Psychologists have known for a long time that there is a very narrow line between love and hate--the two emotions that most strongly rule the human mind. Although the one creates a state of happiness, even extreme euphoria, the other casts us into a state of anger, despair. In both cases the body reacts in much the same way: the heartbeat increases rapidly, adrenalin surges into the bloodstream, the mind is filled with a jumble of sometimes conflicting thoughts. The body is being prepared for action in whatever way necessary-in love, by preparing for coitus; the penis erecting in the male, the female becoming extremely sensitive in the erogenous zones, the body temperature of both increasing.
The reactions to a surge of hatred are almost the same: increased heartbeat, strong erection in the male when he faces the moment of actual violence. Indeed, for centuries the Turkish and Arabian soldiers have seized the moment of battle heat to attack their victims, penetrating anally the soldier who has just been decapitated. It has been said that the death throes create unusual and particularly delicious contractions about the penetrating penis, physical sensation unequalled in normal love-making.
It is not surprising, then, that in moments of stress the body reacts not as we might imagine in rejection of an outside force. Indeed, it is in just such moments that the body most willingly accepts what is being done to it. Anger is the outward show of hatred, and the angry man becomes a powerful driving force when he enters a subjugated female, forcing himself upon her.
In such moments, can the one emotion be created from the fires of the other-love actually arising from hatred, disgust, as the body accepts what is being done to it, until the moment comes when the opposing force is no longer resisted, but indeed, needed and welcomed? In just such a manner does Lila Rogan, the central character of this novel, discover that she has become emotionally dependent upon the angry force of the youngster who has attacked her in the heat of his passion, using his violent emotions to overpower her sexually. She does not hate the boy who has raped her, kept her prisoner-she cannot hate him. Rather, she has come to love him, and need him, and to understand that no longer is she her own woman. From now on she must do whatever is necessary to win the attention if not the affection of her conqueror.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Christ, Cassie, you're too fucking much! Jesus, I've been dying to get my hands on your tits since the day you first walked in here-Jesus! Watch it, goddamn it! That thing isn't made out of leather!"
The girl giggled. "And here I thought you were nothing but a bull, Mr. Martin. Here, let me make it feel better for you."
"Yeahhhhhhhh, baby! Oh, Christ, yeah! Do it to me!"
There was the sound of satisfied gurgling as someone's mouth filled-and Lila Rogan stared at her own image in the mirror in Harry Martin's private John. Her hands clutched the edge of the bowl as she heard the voices speaking from the office outside, unaware that there was anyone near to hear them.
"Oh, baby! Yeah! Suck my cock, suck it-suck me in! Make me feel like my goddamn balls are gonna melt inside your teeth! Yeah, suck me!"
Lila stared at her stricken face, the gold-red hair falling softly to her shoulders in a frame for the oval features that set off her deep-olive eyes. There was the faintest scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, almost invisible under makeup. Her lips were open to reveal her perfectly formed pearl-white teeth. Only the lines across her forehead marred the beauty of her face, told of the strain holding her there in the little bathroom to hear what was happening in the office outside.
"Ahhh, Christ, Cassie! Come up here, bitch. Let me touch you! Yeah, baby-yeah!"
"Am I everything you expected, Mr. Martin?" the girl asked after a moment.
"Oh, yeah, honey-more! A lot more!"
Lila could take it no longer. Face burning, she turned away from the mirror and went to the door of the little washroom. It was open a tiny crack, just enough to let her hear what was happening outside. She pushed it open another half inch or so and placed her eye to the crack. At first she couldn't see them, but she maneuvered the door a little more and spotted them standing near the long couch that ran the length of the back wall of the office. There was room enough for three couples to lie down there, stretched out head to toe. Lila could see that the door to the outside, and her own private cubbyhole, was closed tightly, and probably locked, as well.
"Oh, baby!" The man broke free, pawing the frowzy blonde, lifting her massive tits. Lila recognized her-one of the girls from the secretarial pool.
Lila had been staring at the cock bulge in Harry Martin's pants for weeks now, ever since she was assigned to him, but never once had he given her any sign that he was aware of her as anything more than another piece of office furniture.
Now she got a better look at that bulge as the couple turned slightly until they were in profile to her. Then Lila saw that his fly was open, the thick shaft of his cock pressing through the gap even though it was still captured by the fabric of his shorts. He was wearing boxer trunks in a figured blue and yellow print rather than jockey shorts. Every time Lila saw the shape of a good looking man's ass she wondered what he wore for underwear-and she always remembered the time she had discovered that one date wore nothing at all. That was a dangerous thing to do, as he had discovered when he had to zip up quick before Lila's father came in on them, almost catching his cock in his zipper.
That was a long time ago, however-back when she was still in school. There had been a lot of cocks through her legs and up into her cunt since then, although for almost a year now, there had been only one: Peter's peter. Up until a week ago, anyway. For reasons that Lila still hadn't been able to figure out Pete had announced that he was breaking off their thing. He had seemed embarrassed, as though she was crowding him about something-but that was one thing she was always careful not to do. Sure, it might have been nice to marry a guy-and at the age of twenty-four it was certainly time that she was thinking about marrying somebody. But she knew better than to push, except when a hot cock shaft was in her cunt and needed to be worked back and forth. She was good at working cocks, clutching at them with the muscles of her cunt.. .
Shit! She pulled back from the crack in the doorway, conscious that her twat was wet. She glanced down, almost expecting to see the stain spreading over her skirt, and reached for the itch in her cunt, easing her hand inside her pantyhose. Her eyes closed as she leaned against the wall for a moment, her middle finger slipping across the wiry hair of her bush and finding its way through the soft pouting outer lips of her cunt. Her stomach muscles tightened and her asshole was twitching with an itch as her cunt sucked eagerly at the probing shape of her finger, small though it was.
Then the tip of her finger touched the erect shape of her clit. An explosion of pure joy jumped through her body. Lila gasped as she rubbed the tiny cocklet, her breath coming in short pants as she leaned her head and her shoulders against the wall, her legs spreading farther automatically, opening her cunt to her exploring fingers. She could see her face in the mirror, cut off just below the level of her chin, see the sweat that was beading up on her forehead, the way her nostrils were dilating and her tongue touching against her lips, pushing between her teeth.
"Oh, sweet fucking Christ, Cassie! I can't wait any longer, damn it! Come on, honey, let's get down to business-let's get down on the couch."
Harry Martin's voice cut into Lila's consciousness again, made her look toward the crack in the door. Then her eyes fell toward her own hand, which she brought slowly from her panties. She moved to the door again. Harry Martin was pulling the girl's clothes from her body, moving quickly and roughly, almost tearing her blouse until her protesting voice made him slow down a bit.
"Shit! I'm sorry, Cassie-I'll be more careful. Jesus, they are real!"
He was staring at the girl's tits now, and Lila looked down at her own automatically-there was nothing lacking in her own equipment. Why the hell was he going after that cheap whore when his own secretary was just as available, and certainly far more in need of being fucked? Lila's hands lifted her breasts as she watched her boss touch the other girl, saw the way he pressed her nipples back into the circles of the aureoles. The spongy shapes sprang back out of the dark brown centers, which were by no means as attractive as Lila's own silver-dollar sized red centers.
Now Harry was bending to press his lips to Cassie's nipples in turn, lifting each one up with both of his hands to suck down on the flesh. The girl was naked except for a bright red garter belt and her stockings-and even from here Lila could see that the garter belt was embroidered with black hearts and words that she could not read. Probably something dirty, something to advertise her availability to any loose cock flopping around between the legs of any man big enough to get it up.
Cassie was gasping, her hands going around Harry's back, holding him tight, her bright painted nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. She was undoing his belt, lowering his trousers after he kicked off his shoes, bending to press her face against his middle as she lifted his pants over his feet. She straightened and turned to lay them out neatly on the couch-then turned back to reach for his middle again, tugging down the shorts.
Lila felt as though she were going to faint. Her hands went back to her crotch, pressing through the fabric of the pantyhose, trying to push through her mound and to her womb. She chewed on her upper lip, turning away as she took the time to shove her panties down halfway to her knees, opening herself to the reach of her fingers. She could hear them clearly and she saw the girl's lips going to the head of Harry's cock, taking it in. For a moment Cassie held herself on her knees-and then she was diving down onto the rigid shaft, swallowing the rough ridges of veins and distended cock tissue, the blood rushing from every part of Harry Martin's body to fill the interstices of his cock and expand it to its fullest.
"Shiiiit!" He caught her head, holding her against him until the girl reached out, reached up to fight against him, trying to break free as she fought for breath.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she demanded, angrily, pulling back. "You trying to kill me, for Christ's sake?"
"I'm sorry, honey," Harry said, reaching down to pull her to her feet. "I got carried away-you're better than Linda Lovelace, Cassie, you know that?"
"Well, take it easy, lover," the blonde said, mollified. Her hands went around his neck and their lips met in a long kiss, clinging at first, then pressing hard as his tongue moved out to probe into her mouth, fighting against her teeth, and then she returned the battle, pressing against him with all of her strength.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried, breaking free, moving Cassie until the backs of her legs were against the couch. "Jesus, baby, I can't take it any longer! C'mon-let's get to the main bout, let's get to it!"
Cassie permitted him to carry her back until she was falling onto the couch, giggling now as he came with her, following the shape of her body, his cock reluctant to leave the grasping warmth of her thighs. He fell across her, then raised himself up above her, his chest crushing her tits flat as his hands moved along her sides to touch her shoulders and her face.
Lila stared, hand grasping the edge of the door and pulling it open several inches, so wide that if either of the two on the couch had looked they could not help but see her, see her staring eyes, see the tongue that worked against the corner of her lips as her three fingers now worked within the moist shape of her cunt walls, reaching back to still the burning fire inside her. Harry's shirt rode up over his ass, revealing his buttocks, coated lightly with a dusting of his black hair. She could even see the heavy shape of his balls pressing back between his legs, forced back as his cock found the entrance to Cassie's cunt and worked its way inside in one long steady push. His hair was heavier around his balls, and thick along his legs as well.
Now he was all the way within Cassie, the girl gasping, her hands up by her shoulders, the fingers opening and closing against the pressure that he was exerting against the walls of her cunt. Her eyes were staring straight up as she fought for breath. Her arms were going around him again, holding him tight as Harry worked himself within her cunt until he was seated to his own satisfaction. His sweat-soaked shirt clung heavily to his ribs and his back as his ass slowly drew away from Cassie, rising up until the head of his cock was just barely caught within the clutching walls of Cassie's cunt.
"Oh, baby!" He was supporting himself above her, keeping himself in that position on stiffened arms. "Honey, my balls are ready to explode!"
"Not yet, you bastard!" she said. "Not until I get a taste of what you can do to me!"
He grinned. "Honey, my balls will be happy to oblige you!"
Suddenly he was falling against her, throwing his cock deep within her cunt, using the full force of his weight to slam against her body. Lila clearly heard the thunk of his body falling across the girl, and Cassie gasped in surprise, her knees riding up by his hips in an involuntary jerking reflex action.
"Jesus!" she cried. "You bastard!"
"Yeah, honey!" He was grinning again. "I'm that, alright-that's what all men are, right? We're bastards, big stiff-pricked sons of bitches, good for nothing but throwing our cocks into willing cunts! And baby, you are one of the most willing I've ever seen! How does it feel, huh? Am I big enough for you, do I fill your twat full enough for you?"
Even as he taunted her, he was beginning to move against her, his ass pulling back until Lila could see the shape of his cock between their bellies, the thick shaft and heavy roots, the sac of his testicles dragging down against the trunk of the cock even though they were tightened in anticipation of the sexual act. But his balls were too heavy not to fall against the force of gravity as he held himself above the girl until he felt her cunt clutching at him again, stared down into her hating eyes and saw the need for his cock there. Still he held himself back from the second stroke.
"You like it, Cassie? You want it, bitch?"
"Bastard! Yes! Jesus, yes! I want it, goddamn you and goddamn your fucking ass! Give it to me, you rotten son of a mother fucking bitch!"
"Say it!" he demanded, eyes lighting with the glee of his satisfaction at his conquest, at his power over the girl in this moment. "Tell it to me, honey-tell Harry what you want, what you need!"
"Fuck me!" she cried then, her claws raking at his side now, at his back. "Goddamn your soul, may you burn forever in the hottest pits of hellfuck me, damn you!"
"Yeahhhhhhhh!"
He gave it to her then, fed the girl every inch of his cock, throwing his weight down against her body until she was throwing across the length of the couch. Lila grasped at the shape of her cunt as she watched them fuck, watched his ass rising and falling in regular rhythm now, the strokes coming evenly, long and full, making the girl gasp each time that he bottomed out, making her cry out for fear of losing him each time that he drew back until his cock was almost free of her twat.
Why couldn't it be Lila beneath that beautiful, wonderful pile-driving cock! She'd do anything to get her cunt muscles around that beautifully-shaped piece of meat! Lila's stomach was sucking dry against her fingers as it measured that shape she could see so clearly, felt the way it would be deep within her, the massive purple mushroom head of his cock battering at the entrance to her womb. Oh, fuck! She wanted it, needed it-why was his cock denied to her at the time when she needed it more than she had ever before needed a man?
Suddenly Lila's fingers were flooded by her juices, and Lila jerked away from the door in shock, realizing where she was and what she was doing. She stared down at her hand, seeing the visible evidence of her pussy's desire for fucking coating her fingers, feeling her cunt juices slippery against her thighs and soaking now into the fabric of her pantyhose. She closed the door, then bent to slip off her shoes and pull off the pantyhose, letting them lay on the floor as she reached for a towel to repair the damage to her legs. Her face was burning, her ears flaming visibly red when she looked into the mirror, the shame of her embarrassment firing her bloodstream and heating it even hotter than her desire.
"Oh, fuck me, damn you!"
Cassie was cursing Harry, crying out. Despite herself, Lila moved to the door again, easing it open far enough to see once more the way that they were riding across the couch, the girl heaving herself up against him with each of his down strokes, then trying to pull herself free of him as he withdrew, as though she were trying to escape the burning massive shape of his cock. But it was only an illusion, and one that lasted less than a second of real time, for Harry was quickly plunging down into her again, filling her, Cassie rising up to meet his meat, pulling herself up the shape of his body as her hands clutched at his side, his arms, his shoulders.
Her ass was rising completely off the couch, her thighs almost back against her own belly, her knees pressing tight against his sides. The position opened her cunt to its very widest for him, held her there as a willing receptacle for the powerful shape of his cock. Lila could almost see the gaping outer lips of her twat as Harry held himself above her an instant before beginning his drive downward again. The girl was working as heavily as the man, thrusting herself up to meet each of his downstrokes, pushing her hips against him, sucking his cock meat into her cunt until his balls bounced against her asshole.
"Fuck me!" she cried again. "Goddamn you, fuck me!"
"Yeah, baby!" He was fighting for the breath to form the words as he worked against her, the sweat pouring out of his forehead, his heart pounding so loudly that it should have been heard in the offices outside. His cock was slick with her cunt juices and the sweat of his fucking, so much so that it was almost slipping free on the backstroke. Cassie had to tighten against him, holding onto the shape of him with all the power of her cunt muscles.
"Yeah!" he cried. "Oh, fuck on, baby! Fuck on!"
"Bastard!" She was sobbing now, fighting him. "Mother fucker! Cocksucker! Fuck me!"
"Whore!" he cried in return. "Bitch whore! Cheap cock-grabbing cunt!"
They taunted each other as they worked against each other, filling their lips with words of self-hatred and disgust as they tried to fill their sex organs with the passion of their emotions. Harry drove against the girl as if trying to rip her apart with the wedge of his cock. The girl welcomed him eagerly, tried to open even wider to him, tried to take the shape of his cock all of the way inside her body, feeling the battering head against her gut, her stomach, pushing up through the cavity of her chest to bang against her heart and lungs, until it seemed as though the head must come ripping through her throat and out between her lips from the inside.
"Jesusssssssssssss!" he cried. "You're killing me!" yelled the girl. "Fuck meeeeeeee."
"Shit."
"Christ."
"Bastard."
"Whore!"
The fucking filled the office until it seemed that the temperature of the room was rising with the heat of their bodies.
The woman hiding in the bathroom was driven to a renewed burning passion in her own loins even though she had spent once just from hearing them. Lila slumped against the wall, wishing that she could escape from here, that she was anyplace but here where she must listen to them, listen to the power of their fucking and the force of their loving. She wanted to tear the door open, run past them, escape to the outer offices-and, for a moment, she tensed, almost ready to take the gamble that they would not even hear her, would be so wrapped up in their own passion that they would not notice a bomb going off in the same room with them.
But the man and the woman on the couch were rising to their climax now, approaching the peak of their sexual battle. Harry was driving faster, forcing himself against the girl, not pausing on the out-stroke even for a second. His stroking was shortening up, no longer pulling back until he was almost free, the need to satisfy the burning itch in his cock was sending him against her and into her before more than half of his length had withdrawn. He was still burying himself as deeply within her vagina, though, and Cassie recognized that Harry was drawing near his climax. The muscles of her cunt worked against him, milked down on him, making him gasp as she tried to draw his load from his balls, tried to feed the hungry yearning in the maw of her cunt.
"Oh, fuckin' Jesusssssssssss!" he cried. "I can't stand it, I can't take it! Fuck fuck fuck fuck-I'm cumming!"
"Agggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cassie humped against him, worked against him, threw herself against the shape of his cock as she felt his balls twitching, stirring, rising up against the cleft of her ass. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
They fucked together, against each other, the factory of their organs working now to spew forth the power of their seed, generating the carrying vehicle of their semen, boiling together as they rode together into the final throes of their passion. No longer battling, they worked to help each other over the final obstacle of spilling their insides. Cassie was pouring out against him even as the first spurts of his cum were shooting from his cock with the force of bullets, their juices meeting and mixing together, churned by the working of cock within cunt until there was a single white froth that oozed out around the shape of his cock, coating his balls and their thighs.
"Oh, shit!"
"Oh, fuck!"
"I'm cumminnnnnnnnggggggggggg!" they cried together.
They reached the peak, flooded, held themselves in suspended animation for a long instant of eternity-and at last collapsed together, drained completely, the man laying across the girl as his chest heaved, his lungs dragging for breath, his eyes opened wide and staring across the room to the gap in the doorway that led to the bathroom . . .
He was staring straight into Lila's eyes!
CHAPTER TWO
Lila was caught on the penetrating stab of Harry's eyes. Not until he looked down, at the girl whose tits were heaving for breath beneath him, did she manage to pull away, ease the door to the John shut, lock it.
Oh, Christ! What was he going to do to her for this?
She moved to the corner, expecting to hear his fists pounding on the door, his voice demanding that she come out. But there was silence, nothing at all. Lila sat down on the closed lid of the John, staring at her trembling fingers, still conscious of the yearning fire in the pit of her cunt. Why wasn't Harry coming after her? What the fuck was the bastard waiting for?
Several minutes passed, during which she could hear sounds from the office outside, although not clearly enough to know what was happening. Then, at last, the doorknob on the John door worked, until he discovered that it was locked. He tapped lightly on the door.
"Open up, Lila."
He didn't sound angry. She stood, and looked at herself in the mirror, brushing an errant hair away from the side of her face. She was still trembling. She took in a deep breath, willing herself to be calm. But her body was responding to emotion, not to her thought. The trembling would not go away.
She opened the door, saw Harry standing there, a grim expression on his face.
"I'm sorry-"
"Shut up, bitch!" Suddenly he was grabbing her, pulling her out into the office, dragging her across the room and shoving her down onto the couch.
"Bitch!" he said again, staring down at her. Lila saw that the anger was trying to explode from his body. His fists were clenched at his sides, but she could see the muscles quivering in the length of his arm, as though he wanted to reach out and slap her, hit her with all of his power.
"Fucking nosy bitch! Did you see enough to satisfy you?"
"I didn't know you were bringing her here!" she said, trying to defend herself. "I'm sorry, Harry!"
"I'll bet you are-sorry you got your nosy ass caught. That's the only fucking sorry you know, damn your stinking cunt! I suppose now you think you've got something to hold over me, blackmail me."
"No!" She shook her head. "Please, Harry-I didn't mean anything, I won't say anything to anybody!"
"You're damn right you're not, cunt. You're ass is on the way out of here, you can bet on that! If you're smart, you'll stay just as far away from me as you can, after this-if the personnel director doesn't fire your ass out the door! Now get the fuck out of my office before I forget myself and slap you silly!"
He continued to stare down at Lila for a moment, then turned away, strode to the window, the anger still making his whole body shake. Lila stared after him for a moment, unable not to notice that in his anger his cock still had been standing hard within the confines of his pants. She wanted to go to him, fall to her knees before him, show him that she could do everything that cheap Cassie could do, and better. But she had never in her life seen a man so angry-not even her father, the time he caught her fucking the three boys in the backseat of Artie's old Chevy. She thought then that he was going to kill someone-just as Harry now seemed to want to kill her!
She stood then, straightening her clothes, and moved out of the office, closing the door behind her. She paused at her desk, looking down at the letter she had been typing for Harry this morning. It wasn't finished, still in the machine-would it ever be finished now?
The bastard!
Suddenly Lila knew that she had to get away from here, had to get out someplace, be someplace where she could bury her face in her hands, let out the hate and the tears that wanted to escape. She grabbed her purse from the top drawer of her desk and started down the corridor toward the ladies room-but before she reached it, she changed her mind. Even at the best time of day there was little or no privacy to be had there, and if one of the other girls came in on her crying, they'd want to know what was wrong.
She couldn't tell them that her boss was firing her because she'd caught him fucking.
The offices were complex. Corridors ran in several different directions, hiding the activity of several hundred people. Lila continued on down by the Johns, then pushed through a swinging door into a corridor that was lined with conference rooms. At this time of day there was little activity here-most of the sales meetings were in the morning or late in the afternoon. She started to go into the first of the rooms, then stopped-the one three doors down had its own John and kitchenette, and there might be booze left out from yesterday's executive conference. At the moment she needed a good stiff belt of something, to calm her nerves.
Her anger at Harry Martin fueling her, Lila pushed through the door, then turned to lock it behind her. Not until she had finished, and tossed her purse onto the long conference table, did she realize that someone else was already in the room.
"What the fuck!" he said.
She stiffened, started to turn back to the door again-then saw that it was only a boy. He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen, a blond, like Cassie-but a more handsome one. He was perhaps two inches shorter than Lila, and stocky for his age. He was dressed in dirty blue jeans and a denim jacket with only a T-shirt beneath that. The shirt was decorated with a cartoon of a smashed kitten in a martini glass, over the words Sweet Pussy.
"Lost, aren't you?" asked Lila, her eyes traveling as always down the boy's trim shape, to where his pants were molded tight about a tubular shape that lay along his left thigh. It was satisfyingly large, and she felt the old tremor stirring againChrist, was her pussy the only thing that controlled her thoughts? Her face burned again, this time with embarrassment rather than anger.
"What are you doing here, kid?"
"What the fuck business is it of yours?" the boy said, snottily. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Somebody who belongs here," she said, forgetting why she had come to the conference room-did she belong any place in these offices now?
The boy was standing at the window; he had been peering down at the street when she came in. Now he turned toward her, his jacket swinging heavily as he moved-Lila saw that a gun weighted down the pocket of the jacket, the butt clearly visible. There was another gun, on the floor-a rifle. She saw it clearly as she moved toward the table.
"What.. . " Lila licked her lips. "What are you doing here, son?" She spoke carefully now. "Is there something you want?"
"Yeah!" said the boy, seeming as angry as Harry. "I want people to stop acting like I'm a little baby!"
"Okay." Lila held up her hands. "Anything you say, boy-anything at all."
"Stop calling me boy!" he cried. "I'm not a kid, not a boy, not your son! Goddamnit!"
Suddenly he was stripping out of his jacket, throwing it onto the table, then undoing the wide belt of his pants. As Lila stared, fascinated, he worked the tight fabric down over his hips, pulling the jockey shorts with the outer trousers, until his cock popped free of the tight constraint, wavered about before it started to point toward her, rising into a tense erection.
"There, dammit!" he cried. "Does that look like a goddamn kid's cock, lady?"
Lila shook her head, slowly. "No," she said, unable to tear her eyes away from the swollen mushroom head, dark red as it poked from the tensed cap of the boy's foreskin. The cock was lengthening even as she watched, thickening, swelling to full erection, standing until it was a full seven inches long and almost two inches thick. She licked her lips again-but now she wanted to reach out to the boy, gather him into her arms, fall to her knees and feel that marvelous throbbing hot shape pressing between her tits and against her face. She wanted to suck him . . .
"I'm no kid, dammit!" the boy said again. "I'm big enough to pull a trigger, and I'm big enough to fuck-want to try me out?"
Lila was shaking her head, fear freezing her to the spot, but even as her head went from side to side her lips were forming the shape of the word yes! He saw it, read it, even though it wasn't loud enough to hear, and grinned.
"Just like all fuckin' cunts-you sneer at a guy just because you think he's only a kid, but get one look at John Peter, and you want action. Okay, bitch, I'm gonna give you a taste of my meat!"
He moved toward her then, groin thrust forward and cock trying to rise up against his belly, which seemed ghost-white against his clothes and the tan that covered the flesh of his thighs and his arms.
He seemed almost hairless, although as he came closer Lila saw that the blond hair was there all right, and clustered thick about the tight shape of his balls. It was just invisible from a distance.
She shook her head again. "No. . . "
"Afraid?" the boy taunted. "Afraid of what a fourteen year old cock is gonna do to your pussy? You like to be stretched by a man, now you're gonna find out what it's like to be stretched by a boy!" He paused, then. "Shit!-you ain't cherry, are ya?"
Lila did not answer, petrified, and he shrugged. "Ah, what the fuck? If you are, you won't be once my pecker is pushing through you. You won't be the first cherry I've taken-or the first woman cunt I've fucked, either. There's lots of cunts who would do anything to get a taste of my meat, lady. Get your goddamn clothes off, and be fast about it-or I'll rip the fuckin' things off you."
Lila's fingers were moving to do as he demanded, touching the buttons of her blouse and undoing them until the massive shape of her tits was clearly revealed in the gap, even through the bra. The boy whistled appreciatively, pausing in the act of kicking off his boots and slipping his jeans off his legs.
"Shit, you are stacked! Maybe this will be more fun than I first thought!"
Now the blouse was off, dropped onto the conference table, and she was working the zipper of her skirt. It came down and the garment dropped away, revealing that her pantyhose was missing. The boy grinned.
"Ready for action, aren't you? Is that the way all these cunts dress around here? There must be more fucking than working done."
He came to her then, wearing only his socks and his T-shirt, and reached out to Lila, taking her into his arms and reaching behind her to undo the snap of her bra. Suddenly he was pulling it away from her, the shape of her tits bobbing for a moment with the release of pressure. His cock was standing absolutely straight now, the head quivering, a droplet of pre-seminal fluid appearing in the tiny opening in the center of his mushroom. He held onto the bra for a moment, then let it drop from his fingers, reaching out to lift the shape of her tits, balancing one in each hand.
"Jesussssss!" he said, softly. His fingers moved around to clasp at the shape of her, her nipples pressing into the center of his palms as he kneaded the dough of her tits, his stomach muscles tightening and making his cock jump. He thrust his ass forward and for the first time she felt the hot shape of his cockhead sliding across her thigh.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The boy swallowed, gathering Lila into his arms now, holding her tight. He crushed the shape of her tits against his chest, then buried his face between them, smelling of her body, taking in the odor of her early sexual excitement. The head of his cock was pushing up against her belly, working in the trail of his own cock-slick as his ass clenched and relaxed.
"Please!" she said then, finding her voice for the first time. "Please-don't!"
Suddenly the boy was pushing her away, staring at her angrily, his hands on his hips.
"What the fuck do you think this is, bitch? You're so goddamn hot to trot your pussy is pissing-you think you're gonna stop me now? Like fuck you are!"
Suddenly he was pushing her back, against the table, forcing her to slide across it. His hands went to her wrists, pinning her tightly as Lila tried to struggle against him, his lips going down to pin hers, press hotly against them. He kissed her as Lila's ass rose wildly from the table, holding her there until the hard wood of the table was making her head ache.
He released her as suddenly as he had grabbed her, and rubbed the back of his hand across his lips, staring at her. His cock was as hard as ever. As Lila stared at it she knew that there was nothing in this world she wanted so much as that cock shape sliding within her, filling her pussy, fucking her in the way that Harry Martin had denied her.
But she couldn't give in to him, debase herself before him, let him have control-even if he did have the guns. She looked toward the rifle-and suddenly was rolling off the table, diving for the gun, trying to bring it up and onto the boy.
"Like fuck you will!"
The boy was on her before she could even reach the gun, pulling her back, his hand cracking against her face. Lila fell against the leg of the table, seeing stars, the pain blurring her vision. She looked up at him as the boy came to stand over her, his feet straddling her thigh. Suddenly he was pushing his stocking foot forward, probing at the gaping entrance to her pussy with his big toe, grinning down on her as he shoved up against her.
"You're spunky, lady. I like that. I like my cunt hot-blooded and willing to fight. Goddamn, but it's gonna be fun shoving my cock up your hole! Get your ass back up here!"
He reached down to her, grabbed her wrist and tugged her up, and in the same motion shoved her ass back against the table again, He grabbed both hands now, maneuvering her down to where she was stretched out in the middle of the table. He looked around the room, spotted a chair with two men's ties draped over its back. Grabbing them, he bound her wrists tightly, then fastened the other ends of the ties to opposite legs of the table.
"No!" cried Lila, struggling, working herself up the table until there was a little slack in the ties. "Please, don't!"
"Shit, all I'm gonna do is feed you my cock, lady." The boy laughed, climbing up onto the table himself now, pulling himself up between her legs. Lila shook her head as he knelt between her legs, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the spear-straight shaft of his cock as it pointed straight up into the air.
"Stop fighting it, lady," said the boy, lowering himself onto her now. "You're gonna like it!"
His hands were reaching for her tits again, kneading them roughly. His lips moved to them, kissing them in turn. He held himself up high enough to study the shape of her nipples, then dropped down to take them between his lips again, in turn. For a moment he sucked on her and Lila arched her back against the darting pleasure-pain that ran through the shape of her tits. Then he was biting, pushing his teeth into the spongy softness of her tiny cocklets, chewing hard until she cried out in pain. "Oh, please! Don't!"
"Shit!" He rose up to look her in the eyes, grinning again. "I'll do exactly what I goddamn please to do, lady-and don't you forget it!"
"Please!" Lila cried again. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Why?" He shrugged. "Why not? My ass is already in trouble so deep that if I shit I'll just shit all over myself. Maybe this will be the last chance I have to dip my pecker into sweet juicy pussy, so I guess I'll take it while I can get it."
He dropped onto her then, heavily, knocking the breath from her as he pulled the weight of his body up until he was entirely over Lila. She felt his sharp pelvis pushing down against her hips, the weight of his chest crushing her tits, the power of his thighs over her own. Even his feet were on top of her legs as his hands reached up over her head to let his arms rest along hers. His lips moved to hers again, and this time when he forced them against her mouth, his tongue was pushing right between them, working between her teeth to move in and trace the shape of her mouth, press down against her tongue.
The boy worked against Lila, his cock pressed between their bellies, as he fucked into her mouth with his tongue, fucked against her at first unwilling receptacle. But Lila could no longer deny that he was arousing her, bringing her to a peak of excitement, making her respond to each of his movements, the touch of each part of his body. She began to suck on his tongue, pulling it farther back into her mouth until suddenly the boy gasped, pulling away from the ache in the root of his muscle.
Lila's own tongue moved out between her lips, reaching up to him, the tip wavering wildly until he came back down on her, accepted it between his teeth. Now it was her turn to fuck against him, the boy's hips working in rhythm against her belly, moving the hot shape of his cock tube between their flesh.
Lila broke loose. "Oh, God!" she cried. "Please! Please!"
"Please, what?" he asked, grinning again. "What do you want, lady?"
"Damn you! You know what I want!"
"Say it," he taunted. "Ask for it-beg me for it!"
He was just as mean as Harry when he made Cassie beg for it. But Lila wouldn't give in to the little bastard! She'd show him, tied up or not, that he wasn't in complete control of this situation.
He was running his hands along her sides, moving his fingers against her ribs, counting them lightly as he held himself above her until the tip of his cock was just barely touching her straining belly. Lila's ass worked despite her wishes, trying to hump up against him, her cunt sucking eagerly as it tried to reach for his cock, but he moved back even farther.
"Ask for it, whore!" he said, laughing. "You want what I've got-ask for it!"
"Damn you!"
"Yeah, lady-damn me! Fuck me! The whole fuckin' world fucks me! Who gives a shit for the likes of Danny Atkins? He's got hot balls, tough shit. Jerk off in the bathroom kid, but don't get your ass caught by the night supervisor, or he'll beat the shit out of you. If he isn't a goddamn faggot, that is. If he is, then he'll make it nice for you, suckin' your cock until you blow your wad-and then he'll shove his goddamn cock up your ass and fuck you until you're sorry you ever got a goddamn hard on! Fuck Danny Atkins! That's all he's good for, to be the floor mat and the toilet paper for the world. Shit on Danny, who the fuck is he?"
"Well, goddamn it, I'll tell you who the fuck Danny Atkins is, lady! He's the one on top of you, the one waving his hot cock over your belly; the goddamn hot cock you want so bad you're about to melt inside just from wanting it. Look at me, goddamn it!"
The boy stood over Lila, his feet on either side of her hips, lifting his cock as she stared up at him. It was a perspective she had never had before, a male standing over her in that way. His head seemed strangely tiny way up toward the ceiling, his legs thick massive tree trunks to support him. But directly over her was the shape of his cock, a magnet for her eyes, burning red flesh reaching out, darker brown shape of his balls riding up tight beneath the gun-barrel of his deadly meat.
"You still think I'm a kid, dammit?" cried the boy. "Okay, so I'm fourteen, not twenty-four...what the fuck difference does it make? This is what counts, what I do with this! And I know what to do with my cock!"
He held himself, pointed his cock down towards her, and for a frightened moment Lila was afraid that he was going to do something wild, something insane.
"Dammit, say it!" the boy cried now. "Say it!"
"Oh, Jesus!" She couldn't help herself, there was no way out of this except to give in to him, do what he wanted, say the words he wanted to hear-the words she wanted to say. She did want him, she needed him, she had to have that beautiful cock filling her twat, thrusting in and out of her body, fucking against her, fucking with her, fucking her.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Please! Fuck me! Oh, Jesus-fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"
CHAPTER THREE
The boy laughed then, laughed until the tears were coursing from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks, holding on to his sides as he felt the ache of his laughing. But his cock never softened, even though it bobbed around with the thrusting movements of his body as he stood over Lila. She stared straight up at him, frightened almost beyond her wits, sure now that the boy was insane.
He was bending toward her, reaching down with his fingers to grab at her nipples, twisting them cruelly until she gasped with the pain, back arching.
"Shit, you don't like that, lady?"
"Please!" she said. "Don't!"
"But I'm gonna!" he cried. "I'm gonna do just exactly what I want to do, lady, and nobody's gonna stop me-not you, not the people at the Home, not the cops. I don't give a shit what they do to me-I don't give a shit for anything any more. Fuck them all!"
He was dropping to his knees now, his ass smashing her tits as he rode up toward her face, holding his cock and rubbing it across her mouth. Lila tried to turn away, wincing, but he grabbed her by the hair with his left hand, using the other to whip his cock around, forcing her to accept the pre-fuck slickness of the massive head across her chin, her cheeks, against her nose and pressing into her eyes. Only when he had traced a path completely across her face, as though trying to paint her with his juices, did he bring his meat to her lips, pressing against her mouth.
"Suck me, bitch!" he demanded, rising up on his knees, then shoving his belly down toward her. "Goddamn it, open that fucking mouth and suck me!"
Forgotten was Lila's desire for the boy and his marvelous meat that was now in her face. Her face contorted, she cried out as he yanked at her hair again, and opened her lips to escape further pain. His cock was immediately pushing into her mouth, pressing down between her teeth, the boy rising up over her until he was supporting himself on his knees and his hand that was now free, the other still entwined in her hair. He fucked down at her, and suddenly slammed his groin down against her face, forcing his cock all of the way into her throat.
Lila gagged, throwing her hips off the table as she tried to turn away from the terrible punishment of his cock, for only her hips and her legs were free of his weight and his restraint. The shape of his cock was like an iron rod thrust straight into her mouth, thrusting deep into her throat, heating now with the rising fire of his passion. She gurgled and saw bright pain-fire before her eyes, knowing that she was about to black out from oxygen hunger as he filled her throat completely with his cock, not letting her breathe.
"Love it, bitch!" he cried, thrusting his ass against her again. But he relented then, drew back until the head of his cock was barely between her teeth, and Lila was able to drag breath through her nostrils and around the shape of his cock, a painful gasping. She tried to speak, but the plug of his cockhead smothered the words.
"What the fuck's the matter?" he asked. "Don't you like boy-meat, lady?"
"Please!" she said, then, as he raised himself for a minute, at last giving her the chance to speak. "You're hurting me!"
"You don't know what the fuck hurt is, lady-wait until you get a mean-assed faggot teacher shoving a broom handle up your ass!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Lila tossed her head from side to side. "Please!" she said, again. "No more!"
He laughed. "I guess I am too much of a man for you, ain't I-even if I am only fourteen. Okay, let's see what kind of a job you can do on me, lady. Suck me!"
He rose over her again, pressed the head of his cock against her lips-but this time he was not shoving it in wildly, forcing himself on her. He just held himself there, until Lila opened her lips of her own desire, her tongue reaching out to wet them, then flicking up to measure the size of the hole in his cockhead. She licked around the shape of his meat, tracing the edge of the rim, tasting the sharp flavor of his boyhood, his manhood, her eyes staring up at his belly. She watched the tremor of his stomach muscles as he held himself back from doing anything, letting her control this first movement of the real act.
"Oh, Jesus! Jesuuuusssssssss!" He humped his ass involuntarily as she took his cock into her lips then, sucking down on him for the first time, her teeth holding the rim of his cock. Lila's tongue whipped through the opening again, traced mad circles around the mushroom head, and then she was opening her throat, willing him in, sucking him in until he was sliding down into her gullet in response to her wanting, her needing. He was not forcing himself, just riding naturally, and there was no pain at all as the massive trunk of his cock filled her, pushed deep into her mouth until suddenly it was all in her, there was no more to go.
Lila struggled against the bonds holding her hands to the table, wanting to reach up and wrap her arms around his ass, wanting to pull him down even farther on to her, for now his weight was something that was desirable, good. She humped up with her ass even as she sucked on the boy's cock, until it seemed as though her cunt was burning with the fire of needing something shoved straight into it.
But she was servicing him now with her lips, with her sucking power as she drew down against him, worked against him, the boy beginning to fuck into her mouth in response to her sucking, fucking her gently but shoving his meat all of the way down into her throat. No longer did it seem like a paining iron rod, although it was hotter than ever, the heat of his flesh warming her and making her respond even more to his movements.
The boy gasped suddenly, belly shoved down as his back arched, and Lila tasted the first droplets of his cum. But before she could savor the flavor of the boy, get to know his bitter-sweet power, he was pushing his cock all of the way into her throat again, thrusting down on her, throwing his load straight into her throat and down into her belly so that she could not taste it. He worked against her, moaning, pumping.
"Aggggghhhhhhhh, Christ! Fuck shit, dammit! Fuck on fuck fuck! Jesuuuusssssssss!"
Lila drank his sperm, feeling the pulse beat of his working cock expanding and contracting between her lips, feeling his balls rising against her chin as they worked to send the essence of his life deep into her guts. She swallowed him eagerly, blood pulsing madly in time with the rushing of his cum, the beating of his cock, the boy's ass working against her mouth now as he tried to push himself another fraction of an inch within her. "Oh sweet Jesus shit!"
He was gasping for breath, panting heavily, supporting himself on his hands as though he was about to collapse in the midst of a push-up. His belly pressed down on Lila's face, his chest almost touching the table above her head, his face turned sideways as he worked his ass a few more times, forced a tiny bit more of his cock and another small measure of his cum into her throat.
"Oh fuck meeeeeee!"
Lila sucked down against him with all of her power, trying to swallow the head and the shape of his cock completely within her, wanting to feel that massive cock tube sliding all the way down to her belly, filling her completely. She still fought the bonds, her ass wriggling wildly, but it was an unconscious motion, her attention directed to the cock that was filling her mouth. She worked her throat against him, sucking on him, but there was no more to come, heaving wildly but dry against her, his groin pressing down against her nose and her forehead, the hair of his cock pressing tight marks in to the flesh of her face.
"Oh, Jesus!"
Suddenly he was rolling off her, his cock popping free of her mouth. The boy dropped off the edge of the table and into one of the armchairs that were there for the comfort and convenience of the executive members of the company. He slumped until his ass was at the edge of the seat, his feet spread wide, his head hanging against the back of the chair and his arms resting lightly on its arms. His chest rose and fell, forcing the cartoon cat up and down, his cock drooping toward softness, his toes wriggling within his socks as his eyes closed and he grinned with total satisfaction.
"Jesusssssssss!"
His eyes flicked open, and he stared at Lila, then looked down at his softening cock. He shook his head.
"You're too fuckin' much, lady-too much! Jesus, I been sucked by faggots and by women, but I ain't never had my balls sucked out like that!"
He reached down to touch himself, reassuring himself that his balls were still there, even though they were tender to his touch. He shook his head again.
"Wow! You oughta turn pro, lady-make dirty movies. There oughta be a lot of money in lips as talented as yours, goddamn! If my ass wasn't so deep in trouble, I'd love to take over as your pimp."
Lila tugged at her bonds again. "Please . . . Danny." She remembered his name. "Untie me!"
He shook his head. "Uh uh! No way, lady--you're gonna stay right there where I can keep an eye on you, know what you're doin'. "
She held herself tense for a moment, trying to fool herself into thinking that one of the ties was coming loose; then she relaxed, accepting the inevitable. At least her feet were still free. He could have tied her up completely, spread-eagle, so that she couldn't move at all.
"Danny?"
He stared at her. "Yeah?"
"What . . . what sort of trouble are you in?"
He shrugged. "I suppose the whole goddamn city must know by now. Some friends of mine tried to rob the bank downstairs, but they blew it. One of the guards tried to be a hero and pulled his gun. I was lucky to get away with my ass when Eddie came runnin' out and gave me his guns. I know that bastard at the newsstand saw me run in the side door of the building. By now the cops must be fanning out on every floor, lookin' for me."
"Was . . . anybody hurt?"
'There's blood all over the place down there! Eddie was bleeding from a dozen different places-it was lucky he made it as far as he did. He must be dead now."
The boy got up suddenly, went over to the window, pulling the drapes apart to look down into the street.
"Look at those bastards down there-they got the whole street blocked off. There's fire trucks and ambulances, and goddamn TV trucks, too. They must have a goddamn army down there!"
He turned away from the window, angrily. "I knew this deal was too good to be true! 'We'll go to South America,' Eddie said, 'Costa Rica, where we can live like kings.' Shit!"
"Danny?"
"Yeah, what?"
"You could . . . give yourself up."
He stared at her a moment. Then the boy laughed again, a harsh, bitter explosion totally without humor.
"You're only fourteen, Danny-they won't treat you the same as the others."
"Eddie's only sixteen! How'd they treat him? Right now he's so full of lead he must weigh more than the fat lady in the carnival sideshow."
"But he was in the act of robbing the bank, Danny. You were only the lookout."
"Shut up!"
He came to her then, a comic sight in nothing but T-shirt and socks, his cock still semi-erect and bobbing up and down before him with each angry stride. But Lila knew better than to laugh at him, knew just how close to exploding Danny was.
"Bitch!" he cried, reaching out to catch her face in his hand, his thumb and forefinger hollowing her cheeks. "Didn't you get enough, goddamn it? Maybe you want me to shove my cock in and leave it there this time!"
He was starting to get hard again, his cock moving out from his groin, rising up beneath the wood. He moved back and his cock bobbed up until it rode over the edge, pointing up at Lila. She couldn't look down at it, caught in his punishing hand.
"You're all alike, goddamn your asses! Well, if my cock in your mouth wasn't enough, let's see what it does stretchin' your pussy!"
He let go of her face and started to climb up on the table again. Then he paused, reaching his lips down toward her nipples. For a moment he sucked against her breast, his teeth digging in sharply, chewing against the tiny erect shape until she cried out in pain.
"Please! You're hurting me!"
He relented, but laughed again. "Yeah, bitch! And that's only a sample of what you get if you don't watch your mouth! Get me mad, and I'll bite your goddamn tits off-that's a promise!"
He stared into her eyes, and Lila knew that he spoke the complete truth. It seemed impossible that so much anger could be bottled inside one young boy-how could the world have done so much against him in his short life, to make him so violent, so angry?
He was reaching for her pussy, touching her with his hand. Her legs separated automatically for him, ass and knees rising to expose herself more fully to his examination. Her cunt was burning again, the walls flaming with the need for something to enter it, shove into it.
"Been fucked much, lady?" the boy asked, shoving the tips of all of his fingers into the outer opening. "You're cummin' just from feelin' my fingers! Goddamn!"
"Please, Danny!" she said, gasping at his touch. "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Oh, God-fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"
He grinned again, satisfied. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it, knew you were a fuckin' bitch the first time I saw you. You don't think a fourteen year old kid is too young to fuck, do you?"
"No!" she cried, then gasped again. "You're old enough, Danny. You can do anything you want to do! Please! Do it to me!"
"Yeah!" he said again, working his fingers within the soft walls of her cunt. Lila's stomach muscles wriggled under his touch, and she tried to raise her head far enough to see what he was doing, but she was bound too tightly to the table. Her head fell back, cracked painfully against the wood of the table. The pain was not enough to still the fire burning in her cunt.
"Agggghhhhhh, God!" she cried, then. "Oh, please, please, Danny! Don't torture me so!"
The boy found the shape of her clit, clutching it between his thumb and his middle finger. The burning sensation was too much for her to bear. Lila cried out again.
"Oh, God! Jesussssssss! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
"They can't fuck you now, lady. I'm the only one who can do that thing for you. You want it?"
Suddenly he reached down to cup his balls in his hand, holding his cock up toward her, moving his ass toward her in several short strokes. "You want it?" he asked again. "Beg for it!"
"Oh, Christ, Danny! Please! Give it to me! Let me have it! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!"
"You love my cock, cunt?"
"Yesssssssss! I love it!"
"What else do you love, bitch?"
"Oh, God!" He was enjoying himself, tormenting her this way-wouldn't he ever stop? "Please-I love you, Danny! Is that what you want me to say? I love you!"
"Like shit you do!" Suddenly he was angry again, jumping up onto the table, kneeling between her legs as he grabbed at his cock again. "This is the only thing you love, anybody loves! This, cock! My cock, any cock. All you want is fucking and more fucking! Well, that's just what you're going to get, cunt bitch!"
He dropped his weight onto her, falling heavily, knocking the breath from her as his hands went to her tits, grabbing them roughly, manipulating them for a moment. His cock was between her legs, several inches away from her cunt-but she could feel its heat against her thighs, knew that he was ready to fuck, holding back only to torment her even further.
"Ahhhhh, God! Please, Danny!"
He sucked onto her tit then, his teeth pressing down into the flesh of her globe but not biting against the nipple. He was sucking powerfully, as though trying to draw milk out of her, the milk that all women he had ever known denied him when he needed their nourishment. The boy's chest was rising and falling against her belly as he sucked on her breast, then moved his attention to the other tit, burying his face between them for a moment as he breathed in the odor of her female body.
Then he was sliding up the length of her sweat-slick body, his cock probing against her groin and then slipping up over her belly to lay pressed tight between them as the boy's mouth moved to Lila's lips, tasted her mouth and her tongue. For a moment he lay there, kissing her, his hands moving up the length of her bound arms to caress them gently, then moving down again, along her sides, reaching up to the undersides of her tits. Lila moaned beneath him, responding fully to his probing tongue, the pressure of his body.
But she could not wait forever, could not hold back any longer. Her ass was lifting completely off the table as it raised him up, trying to suck his cock down into her cunt. The boy continued to kiss her for a moment, and then at last he was moving himself down between her legs, placing the head of his instrument against the soft outer lips of her passage. He held himself there a moment, Lila's stomach drawn up tight in anticipation of the first stroke. Then he was moving into her, filling her gently, completely, feeding her the whole length of his wonderful hot throbbing cock, filling her until it seemed that his cock was driving all of the way back to her womb, battering against that inner entrance. Her clit was rubbed gently under the pressure of the moving shaft, the fire exploding out over her whole body, burning her to a peak of desire, filling her blood and touching every nerve ending with the delicious sensation of his cockhead.
"Oh, God!" Lila could not help herself. She had to cry out at the sensation of the boy entering her. She fought her bonds, wanting more than ever to wrap her arms around him, pull him down completely against her body, wanting to feel him everyplace. Danny's hands went under her, reaching up to clutch from beneath at her shoulders as the boy pulled himself up over her.
"You love it?" he cried.
"Yes! Jesus, yes!"
"Ever felt a better cock?"
"No, Danny-never! Please-fuck meeeeeeee!"
"Yeah, bitch! Yeahhhhhhhhh!"
He was moving slowly at first as he found the rhythm, found the proper pace to carry himself up over her yielding, bound body. Lila tried to work with him, but the strain of pulling on her bonds was hurting too much, the ache shooting down through her shoulders and into her body. At last she gave it up, let herself fall completely flat against the table beneath him, doing nothing more than open her legs to the very widest they could open, exposing the center of her body to his advances and his attacking.
Danny moved his hips until his cock was completely within her cunt, his balls pressing into the gaping outer lips of her twat. The boy held himself there for a moment, his cock throbbing within her to the pulse of his blood. Lila's cunt walls flexed involuntarily about him as she thrilled to the shape of his cock. Then he began to move out slowly, until the rhythm was at last picking up, the speed increasing until he was rising above her and falling back with all the power of his ass and his body.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried. "Fuck damn, goddamn!
Shit fuck damn-fuck fuck! I'm fuckin' you, bitch! Me, I'm fuckin' you, Danny Atkins! Feel me, feel my cock!"
Lila's ass was working in rhythm to the pulsing of her cunt, feeling the boy as he filled her completely, driving deep into her with the full force of his power behind him. As Danny fucked into her, Lila knew that indeed he was no boy when it came to such intimate knowledge of the needs of a woman's body. Few men could fuck so well, could fill her so satisfyingly.
The breath was gasping from her lips as she rose up against him, threw herself at him in an attempt to capture that cock completely, wanting only to hold it all the way inside her even as it fucked in and out of the tube of her cunt. The boy was breathing in short gasps himself, rising up over her, supporting himself on stiffened arms as he fucked into her, then letting his weight fall down toward her again as his ass carried back, carried the shape of his cock back out of her until only the strength of her cunt muscles captured the head of it, kept him captive within her love entrance.
"Oh, Christ!" she cried. "Oh, fuck!"
"Yeah!" the boy breathed.
"Do it to me, Danny! Fuck me!"
"Yeah, Momma, fuck on, fuck your baby boy! Feel me, Momma-feel Danny!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Christ-agggghhhhhhhhh!"
"Shit!" he cried again. "Shiiiitttttttttttt!"
"Fuck meeeeeeeeee, Danny!"
"Fuck yeahhhhhhhhhh!"
He thrust within her, held himself completely inside the greedy shape of her cunt for a moment that was an eternity of sensation but all too brief for her needs and wants and desires-and then he was pulling out again, the rim of his cock head dragging over the soft clutching walls of her cunt, lighting the fires that were burning so terribly hot within her, bringing her toward a peak of impossible sensation. Lila was crying in frustration because she was unable to respond to him fully, kept prisoner beneath him by the bonds that held her captive to the table. But her hips were working heavily, strongly, thrusting up against him until her ass was off the table for an instant, only to be slammed back down noisily by his dropping weight.
They rode together for an eternity that might have only been two or three minutes. The heat burned white hot within their loins, bringing their sexual organs to the point of explosion once more. Lila was at the peak where she could no longer withhold her powerful juices, must flood out against the boy, try to drown him in the sensation of her cunt flood.
And Danny worked against her as well until for the second time his balls churned the sperm within them to the point of escaping up the tiny tight shaft of his cock, to the point of blowing his bullets within the target of her cunt. The first droplets rose, hesitated an instant halfway up the tube of his cock, then went up to slip out to a hot welcome in the flesh of her cunt. Those that came right behind them were driven with more force, moved ahead of his dropping cock to pressure into her cunt where they met the first rising tide of her own spending. The two protein-laden ejaculates mixed together, frothing under the force of their fucking until at last the juice was following his withdrawing cockhead, working around the shape of his cock to overflow their bodies, spill out and soak their groins, soak the hard wooden surface of the table, puddling beneath them.
And still the boy fucked into Lila, even when his cock was burning with the pain of throwing that second load so deep within her, so powerfully against her, fucking down into her as her hips rose up against him until there was no more cum left to come out of them, until they were fucking dry together, fucking against each other now in a punishing drive for superiority. He worked within her, threw himself against her until at last Lila was trying to retreat from him, trying to escape from the pain of his punishing cock, trying to get out from beneath him.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Please, Danny-please! Enough!"
"You bitch!" he gasped, throwing himself against her with redoubled force. "Cunt whore bitch! think you're too fucking good! Fuck you!"
"Scream, bitch-it'll do you no good! I'm going to fuck you until my cock comes out between your teeth, until I push the top of your goddamn fucking head off with my fucking!"
For a few strokes the pace of his fucking increased again, as though he was trying to drive himself toward another explosion without stopping, as though his balls were working themselves to another load as powerful as the first. The shape of his cock seemed to swell dangerously close to the point where it could stand no more pressure, blowing up under the force of his rushing blood as though it were a balloon, filling her cunt until Lila could measure every vein and every ridge on the inner walls of her cunt.
But there was a limit even to what Danny's powerful cock could do. At last came the moment when the boy held himself high over her, his cock forced completely within her, the tears flowing freely from Lila's eyes now as she prayed for release from this mad fucking. He looked down at her, his face contorted with the strain of his exertions into a death's head grin. His face was red with the blood that pounded through his temples. The boy tried to shove himself even farther within her, although he was already completely inside her cunt, their groins plastered together until it would be impossible to slip a sheet of paper between them. Even the shape of his tight-drawn balls was pushing into the bottom of her gaping lips. His breathing stopped completely as he tried to work himself to the ultimate point within her. Sweat stood out on his forehead and coursed down his back, soaking his T-shirt. His teeth bit down against his upper lip as his ass quivered under his desire.
"God!" It was a gasp, a gargled sound that might have been a word, might have been something else entirely. "Oh, sweet fucking Jesussssssssssssss!"
He collapsed completely, fell across her, his forearms thudding against her bound arms and hurting them, his chin dropping down against her tits, pushing into them from above. There was a sharp slapping sound as their bellies met, wetly.
"Oh, God!"
The boy's tongue moved out of his lips, licked away a droplet of sweat, his open eyes staring past Lila's at the mystical shape of the table. All strength was gone from him, leaving him limp, his weight dead upon her. He pressed her down against the hard surface of the table, and for the first time Lila was aware of a sharp ache where the back of her head touched the wood.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Momma!"
Danny's chest was moving then, rising up and down as Lila herself breathed, the woman raising the boy up with the need of her body to restore its oxygen.
"Please!" she said, softly, straining. "Please, Danny! You're hurting me!"
He shifted his head to look into her eyes, still laying there-and suddenly he was rolling off her, dropping from the table again to collapse into the same chair as before. This time his eyes closed and did not reopen for several minutes.
"Danny?"
His eyes flicked open. "Yeah."
"Please-untie me." He shook his head. "No."
"Please!" Lila said again, begging now unashamedly.
"No way," he said, levering himself up in the chair, and then sitting forward, with his forearms across his legs. His cock was still hard, still swollen terribly, far beyond the point of a normal erection. He reached down to touch himself there, wincing.
"Jesus!" he said. "That hurts!"
He brushed his lips with the back of his hand, and then licked at them. "Goddamn, I'm thirsty!"
"There's a refrigerator behind that partition," said Lila. "And a little sink. Bring me a drink too, please?"
The boy forced himself out of the chair, weaving a moment with the total exhaustion that had captured his body after the wild fucking. Then he crossed the room to disappear behind the partition. He came out a moment later with a quart bottle of soda, swigging at it heavily until more than half of the soft drink had disappeared down his throat.
"Aggghhh, Christ!" He wiped his mouth then, and brought the bottle to Lila, holding it to her lips so that a little fell into her mouth. She sucked at it eagerly, welcoming the cool soda, until some spilled from the corner of her mouth. The boy took the bottle away then, tilting it again and finishing the contents this time. Then he tossed the bottle into a chair, not watching to see if it landed where he aimed.
"Jesus!" he said again, and touched his burning cock, looking down on it. "I feel like somebody shoved a hot wire up inside my cock. I ain't never been fucked like that before!"
He stood by the side of the table a moment, looking down at Lila, and then toward her cunt. His finger moved out tentatively, as though he was frightened of what would happen when he touched her there. He touched her belly then, and traced a path through the sweat and cum slick that coated her, down to the entrance to her slit.
'That's a goddamn dangerous weapon," said the boy.
"You're not so much a toy yourself," she responded.
The boy glanced down at his still-stiff cock, and grinned. "Yeah, I guess you're right. How was it-good enough to satisfy you, lady?"
"My name's Lila, Danny. Why don't you call me that? And yes, your fucking satisfied me."
God, did it ever! Lila couldn't remember responding to a cock in the way that she had opened to this boy. The only thing that made Danny's fucking less that perfect was the fact that she was still his prisoner, still bound to the table. She wanted him to release her, not to escape-but to respond in the way in which she could only if her whole body was free to satisfy him.
Suddenly Lila thought of her boss, and wondered if Harry Martin in his wildest dreams had ever approached the power of this boy. Christ, how long had Danny been fucking-two years? Certainly it couldn't have been much longer than that, but already he was better than any experienced man she had ever known.
Harry Martin was a powerful cocksman, as Lila herself had witnessed just a short time before. How long ago had it been? It seemed as though she had been Danny's prisoner forever, as though the fucking and the assault on her mouth had lasted a long long time, but she knew that it couldn't have been more than half an hour at the most.
But Harry thought he was a great cock-yet Lila was sure that in a match between man and boy, the man would fall far behind. Danny was something more, something really special.
What would Harry think if he could witness a scene like that one just over? Would he be jealous of the boy's power and prowess? The thought was a good one, after the way he had treated Lila, and made her smile.
"What's so funny?" Danny demanded, seeing the grin spread across her lips.
"Oh, nothing, Danny-I was just thinking about somebody."
"Yeah? He must really be a funny man, to make you smile when you're tied to a table and helpless. Maybe you think he's going to rescue you?"
It was the boy's turn to grin now. "Ain't no way that's going to happen, Lila baby," he said, using her name for the first time. "You're stayin' right here with me until I decide it's time to let you go."
"Why?" she asked. "What are you going to do with me, Danny?"
"I don't know." He shrugged. "I haven't decided yet-fuck you some more, maybe. Yeah." He grinned again, and reached down to push his fingers into her cunt.
"God, how can you? Aren't you exhausted?"
She looked down at his cock, and he followed her eyes to touch himself there, wincing a bit.
"Yeah, it does hurt a bit-now. Another fifteen or twenty minutes, though, and John Peter will be ready for action again. Here, kiss him."
He climbed up onto the edge of the table, kneeling by Lila's face, pressing his cock down to her lips. Lila looked at the angry red head, stared straight into the hole as though she could see all of the way down into his balls.
Her tongue reached out, moving against the hot shape of his cockhead, touching him gently, plastering to the curve of the head. She licked him, following around the shape of his cock head with her tongue, tasting the salt tang of their fucking.
She wanted to reach out to him, to feel the spongy shape of his cock between her fingers. But she had to satisfy herself with this inadequate substitute as the boy moved closer, raised his cock and his balls over her lips, letting the latter plop down against her mouth.
Lila opened her mouth wide then, taking the one egg-weight between her teeth and chewing on it gently, feeling the crisp crunch of his pubic hair between her teeth. The wrinkled sac was unpleasant for a moment as she worked on the shape of his ball, then lifted it out with her tongue to take in the other one in its place. Then she was sucking down on both of his testicles at the same time, her mouth stretched painfully wide until it seemed as though her jaw would crack.
The boy wriggled his ass with the pleasured the sensation she was creating for him. He moved until he was straddling her head, his lower legs pressed back until his feet were pushing across her tits, holding himself so that his weight did not press down across her bound arms. He was leaning forward, his cock pressing across her nose and her forehead.
Danny's balls slipped out of Lila's mouth with a wet sucking noise. His ass dropped a bit, bringing his cock down until his cockhead was at her lips. She tongued him then, trying to take the head of his cock within her lips. The boy held himself in that position for a minute, then raised above her, so that his cock was pointing down at her mouth again. He lowered himself until she could suck on him comfortably, but he did not send his cock completely within her mouth even when Lila sucked up on him, raising her head as far as she could.
Suddenly he pulled out completely, rising above her until he was standing up. For a moment he stood there, his stockinged feet tight against her sides, his toes pressing into the sensitive spots of her armpits, smiling down at her. Then he was turning, lowering himself again until his cock was once more at her lips and pushing into her mouth, dropping completely within her now, filling her mouth and her throat and passing the barrier that made her swallow the head of it into her gullet.
"Ahhhh, Christ!"
Danny's ass flexed, but he was not fucking down into her, not using the force of his hips this time. Instead, he let Lila suck against him as his belly crushed her tits, his hands reaching down to her hips and caressing them gently for a moment. Then he was lifting up on her hips, bringing them up until his tongue could reach out and touch the top of her slit, move through her bush and touch her opening.
The boy held himself there a moment, his cock pushing down into Lila's throat as he tasted the sharp odor of her cunt for the first time, tasted what it was that made her a woman. The boy's hands moved beneath Lila's ass, pulling up on her buttocks, pulling her more toward him until her thighs were pointing straight into the air and her cunt was open to him like a platter of sweet treats in a pie-eating contest.
Danny stared into her bush. Lila's cunt muscles worked before him, her thighs spreading wide so that he could see down into her, discovering the shape of her clit. His hands reached around her thighs to probe at the lips of her cunt, spreading it wider to his study. The boy's hot cock continuing to work against her lips in a gentle motion that was now obviously a fucking that needed completion.
His tongue moved out again to touch the shape of her clit, working around the tiny ball-shaped head. Lila shuddered beneath him at the delicious sensation, unable to gasp because his cock was filling her throat. Danny captured her clit between his teeth, biting down gently, sucking now on her clit as though it were a cock. His ass worked faster against her face and Lila sucked harder on his cock in return.
Danny's hands were working at the flesh of her thighs, slipping a bit to clutch at the meat of her ass, working against her as his tongue slipped farther within her cunt walls. He was fucking her now with his tongue, tasting her inner cunt, moving as far within her as he could reach with the flexible muscle of his mouth. It wasn't as far as his cock could go-but his cock could never bend around in such a marvelous way, never shape itself into first a probing tube, and then a flat shovel that moved against the burning wall of her cunt, lighting her and making Lila rise up against his falling cock, thrust her ass up toward him even as she tried to maintain for his pleasure the precarious balance of her legs and her hips.
She gurgled something around the shape of his cock that might have been a cry of pleasure as Danny fucked his tongue within her cunt, tasting her salt-acrid taste and pulling it within his mouth, savoring it, drinking it, drinking Lila into his body. The boy's lips were sucking eagerly at the lips of her cunt now, his mouth planted firmly against her, pressing between the outer lips of her entrance to suck at the soft inner walls and the moisture that was already there.
His hands were pulling her, his fingers moving down the crack of her ass until one probed at the brown ring, forced through the sphincter until the first joint was captured, Lila's ass squeezing tight against him as she thrilled to this new sensation of top of the other wonderful things that he was doing for her and to her. She was accepting his entire cock within her now, sucking as hard as she could, trying to suck with as much force as he was exerting against her cunt. Men had been between her legs before, had Frenched her pussy for her-but it had never been like this. She had never imagined that sucking lips could be anything like what this boy was doing to her. The discomfort of being bound to the table was completely forgotten in the thrill of having her pussy sucked until it felt as though her cunt was turning inside out, the walls falling outward, exploding upward as though they were a part of a rubber glove clasped tight to the flesh of his tongue.
Lila sucked on Danny's cock as he sucked at her cunt, until each felt the stirring in their loins again, knew that they were coming close to the point of explosion, of once more throwing their cum out against the other. It seemed impossible that the boy could be able to cum again so quickly in less than an hour-but she felt his balls quivering, knew from the way his cock was expanding between her teeth that another load was indeed on its way.
And her own explosion was not far behind, was even now trying to rise up against him, to overflow the boy and her face and his tongue and his wonderful sucking, to drown him even as he flooded into her stomach, into her mouth, filled her with the juices of his cock and his balls and his life.
She tried to cry out around the shape of the boy's cock, and heard a smothered sound coming back from Danny as he pressed his lips ever tighter against her pussy, sucking for all he was worth as her spending came then, spewed up, poured forth, soaked his face, was swallowed into his mouth and his stomach. The boy drank of Lila's cunt as she swallowed the cum from his cock, the two of them sucking eagerly together until there was nothing left, there was no more cum to come, there was only the complete exhaustion of total climax coming over the both of them in the same instant, making the boy collapse against her face, making Lila's ass drop again to the table, her cunt pulling from his lips and his tongue, Danny laying across her in total mutual exhaustion . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
As Danny lay across her, Lila grew aware of the pain shooting through her head and her back muscles, pain from being tied on the table. She worked her wrists, trying to find slack in the bonds that held her, but Danny had done his work well. Was the boy used to being tied himself, in the Home he had mentioned? She wondered what had happened to him in those moments, what the adults in charge had done to him.
"Ohhhhh! Please, Danny!"
He grunted, moved the side of his face against her belly, ran his finger along her thigh.
"You're hurting me!" she protested.
He stared across her gaping cunt, eyes seeming to study the folds of her outer entrance. His asshole twitched one or twice, working his now-soft cock against her face, his balls rubbing across her nose, the hair on his testicles cutting into her cheek. Then he placed his hands flat against the table and heaved himself up, sitting beside her, feet dangling over the edge of the table and hands clasped loosely between his legs. He blinked and shook his head as though trying to clear his thoughts.
"Ohhhhh!" Lila moaned again.
"What the fuck's the matter now?"
"It hurts!" she said. "Please-untie me, Danny!"
"Goddamn it, no!"
The boy jumped down from the table and turned around to face her. His fists were working by his sides and Lila knew that he was restraining himself from reaching out to smash her one. But the pain was too much to bear, the ache too sharp.
"Please!" she cried. "I can't stand it!"
"Bitch!"
Suddenly the boy's hand cracked across her face, stinging, knocking her head to one side. She gasped with the new pain, and bit down on her lip to keep from crying out again.
But Danny was turning away from her, his ass resting against the edge of the table as he stared toward the window. Suddenly he moved toward the sofa in one corner, grabbing one of the small cushions from it. He brought it back to the table, lifted her head roughly to shove it under her.
"There, goddamn it-stop your crying!"
Danny was going to the window now, pulling the drapes aside to stare down at the street. He stayed there for two or three minutes, idly scratching his balls with his other hand as though unaware that Lila could see him. His cock flopped against the heel of his hand, the head slick with the juices from their fucking, trailing wetness across his thigh when he pulled his hand away again.
"What are you going to do?" asked Lila.
"How the fuck do I know?"
He turned away from the window, and suddenly Lila saw that despite the equipment between his legs and the bravado that he tried to show to the world, Danny was really a very frightened young boy. It showed in his eyes. She wanted to reach out to him, gather him into her arms, bury his face between her breasts.
The fright showed even as his cock hung heavy between his legs, dropping over the massive eggs of his balls, swinging loose from the finished fucking even though there was the usual tendency for it to shrivel up as the fear captured his heart and his nerves.
Lila stared at him, wishing that he was completely naked so that she could see his chest, his full body development. Even in this half-dressed state, with socks and T-shirt still on, she thought he was one of the most beautiful male bodies she had ever seen-and she had been watching such bodies carefully ever since she was old enough to understand why her pussy itched when she rubbed herself in bed at night. She tried to think back, to count the number of naked boys she had seen, but there were too many: except for two or three special ones, most of them blurred together as nothing more than driving cocks and shoving asses.
But Danny was one of the best. Of that, she was certain. Now that the ache in her head was easing, her pussy was itching again. She knew that she wanted his cock again, wanted him to shove it completely into her, leave his beautiful flesh-plug filling her all the way into her womb, to start working back and forth whenever she started shoving the walls of her cunt against it. Jesus, but she had never imagined such a terrible cock hunger, such a desire for continued fucking! Already they had gone far beyond anything she had ever done before. Still her body wasn't satisfied! "Danny?"
He blinked, glanced at her. "Now what."
"I want to help you." He laughed. "Sure, you do."
"No, I mean it-I really do want to help you."
"Why?" He stared, suspicious. "What's in it for you?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all-just the chance to help someone out. Someone I like. I like you, Danny. I'm not trying to bullshit you."
"Sure you do!" He laughed, bitterly. "Now HI tell one, lady. You do want to bullshit me-you want me to untie you, let you up. Forget it! You're going to stay right there where I know you won't cause any trouble until I decide how to get out of this fucking place. When the time comes, I may need a hostage, and you'll be it."
"It's terrible to be so full of hate at your age, Danny. Fourteen-that's not very old at all. I remember when I was fourteen, I didn't know anything about what went on in the world."
"I suppose you didn't know how to play with your pussy, either."
"Sure, I knew that much. Every girl knows that much, unless she's an idiot. And I was fucking boys then, too. But it was all a big game, a lot of fun. I had no idea what was going on outside of school and my gang of kids. I had no idea there were kids like you . . . "
"Yeah, well somebody always has to get the shitty end of the stick."
"What's it like, Danny? Living in the Home?"
He stared at her. "Why? What do you care?"
"I care a lot. And I really want to know."
"Well, there's a lot of fuckin', Lila baby. Only it ain't between boys and girls. Except when a couple of the real nuts decide to put on a show to amuse themselves. Then they're liable to make a guy hung like a horse fuck a little five year old girl, or have a little guy fucked in the ass by a black stud supervisor. There's a lot of that. Most of the time, though, the supervisors are just beating on some kid's ass for the fun of it. Here, Look!"
He turned around then, and slapped his hand against his own ass-and Lila saw that there were old bruises crossing the flesh of his buttocks, the place where wide belts had hit hard and where slender tips and drawn blood. She winced, gasping.
"That's what the home is-ass-whipping for supper, a fist in your teeth for breakfast."
"Did you run away?"
"Naw-I got took out for a foster home. Yeah! A goddamn mean old sonofabitch who wanted a kid to do the dirty work around his house for no money. He was an ass-kicker, too. His wife was a real bitch, told her husband all sorts of dirty lies about me just so he would kick my ass up the stairs. That was real jollies for her-I think it was the only way she could cream."
"How long were you with them?"
"Too fucking long!" he said. "Until Eddie came around and told me that he was out and planning some big scores. When he said he wanted me in, you bet your ass I cut out of that old bastard's place. Probably they got the cops looking for me on that account, too-not that it makes any difference now."
"Was Eddie your best friend?"
He suddenly went silent, but from the look on his face Lila knew that Eddie must have been his only friend. Her heart went out to him then, even though he was still forcing her to stay tied to this table.
"Danny . . . I do want to help."
"Yeah?" He turned back to her again. "How? Just what the fuck can you do?"
"Help you get out of here, maybe. If I'm untied. I can't do anything in this position."
He grinned. "You can take my cock in your cunt!"
"Untie me, Danny, and I can do more for you on that score, too."
"No sale, Lila baby. You're tryin' too hard. Shit, I think you need another stiff cock shoved up your twat-how about it?"
He came close to her then, reached out with his hand to jab three fingers straight into her cunt. She gasped, her ass rising off the table, eyes widening as she stared at him, knowing that it would be useless to beg. But his fingers were working within her cunt, digging into the soft walls, pulling down and stopping to capture her clit. He held her there, rolling the soft shape between two of his fingers, and fire shot through her. She tensed again, knowing that her desire was returning in full strength. Her cunt walls were sucking against his fingers now, trying to drag them deeper into her in place of the cock that was still hanging limp between his legs.
"Shit!" cried the boy. "You never get enough, bitch! You want more fucking!"
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God help me, yessssss-sssssss! Please, Danny! Please!"
"Say it!" he demanded again. "Bitch! You spell it out just exactly what you want Danny boy to do to you, make me know just how your hot pussy is feeling."
"Please!" she cried again. "I've got to have it, Danny!"
Her ass was working up and down against the table, thrusting up at the boy's hand, his fingers shoved all the way down into her cunt again until his thumb and his little finger were pushing up the outside of her pelvis and her ass. He worked his fingers against her, Lila nearly going mad from the sensation flaming through her now. The boy reached up with his other hand to her tits, working them too, twirling the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger, kneading the soft flesh in all of his hand as he pushed up against her with his palm.
"Please!" she cried. "Oh, for the love of God! I can't stand it, I can't take it any longer! Please!"
"Say it, cunt!" he demanded. "Goddamn it, say it!"
Suddenly his hand was out of her cunt, his fingers in her face, pressing against her nose, her lips. He shoved his middle finger between her lips, and Lila tasted her own sharp odor, her own acrid tang, sucking against her own cunt juices. The boy's chest was heaving heavily now, and his hand was away, his mouth moving down to hers, sucking against her lips, his cock standing hard again as though they hadn't fucked at all-standing harder than ever, larger than ever, pushing, against the table as his hot flesh tried to reach out to her, to gather her in, to penetrate her with his rod and his meat.
The boy moaned, pressing against her, his arms circling her shoulders, working around her neck as he kissed her, held himself against her face, moved up over the edge of the table to lay beside her, the hot rod of his cock pressing against her hip and trying to penetrate her flesh.
"Oh, God, Danny! Please-untie me! Untie me so that I can fuck you right. Please, untie me!"
Danny moaned again, said something she could not hear as he rode against her side, suddenly moved up over her body until he was laying across her, his cock pushing now against her belly. His hands were moving up and down her sides, touching her tits, reaching up to press under her arms and touch at her face, and all the time he was wiggling back and forth, moving across her sweat-slick body, his cock and balls sliding up and down against her groin.
"Please!" Lila cried. "Oh, God!"
"Shit! Fuck shit!"
The boy was down between her legs now, his lips sucking eagerly, hungrily, against her nipples, biting down on them and pulling them in with all the strength that his sucking lungs could exert against her. She felt the tiny sharp stings as the blood vessels in the surface of her breasts expanded almost to the point of bursting, swelling as her nipples erected to their fullest, the boy sucking against her as though he was drinking his fill of her milk, her essence, her womanness.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! God, please, oh no please help oh no-Jeeeeesus! No, don't! Don't!"
Danny reached up, knocked the pillow out from under her head so suddenly that her skull cracked against the table again, her ears ringing and stars blazing against her vision. The boy was like an animal, out of control, loosed upon a terrified populace, his hunger for female flesh driving him against her, his teeth biting into her tits now, biting against her shoulder, even into her arm hollows to bite at the tender flesh there. Lila bucked against him, begging, trying not to scream, the tears streaming from her eyes as her heels drummed against the table, her knees fought to get between his legs, fought to drive against the exposed tender place of his sex.
But as suddenly as the viciousness had come over the boy it was gone. Danny moaned, pressing his lips against the places he had bit, licking at the marks of his teeth as though trying to remove them from her body. He kissed her on the mouth again, his hands cradling her head, holding her gently, softly, as his cock probed against her belly.
"Oh, Momma!" he cried, so low that she almost did not hear his words. "I'm sorry, Momma!"
"Oh, God!" She closed her eyes, swallowing for breath. "Danny? Danny, honey?"
"Yeah?" he said, kissing her tit again.
"It's all right, Danny. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll help you, really I will. You don't have to be afraid any more."
She didn't know what she was saying, what she was promising the boy. Lila only knew that she had to comfort him, reassure him that everything was going to be all right. She knew that for a moment Danny had been lost in a wild madness in which he could have done anything, even harmed her seriously. She wanted to gather the boy into her arms and struggled again against her bonds; but they did not move. She was fastened firmly to the table.
But Danny was moving now, sliding between her legs, his cock probing against the outer lips of her cunt, its swollen head slick again with the pre-seminal fluid and the sweat that had worked up between their bodies. His eyes closed, the boy hardly knew what he was doing as his cock slipped into the woman, slid all the way into her cunt, until his balls were pressed tight against the spreading outer lips. He lay there against her, within her, holding to Lila with his hands as they clenched at her sides, clutched at the shape of her tits, his face buried in the valley of her breasts. The boy was far away from this place and what he was doing, and for a moment or more his hot throbbing cock only held there between her legs, within her cunt, burning the message of his desire from his flesh to hers.
But they were worked to a peak of desire now, too intense in its need to permit them to do nothing more than this, even though Lila thrilled to the shape filling her, loved the hot burning sensation of his cock flesh. She thought that she could hold him like this forever, for hours-but her cunt needed the inner massage, moved despite her wants, worked without her control to move against the shape of Danny's cock. For a minute or more she was masturbating him with her cunt. The boy began to respond, first in a twitching of his muscles, then by lifting his head to stare into her eyes, recognizing there what he had done to herand what she wanted him to do now.
If there was any regret for what he had done, it did not show now in Danny's eyes as his cock moved within Lila's cunt. The boy held himself above her now, supporting himself on his arms as though trying to ease things for her by removing some of his weight, but there was no compassion in his expression. His ass twitched, pressed down against Lila, pushed his cock completely within her as she tried to open herself completely to him, willing the boy's body completely within her own. She wanted to be filled with Danny' to have him inside of her body, inside of her tits, pushing out against her arms and her legs and her skull, his cock moving constantly within her, her captive, her pleasure-thing.. .
But Danny was in control. The boy licked his lips, probed experimentally with his ass again, began to move back out until at first half of his cock was withdrawn, and then almost all of it. Lila gasped, almost crying out, and tightened against him, dragging against his cock until at last he stopped, the rim of his glans caught within the grasp of her cunt muscles.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" The moan escaped her, her eyes closing as Danny held himself in that position for another minute, his cock throbbing with the pulse of his blood as it rushed through his veins and his arteries, throbbing as it swelled ever larger with the blood of his life that was trying to force itself into her cunt, into her body.
"Please!" she cried. "Oh, God, Danny-please!
Do it to meeeeeeeeee!"
But the boy seemed to be testing his control, holding himself above her, even his belly pulled away from her belly, only his legs pressing against the inside of her thighs, no other contact with his body except for that throbbing flesh mushroom that teased the entrance to her cunt.
And then the boy was throwing himself down into Lila, to enter her with all of his cock, all of his weight, giving her so much of what she wanted until she thought that he had done exactly as she had dreamed, entering her completely until the two were as one. He threw himself down until the flesh of her hips was bruised where the hard table surface pressed up against her, until her ass was ringing, her ears were ringing.
"Oh, God!"
"Yeahhhhhhh!" cried the boy. "Fuck, yeah!"
"Fuck meeeeeeee, Danny! Fuck meeeeeeee!"
"Whore!"
"Please!"
"Bitch!"
"Oh, God!"
"Cunt!"
"Jesussssssssssss!"
"Momma! Fuck Mommaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Danny threw himself against her, riding heavily, throwing his cock all the way into her cunt until she was filled as she had dreamed, until there was no room left for even a breath of air. The force of his out-stroke drew against her and created a vacuum that seemed to tear her cunt out, turn her inside out, pull her womb out and with it bring her soul and her need and her most shameful secrets to where everyone could look at them, watch them, see them, laugh at them.
"Oh, fuck!" the boy cried, throwing himself with his full strength into the act of riding into the woman, riding out of her, riding her as though he had not fucked her, had not done any of the other things, as though his cock had been storing its explosion for weeks and months and years and a lifetime. But it was going to come out now, all of it, spilling out of him, spewing out of him, boiling out of the boy's balls to flood her, fill her, drown her.
And Lila worked with him, fucked with him, accepting everything that Danny could give her, her cunt begging for more, sucking for more. Her hips rose completely off the table as the boy pulled out of her-and held there with her full strength as he slammed back into her, until at last, soon enough, too soon, they felt their bodies working, each knowing that he was about to spill, flood, explode.
Cum boiled out of Danny, exploded out of Lila, pouring out of their bodies to meet and mix together, until there was nothing to tell the white fluid of boy apart from the white fluid of woman, their cum pouring out of her cunt and around his cock and balls, soaking their legs, their thighs, the table top, until their bodies were finally drained.
Still the boy fucked against the woman, driving down with all of the anger that had been stored up in him, over the years of mistreatment, of suffering, of tormenting, until he was trying to pay her back all at once for everything that had ever happened to him.
"Oh, sweet Jesussssssssssssss!" he cried. "My balls are melting!"
"Oh, God, Danny! Help meeeeeeeeee!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, fuck!"
"Please. . . "
At last his driving stopped, his cock held still within Lila's cunt, throbbing with the pounding of his heart until in time even that quieted and eased to its normal pace as there was no greater demand made on it than to keep the boy's body moving. No longer did his organs have to work so terribly hard in the effort of fucking, of loving, of driving into doomsday.
And in time his throbbing cock, swollen larger than the boy had ever imagined possible and pained now by the pressure of Lila's quiescent cunt against it, began to shrink back within her, until at last only the soft shape was held within her by the pressure of the boy laying across her body. Danny drew soft breath into his lungs as his arms pressed against her sides, his fingers working gently against the shape of her tits.
"Oh, God!" the boy said. "God . . . "
Lila swallowed, wanting him to withdraw now, but afraid to ask, to beg-afraid that he would suddenly turn against her again. His weight was almost too much to bear. The ache returned to her skull as her body realized that the fucking was done.
Danny was slipping out of her, his cock popping wetly from her cunt, the noise loud enough to be heard clearly. His face rested against her tits another moment, his cock hanging between her knees, its slick head rubbing against the table top. And then he was climbing off her.
"I don't believe it," the boy said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I just don't believe that I've fucked you again. Jesussssss! My balls ache like the time I got hit with a baseball!"
The boy wiped his mouth, then licked his suddenly dry lips and headed for the partition again, this time coming back with a large glass filled with ice water. He drank sparingly, then lifted Lila's head so that she could drink, too.
She gasped at the cold bite, blinking her eyes. Her chest heaved, her tits rising up and down, the boy's hand curving around her neck to almost touch her there as he held her.
'Thank you," she said, weakly, as Danny put the cushion beneath her head again. She tried to arch her back, but the pain was almost too much to bear. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
"What's the matter?" he demanded, after finishing the water.
Her eyes closed, Lila said, "What's the use? If I tell you how much I'm hurting, you won't do anything anyway."
"Shit!"
Suddenly his hands were working against the bonds that held her down, and Lila opened her eyes, wondering. Her struggles had pulled the knots so tight that he couldn't loosen them, and after a moment he went behind the partition again, returning with a fruit knife to saw against the cloth. In a minute the cotton fabric parted, released her.
"Okay," he said. "Get up-but don't get any ideas."
"I won't."
Rubbing her wrists, she sat up on the table, then maneuvered herself to the edge. It seemed as though every bone in her body was aching, and it was with difficulty that she lowered herself from the table, limping as she crossed to the soft sofa. She sank down into the cushions, sighing as she rubbed her wrists again.
"Ohhhhhh! Thank you, Danny-for letting me free."
The boy crossed to the window again, was making a face, as he stared down into the street.
"Jesus! There must be half the cops in the city down there-and every goddamn one of them is restroom kin' for me. I'm surprised they haven't made their way up here already."
"We're on the twelfth floor," said Lila. "If they're searching every floor, it must take a while-and they might not even know you're in this building."
"Oh, they know, all right-thanks to that bastard who saw me."
He stared toward the door, as though expecting to see it break open before a horde of charging policemen. And Lila did not mistake the fear that was on the boy's face.
"Christ! How am I gonna get out of here?"
"Danny . . . I can help you."
"Yeah? Why should you?"
Their eyes met, locked together for a long moment, the woman at last forced to break away under the animal power of the boy. She shrugged.
"I . . . don't know why," she said, then. "Maybe
I'm crazy, I don't know. Maybe it's just because I don't think you're such a rotten kid, Danny."
He grinned. "Hey, you must really have fallen in love with my cock, Lila baby!"
She met his eyes then, after glancing down at his exposed cock and balls for a long moment. It was hard to imagine his soft cock in its erect stage, throwing into her. But she remembered the feel of it, the power behind it as Danny drove into her . . .
"Maybe I did," she said, softly. "Is there anything wrong with that, Danny? Lots of people fall in love with a body, with fucking."
He was embarrassed. "Yeah . . . well, I don't know anything about shit like that, Lila baby. I don't know what the fuck you mean when you talk about love. I only know what it means to have lover's nuts and a hard-on aching so bad it about pulls your ass right down to your knees. Shit, for all I know, that is all people mean when they talk about loving each other."
"Have you . . . fucked many girls, Danny?"
He seemed embarrassed. He shrugged, turning away. "Naw-I just said that. I'm sick and tired of people putting me down for being a kid. I know my cock is bigger than a hell of a lot of men's. I had one of the biggest in the Home, at least among the kids my own age, and one of the biggest in school, as well."
"Was I . . . the first woman you had."
"Yeah."
He looked at her then. "But what of it, huh? I did all right, I know goddamn well I did! Shit, you seemed to like the way I plowed into you."
"I liked everything you did to me, Danny-except for tying me up. You're talented. I would never have known that I was your first, really."
Her admission seemed to please him. He came to her, flopping down on the couch beside her, his rump was at the edge of the cushion. He stared at his cock, as though expecting it to do something. He looked up at Lila.
"Okay-you want to help me, what do you have in mind?"
"I guess the first thing to do is go outside and see just what's going on."
"And leave me here, a sitting pigeon? No thanks, but no way!"
"But we can't just stay here, waiting for the police to come, Danny!"
"Yeah. So maybe we should go out together-me with my gun and you in front of me in case the cops want to start shooting. They won't take me as easy as they took Eddie!" -
"That's crazy!" she said. "You can't outshoot them. How many bullets do you have in that gun? And you can't get by them if they're really covering the whole building. No, Danny-I've got to go out and see exactly what they're doing. I'll get you another hostage."
"Yeah?" He considered the idea. "Okay-how?"
"I'll call one of the other girls to come in here," she said. "No tricks, honest."
"I believe you," he said. "You know better than to try a fast one, Lila. Go ahead."
She got up, went to the phone at the far end of the table. The idea had come into her mind suddenly, but now she was certain that it was a good one, that it would work. She dialed the number carefully, four digits for an inside extension, then listened until the ringing was cut off.
"Secretarial pool."
"Let me speak to Cassie," said Lila, carefully.
There was a few seconds of silence, then: "She's not here. Hey-anyone know where Cassie is?"
Lila closed her eyes as she waited for the girl to come back on, this time saying, "She's filling in for Harry Martin's girl. Why don't you buzz her there?"
"Thank you."
Her finger broke the connection and she stared at Danny again. But she was seeing Harry Martin, her boss, the bastard! Now she dialed the number on her own desk, and before the first ring finished it was answered.
"Mr. Martin's office."
"Cassie, this is Lila."
There was a hesitation. "Yes? What do you want?"
"I have to talk to you right away."
"I don't think we have anything to talk about, Lila. Nothing at all."
"You're wrong. What I have to tell you may be the most important message you'll ever hear. I won't take up much of your time, I promise. But I have to see you!"
"All right, Lila-I'll listen. Where are you?"
"Conference Room C."
"All right, I'll be there in a few minutes. And I'm warning you, this better be good!"
Lila smiled as she placed the phone back on its cradle, and then grinned.
"You'll have your hostage, Danny, no problem."
"Okay, Lila. I must be crazy, trusting you. But I guess I don't have any choice, do I?"
"Not much, Danny. I better get dressed now."
"Yeah."
He watched as she donned her clothes, helping her with the snaps on the bra. The boy seemed reluctant to see her ample tits shrouded again in fabric, and even more unhappy to see her pull her blouse and then her skirt over her naked body. Lila adjusted her clothes, and patted her hair-and then suddenly grabbed the boy, throwing her arms around him to give him a thorough kiss.
At first Danny was flustered, surprised. Then he was responding, his tongue driving against her mouth, moving between her teeth. His cock was answering again, too, moving up against her skirt, lifting it as his rod tried to probe once more at her cunt. His hands moved over her back, moved down to clench at her ass as she sucked against his lips with all of the strength in her own.
"Jesus!" the boy cried, breaking. He rubbed his mouth. "You're too much!"
"Yes, Danny." She smiled, and reached down to touch his cock with the tip of her fingers, lifting up against its swollen rigid shaft, tracing the length of one of the viens. "Too much-but I don't think I'll ever get too much of what you have."
He groaned. "Jesus, I want to fuck again! Goddamn it, what the fuck's the matter with me?"
"You're horny, Danny. You've been denied what you need for so long that now your body is taking advantage of this opportunity while it can. And I tell you what.. . when the girl I called gets here, I don't mind one bit if you fuck her. In fact, I want to you to fuck her!"
"Yeah?" He stared at her, suspicious again. "Why?"
"Let's just say that I want your cock kept happy, Danny."
He shook his head. "Not good enough. What do you get out of it?"
She grinned. "The chance to watch smart-ass Cassie get her cunt whipped!"
Danny laughed then. "Yeah, I get it now. Okay, this bitch you called is somebody you hate. I guess I can give her a little going over, so long as my prick holds up strong."
There was a sudden knocking at the door. Danny stared at Lila for a moment, then grabbed for his jacket, pulling the gun out of the pocket. He motioned her to the door, following, to stand against the wall, gun held ready. Lila took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and undid the lock, opening it to Cassie.
"What is it?" asked the blonde, coming in. "What's all the secrecy about, Lila? I thought you'd be out of the building by now-"
Lila closed the door quickly, locking it again, and Cassie turned to watch her-and for the first time saw Danny, still dressed in nothing more than socks and his t-shirt. The boy's cock and the gun barrel were both pointed straight at her middle.
"What the fuck?" She gasped, moving back until she bumped into the table. She stared at Lila. "What kind of gag is this, you bitch? What do you think you're setting me up for? Listen, your ass is already shit. If you're smart you'll call off John Dillinger there, and the both of you will get the fuck out of here!"
"Shut up, cunt!"
Danny moved to her now, prodded his gun against her belly. "Where are the cops?"
"Cops?" she looked at Lila again. "What are you talking about, kid?"
"Goddamn it, smarten up!" Suddenly the boy's hand went across her face, slapping her. Cassie cried out, and held her stinging cheek.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up!" He reached up then, hooked his hand into her blouse-and ripped. Her tits spilled loose as she was wearing no bra. The boy touched her right nipple with the barrel of his gun, grinning. "All right, we'll try it again-this time without the horseshit. Where's the goddamn cops?"
She shook her head, sobbing. "I don't know what you're talking about."
'They're not here yet, then, Danny," said Lila. "Maybe there's still a chance that they aren't coming at all."
"Maybe," the boy said. "Maybe the moon is made out of green cheese, too, and cows shit gold. Help me tie up this bitch, and then you can go out and take a look. I saw some cord behind the partition, it'll be better than that stupid goddamn tie."
Lila hurried to do as he asked, coming out with the ball of cord in time to see the boy ripping the skirt from Cassie's hips. He was moving around her now, his cock as hard as it had been when in the heat of fucking Lila, taking great pleasure from ripping her clothing away. Although she had no bra, Cassie did have on panties and stockings, and a garter belt. The boy snapped the last loose, to tear the stockings to shreds, and then plunged the barrel of his gun down across her cunt and into the panties, ripping out the crotch that way. He got his fingers into the rip, and tugged up on the scanty fabric until at last the waistband separated and there was nothing left to cover her at all.
"Oh, God!" Cassie cried. She looked at Lila, beseeching. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?"
"If you don't know, then I certainly can't tell you," said Lila.
"I don't want Harry, damn it!" cried the girl. "He's nothing to me-nothing at all!"
"What did you want, then?" asked Lila. "My job?"
"Well, what of it? A girl has to get ahead somehow, doesn't she?"
"Stabbing her friends in the back. Except that we were never friends, Cassie, so maybe it's all right. If so, then it's all right for me to get even with you." -s.
The boy was grinning as he listened to them, but he prodded Cassie to the table, forced the girl to lie down. Her tits were so heavy that they flopped loosely away from each other. The boy seemed fascinated by them, suddenly reaching out to tweak the nipple of the nearest one. Cassie gasped, and groaned.
"Oh, God! Help me!"
"Shit, nobody's gonna help you here, cunt," said
Danny. "Nobody except my cock-and that's gonna help you feel real good."
He had the knife he used earlier to free Lila. He bound Cassie to the table with cord, tying her more tightly than he had Lila as though he was trying to make up to Lila what he had done to her by forcing Cassie to suffer even more. It was only a minute before he was done with her hands, but instead of leaving her feet free, as he had Lila's, suddenly he was grabbing her leg, forcing it back, running the cord around the back of her knee. He slapped her ass then, forcing the girl to raise off the table slightly, and pulled the cord tight; then he fastened it, and moved around the table to do the same with the other leg.
"What are you doing?" cried Cassie. "Please!"
Lila stared, fascinated, at the way Cassie's ass was pulled up now until both her cunt and her asshole were exposed. The brown ring was flexing in fright, opening and closing involuntarily.
"Shit!" cried Danny. "You're scared enough to piss your pants! Don't worry, lady-I promise you I won't do anything that doesn't make my cock feel good. To me. Maybe not to you, but I know I'm gonna enjoy this."
"What are you doing, Danny?" asked Lila now, watching the boy climb up onto the table, move up until he was standing against Cassie's ass, the girl looking up at his cock waving in the air.
"I'm gonna try something different-something Eddie told me about," he said. He looked down at Cassie. "Like what you're seeing, bitch?"
"No!" she cried. "Please-don't!"
"Wrong words," said Danny. "I'm going to do exactly what I want to do. There's no more fuckin' don't, Danny!"
He knelt against her ass then, bending over Cassie to touch her tits, squeezing them and playing with the nipples, then using both hands to lift each tit up into the air, holding it there a moment.
"Christ, you're flabby!" he said. "Shit, by the time you're an old lady, you'll be wrinkled up like an old potato bag."
His cock was pressing across the lips of her cunt then, Cassie staring fearfully into his face, Lila watching eagerly-wanting to see that cunt assaulted as she knew the boy could do it. She wanted to see Cassie wriggle, beg, cry, scream!
"Oh, God!" cried Cassie. "What do you want from me? Please-please, Lila! I'll do anything you say, anything you want! I'll go away, quit working here-just let me up, let me go!"
"Anything?" said Danny, mischievously. "Yes! Anything!"
"Okay-I want you to lay there tied up while I figure out some ways to have fun with you. Since you want to do what I want to do, shut up about it!"
Cassie moaned, her eyes closing, her head rolling to one side as though she was afraid to watch the boy, to see what he would do to her. Danny's cock filled the length of her slit now, the mushroom head probing out the other side, the boy's balls pressing against her ass. Despite her fears, Cassie's cunt was wet with anticipation at the sight of the boy's cock, waiting anxiously for the first penetration of that massive tool.
But Danny drew back then, held himself tense and then he was pressing the head of his cock not against the entrance to her cunt, but against the brown ring of her ass. Cassie felt the head of his cock there, realized what he was going to do.
"No!" she cried. "Please-"
But Danny was already pushing into her, shoving against the forces of her sphincter with all of his stocky strength, moving the head of his cock steadily against the resistance of her asshole until at last the ring gave, and popped open, letting the head of his cock sink into her with a sudden soft gasp.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cassie cried out, almost screaming. But Danny's hand was clamping across her mouth, capturing her nose, the boy pushing down as his cock penetrated her asshole to stop her from making noise.
"Shut up!" he said angrily. "If you want to keep breathing, bitch, when I take my hand away there won't be a sound out of you! Understand?"
Cassie nodded, her eyes staring with fright. When the boy released her mouth she gasped for breath. But she remembered what he had threatened and kept silent, even though the pain of his penetration of her ass was making the pain lines stand out across her forehead, making the sweat pour out of her system.
The boy used both hands to hold onto her sides, pushing his hips against her, forcing his cock farther into her asshole. Lila watched the shaft slowly disappear, moving into the stretched ring, her position perfect to see everything that was happening to Cassie, to Danny's cock. Danny pushed until he could make no further progress. He at last relaxed, with perhaps two inches of his cock still outside of Lila. The strain went out of his body as the boy let his hands drop to her stomach, his chest heaving for breath. He glanced at Lila, grinning and then looked down at Cassie again.
"How does it feel, cunt?" he asked.
"It hurts!" said Cassie, unable to restrain a moan. "It feels like you're tearing me apart!"
"Yeah? That's not a bad idea."
Suddenly the boy shoved against her again, catching her by surprise, her asshole relaxed just enough to let his cock move in another inch. Cassie gasped, her back trying to arch up, her tits bobbing with the exertion. She bit down on her lip as the boy paused again-and then he was throwing himself into her once more, reading that tiny instant when her fight against his cock had relaxed. This time Lila saw his cock plunge completely within her ass, the boy's groin against Cassie's buttocks, until there was no space at all between them.
"Oh, God!" Cassie could not help moaning again. "Please help me!"
"I'm gonna help you," said Danny. "Help you to an ass full of my cock! Hold on, bitch, because I'm gonna start now!"
Holding her rib cage, the boy began to fuck against Cassie, throwing his cock deep into her, withdrawing until only the natural pressure of her sphincter kept the glans of his cock captured within her hole. His cock was standing as strong as ever, the boy a perpetual-fucking machine that didn't want to stop, as he filled her completely, then withdrew, riding the girl now in a long steady stroking that filled her completely, he feeling something soft break away before the head of his cock each time that he bottomed out in her.
Trussed completely, unable to move even a muscle, Cassie felt as though the boy were shoving her ass down into the hard wood of the table as he fucked into her, his cock completely filling her rear tube, rubbing now against the lining to her other shaft. And now, despite the pain of the first penetration, the girl began to respond, to feel a sensation within her cunt that was something brand new, completely different. Her asshole was working against the boy, trying to shit him out-yet opening completely to him as he drove down on the falling stroke, wanting to take him all of the way in. The pain was easing, soon was gone; there was only a delicious electric sensation, a blast of white light crossing her eyes and her brain and her heart as Danny's cock filled her asshole. "Oh, God!"
She cried out as Danny fucked into her. But it was no longer an appeal for help. Now it was an answer to the sensation that he was creating within her cunt, her body, her womb aching as she felt the head of his cock sliding by her organs on the wrong side. His cock was tight within her ass, far tighter than she had ever imagined it possible to be, and his fucking movements were making her body answer, cold sweat pouring out of her trussed arms and legs, hot sensation burning through the veins and arteries, making her blood pound, her heart work heavily as she felt the boy's cock expanding within the tube of her ass.
"Oh, Jesusssssssssss!" she cried. "God fuck Jesus help meeeeeeeeee! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Danny laughed, triumphantly, stealing the strength from his fucking to glance at Lila, see that she was staring wide-eyed at the girl on the table, her hand unconsciously moving toward her crotch. The boy fucked against Cassie's ass, feeling his own balls burning with a new sensation, a wonderful feeling that was almost as great and maybe even better than his first fucking into Lila's cunt. Fucking was wonderful, fucking was every joy ever invented or thought of. He liked his cock as it drove into cunt, into ass, into a woman, remembering the feeling of shooting his wad into his fingers or into a faggot's mouth, and once, into a queer supervisor's asshole. But none of what he remembered was like the real thing of real fucking with a woman beneath him, a cunt and a female asshole open to him.
"Shiittttttttttttt!" the boy cried.
"Oh, fuck meeeeeeee!"
"Yeah, damn your ass! Yeahhhhhhh!"
"I'm cumming!" cried Cassie. It was impossible, but she felt the explosion of her body working even without a cock filling her cunt, someone or something manipulating her clit to orgasmic finish. Her body was responding to the boy's cock as Danny fucked into her, shoved his groin against her ass and moving her back until the tight cords cut into the flesh of her legs, threatening to cut off the circulation to the lower parts of her body-but it was all unfelt in the greatest explosion of pure joy, pure heaven, pure fucking wonderful sensational fucking in her ass.
"I'm cumminnnnnnngggggggggg!"
"Oh, shit Christ!" cried Danny. "Yeah! Yeahhhh-hhhhhh! My balls are melting, my cock is burning up, there ain't nothin' left in me! Jesus, I'm fuckin' dyinnnggggggggggg! I'm cumminnnnnnnnnngggggggggg!"
Lila watched, jealous now as she saw the two of them riding to a climax, envious of Cassie's joy and approaching climax, angry as she saw the girl's cum spew out of her twat to spill across her belly and down over her tits. She wanted Danny's cock only for herself. She wanted to feel the boy's explosion of love only within her own body.
But it was too late. She had brought the bitch Cassie here to serve as Danny's hostage so that she could help the boy, and she had told Danny to fuck her, to punish her. She could not blame him now for enjoying what he was doing, for cumming in answer to the call of his testicles, the surge of his bloodstream. Lila was jealous even as she saw Cassie tied so painfully to the table that held her prisoner, jealous until she saw Danny's ass work for the last time, pushing against Cassie until the boy collapsed away from the woman, dropped back onto his ankles, his hands reaching behind him to support his drained weight. His chest heaved, his cock throbbed in the open air as it came from Cassie's asshole, and his eyes closed so that he did not see the look of anguish pass across Lila's face.
The boy was drained; his legs moved from beneath him so that he was able to lay flat against the table, hands reaching above his head as he tried to bring strength back into his body with his gasps for breath.
"Oh, God!" Cassie was moaning again, feeling the pain of the cords against her legs now. Her feet seemed cold, and the girl knew the circulation was being cut off. "Please! Let my legs down!"
The boy was too exhausted to move from the table. He looked at Lila, and indicated the knife where he had left it in a chair.
"Better cut her legs loose."
Lila picked up the knife, approached Cassie, staring down at her with all of the hate that filled her heart at that moment. But.. . Hate for whom?
Suddenly she realized that she was no longer jealous of Cassie for what the girl had succeeded in doing with Harry Martin. Lila no longer cared about Harry Martin . . .
She glanced at Danny. Had she changed her love-to the boy?
Was it possible to love Danny, after what he had done to her?
Oh, God! What was happening to her? She felt as though she was going crazy, out of her mind. The world seemed turned upside down, black white and white black. She didn't know what to think now, what to do.
Cassie moaned again, and now Lila could see that the color was leaving her legs. She reached out with the knife to slash the cords. Cassie's feet dropped heavily to the table, the girl unable to control them at all. The one went across Danny's leg, the other moving between his, to almost touch his cock, pressing against his wilted balls. Cassie's chest heaved heavily as Lila stared at the red lines the cords had cut into her flesh, the girl wincing as needles of pain passed over those places where circulation was at last returning. Then she stared at Lila, tongue touching her swollen lips, not saying anything at all.
Lila moved away from her to stand by Danny, looking down at the boy.
"I'm going out now, Danny. You better lock the door after me."
"Yeah." He found the strength to sit up. He slipped off the table to follow her to the door, standing behind it as she opened it. She was through quickly, into the hall, hearing the click as Danny locked it again.
For a moment Lila leaned against the wall, glad to see that the corridor was empty. She looked at her watch for the first time since the strange episode had begun, and saw that it was no more than forty-five minutes since the whole madness started.
Forty-five minutes.
It seemed impossible that the whole world could have turned upside down in that short space of time.
But Lila knew that nothing was the same as it had been before she walked into that room to see Danny standing there. Everything had changed . . .
What would the future be like?
For Danny, full of trouble-unless she managed to find a way to help him out. She pushed away from the wall then, pausing only to check the vague appearance of her hair in a glass-covered painting nearby. She didn't seem too much the worse for wear, and so she pushed on into the outer offices, heading quickly through the corridors until she reached the place that had been her own for the past several months . . .
She could not help pausing there, looking at the closed door which suddenly opened, letting the figure of Harry Martin slip out. He seemed as surprised as Lila, the two of them frozen for a few seconds. Harry glanced at the empty desk and Lila found herself unable to not stare down at the front of his pants, comparing the memory of Danny with what she had seen in that interlude when he was fucking Cassie.
"Look, Lila . . . maybe I was a little hasty." She watched him flounder, not answering. "I guess I got a real short fuse-I'm sorry if I exploded. I guess it wasn't your fault. I started messing around with Cassie while you were in the John . . . "
She shrugged, "what's done is done, Mr. Martin."
"Please-I want to make it up to you, for being such a louse."
"I don't know how you can do that."
He grinned, an embarrassed little boy grin, and reached out to take her hand. "Come on inside, Lila, and we can talk about it."
She looked toward the front entrance. She could see the corner of the switchboard. But Harry was tugging her toward the door to his office. She tried to pull free, but it was easier to go with him.
Once inside his office, Harry closed the door carefully, almost as thought wanting to avoid making noise. Then he turned to her, his hands going to her arms.
"I've been thinking about you, Lila," he said. "About us. I guess I acted like an ass earlier-carrying on that way with Cassie. After all, who is she? Just another cheap tramp from the pool. Certainly nothing to go wild over, to lose my pants over."
"Please, Mr. Martin!" Lila was nervous now, thinking about Danny in the conference room with Cassie. "What do you want?"
"Why, I only want to show you that I'm not such a bastard after all, Lila." His eyes were traveling down her frame now, admiring her shape. "Maybe I was a fool, too blind to see what was sitting outside my own door all the time . . . "
"Please!" She tried to break free. Suddenly his hands were tightening on her arms. "What are you doing?"
"Why, just giving you a little bit of what you've been wanting Lila." His lips were seeking hers, pressing against her mouth, moving across her face. "Just giving you a little of the loving that you've been wanting so bad."
Lila was struggling, but he was too strong for her. She couldn't escape. She was aware that his cock was hard, pressing through his pants and into her crotch, riding up toward her cunt as it fought against the fabric of his trousers. She wanted to scream out, but her mouth was covered with his. He was pushing her toward the couch where he had taken Cassie. She fought him, but he had her upper arms captured in his strong hands, his thumbs pressing painfully into her flesh, raising bruises. She felt her leg hit against the edge of the couch. She lost her balance, sitting down suddenly, dragging him with her. For a moment there seemed to be the chance of breaking away. But he anticipated her before she could leap, capturing her again.
"Now, now, Lila!" he said, chiding. "Naughty, naughty. You know you want what Harry's got, so why fight it? It's fuck-time, baby, and this time kindly old boss Harry is going to make sure that secretary Lila gets her share."
"No!" She fought him. "Please-let me go!"
"Goddamn!" Now he was angry, forcing her down onto the couch, forcing her back against the lower cushions. "Dizzy bitch. Cum in your pants watching me fuck, but too goddamn iron-pants virginal to take my cock where you want it. Well, you can't shit me, Lila baby. You want cock? I'm going to give you all the cock you can handle!"
He was struggling with her clothes, fighting with her as he pulled at her blouse until at last it was slipping off her arms. Then his hands were battling the snaps of her bra, pulling that off too, until her tits suddenly bobbed free.
The fight seemed to go out of Lila. She sagged against the back of the couch, one arm covering her tits protectively as he reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt. She watched him as though someone else were there in her place, lifting her ass for him as he tugged at the skirt until it was sliding down her hips, exposing her completely to his leer.
"Goddamn!" He licked his lips. "You're a horny bitch, Lila! Shit, your cunt is so wet it looks like you're been fucking up a storm. Or maybe you have."
He stared at her suspiciously. "What the fuck do you do on your lunch hour, Lila? Fuck instead of eat? You'll have to tell me where the kiddies hide. I want my share of fun and games, too."
"Please," she said, but there was no life to her voice. She knew that he was going to fuck her, do whatever he wanted to her. But what difference did it make? She had been thoroughly violated, completely fucked, by Danny. What difference if a dozen men wanted to fuck her now? Her cunt was made to take cock, so why not spread her legs and enjoy what came naturally?
Except that Lila knew Danny was something special, the boy more than just another hot cock throbbing at the sight of a cunt. Maybe it was because she was his first woman, his first cunt. But whatever the reason, Lila knew that she felt something extra for Danny.
She hated Harry Martin.
She stared at him, trying to decide whether or not to tell him what she thought of him. He was stripping down now, slipping his expensive double-knits off his hips and his legs, revealing the imagine figured undershorts-silk, not just nylon, or she missed her guess. Harry's cock was standing out strong within his shorts, pushing against the gap in his fly. Suddenly the head of it popped through the opening, winking obscenely at her through the gap as his foreskin was worked back.
Unlike Danny, Harry undressed completely, removing both his shirt and undershirt. Even his socks were slipped off. The man standing before her was proud of his lithe body, the shape of his strong cock poking from the thick nest of dark brown hair, the same hair curling out around his nipples to spread across his chest and reach down from his belly button to his crotch. Even his shoulders were covered with hair.
Lila stared up at him, comparing his nakedness to Danny's part-clothed body. She still had not seen the boy's chest, but she doubted that there was an extra hair there. In every way the boy was the winner in the comparison, much better looking than the man.
Harry reached down to cup his balls in his hand, lifting his cock to point up at Lila.
"Suck me!" he demanded.
She shook her head. "No. I won't."
He stared at her, as though not wanting to believe what he was hearing. At first there was a grim expression on his face, as though he were used to being obeyed instantly. Then he chuckled, and placed his hands on his hips.
"You will suck me, Lila," he said, then. "Do you want to know why?"
"No." She shook her head. "I want to get out of here. I want you to leave me alone."
There was strength coming back into her voice. She felt fire stirring in her stomach-the fire of anger, not lust. She sat up straight, looking around the room as though hoping for an escape.
"You will," he said. Suddenly his hand lashed down, made as though to crack across her face, stopping just short of actually hitting her. "You will, Lila. Or else you will go out of here on a stretcher."
"You're mad!" She stared up at him, eyes widened with sudden horror. "You wouldn't dare!"
"I dare any fucking thing I want," he said. "It wouldn't be the first time a rapist got into the building and beat up one of the girls."
Suddenly Lila remembered stories she had heard just before coming to work here, about a girl being beaten so badly that she had gone to the hospital and then to a sanitarium. It had happened in these offices . . .
"You?"
He laughed. "None other. You won't tell, either. A hospital is better than a coffin. Now, will we do it the easy way, or the hard way?"
Lila stared at Harry, seeing him make a fist of his right hand, rubbing it with his left. His cock was bobbing now, a droplet of fluid at the tip. She stared at it, fascinated, trying to look away, but her attention caught like a fly in a spider's web.
"Come on, Lila. Get down on your knees like a good girl--Harry's getting impatient."
She moved forward, did as he said, dropping to her knees before him. She reached up to touch his cock with her right hand, then probed out with her tongue to lick away the droplet of fluid, wincing at the taste of the man. It was nothing at all like the taste of Danny, nothing at all like she had imagined during her fantasies. She wondered how Cassie had been able to suck him.
"Suck me, bitch!"
His hand reached for her, grabbed her head, fingers twining in her hair. He was pulling her against his cock now, and Lila opened her mouth to avoid being hurt further, closing her eyes as his cock head pushed against her teeth. She opened her mouth farther, straining, and accepted his cock within her mouth.
Harry's hands went to the back of her head, holding her lightly, his belly flexing before her. Lila stayed on her knees a moment, trying to adjust to his taste, and then he pressed his hands impatiently against the back of her head, fucking against her at the same time with his cock. She began to suck him then, able to take no more than half of his cock into her mouth, pulling out as far as she could, then plunging back down quickly.
"Suck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" he said, softly, almost a cry. "Suck meeeeeeeeeeeee!"
She did, sucking as hard as she could, her fingers going up to play with Harry's balls until at last she felt them working, knew that he was ready to explode, steeled herself for the blast of his cum against her throat.
"Oh, shiittttttttttttttttt!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, sweet fucking Jesusssssssssssss!"
Harry felt Lila's head against his crotch, forcing his cock back into her throat until she gagged, tried to break free. But he was too strong for her. He held her there, fucking her wildly, his knees banging against her tits as his ass worked against her face. She thought she would choke, knew that she was hurting for oxygen, but there was no let-up, no end to his wild pushing into her face, no end to his fat swollen cock that was pumping into her.
She was pushing back against his hips, as he held her head, but his cum was starting to rise up the tube of his cock, coming out in several short, fiery spurts of man-juice that coated the back of her mouth for an instant before the flood behind them shoved the first drops down her throat and into her stomach.
Lila was trying to break free, but it was useless; she could not escape the chains of his entwined fingers against the back of her head. Harry pumped his cum deep into her, fucking against her, pushing, pushing . . .
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus!"
He choked, his breath rasping, his ass still working in short strokes that were reflex to the message his muscles had sent to his brain, the demand his cock had made on the rest of his body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God! I came . . . "
He released her then, just in time, Lila nearly falling forward as she followed the suddenly-gone pressure of his hands. She reached out to catch his legs, to steady herself, gasping for breath, tears streaming from her eyes. For a moment she could do nothing but rest against Harry's hairy thighs, one hand touching the floor, eyes burning red. And then he was reaching down to touch himself, gently, pushing her away.
"Jesus!" he said, softly, awe-stricken, staring at the limp shape of his cock-still as large as when it had been down her throat, but completely without strength now. He worked the foreskin back and forth, a froth of his cum and Lila's spit working up over the head. He touched the hole with the tip of his finger, wincing.
"Jesus, Lila!" he said again. "That was too fucking far out. Way fucking far out! You suck cock like you were born for it!"
She remembered what Danny had said earlier, and thought of how she had satisfied other men over the years. Even Peter, who preferred nothing more than the feel of her hot twat clutching his cock, had admitted to liking the way she worked her lips around him. Maybe she did have a natural talent as a cocksucker.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Lila sat back on her heels, leaning against the couch for support as Harry moved back a pace and sat down on the piece of furniture. He leaned back with a satisfied grin as she found the strength to pull herself up to collapse near him. She stared at his cock, saw how it had wilted.
"May I go now?" she asked, bitter.
Harry opened his eyes, sighing again, and looked at Lila, letting his glance run over the shape of her body, the pendulous hang of her tits. Then he stared into her face, and repeated the travel tour of her features, letting his eyes study even closer the shape of her tits and the exposed mound of her cunt. He smiled, seemed pleased with what he saw.
"Not just yet, Lila baby."
He lifted his cock with his fingers, looked at her again, working the foreskin back until the head was completely exposed. Lila stared at it, fascinated even as she was repulsed. There was nothing about the man that seemed as beautiful as the same feature on Danny's body-and most particularly was the boy's cock the more attractive, able to arouse her desires almost instantly.
"Bend over and lick Peter a bit, Lila."
He held his cock toward her, Lila looking up at his use of the name, wondered if he was rubbing into her the fact that her boyfriend had walked out on her. But Harry didn't know Peter-the idea was silly.
"Come on!" he said, impatient. "Lick him clean, Lila. I don't want to see a drop of anything but your lip moisture on the head of my cock."
Perhaps she should try to escape from him. But even as the thought entered her mind, she was bending over him, dropping down across his thigh to let her tongue reach out of her mouth and make the first contact with his flesh. The taste wasn't so bad as she remembered. Her body had had time to adjust. She licked all around his cock, and then down to his balls, repeating the service there.
'That's good," he said, sighing. "That's very good, Lila baby. Maybe I'll make a new place for you to work-beneath my desk and between my legs. Hell, yes-I'll stick my cock in your mouth at nine o'clock in the morning and leave it there until lunch time. After lunch, I'll stick it back in again. That way, anytime I get the urge to feel a cock twitch, I'll just press my knees against your head, and you can start sucking me. Shit, I can get any of those big-boobed morons out of the secretarial pool to do your work-the cocksucking is what I'm gonna have you doing all the time from now on."
He laughed. She shuddered as his hand dropped across the back of her head again. But even though she was sucking against him, his cock was not standing up. He had been worked out for this session. At last he touched his fingers to her temples and pulled her up, staring into her eyes for a minute.
"You like that, don't you, Lila?"
She didn't answer. After a minute he grinned, letting her move around again to a comfortable sitting position. She stared at his wilted flower-and knew that this was yet another way in which Danny was far the superior. It had been more than an hour since Harry had fucked Cassie, but all he could manage was one explosion, and he was finished. How many times had the boy cum in the same period of time? Lila couldn't even begin to count them. And she was sure that Danny had even more marvelous juices building inside his testicles right now.
"Okay, Lila-you can go. For now. I guess my pecker's had about all the fucking it can stand for one afternoon. Tomorrow you won't get off so easy though, and that's a promise. You'll really have to start earning your paycheck when I get my strength back. Damn! I wish I hadn't screwed around with Cassie like that. I'd really like to plow it to you!"
Lila stood up then, not looking at him. Harry
Martin was really crazier than he looked if he thought for one minute that she was going to come back here for another sample of his loving kindness. This was the last day she worked in his place, no matter what happened to Danny and to herself. Maybe Harry had decided not to have her fired after all, after sampling her cocksucking, but there was nothing to stop her from quitting!
She gathered her clothes from where Harry had tossed them as he stripped her naked, and dressed quickly, conscious that he was watching every move she made. His eyes lingered on her cunt as she slipped into her bra, and then looked up as she fastened the snaps, watching her tits pulled back into their fabric prison. Then he was looking at her cunt again until she stepped into her skirt and pulled it up, fixing the zipper.
Even when she was dressed, however, she wasn't yet free of him. Harry came off the sofa suddenly, reaching out to Lila before she could move toward the door. He pulled her against his still-naked body, making her feel the shape of his still-hot cock against her thigh as he worked his groin against her front, sidled down her front to work his soft cock up her flesh until it was pressing against the slit. His hands ran up and down her back, played with her tits for a moment.
"Just a sample of what's waiting for you, Lila," he said, grinning.
He was kissing her then, his arms going right around her shoulders. She wanted to gag, to turn away from him and be sick, but for more than a minute he would not let her free. She was a prisoner in his arms. She felt the disgusting presence of his cock between her thighs as he bent her backward almost painfully, his lips bruising her mouth as his tongue drove in between her teeth. He held her so long that she knew he was trying to get another hard-on, having a reason to keep her there a while longer. He wanted to fuck her. . .
But his cock did not cooperate. His strength was less than the strength of one boy. At last he was forced to surrender, to release her.
"I like you, Lila," he said, letting her up at last. "I've been a fool, missing what was outside all along-but I won't be a fool any longer. From now on, baby, you can count on plenty of fucking. All the fucking you can take!"
Could she?
Suddenly Lila knew that she wanted just that a dependable supply of willing cock, always there when she wanted it, always hard enough to fill her cunt, to satisfy her sucking lips.
But it wasn't Harry Martin's cock that interested her. Nor even Peter's, although she had gone for that hard-on for almost the last year.
No, the one male she needed was Danny Atkins.. .
A boy, yes-so what? His cock wasn't a boy-cock. So far as Lila was concerned, Danny was the greatest thing to come along since God carved Adam out of a mound of dust, or whatever.
She wanted Danny.. .
But first she had to help him get free of this place, get away from the men looking for him!
She reached the door then, turning the knob. And was unable to go through without looking back. She stopped, turned toward Harry, saw that he was sitting naked on the couch again, grinning at her, completely sated. He watched her leave, closing the door at last.
Once into her own cubicle, Lila leaned against her desk for a moment, trying to gather strength. It seemed as though she was caught up in a hurricane of emotions, of wild physical passion. She felt more drained than she could remember ever having been before. She glanced at the typewriter, saw that the unfinished letter was still in it. Cassie hadn't even done that much while she was here.
The letter would never be finished now . . .
She moved out of her cubicle then, heading toward the lobby entrance to the offices, where the switchboard took up most of the back wall. A gray-haired woman was holding down the desk. She looked up as Lila came out-and then both turned as three of the elevators in the bank just beyond the double glass doors opened all at once, to disgorge a dozen policemen in uniforms.
One was a civilian, a large burly man. He pushed through the doors, three of his men close at his heels. Lila felt faint when she saw that they were armed with shotguns.
"Did you see a kid come in here?" the civilian demanded, roughly. He glanced at Lila, then looked back at the woman behind the desk. "About an hour ago."
She shrugged. "I dunno-people come in and out of here all the time. There must have been a hundred people go out to lunch in the last hour, or come back. How am I going to keep track of them?"
"A kid," he said again. "Not a man or a woman. Maybe sixteen, seventeen-long hair. Light brown or blond."
She shrugged again. "Can't prove it by me. I can't say yes, and I won't say no."
"We're going to have to come in and search for him," the cop said.
"I'll have to call the office manager."
"Okay-but hurry up about it."
"What did the boy do?" asked Lila, as the woman plugged into her switchboard.
"Do? Where you been for the last hour, lady? Don't you know what's going on downstairs?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Well, the kid helped rob the bank, that's all!" he said, sarcastically. He was maybe forty years old, with a heavy beard even though he had shaved that morning before coming to work. She decided instantly that she did not like him at all. He was scruffy, even though he wore a white shirt and a carefully knotted tie. She was willing to bet that take down his pants and there would be dirt in his belly button and around his balls.
"Was . . . anybody hurt?" she asked then.
"Just a cop shot dead!" he said, angry. "Goddamn cheap no good punks! We got two of them already, they'll never try another job like this and neither will the goddamn kid, once we get our hands on him! There won't be enough left of his ass to stuff up a woodpecker's asshole!"
The office manager came out then, an old maid type old man, prissily nervous and particularly upset to see the show of force. Lila took advantage of the cop's explaining the situation to slip back inside, moving quickly down the corridors until she was once more in the area of conference rooms. Once there, she knocked lightly at the door to Room C. For a moment she sucked on her lip, and then she felt the knob turn lightly under her hand.
"It's me, Danny! Let me in!"
The door opened then, and she slipped in, shutting it again quickly. The boy was obviously nervous, and as she looked toward the table to see that Cassie was still a prisoner, Lila couldn't resist the temptation to sweep Danny into her arms for a quick hug, delighting in the feel of his cock against her bare leg.
"What is it?" he demanded, anxiously, pushing her off. "Are the cops here?"
'They just came into the building," she said. "Danny-they say a cop was killed!"
"Oh, Jesus!"
The boy reached for a chair, slumped into it, dejected. 'That does it!" he said. "That really tears my ass-now they won't be happy until they have my blood!"
"Danny . . . they aren't sure what you look like." She repeated the description the cop had given. "Maybe there's still a chance to sneak you out-"
Cassie laughed, then. "You're crazy, Lila! Even if they don't know Danny's the one, they're gonna stop every kid who tries to walk out of here until they do find the right one!"
"She's right," the boy said. "Whatever happens, it's gonna happen right here!"
Lila looked at Cassie, walked over to stare down at the girl. Suddenly she reached for the knife, still where she had left it, and slashed the cords still holding her to the table. Cassie stared at her a moment, then sat up, rubbing the circulation back into her arms and hands.
"What did you do that for?" asked the boy.
"It'll be better if they don't find anybody tied up-if they do come in here," said Lila. "Cassie will be a good girl, won't you?"
"Sure!" The younger girl slipped off the table, wobbly for a moment as she tried to find her balance. "Shit, kid-I don't hold this against you. I guess I'd have done pretty much the same thing in your place. You're not such a bad kid-"
"I'm not a kid!" he thundered. "Do I have to shove my cock up your ass again to make you understand that?"
"Okay, okay!" Cassie held up her hands. "You're not a bad guy-for a guy your age. If I can help you out of this mess, I will."
She was staring at Danny's cock even as she spoke. Lila knew that Cassie had also fallen for the boy and his marvelous fucking prowess. What had it been like to have Danny's cock shoved up her ass? Her own asshole twitched as the thought crossed her mind, tightening in automatic defense. But Cassie had liked it.. .
"We don't have much time," Danny said then. "I gotta figure out what to do!"
Lila knew what she wanted to do. She closed her eyes, thinking of how great it would be to have Danny at home with her, in bed with her . . . Almost before she knew what she was doing, she was going to him, dropping to her knees before him, staring up at his face. Then she reached out to touch his cock, lifting it gently in her fingers.
"We don't have much time," she agreed. "Maybe things will come out okay, Danny. But just in case they don't, you may not get another chance to have a woman on your cock. Do you want me to suck you?"
He stared down at her, hands clasping the arms of the chair. "Yeah," he said, after a pause. "Suck me."
She took the shape of his soft cock into her mouth then, remembering how Harry's had been, knowing that there could never be disgust when she was doing this for Danny. Cassie watched, interested, unable to keep her hands away from her cunt as Lila sucked the boy's cock all of the way into her mouth. For a moment, he remained soft and then all of a sudden the blood rushed into his cock, filling it, hardening it, expanding the shaft within her lips until her mouth was completely filled, the head probing against the back of her throat. Danny's fingers touched her lightly, held gently to her head as Lila sucked onto him, sucked him completely within her throat.
But this was not enough. Her asshole and her cunt were both twitching, itching, working in anticipation of being filled with the boy's hot shaft. She sucked all the way down onto him for a moment, then pulled away, looking up into his eyes.
"Danny? Fuck me?"
"Sure," he said, grinning. "I may never have the chance again, just as you said. Why not go out with one last great fuck?"
Lila stood, moving toward the couch. She undid the zipper on her skirt, quickly stepping out of it, and sat on the edge until Danny got out of the chair and came over to her. Then, rather than dropping onto her back for him, she turned onto her stomach.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Do me like you did Cassie!" she said.
"In the ass?"
"Yes-fuck me, Danny! Hurry, please! Fuck me!"
She had not bothered to remove her blouse and bra, and now Danny mounted between her legs, his hands pushing up under her blouse to clutch at her sides. He lowered himself until the head of his cock was pushing against the cleft of her buttocks.
"Raise your ass!" he demanded. "I can't get my cock near your asshole."
She did as he wanted, pulling her knees slightly forward and spread as wide as she could. The boy touched his cockhead against her ass for a moment as he adjusted his own position, trying to get comfortable. The head of his cock was slick with her spit from the sucking, and needed no further lubrication as he presented himself against her asshole, pushing lightly against the brown ring. Lila tensed despite the fact that she wanted him there, remembering how Cassie had been hurt at first. But the later feeling was what she was seeking, what she needed. The boy was shoving against her now, and she forced herself to relax, forced herself to open completely to him.
But the cockhead seemed greater than ever, impossibly larger, a fist trying to shove through her virgin rectum. She winced against the pressure even though there wasn't any pain with it as yet, and concentrated on opening herself to the very widest, relaxing as much as she possibly could. She felt the heat emanating from the shaft of his cock as the boy shoved again.
Suddenly he was in her, within her, moving up the shaft of her ass, his cock pushing the soft material already there out of the way as it found its way through the clutching warmth. Danny was entering her easily, pushing steadily forward, and after the first brilliant stab of fire, the pain was not as bad as she had expected. Suddenly she felt the shape of his balls hanging against the bottom of her cunt slit, and she knew that he was completely within her.
Danny paused then, breathing heavily, bending over her back so that his chin touched her shoulder blades, his breath hissed against her skin. His hands touched her brassiere-bound tits, then moved back down again, to where they could feel the woman flesh as the boy wiggled his ass a time or two, testing his seating in her.
He began to fuck then, slowly, steadily, pulling back until only the head of his cock was held within her, then dropping forward beneath his own weight until the hairs around his cock shoved into the soft flesh of her buttocks. After the first pain Lila began to breathe easier, filled with the marvelous moving tube of boy-cock, knowing now why Cassie had seemed transported with joy.
"Fuck me, Danny!" she cried. "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Ah, shiiiiittttttttt!"
Danny was working himself with all of his strength now, moving in and out of Lila's ass, filling her to the point where it seemed that the plug in her ass must explode, fill her whole inside with bits and pieces of the boy's cock. Then, at the last possible instant, he withdrew, easing the pressure, dropping down from her ass until there was nothing but the delicious electric sensation of his cock head sliding across the inside of her shit tube, the pure pleasure of the anal fucking carrying her all the way to Heaven.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" Lila moaned, holding tight to the couch as Danny filled her and filled her with his never-diminishing cock, transporting into the realm of pure pleasure where the body was forgotten, pain was forgotten, there was nothing left but his wonderful fucking motion. Her asshole worked against him, clutching at his cock-tube as it rode in and out of her.
Her stomach was tied into a knot at the sheer pleasure of the feeling that he plowed into her, but now Lila saw that Cassie had come over to them, was sitting down by her head, watching the boy's movements. Cassie's fingers were dropping into her own crotch, and now Lila reached up, holding the younger girl's leg, moving her fingers against the shape of Cassie's cunt. She found the rounded lips of the outer entrance, pressed against it, slipped her middle finger into the opening, the younger girl leaned back against the sofa and arched her back to bring her cunt into greater prominence. Lila was gasping now against Danny's fucking, and Cassie was gasping as Lila found her clit, rubbed it, massaged it.
Suddenly the girl was bringing her leg up over Lila's head, stretching out on the couch above her so that Lila was between her legs, Cassie's cunt only inches from her face. Lila looked up, brought her hands up to Cassie's hips, dragging the girl down to where she could press her lips against that beautiful gaping sucking opening. Cassie sighed, then, wriggling her ass down a bit farther until Lila was able to seal her mouth to the girl's cunt.
"Yessssssssss, Lila!" she cried. "Suck me, baby! Suck meeeeeeeee!"
Her lips were talented? Very well-Lila would use them to the best of her ability. Loving what Danny was doing to her rear entrance, she serviced Cassie with all of the strength of her mouth, sucking hard against the girl's twat, trying to suck her cunt walls inside out. She captured the tiny clit, chewing on it for a moment as the girl humped up against her, grinding her hips against Lila's face. Then she took pity, and sent her tongue driving up the soft convolutions of Cassie's cunt, releasing the clit but turning it to a fiery beacon as the rough surface of her tongue rubbed across it.
Cassie ground her hips against Lila's mouth, against her sucking lips, as the boy did his best to shove his cock all the way through her, up her intestines and into her gullet and that way out of her mouth. She felt his cock filling her insides completely, moving across her organs, shoving up through her central cavity to make her lungs ache with the effort of drawing breath through her nostrils as she sucked against Cassie, making her heart pound heavily as the cockhead beat against the wall of flesh surrounding it. He was fucking through her then, trying to shove his cock completely out of her mouth and into Cassie's cunt, trying to fuck the both of them at the one and the same wonderful time.
Lila's hands dug into Cassie's hips, trying to swallow the soft cunt walls of the girl completely as Danny's cock throbbed with the first explosion of his seed, his ejaculation rising through his cock to paint the inside of her asshole white. At the same moment Cassie was flooding her mouth, the girl's spending showering out of the tube of her cunt to almost overpower her, Lila drinking greedily of the juices, loving every bit of strange taste, strange alcohol, drinking all of the girl that she could, tongue chasing those droplets that tried to escape around her lips, outside her mouth.
Lila could only moan, mouth and ass both full of the others' sex, the others' spending, their cum flowing into her to fill her completely.
And then they were collapsing together, suddenly, all three of them exhausted, drained of life force. The boy dropped heavily across Lila's back, his face knocking against her shoulder and startling her so that her mouth slipped from Cassie's cunt. The younger girl twitched, then pulled away, her hands dropping to her cunt to feel where Lila had attacked her. Lila's face touched the surface of the couch, conscious that it was wet with Cassie's juices that had escaped her lips-conscious now that she had cum herself in that same instant, soaking another cushion with her own life forces and power.
"Oh, God!" Danny swallowed. "Christ! Too much, too fuckin' much . . . "
The boy's eyes closed, and he would have drifted into exhausted sleep-but at that instant they heard voices in the corridor outside, heard the pounding of fists against other closed doors.
"The cops!"
The boy was out of her ass quickly, moving to his jacket to bring out his pistol. Lila pushed herself up from the couch, forcing herself erect, reaching for her skirt and slipping into it.
"Get up, Cassie!" she hissed.
The younger girl moaned, but did as she said, sitting up completely naked. She saw that Lila had dressed again, and reached for her own clothes but there was nothing left of them. Danny had destroyed them completely. She looked at Lila again.
"What am I going to do?" she asked.
Lila shook her head impatiently, holding up her hand to keep the other girl silent. She heard the voices talking-and now the knock was coming at this door as well.
"Quick!" she said, scooping up Cassie's clothing and shoving it into her hands. Danny was grabbing for his own pants and shoes, picking up the jacket. "Behind the partition!"
They hurried to do as she said, and she approached the door as the pounding began again, heavier this time.
"All right!" she called. "Don't be so impatient!"
She stalled until Danny and Cassie were out of sight, checking her own clothing again. Probably she looked a mess-but there was nothing she could do about it now. She touched the doorknob, held it while she took a deep breath, then opened it far enough to peer out at the cop who was standing there.
"I gotta come in, lady," he said, lowering his fist from the act of knocking.
"Oh?" She stared at him. "Why?"
"We're looking for a kid, about sixteen or so-long hair. He's hiding some place in this building."
"What makes you think he's in here?"
"We don't know," the cop said, patiently. "We're searching the building for him. He could be any place. Now will you let me in?"
'There's no one here," Lila said, firmly. "I haven't seen any boy."
"We still gotta look," the cop said, growing impatient now. "Come on, stand aside."
"What's the trouble there, Calihan?"
It was the burly civilian, who seemed to be in charge of the operation.
'This woman says she ain't seen the kid, Lieutenant, but she don't want to let me in."
The other man came over, staring at Lila. Her nose wrinkled, smelling stale cigar smoke and stale sweat. She remembered her earlier notion that he was a pig, probably dirty.
"What's the problem, sister? Why don't you want to let the nice man come in?"
'There's no boy here," she said firmly. "There's no need for him to come in."
"Yeah?" He looked over her shoulder. "It's a conference room-what are you trying to hide?" Suddenly he sniffed, and grinned. "Shit, hiding a boyfriend? We don't give a fuck what fucking you do on company time, sister. We just gotta look for the kid. Now stand aside like a nice broad and let my men do their job."
The cop started to push forward, and Lila held onto the edge of the door for a minute. Suddenly the cop stopped, stiffened, bringing up his shotgun.
"Lieutenant!"
The burly man had started to turn away, but now he came back-his mouth opening wide as he looked behind Lila, to see Danny there, holding the pistol against Cassie's side.
"Goddamn it, hold it right there!" the boy cried. "Or else!"
He didn't say or else what, but the policemen got the idea.
"Hold on, kid." The lieutenant held up his hands. "Your ass is in a sling as it is-now you're making it worse. Now it's kidnapping, too. Put down the gun like a good kid, and come on out.. . "
"I ain't no goddamn kid!" shouted Danny, furious. "I'm a man, damn you! A fuckin' man!"
"Sure, sure. Come on-pal. Whatever you say. Put the gun down and come on out."
Lila had moved aside as the boy came out, and now she saw that while Cassie was worried, it was not because Danny was holding the gun against her. Obviously it was a set-up, not a real hostage situation at all. The boy had changed since he first captured Lila, tied her to the table. Now he knew that the women were his friends-whether it was the power of his cock or whatever made no difference. They were on his side, and wanted to help him.
"Shit!" The lieutenant started to move toward the door, than thought better of it, stopping when Danny made a threatening motion.
"Close the door!" the boy cried.
Lila hurried to do as he said, locking it quickly, and coming over to Danny's side. The pistol hung limp in his hand now, and he released Cassie; but she didn't move more than a few inches away from him.
"Now what are we going to do?" the younger girl asked, looking first at Lila, and then at Danny.
"I don't know," the boy said. "Goddamn it, I don't know! But I'm not just gonna walk out there and give myself up-my ass will be bleedin' before I get out of the building. They want to kill me!"
"I think you're exaggerating," Lila said, then. "Danny, I'm going to go out and talk to them, find out exactly what they do want. Maybe we can work out a deal."
Before the boy could object she was at the door again, unlocking it and opening it. She stepped out quickly, and was immediately surrounded by the cops. But before they could make a move to the door Danny had rushed over to lock it again.
The lieutenant had disappeared, but now he stuck his head out of the next conference room to see what was the commotion. He stared at Lila a moment, then jerked his thumb into the room. One of the cops grabbed her arm, hurrying her into the other room. The lieutenant stared at her a moment, an unlit cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and then signalled the uniformed men to leave them alone. They moved out quickly, used to obeying his orders.
"Well," he said, when the door closed. "Why did the kid let you go?"
"He still has another girl," said Lila.
"Yeah. Anybody else in there?"
"No, just the two of them."
"Yeah . . . so the goddamn kid is the one you were fucking, bitch!"
He grabbed her then, by both arms, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh and throwing her back against the table that dominated the room.
"Goddamn whore! What the fuck did the kid promise you? Another six inches of his cock?"
"He has more than six inches," she said, wincing, trying to turn away. But the man wasn't about to let her go. "I don't know about you-"
His hand cracked across her face, the slap sounding like a shot in the room. Sweat beaded out on the Lieutenant's forehead as he stared at her, his hand still raised, holding her now only by the other. Lila was sure that he was going to hit her again. But suddenly he shoved her into a chair, making her lose balance. She cracked one elbow against the tabletop as she sat down, painfully.
"So you did fuck him, you goddamn tramp!"
He pulled the cigar from his mouth, saw that he had almost bit through it. He threw it away from him, without watching to see where it landed.
"Okay, what does the kid want?"
"A chance," said Lila. "That's all any of us want, isn't it?"
"A chance," He laughed, a harsh bitter sound. "A goddamn cop is dead, and the kid wants a chance! To do what-shoot some more cops?"
"He had nothing to do with the shooting-he didn't even have a gun until the other boy ran out to him."
"Yeah? You seem to know an awful lot about this kid, lady. How did you get so intimate with him?"
She wouldn't tell him that Danny had held her hostage at first. And he already knew that the boy had fucked her. But she wouldn't admit to anything.
"Danny's only fourteen," she said, then. "Think of his age, Lieutenant."
"Fourteen, eh? Big enough to carry a gun. And big enough to throw his cock into a cunt. Or do you really do it only with little boys? Maybe you're one of those goddamn queer perverts, what do they call them? Yeah, pederasts. Maybe you like little boy peckers best."
He stared at her, waiting to see how she would respond to his taunts. But Lila kept her silence now, knowing that anything she said could only make matters worse. Suddenly he was reaching for her, pulling her up.
"What's it like, lady?" he demanded. "Is a little boy cock the best way to fuck? Maybe you don't like having your pussy stretched by a man-sized piece of meat. And maybe you just never had a real man! Well, that's something we can change right now!"
His hand was grabbing for her cunt then, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh. Lila winced, trying to pull away from him. He laughed. He brought his hand up, sniffed at the cunt smell.
"Oh, yeah, you been fucking, all right. Shit, you're so goddamn slippery you must have been taking on a horse! How about it, lady. Willing to take on a real man?"
She shuddered, shaking her head. But he was kicking off his shoes, undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper. His jockey shorts were heavy with the shape of his cock, black cock hair poking out around the leg bands, and she was satisfied to see that his underwear showed signs of several days wearing. His raunchy odor was suddenly strong, filling the room.
He slipped his shorts down then, and she saw that his cock was fat, massive, almost twice as thick as Danny's. But it was no longer than the boy's, and perhaps not quite as long.
"Now that's a man's cock," he said, grinning. He lifted the limp tube of his prick, hefted his hairy balls. "No kid has meat like that, have they?" .
He pushed his ass toward her then, humping into the air a time or two, and Lila knew that he intended fully to fuck her, to shove that filthy disgusting cock right up her cunt. She didn't want any part of him, wanted only to get out of here, back to Danny.
"Please!" she said, forehead knotting and fists clenching. "Please, don't!"
"What's the matter? My cock isn't good enough for you? You fucked the kid, didn't you? Maybe if you fuck me real nice, I'll take it easy on the brat, let him keep his ass in one piece."
She looked into his eyes, and did not like what she saw there. But what else could she do? She knew that Danny had no chance at all-unless she cooperated with him, did what he wanted, no matter how disgusting. "Please . . . "
Lila moaned, but the man saw that she was surrendering, knew that she would do whatever he demanded. He stepped toward her now, his limp cock showing the first signs of lifting, standing out toward her.
"Maybe if you do a real good job for me, sister, I'll let you take care of some of my men, too. Cops get horny, too. And we are men, not punks!"
He reached for her again, his arms gathering her in, his fingers working the buttons of her blouse. Lila closed her eyes as he undressed her, until she knew that she was naked before him. Still she did not open them, as he studied her carefully, reached down with his fingers to touch her slit, spreading her cunt opening wide.
He was gathering her into his arms then, his face pressing against her neck, nuzzling. She felt the stubble of his heavy beard rasp across her face, hurting her, and then his fat lips were chewing against her neck, moving up until his teeth could bite against the lobe of her ear. He was kissing her then, pressing that foul cigar-stinking mouth against hers, his tongue pushing between her lips and her teeth and filling her.
But his cock was moving too, working between her legs, the fat sausage-shape stiffening at last and moving up against her legs until it touched the bottom of her cunt, wetting there with the juices left from her fucking of Danny. He dropped his ass a few inches until his cock could probe up, straight against her cunt-and suddenly he straightened, impaling Lila on his meat.
"Ohhhhhhhh, God!"
"Yeah, baby!" he mouthed against her ear. "Scream a little-I like it when they scream! Nobody will do a goddamn thing about it, either, and you know why? Because I'm the goddamn boss! Yeah, I'm the boss of this whole goddamn shebang, and I'm about to do me some fucking first class style!"
There was no sofa in the room, but he was pushing her down against the floor, taking her there on the fuck rug, his fat cock spreading her cunt wide until her muscles protested against the aching penetration. He moved in on Danny's slick, filling her cunt with the shape of his cock, until it seemed that he was trying to tear apart the lining between cunt and asshole, and still he wasn't all the way in. Never had she seen so fat a cock, never had she been so stretched, so vulnerable, as his weight crushed her tits against the fuck rug, his mouth kissing her sloppily, his hands wrapped around her neck.
"Cocksucking bitch!" he said. "You do suck cock, don't you, bitch? I can see it in your face, your eyes-you sucked the goddamn kid, didn't you?"
"Yes!" she cried as he tightened his hold about her neck, squeezing the breath from her. Her answer satisfied him, and he let up the pressure.
Now he began to fuck into her, filling her with that terrible stretching shape, the pain almost too much to bear. She wanted to cry out, but she swallowed the sound, bit down on her lip, concentrated on staying with him, trying to make it easier for herself, make it bearable.
And now she was beginning to respond, knowing that her cunt was answering to his fucking and hating herself for it. But her body cared nothing for her emotions, her wishes, knew only that a huge cock was filling her It was answering back, moving against him now, accepting the fucking, her cunt muscles automatically tightening about the lieutenant's cock, milking him, drawing him toward the climax of the act. He grunted, delighting in the sudden response for the girl, and increased his pace.
"Oh, shit!" he cried. "Goddamn, I'm cumming! Keep it up, you fuckin' bitch! Keep it up, goddamn your ass! Do it! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!"
And even as he exploded into her, Lila knew that her cunt was answering, her body working back, her own seed pouring out in answer, spilling out around the shape of his terrible wonderful cock . . .
CHAPTER TEN
The lieutenant grunted as his cock pumped against Lila, filling her with the last seed from his balls, his odor suddenly stronger than ever now that he was adding the stench of his cum. Her stomach wrinkled, all deisre fading from her body as his fucking motions stopped, and she turned away from his face, trying not to be sick. She didn't know which was the worst-the stink of his body, or the smell of old cigars.
But she knew that she could not give in to the needs of her stomach, that she must pretend to accept him. His cock stopped working now, held within her for another moment-and then he was pulling out.
He stood, knees creaking with his age, and straddled Lila for a moment, holding onto his cock and shaking it so that the last droplets of his cum and her juices flew off, fell onto her body. At last he was picking up his underwear and his trousers, dressing himself. She started to get up-and then his foot shot out, pushing her back down.
"Hold it right there, honey. You ain't finished."
Oh, no-he was going to live up to his threat, let some of the others come in as well!
The lieutenant opened the conference room door just far enough to signal to one of the men outside. He came in quickly, and saw Lila lying on the floor. He was younger than the lieutenant, and more attractive. But there was the same coarseness about his features, the same way of carrying himself that showed that he was little more than an animal.
He grinned now, and looked at his superior. "Fun time, Lieutenant?"
"Yeah-but make it quick. I owe you this one for that whore you held for me last week."
The cop was placing his shotgun on the table, opening his pants and dropping them to his knees. Lila saw that his underwear at least was clean, and that there was no smell as he lowered himself between her legs, falling heavily across her body. His cock was long and lean, no more than an inch wide, but at least eight inches long. The head was glistening, a bright red as he held himself over her.
Suddenly he was moving up her length, his hands grabbing her head, pulling her up so that she was forced to accept the spear-shaped head of his cock between her lips. He pushed into her, all the way, his cock easily sliding across her tongue and down into her throat as his weight pushed her back down flat. His balls were bouncing off her lips as he raised himself up and dropped down again a couple of times.
Now he was fucking her, his pants tangled about his ankles and bouncing against her belly as his ass rose and fell against her face. His balls were loose, not tight at all, even though he was completely hard. She wanted to reach up, to push him away even though his taste was at least bearable; but she forced herself to do nothing more than lay there, accept him, until very soon she felt his balls tightening across her chin, rising up now as they began the task of unloading his cum into her mouth.
"Yeahhhhhhhh!" he said, happily, bouncing up and down on her face as he fucked into her mouth. "Yeah, suck me, honey! Suck me!"
Lila had no choice. She could not escape. She accepted his load, not even tasting it when he finally bottomed out in her throat, holding himself down as he felt his cum spew out and into her. His ass quivered against her chin as he pumped up and down, not withdrawing at all, just working his cock within her by the force of his ass muscles.
"Yeahhhhhhhhh!" he cried again, and suddenly pulled out, his wet cock bobbing in the air over her. Lila thought that she was free of him-and then he was scooting back down between her legs, throwing his cock into her cunt as eagerly as he had fucked into her mouth, his strength not diminished a bit by the force of his cumming. He fucked her in the cunt as quickly as he had fucked her in the mouth. But now with the first load out and done with it, he was settled for a time, ready to stay with her.
"Oh, Jesussssssss!" he cried, still happy. "Yeah, baby, yeahhhhhh! Fuck on, fuck meeeee!"
The lieutenant watched him, sour, watched as the cop rose up and fell down over Lila, filling her cunt with his cock, his uniform wrinkling with the effort of fucking her, until at last the older man could stand it no longer. He turned away, chewing on another cigar, as Lila concentrated on tightening her cunt about the skinny shaft of the cop's cock, trying to bring him quickly to another ejaculation.
"Oh, yeah, baby! That's good, that's real good!"
He chuckled as she milked against his cock, his thumbs squeezing against the underside of her tits, redoubling the force of his ass strokes. It seemed to Lila that he had been on top of her forever, and still he was showing no signs of cuming, his loins and his testicles sending no messages that his climax was at hand. He stabbed into her, filling her, the slender spear of his cockhead battering there and slipping beyond that barrier. But her cunt was not filled with cock the way the lieutenant had filled her, or even the way Danny had filled her-the good way, the best way, the wonderful way.
She was gasping for breath, clutching his back, doing everything she could to urge his balls into spilling their second load. Almost before she knew what was happening, the load was cumming, his fucking never stopping until the last of his cream was in her and soaking around his cock. She felt flooded, far more than when the thicker cocks had been in her twat, and at last he was stopping, dropping his weight onto her for a minute, shoving his belly down against hers even as he was holding his upper arms stiff against the floor.
"Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!" he cried once more.
"Shit, ain't you done?"
But the lieutenant saw that he was finished, standing now and pulling up his pants. Lila looked up as his cock bobbed above his shorts, and then disappeared inside, but still sticking out strong against the thin cotton. Then he was pulling up his trousers and fastening them, and at last his cock was gone.
"Oh, yeah, Lieutenant!" he said, happily. "She's a good one! Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah."
The lieutenant waved with his cigar toward the door, and he went out then, shutting it carefully behind him. Lila stared up at the man, until at last he laughed.
"Yeah, you can get up now, bitch. For the moment. I may drop you again, if I don't like the way you're talking. Get your goddamn clothes on!"
He rubbed his chin as she dressed, watching every motion. When at last she was finished, presentable, he shrugged.
"Okay, lady-you seem to have the hots for that kid. You want to see his wonderful little boy pecker kept in one piece, you get your ass in there and tell him to come out and no more bullshit! Otherwise I will personally go in there and shoot his goddamn balls off!"
"I can't!" she said, shaking her head. "He won't come out!"
"He's not very smart then. But it's his funeral."
"Please, Lieutenant-he's only a boy!"
"Shit! I've been hearing that shit for years, about how goddamn disadvantaged the little pricks are when they go around ripping off gas stations and raping old ladies. Well, fuck it! I ain't listenin' no more! A kid gets his ass in trouble, it's his look out how he gets out again. Now are you gonna tell him what I said or not?"
"What . . . " She bit her lip. "If he comes out, what will you do to him?"
"That depends on how he comes out-peaceful, or wise ass. He wants to go out with the shit flying, that's entirely up to him. My boys don't like cop killers, and right now they're ready to shoot him down where he stands if he so much as says shit."
"What about the girl he's holding?"
"Who you tryin' to shit?" He snorted. "I saw the way her pussy was puckering-he's been fuckin' both of you! Don't try to pull a fast one, lady. The kid's ass has had it. Now I'm gonna give you a fat five minutes to get in there and bring him out again-or else we come in after him. And if you're in the way when we come in, that's just tough shit!"
He grabbed her arm then, pushing her toward the door-but before they even reached it, it opened, a cop standing aside to let in a tall young man.
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded the lieutenant. "Peter!" cried Lila. "Lila! Are you all right?"
"Yes!" She rushed to him, his arms going around her, holding her tight. "Oh, God, Peter!"
"You didn't answer my question, mister," said the lieutenant. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I came over as soon as I heard that an armed gunman was holding hostages in these offices," he said. 'This is my girl."
"Yeah?"
The lieutenant seemed suddenly uncomfortable as his glance shifted to Lila-and then he relaxed when he saw that she had no intention of telling what had happened. She guessed that he thought she was too embarrassed, but it made no difference what he thought now.
"I'm Peter Mason," he said, now. "I'm with Upshaft, the ghetto agency."
"Oh, shit!" The lieutenant pulled his cigar out of his mouth again, disgusted. "One of those goddamn holy joe lawyers!"
"I'm a lawyer, yes. What of it?"
"I suppose you come here to save that goddamn kid's ass."
"I came here because my girl was here, Lieutenant. I don't know this kid, or anything beyond what I heard on the radio bulletins. But if he needs a lawyer, then I just might be able to do something. You don't like the idea of kids and disadvantaged people having lawyers when they come up against the law?"
"Mister, all I know is that one of my men is in the fucking morgue! There's your goddamn 'disadvantage'! "
"Peter?"
"Yes, honey?" He looked at her again.
"Danny had nothing to do with the shooting."
"Do you know him?"
"I didn't-before this happened. But, yes, I know him now."
"I see. Can you get in to talk with him, Lila."
"Yes. I'm the only one he'll let in."
"Okay, honey. Tell him that the Lone Ranger has arrived, convince him to let me in, too."
"Peter . . . "
She glanced toward the lieutenant, and Peter saw that she did not want to talk in front of him. He pulled her away, to the corner of the room, the cop turning his back to show what he thought of them.
"What is it, honey?"
"Why did you walk out on me last week?"
He was embarrassed now. "Lila, you know I like you. I guess maybe I even love you-we certainly have a good sex life. But.. . you've been crowding me. We're both young yet-I don't want to be put into a box."
She laughed. "Is that it? Is that all?"
"It's enough, isn't it?"
"But I wasn't crowding you, Peter! Sure, marriage would be nice . . . some day. But I'm not ready yet."
He stared into her eyes, and then his arms went around her again, holding her tight, and she felt his cock rising against her crotch. It pushed out against her, lifting her skirt, burning even through their clothing to fire her cunt again, make her realize that despite everything that had happened to her today, there was still time enough for more fucking, her capacity was not yet exhausted.
"Oh, Christ!" he said, nuzzling her hair. "I guess I was a fool, Lila. Will you forgive me?"
"You know I will-if you promise to make it up to me tonight."
Her hand dropped to the front of his pants, squeezing his cock, and he held her tightly again.
"Sure I will. Anything you want me to do, honey!"
"Just give me all the fucking I need, Peter...that's all I ask."
They broke then, and she looked once more toward the lieutenant, debating telling Peter what the man had done to her. But if she did that, then she would have to tell him everything about this day-about Danny, and Harry Martin, as well. Maybe they were going to pick up again where they had left off last week, but she knew better than to spill everything. A girl had to keep some secrets . . .
Besides, as much as she knew she loved Peter, how could she tell him that she loved another . . . Danny . . . just as much, if not more?
No, better to keep silent.
"I'm going to the boy now," she said, looking at the lieutenant again. He shrugged.
"Whatever. Just get his ass out of there."
She went out into the hall then, paused before the conference room to knock lightly. The boy's muffled voice answered.
"Yeah?"
"It's Lila, Danny. It's okay-let me in."
The door clicked, and opened far enough to let her slip in. She looked toward Cassie, saw that the younger girl had found a models' outfit behind the partition. The pants suit was not big enough for her, her tits straining to escape from the fabric, but at least she was decent to the outside world.
"Well?" the boy demanded.
"They want you to come out."
"Yeah!" He laughed, bitterly. "Sure they do."
She stared at him, and then began to tell him about Peter. The boy listened intently, then held up his hand.
"He's your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
His hand dropped self-consciously to his pants, touched the outline of his cock. "Did you . . . tell him what we did this afternoon?"
"Do you want me to tell him that?"
"Shit, no!" he exploded. He looked at Cassie. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you-either of you. I guess I was a damn fool, carrying on that way. I am sorry."
"Well, I'm not sorry!" cried Cassie. She looked defiantly at Lila. "Look, I know what it is to be on the bottom side of the shit pile, Danny, have the world use you as a toilet. So maybe you got carried away a bit-I don't care."
"Neither do I," said Lila, softly. "Danny, before I call Peter in, do you think maybe you've got the juice for one more session left in you? It may be the last one for quite awhile, so it will have to hold you."
The boy grinned, touched his pants again, looked at both of them. "Yeah, I can go again-but I don't know if I can go twice. We don't have that much time."
"Lie down on the couch," said Lila, firmly. "Get your pants off first, silly!" The boy unzipped, and let her pull his pants down over his ankles, arranging himself flat on the couch as she instructed. His cock was flat against his belly, but now she climbed up over him, pulling her skirt up about her waist, centering herself over his cock. The boy saw what she wanted to do and reached down to hold his cock up straight, positioning it at the entrance to her cunt.
"Aggghhhhhhh!" she cried, dropping her weight onto him and feeling his cock pole slide all the way up into her cunt. He seemed to be even farther into her than when fucking her himself.
"Oh, God! Oh, it feels so wonderful!"
Her eyes had closed, but now she opened them again, and saw that Cassie was staring jealously at them. She smiled at the younger girl.
"Danny's lips are still free," she said.
Cassie stared, then looked at the boy-and Danny grinned, running his tongue around his lips and smacking them eagerly.
"Yeah, come on, Cassie-climb up and let me suck out your pussy!"
It only took the girl a few seconds to slip out of her pants and climb over the boy's face. Even within the tight restraint of her jacket, her tits were bobbing up and down as her stomach muscles tightened and eased. Danny reached up to pull her into better position over his face, until she was settled down over his mouth, even his nose pressed into the fragrant soft flower of her cunt opening. The boy's tongue darted out to run around the exposed area of her pussy, and then shoved as far into her as he could reach, Danny holding onto her ass. Cassie groaned with delight as the fire shot through her body again.
Lila was going to work on his other end-his best end. The boy's cock filled her completely, but she rose off him until only the head of his cock was in her, holding there until she felt the boy's cock muscles twitching in the need to be surrounded by her cunt. She dropped down on him, suddenly, reaching forward to support herself on Cassie's thighs as she fucked against Danny, riding the boy. Her own tits were heaving heavily, making her wish that she had removed her blouse and brassiere again, and now Danny reached up with one hand to touch her there, hold her there, playing with her tit even as his other hand was grasping Cassie's ass.
The boy's fingers were trailing through the cleft of the younger woman's buttocks now as she strained down against him, trying to open her cunt to its very widest so that his magical tongue could reach inside her, clean her of every drop of cunt juice. Danny was driving her wild with desire as she responded to him, and now she reached up to unbutton the jacket of her pants suit, so that her tits could bounce free. Both women were pressing forward, so that now Cassie's tits were almost flying up into Lila's face. Suddenly Lila reached out to grab one of them, bringing it up so that she could pull the nipple into her mouth, sucking down on it even as she fucked across Danny's body.
"Oh, Christ!" she cried as the tit slipped free and she had to capture it again. Then she was gurgling around the wonderful shape of Cassie's breast, feeling Danny's ass rising now against her, the boy humping up even as she was driving down, meeting her more than halfway as he filled her with his marvelous cock. There was cock in her cunt and tit in her mouth, which was almost enough-the only thing missing was to have Danny's cock in her ass and her cunt at the very same wonderful time.
Her cunt was grabbing tight hold of the boy's cock each time that she rode down on horn, milking him, trying to squeeze the boy's shape into permanent adhesion to the walls of her twat. Danny was in delirious transport, feeling the wonderful sensation of cunt about his cock and cunt pushing down into his face at the very same time. He was wishing that he had more hands, four hands, so that he could play with both of Lila's tits even as he rubbed across Cassie's ass.
Now the boy was working his finger into the shape of Cassie's asshole, penetrating suddenly and making her gasp. But she relaxed quickly, pushing down on him until his finger was completely within her and fucking her, squeezing against the boy even as Lila was squeezing with her other muscle against his cock. The two of them rode over him then, Danny their captive now just as earlier they had been his prisoners, his playthings. They could do anything they wanted to him, knew that they were in complete control as they rode on, fucking him, feeling him sucking out Cassie's guts as his tongue worked madly inside her cunt.
"Oh, God!" cried Cassie as Danny suddenly worked a second finger into her asshole. "Jesussss-sssssssss!"
"Oh, fuck!" cried Lila. "I'm fucking my baby! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The boy did his best to satisfy both of them, pushing up with his cock and his tongue at the same time. He knew that his ass was in for trouble, that steel bars were waiting for him-but it would be worth it, having had this wonderful fucking session to carry in his memories. Maybe he would have to satisfy himself with jerking off again, or with quick blowjobs from other kids, queer counselors-but at least once he knew what it was to be fucked, to fuck a willing wide open cunt.
And as Lila drew Danny at last to his climax, she knew that Peter was not going to be enough for her from now on. She'd accept him, use his cock-but she'd be thinking of Danny, until the time that the boy was at last freed. She'd go to him then, bring him into her house, if necessary, support him...anything, just to keep this wonderful cock pushing into her pussy.
"I'm cumminnnnnngggggggg!" she cried then, and at the same instant Cassie stiffened, and together the two women flooded the boy with their cum, their seed, their love.
