Roger's apartment was on the second floor in the back where his living room window overlooked a small rose garden in the middle of the concrete stone maze of apartment buildings and garages. It was the only apartment with such a view, blessed in its solitudinous location and free of traffic noise. Best of all, it had an exceptionally large living room, good for entertaining and business combined.
Tonight, though, he didn't need the rose garden. Tonight was that certain lucky moment every man dreams of but seldom finds. Christ, what a girl, what a hell of a woman!
"Mmmmm… that's nice, honey, nice and deep," came the hoarse whisper through the darkness. Sandy's levis, blouse and underclothes were strewn haphazardly on the floor beside the couch, and her long trim legs were cocked back at a forty-five degree angle, flattened back hard against her chest, smashing the firmly swelling mounds of her young breasts beneath her own thighs.
Roger was half on his knees and half arched off the sofa, supported on his feet and palms, his long pulsating hard cock buried deep in the dark-haired girl's belly, stretching apart the warm hungry lips of her cunt as he flexed the head of his huge fleshy length far up in her womb.
"Oh, yes, yes," she moaned, "God, you feel so good inside of me!"
He smiled a little to himself and tightened his loins, jerking the heatedly bulging head of his cock deep up inside the hot moistness of her cunt, bringing a grateful moan to her ovalled lips. He flexed the rigidly throbbing thickness again and the young girl gasped in pleasure as the enormous instrument probed the previously untried depths of her cuntal passage, far up inside her belly. Other shrill cries escaped her lips as the powerful landlord began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis and her hotly seeping cuntal cavern gradually became accustomed to this thick invading prick stretching her to the limit. He pushed his pelvis tight against her upturned, wetly-glistening pussy and ground his cock deeply into her, expanding the still-quivering walls until her moistly warm pussy fit his massive cock as though it had been a custom-made glove.
Roger reached past the nakedly writhing body of the black haired girl and yanked at the cords of the draperies, pulling them further apart so that the room was bathed in a fine glow of moonlight over the rose garden that outlined each one of the warm, smoothly gleaming curves. The naked girl's translucent skin glowed like an ivory statue of a Goddess and her softly fleshed breasts were two alabaster mounds, capped with a little brown nipples, hard and throbbing, as Roger thrust his long, hard manhood deep into the hungrily clasping sheath up between her wide-spread legs. Sandy's eyes were closed, her teeth tightly clenched, and her face distorted from the delicious torment of his rigidly thick organ in her eager young cunt.
Afraid to believe his eyes, the landlord ran his sweating palms over the girl's naked flesh, rubbing lewdly the moonshaped firm cheeks of her supple buttocks as his fingers delicately probed the hair-lined cuntal lips tightly clamped around his impaling cock. His fingertip flicked tentatively at her tightly puckered little anus as his hand eased between their sweat-soaked bodies; his finger pressed painfully against the opening, then suddenly popped through the tiny nether ring and wormed deeply up into the soft rubbery flesh inside her rectum. It moved around, expanding the small hole until the palm of his hand lay flattened against her yielding ass-cheeks, his whole middle finger sunk all the way up inside the forbidden little tunnel.
Roger simply couldn't believe his luck. This was just too much for any man! Just an hour ago, he'd been sitting quietly, sipping his bourbon and water, cautiously laying out the details of his plan for those two girls up on the thirteenth floor… and now this! Damn, he'd had his share of women, but never a hot little bitch like this one. Christ, she'd practically torn his pants off trying to get at his cock, licking it, nibbling at it as though it were food and she'd been starving for a week! And now, hell, she was hotter than a firecracker on the Fourth of July.
He began a hard rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Sandy's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from his arched backstroke and battering her writhing body back hard against the sofa cushions, all the while continuing the relentless plundering of her anus with his rigid finger, slowly pistoning it in rhythm with long, skewering thrust of his lust-distended cock, bringing loud sobbing gasps from her half-opened lips in time with agonizing tempo of his finger and his cock fucking her at once. He could feel the hardness of his cock through the thin fleshy membrane between her cuntal and anal channel as he rammed into her again and again; his finger, plundering her hopelessly stretched little asshole, rubbed along the whole throbbing length of his prick as it wetly slithered deep into her cunt.
Sandy was enjoying every delicious second of it – through a series of unusual circumstances, she'd been without a man for two days now, and nothing on earth could have felt better than this, the blood-boiling ecstasy of a long, hard male cock fucked deep into her craving young belly. That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger it was, the better. Being fucked by a man like this was always brought out those suppressed masochistic urges she kept hidden in everyday life and lying flat on her back like this, absolutely naked and helpless, she could let those shameful desires and passions run rampant through her writhing body, could pull her knees back tight against her breasts and savor wondrously the deep, burrowing thrusts of a man's cock far up inside her moistly heated cuntal passage. Roger was very well-hung, and she liked that most of all in a man, and now, nothing else mattered…!
One floor above, someone was thinking identical thoughts. Margaret Sorenson plumped up her feather pillow for the fourth time that night and peeled up the afghan that sat folded at the foot of her man-empty bed. Already she'd taken one Sominex, and it had done nothing but depress her and make her feet tingle with a strange, drugged sensation. And it was late, the clock warned, as she finally sat up in bed and flicked on the night lamp beside her bed, standing next to the photograph of Sandor.
With a groan of self-loathing, she lovingly picked up the metal framed photograph of her deceased husband. He stood on a pier, a huge oceanliner behind him; it was taken in 1968 when she and Sandor got off the boat to face their destiny in America. How happy and vibrant he looked! Margaret blinked back the tears, bit into her lip and put it back to its bedside grave.
What would dear, wonderful Sandor think if he knew that at that very moment she lay in bed lonely and anguished… for the want of another man! A man who had given her his love with promises for more, and then carefully avoided her.
She wailed, covering her face with her hands, a wave of remorse washing over her as she struggled to keep from going to Roger's door and pounding angry fists against it. Where was the love she needed so badly? She'd done everything she could to please him – cooked for him, cleaned for him, and… and oh my God, he realized she'd done that too. She'd had oral love with him.
No! Her Swedish pride screamed a shaking finger at her. She couldn't go down there and embarrass herself in front of him. But damn! Roger was all she had now, and she couldn't stand to lose him too. Instead, she would take another sleeping pill, count sheep, and cry herself to sleep. But never, never would she humiliate herself in front of him.
The pill sipped easily down her throat and she turned off the lights…
One floor below, Sandy's hips were moving with a savage rhythm now, grinding up against her landlord's hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the dual pace of his cock and finger ravaging both hot hungry holes down there between her quivering legs.
"Yes, yes, Goddamn it yes! Fuck me, oh, shit, yes. Fuck me, darling!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Roger's pelvis, knocking the sofa cushions askew in her mindless passion.
The wanton young girl opened her eyes… she could see the clear unmistakable silhouette of a man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly, looking down between her upturned thighs and saw the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her wildly quivering cunt. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, driving the thick gleaming pole up into the hot wetness of her tightly clasping tunnel. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in fact, it almost seemed right… she needed a man, any man, his face was of no importance. What she needed – what she yearned for – was buried deliciously now up between her smooth bare thighs.
The ecstasy soon reached a bone-shattering peak. "Oh, God, yes, don't stop! Fuck me like this forever, baby! Don't stop! Yes, oh yes, fuck me!" She grunted her words into the chill darkness, grinding her naked young ass up against him faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of hot flesh that was skewering her like a heavy hunk of meat, pounding its long way deeper and deeper up into her belly with a frantic, animal tempo.
It was impossible to keep up the heated pace any longer; she felt too Goddamned good. Roger could not hold back another second, and he took one lustful look at the abandonedly writhing young brunette pinned helplessly beneath the weight of his body and began fast, pushing thrusts that buried his powerfully pulsating prick right up to the pubic hairs on his pelvis with each and every deep, skewering lunge. Faster and faster he pounded, far up into her hot raging little belly, every muscle tensed, sweat dripping from his chest and thighs, faster, harder, deeper…
"No, no, please! Wait! Please wait just a little longer…!" Sandy cried, as she realized he was about to cum. But it was too late, for Roger's lips parted and a long low groan of relief escaped as his sperm-swollen balls heatedly pumped spurt after spurt of white hot cum deep into her quivering cunt. The brunette girl ground her frantically writhing loins up tightly against his pelvis in a futile attempt to halt the warm flow, but she was betrayed by her own eager cunt which hungrily milked his jerking cock, until every last drop of his viscous load was sloshing deep up inside her passion distended womb.
Roger pulled himself off the still squirming girl, his cock slithering wetly from her heated depths as the thickly bearded pink lips of her cunt reluctantly released their prize. A thin string of white stickiness hung momentarily from the tip of his limply dangling cock before it fell onto her smooth unblemished thighs.
Sandy lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could considering the sexual turmoil churning in her loins, as Roger stretched out beside her, his prick lying uselessly between his wide-spread thighs. Her full young breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath to fill her passion-emptied lungs and still the flames of undiluted passion raging uncontrollably in her cunt – a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still painfully awaited relief. Without any conscious effort, as if in a dream and she was alone with no one to witness her shamefulness, her own hands began to ease slowly along the flat expanse of her belly, drawn as if by magic to the fluffy little vee between her thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the puffy hot lips of her wetly hungry crevice, and a jolt of excitement shot through her torso as she began caressing the incredibly sensitive folds. One outstretched slender finger slipped inside the sperm soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the softly moist walls close involuntarily around the invader, hungrily gasping at anything to fill the painful void.
She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move ever so slightly; and she saw Roger kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his long penis clutched between the clenched fingers of his left hand like some menacing weapon at the ready. Above her like that in the nearly blackened room, he towered over her like some medieval giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his rubbery cock, and he watched her, pleased with himself, as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy pole dangling from his wet, hair-covered loins. As she stared, mesmerized, it began to swell, only a little at first, in a tiny quivering crawl, then more, in pulsating movements of new growth as the momentum of desire grew stronger within him.
"You don't have to play with yourself, baby. I've got all the cock you can handle," he lewdly grinned. "Now turn over like a good little girl, and I'll show you what I mean…"
Sandy rolled over obediently on the couch, smearing the sticky trail of sperm from her thighs onto the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, waiting for him to tell her what to do; she knew men like to give the orders, and she didn't mind obeying, particularly if it meant another taste of that magnificent penis. Anyway, she'd always liked it dog-fashion from behind; on her knees the penetration seemed even deeper, and that was perfect as far as she was concerned…
Twenty minutes had passed in that lonely, rucked up bed with only Margaret's mature body messing it up with tossing and turning. Her mind was like a movie camera, clicking off mental images of herself with Roger last night. Oh, what she wouldn't give for an instant replay of that wonderful, wonderful cock of his in her hungry mouth. It had felt so good. She'd give anything to have it there right now!
Why not? her tranquilized mind asked. Why not go down there, knock on his door and offer her mouth for his pleasure. The Swedish pride melted with hot desire. Yes, yes, damn it, she would do just that. All he could do was refuse, and she believed, needed to believe that Roger would never refuse her. He was her man.
She slipped out of bed, pulled her robe over her floor length nightgown and ran a comb through her hair and, opening the window, for a breath of fresh air, drew in a deep breath for courage, and left the door slightly ajar after her…
"Now kneel," Roger commanded, grabbing impatiently at her hips and helping her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded young buttocks shoved high and vulnerable in the air, waving temptingly before him like a flag before a maddened bull. In the dim light, he could see that the moistly pouting little lips of her pussy were puckered in invitation as she leaned forward, resting her head on the opposite arm of the sofa, her softly fleshed little ass jutting up at him completely unguarded and available to use as he wished. Sandy's reddened eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body had endured, and her pulse quickened at the thrilling prospect of this man's steel-hard cock imbedded once again deeply inside the hungrily quivering walls of her pussy.
Suddenly, her dream-like anticipation was shattered as she felt the insistent probing of Roger's fully erect cock at her backside… not at the moist, eagerly waiting lips of her cunt, but at her anus!
Uncertain, she waved the trembling half-moons of her roundly fleshed buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt, swollen head of his cock pushing in against the tiny puckered hole of her rectum.
"Roger, darling, not there, please," she pleaded, not knowing of her landlord's fetish. "You're too big. You'll split me in half!"
There was no answer from Roger, but in the fleeting instant before the searing pain blanked her thoughts completely, she was certain she heard a muffled chuckle from somewhere behind her. His only other response was immediate and to the point… with a grunt, he shoved his powerful loins forward increasing the already intolerable pressure against the tightly clenched little rectum.
Abruptly, without warning, the anal ring bent inward – hot hotly throbbing thick pole invaded her tiny rear passage in one vicious lunge and almost a half of the long rigid length of his cock disappeared up into her hideously stretched anal mouth.
Sandy attempted to crawl forward, yelling in surprise and agony, "Awwwww, please! You're hurting me! It hurts, pull it out. Please, Roger, please!"
"No, baby, I'm not going to take it out… but you've got the tightest asshole I've ever felt." He laughed lewdly and grabbed the fleshy rims of her hips like a couple of handles and forced her frantically thrashing buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping in pain himself as his massive staff sank to the hilt in the warm anal passage. His balls swung forward and slapped against her dripping wet pussy, brushing ever so gently against the sensitive ragged lips just below the obscenely-stretched rim of her rectal lips, where his pole-thick cock was plundering her mercilessly.
He gripped her so tightly that the tortured girl was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It was as if the blunt end of the softball bat had been somehow rammed up between her open buttocks, shoved far up inside her belly until her stomach tightened with nausea from the excruciating pain…
With her ear to the door and her knuckles white from knocking, Margaret Sorenson clutched at her bathrobe with the other hand, her mind reeling with confusion and a drug-induced stupor. He was in there, she insistently reasoned, but he wasn't answering the door. Maybe he had fallen asleep in front of the television set, she hoped, grasping at air. She didn't, couldn't believe that he wouldn't let her in if he were at home. No, that would be too painful to believe. Margaret set the door arattle with one final knock, before padding down the hall in her fleecy slippers, her head downcast and her spirits plundered. She took the carpeted stairway – faded and worn through to the burlap lining, half dragging herself up the stairs to her apartment and there opened the window and slipped out to the fire escape. Roger's living room window was accessible from the fire escape, she knew from past experience.
The metal was cold on her feet, even through her slippers. Carefully, she guided her hand along the icy railing and descended down one flight of barred steps that cut into he tender feet. As she neared Roger's living room window she could plainly hear moaning sounds. Yes! He was watching television. Her spirits soared until she was close enough to peak in. The she saw it – graphically.
"Oh, please, please, Roger, pull it out! I can't take it any more… please, I'll do anything you ask. I'll suck your cock, do anything, please, but not this, I'm splitting apart!"
The words sunk into Margaret's consciousness like a brandished sword. Closing her eyes against the tear-inciting sight, she watched as Roger, her man, fucked a young girl in the buttocks. A clammy hand flew to Margaret's mouth and she stood on the fire escape reeling, holding onto the railing for fear of loosing her balance. The emotional pain seared her heart, and a growing ball of nausea swept over her body, warming her stomach, then her throat. When it hit her, she couldn't hold back. Bracing her arms on the lifeless railing, she let the sorrows, the loss, and the agonies of a lost love spill over the railing to the empty streets below. A figure in the night, she pulled herself up to the third floor where her lace curtains danced in the window, inviting her to her self-chosen solitude.
Tomorrow she would think about what she had seen. Tonight she must rest. Margaret put her robe to rest on the bedpost and slipped into the cold sheets, then picked up the picture of Sandor and kissed it before turning off the light…
Down below the lewd vignette continued. Roger was deaf to Sandy's pleas, his eyes were wide with astonished disbelief as he watched his thick white cock slide back and forth, first back until just the swollen tip alone remained between the tightly stretched band of her anus, then forward again, inch by throbbing inch, until all of his long hard shaft was nestled deep inside her hotly constrictive hole. The feeling was incredible! It was as if a warm hand covered in soft brown velvet had grabbed his throbbing penis and was pulling it far up inside the helpless girl's belly.
Like a man possessed, he rammed his rock-hard rod of flesh home harder and harder, pushing aside the tender pink walls of her rectum as he shoved his massive cock as far as it could go up into her heatedly quivering belly. As if torn by demons, he plowed into her backside again and again, his whole body trembling with the fury of his unnatural lust.
But for Sandy, something weird and wonderful was happening, a change was taking place that was transforming this barbarous act from excruciating pain into a wildly exciting delicious pleasure. Slowly, her pain and fear were being replaced with the overwhelming feeling of total and absolute subjugation, total ravishment at the hands of this near-stranger. The mental picture of her quivering young buttocks being so ruthlessly plundered incited spasm of forbidden pleasure throughout her nakedly writhing body. The unanswered hunger in her belly began to rage out of control again, and she started to undulate her buttocks in tiny teasing circles, squeezing with her strong rectal muscles at the impaling shaft imbedded so hotly inside her, milking eagerly at the long fleshy cock savagely boring into her from behind. She wanted to drain it, to fill her heretofore virginal little anal orifice with this man's seething load, to feel his hot sticky flood fill her rectum until cum ran in torrents down her sweat-soaked thighs. She had never been sodomized like this before; always, somehow, she had been able to talk her way out of it, whenever one of her lovers had suggested it.
Tonight, though, she had regretted ever having had second thoughts in the past, for she was wallowing in the wild intensity of this delicious pleasure-pain, savoring every second of the delectable torment he was inflicting on her ravaged back passage. The writhing young girl tightly clenched her buttocks, intensifying the masochistic thrill that had taken control of her body.
Nothing mattered now except this, nothing but this long hard pole of masculine flesh that was bringing her such incredibly wanton ecstasy. God, she wanted its hot load inside her! She wanted to feel its scalding warmth flooding her very intestines with an unending torrent of life-giving sperm until it sloshed in her belly and ran through every pore of her naked body in gushing rivers of wicked pleasure.
And an instant later, Sandy's erotic fantasies were fulfilled as Roger suddenly let out a loud grunt and his enormous cock rammed far, far up into her ravaged rectum. Almost immediately, she felt the awesome wave of her own orgasm, so long in coming, sweep over her, bringing an anguished moan to her lips.
"Aaaaggghhhh, God, yes! Aaawww!" she wailed loudly, her savage moans filling the darkened room and reverberating from the walls as, suddenly, his wildly jerking penis grew even larger and began spewing its white hot load deep up into her hungrily clasping back passage. His cum ricocheted heatedly around inside and spurted from the ravenously sucking hole to stream in a thick white river down the young brunette's firmly trembling thighs, soaking his own balls as they slammed tightly in the sopping wet crevice beneath her wide-stretched anus. The oozing liquid flowed warmly down over his leathery testicles as they continued to lightly brush against the glistening lips of her pussy. Violent shudders of excitement ran through her naked body as her orgasm built, crested and intensified.
"Aieeee… I'm cumming," she shrieked. "Oh, God, fuck harder, I'm cumming!"
Sandy screwed her buttocks tightly back against the still spewing cock buried deep in her flooded rectum and abruptly, as a loud scream burst from between her clenched teeth, she felt her whole body explode with the pricks of a million red-hot needles as his last punishing thrust took her up, up, and over the brink into a chasm of complete ecstatic pleasure. Her strength was suddenly gone, and she fell forward on the sofa as his long glistening cock slipped with a lewd wet sucking sound from the fist-like, grip of her tightly clinging rectal walls. She shivered once more as the cool air swirled around and up inside her unplugged, still dilated opening, chilling her very insides with the cold blast.
Roger weakly collapsed on the floor beside the sofa with a gasping moan that seemed more of relief than of pain, amazed that his body had not come to pieces and exploded from the fury of the last few minutes. He lay very still beside her, his hand resting on her nakedly trembling thigh as she heaved and gasped for breath, and for a long while, there were silent.
"It's damned good, money, sugar," said Roger, dressed now except for a shirt. Sandy was lying on her naked back smoking a cigarette, pondering the amenities of Roger's proposed career for she and Chris. She looked totally refreshed and renewed, like an entirely new person, glowing with the special radiance that comes to a woman when she's been really and truly satisfied by a man. And satisfied she was, not remembering when she'd enjoyed a fuck since she was twelve… but no, her mind protested. She shouldn't think about that.
Roger played with one taut nipple. "Baby, we could make a fortune. Hell, it's not prostitution anyways. It's going out on dates, that's all. With my connections and your ass, we could make a couple thou' a month. And you won't have to rely on foodstamps," he laughed.
"Sounds good to me," smiled Sandy. "But you're going to have a hard time convincing Chris. Chris has always followed the straight and narrow, but don't get me wrong," she immediately filled in. "Chris is a great girl, my best friend and I don't want to lead her into anything that she'll regret later."
"Simple enough. We put her up with the mild ones until she gets used to it. Then we'll turn her on to something that'll make her want a little more… if you know what I mean."
Sandy didn't reply, just stared at the lit end of her smouldering cigarette. "Okay," she grinned in her impish way. "I'll talk to Chris tomorrow. But let me tell you this. She's always stuck by me and I don't want to see her hurt."
"No sweat," reassured Roger with a tweak of her right nipple.
Eleven stories above, Chris O'Brien lay in her bed, trying to sleep despite the deafening din of the buses and traffic outside of her bedroom window. Minutes later she sat upright in bed, hearing the familiar midnight sound of Sandy turning her key in the lock and listening to the footsteps shuffle in the direction of her bedroom, turned on the bedside lamp in time to see Sandy emerge through her door.
"We're going to be out of debt in no time," giggled Sandy, collapsing on her roommate's bed. "And we start tomorrow night!"