Thursday, June 13, 2013

NISHA KI BEKARAR JAWANI

I have a special fascination for well shaped, well developed, opulent, protruding, pointed, fleshy, spongy, firm and bouncing breasts of girls and women. And I should again mention here that I
get hot and sexcited to see a young girl or woman with big, heavy, curvaceous, hunching and swinging hips. The real story of fucking the
young woman in question now goes like this.


Last year in October was a tenant in Nasik for about seven months as I was doing a project
there. I was living alone there. As My family was staying in Thane, and due to project work I could not visit frequently. It was the house of a business man Kapoor. He had only one son Kuldeep, in his 48, who was married. Mr.Kapoor had a daughter also, who was also married and was living in Chandigarh. Kapoor's had a manufacturing unit at Ambala.
Kuldeep had to visit different places in order to monitor and promote the sales of their products. Kapoor's house was big. On the ground floor they had engaged three rooms for their business purpose (office, etc.) and old Kapoors (husband and wife) were living on the same ground. Drawing room, kitchen, dining hall all were also on the
same floor. On the first floor four rooms were there of which rooms were reserved for their married daughter and the rest rooms were in
being used by Mr.Kuldeep and his beautiful wife Nisha. Till date they had no issue. I had got a big room on the second floor attached with
a! Bathroom with all luxury fittings and of course the terrace was very big. There were two stairs. One had the access from the left side while the other was coming up from their big dining hall. I was told to use the stair which was on the left side of the house and there was provision also to separate it from the internal or main part of the house. In fact I got that accommodation on the very strong recommendation by a person known to me and was very close to Kapoors otherwise they were not in favour of letting out that room to
any one simply because they did not feel it necessary and the room used to be closed generally except for the occasions when some guests came to them..


Now I will tell you about Nisha. She was in her late 20s, so there was some more than ten years gap between them. Nisha was stunningly
beautiful woman by all means. She was very fair. She had very proportionate figure that made her look was very inviting. Nisha's
look was as sexy as her name. She looked very sexy in the sense; uski bhari bhari chunchiyan , unki golayi..aur blouse fad ke bahar nikalte
nukile nipples..ufffff. . aur dekh kar lagta tha ki dono stan kafee tight aur sakht hai use bra ki shayad jarurat hi nahi thi.her chunchiyan were well developed She always made it a point that her breasts should be projected well and should look firm so as to attract any young man, as I felt to look at her  chunchiyan. So In all, Nisha's chunchiyan were very muck captivating, inviting, tempting, and luring. Her figure was some what like 36-26-38. So her bums were a bit bigger and wider than the normal look but of course very sexy looking. She had a pair of pouting lips too, looked very fresh and juicy. Thus altogether Nisha looked gorgeous, sexy,
exciting, inviting young woman. I always tried to stare at her from tip to toe when ever I got chances, particularly her chunchiyan. But
at the same time I also took care that no body should watch me doing so. I used to prepare my breakfast myself in the beginning and took the tiffin on monthly basis in the office which the tiffin-boy used to carry every day and very often took the dinner at the nearby Kamath Hotel. I kept my conduct normal as well as co-operative with the landlords. So they gradually started liking me.

On seeing my conduct and behavior Kapoors gradually started relying on me and I started doing many of their personal works particularly when Mr.Kuldeep used to be away on tour.
And after three months or so my landlady herself offered me to have food at their place only and not in any hotel. So from that instance
I just used to take my food at their place. I used to pay for my food to the landlord which they reluctantly accepted. After all they were rich people. They also used to give me the lunch for the office with me every day. I was also allowed to use the other stair also which they used to keep open for me from then. And I most of the times, and later usually came and go through that stair only. In the process I had more chance of seeing Nisha. And with the passes of time I started talking with her also. No body took it otherwise, not even Kuldeep. I called her Nisha Bhabhi when other people were around and I called her Nishajee when no body used to be around. Nisha always gave some special smiles when I called her Nishajee, so it was clear that she appreciated the way I addressed her. And thus I came closer to her gradually. We used to exchange jokes. I liked her smiles and
laughs. I also started giving her story books, novels, magazines, etc. Several times I had the opportunities to touch her hands which I found to be very soft and silky. She did never mind it. I some times prasied her for her beauty also. She had blushed at the first instance, but she thanked me afterwards. I always tried to look at her cleavage through her low cut blouse, or her kurti which she wore normally.


She was educated up to M.A. level so she had the exposure of the university environment and she had the interactions with many fashionable young girls and women. She used to wear especially designed blouse and kurti. Many a times her kurti used to be tightly fitted down to her waist and log side cuts further down. Her firm looking breasts always tempted me and I tried to measure the size of her roundness. But girls and women are very much conscious about their breasts of being stared at by young men.. So I was also caught unaware by her many a times while I used to stare at her shapely and
protruding chunchiyan. But I found Nisha giving some meaningful smiles on such acts of mine. She looked more sexy while she gave such

smiles. Later I found that Nisha used to
deliberately lean forward with some pretext or the other while I used to be around and let her
chunni or the pallu of her sari fall in order that much of her globes should come to my sight and she used to be in that posture for maximum possible time. I observed that she did so when no other people used to be around and finding the proper opportunity she tried to show me the roundness of her opulent chunchiyan through her low cut dresses. She used to wear nighties also as her sleeping dress which used to be normal as all women wear. But on some

occasions I saw her wearing nighties having very deep low cut neck revealing the upper halves of her full sized shapely chunchiyan particularly when her hubby used to be away from the city. While going up or coming down the stair I had the chance to brush her chunchiyan with my arms.

It all happened to me by accident. But later I liked it. I found that she did not take it otherwise. And later I found that she

deliberately used to be in the position on the stairs seeing me alone She gave me way in such a way that there was no option for me other
than to brushing rather rubbing her chunchiyan against my arms. Aap soch sakte ho ki iske baad mere lund ki kya halat hoti thi.. kisi tarah se use daba kar mai baahar aata tha.
So it was clear that Nisha was also taking interest in me. Her such acts used to stir me very much. Some sort of urge for Nisha had started developing within me. I started thinking in terms of fucking her also if I got chance. And I started fantasizing about her. In my fantasy I used to fuck her. It was the month of November when my landlord, the old Kapoor, suddenly got seriously ill and was admitted to the nursing home on the advice of the doctor for treatment, observations, monitoring, etc. Since Kuldeep was away on tour so I had to make all the arrangements for calling the doctor and taking him to the nursing home. The landlady was there along with him in the nursing home. In the night while I was going to take the food to nursing home for the landlady Nisha also wished to go to see her
father-in-law. I had no problem as I was going by the Kinetic Honda of Mr.Kuldeep. So, Nisha sat on the pillion and I drove to the nursing home. After one hour or so we got back. I felt the touch and a little pressure of Nisha's chunchiyan on my back while she was sitting behind me on the Kinetic Honda. That excited me.
Any way I just did not do any thing and went to my room for sleeping. I fantasized about fucking her in the bed. I did the duty of taking the foods and other articles for my landlady the next day as usual.. In the evening Nisha told me that she would also go with me. At about 8 in the evening I along with Nisha started for the nursing home with the food and other required articles there. Before leaving for the nursing home Nisha asked the maid servants, servants and other workers to go home. She was wearing very light sky blue sari and matching sleeveless blouse with deep cut on the back exposing much of her back rather than concealing. She was looking very sexy in those clothes. That time Nisha sat behind on the pillion seat close to me so that the tips of her chunchiyan were just touching my back. I was already excited. When we came to the main road She came a bit closer to me holding me by my waist giving more pressure of her fleshy and spongy chunchiyan on my back. It was a positive indication to me on her part.While we were returning back it started raining heavily all of a sudden and both of us were drenched completely. Nisha had clung to me from behind. Her chunchiyan were fully pressing on to my back. I was feeling the softness of her full sized spongy chunchiyan which were being crushed between me and her. I and was getting excited. We reached the house and got in. Only she and I were left in the house. She bolted the door immediately as all her clothes were completely
stuck to her body making her look more sexy and inviting. Every curve, ups and downs of her sexy body were clearly in my sight. Her
chunchiyan were looking more inviting than ever. They looked more opulent than what I found earlier, may be because of the netted bra
she wore that day which might have lifted her chunchiyan a little higher than usual.

One thing I still remember that her nipples were visible even as she had put the pallu of her sari on her chunchiyan since her clothes had
becomes completely see through after being drenched and it had stuck to her sexy body The curves of her chunchiyan were in my sight more clearly. I was tempted to see the circumference of her chunchiyan. The roundness of her fleshy heavy hips was also being revealed to ignite me further. I was looking at her lustfully from tip to toe. She was in a state of half blush-half smile. I went forward and took her in my strong arms. She just whispered in a very low voice "...ouch." and smiled looking in to my eyes. I started kissing her. I kissed her lips, cheeks, neck, etc. Her lips were very juicy. I rubbed my lips on hers. She looked in to my eyes sexily. I took her juicy lips in my mouth. I sucked them. Ohh,.. itane naram aur meethe honth…mai unhe chusane aur chumane laga. her lips were very soft, red and like piece of orange. I went on sucking her lips. She came closer to me holding tightly in excitement. Her eyes had become pink in excitement as if she had drunken wine. I placed my hands on her chunchiyan. Wow, they were really marvelous. I pressed her chuchies
from over her sari, blouse and bra. It was really a great touch on my palms. Her breasts were fully swollen. I pressed them for quite some
time and kissed her lips, cheeks and neck. Then I started removed her sari. I could see that she had put on a panty through her wet petticoat (saya, it is worn under sari). Woh ek marble ki statue jaisi lag rahi thi.. kasa hua jism.. aur chikna gora dudhiya rangat liye huye.

Her chuchiyan were clearly visible through her blouse and bra that had become almost see through as they were completely wet. The blouse she wore was wearing low cut. So much of her chunchiyan were left uncovered. Her cleavage was looking simply killing. I kissed her chunchiyan all over. She was making all sexy sounds. Then I took Nisha to her bedroom. I again started kissing her. I kissed her for quite some time. She kept sighing in excitement. Then I unhooked her blouse and removed from her sexy body. I kissed her chunchiyan again.
I rubbed my mouth on her fleshy chunchiyan. She was just moaning. I slowly pulled down her petticoat (saya). She was t! hen left in her
bra and panty. I removed my Tee-shirt and pant also, and was in my underwear. She was looking at my front. My Lund had become hard and
stiff by that time.
Its length was also increased in excitement. She was looking at the bulge on my underwear which was due to the increase in size and stiffness of my penis. She smiled sexily. I took her in my arms and again kissed her all over. I again pressed her chunchiyan. Then I
quickly unhooked her bra and removed it. I also pulled down her scanty panty. She was then stark naked from top to toe. She told me ".so you have made me completely nude. akhir tumne mujhe puri tarah nangi karhi diya..main janti thi." It was exciting to hear such words
from her. I told her "..Nisha you really knew that I would make you completely nude. to tum yeh janti thi ki aaj main tumhein puri tarah
nangi kar hi doonga Nisha.." She instantly replied with sexy smiles looking other ways ".kyun nahin janungi.main kya koyi doodh peeti
bachchi hoon jo yeh baat mere samajh mein nahin aaye..main jab puri tarah bhigi kapdon mein khadi thi aur tum mujhe lustfully sir se
paanv tak hoor rahe the, tabhi main samajh gayi thi ki aaj to tum mujhe puri tarah nangi kaar ke hi rahoge.main samajh gayi thi ki aab tum mujhe puri tarah nangi dekhna chahoge." I was further excited to hear those words from her mouth so frankly without any inhibition or
hesitation. I told her ".Nisha you are very bold, free and frank ..."
Then I pulled down my underwear also. She looked at my fully erect
stiff Lund stood in front of her. Uske munh se nikal hi gaya.."oh kitna lamba aur mota hai..

baap re.." then she smiled and said "Lekin
bahut hi mardana aur salona bhi hai…I love it." She smiled and twitted her lips looking into my eyes showing that she liked my erection, length, thickness, etc. I looked at her nude sexy body from tip to toe. She asked me in a special sexy style "..oohhh, yun kya dekh rahe ho.." I told her ". Nisha you are looking more beautiful
that ever. Nisha, in your full nudity you are looking very very beautiful, sexy, and inviting. .you have a very proportionate figure.. You have not bore any extra flesh on your sexy body .your chunchiyan and hips are simply marvelous... you have maintained you
chunchiyan very well .your chunchiyan are quite shapely. Tumhari chunchiya itani badi hai lekin fir bhi ekdum jhuli nahi hai…In spite of the fact that your chunchiyan are fully swollen and very fleshy they have stood firm even without the support of any bra..the roundness of your chunchiyan are still there without bra.they are
still bulging and opulent. .I have rarely seen such heavy chunchiyan in such a good shape even without bra..I like such breasts very much, Nisha..." And I continued by saying ".. Nisha your hips are also killing. they are quite

heavy.they are projected backwardly so much
that it is enough to ignite a young man.. yes Nisha your hips are very inviting. They are simply arousing..." She told me "...thanks
for the compliments, dear. .you flattered me too much…tumhara ye bhi to kitna mazboot hai.. kisi bhi ladaki ka dil ispar aa jayega.. mai
matured mardo ke liye koyi feeling nahi rakhati thi lekin tumhara lund dekh kar ab mujhe tumhara ye pasand aa gaya hai."" I told her
that I was not at all flattering her, she was really looking very sexy, voluptuous, gorgeous and inviting. Then I took her in my arms.
Oohh, her body was really hot, soft and silky. My Lund got further erected and stiffened.

As I moved my mouth towards her lips, Nisha herself moved her pouting lips towards my mouth and offered them to me closing her eyes in ecstasy. I took Nisha's pouting and juicy lips in my mouth and sucked her lips. I kissed her lips for quite some time there. She also kissed me in great excitement. At the same time I was caressing her chunchiyan. Wow, her chunchiyan were really marvelous. I pressed them with my hands. They were very firm and tight. I went on playing with her chunchiyan. I moved towards her succulent chunchiyan. I kissed her chunchiyan. I liked them. I rubbed my mouth on them. Then I took her nipples in my mouth. Her nipples were very pointed too. Her nipples were hardened by that time. I sucked her nipples. I went on sucking them for few minutes. Nisha was getting excited more and
more. I kissed Nisha here and there frantically. Then I moved down towards her croch, thighs, hips, etc. and kissed her there. I again kissed and sucked her juicy lips encircling my arms around her narrow waist line. Nisha co-operated me very well encircling her arms around my neck keeping her very closely hugged while I sucked her pouting lips. Her breasts were being crushed badly against my chest. My hard Lund was being rubbed against her sexy smooth crotch. After kissing and sucking her lips in that posture for some times I held her from behind in the same posture, I mean in standing position itself and placed my hands on her bulging breasts from under her armpits. I
started caressing Nisha's breasts.


She was again in her excitement as earlier. I moved my hands gently on her fleshy plump breasts. Then I pressed them slowly. Nisha was
moaning in a very low suppressed voice
"..hhhuuhhhh. .. ..uuuuffffff. . .ooooohhhhhhh. . ..aaaahhhhh. . I further increased the pressure of my palms upon Nisha's pair of firm
breasts. I was feeling great in pressing her luxuriant breasts as they were very much tight. (I have already mentioned about the tightness of her breasts above.) Nisha was holding me putting her arms back around my neck and that way giving me full opportunity to press and squeeze her breasts with ease. She was caressing sometimes my neck, sometimes my hairs in her excitement. I started squeezing
her breasts with pressure. She was sibilating, hissing and moaning. After some times Nisha told me to increase the pressure of my hands
on her breasts. I did so. She further encouraged me to squeeze her breasts harder and harder. I started squeezing her superb pulpy breasts as hard as I could. Nisha was in great excitement.

She was encouraging me with words like "..oooohhhhh. .aur jore se. ..haan dear aur jore se dabaao meri choochiyon ko...badaa maja
aaraha hai mujhe. .your hands are quite expert.. .you know how to squeeze breasts.. dear press my breasts more hard..aaahhhh. .yes..i like it.. And I went on exerting as much as press her firm and tight breasts. The more I pressed her breasts, the more pressure she demanded on her breasts from me, the harder I squeezed her fleshy and spongy breasts, even herder she requested squeeze her breasts. She started uttering only broken unclear words like ".aaahhhhh. yyoouuuu. .uuuuuhhhhh. oooffff.. " .etc. and was caressing me all through. My erect hard Lund was getting pressed and rubbed against Nisha's soft, silky, fleshy and round hips. As her heavy haunching hips were projected back sexily my erect Lund was digging between her fleshy hips as if trying to enter into her right then. Feeling my erect hard Lund making its vain effort to enter into her, Nisha told me sexily "...ooohhhhh dear your Lund is getting restless ...it is trying to drill me from behind." I told Nisha "..Don't worry darling
I will drill you in the place where you would wish..."
She just told me "..ooohhh dear you are very smart.." And smiled looking into my eyes. I was pressing and squeezing Nisha's firm and
tight breasts very hard with my both hands and she was moaning and moaning and moaning sexily closing her eyes ". ..aaaaahhhh. .
oooofffffffff. ...uuiiiiimmmmmaaaa . .oooohhhh. .uuuuuuhhhhhhhh. .. sssshhhhhhhh. . uuuummmmmmmmmmmaaaa hhhhhhh.. .." I asked her while pressing and squeezing her breasts "..Nisha how are you feeling. .tumhein kaisa laag rahaa hai Nisha darling..." Nisha
whispered sexily in husky voice "...ooohhh maat poochho.. ..mujhe bahut hi majaa aa rahaa hai dear. ..tum to choochiyan squeeze karne mein expert ho. ..baass yoon hin meri choochiyon ko dabate jaao my dear." She asked me ".dear tumhein meri choochiyan kaisi lagin.. .meri choochiyon ko dabane mein kaisa lagaa tumhein..how are my breasts dear.." I replied her "Nisha, your breasts are very fine. you have maintained your breasts very well.yess Nisha, your breasts are very fleshy, spongy, firm and tight.. I like such breasts very much.Nisha darling,! I am always in look out for such shapely firm breasts.tumhari choochiya bahut hi bhare-bhare hain. darling Nisha tumhari goal-goal choochiyan kaaphi uthi hui aur bilkul shape mein hain..
Nisha tumhari inn full sized choochiyon ko dbaane mein badaa majaa aa
rahaa hai." Nisha was very happy to hear those words from me. She thanked me sexily for my praise for her breasts "..ooohhhh dear, thank you, tum to taarriff kii pul hi banaye jaa rahe ho. kya saach much mein meri choochiyan tumjen aisi laagin." I told her that I was
not joking but her breasts were really very extravagant and extraordinary ".darling Nisha tumhari choochiyan saach much mein bahut fine hain..bahut hi maajedaar hain tumhari choochiyan." And I went on squeezing her breasts in tha same way. She was writhing her
body sexily. She gave jerks to her hunching hips. She wriggled in pleasure. She waggled her hips side ways and to and fro making my hard Lund rub against her smooth fleshy and round hips. I found that Nisha was getting hotter and hotter. She was in strong urge for sex. Her each action revealed her strong urge to take me in immediately. After some times Nisha asked me to take her to bed. I took her upstairs in her full nudity. I was also in the same state.
She took my dick in her soft hands while getting upstairs with me. As we came upstairs I lifted fully nude Nisha in my lap and moved towards her room. Nisha told me in my ears "...iiiisssshhhhh. .. dear tum to bade hi taakatwar maloom hote ho.. puri ki puri mujhe apni goad mein utha liya." I told her "...Nisha yeh to kuchh bhi nahin hai... meri taakat to tum bed paar dekhogi." Nisha was a step ahead, she told me instantly "...theek hai aaj main bhi dekh loongi ki tum kitne taakatwar ho.. main bhi kuchh kaam sexy aur hot nahin hoon.." I told her "...to tumhein bhi aapne sexy aur hot hone ka pura gumane hai, Nisha. main bhi dekhoonga ki tum kitni hot aur sexy ho." Nisha to! ld me in very sexy style "..okay, okay main dikha doongi tumhein..pahle mujhe bed par to le chalo my dear smarty..." I told her ".okay my sexy darling Nisha..." It was great moment for me to lift Nisha in full nudity in my lap while I was also completely naked. I took nude Nisha to her bed. I again took her in my arms. We both started rubbing our body against each other. Then Nisha herself took the initiative. She started kissing me. All over increasing my sexual urge to have her.I also kissed Nisha all over her nude sexy body. I sucked her pouting lips. Then I moved towards her breasts again. I licked her nipples one by one. Nisha caressed my head in excitement. Then I kissed her breasts all over for a pretty long time. Nisha was simply moaning
"..aaaaahhhhh ..uuuuuhhhhhhh. . ....uuuuuuffffff. . and I started sucking Nisha's erect hard nipples one by one. Nisha kept on moaning and sibilating biting her lips with her teeth and making sounds like

".! ..aaaahhhh ...uuuuuuhhhhhh....  ..
oooooohhhhhhh. .. etc. Then I kissed Nisha's thighs and crotch. She again moaned and sibilated in the same way. After some time Nisha told me "...oooohhh dear it is too much.. Aab bardasht nahin ho raha hai.. aao naa. ooooohhh please dear, come on, come on and fuck me dear.. aab der maat kaaro.. aab mujhe chodo na.. aab aur kitni der karoge my dear. I can't wait any more...come on fuck me.." Seeing her fully aroused I mounted upon Nisha. She separated her thighs to make way for me. I adjusted my lund right in front of her Gulabi choot and pushed it.My erect and hard Lund was feeling great pressure to slid easily into her even her choot was fully wet. I hold her tight .. and pushed hard my monster entered in her wet and tight choot ..and she screamed.."ooooh… mar gayiiiiiiii… plz baahar nikalo.. bahut mota
hai..uuuf..kitane andar tak ghused diya…uufff… and I saw tears on her eyes. As my lund went in right inside her, I stoped stroking and pushing for few seconds… then Nisha sighed heavily in sexy voice ".. aaaaaahhhh dear." Then I started to and fro movements of my torso in order to make my Lund go and come into and from her vagina. Her vagina was very hot. My Lund gradually became more and more thick and
hard. Initially I was fucking Nisha gently. She was moaning sexily "..aaaahhhhh. . ..ooohhhhhhh. ." She was gyrating her hips. I
gradually increased the speed. Nisha arched her thighs upwards. She was throwing her hips up in order to receive my Lund inside her every
time I made stroke. She was doing so in order to accommodate me more and more inside her. I pushed my Lund into her hot vagina with force. She started making sounds a bit louder in her excitement "...ooooooohhhhh. ..aaaaaaahhhh. uuuuuhhhhhhh. ..
uuuuffffffffffff. .. ..iiiiiihhhhh. ..oooooffffffffffoo
ooooooohhhhhhhhh .." I went on fucking young sexy Nisha like that for some time. My Lund had become thicker by that time. It was making a swift to and fro motion. She then asked me to increase my speed.".. aaaahhhhh. Dddeeaarrrr ffaaassstt..

Yess ddearr faaaassstt.. .come on fuck me
fast.you are great..I like it ..oohh dear..fuck me fast. .ooooohhhh aur jur se chodo
mujhe...aaaahhhh. dear aur jor se chodai karo meri... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh. ." She went on encouraging to fuck her fast with her words in sexy voice with moans and sibilation. She was urging me to increase my speed. She requested me to push more and more with full thrust into her hot and wet vagina. I further increased my
speed. I made hard strokes. She received each of my hard strokes skillfully throwing her hips up and up every time. I was romping fast. Nisha sometimes entwined her legs with mine and some times threw upward. That gave me all sorts of pleasures. Nisha was then in full excitement and was uttering words like ".ooooohhhh. ddeeaarrr. ..ooooohhhhhh. . ..uuuuuuffffff. . .aaaaahhhhh. aaaahhhhhh. . uuuiiiiii. ..aaahhhhh.. uuuummmmaaaaaaaahhh
hhhhhh..oooooooo hhhhhhh.. ." I asked her "Nisha how is it.. How do you feel.kaisa laag rahaa hai tumhein.bolo naa Nisha darling." Nisha sighed and whispered "..dear it is very fine.I like it.you are quite expert in fucking. badaaa majaa aa rahaa hai mujhe tumse chodwane mein dear. ..ooohhhhh dear tum bahut achchha chodte ho...aaaahhhhhh. ..uuuuuuhhhhhhhh hh...oooooffffff ff.. aurrr..ye
tumhara lamba aur mota lund..isane pehale to meri jaan nikal di..lekin abbbbbb..aahh… majaaa..aaa rahaaa haii..
ddeeaarrr you are an expert..you know how to fuck ..You know how to fuck a young woman..Ilike it.I like it dear..go on fucking me like that....yyoonn hii. haan ddeeaarr yoonn hii chodo mujhe.bass chodte
jaao mujhe.aabb kuchh nahin puchho..aaaj jii bhaar ke chodo mujhe.dear .haan dear jamm kaar chodai karo meri.tum baahut achchhe
ho.baass yyoon hi chodai karo

meri.oooohhhhhhh. .. khoob chodo mujhe." And I was fucking Nisha with full vigor and speed. She was encouraging me with her words and I was fucking her fast. I stood on my knees and started giving vigorous thrusts of my Lund into her lovely vagina caressing her hips. Nisha was trying to take all sorts of pleasure of fucking and at the same time she was giving me the
maximum pleasure. I was pushing my Lund harder and harder, faster and faster. We enjoyed fucking for quite some time. I took care of not ejaculating early so that I could continue fucking Nisha! . Finally my hot sperm was started ejaculating and we both were exhausted. We both were spent. We took rest in each others arms. She got up after about half an hour and brought hot milk from kitchen. We took the milk.


After a few moments we were energized again. We were aroused again. I again kissed her. I kissed and sucked her lips, breasts, nipples,
etc. Nisha told me to fuck her once again right then. I told her to change the posture. I suggested her to be in standing position and
lean with the help of the large table placed in the corner of the room. She immediately agreed and smiled in style. She did so as I suggested her. I pushed my Lund into her from behind. I started stroking her in standing position then. Nisha was sexy enough to throw her hips back to have my fully erect hard Lund inside her as
much as possible. She was trying to

accommodate me in more and more with her to and fro movements. So I found that she was not only hot and sexy but was a smart one also. I gradually increased my speed.I fucked her with full speed making very fast to and fro movement of my torso. Nisha was again
moaning and was praising me for fucking and
was encouraging me all through. I went on fucking like that. I fucked Nisha in that posture for a comparatively longer period that time.
After we were exhausted we again took rest. I fucked Nisha for six or seven rounds that night. Nisha was never behind. She always co-
operated me very well during fucking. We slept in the morning for an hour or so. As I awoke I asked Nisha for another round of fucking.
She asked me with srprise ".wow.to abhi tum thake nahin ho.ooooghhh raat bhar tumne meri chodai ki hai..aur phir aabb chodna chahte ho
mujhe.you are great. .I can not refuse my dear..pataa nahin phir kaab aisa mauka mile mujhe ki main tumse chodwanoon. aur phir jaab tum nahin thake ho to main naa nahin kar saktii hoon tumhein.main to aabb tumhari deewanee ho chuki hoon...come on dear jitna ji! i chahe chod lo mujhe..it is my pleasure dear.." I again fucked Nisha in different styles and positions.

She was giving me full co-operations. We went on enjoying fucking for much longer period. After we got exhausted... We took slept for about a couple of hour. When I awoke Nisha brought tea for us. We took tea. When I asked Nisha for more rounds of fucking, she laughed at me and told me that we would be alone in the house for a couple of days more, so I must conserve my energy for the coming nights. I hugged her and kissed. She also responded me with her hot kisses. I took bath and got ready. I went into the kitchen where Nisha was preparing food. I held her from behind. I kissed her and asked her ".Nisha how was the night.tumhein raat kaisa lagaa..majaa ayaa ki nahin.." Nisha told me in sexy style ".oohhh dear tum bade achchhe ho.saac much badaa majaa ayaa raat bhaar.dear you are really very strong and manly..main maan gayee dear ki tum saach much bade hi taakatwaar ho..meri choot abhi tak phuli huyi hai… lekin tumhare lund ki deewani ho gayi hai.and she kissed me turning towards me. She asked me ".achcha ye bataao main tumhein kaisi lagi." I replied her squeezing her chunchiyan ".
Nisha you are very fine. you are really vary hot and sexy. you are much sexier that what I had thought about you.you are great in the
bed. .It is nice fucking you..I would always like to fuck you. as long as I would stay here I would like to fuck you Nisha. haan darling Nisha main tumhein baar baar chodna

chahoonga.chodne dogi naa mujhe darling..." She replied ".dear main bhi tum se baar baar
chodwanaa chahoongi.jaab bhi mauka milegaa main tumse jaroor chodwaoongi. achchha aabb chhodo naa mujhe.mujhe khaanaa banaane do
naa dear." I kissed her and left her to do her works. I performed my daily routine works. I did the nursing home duty also; I mean took
there the food and other required items for the landlord there. I got back from my work place early. I took rest and went to the nursing home with Nisha along with the food, etc. Aftergetting back we both got into the bed room.

We kissed each other. We undressed each other quickly. I again started fucking Nisha. We enjoyed fucking for the whole night as earlier. She was all praise for me. We enjoyed fucking for three nights in a row. I always fucked Nisha to her satisfaction. After the return of her hubby I cloud not get the chance for at least a
fortnight. But again when he went away on business tour, I fucked Nisha for several rounds. So whenever we got the opportunity we
enjoyed fucking. Nisha was so bold that she offered herself to fuck her during the day time when her hubby was not on tour. So I used to
come during the lunch time and fucked her. So for a couple of months I fucked that young sexy woman Nisha.

WHITE SLAVE Part 3

Chris O’Brien took a glance around her, the plush red velvet draperies, the crystal chandelier casting glimmers of light over the potted palms in the corners of the restaurants… and wondered why she had been so reluctant to give up a night alone in her dumpy apartment for a French meal at Fisherman’s Wharf overlooking the San Francisco Bay.
She glanced around the restaurant again. The lights were low, the atmosphere hushed. Waiters moved across the deep carpet as quietly as cats. And Francois, her date for the evening, with his lean, handsome face, his classic features, the touch of gray at his temples that made him look even more distinguished than his accent could attest to. He’d sat opposite of her, choosing the perfect wine to go with the perfect meal he would select. Yes, Chris thought, there was no reason for her being so afraid when he’d come to the door.
She would try to act the lady, conversing fluently in French with this mysteriously good-looking gentleman, and remember her etiquette, squeezing her lemon with the prongs of the fork, dipping the soup spoon away instead of towards you… those tiny, yet consequential vignettes of cuisine that separated the more sophisticated from the lesser. And when the Chateaubriand for two would be served, she would not stuff herself, though it had been two weeks since she’d anything as delectable as a piece of piping hot meat steaming in front of her.
Between sips of her Fuisse Pouissy, Chris and Francois stared out over the blackened night, watching the ships slip by announced only by the low throaty moan of the fog horn. He’d been in merchant marine at one time, he told her through his mellifluously enunciated accent, and since then had made yearly trips back to the old sea port by the bay where he’s spent many a memorable evening parading up and down Broadway Street, watching the pimps, the barkers, and the prostitutes.
He asked about her background; the obvious questions a man who’s paid for an evening of womanly companionship wants to know. Had she traveled? Had she gone to school? And through it all, he hadn’t pried, hadn’t insinuated or demanded.
Even when he walked her to her door, he had remained a perfect gentleman, kissing her hand delicately and wishing her a good evening’s rest. Chris went to bed that evening of a full stomach and a prayer in her heart for Sandy. Sandy, maybe this once I misjudged you. A free meal and a few drinks, and I’ll be out of this mess you got us into. Yes, maybe for once you were right, Sandy.

*****
Stories below, Margaret Sorenson completed her nightly ritual of watching Johnie Carson on television while sipping a small glass of sherry. On the kitchen table sat two place settings; only one of them used. Roger had not shown up for dinner, despite the note of invitation she’d tacked to his door. When she had gone down to investigate at eight o’clock, just as she’d taken the roast out of the oven for the second time, she’d heard the unmistakable grunts and groans of lovemaking.
Roger was cheating on her again, she sniffed, blinking back a tear. Didn’t it matter she loved him? Didn’t he care after all she’d done for him? And the pain to think she’d let him take advantage of her like that… forcing her to use her mouth on him like some common whore.
Well, let him have his whores, his fast women who had to sell their bodies to stay alive. At least she still had her dignity, she resolved, getting up to switch off the television set and turning off the light, her apple cheeks reddened, partly from the sherry, and partly from the fury of her emotions.
Margaret Sorenson was a proud woman. No landlord could take advantage of her like that and get away with it. She would have her revenge. Time was on her side.
The stereo ground out an old Beatle’s tune, slowing now and then with the power failures typical of poorly wired urban apartment buildings. It may have been two high school girls dressing for their first dates, judging from the excitement and expectations, matching lipstick and nail polish, changing stockings and shoes.
“... It all went well last night then?” asked Sandy, stroking the hair brush through her long, thick locks.
“Perfect. Just perfect! In fact,” confessed Chris poking an earring through her pierced ear, “he was a real doll. Very mature and dignified and he didn’t even try to kiss me! God, maybe I have bad breath or something,” she chuckled, never loosing sight of her profile in the dressing mirror.
“That could almost get to be a drag,” mused Sandy, with raised eyebrows. “That has never happened to me, so I wouldn’t know.”
Chris snapped the earring shut. “Tell me about it, Sandy,” she said light-heartedly, but with a sting of sarcasm.
“Come on. I can’t help it if I like to make love. It’s the neatest thing in the world. Can you think of anything that feels any better?”
Chris laughed. “Its been so long I couldn’t say…”
Sandy turned from her girlfriend and searched through her big leather bag until she found the foil-wrapped packet she had stashed there for emergencies. Actually, it was Roger’s idea, but she had to agree it was a good one. “Chris, come on, this will get you in a party mood.”
Chris looked up, saw that Sandy was holding a lighted cigarette in her hand. She held the lighted stick of marijuana in offering and Chris accepted it, though reluctantly. Too many times she’d let herself loose control while stoned; it was a vice she had grown wary of.
“I’m no sure…”
“Don’t be such a prude!” chided Sandy, taking a deep puff herself. “Here, smoke a little. C’mon.” She held the hand-rolled cigarette to Chris’ lips; first the blonde turned away, but then when it was obvious that Sandy would persist, she reluctantly took one tiny puff. A tingle of warmth followed the sweet-smelling smoke down her throat and along the nerve channels of her body; just the one puff was enough to bring a wave of relaxation to her excited body. She felt her mind loosen as if obeying some secret command; another, deeper drag followed, then still another…
Soon, in minutes, or in hours, they had finished the joint and Sandy had produced another from her tin foil packet. Chris didn’t hesitate this time; the nerve-soothing drug seemed to answer a deep inner need, and the inbred instinct to resist it had been destroyed.
“There, you feel more like partyin’ now without getting goose bumps?” Sandy asked her shy friend.
Chris nodded. “Yes, thanks. I feel a lot… a lot better now.” Her words were beginning to blur together, and she hesitated at places that needed no pause.
“Now about tonight. We’re getting paid one hundred dollars each since this is a private party that Roger is giving for some business friends. Is that cool with you?” asked the brunette watching her friends eyes sparkle with dollar signs.
“That sounds okay to me!” burst Sandy, stepping into her platform shoes. She always waited ‘til the last minute to put them on out of consideration for the neighbors below who had to listen to the heavy clump, clump of her wooden heels. Bending over to secure the straps and buckle the tiny metal fastener at her slim ankle, Chris lost her balance and fell on her buttocks, with a groan.
Sandy looked down at her stoned friend. “For God’s sakes, Chris, get your act together. We’re supposed to be calm and sophisticated debutantes, remember? Not a couple of burned out hippies.”
“All right, all right,” snapped Chris defensively before bursting into giggles.
Sandy headed toward the living room and called over her shoulder to Chris, still in her bedroom. “Why don’t you make yourself a cup of coffee! I’m going down to see if everything is cool with Roger.” The door slammed behind her and Chris, kicking off her uncomfortable shoes, padded in her level bare feet to the kitchen.
“Roger!” Sandy knocked on the door and was greeted on the second knock, but she didn’t step in; there wasn’t time.
“Howdy, Sandy. Everything set?”
“Just like you said. A few pulls on the grass and she’s ready for anything. Grass does that to her.” Sandy leaned against the door jam and stared at a scrawled note that lay on the doormat. Stooping over, she picked it up and handed it to Roger. “Looks like this is for you. Must have blown off the door.”
“Thanks,” said the landlord, scanning the pencil-written note. His eyes narrowed disconcertedly, a gesture Sandy did not fail to notice.
“What’s the matter? Somebody’s tub overflow?” she giggled.
“Naw. It’s from Margaret… she lives upstairs from me. Christ, I wish she would stop nagging me. Goddamn women, can’t leave me alone,” he chuckled egocentrically. “Ah,” he sneered. “She’s just a dumb immigrant from the old country,” he said, mimicking Margaret’s Swedish accent.
“Anyway, I came down to see if everything’s okay. I’m sure I can handle those friends of yours, but I’m not too sure about Chris. She’s pretty shy, you know.”
“Just keep gettin’ her loaded. She’ll be okay.”
He kissed her on the forehead and she sauntered down the musty smelling hallway, passing by door after door, hearing muffled sounds of the evening news, mixed with low conversation and the heady smell of dinner wafting out from under closed doors. Sandy had one hand on the railing when something behind her made her jump.
Appearing from nowhere — she had to be hiding in the hall to go unnoticed — Sandy spied a blonde haired woman, mature and buxom in her tight fitting cotton dress. Smiling, Sandy turned to greet her, to say hello, but the woman stiffened and brushed on by, her mouth turned down in a hateful grimace at the sight of the young black haired girl who’d replaced her in Roger’s life.
Margaret’s low-heeled shoes pounded rhythmically on the threadbare carpeting of the steps, then silenced as she reached the hallway above and charged for the quiet of her modest apartment. The tears she’s struggled to hold within burst free and she collapsed on her bed.
She’d heard it all. So that’s what Roger thought of her? A stupid Swede from the old country. Margaret took one loving glance at Sandor’s photograph and plotted her revenge. And, she the goods on him, she mused with a sudden taste for retaliation. In the last three days that she’d been following him, she learned enough about him to make a complaint to somebody. Who, she wasn’t certain of, but there had to be laws against pandering women and reading other people’s mail as she’d seen him do through the window of his living room where she’d stood on the fire escape.

*****
Chris’ mouth just sort of hung open for a minute as she mindlessly climbed the last of the carpeted steps and walked into Roger’s apartment where the blaring sounds of music could be heard, along with the wafting smell of sweet-smelling hashish being burned in a pipe. “You didn’t say anything about dope, Sandy. You know what happens to me when I get stoned. I loose control and do things I shouldn’t. I don’t want these men to think I’m a common whore.”
Suddenly there was a tall, well dressed Spanish-looking man standing before her, looking very grim at first, but quickly smiling warmly. “Hello, I’m Jose. You must be Chris.”
“Yes… uh, how do you do?” she managed weakly.
Before either of them could speak again, there was a loud booming bass-drum of a voice from inside. “Bring ‘em on in, Jose! The party’s on in here!” They were quickly hustled to the living room in the back where Roger had replaced the normal lightbulbs for red ones. Chris was astonished to see that she and Sandy were the only women at the party. In the living room several men — she couldn’t count — sat around smoking hashish and cigarettes. Jose introduced the girls to each man individually.
One man, taller then the others, held out his hand and Chris took it instinctively. His name was Neil. Typical of the Spanish, he had large brown eyes and perfect white teeth. Chris’ grimace faded to a slow growing smile. These men looked undemanding and well-dressed; there was no reason for her to feel like a cheap date. Whatever happened would be worth it, wouldn’t it? After tonight, she could forget about paying the rent, forget about having to find a job; and for all that she’d do anything.
“Let me get you a drink,” Jose offered, heading for the kitchenette to pour two glasses of wine for the girls. Chris felt uncomfortably like a harem girl on the sale block, but she resigned herself to enduring it. There were whispered asides and chuckles from some of the men who sat busily eyeing the two girls. The opinions of a bunch of strangers meant nothing to her, not in the face making one hundred dollars for being sociable!
She moved without thinking, following the others like a dumb steer in a moving herd; and when she was called upon to speak, she opened her mouth and somehow, the words came out. Another joint was making the rounds, a different kind this time, something one of the Mexican men pulled out of his jacket. Chris dutifully took her puff in turn, and nearly choked at the incredible potency of this grass. Jesus, it was nothing like the other! This was so strong it made her dizzy as she held it in her lungs!

*****
Whatever it was that happened next, in the next hour — or was it two hours? — is anybody’s guess, for surely Chris will never know. All she remembers now is that she took another drag from the tiny tightly-rolled joint with the pinpoint of glowing red ember on the end, and before she knew it, the room had changed. Some of the men had left, gone were the soft red lamps, and in their place was an unused bedroom, strewn and soiled and cigarette-burned mattresses, lighted with three candles jammed into the necks of empty wine bottles; it looked more like a fraternity house, she later mused, than an adult’s apartment.
Sandy was there, and both of the Mexican men — Jose and Neil — and three other men from the party, one she remembered. Doug. Just she and Sandy and five men!
I must be going nuts! What am I doing in this room with these people? And smoking grass, I’ve never been so loaded in my life. Have I completely lost my mind?
“Here, honey, try some,” said a voice. It was Sandy, holding what looked like a tiny silver spoon between her fingers, filled with some powdery grains.
“What is it?” she asked. “I don’t need anything more except for a cup of strong coffee.”
“This is far better than coffee, honey,” laughed one of the men. “It’s cocaine.”
Chris drew in her breath. “Oh no,” she gasped. “I’ve had enough.”
Sandy squeezed her shoulder affectionately. “Chris, it’s not hard stuff. In fact, it’s not addictive at all. It’ll make you feel a lot better, clear your head. It’s really good for making you think clearly. Go ahead, just sniff it up your nose and hold it, and don’t sneeze, it you can help it.”
Sandy held the miniature spoon under her nostril and Chris, finally, breathed it up into her sinuses, but she wasn’t prepared for what she experienced. Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, everything intensified, all her thoughts seemed ordered and well-contained. And this room, this whole scene, seemed somehow under control, as if nothing could happen to her because she knew what was going on and was in control of every second. It was weird, wonderfully weird, the feeling of exhilaration and power and confidence that that one sniff of the powder had given her.
But there was something else, something Sandy and the others knew about, but Chris had yet to learn. Another of the interesting side effects of cocaine, and effect the boys and Sandy were quite looking forward to… cocaine is one of nature’s best aphrodisiacs! With a little coke… man, the feelings! Jose’s people had a saying, “A little coke makes any cock bigger!” and it was true, nothing heightened the feelings and the sensations of fucking better! What Chris didn’t realize was that she had just inhaled enough into her brain to turn her into a helpless, uncontrolled sex-machine!
Chris was wearing a yellow jumpsuit that perfectly set off the beautiful curves of her long trim thighs and calves, and she had risen to her feet, a little unsteadily at first from the feeling of exhilaration of the coke, and was weaving slowly and gently to to the sound of recorded music from the large speakers in Roger’s living room beyond. Like every room in the house, the bedroom was wired for music.
Chris felt lightheaded, as if she would float off the edge of the chair if she didn’t hold on. She became fascinated with the red shadows cast by the red lightbulbs.
Swaying smoothly from side to side, Sandy reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her garment. She pulled slowly on the zipper of the jumpsuit, one arm swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to remove her clothes before these strangers. Chris, like the two men beside her, was entranced, mesmerized by what her roommate was about to do. Sandy was a fantastic dancer, and Chris never wearied of watching her perform, whether it was in front of a bedroom mirror or in public. The girl definitely had a gift for rhythm.
The anticipation charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electric current. The brunette’s hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with a growing lustful intensity as the two men and Chris looked on excitedly. She tossed her long black hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music.
She eased the zipper down to her navel exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start the two Mexicans breathing quickly and heavily. Her ripely full young breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her garment peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds of warm flesh. One last tug, and they were free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to side. Jose and Neil’s eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly lascivious display, this beautiful young white girl stripping before their eyes, stripping herself to her ripe, full nakedness. But best of all, she was going to be theirs for fucking. Jose and Neil knew why this had been planned — they’d have to be fools not to know this whole thing was set up to be nothing more that the Roman coliseum spectacles, Nubian savages hauled to Rome to amuse the funseekers. This was what was expected of them, and they knew it, but it didn’t matter — not with a couple of chicks like this! Neither of them had had college girls before, and to start with one like this brunette, Christ, it was too good to be true. Who cared who saw it! They’d give them a show, all right, show these other men what a real man could do with a hot-blooded girl like this. Yes sir, they’d give them a show they’d never forget!
Jose could feel his cock already aching painfully inside his pants, straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to penetrate this lovely creature. He tried to imagine what her pussy would be like… wet and soft, pink and warm and vulnerable… just waiting for his long, hard, big brown cock to fill her like she’d never been filled before.
Sandy lifted one softly firm breast with her hand, just enough to feel its full voluptuousness as it stood taut, high and quivering from the touch of her own fingers slowly flowing caressingly over the warmly supple flesh. Her gleaming tits seemed to be swirling in a dance of their own, shivering with the beat of the music as it wafted from the wall-mounted speakers, inviting the two men forward as the others watched. Their eyes were agog, as Sandy urged Jose and Neil to take her throbbing nipples in their hotly wet mouths, seemingly begging them to answer the gnawing, churning animal need in her white belly — a need as old as the beginning of time.
Balancing on one foot, she tugged the jumpsuit down to her ankles and yanked it off, then removed the other side, leaving nothing but her little pink panties between the eyes of the men and her own delicious nakedness. Chris was staring, watching with eyes that saw but did not believe. Sandy’s tiny panties were not enough to cover completely her magnificently formed buttocks, as she spun slowly around before them, they could all see where the long flowing curve of her smoothly unblemished back soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching fleshy swell of her buttocks. Half of each firm, ivory white cheek was nakedly revealed beneath the taut sheerness of her panties. Above, in the deep arch of her back, her two dimples peered back at them like warm, black eyes at the tip of her spine.
Except for the sound of the music, there wasn’t a noise to be heard in the stuffy, close room as the drugged girl ground her ripely flaring hips back and forth at her hypnotized audience, daring anyone to yank the thin filmy panties down from her slender young waist, over the tenderly sensitive flesh of her smooth inner thighs. Her fingers hooked in the tight band of her panties, and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over the full ripe swell of her buttocks, her back demurely turned like a professional stripper might, and her ass poked out in jaunty invitation toward the perspiring audience.
They gasped aloud, all of them, at their first real glimpse of the gorgeous young white girl’s warmly naked ass, the glow of light form the candles reflecting as if in a mirror on the smoothly gleaming flesh of her full rounded mounds. Slowly, she rolled the panties down over the firmly jutting cheeks of her ass, stretching them as they tightened in the crevice beneath the smooth curve of her bottom-cheeks, where the soft swell joined her milky thighs. She leaned forward, pushing out her exposed buttocks at the two Mexicans, rotating it lustily in an unmistakable lewd sexual invitation.
She revelled in what she was doing — offering herself bodily to two Mexicans, right here in her landlord’s apartment! The wicked, forbidden thrill of it all wildly excited her, and she hungered for their huge brown pricks inside of her, fucked hard and deep between her white milky thighs.
She reached back with her bare arms and spread the twin mounds apart, obscenely displaying the tightly puckered little brown ring of her anus, the taut nether ring opening and closing as she tensed the strong muscles in her ass. Over the whispered, excited mumblings of the three other men, Jose and Neil’s heavy breathing drowned out all other sounds in the small candle-lit room. Nothing was in their minds now except the hotly beckoning little hole of the young brunette’s anus, puckered open like a small taut mouth just waiting for the long stiff lengths of their aching cocks to bore deep up into her insides, to tunnel into her back hole like miners searching for gold.
Sandy’s nakedly gleaming ass rotated on its own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned back around, facing the two Mexicans, seemingly mindless of her friend. Chris, sitting stupefied to her right and stoned out of her mind from the powerful combination of marijuana and cocaine, watching everything with glazed, unbelieving eyes. With both hands, Sandy lifted the bountiful fullness of her breasts, offering them wordlessly to the two brown men. Jose and Neil were the only men standing now; the other men had retreated to the living room, their hands in their laps to conceal their aching hard-ons as they watched this nakedly luscious white girl offer herself like a slave to the boys. They had not paid for the right to enjoy these two girls, much to their chagrin. But fair was fair, after all.
Now Sandy tantalizingly opened her palms down over the trim curve of her waist, over the smooth expanse of flesh warmly gleaming in the candle light. With her thumbs, she caught the elastic band of her panties, now covering only the soft thicket of pubic hair at the bottom of her pelvis, and the moistly heated pink lips beneath. Her thighs parted as she lowered the filmy nylon garment like a flat of unconditional surrender, nakedly exposing the vee at the top of her supple thighs in the flickering candlelight of that heated room. She continued to teasingly peel the tight-fitting panties down over her hips and along her bare legs; then she stepped out of them and tossed them at Jose’s feet.
In the closed room, the air was suddenly charged as if by lightning bolts; she was no completely naked before the two Mexican men and the men peeking around the door jam from the living room. There was nothing left to the imagination. Chris was shocked back to reality; she tried to look away, to hide her face from this wanton spectacle, as if it was wrong for her to be there, to see her friend degrade herself this way. But the incredible combination of marijuana and cocaine once again asserted its grip on her — she couldn’t look away! She was drawn back to the salacious scene as if by some ancient black magic ritual, to the wickedly exciting vision of her old friend stripped naked like this in front of these men, two of them weren’t even Americans!
Sandy opened her legs, giving the closest ones, Jose and Neil, an unobstructed view of her nakedly unguarded cuntal hole and her puckered pussy lips moistly glistening with her own love juices. There was a sudden rustling as the three heated men from the living room made a mad dash, shuffling for positions on the mattresses, maneuvering for a better glimpse of this brunette’s lewd dance. Next time they would know better; when Roger said he had two hot ones, he meant hot!
“Bet you’d like some of that, huh, Neil?” shouted one hootingly.
“You better believe it, brother,” came his fast, unruffled reply. He knew what they were thinking… but to hell with all of them! He was going to get some white pussy tonight, and it suited him all the better that these other men would bear witness. This way, nobody would ever doubt his story, and besides, he liked the idea of others watching as one of their friends got fucked.
Sandy leaned backwards, scraping her long lustrous hair to the floor as she swept her head wildly from side to side. The tempo of the music from the speakers had suddenly picked up and with it, Sandy’s savagely wanton dance grew more and more frantic, flickering colors radiated from the melting candles to cast a thousand different multi-colored shadows along the warmly gleaming curves and valleys of her ripe young body.
With a teasing, tormenting grin, she brought her hands from behind and slipped them down over her body into the warm crevice between her parted thighs. Her fingers spread the pink ragged lips of her pussy as she leaned back, opening the moistly hot passage to the hungry stares of all five men.
Jose could take it no longer — not that he was any more excited than his friend Neil, it was just simply that Jose was too far gone from the cocaine and grass to respond as quickly and he stood mesmerized by the girl’s writhing passion. But not Jose! In what seemed less than an instant, he moved in close to the nakedly dancing girl, unbuttoning his trousers and dropping them to the floor as he stepped clear of them.
Baby, oh, baby, this here cock of mine is goin’ so deep inside your sweet littl’ white ass you’ll think it’s comin’ out the top of your head!
“Come here, baby. I’ve got some good, good meat for you!” And as he spoke, he pulled off his undershorts and yanked them down his muscular brown legs. His enormous cock sprang up like a frightened stallion, hard and gleaming along its full thick length. Sandy looked only at his huge, frightening cock, sticking out from his rock-hard loins like a flag staff from the side of a building. And suddenly she was afraid… It’ll kill me! I’ve never seen a cock so huge! I could never take that thing up inside me!
He circled her like a lion stalking his prey, sizing up her youthfully firm nakedness, exploring with his hungry eyes every inch, every crevice of her deliciously ripe young body. She trembled as she anticipated what was next, fearful literally for her life as she stared in horrified fascination at the awesome symbol of his manhood rising from his sweating pelvis like some vicious weapon. His brown muscles rippled as he moved, obviously he was in excellent physical condition, probably a weight lifter or a physical fitness nut. She couldn’t see an ounce of flab anywhere on his body, his legs and arms were thick and full, with hard curves tracing the lines of his well-developed muscles. He had the look of power about him, and Sandy suddenly had the terrifying feeling that she was going to be raped by an animal, that his awesome sexual energy was somehow linked to that untapped forbidding well of animal passion, the jungles of the Amazon itself.
He could feel his balls aching with desire as he looked over the naked young girl; he’d never seen one so beautiful before, as he’d only been in the states a few days.
“Oh honey, I’m going to fuck you, sweet white bitch, like you’ve never been fucked before, you little Gringo! I’m gonna make you wish you’d been born brown like me so you could have had me all your life!”
He wished he could see into the other girl’s mind, know what she must be thinking as she watched her girl friend about to get fucked by a Mexican. Shit, she was probably soaked between her legs just from looking at his cock! Wait ‘til she sees it goin’ in nice and easy, all wet and slick and hard, sunk to the hilt in this white bitch’s cunt!
“Down on your knees, bitch! I got something I want first… you take care of me, and I’ll do the same for you.”
Sandy obeyed without daring to question his order, dropping instantly down on all fours at the huge naked man’s feet, her bare thighs and soft white buttocks quivering helplessly as she cringed before him awaiting his command. She was a bought woman and she knew it.
Sandy was a shivering mass of sensitized nerve endings as she knelt before him, worked into a sexual frenzy by the fury of her own lascivious striptease, and now, uncontrollably, she found herself reaching for the incredibly long shaft of his glistening brown cock; reverently, in awe, her fingers sought to touch it, to do homage to its majestic hugeness as it stood out, now fully hard and erect, like a boom of a sailing ship from his wiry loins. A minuscule seeping of his seminal fluid poised on the blood-engorged tip of the enormous organ.
He kneeled over her straddling her and wallowing in the reckless thrill of watching this brunette, sex-crazy white bitch writhing so voluptuously between his legs, her fingers gently, lovingly, wrapped around the wrist-thick shaft of his brown prick and he inched forward, on his knees now, pushing her back onto the mattress until the soft white flesh of her body was flattened beneath him. He eased forward, lasciviously rubbing his naked crotch along a trim supple length of her helplessly writhing form, his brown thighs and heavy dark balls insinuating themselves over the smooth whiteness of her translucent young skin; his buttocks pressed down onto the smoothly rounded nakedness of the white Gringo’s bare breasts and he could feel the tiny pink tips of her hard little nipples rubbing against his ass as she squirmed in nervous anticipation beneath him. He caught a glimpse of the three other men out of the corner of his vision, all of them hunched excitedly on their mattress perches, their mouths hanging open laxly as they watched this wanton spectacle unfolding before their amazed eyes. Fuck, he’d give ‘em all a show!
“Open those pretty little lips, cause I want a little cock-sucking first.”
Sandy knew better than to resist now; the man’s feelings, a long time of desire and frustration, were all reflected in his dark eyes; and suddenly, she knew this was to be a long, long night.
With one hand, he lifted her head, gripping the thick black hair and pulling her up toward his long impatiently throbbing cock. With the other, he forced the lengthy dark shaft of his danglin cock downward so that it brushed the girl’s wetly ovalled lips. He circled her mouth with the swollen dark head, brushing a thin smear of the white seminal discharge from the end of it over her lips and chin.
“Open your mouth… nice and wide!” Sandy reluctantly obeyed, though the humiliation of lewdly lying like this before her best friend and the other men was far worse than she could have ever imagined. Her mind was still reeling from the drugs, and she fantasized that she was a Mexican wife, caught as hostage by a revolting crowd of Mexican peasants. And now, as an example to the others, she was to be wantonly, inhumanely, ravished and abused… an outlet for hundreds of years of denials and frustrated repression.
Jose slipped the thick hard head of his cock along her saliva-thickened tongue and deep into her mouth, filling it completely as it snaked slowly down her throat. She clamped her lips around the huge brown cock, and then began licking wildly at the swollen, throbbing tip, swirling her tongue over the sensitive little hole at the end. In her state of drug-induced fantasizing, she felt she was still the plantation owner’s wife and that she had to do her best to please him, for she shuddered to think what those enormous brown hands of his could do to her frail body is she displeased him, refused him any favors, no matter how degrading or disgusting.
Sandy couldn’t see Chris or Neil, but she knew they would be watching as she hungrily licked and swirled her quivering pink tongue along the full brown length of his glistening cock imbedded in her mouth. It reflected the flickering candlelight as it slithered wetly from her wide-stretched, ovalled lips; every thrust forward of his kinky-haired pelvis shoved the huge throbbing cock further down her bruised throat passage. The girl explored every pore of the enormous prick, holding her fingers securely around its thick hairy base as she felt the shivers of heatedly savage desire rippling through his belly as her tongue licked the distended tip clean of its sticky seminal emissions. His deep painful thrusts became faster as she swirled her tongue tantalizingly around the throbbing head.
Jose couldn’t take his eyes off the squirming, totally naked body of the young white girl lying so helplessly beneath him. He could feel her warmly taut breasts heaving under him, her nipples poking into the brown flesh of his ass as she breathed heavily in her wanton excitement. Her pale-pink lips were stretched grotesquely as she strained to fit the thick bulk of his brown prick buried to the hilt in her throat, gagging as she tried vainly to accommodate the hot fleshy cudgel that threatened to completely choke her any second. Her dark hair fanned out behind her like a halo; she was a white love Goddess… and she was his to do with as he pleased.
His balls rubbing over his chin, he stepped up the pace of his assault on her white face, grinding his pelvis against her until her nose was rubbing into the hairs above his cock.
It was nearly impossible to swallow, for the thick pulsing head of his prick filled her tender throat hole to capacity. She waited until there was a chance, when his cock was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back thrust, and gulped down a quick swallow of saliva and seminal juices that were almost choking her. It felt better now, her throat muscles relaxed, and the thick shaft bored even deeper into her hotly working mouth. His hands were on her hips, unnecessary now for she offered him no resistance, and he was grinning broadly as he watched the naked young girl beneath his sperm-laden testicles gulping and swallowing to take in every inch of his hardened cock. He suddenly stepped up the pace faster still, ramming the full throbbing length far down her throat, as his sweaty pelvis pushed hard against her face. He didn’t look around, but he knew his friends must be going out of their minds watching a show like this. But dammit, he’d paid enough for this little bitch to put out for him, and he was going to get his moneys worth.
Sandy caught a glimpse of Neil, standing just a few feet away. He had his cock out! It was as big as his friend Jose’s, and he looked as though he aimed to use it!
Jose suddenly jerked back as if in terrific pain, his head thrown back, his mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thick brown cock as far as it would go down the bruised throat of the girl, his sperm-bloated balls dangling over her chin, his loins pressed tight against her face. She couldn’t breathe — the huge shaft blocked her throat and his wetly matted hair covered her nostrils like a damp cloth… and then it happened. The final act in this lascivious tableau, the ultimate humiliation. The enormous brown hose tightly imbedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its white hot load deep down into her belly, spurt after spurt of the thick fluid cascaded down her bruised throat in wet, oozing waves, soothing the battered and ravaged flesh as it drained salaciously down into her white heaving belly. Sandy’s cheeks hollowed to contain the flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips to stream down her cheek to the floor below as she lay on her back, naked and helpless, her legs apart so that the others could see far up between her thighs. They saw her naked hairlined slit, as well as the wanton sight of her milking this brown man’s balls dry. And they all found their arousal growing hotter with each passing second.
“That’s it, bitch, every drop! Suck it clean, honey!” Jose crooned, a satisfied grin on his darkly handsome face.
The pungent liquid filled her mouth as one last time she gulped it down to join the rest filling her excitedly quivering belly. He gave one last shuddering gasp, smashing his loins down against her face, smearing the hotly oozing flow around her nose and cheeks, as the huge brown organ began to soften, turning rubbery between her tightly compressed lips. He pulled it free with a lewd sucking sound, and it trailed a stream of white sticky sperm over her naked young breasts and along her belly as he rocked back onto his heels. Sandy could breathe again freely for the first time since he had crouched over her, and her bulging breasts rose and fell as she gasped hungrily to fill her aching lungs.
For the first time since he’d started fucking her, there was whispered conversation again in the dimly-lit room from the other men huddled together a few feet away, their eyes on Chris as she sat on the edge of a mattress, her eyes glazed over from the drugs.
“Well, how about you, Neil?” hooted one of the men. “Think you can top that?” Neil was standing to the side his hand already on his waiting, eagerly throbbing cock. Chris turned instinctively and gasped as she saw it, only vaguely aware that it was meant for her. She had fleeting thoughts of running, of escaping, but for the moment, she was paralyzed, unable even to stand unaided.
“Hey, honey,” came the menacing voice. Chris turned and faced its source. “Looks like you and me got somethin’ to work on.”
The befuddled young girl felt hands touch her shoulders, then her arms, and suddenly there seemed to be strong male hands all over her, pushing her, prodding her to her feet.
The jeering voices came through the darkness again, over the raucous roar of the stereo speakers. “C’mon girl, here’s your chance for some meat! Let’s see what you can do!”

WHITE SLAVE Part 2

Chris listened apprehensively to the key turning in the lock, waiting for her roommate to step through the door. They’d have to discuss their money tragedy, Chris knew, and this might be the last free moment of Sandy’s man-hungry day before the telephone started ringing and the doorbell buzzing.
“Hi, ya!” beamed Sandy, closing the door behind her handing Chris her mail. “Here… look.” She thrust an official looking envelope in Chris’ hands. “Food-stamps. First of the month. What do you say we buy a couple of Porterhouse steaks and celebrate? God, it seems like an eternity since we’ve had a real meal,” she complained, collapsing on the faded velour couch with a squeak of the protesting springs. “Mine came too, only I got them for a whole family.”
“What? But Sandy, you don’t have a family. How did you get $128 worth?” She waved the envelope accusingly in the air, one hand on her levied hip.
The black-headed girl shrugged casually. “Simple, I just told them I had a husband home sick, and this neat looking guy told me to follow him and fill out the forms.” She pulled open her shoulderbag, and, searching for her pack of cigarettes, found them and tore open the top and shook out two, one for each of them.
Chris hissed through clenched teeth. “Damn it, Sandy. That’s fraud! Don’t you read the newspapers?” she blurted heatedly. “They’re cleaning house down at the welfare department. Anybody who’s caught telling lies to get foodstamps is up for fraud, and that’s a federal offense.”
Sandy tutted. “Oh, don’t be silly Chris. How is anybody going to find out I don’t have a husband and two kids? Why don’t you look at the bright side?” The green eyed girl spread her hands and shrugged. “We’re getting $128 worth of free food and you’re complaining? It was easy: I borrowed somebody’s kids in exchange for a joint. No big deal.” Her long lithe arm reached over to the end table and long red fingertips clutched the match book.
Chris’ platform shoes made clunking sounds as she nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Oh swell. Just don’t call me up when the authorities start looking for you!” They were riding the red line of poverty, and it was wearing on both girl’s patience.
Sandy stood up on one foot to light Chris’ cigarette off of her own smoldering one, then handed it to her grateful roommate. That last cigarette butt just hadn’t cut it.
“And what about the rent?” Chris blinked as the pungent smoke attacked her eyes with the first heavy draw on the virgin cigarette. “Any idea how we’re going to pay that? God, do you have any idea of how much we owe Roger as of tomorrow?” She counted it out on her fingers, letting her lit cigarette dangle unfemininely from her lips. “$140 for last month and the same for this month. That’s $280 we have no way of earning.”
Sandy’s green eyes fastened on her roommate, and blinked in downcast acquiesence. Chris was right, there was no way to avoid that horrifying truth. Yes, they were in trouble and it was mostly her fault. But why couldn’t Chris understand that was why she’d gone to the welfare office and lied to the social worker. The dark haired girl drew in her breath with a desperate gasp. The Aid to Dependent Children form she’d filled out this morning was a lie too! What if Chris were right? What if she did get caught for welfare fraud! Oh, Jesus! But at the time, she thought defensively, she was certain she was doing the right thing. And everybody did it; it was no big thing. California the welfare state and all that jive…
“Listen,” gestured Sandy with the palm of her hand. “I’ll talk to Roger myself. I know that creep who ripped off your money was my responsibility. I’m in the wrong… as usual,” the emotional girl said for the thousandth time in her life, “and I’ll go down to talk to Roger. Okay?”
Chris, seeing the distraught look in her roommate’s eyes, felt instantly repentant for her emotional outburst and accusations, though most of them remained unspoken. “I’m sorry, Sandy,” sighed Chris, sinking to her knees and grabbing her friend’s hand in hers. “I don’t mean to sound like such a bitch. It’s just that I’m really disappointed in everything that’s happened to us since we’ve been in San Francisco. No job, no money, no chance to go out and explore… and no dates… well you’ve had no problems in that department, but I’m not as outgoing as you are,” she admitted with a wince. “I don’t mean to get so uptight.”
Sandy stroked her friend’s hair with sisterly affection. “That’s okay, Chris. I understand. But I hope it won’t hurt your feelings if I tell you that since you and Mark broke up last spring you’ve been really uptight. I know what you need,” grinned Sandy with a knowing smirk. She nodded her head for emphasis. “Yeah, that’s the problem,” she giggled giving her friend’s head a loving pat.
Chris stared up into her roommate’s twinkling, devilishly green eyes. The truth was written there by the hand of experience. If anyone should know the merits of a healthy sex life, it was Sandy — unattestably Sandy.
“Hey, friend,” soothed Sandy. “Why don’t you go in and take a good hot bath. I just brought some vanilla scented bubble bath from this neat store that sells nothing but organic products.” She tutted with self-recrimination. “I know I shouldn’t have spent the money,” she admitted, rolling her eyes in her flirtatious manner, and sticking out her pouty lower lip like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar and trying to lie his way out of it. “But the clerk told me it had the correct PH balance and all that… well, I just couldn’t resist. Anyway, take a hot bath, calm down and sprinkle some of that vanilla bubble bath in. It smells so sexy!”
“Sounds good to me,” smiled Chris heading for the bathroom, wondering how Sandy could con her into anything, marveling at her magic touch.
With Sandy’s giggle still ringing in her ears, Chris turned on the radio and sauntered toward the bathroom and pulled off her tee shirt and Levi’s, leaving her bikini and bra on long enough to dart to her bedroom and pull a fresh towel from her bureau drawer.
Later, as the blonde haired girl prepared to step into the warm, sudsy bath water she had drawn, her reflection in the cracked mirror caught her eye. On the whole she was satisfied with what she saw. She was not as full breasted as her teasingly voluptuous roommate, but her breasts were firm and round. Testing the bathwater with her toe, she unsnapped her bra and pulled it from her arms, then pulled down and kicked off her panties.
Chris stared into the mirror again, this time running her hands over her satin-smooth skin, and bringing up both palms to cup the rounded swells of her lushly ripening young breasts, rolling the erectile nipples between her fingers until they were distended and the areolas puckered up around them, the warm flush of tumescence spreading through her — the feeling of need, of desire, of sexuality. She turned for a profile view. Maybe Sandy was right: what she needed was a good long roll in the hay.
If only Mark were here, she thought temptingly, stepping into the tepid bath tub and sighing as the warm water lapped at her worried body. Yes, Mark, she ah-ah-ed, slipping down in the tub ‘til her blonde hair floated on the vanilla bubbles. Mark had been her steady date through most of her sophomore year in college and into her third year, too. It had been mostly for companionship that they spent time together studying and going to football games; suddenly, and without their even knowing, their innocent infatuation filled with hand-holding and necking, gave way to desperately passionate sessions in Chris’ apartment. Chris’ resistance weakened further every time until finally there had come the inevitable loss of her virginity.
Being a virgin wasn’t something she had particularly relished, not a life-creed to be carried around on a signboard, just something that seemed right for her. The voluptuous blonde had never really made any plans about keeping her virginity, or about losing it, for that matter. But when it happened, it just happened. It was something she regretted now, not only because her parents had come for that God-awful surprise visit the next day, but because she hadn’t anything… or anybody… to show for it now.
The blonde, relishing in the feminine feel of the suds remembered that night, that awful regrettable night. As if to scatter those thoughts to the wind, she dipped her hand into the suds and blew a stream of bubbles into the moist air watching them as they popped and dissipated like time itself.
Mark. A perfect gentleman… most of the time, mused Chris now, feeling sexy and feminine mummified in the vanilla bubbles. She remembered, too, the Hawaiian sarong she had worn to the springtime fraternity party, how daring she felt knowing one pull on that rope belt and her breasts would come tumbling free. She’d felt devilishly sinful that night, it may have been the full moon, she later thought. But the boilermakers — the virgin’s lethal drink made of tasteless wood alcohol and Hawaiian punch — had a lot to do with it! It had tasted so good she’d had a glass, though she seldom drank… then another, and another.
After the dance he’d driven her home and carried her to the door. Apparently Sandy had let him in, but she could hardly blame her roommate for that; Mark had spent many nights in their apartment when he didn’t feel like going back to his fraternity house room which he shared with a frat brother. Mark had slung the door open with his shoulder and lay the lush half-conscious body out on the soft mattress.
“Oh,” she’d mumbled thickly, stirring uneasily in her alcohol-sodden slumber. “Have I been asleep? Mark, I’m so drunk!”
“That’s okay,” the broad shouldered fraternity boy replied soothingly, not wanting her to regain full consciousness just yet. It had been an age old tradition in the fraternity; if you can’t get your girl to make it with you after the Hawaiian dance, all bets were off you ever would. Besides, he’d had a bet riding on it. “You’ll feel fine in the morning,” he reassured.
Chris couldn’t help but giggle drunkenly at the thought of Mark playing nurse to her. But his thick strong fingers proved agile enough as he pulled on the rope belt that held that single piece of fabric snug to her lithe body, and slid the garment gently over her head, revealing most of her supple tempting young bodily curves to his avidly searching eyes.
Suddenly, Mark had become a man possessed, a maniac driven only by his intense animal lust for her body. Nothing else mattered to him that instant but fucking his long, painfully hard cock into that warm hair-lined pussy no man had ever touched, that damply glistening cleft he’d hungered for so long. She was a woman to him now, a desirable young woman to be taken, a virgin born for his sacrifice.
He reached for her, grabbing her roughly before she had time to react, before she could even cry out in surprise, a deep beast-like groan erupting from his throat as he pulled her roughly in prone position on the bed.
“Please, Mark, please… we can’t… w-we can’t!” she moaned piteously as he held her down with one lust-strengthened hand and ran the other greedily over the lush contours of her nakedly struggling body, kneading her ripe succulent breasts cruelly with hands now beyond his control, hands that acted as if they were possessed with a spirit beyond his own. Pinkish ridges of her softly delicate flesh protruded between his straining fingers as his head had dropped to the budding young nipples and chewed hungrily at their tips until he had felt the tenderly resilient flesh give way and the salty taste of blood seeping onto his lashing tongue.
“Oh, no, not like this. It can’t be like this!” she moaned, more in anguish than in anger. But her plea was unheeded.
In his madness, he still held her wildly straining body tightly to the bed, imprisoning her there by he heavy tensed chest that weighed upon her lithe slenderness like a giant crushing boulder. Her long blonde hair began thrashing from side to side on the bed, her beautiful face contorted with anguish. She pleaded until the words become nothing but incoherent mutterings of jumbled words.
And it was then that he brutally fucked her the first time, robbed her of her virginity in a frenzy of jungle passion gone wild.
Ignoring the low moaning pleas, Mark rolled on top of the violently struggling coed, catching her body just as her long, slimly tapered legs had scissored out in one last desperate effort to escape his brutal assault. His hips had fallen down tightly against the mattress. The soft down of her thinly curling pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting him to insane mumblings of crazed uncontrollable lust.
She felt the anguish of that night even now as she recalled it so clearly, like slow-motion frames from an old movie as it flashed in her brain. His knees were spreading hers wide apart, and he was grinding his pelvis hard into her squirmingly defenseless crotch, completely naked and vulnerable then to his rapacious assault. She felt once again the spasmodic jerkings of her own fleshy inner thighs as he drove his hand between them. Mark was searching for that elusive treasure, that jewel-like never-before-penetrated orifice between her wildly trembling legs. And then he found it! He jammed his heatedly throbbing cock up between her widespread legs, following the guide of his hand in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, and then shoved his blood-filled prick’s head between her fleshy cuntal lips with a groan, he brutally thrust it all the way forward without hesitation up into her quivering pussy, deflowering her like a kidnapped Sabine maiden prostrate before her barbarian captor. Chris shrieked in agony and kicked her legs out wildly in the air in a futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement. Her frantic movement only worsened her plight, however, opening the depths of her unplowed furrow to his plundering cock as it hotly rammed deeper and deeper into her yielding cuntal flesh. At last, his pelvis smacked down hard against hers, signaling the hoped-for end of her agony as his rigidly beating cock slid all the way up inside her trembling belly, the warm wet bloody walls of her cunt wrapped tightly around the fleshy hardness like a moist warm glove.
But the aroused fraternity boy hadn’t stopped there. He didn’t even give Chris a chance to adjust to the sudden unexpected presence deep in her virginal young womb. He just began to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her like a mongrel dog mounting a bitch in heat, and with about that much concern for her enjoyment and happiness. He had only thought of one thing — to spew his hot, thick sperm deep inside of her tight little pussy where it belonged and where he had yearned to empty it for so long now. He vented his lust against her torturedly groaning body time after time, flooding her cringing belly again and again with the hot white liquid of over a year’s frustrated waiting and hoping until finally… his cum was gone.
And this was the boy she’d been thinking of marrying! Chris had awakened in the night, sobbing from a nightmare she was not convinced was real until she saw the blood smeared evidence on her inner thighs.
Worst of all, her parents had chosen that next day to come visit her! She’d been too ashamed to crawl out of that bed to and greet them. And Mark, damn him! He laughed through the afternoon thinking it extremely funny while she sobbed into her pillow.
That was the last she saw of him.

*****
Chris pulled the belt to her fleecy robe tight around her still damp body and wrapping a towel around her sopping, freshly shampooed hair, emerged from the bathroom to find the landlord pacing back and forth in the living room a letter in one hand, a cigarette in the other. On the sofa sat Sandy, pale-faced and saucer-eyed, taking inhumanely long drags off her cigarette and exhaling with exhausting force. The blue smoky aura around her dark hair testified to the lengthy encounter between the renter and rentee. A tale of woe for poverty-stricken victims of America’s unemployed. Chris heard nothing above the low roar of the top 40 rock station except for the words “welfare fraud” and “eviction”. Fear froze her to the floor, her two feet two ice cubes melted to the tray. She clenched her jaws tight. Damn!
Roger stood straight and tall, his body abuzz with the excitement of facing a challenge most men would have cringed at. Roger could not remember when he had come up with the idea; probably it wasn’t the sort of plan that was conceived all at once, but rather the result of several years as being a landlord and listening to half-hearted excuses and rationalizations for late rent and middle-of-the-night moves. He did remember the night he was woken up at two o’clock in the morning and, suspecting one of his tenant’s of beating up his girl friend, broke in with his master key in time to see her flailing her hair back and forth on a love-crumpled bed while an embarrassed middle-aged man fucked in and out of her buttocks. In the kitchen the tenant sat smoking marijuana and drinking beer, keeping a close eye on the kitchen clock. A dollar a minute counts up-fast! Damn! Roger had thought at the time, I’m going through hell trying to collect the rent, and these bastards make twice that much in one night. Why not cash in on a piece of the action? he’d asked himself numerous times.
Hell, at that rate he could quit driving a cab and stay at home to make money. Legitimate money took time, especially with taxes and insurance — all the crap that drains your pocket for no reason but to keep the money flowing.
The first step had been to con two Mexican girls — lovely pieces of ass they were — into chaperoning a couple of businessmen Roger had taxied to Broadway Street where they wanted a quick floor show and blow job, something their wives wouldn’t put out for. One phone call to the girls and snap! Fifty bucks in his hand. Nobody got hurt and everybody was happy: fifty bucks in his hand. Nobody got hurt and everybody was happy: the businessmen got laid, the girls got twenty-five dollars each, and Roger the other half.
With Margaret Sorenson it had been a case of coincidence, too, he rationalized to himself. Boy, she’d been crying her heart out for a man since old Sandor was blown to bits by that accident. She’d come pounding on Roger’s door every day spilling out her woes, making promises for paying the rent… even offering to clean his place! How could a bachelor refuse an offer like that? Finding out about her inheritance… well, that hadn’t been quite as accidental. He’d never thought he’d resort to steaming open mail, but it proved worthwhile. Old Margaret was sitting on a Goddamned nest-egg, just crying for somebody to share it with. Couple more months and he might be a married man.
But these two girls. Whow! They were in hot water up to their pretty virgin asses. Welfare fraud, he tutted to himself, pivoting to see the blonde haired girl staring wild-eyed behind him.
“Come sit down, Chris,” he motioned toward the sofa. “I’ve got something here you had better know about.” His brown paw waved an official looking letter in the air, gesturing for her to sit next to her roommate.
The roommate’s eyes locked for a terrified second and, feeling the burden of the guilt, Sandy winced, wrinkling up her perky nose and, as if to beg pardon, shook out a cigarette and handed it to her solemn-faced roommate whose every blink of the eye was a righteously wielded accusation of irresponsibility.
Roger, studying the nipples spiking out from the blonde girl’s robe, smiled appreciatively in a tight smirk. Yes, she would sell well, he thought to himself, waiting for his audience to snap alert under his threatening gaze. “To fill you in on the facts, Chris, this is a letter from the social service department of San Francisco… I assume you know who they are since you’ve been getting foodstamps for the past month.”
Chris nodded her turbaned head.
“As landlord I was mailed this letter to ask a few questions about your living situation. According to this xeroxed form, Sandra… that’s you,” he blinked his chocolate eyes at the dark haired girl who cowered in the sofa, one leg hugged up to her chest, her dimpled chin resting on her knee, “... are supposed to be married to a Christopher O’Brien and supporting two children.” He flung the letter to the side table and feigning a glare, thrust his hands in his pockets and resumed his pacing.
Silence fell on the room, broken only by the dull crackle of a radio that hummed out Bob Dylan’s “Dear Landlord… put a price on my soul”. Sandy stifled an irresponsible giggle; it was almost funny in a desperate sort of way, but Chris’ elbow in her ribs put a somber look back on her pixie face.
“So… what do we do about it?” Sandy pouted, sighed and tutted. “Okay,” she said in a monotone voice, “... so I lied. Now what are you going to do about it? Have me locked up? Call my family? Good luck if you do.”
Roger drew in a deep breath and rested his finger on his lower lip. “If I wanted to get nasty about it, I could do just that. Welfare fraud is becoming one of the most common crimes in this city, and the taxpayers are Goddamned sick of it… especially since all these young people are coming out here to the West Coast without jobs and sucking up all the welfare so the people who really need it go hungry. Papers are full of cases.”
Chris wriggled uncomfortably on the sofa, fearing the worst. One glance at Roger and she knew he wasn’t going to give them a break.
“Then there’s the matter of your rent being overdue,” his brown intense eyes snapped wider like shutters on springs. “Two months now and you girls haven’t paid me a dime. Legally I could have you out of here in thirty days…”
Chris was the first to break. She rested her head in her hands and sobbed three times before regaining her composure. Today had been an emotional nightmare, saying nothing about financial. An apologetic feminine hand stroked her arm as she squeezed out the last tear.
“Oh damn,” sighed Roger, gleaming over his success. Shit! He had them now. Get a woman in tears and she loses all rationale. Now was the time to snap it to them; they’d be putty in his hands, their will broken, ready to be molded to his wishes. “... I didn’t mean to make you cry, but this is a serious matter. Christ, I can’t count the number of young girls who’ve lived in this building — just out of school, away from home for the first time, thinking they’ll come out to old SF and teach the world tricks.” He shook his head negatively. “Life ain’t that way, girls. It ain’t that simple.”
“But… but we’ve tried looking for work. Honest we have!” Chris’ ivory white forehead was wrinkled with a solemn plea for mercy. “We’ve spent all the money we had on bus fare and God, I even sacrificed my last dollar for a pair of stockings to go to a crummy interview — and I didn’t even want the job!” She looked pleadingly into Sandy’s tear-blurred eyes. Sandy nodded in acquiescence.
“Really,” she moaned in her flirtatiously childish manner, the expression on her face one of a hungry orphan begging for a bowl of rice. “It’s not that we haven’t tried or don’t have any brains. God, we both graduated from college and… and I speak Spanish and Chris speaks French.” She shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands entreatingly.
“Spanish, you say?” Ah, ha, mused Roger silently, stroking his full mustache with glee. This was the opener. “French?”
The girls nodded simultaneously.
“Hmmm… I might be able to help you… that is, if you really want a job.” He continued pacing, one hand thrust into his polyester suit pants, the other still working on his mustache, while his brown eyes clicked off the dollar signs. The surreptitious landlord glanced over at the rentees to see them sitting up straight, ready to take orders. “Naw. You girls went to college huh? What were your majors?” His eyes sparkled as they probed every inch of feminine flesh… two hundred a nights worth.
“I majored in art with a double major in French, and Sandy majored in modern dance and speaks Spanish… she’s part Spanish, you know,” the spokesman assured.
“You girls ever worked in crowds of people? I mean have you ever been hostesses or tour guides?”
“No,” answered Sandy, somewhat disconcertedly.
“But we can try!” Chris blurted.
“I… I don’t know…” Roger made a turn at the mantle and rested his elbow on the chipped paint and stroked his neck with that hand. “You’d have to spend time around men… many of them foreigners.” He smacked his lips and shook his head. “Maybe you’d be better off trying the lunch counters down town…”
“No, wait a minute! Tell us more about this job,” implored Chris, sitting on the edge of the sofa now, ablaze with interest, desperate for a break. The prospect of going back to Detroit was about as appealing as making love to an elephant.
“Okay,” Roger confronted them in his military stance, arms behind his back, legs spread. “I have some friends who own a tour guide business downtown… old buddies of mine from the army. They make contact with the bus guide tours and instead of sending everybody out in buses they take them out sometimes singly, sometime in pairs. What they need is somebody to chaperone the guys, somebody who can speak Spanish or French… adds a little class, you know.”
Sandy’s eyes sparkled. It was a dream come true, but Chris looked puzzled, her face still mirroring her concern over the money and the way her landlord kept stealing peeks down the gaping front of her bathrobe. She yanked it shut tight.
“So what do we have to do?”
“Simple. You go out to dinner with the guys… there will be wives along sometimes,” he admitted with a sly smirk. “You impress the guy by ordering in another language… that’s always worth a tip, especially from businessmen who are out to impress some client… then you hop a cable car and take ‘em to the wharf maybe… out for a couple of drinks, tell ‘em about the landmarks of the city — how Golden Gate Park used to be a sand pit, and everything east of Market Street is landfill… you know. Little bits like that. Mostly you just play nice to ‘em and they treat you well.”
“I don’t know,” said Chris, biting on her lower lip nervously. “Sounds kinda fishy to me… almost like… like, well, you know.” She turned to read the expression on her roommate’s face. “What do you think, Sandy?”
Marvel-eyed, Sandy shot a beaming grin at the landlord. “I think it’s great! When do we start and how much money will we make? I’ll have to get my clothes together for this!”
Roger looked a little perplexed, but at the same time he was relieved. He knew if he could persuade Chris, he’d have it sacked, but she was the cautious one, he noted. “What about you, Chris. How do you feel about it? I know it’s not what you expected to do with a college diploma, but it’s the best I can offer. Besides, the foreign tourists in San Francisco have a lot of class.” He studied her unmoved expression. “Well, I know you’d rather sit in an office for eight hours a day, but…”
“Let me think about it,” broke in the blonde haired roommate. “I want to think this over.”
Sandy wrinkled up her nose and tugged Chris’ bathrobe sleeve, her eyes on Roger as she whispered into Chris’ ear: “Come on, it’s no big thing. We’d at least be able to eat and get out to see the city.” Pulling her bathrobe tight around her, and letting the bath towel unwind with a vigorous shake of her head, Chris stalked off to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. It seemed cheap somehow, going out with a man you’d never seen before. Why, it was the closest thing to prostitution she’d ever imagined herself coming in contact with. She closed her bedroom door behind her.
One room away, Chris could hear Sandy’s throaty voice apologizing for her roommate’s abrupt response. “Don’t pay any attention to her, she’s just very upset today,” she heard Sandy explain.
Roger returned: “Okay, you girls think it over and come down to my apartment tonight and tell me what you want to do. Remember, I still have two months rent to collect and this letter from the foodstamp office is nothing to scoff at. It’s serious business… could cost you both a lot of money and time behind bars if you’re not careful. I’m just trying to help you out, is all. I’ve got my responsibilities too.”
Sandy caught his arm before he reached out to open the door. “Just one thing,” she said hesitantly. “Does this mean we have to go to bed with the men?” Her eyes sparkled and the landlord read the message loud and clear.
Dropping his hand to the doorknob he rested it there and said, “If you do, it’ll earn you a bunch more, that’s all I can tell you.”
When he left, closing the door behind him, Sandy leaned up against the hardwood door, her eyes smiling for her. No use giving away what you can charge for, she resolved and headed for Chris’ bedroom for a long, practical talk with her best friend of four years.

*****
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!”