The Elevator Girl
by Rod Strong


CHAPTER ONE 

Springy, with lights dancing in her blue-grey eyes, Patricia Callahan slid 
her lithe, sinuous, girlish figure into the new uniform she was to wear as 
an elevator operator. It was bright red, with a tight jacket pressing 
against her large, firm breasts, belying the fact she was not quite sixteen. 
She had lied about her age, and somehow or other the woman in school, where 
she had gotten her working papers, had not thought to ask for her birth 
certificate. So her working papers stated she was sixteen. 

The bottom of the uniform was the briefest of miniskirts, with a matching 
pair of panties. Everything fitted a bit snugly, emphasizing the delicious 
roundness of Pat's already shapely form. She combed her fluffy black hair 
while looking in the mirror. Then she put on the box-shaped little cap that 
went with the uniform and she was ready. Leaving the ladies' room on the 
main floor, she went to the little storage room and hung her clothing in the 
tiny closet, inside. Now she was ready to go to work. 

Stopping one more time to make sure her turned-up nose wasn't shiny, Pat 
hurried out to the front hallway of the modern super structure. It was a 
mid-town building with business offices on the bottom three floors, and 
residences on the upper fifteen. Many of the people who lived in the 
building also rented office space, as well. With the energy crisis being 
what it was, an office in the same building as one's apartment meant one 
didn't need a car to drive to and from work. This not only saved gasoline, 
but a lot of time. 

Although most buildings had self-service elevators, it was considered 
fashionable to have an attractive girl operating each of this particular 
building's six elevators during the day. At night, the elevators became 
self-service. 

"You get the special elevator," the tall, ogling elevator starter told Pat. 
He was slender, with blond hair, and a mustache. His large eyes stared at 
her with interest since she was the new girl. The other girls knew him for 
the creep he was, and he had no chance of scoring with them. But Pat was 
new, and Eric, the starter, hoped to make time with her. Like everyone else 
in the building, he believed her to be at least two years older than she 
really was. 

"What's so special about this elevator?" Pat asked. 

"This elevator is the only one to go to the penthouse. Mr. Vane, the lawyer 
whose offices are on the second floor, lives in the penthouse. He's the 
building's most important tenant. You do everything he tells you, no 
questions asked." 

"Just what is that supposed to mean?" Pat wanted to know. 

"Everything connected with your job," Eric amended. "Now get moving." 

And for the next two hours, Pat conscientiously took passengers up and down 
in the elevator. There was no great trick to pressing the buttons in the 
chrome-lined elevator, though she did notice one button in the elevator she 
hadn't seen in any of the others. It had the word OVERRIDE written on it. 
Not knowing what it was, she left it alone. 

At precisely five o'clock, she took the empty elevator up to the second 
floor in response to a finger on the buzzer lighting up the number "2" on 
the panel. When the elevator door opened, she found herself facing a 
self-assured man with blond hair down to the tops of his ears. He was 
wearing a brown suit, and had a Tiparillo stuck in his mustached mouth. And 
with him was a pert blonde in a blue mini-dress he called Mary. The blonde 
was buxom, blue-eyed, and from the wideness of her eyes, seemed more than a 
little frightened. 

"You're new," the man said to Pat as the door closed. 

"Yes," she nodded. 

"I'm Dave Vane, the attorney," he told her. "Did the starter give you 
instructions concerning me?" 

"Y-Yes," Pat nodded. 

"Good. Press the button marked OVERRIDE then remain facing the front of the 
car. No matter what you hear, face the front of the car." 

"My God! Not here!" the blonde woman gasped. 

"Here!" Vane told her. "Here there's no chance we'll be interrupted." 

Interrupted? Pat thought. Just what did this man have in mind? 

Shrugging, she pressed the OVERRIDE button and faced the front of the car. 

"Remember," Vane told her. "No matter what you hear, you are not to turn 
around, under no circumstances are you to press the OVERRIDE button a second 
time until I tell you." 

"Yes sir," Pat agreed. 

She heard him drop his plastic-tipped cigar on the floor and crush it out 
and wondered just what it was he intended doing. 

"Now," the strong, insistent, almost gravelly voice of David Vane said to 
Mary. "I want you to totally relax." 

Mary closed her eyes, trembling. This was terrible. He was going to do 
"things" to her in this elevator, with this strange girl listening in, and 
there was nothing she'd be able to do. She had to obey Vane. He was 
defending her brother on a heroin charge. If her brother were to be 
convicted, he faced a minimum of twenty years in prison ... and then only if 
he was lucky. 

As Mary stared at him, her eyes darting to the back of the girl operating 
the elevator, she saw Vane move behind her and started when his hands began 
rubbing her shoulders, loosening the tight muscles in there. Her eyes 
clamped shut, and her toes in her shoes clenched themselves like little sea 
anemones. Her full, swollen breasts rose and fell strongly under the silk of 
her expensive dress. All her clothing was expensive, and one would think a 
woman wearing this kind of clothing would be able to afford an attorney like 
David Vane. That she was obviously about to make the first payment in 
something other than money led one to speculate just how a girl like this 
managed to afford such clothing. 

Mary felt Vane's eyes staring at her full breast. Yes, her swollen mammaries 
had attracted the eyes of many a man, and had caused more than one to be 
generous with gifts, though few actually gave her cash. Her breasts rose and 
fell more and more swiftly, heavy with promise, the deep pink nipples almost 
visible as they pressed through the transparent bra and dress. The lower 
part of her dress seemed tapered to her body, revealing the delightful shape 
of her thighs as far as it went. Her stockinged limbs were plainly visible 
from above the knee to the ankle, and it was plain this girl had been 
blessed by Venus, the Goddess of Love. In front, the mini-dress ended just 
below the juncture of her thighs in such a way to make every man think 
himself able to see what lay beneath. David Vane was positive her Mount of 
Venus was full and pouting, with a thick hedge of blonde curls. 

"Dear Mary," he whispered, as the elevator, touching the bottom 
automatically, stopped, then began rising. 

Pat wasn't sure what she heard when Vane took the blonde woman's palm and 
brought it to his lips in a lip smacking kiss. Still, she faced front, not 
daring to turn around. She even closed her eyes this time, not wanting the 
couple behind her to think she was spying on them by looking at their 
smeared reflections in the chrome of the elevator door. 

The touch of Vane's tongue on Mary's palm sent fire blistering through her 
blood vessels. Sounds were going off in her head, warning her. Though she 
had allowed many men to woo her and win her favors, everything had always 
been concluded in a nice, soft bed. To be taken this way, almost 
violently-in an elevator of all places-seemed so vulgar, so common. 

"Step out of your shoes," Vane ordered. 

Is he crazy? Pat asked herself. Why would he want a girl to take off her 
shoes in an elevator. 

Though she had read about the birds and the bees, Pat had never had any 
direct contact with boys in a sexual sense, and was totally incapable of 
conceiving just what it was the man was planning. 

Mary stepped out of her shoes and Vane kicked them to the front of the 
elevator, out of the way. Pat stared down at them, amazed the blonde had 
obeyed the lawyer. 

"Look ... Mr. Vane ... " Mary began. 

"Dave," Vane insisted. 

"Look, Dave, please, please, can't we go somewhere a bit more private ... " 

"This is very private," he insisted, making her gasp as she felt his hand 
grip her jaws while his arm was suddenly around her, tightly pinning her 
body. 

Suddenly Mary found her mouth caught by his in a slow, agonizing kiss that 
literally sucked all the breath out of her lungs. His tongue probed into her 
mouth, seeking, investigating, becoming more and more daring in its 
searching. Mary pushed at Vane's shoulders, but it was futile. The young, 
twenty-seven-year-old lawyer was very strong. She was unable to break his 
kisses though she desperately tried pulling her head away. Her mind was 
screaming. This man is no lawyer, he's a ravisher. But she was fully aware 
of just how good a lawyer Dave Vane was. When it came to using his mouth to 
charm juries, there was no one like this young man. He had been practicing 
law for only four years, and he had already risen to the top of his 
profession. 

My God! Mary thought. What am I doing in this elevator, allowing this man to 
debase me like this? What must that girl think? 

Pat, still facing front, had no idea what to think. She was a total 
innocent, and wouldn't have believed what was happening if someone had 
shouted it out to her. 

Mary writhed, but Vane held her tight, delighting in the way she squirmed. 
He liked his women to be animated and not lumps of meat who surrendered to 
him merely to get it over with. Eventually, the struggling ones all moved 
the way he wanted them to move. Her expensive perfume filled Vane's 
nostrils, made even more exciting by the heady scent of her feminine flesh. 
Her mouth tasted like rich bourbon, and she wriggled as his arm crushed her 
all the more tightly to him. God! This woman was a fighter, all right. She 
made the whole thing worthwhile. From the moment she had walked into his 
office he had desired her, and now her body was about to be his, because 
like so many other gorgeous women, she hadn't the financial wherewithal to 
pay him. And now that he had her, he had no intention of letting her get 
away. 

His hand slid down the slender column of her delicate throat, feeling the 
pulse beat maddeningly in its fleshy surrounding. Now his hand moved further 
down, finding the swell of her large breast, so magnanimous in size, his 
big, bony hand was barely able to cover it. It felt heavy and full, as if 
bloated with the honey he was sucking from between her tasty lips. 

Mary's breath was coming in trembling shudders through her widened nostrils 
as she felt his hand cup the fullness of her swollen teat. And her breast 
betrayed her by responding to the pressure of the man's fingers, the nipple 
becoming turgid against her bra and dress as his palm rubbed it again and 
again. Little bursts of shooting flame charged through her. She sighed in 
spite of herself, and decided struggling would only make the elevator girl 
concentrate more intently on what was happening. So she relaxed. 

David Vane's mouth moved then, covering her cheeks, her eyelids, running 
along the shell shape of her ear, then moving down to the side of her 
throat. Now one of his hands was massaging the nape of her neck as well as 
her shoulder blades. The other hand swept across the hills of her massive 
breasts, then circled beneath them, cupping them, moving like a victorious 
spider crawling over its prey before devouring it. 

Pat wondered what was happening, but didn't dare open her eyes as she 
remained facing forward. The sounds were sending all kinds of heated thrills 
surging through her. Feelings she had never known began blistering their way 
through her entire girlish body, making her breasts rise and fall inside the 
too-tight jacket. Gosh! What was the man doing to that blonde? And why had 
he chosen to do it here rather than in a private place as the woman had 
suggested? 

Kissing, licking, and lightly nibbling his way across Mary's beautiful face 
and throat, Vane felt his thick cock swell and stiffen until it was pushing 
wildly against the front of his pants. Still, he had no intention of 
hurrying anything with this delightful, golden-haired angel. No, she was 
something for him to savor and enjoy like vintage wine. One didn't drink 
down a treasure like this as if she were some kind of cheap beer. Her large 
breasts were swelling even more under the continuing caress of his moving 
hand, wriggling like kittens in a sack, anxious to come out. 

Mary shuddered as Vane's fingers found the button at the top of her dress. 
Damn it all, the thing wouldn't slip through the loop. The blonde bit her 
lip to keep herself from shrieking as Vane literally ripped the button from 
her dress. It went rolling along the floor of the elevator, stopping between 
Pat's feet. The young elevator girl risked a glance down and saw the button. 
Now she became even more curious as to what was happening, but she didn't 
dare look. She needed this job very badly. Her parents were both working, 
but the bills and the household expenses were so great, neither was able to 
give her an allowance. So she needed this job, if only to buy necessities. 

The sound of ripping cloth made her even more curious, but Pat was 
determined not to turn around and look at what was happening. 

Mary dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from shrieking. This was 
an expensive dress, and Vane was ruining it beyond repair. Yet she had to 
keep her mouth shut. The woman saw the attorney staring at the full-fleshed 
mounds pushing against her transparent bra. They were two lovely hillocks 
with pink tips that were rapidly turning red as they filled with blood. From 
the way he was licking his lips, it was plain he was determined to have her 
nipples in his mouth. A moment later his hands caught the flimsy material of 
the taut, transparent brassiere, and he tugged, hard. With a loud rip, the 
bra tore free, completely exposing the blonde woman's gloriously large, 
upstanding breasts. 

"Eeeee!" she shrieked, unwittingly, and Pat flinched, clenching her eyes 
shut, aching to turn around as more and more heat traveled through her 
young, unknowing body. 

Mary also shut her eyes as Vane's hands cupped and filled themselves with 
the nakedness of her full breasts. He lowered his head and pulled a nipple 
between his lips, sucking strongly, as if trying to suck marrow from a bone. 
The sweetness of her nipple seemed to fill his entire mouth, and he sucked 
all the more fervently and ardently. Mary's arms rose and automatically 
wrapped themselves around the lawyer's head, pressing his face all the more 
firmly against her bosom as his mouth continued to nourish itself on the 
tastiness of her nipple. 

The syrupyness of the blonde's flesh made Vane shudder and quake with 
delight. His hand cupped her other globe of soft fullness. 

The elevator reached the top of the shaft, stopped for a moment, then slowly 
began its descent. Pat remained standing, facing away from the noisy couple 
behind her. She kept her eyes tightly shut, but the sounds were making her 
burn with curiosity. Was the man doing what it sounded as if he was doing? 
If so, what did it look like? More important, how did the woman called Mary 
feel? Was it really a good feeling? 

Mary trembled as Vane sucked deeply, his lips pulling while his tongue 
wildly licked the reddened extension of her tasty nipple. His teeth chewed 
as if on red licorice. She saw him gnaw as if her nipple was a sugared 
gumdrop. And when his mouth had done everything possible to the rosy tip, it 
kissed its way across her breast and began working on her other nipple. 

"Oooooooh Lorrrrrddduuuuhhhh!!!" the blonde woman moaned, feeling wildly 
ecstatic in spite of what she believed was a total lack of privacy. Her 
breath hissed out from between clamped teeth as her arms clutched his head 
all the more tightly to her breast. 

As far as Vane was concerned, he was sucking on ambrosia, and the saliva 
building in his throat flowed like liquid fire into his stomach, charging 
his balls, making the eggs inside enlarge while the scrotum continued 
tightening in a crushing grip around them. His solid prick swelled and 
lifted in his pants as it prepared to reach out and go to work. 

Mary was burning up and she knew it. Her skin was probably red with the fire 
blazing inside her. God! She was hot. She had no idea she contained so much 
heat. Whatever she had done with all the others had been almost 
dispassionate, since she was always doing it for the expensive gifts they 
gave her. True, she was doing this in return for what Vane would do for her 
brother. Still, she was reacting as she had never reacted, before. She no 
longer knew or cared where she was, nor did she really care why. All she did 
know was, she had to get closer to this lusting man who caused her body to 
ignite. 

He began removing the rest of her clothing, and Mary no longer cared about 
the girl running the elevator. The tatters of her bra, shredded, lay in a 
corner on the elevator floor, and with his hot mouth no longer covering her 
breasts, she felt cold. Mary trembled, crossing her arms beneath her 
breasts, raising them and pushing them together, tightly. 

"C'mere," Vane commanded, opening his arms to her, inviting her to come to 
him. She took one step and fell into his embrace, feeling his arms wrap 
themselves around her hips as he lowered his head, pressing his face into 
the tight cleavage between her full-blown breasts. "Maybe you've been fucked 
before," he hoarsely whispered, raising his head to her face, "but this time 
you're gonna find out what it feels like to be loved." 

Mary swayed on her feet, held upright by the ring of his arms. One of his 
hands rose, found the top of her zipper at the base of her neck, and slowly 
pulled it down. When the dress was pulled off her arms, its tattered front 
revealing it would never be worn again, Vane slid it down her hips, pulling 
it off. His fingers gripped her pantyhose and yanked the flimsy material 
over her hips and buttocks, letting it fall to her feet where he slid the 
nylon from her shapely ankles and feet. Last, but not least, he pulled her 
panties down, revealing the dark bush of her pubic hair, letting him know 
she bleached her hair. She stood in the far corner of the elevator, her feet 
standing on the pedestal of her underclothing, and the way Vane's eyes 
roamed over her flesh made Mary feel like a love deity. She stood in the 
elevator, proud in her nudity, her shoulders way back, her breasts 
thrusting, waist and hip and thigh indented in sweet rolling curves. Her 
full pubic mound swelled softly in the dark moss planted above her secret 
interior, hidden inside the valley formed by her joined thighs. 

Pat shuddered as the scent of the woman's perfumed flesh crawled into her 
nostrils. Golly! She ached to spin around and stare at what they were doing. 
Fire trickled through her anxious blood vessels, and her fists were clenched 
so tightly, her nails were making half-moon cuts in her palm. What was this 
strange sensation that was overtaking her, causing her to burn so? Why did 
the sounds and scents of what was taking place behind her make her body 
tremble in wanton desire? No one was touching her. No one was whispering 
into her ear. Nothing was externally happening to her. Why should she feel 
so internally ablaze? 

Vane looked at the proud blonde in long, sweeping glances, saying nothing. 
At last he said, "We're going to do it slowly, very slowly, do you 
understand?" 

Pat listened, trying to discern Mary's reply, but the blonde merely nodded, 
making no other sound. Mary's eyes searched Vane's face, waiting for his 
next command. It came as the elevator touched the bottom of the shaft, 
stopped, then slowly began rising again. 

"You came to me for help for your brother," Vane said. "Well, I'm not only 
going to help him, but by the time I'm through with you, you'll find I'll 
have helped you, as well. You'll never think of something like this as a 
deed you have to do, but rather as something you want to do." 

Pat trembled as she felt Vane's jacket strike the backs of her thighs as he 
whipped it off and threw it away. Then he was removing the rest of his 
clothing, and the rustling was so loud Pat had to open her eyes. She stared 
straight ahead, at the chrome door. What she saw reflected she was certain 
wasn't real. The metallic chrome had to be reflecting a distorted image. No 
man sported anything like that between his thighs. Gee! It looked to be 
almost as long as the foot-long ruler she used to take to school. She had no 
time for further deliberation, seeing the man's pants, shoes, and shirt 
scattered all over the floor, along with his underwear. 

Mary also stared at the naked Vane. She had never seen a thick cock as long 
as the one sported by this man. Where her flat belly was soft, his was hard. 
Where her breasts were large, round, and consistently moving as if being 
manipulated by marionette strings, his flat chest was hairy and firm. Where 
she was indented between her thighs, he was outstanding and solid. 

The man stepped to the blonde woman, taking her cheeks between his two 
palms, kissing her softly, gently, as if she were some fragile doll. The 
woman's eyes filled with tears, knowing she was this man's slave and would 
succumb to his every desire. That they were in an elevator no longer 
mattered. Had they been exhibited in Macys' window she would have agreed to 
whatever this man wanted. His embrace became firmer, and then he was lifting 
her, holding her naked body in his arms, kissing her again and again. Mary 
felt she had someone on whom she was able to depend. She felt exalted, 
adored, loved, and not just an object in whom a man's sperm was to be 
deposited. And it was insane, because she was in a moving elevator, with a 
female elevator operator who, even if she was seeing nothing, heard 
everything. Yet Mary didn't care. Being here seemed to add spice to it all. 
Her head fell against Vane's shoulder as she shut her eyes. 

Pat continued to watch the reflections in the chromed door. Seeing this 
excited her all the more, and she felt water starting to boil in her own 
vagina. Wow! She was on fire. 

Though Mary was a full-fleshed woman, Vane held her as if he were holding a 
rag doll. She felt like a doe about to be ravaged by a mighty stag. 

Most of Mary's hairpins had fallen out, making tiny tinny sounds as they hit 
the floor, and her long, bleach-blonde hair tumbled down in great waves. She 
looked up into Vane's cock-sure face and smiled as he knelt and put her body 
down on the elevator floor with only his clothing to shield her from the 
cold, dirty floor. As her buttocks touched the shirt he had been wearing, he 
kissed her forehead lightly, and she reached up to caress his face. 

Pat took all this in, seeing how mesmerized Mary was by Vane's behavior. She 
wondered if she, too, would fall under the spell of such a man were he to 
try making love to her. The mere thought thrilled her. She stared, 
wide-eyed, by now well aware neither of the others noticed her presence. Yet 
she remained facing forward, not daring to turn around for fear of losing 
her job. She needed the job, badly. 

Vane, on his knees with his pants underneath, let his mouth trace all kinds 
of invisible map-lines all over her lovely face and voluptuous body. His 
lips moved from her ear lobe to her cheek, to her mouth, down to her neck, 
then to her breasts, her navel, her thighs, her knees, and even her toes. 
And then he traced his way back again. Then he lay down beside her and 
pulled her tightly against his body. Mary felt wild heat surging through her 
writhing body. She was trembling and gasping with tightly closed eyes as she 
pressed herself close to this strange man who was building such blistering 
heat inside her. The blonde felt as if she had lost all control over her 
body and mind. She was part of this, yet she felt as if she were watching it 
from afar. The woman found herself lusting for his tenderly brutal lips. She 
ached for the pressure of his sharp, white teeth, and Mary actually felt his 
eyes burning into her flesh as his talented hands continued wandering over 
her in waves ... slow, mounting waves; waves that threatened to drown her 
entirely in deep and delirious desire. That hot mouth of his ... Christ! It 
really was burning hot ... seemed to burn her each time it touched her 
tender flesh, yet she ached to feel more of it and whimpered when he took it 
away, only to put it back moments later in an even better place. 

"You are stunningly beautiful," he told her, moaning in her shell-shaped 
ear. 

Mary felt the entire modular length of her body being pressed to him, and it 
was so wonderful ... so truly wonderful. Her breath was burning in her 
lungs, and she realized she was holding it as his tongue began making 
circular movements in her ear. The moisture from his tongue-tip dried 
moments later when he breathed hot breath into her aural cavity. 

Pat stared, watching the man's technique, admiring how he continued 
whispering to keep the woman under his spell, even when kissing her. The 
sight built new fires in her, and she tried imagining herself in place of 
the blonde woman. But to do that meant shutting her eyes, and that meant 
blocking out all the wonderful delicious sights and sounds. No, no, she had 
to watch, and she was forced to keep her hands at her sides, though her 
panties were already wet, and she ached to pull the crotch away from her 
tender flesh. She knew it wasn't any kind of voiding liquid, but rather a 
hot, sticky sauce she'd never known was inside her. And as she stared hard 
at the reflection in the chrome door, she saw the heated, sticky, colorless 
flow running down the insides of Mary's thighs, as well. So she wasn't alone 
in her feelings. The other girl felt things, too, and in the same way as 
she. But because the man was touching Mary, Pat was certain the blonde girl 
felt everything so much more intensely, and she yearned to know that 
feeling. 

"You were made for pleasure," Pat heard Vane tell the lovely blonde woman. 
"Not just for the giving of pleasure, but for the receiving of it, as well. 
Only a man could give you this kind of pleasure, and I'm that man. I'll give 
you more pleasure than you've ever known." 

Pat saw Vane's eyes suddenly turn toward her, to make certain she was still 
facing front. He looked in the chrome door for an instant, and their 
reflected eyes met. His twinkled, as if to tell the young girl it was all 
right for her to watch ... that way. If she watched carefully, she might 
learn something. 

Vane's teeth caught the blonde woman's ear lobe, and Mary felt a sharp pain. 
The pain became pleasure, and the pleasure became warm delight flooding her 
body. Then his working tongue slid down the tender inside of her upper arm 
and made her writhe before moving back to her ear. It stabbed into the 
center of her ear with hot, penis-like thrustings, a moist little poniard 
designed to prickle her to full arousal. 

"Hhuuunnnggghhh!" Mary moaned, pulling his mouth to hers, feeling the 
searing plunge of his tongue in her throat. 

The heated hollow of her tender mouth was merely a foretaste of the burning 
vestibule covered by curtains of flesh locked between her soft, full thighs. 
She knew it was just a matter of minutes before he sank himself into the 
sodden well of her womanhood. True, he'd promised to do it slowly, intending 
to savor every little bit of it, and so she decided she would savor it, as 
well. Mary wondered how much longer the man intended waiting before burying 
himself inside her. 

Vane knew he wasn't dealing with a virgin, but he had no idea just how 
experienced this woman really was. She might be used to only one or two men, 
or she might have handled as many as a regular hoyden. It was obvious she 
was enjoying what he was doing to her, but he was unable to tell whether she 
was actually starved for an orgasm herself, or she'd had so many of them her 
body was able to become aroused in an instant. He was inclined to believe, 
despite her experiences, she was still relatively new to climaxes, herself. 
Her responses were totally natural, but seemingly new. 

Mary gasped, realizing she was hot, very hot. She had never been this hot 
with any other man. She didn't know if it was Vane, or the idea she was in a 
moving elevator. She had lost count of how many times it had reached the 
top, then reached the bottom. All she knew was, it seemed to be continually 
moving, and the movement added to her lust. No wonder Vane wanted to do 
things in the elevator. 

Pat stared at the beautiful, incredibly round breasts of the bleached 
blonde. She saw how unbelievably sensitive were the nipples of the 
horizontal woman. Each time Dave Vane touched them with his fingers or lips, 
the blonde woman squealed and writhed, maddeningly. She wondered if her own 
nipples were equally sensitive, but didn't dare lift her hand to her breast 
to find out, now. When Vane's fingers approached Mary's nipples, the nubs 
seemed to harden just a little bit more, standing up and waiting to be 
caressed. 

Mary felt floods of water dripping from her drenched pussy. Fire flamed 
inside, and sperm was the only fluid capable of extinguishing it. 

Mary gasped as one of Vane's hands slid along her pale, silken thigh, 
caressing her smooth hip, running across her taut, soft belly and down to 
the feathered edge of her muff to find it flooded with her love juices. 
Lord! She knew she was wet, but she had no idea she was this wet. Christ! 
She ached for the massive length she had seen to be wedged inside her. Even 
now, she felt the huge cock rubbing against her leg, and she wished he'd 
stuff it into her and give her a reaming to set her libido off in a thousand 
directions at once. God! She wanted him to cram that thick, gigantic hunk of 
solid meat into her throbbing, narrow, silken crevice until she screeched 
with total delight. 

"Mary," he gasped, pressing his lips to her throat. "Sweet, soft, wonderful 
Mary," and he slowly, carefully wormed a finger into the mired depths of her 
clutching, twitching, shuddering, sodden vagina. 

Mary remembered how like a frightened little girl she had been when meeting 
with Vane in his office, earlier. She had been told, by a girl friend, that 
Vane occasionally gave his services in return for physical pleasure and a 
small monetary fee when the girl didn't have a lot of money. She had been 
certain she was good enough to give the man one hell of a good time, but his 
self-assurance totally overpowered her, making her cower. And he had further 
reduced her to his overpowering will. He would be giving his legal service 
to her brother, and his physical services to her. He was going to fuck her, 
and it was no longer a question of her doing it as payment for his legal 
services. Rather it was a question of who was getting the most enjoyment 
from all this. 

"Huunngghh!" she gasped, as the elevator made one of its stops and changed 
direction. She no longer knew whether she was going up or down, now. Mary 
lay back, letting Vane do as he wished, alternately rising and sinking on 
the swells of oncoming delight. She seemed to float, then she sank only to 
rise once more, hobbling with the tide that washed over her, repeatedly. 

"Christ!" Vane gasped, and unable to control himself, slid on top of her. 

Mary thrilled to the pressure of his weight on top of her, aching to hold 
him forever ... naked, afire, totally enveloping. His knobby knees pushed 
her thighs wide apart and the blonde felt the massive, burgeoning penis, 
thick and long against her belly like a blunt knife. Yes, yes, she needed 
him inside her. Dear Lord! How she needed him. She involuntarily arched up, 
shoving her pelvis up to meet his. 

Pat watched as Vane pulled back rather than plunge right into the woman. By 
now, she knew that entire length of flesh rod was real and not merely a 
distortion in the chrome door. She saw him grip it in his hand, and then his 
other hand gripped Mary's hair, raising her head to let the blonde take one 
last good look at his swollen member. 

"Mary, you living doll," he muttered, "take a good look at this cock of 
mine. I'm going to split you with this and keep on pumping until you come, 
screaming. And because this elevator has been specially soundproofed, no one 
but the chickie standing there is going to hear you. And even she won't turn 
around." 

"Fuck me," Mary told him, "but don't hurt me." 

"I'll do my best," he insisted, "but my length and breadth are a little more 
than the average woman can take. If it hurts, don't worry. The pain'll soon 
go away." 

Pat saw the change come over the blonde girl. It was obvious Mary had 
adapted herself to the idea of being pronged in the elevator, but she had no 
wish to feel pain. Yet pain was exactly what she was going to feel, and from 
the terror widening her eyes, it was obvious the blonde woman didn't want 
it. She was staring in horror at the blood-engorged instrument he was waving 
up and down, and both females heard Vane tell Mary, "You need more than a 
fucking, honey. You need to learn to love it. And I'm just the guy to teach 
it to you." 

Mary shrank in horror and disgust, a panic gripping her intestines. She 
suddenly felt as if she had been snapped out of a hypnotic spell. God! What 
was she doing with this maniac of a madman? Hell! She had no idea. She felt 
awakened as if someone had splashed ice water all over her. Her dumb brother 
had gotten himself into one fix after another, and she was always bailing 
him out. Now she had been reduced to using her body to free him. This was 
horrible. How the devil did she allow this complete stranger to strip her in 
a moving elevator? What evil spell had this crazy man cast over her to get 
her, Mary Rath, in this maddening posture, all set to ... hell! Was this 
really happening? 

"No!" she suddenly yelled, and her shout made Pat jump a little. "I don't 
want to do this. You let me go," she screamed. 

"No way," Vane grunted. "You are about to be devoutly, deliciously, 
delightfully, consummately fucked." And he slammed her down on the elevator 
floor. "I'm going to fuck you like you have never had it in your whole 
life." 

Mary began struggling, calling to Pat for help, but Pat knew better than to 
move. She felt sorry for the blonde woman, but she didn't dare budge from 
where she was standing. It had taken her a long time to find this job, and 
she had no intention of looking for another one. It might take weeks, and 
the next job might pay less and be more demanding. 

Mary was pushing at Vane's face, trying to scratch his eyes out with her 
nails. She wanted to rip his tongue out of his head for daring to speak so 
vilely to her. A maddening rage came over her, and she fought like an insane 
lioness. They were rolling all over the elevator floor and even hit Pat's 
legs a couple of times. 

As far as Mary was concerned, the man was insane, and she was just as crazy. 
She had to be crazy. How had she allowed herself to get into this position. 
From now on her damned brother was going to fend for himself. He got himself 
into trouble, let him get himself out. Her body was not a tool to be used at 
the whims of the men able to help her brother. The hell with him, from now 
on. 

Vane pinned her to the floor, keeping her writhing body flat, with her 
thighs wide apart. As far as he was concerned, all women loved rape, and 
this blonde was just begging for it. Christ! How people consistently lied to 
themselves. Well it was up to him to convince her she had been lying to 
herself. 

Perspiration shone on Mary's forehead and her face was a mask of twisted 
agony because of her useless attempts to fight him off. Tears continued 
flooding down her cheeks, wetting the hair at her temples. Mary's eyes shone 
with a combination of tears and animal fright. Pat, staring in the chrome 
door, was able to see the horror in the blonde woman's eyes. She was also 
able to see how it aroused Dave Vane that much more, and this sent another 
bolt of desire through her. She had no idea what these feelings were, never 
having experienced them, before. But she did know they enveloped her, and 
she wanted to feel more, stronger sensations. She saw the thick penis moving 
between Mary's thighs, and though his balls were no longer dangling, they 
were swollen and ready to burst. He was reveling in Mary's discomfiture. 

It was true. Vane loved a woman who put up a struggle. His hot, bubbling 
semen, churning in his balls, was all set to leave by way of his throbbing 
cock. Christ! He had to let the wad out soon, and it had to be inside this 
luscious blonde. 

Mary turned her head, trying to bite Vane's arm, and he chose that moment, 
with the penis aimed directly between her sodden, taut labia, to lunge 
forward. Mary felt the thick wand split her teeming twat wide apart as it 
literally forced its way into her hot, sticky, dripping pussy. Her vaginal 
walls were so tight, even as the knifing cock sank its full, thick length 
into her, they clutched the phallus as tightly as a vise. 

"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!!" Mary screamed in agony, writhing insanely as maddening 
pain stretched her taut cuntal walls wide apart. 

Pat stared, seeing Dave had the woman totally impaled on his throbbing 
penis. And when the woman's screams became too loud, he thrust his tongue 
into Mary's mouth, using it as a gag to silence her. Pat saw his entire 
length of phallic solidity was completely buried in the throbbing depths of 
Mary's widely stretched nookie. Now his tongue reached as far into her 
throat as possible, filling it totally and completely. His palms were 
pressing strongly on her arms, pinning them to the floor, his knees had 
Mary's thighs wedged far apart. 

Lord! Mary had no idea just how wet and tight she was, inside. In spite of 
the pain, her slippery wetness allowed his entire thick reed to fill her 
vaginal hallway, stuffing it as it had never been clogged, before. Her 
cervix felt the swollen head of his penis slide past, actually pushing it 
aside. It was as if she were being filled with some unearthly length. All 
other penile heads were content to bump themselves against the mouth of her 
womb, and then withdraw. This one sank much deeper, actually bypassing the 
womb, almost pressing it against one side of her vaginal chamber. 

Mary lay there, a totally helpless victim, feeling stuffed as never before. 
The man wasn't moving. He was holding her down, keeping her filled with his 
prong. All of her was helplessly trapped under the man's weight, and her 
sensuous moanings only aroused Vane all the more. To him, she was a 
beautiful, wanting, needing woman. 

She lay still, refusing to think about what was happening. Mary was 
determined not to let it mean anything to her, emotionally. He had her body, 
but there was no way he'd touch her soul. And when this was over, she'd 
never see this man again. Whether or not he helped her brother was up to 
him. 

But Dave Vane had been through this with so many other women. He knew 
better. Gripping Mary's jaw, he tugged his mouth from hers, sliding his 
tongue out. 

"All right," he told her, very calmly, his throbbing cock pulsing and 
vibrating in the churning depths of her steaming pussy, feeling the tautness 
of her vaginal clinging. "We found out a few things about you, honey. To 
begin with, you like to lie to yourself. You think what we're doing is 
perverted. But honey, I'm a lot stronger than you, and I'm going to fuck 
you, whether or not you agree to it." 

"Do it and get it over with," Mary sobbed, as the elevator once again 
changed direction. 

"No, no, it isn't going to be like that. You're an unloved woman who needs 
love more than anything else. Right now, I can feel the way your cuntal 
walls are tightly clasping my cock, pulsing around it, throbbing, aching to 
keep me inside, even if you refuse to admit it. But you won't allow your 
mind to feel these wonderful sensations." 

Pat saw one of his hands rubbing Mary's ass, and for awhile the cheeks 
tightened. But as the man talked, Pat saw Mary's body visibly relax. The man 
was kissing away Mary's salty tears, pressing his lips to her eyelids. 

"I won't really hurt you, sweet Mary," he told her. "I'm going to make love 
to you. This is only the first fuck. After we've finished here, in the 
elevator, we'll go up to my penthouse suite and do it all over again. I'm 
going to screw you in ways your mind has yet to imagine. Fucking is 
beautiful because it's a part of loving. And a woman who is fucked is that 
much more radiant for it. And I'm going to make you utterly stunning." 

Mary was weeping silently. Slow tears continued crawling from beneath her 
eyelids. 

"Please ... please ... " was all she was able to gasp. 

"I'm going to turn you into the ultimate woman," he assured her. 

As Pat watched, he balanced himself on his forearms and knees, then slowly 
pulled back until only his glands was inside her soft, clinging funnel. And 
then he slowly, carefully pushed in again ... all the while continuing to 
kiss away her tears as he whispered soft, sweet words to her in his gravelly 
voice. His voice seemed to have a soothing effect on her. 

Mary didn't know why she did what she did, next. Her arms were no longer 
held down by his palms, but instead of trying to hurt him, she wrapped her 
arms around his body. Miraculously, when he slid out again, her hand moved 
down, gripped his ass cheek, and tugged on his flesh to make him ram it home 
again. She was fast becoming re-aroused by the pressure of his throbbing 
cock in the seething depths of her vaginal chamber as her tissues eagerly 
clung to him. 

"Sweet Mary," he chanted. "Isn't this so much better than fighting me? 
You're something special, you really are." 

Her hands were massaging his ass cheeks, pushing him into her harder on 
every down stroke. 

Pat stared wide-eyed, completely amazed at Mary's instant reversal of her 
role as an antagonist. Her lower body was moving in tandem with the thrusts 
of the penis constantly shoving in and out. What kind of wonderful mechanism 
was the male penis to make a woman want it so much after being so terrorized 
by it, before? 

"Oh yes, yes," Mary was gasping. "You're right." 

And she realized, he was right. She was panting heavily, her breath audible 
and gasping. She did need love. None of the other men who had fucked her had 
offered it to her. With them it was, 'Wham-bam, thank you ma'am,' and then 
they were gone. No man had taken as much time with her as Dave Vane, and to 
think it was all taking place on the floor of a moving elevator. She 
desperately needed to be loved. All those years she had refused the glories 
of love, and now she was in a position where she had to accept it. That fat, 
long, marvelous pulsing shaft of his sank so wonderfully into her it was 
grand and glorious. He drove it into her again and again, and she never 
wanted it to stop. 

"Like it?" he gasped, nailing it in a bit faster and harder. 

"Ohhhhhh ... yesssss ... " she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me, hard. Keep on 
fucking me, and don't ever stop." 

"Can't stop," he gasped. "My machinery has been set in motion and it can't 
stop. We'll fuck forever." 

Staring, Pat wondered if it was really possible. Would she be locked in this 
elevator for eternity watching these two repeatedly go at it? The sight was 
building flames in her she had never before imagined to exist. But to spend 
the rest of her life watching this without doing something about it was 
sheer, sadistic torture. 

"Fuck me harder!" Mary was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her hips spun 
and writhed and jerked as her pelvis rose to meet his body again and again. 
They throbbed out a mounting beat that built them to higher and higher 
plateaus. 

"You have a wonderful cunt," Vane told her. 

"Oh, oh that's so good," Mary gasped. "I can feel it all the way up in my 
throat." 

"You ... uhhhh ... got it, baby," he gasped. "I'm fucking my ... uhhhh ... 
cock all the way ... uuuhhhhhhh ... up into your ... uhhhh ... throat ... 
Oooooh! I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to fill you ... ohhhhhh ... to 
overflowinnnnguuuhhh ... oh baby ... baby ... babyyyyyy ... " 

"Wonderful ... wonderful ... wonderful ... " the woman groaned, wildly 
hurling her head from side to side, anticipating the end of this marvelous 
fuck, "That thick, swollen cock of yours is fucking me as I've never been 
fucked before. Oh do it, Dave. Fuck me! Fuck me! Keep on fucking me." 

The words were words she had used before, merely to arouse the men she had 
been with, but this was the first time Mary really meant them. Yes, the word 

'Fuck' was a wonderful word, and now, for the first time, she was fully able 
to appreciate its meaning. She was conscious of many things, but the most 
important thing was that massive cock building love in her cunt. She wished 
he was flat on his back so she'd be able to ride up and down his pole, just 
as the elevator was moving up and down inside its own shaft. It continued 
moving in and out of her tight, sticky cunt until she was certain she'd die 
of bliss before reaching her satisfaction. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped out. "Yessss! Yesssss! Yessss!" 

Her hips ground and rotated in licentious, lewd, lascivious gyrations, 
milking his jerking cock as he slammed it seemingly deeper and deeper into 
the clasping, sucking depths of her now-hungry vagina. She felt her eyeballs 
burning in her head as the simmering juices in her vagina continued boiling 
over and spilling out of her, down her ass cheeks onto the clothing under 
her body. 

Pat felt she was going to explode. This was the most fabulous thing she had 
ever witnessed. It was driving her up the wall. Unable to stand still, she 
was squirming while still facing the front of the elevator. To see and hear 
all this in a single afternoon, especially since it was her first day on the 
job, made Pat realize she was somewhat privileged. Sure, there were girls in 
her school who knew all about things like this from firsthand experience, 
but they were the kind of girls Pat had always avoided for the most part. 
And if any girls she did know had enjoyed some of this, they were discreet 
enough to keep their mouths shut. She realized this was something she'd 
never be able to discuss with anyone. 

"Ohhhhhh yeeeaaahhhhh!!!" Dave Vane cried out. "I'm gonna ... come ... soon 
... uhhhh ... " 

"Wait for me," Mary was begging. "Oh please, wait for me." 

Her legs and thighs tightly clutched the moving man's pumping body, clinging 
to him, clutching him to her, sucking him in again and again. He was being 
pulled into the swirling vortex of her being, and felt the woman would 
explode at any moment. She had changed, just as he had anticipated, but she 
was far more sensuous than even he had believed. This one would be good for 
two or three more fucks in the future. 

Dave Vane ground his cock in all the harder. Her nails sank into his back 
and suddenly they were drawing long, bloody swaths across his spine, cutting 
across the scars of previous cuts. A roar built higher and higher in his 
spinning skull. Yeah, this was terrific cunt, all right. 

Mary clung to him wildly, bouncing her buttocks on the floor beneath, using 
it to piston herself up to his groin, riding up and down the length of his 
thrusting pole again and again. He hammered, battered and banged away at 
her. Her solid loins came together, tightly wrapped around his waist. The 
sound of their bellies meeting ... "splatt!" reverberated throughout the 
closed elevator, and it drove Pat even crazier with anxiety. 

Belly continued hitting belly as cock continued slamming into cunt. Vane 
felt the moment was almost there. 

"Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes," Mary cried out, gasping, straining and arching. 

Vane felt the burning, steaming stream of seed in his balls would split his 
scrotum wide open if it wasn't released. He had to come. He just had to 
come. 

Mary felt her belly lurching, and she knew she was less than seconds away 
from coming. True, she had felt climaxes when a little girl, and 
masturbating. But not once had she ever enjoyed an orgasm with a cock inside 
her. On rare occasions some man would go down on her and lick her clit until 
she came, but even that wasn't too much. This, on the other hand, was going 
to be terrific. She knew the pressure building in her had mounted too high 
to merely settle back. She was going to reach a peak, all right, but it was 
going to be the highest peak she had ever known. 

"Harder! Harder! Harder!" she screamed. 

"YAHHAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The sound of Dave Vane orgasming burst in Pat's ears. 
She didn't believe it possible for two human beings to be so uncontrolled. 
But from what she saw reflected in the chrome door, she realized both Vane 
and Mary had lost any and all control over themselves. So this was how it 
all ended. Wow! Wow! And then, without warning, Pat felt the orgasm burst 
inside her. It wasn't a large one, but the pressure of her outer labia 
rubbing against her clitoris, mingled with the friction of her panties, set 
her orgasm off. Pat clenched her mouth shut tightly, letting the small 
climax surge through her body as Mary, on the floor behind her, shouted, 
"EEEEEEYYYYYYYIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" 

As she stood there, recovering from her own minor crisis, she heard the two 
giggling as they rolled together on the floor. Some moments later, she heard 
them stand and put on what was left of their clothes, and as she let them 
off at Vane's penthouse, she felt the man press something in her hand. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Taking the elevator back to the main floor, Pat looked in her hand. It was a 
folded twenty-dollar bill. Wow! Twenty dollars on top of everything else 
would sure help a lot. Now she was really going to keep her mouth shut. 

Reaching the ground floor, she opened the elevator door and came 
face-to-face with Eric, the starter. He was smiling at her. 

"Hey now," he said. "You really had yourself some kind of a day, didn't you? 
I'll bet you really managed to see some interesting things." 

"None of your business," Pat snapped at him. 

"Fine," Eric nodded. "You just go on remembering it's no one else's 
business, and you'll get to stay on this elevator. Mr. Vane doesn't like to 
continually change operators. He wants one who can be trusted." 

It was almost six-o'clock, so Eric told her she could go off-duty. But she 
was to show up at two the following day. Her school hours were such, she 
finished with her classes at one-thirty. 

Pat hurried to the little room off to the side, got her street clothing, 
went into the ladies' room and changed, took her uniform back to the storage 
room where she hung it up in the closet. Then she went home, tucking the 
twenty-dollar bill in her billfold, and putting the billfold in her handbag. 

Her mother was in the process of making supper when she got home, so Pat 
hurried upstairs to her bedroom. The orgasm she had felt had triggered a new 
need. She wanted to feel more climaxes. 

Closing her bedroom door and locking it, Pat walked to her dresser and 
arranged the makeup mirror in such a way, that it was tilted to let her see 
the reflection of her thighs when she lay down on the bed. Then she 
hurriedly undressed. Pat was burning with fever and aching to feel another 
orgasm. Where there was one, there had to be others. The naked thighs and 
vagina she saw in the mirror looked like something attached to an entirely 
different person. Her eyes made a careful examination of the pink, pouting 
lips standing out from under the black bush on her mount, and she decided 
her vaginal shape was prettier than the reflection she had seen in the 
chrome elevator door, belonging to Mary, the blonde. The mirror was small, 
and all she was able to see was her pubis, so she slid down on the bed a 
little, letting her feet hang over the edge, until she was able to see her 
belly. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to see all of herself. So she got to 
her feet, walked over to the small dresser mirror and stood in front of it. 
Now she was able to see herself much more completely. At least she was able 
to see herself from her neck to her knees, which meant she saw what she 
believed to be all the important areas. 

Sweat broke out all over her youthful body, giving it a gloss, coating her 
nicely swollen breasts, making them shine until they seemed fluorescent. She 
had large, tan aureole, and nicely swollen nipples. Gosh, they were as long 
and as thick as the pink ones belonging to Mary. Pat hadn't realized how 
much her body had developed in the past year. Staring as she did at her full 
breasts made her breathe more stridently. 

Remembering how Mary had reacted when Vane had touched or kissed her 
breasts, Pat was suddenly filled with an urge to touch her own nipples and 
find out if it was really so exciting. This was all so new to her, but it 
seemed so enjoyable. But would she enjoy touching her own breasts as much as 
Mary had enjoyed a man's hands touching hers? 

Nevertheless, she wanted to touch her own nipples to learn what it was like 
to be touched there. She wanted to caress and embrace them, much the way she 
had seen Vane do to Mary's tits. She ached to weigh each one in her hands, 
and as she stared at herself in the mirror, Pat saw her reflection raise 
both hands, fingers spread apart and palms cupped. And as the hands in the 
mirror lightly covered the breasts in the mirror, so Pat felt her own hands 
cover her own breasts. They encircled the swollen mounds on her chest and 
pressed. 

Pat's reflection seemed to tremble, her fingers slowly but surely coming 
together, gently massaging the shiny pink points. Her palms moved in a slow, 
rhythmic circle, almost crushing her full breasts against her youthful body. 
Her nipples seemed to cut into the center of each palm, and Pat suddenly 
felt new bolts of arousal shooting through her. These were similar to those 
she felt in the elevator, but a little stronger because instead of merely 
watching, she was both, watching and participating. 

Her long, exquisite fingers squeezed the glove of each breast gently, and 
for the first time Pat realized how firm her flesh was. Why it was even more 
solid than that of Mary. They seemed to look like foam rubber, even if they 
were two full paps of flesh and blood. 

Pat sighed silently, and the sigh brought her back to reality. Her head had 
been swimming with wild imaginings, seeing the hands on her breasts as those 
of some man, and now she knew they were her own. For an instant she released 
her breasts, letting them fall and bounce as if they were being manipulated 
by a puppeteer. Then she slowly raised them again, cupping them from 
beneath. The rich brown nipples looked like quivering bits of light 
chocolate. She held her swollen breasts out to the woman in the mirror whose 
face she was unable to see, and the woman did the same. Lightly, she touched 
the tip of each nipple with her index fingers, pushing them into her aureole 
as if pushing the button in on a doorbell. A tingling, electric thrill 
charged through her as she watched the nipples pop out again. 

Now, with her thumbs as well as her index fingers, Pat gripped each nipple 
and pressed, squeezing lightly, feeling a wild, maddening sensation charge 
through her body. Oh wow! She'd had no idea there was so much pleasure 
concentrated in the sensitivity of her nipples. She had known they were 
sensitive, but this was unbelievable. 

Pat became aware of another sensation. Wetness was trickling down her right 
thigh. She remembered feeling wet in her crotch when in the elevator, 
earlier, but now, with no panty-crotch to contain the wetness, it went 
running down her thigh, and then her leg. The tickling sensation was driving 
her mad with desire. 

Staring at the reflection of her body in the mirror, she had a full view of 
the thick, healthy pink labia she had seen before, when lying down. The 
cuntlips shone through her dark hair, seeming to stand out. Staring at it 
increased the tingling thrills building inside her body. This made her 
squeeze the solid flesh of her nipples that much harder. Odd, but it didn't 
hurt. It should have hurt, what with the way she was applying pressure, but 
it didn't. Instead, that wonderful, thrilling sensation built higher and 
higher, and Pat realized it was the feeling that would eventually lead to 
the climax she was seeking. More liquid was dripping down her thighs from 
within her seething vaginal interior. She moaned and sighed, but this time 
she didn't snap out of the reverie into which she was falling. Pat felt her 
lips were dry, and she licked them as her fingers continued to madly massage 
her enlarged nipples. 

Closing her eyes, Pat recalled how Vane had bent down and licked Mary's 
nipples, and she had an unaccountable urge to taste herself. She wondered if 
Vane got as much enjoyment from sucking the nipples as Mary must have gotten 
from having them sucked. Well, she was about to find out for herself. With 
trembling hands, she raised both breasts as high as possible, pointing the 
nipple centers toward her mouth. Shudderingly, she bent her head and leaned 
toward her right breast. Her lips parted and she thrust her tongue all the 
way out, letting the tip graze her sensitive nipple. 

Pat jumped as if someone had poked her with a cattle prod. God! It didn't 
merely feel good. It felt fantastic. And her tongue radiated with a funny 
feeling, letting her know men enjoyed sucking a woman's nipple as much as a 
woman enjoyed having a mouth at her breast. Golly! It had never occurred to 
her to try anything like this, before. The delights were totally new and 
immeasurable. Releasing her left breast, she used both hands to tug her 
other breast even higher. She strained to bring the nipple even closer to 
her mouth, feeling the saliva build inside, letting her know how anxious her 
mouth was to taste her nipple. Forcing her head lower, Pat thrust her tongue 
farther out. Then she began lapping the erect nipple. Her tongue moved back 
and forth, back and forth, and it became shiny with her sputum. She ached to 
push the entire breast into her mouth. Unfortunately, or perhaps 
fortunately, her breasts were firm, solid, and well-proportioned, which 
meant the best she was able to do was push half a teat between her sucking 
lips. Each breast would have been more than a mouthful, had she been able to 
force the entire mammary higher. She sucked the nipple avidly, letting it 
scrape across her palate. 

Eventually, the strain of holding her large breast up became too much, and 
Pat reluctantly released it. It fell back into place, hanging beside its 
twin, but more lustrous than the other teat because it glistened and shone 
with the oral attentions that had been paid to it. Would a man's mouth have 
the same effect, or would it be different? She wondered. 

Pat's gaze drifted lower as she stared into the mirror. She was gazing at 
her flat stomach, a soft, firm plane of flesh, dimpled by a perfect navel. 
She enjoyed watching the way it moved in and out with her breathing. 

Her hips were starting to swell nicely, though they would never become too 
large. She had a small, round pair of buttocks, shaped to attract men, 
though time would never turn the cheeks into heavy balloons. Not that she 
particularly cared about her buttocks. They were behind her, and the only 
way she'd ever see them would be to turn her back to the mirror and twist 
her head around. Somehow Pat didn't find the idea too exciting. 

Her eyes continued drifting lower, and she was her rounded hips taper into 
firm, solid pillars of white, creamy flesh. She hadn't had a chance to do 
any sunbathing the past summer, and as a result, her flesh was as white as 
Mary's. But her black hair made her white skin seem even more lustrous. The 
creases where her luscious thighs joined her body were dark, thin lines, and 
they pointed in one direction. A faint, downy line of black fuzz ran from 
her navel in the same direction, and even the triangular patch of black 
curls was pointing at the puffy, pouting area of her pubes. It looked very 
much like Mary's, but as Pat had observed earlier, her labia were thicker 
and fuller, with a stronger outward swelling. 

David Vane had referred to the female pubic area as the cunt or the pussy. 
Pat knew it as her vagina, and had no idea there were so many slang names 
for it. She recalled seeing the way Vane's meaty hose had plundered the 
tight, narrow slit between Mary's thighs. She also recalled the initial 
gasps of pain coming from Mary, at first, followed by sighs of rapturous 
ecstasy. Her clitoris, poking its head out from the membrane covering it, 
reminded her of the way her wet panty crotch had rubbed against the little 
nubbin, helping to bring on her first orgasm. Yes, yes, a lot of her 
sensitivity was in that clitoral bud. Remembering how the friction had 
brought on her orgasm caused Pat to shudder with wild, unimaginable 
sensations. Almost without realizing it, her right hand began slowly 
reaching down, and when the ball of her forefinger touched it, she jumped as 
if it had been touched with an exposed wire. Slowly she began massaging it, 
and the thrills began to instantly build in her hungry body. Ohhhhh! Yes! 
Yes! There was no doubt this was one of the centers of total enjoyment. 

Looking around the room, she saw the armless chair in the corner, where she 
usually threw her clothes, at night. She walked over to it, brought it away 
from the corner and set it down before her dresser, but far enough away so 
she was able to see the lower half of her body when she sat. Now she spread 
her delightful white thighs wide apart, giving herself a full view of the 
puffy lips she had come to admire so much. In her mind there wasn't the 
slightest doubt that her cunt was prettier than Mary's. Now she saw more of 
the love dew seeping from it. 

Reaching down, she cupped her right hand against the hair surrounded slash, 
enjoying the way her middle finger seemed to fit itself into the seeping 
cut. For a brief moment she shut her eyes, once again seeing David Vane's 
cock sinking into Mary's pretty box. The heel of her hand rubbed firmly 
against her clitoris. A wild sensation began shooting through her, building 
itself higher and higher. The contact was causing blistering thrills to fill 
her body and her buttocks began jumping up and down on the wooden chair. Her 
flaming vagina was dripping wet and all set to explode. She was becoming 
more and more sensitive because of the way her fingers moved through her 
labia. Two fingers now parted the petal-like flanges of soft, tender flesh, 
exposing the pink-welled interior. Hot, colorless fluid came squirting out 
of the deep hole, drenching her hand with its wetness. 

Pat moaned, seeing, in her mind's eye, the way Mary's cunt had emitted the 
juices as well, and then she opened her eyes and saw her own vagina more 
drenched than Mary's would ever be. The thrilling sight of her cunt built 
the feelings even higher inside her. It was definitely more fun to look at 
her own vagina than that of another female. 

Stretching her thighs even wider apart, Pat bounced her buttocks on the 
chair until she had levered her hips forward to give her an even better view 
of the delicate, satiny ribbons of flesh making up her labia. She had moved 
both hands between her thighs, and they were pressing into her tender labia, 
spreading them stickily apart. She was thrilled by the soft popping sounds 
she heard each time the lips separated from one another. 

Now Pat had an even better view of her inner feminine enclave. It seemed 
strange to the teenage girl. She had no idea why she felt as she did, nor 
did she care. She did know she enjoyed the feelings running rampantly 
through her, and very much wanted to enhance them. There was something 
delightfully thrilling in seeing all that living, wet, heated 
pinkness-almost redness-as her fingers separated the entrance to her furry 
beaver. It was so completely ... exciting and wanton. Her delicate virginal 
hole, the place that looked so much like the tunnel in Mary violated by Dave 
Vane, looked like a yawning flesh chasm in need of solace. Yes, her vagina 
needed to be consoled, if only because it was still virginal and did not 
know the enjoyment of having a man inside. There was no doubt but that her 
cunt needed something inside. But she couldn't go out on the street and walk 
up to just any man and offer herself to him. No, the male had to be 
physically attractive, somewhat like Dave Vane. Not that she expected Vane 
would ever bother looking at her. She was so young compared to all the other 
girls and women he knew. At least, she supposed she was much younger than 
they, if Mary was any criterion. 

Her eyes once again rested on that little nubbin of flesh at the top of her 
inner lips, sticking boldly out. It was a bright, rich crimson by now, 
vellicating wildly, as if begging her to touch it again. There were so many 
wonderful and wild sensations in that little extension of flesh. 

Excitedly, Pat reached down with her left index finger and pushed against 
the fleshy little button. Maddening static began shooting through her, as if 
she had stuck her finger into a socket and current was rampantly running 
through her. Mad, insane ideas began chasing crazier, wilder thoughts 
through her entire mind and body. Her firm thighs began shuddering and 
trembling as heavy droplets of perspiration formed on her pelvis and 
trickled down alongside her fingers against her shuddering pussy. 

Pat began rubbing her clitoris very very slowly, thrilling to each new, 
wonderful sensation as it took possession of her. Her finger began rubbing a 
little harder, and at the same time her other index finger, as if trying to 
steady her bouncing body, inserted itself in the pink, creamy orifice, 
moving carefully between those soft, slippery labia. The instant her finger 
slipped in, she began gyrating wildly, and this enhanced the friction of her 
finger against her sensitive clitoris. 

Pat's eyes were wide open, almost bulging from her head as she gazed with 
unwavering concentration on the image of herself in the mirror, thrilling to 
the sight of the finger sliding in and out of the sodden vagina, knowing it 
was her own vagina, and the feelings she was enjoying were real, and not 
merely in her mind. She dared not push her fingers too far into her 
quivering cunt. There was some kind of obstruction inside, and the one time 
she did push her fingers too far in, she felt a little pain. No, better to 
push her fingers a little way in and concentrate on what her other 
forefinger was doing to her clit. Clit? Yes, she had heard the clitoris 
called a clit. 

The girl began applying more and more pressure. Her entire body was coated 
with perspiration. And she continually attempted to force her thighs to 
spread themselves even wider apart, her spine resting on the very edge of 
the chair. She vividly applied more and more pressure to the ultra-sensitive 
area. The fingers within were rubbing against the upper wall of her vaginal 
cave, which was more sensitive than any of the other walls, and now they 
wildly massaged themselves against that portion of her inner realm. 

Pinpricks of pleasure dotted Pat's trembling body from top to bottom. 
Blistering, thrilling, orgiastic sensations caused sparklers of slashing 
light to pin wheel inside her aroused brain. Both hands moved speedily now, 
one rubbing the tiny red button, the other forcing her fingers in and out of 
her boiling quim all the more rapidly. Bubbling water inside her suddenly 
became fiery lava, and this soon became molten metal as her entire body 
started to spastically tremble. The muscles in her arms and wrists were 
paining her, yet she endured the agony rather than stop. The orgasm she had 
felt in the elevator filled her memory, and the sensations building up in 
her body let her know what she would shortly feel would be far greater than 
the minor thrill that had quaked her at that time. The thrill built ever 
higher, and then she began experiencing the wonderful bliss she had known in 
the elevator, only to the fifth power, this time. Once more, she had to 
clench her teeth to keep herself from screaming. She didn't want her parents 
to hear her and come running upstairs to find out what was the matter. 

The climax exploded from her frothing pussy as the colorless water inside 
began spewing insanely forth. Pat's two fingers were rubbing her cunt so 
hard, had it not been for the excessive amount of juice she was emitting, 
she would certainly have rubbed off some tender skin. The flaming com-juice 
drenched her fingers, her hand, her wrist, and even part of her forearm. 
Even so, her fingers continued their insane thrusting into her body, careful 
to avoid the membrane that caused pain when touched. But massaging the walls 
of her cunt as they did, her fingers completed the passionate, overwhelming 
explosion. The orgasm continued bearing down on her, giving her arms and 
legs the consistency of a rag doll. She chewed her lower lip repeatedly to 
keep herself from screaming aloud. 

Pat jackknifed forward, both hands locked between her taut, slender thighs. 
Her torso was shuddering as it was hit by yet another, completely 
unexpected, orgasm. It was wonderful for Pat to learn how sensuous she 
really was, and despite the power of this second orgasm, it still was not 
enough. She needed more. She tumbled forward off the chair, slipping to the 
floor, her knees drawn up against her breasts as her fingers, jammed into 
her vagina, continued their wild manipulations. 

Yes, she thought to herself, rubbing her cheek on the bedroom carpet, this 
had to be the most wonderful feeling a person could feel. It was a 
culminative sensation without equal. And yet ... yet ... it still wasn't 
enough. There had to be more. There had to be a better feeling. 

"Patricia!" her mother's voice called from downstairs, breaking into her 
reverie. "Supper." 

Everything was subsiding now. She slowly rose to her feet and dressed. Yes, 
there was more, much more. She had seen some of it that afternoon, in the 
elevator. And one day she would find out about it for herself. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Pat was more than anxious to get to her job the following day, but it turned 
out to be a routine day. In fact, the next two weeks turned out to be 
routine. True, she saw Dave Vane from time-to-time. He had a habit of 
pinching her bottom each time he entered the elevator to let her know he was 
there. And every Friday he slipped her a ten-dollar bill. Many attractive 
women got on the elevator with Vane, but none of them ever did any talking 
until they were up in his office. And none of them were invited up to his 
penthouse apartment. It soon dawned on Pat that if Vane intended inviting a 
woman to his penthouse, she would have to pass the "elevator test" first. 

Every night, Pat went home and masturbated, imagining herself to be Vane's 
lover. It wasn't that he was the handsomest or the most masculine man she 
had ever seen. But his was the first cock she had ever seen. She was certain 
other men didn't sport anything nearly as large. She didn't fancy herself in 
love with the man. There was something about Vane that made it impossible 
for a girl like Pat to love him. He was strong, virile, and masculine, but 
he was too dominant, more concerned with his own pleasure, but his own 
pleasure was primary. Yet he was the kind of man Pat would have willingly 
surrendered her virginity to, had he propositioned her. But he didn't. All 
he did was wink at her and pinch her bottom each time he got on the 
elevator, as if the two of them were sharing some wonderful conspiracy. 

And then, one day, as she was taking him up to his penthouse, he spoke to 
her. 

"How old are you, kid?" he asked. 

"My name is Pat," she told him. "I'm not a kid." 

"Yeah, well you sure look old enough. Hey, I can tell from the way you look 
at me, you think I was kind of rough on the blonde, Mary Rath, that day we 
were alone in the elevator." 

"Do you really care what I think?" Pat asked. 

"In a way," he nodded. "You see, you'll be on this elevator for as long as 
you work here, and you'll be seeing a lot more things like that. I know you 
have more sense than to talk about it, but I think you should know, I treat 
a lady like a lady, and a tramp like a tramp. They want to be treated that 
way. Mary is a little bit of a tramp, so I had to force her into doing what 
she really wanted to do, anyway. She's more than glad I did. She comes to 
the apartment once a week, in the late evenings now, by herself. And she 
does it because she likes it, and for no other reason." 

"Look, I really don't care what you do or why," Pat insisted. 

"You don't understand, kid," he smiled. "Tomorrow, I'll be entertaining 
another lady in this elevator while you're here. Compared to Mary, this one 
is a real bitch. When I say she's a tramp, I don't mean she sells herself to 
everyone. There are trampy dames who have loads of money, too. This happens 
to be one of them. She wants to hire me to handle her divorce case. She 
expects me to suck a lot of money out of her soon-to-be ex-husband. And I 
will, provided she does precisely what I want. You see, in her case, money 
isn't enough. She's a snob. Whatever sex she ever did go in for with that 
shnook of a husband was of the missionary kind. She doesn't think anything 
else is proper. So no matter what you see tomorrow, don't start thinking 
about what a bastard I am. I'm giving this dame a dose of some good 
medicine. Got me?" 

"Yes sir," Pat nodded as the elevator stopped at the penthouse. 

"You're a good kid," Vane said, stepping out of the elevator. "Maybe, some 
evening, when I'm not entertaining clients, you and I might ... well ... 
we'll see." 

He winked at her again as the elevator door closed. 

Inwardly, Pat was both thrilled and scared. Vane had all but propositioned 
her. And though she had often dreamed of his doing just that, she knew she 
would have rejected him had he actually asked her, then and there. Not that 
she had any objections to screwing in an elevator. It was a nice, private 
place, where no cameras were hidden. The sound of the elevator machinery 
made it impossible to use hidden microphones, and the movement of the 
elevator definitely enhanced erotic feelings. But her fear of the unknown, 
of not really knowing what it was like to have a penis injected into her, 
would have made Pat refuse Vane. And as she rode the elevator down, Pat 
mentally kicked herself for refusing a proposition she had never received. 
Sooner or later she would have to find out what it was all about, and Vane 
was as good a man as any to teach her. Still, she was afraid. 

That evening, when she went home, she didn't masturbate. And because she 
didn't, she slept poorly, with bad dreams. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next day, at three fifteen, Pat took the elevator to the second floor. 
Dave Vane got on, and with him was what appeared to be a very reluctant 
woman. Yet the woman got on of her own accord. Vane didn't pull her or coax 
her or say anything to her, which led Pat to believe the woman had some kind 
of idea as to what was about to take place. Pat, at a nod from Vane, punched 
the OVERRIDE button, then faced forward, this time staring at the chrome 
reflections of the two people behind her. 

"All right, Linda," Vane said. "Here and now." 

Linda, like Mary, was blonde. But Linda was a honey blonde. Linda was short, 
with a cherubic face, and a little on the chubby side. Pat knew at once this 
woman was not nearly as well built as Mary or herself. She wondered why Vane 
wanted anything to do with the woman. Her breasts were big, but only because 
she was a bit chubby. She had a round stomach and a large behind. Linda was 
wearing a loose dress to try and hide her cherubic shape, but her roundness 
wouldn't stay hidden. 

Pat stared at the reflection of the attorney and saw his tented pants and 
knew he was aroused. Obviously there was something about this woman which 
got him all steamed up. Linda was facing away from him, looking at the side 
of the elevator, her short, golden hair covering her nape. The indirect 
lighting in the elevator made it all but impossible to see through the 
woman's blue dress. But her shoulders did have a nice, gentle slope to them, 
and her waist, though a little heavy, managed to be shadowed by her breasts. 
Pat had to admit there was a sensual curve to the woman's hips that really 
looked nice. Pat also noticed Linda had nice legs. Yes, now that she took a 
second look, Pat saw some extreme sensuality in the woman, but Linda was 
doing her best to keep it hidden. When Vane gulped, anticipating what lay 
ahead, his cock jerked in his pants. Linda, facing away from him, didn't see 
it. But Pat, staring at his reflection, immediately noticed it. 

"Come on, let's not play games," Vane said. "I told you my terms, and you 
agreed on them. Here, now, in the moving elevator. Don't worry about the 
elevator girl. She won't turn around and look." 

His eyes were locked on the blonde woman, but Linda remained facing away 
from him as if she didn't hear him. She slowly began undoing the zipper on 
her dress as if she were in some kind of trance. There was a small railing 
in the elevator, and when the woman took off her garments, she carefully 
draped them over the railing. Finally, she was completely undressed, save 
for her pumps, which she wore to keep her feet from feeling cold. 

Vane stood there, watching her, knowing he was going to get his way. Yet he 
was irritated by her indifferent manner. The cold bitch was doing what he 
wanted, but not in the way he wanted. She was behaving in a totally uncaring 
way, as if to tell him to get it over with. Well this wasn't exactly what he 
had in mind. For a moment he became indignant. 

"Just what are you trying to pull?" he asked. 

Turning toward him, letting him see her naked front for the first time, 
allowing her full breasts with their rosy tips to bobble before his eyes, 
she breathed deeply, watching as he undressed in front of her. When he was 
totally naked, with his jacket and shirt spread out on the elevator floor, 
his strong, muscular legs widespread, Linda's eyes were ungovernably drawn 
to the massive length and breadth standing out from under the hairy bush on 
his pelvis. It sliced through the air like a red-tipped sword, jutting 
stiffly out in her direction. Then Linda's eyes moved haughtily up to his 
face. 

"I told you, if you're going to insist on this, I'll do it, but I won't like 
it," she told him. "If it thrills you to force me to your will, then by all 
means, do so." 

The tone in her voice was one of indifference mingled with disgust. Her eyes 
were now closed, as if shutting him out. Yet Vane was aware the picture of 
his upstanding cock was locked in her mind, if only because it was the most 
massive truncheon in town. He saw her shudder as a ripple of unwanted 
excitement coursed through Linda. 

Pat also saw the woman shudder, and since she was feeling excited, she 
understood the meaning of Linda's quiver, Linda's eyes were clenched shut, 
forcing herself not to take a second look. 

"You're trying to make more of this than you should," Pat heard Vane tell 
Linda. 

For the first time, the elevator girl realized Vane had been drinking. He 
was usually very calm. This time he was irritated and angry. She saw the 
blood pulsing in his temple artery, even in the reflection in the chrome 
door with all its distortions. And matching the pulsations in his head were 
the twitching movements of his throbbing penis. 

"All I want is a simple divorce," Linda insisted. "That gives you no excuse 
to be physical with me." 

"The fact that you're a woman and I'm a man is all the excuse I need," Vane 
told her. "You didn't have to accept my terms. You know full well there are 
many other divorce lawyers who could have gotten a good settlement for you. 
And they would have been less expensive than I, and not demand any kind of 
physical payment." 

"And you know you're the best attorney in town," Linda snapped back. "There 
will be no unexpected things taking place with you in the courtroom. You'll 
get me a far bigger settlement than any of the other lawyers, and it's worth 
it to me to pay the higher fee." 

"But it's not worth it to put out for me?" 

"At another time, in another place, I ... might be ... willing." 

"Bullshit! You're a frigid bitch who has to be warmed up. And I'm just the 
cocksman to do it. Baby, there are things about a cock you have yet to 
learn, and today is the first lesson. I'm not the least bit interested what 
you do with your husband ... or what you don't do, for that matter. I want 
your cunt, all right, but not the way you think. Maybe, if you do what I 
want well enough, I'll feed my cock into your cunt, and you'll be glad to 
have it." 

"I'm glad you have so much self-confidence," Linda snapped. "It'll do 
wonders in court." 

"Don't worry about what I do in court," Vane snapped. "There's no one around 
as good, and you damn well know it. By the same token, there's no one as 
good when it comes to using a cock. And this is something else you're about 
to find out." 

Pat had never seen Vane so angry. Even Linda was afraid, shrinking away from 
him into a corner of the elevator. The blonde woman felt a shudder ripple 
coldly over her nude, silken flesh as she stared at Vane. She also saw him 
clutch at his hot, thrusting stalk of solid red flesh. He was licentiously 
stroking it back and forth, the foreskin sliding over the corona again and 
again. The lascivious sight both fascinated her and repelled her. Linda had 
never bothered looking too closely at her husband's cock. She always 
insisted on doing things in the dark, under the covers, with him putting it 
in, coming quickly, and pulling out. Since she was usually very, very quick 
to come, that was all she wanted or needed. When her husband suggested some 
kinky kinds of sex, she consistently rebuffed him. That was why he had 
started fooling around on the outside, and that was why he had been caught 
by private detectives Linda had hired. 

Linda had agreed to let Vane "do things" with her in the elevator, but she 
was fast becoming angry at his obnoxious dominating manner. That, plus his 
use of certain words, irritated her beyond belief. 

"You just keep tugging on it like that," she snapped. "It looks very natural 
there, in your hand. You're like some spoiled brat who has to run into the 
bathroom and play with himself because not everyone finds him fascinating. 
Go on, Mr. Vane. Pull it! Keep on pulling it. Because I've changed my mind 
and I've decided I don't want you to put it into my vagina." 

Normally, Vane would have let her words slide off him like water off the 
proverbial duck's back. But the drinks had clouded his judgment, and he 
didn't know what he was doing. 

Pat stared at their reflections as Vane slapped Linda's face. The blonde 
woman fell to the floor of the elevator, and Vane fell too, straddling her 
with his knees, his buttocks sitting on her lush, rounded breasts, the 
nipples digging into his flesh. His knees were cruelly pinning her arms to 
the floor, though her forearms were free. He reached down with one hand and 
gripped her short hair, tugging her head upright, much the way he had tugged 
Mary's head up. But with his other hand he was gripping his cock, and 
instead of merely waving it in front of her as he had done with Mary, he 
brought it forward, forcing the bright-red head toward her clamped-together 
lips. The hand gripping her hair was tugging her face closer to the dripping 
penis. 

"Stop it!" Linda screamed through clenched teeth. "I won't do it, damn you! 
This is disgusting. I'll never do anything like this." 

Pat stared, wide-eyed, not daring to move. At first, she, too, had been 
disgusted at the idea of a man putting a penis into a woman's mouth. But 
remembering how much she enjoyed sucking her own nipples, she wondered if 
she'd enjoy sucking a thick cock. The idea made her brain really start to 
spin. Oh, yes, yes, that would really be something. She wanted to try it, 
but at the moment she didn't dare move. She had to stay perfectly still. 

"Yes you will, you goddamn cunt," he snarled. "You damn bitch. You think 
your fucking mouth is so sacred. Well let me tell you, you're going to suck 
my prick until I shoot my load down that sweet throat of yours. It's about 
time you learned what jizz tastes like. You'll suck it or as the elevator 
girl is my witness, I'll drop your case. Now you just make believe it's a 
tasty stick of candy. Believe me, Linda, soon you'll be sucking it just like 
its candy." 

His hand released his penis and he slapped the blonde woman, first on one 
cheek, then on the other. The resounding sound of the smacks startled Pat as 
they echoed in the tiny, enclosed elevator. It was at the top of the shaft 
at the moment, and now started on its way down. 

Just as Mary had struggled against Vane, so did Linda fight him, now. Her 
body writhed under his ass, her legs kicking out futilely. Her fury knew no 
restraint as tears of mortified shame started streaming down her cheeks. 
Linda knew, even as she fought, her struggles were in vain. The unbelievable 
insane luridness of this obscene spectacle was as much her fault as it was 
his. She should never have agreed to this ridiculous business of being naked 
in an elevator. 

"Suck it!" Vane was saying. "Take my cock in that hot mouth, you snotty 
cunt," he bellowed savagely, staring down at her and jerking her head 
wickedly by her blonde hair up toward his pulsating rod. And each time she 
refused, he slapped her face again, continuing to hurt her until the weight 
of his ass on her breasts became so heavy, she was no longer able to 
struggle. Ultimately, she went limp. 

Linda heard the rasping of Vane's heavy breathing as his knees, pressing on 
her muscles, caused numbness to set in. His lean buttocks flattened her full 
breasts against her chest, making her gasp for air, and his huge cock now 
rested its head against her chin. Slowly, and with closed, tear-filled eyes, 
Linda raised her head. She shuddered, knowing she was about to do something 
she had always thought abhorrent. The idea of biting him crossed her mind, 
but she didn't dare. She needed him to get her lucrative divorce. So, in 
order to get that fat settlement, she now had to do what she had never done 
before. It sickened her to even think about it. The best thing was to do it 
with a closed mind ... don't think about it. 

"No way, Linda-bitch," Vane snarled, withdrawing his knees from her arms. "I 
know what's going on in your mind, and if you think I'm going to let you do 
this without knowing and fully appreciating what you're doing, think again. 
Take the full length of it in your hands and lick it, from top to bottom. 
Lick up one side and down the other, you goddamn cunt. Then you lick my 
balls until every inch of scrotum is soaking wet. You keep using that 
tongue, non-stop. If you do stop, I'll take the belt off my pants and tan 
that lovely ass of yours. We're about to find out just how talented and 
educated that mouth of yours is. Start licking." 

Pat felt her breath caught in her throat. She wondered if Linda would do it. 
She knew she would never have to be forced to do something like this. She 
wanted to do it. Oh Lord! Heat burned through her at the prospect of being 
able to do it. Yet she had to remain facing forward, her arms at her sides. 

Vane's face was a mask of enraged, grotesque, sadistic lust as he watched 
the subservient nakedness of his latest client. Linda's face was pleading 
and awe-stricken as her numb arms felt prickles of returning sensation, 
allowing her to raise her hands toward the heavy penis jerking against her 
lower lip. Her fingers reached up and slowly touched the throbbing rod. 
After a moment, feeling the heated staff quiver, she forced her fingers to 
wrap themselves around the phallic spire, sending heated sensations of lust 
shooting through the fleshy rod. It jerked as if it had been hit by 
lightning, and the grunting sound coming from Vane's throat echoed the 
building tension in his body. 

Raptly gazing at the reflections in the chrome door, Pat almost jumped when 
she saw Linda's eyes pop open in a combination of debased subjugation and 
unwanted passion. Tiny flames of intractable lust were kindling in the 
depths of those eyes. 

"You are going to learn, once and for all," Vane told Linda. "There's more 
to sex than lying back and letting some man jam his prick into your hole. 
And by God! You'll not only learn new things today, but you'll like every 
bit of it. You'll suck my dick to my satisfaction, or you'll strangle to 
death in the attempt." 

By now, Pat was used to hearing absolutes. She knew Vane was exaggerating 
more than a little, and she wasn't worried he'd choke the poor woman. In 
fact, knowing Vane as she did, Pat was certain Linda would eventually get to 
like what he was making her do. He was the kind of man who was determined to 
get his way, even if it meant changing the mind of another human being. 

Vane was shuddering, himself. The drinks had made him over-bold, and for 
awhile he was afraid he had finally gone too far. But now, feeling the way 
Linda's hands were actually holding his cock, as if caressing the turgid 
extension against her will, unbelievable flashes of electrical carnality 
seemed to be incited inside him. Thrills raced through him, blinding him to 
everything other than the total degradation of this particular woman. 

Linda was unable to comprehend the emotions trying to take hold of her 
anguished self. The almost overwhelming anger and frustration, added to the 
bitterness Vane had evoked in her, plus the dejection she felt at having to 
suffer through all this, was enough to frazzle the nerves of anyone. Now 
there was the addition of terrifying fear, and that fear had driven her to 
defend herself against what she felt was a very lurid and depraved attack. 
Now everything was giving way to fermenting galvanizations spiraling through 
her loins and belly as her fingers curled around the throbbing presence of 
his very real, unbelievably thick cock. She clutched it in her grasping 
hands, and then found herself whimpering aloud. Linda's cobwebbed brain had 
become an entangled mixture of inconstant reactions, and the added presence 
of this monstrous phallus held in the circle of her tiny fist, less than an 
inch from her lips, now hurriedly overshadowed all other things. Once again 
a tear tumbled from her eye, running halfway down her cheek before falling 
into the hair at her temple. Her fingers were involuntarily squeezing and 
stroking the penile monster. His fingers, tightening, in her hair, enhanced 
the lust inside her. At that moment, Linda realized she had a touch of 
masochism inside her. She wanted to be hurt ... a little bit. 

"Come on, come on," Vane roared. "Start using that tongue. Put it to work 
licking my cock, you bitch," he snarled, staring down at her, tugging her 
bewildered face closer to his enormous pylon. "All the goddamn pleading in 
the world isn't going to let you off this hook, honey. When this is all over 
you may never want to know me, but until your case is settled in court, you 
are going to learn to give head and love it." 

"God!" Linda gasped. "Ohhhhh God!" 

Her gasp was not a plea for salvation, but rather a question to the Almighty 
as to why she was feeling so aroused at the idea of suddenly giving in to 
this man. She would have laughed in her husband's face had he suggested they 
do anything like this. Once, when he even suggested a change of position she 
had locked her husband out of the bedroom for a week. It was bad enough this 
man wanted her to lick his penis, but eventually he wanted her to suck the 
whole thing into her mouth, and even swallow the sperm he was going to 
eject. It made Linda wonder how many other women in this world did such 
depraved acts. 

"Stop stalling," Vane snapped, ready to slap her again. "I want to feel that 
tongue of yours go to work. And when you've finished using your tongue, 
start to work with those lips. Before this elevator ride is finished, you'll 
be an accomplished fellatrice." 

For the littlest instant a surge of panic almost swept over Linda. She 
suddenly realized she was trapped and there was no escape He intended making 
her perform this perverted act, and once again that strange masochistic 
sensation inside her began stirring up and surging through her as, in the 
depths of her abasement, she continued pulling and tugging on the penis. 
Linda sensed the way Vane was writhing, and her ears thrilled to the moans 
his mouth emitted when she tugged back the foreskin and exposed the 
glistening red head. Her fist manipulated the thick outer flesh back and 
forth, her mind concentrating on the lewdness of what he was making her do. 
And finally, there was nothing other than the hot, burning sensation of his 
massive prick in her small fist, her fingers barely able to encircle it. And 
now she slowly but surely raised her head, opening her mouth. 

Linda heard Vane choke in licentious anticipation while incomprehensible 
trickles of desire began rampantly charging through her feminine torso, 
causing her to take a deep breath, hold it, and stick out her tongue, 
allowing it to come into contact with the soft, rubbery penile tip. With a 
little hesitation she permitted her oral organ to swirl around the 
helmet-like point, tasting his salty flesh. And all the while Vane, staring 
at her pink tongue, gasped, writhing his ass cheeks against her breasts. And 
then the point of her tongue braved the little slit in the tip of his penis 
and licked into it, slurping and slavering as if trying to draw out his 
lubrication. 

Pat, staring, felt the saliva in her own mouth start to build, and she 
realized she was jealous of Linda. She wanted to be the one to suck on that 
massive penis. God! If only Vane would ask her to join in. She was aching to 
become part of all this. 

Linda continued holding her breath, and for the first time in her spoiled 
life tasted the pungent tang emitted from the tip of a male phallus. The 
passion-incited seminal lubrication came out in tiny droplets, and her 
tongue scooped them out before they were able to fall. Though she tried 
fighting it, Linda felt a new wave of unwanted excitement coursing through 
her, provoking her, making her nostrils flare, widely. Am then her tongue 
was automatically licking along the vein-embossed underside, washing that 
part of the penis again and again, moving all the way to the base, where it 
joined the scrotum, then back up to the corona where her tongue circled the 
rim. Her tiny hand opened to let her tongue lick the underside, then 
tightened when the tongue moved away, jerking assiduously, squeezing the 
heavy base. She felt the wrinkled scrotum against the side of her hand and 
almost laughed because the many hairs covering it tickled her. Now her 
fingers encircled the doughy mass of testicles, and her nails subconsciously 
drew themselves lightly through the wrinkles, making him writhe. And then 
the bloated mass was cupped in her palm and she was gently closing her 
fingers around the throbbing length. 

Linda's face was nuzzling the hard cock, and her tongue was licking it with 
unqualified affection. Without realizing it, she was truly starting to enjoy 
what she was doing. She no longer thought about the elevator girl, nor the 
movement of the elevator, itself. All she cared about was this wonderful 
object her tongue was tasting and her fingers were caressing. Her other hand 
was clutching the heavy penile length, tugging down on it, keeping the 
proud, carmine head fully exposed. Pursing her mouth, she moved her suddenly 
eager lips forward, letting them encircle the ponderous scarlet cap within 
their ovalled circle, allowing the heated staff to slide right along the 
entire length of her working tongue as her wet, circular-shaped mouth 
absorbed more and more of it. The oozing drops of seepage filled the hot 
oral shelter with its wildly arousing piquancy. 

Vane gasped above the woman's awkwardly nodding head as she had to raise it 
to keep it moving. He stared at the way Linda labored, her mouth sucking on 
the very tip of his throbbing phallus, hardly able to believe the salacious 
sight of her haughty face, now so erotically and licentiously distorted as 
she began sucking in earnest. Jesus God! He had really set off something 
inside the woman. It was something even she had not been aware of, though he 
was willing to bet she was aware of it right now. Little by little she was 
munching her way up the length of his rod, intent on fitting every "last 
little bit of it into her mouth. He groaned again, then grabbed his pants 
which lay off to the side, rolled them into a tight ball, and shoved them 
under Linda's head, pillowing it. He eased her head back against the rolled 
up pants, then put his weight forward, on his knees, taking his ass off her 
breasts, pushing his cock further forward. He was as intent as she in 
wanting every last little bit of cock stuffed into her mouth, even if it 
meant pushing his head into her pharynx. His hands reached forward and moved 
behind her head, pulling it up a little, making it easier for her. And all 
the while, one of Linda's hands cupped the weighty clump of his testicles 
with loving care, while the other hand tightly gripped the base of his cock. 

Jesus H. Christ. In all the years Vane had been blown by women, he had never 
known one to learn this quickly or this eagerly. She was munching his cock 
with as much feeling as he had when he sucked pussy. God! Now he began a 
slow undulation of his hips, sliding the thick, lustful penis in and out of 
the girl's mouth. She sucked noisily, and it echoed throughout the small 
elevator car. His hands still held her head up a little, and she continued 
guiding his penis in and out of her mouth with her own hand, while her other 
hand continued massaging the throbbing wang. 

Pat watched, totally captivated by the sight in the chrome elevator door. 
She felt lewd, burning sensations charge through her as Linda's cheeks 
puffed and sucked in, and the woman's head moved with more speed, fervently 
bobbing up and down all the more quickly, letting him know she had not only 
surrendered totally to what he wanted her to do, but she was actually 
enjoying it. He continued jamming his throbbing dong between her 
circle-shaped lips, thrusting back and forth with greater and greater fury. 

David Vane was smiling. It was a wicked, obscene smile; a smile of total 
dominant lust. With each maddening thrust into her now-receptive mouth the 
woman moaned in unalloyed wanton passion and massaged the heavy scrotum 
between his thighs. 

Linda was unable to resist the licentious stimulation she felt because of 
being forced to suck her lawyer's throbbing cock. Her cheeks stung with the 
vicious slaps he had delivered to her face, and her breasts continued to 
throb from the crushing weight of his buttocks pressing down. But the 
friction of his ass-flesh made her nipples distend, and when he put more 
pressure on his knees, lifting his cheeks up to ram his cock more certainly 
into Linda's mouth, her nipples tried reaching out to touch his cheeks. She 
couldn't recall when she felt so totally and wonderfully chastised. For the 
first time in her life she was defenseless and humble before a man, sordidly 
shamed, yet it was all so perversely wanton and wonderful. She felt totally 
enraptured and continual sensations of flaming lust mounted higher and 
higher inside her. She had never had these hungry feelings of salaciousness, 
before. A growing, intemperate licentiousness charged wildly through her 
thighs and her soft, rounded belly. 

The woman clung possessively to the cock on which she sucked, fearful it 
might be taken from her. Tears continued to run down her cheeks, but these 
were tears of unfathomable masochistic joy and pleasure. She had never, in 
her wildest dreams, in her remotest fantasies, ever imagined sucking on a 
man's throbbing dong brought such total and sheer bliss. She found her 
tongue eagerly exploring every ridge and curve of the phallic member. The 
tip of her tongue tried reaching down to the base in the hope of examining 
the wrinkles in his balls, but she had yet to fit all of the cock into her 
mouth. Her lips slid to the top of the heavy prick, and her tongue lapped 
around and around the mushroom-shaped crown, and once again licked into the 
little slit, tasting the salty tang of his lubricity. And all the while her 
vagina grew hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter. 

Vane gaped down at the absorbing, interesting face of the woman sucking his 
penis. His hands were pressed against her cheeks, guiding her face back and 
forth along the length of his pulsating wand. He slammed his cock in and out 
with a certain ferocity, watching the way her contorted lips clung 
salaciously to the length and breadth of his massive shaft. He watched her 
lips fold in on themselves each time he plunged forward, then thrilled to 
the sight of them tugging out again each time his penis pulled back. He 
shoved his penis deeper now, feeling her throat gag when the head of his 
masterful cock attempted to penetrate it. He pulled back a little, then 
shoved forward again, and this time managed to sink the shaft a little 
deeper. Yes, his cock was actually reaching into the shimmering depths of 
her esophagus. 

Pat wondered if it was humanly possible for Linda to swallow the entire 
length of that penis. Certainly it was difficult, if not impossible in that 
position. But little by little, she watched the shaft sink deeper. She even 
heard Linda choke and gag as the penis went in, yet the way her hands 
squeezed Vane's balls let Pat know the blonde woman wanted to try taking 
that entire length into her mouth. The wiry hairs of his pelvis were 
pressing against her nose. Yes, yes, the woman was taking the whole length 
of cock into her mouth. Pat was amazed. But she knew, if Linda was able to 
do it, so was she. The woman's hips and thighs bounced wildly on the 
elevator floor, and Pat realized though Linda might enjoy sucking, her 
vagina needed satisfaction. 

Pat wasn't the only one who realized Linda was thrashing her lower half all 
over the elevator floor. Vane turned his head and looked back. One glance at 
the blonde's voluptuous, sensually aroused lower body was all the man 
needed. He craned his neck to see her round, white loins pressing tightly 
against one another. The mad, wild, undulating, writhing movement of her 
hips was too much, and he forced her to lie down as he eased his swollen 
cock from her sucking lips. 

"Ummmm ... more ... more ... let me suck more," Pat heard Linda gasp, and 
realized David Vane had conquered again. He had made a woman do something 
she didn't want to do, but more important, he had made her like it. 

"Easy," Vane was whispering. 

"Please," Linda pleaded. "Oh please, please, please, let me finish it. Let 
me taste your sperm. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it again. It's 
wonderful. It's so fat and long and tastes so good ... I want it ... I want 
it ... " 

"Slow down, Linda-baby," Vane reassured her, sliding back and kissing her 
mouth gently. "I'm not taking my cock away from you. Honey, all I'm going to 
do is turn around, and while you keep on sucking my cock, I'm going to munch 
on that tasty cunt of yours. I can smell the soap you use to keep it clean, 
and it has me all hot and bothered. I have to taste you, honey." 

"Huh?" Linda asked, coming out of her funk. "You want to put your mouth down 
there?" 

"Sure," Vane told her, hoarsely. "Nothing tastes as good to a man as a good, 
sweet pussy." 

"Well ... I don't know. I've never let my husband do anything like that. 
I've always thought it so ... well, you know ... " 

"Hey, baby, that's the place where life starts in the body. Now when you 
wash it out, that's the most sanitary place on earth. And I can tell, you 
keep your pussy nice and clean." 

"Well, yes, I do wash it. I believe it important to smell nice all over." 

"That you do, sweet doll. Now let me kiss it." 

"Okay," Linda nodded, lying flat on the floor, her head still pillowed by 
his rolled up pants. 

Pat, who knew the thrill of a finger against her clitoris, realized David 
Vane was about to apply his tongue to this woman's extended little bit of 
hardened flesh, and the mere thought of being lapped down there drove her 
insane. Oh wow! 

"Okay ... what?" Vane asked. 

"You know ... what you said," Linda told him. 

"Tell me," Vane insisted, "what did I say?" 

"Kiss ... it," Linda begged. 

"Kiss what?" 

"Kiss me between the thighs," Linda said, reddening. 

"What do you want me to kiss?" 

"My ... uhhhh ... vagina." 

"Come on, Linda. Call it by its real name." 

"Damn you, you take away every last shred of a woman's dignity." 

"What's dignity compared to what you want me to do? Come on Linda, tell me 
what you want me to do, and I'll do it." 

"Kiss my cunt, you son of a bitch!" she snapped. "Lick it." 

"Say please," he insisted. 

"Please, pretty please, please with sugar and honey on it, please with cunt 
juice on it. Please!!!" 

Instead of actually turning around, Vane began slowly sliding down the 
length of Linda's chubby body, taking the time to nibble at her soft, full, 
lovely teats. He buried his face against their fullness, enjoying the satin 
smoothness of her white flesh. Then his face was pressing into her warm, 
rounded belly, his tongue slurping into her navel, making her writhe with 
sensuous madness. At last, he had this bitch totally where he wanted her, 
and she'd do whatever he wanted. 

Linda's hand was pressing on his head, her fingers wrapping strands of his 
hair around themselves. She felt a warmth with this man she had never known 
with her fishlike husband. Her brain reeled, spinning wildly and erotically 
in licentious anticipation. Abruptly, she felt his strong palms pressing 
against the rounded white softness of her inner thighs. He was moving her 
loins farther and farther apart, and her breath began bubbling in her bosom 
as she waited with thrilled anticipation for what she now desperately wanted 
to happen. 

Pat, too, was holding her breath, staring, aching to see Vane do it to 
Linda, but really wanting him to do it to her. Golly! This was something. 
She was getting one heck of an education, all right. This was terrific. She 
only hoped she would be the one to experience all this in the near future. 
David Vane was one terrific lover. 

"Get ready," Vane's sure, gravelly voice whispered. "Here we go." 

"My God!" Linda gasped. "My God! How wrong can I be? All these years there 
was so much waiting for me, and I repulsed it. God! Do it to me, David. Suck 
my cunt!" 

"You betcha," he told her, his warm breath covering her mons. 

"God! I've been a complete bitch to my husband. No wonder he went out 
looking for other women. God! Do whatever you want to me, David. I won't 
ever make the same mistake a second time. Lick my slit, Dave." 

She rolled, lurched and sighed as his hot, burning, wet lips slowly closed 
over the pouting mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed him 
lightly pressing damp, teasing kisses, lavishing them on her silken-haired 
slit, making the juices within tinglingly flow. Linda writhed, enjoying his 
kisses more than any other she had ever received. They were beautiful, 
wonderful kisses, teasingly arousing her as his mouth moved through the 
hair, kissing her flesh. His prickling lips covered the soft flaps of her 
tender outer labia, and then his tongue was shooting between them, licking 
between the inner labia as well, parting the sparse hedge of darkness, 
flicking snakelike into the trembling, quivering depths of her drenched 
slash. 

Every muscle and nerve in Linda's aching body reacted uncontrollably to the 
wild, thrilling, pulsating licks of maddening pleasure he was giving her as 
the cuntlips surrounded his tongue and clung tightly to it. Choking moans of 
servile submission came chokingly from her gasping throat. Thrills blistered 
through the depths of Linda's body as never before. She had one of her 
quick, small orgasms; the kind that had always satisfied her when she had 
been with her husband. Only now she realized it was not enough. It was not 
nearly enough. She needed more and more, and she knew Dave Vane was going to 
see to it she got more. Choking gasps of subservient delight came tumbling 
from between her lips. 

Great God! Was this the ultimate feeling? Was this the acme of delight? Was 
it the very apex of sexual thrills and enchantment? All kinds of wild, 
different, heretofore unknown sensations were being awakened inside Linda as 
the elevator continued its endless journey up and down, up and down. 

Pat continued looking at their reflected images, wishing she was the girl on 
the floor. Just looking at all this was driving her wild with maddening 
desire. She wanted to feel a tongue in her own slit, and at the same time 
she ached to suck that huge, red penis. Golly! She remembered the smell of 
his semen when he had fired it into Mary, and she ached to discover if it 
tasted as delicious as the aroma hinted. If it did, she'd swallow the liquid 
all the way into her belly. 

Linda's mind was engulfed in a maddening vortex of building enchantment, and 
the arousal was so spectacular, her mind was closed to everything else. A 
maddening, sensual tempest was making her body glow. Her white, sweaty flesh 
was shimmering, and her own hands were now running up and down the length of 
her rounded body. They touched the hard-nippled, soft mounds of her swollen 
breasts, noting how they were throbbing. Then her fingers trailed down over 
the satin skin of her stomach, coming to rest magnetically on either side of 
her flushed, soaked, throbbingly palpitating pussy labia. As she writhed, 
Linda heard Vane panting, thrilling to the feel of his hot breath against 
her sparse pubic hairs as she licentiously spread the pink flesh in the hope 
of making it easier for his mouth to reach into her. Her hair-lined drapes 
of flesh pulled farther apart, revealing the rich inner pinkness of her 
interior to his hungry gaze. Her trembling, delicate fingers tugged hard, 
feeling his cheeks graze them as he pushed his face lower. He grunted, and 
the sound seemed to travel into her vagina and rattle every bone in her 
quivering body. Dropping his head, he drew his hot, wet tongue along the 
entire length of exposed pinkness, slurping the juices of the coral flesh 
into his mouth as his nose rubbed into the flowerlike interior of her 
perfumed pussy. 

"Oh my God!" Linda screamed. "Oh God! God! God! More! Oh yes, yes, yes, keep 
on doing it." 

And Pat, staring at the way his face was working into Linda's vagina, felt a 
small climax burst through her. The sight completely overwhelmed her. 

"Ummmppphhh!" was all David Vane was able to say with his mouth jammed into 
Linda's almost-smoking vestry. He, himself, was unable to comprehend what 
was taking place inside Linda. He had known she would enjoy all this, but 
he'd had no idea she was so intense in her feelings. This cool, reserved 
woman had suddenly lost her reserve, totally and completely. He had 
completely turned her on, more than any other woman he had ever known. She 
was hotter than fire, itself. 

Vane raised his head and stared at the ragged, pink, scalloped lips her 
fingers pulled open for him, as if offering him an appetizing delicacy 
beyond anything he had ever known, before. The richly flushed tenderness of 
her inner pussy was totally exposed to his staring eyes. Lust throbbed 
through him. He had conquered another female, and once again he had 
underestimated her capacity for passion. Now his eyes were greedily 
absorbing the breathtaking sight before him. Savage spasms of lascivious 
desire charged through him as his throbbing cock beat fitfully against part 
of his jacket covering the floor. 

"Please ... please ... " Linda was gasping. "Don't torture me any longer. Do 
it, do it! Suck my cunt," she begged, making Vane's ears tingle with 
pleasure. "You're teasing me and it isn't fair. I can't stand it. Oh God! 
David, put your tongue inside me again." 

Pat listened, wondering how a woman of such proud bearing was suddenly 
reduced to a crazed, whimpering mass of feminine flesh. Her mind boggled at 
the prospect of sinking this low. She was willing to do anything Vane 
wanted, but Pat knew she'd be double-damned before she'd allow herself to be 
humiliated in this manner. 

Vane gaped at the widespread pink orifice Linda held open for him. He saw it 
glistening with heavy drops of her inner moisture, and its shininess aroused 
the carnality in him to an even higher pitch. God! Her wide-open vaginal maw 
was actually twitching and squirming as she writhed her full thighs. Vane 
stared at the exposed intricacies of her vaginal interior in wonder. He had 
never really seen inside a pussy before, and this woman really had her labia 
tugged wide apart. 

Once again Vane's head fell, and Linda shrieked as the full length of his 
hot, slick tongue sank into the quivering swamp of her dripping vagina. The 
tightly clasping walls of her cunt surrounded his tongue and pulled it 
solidly into her. 

Linda gasped, moaned and whimpered, making all kinds of unintelligible 
noises. Her soft, tiny feminine hands clutched his hair all the more 
tightly, pulling his head solidly against her trembling outer labia. She 
gasped out throaty, hoarse sounds while ramming his face into the wide-open 
tunnel she was offering to him. The fleece-lined furrow surrounded his 
cheeks, and had her vaginal interior not been so narrow, she would have 
forced his nose inside along with his working tongue, suffocating him. She 
rotated her hips against the floor, bouncing her buttocks wildly against the 
supporting hardness. Linda writhed, squirmed and shuddered as weird, 
incessant mewlings poured from between her clenched teeth. Her feet, still 
wearing the pumps, pressed solidly into the floor, letting her raise her 
delectable loins higher, jamming his face even deeper into the silk-lined 
honeypot. The sensuous, heated walls within her feminine grotto opened and 
closed around the slick, inplunging digit, belying the fact that she had 
never had this done to her, before. Her automatic reaction was such, Vane 
would have sworn she had educated her inner muscles. 

Suddenly he tugged his tongue out of her seething narrow bowl of tissue, 
licking upward through the widespread fissure, tasting her wetness and 
drinking down her sap. His tongue came into contact with her reddened 
clitoris, licking it wildly, slurping it, tasting it, pulling it between his 
lips. He sucked, drawing on the tingy bud as if hoping to pull some 
delicious moisture from it. And while his tongue kept up the maddening 
licking against the straining plexus of her femininity, his hands were busy 
working. One hand squeezed both her full breasts together so it was able to 
massage her nipples, while the other hand rubbed the flesh of her rounded 
ass cheeks. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Linda gasped. "Keep doing that. Oh God! God! I never 
knew anything felt this good. Jesus! If only that stupid husband of mine had 
forced me ... ohhhhh ... the fool! I love all this. God! Don't stop! Don't 
ever stop ... " 

Vane raised his face, letting his eyes focus on the writhing woman for a 
moment. He enjoyed seeing the lines in her face caused by the enjoyment she 
felt within. Her head was whipping from side to side in a wild, maddening 
tempo. Her hands reached out, clutched his hair, and yanked his face back 
into the quicksand of her frothing vagina. Her fingers tightened their hold, 
literally pulling his head from side to side, as if attempting to direct his 
tongue. His greedy, sucking mouth was building wilder sensations than ever 
inside her. She had already felt countless mini-orgasms ... perhaps more in 
the past minute than she had ever felt in her entire life, before. The 
tongue was touching places in her tingling elastic gap that made her fire 
gouts of colorless wine into his face and mouth with repeated consistency. 
Linda's vagina was as greedy for Vane's mouth as his mouth was to taste her 
secretions. His hand smoothed its way upward over the white, silken 
roundness of her belly, joining its mate in titillating her breasts. He 
squeezed and tugged and pulled on the quivering rotundities, wickedly 
squeezing their fleshy softness. His fingers rolled the hardened nipples 
between them impetuously, treating them almost cruelly as his own lust 
continued mounting. 

Goddamn! Vane felt he was going insane. The licentiousness of it all, 
knowing he was being observed in the chrome door by the elevator girl, 
enhanced his heat. It was hard to believe the chubby female squirming under 
his mouth and hands was the haughty bitch who had walked into his office a 
day earlier, trying to make demands. She pitched and tossed like a lost ship 
in a tempest, offering her cunt to him like a paid whore who walked the 
streets. And there was no doubt as to the reality of what she was doing. Her 
sexual enchantment was total and complete. She was under the spell of his 
wand as surely as if it was magic. 

Linda's brain was swirling licentiously. She no longer attempted to think or 
reason, but instead, completely surrendered herself to the bliss controlling 
her shivering body. Now she felt Vane raising her thighs, forcing them back 
until her knees touched the fullness of her heaving tits. The woman thrilled 
to the pleasure of Vane's big, hot hands pressing on the soft, white flesh 
of her full thighs, raising her widespread groin and completely exposing her 
open slit to his wonderfully lashing, slurping, licking tongue. His sucking 
lips seemed to be drawing her very life out through her cunt as he sipped 
and slurped while his lingual extension delved ever deeper into her, pausing 
only to swipe at her shimmering clitoris now and again. God! God! 

Then Linda felt a totally new sensation. The titillating probe of his tongue 
slid out of her slimy cunt and moved lower, licking across her perineum into 
her asshole. Vane had correctly assessed that a woman who kept her pussy 
this clean, didn't stop there. She also washed out her ass. And he was 
right. Her rectal pucker tasted of the same soap she used in her vagina. The 
tongue whipped back and forth across the little pucker, licking it wildly, 
and Linda felt cold shudders blast through her with the power of dynamite. 
Frenzied thrills made her writhe and squirm as lurid delight eeled through 
her already lust-crazed body. The climaxes she had felt earlier were minor 
compared to the one that shot through her, now. 

"EEEYYYIII!" she gasped, realizing the combination of cunt licking and 
ass-tonguing had given her an entirely new kind of orgasm. Yes, she was 
learning all right. She was learning as never before. 

Pat was incredulously staring, unable to believe this. The man was actually 
putting his tongue and lips against the woman's rectal pucker. This was 
unbelievable. 

To Linda, this was the ultimate in lovemaking. It was so unreal, so 
unbelievable, she was unable to conceive of it actually happening to her. 
Yet it was happening to her. His tongue was actually probing into the center 
of her anus. It was pushing past her pucker, past her sphincter. God! She 
bit and almost cut holes in her tongue. And that was when Linda realized how 
much she really missed sucking on his cock. 

"Turn around," she gasped. "Please, Dave. Turn around. I want to such that 
cock of yours while you keep on licking me. Hurry! Hurry! I must have it." 

Vane heard what Linda was saying and didn't have to be told a second time. 
With his face still buried in the deep den between Linda's thighs, his 
tongue alternating between her rosebud-like asshole, and her swampy pussy. 
Linda instantly curled her fingers around the massive dork as his thighs 
surrounded her lovely head. She opened her mouth, shaping her lips into a 
ribboned oval, and sucked the hard, throbbing cock all the way into her 
mouth, pulling it against her throat. She rammed her nose into his heavy 
mass of scrotum and inhaled deeply, thrilling to the arousing scent of him. 

Being in such a hurry, sucking his cock into her mouth so quickly, she 
attempted to take too much too quickly, and suddenly she was gagging. 
Pulling her head back just enough to catch her breath, she inhaled, then 
began earnestly sucking and pulling on the throbbing penis, running her 
tongue up and down the soft underside and topside, letting the blunted nose 
press against her throat again. This time she was ready for it and didn't 
gag. The heady spice of the seeping fluid aroused Linda all the more, and 
she tightened her lips, sensually massaging the solid dong while her hands 
moved up to cover his balls. She tugged the testicles away from her nose so 
she was able to breathe. And then Linda felt the massive spike start pumping 
in and out of her mouth again and again. It kept rhythm with the way his 
tongue was lashing into the creaming depths of her vagina or the tight 
pucker of her asshole. 

God! Linda thought. How was it possible for me to be so immature not to want 
this. The wonderful cock is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. 

The thoughts continued flashing through her head intermittently as she 
sucked with raw fury at the massive column pressed against her throat. And 
at the same time, Vane, making loud moist oral sounds, enchanted her by 
stabbing his tongue into her body again and again. It seemed to burrow 
deeper into her cunt on each inthrust. 

And then Linda felt another sensation as Vane's mouth continued working 
exclusively on her cunt while one of his forefingers began worming its way 
into her anal tunnel. Five minutes ago she would have shouted out her 
indignation. Now, she knew better. Now, it all felt so good and wonderful. 

"Ummm!" she gasped, feeling his swollen dork continue to expand in her 
sucking mouth. 

And Pat, seeing what Vane was doing, understood there was even an erotic 
sensuousness to the rectum. 

Linda felt another orgasm blast through her. 

"GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" Her body writhed and twisted unendingly, knowing 
there were more climaxes inside her. Her mouth sucked strongly, nursing on 
the cock as if it were giving her nourishment. Her beautiful cheeks hollowed 
obscenely, and her rounded belly was rising and falling, rapidly. 

Having come so many times, she wanted Vane to reach his own peak. She had no 
doubt he was capable of making her come again. But she felt selfish. She 
wanted to give pleasure to this man who had forced rapture on her. She 
wanted that ultimate sensation of sperm being shot into her mouth, down her 
throat. God! Hurry! Hurry! 

Pat, staring at the way Linda's hungering lips worked on the throbbing 
phallus, moving along most of its length, then sliding back until all but 
the head had left her mouth, felt anguish at not being able to join in. This 
was cruel, almost inhuman torture. And somehow she had an inkling Vane knew 
it. 

Vane sensed Linda's tightening and knew she was on the verge of total 
satisfaction. Every tight muscle and stretched cord in her body telegraphed 
her oncoming big climax to him. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth 
all the faster, wanting to come with her. Man, this was some elevator ride. 

"UUUUGGGGHHHHUUUUGGGHHHH!" Linda gasped, his entire length of throbbing cock 
jammed as far into her mouth as possible. She wrapped her chunky thighs 
around Vane's head, imprisoning it as a thunderous cataclysm overtook her 
body and shook it, making it tremble. Linda had never felt anything this 
intense in her entire life. She was going insane. A second overpowering 
orgasm slammed into her on top of the first, followed by a third and a 
fourth, totally draining her of everything. She had no conception of time, 
space, or dimension. 

At the very peak of her culmination, she vaguely heard Vane scream into the 
depths of her vagina, "AAA YYY AAA GGG HHHH!" And then his hot, viscous 
sperm was blasting into her throat in wild, teeming spurts. Creamy liquid 
gushed down her gullet, and it tasted both salty and sweet, at the same 
time. Another climax blissfully erupted in Linda's body and she sucked with 
all her strength, loving the delicious flavor of his sperm. His masculine 
jets spewed repeatedly down her throat, and she drank with a thirst rivaling 
that of a vampire for blood. 

Finally it was over for the two of them, and they lay there for awhile, 
totally heedless of Pat as she stared at their limp forms. Oh God! She was 
burning up. She had to do something. 

David Vane finally rolled off Linda and helped her to her feet. The two 
quickly dressed and then Vane ordered Pat to release the OVERRIDE button and 
let them off in his penthouse apartment. The girl hurriedly obliged. 

She had to remain on the elevator another two hours after, and it drove her 
insane. When she finally got home that night, she masturbated with one 
finger against her clitoris, and the thumb of her other hand partially in 
her vagina, and her forefinger in her anus. This climax was the most rousing 
one of all for her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Masturbation was no longer enough. The climaxes were many, but the sensation 
of each was becoming weaker with the passage of days. Once, Pat masturbated 
while sucking on a banana, but she bit through the piece of fruit in almost 
no time, preventing her from enjoying any kind of pretense at fellatio. 

Seeing David Vane each weekday, while working, didn't ease the tensions 
inside the imaginative girl. She needed more than she was receiving, and she 
knew it. 

When it did come, it was a surprise. It was a Friday, and Pat had just 
finished working her shift on the elevator. For once, she hadn't seen Vane 
at all, and she wondered where he might be. After changing to her street 
clothes, she stepped out of the storage room and came face-to-face with 
David Vane. 

"I was waiting for you to get off duty," he told her. 

"Why?" she asked, her heart suddenly pounding in her breast. 

"Hell, you look even better in regular clothes than in that elevator 
uniform," he smiled. "I'll bet you look even better without clothes." 

"That's none of your business," Pat found herself saying. 

"Come off it, honey," he told her. "By now, you know I can read women 
perfectly. Even if you won't admit it to yourself, deep down you're one hot 
little broad. I saw your face in the reflection of the chrome door each time 
I was with those two other women. You're one little hot-boxed bitch. Hey, 
I'll bet you're still a virgin, too." 

"As I said before, that's none of your business," Pat told him. 

"Look, honey," he smiled, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I've had more 
than a dozen girls operating that elevator since I moved into the building. 
I paid good money to have that OVERRIDE button installed in that particular 
elevator. Most of the other chicks who've operated the elevator were 
nice-looking, but run-of-the-mill. Two of them, like you, were special. Both 
were not only gorgeous, but had hot blood, just like you have." 

"Are you trying to offer me a ride in the elevator?" Pat asked. "No one is 
running it, now. I thought you needed a spectator." 

"You're also a sharp cookie," he told her. "Yeah, I like it when other 
females watch what I'm doing. Especially when they're young, pretty, and 
impressionable, like you. What's more, I dig it in the elevator because of 
the movement. Anyone can get laid in a bed." 

"Thanks, but the elevator just isn't my scene," Pat told him, her heart 
palpitating wildly, knowing deep down she would follow Vane into the sewer 
if he really wanted to do it, there. 

"Yeah, well I suppose when a girl loses her cherry, it should be someplace 
other than an elevator. So we'll skip the elevator this once. But we'll also 
skip the bed. Suppose you and I take a ride on up to my penthouse so we can 
find a place that'll make both of us happy." 

"You're assuming I'm willing to go with you," Pat said, not believing the 
words came out of her mouth. 

"I thought you were smarter than the others. I hate it when you broads get 
cute and start playing games." 

"All right, all right," Pat gasped. "It's just that a girl likes flattery." 

"Flattery is bullshit," Vane told her. "I'm telling it to you straight. 
You're a classy chick, and looking at those firm thighs of yours while I was 
on the floor in the elevator made it possible for me to keep my cock hard 
for both those broads. I figure it's time for me to get a taste of the real 
thing, and not screw some other woman while looking at your body. And from 
what I've seen, you feel pretty much the same way. So let's you and I stop 
crapping around and get down to it. You aren't doing something for me 
because you want any legal services, and I'm not trying to buy you. This 
time, it's something the two of us want simply because it feels good, very 
good." 

"You're a little too forthright for me," Pat told him. "I'm sorry, but I 
can't be quite that open." 

"I see. It has to be a game with you, too. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I 
thought you were special. Well, you want to be treated like the others, so I 
have no choice. So let me put it this way. Either you come up to the 
penthouse with me, or you can forget about your job." 

"What?" Pat asked, stunned, not believing the man to be so crude. 

"You heard me," Vane told her. "And you know I'm serious. I'm not trying to 
pull your leg. Your job depends on your cunt." 

Pat knew the man was serious, and suddenly he shrank in her estimation. He 
shrank a lot. But at the same time she wanted to keep her job. She was 
starting to bank a small amount, and it felt good to have so much money on 
hand. 

"Okay," Pat nodded, her shoulders slumped in defeat. The gleam she saw in 
Vane's eyes let her know he was happier forcing her to his will than having 
her agree without what he termed, a lot of bullshit. In spite of all he had 
said to her, his main interest was in the conquest of a woman, bringing her 
around to his way of thinking. He had purposely been crass, arousing the ire 
in her, making her reject his advances no matter how much she had wanted to 
go with him. He wasn't the kind of man to be turned on by straight sex. That 
was it. Had she simply agreed to his terms without coercion, there was every 
possibility his penis might remain flaccid. This way, feeling he was 
bringing her around to his point of view, his cock would remain stiff and 
hard. 

As they rode up in the elevator, Pat knew she was going to experience some 
pain. That membrane inside her that hurt when her finger touched it, was 
still there. Vane would have to break it if he pushed his thick penis into 
her. Also, the very breadth of his cock would stretch the walls of her 
vaginal tunnel. The stretching had to be uncomfortable, at the least. Even 
so, deep down, Pat was aching to endure all this. Night after night of 
fruitless fingering was doing her no good, and her sensuous body was in 
definite need of satisfaction. 

Pat knew she had to make certain not to give in too easily. It was a game, 
and even if Vane didn't acknowledge it, the game had to be played out. The 
man's primary reason for using the elevator, especially with a girl on duty, 
was not to arouse the elevator operator, but to embarrass the woman he was 
with, making her attempt to reject him, though there was no possible way of 
her getting away. It made Vane feel more virile and masculine to actually 
conquer. And Pat decided she would force him to conquer her by pretending to 
be reluctant. 

The elevator let them out directly inside the hallway of his duplex 
penthouse. The bedrooms were all upstairs, but Vane made no move toward the 
steps. Instead, he led her through an opulently furnished living room to a 
small room off to the side. It was supposed to be a kind of den or library. 
But Vane had made it into something entirely different. The walls and 
ceiling were covered with mirrors, but they were frescoed mirrors, with 
images of men and women in all kinds of coital positions impressed into the 
glass. Indirect lighting lit the entire room, and even as she walked in, Pat 
realized the floor of the room was spongy and soft, like an oversized 
mattress. There was no furniture in the room at all, though one wall did 
have shelves with drawers, all covered with mirrors. Pat felt a little 
frightened, noticing the floor-covering was not really carpeting but some 
kind of washable plastic. Her feet literally sank into the floor up to her 
ankles. 

"This is my game room," Vane told her. "Some women like alcohol, thinking it 
a stimulant. I try to avoid it whenever possible, since it's really a 
depressant in the long run. Other women enjoy looking at the frescoes ... on 
their backs, of course. Still others prefer to look at movies, and one of 
the walls can slide away to reveal a screen against which I can show movies. 
But all this is still relatively new and fresh to you, Pat ... that is what 
you told me your name was, as I recall. All you need is to be aware of 
everything taking place." 

Pat knew this was the time for her to go into her act, only she wasn't 
really completely acting. Seeing all this made her realize what a sex-freak 
David Vane was, and she was becoming a little frightened of him. She decided 
it might be better, in the long run, to surrender her virginity to someone 
else. 

"Mr. Vane ... " she gasped, "won't you reconsider ... " 

"There's nothing to reconsider," his hoarse voice told her. "I told you, I 
can read women. Almost all women want to get laid. Granted there are 
exceptions, but you aren't one of them." 

His hand reached the hem of her mini-dress, sliding underneath as they stood 
looking at one another. He should have seemed awkward, bending down as he 
did, but he didn't. And Pat's thighs began moving imperceptibly apart, a 
feeling of total defeat invading her. Vane's fingers confidently moved 
upward, touching the slender whiteness of her firm thighs, and Pat shivered. 
Yes, a man's hands touching her was something so much better than the 
sensations she received being touched by her own fingers. 

Pat suddenly found herself sprawled on her back, on the cushioned, 
plastic-covered floor. His hand was now on the warmly pulsating mound 
covered solely by her panty crotch. His fingers searched along the leg-band 
of her nylon panties, seeking a way beneath, and eventually the finger found 
a spot right near her hairy bush, and pulled the elastic out. It slipped in 
and before Pat was quite ready for it, it was lightly rubbing her tender 
pussylips up and down. Her vagina was pulsing with maddening throbs. God! It 
felt a thousand times better than when she touched herself. The man's 
experienced finger seemed to know precisely what to do, and it was doing it. 

Vane shuddered, too. He had never touched a girl this young. He didn't 
really know her age, but he was certain she was a long way from her 
twenties. Prior to this moment, the only girls he had touched were in their 
early or middle twenties, with the exception of the occasional client who 
was usually somewhere in her thirties, and occasionally in her forties. The 
sexy feeling of the young girl's soft, warm flesh, and the fleeciness of her 
sparse black curls, curling around his exploring finger again and again, 
inflamed him with an urgent passion he hadn't known since his middle teens. 
He felt an overwhelming urgency to follow the movement of his finger with 
his erect cock, but knew it never paid to hurry things. 

Pat sat there, balanced with the palms of her hands behind her, feeling very 
foolish with her thighs stretched out and spread wide apart. She was a 
morass of roiling sensations. Her inflamed body had no idea her mind no 
longer coveted David Vane, and it burned with a need for satisfaction. Pat 
found herself automatically reacting to Vane. She was getting hotter and 
hotter, and it was not what her mind wanted, but her body's desires were so 
much stronger. The sensitive nerve-endings of her aroused and responding 
vagina were becoming more and more inflamed by the man's moving finger. Her 
entire vaginal interior was wet, letting her know it was quite willing to be 
plundered. God! This was humiliating. Now she knew how those poor women in 
the elevator had felt, wanting and not wanting. Her sensually aroused body 
was a traitor to her mind, disobeying the orders sent by her brain, to not 
respond. No man had ever touched her down there before, and it felt 
marvelous. Oh God! Her body was going wildly out of control. She was unable 
to help herself. And Pat knew, just as the two women in the elevator had 
enjoyed themselves, Dave Vane's fingers were going to make her enjoy 
herself, too. 

The wetness in her vaginal temple was hot and bubbling as the man's finger 
continued its expert caressing of her vaginal lips, causing her love dew to 
seep out and coat the tender pink portals of her dripping cunt. Added to 
this was the sensuous glow of enlarging heat far up inside her belly. Pat 
gasped involuntarily, letting Vane know he was succeeding with her as he had 
done with so many others. 

"Please ... Mr. Vane ... " she gasped. 

He was on his knees now, leaning above her, ready to kiss her pretty cupid's 
bow mouth. His voice gutturally told her, "When we're alone like this, baby, 
you call me Dave, huh. I mean, in a little while, you and I are going to be 
as intimate as a man and a woman can get, and your calling me Mister Vane 
will sound kind of silly." 

His mouth came slamming down hard against hers, his slick tongue, pointed 
and insistent, slithering through her wetly parted lips to probe into her 
hot mouth as his arm wrapped itself around her narrow waist to pull her 
deliciously feminine torso close to him. As she sucked on the man's tongue, 
Pat realized it was the same organ he had used to lick Linda's cunt and 
asshole. The idea ought to have repelled her, but it didn't. Knowing this 
moving tongue had been inside so many secret places in women, Pat felt all 
the more aroused, feeling it invade her own mouth. Below, his finger stabbed 
at the hot, wet mouth of her delicious sex, teasing the pouting, sticky 
vaginal opening, circling around the band of her inner labia with a 
continual, delightful insistence. The finger moved higher under the flimsy 
covering of nylon, seeking searching, and ultimately finding the hardened 
nub of her tingling clitoris. 

"Awwwaaahhhh!" Pat gasped into Vane's mouth, feeling lightning suddenly 
blast through her body. This was a hundred times more sensual than touching 
herself. Oh God! His finger continued its electrical contact with her 
vaginal bud, teasing it, rousing the sensitive nerves within, and her hips 
began writhing in a maddening dance on the cushioned floor. She bounced her 
buttocks maddeningly up and down, thrilling to the touch of his finger, but 
at the same time feeling so sensitive she wished to escape it. But it was no 
use. There was no avoiding the teasing touch of his forefinger as it slid 
along the roundness of her anxious clitoris. Moments later, her hips were 
thrusting wildly upward with a fevered urgency against the pressuring 
finger. 

Abruptly, the young girl stiffened, forcing her mind to think more clearly. 

God! she thought. What am I doing? I know I need a man, but this man is 
doing it not out of love, but simply to amuse himself. Oh wow! But it feels 
so good, so very good, and I need it. Oh yes, I need it. I can't help 
myself. All those weeks of fingering myself have made me want what's 
happening. Oh God! I really do need it. I need it badly. I hope he makes it 
as pleasurable for me as he did for the other two women. 

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Vane asked, pulling his mouth from hers. 
"Why the hell are you acting so goddamn uptight?" 

Pat realized he must have sensed her attempting to resist what he was doing. 
She had no explanation, and when she did speak, her excuse sounded 
understandably lame. 

"I've ... uhhhh ... never done anything like this before," she insisted. "I 
don't know if I'm ready ... " 

"Bullshit!" Vane snapped. "You're ready, honey. Take it from a guy who knows 
women. You're more ready than most women. What's more, even if you are a 
virgin, tonight you're going to be properly fucked." 

"I'm afraid," Pat insisted, and deep down, she really was. 

"All women are scared the first time. Take it from me, kiddo. It's the most 
natural thing in the world, and if anyone has the right aptitude for it, 
it's you, so let's stop futzing around and get right down to it. Shed those 
clothes. You aren't like those twats in the elevator, who can afford to buy 
more dresses, and I don't want to tear what you have on. So you be a smart 
kid and take them off, now." 

"My God!" she gasped, moving away from him and getting to her knees. "If my 
parents ever find out ... " 

"Come on, come on, you're not a kid any longer. Who's going to tell mommy 
and daddy? Will you tell?" 

"Golly, no!" 

"And you can sure as hell bet ol' Dave here isn't going to spill the beans. 
Come on, kiddo. Off with the duds." 

"Everything?" she asked. 

"Everything. I want that nice little body of yours bare-assed." 

Slowly, Pat began stripping down. Standing, she pulled her dress over her 
head and carefully set it down in a corner of the room. She wasn't wearing 
any kind of petticoat because it was still too warm, outside. She turned her 
back to Vane and reached behind her to unhook her bra, but Vane's fingers 
were already there, doing the job. She leaned forward and the brassiere slid 
off her arms. Her full, swollen white breasts with their brown circles came 
tumbling out. 

"Oh yeah," Vane said, spinning her around to face him. "Now those are what I 
call tits. Christ! I haven't seen a pair of boobs stand up that way in the 
longest time. God! You are one beautiful fox." 

His hands reached out, hungering to grasp her half-swollen nipples, aching 
to turn their pliant softness into rubbery hardness. He squeezed them, 
thrilling to the silken warmth of her flesh, and Pat gasped, loving every 
little thing he did to her. It was even better than she had imagined, and 
though she knew all this was wrong, she was determined to go through with 
it. 

Pat breathed deeply, gasping as Vane sank his fingers into her full breasts. 
Her swollen, berry-shaped nipples spiked solidly into the palms of his 
hands. The young girl remained absolutely still, afraid to move for fear of 
breaking the spell being woven by her seducer. His hands were strong, firm, 
but not really brutal. She thrilled to the way his palms continually mashed 
themselves against his inner hands. He spun her around again, this time 
pressing against her back and sliding his hands around so he was able to 
fill them with the swelling of her twin globes. His lips kissed her nape, 
and this sent even more tingling sensations shooting through the young girl. 
Below, in the small of her back, she felt the insistent throb of his penis 
as it pushed against his pants and pressed into her. 

"Uuhhnnnnhhh!" the brunette moaned, totally incapable of controlling 
herself. Any heat she had previously felt was nothing compared to the 
sensations she was now enjoying. Funny, but a half hour earlier she would 
not have believed anyone had they told her she'd be trysting with David 
Vane. This was both, too good and too bad to be true. Yet here she was, 
standing with her back to him, staring into the mirror on the wall, seeing 
the way his hands continued manipulating her breasts, making the tan nipples 
turn into hardened spikes. Her mind was no longer resisting what he wanted 
to do to her. 

"You're really built," Vane whispered into her ear. "Yeah, you've got one 
helluva body. Not using it is a total waste. And in this age of ecology, we 
don't want to waste anything." 

Unconsciously the girl nodded. By now, she realized there was no way out of 
this, but at the same time did she have to be so readily wanton about it, 
and merely accept what he wanted? Heck! Even if she was unable to close her 
mind to all this, there was no reason for her to become emotionally involved 
with the man. Let him do what needed doing, and whether it felt good or bad, 
she would endure it. 

Lithely sliding out of Vane's cupping hands, Pat walked a few steps away, 
then slowly, sinuously peeled down her pink panties. Then she lay down on 
the soft floor, spread her thighs, and said to the attorney, "All right, you 
want me. Do whatever makes you happy." 

Vane stood there, grinning down at her, and he finally said, "After those 
two incidents in the elevator I thought you learned something. Honey, if I 
yanked my cock out now and deflowered you, you'd be able to go home and tell 
yourself you were a good girl who was forced into doing something she didn't 
want. That is not David Vane's way. No, baby, I make you want my cock. I 
make you beg for it. Before I'm through you'll be pleading on your hands and 
knees to be fucked." 

From her supine position, Pat watched Vane yank off his tie, and smile. He 
walked over to the wall with the mirrored drawers, opened one, and took out 
a Tiparillo. Lighting it up, he blew a vale of smoke into the air that was 
sucked up by the air conditioning. He continued smoking, smiling at her as 
he undid his shirt, then took it, and his jacket, off. 

"Why do you have to take so long?" she asked, as he put the Tiparillo on a 
mirrored ashtray sitting on a mirrored shelf. 

"Because," he said, sliding his undershirt over his head, "its lots more fun 
when you take your time about it." 

"My folks are expecting me home for supper." 

"Tell 'em you worked overtime, tonight. Believe me, baby, you will be 
working overtime." 

"If you try giving me money for this, I'll cut your heart out," she told 
him. 

"A proud bitch, huh? Fine. I like broads who think too much of themselves to 
be paid for what they enjoy. Any money I've ever given you in the past has 
been for your discretion as an elevator operator. But I'll be double-damned 
if I pay you for this. Now turn over and lie on your belly so I can get a 
good look at that luscious ass of yours." 

Pat did as he requested, not knowing what to think at this point. She 
reasoned that if she did everything he told her to do, this would be over 
and done with that much sooner. Vane no longer needed prompting to keep his 
erection hard. 

Listening, she heard the whisper of cloth against skin and knew he had taken 
off his pants. She turned her head around and looked at him as she lay 
prone, watching as he removed his boxer shorts. Once again, his massive 
penis hove into view, and from this angle, it looked even longer and thicker 
to Pat. This was the first time she looked directly at it instead of seeing 
it reflected in the chrome elevator door. It was even longer and thicker 
than she had believed it to be. 

Vane smiled, seeing the girl's eyes widen. No matter how many times women 
saw his cock, whenever they glanced at it anew, they gasped. Yes, he had one 
helluva prick, all right. 

"Admiring the old pecker?" he asked, walking around and grabbing hold of it 
so she had a better view. 

"No!" Pat snapped, instantly reddening and turning her head away as the man 
chortled. 

"Stop bullshitting me, honey," he told her. "You just had to see what it 
really looked like without all that chrome distortion, didn't you. Hey, have 
you ever seen any other man's cock?" 

"No, of course not," Pat told him, still blushing. 

"That's a shame. You have no other cock to compare mine to and know just how 
big it really is. What the hell, later on in life, when you get your fair 
share of men, you'll realize your first cock was your best." 

He sat down cross legged on the floor, beside her, looking at her smooth 
whiteness. His hand reached out to touch her, his fingers gently tracing her 
curvaceous form, lightly drawing fingertip lines across her back and over 
the moons of her rounded buttocks. He let his fingers run lower, allowing 
them to move over her perfectly shaped thighs. Then his touch moved higher, 
between her thighs, touching the inner flesh until he was caressing the 
globes of her white, round bottom. His fingers continued being gentle and 
light for a moment, and Pat allowed herself to close her eyes for an 
instant. And then her eyes popped open as his fingers dug cruelly into the 
flesh of her buttocks, leaving red welts on the cheeks. 

"Hey," he told her. "You smell good. After work, when you go into that 
ladies' room, I'll bet you wash yourself all over." 

"Of course," Pat gasped. "I can't go home smelling sweaty." 

"You're all right, Pat, you really are. The guy who eventually latches onto 
you for keeps will have himself one helluva prize. You've got it all where 
it counts, including brains." 

"Come on," she snapped irritably. "Stop stalling. Just go ahead and do what 
you want to do so I can go home. You know I'm not going to tell anyone what 
happened here ... about your threatening to take my job away if I didn't ... 
wellllll ... " 

"The word you're looking for is fuck. However, like I said before, this man 
isn't forcing you to do a damn thing. You're doing it because you want to 
... you'll see. And don't you ever forget that." 

"The hell I am," Pat snapped. 

"This lawyer says it's of your own free will and accord. And you'll see, 
that's precisely what it will be. Before we're finished, you're going to beg 
me to ram my hard cock into the tightness of your virgin cunt." 

"The way you made Linda beg?" 

"The same way, honey. You're no different from that blonde twat. Both of you 
have feelings and sensations, and believe me, I'm going to bring them out of 
you. And when I do, and you beg very hard for me to fuck you, as a 
gentleman, I'll oblige. But not until then." 

"And just how are you going to make me beg?" she asked. "Will you do the 
same things you did to Linda? Will you force that oversized piece of meat 
down my throat?" 

"Oh no! I saw you when Linda was munching my dong. You're the kind who likes 
cocksucking too much, even if you've never done it. Making you do something 
you want to do is no feat. But I will use some of the tactics I used on 
Linda." 

Pat didn't understand what he meant at that moment, but she wished he'd 
finish this, already. Her folks were going to be screaming about her coming 
home late. 

And then, Vane's hot, wet lips were pressing against the nape of her neck, 
kissing her, allowing his tantalizing tongue to trace a wet path along her 
spine. Like a tickling spear it moved lower and lower, making Pat squirm as 
it neared the bottom of her spine. And then his mouth and tongue were 
kissing and licking her buttocks, sending shivering icicles shooting through 
her entire body. Good God! In her wildest dreams she had never been able to 
imagine how good a tongue felt. Chills of sensual anticipation ran rampantly 
through her torso, flashing through her nerves. Sensations jumped synapses 
and moved to other nerves. He continued licking his way lower, running his 
tongue along her thighs, the backs of her knees, then her calves, and 
finally her ankles. He kissed and licked at all of her lush nudity. He even 
licked the soles of her feet, making her squeal. The squeal assured him he 
had her right where he wanted her. Then Vane was working his way back up 
again. His hot mouth was completely different from his fingers as it sucked 
its way up her inner thighs. He used his hands to press her loins even 
farther apart. 

High voltage tension charged through Pat's young body as Vane's tantalizing 
tongue now burrowed deep into the dark crevice between her rounded buttocks. 
The curling tip of his lingual extension licked briefly at the tiny puckered 
bud of her small anus, and when she felt the wetness touch the small 
opening, Pat recoiled, shocked beyond belief. The feeling was far wilder 
than imagination permitted. Her brain was shocked as the new, thrillingly 
erotic sensation wavered through her like heat from a blast furnace. Flames 
licked into the very core of her anxious soul. Then the man's mouth was 
suddenly gone from that delicate spot, moving upward along the ridges of her 
spine until he was at the back of her neck again. Now he was licking her 
ears, and his agile tongue lapped around the rim before actually plunging 
into her right ear with its wet, teasing tip. 

Shivering with the impact of licentious and lurid sensations, excited as 
never before, thrilled to the nth degree, the young girl was shamelessly 
aware her body was violently aroused. She was a raging furnace of wanton 
lust. Every part of her body seemed to shrivel up and press itself into the 
heated hollow between her anxious thighs. It rubbed between her legs and 
then radiated outwardly to her belly, filling her breasts with lava, and 
suddenly she was forced back to her original form as heat blasted through 
her arms and her legs, seemingly straightening her out. She felt his lips 
where they no longer lingered, and imagined them to be kissing her where 
they had yet to touch her. 

My God! she thought. What is this man doing to me. He's actually making me 
want him. Oh God! This is unbelievable. He's making me ache with desire for 
him. I mustn't let him know. I mustn't. Oh God! 

"Turn over on your back," Vane ordered. "Let me see if the front of you 
tastes as good as the back." 

Unable to deny the man, Pat rolled over onto her back, thinking, maybe he'll 
go ahead and fuck me now, and get it over with. Oh please, please, let him 
fuck me. 

She fervently wished he'd do it, if only so she wouldn't eventually demean 
herself. Little by little she was dissolving into a quivering, shivering 
mass of anxious desire. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her, but no! No! 
She would resist. This was one thing she would not do. She must never demean 
herself as the other woman had done. She had too much respect for herself. 

Now Vane's tongue sank down until it touched the brown nipple of her 
upstanding left teat. God! His tongue was so much more arousing than her own 
tongue had been when it had touched the selfsame spot. This was amazing. His 
hotly salivating mouth slowly sucked her aureole inside, and then it began 
pulling in more and more of her firm breast until as much as could be 
engulfed filled his entire oral cavern. His hand was carefully stroking the 
ripely swollen fullness of her other breast, gripping the softly pliant 
mound of white, sensitive flesh, kneading the brown, nutlike nipple between 
his thumb and forefinger, rolling the nubbin around and around, squeezing it 
as if expecting it to burst open like some ripe berry. 

Pat felt the rampaging shock of his throbbing caresses, and the helpless 
young girl was unable to stop herself from mewling deep in her breast with 
wild, pleasurable sensations, knowing in that instant she had to be 
plundered by this man's gigantic weapon. Oh God! She ached for it more than 
she wanted anything else in the whole wide world. 

And he's never even touched my vagina, she thought. But I want it. Oh I want 
it so much. I can't resist, I can't. He has me where he wants me, just as 
he's had so many other women. 

Oh God! When he fucked Mary she loved it. I have to be fucked by him, but I 
won't say a thing to him. I won't. I won't let him know how much I love what 
he's doing. God! 

And now the demoralizing tongue was trailing with rousing fervor across the 
flat, white plane of her navel-dimpled belly, stopping only for an instant 
to lick into the tiny winking hole. Then his mouth moved lower, slowly 
approaching her ebony curls, licking through the hairs against the flesh of 
her pubic mound. Having seen what he did to Linda, Pat knew exactly what 
Vane was going to do, and there wasn't a thing she was able to do to stop 
him. 

He's going to kiss my cunt. Oh God! He's going to put his tongue down there. 

This was what she ached to experience as much as a cock. Ever since seeing 
him lick Linda's pussy, she had dreamed of a tongue thrusting into her own 
vagina, and at last ... at last it was going to happen. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! 

Pat spread her thighs wide apart, offering her hot pussy to Vane's hungry 
mouth. But Vane bypassed her vagina and kissed her loins down to her knees, 
And when she sighed, thinking he didn't intend to lap her cunt after all, 
the man's tongue first began slowly working its way along her inner thigh 
toward her hotly quivering snatch. But it was his hand, like a scout, that 
probed first, caressing the soft labia until she was totally relaxed, and 
then his outstretched middle finger slowly, very slowly wormed its way 
between her inner lips, seeking her seething hole. It massaged the area 
between the open inner cuntlips, once again sliding upward until it touched 
her sensitive clitoris. The throbbing little button was fully erect, wildly 
vibrating in its tiny valley of flesh. He lightly brushed the tip of his 
finger over it, lovingly caressing it, feeling it stiffen even more under 
his light probing. The nakedly crouching lawyer grunted with satisfaction as 
he felt the tension in her open thighs ease. He knew for a certainty she 
would shortly be begging him for his cock. 

Pat was unable to understand how, as tensed up as she was, she was totally 
able to relax under this man's masterful touch. Not that the heat in her 
body abated. Far from it. The burning sensations increased, but all her 
muscles were relaxed because of what his finger and tongue were doing to 
her. A mass of erotic sensations flooded her youthful body and she gasped, 
her belly heaving up and down in response to the way his finger tickled her 
tender clit. There was no way the young girl was able to resist this man. He 
had total control over her. Once again, Pat reminded herself that her 
feelings did not stem from love, but rather from the man's knowledgeable 
ability to do all kinds of wonderful things to her. If the man she would one 
day love learned to be this talented, her life in bed with him would be a 
wonderful romp. She was Vane's to do with as he pleased, but she refused to 
beg. She was not as low as those other women, succumbing so completely to 
their body sensations they had no pride left. Yet she had no intention of 
stopping him from doing what would please both of them. 

Vane's head now moved forward as he removed his finger from the thrilling 
bubble of her throbbing clit. His face slid closer and closer to her 
seething, bubbling pussy, and his nostrils dilated as he inhaled the 
wonderful aroma her vagina emitted. His hands pressed flatly against the 
insides of her thighs and pressed outward, opening the area as wide as 
possible. Pat raised her head for an instant and stared into the man's 
gloating eyes. Then her head fell back onto the floor and she stared 
straight up into the overhead mirror, seeing her gaping slash, defenselessly 
offered to the man's hungering mouth. 

To Vane, it was as if he'd breached a particularly strong oyster, and now he 
was going to start sucking away. The tasty meat within was waiting for his 
mouth. 

With a sudden swiftness, the man's mouth clamped itself to the flooded gash. 
His licking tongue remained on the outer rim of her inner lips as his pursed 
lips pulled the delicious flow of colorless oil from deep inside. 

"Ohhh my God!" Pat screamed, unable to believe the sensation of his mouth 
against her dripping slot. "Unnnnhhhh ... oooooohhhh ... oh Godddddd ... 
ohhhhhh ... uhhhhhh ... " 

Her lust-constricted voice suddenly broke off as bubbles of saliva filled 
her throat and she loudly gurgled. Mewls of overwhelming pleasure flooded 
from her mouth. And then the wetly licking tongue began invading her sodden 
center. It probed deeply, ramming all the way in before sliding out and 
gliding very tenderly over her shuddering clitoris. It licked the tiny 
button repeatedly, and the feeling drove Pat insane. There was nothing like 
this in the whole world ... nothing! Her sensations should have peaked, but 
they didn't. The man's knowing tongue seemed to know what part of her to 
touch, and when. Vane was building her to new plateaus, but not permitting 
her to "get off on any of them. His tongue, which was fully capable of 
bringing her to a climax, didn't do so. Rather it continued enhancing the 
sensations of licentious desires overwhelming her body. And though she was 
unable to see his cock in the mirrors because he was lying face-down, she 
was certain he, too, was feeling lusting thrills. The only solution for the 
both of them was for his hard cock to be thrust into her tight, virgin 
sheath. But he wouldn't do that until she begged, and Pat was adamant about 
not begging. 

"No more!" she screamed. "Oh God! No more! You're driving me crazy. Oh God!" 

Even as she pleaded with him, watching the way his hungering mouth ate her 
vagina, the girl knew Vane was receiving as much building pleasure from this 
as she. Relief could only be gotten through the use of the massive organ 
depending between the man's thighs. His tongue was not going to bring her to 
any peak. She bounced impatiently, aching for the gigantic muscle to be 
brought forward, but David Vane refused to do as she wished. Rather he 
continued using his mouth, letting his tongue continue its caress of her 
exposed clitoris, making her feel as if raw nerve-ends had been touched with 
flame. The girl was screaming, staring at the frescoed forms cut into the 
mirror on the ceiling, noting the female figure was also having her vagina 
laved by a man's mouth, and from the lines cut into the face, the woman was 
enduring just as much thrilling agony as she. The tongue was now sliding 
into the fiscid shell of her soft vagina, sliding in and out, in and out, 
building her to new apexes, but never allowing her to fully experience any 
of them. She was aching for satisfaction, and from the fresco next to the 
one she was staring at, she knew the only relief was a cock, buried in her 
cunt, ripping away the membrane of her virginity. 

Vane's shoulders were wedged between the luscious pillars of the young 
girl's thighs. His fingers were under her, squeezing her ass cheeks, digging 
deeply into them as they bounced on the floor. 

Pat felt the wet, slick tongue cut deeply into the licentiously tormented 
depths of her bubbling vagina. She was unable to control herself, knowing 
the only salvation was his penis. And the only way for her to feel that 
penis stretch her vagina was to plead and beg. He was a really rotten human 
being to so dehumanize a woman. She screeched out in frustrated pleasure, 
her hands instinctively grasping his head, tugging on his hair just as Linda 
had done. Her reactions were no longer the result of her thinking, but pure 
instinct. There was nothing in the world for her other than the satisfaction 
she so desperately needed. She had to have an orgasm. 

"My God!" she screeched. "I ... uhhh ... can't take it anymore. Please ... 
please ... David ... David ... do it to me ... I'm begging you just like you 
asked. Do it to me!" 

She was moaning in frustrated agony, rolling on the floor, clenching her 
thighs tightly around the head still deeply imbedded in her frothing 
feminine drain. The feelings overpowering her were driving her to the point 
where she was no longer able to see. And soon she would be unable to hear. 

Dave Vane raised his head from between her clinging thighs and grinned at 
her between the twin buttes of her upstanding breasts. Lasciviously, he 
smiled even wider, and asked, "What was that, sweet Pat? Do what to you?" 

"You know, you know," she screamed in the soundproofed room. 

"I'm afraid I'm very dumb," he insisted. "I don't know. You tell me, what am 
I supposed to do." 

"Oh God! You damn well know what I want," the girl screeched. "Put your 
penis into me." 

"Say it the right way," Vane insisted. "Come on, now. You know I wouldn't do 
anything for Linda until she said what I wanted to hear. The same goes with 
you." 

"Have a heart," Pat pleaded. 

"Look, sweetheart, I can stop here and now, and let you go to work with your 
own fingers. See how you like that." 

And true to his word, Vane suddenly rose and moved away from the horizontal 
girl, leaving her on the floor with her thighs widespread. He stood over 
her, his long, swollen, dripping cock above her belly, spearing out from 
beneath his hairy groin. He gripped the flesh stanchion and said, "This is 
what you want, Pat-baby. Now you let me hear it. Come on. You know you want 
to feel it filling your sweet little cavity." 

Pat was terrified. At first she had been afraid of what the man was going to 
do. Now she was afraid of what he was not going to do. He had done his work 
well. She was totally subjugated to him, just like all the other women. It 
let her know, in the future, when she became adept at using her hands and 
mouth, she'd find a way to gain similar control over men. But at the moment, 
the greatest fear was that Vane would abandon her. She was on the brink, on 
the very edge of a powerful orgasm, but she was well aware her fingers were 
unable to bring it out of her. His cock was the only instrument capable of 
doing it. Her trembling, shuddering fingers slid into her creaming vagina 
and began wildly massaging in the hope of salvaging some of the feeling 
before it began slipping away. She sank her digits into the pulsing groove 
of her womanhood, seeking the shuddering nubbin of her clitoris. Her fingers 
frantically rubbed at it as her naked young hips wildly gyrated on the 
floor, obscenely churning and spinning as her heavy breath came rasping out 
of her in violent spasms. Her eyes were insanely glazed as she clawed, 
pulled, and almost scratched the delicate, sensitive membrances in her 
flooded abyss of feminine delight. She was thrillingly and sensually aroused 
to the point of no return, but at the same time was unable to push herself 
over the edge. She needed the orgasm. She needed it badly. 

Groaning from the depths of her humiliation, the girl looked up at the 
confident lawyer who was still holding his throbbing cock, and said, "Fuck 
me! For the love of God, please, please fuck me! Fuck me before I go totally 
out of my mind." 

Vane sank to the floor between her thighs, smiling at her, leaning forward 
so his face hovered over hers. His lips were stretched in a grin of ultimate 
triumph as he said, "Good girl. I knew you'd come around to my way of 
thinking. Now tell me, just where is it you want me to fuck you?" 

His sadistically licentious grin let her know he wasn't going to do a damn 
thing until she said everything he wanted to hear. She choked, swallowing a 
great gob of hot saliva, then took a deep breath and said, "I want you to 
fuck me in my cunt." 

"Very good. Now with what shall I fuck you." 

"With your cock." 

"Excellent. Now put all the words together and form a complete sentence." 

"I ... want you to fuck me with ... your cock ... in my cunt," she gasped, 
panting strongly. 

"And just how do you want me to fuck you?" he teased. 

"Any damn way you want," she screeched. "For the love of God! Fuck me!" 

"That's more like it. Christ! After all that time in the elevator, I thought 
you'd have learned something. It goes to show, people only learn from their 
own experiences." 

He reached down and guided the rounded dome of his flexing penis to the slit 
between her thighs. He roughly forced her inner labia to part, and he pushed 
the blunted head against her tiny, virginal hole, saying, "Here it goes, 
baby. And it's going all the way." 

He pushed, and his thickened penile hose began widening her elastic 
interior. Pat immediately felt pain, and shouted, "It's too big. Oh God! 
It's too big. I'll never be satisfied." 

"Don't be silly," he told her. "It's never too big. You just relax and keep 
your muscles loose, honey." 

But David Vane was sweating. It had been a long time since he'd pumped a 
virgin cunt, and this one was even narrower than most. It was going to be a 
squeaky tight fit. 

In spite of her need for cock, now that it was starting to slide into her, 
Pat felt Vane's cock all but tearing her flesh as it opened her and widened 
her narrow little gully. Inch by inch she felt the flesh auger slowly bore 
into her until he began pressing the penile point against her inner 
membrane. 

"Eeeeyiiiii!" Pat screamed as he continued pushing it forward, forcing it to 
tear through the slender bit of tissue. "You're splitting me wide open," she 
screamed. "Oh God! It hurts! It hurts something awful." 

And then Vane was plunging his masterful cock the rest of the way into her 
seething, shuddering tunnel, filling it completely with his flesh. But even 
when he had filled every last little inch of her vaginal interior, a good 
two inches of his throbbing cock remained totally exposed. He pushed against 
the wet, hot, squeezing pressure of her cuntal corridor, feeling the way her 
tunnel compressed his cock. 

"Thatta girl!" Vane screamed to the agonized Pat. "It's almost as far in as 
it can go. Now wait for your cunt to adjust to my thickness, and then we'll 
be off to the races. I guarantee, you'll love every last little bit of it." 

He stretched his form out on top of hers, lying immobile on her nakedly 
impaled form for a moment or two before flexing his fat dong deep inside the 
constricting enclosure of her vagina scabbard. He writhed his hips 
circularly, trying to wedge at least another inch of cock into her. But it 
was as far in as possible. Even so, his rubbery head pushed against her 
throbbing interior, making the young girl gasp. 

The pained brunette gasped and groaned with each of Vane's muscular twitches 
as he repeatedly forced his cock to maintain its expansion inside her. And 
just when the pain became so overpowering Pat thought she was going to 
faint, Vane began sliding the tool back and forth, in and out, just a few 
inches. But that was enough to help massage away her agony, and little by 
little, as her taut tunnel adjusted to his thickness, the pain continued 
fading out. As the moments fled the girl realized she really was capable of 
handling such a monstrous member. 

Vane started to increase his grinding pressure, swinging his hips from side 
to side as he moved farther back and forth. He insinuated his massive 
truncheon as far in as possible each time, and now began pulling so far 
back, all that remained was his glands. He stretched her thighs farther and 
farther apart until they were almost one hundred and eighty degrees away 
from each other. Then he spun her around, with his meat still buried all the 
way inside her so she was lying face-down, and he was lying against her ass 
cheeks with his prong digging deeper and deeper. In this position he was 
able to sink his throbbing prick another half inch into her. 

Digging her elbows into the floor, and pressing down with her knees, Pat 
raised her buttocks as she found herself purring with thrills she had hoped 
for, but hadn't believed existed. Yes, this was even better than the tongue, 
and it was moving in and out of her with faster rapidity, enhancing the 
jolting electrical sensations in her pussy. Oh, yes, this was exactly what 
she had been seeking. Her buttocks slammed back against the man's belly as 
his heavy balls thwacked against her clitoris. She was aflame with insane, 
un-fulfilled yearnings, and unbidden, her naked body responded to the man's 
thrustings as her lewd cunt responded to his wild, hip swing motions. 

Poised behind the girl, staring down at the stretched skin over her rounded 
buttocks, Vane thrilled to the soft moans of delight coming from the girl's 
mouth. Yes, his thick cock was no less effective with virgins. 

As the naked lawyer continued wildly driving into the seething feminine 
cauldron between Pat's thighs, the girl's body reacted of its own volition 
to the wanton thrills shooting through her. Solidly, she slammed her ass 
back against his belly, madly writhing and twisting, thrilling to the 
pressure of his heavy cock moving through her vacuum-like interior. She 
found as she moved with Vane, sliding her eagerly pulsing vagina back as he 
pounded his massive stick forward, the intensity of the sensations 
increased. She was feeling even stronger feelings now than when she had been 
begging him for release, but now it didn't matter, because her orgasm was 
only moments away. This was her reward for having obeyed him. This was wild, 
insane, and wonderful. 

Staring down at the mat, she saw pink stains beneath her body and realized 
her blood had mingled with her lubrication and was dripping from inside her. 
The rupture of her hymen had caused more blood than she had thought, but it 
wasn't too bad. She knew she wouldn't need a transfusion, but she would 
certainly be weak when she finally got home. 

"Give it to me," she growled between gritted teeth. "Give me the entire 
length of cock. Ram it all into me. All of it, all of it, I want to feel all 
of it." 

And then, there it was. It overwhelmed Pat with such force, her knees 
flattened out under her and she slammed to the floor. 

"EEEEEEYYYYSSSSGGGGHHHH!" she screamed. "AAAA GGG HHHHH!" 

Her head tossed wildly from side to side as overpowering blasts of pleasure 
drowned her for a moment. Her naked young body spasmed and convulsed 
repeatedly, and she was jetting to the heights of passion. For one small 
instant she remained poised at the apex, and the young girl was suddenly one 
with infinity. She gasped and lifted her head, staring into the mirror 
against the wall in front of her, seeing Vane's lust-transfixed face as he 
wildly slammed his expanding thickness into her frantically twitching pussy. 

"HHHHAAAAAYYYYYAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" Vane hoarsely bellowed, and he was slamming 
forward, spewing the contents of his heated spunk into the simmering wet 
container of throbbing cunt, flooding it with his pearl-white glue. He fell 
forward on top of her, feeling her ass cheeks press against his pelvis as he 
fired salvo after salvo into her swollen chamber. 

And when it was finally over and he pulled out of her, he took her into his 
bathroom and showed her how to douche. Not that he really cared about her, 
but if he kept her from becoming pregnant, he was almost certain to have her 
available whenever there was no other nookie. 

Afterward, they dressed, and he called her parents and told them he was the 
building manager, and that Pat had worked overtime, so they were not to 
worry. Then he took her out for supper at a nice little Italian place. And 
after that, he drove her home. Pat was grateful, being too tired to walk to 
and from bus stops. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

When she awoke the following morning, Pat felt somewhat sore inside, but it 
was a good sore. She would gladly endure such soreness again, if only to 
repeat the entire experience. 

Lying in her bed, she wondered how David Vane was able to perform so well 
and be such a rat. At least she didn't feel frustrated this morning, as she 
had felt on awakening many of the other mornings. 

Getting out of bed, she took a long, hot bath. It helped to ease the 
soreness inside her. Then she dressed in pink slacks and a yellow polo shirt 
with red and green stripes. After combing out her black, fluffy hair, she 
went downstairs and had breakfast, and then decided to go shopping. She had 
put forty dollars aside and felt it was time to treat herself. 

Taking the bus, she rode it to Main Street, and there bought herself two 
blouses, a skirt, and a dress. When she returned home, she found herself 
alone. Her parents both worked on Saturday. 

Pat was about to watch some TV when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she 
found herself face-to-face with what looked like a chubby teenage boy, 
dressed in a fancy three-piece grey suit. He had a full head of short, black 
hair, and a round cherubic face. 

"I'm looking for Miss Patricis Callahan," he told her in what sounded like a 
girl's voice. 

"That's me," she nodded. 

"Hey, terrific. I'm Mike Fesschlocker from the firm of Stevens and 
Fesschlocker. My father is a senior member of the firm. I'm just starting 
out, myself." 

"Well just what do you want?" Pat asked. 

"May I come in?" Fresschlocker asked. 

"I guess so," Pat shrugged, stepping aside and letting him enter. 

They went into the living room where Fresschlocker sat on the red sofa, and 
Pat sat in a red chair, opposite. 

"You're the young lady who operates the penthouse elevator in the Stern 
Building, am I right?" he asked. 

"Yes," Pat nodded. 

"Excellent. Miss Callahan, you might be able to do me a big service, and you 
would be suitably rewarded in return." 

"How can I help you?" Pat asked. 

"Very simply. You see, the elevator starter, Eric Ross, has told us about 
the shenanigans Dave Vane pulls in that elevator. Now if you could find some 
way to keep him in that elevator Tuesday afternoon, our firm would show its 
gratitude to the tune of a thousand dollars." 

"What are you talking about?" Pat asked, her heart racing. 

"According to Eric, Mr. Vane does all kinds of ... well ... funny things in 
that elevator, especially with women. And Eric tells us every operator on 
the elevator is eventually ... uhhh ... tested by Mr. Vane. Sometimes, Vane 
becomes so engrossed in what he's doing in there, he forgets the time. Well, 
Tuesday afternoon, we have a big court case with our client against that of 
Mr. Vane. And if Mr. Vane fails to show in court, we have the case sewn up." 

"Why should I care?" Pat asked. 

"A thousand dollars is a lot of money," Fresschlocker told her. 

"And what am I supposed to do to earn it?" 

"Keep him in the elevator for two hours." 

"Just what do you think I am?" Pat snapped. "How dare you come into my house 
and make a suggestion like that. Why I ought to tell Mr. Vane." 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Fresschlocker said, standing. "We would 
only deny it, and since it would be your word against ours, obviously who do 
you think would be believed? And it might cost you your job. Be smart and 
say nothing. Here's my card," he said, handing her a card. "If you should 
change your mind, please let me know." 

"That's really a very low thing," Pat said to the man as they walked to the 
door. "And a boy like you is much too young to become involved in things 
like this." 

"I'm a lot older than I look," he said, smiling. "In fact, I'm almost the 
same age as Mr. Vane." 

"But you look to be about seventeen." 

"I just stopped aging," he said, smiling. "I only shave twice a week. But 
this innocent-looking face wins a lot of cases in court. Remember, if you 
change your mind, please call me. And remember, Dave Vane also uses dirty 
tricks." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Monday, when she got to work, Pat looked at Erick, the starter, with burning 
eyes. She was irritated that he should assume she was already being pronged 
by David Vane. But Eric merely leered at her. She didn't dare say anything 
to him since he did have superiority over her. But she could talk to David 
Vane. He'd believe her if she told him what had transpired at her house on 
Saturday. And she'd also tell him about Eric. 

It was almost four o'clock when her elevator stopped at the second floor and 
David Vane got on with another man. 

"Push the OVERRIDE button," he told her. 

With a man? Pat wondered, pushing the button. This I have to see. 

The man was a little taller than Vane, with long, dark hair and a curiously 
bland face. Some women would have called him good looking, but to Pat his 
face seemed almost blank. Like Vane, he had a poised, self-assured look 
about him which let her know he was successful. 

"Pat, this is Neil," Vane said, not bothering to give her the man's last 
name. 

"Hey, she's everything you said, all right," the man called Neil agreed. 
"Very sexy. Very sexy, indeed." 

"Pat," Vane said, "we're going to ball it up for awhile in here." 

"You and Neil?" she asked. 

"Me, Neil, and a nice girl." 

"I don't see the girl," Pat insisted. 

"You're the girl," Vane told her. 

"Hey now wait a minute ... " 

"Be a good kid and don't argue," Vane said to her. "You know how 
uncomfortable things can get. Neil is a friend of mine from out-of-town. 
When I visit him he digs up a little poon and we share her together. And 
when he comes here, I do the same for him. Today, you happen to be the poon. 
Now don't get angry, because Neil is as much fun as I am. So strip down, and 
the two of us will get you in the proper spirit for lovemaking." 

"No!" Pat insisted, moving away from the two men. "I'm not some cheap tramp 
you can lay whenever you feel like it. What happened Friday happened because 
I was curious to find out what this was all about for myself. But now that I 
know, it doesn't give you the right to suddenly start treating me like a 
slave." 

But before she said anything more, the two men were surrounding her, and 
suddenly she was being borne to the floor of the elevator. She noticed the 
elevator had a cushioned floor mat today, and wondered if Eric, in his 
cuteness, had put it in there. Pat immediately clenched her thighs together 
to keep hands from sliding into her vagina. The two men quickly and roughly 
divested her of everything other than her panties, throwing her uniform in a 
corner of the elevator. Then the both of them undressed. This gave Pat a 
chance to compare David's prick to that of his friend, and she saw the 
immediate difference. Vane was both, longer and fatter than his chum. 

Neil had a standard six-inch penis that was not quite an inch and three 
quarters around. 

"Size isn't everything," he hurriedly assured the frightened girl. "I can do 
as much with my putz as Dave can do with his." 

Neil was thinner than Vane. He was also less solid. But Pat feared him as 
much as she did Vane. She had completely forgotten what she was going to 
tell him, and even if she had remembered, she would not have told him. 

Vane saw her reaction to being alone with two men, and he laughed a harsh, 
evil laugh, mocking the young girl for being afraid. 

"Stop this," Pat screamed. 

"Take it easy," Vane told her. "You know, your body is simply a machine, and 
it ought to be used by you to please you. Now you saw how I was able to do 
this, Friday night. Just think, with two men it can be twice as much fun. No 
amount of resistance on your part is going to keep us from enjoying 
ourselves with you, so why not make up your mind to relax and have fun." 

The two men, as if by a prearranged signal, leaned down and each sucked a 
nipple into his mouth. Pat felt instant heat shoot through her as their 
tongues laved her nipples. Then their heads rose, and each grasped a breast 
in one of his hands and began caressing. When they returned their mouths to 
her nipples, moments later, Pat suddenly became aware of hands trying to 
force her thighs apart. One hand began rolling her panties down, and she 
knew if she struggled the panties would tear and Eric would know his 
suspicions were correct. A hand rolled the panties all the way down, and she 
had to part her thighs slightly in order for them to be removed. 

The continuing, gentle suction at her breasts caused her tender, sensitive 
nipples to instantly elongate. The feeling was driving her insane, and duck 
bumps were already covering her exposed body. Two men working on her at once 
was definitely more sensual than merely one man. The feeling was causing her 
to writhe, maddeningly. This was as unlike what she had felt Friday evening, 
as that had been from what she had been doing to herself at home. 

A moment later, she felt her legs being violently pried apart, and when the 
hand began titillating her labial folds, she immediately lost the will to 
resist. She was too hyped up on sex, and totally controlled by it. 

Neil slid between her thighs, but he kept his head forward with his mouth 
locked on her left breast as she helplessly lay on the floor. Vane continued 
sucking her right nipple, running his hands over her white, tender form 
again and again, sending prickling sensations of arousal charging through 
her anguished body. She felt Neil moving closer to her groin, and once more 
she braced herself for the searing pain she had felt when Vane had first 
entered her. But the prodding pole of stolid flesh began teasing at the 
ragged edges of her soft labia, moving up and down in the scalloped slit, 
rubbing against the outer fringes of her awakening vagina. 

Hearing Vane's harsh laughter, Pat turned to look at him for an instant, and 
she was caught completely unawares by the gentle probing pressure of Neil's 
cock. The touch of his glands against her labia made her start. She shut her 
eyes, expecting a cruel, vicious, even violent attack on her helplessly 
exposed cunt. But as the moments passed and the violence didn't materialize, 
she was almost disappointed ... until she felt the subtle pleasure slowly 
seeping into her youthful body. The combination of the two men still toying 
with her breasts, occasionally fingering her nipples and alternatingly 
sucking on them, added to the throbbing thrill of Neil's slender wand as its 
point slowly rubbed up and down over her slick labia, was gradually making 
her weaken. Her resistance was being worn down a little at a time, but she 
was yielding just as certainly as she had the previous Friday night, in 
Van's apartment. 

Now she was the female on the elevator floor. She was the one looking up at 
the chrome door. The only difference was, there was no operator to stand 
with her back to the proceedings and stare at the reflected images of what 
was going on. 

Pat groaned, hoping, praying, her mind was able to regain some kind of 
control over her body. But the passing moments let her know the whims of her 
flesh were stronger than the orders issuing from her mind. The unprotected, 
sensitive areas of her body were yielding. She was once again a helpless 
victim. 

Pat sensed the pulsing split of her young, throbbing vagina opening wide to 
the tender, teasing touch of Neil's probing cock. Her taut buttocks twitched 
and jerked in involuntary spasms as she felt the smooth, minaret-shaped head 
rub across her tender, seething little clitoris, making it swell and burgeon 
forth as far as the tiny nubbin was capable of growing. A new shower of 
sparkler-like tingles charged maddeningly through her young flesh. The young 
brunette clenched her teeth tightly together and struggled with all her 
willpower against the tiny lapping sparks threatening to burst into sudden, 
uncontrollable flame. The aching fires would once again totally devour her, 
making her a slave to the whims of these men. She inwardly struggled, but it 
was a losing battle as the men sucked and lapped at her quivering 
breast-points, and the hard, shuddering penis teased the portal of her 
aching vagina. 

And then, after one final desperate struggle, she realized there was no hope 
for her. Once again the battle was lost. The dam of lust broke within her 
all over again. 

The girl's wantonly aroused torso began jerking and twitching spasmodically, 
starting a slow, careful-yet abandoned-movement as Pat permitted herself to 
gradually sink deeper and deeper beneath the waves of thrilling delight now 
coursing through her aching body in maddening spirals. Every muscle in her 
shuddering self was straining as she raised her hips involuntarily higher, 
reaching toward that maddening pole pushing between her juicy thighs. She 
felt the full length of the smaller, but no less hard, fleshy probe as it 
slid up and down her shuddering, widely splayed slit. It moved in a 
maddening, teasing manner, causing her jerking pelvis to undulate toward it. 
Her hungry cunt, like the mouth of a ravenous animal, was wide open, 
desperately anxious to close around the hard, blood-bloated point. 

"Oh God!" she screamed, knowing she had to have a cock inside her again. 

David Vane had done a terrible thing. He had created an uncontrollable need 
for cock in her ravenous young body. She needed to be fucked as certainly as 
she needed food. Sperm nourished her vaginal cavern as meat satisfied a 
lion. 

The two men stopped sucking for a moment and grinned at one another, sensing 
the girl's total submissiveness. She was surrendering her body to them to do 
with as they saw fit. 

"You are going to fuck yourself onto my cock," Neil told the girl. 

"Yes, yes, anything," she agreed. "Whatever you say." 

"You really trained this one right," Neil smiled at Vane. 

He made the girl stand up, and then he lay down on the rubber floor mat in 
the elevator. Pat knelt above him, and Vane stood behind her, holding her 
tits firmly in his grasping palms. The girl inched her seething pussy 
forward, feeling the knobby head of his cock press between her seething 
labia. She stared down and saw how quickly he was breathing, and felt a 
small sense of victory, knowing she was so desirable. She saw the dark hairs 
on his pelvis, looking like some kind of steel wool. And she realized she 
was angled so she was able to see her reflection in the chrome door. Yes, 
this time she was seeing herself in there and not some other hapless female. 
Her pink pussy was wide open in extended invitation to the probing penis 
already pressing its head between her inner cuntlips. The hard cock was 
jerking and twitching, and the girl saw it expand and contract with each 
pulsation. Her thighs were pressing against his sides, and his knees were 
shoved against her inner loins, forcing the heated trough of her interior to 
remain spread apart. 

Pat had to have that staff buried inside her, now. It wasn't as long or as 
thick as that of David Vane, but under the circumstances it would do. It was 
certainly a lot thicker than any finger either of the men might have shoved 
into her. Frantically her fingers clutched the length of rock-hard cock. Her 
tiny fingers had a firm grip on the pole this time, being able to encircle 
it with ease. She felt the hard shaft pulsating wildly, and she realized 
despite it being smaller and thinner than that of Vane, it was no less 
alive. Yes, yes, this was what her belly was aching and screaming for. 
Careful not to hurt the instrument, since it represented her means of being 
relieved, she tried cramming it into her cunt, only to find, in spite of its 
having taken Vane the previous Friday, it was still a tight, narrow hole, 
and needed to be treated gently. Her buttocks shuddered as Vane squeezed her 
breasts, rubbing her nipples with his palms, letting her know he was there, 
in essence supervising everything. Desperate to have the cock inside her, 
she used the fingers of one hand to spread her labia, and then with her 
other hand, all but forced the head of Neil's cock against the mouth of her 
straining pussy. Now the head was lodged in the hole, and lodged securely 
enough to remain as long as Neil didn't pull back, or Vane didn't suddenly 
try lifting her off the man's throbbing cock. 

Neil grinned, mirroring the evil smile on Vane's face. Had it been his 
choice, he would have reached up, grabbed the girl's shoulders, and forced 
her tight pussy all the way down on his throbbing dick. But David Vane, with 
hands cupping the girl's large breasts, was doing the guiding. And he 
enjoyed tantalizing Pat, knowing the longer it took for her to be fulfilled, 
the more certain she was to obey his commands when he issued them. By now, 
he was aware of the girl's suffering need for a good, stiff prick. She 
needed it jammed up into her belly. Hell! He had spent the last ten years 
making a study of women, and so far, every one of them had wanted to be 
convinced to shed her inhibitions. True, many of them didn't know what they 
really wanted for awhile, but Vane had properly guided them. And this girl 
had to be the best of the lot; young, innocent, not really aware of her 
body's desires until he showed them to her. It was fun to make her wait a 
little, causing her to anticipate exactly what was about to take place. It 
enhanced her own feelings, as well. Once she was ready, he'd let Neil fuck 
her, and do her the favor of letting her suck his dick at the same time. She 
wasn't quite ready to be ass fucked, but that would come, in time. The 
licentious thought of plundering the girl's rectum caused him to 
involuntarily squeeze the girl's breasts, and at the same time shove down a 
little. 

Pat gasped as she felt her labia separating even more and the elastic 
orifice of her vulva being stretched. And then Neil's throbbing dork began 
slowly sliding into her tightness. The blood filled head carefully, slowly 
worked its way into her. 

Neil flexed his muscles, feeling all the pent-up, agonizing frustrations he 
had inside him over the past few days come surging forward as he sliced his 
pulsing cock into the warm, wet tunnel of the young girl. He gasped aloud in 
the breathless silence of the elevator as it hit bottom, stopped, then 
started up again. The hot, squeezing walls of the young girl's spasming 
pussy contracted tightly, soothingly, deliriously over the head of his 
stone-solid wang as the thundering penis slid a bit deeper into the girl. 
Vane was slowly, carefully pushing her down, and the upward movement of the 
elevator helped her downward slide, as well. He stabbed his own cock into 
her back, rubbing the wetness seeping from it into the girl's flesh, and Pat 
gasped, feeling the giant cock against her spine while the other one 
continued slipping into her down-sliding vagina. Two cocks! Two cocks! This 
was wonderful. Down she went, feeling her scabbard surround the fleshy sword 
entering her, thrilling to the lust bloated penis as it moved into her with 
the power of a runaway locomotive. It pushed hard against the tight, soft 
membranes, making her tender tissues ripple before it as it cut upward. 
Thrilling blasts of wonder filled Pat as surely as the cock plunging upward 
into the fist-like tightness of her creaming womanly center. 

Pat stared at her reflection in the chrome door and thrilled to what she 
saw. The weight of Vane's hands on her breasts, the pressure of his thick 
penis massaging her back, and the doughiness of Neil's balls wedged between 
her thighs now that his penis was all the way up inside her, combined to 
thrill her. 

The girl's face was contorted, but this time there was no pain. It was sheer 
heaven feeling a penis such as this move through her. True, Vane's thicker 
penis, in the long run, would bring her more delight. But this one was 
causing pleasure right from the start, with no initial agony. The girl 
screamed out her lust, bouncing wildly on the upthrust knife of phallic 
enchantment. Tears of wondering joy spilled from her eyes, running down her 
cheeks. Inwardly, Pat cried for herself, realizing her innocence was truly 
gone forever. Not that it was something to be missed, but at that moment she 
felt she had lost what little she had left of girlhood. She was now a woman 
in every sense of the word. Thrills were etched into the drawn lines on her 
face. She gasped for him to continue, but at that moment, with Vane's weight 
pressing down as his hands continued their sadistic squeezing of her 
breasts, Pat found herself no longer able to move. The pike of penile 
delight attached to Neil was crammed all the way up inside her. Her hands 
were no longer able to touch his cock, and so she reached behind and down, 
beneath her buttocks, feeling the wrinkly mass of his scrotum. She massaged 
the dual lumpy mass, making Neil writh beneath her, causing his cock to 
revolve in her vaginal mineshaft. It pushed, like a long lump of 
fire-hardened clay against her womb, butting its nose against her cervix. 
Her vagina adjusted to the lesser thickness of Neil's length and seemingly 
twisted itself around the small monolith. Because of the position in which 
she was sitting, the tinier cock felt like a sequoia log inside her. With 
thrilled lust she welcomed the invasion, tightly clenching the muscles of 
her buttocks, squeezing them together as thrill after thrill raced wildly 
through her. It felt wonderful to have an entire length of penis buried all 
the way in her. Vane's was too long to fit completely inside her. Her fleshy 
tunnel squeezed and squeezed again, making Neil flex his throbbing cock 
within. Ohhhhh God! It felt so absolutely wonderful. 

But through all this, in the back of her mind, Pat hated both these men. 
They had not asked her. They had not even assumed she was willing. They 
hadn't given a damn. Rather, they had decided she was to be used for their 
personal gratification, whether or not she, herself, was able to respond. 
True, they had done everything in their power to arouse her. True, they had 
succeeded in doing so. But their regard for her as something less than equal 
to themselves angered her. Michael Fresschlocker had been right about Dave 
Vane using dirty tricks. The girl knew, as long as she worked here and Vane 
remained a tenant here, he'd continue taking advantage of her. This was 
something she was unable to take. One of them had to go. And since her job 
meant so much to her, at that moment Pat decided it was Vane who would have 
to go. And the only way to make certain of that was to do what Fresschlocker 
wanted. 

Neil smiled up at her, as if letting her know he forgave her for being so 
ignorant and struggling so violently for no reason. He thrilled to the way 
she rotated her body against his, knowing each little movement merely 
enhanced the feelings for both of them. He remained perfectly still, flexing 
his cock, letting it expand against the tight walls of her seething pussy. 
He was glad Vane had de-humanized the girl, first. Neil hated virginal blood 
spilling all over his cock. 

"Unnggghhh!" the girl gasped, opening her eyes, thrilling all the more to 
the tubular length of solid male hose filling her seething cunt. 

Pat was thoroughly enjoying this "rape." Each time Neil flexed, a new 
sensation of lust went shooting through her. Her body squeezed her tunnel 
tightly closed each time he flexed his cock, as if she were responding to 
his pulsings. The girl groaned and sighed, gasping and shuddering, lurching 
as her hips began a wild spasmodic roll, signaling the fact that she was 
ready to begin the struggle of life and life. Neil felt hi cock become 
oversensitive and wondered if he'd be able to contain himself long enough to 
make the girl come. Not that he cared whether or not she came. He was 
leaving town later, and he'd probably never see her again. But his natural 
curiosity made him wonder if he was able to keep his seed back long enough 
for the girl to come. 

Like a sucking mouth, the entire interior of Pat's vagina closed tightly 
around the hungry length of hard cock. Her body was alive with lust, afire 
with wanton thrills, and it needed satiety. Maddening tingles, barely 
remembered since Friday evening, but suddenly alive again in her womb, 
rapidly spread to the farthest reaches of her girlish body. Nerve-ends 
gratefully came alive with thrilling lust, and maddening sensations pulsated 
in dancing waves that flickered like wavering flames across the entire 
breadth of her girlish body, moving from head to toe. Her body was humping 
up and down now, shoving the lurching length of prick deeper and deeper into 
her anguished belly. And all the while Neil remained motionless beneath her. 
He was glad she was doing all the moving, taking the responsibility for her 
orgasm away from him. 

David Vane was on his knees beside the fucking couple, and he had pulled 
Pat's face to the side so her mouth was within easy reach of his own lips. 
Pat had wanted to lean forward and throw her weight on Neil, but Vane's 
kissing her mouth prevented her from doing so. This didn't stop her from 
continuing to bounce up and down on Neil's pulsing prick, feeling his balls 
with one hand, while keeping her other hand against his chest for balance as 
her lips tasted Vane's mouth. The harsh, acrid flavor of a smoked Tiparillo 
made Pat shudder. Having kissed Vane so often, she had come to associate the 
taste with sex, and tasting his mouth now only aroused her that much more, 
Even the humiliation wrought on her by the two was now temporarily forgotten 
as the sight of herself with the two men, reflected in the chrome elevator 
door, enhanced her feelings that much more. It was much like Friday night, 
when she had seen herself with Vane in the mirrors in his room. Only the 
extra man being there was so much more arousing. 

The girl felt her pubic hair catching with Neil's steel wool, and some small 
strands were being tugged out. 

"Okay," Vane hoarsely insisted. "Tell Neil what you want." 

Pat knew better than to argue, this time. Eventually the two men would make 
her say what they wanted to hear, and she would endure a lot of agony if she 
resisted. So she gasped out, "Fuck me, Neil! Fuck me hard. Shove your cock 
into my cunt. Fill me up with it." 

"When you train 'em, you train 'em," Neil said to Vane. 

"Yeah, I'm the best in the business," Vane guffawed. 

Pat should have felt humiliated and degraded, but trying to think like a 
woman rather than a girl, she reasoned it was not degrading to do what she 
was forced to do under stress. If anything, the two men she was with were 
more guilty than she. If they wanted to make her feel small, it only 
cheapened them in the long run. Though there was nothing she could do to 
revenge herself on Neil, she had the weapon with which to avenge herself on 
David Vane. And she intended using it. It was her cunt. But no, no, her cunt 
was not enough. After today, Vane might not consider her worth staying in 
the elevator with. Certainly there was nothing new or fresh about her body 
as far as this man was concerned. But by doing this to her, he had given her 
an idea as to how she'd be able to detain him. 

She was bouncing all the more rapidly now, thinking of the sweet revenge 
that would be hers, tomorrow. It might just be enough to ruin Vane's 
reputation, too. 

The man on whom she was contemplating performing these atrocities was still 
kneeling beside her, kissing her mouth, squeezing her breasts, and 
occasionally squeezing her buttocks, as well. 

"You're all right, Pat-baby," he was saying to her. "You're going to be 
terrific. Wait and see. In time, you'll be the best lay in the entire city. 
I'm going to bring a lot of other guys around who'll be able to appreciate 
you." 

The hell you will, the girl thought, kissing him, making him think she was 
eager to enjoy him, when her eagerness, aside from the natural physical 
needs she had, stemmed from her gleeful thoughts of vengeance. 

Vane's mouth clamped tightly against hers, and his wet tongue, flavored with 
tobacco, washed through her mouth again and again. Meanwhile, Pat's body 
continued wildly bouncing on Neil's thighs, thrilling to the pressure of his 
stiff prick as it massaged her inner cuntal walls, Vane's fingers, pulling 
on her nipples, enhanced the feelings inside her to an even greater degree. 
Pat decided she might one day have a string of lovers so devoted to her, 
they'd be willing to share her all at the same time. 

Pat's loins pumped faster and faster as she rode the man with all the 
strength in her body. This position, being different from either of the two 
employed by Vane, Friday night, merely enhanced the thrills for her that 
much more, making her feel wonderful. 

Neil's body, beneath hers began pumping up and down in cadence with her own 
movements, his throbbing cock moving in and out of her riding tunnel in 
long, smooth strokes. He was even more anxious than she, and pounded his 
stiffened staff into her sucking, slurping hole, sodden with the juices 
built up by Pat's own excitement. The dark-haired man's breath came in 
short, heavy bursts, and the sight of the girl's full, magnificent breasts, 
bouncing wildly above him now that Vane had removed his hands, drove him 
even madder with lust. The girl's nipples were long, thick, and hard. He 
drove his cock straight up, literally lifting Pat's knees off the floor. The 
girl's head swayed, and her back arched with the thrills mounting in her 
tender body. 

"Ummm ... ahhhh ... yessss ... " the female elevator operator gasped, 
groaning out her submission as Vane backed off and got to his feet. 

Pat was completely trapped by the cock, and there was no longer any reason 
to fight what she felt burning inside her. Surrendering to it did not mean 
disgrace. It was a series of sensations within her that had to be sated, and 
this was the only way to do it. Lascivious chills went shooting up and down 
her arched spine, firing her ravished body even more. She responded again 
and again to the measured cadence of the throbbing cock sliding up and down 
in her greasy vestibule, thrilling to the feel of his balls slapping up 
between her thighs every time he slammed his cock into her. Maddening rushes 
of cool air eddied between, as his cock seemed to almost completely withdraw 
before plunging in anew. Her thighs tingled and ached to squeeze tightly 
shut around his body, but her knees dug into the floor mat keeping her 
balanced. Thin rivulets of perspiration mingled with droplets of lubricant 
between her thighs, and it all dripped onto the man's pelvis. 

David Vane stood there, stroking his hard prong, watching the entire scene 
in greedy fascination. He had created a female sex monster, and he was glad. 
This was some special female, all right. Just looking at the way she 
responded so readily to being touched convinced him she'd do whatever he 
wanted from now on. But then, he'd made slaves of a great many other women, 
too. More than once he'd had to have the building doorman come up and throw 
a girl out. But this one had spirit. She wasn't the kind to come crawling to 
him, and that was good. She'd always remain aloof until he wanted to use 
her. At such a time, all he'd have to do was look at her the right way, and 
she would once again be his. 

Unable to merely watch without once again participating, he came close and 
began rubbing his hands all over Pat's sweaty body. Even as she tried 
leaning forward to press her breasts against Neil's body, Vane, from behind, 
slipped both hands under her nipples and cupped her boobs, squeezing and 
tugging on them. He forced the two breasts together, making her nipples fit 
into the cupped palm of one hand, squeezing them tightly, and then he 
reached around her lower belly, touching her mons, and was able to finger 
her clitoris as her cunt continued its wild massage of the prick embedded in 
it. This only made Pat bounce faster on the hard penis filling and 
re-filling her taut, sucking cavern. She felt the thicker penis rubbing 
against her ass cheeks as Vane straddled her body. The head was pointed up, 
sliding through her ass crack and touching her spine each time she squatted 
all the way down on Neil's trapped phallus. Each time she rose, the head of 
Vane's cock rubbed the button of her anus, causing sparks to fly from her 
asshole. She knew it was too thick to go in there, and had he tried shoving 
it in, Pat was certain the pain she had felt the previous Friday would have 
been mild compared to the new agony. Even so, the wet lubricity seeping from 
the head of his moving penis did keep her asshole wet and anxious. 

"Unnnhhh!" she groaned and grunted, all the louder as the penile point 
continued tickling her anal entry-way. She wished her asshole was wide 
enough to take it in. Somehow, Pat had the feeling she'd enjoy being 
penetrated there. 

Vane removed the hand from her breasts, reached down, pushed his hard cock 
to the side, and slid a forefinger into the girl's rectal tunnel. Pat 
gasped, feeling penetration there for the first time. Because it was a 
finger, and because of the great amount of lubricant deposited on the 
outside, there was no discomfort. In fact, she felt the pleasure she had 
been expecting to sense. 

Neil hugged her body tightly to his, and Pat felt her breasts being crushed 
by his solid chest. God! It felt wonderful. She rubbed her body against 
Neil's all the more quickly, enjoying the stimulation of her nipples and her 
vaginal tract, along with the rubbing of her clitoris and the probing of her 
asshole. 

"Hey," Neil called to Vane, "are you going to fuck her in the ass, or not." 

"Not yet," Vane told him. "Her ass is a long way from being ready for my 
cock." 

"Well hell, get out of the way. Give her your prick to suck on, but get out 
of the way." 

Vane's finger slid from Pat's rectum as quickly as it had slid into her, and 
she was suddenly aware of Vane rising from behind her. As the elevator hit 
the top and began moving down in its shaft, so Pat saw the thick shaft of 
David Vane begging for her mouth to sink down on it. But if Vane's shaft was 
begging, the rest of him wasn't. His hand grabbed her fluffy black hair, 
tossing way the red cap she was wearing, and with fingers wrapped around the 
ebony strands, he tugged her face to the side, toward his waiting salami. 
The rubbery head was touching her lips, leaving wet spots all over, trying 
to pry her lips apart. Pat stared with seething lust at the patch of hair 
covering Vane's pelvis, noting it was two shades darker than his mustache. 
Realizing she was about to suck on a penis, she looked up at the smiling 
face of the man attached to the throbbing cock. The grin was one of pure 
evil. His eyes were bright and shining with glittering lust. 

"Come on," Vane urged. "We both know you've always wanted to taste the old 
wangeroo. Here's your chance, baby. Open wide and start sucking." 

Before Pat was able to verbally respond in any way, Vane tugged a little 
more firmly on her hair, forcing her to part her lips, and the head of the 
massive engine he sported was being pressed between those lovely lips, 
against her still-clenched teeth. Vane began rubbing the rubbery point from 
side to side, massaging her dentures as surely as if he was using a tooth 
brush. Pat smiled, and in doing so, opened her mouth a little. The thick rod 
of cock rammed its way right to her throat, filling her mouth with its 
immenseness. Hot, drooling spit covered his throbbing cock as her warm mouth 
automatically shaped itself to the barrel-length of the cock. Pat felt the 
thick, blunt, rubbery underside massaging her tongue as it slid back and 
forth, bumping against her throat each time. This took her concentration 
away from Neil's cock, still buried in the seething depths of her lusting 
belly. 

Vane's eyes were glazed with salaciousness as the stocky man began jerking 
his pelvis back and forth with amazing rapidity. He squatted a little, to 
make the fit in her mouth that much better, then wrapped both hands around 
her head and tugged her face forward and back as he pumped his thrusting 
schlong in and out of her sucking mouth. Pat immediately pulled with her 
lips and licked with her tongue, sucking with all her strength, hoping to 
drain the man's very energy from him when he finally emptied his balls into 
her mouth. And she knew he fully intended firing into her mouth, just as he 
had unloaded his jism into Linda's mouth. Vane automatically followed the 
rhythm of Neil's pumping penis, keeping the motion of his own prod beating 
into the girl's mouth in such a way, that as Neil pumped into the girl's 
cunt, he was sliding his own cock back. And as Neil grabbed the girl's hips 
and forced her up, he rammed in with all his might. 

Pat had no idea how she was doing it, but she felt her gullet opening as 
Vane's thrusting cock forced its way all the way in, literally clogging her 
esophagus. She ought to have been choking, but the girl felt deliciously 
relaxed in a way she had never before felt, and as a result, she was taking 
the entire mass of penile glands into her pharynx. Her lips were scrubbed by 
the wiry short hairs on Vane's pelvis. Her lower lip even pressed against 
the man's drawn up balls, thrilling to the wrinkled, hairy flesh tickling 
it. Vane's hand now gripped her ears like handles, giving him complete 
control over her head. She felt the smooth head, followed by the different 
texture of his cock-bole rub against her palate and tongue as the corona 
plugged itself into and out of her throat again and again. From the corner 
of her eye, the girl saw her reflection in the elevator door, and curious 
thrills shot through her when she watched her lips tighten in a solid ring 
around the phallic presence continually invading her mouth and throat. 
Slowly, little by little, her throat became completely attuned to the 
breadth of the pumping penis, and she found herself able to swallow her 
saliva, along with the gouts of lubrication seeping from the prominent 
plugging putz. This, combined with the pressure of the hard cock in her 
vagina was enough to rouse her completely, and she felt the rising tide of 
orgasm build, build, build, and suddenly it was blasting through her teenage 
body. The very idea that Vane and Neil had tried humiliating and debasing 
her made all this so much more exciting, because Pat knew there was no 
humiliation in doing something like this. The saliva in her mouth was 
becoming thicker as the floods of dripping oil coming from Vane's cock 
became greater and greater. The heavy penis was swelling and thickening, as 
she felt her climax slam wickedly into her. 

"UUUUGGGGLLLLUUUUMMMMPHH!!" was all she was able to gasp with the massive 
prod filling her throat. 

Her body bounced like a loose marionette on top of Neil's upthrust wand as 
spasm after spasm shook her, making her tremble and vibrate completely 
beyond control. Her mouth strained and sucked as she felt the delicious 
thrills of multiple climax shoot through her with repeated blasts. 

As if in response to her climax, Vane, who had been all hot and bothered 
right from the start, slammed his hips against her beautiful face, jamming 
the entire length of his meaty wand into her orifice, completely filling it, 
blocking out any air as he bellowed, "AAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHUUHHH!" 

Hot, burning spunk washed down Pat's throat, and she drank it eagerly, 
feeling another climax dynamite its way through her body. She groaned with 
lust around the erupting penis, drinking the thick, gluey liquid as Neil, 
anxious to peak, fucked into her more and more rapidly until he finally 
found his nirvana, blasting seed into the still-upright body of the 
cocksucking girl. 

Pat sucked and drank until the flaccid, shrunken penis of David Vane slid 
from her mouth, completely empty. She remained seated on Vane's friend's 
penis until it, too, had shriveled to near nothingness. In that time, the 
young brunette had one more climax, but it was more like an anti-climax. 

The two men took their hands from her and she rolled off them. Vane stood 
with his back braced against a corner of the elevator, while Neil simply lay 
there, totally drained. 

"Christ!" Neil gasped. "This one's a succubus. She drained every last drop 
of feeling from me. Hell! She has to be the best broad I've ever fucked." 

"I know what you mean," Vane's hoarse voice nodded. "She sucks pretty well, 
too, considering this was the first time she ever used her mouth. With 
practice I figure she'll become as good a cocksucker as she's good at 
fucking." 

"Make sure you give her that practice," Neil laughed, getting to his feet 
and dressing. 

Vane put his clothes on, and between them the two men dressed Pat, even 
putting her little red cap on. Then they rode to the ground floor and got 
off. 

Pat stood there as Eric, the starter, came over to her, and said, "Two men, 
this time. Hey you're all right, kid. You keep this up, and your job'll be 
set for life." 

"Eric, why don't you mind your own business," she snapped. 

"I am," he laughed. "I was hoping to get in on a little of what you've been 
giving them." 

"Why don't you drop dead," she snapped. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

That evening, Pat went to the corner drugstore after eating supper, and she 
called the number on Michael Fesschlocker's card. When Fresschlocker 
answered she thought he was a girl, at first. She told him she was willing 
to do what he wanted, but she wasn't satisfied with a thousand dollars. 

"I don't know if I can go any higher," he told her. 

"Don't kid me," she snapped. "If it's worth a thousand dollars it's worth 
two thousand, and even that's cheap. If you must know, I need the extra 
thousand because I'm going to employ a little help. I feel the girl with me 
deserves a thousand, as well. So give me a yes or a no right now. Don't 
leave me hanging." 

"You drive a hard bargain," Fresschlocker told her. 

"Well men like you and Mr. Vane have made me what I am. All we're quibbling 
about now is, for how much will I continue being that kind of a female." 

"All right," Fresschlocker agreed. 

"I want it all up front, tonight," Pat told him. "Don't try telling me you 
can't get it. I have every faith you can." 

"All right," Fresschlocker agreed. "Where do I meet you?" 

Pat told him about the drugstore, and hung up. She went to the soda fountain 
and ordered an ice cream sundae, and waited. 

Long before Fresschlocker arrived, a close friend of hers, Erin, come in, 
and walked over to her, saying, "What was so important that you had to call 
my house at dinnertime to tell me to meet you here?" 

"A thousand dollars," Pat said to her friend. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Well, well," David Vane grunted, getting into the elevator at noon on the 
following day. "I didn't expect to see you working so early." 

"I took the day off from school to show my friend Erin how to operate the 
elevator," Pat told him. "The two of us will be alternating on my shift." 

Vane stared at the other girl who was not yet dressed in an elevator 
operator's uniform. The girl had straight black hair as opposed to the 
fluffy hair on Pat's head. Her nose was straight, and her eyes were just as 
grey. She had a few freckles which made her look cute and young. Body-wise, 
she seemed a carbon copy of Pat. She had large breasts jutting out against a 
blue and white striped polo shirt, and from the way they jiggled, and the 
prominent way the nipples pressed into the cloth, it was plain Erin didn't 
"go bra." Her hips were nice and round, encased as they were in hip huggers, 
and the girl had slim, neat calves, trim ankles, and small feet which were 
wearing leather sandals. 

The sight of the two females together set Vane's heart trip hammering. He 
wasn't due in court for two hours, and the idea of dallying with the two 
girls at once tickled his fancy tremendously. He knew Pat would do whatever 
he said, so it was merely a question of bringing the other girl around to 
his way of thinking. And for once he didn't want to use an elevator. His 
room in his apartment was much more suitable. 

"You girls should be getting off for lunch about now," Vane said. "Care to 
join me in the penthouse?" 

"Sure," Pat nodded, winking at Erin, who winked back. 

Vane was let off in his penthouse, and the two girls rode the elevator to 
the main floor, where Pat's relief would take over for the rest of the day. 
Pat changed into her street clothes, and the two girls took another elevator 
to the floor just below the penthouse. Pat had seen Eric's eyes on her all 
the way, and she didn't want him knowing she was going to Vane's apartment. 
True, the starter would suspect something, but she didn't care about 
suspicions without proof. 

Erin was nervous and admitted it. She had confessed to Pat the previous 
night that she was no virgin, but her body had been used solely by a boy 
friend who had moved away at the end of the summer. She claimed she wasn't 
the kind to normally sell her body for money. But Pat had argued money was 
the only tangible thing for which a girl ought to sell her body. The sight 
of the thousand dollars Pat held out to her had convinced Erin. This one 
time she would go along because like all girls her age, she needed money 
desperately, and, like all girls her age, she was not earning enough at her 
part-time job. 

The two girls took the stairs to Vane's penthouse and rang the door buzzer. 
Vane let them in and ushered them through the elite front hall to his living 
room, past the elevator door to his private "play" room. On seeing the 
mirrors and frescoes, Erin gasped. 

"Shall we eat before or after?" Vane asked. 

"Before," Pat told him, knowing he'd want to relax after his stomach was 
full, though he was certain to believe he had plenty of time before having 
to get back to the courtroom. 

Vane led them to the dining room and had them sit at a solid oak table that 
had been covered by a white linen tablecloth. Expensive silver and bone 
china with linen napkins had been carefully placed before three chairs. 

Vane went to the phone, punched out a number on the buttons, and said 
something. Hanging up, he held a chair for each of the girls, then sat, 
himself. Some minutes later, the elevator door opened, and food on steaming 
trays came wheeling in on dollies. All three were served fruit cup 
appetizers, cream of mushroom soup, and roast chicken with mashed potatoes, 
green beans, and carrots. Dessert consisted of cocoanut-sprinkled vanilla 
ice cream with chocolate topping. 

After the food trays had been removed and Vane was alone with the two girls, 
they went into the opulent living room and relaxed for twenty minutes, 
staring at the skyline, outside. 

"Okay," Vane said, standing, "I barely have an hour left, so let's get to 
it. Erin, did Pat explain the ground rules to you, or do I have to go over 
everything." 

"I understand everything," Erin nodded. 

"Good, good. It'll save a lot of time." 

They adjourned to the mirrored room, and without speaking another word, all 
three undressed. Vane had an opportunity of comparing the two naked bodies. 
Both girls had equally large breasts, but Erin's had pink aureole with rosy 
nipples compared to the rich tan of Pat's tips. 

Erin and Pat had agreed to "put on a show" for Vane, first. Not only would 
this make Vane want the two of them all the more, but it would help to 
loosen Erin up. Though Pat's friend had not done any lesbianic playing 
around since having lost her cherry, the girl was not immune to it. Like 
Pat, Erin had a low boiling point. 

The two girls lay down on the soft, deep floor, and Vane, lighting up a 
Tiparillo, watched them. Yeah, he had this little elevator girl trained, all 
right, and now she was even bringing him fresh meat. She had waited for him 
to make the propositioning move, not trying to force herself on him. He 
liked that. She knew how to behave. Maybe this elevator girl would last 
awhile. 

Pat lay beside her friend, hugging her body close, feeling the sparse hairs 
on Erin's pelvis rub against the curling strands on her own mons. The girls 
kissed as naturally as if each was kissing a man. Their full, firm breasts 
squashed against one another, the nipples touching and rubbing up and down, 
making the girls aroused that much more quickly. And Pat, always looking in 
the mirror, saw the reflection of Vane's monstrous penis as it swelled. 
Pat's ebony haired triangle was circularly compressing itself against the 
tickling bush on Erin's mount. Erin spread her sleek thighs, curling her 
legs around those of her kissing friend, allowing the tapered pussy on Pat's 
groin to glide in and massage the wet, slick lips of her own viscous lips. 
From the corner of her eye, Pat saw the reflection of David Vane, puffing 
away, smiling, enjoying what he was seeing. She tried to read the man's 
thoughts through his glimmering eyes and realized he was pleased to find the 
two of them so horny. He knew the other girl, Erin, was feeling a bit 
embarrassed about her nakedness, and this foreplay between herself and Erin 
was going a long way toward making Erin relax. 

Two at a time, Vane thought, stubbing out his Tiparillo in the mirrored 
ashtray. Oh yeah, yeah, this was really going to be fun. Two luscious broads 
... still girls. 

The two girls' mouths melded together in a long, deep, tongue-dueling kiss. 
Both females had their lips compressed against each other's mouth and had 
their eyes tightly closed. Their hands were roaming gently over each other's 
body, each softly caressing the flesh, feeling the naked contours that so 
much resembled her own. 

Pat knew Vane was becoming more and more excited. Maybe he knew how to keep 
a woman from refusing, but he was burning with lust, himself. If a woman 
ever did manage to keep herself under control, Pat was certain Vane would 
end up raping her. At any moment he'd become part of what they were doing. 
This was heady stuff, and there was no way Vane wasn't going to get maximum 
enjoyment from it. In fact, Pat was counting on precisely that. Bringing 
Vane total pleasure was the one thing to take his mind off the time. And 
even if, by some chance, he did manage to get back to the courtroom on time, 
he'd be so whacked out he would not be able to think straight. The important 
thing was to try and keep him from getting back in time. 

Erin felt Pat's lips slide to her throat, and opening her eyes, saw all 
three of them in the ceiling mirror. Vane was standing much closer to Pat 
and herself, and Erin was aroused at the thought of being touched by the 
man. He had big, bony hands, and from what Pat had told her about Vane, the 
man knew how to use them. 

The sight of Vane's rock-hard shaft, standing at an acute forty five degree 
angle, made Erin's eyes widen. God! That staff the man sported had to be 
nearly twice the size of her previous boy friend's. God! It was immense. Yet 
Pat had told her how she had taken most of that rod into her vagina, and all 
of it into her mouth and throat. 

Vane plopped down beside the two clutching females. His aching hands reached 
out and began carefully exploring their bodies, touching the satin-sheened 
flesh, feeling the warmly vibrant differences that did exist between the two 
girls. 

Pat took her mouth from Erin's throat and said, "Come on in. The water's 
fine. Glad your interested." 

"Damn right I'm interested," Vane smirked. "I'd have to be made of stone not 
to be interested. The two of you are really stacked. This is going to be 
some session." 

"I hope so," Erin chimed in. "Pat told me you're supposed to be terrific, 
and I sure hope I'm not disappointed." 

"You won't be," Vane promised her. 

He pressed up close to Pat, and the girl reached back and began fondling the 
cock with which she had become so familiar. The throbbing phallic extension 
pulsated almost painfully in the girl's tight clutch. Her fingers 
appreciatively ran along the entire thick length of it. 

"You're so much better built than your friend Neil," Pat assured Vane. 

"Hell, I know that," he replied. "Neil can't hold a candle to me. He only 
thinks he's great. Believe me, when you came yesterday, it was due more to 
sucking on my dong than it was to being fucked by Neil." 

"I'm sure of it," Pat nodded. 

"Hey," Erin called out. "Bring that penis over here. I've never seen 
anything like it. I think it only fair I get to touch it a little, too." 

"You bet your sweet life it's only right," Vane cooed, now on his knees, 
moving around to Erin's rear. He pressed up against her, letting her reach 
behind her and surround the massive pike with her own fingers. She squeezed 
and pressed and tugged on the gigantic phallic wonder, and her breath began 
coming in quicker, shorter pants. 

"Hey, Dave," Pat called to him. "D'you think you can fuck both of us?" 

"Child's play," Vane laughed. 

"How many times," Phyllis wanted to know. 

"That depends on how many times I come," Vane told her. "I mean, I think I 
can make you broads come twice for each load I shoot." 

"You know darn well we're both going to come," Pat told him. "But we're 
curious how many times you can come in the process." 

"Hey, if I had the whole day I'd probably be able to pop six loads between 
the two of you." 

"Since time is so short, d'you think you can come three times?" Pat asked. 

"No sweat," Dave assured her. "I'm an orgasmic freak." 

"So you say," Erin snapped. "You'll have to prove it to me." 

Erin's fingers were gripping his cock more and more tightly, jerking on it, 
pulling on it, making it ever more sensitive. When Vane tightened a little, 
trying to keep his own body under control, Erin began feeling better, 
knowing she had some kind of control over him. 

"Relax," she whispered. "While we're together, let's have fun." 

"Sure thing," Vane agreed. 

Suddenly Pat was moving. She released Erin, rose to her knees, and, 
reversing her sensually naked self, all but hit Vane in the face with her 
feet as she threw a leg over Erin's head to straddle her in the classic 
soixante-neuf position. Pat's hands spread Erin's thighs, and then the 
elevator girl lowered her head to the hair-fringed coral cunt, while 
lowering her own fleshy cuntlips against Erin's young face. 

Vane felt Erin clutch his cock even more strongly, squeezing it as the 
squishy cuntlips pressed against her wide-open mouth. The blood began 
pulsing all the more quickly in the man's body as he heard the hungering 
sound of the two females anxiously masticating each other's dripping 
vaginas. Looking down, he was unable to see anything because Pat's buttocks 
blocked his line of vision. But when he stared in the wall mirror opposite, 
he was able to see Pat's pink tongue flick out and slice into Erin's 
seething nookie. The oral digit licked up and down in the fuming crack 
between Erin's thighs, and Vane saw fluid drip from between the luscious 
cuntlips and fall to the floor. A mirror against another wall revealed Erin 
was applying her own tongue vigorously to the viscid slash between Pat's 
loins. Erin continued tugging on the man's throbbing cock, helping herself 
keep time to the way her tongue ran in and out of the wet pussy of her 
cunt-eating friend. 

"Hey," Vane called out, "why don't you girls slow down a little and leave 
some of that good eating to me." 

Erin's violently trembling thighs were widely spread, and Pat's head kept 
nodding between them, her tongue whipping out again and again. She saw Vane 
watching her and resolved to put on a performance he was destined never to 
forget. Her wet tongue sank deep, dredging out more juices from between 
Erin's thighs as her lips pulled at the wet opening, sucking liquid into her 
throat and drinking it straight down. Erin shivered with wild delight, and 
David Vane, almost totally melted inside himself, listened to the mewling 
sounds Erin was making while Pat hummed along in time to the slavering 
sounds the two girls made as their mouths continued dredging fluid from one 
another's vaginal wells. The sounds they made were deliciously obscene as 
they hungrily tongue-fucked each other again and again. The two girls were 
literally all wrapped up in one another. And there was almost nothing Vane 
was able to do other than sensually caress their flesh at the moment. And so 
the man did just that. 

The lawyer's hand went out between the two soft, warm bodies, first to the 
kneeling Pat's form, and the hand began fondling the ripe, fruitlike 
dangling breasts, digging his fingers into the girl's smoothly pliant flesh, 
cupping the weighty mammaries in his palms, then rolling the hardened 
nipples between his tweaking fingers. 

The man's other hand slid over Erin's tautly rippling stomach, moving to her 
breast where he was able to knead, squeeze, and caress the quivering 
softness of that young girl's shuddering mounds of bosomy flesh. Both girls 
had such full breasts, it thrilled him to feel them. Closing his eyes, Vane 
found it difficult to tell one nipple from another. Aside from the color, 
the nipples felt equally thick and long and pointed. These were two nifty 
chicks, all right. Although priding himself on being able to handle two 
older women, as well as any one woman at a time, Vane was starting to wonder 
if he was capable of wearing down the two girls. They had so much vitality, 
so much energy. Well, what the hell, he damn sure was going to give it one 
helluva try. Shee-itt!!! Being able to fuck two such gorgeous cunts at the 
same time was really something. He had swapped with Neil before, but having 
two such young, spirited pretty foxes at once was one hell of an 
irresistible challenge. He had to fuck them one after the other, which meant 
he'd have to hold his spunk back for the second broad, each time. That also 
meant alternating which one went first. Jesus! Three times in an hour? 
Maybe! Maybe! 

The two girl's wetly ground their faces into one another's seething muffs, 
sucking, licking, drinking the fermenting juices spilling out from within. 
Their breathing was raspy, their throats sounding guttural. Each realized 
she was turned on because of the other girl's body, and each knew she was 
capable of coming this way. No, no, they had to hold back, they had to save 
their orgasms for David Vane. Erin realized it first, and releasing Vane's 
cock, used both hands to push her friend off her. Pat was grateful, having 
been so caught up in what she was doing as well as what was being done to 
her, she didn't realize what was happening to her. 

Pat lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, seeing how wet and 
glistening were her pink labia, shining through the black curls covering her 
pelvis. In the mirror, she saw both, her own pussy and that of Erin, 
pulsating and quivering, and thought how much they looked alike. Sucking 
that sweet slit had been like eating her own cunt, and with Erin's mouth 
down there, working on her gash, she had the vicarious sensation she was 
actually pressing her mouth to her own vaginal tract. And she was sure Erin 
felt the same thing. Heady, perfumed lubricant seeped from both gashed 
wounds, filling the room with their delightful aromas. 

"Ohhhhh!" Pat gasped. "I almost forgot ... thanks Erin. Gee, it was all so 
good, so very good. I just wanted to keep on going, eating and eating ... " 

Scrambling to her feet, she turned to Vane, who was getting his second wind, 
saying, "Come on, Dave. Fuck me to death. Then go to work on Erin. You know 
there's no cock in the land like yours." 

Her eyes were locked on the massively throbbing phallus as she stood 
straight up, stretched, letting him appreciate her body all over again, and 
then she lay down, saying, "Come on, Dave. Let's show Erin it's possible for 
a cunt as small and as narrow as hers to hold such a thick staff. Jam it 
into me, and when you're finished with me, go to work on her." 

Vane had wanted to fuck Erin first, she being the new cunt. But Pat's 
reasoning sounded good. If he simply stuffed his prong into the new girl 
without taking the time to assure her she was able to handle it, Erin might 
be the girl to go nakedly screaming out of the apartment. By fucking Pat 
first, he saved a lot of time, a lot of foreplay, and besides, he'd be able 
to fuck instead of just fool around. But a complication arose when Erin sat 
straight up and said, "No! You've already felt what his cock is like inside 
you. Let him fuck me, first." 

"Hey, slow down ... " Pat started to say. 

"No!" Erin insisted. "I'm ready for him. If you could take him, so can I. 
Me, first." 

For the first time in his life David Vane found himself at a temporary loss 
for words. Shit! He intended fucking both of them, but it seemed no matter 
which one he chose first, he was insulting the other one. He had to admit it 
was an enviable position, but he didn't want to hurt either of their 
feelings. Always keeping a female's ego up was important in order to get the 
best fucking from them. 

"Girls, girls," he grunted, "I can only fuck one of you comfortably, at a 
time. I mean, I could stack one on top of the other and alternate my cock in 
your holes, but neither one of you would really feel much if I did that. So 
let me fuck one, and the other one will only have to wait a few minutes." 

Pat was already falling down on the floor, sliding beneath his kneeling 
figure. She reached out, grabbed the hard cock, gripped it solidly in her 
fingers, and with a deftness born of recent experience, the girl brought the 
flange to the wetly burning gap of her seething pussy. Without warning, she 
arched her back and bucked up fast and hard, slamming her groin against his, 
forcing the massive head to barely probe into her frothing cunt. Her walls 
throbbed hotly. 

"I go first," Pat insisted, smiling. "I have his prick inside me, already," 
Pat crooned triumphantly. She knew Erin was unable to back out, having 
already taken the thousand dollars Pat had paid her. Her hips undulated 
higher, forcing the thick piece of hard meat to force its way even deeper 
into her sucking tunnel. Looking at Erin, she said, "Why not use your mouth 
on David's back, and when he fucks you, I'll do the same thing." 

Vane, with his cock one-third the way inside Pat's bubbling trench, was 
incapable of remaining still. Hell! His meat was already jammed part of the 
way into this girl's hot twat, now was the time to get to work. He was 
certain he'd be able to contain his spunk for Erin's cunt. With a quick, 
fast thrust of his hips, Vane drove his licentiously stiffened prick as far 
into Pat's cunt as possible, once again glorying in the tight way her 
vaginal sheath gripped and sucked him in. There was no stopping him at this 
point. Watching the two females work on each other had really roused him. He 
was fucking in and out of Pat's clutching cunny with a smooth, cadent beat, 
certain his sperm would remain under his control until he was ready to 
ejaculate it in Erin's body. Besides, Pat was one hot little pussy. He was 
certain he'd make the girl come in no time. 

Pat saw the thrills shooting through Vane, and she smiled. 

Fuck away, David, she thought. Fuck to your heart's content. This is it. 
After today, you won't be around to fuck me, or any other woman, ever again. 

The previous night, Michael Fresschlocker had told her what it was all 
about. Vane was defending a Mafia boss in a tax trial. The trial was nip and 
tuck all the way, and though it looked as if the Mafia boss might lose, Vane 
was noted for pulling last-minute stunts to save his client. By keeping Vane 
out of the courtroom, Pat was assuring the imprisoning of Vane's client. And 
though the Mafia Family would have been unable to fault Vane if the case was 
lost, they would surely blame him for losing the case by not showing up. 

Fresschlocker was an attorney who represented the Number Two man in the 
Family. With Vane's client out of the way for the next ten years, his own 
leadership was assured. In order to hide the fact that he had paid someone 
to keep Vane out of the courtroom he'd have to order Vane quietly 
terminated. That way it would appear he was backing up his boss to the 
bitter end. 

"Wait a minute," Erin insisted. "Dave has a great idea. He can fuck the two 
of us at once. Come on, Pat. I want him to pump me, too." 

Through it all, Vane continued pumping his thick dork into the broiling 
center of the girl's seething pussy, and Pat thrilled to the sensations. She 
smiled at Erin and said, "Just how does it really work, honey?" 

"Stop for a moment so I can show you what Dave was talking about." 

Erin's voice was so urgent, Vane, who normally didn't care, decided it might 
be fun to fuck the two of them at the same time, after all. Certainly it 
ought to be fun for him, even if the girls didn't enjoy it quite as much as 
being fucked one at a time. He noticed Erin was already fingering her pussy, 
rubbing her clitoris up and down with violent pressure. 

Vane finally stopped, though Pat wished he had continued. The feeling of a 
thick piece of human meat being pulled out of her flashing cunt without her 
coming was something to which the girl was not used. She writhed on the 
floor, gasping. 

"Cool it, cool it," Vane told her. "I've never fucked two cunts at the same 
time, before. I want to try it." 

"All right," Pat gasped. "How is it done?" 

"Simple," Vane told them. "You, what's your name ... Erin ... you lie down 
on top of Pat, face-up." 

Erin did as Vane instructed, her back against the pointed breast-tips of 
Pat's rounded knobs. She writhed maddeningly, aching to feel some of that 
masculine gristle, too. Both vaginas were wide open, with one directly 
beneath the other. 

Vane had been told about this position, and he had often wanted to try it, 
but this was the first time he was actually doing it. He crawled between the 
widely parted thighs of both females, spreading the two pairs of legs even 
wider. Mere inches separated the two vaginas, and both had their lips spread 
wide, waiting to receive the hotly pulsing length of his steaming cock. 

"See," Patricia, who was lying under Erin, heard him say. "Now I can prong 
the two of you at the same time." 

"Hurry up, hurry up," Erin begged. "I've never felt a cock as long and as 
thick as yours. Come on, stuff it in me, then tug it out and fuck Pat. Come 
on, hurry, hurry." 

"Oh God!" Pat grunted from below. "Hurry up and do it, Dave." 

With an ecstatic willingness born of the erotic spectacle of two 
mind-boggling vaginas, all soft, warm and hair-lined, hungrily waiting for 
his huge, swollen cock, Vane almost exploded. He was going to fuck the two 
of them bow legged. 

Erin gasped as Vane's huge truncheon pressed against her tight vagina, then 
suddenly pushed forward, spreading her tunnel, opening it wider and wider. 
And then the huge cock was moving in, and the young girl, unused to such 
massive breadth, felt all the air whoosh out of her lungs. The girl's inner 
walls clung wetly to the master cylinder inside her. She felt it drive past 
her cervix and strike the back wall of her vaginal container. He pumped it 
in and out a few times, giving the girl's vagina a chance to adjust to his 
thickness, and then he yanked it out and instantly slammed it back into 
Pat's tight pussy. Oddly, Pat, whose cunt was used to his cock, felt more 
tension than Erin. His pubic hairs brushed against Erin's vagina, making the 
girl squirm, and all three of them groaned with delight. 

Pat's arms reached around and grabbed Erin's breasts. She began massaging 
the large mammaries, and Erin rubbed her back all the more firmly against 
Pat's bosom, charging the latter's nipples with excitement. Pat began 
kissing the nape of Erin's neck as the huge penis left her body and plunged 
back into the narrow opening between Erin's thighs. 

Pat was near her climax. She knew she was going to come quickly, but it 
didn't matter because she was capable of having many orgasms. And when 
Vane's throbbing meat sank back into her sucking box, the girl screamed, 
"AAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHGGHH!" 

"Thatta girl," Vane gasped. 

"Keep it in there for a moment," Pat begged. "I'm still coming ... coming 
... COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGUUUUGGGGHHHM!" 

She felt the huge column of flesh remain buried inside her long enough for 
her to feel the full effect of her blasting orgasm, and before he pulled 
out, she came a second time. Oh this was going to be one hell of an 
afternoon. 

Erin felt him tug his cock from the cave under hers, and then his meat sank 
all the way back inside. Now Erin felt him jam the mighty poker into her 
sucking crevice non-stop, slamming her seething snatch again and again and 
again, and then Erin felt her orgasm hit her with a power she had never 
before experienced. 

"YYYYYIIIIIEEEEE YYYYAAAAA GGGG-HHHH!" she screamed, writhing and struggling 
and squirming the entire time. 

Vane had to admit this was the greatest idea; fucking the pair of them at 
once. Now he was ready for his own orgasm. He began firing into Erin's 
frothing pussy, shooting, shooting, shooting, as he shouted a loud, "HHHH 
AAAHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" 

Erin felt the heated flow of spurting spunk splash into her non-stop, and it 
sent another series of rattling chills into her. Her boyfriend had always 
used a rubber and she had never felt semen spurt into her, before. This was 
a fabulous sensation. 

Vane rolled off the two girls, and Erin slid off Pat. The three of them just 
lay there, gasping, laughing. Then, after awhile, Pat leaned over and sucked 
Vane's cock into her mouth, and soon it was hard all over again. 

"Time for the second round," Erin laughed. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"We've got a new tenant moving into the penthouse today," Eric told Pat as 
the two of them stood near her elevator on the ground floor. 

"So quickly?" Pat asked. 

"Yes, well once it was established Mr. Vane wasn't coming back, it was 
thought the best thing to do was to re-rent the apartment as quick as 
possible. Too bad. I was hoping you and I would make use of it, first." 

"Sorry, Eric," she smiled. "You just aren't my type." 

"Your friend, Erin is. We've been making it ever since that day you brought 
her here to keep you company." 

"Eric and Erin? The two of you ought to go into show business," Pat laughed. 

"Maybe we will," Eric smiled. Then his attitude changed as he said, "Here 
comes the new tenant, now." 

Pat looked toward the entrance of the building, and walking in was Michael 
Fresschlocker. He headed directly for her elevator and smiled, saying, 
"Penthouse, please." 

He still looked like a little boy, even in his natty grey suit. Pat stepped 
into the elevator with Fresschlocker right behind her. Once he was facing 
front, she closed the doors and pushed the penthouse button. 

"You did a good job with Vane," Fresschlocker told her. "I hear you didn't 
flinch when you found out he totally disappeared." 

"I wouldn't flinch if I heard you disappeared," she said, smiling at him. 

"Me? I haven't done you any harm. In fact, I did you some good." 

"Well, you're about to do me some more good," Pat told him. "You see, I 
didn't realize it at the time, but Mr. Vane did a terrible thing to me. He 
turned me into a kind of addict. And now that he's gone, I need someone else 
to literally fill in for him." 

"Huh?" Fresschlocker gulped. 

"It's very simple," Pat said, smiling and pushing the OVERRIDE button. 
"Since you're taking Mr. Vane's place in his penthouse, you'll have to take 
over his obligations with me, too. After all, you don't want it known you 
were the one who hired me to keep Mr. Vane busy that afternoon. And if 
you're thinking of making me disappear, I'll tell you right now, more than a 
dozen friends of mine hold copies of signed letters that will be sent to the 
district attorney, the chief of police, the mayor, and the governor ... if 
anything ever happens to me." 

"You trying to blackmail me?" Fresschlocker asked. 

"In a way," she smiled. "In a way." 

Her hand reached out and pulled down Fesschlocker's zipper while her other 
hand undid his belt and hook. When his pants and underpants fell, the girl 
smiled. Michael Fresschlocker might have looked young and sounded girlish, 
but between his thighs he was all man, and Pat intended making-good use of 
that fact. 

"Now," she said, kneeling, "let's see if you taste as good as you look." 


 THE END
