"Oh!"
Cindy spun around as the hand touched her ass, the fingers sliding up over the curve of the buttocks, pushing beneath the bunched-up skirt. Her hand flew to her mouth as she saw George Maswitz, the forty-year-old janitor – his mouth hanging open, his eyes gleaming with insane desire.
He was holding the bulge in his pants with his other hand, grinning wildly.
"Zeke! Somebody's there?"
Cindy spun around again as she heard Elsie, and then Zeke cursed.
"Who the fuck is it? Come out, you sneakin' bastard! Come out, where I can get my hands on your Goddamn throat! You cocksucker!"
There was a sudden crash as his pants-tangled ankles sent him sprawling, and then Elsie began to curse. George didn't wait to see what was happening; he grabbed Cindy's wrist and pulled her after him, almost running from the stockroom. They reached the door and moved out into the corridor, Zeke's curses following until they were cut off by the door closing.
"Let… let me go!"
George shook his head violently. "No, no, li'l lady! You ain't goin' no place – you comin' with me!"
The corridor was empty. Cindy tried to loosen the fingers holding her wrist prisoner, but his grip was too strong. Suddenly George began moving again, dragging her around the corner just as Zeke cautiously opened the stockroom door and put his head through. He saw Cindy's disappearing ass, but no more – not enough to recognize her. His pants were back with Elsie; he couldn't follow half-naked.
"Bitch! I find out who you are, and you'll be one sorry cunt!"
Cindy did not hear the threat; George was dragging her along so fast that she could barely keep on her feet. She gasped for breath, thought of calling for help – and then they were pushing through a set of double doors into the service elevator area, and down a slight of stairs and then another, until they were in the building's basement.
"George! Stop! You stop, you hear?"
He did, so suddenly she skidded into him – and his hands wrapped around her, pinning her arms, while his slobbery mouth smacked against her lips.
"Gaggghhh! No, leave me alone…"
"Shit, li'l lady!" George laughed, holding both Cindy's wrists behind her back with just one hand; he used the other to wipe his mouth. "Who you shittin'? You want it, you wanna fuck – I been watchin' you up there. Shit, I was there five minutes an' you didn't even know it!"
"No!" Cindy shook her head, biting her lip. "No, you're wrong! Please, George – please! You… you let me go, and we'll just forget about this! I won't tell…"
"Damn right you won't tell!"
He kissed her again, and now his fat tongue stabbed into her mouth, slammed deep against her throat. My God, the thing was as big as his cock… which was pushing hard against her stomach, swollen large – so damn big that for a minute Cindy thought it was a hammer or some other tool stuck in the front of his pants.
George broke the kiss, and she gasped, crying.
"Please, George! Please, let me go!"
"Uh-uh. You 'n me's gonna have some fun. Now c'mon, I got a nice sofa over here where you can take off all your clothes an' let me see your pretty titties an' your nice big cunt. C'mon with George, now, an' I'll give you what you want, I'll let you have my cock!"
"No!"
She twisted free, turned to run… and he caught her before she had gone three steps.
"Goddamn bitch! Hold still!"
"Please, please! Please, no!"
"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Miss Hotpants!"
His arms wrapped tight around her body, pinning her arms again and lifting up against her tits. He picked her up, carrying her with feet kicking the dozen feet into an area that he had fixed up with discarded furniture from the offices. Cindy was sobbing wildly now, her head throwing from side to side and back as she tried to bang him, do something to make him drop her. But it was useless; suddenly she was on the sofa, her hands released just long enough for him to grab her ankles and jerk her out flat. Then his knee went into the small of Cindy's back while his hands opened the buttons of her blouse, released the snaps of her bra.
"Please! Some-somebody will come, George!"
"Aw, shit, no! Nobody comes down here 'cept I ask 'em. Just stop your cryin', Missy – you're gonna like what I got fer you."
"No! No, I won't, George! Please, please – I'll pay you! I've got some money in my purse, upstairs – let me get it and I'll give you – twenty dollars!"
"I don't want your money."
"What… what do you want?"
He laughed. "Just your sweet pussy!"
Her blouse and her bra were coming off her shoulders, George raising her far enough to slip them off one arm and tug them from the front of her body. Then he released her, Cindy falling heavily to the cracked plastic sofa, her tern stinging her eyes.
"Please, George – I… I've never done it! I've never taken a… man!"
"Shit, you're a virgin?" He laughed. "That's even better, Missy – I ain't never had a cherry. I always wondered what it would be like to pop one."
His knee came off her back, and Cindy heard the rustling of his clothing. Frightened, she turned – and saw him dropping his green work pants, trying to pull them off over his work shoes. He cursed when they tangled, and had to sit on the edge of the couch, fighting the legs back until he could untie the shoes. He finished the job, and stood, still wearing his shirt and baggy cotton socks, his heavy prick pushing out between the tails of his shirt.
Oh, God! It wasn't anywhere near as big as Zeke's – at least, it wasn't as long. But it was fat, much thicker than the stockboy's prick, an inflamed red all over, even the bulging mushroom-shaped head. Cindy stared at the hole in the tip, saw a droplet of clear liquid well up to wink back at her. "Please!" she said, sobbing in a broken voice. "Please, George… let me go! Please!"
"Now that wouldn't at all be a act o' kindness, Missy," said the janitor. If it weren't for the wild stare in his eyes George wouldn't have been at all a bad looking man. His sandy hair was thin, and there was a place on his chin where he had missed with his razor this morning; but except for the knobby rod of his cock, there was no part of him that was really ugly.
And even his cock was… attractive…
Cindy swallowed, closing her eyes. My God, what was the matter with her? The itch was back in her cunt; she could feel the vaginal walls squeezing together, working against each other, working as though the cunt were already filed with the janitor's huge cock…
"Please."
George sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands rubbing up the back of her thighs to slide gently across the soft swelling of her buttocks. Cindy finished the job of turning as his fingers urged her to stretch out on her back, his thumbs working her skirt up to her waist. His hands reached for the mounds of her tits then, rubbing beneath them, bunching them into his fingers. It was a good feeling, the ten strong digits pressing into her flesh…
God! God, she couldn't stand it! She had to do something, had to have something to relieve the intolerable itching in her twat…
She did want him! God, I'm sorry… but I'm going to let him fuck me!
George bent, suddenly sucked one of the nipples into his mouth. Cindy gasped as his teeth nibbled at the outside of the areola, a half-dollar-sized circle that was brown against the white of her tit. His tongue laved the nubbin of the nipple, stabbing it into erection, a blast of fire moving through her like electricity.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Her hands went to the back of his head, her fingers moving through his greasy hair but not noticing the stuff as it coated them.
He began to suck hard against the nipple, his throat working, working, his fingers bunching the tit and shaping it into a cone. Cindy's belly crawled beneath him; he was between her legs, his cock pressed beneath his body where she couldn't feel it.
"Oh, George! George!"
"Yeah, I know, li'l lady." He raised his head, smiling. "Ol' George sure knows how to suck titty, that's what all the gals say. Hol' on while I rub up the other one fer ya, make you feel good all over."
His lips moved to the other breast, his chin digging sharply into the valley as he swung his head around. Cindy sighed with total pleasure as she felt his tongue move out, felt his saliva against the flesh of her tit. He nipped the nipple between his teeth, grinding them together until she gasped at the pain – but her hands pressed his head tighter against her tits.
"Oh, suck, George! Suck!"
"Ummmmm! Slrrrpppll!"
His lips moved down suddenly, wetting her belly, trying for her navel, to be stopped by the bunched skirt. He raised his head, wiping his mouth, Cindy feeling the patch of beard against the soft flesh of her stomach.
"Shit, take that damn thing off, will ya?"
Hardly knowing what she was doing, she moved quickly to obey, her fingers finding the button, then working the zipper down. She raised her hips, drawing up her knees, and George dragged the skirt over her legs, raising up to give her another look at the wonderful cock-stick jutting out from his groin. It was wetter than ever and a flaming red that inflamed her senses. He brought his face down again, his ass sticking up in the air.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The tongue moved quickly into her belly button, but did not stay there for more than a second. His face continued to move against her belly, his lips and tongue writhing against her groin, but he was working his way down… down coming close!
"Ohhhhhhh, God!"
George's tongue slurped across her mound, moving through the pubic patch and spreading the vulva. Cindy brought her knees up against the sides of his head as he turned around, raised one leg over her body, his prick sticking down against her belly. He backed up, Cindy staring straight into his asshole, the hairy buttocks disgusting as his cock dragged between her tits… and then the touch of his sex was firing her, firing her, firing…
"Oh, God! George! Suck… my… pussy!"
"Yeah, Missy, that's what I figgered on doin'," He lowered his head between her legs, his nose pushing through the crack of her mound until his tongue could reach in, past the outer lips, through the inner lips, digging deep, writhing against the thrusting, crawling cuntal walls.
Cindy gasped: "OH, JESUSSSS!"
His tongue moved deep into her pussy, slurping around gleefully, digging toward the entrance of her womb as his thumbs forced her legs apart, held the hairy slit wide open. Cindy drew her knees up until she could spread her thighs even wider, willing him to dig his tongue farther, to put his whole Goddamn head in there. My God, she could feel his teeth against her inner wall, his tongue fucking her so deep that she scarcely noticed when his cock banged against her face.
"Qhhhhhh, suck! Suck suck suck…"
He responded to her moans by twisting his mouth around, his lips pushed as far into her cunt as he could force them. Then he captured her clit, pushing it first with her tongue then sucking it between her teeth, finally capturing it into his tearing teeth.
"Owwwwww! Oh, Christ almighty!"
"What? I can't hear you?"
He raised his head, his chin and face waked with her juices, to look back at her.
"Suck my pecker, Missy!"
"Oh!" Cindy realized that her hand was holding the thing; she looked at it, felt its wet head against her palm. "Oh, no – I couldn't! I can't!"
"Shit! You can suck just as good as I can. Now Goddamn it, suck! Or you'll wish you had!" … what was he threatening to do? Cindy shuddered, afraid to know. Her stomach churned as she looked at the huge prick in her hand; it was trying to force itself forward, George twitching and working his asshole to make it jump. He dug his fingers into the mound of her cunt – sharply; Cindy jumped.
"Suck! Goddamn it, I'm good enough to suck your cunt, you can take my prick!"
He moved back against her face, his cock pushing over her chin, riding against her lips as his asscheeks lowered nearly to her eyes. Cindy shut them, but she could smell his male crotch stink, strong enough to make her sick. Then he sat on her face, and she could feel his asshole twitching against her eyes. His balls pressed against her nose, sagging down on either side as he lowered his weight, and his prick was now cutting off the air to her nostrils.
"Please!" she gasped, trying to twist away. But his legs held her tight, held her prisoner.
"Suck!"
Cindy sniffled, reached up to hold the throbbing cock as George raised his ass again. His balls hung low against her nose, her eyes out of focus as she peered around them at the knobby shape of the thing. It was the first time she had ever seen a cock so close; even in pictures they didn't look anything like this. God, there was so much hair around his balls and around the bottom of his shaft!
"Suck, damn it!" he cried.
The cock was not at all the straight flesh-stick Cindy had imagined it would be. There was a heavy vein pulsing on the bottom of the shaft, blue against the reddened skin. The head of it was larger than the shaft, but far enough away from her perspective that it seemed smaller. George was uncircumcised, a thin flip of skin holding the foreskin to the glans where the two connected. The foreskin was working all the way back now, the glans forced downward by the pressure.
He moved back over her face, his cock and balls riding back until his testicles rested against her eyes for a moment, blinding her. Then he raised his ass into the air, the long red prick probing down against her lips.
"Suck my cock, Missy! Suck it, or I'll shove it so far down your throat you'll wish you had!"
"I'm not Linda Lovelace!" she cried.
"You better learn how to be, right quick!"
The throbbing cockhead probed again, and Cindy let her lips open to it. The first taste was strong, almost acrid, the drop in the opening almost like pin. But it quickly vanished as the cock moved through her teeth, probing against the back of her throat. Very quickly half of it was in, spreading her teeth, hurting her jaws.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah! Shit! That's niiiiice…"
George lowered himself to her groin again as he continued to work his cock within Cindy's lips, his tongue returning to the entrance of her cunt. His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands reaching beneath her body to spread the checks of her buttocks, fingers spreading the backs of her thighs to force the bottom of her cunt even wider. He slurped and dug into the slit, plastering his lips tight against the cunt as his tongue continued to work deeper, deeper. Cindy wanted to cry out her pleasure…
But his cock was in her mouth, throbbing, the vein beating heavily as his heart pumped faster, the blood flooding from the rest of his body into his cock. Cindy knew she was erecting as well, every part of her sexual body aching and burning as her vulva stiffened, as her nipples throbbed. She let her hands drop from George's ass to shape her tits as they were crushed beneath hi belly, the nipples pushed out to where she could capture them, twist them, pinch them each time she felt the corresponding stab of lust move through her groin, felt his cock throb and work against the back of her throat.
Oh, Jesus Jesus Jesus! He was so big – yet the terrible taste of his cock had vanished, washed away in the coating of her own saliva as she sucked against his cock. It was no longer so terrible, such a frightening thing; it seemed only natural that it should be in her mouth… would feel even better stabbing into her cunt! She wanted it, she needed it, she had to have it!
Oh, fuck!
But she couldn't cry out; her words were cut off by the janitor's cock as George writhed against her, his tongue stabbing deep into her twat, his belly rotating against her tits, his cock pushing, pushing, pushing…
Cindy sucked against him, sucked with all her strength, one hand leaving her nipple to slide over his thigh again, move back up to his ass where it was joined by the other as she tried to pull him down farther, tried to pull his cock deeper into her mouth. George felt the movement of her hands and snorted air through his nostrils and against the bottom of her dint, his mouth too busy to let him laugh. She was sucking hard, was moving more of his cock into her hungry jaws, trying to take more, trying to take every last wonderful hard hot inch… His ass slammed down and the cockhead pushed past her uvula, pushed into the esophagus, working against her throat from the inside. He was in! She had every Goddamn inch of his cock! She was sucking him down, her nails raking against the backs of his thighs, against his ass as she sucked against his cock. He was flung her, filling her completely, thrusting deep into her as he fucked, slamming down. He felt her belly heave up, felt her slam her own ass up against his face as his cock moved deep within her throat.
"Garggghhhlll! Fwaggmmmm! Fwagh!"
Her cry was nonsense, but he understood the meaning of the sounds: she had his cock, she wanted more! She wanted him to fuck!
"Yeah!" he gasped, raising his face from her cunt. "Yeah, li'l lady, you got it! You got my prick, so suck nice – suck nice and in just a few more minutes I'll give you just what you want! I'll fuck you! So suck!"
His face dove into her cunt again, his hands worming around her ass, one finger finding the brown ring of her asshole and pushing through. Cindy tried to gasp when the first joint of the finger popped inside, but she could barely breathe against the filling shape of his wonderful cock. She sucked down again as George sent his tongue deep through her cuntal walls, slurping up the juices as she exploded in a series of painful yet pleasurable climaxes. Now he had her clit again, was biting it, twisting it around in his teeth, Cindy throwing herself up each time he bit down, sucking harder, harder against the plug of his cock.
The finger in her ass stabbed – was in deeper, twisting around, rubbing against the tongue as the other probing organ moved deep within her cunt. Oh God! My God! She… couldn't… take it! She… couldn't… stand it! Much more… and she'd… scream!
Fire blasted across her body as she continued to cum, as she continued to explode, as her body responded to the wonderful sensations stabbing from the end of his hot, throbbing, thrusting tongue, from the talented finger as it twisted, rotated, twirled around inside her rectum. Jesus, how could this much sensation be possible? Was this what fucking was all about? Goddamn her, why had she waited so long to experience this for herself? All the years she had wasted, all the cocks she had refused.
George's lips came away, his tongue moving back into his mouth as he came up for air, Cindy's cunt walls trying to follow the damn thing, trying to turn inside out as the fire coursed through the endless reaches of her body, as the juices flooded the couch, running back beneath her ass. He raised himself on stiff arms, hands flat against the cracked upholstery, his groin slammed down against her face, his balls cutting off the breath in her nostrils again. He held himself deathly still, but every muscle, every nerve ending in his body was quivering.
"Oh, shit! Shit! I'm…cummminnngggg!"
Cindy's teeth pressed against the balloon of his swollen cockflesh, knew that something was happening, waited in unbearable tension…
He exploded! The cum blasted into her throat, ran straight into her belly without giving her a chance to taste it. He thrust again, fucking as his balls bumped and pumped, pushing his cock against her. She choked against the spending, tried to twist free; his cock came out of her throat, held in her mouth as the third blast of white stuff coated her tongue and she tasted his acrid man-taste…
"Ohhhhhhhh, Jesus! Jesus!"
George collapsed, falling beside her and nearly pushing her onto the floor. His hand fell across Cindy's…
"There, damn you!" she cried. "Now finish what you started – fuck me!"
They raised heads together until their eyes met…
And the telephone mug.