Chapter 5

Roger's apartment was on the second floor in the back where his living room window overlooked a small rose garden in the middle of the concrete stone maze of apartment buildings and garages. It was the only apartment with such a view, blessed in its solitudinous location and free of traffic noise. Best of all, it had an exceptionally large living room, good for entertaining and business combined.

Tonight, though, he didn't need the rose garden. Tonight was that certain lucky moment every man dreams of but seldom finds. Christ, what a girl, what a hell of a woman!

"Mmmmm... that's nice, honey, nice and deep," came the hoarse whisper through the darkness. Sandy's levis, blouse and underclothes were strewn haphazardly on the floor beside the couch, and her long trim legs were cocked back at a forty-five degree angle, flattened back hard against her chest, smashing the firmly swelling mounds of her young breasts beneath her own thighs.

Roger was half on his knees and half arched off the sofa, supported on his feet and palms, his long pulsating hard cock buried deep in the dark-haired girl's belly, stretching apart the warm hungry lips of her cunt as he flexed the head of his huge fleshy length far up in her womb.

'Oh, yes, yes," she moaned, "God, you feel so good inside of me!"

He smiled a little to himself and tightened his loins, jerking the heatedly bulging head of his cock deep up inside the hot moistness of her cunt, bringing a grateful moan to her ovalled lips. He flexed the rigidly throbbing thickness again and the young girl gasped in pleasure as the enormous instrument probed the previously untried depths of her cuntal passage, far up inside her belly. Other shrill cries escaped her lips as the powerful landlord began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis and her hotly seeping cuntal cavern gradually became accustomed to this thick invading prick stretching her to the limit. He pushed his pelvis tight against her upturned, wetly-glistening pussy and ground his cock deeply into her, expanding the still-quivering walls until her moistly warm pussy fit his massive cock as though it had been a custom-made glove.

Roger reached past the nakedly writhing body of the black haired girl and yanked at the cords of the draperies, pulling them further apart so that the room was bathed in a fine glow of moonlight over the rose garden that outlined each one of the warm, smoothly gleaming curves. The naked girl's translucent skin glowed like an ivory statue of a goddess and her softly fleshed breasts were two alabaster mounds, capped with a little brown nipples, hard and throbbing, as Roger thrust his long, hard manhood deep into the hungrily clasping sheath up between her wide-spread legs. Sandy's eyes were closed, her teeth tightly clenched, and her face distorted from the delicious torment of his rigidly thick organ in her eager young cunt.

Afraid to believe his eyes, the landlord ran his sweating palms over the girl's naked flesh, rubbing lewdly the moonshaped firm cheeks of her supple buttocks as his fingers delicately probed the hair-lined cuntal lips tightly clamped around his impaling cock. His fingertip flicked tentatively at her tightly puckered little anus as his hand eased between their sweat-soaked bodies; his finger pressed painfully against the opening, then suddenly popped through the tiny nether ring and wormed deeply up into the soft rubbery flesh inside her rectum. It moved around, expanding the small hole until the palm of his hand lay flattened against her yielding ass-cheeks, his whole middle finger sunk all the way up inside the forbidden little tunnel.

Roger simply couldn't believe his luck. This was just too much for any man! Just an hour ago, he'd been sitting quietly, sipping his bourbon and water, cautiously laying out the details of his plan for those two girls up on the thirteenth floor... and now this! Damn, he'd had his share of women, but never a hot little bitch like this one. Christ, she'd practically torn his pants off trying to get at his cock, licking it, nibbling at it as though it were food and she'd been starving for a week! And now, hell, she was hotter than a firecracker on the fourth of July.

He began a hard rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Sandy's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from his arched backstroke and battering her writhing body back hard against the sofa cushions, all the while continuing the relentless plundering of her anus with his rigid finger, slowly pistoning it in rhythm with long, skewering thrust of his lust-distended cock, bringing loud sobbing gasps from her half-opened lips in time with agonizing tempo of his finger and his cock fucking her at once. He could feel the hardness of his cock through the thin fleshy membrane between her cuntal and anal channel as he rammed into her again and again; his finger, plundering her hopelessly stretched little asshole, rubbed along the whole throbbing length of his prick as it wetly slithered deep into her cunt.

Sandy was enjoying every delicious second of it -- through a series of unusual circumstances, she'd been without a man for two days now, and nothing on earth could have felt better than this, the blood-boiling ecstasy of a long, hard male cock fucked deep into her craving young belly. That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger it was, the better. Being fucked by a man like this was always brought out those suppressed masochistic urges she kept hidden in everyday life and lying flat on her back like this, absolutely naked and helpless, she could let those shameful desires and passions run rampant through her writhing body, could pull her knees back tight against her breasts and savor wondrously the deep, burrowing thrusts of a man's cock far up inside her moistly heated cuntal passage. Roger was very well- hung, and she liked that most of all in a man, and now, nothing else mattered!...

One floor above, someone was thinking identical thoughts. Margaret Sorenson plumped up her feather pillow for the fourth time that night and peeled up the afghan that sat folded at the foot of her man-empty bed. Already she'd taken one Sominex, and it had done nothing but depress her and make her feet tingle with a strange, drugged sensation. And it was late, the clock warned, as she finally sat up in bed and flicked on the night lamp beside her bed, standing next to the photograph of Sandor.

With a groan of self-loathing, she lovingly picked up the metal framed photograph of her deceased husband. He stood on a pier, a huge oceanliner behind him; it was taken in 1968 when she and Sandor got off the boat to face their destiny in America. How happy and vibrant he looked! Margaret blinked back the tears, bit into her lip and put it back to its bedside grave.

What would dear, wonderful Sandor think if he knew that at that very moment she lay in bed lonely and anguished... for the want of another man! A man who had given her his love with promises for more, and then carefully avoided her.

She wailed, covering her face with her hands, a wave of remorse washing over her as she struggled to keep from going to Roger's door and pounding angry fists against it. Where was the love she needed so badly? She'd done everything she could to please him -- cooked for him, cleaned for him, and... and oh my God, he realized she'd done that too. She'd had oral love with him.

No! Her Swedish pride screamed a shaking finger at her. She couldn't go down there and embarrass herself in front of him. But damn! Roger was all she had now, and she couldn't stand to lose him too. Instead, she would take another sleeping pill, count sheep, and cry herself to sleep. But never, never would she humiliate herself in front of him.

The pill sipped easily down her throat and she turned off the lights...

One floor below, Sandy's hips were moving with a savage rhythm now, grinding up against her landlord's hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the dual pace of his cock and finger ravaging both hot hungry holes down there between her quivering legs.

"Yes, yes, Goddamn it yes! Fuck me, oh, shit, yes. Fuck me, darling!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Roger's pelvis, knocking the sofa cushions askew in her mindless passion.

The wanton young girl opened her eyes... she could see the clear unmistakable silhouette of a man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly, looking down between her upturned thighs and saw the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her wildly quivering cunt. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, driving the thick gleaming pole up into the hot wetness of her tightly clasping tunnel. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in fact, it almost seemed right... she needed a man, any man, his face was of no importance. What she needed -- what she yearned for -- was buried deliciously now up between her smooth bare thighs.

The ecstasy soon reached a bone-shattering peak. "Oh, God, yes, don't stop! Fuck me like this forever, baby! Don't stop! Yes, oh yes, fuck me!" She grunted her words into the chill darkness, grinding her naked young ass up against him faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of hot flesh that was skewering her like a heavy hunk of meat, pounding its long way deeper and deeper up into her belly with a frantic, animal tempo.

It was impossible to keep up the heated pace any longer; she felt too goddamned good. Roger could not hold back another second, and he took one lustful look at the abandonedly writhing young brunette pinned helplessly beneath the weight of his body and began fast, pushing thrusts that buried his powerfully pulsating prick right up to the pubic hairs on his pelvis with each and every deep, skewering lunge. Faster and faster he pounded, far up into her hot raging little belly, every muscle tensed, sweat dripping from his chest and thighs, faster, harder, deeper...

"No, no, please! Wait! Please wait just a little longer... !" Sandy cried, as she realized he was about to cum. But it was too late, for Roger's lips parted and a long low groan of relief escaped as his sperm-swollen balls heatedly pumped spurt after spurt of white hot cum deep into her quivering cunt. The brunette girl ground her frantically writhing loins up tightly against his pelvis in a futile attempt to halt the warm flow, but she was betrayed by her own eager cunt which hungrily milked his jerking cock, until every last drop of his viscous load was sloshing deep up inside her passion distended womb.

Roger pulled himself off the still squirming girl, his cock slithering wetly from her heated depths as the thickly bearded pink lips of her cunt reluctantly released their prize. A thin string of white stickiness hung momentarily from the tip of his limply dangling cock before it fell onto her smooth unblemished thighs.

Sandy lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could considering the sexual turmoil churning in her loins, as Roger stretched out beside her, his prick lying uselessly between his wide-spread thighs. Her full young breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath to fill her passion-emptied lungs and still the flames of undiluted passion raging uncontrollably in her cunt -- a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still painfully awaited relief. Without any conscious effort, as if in a dream and she was alone with no one to witness her shamefulness, her own hands began to ease slowly along the flat expanse of her belly, drawn as if by magic to the fluffy little vee between her thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the puffy hot lips of her wetly hungry crevice, and a jolt of excitement shot through her torso as she began caressing the incredibly sensitive folds. One outstretched slender finger slipped inside the sperm soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the softly moist walls close involuntarily around the invader, hungrily gasping at anything to fill the painful void.

She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move ever so slightly; and she saw Roger kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his long penis clutched between the clenched fingers of his left hand like some menacing weapon at the ready. Above her like that in the nearly blackened room, he towered over her like some medieval giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his rubbery cock, and he watched her, pleased with himself, as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy pole dangling from his wet, hair-covered loins. As she stared, mesmerized, it began to swell, only a little at first, in a tiny quivering crawl, then more, in pulsating movements of new growth as the momentum of desire grew stronger within him.

"You don't have to play with yourself, baby. I've got all the cock you can handle," he lewdly grinned. "Now turn over like a good little girl, and I'll show you what I mean..."

Sandy rolled over obediently on the couch, smearing the sticky trail of sperm from her thighs onto the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, waiting for him to tell her what to do; she knew men like to give the orders, and she didn't mind obeying, particularly if it meant another taste of that magnificent penis. Anyway, she'd always liked it dog-fashion from behind; on her knees the penetration seemed even deeper, and that was perfect as far as she was concerned...

Twenty minutes had passed in that lonely, rucked up bed with only Margaret's mature body messing it up with tossing and turning. Her mind was like a movie camera, clicking off mental images of herself with Roger last night. Oh, what she wouldn't give for an instant replay of that wonderful, wonderful cock of his in her hungry mouth. It had felt so good. She'd give anything to have it there right now!