Chapter 7
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.