Chapter 9
"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.