Chapter 2
"How do we get out of here?" Randy asked, gently disengaging her hand from his prick.
"Why bother getting out?" she asked lazily. "I like it here."
He laughed and she felt a surge of lust again. It seldom happened this way. After the kind of lovemaking they had just enjoyed, she usually didn't feel like balling again for at least an hour. Her pussy still sang a song of joy from the friction, from the erotic feel of cock rubbing fast over aroused cunt-wall. But it wasn't that way this time.
She wanted him again. Right now. And it wasn't because she wasn't satisfied. He lit hidden fires inside the young girl that hardly ever saw the light of day.
"I like it here-with you," he said. "But the power's been out for almost a half-hour."
"That long!" she exclaimed. She managed to pull herself up into a sitting position. The elevator didn't provide much room for maneuvering around. She fastened her dress and managed to stand, her legs still weak and rubbery from the fucking.
"Something really lousy might have happened. We might be trapped here for a long time if we don't do something on our own."
She edged closer to him and gripped his cock. Squeezing firmly, she began stroking along the limp length. "I can think of all sorts of things to do."
"Ummm, yeah, I just bet you can. But what if the building's on fire? What if the elevator suddenly decides to drop us all the way to the basement?"
"If there'd been a fire, we would have coasted down. But I don't know what this damned thing will do." She looked nervously about her, as if seeing the elevator for the first time. "Damn thing always gave me claustrophobia. I got out of it as fast as I could before."
"I won't let anything happen to you," he said. It sounded corny but Amber believed him. If any man could do anything in this circumstance, it would be Randy. She didn't know why she felt that way. She just did.
"If you'll let go of my prick-as much as I like the feel of your warm hand on it-I'll try to get through the top of the elevator."
"The top?" she asked, reluctantly letting his prick swing free in front of his groin. The tiny drop of come beading the tip of his pecker was so damned attractive she wanted to drop to her knees and suck it off. She wanted to suck on that prick until it was nice and stiff and then spewed out gallons and gallons more of come into her mouth.
But getting out of the elevator did seem like a safer proposition, for the moment. Afterward...
"A trap door. Always up there to let people out who are unfortunate enough to get trapped."
"You think we're unfortunate? After screwing like that?" she teased. She felt a growing nervousness and the light banter helped her keep from screaming in outright panic. She was glad a man so together was with her. Randy didn't seem the least bit panicked by the prospect of plunging fifty stories down the elevator shaft.
"There's always the bad with the good, it seems," he said. "Ah, there. Got the son-of-a-bitch loose." He shoved hard and the roof fell away with a loud clatter. A shower of dust and dead insects came down, momentarily choking them. They laughed and he quickly-lightly, jumped up and took hold of the edge of the trap door. With a smoothly coordinated effort, he pulled himself through the dark rectangle.
"Help me up!" she called. "I don't want to be left here!"
A strong hand came down and she was soon on the top of the elevator car with Randy. He went to the wall and forced open one of the doors that led out onto a floor. Amber tried to remember where the elevator had been. That was around the thirty-fifth floor. As soon as Randy helped her onto the solid floor, she checked. She had missed it by two floors. This was the thirty-seventh.
"Jesus," she said, "this place is spooky without any lights and nobody around."
She felt him take her hand and squeeze gently. She squeezed back, wondering if his prick might be ready for another bout of screwing. The idea of being alone in the deserted building didn't thrill her, but she couldn't think of any better way of spending her time here than by fucking a stud like Randy.
"Let's explore. I want to see if the entire city is out or if it's just this building."
They silently walked down the hall until they came to a window looking out over the city. For a moment, Amber thought a heavy smog had descended, blotting out the lights. Then she realized that there weren't any lights. The power blackout affected everyone as far as she could see.
"Damn, what do we do?" she asked, moving closer and rubbing her body against Randy's.
"I can think of one thing right now. Why don't we.. . wait! Listen. Hear that?"
A soft sound of a trapped animal came from nearby. Amber listened hard and finally said, "It's coming from one of the other elevators. And it's someone crying."
It took only a few seconds to pry open the doors. Randy dropped to the roof of another elevator and pulled off the escape panel. Inside a girl huddled in the corner, crying. The man dropped into the elevator and helped her up. The girl was good-looking, blonde and trim and scared shitless. She cringed as his hands closed around her waist as he boosted her up and out of the elevator.
"Take care of her, Amber," he called up. "I'll check on the other elevators to see if anyone's in them."
"Okay," she called back. She put her arm around the other girl's trembling shoulders and hugged her tight. To the blonde, she softly, said, "It's okay. Everything's fine now. Calm down."
"I'm s-s-sorry," the blond girl sobbed. "I'm not used to things like this happening. God, was I frightened in there! I thought I was going to die."
"The entire city's power is out. We're going to have to stay here until we get some electricity back on. Hey, hey, cool it!"
The blonde clutched frantically at Amber and almost pulled her down to her knees. The girl buried her face between Amber's ample tits. The redhead could feel the hot, salty tears tickling as they ran into the deep canyon between her tits.
"There, there," she soothed. Never had she felt more protective of anyone. The girl was about the same age, perhaps a year or two younger. And yet it was Amber who was in control of the situation. Her hands stroked and petted and soothed the blonde.
"What's your name?" asked the blonde.
"Amber. And I'll take good care of you."
"I'm S-Susan. Susan Hansen. And thank you!"
For a moment, they looked into each other's eyes. Vivid green eyes stared down just a bit into the polar-blue ones, now turned red from all the crying. Amber didn't know who started it, but they both ended up crushing their lips together in a long, heartfelt kiss. It communicated loneliness and fear and frustration-and desire.
She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was aroused by the blond girl. She thought it was nothing more than a carryover of horniness from her fucking with Randy. Then Amber had to admit to herself it was a lot more. She felt real desire for the other girl.
Her hands-the hands that had soothed, now worked to arouse. It didn't take much. She slid her hands up under the thin blouse the girl wore. With clever, adept motions, she had the girl's bra unhooked so she could cup the luscious mounds of tit in her hands. She pressed her palms down firmly and felt the girl's nipples begin to swell and pulse hot and hard.
"Th-that's so nice," the blond girl sighed, pressing her chest forward so that her ample boobs filled Amber's hands. She continued to squeeze and knead the doughy mounds until the girl was sobbing with desire.
Amber never quite knew what happened then. She felt her own dress being undone and her tits spilling out. The girl hungrily buried her mouth in the canyon between the rising cones of breast. Amber sucked in her breath when she felt the rough, wet scourage of tongue run from the top of that valley all the way down to the bottom. And then the girl's mouth slowly spiraled up the slope until she came to the cherry-red cap of nipple.
"Go on, dear," Amber urged. "Stuff it into your mouth and suck. It feels so goooooood!"
And it did. She sighed and felt the weakness assail her entire body. This was the way it usually felt when a man made love to her. But this was no man she was so anxiously awaiting. It was another woman.
The sheer perversity of having another woman make love to her sent tiny jolts of sexual thrill through her entire body. It was kinky! And she loved it!
Susan's mouth seemed to know all the right things to do to her boobs. Her tongue rolled the tiny pebble of nipple around before velvet-soft lips sucked it in. The feel of the lips against the sides of the rock-hard nubbin almost caused Amber to come. She sank down to the floor of the room and shoved her tit forcefully into the girl's face. The girl opened her lips just enough to take the entire tip of breast. She sucked on that tit for all she was worth.
Amber groaned as the hardness of teeth scored her tender flesh. She knew it would leave ugly red marks on her snow-white flesh. But it felt so damned good!
She knew she couldn't take much more. Her pussy was overflowing with need. The fucking in the elevator with Randy had turned her on more than she cared to admit. Amber didn't wantonly screw like that-not usually. But the situation was unique. The entire city was blacked out. It was as if her morals had been turned off with the electricity. There was a desperate urge deep in her gut that needed a sexual response.
She had enjoyed fucking Randy. But it hadn't completely sated her. This girl's tongue up her pussy might be just the thing she needed to do the trick.
Swiveling around, her ass forming the fulcrum of the motion, she managed to arrange their bodies so that her pussy was just inches away from Susan's anxious mouth.
"Go on, Susan. You're a woman. You know all the things that turn you on. They turn me on, too. Eat my cunt!"
The words burned on her lips. She would have been horrified to say a thing like that just a few hours earlier. Amber didn't understand the sexual needs that rampaged through her body now. The lights going out seemed to make it all right. She could do anything she wanted under the cover of darkness.
Susan seemed to feel the same way. The girl's lower lip trembled a bit and then she said, "Only if you eat me out, too!"
More rearranging of their bodies and soon they were nakedly locked into the classic position. Susan's tongue slithered up and down the entire length of her gash. Amber shuddered every time the tongue lightly flicked against the erect and throbbingly alive clitoris. She sobbed and moaned and rested her hands on the blonde's rump. Pulling the entire body toward her, she managed to get her mouth firmly planted on the corn silk-fine rimmed pussy.
Her tongue began giving lick for lick. She felt Susan's body tense as her tongue slipped between the turgid, blue-tinged cunt-lips and into the deep well of her sex. Her tongue swirled around inside her cunt like a berserk tornado. She loved it when a man did this to her. Amber knew she always came alive and turned into a tiger.
It worked the same way for the younger girl.
The blonde struggled and thrashed about, then screamed out her lust as she came. Amber held on for dear life and, when the whirling winds or orgasm had abated in the blonde's body, she called out, "Suck on my pussy, dammit! I need your mouth love as much as you need mine!"
She felt a wracking shudder pass the entire length of her body. The girl's tongue had found her clit. The rough, pink tongue teased the clit up and out of its sheath of protective flesh. She seemed to be a magician and was performing magic on the tiny, pea-sized organ. Every single thing she did pushed Amber's arousal up another notch.
The girl's hot breath gusted past the sensitive little spire of clit and turned her on in a big way. But there was so much more the girl did. Her tongue lightly brushed across just the tip. The electric surge volting into her belly told Amber that a come wasn't far away. Her pussy was already convulsing, gripping down and trying to find the cock that was supposed to be fucking her.
There wasn't one. But it didn't matter. She came anyway. Her entire body arched as she allowed the huge waves of her orgasm to smash against the shores of her mind. And when she was positive that there wasn't a single ounce of desire left in her, the girl's tongue coaxed more out. She came again.
After that, it was a mutual give-and-take.
She thrust her tongue in and out of Susan's pussy as fast and hard as she could. As Amber tongue-fucked the girl, Susan managed to run her tongue back along the sensitive edges of her cunt-lips. The feathery light touch was more than enough to drive her out of her mind with lust again. She came and came and came-and somehow managed to keep her tongue firmly lodged inside the blond girl's pussy.
The thick flow of fuck-juices assaulted her tongue. She felt her tongue coating with the salty, tangy sauces of a woman fully aroused. This was the first time Amber had ever tasted another woman's frothy love-juice. She hadn't thought she would ever like it.
She loved it.
She couldn't get enough. She eagerly, hungrily, slurped and lapped at Susan's pussy. Her tongue drove mercilessly into the tight tunnel and then stirred around inside.
"Oh, ohhhhh!" sobbed the blonde. "I need it soooooo!"
And Amber surprised herself by finding out she needed exactly the same things she was giving the younger girl. And she got it. As soon as Susan's come had died down, she got all of it and more.
The tongue touched all the right places.
Her clit. A quick surge down the side of one of her throbbing cunt-lips. A swift plunge into the depths of her steamy cunt. Back out and along the perineum to her ass-hole. A light brush across the anus, teasing, promising more. A sudden surge and the tongue all the way up her ass-hole.
She came. She came hard. And the tongue fucking of her ass-hole was continuing. She thrashed and moaned and begged for the other girl to stop. The tongue wormed its way deeper up her ass, lighting forbidden fires.
Not only was she getting her ass eaten out by the girl, she was still licking the wanton pussy spread in front of her face. Amber could hardly handle the impact of this lesbian love-making.
But it didn't matter. Who cared? The lights had gone out. No one could blame them for what they were doing. This wasn't like they were out looting and burning. They were only enjoying themselves.
Enjoying themselves in kinky, perverted coupling. Amber's conscious mind tried to stop her but her body, her emotions, her needs, drove her on. By the time she had finished eating out the other girl's cunt-and getting her own beautifully eaten in return-she was exhausted. It seemed perfectly natural to curl up, arms around Susan, pulling her tits in close to her own naked tits. In this position, they both slept.