Chapter 8
"Urnmmm," Amber sighed. "Your mouth moving all over my pussy is sooooo good I don't know how I've stood it before now."
"I suppose you chicks have ways of getting off."
"You mean like guys jack off?"
"Sure. How do you do it? I've always sort of wondered how you get your jollies when there's no real stud like me around." Randy leaned back on the sofa in the office and peered at Amber's naked form through the gloom. His hand fiddled with one of her nipples. It was still pulsing hard and lustily. He wanted to keep it that way. He knew that he might get lucky and regain his boner any time now. The way his groin was throbbing, it might be any second.
She did that to him. In a hurry. It seemed almost like a miracle and he wasn't going to sit and try to analyze the effect Amber had. He just chalked it all up to pure, undiluted, percent sex appeal.
"Well," she said slowly, "I never told anyone before. And I mean no one, not even my best friend-and I tell her everything."
"I hope I'm more than your best friend."
She snuggled closer and said, "Yeah, a lot more. So, okay, guy, I usually go into the bathroom.. . "
"And pick up a copy of Pumping Iron and masturbate," he finished for her.
"Silly," she said, giving his prick a little boxing with her fingers. "I don't grab any old magazine. That's for you guys. I go into the bathroom and get the water running out of the faucet into the tub. Just the right temperature. Wouldn't do to have it too hot."
"Right," he agreed, wondering where this was leading.
"And then, when everything is just perfect, I get into the tub and put my legs up the walls on either side of the faucet. I let the water run all over my snatch. Only takes a few seconds for my clit to really get with it. The water is so sensuous. It excites me like you can't believe."
"I can believe. You get excited in a hurry with me."
"With you," she sighed. "And when I have my cunt under the water. I let it run and it only takes a couple minutes for me to get off. And then I try to think really sexy thoughts. About making it with millionaires and movie stars and just about any guy I think of as being worth taking to bed. That and the water might get my rocks off a couple dozen times inside a half-hour."
"A couple dozen times?" he whistled. "Jesus Christ, I wish I could do that."
"So do I," she sighed, feeling his limp pecker. "So do I!"
"Bitch! How dare you remind me of my lack!"
"Lack? After you balled me a half-dozen times."
"It was only five!"
"Ha!" She grabbed for his balls and missed, falling heavily to the floor. But Amber came to her knees and quickly kissed his cock, saying, "The kissing bandit strikes again! Bet you can't catch me!"
She dashed from the room, Randy following. They played their little hide and seek games all up and down the deserted hallway. They heard the obviously erotic noises coming from one of the offices. They figured the others marooned in the skyscraper were inside the room having fun with each other. They didn't feel like sharing everything they had going-not yet, at any rate.
"Gotcha!" cried Randy, tackling Amber. They went down and she managed to wiggle her way into one of the other offices.
"Not yet! You have to claim your prize!"
"Why not? I'm a hero and I should be allowed to claim anything I want. And what I see is what I want. More than anything else in the world." His arms went around her slim waist and he pulled her close. He felt the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest and he knew that this was going to be another hell of a fine fucking.
The kiss lengthened and then they both broke it off when they heard the soft sobs. They looked at each other and then guiltily separated, as if they were teenagers caught necking by irate parents.
"Who's that?" demanded Randy. "Who is it?"
"God, Randy, look! It's Susan. The girl in the elevator. Susan darling," said Amber, kneeling down beside the girl, "what's wrong?"
"Shit, Amber, look at her. She's tied up. Some clown's tied her hands behind her back with a belt." He quickly unfastened it and the blond girl cringed, cradling her head in the warm circle of Amber's arms.
"He r-r-raped me!" the blonde girl finally blurted. "I didn't see who it was and he came in and tied me up and held me out the window and he r-r-raped me!"
"Shit," was all Randy said.
"Who was it, Susan?" asked Amber. "Tell us who it was." She glanced up at Randy and quickly added, "Randy is a friend of mine. You can trust him just as you trusted me. We're going to find out who did this to you and make them pay for it. Now, Susan, who did it?"
"I don't know. I don't know! I couldn't see him in the dark. After you and I m-m-made it, I tried to sleep a little and couldn't. He came in and then he attacked me. He slapped me around and then he tied me up and dangled me out the window. I thought he was going to let me fall but he didn't. He fucked me from behind!"
"God," snorted Randy, "what sort of animal is this? I mean, shit, the way things are on this floor-and maybe the entire building-all he had to do was ask and someone would have put out for him. That bitch Anne would spread for anybody's cock, if I know her."
"And you, of all people, do," said Amber, angry at the man. "Why the hell don't you leave us alone?"
"Nothing doing. This clown is running around loose and he's dangerous. We have to protect ourselves or our fine little bubble of sanity is going to turn into the same murderous place it is down in the streets. Susan," he asked, directing his question at the still cowering blond girl, "did he say anything to give you a clue as to who he was? Anything at all?"
"He kept saying he was a rich man, that all wh-whores liked rich men and why didn't I like him fucking me."
"Rich, huh. I guess that lets all the ones we know of out. None of us fit that bill. I don't know Marty Reinhardt all that well-I know of him and he's nowhere near rich. Neither of us obviously are. I don't think Tom Larson is or he wouldn't be parading around as a night watchman, and I doubt if Harrison Salter is rich. Not working for a slave's wages at that accounting firm."
'Then who?"
"Maybe it's someone who slipped in on us and we didn't notice. He could have left the same way, without us knowing he was even here. It's a long shot but it's possible, I guess."
"Let's go in with the others," said Amber. "I think she needs some help more than I can give her alone."
They took the girl, almost carrying her, into the other office where the orgy still proceeded. Both Marty and Tom were fucking Anne at the same time. One had his prick jammed all the way up her ass and the other was whaling the shit out of her cunt. Harrison Salter sat in one corner of the room, sour disapproval on his face. He clutched the briefcase to his chest as if it might be a beautiful girl.
"Hi, gang, three more to join!" cried out Tom.
And then they saw that Susan wasn't in any shape for reveling. Marty lost his hard-on, Anne complained, and then Tom pulled out. The watchman looked ludicrous walking around with his prick jutting out from his loins, but his concern was real.
"What happened? You look like homemade shit."
"She was raped," said Randy.
"How? When? Did you see who did it?" Tom Larson's manner changed drastically. No longer was he a fun-loving man intent on fucking a lovely woman. Now he was a cop.
Amber quickly, quietly gave the man all the details they had been able to glean from what little Susan had told her. Larson nodded occasionally, dressing as Amber spoke. When she had finished, he was completely back in his uniform, the gun belt hanging heavily around his waist.
"Okay, you folks just sit tight and I'll go check it out. Give me the belt and I'll see what can be done to trace down the person it belongs to."
Amber handed over the plain leather belt which had bound the young girl's hands so firmly and Tom Larson left.
Randy looked around the room and tried to categorize the people left. Anne and Marty stood side by side, bare-ass naked. Harrison Salter still clung passionately to his briefcase. He didn't think any of them could be responsible for raping Susan.
He looked at the blond girl, who suddenly began to shiver in her nakedness. She didn't quite break down and cry, but she came close. Amber's arms around her were more than protective, the man saw. She was almost at the point of tenderly making love to her.
Which didn't seem like such a bad idea. But the man had to check his lusty thoughts. The girl had just been raped and he doubted that she would allow any man to get within a dozen feet of her.
"Hell, this is bringing the party to a screeching halt," said Marty. "I hope he finds something."
"Until he does, let's get the party moving again!" Anne quickly went down on Marty. She took his limp cock in her hands and slowly pulled it toward her ruby-red lips. Randy watched in stark fascination. He had never seen such hot and heavy action like this before. Sure, he had seen his share of the X-rated movies, but never any live-action stuff like this. Anne popped Marty's prick into her mouth. Randy could see her cheeks go concave under the suction she applied.
She gave him fantastic head. The way his prick jerked and slowly grew told the story. In less than a minute, she had a mouthful of throbbingly virile prick again. Her eager sucking and lapping noises turned on Randy more than he cared to admit. He wanted to go over and try to stuff his cock into the eager woman's mouth, too.
He doubted if Marty would appreciate the intrusion. Still, hadn't he and Tom been fucking Anne at the same time? Maybe he wouldn't mind at all.
"Disgusting." For an instant, he couldn't figure out who had said it. He finally turned and faced Harrison Salter. The man hunched in a comer, his eyes blazing. "Absolutely disgusting."
"You don't have to stay and watch," Randy said, angry. "Nobody's got a gun pointed at your head telling you to witness anything you don't want to."
"Humph." The man stood and left the room.
Randy was almost glad to have him go. It left only the people he cared about. Anne was a fantastic person. Marty seemed an okay sort of guy. And Amber and Susan were huddled together in a way that was somewhat more erotic than it was comforting. Both of them he got off on in a big way.
"Mind if I join you two ladies?" he asked.
Susan might have heard him, but he doubted it. She was lying on her back, her legs drifting apart to expose her blond rimmed snatch. Amber's mouth was fastened like a leech on the young girl's tit. She was sucking and lapping to drive away the last vestiges of memory.
Randy decided it must be working. The look on Susan's face told of nothing but pleasure, no pain at all. He quickly added his oral caresses to those of Amber's.
Susan's eyes shot wide open when she felt the second mouth sucking so avidly on her left nipple but she said nothing. She settled back down and thrust out her chest a little more to get the most out of both of their mouths.
"Let me work lower," Amber said to Randy.
"Go on. I'm having fun with her boobs." He left the red point of her nipple to slowly ski down the inside slope of her huge tit. The flesh quivered under his rough, pink tongue until he came to the valley between. He played around there for a little while, stimulating and teasing her.
Amber smiled. The girl was having the time of her life. She worked her own tongue down across the slightly domed belly until she came to the deep well of Susan's navel. Her tongue shot out and down into the depression. The girl moaned softly and lifted her hips off the couch and tried to get Amber's tongue fucking her belly button.
Amber allowed her tongue to swirl around a few times but she didn't want to waste too much time here. It wasn't as exciting to her as what beckoned from lower regions. She left the navel and slid down to the very top of the girl's bush.
Swift, quick strokes along the very fringes of the blonde bush got the girl to thrashing around on the sofa. This spurred Amber on.
She felt her own excitement mounting. Randy was so close and he was helping her to make the girl forget the horrible thing that had happened to her. That was nice that they could do things together.
She found her tongue getting tangled up in the corn silk fine strands of Susan's pussy-fur. She didn't care. She used her tongue to form tiny spires in the thickness of her bush. The girl knew this was fun but the tempting odors emanating from even lower called to her.
She wanted to lick pussy again.
And the redhead did just that. Her tongue shot out, cock-hard, and stroked along the turgid, puffy cunt-lips. She found her tongue coated with the thick inner oils leaking from between those blue-tinged labia. Sucking harder, she managed to pull one of the lips between her own oral lips.
Trapped in this fashion, the pussy lip was given the tongue-lashing of its life. Amber felt the young girl thrashing around, writhing in abject desire. She continued to run her tongue along the edge of the trapped cunt-lips until all the fuck sauce had been removed. Then she used her teeth.
The hard pearly teeth cut into the soft flesh and made Susan come. The girl screamed out her passions and opened her legs even wider to the girl's probing tongue. Amber didn't know whether to abandon the savory taste treat she held in her mouth or not.
She compromised. She sucked harder on the tiny flap of cunt-lip and then let it go so that she could shove her tongue down into the fluid gash between that lip and the other. The girl came again as Amber licked back toward her cunt-hole.
As her tongue probed deeply into the velvet-hung passage of her cunt, the girl came repeatedly. For a second, Amber thought she was tongue-fucking a human machine gun. The girl was stuttering and moaning and trying to hump herself by shoving her hips toward Amber's face. The girl gave freely of her tongue.
She tried to touch every single nerve ending in the girl's pussy. Soaking up the flood of cunt oils gushing forth was a taste treat that she wouldn't have missed for the world. Amber was a little put off when Randy shoved his head between the girl's legs for some of the love-juice, too.
She glared at him, then laughed. There was enough for both of them! They kissed, her cunt oil greased lips sliding over his. For a moment, Amber held that pose. The redhead tasted sweat on his lips. Then she remembered he had been licking and sucking on Susan's tits. The girl was probably really hot by now.
Somehow they both managed to get then-mouths into Susan's twat. The blonde had rolled onto her side. Amber came in from the front and Randy thrust his tongue into her cunt from behind. She giggled a little at the feel of her tongue rubbing across the man's, then she was completely lubricated by the frothy surge from Susan's coming pussy.
Both Amber and Randy had to hang onto the trim, young body as Susan rocked through still-another orgasm. As it began to die down, they both reentered her cunt. The rigid, blood-engorged cunt-lips were pulsing on one side of Amber's tongue. Against the other side was Randy's driving oral organ, striving to plunge even deeper into the steamy hot interior of the girl's belly.
It became a game with the redhead. She had to outdo Randy. It had to be that way. She was a woman and a woman should know another's body better than a man. She had to give Susan the most pleasure.
And it seemed to her she was losing the battle!
Randy left her pussy and drove his prick all the way up Susan's ass-hole. The young blonde came-hard.
Amber retaliated by finding Susan's erect little clit and teasing it with the end of her pinkly darting tongue. The slithering around brought the girl off. Again. Still another time. And then she was convulsed in one orgasm after another.
The red-haired Amber thought they were both doing it to Susan. She couldn't positively say that she was responsible by sucking on her clit.-likewise, Randy couldn't be certain only his tongue-fucking of her butt was doing the trick.
Then all activity ceased when a single gunshot rang out. It echoed through the deserted building and sounded vastly louder than it normally would have.
Amber rose and stared in fright at Randy. He glanced from her to Susan and then over to Anne and Marty. Anne and Marty apparently hadn't heard the shot. They were still fucking frantically on the small desk, oblivious to anything but the pleasure they gave each other.