Chapter 13
The trip to the penthouse was fast. It seemed she was standing in front of the massive oak doors in a matter of minutes. She was glad they were up high. Christy had counted the floors as they rode the express elevator to the man's penthouse. She hoped he had a big, open patio. She wanted to be able to see the city tonight.
Then he was there. Jack Denton looked at the girl with cold contempt. A look to Pasha and the unpleasant little man was gone. For that, at least, she could thank the man. Christy smiled at the man and slipped past him into the apartment.
Jack just looked at her as she walked around the room. Christy never felt so relaxed in her whole life. This was her moment. She loved the apartment.
"I have never been in a more beautiful home. A handsome man in a beautiful apartment. What more could a girl ask for, Mr. Denton?" She teased. "It would be perfect if there was a patio overlooking the city. You must have a patio."
The man said nothing. He walked over to a pair of French doors and swung them open. The girl rushed to see the view. It was breathtaking. A million lights blinked hundreds of feet below her.
"You want a drink?" the man asked coldly.
Christy turned around and glared at the man.
"No," she hissed. "I just want your cock. I want you to fuck me. I must have been insane that night. I have been tormented by the thought of your gorgeous, fat cock. You've got the biggest prick I've ever seen."
The man just looked at her. Then he turned and walked back into the living room. The girl followed him into the apartment. Jack liked the act. Not bad at all, he thought. But she had to beg! That was the important thing. He wanted her to beg him for it.
Jack went to the wet bar and poured himself a scotch on the rocks. He looked at the woman to see if she wanted one. She nodded no. He liked that. She didn't need anything to help out. She probably did want it. The girl sat down on a plush chair and waited for the man to come to her. Jack walked over and stood before her. He sipped his drink. The girl reached out and parted his robe. Her hands found the zipper to the pants he was wearing and pulled it down.
"She is gorgeous," he thought. Maybe if the girl was good he'd keep her around for awhile. That is, if she was good. The soft hand of the woman was in his shorts now. His cock tingled at her touch. Then she pulled it out. Christy stared at the magnificent prick. Jack could see she couldn't wait to eat the thing.
"You are the greatest," the soft lips whispered as she slowly stroked the flaccid giant organ. The big snake seemed to come to life under her petting, as the immense head started to lift itself.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Denton, I've just got to loss it. I can't help myself."
Her tongue darted out and touched the organ. The blue veins were throbbing now as the blood flooded into the man's prick.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. I'm afraid I'm going to come, just doing this."
She plunged the cock deep into her throat. The young woman looked to the man like she was in pure ecstasy. Her pretty head slid up and down the giant pole. Christy drank his cock fully and the man was delighted.
Jack Denton wanted to see that fantastic body. He remembered clearly how lush she was. Pulling his prick away from the luscious sucking was difficult, but it was the cunt he wanted to get at. That was what it was all about. He pulled free his bone and lifted the girl up. Christy understood, shedding her clothes as quickly as she could so the man could see her body.
"I want you to see my tits. I've been longing to feel you suck on my nipples. I want that cock of yours all over me. I want you to fuck my tits. I want it in my mouth. Most of all I want you to put that beautiful thing in my cunt. Please make me come with that prize organ of yours."
The girl stood before him nude, her blond hair piled high on her head. He wanted to loosen her hair and see it all around her face as he was driving his cock into her. That could wait. Now, Christy undressed the man as he stood there allowing her to "do her thing" if it made her happy. Then he was naked, with his cock standing straight in front of him. She pulled his nude body against her soft belly.
"That feels so good," she cooed to the man. "God, you are hung. You've got the kind of prick every woman dreams of having one day!"
The man pulled her to the couch.
"No. The patio! I want to do it under the stars," she pleaded. "This is the biggest night of my life. I'd like to do it under the stars with the handsomest man and the biggest dick in the world. It's something I can brag about to all my girl friends."
The delighted man followed the voluptuous nude body out to the patio. She dragged him to a sun couch and pulled him on top of her. Christy kissed him deeply, sinking her tongue as far into his mouth as she could. The man's hand sought her soft round breast. She had to have the softest, yet the nicest tits he had ever felt. Jack couldn't recall ever enjoying himself more.
"Kiss them, Jack, dearest. Please lass my titties," the girl begged.
The man sought out the rich pink nipple.
"I can't stand it any more," she shouted. "I've got to have your cock in me. Please, Jack, put it in. PUT IT IN MY CUNT!"
The man slid on top of the girl and positioned his huge organ. The girl's orifice was slippery enough so that the giant prick penetrated the opening easily. The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his body to her. She pulled his cock in as far as it would go.
"Oh push, darling, push. I want it all. ALL! I wish I was deeper so you could get more in. I love your prick so. Jesus, I love the way you feel in me. Your balls, I've got to hold your balls." Christy moaned as she reached for the swollen sacs swinging beneath the man's prick. She felt the round sacs and squeezed them gently. "You are fantastic," she moaned over and over again.
The girl reached up to her hair. "Would you like to pull my hair down? I know men like to see a woman's hair on the pillow. You want me to, sweetest?"
"Yes. Yes, you gorgeous piece of ass. Put your hair down 'cause when I finish coming in you I'm going to wipe my cock off with it."
Christy giggled. "You are so rugged. You are the stud every woman dreams of. You are the stuff dreams are made of." The girl loosened the needle that held her hair together. She let the hair all fall free as she held onto the long needle.
"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. I want it all. Please. I can't stand it. I'm going to come. Let me feel your balls."
The man increased the tempo of his strokes. The young girl was driving him wild. All he could think, all he could feel was his cock riding up and down in the girl's tight cunt. He loved the way she was playing with his balls.
"This is it," she yelled. "This is it, you son-of-abitch!"
Jack didn't recognize the feeling at first. The needle was half way through his testicles when he realized something was wrong. He screamed in terror and pain as the needle completed its journey, through both his balls!
Terrified, the man rolled off the woman. Desperately, he tried to withdraw the blood-covered needle.
Christy ran to the edge of the patio. "Let's see how many other girls you rip up, you bastard. Pasha will get his, too. I'm making sure of that." She stood on the ledge for a brief moment. The bright moon highlighted her magnificent soft, round nude body. Then she was gone. She didn't even scream as her body hurtled to the pavement below.
Stephanie was mad when she got home. Steve was a pain in the ass. She laughed at the thought. As much as he had been in her asshole lately, it didn't seem like the appropriate simile. She was mad because Steve had pulled a cutie on her. Steff had nothing against orgies. There was nothing quite like having a cock in your mouth while your cunt has a tongue lapping up its juices. She really dug jacking off a couple of pricks while it was all going on. She got pissed off, though, when someone tried it on her unexpectedly.
Steve had taken her to his apartment. He claimed he had found out something that would help Christy with her problem. Steff figured he might have had ulterior motives, but she didn't kid herself. She was a slave to his magnificent sex organ. If she didn't love Christy so, she might have considered living with Steve. When she entered his pad, though, and these three mooses were there waiting for her, she got mad.
It had all been planned; three muscle goons naked as the day they were born, all stroking their stiff cocks, were waiting for her as she walked through the door. Steve must have made them think she was just a sweet, innocent lamb being led to the slaughter. Big Steve thought it was a real joke, Steff judged, from the big shit-eating grin on his face.
Steff was the one that had the real laugh. The way his expression changed when she whipped the little Berretta out from her purse. She had the barrel against Steve's throat before he really knew what was going on. The angry woman told Steve's friends not to move if they didn't want to be pallbearers at his funeral. Then she told her prize stud to turn around slowly until his back was directly in front of her. Stephanie told her ex-lover to spread his legs out. The man hesitated until he felt the gun dig into his throat. Steve did as she asked. He screamed in pain as he dropped to the floor. Stephanie had just crushed his championship-sized balls with a well-aimed kick with her pointed shoes.
As she walked out the door, she told the boys they could play with themselves for a while because if they touched the door, she would blow their fucking heads off. The brave studs stayed perfectly still until well after her car had pulled out of the driveway. She wanted Christy. She had had enough cock for a while. She needed the comfort of her girl's breasts. She wanted to hold her soft, warm body close to her in bed. Love was what she wanted and that she could get only from Christy!
Her anger changed to disappointment when she found the apartment empty. She flipped the T.V. on as she wandered around "their" home. It seemed unusual that Christy had not fixed supper. Something was wrong. Steff didn't know what but ... she saw the picture of the Rolls on the bedroom dresser.
Something on T.V. diverted her attention. The news-caster was talking about Jack Denton. A chill went up Stephanie's spine when they mentioned an unidentified nude girl's body. As she rushed into the night to go to the morgue, thunder roared across the sky. She was drenched from the rain when she identified the body. She was so proud of her girl when the police told Steff what Christy had done to Jack Denton.
It was as she was driving back to the apartment she realized why the picture of the Rolls was sitting on the dresser. That was Pasha's handwriting. Somehow Pasha was responsible for all this!
The police smashing the downstairs doors open urged Stephanie to finish her business. Maria had stopped screaming, but her beautiful cunt was still opening and closing in front of Stephanie's eyes. The barrel of the Smith and Wesson was doing its job. She was there! She felt her legs drawing tight as the first wave of her orgasm struck.
"What a beautiful cunt you are," the girl shouted.
"I'm coming, Christy....IIMMMCOOOMMMIIINNNGGUM!"
The police broke the door down just as the beautiful, statuesque brunette pulled the trigger.