Chapter 1

Ross had seen the sexy girl at work, and they had engaged in a little of that lightweight, hardly serious flirting that people with the same employer do, usually without ever knowing each other.

Then he got the promotion, and within a week he had found a better apartment. The guy there was getting married and moving to Kingston, with IBM. He was pretty desperate. Ross not only took over his lease, but he got a bonus: the guy left all his collection of magazines, books, and pictures. It was a hell of a collection. He said he and his wife-to-be wouldn't need that stuff, and Ross always wondered if he was right.

The very night Ross moved in, he discovered that the girl he'd seen at work not only lived in the same building, but on the same floor. They rode up in the elevator together.

She glanced at him when he spoke, then her eyes flickered and she warmed up visibly, recognizing him.

"Oh hi ... I know you, you're at work. Visiting somebody here?"

"I just moved in," Ross said. "You live here?"

She nodded. "On seven."

"No kidding ... I'm in seven-oh-six."

"Seven twenty-two," she said, visibly warming even more. "When did you move in?"

"Last night, after work."

"Good grief, I was out and didn't even notice. Una ... some crewcut-type lived there, didn't he?"

Ross nodded. "Yeah. He's getting married."

She turned up her nose. "Happens," she said. She cocked her head and looked at him. "Listen...."

"Our floor," he said, as the doors open. They got off and the elevator doors closed and the lights above it started blinking upward. There were twenty-nine floors in the new high-rise building.

They were alone in the carpeted hallway.

"Listen, I was starting to say ... oh oh. You engaged or like that?"

He shook his head. He felt more than interest flickering in him.

She smiled more broadly. "Well, since you're new and all and I'm an old-timer, why don't we break the cliche about people in the same building never knowing each other? Come on down and have a welcome-to-the-Heston-Building dinner with me."

"God, I'd love to!"

"That's what I like," she laughed, "enthusiasm!"

They were walking down the hall, but his apartment was near the elevator, hers on down the long hall of the block-through building.

"How about if I bring a bottle of wine?"

She nodded. "Sounds good. Any color ... I don't know that much about wines anyhow."

"Whatever I've got," he said, grinning and trying not to be too foolish about it. Lord, she was an absolute doll!

"See you in about ... oh, an hour, something like that?"

He checked his watch. "Synchronize. It is now five-thirty-seven point two."

She went along, peering at her own wristwatch in a business-like manner. "Check. See you at six-thirty-seven point four: Mark!"

"Right," Ross said, and went exultantly into his apartment.

Less than four hours later he was even more exultant, because after dinner and the bottle of wine, things on her couch got mighty hot, and both of them were more than half undressed, and she suggested they save wear and tear and strip off the rest themselves, so they could hang them up.

Her name was Henrietta, which he agreed was ghastly. She was called Hank, and she was secretary to Mister Hochstadter. That explained how she could afford this apartment without a roommate. Her hair was very red and she wore a lot of it, loose, parted in the middle so that she had formed the new habit of constantly brushing it back from her face. She had pale green eyes and a nose that was more cute than beautiful and a small-lipped mouth that he had already learned was very warm. She had pretty dimples, too, long creases in each cheek every time she smiled.

She also had lovely, unusual breasts. Very pale but strangely swollen at the tips, they were hung well apart and slung to either side so that the nipples braced him, rather than pointing straight at him or upward.

They were undressing, now, with a lot of touching and smiling. He had to pause to watch the wild bobble and bounce of her tits as she bent to run down the skirt he had already pulled high onto her hips. She went to hang it up, swaying. Her buttocks looked like a couple of small round animals jumping around inside her sheer black panties, so tight and sheer they were charcoal gray rather than black.

Keeping an eye on that busy ass and the long, lovely white line of her back, he shucked off his shorts.

After hanging up her skirt, she walked back, her breasts doing wild calisthenics. She smiled at his penis, which was past the halfway point to erection.

"Now " Hank said, "are you a man, Ross?"

"You're about to find out."

She crossed her arms over her breasts. She had not taken off her skimpy panties. "Oh, am I?"

He went to her. His hands slid easily onto her lower waist, just about the flare of her womanly hips. He kissed her.

What the hell had happened? It was like kissing a child or a skittish virgin, not the woman he'd been wildly petting for the past hour on her own couch. He tickled her lips with his tongue. They parted only slightly, and he had to force his tongue in. He licked about inside her mouth.

He pulled it out and stepped back, keeping his hands on her hips. "All right, Hank. What happened?"

She blinked. "Nothing happened."

"Like hell. You've gone all ice inside. That wasn't a kiss. I was practically raping your mouth."

She smiled at the phrase, but stood there looking coolly at him.

"Maybe I got carried away. Maybe I think you ought to prove you want me. Maybe you're going to have to take me."

He stared at her. That book he'd read just last night, one of the many left by his apartment's former tenant. All that rough stuff, and the writer had indicated very clearly that the girl grooved on it. It had excited Ross, right enough, and he'd finished reading the book with one hand. But he had wondered.

Now ... was Hank Aldiss asking for ... rough stuff?

But what if that wasn't what she meant?

Take the butt by the horns and the girl by the genitals, Ross, and find out, he told himself.

She was still standing there staring at him in an open challenge.

He accepted it by pulling her strongly against him and kissing her with his teeth hard against the insides of his lips until her mouth was forced open and he felt a tremor run through her. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, but suddenly they curled up into quivering fists.

His hand slid around over her back, traced the lovely depth of its long center line, and slid down to touch first one, then the other of the dimples that dented her skin just above the burgeoning thrust of her rump.

His hand slipped down onto it, pulling her to him. She came, her crotch smacking his, and she shivered.

Maybe it wasn't really roughness she wanted, he mused, washing out the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Maybe it was just a little forcefulness, actions on his part to relieve her of any doubts about her being wanted. He wondered if he was supposed to rape her.

Instead, he pressed himself hard against her so that she could feel the hardness of his cock against her. Then he grasped the elastic band of her pants, just at the ass crease, and pulled them up, hard.

"Uhh!" She gasped, wincing as her own panties cut into the lips of her petal-soft vulva. She writhed against him. Her hands opened and clutched his shoulders.

He released her lips and held her hard against him, her cheek against his, so that he could look down her back. He pulled. The thin nylon of her panties slipped up between her high-set, narrowly clefted ass cheeks until he had completely bared both buttocks. She continued to writhe against him, crushing her breasts against his chest and sighing softly.

With one hand high on her back, he moved the hand gripping her pants in a sawing movement that forced the cloth up and down between her buttocks and into the slit of her cunt, sliding abrasively over the tender flesh between vulva and anus.

"Oh," she gasped, and sighed. She pressed her face back against his. Her cheek felt hot. Her hands were beginning to move over his back.

He released his grip on her briefs and grinned at the distinct shudder he saw when her buttocks dropped back into place. She sighed and pressed her crotch and lower belly against the tall staff of his cock, standing straight up between them and gouging into both of them.

Curling a finger inside her panties, he slithered it over her buttocks' inner surfaces. He felt them tighten as he probed and explored. Then his fingertip traced down the long slick crack and found the tiny, lipless mouth. He pressed it with his fingertip.

"Umm ... ah...." She grabbed him hard. Her fingers hurt. She was beginning to pant and her breasts were rubbing themselves hard against him. "Oh ... uh ... wait.. "

He didn't wait, but continued to exert pressure until his finger was within the snug flesh ring of her anus. It was incredibly tight and fierily warm, the soft flesh inside that delicate little slot.

After wiggling his fingertip about inside her until the tight sphinctering pressure eased slightly, he let it slip out. She shuddered and rammed against him so hard he had to put a foot back to keep from falling down.

"Uh ... oh, baby," she gasped, "you're so mean to your poor little girl."

Not sure if she were nuts or not but too hot right now really to give a damn, Ross cupped one buttock in his palm and jigged it rapidly up and down.

"No, I'm so good to my big girl," he whispered into her ear, and tamped the words home with his tongue.

She reacted as if he'd shoved the tongue straight up her gash. Shivers rushed up and down her from her nape to her heels.

She allowed herself to be turned so that her back was to him. Her head leaned back on his shoulder. She sighed and emitted sexy little moans while he ran his hands all over her tits with his naked cock pressed firmly against her butt.

His hands cupped the pulpy pink flesh of her breasts, fondled the gorgeous loose masses, letting his fingers trail over the thrusting, seeking nipples, making them creep forward, asserting themselves, yearning out until they jutted pink and proud as his thumbs played across them.

Sighing, she shivered and wiggled against him. When he slid one hand down, he found her own at her crotch. He wrapped his fingers around hers, pulled her panties from between her labia, and wriggled her own fingers up under the nylon.

She gasped when he forced one of her own fingers up into her cunt. Then he slid one of his own in beside it, feeling the great heat and enticing moistness of that soft-lipped channel.

He released her hand and her breast.

"Stand right here and get those pants off."

She shivered, but hesitated.

"Get 'em off, woman. I want you, you're the sexiest thing in town and I hope to hell I've got enough cock to fill up that sexy hole!"

This time her shiver was more violent as the words raced through her like fingers of fire. Moaning aloud, she bent slightly. That forced her butt hard against his prick, which throbbed in to open the cheeks. He held her there with his hands on her waist, slim and supple. Still moaning, she stripped off her panties, and all the while her ass gave his livid, pounding cock a massage so sensual that he felt his balls tightening up as if grabbed.

She straightened, naked. He turned her around and she plastered herself hotly against him. Her tongue dived into his mouth, swung wildly like the clapper of a hard-pulled bell, and leaped back when he start ed to suck it He sent his own tongue in pursuit, gripping and rolling her buttocks with both hands.

She opened wide and stroked his tongue with hers, inside her mouth, while his fingers molded her beautiful ass feverishly, sinking into the creamy flesh with the full vigor of his will and his passion for her.

To hell with the bed, he thought and bore her down onto the floor.

The apartments were furnished with wall-to-wall carpet, and although it couldn't be called a shag rug, it wouldn't abrade her tender bottom. She sighed, looking up at his face looming over hers. Her eyes were very bright, full of passion and expectation.

Spasm-like thrills ran through him as he felt the lips of her richly moistened gash grazing pliantly against the throbbing tip of his prick. She felt it too, and sucked up a long deep breath.

His cock nestled there, poised for entry between the tight inner lips. Her face took on an anxious look. Her hands tugged at his hips.

He smiled at her, listening to her little moan of response to his hard, moist contact just within the soft flesh of her crotch. He pushed.

Vibrant with sexual tension, his plump meat went at her, plunged into her. Her great breath gushed out as her body caught his in a tight throbbing grip. Her pussy grabbed the swollen glans, holding it and seeming to suck him greedily in.

She drew in another deep breath and let it out. Her eyes sparkled. Her hands slipped over his hips and tested the flesh of his flanks.

"Um-m-mmmm. Yes, baby! You sure have."

Buried in her, he propped himself above her sprawled body, on his elbows. "I sure have what?"

She sighed and wiggled. "You sure have enough' cock to fill me up!"

He grinned and slid his prick out, not quite leaving the grip of her outer ring of strong flesh, only to plunge it down and in again to bury it deep in the widespread slit of her cunt. She grunted, then smiled and began to work in a beautiful rhythm with him, twisting her hips voluptuously while he slapped and rocked her body with every hard deep thrust.

"Umm, yes! Oh, darling ... there! Oh that's good, baby! I can move so well like this. Did you know that French prosties identify a man as a gentleman when he supports himself on his elbows?"

He chuckled, straining, urging the deeper entry of his impaling shaft in her humid hole.

"And lazy men," he said. "This way you can move, and that is definitely a good!"

She smiled and ran her tongue out to-moisten her lips. She let it twitch, in a little sensuous wiggle for his eyes.

"Ross?"

"Umm?"

Tuck me blind."

He tried. The big shaft of his cock spread and filled her cunt, plumbing its farthest reaches. His pelvis smacked hers and his swollen scrotum spanked the wet lower crevice of the hole he rammed so deeply into.

She gasped and twisted beneath him, working hard to churn her hips, fucking him with a circling motion of her ass beneath her. He listened to the slap of their bodies, his pounding form drumming a demanding tattoo on hers. The tight clutch of her hungry cunt drove him wild with desire every time he thrust between the eager puckered lips.

Her naked, glistening body responded to his grinding and pounding and arching with ardent tremors and contractions. Splitting the bare sweaty flesh of her crotch was like plunging helplessly into a whirlpool of lust. Spasms of pleasure throbbed through him and he saw them mirrored in the twitching and rippling of her squirming body.

Each of his downward thrusts became ever more vigorous. He burrowed his swollen organ deeper into her until the big hot pole was totally ensconced in her writhing quaking pussy. He felt a slightly painful pressure at the tip, and realized his knob was pressing against her cervix. A thrill went through him. Yeah, he had enough cock to fill up this sexy hole, all right! Any more prick and he'd be tearing her open.

He grunted. It mounted in him until his monstrous load was quivering on the very brink of eruption.

"That's enough being gentleman," he husked from a suddenly dry throat, and he lowered his full weight on her. She gasped, smiled, and wrapped her arms around him. Straining her neck, she kissed his ear and ran her tongue into it.

Stretched on her lithe softness, he slid his hands down to her hips and leaned left, then right, working his fingers in under her to grasp the perfect bowls of her voluptuous, creamy bottom. She hung onto his neck and jerked her body so that her ass cheeks jiggled in his grip.

He moved his right hand inward until the longest finger sank into the deep cleavage. It was hot, and tight-pressed, and damp with her sweat.

His finger tickled at the delicate little humid cavern of her anus, then slid up into its snug grip.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she sighed, letting herself relax. His finger slid farther up her asshole.

He moved it, rubbing as he stroked his cock in and out, feeling his own finger sliding along the underside of his prick, through the thin wall that separated the two channels he had plugged up.

She squirmed in the helpless grip of passion, fucking herself in a provocative, uncontrollable fury that gained her harder and deeper thrusts in both wet canals. She continued to grunt and quiver while his finger slid and wiggled about in her throbbing asshole and his swelling cock stroked deep into her cunt with a joyous completion of penetration.

Her sucking cunt was pressed even more tightly around his flailing cock now, with his finger pressing her rectum open and forcing those walls against those of her vagina. He felt it coming, and he smiled and strained hard into her.

Suddenly hot, glutinous liquid was squirting up her moist furrow, bursting forth like the rush of raging water in a flash flood. She screamed and went into a fury of squirming and hunching, raking him with her nails the moment he started to come.

His jerking penis blasted its contents deep and forcefully up into the soft warmth of her hungry hole. She groaned when he did, squeezed when he did, gasped when his finger slipped out of her ass, and went limp and soft when he did.

They lay limply on the rug and told each other how lovely it was and how wonderful they were.

The only big drag of the entire marvelous-evening was when he had to put on his clothes just to walk down the hall to his own apartment, where he took them off again and flopped into bed.