Chapter 2
The teamsters' local office on Twenty-ninth Street hadn't changed at all since Judy had first visited her father there, some years earlier. It was a group of rooms set in an old, brick building, which in turn sat among a myriad of other buildings that blocked out the sunlight in the city.
The rooms that made up the office were large, not because of any advance planning, but because an old building with large rooms was where the office had originally begun, long before Stan Gonz had headed up the local. In spite of their size, all four rooms were in need of paint, had torn carpeting, and were all-around seedy. The stench of cigar and cigarette smoke hung in the air, left over from the thick haze of smoke that had swirled through the rooms the previous day. The small air conditioners barely did an adequate job of cooling the rooms, much less clearing them of the cigar smoke.
The largest room had eight desks, three of which were unused. The other five desks had so called account executives sitting behind them, none of whom had done an honest day's work in his life. One of the unoccupied desks, the largest one, was for the company accountant who came in once a month to make certain no one was botching things up.
Off to the left of the main room was the smallest of the four rooms, the conference room where Stan Gonz's goons occasionally brought a truculent individual to have his head busted.
Straight ahead was a door that led to the last two rooms: the inner and outer offices of the e local's head man, Stan Gonz. His private office had a huge desk under a grimy window, and across the room was a large sofa which pulled out into a king-sized bed. The other room was the outer office, also the waiting room, and that was where Judy would be working behind a large desk of her own. There was an old, weary leather sofa against the wall to the left of Judy's desk, as well as two overstuffed chairs, though the stuffing was starting to come out. There were also a half dozen different filing cabinets, though Judy was told not to bother going near them.
Judy discovered the so-called account executives in the large room were also vice-presidents in the local, and one of them was even the treasurer, though he looked like he'd have to take off his shoes and socks to count beyond ten.
As Stan Gonz's secretary, Judy discovered the only typing she had was a few personal letters for the account executives. Her prime duty was to answer the phone and find out who was calling. When she relayed the message to Gonz, he occasionally answered the phone himself, but most of the time told her to tell the caller he was either in conference or not in.
Judy noticed the large outer room was plastered with pictures of nude girls, mostly from magazines, though occasionally there was an exceptionally obscene photograph, usually a Polaroid shot. The account executives in the local were earning two to three times the amount the drivers earned, and she, herself, was being paid two-hundred dollars a week which, for the work she was doing, seemed outrageous.
At five-o'clock Gonz came out of his private office and said, "Okay, Judy. Quitting time. Go on home."
So home she went.
This went on for three weeks. Then, one evening, Gonz poked his head out the door and said, "How about having dinner with me tonight, honey. You deserve it for all the good work you've done."
Judy was unable to figure out exactly what good work she'd done, but consented to have dinner with him. A free meal was a free meal, Stan Gonz wasn't too tall, but she was only five feet three inches tall, herself, so he was taller than she. He had short, graying hair with a receding hairline, and his small, piggy eyes were set close together, while his nose was totally non-descript, and his lips were thin, very thin. Not that he was exactly ugly. Compared to the men who worked in the large outer room, he was almost handsome, especially when wearing one of his four-hundred dollar suits with the matching twenty dollar ties.
Dinner was in a small, intimate supper club where the entertainment was exceptional and the food almost as good. Judy found herself sipping a bit too much of the grape, and when she walked to Gonz' car, afterward, she was a little woozy.
She got in, he drove, and when he stopped, some minutes later, she looked at the fancy building and said, "I don't live here."
"I wanted to show you something before taking you home," he told her. "This is my place." She didn't notice the blatant lust in his eyes when he looked at her.
Judy was dizzier than she thought, but if the boss wanted her to see something, who was she to argue with the man. So she let him help her from the car, and they walked into the building and took the elevator to Gonz's penthouse. When he opened his front door she was properly impressed by what she saw, whispering, "Oh my!" The room seemed like something out of a fashion magazine. It was elegant, and it had obviously been furnished by an interior decorator. This was the kind of room she often saw in the movies, or on TV, but never in real life.
"Glad you like the place," he smiled. "Hey, how about a champagne nightcap for the road?"
He ushered her to the sofa and she sat, her mind reeling all the more swiftly now. She watched as Gonz walked through the ankle-deep carpeting to the bar across the room with the soft blue light above it where he took a chilled bottle of champagne from a small refrigerator. Taking two stemmed goblets from behind the bar, itself, he poured the champagne into them.
Judy felt like taking off her shoes and running barefoot over the carpet. As it was, she settled for slipping them off and tucking her feet under her on the sofa, pulling her dress tightly around her knees. Gonz brought the two glasses over, handed one to her, then clinked his glass against hers, saying, "To our continued relationship, honey. May it always be happy."
Judy looked into his deep brown eyes, trying to meet his stare, and she suddenly felt all quivery inside. For some strange reason she was feeling a touch of romanticism as Gonz made the toast. It was almost like being out with a rich boy friend.
There was a decidedly masculine air about Gonz she had never been able to notice before. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted, and Judy had to admit she liked that in a man. Now, as she sipped her champagne, forgetting completely that he had supposedly brought her here to show her "something of importance," she felt him depress the sofa beside her as he sat. Then he leaned forward and put his glass on the long coffee table in front of the sofa. As he sat back, his hand seemed to carelessly stray and flutter to her knee.
Judy felt it but didn't move. Was it possible he was unaware his hand was on her knee? That was nonsense. Of course he knew his hand was there. The big problem was what should she do about it?
After thinking about the problem for all of three seconds, her more-than-slightly giddy mind decided there simply was nothing for her to do. After all, his hand was simply resting there, not moving at all. Perhaps it was simply the best available place for him to rest his hand, she drunkenly reasoned. She finished her own champagne and put the goblet on a nearby end table.
Turning, she suddenly found herself lightly encircled in Stan Gonz's arms, and before she was able to say something to the effect that he ought not to do this, or even understand what was really happening, she felt him tug her forward and kiss her lips. She wanted to panic—to turn her head and pull her mouth from his and tell him not to do that, but the older man's lips were fastened to hers like suction cups.
Subconsciously she had always wanted to be swept off her feet, but not like this. Now, even dizzy as she was with champagne, she was more than a little certain that Stan Gonz was not her dream man. He simply didn't impress her romantically enough, in spite of all the toasts and the mood he had built in the room. She suddenly felt a strong sense of panic and wanted to pull her head to the side, telling him not to do all this, but his mouth held her fast.
He was moving much too quickly, and the mere thought was terribly disturbing to Judy. When she had come up here with him she'd had no idea he would attempt to kiss her. More than a little frightened, the brown-haired girl tried worming her way from his grip, but she was deeply sunk in the cushion of the soft couch, and Gonz's arms were too strong.
Judy felt his heatedly wet tongue suddenly sliding and slithering into her unwilling mouth, licking everywhere and searching out all the hidden corners, teasing her own tongue and making her shiver. She had kissed boys this way only once or twice before, but the kiss usually ended the date, a fitting finish to an enjoyable evening, since she wouldn't kiss any boy who didn't share an enjoyable evening with her. However, this particular kiss was no goodnight kiss. Judy sensed Gonz's intent, that this be the beginning of something rather than the end.
"Ohhhhnnnnhhhh ... " she gasped, struggling to get away from the man and straining to resist. Stan Gonz simply continued thrusting his lasciviously maddening lingual extension through her trembling mouth, pushing her pretty head back into the soft plushness of the sofa. He forced her deliciously pliant body to arch against his, thrilling to the sensation of her roundly swollen breasts pressing into his chest.
Totally overpowered by the man's superior strength, Judy shut her eyes very tightly and continued her struggles, doing her utmost to tug herself away from the ardent clutch of her new employer. With the passing of moments she suddenly realized how difficult it was to escape from the man. The worst part of it was the wet sensation she felt between her own thighs. At first she was mortified that she might have actually wet her panties, but feeling the stickiness of the fluid, and remembering all she had learned in hygiene, she realized this was a lubricant manufactured inside her body. Lord! She had never had anything like this happen to her before. What was going on inside her? Why was she reacting this way? Good girls didn't behave like this, nor did they permit themselves to experience such feelings with men like Stan Gonz? Was it possible that deep down she wasn't really a good girl? Was she like Debbie, her sister? After all, her half drunk mind rationalized, being good was more than the simple thinking of pure thoughts. It was even more than the ability to keep one's feelings under control. Being good meant the innate ability to not even feel these inner emotions now coursing through her. She had to shut herself off from something like this.
With each passing second she struggled more and more against herself as well as against the union local boss. She had always believed he wanted her for her mind rather than her body. After all, they weren't base animals, yielding strictly to their inner instincts. She talked to herself, convincing herself the man truly meant her no harm, and the feelings he was exhibiting toward her had to do with his overall appreciation of her, enjoying her mind as well as her body.
All this that was happening to her was much more than she had expected, but then she had to realize she wasn't a teenager any longer. She was older now and a bit more mature. She certainly ought not to expect to go on dating men and leaving them with a simple good night kiss at the door. Men like Stan Gonz weren't exactly genteel. They expected a bit more from their women, and, after all, she was out on a date with him. She was positive he respected her too much to try taking advantage of her. After all, he wasn't married, that was well known in the union. From all the small talk she had picked up over the last three weeks in the office he didn't even have some kind of steady girl. Well then, she wasn't exactly about to really do anything naughty, was she? Just what was so wrong with letting the man kiss her?
Then she felt his hands slowly starting to move. One ran up and down her trestled backbone, and through the haze of her wine-and-champagne-fogged mind, she felt the palm slide down and cup her buttocks. He began rubbing and rotating his hand against her gluteal cheeks, and suddenly new needles of delight began wildly coursing through her shivering body wherever his hand touched her. He seemed very knowledgeable about just where to caress her shuddering flesh, teasing her totally defenseless and helpless nerves.
The man's tongue was a flaming lance in her unresponsive mouth, moving through her oral cave like a burning, whirling buzzsaw, and wherever his firm, full body touched hers, she felt a part of her starting to inwardly melt. She was aflame, and she knew this was wrong, all wrong. Aroused, she was afraid, gasping out gusts of terrified fear, but her sounds were totally lost in the soft lapping sounds Stan Gonz was making with his tongue slurping through her mouth.
My God! What am I doing? she suddenly thought to herself. Dear heaven, what am I letting myself in for? Help me!
She pushed hard, but it was too late to try and stop Stan Gonz. He was positive from her earlier response that she was infatuated with him. Her present struggles were merely a throwback to her priggish upbringing, and he intended fucking all that out of her. Judy pushed hard, struggling, but unable to stop the man. As sensuous and as femininely aroused as she was, she had the presence of mind to fight back. No matter how much she enjoyed the pressures of his body against hers, it was wrong, and she felt the lustfully responsive signals he was generating far too strong to overcome. She was a helpless victim.
"I want to see what you look like under that pretty print dress," he whispered, his words heated bolts of lust in her oversensitive ear.
"No!" she shouted. "In the name of all that's holy, no!" she gasped, watching as he released her and stood up near the sofa. She lay there feeling totally helpless, her dress rumpled, her short hair in slight disarray, feeling the sofa cushions yielding to the pressures of her soft and slender young body. She stared up, completely astonished at what she was seeing as her employer suddenly began pulling off his clothes in a wild frenzy. Embarrassment and shame flooded her, turning her face bright red. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the entire scene, but she thought doing so might be an insult to the man, and the last thing she wanted to do was insult her boss. Men were always so ultra-sensitive when it came to their precious masculinity. She continued staring, unable to believe the fact that he finally stripped down completely. He was totally naked with grey fur covering his chest and arms and pelvis, but what really caught and held her gaze was the swollenly solid penis standing out from the silver fuzz like a thickly menacing spear.
It was the first time in all her twenty-two years that Judy had ever seen an erect penis. The sight sent terrifying chills shuddering through her. She froze, her eyes locked on the flexing phallus. She had often read about mens' erect phalluses in the naughty books her father sometimes brought home. Even then, she had only glanced in the books, never daring to really read anything, since it was so unladylike to read it. She had found it extremely difficult to picture what an erect penis really looked like, especially after watching a neighbor change her little boy's diapers. The infant had sported such a tiny, shrunken little member, Judy had been completely incapable of conceiving how such a miniscule organ was truly capable of parting a woman's vaginal lips and pushing its way inside. Now, staring at the massive branch of flesh, she wondered the same thing but for an entirely different reason. The pulsating organ seemed too long and certainly much too thick to be capable of entering any female.
Gonz looked down at her and smiled, watching the way her large, frightened eyes followed the wobbling movement of his cannonlike penis.
"You're staring at a legendary cock," he told her, plainly enjoying the embarrassment she was undergoing.
"Oh my goodness ... " Judy gasped, now more frightened and terrified than ever. For him to display his penis to her this way meant only one thing to her: he intended using the organ ... on her.
Judy sat up, suddenly realizing she was being forced into a situation she wanted nothing to do with ... and certainly not with the likes of Stan Gonz. What made it all worse was the alcohol now running through her blood vessels, working in her, building arousal and thrills as never before. Not that she felt any kind of attraction for this man. Lord, no! Yet she was trapped on the horns of a dilemma, a terrible dilemma. Now that he was standing over her, no longer showering her with kisses, allowing her fogged mind to think a little, she was feeling more and more fright. What made it horrifyingly terrible was the thickness and length of the red javelin waving back and forth in front of her face. Imagine, men put organs like this one ... so thick and long ... into the tightly narrow tunnels of female vaginas. Now this horrible man was intent on plundering her own feminine pandiculation with his thick phallus.
Judy wanted to get up, and leaned forward on the sofa, intent on doing just that. As she did so, the man leaned down and reached out, his fingers touching the zipper tab in back of her dress, and as he pulled it down, he said, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting, Judy. From the first time I saw you I wanted you, and I'm telling you right now, honey, I'm just not going to wait any longer. Tonight is the night."
"My dear God!" she gasped. "Do you mean to tell me you've been planning this all along?"
"Like I said, ever since the first day I saw you, when you brought your old man his lunch right here, in the outer office," he told her, his head nodding.
He gripped her arm and pulled her to her feet.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped.
"If you stand still, your dress won't tear," he told her, and with a quick, practiced motion tugged it over her head and off her body.
"Give me that," she squealed as he threw it behind her, then grabbed her to keep her from going after it.
"You're acting like a dumb little girl, Judy," he snapped at her. "Let's just say all this is an extra part of your job. It figures that for this overtime you'll be expecting a little something extra in your pay envelope, and I'll put it there, honey. But now you have to earn it."
"I'm not a streetwalker," she snapped.
"Turn it off," Gonz told her, and when she opened her mouth to scream, he suddenly slapped her across the face—hard, causing her to fall to the sofa.
Stunned, she lay there, feeling his hands reach behind her temporarily nerveless body, unsnapping her brassiere. Then he was pulling the straps off her arms, tugging it off. Her round, white melons were revealed to his eyes for the first time, and Stan Gonz simply stared for the moment. Each breast was tipped with a light, pink nipple in the middle of a large, circular coral halo the diameter of a silver dollar. Horrified, afraid of being slapped again, Judy simply lay there, allowing him to peel off the rest of her garments; her pantyhose, her half-slip, and her panties.
Her mind was working as swiftly as possible under the circumstances as she attempted to assess her position. She was still able to scream and make all kinds of loud, raucous noises. Suppose someone did hear and call the police, then what? Would they break into Stan Gonz's apartment? He had a lot of friends on the force. It was well-known. And if the police did break in, then what? They'd be staring at her starkly naked body when they arrived. That many more men seeing her helplessly naked form would embarrass and humiliate her even more.
She lay there, a helplessly exotic creature as Stan Gonz slavered, staring at the light tuft of brown hair between her pretty thighs. He noticed the hair on her pelvis matched that on her head. It had been a long time since he had fucked a woman who didn't use some kind of rinse on her hair. The hair was just enough to prove she was a woman instead of a puling girl, but sparse enough for him to see the richly pink and pouting inner labia surrounded by the puffy outer lips. A touch of glistening moisture was lining her simmering slash, making Stan Gonz realize he had indeed been affecting her to a point. She had been heating up right up to the moment he had slapped her.
Reaching out, Gonz turned off the nearby table lamp, making the room-lighting a little softer. With only one lamp on, he was creating an exotic atmosphere. He liked to fuck exotically. That was the only right way to do it. Eventually it might be just the thing to bring her around to his way of thinking. If possible, he wanted her willing. Rape was something his trucking goons enjoyed. He much preferred a good, willing cunt. In fact, he wanted his pussy more than willing. He wanted it anxious. He wanted to feel the tight interior of a feminine vagina squeezing around the hard thrust of his inplunging penis, and for the cunt to squeeze, it had to be willing. For a woman to simply lay there, or even fight back, meant her vagina simply would not properly respond the way he wanted. He wanted to feel the tightness of vaginal muscles crush and squeeze and really pressure his thrusting penis. Heck, that was the reason why he had finally unloaded Judy's predecessor. The damn broad had merely let him instead of enjoying it along with him.
Looking up, the young, brown-haired girl suddenly realized Stan Gonz was the only thing in sharp focus. Everything behind him and around him was a soft blur. He moved closer and sat on the edge of the sofa, making her gasp, afraid he would hit her. When he reached out, she recoiled. His hands touched her arms for an instant, and she pushed her palms out, pressing flatly against his hairy chest. But even as she pushed, she felt his strength as he slowly pulled her toward him, then wrapped his arms around her, and her trembling body was being pulled up, up, up, drawn against his until her trembling balloonlike breasts rubbed against his chest. Gonz's mouth was on hers, smothering her, and then his pink tongue was lancing into her unresisting mouth again. Judy shuddered, and then she fought, slapping at his chest with open hands, then pummeling him with closed fists, but it was all so hopeless. He felt nothing, and she inwardly thought he was laughing at her. His mouth pressed ever more firmly against hers as he kept her on her feet.
The combination of his burning kisses and the alcohol in her shuddering veins was beginning to affect her more and more. Her mind was swimming and she didn't know what to think as she found herself being absorbed into his mouth like food into a paramecium. Judy's mind reeled and she no longer knew what to say or think. Little by little she found herself melding to him as if becoming a part of him. She sensed his upright, throbbing thickness—that massive length of flesh he referred to as his cock—rubbing between their bellies, leaking its oily slickness against both of them.
His kissing stopped, very abruptly. At least his mouth was no longer pressed against hers as it began branding itself against her long and slender throat.
"Ohhhhhhh ... uhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o ... " Judy gasped, weakly struggling, trying to push him away, fighting his caresses, but also fighting her own inner desires.
It was a losing battle right from the start. His mouth continued lower, pressing against the white top of her fleshy breasts, and Judy realized he had every intention of definitely fucking her. Fucking? What a disgusting word, and yet it connoted her feeling at what he intended doing.
She gasped, not wanting it to happen, yet unable to prevent herself from wanting to discover this experience. Yes, she was just like Debbie, her sister. She was a tramp, impure, unclean, and far from being truly innocent. Far down in her inner being there lurked a horrible demon who, she sensed, was anxious to do all these forbidden and evil things. With each passing moment the wickedness inside her was becoming more and more powerful.
Judy shuddered as Gonz kissed a little lower, and she waited, thinking to feel his mouth on her nipples. He fooled her by passing her breasts and kissing the flatness of her pretty, white belly, making her gasp even more, and Judy swayed, thinking she was going to faint from all this excitement. When he'd pulled her to her feet so suddenly, he'd caused the blood to drain from her spinning mind, and now she was in danger of losing her balance and falling. She shuddered, feeling the flaring contact of her belly against his seething lips. Icicles slid up and down her backbone as she began to fully understand precisely what was going to happen to her. She, who had never so much as said the word "damn" before without feeling as if she had committed some evil deed, was now totally naked and with a strange man she had barely come to know over the past three weeks. He was just as naked as she, and though she didn't want it to happen, this man was going to ... to fuck her. Now she understood why Debbie had moved out, wanting an apartment of her own. Debbie had explained how much she enjoyed men, and with her own apartment she was able to be alone with them and do all the wicked things she wanted to do. Debbie was as internally incendiary as she, only Debbie was giving in to these urges, willingly.
Thinking about her sister, a year older than herself, and why the girl had taken a private apartment, Judy clenched her fists, and in doing so, suddenly had a firm grip on Stan Gonz's iron-grey hair.
"Thatta girl," Gonz encouraged. "You hold on tight."
Was he crazy? Why in heaven's name did he want her to hold on tight?
The answer came an instant later as he lips slid lower on her belly moving beneath the sparse brown V of her pelvic hedge, pushing into the coral bog that was her already soaking vagina. His hands were on her upper loins, prying them farther apart as his thumbs were caught in the wispy tendrils of her pelvic hair.
The pressure of his lips against her lower labia made her screech with disbelieving delight-mingled-with-horror as she understood precisely what this wicked man was doing. She gulped, and when his tongue shot into the shuddering depths between her tender lower lips, she yelled even more loudly, twisting and turning on her feet. His tongue sank into the throbbing slice of her seething vagina, licking the flanges of flesh that were her inner labia.
Judy immediately pulled her body back, trying to escape the shockingly wet contact as she felt his hands move around behind her and cup the rounded cheeks of her rear. He tugged her lovely loins even closer to his hungering mouth, his tongue lapping hungrily at the small, hidden nodule of her tiny clitoris.
"No!" Judy screamed. "No, no, no, don't you understand, that's dirty, filthy, disgusting!" and she pushed her hands against his head, staring at his grey hairs, watching the entire top of his head bob up and down as his tongue continued licking and lapping, making obscenely loud slurping sounds in the tightly clamped together lips of her vagina as she managed to finally press her thighs against each other.
How in the name of heaven can he do this? she asked herself.
Whatever she had expected, whatever fears had lurked inside her, she certainly hadn't thought he would perform this sickly twisted kind of lovemaking. His face was pressing between her clamped thighs, his tongue still eeling into the crevice between her outer lips. How was it possible for a man to even think of putting his lips on such an area? Wasn't she dirty down there? Not that she didn't constantly wash and clean it, but after all, that was the area from which she urinated. That he should even consider pressing his tongue against it nauseated her. Certainly decent people would never try making love in this manner. What she had expected was bad enough, but this ... nightmare ...
Gonz reached up with his hands, pressing them flatly against her belly, and he abruptly shoved, hard. Judy jumped back just in time, and he walked forward on his knees. In order to keep her from escaping, one of his hands once again reached behind her and squeezed a buttock.
Judy continued trying to pull away, feeling herself pushed and tugged at the same time until the backs of her knees struck the sofa behind her. Then she felt herself being tumbled onto the sofa cushions. He swept his hands under her thighs and lifted them over his shoulders, preventing her from regaining her balance, then he once more slid hands between her thighs and pressed outward, applying pressure with his thumb as she tugged the softly pink inner folds of her virginal orifice apart.
Her thighs spread wide and her eyes gaping with shuddering alarm, Judy struggled to push the man from between her legs. Dear God in Heaven this was so distortedly ugly and perverted. His face stared at her for a moment from between her thighs, wet with her vaginal secretions, dripping the colorless fluids onto the sofa cushions. The very obsceneness of what he was seeing revolted Judy. Somehow, in some way, she had to escape from here, even if it meant losing her job. The mere idea of being alone with such a twisted man terrified her.
Once again she struggled, but her struggles were in vain as she found escape completely hopeless. There was no way this man was going to let her go until he had completed his vilely distorted deed. His single obsession at the moment appeared to be the need to continue lapping her vagina, drinking the seething froth from within as quickly as it was manufactured. The sofa cushions were soft and she sank deeply into them. It was a four-piece sectional, including a hassock on which he now kneeled while before her, delving his head into the mystery that was her pink cunt. Her roundly firm breasts trembled as she looked down at her lascivious employer who, because he had her thighs on his shoulders, was forcing her body to almost twist as he hovered over her, bending her into an S-shape with her nakedly vibrant, drippingly pink pussy higher than her lovely face, and her kicking heels pounding against his back.
Judy understood how helpless she was at that moment. Her shell-pink orifice was wide open- to the man's lustful eyes and mouth, a completely helpless sacrifice as she lay with her shoulders pinned to the sofa. She groaned, feeling so totally denigrated and helpless, humiliated beyond belief by what this evil man was doing to her. His hands were no longer inside her thighs, because his face was there, keeping her loins apart. Now his fingers, like poisonous spiders, were walking up the length of the front of her body. His mouth hung widely open, saliva dribbling from his hungering lips as he slithered his tongue out and let it dangle. Then he pressed forward with his hungering face, his nose once again moving against the sweetly soft and fleshy lips of her vibrating feminine orifice.
Contrary to Judy's beliefs, there was nothing in any way dirty about her vagina. In spite of the fact that she was a virgin, she performed her daily ablutions with almost religious fanaticism. Because of this, she fastidiously cleaned and rinsed it, gently drying it with a towel at home, and toilet paper when elsewhere. After each voiding, she took time to wash and pat dry her vaginal tunnel. She did the same thing following an elimination, making certain her anus was carefully cleaned. Her loins always had the fresh sweet scent of lilacs because she used a floral scented soap, and the combination of that and her own sweet, fresh natural scent was driving Stan Gonz absolutely insane. She had the most delicious cunt he had ever eaten, bar none, and even now, as his delving nose spread her hair-fringed labia slowly apart, he breathed deeply, thrilling to the wonderfully delicious scent of her. His glaring eyes stared into her foaming depths, and then with a gasping sigh of hungry slurping, he lowered his head and pushed the full length of his licking tongue all the way into her seething dehiscence, feeling her warm labia press against his cheeks.
Judy began weeping and wailing as she felt the lascivious pushing of his lapping digit. Her whitely naked, round buttocks were up in the air with her shoulders and upper back grinding into the sofa's softness beneath her. Its velvet, rubbing against her silken flesh, aroused her that much more in spite of her constant desire to fight this thing. The pressure was becoming too much for her.
"Huuuuu ... uuuuuunnnnngggg ... hhhhh ... ggghhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o-o ... " she wailed aloud, crying.
Pressing her elbows into the soft cushions, digging them deeply in, Judy managed to raise her head, and she stared at the wicked sight of her employer applying his lashing tongue to her lathered vagina. It was all so totally unreal she found it all but impossible to believe all this was actually happening to her.
Thinking back a few weeks to the day Debbie had moved into her own apartment, Judy recalled her older sister saying many things she hadn't understood at the time. One of the things she had said was, "A kiss on the lips is fabulous depending upon which lips a man kisses you."
Judy had been totally uncomprehending at the time, confused as to how many pairs of lips a woman possessed. It simply hadn't occurred to her that Debbie had been referring to vaginal lips. Now, as Gonz's tongue continued slickly slithering through her seething furrow, she realized her sister had been a party to something like this, probably more than once in her life. It was also apparent Debbie loved it. Now it was all happening to her, and because her mind was closed to it she was determined not to surrender to her base emotions and enjoy it. Her body, on the other hand, was reacting without her approval, and was unable to deny the thrilling sensations pouring through every tingling nerve. What had originally felt like a sloppily wet and leeching feeling, as if a dead codfish were being run up and down through her pink division, was now a heatedly burning tickle working its way shudderingly through her vagina, delving deeper and deeper into her trembling body. The more his tongue licked, the more heatedly aroused she became, and tough her brain still refused to accept what was happening, her body was thrilling to it.
Her mind was spinning and whirling as wonderfully thrilling sensations continued bursting through her body. How in heaven's name was she able to permit herself to accept this? The answer was simple: she couldn't accept it. On the other hand how was she to stop him? The answer, unfortunately was equally simple: there was no way to stop him.
Tomorrow, when she walked into the union office, how would she be able to look this man in the face? How would she be able to look him in the eye, knowing his was the face that had kissed and licked her vagina, turning her normally dry well into a flooding pool of lust? His mouth was continuing to defile her seething vaginal ingress, and as far as she was concerned this meant the man would have, little, if any, respect for her in the future. She had already pleaded and prayed for him to stop doing what he was doing, and he had turned a deaf ear to her. There was nothing more for her to do but lie there and let him finish this obscenely disgusting feast. And so she lay there, her hips uptilted, her thighs wide apart, her knees dangling over his shoulders, feeling his mouth suck and slurp, continuing the wickedly shameful deed it had begun. Her mind was praying he would finish very shortly, but her body, in defiance of her mind, was aching for more and more and more.
For the first time in her young life, Judy felt totally helpless and alone. Though she knew what would happen to Gonz if she told her father what the man had done to her, she also knew the Mafia Family that backed him up might not take kindly to one of their influential members having the blazes beaten out of him. So even though her father was a powerful man, there was no way he'd be able to either help her or revenge her without putting himself, and possibly her mother, in jeopardy.
Staring up between her tilted-back breasts, Judy sighed, seeing Gonz's eyes staring into her face like some kind of vulpine beast of prey, enjoying the death throes of the victim it was eating. His hungrily licking tongue continued to madly torment her inflamed vagina. His eyes seemed to be laughing at the wet tears of helplessness rolling down her cheeks. It was as if he sensed her body was on his side, even though she was shouting to him to the contrary.
Indeed, Stan Gonz, staring down at her, was fully aware she was now his, completely his ... his to do with as he pleased as long as he continued to somehow or other please her passionate young body. Jesus, but she tasted good, really good. Usually he lapped a cunt either to build heat in a female, or simply as a courtesy to the girl he intended fucking, but this cunt was something superbly out of this world. This cunt was something not even Colonel Sanders was ever able to match.
He also knew that having been brought up in a rough neighborhood, she was too smart to go home and tell her father what was happening to her, tonight. A code of silence existed. It wouldn't be long before he'd have her begging him for this kind of tongue-treatment on a regular basis, and if she proved she knew how to move her ass when he finally plugged himself into her ... and if she learned to obey him without asking all kinds of dumb questions ... he'd suck her dripping cunt dry every time—and love it.
He had to admit he enjoyed eating her tasty cunt. He enjoyed it very much. Gonz was really wild over the taste of this particular cunt, but no matter how much he, personally, enjoyed sucking the sweet nether lips of her tasty pussy, she was enjoying it even more, though she was not yet ready to openly admit it. Christ! What a sweet, refreshing, almost minty taste. No taste of dead fish about this sweet little girl, like so many other cunts he had forced himself to lick one time or another. This sweet young thing was so completely thorough in her hygiene habits, he actually tasted the flesh that was her, and nothing else—and she tasted good.
Her body was writhing insanely, and it was only a matter of minutes before she began squirming completely out of control. He almost had her where he wanted her, now.
Smirking, he pressed against the underside of her knees, pushing them down a bit more, pressing her kneecaps into the highly sensitive spikes of her upstanding nipples. This completely exposed the plane of her beautiful vagina to his hungering eyes. He stared at it without actually looking, his hot breath washing all over it, and that was when Judy suddenly became aware that no matter how evil and wrong all this was, now that his tongue was no longer pressing against her vaginal slash, she wanted it. Oh Lord! She actually wanted it. She wanted to feel it back there again. What was wrong with her? She mustn't succumb to this villainy.
Now to really drive this lovely bitch out of her skull, the wicked Gonz thought, lowering his head, using his thumbs this time to pry her buttocks apart.
There, directly before his hungering gaze, was the lovely rosebud of her little brown crinkle, her anus, smelling as deliciously sweet and clean as the rest of her wonderful body. It wasn't often one came across an asshole like this ... made for lapping. He intended to fully utilize it.
Leaning forward, he extended his tongue as far out of his mouth as was humanly possible, pressing the point of it into the tiny writhing center of her squirming anus. The abrupt pressure of his lingual point wetly touching it made her asshole suddenly contract, the sphincter instantly refusing to accept the oral member, and Judy gasped out loud.
Dear Lord! she thought to herself, realizing she had been willing, almost eager to accept that first obscenity he had forced on her quivering vagina, but now he was doing something much more disgusting and obscene.
"Ohhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o ... "she cried out loud, and once again her inflamed body refuted her verbal cry by inwardly screaming, yes, yes, yes. She was whimpering, but that was the extent of her refusal. Her loins were already opening wider of their own accord, displaying the delightfully wide-open wetness of her vaginal incision along with the tight crinkling of her puckered anus. Her squirming torso urged Stan Gonz to continue, and inwardly he laughed as his mouth continued working on the hot rectum of this tenderly sweet and inexperienced young secretary he had so recently hired. His nose pressed between the seething lips of her frothing cunt as his tongue strove to delve all the more deeply into her rectal tunnel. He licked furiously, pushing hard with the oral organ, working on her sphincter again and again, repeatedly lapping at it, making it relax the littlest bit more with the passing of each second. Then, when he decided it was relaxed just enough, he slithered his tongue through the doughnutlike muscle into her seething asshole. He felt the inner hole slowly contract, but he had the tip of his tongue all the way inside, driving the poor woman thoroughly mad. Judy let him know precisely how he was affecting her by the way her buttocks bounced up and down on the sofa cushions.
The young woman gasped and shuddered, feeling tiny goosebumps covering her trembling body. Her hands, for lack of anywhere else to go, now clutched her nakedly bobbling breasts. She sobbed, filled with humiliation as she felt her inner self slowly responding to his deepening tongue-thrusts. She pumped her rounded buttocks higher and higher, literally beating them against the man's face. The pure obscenity of what she was doing caused the flaring heat in her tender body to build to higher peaks. Each time his lancing tongue knifed into her tight rectum the woman twitched and jerked her trembling buttocks back, and every time his tongue retreated, she literally hurled her rounded asscheeks against his face, opening her anal orifice, seeking to suck the lapping digit inside. Helpless little spasms of licentiously mounting heat started blistering their way through her wide-open nervous system.
The thrilling realization came to her that her body was definitely no longer merely accepting what his tongue was doing to her, but craving more and more of it, and this made her conscience cry out as she inwardly wept with horrified shame at all that was happening. To think, her physical self was so totally possessed of the devil it actually needed more of the vile workings of the man's lathered tongue. Her naked loins which ought to have been struggling and fighting to escape from all this were now openly wriggling and writhing with obvious delight. She gritted her teeth tightly together in an effort to regain some kind of mental control over her tantalized body, but even as she did so she realized it was a lost cause. The depth of wondering sensation in which her body wallowed like a pig in mud was so intense, her mounting emotions, like an incoming tide, were rising higher and higher. Soon they would totally inundate her mind, and she realized she would outwardly, verbally surrender herself to all this. Before it was too late she pleaded a final, silent cry to heaven, begging she be forgiven for permitting her body to exult in such continuing evil.
Stan Gonz felt her struggles turn to responses of licentious lust, and he knew he had once again won. He always won, that's why he was top don in his local. Now to settle down to the full enjoyment of what he was doing. He pulled his tongue from her quivering anal center and plunged it back into her seething vaginal opening, and as he lapped, he thought back, picturing all the other women with whom he had done this. Not a one had been able to resist the wetly heated flicking of his consistent tongue, just as this warmly, heatedly intense, wetly burning vagina had finally surrendered. Jesus God! He always tried remembering something exceptional about the various vaginas his mouth had tasted, but with the exception of certain unpleasant recollections, such as those with a particularly herringlike taste, they all seemed to blend into the single vagina. Compared to the one he was enjoying now, they had all been tasteless. Hell! This was one fabulous cunt. One thing he was able to recall was the reactions of the various girls whose vaginas he'd lapped. The majority simply lay there like dead horses with wide open thighs, allowing him to continue lapping into them until they achieved a climax. Some very few responded a little, bouncing their rubbery buttocks, letting him know he was truly getting to them. This one was different, though. This one was special. Her body responded as if it knew it had been made for sex. Everything else was one big lie, even if her mind refused to accept this simple fact.
Her wonderful powder-puff-covered vagina was his for as long as he chose to continue enjoying and using it, even if she fought it. She was his as surely as a bull belonged to a matador, and knowing this made Stan Gonz totally uncaring as far as what the woman was now going through. The challenge of making her want him had been the singularly most important thing. Most of the females with whom he'd had carnal connection had been unresponsive, at first, and the majority had eventually learned to respond to the best of their ability. True, not one of them had been able to respond as this lively young girl had done. God, but she really knew how to move that lovely little ass of hers. Yes, he would be able to make good use of her in the future, and not merely for himself. Now, like a true matador, knowing the kill was his, it was time to deliver the coup-de-grace. It was the tocque de muerty—the moment of truth.
His lengthy tongue lapped into her seething vagina once again, using a softly circular motion between the softly tender drapes that were the labia of her delightful pussy. He lapped thrustingly, strongly, but not harshly, pressing against her vibrating clitoris with every upward lick of his wickedly slurping oral digit.
The change in the way he was licking into her produced a change in the young woman's inner sensations as they continued coursing uncontrolled through her trembling body. She felt as if she were being completely devoured by the mouth gorging itself with her genital flesh.
Her shamelessly inflamed young loins were vibrating as they twitched upward, moving in what appeared to be a spastic motion, wriggling in madly insane abandon, slamming up against his mercilessly lapping tongue. Although she didn't want to, Judy finally accepted what was happening to her, realizing resistance would merely prolong this all the more. Her fingers reached out and grabbed what was left of his graying hair as she crammed her vaginal fount to his lusting mouth. Totally forgotten, for the moment, were any of her parents' teachings, as well as thoughts of what she believed were common decency. All that remained within her now was the desire to enjoy the thrillingly forbidden pleasure she was feeling. Now that her mind was open to it, the sensational thrills were far greater than anything she might have imagined from what her sister had told her.
Gonz inwardly grinned, totally satisfied he had conquered her delightful body, sensing how much greater was her inner sensuality than that of any other female he had ever known. He had made a smart move in getting this chick into his web. He had originally planned to fuck her until he got tired of her, making use of her body to please his "friends," as well. Sensing how much resistance there had been in her initially, he knew better than to think he'd simply lapped it all out of her in one night. This one was a rebel, and if he wasn't careful, she'd find some way to make trouble. No, she wouldn't go screaming to her daddy ... she was too smart for that. The smart thing to do would be to build some kind of false sense of security in her while he continued fucking her, and put her into some kind of a vulnerable position so that when he finally did dump her, she'd be unable to exact any kind of revenge. She oozed with sex, but he sensed the hidden temper inside this lovely little girl. He knew something was going on in the back of her mind, and he'd have to think ahead— but later, much later. Right now it was time to enjoy the fruits of his labors.
Once more lancing the full length of his tongue far into the wetly trembling walls of her seething vagina, he gripped her body, firmly. His face felt the tickling wetness of her fleecy vaginal hairs caressing his cheeks as the thrilled young woman hurled her body upward with anxious desperation. She ground her nakedly straining buttocks against his continually pressing face, crushing her wet vagina solidly against his working mouth. His tongue drilled even deeper into her, thrilling her hot vaginal interior as his lips shaped themselves to the rest of her vertical slash. His mouth kissed her vaginal opening again and again, and her youthful loins clamped themselves tightly around his cheeks. Her wetly soaking cuntal walls clung to his moving tongue, clamping ever more tightly around his in-thrusting oral digit. Her hotly pulsating foramen continually opened and closed repeatedly, but each time it opened it wasn't as wide, and each time it closed it appeared to clutch his tongue all the more strongly, pulling the oral probe deeper and deeper into her sucking embouchure. The heatedly steaming cavern of cunt appeared to desperately tug on his flicking tongue, reluctant to let it slither out, even for the smallest fraction of a second. Her heels continued drumming against his back, beating against his spine and forcing his face deeper and deeper into the wonderful trap of her clutching cunt. He was forced to hold his breath at one point. It was either that, or suffocate. His nose was massaging the tiny, pulsating extension that was her vibrating clitoris, while his mouth opened even wider to drink in the outpouring wetness of her lustfully splashing oils. The very taste of her made his throbbing penis pulsate all the more anxiously.
He wanted to slam his hard, seemingly brittle cock into her body right now, but to do that would break the spell of his lapping tongue. He had to make her peak this way, first. There was always plenty of time, afterward, to sink his hard cock into her and tear out that useless hymen. Hell! The important thing was to make her come ... to make her realize what it felt like to have an orgasm. Once she learned what that felt like, it would be a lot simpler to deflower her, since she'd know what was waiting at the end of everything. Hell! This was the kind of chick capable of having more than a single climax. Her orgasmic boiling point was a lot lower than that of many of the other broads he'd tongued. She was the kind capable of many apexes once a cock was firmly buried inside her ... even her first time out.
Sweat broke out heavily all over Stan Gonz's shuddering body as his working tongue continued spearing into the steaming channel that was her vagina. He was intent on making this woman his complete slave. Not that she would ever kneel and pray to him, but if he gave her enough climaxes in many different ways, a time would eventually arrive when all he'd have to do is look at her a certain way and she'd start getting wet between her thighs, whether she admitted it or not. Like a gluttonous gourmand he lapped into her fire-lined pussy as the cords in her neck and thighs strainingly stood out. Judy's hands tugged harder and harder, pulling grey strands of hair from the man's head.
"Ohhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh ... " she gasped. "Yessssss ... yessssss ... hhhhhh-uuuuunnnnnnggghhhhhh ... s-o-o-o-o ... goooooodddduuuuunnhhhhhhhh ... going to ... HHHHHEEEE ... YYYYAAAAA GGGGHHHH ... HHHH AAAA GGGG HHHH GGG! HHHH ... AAAA ... RRRGGGHHH ... GGGUUUNNNGGG OHHH MMMMAAAA ... MMAAMMAA.
There was the sound of hurricanes filling Judy's ultra-sensitive ears and then the world seemed to be swept up in a whirlpool of solid emotion. She choked, feeling the power of overwhelming breakers battering her shuddering body, feeling herself buffeted in one direction and then another, slammed this way and that as turmoil spilled through her shattered brain. The climax took total control of her, making her thrash wildly about, madly kicking and pounding her heels against his back as she gasped for air, clinging tightly to the man's head as his tongue sent thrills crashing through her body again and again.
Slowly, very slowly, everything washed away as cool air touched her vagina, making her realize his head had finally come away. As her roiling intestines settled, fatigue overtook her. She shut her eyes and sleep washed over her as definitely as the orgasm she had undergone.
Stan Gonz was on his feet, staring down at her. This was something he hadn't counted on, but it didn't faze him. Walking over to the phone, he called her home and told her mother she had been working so late, she had simply fallen asleep, and so he had put her up in a hotel. Then he picked up her sleeping, naked body and carried her into his bedroom, putting her in his bed.