Chapter 9
RAPE THIRTEEN
The next morning found Dan all packed and ready to take off. Apparently, the little episode at the book store Convinced him that getting away from New York for a while would be a good idea.
Stepping into the red, flashy convertible that he had rented for the occasion, Dan headed for the Poconos where he spent the remainder of his wild adventurous vacation. Every night he was in the saddle with a different girl.
When his vacation was over, he almost cried, but like so many others, he downheartedly accepted the facts of life and returned to the salt mines.
Things were about the same at the office, as usual. The boss was away on vacation, probably shacking up with some new broad, Dan thought, as he finished another routine day and then began to do some serious thinking about getting laid.
For a guy that had been getting it every night, it was going on two weeks since he had felt the soft, moist caressing lips of a pussy on his rigid pecker.
The only worthwhile thing that he did find since he had gotten back was a pleasant modernized little diner on Eighth Avenue where the food was exceptionally good, which was a rarity in New York at those prices.
He made it his business to eat there every evening, as cooking in his apartment wasn't one of Dan's hobbies. As he sat there drinking his coffee, a little blonde girl walked in carrying a box of flowers. She couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen, at the most, but her sweat shirt exposed a good sized pair of boobs which attracted Dan's cock immediately.
As she approached the tables with her loose fitting moccasins and tight fitting jeans, Gus, the proprietor, raced over and in no uncertain words told her to get out.
Acting purely on impulse, Dan jumped up, quickly paid his bill, and raced after the girl as she walked toward Ninth Avenue. "Miss, oh Miss," he called as he casually started walking over toward her. "I saw you selling flowers in the diner."
"Yes," she answered angrily. "That old Greek bastard, Gus threw me out. He's a real prick, but Jimmy, his partner is okay. He lets me sell them in there."
Dan was momentarily taken aback with the language that poured forth from this sweet, innocent looking little teen-ager. Gathering his wits quickly, he gave her a sheepish grin and asked her what she wanted for the whole box of flowers.
"The whole box?" she looked up at him in surprise. Then an understanding look came into her eyes as she looked down at the huge lump that was pointing at her from his pants. "Do you want to get laid, mister?"
For the second time in their brief encounter, Dan had been taken aback by the young girl's bluntness. "Well," he started to say, but before he could finish, she grabbed him by the arm and said, "Come with me."
They mounted the creaky steps of an old tenement. Garbage cans cluttered the filthy halls as she led him up to the roof.
"Er ... just how much do you want?" he was almost afraid to ask as he looked down at her sweet child-like innocent face and thought of the penalty for molesting a minor.
"That's up to you, mister," she said very matter-of-factly.
All thoughts of legal penalties and moral considerations immediately vanished when her smooth tender hand reached for his prick. Then, unzipping his trousers in record breaking time, she had it out, and waving it skyward she looked at it like a connoisseur and said, "Not very large, is it?"
Before he could answer, she was still holding his cock in her right hand, and she pulled him down on top of her as her left hand quickly pulled off her panties.
Again Dan attempted to defend his wounded ego. "Baby, I'll have you know that my cock is as big as...." But he never got to finish the sentence.
Her smooth child-like hand guided him into the juicy gates of heaven. Then he felt her tighten her juicy wet cunt around his now throbbing dick. He forgot everything as his hands reached out and pulled up the sweat shirt to reveal two heavenly globes of desire. His anxious hands squeezed them as his hungry mouth sucked the tasty nipples.
Then he could feel her relaxing the tight grip on his cock as she started to wiggle her ass up and down.
Dan, like an obedient robot with his tool caught in the mouth of a machine, moved with her up and down, up and down. Faster and faster she went, he being carried along with her. Then suddenly he felt his balls exploding, as his sperm sprayed her demanding pussy. He could feel her strong young muscles tighten around his cock, squeezing every bit of juice out of it. Dan pitched forward, full weight on her and lay there.
About ten blocks away, a drunk staggering out of a Third Avenue bar, headed for the first hallway he could find. Carelessly unzipping his pants and taking out his cock, he sent a yellowish jet of piss cascading against the letter boxes as he sang, "It ain't gonna rain no more, no more-"
Smiling happily as he watched the last few drops drip lazily down the side of his pants, suddenly a hand shot out of the dimly lit hallway and grabbed him by the balls. Before he knew what was going on, he was being dragged by his balls into the elevator. As the doors slammed shut, there was a blood curdling scream.
"There's no doubt about it. We're dealing with a lunatic," said Sergeant Cohen as he looked down at the amputated figure on the elevator floor, that was once a man.
"Only yesterday a young nineteen-year-old boy making a grocery delivery was found the same way, and today this poor drunken ass."
"Yes, and what makes it so damn tough to solve," answered Lieutenant Condon, "there's no connection between any of his victims. They come from all walks of life; delivery boys, stock brokers, and what not. This is his twenty-third victim in six months and we haven't even got one clue or even an idea of who he is or where or when he will strike next."
"It looks like we're just going to have to wait until we get an eyewitness or if one of the victim's escapes and can make an identification."
"Unfortunately you're right," said Lieutenant Condon. "But so far he has been very proficient in not letting his victims escape. So, until we get a break, we will just have to keep trying."
Here it was Saturday afternoon, Dan lazily lifted his head from the pillow and looked at the wildly racing clock. Oh boy, four p.m., I'd better get up or it will soon be Sunday, he thought, as he slowly pulled himself out of bed.
Lighting a cigarette, he walked over to the heavily draped window and looked out. It was a beautiful day, he thought, but it couldn't beat last night. Wow, what a fuck that kid gave him. Who would ever have imagined that a kid like that could have such an educated pussy that could pull five loads out of him almost one after the other.
And when he gave her the ten dollars, she was so grateful that she wanted to give him another five on the house. But he was naturally too exhausted to take advantage of it.
The only catch was that she was a minor, and playing around with her was an invitation to a prison term, something that Dan didn't imagine. Well, if things get real hard for me, he reasoned, I can always run into her on Seventh Avenue and 42nd Street. He remembered her telling him that she was usually around there between eight and nine p.m. every weekend selling flowers.
Dan had no way of knowing that at that very moment a voluptuous looking twenty-four year old brunette was thinking about him as she opened the window of her third floor apartment, took a few deep breaths, then dropped to the floor. She did 98, 99, 100 push-ups, then over to a 200 lb. barbell that lay near her bed. She lifted it over her head with ease.
After twenty minutes of various exercises, she topped it off with a hot shower, then relaxed her powerful five foot nine inch nude body on the bed.
Her white marble-like breasts measured a full 46, the type that could make a man come in his pants just by looking. The arms that stretched out over her head were powerfully built and well-muscled. Yet, unless she flexed them, they looked as feminine as any other female's. Her most outstanding features were her wasp-like muscled waist with long large powerful legs.
Special exercises had built these legs to almost Herculean proportions with the strength to match. As she lay there in bed, she recalled how, when she was fourteen, her stepfather tried to give her a spanking and would push her bare-assed across his big lap and she couldn't sit down for a week.
"Boy, I sure would like to have some daddy between my legs right now," she purred as she reached behind her head and pulled out the two pillows she was lying on. Yeah, if these were only a man, she thought, as she placed them between her thighs and squeezed.
There was a bursting sound as feathers started flying in all different directions over the bed. "Couldn't take it, could you?" she laughed as she released her grip and felt the lifeless pillows cave in between her legs.
Today was Saturday, the loneliest day of the week, or the most exciting, depending on what one had scheduled. As she continued to lie there in bed, she thought about the tall blonde, well dressed young man who always came in for dinner at Gus's diner where she had formerly worked as a waitress.
She had caught him looking at her several times, and there was a certain weakness in his voice when he had given her his order, that had aroused her to the point where she had wanted to take off his pants right then and there.
However, under the watchful eye of Gus the Greek, any such playing around was out of the question. Now that she was no longer working there, fuck him, she thought as she jumped out of bed and began getting dressed.