Chapter 8
Harry awoke slowly, his sleep-numbed mind not wanting to give up the lewd images of his dream. He lay there without opening his eyes, his hand massaging his lust-swollen cock sensuously under the thin blanket that covered his slender body. For a moment he couldn't figure out what had awakened him. Then he heard Charlie's voice calling out to him as an insistent rapping began on the door.
"Hey, Harry, wake up, will you," his employer called out.
The youth stirred lazily, desperately wanting to just lay there and recapture his obscene dream and look up at the photographs of Sarah Watkins and Barbi Fenton that were pasted directly over his head.
"Harry, are you in there?" Charlie's voice was more urgent now. "Come on, kid, open up!"
"Shit!" Harry murmured, throwing the covers off his naked body and glancing down at the gigantic cock that jutted out proudly from his loins. He stood up, taking one last look at the photo of Sarah on the floor, her whole crotch open and exposed. Jesus, he thought erotically, I'd sure like to get some more of that cunt!
The banging on the door continued.
"For God's sake knock it off, Charlie," he called out, "I'm coming ... I'm coming!"
As he slipped into his faded and dirty jeans, Harry thought about that lust-filled night in Sarah Watkin's apartment. Although it had been almost a month since first he, and then he and Charlie, had raped the two girls so many times. Harry could still recall every detail of the exciting night. When it was all over they had tied the girls up again, disregarding Barbi's pleas, and had slipped out of Sarah's apartment with the first light of dawn just coming up over the San Gabriel Mountains, both he and Charlie limp with sexual-exhaustion.
Neither of them had spoken of the incident again, but Harry couldn't resist telephoning Sarah the next night. He knew that there was a danger that the police might have the telephone tapped but he couldn't resist calling the terrified girl and reliving at least verbally the brutal events. But there was no answer and the next time he called a recording informed him that the number was no longer a working number. He was too frightened to go near the apartment again, as badly as he wanted to.
He tightened the belt on his jeans and pulled a soiled t-shirt over his thin chest. Charlie had resumed the banging on the door and he shuffled toward it and threw it open.
"What the hell were you doing, beating your meat again?" the older man asked, glancing down at the still-erect bulge at Harry's groin.
"Fuck you!" Harry spat out, stepping aside to let his employer into the disordered room. "What the hell do you want anyway, this is my day off, ain't it?"
"I just thought I'd come down and tell you about my latest piece of ass," Charlie said smugly, smiling broadly as he collapsed in the only chair in the room. "Man, you can't believe the pussy on the broad up in 214! You know, the young redhead that moved in yesterday. Jesus H. Christ, I thought she was going to chew my cock off with that tight little thing! I didn't take a close look but I'd bet she has teeth in the damned thing!"
"You lying bastard!" Harry said, wishing his employer would leave so that he could get back to bed and stare up at Sarah and Barbi while he played with his swollen prick. "How come you can't stop bullshitting, Charlie? You know damned well that redhead ain't going to give you no ass!"
Charlie looked hurt. His face fell and he held out his hands, palms upward, as if pleading for Harry to believe him. "I wouldn't shit you, kid! She's a real pro and she's going to give me all of the pussy I want." He paused and looked sheepish. "Of course I had to let her move in without any money. She just got in from Chicago and she's broke." His face brightened. "But she's going to start hustling tonight! A good-looking cunt like her won't have any trouble making a bundle!"
Harry was almost tempted to believe the heavy-set man. It was the kind of thing that Charlie would do letting a broad move in and exchange a little fucking for the rent money! Still, he had had months of his lying and, even if it was true, he was sick and tired of hearing about all the ass that Charlie was getting.
"I don't want to hear that kind of shit," Harry said, his voice heavy with frustration from the pounding at his groin. He'd been too frightened to go out on one of his evening trips since Sarah Watkins tnd Barbi Fenton, and he was almost out of his mind with the need to shove his throbbing cock into an ass-hole.
"But I come down here to let you in on the action, kid," Charlie said with an injured tone of voice. "That was part of the deal I made with her. She had to put out for both of us! She's upstairs waiting for you right now. I told her how much you liked ass-fucking and she made me promise to bring you right upstairs. She said she goes crazy when she gets it in the ass!"
Harry was stunned and his heart began beating heavily in his thin chest. Charlie wasn't lying! He tried to remember what the redhead looked like but all he could think of was the memory of her luscious bouncing buttocks as she passed him in the hallway yesterday. She had worn tight, almost obscenely tight, slacks that showed every detail of her succulent ass-cheeks. The thought of shoving his cock up between those voluptuous lumps sounded too good to be true.
"You ain't kidding me are you, Charlie?" he asked incredulously, almost expecting the heavy-set man to burst out laughing and tell him it was all a joke. "If you are I'll kill you, I swear it!"
"It's true, kid, no shit!"
Suddenly Harry felt better than he had in weeks. His gigantic cock was pulsating wildly in his jeans but he didn't care! He was going to be able to shoot his load in a tight little ass-hole again and he trembled with anticipation. He could almost feel the sperm building up in his aching balls.
"Jesus, Charlie, thanks!" he mumbled in gratitude as he bent down and slipped on his shoes. "I'll do something for you ... I swear I will!"
"Sure, kid, don't give it another thought," Charlie replied, watching his young employee almost run toward the door. Then, he was gone and Charlie looked around the small room with a smug smile.
He was whistling to himself as he settled himself on the just-vacated bed and gazed up at the lewd photographs of Sarah and Barbi. His hand was already reaching for his fly and in a moment his hardening cock was in his hand.
He would give Harry fifteen or twenty minutes before he went upstairs and joined them, he thought lewdly to himself, imagining the sight of the young redhead kneeling on the floor with Harry's massive cock poking into her puckered little ass-hole.
For a moment he wanted nothing other than to lay here and stare up at the obscene pictures of the two young women that he remembered so well.
"Man, that was good pussy!" he murmured to himself as he felt his mammoth prick begin to swell in his hand. "Yes, sir, that night was really something..."
At the door of apartment 214, Harry nervously wiped the perspiration from his sweaty palms on the sides of his dirty jeans. His heart was thudding painfully in his chest and he felt a vague choking sensation in his throat. It was the same sensation he always felt when he prepared to creep unsuspectingly into a strange woman's apartment and rape her brutally.
He raised his hand and knocked gently almost surreptitiously. There was no answering sound from inside the apartment and he had an impulse to turn and run back downstairs to his basement sanctuary. What if Charlie was lying again! he thought, his mind racing. What if it was only one of his cruel practical jokes?
Suddenly, the door opened and he was looking into the pretty face of a young redheaded girl. She was about twenty and was dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a skimpy halter. He gasped as he looked nervously at the creamy-white flesh of her shoulders, midriff, and long lovely legs.
"Yes?" the girl asked impatiently.
"I-I-I'm Harry," he managed to blurt out, feeling his face redden.
"So what!" the girl answered, starting to close the door. "I'm not buying anything so you can save your breath!"
"Wait a minute," Harry cried out, grabbing the door handle and holding it so she couldn't shut the door. "Charlie Foreman sent me up to see you."
"I don't know any Charlie Foreman and I still don't want to buy anything," she replied, trying to push the door closed.
As she strained against the door, Harry could see her voluptuous breasts come together in huge, swelling mounds, straining the thin material of her halter.
"But Charlie is the manager of this building!" Harry said in frustration. "You must know him!"
The girl relaxed her hand and let the door swing open again. She seemed to be looking at Harry with more interest now taking in the lean body and his flushed face.
"Oh, yeh, the fat guy, right? Why'd he send you up to see me? He ain't going back on his deal is he?"
For the first time she looked a little frightened. "No! That's why I came up, though," Harry said, wishing she would step aside and let him into the apartment. He could just imagine Mrs. Grant, the sharp-faced old harridan in 216 standing and listening through her door. "Can I come in?"
"Why not ... any friend of good old Charlie ... what'd you say his last name was? Ferguson?"
"Foreman!" Harry corrected her, scurrying into the apartment before she could change her mind. "His name is Foreman!"
She shut the door and went toward the tiny front room. "Yeh, that's right ... Foreman. Well, as I was saying, any friend of good old Charlie is a friend of mine!"
She went directly to the couch and sat down, her long legs coming up to rest on a small coffee table. Harry stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do now. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was only a few seconds, he realized that she wasn't going to invite him to sit down. His anger suddenly rose up in him and he sat down next to her, his thigh coming to rest against her bare leg.
"Well, make yourself at home, why don't you!" she said sarcastically, pulling her leg away.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, cursing the pretty girl for making him feel like an errant schoolboy. "Charlie said that he'd made a deal with you." He paused, searching for the right words. "You know, a deal about the rent!"
"Oh, he did, did he?" the girl said crossly. "He ain't got no right telling everybody in the building my business! I suppose he's been bragging to every other tenant in the place!"
"Charlie wouldn't do that," Harry lied, remembering how much the heavy-set manager liked to regale his friends with all of his obscene stories about fucking every under-fifty broad in the apartment building. "He just told me cause ... because, well because you said you'd put out for me, too!"
The girl was looking at Harry incredulously, as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"He what? Well, he's a lying bastard! I gave him a sniff of my pussy in exchange for a week's free rent! Just until I could get out and do a little hustling and pick up some bread! You want to fuck me, buster, you're going to have to pay for it! You ain't getting any free cunt, understand?"
A slow, smoldering rage was building up in the trembling youth as the redheaded girl berated him. Goddamn that fucking Charlie! He's done it again! The rotten old bastard had lied to him and made him look like a fool! By Jesus, he's not going to get away with this! Harry though, desperately angry now.
"Shut up! Damn it, shut up!" he exploded, balling his fist and shaking it under the startled girl's face.
"W-what do you want then?" the girl whispered, terrified now by the force of his anger. She could see the wild, irrational look in his eyes and she began to edge away from him, hoping that she could make it to the door before he caught her.
"What do you want?" the girl repeated, her eyes darting about the room for a weapon. She had only been hustling for a few months, but that was long enough to be able to recognize the sadism that clouded some men's eyes. Harry looked exactly like the kind of person who would delight in knocking her half-silly with his fists.
Suddenly, his arm snaked out with lightning speed and grabbed her around her naked waist. She gave a little gasp of pain and fright and tried to pull away, beating at him with her tiny fists as he pulled her closer to him.
"Stop it!" she yelped. "Stop it this instant or I'll ... I'll call the police!
"Don't threaten me, bitch!" he sneered, feeling her skin begin to form little goose-bumps when he touched her bare thigh. "Damn it, don't threaten me! And if you open your mouth once more to scream or make any racket I'll kill you, understand?" His voice was filled with a savage fury and he meant every word he said. To hell with, he thought, to hell with everything; As soon as he reamed the redheaded whore's ass-hole out with his gigantic prick he would fix Charlie good he didn't know exactly how just yet! and then he would split. The money he had saved would take him a long way from Los Angeles, and he would try San Diego or maybe Frisco! Anywhere away from this awful building where everyone laughed and made fun of him!
The redhead was more subdued now. She lay there nursing her stinging cheek and let the deranged youth fondle her thigh, his fingers inching closer to her dry pussy. As frightened as she was, she thought she could handle him now. Let him get his kicks with her and he'll leave, she thought. She cursed herself for not getting a pimp to protect her.
"It was all a mistake, honey," she murmured, trying to make her voice sexy and appealing. "Of course I'll let you fuck me! Whatever Charlie told you. I really dig guys like you, baby ... I really do! You ain't like that fat old beer-gut. Why don't you let me get out of these shorts and you can fuck me, okay!"
But Harry wasn't having any of her lies. And fucking her pussy wasn't what he wanted! "Sure you want to?" he asked slyly, watching for the reaction on her face. "You sure you ain't just fooling me again?"
"Oh, no!" she said, a little too quickly. "Honest I'm not! She unzipped her shorts and was about to pull them off when he stopped her. "What's the matter?"
"What's the matter? I'll tell you, you dirty bitch! I ain't gonna fuck your cunt ... I'm going to screw you in the ass, just like the rest of them!"
"Don't hurt me," she pleaded, terror in her eyes. Ass-fucking had been the one thing she had always refused her customers. She was terrified of the idea of a massive cock splitting apart her tiny puckered little hole. She couldn't take that in her back passage! He would kill her! Desperately she tried to mollify the insane youth. She dropped to her knees and grabbed his swinging cock in her hand and tried to force it toward her lips.
"Let me suck it for you," she mewled, feeling his body stiffen. "I'll suck it good ... I'll make you come in my mouth. Oh God, don't fuck me in the ass ... DON"T!"
Harry was smiling to himself as he brought his foot back and kicked at the girl. This was more like it, he thought to himself, watching the redhead sprawl on the floor.
"Go ahead and beg me," he said to her, kneeling beside her body and pulling her shorts down over her flaring hips and long gorgeous legs. His eyes lighted up and her fur-covered pussy came into view. Her short, red pubic hair was like little rings of flaming silk and he could see every detail of the sweet fluted cuntal lips. He tossed her shorts aside and then ripped her halter off brutally, leaving red welts where the strings had cut into her flesh. "Go on, bitch, plead with me ... tell me how I'm going to kill with you my cock ripping into your ass-hole! Go on, I've heard it a hundred times and it's music to my ears. GO ON!"
She was crying and begging at the same time as he turned her over and feasted his lust-glazed eyes on the succulently ripe buttocks that face him. With no thought to the pain he was causing her, Harry reached down and parted the twin half-moons and began probing the perspiration filled crevice savagely, his nails scraping the tender ass-flesh and inching ever closer to the hairless little pink hole that lay between them.
"Don't ... Oh, no ... don't..." she cried.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" she wailed again as she felt a brutal finger pressing into her cringing ass-hole, parting the tight little rectal sphincter and forcing into her virginal nether opening.
"Shit, you ain't hurt yet, bitch!" he teased cruelly. "Wait'll I get my cock inside you. Then you'll know what it's like to be really fucked!"
Suddenly, without warning, he shoved the entire length of his distended finger inside her, curving the first joint like an arc, digging and scraping into the warm buttery depths of her anal canal as it plunged deep into her bowels. She screamed again, and Harry snarled out a warning, inserting another finger beside the first and sending a fiery stab of agony through her whole lower body.
She was twisting and bucking violently, trying to get away from the awful impalement, but he gripped her hip tightly with his free hand and forced her back against the horror-filled fingers.
"You're killing me ... Jesus, it hurts ... it hurts!"
But he only giggled wildly and thrust the two fingers even deeper up inside her anal depths, twisting and probing with them until she thought she would faint from the horrible pain of the savage impalement.
Then, mercifully, he pulled them out of her and she started to fall forward onto the floor with relief.
With a savage, soul-shattering lunge, he jerked forward and the tip stretched her anal sphincter and slipped inside the contracting rubbery ring, causing her to scream in agony. It was like a hot poker being forced into her bowels and she almost passed out from the incredible agony.
Behind her, Harry sniggered, watching his huge pole force itself into the hairless hole, his lewdly-charged brain remembering all of the other women he had ass-raped in the past months. There was a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face as he jerked forward. Another inch of his cock sank into her.
Harry began to slowly fuck in further. His cock was filled with incredible flashes of pure rapture as the cringing girl contracted her ass-hole and tried to keep him from plunging all the way into her ravaged ass-hole. Each cruel sodomizing thrust widened the still tightly resistant rear channel and she was jerking her hips, struggling desperately somehow to lessen the horrible pain that threatened to blow her apart.
"AAAARRGGGHHH!" she wailed as he thundered into her upturned little bottom. She had never imagined anything so horrible and so vowed she would never turn another trick in her life.
Taking his time and savoring every inch of his progress, Harry inched his prick up into her straining back passage, his brutal pleasure increased by her agonized cries. "Oooooohhhh, baby!" he grunted as he pushed his long, hot cock into the tensely throbbing interior of her rectum.
Suddenly his whole lust-charged cock was inside her and his hairy balls were slapping against her inside thigh, adding to her pain. He heaved his thick penis deeper again until his wiry pubic hair was scraping against her buttocks harshly.
He began fucking in and out smoothly, withdrawing his prick until just the tip was lodged inside her contracting ass-hole, then, with brutal cruelty, slamming forward again and hammering his mighty organ deep inside her forever stretched rectum. It seemed to answer a deep, never before satisfied need to punish every woman on the face of the earth.
The brutal strokes continued on and on the savage intensity of his perverted lust increasing until she thought she couldn't stand another minute of it. She was being treated like the whore she was and she knew there was no hope for her. She would have to endure the savage ass-rape until his obscene sickness was satisfied. There was no other hope for her except that he would finish quickly.
"Fuck back you bitch!" Harry ordered, his voice rising and his prick pumping more furiously into the ravaged girl's ass-hole. "Get that ass moving or I,'ll kick the shit out of you when I'm finished!"
She began to grind back against him convulsively, praying that her ordeal would soon be over. Her naked buttocks slammed into him as he lunged forward, flattening them with his savage intensity. The pain was lessening now, but she was still filled with a sense of degradation and unreality. His heatedly-pistoning cock was ripping her apart but her own body had provided lubricating juices in the form of her sweat that ran down her ass-cheeks and onto the scalding shaft.
On and on the brutal rape went. He was like a madman, unable to stop himself as he silently cursed the girl for making him do this to her. She wasn't important to him except as a futile means to an end. He knew that when he pulled his limp cock from her ass-hole he wouldn't be satisfied permanently. He would go craving another woman to humiliate and degrade. And he would find them where ever he went. There would never be any permanent relief for him!
He reared back and slammed into her again this time even harder, jolting her voluptuous flesh, rattling her teeth, making her cry out with renewed agony.
Harry could feel his white-hot sperm building in his lust-aching balls and he fucked harder, anxious for the scalding semen that welled up toward her forever stretched ass-hole to explode inside her.
Suddenly, Harry's huge dangling balls swung into the redhead's pussy and she felt a brand-new sensation. This time it wasn't pain but pleasure that jolted her. Her confused mind reeled with a sense of shame until she realized that his hairy sacs had been beating against her meaty little clitoris. In her most secret thoughts she had never imagined that such a horrible thing could happen to her. Yet there was no denying it. Despite the horrible pain she still occasionally felt in her brutally reamed ass-hole, something else was blotting out the agony. She was rippling with a new excitement. Out of the humiliation and shame, she began to feel voluptuous waves of pleasure that made the pain seem bearable ... yes ... even exciting!
Feeling the strange change in her, Harry thrust his blood-engorged tool deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously. The redhead was losing herself in the radiantly sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing clitoris and moaning quietly now as he continued to ravish her.
"You like it, don't you, bitch?" he said to her leering down at the girl's pumping hips. "Go ahead and admit it ... you dirty pigs are all the same! Screaming about how much you hate ass-fucking! But as soon as you get a good stiff cock up your ass-hole you like it!"
"Oooooohhhhh yyyyeeesssss," she answered, desperate now for more and more of the ecstasy he was bringing her with his assault on her love-bud by his furiously swinging balls.
"AH ... AAAHHH ... I'M COMING!" Harry suddenly cried out, tensing his body as the white-hot sperm began to flood into her rectal depths.
The kneeling redhead also felt her own excitement double. Her whole crotch was beginning to burn, but this time it wasn't pain that filled her. She was quivering with the first spasms of her coming orgasm and her heated clitoris was swollen and straining as his balls continued to slap into her.
"Don't stop!" she begged him. "Don't stop NOW!"
Harry was gasping with delight as his white sticky sperm began shooting far up into the tightly convulsing rectum of his latest victim. Beneath his straining body, the redhead felt the boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsing cuntal sheath gushed its warm liquid in complete response to the heavy, hair testicles that beat against it. Closing her eyes she could see wild explosions behind her eyes.
"More, I want more," she screamed, almost out of her mind with the need for more of the wonderful pleasure she felt for the first time. "Please
But Harry was through with her. After draining the last of his thick, male fluid into her wildly clasping anal canal, he pulled his still half-hard cock from her ass-hole and slumped to the floor, exhausted.
Released from the cruel grip of his hands, the redhead raised her battered young body upwards.
As her lust-charged brain reeled from her obscene experience, she suddenly saw with a gasp of horror that a man's figure was standing in the doorway that led from the front room to the hallway. In a chilling rush of awareness, she realized that it was the heavy-set apartment manager and that he had witnessed the entire obscene spectacle to which she had not only been forced to submit, but which she had come to enjoy. A sudden flood of shame and anger washed over her, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor, wishing she could die.
"What's the matter, baby?" Charlie asked, coming toward the exhausted couple on the floor. "I'll bet you been fucked in the ass in front of people before, right?"
"You bastards!" the redhead suddenly spat out at him. "You fixed this up between yourselves, didn't you? You send this creep up to see me and then came to watch! You Goddamned pervert!"
She was on her hands and knees now, trying to get up so she could rush the fat manager and beat him with her fists. But before she could get up, Harry pushed her back down onto the floor.
"Shut up!" he ordered her. When her cries of protest had stopped, he turned his blazing eyes on Charlie. "You fucking bastard! You gave me all that shit about fixing things up for me! 'She's waiting for you upstairs, Harry!' isn't that what you told me?"
Charlie had begun to laugh at the lewd sight of the pretty redhead so furious with him. Now, he choked back the giggles and a frightened look came into his eyes from the look on Harry's face.
"Hey, kid," he pleaded, "it was a joke. Just a joke! What'd you think? A good-looking bitch like this was going fuck a creep like you willingly?"
He knew he was pushing his luck but he couldn't resist laughing at the youth. To him, Harry was just a puny creep! What did he care about the boy's feelings?
Harry came up from the floor like an exploding animal, flailing at Charlie and sending the heavy-set man falling over a low chair behind him. His fists were everywhere, beating and pummeling the manager until his face was a bloody pulp.
"Jesus, stop it ... stop it, kid..." Charlie begged, trying to cover himself. He felt a terrible pain in his side as Harry kicked him again and again. "You're killing me...! "
Finally, Harry went limp, his rage temporarily subsiding. He stood above his employer, his heart pounding and his whole body shaking. His fists and feet ached and he wondered if he had broken any bones.
Charlie was moaning quietly, rolling around the floor as if afraid that the enraged youth would suddenly begin pounding him again.
The redheaded girl watched in silence, afraid that Harry's violent rage would extend to her if she moved or cried out. Her clothing was on the other side of the room and she was between Harry and the door so escape was impossible.
"Okay, Charlie," Harry said finally, "you got a nice little show. Now you and this cunt are going to put on a little exhibition for me! You and this snatch are gonna entertain me. I want you to get over her and lick my come out of her ass-hole!"
The girl gasped in disbelief. When Charlie made no move to obey him, Harry drew back his foot and kicked the older man again.
"Come on, I'm waiting!" he warned ominously. "Get over her and start sucking ass!"
His whole body protesting, Charlie began crawling over to where the girl waited. He looked up at the enraged Harry but he could see that there was no mercy in the boy's eyes.
'Come on, kid," he pleaded, "can't you take a little joke? Besides, you got to fuck her in the ass, didn't you?"
"Don't make him do that to me," the girl joined in, shame and revulsion washing over her from the lewd thought of the obscenity she was being asked to participate in.
"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" Harry screamed at them. His eyes were half-closed and there was a strange, almost obsessive look on his face. He knew he couldn't rest until the older, heavy-set manager had been humbled and degraded the way he had been since coming to work for him.
With a deep groan of surrender, the redheaded girl turned around and knelt in front of Charlie. Her breasts pressed into the hard, threadbare carpet and bruised her tender orbs. Her ass was waving invitingly in the air, causing her to flush with embarrassment. She could feel the remains of Harry's sticky sperm oozing out of her ravished ass-hole and running down her quivering thighs. Behind her, Charlie knelt, giving one last pleading look up at the youth.
"Fuck you, you fat creep!" Harry shouted, reveling in the look on Charlie's fat face at being called that. "Start licking that ass-hole right now. And I want you to get your tongue way up inside it, understand? I'm going to check her and I want that thing dry as a bone."
Charlie turned to face the girl's upturned buttocks. Gingerly, he pulled her ass-cheeks apart and looked down at the ravaged little orifice. He winced at the sight. It seemed incredibly obscene to him. The hairless, tiny puckered hole was torn and bruised from the brutal ass-rape and he could see the thin white strings of male sperm oozing out, mixed with fecal matter. Oh Jesus, he thought to himself, I'll never fuck another ass-hole in my life, I swear I won't!
"Get moving, creep!" Harry demanded, coming down to rest on his haunches next to the trembling couple.
Reluctantly, Charlie brought his face down against the ravaged crevice and put his tongue out tentatively.
Harry rapped the man's pear-shaped ass heavily with his fist and Charlie was suddenly propelled into the girl's upturned crotch. He began licking, tentatively at first, on her torn ass-hole, tasting the salty-sweet male come.
"Grind your ass back against his face," Harry demanded of the girl and she obeyed quickly, not wanting him to slap her.
In a moment the obscene couple were locked together by the older man's tongue stuck as far as it would go in the twisting girl's ass-hole. He licked and sucked the sperm out, desperately trying to think of something anything else! His nostrils were filled by the pungent aromas of Harry's body and the girl's juices.
Despite herself, the redhead felt a surge of erotic pleasure and involuntarily began to move her ass back and forth in a rotating motion against the tongue that licked her.
"You ought to be happy, Charlie," Harry laughed. "You're turning her on!"
Charlie groaned and continued his obscene licking. He pulled his tongue out of the girl's contracting ass-hole and started to lick the sticky male fluid off her tender inside thighs. He worked quickly, his face rubbing against the delicate fluttering lips of her cunt. The gleaming, velvety lips were gaping and open to him, exposing the pinkly velvet inner channel and it was all he could do to concentrate on what he was doing instead of sucking that I By God, he thought, I won't give this little creep the satisfaction of sucking cunt while he's watching!
The coppery taste of Harry's sperm was making him gag but he knew he had to continue or face the youth's irrational wrath again. There was no telling what Harry might do to him. He wished desperately that he had been more friendly to the thin youth. They could have been good friends could have shared each other's sexual escapades, just like they had done with the two girl's in the apartment that night. His cock was rising rapidly as he thought of the wild night of sucking and fucking with Harry's two victims Sarah and Barbi! Stop it! he thought to himself. Stop it!
Harry was watching with lust-glazed eyes, thoroughly enjoying the degradation of the older man. For the first time in months he powerful and able to control events. Never again would he become a foolish pawn in someone's perverted idea of humor. He was in charge now able to command the couple on the floor to do anything he wanted no matter how humiliating or obscene.
Suddenly he had an idea. He would punish Charlie even more. Make his revenge even sweeter! He grabbed a nearby lamp and pulled the cord off, stripping the twin wires apart. Satisfied, he bent down behind the ass-sucking man.
"Stick your hands back here, you fucking creep!" He loved the word. I'll bet he doesn't call anyone else that for the rest of his damned life he thought as Charlie reluctantly bent his arms back around his body.
"What are you doing?" the startled man cried, pulling his head from the gaping crotch, when he felt his wrists suddenly being tied tightly. There was real panic in his voice.
"Just shut up and keep licking ass-hole!" Harry replied, pulling the strong wires tight. He could see rolls of fat flesh where the wire cut into Charlie's wrists, but he didn't care.
He watched for a few minutes longer and then pulled the man off the moaning girl. She seemed to be on the verge of another orgasm from the tongue plunging into her crotch and she protested when she felt the man come away from her behind.
Harry stilled her cries of protest with a raised fist.
"I want you to do something for him now," he laughed. The redhead's face was wrinkled in confusion and her eyes darted back and forth between the two men. "I want you to suck his cock for him! But real slow, understand? I don't want him to come until I tell you!"
The girl moved quickly, kneeling in front of Charlie and unzipping his trousers. She pulled his hardened cock out of his pants and ovaled her mouth. The tiny pink tip of her tongue came out to touch the massive shaft and she didn't flinch. This was something that she understood! She had long ago lost tract of the number of cocks she had sucked. Not that she enjoyed it, of course. But it was sometimes quicker and less painless than letting some stranger labor over her body.
"Go on, suck it!" Harry ordered.
There was a look of rapture on the fat man's face as her head came down and her lips closed over the knob of his cock. He sighed aloud as the huge shaft slid easily into her dark, warm oral cavern. Her tongue whipped around the shaft expertly, teasing and nibbling at the heated organ, pulling and milking it obscenely, bringing him to orgasm the way she so often did to men.
Harry was smiling and fondling his own cock lewdly as the cock-sucking went on. He could see that Charlie was thoroughly enjoying this reveling in the smooth oral strokes that enveloped his throbbing cock and made his balls swell and ache with his seed.
"Not too fast, bitch!" Harry called out to the girl. "I want it to be good and slow. Make him beg you to finish him."
Harry pulled her body around so that her lewdly inviting ass was facing him. Her nakedly quivering cunt as gaping and open to his eyes and he began rubbing it sensuously, almost without thinking about what he was doing. His rapidly rubbing fingers moved through the glistening, hair-covered cuntal lips like a knife through butter, and the girl shivered as his fingertips touched her straining, meatly clitoris.
"Like that, baby?" he whispered to her. He smiled to himself as she began nodding her head rapidly up and down. "Good. Want me to get your rocks off for you?"
She nodded vigorously again. Laughing softly, he began to play her cunt as if it were a rare and valuable violin, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her body humped back at him and she moved her pelvis around in a lewd, frantic motion that left no question in his mind as to what she desired.
Harry suddenly felt the warm cuntal juices pour down over his fingers and heard her moan out her orgasm softly. He pulled his hand from her crotch and parted her buttocks, rising up on his knees, his throbbing cock pointed directly at the tiny puckered opening. With a sudden, savage movement he impaled her again, this time stretching her ass-hole wide with the first brutal lunge.
Harry began fucking smoothly and powerfully in and out, all the time watching for the expression of impending ecstasy on the older man's face. Charlie had his eyes closed and his face was contorted with frustrated lust from the girl's tongue holding him from the blast of his orgasm.
Then, without warning, Charlie's expression changed and a slow, smug smile flashed across his fat lips. Harry knew that his climax would be exploding into the girl's mouth in a few moments and he bent over the redhead's body.
"Is he ready?" he asked hoarsely.
She nodded her head, slowing the movement of her tongue on the heated shaft.
"Good," Harry said in a quiet voice, completely relaxed now. "Now bite his cock as hard as you can without biting it completely off. I want him hurtl"
She hesitated for a second and then brought her teeth together in a savage grip.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Charlie screamed in terrible agony. His eyes flew open and he tried desperately to pull away from the girl's mouth. He could see blood oozing out of the sides of her cock-stuffed oral cavity as stars exploded in the back of his brain and a searing sheet of fire consumed him.
The girl hung on like a terrier for a few seconds and then relaxed her jaws and let him pull his cock out of her mouth. He was still screaming as he fell back on the floor and tried to pull his wire-wrapped wrists apart. Every nerve in his body was afire and he could see the blood-seeping tooth marks that circled his rapidly deflating cock.
My God, he thought wildly, she's bitten it off!
Harry watched with relish, a wide smile on his face, his cock still rammed deeply into the girl's ass-hole. He could feel her thrusting back against his loins, inviting him to begin fucking her unmercifully ravaged ass-opening again. She turned and looked back over her shoulder at the chuckling youth, a little frightened by what she saw, but unable to bear the terrible frustration she felt as she remembered the delicious intensity of her previous orgasm.
"Do it," she called out to him urgently. "Fuck my ass-hole! DO ITTTTTTTTTT!"
But Harry brutally pulled his cock out of the girl's greedily sucking ass-hole and stood up. She was moaning and pleading with him, but he ignored her as he pulled on his jeans and t-shirt. Once dressed, he walked over to where Charlie lay in the throes of an agony so horrible that he could only groan and yelp out the pain that filled every nerve in his body.
"Charlie," he said slowly, looking down at the pain-wracked older man, "I'm sorry to have to tell you that I'm quitting. I'll pick up my things downstairs and be gone in a half an hour or so. In the meantime I want you two..." he paused and looked at the desperate redheaded girl, " ... I want you two to stay in this apartment and not make a move. If you come out of here before I leave or ever tell anyone about this I'll kill you both. Understand?"
The girl nodded quickly, but Charlie could only groan, lost in his own painful misery. He seemed uncomprehending.
"Don't worry," the girl whispered, "I'll make sure you've got plenty of time to split. And don't worry about either of us going to the police ... they'd laugh us out of town!"
Harry nodded and went toward the door. He stopped there and glanced back at the obscene tableau before opening. Then, he lifted his thin arm and waved at the girl.
"You staying here?" he called out to her. "I mean, in this apartment?"
She shrugged.
"Probably not," she replied. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be too welcome now that your fat friend won't be able to use his cock for a few weeks. Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. I thought I might look you up when and if I ever get back to L.A."
"But how will you be able to find me?"
Harry smiled with a mixture of mirth and sadness.
"Some night you'll wake up in your bedroom and I'll be standing there ready for a little ass-fucking! Yeh, I'll find you all right. You or somebody just like you!"
He was still smiling as he went out into the hallway and closed the door behind him.
And the voluptuous redheaded girl knew that he would.