Chapter 3

The petite brunette pulled open the dresser drawer in the corner of her bedroom and fumbled around for something tight. Anything tight. Her hand grasped a pair of tight pedal pushers and she yanked them out, bringing half the contents of the drawer with her.

"Shit," she said as she gathered the stuff up and stuck it back in the drawer. She was about to dig in the clothes hamper for something more appealing than a pair of gray pedal pushers with a hole in the crotch, no matter how tight they may be, when she remembered that her roommate had a few tight things. She shoved the door shut and headed toward her room.

"Fucking no account bitch better keep something clean in there," she said to the empty hallway, knowing that she herself couldn't manage to keep anything clean at all. Probably came from doing your laundry once every six months, she figured, as she turned the knob to her friend's bedroom.

Fortunately Sally wasn't home. She had gone job-looking. She did that practically twice a week. So even though she wasn't working much, she was gone a lot. It was a nice arrangement. Elaine hadn't published a poem in about a year and had had to take in typing from the local university to make ends meet. And now, with Sally out of work, she was trying to make both their ends meet. And it wasn't working out too well.

She opened the blonde girl's closet and slid a few hangers around. There, hanging limply off one of them, was a lavender jump suit. Made of sheerest stretch nylon, it had to be better than what she could find in her room. She lifted it off the hanger, happy to have found something soft and sexy, at last.

Lavender matched her eyes, too. They were blue, with just a hint of something darker in them. Probably devilishness. Elaine and Sally had been roommates since Sally got out of secretarial school and Elaine finished bar tending school. Their schools were on the same block. Right around the corner, in fact. Elaine had so much trouble making martinis and figuring out what a Harvey Wallbanger was supposed to have in it, she almost dropped out, but finally did manage to graduate. The girls struck up a conversation one day under a cafe umbrella in the park, shared lunch, and got to be good friends in no time. They shared a lot. Neither of them could seem to find their niche in the world. They both felt they were failures, accidents waiting to happen. Or maybe it was just that their time hadn't come yet.

Elaine popped her sexy, petite figure into the slithering jump suit and pulled the thing up. She couldn't afford to wear underwear today. Excess baggage. Besides, she wanted Mr. Painsworth to see every ridge on her nipple, every wisp of her luscious auburn bush patch. She couldn't afford to have him miss a thing. The girls owed him a whopping bill in back rent.

She looked at herself in Sally's dresser mirror and arched her back hard. Her tits made lovely high rounds of delectable flesh under the material and they strained hard against it, threatening to burst out of the zipper. Her thighs hugged in there tightly, too, creating the impression that she had been poured into the thing. Or that she wasn't really wearing material, just a coat of thick paint. That was what she wanted.

"Bitch better not bitch cause I got her clothes on," she said aloud as she turned to profile and patted her pert, tight little backside. You could see everything inside that suit. "She owes half the back rent, after all."

"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" her doorbell rang as she picked up a hairbrush. Her long, straight chestnut hair would just have to wait.

She then checked her flawless make-up in the mirror. She seldom wore it. Her face was such a naturally adorable radiant little mask, she didn't need that kind of enhancement, but today, well, today was different. Today, in less than a minute from now, she was going to go to that door and let Mr. Painsworth in. And she was going to screw him. She was going to screw him for the back rent.

"Hi, Marty," she said as she opened the door and peeked shyly out into the hall. She had let part of her long, silky hair fall across her forehead seductively hiding part of one eye.

Mr. Painsworth was unused to hearing his tenants call him by his first name. In fact, he had no idea she even knew what it was.

"Hello, Miss McAlpine," the man said curtly. He stepped inside and looked around. The girls had kept the place up well enough, no nails in the wall, no pets, if only they had paid their rent on time, he wouldn't have to evict them. It hurt him to do that. And it cost him money, but his course was set. His wife had been nagging him about it all week.

"Won't you come in?" she said, going for the lower registers of her husky voice. It was lucky she had that kind of voice. And it was lucky she looked a lot older than her twenty-one years, whereas her roommate looked a lot younger than hers.

Mr. Painsworth sailed past her and stood with his hands in his lap as though her were about to say a benediction.

Elaine gritted her teeth and tried to ignore what she knew was coming next.

"I guess you know why I'm here, Miss McAlpine," the man said, rocking back onto his heels. He hated throwing tenants out, especially two girls as cute and sexy as these roommates, but his wife left him no choice.

"Let me guess," she said, wiggling her hot ass all the way over to where he was standing, "but if we're going to talk about it, please call me Elaine." Elaine stared hard at the short man rocking back and forth on the throw rug. He was slightly-balding, wore horn-rimmed glasses and smelled like moldy violets. But he had been friendly to her and Sally, up to now only made one phone call to remind them they were in arrears with the rent money, and had generally let them do their own thing and stayed pretty much out of their way. She wondered if she could seduce him in five minutes.

"Elaine," the man began ceremoniously, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you an ultimatum."

"Oh, Marty," the girl said, easing her way down into the sofa across from where he stood by feeling her way with her hands, "I hope you won't be too harsh with me. It's been a long day and I've had so much work to do."

"I know you're a hard-working girl, Elaine," the man said dourly, "I know because the neighbors are all the time complaining about your typewriter going all night. But that does not alter the basic issue."

"Which is?" Elaine said, twisting a little piece of her copper hair between her fingers and crossing her legs. They were covered, but if she'd had a bandaid on her knee, he could have seen the brand name.

"Please, Elaine," the man said, feeling a little hot under his collar. It was difficult being a tough landlord in these surroundings. They should be in his office, with his wife in the reception room, but here, with all this soft furniture and this soft little kitten purring up at him from the sofa.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" the girl asked, patting the sofa seat next to her. "we can talk better if you do. I've got a big thing for eye contact."

Marty Painsworth was developing a big thing for eye contact, too. Especially with that one eye of hers, the one he could see. The other one was hidden behind long tresses of spun gold and copper. He wanted to press that luscious metal into his palms. He tried to control himself as he sat down.

"I'm going to be frank. You owe me four hundred and fifty five dollars and forty seven cents. I have my bills to pay, too. I need the money. I'm not a well man, though I know I look fit enough. I have children in college, they need a grand a week. Bills, constant upkeep and repair of this place, and that's not to mention...." He broke off his words as he found himself staring very closely into Elaine McAlpine's lucid, batting blue eyes.

"I never noticed that before," she said, in her throatiest, most ardent voice.

"Noticed what?" he said, feeling a little annoyed at having been caught so off guard. "Your dimple."

"This?" the man said, pointing to a little impression on one side of his cheek. "This is not a dimple. It's a war wound."

Elaine through her gorgeous head back and laughed in her most cunning and gurgling manner.

"What's so funny?" the man from behind his thick glasses.

"I was just wondering if you would show me where it came out!" Elaine said, bringing her head to an upright position and licking her lips.

Marty chuckled a moment and brought his hand down to his knee to find that Elaine McAlpine's hand already rested there. He felt himself suddenly hopelessly given over to this girl. She was so captivating. So animal. So warm and sensual. And her tits were so big!

"So what is it, Elaine?" the man said, straightening his tie. "You trying to screw me for the back rent?"

Elaine felt a protest rise up in her throat but squelched it hard. Then she arched her back as hard as she could without cracking her spine and nodded her head in the naughtiest fashion she could find.

"Well, I don't think we should be doing it in the living room," the man said, patting the firm fingers that rested on his knee, now making their way toward his thigh. He figured they had about another four inches to go before they would meet head on with his pent up schlong, which was crashing around its cotton cage like a snake on amphetamines.

Elaine grinned at him and spidered her fingers up higher toward his cock basket.

"Why don't you take that thing down a little further and let me see you?" the man said, feeling his breath drawing in with ever increasing difficulty.

Elaine reached up and slowly worked the tight zipper down. She had only about an inch and a half to go before her full moons would come bouncing up out of the suit. When they did so, Marty gasped.

"God, that's a gorgeous sight," he said, stretching his hands out fully and reaching for her round, bouncing pair.

He squirmed hard as he made contact with the milky flesh of her tit loaves. They were incredibly voluptuous, soft, springy, solid. He brought his mouth down them and sucked one nipple hard between his teeth. It rose up like a bun in a micro-wave. He gobbled and slurped and pried his teeth around the whole circumference of her lustrous, bumpy nipples. He let his tongue circle them, play all the way around her whole tit, then slide into the succulent valley between and play with her crevice, then onto the other tit, around and around again. He could feel the moisture building up on them. He was getting them slick and juicy from his greedy, lapping tongue.

He's not much to look at, Elaine thought as she felt her knobs rising to meet his probing tongue, but he sure can suck tit!

The man felt his angry wand flail against his zipper track. He felt his huge, caged monster ramming and slamming up and down his underwear basket. He knew he would have to get some relief, and soon.

Just as he was about to let it out himself, Elaine reached her hand down and patted it.

"That feels like it wants out," she cooed like a turtle dove. "May I?"

"Oh, God, I hope so," the middle-aged man replied. His glasses had begun to get foggy and he let them down over his nose.

"You're hung like a horse," the girl purred, stroking his hard whang. "I'd like to wrap my lips around that."

Without another word, she slipped out from under his huge hands and slithered to the floor in neat sections. She grabbed for the metal tab on his zipper and worked it down slowly, tooth by tooth.

"This is exciting!!!!! " she said as she reached in and pulled out his hard prick.

She was really unsure of what she would find in there. The man was such a small guy. About five foot and four inches. Maybe shorter. He had big shoulders though and a king-sized nose, so no telling. But she was unprepared for the hairy monster she pulled out of his dark cave.

"Economy size!" she said, wondering where the hell she was going to put it after she did get it out.

The man sat back and felt more confident. He saw the girl looking down at his big rod and felt relaxed and amused. His wife had never acted very impressed with his cock, but this girl was definitely taking in the sights and admiring them.

"You've got a whang on you, Sir!" she said, surveying the hard log in her hands. "I just hope we can find a suitable spot for it."

The man shrugged his shoulders and tried to act nonchalant.

"How about your ass?" he said offhandedly.

"Huh?" Elaine said, wondering how she would be able to get both hands wrapped around it at once.

"Like I said, Elaine, you owe a lot of back rent."

"Oh," the girl said, feeling as defeated as Napoleon at Waterloo.

"You should get it nice and wet first though," he smiled, removing his glasses for the first time since early morning and setting them on the end table. "I don't want you should get hurt."

Elaine sat like a statue, until the man coughed a little and reminded her that she had his prick in her hand by pointing toward it. And what a huge, wild wick it was. She couldn't tell how many inches exactly, but she doubted her mouth would go around it.

She started in working the head, where she knew most of the action was. That might make him wet, at least. She spat on her fingers and slid them back and forth delicately across the wide knob of his cock tip. She worked the milky droplets of pre-cum around the whole circumference of his big dome and slid all five fingers around in it. She brought her other hand up and, opposing her fingers and thumb clung to the rim while she continued to play the dome with her fingers. It wasn't long before low, long moans came out of his mouth.

"Ohhhhhhh," he said, unable to remember the last time his wife had felt him up this way. The heat of arousal was making his collar wet.

"I hope you like a good hand job," she said, getting both her elbows into the act. She had to use all the muscles all the way up to her armpits, but she figured she could jack him off to climax at least.

"To a certain point," the man replied cocksurely.

Elaine felt her heart sink to her slippers. This guy knew what he wanted and he certainly had the purchasing power.

"You do that good," the man said, spreading his legs and watching the girl play around the rim and across the head of his massive hard salami.

"I want to do it good," Elaine said, in her sexiest lustiest voice.

He knew she wanted to do it good till he spilled his prick juice down her hand, but he also knew he had staying power. He hadn't been married twenty-six years to a frigid marine sergeant for nothing.

Elaine let her gripping fingers slide down onto his shaft. It was tough, leathery and hard. The skin was wrinkly and deeply-veined. The entire length of it was hard as elephant's hide. And totally intriguing. How had this little shrimp sprung such a massive cock anyhow?

Marty watched the girl's sure fingers slip down over his cock hood and slide along the shaft. They made their way down tightly and rammed against his balls a little as they hit the hilt. Then she brought them up again and he felt his belt buckle melt. This girl was turning him on like crazy.

"Take that thing off," he managed out his yellow tobacco-stained teeth, "I want to see your twat, you know."

Elaine continued playing up and down his thick, greasy hard shaft as she worked the jump suit down over her hips. Then she wiggled her butt out of the tight sticking thing and thrashed at it with her feet until it came off all the way.

"Now stand up," he said, "but keep playing with me. I love it."

And he did. Her sure, small hands were playing symphonies of mixed notes and rhythms against his wracking schlong. Sweeter than any music he had heard in a long time.

Elaine was masturbating him quite rapidly now. She sailed her hands up high and brought them down fast as she stood between her legs and bent over.

Marty felt his shaft oozing come. It felt like vanilla icing dripping off a hot cup cake. He felt the girl's long, silky strands of head hair dangling and brushing against his thighs as she stood there and jerked him, beat his hard, heavy, pulsating meat. The sights, the sounds, the smells, were engulfing him.

Elaine was sure she could get him to come, if only she would be allowed a few more minutes of this beating action. She felt her own bush burning a little as she spread her legs and allowed the man's hands between them.

He brought them up to her pussy lips and began rubbing them together with his fat, forceful fingers. She heard them clack like railroad cars along the tracks. She felt the sweet oozing of some joy juice slip out from between her thick, pink lips. The man knew what he was doing all right. She wondered who he'd been practicing on.

"Come up on my lap, Little Girl," the man said in a forced, fatherly voice, "come up and see what Daddy has here."

She edged toward the sofa and bent one knee up and brought it down on one side of him. Then, balancing on that one, and with the help of his firm hand circling her waist, she lifted the other one off the floor and slapped it down on his other side.

She sat there with her knees spread wide, her cunt pointing to within inches from the man's rocking, reeling hard schlong point.

She lowered her cunt down and spread her moist, hot pussy lips apart. She entwined his throbbing pecker pole with them and rubbed to get both of them hot from the friction.

"Ooooooh," the man said, rolling his eyes back and thrusting his hips high up off the chair. "That's a lot of something, I can't figure out what."

He chuckled a little and felt his temperature rise another ten degrees. He played with the girl's hot tits as she bounced on her knees and rode her cunt lips along his prick and around the head. Tip to lips. It was a satisfying juxtaposition.

Elaine was about to sink right down onto the man's flailing pecker stick, slide right over his greased cock pole, but as she got into position to do so, unable to hold herself back much longer, like it or not, he braced her around the waist with his huge hands and stopped her in her tracks.

"Huh, uh, Honey," he said, shaking his big sorrowful head at her, "remember, up your ass."

Elaine was about to protest when he lifted her up smart and plopped, her down again so that her oozing brown sphincter was touching the crown of his fuck stick.

"Oh, golly," was all she make out as he began working the flat part of cock dome up around her brown and pink anus muscle. "I don't see how that's ever going to go in.'

"Watch," the man said, bringing a handful of spitum and saliva around and caressing his dick with it. "And listen."

He pulled the girl's legs hard apart with his hands and stuck his hips high up into the air. He worked his slimy throbbing head up into the tightly resisting shit vent and kept wiggling it hard until it made a little headway right in there.

"Owwwwww!" Elaine called out, wishing to hell her glorious roommate could be here to share her half of the expenses about now.

"God, you're tight,' said the little man with the big dick.

He rode his stiff prick right up inside her bung hole. He pressed his fleshy loaf past her anal sphincter and right up into her poop chute. He worked his hot, hard, heaving heavy prick tip along her gripping sphincter wall and up ass. He pumped his big, red meat pole inside her. He thrust his hips up and down and fucked the shit right out of her.

"Gooooooooooood," he screamed as he felt his cock tingling at every pore, the hot lust welling up inside his bowels.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww," Elaine let out of her clenched teeth in a rush of pain and pleasure. The little man's prick was turning her on so hard and so bad and so completely, she had to grab her own clit between her fingers to relieve the pain.

"Fuck here it comes," the man said, screwing his cock hard into her butt. "I'm gonna blow my top." He rocked hard up inside her and let go his man load in one swift kick of the bucket. He shot his jism trail up high into her bowels and poured his spunk portion all over her hot, wiggling insides. The tightness of the place, the grip of her ass muscles, the heat from her bowels. He was fucking the fiery pits of hell, no, he was the fiery pits of hell. He was the devil. He was the devil and he was fucking like the devil.

Again and again and again, the man brought his pecker up inside Elaine's hot white ass hole. It felt like a poker sending live sparks up inside her bung hole. She couldn't get her air. She was gasping for breath and riding the man's big pecker log for all she could stand. She grabbed her clit and beat it intently. She brought her fingers to her love button and pushed non-stop as the man plugged her ass hole. She rode him hard and jerked herself off to a climax as she felt the sting of the man's piercing blade slide in and out her hot ass cheeks.

"Shiiiiiiit!" she hollered so loud a man working on the roof looked up, "I'm cominggggggggg. ... . ... "' She whacked herself hard and firm and spilled her clear liquid joy juice out her cunt, out her ass, out her mouth.

Every fiber of her being was screaming with rage, pain, desire, lust and heat. She came in every direction, every muscle worked together, then in opposition to release her of her come load. She came hard as she rode the man's big prick down to her butt hilt.