"Please! Some-somebody will come, George!"
"Aw, shit, no! Nobody comes down here 'cept I ask 'em. Just stop your cryin', Missy – you're gonna like what I got fer you."
"No! No, I won't, George! Please, please – I'll pay you! I've got some money in my purse, upstairs – let me get it and I'll give you – twenty dollars!"
"I don't want your money."
"What… what do you want?"
He laughed. "Just your sweet pussy!"
Her blouse and her bra were coming off her shoulders, George raising her far enough to slip them off one arm and tug them from the front of her body. Then he released her, Cindy falling heavily to the cracked plastic sofa, her tern stinging her eyes.
"Please, George – I… I've never done it! I've never taken a… man!"
"Shit, you're a virgin?" He laughed. "That's even better, Missy – I ain't never had a cherry. I always wondered what it would be like to pop one."
His knee came off her back, and Cindy heard the rustling of his clothing. Frightened, she turned – and saw him dropping his green work pants, trying to pull them off over his work shoes. He cursed when they tangled, and had to sit on the edge of the couch, fighting the legs back until he could untie the shoes. He finished the job, and stood, still wearing his shirt and baggy cotton socks, his heavy prick pushing out between the tails of his shirt.
Oh, God! It wasn't anywhere near as big as Zeke's – at least, it wasn't as long. But it was fat, much thicker than the stockboy's prick, an inflamed red all over, even the bulging mushroom-shaped head. Cindy stared at the hole in the tip, saw a droplet of clear liquid well up to wink back at her. "Please!" she said, sobbing in a broken voice. "Please, George… let me go! Please!"
"Now that wouldn't at all be a act o' kindness, Missy," said the janitor. If it weren't for the wild stare in his eyes George wouldn't have been at all a bad looking man. His sandy hair was thin, and there was a place on his chin where he had missed with his razor this morning; but except for the knobby rod of his cock, there was no part of him that was really ugly.
And even his cock was… attractive…
Cindy swallowed, closing her eyes. My God, what was the matter with her? The itch was back in her cunt; she could feel the vaginal walls squeezing together, working against each other, working as though the cunt were already filed with the janitor's huge cock…
"Please."
George sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands rubbing up the back of her thighs to slide gently across the soft swelling of her buttocks. Cindy finished the job of turning as his fingers urged her to stretch out on her back, his thumbs working her skirt up to her waist. His hands reached for the mounds of her tits then, rubbing beneath them, bunching them into his fingers. It was a good feeling, the ten strong digits pressing into her flesh…
God! God, she couldn't stand it! She had to do something, had to have something to relieve the intolerable itching in her twat…
She did want him! God, I'm sorry… but I'm going to let him fuck me!
George bent, suddenly sucked one of the nipples into his mouth. Cindy gasped as his teeth nibbled at the outside of the areola, a half-dollar-sized circle that was brown against the white of her tit. His tongue laved the nubbin of the nipple, stabbing it into erection, a blast of fire moving through her like electricity.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Her hands went to the back of his head, her fingers moving through his greasy hair but not noticing the stuff as it coated them.
He began to suck hard against the nipple, his throat working, working, his fingers bunching the tit and shaping it into a cone. Cindy's belly crawled beneath him; he was between her legs, his cock pressed beneath his body where she couldn't feel it.
"Oh, George! George!"
"Yeah, I know, li'l lady." He raised his head, smiling. "Ol' George sure knows how to suck titty, that's what all the gals say. Hol' on while I rub up the other one fer ya, make you feel good all over."
His lips moved to the other breast, his chin digging sharply into the valley as he swung his head around. Cindy sighed with total pleasure as she felt his tongue move out, felt his saliva against the flesh of her tit. He nipped the nipple between his teeth, grinding them together until she gasped at the pain – but her hands pressed his head tighter against her tits.
"Oh, suck, George! Suck!"
"Ummmmm! Slrrrpppll!"
His lips moved down suddenly, wetting her belly, trying for her navel, to be stopped by the bunched skirt. He raised his head, wiping his mouth, Cindy feeling the patch of beard against the soft flesh of her stomach.
"Shit, take that damn thing off, will ya?"
Hardly knowing what she was doing, she moved quickly to obey, her fingers finding the button, then working the zipper down. She raised her hips, drawing up her knees, and George dragged the skirt over her legs, raising up to give her another look at the wonderful cock-stick jutting out from his groin. It was wetter than ever and a flaming red that inflamed her senses. He brought his face down again, his ass sticking up in the air.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The tongue moved quickly into her belly button, but did not stay there for more than a second. His face continued to move against her belly, his lips and tongue writhing against her groin, but he was working his way down… down coming close!
"Ohhhhhhh, God!"
George's tongue slurped across her mound, moving through the pubic patch and spreading the vulva. Cindy brought her knees up against the sides of his head as he turned around, raised one leg over her body, his prick sticking down against her belly. He backed up, Cindy staring straight into his asshole, the hairy buttocks disgusting as his cock dragged between her tits… and then the touch of his sex was firing her, firing her, firing…
"Oh, God! George! Suck… my… pussy!"
"Yeah, Missy, that's what I figgered on doin'," He lowered his head between her legs, his nose pushing through the crack of her mound until his tongue could reach in, past the outer lips, through the inner lips, digging deep, writhing against the thrusting, crawling cuntal walls.
Cindy gasped: "OH, JESUSSSS!"
His tongue moved deep into her pussy, slurping around gleefully, digging toward the entrance of her womb as his thumbs forced her legs apart, held the hairy slit wide open. Cindy drew her knees up until she could spread her thighs even wider, willing him to dig his tongue farther, to put his whole Goddamn head in there. My God, she could feel his teeth against her inner wall, his tongue fucking her so deep that she scarcely noticed when his cock banged against her face.
"Qhhhhhh, suck! Suck suck suck…"
He responded to her moans by twisting his mouth around, his lips pushed as far into her cunt as he could force them. Then he captured her clit, pushing it first with her tongue then sucking it between her teeth, finally capturing it into his tearing teeth.
"Owwwwww! Oh, Christ almighty!"
"What? I can't hear you?"
He raised his head, his chin and face waked with her juices, to look back at her.
"Suck my pecker, Missy!"
"Oh!" Cindy realized that her hand was holding the thing; she looked at it, felt its wet head against her palm. "Oh, no – I couldn't! I can't!"
"Shit! You can suck just as good as I can. Now Goddamn it, suck! Or you'll wish you had!" … what was he threatening to do? Cindy shuddered, afraid to know. Her stomach churned as she looked at the huge prick in her hand; it was trying to force itself forward, George twitching and working his asshole to make it jump. He dug his fingers into the mound of her cunt – sharply; Cindy jumped.
"Suck! Goddamn it, I'm good enough to suck your cunt, you can take my prick!"
He moved back against her face, his cock pushing over her chin, riding against her lips as his asscheeks lowered nearly to her eyes. Cindy shut them, but she could smell his male crotch stink, strong enough to make her sick. Then he sat on her face, and she could feel his asshole twitching against her eyes. His balls pressed against her nose, sagging down on either side as he lowered his weight, and his prick was now cutting off the air to her nostrils.