One floor above, someone was thinking identical thoughts. Margaret Sorenson plumped up her feather pillow for the fourth time that night and peeled up the afghan that sat folded at the foot of her man-empty bed. Already she'd taken one Sominex, and it had done nothing but depress her and make her feet tingle with a strange, drugged sensation. And it was late, the clock warned, as she finally sat up in bed and flicked on the night lamp beside her bed, standing next to the photograph of Sandor.
With a groan of self-loathing, she lovingly picked up the metal framed photograph of her deceased husband. He stood on a pier, a huge oceanliner behind him; it was taken in 1968 when she and Sandor got off the boat to face their destiny in America. How happy and vibrant he looked! Margaret blinked back the tears, bit into her lip and put it back to its bedside grave.
What would dear, wonderful Sandor think if he knew that at that very moment she lay in bed lonely and anguished… for the want of another man! A man who had given her his love with promises for more, and then carefully avoided her.
She wailed, covering her face with her hands, a wave of remorse washing over her as she struggled to keep from going to Roger's door and pounding angry fists against it. Where was the love she needed so badly? She'd done everything she could to please him – cooked for him, cleaned for him, and… and oh my God, he realized she'd done that too. She'd had oral love with him.
No! Her Swedish pride screamed a shaking finger at her. She couldn't go down there and embarrass herself in front of him. But damn! Roger was all she had now, and she couldn't stand to lose him too. Instead, she would take another sleeping pill, count sheep, and cry herself to sleep. But never, never would she humiliate herself in front of him.
The pill sipped easily down her throat and she turned off the lights…
One floor below, Sandy's hips were moving with a savage rhythm now, grinding up against her landlord's hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the dual pace of his cock and finger ravaging both hot hungry holes down there between her quivering legs.
"Yes, yes, Goddamn it yes! Fuck me, oh, shit, yes. Fuck me, darling!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Roger's pelvis, knocking the sofa cushions askew in her mindless passion.
The wanton young girl opened her eyes… she could see the clear unmistakable silhouette of a man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly, looking down between her upturned thighs and saw the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her wildly quivering cunt. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, driving the thick gleaming pole up into the hot wetness of her tightly clasping tunnel. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in fact, it almost seemed right… she needed a man, any man, his face was of no importance. What she needed – what she yearned for – was buried deliciously now up between her smooth bare thighs.
The ecstasy soon reached a bone-shattering peak. "Oh, God, yes, don't stop! Fuck me like this forever, baby! Don't stop! Yes, oh yes, fuck me!" She grunted her words into the chill darkness, grinding her naked young ass up against him faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of hot flesh that was skewering her like a heavy hunk of meat, pounding its long way deeper and deeper up into her belly with a frantic, animal tempo.
It was impossible to keep up the heated pace any longer; she felt too Goddamned good. Roger could not hold back another second, and he took one lustful look at the abandonedly writhing young brunette pinned helplessly beneath the weight of his body and began fast, pushing thrusts that buried his powerfully pulsating prick right up to the pubic hairs on his pelvis with each and every deep, skewering lunge. Faster and faster he pounded, far up into her hot raging little belly, every muscle tensed, sweat dripping from his chest and thighs, faster, harder, deeper…
"No, no, please! Wait! Please wait just a little longer…!" Sandy cried, as she realized he was about to cum. But it was too late, for Roger's lips parted and a long low groan of relief escaped as his sperm-swollen balls heatedly pumped spurt after spurt of white hot cum deep into her quivering cunt. The brunette girl ground her frantically writhing loins up tightly against his pelvis in a futile attempt to halt the warm flow, but she was betrayed by her own eager cunt which hungrily milked his jerking cock, until every last drop of his viscous load was sloshing deep up inside her passion distended womb.
Roger pulled himself off the still squirming girl, his cock slithering wetly from her heated depths as the thickly bearded pink lips of her cunt reluctantly released their prize. A thin string of white stickiness hung momentarily from the tip of his limply dangling cock before it fell onto her smooth unblemished thighs.
Sandy lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could considering the sexual turmoil churning in her loins, as Roger stretched out beside her, his prick lying uselessly between his wide-spread thighs. Her full young breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath to fill her passion-emptied lungs and still the flames of undiluted passion raging uncontrollably in her cunt – a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still painfully awaited relief. Without any conscious effort, as if in a dream and she was alone with no one to witness her shamefulness, her own hands began to ease slowly along the flat expanse of her belly, drawn as if by magic to the fluffy little vee between her thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the puffy hot lips of her wetly hungry crevice, and a jolt of excitement shot through her torso as she began caressing the incredibly sensitive folds. One outstretched slender finger slipped inside the sperm soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the softly moist walls close involuntarily around the invader, hungrily gasping at anything to fill the painful void.
She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move ever so slightly; and she saw Roger kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his long penis clutched between the clenched fingers of his left hand like some menacing weapon at the ready. Above her like that in the nearly blackened room, he towered over her like some medieval giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his rubbery cock, and he watched her, pleased with himself, as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy pole dangling from his wet, hair-covered loins. As she stared, mesmerized, it began to swell, only a little at first, in a tiny quivering crawl, then more, in pulsating movements of new growth as the momentum of desire grew stronger within him.
"You don't have to play with yourself, baby. I've got all the cock you can handle," he lewdly grinned. "Now turn over like a good little girl, and I'll show you what I mean…"
Sandy rolled over obediently on the couch, smearing the sticky trail of sperm from her thighs onto the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, waiting for him to tell her what to do; she knew men like to give the orders, and she didn't mind obeying, particularly if it meant another taste of that magnificent penis. Anyway, she'd always liked it dog-fashion from behind; on her knees the penetration seemed even deeper, and that was perfect as far as she was concerned…
Twenty minutes had passed in that lonely, rucked up bed with only Margaret's mature body messing it up with tossing and turning. Her mind was like a movie camera, clicking off mental images of herself with Roger last night. Oh, what she wouldn't give for an instant replay of that wonderful, wonderful cock of his in her hungry mouth. It had felt so good. She'd give anything to have it there right now!