get away from me right then, I’d have bit off his cock and stuffed it in me. I needed that hard tool more than any man ever needed a piece of ass.
I slipped down onto that hard cock, and when I felt the massive hunk of meat bust my cunt, I started to howl louder than Cassandra. I guess we both were oversexed that afternoon, because I only got about four strokes on Pedro before I started to come. It was a glorious sensation, the ultimate human act of pleasure, and Pedro shared it with me. I could feel him jizz inside of me, and that only made me come again, and then we fucked each other senseless.
Cassandra sort of passed out with joy, because after Pedro got through jizzing and his poor little pecker went soft, we had to stop. And then it took the longest time for us to get Cassandra back to her senses. Pedro finally had to get a cup of water and pour it onto her face, but we did get her function again. We all had to settle for a candy bar for lunch because the time was gone, but that was okay. And Cassandra and I had to give Pedro eight dollars each to help pay for the supplies we broke in the boxes, but that was a small price to pay for such a beautiful afternooner. Why, I’ve paid twice that much for a blouse or a pair of shoes, that didn’t bring me any real pleasure at all!
I still couldn’t think of a way to get Sam Bodie after me. And I had to see that serpentine cock of his if it was the last thing I ever did. Sam still scared me, and I had the feeling he was going to bring my death in a brutal way if he ever got me naked, yet I couldn’t resist the thought of holding his ugly cock in my hand.
“You’ve gotta be crazy,” Cassandra told me when I admitted my secret desire. “All those other girls he got to are terrified. Why do you want a mess with Sam?”
“He looks like a gorilla,” I told her. “Maybe I need to get fucked by an animal before I get satisfied?”
“You’ll never be satisfied, Martha. You got a hungry cunt and you’re stuck with it. Ain’t no man ever gonna satisfy you.”
“Nothing wrong with that is there?”
“Hell, no! That’s better than being frigid, like Sally Worthington.”
We all felt sorry for Sally. She was the librarian on the next floor, and she spent all day between those shelves of technical journals, afraid to smile at a mart. She was pretty, but she wore old-fashioned clothes and her horn-rim glasses and bun-tied hair were too severe for beauty. She made us nervous, which was a natural reaction. Nobody likes to see a Puritan in the middle of a sex-riddled office.
Maybe that’s why we decided to get her laid. Perhaps there was a bit of sadism involved, the way we did it, but maybe we were doing her a favor, too.
After all, nobody should be a virgin at thirty. A cunt was made for fucking, and emotions were put into a woman for her pleasure. Even when those emotions sometimes turn into horror while her lungs are filled with demonic screams.
We planned the violation very carefully. That part was easy, because in an office building this big here in New York, there’s plenty of opportunity to screw around. There are so many people that nobody knows who’s working or what the hell’s going on most of the time. And besides, the supervisors are the biggest jerkoffs of all. They’re always ready for something to break the monotony of their day. So when we said we were giving a party, everybody was ready. I think we said it was somebody’s birthday. But, at any rate, the party was set for Friday at five, when work was done. Naturally, half the office staff was drunk long before the appointed time, and some of them chickened out and went home, but that was just a way to weed out the party-poopers. There were still hundreds of us because people from the other floors came to join the fun. The more the merrier.
We pushed four desks together to put the whiskey on it, and we put the sandwiches in Mr. Digby’s office. But the important part was the library. Not everybody was in on the secret, and it almost got fouled up at the last minute. We tried to get Pedro Gonzales to fuck Sally Worthington, only he refused.
“I don’t wanta get mixed up with her!” Pedro shook his head. “No guy has to work that hard for it no more. Hell, there’s plenty of pussy these days!”
We even tried the janitor, but he refused, too. And the guys around the office already had their conquests staked out, so we were stuck for anybody to fuck Sally.
“What we gonna do, Martha?” Cassandra was getting anxious after the party started. “We gotta get somebody to screw her.”
I felt the same way, and so did the other girls and it had been hard enough to get Sally to stick around tonight. She was a real party-pooper. She never drank, she hardly ever talked, and the guys were ignoring her.
“I’ll only stay for a few minutes,” she had said when we cajoled her to the party. “I have to get home and reed my parakeets.”
CHAPTER TWO
We finally talked Danny into doing it to her. Danny was a runner, one of the boys who ran important papers between floors or across town when time was vital. He was a big boy, over six feet, with wild curly hair and sparkling blue eyes, and I wished I could have got him to fuck me instead of Sally. But this was important and it involved all of us girls, so I joined their bribes. We knew Danny wanted to advance in the company, that he fancied himself a future vice-president, so we told him we’d all help. We’d give good reports all around and help him get a better position.
“And all I gotta do is screw that old lady?”
We agreed to his terms, but I couldn’t understand why Danny was so much against the idea. Sally wasn’t old at all, but I suppose through the eyes of a sixteen-year-old boy, a woman, of thirty isn’t a chick any more.
We could have got into trouble the way we fed booze to Danny, only he seemed to hold his liquor real good. And it made him horny. He tried to screw me at six-thirty and I was willing, but the other girls fouled me up.
“You know what we’re here for, Martha,” they scolded me. “We can have our party later on.”
Getting Sally in the mood was another matter. One of the salesmen solved the problem. He told us go right at her, to “…rape the frigid bitch.”
We were kind of scared to do that, but he told us that once she felt a hand in her cunt, she’d go for it. That all sounded good, and it sounded very true, but all women weren’t put together the same way. Maybe Sally was one of those females who really didn’t like sex!
We got Sally in Mr. Digby’s big office. Told her to have a sandwich before she left for home. We figured there’d just be twelve of us, the ones who were really in on the forcible fuck, but even that big office couldn’t hold everybody who wanted to watch this moment of furious fucking.
Sally was standing by the desk looking over the sandwiches when we made Danny get her. “Grab her ass, Danny!”
“Pinch her tits, boy!”
“Give it to her good!”
Just knowing what was about to happen got me all hot and bothered until I was glad one of the salesmen was standing behind me with his rising cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass.
“Gee, I dunno…” Danny was going to chicken out.
But the mood was set and it was too late to back out now, with all us lecherous people egging him on. Somebody gave Danny a little push and he knocked into Sally.
“Oh, excuse me, Danny,” she turned slightly to smile at him.
And she saw the look on his face as she read the mood of the gang.
“I better leave!” she tried to push past Danny.
Until he grabbed her cunt.
“What are you doing! Ooowwwweeee!” she wailed as she tried to fight him off.
Right then most girls would start tearing off their underwear, but Sally Worthington acted like it was nightmare time. She screamed and kicked and bellowed like a stuck hog, and before you could say Jackie Robinson, she tore loose from that strong boy and came at us like a bulldozer. She wanted out of there. And she meant it.
But even a terrified person can’t knock down a whole room full of sex-crazed people, so we didn’t let her get away. We were in big trouble if we couldn’t make her like fucking, so we had to go all the way. One of the office
