Chapter 8
Mona adjusted quickly to her new position and within a couple of weeks she was beginning to feel relaxed and a little more secure. But that wasn't all she had to be proud of. Because for almost a full month she had succeeded in resisting the temptation of exposing herself in public.
She sighed wistfully, as she congratulated herself for the accomplishment thus far. But she wasn't really fooling herself. It wouldn't be long before that old familiar ache between her legs would once more become too much for her to bear.
Suddenly, she squeezed her eyes shut tight, forcing this line of thinking from her mind. Why not consider the prospects. That, at least, provided a more optimistic point of view, she told herself.
There weren't that many good-looking guys in her section. But then, she'd have been game for any man, the first man to speak a kind word to her, or even hint that he might have an interest in her.
For instance, that guy Bob. He wasn't bad-looking at all. But she had to admit that it wasn't his good looks that aroused her curiosity about him. What was the bit with the stockroom, and those three girls? She was under the strong impression that the three girls' jobs were much the same as her own. What other privilege, or responsibility was it that allowed them constant access to the stock room? And the visits were so sporadic.
Sometimes two of the girls would make four or five visits a day, while one might make only one or two. Or then again, it might be the other two-sometimes all three.
Hmmm. Dewey, Brock, Bob, Anne, Louise and Lorraine. Three girls, three boys.
Mona decided that she would simply keep her eyes and ears open, and merely "observe" the happenings. Sooner or later something might break to give her an indication as to what was going on. And besides, wondering about them sort of helped to keep her mind off her pussy.
Oh goodness. She had allowed herself to think that word again. Instantly, she tried to force down the glowing warmth that began to creep up from the bowels of her belly. No! She had made a promise. Do not try to bottle it up inside. Get hot-go release the valve. For it was always the summation of those days she went without fingering herself off, that she finally exploded, and found herself riding the trains, looking for someone to show herself off to.
No. She wouldn't try to keep it inside. A quick finger, and the pressure would be released. Then she could go back to work.
So, away to the ladies room she went.
But on the very next day the strangest thing happened to trigger her off to even greater heights of curiosity. At about a quarter to twelve, just before lunch, each of the three girls left their desk-something like one minute apart from each other-and went into the stockroom.
But as the last girl entered, Mona could swear that she saw-a pair of panties-on the floor. No. She had to be mistaken. But her mind was awhirl with lewd thoughts and images. And her curiosity shot up sky high. She "had" to find out what was happening. Maybe it was just what she was looking for.
Somewhere inside her, a voice was saying:
Take it easy, don't get your hopes up, it's nothing, you're getting too worked up. But the tone and the volume of the voice became much fainter second by second. Mona was ready for some action. And if there was the slightest chance that there was something going on in the stockroom...
She gripped the edge of her chair, forcing herself to sit still. But then, a minute later, Dewey came down towards the back of the office, looked around like he usually did, like he was checking over the workers, then he went straight to the stockroom.
Mona raised up from her chair. Then plunked back down. She was going crazy. She had to be losing her marbles to think that someone would be fucking in the stockroom. It was, crazy to think that anything relating to sex could be happening in a stockroom.
But her willpower was draining fast, as Brock now approached the rear of the office, and he too, went into the stockroom. And now Bob, with his office just outside; he also got up and went into the stockroom.
Fuck it! They can fire me, black-list me, cut off my pension plan, do anything they damn well want to.
And with that thought in mind, and a mental preparation to accept the consequences should there be any to befall her, Mona got up from her chair and walked straight to the place that housed so much mystery to her rampant imagination.
A premonition-or maybe it was the gasp from Louise's mouth that told her she was on the right track. In any case, she entered the stockroom, closed the door quickly, and stood there, back pressed up against the door, her mouth agape, and her eyes about to burst out of their sockets.
Bingo! Jackpot! A solid home run! They say that there is gold in them thar hills, but she'd have gladly traded all there was, and all there ever would be, for the sight that greeted her eyes.
Brock was stretched out on his stomach, his face buried deep between Anne's thighs. Louise was jacking off Mr. Dewey, and Bob was putting it to Lorraine doggy-fashion. And what Mona smelled was the mixed blend of male and female come-juice.
Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing-everyone except Bob. He looked around (never missing a stroke), and took in an eyeful; the soft line of her shapely legs, her pleasure dimpled knees, the soft, smooth glow of her full thighs, and slightly flaring hips, and enough tittie to rest a man's head quite comfortably, till death did he part.
That was enough for Bob. "Sit down, please, and wait your turn." He put the words together as best he could, because he was applying one hell of a fucking to Lorraine's womanly snatch.
Her pussy was hot and snapping at his cock like a snapdragon.
A sheet of heat engulfed Mona. Her eyes grew hot, and her heart pounded beneath her breasts with terrific force. Her mouth was dry and her pussy was moist-very moist.
He could say what the fuck he wanted to, but she was creaming in her panties already. She couldn't possibly wait until he got good and ready to do her pussy. She had to release some of the pressure NOW! And by hell, she did.
She all but tore her panties off her hips, and down her thighs and legs; stepped out of them, and damned near tripped herself up. Her hands were at her pussy in a flash. And she twiddled her sweet clitoris at a furious pace.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhh," Lorraine gasped, as she felt the blessed relief melting from her, its sweet warmth already dribbling down the insides of her thighs.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, Bob."
And as the lesser waves of the terrific onslaught coursed through her body, Bob whipped his prick from her smoking hole, and laid her to one side. She gasped, as her pussy snapped shut with a juicy pop, sending titillating sensations vibrating through her clit, and spreading throughout her being.
"Cock!" Mona breathed, as if daring to say the name loud. "Cock. Good, sweet cock. Hard and stiff, cock! Cock, cock cock!
"Shhh, not so loud, you want-"
"Oh please," she whimpered softly. "Please, somebody, fuck me. Please fuck me."
Well, needless to say, Bob took immediate steps to solve the young woman's problem. She was all too obvious in her suffering.
His first instincts were that of the great protector. He wanted to take this gorgeous piece of wanton womanhood into his arms so that she might ever be protected from the cold of the world outside; to kiss away her tears that she might never cry again; nor express the worth of pain. He wanted to let her bask in the strength of his manhood.
But on second thought, that was not what she wanted. That was not what she needed. Her utmost desire, he determined wisely, was to be fucked blind, till she was out of her head with passion and exquisite joy.
So firm, his grasp; he pulled her to him, then laid her down on the floor. She parted her legs widely. And in the heat of her passion, she raised and lowered her knees, impatiently awaiting the reward of her long, long wait. Bob knew as he knelt down to her, that this was where he would leave his seed-right into the sweet depths of her body. For at this moment, this place, this particular time; she deserved it much more than anyone else in the room.
like the lance of a christened knight, he challenged the entrance to her love; then slipped between the treasured gates of labia, and up into the sheath, until he was fully clothed in all her warmth and wetness. She took him all, and dared not spare an inch.
Along the hallowed walls he pressed his advantage still; sparing not the rod, nor the strength of his motivation.
A shudder of pure delight rocked her body. And everyone in the room was being turned on by the intensity of her passionate exclamations.
"You don't belong to me, I know," she gasped," but I need you so. I need what you alone can provide."
A lusty moan escaped her lips as Bob thrust hard into her. She wanted to speak-to thank him for the great service he was doing for her. But every time she tried to utter a word, Bob shot deep into her, sounding bottom. And each time he hit the bottom, her voice broke into a long and tremendous sigh of pleasure.
"Ohhh," she breathed. Then, "ohh, awww, ahh, ohh, fuck me hard, make the bells ring."
Bob drew back mightily, then launched his shaft into her with all his might. She cried out in her violent passion. And Bob launched into her hard again. He was making the bells ring; and he heard her breathe in a barely audible whisper; "Louder, baby, louder. Louder! LOUDER! LOUDERRR!"
She began throwing her cunt up around his cock at a maddening pace. The beads of sweat formed around her nose and cheeks like jeweled freckles. Her mouth was open, completely exposing the soft pink lining of her inner mouth and jaw as she cooed, her voice boldly testifying to the tremendously satisfying fuck that rocked her exposed titties. For in the heat of her passion, she herself, had undone the buttons that lined down the front of her blouse. She wore no bra.
Her eyes were closed tight, her hair a disarrangement of abstract lines, like a painter had gone wild while capturing her hair on canvas.
Lorraine now grew fearful of the torturous outcries of unbridled lust.
Louise began to fidget, torn between the wild desire to masturbate herself or to run from the room before the other workers discovered them, while Anne was completely captivated by the unparalleled scene of lust before her.
"Oh, louder..." Mona cried. "LOUDER-LOUDER," she wailed, until finally, she began kicking her legs like her ass was glued to the hot seat of a bicycling exerciser. She was running-kicking in mid air-bucking, tossing, furiously twisting her ass about. But throughout the sporadic bout, Bob not only maintained the steady pounding of his vicious thrusts, but he increased with strength each terrible stroke as he piped hot shaft to the burning pussy beneath him.
Again and again, he nailed her ass to the floor, until in one long wail, like the screaming of a banshee, Mona lay in the violent throes of a violent orgasm.
The waves were shattering, the convulsions strong, and excited Bob into reaching his own climax. And he spurted off heavily into the depths of her aching, now cooling cunt.
Finally nothing else in the room moved, save the come dripping from the tips of Dewey's and Brock's pricks, and the steady ooze of three other wet cunts, and at last, but finally, the exhausted mixture of Mona's and Bob's love-cream, which now ran warmly down between the crack of Mona's ass, and dribbled on to the floor.
The door to the stockroom burst open, and three men crowded into the small entrance.
"Close the damn door, will you!" Lorraine hissed viciously at their ignorance and stupidity.
They wedged themselves in, neither realizing, nor remembering later just who closed the door. For they all stood there for a second or two, their mouths a total gap of disbelief.
Finally one of them snapped out of it. "Hot damn! Nothing like a warmed over meal."
"And I'm known for eatin' my fuckin', " chimed another.
But the third one was the fellow who had come in before and caught them all in the room fucking. He said nothing, but his eyes darted from one hot-looking box to another, as he sucked in the whole scene into his scope. But they had no sooner said this when the door opened again, and two of the secretaries peered inside.
One of the fellows standing closest to the door yanked them both in by the arm. "Can always use some fresh stuff, too, you know!"
"What's going on?" one of the girls asked fearfully.
"Nothing! Don't worry about it. Nothing will happen to you!" Bob spoke. "You can split if you like; but not until we are all dressed. Understand?"
Neither of the girls heard a word he said. They were too busy looking at the exposed and hairy twats lying there on the floor, sitting on boxes-Anne still curled up in a corner-things happening just a little too fast for her-but she was still alert-watching for a signal from Bob or Lorraine. She was ready if they were. Ready to get the hell out of there-and fast!
"Okay, everybody can start getting dressed. You three fellows that just came in ... we'll talk later. But not now. There are too many of us in here. Someone has to know something is happening in here now."
"Now wait just a-"
Bob had had just about enough shit for the day, and he was filled up to the hilt with giving explanations. So without any warning, he slammed his fist into the speaker's face, sending him sprawling into a stack of supplies piled up against the wall; spun quickly around and readied for any hint of danger from the other two.
There was none.
"I said I'd get back to you guys. No one's trying to cut you out of anything; but do you want to ruin it before it's even started?"
"It sounds all right to me," one of them quickly stated.
"Then get this fucker out of here, and keep him cool!"
Dewey said nothing as he commenced putting on his trousers and fastening them up. While Brock worked his trousers up and buttoned up too, and at the same time he worked the muscles in his jaw up and down with increasing anger and vengeful bitterness.
This new guy, Brock ascertained, had one hell of a way of saying, "please." And Brock didn't like it one bit-not one motherfucking bit.
"You want to see me when this is over?" Bob addressed Dewey with his eyes. And Dewey nodded.
"Do we have to put these things back on?" Lorraine asked, holding up a filmy pair of panties.
Bob smiled. Lorraine collected the other's panties, Louise's and Anne's, and put them under one of the boxes.
"We'll come back for them later-one of us will anyway."
"Could I say something please?" It was one of the secretaries who had stumbled onto them by accident when the noise had broken out.
"What's up?" That was all Bob said.
"Well ... if this is going to be anything like an office orgy or something, well, I mean ... I might be interested, that is, if someone was to provide me with the ground rules."
"What about your girlfriend?"
"I can speak for myself, if you don't mind. And I would have a piece of this action if you paid me-"
"Pay you? You have a hell of a lot of nerve," Lorraine hissed.
"Well," Bob proceeded, "is there anyone here you'd like to hurt, or get back at?"
"If you mean to be asking if I will keep my mouth shut about what I've seen-sure. But how soon do we start?"
"You'll get the word," Bob said.
Faces anxious with concern, and long-nosed busybodies, watched the procession marching from the stockroom.
"Everything's okay," Dewey said to them, holding up his hand for their complete attention, and throwing on his award-winning smile.
"One of the girls fainted, and we had a little trouble bringing her too."
"Oh gosh," came a gasp from some of the workers, as they quickly exchanged their verbal surprise; their day was now complete-for there I had been brought into their hum-drum lives, at least, a little excitement. And to make it look real, Dewey gave Anne the rest of the day off, telling the other workers that she was going to the doctor's.
Back in Dewey's office, Bob spoke:
"I was thinking about having an office party. You know-human relations-reward for faithful workers, etc."
"That's impossible," Dewey stuttered.
"Come on, don't give me that shit. You know you carry the weight to bring something like that off ... and soon!"
"I don't know . ... "
"I've got it. Just think about how good it's been getting your prick sucked off these past few weeks. Now you mean to tell me you'd give up the chance to have one hell of a blow-job from not just one girl, but from two or three-four even-no telling how many of these girls would fuck under the right kind of circumstances."
"I'll see what I can do," Dewey said.
"Don't see about it. Do it!"
"Now there you go, ordering someone else around again. For the past couple of weeks I've been thinking that maybe I've been wrong about you-maybe it was just a personality conflict between us. But with this bullshit attitude of yours-"
"Okay, okay. You pull this party off and I'll see for myself just how much you like me, or just how much of a chance we have of sharing something else besides blackmail."
"All right. Now can I get back to work?"
Bob left.
The next following Monday, Bob told the girls that he had succeeded in securing an apartment and that they could all move in together, and at their earliest convenience.
The girls were delighted, and said that they would have all their belongings moved in by Friday.
That night, they decided to celebrate the new apartment.
Louise was taking a bath with Anne. Bob I and Lorraine had already bathed, and now sat in the living room talking.
"What about this new girl Mona?" Lorraine asked.
"What about her?"
"She-likes us a lot. She talks about you constantly."
"You sure she's not just looking for a free hand-out? Because, she 'does' know we moved in together?"
"Yes. We told her. And, no! She has her own place. But she told us at lunch that next day after you fucked her, that it was the first time in her life. Up until that day, she had done nothing but jerk herself off."
"Aw, come on. No chick could be as hot as ! she is, and never been fucked."
"Well I believe her. She told us a lot. And I I feel sorry for her, Bob."
"So what do you want me to do?"
Lorraine smiled. "Fuck her. It's the greatest I gift you could give her."
"For pete's sake, Lorraine. Now I'm to go wherever this chick is on certain nights and fuck her, empty my balls into her, and then shuffle back here?"
"She could move in here. And as a matter-of-fact, you could stop working if you wanted to."
"So now I'm to be a pimp now, huh? Or better yet, a gigolo-you girls really don't care who gets a piece of my dick, do you? I mean, look at it from my point of view. I've got three chicks. Three! And every one of you need a steady supply of cock. Now I admit I'm good in bed but-"
"Yeah, okay, Mr. Big-Prick, okay. Forget I said anything about it."
There were a couple qf moments of silence between them. And in the silence they could hear the other two girls splashing and giggling in the bathroom.
"It might not be such a bad idea..." Bob started.
"Come on, Bob. I'm not angry with you. You're the man-my man-our man. And I agreed with the other girls that you are calling the shots. I guess I was just being a woman. I really felt sorry for the girl. That's all."
"I know you do. And the point is I keep remembering how she acted that day. She was really turned on."
"Who was turned on?" Anne asked from the doorway. She and Louise were standing there in the nude, calmly drying themselves off, drying off the loose ends of their hair that had somehow managed to get wet.
"Mona," Lorraine answered.
"We gonna take her?" Louise shot.
"Yeah, are we? Huh? Are we really?"
Bob understood that they had all evidently discussed it among themselves, and were "for" the idea.
"It can probably work, so long as all of you are in agreement."
They answered that they were in total agreement. Mona should be taken in.
"Okay. Let's see how it works. But if it keeps on like this, I just might have to bring in another stud."
"Nobody, but nobody's getting any of this pussy but you, baby," Anne smiled seductively.
Lorraine's hand was already on his cock, and Bob lay back on the sofa. He could see it coming. They were going to start right there in the living room.
Lorraine now pulled back the flap of his bathrobe, to complete exposing his cock. He was already stiff as a brick. The other girls joined in, slinking down on the sofa, stroking his head, rubbing his temples, and in general making him feel like King Tut with his butt out of the rut.
Bob had just rolled over on top of Anne, and was about to nudge his nose into her slot, when the doorbell rang.
It was about ten-thirty.
"Who the hell would that be?" Bob frowned.
No one answered him. Louise got up and went to the door, as Bob raised his eyebrows at the idea of her not bothering to put on anything to cover herself up.
Mona walked in, past Louise, immediately appraising the scene, and stripping off her clothes as she approached the sofa.
Bob wanted to gently rebuke the girls for the sneaky way they set him up. But the feel of Lorraine's hand around his cock was getting good to him.
Slowly, Anne untied the belt to his robe, while Mona wasted no time opening his robe all the way. She ran her hands across the hardness of his chest, then down the flat of his stomach. She bent her head down on his chest and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth.
Bob touched the softness of her knee and slid his hand up the softness of her thigh till it joined with the other. She was moist already and hot to the touch. He slipped his fingers between the simmering goodness and up into her.
She wriggled her pussy over his hand.
Louise joined them and brought her head down over the erect phallus which Lorraine was firmly stroking with an up and down movement. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could and laved the underside of the cock. Then, taking as much of it in her mouth as she could, she sucked it hard and long until her mouth came to the tip of the head. She went down on him again. This time taking long hard sucks at the base of his prick. She could feel the hair of his crotch washing her face like a long hair coat. And she liked the sensation it gave her.
She began to finger her pussy while she sucked. She enjoyed the satisfaction she felt at both ends. Suddenly, she felt another hand at her pussy. It was Anne. She was wiping her hand in Louise's pussy, as if she were actually washing or drying her hands on a cloth towel.
Then Louise felt Anne slip three fingers up her. Shit, it felt good. This freaky stuff was beginning to turn her on more and more. She removed her own fingers from her pussy and pushed them up to Bob's nose. Yes, he smelled it. Uh-huh. Go right ahead, he thought.
She did. She put her fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them, licking off all the pussy juice. He liked the way Louise tasted. How would one go about describing the taste of Louise's pussy?
But then, how would one go about describing the beautiful blow-job she was giving him?
Louise took one last turn around the tip of his cock. Then he felt her mouth lift up off him. He was about to protest when he felt his cock encased once more. But it wasn't Louise because she was at the end of the sofa now, with her legs widely spread while Anne feasted between them.
It was Lorraine sucking him now. Her tongue was a torturous rush of maddening twirls just beneath the head of his prick. She was giving him a furious licking right there.
He could feel his cock thickening, swelling against the maddening sensations. Somehow or another, she was managing to almost rap her tongue around the circumference of his shaft. The feeling was indescribable. Then she bit him, and he yelped.
Biting was new to Bob. But he hoped she would do it again. She did. Taking little nicks into the shaft of his throbbing cock, Lorraine put one of her hands down to his balls and began to coddle them. Bob felt the balls moving around in the sac. He knew that if she kept it up, he would shoot off in her mouth.
But Lorraine knew this also. She opened her mouth side and concentrated on just licking up and down the shaft. Her hands remained at his balls but she moved them around very little. Only now and then would she nudge them gently upward into him, heightening his excitement and increasing the produce of his pre-come, which oozed steadily into her mouth.
She felt the shaft thicken and lengthen. She knew he was about to come and she ceased all activity. Then feeling the decrease in his excitement, she relinquished her post to the next in line. That was Mona.
Anne was eating Louise to a fare-thee-well. She was holding open the lips around Louise's cunt and licking around their insides. She would do this first with the left then with the right, until she could stand the torture herself.
Then she would wedge her face into Louise's cunt sinking her tongue as far up into her as she could get it.
Louise was creaming heavily as Anne sucked her greedily, her tongue swishing about in the sopping wetness. Then she would clamp her mouth over Louise's little clit and suck it until Louise shrieked with delight, and came in her mouth.
That accomplished, they reversed positions. Louise possessed not the finesse nor the technical know-how that Anne seemed to have. Therefore, she went straight to the sweet girl's clitoris. And there she began to suck the ripe plum. She added little flicking movements of her tongue across the tip of it.
The sensations drove Anne wild. She gaped and squeezed her thighs together around Louise's head. She could feel herself coming strong in the other girl's mouth. She secretly wished she didn't come quite so heavily.
But gosh. The feeling being created there was joyously excruciating. Her tongue was at the rim of the hole. Just below her clitoris, she felt the tongue working. It was working in and out of her.
There. Again it was back to her clitoris. She didn't really want to come in Louise's mouth. But she had to. She just had to.
"Oh please ... you sweet thing. Please. Yes. No, don't. Don't ... but suck it. Yes. Yes you sweet little pussy. Suck my cunt. Arggghhh. Ah ... ahhh ... ahhhh."
Louise pushed her face tighter into the little cunt and flicked her tongue as rapidly as she could across the clit.
Anne jerked sharply and froze. She was creaming; creaming in another girl's mouth. Oh yessss. Yesssssss. She had to do it. She shouldn't have sucked her so hard. She shouldn't have done it so well. She shouldn't have made it feel so good.
Now she was coming in her mouth. And she wanted her to suck it up. Suck all of it. And swallow it. "Yes, you sweet little pussy. Such me off ... suck me off good . ... "
Mona in the meantime was repeatedly bringing Bob to the edge of climax, then releasing his prick totally from her mouth. Then she'd let him simmer down, while she administered only light caresses of a sort. Then she would work him over again, whirling, twirling and lashing her tongue about his prick, licking up and down his hot, stiff shaft, then clamping her pretty, sweet mouth down over the head, and sucking on him until she was as far down on his cock as she could get.
A couple of times she choked slightly. But she couldn't help it. She had been so long without cock, so long with nothing but the images of pictures, and the things she had seen while exposing herself on the trains.
This one was her very own. At least it was as long as she had it in her mouth. She had plans for keeping it there for a while.
Anne realized this as she looked over at
Mona. But she also believed how lonely Mona had been. No! She wouldn't try to cut the new girl out. There was plenty enough for everybody. However, she "did" hope the "new" girl wouldn't be too long.
I mean, just because she had just finished having her pussy eaten out, and sucked to a cunt-watering climax, didn't mean she was relinquishing a good fuck before she went to sleep.
Bullshit!
The cock was tasty. Mona was intrigued at the way it was hard and yet so velvety smooth at the same time, she wanted to bite down on the joint. To chew it up and swallow it-like biting into a pickle or something. But she knew she couldn't-and took out her ultimate frustration on long drawn sucks on the cock. She sucked so hard, her jaws swooped in every time she drew back on the shaft.
She wished she could let him come in her mouth. But she knew that would be acting greedy. No she couldn't do that-not on her first night.
Again, she sucked Bob up to the peak of ecstasy, then let him drop just before he hit the crest. She liked the taste of his pre-come. "Delicious" was only one word towards telling the truth about how good it really was.
Anne finished feeling off Louise again, when she got up suddenly, went over and straddled Bob's face with her pussy. She rubbed it forcefully into his mouth and nose. He sucked her hard, then before she could cream, he yanked her away, and breaking the contact between himself and Mona, he rolled Anne onto her back, splayed open her thighs, and shoved his hot, throbbing piece of prick far up into her.
She greedily consumed him. She clutched him tightly. She nibbled on his ear, then bit him sharply, and at the same time she clutched him tighter still. He understood her taste for love-her taste in love. And again the head of his prick against the back walls of her cunt.
Only moment passed before she trembled beneath him and he took her off. She crested the highest wave of her orgasm, and thrilled in knowing she was creaming off all over his cock.
Done with her, Bob reached for Mona, who was then the closest to him. He wedged his cock into her tight, slick cunt, then shoved it up to the hilt.
She wrapped her legs about his waist and commenced hunching her pussy up over his cock. A menial task to get her rocks as he screwed himself into her flood cunt.
Filled to the very brim and chockfull of nothing but pure sensations of erotic lust building up inside her belly, Mona ground herself into him, feeling his groin hairs mixing with her pussy hairs.
Bob humped against her mound, and she became a mass of wriggling flesh as she quaked in the throes of climax, and tried her damnedest to make Bob shoot off Itis load up in her belly.
Bob wasn't buying any of that shit, just cream, female cream.
Done with her greed, he proceeded to give Lorraine a screwing to relax her nerves too! Instinctively, she threw her legs way out to the sides of him so that he could see the ooze in the crack of her cunt. No sooner had he rimmed her and seated himself properly, than she began throwing her pussy all over his cock, feeling it pressed between the walls of her pussy like a hot dog on a bun.
Lorraine fucked funky-like, but the way she did it excited Bob tremendously. So he hurried to chump her off. Harder and harder he whipped his cock up into her. He wanted to touch all of her pussy at one time-at the same time. He damn near twisted himself into a slipped disc, trying to get at that pussy.
But Lorraine wasn't trying to challenge his mastery of her body; she was just giving her body free rein to respond anyway it wanted to the superb fucking going on between her legs.
She loved it so; the hot feeling streaking in and out of her cunt, the quivering tremors rippling up and down the length of her body, the tingling electric-like bursts sizzling in the tips of her nipples as her titties bobbed and weaved back and forth, up and down and around; like the tops of long-stem pussy-willows in a country breeze; like jello in a bowl.
She dug his fucking, the pressing between her cunt walls, the jarring shocks against her clitoris.
'Take it baby. Take everything I've got ... take it all...."
Her words excited Bob. He hunched against her hard.
Oh heaven ... the rush was quick. She wrapped her legs around his back forcefully, and in the maddening rush of the juicy feeling, she hotly thrust her pussy upon the impaling lance, and burst into orgasmic flow.
Bob was about to pull away to save himself from coming. There was still Louise to fuck. Lorraine clawed at him fiercely and humped against him. She tried to open her cunt walls all the way to the back. She succeeded, and Bob slid in all the way to the hilt.
He growled in defiance of his coming. Lorraine reached down and grabbed his balls. She squeezed the juicy orbs frantically. Jostling, coddling, then bouncing them in the palm of her hand.
Sporadic bursts, like electrical energy, shot up the rod. He felt himself spurting against the back of her cunt, squirting his come against the tip of her uterus.
He drew back sharply and Lorraine sucked him back into her. She squeezed the walls of her pussy, milking his prick like a fist, the secret muscles inside of her rippling and squeezing along the thickened length of his shaft. He spurted again inside of her.
He could do nothing but lay there pressed against her tightly as she rolled her hips in a fuck, winding her ass around, whipping it up and down and around in horny circles.
She had made him come. She had made him shoot off inside of her against his will, and she was making him enjoy it. He did.
"Oh you sweet bitch," Bob gasped. "You terrible, sweet, sweet bitch."
She laughed a little laugh. Her voice sounding hot and lusty as she relaxed the tension of muscles gripping his cock.
Another pair of hands clasped his shoulders and rolled him over off the couch and onto the floor. He sprawled out limply upon the plush carpeting.
Then a mouth was closing over the head of his cock.
"Awwww shit ... " he moaned, as Louise clamped her mouth over the steaming piece of meat slowly softening between his legs.
She understood Lorraine. She knew how she felt when she, herself, was getting fucked by Bob. She didn't hold it against Lorraine for making Bob come. All of them wanted to be the one in which he shot his fuck into their belly, filling their hips with an almost obscene warmth.
She understood. But she was still going to get her fucking before she went to sleep. True, Anne had eaten her well-she was warming to sensuality, the raw bawdiness of freaking, but nothing would ever replace the feel of hot cock shooting between her thighs.
She sucked him hard, filling his heart and mind with all sorts of flickering lights; filling his body with tinglings. Then, guided only by the inspiration of the moment, she licked up and down the length of his shaft in long easy strokes.
She felt it swell-once-twice-then again. She forced her mouth down over the cock, taking it all into her mouth. She began sucking for all she was worth. It was hardening. Yes. The feeling was distinctive. He was definitely getting hard again.
She continued to suck. It seemed to get harder, to grow longer than it had been before. She'd suck him just right, then stick him in her cunt.
Ahhh. That seemed to be just about where she wanted him.
She quickly let go off the cock. Then she quickly crawled up over him and inserted his prick and swung her hips down hard over him.
He was hard as a brick. She could feel him touching the back of her. She shoved her hips down over him again. Then raised up and came down again.
Bob jerked upward, and she shuddered as she felt the tip of him nudge up against the back of her. Then he put his hand down between their bodies and squeezed her dripping clitoris. Louise shuddered violently, the tremors building, shaking her to the heights of a thundering climax.
She hadn't expected this. It was so terrific. So hard, so vibrant. She couldn't control her shaking body. She was caught in a seizure of tremors which rocked her head in dizziness.
She gargled deep in her throat as Bob squeezed her clitoris continuously and shoved his prick in her in long hard strokes. She gasped, then convulsed harshly, and came, creaming down over him in a flood.
Her head rolled loosely from the cord of her neck, as she could do nothing more than lay there in the fit of tremors and come, and come, and come.
Bob rolled from on top of her, and collapsed beside her on the carpet. All three of the other girls had fingered themselves off as Bob and Louise fucked.
They were all satisfied with the "just before bedtime" fuck.