Chapter 7
Outside the Nelson's bedroom window, the sun burst in a cloudless, Kansas sky ... inside the Colonel's wife's sweat glistening body burst with one penis drubbing into her vagina and one sawing into her mouth.
Cora gagged as Ricki's cock rammed half way down her throat, creating a strange mixture of Ricki's cock juices and her own drooling saliva. Her cheeks puffed as he shoved forward, cramming his burgeoning maledom past her tonsils, keeping a drum beat pace with the cock fucking into her from behind.
Ricki's hairy testicles bounced against her dimpled chin and the odor of boy sweat and sexual juices filled her nostrils with a constant reminder of her rape.
The tide began rising in the pit of her belly ... and the helplessness of her plight thundered in her brain. Two wildly raping boys were using her body for their own perverted juvenile pleasures. Could she help it if Leo hadn't been keeping up his end of the marital bargain? She could live with 'the rich or for poor' part of the vow, but where that that sanctified document state a woman had to deny herself sex?
She wanted them to cum, knew that would end this physical and metal torture; wanted them to shoot their young sperm into her womb and mouth. Yes, she wanted to swallow their cum and feel it trickling in sticky rivers down her thighs. Sucking and fucking like a mechanical doll running down its batteries, she felt her own orgasm building ... and knew she had to cum, too!
The cock sawing into her pussy inflated and erupted, spewing white hot streams into her clasping belly. Cora's love juices gushed too, and she groaned and thrashed, moaned and sputtered around Ricki's cock while Carlos' stormed into her cervix. In front, Ricki crushed his loins into her reddened face, sinking the length of his golden cock down to the smelly, hairy pubic fleece into her gagging throat. A soul searing groan shattered the air and tears stung her eyes as Cora's mouth was flooded with hot, thick liquid. She gulped down the sweet, salty taste, tears rolling down her satiny cheeks.
Often the elimination of choice eliminates responsibility for action as well, and that's precisely what happened to Cora Nelson as the two spewing pe-nises became her existence. Her own wildly quivering body shuddered and spasmed as the still warm droplets of Ricki's cum dribbled from the corners of her ravaged mouth as he collapsed in front of her and his limp cock slithered wetly from her still sucking mouth.
Weakened from orgasm and fear, Cora collapsed to the bed as Juan's cock slipped limply from her ravished pussy and gushes of air rushed to cool the unplugged hole. Cora lay panting in utter exhaustion praying the refugees would leave her to her own shame, when one chocolate eye peeped through the swollen lid to see Carlos stroking his swollen boyish penis.
"No ... I've ... I've had enough ... please ... you've had your fun," she begged, her drying, uncombed hair clinging to her perspiring forehead and her apple cheeks riper from the exertion of an hour's debauchery.
But Carlos' animal instincts were preened for survival and cognizant of the punishment for rape, he wasn't about to take unnecessary risks. Instinct told him they had company. Cora followed the direction of his piercing gaze as it led toward the doorway.
A lump of fear stuck in Cora's throat. Don't let it be Leo! No, the heavy breathing definitely belonged to someone not in the military. Leo's law and order mentality wouldn't balk at the doorjam!
The intruder in the hallway froze, plastering herself to the hallway as the grunts and groans of tortured lovemaking died in her ears. Dizzy with drink and rising passions, she gulped, eyes stinging with shame as Ricki sauntered quietly to the doorway, the sticky tube of his penis wagging between skinny, hairy thighs.
He returned the victor, dragging behind him the terrified intruder.
Cora's eyes saucered and humiliation rippled along her spine.
"JOYCE!" she gulped, raising her cum-splattered face from the bed smelling of sex juices.
Of the four startled, bewildered people, none was more shocked than Mayor Dillon who, up on alligator shoed tiptoes, gaped slack-jawed through the window at the ashen face of his inebriated wife.
Perhaps the wine warming her stomach had worked on her defenses, numbing the safety valves of the defense machine. The black El Dorado with MAYOR printed on the white license plate, parked in the Official Parking Lot should have alerted her; and the Nelson's front door left wide open should have rattled her senses, if the uncharacteristic mess in the kitchen didn't.
She had pulled up outside the Nelson's house, expecting to be greeted at the door by Cora's predictably smiling face ... instead of muffled distress signals from somewhere in back of the house. Frightened, she'd whispered out Cora's name and hearing no reply, had investigated the mysterious sounds from beyond.
Now Joyce stared in fascinated horror at the three naked, hard muscled refugees and Cora Nelson's spread-eagled body laying on the rumpled bed. A moment ago, she'd caught them in the throes of one righteous menage a trois, something she hadn't experienced since she slipped the Mayor's ring on her finger ... the day her vagina seemed to have frozen up for good.
She had witnesssed the respectable Colonel's wife kneeling on her hands and knees while two boys using her mouth and cunt stroked her to orgasm, while a third jabbed his middle finger up the brown button of her anus! How lucky could one woman get! had been her green-eyed reaction. Lordie, to feel a man (just one) pumping into her like that, filling her belly and making her feel like a woman!
A thunderstorm of sensation clouded her wine-sodden senses and, instead of retreating, she'd moved back into the hallway and slipping one hand under her dress, had tried to stroke the oily nub of her clitoris to orgasm. Blonde head pressed tight to the wall, knees bent to facilitate the red lacquered fingertip dipping into the crying hole of her cunt, Ricki had discovered her compromising posture.
Now, blushing in humiliation before three naked boys and Cora, of all people, once more Lawrence had cause to gossip about the Mayor's hussy wife! Fear caught in her throat.
Ricki, his trust of Mayor D'illon eroded further by the discovery, thrust the new captive forward and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up over Joyce's swelling thighs to show off the roll of panties and panty hose straddling the Mayor's wife's knees. "She been fuckin' herself back there," he grinned.
"Don' the Mayor gives ya none?" jibed Juan, popping his sweat shiny body up on one elbow.
A corner of Joyce's reddened lips curled in a hesitant smile. Wordlessly, she stood frozen in place, not certain she even wanted to escape from what could be one promising afternoon. How long now had-it been since she'd been really satisfied by anything but her finger? The smell of sex, steaming in the air, was like food to a starving refugee. Her body raged with lust she knew Earl would never put out.
"Joyce ... help me!" burst Cora, her naked body rippling with shame. "These refugees ... they ... they've raped me...!" she cried.
Juan tutted tauntingly down at her and shook his head. "I ain' hear'd you complain none ... you don' want it, gib some ta da Mayor's wife."
Inwardly, Joyce shivered in acquiesence. Cuban refugee cock? That was all right with her! She thought dramatically. I need sex! that's why I drink so much ... if only Earl understood that!
Had Earl anything to do with this rape? wondered the Mayor's wife, fleetingly, not wanting to waste time on speculation when the real, pulsing cocks of three virile boys made tastey past time.
"Man ... les' get the Colonel's wife and da Mayor's suckin' each other off...." blurted out Juan, the hellbent instigator of the Freedom Flotilla ravishers.
Joyce stared into the youth's eyes, certain she hadn't heard correctly. Her mascared eyelashes blinked as her blue eyes moved to Cora's face. "No ... I've never ... no...." she wrung her hands. "Not with Colonel Nelson's wife ... not Cora!" The women's eyes sparred in commiserating despair. "Cora ... we can't ... I mean ... don't think I don't care for you, honey ... but I...."
Cora's mouth trembled as she whimpered "They beat me with a belt, Joyce ... because I wouldn't do as they said ... we'd better."
Joyce gulped and nodded, her eyes trailing over the ivory flesh of Cora's thighs and backside still carrying pale red traces of what must have been one horrible beating. A whipping ... with a belt? Joyce shuddered. She knew how it felt to be beaten by a man. Slowly, as if in some kind of trance, she reached behind her and yanked down the zipper of her dress. Slipping the garment off her shoulders, she let it drop to the carpeted floor, careless of letting Cora see the humiliating bruise splotching her right arm. She wore only panty hose, panties and a bra.
The boys in the room gasped at the creamy, white swells of the Mayor's wife's nakedness. Compared to the Colonel's wife's thin, golden nudity, Joyce's fleshiness made tantalizing contrast.
Joyce's flesh was so creamy you wanted to lick it. Her reputedly heavy breasts were just that-overflowing the scanty lace brassiere she wore above her full Hellinistic proportioned hips and thighs. Even Cora lifted her head in amazement at the marbly flesh that contrasted so sharply with the dark brown thatch of her pubic hair that contrasted starkly with the bleached blonde hair haloing her lovely face. Cora's body still shivered from orgasm of a three-way rape, and now her sympathies went out to the humiliated Mayor's wife. Her eyes fell on the bruise and knew Joyce was a victim of marital abuse. That saddened her deeply and not wanting the goodhearted woman to suffer the physical abuses she had at the hands of these riotous refugees, she crooked a finger at her captive lover-to-be.
"Let me help you with your bra," she whispered throatily.
The Mayor's wife balked for a moment, then strode reluctantly over to stand beside the bed where Cora slowly rose and with effort, stood beside the taller woman, her eyes roving with female curiosity over the full rounded body, perfumey and clean.
I have to make it easy for poor Joyce ... living witha tyrant like Earl ... obviously he beats her! She winced at the yellowing bruise with its smaller companion on the underside of her fleshy arm. Trembling fingers worked at the clasps of Joyce's lacy brassiere, gently pulling the garment away from her shoulders. Cora dropped the flimsy lace underthing to the floor, then tantatively reached out to touch the goosebumped pale, gleaming skin of Joyce's breasts. They jutted from the woman's body like ripe melons, their large, puffy nipples the ruddy beige color of fawn's skin.
No one was more shocked than the Mayor himself as he watched with mixed horror and fascination the blatantly sexual attack on his wife's shivering flesh by the Colonel's wife whose fingers traced a trembling path to the smoothness of his wife's back to unfasten her brassiere.
Never having seen two women make physical contact-except to fight over a dead chicken in the dirt-floored shanties the Cubans called home back in Castro's land-Juan grew impatient. "Suck each other ... kiss 'er tits, woman!" To show he meant business, he groped for the belt lying like a dead snake on the bedroom floor.
The women winced, cringing with threats. Cora gulped down pride and obediently reached out a trembling finger to trace the swell of Joyce's firm breasts, circling and finally coming to rest on the sensitive tips.
Cora felt a strange arousal at her own bravery. Again, what choice had she? Perform their sexual perversions or be beaten? Boldly she gazed into Joyce's face to see the effect of her tentative caresses as she squeezed and pinched the rosy areolas into titillating diamond chips. Joyce's eyelids fluttered in ecstatic rapture as beneath Cora's busy fingers the soft flesh tightened ticklishly.
Earl watched in horror as the smile grew on '..is wife's lust-contorted face. What kind of cheating bitch was she? She shivered with disgust every time he lay a finger on her drunken body ... but she obviously felt no repulsion at letting another bitch squeeze her tits.
His fists balled up with rage. The bitch would get it tonight! What alternative did she leave him ... but to belt her around a bit? A man couldn't take that kind of neglect and still be a man!
Cora slipped her hands down the Mayor's wife's belly and began to tug at the roll of her panty hose and panties straddling her knees. As she bent down to gently roll the wad over Joyce's legs, her fevered cheeks brushed against the dark brown patch of Joyce's bushy pubic curls. A moan of ecstasy rumbled from Joyce's throat ... something far better than listening to her cry from the sting of Juan's belt, decided Cora.
"We have to do as they say ... please understand, Joyce," pleaded Cora, dissolving guilt.
The trio of refugees stared with disbelieving eyes at the sight of the Mayor's wife rippling with lust from the gentle touch of the Colonel's wife's cajoling touch. Ricki stroked his naked cock and moaned in frustration, as did Carlos who knew his turn was next.
Cora's ragged breathing broke through the stillness of the Kansas scorching afternoon as she slid Joyce's panties down over her rounded hips and thighs, gently lifting one ankle then to help Joyce step free. Carelessly, she tossed away the panties, then crouched beside her; caressively, she wound her arms around Joyce's legs before slowly running her palms up the in-sides of the woman's silken thighs. Above her, Joyce trembled and groaned in the agony of twisted emotions.
"No ... don't do th-this for my sake, honey," she cooed, reaching down to entwine her red lacquered fingertips in the Colonel's wife's black, shimmering hair, soft as baby down. "Let them beat me ... I ... I won't let them touch you ... please...." She sucked in her breath and threw back her bleached blonde hair. Just too tempting it was, and if she relented now, Joyce knew she would be throwing away the last thread of decency and that would mean reliance on booze to alleviate guilt and shame. "Please ... honey ... I can't stand it!"
A smile pulled at the corner of Cora's lovely mouth as she moved her hands upward until her fingertips grazed the soft, sparse hairs framing Joyce's pussy. Something had snapped inside her today, spilling inhibitions. Her body refused to quiet down. Little devilish pinpricks stabbed at the heart of her pussy, begging to be itched ... this time from the touch of a ripe bodied woman in the form of one Joyce Dillon.
Joyce, feeling Cora's soft hands gently nudging her backwards onto the Nelson's marriage bed, felt a jumble of confusion and indecision mouht treacherously. Once ... before she'd met Earl, she'd experienced a woman sucking and licking at her burning vagina, and though she'd chalked it up to a drunken spree which she rationalized away, she'd sworn to never repeat the lesbian lovemaking for fear of rusting Earl's reputation.
Well damned Earl to hell! ... she decided. What's he ever done for me?
Compliantly, she tumbled onto the bed as her knees touched the edge of the mattress and then scrambled compliantly onto the sweat warmed sheets. Joyce's eyes riveted on Cora's face and a queasy sensation of expectancy sent butterflies dancing in her stomach. Cora's dark eyes gleamed as gently she pushed Joyce down onto her back, then lay stretched out beside her. Joyce felt the heat of Cora's body next to her own, thigh rubbing against smooth thigh, silken belly against her hip, with breasts crushed against Joyce's rib cage with each of the hard pink nipples jabbing into her shivering flesh.
The three Cuban refugees were too stunned to react. Mesmerized, they pulled at their cocks, wondering if American women spent idle afternoons rubbing each other's naked bodies while the dishwasher hummed in the kitchen and microwave ovens made tonight's dinner. The land of milk and honey-and devilish women ... that was America!
Caressingly, Cora took Joyce's face in her hands and wanting to silence the other's fears, she pressed her soft lips warmly to Joyce's quivering lips. So gently done was it, that Joyce wasn't aware of the exact moment Cora's tongue floated into her mouth. Joyce's breath came in short gasps, and the thrills of long denied delicious sex thundered between her legs as her cuntal muscles expanded and contracted in delight-filled anticipation that all but drove her insane. Licking and sucking at Cora's tongue swirling in her mouth, the Mayor's wife let out a cooing wail of surrender. She could have cum right then ... could have let the sweet sex juices flow from the heart of her neglected womb, but the sensation was too delicious. It need be savored.
Cora slipped one leg over Joyce's firm upper thighs, rubbing her swollen clitoris over Cora's firm hip bone. An electric shock coursed through her at the contact, shuddering as she realized that Cora's hand was moving up toward her melonous breasts, stroking and massaging her snow white flesh with feathery touches., "Ohhh ... aggghhh...." Joyce moaned in delight as Cora's lips left her own and began kissing and nibbling their way softly down to the breast she now held tightly in her small, warm hand. Cora's hands became aggressive then, squeezing and pushing the mounds up high so that bending her head, her lips made hungry contact with the puffy, over-sized nipples.
Joyce had reached sensual nirvana! Trembling with passion, she felt Cora reluctantly release her claim on one of Joyce's breasts to reach down and entangle her pink polished nails in Joyce's soft dark pubic curls. A moment later, her long middle finger began sliding up and down the damp slit between the Mayor's wife's trembling thighs, maddeningly avoiding all contact with the nub of her swollen clitoris, making Joyce quiver and moan with tantalizing frustration and the burning need to cum ... which she covetously thwarted. This was too sweet a torture to end so soon!
Wanting this to be good for Joyce (and subconsciously wanting it to be good for herself), Cora slid her finger back into the damp crevice until it reached the rubbery pucker of Joyce's hotly twitching rectum.
The two women went beserk, grinding their naked bodies against each other in the heat of the Kansas afternoon, leaving their three male attackers to stare in slack-jawed awe. Cora sank her teeth into the tender flesh of Joyce's breast, trying to cram the milky orb into her mouth. The pain in Joyce's rectum had subsided and gently Cora began to move her finger in and out, back and forth in the tiny quivering hole, boring deeper. The puckered ring had clenched so tightly on Cora's knuckle that it sucked right in with each movement of the Colonel's wife's squirming finger.
From deep within her chest and deep within her hungry soul, Joyce moaned out her appreciation. The pain in her rectum dissipated, and she moved her naked buttocks in a frantic effort to suck the invading digit in all the way to her bowels! Flexing and unflexing muscles she hadn't exercised in years, she found herself building toward a screeching climax. Her body worked toward the badly needed peak of lust. To have that deliciously slender finger screwing her anus was wonderful ... but to have something virile and potent fucking into her cunt would have been a Godsend!
Somebody in the room was reading her mind. Suddenly Joyce felt strong arms tugging at her body, pulling her away from Cora's frantically churning buttocks. "Ohhh ... noooo!" she groaned in frustration and anger as they were being torn apart, separating their luscious female flesh. So damned close ... God, why had she held back her orgasm? Joyce glanced up....
... into Carlos' lecherously grinning face. A swirl of black hair dipped over his silken, golden forehead. His dark eyes shone with the lustful promise of fulfillment. Joyce let out an anxious sigh, her eyes falling to the spike of Carlos' jutting, purple knobbed penis, spearing out from a curled mass of shimmering pubic kinks. Disappointed, Joyce watched the Cuban refugee crawl onto the squeaking bed and crawl between Cora's spread eagled body.
"Eiii...." Joyce sucked in her breath, her breasts heaving with red hot lust. She threw back her head and wailed out her need. "Oh, Gawddd!" pleaded the Mayor's wife. "Somebody fuck me ... I'm burning up inside!" Lewdly, she stretched wide the ivory columns of her quivering thighs so that all three refugees could stare dumb struck at the seeping hole of her vagina where the nub of her clitoris stood out like a throbbing red heart. "Look at me!" she wailed, face contorted with lust. "I need a man...!" Fearful they might ignore her, as she'd long been ignored by Earl, she arched her back, threw back her head and, with the soft pad of her index finger stroked the magic red button in swirling circles while her other hand held wide open the swollen, ragged flanges of her needful cunt.
"Holy sheeet!" mumbled Carlos, watching the Mayor's wife masturbating herself to one rip roaring orgasm. "Lemme do that!" Abandoning Cora, he nimbly scrambled for Joyce's quivering body. Grasping her hips, he jerked Joyce toward him until her buttocks hung slightly over the edge of the bed and her legs splayed out on either side of his taut, golden muscled body. Grabbing his cock like a fireplace poker, he aimed it at the fiery hole of her pussy and lunged forward with violence.
The eight inch penis drove hard and straight into its target until the two sperm filled balls slapped hard against the sensitive, already teased ring of Joyce's long neglected anus. The contact was electrocuting, damningly wonderful!
If Joyce Dillon had feared the illiterate refugees her husband so detested from the day they'd arrived uninvited to his fair city ... the fear and prejudism had evaporated into an artful appreciation of what a fifteen year-old prick could do for a thirty-eight year old woman!
The thin soft edges of her pussy clung lovingly to the penis as it slowly withdrew and she screwed her ass down into the mattress. The fiery thrusts that brought her body to blazing life, pushed the soft fleshy fold back into her. Like a never-ending oil drill, the glistening brown cock bored into the warm dark wonders of Joyce's welcoming cuntal hole. Joyce Dillon had reached nirvana, and she damned Earl and his niggardly sensuality and she damned this snobbish, hick town for not welcoming these hard bodied refugee boys with cocks like Lawrence, Kansas women had never seen! Bunch of dumb wheat farmers, snickered Joyce inwardly.
For a faltering moment, Joyce thought of Earl and experienced a brief spasm of guilt ... but Carlos' next thrust into her buttery depths wiped clean senseless guilt and brought her crashing back to reality again.
The bed creaked and groaned as Ricki climbed between Cora's legs, taking Carlos' place, and they fucked like alley cats on a full moon night. Her eyes rolled like marbles in her head and delirious from lesbian lovemaking, she caught sight of Juan behind her, looking disgruntedly neglected as he waited, pumping his cock in his hungry fist, for Ricki and Carlos' to cum so he could take one of their places.
Joyce eyed the unused erection desirously and with a grunt, she slithered over closer to the edge of the bed and wrapped her delicate fist around the bloodfed stalk, yanking it toward the milky vee of her cleavage. She'd let a woman maul her breasts and strip her naked ... why stop now? Pushing her milky mounds together invitingly, she winked up into Juan's dark face.
For a discontented moment, Carlos stopped fucking the seeping hole between Joyce's legs, while his Jamaican friend knelt above her generously endowed chest. Lubricating his bone hard cock with a drop of spittle, he wedged the hunk of flesh between her tightly pressed breasts and gritted his teeth from the tantalizing warmth. The two boys used the Mayor's wife's body in unison, stroking in long, delicious strokes.
Joyce's eyes rolled in rapture; she moaned in whispering contentment as she watched the pulsating shining head of Juan's cock peeking through the valley of her cleavage at the same time the swarthy faced stud's prick fucked against her tingling cervix so hard his penis doubled over at the end. "Ahhhh GAWWWDDDD ... I love to fuck ... ahhhhhgg gg-hhhheeee iiii!Fuck me harrrdef!"
The bed quivered and shook as the three Cuban refugees drove their cocks harder into the two women humping on Colonel Nelson's marriage bed. Cora's legs were pushed higher and higher ... like bicycle bars ... until Ricki pressed her ankles over her quivering shoulders and pinned her to the mahogany headboard. Beside her, the bed rocked on all its sturdy posts as Joyce took what the two refugees could give her, hammering into her marbly body so hard her teeth rattled. Moans of joy and groans of unutterable relief tore from the lungs of the two women.
Outside the window, someone's lungs burned, too. One Earl Dillon stood pale and trembling with rage and indecision as his white knuckles clung to the win-dowsill and his breath steamed against the windowpane. His jaw worked as if chomping on a mouthful of peanuts. The energy burned within him and like a steam engine puffing smoke, it needed release. He'd kill the bitch ... and that slut of a Colonel's wife! It was her doing. Christ, his Joyce might love the bottle, but a lesbian ... never! Lord knew what kind of kinky, perverted ideas Cora had filled his wife's head with. He'd always known Joyce had a screw loose somewhere ... but she was tightening it fast!
Cora felt the scalding sperm spurt as Ricki's pintful poured into her clasping cunt. Her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed around his spurting cock, sucking at it to pull all of it into her. That first hot squirt triggered her own orgasm, and her muscles milked his fifteen year old penis like a tugging milking machine. Her body twitched convulsively, the tendons cording the insides of her silken thighs standing out in bold relief. The Cuban's seething jism showered her quivering belly and when the geyser in his balls lessened to a dribble, the flow spilled out the ragged lips of her cunt to streak down the smooth white crevice across her still twitching buttocks.
Cora refused to open her eyes, knowing guilt, remorse and a shower of horrifying emotions would fill her senses where once uncaring sensuality had reigned supreme. A good thing Joyce and her two sweaty rapists distracted those thoughts. Blinking her eyes to clear lust-blurred vision, Cora gaped at Juan riding Joyce's ribcage, his tawny prick sliding in and out, lubricated by his own juices, between her oozing breast flesh that Joyce's red lacquered fingertips held pressed desperately together. In Rashaman rhythm, Carlos thrust his cock with drum beat tattoos in and out of her sucking cunt ... the cunt Mayor Dillon had thought was frozen shut for life!
"Ohhh ... Gawwwwddd!" yelped the Mayor's wife as a sudden spasm shivered through her and a wild twitching sent her humping against them. "I'mmm cummming!!!" Her shriek sounded as if she didn't believe it was actually happening to her-finally!
With bestial, pagan fury, the two Cubans fucked into her, their naked bodies slapping sweatily against each other, filling the room with lewd squelching sounds that seeped through the windowpane to sting Mayor Dillon's ears. Anger raged like wildfire along his short circuiting synapses as his wife arched her back off the bed and savagely used her heels as spurs to drive Carlos deeper into her steaming pussy.
With one mighty lunge, the young Cuban slammed into her so hard his buttocks twitched and rippled as that thrust sent the sensitive head of his cock banging against the spongy tip of her cervix. That did it! It was one wild hydra of orgasming bodies, legs and arms banging into each other as all three groaned out their release. Cum spurted from Joyce's open cunt and splattered onto her face and chin as Juan's Jamaican jism shot with white hot speed between her goosebumped breasts.
The Kansas sun slipped westward into a cooling sky, taking with it the sweetness of forbidden lust for Cora Nelson. Clouds of guilt stormed with blackening guilt. Wearily she lifted her flushed cheeks from the rumpled bed and glared at the three naked youths and the Mayor's equally unclothed wife.
"Get out of here!" she yelped tragically. "Get out of my house right now ... you ... you filthy refugees!" Her luscious nudity rippled with hatred and disgust.
Joyce blinked in saucer-eyed bewilderment, fully expecting another bout of lovemaking. "But ... '. but Cora...?"
Cora's lip curled in disgust. She struggled to swallow down the sickening reminder of her initiated lesbian advances. "I said all of you ... get out of my house and leave me alone!"