Chapter 10
Nick Harrington contented himself voyeuristically for long minutes, but now as the ace accountant who'd won Hugh Murphy's generous favors for his twisted little business mind gasped out his orgasmic pleasure, he took his rightful place in the pecking order. He watched as Hugh Murphy turned the shamelessly aroused and begging-to-be-fucked Mona Bradley onto her back and lowered his hairy bulk down between her trembling thighs that shimmered with sweat and drying sperm on her inner thighs. The lamp light caught the glistening length of Hugh's thick cock prodding at the portal of Mona's flowered open cunt. As Nick watched, he decided how to best use this sex-craze young woman, something he'd tried only with a cheap prostitute in Detroit on a business convention. His eyes fixed on Hugh who began to fuck in and out of Mona's gripping pussy with long smooth strokes, and the shock of the deep body jarring thrusts reflected in the jouncing of her ripely quivering breasts. Damn! She got the prettiest boobs I've ever seen!
Crawling across the mattress and crowding the eagerly panting Ralph aside, Nick's eagerly itching hands reached out to both of her firmly tanned mountains, cupping them up. He pulled them close together. noting how they created a fleshed cleavage pocket and came up into high-standing cones. Yeah, damn... that'll be great!
On the other side of the door, Blanche's knuckles turned white from pounding. "Art! I know you're in there! Let me in!"
Groaning with disgust, Nick shot a malevolent look at the door and barked; "Blanche? What the hell do you want?"
"Listen, Nick... I know you've got Mona Bradley in there... and that there at least four other men with you! Sondra and I are coming in to join you... and sort of spread the fun around!"
"Hell you are!"
"I can and I will... because if Mona's husband had his way, he'd be signing a police complaint charging you and those yo-yos in there with you with kidnapping!"
"Oh, shit! Is he coming in here too?" For a moment, Nick's poise fled him; he looked ready to bolt.
"Sure he is! If we change your gang bang into a swapping party... maybe Orin will change his mind."
"Stop talking about kidnapping!" The word had shocked every male in the room. Only Mona, bent on her hot quest for orgasm, remained unaffected.
"You better believe me, Nick... you could go before the judge for this!" bellowed Blanche.
"Damn it, okay. The more the merrier, I suppose." As if the others hadn't heard the conversation shouted between a locked door, Nick made the general announcement: "My wife Blanche and Hugh's wife Sondra are bringing Orin Bradley in here to swing with us!"
"What the hell?" Hugh growled. "Not with my wife!" snarled Hugh as he drove his thickly pumping cock deep and hard into Orin Bradley's wife's moist, red-hot cunt. "Aaaggghh!" she moaned unaware of what had been said.
"I'll let you in, in a second!" yelled Nick, disgruntledly.
Locating his boxer shorts and slipping his skinny legs into them, Nick slumped into a chair and poured himself another drink, warming his stockinged toes by the battery run foot warmer. He downed the champagne in one gulp and speculated on how it was possible for Blanche to have found out about Mona being in the office. Her mention of 'swinging' made him suspect, also, that she was getting a little on the side. But who the hell with....?
Finally Nick went to open the door.
Blanche, standing in the middle flanked by Hugh Murphy's wife and Mona Bradley's husband, smiled sweetly at him, her eyes taking in the bulge of his still half-hardened penis inside his striped boxer shorts. She smiled and said demurely; "I'm sorry to take away from your fun, darling... but it's not fair is it?"
"What's not fair?" growled Nick, opening the door wider and letting them file through.
"For one woman to get all that attention." Nick grabbed his wife by the arm and dragged he aside. "Don't make a fool of me in front of the boss, damn you. I had to do it... Alabaster and Murphy wanted it that way!"
Sondra, squinting in the darkness, walked to the middle of the room and looked down to see her husband nakedly slaving away above Mona's wildly responding body, his hips rising and falling with machine-like regularity as he jack-hammered his purple-knobbed cock into her nibbling vagina. Walking nonchalantly over to the mattress on the floor, Hugh's wife gazed down at him, remarking.. "Hugh, darling, I'm here... and you're going to get your chance to see me get laid by another man... like it or not!"
"The hell!" Hugh didn't miss a stroke into Mona's cunt.
Ralph, the salesman, who was lying close beside Mona, had placed her soft hand again on his straining cock, while his own hands caressed her goosebumped breast, his finger and thumb rolling her nipple-buds into hard marbles. Looking up, he gasped at the sight of his sometimes-lover standing there, a redheaded vixen of loveliness. She was availing herself to him... and in front of the boss, too. Hell what an opportunity to get even with that blowhard! In seconds, he was on his knees before Sondra as he unhooked Mona's tightly gripping fingers from his stalky erection. "Do you mean that, Sondra?"
Sondra gazed down at his ready-to-fuck cock and smiled. "You heard me." She kicked off her shoes and automatically, he reached up under her skirt, his hands running smoothly up her thighs while she began stripping off her blouse. Ralph assisted by slipping his fingers in the tight waistband of her flimsy little panties and peeling them down over her curving hips and thighs, as she smiled archly and stepped out of them revealing her strawberry tressed pubic mound and gleaming white buttocks.
Meanwhile, Dan, welcoming the chance to get a crack at the corporate head's luscious wife, stood up and came around behind her. Without hesitation he unhooked her brassiere with the simple grace and removed it to see her ripe luscious full breasts glimmer nakedly in the shadowing lantern light, his hands going around her from behind to fondle her soft warm fleshy mounds.
Sondra jumped from the contact of his cold hands, and to warm him up, she reached back behind to grip his solidly pulsing cock that jabbed warmly against the small of her back.
Ralph, still kneeling in front of Sondra, finished undressing her by zipping down her skirt to let it puddle to her slender ankles. With a low moan of hunger, he wrapped his arms around her long, smoothly tapering thighs as his mouth aimed for the pink triangle of her pubic mound. Quickly, his tongue licked down from above into the warm pink moistness of her cuntal slit and came into tingling contact with the studding erection of her marbly clitoris. Sondra whimpered like a hungry kitten at the delicious contact with her sensitive nerve bud and her legs trembled weakly as she slid down to the softness of the mattress between the two nakedly virile men, her thighs splayed obscenely to Ralph and his wetly slithering tongue. Then Dan got in on the action, kissing her mouth, his hands roving over Sondra's lush curves and mounds, as his tongue lashed deeply into the sweetness of her mouth. Sondra sighed and quivered with lewd expectancy, her arousal swelling tenfold at the sight of her husband, not three feet away, slamming his mushroom-headed cock in and out of Mona's stretched pussy.
Nick and his wife stood there in an argumentative stances, but Orin Bradley was not interested in listening to their squabble as Harrington began to castigate his wife Blanche for interfering with his fun! "Listen, Nick... I'm sick and tired of your playing around. It's okay for men, but not for women. What kind of moronic sense does that make?" she blasted.
Orin moved off to the corner of the private, plush office following Sondra's lead. Both she and Blanche had briefed him against showing jealousy, and above all, not to use his fists. Still, it took every bit of patience and cool-headedness he possessed to contain himself as he caught his first glance of Mona lying flat on her back, her passionately quivering legs spread wide and pulled up and back, mashing her tan and white striped breasts flat to her chest, accepting all of Hugh's thundering cock and mouthing silent pleas for more. That took the patience of Job, but he watched silently as Hugh's cock cleaved his wife's tender young pussy, her wetly throbbing cunt flowered open and distended torturously to take it all in. He withered at the sight of his wife's beautiful baby-face twisted in lustful passion... a passion he had seldom seen in her. Seething with anger and hurt, he pumped his fists, wishing he could settle this with a few well-placed punches... But Blanche and Sondra said to play it cool... making it a swinging party, so at least I can keep my eye on Mona!
Of course, lurking in the back of his mind was the knowledge that he had enjoyed Hugh's wife... had fucked her to a soaring orgasm, but now, faced with the reality of seeing his own wife in the throes of ecstasy beneath another man's belly, that was close to unbearable.
Her turquoise eyes closed, head flailing in a flounce of blonde curls, Mona felt all her nerve ends terminate seemingly right there in that tightly stretched hole up between her legs that Hugh Murphy filled so wonderfully. Suddenly, she moaned aloud, unaware of her enraged young husband feet away, watching, listening. "Fuck me harder, Hugh! Oh God, shove it in me deeper... and harder. I want all of your cock! All of it!"
Blinded with fury, knowing only that somehow he was going to get even, Orin raised his eyes from the mattress surrounded with flaming lanterns streaking red over his wife's naked body and saw that Ralph and Dan were already involved with Sondra Murphy. Methodically stripped of her clothing, she lay between the two men, whose four hands roved across her body like lost birds looking for a place to nest and lying at the other end of the mattress was a strange looking fellow Orin assumed to be James Alabaster, the mathematical genius. During his angry inspection of the room, Orin's penis had come up hard and throbbing. Without thinking, he crossed to the mattress, zipped down his fly, and reached in to haul out the massive stalk of his angry, flushed cock. I'll give her some cock to remember, God damn it!
Kneeling down beside his mindlessly, lustfully lost wife on the mattress, Orin reached out to keep her head from rolling, tightly gripping her by the delicate jaw, while his other hand held the purple veined shaft like a weapon, and he worked the loose foreskin back to reveal its mushroom shaped head. He gripped her face, forcing her to face him and growled; "Here, God damn it, Mona... let me give you some cock if you need it so bad!"
Mona popped open one passion-clouded eye to gaze directly into her husband's slitted cock-eye, dribbling with pre-cum. Eyes fading with fright, she snuck a peak at his stony face, seeing the fearsome expression of it and knowing Orin had reached his saturation point with patience. Dear Lord... he thinks I'm here because I want to be! Immediately she understood what he wanted... what he was going to force her to do...! And she remembered all those nights she'd absolutely refused to take his penis into her mouth. Maybe she could calm him down.
"Darling... you're here!"
"Yeah ... I'm here, and now start sucking on my cock, you bitch!"
As if he were pulling a tire lose from its frame, he pulled her head roughly close to him while he wriggled closer to her, spreading his knees wide and shoving the hotly throbbing head of his cock hard against her lips. She tried to twist her head aside, but he held her tight. "Wait... it's not like you think... I..."
"Suck!" He thrust his hips forward against his wife's moistened, parted lips, and automatically she ovaled them as the satiny rubbery length slipped inside. Instinctively, her tongue began to swirl around the sensitive tip and the little glans at the end. Orin shuffled forward further, groaning in an effort to ram more of his maledom down his wife's choking throat.
Between her widespread thighs, Hugh worked savagely, slamming his demanding cock with sledge hammer thrusts deeply into her belly. His balls ached, begging to explode its flesh-searing load. Dismay and joy mingled in him: dismay and disappointment at not being able to bring Orin's wife to orgasm, which was a point of pride with him in his prowess with women; the joy, of course, was the natural one of ecstatic anticipation of ejaculation. Damn it! Why did her husband have barge in here with my wife and Blanche? Hugh had been so wrapped up in his own sexual play, he could watch only helplessly as his wife brazenly threw herself at his salesman and armed guard. And that damned Bradley... forcing his wife to suck him off, just when I'm ready to cum... cum!
Viciously, he rammed his wildly spewing cock deep into her nibbling pussy as far as he could for one final plunge, pubic bone crashing hard into hers and making her moan and whimper. His white hot semen rushed in spasmodic gushes, pumping from the tiny eye to jet deep into the young wife's quivering womb. "Aaaggghh!" he grunted in disgust. "Christ! I blew it too soon!" His bulky body slumped down on top of her, interfering with Orin who was shoving all but a millimeter of his cock down his wife's throat.
In the corner of the room, Nick and Blanche ended their verbal battle with Blanche's promise for no more double standards in their marriage. In short, succinct statements, she declared her sexual freedom.
"We can split up... or we can swing together as a couple. But no more of this behind-my-back stuff! I want to have a good time out of life!"
It was an ultimatum Nick couldn't argue against. "Damn it, have it your way... but so far, all we've done is talk about it. Let's get in on the action!"
They plunged into the middle of the room, eyes hungry for a spare pussy, a flaccid cock. Both stared down at lucky Sondra Murphy now nakedly up on her knees, her smooth alabaster buttocks humping back against Ralph who was fucking her dog style from behind, slamming his king-sized cock deep into her slippery cuntal hole. Also on his knees in front of the strawberry haired ex-show girl was Dan, unconsciously grinding his teeth in blind lust as Sondra worked her mouth around the blood-fed erection sliding easily in and out of her practiced lips.
Whimpering with lust, Blanche stepped out of her dress while beside her, Nick stripped off his boxer shorts and, dropping to his knees, crawled over to the triumvirate writhing on the mattress. Now was Nick's chance to get at Mona! Hugh obviously was coming down to the wire, ready to cum in a flash. In a countless second it happened, and Hugh's bearish body sagged heavily down on top of Orin's luscious blonde wife. With wily alacrity, he noted that his boss had failed to bring the coconut-tanned blonde to orgasm... for Mona was punching her pelvis up and down in an invitation for someone-anyone-to finish her off.
Nick nudged his boss. "Dammit, Hugh, how about getting off of her, so I can have turn on her!" His command bordered on insolence, he knew, but Blanche's interruption had fired his impatience. Besides, he was tired of playing second fiddle to that little Nero, Alabaster.
Surprisingly, the bully figure of Hugh Murphy stirred and rolled away to his side of the mattress like a bowling ball skimming down the gutter. With an unintelligible grunt, he glared over at Sondra, involved with her own thing with Ralph and Dan and grated; "When I get you alone, you little whore, I'm going to fuck the ass off of you!"
Of course she couldn't answer back with her mouth stuffed full of cock and everytime she caught her breath, Ralph jabbed her from behind. Dan was just about ready to cum and Sondra bobbed her head up and down the warm shaft of his pulsing penis, trying to match the obscene tempo of his thrust as he savagely fucked his cock faster and deeper into her hungry mouth and throat. Trembling with anticipation, Sondra waited for the hot flood of Dan's sperm to explode into her mouth; even so, she heard and thrilled at her husband's threat to 'fuck the ass' off her. Ooohhhh! I hope so!
Orin had been on the brink of telling Hugh what he thought of him when Nick interrupted. As Harrington pushed himself up and rolled away from on top of Mona, Orin snapped at Nick. "Not so damned fast, Harrington! She's my wife... I'm going to fuck her now!"
Kneeling up, he pulled his saliva-glistened penis out of Mona's sucking mouth and bellowed: "Get up on your knees, woman! I'm going to fuck like a man!" The insult, aimed at Hugh, fell on deaf ears.
Mona, her eyes glazed with arousal, disappointed with Hugh's untimely orgasm, hastened to her knees. "Ohhh, darling, Orin! I want you to f-fuck me any way you w-want!" In a flash her buttocks were waving in an obscene invitation back toward her husband who had knee-walked into position behind her, his penis threaded with saliva and lubricating pre-cum.
Disheartening it was for Blanche, as she kicked aside her panties that the only man not involved in copulation in one form or another, was James Alabaster. He was lying there, watching after having satisfied Mona's pounding pussy. It tickled him, too, that Hugh Murphy, big blow-hard Murphy couldn't make her cum. And they thought I was inadequate... hmmff!
Alabaster's eyes fell on Blanche standing there nakedly voluptuous with her smoky grey eyes, and he knew that the ultimate power ploy would be to fuck the boss's womanizing credit manager's wife... the boss' own lover! Her creamy white skin was a sharp contrast to Mrs. Bradley coconut tan, and her sensually mounded body, pointed up in full melonous peaks, were tipped with rosebud nipples... an erotic vision to a man who'd spent two days tucked away in an office alone. He reached down to touch his stirring penis... perhaps to make certain it was still working. His five foot frame wiggled over to her, coming up to her chin.
"It's getting crowded over there," he squeaked. Then he took her in his pudgy little arms and kissed her with a, deep lashing tongue, open-mouthed as he moved her backward toward an upholstered arm chair in the corner.
Beggars can't be choosey... Blanche reminded herself, feeling the soft velour of the chair cushion soften the blow as she slumped down into the chair.
In a flash the little man was kneeling down in front of her, his hands going up under her knees to lift and spread her smooth thighs apart. Deftly, he draped her flexed legs over the chair and as he leaned forward, Blanche instinctively rotated her pelvis... wanting his tongue there in the seeping folds of her pussy.
"Goddd, that's nice!" she crooned as James' head wedged between her trembling thighs and his long hot tongue shot out to lick her hardening clitoris.
Hugh did a double take as he recognized the groaning woman in the chair as Nick Harrington's wife... and his mistress! A flow of rekindling sexual interest coursed through him. Being the virile man that he was, his heart pumped gushing blood into his growing cock and trapped it there, building another hard erection. Well, hell... I might as well even things up! There are twice as many cocks as cunts. He hauled himself off the mattress and ambled over to where Blanche and James monopolized the softest chair in the room, his penis spearing boldly from his salt and pepper pubic hair, ready for a close encounter.
As Orin came in behind his kneeling young wife, Mona, whose naked tanned striped buttocks undulated like a waving flag back toward him, Nick snickering, "If you wanna satisfy the woman, give it to her in the ass!"
Mona heard his vile urging and moaned, "Nooo, Orinnn, don't you dare!"
Orin recognized the fitting punishment for his wife's debauchery. He forgot for a moment that the man suggesting it was completely responsible for her forbidden infidelity in the first place.
"Shut up! You told me I could fuck you any way I wanted..." Putting his words into action, Orin reached out to the beige moons of her buttocks and with strong fingered hands, pried apart her clenching buttock cheeks. Holding them widespread, he dipped the lust swollen head of his throbbing penis into the hot slippery moisture-a lurid mixture of saliva, female cum and male sperm-and aimed it straight at the tiny brown eye of her tightly puckered anus. His pulsating cock head jabbed at the defenseless button and he pushed hard, using all the strength in his muscular legs and back.
"Aaaaggghhhh... you're hurting me!" cried Mona. "Stop... Orin!"
Orin grunted with the effort as he felt the elastic opening give a little. "It's tighter than hell!"
"It'll go in," Nick cheered from the sidelines, wishing he was doing that himself.
"Orin... baby... don't... you'll ruin me back there!"
"No I won't!" countered Orin. "Push your ass back against me just like you did with these other bastards. PUSH, GODDAMN YOU!" His hand whined through the air and came down in a stinging slap against her buttocks. Nick grinned at her sharp scream.
Abject in humiliation, trapped in a room with six sex-crazed men (the worst of which was her own husband), Mona was forced to cooperate. She tried to relax and push back against him, but gained only a searing pain for her trouble. "Ooouuggh!" she shrieked. "It hurts too much," she hissed between clenched teeth.
Nick was down on his hands and knees coaching. "It only hurts for a little while! You'll get used to it! It'll slide in like greased lightning if you just relax."
Sweat beaded on Orin's brow. Her tightly clenched anus was locked like a vise around his purple veined cock; her sphincter ring felt as if it were contracting rather than stretching. But he was committed to his task and with a surge he rammed hard, forcing the tip of his cock far enough inside of her rectum to feel the spongy walls. It was the most intensely erotic sensation he had ever felt. "Christ!" he choked, then rammed forward, again, gaining another half inch.
"Oooooooohhh! Myyyy! GGoddddddd!" Mona screamed with the pain of it.
Instinctively, Orin gripped her bucking hips and pulled her roughly back toward him, while he drove his loins forward with jackhammering thrusts. Inch by painful inch, his cock bored into her tense rectum until finally almost all of it was buried deep inside her hot, private walls. Looking down, the lantern illuminated the cruelly stretched little anus clenching and unclenching like a baby mouth. It's in, by God, I got it in!
He stopped pushing then, knowing that his wife's virginal rectum would need a moment to adjust to this new delight, but he couldn't help the involuntary lurch of his cock buried deep inside her buttery depths. Each time his overly excited penis spasmed, it brought another wail or squeal from Mona's swollen lips. God damn, this is really wild!
Now that his cock was in her hideously stretched backside, flexing and squirming around in its unnatural burial ground, it felt better... much better. The pain had metamorphasised into a dully erotic sensation. She moaned, this time not with pain but with desire... a wildly insane desire for Orin to go on and on, using her rectum back there just as her cunt and her mouth had been used.
Her hips bucked and her lips quivered, mouthing pleas. "Orin... darling...? Fuck me there! Go ahead... and fuck me there!" Even as she moaned out her supplications, she wasn't prepared for Nick Harrington's suggestion.
"Now... if you'll flip her over, Orin... and keep your cock shoved all the way up in her asshole, I'll be able to fuck her, too... in the cunt! She'll go crazy over that!"
Neither man seemed to have heard her gasped out objection, for in the next moment, her husband had wrapped his strong arms around her and was rolling them both over until she was lying full length on top of him-her back pressed against his hairy chest-with his throbbing stalk of maledom buried like some giant log deep up inside her sensitively puckering rectum. Her legs were splayed wide apart, white threads of cum-some old, some recent-sticking to her legs.
Orin, her once gentle, sweet Orin rasped in her ear: "Now you're going to get enough cock, damn you!"
Helplessly trapped between the two men, she felt Harrington crawl between their legs. A pearl of pre-cum dripped from the slit of his penis, needlessly lubricating its way for the plunge that would fill Mona Bradley's cunt to bursting, stuffing her like a Thanksgiving turkey. The sensation registered as exquisite in her brain as it slipped in, filling her with man-cock. "Oh, God! Don't make me wait! Fuck me! Fuck me... hard! Both of you!"
Then she was buffeted from above and below, both long virile penises moving in her with a wildness that knew no equal, and she matched that wildness as she bucked her hips upward against Nick to absorb all of his cock into her pinkly swollen pussy, then fucked downward against her husband to feel his grinding deep into the hot tightness of her anal canal. It was all too heady... so ridden with erotically delicious sensations that her senses began to desert her one by one: eyes dimming with lust and ears buzzing and unhearing, but leaving her feeling it all... the only important sense upon which she concentrated was the electric sensations of lustful sexuality as she was fucked in the anus, fucked in the cunt... and fucked into sweet oblivion.
Ralph, slamming his purpled knobbed manhood into Sondra's receptive pussy from behind, brought the redhead to her first orgasm while she sucked kittenishly on Dan's long hard pole. Moments later, his own climax pumped to spew his scalding cum deep up inside her convulsing cuntal channel. Wild to drive toward his own ejaculation, Dan shoved Ralph in the chest, pushing him away. "You've had her! Now it's my turn!" Kneeling up, he pulled his cock out of Sondra's softly nibbling mouth, flipped the naked redhead over on her back and shoved his cock up into her steaming pussy. Insanely, he fucked into her, pounding deep and hard with desperate strength... and Sondra came again, just ahead of his own explosion.
"Aaaaaaaahhh! GaaawWWd!"
Dan collapsed wearily on top of her with a grunt of satisfaction. "Christ, what a woman!"
Hugh Murphy had been making amends with his secretary, kissing and fondling her naked breasts as she sat spread-legged in the chair while the kneeling accountant tongue-fucked her to ecstatic heights of ecstasy. Her hips ground up against his wet tongue, smashing his nose against her clitoris. Suddenly she broke her kiss with Hugh, gasping: "Oh, that's wonderful... but I've got to have a cock in me now!"
Alabaster raised his bobbing head and she slid from the chair down to the thick carpet, stationing herself in front of a heater with her thighs wide in reception. Eagerly her hands groped down to pull at his long thin penis as he wiggled up between her legs. She guided him straight into her seeping cunt and her hands shot down to pull him hard and tight into her loins. "Now! Fuck me with everything you've got!"
Going down to the rug beside her, Hugh Murphy intended to have her suck him off while James fucked her, but his attention was diverted by his wife's screaming climax under Dan's pounding pelvis. Hugh's pale blue eyes flashed with jealousy and an unwarrantably injured pride. So inured was he to the double standard of behavior, he found it damning to tolerate her brazen salacity. I'll teach her who's boss when we get home!
His piggish eyes shifted to the mattress where the three figures punched and thrust against each other, all yelling out mating calls of lust. Two men fucking one woman was something he'd like to try himself and watching Mona Bradley's greedy response at being sandwiched in between Nick's slamming cock in the cunt and her husband's deeply buried manhood in her anus, cemented his assessment that Mona could take on ten men at once.
A banshee cry of womanly lust pierced his ears and his eyes followed the sound waves to the floor where his secretary, Blanche Harrington, sweated under the stiffening body of his accountant. One final plunge into Blanche's quivering pussy and the dwarfish fellow gasped in complete exhaustion as another pint of his sperm shot out to splash against Blanche's thirsty cervix.
Hugh Murphy wanted part of the action-after all, this was his office, his company. Mona Bradley had no room for more cocks and fucking his wife in public was no way to usher in the New Year. Inspiration of a new sort flitted through his body. Waiting for a moment, Hugh knelt down beside his secretary and prodded James Alabaster into moving aside. "You got your reward... she's my secretary!"
Obligingly, too tired to resist, James rolled away, completely satiated. He'd cum twice.
Hugh straddled Blanche's naked body and, as she gazed up through sex-glazed eyes to see him swimmingly, she murmured. "Oh, it's you, Hugh! Fuck or suck... which will it be?"
"Neither!"
"Huh?"
"This!" He spat into his palm and rubbed the saliva over the knob of his pulsing, cock. Sliding himself up further, still straddling her, Hugh reached out to cup the pliant melons of her breasts; then pushing them up from the sides toward the center of her chest, he flexed his hips forward and slid his heavy veined cock into the soft, warm, buttery channel between. "Now, Blanche, you hold your tits up for Hugh, and I'm going to have some fun!"
"...But, what will I get out of this?" she started to protest.
Hugh cut her short. "Don't worry... you'll be taken care of."
"Nick never did this to me!"
Hugh Murphy flexed his hips, driving his seeping penis in between the soft satiny flesh of her breasts as she obediently held them tightly together. Damn! This is just a sophisticated kind of masturbation! But whatever Hugh wanted, Hugh got... and this silliness proved just that. I'll just have to put up with it... like I put up with everything else.
Blanche wasn't prepared for the erotic sensations of his heavily swaying testicles scraping tantalizingly across her naked belly and a flicker of arousal glowed deep up in the pulsing, sperm-filled hole between her legs.
Over on the mattress, Mona was mewling and purring, moving in concert with her husband brutally fucking into her anus and Nick ramming so deliciously into her throbbing cunt. Suddenly, everything tingled from her toes to her finger tips and she felt as though a volcano were ready to blow inside of her. Soaring, she rose to meet her orgasm, convulsing with a scream: "Ohhhhh! Goddd! Fuck haaarder! I'm cummming!"
Never in her four years of sexual experience had Mona climaxed so intensely. Her naked young body shivered as thrills of orgasmic pleasure shimmered like deep-throated organ notes through her. For a moment she felt faint, her eyes dimmed and blood pounding in her ears like raging surf.
Beneath her, Orin brutally thrust his hips upward, his penis boring another inch up into his wife's rectum as his sperm-filled balls let loose with a pint of semen. His cum surged through him like molten lava. "Christ!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, Bunnnnnnnnnnny!" On and on his cock pumped, even though he lay quite still, not stroking at all, just lying there and feeling her rectal muscles milking him of all strength and feeling Nick's cock through the thin membrane separating cunt from rectum.
Above, Nick Harrington pounded and pummeled into Mona's cunt, splashing out his orgasm and collapsing on top of the reunited Bradley's.
None of the three moved, and the room fell quiet, save for the grunting sputters from down on the floor where Hugh Murphy straddled Blanche, fucking her between the breasts.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Hugh! Fuck me in the cunt!"
He did and she did... fuck-both cumming in less than a minute.
Afterward, they all lay half comatose, watching the lanterns flicker. One by one, bodies cuddled together for warmth, the sizzling heat of lust having warmed the room to a seasonable comfort.
States of emergency do bring people closer together, and out in the furniture department, bodies contacted in provocative rapacity, huddling together for heat, cuddling for security, kissing to welcome in the New Year. In drunken bliss, under a roof of blankets, more than one child was conceived on that blustery eve.