Chapter 2
Downstairs on the first floor of Joseph's Department Store, Orin Bradley's patience had withered to a toothpick. Where was Mona? One by one, he watched angry shoppers stomp defeatedly back into the department store, shake their heads disgruntledly and brush the snow from their shoulders.
"God damn, son-of-a-bitch!" sputtered a salesman ,blowing his frost-bitten dripping nose after spending fifteen minutes shoveling out his car only to have it slide into the culvert bordering the department store. "There ain't no way in hell I'm gonna get home, and my wife's gonna bitch at me for playing around on her. That's just great!"
"Yeah, Chester, I don't know why in hell they didn't close the store this morning." The armed guard rested his hands on the heavy leather gun holster hugging his hips while empathetic eyes surveyed the nefariously frozen fairyland of the Joseph's Department Store parking lot. "Nothin' short of an army tank's gonna get us outta here." Pushing back his hat, he scratched his head.
Orin Bradley let out an angry whimper and cast his eyes toward the escalator, contemplating searching for his wife in the playland maze of the store and dragging her home while they could still get there... sunlamp or no sunlamp!
Up on the fourth floor, vacated save for a few faithful employees, Nick Harrington bolted the door of the furniture storage room stacked high with the mattresses still in plastic wrappers. The delivery men were off due to inclement weather and with no customers to wait on, what salesman would venture there, he rationalized to himself with a lewd snicker. Often before, he'd used this room as a cheap motel room when a tear-faced customer couldn't pay her bill and was threatened with bill collectors. Worked fine every time. Why not with this dumb blonde bomb-shell sitting sprawled out atop a Seeley Posturpedic mattress looking like the helpless prey of a wily fox!
A shiver of dread snaked up Mona's spine, feeling like a wild animal must when the steel jaws of the trap are sprung and snap down painfully on a tender paw. How could she have been so ignorant and selfish as to jeopardize Orin's filling station for the sake of a silly suntan! Oh, the follies of vanity!
"You're quite a woman, Mona," Nick murmured, stretching out on the crinkly mattress next to her, his hands creeping up to caress Mona's wool-covered thighs and easing up to the waist band to unzip the metallic trap guarding her femininity. She didn't help him when he slithered the tight skinny pants down over her hips and pulled them off her slender legs. His cold fingers snaked up her smooth flesh as his gently massaging hand caressed her creamy skin. If not for the sake of her marriage, at least for her dignity, she had to try one last plea. "Please...? Can't we forget it. I didn't buy anything! I didn't steal!" Her turquoise eyes turned a watery blue.
He eyed her luscious gullibility and almost imperceptibly, her thighs, tan as creamy coffee, slid apart involuntarily, the feeling of helpless defeat overwhelming. Confidently, Nicks hand scouted the way. His hand was suddenly at its destination, there on the warmly throbbing mound of her femininity, his fingers searching along the flimsy nylon panties that just barely covered her warmly moistened pubic slit. Slowly, his boney outstretched middle slipped in under the elastic legband and, before her fevered mind registered the moment, he was caressing the already blood-swollen lips of her wetly
pulsating pussy. The sexy feel of her warm, young sex-flesh, the softness of her sparse, golden pubic curls tickling his exploring fingers inflamed Nick with an urgency to follow his fingers with the hardness of his massively erect cock.
"Ohhhh... don't touch me there! Nobody but Orin ever touches me there!" whimpered Mona, sitting stoically still except for splaying her thighs slightly a little more, as his fingers turned her into a morass of sensations. She was getting hot... against her will. The sensitive nerve endings of her responding cunt were signaling a readiness to be titillated... and satisfied, and she wanted neither. Not with this horrid man!
She would submit to him for Orin's sake... to save his filling station and their marriage... but that didn't mean she would enjoy it. And oh, God, his halitosis breath bathing her neck was making her hair curl! It'll be over with in a few minutes. A tiny moan escaped her lips. "Oh, please, Mr. Harrington... d-don't...!"
He was leaning over her, ready to kiss her with his beefy lips, red and chapped. "Nick's the name..." he grated and kissed her hard, pressuring his pointed tongue through her wetly parted lips to stab probingly into her hot mouth as his arm snaked around her trim waist to crush her voluptuously trembling body close to his. Below, his fingers played at the moistened mouth of her hotly throbbing cuntal split, dipping just inside her furry pussy lips with sensuous insistence, then moving upward under her nylon panties to find the oily pink marble of her clitoris.
For such a scrawny man, Nick Harrington was strong, and Mona was thinking just that when she moaned up into his mouth as his extended middle finger made contact with her sensitive little nerve bud, and her hips moved under her in a writhing, but futile attempt to escape his tantalizing fingering.
Ohhh... it felt so delicious! Why didn't Orin tease her like that instead of rolling her over, sticking his penis in and finishing himself off after a few grunts.
Adultery, hot fudge sundaes, and her fading tan couldn't get Mona's mind off the teasing brushings along the hot length of her clitoris where sparks seemed to fly! In a few more gyrations, her writhing hips were thrusting up with a fevered urgency against his pencil-thin finger. Mona stiffened. What am I doing, acting like a slut? I'm acting like I really want him to do it to me, just like when Orin gets me all worked up! Oh, God, I'm ready to cheat on Orin! That, she had never intended on doing.
As Mona's body went rigid, Harrington pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, and looked down into her face quizzically.
What's the matter now?"
"Oh, I can't cheat on my husband!"
"Your hot little cunt, or the filling station!" snarled Nick emphatically. "Anyway... he wouldn't pass up the chance for a good screw... and you know it!" He gave her pussy a hard jab that made her mouth drop open. "Now, get those clothes off so we can get out of here before the damned store closes!"
Leadenly, Mona undressed. Turning her back to him, she pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it aside. As she reached back to unclasp her brassiere, she felt Harrington's clawish hands already there unhooking it. Leaning forward, she shed the brassiere, letting the fullness of her creamy breasts pop free, her nipples puckering at their first breath of fresh air.
Nick's hands, itchily grasping for their pliant softness, groped around her from behind, squeezing and kneading their satiny warmth like so much bread dough. As he dug his fingers into her mammary flesh, the coned-out, berry-like nipples spiked out hard against the palms of his hands. Mona tolerated his brutal caresses as he mashed her breasts with the hardness of his hands, while his chapped lips kissed the baby softness of her neck nape, causing indescribable tingling sensations to flash through her aroused body. Below, in the small of her tanned back, he felt the huge, warmly throbbing bulge of his penis pressing up tight against her back, seeping pre-cum smearing it on her naked flesh from the eye of his blood-engorged cock.
"Oh, Oooohhhh..." she whimpered, unable to control herself. It was this way with Orin too. God, just the feel of a man's strength next to her frail, feminine body made her collapse in a mass of goosebumped, aroused flesh. Half an hour ago she would have punched somebody in the nose, had they suggested she would cheat on Orin... and she would have torn their eyes out if they'd dared intimate she would enjoy the feel of another man's hands on her naked flesh!
"Jesus, what a tan! I'd love to see you in the bikini!" He licked his lips, gazing down at the brown border of her tanned back that dipped well below the cleft of her round, tight buttocks.
Mona's shoulders quivered in helpless desire. Steeling herself, she resigned her body to its fate and told herself she wouldn't become emotionally involved with this horrid man. Somehow... I've got to get it over with... before Orin comes looking for me!
Lithely writhing from his grasp, Mona stripped off her dampened panties and lay down on the bed, her thighs spread obscenely. Looking up at her credit manager with a feigned expression of boredom, she said; "H-Here I am. Let's get this over with." Inside her bosomy chest, her heart pounded with an impatience that tingled all the way down to her marbly clitoris.
With a lewd snicker, Harrington began pulling off his own clothes. "By the time I'm finished fucking you, you'll want more. I know your type. I could tell you were lying."
I'll be lucky if he's got anything down there between those skinny legs, winced Mona to herself, wondering how such a tall beanpole of a man could be virile. He's probably got a twig for manhood! She heard the sigh of cloth on skin, and knew he had stepped out of his trousers. Opening one turquoise eye, she saw him remove his shorts, releasing his twig that looked more like a log! My God! He's so big! Her eyes jeweled in surprise. Nick caught her look and chortled gloatingly.
"Admiring my cock, heh?" He reached down and flapped its hardness at her. "Big as Orin's?"
"N-No! You're a child compared to my husband!" she lied.
"Oh, is that so? Well, flop over on your belly, bitch and let's give this child some sex education." Nick sat down on the edge of the stone-hard mattress and reached out for the trembling blonde who'd obediently changed her position, his fingers tracing the outlines of her shivering alluring contours lightly drawing them down over her back and across the swelling, softly pliant moons of her lush, plumply rounded buttocks; down over the tapered thighs he moved, allowing them to drift back up the soft, satin-like flesh of her bronze inner thighs to the twin protuberances of her smooth untanned bottom, where he paused to knead and caress the warmth of her lotion-soft flesh. His fingers, gentle and light the instant before, were now hard and brutal as they dug deliriously in hard to leave red welts on her alabaster ass cheeks as if to brand her.
Again she moaned, partly in pain and undeniably, too, because of the hot passion sparking through her body. "Why d-don't you just go ahead and do it to m-me! I won't tell anybody that you raped me!"
"Raped you? You're here because you wanted to be here."
"No... no, I'm not!" she wailed down into the plastic wrapped mattress that felt devilishly cold against her fevered skin.
"Well see..." His voice had modulated, a little softer now, as he continued. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't oblige a woman who wants to be fucked?"
His reasoning escaped her for the time being. God! How she wished this ordeal was over with. Over and over, she promised herself she wouldn't sign any more papers without Orin there to justify it. And afterwards...? How could life ever be the same again? Certainly she could never shop at Joseph's again... and they had such fine sales, too!
Suddenly, the snaky feel of his moistly warm lips were on her neck kissing her, his tantalizing tongue tracing down along her spine, as he crouched nakedly over her, his stone-hard penis spearing out from the wiry patch of his pubic hair. His mouth and tongue were caressing the satiny skin of her cream-white buttocks, sending tiny chills of sensual anticipation flashing along her nerve endings, telegraphing obscene messages to her pussy below. On downward along the softly smooth taper of her thighs, to the backs of her knees, the curve of her calves and her ankles, he kissed and licked like a mother cat cleaning her kittens. On the return trip, his tongue paid homage to the inside of her thighs as he levered them further apart.
High-voltage sensations rippled through her as Harrington's teasing tongue burrowed deep into the dark mystery of the crevice between her buttocks, the curling tip of his tongue licking at the tiny, puckering opening of her anus. Mona shivered and recoiled involuntarily as the new and surprisingly erotic sensations shimmered like desert heat devils through the core of her being.
Then, his mouth was gone from that sensitive spot and roving upward again; finally, after what seemed like eons, he was back at the nape of her neck. Now, it was in her ears, where his agile tongue licked all around the rim, then tantalized the hole with its pointed, teasing tip.
Shuddering with lurid excitement, Mona's blood-red fingertips clawed at the plastic wrapper that was her sheet, wadding it up in crinkly balls in the palms of her
sweating fists. Everything seemed to concentrate there in that hotly throbbing hole up between her legs, and then radiate outward to her belly, her breasts, her arms and legs. Even on the smooth skin of her back his moist kisses lingered.
Oh, he's driving me bananas! Orin never did that to me... oh, God, he's making me want him... and he's such an ugly, disgusting man!
"You can turn over now, Mona! I want to see if the front is as yummy as the back!"
Complying, Mona flipped over on the noisy mattress, thinking: Maybe he'll do it now! Fervently, she wished that... wanting this torment to end.
Downstairs, Orin Bradley blew his nose and rubbed his hands, trying to get the feeling back in them after a shivering trip to the parking lot to see if his blue Toyota had found itself a home in the white snowdrift of parking area E. His fears, well founded, pounded in his ears along with the pain of frostbite.
Four stories up in the mattress warehouse, Nick Harrington crooned over Mona's naked body, his tongue darting across the tip of a distended, coral pink nipple, his hotly salivating mouth widening to take in the whole of it, including the goose-bumped areola between his hungrily sucking lips. His other bony hand stroked the swollen fullness of the other breast, cupping and massaging the tanned, white-patched mound of whipped cream flesh, kneading it hard as his thumb and forefinger teasingly rolled the painfully puckered, berry-like nipple.
The rampaging erotic shock of his touch made Mona mewl deep in her chest, shamefully realizing that she wanted this strange man's rock hard penis fucking
pell-mell into her seeping cunt. And he hasn't even touched me down there! Hard on the heels of this crushing self-knowledge came a devastating thought: God! I'll be an adulteress... not because he raped me, but because I wanted it! Lord forgive me, but I want him to fuck me until I'm knock-kneed... the way my husband should, but doesn't!
Now Nick's demoralizing tongue was trailing with tantalizing slowness down across the flat white plane of her belly, stopping momentarily to screw flickingly into the shallow jewel of her navel; then, as his slobbering mouth tickled the sparse, golden blonde curls of her pubic thatch, Mona's body lurched. He's going to kiss my vagina!
Orin had never tried using his mouth on his luscious wife down there between her legs; certain Mona would disapprove of such vulgar lovemaking. God! She clamped her desire-trembling legs tight together to deny Nick entrance there, but unexpectedly then, she felt him leapfrog downward to her thighs. As his moist kisses worked slowly back up toward her warmly quivering pussy, it was his hand that probed, his outstretched middle finger insinuating into the soft, hair-lined crease at the top and pressuring downward until he discovered the hidden bud of her clitoris throbbing in wild anticipation. Lightly, he brushed the tip of his pointed finger over it, petting it, stroking it, feeling it harden under the soft pressure of his finger. The nakedly crouching credit manager grunted with satisfaction as he felt her tightly clenched thighs relax ever so slightly.
It occurred to Mona that she ought to say something to cut through the ugly sounds of his slobbering tongue licking over her body, but her will and volition had melted like April ice. The mass of erotic sensations overburdening her nervous system took charge mutinously and the aroused young wife couldn't keep her legs, guarding the succulent pink treasure of her womb, tightly pressed together. With a sinking feeling, Mona realized this virtual stranger had stolen command of her body.
With a grunt, Harrington's nearly bald head dropped down between her erotically shivering thighs, while his hands worked at her knees, spreading and raising them so that her vagina was an open door to him. For a hungry instant, his gloating eyes devoured the delicious groveling feast before him; the pink petals of her vagina with the blonde furry coat glistening with her cuntal juices. It was almost like breaching a succulent shellfish to get at the goodies inside. With a suddenness too swift to follow, his hungry wet mouth clamped over her desire-ridden cunt.
"Oooohhhh... God! You can't... do that!" Mona's lust constricted voice bubbled off into a loud kittenish mewl of pleasure as his wetly licking tongue invaded her impatiently pulsating pussy.
Nick's tongue probed for a moment until he found her erect, pulsating clitoris and began to lick at it while his nostrils flared from the perfumy headiness of her cunt, driving him insane with desire, making his hairless head blush with desire.
"Like that, huh?" he gloated listening to her agonized moans as he took the bud of her clitoris between his lips and sucking on its short, hardened length for a few seconds before shifting positions again. Now he held the hard little pink clitoris between his teeth, while his tongue played a drumming beat directly on the sensitive head.
Mona was insane from the delicious torture! "Oh, Nick... don't... do that! You're driving me crazy!"
Instinctively, she knew this cruel man wouldn't stop his tormentive licking until she was a quivering mass of mindlessly aroused desire. Her vision was beginning to swim and her ears chimed with a lustful, heavenly beat. Her only thought was a shocking one: to get this man's thick cock churning deep up inside of her, fucking its hot throbbing way into the deepest depths of her wildly impatient cunt! God... when would he do it?
Just at the point where Mona was certain she would scream if he didn't stop his taunting, Nick shifted his salivating mouth downward, and his tongue slithered into the moistness of her crying cuntal mouth. She did scream then, as she felt him wetly stabbing his snaking tongue in and out of her fevered pussy. Her nakedly aroused cunt ground up into his sucking mouth as she struggled to match the fucking tempo of his tongue into that cock-hungry hole up between her frantically trembling thighs.
His head buried in the searing muskiness of her cunt, Harrington heard her loud whimpering mewls of pleasure as he swirled his velvety tongue around inside her bearded, desire-swollen cuntal mouth. He could feel the silky curls of her blonde pubic hair tickling his shaven cheeks. But he would wait her out. The hot little bitch is ready to climb the walls!
Reaching down, he pulled her long tapering legs up higher and slid his arms under them so that his shoulders wedged her thighs open wide. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he slid his hands under her softly rounded buttocks, his fingers digging cruelly into them and bruising the tender flesh when he pulled the twin moons up close and hard to his sensuously slavering mouth. His mouth fused to her genitals as if they'd been born that way!
Gnashing her teeth and grunting, Mona's red lacquered fingertips reached down to Nick's head, grabbing a tight hold to the few strands of hair they found there and pulled him in harder against her. She'd turned into an animal, lost and mindless in the heat of the season... sex, sensuality, sensation... and the damnable need for orgasm was her world.
"Oh, Ooohhh, Oooohhh, My Gooodddd! Do-do it to me! Now, oh, God, p1ease do it to me now! She moaned in agonized frustration.
Nick Harrington's head raised from her steaming pussy and his mouth, dripping and glistening with her female juices, opened into a lecherous grin.
"Oh, don't look at me like that!" quivered Mona. "Just do it to me and get it over with!" She closed her eyes to blot out the gloating leer of his triumph over her. "You animal!" she spat suddenly.
"Hey, if that's your attitude, I'll stop right now and let you finger-fuck yourself," he grated at her.
True to his word, Nick kept his threat as he crawled off the plastic-wrapped mattress and stood nakedly glaring down at her, his long massive purpled erection spearing out, a drop of pre-cum pearling at the tip. With an ugly-lipped smile, he wagged his cock at her and stroked it with one hand, petting it. "This is what you want, isn't it! You want to feel this little beauty fucking in and out of your cunt until you cum!"
Mona felt a great fear of being abandoned on the brink of what she knew would be one of her most intensely powerful orgasms ever. "Ohhh, don't tease me!" Her trembling hands reached down to her own screamingly aroused cunt and she slipped a long nailed finger into the seeping pink groove to find the oily nub of her clitoris, giving it a few polishing strokes as her naked hips gyrated wildly and her breath came in loud, spasming rasps. Her turquoise eyes glazed insanely as she clawed animalishly at her searing cunt. For that instant in time, she was sure she was all cunt... a hotly throbbing cunt that needed a long hard cock to peg up her seeping hole!
Mona grew frantic, almost delirious with the need to cum. It was no good, she knew dimly, to continue her masturbation, as her eyes focused then locked onto the huge shaft of meaty male flesh that Harrington held in his hand, using it as a carrot before the horse.
With a loud groan, Mona pulled her tanned legs up, her knees almost to her bosom and splayed her thighs as wide as they would go, exposing the whole of her pink, glistening pussy to him, as her hips ground uncontrollably under her in the lewd rhythm of intercourse. With lust-trembling hands, she reached down with her red fingertips and slowly parted the petals of her swollen pink pussy lips far apart in an unmistakable, obscene invitation to the gloating credit manager.
From the depths of her humiliation, she begged him, "For Godsakes, Nick! F-fuck me! Fuck me before I lose my mind!" Good, kind Orin, her fading suntan, and a falsified credit application were all forgotten in one wild, screaming demand for release!
Satisfied with his domination over the blonde bimbo and her humiliating display and endeavors, Harrington crawled up onto the bed and kneeled over her, an arrogant smile of ultimate triumph on his chapped, reddened lips. "Good! Now give me a few instructions and my cock will be happy to accommodate the lady!"
His sadistically cruel smile told her explicitness was his demand. She choked, swallowing her hot saliva as her mind reviewed the four-letter obscenities that were like branding irons searing their impressions into her brain.
"I-I want you to... to f-fuck me... with your c-cock...!" she mumbled, feeling her cheeks blush with shame.
"Where?"
"In my c-cunt..."
"Okay, and how?" goaded Harrington.
"Oh, dear Lord, as hard as you can!"
That didn't satisfy Nick Harrington. "Damn it, say it all at once, so I get the message."
Like a prisoner tied to a public whipping post, Mona groaned out; "You're tormenting me!"
"I don't want any doubts in your mind! You're the one begging me to fuck you... Isn't that right?"
"Yes, oh, God, anything you say!" Tears of frustration pooled in her aqua eyes. "Please, Nick, fuck me... in my cunt!"
He wedged his hips down between her widespread thighs, the head of his achingly pounding cock nestling down into the blonde-furred openness of her dripping pussy lips.
"Okay, if you want it, stick it in yourself!"
The guillotine blade of guilt snapped on her psyche, and Mona let out a soul-searing wail. "Oooohhh Gawdddd!" Reaching down, her tiny hand only partially encircled the girth of Nick's hot penis, and with deliberate care, she slipped it between the seeping lips of her cunt.
Holding himself above her, Harrington flexed his hips slightly and forced his bulbous cock head inch by tormentive inch into the elastic opening of her hungering, moistly ready cunt.
Flat on her back beneath him, Mona's mouth fell with the realization that his cock head would stretch her vagina beyond endurance, that he would rip her apart. She tensed in fear, the stretching pressure straining her flesh like a criminal tied on medieval rack.
"Ooooaaaggghhh! You're too big!"
"Damn it, would you quit being so nervous?"
"Oh, please, I can't stand it!"
Her tortured eyes begged him for mercy, but, through her tears, she noticed his sadistic pleasure as inch by heated inch, his cock bored into her wetly cringing cunt, until suddenly with a satisfied gasp, he rammed forward into her tightly resisting pussy with the force of a stallion.
Mona screamed again, the stacked up mattresses absorbing her cries.
"Take it out, pleeeze!" She would be forever stretched and Lord, what if Orin noticed she wasn't as tight as she used to be?
"Hell, no... I just got it in!" he countered, as his bludgeoning length pummeled into her, pushing the moistly warm walls of her velvety cuntal lining before it until, with a resounding smack, his sperm-heavy balls slapped up against the smooth white cheeks of her nakedly upturned buttocks.
He lay immobile for a moment before flexing his throbbing cock deep up inside the hugging walls of her cunt, his hips grinding to gouge his penis a fraction of an inch deeper into her tight cunt.
Soon, the delicious sensual feelings, earlier masked by his painful entrance, came flooding back on her and her moaning mewls of pain were gradually replaced with gurgles of unequivocal pleasure.
Nick began a grinding motion (something Orin had never done) swinging his hips from side to side in circles, boring his cock head deeper into the darkness of her womb. Stretched and relaxed, her cuntal walls gushed with happy juices, feeding the fire of her wild naked loins that gyrated, ground and undulated under her tormentor.
The signals were there: it was time to really fuck her. So help me, God, I'm gonna fuck her till I squirt it out her fucking throat!
The credit manager raised himself on hands and knees above her squirming body to get the most powerful leverage possible and began to rock backward and forward using short, smooth strokes that gradually lengthened and deepened with increasing speed. He felt the wetly clinging inner tissue of her cunt squeezing around the entire length of his rock hard cock as if to strangle it. God, she's got a tight cunt!
As for Mona, her surrender was complete and unconditional. Deep in her loins the summer heat lightning of lust flashed from nerve ending to nerve ending in almost endless ecstasy of sensation, and grounding in the close, moist tightness of her cuntal sheath. She responded to this stranger in a way she never expected... and truthfully, though fate be damned... never had Orin ever filled her cunt so deliciously. Wriggling under him, she welcomed every body jarring thrust with a bucking counterstroke of
her own, fucking him back with all the strength of her hot little five-foot-two body. Sweat dribbled from her forehead to dampen the kinky blonde curls tickling her forehead and a pool of perspiration was accumulating in the heated valley of her cleavage.
Nick dropped his wet mouth to hers, capturing her lust-parched lips between his thirst quenching ones and she lashed her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked, thrusting it in and out to the tempo of his hard boring cock ramming in and out of her raging pussy below. Moaning up into his face, willing to accept anything and everything he would give her, she slid her lubricated cunt up and down the thick fucking length of his cock. Her lovely face distorted with lustful animality, eyes glazed unseeingly, nostrils flaring wide as her breath came in loud rasping pants, she was lost to everything but the lurid sexual dance they performed as they fucked each other with everything they had.
As many times as she'd lain beneath her husband Orin, she hadn't known the true ecstasy of the fulfilled woman until this instant when a stranger fucked her like she'd never been fucked before, against her will, against her better judgment... almost raping her. With Orin, she faked her orgasms with a lurch at the right moment, a groan and a grunt; she had given him pleasure, but received none in return. Now her female curiosity was peaked to the exploding point.
"Fuck me hard, Nick!" gasped Mona, feeling the heartbeat of her cunt pound throughout her body in a drumbeat of lust. "Harder! Oh Gawd, fuck me harder!" She knew her words would titillate him, and let him know she was loving every moment of it. "Oh, like thaaaat! Deeeep! Oh Gawd, deeeeper!"
Nick Harrington's blood-fed penis gored into Mona's slippery-wet pussy and without a second thought, he slid a hand over the smooth skin of her gyrating buttocks, feeling the muscles rippling below the softness of her warm naked flesh, until his probing finger found her tightly puckered little anus. Dipping the tip of his bony finger into the hot juice that dribbled in copious dewdrops from her cunt, he lubricated the digit and aimed the tip against the rubbery softness of her nether ring. As he touched the button for the first time, Mona stiffened and rasped hot breath into his ear.
Gouging into her tight little sphincter, he panted. "Now, lady, I'm gonna shove my finger up your asshole!"
Though the image of his face was dimmed, Mona knew that was exactly what her body had been crying for. His telling her was a further incitement... like an ancient aphrodisiac. Delirious rapture swept over her and she wanted to be hurt too... to be able to feel everything, to scream in masochistic ecstasy. To scream was only normal when you were being raped... wasn't it? Of what need was pride?
"Yes! Oh, God! Shove your finger up my ass!" she strangled out.
Harrington pushed hard and his finger popped inside the warm sponginess of her puckering rectum until the palm of his hand slapped against her buttocks. Mona screamed hoarsely as his finger wormed slitheringly in past the resisting ring of elastic muscle
that stretched with rubberband ease. Nick, who considered himself quite an expert in the field of anal novelties, instinctively knew this was a virgin asshole that his finger was exploring, and the knowledge caused him to gasp with the possibilities for her next time..
And there will be a next time... she's not off the hook yet. Somehow, somewhere our paths will cross, especially if I pull this fraud rap!
Mona hadn't known before now, that pain and pleasure could mix and, even now, as the bittersweet agony pressured inside her rectum, she felt her muscles adjusting to the painful presence of his middle finger. She grunted and groaned, twisted and wriggled, straining to absorb both his finger and penis at the same time into her insanely demanding loins.
Now, Nick's finger moved in concert with the purple log of his cock, and he could feel the extra bulge his finger made in the thin tissues separating her two pelvic passages. The increased pressure and friction was concentrated along the extremely sensitive under side of his aching penis, increasing the delicious stranglehold on his cock. Christ, I'll be cumming in a few seconds if I keep this up!
Beneath him, Mona, now a sweating mass of baby soft flesh ground her seeping pussy up and down his nearly exploding cock with fury, her legs jerking, toes curling and hips nakedly gyrating as though she were trying to get ahold of Nick's cock and pull it out by the roots.
Harrington felt the searing, acid burn of his impending ejaculation back there behind the swelling of his loaded balls, and he jerked his finger from her tightly sucking anus with a moist, popping hiss.
Using both hands, he roughly pressed her knees back to her ballooning tits, cruelly mashing her plump breasts flat to her ribcage like a pair of fat hamburger patties. He could see that her quivering, breasts were sprinkled with the glistening sweat-drops of her passion as he fucked his brutal penis into her sucking, syrupy-wet pussy with bestial fury, boring into her aching, pussy like a hydraulic forging hammer.
"Give me all of your cock, Nick!" she groaned. "Fuck me...! Oh! Oh, Gawwwdd! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Her innocent baby face was contorted into a wanton mask of passion as she struggled to make that one final step into orgasm, only seconds away.
Nick thrust and plunged, caught up in an ecstatic jackhammering rhythm as he levered himself powerfully against her soft flesh. Her shapely body was bent over doubled, with her arms and legs imprisoned by the straining muscles of his powerful arms. He had never known a woman who could take all of his loggish cock like this, who could stand up to his full onslaught and continue to ask for more.
In a cold shiver, Mona convulsed beneath him. It started in her crinkled nipples and shot straight out to her tiny finger tips and down to curl under her polished toenails. The electrical circuit of orgasm bolted down to her tingling clitoral bud and shot up to her cervix, where her cuntal muscles clasped Nick's penis in a hammerlock hold. The blonde housewife was rocketing to heights where time and space were meaningless approximations and for a second she was one with infinity... until she opened her eyes to stare woefully up into Nick's smug, snarling face as he slammed his molten spear deeper into her frantically nibbling cunt in his own selfish drive for release.
Dreamlike, she heard her own voice but didn't recognize its unnatural earthiness.
"Ohhhh! God help me... I'm... I'm, cummmming!" she squealed.
Harrington felt the rhythmic tremors of her pink wet bear trap squeezing his exploding penis, and with a final effort, he pounded into her, plumbing her wetly throbbing vagina until his cock nearly doubled over at the end.
"Ohhhhh..." His moan sounded like air escaping from a punctured tire as his scalding sperm hosed through the blood swollen length of his ejaculating cock with satisfying force, splashing deep up into her milking young womb, as it spurted from the tiny slit in its madly pulsing head.
"Gawd damn, Mona, that sweet cunt is pumping me dry!" Then, with a groan, his body folded, collapsing on top of her, while below the final dregs of his hot semen still
spurt from his cock in lessening spasms of throbbing sensation.
Quiet reigned in the Joseph's Department Store mattress warehouse except for the rasp of breathing slowing to a human pace. Finally, after long moments of communion, still stickily linked together by his deflating penis, Mona stirred exhaustedly under him. "Well, Mr. Harrington, you got what you wanted, now let me up!"
A self-effacing cloud of guilt was settling over her psyche, and she wanted to be alone with her own recriminations and guilty conscience. Poor Orin... waiting so patiently for me... Lord, how can I face him now? She knew she would just die... absolutely wither up and die if she lost him! "Let me up, please, so I can get cleaned up!"
Harrington snickered sinisterly. "You aren't off the hook yet, lady. I've still got the signed application to a fraud."
"I paid dearly for that stupid mistake!" Mona flared.
"That was only for starters. I figure you owe me at least five more romps in the sack before I tear up that card!"
"Oh, God! Oh, God no! NO!" Frantically, squirming, she struggled to free herself of his dead weight. "No, you're not going to get your scummy hands on me again! Oh, no!"