Chapter 5
"Don't be a martyr, Mona. Last time you didn't even need a drink. Suit yourself; I was just trying to make it a bit easier for you. You'll be dynamite with a few sips of
booze to loosen you up!" Harrington coaxed, lifting his own glass to his lips, confident that ensnaring this blonde lovely would win him a raise.
Insult heaped upon insult got the better of Mona's composure. "I don't want anything to drink!" she flared. And to herself: I don't want to lose control of myself again! Dear Orin, forgive me!
"One man's poison is another man's high!" Hugh eased his bulk down beside her, sipping at his Jack Daniels up straight, and his ham-like paw went her knee to caress it suggestively.
Even as a loathing for his touch flooded through her, Mona sensed a certain animal magnetism in Murphy, an intense, maleness that exuded from his every pore and an accompanying, unexplainable tingling-definitely sexual-ran with searing fingers up and down her spine as his exploring digits inched higher along her parted thighs to the soft inner warmth of her pubic vee. Timidly, she looked up at him and saw nothing attractive at all about him. He's an ugly old man...! But there was no explanation as to why she felt a tiny glow of arousal deep within her belly.
Sitting across from her, Harrington had been drinking steadily from his glass; now he tossed down the remainder, set the glass down and moved to sit on the other side of her. "Let's get on with this before Blanche gets her suspicions up." In a moment, he tugged the sweater out of Mona's black wool pants and started yanking it up over her head.
Afraid to look the men in the eye, Mona's eyes fell on the thick, pulsing bulge inside Harrington's pants which graphically reminded her of what was to come... in a few unholy minutes.
For an instant, she resisted him as he pulled her sweater over her head and off her arms. "Please?" She clasped the sweater over her trembling breasts, trapped inside the flimsy barrier of her lace brassiere.
"Hey! Get that sweater off and show Mr. Murphy that pretty tan line," whistled Nick suggestively, roughly pulling her sweater away from her.
Then, as Nick began working on the snaps of her brassiere, she felt Hugh, on the other side of her, rising. Two turquoise pools of depthless despair fell on his bear-like body, stripping itself of tie and jacket. He, too, she couldn't help but notice, had a huge, tell-tale bulge in the front of his pants. A cold shiver nipped at her breasts and she realized she was naked from the waist up. Instinctively, she covered herself with her arms.
"Hey baby, that's no fair... not with boobs like yours!" Nick firmly pushed her arms away; his hot thin lips coming wetly down to immediately capture the pink bud of her slowly hardening right nipple. He sucked it up hungrily, nibbling with his chapped lips,
his tongue laving at the sensitive peak of flesh, while his hand was busy with its twin, his fingers massaging and rolling the now erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Again, she felt a traitorous sensation race charging through her... exactly what she'd prayed against. They can d-do what they want with me... but I won't let them make me like it! I won't! I WON'T!"
"You will have to stand up for a moment." It was Hugh's throaty voice behind them.
Mona stood up and Nick took her solidly into his hands moving deftly to push her wool slacks down over her smoothly flaring hips; they fell with a sigh to the floor. He pressed her tightly against his bony body, his hands on the softly rounded moons of her firm, fleshy buttocks feeling them through her thin nylon panties and pulling her up against the warm, pulsing bulge of his stalking penis. His hard male flesh was hot against her fearfully cringing abdomen and she felt nauseated at the idea of how she was being used, just as before, she knew self recrimination did no good. Her voluptuous five-foot-two body slumped against him, letting him feel her soft bumps. He tilted her head up and kissed her hard and long, his tongue probing sinuously between her soft pearly teeth. Mona didn't resist. Instead, she stood there limply and let him have his fun, as his hands ran up and down her back and caressed the soft, fleshy mounds of her nylon-covered ass cheeks and as she stood there unresisting, she tried to make her mind a blank page, pretend that none of this was real... only a silly book written for bored housewives. A metallic click behind her was followed by a couple of thumps. Glancing out the corner of a turquoise eye, she saw Hugh had made the couch into a big, soft bed. She remembered thinking: How clever!
Behind her, his voice coming from the bed, she heard Hugh Murphy growl, "Get those Goddamned panties off of her! I want to see this lying little blonde bitch bare-assed naked. If she's gonna work for me she needs qualifications."
Harrington stopped kissing Mona and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the white laced bikini Mona had 'picked up' on the sale table down in the lingerie department, exchanging them for the soiled ones sopping with Nick Harrington's sperm. With slow deliberation, Nick pulled them down over her naked buttocks, exposing the deep tan line that dipped low along her cleft. With true admiration, he knelt before her and rolled them down over the smooth, wheat tanned columns of her firmly tapered thighs. Nick helped her to step out of them, then spun her around to face Hugh Murphy for a final appraisal.
Mona grew two inches with the gasp of dismay. Lying naked on the bed, Hugh, propped up on two pillows, his huge, barrel-chested body seemingly covered with a blanket of dark brown hair, looked like a child's teddy bear. The hairiness of his virile body contrasted strikingly with his clean shaven face and shiny bald head... but the immense shaft of his manhood lancing out from a tangle of pubic hair, captured
her gaze hypnotically. This man was more a bull than a man!
"Pretty little thing, isn't she?" Harrington exulted, knowing his choice of women made a discernible difference in his pay check.
"Yeah! She's okay... more than okay!" grunted Hugh, his eyes roving over her voluptuous nakedness with pure lust shining. He followed her gaze to his fully erect cock.
"Impressed or worried?" he asked with a smile, his hand dipping down to caress it. "Or both...?"
Mona ashamed of her ardent stare, glanced away. "N-No... I just couldn't help looking..." she mumbled to the wall.
"Come on down for a better peek, my dear," encouraged Hugh, patting the empty mattress beside him.
A moment's hesitation ended as Nick nudged her forward. Reluctantly, she padded over to the bed and sat down uneasily on the edge of it. Sitting up, Hugh wrapped his powerful arms around the naked young woman and lifted her into position beside him. Mona lay on her back, trembling in despair, shame and fright, as he stretched out beside her, still embracing her, his rampantly erect cock trapped between his abdomen and her faintly trembling thigh. Its throbbing heat and involuntary lurching signaled his anticipation and as she lay there quivering in his hairy embrace, she had the suffocating sensation of being hugged by some primordial cave man. She wondered if Hugh Murphy wasn't some throwback to an earlier age and she shivered within the hairy clasp of his arms, shuddering with fear, trepidation and mortification.
"You know," Hugh said in a tender, whispering voice, almost seductive. "I'm not what you're thinking... I'm not cruel or sadistic. I just like to fuck."
Something within Mona tingled. "But you're forcing me!"
"Only for openers, my dear. You'll be coming for more. They all do in the end."
He's insane! "I doubt it," countered Mona coweringly.
True. The hands that roamed over her body were not cruel hands-just curious ones-and an undeniable tingle of arousal trickled through her. What about Hugh Murphy, anyway? He wasn't a sexy man, but he exuded the sexual virility of a mature bull... the kind of overpowering maleness that dominated a female. In the back of her conscious mind, she knew that her vow to refuse enjoyment was crumbling feebly His sex would dominate her with or without her consent.
Harrington lay down on her other side and she felt the warmth of his naked body pressing against her clammy one. Below, the hard pole of his penis jabbed into her other thigh.
In the flicker of an eyelash, Hugh's large, sensuous lips came gently down over hers and his tongue lashed deep into her throat, while one of his outsized hands almost covered the soft globe of one ripe melon breast. As he caressed her smooth satiny flesh, Mona couldn't resist a lustful gurgle from rippling in her throat.
To the right of her, Nick Harrington used his mouth on her other softly throbbing breast, warmly sucking on the marbly nipple; then one of his boney hands moved caressingly down across the flat, sand-colored plane of her belly and in a probe of the fingers, his searching hand found the golden, hair covered nest between her trembling young thighs.
Not wanting to do it, but helpless to control her over-heated muscles, Mona involuntarily opened her tightly clenched thighs at the first ounce of pressure of his hand. Almost instantly, she felt his outstretched middle finger delve into the fleshy slit of her seeping pussy to find the button of her clitoris. She lurched when his finger touched the magic switch, her hips jerking back and down into the softness of the mattress as his tantalizing fingertip brought a moan from deep in her bosomy chest. He gave the nub a few polishing strokes, turning it blood red as a polished cherry while her nakedly gyrating hips did a lusty grind of delight. God! Two men touching her like this...!
A moment of panic tore through her. What was wrong with her? Alcohol was certainly not the excuse for this display of nymphomania, yet here she was on this bed, with two strange, virile men, against her will responding to them like a child to Santa Claus. Orin and her sworn fidelity flickered from her consciousness as she felt Harrington's body slithering downward, his mouth leaving her tingling breast to trail moist kisses down along the blazing path of his caressing hand.
Lord! It took no brains to figure out the next move. B-But I can't help it! When Nick had kissed and licked her shamefully aroused pussy that last time, she'd been certain she would die from the sheer pleasure of it.
Now, Harrington's mouth was poised above the golden curls of her pubic mound and the hot breath steaming from his snorting nostrils made her clitoris bud. His hot skinny hands were wedging her legs apart with gentle firmness and Mona whimpered helplessly up into Hugh's mouth puppy-like. In reward, he raised his head, breaking the passionate kiss, and dropped his beefy lips to her breasts where he took the erect throbbing nipple into his hot, saliva-dripping mouth. Mona winced as he nibbled at it with his teeth, sparking tiny pains of sensual joy.
Her body manipulated like a rubber doll, Harrington hauled her legs wide apart and pulled up her knees, his hands sliding down along the warm, softness of her goosebumped, smoothly tapered inner thighs until they stopped at the furry mound of her cuntal slit. With deliberate slowness, he used his thumbs to peel apart the dewy petals of her pink cuntal opening. Mona couldn't breathe from the wonderful electric charges hot wiring through her body.
Hugh, sucking on one nipple like a hungry kitten, made the half-dollar size nipple slide in and out between his lips. Without thinking, Mona reached up to her swollen
breast, cupped it and offered up its nectar to the sex god; and with no further thought, her other hand reached up to fondly trace the craggy features of his bloated face. Hugh Murphy was no movie star, but his sexual allure was unmistakably real... a fact that Mona Bradley had recently discovered.
Impatiently she waited as Nick's lips followed the fleshy path of his hands, alternately kissing and nipping the smooth tanned flesh of her inner thighs, his
mouth like fire on her skin, as he taunted her with closer nibblings near the nakedly wide opening of her hotly pulsating cunt held wide open by his hands. Oh, God! What's taking him so long?
A thousand volts of electricity stabbed through her! His lips were there, warm and moist, making erotically electrical contact with the searingly needful hole of her pussy, his tongue hotly lashing into the naked opening of her cunt, and she groaned aloud with both ecstasy and relief. Her hips did a dance of lust her and she felt all moist and warm down there between her legs as Nick's tongue ran circles just inside the coral mouth of her cunt. Oooohhh! Their mouths... oh God, their mouths! Her blonde curls thrashed from side to side as her body squirmed like a battery-run doll.
And as Nick's long, snaky tongue wiggled upward to the on switch of her sensuality, her erect clitoris, he licked and sucked at the vibrantly pulsing bud, concentrating on the nerve-filled sensitive head of it, knowing that would have her well-oiled for the reaming he and his boss would give her. Hell! He gloated. This bitch is short-fused. What a sex pot!
Nostrils flaring from the heady perfume of her womanliness, Nick lost himself in the hungry licking and sucking of her succulent young cunt, his own lust painfully aching in his sperm-filled balls. Damned if I know the protocol for sharing with the boss, but I'm about ready to pop if I don't get my cock in her cunt soon! In bed, sharing a woman, or whatever, Hugh was still boss.
Mona had reached her wit's end. Harrington's hot, slithering tongue licking at her pussy below, while Hugh's vacuum-mouth sucked on her breasts above, had brought her to the bursting point. Suddenly, she heaved her hips off the bed, mashing her hot, furry pussy hard against Nick's working wet mouth until his nose flattened against her clitoris. "Oh, oooohh, Gawd! Ooooh! Yessss!" she hissed. "Do it to me!"
Harrington's lips dribbled with her cuntal juices as he withdrew his sucking mouth from her cunt. "Let's not go through this bullshit it again, Mrs. Bradley. If you want to get fucked, you know the password!"
Gawd! She hated those words... but if that's what it took, damn propriety! "Fuck me!" she cried without pride. "Fuck me! I want b-both of you to fuck me!" Actually, she wasn't sure just how one manipulated such double antics, but Mona was hardly in a bargaining power position.
"Okay, Baby! You'll get it now!" It was Hugh Murphy speaking. "Let's change places, Harrington. I'll fuck her first!"
Disappointingly, she felt the loss of their hot wet mouths as the two men shifted positions. Their naked bodies passed, one skinny, the other blubbery, one on either side of her slim figure, Harrington sliding upward to stretch out beside her and immediately lean over to kiss her with his long tongue. It was all the more erotic, for she could taste the slightly pungent taste of her genital lubricants on his lips and tongue. Massagingly, his fingers dug deeply into the soft globes of her passion-ripened breasts, while below, Hugh used at least two of his pudgy fingers to thrust deep into the moist hole of her frantically ready cuntal passage. Gawd! It felt good... but she needed something more than fingers down there... a warm, hard cock! Their playing games with me. Why don't they fuck me now?
"Don't fret, doll. Hugh's just stretching you a little... don't want you to fall apart when my prick fucks into this tight cunt."
A sudden stabbing pain down in her fear-tightened cuntal opening made her shiver as the tender tissues were pressed apart. "Oohh, that hurts!" she cried, twisting her mouth away from Nick.
It was Hugh rummaging around in her tender pussy, prodding with three fingers. "You'll be glad I took the time for this. Now get up on your knees with your tanned little ass in the air. I'm gonna give it to you doggie-style."
As Harrington moved aside, she hastened to obey, turning over and scrambling to her knees. Leaning down on her dimpled elbows, she looked back past her melonous dangling breasts to see Hugh heaving his bulk up onto his pudgy knees, his hands reaching out to grasp her naked hips. Another glimpse of his long, purple knobbed erection spearing from his hairy thatch at the junction of this thighs... his cockhead bloated with blood, the whole corona shiny and smooth as rich red velvet... made her throat constrict. Then he flexed his knees to nudge his log-like penis up against the little pink groove of her pussy. Mona felt it pulsating warmly against the flowered open lips of her stretched, seeping cunt and second thoughts flittered through her mind. God! He'll stretch me so wide, Orin will know for sure I've been fucked and messing around.
"Reach back up and put that baby in!" grated Hugh, his bowling-ball shaped head red with exertion.
His voice thundered with authority, and with shaking fingers, Mona reached back between her frantically trembling thighs and grasped the mushroom-shaped head, her fingers going only part way around its fleshy girth. Then, knowing its enormity, she felt its vibrant heart-throb, its radiating heat. Mona hesitated.
"Put that damn cock in your cunt, bitch!"
Mona never saw it coming, but feel it, she did. His hand came down in a stinging slap across her fear-clenched and tanned buttocks as simultaneously, he drove his hips forward, the thick blood heavy head of his erect cock ramming into her hot quivering pussy with a greasy squeak. The elastic flesh of her pink pussy opening stretched accommodatingly, distending wider than the three finger dilation of seconds before. A
screech of pain and fright made him stop short, letting the purple-knobbed head of his cock peek into the tender cuntal flesh for the time being. He squeezed and massaged her goosebumped hips and buttocks and in a voice that would soothe a crying baby, he said:
"Relax, honey, it's gonna happen now, so relax and enjoy it. That's what it's made for."
Then in a schizophrenic flicker of sadism, he flexed his lust-swollen cock head inside of her, eliciting another open-mouthed whine from her tortured lips. Again and again he did this, until Mona relaxed into the pain and opened onto the sunshine pleasure of his generous fucking.
Slowly, still with inexorable pressure, Hugh fucked his blood-fed penis deeper into her, feeling her contracting muscle ring at her cunt mouth squeeze down hard around his penis to send tantalizing sparks of erotic sensation racing through his manhood.
Inch by inch, he bored into her until her voluptuous loins began to eagerly invite him in, undulating back against him, her wetly seething cunt trying to gobble up his hardness. Then, with a feral, rutting lust, he used the bear-like power of his back and legs to the final few millimeters into her tender cervix where it lodged solidly against the far back spongy wall of her vaginal sheath. Mona moaned, but this time with the tones of sheer lust. Grinning his satisfaction, Hugh flexed his throbbing penis as it lay buried deep up inside its tender pink tomb. Gratified to feel her contracting cunt muscles clasping around the full length of him, the walls of her tight cunt rippled with erotic pleasure in the moist intimate caress. His hands got busy roaming over her lushly kneeling body, reaching under to pinch her ripe, full breasts, then down across her tanned belly to her wetly matted pubic mound where he slipped an outstretched finger into the top of her vaginal groove to caress the excitedly pulsing bud of her clitoris.
Mona bucked like a bronco charging out the gate, desperate for her 'rapist' to begin his powerful fucking. "Oh Gawd!" she moaned. "It doesn't hurt now... so fuck me! Oh, God, Hugh, fuck me! FUCK ME! Her eyes saw nothing and her mind didn't register her own words.
Hugh used slow, long smooth strokes to accommodate the lady-humping like a stud-horse behind her-pistoning his penis in and out of her steaming, swollen pussy, pulling his cock out until only the angry cock head peeked into the clinging hot mouth of her cunt and then slamming it home all the way until his hairy balls slapped hard against her buttocks, the force of her cunt-plumbing thrust flattening her ass-cheeks. Mewling, moaning, purring, Mona gurgled in her throat, her face contorted in delicious pain.
Nick Harrington watched, though none too patiently, as his kneeling boss fucked Mona from behind, contenting himself with exploring her every luscious inch, but paying rapt attention to her firm breasts, cupping the soft, warm fruits as they hung ripely from her chest. As Hugh established a fucking beat, one of Nick's hands worked its sneaking path down to her wildly rippling abdomen where he rubbed at her polished red clitoris. Through his finger tips he could feel the wet vibrations of Hugh's tree trunk penis fucking in and out of her vaginal mouth.
Mona felt all of it. Her mouth opened and closed in incoherent babblings, her mind certain that Hugh's deep thrusts into her pussy, combined with Nick's fingers flicking over her clitoris would blow a fuse in her nervous system. Only dimly was she
aware of Nick's body moving upward, sliding into place before her with his legs spread wide. Now he leaned back on his elbows, and as her glassy eyes finally focused on this new antic, she was gazing directly at his cyclop-like cock-eye from which dribbled a single pearl of pre-cum. It wiggled and waggled there before her face, sometimes grazing her lips by mere millimeters like a snake searching for its hole in the ground. Mona stared curiously at it, not understanding yet why he would be shoving his erect penis up toward her face. Unless...?
"Wh-what...?" she gasped pantingly.
"Suck my cock, bitch."
"...B-but...? Suck it?"
"This is known as a double fucking. Don't play ignorant with us." His voice was cold as a buried casket and his hand hard as its steel. His hand came down across her face in a stinging blow, then softened its touch as he grasped his cock and worked the foreskin back to show off the purple veins pulsing with blood.
The shiny, silken tip of his cock brushed against her lipsticked lips and she twisted her head aside in a futile attempt to escape the horror of his demands. Quickly he trapped her head in his hands and straightened it with a grunting jerk, then with a cruel pressure, he brought her head down again, aiming it directly for his dripping cock's eye. "Open your mouth, Mrs. Bradley!"
Mrs. Bradley... oh, Gawd, that's right... I am a married woman! The pain of her sin blackened out all cognizance of guilt, and reluctantly she ovaled her lips, experimentally, as he flexed his hips forward and upward, while simultaneously, his hands forced her head down. It slithered into her mouth reptile-like, just the hot jerking head of it entering between her softly parted lips and her stomach rebelled in gagging nausea.
"Take it easy and use your tongue," he hissed, his angular, Uriah Heep face red with desire.
There was no way out. Concentrating, she controlled her gagging reflex and with a tentative swirl of her velvety tongue, tried to please her torturer. The shame of her actions flooded through her. It's disgusting... the things they're making me do... the things they're putting me through. As if being fucked like a dog isn't bad enough, they're forcing me to suck his cock, too!
It happened in a double flash of surprise. Just as Mona's mightily-stretched pussy adjusted itself to Hugh's plunging cock, her tortured lips accustomed themselves to Nick's slithering penis in her mouth. It had a sweet... no, bittersweet flavor, she decided, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard, using her tongue like a breast-sucking baby. Nick gasped with pleasure.
"That's it, Baby! You've got a fantastic mouth... just as soft as your cunt."
Instinctively, or perhaps accidentally, Mona began to move her head up and down the lust-thickened pole with the buffeting rhythm of Hugh's long hard cock fucking in and out of her mouse trap cunt. Magically, her throat and mouth seemed anesthetized to Harrington's thick penis gorging into her mouth and she wondered if it was shame or excitement she felt!
Behind her, one of Hugh's hands slipped down between her quivering, gyrating buttocks and his pudgy loins. When she sensed his thick finger searching in the dampened crevice between her erotically sensitive ass-cheeks, she winched recoilingly. Oh, God... that too...? But, she couldn't object, not with her mouth stuffed full with Nick's plunging cock.
Tentatively, he pressed the tip of his finger against her puckered anus and slid it slowly into the cringing button of her rear channel. Searing pain sizzled there, but she couldn't scream; her mouth and throat were stuffed with Harrington's boring penis, while behind, fucking into her well lubricated vagina, Hugh's blood hardened cock plunged in and out, plumbing her womb to its most secret depths. He pushed harder still, his middle finger in all the way to the palm of his fat hand which flattened up against her tan and white striped buttock cheeks. Again she jerked forward, squirming away from the unnatural probing so far up in her little rectum. With no choice but to relax, she let her muscles lose their grip and with it went the pain. Grunting, grinding, gyrating and twisting, her naked buttocks shoved back against the double fucking of her loins. Mona wanted it all, everything they could give her... even though all three openings were filled with probing digits and pricks.
Deeper and harder the kneeling adulteress bore the ravishment of Nick's crazily bloated cock as he rammed it down to her tonsils. She countered with her bobbing head, feeling a wanton madness swim over her, building toward a tumultuous orgasm. Without reservation or doubt, she surrendered herself body and soul.
As Harrington panted-perspiration dripping from his forehead to dribble off the tip of his aquiline nose-his blood engorged cock lurching inside her sucking mouth, Mona didn't give a thought about what would happen when he climaxed. She didn't have a chance to think about it before it happened. Suddenly he stiffened to a beanpole ramrod and with one animalish grunt, he was cumming... in her mouth, his cock wildly jerking and pumping like a fire hose. It squirted into Mona's mouth and dribbled down her chin in pearly strands. She swallowed to keep from gagging... and something terribly erotic made her hungry for the bittersweet taste. Instinctively, she realized that's the way it should be. If it were otherwise, what fun would it be for Nick...? And somehow, even though she loathed the man, satisfying him was mammothly important. When he finished hosing his sperm obscenely into her mouth, she kept right on sucking, licking up every last thread of the sticky cum that seeped from his deflating penis. Finally, Harrington lifted her head to free his satiated penis from her mouth-trap.
"You can stop sucking now," he said smugly, and that brought the odds back to one on one, which was okay with Hugh Murphy. Nick lay back and Mona watched with curious fascination as the blood fed penis collapsed like a punctured tire until it lay flaccid against his skinny thigh. Strangely, she still had the sensation that it was in her mouth and she wondered fleetingly if Hugh would want her to do the same to him... later.
Bucking and pumping behind her, goring deep into her spongy pink depths, Hugh felt his tingling cock jerk in a gust of expansion and down there, behind the base of his penis, he felt the full load of his churning hot sperm boiling like a kettle ready to blow off its lid. Suddenly, he jerked his plunging finger out of her puckered rectum, and, grasping her with both hands around her waspish waist, he began to thrust and fuck insanely into her by hauling her naked body forward on his withdrawal. Like a rag doll in his strong hands, he fucked into her like an alley dog satisfying a bitch-in-heat under the mystique of a full moon.
Mona sizzled with ecstasy. Like a time bomb ready to explode she counted the seconds, measured in grunting gyrations, until she would climax. God... let me cum!
Hugh slammed his virility into her seeping cunt so hard that his lunges sent her head banging into Nick's boney knee. It was all she could do to hang onto her senses, allowing him to violently pull her lust-helpless body this way and that as he fucked into her with a manly dominance Orin sorely lacked.
Without warning, she came. For an infinitesimal second, Mona Bradley stood on the pinnacle of an unconquerable mountain, breathing dizzily in the rarefied atmosphere and viewing the world in one glance as she convulsed spasmodically. The scream breaking from her throat was loud and long. "Oh, oh, ohhhh! Gaaaawd! I'm cumming!"
Mona would have collapsed limply right then had not Hugh held her firmly in place as he punched his gorging penis into the heated mouse trap of her convulsively clasping cunt.
Finally, with one last powerful, buttocks-flattening thrust, Hugh came. His massive cock expanded as every tablespoon of blood gushed down to his cock to explode in machine gun fire the white hot sperm which shot up to splash against Mona's tender cervix. He held her naked young buttocks close up against his hairy loins, his big, hammy hands grasping her painfully by the hips as his cock flooded her womb in a creamy froth.
"Lord, you have a gorgeous cunt!"
Unceremoniously then, he relaxed after a few moments, letting Mona fall from his grip until she slumped down onto the soft mattress, bouncing. His heavy bulk crashed down on top of her, his still twitching and pumping cock buried deep in her tired vagina. Not a word was spoken...
After long moments, Mona stirred, feeling smothered by the flabby weight of Hugh Murphy's sweating body upon her small, frail one. Mona struggled for her next breath. "Let me up... please?!"
Hugh grunted and rolled to her side. "That was something else, hon. You're going to love working as my private secretary when Nick here gets transferred to Fairbanks and takes his wife with him."
"No way, mister!" spat Mona, yanking on her clothes.
Hugh snorted and added acidly, "You're not off the hook yet... and with your attitude you're likely to end up over my knee and wearing some stripes!"
Mona's guilt and shame piled high and deep as the snow burying Orin's little blue Toyota outside in the parking lot of Joseph's Department Store.
Lord, when would the storm end? When could she go home with Orin, sit by the fireplace and play with the cat? When would life be normal again?
Down on the third floor, with one eye on the weather report, the other on his sorely losing rummy hand, Orin was wondering exactly that... and more. He flicked his wrist to read his watch, his eyes narrowing in concern. An hour and fifteen minutes was more than ample time to use the ladies room. Where the hell was Mona running off to? And why that scared-rabbit look everytime they happened into a crowded department or the tea room. If he didn't know her inside out as he did, he would be tempted to believe danger was on her heels.