Chapter 7
Orin Bradley found no value in negativity, but his patience was running thin as the food supplies in the plundered Green Leaf Tea Room. He'd stalked every square foot of the store searching for Mona, who'd seemed to have disappeared with the wind. She
come to me when she needs me, he rationalized tiredly.
Three o'clock in the afternoon didn't look much different from twelve midnight, except for the diffused rays of sun struggling to pierce through the pregnant grey skies. Orin Bradley thought just that in simpler terms as he stood near the glass-fronted store entrance, rubbing his chin contemplatively, watching the snow blanket the parking lot in its third seiging day. He chewed on his lip, perplexed. Suddenly, the innocuous background music of Montavani's orchestra trilled off, and a honeyed voice purred over the loudspeaker:
"Would Mr. Bradley kindly come to the business office please? We repeat, Mr. Bradley, report to the business office on the fourth floor. Urgent..."
Montavani's orchestra picked up its melancholy refrain and Orin Bradley's heart picked up a beat. "Mona... my Bunny!" Dear Lord, had something happened to her?
Orin wasn't alone in his confusion. Down in the housewares storeroom tanning her rounded buttocks, Mona Bradley lifted her head at the sound of the crackling intercom, and sucked in her breath, a cold shiver suffusing her body. Mona seldom swore, but her mind rattled off a barrage of vituperations that would rust the gates of hell.
The dirty bastards tricked me! They promised they wouldn't tell Orin if I did those dirty nasty things and now they're going to tell him anyway! True misery welled in her D cup chest, and for a moment she felt faint. This damned snowstorm... if only I could get out of this dumb store, I'd drive up to Portland Maine and stay with my sister until Orin serves me with the divorce papers. Oh, God, why did I ever insist on that sunlamp? Her dimpled chin quivered and she kicked at a carton marked 'fragile,' sending a punchbowl set crashing to the floor. Damn!
While Nick and Hugh, lust satiated, took a noonday nap in the private office, Blanche Harrington manned the outer office. She was filing her long, tapered fingernails when a man stepped through the door.
"Mr. Bradley?" Blanche's wide blue eyes turned like lusty mood stones as the man who'd saved her expensive Italian spike heels ambled through the door. So this handsome gentleman is Mona Bradley's husband? Hmmmm... What a sweet coincidence.
Unaccustomed to such blatant attention, Orin showed his awkwardness, which Blanche interpreted as a compliment, for men felt clumsy in the company of gorgeous women, didn't they?
"I-I heard your announcement."
"Yes." Blanche ran her scarlet red fingertips through her lustrous brown curls and arched her back, thrusting out the firm white mountains poking brown circles through her silk blouse unbuttoned one lower now to show off the shadowed valley of her creamy cleavage. Her nylon stockings swooshed excitingly as she swung one slim leg over the other, posed in profile to reveal a naked expanse of thigh garnered by a black lace garter belt holding up a sheer dress stocking. "I just wanted to thank you, Mr. Bradley, for being such a sweet, lovable man and saving my little bitty shoe." He's making this easy for me... "They're adorable shoes, don't you think?" Pooching out her cherry-glossed lips, she thrust out her leg, skirt hiking up to her garters, and wiggled one slender foot fashionably draped in a high ankle strap. "Nice, aren't they?"
Orin Bradley gulped and smiled lopsidedly, his heart knocking at lust's door. "Ah... kinda wicked, but... but they are nice. Real nice." God, I can see the lace on her panties, her skirt's so far up her leg!
"Orin? Would you be a honey and do me a little favor?" she gushed. "I'm just so sick and tired of being stuck in this stuffy store and you know about the lack of privacy. It's like the California gold rush trying to find a bed over in the furniture section. Well..." she fluttered her spidery eyelashes over her freshly rouged cheeks. "Would you be a darling and carry a mattress down to the second floor and put it in the dress department storeroom?"
Orin shrugged; he was hoping the favor would have been more rewarding. "Sure. When do you want it?"
"Oh..." Blanche glanced at her diamond watch. "In about fifteen minutes. I'll be in the room marked 'employees only!' Can't miss it."
Orin hauled the mattress down from the fourth floor to the second, feeling a bit foolish and ignoring quizzical stares from the men in the third floor smoker, where empty wine and liquor bottles littered the floor. Nine television sets were blasting at once, all on different stations while men in two-day old five o'clock shadows slumped in easy chairs, arms draping over the sides, snoring.
Orin knocked over a rack of women's clothes marked "Hold," wedging the mattress through the door; he was just righting it, when a sweet voice bubbled from the adjacent pressing room.
"Thank you, darling. Come in and let me show you my appreciation!"
...Then he saw her! Why Blanche Harrington was wearing at three o'clock in the afternoon a frilly dressing robe that he could almost look right through, the way it gaped open at the top, so that he could see her full white breasts welling out so delightfully underneath, was a mystery to him. Blanche eyed his hesitation and added, "You're a wonderful man."
Momentarily, Orin wondered whether this was a trap. Hell, maybe she misses her husband and needs a body to warm up to. His interest peaked electrically. I've got nothing to lose! He stepped through the door.
He saw the second one then! A blazing red head smiled up at him from the floor littered with over-stuffed pillows. Completely naked, her body arranged provocatively, he couldn't miss the delicacy of her pink nipples standing erect, the nipped in waist, curling hips and tapered thighs of a thoroughly sexual woman... like the stripper he'd seen down at the Red Garter, during happy hour. Orin stopped short, staring with unabashed manly interest. The door to the dressing room swung shut behind him and he heard the bolt click home. What the hell? Two of them...! A couple of lesbians, probably... but what do they want with me?
He turned toward the door, something telling him he'd better leave, fast! "Excuse me ladies... but I feel out-numbered."
Blanche was loosening her robe; the front draped open, revealing her lushly mature body, and Orin's eyes swiveled to take in her beauty, aware of his penis charging the gates of its cloth trap.
"Don't you wanna watch us...?" Blanche said in a little girl voice with a lewd smile curling her lips.
Christ! They're a couple of kooks! "Why would I do that?" he asked, knowing a keg of dynamite couldn't get him of there.
The red head spoke: "Most men like to watch."
"This is Sondra... Sondra, Orin Bradley."
Orin nodded mutely toward his nude encountress.
Her robe shed, Blanche dropped to the floor and Orin couldn't keep his eyes off her sensually rippling buttocks and long legs. "Just one thing... you are Mona Bradley's husband, right?"
"Yes," His eyes narrowed. "What has that got to do with anything?" Orin was truly mystified.
The two women exchanged glances, knowingly, and Blanche said, brightly, "Okay! That's all we needed to know."
Orin watched dumbfoundedly as Blanche lay down on the floor beside Sondra Murphy, one of her tiny, white hands reaching out to caress the redhead's ripely firm breasts. He took a step, looked down at them and asked; "Aren't you going to tell me what the hell is going on here? What does Mona have to do with this?"
"Later," Blanche said. "Meanwhile, why don't you get out of your pants and join us?"
"I thought you wanted me to watch?"
"Oh, that's right... but if you want... feel free."
Feeling free he was, and his rapidly swelling penis below was wanting just that-freedom! The two voluptuously naked women were facing each other now, lying on their sides, their full firm breasts mashing together, and below, he saw their thighs, straining against each other, Blanche's brown haired triangle rubbing in eager little circles against the burnt orange curling hair of Sondra's loins, whose sleekly curving thighs were spread slightly, allowing Blanche's thigh to slide up between them. Damn! Maybe they're both horny and this lesbian act is just a way of getting me in on the act...? Orin was still dubious. God knows what excites women these days...
The women's mouths melded together in a deep tongue-jousting kiss, and he noted both had closed their eyes while their hands roamed caressing over the naked contours of each other's body. He could take only a minute more before he tore off his pants and jumped down on the floor with them. Forgotten was Mona, his little 'Bunny,' and fidelity. This was the stuff day dreams were made of, and who was he to turn and run in the face of a feast like this, especially with a personal invitation?
Standing by a folded up ironing board, Orin stripped off his pants, sweater and shirt in record speed and draped it over the board, his rock-hard penis standing up at forty-five degree angle. He crawled down on the makeshift love bed seemed made just for him, his itching hands reaching out to begin a caressing exploration of each woman's satin-smooth, warmly vibrant bodies.
Their kiss broke momentarily, as Blanche looked up at him through smoke-grey eyes and murmured; "Ready now?"
"Damned right I am!" Orin blurted, asserting his masculinity which was something he hadn't done since he'd broken Mona's cherry on their wedding night and made such a mess on the hotel sheets he couldn't forgive himself for such brutishness; since then he'd softened his caresses... maybe too much. But hell, these women were the devil's mistresses... nothing virginal about them!
"Does the name Hugh Murphy mean anything to you?" Sondra asked, reaching out a hand to him. Orin shook his head, tired of questions. "He's my husband."
He pressed up close to Sondra, and she began fondling his painfully pulsating cock, her gentle fingers moving along its thick length appreciatively. "And Blanche's husband is the credit manager of the store."
"You're both married!"
"No problem," giggled Blanche reassuringly. "They don't know."
Orin was wary as a cornered mouse now; he couldn't divine these women's motives, but he was so damned heated up down there between his legs, he couldn't walk off. Besides, Sondra's hand was caressing him in a very tender spot right now. "Relax, Orin darling," she murmured. "You know, you're cute. You should grow a mustache. I love to feel mustaches tickling my pussy!"
...Then, Blanche was moving up to her knees and reversing her sensually naked body, forcing Orin to move aside as she threw one leg over Sondra's head to straddle her in the classic sixty-nine position; then spreading her firm satiny thighs, she lowered her hair-fringed pink pussy down over the redhead's face. As Orin watched open-mouthed, the blood pounding in his ears on the return trip from his blood-fed cock and he saw Sondra's pink tongue snake out sinuously between her lips and lick up toward the coral-pinkness of the cunt hovering above her head. "Christ!" he breathed, as his cock jerked. He would have loved to be doing that himself!
Sondra's faintly quivering thighs were spread wide, and Blanche's head slowly lowered down between them while Orin shifted his gaze to watch. He saw her tongue lash out to bury itself in the wetly glistening vaginal slit and as Sondra shivered with lewd delight, Orin heard mewling, humming sounds rumbling from their throats mingling with the obscene sucking noises of tongue-fucking. Hell! They were literally all wrapped up in each other, and what could he do but caress their bodies?
His hand went out between the two soft, warm bodies, first to the kneeling Blanche's, where he fondled her dangling breasts and dug his fingers into the buttery flesh, cupping them up and rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Seeing that he was free to use both hands, he slid his other hand up over Sondra's tautly rippling belly to her bosom to knead and caress her swollen breasts. He felt a pearl of pre-cum ooze ominously, and he feared he wouldn't make it through the first round without blowing it right down into the pillow. Concern about how to divide up his attentions worried him. It's impossible! I'll have to fuck one, and then the other... that means I have to hold back until the second one's ready to cum.
It sounded awfully complicated...
Now the two women were wildly grinding their wetly glistening pussies into each other's faces, and their breathing was raspy and wild. Christ, they might cum any second! Apparently, they realized it, too, for Blanche was struggling to push Sondra's savagely writhing cunt up away from her mouth and making strangling noises in her throat.
Finally Blanche raised her head from Sondra's crying pussy, her lips glistening moistly from the perfumed lubricants. She muttered, "It was so good... I almost forgot about Orin, and I want to finish up by being fucked by this gentle, kind man... isn't his prick gorgeous, Sondra'?"
Her eyes were riveted on his massive penis as she straightened herself around on the floor and lay back nakedly supine on the pillows, her thighs spreading wide in an obscene invitation to be fucked. "Come on... stick that beautiful cock in me, NOW!"
Orin obediently crawled in between her thighs and started to lower himself between them, when Sondra gasped out her objections. "NO! Why do you get him? I've got to have it... right now!"
"Christ," Orin moaned unhappily, worried he might either. "I can only handle one at a time."
Beneath him, Blanche was reaching down between their naked bodies to tightly grasp his ready cock, and with a deftly expert hand, she guided it to the heated opening of her seething pussy; then, without warning, she arched her back and bucked up against him to force his lust-swollen bloated cock head just inside her hotly throbbing cunt.
"Too bad, Sondra! I've got him in me already!" Blanche purred triumphantly, as her satiny hips undulated up to him to absorb more of his male flesh. "You can finger yourself darling... while you wait!"
Orin couldn't wait! His charging cock was already , half-buried in Blanche's tight cunt and with a quick thrust of his hips, he drove his penis deep into her, feeling the flutterings of the secretary's interior vaginal muscles all along his thick, throbbing length. Nothing short of death could stop him now! He fucked in and out of her heated pussy with a smooth, steady beat, hoping that could bring her to orgasm without cumming himself. Hell... what a predicament! Choosing between two sexually aroused and bickering women was not his idea.
"No! Wait!" Sondra cried frantically, resting her cheek down on the pillow so that she could talk to both of them. "Listen! Orin can fuck both of us at the same time! It's a weird position I learned in a San Francisco Chinatown opium den. Listen to me! I was pretty loaded at the time, but I think I remember how it works."
Even though Blanche's rapidly rippling cuntal muscles were massaging his cock to the exploding point, Orin, good patient Orin, listened. "How does it work...? I've only got one cock, you know!"
"Stop, so I can show you!" Sondra's voice was urgent and her hand stole down to her wetly throbbing pussy where she used her finger to give her clitoris a few polishing strokes. "Oh, please stop...! We can do it!"
Orin stopped humping, deeply affected by this woman's urgent need, her sobbing cry for fulfillment... to be included in the grande finale.
Blanche made a fuss. "Oh, God, Orin... keep fucking me! This was my idea, Sondra!" she spat vitriolically, her pointed fingernails clamped down on his naked
buttocks, pulling him deeper into her, while her hips did a Mexican jumping bean dance, slamming up against his hairy thatch. Then she pulled her knees up until her thighs were pressing hard against the pliant mounds of her breasts, now lightly dewed with the sweat of her arousal arousal. "Oh, God fuck me harder!"
"Come on, let's try it," suggested Orin, taking command. "I've never fucked two women at once and I want to see how it works." He raised himself up on his hands and knees, pulling his long lubricant-slick penis out of Blanche's pussy with a sucking noise. He didn't want to stop any more than she wanted him to, but in all fairness, they had to include Sondra. Futilely, the whining Blanche loosened her hold on him and he pulled himself clear of her grasping hand and writhing hips to growl, "Okay, Sondra, get on with the lessons!"
Mewling joyously, Sondra was quick to obey. "It's simple, really." Facing Orin, she slowly sat on the nakedly trembling breasts of Blanche beneath so that her openly spread vagina was directly above that of the boss' wife below.
Orin's mechanical mind perceived the machinations immediately and he crawled in between both women's widely parted thighs, as Sondra pulled her knees up and spread her legs even wider, a painless position for an ex-Las Vegas chorus girl. Looking down, Orin took in the twin, wetly waiting pussies, one above the other, only a couple of inches apart. Sandra's red haired cunt, its pink inner layers flowered open to receive his lurching penis, contrasting sharply with the brown, softly curling tendrils of Blanche's moist and crying cunt.
"Christ!" he exploded deliriously. "The Chinese got it all over us Westerners!"
"Come on, Orin... this is no culture class. Fuck us! First stick your cock in me... then pull it out all the way and fuck it into Blanche's pussy... then back and forth between us!" Sondra panted in lustful anticipation.
"Oh, God, Orinnnn! Hurry up and fuck us!" seconded Blanche pathetically.
With an ecstatic willingness born of the erotically mind-boggling spectacle of two soft warm cunts waiting hungrily there for his painfully throbbing cock to fuck them, Orin slammed his hips forward and drove his long hard penis straight into Sondra's pussy, boring deep and hard, and feeling her hot inner walls cling to him as his lust-incited cock's head flickered past her cervix and struck the far back wall of her cuntal sheath. Pulling his madly pulsating cock all the way out of her churning pussy, he tilted his hips downward slightly and sunk again into Blanche's seething vagina. All three moaned in a chorus of wanton delight.
Then Orin began to alternate, driving first upward into Sondra above, then downward into Blanche below. After several thrusts he began fucking each of them more deeply. Orin was like a child with a new toy, feeling the differences between their wet cunts, closing hiss eyes now and then and guessing which was which.
A deep-throated moan came from Blanche as her hands came up between Sondra's arms to cup the firmly bouncing mounds of her breasts; she caressed them and rolled her coned-out nipples to harder buttons. Sondra shivered and moaned in lewd delight and Orin watched the redhead kiss her husband's secretary's neck.
"Oh, Ooohhh, Ooooohhh!" Blanche mewled. "It's beautiful! Oh, my God, fuck me harrrrder!"
Slaving away above them, Orin tried! GOD, HOW HE TRIED! He slammed his thick, lust-hardened cock alternately into each of their grinding cunts, like nickels into slot machines, knowing that odds and their wild excitement would land the jackpot in one of their cunts! Who would he be inside of when his spewing, mind-blowing orgasm hit, when the acid-like burn of it scalded his manhood clear down to the hairy trunk of his cock!
Blanche came first! "Ooooohhh IIII'mmmm cummming!" Her scream rattled the tackboard walls. Her naked, young body below convulsed, long legs thrashing, and she thrust her quivering cunt up at his thick impaling shaft with such fury that she lifted Sondra and Orin completely off the floor. He rammed into her deeply then withdrew to fuck his penis into Sondra's wildly clasping cunt above. In the next instant, he was stroking into Blanche's softly heated, spongy flesh and she moaned: "Oh, God, Orin! Shove your prick in me... just a couple more time I'm... ohhhh!"
He did. And she did... cum. He stayed right there with her, punching his lurching cock into her and she came a second time with an unearthly, banshee shriek that sent the ironing board crashing against their feet. "AAAaaauuugghhh!"
Quickly, he slipped from Blanche's frantically entrapping pussy and thrust it upward, deep into Sondra's hungry pussy above, where with several non-stop jarring strokes, he brought the redhead to the brink of her release.
"Oh, that's it! Orin... you annnngel! I'm cummmming!"
As Sondra convulsed, legs flopping out to her sides and her eyes swimming unseeingly while delicious waves of relaxing muscle-spasms surged through her nakedly orgasming body.
Damn! Both of them! They both came! Orin felt like pounding himself on the chest. Closing his limpid blue eyes, he let go and his wildly jerking cock pumped deliciously as his white hot semen hosed through the nine inches of his still thrusting penis to jet from the tiny slit in its tip. Satisfied sexually... and intensely pleased with himself, he enjoyed the ecstatic sensation of his sperm jetting deep into Sondra's nibbling pussy.
"God that was something else!"
He forewent the desire to collapse on top of them, his added weight would be too much for Blanche on the bottom. Reluctantly he pulled his flaccid penis from Sondra's nibbling pussy with a lewd wet sucking sound and rolled to his side. Now Orin lay between them.
Her breathing back to normal, Blanche reached out to caress Orin's hairy chest and murmured, "You're quite a man!"
He accepted the compliment demurely; now that his body was satisfied, his mind was looking for some answers... what had his wife to do with all of this craziness?
Sondra echoed Blanche's applause: "Orin, thank you," she gushed throatily.
With false modesty, Orin shrugged off the compliment. "Hell... how often do I get to fuck such beautiful women... at the same time!"
Unexpectedly his eyebrows knitted together: "Tell me where the hell my wife fits into this?"
A moment of silence prevailed; finally Blanche opened up. "We thought this a good way for all three of us to get even with our spouses..."
"All of us?" Orin looked askance. "Sorry, but I don't understand. What have I to get even with Mona for?"
Sondra tutted, losing her patience. "You mean you didn't know she's been balling my husband and Blanche's too?"
"No! God damn it! Not Mona... not my Bunny!" His anger was quick and raging within him!
"Why would we lie to you?" put in Blanche.
"I'll be a sonofabitch! How did those bastards get to her?" he grated.
"Seems she lied on a credit application and they threatened to turn her over to the police... something, too, about you losing your service station...?" Murphy's secretary explained.
"That goddamned sunlamp!" muttered Orin.
"...Her husband passed Mona over to my husband, and..."
"I'll knock her goddamned head off."
Blanche tutted. "Just like a man! You haven't exactly been saying your prayers in the past half hour."
"Yeah, but now what...?"
Blanche was pulling on her robe. "I suggest you keep a closer eye on her until we dig ourselves out of this damned department store."