Chapter 1
The massive, Diesel-powered Hughes semi-trailer was hitting the legal limit and gaining momentum as it roared on to Interstate 80 and headed west in the bright sunlight. Seated beside the burly driver, Mark Pearson was adjusting his citizen's band radio.
"Checking in," he finally announced when he made contact. "We're headed out West and we got Big Mama and both pups!"
He's gonna be pissed off when he hears we got the kids too, he thought to himself. We plan six months to snatch Mama Kemper, and we wind up bagging the whole fuckin' family!
"Jeeeeeesssssus Christ!" The expletive was clearly audible over the crackling static of the CB.
"Couldn't help it, Big Boss," Mark explained hastily. "Mama brought the pups along, so we didn't have any choice."
"And what kind of kennel are they in?" came the reply.
"The best there is," Mark responded, referring to the fact that Mrs. Kemper's late model Toronado and its three occupants had been commandeered and locked into the van of the semi-trailer in a swift, well-planned operation that took the victims completely by surprise.
"Well, bring them home. Follow me!"
"Right, Big Boss," Mark replied, switching off the radio and leaning back comfortably in his seat.
Several feet to his rear but quite out of his hearing, there was pandemonium and near hysteria.
"Mother, can't we do something?" seventeen-year-old Ellen Kemper screamed at her mother. The cute brunette was anxiously biting her nails. "Where are they taking us?"
"How would I know?" Maureen Kemper was nearly as distraught as her daughter as she looked around in the eerie illumination afforded by the car lights.
"Turn the lights off, Mom," young Bill Kemper spoke up from the back seat. "You'll just run the battery down."
"Can't you blow the horn? Somebody will hear us!" Ellen suggested.
"They disconnected it," Maureen replied. "Oh, I've always been afraid something like this would happen!"
Several hours later, the semi-trailer pulled off the interstate to a highway frontage road and from there to a gravel road that led to a secluded ranch home. As the driver wheeled into the driveway and coasted to a halt, Mark jumped out of the cabin opening up the rear of the truck. As he flung open the doors, he took the precaution of pulling his revolver out of the holster at his side.
"You kids stay in there!" he called out in an authoritative voice. "But you come out, Mrs. Kemper!"
Pale and obviously badly shaken, Maureen Kemper wedged open her car door and managed to make her way to the back of the truck. The blonde society woman was wearing a formfitting light blue jersey dress that displayed her bosomy figure to best advantage, together with sheer cinnamon-shaded nylons and summary white strap sandals that enhanced her full but shapely legs, trim ankles and neatly groomed feet. Her class and aristocratic bearing were quite evident even in the shadowy surroundings of the truck bed.
"Just what do you people think you're doing?" she hissed at the swarthy, rough-looking man standing on the ground looking up at her.
"Oh, don't take it personal," Mark spoke laconically. "Here, let me help you down from there."
He extended one hand to help her. Try as she might, there was no completely dignified way for Maureen to exit from the back of the truck. Needing both hands to keep from losing her balance, there was no way she could prevent her light blue jersey dress from inexorably riding up to reveal the two darker bands of her sheer nylon stockings, her garter belt clips and several inches of milk white thigh. Realizing that her masculine captor was thoroughly enjoying the provocative display, Maureen blushed a deep crimson and hastily adjusted her dress as quickly as she could.
"Oh, you..." she gasped. She was tempted to slap his face despite his revolver.
"Ah, take it easy," Mark replied. "It ain't the first time I seen a woman's garters. Now, get in the house. There's a man waiting to see you!"
Maureen felt a deep uneasiness as she made her way across the well tended lawn in front of the house. Several times she glanced back to see about the children, but there was no activity at the truck. Without being noticeable about it, she tried to walk as slowly as possible to enable herself to get a better picture of her surroundings. It was a moment before she realized that a dark-haired man had stepped out of the front door of the house, and was gazing intently at her. His malevolent appearance made her knees nearly buckle, and she could feel a chill of fear coming over her as she approached him.
"Don't I ... Don't I know you from somewhere?" Maureen blurted out when she got a clearer view of his face.
"Get in the house!" he demanded without replying. Harry McClintock realized that there was a remote possibility that the attractive matron did in fact recognize him, as his criminal activities had gotten his mug shot in the paper on more than one occasions. But that caused him little concern because he was planning to use the ransom money to finance a comfortable and secluded exile abroad.
Harry followed the apprehensive woman into the house, his appreciative eye noting her jouncing, nicely rotund hips and the swelling curves of her nylon-clad calves. The salacious gang leader had also observed Mrs. Kemper's undignified exit from the truck, and the momentary but almost blinding sight of dark stocking tops and milk white thighs had his imagination working, in high gear.
"This is going to be your home until your hubby comes up with the dough, so you might as well make yourself comfortable!" Harry, told his apprehensive captive as he closed the door behind them. He tried to move closer to her, but Maureen shrunk away. "That's no way to act, mother!" he tormented the frightened woman. "Your kids are out there in the truck and my buddy has a gun on them, remember?"
For a moment, Maureen felt as if she were going to faint. With her children's safety at stake, she instantly realized that she would have to do everything her abducter demanded, no matter how humiliating or revolting it might be! Oh, God, I just hope that ail he wants is money, she told herself.
A pleased smirk on his face, Harry flopped down on an old couch and leaned back in a self-satisfied manner. "We're not going to send out any ransom notes for 48 hours, so all the clues will be stale before anyone realizes you're even missing." he informed his worried victim. "In the meantime, it'll be up to you to entertain me!"
"Enter ... tain?" Maureen stammered, gulping noticeably.
"Yeah," Harry replied, leering at her in a mnner deliberately designed to make her feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
Maureen gulped. She wanted to say something but her mind was reelng. "W-what do y-you m-mean?" she finally managed.
Harry leaned forward and cast an appreciative glance at her shapely legs. "Those are real nice, expensive stockings you got on!" he remarked.
Maureen felt herself reddening at the embarrassing personal reference.
"Let's see how you hold them up!!"
"WHAT?" Maureen gasped at the deeply insulting suggestion. "Why you ... I never heard of such a..."
"Come on!" Harry barked at the blushing, flustered woman, pretending to be irritated although he was in fact quite amused. "You got two kids out there in the truck and you're arguing about a little thing like that?"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly..." Maureen wailed, close to tears. Of course, I don't have any choice, she told herself. I'd better placate this nut before he tries something worse!
Blushing a furious crimson to the roots of her platinum blonde hair, Maureen reached for the hem of her blue dress. Tears of shame welling in her eyes, the attractive matron began pulling it up as slowly as she dared.
"Mmmmm, that's the way!" Harry said, his eyes intently focused on his victim's shapely underpinnings as more and more sheer nylon came into view.
Embarrassed beyond description, Maureen soon found herself holding her dress up over the two darker bands of her stockings, revealing white garter belt suspenders and an inch or so of creamy bare thigh. From the way her captor was feasting his eyes on her brazenly exposed limbs, the shapely mother and housewife had no doubt that he had even worse things in mind. Trembling, she instinctively started backing away when she saw him getting up from his seat. She wanted to yank her dress back down but her hands seemed frozen.
"Now, don't try to run away, mother!" Harry told her, licking his lips lasciviously. The enticing combination of dark stocking tops and white thighs had al-ready produced a throbbing erection that was demanding immediate gratification!
"OOOOOH!" Maureen gasped with horror as she caught sight of the awesome bulge in her assailant's slacks. Her knees almost went out from under her and her heart started thumping furiously. Oh, no, I'm going to be raped! Oh, nooo! Oh, God, what can I do? I never dreamed that something like this would happen to me! Oh, this is terrible! I've got to stop him somehow!
Backing against a wall, the terrified woman anxiously looked around for an escape route. Once again she caught sight of the imposing bulge in his slacks, and shuddered violently at the thought of what was going to happen to her.
"Oh, no, please, please! Oh, no, please! Not that!" she suddenly burst out in a totally desperate manner. "Oh, please! Please! Oh, please, don't hurt me!"
"I've got a present here for you, mother!" Harry told her, stopping a few feet from her. A leering smile on his face, he began undoing his fly!
"Oh, nooooo!" Maureen exclaimed as she realized what he was doing. Squirming with revulsion, she tried to turn her head to one side to avoid looking at her vile tormentor.
Harry pulled down his zipper, reached inside his shorts, and quickly hauled out his hotly swollen, rapidly pounding cock Capped by an oversize mushroom-shaped crown, the purplish-hued masculine battering ram was swollen to a full eight-inch extension!
"OOOOOOH!" Maureen gasped with a mixture of revulsion and fascination as she caught sight of the obscenely displayed masculine weapon. Shrinking back against the wall as much as she could, she tried to close her eyes to blot out the horrifying sight but for reasons she could not at the moment fathom, her eyes simply refused to close. Instead, the hotly blushing matron simply stared at the stiffly erect slab of masculine meat, and found herself nearly overcome with shame as flashes of sexual desire began to torment her.
"How'd you like to put that in your mouth, mother?" Harry" asked with a leering smile on his face.
"Oh, what a filthy idea!" Maureen burst out, shuddering violently as the highly aroused man came nearer.
Harry's throaty chuckle made it quite apparent that he found her distress and repugnance quite amusing.
"Go away! Please!" Maureen demanded in a distraught voice. "Oh, please, please!" She tried to take her eyes away from his upright, lust-bloated prick, but was simply unable to do so. Guilt-stricken by her own desires, she felt as if she were on the verge of hysteria. She wanted to resist but her body seemed paralyzed.
"Come on, let's see what you got here!" Harry suddenly told the frightened woman. As he spoke, he quickly leaned forward and yanked Maureen's light blue dress clear above her waist!
"OOOOOH!" Maureen screamed with surprise and embarrassment as she suddenly realized that even her panties were on view before the sadistic stranger. "Don't! Let me go!" She tried to push downward with her hands against his wrists, but he was much stronger.
The highly aroused gang leader licked his lips as he gazed at the attractive matron's well-filled white nylon panties. The diaphanous garment fit her curvaceous form like a glove, and the triangle of fluffy, light brown hair at the apex of her legs was clearly discernible. The enticing sight made his hotly swollen shaft pound and throb even more vigorously.
"Oh, this is terrible!" Maureen wailed, tears of distress blurring her vision. She had always been a highly modest woman, and the very idea of having her dress yanked up to display her panties and stocking-clad legs before a complete stranger was deeply humiliating.
"Now, let's get these pants off!" Harry announced, knowing full well what effect the statement would have on his hapless victim.
"OH, NO!" Maureen screamed, ineffectually pulling at his wrists in an effort to free himself. "DON'T YOU DARE! LET ME GO!" His greater strength made her feel horribly helpless and vulnerable, and she was desperately hoping for some last-second miracle that would free her from his lewd embraces.
Grabbing the elastic waistband of her wispy panties with one hand, Harry yanked them down with one vigorous pull!
"OOOOOH!" Maureen shrieked and frantically tried to reach down to pull her panties back up. The comely matron had never been more humiliated in her life. "Oh, you beast! How could you do such a thing? Ooooh, this is awful!"
"Mmmmm, mother, you look good enough to eat!" Harry mused as he gazed at the pretty brunette foliage surrounding his victim's coital groove.
"OH, MY GOD!" Maureen screamed at the revolting suggestion. She was still trying to pull her panties back up, but he had pulled them down out of her reach. "What a filthy ... What kind of a perv ... Oh, you're ... "
Still holding her dress up above her waist, Harry feasted his eyes on the inviting feminine nest. Maureen's squirms and instinctive efforts to conceal her treasure only served to make her look all the more appealing.
"You mean no one's ever had their tongue in that juicy cunt of yours, mother?" he asked with feigned surprise.
"OH, how can you talk like that?" Maureen raged at her tormentor. "What kind of a woman do you think I am, anyway?"
Harry snickered at her puritanical attitude. "Well, I'm gonna be the first, then!" he told her.
"Oh, no, don't you dare!" Maureen gasped. "How can you even think of doing something like that?" She was becoming exhausted from her efforts to struggle with him, and found herself sagging weakly against the wall. "Oh, please, please, don't humiliate me like this!" she pleaded in a breathless voice.
"You're gonna enjoy it, mother!" Harry promised, a bemused smile on her face. "You're gonna be begging me to fuck you by the time I get through with you!"
"Oooooooh!" Maureen gasped. Although the idea seemed quite preposterous, at the same time the attractive matron realized that there was some possibility that he just might be right. The idea that she might be aroused by such a vile man and would voluntarily surrender to him was deeply humiliating to the refined and overprotected woman.
Without warning, Harry picked her up and almost threw her into a supine position on a nearby couch!
"Oooooh!" Maureen shrieked with surprise and tried to pull her dress down.
However, he quickly pulled it right back up and yanked her panties completely off with one swift pull!
"Oh, no, don't! Stop!" Maureen yelled at her tormentor, frantically trying to hold her legs together as tightly as possible to preserve her modesty as best she could. "Oh, this is awful! Please! Please!" she begged, still trying to pull her dress back down.
"Quit fighting it, mother!" Harry told the struggling woman. "Get your legs open! Come on!"
"Oh, no, no, no! No!" Maureen protested, her eyes once again fastening on his powerfully erect masculine harpoon with a disturbing mixture of fear and desire. "No, please, don't do this to me! Please!"
"Come on!" Harry spoke impatiently. "You want me to go out there and get your daughter instead?"
"No, no, no!" Sobbing with despair, Maureen miserably opened her thighs to her lascivious assailant Deeply ashamed of her wanton exposure, the hapless woman covered her face with her hands to spare her eyes from the sight.
Harry licked his lips as he caught his first glimpse of the shapely matron's cuntal groove. The two full, petulant lips were a vivid pink and glistening with a light film of feminine dew. "That's the way," he spoke in a congratulatory voice. "Now, I'm really going to get you turned on, mother!"
"Ooooh!" Maureen shuddered at the vile threat. "Can't you stop calling me mother? Oooooh!"
Spreading her nyloned legs farther apart with both hands, Harry knelt between her knees. Taking his time to humiliate her all the more, he slowly and lingeringly worked up his hands up the insides of her full, shapely thighs. His fingers moved slowly over the darker bands of her stockings and came into contact with her silken smooth, hot flesh.
"OH, GOD!" Maureen exclaimed with deep revulsion as she felt her assailant's wandering hands lewdly enjoying her voluptuous thighs. "Oh, how can you degrade me like this? Oh, this is horrible!"
"It's gonna be a pleasure eating that beautiful cunt of yours!" he told her, deliberately speaking in vulgar fashion to torment her all the more. As he spoke, his fingers worked up her inner thighs, pressing firmly against the satiny smooth flesh.
Maureen shuddered violently and wanted to scream with rage at her vicious tormentor. The very idea of a complete stranger subjecting her to such lewd caresses was indescribably revolting to the well-to-do matron.
"What a cunt!" Harry told her as he dipped into the brunette foliage and quickly began employing his fingers to separate the two plump outer labia.
"Oh, take your hands off of me!" Maureen screamed as she felt his fingers boldly probing right into her cuntal groove. Her hands pushed at his wrists, but she felt weak and deeply ashamed. Along with the hatred and revulsion she felt for her despised attacker, there was a growing fear that he might in fact succeed in arousing her as he had promised. Deep down, she suspected, she was capable of sexual plateaus that she had never dared let herself experience.
His fingers hooked into the slippery coral groove, Harry began pulling the outer lips open. The two brightly pink petals came open with an audible squishing sound to reveal a vivid expanse of succulently coral feminine meat
"Oh, no, ho, stop!" Maureen gasped, wriggling with shame and crying as she found herself so lewdly exposed before her sadistic assailant. "Please, oh, this is awful! Please, ifs so undignified! Oh, stop, please!"
"You got a terrific cunt, mother!" Harry told her, licking his lips as he gazed at the lush expanse of shimmering feminine meat. "It's gonna be a real pleasure eating that!" he added as he leaned forward on his knees and forearms.
"Oh, no, no!" Maureen tried to protest. "Please, don't! Oh, please! No! No!"
Without further ado, Harry buried his face in the attractive matron's wet muff with his tongue fully extended!
"OOOOOOOH!" Maureen shrieked when she realized that he was really doing what he had threatened! Horrified yet fascinated, she lifted her hands momentarily from her face but quickly clamped them back down again when she caught sight of his head between her legs. "Oh, my God!" she uttered in a loudly despairing voice.
With damp, clinging feminine meat plastered against his face, Harry quickly went to work slicing his tongue up and down inside the pink furrow. Warm gushes of feminine dew began cascading impulsively from their hidden sources, bathing his face in their pungent aromas and trickling into his mouth. At the same time, his hands explored her stocking-clad legs, smooth bare thighs and satiny buttocks, kneading and massaging the resilient flesh in a none-too-gentle manner.
"Oh, how can you do this to me?" Maureen wailed in a self-pitying, sobbing voice. She was keenly aware of every flick of his tongue as well as every movement of his busy hands, and realized with mounting alarm that she would soon succumb to his lascivious assault if it continued. Her cuntal groove already, felt hot and itchy, and her tiny clitoris was beginning to tingle and swell with feminine arousal. "Oh, stop, please! Oh, this is awful!" she kept repeating.
Confident that he was in the process of breaking down his victim's inhibitions completely, Harry flicked and swirled his tongue around in all directions in the hotly steaming groove. He approached her highly sensitive love button from various angles, producing a violent twitch and a fresh gush of feminine honey each time he made contact. His hands roamed lasciviously over her womanly full, satiny soft buttocks, and to torment her all the more he finally slid one extended middle finger directly into her anal canal.
"OH, NO, DON'T!" Maureen yelled with surprise and anger as she felt his stubby masculine finger probing deeply into her rear channel. It was mildly uncomfortable, but the humiliation of being handled in such a vilely familiar manner was much worse than the discomfort. Impaled on his boldly probing finger, the hapless matron had no choice but to wriggle with movements that were clearly sensual.
Keeping his finger deeply planted in the meaty aperture, Harry began concentrating on her quivering, highly agitated clitoris. Bubbling feminine honey cascaded over his face as he flicked and stabbed quickly and repeatedly at the tiny and at times elusive target. He could clearly discern the sensual twitches and jerks that were beginning to afflict her abdominal muscles, giving her no choice but to writhe with coital movements that betrayed her growing sexual arousal.
"Oh, this is awful! Please, stop!" Maureen pleaded. "I'm a decent woman! Don't do this to me! Please! Please! Please, stop!" The realization that he could easily see how aroused she was no matter how much she denied it was deeply humiliating, and the idea that she had permitted herself to become so aroused was thoroughly degrading. "Oh, please, no! Stop! This is terrible! Oh, please!"
His face smeared with feminine dew, Harry momentarily drew back from his victim's sopping wet nest.
"I'm gonna keep working on you until you beg me for it!" he told her. As he spoke, he jammed his finger even deeper into her anus!
"OW!" Maureen squealed, twisting like a fish caught on a hook. "Stop! Ow! Take it out!"
"Come on, mother, you know you want that hot, hard meat in your cunt!" Harry tormented the highly distressed woman.
"Oooooooooh!" Maureen gasped.
Once again, Harry lowered his face against her glittering triangle and sliced his tongue between the two puffy outer lips. He quickly found her swollen, frantically twitching magic button and attacked it with swift, darting thrusts of his tongue. At the same time, his finger thrust vigorously back and forth in her anal tunnel, thrusting deep into the deliciously soft interior.
"Ow! Ooooh! Oh, no! Ooooh! Ooooooh, no!" Maureen could feel her resistance fading with each passing moment, and hated herself for being so weak and overcome. The idea of begging to have intercourse with her was almost unbearably degrading, but she knew that her ordeal would be prolonged indefinitely if she resisted. Her swollen, nearly bursting clitoris was almost screaming for release, and the thrusting jabs of his finger in her anal canal were forcing her to writhe and twist in a completely abandoned manner. "Oh, please! Oh, this is awful! Oh, I'm so ashamed! Ooooooh! Oh, I don't ... Ooooooh ... Ooooooooh!"
Harry drew his back back slightly. "Beg for it! Come on, let's hear you!" he demanded.
"Ooooh, f-fuck me!!" Maureen finally managed. "OOH, FUCK ME! I CANT STAND IT ANY MORE!"
'That's the way!" Harry told the distraught woman as he drew back to a kneeling position. "Come on! Keep begging!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Maureen begged, her eyes glued on her assailant's bright red, hotly swollen cock. "FUCK ME! I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER!" she raved, dismayed to hear herself carrying on is such a brazen manner. "FUCK ME!"
Pushing her stocking-clad legs farther apart, Harry fell down up on her in a deliberately rough, commanding fashion.
"OOOOOOH!" Maureen gasped as his weight pinned her down against the couch in a fully dominating manner.
A moment later the highly aroused matron felt his thick, rock hard ramrod slicing swiftly and almost brutally into her overheated, hungry cunt! It felt as if a bayonet had been plunged right into her.
"OOOOOOOOH!" Maureen's shriek combined sexual ecstasy with an equal measure of discomfort and surprise. What a stud he was, she told herself, only to shrivel with shame as she realized how wantonly she was giving herself to such a despicable man.
His madly throbbing cockmeat thrust deeply into his wriggling victim's sopping wet and surprisingly tight cunt, Harry rested triumphantly astride her. "like having all that good hard meat in you, don't you, mother?" he asked with a sharp edge of sarcasm in his voice.
"Y-yes!" Maureen admitted in a stammering voice, feeling guilt-stricken but totally entrapped by her own sensual weaknesses. As much as she hated her vile tormentor, she knew that at the moment she simply had to have that powerful dagger of hia plunged into her starving, frantically twitching twat. The sensitive nerve endings in her vaginal canal were already responding to the sleek manmeat pressing against them, and her tormented clitoris seemed to be reaching out to scrape against the powerful masculine harpoon. Hot gushes of feminine dew were lubricating it with their warm, pungent oils in preparation for the anticipated joyride to follow.
"You're going to wiggle your ass for me real nice, aren't you, mother?" Harry asked the hapless but highly aroused woman.
The vulgar words made her cringe, and she turned her head to one side. "Y-yes!" she replied. "W-what are you waiting for?" she asked impatiently when he seemed in no rush to commence.
"Don't worry, mother, you're going to get fucked real good by the time I get through with you!" Harry promised. As he spoke, he began thrusting back and forth atop her with firm but deliberately controlled thrusts.
"Ooooh, ooooh!" Maureen immediately began responding to the pleasant friction. Although she hated herself for being such a weakling, she started working her hips around under him with sensual rotations, matching him stride for stride. "Ooooh, oooh, my! Ooooooh!"
"Really need that nice hard sausage in you, don't you, mother?" Harry chided her. "Having a man's tongue in there really got you turned on, didn't it?"
"Oooh, please, don't talk about it!" Maureen protested. "Just ... just fuck ... Oh, please, I'm so embarrassed ... " Without realizing what she had done, she had wrapped her arms around him and was pulling him down against her, enjoying his masculine weight on top of her.
"You got nothing to be embarrassed about, mother!" Harry told her. "You're a great piece of ass and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! Now, hang on!"
As he spoke, he began gliding back and forth with quicker, faster movements. Each forward thrust rammed his hotly pounding poker into the nether depths of her sex-starved cunt, and he could feel the contractions of her vaginal muscles as they grabbed at their masculine intruder. With his steel-hard prick thoroughly coated with her hotly bubbling feminine oils, their sexual organs were functioning together like two well-oiled pieces of machinery.
"Oh, God! Ooooh! Ooooooh! I love it! I love your prick!" Maureen shamelessly confessed although she realized that she had no business talking that way to him. "It's so hard! So big! Oooooh! Can't you fuck me any harder?"
"Anything to oblige!" Harry replied, grunting from his exertions as he began rocking back and forth at a faster cadence. "You're really randy, ain't you?"
"Y-yes!" Maureen confessed. "Ooooooh! Ooooh, that's the way! Oh, I need it so bad! So bad! Oooooooooh! Oh, my! Oooh, yes, that's the way! Oooooh! Oooooh, my!"
With her assailant thrusting back and forth astride her with virile, forceful strokes, Maureen began elevating her buxom hips from the couch to meet him. Arching her back sharply and breathing in loud, panting fashion, she made him force her body back down against the couch each time he slammed forward. Her shapely, stockinged legs were coiled tightly around him, and her long and brightly painted nails were digging into the back of his shirt. Her tormented clitoris was twitching in an almost painful manner, and a hot, itching sensation along her vaginal tract was becoming more intolerable with each passing moment.
"Oooooh! Oooooh! That's the ... Oooooh ... I love..." Maureen rambled with unfinished sentences between breathless gasps. The intense erotic pleasures of the moment were blotting out all other thoughts, and she found herself being completely carried away. His rock hard prick felt like a battering ram inside her, plunging back and forth in a manner that at times felt as if it were tearing her. apart inside. Although her mind was reeling, she was consciously trying to control her vaginal muscles in an effort to squeeze his rampant cock as much as possible.
"That's the way to shake your ass, mother!" Harry complimented his writhing victim. "You just keep shaking it and you're gonna go off like a bomb! You'll see!"
Once again he accelerated the pace, thrusting and driving his savagely throbbing penis deep into her man-hungry cunt time after time. Breathless and nearly crushed under him, Maureen nevertheless kept up with him and repeatedly elevated her hips to make him force her back down. The heat in her vaginal canal continued to build and sharp, maddening spasms were driving her frantic. Her hotly inflated clitoris felt as if it were simply going to explode.
"HARDER! HARDER! FASTER! OH, PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER!" Maureen screamed in torment at her assailant. "OH, I'M GOING CRAZY! HARDER! HARDER!"
More than a little dismayed by the passionate response from the attractive matron, Harry began plunging back and forth with all his might. Rearing back repeatedly until just the sleek crown of his lust-bloated spear was inside her hotly drooling cunt, he threw everything he had into each forward thrust. Completely breathless and totally distraught with sensuous arousal, Maureen gratefully absorbed the brutal punishment he was administering and knew that she was soaring to an intense climax. Her pelvic muscles were jerking and twitching in a purely instinctive fashion, and the muscles in her voracious cunt were frantically trying to grab and snap at his rampaging cock.
"MORE! HARDER! HARDER!" Maureen incessantly demanded although she was almost too breathless to get the words out. "HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! I JUST HAVE TO HAVE IT!"
Harry slammed forward time after time, driving his wildly throbbing shaft in to the hilt and nearly smothering her under his muscular body. He could sense her onrushing climax, and held himself back just enough to coordinate their mutual orgasms. Her arms and stockinged legs were locked in a tight vise around him, and her ability to repeatedly lift her hips up to meet up was astonishing.
"OOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOOOHHHH! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!" Maureen screamed as orgasmic spasms took complete possession of her tortured cunt. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Harry rammed forward like an angry bull and exploded like a cannon! Hot blasts of thick, milky cum jetted into Maureen's voluptuous cunt and his complete weight came crushing down on her trembling body in total conquest. The completely distraught matron threw her blonde head back in rapture as she felt the hot masculine surges deep inside her vagina, while delicious spasms emanating in her pink tunnel radiated throughout her body. For a few breathtaking moments, she felt as if she were simply going to swoon.
"Oooooh! Oooooh, this is wonderful! Oooooh, my!
Oooh! I can't believe it! Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, it feels so wonderful! Oh, my!" Maureen repeatedly gasped in a dreamy, self-indulgent voice.
"There, I knew you'd come, big mother!" Harry remarked as he leisurely dismounted from the breathless, quaking woman. "Now don't try to tell me you didn't like it, because we both know better!"
As sanity gradually began to return, Maureen suddenly jerked her dress down and started to get up. But Harry roughly pushed her back down on the couch.
'Take it easy, mother, you're not going anyplace!" he told her.
"But ... but ... " Maureen sputtered. "W-what about the kids?"
"They're in good hands," Harry replied. "Very good hands indeed!"