chest and belly. His fingers lifted her skirt out of his way and then thrust between the ragged edges of her now crotchless panties.
The blonde woman tensed as his finger shot all the way up into her pussy. It wasn't cock-thick but it felt good. She sighed and tried to relax. The swiftly moving finger in her pussy prevented her from totally relaxing. Every movement in and out of her cunt thrilled her, excited her, pushed her to new levels of arousal.
"Ummm, feels good when you finger-fuck my poor little cunny, but I want cock up there! Get hard, damn you, get hard!"
He laughed. "Not so easy. Can't perform on command like that, not after the great fucking we just had. Just watch things in the mirror for, a while. You won't be disappointed."
She blinked rapidly and focused her blue eyes on the mirror in front of her. She lifted one leg high into the air and lewdly exposed her snatch. The sight of his finger-fucking her blonde-rimmed pussy did turn her on more than the feel of the finger rubbing into her cunt walls. The woman sobbed mightily when he found her clit and teased it.
But this wasn't what she wanted. The desires for his prick mounted incredibly inside her body. She saw him take one of her blue-tinged cunt lips between thumb and forefinger. He dragged his fingers along that puffy ridge. The electric shock of desire jolting through her body rattled her teeth.
She was openly sobbing, almost at the point of crying.
"Fuck me, dammit, I need you so bad!" she cried out. "And I don't care if the whole goddamn world sees us!"
She couldn't see into the department store in the position he held her in. And it didn't matter to her. All she cared about now was the intense longing inside her pussy. She was being eaten up with desire. She had to have his cock driving in and out of her pussy before she would feel any better.
The feel of his lips and tongue moving against her aroused snatch caused her to come. The suddenness of it took her entirely by surprise. As she drifted down from her sexual high, she saw the top of the man's head pressed firmly between her white thighs.
Her legs crushed down on the sides of his head to make sure he didn't go away. The sensations she felt were so great she didn't ever want them to stop. They weren't the same as the feel of a cock fucking her, but they were still great. Different, but delightful.
His tongue raked along the edges of her cunt lips and then plunged fast and cock-hard into her pussy. She stiffened and almost came again. This time, she held back enough to prevent it. She wanted to hoard all these wondrous feelings like a miser hoards gold, and then release them in one huge orgasm.
He sucked and licked and made lewd noises as he tongued her pussy lips, and tongue-fucked her cunt hole. She began tossing her leg up into the air. This caused her pussy to contract around his hidden tongue. While it wasn't quite the same as having her cunt entirely filled with cock, it gave a good enough imitation for her to get off in a big way.
All her carefully protected feelings of lust gushed forth as she came again. He sucked and licked and used his teeth to lightly gnaw on her agitated flesh. The blonde knew this was heaven on earth. Nothing could be better then the delights spearing into her pussy.
She twisted onto her back and stared up into the air above them. She wondered what it would have been like having a mirror there. She would have to order one of these beds-and when she did, there would definitely be mirrors on the ceiling overhead. That would give the most possible stimulation to both of them.
Her legs draped behind the man's head. By flexing her thigh muscles, she could pull his face even more powerfully into her flowing gash. His tongue raked up and down her sex slit, parting the cunt lips, teasing them, stroking along the rigid edges. She could feel his tongue drive in and out of her cunt and then slip back to her asshole. Her back arched and she tried to get away from him tongue fucking her anus.
"No, oh, sweet Jesus, no, not there!" But her
words weren't matching her actions. As she lifted herself off the bed, her body turned and she shoved her asscheeks into the man's face. His nose parted her meaty asscheeks, and then the probing tongue licked her asshole.
She came-hard.
Still twisting, she moved so that she was facing the man, her head between his thighs. His prick was slowly stirring back into life. This heartened her. Gobbling it up, she licked and sucked and gave him every bit as much pleasure as he was giving her.
"It… it's feeling good, Lynda," he moaned. "Just keep on sucking and I'll be hard again."
She fondled his balls, and stroked the thick, black pubic hair around his cock and balls. Popping the hairy little bag containing his nuts into her mouth, she showed him just what it meant to get a good blowjob. She sucked and stroked the sides of the sac until he was trying to get away from her. She felt his cock stiffening even more alongside her cheeks. She turned and saw the purple knob on the tip begin to throb and pulse with renewed life.
He was almost there.
This spurred her on. She lightly shoved the balls from her eager mouth and went back to the stalk of his cock. Nipping at the limp flesh, she teased and aroused him until he had a full fledged boner again.
Like an eagle swooping down on its prey, she
engulfed the end of his cock and sucked for all she was worth. Her tongue tried to force its way down his piss-slit. They both knew it was impossible, but just trying set both their pulses to racing faster.
She loved the taste of prick. She couldn't get enough of it. Her lips softly caressed the sides of his cock, and then her tongue roughly slithered along the same terrain until she had erased every single fold of loose flesh. His cock was as hard and throbbingly alive as it could get.
Bobbing her head up and down, she began face fucking herself. At the same time, she felt the man's mouth working eagerly at her pussy. They were locked in the classic sixty-nine position, and it worked beautifully for both of them. On their sides, they could look into the mirrors on the walls.
Lynda saw every single detail of what was happening. Jerry's head vanished between her soft thighs and he avidly ate her cunt. She could see her own reflection taking the thick stalk of his cock into her ruby lips. Closing her lips in a tight ring around his cock, she started sucking for all she was worth. She saw her cheeks go hollow under the pressure she exerted. Her head snapped forward, and she felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth.
Swallowing hard, she gobbled up his entire cock. It rested hotly in the tight confines of her throat. She was no Linda Lovelace but she knew how to take a man's cock-all of it.
"God, honey, that's fantastic," she heard him cry out. "Give it to me. Give it all to me!"
She swallowed so that her Adam's apple would bob up and down. This massaged his cock on the most sensitive portion. Needing that, feeling as if she would gag any second, the blonde cock eater pulled back. Her teeth lightly stroked the sides of his prick as it left her mouth. Ugly red welts were left behind, but she quickly soothed them with her dancing tongue.
She licked and sucked and tongued as fast as she could. The sexual forces inside her belly were threatening to drive her insane with lust. The feel of the man's hot tongue, fucking her pussy helped. The way his nose raked along her cunt lips turned her on in a big way. But it was the way he sucked at her tiny little clit that finally got her off.
She blasted into a sexual orbit, flying and diving as the winds of ecstasy blew through her body. She didn't even know how hard she was sucking on his prick. She was totally lost in the wonder of the orgasm crushing her in its ice and iron grip.
The cock pulsed hotly against her lips and she tasted the bitter drop of pre-come beading at the tip. This was the tip-off that the man was about ready to get his rocks off. She hastened to suck and tongue his prick even more. She wanted as much of this meaty, tasty cock as she could get before the hot flood of his jism jetted forth.
The increased activity on the end of his cock caused the man to tongue-fuck her pussy with longer, more powerful strokes. She could feel
As she toyed with his balls, she felt them tumbling and lurching inside. This was all the trigger he needed. The first blast of his come arched past her tongue and spattered into her tonsils.
This wasn't the way she wanted it. She had to taste his creamy man seed. Her tongue shoved into the widening slit at the end of his cock. This allowed her to smear every single drop of his jism across her tastebuds. The salty, tangy taste of his came thrilled her.
Sucking even harder, she began face-fucking herself again. She knew this would milk his balls of every last drop of that precious come.
And it did.
As his prick went limp, she straightened out one leg and thrust it into the air. This tightened up her own crotch and magnified the effects of the man's tongue working all along her cunt lips. She felt the delicious shivers of impending climax stalk her. When she finally cut loose and came, the entire bed shook with her reaction.
"Iieeeee!" she shrieked. "This is tooooooo muuuuuuch!
His hands gripped firmly at her quivering flesh
to hold her in place. He didn't want her dancing away from his questing tongue. He continued to torture her with his licks and tongue strokes until she got off twice more. Sliding his tongue up and down along the tiny erectile spire of her clit made her come a last time.
This was the most potent orgasm of them all. She screamed unabashedly, her body vibrating with lust.
As she collapsed to the softness of the bed, relaxing and studying the picture she saw reflected in the mirrors around the bed, she smiled.
"That was good, Jerry. Damned good." "Likewise. But you know something?"
"You want to do it again?" she said hopefully.
He laughed, looking at his shrunken cock. There wasn't a chance in hell of him getting another boner any time soon. She had sucked him off too well for that to happen.
"Nope, not that. Least ways, not for a while: But the lights are out in the store."
"So that means the building's locked up for the night. We're locked in."
She sighed, then said, "I can think of worse places to be." Her fingers showed him how true that was.
CHAPTER THREE
"Ummm, that was great," sighed Lynda, curled up next to Jerry. The man's strong body moved slightly against her and she craned bet neck around to look at him. The glow in her eyes masked her tiredness. He had screwed her silly-and she was tired. But if he wanted to have another go at fucking, she wasn't about to tell him no.
"Yeah, but we'd better see about getting out of here. I know they've got alarms all over the place but those are just for robberies. If we triggered
one, we would be in bigger trouble than we are now."
"So why should we worry about getting out?" she asked. "Let's just stay here and be nice and cheerful looking when everyone shows up in the morning."
"You mean stay here and fuck all night long?"
"Sure!"
The man hesitated. She could tell the idea appealed to him. As long as they didn't, do anything they weren't likely to set off any hidden alarms. Lynda didn't know for sure but she didn't think there were any armed guards that patrolled the empty department store. She was positive the store didn't use guard dogs. They'd had problems with the dogs pining on everything in sight.
"Come on, Jerry, why not stay here? The people would show up in the morning and it would just seem like we got here early. I could stay hidden until the customers came.
"But my clothes are wrinkled," he protested. She thought he was just making up excuses. Her heart wasn't in arguing this point.
"So get some new ones. We're in a whole goddamn department store. We can go on a shopping spree that'll last all night long!"
"But we'd have to pay for the stuff we took."
"So we just borrow the stuff for the evening," she said persuasively. "I've had my eye on some of that fancy lingerie downstairs for a long time.
Wouldn't you like to see me model it for you?" "The baby-doll nightie?"
"That, too, but I was thinking more of the black net stockings and garter belt."
"What else?"
"Nothing else," she said. And she knew he was going to give in then. The faint twitch in his prick told the entire story. "Come an, Jerry, let's get moving. We're wasting precious time!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed, intent on getting downstairs as fast as she could before his cock decided to go back to sleep.
"Shit, Jackie, we got locked in this damned place. I told you we shouldn't have taken so long in the restroom.
"Don't sweat it, Christine. There's got to be an emergency exit."
"But that'll set off an alarm or something."
So we'll be long gone before anyone comes. Or we can stand around and point and tell any cops that show up that the people escaping from this dump went down the Street. Hell, I don't know how they could have locked us in like this."
Jackie stood in front of a side door, hesitant about opening it. A sign proclaimed that the door was alarmed. Just as Christine started to push past her, the handle of the door jiggled a little. A
scraping noise sounded and both women knew someone was hard at work on the lock outside.
"That takes care of our problem. Somebody's trying to get back in. Look, see? We'll just explain to the manager or whoever it is that…" Her words trailed to nothing as she stood staring in shock at the two men framed by the door.
Whoever they were, they didn't belong in the store. Both held guns in their hands and one carded a large bag, obviously loaded with something heavy. For a split second, all four were frozen by shock. The two men reacted first, their guns coming up to cover the frightened women.
"Move and I'll burn you!" snapped the larger of the two men. His finger tightened perceptibly on the trigger of his revolver.
"Goddamn, you asshole!" cried the other, smaller man. "You told me that this was gonna be the best fucking place in the whole goddamn world to hide. And here are two dames watching us already!"
"Shut up, Mollusk. How the fuck was I to know anybody'd be here?"
Jackie and Christine looked at each other and back at the men. The bores of the two guns appeared larger than firehoses. Jackie started trembling and said in a shaky voice, "Who are you?"
"We're the guys who just knocked off the jewelry store down the street" said the one called Mollusk. "And we thought this department store
was gonna be the place to hide till the heat cooled down."
"Shut up," repeated the larger man. "Don't spill nothing. And close the goddamn door. If some cop sees that, we'll really be in it up to our asses."
"Look, we just got ourselves locked in. We, uh, we won't say a thing about seeing you two. So, just let us go, huh?" stammered Christine. The way the gun swung toward her, told her that this wasn't likely to happen.
"Let's be flexible about all this, Mollusk. Let's have ourselves some fun while we're waiting."
Mollusk smiled, a broken tooth making him appear even more evil than before.
"I follow you, Len. Why not? This place ain't got any alarms we can trip by accident-we checked that out. And these two are good-looking broads. We might be able to have some great times with them. How about it, cutie?" He placed the muzzle of the gun up under Jackie's chin. The auburn-haired woman trembled and started to back away. Mollusk moved the gun, hooked it up under the hem of her skirt and jammed the cold steel barrel against her snatch.
"Don't go getting any fancy ideas, lady," he said, menace in his voice. "I'd just as soon stuff this gun all the way up your cunt and pull the trigger as I would fuck you. You choose."
Christine answered for her terrified friend.
"We're expected somewhere else right about now. If our friends don't meet us, they'll call the police."
"Like hell they will," said Len. "Two lookers like you, they'd figure you just got picked up and went off to fuck somewhere. Right? Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on and let's explore this place a bit. I'm getting horny just thinking about getting it on with this one."
His gun barrel lightly pressed into Christine's left tit. Her flesh crawled with the steely touch, and gooseflesh raced up and down her spine.
Jackie used the opportunity to knock Mollusk's gun away and dart off into the darkened store, dodging and ducking to take full advantage of the heavy shadows cast by display cases.
"Shit," said Len, "you shouldn't 'a let her go. Take care of this one and I'll show you how you have to treat them." He ran off in pursuit of Jackie's rapidly disappearing form.
"Just you keep it cool and we'll get along okay," said Mollusk, his gun stroking along Christine's jawline. The woman backed away and found herself pressed into a wall.
Trying to distract him, she asked, "Wh-why do they call you Mollusk?"
He laughed, ugly and evil. "I like lots of hairy clams, that's why. And I bet your little pussy's a sweet one, isn't it?"
Both Mollusk and Christine turned when they
heard a soul-wrenching scream. Christine knew instantly that Len had caught Jackie.
"Let's go see what Len's got in mind for punishing the little fox. She shouldn't 'a run like that. Len's got a nasty temper, and he don't mind hurting women who piss him off. You know what I mean?"
Christine mutely nodded, her voice trapped somewhere in her throat. She allowed the man to shove her down the aisles until they came to the woman's clothing section. All she could see were dim figures moving in one of the dressing booths. While the images were indistinct, she could tell that Jackie didn't have a prayer of escaping the more powerful man. He had her backed into one of the dressing booths, his arms holding her captive.
"Get away from me!" shrieked Jackie, her blouse already torn off by the man s clawing fingers. He laughed and continued to rip her clothing. Soon her skirt hung in tatters. She tried to kick him, got tangled in the rags hanging around her waist and tripped. He used this to swarm all over her. He had the skirt off in a flash, leaving her clad only in bright red bikini briefs.
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