Marsha screamed and bucked her ass up off the floor. Suddenly Mona's lips were filled with cunt juice. She started swallowing as quickly as she could but it wasn't enough. Her chin was sticky with dripping cunt juice. She kept trying to swallow. Marsha's cunt got sensitive and she pushed Mona away.
"Now it's my turn," the man behind Mona groaned. "Now I'm going to bury my cock in her throat!"
Mona wished he would fuck her pussy but it wasn't going to happen. He gave her cunt a few more strokes and then pulled his fat cock out of her. He pressed his cock a little harder against her cunt, then pulled back again.
"Turn around, bitch," he commanded.
She did as she was told. She turned around and somehow climbed to her knees. He immediately pressed his fat cockhead against her mouth.
"Open up, bitch," he groaned. "Open your fucking mouth. Open up, you fucking bitch!"
Her lips parted. His cock was already growing as he pressed her slimy cockhead against her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, and his thick cockhead pushed over her tongue. She could taste his hot cockcream.
"I'm going to flood your fucking throat with jism, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to flood your fucking throat!"
He grabbed the back of her head and started fucking his big prick as deep as he could. She could feel his bloated cockhead at the back of her throat. She could taste his jism. He gripped her head harder. "I'm going to blow it, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to shoot my fucking wad in your mouth. Oh fuck, baby. Oh shiiit!"
He grabbed hold of her head tightly, and his prick seemed to explode deep inside her throat. His salty tasting cum was choking her. She started swallowing as quickly as she could. There was a solid warmth in her belly.
"So fucking good," he groaned. "You're so fucking good!"
She heard noises. She looked up at the door. She was surprised at what she saw, men in uniform. Real cops this time!
CHAPTER TEN
She was saved, or at least she had thought she was. But the policemen treated her like she was a criminal. It was not until she was being roughly pushed outside that she spotted someone she knew. Don Wills was an important man in her life. She had dated his son a couple of times. He was big in church work and he knew her father. Immediately she started toward him but one of the policemen caught her and jerked her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Please, I'd need to talk to him."
"To the assistant police chief?"
"Yes."
"He doesn't want to talk to you," the policeman said.
But the policeman was wrong. Don Wills was walking over toward her. He motioned for her to come to him, and she did. They had let her put on a raincoat over her naked body, but she was still handcuffed with her hands behind her.
"So this is where you've been," he said. "Your father has been worried sick about you."
"They kidnapped me," she said.
"Come on, Mona. You can tell me the truth. You don't kidnap a young girl like yourself and keep her in the middle of town where anyone is invited to a sex party. It doesn't happen that way. How did you get involved in this?"
"But it's true," she whispered.
The policeman had come up behind her. He laughed loudly. He started to pull her away, but Don caught her arm again.
"Just a second, officer."
"Don't let her con you with that story about being kidnapped. I watched her when we came in. She didn't look like she was being forced to eat pussy and suck dick."
"I'll transport this one, officer," Don said.
"All right, Sir," the officer answered.
Don led her over to his car and put her in the front seat. He came around and sat on the driver's side. She caught a glimpse of Johnny being put into the back of the police van.
"I'm telling you the truth," she said.
"Knock it off, Mona. Right now we've got to figure out how you're going to stay out of jail."
"Jail?" Mona asked.
"That's right. Jail. What do you expect? You've been involved with some pretty shady people. This entire thing is really ugly."
"But I'm not involved," she protested. "I was kidnapped. They took me here against my will."
She was sick. She was sick from the look that Don had given her. He didn't believe she had been kidnapped. He didn't believe that all the ugly things had happened to her against her will.
Don got into the car and started the engine. She was silent as he drove away from the house. She could sense Don's anger, and she knew it was directed at her.
"But I didn't do anything," she said.
"You are no older than my daughter," Don said. "You've even gone out with my son."
"They took me against my will."
"Sweet Mona," Don said. "That's what they always called you. Sweet Mona. You couldn't get a good night kiss from her. I guess people can sure surprise you."
She couldn't understand how he could be so angry at her. Sure, he might believe that she was somehow involved in this sordid mess but how could that make him angry?
"What's going to happen to me?" she asked.
"That all depends on the judge," he said.
"Am I really being arrested?"
"That's right, Mona. You were being arrested for public indecency, and prostitution."
"Prostitution?" she questioned.
"That's right, Mona. Some of those people were paying for the fun of being there."
Mona sank back in the car seat. It was the final humiliation. To be arrested after all she had gone through. She wondered how it would look in the papers.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she said.
"Don't kid me," Don said. "You knew what you were getting into. You shouldn't have tried to fool around with those people. That Johnny's bad enough to turn you every way but lose!"
"I don't want to go to jail."
"Nobody does."
"Please," she begged him. "Couldn't you just take me home? I'm sure my father would make some sort of arrangement. Couldn't you just take me home?"
"And what will you tell him?" Don asked. "How will you explain coming home dressed in nothing but a raincoat after having been gone so long? What will you say?"
She hadn't thought of that, but she knew she was going to have to come up some sort of story. She was beginning to think that her father might not believe her story either.
"I don't know what to do," she said.
"Maybe we can work something out," he suggested.
There was a different sound to his voice. She glanced at him and there was a nervous look on his face. He was still angry but there was also something different in his eyes. She recognized the animal hunger but she couldn't believe it. Not Don! He had always seemed so nice and so totally devoted to his wife and kids.
"I don't understand," she said.
"Sure, you understand, Mona," he said. "Look, the road to the city jail is just ahead. The other road leads to a motel out of town. You can make up your own mind, but you only have a minute."
She was confused but it was obvious what he wanted. She would have never dreamed that he was that type of man.
"Turn left," she said quickly. It was the way to the motel. He grinned as he turned the car off the road.
"Slide over here close to me," he said.
She could feel a nervous sensation in her belly and between her thighs as she slid across the seat toward him. He put his hand on her bare knee. His fingers felt hot.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, honey," he said. "You be nice to me and I'll take you home. I'll back up any sort of story you want to tell your father. But you have to be very nice!"
"I will," she promised.
Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding. It was a ten minute drive to the motel, and Don didn't waste any time. His hand moved up her knee to the inside of her thighs. He started running his fingertips up and over her creamy cuntlips.