Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In DOG-RAPED BRIDE, newly-wed Janice Lane finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive and blackmailed by neighborhood punks, then degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Janice Lane suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Janice Lane, a tall, shapely blonde, stood at her kitchen counter, preparing two cups of coffee. She wore a flimsy bath robe over a pair of panties and a bra. Her glossy hair reached almost to her waist. Though the morning sun filtered through the window and lit up her high cheek boned face, she didn't seem at all cheery.
Janice took both cups and walked over to the kitchen table, where she sat down beside her friend, Becky. Becky was a pretty woman, with a slim body and short dark hair. She wore a pale-blue dress that was just short enough and just tight enough to reveal a nice pair of tits, a nice ass, and a nice pair of legs.
"Thank you," said Becky, accepting one of the cups.
"You're welcome," said Janice. "Now as I was saying, it just isn't fair. Roger and I have only been married two months, yet this is the third business trip he's taken since the wedding. He was away for six days on each of the other two trips. Now he plans on being away for ten days. It just isn't fair!"
"Well, that's what you get for marrying a rising young executive," said Becky. "If his job demands that he travel, then he's going to travel. And there's not a damned thing you can do about it. You'll just have to get used to it. Besides, it's better than being married to a bank clerk the way I am. Joe is home every day at precisely five-thirty. And he's about as exciting as a statue. Just the sight of his skinny legs and thick glasses makes me want to puke."
"Well, he may not be as handsome and as muscular as Roger," said Janice, holding her coffee in both hands. "But at least he's home. At least you don't have to go for days and days without a good fuck."
"Shit, Janice!" shouted Becky. "Do you think that little weasel husband of mine is any good in bed? Hell, he can't even make me wet. I get all my good fucking on the side-and that's exactly what you should be doing. It doesn't make sense to sit around the house complaining like some young girl who got stood up for a date. Why, just look at you! You're a nervous wreck! You can't even hold that cup in one hand! I'm telling you, you need to go find yourself a cock-and fast!"
"That's crazy!" said Janice. She raised her head abruptly, her eyes flying open at Becky's proposal. "What if Roger were to find out? He'd be mad as hell. He might even leave me! Then where would I be? I've got no relatives. I've got no job. And I've got no skills to get a job. I'd really be up shit's creek without a paddle."
"How will he find out?" asked Becky, taking a big gulp. "He's traveling around the country, more interest in making money than in satisfying his new bride. And if you ask me, he's probably getting a little on the side himself. Otherwise he wouldn't be so eager to leave you for so many days at a time."
"I'm not sure if I believe that," said Janice, blowing over the surface of her coffee. "But it is possible, I suppose. He could be nailing some waitress somewhere. Or picking up some floozy in a bar. With his looks he wouldn't have any trouble."
"Of course he is," said Becky. "So why should you be so miserable here at home? Hell, woman, get out and have some fun! You can't let your husband take you for granted. I sure as hell don't!" Becky drained her cup then set it down on the table.
"I'm still not sure if I could do such a thing," said Janice. "But I'll certainly think about it."
"Well, suit yourself," said Becky. "I've got to be going now. I don't want to be late for work."
Janice showed Becky out then went upstairs to dress. She wanted to get to the supermarket and back before her favorite soap opera aired. She tossed aside her robe and struggled into a pair of cut-off jeans and a halter. Then she stepped into a pair of wooden sandals. A quick glance in the mirror told her that all was perfect.
It was a typical hot, humid summer day. Steam was rising from the sidewalks, where shirtless kids ran about, screaming and laughing. Janice, cursing the sticky air, left her front yard and walked up the street to her parked station wagon.
She frowned when she approached. Sitting on the hood were two boys whom she recognized as members of a neighborhood teenaged gang. Their tight jeans and sleeveless tee shirts showed off their young muscular bodies, but she was not impressed.
"Hey, Janice, baby!" said the dark-haired youth. "I saw your husband get in that cab with all those suitcases. I reckon he's off on another trip, huh?"
"Yeah," said the other boy, a blond kid with good looks. "Maybe me and John could stop by tonight and keep you company. What do you say, sexy?"
"What do I say? I say that if you and your friend aren't out of my sight in one minute, I'm going to call the cops."
"Hell, baby," said John, running his hand through his dark hair. "We're just trying to be friendly, that's all. We know how hard it is for a hot bitch like you to have to spend every evening alone. Won't you reconsider our offer?"
"Get away from me," said Janice, her distaste turning to anger. "It's too hot to be fooling around with you punks." She opened the door and got in. Then she started up the car.
"Come on, Bill," said the dark-haired kid. "She thinks she's too high and mighty for us. We'll show her one of these days."
Janice smiled to herself as she drove away from the boys. The nerve of them, she thought. Hell, she had a good ten years on them! "Boys!" she said aloud.
Besides, she thought as she drove down the street, if she fucked those two, she'd probably have to fuck the whole gang, and she sure didn't want to get involved with that gang of theirs. There were so many of them! It'd be too hard to keep secret. Anyway, that wasn't what Becky had meant, she told herself.
Janice pushed the two boys completely out of her mind. She drove the short distance to the supermarket, thinking only of her husband, whom she cursed for not being at home with her. She did not stop cursing him until she pulled the car into the parking lot and found an empty space.
It took her only a few minutes to gather what she wanted, keeping everything in a steel cart. Many women passed her in the aisles, all busily studying the shelves and comparing prices. Many of them were young and pretty, and Janice wondered if their husbands were at home or if they would be home by dinner.
Then, while trying to decide between a regular size bottle of catsup and the giant size, Janice heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the aisle. Out of curiosity she peered through the stack of cereal boxes to see who it was, and was surprised to find her next-door neighbor, Claire, standing beside a tall blond youth.
The youth had on a pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a white apron, and Janice remembered seeing him earlier, stocking shelves. Now, however, he was standing with his hand on Claire's tit, while the small, but shapely, redhead had her hand shoved up under his apron, groping at his bulge. They giggled and whispered silently, not knowing that Janice was eavesdropping.
Janice knew that Claire was married to one of the town's councilmen, but this wasn't the first time that she had seen the little redhead fondling another man. Before it had been the mailman, and Janice had thought nothing much of it, believing it to be just innocent fun. Now she wasn't sure.
Janice watched them for several seconds, until they broke up. But before Claire walked away, Janice saw the woman hand the youth a slip of paper. Probably her address, thought Janice. Damn! Her too! It was beginning to look as if everyone were having a good time except Janice. The more she thought about it, the more she cursed her husband.
She finally decided on the regular size bottle of catsup then went to the checkout stand. There were two people ahead of her, but they had small purchases. Janice waited patiently; then she paid for her purchase and instructed the clerk to have it delivered to her home. She didn't want to bother with it now, for she had another errand to run.
Actually it wasn't an errand. Janice just wanted to get away for a while. She didn't want to have to stay in her empty home, watching some damned soap opera and listening to the clock ticking on the wall. The way she felt now, she'd probably go crazy.
She drove downtown and did some window shopping, admiring the latest line in summer dresses. Then she stopped at a restaurant and had lunch. While she was sitting in the booth, a big, heavy-set man came up to her and introduced himself. Janice, after studying him for a second, was about to invite him to join her, but then she changed her mind when she saw several people watching her. She just didn't have the nerve.
As the disappointed man returned to his own booth, Janice rose from hers and left. Feeling ridiculous and now angry with herself for having missed her favorite soap opera, she drove home.
She had expected to find her groceries waiting for her inside the screen door, but saw that they had not yet been delivered. Figuring that they would be delivered later on in the day, she decided to take a nice hot bath and relax her muscles as well as her nerves. But no sooner had she gotten her ass wet when the delivery boy came. She hoped he would just leave the bags and go, but the doorbell continued to ring. Cursing under her breath, Janice stepped out of the tub, donned a flimsy robe that barely came down over her big ass, then went to the door. Probably just wants a fuckin' tip, she said to herself.
With a dollar bill in one hand, Janice flung open the door. Then her eyes bugged out, and her lower jaw dropped. There, standing in her doorway holding two bags of groceries, was a tall, solidly built youth, with thick brown hair and blue eyes. His face was smooth and youthful. His jeans were tight. His blue shirt was open down the front to reveal thick chest hair. The sight of him took her breath away.
"Groceries, ma'am," he said, his voice soft.
"Yes, er, ah, w-won't you come in?" said Janice, her eyes feasting on the kid. "Please, bring them into the kitchen for me. They look heavy." She led the way after closing the door behind him. She felt naked in her too-small robe, but that didn't seem to bother her.
"I haven't seen you before, where's the regular kid?"
"He quit a few days ago. I'll be making deliveries from now on." He set the bags on the kitchen floor then turned to leave.
"Wait a moment," said Janice. "Won't you stay and have a beer? They're nice and cold."
"I'm not allowed to drink on the job."
"Who's going to know? I won't tell anyone. C'mon, have a seat." She fetched him a beer then sat down at the table with him.
"What's your name?" asked Janice, noticing the boy's eyes on her straining tits.
"Stan. Stan Turner." He downed the beer in three gulps then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You live here all alone?" His eyes seemed to burn right through her thin robe.
"My husband and I," said Janice, leaning forward so that her tits pressed against the robe's opening. "He's out of town on business right now."
Janice's heart began to beat faster. What was she doing? This kid couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen. What about her husband? Yes, what about her husband? Why wasn't he home with her? All she knew was that she was tired of being alone-and tired of being horny.
"Just how old are you?" she asked the kid, her eyes running over his muscular chest and flat stomach.
"I just turned eighteen," he said.
Damn! thought Janice. Sure, she was horny all right, but did she have to rob the cradle? She thought seriously of asking the boy to leave.
"How old are you?" asked the youth as he leaned over and placed a hand on Janice's bare knee. He then smiled into her eyes. "You're too young and beautiful to be left all alone."
"I'm old enough to be your-"
"My lover!" he said, finishing her sentence. Then he moved his hand up her luscious thigh until he came to the robe's hemline.
"What are you doing?" asked Janice. "I told you, I'm married!" However, her anger wasn't very convincing, and so the youth pushed his hand further up her thigh, exploring beneath her robe.
"Oh, shit," said Janice, her voice almost a whisper. She could feel the youth's hand moving up towards her cunt. Her skin began to crawl and her pussy began to twitch. She couldn't believe this was happening!
"Ummmm. You have such creamy skin. So smooth. I want to see all of it." He then rose from his chair and stood in front of her. Janice felt like a small child as she looked up at him from her chair. She wasn't sure what he was going to do next, nor did she care.
Stan unfastened the robe's sash and let the two ends fall to her sides. Then he pulled the robe open, sure of himself. It was obvious that hers wasn't the first robe that he had opened.
Stan then stood quietly, staring at Janice's big round tits. They jutted out magnificently, their upturned, pink nipples resembling two cherries. Their smooth creamy texture seemed to beckon for a man's teeth.
His eyes ran down her flat stomach to her golden-fleeced pussy. The cunt hair were long and shiny, like corn silk. Her damp pussy, nestled snug between her lovely thighs, quivered expectantly. It too seemed to beckon for something.
Stan was equally impressed with the woman's thighs and hips. His eyes ate them up, his stare finally making Janice blush.
"You've got one hell of a body," he told her. "Your husband must be crazy to leave you all alone. Hell, that body was made to be fucked regularly. And I'm just the one to do it."
Stan then yanked Janice to her feet and forced her up against the table. While she stood with her asscheeks mashed against the table's edge and her knees trembling, he stepped back and began to undress.
Janice, her heart pounding, watched as the youth unfastened his shirt and pulled it off. As it fluttered to the floor, she ran her eyes over the boy's hairy chest. Just the sight of his thick curly hairs made her pussy wet.
Then he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his muscular legs. After kicking his shoes off, he stepped out of the trousers then removed his shorts. His cock, now free, hardened immediately and jutted out like a flagpole. It was not only long and fat, it was young and smooth, and the thick brown hair that surrounded it seemed to bristle with electricity. The young bride nearly came right then and there as the youth stepped up to her.
"Oh, shit," whispered Janice when the boy placed one hand on her quivering tit.
Stan, his hard cock only an inch or two away from the blonde's pussy, began to massage her big tit. He moved his fingers and palm expertly, shaping and reshaping the hot mound. He kneaded her tit as if it were a pile of dough. He didn't stop until it was red and swollen.
"Ungh!" moaned Janice, the heat seeping up into her brain. She reached back and steadied herself against the table. She still couldn't believe this was happening.
Stan now turned his attention to her other tit. He worked it with his fingers and palm just like the first. He pinched the warm meat, he kneaded it, he squeezed it in his fist. It too was soon swollen and red. is
The man-like boy then lowered his head and sucked in her left nipple. He sucked on the nip tenderly and Janice instinctively reached up and put both hands around his head, holding him to her tit. Soft sucking noises drifted through the air.
After a while he turned and tasted the other nip. He sucked that one, too, tenderly, while Janice held his head. Her whole body was now alive-she was ready to fuck anything.
Stan, not quite ready to stick his prick into her, began to suck on her big mound. He moved his lips over the tit's surface, kissing and licking the meat. She moaned softly as her blood began to boil.
Stan covered the tit with hot kises. He made it wet with his spit. Then he used his teeth to take little sharp bites out of it. He nipped and chewed until the tit was soon covered with teeth marks. Janice gasped and squealed in response.
After turning one tit red, he moved to the other tit and made that one red as well. He seemed to be having a good time, chewing on her big titties. Janice welcomed his attention.
"Oh, Stan! Your lips are so damned hot! Eat my titties! Eat 'em up! Oh, yeesss!"
Stan gave the tits a few more bites. Then he dropped to his knees and placed his hands on Janice's shapely hips. The woman sighed when she saw him lean towards her blonde pussy. She spread her legs instinctively then reached back once again to steady herself.
"Eeeee!" squealed Janice as the youth's tongue slid up her pussy lips. "Oooooooh!"
Stan snaked his tongue through the thick cunt hairs, tasting her dampness. He apparently liked what he tasted because he began licking her harder. His tongue roamed up and down her cunt lips, tantalizing the tender meat and parting the lips again and again. Janice had trouble keeping her balance.
The hungry youth began to explore the woman's pussy crack. His tongue delved into the pink opening and slid along its entire length. He lapped up a few drops of pussy juice and, in so doing, made Janice shriek.
The big delivery boy then used his hands to open her pussy further. Stretching her cunt lips apart, he worked his tongue up into her glistening cunthole. Again Janice shrieked as the snake-like tongue brushed against her clit and stretched her cunt walls.
"Iiiieeee! You're hitting the spot just right, Stan. Oh, yeesss!" She spread her thighs wider and held the table tighter.
Stan shot his tongue deep into her pussy hole. He licked her pussy walls clean and filled them with fire. He could tell by her trembling knees that he was doing a good job on her.
Janice was still spinning. Everything had happened so fast. A moment ago she was taking a bath alone, now here she was standing naked in her own kitchen getting her pussy hole reamed! She had never meant for things to go so far. She just hoped her husband would never find out.
Meanwhile, she held on to the edge of the table and pushed her pussy into the boy's face. She could feel his tongue deep in her cunt hole, stretching and lapping and burning her tender membranes. She could see his nose and lips buried in her thick cunt hair. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as the blissful heat raced through her loins.
Stan continued to explore the woman's cunt hole. He ran his tongue round and round her slick pussy, gathering all of her sweet juices. His throat muscles worked hard to get all the juices down. Her heavy breathing and deep grunts told him that she was on fire.
When his tongue got juicy, Stan pulled it out and began to lick her throbing clit. He flickered his tongue effortlessly over the pink button, paying no mind to her sharp cries and sudden jerks. The heat that escaped her cunt hole blasted his face, but he continued to torture her.
"Aaagh!" she cried, breaking out in a sweat. "Lick me! I'm so damned horny! Eat my pussy!"
Stan then seized her sensitive pussy meat between his fingers and stretched it until it unfolded. Then he began licking the newly exposed membranes with long, eager strokes of his tongue. Janice squealed loudly then rotated her hips as the blissful sensations raced through her body.
After licking the pulsating, pink membranes, Stan began to chew on them. Holding the soft folds of skin between his teeth, he began grinding his jaws together. He made the tender meat throb and swell, and he made Janice howl.
When her screams became too loud, he released the pussy meat and allowed it to return to normal. Then he began licking her pussy lips again. He dampened her cunt hairs with spit and caused the big lips to swell with hot blood. Before long her juices were dripping steadily.
"Aaagh!" she moaned, swinging her shapely ass. "You're just what I need! Oh, yes!"
She reached down and grabbed the back of the boy's head. Then she forced his mouth deeper into her pussy, at the same time moving her pussy in circles. Soon her dripping juices were smeared all over her groin and his face.
"I'm on fire!" she shouted, throwing her head back. "My pussy is on fire!" Her yellow hair reached all the way to the table. "I need a cock! I need a cock!"
Stan then forced himself away from her wet pussy and rose to his feet. His face glistened with pussy juice, and his eyes were filled with lust. His prick was as hard as a rock and as red as a beet. She knew exactly what he wanted now.
"Turn around!" he said, staring directly into Janice's eyes.
Janice was about to suggest that they go up to her bedroom, but the boy's demand caught her unaware. Hesitantly she turned around to face the table, unsure of the boy's motives.
Stan then snuggled up close to her, placing his hands on her slim waist. Janice felt his hard prick pressing into her pussy from behind, and she instantly spread her legs wide. Then she bent over as his big chest leaned into her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, grabbing hold of the table top. "Don't you want to go up to my bed? It's much more comfortable."
"The table will be fine," he said. Then he tightened his grip on her waist and pushed his cock in between her cunt lips.
"Aaaagh!" groaned Janice as she felt her pussy hole being filled to capacity. "Mmmmm!"
Stan pushed hard, shoving his prick deeper and deeper into Janice's hot pussy. Her membranes yielded willingly to his cock head, then closed around his prick shaft, clinging to it tightly. The heat was unbelievable-he was racked with mind-blowing bliss.
"Shiiyyiit!" he groaned, sinking his nails into her smooth flesh. "Ohhh!" He kept pushing until his nuts came to rest on her cunt lips.
Janice found herself pinned to the kitchen table. She was bent over so far her big tits and long hair brushed the table top. She folded her arms beneath her and rested on her elbows as the muscular youth fucked her from behind.
Stan, as soon as he felt his nuts come into contact with her pussy lips, began to pump his big prick in and out of her. He held her tight as he moved his ass back and forth. Her pussy was like a hot glove around his cock and each thrust sent shivers up his spine.
"Ungh!" groaned Janice, standing on her tiptoes. "Fuck me, you stud! Let me feel that hot cock of yours!"
Janice rested as comfortably as she could. The boy behind her was pounding her good and hard, giving her all of his prick. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, and she wanted to savor every minute.
As the cock shot up into her cunt hole and stretched her cunt walls, she arched her back deep and threw her head back. The blissful heat was so pleasing to her. She hoped it would never end.
Stan thrust his prick hard, working it deep into the woman's hot pussy. He stretched her pussy walls out of shape and set fire to her throbbing clit. He made her juices squish, and he made her moan with pleasure.
"Ohhh!" he said, leaning over her back. "Your pussy is so fuckin' nice! I could fuck you forever."
Fucking while standing up was new to Janice. She did her best to remain steady, but the boy's pounding cock was giving her all she could handle. She bounced on her toes and wriggled her ass as the hot prick burned the shit out of her membranes.
Still with her elbows resting on the table top and her tits beside them, Janice began to push her pussy back into the youth. She met each of his forward thrusts with a backward push of her own. The impact was tremendous and soon the air was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Iiieeee!" she howled as the youth's wet balls slapped noisily against her cunt lips. "I can feel your cock real deep! Oh, yes, that's what I need! Pound me hard, mother-fucker!"
Stan proceeded to do just that. He slammed his prick into her as hard as he could. The power of his thrust knocked her into the table and caused the piece of furniture to slide along the floor a few inches. He gasped. She groaned. The table squeaked.
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned as her big ass pounded his groin. "You're like a wild person! Ungh!" Stan speared her big pussy again and again. He made her squeal like a pig, and he made her titties and asscheeks jiggle. Her pussy froth began to coat his prick, so he knew his hard fucking was having some effect on her.
Stan began fucking her from different directions. His cock pounded first one side of her cunt and then the other side. Her cunt walls were driven completely out of shape by the hammering prick head. She twisted and jerked as the heat raced through her tender loins.
While Janice was leaning over the table, thrusting her pussy back and forth in delirium, she suddenly felt the cock slipping out of her. At once she tightened her cunt muscles in an effort to hold the prick inside her, but it was too late. The cock slipped out completely.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder. "I'm hot as shit! I need that big cock! Please!"
"I want to fuck you like this for a while," he said. Then he picked her up and set her down on top of the table.
"Oh, shit!" she cried, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs wide. "Will the table hold the two of us?"
"Only one way to find out," he said, and he jumped up on the table with her. Luckily, the table's legs held.
Stan dived between her legs at once. Grabbing hold of her big asscheeks, he thrust his prick into her gaping pussy hole and drove it deep. Something squished deep in her pussy as his prick slid in up to the hilt.
"Eeee!" she howled as her pussy hole was filled once again.
Not wanting to take any chances this time, Janice threw her legs around the boy's back and dug her heels into his spine. Then she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held him tight. Blissful waves of heat raced up to her brain as she tightened her pussy muscles around his cock shaft and pumped him hard.
"Ohhh!" he groaned, sinking his teeth into her earlobe. "What a pussy! You're killing me, baby!"
Stan's ass rose and fell between Janice's open thighs as his cock speared her pussy hole repeatedly. He drove her pussy lips far apart and stretched her pussy walls this way and that. As his cock slid in and out of her, it scraped against her little clit and added to her pleasure.
"Yeesss!" she howled, bucking her ass up off the table top. "Stretch my pussy! It's been so damned long! I need it!"
Stan slammed his prick into her brutally then began grinding his cock round and round her pussy-hole. Her pussy walls were stretched every which way and jolted with bolts of heat. His big cock churned her juices into frothy butter, which began to spread between their grinding bodies.
"Ohhh!" she howled as the boy's nuts slid and bounced over her cunt lips and inner thighs. "I love it! I love it!"
Janice moved her hips in rhythm with the boy's. Her big ass slid around on the table top in an obscene manner. She continued to pump her cunt muscles as she sought to bring herself off.
Stan's rotating prick delved into every crack and crevice of Janice's pussy hole. He jolted her with bliss and made her pussy wetter than it had been in a long time. Her loud moans and sharp squeals told him that she was on fire.
With his own cock throbbing and threatening to erupt, Stan began to pound her pussy once again, he raised his ass high in the air, then slammed it back down to spear her pussy savagely. Janice screamed then bucked her ass up as hard as she could to deliver her own punishment. Once again the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
"Ahhh!" moaned Stan, still humping. "My poor aching nuts! You're a real ball-buster, lady! It's obvious you don't get enough." He then plowed into her hardv waiting for his cock to blow its wad.
Janice, her tits throbbing beneath the youth's hairy chest, could feel the boy's cock swelling and throbbing deep inside her cunt. Her own juices were dripping steadily and she knew she would soon come.
As her ass bounced up and down off the hard wooden table, she tightened her arms and legs around the boy. Holding him tight, she pumped his prick hard, determined to make him come. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth, and sweat trickled down her body as her passion rose to the boiling point.
"Aaagh!" she moaned, shaking her head hard. "Give it to me! Let me feel your hot cum! Squirt me, son! Squirt me!"
"I will!" screamed Stan as he felt the hot suction of Janice's pumping pussy. "I'm going to blow my wad into your hot pussy! Oh, shit, baby!"
Stan slammed his prick into her over and over. He drove her into the table hard. He could hear her big ass slapping against the wood. Finally, with a loud groan, he popped his juices and flooded the woman's pussy-hole.
"Aaaaaagh! I'm coming!" His young muscles bulged as he strained against Janice's bouncing pussy, emptying his load.
"Eeeee!" squealed Janice when she felt the sudden onrush of hot cum. "Oh, my pussy! Oh! I'm coming!"
The youth's thick wads of cum triggered her own climax, and she began bucking and grunting on the table If dike a wild stallion. Her eyes shot back in her head. Her teeth chattered noisily. Spasms overtook her body. Then she flooded the boy's cock with her pussy juices.
"Aaagh!" she cried as her pussy twitched and throbbed. "I love it!" She writhed deliriously beneath him as hot cum spilled from her pussy hole and soaked both their groans.
Stan continued to pump his creamy jism into her pussy. His young nuts were loaded, and he gave her all he had. Then, with his prick beginning to shrink, he collapsed on top of her, completely exhausted.
"You're a real hot bitch!" he told her, squeezing her ass. "Real hot!" Then he rolled off her onto his back.
Janice sighed deeply when the limp cock slipped out of her. She reached down and ran her hands through the cum that now oozed out of her cunt hole. It felt warm and sticky, and she gasped as she rubbed it over her belly and titties. She was feeling good and wicked at the same time.
"That was fun," she said. "You fuck quite well for such a young boy." Then she sat up and leaned over the boy's wet groin.
The young bride immediately lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the limp prick. She sucked hard and drew out a mouthful of cum, which she swallowed hungrily. Then she began milking it dry, drawing out every last drop. When she was satisfied, she spit out the spit-soaked cock and went to work on the boy's groin.
"Ummmm!" said the delivery boy, sighing. "Your mouth is just like a vacuum cleaner." He stroked her long yellow hair while she licked his groin clean. Then he said: "You know, I could fuck you again right now. My cock is almost hard."
"I don't want you to be late getting back to the store," said Janice, lifting her head. "You might get fired."
"You don't have to worry about that. I'm off now. In fact, I was on my way home when I dropped off your groceries."
"Is that right?" said Janice, now fondling the boy's half-hard cock.
"It sure is. So why don't we get down again. I'd like to stick it in your ass this time." He made a move towards her.
"That sounds like fun," said Janice. "But let's go up to my bedroom and do it. This table is too damned hard." She then hopped to the floor and led the youth by the hand out of the kitchen. She loved the way his hard, muscular body rubbed up against her.
"By the way," he said. "While we were fucking, I could have sworn I saw someone's head outside your window."
"Probably just the neighbor's cat. He's always up there."
CHAPTER TWO
"Boy, it doesn't look like this heat wave is ever going to end," said Janice as she handed her friend Becky a cup of coffee then sat down at the table to join her. "It's only nine and the sun is already blazing hot."
"Yeah, it's going to be another bad one," said Becky, taking a sip before setting the cup down. "But you seem to be in a cheerful mood. Not at all the way you were two days ago. What's your secret? You been taking my suggestion?"
"Well," said Janice, blushing. "I wasn't going to say anything to anybody about it. But since we're best friends I can tell you."
"Tell me, honey. Who've you been fucking?"
"The delivery boy from the supermarket. He delivered my groceries two days ago and we hit it off right away. He really fucked the hell out of me. My asshole still hurts!"
"That's great," said Becky, laughing. "I told you it was crazy to sit around moping all day just because your husband was out of town. Hell, you only live once! And it would be a shame to let such a terrific body go to waste just because your husband is too busy to take care of it."
"I still feel a little nervous about what happened," said Janice. "I guess I'm afraid someone will find out."
"That feeling is normal. Don't worry about it. The more you do it, the sooner your nervousness disappears. Before long you'll have so many lovers you'll never be lonely again."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" asked Janice, feeling a little uncertain. "I still love Roger."
"Of course you do," said Becky. "But if he's getting it on the side, why can't you do the same? It only makes sense."
"I suppose you're right. I hate being alone for days at a time. And I can always stop when he comes home. I'll only do it when he's away."
"Now you're being sensible. Oh, well, it's time for me to get my ass to work again. See you tomorrow."
"Yes," said Janice. "See you tomorrow."
She watched her friend leave through the back door. Then she rose and started on the dishes. Everything Becky said seemed to make sense. She was lucky to have her for a friend, she thought.
By the time Janice finished the dishes and got the kitchen in order the sun was well up. Since she had nothing else to do, she decided she might as well take advantage of all that heat, and so she changed into a tiny black bikini and went out into the backyard to get a tan.
She stretched out in a chaise lounge with her arms folded behind her head and a pair of black sunglasses protecting her eyes. The sun felt good to her now, and as beads of sweat formed on her smooth skin, she closed her eyes and relaxed completely.
She wondered if Stan would show up tonight as he had promised. She hoped so. She could barely sleep last night just thinking of him. She began to recall the many men, both friends and strangers, who had tried to get in her pants since she had been married. She had turned down every one of them out of love for her husband. But now she wished she hadn't. She was sure Becky was right. She could love her husband and still have some fun.
Janice took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of the roses that grew along the walls that surrounded her yard. The walls were her husband's ideas. He wanted a place where he could sit and relax and not be bothered by nosy neighbors. However, Janice hated the bright-red bricks, so she lined the walls with rose bushes to make them more attractive. Only the wooden gate, from which ran a path leading to the front of the house, was visible.
Janice yawned sleepily then rolled over on her stomach. She reached behind her and undid the strap to her bikini top so that her back could tan evenly. Then she dug her bikini bottom out of her asscrack and relaxed once again. On hot sunny days like this she found it easy to sleep.
She had been resting for several minutes when a shout awakened her. She looked up to see the mailman standing in the gateway. She had forgotten to lock the gate after Becky went through it, and now her privacy was interrupted.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lane, but I have a package for you, and you have to sign for it. I rang the front doorbell, and when no one answered I figured you might be back here. I hope I didn't disturb you." He was a tall, dark-haired man, with a thick mustache. His powerful chest and broad shoulders stretched his short-sleeved shirt. His big hands were gripped tightly around a small brown package. He looked hard at Janice as she sat up in the lounge.
"You're not disturbing me," she told him as she turned to face him. She held the bikini top in place with one hand. "Come on in." She sat with her legs spread as the mailman approached.
"It's from your husband," said the mailman, handing her the package. "I guess he misses you."
Janice opened the package while the mailman fumbled around for a pen with which she could sign the receipt. In the package was a plastic case, and in the case was a shiny black smoking pipe.
Janice examined the pipe with a frown. Then she read the note which accompanied it. It said: "Dear honey, I found this pipe in a quaint little tobacco shop. It's very valuable so I do not want to carry it around with me. Please put it in a safe place. Oh, by the way, my trip has been extended for another two days. See you next week. Roger."
"Did he send you a nice gift?" asked the mailman, offering her a pen. His eyes raced up and down her body, dwelling on her titties, which were barely held in place by the loose bikini top.
"Not quite!" said Janice sharply as she took the pen and signed the receipt. Her white cheeks began to turn red. Imagine! she thought, sending her his pipe and telling her that he would be away another two days! He could have at least sent her some flowers! Or maybe called her on the phone! No! Just a stupid note! And he didn't even sign it, "Love, Roger"!
"Is there anything the matter?" asked the mailman when Janice pushed the signed receipt and the pen back into his hand.
"No, nothing," she said. Then, with a sly grin, she let the bikini top fall into her lap, thus revealing her big creamy tits to the surprised mailman. "Oh, I'm sorry. It slipped," she lied. Then she put it back in place, to the mailman's disappointment, and asked: "Could you help me, please? I can't seem to fasten it." She turned her back to the mailman so he could fasten the straps.
The mailman was too clumsy and too excited to fasten the tiny clasp. As his hairy hands brushed against Janice's soft back, the woman shivered.
And each time she shivered he became even more excited. Soon he lost his grip on the thin straps, and the halter fell into her lap once again.
"I-I'm sorry," he said, his breathing becoming heavy. "I-I guess my hands are too big for doing that."
"What are your hands good for?" 'asked Janice, turning to face the mailman, her halter still in her lap. "Let me see them."
The mailman held his hands out for her to examine. As he did so, he stared stupidly at her jutting titties. Her creamy white skin and her pink nipples seemed to hypnotize him. He couldn't even find the words to tell her what he thought of them.
"Oh, yes," said Janice, sitting facing the mailman, her legs spread wide. "Your hands are so strong, so huge. I bet you could really make a woman feel good if you used them right."
"How do you mean?" he finally managed to say.
"Sit down beside me and I'll show you," she said.
Janice lay back on the chaise lounge and the mailman sat down beside her. She tossed her bikini top to the ground. Then she guided his big hands to her huge titties. Placing one hand on each tit, she showed him how to make her happy.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned as he began to knead her hot mounds.
"You've got nice tits. But are you sure it's safe to do this out in the open? What if someone sees us?"
"Don't worry, they can't see through a brick wall. Just keep rubbing ray tits. I'm horny as shit!"
The mailman shifted around so he'd be more comfortable. Then he began digging his fingers into Janice's hot flesh. He groped and squeezed and pinched, while Janice writhed and sighed beneath him.
His thick hands flattened her tittie meat then shaped it back to normal. He squeezed her tits so hard in his fists that the white meat oozed between his fingers. Janice groaned and whimpered as her tits swelled and turned red.
"Ahhh!" she cried, digging her ass into the soft chaise. "You do that great. What else can you do, you big stud?"
The mailman lowered his head and began to lick one ripe tit. He held the tit firmly as he ran his tongue up and down its hot surface. Janice gasped as her blood began to boil.
The big man continued to lick the quivering tit. He explored its creamy texture and made it glisten with his spit. He even caused it to jiggle as his tongue became rough. Janice's big titties were soon throbbing.
"Ungh!" she moaned, placing her hands over the man's. "Rub me hard! Bite me! I need it!"
The big mailman moved to the other tit and began sucking on the throbbing mound of hot flesh. He wrapped his lips over the nipple at first and sucked long and hard. He acted as if he expected to receive a mouthful of milk for his efforts. When no milk came after a good while, he began sucking on the hot meat.
His puckered lips traveled all over the mound, nipping and tugging at the woman's flesh. Then he used his teeth and spread little bites over her tits. He covered the mounds with red bruises, while Janice squealed and groaned.
While he chewed on a small lump of her tittie meat, a thin trickle of spit escaped his mouth and ran down the sloping tit. He quickly flicked his tongue and lapped it up; then he resumed his chewing. Janice just winced and writhed as the heat raced through her body.
"Ummm!" she moaned, wriggling her ass. "Why don't you move those big hands lower? My pussy is on fire!"
Looking at the mailman through dreamy eyes, Janice took his hands and guided them down to her wide-spread pussy. It didn't matter to her that she still wore her bikini bottom, she could feel his heat right through the flimsy fabric. She pressed his hands into her warm crotch and spread her legs wider.
"Ohhh!" she groaned, lifting her ass.
"Ahhh!" moaned he. "Your pussy is so damned hot. I want to see it. Then I'll rub it real good for you."
After pinching her lightly through her bikini and making her gasp, the mailman stripped the garment from her body and tossed it to the ground. Then he stared down into her yellow-haired pussy as she spread her legs as wide as she could.
"It's all yours," she said, smiling up at him in a very sexy manner. "My husband doesn't want it, so you may as well take it."
The mailman placed one big hand on the woman's inner thigh and held it open. Then he placed his other hand on her big pussy lips and massaged them. Janice squealed as the man's hand pinched and kneaded her tender pussy lips.
"Eeeee!" She threw her head back and rolled her eyes as the rough hand jolted her pussy with lightning bolts.
"Agh!" moaned the mailman as he continued to knead and fondle the hot pussy. "It's so nice! I never thought I'd ever be doing this to you, Mrs. Lane."
"Call me Janice. I think we're on a first name basis now. By the way, what's yours?"
"Richard. Richard Long."
"Well, Richard, let me feel your hand and your fingers some more. My pussy is itching me to death."
Richard ran his hand up and down the woman's soft pussy lips. He fondled each lip separately, squeezing it between his fingers. He could feel the blood rushing through her veins, and he could see the juices clinging to the pink meat in her pussy. He became hungry and horny at the same time.
"Aaaaagh!" she moaned as the man's fingers delved into her wet gash. "Yes, you stud, finger-fuck me!"
The mailman first ran one thick finger up and down the length of her pussy crack. He caressed her tender nerves and stroked her thin cunt hairs. Janice shivered and sighed as hot bliss raced up into her cunt.
Richard, seeing her shivering, continued to stroke her sensitive pussy meat. He shoved one finger up into her cunt hole and wiggled it around. Janice squealed and lifted her ass, and the lounge chair squeaked.
The mailman moved his thick finger in and out of Janice's big pussy. He jolted her sensitive membranes mercilessly. He stretched her pussy every which way. He rubbed against her little clit and caused the woman to jump suddenly. Janice knew all along that those thick hands were good for something.
"Uungh!" she groaned, moving her pussy in circles. "Fuck me with that finger, you stud. Let me feel it deep."
The mailman worked his finger back and forth, in and out. He delved into the deepest regions of the woman's cunt hole. He made her juices squish and her membranes throb.
He was so turned on by her glistening pussy meat that he began plunging his fat finger into her from all directions. He listened to her juices squishing as he jolted the hell out of her.
As his thick finger tunneled into her pussy, his knuckles slid along her pussy lips, pushing them far back out of the way. He could see droplets of pussy juice clinging to her quivering cuntal membranes. He moved his finger faster and faster, pummeling her soft cunt.
"Shiiyyiit!" moaned Janice, wriggling her ass this way and that. "You're to-torturing me. Oh, my clit!"
Richard, enjoying her soft, yummy cunt, shoved another finger into the deep cunt hole. Her pussy was stretched severely now, and she could barely stand it. She shook her head hard as both fingers plunged up and down her pussy hole.
"Aaagh!" she howled. "You're killing me! I feel my juices beginning to drip." She lifted her ass and allowed his fingers to slip a little deeper.
The mailman worked his fingers back and forth furiously. Pussy juice squished loudly. The froth formed on his fingers, making them very wet. He pounded away, happy to be playing with such a beautiful pussy.
"Eeeeee!" squealed Janice, her head spinning. "I'm on fire! Your fingers are too much! Ohhhh!"
Richard could see that she was almost delirious. Wanting to make her come, he began moving his fingers in circles, grinding them into her cunt. He stretched her cunt hole completely out of shape.
"Oooooh!" moaned Janice as she began moving her pussy in circles in rhythm to the man's fingers. "I'm hot! Heeeelp!"
Richard did his best to make her even hotter. He shoved a third finger into her pussy hole and began twisting them all around. Her sharp cries told him that he was really burning her pussy. He had a feeling that she was going to come any moment.
Janice squirmed around in the chaise lounge as the three fingers set fire to her pussy and brought her juices to the boiling point. Shortly, spasms began to rock her body. Jolts of bliss soared through her pussy and raced up to her brain. This mailman was making her come, and he was doing it with his fingers!
Feeling especially wicked, Janice threw her legs high in the air then began to rub her own titties.
She could feel delightful sensations racing through her body. She gurgled loudly as she dug her nails into her soft tits.
"Ohhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "Jab those fat fingers into me, you son-of-a-bitch! Make me come!"
Richard did as she demanded, thrusting his fingers in and out of her cunt hole with blinding speed. Her juices popped so loudly that it frightened him at first. But then he saw that she was loving every bit of it. He thrust hard as her legs flailed to and fro.
"Aagh!" she cried, twisting and turning. "That's it, you big mother-fucker! Yes! Yes! I'm coming!"
Janice trembled from head to foot as her orgasmic spasms gripped her body. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth as her head shook from side to side. Then her pussy juices erupted and flooded the mailman's fingers.
"Eeee!" she moaned as her climax rolled through her body. "Aaagh!" She licked her lips as her lust was satisfied.
Richard slid his fingers round and round her sopping pussy hole, still playing with her pussy like a little boy with a new toy. Her juices soon coated most of his hand, but he didn't seem to mind. He just kept splashing around her cunt hole, watching her pussy twitch.
When she finally collapsed on the chaise lounge, the mailman pulled out his dripping fingers and stared at them for a while. Then, with a smile, he reached up and shoved them into Janice's mouth.
The young bride protested at first, but then she changed her mind and licked the man's fingers clean.
The taste of her own pussy juice was new to her, but she quickly decided that she liked it. She squeezed his fingers between her lips and swallowed all the juices. When she finished, she released the man's fingers and licked her lips joyfully.
"Damn, baby!" said the mailman. "You made my cock awfully hard. Are you going to let me dip it in your cunt?"
"Sure! But first let me get it nice and wet. It'll slide in easier that way."
Janice didn't really care whether it slid into her pussy easy or not-she just wanted an excuse to suck the man's cock. Quickly she hopped to the ground and knelt on the grass between the man's legs. She yanked his pants and his shorts down to his ankles while he sat there, watching her impatiently.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, pushing his shirt out of the way. "Your prick is really huge. It's going to take me a while to get it wet enough. Just sit back and relax."
The mailman found it hard to relax with Janice's tongue flickering over his piss-slit. The snake-like tongue danced over his sensitive nerves and made his cock harden even more. He sat on the edge of the lounge with one hand stroking her long hair.
"Eeee!" he moaned as she continued to sample his prick head. "Your tongue is nice and hot. It feels good."
Janice flickered her tongue all over the giant bulb, toying with the tender nerves. She delved into his piss-hole again and again. Then she circled his wide rim. She made his cock red and caused it to swell.
After plucking a drop of cum from the piss-slit and swallowing it, Janice began to explore the entire cock shaft. Starting at the hairy root, she ran her tongue up the entire length of the huge cock. She tasted every bump, every bulging vein, and every protruding muscle. She made the prick very wet and very hot.
"Aghhh!" he groaned, stroking her cheek. "Lick me, bitch!"
Janice licked the entire shaft, moving her tongue round and round. Up and down she licked, from the fat nuts to the fat bulb. She made the prick sway to and fro until it resembled a wind-blown flagpole. All Richard could do was gasp and groan.
Janice licked the cock until her spit dripped down its sides. Then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the whole thing. She didn't waste any time at it. She just ran her lips all the way down the shaft until her nose banged into his big balls. Then she held it tight and gummed it.
"Ohhh!" he howled when he saw his cock disappear inside her mouth. "Don't swallow it, bitch! Just suck on it!"
Janice did s the man asked. She ran her clinging lips up and down the fat shaft with slow, steady strokes. Jolts of heat racked the man's groin as well as Janice's mouth.
The speed of her lips increased slightly as she tasted the meaty prick. Spit began to spray over the man's thighs, and wet, sucking noises began to fill the air. She was growing fonder and fonder of the mailman's greasy cock.
The prick stretched her cheeks wide each time she inhaled it. Its bulb speared the back of her throat. She gasped and gagged but she never stopped sucking.
"Ohhhh!" groaned the mailman, brushing Janice's long blonde hair out of the way of her mouth. "Go to it, baby! Do your thing!"
Janice moved her lips back and forth with a fury now. She held on to his nuts for support. Spit and cum ran down her chin. It also ran down into the man's cock hair, forming a puddle. She sucked him hard and made him howl with glee.
After burying her nose into the man's cock hair again and again and feeling his rubbery prick deep in her throat, Janice let the cock slip through her lips until only the bulb remained. She then clamped down on the wide rim and held it tight between her lips. It throbbed steadily and burned her stretched lips.
Enjoying the intense heat, Janice used her tongue to tantalize the sensitive nerves while she held the bulb steady. Her tongue slid up and down the sloping meat, filling it with fire. She delved into the piss-hole once more in search of cum, which she found and swallowed. She licked the bulb's underside, torturing the man further. She could tell by his loud shouts that she was making him burn.
Then she moved her lips further down the sloping bulb, puckering them over the piss-hole. While Richard gasped and jerked, she sucked hard on the narrow slit and drew out a few drops of hot cum. She swallowed them hungrily then sucked out some more.
"Ahhhh!" groaned the mailman, seizing her face between his hands. "What are you doing to me? No one's ever sucked my prick like that before! Aaagh!"
Janice smiled inwardly as she continued to suck on the man's piss-hole. Loud smacking sounds escaped her lips, and more spit ran down her chin. As her lust consumed her, she began to shake her head back and forth like a dog playing with a bone.
"Ahhh!" he howled, holding her hair tight. "Eeeooow!"
Janice then began to lick the entire bulb once again. She slobbered over the sloping, shiny surface hungrily. She circled the tender, nerve-packed rim. She wreaked havoc on the raw underside. Everything she did added to the fire in his loins.
Then, as if still very hungry, Janice opened her mouth wide and deep-throated the big fat cock. It stretched her cheeks wide and filled her mouth with blissful heat. But the happy sensations didn't last long. Richard grabbed her hair in his fist and tried to yank her head away.
Janice clung to the cock as best she could. Her lips made desperate sucking noises as she fought to cling to the cock. She even used her sharp teeth, grinding them into the hard meat, in order to keep from losing her grip. But in the end the man's brute strength overcame her desire to suck, and she was finally pulled away from the big cock.
"Dammit, woman!" he said, holding her hair tight in his fist. "You're sucking my cock raw! I don't want to come in your mouth, I want to come in your pussy! But first I want you to lick my asshole for a while. Your tongue feels so damned nice."
The mailman then turned around and lay across the chaise, belly down. Janice, her head still spinning, stroked his big hairy ass with her thin hands. She ran her hands all over the big asscheeks as she prepared to lick his asshole.
Still on her knees and with her titties hanging down, she bent over the man's ass and used her hands to spread apart his cheeks. His thick hair amazed her, but she nevertheless lowered her head and reached out with her tongue.
"Go on, baby. Lick my asscrack and then my asshole. Let me feel your tongue on me."
Janice snaked her tongue through the man's thick hair, exploring his deep crack. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his asscrack. She tasted the salty dampness, and she smelled the musty aroma. Wrinkling her nose, she continued to lick, making his flesh wet with her spit.
As his thick ass hairs scratched her nose, Janice snaked her tongue up and down and from side to side. She was growing fond of the strange taste. She didn't even mind the intense heat that escaped his asshole and blasted her face.
When she felt his tender asscrack was wet and hot enough, she turned her attention to his little brown puckered asshole. She flickered her tongue over it at first, sampling its texture. She wasn't particularly pleased, but she kept it anyway, getting the ass good and wet. The mailman writhed beneath her.
"Ummmm!" he moaned. "Stick your tongue in deep!"
Janice obeyed, plunging her tongue through the tightly closed sphincter. His heat was unbelievable, but she soon grew accustomed to it and began reaming the tight hole.
Her long tongue slithered round and round the man's greasy asshole, stretching it this way and that. She could hear his shit juices squishing, but she tried not to think about it. She just kept licking, filling the hole with her spit and spreading blissful sensations throughout the mailman's groin.
Too bad Roger couldn't see her now, she thought. It would teach him a lesson. He had no right to leave her alone so often-especially since they had only been married eight weeks! Hell! She was still a bride!
While her tongue was still deep in his asshole, the mailman abruptly rolled over. Her tongue popped out noisily, and she, surprised, lifted her head to find out the reason for the man's sudden behavior.
"My cock is killing me," he said, sitting up. "I've just got to shove it into your ripe pussy."
"Sure, lover," she said. "Anything you want." Janice was about to rise and join the man on the chaise lounge, but he surprised her once more by lunging at her and forcing her backwards to the ground. With the rich green grass caressing her back and ass and with the muscular mailman squirming into position between her wide-spread thighs, Janice gritted her teeth and braced herself for a good fuck.
"I'm hot for you, stud," she told him as she threw her arms around his broud shoulders and circled her legs around his back. "Let me feel that huge cock of yours. Fuck me, stud! Fuck me!"
The mailman, grunting and breathing heavily, reached under her and sank his fingers into her big asscheeks. Lifting them clear of the grass, he then proceeded to shove his prick into her big, gaping pussy hole.
Her membranes, still swollen and red from when he finger-fucked her, yielded quickly to his intruding cock and then closed around it. He thrust his cock hard several times, until it was buried nuts deep. He winced as her oven-like pussy began to cook his prick. v
"Ahhh!" groaned Janice as the hot prick throbbed against her tightly clinging pussy membranes. "You've got a big one, haven't you? I hope you know how to use it."
Richard, with his shirt pushed up to his armpits and his trousers pushed down to his ankles, began to work his cock in and out of her fuck hole. He held her ass tight as he stretched her cunt walls severely. Janice could only grunt and writhe as the heat waves shot up into her loins.
The big mailman moved his prick up and down with slow, steady strokes. He agitated her clit, making the little fuck knob throb and swell. Janice shrieked and jerked, all the time digging her heels into his back.
"Ungh!" he grunted, moving his ass up and down between her open thighs. "I've been dreaming of this for a long time. Ever since I delivered you a package one day and saw you in a shortie nightgown. Now, at last!"
Janice smiled as the big man plunged his cock deep into her hot pussy and began to move it in circles, grinding against her slick pussy walls. He filled her pussy completely, and the resulting heat made her tremble and gasp. She was really getting the shit fucked out of her. If her husband could see her now!
"Iiieeee!" she cried as the man's big chest flattened her titties. "Your cock is really stretching the hell out of me."
Richard replied by sinking his nails deeper into her asscheeks and driving his cock deeper into her pussy hole. He then began thrusting his hips in different directions so that her entire pussy was stretched out of shape. Janice just rolled her eyes and clawed his back in delirium.
Faster and faster his cock slammed into her pussy. The fat bulb was like a battering ram. It jolted her with bliss as it destroyed her pulsating membranes. Even his fat balls were murder to her as they slammed into her cunt lips again and again.
"Eeoow!" she cried, shaking her head and digging her back into the damp grass. "I'm on fire!"
"Me too, baby!" he said, humping her furiously. "My prick is so hot I'm about to explode. Ohhhhh!"
Janice began to jerk her thighs up and down as the fire in her pussy soared up into her brain. The bliss was almost unbearable. She drooled delightfully as squishing noises filled the sweet-smelling air.
"Uungh!" he grunted as sweat dripped down his body, soaking his shirt and making his chest hairs glisten. "Shiiyyiit!"
Suddenly Janice began to shake all over. The pounding cock slammed into her pussy so hard her juices exploded unexpectedly. She cried out and bucked hard as her second orgasm of the day swept through her.
"Ahhh!" she groaned as her juices flooded the mailman's big cock. "You made me come, mother-fucker! Oh, yeesss!"
Janice pumped her cunt muscles again and again as her juices poured out. Mind-blowing bliss raced through her body. Her pussy twitched uncontrollably and her titties throbbed from the friction of the man's chest hair rubbing against them. She was totally consumed by ecstasy.
Richard waited until her climactic spasms had died down. Then he yanked his hard prick out of her sopping cunt hole. He wanted to come, but not in her cunt.
"Roll over, baby," he said, assisting her. "I want to fuck that gorgeous ass of yours."
Janice was disappointed when she felt his cock slip out of her. She loved the way it stretched her membranes and radiated its heat up into her loins. But the thought of having it deep in her ass fascinated her. Giggling like a happy child, she rolled over in the grass and jutted her big ass up into the air.
"Do it, lover! Ram that big prick of yours into my ass!"
With her titties digging into the wet grass, Janice looked back over her shoulder as the mailman stretched out on top of her. She gasped as she mashed into the soft ground. Then she groaned when she felt his hot cock sliding into her asscrack. She could not wait for it to pierce her ass.
The hot sun and the open air felt good to Janice as she lay on her belly on the grass. She was now happy that her husband had constructed the high brick walls. With them surrounding her yard she had no fear of being observed.
The blonde bride made herself as comfortable as she could, considering the heavy weight bearing down on her. Then she prepared herself for the hot cock that was now inching its way towards her asshole. She gasped once, then tried to relax.
"Shit, baby!" he said, breathing down her neck. "I can feel your heat already. I'm going to split that ass wide open!"
"Eeeeee!" she squealed as the hot, rubbery bulb pressed into her asshole. "Ooooooh!"
Richard the mailman gripped her shapely hips as he pushed his prick into her hot asshole. Her tight sphincter opened reluctantly, and his big cock bulb slid in very slowly. Janice squealed again, then pushed her ass up towards him, urging him on.
"Ahhh! What an ass!" he said. Then he thrust his hips hard and broke free of the constricting asshole muscles.
Once his big prick bulb was through the barrier, his cock slid in deep. Janice howled when she felt her asshole stretch suddenly, but then she settled down and tried to enjoy it. She heard the mailman grunt deeply and she heard her asshole pop.
"Ohhh!" she cried, wriggling her ass deliciously.
Richard kept pushing until his nuts touched against her asscheeks. When he felt the soft mounds of flesh, he grew excited and began to pound her mercilessly. Janice cried out at the sudden pain in her ass, but the man kept humping.
His hard thrusts drove her titties and her pussy down into the grass. They also drove his cock up and down her ass chute. She clutched clumps of grass in both hands as she did her best to bear the pain.
The mailman's prick continued to stretch Janice's tight asshole. The thick muscular shaft scraped against her asshole walls continuously. The friction jolted her with bliss and made her drool deliriously. She was quickly forgetting about the pain.
"It's tearing me apart-but I love it!" she cried.
Richard slammed his prick into her ass tunnel as deep as he could. His balls bounced off her cheeks and his belly bounced against her smooth back. She groaned deeply, but continued to push her big ass up into his prick.
"I'm on fire, baby!" he cried, his ass rising and falling with increasing speed and power. "And I'm going to burn your big ass up!" His hot breath made her shiver as he rested his head on the back of her neck.
Janice didn't doubt for a second that the mailman's cock was fire. She could feel the intense
SO heat and the tremendous pressure. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the flames shot up into her belly.
"I can't take much more," shouted Richard as he drove his prick deep again and again. "Ahhh! I'm-I'm coming!"
Richard's nuts finally gave out, and he flooded Janice's ass tunnel with his hot cum. The jism blasted her tender, buttery membranes and filled her ass with fire. She howled at the sudden onrush of cum then gurgled happily. She was grateful for every drop.
"Ahhhh!" he moaned, pumping the last few drops into her.
Janice used her asshole muscles to milk the dripping prick dry. Then she wriggled her ass free and crawled out from under him. Her ass felt mushy, and cream dripped down her thigh, but she was happy and well satisfied.
"Ohhhh!" moaned the mailman as he struggled to his feet. "That was a really good fuck. You're everything I always thought you were. No, you're more!"
Janice smiled at the man as she looked around for her bikini. They both struggled into their clothes hurriedly. It was as if she realized for the first time that she was naked and out of doors, and the thought frightened her.
"What was that?" asked the mailman as he fastened the last button of his shirt. "Over there."
"What was what?" asked Janice, fastening the strap to her bikini top. "Where?"
"I thought I saw someone peering through that gate. In fact, I'm sure I did. Hell, I should have locked it."
Janice, only slightly worried, walked over to the gate, opened it, and looked up and down the street. She saw no one, nor did she hear anything. She shrugged her shoulders and returned to the mailman.
"You must've been seeing things," she said. "There's no one out there. Besides, who would want to peek in here? I don't know of any perverts in the neighborhood." She then laughed.
"I guess you're right," he said. "My eyes must be playing tricks on me." Then he said: "Well, thanks for everything, but I've got to be going now. Maybe we can do it again another day."
"Are you sure you don't want to do it again right now? My pussy is really starved for a cock." She watched him walk away.
"Sorry," said the mailman. "But you know us mailmen, nothing can keep us from our appointed rounds-not even a hot pussy!"
CHAPTER THREE
"No kidding! The mailman! Boy, you really are loosening up, aren't you? And to think a few days ago you were moping around here like a sad sack just because your husband wasn't home to fuck you. Well, I'm glad to see you've Finally come to your senses." Becky was sitting at Janice's kitchen table, having her usual morning cup of coffee. She wore a blue skirt and white blouse, and her short brown hair was neatly trimmed.
"Roger will be home in three days," said Janice, adjusting her robe so that her tits wouldn't spill out. "Then I'll stop this naughty behavior. But until then . . . " She then smiled.
"You naughty girl!" said Becky, laughing. Then she said: "Hey, if you really want to have some hot fun, why don't you come out with me tonight? I always go to the bowling alley on Friday nights and pick up a big stud. Together we can pick up two and have a good time."
"What about your husband?" asked Janice.
"Hell, that worm! I just tell him that I have to work late. He never questions anything I say. Well, how about it?"
"Sure, why not? Stan is out of town for the weekend. And I won't see the mailman for a few days, he's on vacation. And his replacement is too fat and ugly to fuck. A good hard stud-fuck should satisfy me until Roger gets home on Monday."
"Perfect," said Becky. "Just meet me in front of my office at five o'clock, and we'll go to the bowling alley together."
"Sounds good to me. I can hardly wait."
"Me either," said Becky, smiling into her coffee cup.
* * *
Janice, wearing a pair of tight jeans, a blue cotton blouse, and a pair of high-heels, met Becky as planned. And the two of them rode in Becky's car to the neighborhood bowling alley. Becky's hair was still neatly trimmed close to her head, but Janice's was flowing down her back, shining like gold from her afternoon shampoo. Both women bubbled with anticipation.
The place was just starting to fill. The women paid for a lane and began bowling. They bowled one complete game and started on another before anyone said anything to either of them. When someone finally did intrude on their privacy and begin a conversation, Janice got so nervous she nearly dropped the bowling ball on her foot.
"I'm sorry to bother you," said a tall, heavy-set man. "But my friend and I were wondering if you two would like to bowl with us. We thought it would be more fun than bowling alone." He had on a black shirt, a pair of tight black trousers, and a brown sports jacket to go with his shiny black shoes. He had a firm jaw, deep-set blue eyes, and wavy brown hair.
"Sure, we'd love to," said Becky, smiling as she looked the man up and down. "Tell your friend to come on over."
The heavy-set man motioned to his friend, who then joined him. This man was of medium height and build. He had curly black hair and a round face. He was wearing a plaid sports jacket over a blue shirt and blue trousers. He seemed especially interested in Becky.
"I'm Tom," said the heavy-set man. "And this is Mark."
"Glad to meet you," said Becky. Then she introduced Janice and herself to the men. They talked steadily, mostly about each other, as they bowled the rest of the game. When that game was over, they were no longer interested in bowling.
"Why don't we all go back to my trailer and ss have a drink?" said Tom, placing his arm around Janice. "That okay with you girls?"
They both said that it was, and so they went with the men, Becky leaving her car in the lot to be picked up later. The men's trailer park was only a few blocks away as it turned out, and they pulled up in front of a long gray trailer, located in the back. They all went in, Becky with her arm around Mark, Janice with her hands at her sides.
The inside was well furnished, Janice thought. A long red sofa stood against the back wall. At its sides were small wooden tables, each holding a lamp. Two other red chairs rested against the front wall, facing the sofa. A coffee table stood in the middle of the floor.
The floor itself was covered with a black fuck carpet that reached from wall to wall. Janice walked across its thick surface and found a seat on the sofa. She felt right at home.
"Yes," said Tom. "Everyone have a seat while I make some drinks." He went over to a small bar in the corner of the room.
They drank and talked and drank for some time. After each drink Tom got friendlier with Janice. His hand moved from her shoulder to her tits then to her thighs. She pretended not to notice, letting him have his way.
After a while the conversation ended when Becky and Mark rose from their seats and retired into a back bedroom. Janice watched them go. She was hoping that Tom would lead her into a bedroom, for his gentle caresses had made her awfully horny. Besides, she told herself, this would probably be her last fling before her husband came home, and she wanted to make the most of it. After that she would be good.
"Well, now, pretty lady," he said to her, snuggling up close. "They've left us all alone. What do you suppose we should do to occupy our time?" He unfastened the top buttons of her blouse.
"Whatever you like," said Janice. "I'm game for anything. And besides, this is your home, you're the boss."
"That's what I like-a lady who knows her own mind."
Tom then unfastened her blouse all the way and removed it from her body. After tossing it aside, he reached behind her and undid her bra clasp. His hands shook a little as he removed her bra. Then a gasp escaped his lips.
"What beautiful tits," he said in a low voice. "So huge and so creamy." He reached up and pinched one nip.
"Ummmm," moaned Janice, looking down at the man's two fingers. "That.feels good. Please, undress me all the way."
Tom reluctantly removed his fingers, then unfastened the woman's jeans and pulled them down her long legs. He had to rise from his seat and stand in front of her to get them off, but she cooperated by kicking off her shoes and lifting her legs up in the air. When the jeans slid free of her ankles, she leaned back on the sofa, spread her legs wide, and gave him a big smile.
"Damn, baby!" he said, letting her jeans fall to the floor. "You sure are sweet down there. Let me see what you taste like."
Still fully clothed himself, Tom fell to his knees between Janice's wide-spread legs and leaned forward into her pussy. Though she still wore her panties, he didn't let that stop him. He simply stuck out his long red tongue and began licking her hot pussy right through the thin fabric.
"Eeeee!" squealed Janice, spreading her thighs wider. "It's burning me right through my panties. Oh, shit!"
Tom snaked his tongue up and down Janice's quivering pussy. Her soft panties didn't stop him from smelling her sweet scent or from tasting her sweet cunt juices. He licked eagerly, his hard strokes making her panties very damp.
"Mmmmm!" Janice drew her legs back to her shoulders and held them back by wrapping her hands around her big thighs. The man's tongue was making her feel damned good. She could feel the heat racing up and down the length of her pussy lips. It was as if there were nothing between his tongue and her cunt.
Tom caressed her inner thighs with his hands as he licked her panty-clad pussy. The crotch of her panties was now soaked with his spit and her dripping juices. He could see a few golden cunt hairs protruding from the leg bands. The sight made him want to see all of her pussy.
Tom leaned back for a second, grabbed the tiny waistband, and yanked the woman's panties from her body. Janice sighed deeply when she felt the open air on her quivering pussy. Then she once again drew her legs back and held them back.
Tom didn't attack her exposed pussy right away. Instead, he stood up and began removing his own clothes. As his garments formed a heap on the floor, his eyes remained fixed on her outstretched pink cunt gash.
When he was naked, Janice sighed again and gave him a very sexy smile. She feasted on his big hairy chest, his flat stomach, and his very hairy groin. He was a real man, and his long, fat cock was further proof. She couldn't wait for him to fuck her.
Tom first fell to his knees between her legs and leaned forward to finish what he had started. As his knees dug into the thick carpet, he stuck out his tongue and tasted the young pussy. The thick blonde hairs swallowed up his tongue, and she jerked uncontrollably.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, trembling. "It feels even better now. Lick me, man, lick me!"
Tom snaked his tongue through the thick blonde cunt hairs, tasting her tender cunt meat. He gathered up many drops of cunt juice that were clinging to her fine hairs, and he swallowed them all. But his main desire was to get his tongue inside her pussy.
Holding her soft inner thighs to make sure they didn't clamp shut on his face, Tom began working his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy crack. The louder she squealed, the deeper he reached, until soon his lips and his chin were buried in her cunt hair. He grunted and snorted, then began licking.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, wriggling her ass.
"That's what I like! Do it, baby! Let me feel that tongue!"
Tom worked his tongue round and round her pussy hole, gathering her sweet juices. He swallowed as much as he could, finding it delicious. Soon his lips and nose were glistening.
Janice, looking down and seeing his wet face, shivered and gasped. He was really stretching her pussy walls well. She held on to her thighs tight as the friction of his tongue made her burn.
"Ummm!" she moaned, shaking her head and digging her ass into the sofa's soft cushion. "Lick me! Ohhh!"
Tom reamed her pussy for a while longer. Then he began thrusting his tongue in and out of her hot cunt hole. His tongue's up and down movements jolted the shit out of Janice and made her howl and buck deliriously.
Tom loved every minute of it. He twisted his head this way and that in an effort to get his tongue deeper and deeper. He stretched the far reaches of her pussy and filled her pussy with waves of blissful heat. He knew he was making her burn.
With blasts of heat hitting his face, the man tongue-fucked her half to death. He jabbed his tongue into the right side of her pussy as hard as he could. Then he turned his head and jabbed his tongue into the left side of her pussy. He stretched her tender membranes out of shape and made her blood boil.
"Ahhh!" she cried, her ass bouncing up and down on the soft cushion. "You're making me burn!"
Tom buried his face into the woman's pussy as he tried to stick his tongue all the way to the end. Breathing was difficult, but he somehow managed, snorting every once in a while to free his nostrils of pussy hairs.
His tongue delved deep, caressing and tantalizing the slippery cunt chute. He felt her membranes quivering at his touch. Then more pussy juices ran down his tongue and filled his mouth.
Janice groaned and gasped as the hot tongue slithered in and out of her pussy. She tightened her cunt muscles around the wet tongue and began pumping her pussy. The friction-caused bliss that then shot through her body made her scream and jerk wildly.
Tom, finding his tongue engulfed in hot pussy, grunted and slurped simultaneously. Wet sucking noises filled the trailer's living room. He tightened his grip on her inner thighs as her legs tried to fold up on him.
"Eeeee!" squealed Janice, now sliding down the sofa. "You've got one hell of a tongue, you son-of-a-bitch! Now let me feel your cock up there! C'mon, man, I want some prick!"
Tom, his tongue lapping at the writhing, gasping woman beneath him, decided that he too wanted to get his cock wet. Almost reluctantly, he lifted his head and fell backwards on the carpet, pulling Janice with him. The young blonde bride fell with her legs spread wide, and nearly landed on top of his hard cock. It took her only a second or two to get herself into position.
"Yeah, baby. That's right. Sit on my cock! I guarantee it's the hottest seat in town."
Smiling, Janice got her feet under her and squatted down on the huge, erect cock. She looked right into the man's eyes as she reached under her, grabbed hold of his prick, and worked it into her cunt hole.
"Ohhh!" groaned Tom as he reached up and seized her shapely hips. "You burned my tongue, now you're going to burn my cock."
Janice only smiled as she kept pushing down on the big prick. She had to hold it tight with one hand, for it kept bending, but she finally managed to get her pussy down over it completely. With her pussy lips widely stretched and resting snugly against his hot nuts, she sighed deeply and began to bounce.
"Aagh!" groaned Tom again, holding onto her hips.
"Ungh!" moaned Janice, her head thrown back joyfully. "It's so fucking biiig! Shiiit!"
With Tom's big hands guiding her, Janice bounced up and down on the hot dick. She moved slow and steady at first, finding delight in the way the man's cock scraped against her throbbing clit. She closed her eyes and held back her head as waves of hot bliss raced through her loins.
Now on the balls of her feet, Janice raised herself until the man's cock bulb touched her clit. Then she lowered herself once again until she felt his hairy balls caressing her cunt lips. By then the fat bulb was deep in her pussy hole, stretching her membranes magnificently. She kept it up, rising and falling, as the heat increased.
"Ohhh!" moaned Tom as he looked down his body at the gorgeous hunk of woman squatting on his cock. He could see his fat prick sliding in and out of her pussy hole. It seemed strange to him, the way her yellow-haired pussy lips opened and swallowed up his cock, only to spit the big prick back out a moment later. He groaned and sweated as he watched the bride ride his cock.
Janice bounced faster as her passion rose. The cock was really stretching her pussy walls wide. As spit dripped from the corner of her mouth, she reached up and began rubbing her own tits.
Her tiny hands moved the burning mounds of flesh in circles. She dug her nails in deep and flattened the tits at the same time. The resulting pain/pleasure filled her with even more lust, and her ass started bouncing faster and harder.
"Unngh!" she moaned, her long hair dancing behind her. "It feels so damned good! I can't believe it!"
"Just keep bouncing, baby! My cock is on fire!"
Janice began plopping up and down noisily. Her cunt lips dripping with spit and cum, smacked into his nuts and her ass jiggled enticingly. She was really enjoying herself.
As her pussy slid up and down the strange man's cock, jolts of bliss rocked her brains. This unsteadied her, and she had to release her tits and hold onto the man's waist to keep from falling off.
Tom, who was himself burning with hot lust, stared at her now-bouncing titties for only a second or two before deciding to grab them himself. He reached up and sank his thick fingers into the heavy mounds, gripping them tight. Then he began thrusting his hips forward.
"Agh!" moaned Janice as the man's prick speared her pussy hole. "Ungh!" His upward thrusts caught her unawares, and almost knocked her off him.
Janice now found herself being speared again and again. As she plopped downward, he bucked upward. His prick caught her in mid-air and drove apart her cunt lips. For a second she feared she would be split in half.
"Ohhh!" moaned Janice when she felt the thick cock driving upwards into her pussy hole. "Damn! It's hot!"
"Uugh!" groaned Tom as his nuts bounced off her cunt lips. "What a hot pussy! I'm going to fill it with my cum! Ohhh!"
Janice, seeing that the man's body was soaked in sweat and that his eyes were dancing crazily, guessed that he was close to an orgasm. Determined to come herself, she began to move faster. First she slammed her pussy all the way down to his nuts. Then she began moving her pussy in circles, grinding against his hairy groin. The friction was very intense, but she loved it that way.
"Ahhh!" she cried, holding onto his waist as tight as she could. "I'm on fire! Your cock is so fucking hot!"
"Move that ass, baby! You're making me come!" howled Tom.
Janice continued moving her body in circles around the man's cock and nuts. Her pussy walls were stretched in every direction, and her clit was tortured mercilessly. Wave after wave of hot bliss raced through her loins. Her pussy became wetter and wetter.
"Yeesss!" she cried, shaking her head from side to side.
Tom held on to her titties tight as he continued to slam his prick up into her rotating pussy. Each hard thrust knocked her a few inches up into the air. But she always came back down, hotter than ever.
Janice groaned and whimpered as fire ran through her red, swollen titties as well as her stretched pussy. She moved faster and faster, at the same time tightening her cunt muscles around the fat prick and gripping it hard. She was determined to keep it inside her until she came.
Her wet pussy slithered round and round, its course well oiled by dripping pussy juice. She could feel herself being overcome by a terrific force. She kept moving, guided by Tom's hands on her tits, until soon she was gripped by violent spasms.
"Ahhh!" she howled, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm-I'm coming! Ohhhh!" As spasms overtook her body, pussy juice erupted from her cunt, flooding the man's cock and balls.
"Shiiyyiit!" groaned Tom, slamming his cock in deep. "Your hot pussy juice is burning the hell out of me! It's making me c-come! Iiieeee!"
Tom's muscles strained mightily as the man bucked up into Janice and shot his thick wad deep into her clinging pussy. He kept jerking and trembling as he unloaded all of his cum into her. Before his prick had even begun to shrink, the hot cum was dripping back out of her stretched pussy hole and running down onto his groin.
"Ahhh!" he moaned as he finally collapsed on the thick carpet. His prick just now began to shrink.
"Ummmm!" moaned Janice, still delirious. She continued to milk the man's cock until she could feel no more cum escaping.
Tom, his prick spent and his arms outstretched on the carpet, groaned when he felt Janice roll off him. His cock slipped out with hardly a sound, but he could feel plenty of juice on his groin. He waited patiently while she turned around and stuck out her tongue.
"That's it, baby! You got me all wet, now lick me clean."
Janice ran her tongue all over the man's wet belly, gathering up jism and cunt juice. She licked it clean then did the same to his cock and balls. Before she was finished she had every inch of his groin and every single cock hair shining with spit.
"Oh, yeah, baby. You really got my rocks off. What do you say we go and look in on the other two? Maybe we can even have a foursome."
"Sure," said Janice, rising to her feet. Her pussy hair was still wet and her asscheeks were red with finger marks. Her titties were bruised and swollen. Her face was a little puffed. But her pussy was just fine, which made her feel good.
They left the living room and went back to the bedroom in search of Becky and Mark. As they neared the open door they heard loud moans and whimpers. They crept forward, then stopped in the doorway. They decided that instead of interrupting what was going on, they would just watch for a while.
Mark was lying on his back on the bed, his cock sticking up in the air. Becky was hovering over him. Her knees straddled his head, thus placing her pussy directly over his face. At the same time, her face was directly over his erect cock. They had their hands on each other's hips as they began to work their long tongues.
The sixty-nine position seemed to please them both. Becky, with her big titties hanging like icicles and with her big ass sticking up in the air, was busily licking the fat prickhead that stretched up towards her. Her small head moved here and there as she tasted first one side of the bulb and then the other side.
Mark, on the other hand, held on to her hips tight as he stuck his face up between her widespread thighs. With his darting tongue flicking everywhere at once, he made Becky's brown-haired pussy quiver. The small woman was gasping and licking at the same time, as was he.
"Damn!" said Janice. "That looks like fun."
"Yeah," said Tom, his hand on her ass. "Let's watch a while."
Becky ran her tongue up and down the sloping bulb, exploring its shiny surface. She made it very wet and very slick. She circled the bulb's rim, her hot tongue tantalizing the numerous nerves. She burned his cock well, her tongue like a lighted match.
Mark snaked his tongue through the thick brown cunt hairs, making them very damp. He collected every drop of cunt juice that was clinging to the hairs. As her pussy began to swell with blood, he sought out her pussy crack and ran his tongue up and down its length, parting her soft cunt lips slightly.
His tongue made her sway from side to side, but he held her tight, his fingers sinking into her soft hips. He explored her pussy crack with determination, working his tongue deeper and deeper. She howled and trembled, but he persisted, determined to spear her open cunt hole.
"Ahhh!" she moaned, wriggling her ass. "Ooooh!"
Becky kept working her tongue, giving as much pleasure as she was receiving. She grew bolder, now running her tongue all the way down the shaft to the man's hairy nuts. The prick's heat was tremendous. It burned her tongue and warmed her face.
The slim brunette moved her head all around as she licked the entire prickshaft. Her tongue raced up and down, spreading spit and fire. The dripping cockshaft soon began to sway every which way as her eager tongue got bolder and bolder.
"Ohhh!" moaned Mark as blissful heat soared up into his loins. "Your tongue is murder, bitch!"
Mark then began using his tongue more forcefully. He reached up with his fingers and spread her cunt lips wide apart. Then he thrust his tongue up into the open cunt hole. He pushed it deep until her pussy walls started to stretch.
"Eeee!" squealed Becky, trembling.
Mark kept pushing. He shivered as her burning heat blasted his face. He enjoyed the heat-he also enjoyed the way her hot membranes yielded to his delving tongue. He snaked it deep into her cunt hole, tasting more and more pussy juice.
When he felt his tongue was as deep as it could go, he began moving it round and round her pussy walls. He stretched her cunt completely out of shape, but he also jolted her in mind-blowing bliss. He had to hold onto her stretched cunt lips tight to keep her muscles from clamping the hole shut.
"Ahhh!" moaned Janice. "He's doing one hell of a job on her. Damn! I'm getting horny just watching them."
"Me too!" said Tom, squeezing Janice's ass tighter.
Becky, filled with lust, opened her mouth wide and engulfed the man's spit-covered cock. She didn't waste time on it. She ran her lips all the way down to the hairy root as fast as she could. She didn't stop until her nose slammed into his nuts.
With blinding speed, Becky ran her lips up and down the man's long, hard cockshaft. Her mouth was stretched very wide. In fact, the corners of her mouth seemed in danger of splitting. But she kept sucking the big prick, oblivious to the pain.
Her head bobbed up and down and wet, sucking noises filled the room. Spit dripped down the shaft to the man's cock hair. She raced her lips from his thick balls to his red bulb and back again to his balls. She set his cock on fire.
"Uungh!" he groaned, jerking his hips.
Mark, his face buried in her hairy cunt, continued to lick her pussy. His hidden tongue ran round and round the slippery cunt walls, collecting her juices and making her burn. Becky rocked to and fro as the flames shot up into her loins.
The strange man licked her loudly. Spit and pussy juice trickled down his cheek. His breathing was seriously impaired. Her hot pussy was closing around him like quick sand.
"Eeeee!" squealed Becky, her little body bouncing. "Oooh!"
Finally his tongue slid out of her, but he still kept it busy. He licked her juice-drenched membranes that he was holding between his fingers. His tongue slithered over their smooth surfaces, and she howled in response.
He made them wet and hot. They turned red from the boiling blood that gushed through their veins. He would have licked them until they exploded, but he didn't want her to come just yet. Instead, he dropped his head back down to the mattress and released her throbbing pussy meat.
"Ohhh!" groaned Becky, disappointed. She was almost out of her mind with joy. She ran her lips up and down his cock a few more times. Then she lifted her head. "Why did you stop?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.
"I want to come in your pussy, that's why. Let's fuck."
Becky smiled then crawled off him and rolled over onto her back. She was about to spread her legs when Mark yanked her up again. It was so sudden her titties bounced and her asscheeks jiggled like gelatin.
"I want you on your hands and knees so I can fuck you like a dog!" He then helped her into position and crawled up behind her. "That's the way, bitch!" he said, admiring her shapely ass.
Becky looked over her shoulder as the dark-haired man took hold of her slim waist and snuggled up behind her. She wriggled her ass from side to side in a seductive manner, then gasped as his cock poked into her cunt lips. Realizing that the man meant business, she spread her legs wide, arched her back, and waited.
Mark looked down at Becky's big asscheeks as he worked his prick into her open pussy hole. He could tell from her escaping heat that she was good and ready for his cock. He pushed into her cunt hole, gasping as her slick membranes clung to his prickshaft.
"Ummmmm!" moaned Becky, shaking her head blissfully. "Oh, shit, yes! Put it in me!"
Mark, his jaw firm, held her waist tight as he kept pushing his big cock into her pussy hole. In spite of her clinging membranes, his cock slid in up to the hilt. They both groaned aloud as the pressure began to mount.
Becky pushed her pussy back into him and tightened her cunt muscles around his cock. She was eager to fuck, and she wanted to make the most of it. She pumped her cunt joyfully, enjoying the mind-blowing sensations that raced up into her loins.
"Ahhh!" howled Mark as the woman's pussy contracted against his mighty cockshaft. "So you like to fuck, huh? I'll show you!"
Mark plowed into her pussy hard. No sooner had his nuts slammed into her stretched cunt lips when he yanked his dick out savagely and thrust it into her again. He broke the grip of her cunt muscles, but he could still feel them contracting and relaxing as the woman sought to hold onto his hot prick.
"Eeee!" squealed Becky as the man's hard thrusts rocked her back and forth. "That's right, you bastard! Fuck me hard!"
Mark continued to slam his prick in and out of her with brute strength. His fat bulb drove into her pussy walls like a jack-hammer, stretching them out of shape. He brutalized her little clit, making it throb dangerously. Even the bedsprings creaked loudly as he plowed into her from behind.
"Ahhh!" he groaned, his balls slapping into her inner thighs lewdly. "You pussy is tight as shit, baby! I'll have to stretch it a little more!" He then slammed into her so hard he nearly knocked her flat. Her titties shook back and forth from the impact and her asscheeks jiggled.
Becky drooled and gurgled as the hot cock raced in and out of her gaping cunt hole. She tried to look back over her shoulder to watch the man fuck her, but the intensity was just too much for her. Instead , she just closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth.
She found herself being pushed forward a few inches at a time as the man humped her violently. Her slim body was used to being fucked hard, however, so she could take it. Nevertheless, she tried hard to hold her ground, for she didn't want n to be fucked right off the bed.
"Ohhh! Baby!" he cried, sinking his nails into her waist. "I'm on fire! You're making me come!"
Becky noticed a sudden frenzy in his thrusts. They were just as brutal, but not as accurate. His nuts were slamming into her from all directions. His cock was jolting the shit out of her as before, but it had swelled considerably and was now throbbing like never before. She knew he was about to come. She just hoped that he would take her over the edge with him.
"Ohhh!" he cried, his hairy ass flying back and forth furiously. "I can't take any more of your tight pussy! I-I'm coming! Ahhhh!"
Mark slammed his prick deep as his orgasm seized control of his body and mind. Then, with a loud groan, he climaxed. Wad after wad of hot cum blasted the walls of her pussy. Becky was nearly burned alive by the hot jism.
"Ohhh!" howled Becky, throwing her head back. "I feel it! It's burning my pussy! Ahhh! I'm coming too! Yeeesss!"
While the man's cock spurted hot cum against her cunt walls, Becky trembled and gasped and finally flooded his big prick with her pussy juice. Spasms shook her whole body. She babbled incoherently. It was all she could do to hold herself up.
"Eeeee!" she cried as her pussy muscles contracted around the man's spurting cock. "I'm hoootttt!"
Mark held her tight and emptied his load deep in her pussy. He groaned as her cunt tightened around his prickshaft, but he welcomed her hot pussy juice. It added to his bliss.
When she felt his prick begin to shrink, Becky used her tightly clinging cunt muscles to milk the remaining cum from his cockshaft. In spite of the fact that his jism was already leaking out of her cunt and running down her thighs, she kept pumping until she had drained out every last drop.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, finally collapsing to the bed. "My pussy feels damned good now."
Mark fell at her side, his limp cock wet on the outside, but dry on the inside. He said, placing his hand on her ass: "You fuck pretty good. We've got to do this more often."
"Well, the night is still young. And I'm game for just about anything. And I mean-anything."
"So are we!" shouted Tom as he entered the room with Janice beside him. "And I know just the thing."
Janice's eyes feasted on her friend's body. This was the first time she had seen Becky naked. The thin woman's big tits and big ass surprised her, and she went to get a closer look.
"That was a pretty good show," said Janice as she knelt on the bed beside Becky. "Those titties of yours were really swinging back and forth. They almost hypnotized me."
Janice then reached down and ran her hand between Becky's open legs. She caressed the woman's hot pussy and felt the thick jism that was still oozing from her cunt hole. The warm stickiness seemed to please her.
"Now that's enough of that," said Tom, pulling
Janice's hand away. "You're taking up my position. We're going to form a daisy chain. Boy, girl, boy, girl. Now if you want to touch someone, touch me."
Janice smiled then got into position with the others. They formed a circle of bodies on the bed. Mark's head was nestled in between Janice's open legs. Janice's mouth was wrapped around Tom's prick. Tom's face was snuggled up to Becky's hot pussy, and Becky's lips were stretched over Mark's hard-again cock. The severely tested bedsprings complained loudly as the foursome slurped.
"Ohhh!" moaned Janice, her cheeks bulging.
The hot tongue in her cunt was filling her with blissful heat waves. The delightful sensations raced up her spine and then rocked her brain. She loved the way the man was stretching her pussy walls and playing with her clit. She found it impossible to keep her big ass still.
While Mark's tongue slithered round and round her pussy hole, Janice worked on Tom's cock. Her head bobbed up and down on the meaty shaft as she set it afire. She could taste her own cunt juices along with his cum, and she swallowed it all happily-
Her lips raced up and down from the hairy nuts to the fat red bulb. She explored every muscle and vein, her clinging lips racing over the bulges as if they weren't even there. In a short time she replaced all the cum with her spit.
"Eeeee!" cried Tom as the fire raced through his cock.
Jolts of heat shot up into his loins as the woman sucked on his cock. Her pumping lips made his cock very wet and very hard. He wasn't sure if his cock was stuck in a woman's mouth or stuck in a vise. He doubted if a vise could press any harder.
Tom, meanwhile, had his tongue shoved deep into Becky's wet pussy. Slurping loudly, he explored her pussy walls from different angles.
He held her legs open with his huge hands as he tasted her juicy pussy meat. His nose and lips were half-buried in her cunt hair, and it was hard for him to breathe. But he somehow managed without having to withdraw his tongue.
He licked her up and down, his tongue like a piston, while she grunted and groaned. His face was soon soaking wet. He had to blow the pussy juice out of his nostrils every once in a while, but other than that, he was enjoying her sweet pussy.
"Shiiyyiit!" howled Becky, her thighs open wide.
The slim brunette bounced up and down off the mattress as the hot tongue slid up and down her pussy chute. She was jolted with mind-blowing electrical shocks that burned the hell out of her slick cunt. She praised and cursed the man at the same time.
Becky found it hard to concentrate on Mark's cock, what with the blissful pleasure in her pussy, but she managed to do a reasonably good job of cock-sucking. As her clinging lips ran up and down his thick prick, she tasted her own pussy juice, as well as his jism. She gulped it all down greedily, finding its taste delightful.
With her well-trimmed hair out of the way, Becky slid her lips up and down the prick with ease. She tasted its entire length, from the hairy root to the swollen bulb, and covered it all with her spit. Then she released it.
Before Mark could complain, Becky seized one of his nuts between her lips and began toying with it. She sucked it into her mouth completely and rolled it around from one cheek to the other. The nut soon became very hot and burned her tongue.
Becky then spit that ball out and sucked in the other one. This ball was already extremely hot, but the woman sucked on it anyway. She squeezed it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, admiring the way it throbbed. Then she tried to swallow the ball.
Finding that the hot nut wouldn't go down, Becky spit it out altogether and turned her attention to the man's cock bulb. She puckered her lips over the piss-hole and drew out a few drops, which she swallowed. Then she began flickering her tongue over the narrow slit. Her enthusiasm made Mark howl and buck.
Mark, finding his cock well taken care of, continued to eat out Janice's wide-spread pussy. He ran his tongue in circles, stretching her membranes every which way and setting fire to her clit. He could feel her hot blood gushing through her veins.
Janice loved every bit of it. The fire in her pussy compared favorably with that in her mouth. She was very glad that she had accompanied Becky to the bowling alley. This sure as hell was better than staying home all alone!
CHAPTER FOUR
It was well after midnight when the girls were dropped off at the bowling alley, where Becky had left her car. They thanked Mark and Tom for a great evening, then got in their car and drove home. When Becky dropped Janice off at her house, the two promised to do it again real soon.
"Yes," said Janice, smiling at the woman through the driver's window. "Just as soon as that husband of mine decides to take another business trip."
Janice then waved as Becky drove off. She was very tired; the men had pounded her well. She just wanted to go inside and fall asleep.
When she put her key in the lock, she was surprised to find that it was already unlocked. She could have sworn that she had locked it before leaving. She went inside and closed the door, this time making sure that it was locked.
But again, something else bothered her-the lights upstairs were on! Could she have forgotten that too? Perhaps she had been so excited about picking up some men that she had failed to check the lights and the door! She told herself not to worry about it as she climbed the stairs.
One more surprise was in store for her as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom-a light was shining from beneath the closed bedroom door. Of course! she told herself; Roger was home! He had come home earlier than planned!
She ran down the hallway and burst through the bedroom door, a smile spread from ear to ear. But the sight of the two boys sitting on her bed quickly erased the smile. For a second she couldn't find the words to express her anger.
"Welcome home, Janice," said Bill, running a comb through his blond hair. He was wearing his usual faded jeans and sleeveless tee shirt. The sly grin on his smooth face told her that something was up.
"What in the hell are you two bums doing in my house?" she asked, her face turning red. She walked up to them boldly and seized Bill by the arm.
"Take it easy," said John, brushing his black hair out of his eyes. "Don't go flying off the handle until you know why we're here."
"I don't give a damn why you're here. I'm calling the police right this instant." She released Bill's arm and walked over to the telephone.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said John. "There would be an awful scandal in this town if you did." He then waved an envelope in the air and flashed her a smile.
Janice had the receiver in her hand and was dialing the police when she saw the envelope. Though she didn't know what was in it, something told her that whatever it was, it wasn't good. Looking at the envelope and then at the two boys, she decided to hang up the receiver.
"That's smart of you," said Bill, standing up. Then, to John, he said: "Show her what we got."
John opened the envelope and took out a stack of photographs, which he spread out on the bed. Janice, more curious than frightened, walked over and examined the pictures. The boys stood at her sides, waiting for her reaction.
"But how? How did you-" she said, her voice trailing off.
"We've been watching you closely ever since your husband left on his trip. We knew a hot number like you would be spreading her legs every chance she got. We made sure we were there when you did, and we carried a camera along to gather the evidence."
"That's disgusting!" she shouted, tossing the pictures onto the floor. "Only a sick son-of-a-bitch would stoop that low."
"Now don't go calling us names, baby," said Bill. "After all, we haven't shown them to anyone but you-yet."
"What do you want?"
"Well, now," said Bill, winking at John. "Let me see now. This picture of you lying on the grass with the mailman's cock shoved up your ass ought to be worth quite a bit."
"Yeah," said John. "And this picture of you lying on the kitchen table with that delivery boy's cock wedged in your cunt should be worth a lot too."
"You two are animals! The nerve of you spying on me! You had no right!" She sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands.
"Whether we had a right or not doesn't matter," said John. "The fact is, we did it. We've got pictures of you that would shock anyone. Just think what your husband would do if he saw them. Hell, he'd probably pack his things and leave."
"No!" shouted Janice, tears heavy in her eyes. "You can't! You wouldn't! Tell me you won't!"
"Tell us you're sorry that you called us bad names." Bill was obviously enjoying his sudden power over the woman.
"I'm sorry, but why did you do this in the first place? What have I ever done to you?"
"We did it to deliberately blackmail you, baby," said John. "Because you're always acting so high and mighty with us. You think you're too good to fuck us, but you can fuck the mailman and the delivery boy."
"You're just kids, and I'm a married woman," she said.
"We'll show you who's a kid," said Bill. "And I wouldn't go around bragging about being a married woman if I were you. When your husband sees these photographs, you'll be a single woman again. In fact, we might show them all over town. Wouldn't that be something?"
"All right! All right!" said Janice, looking up at the boys. "You've got me beat. What do you want? Money? How much?"
"Keep your fucking money," said Bill, stepping closer and putting his muscular arm around her shoulder. "You've got something else that we want."
"Yeah," said John, going to her other side and placing a hand on her shoulder. "And we want it bad."
"And we want it right now," said Bill.
Janice looked first at Bill and then at John. She could see from their serious faces that they meant what they said. There was no way out for her, except to give in to their demands. What else could she do? She didn't want to lose her husband! And she didn't want the whole town gossiping about her!
It was all Becky's fault, she decided. She should never have followed the woman's advice. But she had! And now look! She was up to her nose in big trouble!
"I'm too sore to fuck anyone now," she told the boys, hoping to stall for time. "Really I am!" In a way it was the truth. Tom and Mark had fucked and sucked her half to death. She was in no mood to spread her legs for anyone.
"You're probably telling the truth," said Bill. "We followed you to the bowling alley and saw you pick up those two men. We tried to follow you to their home, but we lost you in traffic."
"Yeah," said John. "That's when we decided to gather what photographs we had and come here to wait until you returned. We knew your husband would be coming home soon, and we wanted to settle this matter as soon as possible."
"So," said Bill, "if your pussy is still sore from having fucked those two men, we'll settle for blow-jobs."
"That's right," said John, grinning. "Two old-fashioned blow-jobs. So how about it, bitch?"
"Take your pants down," said Janice with a sigh. She had no alternative. "But you promise to let me have those photographs afterwards?"
"Of course," said John. "They're all yours."
The two boys pushed their faded jeans down to their ankles. Then they pushed their underwear down. They stood before Janice with their legs spread wide and their long young cocks jutting out.
Janice stared at the young muscular bodies standing before her. They were lean and hard and the cocks were fat and hard. She reached out towards them, running her left hand through thick yellow cock hair and running her right hand through black cock hair.
Seeing that they were very hot, Janice fell to her knees and took the pricks in her hands. She leaned towards the dark-haired cock first and immediately flickered her tongue over the piss hole. John stepped closer and put his hand on the back of her head. Her experienced tongue was making him feel damned good.
"Ohhh!" he moaned, his knees trembling.
Janice held the root of his cock as she licked his fat bulb. Her tongue slithered up and down the slope, gathering cum and spreading spit. The friction made John's prick even hotter, not to mention Janice's tongue.
"Aaagh!" he groaned, gritting his teeth. "Your mouth is something else."
Janice held Bill's cock tight as she licked John's. She could feel Bill's prick throbbing steadily, and its heat soon warmed her fingers. Its young smooth skin pleased her.
At the same time, she ran her tongue round and round John's cock rim, tantalizing the many nerves. John gasped and jerked, but Janice didn't let up. Before long, the boy's red cock bulb burned with fire and dripped with spit. .
"Shit, baby!" howled John. "Put it in your mouth!"
Janice thought that was a good idea, and so she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the smooth cock. She ran her lips all the way down to the hairy balls and deep-throated the cock. It throbbed against the roof of her mouth and against her tongue. Its heat filled her mouth and made her feel good.
"Yessss!" said John, holding her head. "Suck me!"
After holding his cock deep for several seconds, Janice began moving her lips up and down the long fat shaft. Her stretched lips slid up and over every bump and muscle, savoring the meaty flavor. She tasted every square inch of the cock, making it burn in the process.
As her lips slid up and down the hot prick she cupped his balls in her hand and fondled them as if they were marbles. They rattled together in her small fist as she toyed with them.
"Hey!" shouted Bill, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Suck on mine for a while. Why should he have all the fun?"
Janice let the huge cock slip out of her mouth. Then she turned and, still holding it tight, licked Bill's swollen cock. Her tongue ran up one side of the prickshaft and down the other. She covered it with her spit in no time.
"Eeeee!" squealed Bill, now fondling Janice's cheek.
Janice rubbed John's cock up and down her cheek to keep him happy while she licked Bill's. Bill's yellow cock hair fascinated her, and she took advantage of every opportunity to slither her tongue through it. Soon his cock hair was as wet as his prick.
"Ohhh!" he moaned. "My cock is on fire!"
Janice flickered her tongue over the boy's piss-hole and plucked out a drop of cum. After gulping it down, she shoved the tip of her tongue deep into the narrow slit in search of more. Bill howled deliriously and bucked his hips forward, shoving his cock right into Janice's open mouth.
Janice grunted and gagged as the hot prick slammed into her mouth unexpectedly. But once she caught her breath she began sucking on the cock with a fury. Her lips glided up and down. One second they were smacking into his balls; the next they were wrapped around his wide rim. Bill was speechless.
"Mmmmmffff!" grunted Janice as her lips burned a path over the boy's cock.
Janice's head bobbed back and forth on the boy's prick. She reached around him and grabbed his ass with one hand in order to hold him steady. While she did this, she continued to rub John's cock up and down the side of her face.
"Suck me!" Bill finally said. "Oh, shit! What a mouth!"
Janice's cheeks bulged, receded, then bulged again. The boy's cock disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared again. She smacked noisily as spit leaked from the corners of her stretched mouth and ran down the boy's shaft all the way to his cock hair.
"Now mine!" begged John, pressing closer.
"No! Keep sucking mine!" shouted Bill.
Janice solved the problem the only way she knew how. She held both cocks in front of her and moved her head from one to the other, sucking and licking. One moment she had her lips wrapped around John's giant cock, and the next she had her lips wrapped around Bill's. Both boys groaned and gasped as Janice's head moved back and forth.
"Ahhh!" cried Bill. "You're killing me!"
"She's burning me up!" howled John.
Janice slobbered on each cock in turn. Her puckered lips dripped with spit and cum. Each boy's prick was sucked and stroked, and each boy's cock bulb was now as red as a beet.
With spit and cum leaking down to her clothes, Janice began jerking both cocks with her hands at the same time that she sucked on them. She made them swell and throb dangerously. The boys' loud moans and whimpers told her that they were on fire.
"Ahh!" howled Bill after a while. "I'm-I'm coming!"
"Me too!" shouted John, sweat running down his face. "Agh!"
While Janice jerked and sucked, hot cum erupted from both cocks simultaneously. She moved her head back and forth from one cock to the other, sucking in the cum. She swallowed two big wads from Bill's prick, then turned and swallowed three thick wads from John's cock. Wet smacking noises filled the room.
Janice gripped the cocks tight as she slobbered over their dripping heads. Hot cum ran down her face and dripped from the boy's cocks to the floor. Janice did her best to gulp it all down, but the cum just flowed out so fast there was no way possible for her to gather it all.
"Ahhh!" groaned Bill, his yellow cock hair soaked with spit and cum. "You suck damned good, baby!"
"You can say that again," said John, his cock still oozing.
Janice kept moving from one to the other, wrapping her lips around the sopping prick bulbs and inhaling as much cum as she could. Before long, the cocks were milked dry and were coated with her spit instead of cum. Both boys were breathing heavily.
The young bride struggled to her feet, licking her lips clean. She could see that the young boys were completely exhausted and in no condition for more.
"All right," she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "All of your cum is in my belly, now leave the photos and get out of my house."
"Sure, baby," said Bill. "You can keep the photos as we promised. But we'll keep the negatives and all the copies that we have at homethat is, unless you want them too."
Janice knew they were up to something-but what? She never should have trusted them in the first place. They probably intended to show the photos to her husband in spite of the fact that she had just sucked them off.
"What else do you want?" she asked as they pulled up their jeans. "Do you plan on blackmailing me forever?"
"Not at all," said Bill. "It's just that our club is having a party tomorrow night, and we want you to come as our guest of honor. There'll be about ten of us in all, and there'll be some special entertainment that should interest you."
"Do you really think I'm going to go to some damned party with your fucking gang? You must be crazy!"
"Suit yourself," said John. "But if your husband happens to open his mail one day and finds a few pictures of his wife and the mailman humping away in the backyard, don't blame us." They then turned and headed out of the bedroom.
"Wait a minute," said Janice, realizing that they had her beaten. "Where is this fucking party?"
"It's at my house," said John. "And my parents will be out all night, so you don't have to worry about them seeing you there. I live only two blocks from here. One-twenty-five Fairmont Lane. Can you find it?"
Janice told him that she could, repeating the number over and over in her mind. Then, as the boys turned to leave again, she said: "Just what's going to happen at this party of yours? And how does it concern me?"
"You'll find out when you get there," said Bill.
"All right," said Janice. "But this time no tricks. I get all the negatives and all the copies. Is that clear?"
"Sure, baby," said John. "Just be there."
CHAPTER FIVE
Janice didn't sleep much that night. She was too busy wondering what the boys had in store for her. It wasn't until the very early hours of the morning that sleep finally overtook her. She slept for much of the day then, recovering from the previous night's orgy, and awakened in the late afternoon.
Wearing a bathrobe over her bra and panties, she fumbled her way around the kitchen, preparing something to eat. She dumped two raw eggs down the garbage disposal and fried the shells for three minutes before billows of black smoke told her what she had done wrong. She boiled a pot of water for her instant coffee, only to find out, after the smell of burning metal was heavy in her nostrils, that she had forgotten to add the water. So she was sort of relieved when there was a knock on her back door.
That is, until she opened the door and discovered who was there. With a big innocent smile showing on her face, Becky entered the kitchen and took her usual place at the table.
"I thought I'd come over and keep you company for a while," she said, peering at the stove to see if there was any coffee. "Damn! What's that smell?"
"I've been burning things for the past half hour," said Janice. "My nerves are a wreck."
"What on earth is the matter? Your nerves were pretty settled last night when she left those guys." She smiled wickedly.
"Yeah, but they got shattered when I returned home and found two little hoodlums waiting for me." Janice then told her story to the slim woman, hoping for some useful advice. Then, when she was through, she added, "Now what will I do? If only I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't be in this mess. And to think those monsters have all those pictures of me! I could just scream!"
Becky thought for a moment while Janice stood over her, wringing her hands. Then a smile slowly formed on her face, and she said: "I have a friend who may be able to help us. But there's only one problem . . . What time do you have to be at that boy's house?"
"In about two hours."
"Well, the problem is my friend doesn't get home from work for another three or four hours. I tell you what, why don't you go to that damned party just to keep the boys happy so they won't mail any of those photos to Roger? But while you're there try to stall for time until me and my friend and I show up. I promise you, when we get there we'll make them surrender all the negatives and copies and everything. They won't dream of blackmailing you."
"But how? What will you do?"
"Never mind. Just trust me. I got you into this and I'll get you out." Then she said, "Now how about some coffee?"
* * *
Two hours later Janice was standing outside of a two-story red-brick house. Several houses similar to it lined both sides of the street. There was nothing to indicate that any evil lurked inside, yet Janice was trembling as she lifted the heavy steel knocker and slammed it back down against the wooden door.
The door opened almost immediately and John showed her inside. The interior was neat and well furnished, with clean wood floors, nothing to indicate any wrongdoing. However, she continued to tremble as she was led down the hallway to another door.
"You're just in time, baby. Everyone else is here. Now the party can begin." He opened the door and led her down a stairway.
The stairway led to a dimly lit basement. Janice looked all around, finding the concrete floor and walls and ceiling very menacing. But even more menacing was the group of boys who stood in a circle on the other side of the room.
John led her to them, and as she walked across the room in her tight jeans, cotton blouse, and heels, she could see their horny stares and hear their filthy remarks. Her knees almost gave out before she even got halfway to them.
"Take it easy," said John, sensing her apprehension. "They just aren't used to being this close to good-looking women."
The boys were dressed mostly in faded jeans and old tee shirts. A few were smoking cigarettes. One, a particularly tough-looking kid, even had a pipe wedged between his teeth. All nine of the boys were lean and muscular, well developed for their ages.
The one light bulb in the ceiling cast a dark shadow as Janice passed beneath it. Taking her eyes off the boys for a second, she could see that the three small windows near the top of the walls had been painstakingly covered with large towels. A tremor of fear shot through her as she tore her eyes away from the windows and watched her shadow grow dimmer and dimmer.
When they reached the circle of boys, John introduced her. They looked her up and down, smiling lewdly and rubbing their cock bulges in a disgusting manner. Janice thought how easy it would be for them if they decided to gang-rape her right then and there! She wouldn't stand a chance against them. In fact, just the thought of it was enough to make her pussy twitch.
"She's got it all," said one of the boys. "Tits! All! And nice long legs! Just the way I like them."
"Yeah," said another one. "She's even better than this one."
It took Janice a few seconds to realize what the boy was talking about. Then, for the first time, she suddenly saw what they were gathered around. Lying on the concrete floor was a ragged carpet, about ten feet by ten feet; and sprawled on the carpet was Janice's next-door-neighbor, Claire, who was totally naked.
"Claire!" shouted the bride when she saw her neighbor. "What on earth have they done to you?" She broke through the boys and went to the woman's aid.
"We haven't done anything to her yet," said John. "Like I told you, you're our guest of honor, and now that you're here, the party can begin."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Janice, stooping beside the small redhead.
"What I mean, baby, is that you're not only the guest of honor, you're also the main attraction. Now get your fuckin' clothes off and let the fun begin!"
"And the photos?"
"You'll get them after you please us. Now start stripping!"
Janice didn't know if she could trust the boy or not, but she didn't seem to have any choice. There were ten of them and only one of her. Where was Becky, she thought? How long would it take for her to get here? She realized that there was no way for her to stall the boys. They were ready for action now!
Janice looked at Claire again. The redhead was sobbing softly. The small woman appeared unharmed. Her big titties, with her brown nipples, jutted out firmly, and her flat stomach and shapely ass were as smooth as silk. It's a wonder they hadn't fucked her already!
"What did you do, kidnap her?" asked Janice, her hands on the woman's shoulders.
"Shit, no," said Bill, stepping out from the back. Janice had not noticed him before, what with all the excitement. "We got her here the same way we got you here. We snapped some great pictures of her sucking the grocery boy's cock. We told her what would happen to those photos if she didn't come here tonight. I guess she just didn't like the idea of her husband seeing them because here she is."
"You animals!" said Janice.
"Funny you should say that," said Bill. "We've got a surprise for you a little later. But right now we want you to get undressed." He and John and the others gathered around Janice and Claire, forming a tight circle. They all had lust in their eyes and big bulges in their jeans.
Seeing no way out and thinking only of the revealing photos, Janice slowly began to undress. As she unfastened her buttons, she kept her eyes in the direction of the stairway, hoping to see Becky any minute. However, deep down inside she knew there was little chance of Becky rescuing her in time. Whatever the boys wanted her to do, she was going to have to do it.
"Faster!" shouted one of the group, the one with the pipe stuck between his teeth. "Let's see some flesh."
Ignoring him, Janice continued to unfasten the buttons at her normal pace. After all, she still had some dignity left. When she reached the last button, she fumbled around with it for several seconds, still trying to stall with the hope that Becky would soon arrive. However, the boys would have none of it.
The kid with the pipe brushed his long brown hair over his shoulder and jumped onto the carpet. He was joined by another boy, whose thin lips were curled around a cigarette. Together they ripped the blouse from Janice's body and tossed it aside.
Janice gasped at the suddenness with which they acted. She hardly knew what was going on! Were they going to rape her? She knelt there on the carpet, trembling, as her bra was also ripped off.
The boys then reached down and unfastened Janice's jeans. Then they yanked them down her long legs roughly. Janice shrieked and threw one arm over her titties and one arm over her crotch.
"No fair covering up," said John. "Hell, we're going to see it all anyway." All the boys laughted at his remark.
Finally Janice's panties were stripped down her legs and thrown aside, thus leaving her completely naked. She huddled up beside Claire and looked around at the hungry faces bearing down on her. Was she going to have to fuck all of them? she wondered. "All right, you two bitches," said Bill. "None of us have ever seen two women go down on each other. Why don't you show us what it's like? Cmon now, eat each other's pussy!"
Janice couldn't believe what she heard. Did they actually expect her to eat out Claire? How disgusting! she thought.
For the first time Claire spoke: "We'd better do it, Janice. I'd die if my husband saw those pictures. I'd simply die!"
"Do you really mean it?" asked Janice.
"Yes. I mean it. Just lie down on your back and let me get on top. Then do what I do."
Janice, with twenty eyes on her, stretched out on the rough carpet and looked up towards the ceiling. Claire, with her tits hanging down, crawled on top of her. The redhead's knees straddled Janice's head, while her mouth moved down to Janice's pussy.
"That's the way!" shouted Bill. "Now do it!"
Claire apparently had done this before. She pushed her long hair out of the way and stuck her head in between Janice's wide-spread legs. Her tongue sought out the woman's golden-haired cunt and began exploring the thick bush.
"Eeeee!" squealed Janice, wriggling her ass. "Oh, your tongue feels pretty good."
Janice did as the woman did. She raised her head up between the thin woman's open thighs, seized her shapely hips in both hands for support, and began licking the fine red cunt hairs. Claire moaned and trembled as Janice's tongue slithered through the damp hairs.
Claire worked her tongue up and down the hairy lips. She tasted Janice's juices and felt her heat. The woman's yellow cunt hairs caressed her tongue as it slithered back and forth, and the small redhead sighed contentedly.
"Ohhh!" moaned Janice, feeling the wet tongue on her pussy.
Janice did the same thing. She ran her tongue up and down the redhead's small cunt lips. They were damp with cum, but she didn't seem to mind, for she began to slobber over them greedily. She made Claire sway to and fro.
Claire's pussy wasn't as bad as Janice had thought it would be. As she grew accustomed to the terrific heat and the strong odor, Janice started to lick with more determination. She snaked her tongue up into the woman's pussy crack and tasted the pink membranes. Claire's subsequent shriek told her she was in the right spot.
Janice grunted as she worked her tongue up and down the length of the woman's pussy crack.
Claire had also discovered Janice's pussy crack and was now busily exploring it. She ran her tongue up and down, jolting the woman with friction-caused heat waves. She gathered more pussy juices along the way and swallowed them. She seemed not to notice the many lustful stares.
"Oooooh!" moaned Janice, moving her ass in circles.
The young blonde lifted her head higher and shoved her tongue up into the redhead's small pussy hole. Right away she felt cunt muscles contracting around her tongue, but she pushed hard and reached far up into the tight cunt chute.
With her lips and nose and chin surrounded by red pussy hair, Janice lapped up the slick juices that coated the woman's pussy walls. The juices ran down her tongue and filled her mouth, and she gulped it down, surprising herself.
"Ummmm!" moaned Claire, shaking her ass. Janice ran her tongue round and round the woman's pussy hole. She stretched the woman's pussy walls this way and that, and made them burn with fire. She tortured the little clit and made it swell to dangerous limits. She was amazed at how fast she caught on.
Claire, meanwhile, swayed to and fro as the hot, blissful head raced up her pussy. Gasping and sighing, she continued to eat out Janice's hot cunt. Her tongue delved deep into the woman's fuck hole. She licked hard, scraping against the slick pussy walls and thus jolting the hell out of them.
"Ahhh!" moaned Janice, still with her mouth engulfed in red pussy hair. "Shiiyyiit!"
Claire moved her head this way and that as she tasted every corner of Janice's pussy hole. Her tongue slid along the right side of the bride's pussy, then along the left. Then it shot deep again and stretched all sides simultaneously.
"Aagh!" groaned Janice, lifting her ass off the carpet.
With a flame in her pussy, Janice flirted with the fire in her neighbor's cunt. She reached up and flickered her tongue over the woman's shiny clit. The pulsating button seemed ready to explode at i any moment.
As Claire squealed and bounced, Janice licked her sensitive clit and covered it with spit. She moved it this way and that with her forceful tongue. She flicked at it. She slobbered over it. She even sucked on the tender clit. Claire was beside herself.
The mind-blowing torture in her pussy made Claire even more passionate than she had been at first. No longer content with just licking the blonde's pussy, she began sucking on it. She puckered her lips over the gaping cunt hole and sucked hard and loud. Spit trickled over her lips and ran through the blonde cunt hairs. It wasn't long before she was drawing out pussy juice.
"Eeeee!" squealed Janice, shaking her head back and forth. "I'm on fire!"
"Aren't we all," said John, rubbing his cock. "But that's enough of that. I don't want you two to come. I just wanted you to get each other nice and wet. The boys and I have something real special waiting for you."
Janice then gasped when one of the boys pulled them apart. Waves of bliss undulated through her pussy. She was just beginning to like it and now it was over! She felt like a child who had just had a piece of candy taken from it.
Janice remained on her back, enjoying the last remnants of her bliss. She could see Claire on her knees, staring at the boys. Janice could tell from the look on the woman's face that she had enjoyed what Janice had done to her pussy.
What was next? wondered Janice. A gang-rape? A cock-sucking orgy? Hell, with these young punks anything was possible!
"Now for what we've all been waiting for!" shouted Bill, and he turned to watch as three dogs were led down the stairs by the punk with the pipe.
Janice could see them all turning to watch, but she didn't yet know what they were looking at. There were lewd smiles on their faces, and some already had hard-ons. Whatever was in store for her, she had a feeling it was going to be dirty.
And she was right!
Janice's mouth fell open and a gasp escaped when she saw the three dogs being led through the circle of boys. In the lead was a St. Bernard, a large, shaggy, brown-and-white animal, with a thick muzzle and a long, hanging tongue. Behind him was a German shepherd, its smooth brown coat shining with the dim light. And close at its heels was a large, shaggy, black-haired mutt of mixed breed.
"What are they for?" asked Janice, pointing at the animals.
"They're not for us, are they?" asked Claire. She stared unbelievingly at the three dogs.
"They're for both of you," said Bill. "And they're well trained. They'll stretch the shit out of you, you can believe that." The boys then gathered around once again, closing the circle.
Janice, seeing the three dogs walking around excitedly, tried to stand up, but one of the boys shoved her back down. The dogs ran from Janice to Claire, sniffing and whining. They obviously smelled the girls' dripping pussies.
The dogs all had two things in common-their huge size and their huge cocks. Janice's initial
Wl amazement slowly turned to fear when she thought of what one of those animals could do to her.
"Wait a minute!" she shouted. "This is crazy! I'm not going to fuck any of these dogs!"
"Well, if you don't do it willingly, we'll send your husband the photos, and then we'll tie you up and force you to fuck them against your will." John was serious as he spoke, and Janice believed every word he said.
The blonde bride resignedly settled down on the carpet and tried to decide which dog would be the safest to fuck. She wanted to get the whole thing over with as soon as she could.
As the animals sniffed first Claire and then Janice and then Claire again, Janice watched in awe. They were so huge and so fierce-looking. Their cold yellow eyes seemed to burn through her.
CHAPTER SIX
Before Janice could make a decision the big shaggy mutt stopped and began sniffing at her pussy. On her back, Janice spread her legs wider to give it more to smell. She decided that if she had to fuck a dog, it might as well be this one.
The mutt only sniffed at her open cunt for a few seconds before it ran up and began licking her left tittie. The animal moved so fast Janice was caught completely unaware. She gasped loudly as the long thick tongue slithered up her big mound of flesh.
Janice settled back all the way as the big dog licked her tit. His wet tongue was like sandpaper. He moved her tit up and down and from side to side. He made the tit jiggle and shine with spit. Janice gurgled delightfully.
As the animal ran its tongue round and round, tasting the creamy texture and sampling the tit's heat, Janice looked over and saw that Claire was being licked by both the other dogs. They were giving Claire's small body a terrific going over.
But Janice had more than she could handle with the mutt. The animal's tongue scraped across her throbbing nipple and made her moan. She grabbed the tit in her hand, squeezed it tight, and extended it towards the animal.
"Oooooh!" cried Janice as the dog licked the shit out of her tittie. "It feels so damned good!"
When that tit was soaked with the animal's spit, Janice released it and grabbed the other one, extending it like the first. The mutt hopped over her, turned, and began licking the newly extended tit. Janice was instantly filled with blissful heat.
The mutt's hot tongue slithered up and over the creamy mound, spreading fire and spit. Janice shivered at the touch, while the head raced up to her brain.
As the animal licked her tit, Janice could see his sharp teeth protruding from his loose lips. Their size and their sharpness frightened her, and she realized just how vulnerable she was.
Spasms of delicious heat raced through her tit. The mutt licked the little nip and made that burn. Janice loved every bit of it. She was so turned or she didn't care that there were ten very horny boys watching her get dog-licked.
"Ahhhh!" groaned Janice, slithering along the carpet. "His tongue is too much! Mmmmm!" She closed her eyes in delirium.
Then, as suddenly as he had started, he stopped licking her tit. Janice opened her eyes to see what the problem was. Her titties were throbbing mightily and they dripped with dog spit. She didn't want it to end so soon.
But the dog had other ideas. He had had enough of Janice's titties. Now he wanted a taste of her pussy meat. He walked up between her wide-spread legs and lowered his head to her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" moaned Janice, realizing why the animal had stopped licking her tits. "Oooooo! That feels good!"
Janice drew her knees back to her titties and held them there in order to give the animal plenty of open pussy to lick. The mutt wasted no time. It lapped at her pussy lips with eager strokes, making her golden hairs very damp.
Janice drooled as the animal's sandpaper-like tongue pulled at the thin cunt hairs and threatened to rip them out by the roots. The tongue also scraped the shit out of her tender cunt meat and sent bolts of lightning racing up into her groin. She shook her head from side to side deliriously as the hot bliss overwhelmed her.
Janice dug her fingers into her tits and flattened them as the bliss in her pussy intensified. The mutt's tongue stretched her cunt lips out of shape. She felt them being pulled one way and pushed
ICS another way. Spit soon coated them, to say nothing of her pussy hair.
"Ohhh!" she howled, shutting her eyes tight. "My pussy is on fire! I can't stand it! This son-of-a-bitch is burning the fuck out of me!"
The dog couldn't understand her, and it probably wouldn't have mattered if it could. It was so preoccupied with her pussy that it didn't even pay any attention to the many cheers and taunts from the boys gathered around. It simply twisted its head this way and that, and did its best to lick every inch of her wet pussy.
"Eeeeee!" she squealed, still holding her legs far back. "Mmmmm! Goooood! Lick me, Rover! Lick me!"
The mutt, delirious from the strong pussy smell and the even stronger pussy taste, whined and barked as it sought to get its tongue deep into her cunthole. It was no longer content to lick her outside membranes-it wanted to find the source of her smell.
Lying down on its belly, the dog turned its head sideways and sent its tongue all the way up into her slippery pussy hole. It reached as far as it could then began lapping and slurping. Janice screamed and writhed, but the dog's tongue remained deep.
"Ahhh!" She moved her titties up and down and from side to side as her passion mounted. "Oooooh!"
The dog's hidden tongue slithered up and down the big pussy hole. Its thickness stretched Janice's pussy walls every which way. Jolts of heat rocked her pussy and her blood began to boil. She didn't know how much more of this she could stand.
As the tip of the dog's tongue explored the deep recesses of Janice's cunt hole, the root of its tongue scraped against her little clit. The root's quick motions jolted the hell out of the young bride and made her cry out again and again.
Janice's clit throbbed steadily. It was already as swollen as it could possibly get. Even its color had changed from a fleshy pink to a deep red. She was sure she would faint if the dog didn't stop.
The mutt, however, showed no sign of relenting. If anything, he licked her harder and harder. Janice could feel his hairy lips brushing against her tender-but stretched-cunt lips as he sought to get his tongue deeper into her.
His whiskers also were adding to Janice's bliss. They tickled her inner thighs and her lower belly as the animal moved his head around. She found herself stretched and jolted and caressed and tickled as the big mutt tried his best to eat all of her cunt.
"Iiiieeee!" she howled, twisting her body around on the carpet. "He's going to make me come! I just know it!"
Janice made her titties red as she continued to grip them in her fists. Also, blissful heat raced through her asscheeks as they slid over the rough carpet. All of this blissful pleasure, coupled with that in her pussy, brought her pussy juices to the boiling point. She knew she was going to explode at any moment.
Still on its belly, the animal continued to eat out her pussy. His tongue slithered round and round the greasy fuck tunnel, moving her pussy walls at will. She could hear him gulping down the cunt juices that flowed down his tongue into his mouth. The sound of his slurps and that of his lapping filled the basement.
"Ahhh!" she cried as fire raced through her pussy. "I can't take any more!"
Janice flailed her legs high in the air and bounced her ass up and down as the hot tongue carried her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Spit bubbled from between her lips. Sweat ran down her forehead. Then her entire body was seized by orgasmic spasms, and she trembled violently.
"Ohhhh!" she howled, out of her mind with pleasure. "I'm coming! Yeeessss!"
Pussy juice flowed out of her throbbing cunt. It flooded the dog's mouth and then his entire face. The animal lapped as fast as it could, but it was not able to swallow all of Janice's hot juices.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as her pussy continued to jerk and throb. "Mmmmm!" She held her legs open wide as the dog gathered her hot pussy juice. The blissful sensations were unbelievable.
The dog finally pulled its sopping tongue out of the woman's cunt hole. Then it rose to its feet and stood over her dripping pussy, lapping steadily. Its thick tongue wiped up her slick cunt juice with ease now. It cleaned her pussy lips and her inner thighs. Then it cleaned her yellow cunt hairs.
Janice was drooling, completely satisfied with the dog's performance. She dug her big ass into the carpet and reached down to her pussy, where she rubbed the dog's spit and what was left of her pussy juice all around. The warm sticky substance felt tingly to her, as did the dog's tongue, which began licking her hands.
"That wasn't bad," said Bill, his hard-on obvious. "Now get up on your hands and knees and let him fuck you. Do it, bitch!"
Janice looked around her at the boys' faces. They were all staring hungrily at her open cunt and her jiggling titties. She knew they wanted to see more action. Realizing she had no choice, she sucked in her breath and rose to her hands and knees.
"All right now, bitch!" said one of the boys, a tall youth with closely cut hair. "Show us what you can do."
"Yeah, said another, rubbing his bulge. "I hope he burns the shit out of your pussy."
Janice knew the boys were turned on. She just hoped that they would remain content to watch and not decide to join in on the fun. Ten cocks in her pussy in one night were just too damned many! Even if her pussy was big and juicy!
Now on her hands and knees, Janice watched as the mutt circled her body, sniffing and whining. Each time it circled her it moved closer and closer until soon it was brushing up against her smooth skin. She shivered as the animal's shaggy hair sent rippling ribbons of electricity racing up her spine.
Janice glanced over at Claire and saw that the woman was still getting dog-licked. Then she snatched her eyes away and looked back over her shoulder as her mutt stopped directly behind her. Here it comes, she said to herself.
The mutt stepped closer and shoved its head in between her open thighs. Its tongue shot out and lapped up a few drops of pussy juice, which still clung to her golden pussy hairs. Janice squealed and jerked when she felt the tongue. She thought the dog had had enough of her juice.
The animal continued to move its head around. Its whiskers glided up and down her inner thighs and her cunt lips, and she found it awfully hard to keep still. Her ass wriggled from side to side, and her big white thighs quivered.
She kept looking back over her shoulder, wondering when the mutt was going to hop up on her and drive his cock into her cunt. She could see that his long pink cock was jutting out of its hairy bag, a sure sign of arousal. Yet the dog was still sniffing and whining.
Then the dog stepped closer to her ass and began licking her big asscheeks. Janice shivered and gasped as the thick wet tongue slithered over her smooth, fleshy ass. Then she squealed when the dog's tongue delved into her asscrack.
The animal sent its tongue deep into her asscrack, the tongue's thickness forcing the two cheeks further and further apart. The young blonde bride shivered hard and crawled forward a few inches as the wet sandpaper-like tongue burned her tender asscrack.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "What a sweet-licking dog!"
The animal sought out her asshole and began stroking it with the tip of its tongue. It flicked at her tender sphincter like a hummingbird gathering no nectar. Its eager tongue made Janice moan and shake, while its wand-like whiskers made her quiver.
The big shaggy mutt twisted its head this way and that as it tasted Janice's ass. The thick tongue could not seem to break through her tightly clinging asshole muscles, but it still was able to burn her exposed membranes. She shook her ass hard as the hot tongue stabbed at her again and again.
"Ohhh!" she moaned as fire swept through her asshole.
The big mutt battered at Janice's asshole with its red tongue. She tightened her cunt muscles involuntarily as the hot bliss in her ass affected her cunt. She couldn't believe that a dog's tongue could be so pleasurable.
Finally the animal had enough of Janice's asshole. It worked its tongue back out and rested for a second, as if catching its breath. Janice could feel that hot breath on her ass and cunt, and she trembled hard.
Then, with a snort, the mutt hopped up on her and seized her slim waist with its forelegs. As it leaned over her back, it thrust its cock towards her cunt. Janice braced herself, arched her back deep, and waited for the pink prick to pierce her.
The animal was very excited. Spit dripped from its lips and fell onto Janice's smooth back and whining noises escaped its mouth. Its thrusts were wild-too wild, in fact. Its long, hard prick missed its mark and slammed into her inner thighs again and again. The boys laughed and Janice winced.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, and she tried to move her pussy into position so that his cock could find her cunt hole.
The animal's forelegs tightened around her waist and its claws began to dig into her hips. She arched her back even deeper as she found herself pinned tight to the animal.
Now with a tighter grip, the mutt was better able to control its thrusts. It soon found Janice's pussy and thrust its cock into her soft lips. Janice gasped as the pointed cock slammed into her pussy lips again and again. She moved her ass again in another attempt to get his cock into the proper place.
This time she succeeded! The long, fat, pointed cock pierced her pussy hole and shot deep. She winced and then she howled and then she threw her head back and groaned. In two or three thrusts the dog's cock was buried in her pussy hole nuts-deep.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "What a prick!"
The huge mutt, its head towering over her back, held onto her waist tight as it plunged its cock in and out of her juiced-up cunt hole. He speared her pussy walls here and there, and stretched them completely out of shape. He drove apart her cunt lips until her pussy membranes were completely exposed. He fucked her hard, and she did her best to keep steady.
"Shiiyyiit!" she groaned, her titties swinging to and from the hard pounding. "He's fucking me to death!"
"Look at him go!" shouted one of the boys. "That cock is tearing her to pieces!" said another.
The shaggy dog hammered Janice's pussy with furious thrusts. His balls, big and hairy, slapped against her cunt lips and the backs of her thighs in a loud and lewd manner. His prick shot up into her pussy hole with piston-like strokes. Her clit was brutalized until it throbbed with pain and heat. She could tell that the animal was out of its mind with lust.
"Aaagh!" she moaned, her thighs opened wide. "Fuck me, you big-cocked mutt! Fuck the hell out of me!"
Janice began to rock back into the animal. Her pussy lips smacked back into his swinging balls hard. Her big asscheeks slammed back into the dog's driving hips. Janice groaned at the impact. Her asscheeks shook like gelatin. Her titties swung like pendulums. She was beginning to get hot.
"Ohhh!" she cried as the dog fucked her hard and steady. "I'm going out of my mind! His prick is driving me crazy!"
The mutt, its tongue hanging out and dripping spit, thrust its cock in and out of the blonde's pussy with determination. It delved into the deepest regions of her pussy, spreading fire and pleasure. The big cock filled the woman's pussy hole with its size and even caused her pussy to stretch.
The animal fucked hard and Janice pushed back hard. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the basement. The boys watched speechless as the shaggy animal towered over the woman's shapely body, its hips flying back and forth.
Wave after wave of hot bliss raced up into her loins. The young bride found it hard to keep from moaning. She bit her lower lip and shut her eyes tight as her passion swept through her body and mind.
"I-I feel his cock so deep inside me! It's hot-hot as a mother-fucker! Oh, shit!"
Spit ran down her chin and sweat ran down her forehead as the fire in her pussy raged. She could feel her juices dripping. The animal's cock was jolting the shit out of her as it rubbed back and forth against her slick pussy walls.
There was not only intense pleasure inside her, but outside her as well. The dog's claws were digging into her thighs and hips, and burning her. The animal's rough shaggy hair was rubbing against her thighs, her ass, and her back, thus filling her with electrical jolts. She shivered and gasped as she found herself totally overwhelmed by the shaggy beast.
The sound of the animal's nuts slapping against her cunt lips reached her ears. She also felt his hot breath on her back. She arched her back still deeper as his prick plunged in and out of her cunt.
The animal soon began whining and yelping and its thrusts became wilder. Janice could feel its prick throbbing mightily. She had a feeling that it was about to come, and she braced herself for the onslaught of hot jism that she knew would soon be flowing.
The shaggy dog humped her as if it couldn't get enough of her hot pussy. Its hind feet raised up off the floor as it tried to get its huge swollen cock up into her belly. Janice grimaced and shook her head as the cock swelled bigger and bigger.
"Ahhh!" she shouted as the fire grew hotter. "He's going to come inside my pussy! I just know he is!"
No sooner than Janice spoke, the mutt climaxed. Thick wads of cum squirted from the dog cock and blasted the walls of the young bride's pussy. The dog-prick throbbed and humped and shot more and more jism into her cunt hole.
Janice screamed and trembled when the hot cum squirted against her tender membranes. She tightened her cunt muscles around the still-pumping dog-cock and held it deep. This jolted her pussy with even more bliss, but she wasn't complaining.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, pumping his prick. "Yeesss!"
The dog humped her for several more seconds, then it stopped. Janice tightened her cunt muscles as much as she could in order to keep the animal from hopping off her. In her efforts she milked the dog-prick of a few more drops of hot cum.
The dog remained stuck to her for a while longer, during which time Janice pumped and toyed with his cock, enjoying all the pleasure and heat that it had to offer. When his prick began to shrink, the mutt pulled free and hopped to the floor.
Janice was overcome by a feeling of emptiness in her cunt. She could feel the dog's cum dripping down her thighs. She felt good in spite of the fact that she had not come. And she began pumping her empty cunt as if it still contained a cock.
The dog stood at her side, panting. Its red tongue hung from its mouth and dripped spit onto the carpet. Beneath it, the long red prick was half hard and was still oozing cum.
"Hey," said Bill. "You're not going to waste all that nice hot dog-cum, are you? Shit, baby! Lick it! Go on, lick it!"
Janice winced when she looked down at the red, oozing cock. She wasn't sure if she had the nerve to lick the greasy prick. It was so long and thickand so-doggy!
But then the boys reminded Janice that they still had the photos. The blonde bride, thinking only of her husband and her love for him, lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the animal's fat bulb. Wrinkling her nose, she began to lick harder.
Janice licked the fat bulb up and down, gathering the cum and pussy juice that still clung to it. Its sloping surface was smooth and the woman's tongue slid along the cock meat easily.
"Look at her go!" shouted John.
"And look at that tongue move!" said another. "Shit, she's really something, isn't she?"
Janice ran her tongue round and round the slippery cock head. She licked off all the cum and swallowed it. Then she began covering the prick knob with her spit and making it shine. The dog just stood there and watched, not minding at all.
Janice, after cleaning the cock bulb's surface, puckered her lips over the piss-hole and sucked out what was left of the cum. Her lips and cheeks pumped the bulb dry. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth and loud smacking noises filled the basement.
When the dog began to whine, Janice released its bulb and used her tongue to caress the prick bulb's rim. She ran her tongue over the tiny nerve endings that lined the rim, and soon the dog began to complain even louder. However, the animal made no attempt to break away from her tongue.
"Mmmmmfff!" grunted Janice as she licked the red prick.
After exploring the cock rim, Janice ran her tongue along the underside of the prick head. More nerve-endings were caressed and tantalized by her bold tongue. The cock head soon filled with hot blood and swelled considerably. Before long the entire prick was hard again.
Feeling the heat that came from the animal's cock, Janice was filled with lust. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the huge cock. Right away she deep-throated the prick, moving her lips down the shaft until they smacked into his hairy balls. Crouched over the way she was, she wasn't all that comfortable, but she held the dog-cock deep in her mouth nevertheless.
"Sluuurp!" she grunted, fondling the animal's nuts with one hand and holding onto his back with the other.
The greasy dog-cock throbbed against the roof of her mouth. Janice felt its heat running up into her brain. As her lust took control of her mind, she started sucking on the cock.
Her blonde head bobbed back and forth as she ran her lips up and down the rubbery cock shaft. Her hair brushed the carpet. Her big titties hung heavily. Her ass jutted up into the air behind her. And the dog stood still, enjoying the moment.
"Look at that bitch suck!" said the kid with the pipe.
Janice didn't hear him. She was too busy tasting the mutt's cock. Her wet lips glided up and down, moving over every muscle bulge and protruding vein. She covered the prick shaft with spit and made it burn with fire-fire from her hot, clinging lips.
The kneeling woman moved her lips down to the cock's root, where the thick hairy balls caressed her smooth cheek and where the animal's belly hair scratched her nose. Then she moved them up to the animal's swollen bulb, where the wide rim stretched her lips even wider. Waves of heat soared through her head.
Faster and faster the bride's head moved back and forth beneath the animal. Her clinging lips burned the hell out of the mutt's cock. Her spit oiled the way for her slippery lips, and soon loud wet sucking noises filled the air.
"Mmmmmffff!" she grunted, finding her cheeks outstretched.
Janice's cheeks bulged dangerously as the heavy cock filled her sucking mouth. She sucked fast, tasting jism and spit together. She could tell from the animal's increased whining that she was doing a job on his prick.
Her cheeks stretched, receded, then stretched again, over and over and over. The red cock disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared again, over and over and over. The group of boys were lis fascinated by the woman's performance, and they stared, wide-eyed, as she continued.
With her eyes bugged out and her lips sealed tight around the slippery cock shaft, Janice increased the fire in the animal's nuts. She raced her lips up and down. The fat bulb plowed into first her left cheek and then her right cheek. Then it slid deep down her throat. She gagged for a second, but kept sucking.
Sucking faster and faster, Janice burned the hell out of the animal's cock. As her lips moved steadily, she squeezed the hairy nuts between her fingers and toyed with them. The thick, hairy bag felt strange to her, but she was so hot and horny she didn't care what it felt like or looked like. As far as she was concerned, it was a man's prick that she was sucking and fondling.
The dog-nuts bounced around in her fist as she held onto them. The dog's cock slid in and out of her mouth as she kept her lips glued to it. She could feel the animal's prick and nuts swell, and she could hear its whining grow louder. She guessed that it was near another orgasm.
Determined to make it come, Janice slammed her lips down to its nuts as hard as she could. Then she brought them up the long prick shaft once again. When she was halfway up the cock, she clamped her teeth into the fat prick, holding it firmly. Then she began to shake her head from side to side furiously.
"Wow!" shouted Bill, gripping his hard-on. "Oh, fuck!"
Janice shook her head hard. The animal's cock jerked this way and that, the nuts rattling loudly. The animal whined and whimpered and looked down to see what was going on.
As her teeth dug into the dog's hard cockmeat, Janice sensed something wrong with the animal. It began to hump and shake all over. Then it howled loudly.
Overcome with hot passion, Janice shook her head harder and clamped her teeth tighter. Suddenly the dog's huge red prick jerked strongly, almost breaking her grip. Then a huge gob of creamy jism spurted into her mouth.
Janice nearly choked to death on the thick wad, but she finally managed to work it down into her belly. It was followed by another wad, and another, and another, until soon her mouth was loaded with thick cum.
Working her throat muscles furiously, Janice swallowed as much of the jism as she could. But the dog's prick was so big and its cum was so thick and plentiful she just wasn't able to get it all. Thick gobs oozed from the corners of her mouth and dripped down to her titties. Soon her tits resembled snow-topped mountains.
Sucking loudly and wetly, Janice milked the dog-cock dry. The last trickle crept through the animal's piss-hole and shot into the vacuum of Janice's mouth. She gulped it down and then spit the dog's prick out.
Her face was sopping wet. White streams ran down her cheeks and her chin and still more coated her nose. She breathed deeply in an effort to catch her breath.
Janice wiped the cum from her face with the back of her hand, except for that which she was able to reach with her tongue. Then she wiped her tits clean. And by smacking her lips and swallowing hard, she even rid herself of the cum that was clinging to the roof of her mouth. When she was finished, she sat down on the carpet for a well-deserved rest.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the time Janice was fucking and sucking the shaggy mutt, Claire was being licked half to death by the St. Bernard and the German shepherd. Now that the blonde housewife was resting for a while, the boys demanded more of the redhead.
"Get on your hands and knees, bitch!" shouted John. "We want to see how well you can fuck a dog! You'll have to go a long way to beat out your friend. But then, you've got two dogs to satisfy.
That gives you twice as many chances."
Claire slowly rose to her hands and knees. Then, with her tits hanging down and her ass jutting out, she looked back over her shoulder. The St. Bernard was the first to come up behind her and its cock was reaching far out of its bag.
The huge brown-and-white animal took time to sniff at the redhead's pussy before mounting her. It sniffed loudly, its whiskers tantalizing Claire's tender inner thighs and its hot breath teasing her soft cunt lips. Claire shivered and spread her thighs wider.
Although the animal had been licking her pussy and titties steadily for the last several minutes, it still seemed interested in her juicy cunt. Claire jerked and moaned as she awaited the dog's next move.
The St. Bernard, its muzzle very thick, apparently decided that it wanted more of the redhead's pussy juices. It shoved its head in between her thighs and then shoved its tongue up into her cunt hole. Claire gasped and then cried out.
The huge dog twisted its head this way and that as it worked its tongue deeper and deeper into the redhead's tiny pussy hole. The tongue's thickness stretched Claire's pussy walls to their limits and filled the woman's pussy with hot bliss. Claire gurgled and shivered as the bliss raced up to her brain.
"Ahhh!" she cried, shaking her head hard. "It's too much!"
The huge dog was even bigger than she was, and its long tongue was not much different from a cock. It slithered round and round the woman's pussy, sucking up pussy juice and laying down spit. Claire's eyes bugged out and her pussy twitched and throbbed as the heat raced throughout her tight cunt hole.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed, arching her back deeper. "He's licking me to death! Oh, hell! What a tongue!"
The animal slurped loudly as it began shooting its tongue in and out of the woman's red-haired pussy. It jolted her with lightning bolts as its sandpaper-like tongue scraped against her clit and knocked the little clit every which way. The resulting bliss was almost more than Claire could bear.
"Yeeoow!" she screamed, her hair flying about. "I'm on fire, dammit! My pussy is burning!"
The St. Bernard was soon joined by the German shepherd, which, finding no more room in her pussy for its tongue, began licking her asscheeks. Long thick slabs of flesh slithered along her creamy asscheeks and in and out of her cunt hole simultaneously. Shivers racked her body and it was all she could do to keep from falling to the floor or jumping to the ceiling.
Loud, wet sucking noises drifted through the air as the St. Bernard slobbered over her juicy cunt. Its loose, wet lips spread spit all over her pussy, soaking her red hairs. Claire pushed her ass back into the animal and welcomed its big juicy tongue.
The German shepherd, not to be outdone, spread its saliva all over Claire's big white asscheeks. They soon glistened in the dim light. They also began quivering as the dog's tongue scraped them roughly and knocked them about.
But the tongue up her cunt was what was giving Claire the most pleasure. Rockets burst in her head. She felt as if she were drifting weightlessly in the air. Her pussy glowed with an intense warmth. It was enough to make her cream.
And that's just what she did! Her juices burst forth and flowed down her pussy hole in a steady stream. The St. Bernard whined ecstatically as it lapped up every sweet drop.
"Ahhh!" she cried as her pussy continued to twitch. "That damned mutt made me come! Oh, shit!"
The dog licked and sucked her pussy until he had cleaned it of all the juices. Claire was still tender and her mind was still reeling. It had all happened so quickly! She tightened her cunt muscles around the dog's tongue and pumped her pussy hard.
"Eeee!" she squealed as the resulting bliss shot up her spine. "Oooooh!"
Then the animal pulled its tongue from her pussy and hopped up on her. The German shepherd stood back and waited its turn while the St. Bernard whined ecstatically as it lapped up every sweet drop.
"Ahhh!" she cried as her pussy continued to twitch. "That damned mutt made me come! Oh, shit!"
The dog licked and sucked her pussy until he had cleaned it of all the juices. Claire was still tender and her mind was still reeling. It had all happened so quickly! She tightened her cunt muscles around the dog's tongue and pumped her pussy hard.
"Eeee!" she squealed as the resulting bliss shot up her spine. "Oooooh!"
Then the animal pulled its tongue from her pussy and hopped up on her. The German shepherd stood back and waited its turn while the St. Bernard gripped the small woman's waist with its forelegs.
Claire nearly fell to the floor as the animal's heavy weight leaned into her. She found herself gripped solidly and pinned to the dog's hips. As its hot breath blew down on her smooth back, it began humping and Claire trembled with fear.
The big St. Bernard slammed its huge prick into Claire's cunt lips in an attempt to get its cock into her cunt hole. Its heavy thrusts caused the small woman a great deal of pain. Wincing and trembling, she bore the attack for as long as she could.
When she could bear it no more, she reached behind her, seized the animal's huge cock in one hand, and guided it into her small cunt hole. This relieved the pain in her cunt lips, but it caused a great deal of pressure in her pussy hole as the animal plunged into her up to the hilt.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, spreading her thighs wider in an effort to make more room in her pussy. "It's so fuckin' biiigg!"
The St. Bernard, apparently happy to have its prick where it belonged, began humping her brutally. As its head towered over her back, it slammed its cock in and out of her pussy hole with body-shattering thrusts. The small woman whimpered and groaned and did her best to hold on.
The huge cock shot deep again and again. It stretched the shit out of her pussy walls and jolted her tender cuntal membranes with hot bliss. Claire was filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and she shook her red head deliriously.
The dog drove her red-haired pussy lips far apart as it shot its dick into her hot pussy. Claire felt her clit being tortured by the rough treatment. The fuck button throbbed and swelled, and her membranes were jolted with lightning bolts.
"Shiiyyiitg!" howled Bill. "Look at that big dog fuck!"
"Ohhh!" groaned Claire as her small body was rocked back and forth by the hard-fucking dog. "It's too much! Uungh!"
She bit her lower lip and held her cunt muscles as loose as she could so that the dog's thrusts would not have too great an effect on her. She had no idea the animal's prick was so large. It certainly didn't look that large in its bag. Now she was finding out the hard way just how big it actually was.
Spit dripped from the dog's hanging lips and panting tongue and fell onto her back. The animal's hot breath also blew down on her. She shivered and rocked simultaneously.
The big dog's shaggy coat brushed against her smooth back and her shapely ass and thighs and thus added to her bliss. The redhead shook her head and swung her ass to and fro in delirium.
"Ahhh!" she groaned as the dog humped the hell out of her.
The dog's big balls slapped noisily into her cunt lips, as well as the backs of her thighs. Its prick slammed deep into her cunt hole. She winced and gasped as she found herself completely dominated by the huge dog.
"Ohhh!" she cried as the dog sank its claws into her soft hips and pinned her closer to its cock. "It's sticking me good and hard! My pussy is on fire!"
Again and again the St. Bernard humped her, driving its cock into her wildly. It speared first the right side of her pussy and then the left. Claire was stretched every which way and racked with mind-blowing heat waves.
Then the huge animal began whining and snorting and its thrusts grew out of control. Claire thought for sure that the dog was close to an orgasm, and she braced herself for his onslaught of hot jism.
Holding herself steady on the carpet, she dropped her head and closed her eyes. The dog tried to drive its cock right up into her belly, and in so doing nearly knocked her flat. Claire groaned and shook until soon a heavy blast of jism shot up into her pussy hole.
"Ahhh!" she cried when she felt the burning cum.
The St. Bernard kept humping and more and more jism squirted up into the redhead's open pussy. The cum blasted her pussy walls and coated her clit. She tightened her cunt muscles around the dog's spurting cock and pumped it dry.
"Shiiit!" she howled as the cum began oozing from her stretched pussy and running down her thigh. "Mmmmmm!"
The St. Bernard thrust into her a few more times, emptying its heavy load. Then it hopped down off her, its cock popping out of her cunt hole noisily. Claire breathed a sigh of relief, happy to be still in one piece and happy that her pussy wasn't turned inside out.
Claire could see that the big dog's cock was sopping wet and still half hard. She couldn't believe that all that cock meat had been stuck inside her hot pussy only a second ago. She just shook her head in dismay as waves of heat continued to ripple through her loins.
But no sooner had the St. Bernard trotted off to rest when the German shepherd came over to take his turn. Claire gasped when she realized that she was going to have to go through the whole thing again! It just didn't seem fair! She was almost sorry that she had ever cheated on her husband. If it hadn't been for that grocery boy, she wouldn't be in this predicament.
The German shepherd didn't care about her husband or the grocery boy or the fact that she was being blackmailed. All it cared about was the hot pussy-smell emanating from between the woman's thighs. It circled around her and came up from behind, sniffing loudly.
"Eeee!" she squealed as the dog's whiskers brushed against her cunt lips. "Oh, fuck!"
The German shepherd stuck out its tongue and lapped up the cum and pussy juice that was still oozing from Claire's pussy hole. The redhead shivered and gasped as she found herself being licked once again. The German shepherd cleaned her off in no time then shoved its tongue inside her cunt hole for a thorough ream job.
"Oooooh!" she groaned, spreading her thighs. She wriggled her ass as the dog's tongue not only cleaned out her cum-filled pussy but also helped ease the pain caused by the St. Bernard's mighty cock.
The boys were all looking at her now. Even Janice was watching her. They wanted to see her get dog-fucked one more time.
The German shepherd, its lust heightened by the hot smell of Claire's cunt, hopped up on her and immediately drove its huge cock deep into her already-stretched pussy hole. Claire, finding herself the victim of a dog gang-rape, could only groan and shiver as the animal's hairy body pounded into her.
The dog, holding her tight with its forelegs, slammed its prick into all parts of her pussy as it thrust into her from different directions. Claire arched her back and braced herself for another onslaught.
The big cock shot deep, driving past her tiny cut on its way to her belly. Her pussy was stretched out of shape, rocked by intense heat spasms. She gurgled joyfully as she discovered the pleasures of a dog-cock.
"I can't even see his damned prick!" shouted John, looking closely. "It must be in her really deep."
"That dog is about the same size as she is," said Bill. "And it's fucking her half to death. Wowee!"
Claire began to rock back and forth as the dog pounded the shit out of her. Whether she was rocking on her own or whether the dog was rocking her, she wasn't sure. She was just rocking, that was all she knew.
"Ohhhh!" she howled as the big prick slammed into her extra-hard. "He's killing me!"
The boys didn't think so, or if they did, they didn't seem to mind. They kept watching unconcerned, as the dog drove into the little redhead's pussy with all its might.
"Ahhhh!" shouted Claire. "I'm going out of my mind!"
The cock disappeared into the deepest regions of her pussy. Then it reappeared again, covered with juices. Then it disappeared once more. Again and again it went on, while the dog breathed down her back and kept her pinned tightly.
With her titties swinging to and fro and her asscheeks jiggling from the animal's hard pounding, Claire tightened her cunt muscles and began pumping her pussy around the dog's cock. Its intense heat jolted her hard and filled her pussy with bliss. She gurgled and rolled her eyes, then arched her back deeper.
The dog, its tongue hanging out from exhaustion, whined loudly and began thrusting its hips wildly. It acted as if it wanted to yank her tight pussy inside out. Claire held her ground, for she realized the dog was close to an orgasm.
With its nuts swinging loud and hard, the big German shepherd slammed its cock up into her tight pussy. Squishing noises escaped her cunt hole and drifted through the rank air. She gasped and the dog whimpered. Then it climaxed and blasted her pussy with its jism.
"Aagh!" howled Claire when she felt the hot spunk splashing against her cunt walls. "Shiiyyiit!"
The dog continued to hump, spurting more and more Jism up into her fuck hole. It burned her tender membranes. Lightning bolts rocked her pussy and shot up into her brain. She wriggled her ass and spread her thighs wider as the heat increased.
As the dog's prick continued to slide into her, squirting Jism, Claire clamped her pussy muscles shut around it and held it deep. Then, as she shivered from the intense friction, a strange feeling came over her. She was completely consumed by a glowing warmth. She realized quickly that her own juices were flowing.
"Ahhh!" she cried, spit running down her mouth. "I'm coming! Uungh!"
Claire's pussy throbbed as her cunt juices erupted over the dog's big prick. Her eyes danced in their sockets and her lips trembled. Then her entire body was seized by orgasmic spasms. Shaking uncontrollably hard, she flooded the dog's cock and nuts.
"Yeeoow!" shouted John when he saw both of them climax. "That was really something, wasn't it, gang? I almost blew a wad right in my pants!"
The others agreed and cheered Claire on. But by then the dog was through. It kicked and jerked until it had yanked its cock out of the woman's pussy hole. Then the animal hopped down on all fours and crawled away to rest.
Claire fell forward, completely exhausted. She rested with her arms folded on the floor beneath her head, but her ass remained up in the air, her knees spread wide. She had often rested in this position as a child, and she felt like doing it now.
A mixture of cum and pussy juice oozed out of her cunt hole and ran down her leg. Her pussy was still twitching and her orgasmic spasms were still rolling through her body, although quickly diminishing. She still found it hard to believe that the dog had made her come with his prick.
"What's the matter, bitch?" asked John. "You had enough already? Hell, I thought you loved to fuck?"
"Aren't you through with us yet? Haven't we satisfied your sick, lustful appetites? Hell, give us the photos and let us go home." Janice was on her knees, not five feet from where Claire rested. She was looking around the circle of boys.
"Well, now, the blonde bride had had enough," said Bill, turning his attention from Claire to Janice. "Hell, bitch! All you did was fuck a dog. You can't be tired already." Then he looked at the St. Bernard, pointed at Claire, and snapped his fingers, saying: "Now, boy! Fuck her again!"
The big St. Bernard, fully recovered, ran up to the bent-over woman and hopped up on her before she could move. Claire felt the animal's forelegs tightening around her waist, and she felt his hard cock slamming into her pussy lips. She groaned miserably, realizing her dog-rape was not yet over.
The big dog thrust wildly, something that Claire was now used to. Its prick slid along her cunt lips and then, surprisingly, up into her asscrack. This startled Claire and she began to wriggle her ass in order to get the dog's cock back down to her pussy. After all, her pussy hole was the proper hole.
But the dog had other ideas. It kept humping, even though its cock was now sliding up and down the woman's deep asscrack. Hot cum leaked out of its piss-hole as it moved around and soon Claire's asscrack was well oiled.
Cold shivers ran up Claire's spine as her asscheeks were forced apart. The huge dog-cock was awfully close to her asshole-too damned close as far as Claire was concerned! And the animal seemed to be deliberately seeking out the tiny asshole. Before Claire realized what was happening to her it was too late.
"Ahhh!" she howled as the St. Bernard drove its big prick into her asshole. "Fuuuuck!"
The animal lunged with all its might and sent its cock into her up to the hilt. Claire shut her eyes tight and shook her head hard in an effort to drive away the pain. But it was useless, for the fat dog-prick stretched her ass membranes so wide she was riddled with burning pain.
"Aaagh!" she howled, her knees trembling. "He's splitting me open! My assss!"
The dog held her tight as it slammed its huge prick in and out of Claire's tight ass. He stretched her asshole walls completely out of shape. He jolted her tender membranes with unbearable heat. The pressure was so immense Claire's head began to pound and her ass began to throb.
The dog didn't seem to care about her discomfort. It just humped her. Its tongue hung out, and its breathing became heavy. As the animal slammed its hips into her, its rough hair scratched her back and its sharp claws dug into her hips.
"Shiiyyiit!" cried Claire, her face distorted in agony. "His cock is too fucking big for my ass! Get it out!"
"Leave it in!" said Bill, laughing. "I want to see her get ass-fucked. It looks so funny."
Claire cursed the boy as the big cock slid in and out of her buttery ass chute. Her membranes were stretched every which way. She experienced one lightning bolt after another, she it felt as if her ass were being torn apart.
"Uungh!" she groaned, wriggling her ass with the hope of relieving some of the pressure. "Shit!"
The dog showed little emotion as it towered over her back and slammed its prick in and out of her asshole. Squishing noises began emanating from her asshole as the animal churned her shit juices. Soon buttery froth covered the animal's cock and the goo began spraying over the woman's asscheeks.
Claire was rocked back and forth once again. Her plump tits swung like pendulums. Her hair bounced with each blow to her ass. Her big asscheeks jiggled like gelatin. She babbled incoherently as her ass was plugged hard.
The animal's nuts began smacking into the backs of the woman's thighs. The wet plopping noise sounded throughout the basement. The boys giggled when they heard it, but Claire frowned.
"Ahhh!" she cried as the lunging animal
US knocked her forward a few inches. "Ohhh!"
The dog's prick, dripping with churned shit juice, disappeared inside her stretched asshole again and again. It slid up her shit tunnel as fast and as hard as the animal could drive it. Her clinging membranes were knocked roughly out of the way as the cock advanced, then knocked aside again as the cock withdrew.
Claire felt all this going on inside her ass but she was powerless to do anything about it. She was only now becoming accustomed to the pain, which before had her almost paralyzed. She began to rock her ass back into the animal in an attempt to ease some of the pressure in her ass.
Her blood boiled through her ass as the greasy cock speared her over and over. Soon, however, she was aware of a sudden swelling in the dog's prick and a sudden throbbing. Then she felt the animal humping into her even more wildly than before. Obviously the dog's cock was about to explode, and it wasn't long before it happened.
With a mighty thrust the dog slammed its cock deep into the woman's asshole and then shot its wad into her. Its hot cum spurted against the walls of her ass, coating them completely. Claire shivered at the impact of hot cum. Then she wriggled her ass as her membranes began to burn.
"Ohhh!" she groaned as the animal continued to shoot its load. "His juice is roasting me alive!"
"You were made to be ass-fucked, bitch!" shouted John as he watched with his friends.
Finally the dog's prick went limp and the animal pulled itself free and hopped down off the woman.
Claire felt so wonderfully good at that moment that she smiled broadly before collapsing on the carpet. Right away the pounding in her head subsided, along with the throbbing in her ass, and she felt normal again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"They fucked those dogs pretty well," said John. "I've never seen anything like it in all my life."
"Yeah," said Bill. "It was a lot better than we thought it would be, that's for sure. I guess they really want those photos badly." He stood with his arms folded in front of him, staring down at the kneeling women.
"I told you that taking photos would be a good idea," said John. "So what if it cost us a little money in film! It paid for itself, didn't it? Where else could you have seen a show like that? Do you think these women would have done what they did if we hadn't blackmailed them?"
"Probably not," said Bill. "But they've done everything we've asked. Now what do we do? Give them the pictures we took?"
"Not while my cock is still hard," said John. "As long as I've got the upper hand on them, I'm going to use it."
"What do you mean?" asked Bill.
"They fucked the dogs, didn't they?" said John, pointing to the three exhausted hounds. "Well, now they can fuck and suck us."
"Yeah," said the boy with the pipe. "As long as they're here we may as well get a little bit ourselves. Everyone here has a hard-on from watching them fuck the dogs."
The other boys agreed and, in fact, demanded that they be allowed to fuck the two women. Bill said that he saw no reason why they shouldn't be allowed to do so, and so they all began to undress. Jeans, tee shirts, sneakers, and underpants soon littered the floor, and the now-naked boys joined the women on the carpet.
The sight of ten lean, muscular bodies with hairy groins and long swollen cocks all closing in on her made Janice tremble. Was it never to end? She had fucked the dogs as they had demanded, why couldn't they just leave her be? And where was Becky? This was all her fault and she was supposed to be here to help!
"Well, now," said John, dangling his cock in his hand. "It looks as if you're going to have to perform one more task before you get the photos. But don't worry, there're only ten of us."
"Yeah," said Bill, his yellow cock hair shining. "And there are two of you. That means you each get five cocks apiece. Not bad, huh?" The boy ordered the dogs out of the way.
Five boys went over to harass Claire, and five stayed with Janice. The five with Janice included John, Bill, and the kid with the pipe. They gathered around her, forming a tight circle, and pressed their cocks into her face. Janice was helpless.
The young bride looked around and saw no way out. The five hard cocks were rubbing into her hair, her cheeks, her nose, and her mouth. It was either suck them or be speared to death by them.
"Well," said Bill. "What's it going to be?"
Seeing no sign of Becky and desperately wanting the photos, Janice gave in. The opened her mouth wide and inhaled the nearest cock. The prick was so hot it burned the roof of her mouth, but she deep-throated it anyway and held it tight between her lips.
"Aaagh!" groaned the kid with the pipe wedged between his teeth. "Suck me, baby! Suck my cock!"
Janice, her cheeks bulging, moved her lips up and down his long shaft. The meaty prick filled her mouth with intense heat as she took it in and spit it out over and over. The boy groaned deliriously and stroked her cheek with one hand.
Janice slurped on the cock for several seconds, moving her lips up and down as fast as she could. Spit began to drip down her chin, and cum began to ooze down her throat. She wondered if she would be able to suck all five cocks.
Then, just as one of the other boys began pulling on her to get her to suck on his cock, there was a loud knock on the front door. They ignored it at first, their minds on Janice's mouth, but when the knocking persisted, they were forced to see to it.
Bill struggled into his clothing then climbed the stairs to the front door. The others waited quietly, just in case it was trouble. But Janice was sure of who it was. She just couldn't understand what had taken Becky so long to get here. But better late than never, she decided, happy that the boy's cock was no longer in her mouth.
After a few moments two people descended the stairway. One was Bill, the other was Becky, and Bill had Becky's arm tightly in his grip. Somehow it didn't seem, to Janice, that Becky was in any position to rescue anyone.
"You'll be sorry," Becky was saying as she was led to the rest of the group. "My friend will be here in a little while, and he'll make you hoodlums pay for this." Then the woman saw Janice and Claire on the floor and her voice left her temporarily.
"Welcome," said Janice, on her knees. "But I wasn't able to stall them." Then she said: "Where is your friend who is supposed to get us out of here and get me out of all this trouble?"
"Everything is taken care of," said Becky. "Just trust me. It won't be much longer."
"What won't be much longer?" asked Bill, holding Becky tight. "I warn you, if the cops come to that door, we'll mail those pictures to your husband for sure. In fact, we may even deliver them in person."
"You didn't call the police, did you?" asked Janice, growing concerned. "I told you what would happen if you did."
"No, I didn't call any police. Don't worry. But I'm not going to stand by and let these bums drive you crazy with blackmail, either. I've taken care of everything and if you young punks are smart, you'll let us all go immediately-with the photos and negatives and everything!"
"What do you think?" asked John. "Do you think we should play it safe and release them? After all, we've had quite a bit of fun with them. No sense overdoing a good thing."
"You're not turning yellow on me, are you, John?" asked Bill. "Hell, this bitch is lying. She's just trying to scare us so we'll let her friend go. And you know what we do to liars."
"Shit!" said the kid with the pipe. "Ain't nobody coming. You can tell she's lying. Let's let the dogs fuck her too."
"Yeah," said two or three of the other boys. "Strip her down and let the dogs have her. That'll teach her not to break up our party." A loud cheer . went up among the boys, thus sealing the slim brunette's fate. Apparently the gang was not frightened by any of Becky's threats.
"You can't!" cried Becky, struggling. "Why, my friend will be here shortly. I warn you!"
"We don't want any of your warnings, bitch!" said Bill, and he held her arms pinned behind her while his friends worked on her dress. In a short while the gang had stripped Becky naked. Then they tossed her to the carpet on her belly.
"You animals!" shouted Janice, seeing her friend in the same mess that she was in. "Don't you have any decency?"
"Of course we do," said Bill. "We all want to see a decent dog-fuck." The others all laughed.
"It looks as if you've just gotten yourself in hot water too," Janice told Becky as the brunette struggled to her knees. "You shouldn't have come."
"I felt as if all this was my fault," said Becky. "I didn't want to wait any longer. I had to get here fast and try to help you. But don't worry, my friend is coming. I promise you."
"Yes, but by the time he gets here it may be too late."
"No talking, bitches!" said Bill. Then, to his friends, he said: "All right, boys, gather round again. The little brunette is about to be dog-raped."
Bill then signaled the huge, dark-haired mongrel, and the mutt immediately ran up to Becky's ass and began sniffing. Becky looked back over her shoulder at the huge dog, wondering what to expect. She had never experienced anything like this before.
"Stay on your hands and knees, bitch!" said John. "Or I'll signal the dog to use his teeth on you instead of his tongue and cock!" He then laughed, happy with his power over the woman.
Becky, seeing the ferocious white teeth in the dog's open mouth, got to her hands and knees. She spread her legs wide, more to steady herself than anything else, and awaited the dog's next move. The sound of chattering teeth filled the air.
The mutt walked up close to her pussy and began licking the soft brown hairs. Gentle slurping sounds reached everyone's ears. Becky shivered as the dog's tongue brushed her tender meat and his whiskers caressed her soft inner thighs.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. "What's he going to do to me?"
"He just wants a taste of pussy, that's all," said John.
The mutt, as the smell of Becky's pussy grew stronger, began licking harder. Its tongue slithered through the wet pussy hairs and set fire to her pussy lips. Sandpaper-like, the tongue scraped her tender cunt meat roughly and pushed it this way and that. Becky couldn't believe the heat that was soaring through her at this moment.
"Agh!" she moaned, wriggling her ass uncontrollably.
The mutt licked her pussy lips with long, eager strokes. She felt as if someone were trying to pull her pussy hairs out by the roots. As her pussy lips were jolted up and down, Becky shook her head and whimpered.
The animal felt no pity. After it had soaked her pussy hairs, it twisted its head around and shoved its tongue up into her cunt hole. Her thin pussy lips parted as its tongue delved deep. Becky threw back her head and groaned, then arched her back a little deeper. She was rocked with heat waves.
The mutt's whiskers caressed her inner thighs, and its hairy lips tickled her pussy lips. Becky shivered out of control, she had never expected this from a dog. Meanwhile, its tongue slithered up and down Becky's pussy hole, stretching her pussy walls and jolting them with fire. The pleasurable sensations raced up her spine to her brain.
"Eeeee!" she squealed, shaking her ass from side to side. "That tongue is driving me crazy!"
The mutt stretched the deepest regions of Becky's pussy hole with the tip of its tongue. The wet tip lapped and flickered at her hot meat as though it couldn't get enough. Blissful heat raced up her pussy and filled her with joy.
At the same time, the root of the mutt's tongue was jolting her little clit. Its sandpaper-like surface scraped against the fuck button again and again, showing no mercy. Becky was rocked with intense heat and body-jarring lightning bolts.
The clit throbbed dangerously and emitted wave after wave of blissful heat. Becky's eyes rolled in their sockets and her lips trembled. She felt her juices dripping and she saw rockets bursting in her mind. All this from a dog! She couldn't believe it!
The animal, tasting her juices, lapped loudly as it slithered its tongue round and round the woman's pussy hole. Becky felt her cuntal membranes being stretched every which way. They began to fill with hot blood and soon they were bright red and throbbing out of control.
"Ahhh!" she howled, shaking her head and spreading her legs wider. "What a tongue! I don't
MS believe it!"
The animal gulped quickly as her juices ran down its tongue into its mouth. She could feel its hot breath on her exposed cunt meat and this added to her pleasure. She began to gurgle and whimper uncontrollably, wondering what she had gotten herself into. These boys were something else! she thought.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, her titties swinging gently. "It's hot!"
The mutt licked her pussy hole until Becky was almost out of her mind. Spit and pussy juice coated its whiskers and hairy chin. Its cold nose wreaked havoc on her tender membranes. The bliss in her pussy was mounting to unbearable heights.
Then, suddenly, the animal withdrew its long, hot, juice-drenched tongue. Becky sighed deeply as her cunt hole went empty. She even felt a little disappointed, though she didn't want to admit it. She looked back over her shoulder to see what had happened.
As she looked back, the animal mounted her. She stared into its cold yellow eyes and its juice-covered face. She felt its shaggy hair on her smooth skin. She felt its claws digging into her shapely hips. She shivered so hard she almost fell flat on her face.
"Ahhhhh!" she groaned when the animal began thrusting its pointed cock at her cunt hole. "Oh, no! Not his cock!"
"You better believe it," said John. "He'll fuck the shit out of you!"
The others added their opinions as they watched the slim brunette get dog-raped. Janice and Claire also watched as they knelt only a few feet away.
The dog held her waist tight between his forelegs and hammered away at her juicy cunt. The animal's cock slammed into her inner thigh. Then it slammed into her asscheeks. Then it slammed into her cunt lips. Becky tried to move her pussy around in order to get it into the right position.
After a while, with dog-cum smeared over her thigh, ass, and cunt hairs, Becky got her cunt hole lined up just right. The over-excited mutt slammed its prick into her cunt perfectly and buried it nuts deep. Becky cried out, then groaned deeply.
The mutt, its tongue hanging out of its panting mouth, thrust its hips hard and true. Its pink prick slammed into her cunt walls so hard she nearly lost her balance. Rockets continued to burst in her head as waves of delight raced up her spine.
The big cock stretched her cunt walls first one way and then the other. It filled her pussy completely, jolting her tender membranes with electrical shocks. Ecstasy filled her mind and she trembled from head to toe.
"Shiyyit!" she groaned, biting her lower lip. "It's killing me." She arched her back deeper.
The fat dog-cock drove her cunt lips far apart and stretched her cunt walls completely out of shape. It jolted the hell out of her aching clit and caused the little button to swell to its limit. All this filled Becky's pussy with mind-blowing ecstasy.
As the dog continued to drive its big cock in and out of her stretched pussy hole, Becky kept as steady as she could. She was being burned alive from within, but she was also being tortured from without. The animal's rough hair rubbed against her smooth skin and filled her with surprising bliss. Ribbons of electricity danced across her rippling flesh. She shivered out of control.
"Ahhh!" she groaned as spit dribbled down her chin.
The mutt too was feeling the pleasures of Becky's tight pussy hole. Saliva dripped from its hanging tongue and fell to her back. The froth that now coated its plunging prick sprayed against her cunt lips and inner thighs. Its claws sank deeper in her hips. It was obvious that the animal was on fire.
Then the mutt began to grow wild. Its hips smacked into her asscheeks from all directions. Its nuts slapped against her cunt lips and the backs of her thighs in a lewd manner. It began to whine and whimper loudly. She could feel its hot breath on her neck and she could feel its cock growing and growing.
"Ahhh!" she cried, swinging her ass this way and that. "I feel it coming! It's burning the shit out of me!"
Becky's tight pussy proved to be too much for the shaggy mutt. Its cock blew its wad. Hot cum blasted the walls of her pussy and burned the hell out of her. She screamed loudly and shook her head back and forth, but the fire only got hotter.
More and more wads of cum shot up into her open pussy. The thick jism coated her membranes and set fire to her clit. The heat made her stammer and moan, and her body began to tremble.
"Shiiyyiit!" she howled as the animal continued to slam its prick up into her cunt hole. "There's so much hot cum! I can't stand it! I'm on fire! Ohhh! Shit! I'm coming!"
The fire from the mutt's hot cum caused Becky's own pussy juices to boil over. Intense spasms gripped her body as her hot juices flooded the animal's cock. She drooled deliriously as she experienced her first doggie-orgasm.
"Ahhhh!" she howled as her pussy jerked and throbbed.
She pumped her cunt around the animal's cock in an effort to suck out as much cum as she could. When she felt she had it all, she released her cunt muscles and the animal immediately pulled free and hopped off her. Like her, it was completely exhausted.
The dog walked a few feet away and sat down while Becky fell to the carpet. She could feel the cum running out of her pussy, but she didn't care. Her dog-rape hadn't turned out too bad after all.
"That was just fine," said John. "Now go over and suck the dog's cock dry! Go, bitch!"
"You've got to be kidding!" said Becky, wondering if she heard the boy right. Fucking him was one thing, she thought, but sucking him! How awful!
As the boy walked towards her, presumably to force her to suck the animal's juice-drenched dick, Becky became fearful. But her fear didn't last long because, before the boy had even taken two steps, there was a loud disturbance on the stairway that made the boy turn around sharply.
"Who's that?" asked John, freezing in his tracks. He and the other boys all turned around to see who had invaded their private party. They were prepared to fight-until they saw who they would be fighting.
"You're just in time!" Becky shouted as she jumped to her feet. "These young punks are the ones who are blackmailing my friend and her next-door-neighbor. Make them pay for what they did to us!"
"Wait a min-minute!" said Bill, his voice cracking. "We were just having a little fun is all. Here, they can have their photos. Negatives and copies too! It was all a joke! Wasn't it, boys?"
The others all agreed that it had just been a joke, and that they meant the women no harm. Some even helped the women with their clothes. But the five huge muscular men standing in front of them weren't laughing. The men wore faded blue jeans and blue work shirts. And they all wore white jackets of the same design, on the back of which were printed the words, "Ace Truck Drivers' Bowling Team".
"I knew you'd rescue us," said Becky as she flung her arms around the leader.
In short order the boys handed over to Janice and Claire all the pictures which were taken of them, including the negatives. Then the boys stood aside, trembling, as the five big truck drivers escorted the women out of the basement and out of the house.
"I'm glad that's over with," said Janice. "I can't wait to get home so I can burn these damned pictures."
"Me too," said Claire, holding her photos tight.
"You see," said Becky. "I told you that I'd get you out of this. It just took my friend a while to round up his friends, that's all." Then she circled her arm around the man's waist and said: "It pays to go to the bowling alley on Friday nights. You never know who you're going to meet."
Then Janice looked the other four men up and down, admiring their muscular frames. She then said: "Why don't we all go over to my house? I'd like to thank these men personally for rescuing me." She gave them each a big smile.
