Lovely Lucy writhed naked on her bed, masturbating. Eric, her faithful Great Dane, sat at the foot of his mistress' bed.
Lucy was blonde and luscious. Her fingers were a blur of motion as they rubbed hot pleasure into her clitoris.
Eric's moist, brown eyes watched her with almost human intelligence. The nostrils of his snout widened as he caught the female scent of her.
Lucy was sweaty and trembling. In the midst of her pleasure, she felt lonely. If only there was someone to share her bed!
Someone or something.
As if he could read her mind, Eric rose and clambered up on the bed. The bedsprings creaked under the weight of the massive Great Dane.
He squatted down between Lucy's spread legs, resting his boxlike head on his forepaws.
He opened his snout, and his long, pinkish-brown tongue suddenly slurped over Lucy's dripping pussy.
Lucy cried, "Eric! What-what are you doing?! "
She did not make a move to push the dog away.
Eric's massive tongue unfurled like a flag and played over her pussy, rubbing and exciting her throbbing clitoris.
Never before in her young life had Lucy had a tonguing like this!
Eric's pointed ears perked up as Lucy rubbed his head. "Nice doggie," she moaned. "Good doggie!"
And suddenly she felt herself trembling on the brink of the most intense orgasm of her life.. .
CHAPTER ONE
At nine forty-five PM one weeknight, a Wednesday, young Lucy Weston ran out of tea.
This was going to affect the course of her life, although she didn't suspect it at the time.
Lucy was lovely. She was twenty-six years old, a lithe, sunny, fresh-faced, young lady from Ohio who was making her way in New York City as a commercial artist.
She was taller than the average, with a well conditioned body toned into peak fitness from years of tennis and swimming and other athletic pursuits.
Not that she was unfeminine. Far from it. She had hair as golden as a Kansas wheat field, and eyes as blue as the sky or the sea.
Her breasts were lush and lovely. They were perhaps a trifle too large for someone with her generally slender build, but Lucy had never heard any complaints on that score.
Her face was clean-lined and well formed, with delicate features and a sensitive, pink-lipped mouth. A scattering of pale freckles, childishly charming, dotted her thin nose and rosy cheeks.
It was summer in the city. She lived in a very small apartment in a neighborhood that wasn't very nice.
To put it bluntly, the place was a dump, and only her hard work and artist's eye had made it livable and-pleasant.
Even so, she paid quite a large sum in rent every month. Living space in Manhattan was at a premium, and Lucy counted herself lucky to get what she had.
It was very hot in the apartment. It didn't have air conditioning. Only a small, ineffective fan kept the air circulating.
Lucy wore a pair of faded denim cut-off shorts. They were cut very short, and the fringed leg openings only came to the tops of her polished thighs.
She wasn't wearing any top. She was nude from the waist up. Her lush, heavy breasts were firm and high on her lean torso.
Her long, fine hair was tied up in a bun at the top of her head, to keep it out of her way while she painted.
She was working on a cover for a children's book she was illustrating. She was hunched over her drawing board.
She had been working hard all day. Deciding to give herself a break, she padded barefoot into the kitchen to make herself some tea.
She opened the cupboard drawer, and found that the box of tea bags were empty.
This was a disappointment. Lucy planned to work on, into the night, and she had counted on having restorative cups of tea to help her along.
She looked at the kitchen clock. It was nine forty-five. If she hurried, she could get to the corner drugstore before it closed at ten.
She went back into the studio, and pulled on a white T-shirt. The soft material clung to her lush curves, and her pointed nipples were outlined against the fabric.
She pulled on a pair of sandals, picked up her pocket book, and hurried to the door.
She adjusted the dead-bolt police lock on the door. As in most parts of the metropolitan area, crime had gone wild, and even a girl from Ohio knew enough to get the finest lock available for her door.
She stepped into the dim hall and closed the door, hearing the lock click into place.
She descended the flights of stairs in a hurry. They were dim, and there was the ammonia odor of human urine hanging over them.
Disgusting. People were such pigs.
Lucy stepped onto the stone front steps. Mrs. Rodriquez sat on the steps, fanning herself with her good hand.
She was a big, fat, shapeless woman in a faded and stained dress. Her fat-thickened legs were covered with bright, gleaming metal braces.
Mrs. Rodriguez had been mugged a few months ago by some street kids. Kids! Lucy laughed at the ridiculousness of the term.
These so-called "kids" had adult skills when it came to rape, robbery, and murder.
The elderly Hispanic had been lucky. They had taken her purse, then beat the hell out of her. But at least they had let her live.
Lucy side-stepped the large hulk of the woman, and hurried down the street.
It was a steamy New York night. The air was thick and heavy, like soup. It was greasy and dirty, and made her feel the same way, just from stepping outside into it.
Lucy hurried toward the corner, the soles of her sandals flip-flapping on the cracked pavement.
Garbage cans and piles of trash lined the sidewalk, forcing her to step into the street. The garbage stank of spoiled milk and rotten fruit.
Lucy saw the lights of the grocery on the corner. It was a small operation, a mom-and-pop kind of place.
She slowed down as she approached. Three youths loitered in front of the store. They were all in their teens. They were loud and raucous as they jeered each other and joked crudely.
They fell silent when they saw Lucy come closer. One of them nudged his partner, and the three of them turned to stare at her.
Lucy felt their eyes burning into her like lasers. Her stomach tightened into a knot of nerves.
For an instant, she thought of turning around, and hurrying back to her apartment, forgetting about the tea.
But that was ridiculous. After all, the three youths were just kids, that's all. The oldest of them couldn't have been more than eighteen, and the youngest was a baby-faced fifteen.
Just kids, that's all.. .
They stared at her. It was Lucy who looked away first. She hurried into the store.
One of the youths, tall and thin and gawky, with a faint, pencil-thin moustache and masses of dark, curly hair, pursed his lips and made wet, kissing noises as she brushed by them.
His buddies laughed real low and dirty.
Lucy went down the aisle, found the tea, and took the box to the counter. An old bald man in a soiled white apron took her money.
Lucy let' out a sigh of relief as she exited the store. The three youths were nowhere in sight.
Tucking the box under one arm, and tightening her grip on her pocketbook, she hurried back toward her apartment.
A row of tenements lined the street. There were lots of stoops and shadows.
Bending her head down, Lucy trudged toward her apartment. She was looking at the pavement, so she almost bumped into the person who suddenly stepped out of the shadows and barred her way on the sidewalk.
Gasping, she looked up. It was the youth who had made the kissing sounds. His thin lips were drawn back into a leer.
"What's the hurry, baybee?" he said. "Don't you want to get acquainted?"
"Excuse me," she muttered. She moved to step around him, but he just moved and continued to block her path.
She felt the presence of others behind her, and looked quickly over her shoulder.
The two comrades of the teenager in front of her were at her back. They pressed close in behind her.
Suddenly, she felt something sharp prick her bottom, and she gasped. She saw the glittering blade which one of the boys held in his hand.. .
The one blocking her path said, "Scream, and we leave your guts spilled on the sidewalk, right?"
He put his finger against her lips. "Shhhh."
The one with the knife said, "Fuck around and get cute, and I'll cut your liver out, bitch. I'll open you up like a can of mother fucking beans."
Lucy looked desperately from side to side.
A car drove past. Windows in the tenements were open and the sound of radios blared out
Lucy said, "What-what do you want?"
The one in front of her said, "We just want to, you know, share the wealth, honey."
She tried to hand him her pocket book. "Take it. Just take the money, and leave me alone."
"Shut up."
The one with the knife poked her buttock.
"Yeah, shut up, bitch."
The third member of the group just giggled in a high-pitched voice.
The one with the knife said, "What we do, Paco?"
Paco was the one standing in front of her. "We go for a little walk."
He took Lucy's arm. "You come with me, baybee. And don't make no trouble. That wouldn't be very smart."
"Please, just take the money-" she begged.
He pulled her along. "Let's go."
A flight of stone stairs ran under the stoop and led to a basement entrance. The three youths crowded around Lucy, and forced her down the stairs.
Lucy was so frightened she felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her in the middle of the street, in her own neighborhood.
It was dark and shadowed under the stoop. The third boy, the giggler, opened the door.
Paco put his hand on her back, and pushed her through the open door. He pushed her so hard that Lucy stumbled and fell.
She was in a dimly lit hallway. The floor and walls were stone. Ancient water and steam pipes looped down from the ceiling.
The three punks crowded around her. One of them closed the door and locked it. They clustered around, leering down at her.
Paco was the tallest of the trio. He looked long and ungainly, like a stilt-legged flamingo.
The one with the knife was a black youth. He wore burgundy pants, sneakers, and a sleeveless shirt. His wiry body looked like it was made out of rubber. His hair was cut close to his scalp.
The third was a white youth, about fifteen or sixteen. He had a pimply, bony face and dead eyes. His hair was gathered back in a long pony tail. He wore jeans with a chain belt, and a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off.
Paco said, "Lou, you play watchdog, make sure that nobody's coming down here, man."
The punk with the ponytail complained, "How come I got to do it?"
Paco laughed. "Don't worry, you'll get your turn. Everybody will." He told the youth with the knife, "Melvin, check the purse, man."
Melvin tore the pocket book from Lucy's hands. He opened it and ransacked it. He found her wallet and thumbed through it.
"That right, lady?" Paco leered. "You holding out on us?"
"No," Lucy said, breathless with fear. "No, I'm not, I swear. That's all I have."
Paco took the money, a ten-dollar bill and five ones, folded it, and put it in his pants pockets.
Melvin said, "Hey, man, what the fuck?! "
"Yeah, what the fuck?" Lou said.
"Don't worry, amigos," Paco laughed. "We'll split it up all nice and even later."
He moved toward Lucy. Instinctively she backed away, cowering on the stone floor.
He said, "You holding out on us, pretty lady?"
"That's all I have, I swear it!" Lucy's voice cracked with fear. The trio got a big laugh out of that.
"I think you lying, baybee," Paco said. "I think maybe you got more money hidden on you, that's what I think. I think maybe I'm going to have to search you good."
"Please, don't-" Lucy's eyes were wet with tears.
Paco bent over. He took a handful of Lucy's shirt and suddenly, savagely ripped it open.
The fabric tore, ripping down the center, exposing her breasts. Paco ripped the shirt to shreds, and tore the shreds off her trembling body.
"Hey, what you know about that?" he said softly. "The way they make things nowadays, it's a goddam shame. Shirt got all ripped to pieces, and I hardly touched it. How about that?"
Lucy's arms were crossed over her chest, trying to conceal her breasts. Her nipples were covered, but the abundant fullness of her breasts spilled over her arms.
"I don't see nothing hidden there," Paco said. "Guess I'll have to search a little deeper."
"Oh God, please, don't," Lucy moaned.
Melvin pressed the point of the knife to her pulsing throat. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. I'll cut your mother fucking tongue out of your mouth."
"You better not," Lou said. "I want to use that mouth."
Paco reached for the top of Lucy's shorts. Lucy was breathless with fear, and she shook all over.
Sneering down at her, he undid the snaps of her shorts. They sounded very loud as they popped open.
He pulled down her zipper. As the zipper opened, it revealed her smooth pubic mound, and the soft, tangled curls of her pubic patch.
"Hey, how about that!" Paco whistled softly. "This little honey don't wear no panties!"
"Must be a whore," Lou said.
"That right, baybee?" Paco asked. "You a whore?"
"No!" Lucy said.
"I don't believe you. I think you're a fucking cunt whore. Hey, you don't mind giving the three of us a free ride, do you? I mean, you ain't prejudiced, are you?"
Lucy had to go to the bathroom. She fought the urge to wet herself.
Melvin said, "Come on, man, cut the bullshit and take down them pants. We ain't got all fucking night."
Paco gripped Lucy's cut-off shorts, and pulled them down off her hips, down her polished thighs, down her shapely calves, and off her ankles. He tossed them over his shoulders.
The cold stone was rough against Lucy's naked bottom. She kept her thighs tightly closed.
Paco said to Melvin, "You go first, man. I'll hold the blade."
"Right on, brother!"
Paco took the knife from Melvin. Melvin opened his pants, and let them drop down to his ankles.
His body was hairless, with the exception of a dark pubic patch. His cock was long and thick and semi-erect. It dangled against his thigh.
He took his cock in hand, and contemptuously shook it at her. "Look what I got for you, bitch!"
His member jerked and quivered at his touch. It raised upright, thickening, until it was stiff and hard.
Melvin got down on his knees. He grabbed Lucy by the hair, yanking it so that she cried out in pain.
Paco pressed the blade against her throat. "Noise is a no-no, baybee. You just keep nice and. quiet, okay?"
Melvin pushed her so that she lay on her back on the floor. It was cool against her flesh.
Looking up she could see Melvin and Paco leering down at her. Melvin knelt between her legs. Paco knelt at her side, holding the knife to her throat.
She whispered, "I I'll do whatever you want. Please don't kill me."
"Kill you?" Paco chuckled. "We ain't going to kill you. Not before we do it, anyway. What you think we are, perverts? After, maybe, but not before."
The other two had a laugh over that one.
Melvin's bony knees forced her legs apart. Her pussy was nakedly exposed.
Melvin lay down on top of her. .Her flesh crawled at his touch. She groaned in fear and revulsion, and turned her head to one side, squeezing her eyes shut.
Melvin's hard cock rubbed against her thighs. It felt hot. Hot, and stiff.
He took his cock in hand, and rubbed it against her tender labia. He rubbed it hard, and it hurt her and she moaned.
The touch of cold steel against the throbbing veins in her throat was Paco's reminder for her to keep quiet.
Melvin's cock head prodded her pussy. She was tight and dry, not lubricated.
"Yeah, I got something for you, bitch," Melvin said, "and here it is!"
He shoved his cock into her. He pushed the cock head between her labia. It penetrated an inch or two before being stopped by the tightness of her dry pussy.
Melvin said, "Mother fucker!"
"What's wrong, man?" Paco asked. Then he said eagerly, "Don't tell me this cunt's a fucking virgin!"
"Fuck no, she's just tight."
"Stick her, man!"
Lou, peering out the door, turned his head and said, "Yeah, man, stick her for Christ's sake."
Melvin shoved forward, getting another inch of his cock inside her. Lucy gasped and groaned.
Paco clamped his hand over her mouth, stifling her outcries. "Shove it good into the bitch, man!"
Lucy wriggled her hips in pain. Melvin's hands were like living shadows as they fastened on her white hips, pinning her to the floor.
He dug his toes into the pavement, and pushed forward. By fractions of inches, his cock slowly penetrated her.
Lucy's grunts and groans rose to a high, wailing squeal of pain as the rapist's cock penetrated her pussy all the way.
"How is she, man?" Paco asked.
"Tight," Melvin said. "Tighter than a finance company repossession man! But I be splitting the bitch like a knife into an apple!"
Melvin shoved back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of her. Lucy's pussy began to drip with secretions merely as a protective device, to minimize the brutal fucking she was getting.
Melvin shoved in and out of her. His bony knees scraped on the concrete floor.
He brutally squeezed and rubbed her breasts, shoving them together, plumping them up.
He bit her breast. His yellowed teeth sank into her flesh and bit down, until Lucy writhed from the pain of it.
"That's it, bitch," he said. "Move your mother fucking ass, you cunt!"
Melvin's belly slapped against hers. He fucked her like he was trying to pound her through the floor.
Lucy's eyes were open in wide, staring horror.
Melvin groaned and panted. Suddenly, he shoved as deep into her as he could go.
His cock stopped its restless in-and-out motion, and stayed inside her. She felt the member throbbing against the chafed and irritated walls of her pussy.
Melvin gasped. Semen spurted from his cock, gushing out all over Lucy's pussy, smearing the stuff inside her.
She shook with heartbroken sobs, wishing she could somehow burn the filth out of her.
Melvin lay on top of her, sighing and rolling his eyes. Paco said, "Okay, man, you got your shot. Now, quit pigging her, and let somebody else have a go."
Melvin rocked back, pulling his hips backward. His brown, semen-oiled cock slid out of her. The knobbed head came free from her abused pussy lips.
Paco said, "Now, ain't you ashamed of yourself? You made the pretty lady cry."
"All the mother fucking cunts cry when I lay them," Melvin boasted.
Lucy closed her thighs. She felt semen oozing inside her. Her lush breasts bobbed as she shook with silent sobbing.
Melvin pulled up his pants, and tucked his still-erect cock inside them. "I could use another go, man. I still be hard."
"Maybe later, man," Paco said. "Right now, go by the door and take Lou's place."
Lou, surprised, said, "Hey, you mean I get to go next?"
"Fucking A," Paco said.
"That's all right, man!"
"You know I always take care of my buddies," Paco said.
Melvin went over by the door, and Lou came over. He said, "Man, she's got nice tits. Like a centerfold in a magazine."
"She got a nice hot pussy, too," Melvin said. "Try it."
Lou squeezed and rubbed his cock through his trousers. He licked his lips as he stared down at the violated girl.
He leaned over, and grabbed a handful of Lucy's hair, pulling it by the roots. She turned white as a sheet from the pain.
"On your knees, cunt, on your knees," Lou said.
"Uh-oh," Melvin said. "You'd best be careful, man. Watch out for them teeth."
"Why? She ain't gonna bite," Lou said. "Gimme the knife, man."
Paco handed him the switchblade. Lou jabbed the pointed tip into the softness of her breast, drawing a ruby droplet of blood.
"Get on your knees, cunt," Lou said.
Lucy forced herself to kneel at his feet.
Lucy shivered with the chills. Her body shook and her pink nipples hardened so that they stood out at the tips of her breasts like pink points.
Lou wrapped his fingers into her golden hair. She looked up at him. Licking his lips, he reached for the tops of his trousers.
He opened his pants, pulled down the zipper, and fumbled "out his cock. It was short and thick and stubby, uncircumcised. His balls were swollen and hairy.
His body was covered with a thick matting of stubby, scratchy hair which was almost like wool. It covered his spindly legs and his thighs and belly.
He smelled bad. The body odor wafted off him, attacking her nostrils, sickening her.
His cock angled obscenely in front of her face. His cock was stiff and hard. The sensitive head emerged from behind the protection of the foreskin.
Lou pressed the knife to a point right below her ear. He said, "I feel those teeth start to tighten up even a little bit, you'll be dead before you know it. Dig?"
Lucy nodded her head, too terrified to speak.
Lou patted her cheek, turning the pats into stinging slaps. "You ain't gonna bite, are you, bitch?"
She shook her head no.
"Then get down to it. Suck me good. Open up that pretty mouth of yours."
Lucy parted her lips, and opened her mouth. Lou gripped his cock, and guided it inside her mouth.
Lucy pressed her lips against the shaft. She could feel the blue veins which wound around the shaft throbbing against her lips.
The cold steel pressing against her throat was a constant reminder of the quick death which awaited her if she moved wrong.
Lou's face scrunched up in a sigh of pleasure as his cock was taken inside her warm, wet mouth.
He wiggled his hips. "Suck it, bitch."
Fighting her revulsion, Lucy rubbed the flat of her tongue against his shaft. She just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Lou groaned as her tongue flicked over his cock head, brushing against the tiny hole in the tip.
Lucy's cheeks went hollow as she sucked his member. Her sleek, slippery, wet cheeks pressed against his cock.
Lou used her mass of hair as a kind of rein with which to steer and guide his human animal.
He pushed her head back and forth, so that his cock pumped in and out of her mouth. On the out-stroke, his member would emerge from between her pink lips, so that only the knobbed head remained in her mouth.
Then, clenching his buttocks, he would shove forward, pushing his cock all the way inside, until the head bumped against the tender tissues at the back of her throat, nearly gagging her.
He moved back and forth, in and out, guiding her head in response. His rod of flesh was hard and hot in her wet mouth.
As he moved, his ponytail whipped his shoulders. He said, "When I come, you better swallow all of it, you slut."
He pushed in and out, faster and faster. His chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. Lucy's jaw ached and throbbed.
Suddenly, he pulled her to him, and held her head in place. He shoved deep inside her mouth, and came.
Semen spurted down her tongue and throat. Lucy's jaw muscles and throat muscles worked as she gulped, trying to swallow his come.
She swallowed it quickly, like a child trying to gulp down a dose of bad-tasting medicine.
Lou kept his cock in her mouth. It quivered and throbbed as the last drops of come were squeezed out of his swollen balls.
He groaned, and his buttocks were tightly clenched.
Finally, he took his cock out of her mouth. There was a liquid popping sound as the cock head came free of her puckered lips.
Semen dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, and down her chin.
Lou said, "You did that real good, pretty lady. You're an A-number one cocksucker, yes you are."
He tightened his grip on her hair, twisting it so that she cried out. He said, "I got something else you can do you can lick my balls and ass!"
He started to pull her head toward his groin. Paco said, "I got something for you to do, man you can get the fuck out of here, and let me take my turn!"
Lou said, "Come on, man, I ain't finished!"
"You're finished when I say you're finished, mother-fucker, and I say you're finished now! You came now get the fuck out of the way, and let me take my turn!"
"Okay, okay," Lou said, backing down. "Just kidding. You don't have to get agitated or nothing."
Lou stepped aside, and Paco took his place. Lucy's eyes were closed, and her head was bowed.
He said, "Turn around, and get on your hands and knees, bitch."
Stifling a moan, Lucy turned, bent forward, and put her hands on the cold concrete floor.
Paco swatted her behind. "Raise that ass up! That's better."
Lucy knelt. Behind her, she heard Paco unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants.
She shivered as she felt his clammy hands fondling her bottom. He said, "You sure got a pretty ass, pretty lady!"
Paco knelt on the floor behind her, his knees on the concrete. His cock was long and thin and hard.
He lifted it and placed it in the crack of her ass, where it nestled like a hot dog in a bun.
It was hot and stiff. Lucy shuddered as it rubbed against her butter-smooth ass cheeks.
Paco put his hands on her bottom, digging his fingers into the cheeks. He pulled them to the sides and apart, exposing her dark crack.
Lucy's tight, brown-ringed anus puckered and contracted as it was exposed. She cried out as Paco roughly shoved his finger inside her ass.
He said, "Hot damn, that's tight! I haven't seen an asshole that tight since we got that fourteen year old kid in the correction center!"
"Yeah, remember him?" Lou laughed. "He was tighter than a new pair of shoes."
"Not when we were finished with him," Paco laughed. "Hey, you know what I think this bitch is a virgin in her ass!"
He said to Lucy, "That's right, ain't it, baybee? You ain't never been fucked in your ass, right?"
"N-no, never!" Lucy said.
"Dig that," Melvin said.
"Shit, now I know why you were saving her for last," Lou said. "You're a fucking asshole bandit!"
"You got it, man!"
"No she gets it."
"You goddamn right she's going to get it! I'm going to crack her cherry!"
Paco rubbed his cock head in her ass crack. The head brushed her tight anus.
Lucy pleaded, "Please don't stick it in there! Please don't, please!"
"Shut up cunt " Paco hissed "Hey, Mel, you got something to shut this cunt's mouth with?"
"You know it," Melvin grinned.
Paco said, "Go play look-out, Lou."
Lou and Melvin exchanged places. Melvin, stood in front of Lucy, looking down at her. He took down his pants, and knelt.
Paco spit in his hand, and smeared it in the crack of Lucy's ass. He smeared most of it in her tight-clenching anus.
He smeared some more saliva on his cock, oiling the swollen head of it. Gripping his member, he placed the cock head against her anus.
It quivered and shrank at his touch, closing in on itself. Paco pushed forward, guiding the tip of his cock into the tiny opening.
Lucy wailed and moaned as the blunt, wide cock head forced her opening wide and penetrated.
She grunted. Melvin took his erect cock in his hand. He grabbed her hair, and pulled his head down to him.
Lucy's bottom wiggled from side to side. Paco held it in place, and shoved his cock head past her tight sphincter muscle.
Lucy opened her mouth to scream. Melvin shoved his stiff cock into her mouth, gagging her with a hard rod of flesh.
Now that he had cracked her, and gotten his cock head past her sphincter and inside her rectum, the rest was relatively easy for Paco.
He clutched her struggling hips so tightly that his fingers bruised her tender flesh. He shoved his hips forward, penetrating her with his cock.
Lucy squealed and gasped. Melvin slapped her face. "Suck my cock, bitch!"
Paco shoved deep in her, burying his shaft in her hot, tight, creamy hole. He moved back and forth, fucking her in the ass.
Her dangling breasts shook from side to side. Paco reached under her, and dug his nails into her soft breasts, scratching and hurting them.
Melvin hurt her, too. She didn't know what was worse, the awful pain of the hard cock in her bottom, or his vicious slaps.
The only way to stop the slapping was to do as he said. Lucy hollowed her cheeks and sucked his cock.
He gripped her face in both hands, holding her mouth in place while he fucked it like it was a pussy.
He was long and hard, and when he shoved in, the cock bumped the back of her throat, choking and gagging her.
She whipped her tongue across the underside of his cock, trying to make him come as quickly as possible, so it would be over.
Paco dug his nails into her ass cheeks, clawing red scratches and abusing her tender flesh.
His balls slapped against her ass as he shoved in and out. It was just as well for Lucy that she couldn't see his face as he raped her bottom it was the face of a sick, sadistic maniac.
He gripped her hips, and shoved deep. Lucy choked back a scream. His cock stiffened and throbbed inside her as Paco came.
He shot his semen, spilling the sticky stuff inside her vitals. At the same time, Melvin shoved his cock in and out of her mouth.
Paco groaned, and stopped moving at the moment of his climax. A moment later, Melvin came inside ner mouth.
Paco pulled his cock out of her ass. Her puckered anus seemed to clutch at the knobbed cock head as it worked free.
Then he was out of her, and pulling up his pants.
Melvin took his cock out of her mouth. It was wet with her saliva and his come. A fat glob of semen clung to the pointed tip of the member.
Contemptuously, he wiped his cock clean of semen on her golden hair before tucking his member back into his pants.
Lou hissed, "Hey, there's a cop car down the street!"
"Coming this way?" Paco asked.
"No, just sitting there. Some old clowns are leaning on the side, shooting the shit."
"No sweat, then," Paco said.
Melvin said, "Maybe we better beat it, man. I don't need to get tangled up in no law."
Paco shrugged. "Suit yourself."
He went through Lucy's wallet.
Clutching her stomach, Lucy collapsed. She toppled on her side, and lay there, doubled over, moaning softly and crying.
Paco came over to her. He kicked her to get her attention. "Hey! Hey, cunt!"
She looked up at him. Paco flapped her ID card in front of her face.
He said, "I know where you live, bitch. Where to find you. So you just better be smart, and forget all about us. You call the law, and we'll be back for another visit, only it won't be no fun and games like it was this time. You call the law, we put the hurt on you."
Grinning evilly, he tore the ID card to shreds in front of her, and let the little pieces drift down over her naked body like flakes of snow.
Lou said, "Man, those cops are cruising slow down the street!"
"Big fucking deal. We take the back way out of here, that's all."
Paco unzipped his fly. Melvin said, "What you doing, man?"
"Just adding some finishing touches," Paco said.
His cock was semi-erect. He gripped it and aimed it at Lucy.
He kicked Lucy with the pointed toe of his shoe. "Hey, cunt, look up."
He pissed on Lucy's head and upper body. Lou giggled. Lucy groaned in disgust.
When he was done, Paco put his cock back in his pants, and pulled up his fly.
He said, "You a real boss looking chick. Maybe we come back for some more later on, now that we know where you live."
Melvin, Paco, and Lou ran down the opposite end of the hallway. Their sneakered feet padded on the concrete floor.
Lucy heard a door opening, then slamming shut.
She lay very still, not moving, holding her breath and not making a sound. It was hard for her to believe that the ordeal was over.
She waited five, ten minutes. All she heard was the sound of water hissing through the pipes, and toilets flushing somewhere in the building.
Her jaws ached. Her bottom felt like it had been split up the middle. Her pussy was raw and irritated. Semen oozed in her pussy and her anus.
She forced herself to sit up. She used what was left of the shredded T-shirt to wipe herself clean.
She pulled on her shorts and sandals. In the basement she found an old blanket. It was filthy and greasy, but she wrapped it around her upper body, huddling in it, grateful.
Her foot brushed against something. It was the box of tea she had gone out to get. The tea bags were spilled all over the floor.
For some reason, it struck her as funny. A box of tea. That was all she had wanted. Hysteria bubbled in her throat, and she choked it back.
She had only gone to the corner grocery for a box of tea. But in New York City, that's all it takes to get into big, big trouble.
Because in New York City, the animals run wild in the street, and the decent citizens huddle in the cages which are their apartments and homes.
CHAPTER TWO
Lucy didn't go to the police. She wasn't stupid. She had been in New York City long enough to know how the city's so-called justice system worked, or rather, how it didn't work.
She knew that even if the police apprehended the three rapists, her problems would be just beginning.
They were young, and they would be dealt with as juveniles, rather than as adult criminals.
Their court-appointed lawyer would manage to get them out on a ridiculously low bail in as short a time as possible.
And once they were free on bail, they would have all the time in the world to hunt her down and make sure that she couldn't testify.
Even if she managed to evade them, and they were actually convicted, the turnstile system of sentencing guaranteed that they would be free and back oh the streets in a very short time possibly in less than six months.
Once they were free, they would surely find her, and make her pay.
Besides, she was enough of a realist to know that in a rape case, it's not the criminals who are on trial it's the victim.
The three young punks would surely claim that she had wanted it, that she had led them on. They might even claim that she was a hooker who had gone to the cops when they didn't pay her enough.
Then, she would be the one on the witness stand, as every intimate detail of her personal life was raked over by an oily and insinuating defense attorney who would do everything he could to blacken her character and personal reputation.
It didn't take much imagination for her to think of the leading and suggestive questions she would be asked.
How do you make your living, Miss Weston? Oh, you're an "artist", are you? Wouldn't you say that you live a rather, er, bohemian life? I see that your paintings include a number of nude males. Were they painted from life? Oh, they were, were they? So, you admit that you had naked young men posing for hours in the privacy of your studio. Are you sure that's all they did, just pose?
The questioning would continue in that vein. Lucy had suffered enough, and she had no intention of subjecting herself to that kind of torment.
Not to mention the articles in the paper, articles which might somehow get back to her little hometown in Ohio, where her parents and relatives lived.. .
No, she didn't go to the police. She went to a doctor for treatment. It was a female physician. She couldn't bring herself to go to a male doctor.
The doctor had treated her and given her a shot of antibiotics to protect her against infection.
The doctor knew she had been raped. She made a half-hearted attempt to convince Lucy to go to the police.
But the doctor knew enough about the way the system worked not to urge Lucy too hard.
Lucy asked her, as she was dressing, "If it was your daughter that it happened to, would you tell her to report it?"
And the doctor had to admit that no, she wouldn't let her daughter come forward and testify in such a case.
That's the way it is in New York City in the last quarter of the twentieth century.
After the first, sickening fear of death and mutilation had ebbed (but not vanished, oh no) Lucy was filled with a tremendous rage.
All the ugly things she had seen since leaving Ohio, those grotesque street scenes and disgusting characters which she had tried to repress, came flooding back into her head.
She felt like a prisoner in her own apartment. Thank God the place was as secure as it could possibly be.
The day after the attack, she had a locksmith come over to the apartment, and give it the security-safety check.
She had an alarm system wired to the doors and windows. It helped, but it wasn't enough.
She wanted to buy a gun. She had grown up on a farm, and knew how to handle firearms.
But the authorities, in all their infinite wisdom, had decreed that the law-abiding citizenry of New York were to be disarmed.
New York had one of the toughest gun control laws in the nation, although it hadn't done a damned thing to lower the rate of rapes, robberies, and murders.
It ensured that decent citizens like Lucy were unable to protect themselves. The street punks and the criminals had no trouble getting their hands on any weapons they wanted, though.
Lucy needed something for protection but what?
She discovered the answer one week after the night of the rape.
It was in the middle of the afternoon. Lucy didn't go out after dark, not any more. She was even afraid to go out in the day.
She had an appointment with the director of an exclusive gallery in SoHo. Lucy had waited a long time to make this important connection, and so couldn't afford to cancel or postpone it.
She took color slides of some of her latest work, got into a cab, and rode down to the gallery.
It was a small place, tucked between two industrial warehouses. Lucy entered the building.
An attractive brunette was working behind the desk. She was about twenty-five years old.
She had short, neatly cut hair which was parted in the center, and brushed her shoulders.
She was long and lean, with pert, firm breasts. She wore a beige skirt and a blazer to match. Her name was Robin.
Lucy gave her her name. Robin said, "Oh, yes, Mrs. Benton is waiting to see you. Right back that way."
She turned and gestured toward a door at the back of the hall. As Lucy went past, she noticed a huge black dog curled up under Robin's desk.
She thought the animal was sleeping, but its pointed ears perked up as she went past, and it opened its eyes into slits.
Satisfied that she was no threat, the dog went back to sleep.
Mrs. Carol Benton was most exquisite, the very model of what Lucy thought of as a sophisticated, ultra-chic woman.
Carol was about forty years old, although she had the firm, trim, well toned body of a woman twenty years younger.
Her hair was jet black, a mass of glossy black ringlets which tumbled carelessly to her wide shoulders.
Her breasts were heavy and pointed, without a trace of sag. They formed a shelf of flesh at the top of her chest.
Her torso was lean and strong, with a flat tummy. It flared out to wide, womanly hips, with an enticingly curved rump whose twin t buttocks rolled under the tight gray skirt she wore.
Her legs were long and lovely, with taut, muscular thighs. They were sheathed in dark nylons rather than pantyhose.
Her shoes were square-toed and sensible. They had little fringed flaps over the tops of them.
Carol's face was elegant and aristocratic. She had a wide face with high cheekbones, wide dark eyes, sensuous lips, and a sharp, beaklike nose.
The skillful application of makeup accented her beauty. Her eyebrows were shaped into dark, imperious arches.
She wore a white blouse, very tight and sheer. It was gauzy, and Lucy could see the lacey white brassiere which supported Carol's lush breasts.
Lucy introduced herself. Carol smiled and arose from behind her desk, offering the younger woman her hand.
Lucy shook it. Carol's hand was cool and firm. Carol smiled. It seemed to Lucy that Carol held her hand a few seconds longer than necessary, but it was not unpleasant, not at all.
Carol told Lucy how much she had admired her recent showing. Lucy was flattered that the director of such a renowned gallery had even heard of her.
Carol offered her something to drink, some tea, perhaps, or coffee. Lucy chose coffee. Ever since the night of the attack, she had been unable to drink tea.
Carol set up the slide projector, and Lucy put her slides in the carousel. It was more practical for her to show slides than for her to bring her canvases downtown.
The meeting went well. Carol was polite and charming, and she positively loved Lucy's work.
She made a definite commitment to buy the paintings, and expressed the hope that Lucy would allow her gallery the exclusive rights to represent her.
Lucy was thrilled. At last she was finally making it in the circles she had ached to enter.
Carol asked if Lucy had any newer work. Lucy answered that yes, she had, a number of new pieces she was working on in her studio. They were so new that she hadn't had the chance to have slides made of them yet.
Carol said that she would love to see them. "Why don't we take a cab to your studio and have a look?"
"You mean right now?" Lucy said.
"Why not?"
Why not, indeed? Lucy collected her slides and put them back in the case, still somewhat dazed by how enthusiastically her work had been received.
Carol and Lucy went to the front of the gallery. As they did so, they heard the sound of voices raised in argument.
A man stood in front of Robin's desk. He was round-faced and red-faced and perspiring. He swayed from side to side, and the smell of booze that drifted off him indicated that he was drunk.
He whined, "I want to see that damned Benton right now!"
Robin said, obviously maintaining a grip on herself, "Mrs. Benton is very busy, and can't be disturbed-"
"Bullshit!" the man said. "There she is now!"
Carol said tiredly, "Are you here again, Mr. Greb?"
"You bet your ass I'm here!"
Lucy flinched and turned pale. She had a lower tolerance for ugly scenes than ever before, and the violence in his voice unnerved her.
Carol wasn't fazed in the slightest. "Why do you persist in annoying me, Mr. Greb? Surely there's some other gallery you could inflict yourself on for a change?"
"Fuck you!" Greb said. He was so agitated that tiny drops of spittle flew from his mouth. "When are you going to stop persecuting me?"
"Persecuting you?" Carol laughed softly. "I would say it's the other way around."
"I know that you're behind the controversy to have my work suppressed! You and the other gallery owners are conspiring to put me on the blacklist!"
Carol said, "For your information, the only thing that conspires against your paintings being sold is your lack of talent."
"Bullshit!" Greb screamed. "That's a sack of shit!"
"I've been patient and more than patient with you, Mr. Greb. But my patience has run out. I don't intend to have you stand here and use your offensive language in my place of business. Please leave immediately."
Greb looked around. He didn't see any males on the premises, just the three women.
He said, "Why don't you just throw me out? Hah! I'd like to see you try!"
Carol said, "King!"
The black dog hopped up and trotted over to her side. He was a huge, splendid animal with a coal-black, glossy pelt.
Muscles rippled beneath his shining coat of fur. His paws were huge. His head was box-shaped, his ears pointed.
He looked almost as much wolf as dog. His eyes seemed red as coals. He trotted over to Carol.
He opened his mouth and licked her hand. He seemed tame as a puppy, but he had a mouthful of white, wickedly sharp teeth.
Greb blustered, "You think that dog scares me?! Fuck him, and fuck you, too!"
King's manner changed. The hair bristled on his neck. A low, muttering, ominous growl came from him.
Greb did something stupid. He made a fist, and raised his hand.
King was a blur of black lightning. His paws scuttled against the floor as he moved into action.
Suddenly, King's massive jaws closed on Greb's forearm. The dog held him firmly, his teeth pressing against but not breaking the skin.
Greb screamed in terror more than in pain. He moved to break the hound loose. King's growl was filled with menace.
Carol said, "One word from me, Mr. Greb, and King will take your hand off at the wrist in one bite."
"Christ! Christ! Call him off of me, for God's sake!"
"Don't fight him, or he will surely rip at you with those fangs of his."
"Jesus! Call him off! Please!"
"You are a very ugly and insignificant individual, Mr. Greb. As far as talent is concerned, you couldn't even paint a house. I do not wish to see you in here any more."
"Sure, sure, anything you say! But for Christ's sake, tell him to let me go!"
Carol strode to the door and held it open. "Bring him here, King."
King pulled on Greb's forearm, pulling him toward the door. Wisely, he didn't resist. He bent low to take some of the pressure of those fangs off his arm.
"Out you go, Mr. Greb," Carol said. Her breezy manner vanished, and iron came into her face and voice. "I do not wish to see you ever again. If I ever see you in this gallery, or even on this street, I'll really let King loose on you. And he won't be going for your hand, either he'll be going for your throat. Now, get out."
King worried at Gelb's arm, and dragged him on to the sidewalk. Carol said, "Let him go, King."
King opened his jaws, releasing Greb. As soon as he was free of the dog, Greb turned and ran like hell.
Carol watched him until he had disappeared up the street. Then she called King back into the shop.
She knelt down and wrapped her arms around the black dog's neck, hugging him. "Yes, that's my handsome king, that's my good dog, my prince, yes."
King happily licked her. Carol petted the dog, telling him what a fine canine he was.
After petting and caressing the dog for a moment or two, Carol stood up. She began, "I'd say that we've seen the last of that unpleasant individual Lucy! Are you all right?! "
Lucy leaned against the wall, trembling. She was as white as a cloud, and her hands shook wildly.
Robin and Carol went to her. Carol said, "Are you ill, dear?"
"I'm all right," Lucy said shakily.
"You'll pardon me for saying so, dear, but you don't look all right!"
Robin and Carol helped Lucy to a chair, and sat her down. Robin went into the back, while Carol stayed with Lucy.
Lucy said, "I I'm all right, now. I had a.. . bad experience.. . and now violence affects me like that. It's nothing, really."
Robin brought a glass of brandy. Carol took it and held it to Lucy's lips. "Here, drink this."
Lucy gulped it down. The brandy was hot and strong and burned her throat. It lit a fire in her belly.
"Thank you, I feel much better now," she said. "I feel silly at acting like that."
Carol pressed her hand against Lucy's forehead. "You're pale as a ghost, and your skin feels cold to the touch. I'm going to take you somewhere where you can relax and he down."
"Please don't bother-"
"It's no bother at all," Carol said firmly, and that was that.
Carol called a cab. She gave Robin the rest of the afternoon off, and locked up the gallery.
The three of them, and King, got into a cab. The cabbie peered nervously over the seat at the huge canine.
"Hey lady," he said, "you sure that dog's tamed?"
"Why, he's gentle as a puppy!" Carol cooed. "Some puppy!"
The cabbie drove off. He dropped Robin off at her apartment building, then drove up to the upper East Side to where Carol lived.
"Where-where are we?" Lucy said.
"This is my home," Carol said. "I'm going to fix you something that will make you feel better."
"Please.. . I hate to impose on you, you've been so kind-"
"It's no imposition at all," Carol said firmly. "I suppose I feel responsible for it all. Now, I won't let you go until I'm certain that you're fully recovered."
She paid the cabbie, and she, Lucy, and King crossed the sidewalk and entered the lobby of her building.
They rode the elevator up to the top floor. Lucy had never felt so safe and secure riding in a New York elevator as she did with King squatting on his haunches in the corner of the car.
Carol's apartment was just what Lucy had expected it to be it was elegant, lovely, and beautifully furnished.
Carol took Lucy's coat and hung it up. She sat Lucy down on a sofa in the living room. The room was filled with plants and shelves of books. Paintings and sculptures were all over the place, turning it into a kind of mini-gallery.
Carol went into the kitchenette. The first thing she did was feed the dog.
King ate better than eight-tenths of the world's human population and why not?
After a while, Carol returned to the living room carrying two steaming cups. She set one down in front of Lucy.
Lucy said, "What's that?"
"Hot buttered rum. It's very restorative. Try some."
Lucy sipped it. "Wow! That's really heavy on the rum!"
"It's good for you," Carol said. "Already some of the color is coming back into those pale cheeks of yours. What a fright you must have had!"
The rum was hot and acted like a tonic on her nerves. Lucy felt her muscles begin to uncramp and relax a bit.
King trotted into the living room, licking his lips from the meal he had just eaten. He rested his head in Carol's lap.
Carol lovingly stroked the canine's head. "That's my good dog, yes you are.. . my smart and swift and cunning King, yes.. . "
The dog licked her hand. Lucy said, "That's the smartest dog I've ever seen!"
"Yes, he's extraordinarily intelligent," Carol said, "and totally fearless. As a matter-of-fact, he's more man than any of the two-legged variety I've known!"
She and Lucy had a laugh over that. Lucy drank more of the rum. She felt the potent alcohol leeching the tension out of her body.
King sat down on the floor, in a ray of sunshine coming in through the window. He watched Carol and Lucy with intent interest.
Carol said, "Do you feel a bit better now?"
"Oh yes, definitely."
"Would you like to lie down?"
"No, thank you. Just sitting in this peaceful room is helping me. It must be wonderful to live so high up, away from the crowds.. . "
"It is wonderful," Carol laughed.
"What does Mr. Benton do?"
"He doesn't do anything," Carol said. "He's deceased."
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know!"
"Don't let it bother you. He passed away a long time ago." Carol set down her cup on a coaster on the table. "We're all alone here, just you and I."
She put her hand on Lucy's knee. Lucy was wearing a blouse and a plaid skirt and a sweater. Her legs were bare, and her flesh tingled where Carol touched it.
Carol said, "Lucy.. . "
"Yes, Carol?"
"I want you to know that this has nothing to do with your art. I think you're a great talent, and I'm determined to have you for my gallery."
"Thank you, that's a great compliment."
"I also think that you're a great beauty, and I'm determined to have you for myself."
It was very silent in the room. It was so quiet that Lucy could hear the faint buzzing of the electric clock in the kitchen.
Finally, she said, "That's a great compliment, too. Thank you."
She put her hand on top of Carol's hand. Carol's hand was strong with veins on the back of it. Her palm was cool on Lucy's flesh.
Carol said, "You mustn't think that this has anything to do with your paintings. I'll buy them no matter what your decision is. As you must realize, I'm a lover of beauty whether it's a beautiful painting, or the painting's beautiful creator."
Lucy took hold of Carol's hand, and rubbed it against her bare thigh. "You have my answer, Carol."
"Have you.. . ever been with a woman before?"
"Once or twice," Lucy said. "But never with one like you, Carol. You're like something out of a dream."
"Don't wake up," Carol said.
She leaned over and slipped her arm around Lucy's shoulders. She moved her head toward Lucy.
Lucy licked her lips and parted them, waiting to be kissed. Carol pressed her soft lips against Lucy's.
Carol's tongue licked across Lucy's white, even teeth. Lucy opened her jaws. Carol thrust her tongue into Lucy's mouth, not fiercely but sweetly.
This was the first sexual encounter of any kind that Lucy had had since the attack. She was afraid that she might freeze up.
But Carol started at a slow pace, not wanting to rush her new lover. Her tongue softly and slowly explored the hidden recesses of Lucy's mouth, tasting her warm sweetness.
Their tongues fenced lightly, twining around each other. Lucy took a deep breath, sucking in her tummy, making it hollow.
Carol placed her hand on Lucy's breasts. She fondled the warm, soft masses through the blouse.
Lucy sighed softly. Carol caressed her thighs, reaching under her dress. Lucy parted her legs, opening herself to the older woman.
Still kissing her, Carol unbuttoned the girl's blouse, starting at the top and working her way down to the navel.
When the thin blouse was open, Carol peeled back the twin halves. Lucy wore a simple, white nylon bra with no frills.
Carol stroked the swelling tops of Lucy's breasts where they emerged from the tight-fitting bra cups which supported them.
After a moment, Carol stopped kissing her. Lucy moaned softly in disappointment.
Carol said, "Let's go into my bedroom."
She and Lucy stood up. She took Lucy's hand, squeezed it, and kissed the younger woman's cheek.
Carol slipped her arm around Lucy's waist. Lucy rested her head on Carol's shoulder.
Carol led Lucy across the living room, and into the bedroom. The bedroom was dominated by a large platform bed.
King rose up, and trotted after his mistress. He came into the bedroom, and looked up expectantly.
Carol laughed softly. "Not this time, King."
The dog whined.
Lucy said, "Please, let him stay. I don't know, I feel more safe with him here."
"I know what you mean," Carol said. "King is a very naughty doggie, but if you insist, I'll let him stay."
She ordered King to sit at the foot of the bed, on the floor, and not to move from the spot.
Lucy and Carol stood at the side of the bed. Carol went to her, murmuring, "Let me undress you, child."
"Please," Lucy said, a bit out of breath.
Carol slipped off Lucy's sweater, and put it on a chair. Lucy held her arms at her sides, and Carol removed the blouse.
Carol unhooked Lucy's bra. She slid the shoulder straps off Lucy's smooth shoulders.
Lucy's lush breasts tumbled free of the confines of her brassiere cups. Carol smiled with pleasure, then gasped when she saw the still-unhealed bite marks on Lucy's bosom.
"Good heavens!" she said. "How on earth did you get those?! "
Lucy unhappily turned her head to the side, and closed her eyes. "Please I'd rather not talk about it, Carol."
Carol's fingers traced a circle around the angry red tooth marks. "These are bites.. . human bites."
"I was attacked," Lucy said, her voice faint as a whisper.
"Oh, you poor child! The scum who did this doesn't deserve to live!"
"It's over and done with." Lucy's lower Up and chin trembled as she fought back the tears. "Please, Carol, I don't want to talk about it! Please don't make me!"
"Of course I won't, dear," Carol embraced Lucy, and pulled her head to her warm bosom. Lucy's tears rolled down her face and spilled on Carol's blouse.
Carol rubbed Lucy's back, caressing it and smoothing it. "Don't worry, honey. You're safe with me where nobody can harm you. Carol will protect you and take care of you."
Carol rubbed Lucy's bare back. She reached for the zipper of the girl's skirt, and pulled it down.
She took a step back from Lucy. Tear tracks glistened on Lucy's face. Carol took hold of the skirt, and pulled it down off Lucy's hips.
The skirt rustled as it slid down Lucy's thighs. Lucy wore a simple pair of white, bikini-style panties.
Carol said, "Let's take your hair down, dear."
She pulled out the pins holding Lucy's hair on the top of her head in a prim bun. The long masses of now-freed golden hair tumbled down Lucy's white shoulders, and spilled over her trembling, pink-tipped breasts.
"Beautiful," Carol murmured. "So beautiful.. . "
She leaned forward, and hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of the panties. Lucy shivered as Carol pulled the panties down off her hips and down her legs to her slender ankles.
Carol knelt down as she pulled down the flimsy panties. She reached behind Lucy, and cupped the girl's warm, lush buttocks in her hands.
She rested her face against Lucy's smooth, warm, polished thighs.
Carol was entranced. She rubbed her cheeks against Lucy's tufted pubic bush, so that the tiny, tight-packed curls tickled her flesh.
Lucy felt a spreading warmness, thick and moist, in her pussy.
As she rubbed her face back and forth, Carol lovingly stroked Lucy's ripe buttocks.
Carol put her hands on Lucy's hips, and turned her face so that it was inches away from Lucy's pussy.
Lucy had soft, fleshy pussy lips which were a dusky rose color, darker than the lightly tanned flesh of her thighs.
Carol planted a loving kiss on Lucy's pussy. She pressed her lips against Lucy's labia.
Shivers ran up and down Lucy's spine. Her pink nipples hardened and became erect. They were like pink pebbles pasted to the tips of her soft white breasts.
Carol parted her lips, and her tongue flicked out. She licked the outer lips of Lucy's pussy, covering them with long, slow strokes.
Lucy sighed. She moved her feet farther apart, opening herself to Carol's probing tongue.
Carol licked the center of the slit. Her tongue dipped inside the slot, and ran along the sleek, slippery pink membranes.
Lucy was quite wet. Her pussy dripped with the juices of arousal. Carol licked along the inside, tasting those juices.
They tingled on her tongue, on her taste buds. Lucy reached down and caressed Carol's shoulders.
She said, "Please take off your clothes, Carol. I want to see you naked. I want us to be naked together."
Carol rose up. Her lips and the skin around her mouth were wet with Lucy's juices.
Carol said, "Kiss me."
The two women, standing face to face, kissed. Carol put her hand on Lucy's bottom and fondled her buttocks.
Carol broke off the kiss after a moment. Lucy was very excited, almost breathless. She took quick, panting gasps.
Carol went to the bed and pulled down the blankets, exposing soft white sheets. "Lie down, darling."
Lucy went to the bed and got on it. As she climbed on the mattress, Carol fleetingly fondled her taut thighs.
Lucy was glad to be off her feet. She felt weak in the knees, rubbery legged.
She lay on her back on the bed, with her back propped up against heaps of pillows placed against the headboard.
Carol said, "Look at me, Lucy."
When Lucy was looking at her, Carol began to undress, slowly and sensually, making almost a ritual out of it.
She removed her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a frilly French bra with elaborate lace trimmings on the cups.
Carol reached behind her, and unhooked the back strap of the bra. She slid the shoulder straps off her smooth, wide shoulders.
She pulled the cups off her breasts. Her flesh was white as milk, and her breasts were filled with an elaborate network of tiny, pale blue veins.
Oddly, her nipples were very dark, almost brown. They were hard and jutted out from the tips of her globes of flesh.
There were indentations in her smooth flesh where the support straps had cut in due to the weight of her lush, ripe breasts.
Carol took off her shoes. Her skirt tumbled to the floor. She had a narrow waist, and a rounded navel set like a jewel in the sleek flesh of her flat tummy.
She wore nylons rather than pantyhose. She had on a black lace garter belt whose suspenders were pinned to the dark tops of her nylons.
Over the nylons and her hips she wore a pair of black satin panties, trimmed with lace.
The panties were low cut, and the first curled hairs of her thick black pubic bush could be seen peeping over the top of the elastic waistband.
Lucy sat up in bed, her soft breasts jiggling at the motion. She was delighted by the garments Carol wore.
She reached out and ran her fingertips over the black garter belt. "Oh, I love that!"
"Do you?" Carol smiled.
"It's so very.. . wicked."
"I think so myself," Carol said. "I almost never wear pantyhose. Their practicality is not very sexy, to my way of thinking."
Lucy's fingers brushed the satin panties. She felt as though little sparks were shooting through her fingers at the touch.
She could feel the warmth of Carol's thighs through the panties. Lucy caressed the soft, smooth white skin between the panties and the stocking tops.
Carol said, "You can see that I'm wearing the panties over the nylons. Let me show you why."
She pulled the panties down off her hips, and stepped out of them.
Her pubic bush was a black triangle of hair in the center of her lush, white thighs. Her pussy lips were fleshy and well developed.
Her pussy was framed between the garter belt and the nylons. The combination of dark garments on white flesh was most pleasing to Lucy's artistic eye, and to her libido as well.
She said, "That is so sexy!"
Carol said, "Would you like me to leave the rest of this on for a while?"
"Yes, please do!"
The nylons fit Carol's long legs like a second skin, sheathing them in alluring dark coverings molded to the contours of her thighs and calves.
They rustled as her thighs brushed against each other as she moved to the bed.
Carol climbed on the bed. She lay on her side, facing Lucy. She took Lucy's hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and gently squeezed it.
A wave of pleasure and excitement rushed through Lucy at the touch. She felt her pussy getting wetter inside.
Carol embraced her, and began kissing her. The two women's breasts rubbed against each other, so that their hardened nipples brushed and made contact, exciting them both.
Carol's tongue was insistent and softly demanding in Lucy's mouth. Lucy relaxed, feeling very passive and submissive and peaceful, and let Carol take the lead.
Carol caressed Lucy with broad, slow strokes of her palms. The sensuous contact sent shivers through the blonde girl.
Carol's stockinged legs brushed against Lucy's bare ones. Lucy loved the feel of the nyloned limbs against her flesh.
Carol's head dropped to Lucy's bosom. Carol rubbed her soft cheeks against Lucy's full, firm breasts.
Her tongue flicked out, and rubbed Lucy's nipple. Carol licked both nipples, so that they gleamed with saliva.
Carol placed her lips on Lucy's nipple, and gently sucked on it. Lucy thrilled to the delicious suction.
Carol gently pushed Lucy off her side and on her back, then got on top of her.
Her breasts pressed against Lucy's, flattening both pairs. Lucy spread her long legs.
Carol lay on top of Lucy and passionately kissed her for a while. Her hips pressed against Lucy's.
The thick, jet-black curls of Carol's pussy intertwined with the soft, sand-colored hairs of Lucy's pubic patch.
Lucy reached up and put her hands on Carol's bottom. It was rounded and warm and smooth as butter.
Lucy caressed the soft warm globes while she and Carol kissed. Lucy loved the soft, yielding texture of the buttocks.
Carol broke off the kiss. She murmured, "You are just driving me wild, so that's exactly what I'm going to do to you."
Carol kissed Lucy's breasts, and started working her way down the younger woman's body.
She kissed Lucy's smooth, taut belly. Her pointed tongue circled the rim of Lucy's navel, then dipped inside it for a moment before moving on down below.
She placed her open hands on Lucy's thighs and pushed them open. Kneeling on the bed between Lucy's spread legs, with her own nyloned legs doubled beneath her, Carol lowered her face to Lucy's pussy.
Her dark masses of hair spilled on Lucy's thighs and belly. Her lips pressed against Lucy's soft labia.
Carol stabbed her tongue inside Lucy's pussy. Lucy moaned and wiggled her hips. She was dripping wet inside.
Carol tasted her, running her tongue over the pink membranes, lapping up the juices, and savoring the taste of them on her mouth.
Carol's tongue was like a live thing inside Lucy. It slid up her slit, between her pussy lips, and found her clitoris.
The clitoris was a tiny pearl of flesh. Carol pressed the wet, sleek insides of her lips against the throbbing button.
Lucy moaned.
Carol's tongue flicked out, and licked the clitoris. Each time her tongue passed over it, it was like turning Lucy's sexual thermostat higher and higher.
Lucy was shaking and breathless from the tongue action. She moaned, "Carol...Carol!"
Carol looked up from what she was doing. Her mouth and chin were shiny with Lucy's smeared pussy juices and her own saliva.
She said, "Yes, dear? Is something wrong?"
"No, no, everything's right, incredibly right, but I want to make it better. It doesn't seem fair that you should do me, and that I should get all the pleasure."
"You can't imagine how much pleasure it gives me to make love to a beautiful girl like you," Carol told her.
"But I want to do you, to," Lucy said. "I want both of us to get off!"
"Well," Carol said, smiling, "I certainly can't argue with that! How would you like to do it?"
"Oh, you know you stay on top. Just move around on the bed, so I can do you while you're doing me."
"You are such a sweet child," Carol murmured, as she changed position.
She made a 180-degree turn on the bed. Her face was still poised over Lucy's pussy, but now she was looking at the foot of the bed.
She straddled Lucy's upturned face. Her nyloned legs were on either side of Lucy's head, and her thickly bushed pussy was poised over the younger woman's face.
Lucy reached up and put her hands on Carol's plump buttocks, pulling her down to her.
Carol lowered her hips. She felt Lucy's hot breath rustling the hairs of her pussy.
Lucy's lips pressed against Carol's labia, which were large and fleshy. She extended her tongue up inside Carol.
Carol moaned softly as Lucy ran her tongue inside her pussy. Her face glowing with pleasure, Carol lowered her face to Lucy's pussy, and went back to work.
The room was filled with soft, liquid sounds as the two women ate each other.
Carol's tongue, and Lucy's tongue, licked pleasure into each other's body. Carol was delightfully surprised to discover that Lucy's tongue was skilled and sure, licking her just where and how she wanted to be licked.
As she ate Carol's pussy, Lucy's hands traveled over the older woman's body.
She fondled Carol's bottom. She caressed the soft flesh of her thighs above the stocking tops.
The nyloned legs rubbed against her cheeks. Lucy thrilled to their sensual touch. She ran her fingers along the nyloned legs.
Carol pressed her lips against Lucy's clitoris. Her tongue licked a circle around the button of flesh, then zeroed in on the target.
Lucy's gasps of pleasure were stifled by Carol's pussy. She moved her hips in response to the tongue that lashed pleasure into her clitoris.
Carol pressed her tongue tip against Lucy's clitoris. Lucy felt heat radiating from the tiny button through her pussy.
The fire raced through her thighs and up into her belly. She felt she was being wound tighter and tighter.
The only release she had was to double her efforts to bring Carol to orgasm. Carol began rocking her hips in response to the rhythms of Lucy's tongue.
Lucy came first. The fire in her loins became hotter and hotter until suddenly it exploded inside her head in a white-hot burst of light.
The climax rocked her. Lucy wanted to scream with pleasure. She drummed her heels against the mattress.
Carol was close to the edge, too. Lucy's tongue felt like a live wire in her pussy, jolting her with currents of electric pleasure.
The climax came to Carol. She lifted her wet face from Lucy's pussy, and cried out, "God!"
She squeezed her thighs, pressing them against Lucy's head for a moment as the orgasm rocked her.
Carol's long, swanlike neck was corded with tension, and her face screwed up into an expression of ecstasy.
Her dangling breasts rubbed against Lucy's belly and pussy and thighs.
The moment of release came, flooding Carol with a feeling of blissful delight.
She sighed heavily, causing her heavy breasts to bob and jiggle. Then she opened her thighs and released Lucy's head.
Exhausted and satisfied, Lucy fell back on the damp, sweat-stained sheets. Her face was wet with Carol's juices.
Lucy's breasts trembled as her chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. Her bones felt like they had been dissolved to molten jelly. She was floating on a sea of pleasure.
Carol climbed off her, and collapsed, so that she lay alongside her. Her face was beaded with sweat which plastered her hair down.
As soon as she had recovered her breath, she began wetly kissing Lucy's trembling thighs and pussy and belly.
She whispered, "Oh, you sweet, beautiful lover!"
She turned around, and lay on the bed so that she was face to face with Lucy. She embraced her, and they pressed their bodies together for a kiss.
Their tongues were in each other's mouths, and they tasted their own pussy juices on the other's tongues.
They caressed each other's breasts and backs and bottoms.
Lucy took Carol's hand and guided it between her legs. She closed her thighs on the hand, holding it in place.
Carol kissed Lucy's nipples. They were ultra-sensitive since the orgasm, and the kisses sent Lucy into blushing confusion.
A stir of motion at the foot of the bed caught both their attention.
It was King. The big black dog had risen up from the position where he had been, and climbed up on the bed.
The canine's shining pelt rubbed against Lucy's bare legs, tickling them. Tickling them, and something more.
The contact with the gleaming pelt sent hundreds of tiny needles of pleasurable sensation through Lucy.
Carol said, "King! What are you doing here?"
"Maybe he felt left out," Lucy said.
Carol wrapped her arms around the hound's thick neck. King's eyes were alert and intelligent.
Carol's hard-nippled breasts rubbed against the animal's body. King opened his mouth, and his tongue dropped out.
He licked his tongue over Carol's breasts. Carol said, laughing, "See? I told you he was a naughty dog!"
CHAPTER THREE
Carol and Lucy met on a Friday. Lucy spent the entire weekend at Carol's apartment.
They didn't even bother to go out. Nothing they could do would be as exciting and delightful as exploring the secrets of each other's bodies and minds.
They did a lot of exploring. Lucy felt as though she were in a dream of sex. She rarely bothered to put clothes on, since she would only take them off soon enough.
She and Carol made love in every room in the apartment. They made love in the bedroom, the living room, the den even the dining room and kitchen.
Carol was an excellent gourmet cook. Lucy could hardly boil an egg, but she loved to sit in the kitchen and watch Carol prepare their meals.
Sometimes Carol would be nude, except for a frilly apron. Lucy would be naked, too.
She loved to surprise Carol. Carol might be chopping up vegetables at the cutting board, for instance, when Lucy would quietly slip up behind her.
Lucy would kneel on the floor, and the first that Carol would know of her presence would be Lucy's face pressing against her nude bottom.
Carol would try to continue, while Lucy would try to distract her. While Carol fought to maintain her concentration, Lucy would lick her bottom.
Lucy would apply broad, loving strokes of her tongue on Carol's lush buttocks,, leaving glistening trails of saliva on the fleshy globes.
If Carol was still resisting, Lucy would devilishly part Carol's bottom cheeks, and slowly lick the inside of her crack.
Carol would squirm and sigh. Sometimes, that would be enough for her to stop what she was doing.
If it wasn't, Lucy would circle Carol's brown, puckered, tiny anus with her tongue tip.
As Carol's concentration weakened, Lucy would follow it up thrusting her tongue deep into Carol's tight-packed anus.
At this point, Carol's resistance generally crumbled, and she would stop what she was doing to take care of Lucy.
She would turn around, and look down at Lucy kneeling on the floor, with her face all wet.
Carol would say something like, "Since you're so eager to use that tongue of yours, we might as well put it to work."
She would lift the frilly apron, revealing her nude hips and naked pussy. She would put her hands on the back of Lucy's head, and pull the younger woman's face into her pussy.
Often, they would get so hot that they couldn't be bothered with going to the bedroom. More than once, Carol took Lucy right there on the kitchen floor.
Sometimes, this would have amusing consequences. Once, while Carol was slicing a filet of steak into thin strips, Lucy distracted her so much that Carol stopped what she was doing, and used her mouth on Lucy's pussy to drive Lucy wild with desire.
While they were doing it, though, the alert King seized the opportunity to steal the meat.
He raised himself up on two legs, placing his forepaws on the counter. He grabbed the steak in his mouth while Carol and Lucy were entwined in the postures of desire.
They saw King trot out of the kitchen with the steak clenched between his jaws, chomping as he ran.
It was so comical that neither of them could be mad at the dog.
In fact, King was almost like a third member of their group. Many times the dog would sit in a sunny corner of the room, watching interestedly as Carol and Lucy contorted themselves with passion.
Lucy had grown up on a farm, and been around dogs all her life, so she quickly warmed to the big dog's presence.
She found that King indeed lived like a canine king. Rather than being fed dog food, he was fed juicy steaks.
Carol could afford it easily, and she loved to lavish affection on her pet.
The first night, when Carol and Lucy, exhausted from an evening of lovemaking, turned out the lights to go to sleep, Lucy was surprised when King hopped up in the bed.
Carol said, "King always sleeps with me. I hope that doesn't disturb you. If you'd like, I could have him sleep on the floor."
"Oh, please don't do that," Lucy said. "After all, it's his home, not mine, and I wouldn't want to disrupt his routine. Besides, he's kind of like a big, cuddly teddy bear, only better."
Carol kissed her. "I'm so glad that you love animals. I must confess that I would find it hard to be friends, not to mention lovers, with anyone who didn't like dogs."
"I know what you mean. Personally, this may sound a little strange, but I actually like most dogs a lot more than I like most people."
"That doesn't sound strange to me at all," Carol assured her.
They kissed some more, but they were light, brushing kisses. They had made passionate love all night, and were most exhausted.
King slept between them. His body was warm and furry and cute. He rested his head on Lucy's thighs. She stroked his massive head until she fell asleep.
It was quite a weekend. Carol and Lucy seemed to provoke each other's desires. Lucy felt positively wanton.
On the rare occasion she put on clothes, it was only to enjoy the sensation of being undressed by Carol's strong hands.
On Saturday afternoon, Lucy put on her skirt, only her skirt. She was nude from the waist up. Her lush breasts jiggled as she moved.
Carol was talking on the phone, making some important calls. Lucy felt like doing a bit of mischief.
She stood where Carol could see her. Leaning against the wall, she lifted the hem of her skirt, raising it to her waist.
She wasn't wearing any panties. Carol's eyes widened, and she had to say to the caller on the phone, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite make out the last thing you said. Would you repeat it, please?"
She couldn't take her eyes off Lucy. Lucy spread her feet shoulder-width apart, and pressed her nude bottom against the wall. It was cool and slick against her flesh.
Carol was trying to get the details of an art auction being held in Munich. But her concentration was severely hampered when Lucy's hand dropped to her own pussy and began fondling it.
Smiling wickedly, Lucy stroked her pussy lips. Her fingers parted her labia and pressed against her clitoris at the top of her slit.
Carol's dark eyes glittered. Her pink tongue ran over her lips, moistening them.
Lucy stroked her pussy. She sighed. One hand went to her breast. She cupped the mound of flesh, and teased her nipple erect.
Carol paused, putting her hand over the receiver's mouthpiece. "Oh, are you going to get it when I get off the phone, you little wanton!"
"I hope so," Lucy said with a husky voice.
She fondled her own breasts and stroked her pussy while poor Carol tried to complete her telephone call.
Somehow, Carol managed to get the information she needed. She finished the call, hung up the receiver.
Rolling up her sleeves, she started toward Lucy. "That was very, very naughty! I'm going to make you pay for that!"
Lucy licked her lips and said provocatively, "What are you going to do?"
"I've got a good mind to give you a spanking!"
"Oh, yeah?" Lucy took her hand out of her pussy. Her fingers were wet. She stuck them in her mouth and sucked on them.
Carol came to her. She put her palms against the wall on either side of Lucy, holding her between them.
Carol's eyes shone, and her face was flushed and excited. "Yes, I think a spanking is exactly what you need!"
Lucy said, "I think a spanking might be just what the doctor ordered for you, Carol!"
Lucy and Carol playfully started to wrestle, giggling and laughing. It wasn't much of a match, because every time they went into a clinch, they would fondle each other's breasts and buttocks.
Laughing, they lurched clumsily across the living room. Carol was stronger than Lucy, but Lucy was more agile.
Somehow, Lucy got behind Carol, and wrapped her arms around her in a bear hug. Her bare breasts rubbed against Carol's sweater, chafing her nipples and causing them to harden.
Panting and laughing, weak with laughter, Lucy forced Carol forward, causing her to bend face down over a chair arm.
Lucy lifted Carol's long skirt, and pulled down her panties.
Carol gasped, "All right, I give up! You win!"
"That's right, and now you'll have to be punished," Lucy laughed. "I never spanked a grown-up lady before, but I surely don't mind learning!"
Carol teasingly wiggled her nude bottom. Lucy raised her open hand, and tightened her grip around Carol's waist.
Lucy raised her hand high, to deliver a stinging swat to Carol's behind.
King loped into view. He growled ominously.
Lucy started to bring her hand down, and King growled again, even louder.
Lucy let her hand drop down to her side, without swatting Carol's plump buttocks.
King stopped growling, but remained poised in an attitude of alertness.
"Uh-oh," Lucy said. "I don't think King wants me to spank you."
Carol wiggled free from Lucy. A broad smile was on her face. She pulled her panties back on her bottom, and lowered her skirt.
She patted King on the head. "That's my good doggie. He won't let anybody hurt his mistress, even though we're just playing."
The dog beamed, and his ears lifted. He settled down on his paws.
Carol turned to Lucy. "Of course, that doesn't mean that I can't spank you!"
"Now, wait a minute, Carol-"
Carol took hold of Lucy's wrist. "Yes, I think a spanking is perfectly in order for you, my dear!"
Lucy started to resist. King rose up on his paws, and growled.
Lucy moaned in mock anguish, "It isn't fair! It's two against one you and King against me! I can beat you in a fair fight, but not the both of you!"
"I guess you'll have to get your own dog," Carol said.
"I guess so!"
"But until you do, it looks like I'll be the one giving the spankings, and you'll be the one taking them!"
Still holding Lucy's wrist, Carol sat down on the velvet-covered couch. She wore a black turtleneck sweater, and a long brown suede skirt which reached to her ankles.
The skirt was slit up the sides, all the way to the tops of her thighs.
Carol said, "Make sure she stays here, King."
She released Lucy, and stood up.
Lucy said, "He can't be that smart!"
"No?" Carol laughed. "Try walking away, and see what happens!"
Lucy took a tentative step to the side. The dog growled louder, and moved toward her.
Lucy quickly stepped back to where she had been standing. The dog relaxed and sat down again, keeping a wary eye on her.
Carol patted Lucy's rump. You just stay right here, and think about the spanking I'm going to give you! I'll be right back."
Carol crossed the living room, and disappeared into the bedroom.
Lucy said, "Nice doggie.. . good doggie."
She patted King's head. The canine licked her hand sloppily with his big tongue.
"That's a good, sweet doggie," she said. But when she tried to take a step away, King growled again.
"Okay, okay," Lucy said. "I'm not going anywhere. Take it easy."
Carol returned a few minutes later. The sweater had been removed. She wore a black bra, the brown suede skirt, and black leather boots. She carried a leather bag the size of a large pocketbook.
The bra was made of black satin trimmed with lace embroidery. There was a tiny satin bow between the two bra cups, and the bra itself was underwired to give better support.
It plumped up Carol's full, heavy breasts, lifting them and creating a breathtaking cleavage. Her nipples were hard and outlined against the satin cups.
The black leather boots were bright and polished, and reflected lights formed shiny bars in the hard, gleaming surfaces.
The boots had sharp, pointed toes, high arches, and stiletto heels which made the already tall Carol tower over Lucy.
Since the skirt was slit on the side, Lucy could see that the boots came up to Carol's knees.
Carol put down the leather bag, and opened the top of it. She reached inside, and took out a length of velvet cord.
She said, "Put your hands behind your back."
"Why?"
"Because you're such a strong and spirited girl, that I don't want to risk you turning the tables and overpowering me."
"With your faithful dog around, I wouldn't try that!"
"Just the same your hands."
Carol took hold of Lucy's arms, and put them behind the girl's back, crossing the wrists.
She made a loop in the velvet cord, threw it over Lucy's hands, and pulled it tight against her wrists tight enough to secure her, but not so tight that it cut into the flesh.
Carol knotted the cord and checked the knot to make certain that it would hold. It would, and did.
"Why, Carol," Lucy murmured, "I never knew you were so kinky!"
"There's a lot you don't know about me, but you're going to find out!"
"That sounds like fun."
"Oh, it will be.. . eventually. I mean, it'll be fun for me the whole time, and it will eventually be fun for you but first, you're going to be spanked!"
"Now that I'm tied up, and King is keeping his eyes on me, I see that I can't resist."
"Resistance is useless," Carol said. "Naughty girls must learn to take their punishment like grown-up ladies."
Carol lifted her skirt to her waist. She had removed her panties in the bedroom, and she was beautifully naked.
She sat down so that her naked bottom rested on the velvet cushions of the couch. She arranged her skirt so that her thighs and pussy were bare.
She pulled Lucy to her. "Down you go, my dear."
She pulled Lucy face down across her lap. The undersides of Lucy's bare breasts rested and rubbed against Carol's taut thigh.
Lucy's long blonde hair fell down over her face, partially veiling her vision with golden strands.
Carol moved Lucy around on her lap, putting her into the best position for a spanking.
She lifted Lucy's plaid skirt, exposing her nude bottom. She pushed up the skirt, bunching it up on Lucy's back.
She placed Lucy's bound hands on the skirt, to hold it in place.
"Now, you're in position, and ready for punishment," Carol said. She smiled with delicious anticipation.
Lucy said, "This is really very humiliating, Carol. I haven't been spanked since I was a little girl."
"Then you're long overdue for a bottom thrashing. And what a gorgeous bottom you have to thrash!"
Carol put her hands on that gorgeous bottom. She kneaded the soft warm buttocks, pressing them together, pulling them apart, stroking and caressing the tender flesh.
She reached into her leather bag, which was on the sofa and close to her. From inside it she took a leather strap.
The strap was about fifteen inches long, and two inches wide, and quite hefty. She dangled it in front of Lucy's face.
Shocked, Lucy said, "Carol! You're not going to use that on me, are you?"
"What did you expect?" Carol said. "You didn't think that I was only going to let you off with a hand spanking, did you?"
"But I was only going to use my hand on you!"
"This will teach you to respect your elders, dear and especially not to distract them when they're making important trans-Atlantic telephone calls!"
Carol continued, "But don't worry, I'm not a brute or a sadist. I'm just going to warm up that sweet bottom of yours a bit."
She circled her arm around Lucy's slender waist, holding her tightly. She let the leather strap dangle against Lucy's buttocks.
Carol raised the strap, and brought it down on Lucy's bottom. She was spanking for erotic thrills, rather than as real punishment, so she didn't use too heavy a hand on the blonde beauty.
Still, the leather strap cracked against Lucy's buttocks, leaving red imprints where it struck.
It stung, and there were loud, smacking sounds whenever leather struck flesh.
Lucy moaned and wiggled on Carol's lap. The strap stung, and Lucy made tiny, breathless cries when it struck her.
Carol held the wriggling girl tighter, and continued to apply the strap to her bottom.
Both she and Lucy got into their respective roles of disciplinarian and Victim, and the scene got a bit real.
By the time that Carol finally stopped strapping her, Lucy's bottom blushed a deep rose color.
Lucy's eyes were moist. She wasn't actually crying, but tears threatened to spill from her eyes at any moment.
Carol had given her a good fifty strokes in all. She had originally only planned to give her half that number.
However, despite Lucy's moans and soft sighs, Carol sensed that the girl was turned on by this light venture into S&M pleasures.
Carol knew that she was excited. Her pussy was so wet with juices that it was dripping.
Carol let the fiftieth stroke just fall lightly on Lucy's bottom. Lucy was all tensed up, and the lightness of the stroke caught her by surprise.
Carol said, "That makes fifty in all. I hope that you've learned your lesson, dear."
"Owwww! Carol, that really hurt!"
"Don't worry, I'll kiss it and make it all better. But first, you may kiss the strap as a sign of your submission."
Carol held the leather strap in front of Lucy's face. Lucy raised her head and brushed her puckered pink lips against the black leather.
Carol said, "Now, you must thank me for taking the time and trouble to discipline you, dear."
"You mean I have to thank you for spanking me?"
"You must thank me like a good, obedient girl who's learned her lesson," Carol said.
Lucy said, "Oooooh, Carol, if that dog of yours wasn't here, I'd take you over my lap and tan your hide!"
"Ah, but my dog is here, and here you are over my lap." Carol swatted Lucy once more on the buttocks.
Carol said, "If you don't want to have to take another fifty, I strongly recommend that you thank me in as polite and ladylike a fashion as possible!"
Lucy said, "Carol, I forget it. Never mind. Uh, thank you for spanking me, Carol. I really deserved it."
"You're so very welcome, my dear," Carol said.
She placed her hand on Lucy's bottom. Lucy moaned. The reddened flesh was warm to Carol's touch.
Carol said, "Your bottom's hot. I wonder if the rest of you is? Let's find out, shall we?"
She parted Lucy's thighs, and reached between her legs for her hairy pussy.
Lucy sighed, "Now this is more like it!"
Carol rubbed her knuckles against the soft, dusky labia. Lucy shivered and wriggled on her lap.
Carol slipped her finger between the pussy lips. There was no resistance. Lucy was saturated with moisture.
Carol's finger easily slid in deep, up to the knuckle. She wriggled it around, sloshing it in the juices.
She said, "Why, Lucy, you're so wet you're positively dripping! You naughty child I see that being spanked turned you on more than you wanted to admit!"
"Well.. . " sighed Lucy, "I'm not responsible for the way my body reacts!"
"Oh, you're too wanton for me, Lucy. You need special treatment. Come to think of it, I could use some special treatment myself!"
Carol helped Lucy off her lap. Carol mischievously fondled Lucy's sore bottom as she eased the blonde off her thighs.
Lucy knelt on the floor, facing Carol. Her head was on a level with Carol's black-bushed pussy.
Carol spread her booted legs wide, so that Lucy was kneeling between them.
She reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. She took it off, and her lush breasts dangled free, with fat, erect pink nipples.
Carol's hands drifted down to her pussy. She ran her index finger over the soft, fleshy lips.
"Uh-oh," Lucy said, "I think I know what comes next."
"What comes next, sweetness, is that you make me come with your mouth!"
Carol reached behind Lucy's golden head, and pulled the younger girl's face into her pussy.
She didn't have to pull very hard. Lucy was eager and ready. She licked her lips as Carol brought her head down to her crotch.
Carol was rewarded by some of the best tonguing she had yet received from Lucy, and that meant some of the best tonguing she had ever received, period.
She was hot and wet from spanking the girl, and her juices were flowing. Lucy's blonde hair brushed her thighs and belly as Lucy licked and chewed and rubbed and tongued her pussy.
Carol leaned back against the seat cushions. She tilted her head backward. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her lips parted with a heavy sigh.
While Lucy ate her, Carol played with her own breasts. She fondled them, pinched her nipples erect, and toyed with them.
Lucy's limber tongue rubbed her clitoris. The clitoris was soon pulsing and throbbing.
The muscles in Carol's thighs were flexed and corded. She contracted them in responsive rhythm to the insistent penetration on Lucy's tongue in her slit.
Carol was so excited that it didn't take her long to come. When her climax arrived, it rolled over her with the force of an express train.
Carol made a high, wailing cry at the instant of orgasm. Her booted feet left the floor as she extended her legs in the air, out in front of her.
She held them straight out as her orgasm hit her with convulsive fury. She clutched her breasts so tightly that masses of soft flesh oozed between her fingers.
She felt like she was melting as the heat of orgasm flooded through her.
As the full force of the orgasm broke and ebbed, Carol slowly lowered her legs, until her high, spiked heel once more rested on the floor.
She whispered, "Damn! That was so good!"
Lucy looked up at her. Carol's juices made her face shine.
Lucy rested her soft, reddened bottom on her heels, sitting on them as she knelt before Carol with her legs folded under her.
Carol leaned forward. She took Lucy's wet face in her hands and passionately kissed her on the mouth, tasting her own juices.
She said, "Lucy, that was so good, so sweet I think that I should spank you more often!"
"I wouldn't mind," Lucy confessed shyly. "I love everything you do to me."
"Everything."
"Everything!"
"Well see," Carol said, smiling secretively. "I've only just begun to start working on you, honey!"
"Well, don't stop now!"
"I won't," Carol assured her.
Carol stood up. The force of the orgasm left her feeling a bit weak in the knees, and she had to steady herself for a moment by gripping the sofa arm.
Carol took off her skirt, and draped it over the back of the sofa. She was nude, except for the black leather boots which covered her legs from her knees to her toes. Lucy waited.
CHAPTER FOUR
She did not have to wait long.
Carol rummaged through her black bag. "I can see that ordinary means won't be enough to subdue a wanton girl like you, Lucy. So, I'll have to use extraordinary methods."
Lucy said, "What do you mean?"
"You'll see," Carol said teasingly. "Oh, how you'll see!"
Carol took an object out of the bag. She turned her back to Lucy, and held it so that Lucy couldn't see what it was.
Carol looked very lovely and very kinky. Her long black hair spilled down her on her shoulders like a mass of shadows.
Her back was lovely, and shaped like an hourglass. It was wide at the shoulders, narrowing to a slender waist, then widening once more into lush and lovely hips.
Her bottom was wide and plump, a pair of perfectly matched white globes, split down the center by the crack of her ass.
The soft bottom cheeks rippled and jiggled as she moved. They were supported by her taut, muscular thighs.
Her white thighs dropped down into the gleaming, black leather boots which began just below her knees.
The spiked heels were six inches long, and Carol poised effortlessly on them. The heels accented the contours of her legs, making them even more lovely and alluring.
Carol busied herself with the object she had taken from the bag. Lucy wondered what she was doing.
She saw Carol adjust a pair of long, thin leather straps on her hips, positioning them so that one strap crossed her waist, and the other straps passed just below the bottom of the cheeks of her ass and under her crotch.
Carol turned around so that she faced Lucy. The blonde girl gasped in surprise.
Carol wore a long, flesh-colored dildo. It dangled obscenely from her hips, bobbing slightly as she moved.
Lucy said, "Carol! What on earth is that for?! "
Carol grinned wickedly. "I told you that I'd have to use extraordinary methods on you, Lucy. I'm going to fuck you."
"Now, just a minute, Carol-"
Carol picked up the leather strap, and tapped it ominously against her palm. "I thought you learned your lesson, dear."
"I did, but-"
"No ifs, ands, or buts, child. I'm going to fuck your pussy. Of course, if you need more convincing, I can give you fifty more strokes -or a hundred and fifty. Whatever it takes to make you obey."
Lucy sighed. "You're really taking this thing seriously."
"That's the only way to take it. And that's the only way to take you, too."
Carol bent down and swatted Lucy on the behind. "On your feet, girl!"
"Owww! You don't have to hit my ass anymore, Carol. It's obvious that you've got the whip hand here. I'll do what you say."
"That's my good girl. Now, come on, up you go."
Carol put her hand under Lucy's arm, and lifted her to her feet. Lucy shook her head in disbelief.
"I can't believe that you're going to use that on me," she said.
"You'll believe it soon enough!"
"I'd like to use it on you," Lucy said, ruefully. She looked down at King, who seemed to be watching the proceedings with interest.
She said, "This is all your fault. If it wasn't for you giving Carol an unfair advantage, I'd be doing this to her. Thanks a lot!"
The dog barked. Lucy said quickly, "Okay, okay, don't get excited."
Carol put her arm around Lucy's shoulders. The dangling dildo bumped and rubbed against Lucy's thighs and bottom.
Carol said, "You look so yummy, that I can't wait to take you into the bedroom. I'm going to do it to you right in here!"
She led Lucy behind the sofa. She placed her hand on Lucy's naked back, and pushed forward. "Bend over."
Lucy bent forward from the waist until her tummy rested on the back of the sofa, and her upper body hung directly over it.
Her long blonde hair spilled down onto the cushions. The undersides of her firm breasts rubbed against the velvet-covered couch, a sensual feeling which thrilled her.
Carol said, "Spread your feet apart, so I can get at you, my dear ah, that's the way!"
Lucy spread her feet shoulder width apart. Carol stood behind her, resting her hands on Lucy's bottom, which was still warm from the spanking.
"First," Carol said, "I'll have to get you ready."
Carol knelt down behind Lucy. She stuck out her tongue, and licked a broad stroke on Lucy's left buttock.
"Well," Lucy sighed, "at least this getting ready part is nice.. . "
Carol fondled Lucy's buttocks as she applied her tongue to them. Slowly and tantalizingly, she licked every square inch of the white globes, so that they shone with saliva.
Then, when she was finished with the outside, she parted the bottom cheeks, exposed the dark crack between them, and began licking inside of that.
She tongued the rim of Lucy's puckered brown asshole, then thrust her tongue deep inside.
Lucy sighed deeply. Her hands were still bound behind her back. There was nothing she could do but wiggle her bottom and moan softly.
Carol turned her attention lower. While she tongued Lucy's anus, she began massaging the blonde's clitoris.
The combination of the hot, wet tongue in her ass, and Carol's fingers rubbing fire into her pussy, was quite devastating to Lucy.
Carol slipped her finger into Lucy's pussy. It was wet with juices, and Carol slid her finger in and out, simulating the thrusting penetration of a penis.
Carol pressed her face against Lucy, and licked her labia. She tongued the fleshy lips, leaving them glistening with saliva.
Carol stood up. Lucy said, "Go ahead, fuck me now. I couldn't ever be more ready!"
Carol took a jar of lubricant out of her leather bag. She unscrewed the cap, dipped her fingers into the jelly, and scooped out a fat dollop of the stuff.
Lucy said, "What are you waiting for?"
"My, my, you are impatient, aren't you? For your information, miss, I'm greasing this thing up so it will slide right into you."
"Oh."
Carol smeared the oily goo on the dildo, greasing up the head and the shaft so that they glistened with the stuff.
Carol spread her feet shoulder width apart and took up a position behind Lucy. The dildo pointed at the blonde's pussy like an arrow aiming at a target.
Carol said, "I wish you could see how you look right now, dear."
"How do I look?"
"Exquisitely charming, and eminently fuckable. Your legs are pale white, and then suddenly your ass is a bright, deep red."
"Well, you should know the reason for that!"
"I certainly do, and I've rarely enjoyed spanking a naughty girl more.. . especially after that fine tonguing you gave me when I put you off my lap."
Carol rubbed the dildo head against Lucy's pussy lips. The dildo head pushed back the labia, exposing glistening pink membranes, wet and dripping.
"Oh yes," Carol said, "you most certainly are ready for a fucking."
Gripping the base of the dildo, she pressed the dildo head between the pussy lips.
Greased as it was, and wet as Lucy was, the dildo easily glided between the labia, and up into Lucy.
"Ooooooooooooh!" Lucy sighed.
Carol leaned forward, into the blonde. The dildo shaft disappeared as it slid up between the fleshy lips.
Lucy arched her back, and lifted her belly clear of the back of the sofa as she was penetrated.
She craned her neck, cording the muscles in it. Her breasts dangled free. The nipples were hard and pink.
Carol gripped Lucy's hips, and gently pushed the dildo deep into her. Lucy moaned softly.
Carol pulled backward. The dildo slid out, until only the head of it remained inside the pussy lips.
Slowly, surely, and sensually, Carol repeated the in-and-out motion, fucking Lucy with the dildo.
As she penetrated the blonde, Carol amused herself (and Lucy) by fondling the girl's breasts and buttocks.
She took Lucy's nipples between her fingers, and squeezed them gently, leaning into her with the dildo at the same time.
Some of the jellied lubricant was still smeared on Carol's fingers. The goo got on Lucy's nipples, and made them slippery and oily so that they rolled and glided between Carol's fingers.
Toying with Lucy's nipples with one hand, Carol reached under Lucy and groped for her clitoris.
She found it, and launched a combination that drove Lucy while.
As she fucked Lucy with the dildo, she squeezed Lucy's nipples, and simultaneously massaged her clitoris with greasy fingers.
Lucy's throbbing clitoris felt like a fleshy marble in oil. Lucy's face was creased with excitement; sweat beaded up on her forehead.
Lucy rocked her hips, moving them in response to the penetrating dildo as it moved in and out of her.
It was more the stimulation of her clitoris than anything else which made Lucy come.
Her orgasm was convulsive, liberating. Lucy's eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened into a wide, moaning O.
She arched her back, raising her middle completely free of the back of the sofa. Carol's probing fingers rubbed her clitoris even as Lucy wailed with the fury of her climax.
Carol thrust deep into the girl, burying the dildo inside her so that Lucy's labia pressed against the base of the shaft.
Lucy made a high, wavering cry. She gasped, "Carol please, no more, it's too intense -OH, GOD!"
Lucy shrieked wordlessly as she came. Carol stopped massaging her clitoris, but she continued to fondle Lucy's breasts.
Lucy shook and shivered like a high-voltage electric current was running through her. Sweat poured off her face and fell in fat drops on the velvet cushions.
Lucy was like a bow whose string has been drawn back to the farthest notch, then suddenly released to let the arrow fly.
Carol's lovemaking had pulled the string taut. Lucy's orgasm was the releasing of the string, the easing of tension.
And the blinding white light of orgasm pierced her brain like an arrow.
Lucy slumped forward, drained. Her shoulders heaved and her rib cage expanded as she labored to catch her breath.
Carol switched tactics. She fondled Lucy's bottom gently and lovingly, and laid broad, soothing caresses on the girl's trembling thighs.
Carol kissed Lucy and murmured spft, soothing phrases. She stroked Lucy while the girl hung down on the back of the sofa, trembling in ecstasy.
Carol reached behind her and unstrapped the dildo from her body. She moved back a step, and the straps fell away and hung dangling.
The dildo was still deeply inserted inside Lucy. The hanging straps brushed the backs of her thighs.
Lucy looked up with blurred eyes. "Ooooh, Carol.. . I that was the most the best -Carol, I aaaaaaah."
Words failed her. The only thing Lucy could do was sigh deeply.
Carol said, "You look like you could use a rest, dear."
"I can hardly stand up.. . "
"Time to put you into bed." Carol reached under Lucy and fondled her breasts. Then she lifted the girl, so that she stood straight up.
Lucy's face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed and shining. She leaned against Carol and began planting wet kisses on the brunette's face and neck and shoulders.
Carol said, "Save that for the bedroom, Lucy. Come on, let's get you to bed."
"You're not going to leave this thing in me.. . or are you?"
"If you don't want it there, you can just take it out."
"But my hands are tied!"
"Looks like it'll have to stay there for a while," Carol said, smiling wickedly.
"Carol, you are such a meanie! I can't wait until I have the chance to turn the tables on you!"
"Dream on, little girl, dream on. Speaking of which, let's get you to bed."
Carol put her arm around Lucy's waist, and assisted her to the bedroom.
Lucy gasped, "I can feel that thing moving around inside me!"
The dildo worked partially out of Lucy while she walked, but there was still enough of the artificial cock inside her to remain lodged without falling out.
Lucy stood by the side of the bed with her hands tied behind her back. Carol opened the closet door, knelt down, and rummaged through some stuff at the bottom of it.
She came out with some lengths of rope and laid them on the bed. They were the thin kind of rope most often used for clothesline, and also used by the knowledgable for bondage and restraint purposes.
Lucy sighed, "Aren't you going to let me go now, Carol?"
"I'm hardly through with you yet, my pretty one," Carol grinned.
"Well, if what's going to happen is anywhere near as good as what you've already done, you can keep me in ropes forever."
Carol kissed her. "Don't think I wouldn't like to, either."
Carol stood behind Lucy. Her strong fingers deftly untied the knots in the velvet cord binding Lucy's wrists together.
The cord dropped free. Lucy rubbed her wrists, and looked boldly at Carol. "Hmmmm.. . what's to stop me from overpowering you, and tying you down to the bed?"
"Nothing.. . except King here."
The dog barked when his name was spoken.
"Say no more," Lucy said quickly.
"I'm so glad that you decided to be reasonable," Carol said.
She pulled the blankets down to the foot of the bed. She patted the mattress and said, "Lie down now."
"Can I please take this thing out of me now?" Lucy asked.
"You may not, but I will take it out for you," Carol replied.
She took hold of the dildo, and slowly, teasingly withdrew it from inside Lucy's pussy.
The knobbed head of it caused Lucy's labia to bulge outward slightly, as though she were reluctant to release it.
It finally came loose from Lucy. Carol put it down on the night table.
Lucy said, "Okay, master, what do I do next?"
"Lie down on your back, with your hands above your head."
Lucy obeyed the command. She said, "Ouch!" when she sat down on her red, spanked bottom.
"Still feeling a bit tender, eh?" Carol chuckled.
"And how!" Lucy raised her buttocks from the mattress, and rubbed them. "It'll hurt me to sit down for the next few days."
"And every time you sit down on your poor little ass, you'll think of Carol."
Leaning over the bed, Carol put her palms on Lucy's breasts and pushed the girl down on her back.
Carol climbed on the bed, holding the ropes. She straddled Lucy's hips, resting lightly on them, her buttocks resting on Lucy's thighs.
She pushed Lucy's hands up behind her head, and tied them to the headboard.
When the last knot was tied, Carol said, "Now I've got you where I want you!"
She moved down on the bed. She took hold of Lucy's slender ankles, and spread the girl's legs wide open.
"Carol, what are you going to do now?"
"You'll find out," Carol promised.
Carol made a loop in one end of a rope, and slipped it around Lucy's ankle. She pulled it tight, then tied the other end to a post at the foot of the bed.
She repeated the process with Lucy's other ankle. The result was that Lucy was bound to the bed with her legs spread wide open.
Carol took a pillow. "Raise your ass up, Lucy."
When Lucy did so, Carol slid the pillow under her bottom. This made Lucy's hips and crotch the most elevated part of her body.
Carol took a step back, and surveyed her handiwork. As she stared down at the beautifully bound naked girl, she very much liked what she saw.
Carol spread her legs, and rested her hands on her hips. Lucy said, "What are you going to do now, Carol?"
"I'm not going to do a thing. But someone else will.. . or, I should say, something else will."
"Huh."
"King!" Carol called. The big black dog obediently trotted to her side and licked her hand sloppily.
Carol said, "You know, they call the dog 'man's best friend'. But as I know, and as you're going to find out very, very shortly, the dog is really woman's best friend!"
"Carol, no!" Lucy was really shocked.
"King! Up on the bed, boy!" Carol said.
The black dog nimbly hopped on the mattress. He was a big dog, with wide, powerful shoulders, large paws, and a weight that was well over a hundred and twenty pounds.
King stood on the bed between Lucy's bound legs. His weight made the mattress sink beneath him.
Lucy twisted in her bonds. But Carol hadn't been fooling around when she tied Lucy she meant business.
Lucy strained against the ropes, but couldn't get free. "Carol, wait, please!"
Carol sat down on the bed beside Lucy's head. King waited for his mistress to give him the signal to proceed.
Lucy wailed, "Carol, I'm scared!"
Carol reassuringly patted her cheek, and fondly smoothed her hair. "Don't be silly, dear. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"But, Carol a dog?! "
"Lucy, do you trust me?"
"Yes, of course, but I'm afraid and-"
"You know I wouldn't do anything that would really hurt you."
"I know that, but.. . " Lucy's words trailed off.
King opened his mouth. His sharp teeth were white as aged ivory. His tongue hung down, long and pointed and broad.
Tiny beaded drops of saliva dripped off King's tongue, wetting the bed.
Lucy said, "Carol, this is crazy! I can't do it with a dog!"
Carol said, "Listen, Lucy. Take my word for it, it's one of the wildest kicks of them all! There's nothing like it!"
"I can believe that," Lucy said.
"You're an artist. You've got an open mind, you're eager for new experiences, right?"
"Well, yes, within reason. But I never, never did it with a dog!"
"Really?" Carol scoffed. "You grew up on a farm. You told me that you had dogs around you all your life. Can you honestly tell me that you never, never had a dog fool around with you at all, not in any way?"
Carol stared down at her, waiting. Lucy was about to say, "Of course I didn't!", but then a deeply buried childhood memory, buried until this moment, surfaced in her mind.
She remembered the beautiful male collie, Jeff, who had roamed and romped on her folks farm.
Once, when she was ten years old, her folks had gone into town on a hot summer Saturday.
Her brother was home, but his girlfriend had come to visit him, so he wasn't paying much attention to little Lucy.
Lucy had been in pigtails. She was in the barn with Jeff, the collie. The smell of hay was heavy in the air, and slanted sunlight shafted through spaces in the walls of the barn.
Feeling devilish and wicked and sinful, knowing it was wrong, little Lucy had taken down her pants and laid down in a pile of hay and called Jeff to her.
The collie seemed to have almost human intelligence in his limpid brown eyes. He had nuzzled Lucy's thighs with his long-snouted, cold nose.
It tickled, but the tickling excited her. Jeff started licking her with his long tongue. Lucy clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling her giggles.
As if he knew what she wanted, Jeff licked her little pussy. The only thing Lucy could recall that felt that good was when her mommy would leave her alone in the bathtub, and Lucy would rub a bar of wet soap against her pussy.
That felt real good too, and Lucy was always very careful not to let her mommy catch her doing it.
Her mommy had never told her not to, but Lucy knew she would surely get a licking with the hair brush, or maybe even with daddy's belt if she got caught.
And that was only for the soap. She knew that if she should ever get caught doing what she was doing with Jeff, she would get the strap for certain.
She couldn't believe how good it felt to have the collie's tongue lapping at her little slit.
So good.. . so good.. . Carol said, "Well?"
Lucy's thoughts were snapped back from her memories of the past, to the present.
She said, "Well, what?"
Carol said, "Tell me that you never had your doggie lick you and play with you when you were a little girl."
Lucy shook her head. "I'm not saying."
"That's the same as saying, 'Yes', " Carol said, smiling triumphantly. "And that means that I've had enough of your silliness, Lucy! I know what you want better than you know yourself."
She commanded her dog, "Lick it, King!"
King nudged his long snout between Lucy's legs. His cold, wet nose rubbed against Lucy's tender labia.
Lucy wailed, "Carol, he won't bite, will he?"
"Oh, Lucy, don't be idiotic!" Carol said impatiently.
King went to work. His tongue was about three times the size of a human tongue. It unfolded and laid across Lucy's pussy lips.
Lucy gasped at the contact. The tongue covered her pussy. King lapped at her like he was licking up a bowl of water on a hot day.
Lucy writhed in her bonds, but not from pain. She couldn't believe the exquisitely intense sensations that the canine was licking into her pussy.
"Oh, Christ!" she gasped. "I've never had tongue like this, never!"
King lapped and licked and sucked. The way that he was right on target indicated that he had had much, much practice in licking the sexual parts of women.
The dog's hot, heaving breath tickled Lucy's labia and rustled her curly pussy hairs.
She was bound tight and the pillow under her ass raised her hips up, offering them to the canine's hot, hungry tongue.
Lucy was breathless and trembling. Her eyes were wide open and staring, so that white circles showed around her irises.
There was a steady, slurping sound as King lapped away at her pussy. Lucy writhed, her lush breasts bobbing from side to side.
Carol sat on the bed, enjoying the show. Her hand dropped between her legs, and she played with her own crotch.
Lucy's body didn't know and didn't care that a member of a non-human species, specifically, a dog, was applying that wild, wild tongue to her pussy.
Her body didn't know, and couldn't have cared less. It was a fantastic sensation, and the only thing the body knew was that it wanted more.
Lucy's pussy juices dripped and flowed, lubricating her membranes. A thick, musky aroma rose up from her pussy.
The aroma of her cunt, the musky fragrance, was noticeable to Carol. Imagine how much more stimulating it was to the dog, whose sense of smell was infinitely more acute than that of a human!
"Carol," she moaned, "Carol, this is crazy!"
"Should I call the dog off, and tell him to stop?"
"NO!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Lucy's sweating face was covered with a deep red blush. She was ashamed to admit that the big dog was giving her the kind of wild excitement she craved!
Carol wasn't at all surprised. Many, many nights she had whiled away the lonely hours with her faithful canine companion, King.
She said, "When I said that King was better than most of the men I've known, I wasn't kidding!"
Lucy barely heard her. The tonguing the black dog was giving her was putting her out there in outer space.
She wrapped her hands around the cords binding her wrists, and held on tight. She needed something to hold on to. She felt like she was being swept away!
Tongued to ecstasy by a dog!
King's tongue was big and sloppy. Dog saliva sprayed Lucy's thighs and pussy, and mingled with her cunt juices.
The dog's tongue slurped deep inside her, rubbing her pink membranes. It filled her like a cock, but it was infinitely more flexible and limber.
King's tongue lapped her pussy like a plow cutting a furrow. The hound's furry neck and pelt rubbed against the satin smoothness of her thighs.
Lucy had thrilled to the sensuous touch of fur on her bare skin. But that was with a fur coat.
Now, she had a hot, live animal next to her skin and she was loving it!
And so was King. His mistress, Carol, had trained him to lick her to orgasm. She had trained him well, indeed.
When she first got him, when he was just a puppy, Carol had begun training him to please her in bed.
At first, she would reward him with meat and doggie treats when he had pleased her.
Sometimes, she had rubbed sweet stuff, such as honey or sugar-saturated water, on her pussy and in her pussy.
The dog would lick it up wildly, trying to lap every bit of the sweet solution into its mouth.
His licking had driven Carol wild. Even when King was a puppy, his tongue could bring her to orgasm.
And the forbidden quality of her ecstasy made it only more exciting.
Once King had matured sexually, however, Carol no longer had to reward him with sweets or doggie treats.
The licking was its own reward. King loved pleasing his mistress. And Carol loved being pleased by him.
And there was more that King could do than just lick pleasure into her pussy.. . much more, as Carol had discovered to her, and King's, delight.
Now, she was turning on another woman to the tabooed pleasure of canine love.
As she watched her faithful dog lapping eagerly away at Lucy's cunt, Carol couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
If she wasn't so fond, so enchanted with
Lucy, Carol surely never would have shared her beloved King with her.
But King could do a girl so well, so excitingly, that Carol wanted to share him with Lucy.
Lucy moaned. The moan was forced up from deep in the pit of her belly. It was a profound moan of complete sexual frenzy and trancelike excitement.
Lucy was shocked to find herself moving her hips in response to King's tonguing, rocking them back and forth to take maximum advantage of the broad, deep-diving strokes of the hound's incredibly long tongue.
Lucy moaned again. She couldn't help it. Her sexual mainspring was winding as tight as it possibly could go.
Her mind was filled with a confused blur of impressions. King and Jeff, her beloved collie on the farm, mingled in her mind.
Lucy drifted off. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine that she was a little girl again, back on the farm, in the barn.
But Jeff had never licked her like this! Jeff had never tongued her to this point of frenzy, where the only relief available to her was those deep, heaving moans!
Lucy made a deep, wailing cry. It sounded half like a sob, and half like the wail of a hungry child.
It rose from a deep moan to a high, quavery, broken keening. She repeated the sound again, and then one more time.
The bed sank on either side of her. Something soft and smooth brushed against her cheeks.
Lucy opened her eyes. They were blurred with the sweat which ran down her forehead. The salt stung her eyes.
Her hands were slippery with sweat. Her sweaty palms slid along the clothesline rope binding her hands to the bed.
Carol was mounting the bed, mounting her. She was tired of rubbing her pussy with her hands. She wanted more.
She wanted Lucy's hot, wet mouth.
Carol straddled Lucy's upturned face. She mounted her so that she faced her dog, King.
Lucy saw the plump moons of Carol's buttocks, and the hairy pussy between her pale thighs.
She cried, "Yes, Carol, yes!"
Carol needed no encouragement. She lowered herself down on Lucy's face.
Carol's pussy was wet. The labia pressed against Lucy's face, then spread to the sides, opening the slippery, wet membranes to Lucy's hungry mouth.
Lucy fastened her lips on Carol's pussy. Her tongue rose like a snake, and slithered inside the older woman's pussy.
Lucy's tongue whipped inside Carol like a live wire. Lucy was so agitated and excited that she began by tonguing Carol as fast as she could.
Carol was already excited, and the way that Lucy's tongue worked on her made her gasp with delight.
Carol leaned forward. She lay across Lucy's writhing body, and embraced her dog.
Her plump, dangling breasts rubbed against King's fur. The dog's pelt was glossy and shining, black and gleaming like a raven's wing.
Carol shivered in ecstasy as her breasts rubbed against the sleek fur to the dog.
She lay across him so that King's spine was right between her breasts, in the cleavage. Her full, white breasts hung down on either side.
The fur rubbed against her soft breasts, thrilling her beyond compare. Carol was as breathless as a swimmer who plunges into a frigid ocean.
King was happy. His tail thumped as he wagged it. It beat against the mattress.
Carol stroked the dog's sides, rubbing her palms over them with broad, caressing passes.
King continued to lap at Lucy. Lucy's only relief of tension was to apply her tongue to Carol's quivering pussy.
The bed rocked. Lucy gyrated her hips in response to the dog, and Carol rocked her hips back and forth in response to the thrusts of Lucy's long, hot tongue.
Lucy was the first to come. With a tongue as long and wet and soft as King's working on her pussy, it was a certainty that she would have the first orgasm.
Lucy screamed with pleasure.
Carol heard the bubbling beginnings of the ecstatic shriek boiling up in Lucy's throat.
She sat down on the girl's face, pressing her pussy against Lucy's mouth, muffling the scream to a muted, ragged shriek.
It was a good thing that she did so. Carol's apartment had thick walls, but if Lucy's scream had gone unrestrained, it would have shook those walls, and shocked her neighbors out of a year's growth.
The vibrations of the scream rippled and rocketed through Carol's sensitized pussy membranes.
That was the last straw, the final stimulus she needed to sweep her over the edge and headlong into orgasm.
Carol's eyes widened. She gasped and groaned. Her heaving breasts rubbed against the glossy, silken fur of the dog, exciting her even more.
Beneath her, Lucy's body was hard as rock, as the blonde girl tightened every muscle in her physique.
Lucy vibrated beneath her. Carol gasped, heaving for breath. She sat up straight, her lush breasts jiggling, their pink points erect.
"GOD!" The orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt.
The vibrations in her pussy ended as Lucy stopped screaming with pleasure.
Although she hated to remove her pussy from the warm, wet mouth beneath it, Carol lifted her hips, to avoid smothering the girl.
Weak, dazed, and shaken, Carol climbed off Lucy's wet face.
King continued to work his tongue against Lucy's pussy.
Lucy begged weakly, "Please make him stop please, no more, God, I couldn't take any more, it's too too too intense-"
Carol said, "King! King! Down, boy, down!"
Mindful of his mistress' voice, King hopped off the bed. He barked happily, and jumped up and down around Carol.
Lucy's breasts jiggled as she took deep, gasping breaths, filling her lungs with air.
She had known ecstasy before, but never like this. Her veins seemed to be filled with liquid heat instead of blood.
The heat filled her, melting her down. She felt like a pile of molten jelly, and was surprised to see that she hadn't dripped off the bed.
Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat. It made her breasts and belly and legs look as though they were oiled.
A deep red blush, the red tinge of authentic orgasm, fanned across her belly and her rippling breasts.
Carol knelt on the floor. She wrapped her arms around King, and hugged him tight.
She crooned, "That's my good doggie, yes, that's my sweet doggie, my very best doggie, yes, yes you are!"
King jumped up happily, nearly knocking her off balance. The soles of her boots were slippery and slick, and Carol had to kneel with both legs folded under her to keep from being knocked down.
King licked Carol's breasts. They glistened where the dog's broad tongue had passed over them. The nipples stiffened.
Carol petted King's head and back and shoulders. She scratched him under the chin.
Playful as a puppy, King lay down on the floor and rolled on his back, exposing the light brown fur of his belly.
His dog's cock was thick and extended. Carol rubbed his belly, telling him what a very naughty doggie he was.
Lucy returned to reality. Her orgasm had blown her away, and it took some time before she came back to the here-and-now.
She said in a quavery whisper, "Carol.. . "
Carol said, "Stay, King. I'll be right back."
Carol sat down on the bed. She caressed Lucy's wet cheeks. "How do you feel, honey?"
"So good.. . " Lucy moaned. "So good.. . "
Carol untied the ropes binding Lucy's wrists. When her hands were free, Lucy covered her face and moaned, "Oh, God, I'm so ashamed!"
"Don't be silly," Carol said. "Didn't that feel good?"
"The best," Lucy admitted. "But, Carol, it was wrong!"
"How naive you are," Carol said, caressing Lucy's quivering thighs. "In some ways, you really are a child."
Fondly she rumpled Lucy's hair. Lucy uncovered her face.
Carol said, "Isn't it the desire and dream of most women to own a gorgeous fur coat?"
"I suppose so, but I don't see what that has to do with anything.. . "
"You will. Don't you think that's sick? To kill a living animal, one of God's creatures, so a woman can wear its pelt on herself?"
"Well, when you put it that way-"
Carol continued, "For that matter, what about eating meat? Think of all the thousands and thousands of cattle and sheep who are slaughtered every day, so their flesh can be roasted and consumed by millions of your fellow citizens."
"You eat meat," Lucy pointed out.
"Of course, and so do you," Carol agreed. "What I'm trying to say is, look how we take for granted the barbarity of daily life in relation to the animal kingdom. And yet, no one ever even thinks twice about it."
"Now, look at this situation," Carol continued. "Who is being harmed? You?"
"No, certainly not me," Lucy said. "I admit that was one of the most intense things I've ever felt."
"Then who else was harmed? Surely not King. He loved it, didn't you, boy?"
At the mention of his name, the big black dog trotted over to Carol, and licked her hand.
Lucy said, shaking her head doubtfully, "You sure can muster some convincing arguments, Carol!"
"I've given the matter some thought. Let me expand the topic a bit further. We know that there are men and women who have fetishes for certain objects, such as high-heeled shoes, corsets, stockings and the like."
"Yet, when you think about it objectively, exactly what is a high-heeled shoe? It's a piece of animal hide, that is, leather, shaped on a wooden framework. And yet people are capable of forming an erotic obsession around it."
"Now, examine an animal such as King. He's a warm-blooded mammal, an intelligent creature. Think of how much more you have in common with a dog than with an inanimate object."
Lucy smiled. "You have some convincing arguments, like I said."
"I've given the matter a great deal of thought. You could say that I'm trying to raise your consciousness as regards our animal friends. And friends they are. Many a scoundrel who's been deserted by his human friends will still have his faithful dog by his side, no matter what. And weren't you the girl who told me that you prefer animals to people?"
"Carol, you've got me so confused that I don't know what to think!"
"Don't think just do. Take your pleasures where you find them. Life's too short to be hampered by any half-baked notions of morality. What are you worried about, anyway corrupting the morals of a dog?"
Lucy smiled. "Carol, you're something else!"
Carol grinned wickedly. "Now, if you think you have an open mind, and you want to see something that will really blow you away, watch this."
King's mouth was open, and his tongue hung out. His eyes were bright and shining, and his black pelt gleamed.
Carol patted Lucy's hand, and got off the bed. King woofed, and hopped around her excitedly.
She said, "I have to give King a reward. If I didn't, he'd get so excited that there'd be no living with him!"
Lucy leaned against the headboard of the bed, pressing her nude back against the cool wood.
She bent her legs, and crossed her arms in front of them, knitting her hands together as she sat and watched.
Carol threw some cushions on the floor, and arranged them. Then she knelt down and got on her hands and knees.
Her plump breasts dangled. Her ripe buttocks were raised. She put her hand to her mouth, and smeared it with saliva.
She reached behind her, and rubbed the saliva into her hairy pussy, so that the dark crack and the soft labia glistened with saliva.
King, excited, sniffed around her. His ears folded back, and his black nostrils widened as he caught the powerful (to his acute sense of smell) aroma of woman.
Looking over her shoulder at the dog, Carol wiggled her bottom enticingly.
She called, "Come on, King, come on, doggie."
Lucy stifled a gasp. The black hound trotted over to Carol. He put his large forepaws on her naked back
He raised himself so that he stood on his hind legs. His dog's cock expanded and grew. It was pink with some brown spots.
King raised himself up on Carol. When his furry body touched her skin, her nipples erected.
Carol wiggled and wagged her behind. The dog whined, and climbed on her.
King's cock rubbed against Carol's buttocks. The canine's member grew even longer and more expanded.
Lucy leaned forward, fascinated despite herself.
King hunched against Carol. He stood on his hind legs, with his paws resting on Carol's back.
His dog's cock rubbed against Carol's pussy. King was very excited. He rocked his body, rubbing his cock against Carol's hairy pussy.
Carol opened her mouth and gasped as King's cock entered her. As soon as the enlarged member slid between her pussy lips, Carol began moving her hips.
King moved back and forth, humping against her. The dog was incredibly balanced as he stood on his hind legs, fucking his mistress.
It was obvious that he'd had lots of practice.
Carol's breasts swayed from side to side as she moved. She lifted her head and craned her neck.
King humped away at her. It was a strange image, a bizarre, erotically charged image that stirred Lucy to the depths of her libido.
She was reminded of the age-old fairy tale of "Beauty and the Beast". Here, in real life, was the realization of that story!
The dog a powerful animal, covered with a thick pelt of fur, the corded muscles of its body flexing and moving as he humped away at his moaning and sighing mistress.
King was the Beast.
Carol a beautiful, exquisite woman, soft and white and naked, with masses of smooth, warm flesh and the hyper-developed sensibilities of a sophisticated Manhattanite.
Carol was the Beauty.
Now, Lucy understood the age-old appeal of that classic motif. It was like something ancient which went back to the very dawn of history, when the barrier between humans and the rest of the animal kingdom was not. so highly developed.
Lucy studied King with fascination. The animal had a mouthful of teeth that could rip out a man's throat in seconds.
And yet, the canine was as gentle as a puppy, the total love-slave of Carol, his mistress.
A big, black, wolfish dog mounted on a naked woman, humping away at her pussy it was an astounding image.
Lucy wished she had a pencil and a sketchpad there at that very moment. What a fabulous and erotically disturbing picture this scene would make!
There was a wetness in her pussy, and Lucy realized that her pussy was dripping with the juices of arousal.
She was forced to examine her own motivations. Was it only her artist's instincts that made her hypnotized as she stared at the carnal joining of woman and dog?
Or was it some deeper, more powerful instinct? Did she secretly wish, deep in the core of her brain, that she was in Carol's place, with that magnificent animal humping away at her?
Lucy wasn't ready to confront the implications of that question. But she knew that she was highly aroused.
She parted her legs, and her fingers dropped to her pussy. As avid as someone watching an X-rated movie, she began to stroke her clitoris as she watched King fuck Carol.
The dog whined, then yipped in excitement as he ejaculated. His hindquarters moved frantically as he thrust his cock into Carol.
Carol's face was a mask of forbidden pleasure and delight. She moaned deeply as the dog came inside her.
King perched motionlessly on her for a moment. Carol finally gasped, "Down, King," and the dog climbed off her.
The dog trotted around to her front, and sloppily licked her face. Carol wrapped her arms around him.
She hugged the dog's head to her bosom. The cold nose at the end of his snout rubbed against her soft, white breasts.
Carol crooned, "Oh, that's my good doggie, yes, the very best doggie in the world, yes you are!"
King's tail wagged happily. It thumped against the carpeted floor.
A moaning gasp caught Carol's and King's attention, and they both turned toward the bed.
Lucy leaned back against the headboard, her thighs spread, her fingers a blur of motion as they raced over her pussy.
Her fingertips worried and worked her clitoris to orgasm. Lucy's face squeezed up as she cried out at her climax.
Lucy slumped back, drained and satisfied and exhausted. She let out a deep, gasping sigh that sounded like steam hissing out of a radiator.
Carol got on the bed. She caressed Lucy's trembling thighs.
She said, "Looks like I wasn't the only one excited by what King was doing!"
Lucy opened her blurred, glazed eyes. Carol said, "Would you like to use my doggie?"
Lucy said, "I'm not quite that liberated at least, not yet!"
That night, King slept in the big bed with the two women. The dog's warm, furry body lay between the two of them.
He was a comforting presence. Lucy placed one arm around him, cuddling him as she nodded off to dreamland.
Her dreams were strange. They were so unusual that she had no trouble remembering them the following morning.
In the dream, she was somewhere dark and gloomy a shadowed forest with trees that rose to the sky, and whose green-leafed branches shut out the heavens.
Gray streamers of mist veiled the trunks of distant trees. It could have been dawn, or twilight.
Lucy was making her way through a weed-choked forest path. Black ravens fluttered from tree branch to tree branch.
It was very lonely. Lucy wore not the costume of modern-day civilization, but rather a peasant dress, like a Central European villager.
She wore an embroidered white blouse, a full skirt, and a dark red cloak with a peaked hood. She was carrying a basket.
She broke through the underbrush into a secluded grove, and stopped dead in her tracks.
Standing on the other side of the grove, alertly watching her, was a wolf whose fur was white as snow.
This was no domesticated dog, this was a wild wolf, a lone wolf who shunned the pack and wandered by himself.
The wolfs pelt was thick and glossy. He had wide, strong shoulders, and was unusually large as big as a good-sized man on his hands and knees.
His ears were pointed, and his eyes were like red coals. He opened his mouth and grinned, exposing formidable fangs.
Lucy dropped the basket and ran. But it was one of those dreams where one is slowed like a fly in amber. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make any speed at all.
The white wolf was not so handicapped. The magnificent muscles below his fur flexed and corded as he loped toward her.
He overtook her in seconds. He jumped, crashing into her with his forepaws against her back.
The force knocked Lucy to the ground. She rolled over, covering her naked throat with her arm.
The wolf perched on top of her. His eyes were like balls of fire, red and blazing.
The wolf lowered his head, and took hold of her peasant blouse in his jaws. He moved his head back.
The blouse ripped and tore, exposing her trembling white breasts. The wolf let the shredded cloth drop from his teeth.
He nudged her with his snout. Somehow, in the logic of the dream, she knew that the wolf wanted her to turn over.
The wolf stepped back, watching her carefully. Lucy got on her hands and knees, breathless with terror.
In the dream, her hair was braided into a pair of pigtails which brushed the dark green grass on the ground.
The wolf moved up behind her. He placed his massive forepaws on her skirt, and pushed it up her back.
He pushed the skirt so that it was bunched up on the small of her back. She was nude under the skirt.
The wind blew, disturbing the tight curls of her pubic bush. Her flesh tingled at the coolness.
Something long and furry, with a cold, wet tip nudged her between the legs. It was the wolfs snout.
He sniffed her pussy. Quivering with terror, Lucy peered over her shoulder at him. The wolfs jaws were open, and he appeared to be grinning.
He mounted her from behind. Her flesh quivered at the touch of his heavily furred flanks.
Faint with terror and shame, Lucy buried her face in her hands. In her mind was the thought that if she let the wolf fuck her, he would not slay her.
Red-faced with shame, Lucy wiggled her behind from side to side, trying to entice her wolfish captor.
The wolf barked. He rested his forepaws on Lucy's back. He was big and heavy, and his weight pressed her down.
Something poked her between the legs. It was hard and soft at the same time.
Lucy realized that it was the wolfs member, and that it was long and aroused.
The wolf rubbed his cock against her soft labia. It didn't hurt. Lucy was shocked to discover that she was wet inside.
The white wolf pressed his underside against her. Lucy gasped as his cock penetrated her pussy.
It was not like the penis of a man. It was somehow stiffer, much stiffer, as though there were actually a bone inside the fleshy member.
It was big and fat, and the base of it was fringed with hair. It was very warm, hot in fact.
The wolfs cock pushed her labia to the sides as it penetrated her. Lucy moaned. The member filled her like no man had ever done.
She felt the wolfs hot breath on her back. Poised only inches from her neck was a mouthful of teeth that could rip out her life in a matter of seconds.
Once he was inside her, the wolf began to hump against her. His movements were jerky and convulsive, and he moved faster than any man could have done.
The wolf humped her. Despite her terror, or perhaps because of it, Lucy felt a sense of delirious excitement.
She began moving in response to the thrusting motions of the wolf. Her breast brushed against her arms. She noticed that her nipples were stiff and erect.
Suddenly, the wolf thrust deep inside her. Lucy felt like she was being split apart, but the mingled pain and pleasure triggered a stomach-churning orgasm inside her.
A spurting wetness indicated that the wolf had ejaculated. Lucy fought the urge to collapse as a heat wave rushed through her.
At the moment of his climax, the wolf tossed back his head, and howled. It was a prolonged, eerie howl that echoed through the dark, hushed woods.
The wolf hopped off her and trotted across the glade. Lucy rolled on her side, feeling the warm wetness in her pussy.
The wolf halted at the edge of the clearing, then turned and faced her. It red eyes glowed hotter than ever.
It stared unblinkingly at her for a long moment. Then it howled once more, turned, and disappeared into the dim paths of the forest.
And then Lucy woke up.
It was only a dream, she told herself, only a dream and nothing more.
But she knew that dreams are often the forerunners of events which occur in real life.
In the dimness of Carol's bedroom, Lucy stared at King for a long time, and wondered.. .
CHAPTER SIX
Lucy said, "Oh, Carol, he's so beautiful!"
His name was Eric, and he was beautiful.. . a beautiful animal. He was a pedigree Great Dane, a magnificent hound.
He was huge, huge. His shoulders were thickly muscled. His forearms were thick, and strong. His paws looked almost as big as human hands.
His fur was moon-colored, a combination of beige and orange, with darker spotted patches. His fur was short, and close to the hide.
He was long and lean, like a gray hound, but constructed on a more muscular, massive scale.
His head was shaped like a rectangular box. The short fur on his snout was a deep sand color. His nose was short and jet-black and wet.
In short, Eric was a canine model of supreme organic excellence. And, as a pedigree dog, he could trace his ancestry back farther, and with more accuracy, than most human beings.
Carol, Lucy, and Eric were in Lucy's apartment. It was the Wednesday after their weekend of love together.
It was twilight, and the shadows were falling heavily outside. It had been an amazing day for Lucy, and she felt a bit dazed by it all.
Carol had bought up all the paintings she had, and had bought the exclusive rights to anything new which Lucy would paint in the future.
She had paid a handsome and generous sum, and Lucy was staggered by the amount of the check.
She had been quite successful in the past in selling her art to ad agencies and the like, but this sale was of an entirely different order of magnitude.
She was now, if not a rich woman, certainly more than comfortable.
Carol wanted Lucy to move in and live with her and King. It was a tempting proposal, but Lucy had to disappoint Carol (and possibly King, since the dog seemed to be quite fond of her) by refusing.
The reason was simple. Lucy was a working artist. Painting was her life. She needed to paint, and she required a complete studio for her work.
Carol had no such studio, although she offered to let Lucy transform one of her rooms into one.
Lucy had to refuse. But the slightly glum air between her and Carol quickly disappeared when Edward Vane entered the gallery.
He was one of the most brilliant sculptors working in the country today. He was tall, about thirty-five, with a full head of hair, a black beard, piercing eyes, broad shoulders, and strong hands.
The gallery handled his work, too. There was a gleam in Carol's eyes as she introduced the artists.
Edward was charmed and fascinated by Lucy, and she was intrigued by him. The result was that they made a date for Edward to escort her to a museum party in a few days.
Carol wanted to see where Lucy lived. After they left the gallery that morning, they took a taxi to Lucy's neighborhood.
Carol was shocked and appalled when she saw where Lucy had to live. She renewed her efforts to convince Lucy to. move in with her.
Lucy declined, but Carol pressed her hard. Finally, Carol settled with a promise from Lucy that the artist would immediately try to move to another, more livable neighborhood.
Carol said, "Well, if you have to live in this dump, even for a short time, you'll certainly need some protection."
Carol called a cab and gave the driver an address. The hackie drove to it, chatting about politics all the way to the midtown area.
Their destination was a kennel. But what a kennel! It was at the summit of all establishments dealing with canines the dog equivalent of a farm which raises nothing but thoroughbred horses.
That was where she saw Eric. The hound was sitting in his large cage, dozing with boredom.
His pointed ears perked up when he heard Lucy and Carol and the manager of the place enter this section.
Eric jumped up, his tail wagging. He barked loudly and excitedly.
Carol fell in love with him at first sight.
With Lucy, the feeling was even stronger than that.
In his size and intelligence, Eric reminded her of the wolf of her dreams. She felt as though she were somehow destined to be the mistress of this dog.
Carol had paid for the hound. Lucy even threatened her with a stormy emotional scene, but Carol absolutely insisted of giving the canine to Lucy as a gift. '
Lucy was firm, but Carol wore her down, and the ultimate result was that she, Lucy, and Eric went home by cab. Lucy said to herself that she would make it up to Carol by giving her her favorite painting without charge.
The women went up the dim, odorous stairs leading to Lucy's apartment. For the first time, Lucy didn't feel the slightest bit apprehensive about it.
It would be a very foolish felon indeed who would dare to tangle with a hound like Eric.
The keeper of the kennel had confided that Eric was one of the latest in a long line of dogs bred specifically for protective purposes.
The breeders had aimed at developing a dog with the power and ferocity of a Doberman, but with the stability and even-temper rarely found in that high-strung breed.
In Eric's line, the breeding had come into its own, and succeeded. Eric was as gentle and playful as a puppy, but at specifically keyed commands, it would become a snarling, feral, killer dog from Hell.
Now, Carol and Lucy were safely inside Lucy's apartment. Lucy had a huge order of steaks delivered, steaks and chops, and filled her refrigerator with them.
Dogs like Eric had big appetites.
The two women had made a huge fuss over him, petting him and scratching his ears and telling him that he was the finest, most superb, dog in all the world.
Eric accepted it all blandly, like a king accepting homage that he knows is only his just due.
Finally, after many hours of fussing, Eric settled in the corner.
Carol sat in the studio, resting on a deep-cushioned couch, sipping a light and mellow liquor from a slender-stemmed glass.
She wore a long skirt, a shiny pink blouse, and a thick, button-down sweater.
Lucy excused herself, and went in the bedroom, saying she had a surprise for Carol, and that she would be right back."
After a few moments, Lucy exited her bedroom, and stood under the archway leading into the living room-studio.
She said, "Carol.. . "
Carol turned in her seat to look at her. Lucy had taken off her street clothes, and put on something much more alluring.
She wore a black satin bra, and a shimmering half-slip of the same sensuous fabric. Both bra and slip were trimmed with delicate black lace.
Eric's ears perked up, and he looked at his mistress with interest.
Lucy wore a pair of high-heeled shoes, with pointed toes. The heels accented the contours of her long and lovely legs.
Carol said, a bit breathlessly, "Wow! What's the occasion?"
"You'll find out," Lucy said teasingly. Her long blonde hair was primly pinned up to the top of her head.
"What's that you're holding behind your back?"
Lucy brought her hands from behind her back to her front so Carol could see them.
In one hand, Lucy held a hair brush; in the other hand, she held a long, black silk cord.
Carol said, "Lucy! You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I?" Lucy smiled devilishly. She tapped the flat of the brush against her palm. "I seem to remember a certain brunette beauty who took unfair advantage of me when I was staying at her apartment."
Carol held up her hands in a warning gesture as Lucy hip-swayed over to her. "Now, don't do anything rash, Lucy-"
"Are you going to take your medicine like a good girl, or am I going to have to get rough?"
"I'll spank you instead, you naughty child!"
Carol got up from her seat to wrestle with Lucy. Lucy dropped the hair brush and caught Carol's wrists.
Carol was strong, and they struggled breathlessly for a moment. Carol picked up the discarded brush.
Laughing, she said, "Now I'll spank you, just like the last time!"
She swung the brush in preparation to launch a blistering spank on Lucy's bottom. The swing was not completed.
Eris hopped up, his paws scuttling across the floorboards. Quick as thought, he fastened his jaws around Carol's wrist.
He held Carol so that the points of his fangs rested on her skin without breaking it. He wasn't hurting Carol at all, but she couldn't free her hand.
Carol's eyes widened in alarm, but it soon became obvious that the hound wasn't going to hurt her, that he was only preventing her from doing any harm to Lucy.
Carol laughed weakly. "Why, you dirty dog! Don't you know that it was me who got you out of that kennel? Of all the ingratitude-"
Lucy said, "This time you're outnumbered, Carol, two to one. Surrender, and I might, just might, show you some mercy.
"I surrender," Carol said. "I'm your prisoner. Now, can I have my hand back?"
"Drop the brush first, my dear."
Carol dropped the brush, and Lucy picked it up. "Let her go, Eric."
The hound immediately released Carol. His tongue hung out, and he wagged his tiny tail.
Lucy bent down and petted and caressed him, telling him what a wonderful doggie he was. Eric licked her face.
Lucy said, "Don't just stand there, Carol. Take off your clothes, and prepare for your punishment."
Carol took off her blouse. She wore a champagne-colored French bra, a wispy confection of lace and silk. It was slight and scanty, yet somehow designed to hold and support her lush breasts.
Carol removed her skirt. She wore a pair of pink satin panties, trimmed with delicate lace frills.
Lucy said, "Take off the bra, too. You can leave the panties on for now. I'll take them down myself."
Carol unhooked the bra, and her breasts tumbled free. Lucy put her hands behind her back and bound Carol's slender wrists together.
"Now you really are my prisoner," Lucy said. "My beautiful prisoner.. . "
Standing behind Carol, Lucy fondled the brunette's breasts, teasing the nipples into hard pink points.
Both women were very aroused, and their pussy juices began to flow. The scent of woman, which would have been undetectable to a human except at very close proximity, was thick and musky to Eric's acutely developed sense of smell.
It excited him, and he began pacing restlessly in circles.
Lucy sat down on the couch, and pulled Carol across her lap. Bright red spots of color rose up in her cheeks.
Lucy couldn't tell if it was because Carol were excited or blushing. She suspected that it was a mixture of both.
Lucy thrilled to the novel sensation of taking down Carol's panties and baring her lovely buttocks.
Carol had abandoned herself to her submissive role, and was sweetly docile as she lay on Lucy's lap, waiting for her punishment.
Remembering the fifty strokes that Carol had laid on her bottom, Lucy was inclined to show the brunette no mercy.
Carol was a very strong-willed individual, and Lucy knew that it would take strict and stern punishment to bring her to heel.
She gave Carol a blistering bare bottom spanking with the flat of the brush. Carol tried to be brave at first, but after only a few of those stinging swats landed on her behind, she was soon wriggling and moaning.
Lucy was merciless as she beat red into Carol's bottom. The tender flesh turned a deep, dark, dusky rose color from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs.
Carol's lower lip and chin trembled as she fought back the tears. Her eyes were moist and threatened to spill out at any second.
But, groping the brunette's breast, Lucy .discovered the nipples to be stiff and throbbing.
Lucy parted Carol's thighs, and slipped her finger inside the brunette's pussy.
It was oven-hot and dripping with juices. Lucy shoved her finger back and forth, in and out, fucking her with it.
She said, "I wonder if you're as dominant as you like to pretend to be, Carol. Since I spanked you, your pussy is wetter than it's ever been!" N
"That wasn't fair, Lucy," Carol pouted. "You spanked me much harder than I spanked you!"
"That was to show you who the real boss is around here. And I guess we both know who that is, don't we?"
"Yes," Carol sighed. "It's you." f
Lucy patted her bottom. "Since you've been honest enough to admit that you met your master, I'm going to give you a reward."
She helped Carol off her lap, and on to the floor. Carol's pink panties were rolled and hung at her knees.
She faced Lucy. Lucy spread her legs, and lifted the hem of her slip.
She wasn't wearing any panties. The curls of her pussy were delightfully disarranged, and the labia were soft and dark pink.
Carol licked her lips.
Lucy patted her head. "You're such a good little girl, that I'm going to permit you the supreme privilege I'm going to allow you to eat my pussy! Now, remember your manners. You know what to say."
"Thank you, Lucy," Carol said.
"You're very welcome, darling." She took hold of Carol's hair, and pulled Carol's face into her crotch. "Now, get to work before I take you over my knees again and beat you some more!"
Carol's wet lips rubbed against Lucy's labia. Carol extended her tongue and thrust it deep into Lucy, licking and lapping her juices from the dripping pussy walls.
As her head bobbed over and around Lucy's pussy, the rest of Carol's body moved along with it.
Her dangling breasts bobbed and jiggled, and her bottom, reddened from the spanking and hot to the touch, wiggled from side to side.
Eric scampered over to her. He opened his mouth, and his large, long tongue slurped over Carol's pointed nipple and soft breast.
Carol gasped. Lucy felt the vibrations of that gasp rippling through her sensitive pussy, and it increased her excitement.
Eric trotted around behind Carol. Carol started to lift her head to look, but Lucy firmly pushed her back down, and pressed her thighs against her head, holding it in place.
Carol shivered as the hound's long snout with its cold black nose bumped her labia.
Eric's tongue licked out, and slurped a broad wet path on Carol's pussy. Thick beaded drops of his saliva hung in her pubic bush, and her pussy lips dripped with the stuff.
"Good boy," Lucy encouraged. "Good doggie, good Eric, that's the way, that's my very good and very smart doggie!"
Under her encouragement, Eric continued his frenzied licking of Carol's genitals.
He licked her pussy and the backs of her thighs. Carol's deep, sighing moans could be heard even though her mouth was clamped to Lucy's pussy.
Thanks to the incredible oral stimulation Eric's huge tongue gave to her clitoris, Carol came before Lucy did.
The force of Carol's climax was shattering, and the brunette nearly collapsed as she went weak in the knees.
But Lucy was a demanding mistress, and she required Carol to keep on tonguing her without interruption.
Almost as exciting to Lucy as Carol's tongue working on her pussy, was the image of the huge hound slurping and lapping away at Carol's behind and pussy.
Lucy came fiercely. She was fondling her breasts, and when her orgasm came, she squeezed them roughly, rubbing the stiff nipples as she did so.
She made a hoarse, wailing cry. She pressed her taut thighs against Carol's head, and squeezed tightly.
Heat flooded her. It detonated in her clitoris, fanned out through her pussy, and rose up in a fiery column into her belly.
The orgasm shook her. She quivered and trembled in its explosive force.
After it passed over her, she slumped back on the cushions, breathless and sweating.
She opened her thighs, and released Carol's head. Carol's face gleamed with saliva and Lucy's pussy secretions.
Lucy squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. She felt like she had been injected with a double dose of hot pleasure which streamed through her veins.
After a time, she opened her bleary eyes. There was movement in front of her, and she brushed the sweat from her eyes to see it.
Carol had moved back on the floor. She was on her hands and knees, her eyes shut, her hair hanging down over her face.
She wiggled and waggled her reddened bottom. Eric rested his huge paws on her bare back, and started to mount her.
His dog's cock was hard and long. Lucy was amazed at the size and thickness of it.
She said, "Eric, no! Down, boy, down!"
Obediently the hound hopped off of Carol and trotted a few feet away from her.
Carol looked at Lucy and said ruefully, "Spoil sport."
Lucy laughed. "I wouldn't want you to be unfaithful to King!"
"A little variety never hurt."
Lucy waved her finger chidingly in Carol's face. "That's a no-no, you naughty lady. Eric belongs to me, and I am a jealous mistress."
Excited, Carol said, "Does that mean that you're going to, you know, do it with him?"
"If and when I do, you'll be the third to know right after me and Eric, I mean," Lucy said.
She picked up the hair brush. "But it was very, very wicked of you to try and lead my doggie astray. You've been very bad, Carol. Obviously my first spanking failed to teach you a lesson. I promise that my second spanking will! Now get over my lap, little girl!"
Moaning with apprehension and excitement, Carol climbed over Lucy's knees and presented her already beaten bottom for a spanking.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Edward Vane had a large cock. It stretched the corners of Lucy's mouth as she sucked on it.
It was late in the evening. She and Edward had returned from the special museum party. They had both had quite a lot to drink, and they felt giddy and lightheaded.
They were in Edward's loft. Part of the huge space had been partitioned off to create a living area.
In that living area was a large bed. One thing led to another, and now Edward and Lucy were rolling naked in that bed.
Edward knelt on the mattress near the edge. Lucy knelt on the floor, so her head was level with his cock.
Edward was splendidly muscled, with a fine physique. He was covered with thick black hair that was almost like fur.
He was one of the hairiest men Lucy had ever been with. She found it very exciting. Edward was hairy all over on his chest, his belly, his legs, even his shoulders and back and buttocks.
His cock was long and red. Lucy took it in her mouth. The hot shaft rested on her strong, wet tongue.
Lucy hollowed her cheeks, and sucked on the member. Holding it by the base of the shaft, she rubbed its swollen head against the soft roof of her mouth.
Edward smoothed her long masses of blonde hair, and caressed her soft shoulders. His chest rose and fell with rapid, excited breathing.
The veins winding around his cock throbbed in Lucy's mouth. She slurped and sucked wetly on the shaft.
Her efforts on his behalf were reward by his orgasm.
Edward panted in a breathless voice, "God, Lucy, I'm coming!"
Reaching behind him, she cupped and squeezed his soft, hairy buttocks. She pressed her head forward, taking the cock as deep in her mouth as she could.
It stiffened and vibrated. Suddenly a spurting jet of cool semen burst from the overheated head.
Lucy's jaw and throat muscles worked as she gulped down the sticky fluid. She swallowed it rapidly, sucking it out of the shaft and gobbling it down.
Edward closed his eyes. His head sagged so that his chin rested on his heaving chest.
After a moment, his cock had dribbled its final, spasmodic spurts of semen. Lucy kept the member in her mouth, and gently sucked it.
She moved her head backward. Her soft pink lips glided over the semen-oiled shaft. She took the cock out of her mouth and lovingly kissed the swollen head of it.
Edward's cock was still hard and erect. It was red and glistening, and had a flexible, rubbery texture.
Lucy mounted the bed, her breasts bobbing. She hoped that Edward could go longer, as she had not yet come.
She needn't have worried. He was more ardent than ever. Murmuring words of endearment, he caressed her thighs and belly and breasts.
Lucy said, "Can you do me now, or would you like to rest and recover your strength for a little bit?"
For an answer, he took her hand and placed it on his cock.
His member throbbed in her hand. She gave it a little squeeze, smiling hungrily as she did so.
Edward gently tried to push her down so that she would be lying on her back.
Lucy shook her head. "Not that way." She turned her back to him, and presented her ripe bottom to him as she rose up on her hands and knees. , "This way," she said, looking over her shoulder at him and grinning wickedly. "Let's do it dog-style."
Edward knelt on the mattress behind her. He gripped his hips and let his cock rest in the crack of her buttocks.
The warm masses of smooth flesh rubbed against his member, putting iron in it. It got even more stiff, and hotter.
He gripped his warm shaft, and caressingly rubbed the head against Lucy's pussy lips. Lucy sighed. Her nipples stiffened.
Edward reached in front of her, and began stroking her throbbing clitoris. Lucy shut her eyes, and savored the sweet sensations.
Her pussy dripped with moisture. His cock was greased with come. He guided the cock head to the tender target between her pussy lips, and thrust into her.
Lucy sighed deeply as she was penetrated. The thick cock pushed inside her, rubbing against the hot velvet of her membranes.
Edward rocked back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of her. Lucy trembled from the excitement of it.
His strong, hairy legs rubbed against her smooth, bare ones. Yes, that body hair of his felt just like fur.. .
Lucy closed her eyes, and drifted off into a fantasy. She imagined that it wasn't a man making love to her at all, that rather it was a black wolf who was humping her.
Edward thrust into her. His swollen balls gently slapped against her labia. His cock glided in her pussy, sending pleasure through it at every stroke.
Since Edward had come once, it took the urgency off him, and he was able to fuck Lucy for a long time without coming. She loved that.
When he did come, his cool semen gushed out over her heated membranes, soothing and delighting them.
Lucy spent the night with him. Some of her joy was clouded because she couldn't help thinking about poor Eric, whom she had left alone in the apartment.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Lucy took a cab home. She practically raced up the flights of the stairs leading to her apartment.
Eric was incredibly happy to see her. The long, lean, moon-colored hound frisked and frolicked like a puppy. -
Lucy fed him. She spent the rest of the day painting, working on her latest canvas.
Eric lay at her feet, and wouldn't leave her side. Whenever she would take a break and leave the room, he would trot faithfully after her.
The day turned into night, and Lucy worked late, until she was exhausted. She fixed herself a midnight supper, and prepared for bed.
She took a shower and shampooed her hair. When she climbed out of the shower stall, she was all damp and pink and gleaming.
She toweled herself dry, and went into the bedroom. Eric trotted faithfully after her.
Lucy pulled down the blankets, and slid between the sheets. She sat in bed reading for a while.
Eric lay on the floor, poised and alert, as though he were standing guard.
Lucy felt warm and comfortable. It made her feel sexy. Her mind was filled with images of her and Edward locked together in naked passion.
She pulled down the blankets to her thighs. Her pubic bush was still damp from the shower, and the curls were moist and shining.
Lucy slipped a finger between her labia, and placed the tip of it on her clitoris. It throbbed at her touch.
Her nipples puckered and hardened, so that they jutted out from her lush breasts. Lucy began moving her fingertip against her clitoris in a slow, lazy, stimulating motion.
Her breasts rose and fell as she took a deep, sighing breath. By slow degrees, she increased the pace of her clitoral massage.
The sensual motion generated currents of pleasure in her pussy. These currents raced through her, making her flesh and muscles glow.
A by-product, a side effect as it were, of this massage was heat. Heat rose in the dripping walls of her pussy.
Heat radiated through her loins, and up into her belly. Heat flooded through her, making her breasts feel like soft, jiggling furnaces of desire.
Lucy put her free hand to her bosom. As she fondled her clitoris, she simultaneously rubbed her erect nipples, and caressed the smooth, yielding undersides of her breasts.
She closed her eyes, and drifted off into a fantasy. In it, Carol was with her, and Edward, too.
All three of them were nude. They were in a dark clearing in the forest, a glade whose privacy was assured by a wall of thick trees and bushes that circled it.
The three of them were twined in the postures of desire. Edward stood behind Carol. Carol was leaning forward, bending from the waist.
Edward's cock was inside her pussy. It pumped in and out. He was taking her from behind, and occasionally his cock was hidden by Carol's plump buttocks.
Carol's dangling breasts swayed back and forth. Carol supported herself and kept her balance by holding on to Lucy, who stood with her back to her.
One of Carol's arms circled her waist. Her free hand fondled Lucy's stiff nipples. Her head rested on Lucy's warm, smooth bottom.
Carol licked Lucy's behind while Edward fucked her. Lucy's fingers were pressed to her own pussy, and she fondled her clitoris.
Suddenly, in the fantasy, two long, lean shapes bounded out of the bushes and into the clearing.
It was King and Eric. They padded to a halt, and growled menacingly at Edward.
He was very frightened. He pulled out of Carol, his cock shrinking as he cried out and ran away, out of sight.
What a strange fantasy, Lucy though to herself, in a daze of pleasure as she rubbed her clitoris and breasts.
She let the fantasy continue. It was all very clear in her mind, almost like watching a movie being projected on the inside of her skull.
Edward ran away, leaving Carol and Lucy to the mercy of the two hounds. But neither she nor Carol were afraid.
They were eager and excited.
Lucy and Carol got down on their hands and knees, so that they were positioned face to face. They wiggled their bottoms.
The dogs split apart, Eric trotting behind Lucy, and King going behind Carol.
Eric rested his weight on Lucy's back. He was very heavy. His cock was large and thick, stronger and fatter than any human's.
Lucy gasped as it penetrated her. At the same time, King was mounting Carol, and humping away at her.
Carol smiled wickedly. Craning her neck, she pressed her lips against Lucy's and they kissed passionately.
Lucy opened her eyes. Her body was covered with a shining sheen of sweat. She writhed naked on the bed, her fingers a blur of motion as they rubbed her throbbing clitoris.
Her lips parted in a moan.
Eric's ears perked up. He rose up on his four legs and stared at her with his moist, deep brown eyes.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, he hopped up on the bed. The springs groaned under his weight.
His solid, boxlike head with its cold nose rooted between her legs. It pushed against her tender thighs.
Lucy opened her legs, spreading them wide. The huge hound crouched between them.
Although it took a tremendous effort of will to take her hand off her pussy at this moment of supreme excitement, the thought of the forbidden delights the hound could bring helped Lucy to master herself.
She took her fingers away from her pussy. As soon as her hand was removed, Eric lowered his head to her crotch.
His iron jaws opened, and his tongue unfurled like a pink flag. It was pink and shining, saliva coated, and brown on the edges.
The tongue flapped over her pussy. Lucy jack-knifed, doubling up from the shivering excitement of it.
Eric's tongue lapped back and forth. Its broad, flat surface covered the entire surface of her cunt, labia and all, with one stroke.
Eric slurped wetly at her. His tongue forced her labia to the sides, and glided over the heated membranes of her dripping pussy.
The canine loved the taste of her juices. He slurped and lapped at them.
Lucy orgasmed the instant that his tongue touched her sensitive pussy flesh. She had known ecstasy before, but never, never like this!
She bit down on the inside of her lip to keep from shrieking. Her eyes were wide and staring.
She fell back into the mattress like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The dog continued to lick her, but the pleasure was just too intense to be endured.
Lucy gasped, "No, Eric, no more no more!"
The dog hopped down to the floor.
Lucy felt like she was going to faint. Hot and cold shivers ran along her spine.
Lucy groaned and squeezed her wet thighs together. Her pussy felt like a mass of glowing, pulsating pleasure.
She rolled on her side. She let her arm hang limply over the edge of the bed. She lay there until the trembling stopped.
Eric came over to her. He licked her fingers, lapping away at them. Lucy realized that they were the fingers which had been in her pussy.
Eric whined. Lucy stirred herself awake, and scratched his skull between the pointed ears. Eric whined and nudged her.
She murmured, "What's wrong, boy? What do you want?"
The dog whined again. Lucy focused her eyes, and peered down. Eric's dog cock was stiff and stretched out.
It was a massive thing. Lucy gasped to see it. It had a different texture and color and shape than a human member.
It was pink and beige and spotted with darker brown patches. There were hairs sprouting from the base. It looked like a most formidable instrument.
Feeling daring, and wanting more excitement, Lucy dropped her hand under the hound's belly, and groped for his cock.
Eric whined like a hungry puppy when Lucy delicately took hold of his cock. It was hard and very hot. She squeezed it gently.
Eric licked her face.
"Yes, I suppose I do know what it is that you want," Lucy sighed.
Eric peered eagerly at her. His cock throbbed against her nervously sweating palm.
Lucy thought about it, about doing it. Well, why not? she asked herself. Who would ever know? Only she and the dog, and neither of them would ever tell, except that Lucy would tell Carol all the juicy details, of course.
Who would it harm? Nobody. In fact, Lucy decided, it might be more unhealthy to get the poor canine sexually excited, and then not give him any relief.
For whatever the reason, Lucy suddenly realized that she was going to do it.
She sat up, and put her feet on the floor. Eric wagged his tail eagerly, as though he knew what was coming.
He probably did. His ultra-sensitive nostrils were filled with the arousing scent of a female in heat.
What kind of female it was didn't concern him in the slightest. Hounds, unlike humans, do not have any moral sense telling them, "Don't do this," or "Do this".
Lucy crouched down on the floor. Since it was the first time, she thought it would be better for her to be on a stable surface, rather than the shifting and unsteady surface of the bed.
She took a pillow and set it on the floor. She knelt on it. It would keep her knees from getting chafed and sore against the floor..
She slipped her fingers into her pussy, and smeared her juices on her pussy lips and thighs and the crack of her ass.
Eric darted around her, eager and excited. Lucy got on her hands and knees, spreading her knees apart so her thighs would be open and her pussy available to the hound.
Lucy wiggled her bottom from side to side. The motion caused her lush, hard-nippled breasts to brush against her supporting arms.
She called, "Here, Eric! Here, boy!" She patted her bottom, encouraging him, "Come on, boy!"
Eric trotted up behind her. She watched over her shoulder. The hound lifted his forepaws and placed them Lucy's upper back.
Lucy grunted. The dog was heavy. His weight was a strain on her back, but she could support it.
The smooth black pads on the undersides of his paws rubbed against her skin. His claws were retracted, and didn't touch her.
The Great Dane mounted her, the underside of his short-furred belly rubbing against her flesh.
Something hot and stiff poked her buttocks. Lucy realized with embarrassment and erotic excitement that it was his member, his dog cock.
She lifted her bottom. Eric's cock slid down the crack of her ass, and bumped against her pussy lips.
Lucy pushed backward. The dog cock pushed aside her pussy lips and entered her.
Lucy heaved a great, gasping sigh as the member thrust into her. It was so big, so hot, and so damned stiff!
She felt like she was burning up with fever. Eric pushed against her, his weight heavy on her buttocks.
He began moving in the familiar, quick humping movements. Lucy tensed her arms and legs, trying to hold up under the strain.
Closing her eyes, she tried to visualize how tthe scene would like to a third party, an outsider Edward, perhaps.
' A beautiful, full-breasted blonde girl would be kneeling on the floor, her face and body contorted with passion, her breasts heaving.
Mounting her would be a lean, wolfish, moon-colored hound with gleaming reddish-brown eyes, his underside humping against Lucy's curved bottom.
The dog humped faster and faster. It didn't hurt her, but it was intense as to be overwhelming.
Suddenly, Eric yipped and shoved into her. His cock stiffened against Lucy's pink membranes.
She felt like it was splitting her. Something hot and wet spurted inside her from the tip of the dog's throbbing cock.
Her orgasm exploded inside her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lucy had a dilemma. It was the kind romantic dilemma that a young lady loves t have, but it was perplexing.
Edward was really wild about her. He was going to have a teaching fellowship in San Francisco, and he wanted her to come with him.
She had never been to California, and the idea of the trip was very exciting.
But Lucy had some problems which prevented her from just going. The first was Eric.
She had no intention of leaving him behind. She detested people who abandoned their pets. She wasn't going to do that to her beloved doggie!
Besides, Lucy knew that she could never find a master or mistress as loving to the Great Dane as she was.
Well, maybe Carol. But dogs were as jealous as people, and King would never share his mistress with another dog.
Carol was another important consideration. In the long run, Lucy thought that she cared even more for Carol than for Edward.
She hadn't told Carol that she was considering moving to the Coast. She didn't want to worry Carol or disturb her until her decision was made.
One afternoon, Lucy took Eric for a walk. It was a gray fall day, cool and brisk and cloudy.
She had a leash attached to Eric's collar, but that was for the benefit of the police, who frowned on having dogs that big roam the streets without a leash.
Lucy strolled past a vest-pocket park. It was a small square with some brown grass and leafless trees.
Lucy frowned. She thought she recognized the shape of someone familiar in the park.
That was very odd, because Lucy didn't know anybody in this neighborhood.
"Stay, Eric," she said. The hound stopped in his tracks.
Lucy peered across the park. She was partially hidden by a wall of bushes. She scanned for the familiar figure, found him, and recognized him.
It was Paco the sadistic architect of her gang rape.
Her first reaction was fear blind panic. She flattened back against a tree, praying that he hadn't seen her.
The fur bristled on Eric's neck, and he uttered a low, muttering growl, heavy and ominous.
It was as if he sensed her mood. Perhaps fear has its own scent which dogs can recognize.
Lucy looked down at the huge animal. She laughed a bit hysterically. What was there to be afraid of? She was the mistress of a four-legged, sharp-fanged engine of destruction.
Her fear vanished, to be replaced by a cold rage which seeped through her veins like ice water.
She would have her revenge.
Paco didn't know she was there. He hung around the park for a half hour, shooting the breeze with the pushers and the pimps and the bums, idly menacing passersby.
When he left, he was followed by Lucy -Lucy, and her hound, who now strained at the end of his leash like a bloodhound.
It was a deserted district of old tenements, and narrow alleys. As she watched, Paco turned left, into a narrow alley.
Lucy raced after him. When she reached the alley mouth, she let go of the leash and cried, "Get him, boy!"
The canine took off down the alley like a rocket. Hearing the sound of motion behind him, Paco calmly turned to see what it was -and screamed.
He raised his arm just as the hound leaped on him. The huge forepaws crashed into his belly, knocking the wind out of him and bowling him over.
Eric slammed him to the ground and jumped on top of him. He gripped Paco's arm, and tore at it.
Lucy ran over and looked down at the writhing young punk. She said, "Stop, Eric!"
Eric placed his paws on Paco's chest. When Paco tried to wiggle free, the hound bared his mouthful of sharp teeth and growled viciously.
Paco shrieked, "Christ, lady, get that fucking dog off of me!"
"Shut up." Lucy kicked him in the side.
Paco gasped, "Lady, what the fuck's wrong with you?! You crazy?! "
Lucy leaned down. "Remember me?"
"No! I never seen you before! I swear!"
"Think back to the night in the basement. There were you and two of your friends and a blonde girl. Sound familiar?"
All the blood drained from his face. "Jesus it's you!"
"That's right, asshole. I bet you never expected to run into me again at least, not like this!"
Paco begged for mercy. Lucy kicked him some more. She said, "Where's your buddies? I'm dying to see them again, too."
Paco hysterically told her that Melvin had died from an overdose of heroin, and that Lou had been bagged on an armed robbery bid, and was doing five-to-ten at the joint, upstate.
"How nice," Lucy hissed. "Then that leaves just you, and me and the dog."
Paco pleaded, "It wasn't my idea, lady, I swear it on my mother! It was the others -they made me do it! Lady, please, in the name of God, have mercy! Turn me over to the cops, sure, okay, but don't let this dog at me!"
Lucy said, "Why don't you scream for help? Go ahead, do it. I want to hear you scream for help."
Paco screamed, "Help! Help me somebody! Help!"
Lucy laughed softly. "See? Nothing happens. Nobody comes to see who's in danger. This is New York, remember?"
Paco saw death in her eyes. He whimpered, "Please, lady, please! I'm sorry I did it! But let me live! I'm the only support of my widowed mother and my brothers and sisters! Let me live! Have mercy!"
"Fuck mercy it's justice I'm after! The justice of the streets!" Lucy smiled grimly. "And that means no mercy at all!"
She screamed, "RIP HIM, ERIC!"
Eric's jaws opened wide and Paco saw the mouthful of razor-sharp teeth lunging for his soft throat and he screamed.. .
Eric made short work of him. Sickened and swaying, Lucy said chokingly, "That's enough, Eric. He's dead, boy. That's enough."
Lucy used her sweater to wipe the blood off Eric's snout She was weak-kneed and trembling. She tucked the sweater in her pocket book, and took hold of her end of the leash.
She and the hound left the alley. Nobody was in sight. The streets were empty.
As soon as they were in her apartment, Lucy threw the locks and bolts and ripped off her clothes.
She was filled with an unholy excitement and tension she could relieve in only one possible way.
She pulled off her jeans and panties and tossed them aside.
She didn't even bother to arrange a pillow for her knees. She just dropped on her hands and knees on the carpeted floor of the studio.
Eric shared her excitement. Blood and the thrill of the kill had struck deep chords in his animal's intellect.
His dog's cock was as thick and stiff as Lucy could ever remember having seen it. And she had seen it erect many times in the months since she had gotten the dog.
Eric mounted her. Lucy was so excited that she felt she could support an animal that weighed ten times as much as he did.
Eric's stiff member prodded her buttocks. Not for the first time, Lucy wondered if it would be possible to train the dog to stick it in her ass.
Reluctantly she decided that it probably couldn't be done. To fit such a large member inside her tiny anus would be so much work that she was sure that Eric couldn't restrain himself from putting it in her pussy.
His underside, hard and ribbed, rubbed against her curved rump. His cock pushed open her labia and penetrated her.
She was so excited that her pussy membranes were already slippery with lubrication. The dog filled her like no man had ever done, or could ever do.
Eric began that frenzied humping motion. Sometimes, he became so frantic, and he was so big, that he hurt Lucy.
This time, she was so erotically charged that the pain of the humping merely served as a spur for her pleasure.
She vibrated her hips in response to the pumping of the hound. Eric's tongue slid out from between his teeth.
Saliva dripped on Lucy's shoulder blades. The dog's breath was hot on the back of her neck.
Lucy groaned from deep in her belly. The dog whined and yipped along with her.
Eric came inside her pussy. The dog's cock continued to pump into her pussy like a piston of flesh in a tight, pink-membraned cylinder.
Lucy had to fight the urge to throw back her head and howl. Her eyes rolled up in her head so that only the whites of them showed.
Spurting wetness inside her cunt told her that the hound had reached his climax. Canine come jetted inside her.
Lucy whipped her head from side to side. Eric coming inside her was the stimulus that pulled the trigger on her orgasm.
The climax hit her like a lightning bolt. She felt as though her body heat was burning her to a cinder.
"Burn me up, then," she whispered.
Her head sagged until her forehead rested on the floor.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a key rattling in the lock of her door.
It was Edward. She and he had exchanged the keys to their respective apartments.
In a flash of memory, Lucy recalled that he had planned to do some shopping for food and come to the apartment at dinnertime, when she would fix it into a meal.
Her first instinct was paralyzing fear. In the murderous heats and lusts of this day, she had forgotten all about it!
She was just about to shake Eric off, when a thought occurred to her after all she had done this day, including murder, she would be pretty stupid to get upset at being caught with her dog.
Edward claimed that he loved her. Very well, she would let her discover the truth about her and her dog, and test the sincerity of his affection.
The door swung open. She heard him entering the apartment, then shutting the door.
All unsuspecting, he called, "Lucy?"
"In here," she called in reply.
Edward strolled into the studio. "Hey, honey, what are you GOOD LORD!"
Edward froze dead in his tracks. He seemed to have turned to stone, so motionless was he.
His jaw hung open in slack-jawed amazement and shock. His face was pale and white as a sheet, and his eyes stared in disbelief.
It seemed that time stood still. It was very quiet in the room. The sounds of traffic in the street filtered up here.
Lucy licked her lips. "Would you.. . care to join us?"
Edward blinked. He took his key ring out of his pocket, removed the key to Lucy's apartment, and tossed it on the floor, all without saying a word.
Then, he turned on his heel, walked out of the apartment, and ran blindly down the stairs and into the street.
Lucy shrugged. "Well, if that's the way you feel about it, so much for you!"
And she stuck her tongue out at him, even though he wasn't there.
With that, she ended the chapter of her involvement with Edward Vane, the internationally renowned artist who would be haunted for the rest of his tragic life by the shocking and humiliating knowledge that his lover had been unfaithful to him with a dog-a dog!
Lucy was surprised by how little she cared about his leaving. She realized that she must not have cared for him very deeply after all.
But there was someone that she did care for very deeply, almost as much as she loved Eric and that person was Carol.
Later that night, Carol climbed the stairs to Lucy's apartment. She knocked on the door, and Lucy hurried to open it, Eric tagging along at her heels.
Lucy wore a flimsy white negligee, sheer and gauzy. Her pink-nippled breasts and the curves of her body could be clearly seen through the garment.
She opened the door, and practically yanked Carol inside. She slammed the door and locked and bolted it.
She flung her arms around Carol's neck, and covered her face with wet kisses, leaving the brunette breathless and blushing.
Lucy stepped back. She spread her legs shoulder-width apart. Her breasts jiggled and strained against the sheer fabric.
Eric trotted to her side. The dog's tongue hung out, and he panted hungrily and happily.
Lucy rubbed the dog between his ears, and on the back of his neck. Eric rubbed against her thighs.
Lucy gestured toward the open door to her bedroom. She smiled invitingly and said, "Won't you join us?"
"I'd love to," Carol smiled.
Lucy took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Eric trotted in right behind them.
Lucy stripped Carol naked, and pulled her down on the bed, embracing her. Eric jumped and made it a threesome.
Then the three of them proved that after all is said and done, a dog is still woman's best friend.
Lucy and Carol lay down on the bed. They lay side by side, on their sides, each facing the other.
Eric stood at the bedside, eyes alert, ears cocked back, waiting to see how the ladies would settle before making his move.
Lucy reached out and touched Carol's breasts. They were soft and warm. The nipples hardened at her touch.
She pressed against Carol. Their breasts nuzzled, the sensitive nipples grazing each other's flesh.
Their heads moved closer. Lucy pressed her lips to Carol's mouth. Their tongues fenced.
Their hands moved along each other's thighs and legs with slow, broad, soothing caresses. Hands fluttered on flesh.
Lucy felt a tingling warmth in her pussy. Her juices, the thick and pungent secretions of arousal, began to flow.
Carol's hands were light but insistent on Lucy's shoulders. Carol was trying to push Lucy on her back, so she could climb on top.
Lucy pushed back. "Let me do you, Carol."
Carol sighed. "I see that I can't take the dominant role with you anymore."
"Certainly not!" Lucy laughed.
"Oh, just you wait until you come to visit me at my apartment," Carol said. "Then I'll give you the spanking of your life!"
"Such insolent impertinence," Lucy said. "I'm seriously thinking of warming your bottom for you right now, dear."
"Well.. . " Carol said, "I won't deny that I could use it-"
"You surely could," Lucy said. "And I'm going to see that you get it!"
Lucy sat on the bed with her bare back pressed against the headboard. The polished wood was cool against her flesh.
She patted her lap. "Come to me, my pretty bitch."
Carol looked coyly over her shoulder. "If I'm a bitch, does that mean that I'll get to be serviced by your beautiful dog."
"Maybe," Lucy said. "We shall see. Now, get across my lap."
Carol crawled over the bed, and lay face down across Lucy's thighs. Carol's bush rubbed against the warm, smooth flesh.
Lucy circled Carol's waist with her arm, holding her in place. She rubbed her palm against Carol's soft and luscious bottom cheeks.
Carol opened her legs so Lucy could get at her pussy, but Lucy was not so easily diverted.
Instead of fondling Carol's pussy, Lucy began giving the brunette a smart and stinging hand spanking.
The room was fdled with the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh. Carol groaned and sighed and wiggled.
Eric's nostrils widened as he caught the pungent scent of sexually aroused women.
Lucy didn't spank Carol to punish; she only wanted to warm Carol's bottom up, and put some glowing red color into the cheeks.
Lucy pushed Carol off her. Still leaning against the headboard, she spread her legs wide.
Carol looked at her with glittering eyes, and licked her lips.
Lucy pointed at her pussy. "You know what to do. Show me that you know how to please, like a good little girl."
Carol lay on her belly, with her face even with Lucy's pussy. She put . her hands on Lucy's thighs.
Carol licked her lips as her head lowered to Lucy's pussy. Her lips brushed against Lucy's labia.
Carol stuck out her tongue, and licked inside Lucy, tasting her juices. Her tongue traveled along the dripping membranes.
Lucy murmured, "Lift up your bottom, .Carol."
Carol stopped what she was doing, and looked up inquisitively.
Lucy said, "You're doing such a nice job on me, that I thought you could use a reward."
Carol folded her legs underneath her, then lifted her behind, so that it was the most elevated part of her body.
She knelt between Lucy's open legs. Her knees pressed into the mattress, and her reddened bottom wriggled.
"That's the way, dear," Lucy said. "Keep your tail up, and you'll be rewarded for your efforts."
Eric whined. His massive paws scraped against the floorboards.
Lucy said, "Up, Eric! Come on, boy!"
Eagerly the huge hound hopped on the bed. He came up to Lucy, and nuzzled her breasts with the cold nose of his snout.
His jaws opened, and his long tongue slurped sloppily over Lucy's breasts, leaving wide glistening tracks of saliva on them.
The nipples, of course, were made harder and stiffer than ever.
Lucy directed Eric to Carol. Carol gasped as the dog trotted behind her, and applied his astounding tongue to her bottom and pussy.
Eric was aroused by the taste and odor of the brunette's pussy. His dog's cock hardened and grew. , It dangled beneath him, brushing against the short-haired surface of his lean belly. He licked his chops with eager excitement.
Carol gasped as Eric mounted her. The hound rested his massive paws on her back, and rose on his hindquarters.
Lucy took hold of Carol's ears, and pulled her face back down to her pussy.
She said, "Just because you're being serviced by my stud of a dog, doesn't mean that you can forget about pleasing me!"
Eric bumped his cock against Carol's soft parts. Carol moaned as the dog cock penetrated her pussy, pushing the labia to the sides. .
Lucy rocked her hips back and forth. Carol tongued her frantically, expressing her excitement with her lips and tongue working on Lucy's dripping sex.
Eric humped against Carol's backside, wild and without restraint. Carol moaned from the weight of him on her recently spanked bottom.
Lucy looked at the scene through blurred eyes. She saw Carol's face pressed against her pussy, and Eric's boxlike head was only inches away from her.
The dog yipped and whined with pleasure as he humped Carol. Lucy reached out and rubbed and scratched the dog between his ears.
Carol's tongue flicked and lashed along Lucy's slit. Her wet lips found the clitoris and sucked gently on it.
Lucy moaned. Eric licked her hand. His dog's body worked like a machine as he humped Carol.
Carol gasped and moaned, her cries muffled against Lucy's pussy. The bed rocked and shook as the trio moved on it.
Eric came with a spurt. His head lowered, and rested on Carol's gasping, heaving back. His hindquarters gave a few final spasmodic heaves.
Lucy came. Heat detonated in her clitoris and fireballed through her belly and thighs. She closed her thighs on Carol's head.
Lucy shuddered as her orgasm hit her. She crossed her arms over her breasts as she hugged herself and cried out in ecstasy.
She opened her thighs, releasing Carol. Carol looked up, her face wet and shining.
