Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior.
Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in this book are a case in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society.
WILD WIFE-a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sally crouched in a corner, whimpering with fear. Outside she could hear the sounds of destruction as the raiders pillaged the city. She smelled smoke. They were starting to burn the buildings.
She looked around frantically for some way of escape. Impossible. There were only two exits from her bedroom--the door and the window, and the window had a heavy iron grating over it. No use that way, anyhow. She could hear the raiders shouting and laughing in the narrow street below.
Sally contemplated making a run for it out of her door, but she was afraid to open it. Inside her bedroom she felt as if she had at least the illusion of safety, unless, of course, the house was put to the torch. It had taken her several minutes to drop the heavy wooden bar across the door. The door itself was heavy, made of thick, hand-hewn planks.
Suddenly the frightened girl heard a sound in the hall. Her hand flew to her mouth. Raiders!
If she was lucky, they'd pass by her room. But no! The sight of a closed door was too much for them. "What the hell's in here?" she heard a gruff voice call out. The latch rattled. Someone was putting their weight against the door. "Locked, by God!" the same rough voice said.
The door shook violently, but the heavy bar held it. Sally heard other voices out in the hall. "There must be something really valuable in there," an excited voice said. "Let's beat the door in."
"Get that big bench ... we'll use it for a battering ram," the gruff voice called out.
Sally crouched further and further back into her corner as heavy blows began to shake the stout wooden door. It held for at least a dozen blows, but eventually the hinges began to loosen, and the planks themselves began to spring apart from one another. Through the cracks in the wood, Sally caught glimpses of half a dozen roughly dressed men.
Finally, with a splintering crash, the door came crashing full length into the room. The doorway was wide-open. The men crowded into the opening. "Ohho! Look at that over there!" one of the men cried out, spying Sally crouched in her corner. "The kind of treasure we're looking for!"
The men crowded into the bedroom, led by the man who had spotted Sally. He was one of the most villainous-looking men she'd ever seen, big, burly, dressed in once-colorful but now ragged clothing. His shaggy hair was tied back behind his head. He wore a huge pistol in his belt and sword hung from a dirty red sash draped over one shoulder. He was barefoot. Worst of all he had only one eye, covered by a tattered black eyepatch. A hideous scar twisted down the right side of his face.
The men fanned out around Sally. They were all lesser repetitions of the first man, tattered and dirty, some of them bloodstained. Sally wondered where her husband was. If some of the blood on the raiders was his.
The man with the eye-patch laughed. "We couldn't have found her in a better place," he said, casting a glance at the big bed. "Let's rape her."
Sally almost fainted from fear and loathing. The big man started forward, but one of the others grabbed his sleeve. "You remember what the Cap'n said," he mumbled. "That we had to bring everything to the central square so it could be portioned out equally."
"Bah!" the big man snarled, shaking off the other man's arm. "We'll take her to the square, all right. But that doesn't mean we can't do a little sampling first. Let's see what we've got," he bellowed.
He reached out a huge paw. Sally tried to flinch away, but she was as far back in the corner as she could go. The man's hand seized the bodice of her low-cut dress and yanked hard.
The rich, heavy material was surprisingly strong. It held for a moment, so that Sally was jerked roughly forward, her head snapping back sharply. The man pulled again and this time the material gave.
There was a loud ripping sound. The dress tore down to Sally's waist, baring her breasts, which were naked beneath it.
There was an admiring murmur from the men. "Gawd ... look at them beauties!" one of the men hissed. For a moment they all held still, staring at the girl's lush, taut young breasts, rising and falling rapidly in time to her frightened breathing. The pale pink nipples were puckered with fear.
Suddenly the big one-eyed man moved forward. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of the girl's naked tits. Sally felt pain, then a moment later his mouth crushed down on hers. She felt his tongue worm insinuatingly into her mouth. She was too stunned, too frightened to resist.
Then the man's mouth moved down to her breasts, wandering hotly over the soft swelling flesh. Sally shuddered as she felt the wetness of his mouth close around one nipple. Oh, this was awful! An abomination! A hideous travesty of the tender caresses she was used to from her husband!
Sally didn't start struggling until she felt the man's hand pulling up her dress, baring her legs. "No!" she cried out, trying to push him away. Her fingernails left bloody tracks down his bristly cheeks.
The man's other hand crashed into Sally's face. She reeled back, dazed. "Come on," the one-eyed man called to his companions. "Help me get these damned clothes off her!"
Sally was spun around as a man began tearing at the heavy material of her long skirt. She heard more fabric tearing, then there was a cool air over her naked legs. Her underclothing was being pulled at, ripped free of her cowering body. She was too stunned, too confused to defend herself. Not that it would have done any good against so many strong ruthless men.
Sally was picked up and flung down on the bed like a rag doll. She was certain she was going to be killed. Her flesh slimnk away from the expected agony of sharp thrusting steel.
But instead she felt hands. Hands all over her body, caressing her tits, pawing at her thighs, digging toward her crotch. She let out a sigh almost of relief. At least for the moment she was going to live.
Her eyes were tightly shut. She slowly opened them. The men were gathered all around her on the bed. Their eyes glittered with lust as they sampled her lush naked body.
"Get your hand the hell out of there. Her cunt's mine. I'm the one who found her," the one-eyed man said. He slapped another man's hand away from her pussy. A moment later Sally felt his hand sliding between her thighs.
She let out an involuntary gasp as he brutally rammed one thick finger up into her cunt. She felt the calloused hand sliding past her thick outer pussy lips, prying open her pussy hole, then sliding deep inside.
The girl bit down on her lip, expecting pain as the man dug so brutally into her pussy. But to Sally's surprise, it didn't hurt at all. She realized her cunt was very wet. She could hear the man's finger squishing noisily as it moved eagerly in and out of her invaded pussy hole.
For a moment the girl was so surprised she forgot to be afraid. Why was she so wet? Was it fear? Or ... was she turned on?
Impossible! she told herself. Impossible to be turned on in a situation as horrible as this. Her husband was probably dead, killed by these very fiends who were abusing her body. She sensed the city lay in ruins all around the house. No, she should feel nothing but revulsion toward these crude brutes.
Yet, there was no denying it. The supposedly unwanted finger shoved so brutally up her cunt felt ... felt good!
"Oh, no!" Sally sobbed in humiliation as she realized she was beginning to enjoy what these animals were doing to her. At least her body was. Her mind kept its distance, disgusted as little shivers of pleasure began to ripple her stomach muscles.
"Hey! I think she likes it!" the one-eyed man guffawed. He could feel her cunt muscles opening and closing hungrily around his finger. He shoved another finger in beside the first. It went in easily. Her pussy hole was obviously wet and ready for anything.
"Why ... why?" Sally wondered. Why was she reacting this way? What they were doing to her body was so disgustingly different than the gentle way her husband always made love to her. She was not used to feeling rough hands.
Of course! That was it! She was not used to feeling at all! Not with her husband. In the past she'd always put it out of her mind, but it had been a long time since her body had felt this aroused, this used, this ... alive! Ever since that day years ago when her father's stable-boy had stolen her virginity in the barn.
A ripple of pleasure shot through Sally's finger-stuffed cunt. Oh God, that finger felt good! Horrified, she realized her hips were beginning to grind upward, shoving her pussy mound against the man's calloused hand. She wanted more fingers up inside her suddenly horny crotch.
Sally tried to control herself, to maintain the icy air of martyrdom she knew should be required of any good Christian girl in a horrible situation like this.
But it didn't work. Her eyes were half-shut, but not from pain. Her teeth nibbled at her lower lip in an attempt to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. The finger in her cunt was driving her wild!
The men around her sensed her arousal. Their hands were all over her tits again, pawing, pinching her nipples. She sensed her nipples were becoming hard and swollen with passion. Pleasure trickled down from her mauled tits into her body, mixing with the ecstasy being pumped into her cunt by that plunging finger.
None of the other men tried for her cunt. It seemed to belong by mutual consent to the one-eyed man. The others were obviously afraid of him.
But one man, a little wizened man who had crawled up on the bed and was crouching next to Sally's head was so excited that he decided to take a chance. Casting apprehensive glances in the direction of the one-eyed man, he opened the front of his pants and pulled out his cock.
It was right in front of Sally's eyes. She was amazed. For such a little man he had an enormous cock, bloated already and quickly swelling larger. The bloated purpled head was much bigger than the gnarled, blue-veined shaft. It looked like the knob on the end of a heavy, twisted walking stick.
The one-eyed man wasn't making any complaints about what the little man was doing. His attitude seemed to be that he didn't care what the others did as long as he kept control of Sally's cunt.
Still glancing furtively at the other man, the little man moved his swollen prick within an inch of Sally's face. "Come on, sweetie," he said in a whining, wheedling voice. "Ain't it pretty? How would you like to suck it?"
Sally stared at the tip of the little man's cock. It was so close to her eyes she had to look at it cross-eyed. It seemed huge. The little slit in the end gaped at her blankly. She saw the man squeeze his cock eagerly with his fingers. A single drop of sperm welled up in the slitted opening, gleaming like a jewel before it finally dripped stickily down onto her cheek.
"Don't ask her, you asshole," the one-eyed man snarled. "Just do it. We're supposed to be raping the bitch!"
The little man's eyes widened. He didn't seem to have thought of that. Then a look of wild excitement creased his wizened features. He began wildly stuffing his cock in Sally's mouth, battering at her lips with the swollen cock tip.
Sally resisted for a moment, but somebody pinched her nostrils shut. To breath she had to open her mouth. As soon as she did she found herself gagging on the little man's huge prick, which had quickly slid inside.
There was no way to fight back. Not really. For a moment she thought of biting down on the rubbery shaft filling her mouth. But she knew she'd suffer for that. Once again the thought of sharp steel slicing into her flesh filled Sally with horror.
No, she'd have to go ahead and suck the man's cock. She'd have to suck it until he ... until he came in her mouth. Horrible thought!
Or was it? The finger in Sally's cunt was affecting her imagination. The cock in her mouth began to excite her. It's hot rubbery, aliveness. The odor of male crotch. Even the knowledge that sooner or later the little man's cock was going to squirt hot slippery sperm down her throat.
"Mmmmpphhhh! Mmmnnnggg ... uuunnnggg," Sally mumbled around the huge prick filling her mouth. "Oh, God ... like hot butter inside ... like hot butter!" the little man wailed. His eyes were nearly popping from his head with pleasure.
He began humping his hips downward, sawing his enormous cock in and out of Sally's mouth. She felt her lips stretching cruelly. The tip of the cock battered at the back of her throat, making her choke.
But to her amazement, she found herself sucking. Sucking on the cock that had been rammed so brutally down her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and filled. She managed to open her throat wide, letting the little man's prick slide partway down her throat. His cock was all the way in her mouth now. His wiry crotch hair was plastered to her upper lip like an obscene moustache.
The little man wailed, his whole body writhing with delight Sally felt his cock swelling even larger in her mouth. She knew he was going to cum and tried to get ready for it.
But she choked and coughed as gush after gush of scalding, salty sperm rushed into her mouth. She swallowed frantically, but couldn't swallow it all. Thick rivulets of sticky white sperm gushed back where her lips were stretched so tightly around the jerking, bucking shaft and dripped down the side of her face.
Triumphantly the little man reared back and pulled his cock out of Sally's semen-filled mouth. One last sticky drop hung from the tip, fastened to Sally's chin like a rubber band. It stretched, stretched, and then broke.
Sally was embarrassed, mortified. She knew she had behaved shamelessly, the way she had so avidly sucked the cum from this horrible little man's huge cock.
But what could she do? She could never hope to fight off these pirate plunderers of her body. She had no one to fight for her, and worst of all ... she felt horribly turned on!
"Stand back, you assholes," the one-eyed man suddenly snarled. "I think our naked little beauty's a lot hotter than she wants to admit. I'll show you just how much."
Sally looked up, wondering what he intended to do, just in time to see the man's fingers slip out of her cunt. They came out all wet and shiny with her inner juices, sucking noisily free of her hotly clasping pussy walls. Sally experienced a sinking feeling of regret now that her cunt was empty, but she didn't dare admit it. Particularly not to herself.
"What you gonna do?" one of the others asked the one-eyed man.
"I'm gonna eat her cunt," he replied. "Suck her snatch. Lick her pussy."
A thrill of something passed through Sally's body. Horror? delight? She couldn't tell. My God, how long since she'd had her cunt eaten? Certainly not since she'd gotten married. She had no doubt her husband would never have married her if he'd known what wild perversions she'd shared with the stable boy. Her husband was so, so ... so pure. Oh hell ... so boring!
The big man moved onto the bed, in between Sally's spread-eagled thighs. Her cunt, a soft little mound fleeced with short curly golden fur, was right beneath him.
He placed a thumb on either of the cringing girl's naked pussy lips and slowly pried outward. Sally's crotch-lips parted, sticking together a moment, then sucking wetly free of one another. Her pussy slit gaped pinkly. All her treasures were bared. The flushed, slick valley of her slit, the pearly, swollen tip of her clit, the slowly pulsing opening to her vagina, stretched a little by the earlier intrusion of the one-eyed man's thick fingers.
Sally felt cool air washing over her moist, heated inner pussy slit. The one-eyed man was staring down at it as if it were -lined with gold and precious jewels. She saw his thick tongue flicker over his lips, moistening them. Her whole body quivered, waiting.
He suddenly buried his head between Sally's thighs. "Uuuuunnnngggghhh!" she grunted loudly as his tongue stabbed, lizardlike deep into her slit. She felt it search around a moment, sliding under her tender swollen inner clit, then grope upward.
The girl tensed, her body rigid. A second later the one-eyed man's tongue-tip had found her clit and was circling it like a pack of wolves around a wounded deer. "A-aa-aaa-aaaa-aaaahhhh!" Sally cried out, her body spasming helplessly.
There was no point in pretending now. Her body was completely out of control. It felt as if the one-eyed man's tongue was shooting a million volts of lightning into her cunt. Sally twitched and jerked helplessly as he started moving his tongue slowly up and down the shuddering length of her wildly reacting slit.
Sally's arms were trembling with the strain of trying not to react, her hands balled into fists right alongside her head. She strained and moaned as the one-eyed man lapped at her cunt. He was fiendishly good at it. He seemed to have been born eating cunt. Sally felt her body turning to water. Boiling, steaming water.
When he finally made a direct attack on her clit, Sally lost the last of her control. His tongue started flicking the hot little sex button back and forth like a miniature punching bag.
Sally's hands rose from beside her head, reaching out, grasping. They hesitated a moment, right over the man's head. Then he started sucking her clit. Sucked it right into his mouth and began nipping lightly at it with his teeth.
The girl's fingers hooked into his hair desperately, holding on tightly. "Oh yes ... oh yes!" she wailed. "Suck my twat. Shove your tongue up my cunt! It feels so good!"
She sensed the man chuckling down between her legs, his voice bubbling obscenely through the soft wet flesh of her cunt. She was completely humiliated, completely crushed. She had given in to this animal, but she couldn't help it. Her body had betrayed her, desperate for the ecstasy he was licking into her cunt.
Suddenly the man wrenched his mouth away from Sally's quivering snatch. He passed one hand across his face, wiping away some of her shiny, slick pussy juice. She could smell the odor of her own arousal as she lay helplessly on her back, waiting to see what this pirate would do to her next.
Wonderful! He was unbuttoning the front of his pants! Sally gasped as a huge, erect prick fell out onto his hand, jutting from the one-eyed man's fly like a medieval lance. Oh God! It was meant for her!
Sally's cunt throbbed in anticipation as the one-eyed man hitched his weight up, moving his torso closer to her wide-open crotch.
"You want this?" he teased, pointing his immense tool straight at her pussy hole. Sally's body cried yes! but she kept her mouth shut. This final humiliation she couldn't stand ... to hear herself beg to be raped!
But the one-eyed man kept insisting. "Do you want it? Let me hear you say it," he repeated over and over. He began running the bloated tip of his prick up and down the steaming length of her bubbling pussy slit. Sometimes he worked the tip a little way up inside Sally's hungry pussy hole. But never more than an inch. Each time her hips bucked forward, trying to capture more of that steel-hard rod.
Finally she could stand it no longer. "Yes! Yes!" she hissed. "I want it. I ... I want you to fuck me! Fill me with it ... fill me!"
Guffawing loudly, the one-eyed man began to work his prick up into Sally's eager pussy hole. But when he felt its elastic walls clasping greedily around his slowly advancing rod, the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a look of overpowering passion. "Jesus, God, you feel good inside!" he moaned.
Suddenly the man seemed to lose his self-control too. With a loud groan he seized her hips in an iron grip, lifting her ass up off the bed, then started ramming his cock hard into her cunt, as deep as it would go.
"Unh ... unh ... unh ... " Sally grunted, her hips rising to meet his, her cunt gobbling every inch of his big cock. She felt a wild excitement growing far up inside her belly. She knew she was going to cum soon, and how long since she'd had an orgasm? How long since her namby-pamby, holy son-of-a-bitch husband had made her cum. Well, she was going to get it off now, even if she had to get raped to do it!
Or so she thought. She heard the one-eyed man groaning more loudly, but didn't know what it meant until she felt a hot wetness flooding her vagina. He was cumming.
"No! No!" Sally shrieked. "Not yet. Wait just a little bit longer and I'll cum too!"
But it was no use. She stared up at the big man's lust-contorted features, his single eye bulging from its socket as he pumped his nuts off in her cunt. Sally strained to cum too, but the very act of straining killed the orgasm that had been rising in her shudderingly ready belly.
She sobbed helplessly as the one-eyed man slowly pulled his shrinking prick from her frustrated pussy hole. He was grinning lasciviously down at her. She hated him then, and wished she could wipe that hateful grin from his face.
She had no more thought the words when the grin vanished, replaced by a sudden look of fear. "What's going on here?" she heard a powerful voice call out from the doorway.
All the men spun around. All their faces showed fear. Sally blinked away her tears and looked toward the door.
The most handsome man she'd ever seen was standing there. He was tall and apparently well-built. He wore the plumed hat of a cavalier on his head. His clothes were immaculate. A long rapier hung from one side, trailing away behind him. He had a thin moustache and a small pointed beard that accentuated the perfection of his features. "What's going on here, I said?" the man repeated.
The one-eyed man bowed. "Nothin', Cap'n ... nothin' at all," the one eyed man mumbled. "Just us boys having a little fun and relaxation."
The man addressed as Cap'n, obviously the leader of the raiders strode forward and looked down at Sally's violated body. He jerked around, his fist crashing into the one-eyed man's face. Sally's former tormentor fell heavily to the floor. She could see that he was conscious, but he didn't seem to dare to look up.
The Captain moved closer to Sally. "Let me apologize for the crude behavior of these animals," he said suavely. His eyes flicked up and down Sally's nude, cum-slippery body. "Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" he asked.
Sally began to babble. She didn't want to say the words but they poured from her throat in a seemingly uncontrollable torrent. "Yes!" she begged. "Fuck me. Shove something up my cunt ... make me cum. It's been so long since anybody made me cum. Oh God, you can't know how awful it's been ... to be fucked and not to have a chance to ... "
She babbled on and on, unable to stop even when she saw the Captain begin to unfasten the front of his velvet breeches. A second later she was looking at the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Hard as a rock. The cock of her dreams. The cock that just had to make her cum.
It was in her. She felt it going into her desperately horny cunt. Felt it peeling back her thick outer lips, pushing them out of the way as it slid far up into her pussy hole. She looked up into the Captain's handsome face. He stared back at her impassively and started fucking mechanically in and out of her cunt.
Her cunt reacted wildly, the slippery inner walls holding desperately to his remorselessly fucking member. Her orgasm flared into life again, far up in her belly, ready to explode into ecstasy.
Then she felt it ... the familiar final swelling of the huge cock up inside her twat. The preliminary jerkings.
The Captain was going to cum too soon. Just like the others. Just like always. "No! No!" she cried. Wait for me! Don't cum yet. Don't cum!"
The scene began to fall apart in front of Sally's eyes. She was being shaken. Someone had her by the shoulder and was shaking her hard. "What? What?" she cried.
And found herself staring into the familiar face of her husband, John.
"Wake up, honey ... wake up!" he was saying. "You're having a nightmare."
Sally looked around her, at her familiar bedroom. No raiders, no burning city, and worst of all, no cock inside her hungry cunt.
"Come on ... calm down," John repeated. "You were just having a bad dream."
Sally forced her mind into the present. But she could still feel the huge cock that had been up inside her horny snatch. That huge cock that had been about to spout too soon, leaving her unsatisfied.
She sighed. "Oh boy, was I ever."
CHAPTER TWO
"You were really yelling," John mumbled sleepily. "Like you were being killed."
"I was being tortured," Sally murmured in reply, remembering the repeated near-orgasm that never quite had a chance to happen.
While John rolled over, obviously intending to go back to sleep, Sally's numbed mind went over as much of the dream as she could remember.
She had no trouble figuring out where the idea for the dream came from. From her own miserable married life of course. And from just last night.
How fitting, the missed orgasms. How constant a part of her life. A bitter taste filled Sally's mouth as she remembered what had happened between her and John before they went to sleep last night.
At first she thought she was finally going to get a good fuck. The alcohol had helped. She and John had been to a party. Not a very late party but John had had a fair amount to drink. He was drinking a lot more lately, she had noticed. Gulping the stuff down desperately as if it were going to set his tense life straight.
When they got home, John had been unusually romantic. Sally refused to pay any attention to it at first. For the past several months she had more or less accepted the fact that her husband's sexual interest in her was fading.
It had not always been that way. In the early part of their marriage she had thought John was going to fuck her to death. Not that she complained. It was a better way to go than most.
But ever since he had got that new job a year ago something seemed to be wrong. Ever since he'd started working for that awful Mr. Scott.
At first Sally had thought he was just too tired to make love as much as he used to. He was working very hard. She waited for it to pass, but instead of passing, it got worse.
Soon John was making love to her only a couple of times a week. Then once. Now, as she lay there staring at the ceiling, reliving the prophetic dream, she realized John hadn't made love to her for over three weeks!
And the last time he had deigned to shove his big prick up her starving cunt, he had shot off too soon. Almost as if he weren't interested and wanted to get it over with. The time before that it had been the same thing. And the time before and the time before that too. A series of hasty, unfulfilling fucks that had left Sally's nerves ragged and stretched taught as violin strings.
Last night John had seemed almost gay, almost his old, lively, sexy self. As Sally bent over to unlock the front door, he had been playing with her ass, his finger slipping up into the tight crack between her firm ass cheeks, poking at her sensitive asshole, rubbing down toward her pussy.
Sally determined not to let this opportunity pass. Correctly ascribing John's renewed interest in her ass to the booze, she quickly mixed him another drink.
Then, while he was sitting in the living room, happy as a frog, drinking his drink, Sally went into the bedroom and pulled out her most sexy nightgown. One of the Frederick's of Hollywood kind, with the heart-shaped cut-out over her naked pussy, and the low top that barely hung onto the nowerect tips of her automatically excited nipples.
It seemed to work, the combination of the booze and the sexy nightgown. When Sally came into no, slinked into the living room, she saw a spark of interest in John's eyes. He put his drink down, a little unsteadily, nearly missing the table and dropping it onto the rug. "Hey ... come here, pretty woman," he said softly.
Sally came over, to stand right in front of him. With her standing and him sitting on the low couch, her artfully framed pussy was right in front of his face.
He reached out and began to trace heart-shaped patterns around his wife's cunt as if the cut-out area of the nightgown were a stencil.
Sally felt her cunt growing wetter and wetter. Oh God, she prayed silently. Let him fuck me!
John was looking at his wife's cunt like he'd never seen it before, a slightly bemused look on his handsome face. He ran his fingertips over the tightly-curled, soft blonde hair covering Sally's pussy lips. Sally was a real blonde. Actually, her cunt hair was a little blonder than the hair on her head, which was so dark blonde it looked like sage honey.
"Whoops!" John suddenly chuckled. "I think I've struck oil." His fingers had encountered his wife's gushing pussy juices. He let a little of the warm slippery juice coat the back of one finger, then slipped the finger up into his wife's hot slit as she stood before him. Just the back of his finger, nestling it into the steaming little fur-fringed valley.
Sally began to move her hips. She couldn't help it. It was so long since her cunt had felt anything but her own desperately masturbating fingers.
John seemed to go along with this. His fingers began to move too, working up and down her slippery slit. "Oooohhhh," Sally sighed voluptuously. Her hips continued to move.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, a little more sharply as John slipped his index finger up into her pussy hole. A huge, slow-moving wave of feeling bubbled up from Sally's finger-filled cunt, making her entire body tremble.
John finger-fucked her for a while as she stood in front of him. He even managed to work on her clit a little with the forefinger of his other hand. Sally grew so excited her legs began to shake and shudder. When she felt she could no longer stand up she regretfully sank to her knees in front of her husband.
Rather than be forced to lean forward in an uncomfortable position, John let his fingers slip from Sally's cunt. She shivered with disappointment.
But he had other surprises for her. He untied the top of her nightgown and bared her naked breasts. They were already a little swollen with passion, jutting firmly from Sally's rib cage, two solid, slightly quivering mounds, the nipples starting to peak up.
John cupped one of the big globes in each hand, squeezing gently. The veins in his wife's tits were slightly swollen too, showing through the snoxxhite flesh like little road maps.
He flicked his thumbs across the distended nipples. "Mmmmmnnn," Sally sighed.
Propping up her tits, John leaned forward and began to lick and suck the nipples. The rosy little buds sprang up against his tongue. In seconds they were as hard as small candies, warm tasting and hot against his tongue.
Sally felt wonderful. Not just because her tits were being licked and her cunt had just had a finger up inside its horny depths. What made her feel best was a sudden feeling that, at least for now, John seemed to be his old self. There was a real warmth, a happy-go-lucky affection coming from him, kindling her passion as much as the touch of his hands and tongue.
When he had her panting with arousal, John stood up and made Sally take his place on the couch. He positioned her so that her ass cheeks were poised right on the edge of the seat, her cunt thrust out, her legs spread wide.
Her cunt gaped lewdly at him through the obscene opening in the short pants of the nightgown. When Sally hooked her fingers in the waistband and raised her ass off the couch so that she could pull off the panties, John stopped her "No," he said. "I like it the way it is. It may sound kinky but those corny panties turn me on.
Well and good, Sally thought. If they turned him on enough to get him to fuck her regularly, she'd buy a dozen pair.
John was standing in front of her. She watched him undress. His shirt went first, baring his broad, powerfully-muscled chest. Then his pants and last his underwear.
She stared at his naked cock. Sally had always been a little in awe of John's cock. It was so big! She hadn't been a virgin when they met. She had known plenty of other cocks before, which was why she was so impressed by his. She loved it. It was long and broad, hardening to a kind of firm rubbery texture that was able to plunge deep into her cunt without hurting her tender tissues.
She watched John handle the big shaft, saw it grow harder and longer as he massaged the smooth prick. She saw the head enlarge until it flared out from the stalk behind it. Her cunt ached, seethed and throbbed, ready to be filled with that marvelous organ. John knelt in front of her. His face was soft with love as he fed his cock slowly up into her pussy hole. "Oh, John ... Oh, John!" Sally whimpered happily as she felt inch after inch of hot throbbing cock meat slide into her quivering body.
Suddenly she wished she hadn't spoken. Some of the tenderness went out of her husband's face, as if he'd been awakened from a dream.
He looked down, his face incredulous, almost as if he were surprised to find his cock buried in his wife's cunt. "What's the matter, John?" Sally blurted.
"Nothing. Nothing," he growled. But it wasn't the same now. John's face, was fixed, set. He seemed to be viewing what he was doing as some kind of duty. A duty that he wanted to get over with as soon as possible. As he looked down at his cock sawing in and out of Sally's cunt, the look on his face underwent an even further transformation. With a sickening lurch of her heart, Sally read it as disgust.
She almost pulled away from John then, hating the thought of being an object of disgust. But it had been too long since she'd been fucked. Her hungry cunt wasn't about to give up the big cock now plowing steadily in and out of its voraciously sucking depths.
Wordlessly the two fucked. There was no sound but the wet squish, squish, squish of John's cock chugging in and out of his wife's juicy snatch, the sound of their breathing, slowly growing faster and faster.
Suddenly John's face screwed into a tense grimace. He grabbed hold of Sally's hips and began fucking faster. Sally gasped as she felt John's prick digging deeper and deeper into her cunt. For a moment she liked it, then she realized what he was doing.
He was trying to get it over with. Long before she was going to have a chance to cum. His sudden coldness had turned her off a little. She was going to take longer than normal tonight.
And she wouldn't get the chance. She heard John grunt, saw his features twist further, then felt a wet heat flooding her cunt. "No, John ... no!" she cried out. "For God's sake, couldn't you wait a little for me?"
The repressed rage of months of frustration flooded out of Sally. She felt completely turned off now, even while john's sperm was still jetting hotly up into her cunt. As soon as he had finished cumming, Sally drew her hips back, forcing his cock out of her cunt. "You're so damned selfish," she said acidly.
John's face flushed. "If you don't like what I've got to offer, baby," he snapped back, "don't beg for it."
Sally turned pale with rage. She disentangled herself from John and stomped into the bathroom, where she tore off her sexy nightgown and threw: it in the trash. Then she carefully washed every drop of John's sperm from her cunt.
She had cooled down a little by the time she came out of the bathroom. She was thoughtful now. Thoughtful and sad.
John was in bed. He rolled over, away from her when she got in beside him. "John," she said. "We've got to talk."
He mumbled something and stayed facing away from her. "John ... I don't know what it is," she said, "but something's going wrong between us. Oh, I know from experience that you'll just say it's only that I'm not satisfied with the way you make love. That you're obviously not enough for me. But that's not it at all. It's something deeper. We did fine in the beginning, and I don't think I'm really any more demanding now. John, I ... "
Sally looked over at her husband disbelievingly. "John!" she said sharply. But he was snoring.
How could he do it? Sally wondered, more upset by his apparent indifference than to what had passed between them in the living room. Didn't he realize she wanted to discuss the whole future of their marriage? What Sally failed to remember was that John was one of those people who fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. He hadn't paid any attention to her because he hadn't heard a word she said.
It took Sally hours to go to sleep. Then she had the dream. The dream of being ravished again and again but never brought to orgasm. A dream symbolic of the last few months of her life.
When John woke her up she saw that it was dawn. So much for the night. It took her a while to come down from the vividness of her dream. She expected to hear sounds of the door being battered down at any moment. John lay beside her, moving around a little, apparently not quite asleep, not quite awake.
Sally realized how horny and aroused she was. The dream had been so real. Her cunt felt like it had actually had a couple of huge hard cocks up inside. Every time she moved, she felt her thighs slip wetly over one another. Her cunt was gushing.
She glanced over at John and got the surprise of her life. He was lying on his back, and wonder of wonders, the sheet was tented high above his loins.
He had an erection.
Sally hardly dared breathe. Having seen it enough times, she had no trouble forming a picture of what her husband's erect prick must look like under the sheet. Luscious. Her cunt throbbed as she stared.
At first Sally held back, because of what had happened between them last night. But her hungry cunt won out. If there was even a chance....
Sally squirmed close to John, raising one leg and putting it over his thigh. She rubbed her cunt against her husband's leg, knowing she was leaving wet pussy tracks behind. She could feel the rigid base of John's cock, resting on top of her thigh.
She boldly reached out and grasped the bone-hard member. John stirred, his eyes opening a little.
Sally started jacking him off, hoping she could get him so excited he'd fuck her. But John's eyes shot open wide as she rhythmically squeezed his prick. He tore himself away, rolling out from underneath the covers and her leg, onto his feet next to the bed. "God, do I have to piss!" he yelped, and moved off toward the bathroom.
Sally was once again mortified. She squeezed back tears as she heard John pissing in the bathroom. But she was determined not to let him see her cry. Mixed with her disappointment was bitter anger.
When John came out of the bathroom he didn't try to get back in bed. "Jesus, it's already time to get ready for work," he said, looking at the clock. He grimaced. "Mmmnn ... my head kind of hurts. I guess I drank a little too much last night."
Sally read John's mood as apologetic, even guilty. But it didn't make her cunt feel any better. She lay in bed, not saying a word, staring up at the ceiling as John finished getting ready for work. "Well ... bye, honey," he said lamely. Sally didn't say a word. John darted out of the house, almost grateful to have escaped any further words with his wife.
All through the time John was still in the house, Sally was aware that her pussy still throbbed. It needed, and it wanted her to know. She rigidly suppressed it until at last she heard the front door close.
Then Sally got out of bed, grimly determined to do something about her cunt. Something that would at least temporarily satisfy her endemic horniness.
She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She bent down and rummaged through the vegetable drawer, finally coming up with a long, thick cucumber.
She had spotted it the day before in the market. A perfect cucumber, with a smooth skin and blunt, rounded ends. She had been unable to resist the impulse to buy it, although neither she nor John cared much for cucumbers. Sally carefully washed the big vegetable, using warm water, because the cucumber was very cold from the refrigerator.
Then she went into the living room and sat down in the big armchair. She put the cucumber down on the arm of the chair and lay back.
For a moment she did nothing. Then she began to think. To think about all the fucks she could remember. To think about the many times hard cocks had slid up into her twat.
The more she thought, the hornier she got. Her hands went to her tits, massaging them, lightly at first, but soon her fingers were digging brutally into the big creamy mounds. The soft flesh squirted back through the gaps between her fingers. When she moved her hands, they left red marks behind. Out of rage and frustration, she was almost mutilating herself.
When her nipples were so hard and swollen Sally was afraid they were going to split, she turned her attention to her cunt. She began running her fingers slowly up her steaming slit, shivering as she did so.
She was so wet! Her fingers slithered the length of the fleshy valley between her legs, soon coated with her gushing juices.
Her forefinger found her clit. She began to circle the taut little button, remembering the way the pirate had circled it with his tongue in her dream. God! That was something! she thought. To be ravaged that way. Of course, she thought glumly, they hadn't been man enough to get her off. Even in her dreams.
An awful thought occurred to Sally. Maybe it was her fault! Maybe something had gone wrong so that she couldn't cum any more, at least not when a man fucked her with his cock. Maybe John had been trying hard all the time and she was just ... turning frigid! Maybe the only way she could get it off now was to rub her own clit.
Well, that's what the cucumber was for. Sally moved one hand away from her cunt and picked up the big cucumber. It was cold in her hand, not really as nice as a cock. But it would have to do.
Sally slowly parted her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand. She looked down, almost curiously, watching the thick, hair-fringed pads part, baring her inner slit. She saw her pussy hole gaping eagerly. Well ... it was going to get filled.
Sally carefully placed the rounded tip of one end of the cucumber against the dimpled opening. She started to push it up her twat, rotating it a little.
Jesus, it was cold! Sally gritted her teeth as the cucumber slowly screwed up into her cunt. She felt her pussy walls stretching, fighting back a little because of the coldness of the big vegetable.
But she kept on shoving. Eventually she felt it hit the far end of her pussyhole. It was in her cunt all the way.
Sally began slowly fucking the cucumber in and out of her twat. Her cunt either got used to the coldness or the cucumber began to be warmed by her cunt. Either way, she started to feel good. Her breath came a little faster. She grabbed the cucumber as hard as she could and began really ramming it up into her snatch. It sucked in and out with lewd, loud, wet noises.
Sally hooked her legs up over the arms of the chair, so that the whole plane of her crotch was spread out as flat and as open as possible. She could clearly see the cucumber jutting from her crotch. Her obscene vegetable lover.
She began playing with her clit again. It felt so good that she forgot the cucumber for a while. It stuck out of her cunt like a smooth mossy stump.
"Oooohhh ... aaahhh," Sally whimpered, her fingers dancing madly over her clit. It was so sensitive now she doubted she could have borne anyone else but herself to touch it. She knew just how hard and where.
She knew she would cum in another few seconds if she kept up this mad pummeling of her clit. But she also realized that wouldn't prove anything. No. It had to be with the cucumber.
Sally reluctantly took her hand away from her clit. She wrapped her fingers around the cucumber again and began pumping it in and out of her pussy hole.
It felt very good now. The cucumber had warmed up, and maybe even softened a little as it soaked in her hot pussy juices.
She tried to pretend it was a real cock, closing her eyes and trying to remember how the handsome captain had looked in her dream. The more she thought about him, the more excited she became. She imagined the cock was his, and rammed it in and out of her snatch with her eyes closed.
She was fucking herself really hard now. The cucumber was racing as far up into her vagina as any cock ever had. And one nice thing. It wouldn't cum prematurely.
Sally curled her body forward and wrapped her other hand around the cucumber. Her tempo increased, the cucumber a green flash as it moved in and out of her cunt, its hard surface shiny with her cunt juices.
She cheated a little, arching the edge of her ass so that it banged into her clit every time she shoved the cucumber up her twat.
She got so excited she squeezed too hard and some of her finger broke through the skin of the cucumber into the soft white pulp beneath. Oh God, she thought despairingly, was the cucumber going to let her down too?
But she found she could get an even better grip on the big vegetable now as her fingers dug deep into its meat. Cucumber seeds squirted out onto her straining thighs. She felt cucumber juice mixing with her own hotly flowing pussy juices.
Then she felt it, her orgasm, flowering alive deep inside her cunt. She knew just what to do to keep it alive. She thrust the cucumber deep, timing the thrusts to coincide with the increasing surges of her passion.
Sally's head jerked back as a savage spasm ripped through her belly. She was suddenly cumming. Her orgasm was overpowering, the result of too much built-up frustration. It wasn't even pleasant. Just a long drawn-out, shrieking, whimpering, shuddering release. More cucumber seeds squirted out of the mangled vegetable, sticking to Sally's wire-tight thighs. The cucumber was ruined when her orgasm finally ended and she sank back in the chair, gasping.
After a little rest, Sally carefully pulled the cucumber out of her cunt. She wanted to make sure none of it broke off inside her snatch. She could see herself going to a doctor and saying, Doctor ... could you scrape these pieces of cucumber out of my twat?
For the first time in days Sally laughed. Then her face sobered. "What the hell do you have to laugh about?" she asked herself acidly. "Jes-us ... reduced to making it with a fucking cucumber!"
She held up what was left of her most recent lover, then took it in the kitchen and tossed it down the garbage disposal. She was on her way back to the bathroom, so she could take a shower and wash the cucumber juice off herself when she looked over at the bed and saw where the indentation of John's body was still visible on the sheet.
Sally suddenly started crying. She fell on the bed, sobbing. "What went wrong?" she cried out. "God damn it, what the hell went wrong?"
Eventually she got herself under control. Getting up from the bed she postponed the shower and went into the kitchen to mix herself a drink. She grimaced as she took the first sip. She really didn't care for the taste of booze at nine in the morning. But she needed something to calm her nerves.
She was in the middle of another sip when the phone rang. She put the drink down and picked up the receiver. "Hi," a cheery feminine voice said into her ear. "This is Helen. Whatcha gonna do with yourself today?"
Helen Farnsworth, her old friend Helen Farnsworth. She clutched onto the other woman's voice like a drowning person clutching at a log. "Oh! Oh, nothing much. Why? Did you have something in mind?"
"Nothing special. I could use a little company though. Feel like coming over?"
"Sure," Sally said. "I'll just take a shower and be right over.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally and Helen had been friends for the last six months. Helen was a little older than Sally, who was twenty-four. Helen had never told her but Sally guessed her age at about twenty-seven.
They had met, of all places, in a supermarket. Sally hadn't been watching where she was going and had rammed Helen's basket with her own. A watermelon fell from Sally's basket and broke open on the floor. There was a lot of scurrying around, trying to mop up melon juice, then both women broke out laughing.
The two women were immediately attracted to one another. Addresses were swapped and they began to see one another fairly regularly, although Sally realized, as she drove over to Helen's place, she hadn't seen the other woman for about a month. She'd been too caught up in her marital problems, too lost and miserable to feel like going anywhere.
She was a little in awe of Helen. There were things about the other woman she couldn't figure out, and other things she didn't even want to figure out.
For instance, Helen and men. Helen wasn't married, and as far as Sally knew, didn't have any regular boyfriends. At least Sally had never met any, and Helen never talked about them. Yet, an air of deep sexuality emanated from Helen. She certainly didn't look either frustrated or frigid. From time to time she made cryptic allusions to her sex life. Sally had the impression her friend was into some pretty kinky things. She never pressed the point, and neither did Helen.
She arrived at Helen's house and parked in the drive. Helen met her at the door, dressed in a long robe. "Hi!" she said. "I was out in the back yard, soaking up some sun, but I heard your car. Come on out back with me.
Sally followed her friend through the house out into the big back yard. She studied Helen as she moved along behind her. She liked the way Helen walked. Smooth, graceful, long strides. She walked like someone who knew where she was going.
Helen was a good-sized woman, taller than Sally, lithely built, rich brunette in coloring, with a calm, lovely face. Nothing clumsy about her size at all. Sally was a little jealous of her good looks, forgetting her own bright blonde, big-breasted beauty.
Helen looked over at Sally questioningly. "All right with you if I do some more sunbathing?" she asked.
"No. Why should I mind?" Sally replied. "I wish now I'd brought my bikini, so I could join you."
"Bikini? Don't be silly. Join me anyhow."
Then Sally saw why Helen was wearing the robe. She was naked underneath. She casually peeled it off, baring her body.
Sally's eyes quickly appraised her friend's nude form. She had to admit Helen was stunning naked. Slender, yes, but with big firm breasts, swooping from her sleek ribcage, jutting forward and out, ending in sharppointed nipples that seemed an extension of the breasts themselves. As Helen moved, her nipples executed little jiggling movements, dancing at the ends of those beautiful tits.
Helen's belly was also sleek, but not hard-muscled and flat, although it looked strong. It flowed softly into the surprisingly rich swell of her hips. High up between slender but well rounded thighs nestled a neat little patch of rich brown pussy hair. A beautiful woman.
"Here, look ... I've got an extra towel for you," Helen said to Sally, picking up a big beach towel and walking naked with it out onto the lawn. She put it down next to a towel already lying there, and which she lay down on, sinking down in a smooth graceful movement.
Sally hesitated, glancing around the yard. She wasn't used to being naked outdoors, and being naked in front of Helen made her unaccountably nervous. She couldn't tell why, but in a way being naked with Helen wasn't like being naked with another woman.
However, the fence surrounding the yard looked high enough to keep anyone from looking into the yard. And Helen certainly didn't seem to mind being naked in front of her. Most of all, it was a gorgeous day, with the sun warm on her back but not blistering hot. Why not, then?
Sally quickly took off her clothes by the back door and stacked them on a chair. Then she tripped out onto the lawn, the grass soft and fresh under her feet, feeling wonderfully daring and wicked.
She quickly sank down onto her belly next to Helen, who was also lying on her belly. Sally felt better with her tits and pussy pressed protectively against the concealing towel. "Ummm," she sighed as she sank down into the towel. The sun did feel good on her naked back.
She turned her head and saw that Helen was turned a little toward her, her head propped up on one hand so she could look at her. One of her big tits was raised up off the towel, the nipple clearly visible. Sally tried not to look. She found that the sight of Helen's body vaguely excited her. Wow! You're so horny you're getting weird! she warned herself.
"I haven't seen you for a while," Helen Said.
I haven't felt like going out much."
"Depressed?"
"Well ... Yes."
"Sorry to pry, but I could read it on your face. Want to talk about it?"
Sally hesitated. Well, why not get it off her chest. "The usual," she finally said. "Marriage problems."
"Sex life's dying by inches, huh?" Helen said wryly.
Sally's head jerked around. "How did you know?" she blurted.
Helen laughed. "Relax, I haven't been spying. It's normal enough let's see, you been married two or three years now, time enough for problems like that to crop up. Besides, your whole body shows it. You look pretty frustrated and horny, baby."
"God, it really does show, huh?" Sally said glumly. "I admit it. I haven't had a good fuck for months."
Why was she telling Helen all these things she wondered? Normally she kept her mouth shut about her private affairs. But it did feel good to tell someone else, someone understanding.
"Have you thought about taking a lover?" Helen asked.
"Well ... yeah, I did kind of run that through my mind," Sally admitted. "But not for long. Too much hassle. A friend of mine tried that, but the jerk she chose really fell for her. Started bugging her about leaving her husband for him. Finally he walked right up to her husband one day--the two men had never even met before--and decked him! What a mess that was! No ... I'd get divorced first, rather than clown around on the side. "
"So ... what's keeping you married? Hopelessly in love?"
Sally wrinkled her nose. "Maybe there's some of that. But I'm beginning to believe some of what keeps me married is simple habit. You're right. It's been almost three years. Being married is kind of comfortable ... aside from being horny all the time. Besides, what would I do for a living? I never really did work. I hate to admit it, but John makes good money and I like what it buys."
"A-hah! Honesty hour," Helen said cheerfully. "The mad life of Sally Benson. Hey, I hate to interrupt this moment of confession, but you look pretty white to me, like you haven't been out in the sun for a while. We'd better lather same sun tan lotion on your hide or it'll burn."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess you're right." Sally hated to admit it, but she was pretty pale. She looked around for some sun tan lotion but Helen already had it in her hand, "Here, you just lie there and relax. I'll put it on for you," Helen said.
"Real service," Sally mumbled lazily. The sun was beginning to relax her. She didn't feel like doing anything for herself.
A moment later she felt a cold pool of sun tan lotion trickle onto her naked back. "Yow!" she yelped, jumping a little.
"Sorry. I should have warmed it first," Helen said. "I'll take care of that now."
A moment later Sally felt Helen's hands on her back. Helen rubbed the lotion around in big circles, working it into her skin. The lotion warmed quickly. Her flesh was already hot from the sun, and Helen's briskly moving hands helped her relax even more.
"Mmmmnnnnn ... feels good," Sally murmured drowsily. She felt her tense muscles softening as Helen's fingers kneaded deep into her flesh. It was more of a massage than just putting lotion on her skin. She appreciated it. What she really needed now was some old-fashioned tender loving care.
Very soon Helen had rubbed lotion into the whole of her back and shoulders. But Sally was surprised when she felt a splash of lotion on her ass, followed immediately by Helen's warm hands.
Sally's eyes flew open. She had never had another woman touch her ass. It unnerved her a little but she had to admit it felt good, as Helen's talented fingers dug deep into her ass cheeks, relaxing the big muscles inside.
Then Helen was doing her legs, the backs of her thighs. Sally relaxed. It all felt so good she forgot to be nervous. But her legs had fallen open a little. Fortunately she couldn't see the speculative gaze on Helen's face as she stared down between her thighs at what she could see of her cunt. Two plump little buns, almost hairless when viewed from this angle. Helen's brown eyes began to glitter. Now she began to run her hands over Sally's body in long light strokes. Some of those strokes started far down on Sally's legs, gliding sensuously up her inner thighs almost to her cunt. The first couple of times this happened, Sally automatically tensed, and almost clamped her thighs together.
But as yet her cunt hadn't been touched, so she lay there, soaking up the pleasure of Helen's light touch. it was only when Helen began slowly kneading the backs of her thighs that the play got trickier. Now, sometimes, the backs of Helen's busily-working fingers brushed against her pussy lips. Sally became more and more aware of it, and the more aware she became, the more she realized she liked it.
Helen, picking the right moment carefully, said, "Come on ... roll over. I'll do the rest of you."
Sally rolled over slowly. Was this a good idea, she wondered? Now she could see Helen's face. She watched her friend closely as she began to massage the front of her body. So far, she found Helen's face blank, giving nothing away. She seemed to be interested in nothing more than giving her friend a good massage.
She rubbed Sally's arms and shoulders. It felt so good, so relaxing, yet sensuous, that Sally was glad she had let her go ahead.
But the further down her shoulders Helen's hands came, the closer they got to her tits. Finally, boldly, unselfconsciously, Helen began rubbing her tits, her hands directly on them, moving the big orbs in circles, her fingers sinking deeply into the soft but resilient flesh. It wasn't very sexual yet, but finally Sally saw the glitter in Helen's eyes. A hot, calculating glitter.
"You wouldn't be trying to seduce me, would you?" she asked abruptly.
Helen's eyes met hers. "You wouldn't be thinking of letting me, would you?" she replied coolly.
"I ... don't know. I've never done anything like that before."
"Well, I have, and I like it. And I think it's what you need right now. You're about as sexually strung out as anyone I ever saw.
"But ... this is weird ... "
"Is it? You decide for yourself. If I do anything you don't like, just ask me to stop."
Sally didn't reply. She was scared but still loving the expert touch of Helen's hands on her body. Helen had stopped rubbing her tits and was massaging down over her belly now Helen's hands moved lower and lower, until they were within an inch of Sally's cunt, brushing through the soft curl of her pussy hair.
Sally tensed and was about to ask her friend to stop, but the hands suddenly moved past her cunt, stroking her legs. They moved down the outer part of her thighs, then came back up the inner thigh making the soft sensitive flesh tingle with anticipation as they once again neared her cunt.
Sally tensed, but the hands went by again. This time straight to her tits. Helen began to rub them again, but in a different way this time. Lightly, sensually. Within minutes she was lightly passing her palms over Sally's nipples. They quickly grew hard, pushing back against Helen's palms. "That feels good, doesn't it?" Helen said softly.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just keep on doing it for a while, will you?"
Sally drifted into a daydream of soft pleasure. She lay there with her eyes closed as Helen's hands glided lightly over her tits. Then she felt something hot and wet against one nipple, felt something tickling her chest and belly.
Her eyes flew open. Helen had bent forward and was gently licking her nipple. The tickling sensation was Helen's long dark hair, which had spilled over her body, covering her with a dark gleaming soft mass.
Sally watched breathlessly as Helen's tongue flicked out of her mouth again and again, just grazing her nipple. Sally fought an urge to arch her back, shoving her tit more tightly against Helen's mouth. This teasing action of the other woman's tongue was driving her crazy!
Helen seemed to read her mind. She opened her lips, then sucked the nipple deep into her mouth. "Oooohhhhh," Sally moaned. It was the first hint she'd given of the pleasure radiating through her tits.
Helen moved her mouth to the other nipple, then back and forth between each tit. Sally's breath began to suck in and out shudderingly. She didn't moan again. She panted.
She was aware of one of Helen's hands moving down toward her cunt. She didn't fight it this time. Instead she opened her thighs wider, making room for the hand as it groped down between her legs.
At first Helen seemed content with merely cupping her pussy mound while still sucking her tits. The cupped hand softly squeezed the hair-covered mound. But all the while the middle finger was slowly brushing pussy hair out of the way. All of a sudden Sally's pussy lips parted and the finger slipped deep into her slit.
"Ooooohhhh," Sally moaned again as Helen's finger glided up her wildly sensitive slit and found her throbbing clit.
Sally realized how wet her cunt was. So far she'd been paying attention only to her tits, and what Helen's mouth was doing to them. Now, she heard Helen's finger swishing wetly through her steaming, dripping slit, and felt the hot juices squirting out onto her trembling thighs.
Helen played her clit like it was a musical instrument. She took every conceivable type of pleasure out of the swollen, trembling little sex button. "Ooohhhhh ... Oh, yes ... That feels so good, Helen," Sally whimpered, not trying to hide her passion any longer. "Ooohhhhh ... I'd forgotten anything could feel so good!"
Helen's finger popped up into her pussy hole. Sally's hips jerked upward, her pussy mound meeting the other woman's hand. She kept her hips moving in a slow fucking motion as Helen's finger slid smoothly in and out of her cunt.
Helen slipped in another finger, and a third. Sally felt her cunt stretching and stretching. Her breath was coming in short labored gasps now. She hoped, if Helen kept up what she was doing, she would cum.
But Helen moved her head away from her tits, and at the same time let her fingers slip from Sally's twitching cunt. "Oh!" Sally blurted. "You're not going to stop, are you?"
Helen laughed. "And leave you hanging? Not a chance. But so far we've only been going through the preliminaries. It's time for the main act."
"The main act? But what ... ?"
"What do you think, silly? I'm going to eat you, that's what. I'm going to stick my tongue in your box."
Sally was stunned. She wondered why she hadn't thought of that. So far, of course, what Helen had been doing to her had been enough in itself. But now, when she thought of her friend sticking her tongue up her twat, the same tongue that had been doing such a good job on her tingling tits, a huge wave of excitement passed through Sally. "Eat me?" she murmured blankly.
"Uhhuh. Now ... let me get in between your legs. Come on ... open up."
Sally obediently opened her legs and Helen crawled in between them. She felt vulnerable, with the other woman kneeling there, looking down at her naked pussy. But excited too. What an incredible change for her, to have been horribly frustrated for so long and then to have this happen!
Helen was rubbing her pussy mound again. "I've never eaten a blonde twat before," Helen said, combing aside the short curly golden pussy hair.
"Will it make a difference?" Sally asked shakily.
"I don't know. It's pretty though. Let's see ... "
Helen slowly parted Sally's pussy lips with her thumbs. "Oh, it is pretty!" Helen exclaimed. "Really nice and pink and wet inside. And hot. God, it almost burns my finger!"
Helen slid two of her finger underneath Sally's flushed, swollen inner labia and folded them back, baring the young blonde's pussy hole. It pulsed invitingly, slow gushes of pussy juice welling up out of its depths.
The brunette's gaze moved higher up the bright wet slit. Sally's clit peeked shyly from behind its half-covering of fleshy folds. "Time for lunch," she said gaily.
Sally held her breath as her friend's head dipped toward her cunt. She felt Helen's warm breath washing over the tender, wet inner flesh of her slit.
Then Helen's tongue darted out of her mouth, snakelike, and stabbed deep into Sally's eagerly-waiting pussy flesh. "Aaaahhhh," Sally whimpered. A rippling shudder convulsed her body. Her legs jerked up, bending at the knees. Her heels dug into the grass as she automatically shoved her hips upward, grinding her cunt against Helen's face. Her whole pussy felt like it was on fire.
Helen licked artfully, her tongue darting into every nook and cranny of Sally's cunt. She held the pussy lips open with her fingers, her arms circling around behind Sally's legs and over the tops of her trembling thighs.
Once she stabbed her tongue deep up into Sally's pussy hole, as far as it would go. The blonde's cunt muscles spasmed strongly, tugging at Helen's tongue. "Oh God!" Sally wailed.
But the real action was at Sally's clit. Helen isolated the little nubbin, her tongue pushing the surrounding flesh out of the way. Then she formed the tip of her tongue into a sharp point and began jabbing it lightly against the ever-swelling love button.
She rammed two fingers up into Sally's cunt, right below where her chin was pressing into the moaning woman's slit. She finger-fucked her then, timing her thrusts to coincide with the hot stabs of her darting tongue.
Sally thought she was going to go out of her mind. Her body writhed and twisted. She moaned and whimpered. Her fingers clawed at the lawn, pulling up handfuls of grass. Helen's tongue was driving her crazy. It was almost more than she could stand.
But it was almost as if the other woman would not permit her to cum. Every time she felt an orgasm flowering up inside her tongue-invaded cunt, Helen pulled back a little. The tension in her loins grew and grew.
Then, when Sally's body was stretched taut with desire, Helen made her final assault. She suddenly sucked Sally's clit deep into her mouth. She held it trapped there while her tongue worked on the little button mercilessly.
"Ah! Uunnhh ... oooohhhhh! Aaggh! Nnnnmmmggghh!" Sally babbled. Her hips bucked so hard Helen felt as if her neck were going to snap.
Then the brunette felt a hot gush of sweet-tasting pussy juices rush up out of Sally's cunt. She was cumming! "Aaaiiiyyyyy!" Sally wailed, her body thrashing wildly, helplessly in the final throes of her orgasm. She came and came, every time her climax wound down Helen would begin a fresh assault on her clit. Her fingers remained stationary far up inside the other woman's cunt, giving her spasming cunt muscles something to work against.
Finally Sally couldn't stand it any longer. "Enough!" she whimpered. "I can't take it any longer. Stop! You're killing me!"
Helen regretfully pulled her mouth away from Sally's still spasming cunt. She wiped the shiny pussy juices away with the back of one hand. Then she rolled over on her back next to Sally, who was fighting desperately to get her breath back her body kept twitching involuntarily as orgasmic aftershocks rippled up her cunt.
"Oh God ... that was incredible!" she finally burst out.
"You liked it, huh?"
"Oh, yes!"
"You think it's your thing, then?"
Sally hesitated. "Well ... I'd have to think about it." She purposely kept from watching Helen, because the idea occurred to her that the other woman might expect her to do the same thing for her. Sally didn't know if she was ready for that.
"What's the matter?" Helen asked. You didn't get off?"
"Oh, no. I came all right. It was wonderful." For a few seconds Sally searched for the right words to say just how she felt. "It was just ... well ... I missed being actually fucked."
Helen laughed. "You mean, having a nice big hard cock shoved up your horny little twat? Oh, Sally, you incurable romantic, you."
Helen's blunt words shocked Sally a little. Silly, she thought, after letting her eat you. But at least she wasn't mad.
Helen grew more serious. "I know how you feel. I feel the same way. You have to understand. I'm not some fanatic Lesbian. I like cock too. In fact, I was thinking of indulging in some. Interested in joining me? I could arrange to have a nice hard cock here in no time at all."
Sally felt her cunt lurch eagerly. But she clamped down on her desire. "Thanks, but no thanks. I told you how I feel about lovers while I'm still married. Too dangerous."
Helen laughed again. "Oh, but this one would never talk or get jealous. He's wonderful that way, and can he fuck!"
She suddenly got up. "Wait here," she said. "I'll get him and then you can decide. He's in the bedroom now. "
Before Sally could get up, Helen ran into the house. Sally hesitated a moment, then realized Helen was going to bring a man out here into the yard and she was mother-naked.
She was reaching over for Helen's robe when she heard her friend call out to her from the porch, "Sally ... I want you to meet the best stud in the world." Too late for clothes.
But when Sally looked up, she was stunned. Walking beside Helen as she stepped out onto the grass, bounding playfully, was a huge German shepherd dog.
Sally was still gaping when Helen reached her. "Sally ... meet Duke. He's got a cock you wouldn't believe!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"But ... but ... but ... " Sally sputtered.
"But what?" Helen replied, laughing.
"You mean you ... "
"Fuck the dog? Sure. Every chance I get."
"I didn't even know you had a dog!"
Helen sat down on the grass next to Sally. Her left hand idly scratched Duke behind the ears. The big dog stood next to her, his tail wagging busily. He looked like any ordinary oversized pet, but Sally stared at him in awe. Helen was fucking him?
"I've had Duke about a month," Helen told her. "While you were too wrapped up in your problems to call me, I was too wrapped up in getting to know Duke's gorgeous cock to think of calling anyone."
"But you called me today ... "
"Sure. I was starting to get lonely for somebody I could talk to. That's one of Duke's weaknesses, not being able to talk, which is also, of course, one of his conveniences. He doesn't blab. Anyhow, I called you and I'm really glad you came over. Aren't you?" And Helen affectionately patted Sally's naked thigh.
Sally shivered with pleasure as she remembered the feel of her friend's talented tongue up inside her still glowing snatch. She looked at the dog again, suspecting that Helen was pulling her leg. "I still can't believe you make it with the dog. I mean, how do you get him to do it?"
"He's trained, aren't you, Duke, old boy," Helen said, kissing the dog affectionately on the nose. "I bought him trained. In fact, he was trained to fuck just little old me and nobody else."
She turned to Sally. "But I've wondered if he could be encouraged to fuck another woman." Sally saw the way Helen was looking at her. "Hey, wait a minute! Not me!" she blurted. Then she laughed. "I still think you're putting me on," she said. "Aren't you? I mean ... getting a dog to fuck you! Come on, Helen!"
Helen smiled at her archly. "Want to see something interesting?" she asked. Then she turned to the dog. "Come over here a little closer, Duke, old buddy," she said. She positioned the dog so that his flank was to the both of them.
Then she reached underneath his body and began to rub his cock. Or at least, the hairy protuberance that housed his cock.
Sally gasped. "Hey! You'll make him mad!" she warned.
"Does he look mad?" Helen said. "Just watch."
Sally watched the dog closely. No he definitely didn't look angry. But the harder Helen rubbed his cock, the more animated he became. His tongue lolled from his mouth and he began to breathe more and more quickly. He kept jerking his big head around, looking back at Helen. She started to kiss his nose again, but he beat her to it, suddenly licking her face. Helen laughed delightedly.
"See? He loves me," she said to Sally. All through this the blonde sat staring disbelievingly. Was Helen nuts? "Look!" Helen suddenly cried. "It's getting hard!"
Sally's eyes darted back to the dog's belly. At first she didn't see anything but Helen's slender hand silhouetted against the animal's dark fur.
Then she saw it. Just a flash of scarlet at first. It took her a moment to realize what it was.
The needle tip of the dog's cock, barely peeping from its furry covering!
Helen kept jacking the animal off. The cock grew, slowly at first, until about two inches of tapered dog prick was jutting into the open.
Then, as if some critical point had been reached, Duke's cock slid smoothly and majestically out of his belly, reaching full hardness in seconds.
Sally stared at the dog's erect prick. It was enormous! But what really enthralled her was its obscene shape and color. So thick through most of its length, but instead of being bulbous at the tip like a man's cock, it tapered to a sharp point. God, it would go in easily!
Helen's hand slid from the hairy pouch directly onto the dog's naked cock. Duke gave a little jerk, then his loins started to pump slowly, pushing his prick down against Helen's softly stroking hand.
"There, there, boy feels good, doesn't it?" Helen murmured affectionately to the big animal. "You hang on a little while longer and you'll get your reward ... okay?"
Helen turned to Sally. "Want to touch it?" she asked, taking her hand away from Duke's swollen prick, and with a graceful sweep, motioning Sally forward.
"Oh, Helen, I couldn't!" Sally blurted. But even as she said it she realized she wanted to touch that obscenely red prick. She felt silly though, even thinking such a thought. How kinky!
"Oh, don't give me that crap," Helen laughed. "You're dying to touch it. Go ahead. I'm interested in seeing if Duke lets you. So far I'm the only person he's been trained to do this with."
Sally had already hitched her body closer to the dog's. Now she drew back. "Oh, he won't ... "
"Bite you? No, he's a lamb. I just want to see how he reacts. If he keeps it up. Come on ... go ahead."
Well, Sally thought, if it's in the nature of an experiment. She moved close to the dog and gingerly slid her hand underneath his belly, reaching for his cock. Duke looked at her nervously and started to slide away. "That's okay Duke ... hold still," Helen ordered the animal, patting his head reassuringly.
Sally's fingers closed around the dog's huge cock shaft. Her eyes opened wide. "My God, it's hard!" she blurted.
"The hardest cock I ever felt," Helen replied. "You can imagine how it feels up inside my cunt. And isn't it hot?"
Hard and hot, Sally thought, her brain spinning ninety miles an hour as she tried to imagine the dog sticking his huge prick up into her friend's twat. And it was slippery too. It obviously had its own lubrication. She found herself thinking practical thoughts. How Duke's cock would probably slide into a cunt pretty easily, not only because of its slickness, but because of the tapered tip.
"Hey! I think he likes you!" Helen exclaimed. The dog, after looking nervously at Sally a couple of times while she eagerly squeezed his cock, started shoving his prick down through her circled fingers, as he had done with Helen. Not only that, but he turned and licked her shoulder, the only part of her he could reach.
The dog's tongue was as hot as his cock, slithering over Sally's naked flesh and leaving behind a warm sensuous quivering. She started to jack the dog off, her fingers gliding smoothly up and down his rock-hard shaft. That incredible hardness still amazed Sally. The scarlet skin on the surface of the dog's prick felt like thin flexible parchment stretched over a core of solid steel.
Duke was humping madly now, his hips pumping steadily. Sally felt herself growing weirdly excited. Over a dog she wondered. But it was incredibly sexy, probably because it was so kinky, so perverted. She reflected that all the blase attitudes she had built up over sex, once it had become familiar to her, no longer held sway. Since this was in the realm of the forbidden, all the thrills contained in playing with the dog's cock were new thrills.
Sally had forgotten about anything but the big animal cock throbbing hotly inside the tight circle of her pumping fingers. But a moment later she felt the pressure of Helen's fingers, urging her hand to stop it's hot sexy work. "If you keep it up he's going to cum. And I'd rather have him cum in my cunt."
Sally's fingers fell away from the dog's rigid cock. She turned toward Helen, big-eyed. "You mean ... you're really going to let him fuck you?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"Let him? Hell, I'll beg him!" Helen replied. She spread her legs wide so that her naked cunt was bared to Sally's entranced gaze. "God! Look how ready I am!" Helen said.
While Sally watched, the brunette shoved two of her fingers up her pussy hole. Sally saw the thick outer lips part. Juice squirted as Helen's fingers slid up into her cunt and began to squirm around inside. "Gotta open myself up a little," she said.
"He's got one hell of a big cock."
Sally had never watched another woman masturbate before. She couldn't take her eyes off Helen's fingers, chugging in and out of her juicy cunt. Her own cunt was smoldering too, partly because of the way Helen had eaten her, partly because of the lewd excitement of thinking about the dog fucking Helen. And the dog's cock! So hot! So hard!
Now that no one was paying attention to his cock, Duke nosed in between Helen's thighs, his muzzle snuffling past her fingers, searching for her cunt. Sally saw the animal's long thick tongue lash out and dig into Helen's soft pussy flesh. "Ooohhhh," Helen moaned. "He's just as anxious as I am. See?"
Sally trembled from head to foot as she saw that huge tongue lashing at Helen's cunt flesh. Her own cunt heated a little more. She placed one hand on her pussy mound and squeezed tightly, trying to control the fire burning there. But the pressure only made her pussy hotter and more excited.
"I can't wait any longer," Helen moaned. She abruptly turned over, onto her hands and knees, shoving her ass high. "Okay, Duke," she panted. "Shove that gorgeous cock of yours up Momma's cunt."
As Helen wagged her raised ass back at him, the big dog danced around excitedly suddenly he reared up, mounting Helen's buttocks, his forelegs clamping tightly around her slender waist.
"Oh my God! He's actually going to do it!" Sally blurted as the animal danced forward on his hind legs, his huge cock jerking and swaying underneath his lean hairy belly. The tapered tip was nearing Helen's cunt, which was back between her sleek thighs, framed by a border of soft brown pussy hair.
"You didn't believe me, did you?" Helen panted. "Now you're going to see ... Oh, damn, this mutt has terrible aim!"
Duke had just shoved his hips forward, sending his cock slithering between Helen's thighs. But its sharp tip missed her gaping pussy hole, battering instead against the crouching woman's inner thigh. Duke started fucking automatically, his cock poking against the tender white flesh.
"Help him," Helen begged Sally. "Put his fucking prick up inside my cunt."
Sally gulped excitedly. What a trip she thought as she knelt next to her friend and groped blindly for the dog's cock.
She located Prince Duke's cock and started guiding it toward Helen's waiting cunt. She bent low, so she could see what she was doing.
Duke was yelping and whining now, but he let her position his prick. Sally placed the needle tip right up inside Helen's pussy slit, pushing the dog's loins forward until the sharp pink end of that monster shaft had actually been shoved about an inch up into Helen's gaping pussy hole.
She felt the dog's body tense with excitement. Then his iron-hard cock was whisked from her fingers as the animal slammed his loins forward, hammering his prick up into Helen's waiting snatch.
"Aaaauuufff!" Helen grunted. The brunette's body was jolted forward as Duke's loins smacked into her ass cheeks. God, how can she take all that at once? Sally wondered.
Duke immediately started fucking powerfully, his hips working like a pile driver, pounding his cock repeatedly up into Helen's twat.
Sally was still bent low, her head half under the dog's body, watching his mighty cock skewer in and out of Helen's cunt. Its immense thickness had pried the brunette's pussy lips wide apart. She saw the scarlet prick drag tendrils of pussy hair inside her cunt each time it plowed into the tight wet hole. Then, on the outstroke, Helen's pink inner pussy flesh was pulled into view, clinging lovingly to the withdrawing shaft.
The deep scarlet of the dog's pistoning cock looked obscene, compared to the lighter pink of Helen's slit. The animal's furry balls rocked forward with each mighty thrust, slapping against Helen's clit.
Sally rocked back on her heels, then let her legs stick straight out in front of her as she watched the dog fuck her friend. Unable to stand her own excitement any longer, Sally shoved a couple of fingers up her cunt and began to masturbate.
She scooted to the side so she could see the whole thing. Now she was able to make out Helen's face. The brunette's features glowed with passion, her brown eyes half-closed, her lips half-parted. She was uttering little mewing sounds of pleasure.
"Oh, Sally! It's good ... so good!" Helen moaned. She started ramming her ass back hard, her cunt gobbling the dog's big red cock Duke's tongue lolled from his mouth as he fucked into his mistress's tight snatch, his hips hunching fiercely.
"I can't believe it ... I can't believe it!" Sally mumbled over and over. But there it was, right in front of her eyes. Her friend Helen being fucked from behind by the huge German shepherd.
Her eyes ran greedily over Helen's body. God, she looked sexy. Her eyes focused on the other woman's big tits, swaying invitingly back and forth under her body as she rocked her hips back to meet the dog's powerful cock thrusts.
Sally remembered how the other woman had caressed her own tits. What was to keep her from doing the same for Helen? She'd never dared touch another woman's tits before, but why not now? This afternoon was a list of one incredible sexual firsts after another.
Sally rose up on her knees and shuffled close to Helen's dog fucked body. She reached and cupped one of her friend's big tits in each hand.
They were warm and heavy and softer than she'd expected. She felt how swollen the nipples were. Not really hard any more, but softly swollen as Helen's passion grew and grew.
She began squeezing Helen's tits gently, then harder and harder. She sensed that some of the low moans issuing from Helen's throat were the result of the way she was touching her tits. This excited Sally as much as watching the dog fuck her.
"C-C-Can you reach my clit?" Helen stammered.
"I ... I think so." By now Sally had lost the last of her self-consciousness. Her body melted in with Helen's and the dog's. Her hands stroked sensually down over Helen's belly, heading for her crotch.
She felt pussy hair under her groping finger tips. Soft silky wet pussy hair. The swell of Helen's pussy mound, then the depression of her upper slit.
Then hot slippery wetness as her fingertip slithered down into the woman's slit. It skidded along the slippery trench being brought up short by the bone hard shaft of Duke's cock, which was plunging in and out of Helen's pussy hole.
Excitedly Sally ran her hand lower, letting her fingers slide down that pistoning rod, now coated with Helen's slippery inner juices. She dug her fingers a little ways up into Helen's twat, alongside the animal's prick, feeling soft wet flesh squirm out of the way. Duke's hairy balls pressed tightly against the back of her hand.
"Oooohhhh ... ooohhhhhhh ... You're driving me crazy!" Helen whimpered. "Higher ... higher ... my clit!"
Sally, trembling with eagerness, slid her finger higher, until she felt the rigid bump of Helen's clit. She began to rub the taut little button hard, wanting to make Helen feel it in contrast to the heavy pounding of Duke's cock up inside her cunt.
It obviously worked. Helen began to writhe uncontrollably "Uuuunnggh ... aaaahhhhh mmmnnn," she moaned. Sally felt hot pussy juice coating her hand. She pummeled Helen's clit harder.
Suddenly the brunette's head jerked up, her brown eyes wide open. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "His cock is swelling up inside my cunt. He's going to cum!"
Going to cum! The words thrilled Sally. This brute animal was going to shoot his load up into Helen's cunt. He was going to fill her twat with gushing juice!
She gave Helen's clit a few more hard rubs, then slid her hand downward, until her fingers closed around Duke's swollen balls. She wanted to feel it when he came. Her other hand she shoved back up between her own legs, shoving her fingers up her cunt. She knelt beside the lewdly-locked duo, Helen and the humping dog, and masturbated frantically while she waited for Duke to cum.
It happened very quickly. She felt his balls swelling in her hand. Then the dog's cock-shaft, some of which pressed against the base of her hand, began to tremble and jerk.
Duke began to yip and howl. His hips beat out a fast tempo as he plunged his spouting prick deeper and deeper into Helen's hot pussy hole.
"Aaaaailiyyyy!" Helen wailed, her body twisting and writhing. "Oh God ... he's filling me up with his dog cum! It's so hot ... so hot! Aaaaaagggg-hhhh! I-I'm cumming too ... cumming ... CUUUMMIINNGGG!"
Sally, panting with passion, felt hot gushes of combined human and animal cum pouring back out Helen's cunt, cascading down onto her hand and wrist. The base of Duke's prick seemed impossibly huge. She felt the animal's balls spasming regularly as they pumped their hot load up into her friend's welcoming twat.
Sally felt Helen's belly muscles rippling rhythmically against her arm as her friend came and came. She herself had her own finger working hotly up inside her clasping cunt. But she saved most of her attention for Helen and the dog.
She suspected Helen might have been able to cum forever. It was Duke who broke it off. Sally felt his cock shrinking quickly against her hand, and the now depleted cock disappeared into Helen's body.
The dog abruptly hopped down, his slippery prick slithering past her hand, followed by a thick stream of hot fragrant cunt juice and dog cum.
Helen slowly toppled over onto her side, half on the towel, half off. She lay flat, panting for breath, one hand covering her eyes. "My God ... My God!" she kept whimpering.
Sally felt an overpowering urge to touch her friend's naked, body. But she felt Duke crowding her aside He thrust his bulk in between Helen's out-thrust legs, and lowering his huge head, began to lap up the thick fluids bubbling from her still-fluttering pussy hole.
Helen's body jerked with pleasure. "He always does that," she panted. "He always cleans me up after he fucks me."
Sally watched the animal's thick tongue splay out over her friend's pussy, pushing the thick lips aside, digging into the flushed inner cunt slit.
In a couple of minutes he had cleaned the last vestiges of cum from Helen's twat. Her snatch gleamed, clean and moist, pink and healthy-looking. Now, for the first time, Sally understood the attraction of a woman's cunt. She reached out and placed her hand on Helen's pussy. It was hot and soft. She felt it throb against her palm.
Helen looked up at her questioningly. Sally swallowed nervously. "Do you mind if I play with your cunt a little?" she asked.
Helen smiled at her. "Do ducks quack?" she replied enthusiastically.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sally was amazed as she realized how much one's life can change in the course of a few hours. Just this morning she had sunk into a slough of despondency, impossibly horny, feeling that she was never going to be sexually fulfilled again.
And now look what had happened to her. She had let another woman play with her cunt, then stick her tongue up inside its quivering, excited depths. She had caressed a dog's erect prick, then watched him fuck her friend, Helen. Not only that, she had joined in, squeezing Helen's tits, rubbing her clit, and most exciting of all, holding onto the dog's bloated balls while they shot their hot slippery animal load up into Helen's eager cunt.
Of course, up until now, all these things had been happening to her. She had been relatively passive as events swept her along. She was changing that now. She was becoming the aggressor as she moved in on Helen's naked cunt.
Sally knelt next to Helen, who was lying back, half propped up on her elbows, her legs spread wide. Her cunt was still pink and clean after the dog's inspired tongue-work. And warm and soft as Sally lay her hand on the throbbing furry mound of her friend's pussy.
"You're taking to this like an old pro," Helen murmured, a slight catch in her voice as Sally gently squeezed her pussy mound.
"Maybe I'm queer for women," Sally replied.
"I doubt it. I think you're queer for sex," Helen shot back. She opened her legs a little more.
Sally squeezed again. It thrilled her the way Helen's spongy cunt lips gave way under her touch. She let one finger work down into the center slit. She felt the soft pussy lips squirm apart to let her finger enter.
"It's so hot!" Sally burst out. Helen's inner slit steamed like the pit of a live volcano.
"You bet it's hot," Helen panted. "Oh, God, Sally! Your finger feels so good in my slit!"
Her words inflamed Sally, making her all the more aware of what she was doing--playing with another woman's naked cunt.
She began running her finger slowly up and down the juicy little trench, feeling the tender inner labia squish to the sides. She looked down, right into that pink valley.
The inner lips were flushed deep pink. They were hot too, and had the consistency of silk. She knew, from the way they were swollen, that Helen was awfully excited.
"Rub my clit!" Helen moaned. "It's just a little higher!"
Sally eagerly worked her finger uphill. It slid easily. Helen's cunt was gushing hot cum.
But, to her amazement, she had trouble locating her friend's clit. "No! No, a little more to the right ... Lower now ... There! Oh Damn, you slid off!" Helen babbled.
"I don't understand," Sally said in embarrassment. "I should know where a clit is. After all, I'm a woman."
"It happens," Helen replied, her voice shaky with desire. "We don't have any trouble finding our own clits when we want to masturbate, because our bodies tell us when we're right on it. It's a different story, locating another woman's clit. Now, if I were to ask you to locate a cock ... "
Sally supposed Helen was right. She'd found her clit easily enough, of course, when Duke was fucking her, but then, she'd had the dog's cock to watch as a guide, while it was pounding in and out of Helen's cunt.
Sally concentrated. She started looking for reactions in Helen. The brunette had a way of giving a sudden little jerk whenever she finally found her clit. Following these clues, Sally eventually got the hang of it. She located the taut little tip of Helen's half-hidden sex button and began to torture it mercilessly.
"Oooohhhhhh ... Ooohhhh, yes!" Helen whimpered. "That's the way! That's the way, Sally!"
Sally worked over her friend's clit, until she realized she was getting a little bored. What she was after was her pussy hole. She'd never had her fingers up a woman's snatch before.
The blonde let her finger drift down from Helen's pebble-hard clit. She felt the slick inner lips wriggling past her fingertip again. Then her finger seemed to drop into a puckered depression, a rubbery pit.
The pit flowered open hungrily, inviting her finger inside. She'd found Helen's pussy hole. Sally positioned herself so that she could see what she was doing. She reached down with her hand and pried Helen's pussy lips apart. Now she could see what was under her fingertips--a pulsing, petalled opening, gushing hot juices, inviting her inside.
Sally shoved downward with her forefinger. She saw and felt Helen's vaginal sphincter muscles resist a moment, then relax, letting the finger inside.
It sank in slowly, moving more easily as more and more of the slippery lubricant squirted over its length Sally felt hot wet flesh close until it was buried all the way to the last knuckle.
She began swirling the finger around inside Helen's pussy hole. The elastic flesh gave, then clasped hotly around her invading finger. "Mmmmnnnnn," Helen sighed. "Shove another finger up inside me, Sally dear."
Sally started adding fingers. She was amazed how much Helen could take. When she had three fingers up inside the other woman's cunt, she started fucking them steadily in and out.
But it wasn't enough for Helen. "More ... more!" she panted.
Sally added a fourth finger. She cupped her hand, forming the four fingers as much as possible into one thick short shaft and continued finger-fucking Helen with them. No, fist-fucking would be a better word. She had her whole fucking hand up her friend's cunt, sluicing wetly in and out of that slippery cunt hole.
Yet, she knew Helen didn't have a sloppy cunt. It had clasped tightly enough around her single finger, when that's all she had filling it. But it had accommodated itself to two fingers, then three, then four, all the time holding them snugly, wetly, lovingly. The truth was, the crouching blonde decided, Helen had a very strong and elastic cunt. A cunt made to take, and appreciate, anything that came its way.
It was a thrill for Sally to see her bunched fingers disappearing up into Helen's cunt. But she ached to do more. To throw herself body and soul into making love to her friend.
That meant eating Helen's snatch. That would be the pay-off, when she pressed her mouth to her friend's juicy twat.
But could she do it? A couple of hours ago, she would have hotly denied that she could ever do anything so ... so disgusting.
But now, after the way Helen had eaten her hotly responding box, and after participating when Helen had gotten the dog to fuck her. Well, nothing seemed impossible any more, She didn't say anything special to Helen. She merely crawled in between the other woman's outstretched legs, her hand still shoved up her twat.
Helen seemed to know what she intended from the start. "Oh, yes, Sally. Go ahead! Do it ... do it!" the brunette panted.
Sally took her fingers from Helen's cunt. They pulled out of that juicy pit with a loud sucking sound. She looked at her hand, shiny and dripping with juice. No doubt some of it was dog cum, well mixed in with Helen's copiously flowing pussy nectar.
Well, that should make it all the more exciting. Sally moved her face down toward Helen's waiting snatch. When she was close enough, its musky perfume filled her nostrils. Pink wet flesh gaped open, framed by wisps of dark curly pussy hair. Could she do it? Could she really put her mouth and tongue against all that hairy, fleshy wetness?
No point in thinking about it. To back out now would let her friend down.
Sally took in a big gulp of air and buried her face between Helen's sleek thighs. She felt wet flesh squirm against her lips. Her nose was being tickled by silky pussy hair. This close all she could smell was cunt, cunt, cunt. Crotch honey ran into her mouth, gagging her at first.
Breathing in through her nose, Sally forced her tongue out past her lips. She felt its sensitive tip slither deep into Helen's pussy slit. "A-aa-aaa-aaaa-aaaahhhh!" she heard Helen choke in ecstasy. The tall brunette's entire body jerked spasmodically. Her legs bucked, sending her crotch pounding up against Sally's face.
That did it for Sally. That made it all okay, knowing she was making her friend feel pleasure. She began to lick and suck enthusiastically, her tongue darting madly against Helen's clit. Her own body began to heat up as she sensed how excited Helen was becoming. She wished someone was eating her box too. She was tempted to squirm around so that Helen could sixty-nine her, but hesitated, believing she should wait until the other woman volunteered. After all, Helen had eaten her once already. Now it was the brunette's turn to get it off.
On impulse, she stretched her arms upward, groping over Helen's body until her hands found Helen's tits. She dug her fingers into the resilient mounds, isolating the swollen nipples, and began to pinch and roll them between her thumbs and forefingers. Helen twitched and moaned with renewed vigor.
Sally sucked and licked at Helen's clit for several minutes. She was obviously having no trouble finding it now. Not from the way the other woman was whimpering and moaning. "Oh, Sally!" Helen wailed. "You're driving me nuts. My cunt feels like it's on fire! Just keep it up a while longer and I'll cum!"
Sally felt a thrill of new excitement. She was going to make her friend cum! Her hotly working mouth and tongue were going to wring an orgasm from another woman's body!
Wanting to make it last as long as possible, Sally took her tongue-tip from Helen's clit and ran it quickly down her slit, until she had once again located the woman's vaginal opening. Forming her tongue into a sharppointed spear, she wormed it up into Helen's pussy hole, as far as it would go.
Helen's vaginal muscles spasmed, clasping desperately at her intruding tongue. Sally thought for a moment that her tongue was going to be torn out by the roots as Helen's powerful cunt muscles dragged it mercilessly deeper and deeper into its hot slippery interior.
A new taste flooded Sally's mouth, different from the taste of the rest of Helen's snatch. A kind of salty taste. The very special taste of hot pulsing cum.
No doubt some of it was the taste of Duke's dog cum, still seeping slowly from the depths of Helen's womb. The thought thrilled Sally, rather than repelling her. It added one more dimension to the forbiddeness of what she was doing--sucking another woman's cunt.
Gradually Sally won her tongue back, pulling it slowly out of Helen's grasping pussy hole. The young blonde decided it was time to return to Helen's clit. To get her off at last. Helen seemed to be agreeing. "Just a little more, Sally," she panted. "Just a little more and I'll make it ... "
What neither woman had counted on was the fact they were not alone. About six feet away, Duke lay sprawled on the soft grass, meticulously licking his big cock clean of the last drops of Helen's aromatic pussy juices.
At first he hadn't paid much attention to the two women. But when he heard his mistress making loud noises, and breathing like a broken steam engine, he raised his head and looked.
What he saw made his ears perk up. There, just two yards away, a human female ass was sticking invitingly in the air. Sally's ass, jutting higher than any other part of her body as she crouched, with head buried between Helen's legs.
In every case, when Duke had been called on to fuck a woman, he'd mounted the woman from behind. A high-thrust ass was a beacon of pleasure for him. It was a little confusing that this ass didn't belong to his beloved mistress, but it certainly was a functional enough ass for fucking. Sally's tight little snatch stared back at Duke from between her well-rounded thighs.
Duke got quickly to his feet and walked over behind Sally. He cocked his head on one side, staring at her cunt. The blonde hair fringing its plumpness, so different than Helen's dark brown muff, was indeed a disconcerting factor. But it certainly smelled like cunt. And the way Sally was writhing excitedly as she lapped Helen's cunt reminded the big animal of the way Helen writhed each time he fucked her. The dog remembered how Helen had reassured him when Sally had earlier put her unfamiliar hand on his sensitive cock. Maybe it was all right. It certainly was worth investigating.
The first notice Sally had of the dog's presence was when she felt something cold and wet press against her superheated pussy lips from behind "Yowww!" she yelped, tearing her head away from Helen's cunt. "What was that?"
Helen could see Duke standing behind the blonde's ass. "It's just my dog," she said. "He's sniffing your crotch. You know how dogs are about that."
"Oh," Sally said. She was debating turning around and pushing the dog away. By now he was snuffling loudly, his icy nose wandering all the way from her asshole to her cunt.
Then she felt something wonderfully warm and wet and powerful drag up the sensitive valley of her cunt, starting way down by her clit and ending far up in the crack of her ass.
"Oooohhhhhh," Sally moaned, her eyes bulging in stunned shock. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. "My God! He licked my cunt!" she burst out.
That's what it had been. Duke had started lapping Sally's twat, in his canine manner of becoming acquainted with it. He liked the taste. It was as rich and sweet as the taste of the honeyed slit between his mistress's soft white legs.
"Hey! What about eating my cunt?" Helen broke in, worried that Sally had found a new interest and was going to let her just hang there, only minutes away from an orgasm. She waggled her hips, grinding her cunt against the blonde's chin.
Dazed, Sally stared down at the gaping snatch so close to her face. Duke's tongue was driving her wild. It seemed to pour liquid fire into the trembling gash of her slit. She had finally got what she wanted. Now somebody, if only a dog, was paying attention to her own cunt while she herself licked Helen's.
With a sigh of sensuous satisfaction, Sally once again mashed her mouth against the wet heat of Helen's fleshy cunt. "Ooohhhh ... thank God!" Helen moaned gratefully as she felt her younger friend's enthusiastic tongue slither snake-like back up into her slit. Duke, the horny bastard, had almost blown it for her. She knew she'd better hurry up and come before the animal's fantastic tongue turned Sally into a mass of helpless jelly. She knew how it felt when Duke started licking her own snatch. It seemed to be hitting Sally just as hard.
But once again both women had planned without considering Duke. Licking wasn't going to be enough for him. The longer he licked Sally's sweet snatch, the more excited he became. His cock hardened again, sliding slowly out.
Sally, happily going crazy with pleasure as the animal's tongue stroked again and again the full length of her shuddering slit, suddenly felt a heavy weight descend on her back. Strong hairy forelegs clamped powerfully around her waist. "What? W-What's happening?" she blurted, tearing her mouth away from Helen's cunt.
Helen twisted her upper body to the side, so that she could see around Sally's body. "Oh, no," she groaned. "The big ape's gonna fuck you."
"WHAT?" Sally shrieked. Then she realized what had happened. Duke had mounted her upthrust buttocks, the same way she'd seen him mount Helen. She formed an instant image of that huge, sharppointed prick heading for her tender little pussy hole. "Oh, God, can't we get him off?" she wailed, suddenly very much afraid.
"We can try," Helen replied. "But it looks to me like he's got you pinned down, and you sure as hell have me pinned down."
It was true. Sally's arms and upper body were hopelessly entangled with Helen's legs and hips. And she knew she'd never be able to squirm away from the tremendous grip the dog's front legs had around her waist.
"I'm scared, Helen," she blurted out.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Sally, he's not going to kill you!" Helen snorted. "You ought to be grateful. This morning you were sniveling about being horny. Now, you're about to get one of the best fucks you ever had."
That was true, Sally thought. She was going to get fucked. Having watched its huge scarlet prick plow into Helen's body, she knew the dog was capable of it.
But that was precisely what scared her--that huge scarlet prick. She hadn't been fucked well in so long, her normally tight twat had shrunk even further. How could she hope to take the immensity of that huge scarlet probe up into her fear-clenched pussy hole?
It looked like she wasn't going to have much choice. She felt Duke's pointed prick jabbing against her buttocks as the dog hunched forward, seeking out her pussy entrance.
She twisted to the side, making him miss. When he tried again she lowered her ass. But that was a mistake. The tapered tip of that immense probe caught for a moment in the opening to her asshole. She sensed Duke about to pound the huge rod forward, to impale her tender ass. With a little squeal of despair, she shifted her ass to the side again, saving her virgin ass at the last moment. Duke's cock slid by harmlessly.
But she knew now that she could have worse things happen to her than have the dog's prick up her cunt. Why fight it, after all? Helen was right. She had an opportunity for a genuinely wild fuck, with no choice really, of backing out.
"Okay," she murmured, settling her ass down. She even reached back between her legs and took Duke's prick in her fingers, to guide it up into her waiting cunt.
It was as hard and as hot as she remembered. An unyielding rod of steel-hard flesh. Fortunately the tip was tapered, and her cunt was as wet and open as it was going to get. She placed the tip of the dog's prick a little way up inside her cuntal opening.
Then it felt to the girl as if someone had rammed a red-hot poker up her twat. Duke fucked forward, mercilessly, animal like, as he always did when he felt a hole in front of his hungry cock. The entire giant shaft slammed up into Sally's stunned cunt in one pile-driving rush.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Sally wailed, her entire body flinching forward. She felt as if she was splitting in two. As if a wedge was being pounded into her crotch.
She tried to crawl forward, away from the dog's steadily fucking cock. But Helen's body was in the way, and the dog's powerful forelegs held her securely in place. She had to take it. She had to take every painful thrust up into her agonized cunt.
Helen sensed what was happening to Sally. "For God's sake," she cried to her friend. "Relax. Don't fight it and it won't hurt. It's only a cock, after all."
Sally dimly heard her friend speaking. The last words got through to her. Only a cock. That was true. Actually, Duke's prick wasn't all that much bigger than John's. And a lot smaller at the tip. It was only fear, and the ruthless speed with which the animal had penetrated her twat that was causing all the trouble.
The crouching blonde forced herself to relax. She was surprised how quickly the pain changed to pleasure. One moment she was howling in agony, the next moment she was mewling with pleasure.
"Oh, God, Helen ... what a cock!" she blurted out, feeling the sharp-tipped dog prick reaching far up into her throbbing cunt. With a sudden thrill, she realized fully she was being fucked by a dog. By a brute animal!
Sally felt her guts flower open in welcome. She'd seen how wildly Duke fucked Helen. Now it was her turn. She thrust her hips back strongly, her cunt gobbling an extra inch of the animal's driving rod. She felt his furry balls slap into her slit, pounding against her clit. It was heaven!
What was that Helen was babbling about? Oh yes, she wanted her to eat her cunt some more. Blindly, concentrating most of her attention on the ecstasy in her cunt, Sally started mouthing Helen's twat again. This time she sucked the other woman's clit deeply between her lips, as Helen had done with her. The results were the same. Within seconds Helen started to cum. Sally choked as hot gushes of pussy juice were expelled from Helen's spasming cunt and flooded into her hotly sucking mouth. She lapped and sucked faithfully until she was certain that Helen had indeed cum.
Then the last of her self control vanished. With a groan she let her head twist to the left, her mouth sucking free of Helen's still quivering cunt.
Sally's body was running on overdrive now, fueled by the awesome power of Duke's remorselessly driving cock. It pounded far up into her body, reaching areas no cock had ever reached before.
Then she felt a change deep inside her. The girl's eyes opened wide. "H-Helen!" she stammered. "His ... His cock's changing shape inside me! What's happening?"
"It always happens," Helen said, still panting. "They told me about it where I had him trained. The end of his cock swells up, kind of like a doorknob. It's supposed to be so that it can't fall out of the bitch's cunt until he's shot off his load. In this case, I guess we're the bitches."
"Oh, God, it feels weird," Sally moaned. It did indeed feel as if a doorknob on the end of a pole was plowing up and down the madly responding length of her pussy channel. "That means he's going to cum, doesn't it? I ... Oh my God!"
Sally felt a sudden spurt of scalding dog cum shoot out the knob-like tip of Duke's hard-pumping dog cock. It wasn't several distinct spurts, like out of a man's cock.
Duke seemed to cum in one long continuous wave, his spouting semen seemed to drill a smoking hole right through her cunt and into her womb. Her reaction was immediate. "Aaaaiiiyyyy!" she cried out loudly. "I ... I'm cumming too! Oh, Helen, hold onto me! I feel like I'm going into orbit! Oooohhhhh, help me!"
Sitting up, Helen held onto Sally's upper body, stroking her head, her tits, her belly. Under her fingers she could feel all the muscles in the young blonde's body vibrating from the intensity of her orgasm. She knew what her friend was going through. She knew how Duke's animal fucking could wring a woman's body inside out.
She held Sally until Duke had finished emptying his balls into the girl's pussy. Then, with his usual lack of consideration, he hopped down from her trembling buttocks. The girl collapsed forward. Duke did try to lick her cunt clean, but since the girl was lying on her face, he gave up after a few difficult passes at her half-concealed twat. Sally was too exhausted to change her position.
Eventually she regained enough strength to roll over. She looked for Duke. He was once again lying down a few feet away, cleaning his cock. She looked up at Helen, her blue eyes big and full of wonder.
"Well ... how did you like it?" Helen asked her.
"It ... was fantastic!" Sally sighed.
"That's just the word I always use to describe it," Helen said.
Then Sally's eyes became calculating. "You said you had him trained to ... to fuck," Sally said. "That you bought him somewhere?"
"That's right," Helen said. "I went to this special place. Kind of a kinky spa that caters to people like us."
Sally's blue eyes were pinpoints of determination. Now she knew she'd never have to be horny again. "Give me the address," she said. "I'm gonna get me a dog like Duke."
CHAPTER SIX
The Melody Ranch Health Spa looked rather ordinary to Sally. It was about a five hour drive away from the city in which she lived.
Tired and stiff from the drive, she got wearily out of her car and stretched. She was parked in a parking lot overlooking the ranch buildings, a cluster of low wooden bungalows, set in neat rows along flower-bordered walks.
Sally was nervous. She had been excited when she left home this morning, but now her hour of truth was at hand. She was going to be trained in dog-fucking, or vice-versa, a dog was going to be trained to fuck her.
It had been one thing fucking Duke, Helen's dog. She had no responsibility for Duke. But now she'd have her own dog. She hoped to hell she got a good one. And how was she going to explain its presence to John? Well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
Picking up her suitcase, she trudged down the path to what looked like an administration building. It was. A perfectly ordinary-looking, middle-aged woman checked her in. From the woman's casual manner she might have been checking into a motel. Sally began to wonder if she'd gotten the right place.
Then the middle-aged woman rang a bell. A minute later a young attractive woman came into the lobby. "Mrs. Benson," the older woman said. "This is Kathy, your trainer. She'll introduce you and the dog."
"Hi," Kathy said in a bright cheerful voice. She was a pretty redhead, fairly short, with short curly hair and a good figure. She was dressed in shorts and an air-brushed tee-shirt, with a picture of a dog on it and the words, Woman's Best Friend. Sally was glad to see someone had a sense of humor.
"Let me show you where you're staying," Kathy said, leading Sally out of the lobby. Once outside the redhead looked at Sally with interest. "Helen called me," she said. "Helen Farnsworth. She asked me to set it up so that I was your trainer. I was hers. We had a really good time together. She wants me to take good care of you."
Sally thanked Kathy. Privately, she was amused. No doubt Helen and Kathy had had a good time together. Kathy was a good-looking girl. Sally imagined she would have appealed to Helen's liberal tastes. She tried to imagine Kathy lying naked, with Helen's head working busily between her thighs.
Not a bad idea, actually, she thought, eyeing the girl a little more carefully. Nice-looking tits bouncing along under that tee shirt. Nice plump little legs, and she probably had red pussy hair too. Sally almost laughed at herself. She was getting as bad as Helen.
"How did you ever get into a job like this?" she abruptly asked Kathy.
Kathy smiled. "The money's awfully good," she replied, "and there are ... side benefits. Hell, why beat around the bush? I love fucking, and I get all I want here. The wildest fucking in the world. I'm a dog freak. No hassles, don't have to put up with the usual worries. Just fuck, fuck, fuck. When I heard about this place I just came out and signed up."
Well, Kathy was frank enough, Sally thought. "Is there much to this training?" she asked.
Kathy wrinkled her pert little freckled nose. "Not with somebody like Helen. And probably not with you. But some of the women who come out here ... whew! Do they give you a lot of trouble!"
Kathy looked around quickly. "Tell you what," she said "Since you're a friend of Helen's, I'll show you some of the stuff you're not supposed to see. Come on in here."
She led Sally through a door in the side of a building without any windows. Sally was surprised to find herself in a room -lined with television monitors. At first the flickering images on the screens didn't make much sense.
Then she saw that each screen showed a dog and a naked woman. "It's all live," Kathy said. "We have closed circuit T.V. in each of the rooms. All the women and dogs you see are in practice sessions."
Sally moved closer to the monitors. In one, she saw a classic sight, a naked woman down on all fours, being humped steadily from behind by a large boxer. "Uhhuh," Kathy said with a professional air. "Mrs. Smith is coming along all right."
The girl turned to another screen. "Look at that," she said. Sally moved closer. A large, rather plump but good-looking woman was lying on her back, naked, mighty thighs spread. Sally looked around for the usual dog, but at first couldn't spot anything. Then she saw something fluffy moving busily between the woman's outspread legs. It was a tiny toy poodle "That woman only likes the dogs to lick her," Kathy explained. "The smaller the dog the better."
Sure enough, leaning close to the screen, Sally was able to make out the dog's tiny tongue digging deep into the big woman's snatch. The woman had an enraptured expression on her face. Her hands were busy caressing her own huge tits. Sally broke out laughing. She had never seen anything so funny in her life.
Then she stopped laughing. She imagined she might look pretty funny to someone else, with a dog humping her from behind, just because they didn't know how incredibly wonderful it was to get fucked by one of those big red, needle-pointed pricks.
"We'd better get out of here before we get caught," Kathy said. "It's time to pick up your dog, anyhow."
The young redhead, she couldn't have been much over nineteen Sally figured, led her to another building. "This is a dormitory," Kathy explained, "but everybody has a separate room. Your dog's already in your room decide when you see him if you like him. You don't have to take him if you don't want to."
Kathy consulted a sheet of paper she was holding in her hand. "You specified a German shepherd, didn't you? Yep. That's what's waiting. A German shepherd."
Kathy opened a door and led Sally inside. A big German shepherd sprang to his feet as the two women entered. He stood, quivering, watching them intently, his large pointed ears alert, his big brown eyes darting from one of them to the other.
"Oh, he's beautiful!" Sally burst out. He was indeed a beautiful dog, perfectly formed, with a coat of lustrous silver-grey fur shading into black in places. His eyes were warm and intelligent.
"You want him then?" Kathy asked, obviously pleased by Sally's reaction.
"You bet!"
"Good. I picked him myself." Now go ahead and get to know him a little. You just stay here alone with him. I'll be back in about an hour."
Kathy turned to go, then looked back at Sally. "Oh," she added. "It might be a good idea to think up a name for him, too."
The dog seemed to sense that a transfer was in progress. He looked up at Sally hopefully. She knelt down and put her arms around his neck. He licked her face. "Oh, you beautiful animal!" Sally said.
by the time Kathy returned, a bond had been formed. She and the dog belonged to one another. Sally had just got out of the shower, and was wrapped in her robe when Kathy knocked. "Come in," Sally said, smiling as the redhead entered.
"Have you thought of a name?" Kathy asked.
"Uhhuh. Prince." Now her dog would outrank Helen's dog.
"Okay, Prince and Sally. Time to get to work. Time to teach you each some new tricks."
Sally's heart leaped. God, she was going to get to fuck Prince already?
But there was more to it than that. "We have to teach him to connect your body with sexual excitement," Kathy explained. "More exactly, we have to teach him to connect it with your, uh ... hell, with your cunt!"
"H-How do we do that?"
"Relax It's easy. First we get him to lick your cunt. Do you mind taking your robe off?"
"Lick my cunt? Already?" Sally asked breathlessly. She slowly took off her robe, aware that Kathy's bright eyes were appraising her naked body critically. The young redhead smiled "Lucky dog," she said.
Sandy wondered if the girl was going to try to make love to her. She decided she wouldn't mind. But after that one lingering glance at her naked body, Kathy became all business.
"Okay," she said, "go lie down over on the couch."
A broad low couch stretched along one wall, as big as a king-sized bed. Sally obediently went over and lay down on it. "Okay, prince, come on over and do a little tongue-work," Kathy said to the dog.
He came over willingly enough Kathy led him in between Sally's outstretched legs Sally held her breath, waiting for the first touch of the animal's tongue.
But he didn't seem to know what to do. He snuffled at Sally's crotch for awhile, then looked up, confused, aware that he was expected to do something but now knowing what. Sally was very disappointed.
"Relax. This is where the training comes in," Kathy reassured her. She took a bottle out of a bag she had brought with her. "This is some special stuff that smells like steak, or something," she explained. "Dogs go nuts over the taste. Now hold your breath, or something, because it'll be a little cold when I plaster it on your cunt."
Sally's breath sucked in as the cold liquid was smeared over her pussy lips. She felt some of it trickling into her slit and tried not to flinch.
The results were immediate. As soon as he smelled the meaty liquid, Prince's ears pricked up. Kathy had to hold him back until she had finished coating Sally's cunt. Then she let him go. "Looks like it's going to work," she said matter-of-factly.
Prince's nose zeroed in on Sally's crotch. "Oh!" Sally gulped as his icy nose pressed demandingly against her pussy lips. The dog snuffled busily, then, without warning, his long thick tongue slithered past his gleaming teeth and started scooping the liquid from Sally's cunt.
"Oooohhhhhh," Sally moaned, her body writhing as the animal's tongue lapped at her pussy lips. She was a little embarrassed to be reacting so strongly in front of Kathy, who after all, was a stranger, but she couldn't help it. The sounds continued to bubble up out of her throat. And her body seemed to be acting on its own, twisting and writhing sensuously as the dog's tongue sank deeper and deeper into her slit, chasing the fast disappearing bait.
"Let me put a little more on ... just to make sure he keeps it up," Kathy said, pulling the dog away long enough to smear on some more of the strong-smelling stuff.
Sally had no complaints. She was definitely enjoying the training session. Quivering waves of overpowering pleasure were shuddering up from her tongue-lapped cunt, spreading throughout her body, turning it into a mass of lusting desire.
She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as the dog's tongue pushed past her pussy lips and swooped the full length of her shuddering slit. The dog looked up at her once, his eyes warm and friendly as he licked.
When Prince had licked her cunt clean of the bait, Kathy decided not to put any more on. "I think he's getting the idea already, that a cunt's worth licking just for its own sake," she explained.
Kathy coaxed the dog to keep licking, even though Sally's twat was now shiny clean. However, by now the blonde's pussy hole was gushing hot female juices like a newly discovered oil well. The fragrant odors filled the dog's sensitive nostrils. He hesitated a moment, sampling this new then decided he liked it.
His muzzle drove against Sally's pussy lips. His tongue snaked out again, splaying over the girl's cunt. "Oooohhhhhh ... oh, wonderful!" Sally panted. Now the dog was licking her cunt just to be licking her cunt. It felt incredibly wonderful.
"Now ... we teach him about the sexual pleasure part," Kathy said. "I'm going to play with his cock a while."
Sally raised herself up on her elbows again, so she could watch. It was hard to stay there, because what Prince was doing to her cunt was slowly turning her into a mass of helpless lust.
She saw Kathy kneel next to the dog and reaching under his belly, start rubbing his hairy cock covering. Prince jerked away at first, but Kathy kept talking to him reassuringly, the way Helen had done with Duke, when Sally had massaged his cock.
Fortunately, Prince didn't seem to want to part with Sally's cunt. He kept licking. Each stroke started, hot and wet, down by her pleasure-puckered asshole, swept up past the trembling opening of her vagina, then rode triumphantly up past the trembling rigidity of the blonde's throbbing clit.
Sally's eyes misted over with pleasure, but she was able to see it when Prince's cock finally made its appearance, slowly growing from his belly, long and hard and scarlet, like Duke's had been.
Kathy started jacking the dog off, very slowly, making sure she didn't make any sudden movements that might alarm the animal. "He's really a natural," the redhead said enthusiastically. "He hasn't moved his muzzle away from your crotch for a moment. And is his cock ever hard!"
Sally barely heard the other woman's last words. Prince's tongue had done its work. She was cumming. She tried to fight it off, so she could watch what Kathy was doing, but it was no use. Her head flopped back onto the couch, twisting helplessly from side to side as her orgasm erupted up inside her dog-licked cunt. "Oh! Oh, God! Can't help it!" she whimpered. "G-Going out of my mind! I ... AAAAHHHHH!" Kathy looked up at the blonde, writhing passionately on the bed. The redhead's eyes glittered hotly, but she kept on pumping on Prince's bone-hard cock.
The dog's eyes opened wide. Suddenly there was more hot aromatic juice gushing from Sally's cunt than he could easily lap up. His tongue began to work frantically, but some of the slippery fluid ran down the insides of Sally's thighs. When her cunt finally stopped bubbling, he chased the warm trail down the girl's flesh, following it as far as the deep crack between her ass cheeks. The bed finally stopped him.
"Hold on a moment," Sally panted. "I gotta rest a minute."
She sat up, drawing her cunt away from the dog's mouth. Kathy stopped pumping on Prince's cock, looking questioningly up at Sally. "You all right?" she asked.
"Yeah. Sure. Now what's supposed to happen next? Is he supposed to fuck me?"
"Well ... not necessarily. We try to get him used to the idea slowly." But Sally wasn't paying much attention to what the other girl was saying. She kept staring at what she could see of Prince's cock. It looked even bigger than Duke's, a monstrous shaft of scarlet meat, dancing and swaying underneath the animal's belly. "Tell you what," she said. "Let's switch. You get up here and let Prince lick your twat. I'll jack him off."
"Oh, but we're not supposed to do that," Kathy said. But Sally saw the interest in her eyes. "Come on ... just say it's the customer's kinky wish ... like the woman with the toy poodle."
Kathy slowly got up, her eyes dancing with excitement. She quickly took off her tee-shirt and hung it over what looked to Sally like the lens to a small T.V. camera. Now they wouldn't be watched.
Sally's eyes devoured Kathy's body as she undressed. Lovely tits, not as big as hers or Helen's, but perfectly formed, freckled a little with pale virginal nipples. And best of all, high up between her softly-rounded thighs, a patch of genuine red pussy hair, crisp and curly. A cute, sexy, girlish young woman, the sight of who's naked body made the blood rush quickly through Sally's endlessly horny cunt.
Kathy took Sally's place on the couch. She lay back, then spread her legs, baring a round, tight-looking little pussy. "Come on, Prince ... Come on!" the girl urged.
The dog seemed confused. He looked from Sally back to Kathy, trying to nose at Sally's crotch as she stood beside him. "No ... that one over there," she told the animal. "I think it's a good idea you get used to the idea of cunt in general."
She led the dog in between Kathy's plump legs. The dog had no trouble smelling the rich juices seeping from Kathy's cunt. The girl was already excited as she waited for the animal to start licking.
After a moment's hesitation, Prince started lapping Kathy's cunt, as he'd done to Sally's. "Mmmnnnnnn ... God, you've got a winner here," Kathy panted. "What a tongue. This dog's a natural. Oooooohhhhh."
Sally was tempted to start fondling Sally's firm little tits. But Prince's cock interested her more. She knelt down by the big dog and slowly wrapped her fingers around his huge tool.
If anything it was bigger, hotter and harder than Duke's. Prince made no attempt to skitter away. He obviously liked having his cock stroked. His hips started to jerk and buck as Sally slid her fingers up and down the rigid hardness of the massive member.
She heard Kathy moaning on the couch, but all her attention was focused on Prince's cock. She began to jack him off harder. Now Prince started shoving his cock down into her closed fist, fucking her hand. Just like he's going to fuck my cunt later! she thought.
She felt his cock changing. For the first time she saw what happened to a dog's cock before he came. The end began to swell, knobbing up grotesquely. She remembered how Duke's cock had felt up inside her cunt just before he came.
Sally pulled harder on Prince's prick, squeezing the bloated tip. The dog began to yelp. Over his impassioned whining, Sally was vaguely aware of Kathy's orgasmic moans, as she came, brought to climax by the dog's lashing tongue.
Then Sally felt the dog's cock jerk and tremble in her hand. A long creamy stream of dog cum shot out the deformed tip, splattering down onto her knees, which were half-under the animal. She immediately put her hand over the tip to save the carpet.
Animal cum bubbled up between her fingers, dripping slowly down onto her knees. Just as with Duke, Prince seemed to cum and cum, in one long continuous stream. So this is what happened when she felt her cum cunt being filled with animal semen!
Suddenly Prince's prick was softening in her hand. He had shot his bolt. Regretfully Sally let go of the softening organ. Prince turned and licked her face for a moment, obviously grateful and just a little embarrassed, then lay down and began to clean his cock.
Sally heard a low moan from the couch. She looked up. Kathy was still writhing sensuously, still cumming a little.
Sally stood up, standing over the other girl. Kathy looked back up at her, invitation plain in her eyes. With a low moan, Sally fell full-length on the other girl, squirming around on top of her naked body.
The two young women ground their cunts together, feeling their slippery wet pussy lips part a little to let a little of the other's cunt slip up inside their hot needing slits. Sally thrilled to the feel of Kathy's rigid nipples pressing against her own throbbing tits. "Oh, Kathy ... Oh Kathy!" she moaned.
She quickly changed her position, spinning around over the other girl so that they were in the sixty-nine position, her cunt poised right over Kathy's face, Kathy's cunt right below hers.
Kathy was obviously experienced. With a hungry moan, she grabbed hold of Sally's hips and jerked her cunt down against her hot little mouth. Sally gasped as she felt the girl's tongue snake up into her slit.
She let her eyes feast on Kathy's cunt. She'd never really seen red pussy hair before. Its bright brassy color excited her. She parted the girl's pussy lips. She was excited all right. Her inner slit was beaded with drops of gleaming pussy juice.
Sally's head dived down. She buried her face against the other woman's soft thighs. As she began to gobble cunt, her mouth filled with the taste of rich hot female juices. Her own cunt twitched and quivered as Kathy tongued greedily into it. For a moment Sally had trouble deciding which she liked best--the hard hot cock of a big dog or the warm juicy snatch of a beautiful woman.
Or ... did she dare think about it--the mushroom-tipped cock of a strong man! No, too much to ask for now John was still making no effort to get closer to her sexually. She would have to make do with dogs and other women. Not too shabby a situation, really, she thought, as she felt orgasmic juices bubble up from Kathy's cunt. This little chick sure came easily, Sally thought. Then wham, she was cumming too, moaning down into Kathy's juicy snatch as her own cunt spasmed happily.
She rolled to the side, away from Kathy, who lay there, staring starry-eyed up at the ceiling. "Helen was right," the redhead finally said. "You're sexy as hell."
"I wish Helen had warned me about you," Sally said. "I won't have any strength left over for the dog."
"Oh yes, you will," Kathy said. She glanced at her watch. "Oops. Time to get back to the office and make a progress report."
The girl scrambled into her clothes. "I'll report you and the dog are doing just fine," she said. She gave Sally a quick kiss, then was gone. "Take care of yourself. Looks like Prince is out of it for a while."
Sure enough, the big dog looked like he was sleeping. Sally went over to him. She began patting his head Prince looked up, licked her hand.
Sally realized she still felt horny, although she'd cum twice in the last half hour. As usual, the orgasms she got from having her cunt licked, while very intense, left her only half-satisfied. She needed cock. That was after all, why she was getting Prince.
Nervously she reached underneath the dog's belly and began stroking his cock. Too bad the training session had ended without her actually getting fucked.
But what was this? Sally thought she felt Prince's depleted cock swelling a little underneath her groping fingers. Was it possible the dog's prick would get hard again so quickly?
Yes, by God! His cock was getting hard! Sally stroked feverishly, her fingers flying over the quickly stiffening shaft. She felt hot wetness against her hand. Rolling the dog over a little, the excited blonde saw the animal's huge red prick sliding out into the open.
She wished Kathy was with her now, to teach the animal to fuck her. Her cunt ached to be filled with the enormous scarlet cock shaft throbbing against her fingertips. God, it would be such a waste to just jack Prince off again!
But she knew she'd be unlikely to get him to fuck her. As soon as she got down on all fours, the prescribed position, she'd lose control of the animal. He wouldn't know what to do. That's where the trainer came in. Kathy would teach the dog to mount her quivering buttocks, then find her eager pussy hole with his giant cock. Sally doubted she could do it herself. She'd be facing away from the dog.
Then an idea occurred to her. What of ... Yes! She'd try it!
"Come here, Prince," Sally said, urging the dog to his feet. She led him over to the big low couch. Prince waddled along, his huge cock dangling so low it made it difficult for him to walk. God, what a cock! Sally thought.
She sat on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs. Prince spied her cunt immediately He shoved his head in between her thighs and began to lick. "Oooohhhh," Sally sighed. "Lovely ... lovely ... But that's not going to get either one of us laid."
She let the dog lick her snatch a while anyhow, until she was frantic for cock "Okay, boy," she said. "Let's try something new."
Sally pulled the dog's head out from between her legs. "Up, boy ... Up!" she urged the big animal, tugging on his forelegs. She managed to raise his upper body, so that his forepaws were on either side of her, placed firmly on the couch.
Prince loomed over her now, his furry flanks brushing against the insides of her wide-spread thighs. She had at least managed to get him between her legs.
God, she thought looking down. Prince's cock was poised right over her naked cunt. The obscenely red shaft was aimed straight at her throbbing pussy hole.
Now ... if she could only get him to put it in. At least, with her facing him, his cock was easy to reach. Sally reached down and wrapped her fingers around the animal's cock. She began jacking him off again.
Prince remembered how good this had felt the last time Sally did this for him. His hips started pumping again, shoving his cock down into Sally's tight fist.
It was now only a matter of Sally guiding the dog's plunging cock into her eagerly-waiting cunt. She wiggled lower on the couch, with the dog's hind legs on the floor, and his front legs on the couch, he was positioned just right.
"Oooohhhh," Sally whimpered as she finally maneuvered the animal's pointed prick-tip into her slit. Prince didn't seem to have any particular plan. His hips hunched automatically, the way a dog's hips do when he mounts somebody's leg.
But Sally had a little surprise for him. She tilted her pelvis, lining up her pussy hole with the angle of the dog's prick. Prince fucked downward particularly hard. "Uuuunnnggghh!" Sally yelped. The animal's cock tip slipped a couple of inches up into her vagina.
As her elastic pussy walls closed around Prince's cock, she saw his eyes glitter hotly. Then instinct took over. The big dog began to hump fiercely, his lean powerful loins hunching rapidly up and down. He literally pounded his enormous prick up into Sally's snatch.
"Oooohhhhhhh ... GOD!" Sally wailed. She was aware of every scalding, rock-hard inch of the dog's cock as it slammed into her cunt. Her hips rose to meet it, skewering it deeper into her pussy hole. It hurt a little, but she was used to dog-cock now, and the savage way dogs fucked. Her pussy flowered open, eagerly gobbling the whole of the animal's plunging prick.
"That's the way. That's the way!" Sally panted. "Fuck me, Prince! Oooohhhh, yesss ... Slam your doggie cock up into my cunt! Make me cum!"
The dog seemed wildly excited. His tongue hung from his mouth. His eyes were hot slits. His breath steamed out over Sally's naked skin.
Then she discovered another bonus of having the dog fuck her from the front. He started licking her tits. "Mmmnnnn ... aaaahhh," she gasped as his thick hot tongue splayed out over her throbbing jugs, dragging the hardening nipples upward.
She locked her ankles together behind the dog's lean hips, dragging his pumping loins closer to her cock-filled snatch. With her legs she urged the dog to fuck into her harder and faster. Her ass bounced wildly on the big couch.
"That's the way, baby! That's the way!" Sally panted. "Fuck me! Fuck your wonderful dog cock all the way up into my belly!"
Sally could already feel the animal's prick swelling inside her cunt. He was going to cum! Well, that was okay, because she was going to cum too, and when he filled her snatch with his spouting animal semen, she knew her guts would be turning themselves inside out.
She pulled the dog's muzzle from her swollen tits and started kissing him. He licked her face in return. Joyfully Sally sucked the animal's long tongue deep into her mouth. All this time his cock swelled and swelled inside her quivering cunt.
Prince began to yelp and howl. His hips beat a frantic tattoo down against her soft loins. His prick reached further and further up into her squirming pussy flesh. Sally felt herself start to cum, but she held it back as long as she could, until she felt that first exciting hot rush of dog cum jet up into her waiting snatch.
She let herself go. "Aaaaaiiiyyyaaahhhggg!" she wailed, her hips bucking wildly upward, her cunt gobbling the dog's spouting semen. Her muscular pussy tugged and jerked at Prince's bucking jerking prick, trying to milk it dry. The animal fucked even more frantically.
Sally kept her legs locked around the animal's hairy body until she felt his cock shrinking in her snatch. He'd had it. Regretfully she released the pressure and felt Prince's cock slither from her hot snatch. Hot cum gushed out over her thighs.
Prince looked like he was going to abandon her, but she remembered what Duke always did for Helen. "Uh-uh, you big selfish mutt," she said, taking the dog by the collar. She forced his head once again down between her thighs.
Her cunt was oozing their combined orgasmic juices. "Clean it up," she urged the big animal.
Prince looked down at the cum seeping from Sally's cunt. He tried a tentative lick. Sally saw his ears prick up. He obviously liked it.
He started licking in earnest. "Ooooohhhh," Sally sighed, lying back and letting the animal lap her cunt clean. Delicious little tremors of pleasure rippled up from her cunt, raising goose flesh all over her body. She gently stroked the animal's head "Good boy ... good boy," she kept repeating. She wanted to make him feel rewarded. She never wanted him to stop wanting to do this to her, to fuck her, to lick her cunt. His cock, his tongue meant paradise.
Well, Sally thought, the horniness problem was over for her. Now she had Prince, and Duke, when she wanted to visit Helen, and of course, Helen herself. And maybe Kathy would want to come to the city and join in a threesome with her and Helen.
Yes, she would have plenty of sex now. So why? she asked herself, did she still feel a strange emptiness?
John, of course. Not all the fucking, nor all the cunt-lapping in the world could make up for loss of that wonderful, warm, sensuous love she and John had shared in the early part of their marriage. She'd trade all she had now--Helen, the dogs, Kathy, if only that intimacy with her husband could be restored.
I must have done something wrong Sally thought unhappily, even as the dog licked the last of his cum from her pussy lips. Why else would my husband be so disgusted with the idea of making love to me?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sally was confused. John's disgust wasn't aimed at her, nor at her lovely young body John's disgust was self-disgust.
He was not consciously aware of it, but he loathed himself for the way he made his living. He was a Real Estate salesman, working for one of the most ruthless brokers in the city, Mr. Scott, whose business life spanned fifty years of ever increasing greed. He wheeled, he dealed, he connived and he grew rich. He crawled on his belly, when that was necessary to make a deal, and he insisted that his employees crawl on their bellies, anything to butter up a client.
Naturally, there was some hidden part of Mr. Scott that felt self-disgust too, for his grasping, wheedling life He took out this hidden loathing on anyone around him who he had power over. Such as John. He badgered John, lost his temper at him, humiliated him, pushed him.
John took it all. The money he was making was considerable. He could see that if he kept it up for a few more years, he would be as rich as Mr. Scott. All he had to do was just keep in there, he repeatedly told himself. Keeping in there meant absorbing insults, from prospective buyers, prospective sellers, and of course, Mr. Scott. All he had to do was live in an atmosphere of greed and fear.
His outlet for frustration was his wife. The manner of that outlet was sexual aversion. His own self-disgust fastened itself to Sally's sweet little blonde-haired cunt. It sickened him to fuck her. There was nothing he could do about it. As long as he remained in his world of greed and self-humiliation he was only half-human. Way in the background, he loved his wife as much as ever. She was his life companion. How doubly humiliating to be swamped in self-loathing in front of one's life companion.
One person who had a small insight into John's problem was Helen. She didn't know just what was bothering him, but she had seen such situations before. She liked Sally, loved her a little, actually. She hated to see her friend so unhappy at home. She decided to see if she couldn't do something about it.
There was a certain amount of self interest at stake, because she decided the best approach would be to seduce John. She liked that idea. She had met John a couple of times. He was a big, good-looking man.
She decided the time to act was when Sally was still at the spa, learning to fuck her dog. She planned it carefully. She drove by the house where John and Sally lived one evening and saw the lights were on.
She parked her car about a mile away, then went to a phone booth and called John. "I hate to ask you," she said when he answered, "but my car broke down I wonder if you could give me a ride home?"
John agreed readily enough. He found the house curiously empty without Sally there. He drove to the location Helen had given him. She was waiting by her car. "A good-looking woman," he thought as he saw her standing there. Helen had dressed rather conservatively, in a two-piece suit. But a two piece suit that fit her willowy, big-titted figure to perfection.
Once in the car, Helen settled comfortably beside John, not to close, but close enough so that he was very aware of the warm sweet smell of her.
Helen was a good conversationalist. During the ten minute drive to her house, she did everything she could to relax John. To make him want more of her company. Then she invited him in. "I'm so grateful for your help," she said. "I'd like to give you a drink."
John hesitated. He was always cautious around women. In his business it didn't do to get a reputation as a playboy. Mr. Scott would come down on him like a ton of bricks.
But his libido was beginning to stir. As yet, he had no intention of trying to fuck Helen. However, her company was making him feel very much alive. He finally convinced himself it was all right because what was Helen to him really, but a close friend of his wife. He went in.
Helen immediately did as she said she would. She mixed them drinks. But when she carried them over to the couch, where they were going to sit, she staged an accident, spilling most of her drink down the front of her suit. "Oh, Damn!" she said irritably. "That's cold!"
John started to spring up to help her. "No ... no, that's all right," she assured him. "Just sit there and drink your drink. I'll go into the other room and change out of these wet clothes."
John settled back on the couch and watched Helen walk out of the room He liked the way her skirt molded to the rich swell of her buttocks. He took a big sip of his drink. It was very strong.
Helen walked straight into her bedroom, knowing that John was seated so that he was facing the door. She left the door open, then turned left into the bedroom, out of John's sight.
However, as she well knew, the bedroom door had a full length mirror on its living room side. She had carefully slanted the mirror so that John could see the part of the bedroom she was going to dress in. While it wasn't obvious she'd intended it that way, she'd be dressing and undressing in plain view of her friend's husband.
John, glanced idly around the living room at first, sipping more of his drink. Then, his gaze rounded forward, naturally going to the mirror on the door. It was then that he realized he could see into Helen's bedroom.
He saw Helen. She was standing by the closet and had already taken off her suit jacket and was fumbling with the skirt. John started to jerk his eyes away, but the knowledge Helen didn't know he was looking worked an irresistible fascination on him. He watched her as she continued to undress.
Helen took off her clothes with seductive slowness. After loosening the waistband of her skirt, she pulled out her blouse and unbuttoned it. John watched as she took it off. She was wearing a pink brassiere, molded to the shape of her perfect tits.
The skirt went next, dropping in a soft heap around Helen's ankles. There was no slip underneath, only long pantyhose. They remained on as Helen reached her arms behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra.
As she peeled the bra forward, John sipped hard on his drink. He knew he shouldn't be watching, that the gentlemanly thing to do would be to look away.
But he wanted to see those tits. He was rewarded a moment later, as Helen peeled the flimsy bra from her breasts and tossed it on the bed.
John's intrigued eyes stared at the mirror and at the reflections of Helen's half-naked body. What a pair of tits! His eyes drank in the full rich curves, the slightly swollen nipples, darker than his wife's nipples. Different and therefore a little more interesting.
He liked the way Helen looked now, wearing nothing but her panty hose and a pair of highheeled shoes, her big tits bouncing and jiggling a little as she turned back from tossing her bra on the bed. He reflected that she sure had big tits for such a slender woman.
Now Helen was rolling down the top of her panty hose, baring inch by inch the creamy flesh of her hips and thighs. She was turned a little away from John, so he couldn't see her pussy. But he loved her ass as she suddenly bent low to strip the panty hose from her feet. Her ass was surprisingly lush. He realized Helen wasn't as slender as he thought. Just her waist and legs. Tits, ass, hips, she had them all.
Now Helen turned toward the mirror. For a moment John was afraid she might look up and see him, but she concentrated on folding her clothes and stacking them on a chair near the bed. He could see her pussy now, or at least the thick curly brown pussy hair covering it. A nice lush triangle of fur up between her sleek thighs. God, his wife sure had a good-looking friend.
Helen turned and quickly pulled on a robe. Apparently she wasn't going to dress. That made John a little uneasy. Part of his uneasiness was because he realized he was getting an erection. Watching Helen undress had had its effect.
He turned quickly and busied himself with a magazine as Helen came out of the bedroom. He expected her to go into the kitchen and make herself another drink, but when he looked up, she was starting to kneel in front of him.
Their eyes met. There was laughter in hers. "I saw you watching me in the mirror," she said.
John started to blush. "Did you get this because of watching me?" Helen asked. John wondered what she meant, when she suddenly put her hand on top of his gently throbbing cock.
He nearly jumped out of his seat. His cock gave a mighty lurch as Helen's hand pressed down gently on his tell-tale erection.
"Well ... ?" she asked.
"Helen ... I ... " John started to say, but didn't know how to continue.
"I can see that at least part of you liked watching me undress," Helen murmured. Her hand pressed harder against his cock, then began to massage it through his pants.
It felt incredibly good to John. As his cock continued to throb and lurch under Helen's massaging fingers, he realized how horny he was. God, he'd hardly fucked in the last several months!
Of course, John had hidden his horniness from himself. How else could he have continued to share the same bed with his lovely blonde wife and refuse to fuck her regularly?
Now the horniness came rushing to the surface like a geyser of boiling water. He stared down at Helen. The top of her robe had fallen open a little, baring most of one gorgeous tit He knew now, of course, what her body looked like under that robe. A beautiful, sexy body. And one obviously ready for him. He had no doubt in his mind Helen meant to seduce him.
He knew he should get up immediately and leave the house. He was in danger of being unfaithful to his wife. He wanted to get up, or so he thought, but his legs seemed unable to function.
Then Helen quickly unzipped his fly and reached inside. "Oh, God!" John moaned as her cool fingers closed around his fast-hardening rod. He felt it give another mighty lurch.
It was almost too big by now to get out through his fly, but Helen managed. She fished his bloated shaft out carefully, stroking it gently. It grew and grew under her soft touch.
Neither of them said anything. Helen looked up at him mischievously, then opened her mouth and slid her lips over the tip of his cock.
God damn, she was going to blow him!
"Uuuunnggghhh!" John moaned as Helen began to suck his rod. He quickly began panting. His hands reached down and grabbed big handfuls of the couch covering. Almost unbearable bolts of ecstasy raced through his loins, zinging through his cock and making his balls pull up tautly toward his body.
Helen's lips grabbed tightly around his throbbing prick shaft. Her cheeks hollowed and filled rhythmically as she sucked steadily.
John leaned forward, groping for Helen. His right hand reached down inside the top of her robe, seeking out her tits. His fingers closed first over one full resilient tit then the other. He felt how much bigger Helen's nipples were than his wife's.
Helen seemed to be getting a little excited too. He could see how dark and smoky her eyes had become as she sucked on his cock. His fingers worked on her rigidly stiffening nipples.
John was losing control. His body began to jerk and twitch as his passion increased. His cock felt like it was buried in red hot molten lava the wet heat of Helen's avidly sucking mouth.
He knew he was about to cum. His hand jerked up from Helen's tits, his fingers grabbing her by the head. He began working her mouth on and off his cock, fucking her mouth down against the quivering organ.
Was she ready for it he wondered? Was she ready to have her mouth pumped full of his spouting semen? He gave her a warning. "G-Gonna cum!" he choked out. "Gonna shoot off!"
Not that he was about to let her pull her mouth away from his already jerking cock. He wanted very badly to cum in her mouth. He wanted her sucking just like she was sucking now when he finally came.
His fingers tangled themselves in her thick brown hair. He pulled her head closer to his loins, until only a little bit of the end of his cock was protruding from her mouth.
John started to cum. He felt the first rush of semen racing the length of his shuddering cock, seeming to burn its way toward the tip. "YYYAAAHHH!" he bellowed.
Helen nearly killed him. As he came, she continued to suck artfully, pulling the hot scalding jets of semen right up from his balls. John felt as if she were pulling something out of him by the roots. He flailed and moaned, quivered and jerked. And all the time his bucking cock shot load after load of boiling sperm down Helen's throat.
She swallowed it all very neatly, not spilling a drop. John, looking down in his few sane moments, saw her head bobbing madly up and down as she swallowed. He kept ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her face, feeling the spouting tip bang against the back of her throat.
Finally he fell back weakly, completely drained. His orgasm was over. Helen gave another suck or two in his softening rod, then pulled her mouth away. One last half-spurt shot weakly out, splattering Helen's chin. The thick semen started to drip, but Helen's little pink tongue shot out and expertly cleaned it from her lower lip. Then she sat back on her heels, obviously very pleased with herself.
The top of her robe was now almost completely open. Her beautiful tits peeked boldly out at him, the nipples hard and pointed because of the eager way his fingers had mauled them.
John looked down at the wilted shape of his drained prick, lolling from his open fly. Then he looked back at Helen, who knelt before him, a seductive smile on her face. He felt his depleted cock lurch anew.
John surged to his feet. He reached down and pulled Helen to him, then mashed his mouth down against her mouth. His tongue wormed in between her cherry-red lips.
As they kissed passionately, John realized how much he wanted to fuck this beautiful woman. He suddenly reached down and swept Helen off her feet. Still kissing her on the mouth, he carried her into the bedroom and lay her down on the big bed.
A moment later he was tearing off his clothes, while Helen shrugged out of her robe. Now, she lay naked on the bed, directly beneath him. His eyes raked up and down her lovely nude body, finally fastening on the perfect triangle of her pussy hair. He realized he had not yet touched her cunt.
When he too was naked, John got onto the bed, next to Helen. They kissed again, and while they kissed the fingers of his right hand were busy prying into her cunt.
His fingertip slid past her pussy lips. He realized her cunt was very wet and slippery. Obviously she wanted to fuck as much as he did.
John's finger went straight up into Helen's pussy hole. "Oohh, that's wonderful!" Helen whimpered. It was the first, passionate, uncontrolled thing she'd said so far. Realizing how excited she too was becoming only served to increase John's passion. His cock grew.
When his finger was wet with Helen's inner cunt juices, he pulled it out of her pussy hole and began to rub her clit. "Uhm ... aahh ... mmmm." Helen sighed. Her hips began to wriggle, making her cunt squirm under his hand. A really passionate woman John thought. This was going to be a fuck to remember.
His head dropped to her tits. He sucked her pebble-hard nipples deep into his mouth, feeling the cushiony softness of her big tits underneath.
Helen made little whimpering sounds of pleasure. Her body writhed against his. John moved his finger back down to her gushing pussy hole. He shoved it up inside, feeling the hot wet muscular walls of her cunt close gratefully around his finger.
He slowly finger-fucked her, feeling Helen's eagerness mount. He shoved another finger in beside the first, stretching her cunt, opening her up.
A moment later he felt Helen's hand seeking out his cock. Her fingers closed around the now, half-hard shaft. She began to jack him off. His cock quickly hardened the rest of the way.
It was time. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Helen purred into his ear. Her hot breath made his skin prickle.
John quickly rolled over on top of Helen, sitting back on his heels between her open thighs. He looked down at her cunt, gaping wetly just below him. Slowly massaging his cock with one hand, he stroked his other hand over the soft fur, brushing it out of the way.
For just a moment John started to feel the old hesitation, the disgust he felt with Sally. But just for a moment. Helen was almost unknown to him.
With a groan of passion, John fed his cock into Helen's slit. He saw his bulbous cock tip work up into the panting, eager woman's vaginal opening.
He moved his cock in and out of her cunt in short little motions, each partial stroke wetting a little more of the thick shaft. Finally his prick slid smoothly in all the way. "Ooohhhh ... oh, God! You're so far up inside me!" Helen moaned.
Her legs rose to circle his back, opening her cunt to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her, so that he felt her big tits mashing out to the sides under his weight. "Fuck me, lover," she sighed ecstatically.
They started to fuck very slowly. Gradually, bit by bit, the tempo increased. It felt to John as if his cock was encased in a hotly sucking mouth. Helen's trained cunt worked steadily on his prick, tightening against it, letting go a little then tightening again. Her hips worked artfully, just the right motions, swirling her pussy hole around and around his throbbing rod.
John began to get more and more excited. He felt something way down deep inside himself coming to the surface. Something he had kept hidden from himself for a long time. Rage.
As his orgasm approached, John's suppressed rage began to release itself. He got up on stiffened arms, his legs trailing, his toes digging into the mattress and he began to fuck hard. His hips slammed down, sending his cock crashing up into Helen's cunt. He felt no gentleness, only a vast outpouring of emotion.
Helen, looking up, saw John's face twist for a moment into a grimace of anger and hatred. She recoiled, before realizing this emotion wasn't meant for her. She rocked her hips against John's "Come on ... come on!" she urged him.
Just before he came, images of Mr. Scott, some of his more greedy customers, the daily humiliation of his work, flickered through John's mind. He obliterated them under a huge wave of hatred.
"YYYAAAHHH!" he roared as his cock began spitting its load up into Helen's cunt. He fucked madly, his body at last spewing out all his pent up resentment. His hips worked powerfully, driving his spouting organ far up into Helen's cunt.
She was amazed. Amazed and pleased. Whatever the emotions driving John, he was giving her an incredibly wild fuck. She let her own orgasm rise to meet his. "Oh! Ooohhhhhhh. Aaaaaiiiyyy!" she cried out, writhing wildly beneath his madly fucking form.
John kept fucking until he had nothing left to fuck with. Then, arms trembling from fatigue, he let himself collapse on top of Helen's warm, lovely body. She wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed him tenderly. "That was really wild," she said simply.
"Yeah," he replied. He couldn't think of anything else to say. Finally he raised his head and looked down at Helen. "I really needed that," he said. "Thanks."
"My pleasure," Helen replied, smiling sensuously, her cunt still throbbing. "In fact, if you talk to me just right, I might even let you do it to me again later. Think you can get it up again?"
John grinned down at her. "Bet your ass," he said. "I feel like I could fuck for a week."
"You may get your chance, or at least feel like you did fuck for a week. After seeing the way you can fuck, I'd like to tell you about a party I've been invited to. A very special kind of party. Want to go?"
"Just why is this party so special?" John asked suspiciously.
Helen smiled "Don't worry. You'll like it all right. It's an orgy. A full-fledged orgy. You know, where everybody fucks everybody else."
John's eyes widened, but all he could think of to say, was, "Wow!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was indeed an orgy. John lay on a huge bed, amid a tangle of naked, panting bodies, his cock wet with the juice of half-a-dozen pussies.
He had been very nervous when he and Helen arrived at the party. He hadn't told Helen, but he'd had a disturbing day at the office.
A fat greedy man with little pig eyes had been sitting at his desk, berating John because he hadn't found him the kind of money-making deal he wanted.
Normally John would have swallowed the fat man's every attack, not wanting, in Mr. Scott's words, to let him get away. But his night of wild sexual release had worked a subtle change in John. He suddenly saw everything in perspective--the fat man's greed, his own past belly-crawling attempts to make money at any cost, the general dehumanization of his life.
He suddenly reached across the desk and seized the fat man by the front of his shirt. "Listen, you fat toad," he said coldly. "You use that word with me once more and I'll throw you out of here on your face."
The fat man's eyes bulged. He started to make a nasty reply, then correctly read the icy light in John's eyes. He shot to his feet, rolls of fat quivering. He kept quiet until he was out of John's reach. Then, one hand on the door, he looked back and cried, "See if I ever do any business here again!"
Mr. Scott was passing by John's office at the time. The only part of the exchange he overheard was the fat man's last statement--He watched the angry man slam out the office door, then turned and walked into John's office. "I want a word with you, Benson," he hissed.
John looked coolly up at the great man, his fingers formed into a little steeple in front of him. "Yes?" he replied mildly, which took a little wind out of Mr. Scott's sails.
Mr. Scott rallied quickly, however. "Do you know who that was?" he bellowed. "What the hell have you done?" The fat man was one of their better customers.
There was a slight sharpness to John's voice as he replied. "I'll tell you what I told him, Mr. Scott. Don't raise your voice to me. If you want to speak to me, speak to me with respect. I trust I merit a little more respect than that fat grasping little tyrant you treat so well."
Mr. Scott stood, his mouth round with surprise, looking like a recently landed fish. John got to his feet. "I haven't had a day off in a long time, Mr. Scott," he said drily. "I think I'll take today!"
He picked up his briefcase and walked out of the office, with Mr. Scott still standing, foolishly gulping for air. When John walked out into the open, he took a big breath of fresh air. A quick thrill of freedom shot through him.
When he got to the party, he didn't know whether or not he any longer had a job. Curiously, he found he wasn't terribly worried, which was strange to him.
Until the day before his life had been dedicated to building as much financial security as possible. Now he realized the bulwark he had been building not only shut out his wife it shut out freedom as well.
So, it was a subtly changed John who walked into the orgy with the beautiful Helen. Normally, he would have been scared to death someone might find out where he'd been and it might affect his business life. Now he didn't give a damn.
At first the orgy didn't impress him. Just a lot of casually dressed people standing around, doing the usual cocktail party things; drinking, talking.
But then, about his second drink, a man walked up to Helen, who was standing next to him. "Hi, Sweet Jugs," the man said cheerily. He reached out and stuck his hands down the front of Helen's dress and began squeezing her big tits. "Mmmnnn," he said, his face ecstatic. "Been a long time since I got my hands on these."
"Let me make it a little easier for you," Helen purred. She unbuttoned the front of her dress, baring her tits. She hadn't worn a bra, telling John it was foolish to wear anything more than the bare minimum of clothing, because they were just going to have to take it all off, anyhow.
There she was, standing so close to John that they were touching, tits naked in front of the whole room with the stranger openly fondling them. Then the action got heavier. "My turn," Helen said sweetly, then dropped on her knees in front of the man. She unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. It lay in her hand, soft and white. "Puny little thing, ain't it?" Helen said in mock sorrow. "Well ... let's see if we can do something about it."
She began to suck the man's cock, in front of the whole room. In front of everybody. John was staring openly when he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned and found himself looking directly into the eyes of a young, very pretty girl. "Hi," she said, "My name's Susie. I think you're really good-looking. Would you like to go into the bedroom and ball?"
Just like that. Its casualness stunned John. Then he felt a huge rush of horniness. God, no hang-ups over jealousy, no phony love you crap. The girl just wanted to ball!
And he wanted to ball her. What a cute little chick, cheerful, lush-bodied. It all went very simply. They got onto the big bed in one of the bedrooms, naked. There was another couple lying next to them, fucking madly. The bed springs were bouncing up and down so wildly that John was tempted to laugh. The woman getting fucked was wailing her pleasure like a berserk fire engine.
Then he had his hands full with Susie. She fucked with a voracious intensity, smiling and chuckling all the time, saying, "Ooohhhh, I just love to fuck! Love it, love it, love it!"
God, John thought, months of half-starving sexually, and now in two nights he had his cock sunk up the sweetly pumping cunt of a second beautiful stranger.
Susie started cumming, but John held back, saving his own orgasm. In the middle of a stroke up into Susie's tight young snatch, he felt someone pulling on his arm. It was the girl next to them. She looked up at him from underneath her grinning fuckmate. "You feel like changing partners?" she asked.
John looked down at Susie. "Sounds great to me," she giggled. "But I want to be on top this time," she added to the other man, who was already dismounting the woman under him.
"Me too," the other woman said. A moment later John found himself lying on his back, while the woman--whose name he never did learn, bounced and fucked happily above him, her warm tight pussy gliding up and down his throbbing cock shaft. Susie rode her new cock in the same manner. Soon, both girls were leaning toward one another, each fondling the others tits, laughing when they weren't moaning with cock-induced pleasure.
Others joined the pile on the bed. John had two orgasms, and to his surprise, found he had no trouble getting it up again and again. The air of wild uninhibited sexuality around him acted as a powerful aphrodisiac.
He was resting quietly, recuperating between fucks, when Helen came into the room, naked, smelling of sex. "Hi, lover boy," she said, laughing at the way he was entangled in female flesh on the bed. "Can you spare a few moments to come into the other room. Something special's going on."
John got up and followed Helen. He wondered what could be more special than the wild tangle of cocks and cunts he'd just left.
When the two of them got into the living room, he saw that there was a crowd around a beautiful blonde woman who was crouched on all fours on the living room rug. She was wearing a mask, which surprised him. A big mask that covered all of her face but her mouth and chin. He could see, though, that her eyes were blue.
The crowd around the girl was fondling her body, which he could barely make out, there were so many people. Then he saw that one of the crowd wasn't a person. It was a dog, standing behind the girl's upthrust buttocks, busily licking her cunt from behind and below.
The girl was obviously enjoying it. John could hear little gasps of pleasure coming from her pretty mouth. "Hey ... that's pretty sexy," he said to Helen. The idea of a dog licking a woman's cunt made him strangely excited.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Helen said. "What would you say if I told you the dog was going to fuck her?"
"You've gotta be kidding!" John burst out.
"No ... I kid you not. Hell, it's my dog, I should know."
John found himself, for at least the twentieth time in the two days he'd known Helen, amazed at the sexual inventiveness of her mind. He watched her walk over to the crowd of people. "Okay, stand back. Give Duke a little room, and you'll have a real show."
The people obligingly stepped back. Now John could clearly see the girl's naked body as she crouched in front of the dog. She was beautiful. A pang went through him. The way she was built reminded him strongly of his wife. He realized he had been neglecting Sally terribly. He only hoped that he hadn't done so much damage to their relationship that it couldn't be repaired. God, here he was at an orgy and Sally was hiding herself away in a health spa, probably trying to sublimate her horniness with saunas and massages.
He saw Helen kneeling down next to the dog. "Looks like Duke's ready to go," she said delightedly, pointing underneath the dog's belly.
John's eyes widened. The dog had an enormous erection. A huge shaft of bright scarlet meat, tapering at the tip, grew from his hairy body. For the first time John began to believe the dog actually was going to fuck the masked girl.
He had no doubts left when the dog suddenly mounted the crouching girl's soft white buttocks Helen guided the animal's immense cock toward the waiting girl's blonde-fringed cunt. John moved around to the back a little more so he could watch. Impossible! he thought. That God-awful dog-cock is never going to fit up into that tight young snatch! But it did. The dog's loins hammered forward. John saw his huge cock drill straight up into the girl's cunt, spreading the plump juicy pussy lips wide apart.
The girl grunted from the shock of the sudden entry, but he saw that she took it well. She almost immediately settled down, keeping her beautiful ass high so the dog could fuck more easily into her cunt.
John felt his cock getting hard as he watched the dog fuck the girl. The contrast of the dog's hairy body against the cleanliness of the girl's naked flesh was oddly exciting. He tried to see what her expression was as the dog hammered his prick deeper and deeper into her obviously accepting cunt, but the mask was in the way. All he could see of her was the glitter of her blue eyes and her mouth.
Her mouth fascinated him. The full red lips were parted a little as the girl gasped and moaned. She obviously loved being fucked by the dog.
John kept staring at her lips. His cock got harder and harder. Finally an uncontrollable urge forced him to his knees right in front of the masked girl's face. "Here ... open your mouth," he growled.
She gaped up at him. Was that fear he read in her blue eyes? But her mouth opened. He immediately shoved his cock past her lips, feeling the wet heat of her mouth close around his throbbing cock.
"Oh Jesus! This is really wild!" John moaned as the girl obediently sucked his cock. He stared past her blonde head, down the sleek curve of her naked back and found himself staring straight into the dog's yellowish eyes. The dog stared back, his tongue lolling out over his mouthful of teeth, all the time fucking steadily. What a turn-on!
He looked down at the girl again. Something tugged at his mind. There was something strangely familiar about her.
Slowly the realization grew. He knew this body, this mouth! With a strangled cry John suddenly tore the mask from the girl's face. "Sally!" he cried.
It was his wife.
As the two stared at one another, Helen quickly dropped down on her haunches next to John. "I set this up," she said quickly. "It was about time you two learned to know one another a little better. You've had some pretty funny ideas about each other. Just half the picture. You've had some funny ideas about yourselves too."
John ignored Helen. "You ... fuck dogs?" he blurted to his wife.
"I've got to fuck something," she said in a low voice. "Would you rather I fuck other men?"
"No. No, I'm not condemning you," John said slowly. "I think maybe I understand. After all, nobody dragged me to this orgy."
Suddenly the dog began to whine and howl. Sally's eyes shot open. "Oh!" she blurted. "He's cumming! I've missed it and now I won't have a chance to cum!"
John stared in awe at the animal as it humped frantically into his wife's snatch, his canine balls pumping her full of hot sperm. She was right. She was too late to cum again. A sense of shame filled John as he remembered the countless times he had left her hanging while he came and she didn't.
The dog had finished now and was hopping down from Sally's quivering buttocks. John looked down at his own rigid, bone-hard cock, shiny with Sally's saliva. "You really want to cum?" he asked her gently.
"I always want to cum," she replied passionately.
"Then lie on your back," he said. "I'll make you cum ... with my cock!" And he squeezed his swollen cock.
Sally rolled over, her eyes locked onto his huge prick. Hope was shining through her passion. "You ... you're really going to make me cum?" she asked doubtfully.
"Honey ... I promise," he replied. And then he slammed his cock up into his wife's waiting cunt. A stunned look of surprise crossed over her features.
"Oh, John!" she whimpered. "I think I've started cumming already!"
