This is the gripping story of Lacey Strombe and her flight from betrayal.
A young bride, only eighteen, Lacey discovers her husband alone with another woman, flagrantly making love. In a flash, the very fabric of their four-month-old marriage seems to disintegrate. Lacey can see no course for herself but to run away.
It is in her hiding place far on the other side of the country that Lacey discovers her own capacity for betrayal. Though she considers herself free forever from her young husband, in the bottom of her heart he still holds sway. It is only after she has found herself three new lovers-one man, one woman and one dog-that the truth of Lacey's loyalties comes back to taunt her.
But now, the old Lacey is gone forever.
ANIMAL WIFE-a shocking story, but one that reveals a woman's true identity not only to herself, but also to the man she loves.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The morning light filtered into the bedroom. It played over the naked body of the voluptuous brunette spread-eagled on top of the sheets. Her hands roamed hungrily over her big upthrusting tits, then reached down until they probed the thick dark thatch of her cunt.
"Aaaww ... God-d-d ... I need it so bad!" Her voice was a hoarse cry of desperation. Her tongue flickered anxiously over her lips as her fingertips circled the peak of her swollen clitoris, and the blood-engorged nubbin peeked through her tangled pussy-hair. "Mmmmmmm ... yesssss ... "
Sleep still hung heavy on the woman's eyelids, her long black hair surrounding her pretty face. A lazy sultry smile crept over her mouth. In the unguarded mood of first waking, her whole being centered on the growing pangs of pleasure shooting from her widespread pussy-slit. Before she did or thought about anything else, she was going to enjoy her solitary delight.
As her fingers worked more and more feverishly along her pink-fleshed lips, she ground her cunt-mound upward slightly. Her hot snatch was demanding more and deeper attention. Just the clitoris wasn't enough! Her pussy was hungry!
"Inside! I want it inside me!" she moaned with wanton urgency. With a sudden deep thrust, she drove two fingers far up into her wet open twat. She began to pump them in and out, in and out. Her face started to relax, then her mouth tightened in displeasure. It wasn't enough! She wanted more!
Her free hand fumbled for the top drawer of her bedside table. She opened it and pulled out a long rubber dildo. With a sigh of relief, the brunette guided the awesome-looking device up between her thighs. She forced it against her pussy-opening, making it open wide, making it admit the thick unnatural intrusion. "Uuuuuuh ... God-d-d! ... yeahh-h!"
An abandoned grin distorted her pretty mouth as she pumped the imitation cock back and forth between her clinging cunt-flanges. She pulled her knees back so her heels were tight against her asscheeks. Her cunt was as open as she could get it. The pink lips of her pussy gobbled the dildo greedily as she forced it again and again deep up into her eager hole. "Ooooohhh jee-zuz! This is gonna make me cummmmm! I know it!"
Her whole body trembled as she lunged her buttocks up off the mattress time and time again, reaching to swallow the satisfying mock prick. She massaged her clitoris fiercely as her other hand wielded the juice-slickened dildo. She closed her eyes and worked her mouth in desperate contortions. She was getting higher, but still the peak eluded her.
Her lusty mood was shattered by the slamming of the screen door on the floor below.
"Hey, May! Where are ya! It's me! Spike!" The big man in grimy T-shirt and jeans acted at home in the kitchen. He plugged in the electric coffeemaker, then opened the fridge door and stood inspecting the contents with eager curiosity. He was munching an apple when the brunette made her appearance in the doorway. She was wrapped in an old bathrobe. Her hair was still disheveled. She wore an annoyed look on her face.
"When are you going to learn to knock, you big galoot? Waking up to your screaming is worse than an alarm clock!"
At last he turned to face her. A broad grin brightened his ruggedly handsome features. "Hey, baby! What's the matter with you? You look grumpy as a mama bear who's lost her cubs! What happened? That guy you left the bar with last night didn't do you good?" With a suggestive leer, he reached out and patted her fanny through her robe.
"He was a jerk! I sent him packing before we even got back here! Is that coffee ready yet?"
He stood close beside her now. He was becoming more and more interested in the sensual-looking woman in the faded bathrobe. He dropped his apple core into the sink. His mouth began to work its way down along the side of her face, over her ear lobe. He felt her quiver beneath him. "So that's it! May's horny! That's why she's so grumpy!"
Automatically, she bristled. Their relationship was a combative one. She didn't give an inch until she was ready to give a mile. "Fuck that grumpy shit! I'm just tired, that's all! I'll be all right when I get my coffee!"
He followed close behind her as she fetched two cups and poured their coffee. Her back was to him as she stood at the counter. He pulled up her bathrobe to bare the firm round cheeks of her ass. His fingers caressed them familiarly, greedily. His hand slipped in along her crack and found her pussy-slit. It was sopping wet!
"Jeez, that's a wet snatch! You sure that guy isn't upstairs right now?" he teased her. "Or have you been doing a job on yourself, you hot little pussy you!"
"Go to hell, Spike!" she told him, but she didn't move from her vulnerable position. She trembled as his fingers worked boldly back and forth along her pussy-furrow. Her cunt was still wild and hungry. She knew Spike Mitchell was just the man to chase her blues away. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of his hard filling cock.
"I'll tell you where I'd rather go, sweetheart ... " His voice was thick with excitement as he pulled down his zipper and pulled out his swollen cock-shaft. He guided the rubbery tip up between her thighs, toward that hot wet hole that his fingers had invaded just seconds before.
Automatically, she bent forward, giving easier access to her needing pussy. From the moment she heard his zipper come down, she began to moan urgently. She felt shivers run along her spine as his resilient cockhead probed her hair-lined slit, found the yielding hole that practically reached right out to suck him inside. His cock drove far, far up into her snatch, forcing the air from her lungs, bringing a dazed look of lust to her eyes.
"Ooooohhh ... God-d-d, Spike! Screw me! Screw me, baby! I'm so hungry for you!"
He grinned as her shapely ass wriggled back in search of his next filling stroke. With a grunt of passion, he gave it to her. Again and again ... though he had no illusions about what she was hungry for. It was cock she was after ... not his cock in particular. Any cock would do.
He had thought differently once. He had even thought he was in love with the beautiful impetuous brunette. At last he had realized that she would never change ... that variety was her way of life. So he had made it his way too. Though he was not averse to screwing May any chance he got. She was still the best lay in town. "Christ, your cunt's trying to eat me alive! Woo-ee! That guy last night doesn't know what he missed! His loss is my gain, eh, May? Move that hot ass of yours, baby!" He slapped her sharply on the buttocks, making her smooth skin flare red. The sight excited him. He screwed her in longer, deeper strokes, grunting at the delicious effort of working his way past the hungry clasp of her pussy-muscles.
A crazy lewd grin showed the brunette's satisfaction with the rugged fucking she was getting from behind. Spike's thick cock made her abandoned efforts with the rubber dildo seem pallid in comparison. There was nothing like real-live cock, thick and meaty and filling. It made her cunt feel so good! "Uuuuuuuhhh! Yeah, Spike! You're doing it to me, baby! Fuck, your cock's the best! The very best, baby!"
Spike wanted to say something cynical about how she didn't have to bother with the compliments--he'd screw her anyway. But he was getting too intensely aroused by the way her cunt was nibbling and sucking on his stiff cock to bother with smart cracks. It didn't matter anyway. They both knew what they were here for. It was because neither one of them knew anybody who could do them better than the other. Quantity was fine, but even May appreciated top quality when she could get it.
"Christ, I love your cunt, May! I love it! Shit! It's so hot ... so tight!" It amazed him that a woman who used her cunt as much as May did should still feel tight as a virgin. Only the skilled way in which she moved her pussy back and forth along his cock reminded him of the endless experience the brunette had enjoyed. He was beginning to suspect that maybe pussy-muscles worked the same as any other kind of muscle--the more a woman used it, the better shape it was going to be in. On that basis, May practically qualified as the Charles Atlas of screwing.
"Do it, Spike! God, do it to meeee!" Nothing was going through the woman's mind but sheer raw sensations. She thrust her buttocks high in the air, striving to help the man sink his cock as deep into her snatch as it would go. "Uuuuhhh ... ooohhhhhh, Spike! I want it deep! Dee-e-e-e-pp!"
Her lusty desperation snapped the last of the big man's reserve. He pulled her away from the counter and pushed her down toward the floor. His cock remained buried deep in her pussy. As soon as they were kneeling like rutting dogs on the floor, he sank his fingers into her ass-flesh and drove into her in long, lunging strokes. "You want it deep, baby? Well, that's what you're getting! Jeezz-z!" He could feel his cock-tip battering her cervix on each grinding instroke. Her cunt-muscles spasmed agonizingly around his swollen cock each time he held her skewered deeply. "Like that, do you, May baby?" he teased her. He didn't have to ask. He knew damned well she not only liked it, she loved it--every little thing he was doing to her.
Her moans became an incoherent wail of animal pleasure. She turned her head crazily from side to side, making her luxuriant dark hair fly around her face. Her pink tongue darted eagerly over her lips. Her eyes were shut tight. The woman was gone--far gone into the outer reaches of sheer soaring ecstasy. "Hhhhnnnhhhh! Uuuuuhhhh!" Darts of excitement ricocheted wildly back and forth inside her writhing, passion-tensed body. It was all Spike could do to maintain some kind of hold on the abandoned brunette. Her ass lunged back against his loins with mounting fury. Her pussy climbed right up his rigid cock, demanding more of its hard rubbery massage. He watched his swollen prick disappear up into her nibbling cunt, and he wanted to cum right then and there. But he held himself back. First he had to make the woman let go. Then he could take his own pleasure.
Morning sunlight flooded the kitchen, bathing the rutting, sweating lovers in its golden glow. The rich smell of fresh-brewed coffee mingled with the thick tell-tale aroma of passion. May's unchecked wails of delight provided the vocal accompaniment to the blossoming sensory stimuli.
Both man and woman were lost in the throes of their own powerful need to enjoy. Spike drove his cock as far into the woman's pussy as it would go. May undulated her entire voluptuous body in a hell-bent effort to extract every last ounce of pleasure from his filling cock. For a while it seemed to both of them that they could go on forever like this. Then they climbed another notch, and there was no holding back for either of them.
"Oh God-d-d, Spike! I'm cummmmmingg-g!"
"Oh yeah, baby! Your pussy's so sweet and hot! Shit, I'm filling you full! I'm doing it, May!"
They lay in a wanton heap on the floor for several long minutes. Spike's hand reached inside May's bathrobe and he rolled a nipple between his fingers. The little nubbin was hard and elastic, driven to the limits of expansion by the feverish intensity of her climb to release. At last she struggled to her feet and made a half-hearted effort to arrange her robe. Spike followed her up. He pushed his flaccid cock back into his fly and pulled up the zipper.
"Hell of a way to start the day!" He grinned and reached for his coffee. "Man, if they could find a way to package that, they'd put corn flakes right out of business!"
"Maybe ... but man does not live by cunt alone!" May was in a much better mood. Her earlier grumpiness had gone the way of her horniness. "Here, have some more coffee to warm that up!"
While she filled his cup, he caressed her ass tenderly through her worn robe. "You're all woman, May ... which brings me to the original reason why I came by here this morning!"
She looked at him archly. "You mean you didn't come here for pussy?"
"Hell, no! But I'm not the kind of man to let opportunity pass me by! I was up kind of early, and I thought you might like to make me a nice big breakfast before I have to be in at the garage."
"You freeloader! You phony! As if I had to tell you about 'living by cunt alone'! Sometimes I wonder what you like better about me--my pussy or my cooking!" She held up the dish towel to strike him with it, but decided to laugh instead. His face was dead serious. "Jeez, May, I tell you, I'd hate to have to make a flat-out choice. I wouldn't want to insult your pussy or your cooking!"
She finished her coffee and began to reach for food from the cupboard. "I tell you, Spike, it's lucky for you I'm no women's libber! Instead, I'm going to make you a deal."
"Sounds good, baby!"
"Okay ... I serve you eggs, sausage and flapjacks, and you give me dessert!" She grinned wickedly and ran her tongue over her lips.
He grabbed her ass hungrily. "I'll eat your pussy to distraction when I'm done, woman! But it tastes even better than that good maple syrup of yours!"
She giggled. "Bet it does!"
CHAPTER TWO
Spike's tongue had been exploring May's hot open snatch for less than five minutes when he suddenly leapt to his feet. "Hell, I'm sorry, May! I've really got to get down to the garage! The boss told me there'd be hell to pay if I was late again this month!" He kissed her quickly on the mouth and hurried out, banging the screen door behind him.
May glared after him. "You didn't think of that when you were eating my food, did you, bastard!" She rose from the kitchen chair and smoothed down her robe. Her pussy tingled with the sweet memory of his agile tongue exploring her soft hungry depths. She toyed with the idea of going back upstairs to her dildo. She dismissed the idea at once. Something a little more enticing was in order this morning.
She stood at the screen door and whistled. When several minutes had elapsed, her whistle was rewarded by an answering bark. A large black dog came bounding up to the door. May let him in and matched his eager excitement with hugs and pats and squeals of delight. "Pogo, you bad boy! Where have you been? You realize you haven't been home for two days?"
Pogo was just like any of the males in May's life. He was happy-go-lucky, unpredictable ... and a born misfit. He was a mongrel, a big mongrel who looked a little bit like a shepherd, a little like a Labrador, a little like a setter. Pogo was a little of a lot of things. He had won May's heart the day he followed her home from the supermarket. He had been little more than a puppy then, yet still he had let May tame him only as much as he wanted to be tamed. He came around when he felt like it. The rest of the time, he was a tramp, wandering off in search of adventures.
After Pogo had finished off what was left of the sausages and eggs, May led him into the big, old-fashioned living room. The drapes were still drawn. May could be sure of privacy. She made herself a comfortable nest in the middle of the rug, using her robe and some cushions from the couch. She lay naked on her robe and spread her legs lewdly before the alert black animal.
"Come on, Pogo, baby! You know what I want, don't you?" Quivering with anticipation, she spread her legs wider and wiggled her ass invitingly. "Come on, Pogo! Lick my pussy! Mama's so hot, baby!"
The dog took his time, sniffing her calf, her knee, then up along her firm, smooth thigh. He made his way steadily up toward the waiting wet hole of his mistress's snatch.
May's breathing grew more and more irregular as her excitement increased. She was already half faint with lust when Pogo's cold black nose prodded her clitoris through her thick thatch of pussy-hair. "Aaaaaiiieeee! My God-d-d! That's it, baby! Lick me there! Lick my clit, Pogo!"
Even in the midst of her arousal, May took time out to feel very pleased with herself. The man hadn't had the time to stick around and do the job she had wanted from him. Maybe he even thought she was suffering, longing for his quick moist tongue.
Little did Spike know she had her own methods of getting what she wanted when men failed her. She realized the big man would probably blow his stack if he ever knew she let a dog get her off. May was firmly convinced it was none of his business. She would certainly never tell him. But it gave her a great measure of satisfaction to know she could enjoy this sweet reward without anyone to tell her "no".
As the juices flowed thick and heavy from her pussy, the dog's tongue flew more and more quickly up over her moist sensitive cunt-flesh. Pogo licked up every drop of her flavorful fluids. He bent his big head in between her thighs as far as he could get it. His entire body seemed intent on the task of bringing the woman the satisfaction she craved.
"Oooooohhh ... "
In a movement quick as a flash, his long slippery tongue worked its way up over her taut sphincter, her clutching pussy-hole, her sensitized clitoris. Before the woman could calm the quivering set up by the one assault, another was on the way. The animal's tireless tongue was driving the woman steadily up to frenzied peaks of arousal. The more excited she got, the faster her juices flowed--and the harder the dog worked to lap them up.
Her fingers reached for the pillows that surrounded her head and clutched them frantically. She was looking for moral support, something to hold onto in her heady climb to ecstasy. She ground her hips wantonly up off her robe, driving her craving cunt into the dog's face, begging him for more of what he was only too eager to give her. "Uuuuhhh ... uuuuhhh!"
It thrilled her to look down at the massive animal head buried against her hair-thatched snatch. She could see her clitoris peeking out of her cunt-hair somewhere up between the dog's eyes. A lewd tingle played along her spinal column. She was feeling so good! Sooooo good!
Her ripe round tits stood proudly up on her chest. The nipples were hard and extended. They pointed ceiling-ward with the same urgent desire that guided her whole body in its arching struggle for fulfillment. There was something so intensely thrilling about yielding herself up to her own self-abasement. Just knowing that it was a dog that was bringing her this wonderful stimulation made her excitement all the stronger. May was in love with her own depravity.
Her loins, her back, her head undulated slowly and sensuously in response to the hot compelling rhythm of the animal's tongue. Her pubic mound rocked spasmodically upward, grinding itself against the dog's muzzle. May could feel the passion burning higher, higher, deep in the pit of her belly.
"Ooooooo ... baby! Mama's feeling so good, Pogo honey!" She looked down toward the dog's loins. Pogo's cock was protruding long and hard from his cock-sheath. The dog was as ready for it as she was! The lewd sight of his red cock convinced May that there wasn't a moment to spare.
She had to have that dog-cock up in her pussy--and she had to have it now!
Groaning wantonly, May pulled her twat away from the dog just long enough to maneuver herself over onto hands and knees. She swayed her firm round asscheeks invitingly in Pogo's face, begging him with groans and gestures to do to her what came naturally. "Uuuuuuhhh ... ooohh, Pogo ... do it to me, baby! I'm so hungry for you! My cunt's on fire!"
Her obscene encouragement fanned the fires already burning high in her belly, her brain. Her entire being concentrated on the only goal that mattered right now--getting that long red dog-cock up into her pussy! "Screw me, Pogo! Screw me!" Her husky cries drew the animal like a red flag does a bull. He mounted the kneeling woman and began to rut forward. His swollen cock soared in between her pussylips looking for purchase in her damp slit.
"Uuuuhh! Come on, boy! Come on! Do it!" She accompanied her hasty orders with feverish gyrations of her asscheeks. She swayed her buttocks this way and that, striving to give the dog a direct line for her slit. So intense was her need, she thought she would die if she didn't feel that hard animal-cock splitting her pussy soon! Her passion had reached wild heights of dizzy desperation!
Fate took a hand and guided the stiff red dog-cock up between the woman's trembling thighs to the hair-fringed hole of her pussy. The dog's cockhead sensed the yielding flesh before it. Pogo's ramrod cock drove into May's clinging pussy, as far as it could go! At last she had the stiff filling reward she craved!
"Ooooohhh, myy-y God-d-d!" A lusty smile tortured the corners of the brunette's mouth as she screwed back her ass to make sure she had the dog's cock up to the very hilt. Before she had time to catch her breath, the animal was pulling out of her, preparing for his next brutal thrust. He lunged forward, again forcing his cock to split wide the moist trembling walls of May's pussy. Her mouth fell open slackly. May was in orgy heaven. "Jee-zuzz! Pogo, you do it to me, baby!"
May was the kind of woman who got steadily higher, the more she got. The dildo had felt good in her pussy this morning, but that had been only a warm-up for the incredible filling pleasure of Spike's swollen cock. A few minutes after their fucking was over, she had craved more. She craved the delicious intensity that comes with being used again and again, in quick succession. She wanted to go until she couldn't go any more.
That was where Pogo had come in. Spike had only had time to tease her pussy with his talented tongue. The dog could give her all the lusty attention she craved. He could keep on screwing her until her senses withered from overloading. He could give her pussy and her libido the total workout they needed.
May had always liked men, lots of men. Her men friends had kidded her about that. They never realized that the more she got, the more she could appreciate each one of them. She considered herself a woman made for pleasure. She needed to be used ... not to rust in disuse on the shelf. "Screw me, Pogo baby! Aaahhh, my cunt is so full, darling dog! I feel sooooo good-d-d!"
Beside herself with raw stimulation, she chewed on the corner of a pillow while she slammed her ass back against the dog's hard-driving loins. Again. And again. And again. "Uuuuuhhh. Ooooohhh yeah!"
The room had become a blur to her fogged sense of sight. Her system was beginning to overload. She was climbing into the outer reaches. She was getting ready for the big blow. All her energy was being channeled into her sense of touch.
She could feel the dog's paws digging into the sensitive flesh of her hips. The sensations that might have been pain at any other time right now became another welcome element of pleasure. She could feel the dog's iron-hard cock brutalizing her wet greedy pussy-hole. His stroke was incredibly forceful. Pogo had no sense of delicacy when it came to his passion. But that was the way May liked it. That was exactly what May wanted. To be screwed long and hard and deep ... with no consideration of anything but pleasure.
She buried her face in the pillows and struggled to brace herself on one arm while the other hand reached back in search of her clitoris.
The little organ was hard and swollen, three times its normal size in its lusty quest for stimulation. She moistened her fingertip in the thick juices from her pussy and ran it round and round her eager clitoral peak. "Mmmmmmmmmmm ... oooooohhh!" Added to the stimulus of the dog's ramming cock, this new input was enough to shatter the last of May's inner defenses.
Wailing wantonly, she let herself be carried off by the heady dual stimulation. She was a woman without thought, without guilt, without scruple. She was a woman charging headlong toward a violent overwhelming release. The trigger to set her off came in the form of the first spurts of the dog's jetting cum.
"Oooooohhh ... Pogo-o-o! You're cumming in me, darling! God, you're making me cummmmm!"
As her pussy spasmed around the shooting blasts of the animal's semen, the woman collapsed slowly down onto the pillows. Her mind had room only for the sweet pleasure of release. Even the dog ceased to exist for her now as she drifted into her dream world of blissful aftermath.
May had no idea how long she lay half asleep amidst the wreckage of her cum-oiled love-nest. When she awoke, the dog was barking noisily in the kitchen. Someone was knocking at the screen door.
"Can't a woman get any privacy?" she murmured grumpily as she wrapped her robe around her nakedness. She was already relishing the thought of giving some traveling salesman a good piece of her mind about the rudeness of interrupting a lady's peace and serenity.
CHAPTER THREE
The caller waiting at the back door was the farthest thing from a jaded traveling salesman that May could have imagined. It was a woman that was waiting for her, a beautiful blonde who smiled shyly at May as she pushed open the screen door and beckoned her inside. Pogo took his opportunity to run off before the door banged shut.
May was not entirely over her grumpiness at being disturbed for the second time that morning, but curiosity made her strive to be civil. "Good morning. What can I do for you?"
The young woman looked around the kitchen for a moment. May had a chance to examine her modest gray suit and her white blouse that combined with her fragile beauty to make her resemble an angel in disguise. She looked strangely out of place in a California beach town where casual was the accepted mode of dress and manners. This woman would have looked perfectly at home at a Scottish prayer meeting.
"You're not from around here, are you?" May prompted her.
"Uh ... no ... no, I'm from back east. Missouri!"
The words burst so suddenly from the mouth of the girl-woman that May felt sure she was lying. This was probably another refugee from an unhappy home, job or love affair, come in search of the good life in California. That was all right with May. She was more interested in where the woman in gray was heading than where she had come from. She nodded pleasantly, trying to get the woman to say more.
"They told me at the train station that you might be willing to rent me a room, Miss ... ah, Cooke."
"Call me May. They did, eh? Well, I have been known to do that sort of thing. Not recently though. I've been kind of enjoying having this big old house all to myself."
Her visitor's face fell. "Oh. I was hoping ... seeing I don't have much money right now ... I wanted to find a room right away. The hotel's pretty expensive. Well, thanks very much anyway, Miss Cooke."
She turned to leave, but May touched her arm and turned her back around. "Hey, hold on there. You'd make one hell of a salesman. I haven't said a definite 'no' yet. I was just kind of indicating that I'd have to think about it. Here, sit down and have some coffee. I baked some apple pie last night. Would you like a piece?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that." The young woman was smiling again, but she still looked uncomfortable. May guessed she was not used to accepting favors from strangers. Once the pie and coffee were in front of her, though, she ate heartily enough. She didn't even object when May put a second wedge of pie on her plate.
May grinned. "Well, you've got a good appetite. That's something in your favor. Cooking is kind of my hobby. I like to see folks enjoy their food, or my food." She felt little tremors run up and down her spine as she studied the younger woman's vulnerable beauty. She hadn't been intending to take in boarders again. She was making enough on her painting and her trust fund these days to get by without that extra work. But sharing her home with the young blonde might be a little different than just taking on a boarder. Already May felt a personal interest in her visitor's welfare, and in her compelling good looks. "What's your name?" she asked in a voice that was noticeably softer.
"Lacey Strombe," the blonde answered easily, then, as though realizing some awful mistake she had made, she put her hand to her mouth in alarm. "Oh, I didn't mean to ... "
"Tell me your real name? That's okay. You can trust me. I won't tell a soul."
Relief flooded the younger woman's features. "Thank you very much. You don't have to worry ... I'm not a bank robber or anything. I just don't want my husband to find me. I don't want to see him ever again."
May laughed and patted the girl's hand where it rested on her coffee cup. "You know, I didn't for a minute imagine you were a bank robber!" She hadn't imagined she was a wife either. She looked so soft and innocent, May found it hard to believe she had ever been touched by a man's hands, let alone a cock!
She was dying to pump the girl for information, but she realized instinctively that she should give Lacey some space. She had been through some hard times. It showed in her eyes. They reminded May of those of a dog that wants to trust, but that expects to be hurt.
"Why don't I take you upstairs and show you your room?"
"You mean I can stay?" The girl's hand automatically clutched May's. For a moment, the older woman felt weak all over.
"Yeah, you can stay." Suddenly, May was reminded of her appearance. She knew she didn't look her best, and she wanted to look her best ... for this girl. "By the way, Lacey. I don't always look like this. But I was out partying last night, and I decided to give myself a few extra hours sleep."
The girl looked embarrassed. "I think you look very pretty," she murmured, then she headed for the back door. "I left my suitcase in the driveway ... just in case." She smiled then, a real smile. May was entranced. She realized that must have been the way Lacey had looked before trouble uprooted her and drove her to California.
May had to drive to a neighboring town that afternoon for some art supplies. She invited Lacey to go along, but the girl begged off. "I never could sleep when I'm traveling. I've got a lot to catch up on."
"Okay. See you, later. And welcome, Lacey. I'm glad you're here."
Lacey lay on top of the quilt on the big four-poster that was to be her new bed. For the first time since she had left her husband's home, she felt she could relax. She was very lucky, she knew, to have found a landlady as nice as May. Instinctively, she felt the brunette was someone she could trust. Everything would be all right as long as May was around.
She heard May's car pull out of the driveway. Then a wonderful lulling silence settled over the old house. Only the occasional distant bark of a dog disturbed the restful stillness. It took the girl several minutes to realize that at the base of that soothing quiet was the steady reassuring sound of waves breaking on the nearby beach.
The blonde started to fall asleep, but, instead of sweet dreams, haunting memories invaded her mind. She was reliving the last night she had spent at home ... the night of the Tupperware party at her friend Janie's house.
Lacey had been at Janie's for a good half-hour, enjoying coffee and sweets and gossip, before she realized she had forgotten to bring any money with her. She could not buy Tupperware without money. Janie had offered to lend her some, but Lacey had insisted on driving the few blocks back home. It would be fun to surprise her new husband and sneak a few more kisses before coming back to the women's group.
There had been no more kisses for Lacey that night, not then or any time since. She had felt the first niggles of suspicion when she had discovered the lights were out downstairs, all except for the candles that she kept in the dining room window. Dave's car was still in the drive, so Lacey could be reasonably sure he was home.
Acting on animal instinct, Lacey let herself in the back door, instead of the more convenient front door. The moment she was inside the kitchen, her worst fears were realized. Her blood began to run cold.
"Oh Dave! You have such a beautiful cock!"
There was another woman in her house! A woman who was getting close enough to her husband to talk about his ... cock!
Lacey was horrified. She couldn't believe it was real! It couldn't be real! After all, she and Dave had only been married four months! They were blissfully happy! Sure, there were some problems in their sex lives--some things he wanted that she couldn't bring herself to do--but that would work out. That would all work out! They had time! A whole lifetime together!
With every fiber of her being, the eighteen-year-old bride wanted to turn tail and run. But something stopped her. Something made her creep closer to the swinging door that led to the living room. While her heart beat like a sledgehammer, she pushed the door open just wide enough to get a view of the living room couch.
"Oh my God!" She thought she must have screamed out the words, but in fact she barely managed a whisper. She was stunned by what she saw. It was as if some giant hand were holding her chest in a vise, squeezing the breath out of her.
A woman with long red hair was kneeling naked on the rug in front of Dave. She had pulled his cock from his pants and she was sucking it hungrily, her full lips sliding obscenely up and down his long swollen shaft. "Mmmmmmmm!" Her wanton cries escaped from around the filling girth of the cock in her mouth.
Once she got past the shock and horror at what the woman was doing something Dave had never persuaded Lacey to do--the bride concentrated on the abandoned ecstasy written clearly on Dave's face. He was clearly enjoying himself on a level that was deeper, more uninhibited than he had ever experienced with her. Lacey had never before seen such raw lust written on her husband's handsome features.
It was that--the ultimate betrayal on her new husband's face--that disturbed Lacey most. She hated him for having saved that secret part of himself for somebody else!
Her whole body held rigid with anger and horror, Lacey continued to kneel in her hiding place, watching the lewd spectacle before her. Once again, she fixed her gaze on those shameless pink lips that nibbled hungrily up and down her husband's hard cock. The redhead's mouth left a thick sheen of saliva on his cock-shaft that picked up the light from the candles, made his cock shine like a pagan love offering.
"Christ, Kath ... God, your mouth is like butter, baby! My cock's never felt so good! Never!" His words ripped right into the watching wife's heart. Their life together flashed before her eyes in an instant. She remembered all the smiles and touches and secrets they had shared. She remembered the special quiet times when he had told her that no one had ever made him feel the way she did. She knew now he had been feeding her a pack of lies. He had been telling her things he must tell all the girls. Who knew if this redhead was the only one! Maybe she was just one of a string of women he used to get his kicks.
The hurt became so intense, that suddenly it wasn't hurt any more. Lacey felt clear-headed and analytical as a computer. She had already shut her husband out of her life and mind. Now she concentrated on learning something about cock-sucking. Dave had asked her many times to take his cock in her mouth, and she had always shrunk timidly back from the task. It seemed so ... depraved. It wasn't something she could do just like that. She would have to prepare herself for it. But she knew that one day she would suck Dave's cock, just because he wanted her to.
Now she knew with an equal certainty that she would never suck Dave's cock. But she was faced with the awful knowledge that it was something that men had to have. If they couldn't get it one place, they would get it another. She needed to learn how to do this thing ... for the next man in her life.
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn't notice them. She was watching the redhead. Watching the way her lips puckered around Dave's cock-shaft, the way they fluttered lightly over the smooth swollen flesh as her head bobbed up and down. She watched the woman's firm round asscheeks swaying temptingly as she worked. Obviously her entire body was involved in her obscene task. Her bobbing head had established a rhythm that included every fiber of her being.
Lacey found herself pursing her lips, moving her head slightly, trying to imitate the woman's efforts. Perversely, her cunt throbbed with a strange excitement that was completely detached from the specifics of the situation. She was no longer responding to watching her husband get his cock sucked by another woman. She was watching a woman sucking a man's cock. And, depraved as the act appeared, there was something definitely exciting about it. She could feel a moistness flowing from her pussy, staining the crotchband of her panties.
"Shit, Kathy ... where did you learn to suck cock like that? Oooohh, baby ... you're really doing it to me! Fuck, I hope you're ready to swallow it all when I'm ready to give it to you!"
So there was that too! Lacey felt a little lurch in her belly at the thought of swallowing those long gushing streams of cum. How could a woman do that? To her amazement, the redhead seemed to welcome the idea. She moaned throatily, her ass working more feverishly as her mouth nibbled his stiff cock. The harder he jerked his cock up into her face, the more avidly she sucked and licked.
Then, without warning, the explosion came, and Lacey could see the woman's throat muscles working as she struggled to devour his hot load. "Aaaaiiieeee! Swallow it, Kath! Swallow it all, baby!" His face was twisted with abandoned lust. His hands held the woman's head over his cock-shaft, forcing her to take every last drop.
They were not needed. She was swallowing his jism like it was the best thing since chocolate shakes. Her tongue swirled round and round his cockhead, licking it clean as it slowly slimnk to sated contentment.
Lacey was as startled as the two orgiasts by the shrill ring of the telephone that suddenly disturbed the concentration of both lovers and voyeur. She saw Dave try to struggle to his feet. The woman called Kathy tried to grab his hand, to pull him back. "Why answer it?" she asked in a vexed voice.
"Because it might be Lacey, and I'm supposed to be home."
"So? You're home, aren't you?" The redhead giggled and staggered to her feet. Lacey realized she must have been drinking.
She also realized her own position was getting dangerous. The call was probably from Janie, telling her she was missing the party. She couldn't let Dave catch her. She wanted to be far, far away by the time he started to look for her.
The distraught blonde drove herself to the bus station and used a credit card to buy herself a ticket west. Her husband had bought her her car, and she was determined not to take anything of his. She would have left her clothes at the bus depot too, if she had had something else to put on. She found a job in Nevada and worked there for a month, getting enough money together to move on to California, to search for a new place, a starting-over place.
Lying on her bed in her new home, she was tempted to cry herself to sleep as she had done every night for the past month. But, slowly, she began to realize that today she was feeling different. Now that she had found herself a secure home with a kind person, Lacey was letting go for the first time since her flight from her husband's betrayal.
The most noteworthy sign of her new ease was the insistent throbbing up between her thighs. As much as it hurt her every time she thought about Dave and that hussy of a redhead, today the memory was bringing her another sensation. She was recalling those pangs of arousal she had experienced even as she watched the woman suck her man's cock. She was remembering all the pleasure she had discovered since surrendering her virginity to her young husband ... She was remembering how much she had missed that pleasure during the long weeks of her lonely isolation.
For the first time since her marriage, she let her fingers slide down over her belly, pull up her skirt, expose the panty-covered mound of her young snatch. She rubbed her fingers back and forth over the silky crotch of her white panties. Her clitoris began to spring to life under the steady attention. Moisture began to seep from her long-dormant cunt-hole.
"Mmmmmmm ... " The lovely teenaged blonde closed her eyes and let her head rock gently from side to side. She knew she was too old for this kind of perverted play, but it felt so nice ... sooooo nice ... She needed it so bad.
As her fingers worked deeper down between her thighs, she could feel the wetness soaking through her crotch band. The thought of her juices flowing from her pussy made her breathe heavier. Her brain began to race with lurid thoughts of how good it would feel to let herself explode into sweet forgetfulness ... just once....
Rocking her hips gently down against the mattress, she slipped a finger inside her panty crotchband. With sure instinct, she found the wet hole that was the Source of her free-flowing juices. She ran her fingertip round and round the opening, teasing herself, fighting the overwhelming urge to impale herself deep on her own finger. uuuuuuhhh ... oooooohhh myy-y! It's good!" Her words escaped from between her parted lips in low surprised moans. It was as if she had forgotten such pleasure could exist. In fact, she had forgotten the feel of raw pleasure in her unhappy month's abstinence. "Mmmmmm yessss ... I like it!"
For only an instant, she remembered lovemaking sessions with her husband. She remembered how much he had enjoyed it when she told him about how good she felt. The temptation to yield once again to sadness was strong, but not as strong as the multiplying darts of pleasure soaring unchecked through her trembling young body.
At last she was no longer able to resist the urge to sink her finger up into her pussy. She drove her slender finger deep up inside her clinging wet passage. At once, she discovered that the intrusion was not enough. She wanted more. She wanted to feel stretched. Gritting her teeth and throwing caution to the winds, she sent another finger up to join the first. "Ooooohhh ... that's better!" She uttered a long sigh of relief.
The relief was followed almost at once by a racing pang of desire. The blonde pulled her heels up to her asscheeks, splaying her pussy wide, giving herself a wide-open invitation to plunder her hungry twat.
While one hand held her panties out of the way, the other drove the fingers in and out of her clasping wetness. The shock of each abrupt entry jarred her clitoris, sending passion waves from her belly through every limb and organ of her body.
She made a sexy sight, lying on the bed, dressed respectably from the hips up in her gray suit and white blouse. She held her panties back to reveal the blond fringed slit of her pussy. Her greedy opening thrust up to meet her fingers, rode her meager mock-phallus with the desperate energy of a cowboy chased by the devil. "Oooohh, it feels so good ... soooo good!"
Reassured by the knowledge that she was alone in the house, by the sense of being safe at last, Lacey threw all caution to the winds. Her knees fell open, her fingers clutched feverishly at her panties to keep them well clear of her rutting self-impalement. She was panting like a crazed beast, striving for the unknown heights, directing body and soul toward the promised pleasure lurking only a finger-stroke away.
When it came, her orgasm swept over her like an avalanche. She was suddenly one quivering, exploding mass of sheer sexual energy. "Ooooooohhh ... it's sooooo nice to cummmmmm!"
Her fingers remained snuggled up inside her snatch as she drifted off to sleep. Wrong or not, her crude manipulations had brought her the first real satisfaction she had known since she left home. Sleep had never come more easily.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next several days, May waited on her beautiful new boarder hand and foot. She made special dishes to tempt the blonde's appetite. She read to her. She even helped Lacey take her baths, which made May more devoted than ever to the well endowed beauty. The brunette had taught herself to be as responsive to women as lovers as she was to men and dogs. Still, she had never met a woman who excited her the way the innocent Lacey did. She realized it might take time to seduce the girl, but May was willing to wait.
In the long hours she spent alone in bed, Lacey taught herself to masturbate more often and with greater abandon. The feelings were so good, they made her feel so much better, that she managed to convince herself that her attentions were as essential to her happiness as a good tonic. If this was what she needed to drive Dave from her mind, then so be it.
The blonde knew it was largely the calm self-confidence of her beautiful friend that gave her the courage to take positive steps to stop thinking about Dave. As May slowly won her confidence, Lacey told her more and more about her husband. May said little directly against him, but Lacey knew that the brunette's support was all on her side. The younger woman adopted a goal for her immediate future: to learn to respond to men with the same cool detachment that May displayed. Lacey was sure May would never let a man do to her what Dave had done to Lacey. Lacey wanted to be like May.
One afternoon, May went up to Lacey's bedroom with a fresh batch of homemade cookies. The bedroom door was slightly ajar and May did not think to knock. Her first step inside told her she had interrupted something very private.
Lacey was kneeling naked on hands and knees, facing away from the door. Her ass was shoved high in the air. She was working two fingers lustily in and out of her glistening pink twat.
The girl had not spied May yet, and the older woman knew she should make a quick exit. But the sight of that gaping wet slit rooted her to the spot. She had to watch, for just a moment. She wanted to see more of how beautiful Lacey was when she was making love to herself.
"Mmmmmmmm ... ooooohhh!"
The sound of the young blonde's moans made May's pussy throb wetly inside her jeans. She could imagine how delicious those rampaging fingers must feel inside Lacey's cunt. She could imagine how wet and soft and inviting those moist cunt-walls would feel wrapped around her own eager fingers.
The sight of that hungry open twat made May long to dive right onto the bed and start to lick up and down Lacey's fluted pussylips. But she didn't dare. Lacey had told her enough about herself to tell May that the younger woman was still a sexual babe-in-the-woods. May was not about to lose her by blundering in too soon where Lacey would not be able to handle having her. She had already put a lot of energy into winning the trust of the desirable blonde. With a little more self-control, she was sure she would be able to have everything she wanted of Lacey, and maybe more.
For a couple of moments longer she watched the fingers work in and out of the blonde's tender exposed snatch. Then, as Lacey was beginning to wriggle more anxiously, as her lush tits bobbled up and down over the mattress, May made her reluctant exit.
The memory of what she had seen stayed with her. She was still thinking about Lacey long after the girl had gone down to the beach, leaving May to labor over a half-finished canvas commissioned by an exclusive restaurant. So absorbed was May in her thoughts, she did not hear the screen door open in the kitchen. She was totally unprepared for Spike's booming greeting as he barged into her workroom.
"Hi, May! What's happening, baby?"
Her paint brush flew from her hand. It was only by a miracle that she managed to hold onto her palette. "Spike! Jee-zuz! How many times do I have to tell you to knock like other people?"
"Hell! I thought you'd be glad to see me! I haven't been by for a few days, and you haven't been down to the saloon."
"I've been busy, Spike." She walked over to a cabinet and poured them both a Scotch-rocks.
"Yeah, I know." He winked and leered down her blouse as he accepted the drink. "I'm going up north for the weekend, so I thought I'd drop by for a howdy before I go."
She downed her drink thirstily. "That's really friendly of you, Spike. Now, what is it you want?"
"Baby!" He tried to look shocked. "Is that what you think of me? Who's the beautiful blonde you've been putting up for the last few days?"
Automatically, May bristled. That was what she had been waiting to hear from Spike. She was determined to protect the vulnerable blonde from the most notorious womanizer in town. It wouldn't be easy. She knew Spike could be charming when he wanted to. "You keep away from her, Spike! She's visiting for a while, recuperating from a lousy marriage. The last thing Lacey needs is a galoot like you on her tail."
"I don't know. It seems to make you feel better when I get on your tail!"
Despite herself, May felt a surge of lust deep in her belly. Only now did she realize she hadn't been laid since the day Spike had come by for breakfast, the day Lacey had arrived. That girl was really something. She had even made May stop thinking about men! "Be smart if you want! Just stay away from her!" She could feel her mouth getting dry as Spike ran his fingers gently over her face and neck.
"Sure, doll! I'm not a greedy man ... one woman per household is enough for me. Only, I'm gonna have to ask for a little consideration for this favor I'm doing you ... " His eyes searched hers as he pulled down his zipper and pulled his throbbing cock from his fly. It never failed. Every time he got around May, he had a hard-on, just aching for attention!
The raw lust in his gaze spoke directly to the brunette's hot hungry pussy. She could feel the tendrils of desire building in her belly, threatening to take over from her rational mind. Her crotchband was already damp from memories of a naked Lacey, playing with herself. Now, the thought that Spike had pulled out his cock, that it was hers for pleasure, made her twat flare with moist arousal. "What do you want, Spike?" she asked meekly as his hands tangled passionately, painfully in her long thick hair.
"Suck my cock, baby!"
The brutal impact of his words made May moan with depraved excitement. She liked it when men played a little rough with her. She liked to be told what to do. Most of all, she liked doing it.
Groaning slavishly, she fell to her knees on the carpet and took his long swollen cock reverently between the palms of her hands. She rolled his fleshy shaft back and forth between them. She loved the pliable, spongy texture of his blood-engorged cock. "Jeez, you've got a beautiful cock, Spike! I've never seen a cock as munchable as yours!"
"I bet you tell that to all the guys," he replied roughly, but his words came through clenched teeth. She was getting to him. "Hold it, baby! First, take off your blouse! I wanna see those titties of yours bounce when you suck my cock!" It made his cock swell to aching proportions to watch her quietly obey his orders, her hands trembling with her obvious excitement. He licked his lips as she exposed her firm round breasts to him. Though May had only a couple of years to go till she was thirty, her tits were still high and full. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, to make them long and ruddy for him. When his arousal was more than he could bear, he pulled her face back to his cock and forced her lips against his bulbous cockhead.
"Suck, woman! Open that mouth of yours for my big prick!"
"Mmmmmmppphhh!" She had no choice but to obey his obscene command. Her mouth opened wide to admit the thick length of his cock, all the way to the back of her throat. For a moment, she thought she would gag. But she recovered in time to begin to suck eagerly on his impaling prick. Her act gave her masochistic satisfaction. May could appreciate a man who knew what her body was for. She liked to be used. Her own reward was the delicious filling taste and texture of an eager hard cock.
Spike watched awestruck as the woman began to give his cock the sensational treatment that had first made him fall in love with her. He had never met a woman who knew or appreciated the role of her sex the way May did. She was a total female, in Spike's book. Her snatch was made for screwing. Her mouth was made for sucking. He had never seen May, any time or anywhere, turn down a chance to enjoy pleasure. On the other hand, there had never been a time when she failed to turn him on.
He watched her tongue-tip protrude from her pink lips and work avidly round and round the mushroom-shaped head of his cock. Each swipe of her tongue was sweet agony for him ... both for the delicious pleasure of the moment and for the anticipation of the moment when she would again close her lips around his shaft and take it all inside.
Instead of closing tightly around his girth, her lips seemed to remain in constant moist motion, massaging and nudging and stroking his cock until his body was aflame with lust. His breath came in heated bursts as his hands reached down to guide her head back and forth, back and forth along his tingling cock-shaft. "Jeezz, May! Your mouth's like honey, baby! Feels good!"
His praise was all the encouragement the woman needed. She worked twice as hard, striving to overwhelm him with the talent of her mouth, the ardor of her passion. It pleased her that Spike considered her such a terrific lover. She was vain enough of her reputation to work always to hit him hard, to leave him reeling from the lusty onslaught of her attentions.
It was more than her lewd reputation that was at stake, though. The sheer depraved effort of working her mouth over the thick shaft of Spike's cock made her pussy pulse hungrily inside her jeans. She was intensely aware of her tits bouncing on her chest, responding with hot tingles to the fury of her efforts and the cool caresses of the late afternoon air. Her entire body was responding to the turn-on of kneeling beside her work, giving this big man a blowjob before he went off to his wild weekend up north. She was glad Spike had come by with his hard cock. She was glad she was getting this chance to suck it. It felt good to interrupt an afternoon's work with a jarring shot of pleasure. "Mmmmmmm ... uuuuuhhhnnnnnn ... !"
"That's it, baby! Work it out!" Watching her filled him with raw sensation. He loved the way her tits bounced on her chest as she slaved over his cock. Her nipples were still hard and red, though they were getting no direct stimulation. They told him how excited she was by her lewd task. As he watched, her mouth worked more and more feverishly over his hard cock. Her lips tugged at his cock, trying to coax the juices right out of it. Her tongue stabbed him at unexpected intervals, forcing him to roar out his appreciation. The way she was going, she would have the prize she was after soon ... very soon.
There came a point when May's cunt could no longer stand to be neglected. It was throbbing mightily in sympathetic response to her ardent efforts. While her mouth continued to move back and forth along Spike's cock, May reached into her jeans and found the hard nub of her clitoris. She jumped a little at the contact of finger and clitoris, so sensitive was her eager, blood-swollen member.
Her finger set up a massaging rhythm round and round the base of her clitoris. Her body grew weak at the taunting input of this double excitement. The hard cock in her mouth. The hand working over her clitoris. As she grew more and more aroused, her mouth wandered more recklessly over Spike's cock. She scarcely knew what she was doing, but it was obvious what she was doing pleased him. He was grunting like a rutting lion.
"Jee-zuz Christ, woman! Jee-zuz! Yeah, play with that little clittie of yours, baby! Work it out! Oooooohh! Shit!"
His obscene words drove her fingers down to the wet opening to her cunt and deep up inside her clinging pussy-hole. She worked her fingers back and forth as well as she could around the restrictions of her half-loosened jeans. The stimulus was enough to break down the last barriers of her resistance. Suddenly she was cumming!
"Hhhhhnnnnhhhhh!" Even as she rode out the fury of her release, she continued to suck and lick and lave the man's throbbing, swelling cock. He could see she was cumming. He could feel the intensity of her excitement transmitted through her mouth on his cock. She drove him up to her own orgiastic level. She made him shoot his hot load deep into the back of her throat.
"Fuck, May! I'm cumming in that talented mouth of yours! Aaahhh!"
It pleased May in the midst of her orgasm to have Spike's hot filling juices to relish, savor and swallow. They put the finishing touch on a perfect abandoned coupling. "God, Spike, you've got the best-tasting cum!"
"And you're the best cum-swallower in the whole state. You're enough to make a man stay home for the weekend!" When she started to look uncomfortable, he smiled mockingly. "Don't worry ... I'm not going to hang around and horn in on your time with blondie. In fact, I gotta get going right now! Nick Maynard's waiting for me at the saloon."
He kissed her, then he left. May was not very reassured by his promises to leave Lacey alone. She knew she would have to keep an eagle eye on Spike. She had found Lacey. The blonde was hers!
CHAPTER FIVE
When Lacey returned from the beach, she went directly to May's workroom. She expected to find the brunette hard at work at her easel as she had seen May several times before.
She was shocked to see the older woman lying on the carpet, naked from the waist up and fast asleep. The blonde wanted to believe that May was merely taking a nap, but it seemed an odd way to take a nap. Lacey could not deny the very real possibility that May had been playing with herself, the way Lacey had done so many times in the past few days.
The idea embarrassed the eighteen-year-old. Yet, at the same time, it excited her. It was good to know that she was not alone in her depravity. May, too, could fall victim to the powerful needs of her senses. And May must have fallen hard, to let herself go this way in the middle of the day, with her boarder due home at any moment.
She crept up to her room without awakening May. Later, at dinner, she gave no indication of what she had seen. She told May the beach had tired her out. She was going to bed early.
Lacey was asleep before nine, but she was awake again at midnight or perhaps a little later. She could just barely make out the hands on her alarm clock. She listened attentively to the night sounds of the house, trying to figure out what had awakened her.
Thinking she could hear voices, Lacey crept from her bed and proceeded on bare feet down the long wooden corridor to May's bedroom. There was a light on inside. It sent a thin stream of illumination into the hall, through the crack between door and doorframe.
The girl hesitated on the threshold to her new friend's bedroom, unsure what to do next. In the confusion of half-waking, she feared that something might be wrong with May. The low moans coming through the door sounded eerie. She wanted desperately to know that everything was all right. Yet, at the same time, she feared interfering with the older woman's privacy. She feared the prospect of what she might see in there. Lacey realized there might be a man in bed with May. She wasn't sure how she would feel about that. She had grown accustomed to the security of having May's attention all to herself.
"Uuuuhhh ... ooooooohhh."
At last, the teenager could restrain herself no longer. She put her eye to the crack and looked inside.
Lacey was totally unprepared for the lurid sight that greeted her furtive gaze. The idea of seeing a man grinding his buttocks over May's welcoming loins had been one thing. But the reality of seeing a dog mounted up behind May's writhing buttocks, driving his red cock deep into her cunt ... !"
The blonde's eyes grew big as saucers. Conflicting emotions welled up from her belly. She experienced shock, horror, disgust, excitement ... all in one might assault of wonder. How could May do it? Not May! Not screwing a dog!
She didn't want to believe what she was seeing, yet at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to stop watching the depraved spectacle. May's asscheeks were waving lustily in the air. Her muted cries rose from time to time to shrill crescendo as she egged the animal on in his feverish task. There was absolutely no doubt that the brunette was totally involved in what she was doing ... was totally pleased with what was happening to her.
Lacey had to accept the obvious fact. May was screwing the dog Pogo ... and May was loving every obscene minute of it!
Her knees were quaking so hard that Lacey had to kneel down to keep from falling down. It was all so unexpected! The big mongrel had only been around a couple of times since the girl's arrival. Lacey had detected nothing unusual about May's r elationship with the beast. They played together, but there was nothing suspicious about that. How could the fugitive wife have known that her landlady and the dog were lovers?
Her mouth hung open in shock as she watched the stiff animal cock work steadily, fiercely in and out of May's upturned pussy. In the glow from May's bedside table, Lacey could make out the pink flesh of her friend's cunt, clinging to the dog's cock on each outstroke. She could see the wispy tendrils of dark cunt-hair that framed the site of the depraved union. The dog's hairy loins rammed hard up against the smooth white flesh of May's buttocks, creating a lewd contrast that reminded Lacey of something out of a fairy tale.
It was all so unreal. Only the continuous sounds of May's pleasure were too real to be denied.
"Oooohhh, yessssss! Screw me like that, Pogo darling! I got so excited this afternoon, I just had to have something more! I just had to feel your hard filling cock up in my pussy!" May's naked, trim body shimmied like a snake as she screwed herself back against the dog's hard-driving belly. Her hair flew crazily about her head as she tossed it from side to side, groaning out her ecstasy. Her tits bounced and jiggled beneath her as her energy surged backward to meet Pogo's every demanding lunge.
The younger woman could not get over how beautiful May looked, even in the midst of her depravity. Her face as she gazed hypnotically back toward the dog reminded Lacey of a poster she had seen once of a witch in a trance. Her whole churning body radiated the awesome energy of her sexuality. Though she was still struggling with her disapproval of what May was doing, Lacey could not help admiring the brunette's uncanny beauty and abandon. She found it hard to convince herself that anything so totally compelling, anything that brought such joy, could be all bad.
As she knelt outside May's bedroom door, Lacey gradually became aware of processes going on in her own body and mind. There was an excitement, rising from somewhere deep in her belly, spreading a delightful glow through her being. And there was a growing preoccupation with the beauty of May's lithe, naked body.
The teenager had never really let herself admire another woman before. She had already admired May as a person. Now she was learning to appreciate her sexual self. She watched the way the older woman's firm tight buttocks writhed around before the dog's tireless strokes. Lamplight highlighted little beads of sweat that stood out over her buttocks and along her spine. May's breasts looked so round and soft and inviting, Lacey began to feel a forbidden urge to lick them and suck them. Her mind automatically recoiled from such wanton thoughts. But her body grew steadily hotter. Her pussy was growing wetter underneath her nightgown.
It was obvious that May's excitement too was building steadily toward a crescendo. "Ooohh, God, Pogo, your cock's so good, baby! Screw me hard! Harder, darling!"
The perversity of May addressing a dog with endearments usually reserved for human lovers intensified Lacey's dazed excitement. She still felt like she was in a dreamworld. Waking up from a sound sleep to such a strange spectacle had left her off balance ... enough off balance that it seemed ail right for her to slip her hand down under her nightgown. Slowly and steadily, the hand climbed to her moist throbbing pussy.
"Mmmmpphh!" The blonde just managed to hush her cry of pleasure before it could give her away. The excitement of feeling her fingertip circling her swollen clitoris made her reel. She had to reach up and cling to the doorknob for support. But still, her hand kept ministering to her hungry cunt.
It was the fleeting motion of the hand reaching for the doorknob that let May know she was not alone. She had thought Lacey was sound asleep. She had even peeked into her room to make sure. Then, she had lured the black dog into her bedroom and helped him mount her, so he could drive away the lingering pangs of lust left over from her afternoon with Spike.
May's first response was panic. Now Lacey knew about her most secret perversion! Would she be so shocked and revolted that she would never again trust May? As the dog's sound stroking rhythm continued to massage her wet clinging cunt, May gradually relaxed. If Lacey were really horrified, she would not be kneeling outside the door, watching. So, the truth must be that the young blonde was excited by what she was witnessing. Perhaps her pretty golden snatch was right now seeping moisture!
That thought appealed to the very core of May's erotic soul. If Lacey were out there watching her, the best thing she could do, she decided, was give her a good show. Maybe she had unexpectedly stumbled upon the way to her boarder's heart ... and body.
The brunette's pulse pounded through her veins as she ground her buttocks wantonly back against the dog's furry loins. Knowing that Lacey was watching her made her earlier excitement increase to gigantic proportions. She moaned like a bitch in heat, reaching out for the solid dog-cock with her pussy-muscles and sucking it deep up inside. "Oooooohhhh ... uuuuuuhhhh ... yeah, Pogo! Screw me with your big hard cock!"
Trembling in her hiding place outside the door, Lacey pushed her groping finger back along her pussy-slit. She found her wet open cunt just as Pogo's cock soared once again far up into May's twat. Her finger bored deep up inside, driving her breath away, sending wave upon wave of sweet agony through her kneeling body. "Oh May ... " she murmured in her dazed arousal. "I feel so good!"
The two women writhed out their mounting excitement, each on her own side of the bedroom door. Lacey was not aware of it, but her breathing was growing louder and louder. Little moans escaped through her parted lips as her fingers massaged her moist pussy all the way up to her cervix.
Despite her own involvement with Pogo's cock, May heard the younger woman's sighs. She was listening for them. They brought new pangs of pleasure to her wide-splayed cunt, radiated them out through her entire quaking body. "Mmmmmm ... ooo oohhh ... mmmmmmm ... "
Lacey was far too absorbed now in the pursuit of her solitary pleasure to waste a hand on the doorknob. While her fingers drove in and out of her pussy, she used her free hand to massage her breasts through the thin material of her nightgown. She could feel her nipples leaping to pert erection under her touch. They began to pulse with excitement, setting up a direct line of stimulus with her wet open cunt.
She reached down to her clitoris, rubbing the little bud to pained erection in time to the stroking of Pogo's stiff red cock. The teenager could almost feel now that it was she who was taking that big cock up into her snatch. Revolting as the idea had seemed a short while ago, now it began to have a lurid fascination for the runaway wife. She wondered how it must feel, to have her pussy filled so deep, with such ruthless energy. May liked it. If May liked it, maybe it would be all right....
All thought fled Lacey's mind as she watched the dog begin to rut more feverishly forward. May was responding by driving harder backward. It was obvious they were both making the final climb to orgasm.
"Aaaiiiiieeee ... Pogo, baby, I'm cummmmmingg-g! Ooooohhh, I love to feel you shooting into me!"
The perversity of what was happening before her glazed eyes shocked an orgasm out of Lacey. "Aaaaaahhhh ... " It took a supreme effort of will power for the girl not to cry aloud. She clung desperately to her pussy-mound while wave after overwhelming wave of pleasure washed through it. She could hear May still moaning on the bed, and again she felt the perverted urge to kiss her, be close to her.
Afraid that May might let the dog out any time now, Lacey crept on shaky legs back down the hall to her bedroom. When she lay back down on her cozy four-poster bed, she was hoping she might wake up to learn that all that had just happened was a dream. But a touch of her wet sated pussy shot her hopes out from under her.
Her greedy cunt was undeniably real.
CHAPTER SIX
Lacey was still in bed when it came time for May to leave for the Saturday morning art class she taught at the local school. The brunette was a little nervous about how the blonde would feel about last night in the cold light of day. She left a note and some cinnamon rolls on the kitchen table and hurried off to her class.
As soon as she heard May's car pull away, Lacey wrapped herself in her robe and went downstairs. She was starving, but she hadn't been ready to meet May. She hadn't had time yet to sort out the previous night's lurid details. If she had talked to May now, she was sure the brunette would know everything she had done from the embarrassed blush on her face.
She devoured cinnamon rolls and coffee and read May's note: "Dear Lacey. Happy Saturday morning! Hope you're feeling great after your long night's sleep. I'm looking forward to lunch and a nice long talk when I get home. Take care. Love, May."
The note helped Lacey relax. May really did like her and care about her. Why should she worry about trying to impress her? May would accept her ... just as she was learning to accept May, even with the sordid knowledge she had gained last night.
A violent throbbing in her pussy ushered in vivid memories of May's naked ass, squirming back to meet the thrusts of the big dog's long hard cock. For a moment, Lacey tried to drive the thoughts from her mind. But they enveloped her, engrossed her. She found herself enjoying them....
Lost in her dreamworld Lacey was startled back to reality by an urgent banging at the screen door. She rushed over to find Pogo wagging his tail at her, waiting to be let inside. "Hi, Pogo. You hungry, boy?"
Her first sight of the dog made her nervous. She was remembering how he had looked hunching over May's eager body. She was thinking of Pogo as a wild Don Juan.
But his eager barks and licks reminded the girl that this was after all just a dog. She didn't have to be afraid of him Pogo had no more idea of the significance of what she had seen last night than the chair did. He was just a dog! She knew how to handle dogs.
Lacey watched fascinated as Pogo devoured a large can of meat chunks with gravy. She watched his mouth wrestle with the hunks of meat. She watched the way his long pink tongue darted out to lap up the gravy. He made dog food look like the most delicious thing on earth.
She remembered the enthusiasm he had displayed as he drove his cock again and again and again far up into May's welcoming pussy. It was the same kind of enthusiasm he was showing now for the food. Lacey reflected that that was perhaps the major factor that separated animals from humans--an eager, guilt-free appreciation of the pleasures of the senses. It was only when someone forgot to be guilty and learned to enjoy sex wholeheartedly that he was eligible to be termed a sexual "animal".
Without really realizing what was happening, Lacey was getting more and more excited as she watched Pogo eat. Her brain kept making associations between the way the dog had screwed May last night, and the way he was eating now. She grew mesmerized by his long agile tongue. It moved so quickly, so eagerly.
Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter underneath her nightclothes. Last night's episode had left Lacey very vulnerable to sensuality. It was almost as if her brain had been supercharged with erotic input. Instead of coming down from her perverted arousal, she was experiencing the excitement all over again. Her cunt was demanding attention. She was hot!
Confident that she would be alone in the house for the next couple of hours, Lacey pulled her nightie and robe up over her hips and spread her thighs just a little. She was sitting on a kitchen chair, continuing to watch the dog. Her hand was moving down to her open crotch almost as if it had a life of its own. She didn't want to think too hard about what she was doing. But she wanted her cunt to feel good ... she wanted it so bad.
"Uuuuhhh!" She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Her mouth turned up at the corners in a wistful little smile of pleasure. The dog had finished eating now, and he sat watching her with interest. She was aware of nothing but the way her fingertips were caressing her swelling clitoris. Her breath came in short sharp gasps. Her thighs parted a little farther. Her ass slid farther forward on the wooden chair. She was getting into the forbidden solitary world of self-love.
So preoccupied was she by what she was doing, she didn't even notice the dog's approach. She was unaware of his eyes watching her hand on her pussy from less than an arm's length away. The first sign she had of Pogo's interest was the feel of the long slick tongue licking up her open cunt-furrow.
"Aaaiiiiiieeeeee! Oh my God-d-d!"
Her eyes flew open. She gazed uncomprehending for a moment at the dark head of the big dog, poised between her thighs. She watched the pink tongue snake out ... and again she was hit by an incredible onslaught of pleasure. "Uuuuuuuuunnnhhh!"
In a flash of recognition, Lacey realized what Pogo was doing to her was like a dream come true. She had been watching his tongue while he ate. She had felt shivers running up and down her spine, attacking her moist pussy. If her mind had not seen it at first, her body had recognized the perfect instrument for her own pleasure. The dog's tongue was bringing her a kind of excitement she had never known before. She had never let her husband eat her pussy. Yet here she was yielding to a dog's ardent tonguing! Coming to California, being around May, was wreaking some powerful changes in Lacey!
The angelic-looking blonde was learning at last just what pleasure was all about!
The blonde's shapely buttocks rested on the very edge of the kitchen chair now. Her head lolled back against it, her blonde curls tossing to left and right as she squirmed under the dog's voracious attention. Her nightclothes were all the way up around her waist. Her pussy was wide open to the big beast. Lacey was in a forbidden world of stolen sensual delights. "Oooooohhh ... that's nice, Pogo!"
Pogo's tongue showed the same enthusiasm for Lacey's pussy as it had shown a few minutes before for the meat gravy. It prodded the girl's hidden sphincter, making her squeal and wriggle with delight. It worked up over her dilated cunt-hole that seeped thick juices of her arousal. It attacked her clitoris, making it grow even harder in the fury of her lust. Lacey had abandoned all reservations about responding to her depravity. Pogo had what she needed, and she was going to take it ... every last millimeter of his long twisting tongue was welcome to her hungering twat.
As she moaned before the hard-working beast, Lacey entertained bold pictures of how May had looked last night, taking the dog's cock up into her open pink pussy. She could feel the juices surging from her own cunt as she imagined how May would feel, if it were May sitting right now in this chair, letting the dog tongue her gash. She felt a secret sensual bond to the older woman, knowing they were sharing a perversion, a passion for a dog. The deeper Pogo's tongue penetrated her pussy, the more she thought about that hard cock of his, wondering how it would feel....
"Oh ... lick me, Pogo! Lick my pussy!" She wriggled her cunt into his face, begging for more and deeper thrusts of his sleek tongue. She could feel his tongue molding itself against the contours of her excitement-slickened pussy. It slipped a little way into her pussy each time it passed over it. The pressure against her cunt-walls made her whine in frustration. "Oh, deeper, Pogo!"
For the first time since she had left her husband, Lacey was sharing passion, was experiencing the gut-level excitement that could find its seed in her belly and blossom out through her whole being. It shamed her a little to admit it, but she knew she had never really been this excited with her husband. Maybe she had never had the time to bridge the gap between a virgin's fear and a hungry woman's need. But, the time she had spent making love to herself, then watching May with the dog, had opened new channels in Lacey. The passion was flowing higher and deeper. She was beginning to recognize her appetites and to long to fill them.
Her eyes remained closed as she gripped Pogo's head and pulled his face closer into her twat. Mewling like an abandoned creature, she screwed her cunt into his tongue, taking the pleasure that he was eager to give her. She humped her buttocks up off the chair, jacking herself off on Pogo's muzzle, driving her clitoris against his cold nose.
"Ooooohhh ... yeahh-h ... I need it like that, Pogo!" Even in the midst of her animal-like passion, Lacey's face still looked innocent as an angel's. The wanton writhing of her body, made her a fallen angel. She was learning what she needed and what she could have. She was hell-bent on reaping the harvest of her awakening body.
She could feel the darts stabbing her here, there and everywhere. She was being immersed in sensation. Despite all the warning signals, she was still surprised when she opened her mouth to wail out her victory. "God-d-d ... Po-o-g-o-o! I'm cummmmmingg-g!"
The animal's tongue continued to work its way over her spasming cunt. She gurgled happily, relishing the aftermath of her astounding climax. When at last she opened her eyes, there was a new reality waiting for her.
Pogo's cock was protruding from its sheath. It was long and hard and red. The dog was hot for her!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ooohh, Pogo!" Lacey couldn't take her eyes off the bright cock. In the sated afterglow of release, her inhibitions were at ease. She allowed herself free rein to think about what it would be like to feel that big cock up in her pussy. Her imagination inspired her cunt. It began to throb lustily.
Before she could back down, Lacey made the decision that would change the course of her life. She stumbled into the living room, coaxing the dog to follow her. The drapes were drawn from the night before. Here, she could indulge her perversion to her heart's content, with no fear of being seen.
While Pogo made himself comfortable on the rug, Lacey did something she had never done before. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a generous glassful of Scotch, which she downed in one long swallow. At once, the liquid warmed her belly and fired her senses. It gave her the last ounce of courage she had been lacking.
Feeling intensely bold and reckless, Lacey pulled her nightgown and her robe over her head. She stood naked before the watchful eye of the dog, caressing her out thrusting tits, relishing the building anticipation in her belly. Pogo walked over and nosed her blonde pussy-triangle questioningly. There was no doubt the big dog knew what that was for. His cock protruded from his loins, hard and rigid as ever. Lacey realized he was ready when she was.
Trembling from the effects of the Scotch and her rising arousal, the blonde positioned herself on hands and knees, the way May had been last night. She waved her ass in the dog's face, encouraging him to follow nature's lead. "Yes, Pogo! I want it, darling! I want you to do it to me!"
She was frightened, but she kept May's picture before her as an example. Pogo's hard cock had made May moan and writhe with pleasure. There was nothing to fear. She was going to feel all that awesome joy that May had been radiating last night.
Lacey shuddered as she felt the dog's paws clasp her hips. She was buffeted harshly forward as he began to rut against her, searching for the warm damp opening to her cunt. His hard cock grazed her thigh each time it fell useless back from her slit. The contact excited her. She could feel her hard clitoris throbbing with lewd anticipation. "Uuuuhhh! Get it in there! Do it to me, doggie! Pleeee-ze!"
She was just drunk enough that the thought of her self-abasement did not embarrass her in the least. Instead, it excited her. For the first time since leaving home, she could think of her husband without feeling sad. Instead, she felt a powerful surge of pride.
He must have thought he was real hot stuff, she thought, sneaking around behind his wife's back, getting his cock sucked! Well, that was nothing compared to what Lacey could do when she really set her mind to it! She had never had any lover but Dave. Now, she was looking forward to feeling a dog's cock up in her pussy. This should sever her sentimental ties to her husband, once and for all. Screwing the dog was proclaiming her freedom!
"Screw me, Pogo! Screw meee!" she cried recklessly. By chance, it was just as she uttered her drunken cry that the dog's cock found its heated goal. His cock-tip caught at the entrance to her pussy, and soared deep, deep up inside. She was spread wide by a throbbing hard length of dog-cock!
Her sense of victory was short-lived as she realized with sudden searing abruptness that it hurt. His cock was too big and too rigid for her tender inexperienced twat! "Oooohhh ... nooooooooo ... I can't do it!!"
With frantic squirms and lunges, she tried to break herself free of the animal's obscene embrace. Nothing she attempted seemed to do the least bit of good. Pogo's cock was locked into the blonde's cunt, and that was where he intended to keep it. He skittered after her as she tried to crawl away from him. His forepaws locked firmly into her hips as she waved them from side to side. Obviously, Lacey wasn't the first bitch who had tried to get away on Pogo. He had his technique down pat' Slowly, it dawned on Lacey that she was helplessly trapped. She was committed now to servicing the animal's big cock until at last he was ready to cum in her. Tears sprang to her eyes. She couldn't believe how foolish she had been, not to expect the dog's ruthless skewering to hurt. It had been May's response that had lulled her into calm acceptance. May had certainly not been hurting, but, then, maybe May was used to it. Maybe at first, it had hurt even for May.
"Uuuuhhhggghh!! Oh Pogo ... noooooo!" The dog was establishing a hard-driving screwing pace deep up into her reluctant pussy. She was intensely aware of every inch of his cock as it soared over her tender vaginal flesh. Though she knew she had no choice but to accept his brutal passion, it was difficult to reconcile her body and mind to the continuing painful lunges. Even her efforts to relax were struggles to resist the ruthless humiliation she had created for herself.
At last, Lacey sought refuge in blanking out her mind completely. She didn't let herself think about the awful thing that was happening to her.
She felt her buttocks being buffeted forward. She felt the filling cock splitting wide the walls of her cunt. She felt the hairy paws clinging desperately to her hips.
The effects of the alcohol seemed to recur, just in time to save her from utter misery. The pain became more and more murky a sensation. It was replaced first by an intense awareness of the repeated jarring. Then there followed an awesome sense of the pleasure deriving from a hard tireless cock massaging her pussy, forcing her lips apart, filling her to brimming with excited twinges.
"Uuuuuuhhhh ... oooohhhh ... " The joy in her moans surprised even Lacey. It was only as she began to whine pleasurably that she realized for certain that she was no longer hurting. She had been conquered by the sheer brute experience of being screwed by a dog. Screwed to the very limits of her endurance. Screwed as she had never been screwed before ... as she had never let herself be screwed before.
No longer a weeping frightened victim, Lacey began to squirm out her excitement with wanton abandon. In long answering lunges, she drove her ass back to meet the dog's every assault. Curious to see how Pogo was taking it all, she looked back over her shoulder at the mongrel's big black face. His tongue was dangling from his mouth, shining with saliva. His eyes were fixed with a lusty glaze. They reflected the excitement that Lacey herself felt.
It was truer than she had imagined. Now that she had erased her guilt and anxiety, she was meeting the animal on his own level. She had been reduced to an animal herself in order to learn the full extent of her own responses. She felt she knew exactly what Pogo was feeling as she drove her pussy back to swallow up his hard cock. To let the dog know she knew, she squeezed her pussy-muscles around his cock. "You're a good lover, Pogo darling! Ooooohhh ... I feel soooo ni-i-i-ce! Do it to me like that! Do it to meeeee!"
Like a bitch in heat, Lacey screwed the dog. She lost track of time as she thrust herself again and again back into the compelling world of filling pleasure. Absorbed as she was in her own senses, she forgot all about the time limit on May's absence. She didn't even hear the back door open and close.
May stood awestruck in the living room doorway, watching her young boarder moan before the dog's eager cock-thrusts. All during her class, May had been wondering how Lacey was, how she was feeling. She wanted to know what had gone on in the blonde's head last night, and how she felt this morning. She had made up her mind to be frank with the girl. She was going to bring the subject right out in the open.
Only Lacey had beat her to it. In the most stunning way possible. She had lured the big dog into the house and into her pussy. She was teaching herself how to enjoy the forbidden thrills of a dog's tapered cock.
"Oh God, Pogo! It's never been like this! I ... I ... oooooohhh!"
May could see the tension building in the muscles of the other woman's back. Lacey was growing more and more susceptible to that hard-driving rhythm. Her cunt was swallowing up Pogo's cock with increasing speed and greed. It couldn't be much longer.
May was right. The furnace inside Lacey's belly was stoked to capacity. She was a seething cauldron of sensation. Every inch Pogo's cock moved up into her pussy released a million darts throughout her kneeling, quivering body. She was stabbed to the core with lust-responses. It only remained for her to surrender after the good fight.
"Aaaiiieeeeee! Ooohh, I'm cummmmingg-g!"
With growing excitement, May watched the delicate pink hole of Lacey's pussy spasm around the dog's red cock. To her delight, she watched Pogo begin to rut more ferociously forward. The dog had been enough in tune with Lacey to respond to her release. He was cumming too. He was filling the blonde's young cunt with great streaming gobs of dog-semen.
Though she was unaware of when it had happened, May's hand had reached down to clutch the pulsing mound of her pussy. Her cunt was throbbing in sympathy with Lacey's climaxing hole. "Oh, Lacey! You're so beautiful! It makes me so hot just to watch you!"
The girl pulled away from the dog so quickly she lost her balance. She sat down heavily on her ass and stared awestruck up at May. "Holy Cow!" was all she could manage to get out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
May couldn't help smiling at the embarrassed look on her young boarder's face. Lacey looked so innocent and helpless, sitting on the rug, naked, legs splayed awkwardly.
As she surveyed the full out-thrusting tits, the smooth belly, and tight little blonde pussy vee, May grew more and more intensely aware of the tingling up inside her own cunt. She fell to her knees between Lacey's legs and stroked the girl's face and shoulders tenderly.
"Don't be embarrassed, Lacey. After all, what I found you doing is no more than you saw me doing last night ... right?"
Lacey's blue eyes swelled wide with wonder. "You knew? You knew I was watching you all the time?" She wasn't sure how to react to that knowledge. She felt somehow betrayed. Why hadn't May told her last night that she knew? Why hadn't she called out to her?
"Not all the time. But I saw some movement in the doorway ... then I heard some heavy breathing. I knew you were out there making yourself feel good. It turned me on. It made Pogo's cock feel all the better to know you were watching me and enjoying it." May could feel the moisture soaking through the crotch of her slacks. She couldn't stop staring at Lacey's round ripe tits, her pretty little pussy that sparkled with stray drops of Pogo's cum.
The blonde's eyes flashed. "Why didn't you tell me you knew?"
May's calm smile washed away Lacey's anger. The teenager could feel goose bumps standing out on her flesh as May's fingers ran lightly up over her legs, her hips, up to her sensitized tits. "Why didn't you tell me you were there?" May asked. "I was afraid, just like you, Lacey. I was afraid of what I felt was happening between us. I was afraid of frightening you away."
"You shouldn't have been afraid ... " Lacey's murmur died into a groan of contentment as May closed her lips over her nipple and began to suck greedily. The girl recalled the unnatural feelings she had felt for May last night, and realized how right the older woman was. They had been feeling something very special for each other. Last night had helped to mold. the feelings into a form that was very real, very urgent to both of them. With May's tongue and lips on her tit, the feelings no longer seemed unnatural. They seemed like exactly what the girl had been craving since the night she spied her husband with another woman.
The runaway girl needed to be soothed, to be loved. Screwing was great, and Pogo had done his job well. But there was something else. She smiled at the big dog sitting a few feet away, watching them. She thought he looked like he was smiling back at her. Did Pogo know he had in a strange way been the matchmaker that brought her and May together?
"Oh yes! Suck my tittie, May! It feels so good!" She wrapped her arms around the older woman and held her face close to her naked tit. She was shaking all over from the sheer wanton energy that May's mouth was transmitting through her rubbery nipple ... It didn't even occur to her to recoil from the lesbian passion rising inside her. The lusty session she had just enjoyed with Pogo had opened her up to receiving pleasure. She knew she wanted. what May could give her. She knew that made it right.
"Oh, Lacey! Your tittie tastes so good, darling!" May pushed Lacey gently onto her back and crouched over her, taking one nipple after the other into her mouth. She kneaded the firm resilient flesh of Lacey's tits while her tongue stabbed their rigid peaks, coaxing them to blood-swollen erection. The blonde's rising cries of passion made May's hands tremble as they gradually worked down over the smooth belly ... as they encountered the kinky little patch of the other woman's pussy-hair.
Lacey was beside herself with passion, with the very knowledge of what was about to happen to her. She was over awed by the realization that May was obviously as attracted to her as she was to the worldly brunette. She recalled how beautiful May had looked, kneeling like an inspired witch before the rutting dog. "Take your clothes off, May! Please! I want to see how beautiful you are!"
The older woman was flattered by the blonde's eager request. She rose to her feet and quickly pulled off her clothing. She stood, for a moment over the panting, bright-eyed girl, letting her mind savor the knowledge that Lacey was about to be hers. Then, with a groan, she fell back down onto the waiting blonde. "God, I've wanted you so much!"
Lacey felt delirious with desire. She watched May plant kisses down over her belly and pubic mound. Tremors tickled at her spinal column as she wondered if May was going to eat her "down there". Though she had never let her husband do such a thing, Pogo had paved the way for this new kind of pleasure. Lacey was actually looking forward to the feel of the woman's tongue on her cum-soaked genitals.
She even ground her hips up toward May's face, encouraging her in her lusty task. "Ohhhh, I want you to do it to me, May! I want to feel good all over!"
"You will, darling! You will!" Groaning with hungry abandon, May stabbed Lacey's clitoris with her tongue. Relishing the piquant taste of the girl's excitement mixed with the dog's cum, she licked round and round the stiffened little member.
"Uuuuuhhhh! Aaaiiieeeee!" Pogo's licking had not prepared Lacey for the pleasure of May's tongue. She realized quickly that the difference with a human was that she could pick out all the most vulnerable areas and pay them special attention. May's tongue kept prodding the tip of her clitoris, then sliding down the peak to circle the fleshy base, to suck up the juices of the girl's excitement. Then, with unexpected haste, the tongue slipped down to her hot cunt and stabbed right on up inside.
"Oh my God! It's incredible!"
May strained to look up over the girl's cunt-mound to her flushed, dazed face. Lacey was tossing her head from side to side, running her tongue sexily over her lips between lusty mewls of abandon. It thrilled May to see the pleasure she was bringing the young runaway. It made her want to do more ... to immerse herself in the sweet sounds and smells and tastes of Lacey ... all for the innocent blonde's pleasure. "Mmmmmm ... "
The brunette's nose nudged up against Lacey's clitoris as her tongue fucked in and out of the girl's spasming wet hole. Greedy for more of the taste of mixed juices, May closed her mouth over the fluted lips of Lacey's pussy and sucked fiercely. She sighed with the rich reward of flavors that oozed into her mouth.
Through lust-dimmed eyes, Lacey watched May's naked ass squirming wantonly up behind her as she slaved over her cunt. She wanted to stroke that wonderful, sleek-looking flesh, but it was too far away. She contented herself with running her fingers through May's fanned-out hair. Her cunt-mound continued to grind up into May's face as the older woman ate her pussy with rising eagerness.
"Christ, your pussy tastes good, Lacey! It's so sweet! I've never tasted anything like it!" May knew she was in love with the youthful fresliness of the girl, her generous passion that was freely given, no strings attached. In the first flush of youthful sensuality, Lacey had not yet learned to hold anything back. She was responding with every fiber of her being.
May was ready and willing to devour every touch, every gesture that Lacey offered her. Until this day, the brunette had never found a woman to equal her in native sensuality. In Lacey, she had finally met her match. Consciously, she would never have expected it of the girl. Lacey looked so fragile, so innocent. Yet, there had been something in the newcomer that had appealed right away to May's alert libido. Perhaps, after all, she had sensed a sister under the skin.
The harder she worked, the more freely the juices flowed from May's own aching pussy. Feasting on Lacey's wide-open pussy only whetted the brunette's appetite for stimulation of her own. She thought of squatting her cunt over Lacey's face, but she decided it was not time yet for that. She wanted to do all the giving this time. She wanted to introduce Lacey properly to the joys of what a woman could do for another woman.
But there was an alternative to a sixty-nine, another way May could satisfy her eager twat. There was Pogo.
Mewling hungrily into the wet slit of Lacey's cunt, May waved her asscheeks more and more wantonly, hoping to catch the dog's attention. For just an instant, she looked back over her shoulder. She saw Pogo sitting up, watching her. "Yeah, boy! That's the idea! Time to get back into action!" She sank her tongue back up into Lacey's pussy as the dog came up behind her and mounted her waving ass. The momentary lull in the feelings shooting from her pussy made Lacey open her eyes again and look down at May. She saw the dog come forward and mount the shapely pear of the brunette's ass. A rush of passion swept through her full lush body. May was going to screw Pogo while she ate her pussy! The idea was so perverted, it was thrilling! Already Lacey was looking forward to the brutal exchange of animal energy. She had no borders any more. She wanted to experience it all!
"Oh God, May! Pogo's going to fuck your pussy!" The girl had never uttered that word before. She was surprised at how satisfying it felt exploding from her mouth. It made her feel sexy to be able to indulge her excitement all the way down to spitting out obscene language. Dave would never recognize me now, she thought fleetingly ... and she was glad!
A piercing shriek of ecstasy interrupted the blonde's thoughts. "Aaiiiieeee! Ooooohhh, God-d-d! He's in me! He's in meeee!" Again May had raised her head. She was looking through lust-glazed eyes in Lacey's direction. But the girl realized her new lover saw nothing. May was totally absorbed in the intense feelings throbbing through her well-skewered pussy.
The older woman was enough in possession of herself, though, to think still of Lacey's pussy and what she had been doing there. While Pogo drove his hard cock into her cunt in long deep strokes, May stabbed her tongue into Lacey's juicy slit. The tongue ran wildly up and down the trembling blonde's open snatch. It teased her clitoris, tortured her gaping hole, slipped down to lap at her asshole. Lacey was amazed to discover that what May had been doing to her before was only a warm-up. The pleasure she was experiencing now was like nothing she had ever known before!
With desperate fervor, Lacey reached down to tangle her fingers in May's long thick hair. Now she could feel the brunette's head being buffeted forward into her hands, against her cunt-slit. Pogo's long lusty lunges were knocking her about ruthlessly. And May was loving it. She was eating Lacey's pussy with an ardor that approached supernatural speed and agility.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" Lacey thought she could feel May's tongue probing deep into her hot twat. The way the pushy little member forced her cunt-walls apart set up quivers of unchecked arousal that penetrated every dark recess of her being. "Suck me, May!" she wailed. "Eat my pussy! It feels so good!"
Absorbed as she was in her own lusty stupor, May still had time to appreciate the extent of Lacey's surrender to passion. She loved the feel of the girl's hands pulling on her hair, drawing her face closer into her greedy pussy. She loved the way Lacey's sweet-tasting cunt-mound wriggled up into her face. The sensations made her struggle against the overwhelming force of Pogo's screwing. May could easily have slipped into a wanton daze where nothing and no one mattered ... where she concentrated only on the hard cock drubbing her deep. But she wanted to please Lacey! She wanted to savor every moment of the blonde's surrender to lust!
The brunette's cunt-muscles clutched the dog's stiff cock on every rutting instroke. They sucked hungrily on his cock, trying to trap it deep inside. Pogo managed to escape from their grasp each time, but, like the glutton for pleasure he was, he drove immediately right back up into the danger zone. "Mmmmm ... what a good cock!" May grunted woozily into the dark savory slit of Lacey's twat.
The women moaned and writhed together on the living room carpet, each blissfully conscious of the wanton abandon of the other. Neither had ever enjoyed this kind of whole-hearted self-indulgence. For Lacey, it broke new ground in her initiation into the wonders of her own fertile body. She loved soaking up the energy of two lovers at once. Though they might both be considered "perverted" lovers, she was intensely responsive to both of them. They cared enough about her to give her the attention she needed. She had never felt so loved, or so sheltered.
Even May had never felt so open ... so totally in tune with the rhythm and hungers of her own body. She realized now why she had wanted Lacey so desperately. The girl was filling a gap in her own life. Lacey was so much sweeter, so much more tender than the hard-screwing men she knew. Lacey made her feel safe to be free.
It was in the midst of an overwhelming surge of mutual affection that the women found their peaks. "Oh myy-y! May, darling, I'm cummmmming! You're making me cummmmm!"
As she licked up the juices of the blonde's explosion, May could feel the dog letting go inside her ... forcing her to her own climax. "Oh shit! Christ, it's happening in meeee! I'm cummingg-g!"
While the dog ambled out to the kitchen in search of a long drink, the women lay contentedly in one another's arms.
Lacey was feeling guilty. She was intensely aware now of the fact that she had done none of the giving in their wanton exchange.
"Oh yes, you did, darling. You gave me yourself. And it was wonderful! I loved it!" She smiled wickedly at her innocent-looking young lover. "Besides, we've got lots of time ... If you think of something you'd like to do, why, it'd be all right with me!"
"I've got lots of ideas!" Lacey giggled and held her new friend tight.
CHAPTER NINE
Despite the promise he had made May, Spike had not forgotten his interest in the brunette's beautiful young boarder. On his return from his weekend trip Sunday evening, he dropped his friend Nick at the town saloon. Alone, he walked over to May's house.
Though he had been kidding May about her interest in the blonde called Lacey, Spike was not sure the older woman didn't have romantic plans for her. From what he had seen of May's behavior over the years, he could just see her stooping to make love to another woman, just for kicks. The thought disgusted him. Spike could handle promiscuity, but not depravity. It was too weird the thought of two pussies squirming together to get their rocks off.
It made the big man suspicious that there was no activity in May's kitchen at dinnertime on a Sunday evening. The screen door was open, and he walked right in. But no May came storming into the kitchen to accuse him of being a "rude galoot".
On stealthy feet, Spike checked out the rest of the downstairs. Then he tiptoed upstairs to check out the bedrooms. It occurred to him to worry for a moment that some mishap might have befallen the women. The idea didn't move him nearly as much as his suspicion that there was some hanky-panky afoot.
As soon as he got to the top of the stairs, his worst fears were realized. From May's open bedroom doorway there oozed the sounds of female ecstasy.
"Oooooohhhh ... oh, May, it tastes so good!"
"Uuuhhh God-d-d! It couldn't taste any better than it feels! You look so sexy, baby!"
Spike crouched down just outside the door. He didn't want to be seen until he had drunk everything in. He thought he was prepared for the worst. The depraved spectacle inside May's bedroom outstripped his wildest imaginings! Spike stared unbelieving at the incredible threesome on May's bed.
The quiet little blonde with the shy smile was kneeling naked in the center of the bed. Her blonde curls splayed over May's belly as she hungrily licked up the older woman's hot juices. Her tongue stabbed May's cunt every time the big black dog mounted behind her rammed his cock deep into her pussy.
"Holy shit!" Spike couldn't suppress his astounded cry. But it went unheard in the midst of the orgiastic goings-on on the bed.
The big man had heard about women screwing dogs, but he had never believed it ... had never wanted to believe it. It revolted him to think that any woman should want to feel a dog's thick cock up in her pussy when she could have a real-live man. That was perversion! Spike hated perversion!
Still, there was something about what he was watching that made his cock throb into life inside his pants. Spike had been drinking and whoring all weekend, and he didn't think he had much left. But the way that sexy little blonde moved her asscheeks spoke straight to his gonads. Even if she was making it with a dog, Lacey looked mighty good.
Despite his attraction to the depraved girl, Spike could not imagine sticking his own cock in her cunt until he had punished her thoroughly for her debauchery. He thought about bringing the palm of his hand down again and again onto her quivering reddened asscheeks. He almost thought he could hear the satisfying whine of her cries. But it was pleasure moans he was hearing--Lacey wasn't suffering anything more than an overwhelming case of ecstasy. "Oh May! Pogo's cock feels so good in my pussy! I love to feel him screwing me while I eat you! You taste so wonderful!" The girl sounded tipsy, though whether from booze or lust, Spike could not tell. He could never have imagined such lurid language coming from her sweet pink lips. Hearing them, hearing her obscene encouragement of the dog, made his cock swell urgently in his pants. "Dirty little whore!" he whispered savagely. "She loves it. I could teach her a few more things she might love!" He began to imagine screwing her hard and deep, until she was begging for mercy and then babbling with incoherent pleasure.
The brunette had spread her thighs as far apart as she could get them, to give Lacey plenty of room to work. She rotated her belly in lewd little circles as she squirmed her pussy up into the blonde's face. Her dark cunt-hair contrasted sharply with Lacey's sweat-matted golden locks. "Mmmmm ... you eat pussy so beautifully, Lacey! Christ, my cunt's red-hot!"
As she egged Lacey on with lewd compliments, May ran her hands abandonedly over her lover's head, then her own belly and tits. She took a nipple in each hand and squeezed them hard, until they were bright red and throbbing in erect excitement. Her fingers kneaded her tits brutally, as though Lacey's overwhelming lovemaking were driving her to it. The brunette was obviously so far gone that she had passed the point where pain and pleasure were opposites. They had merged into one compelling absorbing call to climax. May was after sensation, wherever it might come from.
Suddenly the older woman's entire body seemed to go limp, except for her head which rocked crazily from side to side, as though she were trying to deny some unavoidable truth. "Christ, Lacey ... I'm cumming! You're making me cummm! You're such a wonderful baby! You make me feel so sexyy-y!"
Lacey's pride in her achievement was obvious. She mewled hungrily as she stabbed her tongue urgently into May's spasming pink hole. She rammed her buttocks hard back against Pogo's filling cock. The blonde was learning how easy sensuality could be. She just followed her instincts, and she kept everybody happy. "Jee-zuz, I'm cumming, too, May! It's soooooo good!" The vulgar language came more and more easily. After a weekend of self-indulgence with May, Lacey had let go of a lot of old parts of herself. She had gained a lot in the exchange. She had gained an overwhelming world of pleasure.
Spike's hand reached for his groin, tried to force down the eager swelling that had grown there. The women's performance was keeping him open-mouthed with sheer awe. He had always known May was a sexy bitch, but the two women together radiated a level of sexuality that almost bowled him over. They were reveling in the depths of depravity, yet no shame or scruples held them back. Energy fed on energy, inspiring them, driving them to new heights of perversion. "Jee-zuz!" he whispered. He was helpless to do anything but keep on looking.
May had made a discovery that she was quick to take advantage of. Pogo had not yet cum. Lacey had fallen forward, deserting his iron-hard cock. Quickly, May knelt up beside her girl friend and encouraged the dog to mount her. His cock found her hole with astounding ease. In seconds, he was spreading wide the brunette's cunt with the same hard-working enthusiasm he had just shown for the blonde.
"Oooohh, God-d! It's good to get screwed after being sucked! I'm so high, Lacey, I hardly know which way is up!" Her taut well-rounded asscheeks taunted the big animal with their hard-lunging response to his cock. She wriggled energetically to the left and right, matching the dog's tireless energy with her own.
Gradually, Lacey managed to recover from her sated stupor well enough to crawl up onto her knees. She watched the black dog bending over May, filling her belly with flashing red cock. At once, the familiar tingles returned to worry her belly. She reached down and gently stroked her growing clitoris. All weekend, Lacey had been surprising herself. She hadn't known it was possible to keep on going and going, stopping only for a few snatches of sleep or a quick meal. Maybe she and May were unusual in their bottomless capacity. Whatever the truth, the girl was very pleased indeed with the extent of this new compelling world of pleasure. Wicked as it seemed, she was even beginning to feel grateful to her husband Dave for cheating on her. Without his betrayal, she might never have discovered her true self. She might never have learned what a sensual creature she was!
"May, you look so sexy taking that big cock up in your pussy! Screw her, Pogo! Screw her!"
The big mongrel was turning into a regular house dog. He had been in the house almost the whole weekend, adding to the women's pleasure with his own. Contributing his hard eager cock to their lovemaking efforts the canine vagabond had enough energy to match the wanton women. They were a well-matched threesome. Their orgies made the kind of strong magic that kept the curious animal close to home base.
Pogo panted and mewled as he labored over the struggling brunette, his tongue dangled from his mouth. From time to time, big drops of saliva dropped onto May's shapely back. "Screw mama, baby! Ooooohh, do it!"
Though he had not for a moment forgotten the depravity of what he was watching, Spike found himself responding to the women's abandon on a very gutsy level. Their single-minded pursuit of their own pleasure excited him. Their hungry need challenged his swelling manhood. Though he still wanted to punish them for their crudeness, he was getting the same thrill out of his vindictive thoughts as the women were getting out of screwing the dog. He was turning on to the little squirming brunette and the full-bodied blonde with the angel face.
His instinct told him to barge into the bedroom right now, to take what he wanted from the women. After all, if the dog was welcome, why not him?
But Spike had other ideas. He had plans for the use of this new knowledge of his. He wanted to watch May squirm when he let her know that he knew. The thought of the fun he was going to have made his balls hang heavy in his pants. "Ooeee!" he chortled. Spike was pleased with himself.
Oblivious of the fate that was being planned for them, the women immersed themselves in their growing need. Totally unselfconscious now about her relationship with May, Lacey maneuvered herself around on the bed until her pussy was poised right in the brunette's face. "Eat me, May! Please! I'm all hot again!"
Mewling slavishly, the brunette extended her tongue and stabbed the delicate blond-fringed lips that Lacey held open for her. She licked up and down her girl friend's cunt with growing greed. The harder the dog screwed her, the more wantonly she investigated Lacey's hot slit. She gobbled the free-flowing juices with obvious relish. Her cries of satisfaction revolted Spike, at the same time as they drew another throb from his cock.
"Oh yesss!" Lacey's head fell forward heavily. Her blonde curls dangled down to graze May's dark head. The younger woman swung her head hypnotically from side to side as she parted her thighs a little wider. May was reaching to the core of he r being, was taking her on another sweet uphill ride. "Oooohh, your mouth makes my pussy feel so ni-i-i-ce!"
While Spike watched with the dumb attention of a kid at his first peep show, the women drove each other back up to the dizzying heights of abandon. Kneeling in front of the brunette, Lacey drove her cunt-mound roughly forward, jacking her clitoris off against May's nose. The brunette ate hungrily. Her cuntlips nibbled the dog's cock as eagerly as her mouth attended to the blonde's pussy.
In what seemed the passage of an instant or a life time, the orgasms were happening again. The women were crying and clutching one another. This time the dog was cumming with them. Spike could tell by the urgent way he slammed his cock into May's cunt, in short fierce strokes.
I don't believe it! The words rang through the big mechanic's mind again and again. By the time the climaxes were past, he felt as exhausted as the women and the dog looked.
While Pogo lay on the end of the bed, the women snuggled against one another and prepared for sleep. For an instant, May grew alert. "Did you hear the screen door bang?" she asked anxiously.
"No ... go to sleep, darling. All the banging around here has been going on right in this room!" Lacey's education was giving her a new sense of humor, too.
CHAPTER TEN
Tuesday, Spike managed to wangle himself an afternoon off from the garage. He hung around May's house until he saw Lacey leave with her beach towel and suntan oil. Then he let himself in through the screen door and went straight to May's workroom May was working on a large female nude. It was still in the very rough stages, but already Spike could see the source of inspiration, in the full tits and hips, the wide, innocent eyes.
"That's some picture, May. I never would have thought you'd get that sweet-looking young thing to take off her clothes for you."
The man's tone was full of insinuations that made May hostile. "You know, Spike? I don't like to lock my doors. I don't like to think paranoid. But, just for you, I'm thinking of putting up a chain-link fence! Now get the hell out of here! I'm working!" She turned back to her canvas, but Spike surprised her by pulling the brush from her hand. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Spike sometimes got rough with her, but never this rough. She thought she could see hostility in his still-smiling eyes.
"I've got to talk to you, May. Now, go pour us a couple of doubles, that's a good girl." He patted her ass as she rose to do as she was told. One of the things Spike liked most about May: she was tough, her own woman, but she knew when it was smart not to be tough.
It made May uncomfortable, the way Spike stared at her all the time they were drinking. His look gradually convinced her that he was holding an ace up his sleeve. She began to squirm uncomfortably on her stool. "I've really got to get back to work, Spike. I'm a couple of days behind ... "
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about--that sweet young thing living with you. I've changed my mind about her. I've decided I want to screw her after all."
Now he had made her mad--mad enough to forget about being cautious. "You bastard! Who do you think you are, talking about her that way?" She set down her empty glass and stood up to confront Spike. He slapped her firmly across the face. Dazed, she sat down again and stared at him. He was still smiling confidently. Perversely, May could feel a surge of moisture gushing from her pussy. There was something about a man when he was showing her who was boss! She liked the tenderness with Lacey, but she liked other things, too. "What's it all about, Spike?" She was calm again. She waited for him to lower the boom.
"Just what I told you! I decided I wasn't going to let a pussy keep me away from my pussy!" He laughed harshly. "Happened by Sunday night, May. You weren't accepting callers."
His quiet words told her everything. So that was it. She had heard the door slam Sunday night! Spike had seen everything. "You know it's none of your business, Spike." She was amazed at how calm she was still. "I don't belong to you. I'm free to do whatever I want with whomever I want. You have nothing to say about it."
He slapped her again, this time hard enough to send her sprawling onto the carpet. "The hell I have nothing to say about it! I've invested a lot of good cum in you, woman ... and you know how I feel about perverts! I think I've got a right to decide whether I want to share a pussy with a goddamned dog or not!"
There were a lot of things she wanted to say to him, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. Spike was one hell of a lot bigger than she was. No sense getting him any more riled than he already was!
His heart beat fast as he stared down at the woman sitting on the carpet beneath him. Her blouse was torn and disheveled from her fall. Her ripe tits were half bursting out of the front of it. The sight made his cock swell. She sure was a sex y bitch! She'd be just fine after he'd given her some of what she most needed. May had been getting away with too much for too long ... all the way back to when she'd refused to marry him, but had kept right on gobbling up all the goodies his cock was ready to give her.
She watched warily as he sat down on the rug next to her. He handed her his glass and demanded a refill, which she rushed to get for him. She thought fleetingly about running for help, but recoiled from the idea of getting others involved in their personal quarrel. She still held tight to the idea that Spike had no business being angry with her. But she could understand why he was.
Watching her and Lacey and Pogo had probably excited the hell out of him. And now he was all ready to take it out on her for raising up the pervert in his own soul. She was smiling when she handed him his drink, but his look sobered her up. Tough as she was, she wasn't sure if she was ready for what Spike had in store for her. She sat down quietly next to him.
"You had me fooled all this time, May honey." By the time he finished his second double, his voice was a bit thick. On her third trip, May brought the bottle with her. "I mean, I knew you were a horny little bitch and all ... but dogs! Dogs, May? I mean, aren't there enough good hard human cocks in town? And what about sucking pussy? Hell, you've got the pussy! You're supposed to be the one who's hungry for cock."
She could see the excitement flaring in his eyes as he spoke. She decided to encourage it. He'd be less likely to hurt her if he was really turned on ... she hoped. "I am hungry for cock, Spike. You of all men should know that. Sometimes, I like a little variety, that's all. You know, Spike, almost anything will make you feel good if you let it ... "
After taking a long pull on the Scotch bottle, he pushed her roughly over onto hands and knees and began to wrestle down her pants. When her trousers were bagged around her knees, he took a swing at the ripe round cheeks of her ass.
"Oow! Christ! That hurts!" It was the first verbal protest she had made to his rough treatment.
Thwack! He hit her again, and her buttocks squirmed hurriedly, trying in vain to get out of the line of fire. He enjoyed the sight of the red welts standing out on her flesh. His cock throbbed hungrily. Impatiently, he pulled her pants right off her legs. He began to caress the enticing globes of her buttocks. She wiggled back at him. Goosebumps stood up on her backside. The little bitch, he thought, she's enjoying this. But the thought excited him.
He was reminded of what it was that had always brought him back to May. She was his perfect woman. No matter what he dished out to her, it turned out to be just what she was after. Housewife or whore, bitch or beauty, she had a woman for his every man. She knew what it was to be sexy! He slapped her ass again just to enjoy the sensual way her asscheeks undulated. Instead of warding him off, they looked like they were begging for more.
"You like that, don't you, May?" He slapped her again. Her ass moved more quickly. "Don't you?"
The long-haired beauty could feel the juices flowing from her cunt down the insides of her thighs. She felt just the tiniest bit guilty, almost as if she were betraying Lacey to be turning on to the man's punishment this way. It wasn't that she really thought what they had done together was wrong. She just enjoyed Spike's attention. Everything he did to her made her body come alive. Even his anger stimulated her lust.
"Oh God yes!" she wailed at last, as she felt him slip two fingers up into her twat. "I like it, Spike! You turn me on, baby!"
Panting eagerly, he worked his fingers in and out of her clinging cunt. "Jeez! I sure do, don't I, bitch? Your pussy's wet as the Pacific Ocean!" He could feel her juices oozing out over his hand. She was ripe for the plucking. And his cock was more than ready to do a job for her.
With his free hand, he pulled his stiff cock from his fly. He ran his fingers up and down the rubbery shaft for a moment. Then he nudged his cockhead against her pussy. At once, her twat sucked him inside and began to nibble him hungrily.
May began to tremble with anticipation as soon as she heard his zipper come down. "Uuuuuuhhh!" Even though she was waiting for it, she was not prepared for the luxury of feeling his thick cock battering its way up into her cunt. May had to admit it. Pussy was good, so was dog-cock. But there was nothing like the thick filling cuntful that Spike's cock gave her. "Uuuuhh, shit! Screw me! Fill me full of good cock, baby!"
Her arousal was contagious. Without thinking, Spike began to move his cock back and forth, in and out of her moist greedy pussy. He closed his eyes and gripped her hips tight. He couldn't get over the way her cunt clasped his cock. A weekend with other women had only convinced him again that May was the best thing going, for him anyway. "You're top stuff, May! Even if you are a fucking pervert!"
The woman smiled lazily. The pieces of the game had all fallen into place now. It had excited Spike to confront her with her perversions. He had enjoyed relishing the moment when he would spank her quivering ass. And she had enjoyed his vengeful blows. Her skin still tingled from his slaps. The sensations were like a glow that surrounded and accented the hard joys of his skewering cock.
"Your cock's the best, Spike! I love what it's doing to meee!"
As usual, he was skeptical of her compliments but he knew he looked forward to hearing them each time. And this time around, he had a little something extra to convince May of his worth. He wasn't finished putting this willful beauty in her place. They were still working on hors d'oeuvres!
May tensed as she felt him pull his cock out of her trembling twat. She wasn't ready to stop yet. She hoped he wasn't going to tease her by holding out on her! "Oooohh, stick your cock back in me, Spike! Pleee-ze!"
"Don't worry, baby! There's a lot more where that came from!" Without hesitating another moment, he slipped his well-lubricated cock up into her relaxed sphincter. As soon as her anus sensed the violation, it spasmed. But it was too late. His throbbing cock-length was buried deep in her rectum.
His ruthless gesture overwhelmed May. Spike had done this to her only once before, and that was long ago, when he was very angry with her. She had been afraid to try it again ... afraid he might hurt her. Now that she felt his thick cock forcing her asshole wide open, she felt a wave of panic shoot through her. Spike had gotten to her at last! Now May was upset! "Oh nooo! Don't hurt me, Spike, pleee-ze! I'll do anything ... only not this!"
He was pleased that he had finally managed to genuinely get to the pinioned woman. No longer cool and rational, May was squirming like a stuck pig on the end of his cock, pleading to be spared this awful punishment. Her struggles made his cock swell with lust. Her asshole felt so tight around his cock! "Jeez, it's a tight little asshole, May baby! You can't ask me to give up all this! It's not fair! Uuuuhh, fuck!"
With slow deliberate strokes, he began to work his cock in and out of her resisting anus. Each contraction of her rectal muscles gave him incredible little jolts of pleasure. He moved his buttocks voluptuously, screwing her deep, enjoying his final, ultimate conquest of the independent brunette. "You've got a sweet asshole, May!"
"Please stop! You're hurting me!" Her pleas for mercy grew increasingly frantic. She struggled to wriggle away from him, but he slapped her hard. His fingers dug into her cruelly, pulling her back onto his cock.
Spike let the sadist in his soul have full rein. He was going to enjoy teasing her! "You really want me to stop, baby?"
"Oh yes, Spike, please! Anything!"
"Then you've got to make me a promise!"
His cock moved in and out of her rectum with a deep penetrating rhythm. Her discomfort seemed to grow less as she sensed a relenting in his voice. "I will, Spike!"
"You've got to help me get into your new girl friend's pants!"
It was the cruelest thing he could have said to her. His words dashed her hopes of being set free. She could never agree to what he was asking! Never! But her asshole felt so horribly stretched! His cock was so hard in her! Too hard! "Noooo, Spike! I can't!"
He pulled back until only the very tip of his cock was still embedded in her spasming hole. Then he drove all the way up inside in one long merciless thrust. It pleased him to see her pink flesh clustering round his big cock. It was good to be calling all the shots. May needed to be reminded that even nice guys have their breaking point!
"Too bad, baby! Good for me, though! I sure enjoy this tight little hole of yours!"
"Uuuuhhh! Oooohhh! Stop! Okay, okay! I'll do what you say!" She made the concession, vowing to herself that she could not be held to an oath made under pressure. Lacey would understand. Anyone would understand. She had to make the pain stop!
Her surrender acted like an aphrodisiac on the rutting man. All along, he had had no intention of stopping, even if she agreed to what he asked. But he had been looking forward to making her say the words she was so reluctant to say. And no matter what, he intended to make May make good on that promise! He was going to get into that hot blonde pussy!
His thoughts drove Spike onto a high plane of arousal. He worked his cock in and out of the brunette's asshole in long plundering strokes that made her ass-flesh quiver. The urgency was building in his balls. With single-minded haste, he began to concentrate on pursuing his pleasure.
May was carried along by the sheer power of his excitement. "You promised to stop if I agreed! Stop, you bastard, stop!" She moaned constantly, fighting to resist the cruel onslaught of cock-blows. For a long time, she fought against the growing reality blossoming within her body.
The pain was gone. His sodomizing cock was bringing her pleasure.
At last, the sensualist in May could hold out no longer. Forgotten were broken promises and blackmail. The ultimate truth resided in that thick cock, in its hypnotizing filling rhythm. "God! I love it, baby! Oh shit! Screw me in the ass!"
Though he had given up worrying about the woman's reactions, Spike was not entirely surprised when she started to whine and plead for more of his assscrewing. With everything he knew about May so far, her ultimate response seemed very much in character. "Don't you worry about a thing, May baby! I'm going to screw this little asshole until you blow apart! Jeez! Move that ass! That's the stuff!"
All the play-acting was forgotten now. What was happening was deadly serious. This was pleasure. And neither Spike nor May was one to take pleasure lightly.
"Oh, screw meeee!"
"Yeah, baby! Sweet ass! Sweet ass!"
Neither of them knew how long they were locked in their carnal bond before at last they surrendered to the white lightning of orgasm. They were so in tune, they came together, scrambling head over heels to chase each other over the top.
"Christ, Spike! Your cock up my ass is making me cummmmm!"
"Yeah, baby! You've got a sweet assful of cum in there now! Aahhh!"
He panted over her for a long while, fighting to catch his breath. The woman was almost unconscious when he rolled her over to look at her. "May?"
She smiled lazily up at him. "Mm-hum?"
"Don't forget now. You made me a promise!"
"Spike Mitchell, you're a two-timing, son-of-a-bitching bastard! You know that promise isn't worth a skunk's fart!" She wasn't really angry. She was just going through the motions. That was the way she and Spike liked it. As for the promise, well ... they'd just have to wait and see what happened. May felt too good to worry about it now.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Her afternoon with Spike convinced May of something. Though she had rebelled against making him a fixture in her life, the man was important to her. Lacey, she knew, was an infatuation, an intense infatuation, but still nothing more. She had been something May had to have. It was good, and the older woman hoped it would last for a while yet.
Someday though, Lacey would go on her way, off to live her own life. She was still practically a child--eighteen years old. Everything was waiting for her in the future. May and Spike had already been through quite a few rounds with life. They had developed their eccentricities and their preferences. They enjoyed what they did for a living, they enjoyed their evenings in the saloon, they enjoyed the unplanned torrid screws. When Lacey was gone, there would still be Spike and May. They were as much a part of the local scenery as the tall scraggly pines along the coast.
Seen in this light, May began to relent in her views of Spike's attraction to Lacey. She could certainly understand the lure of the sweet-faced beauty. She had fallen for it too. She had been falling for it every night, when she and Lacey fell into each other's arms. At length, she began to be attracted by the possibility of having a threesome with Spike. He had suggested the idea, and May had promised to think it over.
There was no doubt in her mind that Lacey was ready, whether the girl realized it or not. She had broken through most of the barriers left over from her life back east. All that remained was for Lacey to experience another man. After all this time, all this sensuality, the only man in her life was still Dave--and he was only a faded bitter memory.
The brunette planned a little dinner party--for just her and Lacey and Spike. Lacey had run into Spike a couple of times already. May could see the blonde felt attracted to the handsome, easygoing older man. It was clear, too, though, that his strength, his sheer maleness, frightened Lacey. May thought an informal evening with good food and good booze should clear through the fear. From there, they could just see what happened.
May prepared a Far-Eastern picnic and they ate on the floor in the living room. It was comfortable that way. They had lots of room to sprawl. The brunette was amused to see that Spike could not keep his eyes off the enticing furrow between Lacey's tits. The dress she wore showed them off to good advantage. That was something else May had done for Lacey--taught her how to dress so she didn't look like a preacher's daughter.
"So how do you like it out here in California, all in all?" Spike was on his best manners. May was impressed. Lacey was enjoying him. The girl had let go enough to drink three glasses of wine. Spike had kept the glasses full and May had been keeping count, to amuse herself while the other two flirted.
"Oh, I like it ... very much! Everybody's so kind and friendly. It's not all uptight like it is back home!"
Watching her wide-eyed enthusiasm made May's pussylips flare under her dress. She could imagine how that girlish innocence must be impressing Spike.
When she looked at the girl really closely, May noticed there was something there that hadn't been there the first day Lacey knocked at her screen door. The brunette couldn't quite put her finger on it. But somehow Lacey didn't look quite so naive any more. There was a self-confidence that was turning the girl into a woman, that was melting down the barriers of the country-girl shyness.
"Yeah, California's a great place, isn't it? And you really lucked out, getting May for a landlady. She's just about the neatest lady in the whole county. The sexiest too ... though she's had some pretty heavy competition since you moved in."
Lacey blushed, but May knew Spike was making brownie points. By flattering May, he was winning Lacey's confidence. May blushed a little herself to think that Spike probably meant what he said about her. He was a galoot, but he was the most faithful admirer she had ever had.
Spike got the women talking about movie stars and sex symbols. He started talking about some sexy movies he had seen. He was laughing raucously at his own stories. His voice was thick with drink and secret anticipation. The big man could hardly wait to sink his face between those soft billowing tits, popping out of Lacey's dress.
The tension level in the room increased drastically when, while May was clearing away dishes, Spike slipped his hand up under Lacey's dress. His fingers caressed her thigh familiarly. Lacey tried to pull her leg away, but his next words froze her. "Best thing I ever saw though was this blonde chick getting screwed by a dog while she gave head to this good-looking brunette. And, would you believe it, Lacey, that wasn't even a movie!"
The teenager was stupefied. Somehow, Spike knew about what she and May had done together! Her mind struggled to make the connection between the nice older man who had been so much fun all evening and this leering forward brute. He was looking at her as if she were already naked! "May!" she called feebly. She continued to try to push her dress down and force his hand away. The girl was still hoping that the situation could be saved by May's appearance. They could all pretend none of this had ever happened. She grew more and more nervous, the longer she waited in vain for May.
May peeked carefully around the living room door. She felt guilty about leaving Lacey alone with Spike's drunken horniness, but she told herself it was ultimately all for the girl's own good. Lacey needed to experience a man other than her husband. She needed to learn to be receptive to a man the way she was with her and Pogo. Though Lacey might not know it right now, May had left her in the best hands she knew. If any man could teach a woman all she needed to know about herself and men, it was Spike.
The brunette no longer felt jealous about leaving Lacey in Spike's hands. She had won her point of pride. She had been Lacey's lover first. Now, she was growing more and more excited by the prospect of watching the man win the girl over to the pleasures of his stiff talented cock.
"No! Please don't do that!" Lacey was shivering with fright. Spike was pulling her dress up over her head, forcing her to get naked. Though the blonde had learned easily enough to share sexuality with the woman and the dog, she still balked at the idea of making love to a man just for kicks. She still associated a man's cock with marriage and true love. The way she had thought it was with Dave.
The thought of her fickle husband made her feel more miserable than ever. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be in a predicament like this. She felt mixed up, too drunk to really know how to handle the situation. All she wanted was to make Spike leave her alone. "May!" She struggled against his hands that were slowly methodically disrobing her. The way his hands held her down so easily, Lacey felt helpless as a fly in a spider's web. "What can I do?" she moaned in despair.
"Relax and enjoy it, baby! And I wouldn't bother calling May if I were you. I think she had to go out for some coffee or something." He was enjoying the trembling despair on her face. The way her lower lip quivered made his cock ache painfully inside his pants. Spike was looking forward to changing the blonde beauty's misery into rousing ecstasy. He knew with self-confident certainty that she wouldn't be able to resist him once she got a taste of his powerful loving.
"Why are you doing this to meee?" He was crouching over her where she lay naked on the rug. His fingers caressed her fright-moistened cunt-slit. She writhed frantically, trying to escape the strokes that threatened to lead to pleasure. It would be too humiliating to accept pleasure now, after the way he had arrogantly grabbed her and stripped her. She couldn't let a man treat her like this ... not and have the satisfaction of seeing her enjoy it, too!
Spike licked his lips as he relished the moist softness of her protesting pussy. His cock was pounding inside his pants, demanding its freedom to prowl.
"You don't really mean to tell me you want to make all this fuss about a man's cock, baby!" He was enjoying teasing her. The wetness of her cunt seemed to make a lie of her struggles. "You ... with all your experience with that big black dog ... you should be grateful for anything you can get! Not every man would go for a cunt that had fucked a dog!"
Lacey wasn't even aware of exactly when the tears had started. She noticed them first when she discovered a strong salty taste on her tongue. It was so horrible! Why did he want to humiliate her like this? With May, she had learned not to feel guilty about her passion for the woman and the animal. Now this big sadist was forcing her to face another opinion, probably the opinion of most of society. She felt dirty and frightened and alone. Why didn't May come? She was beginning to feel a ferocious anger against the older woman for not being here when she needed her. She began to suspect May of being a co-conspirator in the man's plans. Why else would she not be here? "Please let me go! Let me go!"
Still his hand played over the moist folds of her pussy, bringing little surges to her belly despite her efforts to resist them. His finger had pushed up into her cunt-hole and was wriggling around. Lacey had to grit her teeth to fight the feelings. The alcohol soaring through her blood stream only made her task more difficult. Everything and everyone seemed to be conspiring to force her to surrender to the violent male. "Why? Why? Why?"
"'Cause when I saw you with that big dog-cock, baby, it made me want to do it to you hard. I figured I'd have to make it special if you were going to like it better than dog-screwing. I thought a woman like you would like it rough." She was struggling against him less now. Her eyes were shut tight, her teeth bit her lip. She was resisting the kisses he was planting over her belly, her golden-thatched pussy-mound.
Despite herself, tremors of excitement shook Lacey's nerve-endings. The raw desire in the man's voice spoke to her body, not her head. A primitive urge deep inside made her want to take the man into her, to absorb all the lusty energy he had to invest in her cunt.
From her hiding place outside the living room door, May could recognize the first signs of surrender in her blonde girl friend's quivering body. Though Lacey's face still looked tense and worried, her loins were loosening up. She was thrusting her pubic mound upward in tight little circles. May smiled wryly to herself, wondering if Lacey even knew yet what she was doing. Perhaps her body was outstripping her mind.
Spike saw what was happening even before May did. "Uhhuh, you want it baby! I know you do!" His tongue stabbed through her cunt-hair, struck the fleshy peak of her clitoris.
"Aaaiieee!" At once, Lacey began to churn her hips more wantonly upward. The forces of lust in her belly were rapidly gaining the upper hand. Even her brain was finding ways to rationalize her surrender. She had no choice but to obey this man's wishes. What else could she do? Run out and tell the first passer-by that some weirdo wanted to punish her for screwing a dog? In a perverse way, Spike was more right in his reactions, she knew, than she herself was. He wasn't doing anything that her own husband wouldn't have done under the same circumstances. He was responding to a lust that had been originally stimulated by Lacey herself.
"Mmmm, Christ! Your cunt tastes sweet, baby!" Kneeling between the blonde's thighs, Spike even forgot to try to pin her body down. He was totally immersed in the sexy task of eating out the eighteen-year-old's delicious pussy. His tongue licked hungrily up and down her cunt lips that shone with the juices of her arousal. He stabbed her clitoris on each upward sweep. Her body answered his nudge by squirming eagerly to meet him. Lacey was forgetting something too. She was forgetting to resist.
Without her consciously willing it, Lacey's body was falling prey to the blatant sexuality of her situation. It was quivering and churning in response to being forcibly stripped naked, then pushed down and eaten out by a quick darting tongue. Once she let her mind relax its scruples just a little, the booze she had drunk rushed in to the fill the gap. It knocked down her barriers. It made her red-hot for this new depraved experience. "God, yesss! Do it like that! Lick my pussy! Oooooohhh!"
Though he had seen her in action already with the woman and the dog, Spike still found it difficult to believe the energy of the girl once she let herself go. He had his work cut out for him, working his lips and tongue and fingers to keep her wet greedy pussy happy.
Not that Spike minded. This was just the ripe treasure he had been after. Though he had thought it might take longer to break down her resistance, he was happy to accept his quick victory. His cock was pulsing urgently in his pants. It wanted the hungry little pussy for itself!
May watched awestruck while Spike labored over Lacey's responsive loins. She had told herself all along that she was doing the right thing, leaving the girl alone with Spike. But even she had not realized how suddenly or how intensely the blonde would respond to Spike's forceful technique.
It was obvious to the older woman now that, just like May herself, Lacey had been missing an essential ingredient in the expression of her sexuality--a man's hard cock. With bated breath, May watched Spike pull his prick from his pants and nudge the head against Lacey's slick hairy cunt.
"Hhnnnhhh!" the girl moaned. "Stick it in meee! I want your cock in meeee!!" It was happening at last. Lacey was committing the ultimate disloyalty to her young husband. She was pleading for another stiff cock to impale her needing pussy. Only now did she realize how strictly she had avoided taking this last step in her moral break from Dave. Now that it was happening, it no longer frightened her. In fact her predominant emotion was excitement. She was realizing how much she had missed a man's cock! Now that it couldn't be Dave's, this man's would do just fine!
"Coming right up, baby!" Panting heavily, Spike crouched over the woman and shoved his thick cock deep up into her wide-open cunt. He groaned with pleasure as her tight pussy wrapped itself around his throbbing erection. Her cunt-walls clasped him, trying to hold him in as he withdrew part way to begin his stroke. "Oh baby ... I'm going to enjoy this!" His words came out in an impassioned rush Spike had never been so sincere.
Her thighs wrapped around his buttocks. Her little heels began to pound his ass, urging him to screw her deep and hard. "Oh yesss ... that's it! God, your cock feels good!"
Even May was a little shocked by the blonde's wanton response to Spike's seduction. It was as if suddenly the girl had taken her last great leap forward into womanhood. She was moaning and thrashing and pleading for it like she could never get enough. For just an instant, May felt a pang of nostalgia for the young innocent who had knocked on her door such a short time ago. Lacey had sprouted full-grown wings. She was ready to fly!
The teenager was flying higher than she had ever gone before. In her limited experience with her husband, Lacey had only begun to investigate the bounds of the man-woman relationship. She had never been screwed this rough, this deep, this wantonly. She had never been able to cry this loud and squirm this wildly. She hadn't even known these thrilling outer limits existed.
"Oooooohhh ... it's soooo good!" Opening her eyes to stare ceiling ward, Lacey was shocked by the sudden appearance overhead of May. She wondered how the older woman was feeling about what was happening. After all, Spike was her friend.
It took the dazed blonde a few moments to realize that her girl friend was naked. "May!" she cried, relieved. "It's all right, isn't it?"
"Yes, darling ... it's more than all right--it's sexy!" Slowly May lowered herself into a crouching position over Lacey's face. While she offered the blonde the wet slit of her pussy, she kissed Spike. Her tongue drove deep into his mouth, clashed with his tongue. In one sudden moment, May was hurled into the thick of her two lovers' passion. Lacey's tongue darted out and stabbed into her cunt. Spike's tongue invaded her mouth at the same time. May was flying too. "Aaaahhhhhh!"
Again a triangle had been completed. The man and the two beautiful women squirmed and moaned and panted together, testing each other's erotic limits, forcing each other to new reaches of blazing passion. Their mating was long and arduous. No one was in a hurry to make it end.
"God, lovers, I'm cumming!" Lacey wailed at last into the wet furrow of May's pussy.
"Mmm, me too! Me too!" May went plunging headlong after her. Spike's mouth and hands, Lacey's tongue, had conspired to wrench from her loins the most compelling orgasm she had ever known. She had never been with two lovers with such high energy. It overpowered her to receive so much attention all at once.
Knowing that the women were letting go set Spike off. He squirted his hot load deep into Lacey's clutching pussy-hole. The receptive spasms of her cunt made him groan in pleasure.
The party continued far into the night. Lacey realized she was undergoing the last of her sexual initiation. From here on in, she was a full-fledged woman--with a rousing bagful of tricks. "Love me, lovers," was the last thing she remembered saying, as Spike and May covered her body with eager kisses.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Spike had to go to work the following morning. He hadn't had more than two hours' sleep, but he declared it was worth it as he kissed the two women goodbye at the kitchen door. "See you girls later," he promised.
May poured a second cup of coffee for herself and Lacey. "Well, I guess the reasonable thing would be to go back to bed. But now that I'm up I think I'll go out and do some chores. It amazes me that I've got so much energy, but then I soaked in a lot last night. Want to come with me, baby?"
"No ... " Lacey was feeling distant. She needed some time alone to take stock of all that had happened to her. "I'm not used to things moving so fast in my life." She smiled. May recognized once again the Lacey she had first known ... only this one looked definitely happier.
May hugged her goodbye. "I understand, baby. No matter how much a girl loves her friends, she needs some alone-time too."
Lacey had thought she would go right back to bed when she was alone. But she found herself pacing the floor instead. Her body was alive with energy--the same thing May had been talking about. She thought over the previous night's events, and found herself getting horny all over again. "Wow, I don't believe it! Not after all that!"
She found Pogo whining at the back door and let him in to eat. As he wolfed down the can of food, Lacey was reminded of the first time she had yielded herself up to the animal. It seemed almost every memory associated with the place was sexual. Her cunt began to throb lustily. It was almost as if she could feel that long pink tongue the way it had felt that first time.
"What do you think, Pogo? Do you think maybe it's time I went back-east, just to see how I handle it all after everything that's happened here?" Lacey couldn't understand why, but for the first time since her flight from Dave, she was feeling homesick. Not that she didn't love the folks here, but she had always intended to go back, once she had her feet on the ground. Close as she had felt last night to May and Spike, she knew they had their own lives to lead. What the three of them had together could never be anything more than a passing affair. That was just the kind of people they were--all of them, including her.
Deep down, Lacey was a family person. And though she knew her life with Dave was over, she knew just as surely that she wanted something to replace it. She wanted someone special, someone just for her. She felt ready now to give a man everything he might need to keep him close to home--well, almost everything. There was still the little matter of sucking a cock. She had left that part of the orgy last night to May. There was still something in her that rebelled against doing the very act that had in effect broken up her marriage.
When Pogo came over to sit beside her and lick her hand, Lacey abandoned her morbid thoughts of partings and new beginnings. She concentrated all her attention on the dog, stroking his head and talking to him. As she bent over to him, his tongue swiped upward and licked her face. "Ooooohhh, Pogo! You're such a lover!"
The dog's sudden tongue assault provoked a new chord of arousal deep in the blonde's belly. She began to realize that going away would mean leaving Pogo too. She was going to miss his particular kind of loving. Maybe never again would she find an animal like him It began to seem very important that she take full advantage of Pogo now, while she could.
Not daring to admit to herself what she intended to do, Lacey led the big dog into the living room. She poured herself a stiff drink, then she sat on the sofa, watching Pogo approach her. Downing her drink in one long rush, she set the glass aside and began to concentrate on the feelings inside. Slowly and sensuously, she pulled up her nightgown, all the way to her waist. Her bare ass rested against the material of the sofa. The sensation sent little tingles shooting down her spine. She felt a hot surge of moisture gush from her pussy.
The dog sat between her open thighs and looked up at her inquiringly.
"You big devil, you! Quit teasing me! You know what I want!" The alcohol coursing through her system made Lacey feel very bold, very much in control of herself and her wants and needs. It felt good to be able to sit down with the dog and lewdly take her pleasure. It was the kind of freedom she felt was her right now. With a giggle, she wondered how long it would be before she ended up shocking someone when she was back home again. Life would be different for Lacey! Even the uptight home town wouldn't be able to keep her down.
"Go ahead, Pogo! Eat my pussy!" Her obscene words made her cunt throb with arousal. They also made Pogo leap into action. He poked his nose forward and prodded the blonde-fringed slit that was wide-open and wet for him.
"Hhhnnnhh! Cold! Cold and goo-o-d! Do it some more, darling!" The excited blonde let her head fall back against the couch as she watched the dog begin to investigate the enticing source of her juices and odor. His nose made her clitoris spasm and swell to rock-hard arousal. It drew a new flood of juices from her hungry twat. Pogo even nosed down as far as her asshole. The unexpected charge of cold energy on her forbidden little opening made Lacey whinny like a stuck mare. It seemed there was nothing that couldn't turn her on in this free, abandoned state.
Chills of lust awakened every nerve-ending in the blonde's half-exposed body as she relished the dog's selfless hunger. His tongue snaked up over her already vibrating cunt and clitoris. For a moment, Lacey thought she would pass out from the excruciating pleasure. She let her thighs fall open as far as they would go. All she wanted was that sweet ecstasy ... every last swipe of it. She refused to think there was anything wrong with what she was doing. Pleasure could never be wrong! Screw the folks back home! Screw everybody! She was Lacey ... and this was what she wanted and needed!
For a moment, her internal declaration startled the teenager. Then slowly, she began to feel a calm satisfied glow of self-recognition. At last, she was realizing who she was. And she was declaring to herself that she was going to stand up for herself! In the face of the whole world, if necessary! "Lick my cunt, Pogo! I love it, baby!" The dog was totally immersed in his task now. His gigantic head tensed forward while his tongue probed every dark recess of her soft pink treasure. He lapped up her plentiful juices as quickly as they appeared. His tongue drove deeper into her pussy, looking for more of the appealing flavor. Lacey slipped her ass a little farther forward on the couch to oblige him. The better access the dog got to her quivering slit, the better it was for her. Her cunt was hungry for filling. Even after all the good loving she had gotten last night, she was still hungry. The teenager had never had the chance to test her limits before. She was beginning to suspect that maybe there weren't any! She was awaiting the next swipe of Pogo's tongue now as eagerly as she had anticipated the next stab of Spike's cock last night! Or the next nudge of May's finger or tongue! Elated by her new self-awareness, Lacey felt secure in the knowledge that she had enough sexual energy to keep everybody happy!
"Poor Dave!" she cried smugly as her cunt ground forward into the dog's muzzle. "He never even realized what a prize he had!" She was enjoying this new high opinion she had of herself. She vowed never to let a man or sex intimidate her again. And that meant even sucking cock! Trembling at her own boldness, she vowed right then and there that she would suck a man's cock the next chance she had. It couldn't be all that bad!
She remembered how May's mouth had looked last night clutching Spike's swollen cock. The memory made her pussy-walls quake. There was something so incredibly depraved about sacrificing one's mouth to a hard cock. Now that she had knocked down all her other barriers, she would have to demolish that one too! "Ooooohhh, my pussy's so hot, Pogo! It makes me want something long and hard up inside!"
No sooner was the idea expressed than Lacey began to turn it into reality. She peeked around the dog's big head to catch a glimpse of his red cock protruding stiff and menacing from his cock-sheath. "Oh, Pogo! You've got to let me have some of that hard cock of yours!"
Scrambling down onto the rug, she kneeled facing the couch and waved her ass in the dog's face. "Come on, Pogo! Screw me, baby! Oh, I feel so sexy!"
The dog needed no more encouragement than the enticing sight of that squirming round ass. He raised himself up onto his hind legs and wrapped his forelegs around the smooth flesh of Lacey's hips. His red cock began to surge back and forth, urgently searching out the hot hole that the animal knew by instinct was waiting for him.
The harder the dog lunged against her--the more often she felt that hard cock slap against her thigh and fall uselessly away--the hotter Lacey got. She could feel her pussy throbbing, longing for that filling scepter to penetrate deep up inside. She pulled her nightgown up higher over her back, thrust her buttocks back more wantonly. Both gestures were to no avail. The dog's cock continued to miss her ready hole.
At last, with a low moan of desperation, the girl reached back under her twitching belly and grasped the shaft of Pogo's cock. A lewd tremor ran through her at the obscene thought of what she was doing ... the thought that she was so hungry for cock, she would take hold of a dog's prick and pull it right into her.
Her effort was rewarded at once. The dog's pointed cock-tip needed only to feel the yielding softness of her pussy, and it surged right on up inside. In one glorious overwhelming moment, her cunt was filled all the way to the cervix with a throbbing rod of dog-cock. "Aaaaaiiieeeeee! Christ, yes! That feels so fucking good!" The obscenity of her language no longer shocked Lacey. It only added to the heat of her arousal. Now that she was experiencing all this gut-level excitement, she needed the vocabulary strong enough to properly express it. "Screw me, Pogo! Screw me!"
The animal lost no time in setting up a hard-rutting rhythm deep up into the blonde teenager's clutching pussy. His dark loins pulled back and drove cruelly forward with the regular speed and force of a piston. Each explosion of lust drove his cock deep into the woman's hungry twat. Her cunt-walls gave his every inthrust a wet grasping reception. The union was perfect. Both dog and woman had exactly what they wanted. "It feels so good-d-d!" Like a mindless screwing machine, Lacey clutched the couch cushions to get the purchase to drive her ass back hard against the dog's loins. She matched Pogo's eagerness with her own. Wanton obscenities escaped her lips in a nonstop barrage. She was climbing with the speed of summer lightning up to the high peaks of primal passion. All the lust she had absorbed since coming to May's home was bearing the fruit of the harvest now Lacey's responses were the sum total of everything she had experienced, everything she had hungered for. "Oh shit, it's so big and hard in my pussy, Pogo!"
* * *
On the way back from an errand for the garage, Spike stopped off at May's house, just to see how the women were doing. He hadn't been able to get the angel-faced blonde and the sexy brunette off his mind all morning. He wanted to see them for just a few minutes, maybe kiss a tit or feel up a pussy, just to remind himself in the flesh of the incredible good fortune he had enjoyed the night before.
He was disappointed to see May's car was gone, but he decided to check the house anyway, just in case someone was still home. He walked in through the screen door and on to the hallway. From there he had a clear view in to the living room couch.
Spike could scarcely believe his eyes. There was Lacey, half naked, screwing the dog in front of the couch, shoving her ass back to swallow up Pogo's cock ... just as if she hadn't been screwed in a month of Sunday's. The big man's first reaction was anger. But as he watched her unselfconscious sensuality, his anger became amusement. She sure was a greedy little thing!
Maybe it was true that Spike was mellowing out, but the big man's amusement was quickly growing into sheer raw lust. Instead of being revolted by the urgent way Lacey was driving her ass back against the dog's loins, he was excited. He could feel his cock swelling up in his pants as surely as if it were beating with a life of its own. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
As her abandon grew more complete, so did Lacey's enjoyment of her own bold depravity. She called out every dirty word she could think of. She relished the juicy wetness of her cunt as the dog's cock made sluicing sounds in her open hole. She couldn't get any more deeply involved in sex, she thought.
But she was wrong. Spike was on the very verge of showing her how wrong she was! Though he knew he was expected back at the garage, the mechanic could not resist the insistent urge of his pulsing prick. He pulled his cock from his fly and walked over to the girl. She couldn't see him coming, in the position she was in. The first sign she had of his presence was when his knee grazed her elbow.
She looked up wide-eyed at the big man looming over her. "Spike ... ooohh, Spike it feels so fantastic!" Though she knew how the older man felt about perversion, Lacey was too far gone in her own world of abandon to worry about what he was thinking. All she knew was that she felt damned good. Her eyes were glazed over with passion. Her cunt was filled to overflowing with stiff cock. "Mmmmmm ... ooooohhhh ... "
She managed only a faint gesture of surprise as Spike edged himself in front of her. He sat facing her on the couch, his swollen purple cockhead hovering only a couple of inches from her nose. "Oh!" Her startled little cry was followed by a broad knowing grin. "You want me to suck your cock, don't you, Spike!"
Memories of the vow she had made only a short while ago made the girl's cunt spasm hotly. Now was the chance for her to test out her boldness. She had a stiff cock in front of her, waiting to be loved by her mouth. Could she do it? Did she even know how to begin? "Uuuuhh!" The dog's cock skewered her deep, forcing her closer to the man's prick.
Spike was still waiting to see what she would do. He gave her time to entertain lewd memories of how May had looked sucking Spike's cock. She remembered the tongue stabbing out to lick round and round the man's inflated cockhead. She remembered the way the brunette's cheeks had hollowed as she sucked his cock in all the way to the back of her throat.
"Mmmmpphhh!" Spike's patience had run out! With eager hands he forced her head forward, forced her to take the whole long shaft of his cock deep into her mouth!
A momentary surge of panic seized Lacey. Then, gradually, as she realized that she was in fact taking all of Spike's thick cock deep into her mouth--that she had nothing to fear--she began to feel a wanton tremor of excitement. His cock felt so filling and satisfying in her mouth. Suddenly she wanted to investigate this firm rubbery instrument that she was seeing and feeling from such close quarters for the first time.
"Mmmmmm ... " She pulled her head back a little way, baring the shining shaft of his cock for just an instant before her mouth again descended to suck it all up. The dog's tireless reaming of her pussy helped give the girl added inspiration for her lusty prodding. Back and forth, she bobbed her head, relishing the texture and heft and thickness of the cock that was filling her mouth to overflowing. Spike's mouth hung open. He uttered long low groans as he watched the girl's mouth deal wanton pleasure to his throbbing cock. "Shit! You know how to suck a cock, baby!" He had no idea this was the teenager's first try at cock-sucking, but he marveled at the unequaled enthusiasm she was showing for her work. "Yeah, sweet baby! Suck it!"
The man's praise acted like a goad to the blonde's building excitement. Once she was reassured that she was doing the job right, she let herself get bolder. One by one, she tried out the techniques that she had seen May using the previous night. She licked Spike's cockhead with long sweeping strokes. Then she stabbed the little slit in his glans, probing it, taunting it. Her lips closed over his cock-tip, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she coated it with the heated warmth of her loving. As Spike's groans grew more abandoned, so did Lacey's efforts.
With growing hunger, she stabbed the underside of his cock, all the way down to the crinkly hairs at the base. She took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, then both together. She was delighted to find that that move brought an unusually strong vocal response from the moaning man. Lacey became less afraid of the awesomeness of her task, and more absorbed in the fascination of learning how that hard cock worked. It was thrilling to find that it was especially sensitive here, particularly rubbery and resilient there ... "Ooohh, I like it, Spike! I like sucking your cock, baby!"
At once, he took hold of her curly head and forced her mouth back onto his cock. He needn't have bothered. Lacey had no intention of abandoning her lusty task. She was just getting the hang of cock-sucking. She had a lot to learn, and she was ready, willing and eager.
It amused Spike to hear the surprise in her voice as she told him how much she liked licking his cock. In his dazed mood, it took a while for him to suspect that maybe Lacey was new to cock-sucking. The idea excited him. He enjoyed thinking he was getting her cherry in the mouth. He began to stroke his cock deeper and harder up between her lips. "Oh yeah, baby! You're learning fast, honey! That's the way!"
Soon her mouth efforts became like second nature to Lacey, as easy as getting screwed in her hot hungry pussy. While her mouth worked busily over Spike's cock, her pussy lunged back to swallow up the hard shaft of the dog's prick. She was getting incredibly high ... both from the physical stimulus, and from her sexy thought patterns.
It pleased her to imagine how she must look, kneeling on the living room floor, taking the man's cock deep into her throat, the dog's cock up into her greedy pussy. She was being thoroughly depraved, more depraved than she had ever been before. And the raunchy, telling result of it all was that she was getting more pleasure than she ever had before. Again, she had mown down a barrier. Never again would she feel anything but excitement at the thought of making love to a man's cock with her mouth.
The threesome struggled for a long time in their lewd chain. It was Lacey who gave in first to climax. "Aaaaaahhhhh, God-d-d!" She cut short her wails of delight to return her mouth to Spike's cock, to coax the cum right out of him.
The big man could not resist giving the blonde the prize she was obviously so hot for. He filled her mouth with long shooting jets of sperm. It created a last lewd tingle in his balls to watch the eagerness with which she drank up his juices. "Ooohh, baby, you like that cum, don't you? Drink it up, Lacey baby!"
While Lacey discovered the piquant flavor of cum, she felt the dog blowing his load deep into her belly. It pleased her to be taking cum from both ends. She gobbled up Spike's juices hungrily, while her cunt absorbed Pogo's dog-cum. When at last the crises were past, Lacey felt more satisfied then ever before in her life.
It took an effort for Spike to struggle to his feet. It had been hard enough the first time to get up for work after only two hours' sleep and a night of screwing. Now, though, his energies felt more depleted than ever. It was as if Lacey's mouth had sucked from him all the juices he had left to get him through the day. "Uuhh, Christ!" He was on his feet, but he was shaking.
"Mmmm, you big tiger you! You can do it!" Lacey ran her tongue sexily around her lips as she stared up at him. She was sprawled now in a half-sitting position, her nightgown around her waist, cum oozing from her pussy. A drop of Spike's cum was smeared over her chin. "Let me get you something to send you on your way!"
She poured him a vodka spiked with some hot, peppy tomato juice. He drank it down eagerly. "Whoo-ee! That's some medicine! Kill me or cure me, right?" He headed for the back door, with Lacey close on his heels.
"Come on by at lunchtime, and I'll give you something nice to eat." She patted his belly affectionately.
He looked down at her cunt. "I think I better eat lunch at the diner, Lacey. I know, if I came back here, what I'd want to be eating. And like May said once, Man does not live by cunt alone!"
"No? How disillusioning!" She was still laughing as she watched him pull out of the driveway.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lacey set aside for a while her plans for going back east. She realized she had been feeling a little overwhelmed by all the input she was getting. Her session with Pogo and Spike had helped her rally her resources. The blonde realized there was a lot more room inside her for experience than she had thought. Things were so good, with her three lovers surrounding her. Why hurry away? There was lots of time!
What would she do when she got back home anyway? She might be lonely. She might get horny. The idea of doing without sex now horrified her. She had grown greedy, she knew. But she liked it. And she wanted to keep her sex life at this same raunchy level, just as long as she could.
One Sunday afternoon, the four lovers were in the living room, naked, immersed in each other's presence. Lacey was sucking Spike's hard cock while he lay on his back, kissing May. Pogo's stiff red cock was sluicing in and out of the kneeling brunette's hot twat.
The blonde felt entirely satisfied, as the sounds of her lovers' pants and moans mingled in her ears. She wanted nothing more than to just be here, in the present, with no worries about the future or the past.
All were so preoccupied by the urgency of what was happening, none heard the knock at the screen door. It was not Dave Strombe's way to walk into someone's house uninvited. But he had been so excited, when the detective agency told him they had finally located his wife. He refused to believe there was no one home, now that he had come all this way to question May Cooke about the whereabouts of his beloved Lacey. There were two cars in the drive. The kitchen door was open. Maybe if he went just a little ways into the kitchen.
He was only as far as the kitchen table when he heard the exclamation: "God, Spike! I love sucking your cock!"
There was no doubt in the young husband's mind whose voice that was. Only the words seemed beyond belief. He hurried into the hallway and on into the living room. The orgy before him made Dave tremble with rage. All this time, he had been worried sick about his young wife. Now when he found her, what was she doing?
She was sucking a man's cock while the man kissed a woman while the woman screwed a dog! "Jee-zuz Murphy!" he trumpeted. Despite the overdose of perversion, the thing that infuriated Dave most was that his wife had never once even tried to suck his cock!
The lewd foursome broke apart. Even the dog stared up at the intruder, though Pogo looked less anxious about the situation than the humans.
"Dave!" Lacey was totally overwhelmed. She had expected never to see her young husband again. Now that he was standing before her, she felt a whole series of intense emotions. She felt a tenderness for the handsome man that she hadn't known she still possessed. She felt an intense shame than he had discovered her in such depraved circumstances. She felt angry that he had barged in on her new life like this, uninvited. Most of all, she felt afraid. She had never seen Dave look so angry. His fists were clenched. His gaze saw nothing but her. He was incensed.
"You know this guy?" Spike asked. He was feeling very hostile toward the newcomer. The guy had interrupted an incredible blowjob. Spike had been on the verge of cumming.
"Yes ... "
"My God ... Lacey ... don't tell me this is your husband!". May was startled, and pleased. From the stories Lacey had told, May had imagined Dave Strombe as something with horns and cloven feet. Instead here was a handsome young guy who must have been pretty worried about his wife to come all this way. Right now, though, the guy looked far too angry to tangle with.
"Her husband?" Spike was defeated in his anger. Don Juan that he was, the big man still had a lot of respect for the institution of marriage. He knew he had no right to interfere with a confrontation between a man and his wife.
"Yes ... " Lacey was still too shocked and frightened to speak. She took comfort from the presence of May and Spike. They would protect her.
Dave looked matter-of-factly at the two strangers. Would you people mind leaving me alone for a few minutes with my wife? We have some re-acquainting to do."
May hesitated, but Spike grabbed her elbow and led her from the room. Pogo followed them.
"Don't go, you guys! I'm afraid." Even as she spoke, Lacey knew they would not change their minds. She was being abandoned to her husband's wrath. No one could save her now.
When Dave spoke to her, his voice was surprisingly calm. But he was slowly removing his belt. "I've been worried about you, Lacey. I couldn't understand why you'd run away like that."
She scarcely noticed the tears that began to trickle from her eyes. "I saw you with that redhead. I saw her ... sucking ... your ... cock ... "
"Yeah, that's what I thought must have happened. Well, you seem to have gotten even all right. You've picked yourself up a whole zooful of lovers and house pets."
The girl felt a momentary surge of her new self-confidence. "It's none of your business, Dave. You betrayed me! You betrayed our marriage! What I do now is none of your fucking business!"
"Hhmmm, new vocabulary, too. You have changed, Lacey! You're quite a big girl now, aren't you?"
"Yes ... I am!" she spat out. "I'm free! I'm free from you! You hurt me, Dave! You're never going to hurt me again!"
"Oh ... you're wrong about that, Lacey ... His voice was still calm and quiet, even as he turned her over onto hands and knees and brought his belt down hard over her buttocks.
"Owwww! Nooooo! Stopp-p!"
Suddenly the dam of his self-control snapped. "Stop, you bitch? You've got to be kidding! I betrayed you, did I? Shit, all I was trying to do was get my cock sucked--my pure little wife wouldn't do it!" He strapped her again. "And what the hell has Miss Goody-Two-Shoes been doing here? Screwing dogs and women, for all I know! Don't talk to me about how righteous your anger is, baby! I'm too fucking mad to listen, to any of it!"
The tears flowed fast and heavy now. "Oooooohhh! Noooooo! Leave me alone! Stop it!" The belt descended on her wriggling buttocks again and again. The harder she cried, the more emotion flooded in on her. She began to see how everything she had been doing here would look to Dave. She began to understand how far overboard she had gone in getting her licks back at him. She had been hurt, to find him with another woman. How much more must it have hurt him to find her with three lovers?
She felt moved by his obvious concern in coming so far to find her. Her tears slowly turned from tears of misery to a self-pitying expression of guilt. She had been wrong! For one moment's infidelity on Dave's part, she had fortified herself with weeks of orgying! What had happened to her! How had she gotten so far away from the things that were important to her!
She didn't even hear the zipper of her husband's fly come down. She was unprepared for the hard blunt cock that surged unannounced far into her pussy. Her cunt was wet from her earlier excitement. The penetration was quick and easy.
"Aaahhhh!" A desperate smile seized her features. This was it! This was the solution then! Dave was going to forgive her! Why else would he be making love to her, now, in the moment of his anger? "Your cock feels so good in me, darling!"
The man's cock was pulsing with the excitement of the hot clinging walls of his wife's pussy. Despite his anger, he had been intensely aroused by the perverted scene he had discovered. He had hoped one day to turn his wife into a want on sensualist ... there had been so many things she would not do with him. It had never occurred to him she would turn to others for her sexual education. As much as her depraved behavior angered him, it excited him too. He still thought Lacey was the most exciting woman he had ever met. Now it remained for him to pull the reins in on her, to make sure that she kept all her treasures for him!
While his cock moved in and out of her craving pussy, he prodded her sphincter with his fingertip. In her overwrought state, Lacey responded to the obscene stimulation by rutting harder back against him. Both her cunt and her asshole welcomed his lusty prods. "Oooohhh, good, baby! Good, Dave darling! Screw meeee!"
It was hard to get used to the new Lacey and her language. He felt a new surge of anger at the woman, remembering how she had gone out and whored herself to get her experience. How she had sucked a stranger's cock with relish, when her own husband had to go somewhere else for the favor!
While his anger still flared high, he slipped his slickened cock from her pussy and shoved it against the relaxed hole of her anus. Before she had a chance to realize what was happening, his cock slipped right up inside. She was filled to the brim with cock! Lacey had lost her last cherry!
"Aaaaiiieeeee! God, nooooo! You can't do this to meeeee!"
"I'm doing it, baby! Uh, God ... it's tight!" It was hard for the young man to stay angry with his cock throbbing the way it was. He had never experienced such a pleasurable tight fit around his aroused prick. Her asshole fit him like a second skin.
The jolts of excitement charging through him made him want to screw her, to work it all out. He pulled almost all the way out of her rectum, then he drove his cock all the way back inside. In and out, in and out, while his wife continued to beg him to stop. "Shut up, cunt!" he spat out at her. "Enjoy it, baby! If you can give all that energy to those others, I'm sure you can spare a few volts for your husband! Can't you, whore?" With a vicious slam, his cock drove all the way up into her asshole.
Lacey leapt forward, trying to escape her husband's cruel and ruthless punishment. It was no good. She was stuck, trapped as surely as if they had been born Siamese twins. "You're hurting meeee!"
Even as she proclaimed her pain, Lacey realized that what she was experiencing was not so much pain as discomfort and fear. She had never been screwed in the ass. She didn't know what to expect from the experience. She was afraid of being hurt.
It took a while for her to convince herself that she was not being scarred for life. Her husband's cock was working in and out of her asshole, and she was still in one piece. She could feel his big filling cock, throbbing up inside her ass. Like a ton of bricks, the new feelings smothered her.
Perverted as it was, it was a turn-on to be screwed in the ass. Dave was punishing her. But it felt good! She wanted it to feel good! She wanted him to feel good! "Oh yes, darling! Screw my ass!"
Dave could hardly believe his ears or his eyes. While she moaned out her increasing ecstasy, his wife was churning her bare buttocks eagerly back against him. Her asshole was welcoming his stiff cock up inside! "Holy shit, Lacey! You're incredible!" He realized how far the woman he called his wife had changed in the weeks since she left home. She had become the wanton responsive lover he had always dreamed of. Whether he would be able to accept how she had gotten that was a question only time would answer. But he wanted to find out, he wanted very much to find out what life would be like with this sexy, writhing, screaming beauty!
"Uuuuuhhh! Yes, darling, it's so good!" Tears were still streaming from Lacey's eyes, but they were tears of happiness. She hadn't even realized how much she had missed the specialness of being with someone who was really hers! She had forgotten how much she enjoyed her husband's sighs and cries of pleasure. It was good to be home, home away from home ... good to feel her husband's cock plundering her spasming asshole. "David! David!"
From outside the living room door, Spike and May were watching the violent reconciliation between husband and wife. May could feel the juices flowing from her pussy as she watched Lacey learn to enjoy taking a cock in the ass. She had a sudden lewd idea. She fell to her knees and turned to Spike. His cock was protruding from his loins. He was turned on too.
"Screw my ass, Spike! I want it now!"
He lubricated his cock in her juices and split wide the walls of her rectum. It excited the big man to watch the blonde getting screwed in the ass while he sank his own cock into May's asshole. "Shit, I'm turned on to this scene, baby! This is crazy, but it's fucking good!"
May's tongue hung from her mouth as she watched Dave rotate his buttocks to drive his cock deep into his beautiful wife's anus. "Do you think they'll get back together, Spike?" she asked.
"I don't know, baby! But they're going to have a hell of a lot of fun trying!"
