Cassie Martin lay on the chaise longue beside the pool and felt a drop of sweat trickle down between her pert, tight breasts. The sensation was erotic, like the tracing of an exploring finger. It was much more stimulating than it should have been, and she knew exactly why.
Harry hadn't fucked her for two weeks ...at least. In fact, he hadn't done a proper job of it for longer than she cared to remember. Just those quick jabbing sessions that left her more frustrated than before she'd let him climb on top of her, Cassie sighed shakily. She shifted slightly on the chaise and felt the warm sun toast her dainty little body to an even deeper tan. She wondered wryly if that was the way it was with all the girls with deep tans. So bored and frustrated there was nothing to do but lie around baking.
She parted her thighs slightly and felt the material of her bikini panties stick for a moment to her left pussy lip and pull the puffy fold of sweet flesh from the right one, making her cunt hole open moistly inside the panties.
She shivered. She wasn't cold. God, she was sweating. She shivered because of the tingling sensations running through her body. They were becoming terribly strong ...nearly more than she could stand to ignore much longer.
She felt her tight, conical tits swell and harden inside the cups of the white halter. She lifted her knee and settled herself again. She looked at the even, golden tan she was getting. A whisp of her silky hair blew over her shoulder, and she saw that the dark blond was light straw now, because of the sun.
She sighed again. She looked at the sparkling water of the pool. She felt the privacy of the back yard, with the high fence in front of her and the U-shaped house behind her.
A stir of memory generated an impulsive feeling inside her, making her want to strip off her halter and dive into the cool pool. She licked her full lips, tasting the saltiness on them.
Why not? The pool was private enough. Chet and Suzy were off playing somewhere in the neighborhood, wherever kids fourteen and twelve go to play on a hot summer day.
And Harry was out playing golf again. As usual. As always, any more.
So, why not?
She sat up. She reached behind her back for the clasp. Then she remembered who she was now ...what she was supposed to be like. A woman of class and position wasn't supposed to cavort around in her pool half-naked. Especially if her husband just might bring home the boss he was trying to impress.
Cassie gripped the arms of the chaise instead. Her full lips went to a thin line. She lay back hard, shaking another drop of sweat down between her sensitive tits.
She closed her eyes. The sun came through her lids with a red-orange glow that brought back good feelings from her youth.
She remembered the time when she was twelve, just Suzy's age. She'd been down by the pond on the hill-country farm where she'd grown up.
There was a particular spot she liked to go. A huge old live oak spread its moss-draped arms all over and made a private little hideaway, the Spanish moss so thick and long it hung like curtains all around and down toward the pound.
She'd felt strange that day. She's slipped out of her jeans and shirt. She'd taken a dip in the pond in her panties. She'd watched the cheap cotton garment go completely transparent around her tight, pouting little asscheeks and her lightly fuzzed pussy lips.
She remembered cupping the little bumps of her budding tits and feeling extra tingly all over. She'd gotten out of the pond to lie on her back on the bank, her eyes closed against the spot of sun that found its way through the leaves and curtains and branches. It had made the same warm, red-orange glow she saw now.
Then, suddenly, abruptly, the brightness went off as her stepbrother's shadow fell across her. She'd opened her eyes quickly. She'd gasped. She'd seen him standing there with a funny expression on his face and his naked, stiff prick in his hand, and she'd watched with the apprehension of innocence as he'd knelt beside her and loomed over her wet, transparent panties with his throbbing cock . . .
Cassie moaned and opened her eyes, sweating harder, but for a different reason now.
Her pussy twitched inside her bikini panties. She felt a ripple of sensation go all the way along the slippery, warm channel of her cunt and lodge in her belly.
"Ohhhh, God," she moaned softly.'
Even that would feel good right now ...the fright as he ripped off her panties, the pain as he ruptured her sweet cherry, the startling, terror-filled thrust of his hard prick into her virginal cunt, and the warm, explosive burst of his cum into her body. Even the realization that he was her older brother.
By God, he wouldn't let her get to this condition the way Harry had!
She moaned again. Her pussy was aflame. She couldn't stand it any more. She had to do something.
She rushed off the edge of the pool and broke into the sparkling water, feeling it pull at her inflamed tits and tug about the material of her panties like a soft hand trying to strip them from her quivering, hot ass.
She came up gasping. Her legs kicked in the water. She felt her pussy lips rub and slide together, only adding to her torment and frustration.
She pulled herself from the pool, trailing water as she walked toward the sliding glass doors leading to the master bedroom.
She stripped off the wet halter, then rolled the panties over her pouting asscheeks and down her trim thighs. She cupped her damp pussy with her hand and squeezed tightly, moaning again with terrible heat.
"God, I want a prick!" she cried softly, tipping her head back.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her small body was tight and cute for thirty-two. She still looked like a teenager.
She thought that with a sense of smugness. Harry was starting to go soft and flabby. True, he was five years older, but that wasn't the reason. It was that damn job of his-that desk job. If it weren't for the golf games nearly three times a week with his boss, he'd be in even worse shape.
She'd asked Harry how Mr. Brewster could play golf all the time and still be boss. The answer was simple. Thornton Brewster was semi-retired. Felix Wade ran the business.
But Felix needed an assistant to help him, and that was what was causing all the trouble now. Harry was trying for the position, trying to impress hell out of Brewster and Wade so that they would advance him instead of Jess Kingman, who was making just as hard a play for the job as Harry was.
It came down to a thing called corporate image, Harry had said. Thornton Brewster was an old-fashioned man, he'd said. He liked his executives to have social polish as well as a thorough grasp of the business ...the men and their wives, he'd said.
Jess Kingman's wife was as poised and elegant and gracious as if she'd come right out of a high-class finishing school, he'd said.
"Which means I've got to work twice as hard at getting this job," he'd snarled at her, jabbing his finger toward her tit, "because you're nothing but a hillbilly farmer's daugher with fresh cowshit behind your ears! Every time you open your mouth, it's a disaster! You walk into a room like you're ready to shuck corn! Christ, Cassie, the least you could do is learn not to eat a baked potato with your hands! Now, shut up about my golf all the time, because I play better than Jess, and Brewster likes that. It's the only extra I've got going for me!"
Cassie remembered the stinging rebuke of a month ago and squeezed her naked pussy harder, shaking it until she felt some pubes pull painfully out of her twat lips.
"You piece of ass-wipe, Harry!" she shouted at the mirror, her little body trembling.
She looked at herself critically. So what if she was born and raised a hillbilly? She wasn't stupid. She'd been to school. She was still cute. Her blue eyes sparkled instead of having a yellowish cast and red streaks the way his did. And the cowshit behind her ears hadn't ever seemed to bother him before when she'd slipped her hot little pussy down around his hard prick and yipped gustily with orgasm.
He'd liked that when he'd met her and married her. Earthy, wholesome, refreshing ...excitingly natural. That's what he'd called her then. That's what he'd thought of her up until three years ago when he'd started working for Brewster. Now, she was a hillbilly ...a bumpkin with crude language and cowshit behind her ears.
She burst into tears suddenly, hating everything. What good was an expensive house all walled off from the rest of the world? The woods and hills and clean air and birds and wild flowers of her youth were worth a hundred times more.
And what good was a husband who struggled so hard for an image that didn't mean shit that he couldn't fuck her any more? Or even want to?
She flung herself on the king-sized bed and bawled against the expensive spread. She wanted to go back home. She'd never wanted it so much in her whole life. If this was the price to pay for a promotion, then let Jess Kingman have the goddamn job!
She felt the bed shake. She felt the padding beside her as Sam jumped up and walked around and sat, looking at her.
Cassie snuffled and turned her head and looked at him, a weak smile coming to her puckered lips.
"Good old Sam," she said softly. "At least I've still got you."
The setter's tail swished back and forth across the spread. He ducked his head and licked his chops and made a whispering sound in response to her voice. His eyes winked up and down alternately as he cocked his head slightly and perked his floppy ears and watched her.
Cassie put out her hand. Sam immediately lifted his paw for her to shake. She took it solemnly and shook, which made his bushy tail swish back and forth again.
She patted his sleek head and scratched him behind the ears, and he licked a long tongue out around her arm.
Cassie petted the dog absently, remembering the farm, feeling the yearning to return to it grow stronger. Her parents were dead, now. Her two stepbrothers were dead, too. Lew had been killed in a feud he'd gotten himself mixed up in over a girl in the next county. Arlie, the one who had fucked her cherry out of her so long ago, had been killed in Viet Nam.
Her full sister, Willie, two years younger, was married and living out West and wanted nothing to remind her of the farm ever again. So, it had been left to Cassie.
There were tenants working it now. They'd cleaned the place up. They'd done well with it. They'd written a while ago suggesting that Cassie buy up Ira Thackery's place, now that he was dead.
Cassie's mind drifted to the past again. She remembered Thackery's orchards, rows and rows of peaches and apples. She remembered the good, rich bottom land that burst into heavy crops four or five times a year. She knew that with just her pa's farm there was no living to be made ...no better than what he'd made. But with Thackery's place added on, since the property was just across the creek, and with the hard-toiling tenants to work it all, with a little help from her and Harry and the kids, then . ..
Cassie moaned and smacked her lips, remembering the taste and feel of sweet, warm peach juice running down her chin from that first bite, or the tart, crisp crunch of a new apple between even, white teeth ...both made more delectable by the knowledge that old Ira Thackery would come yelling and running through the trees at any moment, waving an oak stick and threatening to beat the hide off them.
"Ohhhh, Sam ...I want to go back!" she wailed plaintively, hugging the sleek red head of the Irish setter to her breasts.
Sam whimpered again, still licking. His long, warm tongue swept over Cassie's tit, plucking the pert little nipple with the tingling roughness.
Cassie gasped. She sucked in air and held it. Sam licked and licked, working over her chest, slurping at her other tit. She looked down at his long tongue and felt her breasts tingle wildly.
Her nipples had come to full erection. They were stiff and red and flaming. She felt her pussy squirm and writhe all along its silken, oiled length.
"Sam ..." she breathed, her face flushing red, her scalp beginning to prickle.
The dog was going after the droplets of water still spangling her golden skin. Maybe some of the salt that was still there, too. For a delicious moment, she didn't care. She just let him lick.
His tongue moved over her chest and tits, slurping under them and lifting them, flicking over her nipples again and again. He licked over her belly and waist and paused to look at her and grin in that dumb way he had before licking again.
Wild feelings flashed through Cassie's starving body. Wild thoughts whipped through her mind with them, and another memory came to her, one that made her cunt lips bloat and spread apart shamelessly to reveal the quivering flesh of her shaking cunt.
She'd been on her way to the barn. She didn't remember why, after this long ...only that she'd been about fourteen at the time.
She'd caught them. All three of them. Her sister, Willie, who was twelve then; her stepbrother, Arlie, who was a homy seventeen; and her first cousin from over the hill, Jenny-Sue.
Jenny-Sue was the same age as Arlie. She was plump and freckled, with big, pointed tits that jiggled all over. She had a big mouth and coarse ways, and her sand-brown hair was always stringy. She liked to shake her tits at the boys, and Cassie had heard that anybody could fuck her big fleshy ass.
Cassie had thought the rumor meant that boys could fuck it. She hadn't expected to see her cousin letting their little Shetland pony fuck it.
But there she was, her pants down around her knees, her yellow panties wadded in with the blue of the jeans, her bare asscheeks spread apart as she knelt under the pony's belly and fed his big, long cock into her pussy.
Her bursting tits dragged in the straw. Her stringy hair clumped about her face and neck. Her head lifted, and her lips pursed, and a long, low moan came from her throat.
Arlie was standing to the side, watching the big prick throb between her parted pussy lips. His cock thrust from his pants, stiff and throbbing. He was sweating slightly.
Willie was watching too. Only she was half sitting on a bale of straw, her legs stretched in front of her body, heels on the floor, and Goober's head nuzzled into her lap. She held the brown mongrel's ears with clenched little fists as she watched and sucked in her breath and licked her lips with total absorption.
Cassie stood in the barn door and stared. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. But she didn't want to disturb any of them, so she slipped behind the big door and watched them through the crack.
"Ahhh, shit ...shit!" Jenny-Sue groaned, pursing her lips again, shaking her ass. "You see that, Arlie? You see it going up my cunt? Ohhhh, I told you I could do it! Shit, I wish your cock was as big as this pony's prick! I'd let you fuck me all day long!"
Arlie nodded and swallowed, speechless for one time in his life. His prick throbbed and pulsed, the head swelling rhythmically. His fist began moving up and down his cock as he watched.
"Lemme in there, Jenny-Sue," he moaned. "Lemme fuck you!"
"Shit now, Arlie," she groaned. "He's just got going! Ahhh, he's got a foot of cock up my cunt, I swear it!"
Cassie watched the pony skitter around, snorting and tossing its head. She could see the impossibly long and thick tube of cock flesh thrusting from under his belly and spearing between Jenny-Sue's white, fleshy buttocks.
The Shetland began to pump his prick. It plunged in and out, the long shaft glistening with pussy juice. Jenny-Sue's whole body went back and forth with the thrusts, making her dangling tits drag through the straw and her nipples turn as dark as plums.
At the same time, she saw Willie lift the hem of her cheap print dress and pull the baggy legband of her cotton panties aside. Her little pussy was just as hairless and puffy as Cassie's had been too years earlier, when Arlie had fucked her cherry out of her.
Goober yelped and licked at her crotch with a long, slithering tongue, and Willie squealed with delight, opening her legs more, holding her panty crotch open.
"C'mon, Jenny-Sue ...lemme fuck you!" Arlie groaned again, his prick looking ready to explode. He turned his head for a moment, his face red, his tongue licking over his lips. He spied Willie, with her skirt up and her legs open and her sweet little pussy being licked and licked by Goober's long tongue.
"By God, I'll fuck Willie," he groaned.
"No-don't," Jenny-Sue gasped. "Let her get her cunt eaten out by Goober. Shit, that mutt's a real pussy-licker, Arlie! He should be, since I taught him how!"
"She's got old enough, now. She's got her little pussy ready for a stiff prick, and I'm gonna give it to her!"
"And have her squallin' around like Cassie did, gettin' you in trouble again? Use your head, Arlie. Let her get a taste for it, and then she'll be beggin' for your dick!"
"I gotta fuck!" he wailed.
"Then stick it up Mavis, Arlie. I seen her makin' eyes at Thackery's bull through the fence yesterday."
"Fuck a cow?" Arlie groaned, jacking his hard, throbbing prick.
"You never fucked her? Shit! I've seen Lew fuck her lots, when I was on the rag."
"Lew, he'd fuck anything," Arlie moaned. "By God, I wish Cassie was down here. I'd like to sink my prick into that tight little pussy of hers again. I'd make her like it this time, you bet."
Cassie, her eye glued to the crack of the barn door, recoiled slightly, ready to jump up and run if she had to. She hadn't forgotten the pain or the shame or the way Pa had beat the living shit out of Arlie-literally, right in his pants.
But Arlie wasn't coming for her. He'd gotten up, and he was going for the stall where their milk cow was. He groaned and puffed and opened the gate and led her out, backing her up to the straw pile and knotting her lead around an upright post that was part of the framing for the loft.
"Tickle her pussy, Arlie ...stick your fingers in her big twat and get her hot, and then shove your cock into her and let it blow!" Jenny-Sue directed, moaning again and still weaving her ass, taking the big prick with more and more ease into her cunt. It was making wet, sucking noises now as it plowed into her pussy.
Arlie climbed up on a bale behind Mavis. The cow turned her head and regarded him with a placid expression and mooed softly. Arlie began running his fingers over her fleshy cunt. She hunched her back and flicked her tail, but he kept at it, his prick throbbing constantly.
Presently, Mavis lifted her tail out of the way and started backing into him.
"Now, Arlie ...now!" Jenny-Sue cried. "Ohhhh, God ...I can see your hot cock right there! Push ...slide it in! Ohhhh, yes, like that! Fuck her, Arlie! Fuck her!"
Arlie pressed forward, standing on his tiptoes. His cock sank into the warm, wet cavern of Mavis' big pussy. He hunched himself around her bony rump and stretched along her back, his buttocks pumping back and forth.
"Ahhhh, shit!" he grinned finally. "This is good fuckin', Jenny-Sue! Why'n hell din't you tell me about this before!"
"You want some fuckin', Arlie, you gotta use your imagination," she moaned, her hips now arching up and down as she rocked her pussy along the monstrous shaft.
"Eeee, Goober's making my pussy tingle all over, Jenny!" Willie cried suddenly, lifting her head for the first time. She'd been so absorbed with her own pleasures and the way the dog's tongue slithered and licked all over her pussy she hadn't been watching.
She stared at her stepbrother, watching his cock plunge in and out of Mavis' big cunt. Then she looked at Jenny-Sue and the way the pony's prick was being massaged up and down by the bloated cunt lips and the big, muscular pussy.
She grinned in an innocent little-girl way and suddenly shivered all over. "Ohhhh, I feel funny!" she cried.
"You're coming, Willie!" Jenny-Sue moaned. "Ohhh, come hard! I'm going to come too! Ohhh, this prick! It's going to flood my pussy, Arlie! It's going to splash hot sperm all over this fuckin' barn! Watch, Arlie ...here I go! He's gonna come, too ...I can feel his prickhead reaching for my goddamn belly! YAAAAGH!" she bellowed suddenly, her head jerking up.
The Shetland squalled and tossed its head and shook its flanks. The long tube stretching between his belly and the depths of Jenny-Sue's hot cunt shivered and throbbed.
The flabby asscheeks shuddered and shook, and then sperm came spurting backward from between her parted thighs as the pony blasted into her pussy.
"Ahhh, shit! Shit!" Arlie cried. "Lookit him come! God, it's like a fire hose! Ahhh, God ...me too! Me too! Ahhhhgh!"
He slammed his hips up against Mavis' ass and let his prick explode into her silky cavern. The cow stretched her neck and let out a moo and shivered all over.
"Eeee, he's doing it again, Jenny-Sue!" Willie cried. "Making me feel funny all over! Ohhh, I love fucking, Jenny-Sue! I'm sure glad you and Arlie brought me in here with you this time and showed me what fucking was all about!"
Cassie watched her little sister jitter around on her butt on the bale of straw, lifting her skirt high, opening her bald pussy wide, letting Goober's talented, practiced tongue lick the juices right out of her virginal hole.
She saw the way Jenny-Sue gingerly slid her drenched pussy from around the Shetland's dripping cock and the way white fluid flowed in clotted dollops from her stretched, red cunt hole onto the straw beneath her.
She saw the hooded look of her eyes, the red flush to her face, the dark stiffness of her naked tit ends. She also saw the way she was looking at Arlie now, giving him a kind of smug grin over what innocent, stupid little Willie had just said.
She also saw Arlie return the look as he slipped his dripping prick from Mavis' bovine cunt.
"Well, Willie," he said slowly, sliding his hand along his slick prick, "we ain't really showed you what it was like yet."
"You ain't?" she asked innocently.
"Naw, Willie. You just got your pussy licked a little. It felt good, didn't it? You came, didn't you?
Well, that's nothing compared with what a prick feels like fucking into it."
Willie's eyes veered to the Shetland. "It's awful big, Arlie," she said.
"Sure, dummy. A horse's cock's too big for your little pussy until you've got it stretched open with lots of fucking, like Jenny-Sue's is. You gotta do it gradual like, like getting into the pond when the water's cold. Now, my prick's just the right size for you now, Willie," he said, approaching her, holding his shaft in front of him, keeping it good and stiff with his slow jacking.
Willie looked at the shaft. She glanced down at her bald pussy, all pink now from the way Goober had been licking it. She pointed her finger to the dog's belly as he sat and panted and looked at her. "Goober's prick is even smaller, Arlie," she said. "Shouldn't I put it in my pussy first?"
Arlie got a mean look. "I'm gonna cherry that tight pussy, damn it, not no damn dog!"
"Arlie!" Jenny-Sue bellowed warningly at him. "You're askin' for trouble again, Arlie." She smiled at Willie and came over, walking a little bow-legged, her pussy still dripping sperm between her feet. "Sure, you can let Goober fuck you first, honey," she said. "Goober's got a nice prick, and he just loves to fuck." She patted the dog's head affectionately. "I've let Goober fuck me hundreds of times. Why, I don't know what I would have done when I was your age, if it hadn't been for good old Goober."
She lifted Willie off the bale and turned her around. "Here, honey, you just lie over his bale, and we'll pull your panties down like this, and ...ohhh, what a pretty little pussy! Not even any fuzz on it yet. And look at that pink little asshole. Oh, Willie ...you're going to be a real fucker, just like me."
Cassie held her breath. She saw her sister's bare ass thrusting outward. She saw the interplay of expressions between Arlie and Jenny-Sue, and then she watched her as her cousin snapped her fingers and urged the mongrel to mount Willie's tight little ass.
She saw the red shaft, the pointed end of his prick, thrusting from his sheath. She watched with a kind of horror and lust combined as Jenny-Sue guided Goober and reached under his furry belly to hold his prick and aim it.
She saw Arlie jack his prick off faster and faster. She saw the look of shock flash over Willie's young face as the pointed, sharp prickhead lanced between her puffy cuntlips and shot into her virginal cunt.
"Ahhh, he hurts!" Willie cried.
Jenny-Sue held her down. Goober licked his chops and tossed his muzzle and humped fast and hard, growls coming from his throat.
"It'll quit hurting in a second, honey," Jenny-Sue said. "It's just the first time it hurts, Willie, and then it's nothing but good, good, good! Ohhhh, Arlie ...fuck me too! Fuck that hard prick into me and make me come again! Ohhh, Willie, we'll lie here side by side and both get fucked!"
Willis's expression changed. She was liking the thrust and lance of Goober's pointed prick. She liked having her older cousin right beside her, too.
Arlie groaned and fell to his knees behind Jenny-Sue and fed his cock into her drenched cunt.
"Ohhhh, God-not there, Arlie! Up my asshole!" she gasped.
"Oh, shit!" Arlie whimpered. He pulled his prick out and touched her puckered anus with the head. He pressed forward. His prick slid up her butt easily.
"Ahhh, God!" Jenny-Sue cried. "Willie-suck my tit too!" She held one of her big, pointed tits toward Willie's mouth. The girl turned her head and sucked the nipple between her lips, whimpering and moaning as the mongrel fucked her.
"Does it feel good to be fucked up your ass too?" she asked quaveringly.
"God, yes!" Jenny-Sue nearly bellowed.
"Fuck ...it's tight! Tight!" Arlie cried, pressing up against the fleshy buttocks, sinking his shaft into his cousin's ass all the way to his balls.
Goober began to whimper and groan. His rump hunched and rocked. He fucked the tight, virginal pussy hard, his prick swollen and knotted inside the oiled depths.
"Eeee, he's doing something in my pussy! He's pissing in my pussy! I can feel it getting all wet and warm, Jenny-Sue!"
"Goober's coming, honey! He likes your tight twat! Ohhh, he's gonna like your sweet little asshole, too!"
"Just like me!" Arlie groaned. "Ohhhh, shit-I can't hold it! Here it comes!"
"Yeah, you fucker! Fill my ass! Ahhhgh!"
"Eeeee, I feel-funny all over again! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohhhh, Goober!"
Chapter Two
"Ohhhh, Sam ... Sam ... "
Cassie tossed her hips on the bed. The memory faded from her mind, but the effects of it left her body aflame. Sam's licking tongue was on her thighs, now, and his paw was over her belly, as if holding her down while he lapped at her wet skin.
She felt the red silk of his hair against her stomach. She remembered vividly the lapping tongue and the thrusting prick that had whipped her little sister's body into such a frenzy that day.
That day . . . the day in her life she'd known for certain she had to get away from the farm. To get away from Arlie and Lew and Jenny-Sue and all the rest of them, before she ended up just like her cousin ...or like dumb, placid Mavis, no more than a cow to be fucked.
Because of her good grades, she'd been able to get away. With enough grant and scholarship money, she'd been able to board most of the year at a girl's school over in Jefferson County, and then she'd been able to go on to college.
Maybe it was because of the way Arlie had fucked her that first time at the pond ...hurting her, shocking her, shaming her ...or the violent reaction of her father and the hand-wringing of her mother. Or maybe it was because of what she'd watched them do to her sister, she wasn't sure.
But Cassie hadn't let another boy come near her until her second year at college. She'd simply put sex out of her mind, recoiling at the thought that she might have it in her to become another Jenny-Sue.
The boy had been Harry Martin ...the same Harry she was married to now. The one who was accusing her of being no better than Jenny-Sue every time she walked or ate or opened her mouth to speak.
Well, maybe the hills and backwaters of her youth were in her still. Maybe you were born with it in you. Maybe, if you learned it as a child, you never quite got rid of it.
Or maybe, when you got horny enough because your husband played golf instead of fucking you, you just didn't give a damn any more, because it was stuck in the back of your mind until the day came when you knew you had to try it for yourself. Just once . ..
"Ohhhh, Sam..." she moaned again, twisting on the bed, writhing with frustration and heat as the dog licked and caressed.
She felt her thighs spread wider, felt her pelvis lift and her soft, inner thighs turn upward slightly. She felt her pussy lips fill with unbearable heat and need and puff apart to reveal the redness of her watering, welling pussy hole.
"Ohhh, God-do it, Sam! Do it! Lick my cunt the way Goober licked Willie's!"
The cry tore from her lips. She tossed her head, biting down on the back of her hand until a salty taste came.
She couldn't believe she had uttered those words. She couldn't believe that she was as good as back on the farm again, her pussy twitching and wet, her mind spinning with the questions of how Jenny-Sue had trained Goober to lick her cunt and fuck it.
Yet, that was just what she was doing right now ...wondering how, wondering if she dared, wondering what it would feel like to have Sam's long tongue slithering and massaging and licking.. .
God, wouldn't it be a scream if Harry brought old man Brewster home with him and they caught her being true to type! Her hair stringy from the pool, her naked ass upturned and opened, and a dog fucking his pointed red prick into her pussy!
God, it would serve Harry right for the way he'd talked to her, for the way he was treating her now! Call her a hillbilly, would he? Then, by God, she might as well be one!
"If you want some fucking, then you've got to use your imagination," Jenny-Sue had moaned.
The words rang in Cassie's head. She gasped and lifted up, looking down between her swollen, stiff-nippled tits, down her flat tummy to the sleek, red head and floppy ears at her thighs.
She reached out with her hand. Her finger trembled. Her pelvis rocked up and down as she slid her buttocks over the spread slightly and positioned herself.
"S-Sam? ..." she whispered quaveringly.
The setter lifted his head and licked his chops and grinned, making a whining sound at her voice. His bushy tail swished over the spread again, and his paw curled around her waist in an appallingly human fashion, as if slipping his arm around her.
"Sam .. . here!" she gasped, extending her finger, pointing at her open pussy. "Lick here, Sam ... lick .. . ohhhh, God, I can't believe this!"
Sam ducked his head and winked at her and whimpered again, as if trying to understand what his mistress wanted. He bellied on the bed and lifted his paw higher on her stomach.
Cassie moaned again and put both hands at her crotch. She used the tips of her fingers to hold her bloated, jittering pussy lips wide apart. She aimed her leaking, pulsing cunt hole straight at him.
"Lick my pussy, Sam!" she gasped softly, feeling her head spin and her heart pound furiously.
Sam cocked his head and perked his ears. His eyes shifted from her face to her pussy and back again. She urged him once more, lifting her knees high, positioning herself so that her legs were on either side of the dog's body and his head was just inches from her split pussy.
"Here, Sam-lick it! Smell it and lick it!"
Her muscular hole sucked and squeezed. It made a slippery, wet sound. Sam looked at it intently, watching the muscular ring of her vaginal mouth move, perhaps getting a whiff of her sexual heat at the same time.
He dipped his head forward and butted his wet nose right against her pussy hole, then lapped upward with a long, flat, rippling tongue that nearly shattered her senses.
"Ahhh, my God!" she cried breathily, ending with a little squeal.
Sam swished his tail back and forth. He panted. He grinned. He looked delighted, slurping his chops several times. This was a new game with his mistress, a different game. There was something exciting about it. He shook his head so that his long ears flopped, and he expressed his excitement with one deafening bark.
"Oh, God! Do it again, Sam! Lick my pussy again!" Cassie cried, continuing to hold her flaming pussy lips apart with the tips of her fingers.
Sam got to his feet. He stood between her parted thighs, his ears still cocked. Then he nuzzled into her pussy again, licking and licking as if he would never stop.
"Eeee, God!" Cassie cried, falling to her back, arching her spine.
Her tits thrust into the air, hard and swollen. Her pelvis lifted up against Sam's long, wet tongue, and she kept her cunt lips parted.
His tongue slurped over her fingers, around her pussy lips, up the sensitive flesh of her silken inner thighs. It lapped up her wet, quaking cleft, plucking at the muscular ring around her pussy mouth and making it vibrate wildly.
His tongue slithered up her gap to her clit, plucking the little nub from under its tented fold and making her gasp and shiver with the unbelievable sensation of it.
She lifted her head once, looking down between her thrusting, hard tits. She saw her golden mound lifted high, the fur curling wildly upward in an erotic snarl.
She saw his sleek head dipping and moving between her lifted knees, and she saw the object of her delight, the red, watering tongue that was licking her pussy clean.
She was just going to tell him what to do next, when he did it on his own, as if reading her mind, as if Jenny-Sue had somehow gotten to him and trained him already.
His head twisted. His muzzle speared between her shaking thighs. There was a kind of snorting sound, and then his long tongue rimmed her cunt hole and slithered up her vagina.
"Yeeeee-God!" Cassie cried, arching and shuddering, her eyes popping open, her lungs gasping for air.
It was indescribable! Harry had never eaten her pussy out like this!
She released her pussy lips and clutched his head and held his muzzle against her shaking cunt and opened her body wide to him. His tongue shot up her pussy hole to incredible depths, making her think of an anteater.
It scraped and lapped at her pussy walls, cleaning the sweet honey from them as fast as it formed. And she knew it was gushing forth from her super-heated cunt.
She writhed and twisted, arching her hips, beating her buttocks on the bed as she slipped her pussy up and down his moving tongue and helped him fuck her.
She looked down one more time, moaning and squealing, hanging onto his head as if to keep from flying away. His hind feet worked up and down on the bed as he sought more purchase to snuffle into her watering pussy and drill deeper for the tasty honey he'd found.
That was when she saw it.
Just like Goober's ...only bigger and redder and longer. It thrust from the rust-red sheath under his belly. The point was sharp, the shaft slick and shiny and astonishingly thick!
"Ohhhhh, God!" Cassie moaned, feeling her mind being sucked deeper and deeper into the pit of her desires.
Her pussy mouth sucked and clamped around the long tongue. Her hips lifted high. She felt the tingles start deep inside her belly. They swelled and grew and spread all through her, until the.tips of her tits tingled.
She felt waves begin rocking through her dainty little body ...huge ones that tossed her back and forth helplessly. She sucked in air and then let it all out in a squealing, shaking rush, and she came as hard as she could ever remember coming.
"Yaaaagh!" she cried, pulling at Sam's ears, forcing him to keep on and on and never stop.
Her pussy mouth crushed around his tongue in a slippery, silken vise, pulsing and sucking inward. Juice poured from her pussy flesh, and Sam gobbled and licked as it came, keeping at it until she couldn't stand it any more.
"Ohhhh, stop ...stop! Sam, stop!" she cried, now pushing at his head.
She had to push hard. He didn't want to quit. As soon as she could, she crossed her legs. Sam barked, dancing all around, his ears flopping wildly.
He pawed at her thighs and nuzzled her crotch and licked all over her mound and belly and groin, bathing her with his eager tongue.
"Ohhhh, you sweet boy ...stop," Cassie moaned, sitting up finally, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him.
He tossed his head, giving her a slobbery lick on her face, and she laughed with a sense of joy and sexual relief. Her body hummed. Her pussy was still aflame. Her tits burrowed into his soft, silky hair, gold and pink and white against the deep russet.
She kissed him on his head. "Thank you, Sam," she whispered. "That was the best cunt-licking I ever had. I wish ... I wonder if... ohhhh, God, God . .."
She sucked in her breath. She couldn't believe how hot she still was, how daring she felt, how inventive. For the first time in her life, she thought she understood Jenny-Sue, and she did not think badly of her cousin.
"Ohhhh, baby ...do you want to lick some more? Did you like licking Mommy's wet pussy?"
Sam tossed his head and barked again, beginning to jump around with more excitement now than before. His tail whumped against the bed, and he couldn't sit still.
When he stood, she saw it again ...his stiff, thrusting prick!
She stared at it and felt the choking sensation in her chest of a moment before. The memory of her little sister swam before her eyes, and she could hardly swallow.
The red cock pulsed and swelled. It darted back and forth from the hairy sheath, the tip leaking, the shaft slick and full. She saw his black balls dangling, moving up and down.
"Oh, Sam ...lick!" she cried, moving quickly before she lost her nerve, knowing she had to have another hard orgasm. At least one more.
She twisted around on the bed, onto her elbows and her knees. She spread her legs to either side of him and thrust her round, tight ass right at him.
"Lick my pussy, Sam!" she cried. "Lick my ass! Lick me all over, you sweet dog!"
Her tits thrust toward the bed from her chest. Her spine arched deeply. She lifted her hips and ass backward and swayed her butt before him. She reached under her body and swirled her fingers through the wet meat of her pussy, drawing his attention to her open cunt again.
Sam barked and danced. He dove between her cheeks, his tongue already out and slurping. He licked over her fleshy cunt lips and drew the flat, broad length of his tongue upward.
"Ahhhh, my God!" Cassie squealed, her head lifting, her lips pursing with a moan.
Fire blazed through her little body. The wet tongue slithered over her cunt mouth and lapped around the curve of her crotch and sparked right over her asshole!
Her thighs went wide immediately. She put one hand behind herself and pulled one cheek aside, opening her asshole to him completely.
"Do that again, Sam!" she cried. "Lick my asshole!"
He did. He seemed to like the new flavor coming from the puckered little mouth. He lapped and slurped at it, going around and around. He slobbered all up and down her deep, shadowy cleft. He licked the sweet flesh of her asscheeks again and again, dipping down for another taste of her pussy, and then coming back.
Cassie's scalp nearly lifted. She prickled all over. She gasped and shuddered. She'd never felt so wild and uninhibited in all her life.
Her pussy lips fluttered and drooled, and her clit stretched from her cleft and throbbed wildly. Her asshole was a pulsing ring of quivering, wet muscle, sucking and sucking at his tongue, trying to capture it, trying to draw it up inside her body.
He drilled and rimmed at her asshole, but he couldn't get his tongue into her. He pawed her butt cheeks with frustration, dancing around on his hind feet. _
Then something seemed to happen to him, as if he'd caught on to what kind of game this was supposed to be.
Cassie's face was against the spread. She was moaning and weak, waving her ass around, opening herself to the wonderful licking tongue, her fingers clutching the spread.
She hadn't anticipated Sam's next move. Or, maybe she had ...secretly, of course ...or she would have lain on her back again instead of getting to her hands and knees.
But, almost before she knew what had happened, she felt both Sam's forepaws grab around her waist and pull, just like hands on her hips.
His claws scratched her skin erotically. His hairy chest came up over her round buttocks, and then she felt the shorter hairs of his belly against them, warm and furry.
She felt the jiggling, back-and-forth shaking of the bed. She heard the muffled growl from the back of his throat and felt a drop of hot saliva spatter into the hollow of her spine.
She looked under her body quickly, seeing the downward thrust of her ready, hard tits, the spread of her legs, and the dangling black balls jiggling between his dancing hind legs and pumping rump.
At the instant she saw his hard, pointed prick, she felt the hot, blazing tip of it stab into her buttock and hammer back and forth with the pumping of his hips.
"Ahhh, Sam-no! Don't fuck me!" she cried.
And then it was too late.
She felt the pointed prickhead spear between her slippery pussy lips and sink into her gushing cunt channel.
"Ahhh, God! You're fucking me! Sam, you're fucking me!" she cried throatily, her mind spinning, her senses totally ablaze.
Sam growled again. His paws clutched and pulled, taking a firm grip on her waist, one that she couldn't easily free herself from.
She felt his hairy belly climb higher and higher over her ass as he pressed forward and sank his prick into the silken depths of her drenched cunt.
"Oh, my God!" Cassie squealed tightly.
It went in and in. She'd had no idea a dog's cock was so long! Or so thick! It filled her pussy. It seemed to swell even more when it was inside her, the knot bloating and pressing against her pussy walls as if threatening to make his cock become stuck inside her drilled, shamelessly watering cunt.
Sam growled softly. He tossed his muzzle and licked his chops, flinging saliva on her back. His forepaws gripped her tightly. His tail went in circles as he humped and fucked.
His balls swung back and forth under his furry sheath, and she felt the short hairs of the prick pocket jab into the tender, sensitive meat of her pussy lips as he tried to fuck the sheath into her cunt as well.
"Ahhhhgh!" she cried, tossing her head back and forth, her hair swinging about her face, her tits jiggling and jutting from her chest. "God, it's wild-wild!"
She couldn't believe how stimulated her whole bottom was. Her asshole pulsed around the fur rippling sensitively over it. Her butt cheeks grew warm and slightly sweaty under the hairy coat. Her pussy lips sucked and fluttered around the broad sheath, coating the hair there with her cunt honey.
But most of all, she felt the spearing, lancing point of his thick-shafted prick jabbing and pulsing far up her pussy, the knot at the end like a bulbous hammer that beat her vaginal tissues to a shuddering frenzy.
"Ahhh, Sam! I'm coming!" she cried.
She hunched and switched. Her spine arched and bowed. Her breath rushed in and out of her lungs. She felt her pussy clenching and spasming around his driving prick, and then great waves of orgasm crushed down around her and made her squeal with a mindless sound.
Almost at the same time, she felt the pulsing and bucking of his prick inside her body. She felt the knot throb. She felt the spurting, bubbling rush of his hot, scalding sperm shoot into her cunt and bathe her vaginal tunnel.
She thought of the horse. She imagined the hosing blast of sperm that blew from Jenny-Sue's cunt and gushed all over the straw, and her mind seemed to spin away from her for a moment and leave her gasping and shuddering ...frozen there on the bed on her hands and knees, while Sam humped against her little butt and fucked his load of dog sperm into her thirsty body.
She had done it, now. She had reverted. She was the hillbilly wench Harry had charged her with being.
She hoped Harry would be satisfied now.
She was.
Chapter Three
"Boy, I sure wish we were spending the summer on Grampa's farm," Chet said, jamming his hands into his pockets. He kicked a leaf from the sidewalk ...one that hadn't been swept up from the manicured yard yet, having fallen from the unruly tree.
"Me too," Suzy agreed, imitating her brother's slouching, despondent walk. "Do you think we'll get to go again, Chet? Just for a little visit, anyway?"
He tossed his brown hair out of his eyes and looked at his little sister, seeing the way -her hair shone yellow in the sunlight.
"Dad says probably not," he groused. "Shit. This is a crummy place to live."
"Don't say that, Chet," Suzy reprimanded. "You know what Daddy says about language. If he heard you say that, he wouldn't let us go back for sure."
"Shit, shit, shit!" Chet mouthed, kicking at the sidewalk again, even though there was nothing there this time. "There's nothing to do here! We can't even have Sam with us, because of a dumb leash law. Some old biddy's, afraid he's gonna poop in her yard, or something. Down on the farm, he can take a crap anywhere he wants."
"Yeah, and so can you," Suzy giggled. "Remember? Under the hickory tree?"
He looked at her. "That gave you a buzz, huh?" he grinned. "I can show you more than just taking a shit this year. "
"What do you mean, Chet?" she asked, wrinkling her brow.
"If we get to go, I'll show you. That's a promise." He slid his hand over inside his pocket to cup his suddenly heating prick. He could show her anyway-one night when his parents went out to a show or something. He'd show little Suzy how his cock bubbled sperm out the tip when he jacked off. Shit, maybe he could even fuck her, if he played his cards right.
"Remember how we played in the barn that time, swinging on the rope and landing in the straw?"
"Yeah, and that neat place by the pond Mom showed us," he said, becoming more animated along with her. "Damn, I wish we could live there all the time and move away from this crummy suburb. There aren't even any kids around."
"There's Matthew," Suzy said. "Hey, why don't we go see what he's doing?"
"Naw. He had to go to his uncle's anyway. Besides, he's getting to be a real jerk, now that he's got his license. Thinks he's a big man."
"We can go swimming at home, Chet," Suzy offered.
Chet groaned. "Again? Shit, that's all we ever do any more. I wish Dad would hurry up and get that dumb promotion and then take us to the farm before the summer's gone and we're back in school." He spat to the side and got a dark look. "If he makes me play golf one more time, I'm gonna shove that putter up his ass and give it a twist, I swear I am."
"Chet!"
He gave her a shove into the street, hurrying her along to the other side. Suzy started to protest, until she saw the humped figure of Mr. Gortman scowling at their approach, warning them and all kids away from his picture-perfect yard.
"I guess we might as well go home and go swimming," Chet said darkly. "No woods to play in, no pond for fishing, no horse to ride ...nothing! You can't even walk around in this crummy place without some asshole growling at you!"
They walked in silence, finally turning into their yard, both of them looking at the picture window, expecting to see Sam with his nose pressed to the glass and his tail going so hard his whole butt swept from side to side.
"I wonder where Sam is?" Suzy said. "He always knows when we're coming home."
"Maybe he's in the back yard with Mom. Let's go around the side and sneak up on him, huh?" It wasn't much excitement, he knew. But it was better than nothing.
The kids opened the gate at the side of the house and closed it quietly. They crept around to the back of the house. The pool came into view, still and blue, without a ripple. They stretched their necks around the comer of the house, looking at the lanai. They saw the empty chaise. They came out a little farther, and then they saw Sam.
"Holy shit!" Chet whispered with a strangled sound.
"Tee-hee," Suzy giggled, her cute little face crinkling up. "Sam and Mommy are playing piggy-back."
She started to scamper across the lanai toward the bedroom, which was visible to them through the glass doors. Chet grabbed her quickly, wrapping his arms about her flat chest and pulling her tightly back against him.
He gasped in her ear. His hands were over the tiny buds just starting to sprout from her chest. He was suddenly very conscious of the way his middle pressed up against her tight young ass inside the short shorts she was wearing.
His prick began to stiffen rapidly. He pressed harder, feeling the line of it sink into the soft little crack of her ass. And he stared over the top of his little sister's head and watched Sam hump and pound against his mother's naked, upturned ass.
"Come on ...come on!" Chet whispered, dragging Suzy backward around the corner of the house again.
"What's the matter, Chet?" she asked with puzzlement.
"We can see better from the kitchen," he whispered.
He steered her in through the side door, through the garage, and through the kitchen. There, they could hunker up to the pass-through counter and look straight across the lanai and see the whole bed and the whole fucking scene in every detail, with just their heads up over the top of the counter.
Chet positioned Suzy in front of him again, and he pressed freely up against her tight little ass, letting his prick grow to full, hard erection inside his pants.
After watching a moment, Suzy gasped suddenly. Her butt cheeks clenched around his thrusting rod. She turned her head, her eyes wide with shock.
"They're doing it, Chet!" she gasped. "Sam's doing it to Mommy!" She stared again. "Look .. there's this thing! Ooooo, it's all wet and red and sticking out hard!"
Chet looked down at the top of her head, then down farther at the round, packed swell of her little ass. He felt his heart pound and his prick throb mercilessly.
"So's mine, Suzy," he choked.
He unzipped his fly, unbuckled his pants, and let them fall. This seemed a perfect time to show her what he'd talked about showing her.
She whipped her head around and looked down. His prick strained upward, red at the velvety tip and throbbing wildly. Her mouth fell open. She jerked her head up and looked at him.
"Chet!" she gasped.
He grinned shakily, thrusting his middle toward her with pride. "This was what I was going to show you, Suzy ...this and something else. Here, slip your pants down," he choked, reaching for her waist.
"Chet!" she cried quietly.
"I can't show you the rest if you don't get your little butt naked," he said.
"Mommy'll kill us, Chet!"
"Dummy, she's too busy in there with Sam to pay any attention to us. I thought you couldn't wait to see what I was going to show you!"
"What if Daddy comes home?" she cried, her eyes flaring open. "You know what he said that time about playing dirty,"
"Shit, that was years ago. And anyway, Mom's in there playing dirty with Sam, isn't she? You think he's gonna care about us if he walked in and saw that? Besides, you know he's out all day playing golf. Come on, Suzy ...you'll love it!"
"W-What are you going to do, Chet?"
"Just what Sam's doing to Mom. Shit, listen to her moan! She loves it, Suzy ...and you will too!"
He handled her firmly, undoing the snap and the short zipper and pushing down. The shorts and her panties slipped over her young hips, and he stared at her bald, puffy-lipped twat, his prick jerking and bucking wildly again.
"Ohhhh, man ...what a nice pussy!" he whispered breathily.
"Chet, I'm scared," Suzy whimpered, standing there with no shorts, trembling slightly.
"Just turn around and watch Mom getting fucked, and pretty soon you'll really want to do it too, I promise."
He turned her around. He pressed up against her naked butt. His shaft fitted tightly between her round, firm cheeks. It throbbed, and the sensation of warm ass all around his flaming shaft made him groan shakily.
"Ohhhh, that feels funny," Suzy gasped.
"You like it?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Tip your butt up a little more."
"Like this? Ohhh, don't put it up my bum! That'll hurt!"
His prickhead swept over her tight little asshole, and the puckered mouth pulsed and kissed the velvety tip with reflexive spasms.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't." He pressed down on his rigid shaft, making it pop under her hairless crotch. Her puffy pussy lips wrapped around it and held it snugly.
"Ahhh, God, that feels good!" he gasped.
"Uh-huh," she moaned, spreading her legs a little more, her eyes avidly taking in the sight before her. She watched Sam's hard, red cock slide and slip in and out of her mother's pussy, and she shivered tightly. "Is that what you're going to do to me, Chet?"
"Yeah," he breathed shakily. "I'm gonna fuck you!"
"Is that what it's called? Ohhhh, look at him press his belly up against Mommy's butt! They're both shaking! Mommy's tits look extra big, don't they? Listen! Listen ..."
Cassie's sharp cry of orgasm filtered through the house on quivering wings. "Ahhhh, fuck me ...fuck me again! I love it! God, I don't care any more ...I love it!"
"There!" Chet whispered. "Did you hear that? She loves it! You will too, Suzy!"
His prick was going wild. It was bucking and throbbing nearly beyond control. The heat of her fresh, virginal little pussy was nearly too much for him.
He bent his knees and angled upward, his hands on her hips and tight ass, trying to rotate her pussy to line up with his cock. The swollen head nosed through her delicate little folds and sent sensation blazing through both their bodies.
"Ohhhh, Chet-that feels good!" she cried softly.
"Wow!" he blurted. "I've never felt anything as soft and silky in my life! Ohhhh, Suzy ...spread your legs some more and let me fuck my cock into your pussy!"
She did, bracing her slim, firm legs into a wide vee. She tipped her ass up higher. Her breathing became shallow and quick. She felt her little nipples go all tingly, and she wished he'd put his hands over them again.
Suddenly, he was there. His velvety prickhead nosed between her slippery pussy lips and caught at the muscular mouth of her virginal hole.
Her twat pulsed and jittered, massaging his glans with almost unbearable sensation. He pushed. His prickhead stretched her virginal tissues. It went into the silky opening and then stopped.
Her buttocks clenched and spasmed, and she tried to rock away from his cock. But he slipped his arm around her belly and clamped his hand over her hairless little twat, stopping her from moving. He put his other hand over her mouth.
"That's your cherry, Sis," he whispered huskily. "Once I pop it, it'll never hurt again. Look at Mom. Does it sound like she's being hurt when Sam fucks his prick into her pussy? Hell, no, Sis ...it feels good!"
"Ohhhh, Chet-do that with your finger again!" she gasped suddenly, a strong shiver passing through her little body.
"Huh? Do what?"
"I don't know ...whatever it was you touched just then! Ohhh, it tickled so good! No-up higher, Chet. Up . . . eeeee, there! Right there!"
"There? That little bump at the top of your slit? That feels good?"
"Oh! Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" she cried, squirming and shaking her little ass all around.
Chet wasn't sure what he had hold of. He'd thought he knew all about a girl's pussy, but Matthew hadn't said anything about a little bump that drove them wild. The dumb jerk.
Chet rolled his finger over Suzy's clit again and again. He got hotter and hotter, knowing that he was getting her hot. He could feel her virginal pussy mouth sucking and nipping at his prickhead as she squealed against his hand and shook all over. He could feel the slippery pussy honey draining from her fresh twat.
The stuff made his cockhead slide silkily between her puffy cunt lips and nose farther into her pussy ...not farther, but more easily. Easily enough that he could give a quick jab and .. .
Chet licked his lips. He clamped his hand over her mouth more tightly and braced himself. Then he gave a rocking thrust with his hips and jabbed his rampant cock all the way through her cherry and into the back of her cunt.
"Nnnnngh!" Suzy squealed against his hand.
Her eyes popped open. Her butt seemed to freeze in place, not swaying or shaking any more, the cheeks open, her legs parted. Her clit seemed to thrust far out from her cleft and vibrate against the tip of his rolling finger.
Pain blazed through her body and became a dull throbbing, and then her whole pussy tunnel spasmed and fluttered around the thick plug of her brother's hard prick.
At the same moment, she could see her mother's head lift and her lips purse. A moan floated through the house. Sam's red, hairy butt shuddered again as he pressed his middle against her ass and shot hot sperm into her mother's shivering cunt one more time.
Chet's knees buckled. His throat went dry. He shook so hard his hand slipped from Suzy's mouth, but he didn't care. Her shaking, squeezing, oil-filled pussy was the best fucking thing he'd ever felt around his prick.
"Ahhh, shit!" he croaked. "It's in! God, my cock's fucking a cunt! Ohhhh, shit! Suzy! I'm gonna come already! Ohhhh, I don't want to come yet! Goddamn! Ohhh, shit! Yaaagh!"
He flattened himself against her back and bleated into her ear, his pelvis pressing up against her tight, round asscheeks, his butt clenching and shaking with the most terrific orgasm his young prick had felt yet.
His cock stretched and stretched. It bucked and jerked. It pushed through the oiled silk of her pussy folds and blasted the few dribbling spurts his young balls had managed to make since he'd jacked off last night.
"Ahhhh! EEEEE!" Suzy bellowed throatily, the sound loud and clear now that his hand had slipped from her mouth to her burning young tits.
Her pussy tunnel shuddered and pulsed wildly. She felt him inside her, bucking and throbbing wildly. His fingertip still pressed against her burning clit, and the wildest sensations she'd ever felt swept through her young body and made her frightened.
"Chet, I'm going to faint!" she cried. "Something's happening to me! I'm getting all dizzy! Chet! Ohhhh ...it tingles all over! Yaaaagh, here it comes again!"
"You're coming, Sis ...you're coming! Ohhhh, your pussy's going wild around my prick! You should feel it!"
"I ...am ..." she cried, shuddering again, feeling the warmth and wetness suddenly inside her body, as if he were pissing up her pussy.
"Suzy! Chet! What are you doing!"
They both looked. They saw their mother on the bed, her tits naked and jiggling on her chest, so startled she hadn't thought to cover them with her arm.
She was sitting on one hip. Sam pranced on the bed beside her, pawing and yelping and panting all over, his tongue lolling, his shiny red prick still jutting from under his belly.
"Ohhhh, Mommy-Chet's fucking me!" Suzy cried, her voice shaky, her little body shivering all over. Her response had been automatic. She hadn't even thought about what she'd said.
Chet's butt stopped moving. He seemed to shrink within himself, and his mouth went as dry as cotton.
"Ohhhh, you dumb little twat," he choked. "You should have told her I was tickling you or something. Now we're really in for it!"
But as he said that, he wasn't really sure. His mother just sat on the bed, staring. She didn't look all that mad. She looked ...shocked, maybe.
But not really mad.
Chapter Four
Harry grinned broadly. He felt his heart pound and the sun at his back and the slight breeze brush coolingly over his damp forehead. It was one of those times when he knew he'd done it right, the instant the ball clicked off the putter and began the long, sweeping curve over the green toward the cup.
The whole game couldn't have been done better. He'd let old'man Brewster win by one stroke, and yet he'd pushed hard enough so that the old boy knew he'd been in a game.
At the same time, he'd beaten Jess Kingman again, just the way he knew he was eventually going to beat the bastard out of the position Brewster was making them compete for.
By God, he was going to beat Kingman! Despite the handicap Cassie made for him.
"Stunning! Beautiful putt, there, Martin!" Brewster blurted as the ball rattled into the cup. "Gad, Kingman ...did you see that?"
"Yes, sir, I sure did," Jess responded, forcing a grin.
"Well done, my boy-well done!" Brewster went on, mopping at his sun-red forehead. He came over and clapped Harry on the back. "You pressed me all the way, Martin-made me really stay on my toes. Now, that's the kind of drive I like in my key men at Brewster and Company, eh, Kingman? Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir," Jess said darkly, shouldering his clubs. He started to turn away and then thought better of it.
Harry knew that Brewster might put on like a muddle-headed old fart but that he was definitely not. He didn't miss the fleeting sore-loser attitude Jess had just displayed. Harry damn near gloated.
The three men walked up the slope toward the clubhouse, Brewster having offered to buy them drinks. He chatted on about the game, walking between them, complimenting Jess on some of his shots, trying to split his praise between them. But Harry knew the afternoon had been his, not Kingman's.
Felix Wade was waiting inside the bar. He and Brewster met halfway, which was something Felix could get away with since Brewster had turned over most of the authority to his top man.
Harry and Jess found a table and sat while the two men talked. Harry couldn't help wondering what the huddle was about. Felix's preference would be a strong influence with Brewster, and Harry had no idea where he stood with Felix. He wondered whether anyone in the world, besides Thornton Brewster, knew where they stood with Felix. He glanced at Jess and saw the black eyes held a faintly amused expression ...as if Jess knew where he stood with Felix.
"Well done, Harry," Jess said quietly, his tone half mocking the compliment Brewster had given him. "You made points today, old buddy."
His grin was a little too fixed. Harry began feeling uneasy. The bastard was up to something. "Thanks," he said.
"Enjoy it, old buddy. While it lasts. The place where it's really going to count is the place where you haven't got a fucking chance. You know what I mean, Harry?" The grin grew broader and colder.
Harry swallowed. He knew. Goddamn, if he didn't know.
"Sheila and Cassie, Harry. That's what's going to rip it for you. Impressions, boy. I've known Brewster a hell of a lot longer than you have. I know how much that old-fashioned bullshit means to him." He leaned forward on his elbows, his grin suddenly overpowering, his voice little more than an icy whisper. "Why don't you just give up, Harry?"
Harry's jaw clenched. He felt his stomach grind, like a chicken gizzard full of rocks. He felt a powerful urge to bash Jess Kingman's face and plaster that sharp nose all over it. Or to poke swizzle sticks into the black eyes. Or to set his waxy black hair ablaze and put it out in a fresh pie of cowshit.
Damn her! Now she's got me thinking like a hillbilly!
Brewster appeared suddenly, startling Harry from his dark thoughts. "Well, I'm afraid I've got to leave you buys by yourselves," he said boistrously. "Felix just learned that Al Stevens is going to pull a surprise on us Monday, and I've got to get-back and go to work on it with him."
Harry glanced up. Brewster had the glint of battle in his eyes. He and Stevens were two foxy old bulls who had locked homs forty years ago and were still trying to throw each other. While Stevens was still alive, Brewster would never retire fully. It would be like giving up.
"That old rascal is going to be a real handful for one of you boys, I can promise you that," he grinned, his sharp eyes taking them in by turn. "Come around to my office on Monday, both of you. I want to hear your suggestions on his latest ploy."
Jess and Harry agreed and looked at each other, knowing that Brewster didn't want their suggestions at all but would be testing them.
"Well, hello, Mr. Brewster! How nice to see you again!"
The voice was polished and beautiful and feminine, exuding charm and grace. Harry turned his head and saw Sheila Kingman extending her hand and her beauty and charm toward Brewster, and he began feeling uneasy again ...as well as envious. If Cassie looked and acted half as poised as Sheila, Harry would have it made.
"Ah, yes ...Mrs. Kingman!" Brewster bubbled, taking her hand, patting it between his like an old lecher ...but a most proper old lecher. "What a lovely surprise, seeing you. Blast it, Kingman, you've got to quit keeping your lovely wife in hiding," he grinned hugely, his whole face alight.
There was another woman with Sheila. Brewster watched her movement around the table toward Harry just as intently as Harry did. She was willowy and dark-haired, with full, sensual lips and jutting tits she covered just enough to keep from looking vulgar.
Her eyes were dark and large, with a liquid quality that smacked of something molten behind them. Her hips and tight ass swayed as she came straight for Harry and slipped her slender arms around his neck and pressed her tits against him and kissed him fully. Her lips were soft. They spread over his. The tip of her tongue darted silkily between his lips and left him tingling when she drew back.
"Harry, darling, I'm so glad we caught you and Jess still here," she said, her voice low and sultry. Harry's mouth fell open. He gaped at her. He'd never seen her before in his life. Words stuck in his throat. She paid him no attention, turning to Brewster to give the old man a brilliant smile.
"Ah, Mrs. Martin, I presume! How lovely-enchanting! Harry, shame on you. Why didn't you tell me your wife was so stunning! God, man, why haven't I met her before this?"
Harry half stood. "But I... but she's ..." he choked.
Harry looked at her again. She pursed her soft lips as if kissing him again. Harry swallowed and looked at Sheila. Her pretty face told him nothing. His gaze shifted to Felix. Felix's face was like stone, observing all, telling nothing. He knew damn well the woman was not Cassie, because he'd seen Cassie with Harry one time when their cars had been side by side at a stop light. He stared at Harry now with eyes like painted nails.
Harry felt hammered to the floor. He tried to think fast, but his mind was an absolute blank. He knew he had her lipstick smeared all over his mouth.
If he denied the woman was his wife, then Brewster would come to a terribly wrong conclusion about Harry's fitness to be one of his key men. On the other hand, he didn't dare try to pass her off as Cassie. If he said nothing, then Felix probably would while he and Brewster were on the way to the office.
He lifted his hand, his finger raised. His mouth worked, but nothing came out of it. Brewster wasn't watching him anyway.
"Well, I certainly wish I could stay amidst such charming company, but work comes first at Brewster and Company, ladies. We'll all have dinner together very soon. I'm delighted to have finally met you, Mrs. Martin," he bubbled, giving the woman's hand another shake.
He turned away, ending the moment for explanation, if it had ever been there. Felix gave Harry a final look and went after Brewster.
Harry shivered. He felt something warm along his inner thigh. He had the terrible urge to look down to see if he were wetting his pants, but he didn't really want to know. Things were bad enough.
"Sit down, Harry, and close your mouth. You make me want to slip my hot tit into it for a good sucking."
She was right beside him. In spite of himself, her voice was thrilling. He looked into her mocking eyes, at her full, sensual mouth, at the points of her tits lunging from her chest. He glanced down farther and saw the source of the warm feeling along his thigh. It was her slim hand.
He sat immediately, hiding what she was doing with the table top. Her chair was right next to his. She leaned close and slid her hand higher, until her fingers crawled into his crotch and found his prick and gave it a gentle pull and squeeze.
"My God!" he gasped finally.
"Don't you like what my little hand's doing, Harry?" she asked.
"Who the hell are you!"
"Karen," she smiled sweetly.
Harry turned his head and looked at Sheila and Jess, huddled together and both on the point of laughter.
"You bastard!" he nearly shouted at Jess, the fact that it was all a setup finally dawning on him.
"Easy, Harry," Jess grinned. "You wouldn't want to be ejected from Brewster's club for being loud and disorderly, would you?"
"You rotten bastard," Harry amplified. He reached down for Karen's hand to push it from his crotch. Her fingers tightened around his balls instantly ...enough to make him gasp with the sweeping pain shooting through his belly. He took his hand away immediately, and her pressure eased. "That's a good boy, Harry," she said in her low, sultry voice. She fondled him gently, feeling all over his prick and balls, hiding the action with the table and their bodies. "Mmmmm, what a bunch," she said. "Sheila, darling, you didn't tell me Harry had such a big prick?"
"I didn't know, Karen," Sheila smiled. "Harry, honey, you mustn't be angry with Jess and Sheila. It was all my fault. I've heard so much about you from them that I just had to meet you. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble just now with that funny old man. I'm sure we can straighten everything out." She laughed softly in the back of her throat and gave his prick another erotic pull.
"Yeah, look at it this way, old buddy," Jess said. "You just got a boost in Brewster's eyes. He was impressed as hell with Karen. The way I see it, you can try to keep Cassie hidden for the next ten years, or you can use Karen here to cinch the appointment," he grinned.
"You son of a bitch," Harry said quietly.
"You could try to explain to Brewster why you were so intimate with Karen and didn't say anything when he assumed she was Cassie, but that might get a little sticky. You'd be accusing me of a frame-up, then. He fires people for back-stabbing faithful old employees like me."
"I'm going to get you for this, Kingman. By God, I will."
"Hell, Harry, finish your drink and quit worrying about it. It's done. You might as well enjoy yourself and get something out of it. Karen looks willing enough ...aren't you, babe?"
In spite of his quiet rage, Harry turned his head to look at her. Her simmering gaze went over him in totally frank appraisal.
"More than willing," she said, talking straight to him. "I want." She gave a little shiver that made her tit jiggle against his arm. "You should know something about me, Harry. I'm absolutely shameless. That much is the truth. My pussy's squirming terribly right now. If we don't get out of here, I'm going to leave a puddle of juice in this chair. Some men do that to me, Harry. I didn't know you were going to be one of them. Right now, I want nothing more than to fuck my hot, wet pussy down around your big prick and come all over it!"
Harry watched her lips swell and part, her nostrils dilate, her tits harden at the nipples. He looked into her eyes. The molten thing had turned to bubbling.
In spite of himself, his pulse pounded. His prick stretched into her rolling, pulling, fondling fingers. As Jess said, he might as well get something out of it. And he was ready as hell anyway. He hadn't even tried to fuck Cassie for two weeks, at least.
"Then let's go," he said shakily, his voice suddenly husky and low.
"God, I'm ready," Sheila joined in, watching them, her greenish eyes turning hot. "I love big pricks. Harry, why haven't you told me before this?"
Harry sucked in his breath and held it. He stared at her. Her tongue tip came from between her lips and licked slowly around them, telling him just what she liked doing with big pricks. Her silky, auburn hair made a soft frame for her pretty face.
He looked at Jess immediately. Jess shrugged and grinned, seeming completely at ease with what his wife had just said.
"What the hell kind of trick is this now?" Harry growled suspiciously.
"No trick, old buddy. Sheila likes variety. It's our dark secret. If Brewster ever found out, I'd be finished. I guess that makes us even again, huh?"
"Only if I could prove it," Harry said.
Jess grinned. "That's a point, Harry. You can't. You won't. But why don't you and I bury the hatchet tonight, huh? I smell two pussies that need fucking ...real bad."
"God," Karen gasped, nearly jacking his cock now, her hand wrapped fully around it. "Let's quit all this talking and do it!"
She stood up. Sheila stood up. Jess and Harry looked at each other. Jess cracked first.
"You twat's have to wait a minute, for God's sake," he laughed. "You jacked us up, and now we've got to go down, right, Harry?"
Harry's pulse throbbed again. Now that he thought back, Sheila's hand had been under the table too! The girls giggled and went toward the powder room, leaving the men with stiff pricks.
"Truce?" Jess asked.
Harry shrugged. "It better not be another trick, Kingman."
"My word on it, Harry. You're in for the hottest, wildest fucking of your life, and I don't care what you've done before."
The thought didn't help his prick deflate. Neither did the sight of the two women as they came back toward the table, switching their tight asses and jiggling tits. And Sheila was licking her lips again.
They went to Karen's apartment. Harry had a thought to call Cassie and tell her that he was still tied up with Brewster, but when Karen slipped her arms around his neck and kissed Mm fully again, doing that thing with the tip of her tongue between his lips, Cassie fled from his mind.
"Oh, God," Sheila moaned, pushing her body up against Jess. "Hurry and fuck me!" She shuddered when Jess clamped his hands around the cheeks of her tight ass and pulled her pussy up against his rising cock. She turned her head, her eyes hooded. "Want to watch? Ohhhh, I love being watched!"
Harry nearly creamed his pants. Jess ran the zipper down his wife's back and slipped the upper part of her dress from her shoulders. Her tits spilled into view, firm and tipped at the ends. He cupped one and dipped his head and sucked it into his mouth, while Sheila gasped and pushed her dress down over her hips.
She pulled Jess toward the couch, her eye on Harry. She slipped her panties off her ass and hips and bared her aubum-haired pussy. She spread her. legs and passed her hand over it while Jess shoved his pants down quickly.
His cock sprang upward, stiff and ready. He held it and looked at Harry and Karen. "Where's all that drive Brewster was crowing about, old buddy? You gonna stand there all night?"
Harry's senses reeled. He watched Jess lay his wife on the couch. Sheila went down readily, her lips slack, her eyes hot and heavy. She cupped her tits with her hands and rolled them.
She spread her legs wide, opening her pussy, one leg over the back of the couch, her other foot on the floor. Her pelvis rocked up and down, and her cunt mouth shone with her juices, red and silky and hungry for a cock.
She looked at Harry for a lingering moment and licked her lips again. "Watch me, Harry ...watch me get fucked! Then I'll suck your big prick off!"
"I think he's bashful, Sheila," Karen said. She cupped Harry's cock and balls. "Ohhhh, God!" she moaned. "You can watch her get fucked later, big boy. I want that prick up my pussy right now!"
She stripped out of her dress with what seemed like one swift motion. Harry stared. Her tits pointed from her chest, full and firm, the nipples stretching from the ends.
When his eyes swept down her slim body to her pinched waist and flaring hips, he gasped again. Her pussy was shaved bald!
"Ohhhh, God..." he groaned, his prick straining and throbbing terribly in his pants.
"You come with me, bashful boy," she said, wrapping her hand around his cock, tugging him toward the bedroom. "I think I want you in private for the first one."
He watched the jiggle of her firm, tight asscheeks and the sway of her hips as she led him. He heard Sheila moan raggedly and turned his head in time to see Jess fuck his prick all the way into her widespread hole.
In the bedroom, Karen let go of him and rolled onto her back on the bed. She lifted her hips and rotated them. Her thighs were spread. He looked at the puffy, naked pussy lips and began yanking at his clothes.
"Ohhhh, hurry, Harry!" she moaned, cupping a tit with her hand, sliding her other hand over the bald mound and bloated cunt lips, lightly pinching them between her fingers.
He was stricken with her beauty. Her dark hair fanned over the pillow. Her pointed tits thrust into the air. Her tummy was flat and firm, her body incredibly graceful and supple.
Everything about her was different from Cassie. She was long and slim; Cassie was short and dainty. Karen was sultry, while Cassie had a giggly, bouncy, country-fresh way about her that he'd thought was terrific when he'd married her. But it didn't fit into his life or his plans any more.
Harry shoved his pants down. His big prick lunged from his loins, throbbing and ready. He couldn't stop the thought that went through his mind, the feeling of envy between the wife he had and the wife he could have.
If he could switch wives, then he could shed himself of that rural taint and really move into his new role as Mr. Executive ...maybe even replacing Felix Wade as top man.
"Ohhhh, quit taking so long, Harry!" Karen moaned, writhing and twisting flexibly on the bed.
She lifted her knees, opening them wide. She spread the lips of her shaven pussy with the tips of her fingers. She made her cunt hole suck and pulse right at him.
Her clit strained from the top of her hairless cleft. She moaned again and let the tip of her middle finger swirl over it. And then her hand began jiggling faster and faster as she masturbated right in front of him.
"Hey..." Harry croaked.
"Ohhhh, I'm so hot! Just looking at your big prick makes me so hot I can't wait!"
Her pelvis rocked. She stared at his cock and licked her tongue tip out around her soft, sensual lips. She masturbated freely, slipping her finger up and down her red, wet gap, drilling it into her pussy hole.
"That's enough ..." Harry gasped, grabbing his cock, moving quickly toward the bed.
She reached up with her free hand. "Hurry! Hurry!"
He got between her thighs. She moaned and shook. She grabbed his prick from his hand and aimed it toward her shuddering, wet pussy hole.
Just as she pulled the meaty glans into her silken, soaked cunt, she lifted her hips high and nearly yelled.
"Ahhhh, I'm coming! Fuck! Shove it in, Harry! Hurry! Ohhh, God ...cram that cock up my cunt!"
Her hands clamped around his naked ass and pulled. He settled down at the same time, nearly falling against her, pressing his chest against her hard, pointed, hot-nippled tits.
His prick shot up her cunt, ramming all the way to the silken depths. He felt her hips toss as she clutched at him. He felt her big pussy muscle go into spasms of contractions around his bloated, rigid shaft, and a flood of cunt honey poured from her vaginal walls and soaked him.
"Yaaaaah!" she bawled again, shuddering hard. "God ...oh, God!" Harry gasped, scooping his hands under her tight, shaking ass. "I'm coming too! Already! Me too! Yaaaagh!"
He felt it rush through his prick and spurt into her greedy, sucking cunt. The whole two week's worth. It felt as if his ass were melting and hosing out through the tube of his prick.
In the other room, he was dimly aware of Sheila's cry of orgasm and Jess's coughing grunts. His prick throbbed and pulsed. It seemed that he would never stop coming.
"Ohhhh, a big load!" Karen gasped, grinning up at him. "Cassie must not take very good care of you, Harry."
He looked at her, panting still, feeling funny at the mention of her name. A wild thought came to his mind. "Christ, do you know her?"
"No," Karen laughed, making her pussy mouth pinch around his root. "Why would you ask that?"
Harry shook his head, as if to clear the fog from it. "I don't know. Everything's just so damn crazy lately. After that trick you and Jess pulled with
Brewster, I'm thinking any thing's possible."
She pulled his head down with her hand. Her lips parted softly. She kissed him fully on the mouth, slipping her tongue between his lips and searching for his.
It was erotic as hell. Harry felt as if he were going to lose his breath. While she did that, she arched her spine and made the points of her tits stab into his chest.
He fairly floated on the firm pillows. It was much different from lying against Cassie's tight little mounds. She made her pussy suck and pull at his hard prick in a way Cassie never had, too, and he felt his cock stretching more deeply into her silky, drenched hole, as if it had just awakened or something.
"Ohhhh, my God," he gasped, feeling a little dizzy when she stopped kissing him.
"Sweet Harry," she said. "Harry Martin. Is that really your name, Harry?"
"Yep, that's me," he grinned, making his prick jerk inside her.
"Mmmm, you feel like a steel rod inside my cunt, Harry. You feel like you want to fuck me again."
"You'd better believe it," he said huskily.
"Believe what, Harry?" she asked, looking very innocent.
"That I want to fuck you again."
"My pussy's so wet! God, you shot a big load into me."
"I've got another one."
"Just one?"
He grinned. "For you, Karen, I've got at least ten more."
"Ohhhh!" she squealed, shivering. "I want them all!" She pumped her hips up at him, slowly and sensually, making her pussy mouth slide silkily along his jerking rod.
"How does that feel, .honey?"
"Ohhh, God ...good!" he groaned.
"Better than Cassie's pussy? Can I fuck better than Cassie?"
"God ..." he gasped, feeling as if the top of his head would come off when his prick exploded again.
She stopped. She let her pussy go slack. "You've got to answer me, Harry, or ... " She didn't finish. She looked at him oddly.
He swallowed. It was a screwy kind of extortion. But maybe she had an ego problem and had to know she was the best before she could really let herself go.
If the fucking he'd just had was an example ...just a hint ...of the wildness she was capable of, then ...
"Yes!" he croaked, his prick throbbing with anticipation. "Ohhhh, God, yes ...you fuck better than Cassie!"
Karen nearly purred. She twined her arms about his neck and began silky, circular movements against his belly again. Her tit tips slid along his chest. Her tummy brushed against his. She lifted her legs high and wrapped them around his ass, digging her heel into the crack of his ass so that it pressured his shaking asshole.
"That's what I like to hear, Harry," she moaned. "Now ...tell me you love me! Ohhhh, God ...tell me! I feel all hot again! I want to fuck and fuck, but you've got to tell me-first..." she gasped.
"Yes!" Harry choked, his prick jerking and swelling inside her heated cunt. Her legs flexed, and her heel made his prick thrust straight in and out of her grasping, slippery, silken cunt.
"Tell me!" she cried.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes ...I love you, Karen! I love you! Fuck ...ohhhh, fuck! What are you making your pussy do to my prick! It's so hard!"
"Big and hard!" she gasped, moving and circling, humping up and down, flexing her thighs, rocking and fucking as he'd never been fucked before.
"Your pussy's wonderful! So wet and soft and squeezing! Your tits are so big and swollen! Ahhhh, God ...I love all of you!" he cried, willing to let her hear anything she wanted to hear now.
"Ahhhh, I've missed your cock!" she cried, arching against him. "It's been so long ...so long..."
She was nearly chewing his ear off as she talked, running the tip of her velvety tongue into it, kissing the side of his neck, clutching him tightly to her slim, supple, firm body.
He didn't know why she'd said that. It didn't make any sense. For a moment, he felt deflated, thinking maybe she was imagining him to be another guy, but then he didn't care any more.
Her pussy went wild around his prick. It sucked and pulsed. The juice foamed from it. Her bald pussy lips felt super-erotic against his hairy root, and he could feel his balls tightening and drawing up for another explosion as they tapped against her sweet, hairless, silky crotch.
He swept his hands under her tight ass and lifted her open pussy up around his prick. He drove into her depths all the way, feeling the pressure of her heel against his pulsing asshole help his deep ... incredibly deep ...penetration.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped thickly. "Your pussy's milking my prick! It's like a hand pulling and swirling all over my cock!"
"Are you going to come again, Harry? Are you?" she gasped, looking at him, watching his heat build in a terribly thrilling way.
"Ohhhh, yes!" he gasped. "God, I've never been so hot in my life!"
"Not even with Cassie? Not even with Cassie, Harry?"
"Not ever!" he cried freely, plunging into her pussy with stroke after wet, silken stroke, appalled with the things she could make her cunt do around his cock.
"Ohhhh, come in me again, Harry!" she moaned, still watching him, making him feel exposed and naked and shivery all over. "Hose that big prick into my cunt and make my pussy slosh with your hot sperm again! Ohhhh, Hove your big, hard prick!"
He couldn't hold out. He felt like an uncontrolled teenager again. But there was no way he could keep from coming.
"Now!" he cried. "God, I'm coming! I'm going to blast your hot pussy full!"
"Say you love me! Quick! Say it!"
"I love you!" he shouted. "Karen, I. . . yaaaagh!"
He gripped her ass with his hands. He pulled up. He felt her wet, soft cunt lips suck up around his root, nearly surrounding his balls with their warm, wet kiss as well.
His prick throbbed and jerked and stretched all the way to the back of her oiled, gripping, milking cunt. He heard her moan and felt the arch of her spine and the way her pussy shuddered as she began to come with him.
His sperm ripped from his dancing prickhead, spurting and jetting into her hole, filling the silky passage until he felt the stuff spurt from between her pussy lips and run down his balls.
"Ahhhh, Harry! I love you too!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Never stop fucking me! Never let me go! Never again, Harry! I want you, I want you! I want -you forever! Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, and don't stop fucking me!".
They shook and rolled together. When it was finished, he'd never felt so thoroughly drained in his life. And yet his cock still tingled and burned, as if it wanted more and more.
"Ohhhh, that was beautiful! Thrilling! God, Karen ...I hope you left his prick in one big piece so that I can suck it!"
Harry gasped. He lifted his head and looked back at the doorway quickly, his heart pounding heavily for a moment with guilt. He saw Sheila standing there, naked and beautiful, her lips slack, her eyes hooded.
Her tits were tipped and hard, the nipples fully extended. Her legs were braced apart. She leaned against the doorjamb with both hands at her crotch.
She held the lips of her aubum-haired pussy apart with two fingers while she stroked her slit with her other hand. She half waddled into the room, masturbating as she came.
Karen uncoiled from around Harry. His prick slipped from her bald pussy with a wet suck, unplugging the damned-up hole. Sperm and hot, slippery pussy juice poured from her twat. She put her hand over her crotch and spread it around, exciting herself with the slippery fluid.
Sheila stopped at the edge of the bed, holding her cunt lips apart and her thighs open, letting him see everything as she kept masturbating openly.
Her eyes went wide as she stared at his wet cock. The tingling, blazing rod was as stiff as if he hadn't fucked at all.
"Ohhhh, Karen-it's huge!" she gasped. "What a prick! Ohhhh, I wish I'd known sooner, Harry!"
Harry grinned self-consciously. Karen sloshed her hand over her shaved pussy and moaned. Sheila slipped her fingers up and down her pink gap and shivered, arching her pelvis forward. He couldn't believe this was really happening to him. They were both as gorgeous as he could ever hope for, and they were both hot and eyeing his prick, wanting to fuck and suck him limp.
His gaze shifted toward the door nervously. "Where's-"
"It's all right, Harry," Sheila said quickly, cutting him off. "He's in there building up another load. After he shoots it, his cock goes limp. Not like your big, beautiful prick! Ohhhh, it's all wet! Karen, your cunt must be steaming!"
"Look what he left in me," Karen said in her sultry way. She opened her thighs and pulled her pussy lips apart, and Harry and Sheila both looked.
Her red, slick vaginal mouth continued to drain juice. When the little pocket at the bottom of her pussy was ready to overflow, she swept it up with her fingers and smeared it all over her shaved cunt, the bloated lips, the bottom of her crotch, her slick mound.
"Ohhhh, I hope you left some in his balls for me, Karen," Sheila gasped, jiggling her hand faster over her pussy. "I'm thirsty! I want to drink his cum!"
Harry gasped. He didn't have a chance to ask what Jerry was going to think or say about this.
Sheila fell onto the bed between his legs, grabbing his stiff, slick root and opening her mouth and plunging down over his shaft immediately.
"Ahhhh, God!" Harry croaked, feeling her tongue swirl around the underside of his blazing prick.
"Does it feel good, Harry?" Karen asked breathlessly, lifting up. Her tits jutted from her chest. She hovered over him, then gently pushed him onto his back, her eyes hot and molten. "Does her mouth feel good sucking up and down your big prick?"
"Ahhhh, Christ yes!" Harry moaned.
He couldn't help the way his hips lifted. He felt Sheila's lips compress around his blazing prick and suck upward, her tongue flipping at Ms swollen glans at the same time.
She slid her hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, rolling them gently, pushing his prick upward into her warm, drawing mouth again and again.
Her ass thrust out behind her. Her tits brushed against his leg. He clenched his fingers and then reached with a groan for her, wanting her to turn around so that he could eat her furry cunt while she sucked on his prick.
"Ohhhh, Harry-you look so hot!" Karen moaned beside him. "Are you going to come already?"
"I want ...to suck ..." he gasped.
"Ohhhh, then suck my tit! Here! Wrap your lips around it and suck it hard! Ohhhh, it's so exciting to watch her suck your cock! You can come in her mouth, Harry! Remember that-don't hold back, darling! Ohhhh, suck!"
Harry's head spun. His prick throbbed and stretched for the back of Sheila's throat. Cassie had sucked on his prick before, but she didn't have the courage to suck him all the way off and drink down his boiling cum.
He opened his mouth and felt it immediately stuffed with Karen's pointed, firm tit. The nipple was hard and stiff. It was bigger than Cassie's, longer. He felt the rubbery nub against his tongue, and he flipped it over and over, loving the feel of it. He pursed his lips around it and sucked it as if it were a tiny prick growing from the tip of her tit.
"Ohhhh, wonderful!" Karen moaned. "Beautiful! God, you can suck my tit better than anybody ever did, Harry! Ahhhh, I've got to feel your mouth on my pussy ...my wet, bald pussy!"
She sucked her tit end from his mouth. He gasped and watched her lift her leg to straddle his chest. Her pussy tissues gleamed. She settled her tight asscheeks on his chest and slid forward, opening her cunt all the way to his sight.
His prick throbbed and jerked in Sheila's softly sucking mouth. He stared right at the sleek, hairless mound, the bloated pussy lips puffed so wide apart. He looked at the red folds of her muscular vaginal mouth, and his mouth began to water.
"Ahhhh, suck my cunt while she's sucking your prick, Harry!" Karen cried.
She slid forward the last inch. He inhaled the heady aroma wafting from her wet hole. He hesitated, seeing the gleaming sheen of pussy juice and sperm she'd coated her crotch with, like some kind of exotic lotion.
But then she slipped her hand under the back of his head and lifted his face into her wet crotch, and it didn't matter any more what she'd rubbed over it.
"Ahhhh, God!" she cried. "Ohhhh, Harry-your lips! Kiss my hot cunt lips with your lips! Like that! Yes! Ohhh, yes! God, lick my hot pussy! Wallow in all that sperm and cunt honey and lick my crotch clean!"
Harry's head spun. His hips lifted up and down. With each order Karen gave, Sheila sucked harder, making a flaming shaft of cherry-red iron of his prick.
He thrust his tongue out. It sank into incredibly silky folds of pussy flesh. The flavor was strong at first, and then it became sweet and delicious as her vagina gushed forth fresh juice.
He licked and lapped at her hairless twat. There was something unbelievably stimulating and erotic about it. Her wet pussy lips slipped and slid under his tongue and between his lips.
The petals were bloated and puffy and just right to nibble on with his lips. Once he started on them, he didn't want to stop. He ate and ate at her cunt, and she groaned and shivered all the while, her cunt hole spasming constantly.
"Ohhhh, fuck your tongue into my pussy, Harry! Suck your lips around my hot clit! Make me come! Shoot your sperm into her mouth and make me come at the same time, darling!"
Harry thrust his tongue into the oiled silk of her pussy hole and let his prick jerk and buck in Sheila's mouth while he swallowed down the flow from Karen's watering cunt. Then he nearly crapped on the bed when he heard Jess' voice from the doorway.
"Who wants a stiff prick?"
Chapter Five
Karen twisted around. Her pussy mouth sucked and pulsed wildly around Harry's tongue, and she squeezed her pointed tit with her hand.
"Me!" she cried. "Ohhhh, I want it!"
Sheila's mouth sucked from Harry's prick with a wet pop, leaving the glans pulsing and red, the shaft jerking. Harry moved his head slightly so that he could see around the side of Karen's smooth hip. He looked at Jess warily and swallowed.
Jess and Sheila were both looking at Karen. There was something strange about their expressions, something reprimanding. The air seemed a little tense, and then Jess grinned at Harry.
"My wife can really suck cock, can't she, old buddy?"
"You ...you don't really care?" Harry gasped.
"Whatever she likes, she gets to do. Hey, Karen's pussy's getting cold. So's Harry's big prick, baby," he said to his wife, brushing his hand over her uplifted asscheeks. "Yeah," he said. "I think I'm going to fuck this sweet ass while you're sucking Harry's prick off and he's eating out Karen's cunt."
"Ohhhh, yes!" Sheila moaned, wrapping her hand around Harry's red, saliva-wet prick and jacking it, keeping it stiff. "Fuck my ass, honey! And I mean right up my asshole this time!"
Harry's cock throbbed wildly as she bent and licked the swollen glans with her velvety tongue. He heard Karen's pussy mouth suck wetly, too, as if the thought excited her as much.
Jess got onto the bed and positioned himself behind Sheila's upturned ass, aiming his stiff cock. "Don't quit sucking Harry's prick, baby," he said.
"Ohhh, honey ...I want your prick up my ass! Try to come in my ass when Harry comes in my mouth! I want to get fucked full at both ends!"
"Ohhhh, God ..." Karen moaned, her pussy sucking and snapping with wet heat.
"Karen-turn around and watch me!" Sheila gasped. "Ohhhh, I love to be watched! Watch me get fucked up my ass while I suck Harry's hard cock! Squat over Harry's face and let him eat your pussy and ass both while you watch me getting it!"
"Yes! Yes!" Karen cried, lifting up, turning around, looking down between her bent knees as she squatted over Harry's face.
Harry's cock throbbed and jerked wildly. He looked straight up. He saw her split butt cheeks descending. He could see her pink-brown asshole as it pulsed in and out.
He could see the split cleft of her twat, the hairless, bloated pussy petals, the dripping cunt hole. He gasped and was able to glance down his body.
His prick rose straight up from his loins, as stiff and red as he'd ever seen it. Sheila's hand was wrapped around the root, and she was still jacking him slowly, making his tight, drawn-up balls bounce softly against his butt crack.
Her pretty face was slack with heat. Her eyes were hooded, her auburn hair tousled about her face. Her lips and chin were wet from sucking his cock.
He saw her tits dangling from her chest, the tipped ends nearly making her stiff, rubbery nipples point straight at him. He watched her get to her knees and spread her thighs, and he saw the fur of her mound and the split of her pussy lips as she rocked her pelvis up and down.
He could see Jess' hairy legs between hers, the balls dangling. His prickhead appeared for a moment and then speared upward, sinking into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, honey ..." she moaned. "Your cock's so hard again! Get it wet in my pussy ...good and slippery, and then .. . ohhhh, then fuck it up my asshole!"
Jess' cock fucked in and out of her pussy for several strokes, the shaft glistening with her slippery honey as he drew it back and then aimed it toward her asshole.
"Watch!" Sheila gasped. "Here it goes! Ohhhhh, God ... big wide head ... up ... in .. . ohhhh, watch me get fucked!"
"I am, honey, I am!" Karen moaned. "Watch Harry eat my pussy and my hot ass!"
Karen dropped her crotch farther. Harry gasped. Sheila's hot gaze seemed to bore right between Karen's spread thighs as she stared into the slippery recesses of Karen's wet, quivering cunt.
At the same time, she lowered her head and pursed her lips and slurped Harry's rampant cock back into her mouth. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she bobbed her head over his prick and watched his mouth approach Karen's wet pussy and begin licking and sucking at her crotch.
Sheila moaned. Jess pumped slowly against her ass, sinking his hard cock into her clinging anus, pressing his thighs up against her round, firm cheeks.
Sheila's tongue went wild around Harry's prick then. What she'd been doing before was just a little teasing compared to what she was doing now.
Harry's cock stretched for the back of her throat. His tongue thrust upward into Karen's drooling cunt, becoming enfolded by the oiled silk of her vagina.
She groaned heatedly and cupped her tits and rolled them over her chest. At the, same time, she began rocking. She squatted over his face and watched Sheila sucking his prick and getting fucked up her asshole, and she let her crotch slide back and forth over his tongue like a lusqious pendulum.
Harry tasted her asshole. The rubbery mouth pulsed and quivered and seemed to draw the tip of his tongue into it. Karen squealed softly and shivered all over, and he could feel the vibrations of Sheila's throat around his prick as she watched that and moaned and weaved her ass around Jess's fucking cock.
Karen rocked, back and forth, and Harry was eating her cunt one moment and her asshole the next. His tongue reached up for her clit and slid along her slippery twat gap, over the hairless, baby-soft petals and into the slippery, clutching mouth of her vagina.
Then it slid along the soft, silky undercurve of her crotch and sank into her pulsing, vibrating asshole, while his nose pushed into the deep, shadowy cleft between her cheeks and was surrounded by the firm, soft pillows of flesh.
Karen moaned and shook. In a moment, she slipped her hand to the top of her cleft and began masturbating her clit, weaving her ass over Harry's mouth.
He'd never eaten Cassie's ass before. For all her open, rambunctious attitude about fucking, her country-fresh openness, she was kind of prudish. She liked the prick in the pussy, and that was it.
Not like Karen. Not like Sheila. They were something else. He felt another moment of envy. For Jess, this time. Sheila did everything, and she was poised and elegant at the right times besides.
Karen was the same way. God, it would be terrific if there were some easy, painless way to dump Cassie and marry Karen. Then he could have it all!
He wallowed upward between her spread cheeks. He held her hips and lifted his head and stretched his tongue between his lips as far as it would go.
For a man who'd never tongue-fucked an asshole before, he went at it like a pro. He drilled his pointed tongue up her tight, rubbery hole and twirled it inside her butt.
"Ahhhh, God!" Karen cried throatily. "He's fucking my asshole with his tongue! Ohhhh, Harry ...wonderful, wonderful! God, I can see your hard, wet prick stretching into her mouth, reaching for her throat! Ahhh, her throat's bulging!"
Harry gasped. His tongue shot into her clutching, spasming asshole as the sensation hit him.
Sheila's firm lips nibbled down his shaft. They kept going and going. He felt his throbbing glans suddenly surrounded by silken, swallowing throat muscles.
It pushed deeper and deeper as Sheila began swallowing his cock whole! She moaned and weaved her head back and forth. She shook her butt at Jess and opened her asshole all the way to his plunging, fucking cock.
Harry held Karen's firm asscheeks in his hands, spreading them with his thumbs so that his lips could purse around her quivering asshole.
He felt her whole crotch begin jiggling, and he knew she was masturbating her pussy furiously as she rocked over him and watched Sheila suck his cock and Jess plow into Sheila's asshole.
He felt the thrust of her stiff finger up her cunt, just on the other side of the thin membrane separating her spasming vagina from her quaking asshole.
He couldn't believe there could be any more stimulation done to him. He was wrong.
Sheila moaned and swept her hand down under her dangling tits and flat tummy to her furry twat. She groaned around his plugging prick and swirled her fingers in her pussy.
She plunged them in and out of her drenched, draining cunt hole, stimulating Jess' prick as he fucked her ass. She brought them out and drew her hand back up under her body, her fingers drenched with slippery cunt honey.
She cupped his balls as she swallowed rhythmically around his blazing shaft and made her silky throat massage his cockhead. He could feel the slippery touch of her fingers on his nuts.
Then he felt the middle one slide under his balls, along the undercurve of his crotch. He squealed in the back of his throat and made a muffled roar of sensation into the deep crack of Karen's shaking ass.
The slippery fingertip pressed against his asshole. It jiggled there, driving his hips into a fury. Then it began to penetrate his butt.
The first joint writhed around and around inside his anal mouth. She pushed her finger up farther. Then two joints were shifting and twirling in his ass.
Then she fucked the whole length of her long, slim finger up his ass and began fucking him with it, back and forth, in and out, twirling it and wriggling it until he opened his mouth with passion and bubbled in the wetness of Karen's running crotch.
"Ohhhh, I'm going to come!" Karen cried, masturbating her pussy harder and harder, shaking her ass over his face. Her anus sucked at his tongue, pulling it into her hot butt
"God, so am I!" Jess croaked, plowing into his wife's ass with thrusting stroke after stroke. He was now reaching around her hips with his hands, one of them sweeping back and forth over her dangling tits, the other one buried in her cunt, his thumb rolling her straining, protruding clit.
"Nnnnngh!" Sheila groaned, her throat devouring Harry's bucking cock, her tongue washing up and down the shaft, thrusting from her lips to bathe his balls and reach halfway for his asshole.
Her finger fucked in and out of his butt. Her hand bumped up against his balls and made electric jolts shoot through him with each sensational jiggle-He felt it coming. He couldn't hold it back if his life depended on it. The sperm bubbled from his shaking balls and coiled around through all the tubes and pipes, whipped to a froth by her wriggling, twisting, fucking finger.
"Ahhhhgh!" he shouted against Karen's pulsing, shaking ass, making bubbles in the flood of juice running from her foaming cunt and draining into his mouth.
He wasn't sure which one of them came first. It might have been him. The others bleated and yelled immediately afterward, an explosion of orgasms set off by the first one.
His sperm bubbled and shot through the stiff, bucking tube of his prick. His glans swelled to a broad plug in Sheila's throat, letting none of it escape.
He hosed and blew, and he felt her muscles swallowing and gulping as his cum foamed into her stomach. Her lips pulled and pulled at his root, pinching his hairs and sucking the sperm right out of him.
At the same instant, he was gulping and drinking the flood of cunt honey gushing from Karen's spasming pussy mouth. The stuff ran over the little well at the bottom of her cleft and trickled under her crotch, running over the rim of his lower lip and into his mouth.
Her anus pulled and pinched at his tongue. He felt her vagina contract and spasm on the other side of where his tongue was twirling and thrusting into her clinging darkness, into her clenching butt.
Sheila's eyeballs rolled with heat as she drank and drank and opened her asshole to her husband's cock, delirious with the knowledge that her fucking and sucking and coming were being watched.
Her pussy tunnel spasmed around Jess' imbedded fingers, her cunt lips dripping with her honey. At the same time, her asshole drank up the blast of sperm he shot into it.
Jess yelled and shook, his prick jetting and foaming hot wads of cum up Sheila's asshole. His hooded eyes rolled and stared right into Karen's hot, foaming pussy and at the tongue thrust into her asshole. He also watched the way his wife drank down Harry's boiling cum, and his balls shot another spurt into her butt.
Sheila had been right about Jess. As soon as he finished shooting his wad up her ass, he was finished. His prick slipped from her tight asshole like a wet bearing, and it flopped against his thigh. He rolled over onto his back and groaned.
"I've had it, baby," he said. "Let go home."
Sheila slipped her mouth from Harry's prick gingerly, licking the hard shaft, nipping it with her soft lips, until the red, blazing glans popped from between them.
She looked at his hard prick and smiled heatedly, unable to keep her fingers from it. She wrapped them around the shaft and pulled and stroked gently, massaging another drop of cum from the big slit at the end.
"Ohhhh, this prick of Harry's!" she moaned, dipping down to lick away the glimmering white bead. "Why can't you make your cock stay hard after fucking, honey?"
"Ohhhh, I'll get it hard for him!" Karen cried, lifting her ass from Harry's face, still swirling her fingers through her hot, wet, hairless cunt. "If I get it hard, will you let me fuck him?" she asked, licking her lips, making it clear how she was going to go about stiffening him up again.
They both looked at her. It was in that same strange way as before, when he'd offered one of them his cock and she had pleaded for it.
"Harry's already hard, Karen. You can fuck him," Jess said, his voice thick. "Really, baby, I'm pooped."
"Then suck my pussy off!" she cried, rolling on the bed, lifting her hips up and down, her hand stroking and swirling through her sweet meat.
"Oh, you poor, horny girl," Sheila said, sliding her hand up Karen's thighs.
She said nothing more. She glanced at Harry, telling him with her heated gaze to watch ...watch what she was going to do next.
She slid her body right between Karen's thrashing thighs and pressed her tits against the bed. She opened her soft lips. She moved Karen's hand. Then she glued her mouth to Karen's pussy, her throat working as her tongue darted in and out of the drenched, slippery cunt hole.
"Eeee, God! Suck my cunt! Ohhhh, she's sucking my cunt! God, I love it! Harry ...your prick! Give me your hard prick!"
She reached for him. He gasped. He watched Sheila's head move back and forth, able to hear the wet sounds of her sucking lips and drilling tongue.
He'd never seen two girls making it before. His cock throbbed with new, incredibly tingling life.
Karen's hand wrapped around it and jacked the heated shaft while she lifted her hairless pussy into Sheila's sucking mouth.
Jess lifted up on one elbow and grinned as he watched. He glanced at Harry. "Anything she wants to do, old buddy," he said.
"In my ass!" Karen cried throatily, pulling at his cock. "Fuck that big cock up my asshole, Harry! Do it while she's eating my cunt! God, hurry!"
Harry didn't see how he was going to do that, the way she was stretched out on her back. But then she tried to pull his prick underneath her heaving butt, as if it were something separate from the rest of his body.
"Slide under her, Harry," Jess directed.
Harry lay on his back. He worked Karen's body over his, so that her back was against his chest, her buttocks resting softly on his abdomen.
His prick strained upward. Sheila stopped sucking Karen's pussy and slid her mouth down over his prick, bobbing her head rapidly, making his prick blaze with heat again.
It seemed as if they were never going to wear him down. He hadn't been this hot in his whole life. Cassie had done a job or two of getting him sizzling, but nothing like this. He felt like a fucking volcano.
When his cock was good and wet, Sheila moved her mouth from it. She angled it. He felt wet, hot silk surround his prickhead. Sheila pushed at the base of his balls gently, and his prick sank into the oiled haven of Karen's hot, shaking cunt.
"Ahhhh, God!" Karen cried, her head dangling over Harry's shoulder. He slid a pillow under her head. She turned her face toward him and kissed him fully, her soft lips parted, her tongue thrusting far into his mouth.
He reached up and felt her tits. They were thrusting toward the ceiling. Her firm, pillowing asscheeks rolled over his belly. Her pelvis rocked up and down, making her hairless pussy slide up and down his throbbing shaft at the same time that Sheila's fingers were playing around the root of it.
"My clit!" Karen gasped. "Harry, play with my clit! Fuck my ass! Everything! Suck, suck!"
Harry's hands swept to her spread pussy. He felt all around with the tips of his fingers, marveling at the softness and puffiness of her slick meat.
He couldn't get enough of the feel of her bald twat. He explored the slick mound, the baby-bald pussy lips. He felt the spasming hole where his prick was sliding in and out and Sheila's fingers were busy fondling.
Then he felt Sheila's lips come against Karen's pussy. Her tongue licked over the soaking meat, the root of his cock, over his fingers as he held the bloated pussy lips apart for her.
"Ahhhh, fuck and suck!" Karen cried, her hips lifting up and down, her pussy mouth stripping his prick as she fucked her straining clit between Sheila's soft lips.
"It's time, Harry," Sheila said heatedly, her fingers wrapping around his root. "It's good and wet now, and she's getting ready to come!"
"Yes! Yes!" Karen cried. "Ohhhh, guide Harry's big cock up my asshole and keep sucking my cunt!"
Sheila pulled gently at Harry's root. He felt the head of his flaming prick slip from the tight, quaking pussy hole. It popped free. Karen's ass shook up and down, and her pussy gap slid under his slippery fingers.
Sheila bent his prick slightly, angling it, aiming it, gazing intently between Karen's split thighs. Harry held her pointed tit with one hand and felt it harden and swell.
Then he gasped heatedly. At the same time, Karen moaned and turned her face toward his again, her tongue already thrusting and fucking from her mouth before their lips met. She kissed him with incredible passion and moaned in the back of her throat.
Harry moaned with her. He felt the tight, puckered, naked ring of her asshole kiss the very tip of his prick. Sheila's fingers moved and touched and spread.
"Eeee, yes!" Karen cried against his mouth. "Right up my ass with Harry's big cock! Shove it in, darling and suck my hot, hot cunt!"
She lifted. She wriggled her butt back and forth. She writhed. Sheila guided. Karen's hot asshole opened up. It nipped at his prickhead and then began sucking and drawing, pulling him into her as Sheila pushed.
She began to squeal in the back of her throat as she let her hips come down. Her asshole gobbled up his big cock. He gasped and moaned against her mouth, their tongues dueling, their lips sliding wetly together.
"Love me, Harry?" she groaned. "Do you love me? Say you love me! Feel my hot asshole around your big cock and tell me how much you love me! Ohhhh, tell me, or it won't go in!"
"Yes!" he croaked, feeling her sphincter contract with incredible strength around his shaft. He was halfway up her ass. "Yes, I love you!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, I love fucking your ass! It's tight-so tight! I love the feel of your naked cunt against my fingers-your baby-bald pussy! Ahhhh, let me fuck it all the way up your clinging, hot ass!"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "AH the way up! Here-ohhhh, God, feel it slide in! Up and in! So far! So big! Ohhh, your hard prick stuffs my ass! God, suck my cunt again, you sweet girl! Suck it while Harry's fucking my ass full of hot cum!"
Her anus seemed to open all at once. The tight ring released its fierce grip from around his shaft. His prick slid upward as her hips come down and she settled her quaking, firm asscheeks against his lower belly again.
Then he was imbedded completely up her ass. Her cheeks clenched softly around his root, seeming to try to pinch his balls. He felt all around her open, shaking pussy hole, and the flood there drenched his fingers.
He swept his hand up and down her flat tummy and jutting tits, feeling the whole front of her slim, willowy body freely. Then he felt the puff of breath from Sheila's nostrils as she dipped her head and glued her mouth to Karen's open, draining cunt again.
Harry couldn't believe the wild, tossing energy in Karen's body. She rolled her backside all over him, moaning and shouting, hollering about his big cock, calling his name out again and again.
"Harry! Ohhhh, Harry Martin, I love you! I love your big hard cock fucking so far up my asshole! Ohhhh, I love the way she's eating the honey right out of my steaming cunt at the same time! God! God, I'm going to come! I can't stop! Come with me, Harry! Let your hot prick explode up my ass! Flood my butt with sperm!"
"Yes!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, my God! I've never been so hot in my whole life, I swear I haven't!"
"Not even with Cassie?" she blurted, startling him. But the feeling of guilt was so fleeting this time, it was hardly there.
"Never! Not with her! It isn't possible to get this hot with her!"
"Then come! Come with me! Now! I'm going to come! Ohhhh, I'm going to flood her mouth and squeeze your hard prick off at the root with my asshole! Yaaagh!"
She nearly did. Her asshole pulsed and squeezed around his shaft until he squealed.
"Eeee-yaaaagh!" he bellowed, lifting his ass from the bed as his whole body seemed to erupt.
His prick pumped and blew, making his hot sperm foam into her dark tunnel. He felt and heard the way Sheila sucked and licked and drank the flow of honey from her shaking pussy mouth, the way her finger played with his asshole again, fucking into his butt just as he came, making his prick stretch into the clinging darkness between Karen's clenching cheeks.
"Harry! I love you!" she cried.
"I love you too, Karen!"
He shot and shot. Sheila sat back on her heels and watched the spasming, pulsing flesh. She smiled at Jess. Jess smiled back. His prick was hard again from watching.
Harry thought it would be wild as hell for Jess to fuck his hard cock into Karen's open, drooling pussy while his cock was up her ass. But he didn't.
He wondered why.
Chapter Six
Harry stood in the darkness at his front door. He sighed, inhaling the warm, summer air. The moon was halfway up the sky, letting him see the immaculate, park-like street in silhouette, the even bushes, the bushy outlines of old trees, the distinct outlines of the rooftops.
He felt an odd mixture of emotions. Drained and yet at peace. Guilty for fucking around on Cassie for the first time in their marriage and yet glad it had happened.
He reached for the doorknob and hesitated. He sighed again. Going into the house would be going back to hillbilly land. Cassie would probably wake up when he slipped into bed and want to be fucked.
She'd been after him for it. If he hadn't wanted to fuck her before, the notion repulsed him now. Even if he could get it up again.
If it were Karen in the bed, he'd get it up ...stiff and hard. In fact, just thinking about her made his prick start swelling down his leg. He thought of Cassie, and it shriveled.
"Face it, Harry," he whispered softly to himself. "You're in love again. Just like a fucking idiot." He inhaled deeply. "Easy, boy," he said. "You gotta think with your head, not with your hard prick."
He opened the door quietly. He slipped into the dark house. He went into the living room, gazing through the glass doors to the pool. It reflected the moon. He thought of how Cassie had wanted to give all this up and move back to the fucking sticks ...just when he was about to have it really made. She even had the kids on her side.
Well, that was expected. Kids liked the woods and things. What did they know about sophisticated living. With a mother like Cassie, what would they ever know about it.
He sighed again, hesitating. Then he moved silently down the hallway toward the bedroom. He opened the door quietly. There was a rustle from the bed. It turned to a soft thumping, and he heard ears flap. It was Sam, wagging his tail, shaking his head. Sleeping on the goddamn bed again.
Harry held his breath, feeling anger come over him. He'd told that stupid bitch a thousand times that she wasn't on the farm again, that he wasn't going to share the bed with a goddamn dog.
He went toward Sam in the darkness. The setter slipped off the bed. Harry was going to herd him out of the room, but he snaked under the bed instead, making Harry ready to kick his red ass.
But he didn't want to awaken Cassie. He didn't want to go through the ordeal of begging off from fucking her again. Besides, she might smell pussy all over him.
He slipped out of his clothes and lifted the corner of the sheet and settled himself carefully into the bed. He laid his head back against the pillow and stared at the dark ceiling.
The incredible night ran through his mind in snatches and vivid images. He couldn't believe all that had happened ...why it had happened to him.
He tried to start from the beginning ...the way Karen had pulled her trick in front of Brewster. He'd been blazing mad at the time. But that emotion wasn't there any more, not after the way he'd fucked her and fucked her.
He wondered if his feeling of love was from the way she'd made him say it over and over. It had certainly worked on her to make her hot as a bomb.
He puzzled over the little interchange between the three of them. It had come only when Karen had suggested that Jess fuck her. For some reason, that was taboo with them. It was all right for Sheila to eat and suck and fuck freely, but not for Jess and Karen to get together.
He wondered why. Was it Sheila's law? Was she really dictatorial with him, wearing the pants after all, providing the drive that Brewster and Harry both had assumed was from inside Jess? Was the episode something he could use to defeat Jess with if he played it right?
He couldn't imagine Jess having some kind of moral aversion to fucking his prick into a hot piece of ass like Karen. Not after all the other dirty tricks he'd played.
Then why? Why didn't the pair of them want him to fuck Karen?
Harry sighed quietly and let his mind wander from that unanswerable question to Karen's bald pussy, her hot, ready body, her wildness and wantonness. She'd been right about being shameless. Only that wasn't quite the right word for it. To some prudish people, maybe, but not to Harry.
To his astonishment, he felt his prick throb upward and stiffen to full erection, tenting the sheet over his lap as he lay on his back. He licked his lips, turning his head to look at the blur of Cassie's figure.
Maybe he could fuck her after all. It would shut her up for another couple of weeks. It would be interesting to see what her pussy felt like in immediate comparison with Karen's hot, slippery cunt and her squeezing ass.
As if she'd read his mind, or something, Cassie stirred beside him. Her arm swept along the bed under the covers. Her hand touched his hip and then went right for his prick.
Her fingers squeezed the hard rod, as if assuring herself that it was really hard. Then she groaned and turned away from him, muttering sleepily.
"No, Harry, not t'night.. . tired ..."
His cock jerked. He stared at her curled form in the darkness. He felt like shaking his head to see if there'd been something stuffing up his ears that had made him hear funny.
No? Was that actually what she'd said?
His cock throbbed and got harder, the rejection making him want to fuck her now.
To complicate his emotions, Sam crawled out from under the bed and hopped sneakily onto it, padding around at the foot and then stretching out between Harry and Cassie, his body up against Cassie's curled back.
Harry could just see the dog's head in the darkness. He lifted his hand and pointed, giving silent command for Sam to get the hell down. When Sam didn't move, Harry reached out, intending to hook his fingers into Sam's collar and pull him, if necessary.
Sam growled.
It was a low sound, very quiet, but it was unmistakable.
"You mutt," Harry growled back, keeping his voice soft. "Get down."
Sam growled again, inching up higher, interposing himself more fully between them, his warm, furry body pressing more tightly against Cassie's back.
She shifted again, muttering once more, obviously asleep. "No, Sam, not again. .. tired ..."
Harry blinked. His breath caught in his throat. His arm stayed outstretched, while Sam let go with another quiet growl.
Harry pulled his arm back. He sank under the covers. Those were nearly the same words she'd said to him!
Wi'd thoughts burst through his head. Impossible thoughts, unbelievable thoughts. After a long moment, he shook them from his mind. There had to be a rational explanation.
The same words, but with different names. She was asleep. She'd gotten mixed up. Yeah, that was it. Hell, you couldn't hold somebody accountable for what they said in their sleep.
When Harry came groggily, sleepily awake, there was a firm, mounded tit under his palm. He moved his head on the pillow and moaned softly, flexing his fingers around it.
He was dreaming of Karen. He knew that his prick was stretched rigidly under his belly, because his hips were moving up and down slightly, making the throbbing shaft fuck the bed.
He flexed his fingers around the tit and smacked his mouth sleepily. Then he opened his eyes with sudden realization that it wasn't Karen's pointed, jutting tit under his palm. It was Cassie's.
He turned his head toward her and lifted up slightly. The sheet was down to her waist. He looked at the tight little mounds, the dainty body.
Her head was turned away from him. Her hand was over the edge of the bed, moving gently over something. He heard the quiet thump-thump and knew she was petting Sam's head and making him drum the floor with his tail.
He took his hand from her tit, partly from a twinge of guilt for the way he'd been dreaming about Karen while fondling Cassie, partly for the way she was petting Sam instead of enjoying the attention he was finally giving her.
She paid attention then. She turned her head. "Don't stop, Harry," she said softly. "It feels good. Even if that's all you do, it feels good to have you squeeze my tit. That's better than nothing."
He looked at her again. She lay on her back, her tight breasts rising up and down with her breathing. Her blond hair was tousled over the pillow. She was getting a hell of a nice tan, he noticed, liking the way her tits were white, tight balls against her tanned chest.
"You know I've been preoccupied," he said. "Working my butt off to try to land that promotion. It's for your benefit too, you know, so don't complain all the time."
To his surprise, she didn't take up the challenge. "This is Sunday, Harry. You don't have to work your butt off today. You can fuck it off, instead." She smiled prettily at him and pushed the sheet below her waist, baring her gold-furred pussy mound.
His prick throbbed under his belly as he lay on his stomach. His mind began working, half of it going ahead to what he was going to do when he saw Karen again, the other half plotting a way to get away from the house and do it today.
"Yeah," he said finally, the solution coming to him. "I can fuck it off. But then I'll be shot for the game Brewster's got planned for this afternoon, and I can't afford that."
"Oh, Harry ...not again ..."
"And then he was talking about a huddle over dinner after that. His old rival is planning something for Monday morning, and Brewster wants ideas from Jess and me on how to counter him. Hell, I can't afford not to show up, Cassie." He grinned to himself. "It might even last pretty late into the night again. So, I can't really afford to drain myself by fucking around all day, honey. I'm sorry."
He looked at her. Surprisingly, her expression was rather bland, as if she didn't much care. It unnerved him a little.
"I guess you're right, honey," she said. "Your work comes first."
That undid him even more. "We can knock off a quickie right now, Cassie," he said, rising up on his elbows to look at her.
"If you want, Harry," she said.
He blinked. His eyes narrowed slightly. He watched her yawn casually. He saw her dainty little features, so cute and fresh. Her thighs parted slightly under the sheet, and he glanced down to see the way her puffy twat lips were more exposed.
Some bastard's been fucking her!
The little worm of thought suddenly exploded in his mind. It had to be. Just yesterday, she'd been crawling all over him before he'd left, wanting his cock up her hot, watering cunt. Now she didn't care whether he fucked her or not.
The two-timing little bitch! he thought savagely.
To his surprise, his cock strained fitfully under his belly, throbbing and pounding. He realized the absurdity of his feelings, that it was all right for him to fuck the shit out of Karen and not all right for Cassie to get dicked, but the realization didn't settle his emotions.
"Yeah," he said breathily. "I want."
He slipped his hand back to her tit. He leaned over her and kissed her. Her lips were firm and unyielding for a moment, and then they softened as she let out a little gasp and her tit swelled to a hard little ball under his hand.
His ego swelled with it. He'd show her. He'd ream her good. That would show her that she'd better not be fucking around with some half-hard stud ...show her which of them was better. It would also shut her up for another couple of weeks, until he'd had time to figure out what to do about taking up with Karen.
"Mmmmm," she hummed when he lifted his mouth away. "I've missed you, Harry."
"Have you?" he questioned. "Not too much, I hope. Not so much you'd do something stupid."
She looked at him, sucking in her breath slightly, confirming in his mind that some strange dick had been in her little body.
"I-I don't know what you mean, Harry," she gasped. "What.do you mean by that?"
He slipped his hand to her furred crotch and clamped his fingers around the curve of her twat, feeling the puffy lips mush between his fingers.
"I think I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he growled softly.
Again, to his surprise, her reaction was unusual. She gave him a hot look and opened her legs for his squeezing hand.
"You're on, Harry," she said raspingly. "I don't think you've got it in you any more."
"You'll see, baby-just as soon as I get it in you," he quipped.
He slid his finger up and down her pussy gap, being a little more brutal than he should have. As expected, her cunt gushed slippery honey almost immediately.
"Ahhhh, God!" she gasped, arching her spine, tipping her head back and lifting her pussy into his hand.
A piece of cake, he thought.
Maybe he'd come in her and maybe not. Maybe he'd pretend to and just save his big load for Karen's slippery, shaved twat.
He flipped the sheet the rest of the way off her body. He got over her, his cock stretching from his middle. He gripped it and looked down at the golden-haired twat, seeing the way the pink meat glistened, bet ween her puffy lips.
Her tan-and-white skin excited him. It made a triangular target of her middle, with the wet gash right at the apex of the bikini-shaped triangle of white.
He fell forward, not even caring if she was ready. His prickhead nosed between her pussy lips and slid into her hole. He rammed his cock up her cunt, like a bull raping a cow. That ought to turn her on, by God.
"Ahhhh, Harry!" she cried, lifting her cunt up around his spearing cock, taking the hard thrust into her slick pussy hole without a hitch.
Like oiled silk, he thought. Hot as hell. She was going to blast out her orgasm in about five seconds, which suited him just fine.
He lay heavily on her little body and banged his hips up and down, punching her pussy with his hard cock, making her whole body rock back and forth with the hard thrusts.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhh! God, Harry! That's the way! That's how to fuck! God, I love it! Do it harder!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
She lifted her legs. She wrapped them around his waist and clasped her heels over his butt. She let the round pad of one heel nose between the cheeks of his ass and press against his asshole.
Harry gasped. He'd felt superior as hell at first, a little condescending, even, for the way she was loving his hard, animalistic fucking.
But now his prick was stretching into her pussy, reaching for the slippery recesses of it. That heel in the ass-that was what Karen had done to him last night. Where had Cassie learned to do that? She'd never done it before.
"Oh! Ah! Fuck, Harry! Fuck harder!" she cried, lifting and shaking all around his steely dick, making her pussy mouth slip up and down the hard shaft and milk it.
To his astonishment, she was holding out. In fact, things were getting all turned around. He felt a thrill shoot through his belly and the way his prick swelled and throbbed inside her hot, working cunt, and he wasn't sure he was going to be able to hold his sperm back, even if he wanted to.
He banged and thudded against her. She rocked her ass up against his upper thighs, and he felt the round swells of the firm globes, the way his balls pounded against her upturned crack.
"Ahhhh, more, Harry! Do more!" she gasped.
He pounded harder. That wasn't what she'd meant, though, because she slid her hand between their bodies andt wrapped her fingers around his drenched, slippery, plunging shaft.
She arched her ass downward, and she pulled at his prick, and the hard cock slipped from her pussy.
"Cassie, what..." he gasped.
She looked at him heatedly. "I said I wanted more, Harry. This is what I want, not just more damn pounding."
Her rebuke stung him and made him feel inept as a fucker, instead of superior. Then his eyes bulged as she gasped and worked her hand where he could feel but not see.
His prickhead ballooned and pulsed, and his shaft jerked. "Cassie!" he gasped.
"There, Harry! There's what I want! Ohhhh, God-push! Fuck! Fuck it up my ass!"
His glans spread against the puckered, kissing mouth of her tight little asshole. He felt fire rush all through his body and make him shudder.
What the hell was going on here! Who'd taught her this!
"Eeeee, yes!" she cried throatily, her anal mouth pulsing and sucking at the tip of his prick.
She locked her legs around his butt again and pulled inward with them, making him fuck her ass, drawing his hard, throbbing shaft into her tight asshole.
"Cassie-it'll hurt!" he gasped.
"Do it! Do it!"
He pressed forward. His prickhead spread the tight muscular ring of her asshole. The slippery meat nosed deeper, then popped inside her dark, clinging channel.
"Ahhhh, yes!" Cassie cried, arching up.
"Honey, I'll kill you! My cock's too big for your little butt!" He panted and throbbed all over. This was insane! He'd tear her virginal little asshole to shreds.
And then it hit him. She must have gotten her ass cherried by that goddamn stud she'd let fuck her yesterday!
"Ahhhhrgh!" he growled throatily, bearing down on her upturned butt, making his big shaft sink deeper and deeper into her little ass.
"Ahhhh, Harry! That's the way!" she cried. "Ooooo, it burns, honey, but don't stop! Fuck my ass! Fuck it all the way into me and spray your hot sperm into me!"
His prick throbbed and stretched. The tightness of her anal mouth stripped the skin from his shaft, pulled stray hairs out by the roots, made his whole prick blaze with sensation.
The tight muscular ring clamped and clenched around his root, pulling and milking. Her spread, upturned pussy was like a pink, silky well overflowing with slippery cunt honey.
Her labia kissed his mound and oozed juice. The stuff became smeared all over his pubes and inner thighs and all over hers, until he was sliding around in it, his his prick glued into ther tight, clenching asshole.
"Cassie! Cassie!" he croaked. "You're taking it! All of it!"
"I took it!" she cried, correcting him, her eyes blinking, her body shaking all over, her tits jutting sharply from her chest.
"How?" he croaked. "You've never. . . we've never.. . who! Goddamn it, Cassie, who have you been fucking!"
He pulled back. His prick seemed caught in her tight ass. Her tissues clung to his shaft and pulled outward, making a stretching, clutching tube of her asshole.
"Eeee!" she cried, shuddering all over.
She wanted it up her ass, did she? Well, by God, she was going to get it good!
Harry pulled backward until his prick popped from her quivering asshole. Pussy juice ran from her flowing cunt and sucked into the pulsing opening quickly, making it terribly slick.
"Harry ...what..." she gasped, wanting him back in her butt.
He shifted quickly. He scooped his hands under her ass and lifted. He got to his back holding her up. He half slipped under her and half pulled her back over his stomach, just the way he'd fucked Karen last night.
"Harry ..." she moaned. "Ohhhh, darling ...who have you been fucking!"
His prick throbbed hotly. He felt her round little asscheeks quake and squirm against his belly. He felt her sharp little tits, sweeping his hands up and down them as she writhed with her back against his chest.
He felt her tight, hard nipples brush against his palms. He felt her thighs spread wide as her hands went to her crotch and her fingers wrapped around his prick and pulled and jacked at the horny, bucking shaft.
He slipped the pillow under the back of her head and gasped into her ear. "Stick it in again, baby ...if you think you can take a real ass-fuck!"
She groaned and bent his prick forward. The head nosed through the wet, running folds of her pussy mouth. She dipped her pelvis downward, rocking on the balls of her ass, and his cock shot into her silky, slippery cunt with a gush of juice.
"Ahhhh, fuck!" she cried.
"You're cheating, baby!" he gasped, pumping his hips, the feel of her hot pussy around his hot cock terribly good.
She ground her ass against him, keeping her pussy fully stuffed with his bursting prick. Then she rocked her hips wildly upward, and her cunt mouth stripped his shaft and nipped at the head and nearly drew his sperm up through the bucking tube just as his cockhead popped from her wet, wet hole.
Her fingers wrapped around the shaft again, jacking the slippery meat. He groaned under her, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to save it. This was one load Karen was going to have to do without.
Chapter Seven
Cassie had had plenty of time to think. She'd mulled it over most of the afternoon yesterday and most of the night as well. She'd made up her mind.
Now, the job was to make up Harry's mind as well.
The direct approach hadn't worked on him so far. There seemed no choice but to make an indirect approach, an appeal to him he wouldn't want to refuse.
Sam had given her the idea. Chet and Suzy had reinforced it, making her know beyond doubt that this was not a natural place to raise children ...was not even a healthy atmosphere for adults.
It was too sterile, too artificial. It made Harry believe that his promotion was more important than his family, then his own well-being. It made her frustrated and lonely and out of touch with the sights and smells of the earth, the good things of life.
She knew of no other way to convince him.
She slipped her fingers up and down his cock and lifted her butt from his abdomen slightly and raised her parted knees. She rocked her pulsing asshole upward and felt the little mouth pulse and quake.
She shivered with anticipation and a hint of fright. Sam's hot, pointed cock fucking into her asshole had been one thing, but the butt-splitting hugeness of Harry's prick a moment ago had been quite another.
She'd nearly screamed her head off when he'd fucked into her tiny, virginal asshole with the huge pole. But she'd held it back and had made her shout of agony come out as a shout of passion instead, knowing there was no other way.
She had to shock him. She had to go all out to recapture that part of him that had left her and had gone straying off into the plastic world of business.
She angled his prick toward nfer shivering asshole. She sucked in her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. You can do it, Cassie ...you've got to do it!
The wild, swollen mushroom of his prickhead touched her little anal mouth. Her butt hole pulsed and shivered and pursed out around it, as if kissing wetly.
The thick coating of slippery cunt honey would help, she knew. She let her ass down slowly, feeling the tight, slick anal ring stretch out around the velvety glans.
"Cassie!" he croaked, trying to fuck upward, trying to ram into her shivering little hole.
"Wait a minute, Harry!" she gasped, her eyes stinging, her lungs puffing. "Ohhhh, your prick's so big and hard!"
"Christ-ahhhh, Christ!" he groaned, his prick-head ballooning and pulsing hotly.
"Wait! There! Ohhhhhhh! God, my God! AHHHHGH!"
Her eyes watered. Her lungs stopped. A scream caught in the back of her throat. She shuddered all over violently and clamped her white teeth down over her lower lip to keep from crying out with pain.
She lay there and quaked as she felt her ass sink down and down, being impaled on the big pole of his prick. The anal mouth rippled and shuddered with the passage of his prick into her butt, the muscular ring catching on the bumps and veins of his shaft and then popping free as he inched into her ass.
"Aaaaaah!" he groaned, feeling the tightness around his shaft, the slipperiness of the rubbery asshole. "Baby ...honey ..."
"Ohhhh, all the way, Harry ...fuck it all the way up!"
The pain stopped. She could hardly believe it. Her whole bottom throbbed with a new sensation that swept through her little body and made her nipples jut from the ends of her tits.
She clawed at the bed. She cupped her tits. She held her hips and swept her hands up and down her inner thighs. She put her hands to her crotch and felt the stalk of the big shaft with the tips of her fingers, visualizing the sight of it disappearing up her little asshole.
She swept her fingers over her pussy mouth, feeling the way it was so open, so spread with the obscene parting of her knees. Juice poured from her cunt hole, running down her crotch to the piercing place of his prick in her butt, lubricating the big shaft mercifully.
She felt his cock throbbing and bucking inside her ass. The sensation was thrilling beyond belief. What Sam's dog prick had felt like, stroking in and out of her asshole, was a lilting tickle compared with Harry's throbbing, jerking rod.
She felt herself go slightly dizzy. Harry gasped at the side of her face as his hands held her tits tightly in his palms. Then he was kissing her, mashing his lips against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and writhing there.
"Ohhhh, Harry!" she cried. "I'm being fucked! My God, I never been so fucked in all my life!
Honey-ohhhh, honey, I can't keep my hands off my pussy! Isn't that terrible? I feel so shameless!"
He glanced down her body and watched her hand jiggle up and down over her running twat as she masturbated. His prick stretched and pulsed inside her ass with heat. He'd never once seen her masturbate her cunt before. Shit, she was turning out to be as hot and wild as Karen!
"God, honey ...what's happened to you!" he gasped.
His eyes shifted.
Cassie's heart pounded.
Sam jumped up onto the bed, sniffing and drooling, his tongue lolling far from his mouth. His red, thick shaft jerked and jutted back and forth from his sheath.
"Goddamn mutt ...get down!" Harry growled.
"Sam!" Cassie moaned. "Ohhhh, Sam ..."
Sam licked his chops, lowered his head, and thrust forward, his nose boring into Cassie's split, finger-parted pussy.
"Ahhh!" she cried, tossing her head, arching, her asshole squeezing and shivering around Harry's cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry blurted explosively.
His eyes bulged. His prick did a wild dance up her ass, partly from what he was witnessing, partly from the effect it was having on her and the way her anal mouth pulled and sucked at his bursting, jerking prick.
"Ohhhh, God!" Cassie moaned again, her fingertips spreading her cunt lips wide.
"He's licking your cunt!"
"God! God!" she yelled. "His tongue! It's slithering up my pussy! Ohhh, Harry ...it's wonderful! I can't believe it! Your big prick up my ass and Sam's long tongue up my pussy! Ahhhhgh, I'm going to come! Harry! YAAAAGH!"
She yelled throatily and thrashed back and forth, making her ass pull and yank at his tightly imbedded prick. The pulsations and spasms shaking her asshole gripped him so hard he couldn't fuck in or out.
She nearly passed out from the incredible sensation. Sam wouldn't stop licking. His tongue slithered around and around in her pussy, lapping up the great flood of cunt juice gushing from her convoluted tunnel.
Harry gasped and shook, unable to believe he was really seeing this ...really being a part of it.
"My God!" he shouted with a gasp, the word "hillbilly" forming on his lips like the most vile epithet he could think up.
Cassie felt it coming. She couldn't let it be said ...not now, not when he was just coming around.
She released her pussy lips and held Sam's sleek head, pushing him back. His tongue stretched and stretched as he tried to get a last lick at her running twat.
"Ass, Sam!" she cried. "Lick my ass!"
It happened as if he'd understood her, although it was probably because he was tired of stretching his tongue so far. He picked the nearest target, the red-brown, wrinkled asshole right under his furry chin.
He thrust his tongue forward, lapping with the broad width, slurping wetly. His tongue pressed into the tight, rubbery ring that suddenly had a different kind of flavor than yesterday.
"YAAAAGH!" Harry bellowed.
His hips shot upward, carrying Cassie's shaking ass with them, ramming his prick fully into her tight asshole. His butt cheeks clenched around the wet nose, the hairy muzzle, the thrusting, slithering, ass-reaming tongue.
It was all he said. His throat was stopped with gasps. The spasms from Cassie's asshole, the incredible stimulation from Sam's drilling, twisting tongue ...both made his steaming sperm shoot through his prick as if a geyser had erupted.
Cassie felt him come. Hot, slippery fluid bolted into her butt like an enema, foaming and bubbling and making her asshole unbelievably slippery.
Harry's prick shot back and forth frictionlessly in her butt now. Sperm began to foam from the plugged hole as he fucked it and made it spasm and jitter with pulsations.
Sam must have smelled the heady aroma. He sniffed and snorted with his wet nose, and then he lapped up under Harry's crotch, drenching his balls with the slavering tongue, and then making it slither alongside Harry's wet, imbedded root.
"Ahhhh!" Harry cried finally. "He's licking my cock! He's trying to ram it up your ass beside my prick!"
"Oh! Ohhhh!" Cassie moaned, shaking back and forth, feeling the way Sam's long tongue slithered all around her plugged, wet asshole and overshot it, lapping along the curve of her crotch to her pussy again.
He was prancing around excitedly between their spread legs. She saw his red, pointed cock dripping oil from the tip, shooting back and forth from his hairy sheath.
He gave a final snort and pawed at her belly, and then let out a yelp of excitement, his tail making huge circles in the air. He dipped his sleek head and bellied down and began crawling forward, up Cassie's stomach.
She gasped. She heard Harry groan with disbelief. She felt Sam's furry belly cover her own. He lapped at her tits excitedly, and then his haunches began flexing and jiggling.
"Ah!" Cassie cried sharply. "Ohhhh, Harry!"
"Get down, mutt!"
"No-no, don't..."
"You mean ...Cassie, you mean you want..." he gasped.
"Eeee, Harry! Harry!" she screamed tightly, flinging her arms around Sam's neck.
"Ahhhh, God! Wonderful! Two cocks at once, Harry! Ohhh, up my ass and in my cunt! God!"
Harry gasped and gasped. He couldn't keep his hips still. His prick slid in and out of the pulsing, clenching anal ring. It slid and bumped along the jabbing, thrusting line of Sam's dog shaft just on the other side of Cassie's thin membrane.
His prick jittered and pulsed. He looked straight up and saw Sam's long tongue licking in and out of his mouth as he fucked Cassie's steaming pussy with his pointed prick.
He could feel Sam's black, furry balls pat warmly into the crack of his ass and pelt his asshole. An image flared through his mind ...the image of Sam's cock missing Cassie's pussy and spearing pointedly into his wet asshole instead.
"Ah! Ah!" he gasped, his anus sucking and shaking suddenly, his prick stretching even farther into her wet asshole.
"Ohhhh, Harry! I'm going to come again! God, am I ever going to come! What wonderful fucking you give me! Kiss me-Harry, kiss me hard!"
She moaned and turned her head to the side. She pushed Sam's head out of the way. Her cheek was streaked with saliva. She opened her mouth and crushed her lips against Harry's, and she thrust her tongue halfway down his throat, sucking and pulling on his as if it were his prick.
Cassie moaned. She shuddered violently. She let her pussy open fully and surround the spearing, sperm-filled, knotted cock. She lifted her mound up against Sam's furry belly and felt the short hairs of his sheath prickle into her pussy lips.
She squeezed and squeezed, at her pussy and at her asshole, gripping Harry's throbbing cock. She pulled and milked at both of them, wanting her body flooded with sperm.
She got it. Sam growled softly and shook his head, his ears flapping. His haunches lunged downward, and his dog cock rammed all the way into her cunt and exploded.
Hot, pungent sperm blasted into her cunt. Her pussy lips bloated and shot outward, trying to enfold the sheath wobbling beneath Sam's red belly.
"Ahhhhgh!" Harry cried. "I can feel it! He's coming! Cassie, he's coming up your cunt! God, his prick's shaking against mine! Oh, ahhhhgh!"
Harry surged upward. His prick swelled and danced in the depths of her ass. His balls drew up and exploded, sending another wad of sperm into her butt.
His prick shook against Sam's and made the dog growl and shiver and blast off again as he pumped and fucked into his mistress's hot, drenched pussy.
"Eeeeeee-enough! Enough!" Cassie cried throatily, pushing at Sam.
The dog got up and stood over them, panting and grinning, ready for more. His prick dripped hot sperm onto Harry's inner thigh, and he nuzzled down and licked at the wet asshole and draining cunt a few final times, before curling up at the foot of the bed with one leg in the air and his muzzle buried in his crotch, licking at his swollen prick.
Cassie moaned and rocked on Harry's front, kissing him again and again, her pussy mouth and her asshole giving off little spasms of sensation.
"Oh, Harry ...I love you," she said passionately. "Darling, that was the most thrilling fuck I've ever had. I want more, Harry! More like that! Didn't you-"
"Ahhhhgh!" he growled, pushing at her back suddenly, being rather violent about it. His cock sucked and popped from her asshole and made her gasp with the quick sensation.
"Harry!" she cried, startled by his action as well. "Christ!" he swore, moving his mouth as if there were a terrible taste in it.
"Harry ...darling, what's the matter?" "You ...you ...you fucking hillbilly!" he yelled, unable to find a stronger word of disgust. "Letting a goddamn dog fuck you! Next, it'll be a pig! Then a goat! Then a fucking horse or a bull! You're disgusting, Cassie!"
Cassie recoiled, stung. She'd blown it. She'd failed miserably. Now she was never going to talk Harry into moving back to the farm, buying Ira's orchards, giving the kids a good place to grow up. Then she suddenly exploded. "You hypocrite, Harry!" she yelled, making him flinch backward. She lifted one trim leg high and pointed her crotch at him, letting him see her asshole. She squeezed slightly, and sperm bubbled out from it. "See that? Sam didn't leave that load up my ass! Your big cock did! You loved it! You blew your wad twice! Don't tell me how damn disgusting it was for you, Harry Martin!"
He sucked in his breath and licked his lips and tried not to look at the damning evidence running from her ass.
"At least Sam fucks once in a while. At least he can give me his full attention when he's doing it, instead of scheming up ways to stab this executive in the back or climb over that one to claw to the top. The top of what, Harry? What's going to be left of us when you get there? Don't you ask yourself that question?"
"We're going to have it made, damn you!" he cried.
"I don't want it made! I want to live! The kids want to live. Sam wants to run and bark and play with them. We all need that, Harry-even you, even though you're too fouled up with Brewster and Kingman and Felix and all the others to see it clearly right now."
She crawled toward him, putting her arms around his neck, gazing urgently into his face.
"Harry, listen to me. Did you ever eat a fresh peach? Warm and sweet and drooling with juice from the tree? Did you ever fuck a peach, Harry?"
"What!" he gasped.
"I'll do it with you, darling. You push the pits out. You slide the warm, silky, syrupy peaches down over your prick ...your hard, throbbing prick, Harry. Then I'll take one in each hand, like this, and move them up and down your hot cock ...like this!" she moaned, sliding her grasping fingers along his slippery dick, her hands going in opposite directions.
"Cassie-God..." he choked, his prick throbbing with the sensation and the imagery of how she would masturbate him with two juicy peaches.
"Then, darling ...just when you're moaning and thrashing and ready to come . . . then I'll eat the top peach and swallow it down and suck and suck after all the syrup I can find-like this, Harry!"
She gasped and moaned and removed her top hand, opening her mouth, sucking her lips down over his red, slippery prick as she held his root firmly with the other hand and jacked it.
Harry groaned and leaned back, unable to keep his hips from lifting. He looked at her and gasped again, seeing the yellow hair about his thighs, the soft lips stretched over his prick.
He felt her tongue lap and slurp along his shaft and sweep over his cockhead in a way that she'd never done before. She was totally abandoned this time, totally free and wanton.
She sucked and drew on his cock, washing all over it with her tongue, kissing and plucking with her soft, silky lips, and he could imagine that she was cleaning off his cock of all the syrupy-sweet peach juice there.
In spite of himself, he groaned and leaned backward and was ready to let her go ahead and make him come. But then it dawned on him just what she was saying ...just how she was trying to get him to give up what he had fought Jess Kingman so hard for in order to get him to move them all to hillbilly land to live.
"No-o-o!" he cried quaveringly, pushing her head away. His prick slipped from her lips with a sucking pop and throbbed redly.
"Harry, please!" she cried passionately.
"No!"
He sprang from the bed. The harshness of his voice made Sam look up and stick his head forward and let out a low growl.
He spoke more softly, but his tone was cutting. "You can go there if you want to, Cassie. You can have the kids, too, since you've already poisoned their minds with this farm crap. But I'm staying here. I'm going to live with decent, sophisticated people. I'm going to surround myself with the luxuries of life ...and some kind of meaning."
She looked at him. "What meaning, Harry? The next golf score? Is that really the essence of your life? That, and whether you can screw Jess before he screws you? What a waste, Harry. What a terrible waste."
She turned from him. She hugged Sam around his neck and sobbed softly. She heard him go into the bathroom and shower, and then she heard him leave.
She quit sobbing. She had failed. Crying wouldn't help.
Chapter Eight
Harry stood outside her door. He looked up and down the hallway first, as if half expecting someone to catch him there. Just as he lifted his knuckles to knock, he heard her voice on the other side of the door.
"Ohhhh, Jess ...do I get my reward, now, honey? My big, hard reward?"
Harry froze. His heart pounded. He swallowed cotton and pressed in a little closer, not believing his ears.
"What do you think I came up here for, Karen?" Jess responded.
"The tape."
"Well, yeah-that too."
"I think I ought to get more than just a good fucking for the job I did last night."
"Oh? Like what?"
There was silence. Harry pressed closer, his ear now glued to the door. If someone came down the hall right now, he was caught for sure.
"Mmmmm, Jess-stop trying to soften me up like that."
"Why not? You always did like for me to soften you up like this, remember?"
"Jess, now stop. I mean it. I need some money."
"Money! Aw, Karen ...come on. You know what I make. I can't afford to pay you anything. Besides, Sheila would raise hell."
"Let her," Karen said. "She knows we fuck. What difference does it make?"
"Well-she gets a little jealous, that's all."
"She wasn't jealous last night when she ate the cum right out of my pussy. I nearly pissed in her face."
"Hey, come on. What have you got against Sheila suddenly?"
"She's living with you, that's what."
Jess laughed softly. "Now who's jealous?"
"Well, why shouldn't I be? I don't like living without you, Jess."
"Honey, let's not go through that again, huh? You know we can't live together. I need Sheila for my image with Brewster, remember? That's the whole plan, sweetie. For me to beat dumb Harry out of this promotion so that I can get more money. Then, I'll cut you in on it, all right?"
"Oh ..."
"Come on, let's have the tape."
"I want to fuck first."
"All right," Jess laughed. "Still the same hot little twat, aren't you, baby. I'd have thought Harry took some of the steam out of your pussy last night."
"He was all right. Naive as hell. Oh, Jess-nobody can fuck like you, and you know it! God, I nearly raped you last niglit! If it hadn't been for that damn Sheila ..."
"She's not here now," he said thickly.
"Then fuck me, Jess! Fuck me and fuck me!"
Their voices dimmed. Harry's ear went bloodless as he mashed it up against the door. He could hear them still talking, and he visualized them going into the bedroom.
His heart pounded. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. A tape! What tape? What were they to each other? And all her moaning and groaning last night ...all fraud?
Unthinkingly, almost as a reflex, he put his hand on the knob and twisted. He was startled when the door cracked open. He sucked in his breath and stared at the narrow view of Karen's apartment.
He glanced guiltily up and down the hall again. Shit, he had to find out what was going on!
Stealthily, he crept into the room. He heard moans coming from the bedroom, the rustle of clothing. The door was open, but he couldn't see anything but the foot of the bed. It jiggled as he watched, and there was another moan.
Knowing he couldn't stand in the doorway and watch, he cast about the room until he saw the couch. It was the best he could do. At least, he'd be able to hear.
He got behind it, satisfied he could duck out of sight if one of them came out and then leave the apartment when he got his first chance.
To his delight, he saw a mirror on the front wall. Better still, because of the angles involved, he could see the bed and the two of them on it!
Karen was totally naked. Her tits thrust from her chest in that exciting way he remembered. Jess was pushing his pants off, and his prick sprang upward.
"Ohhhh, Jess!" Karen gasped, spreading her thighs wide, opening them to reveal her shaved, succulent pussy. "That cock! I always loved that cock!"
"And I always loved that slick, sweet pussy, baby."
"I've kept it bald for you, honey ...just for you. Remember how you used to suck and eat my hairless little pussy?"
"I remember the first time I fucked it," he said.
"I screamed with delight."
"You scared the shit out of me. I thought Dad was going to bust in and knock the shit out of both of us."
"I was only six, Jess. I didn't know there was anything wrong with fucking. Mom and Dad never said anything about the way we took showers together." "
"Ohhhh, Sis . . . " he groaned. "Give me that sweet, hot cunt! God, I'll never get enough of it!"
"Oh, I wish we could live together, Jess ...just like always! Just fucking and fucking! Ahhhh, God ...suck my cunt! Yes! Ohhh, that's what I like, Jess! Sweet brother ...you always did it just right forme!"
Harry's eyes bulged from his head. He watched Jess dive between her widespread thighs and open his mouth and glue his face to her open, hairless pussy.
Karen grabbed her tits in her hands and rolled them all over her chest, lifting her twat into Jess' face, moaning and thrashing, opening her body wide to him ...to him ...her brother!
Harry swallowed again. His mouth was dry and metallic-tasting. He watched Karen's willowy body thrash and twist, and he could hear the wet smacks of Jess' lips sucking at her flowing cunt, her bald, beautiful, treacherous cunt.
Everything began coming clear to him now. That was why they hadn't fucked each other last night ...because of Sheila's jealousy. Because Sheila knew she couldn't compete with the little sister he'd been fucking and sucking since Karen was six.
And the rest of it-the tape. What kind of tape? A recording? Of their fucking last night?
Harry swallowed again. He had the sickening feeling that he was exactly fight.
But wait! What good would a tape of all that fucking be to Jess? To blackmail him, of course ...to get him to give up the fight for the job.
"Ohhhh, Jess! God, you make me hot, honey! Yes! Yes, like that! Over my clit! Ahhhh! Now, in my pussy! God! God! Up my ass, darling! Fuck your tongue up my ass like ...ahhhhhgh!"
Harry watched in the mirror. Karen lifted her knees back to her tits and rocked on the small of her spine, lifting her asshole to Jess' sucking, kissing, lapping mouth.
She shuddered and pulsed, coming hard, her bald pussy wide open and squeezing, the pink tissues shaking and running with syrupy cunt honey.
"Ahhhh, now fuck me! Ohhhh, Jess ...fuck me! Slide your big cock into my bald, hairless, succulent, little-girl's pussy and come inside me!"
"Oh, God ..." Jess moaned softly, lifting his face from between her split thighs, crawling upward over her with his cock steely hard and throbbing.
Karen looked at him with hooded eyes. She wiped at his mouth and chin, smoothing her hand over his face, cleaning off the smeared pussy juice.
She cupped his face lovingly and pulled his mouth against hers, pursing her lips softly, stretching her neck with eagerness, kissing him and writhing under him as he settled over her.
"Lord, you're a hot one, Karen-always hot."
"Oh, come in me, Jess," she gasped, hitching her open pussy up, catching the tip of his prick in the silky, grasping mouth. "Remember that time in the bathroom, Jess? When you watched me shave my pussy and then fucked me on the toilet seat and came so hard we fell in? Ohhhh, come that hard this time, Jess!"
Jess groaned and let his cock throb at the entrance to her hot, wet pussy. Then he slid the bucking shaft into her silky hole, letting out a heated sigh at the same time she squealed and made her pussy suck him in.
Harry watched. There was a ringing kind of sound in his head. He felt his own prick throb and lurch in his pants, the stimulation of Cassie's soft lips and wanton, ardent sucking still with him, the tingle of Sam's tongue up his asshole still there.
Thought of Cassie made him pick up the thread he'd been pursuing before Karen had come. Blackmail. . . the tape . ..
Harry grinned suddenly. What the hell was he worried about? Let them play the tape to Cassie-so what? She was going to go back to the farm anyway, wasn't she?
His smile faded slowly. Maybe they weren't going to threaten him with playing it to Cassie. Maybe they were going to let Brewster hear it!
His mind whirled. He tried to think back on the wild night. God, how many times had Karen gotten him to blurt out that he loved her? What the hell did that matter, anyway? The descriptions ... the moans...
They started coming back to him. Another thing came back to him ...how clearly he'd been identified, his name repeated over and over.
But so had Jess's-and Sheila's .. . hadn't they?
He gulped. He couldn't remember. He had the crawling feeling that even if Jess' name or Sheila's had been spoken, they would be edited out. And, as far as Brewster knew, Karen could be anybody-any slut, any whore. Probably the woman who had greeted him so intimately at the club-but not Harry's wife, Cassie. And that was all Brewster would need to hear.
His knees shook weakly. He saw it all now. That was another reason Jess and Karen hadn't fucked last night-so that it wouldn't be on the tape. The tape that would be mailed to Brewster anonymously. The tape that would not only eliminate his chances for promotion but that would probably get him canned from the position he had.
God, he had to get the tape ...
He started out from behind the couch, then ducked back quickly at the sound of Jess' hoarse yell.
"Yaaaah, Sis! I'm coming! God, I'm gonna blast your hot pussy full!"
"Ohhhh, do it, Jess-sweet brother, do it! Ohhhh, I'm coming too, honey! Now! God, it's pumping and pumping my ...aaaaaagh!"
Harry watched them in the mirror as they ground together and shuddered and pulsed. Then they gasped and broke apart. True to form, Jess' prick was completely wilted, lying along his thigh.
"That was a beautiful fuck, darling," Karen said, kissing her brother, playing with his limp prick with her slim fingers.
"Now, how about the tape, honey," Jess said.
Karen reached into the little drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a cassette.
"In all its ribald glory, darling," she grinned, handing it to him. Just as he reached out, she pulled it back. "Jess, I really do need some money."
"I don't have any, Karen," he said, looking at her. "A little ...couple of hundred, maybe."
"Thousands, Jess," she said, her voice low and husky.
He was silent a long moment. Violence simmered just under the surface. "All right," he said finally, getting off the bed, standing up. He reached for his pants and stepped into them, seeming to dress quickly.
"Don't hurry off, honey," Karen said.
"Yeah, I've got to." He reached for the tape. She held it back. "I'll pay you tomorrow," he said.
"Then I'll give you the tape tomorrow, sweetie."
"Karen, for Christ's sake. I'm your brother! Don't you trust me?"
Karen laughed softly. She swept her fingers over her wet, draining pussy, massaging the puffy, naked lips. "Just to leave a big load inside my pussy, Jess," she said.
Harry was ready to come into the open and fight like hell for that tape, but Jess beat him to it. It happened terribly fast. Jess turned away with a laughing remark, then spun back and snatched the tape from Karen's hand and ran! Actually ran for the door, bolting through it before Harry could even shout.
From the bedroom, instead of violent outrage, there came a soft, long, rippling laugh. And then Karen spoke to the empty room.
"I've got your number, you prick! I got it a long time ago, Jess! You bastard! You double-crossing shit! You just foxed yourself ...again! You never could keep up with me! I hope you like Lawrence Welk, sweetie, because you've got a whole hour of him there!"
She laughed loudly, then, chortling and smug.
Harry watched her spring from the bed. She disappeared into the bathroom. Water ran. She came back out, slipping into pants and a knit top. She went out of sight again. He didn't know what to do, whether to stay hidden or to confront her.
He knew one thing. If she wouldn't give the tape to her brother, she sure as hell wasn't going to hand it over to him without demanding a price he couldn't afford to pay.
She came swiftly from the bedroom-so fast he nearly didn't have time to duck out of sight behind the couch again. He heard the door open and close and lock, and then there was stillness.
He got up. He watched the door. He went into the bedroom and looked at the rumpled bed ...the same big platform they'd fried him on last night.
He saw a spot of wetness. He caught the faintly heady aroma of her cunt juice, a touch of her perfume. Curious, he checked around the headboard and saw the microphone. He traced it to the recorder inside_the nightstand.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stared, remembering it all, running it through his mind one more time.
He'd been whipsawed by a pro. Next to Karen, Jess was still learning, and Harry hadn't even been born yet. She'd not only double-crossed him, used him, sucked him in completely, she'd done the same thing to her brother.
And he'd considered dumping an honest, sweet girl like Cassie for her, just because she could make his cock spurt!
His words to Cassie rang hollowly through his head ...decent, sophisticated people. Worthwhile. Noble and honorable.
He looked around the room in a daze. He could go to Brewster directly. Tell the man of his indiscretion, plead for another chance. But then . . .
Harry sighed heavily. He got up. He slouched toward the door. Too damn much was happening all at once. He had to think, had to work this out in his mind somehow.
Even Brewster-there was something not right about the way Brewster wa$ handling this selection between Jess and himself. The competetion he caused was too severe, divisive, unhealthy. Cutthroat.
For the first time, Harry wondered if it was all worthwhile-if maybe Cassie hadn't been right after all.
Chapter Nine
Cassie didn't know how it had happened. Perhaps from the sadness inside her, the sense of loss, the knowing that they had reached the point where they couldn't live together any more.
However it had happened, she moaned and opened her mouth against the pillow and lifted her ass backward and up for him.
"Ohhhh, Sam ...fuck me again, you beautiful dog," she groaned. "God, drive it into me and fill my aching pussy and make me forget, Sam!"
Sam wagged his fail. He got to his feet behind her and dropped his head, thrusting his wet nose forward, into the crack of her ass.
He lapped upward with his long, broad tongue, making Cassie moan again. Only it was with a sense of resignation this time ...a kinship feeling with Jenny-Sue.
She never thought she'd feel that way. She never thought she'd ever forgive or understand what had made Jenny-Sue be the way she'd been.
She felt Sam paw at her firm, round butt. He snorted in her crack and lapped again, his tongue licking from her wet pussy to her puckered, quivering, needing asshole.
He mounted her butt. His furry belly came against her ass. The urgency was out of him this time, but she didn't mind. It was out of her, too. She simply wanted the momentary oblivion of a crushing orgasm. And another chance to become terribly used to having Sam as her lover.
His pointed prick thrust against the back of her thigh, inside the cleft of her ass, right into the groove. Everywhere but in her pussy, where she wanted him.
She reached under her body, between her thighs. She searched with her fingers. Her body rocked back and forth as Sam thrust against her, trying to sink his prick into the softness of her hole.
She felt around his sheath. She felt the slippery shaft of his red, hot prick. She moaned as she touched it, and she felt a spark of life come into her body.
She remembered the Shetland's big cock, the monstrous tube Jenny-Sue had fed. into her fat-lipped pussy. Cassie wondered if she would end up doing something like that-if the conversion would one day be complete.
She groaned and fitted the pointed tip of Sam's prick into her pussy mouth. Sam thrust and humped, and his cock swelled and shoved deeply inside her. He growled softly and moved against her butt, covering her silky cheeks with warm fur.
She didn't hear the door open. But she heard Suzy's heated little gasp. "Ooooo, Mommy! Sam's doing it to you again, Mommy!"
Cassie turned her head. Her pussy mouth spasmed around the imbedded cock. She saw her pretty daughter's wide eyes. She was wearing the panties to her bikini. She had the halter in her hand, and Cassie looked at the little bumps of her budding tits.
"What is it, Suzy?" she asked.
She felt dizzily nonchalant. She had her naked ass thrust up and the family dog covering it, fucking his prick into her pussy, and all she did was turn her head and ask, what is it.
No shame. No guilt. She felt beyond those emotions. Or maybe it was the thought that the pattern would be repeated anyway. Why not now? The girl had already been cherried by her brother.
There was a whole world of cocks out there. It was better that Suzy learned to love them than to be ashamed over the way her pussy yearned for them.
Suzy stared, her eyes wide. She came closer. She looked hard. She bent down slightly, her little nipples hardening and itching. She watched Sam's prick fuck in and out of her mother's pussy.
"Ohhhh, Mommy-that looks...". She shivered. She dropped the bikini halter and the broken strap she'd wanted her mother to fix, and she thrust her little hand into her panties and squeezed her hairless, young pussy hard.
"Does this look exciting to you, Suzy?" Cassie asked.
"Ohhhh, yes!"
"Did you like being fucked yesterday?"
Suzy looked at her quickly.
"Honey, don't lie to Mommy. I know you and Chet were fucking in the kitchen. You hollered it out, remember? Did you like it?"
Suzy nodded her head and squeezed her pussy harder.
"Well, I'm glad of that. I didn't like it the first time. I was scared. My brother got in tons of trouble for fucking my cherry out of me. That's why I didn't scold you or Chet yesterday, honey, even though I knew."
"I thought you'd really be mad, Mommy." She shook her hand up and down inside the panties. "Daddy would have killed us, Chet says."
"Yes, he probably would have. But he doesn't know. And I'm never going to tell him. But a girl has to take certain precautions with boys, sweetie, or she'll end up with a baby." .
"I know, Mommy."
"You don't have to worry with-with Sam," Cassie gulped.
Her head spun. What was she doing! What was she saying!
"Is that why you let him fuck you, Mommy?"
"That was why my cousin, Jenny-Sue, taught her dog, Goober, how to lick and fuck, honey. That way, she knew she was always safe. But that was a while ago, before the pill and other things."
"Can-Mommy, can I have Sam fuck me, too?" Suzy gasped.
Cassie looked at her daughter. She felt Sam's prick swell and jerk inside her cunt. She heard the soft growl and felt the sudden rush of sperm.
"Ohhhh, Mommy-what's Sam doing?"
"He's coming, darling." " "In your pussy?"
"Uh-huh. Ohhhh ..."
"Mommy-your face is getting red. Ohhhh, are you coming too?"
"Y-Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, God!" Cassie cried, feeling her pussy mouth shudder and squeeze around Sam's swollen prick.
"I want to come too, Mommy! Let him fuck my pussy too!"
The door opened again. Cassie looked around quickly this time. She gasped. Chet stood there. There was a strange woman with him. They both stared.
"Ohhhh, God-Chet! Why didn't you knock!"
"Jesus, Mom!" he cried. He looked at his little sister, who had just shoved her panties down and bared her hairless pussy.
"Ohhhh, my God!" the woman moaned, her eyes dark and warm and liquid, her voice sultry and low. She strode into the room, her-big, pointed tits jiggling inside the knit top. "Don't stop, Cassie ...don't stop!" she cried.
"Who the hell are you!" Cassie cried. She was trying to push Sam from her butt, but his prick was stuck. He didn't want to quit fucking her, either.
The woman stripped off the knit top and tossed it to the floor. Her pointed tits shook and swelled, the nipples stretching to big, rubbery nubs. She pushed her pants to the floor and swept her hand up over her mound with a stimulating touch. She turned to face Cassie and lift her knee to the bed. Her pussy was shaved as bald as little Suzy's.
"My name's Karen," she moaned, coming onto the bed. "I have something for you to hear, but it can wait. Oh, God ...it can wait!" She moved her hand over Sam's hunching flank. "Does he fuck in the ass, too?"
Chet stood in the doorway. His prick was thick and stiff against the front of his pants, trying to spring free. He stared at all the succulent cunt and beautiful tits until his eyes felt as if they would bulge from his head.
"She ...she just came in when I opened the door, Mom," he rasped, trying to explain, his mind not really on it.
"Ohhhhh, I want him-I want him up my ass!" Karen cried,, swirling her hand over her bald pussy, masturbating openly, pulling at Sam's haunches.
Sam whipped his head around.. He barked at her. Then he looked at her swirling hand and got a whiff of her naked cunt, and he wagged his tail and licked his tongue far out of his mouth toward her.
Sam pulled his prick from Cassie's cunt finally. Cassie rolled to her back and propped herself in a sitting position, watching the strange woman with disbelief.
Karen thrust her hairless pussy against Sam's muzzle and tossed her head back and cried out with passion when the long tongue licked all the way under her crotch and. lapped through the slippery, pink meat of her pussy.
"Ahhhh, what a nice doggy!" she cried.
She whipped around, thrusting her ass toward Sam. She acted as if no one else were there, oblivious to them all. She acted as if it were her bedroom and her house and her dog, even.
"Up, fella-up! Ohhhh, fuck that hot, red prick into my asshole!"
"Man, I will if Sam doesn't!" Chet blurted.
Cassie looked at him. His cock was jutting from the gap in his pants, throbbing and red and surprisingly big. She understood now why Suzy had hollered so yesterday.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Karen cried, spreading her cheeks with her hands. Sam mounted her ass, his haunches hunching already, his red-tipped prick probing for her hole.
He hit it. His aim was getting pretty good. "Yaaaah!" Karen cried, lifting her head. Apparently she spotted Chet's prick for the first time. "Ohhhh, bring that prick over her, Chet, and I'll suck it off for you!"
"My God!" Cassie cried. "Who the hell are you! What are you doing in my house! How dare you offer to suck my boy's cock!"
"Don't bitch at me like that, honey," Karen said, her butt churning under Sam's fucking. "Ahhhh, God ...now I know why Harry was so goddamn horny last night! What a fucker!"
"Harry?" Cassie gasped.
"No, not him-this dog! Ahhhh, God! You fuck with the dog, and you let Harry get so horny he spouts like a hose! Now I know why he was such a sucker for my hot pussy!"
"Harry?" Cassie gasped again.
In spite of his mother's outrage, Chet had moved forward, holding his prick with his hand. He aimed it unsurely toward Karen's face, the organ swelling and throbbing.
Karen reached out to grab it. Her lips pursed. She sucked his young prick into her mouth with a single slurp, her tongue washing over it.
"Holy shit!" Chet yowled, his knees buckling. "Ahhh, she's eating my cock alive! God, I'm gonna come already!"
"Chet! Chet!"
"Mom, I can't ...Yaaaaagh!"
His hips shot forward. His prick disappeared into Karen's mouth. His young balls pumped and pumped, and his youthful cream shot into her mouth and hosed down her swallowing throat.
Suzy watched her brother and sidled toward the bed. "Mommy ...Mommy," she said, reaching for the security of her mother's arms.
Karen sucked and drew, draining Chet's young balls. Then she opened her mouth around his prick and let out a hot groan.
"Ahhhhh, I'm coming! Hot sperm in my mouth! A dog fucking my ass! Ohhhh, wonderful, wonderful!"
She shuddered and shook her ass tightly against Sam's bumping, hunching belly, sucking his pointed prick deeply into her butt. Sam growled and licked his chops, drooling saliva along Karen's back, blasting hot sperm into her asshole.
Cassie gasped. She held onto Suzy tightly. She felt as frightened as her daughter. She didn't know what to make of this strange woman, who came into the bedroom like a whirlwind and fucked and sucked and masturbated and talked about Harry being horny and fucking her last night.
"God! My God, who are you!" she cried again, watching her son empty his spurting prick into her mouth.
"She's a rotten, double-crossing bitch, that's who!" the strong male voice thundered into the room.
Cassie looked up with a gasp. "Harry!" she cried.
He surveyed the room, seeing it all. Karen sucked her mouth from Chet's prick, licking a drop of sperm from her chin, squeezing the shaft so that another bit bubbled out so that everybody could see that he'd shot his load into her mouth.
"Darling!" Karen cried. "Ohhhhh, Harry-you didn't tell me you had such a wonderful dog! I came in and saw him fucking Cassie, and I just couldn't help myself!"
"No doubt," Harry said gratingly.
He looked at Cassie. Cassie couldn't hold his gaze. Suzy patted her shoulder bravely, turning to face her father.
"Don't be mad at Mommy, Daddy. She was letting Sam fuck her so that she wouldn't have a baby."
"She was, huh?" Harry said, looking his daughter's young, budding body up and down. "And you were going to get fucked by him next, I suppose."
"Yes!" Suzy said defiantly.
"Oh, God," Cassie moaned, covering her face with her hands.
"Cherried by a goddamn dog, huh?"
"No, Daddy. Chet cherried me yesterday with his prick."
"Holy shit, Suzy!" Chet blurted. "Shut up!"
Karen laughed. Her lips crinkled up with mirth, and she let a cold kind of laughter peel from her throat.
"Harry the magnificent," she mocked. "Everybody's getting fucked but poor Harry. Except for last night, when my hot pussy and sucking asshole gave you the time of your life! God, what a family! Brewster would love having you for his key man, wouldn't he?"
"What are you doing in my house?" Harry growled at her. "You can tell me before I kick my foot up your ass or after, it's all the same to me."
"You're not going to touch me, darling ...except to fuck that never-ending prick into my hot pussy whenever I want it to. I made a tape of your amorous spoutings, darling. I came here to see how much you're willing to pay for it."
"Nothing," he said.
"Then I'll send Cassie a copy, darling. I'm sure she'd love to hear all the nice things you had to say about her, wouldn't she?"
Cassie gasped. She looked at her husband. He balled is fists and set his jaw. He looked back at her. She swallowed and faced Karen.
"I know exactly what he said about me, Karen," she said levelly. "He said I was a hillbilly. He said I was a dumb hick. He said I never let him fuck me in the ass or let him shoot his load into my mouth. I know exactly what he said about me, you bitch."
Karen looked at her. Her mouth fell open. She turned her head and looked at Harry. She wasn't so cocky any more.
"All right, then how much would you pay for me not to send it to Thornton Brewster?"
"Nothing," Harry said again.
Cassie looked at him with shock. He had a funny grin on his face. He came into the room and put his hand on Chet's shoulder paternally, ignoring the fact that his son's pants were around his ankles and that his stiff young prick was still dripping sperm.
"Nothing?" Karen croaked with disbelief.
"Nothing," Harry repeated. "I took a long drive after I left your apartment."
"You what?"
"Yeah, I was there, baby. You left the door unlocked after you let Jess in. I watched you fuck. I stood behind the couch and watched in the mirror and heard everything."
"You're lying!"
"Then how would I know he's your brother, huh? How would I know he popped your cherry when you were six? And remember that time when he came so hard fucking you on the toilet that you fell in?"
Harry grinned. Karen stared at him. "You bastard!" she cried.
"Me? Me, a bastard? That's funny. What do you call Jess? What do you call yourself? You double-crossed your own brother with a phony tape when he wouldn't pay you money for the job you did on me! And I'm the bastard?"
Karen gasped. Sam pawed at her round ass, wanting to fuck her again. Her eyes shifted furtively and then switched back to Harry. Harry followed her gaze and saw her purse on the dresser..
"You want to know why your threat with Brewster doesn't scare me, Karen? As I said, I went for a long drive when I left your place. I thought and thought. About the tape ...what might be on it. Oh, you did a terrific job on me. One that would have an ordinary wife screaming bloody murder, but then Cassie isn't an ordinary wife. Not by a long shot. Your blackmail scheme won't work with her, as you just heard."
He inched toward the dresser. He saw her eyes flick toward her purse again, and he couldn't help another grin.
"As for Brewster-well, I hope, frankly, that you've already mailed the tape, or whatever you were going to do with it to get it to him. Because when he hears it, he's going to know exactly who the other man on it is."
"He can't! None of us said Jess' name once! I played it back twice and listened carefully! You started to, but Sheila cut you off. There's no way Brewster will know! Just your name ...loud and clear! And mine, but he doesn't know I even exist."
Harry laughed softly, taking another step toward the purse, seeing her lick her lips as he neared it.
"Jess called me something, baby. Something as distinctive to him as if he'd shouted his name into the microphone."
"What! You're lying!"
"His pet name for me, baby," Harry said. "Even if Brewster doesn't recognize the voice, he'll sure as hell recognize who said the pet name. And then Jess' ass is just as guilty as mine. Worse, even, because Brewster's no dummy. He'll wonder why there's just my name on all that tape. And yours. But not the other man's or the other woman's. And he'll know it's a setup."
"You're bluffing!" Karen snorted.
"He fires people for back-stabbing. Wasn't that what Jess said? All I have to do is tell him what happened and let him hear the tape, and he'll know. Then you'll have Jess to worry about. And Sheila."
"What name?" she cried. "What pet name?"
"You want me to tell you so that you can go erase it? I might have been stupid last night, baby, but this is today." He reached out slowly, watching her, and picked up her purse.
"Put that down!" she squalled, jumping off the bed in a rage.
"Sam! Guard!" Harry commanded.
Sam flew from the bed, growling loudly, snarling and flashing his long teeth. He stanced himself between Harry and Karen and barked deafeningly, bringing her to an immediate standstill.
"My God!" she gasped.
Harry grinned, opening the purse. "On the other hand," he said casually, "maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell you, seeing as how the tape is right in here." He lifted it out.
"That's not the real one," she said, looking from
Sam to him and back to the big setter again. "It's another fake, just like what Jess took from me."
"No, it isn't," Harry said.
"I'm going to take that from you, Harry. I'm going to kick your balls and ruin you and take my tape back."
"You're not going to budge, baby, or Sam will bite your pussy off."
"What do you mean? I just gave him the best piece of ass he's ever had. He loves me, don't you, Sam?" she said, extending her hand.
Sam's lips curled upward, and a warning rattle came to his throat again. Karen looked sick.
"All right, Harry-you win," she said.
"Yeah. I win all around, baby. And you lose. You and Jess. Because I'm going to mail this tape to Brewster myself. Hell, I want him to hear it now. I want him to hear Jess call me old buddy over and over."
"Harry!" Cassie cried. "Honey, you can't!"
He glanced at her. Then he looked closely, his eyes shifting from her to Karen and back again.
"I didn't know what I had, Cassie," he said, his voice soft and warm. "I was ready to trade you in on her. Can you believe I was really thinking that stupidly, honey?"
"It won't work, you bastard!" Karen cried. "You'll get the sack too!"
Harry smiled. He shrugged. His voice was soft and lilting. "But, I don't care any more, Karen," he said.
"Harry! Oh, Harry!" Cassie cried.
"Out, Sam!" Harry commanded. "Get her outside!"
Sam wagged his tail and looked puzzled, until Harry pointed toward the door. Then he understood. He butted his nose against Karen's crotch and growled. She backed up, and Sam followed her, herding her out the door.
"Give me my clothes!" she wailed.
"What for?" Harry grinned. "They only get in your way. You have to take them off before you can fuck."
"You nasty prick," she swore, backing into the hall as Sam continued to growl and butt at her.
Cassie got off the bed! She scooped up the pants and knit top and handed them to Karen. "Believe it or not, Karen, I'm glad you came. But don't come back. Don't ever come back," she said.
Karen looked into Cassie's eyes. She snatched the clothes away. Harry tossed the purse to her ...minus the tape.
"Thanks for the favor, bitch. You made me see the light."
She growled. She whipped around and hurried for the door, pausing only to get into her clothes. Sam saw her out, then turned back, head lowered, tail wagging, a big grin on his face as his tongue lolled.
Cassie turned to Harry. "Honey-did you ... did you really mean what I thought you meant?"
He put his hands on her naked waist. He looked at her for a long moment, in a way he hadn't done for a long, long time. He was aware of the way his naked children were watching him. He grinned at them and then pulled his wife to him, pressing her naked tits into his chest, wrapping his hands around her tight ass and pulling her pussy against his prick.
"We're moving to the farm," he announced. "We'll buy Thackery's orchard and go live th ..."
"Daddy! Daddy!" Suzy cried, running to him, hugging him around the neck, having to jump up onto him to reach that high. Her naked legs spread around his waist, and her budding little tits pressed against him.
"Oh, Harry-that's wonderful!" Cassie cried.
"Yeah, Dad-that's terrific!"
Cassie looked at her son. "Oh, Chet ...look at your..."
He glanced down. His cock was hard as iron. He stared at his mother's naked pussy and at her swelling tits.
Cassie gasped and looked at Harry. Harry sucked in his breath, all too conscious of the warm wetness passing through his shirt from Suzy's hairless pussy pressed tightly against him.
"Harry..." Cassie whispered.
"Daddy, I'm so happy!" Suzy cried, shaking her little butt in his hands, making her pussy rub against his belly. "Ohhhh, I'm so happy I could fuck you!" She giggled.
"Harry? ..." Cassie said again, her arm around Chet now.
"Oh, honey ..."
"Just once? Just so that we all know we're all together at last ...forever?"
"I . .. "
"It'll be the beginning, Harry. Of a good life."
"Cassie, that's . . . crazy!" he gasped. "You and me, Cassie, but..."
"Then what about them, Harry? What do we tell them? Don't? They already have! What's the point, Harry?"
"It's ...it's just wrong, Cassie!"
"And what we've been doing is right? You can't believe that now. You can't!"
"Daddy, my pussy really tickles," Suzy said softly, hugging him. "Mommy said Sam could fuck me. Can he, Daddy? You won't be mad, will you?"
He sucked in his breath. He looked at his wife again and then at his cute little daughter.
"Mad and jealous as hell, honey," he grinned at her.
Cassie came up to him. She kissed him. He felt her hand work at his fly. The zipper went down. She reached into the gap and pulled out his prick. It stiffened immediately. She held it. She looked into his eyes and then into Suzy's.
"Slid down Daddy's chest, honey. Do it slowly."
"Cassie!" he gasped.
But then the soft, tender little body began to inch downward, and the fresh, tight, silky lips of Suzy's pussy wrapped around his blazing prick- head.
"Ohhhh, Daddy ..." Suzy gasped, her lips soft, her eyes wide with innocence and desire. "Ahhhh, it's going in my pussy, Daddy! Ohhhh, I love it! I love fucking!"
Harry's knees nearly buckled from under him. He went to the bed. He couldn't stand any more. Very carefully, he lay on his back, his prick inching into Suzy's little cunt.
Cassie and Chet got onto the bed beside him. Cassie lay on her back. She turned her head to face Harry. She kissed him hungrily. Then she moaned with heat as Chet slid his horny young prick into his mother's hot cunt:
Sam sat beside the bed. He watched for a moment. Then he yawned and padded off to the corner and slumped onto the bloor, his eyes winking as he settled his head between his paws and snoozed.
