Naked Denise was the mirror image of her nude twin, Deirdre. A pair of lovely blonde teen twins, with nasty habits.
Deirdre lay on her back on the bench, her long blonde hair spilling down to the floor. Her legs, bent at the knees, straddled the bench on which she lay, with her feet on the floor and her thighs spread.
Equally naked, Denise stood straddling Deirdre's head, her blonde-bushed wet-lipped cunt quivering above her twin's face.
Depraved Deirdre was being done at both ends.
Her twin, Denise, lowered her steamy crotch on Deirdre's face, whose open mouth fastened to the simmering cunt.
At the same time, Deirdre's cunt was lapped by a long pink tongue -
And what a tongue it was!
For it was the oversized tongue of Deirdre's four-legged lover, the dog who crouched in front of her, licking her cunt!
And, after she had been well-licked, Deirdre would reverse position and turn up her cunt for some dog-style fucking -
With a real dog!
-The Publisher
Chapter One
They kicked him off the carny circuit. They confiscated his 8mm and Super-8mm films, and put him out of the sex movie biz. Nobody would take a chance on booking any of his live sex shows - they were just too hot to handle. Even in the anything-goes underground of subterranean S&M exhibits, he was persona non grata. So illicit Al Bunky, sex entrepreneur, drifted lower and lower in society's netherworld. But he never gave up hoping and praying and seeking one unholy miracle.
And what do you know?
He found one!
He found what he was looking for on the top floor of the Holcomb Hotel in downtown Farmingdale's sleazy vice district. He found it when he came across the hotel maid being raped by a big black dog -
It was late afternoon on a March weekday. But it was morning for Al Bunky, who had gotten out of bed not long before.
He had a colossal hangover. Not a drop could be scrounged from the trio of empty half-pint bottles of hooch strewn about his hovel of an apartment.
But that was okay, Al told himself after holding an upended empty bottle to his mouth for some few minutes, which had failed to produce even a droplet.
That was okay. He didn't need the hooch. He drank too much, smoked too much. What he needed was breakfast, some solid food.
Down the street from his hotel was a greasy spoon diner. Al Bunky returned at twilight to the Holcomb.
He carried a hefty brown paper bag, bulging, stained with oozing grease. It held two double cheeseburgers and a container of black coffee.
In his coat pocket was the comforting weight of a fresh, untapped bottle of booze which he had picked up to fortify himself.
He'd better eat, drink, and be merry, for he was low on the dough ...
It was a nagging worry. But the booze would wash it out of his mind.
He crossed the lobby. Quiet day - the big parade of Johns, whores, perverts, and drifters which thronged the Holcomb hadn't yet begun.
Clerking at the desk was wan-faced Ollie Laminol, the night man. Usually, Al shot the breeze with him for a couple minutes.
But today, Al was in a hurry to wolf down that chow, so he could have a nice foundation for when he started drinking.
So, he flashed Ollie the high sign, and called a cheery greeting to him, on his way to the elevator.
But the single elevator was somewhere on an upper floor. Al knew it would take just about forever for it to finally get down to the lobby. Besides, there were some welfare mothers with their noisy, troublesome brats in the hotel, and one of the little bastards might be playing games with the elevator, seeing how long he could keep it stuck on the upper floor, for instance.
So Al Bunky eschewed the elevator and took the stairs.
Which was a lucky break for him!
Because if he hadn't taken the stairs that day, Al Bunky never would have begun the path which would lead him to a pair of the most perverted little wanton beauties it had ever been his pleasure to lay eyes on.
To just plain lay, period.
No thoughts of destiny prompted Al Bunky to take the stairs, only the ominous rumblings of his empty belly, and his burning thirst.
It was a bitch of a bastard, having to climb those flights of stairs. Lucky the hotel only had five floors. Al lived on the fifth.
A long climb ...
He pushed open the fire exit door, stepped into the stairwell.
It was dark, dim, litter-strewn, and smelled of piss. Al drew the booze from his pocket. He wanted, needed a drink bad.
But it stank too much down here. Maybe it would be better on the upper landings ...
Climbing was brutal. Al was out of shape, with a king-sized hangover.
His heart hammered. His fragile skull boomed like a struck gong each time his pulse pounded in his ears.
His trembling hand oozed cold clammy sweat as it clutched the railing. He huffed and puffed when he reached the first landing, eyes watering.
"Jesus - !!"
He was so weak, he barely could muster the strength to uncap the bottle. He took a long pull, pouring cheap rot gut down his gullet.
It burned.
Sighing, he wiped the back of his mouth. He was going to recap the bottle but he figured what the hell, he might as well have another snort before putting it away. So, he did.
The second floor was reached, the third ... it seemed those flights of stairs just reached up endlessly.
On the third floor, he treated himself to another belt. The bottle was now one-third gone.
He'd better lay off the sauce or the bottle would be done by the time he reached the apartment on the fifth floor.
He kicked something, sending it scuttling into the riser of the next flight of stairs. He looked down to see what it was.
A paperback - "Gestapo Torture Whores".
It looked pretty good. Al Bunky reached to pick it up, then he saw that the come stains on it were still wet.
"Well, fuck that!" he muttered. Al was a big one for muttering.
He looked down at his shoes, checking to see if he had smeared any of the stuff on them, but they checked out okay.
He was getting nervous. The burger grease was oozing through the bottom of the bag, and he feared that the saturated paper would soon give way. He could carry it in his palm, but he didn't want to get all that grease on him.
On the fourth floor, he heard something.
He paused, motionless.
A female moaned, choked off a sob.
Another voice muttered, growling ominously.
Al Bunky flashed a sour grin. Somebody probably getting a blowjob on the fifth floor landing ... that's where the sounds came from.
Or else some fucking junkie was shooting up, or a pair of the scumbags were arguing over who got to stick a spike in their veins first.
Christ! Al thought. What a fucking dump! I gotta get out of this shithole ...
He turned, reached for the fourth floor exit door. Might not be such a smart idea to go up to the fifth floor and present himself as a target for a mugging on the deserted stairwell.
Then the sounds came again: sobbings, scufflings, mutterings, growlings.
What the fuck is going on up there?! Al wondered.
He lived by minding his own business. But if somebody was getting raped in the stairwell, it might be his business.
Especially if it was one of the welfare mothers' underage kids, instead of some junkie whore ... the cops would be crawling all over this place.
And he didn't need that. A night creature by nature, Al Bunky shunned the light and heat of the law.
Besides, life was funny. Since he had been seen by witnesses going up the stairwell, he could wind up as a suspect in whatever crime was going on up there.
If the cops started running a close check on the background of some of the hotel's permanent residents, Al Bunky could be in big trouble.
But, most of all, it was plain old prurient curiosity and unquenchable voyeurism which drove Al Bunky onward.
I'll just take a look, he told himself, just a peek to see what the fuck is going on up there ...
Just a peek ... they won't even know I'm there. Then, if I can handle the action, I'll step in; if not, I'll fade away, maybe report it to the desk ...
The floors were separated by two flights of stairs each.
Al carefully placed his wing tip shoes on the stairs, making little sound. He pressed his back against the banister.
He tried to see up to the fifth floor, but whatever was going on was taking place on the landing.
He rounded the corner, stood at the next landing. One more flight of stairs stood between Al Bunky and - what?
Something was happening up there.
A bare light bulb, one of the few unbroken bulbs in the place, burned on the ceiling. The shadows of the persons on the fifth floor landing were cast down on the wall of the stairs.
There were two of them, two shadows, one in a human form. The shadows came together and apart.
Female sobbing, terror-filled whimperings, sounded from above.
As Al Bunky climbed the stairs, each separate step brought a bit more of the scene within his view ...
Until he saw what was going on.
Then he staggered backward a few steps, flailing for the wall to keep from falling, reeling with the shock of what he had witnessed.
Yes, there was a rape going on up there!
The victim?
Al Bunky knew her. Juanita, the hotel maid. She was a wetback illegal immigrant who somehow had found her way to the Midwestern town of Farmingdale.
She was young and plump and stacked. She came from a decent family.
If Juanita had a green card, not even she would have been caught dead working in a fleabag hotel like the Holcomb.
But she was in this country illegally, so she had to take what she could get.
But she had never expected to get THIS!!!
For Juanita was getting fucked - by a dog!
Al Bunky knew the dog, too.
Jesse, its name was, a big black mutt bought a week or so ago by Ollie Laminol, to serve as a kind of hotel house dog.
With a mangy clientele like this hotel carried, trouble came easily. Ollie, not a violent man, wanted a big dog around to back him up, especially on those hours when Monahan, the part-time house dick, was absent from the premises.
Neither the dog nor the maid saw Al Bunky.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Al himself would have found it hard to believe, that an unassisted dog had taken it in his head to rape a human woman.
And Al Bunky was a fellow who had seen some strange sights in his day, such freak attractions as Jo-Jo the Dog-faced Boy, Tons o' Fun Tessie O'Shea, the half-ton fat woman; Dr. Dong, a man gifted and cursed by a too-bountiful nature, which had bestowed on him a nineteen-inch penis ...
Yes, Al Bunky had seen, and occasionally managed, such acts. In his day, he had seen plenty of animal acts, too.
He had seen the Yoni Maidens of Yokohama, and their perverted porpoise; the trained dog-stud team of Eskimo Nell; Colleen Cleary and her Carnal Collie; Great Katy and her palomino pony; and others.
But the Holcomb Hotel was far from the midway and the sex arenas - yet here was a dog, raping a human woman!
And it was rape, no doubt about it.
It would have been quite astonishing, had Al stumbled across Juanita enticing and teasing the dog to fuck her.
A certain breed of woman needed to breed with stud dogs. Al Bunky had known such obsessive's, woman who came alive (and came) only from a hound's hot sex.
But Juanita was not such a one.
Juanita was a "nice" girl. She could have made a lot more on her back than she did as a maid in this fleabag hotel.
Not that she wouldn't lay, with the right come-on. Al had kidded around with her from time to time, testing the waters.
He never took a shot at her, because she was the sort of cutie who would be hearing wedding bells as soon as she spread.
She must have been surprised right here on the landing. On its side, on the floor, lay the four-wheeled trash basket which she took from room to room. Its mops and brooms were spilled out.
Juanita was stretched across it, face down. It was under her soft belly. It made her ass cheeks jut.
Juanita had amber-brown skin, soft, smooth. She wore a pastel-yellow maid's uniform, white linen cap covering her hair, white apron.
The dog's front paws had pushed her knee-length skirt up to her waist, baring all which lay below.
Skirt and slip were bunched up on her back, while her baggy white nylon panties had been worked down to her knees.
The dog was fucking Juanita - well, how else?
Dog-style, of course!
Juanita had small tits and a wide ass. She was softly pear-shaped.
Her knees were on the floor, her thighs were spread, her cunt was exposed.
Jesse the dog crouched over her, humping her.
He was a long lean hound, a mongrel. He had a short sassy snout and deep dark chestnut-brown eyes, all moist and glowing.
The hound stood up on his hind legs. His underside humped Juanita. His front paws pressed her back, and his furry underside was stretched across Juanita's back.
Jesse's snout was open. He clenched the back of Juanita's neck between his moon-yellow teeth, holding her.
Sharp fangs pressed, but did not puncture her skin, just clamped on it and held the sobbing maid by the neck.
Al Bunky saw how the rape-hound worked it:
The dog didn't mind a certain minimal level of sobbing from Juanita. And the maid was in shivering hysterics.
Only when Juanita no longer could contain her burbling fear, and her crying rose past a certain pitch of loudness, did the dog ominously tighten the grip of his fangs, and menacingly growl.
This reminder served to silence Juanita's sobbing ... for a time, until it once more built to the point where another reminder was needed.
The dog was a rich cocoa-brown color, its fur thick and wiry, shining. Its hind legs shivered from the strain.
Narrowing his eyes, pushing his head as far forward as he dared, Al Bunky could make out the doggie dick pumping Juanita's cunt.
Juanita had a big ass with wide light brown moons, smooth and hairless ... the kind of ass Al Bunky longed to sink his teeth into.
Now, that ripely rounded rump was pressed by the hound's furry underside.
Below Juanita's ass lay a pair of fat fleshy cunt lips, thick and full, and a black thicket of a bush.
The dog's stiff cock was oversized, huge!
Even so hardened a hand as Al Bunky felt a twinge of squeamishness, at the thought of a normal cunt stretched by that whopper!
The cunt lips were spread, squashed, flattened. The dog dick plunged between them, stretching her interior.
The dog was well into the fucking.
Its small snub tail stood straight up, its rear gyrated, its hindquarters wildly humped its dog cock into Juanita.
The constant thrusting made Juanita's constant cries come out all quavery.
Al Bunky acted.
He was the kind of a character always on the make, the hustle - a grifter. He knew when opportunity knocks, you have to move fast.
So absorbed was the dog, and so terrified was Juanita, that neither of them were aware of Al's nearness.
They would remain unaware ... carefully back-pedaling, Al Bunky beat as hasty a retreat as the demands of silence would allow.
He had to get to his room!
He pushed open the exit door, emerging on the fourth floor. He hurried down the hall, long legs flashing.
Two kids shrieked and whooped in front of the elevator. The ashtray was overturned, spilling a sand mound on the carpet, littered with cigarette butts like raisins in a porridge. The heavy drum of the ashtray was wedged against the elevator door. It kept closing, slamming into the drum, opening, closing, etc.
The kids got out of the elevator car fast when they saw Al coming. They stood wide-eyed and smirking opposite the door.
Al made like he was going straight to the elevator. At the last second, he swerved, reached out, and slapped the bigger of the two kids.
Smack!
The kid stood there stunned for an instant, then burst out shrieking and crying. Al raised his hand, and the two kids fled screeching.
"Fucking little cockers," Al muttered. But thinking of the slap brought a grin to his face even as he rolled the ashtray out of the door.
He rode the elevator car one floor up, to the fifth floor. It seemed to take forever!
He entered his apartment.
Inside the top drawer of the cabinet, was a flash camera which took Polaroid-type pictures which developed automatically.
Al kept it in the bedroom - never knew when there might be something going on worth capturing on film!
Like now, for example!
About half a roll of film remained loaded in the camera. He had to slap in a fresh flash cube, but there were none.
"Fuck!"
But there was a lot of light on that fifth floor landing, he recalled, from that bare bulb in the ceiling.
It would have to do, it would have to!
He slipped the camera into his pocket and went out, carrying the bag of greasy burgers in his other hand.
What he needed was a drink!
...Time enough for that later. In the meantime, what he really needed to do was act, and act fast!
He was in a hurry, but not so much of a hurry that he neglected to lock his apartment door when he went out.
With the thieves in this place, all a guy had to do was leave his place unlocked for a minute for it to be cleaned out!
The hall was empty now, thank God. This was a private deal and he didn't need anybody else horning in on his scheme.
Behind locked hotel room doors, on either side, came muffled coughing; heartbroken sobs; shrill mad laughter; hard-breathing bed-rocking fucking noises.
He turned the corner, came to the brown-painted metal door which opened out to the fifth floor stairs.
Al put down the bag of burgers.
His fingers came away all greasy.
He wiped the fingers as best he could on the unstained upper section of the brown bag - he didn't want to smudge the camera lens, or the pictures.
He pressed his ear to the door -
Yes, they were still there, the dog and the maid!
His hands trembled as he fumbled his camera out of his pocket. He nearly dropped it, his belly churning with sudden fear.
But he recovered it. He checked it once more to make sure it was loaded.
He eased the door open a crack, just a slit for him to peer through ...
The light wasn't too bad, thank God - he figured it to be enough for him to get the pictures ...
He was much closer to Juanita and the dog now, but he was out of the range of Jesse's snapping, sharp-toothed jaws ...
He hoped.
Jeeze, look at me! Al thought. I'm acting as nervous as a rookie running his first badger game swindle!
Pride of professionalism came to the fore.
This was it!
Al opened the door, swung the camera up, and snapped a picture.
Then he ducked back, closing the door.
The humming camera extruded a square pane of paper. Even as Al detached it, the picture was developing.
He didn't have time to check it out. He dropped it in his pocket. Then he pulled the same deal, opening the door, snapping another shot.
Then ducking out of sight, safely behind the fire door, while the next picture developed.
Each time, he was framed in the partially open doorway only long enough to throw the shutter ... then he ducked back.
"Help - help me!" Juanita cried out.
The dog snarled viciously.
Juanita's outcry was silenced immediately, replaced by her whispered whimperings.
Now, the dog, too, knew Al was on the other side of the door.
Al took another photo.
For an instant, the dog and the maid were frozen like statues.
Jesse the four legged rapist crouched on her back. His dog cock was still in her, but it looked like he had come.
His moist brown chestnut eyes were filmed over, glazed. His ears were flat. His flanks shook from hard panting, with frequent whines of pleasure.
But he didn't like Al Bunky horning in.
The dog's head turned toward Al. Red fires blazed in its eyes. Snarling, it bared its formidable fangs.
It looked like a devil dog!
Juanita was draped limply over her upended trash basket. Her hands were pressed to her sobbing face, hiding it.
She looked up, too, whisperingly pleading for help.
"Just hang on," Al said in a low, urgent voice, "just hang on and I'll - whoa!"
Al jumped back just in time to evade the dog's sudden vicious lunge, as Jesse shot its snout toward him, fangs glimmering.
Clonk!
There was a thud as the dog's head banged into the door which Al had slammed shut only in time.
Scraping sounds were caused by the dog's viciously biting the door handle on the other side.
"Bet he wishes that was my neck he was sinking his choppers into!" Al muttered.
He stood with his back against the door, as he tore off the developing photo and stuffed it in his pocket.
A glance showed the picture of the vicious red-eyed dog, crouching on the back of the kneeling degraded maid.
Great stuff, Al thought.
He had enough pictures, he guessed ... He paused for a moment.
Juanita called for help, in a quavery voice which crackled with hysteria.
The dog turned its attention on her, snarling ominously.
Juanita shut up.
Al Bunky figured he had enough pictures. He pulled them out of his pocket. All of them were fully developed now.
They were dandies, too! Just what he needed!
Getting the pictures was his primary goal. Secondary, was getting Juanita. Now that he had the photos, he could save her neck.
He pocketed the pictures. He put the camera in his other pocket, where it fought for space with the bottle of booze jammed in there, splitting the pocket seam.
He tore open the brown paper bag. The coffee cup hit the floor, but its plastic lid stayed on, so nothing spilled.
He tore open one of the burger wrappings. The entire wrapper was dark with grease. Christ, I eat this shit! Al thought.
Al took off the top bun and picked out the burger. There were two ... it was a double burger. It was gray and greasy.
He opened the door a crack.
The dog went nuts. But the door was only open wide enough for Al to see through. And for the dog to see - and smell.
Al brandished the burger, waving it under the dog's nose.
"Whoa!"
The door lurched as the dog jumped against it. Al was knocked back and barely recovered to push the door shut in time.
Juanita sobbed continually on the other side ... Al waited until Juanita got scared that he had gone away. She called, "Are you there? Hello, are you?"
As before, the dog clamped his jaws around the back of her neck, not breaking the skin, but giving her a bone-jarring shaking.
And while the dog was thus occupied, Al Bunky yanked the door open, and tossed in a burger.
He slammed the door shut, then opened it a crack.
The dog's ears quirked questioningly. It lifted its head, turning its snout in the direction where Al had thrown the meat.
Its black velvet nose glimmered with wetness, nostrils flaring when it caught the full scent of the meat.
It whined questioningly, leaning far forward, nearly toppling off Juanita's back as it leaned toward the meat.
"Yeah," Al muttered, "yeah, go for the meat, you mother!"
The dog shook with indecision for some seconds - then, abruptly, made its choice. A woman was a fuck, but hot savory meat was FOOD!
Besides, the dog had already taken care of the needs of its cock and balls.
It had raped Juanita and come in her. It must have come heavy, for its sticky semen glistened on the backs of her thighs.
He couldn't see any more of her hindquarters than that, for the dog covered the rest with his brown furry haunches.
The dog pulled out and hopped off.
Its swollen cock still showed some stiffness, its monstrous thickness plugging Juanita's cunt.
When the dog jerked its hindquarters back, its fat peg of a dog cock came loose with a sound like a cork freed from a bottle neck.
Pop!
Juanita cried out. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing.
The dog hopped off and scrambled up the stairs, its paws skidding and scuffling as it darted upward.
It gobbled up the sweet savory greasy meat, steamy drops of spittle spattering from its snout to fall on the stairs.
Al eased the door open.
The dog jerked its head up and glared at him.
A low rumbling growl vibrated its throat, its snarling mouth -
Al tossed it another burger.
Instantly the dog stopped snarling, to pursue the meat. Al tossed this one even higher. It hit the wall, then flopped down on the attic landing.
Jesse climbed up to get it.
"Psssst! Juanita! This is it!" Al whispered. "Come here!"
"I cannot! I am too scared!"
"You gotta do it! Come slowly ... don't even look, just crawl backward to me!"
The upended trash basket rumbled as Junaita humped herself off it. She looked like hell, which was only natural, considering her ordeal.
"Nice and slow, doll ... " Al urged. "Not too quick, or you'll bring that dog down on both of us!"
Juanita was on all fours. She was naked from waist to knees, with her big ass and her thick-lipped hairy cunt turned to Al.
Nice view, he thought ...
Juanita's buttocks were plump, juicy, spreading. Her cunt lips were thick. Now, they were dark and swollen from the rugged stretching and raping by the dog.
Dog come was pumped in her cunt. It coated her cunt and the backs of her rounded thighs. Her ass cheeks jiggled as she crawled.
She turned her head to see where she was. Her hair was disarrayed. Her face was colorless with terror, haggard with strain.
The pupils of her fear-ridden eyes were black swimming pools. She trembled even as she crawled to him.
"Just a little closer, Juanita, just a little more - uh-uh!"
The dog was starting down the stairs.
Al tore off another piece of meat, tossed it to the dog. Jesse caught it on the fly, snagging it in its snout.
Click! - snapped its fangs, as it chomped down.
Juanita had better hurry - Al was already working on his second burger. Lucky he had ordered double burgers, with two meat patties on each.
"Come on, hurry up!" Al hissed.
The backs of her rubber-soled white maid's utility shoes were at the threshold of the door now.
But it only took a few bites for the dog to make short work of the meat, and he was ready to start down again ...
Looked like he was gathering himself for a leap -
But Al's outstretched hand was only inches from the scruff of Juanita's neck, only a few scant inches ...
Al tossed the meat patties on the stairs.
"Here you go, chum!"
He clutched the back of Juanita's collar, clawing at it. He was far from a strong man, and she was a hefty package, but fear powered him now.
Seams tore as he jerked Juanita out into the hall. He slammed the door shut, prisoning the rape-crazed dog on the other side of the fire door.
Then Al Bunky leaned up against the door, laughing with relief ...
Chapter Two
"Hey, Juanita, honey, I got something for you, doll!"
Al Bunky opened his pants, and reached for his stiff cock ...
Al Bunky had an apartment complete with bathroom. It cost more, but it was worth it ... no way he was going to share a group bathroom with the denizens of a half-dozen different rooms, with all the diseases the clientele of this dump would be carrying ...
Besides, Al Bunky was a pervert, into water sports and golden showers and dirty sex, among his many other perversions, so a good part of his social and sex life centered around the bathroom ...
Juanita sat in the tub, water rising up past her small, pear-shaped tits. She was naked in the bathtub.
The tub had unpainted lead on its outer side. Inside, its porcelain was gray and indelibly stained.
Good hot water filled the tub. Steamy mists rose from its surface. Juanita's slack face was beaded with sweat.
She was young, in her early twenties, ripe, and rounded.
She had long thick black hair, which at work was worn in a tight knotted bun wrapped at the top of her head.
She had a round moon face, plump, with thick dark arched brows, thick dark lashes surrounding heavy-lidded brown eyes, a wide-bridged nose with flat nostrils, and a thick-lipped mouth.
She was big-boned, strong. She had wide sloping shoulders, thick soft arms, plump hands. Her tits were of average size, very nicely shaped, but they seemed small in comparison to the rest of her fully fleshed form.
She was all naked, allowing Al Bunky a chance to fully enlighten himself as to her charms.
It now was night.
Some hours had passed since Juanita had been raped by the dog. In the time since, Al Bunky had been a busy boy.
Very busy indeed!
He had been a whirlwind of hustling activity. Now, affairs were temporarily in ebb tide, so he could take a breather.
Juanita sat slumped in the tub, more than half-drunk from the booze that Al had poured down her throat.
The tranquilizers he had made her take hadn't hurt, either ... she was nice and passive and dazedly docile now.
Just how he liked her!
The water reached above her tits, but only because she slumped slackly in the tub, the back of her neck resting on the tub's edge.
Her legs were bent, their round dimpled knees rising above water, shiny with the wet of it. Her feet lay flat on the tub floor.
The water was clear. Juanita's body was blurred below it. She had wide hips, heavy haunches, and a truly sensational ass. Her thighs were smooth brown columns, big and strong, while her swelling shapely calves tapered to surprisingly slender ankles. Her hairy bush was thick and black.
Juanita moaned. Her eyes closed. Her mouth lolled open.
She had a pretty mouth, thought Al, a pretty mouth ...
Her lips were wide, full, pulpy, dark red ... her pink tongue was nice and fat and glowing with sassy good health.
Too bad about her tits ... they were kind of small. Al loved big tits ... except on young teen girls. Them, he liked to have little teeny titties.
But on big women, he favored big tits, the fatter the better. Too bad Juanita had been a little short-changed in that department, especially when the rest of her was so full and ripe and round ...
Especially that unbelievable ass of hers.
When first Al laid it bare and saw those swollen bottom cheeks all plumply quivering, he had to fight down the impulse to shove his face between the cheeks and plant hot kisses on her asshole ...
Al had a real obsession with women's big behinds, splendid haunches ...
Al sat on the toilet seat, dressed in his shirt and slacks and shoes. His shirt was open at the collar, sleeves rolled up past the elbow.
"Guess I'll have to wash you, Juanita," Al snickered, reaching for a washcloth.
"Whoops!"
Accidentally on purpose, he dropped it into the bath. It sank, falling on her submerged belly. Al reached into the water.
Her eyes opened a crack ... covertly, she watched him.
He picked up the cloth, copping a quick feel of her smooth rounded thighs and her soft belly and even her bush.
But she kept her rounded thighs pressed closed, covering her cunt.
That was okay. Al wasn't so very interested in her cunt, not after seeing that dog fuck it ...
But other parts of Juanita appealed to him.
Especially her red-lipped mouth, and her big creamy ass ...
Al put the wet cloth over the tub's edge.
"Sit up, doll!"
He reached for her, his hands sliding under her arms, grabbing her tits for a cheap feel before thrusting under her arms.
Water sloshed as he assisted Juanita to a sitting position. Her tits were out of the water. She didn't cover them.
The nipples were dark dark brown, almost black. The rings were the width of a fifty cent piece. The nipples were very long. Their darkness against her light brown tit flesh made Juanita's nipples look as if they were made of rubber.
Al sat on the tub's edge, soaping up the cloth.
He swiped it across the top of her chest. The lather bubbled merrily. Al rubbed lower, and went right for the tits.
Juanita sat there, poker-faced, dully watching him.
Hard to know what went on in her mind. Her expression was unreadable. Hard to tell how much of her stupor was shock, and how much was her inherent dimness of mind. But she didn't squawk when Al rubbed her tits.
Wetness made them slippery. They were soft, warm. Al rubbed them a lot.
Her fat dark brown nipples jutted out of a mass of white soapy lather.
Al pinched the nipple, tweaked, rolled it until it stiffened. Then he did the same thing for the other.
When he rinsed them, the lather disappeared from the tits ... but the nipples stayed stiff and throbbing.
"You gotta get on your knees," Al said. "So I can wash you, all over!"
She spoke for the first time in hours:
"I wash myself, Al!"
Her English wasn't the greatest.
"Naw," Al said, "that's okay, I'll do it!"
"No - "
"I said it's okay! So don't gimme an argument!"
She flinched from his vehemence. She moaned when he clutched her upper arm tightly and made her sit up.
"Now get on your knees, Juanita!"
She got.
More water sloshed as she forced herself to a kneeling position. All the rest of her above the knees was out of the water.
Her ass ... her cunt ...
His cock jumped when he stared at her ass. Those thick swelling arches of flesh, dimpled, jiggling ...
His mouth was dry.
Well, no point in beating around the bush ... might as well get to it!
"Turn and face me, Juanita ... so I can reach you. That's it. Good. Now, spread your legs. Go on -- spread them. I'm not gonna hurt you, I only wanna help you! We'll get you all nice and cleaned up, huh?"
Her black bush clutched a hundred quivering crystal drops of water. Her cunt lips, full and fleshy, looked like half a split peach.
Her cunt lips were sore and swollen from the rough fucking she had gotten today, from the dog.
Al soaped up her bush, her cunt.
Juanita clung to the edge of the tub with both hands. Her knees were spread wide apart, opening her round brown thighs.
She shuddered and grimaced when his rubbing of her cunt lips got too intense, but she made no verbal objection.
Her fleshy cunt lips were all slippery and seething under his fingers. He kept rubbing her cunt until she moaned.
"Turn around, doll!"
"What you do, Al?"
"I'm gonna wash your rear! And that's gonna take some washing!"
She turned in the tub. Lust spasmed through Al as that ripe ass was presented to him, water oiling globular buttocks of buttery brown flesh.
Ass cheeks jiggled, sliding in his soapy hands. He clutched the cheeks, one in each hand, and his hands could nowhere near contain her.
Moist hot bottom flesh oozed through his clutching fingers. Her flesh was heated from the warm bathwater.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, pushed them together, squeezed, kneaded them. Masses of frothy lather bubbled from his horny hands.
He pressed splayed fingers on either side of her bottom cleft, then he spread the cheeks, opening up her ass.
"Al, don't!"
"Shaddup!"
Juanita shut up, but she kept her head turned to look over her shoulder down at him to see what he was doing.
"Gotta be thorough," Al muttered, "gotta reach each nook and cranny ..."
Al slipped his soapy fingers inside her bottom cleft. Her big ass cheeks wanted to close up, but he kept them fingered open, bottom flesh oozing over his spread fingers.
Her asshole - !!!
It was a tiny dimpled brown dot, a jewel of an anus, a wrinkled winking brown hole with a width smaller than that of his pinkie.
He rubbed her asshole. She moaned. He pressed the tip of a soapy finger to the hole - the anal ring nervously nipped it.
Al's other hand reached around her hip, for her front -
For her cunt!
She had never rinsed, and her belly and mound and cunt lips and upper thighs were foaming and dripping with scads of lather.
Her ass cheeks pressed closed on his fingers, which pressed her bottom cleft, her hole.
He grabbed a handful of her bush, pulling the hair to control her when she started squirming as his finger jammed up her ass.
"Al, no! You hurt me!"
"Shaddup! I'm taking a big chance, keeping you here, an illegal alien like you! Maybe you'd like it better if I contacted Immigration, huh?"
"No!" she gasped. "You no tell, huh?"
"You're in this country without a permit - the Feds get hold of you, and they'll boot your tail right back to that crummy country you come from!"
"You no tell, Al! Please!"
"I no tell," Al said, "long as you do what you're told! What I tell you to do! Savvy?"
"Yes, Al," she said sadly, hanging her head, trembling chin resting on her chest, tears starting to her eyes.
"I thought you like me, Al," she murmured.
"Sure I like you!"
He made her gasp as he worked his middle finger halfway up her ass.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't like you, Juanita!"
His finger was securely lodged in her hot tight ass. Now, his other hand fondled her cunt, fingers and cunt lips slippery with soap.
"Besides, you might like this! I know I like it," Al muttered.
Juanita crouched forward, gasping from the action of his fingers sliding back and forth, up and down on her cunt.
He slipped two fingers inside her moist pink interior, and finger-fucked her.
She cried out when he pressed her clit, a flat throbbing node of squashed flesh, whose throbbings steadily increased.
He finger-fucked her cunt and her ass. The finger in her asshole wiggled up and down in her hot tight hole, reaming her out.
Before too long, Juanita rocked her hips back and forth, in response to his fingerings.
"Play with your tits!" Al barked hoarsely.
Tears trembled on her fluttering eyelids. Juanita freed one hand from the tub's edge, to take hold of a tit.
Mournfully she cupped the trembling brown tit, then began fingering its stiff brown nipple, pulling and worrying it.
Soon many sighs escaped her, and she ground her cunt into his stroking fingers. His finger was plunged deep in her ass.
Al finger-fucked her holes, front and rear, until she came ...
When she climaxed, Juanita gave out with a wracking cry, half-sob, half-gasp ...
Al's finger was stuffed up her ass. As she came, her rectum clamped down on the intruding finger, squeezing it.
Juanita shook, her fleshy masses as she came. She leaned her upper body far forward, shuddering.
As her orgasm passed, Al withdrew.
He took his fingers away from her cunt. He pulled his finger out of her ass. Her satiny hole clutched the finger ...
Pop!
The finger flopped out. Juanita's puckered asshole quivered as it closed.
She was shaken by her climax. Al pulled her down into the water.
Soapy lather covering her ass and cunt dissolved as soon as she sat back down in the tub. Fizzing clouds rose up her scrubbed parts.
So much for her, Al thought ... now, how about me?
His cock was hard.
It had been that way for some time, since he started washing her.
Something had to be done about it. It was so hard, it hurt!
Al rose up. Standing, he was uncomfortably aware of the discomfort of having his hard cock caught in confining trousers.
He put his hand on his cock, squeezed ... it seethed in his pants.
Al opened his pants and let them fall to his feet.
Juanita turned her head, her quick glance taking in the sight of Al's underpants bulging under the strain of a swollen cock.
She looked away, shuddering, closing her eyes.
Al took down his shorts. His stiff cock flopped out.
It was a stiff swollen uncircumcised cock. It jerked in front of Juanita.
She sat in the tub facing front. Al put a hand on top of her head and turned it to the side so it faced his stiff cock.
He moved forward, one hand on her head, the other hand on his cock. He pressed his cock against her face.
"I got something for you, honey!"
Mournfully she asked, "Why you do this to me, Al?"
"Why? To get my cock sucked, that's why! ...And 'cause I'm your pal."
"This not right ..."
"You let me worry about what's right and what's wrong! Now, how's about giving my cock a great big kiss?!"
"Please, Al, no make me do this - "
Al slapped her face.
"Now, open your fucking mouth!"
Juanita opened up.
Al leaned forward, over the edge of the tub, and pressed his hot cock against her moist buttery face.
He slid his cock on her cheeks, chin, nose, then brought his cock down to her mouth, to those wonderful dark-red sensual lips.
Her mouth was open wide.
"Urk!"
Juanita started when the cock head was crammed past her lips. Al's hand on top of her head held it in place.
First he just fed her some cock head, leaving the rest of his shaft outside her quivering lips.
"Suck on it!" he rasped.
Juanita's lips pressed, clung, nibbled. Her cheeks hollowed. Saliva sloshed in her mouth as she sucked the knobbed cock head.
"That's nice," Al said. "I can tell you've done this before!"
Juanita of course said nothing, her mouth being full.
But not nearly so full as it was going to be!
Already Al was leaning farther forward, feeding his cock deeper into her mouth. Its red shaft sank into her.
He put it as deep as she could take it without gagging - put it may be a bit deeper even than that.
Then he fucked her face.
He pulled back, bringing his cock partially out of her mouth, then stuffing it back in again, 'way deep.
"Use your tongue," Al demanded gruffly. "Don't just let it be there in your mouth, work it on my cock!"
Juanita rubbed her tongue against his cock. Her tongue was squashed under his cock, but she was able to squirm it around.
"Yeah, that's better," Al said.
He pumped harder, faster. His red rod jammed back and forth in her mouth.
He moved her head, too, pushing it back and forth in response to the action of his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Al felt good, on top of the world ...
A curious mental image picture took hold of him. In his mind's eye, he reviewed the scene of dog rape horror he had viewed earlier.
He recalled seeing Juanita, this woman now docilely if not too enthusiastically sucking his cock, the way she had been in the stairwell, stretched over the overturned barrel, hysterical with sobbing fear, suffering the supreme degradation of being raped by a dog!
Al came!
He pushed his cock deep in Juanita's mouth, cramming its head back in her open throat, stuffing it in.
Juanita jerked, gagging, but he held her head in place.
Come spurted in great spasming gushes, shooting down her throat ...
Juanita gulped them down ...
Al Bunky had plenty of unanswered questions.
Where had that rape-crazed dog come from, anyhow?
He would somehow find out ...
* * *
At the same time, more or less, but in a different place, a girl watched herself masturbate.
Denise looked at a living mirror of her blonde teen loveliness.
Denise's double lay sprawled on the living room couch. The couch was nice and new, one of the pretty things acquired since Uncle Zach kicked the bucket, leaving behind a nice inheritance.
Uncle Zach had been a tightwad, impossibly cheap. He hadn't bought any new furniture for the house since he first moved in, some twenty-five years ago.
The only way he moved out was when the undertaker loaded him up and took him down to the town funeral parlor. Uncle Zach was buried in the cheapest pine box available. The undertaker was mildly scandalized, but was tartly informed by Denise that old Uncle Zach would have wanted it that way.
And even if he didn't - well, he was beyond protest.
Denise watched herself on the couch. Her double, her mirror image was of a succulent blonde teen, beautifully bare.
She lay on her back, sinking into the cushions of the couch, which cradled her fine-fleshed velvety body.
One of her long legs dangled over the couch's edge, foot on the floor, bracing herself as she fingered her cunt.
She had a glorious head of flaxen blonde hair, parted in the middle of her scalp, with shimmering tresses tumbling down to the middle of her belly and back.
Her face was heart-shaped, its cheeks rosy and red. Green eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed with ever mounting arousal.
She was an inch or two past five and a half feet tall. This nubile teen miss had ripe rounded tits with shocking pink button nipples.
One hand worked her tits, one hand worked between her legs.
She rubbed her palm against her tits, buttery tit flesh oozing this way and that, like kneaded dough.
The tits were semi-solid, but the nipples crowning their tips were hard as pebbles, pebbles of living flesh.
Her nipples were wide as twenty-five cent pieces. They were stiff.
She rolled one stiff nipple between two fingers. She pulled, tweaked it, worried it while savoring its sweet erotic irritation.
Her other hand worked down between her legs.
Her bush was a pale champagne blonde color, a fluffy tufted bush. Her mound was ripe, her cunt bps were pink and moist.
They darkened rapidly under the massage of her fingers sliding up and down her cunt, stroking it.
She sighed. She tilted her pelvis, pressing her cunt harder into her stroking fingers, breathing faster.
Denise watched avidly, with utter fascination, as her double's wriggling fingers parted her cunt lips.
Pink moisture glistened wetly between the quivering cunt lips. Moisture which coated the double's fondling fingers.
The double pressed the tip of one - no, two fingers, pressed them to her slit and stuffed them in.
She groaned, wriggling. Her tight cunt clutched those fingers. She worked them in slowly, stretching herself.
She put them in all the way. They were buried in her up to the knuckles. She worked them back and forth, finger-fucking herself.
She was tight, but her cunt was very wet and sticky. Fresh juices oiled her up, coating her fingers.
Juices which smeared on her cunt lips as well as she rocked back and forth, working her hips in her cunt.
Her foot braced on the floor allowed her to rock back and forth more forcefully as she finger-fucked herself.
She squeezed a tit, its stiff nipple jutting. She pressed the button of the nipple, pulled, worried it.
The double said - somewhat breathlessly:
"I'm all wet and ready for you, Denise!"
"I'll be right there!" Denise promised.
Yes, Denise had been watching a mirror image of herself - but she had not been looking into a mirror.
Paradox? Mystery?
Not hardly.
Denise had been watching Deirdre - her twin.
Denise and Deirdre were identical teen twins.
Oh, there were some differences, of course.
For example, Denise wore her hair down to her shoulders, all ringletted and punky and reckless, in a delightful disarray of blonde curls.
While Deirdre - the twin masturbating on the couch - wore her hair very long and straight and silky.
Denise wore make-up and earrings and bracelets and necklaces and rings ... Deirdre wore no make-up, and was unadorned.
Dressed, it was easier to tell the two apart.
Denise was more punky, outrageous, provocative - Deirdre was more the little lady, and didn't even care to wear jeans or pants unless she had to.
But when the twins were naked, as they both now were, the only way to tell them apart was by the difference in their hair, and Denise's curly hair and make-up.
Denise got down on her hands and knees.
She was naked, too. Her ripe tits dangled down weightily, their stiff points throbbing with desire.
Denise crawled on hands and knees to her naked twin sprawled on the couch.
Denise moved sinuously, with loose-limbed feline grace, quite aware of her body as she came on.
Her tits jiggled and her ass cheeks swayed and her pussy lips quivered, especially when brushed by her taut thighs.
She crawled to the couch.
Deirdre had her hand attached to her crotch. Juices oiled her fingers and her cunt as well, greasing the massage she gave them.
Deirdre turned and Denise lifted her head and the sisters kissed.
Kissed mouth to mouth, with thrusting tongues.
Denise moved next to Deirdre's tits. Her own tits were virtually identically, measuring almost exactly the same width.
Denise cupped, squeezed a tit, its nipple protruding.
She held her head over it. She stuck out her tongue, touched its tip to the nipple. She licked hotly on the point of flesh.
She nibbled the nipple between her lips, held it there. It was throbbing, and the vibrations seemed to go through Denise's sucking mouth.
One of Deirdre's hands caressed Denise's face, fondled her curly blonde hair, smoothing it to the scalp.
Denise's curly hair was the product of a beauty parlor perm, since naturally her hair was as straight and fine as her sister's.
Denise sucked Deirdre's tit, her fat sassy nipple.
But there was more ...
Deirdre's other hand, the one not working on caressing Denise's smooth shoulders, worked between her own legs.
Denise pulled her sucking mouth clear of Deirdre's nipple, which was larger, darker, more swollen from the sucking than its unmouthed twin nipple.
Denise rose.
Standing at the end of the couch where her sister lay, she leaned forward, tits dangling, to take hold of Deirdre's mane of hair.
She gathered up the hair, pulling it in a long mane, and arranging it to be out of the way for when she mounted.
Deirdre licked her lips, making her mouth glisten.
Denise swung her legs up, like she was mounting a horse. She planted her knees on either side of Deirdre's head, careful not to snag any of that long hair.
She stood on her knees, which deeply dimpled the well-stuffed cushion on which Deirdre's head rested.
Her thighs, their smooth insides, hugged Deirdre's head. Deirdre reached up, fastening her fondling hands on Denise's ass.
Denise had a gorgeous ass, ripely rounded, a pair of sassily swelling creamy flawless globes of deeply divided flesh.
As did Deirdre - after all, they were twins!
Deirdre put her hands on Denise's ass, one on each cheek. She kneaded the buttery bottom flesh, smoothing, patting it.
She moved her hands to stroke the hips, to glide the back of one hand against Denise's taut belly, working downward.
Denise's bush was fluffy and soft, fleecy. Her cunt lips were full, yet delicately formed and folded.
Denise lowered down her crotch.
Looking up, Deirdre watched the moist warm cunt lips and their bushy beard loom up, until they hung poised in her face.
She puckered up, pressing dozens of quick little kisses on the cunt lips.
Denise pushed her hips forward and backward, so that all of her slit, from top to bottom, would come under the kissing.
Then she sat down, letting her weight press forcefully against the mouth of Deirdre, engulfing it in pussy flesh.
Cunt lips parted, spreading to expose a mass of hot wet interior, whose humid fragrance quite overwhelmed her twin.
Deirdre moaned.
Moisture spread and smeared on her face. Denise rocked back and forth, rubbing her cunt against Deirdre's kissing mouth.
Deirdre was engulfed in a vaporous cloud of aromatic cunt perfume. It filled her head, inflating it, intoxicating her.
More sticky juices smeared on Deirdre's face.
Deirdre opened her mouth, her lips sliding caressingly against Denise's cunt lips. She lanced her tongue upward.
"Oh!"
Denise moaned as she was penetrated by the tongue.
The tongue went deep. It was clutched by tight dripping cunt walls from which fresh moisture constantly oozed.
Deirdre worked her tongue around, licking, lapping.
Denise leaned forward, palms pressing the tops of her taut thighs, ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as her cunt was tongued.
Then Denise leaned far forward, at the same time pressing forcefully against Deirdre's mouth, more forcefully than ever.
She rolled her ass cheeks back and forth over Deirdre's passionately panting face, her thighs squeezing.
Her palms pressed down on Deirdre's parted thighs.
Poised directly under Denise's hungry face quivered Deirdre's cunt, its warm reddish-pink lips coated with sticky juices.
Denise pressed her face to Deirdre's squirming crotch.
She inhaled deeply. The scent thrilled her. Her mouth watered.
Denise kissed the cunt.
Deirdre moaned. Muscle tremors rippled through her legs. Her ass cheeks went tight and she pressed her cunt harder to Denise's mouth.
Denise and Deirdre now were locked in oral sex.
Denise attached her mouth to Deirdre. Her twin's juices tingled tastily on her tongue, which lapped for more.
She burrowed her tongue down deep, lapping juices, swallowing them.
Twin oral sounds emanated from both ends on the couch.
Denise crouched on top of Deirdre, leaning far forward, folded legs pressing her twin's moist sleek slippery sides.
Deirdre reached up, fastened her hands on Denise's ass cheeks, and clutched them tightly while eating her pussy.
Tongues retracted from dripping cunts, to slither up seething cunt lips, up to pink nuggets of throbbing flesh that were clitorises.
Denise and Deirdre tongue each other's lust buttons.
Deirdre moaned. Her mouth was fastened to Denise, so every sigh and gasp and groan sizzled through Denise's steamy cunt.
Likewise where Deirdre's flesh was concerned.
These twins were incredibly in sync - why, they both came within seconds of each other!
Denise came first, but she was just starting to shiver with the tremors of oncoming orgasm, when Deirdre reached her mark.
Then the pair of them, locked in lesbo incest lust, writhed with orgasm ...
Twin orgasms!
...Sometime later, the twin lovers disengaged.
Denise pushed herself back and stood on her knees, supporting her balance by clutching to the top of the back of the couch.
Her cunt came loose from Deirdre's mouth with a sucking sound.
Looking down between her thighs, Denise saw Deirdre's face, all red, sticky, shiny. She supposed she looked the same.
Deirdre kissed the insides of Denise's thighs.
When she had recovered some of her strength, Denise dismounted, swinging her legs down on the floor.
Not trusting herself to stand, she sat on the bolstered arm of the couch, reaching down to toy idly with Deirdre's stiff nipples.
This was just a warm-up, of course.
"That really got me ready!" Denise declared.
"Me, too!"
Deirdre sat up, her magnificent mane of silky hair sweeping across her tits and partially covering them.
Their stiff nipples peeked out between strands of hair.
Denise squeezed her sister's shoulder.
"Let's go out back to the kennel, and pick ourselves out a playmate!"
"Or two!" Deirdre laughed.
Neither Denise nor Deirdre knew Al Bunky from Adam - but they were soon to make his acquaintance!
Chapter Three
"What you need, Juanita, is a good purging!"
"I no understand, Senor Al!"
"A good cleaning out, is what I mean!"
Juanita understood all too well, when Al brandished the enema bag.
"Oh, no!"
Gasping, Juanita shivered on the bed's edge. She was nude, since Al had taken her clothes from her yesterday afternoon, after rescuing her from the dog. But he had hidden them, or thrown them away - he hadn't given them back.
"What d'ya need clothes for?" he had asked.
It was a little past noon - early rising, for Al Bunky. He already had been up and outside to buy a few things.
He didn't need to buy the enema equipment, or any of a bunch of devices of bondage restraint and discipline stashed away in his closet. That sort of stuff, he always had handy, since it helped him pursue his perverse pleasures.
The red rubber bag was deflated, its rubber tubing looped around his arm, its fat nozzle dangling free.
Al was dressed in a tank top undershirt and a pair of baggy boxer-style shorts. His cock and balls bulged softly in them.
Juanita was naked.
He marched her into the bathroom. With her in front, he could savor the sight of her naked ass cheeks jiggling.
His throbbing cock rose ...
Juanita stood wet-eyed, fretting, and humiliated in the bathroom, its tile floor cold against the soles of her bare feet.
Al filled the bag until it strained at the seams, rivulets running down the pebbly grain of its exterior.
He left the bag in the sink while putting Juanita in position.
He made her bend forward so she was draped belly down over the tub's edge, with her upper body hanging down in the tub.
Juanita pressed her hands to the tub's floor and lifted her head so it would not hang straight down.
Her ripe naked rear loomed up, all her body from the waist down on display.
Al used one of his old neckties to bind her hands behind her back. Juanita's bare tits pressed the smooth porcelain tub.
He greased up her ass with lubricating jelly. He spread her cheeks, wide open. Pressure on them tautened the dimpled asshole.
Juanita whimpered when a fat oily dollop of goo was smeared on her asshole.
Al massaged the stuff into her hole. His greasy finger forced open her anal opening, which nipped tightly at his finger.
He shoved his finger in deep.
She was so hot, tight, and creamy in her ass!
Al wriggled his finger around, sliding it, stretching her. When finally he pulled his finger out, she was well greased.
He ran water from the nozzle into the sink, clearing the tubing. He closed the valve. The bag swelled pregnantly with its oversized load of warm water.
Juanita squirmed, rocking back and forth, fighting for her balance, trying to lift her head out of the well of the tub.
Twisting her head, she looked over her shoulder, spying a stiff-cocked Al Bunky greasing up the nozzle.
"Madre de Dios!" she groaned. "Eet is so big!"
"It'll fit," Al stated.
Instead of using the standard rectal nozzle, he was using the much longer and thicker douche nozzle.
Juanita's greased asshole quivered at the thought of that fat nozzle filling her narrow ringed anus, and tiny rectal tunnel.
The red rubber bag made a hefty weight in his hand as he lifted it up out of the sink.
Its douche nozzle looked like a white plastic cock, long, with an octagonal tip perforated with many tiny holes.
When the water flowed, it would issue like a sprinkler from these holes, instead of from just the one hole in a rectal nozzle.
Al knelt on the floor behind the big round brown globes of her ass.
The lubricant-coated nozzle glistened as if enveloped in a coating of gelatin, as he aimed it at her ass.
Her masses of flesh shook from trembling.
Al's free hand, the one not holding the nozzle, spread her ass cheeks.
He put the nozzle between her ass cheeks, pressing its tip to her hole.
Merely its prodding touch was enough to send the squirming anus into contracting convulsions.
Al pressed more forcefully and fed it in.
It pried open the wrinkled anal folds, opening her ass up. The stretched anal ring clamped down on the intruder.
Grease glimmered on the folds of her asshole.
He sank the nozzle's smooth white shaft deep into her hole.
Juanita's moans grew deeper, more prolonged and quavery, with each inch of the dildo nozzle sinking into her.
Until at last it was in most of the way, with only a few scant inches protruding past her tight-clutching anus.
Al opened the valve.
Fluid gurgled down the tube.
Juanita gasped, squirming when the first rushing fluid sloshed up inside her ass, filling into her.
Al lifted the enema bag high, to take advantage of the force of gravity to fill her up even more forcefully.
Filled up, too, was the crotch of his boxer shorts, which swelled under the strain of a truly tremendous erection.
He gripped it, kneading the rod through the cloth of his trousers.
Juanita's moans and whimperings steadily increased in proportion to the quantity of fluid filling her up.
The emptier the bag became, the more she moaned.
Her soft belly swelled outward under the increasing pressure of the fluid.
Juanita pushed herself even farther forward on the tub's edge, resting her weight below her spreading belly.
There was tension in the room.
Sexual tension.
It was taut in the air.
The room was buzzing with sex.
All the body cells were charged,
It was like a sweet sex dream.
It was beautiful.
It was hot.
It was intense.
It was exquisite.
It was fabulous.
Just then, sensing the growing tension, Al leaned forward, putting his head down in the bathtub to take a good look at how Juanita was getting along.
Her belly was distended, like an inner tube which was pumped too full and strained from over-inflation.
Her face was a dark reddish-brown, creased with discomfort. Teary lashes fluttered, ripe red lips winced, moaned.
Al's cock felt stiff to the point of bursting.
He kept kneading and pulling it through his under shorts. It was so hard and stiff that it ached him.
Al reached under her and took hold of one of her dark brown nipples and pulled and pinched and squeezed it.
It was stiff and throbbing, too.
Juanita whimpered. She looked pregnant, filled to capacity ... and the red rubber enema bag, formerly so full and straining, was virtually flat and deflated.
Ominous rumblings, gurglings, and liquid sounds came from inside Juanita.
"Please, Senor Al, I have to go!"
Al pressed his hand down on her rump, fingers spread on either side of the nozzle in her crack, holding her down.
"Please, Senor Al!"
"You gotta hold it longer, for it to do any good!"
"But I theenk I burst!"
"Good, that way, you know it's working!"
Al made her hold it for a couple of minutes more, making her really squirm. He would have liked to make her keep it in for a good thirty minutes ... Christ, that sure would be something to see!
Of course, he'd have to gag her ... or maybe not. This was the sort of hotel where all the tenants minded their own business.
What went on in other rooms was none of their affair. Besides, thanks to some smooth action, Al had an in with the hotel management.
A slick deal!
After rescuing Juanita from the rape crazed dog, he hustled her down the hall to his apartment, half-carrying, half-dragging her. She was in a state of shock.
He got her into his place, sat her down, and poured the better part of his bottle down her throat. She was unresisting, catatonic. For a long time, all she did was sit there and shake, eyes staring, saying nothing. Al figured she would stay put for a while, for him to do his work.
He went downstairs. He took the elevator - no way he was taking the stairs, not with that dog out there. He collared Ollie, the night man at the desk. Ollie's easy good nature went fear-ridden as Al informed him, on the QT, without making a fuss that would have attracted attention, that the cleaning girl had been attacked by the hotel's house dog.
As soon as he realized he wasn't being kidded, Ollie shit a brick. Especially when Al informed him as to the nature of the "attack." At first, Ollie couldn't believe that a dog could or would even want to do such a thing.
"I got a little maid in my room who's ready to testify different," Al said. "I dunno - even if the dog just bit her, the hotel would be in hot water, since it's a hotel dog which done it! But what that dirty dog did was a whole lot nastier than did to that poor girl!"
"Oh my God!" Ollie gasped.
"The first order of business, I'd say, it to get that dog under lock and key before it attacks anybody else!"
"Do you think it would? I - I can't believe it, Al! Jesse seemed such a good dog - he was paper-trained and everything!"
"Somewhere along the line, I'd say he got the wrong kind of training!"
Which was a whole other line of thought, a whole different avenue of approach which seemed to hold a whole line of promise ...
But later.
For that moment, Al Bunky was too busy sewing up his package.
Ollie was pissing. After all, he was the one who had purchased the dog to serve as cheap hotel security.
Ollie and Al and Gus the colored custodian trapped the dog. The task should have fallen to Monahan, the house dick, but he was off-duty now and out of the hotel.
Using more meat treats, they lured the dog down into the basement, locking him into a utility closet.
Later, when Ollie had gotten over his guilty fright, he started weaseling.
Of course, he was egged on by Monahan, who had finally arrived.
Monahan was a burly beefy fiftyish ex-bull with a full head of white hair and a wide red square-shaped face. He was big, sloppy, hard-boiled.
"Wise up, Ollie!" Monahan sneered in a private three-way meeting. "Don't you know when you're being conned?"
"What - what do you mean?"
Monahan had been on the city cops, a detective. But he had some funny ideas.
He had a thing for parochial school girls. No matter what the assignment, he usually found some flimsy excuse for staking out the local Catholic school. He would park his unmarked radio car across the front entrance when school was due to let out for the day, and ogle the chickies.
Teen Catholic school girls. They all were required to wear the school uniform of navy blazer, white blouse, gray skirt, charcoal or navy knee socks. Monahan would sit there with a flask of hooch, sneaking nips, watching those legions of sweet-faced nymphet temptresses throng the streets.
Monahan's cousin was a big shot in the Mayor's office, but not even his downtown connections could save his ass when his obsession got the better of him.
It was those Catholic school girls again, the ones from grades seven through ten over at Our Lady of Perpetual Dolorousness.
Monahan got the idea that there was a big teen drug and vice ring in the school. There wasn't, of course, but that didn't stop Monahan from harassing the prettiest girls.
He would follow them down the street in his car, pull up ahead of them, then get out, flashing his badge. Then he would question them, about if they took drugs, who took drugs in the school, and so on.
Then he would warn the frightened girls to keep their mouths shut about his questionings, for fear of being charged with interfering with a police investigation. It got progressively worse. Soon Monahan had them get in the back of the car. He would drive them to secluded streets, and get in the back seat of the car.
He relentlessly grilled them, alternately coming on hard and tough, then switching abruptly into honeyed wheedling. The effect of this intimidating red-faced white-haired bull could well be imagined, on innocent school girls whose crimes consisted of such peccadilloes as smoking cigarettes or sneaking a taste of sacramental wine.
Monahan's gruff manner broke many a girl down to tears. He frightened them. It excited him to scare them.
But he went too far. It was in the cards, of course - he was an accident looking for a place to happen. The girl wasn't even all that pretty, either. She had a freckled face, brownish-red hair worn in a pair of braids, and she wore glasses. But she had full firm tits and a rounded ass, sassily twitching as Monahan's prowl car followed her down a side street on her way from school to home.
He picked her up for some "routine questioning." She was scared and sat shivering in the back seat, pressing her school books to her front, her face drawn and pale, her eyes teary behind her glasses.
Monahan drove down by the railroad. Few buildings were in sight. It was lonely and alone, with only a few trucks going by. Monahan stopped the car and climbed into the back seat. The girl shrank against the far door. Kathleen, her name was. She was really scared. Something about her vulnerability egged Monahan on, way past his limits.
He said he would have to search her for drugs. She wept. He pressed her tits, kneading them through her garments. Then he said he would have to take a closer look and he unbuttoned her blouse. She begged him to stop. He warned her about resisting arrest. He opened her blouse.
She wore a white bra. The tops of her tits were pink over the white cups. Her flat nipples were outlined against the bra. He said he had to search her intimately.
He pulled down her bra in front, freeing her tits. The bra rolled under her tits, plumping them up.
He put his hands on them and felt them up. Kathleen sobbed steadily.
He tweaked and pinched her nipples so they were stiff and angry.
He kept her tits bare. He had to search her thoroughly. He lifted her skirt. She pushed it down. He warned her he'd have to get tough. He pushed her skirt up to her waist. She wore white bikini panties. He pulled the crotch of the panties down, exposing her pussy.
She had a brick-red fluffy bush and a thin pair of pink cunt lips framing the little oval slit of her snatch.
He put his big raw-knuckled hard hand down the front of her panties and felt her cunt lips. They were so warm and smooth.
He pressed his finger into her slit. She shrieked and went hysterical. She was a virgin, she said.
A busted cherry was potentially damaging evidence. Monahan took his hand out of her panties. Kathleen covered her face with her hands, sobbing. Monahan unbuttoned his fly, reached in, and fumbled out his cock. It was thick, fat, but limp. He tugged it out of his shorts, out of the open flyhole of his baggy trousers. He pulled Kathleen's hands off her sobbing face.
Her eyes were so blurred with tears, that for some instants, she took no notice of the fat cock dangling out on his trousers.
Kathleen screeched. Monahan braced himself in the corner of the back seat, pulling the girl down to his cock. He told her to suck it. She was hysterical. He warned her that if she didn't suck it, he'd investigate her little cunt with his cock! She sobbingly had to obey ...
Kathleen was up on the back seat on her hands and knees. Her skirt was up and showed her bottom and her white panties. Her tits popped out of the front of her open blouse. Her red-haired head hovered over Monahan's cock. Her dangling braids swept across the tops of his thighs. He pulled her head down ...
He lifted his flabby twitching cock up, squashing it against her lips. He made her open her mouth, then he put his cock in. It started growing and stiffening as soon as it was inside her hot sweet mouth of satin. In seconds, he sported a massive hard-on, she couldn't take it all.
He pushed her head down and pulled it up, so her sucking mouth bobbed up and down on his raw red cock, now glistening stickily with saliva. He kept shoving it in deep, so it went to the back of her mouth.
He was caught in just that position, having his cock sucked by the squatting sobbing Catholic school victim, by the police patrol car which rolled up alongside the suspicious car parked out here in the middle of nowhere. Monahan's car was unmarked, so they thought he was just another citizen.
Monahan was so into having his cock sucked, that he was unaware of the stealthy police car until it pulled up alongside his. The cops looking into his window saw him forcing a trapped teen victim to suck his cock ...
Monahan had a lot of pull, but he was bounced off the force, and now he worked as the house dick at the Holcomb Hotel.
"I know a chiseler when I see one!" Monahan snorted. "This punk is trying to shake down the hotel on a phony set-up!"
"I don't know," Ollie said doubtfully. "Juanita's not the type to pull that sort of stunt. I saw the girl, she was quite distraught - very distraught."
"Awww, she's just faking," Monahan said. "She's in cahoots with Bunky here! I tell you, I've seen a thousand chiseler's like him in my day - half-smart guys out to squeeze out a dirty buck!"
"Tell you what, Monahan," Al said. "If you think the dog is safe, why don't you bring one of your little schoolgirls down to the basement and see what happens?"
"Why, you dirty SOB - "
"What are you gonna do, Monahan? Hit me?! Great, go right ahead! Go ahead, pop me on the button! Then Juanita won't be the only one suing the hotel!"
"S-sue?" Ollie said.
"Sure, what else? My client had undergone a traumatic ordeal as a direct result of the hotel's negligence in letting a wild, rape-crazed animal run loose! Not even a hotel like this could survive that kind of publicity!"
"Suppose we claim you just cooked up the whole story, chum?"
"Because I've got something better than testimony, Monahan! Here, take a look at this!"
Al flipped one of the photos he had taken, snapped yesterday, of Jesse the dog mounted on Juanita.
Ollie blanched, Monahan scowled. The house dick scooped up the picture.
"Be my guest, Monahan, keep it! Add it to your collection! I've got plenty of others!"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!" Ollie said. "I'm sure that we can work this entire matter out to everyone's satisfaction!"
Which meant he was ready to talk deal ...
"I wanna question that maid!" Monahan demanded.
"Sure you do," Al said. "So you can give her some of that third degree, intimidate her with some of your police-state tactics! No, sir! I'm keeping my client under wraps until this matter is settled to our satisfaction!"
"Where do you get this 'my client' razzmatazz?" Monahan asked, peeved."You ain't no lawyer, so how come you keep making noises like one?"
"I'm hoping we can settle all this without having to bring in the lawyers," Al said.
"By all means!" Ollie said. "By all means!"
That was yesterday. Al hadn't settled on how much hush money he was going to demand, but it would be all the traffic could bear.
Later, he would slip Juanita some twenties - hell, maybe even a hundred for her trouble, while he kept all the rest.
He was also looking forward to living here rent-free, and having the bellboy bring up his meals and booze, at the place's expense
But Al Bunky was working plenty more angles than that!
Chapter Four
In the front room of the kennel, Denise was getting it from both ends ...
Hot oral action, that is!
The day was hot, too. The kennel was a one-story, flat-roofed concrete block building out some 100 feet back of the farmhouse.
There was a small functional front room, partitioned off from the kennels in the back, which took up most of the space in the place.
There was a counter, a wooden bench, a cash register, some framed plaques and photos and awards from various canine establishments.
The floor was strewn with discarded garments.
Near the bench lay a bright red tank top, a pair of cut-off fringed denim shorts, and a pair of black bikini panties.
Those clothes belonged to Denise, as did the low sneakers she had also shucked off before mounting the bench.
The bench was some seven feet long, and not particularly wide, but wide enough to support her as she lay there on her back.
She lay there with her crotch close to one end of the bench. Her legs were bent at the knees, feet pressing the floor on either side of the bench.
It was hot in the blockhouse, and Denise's pink flesh shone with sweat.
Deirdre worked one end of Denise, and Donegal worked the other.
Deirdre wore a soft, lacy white bra. A blouse, sheer and delicate and gauzy, had been removed and neatly hung up.
Below the waist, she wore a long denim skirt, one reaching to the bottoms of her knees, and a pair of functional brown Frye boots.
She stood with her booted feet planted on either side of Denise's upturned head, which lay flat on the bench.
Deirdre's long long hair was pinned up at the top of her head, to keep her from discomfort under that full long hair.
Sweat shone on her pink face. She held the hem of her denim skirt, lifting it to expose bare pink thighs.
Deirdre had her skirt bunched up around her waist. She wore a pair of full cut white lace panties.
So elaborately embroidered were they, that the panties were practically see-through ... and since they were a size too small, they were additionally stretched. Flattened in their crotch was Deirdre's fluffy bush. Her cunt lips were outlined, their edges oozing from the crotch of the panties.
Deirdre was in a teasing mood ... so, she squatted down on Denise's face without first taking off her panties.
She sat on her twin's face. Her ass cheeks rolled over, with Denise's nose pressing between lace-wrapped ass cheeks.
She could feel the body heat of Deirdre through the panties. Panty covered buttocks pressed her facial cheeks.
Deirdre squirmed around, pressing her pantied cunt on her twin's nose and puckered lips. She pressed her cunt hard to Denise's mouth.
The cunt lips went splurge and spread on either side forced out of the panty crotch and exposed all pinkly hot.
Denise pressed kisses through the lace crotch. She rubbed her tongue to it, soaking it with saliva.
The panty crotch was additionally moistened by juices from Deirdre, which soaked into the panty crotch from her end.
Denise moaned. Her nipples were stiff, and they throbbed with raw red irritation caused by the sharp pinches she inflicted on them.
Each stiff nipple was clutched between gripping fingers whose sharp nails pressed into the point of flesh, digging into it.
Denise sweated. Her back and ass were sticky with wetness. Sweat oiled her flesh, made her clenched buttocks all slippery.
Her feet braced her on the floor. She pumped back and forth, working her hips.
Denise was in an extreme state of sexual arousal and pleasure, as her breathless squirmings testified.
But it was not from the thrill of licking her sister through her panties which made Denise squirm so very wantonly.
Thrilling though it was for her to worry and tease her throbbing nipples, sending sensations she could feel all the way to her cunt, this alone did not explain her hard breathing heated action.
Oh, no.
It was Donegal who was turning her on. Donegal, the third member of this noontime triangle of hard-breathing lust.
Donegal - the dog!
A purebred Irish setter he was, with a marvelous chestnut brown glossy long-haired pelt, with long floppy ears and a long snout.
Donegal, who crouched at the end of the bench opposite that where Deirdre squatted over Denise's face.
Donegal the dog, whose head rested on the section of bench between Denise's spread thighs, his snout pressing her cunt.
His cold wet nose, pressing heated cunt lips, was more than enough maddening temptation to drive a girl wild!
But when he put his long dog tongue to work, as he was doing now, why, the results were literally devastating.
That tongue unfurled like a flag, flopping down on Denise's naked cunt, covering it with a carpet of warm wet living velvet.
Her juices flowed like the river Nile in flood time, and she rocked back and forth, pressing her cunt to the greedy tongue.
Her juices oozed, dripped. The dog lapped them up.
No man, no woman, could work a tongue like that. What the dog lacked in finesse, he made up for in brute quantity.
Denise swiftly surged toward a shattering climax.
She got so vocal, so loud, that when she came, Deirdre sat right down on her face, covering her twin's mouth with her cunt.
That was good ... vibrations from Denise's screeches rippled through Deirdre, thrilling her.
Denise humped back, trying to get away from Donegal the dog, who kept lapping at her cunt. Now that she was climaxing, it was just too intense for Denise to have her cunt continuously licked.
Denise rolled back on her rump, bending her legs at the knees, lifting her legs, and warding off Donegal with her feet
The dog whined, persistently pushing his snout forward, ducking under the feet, prodding her steamy cunt with his cold brown nose.
"Donegal!"
Deirdre's voice lacked all of its usual authority, since she was somewhat breathless from having her cunt mouthed, even through panties.
The panty crotch, soaked, pressed her steamy cunt.
She had to call him sharply for a few times, but at last Deonegal heeded his mistress' command, and whining peevishly, sidled away.
Deirdre stepped back.
Denise hugged herself, arms wrapping her tits, squeezing them ... her face was red and glowing, her mouth open and moaning.
She pressed her thighs closed, squeezing her coming cunt.
Deirdre pulled down her wet panties. They clung to the tops of her boots. Then she stepped forward, straddling Denise's face.
Deirdre worked her panties down, so they slid under the underside of the bench on which lay Denise's head.
She bowed her thighs out, moved forward, so far forward that not her cunt, but her ass, was poised over Denise's head.
Which was just how Deirdre wanted it.
She was in the mood for some of Denise's wanton tongue adoration.
She bent her legs at the knees, resting palms on thighs, bringing her quivering ass cheeks down to Denise's moaning face.
Deirdre squatted down, pressing her ass cheeks to Denise's face with reckless abandon. This time, not panty-covered flesh pressed Denise's face, but naked ass flesh.
Bending her legs at the knees, Deirdre lowered her ass on Denise's face.
Soft buttocks, moist with saliva which soaked through her panties earlier when Denise kissed and licked Deirdre through them, covered Denise's face.
Creamy ass cheeks pressed the teen's forehead, rolled over her nose, her mouth, pressing her with ass.
Denise was smothered in hot bottom flesh.
She pressed passionate kisses a-plenty on the ass cheeks. She pressed the flat of her tongue to the cheeks, licking them.
Denise pushed, trying to work her nose, her face, into Deirdre's crack.
Deirdre had a bright idea ...
She moved back, turned, reversed position, so that this time, she squatted over her sister's face while facing away from her.
Deirdre reached behind herself, fastening her hands on her ass cheeks, one per cheek, pulling them open.
Exposing her pink puckered asshole ...
Making Denise's hot mouth water all the more.
Holding her ass cheeks spread, Deirdre squatted down on Denise's face.
Denise stuck out her tongue, lifting it up, the tongue quivering with tension.
Deirdre lowered herself down, positioning herself so her dimpled asshole would fall right down on that tongue.
Deirdre gasped when her hot rear hole pressed down on the tongue.
Then she rested more of her weight on it, her ass cheeks, sticky with saliva, pressing down on Denise's cheeks. Denise rimmed the asshole. Her lips were parted in an O shape. The asshole pressed down, holding there with a pressure seal formed between mouth and ass.
Deirdre moaned as her little hole was rimmed, tongued.
Denise pressed her tongue tip to the hot tight hole and pushed.
The anal ring was tight, resistant, not wanting to open up. But Denise strained until she crammed her tongue past the hole.
And up inside Deirdre!
...Inside, it was hot, tight, sticky.
Denise had to struggle to work her tongue up inside the hole. She got it in pretty deep. The asshole squeezed it tight.
Denise worked her tongue like a tiny cock, thrusting it in and out.
Deirdre squirmed, shifting her weight from one side of her ass to the other to bring all parts of it into reach.
Deirdre pressed the balls of her feet to the floor, to keep her full weight from pressing down on her sister's face.
Denise was happily smothered in ass. Breath whistled through her mouth as she sucked in gasps of air.
And kept on working her tongue.
But Deirdre was only half-pleasured ...
Another important orifice hungered for action -
And who better than a hungry dog to take care of it?
Donegal, the Irish setter, had a taste for cunt of the human female kind.
That taste had been partially kindled by licking Denise's cunt until she came. Donegal the dog had licked and lapped.
Dogs are creatures that live in their senses. There's a kind of purity there, without the abstraction and intellectualization found in homo sapiens.
Denise's - and Deirdre's, for that matter -their cunts were ripely aromatic with the juices of sexual arousal.
A normal human could sense the scent, if his or head was within a foot or two of either of those dripping cunts.
But humans are more visually oriented. By contrast, the dog had a hyper-keen sense of smell, and the twin fragrances pouring out between the legs of the twins were as glaringly obvious to it as a screaming siren would be to a human.
Like all the dogs in their kennel, Donegal was well trained. When given a command by one of his mistresses, he obeyed.
When ordered away from Denise's juicy, pungently aromatic cunt, the excited dog had whined for more of the same.
But, heeding its master's voice, Donegal the dog had crept to a corner, where it sat facing the twin females, resting its alert head across its front paws.
Now, Deirdre called the dog to her.
Chapter Five
Whining eagerly, Donegal got up, rising shakily, ears pinned back, snout lolling open, long pink tongue wanging out ...
Paw pads scurried on the floor as Donegal trotted around to Deirdre's front.
Deirdre squatted down, having her ass rimmed and tongued by Denise. Her cunt was hot, wet, steamy, sticky.
Donegal the dog sat on his hind legs in front of Deirdre.
Gasping, Deirdre scratched the dog between the ears, then she urged its head between her legs. She gasped as its wet cold nose prodded her heated cunt lips.
Her scent, musky, simmering, poured out of her.
Donegal's nostrils flared. It whined eagerly, nuzzling Deirdre's cunt. Its dog cock stiffened and grew.
"Come and get it!" Deirdre called.
Donegal unfurled its tongue. It was like a banner unfolding, a long living pink carpet rolling out.
Its tongue slapped her soft parts.
Deirdre groaned.
Canine oral action was catapulting her to new levels of hot sex.
She pushed her cunt in the dog's snout. It slapped its tongue down on her cunt, slobbering sticky masses of wetness on it.
Deirdre got done from both ends -
Denise, tonguing her ass!
And Donegal the dog, doing her cunt!
Donegal loved that sweet pungent cunt juice. The more he licked, the more of those tasty juices poured out of Deirdre.
Deirdre felt like she was melting of pleasure at both ends.
Back at the Holcomb Hotel, Al Bunky was working his own end ...
Or, rather, he was working Juanita's end.
She was on his bed, on her knees, with her head down and her ass raised up, sodomy's squirming broad-cheeked target.
She had been purged.
Earlier, in the bathroom, Al filled her to overflowing and made her hold the enema until the usually placid, bovine maid sobbed for release.
Finally, not because he took pity on her, but because his stiff cock ached for penetration, Al let her go.
He unplugged the phallic douche nozzle from her ass where it had been inserted instead of a rectal nozzle.
He withdrew it slowly, teasingly, tormentingly, twirling it around to really drive her wild, working it inside her.
Games! ... he would pull it two-thirds of the way out, loving how her tight ass continued to cling to the nozzle.
Then he would plunge it back into her, confounding her expectations of easy and immediate removal.
Her swollen belly was distended like she was pregnant with, well, twins, but the only load she carried in her gut was the sloshing enema.
At last he unplugged the nozzle from her ass -
And just as swiftly jammed his thumb inside.
"I don't want you messing up my bathroom floor," he said. "Then I'd have to call the maid in to clean it up!
"Hmmmm - come to think of it, you are the maid!"
But he had bigger plans for Juanita than having her clean his bathroom.
Especially now that he had cleaned her ass out!
He eased her up off her kneeling position. Her belly swelled like a basketball. She was sobbing, shaky.
He kept his thumb crammed up her ass, planted in up to the knuckle, serving as a plug to hold in her fluids.
She rose shakily, moaning, face creased by discomfort, eyes teary, belly rumbling and gurgling and churning.
He walked her to the ready toilet seat and pulled his thumb out of her ass.
He plopped her butt down on the toilet seat.
Juanita let go!
She was shamed to have him present in the bathroom while she eliminated.
What the hell?
After all, he had watched her being raped by a dog - and had pictures of same! This was nothing compared to that.
She voided explosively ...
...The deed done, she slumped on the seat, totally exhausted, drained, and crushed with the most excessively cringing humiliation.
He watched her wipe herself. She was very weak. Her hands shook.
When she was fully done, he added the finishing touches.
He took her off the seat and bent her forward from the waist and then he opened up her ass and inspected it.
A wad of damp tissues helped wipe her clean, pink and squeaky clean.
For the moment, Juanita was so shamed that she was too teary-eyed to take notice of the fat hard-on filling his pants.
She would take notice of it soon enough ...
He escorted her out of the bathroom, into the bedroom. This was a studio apartment, one room and a bathroom.
His bed was a fold-out couch. It was folded out now and set up, sheets covering the mattress.
He sat her down on the bed.
Juanita sat with her thighs closed, knees pressing, feet planted solidly on the floor. Her face was hidden due to her bowed head.
But that head looked up when Al set down a jar of lubricant on the side table.
And she kept looking up, as Al took down his shorts.
He stepped out of the shorts, which had fallen around his ankles. His stiff cock jutted horizontally from his hips.
He pushed Juanita's black-haired head up so it faced her cock.
Tears in her eyes, she obediently opened her mouth.
Al inserted his stiff cock between her lips and into her mouth.
Her cheeks tightened around his rod, her tongue rippled, and she started sucking. Al pumped back and forth.
But this was only in the nature of a preliminary for him.
Still, it felt sweet to have his cock sucked and licked.
He pushed back and forth, his thrusts spilling saliva from her mouth so it dribbled down to her chin.
His cock glowed a good dark red in her mouth, and out of it too, when he pulled his penis out on the exterior strokes.
He pulled his cock head out all the way, freeing it from her clutching mouth.
Juanita looked up through fluttering teary lashes at the big wet red cock looming up in front of her face.
Al leaned into her, sliding his shaft across one side of her face, then the other, smearing it with sticky wetness.
Then, the cock jerking and twitching of its own accord, Al moved the maid.
He pushed her down on her back on the mattress, rolled her on her side, then on her belly, then made her get up on her knees.
Her arms were folded, hands by her head, which was turned to the side where it pressed the mattress.
Her upper body pressed the mattress, while her legs were bent at the knee's, raising her ass up high.
Under the moons of her ripe ass cheeks were her fat cunt lips, quivering -
A target which interested Al not at all.
Al got the jar of lubricant. He smeared some grease on his finger. The grease was white and thick and oily.
He spread her ass cheeks and smeared the grease on, then in, her asshole. He greased her good. The bottom cleft glistened stickily.
He shoved his finger in her ass.
Juanita grunted as he worked the finger all the way in up to the knuckle, then he wriggled it around, stretching her out.
"What you do, Senor Al?"
"Shaddup!"
Al pulled his finger from her ass. The brown dimpled button swam in grease, its wrinkled folds convulsively twitching.
Al took some more grease, smearing it on his hard-on.
Juanita rose to crouch on hands and knees. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, where she saw Al greasing his hard-on.
Since her hole already was greased, her asshole that is, even a simpleton like the maid could figure out what lay in store.
"No, Senor Al! Not there! Not there!"
"What are you squawking about? This ain't gonna hurt, and you won't have to worry about getting knocked up!"
"I scared, Senor Al!"
"It ain't gonna hurt, there's nothing to it!"
"No, Senor Al! It's a sin!"
"So is fucking dogs, last I heard!"
Juanita whimpered, hid her face.
"One word from me, and the Immigration boys will be all over you. If they don't boot your ass out of the USA, they'll be tossing you in jail for contributing to the delinquency of a dog!"
"You are cruel, Senor Al!"
"Me?! Naw! I'm your pal, Juanita! I'm looking after your own best interests! Play ball with me, and you'll come out of this deal with some dough! And I got connections that could maybe get you a green card!"
"I no mind when you stick it in my mouth, Senor Al ..."
"Sure, doll, it's sensational! And I know that hot ass of yours is gonna be even more sensational!"
"Why you no put it in my cunt, Senor Al?"
"That's not my scene, doll!"
"I know why - you think I am a whore, because the dog fucked me!"
"Naw!"
"Yes, it is true! If you did not think I was a whore, then you would make it with me in a normal way!"
"Hey, this is normal!" Al protested. "You'll see!"
"It's a sin, to do it like this!"
"Sure, sure ... you can tell the priest all about it, get it off your soul, the next time you go to confessional!"
"I would never tell! I would be too ashamed!"
"Sure, sure ... bend forward."
Al pushed her head back down. Her dark brown nipples scraped the mattress.
"And keep that ass up!" Al commanded.
Al spread her ass cheeks and greased her some more. Juanita was a virgin in her ass and she called for plenty of lubrication.
He slavered a handful of the stuff on his stiff cock. It glistened.
He stood at the foot of the bed. Her ass was thrust over the bed's edge. His cock twitched as it neared her ass.
Al moved Juanita. He stretched her arms along her sides. Her upper body pressed the mattress, flattening her tits.
Al made her grab her own ass and spread the cheeks.
He gripped his cock and leaned into her, inching forward, guiding the greased red rod between her buns.
She squirmed when her greased asshole was prodded by his cock head.
"Whoa ... easy, there."
She was like a spooked mare. She trembled, whimpered. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her cunt lips quivered, but Al wasn't interested in her cunt.
He stroked her sides, but she kept shivering. He held her hip. His other hand held his cock.
He pressed the cock to her hole. She squirmed some more. Her asshole quivered, squirming, seeking escape.
There was no escape.
Greased wrinkled anal folds opened under the pressure of the cock head. His cock head opened up her ass.
Her hole widened. The more taut it got, the more it strained and shivered. It fought the invading cock head.
She was really stretched now.
"Ungh! ... ungh!"
Her arms were out in front of her, now, hands clawing the bed. Her ass cheeks were spread by Al, humping his cock in her hole.
She shrieked when he stuffed his cock head past her asshole and in her rectum.
Al rolled his eyes in moaning delight. Her ass was so hot, juicy, tight!
The way it clutched his cock was like it was trying to suck it in. Juanita made a lot of noise and fuss when she was entered.
But only entered ... most of his cock throbbed beyond her anal ring. His cock hungered for full penetration of her.
He put it in deeper. He sweated. She sobbed and shook. Her big ass cheeks kept crowding in on the red rod of his cock sinking into her.
She whimpered. Her hole was in shock. It kept clamping down on his cock, fighting to repel it.
He was in halfway. Juanita gurgled, groaned. He put it deeper. She was greased but tight. He worked his cock in with sharp short stabbing strokes, gaining more each time, until a time came when he had it all the way inside her.
Total anal penetration achieved!
He knelt behind her big ass, fucking it. His swollen balls were pushed out of shape where they pressed her ass.
Now that he was in her, he fucked her.
His first strokes were slow, halting. She was greased, but so tight that she required some real stretching.
He had stretched her some with his enema and his finger, but this was the ultimate test.
As he worked his cock back and forth, Juanita's fingers convulsively clenched and unclenched, clawing the sheets.
Constant whimperings, gurgled sobbings, escaped from her.
Al moaned. It felt so fucking good!
Yeah, Al owed a lot to that damn rapist dog, Jesse!
With those dog-fuck photos, Al figured on chiseling himself a nice little piece of change. And he had Juanita, too. If she hadn't been raped by a dog when Al came along, Al would never have had her. She was a decent girl, a "nice" girl, regular churchgoer and all that. No virgin, though. A small sinner, but she never would have tumbled and spread for a guy like Al Bunky, no sir! He doubted he could have seduced her to come across with some straight sex, not even a hand job.
But she had been raped by a dog.
In the eyes of the world, in her own eyes, she was irredeemably degraded. To be assaulted by a human attacker was bad enough, but to have been carnally known by a canine was beyond the boundary. Juanita would do anything to keep her violation confidential.
Of course, neither Ollie nor Monahan nor the hotel owners knew that. They were terrified of getting hit with a lawsuit. The owners were the kinds of guys who didn't like to get their names in the papers. They were respectable citizens who disguised their real-estate holdings in sleazy unsavory properties like the fleabag Holcomb Hotel through a chain of front men and dummy companies. So they wanted this thing settled quietly.
And, of course, now that he had a hold over Juanita, she would be his little degraded darling. Since she had been fucked by a dog, Al figured it was all right for him to run every perverted number on her he desired. Nothing too painful or maiming, just real perverted dirty shit, the kind you had to pay a hooker big money to get her to go along with.
Now, he was fucking Juanita's ass, and loving it!
He wrapped his hands around her big hips and held on tight. His hips lurched back and forth, as he drove his cock.
She was pretty well stretched now, so he could go to town. His cock pumped her like a piston in a cylinder.
He crammed his cock deep into her, and came.
His cock was stuffed really deep into her hole. It twitched against the rectal membranes clutching it.
Al came like a geyser.
The supersonic whistling shrieking in Al's ears was the blast of his breath hissing out of him as he came.
His cock pumped masses of come up into Juanita's vitals at high pressure.
Spasms shook him, come gushed from him ...
...When the last droplet was spent, oozing from his cock head, his cock kept on twitching and jerking inside Juanita's ass.
She was jerking, too, shaking, shuddering with sobs.
Al shuddered as a rush ran through him, loving the way Juanita's creamy ass so tightly clutched his cock.
At last, when his softened, he pulled out.
He had to be careful to take it out nice and slow. Gasps were pulled from him as he pulled his cock out of her.
Pop!
Juanita wailed.
As soon as the fat cock head popped free, her stretched asshole snapped back to shape, sealing up.
Her rectum was stuffed with bubbling masses of come ... presently, some oozed from the quivering asshole, spilling down the crack of her ass.
She toppled over on her side. She lay in a fetal position, legs folded, knees pressing her face, hiding it, arms hugging her legs.
Al was sleepy-eyed. His cock and balls glowed. His red cock was semi-stiff and twitching. He grabbed, squeezed it.
He fortified himself with a shot. Cheap hooch - well, soon enough, he would be drinking the quality stuff.
He cleaned up, dressed. He had a lot to do today ...
Juanita lay where he had left her, curled naked on the bed, his come oozing out of her deflowered ass ...
Chapter Seven
Donegal was a good doggie ... his dog cock was hard and hot, he was feverish for a fuck, and yet he restrained himself solely to licking cunt.
Now, his self-control would be rewarded.
It was Deirdre's turn to rest, and Denise's turn to rut.
The combination of her twin's ass-licking, and Donegal's cunt lapping, had whipped Deirdre to a shattering climax.
But Denise, while going down (or, rather, up - for her tongue was lifted upward to rim Deirdre) on her twin's asshole, had been playing with her own cunt, she had not come. Well, she would attend right now to that important matter.
Denise knelt on the floor. Its stone was uncongenial to her bare knees, so she placed her disrobed denim shorts and her blouse under her knees to cushion them.
She intersected the long wooden bench at right angles. She knelt face down over it, forming an inverted U shape. Her arms on one side and her legs on the other formed the vertical supports of the upside-down U, while her body was its top bar.
In other words, she knelt across the bench with her ass and cunt turned up.
Her knees were spread wide, opening her thighs - opening them to her cunt, now nakedly exposed in steamy sticky fleshy pinkness.
Her tits nuzzled the edge of the bench, which pressed and lifted their undersides, forcing the stiff-nippled globes to jut way out.
Her arms went down on the other side of the bench, palms pressing the floor.
Deirdre sat resting at one end of the bench, and also helping to hold it balanced and keep it from tipping over.
Donegal whined, snuffling nose sniffing close to the ground. Yipping shrilly with arousal, he came forward.
"Come on, Donny!" Denise summoned. "Come on, boy! Up you go!"
Donegal's head was close to her ass. The dog sniffed, its breathings coming faster and faster.
Denise giggled, then gasped, as the dog's sniffer poked the backs of her thighs, her ass cheeks, her cunt.
Donegal nimbly hopped up on his hind legs, placing his upper body across Denise's back, pushing her down on the bench.
"Oof!" went Denise.
The dog's weight pressed Denise down, knocking some of the breath out of her.
But it was worth it, to feel the warm underside of the setter's glossy long-haired reddish-brown pelt pressing her flesh.
Donegal's dog cock thrust forward. It humped against her ass cheeks.
"Not there!" Denise giggled.
She tilted her ass more. The dog cock slid down her cheeks, then pressed her cunt, though not at the proper angle of penetration.
Donegal humped into her, squashing her cunt lips.
"Ouch!"
Denise reached behind her, took hold of the dog cock, and pushed its head to the correct angle of entry at her cunt lips.
She quickly pulled aside her hand as the dog thrust into her.
Her cunt lips were squashed some more. Denise moaned. Then the tip of the dog cock worked into her at the right angle.
It spread her cunt lips to the sides, flattening as well as spreading them. Denise was prodded in her pink interior.
Denise groaned, then gurgled, as the dog got its cock in her.
It didn't, couldn't penetrate all at once. Denise was moistened with a mass of juices and dog saliva, but her cunt was young, therefore tight.
It took some half-dozen humping thrusts from Donegal to stretch her and work the dog cock in deep, all the way.
Each thrust forced a squeal from her.
Denise's moans transformed into deep sighs when the dog really started fucking her, gyrating its hindquarters.
Its snout hung open, fat steamy droplets of saliva falling on Denise's back like warm rain ...
Her gasps gurgled from the action of its dog cock humping her.
It took about five minutes for Donegal to come ...
When it came, the electrified Irish setter tossed back its head and howled like it was baying at the moon.
The howl raised the hairs on the back of Deirdre's neck. It was a howl she knew well - like Denise, she had heard it countless times ...
Each time that the dog fucking her came.
The piercing howl faded away, dropping down to a puppy-like sighing ...
After a brief pause, a chorus of howling arose.
It came from the kennels on the other side of the concrete block wall. It was muffled by stone, but still quite loud, quite overwhelming.
A many-throated chorus it was, too, coming as it did from all the dogs penned up in the kennels.
Those dogs which made up Denise and Deirdre's canine stud kennel.
Donegal flopped down on Denise, his eyes filmed and glazed, his breathless panting mixed with many sighing whines ...
Dog come dribbled down Denise's crotch, spilling on her upper thighs, plastering them with sticky juices.
Quite a nice noontime workout!
* * *
"Forget it, Al," Mae Teezle said.
"You're kidding, right?"
Spread out on Mae's desk were a half-dozen snapshots -- the photos Al had taken of Juanita being raped by Jesse the dog.
Mae Teezle was a matronly whoremonger, procurer, dealer in pornography of the most exclusively esoteric and expensive kind.
She was a big creamy bitch, a grandmother, with silver hair piled high, a heavily painted face, and a bosomy, matronly physique.
"What do you mean, 'forget it?'" Al demanded. "This is great stuff!"
Mae shrugged, shifting her immense tits.
She and Al were in her office in a downtown building.
"Come on, Mae, take a look at this stuff! You can't find this kind of specialty material! This is the real thing!"
"You won't get anywhere using the hard sell on me, Al!"
"All right ... sorry, sorry! I got a little excited, that's all! Now, you gotta realize that these are just candid-type snapshots!"
"I can see that! They're amateurish!"
"I'm no photographer, Mae! I just took these myself, just to show you the kind of material we're talking about here! I wanted to prove that I wasn't bullshitting, that I can furnish this kind of rare stuff!"
"Not so rare, Al."
"Hey, Mae, this isn't the usual phony bullshit! This is real! I mean, you can see this dog penetrate her cunt and everything!"
"Look, Al, you're a nice boy and I like you, so I'm going to take the time to tell you the facts of life," Mae said. "You think this is rare?"
"Well ... yeah!"
"It's not. You should see some of the stuff I get from Europe, Germany and the Scandinavian countries. Good for you to see what you're up against."
Mae buzzed her receptionist-secretary, who strutted in. She was a knockout.
In her middle twenties, she was built like a pin-up girl, with the face of a beauty queen, a haughty brunette beauty.
She had black hair cut in a sweeping pageboy bob, ruby lips, dark eyes. She was big on top, wasp-waisted, wide-hipped, with sleek stockinged legs.
"This is Lily," Mae said.
"Hi, Lily!" Al's voice came out a kind of croak, since his mouth was so dry.
"Hi," Lily sang out, her lilting voice all music and honey.
"This is Al Bunky," Mae said.
"Hi, Al!"
"Set up the videotape player, doll."
"Yes, Mae."
It was a pleasure for Al just to watch Lily move. She wore a white blouse and a burgundy skirt and stockings.
Her high heels tapped the floor as she crossed to the VTR, which was mounted on a wheeled equipment cart.
Lily leaned way far forward. Her blouse was semisee-through; the white outline of her bra was visible.
Her splendid tit mounds strained against the front of the blouse, while the ripe ass cheeks jutted against her tight skirt.
Lily plugged in the equipment. Al sighed when she straightened up. Aware of his entrancement, Mae snorted with disdain.
Lily turned the VTR to face Mae. Power hummed. Mae handed Lily an unmarked videotape.
"Play this for my pal, Al!"
Lily inserted the tape. Color filled the screen, then sound, perky obnoxious Euro music.
The title was in some foreign language.
"Danish," Mae said. "We're going to slap English titles on it, dump the Danish dialogue, and just throw in the music track."
Al turned his chair to the side, facing the screen.
"You may go, Lily."
"Yes, Mae."
Lily's high heels tap-tapped across the floor, her stockinged legs rustling. When she reached the door, Al called, "'Bye, Lily!"
"'Bye!"
The door closed - the tape ran.
The girl was a knockout, a real Nordic beauty. The setting was Alpine - you got to see a shot of a chalet, snow, mountains.
The rest of the flick was indoors, in a kind of ski-lodge place. There were big oak beams, a stone hearth with a roaring fire, bearskin rug, etc.
The girl was in her late teens, early twenties. She had that combination of model-like face set on a chorus girl physique that was unbeatable.
She was a beautiful blonde bitch, with an angel face, flaxen hair, and a body that was a stupendous piece of architecture.
That body was on display before too long. The girl was alone with her boyfriend. He was a handsome Nordic hung, blonde, red-faced.
He stripped her. She had big tits, but they were high and firm. Al's practiced eye knew they were natural, too - no silicone for that blonde honey!
Her creamy skin had dark brown nipples, big fat ones, which her clean shaven boyfriend sucked repeatedly with mucho gusto.
He had her ski-pants down, and his hands in her panties, and he was feeling and fingering her cunt.
His cock was hard. He took it out of his pants, and put it on her mouth.
The blonde knelt on the couch, while he stood facing her, feeding his cock into her mouth, which she sucked with equal gusto.
He fucked her face and came on it.
"This is pretty okay," Al fidgeted, "but I don't see what the relevance is - "
"You will," Mae chuckled. "This is just the warm-up!"
The blonde cleaned the come off her face. She lay back on the couch, reclining with her legs spread wide open.
She showed her cunt and put her hand on it and rubbed its lips, moisture glistening between her cunt lips.
The boyfriend came to her. His cock was still as stiff as it had been before. Her arms reached for him -
The phone rang.
The blonde guy pulled up his pants and hurried to the phone, while the understandably miffed blonde sat up, glaring.
"I don't believe that dickhead," Al sneered.
"He's on the ski patrol," Mae explained. "He's had an emergency call, and he has to go to the rescue!"
The blond guy got dressed in slacks, sweater, ski cap. Carrying skis and poles over his arms, he hastily kissed the chilly blonde goodbye.
"Good production values," Al had to admit.
The color was good and the film was shot well, with a professional touch.
The ski patrol boyfriend made his exit.
"Here's where the picture picks up," Mae confided, leaning forward across her desk in anticipation.
The blonde, naked, emerged from a door, tugging a leash.
Trotting in after her came a St. Bernard.
"Jesus!" Al said. "That dog is fucking HUGE!"
"You said a mouthful," Mae laughed. "But, watch!"
Chapter Seven
The video's blonde star was a slut ... a beautiful slut, to be sure, but a slut all the same, likewise to be sure.
For only a slut fucks dogs!
The blonde had a bone, but not for the dog. It was a big fat dildo, a foot long, white, thick, with fat knobbed ends, like a soup bone.
The blonde stretched out on the couch with her legs spread. She was horny.
The leather loop of the dog leash circled her wrists. The St. Bernard sat close to her head on its front paws, studying the slut.
She lay the bone lengthwise between her thighs, and squeezed them, shut, pressing it hard against her cunt.
She pushed its knobbed end, jockeying it around, pressing it against her cunt.
Her cunt got wet, lubricating the bone, so it glided clingingly up and down her cunt, coated with juices.
She parted her thighs, which glistened wetly. She pressed a knobbed end of the bone to her flesh, and worked it in.
It was a big fat bone, smooth, but large, with knotty protuberances, and the contortions of her gasping face showed her difficulty in inserting it.
But she got a good part of it in, and worked it around.
She took the bone out of her. Juices glistened on its knobbed head, her juices. She held it under her mouth and lasciviously licked it.
She got up. She tugged the leash and the St. Bernard rose to its feet. Its huge barrel-shaped head was higher than her waist.
The slut horsed around with the dog. She straddled it, planting long scissor-like legs of perverse passion on either side of the dog.
She rubbed her thighs, her silky cunt, back and forth against its glossy hide.
She got off the dog, leaned far forward, stuck her ass in its face.
The dog's tongue was huge - it covered a good part of her ass when it flopped out and started licking her rear.
The blonde slut wiggled her tail, from side to side, rubbing it against the big dog's face, back and forth.
She giggled when its fat black nose pressed into her ass crack.
All her ass shone with sticky dripping saliva ... she spread her thighs, and the dog lapped her cunt.
Then she got down on her hands and knees, her big tits with their stiff nipples swaying udder-like.
She reached under the St. Bernard and gently toyed with its genitals.
"Jeeze!" Al squirmed. "Look at the size of that dog cock!"
"I AM looking," Mae gurgled.
She sat leaning far forward across her desk, elbows on desktop, head resting in hands, face avidly absorbing the scene on the TV.
Now that golden blonde head lowered, the girl's stiff-nippled tits pressing the floor as she put her head under the dog.
She held its fat dog cock, its head jutting from her hand, and she raised her face to it, and took it in her mouth.
"I don't believe what I'm seeing," Al muttered.
What was really shocking was seeing that angel face gobbling that dog cock while the big St. Bernard panted, stupidly slobbering ...
"It gets better," Mae promised.
It DID get better ... especially when, after sucking off the dog, the blonde stretched out across the couch.
She needed something under her to brace her, considering the weight of that dog, which weighed 150 pounds if it weighed an ounce.
But its weight powered the big dog prick which penetrated the blonde's cunt, not without a good deal of squirming and shifting on the girl's part.
"Yeah, well, there's more," Mae said, "but I guess you get the idea, Al."
"I gotta admit, this is good stuff, Mae! Top-rate!"
"Sure - good production, a great looking hot-assed chick, lots of action!"
"Yeah, and the dog was good, too!"
"That's what the public is looking for, Al, even in this market! They don't need to settle for grainy, out of focus shit with dumpy looking broads, not when they can get stuff like this!"
"Sure, Mae, but this stuff is top of the line! This is the quality! But not everybody has sirloin all the time! Sometimes you gotta have chuck steak!"
"Maybe, Al, maybe ... "
Mae called for Lily.
"We're done, honey. Turn that off, okay?"
"Sure, Mae!"
Al enjoyed the stimulating sight of Lily moving. That was what he hungered for, a really hot classy doll like that! And was she stacked, too!
And if she was associated with Mae, she sure wouldn't be a prude ...
Lily switched off the tape, unloaded it, returned it to the shelf.
Mae laughed.
Al asked, "What's the gag?"
"You are," Mae said. "You should see the way you're staring at Lily! Anymore, and the eyes will pop out of your head!"
"More than my eyes are ready to pop!"
"Ooh, you're talking dirty, Mr. Bunky!" Lily giggled.
"You'd like some of that, wouldn't you?"
"That an offer, Mae?"
"I want to show you something, Al ... C'mere, Lily!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Lily made her way behind the desk, to Mae. Al turned his chair to face them. Mae pushed her chair back from her desk.
Mae slipped her arm around Lily's slim waist.
"You see, Al, Lily belongs to me. Don't you, Lily?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"How nice for you both," Al said.
"Don't be bitter, Al. Turn around, Lily!"
Lily turned so her back was turned to Al.
"Lift your skirt in the back and hold it up, Lily!"
Lily pulled her skirt up to her waist.
"No pantyhose, eh?"
Circling Lily's waist was a black lace garter belt. Black lace panties were worn over, not under the garters.
Lily's ass was a pair of plump white globes of flesh, full and rounded ...
Flawless.
Black lace panties were see-through veils stretched tight across the bottoms of her cheeks, leaving the pinkish-white ass tops in view.
Mae pulled Lily's panties down, baring her ass, but folding the rolled panties below the buns so Lily's cunt was shielded from Al's view.
Mae rummaged through a cup of pencils and pens. She selected a magic marker.
Mae wrote, in big block capital letters, on Lily's left ass cheek:
"I BELONG TO MAE."
"That tickles," Lily giggled.
Mae pulled up the panties, squeezing ass cheeks as she did so.
"Okay, Lily, you can lower your skirt," Mae said. "You go run off to lunch now. I want to be alone with Al."
"I already ate lunch, Mae!"
"So, go shopping!"
"Uh, I'm a little low on money ... "
"Already?!"
"You want me to wear pretty things so I'll be pretty for you, don't you, Mae?!"
"What a doll!" Mae laughed.
From a pocket book money purse she peeled some bills off and passed them to Lily, who palmed them out of sight.
"Thanks, Mae. You're sweet!"
Lily bent, kissed Mae on the forehead. Mae put her hand on the back of Lily's neck, and kissed her mouth.
Lily opened up. Mae put her tongue in the mouth and tasted it. Her hand darted to Lily's tits and felt them up.
When she broke off the kiss, Mae said,
"Come back in an hour."
"Okay, Mae! See you later! See you later, Mr. Bunky!"
"Lock the front office door when you go out!"
"Okay, Mae!"
Lily left.
"Cute kid," Al said.
"How cute, you'll never know!"
"Yeah, I got the idea when you wrote your name on her ass!"
"That's not all I do on her ass," Mae gloated. "Sometimes I make her -"
"Whoa!"
Al held up his hand, forestalling any more confidences. "Please, Mae, I'm already over stimulated already!"
"Oh, yeah? Maybe we can do something about that!"
Al reached across the desk and gathered up his photos of Juanita being fucked by the dog, like he was folding a hand of cards which hadn't won the pot.
He slipped them in his jacket's breast pocket, started to rise. No sale here, but this was just a side angle he had worked up. The real dough would come from the hotel owners he was shaking down. He was asking for five grand ... he would take two, and be glad of it.
This was just a crazy idea he cooked up on the side. Worth a try.
He started to rise.
"Well, thanks for the time, Mae - "
Her hand shot across the desk, sharp-nailed fingers closing on his wrist.
"Where you going, Al? What's the rush?"
"Got to get some deals cooking, Mae!"
"So? Why you leaving?"
"Thought you said you weren't interested in what I've got to sell!"
"Don't jump to conclusions! ...Sit down."
Al sat.
"Let me level, Al - if we deal, you've got to supply me with good quality photos, prints, professionally taken, none of this shit! Good lighting, the works - you gotta be able to see what's going on! The photo quality's got to be a lot better quality than this!"
"I didn't think you wanted to buy!"
"I like you, Al, and I want to throw some business your way. I might be able to move some of your stuff to the uh, the less discriminating customers!"
"What made you change your mind?"
"Stand up!"
Al stood.
Mae pointed at his bulging crotch. "That did!"
Al got a hard-on watching the video, and it had been renewed when Mae bared Lily's ass to write her name on it in magic marker.
"I've got a proposition for you, Al!"
"Business ... or pleasure?"
"Both!" she cackled. "You make nice to me, and I'll do business with you!"
Al squeezed his swollen cock.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"Get naked for me, Al!"
Al stripped.
He piled his clothes on the seat he had formerly occupied. It was just like Mae to exact a price like this!
He knew it wasn't that she was so hot for his flesh, but that she liked to establish this ritual of dominance.
She was a woman working in a male racket, and she had taken the male's prerogative of having females come across if they wanted to do business in the trade.
Well, that was okay with Al. He had done Mae before, and she was a pretty straightforward fuck, with none of the really kinky stuff.
Talk about a casting couch - !!
Mae had one right in her office, a leather covered couch running along the wall opposite her desk.
That was where she did her playmates, male and female, in the office.
Al thought, what the hell. His cock was hard anyway, and this was better than stroking it off or sticking it into Juanita.
The dog-violated maid was starting to get on his nerves, and he couldn't wait to close these deals so he could unload her.
Besides, at least he could fuck Mae's cunt, which he sure couldn't and wouldn't do with Juanita, who had been done by a dog.
He just could never stick it in a hole where a dog had been - and come.
"Stretch out and make yourself comfortable, Al!"
"Sure ... "
Leather cushioning was sticky and clinging against his back and ass as he stretched out on his back on the couch.
Mae stripped off her blouse and skirt. She came over to the couch and took off her bra, freeing huge pendulous tits.
She put her hand between her thighs and rubbed her cunt. Flabby dangling cunt lips quivered from the massage.
She fingered herself good and wet, then mounted him.
"Cunt lapping I can always get from Lily," Mae leered, "what I want is cock!"
She straddled his hips, took hold of his cock, held it upright with its head aimed square at her blubbery cunt lips.
She lowered herself down, stuffing his cock head inside her.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, that's good!"
She let her meaty hips' weight carry her down on him, her hot cunt engulfing his cock, swallowing it up inside her.
She must have gotten plenty steamed up watching the video, or handling Lily's naked ass in front of him.
She couldn't have gotten her cunt this steamily moist just from the brief fingering she gave herself standing here at the couch!
Of course, she could have been rubbing and fingering her cunt all through the meeting, hands under her desk, unseen by Al.
Whatever, she was boiling hot between her legs.
Her cunt was roomy, its sliding sides heaving as they wrapped his swollen cock with plenty of hot cunt flesh.
Her cunt lips crowded the base of his cock.
Now that she had enveloped him, Mae leaned forward, causing her cunt to press even more suckingly tight on his cock.
Her thick legs were folded, hugging his flanks. She leaned forward, rocking back and forth on his cock.
Just like Mae to get on top!
She worked out, Her floppy pendulous tits flailed this way and that, blue-veined tits whose swollen nipples looked raw.
As she worked out, rocking back and forth, her tits flopped so frantically, that they practically flew up and hit her face.
She crossed her arm over her tits, pinning them down to her chest.
She really gave him a rough ride. Her fat cunt lips were squashed against his hips. His cock got sore, from how hard she fucked him.
"Come on, Al, move your ass!"
Al moved.
Sweat oiled his back, his clenched ass. He humped back and forth, slamming his cock into her, pounding pounding pounding ...
She put her free hand, one not holding down her tits, and pressed it to her cunt lips, dark spread, and seething.
She rubbed her crotch as she rocked back and forth on his cock ...
Al knew enough not to come before she did. Bad etiquette ... especially from an old doll you're trying to do business with.
Mae climaxed.
She sat up straight, impaled on his cock. Her rubbing hand froze on her cunt. She twisted, yet stayed squirming in place.
She climaxed with a shuddering yowl.
No need for Al to hold back any more. No need at all!
He let himself go - and come!
Masses of creamy come pumped out of his cock, filling Mae with spasming gushes, soaking into steamy slippery cunt flesh ...
Mae shook, strained on top of him, then gasped as her orgasm peaked, then slumped in breathless relaxation.
Her sweaty hand patted his cheek.
"You're a good boy, Al!"
"You're a good lay!"
"You're a liar, but I don't care!"
She pulled off him. His cock seethed, all scarlet under its sticky coating. Come coated her cunt lips, her upper thighs, her bush.
Come oozed between her legs.
...Afterwards, Al dressed, but Mae stayed as she was - naked.
"You know the way out, Al," she said. "You'll excuse me for not escorting you out, but I don't feel like moving!
"Besides, you've filled me with a nice hot load of come! I intend to keep it until Lily comes back! She'll lick it up!"
As Al was on his way out, Mae called to him:
"Your pictures would be better if you had a prettier chickie in it! The one you got isn't too hot!"
"Don't I know it!" Al muttered.
"What the customers really get off on is seeing a pretty girl, a sweet-faced girl, getting fucked by a dog!"
"I'll see what I can do about getting prettier models, Mae, but let's face it - even in today's anything-goes world, it's not easy to find girls who fuck dogs!"
"You'd be surprised!" Mae cackled. "And don't forget to lock the door when you go out! I wouldn't want anybody but Lily to come in and find me like this!"
"Why not?" Al asked. "You might make some new friends!"
"Man's best friend is his dog!"
"Woman's best friend, too, I'd say!"
With that parting line, Al exited.
Chapter Eight
"Deirdre, please leave the room!" Denise said. "Mr. - uh, what did you say your name is? I forgot ... "
"Bunky. Al Bunky, that's my handle."
"Right, Mr. Bunky, of course! Al Bunky! Al, right?"
"Al's just fine ... Denise."
Denise said, "Al and I have some important business to discuss, Deirdre. You go up to your room!"
"Yes, Denise!"
"Close the door, and stay inside until I tell you to come out!"
"Yes, Denise ... "
Deirdre was the perfect picture of frilly femininity. She wore a lovely thin white muslin dress, full and free and flimsy.
Her face was clear of make-up. It was pink and glowing and demure. Her head was bowed, her gaze demurely down-turned.
The ghost of a smile curved her wide pink lips.
It was sunset. The setting sun filled the room with orange-yellow light. As Deirdre passed through it, she seemed gilded in neon.
Her outfit was old fashioned. It was loose-fitting, but no matter how loosely it fit, it could not conceal her nubile curves.
Its short sleeves showed lace trimmings. Its skirt flared out from her slim waist, with lots of flowing fabric.
The fabric was thin and white and clinging. She looked willowy, with her long legs faintly outlined through the fabric.
Skirts rustled and swished as she made her way through the living room.
The guard dogs remained unmoving yet watchfully alert, as Deirdre passed.
One of the dogs was a bulldog, the other a Doberman. Each squatted at opposite ends of the room, as if observing a treaty not to intrude on each other's space.
The bulldog started to rise, to follow Deirdre.
"Stay, Tip!" Denise said. Whining, the dog got back on the floor and stretched out.
Deirdre exited the room, into the dimmer shadowed hall, then up the stairs, caressing fingers sliding up the polished railing.
As soft and sweet as Deirdre looked, that's how hard and tough Denise looked.
She wore a short tight black leather jacket, red t-shirt, faded jeans, boots. Spiked leather bands circled her wrists.
Her hair was wild, exploding in different directions, while her face was heavily and dramatically made up .
She looked like a painted tart, a young one.
Denise sat in an armchair, facing Al. She sat on the edge of her seat, booted feet on the floor, blue jean skirt wrapped and tucked up tight around her knees.
Seated, or stretched out, alongside her chair, was a huge coal-black Doberman, named Fritzi.
Its pointed ears were like the ears of the Devil. Its red eyes glowed like embers. When the Doberman looked at him, Al guessed it was imagining what it would be like to sink its fangs into his neck.
Al held up his hands.
"Now, I don't want you to worry that this is some kind of shakedown - "
"Worry?"
Denise laughed musically. "I'm not worried, Al. What girl would be worried, with two bodyguards like these?"
Meaning Fritzi and Tip, the dogs.
"And what a body they're guarding!" Al joshed anxiously.
"Are you flirting with me, Al?"
"Well - sure, why not?"
"You wouldn't want to make poor Fritzi jealous," she cooed. "He gets so very upset when he's not the front runner for my affections!"
She leaned over the side of her chair, her tits nuzzling the chair arm, as she scratched Fritzi between the ears.
With her, the devilish Doberman was a fawning puppy. It looked up at her, red eyes gone all soft and milky.
It bared ferocious fangs - but only to lick her hand. It rolled on its side, so she could scratch its sand colored belly.
"That's a good doggie, yeah!"
Denise stopped scratching Fritzi. All business, she demanded:
"What's your game, Al?"
Good question!
When Al Bunky first came out here, he was pretty sure of his plans. He was going to put the squeeze on for some hush money.
Simple deduction, actually. He questioned Ollie where he had gotten the dog, Jesse, the one which had raped Juanita.
Jesse had been bought a week ago from this kennel and dog farm outside of town, from the sisters.
That gave Al Bunky his lead. That dog had to get a taste for fucking human women somewhere, and the dog farm looked like the place, especially when he found out it was owned and operated by twin sisters.
Ollie had neglected to tell him anything about the twins, though. Al had to find out for himself, to his surprise, that they were a pair of beauties.
Identical twins - one hard and tough, Denise; the other soft and feminine, Deirdre. A pair of blonde, big-titted, nubile leggy teens.
And which of them had taught the dogs to fuck human women?
Al had come out to the place sniffing around for a payoff ... but when he got a good look at the sisters, he reminded himself, for one of the few times in his avaricious life, that there were some things better than money.
Such as flesh.
When Denise discovered that Al had not come out to the dog farm to buy a dog, she put the chill on him.
But when he dropped a few hints as to the bizarre and criminal behavior of the rape-minded canine sold by the place, Denise proved more cooperative.
It was the end of the business day. She closed up the dog farm part and Al followed her to the house, some hundred feet from the kennel.
There, in the living room, Al put his cards on the table -
Not cards, actually, but photos he had taken of the dog rape.
"I'm not the greatest picture-taker in the world," he said, "but even so, anybody can recognize the dog you sold!"
"We're hardly responsible for what our dogs do after we sell them," Deirdre had said primly. "Assuming that these aren't fakes!"
"How do we know that you didn't set up the whole thing?" Denise demanded.
"Look, let me level with you," Al said. He was a hunch player from way back, and intuition was telling him to forget about the money squeeze.
"I'm not after dough," he said, "at least, not your dough!"
That relaxed Denise, minimally.
"I'm doing you a favor," Al said. "I got this whole deal covered up to keep it from blowing up into a big scandal!"
"And why are you being so generous, Al?" Deirdre asked, her wide-eyed innocence tinged with mockery.
"No offense, Al," Denise drawled, "but you don't strike me as the philanthropic type!"
"I'm not," Al said. "But it sure would be a shame to get two such attractive young ladies like yourselves into a jam!"
Right around then, Denise told her twin:
"You go upstairs, Deirdre! I'll handle this!"
Now that Al was alone with Denise, he talked fast:
"Look - you strike me as a pretty hip chick, one who knows the score, so I'm gonna level with you!"
"Are you, Al?"
"What I am, see, is an entrepreneur - a dealer in material which is hard to get, stuff that private collectors are willing to shell out plenty of dough for!"
"Do tell!"
"If you could help me uh, get this kind of stuff, or better, we both could make a lot of money - fast!"
"How much money?"
"That depends," Al said. "For one thing, it varies with the model! Now, if I tried to peddle this kind of stuff, with this fat-assed wetback maid, I wouldn't make any real dough! Of course, I would never try to sell this stuff! But if I had, say, a real pretty girl in this - or two, if you get my drift ... "
"I think I do, Al ..."
"Then we could make some real big money!"
"You have a buyer for this sort of material?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
"Get real, Denise! That's my angle! If I told you that, I'd be cutting myself right out of the picture! I'm not stupid!"
"You've leveled with me, Al, so now I'll level with you!"
Al nodded. He sat leaning forward, forearms perched across the tops of his thighs, as he tried not to stare at Denise's tits when they jiggled out from behind that black leather jacket.
She wasn't wearing a bra, he was sure ...
"It's my sister, Deirdre!"
"What about her?"
"She's the one," Denise said. "You're smart, Al, you guessed right. Dogs don't instinctively seek human women for their mating partners. They have to be taught that kind of behavior!"
"And Deirdre is ... their teacher?"
"You'd never know it to look at her, Al. But she's a raving nympho! She just can't get enough of it, has to have it all the time!"
"You mean she does it - with dogs?"
"A kennel full of them!"
"Holy jeeze!"
"Hard to believe, isn't it? It's our family secret. I have to help her. As long as she gets plenty of fuckings, she's normal. But if she goes too long without, she's like a junkie without a fix!
"She's a strange girl, Al - strange up here!"
Significantly, Denise tapped her skull.
"The only way she can orgasm is if she's degraded! She has animal lust which she thinks can be satisfied only by other animals! And she needs to get fucked by them! She's had every dog in the place!"
Avarice glittered in Denise's heavily mascaraed eyes.
"I bet people would pay a lot of money to see something like that, huh, Al? Seeing my sister doing it with her dogs, I mean!"
"Well, not a lot of money - " Al hedged, already thinking how he could chisel the lion's share for himself.
"Don't shit me, Al! If we're going to work together, there can't be any of you trying to con me!"
"Let's just say that photos and films of Deirdre doing it with dogs could give us both a nice piece of change."
"Huh! Well, then, maybe we've got a deal!"
"A deal? Listen, what about Deirdre?"
"What about her?"
"Will she play along?"
"Are you kidding, Al? I told you, she fucks dogs for free!"
"Yeah, but not on camera -- is she liable to freeze up when the cameras are rolling and the dog is ready?"
"You don't know Deirdre! Try and stop her!"
"She'll play ball?"
"She does whatever I tell her to do!"
After a pause, Al said, " ...That sounds interesting ... "
"Don't get the wrong idea, Al. Deirdre belongs to me!"
"You're cute, Al - real cute!"
Chapter Nine
Deirdre did it naked in the mud with dogs. Not with a dog -
With dogs! In the plural ... although she took them on one at a time.
"Damnedest thing I've ever seen!" Al Bunky muttered.
Denise stood beside him, outside the dog pen where Deirdre and the dogs were doing their thing.
The kennels proper were set back some hundred or so feet from the house. Closer to it were some fenced yards in the rear.
A small square enclosure, penned off by five-foot high chain link fences topped with sharp barbs.
The enclosure was bare of all blades of grass. Nothing grew in that paddy but mud. It was more like a pig sty than anything else.
Coiled like a green fat snake lay the garden hose, attached to the fixture at the rear of the house, an outdoor faucet.
Water from that hose kept the yard in a state of oozing watery mud, thick and full and blackly dark.
The ground was a mud patch. Stepping into it, one stepped into oozing mud reaching halfway up the shin bones.
Deirdre wallowed there now, with the dogs.
Inside, she had disrobed.
First, though, Denise had excused herself from Al and gone upstairs to confer with her sister, explaining she had to prepare her.
Denise was running a little game. She allowed Al to think it was Deirdre who was the unstable dog lover.
She, Denise, pretended to be the more levelheaded one, who catered to her sister's obsession, keeping it from getting out of hand.
Denise practiced this deceit, since she intuited that if Al knew that both sisters were dog-fuckers, he would figure they both were unstable, and therefore try to chisel a larger share of potential profits from them.
If he assumed that Denise was "normal," another hustler like himself, she reckoned she could cut a better deal in the future.
Not to mention running some numbers on Al's head.
She started running those numbers as soon as she had shepherded Deirdre down the stairs and into the living room.
"Denise was just telling me all about you, Mr. Bunky!"
"Call me Al!"
"Sure, Al, and please call me Deirdre!"
"Glad to!"
"So, I understand that you share an interest of mine!"
"Uh, strictly as a watcher."
"Yes - surprising how many men really desire to see a girl and a dog do it. But they don't have any desire to do it with dogs themselves!"
"Not even if it's a female dog," Al said.
"No, I don't have much use for them myself, the bitches!"
"Al would like to see you in action, sweetie," Denise said.
"Would you really?" Deirdre smiled.
"Yeah ... very much so!"
Deirdre looked at Denise.
"When?"
"Now!"
"Suits me fine," Deirdre sang out musically. "Where?"
"In the mud patch," Denise said. "Show Al that you're not afraid to get a little bit mussed up!"
Denise said to Al, "Wait'll you see this mud patch scene, it will blow your mind! Your, uh, clientele should go for it!"
"That's what I'm always looking for," Al grinned. "Novelty acts!"
"That's what you'll get!"
Denise went to her sister, stood alongside her. Interesting contrast they made, Denise all hard-edged, tough; Deirdre all sweet and feminine in her frilly outfit.
Denise rubbed Deirdre's shoulders, then undid the buttons at the back of her dress.
"Get naked, honey!"
"...Okay!"
Al tried to look casual, but hot color flushed his face, and the warmth spreading through his veins had nothing to do with the booze he had consumed.
Deirdre stood facing Al. She slipped out of the top of her dress. Heavy tits with sharp-pointed nipples stretched her white bra cups.
Her tit tops jiggled in her bra as she pulled down the rest of her dress and stepped out of it.
Denise stood by her sister's side, like a wardrobe mistress. She took Deirdre's dress and neatly folded it and put it aside.
"All the way, Deirdre!"
"Unhook my bra, will you?"
"Sure."
Deirdre presented her back to her sister. Denise unhooked the back of the bra. Deirdre shrugged loose from it, her tits popping free.
Gorgeous milky tits with shocking pink nipples. Full, rounded mounds of flesh ...
Al Bunky was a tit man, and the sight of Deirdre's set hit him hard. He guessed that Denis's boobs, hidden under her blouse, were a match for her twin's.
With seeming innocence, Deirdre cupped her tits. Cooing with pleasure, she rubbed them, plumping them up.
"Do you like my boobies, Al?" she simpered.
"Sure!" he rasped hoarsely. "They're great!"
"My nipples are stiff," Deirdre mused.
She pressed the pads of her thumbs against the throbbing points of her nipples, pressing and rubbing them.
"Panties, too!" Denise said.
She pulled down her twin's panties. Deirdre giggled as the panties fluttered down to her ankles.
She made no move to cover herself. Her bush was Huffily blonde, her cunt lips were dark pink, with a moist slit.
"Oh, dear! Whatever will Mr. Bunky think of me?!" Deirdre wondered aloud, but she didn't seem too perturbed at standing stark naked in front of him.
Earlier, Denise had taken the two dogs, Fritzi and Tip, from the room.
"They get too darn excited when Deirdre starts heating up!" she had explained to Al. "I don't like them acting up in the house!"
Now, Deirdre had to get herself more excited.
"The dogs get off on the smell of her," she said. "Play with your pussy, Deirdre! Get it good and hot for the doggies!"
"Gee, I'm kind of embarrassed about doing it in front of Mr. Bunky!"
"Al," he reminded her, "call me Al! And don't worry about a thing, doll! After all, I'm a promoter in the novelty acts biz. There ain't much you can do that I haven't seen before!"
"Maybe we can change your mind on that score, Al," Denise said.
Deirdre stood there, pinching a stiff nipple, pulling it. Her other hand drifted down her middle to fall on her crotch.
She stroked her cunt lips. They rippled under her massaging fingers. She pulled her nipple with one hand and fondled her cunt with the other.
Wetness oozed in her slit, smearing on her fingers. She lay them on her cunt and rubbed them up and down, real fast.
Wetness smeared on her fingers. She spread her legs wider, pressed her middle finger to her sticky cunt lips, and slid it in.
She stood there finger-fucking herself, legs bent at the knees, stiff-nippled tits dangling heavily.
She pumped her finger in and out of her cunt, working it wet.
"That's enough," Denise murmured.
"Just a little more - " Deirdre panted.
"That's enough! Save the rest of it for the dogs!"
"Oh, all right!" Deirdre giggled.
"I'll be right back," Denise said.
When she returned from the adjacent room, a moment later, she carried a leash and collar. Obediently Deirdre trotted to her.
Denise fitted the collar around Deirdre's swanlike neck, buckling it into place. It was a band of rugged dark brown leather, decorated with metal studs.
Denise attached one end of the long chain leash to Deirdre's collar, clipping it into place, then looping the leash's other end around her wrist.
"Now, we're ready!"
Al rose, a bit unsteadily. Part of his shakiness was from the booze, but more than half of it was a direct result of seeing naked Deirdre dominated by her twin.
"All right," Denise said, "down, girl!"
Deirdre dropped to her hands and knees.
"This way," Denise beckoned.
She went through the rooms to the rear of the house. Deirdre crawled after her, scampering on her hands and knees.
All her soft masses of flesh, her tits and ass, jiggled and shook. Al walked behind Deirdre's behind.
Her butt jiggled. Her cunt lips, darkly moist from her earlier handling, shone stickily as she crawled.
Through the kitchen they went, down three wooden stairs to the back yard.
The dog pens, the fenced yards, were close to the house. The pen had a cage in its far corner, opposite the gate.
The cage was some three feet high, three feet wide, and four feet long. It was presently unoccupied.
It was a sultry cloudy night. The house was isolated, with the nearest neighbor's lights some half-mile distant.
Denise said, "Here, Al, hold this for a minute, won't you?"
She handed him her end of the leash. Its other end was of course attached to the collar circling Deirdre's neck.
Uncomfortably, Al took hold of it. Deirdre groveled on the ground, her head just about level with his crotch.
She acted like a dog. As soon as the collar had been buckled into place, she spoke hardly a word. But she had plenty of vocalizations.
She sniffed, whoffed, panted, and whined, just like a dog.
She padded alongside Al. In the dimness of night, broken by the milky yellow light shed by the outdoor lamps, Deirdre's white skin gleamed ghostly.
She brushed her sleek flanks against Al. She stuck out her tongue, licked his hand.
Al patted the top of her head.
"Nice doggie," he muttered.
Denise turned the faucet of the outdoor fixture, then carried the hose over to the fenced in paddock.
It was one of those hoses activated by squeezing down on the hand grip. Aiming it at the muddy ground of the paddock, Denise sprayed into it.
"Got to make it good and wet for Deirdre!" she explained, raising her voice to be heard over the hiss of the spray.
"Deirdre loves to roll around in the mud!"
The ground within the paddock had been a muddy morass even before Denise sprayed into it. Now, large puddles of chocolate brown water bubbled within muddy craters. Denise cut off the spray.
"There, that should do it!"
She took the leash from Al. He was glad to let go. Deirdre was a freaky chick, and despite his wise guy attitude, she unnerved him.
Tugging on the leash, Denise had Deirdre follow, on all fours, to the gate of the paddock.
Denise unfastened the dog leash, leaving Deirdre collared. Deirdre stood on two legs, so Denise didn't have to bend forward.
Denise unlatched the paddock gate. The paddock was empty, so far. Denise swung the gate open wide. The pen was as yet empty.
Denise moved behind her sister. Placing both hands on her bare back, she gave her a powerful push.
Deirdre hurtled into the pen, her bare feet sinking up to mid-calf level in the layers of bubbling, oozing mud.
Her arms wind milled as she sought to keep her balance. She was moving fast. Sucking mud caught at her feet, not wanting to release them.
Deirdre tripped, flopping face forward in the mud.
She smacked down with an audible splat. She was unhurt - so deep was the mud that it cushioned all her fall.
Falling forward, she measured her full length in the mud. Her white back, butt, and legs, stood out against the engulfing mud.
Groaning, shivering with pleasure and perversion, Deirdre struggled to her hands and knees, mud oozing stickily.
She crawled around, wallowing, her beautiful white body now covered with an inch-thick coating of dripping opaque mud.
It smeared her face. Her eyes looked very white in the muddy brown mask on her face, as did her open mouth.
Her appearance absurdly called to Al's mind images of women in beauty parlors getting facial treatments with mud packs.
But Deirdre was getting an all-over mud pack!
Denise let her roll around happily in the mud. It was unsettling, to see the glee with which beautiful Deirdre begrimed herself.
Then Denise got the dogs.
Dog, actually, since she brought them forth one at a time. Had more than one dog been in the pen with Deirdre, a vicious fight would have resulted as the canines battled for the favors of this strange pink-skinned bitch in heat.
But there was no need to fight -
Plenty of Deirdre here for all the dogs!
Fritzi, the Doberman, got to take first crack.
He was high-strung to start with, and would only become more so if he had to stand by and watch Deirdre get fucked.
So, Fritzi got to go first.
Denise brought the dog forth from an adjoining pen, her fingers hooked under his collar, attempting to restrain him.
Fritzi's devil-dog ears were pinned back. He whined as his sensitive nostrils caught the scent of a female in heat.
In his forward rush he almost overpowered Denise, who had to dig her heels in to keep him from racing away from her.
Denise had said the dog was harmless, but Al flattened out against the fence to keep a distance between the Doberman's snout and his flesh.
But it was Deirdre who dominated the dog's desires.
As soon as she steered the Doberman to the open gate of the pen, Denise let go.
The Doberman sprang forward.
Denise shut the gate and latched it, sealing her twin with the dog.
The Doberman scrambled forward. "Scrambled" was the word, for the sucking deep mud slowed him as nothing else could.
The dog sank in deep, Mud squelched each time he pulled a paw free from the clutching morass, to lope forward.
Its big black body pressed Deirdre's flanks, smearing mud on the dog.
Uncaring of the filth, it pressed its boxy snout against Deirdre's mud-spattered tits, sniffing and licking.
Circling her, its black nose prodded her ass and cunt.
Deirdre hunkered down on hands and knees in the mud, wiggling her ass back and forth.
The Doberman mounted her.
Its muddy forepaws slid across her back, smearing wide brown bands. It almost lost its balance, but recovered.
It walked forward on its hind legs. Its upper body was jet black, but its underside was brown.
Its big fat Doberman dog's cock jutted out.
It humped its underside against Deirdre's ass.
Deirdre jerked her head up. Mud-spattered tits dripped gobs of runny dirt that spattered into the morain below her.
The Doberman dog lunged. It couldn't get its cock in the right place, it kept slipping and sliding in the mud.
Deirdre groaned with pain as the dog cock slid into the crack of her ass. Its cock pressed her tight asshole.
Deirdre reached behind herself. She guided the dog cock to her cunt.
She had done this before - the skittish dog trusted her to handle its sensitive dog dick, a trust born of many steamy sessions such as this.
Then she pressed the fat plug of the dog cock to her cunt lips and worked it inside her, jamming it deep.
Not even the mud pack coating her face could conceal the spasm of fulfillment, of ecstasy, which crossed her face.
Then the dog dick was inside her, plugging, stretching her, filling her.
The Doberman yipped excitedly.
Now that it had gotten partial penetration, it pushed deeper, driving in all the way, with hard stabbing thrusts.
The paddock gate was latched shut. Al and Denise stood side by side, leaning against the fence, looking in.
"What do you think, Al? Something to see, huh?"
"I'll say! It's fucking sensational!"
"Bet a lot of guys would pay big dough to see this!"
"That's a sure-win bet," Al seconded.
Under the moonless sky, in the haze of yellow light weakly shining into the back yard, in a mass of mud, Deirdre fucked a Doberman.
"Why is it, Al, that men like to watch a woman fuck a dog?"
"I dunno, I'm no psychiatrist!"
"Don't shit me, Al! You've got to know the psychology of your customers! Come on, take a guess! Or let me bring it on home a bit closer - why does it turn YOU on to see it?"
"What makes you think it turns me on?"
Denise put her hand on his crotch and squeezed his hard-on.
"This tells me all I need to know about you, Al!"
"Hey, I'm not into this shit myself, I only make a living from it!"
"Which you couldn't do, if you didn't have a taste for it yourself, Al? Am I right? After all, you don't find too many butchers that are vegetarians!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you've got a taste for the product you peddle!"
"Maybe it's you that's having that effect on me, Denise!"
"Maybe ... "
He put his hand over hers and pressed it harder to his crotch, where his cock stood up straight and tall in his pants.
Denise started feeling, fondling him.
The Doberman put it to Deirdre hard and fast. She leaned forward, bracing her forearms against the ground to resist the dog's hard-driving humping, each stroke of which threatened to knock her forward.
Finally the dog drove deep, and came.
It tilted its head back and howled up at the moonless sky.
In the nearby pen, Tip the bulldog barked in jealous empathy. Aroused by the hot interspecies sex, Tip eagerly awaited his turn.
The Doberman's howl cut off right in the middle, as its last spasming gushes squeezed the final full load of come from its dog cock.
Satisfied, it whimpered like a puppy.
Its head sank forward, coming to a rest on the front paws which it placed square across Deirdre's back.
Then it crouched there for a time, head hanging, sides heaving as it panted for breath, giving off many whines and yips.
Denise took her hand off Al's cock, which she had been stroking through his pants.
"Kind of a tease, ain't ya?" Al asked.
"Don't worry, I'm just going to supply my sister with another playmate, then I'll come back to you!"
As soon as Fritzi was sufficiently relaxed, he dismounted from Deirdre, popping his dog cock out of her cunt.
Denise wouldn't set foot in the muddy pen. Fritzi came when she called him. She herded him back into the adjacent pen.
Then she brought Tip the bulldog to her sister, Deirdre, to further excite her dog-desiring lust ...
Chapter Ten
Where had he gone wrong?
Later, Al Bunky would harp on that very question, often and obsessively. And the way things worked out, he had plenty of time in which to dwell on his mistakes.
Not that it really took an Einstein to figure out where Al had gone wrong.
He had forgotten the most basic rule:
Never trust a woman!
And when that woman was only one-half of a team of twins, why, that sure called for double caution, double suspicion -
Or so Al later told himself, with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight. But that was later, on the sodden morning after.
He had watched the show. After fucking yet a third dog, Deirdre had reached her limit. Her cunt was too sore to take on any more.
She clambered out of the mud patch, then, shakily rising to two legs, swaying, with globs and rivulets of mud rolling off her flesh.
The dogs had been hosed down and put away.
Deirdre staggered forward, sucking mud making obscene wet noises as she came forth. She walked with her legs spread.
Her cunt was sore, irritated from uninhibited animal rutting. Groaning, gasping, she emerged from the pen.
Deirdre leaned against the chain-link fence. Denise stood some few feet from her, aiming the hose.
She adjusted the nozzle for a finer spray, then pulled the handgrip.
Squealing. Deirdre raised her hands in front of her face.
Denise directed the spray over her sister, sluicing scads of mud off in rolling rivulets which streamed down her.
This woman of mud was stripped of her oozing brown coating, baring the pinkish white flesh which lay beneath.
Deirdre gasped and gurgled as she was washed down. Denise directed the spray all over, from top to bottom.
Deirdre bowed her head. Holding the spray nozzle inches from her scalp, Denise washed the mud from her sister's head.
"Turn around," Denise said.
Deirdre pressed her naked front against the fence, while Denise hosed her back. Jets of spray bounced off outthrust ass cheeks.
Denise directed the spray up between Deirdre's legs. Deirdre whooped and gasped, but kept her legs open for the spraying.
Denise turned her round, and gave her front a quick rinsing.
Now, Deirdre was scrubbed squeaky clean. Water coating her white flesh made it glisten as if oiled.
Deirdre was too spent, too played-out, to be leashed and walked on all fours, so she was allowed to walk into the house on two legs.
"Make yourself comfortable, Al," Denise said. "I'm going to put Deirdre to bed - she's had enough excitement for one night!"
"See you later, Al!" Deirdre said.
"You were great, doll," Al said, meaning it, "just great!"
Denise offered her sister a shoulder on which to rest her head and an arm to steady her as the twins vanished upstairs.
Al took out his pocket flask and had a nip. Had a few, in fact.
His stiff cock was starting to soften, but it was all steamed up and ready to stand up straight at the drop of a hat.
Or at the touch of a female.
Some ten minutes later, Denise came down the stairs, alone.
"Deirdre's been put to bed," she said. "Now, it's my turn!"
She was sleek, sexy, seductive. She came to him and plopped down in his lap, arms clutching his shoulders.
"Since we're going to be business associates, Al, we should get to know each other a whole lot better!"
"Sounds good to me, doll!"
Tight jeans were stretched across her rounded rump. What an ass she had!
Heart-shaped, a pair of ripe globes deeply divided, every roundness and crease displayed due to the skin-tight jeans.
Her ass pressed his crotch, where his simmering cock spasmed into stiffness, rising into full-fledged erection.
Denise's lips were painted red, bright red. "Kiss me, Al!"
He kissed her.
Her mouth was warm, spicy, with a wicked tongue. Their mouths locked, their tongues fenced, licking, lapping.
He reached inside her open jacket of thin black leather, to grab a tit. She was braless, but her heavy mounds stood up firmly.
He felt her through her shirt. It was so thin, he felt her body heat come simmering through it.
Her nipples were stiff. He rolled her shirt upward, baring a pink belly, then the undersides of her tits, then her fat dark pink nipples.
Those nipples were neat, like buttons of pink flesh pasted on the tips of her white tit mounds.
His mouth moved down from hers, fastening on a nipple. As he sucked, she squirmed her rounded ass against his stiff cock.
He rubbed the tops of her taut thighs, through her jeans, but that was not so satisfying as her bare flesh.
His hands circled her slim waist, so very slim in contrast with her heavy tits and her rounded hips.
He stood her up. His cock bulged in his pants.
Denise peeled.
She pulled off her black leather jacket and tossed it negligently over her shoulder, not caring where it landed.
Off came her red t-shirt, baring her tits.
They looked just as good as Deirdre's - and why not? They were virtually identical to them.
Except that Deirdre bared her tits for the banner-like tongues and furry snouts of cunt-crazed dogs.
Too bad Deirdre was a dog fucker, Al thought. Otherwise, he could have fancied a bit of two-for-one action -
Two twins, and himself!
But after seeing Deirdre down in the mud, humping those dogs one after the other, milking their dog cocks and greedy for more, Al could never fuck her. Good thing Denise didn't share her sister's perversion.
Or so Al thought ...
Of course, if Deirdre hadn't been a dog fucker, Al would never have found his way out here. It was simple to figure out what happened.
Here at the dog farm, the pooches got the taste for human cunts, due to being fucked by Deirdre.
But when the dogs were sold, some of them still retained that taste. And in the case of Jesse, the dog, deprived of fucking a woman for a week, had resorted to violent rape to get what it wanted from Juanita.
Juanita!
There was another problem ... earlier, Al had kept her in reserve, figuring he could force her to fuck more dogs.
While he took pictures and stills and videos and movies of the action, selling them off to Mae Teezle.
But that was before he came across Deirdre.
Not only did Deirdre love to fuck dogs, but she was gorgeous, too!
Compared to blonde, big-titted, angel-faced, long-legged Deirdre, Juanita was, well, dog meat ...
And Denise was just as good looking as her twin, except that her taste ran to studs of the two-legged variety.
Or so Al thought!
Denise peeled to the waist, staying bare above it. She got on her knees in front of Al, between his spread legs.
Her fingers freed his cock from his trousers. She opened his pants and pulled his stiff cock out of them.
His lance of flesh leaned forward, sticking in her face. Denise clutched the cock, nuzzling its head.
She pressed lots of little licks and kisses on his cock, and on his balls, too. Then she took him in her mouth.
Her lips hugged his shaft, which sank inside her mouth.
Al's sighing groans deepened in proportion to the amount of his cock planted in Denise's sucking mouth.
Taking him by the root, she held his cock steady at the base and bobbed her head back and forth, sucking him.
He was plenty steamed up already, and she was good with her mouth, so it didn't take too much of what she had to get to him.
She sucked him off.
When he came in her mouth, Denise swallowed it down.
A greedy little cocksucker ...
But she was greedy for more than just sucking his cock. It stayed stiff even after she had drained it of its load of come.
Her face was pink, flushed, moist, with wetness smeared around her mouth. She wiped a strand of come off her chin and swallowed it.
She crossed to a chair and approached it from behind. She had her back to him as she opened her jeans and pulled them down.
Jeans so tight as that took some effort to remove. She pulled them down to her ankles, to her black boot tops.
She let her panties fall in the same direction, and then she was bare. Pressing her palms for support, she leaned far forward.
And stuck her ass out toward him.
Gorgeous ripe shining ass, whose cheeks were deeply divided by a plunging bottom cleft. When she parted her thighs, she exposed her cunt lips.
Moving like a sleepwalker, Al went to her.
Pants and shorts flopped down to his ankles. His cock stuck out, its moist sticky head quivering inches from her ass.
Denise reached behind herself and took hold of his stiff cock. It twitched and throbbed in her grip.
She pulled the cock head to her cunt.
Al stuffed his cock inside her.
Denise was dripping wet. She was so well lubricated that his cock went in easily, despite its swollen size, and the tightness of her cunt.
She was very tight, hugging his cock like a glove with her spicy satin interior.
He put her to the cock and fucked her.
As his red rod pumped back and forth in her, his hands fastened on her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them.
His cock made wet sounds as it pumped in her. As his orgasm neared, he took hold of her hips and really put it to her, driving it hard -
His second orgasm rocked him to his very depths.
...But on the morning after, Al Bunky was cast down to the depths of despair, of dismay, of - debasement.
Denise and Deirdre came to mock him.
"You crazy cunts!" Al yelped. "Let me out of here!"
"Awww, poor thing!" Deirdre pouted with mock sympathy. "I don't think our new doggie cares for his accommodations!"
"They might be a bit cramped," Denise giggled. "Maybe later, if he's a good dog, we'll let him out for a little exercise!"
"When I get out of here," Al snarled, "I'll make you sluts wish you had never been born, you lousy little - "
But Al's snarls were minimal to those of Fritzi. The Doberman was leashed, and the leash was well held, but Fritzi, sensing the hostility in Al, surged forward against the leash, rumbling with blood-chilling growls.
Terrified, Al squirmed to the back of his cage.
Yes, cage ...
Oh, Denise had played a cunning game last night! The wanton was a sex freak who had fucked him into exhaustion.
She had plied him with plenty of booze, too. Had he been paying more attention, Al might have noticed that she never took a drop. But it couldn't have been whisky and fucking alone which had knocked him for a loop - no, she had drugged him, dosing his booze with a knockout pill!
Then, semi-conscious, stripped, Al had been hustled out of the house and locked into the cage in the muddy dog pen back behind the house.
Where he now was, hours later.
It was getting late, the sun was sinking low. The house was so isolated that there wasn't even a paved road in sight. Al had yelled himself hoarse, but nobody came to investigate the curious case of a man caged like a dog.
And well-caged.
This cage was plenty tough, designed to secure the largest and unruliest of dogs - it worked equally well with men.
The cage was too low for Al to sit up in, too short for him to stretch out in. All he could do was huddle miserably.
His sodden flesh looked grayish in the cage, that is, where mud had not smeared all over him. He had the hangover of all time and his throat was bone-dry.
Denise and Deirdre were casually dressed. Deirdre wore a blouse and Bermuda shorts, Denise wore a halter and a pair of cut-off denims.
"You crazy cunts!" More fear than anger was in him, and it showed. "You can't keep me caged up like this!"
"Why not?" Deirdre giggled.
"Nobody's going to miss Al Bunky enough to come looking for him," Denise smirked. "We can keep you here as long as you like!"
"What! - You're crazy, both of you! Why - why are you doing this to me?!"
"Oh, I thought for sure you of all people would understand, Al," Denise said. "After all, you said you were into novelty acts - well, so are we!
"Now, as soon as you tell me the name of your contact for the doggie-sex pictures, and how I can reach them, why, then you'll get your food and water!"
"Hah! You got a long wait if you think I'll tell!"
"We can afford to wait long, Al! You really didn't think I was going to let a cheap chiseler like you get your hooks into me and my sister? Oh, no, chum! We don't need you! But if you want to eat and drink, you'd better talk, and give with the name of your connection in the business!"
Al wasn't ready to talk -- not yet. But he knew he would talk, eventually.
"Suppose I do tell," he said sullenly. " ...Then what?"
"Then we treat you nice," Denise giggled, "like the good doggie you are!"
EPILOGUE
SOME TIME LATER:
How much sexual frustration can a man take?
The answer, for Al Bunky -- as much as his owners wanted to dish out to him.
Dish out - ?! That was an appropriate way to put it, since Al took all his meals from a dog dish, took his water, too.
He was fed dog food. He wouldn't eat it - for the first two days and nights in his kennel. Until at last, he got so hungry he would have eaten anything, including things a lot worse than dog food.
Denise and Deirdre had a simple system. They caged him and kept him there, trapped with his own filth - for the sole sanitary facilities were the newspapers on the floor. When they finally let him out of the cage, he looked like a sick dog, and was almost too weak to crawl out of the cage.
Weak enough to meekly, almost gratefully submit as he was collared, a thick collar secured with a padlock and controlled by a leash.
Among the other restraints locked on him, while he was too weak to resist.
They washed him down, with hoses, then let him eat. He was broken.
He was broken, but whenever either of the twins was in his presence, one of the big dogs was there, too. If he should be so mad as to attack his owners, the snarling dog would have ripped him with its fangs.
And so, Al Bunky was tamed and house broken.
This night, something new would be added.
For a few days now, the twins had mysteriously and portentously hinted at the big night which was coming up.
Now that the evening had arrived, Al was brought into the house, walked in on his leash, guided by Deirdre.
He had at first assumed that Deirdre was more gentle than Denise, due to her softer, more feminine looks. But Deirdre was much more the sadist.
Al was naked. He had not shaved - been shaved, rather - since being taken captive, and now he had the beginnings of a bushy beard.
He was pinkly nude. He was occasionally penned in the yard under the sun, to crouch in a large pen of dogs.
He was collared, leashed, cuffed, and chained. Thick plastic cuffs circled his wrists, joined by a short length of chain. His ankles were similarly cuffed and chained. Both hand and feet restraints were so designed to allow some slack for him to crawl, yet not enough for him to get far should he be so foolish as to break and run.
Not that he would have a chance. One of the big dogs was always there. If he should try to escape, the dog would be loosed to bring him down.
Additionally, a brass ring was locked around the top of his balls. It fit at the top of the sac, fit snugly yet not uncomfortably -
Except when one of the twins should tug too sharply on one of the small tough chains they occasionally fastened to the brass ring.
Yellow-gold sunlight blazed at the western horizon, gilding the staring windows of the house and brought inside.
Taken into the living room. Its furniture was shoved to the sides, out of the way. The floor was spread with scattered newspapers.
There were two other dogs, Fritzi and Tip. The dogs were well trained not to fight, but they made Al Bunky anxious all the same.
The twins were highly sexed up. They had eaten a big dinner earlier, consuming much alcohol in the form of wine and cordials and whatnot.
Deirdre wore lace, and Denise leather, but before too very long, they stripped down to the bare flesh.
Al was stationed in a corner, out of the action. He crouched down like a good doggie. When he was not a good doggie, he was whipped.
He was starting to enjoy the whippings.
That worried him.
First, Denise and Deirdre played with each other.
They pressed their naked fronts together, standing touching tit to tit, their hard nipples throbbing while sliding back and forth across soft tit flesh.
They pressed pelvises, so that their moist cunt lips kissed.
The dogs, Fritzi and Tip, caught the scent of sex. They whined eagerly, dark wet nostrils sniffing, ears perking up.
Denise and Deirdre kissed and fondled each other.
Denise came to Al. The other two dogs started to rise up, but a sternly spoken word of command from Deirdre made them sit back down.
Denise pushed her cunt in Al's face, after she made him beg for it. Not with words -- he was not allowed to speak.
He had to sit with his hands held up at his shoulders and his pink tongue hanging out, while Denise teased him.
She pulled the leash, tugging his face to her cunt.
Only a week or two ago, he would have puked at the idea of going down on a cunt which was regularly cocked by canines.
Now, he was only grateful and eager.
He licked and lapped her cunt. He put his tongue inside her. Her juices tingled on his tongue. He thrust it in and out, back and forth.
He went down on Denise until she came.
She told him he was a good doggie - when she caught her breath.
But he had only been getting her hot and wet for her real lover - a real dog!
A square stool, a padded foot rest, occupied center stage on the floor. Denise draped herself over it, face down.
She spread her wet thighs and exposed her juicy cunt, dripping with saliva.
"Fritzi!"
The big black Doberman rose quickly at his mistress' call. It was ready - its dog cock jutted straight and stiff and swollen.
Deirdre took Al in hand while Denise got fucked by the dog. Of course, the German shepherd was present, to stand guard should Al try something stupid.
Deirdre stood in front of him, facing Denise, which put her back and backside looming up in front of his face.
Leaning back, she shoved her ass into his wet sticky face, pulling his leash so his face was pushed in between her cheeks.
He knew what she wanted - something she couldn't get from one of the real dogs - an ass-licking. Dog tongues were too big and sloppy for precision work, like licking a tiny dimpled asshole.
Al pressed his mouth to the dimpled puckered hole, fastening his lips to it in a hot kiss, then licked the squirming hole.
His own cock was hard, and jutted out in front of him.