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Ginny's Descent Into Depravity
Chapter 1
The offices here were disgustingly similar to those of every
other employment agency Ginny Dennison had visited since Monday
when she began in earnest to find a job. And not a particular job
this time; she'd learned her bitter lesson about job-hunting long
ago. This time she had promised herself to take anything offered
to her, anything from file clerk to dishwasher.
She read down line after line of qualifying questions, and
reluctantly checked "none" for each of the areas of previous
experience desired. And why not--there was no reason to think
that this agency would be any different from the ten or twelve--
she'd lost count--that had already turned her down. Oh, not in so
many words, of course; agencies have a way of saying no without
actually saying it. But that "we'll call you or drop you a card
if anything comes up" is more than adequate.
This agency had advertised for cocktail waitresses, and
though she had never had any experiences there either, it
certainly did not seem too difficult, and Mr. Bondman had told her
on the telephone when she answered the ad that sometimes they
considered girls without experience as trainees. At less salary,
of course, but at this point, salary was the least of Ginny's
worries.
She knew she had to find work somewhere, or start climbing
the walls. Fred had been gone now for over seven months, and for
a bride of only three weeks, that sort of absence was hard to
swallow. But Uncle Sam has a habit of putting his soldiers where
he wants them most, and for a brand-new draftee, there wasn't much
chance of getting any choice. Fred was in Germany; at least she
had that much to be thankful for. He could just as easily have
been sent to some jungle outpost in Vietnam, and that would have
unquestionably been more than she could have taken at once.
It wasn't really a matter of economics, just more a problem
of trying to stay busy. Without a job, and nothing to do all day,
the weeks seemed like months, and sometimes it seemed that Fred
would never be coming back at all.
"Have you finished your application?" A short, stubby balding
man stepped from the inner office, closing the door behind him.
She guessed he was the one she'd talked with on the phone. In
fact, he seemed to be the only person around.
"Yes ... I've finished," replied Ginny, "but I'm afraid it
won't be much help ... I just don't have the right experience to
get a job, it seems ..."
He smiled benevolently, "Well, why don't you let me be the
judge of that ... You might be qualified for something you never
thought of." He motioned toward the open door to the inner office.
"Why don't you step inside, honey, and we'll talk it over."
Something was odd about the faintest outline of a smirk on his
face, but Ginny was in no mood to be choosy.
The inner office lacked the refinements someone had added to
the reception area; at least the outer office was paneled and
well-supplied with fairly comfortable vinyl and steel chairs. The
private office showed evidence of not being painted since World
War II; the pale green paint was peeling in layers, like dead
flesh from a bad sunburn, and there were broken sections of it
here and there on the faded, sun-bleached carpet. Marty Bondman's
desk was old and battered, but without a trace of soul; and a
large, upholstered wooden swivel chair stood behind it, where
Bondman lowered his bulky, fleshy frame. "Now, let's take a look
at your qualifications," he said, glancing over the penned notes
on his brief application form.
"I called you earlier," began Ginny. "You said something
about a trainee cocktail waitress position I might be qualified
for ... I don't have any experience ... I guess you can see that."
He glanced up from the paper with that same vague smirk and looked
over her, as if making some mental appraisal.
"Haven't you ever had a job before?" he asked.
Ginny lowered her head, she'd been through this a dozen times
already. "No ... except for a part-time job when I was in high
school. I worked for a department store back in Indiana, but that
was three years ago. I got married right after high school, and
Fred--that's my husband--Fred took care of all the money matters,
so I didn't need to work."
Bondman suddenly seemed interested. "Married, you say? And
where is Fred now ... why do you suddenly need a job?"
"Oh, I don't have to go to work, I suppose," explained Ginny,
"but Fred's with the Army in Germany, and I just feel like I ought
to be working or something. It gets so boring just sitting around
all the time ... and the car's busted, so I can't even get out
much. Maybe with a job, the time would pass faster."
"How about typing and shorthand?" asked Mr. Bondman, "Did you
take any commercial courses in high school?"
Ginny looked puzzled, "Commercial courses? You mean
secretarial skills ... that kind of thing?"
He nodded.
"No, I'm afraid home economics was the only elective I took."
Bondman made a couple of scribbled notations on her
application card. "Can you type at all? Even a little hunt-and-
peck?"
Ginny shook her head, "Sorry ... That's my whole problem. I
just don't have any skills."
Bondman checked off a series of blocks on the back of the
card and put it aside and turned his gaze to Ginny. She grew
increasingly uncomfortable under his intense stare, and she self-
consciously tugged at the hem of her miniskirt, in a futile
attempt to conceal even a little of her bare thigh from his
probing eyes.
"You know, there is one job you just might be able to get,"
he grinned, "It's at a little bar out near Santa Monica ... you'd
have to wear a costume, though ... sort of like a go-go outfit."
Ginny thought for a moment. "Gee, I don't know. Fred would
kill me if he knew I was parading around in some kind of a go-go
outfit. How skimpy is it?"
Mr. Bondman laughed, "It's decent, if that's what you mean.
But just barely ... It's about the size of a bikini. Have you got
the build for something like that?"
"I ... I guess so," blushed Ginny, lowering her eyes to her
lap. "Fred says I've got a nice figure. And I was a majorette in
high school, if that means anything."
Marty Bondman pulled a sheaf of papers from his desk and
glanced over them. "Yes," he said, "it appears that the position
I mentioned is still open. However, they are very specific about
applicants being ... that is, having the right figure for the job.
It says here I'm to be absolutely certain before I send anyone
out."
Ginny looked straight at the floor, afraid to look him in the
eye. "Well, I told you the best I could do, Mr. Bondman. I ..."
"Telling me is not good enough," he interrupted, with a sly
sparkle in his eyes. "I'm afraid you'll just have to show me.
Stand up."
Ginny's mouth dropped half-open. "Mr. Bondman! I couldn't
do that ... I mean, what kind of a girl do you think I am!"
"Don't worry, honey," he assured, "it's all part of my job.
I have to look girls over all the time. You might as well get
used to it. The only kind of jobs you'll be able to get are jobs
where you show a little skin, you know what I mean? And employers
just don't hire their girls sight unseen. Now be a good kid, and
stand up so I can get a better look at you."
"Gosh, I don't know, Mr. Bondman ... But I suppose it'll be
all right, since you do it all the time." She stood up slowly and
turned her profile to his eager eyes, her firm, young breasts
swelling under her thin, cotton blouse.
With one hand, she brushed down her miniskirt, smoothing out
the faint wrinkles until it unbrokenly hugged the rich, full
curves of her hips and buttocks, clinging tightly to her smooth
flesh. As his eyes coursed over her, she suddenly wished she had
worn a longer skirt, or maybe a suit-dress with a jacket top.
Marty Bondman nodded approvingly, "It's okay from here, at
least what I can see. But you're going to have to do better than
that. I can't send you out of here without being sure, my
professional reputation's at stake. Suppose you have a big scar
on your back, or an ugly birthmark on your thigh or something. I
mean, those things show up when you're wearing a bikini top and
panties." He stood up, his hand on his chin pensively. "Yeah,
you'll just have to show me some more. I've got too much at stake
to take a chance."
Ginny stepped back defensively, "And just what do you mean by
that? I can't show you any more without taking my clothes off,
and I'm certainly not going to do that!"
Bondman's joviality suddenly vanished, "Now listen to me,
Mrs. Dennison, you're the one who's looking for work, not me. I
don't need a job; so either you follow instructions and cut out
all this modesty crap, or you can just go somewhere else and I'll
give this job to the next girl who walks through that door!" he
shouted, aiming his hand toward the closed door to his outer
office.
Ginny suddenly felt very humiliated, and a hint of a tear
began to form in the corner of her eye. "I ... I just can't do
that, Mr. Bondman, I'm not that kind of a girl ... I just can't
... I mean, I understand what you're saying, but I just can't
undress like some common tramp. I'm a married woman."
"I understand, Ginny ... I understand, but you've got to
accept my position, too. I can't risk blowing this account. It's
one of my regulars, and they always pay on time. I tell you what
..." He sat back down on his rickety chair. "I'll turn my back so
you won't be embarrassed, and you just strip down to your panties.
It'll all be over before you know it, and you can even keep your
eyes closed so's you won't blush, how's that?"
She could feel the color filling her cheeks at even the
thought of what he was suggesting. "I don't know ... I just don't
think I could do it."
But Bondman was persistent; he didn't intend to miss out on
this at any cost. If it took him all day to persuade her to drop
that skirt, he'd keep trying until he got a good look at that
luscious young body of hers. Even under the blouse and skirt, he
could tell she was really built ...
"Okay, I'm turning my back," he said, "Now you go ahead and
do as I told you. Let me know when you're ready."
"Well, maybe ..." Ginny nervously fingered the buttons on her
blouse, tossing his ultimatum back and forth in her confused mind.
That job may be the only chance I get, she told herself, and I'd
be an idiot to mess up my one and only chance ...
Mindlessly, she unbuttoned the buttons one by one, until the
thin blouse was open to her narrow waist. She felt a little chill
as the air brushed over her bare belly; and despite herself, she
could feel her tiny nipples begin to harden under the taut nylon
of her bra. With both hands, she reached around in back and
unfastened the single catch on her blue corduroy mini-skirt and
tugged on the zipper until it came down. She let the skirt fall
to her feet, then lifted it up on one foot and placed it on the
chair beside her. The sheer gauze of her pantyhose allowed her
white panties to show through clearly, and she was suddenly
stricken with the urge to grab up her things and run. But she was
determined to see this thing through, no matter how hard it was.
"Okay, you can turn around now," she whispered, half-hoping he
wouldn't hear.
Marty Bondman spun around quickly in his chair, and his eyes
popped open wide with disbelief as he gazed on the trembling,
blushing beauty standing before him. He took in the delicious
spectacle slowly, from head to toe--the smooth, unblemished flow
of her neck where it curved down to the jutting, ripely formed
melons of her breasts, swelling proudly under the sheerness of her
nylon brassiere; the trim inward curve of her waist, her perfectly
arching hips, and certainly not least, her long, well-proportioned
legs, blossoming in the soft fullness of her thighs, then again in
the supple gracefulness of her well-turned calves. "Wow! You're
too much!" was all he could manage.
Ginny stared down at the carpet, her face flushed with color.
"Please, Mr. Bondman ... don't talk like that. I just want to get
this over with as quickly as possible."
He didn't take his eyes off her for even an instant. "Sure,
honey ... It'll be all over before you know it. But you've got to
show me more than that. How about those pantyhose? And that bra?
I've got to know what kind of merchandise I'm sending out of here.
Now, I'll turn my back again and ..."
"You needn't bother," interrupted Ginny, suddenly impatient
at his treating her like a child. She reached behind with both
hands and unclasping the three catches on her bra, "I'll show you
what you want." She blinked back the stinging tears of
embarrassment in her burning eyes and loosened the snaps, letting
her bra slide down over her bare arms. Her proud young breasts
shivered in the open air, and she could feel her nipples harden
instantly as Bondman's cold, appraising stare fell on them. They
stood up firmly, without a trace of sagginess, her rigid, pink
nipples thrusting straight ahead boldly, like two tiny eyes
returning his eager gaze.
His eyes followed the twin, jutting bulges of her ripe
breasts, then down along the smooth, unblemished expanse of her
flat belly, past the puckered indentation of her navel ...
"How about the pantyhose?" he asked, almost afraid to push
his good luck any further.
She complied unhesitantly, catching the tight elastic
waistband and peeling it down over the gentle swell of her trim,
narrow hips. The top band of her panties caught in the gauzelike
material, but she made no effort to separate the two garments. As
one, she pulled them down over her soft white thighs and down past
her knees, exposing the dark patch of down at the bottom of her
belly. She pulled the hose away from her panties and began to
pull the taut, pale blue fabric back up to cover her nakedness.
"Hold it ... Just pull 'em both down. You might as well show
me everything you've got, honey!" Bondman was leaning over his
desk for a closer look, his eyes glazed with growing lust as he
eyed the gorgeous young woman peeling down to bare flesh right
before his eyes. He couldn't believe his good fortune; most of
the girls balked at his proposition, and he just sent them on
their job interviews anyway. But this one had a lot to learn. It
was more than obvious she was new to the job hunting game; he
would have known that even if the application hadn't said so.
"B--But you didn't say I had to take off everything, Mr.
Bondman," protested Ginny, her voice cracking in her humiliation.
Her cheeks were bright red in two patches that looked like someone
had brushed her with two strokes of a paint brush.
"Now don't argue with me, Ginny," replied Bondman, loosening
his collar and tie as perspiration rolled in beads down his stubby
neck, "I know what's best for you, so just do what I say."
"Well ... okay, I guess," she answered, gripping her panties
with her thumbs and yanking them down with her pantyhose until she
stepped free, leaving absolutely nothing to shield her youthful
nakedness from his eager, probing eyes.
She was the most deliciously perfect specimen of womanhood
he'd seen in a long time; not since that young surfer chick from
San Diego he'd had the unforgettable pleasure of balling right
here on this battered, torn sofa. He grinned widely as he
anticipated his plans for this delectable young beauty. Her flesh
was gorgeously tanned, save for the milky-white softness of her
inner thighs, and the pink-capped mounds of her protruding, ripely
bulging tits. He tried to imagine what that warm, moist inviting
crevice between her long legs would be like ... he knew it would
be tight and hot--it would just have to be ... and those
gracefully long stems would be so perfect entwined around his back
as he furrowed wide that sweet warm slit of hers until she begged
for mercy. But he could see she was no shop-worn barmaid, not
some broad he could just climb on like so many of the others he
regularly found jobs for. He knew this young filly was something
special, and he'd have to plan his moves ever so carefully ...
"Yes, I think you'll do nicely," he said forcing an air of
strained seriousness to his voice, though his breathing had grown
so fast he could scarcely speak without gasping. "Now just turn
around for me--slowly--so I can get a good look."
Ginny obeyed, and with reddening face turned her naked
backside to his greedy, probing gaze. Her buttock's cheeks were
tightly clenched, and were nicely firm and high, and they tucked
under tantalizingly at the tops of her creamy smooth thighs. Long
and supple, her bare legs stretched in twin perfect lengths to the
trim swell of her calves. Even her bare feet were tauntingly
inviting--dainty little-girl's feet with tiny, curled-under toes
as she stood before him, quivering a little with embarrassment.
"Ummmmm ... that's quite a nice little body you've got there,
Ginny. You should go a long way with a figure like that."
She turned back to face him, making no attempt to cover her
nudity, "I'm only interested in getting this job, Mr. Bondman.
Nothing else."
He laughed nervously, "Sure, sure. I understand ... But
there is just one more thing, though."
"What, now," implored Ginny, stopped in mid-reach as she
started to pick up her clothes, "I thought you said this was all."
"I did ... I did," replied Bondman, reaching into his right-
hand desk drawer, "But I need a couple of pictures for your new
boss. I can do a better job of 'selling' him if I can show him
what a beautiful girl you are. Just lie down there on that couch
and I'll take a couple of quick professional shots with my
Polaroid; and don't worry, I'll give 'em back to you and you can
do whatever you want with them, as soon as I show them to Sidney."
Ginny hesitated, "I don't know about any pictures. What
proof do I have that you'll give them back to me? I don't want
any pictures of me like this just floating around."
"You can trust me, honey. Now just lie down there, and look
sexy. You want the job, don't you? Why you could easily be
knocking down two hundred a week in just a few months. Isn't that
worth it?"
She decided not to argue, and sat down on the edge of the
shoddy sofa, her knees clamped together and her arms folded
demurely across her jutting breasts. She squirmed uncomfortably
as he fumbled with the dials on the camera and inserted a
flashbulb in the top.
"No, no, not like that," he said, "You can give me a better
pose than that. How about stretching out kinda sexy like? You
know, like in the girlie magazines."
Ginny followed his instructions, and sprawled across the
sofa, first brushing off the dust before she allowed her bare
flesh to touch the tattered upholstery. She leaned back against
the opposite arm, propping her head there, both hands at her
sides. He suggested she turn slightly on one side, and she
obediently shifted her weight so she faced the camera, her flesh
tingling as the camera lens aimed straight at her unclothed form.
"Put one leg over the other ... I want to see some of that
nice inner thigh in the shot."
Ginny obeyed, and readjusted her long, bare legs, tiny
strands of soft pubic hair visible from between her slim thighs.
Marty smiled his approval, "Yeah, honey ... right there. That's
perfect. Now hold it!"
He snapped one shot, popped in another flashbulb, and changed
angles for a second photograph. Ginny was crimson with
embarrassment, praying for this sickening humiliation to end. But
his second shot became three, then four, and five.
"Please Mr. Bondman ... You have enough pictures. Can't we
stop now?" pleaded Ginny, sitting up on the sofa, her long legs
clamped together futilely. She started to fold her arms across
her bulging breasts again, but it felt foolish, so she let her
arms fall to her sides.
Marty placed the camera on his desk and came toward her, his
eyes telegraphing his intent as obviously as flashing billboards.
"Mr. Bondman ... Mr. B-Bondman ... p-please ... don't look at
me like that. You're frightening me ..."
Marty laughed menacingly. "Frightening you!? Me? Come on,
baby ... You've got nothing to be frightened of. Not from Marty
Bondman."
Ginny squirmed against the cushions of the sofa, vainly
trying to cringe away from this awful, frightening animal leering
at her like she was so much buyable merchandise.
She tried to swing her naked legs off the sofa as he sat down
beside her, but he grabbed her quickly by both ankles and shoved
her back at his side.
"Now ... Please, no! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she
screamed.
"Go ahead and scream your fucking head off, bitch! It's
after five now, and there's nobody on this floor except you and
me," sneered Marty. His fingers were already unfastening his
belt, a move that immediately caught Ginny's frightened eyes.
"What are you doing!? What are you doing!?" She grabbed the
back of the sofa and attempted to pull herself up onto the high
arm, but he grabbed her legs and pulled her easily back to his
side.
"You're not going anywhere honey," smirked Marty, his belt
undone and his pants half-open at the top of his zipper, "You
wouldn't want to run off and leave me all alone, now would you,
bitch? I've got a little somethin' here for you. Seein' as how
your old man's been gone for seven months, I thought you could use
a little of this to tide you over till he gets back."
"Don't talk like that, please ... you're frightening me ...
Please!" begged Ginny, her eyes clouded with tears.
Marty squeezed her calf firmly in his strong, confining grip,
holding her effectively, and yanked his zipper all the way down
with his free hand.
"Here you are, sweetheart," he said, "Just what you needed,
huh?" He reached inside like he was probing deep in a grocery bag,
and pulled his thick hose of a penis out in the open. It flopped
over his zipper in a rubbery, bulky knob, the tip slowly swelling
in size as it hit the open air.
Ginny shrieked with terror as the heavy-set man's penis was
suddenly cast before her, "Stop it, Mr. Bondman! Stop it or I'll
scream ... I'll scream, I mean it!"
Marty only grinned, and grabbed both her trim ankles, pulling
her further down onto the sofa, her head now clear of the padded
arm. She reached behind, and struggled to get a firm grip on the
sofa arm, but Marty slapped her hands back to her side. "Now you
behave yourself, little lady, or you'll wish you had when I've
finished with you."
Ginny shook with unbridled fear and revulsion as the balding,
squat man rose to one knee, dropping his pants and rumpled
undershorts to mid-thigh. She could now see all of his bulky,
thick cock and his huge balls, dangling like two leathery bulbs
beneath the short, stubby knob of his prick.
Marty could see her sizing him up, making all sorts of
appraisals of his manhood, and it made him laugh to know what
thoughts must be running through her mind right at this moment.
They all looked at him this way--at first. Maybe his little
pumper wasn't much to look at now, but he knew what surprises it
had in store for this snooty little bitch! She thinks she's too
good for the likes of me, I'll bet ... Baby, what a surprise
you've got coming! I'm gonna pump you up like a basketball.
You'll be begging for it before I've finished with you, bitch!
He couldn't help grinning as he looked over his find, taking
in her youthful, perfectly ripened loveliness. She was like a
juicy, fresh-picked peach--all naked and inviting, lusciously
perched on a pedestal, awaiting his touch, his mouth, his lips.
He lifted one knee awkwardly, almost losing his balance, and
shoved it between Ginny's bare hip and the back of the sofa,
edging her away from the cushion until he straddled her securely,
pinning her flat down on her back like a helpless insect.
Ginny squirmed to escape him as he raised on one knee and
yanked his pants down over his ankle, over his already bare foot,
taking advantage of his momentary clumsiness. But Marty was way
ahead of her; he pinned her instantly with one hand right in the
middle of her smooth, flat belly, tightly smashing her against the
sofa as he pulled his pants free of his other leg and tossed them
on the floor beside him.
Her body's strength to resist now weakening, Ginny pleaded
helplessly for him to leave her alone, her mind a whirling,
half-dazed windmill of fear and humiliation.
Oh, God, Please ... Don't let this awful thing happen to me!
Please ... I'll never be able to look Fred in the face again! Oh,
please, help me ... Help me! I couldn't live with the shame of
this horrible nightmare!
Chapter 2
"Please, Mr. Bondman, please! You can't ... you just can't!"
Ginny wriggled helplessly as he held her pinned tightly to the
cushions, squatting victoriously over her writhing young body, his
immense balls brushing her flat, smooth belly, his thick knob of a
cock beginning to swell and harden as it dangled from beneath the
roll of obscene fat that circled his hairy abdomen.
"C'mon, honey, stop playing hard to get," leered Marty,
gripping his hardening prick in his right hand. "You and I both
know you want it, so why don't we quit playing games?"
"No! You've got it all wrong," cried Ginny, her eyes wide
with fear. "I don't want to! I don't!"
Bondman eased his bulky form forward, sliding his naked
crotch over the young girl's belly until his heavy balls dangled
right between her bulging, quivering breasts. Her pink, crinkly
nipples jutted straight up at him as he looked her over, and the
soft curve of her tits rested against his thighs as he straddled
her, pinning her between his thick legs as he knelt on the sofa
cushion.
He pushed the fleshy, soft mounds of her ripe breasts tightly
together with his thighs, squeezing the rubbery trunk of his
throbbing prick between her warm, resilient tits. A barely
audible sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as he felt the soft,
yielding flesh of her young breasts caress the sensitive length of
his rapidly swelling shaft, urging the slumbering beast into
purple, blood-filled hardness until the swollen bulbous tip poked
stiffly against her chest, hidden between the soft mounds of her
bare breasts.
"That's it, old boy ... Just keep growing like that, harder
and harder ... thicker and thicker ... we'll show this young
uppity bitch a thing or two!"
Suddenly, his rigid spear sprang from its hiding place
between her fleshy mounds, and shot out like an arrow from his
flabby, hair-covered loins. Still gripping it tightly in his
right hand, he pulled back the sheath of flesh that covered the
purple, throbbing head, and it poked free with a moist plopping
sound. He squeezed the hard shaft of his penis tightly, and the
bulbous tip swelled with deep purple fullness, distending until it
was twice its normal size, and pulsing with eagerness just a few
inches from Ginny's frightened eyes.
Tears trickled from her closed lids as she struggled vainly
to shut out this awful, degrading nightmare she found herself
trapped in. She hoped--she prayed--for a miracle; that this
horrible moment might end as suddenly as it had begun. But she
knew it was hopeless--she was completely at the mercy of this
drooling madman, and whatever he wanted of her, she would have to
surrender. Her mind reeled at the thought of ever facing Fred
again; how could she even look him in the eye after this!
"Oh, please, Mr. Bondman! Please ... just let me get dressed
and go ... We'll forget all about the job. Just let me go.
Please!"
Marty grinned with a leer that covered his whole flabby face.
"You can go, sweetie. And the job's yours."
Ginny opened her eyes, nearly afraid to believe her own ears.
"What did you say? Did you mean it!?"
Marty aimed his huge swollen shaft at her face like a weapon.
"Sure, baby ... Just as soon as you suck my dick. Suck it real
good just one time, and the job's yours."
It took a full second for his words to register on her
twisted, confused brain, but when they did, they slammed into her
like a ton of steel. "No! No! You're out of your mind! I won't
do it! I won't!" she screamed, struggling with all her strength
to free her naked body from his viselike grip. But his thick,
hairy thighs pinned her like glue to the sofa--she was powerless
to escape him no matter how hard she tried.
Then she remembered something she'd learned from an ex-Marine
she'd once dated--hit him where he was most vulnerable. Gritting
her teeth and summoning all her meager courage, she slammed her
tightened fist into his balls with all her strength, smashing her
hand all the way into his crotch.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" he gasped, clutching at his painfully
throbbing testicles with both hands, releasing for an instant his
grip on her.
But that fleeting instant was all Ginny needed. Like a
serpent, she slithered quickly out from under the awesome weight
of the naked man and flung her legs toward the floor.
Snapping to her feet, she grabbed her clothes and bolted for
the door, trailing undergarments behind her in a mindless dash for
safety. Nothing mattered except getting as much distance between
him and her as she could.
Nearly stumbling as she cleared the worn carpet and reached
the closed door in three bounding leaps, Ginny reached for the
doorknob ... Locked!!
"You stupid goddamn bitch!" roared Marty, still clutching his
pained groin. "You're locked in! What'ya think about that?
Maybe you're not as smart as you thought, huh? You could have
gotten out easy, but not now. I'm gonna fix you good for this!"
He staggered clumsily to his feet and came toward her, his
eyes squinting with menacing viciousness. "You goddamn teasing
little bitch! Come here!"
Ginny was too frightened to run; she cowered before him,
awkwardly covering her sparse, dark V-shaped mound and the pink
points of her young breasts. "Please ... p-p-please ... I'm sorry
... I didn't mean it ... please," she whimpered weakly, her lips
trembling as she spoke.
"And you can cut out that shit, too," muttered Marty,
grabbing her by the wrist and shoving her roughly back toward the
sofa. "Get over there!" he bellowed.
Ginny sat timidly on the edge of the sofa, her knees clamped
in ludicrous modesty as the naked, stubby man advanced on her.
Her arms were folded across her chest.
Marty grabbed her painfully by the shoulder, squeezing the
tender flesh in his tight grip, and shoved her to the floor in a
kneeling position. Ginny offered no resistance; she had learned
her lesson, and she couldn't afford to enrage him any more than he
already was.
He pulled her head toward his brushy loins, smashing her face
flat against his limp cock.
"Mmmmmmffff ..." She could barely open her mouth to speak, as
he held her crushed against his prick, her lips touching the
smooth rubbery head of his manhood.
Her stomach tightened nauseously as she tasted the salty
tanginess of his prick crammed against her quivering lips; she'd
never touched a man's penis with her lips, not even Fred's. It
was something that had never come up in their lovemaking; maybe if
they'd been together longer before he had to go overseas it might
have been different. The burning knot of nausea in her stomach
grew larger and threatened to make her violently sick, but she
fought it bravely, determined not to add to her humiliation.
Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender streamed down
her flushed cheeks as she realized she was about to be forced to
do this lurid act with a total stranger; with Fred, in their own
lovemaking, it would not have seemed so despicable. But with this
awful, filthy man it became an act of total debasement, beyond
anything she would have dreamed possible.
"You know what to do with it, baby," growled Marty, gripping
her shoulder-length auburn hair tightly between the fingers of
both his hands and twisting until her mouth opened in searing
pain. "Suck it, cunt! Suck it! Suck it real good, and use that
sweet little tongue of yours to clean it nice and slick."
Ginny tried to beg one last time for mercy, but when her lips
parted, his bulky cock was quickly shoved between them, filling
her tiny mouth with its fleshy length. He rammed it forward with
a sudden snap of his pelvis, and her cheeks hollowed to
accommodate its full size as it began to swell and harden quickly
in the warm, wet confines of her mouth.
"Lick it clean, bitch!" he ordered, "Lick it till it's nice
and hard. And if you're real good, you'll get an extra treat."
She glanced up at him with soulful, pleading brown eyes, but the
menacing smirk streaked across his face told her there was no hope
left.
Instinctively, she tried to keep her tongue from touching his
obscene member, but she found it impossible as the thick shaft
continued to swell in the warm moistness of her mouth.
His fingers tightened once again in her thick hair. "Lick
it, I told you! Lick it real nice!"
Timidly, Ginny touched her virginal tongue to the throbbing
head of his fleshy cock, afraid of what response it might bring.
She sickened at the mere thought of his hot, seething semen
emptying into her throat--she tried to keep those thoughts out of
her mind.
Filled with hot blood, the swollen knob grew even larger as
her tongue reluctantly caressed the thick length of his prick,
swirling it in the warm juices of her mouth.
As it seemed to grow ever longer and thicker, Ginny was
suddenly terribly frightened. And this time her fright was very
physical and very real.
It's going to choke me ... I know it will! This horrible
thing will go right down my throat and I won't be able to breathe!
Without a hint of warning, Marty suddenly pulled his long,
heavy prick from Ginny's ovaled lips with a quick jerk of his
loins. Ginny looked up at her captor with wide-eyed wonderment as
his long shaft slipped from between her moist, clasping lips in a
gleaming, hard length that amazed her when she saw how much her
untried mouth had been able to contain.
"Surprised, bitch?" sneered Marty, holding his huge cock in
his left hand so that the distended tip brushed her lips. "Well,
don't be. I just decided I'll take a rain check on my blow job.
You've got some nice little pussy between those pretty legs of
yours, and I aim to have me some. What'ya say, you gonna do it my
way, or have I got to get rough?"
Ginny looked straight at the floor, too humiliated to return
his evil stare. "I ... I can't fight you anymore, Mr. Bondman.
I'll do whatever you say." The words were weak and hoarse, and her
voice cracked with fear as she surrendered completely to his lurid
designs. Ginny knew her only way out was to give this terrible
man what he wanted, and get away as soon as she could. She
couldn't begin to think about anything beyond that--like how she
could ever hope to continue being Mrs. Fred Dennison, or even how
she could bring herself to tell her husband or anyone else about
this horrible thing that was happening to her.
"Get up here on the sofa ... on your knees," he ordered, and
Ginny shamefully obeyed, still unable to look her merciless master
in the eye. She shivered involuntarily as she lowered her naked
form to the sofa cushions, flat on her belly.
Marty looked over his choice prize appraisingly, taking in
very slowly the incredible ripe youthfulness of her naked body--
the tantalizing magnetism this young delicacy seemed to possess.
Her twin, firm buttocks were clenched tightly, like a velvet fist,
concealing the forbidden orifice of her puckered anus, as her
tightly clamped thighs hid the juicy softness of her tender young
slit.
You can keep it all to yourself right now, baby, but not for
long ... I'm coming in there whether you like it or not!
"Up on your knees!" he barked. "I want to see that brown
little eye looking at me!"
Ginny obeyed, cringing at his horrible, evil words, but
resigned to her wretched plight. Oh, God ... why did I ever come
to this awful place! Please, please let this all be a terrible
dream ... Let me wake up and find this nightmare ended!
Marty gripped her firm young buttocks with both hands, and
spread the deep crevice of her ass with his thumbs, opening up to
his unobstructed view the taut, muscular ring of her tiny cringing
anus and the warm, moist pink softness of her vaginal cleft, her
fleshy, puckered lips spread ever so slightly in a tempting
display of feminine appeal.
Ginny's whole body tensed like a coiled spring, in horrified
anticipation of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at
any moment.
But she wasn't prepared for what happened next--pain, she
would have been ready for, but not this ...
Marty skillfully spread the soft, pink flanges of her young
pussy, opening wide the warm, moist lips and brushing aside the
downy pussyhairs that lined the sides of her damp crevice. When
the narrow slit was spread wide for his amusement, exposing the
puckered edges of her cunt, Marty lowered his head to the fragrant
lips, catching the young girl completely by surprise.
Her body cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first,
electric contact with the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh of her
vulnerable vaginal lips.
"N-no ... please," she gasped, her lips trembling as Marty's
tongue probed her forbidden regions deftly, bringing shivers of
wicked delight that coursed unwanted over her naked flesh in
involuntary spasms, completely beyond her control. She blushed
bright red with embarrassment, humiliated that this total
stranger, this awful man, could bring such a lascivious response
from her rebellious body, and that she was powerless to stop it.
Marty opened her young, moist cuntal furrow wide with his
thumbs, and burrowed his tongue and lips in the warm slit, poking
into her deepest hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a
new quiver of helplessness to her naked form. Her breasts were
smashed against the sofa, beneath her kneeling form, and her
lovely buttocks were shoved upward invitingly, unprotected and
vulnerable to his lustful plundering.
"Oh, please ... this is so awful ... please stop ... please,"
begged Ginny, her face awash with stinging tears, "I don't want to
... please!"
Don't want to, my ass! She's just like all the rest, thought
Marty, in a couple of minutes she'll be begging me for it!
He knew he was good with his tongue--enough women had told
him so, and he knew this snotty little bitch was no different from
the others. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he
thought of his aching prick pounding into this ripe young bitch's
pussy, filling her sex-starved, empty belly with his hot, scalding
sperm ... reaming her tight little hole like she'd never had it
before ...
Furrowing his nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy-
hole, Marty fastened his teeth ever so gently on her tiny
sensitive clitoris. He knew he'd found it when her whole naked
buttocks suddenly quivered violently, sending a ripple of lewd,
sinful pleasure shivering along her spine. Ginny felt her small
pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the rough
fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her breasts.
Oh, my God, what's happening to me ... What kind of an animal
is he making me? I'm no better than this filthy beast! I can't
help myself! I can't stop this awful burning that's raging inside
me!
Marty teasingly rolled the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris
between his partially clenched teeth, feeling the little nub
harden and swell as he tauntingly nibbled at it, licking it
roughly with his tongue as Ginny squirmed to escape the agonizing
assault on her naked loins. She tried vainly to clench her firm
buttock's cheeks together, hoping she could shut off his salacious
attack, but he held her fleshy half-moons tightly in his grip, and
his fingers bit into her flesh painfully when she tried to pull
away, leaving bright red welts between his digits that
criss-crossed her ivory buttocks.
Ginny's eyes were tightly shut, still the tears streamed like
rain down her cheeks. Oh, Fred I need you so much! Oh, God, how
I wish you were here, Fred! You'd get me out of this! You'd know
how to handle this evil man!
But as those very thoughts raced across her tortured mind,
Ginny began to be shatteringly aware of a new sensation of lewd
burning desire ravaging her insides--a raging-hot flame that
seemed to roar from her ravished loins into her belly--a flame
fanned with seven long months without a man--a flame she'd tried
so hard, so very, very hard to suppress.
Oh, no, please God! Don't let this awful thing happen to me!
Marty chuckled to himself as her naked hips began to slowly
and involuntarily grind in a quiet, steady rhythm, making tiny
concentric circles as he nibbled voraciously on her throbbing
clitoris.
"Oooooooohh ... please ... pleeeaaasssseee!" she moaned, her
mouth half-open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears had
ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, and her head was tossed
back, her auburn hair trailing over her bare shoulders and onto
her back. "Please stop! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten,
laughed Marty. Well, I'll have to do a real good job!
Pleased with himself, he stepped up the pace of his hungry
ravishment of her treasured crevice, his tongue alternating
between the pulsing nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy
flanges of her burning young pussy. He had a tight grip on her,
holding her firmly in place, and he could feel her naked body
shivering spasmodically as her hips ground faster and faster back
against his swirling tongue.
Ginny's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she
shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's delicious probing;
though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling
brain could muster, she knew she was rapidly losing control.
"Oh, damn ... it feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more!
Please!" she choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her
spine and draining down the widespread furrow of her buttocks.
Marty knew he had her right where he wanted her; she was his
to do with as he pleased--nothing could stop him now.
With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting
grip on her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised his head to look
over his helpless captive one more time. Her whole body continued
to shiver, her hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a
low mournful gasp slipped from her throat.
"Oooooohhh, please ... don't stop ..." she moaned
unconsciously. "Don't stop now! I was almost there!"
His face smeared with a leering grin, Marty brought his
ominous shaft up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to
her hot, moist passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink
softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly.
Ginny's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting
jolt of frightening reality, and she realized only too well how
close she was to consciously giving herself to this man. "No!
Not that ... I won't let you! I won't!" she screamed.
Heedless of her tortured pleas, Marty buried his thick,
hardened prick to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her
pussy-tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one snap of his hips.
The soft pink walls rippled aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as
his thick shaft filled her young passage completely, spreading her
fleshy vaginal lips wide as he rammed his eager cock deep into her
belly.
"Oooooowwww!!" she moaned, her tender passage on fire as his
huge cudgel pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on his
heavy spear. "Oh, please ... Please!"
Her cries were like fuel for the fire that Marty could feel
in his own loins, and he slammed his bulky cock into her narrow,
constrictive passage again and again.
Christ, what a tight little pussy! I'd swear she was cherry
if she hadn't been married! Oh, baby, you're too much ... Too
much!
With both hands, he reached around her soft thighs and
grabbed her bare legs, lifting her slightly for an even better
angle. He heard her gasp for breath as his hard prick drove even
deeper into the innocent depths of her young, quivering belly; he
could tell he was in virgin territory, and it made him feel good
to know her old man was less endowed, unable to find just the
right spot way down in the bottom of her tight young pussy to
drive her out of her mind. She was undeniably his now, and he
aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget!
"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real
nice!" he shouted.
His words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even
more intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and
harder onto his thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from
side to side as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her
defenseless womb. Every inward thrust brought new ripples of
wicked desire coursing through her ravaged body. Her breasts were
crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her smooth rounded buttocks
still waved high in the air, grinding upward to meet his
plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.
His swollen, throbbing prick felt like a baseball bat shoved
up inside her stretched, tender passage, but there was no longer
any searing pain--just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal
passion that swept over her in a warm surging tide.
Marty reached under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted
her higher, slamming his stiff, aching penis deeper and deeper in
the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel. His
fleshy spear slipped in and out of her clasping sheath easily,
well lubricated with her thermal juices that seeped from her
puckered pussy-lips and trickled down her smooth, supple thighs.
He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her
clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her
taut, stretched pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her
moist fleshy lips held the swelled knob of his cock tightly inside
the warm shelter of her moist, cuntal passage, reluctantly
allowing the glistening shaft of his long, thick penis to slide
from their voracious grip. There could be no doubt about it now--
she was his, and only seconds away from complete and lascivious
abandonment.
"Oh, God ... don't stop! Don't stop! That's it ... Harder
... Harder! ... HARDER!! PLEASE HARDER!"
Marty knew the end was close, and with every ounce of
strength left in his body, he pounded violently into her young,
eager pussy, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles
of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething
flood filling his balls so painfully he thought they'd explode.
Just one more deep, grinding thrust ... one more!
"Oh, damn ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't
stop! Aaaaaagggghhhhh! ... Oooooooooohhhhhh ..." she chanted
unconsciously below him.
Marty slammed his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her
wildly grinding buttocks, burying his throbbing prick right up to
the hilt in the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt,
and with a loud, gasping cry of relief, felt his hot, surging
sperm course along the length of his painfully swollen cock and
explode in a torrent of hot, sticky liquid far up into her belly,
filling her young, hungry hole for the first time in seven long,
agonizing months.
Ginny felt her muscles loosen from her toes right up to her
head, as the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating
course, her ravished passage hungrily gulping up every precious
drop of the man's life-giving load as it pumped into her in spurt
after spurt of hot, searing ecstasy.
He released his grip on her thighs, dropping her back onto
the sofa, and she fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping
heap across the tattered cushions.
Marty's rapidly deflating prick slipped from her taut, juice-
soaked sheath with a lewd sucking sound as she fell forward,
leaving behind a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a
moment from the end of his rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly
between his bulky, hair-covered thighs, then dripped onto the sofa
in a tiny wet puddle.
He reached for his undershorts, and wiped his limp prick
clean with them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his own sperm
and Ginny's love-juices from his dangling, leathery balls and
tossing the soiled undergarment aside.
"Baby, the job's yours if you want it," he said after a long
pause. "I'll see to that."
Ginny pulled herself up from the sofa, and collected her
clothes from the floor where they'd fallen, moving slowly and
gingerly to ease the throbbing pain between her legs.
Oh, God, what have I done! What has happened to me!? Have I
turned into some sort of tramp? Oh, how will I ever tell Fred
about this? I'll die first! I'll die!
Chapter 3
Twenty-four hours did a lot to ease the agony of that long
hour in Bondman's seedy office, and Ginny Dennison was far better
equipped to deal with the memories rationally than when she had
come home alone, her face reddened and streaked with tears, the
afternoon before.
Ginny sat up in bed, ashamed of having slept so late; but she
excused herself this time--there were plenty of reasons to let her
off the hook just this once. Reluctantly, she climbed out from
under the blanket, pulling down her nightgown as she stepped
painfully on the floor, grimacing as a searing charge of pain shot
from between her bruised, tender thighs.
She stepped gingerly to the bathroom, and turned on the
faucets for a nice, long hot soak, and sat back to wait for the
tub to fill. But the steaming water was so inviting, she decided
not to wait, and hastily yanked the nightgown over her head,
pulled down her bikini panties, and stepped into the still-shallow
bath. She splashed a little on the cold ceramic tub so she could
stretch out without touching the chilling surface.
The deepening water seemed to engulf her like an ocean wave,
rising higher and higher, easing away her aches and soreness like
gallons of liniment. In a few seconds, she caught herself falling
asleep, sprawled in the whirling water, really relaxed for the
first time since those horrible minutes in Marty Bondman's office.
Also for the first time, she was able to clearly think about
what had happened, and more important, what to do about it.
She'd thought about calling the police--about putting that
disgusting animal behind bars where he belonged, but it hadn't
taken long to get that notion shoved out of her mind. Just a few
brief thoughts about detectives, newspaper accounts, courtroom
appearances, and most of all, about how she could explain what she
was doing in this man's office alone, stripped down to her bare
skin--that was all it took to convince her she'd have to forget
going to the authorities.
And for another few short moments, right after she'd come in
from her nightmare at Marty Bondman's, she'd thought of calling
Fred, of the sweet relief that a few minutes of hearing his voice,
even from so far away, would offer. But she knew he'd know
something was wrong, that he would spot her anguish no matter how
well she tried to conceal it. And Ginny knew he mustn't find out,
not now at least; not when he was helpless to come to her side.
She couldn't allow him to suffer like that--this was something she
had to come to grips with alone, without anyone's help.
It wasn't easy, going it alone. All her life she'd had
someone else to rely on, someone to lean on whenever problems
stood in her way. But this time it was different--there was no
one there with a friendly shoulder to cry on.
Daddy had always been around when she lived at home back in
Indiana, and with three brothers, she had always been his special
favorite. She'd always gone to him when Mother said no, and he'd
never been able to turn her down. And even though they had never
really been well off, she'd managed to have all the dresses and
sweaters and new shoes she could use.
Thinking about Daddy like that always made her sad, and she
tried to put those remembrances out of her mind. That cold night
in 1967 ended all those warm, sunny days with her father--that
dark night she'd spent with her mother and brothers huddled around
his hospital bed while he choked through his last few moments on
earth, one hand tightly gripped in his wife's, the other in
Ginny's.
Fred had come into her life only a few months later, right
after she'd graduated from high school. He had been working for
the summer at the service station where her family always took
their business, and she'd taken a liking to him right from the
start.
She remembered it like it was yesterday; the way he looked at
her when she took the family car in that sunny June day. He had
seemed quite bold, she recalled, not like the boys she'd dated in
high school, and a whole lot better looking. So brazen was he, in
fact, he asked her for a date before she even knew his name.
And that was the beginning--two years later they were
married, after Fred had dropped out of Sumter College and enlisted
in the Army. Now he was halfway around the world, but he might as
well have been in outer space, since the only letters she got were
weeks apart sometimes. Fred had explained about that before he
left. About how he hated to put his feelings into words, how it
nearly killed him to have to write a letter. Ginny understood
about that, and the interminable waits between letters were
getting a little easier to swallow, now that she had been alone so
long.
She knew she could have gone back to Indiana and stayed with
her mother while Fred was overseas, or even with Fred's folks in
Chicago. But she'd followed him half across the country to
California before they were even married, and going home again
seemed the furthest thing from her mind now. Even being alone,
California was a lot better than Hammond, Indiana.
Ginny reluctantly brushed aside all her fond memories, and
decided it was time to get out of the tub before she wrinkled like
a prune.
She stepped dripping onto the cold tile floor and reached
across her clean clothes for the towel she'd forgotten to place by
the tub, sloshing a trail of water over her clean bra and panties.
Damn it, she muttered to herself, I'll have to go get some
more or run around naked till these dry.
Tossing a towel around her shoulders, she marched into the
bedroom and rummaged through the top drawer of her dresser,
looking for a pair of panties that might have gotten shoved to the
back.
Behind the slips and pantyhose, way against the back of the
drawer, she found a stack of letters from Arnold and Florence,
Fred's brother and his wife, bound together with a rubber band.
The corners of the envelopes were all torn off, a habit she'd
developed for her kid brother Mickey. He was a nut about foreign
stamps, and they were living in northern Canada, so she always
clipped the stamps off for him and mailed them to him.
It had been quite a while since she'd writ-ten Arnie and Flo,
and Ginny made a point of putting the letters out where she'd
remember them, right in the middle of the bed, and she made a
promise to herself to write them that very night. She'd never
known them very well, but she knew Fred was crazy about Arnie, who
was ten years older than he, and that was enough recommendation
for her.
Fred had talked often about going up to the Northwest
Territories where Arnie operated a supply outfit for oil
exploration companies and geologists headed up into the Arctic
tundra along the Mackenzie River. Arnie had said many times that
there was a standing invita-tion open to Fred to come to work for
him, any time he was ready.
Ginny found her panties, then had a second thought about her
letter writing, and sat down then and there to write Arnie and Flo
a long letter. After all, they were sort of kin, and she knew
Fred would never find the time to write them.
Surprisingly, the words came fast and easy, and it felt nice
to have someone to tell her troubles to, even if she couldn't tell
them about what happened the day before, and soon one page became
two, then three, then four, as she emptied her mind of everything
that had been weighing on her so heavily over the last long weeks
I hope they don't think I've lost my head, she thought,
writing such a long, personal let-ter, but I've got to tell my
troubles to some-body, and they're about the only ones left.
Chapter 4
NORMAN WELLS, ON THE MACKENZIE RIVER
Like the steady fire of a million cannons, the ear-splitting
roar of the river ice cracking up reverberated off the distant
Mackenzie Mountains, still shrouded with their winter mantle of
snow and ice. Locals knew better than to be caught out on the
river this time of year, when the thick winter shell begins to
split and break into huge, house-sized chunks, sometimes rising
from the frigid waters like giant freshwater glaciers, slowly
beginning the long journey downriver to the Arctic.
This was a time of year when you traveled by land, or by air,
or you didn't travel at all. During this short transition from
winter to summer, without the luxuries of spring, there could be
no travel on the Mackenzie at all, and travelers found themselves
stranded in the north country's few settlements until the river
was clear enough for boat traffic to resume. Once in a while,
some foolhardy soul would venture out onto the ice with his
dogsled or modern snowmobile, and if he was lucky, he might make
it back with only a wet chill and soaked clothing, but if his luck
ran out, they'd never find his sled or his body as the surging
Mackenzie carried him to the frozen Arctic.
Arnie Dennison was no fool, there could be no question about
that. Maybe he paced his cabin like a caged polar bear waiting
for the river to clear so his barges could resume hauling gear and
supplies for the mineral exploration sites downriver, but he knew
better than to tangle with the elements. Up here in the Arctic, a
man develops a healthy respect for the fickleness of Nature, in a
land where wandering out for a breath of fresh air in the
perpetual darkness of midwinter can mean quick death, a land where
temperatures sometimes soar from fifty below to eighty above in
less than a day, and can swing the opposite way just as quickly.
He'd been up here in the forgotten part of Canada too long to
make the kind of mistakes newcomers sometimes died from, and he
planned to leave this frozen land one day a hell of a lot richer
than when he'd made his way North in 1956. He was hardly more
than a kid then, and single, searching for that overnight million
he knew was just waiting for him somewhere up here. Gold, maybe,
or oil, or that new mineral everybody was talking about then,
uranium.
But he'd learned the hard way that there was no quick and
easy way to get rich, here or anywhere else, and by 1960, after
four years of working on riverboats, roughnecking on oil rigs, and
finally, flying geologists into the Arctic tundra for a charter-
plane operator he'd met in Alaska, he began to see the pieces
falling into place.
He must have watched a thousand men straggle into this
desolate country at one time or another; some of them found what
they were looking for, most didn't. But through it all, through
rich strikes and crushing near-misses, the ones who stayed on,
year after year, were not the miners, not the geologists from the
big oil companies back in the States not the crackpots with their
homemade Geiger counters, but the merchants--the men who sold them
the food, the wolfskin parkas, the rifles and ammunition, the men
who carried them in with stars in their eyes, and ferried them
out, often broke and disgusted. No matter how well or how poorly
the fortune-hunters fared, the suppliers came out on top. And
that was where Arnold L. Dennison wanted to be--right on the very
top.
Four years later, when he met Flo in Vancouver, he was more
in a position to seriously think about getting married than in
those rugged, leaner years scrounging for every cent. Business
was surprisingly good right from the start, despite all the
fatalistic warnings from the old-timers along the river. He
shrugged off their admonitions as just what they were: fearful,
empty predictions from frightened old men, afraid of new blood,
new competition.
He'd tried his best to get along with the longtime residents,
but he knew only too well that some of them resented his success,
though he gave it little thought how they cared.
Florence was working in a British Columbia beer bar when they
first met, through a girlfriend of hers who just happened to have
a date the night Arnie arrived in town and gave her a call. Her
loss was Flo's gain, Arnie always told himself, and he made sure
she remembered it. Flo never complained about the harshness of
life in the sub-Arctic, and Arnie liked that--a woman's place is
at her man's side, no matter how rough the going gets, he often
said.
* * *
Flo was still in bed when Arnie stomped in with the mail,
shaking the matted snow from his parka and boots in the narrow
hall before entering the living room. This cozy cabin was his
most important accomplishment, he felt, and it gave him great
pleasure to know he'd built it with his own two hands, the
materials either hauled in from his own forest holdings or paid
for with his struggled-for earnings.
It had started as a two-room cottage, just after Flo came up
from Vancouver, and half a year before they were married. They
lived in it for nearly two years before Arnie was able to save
enough to really finish it like he'd dreamed of on those long
winter nights. It had cost him about fifteen thousand dollars, in
all, but he had a home that couldn't be duplicated back in the
States for twice that amount, and twenty-five acres of land
surrounding it besides.
The new kitchen had been the first addition to the old
structure, furnished with all new appliances that had taken nearly
four months to make the long journey from Whitehorse, down in the
Yukon Territory. Then came the three bedrooms, and Arnie's pride,
his paneled office. That was when he knew he'd really made it,
the day that plush retreat was finished. In the snowed-in winter
months, he ran all the operations of Dennison Suppliers &
Outfitters from that office, and he spent most of every single day
behind that door, poring over his books, wracking his head for a
better or cheaper way to run his business, or a new angle to try,
a new dollar to earn.
"Flo, get your ass out of bed!" he shouted this day. "It's
not your birthday." He hung his heavy jacket by the door, over the
heater vent so it could dry out, and tugged off his leather boots.
Placing them close, but not close enough to crack, to the heat
source, he plopped down in his favorite chair in the living room,
directly in front of the smoldering ruins of the fire he'd started
before he left for the post office two hours earlier.
Flo entered, her hair uncombed and her eyes still half-closed
with sleep.
"Hey, how come you let the fire go out," he asked, ripping
open a large manila envelope with new orders from the American
Petroleum base camp far downriver. "I told you to keep an eye on
it when I left."
She wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Oh, stop belly-aching.
I got up twice, but I must have fallen asleep again. I'll light
another one, don't get all worked up about it."
Arnie had forgotten all about the fire by this time, and was
engrossed in the increased orders the mail had brought. He shoved
the purchase orders back in the envelope and quickly thumbed
through the rest of the mail before heading for his study.
"Here," he said, not looking up, "I think this one's from that
little pussy, Ginny. You read it ... I've got too much work to
do." He waved it in Flo's direction, and she left the fire long
enough to take it from his hand.
Ripping it open, it didn't take her long to read it over, and
it was obvious the girl's spirits were somewhat less than high.
"Arnie, you should take a look at this letter," said Flo,
still thumbing through the last pages. "The poor kid sounds
miserable. She can't find a job, and Fred never writes, and she's
so lonely all by herself there."
Arnie didn't look up. "By herself? What'ya mean, she's got
millions of neighbors in Los Angeles. I don't call that being
alone."
"Don't be so heartless," snapped Flo. "Have you forgotten
what it means to be down on your luck, and not to have anyone to
fall back on?"
Arnie put down his papers. "I never had anybody to help me,
and I made it all right. What's the kid complaining about? She's
getting those monthly checks from the Army, ain't she?"
"And how much is that? Do you really think that's enough to
live on in Los Angeles? Maybe in Norman Wells, but not in
California. Everything costs a fortune down there, and you know
it. Or have you been stuck up here in the snow so long you've
forgotten what it's like?"
Arnie was getting annoyed; he didn't like this kind of talk
from anyone, especially his wife. "Stop riding me, woman. If you
don't like it here, you know how to get out, don't you?"
Flo's scowling face suddenly softened. "Oh, Arnie, you big
bear, stop being so mean. Of course I like it here. I'm with
you, aren't I?" She walked over to his chair, and gave him a big
hug, throwing both arms tightly around his chest from behind.
"You're the only man for me, honey. And if the Northwest
Territories are home for you, then they're home for me too."
"Well, don't say things you don't mean," he growled, "It's
too early in the day for fighting. What else has Ginny got to
say?"
Arnie reminisced about his last--and only--trip to
California, right after his brother Fred and Ginny were married.
He and Flo had flown down for the ceremony; it was the only decent
thing to do, especially since there'd be no other relatives there
for the occasion. Mom and Pop were too sickly to make the flight,
though Mom wouldn't have been dragged bodily on an airplane,
regardless of her health. And Ginny's mother bowed out rather
gracelessly, offering some lame excuse about the change in climate
being so bad for her arthritis. Fred had written that she really
refused to come because he and Ginny had been living together
before they were married, and she considered that an unforgivable
sin. He remembered what a pretty little number Ginny was, almost
too pretty for the likes of Fred, with that gorgeous,
just-blossoming figure of hers, and that silky auburn hair that
splashed over her shoulders. Ah yes, that was one little piece he
wouldn't mind giving a tumble ...
"... Arnie? Arnie, were you listening to me?"
He snapped back to his chair in his living room in Norman
Wells, and forgot, for the moment, about that tasty morsel
stranded without her man five thousand miles away in warm, sunny
California.
"... I said, why don't we invite Ginny up here? She could
find something to do in the village for the summer, and maybe
she'd feel more like making a go of it in Los Angeles by the time
winter sets back in. Well, how about it?"
Arnie only looked at her, a slow widening grin spreading
across his face.
"Now you cut that out, Arnie Dennison," teased Flo. "That's
your sister-in-law, in case you don't remember. And you can just
get those thoughts out of your dirty little mind right now."
"Sister-in-law, hell," answered Arnie, "she's a cunt, ain't
she? That's all I need to know."
Flo tossed herself into his lap, her arms around his neck.
"I can't fool you, can I honey? I guess you and me are just two
beans in a pod. To tell you the truth, I was kinda making plans
for you in that direction myself. That way I won't feel so bad
when I spread my legs for that good-looking Swede foreman of
yours, knowing you've got some on the side for yourself."
Arnie gave her a playful slap on her bottom, stinging her
flesh through the thin robe. "Okay, slut, you've got yourself a
deal ... You get me into that sweet little bitch, and Gus is all
yours. I'll make a present of him to ya."
"You mean I should invite Ginny? Do you really want me to?"
asked Flo.
"Of course. Unless you plan for me to go down there."
Flo leaped up and began to scrounge for a pen and her box of
writing stationery. "It's a deal, baby. I'll write her right
now, and you can take it down to the postal drop this afternoon."
She closed her eyes and ran her hands down between her thighs.
"Mmmmmmm ... I can just feel that big Swede's dick in me right
now. You can start dropping a few hints ... like you did with
Benny Alexander ... 'cause that gorgeous hunk of man is as good as
mine."
Arnie laughed to himself--he liked Flo even more when she got
like this. It was a part of her that made her that much more a
real woman in his eyes--she felt no shame about her sex desires,
never kept them bottled up inside like most women. And he didn't
mind at all, as long as there was always plenty of that sweet
pussy left for him, why should he mind if she spread it around a
little. After all, he was quick to do the same thing, every
chance he got.
But this was going to be one time when it really mattered ...
one time he really wanted to get into that little honey's pants
... and he didn't aim to lose out, no matter what it took!
Chapter 5
Three weeks can be an awfully long time in the North country,
where the nights are six months long, and the only television
comes in over the government channel, and listening to the radio
is something reserved for those late-night hours, provided the
antenna is up and there's no interference from the Northern
Lights. But these particular three weeks crept by unusually
slowly, as if they would never end, and Arnie grew restless and
jumpy like a pent-up animal. Flo did her best to stay away from
him, dodging his razor-edged temper as it grew sharper and
sharper.
"Arnie, I sometimes wonder if you've got all the sense you're
supposed to have," said Flo finally. "You've been grumbling and
muttering around here for days, and I'm about to lose my mind
putting up with you ... I don't know what you're more worked up
about, Ginny coming or that damn dog of yours Gus's bringing back
from Old Crow."
"Don't call Novlik any of your names," snapped Arnie. "You
know his name ... Use it! He's goddamn important to me, Flo, and
you know why."
Flo had been through this argument too many times to hold out
any hope for winning. "Okay, okay. You don't have to tell me
that whole story again. About how Novlik chewed through his
harness and swam fifty yards in Telegraph Creek to pull you ashore
when you and him went through the ice. I've heard it so many
times I could recite it for you backwards if you'd like!"
Arnie stopped his restless pacing, the first time in nearly
an hour. "Maybe you'd have liked it better if he'd just left me
out there in that cold water, half-unconscious and all! Maybe
you'd have liked that, huh?!"
Flo shook her head disgustedly. "Honestly, Arnie, sometimes
you're just a little kid. You know I didn't even know you then.
I was back in Montana when that happened. So how could it have
made any difference to me one way or the other?"
"You know what I meant," grumbled Arnie. "And ... and who
else would have risked their life to save mine? Nobody, that's
who! Novlik and I have been buddies a long time, and may be he's
just a dog to you, but he's like a brother to me. And don't you
forget it!"
Flo smiled and gave her husband a friendly peck on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, honey. I guess you've got me a little worked up with
all your worrying and pacing like a bitch in heat. Anyway, he's
due back today, and you know Gus'll take good care of him coming
from Old Crow. He'll feel a lot better after his trip to the vet,
and so will you. Then maybe we can start making plans for Ginny's
arrival ... she's due in another week. You haven't forgotten,
have you?"
Arnie looked her straight in the eye, grinning like a
Cheshire cat. "Don't be ridiculous, woman," he laughed, "I'm
thinking about that sweet little pussy almost as much as I am
about Novlik ... I'm going down to the airstrip and wait for Gus.
He oughta be here soon. I'll give him your best."
Flo gave him a playful squeeze, tugging affectionately at his
cock through his heavy work pants. "Don't worry about that ...
I'll give him my best ... My very best!"
* * *
It was dark again, and the temperature had plummeted twenty
degrees since Arnie left for the slow trudge through a half mile
of melting ice and snow to the airstrip on the edge of the
village, and she could hear them coming before they passed the
general store and post office. Novlik had a distinctive bark that
she could pick out over that of any of the dozens of dogs in town.
And it carried for miles through the still sub-Arctic night,
booming from his huge hairy chest like a cannon's report as he
bounced along happily, sliding here and there on the freshly
frozen ice while Arnie ran wearily along behind.
In a few minutes, they were pounding on the front door, then
bursting in like a couple of carefree kids, slinging slush and
snow all over the floor as Novlik shook his heavy fur clean.
"No! Not here! Outside, Novlik, outside!" she shrieked.
Arnie only laughed, but at least stepped back onto the front
steps to kick the ice from his boots. "Don't scold him, Flo.
It'll melt ... He's just happy to see you, that's all. Tell him
you missed him, and give him a little pat on the head."
Flo obliged, knowing that to snub Arnie's dog would be a
terrible mistake. Sometimes she wondered how she ranked in this
household--whether she was around for Novlik's convenience, or him
for hers.
"As soon as you get your wet things off, come on in the
kitchen. I've got some steaks on the broiler right now."
"I hope you saved one for Novlik. He's probably awfully
hungry after his adventure. Gus told me he hadn't eaten a thing
since they picked him up last night at the Mountie Station."
"Mountie Station?" questioned Flo, "I thought he was at the
vet's."
Arnie dropped his boots by the heater grill, and closed the
hall door. "He was. But the vet had to leave rather
unexpectedly, so he dropped him with the RCMP outfit in Old Crow,
so he wouldn't have to leave him alone out at the kennel. Good
old Gus, he had enough sense to ask around when he got there and
the Doc's place was all closed up. One of the vet's neighbors
told him where to find Novlik, and he went back into the village
and picked him up. He said the Mounties hated to see him go ...
They don't have any dogs there since they switched to snowmobiles.
Some of the old-timers said it was like the old days, having a
malamute around again."
Florence was tempted to say the Mounties could have kept the
beast, as far as she was concerned, but she thought better of it,
and pulled another steak from the refrigerator for him.
Novlik immediately caught the scent of raw meat, and bounded
into the kitchen like a charging lion, his thick furry tail
wagging excitedly. Flo tossed it to him quickly, before he could
jump up on her with his huge paws. She was still carrying a
bruise on her side from the last time she'd fed him. It was no
use complaining to Arnie about his dog's over enthusiastic
friskiness; that dog could do no wrong in Arnie's eyes.
Novlik pranced into the back bedroom, the one he usually had
all to himself, and contentedly began working on his two pound
steak, pulling it apart with his sharp teeth, the bone crunching
easily in his powerful jaws.
Arnie and Flo finished their dinner without another
interruption, and settled in the living room afterward, the supper
dishes still on the table.
"I told Gus to come right over," said Arnie, "I told him that
hot cunt of yours needed some attention, and you'd picked him to
do the job."
Flo nearly dropped her gin-and-tonic. "You what!? You
didn't really say that did you? Well, did you?"
Arnie was nearly doubled with laughter. "Oh, baby, you
should have seen the look on your face. I'd have given a hundred
bucks to have a picture of that. You really fell for it, didn't
you?"
"Well, it sounded like the kind of thing that twisted mind of
yours would dream up," exclaimed Flo, "and besides, with you I
never know when you're putting me on."
Arnie downed the last of his bourbon, and helped himself to
another healthy slug from the bottle on the counter separating the
living room from the kitchen. "I should have told him. It would
be a whole lot simpler."
"Oh, no you don't, Arnie Dennison," threatened Flo, waving
her fist in a gesture of mock defiance. "You stay out of it. All
you have to do is lay the groundwork--the rest is up to me. It
wouldn't be any fun your way. Getting there is half the fun."
Arnie looked at his wife, wondering how most men would feel
about a woman like her; a woman who needs more than one man to
keep her satisfied. Sometimes he wondered how many men Flo would
have if they lived somewhere else, Los Angeles maybe. Just how
many one-nighters would she give herself if there were hundreds of
men around for the taking? It didn't really bother him, and that
was what puzzled him most sometimes. He was supposed to be
jealous and possessive about his woman, at least that was what
he'd always been told. But with Flo, it was something different,
something exciting, and most of all, completely open and honest.
There wasn't any sneaking around in their marriage; everything was
done right out in the daylight, with no lies, no excuses.
Of course, he'd never been the ideal devoted husband, either.
When the opportunities were there, he'd never been one to turn
down a little on the side. And he'd have done a lot more of it if
running his company hadn't always taken so damn much of his time.
Flo was getting drunk now, he could always tell. He listened
as her words began to blur a little around the edges, and her
sentences occasionally took on extra verbs and adjectives. It
never took much--Flo'd never been one to hold her liquor; two or
three drinks, and she was under the table.
"You really think that good-looking Swede wants to get in
your pants, huh?" he teased, ready for a little fun to keep the
evening interesting. "What makes you think you've got anything he
wants? You're not quite the little dish you used to be, ya know.
Why should he mess around with an old woman like you."
"Old woman!" Arnie sensed he'd struck a tender nerve. "Who
the hell's an old woman!? Why, I've got a better body than most
girls ten years older than me ..."
"You mean ten years younger, don't you, Baby?"
Flo thought it over a second. "Yeah ... that's what I meant
to say ... Anyway, you know what I mean. Here, take a look at
this ... Is this the body of an old woman?"
She yanked her housedress over her head, and she was wearing
nothing underneath, not even panties.
"Goddamn, woman. Is that the way you run around all day? No
wonder you're always so horny, galavantin' around with no drawers
on. Where's your pants, cunt? Ain't you got any?"
Flo left the dress where it fell, right in front of her on
the floor. "Of course I've got some. For your information, Mr.
Wise-ass, I was getting ready to take a bath when you and that
furry brother of yours came in. That's why I don't have any
underwear on, all right?"
"Furry brother, huh? You calling me a son-of-a-bitch?" asked
Arnie, staring her right in the face as though he meant it.
"Baby, if the shoe fits, wear it," laughed Flo, lifting her
large, firm tits with both hands and aiming them tauntingly in
Arnie's direction. "Hey, here comes your brother now. Here, boy!
Come see the other SOB! Here, boy!"
Novlik took his cue like a veteran, and bounded into the
living room at full speed, barking loudly as he cleared the length
of the room in three huge leaps.
"No, Novlik! Don't jump! Don't ..." but it was too late.
Flo had forgotten her hard-learned lesson; that was, never to call
the enormous animal unless she was prepared to be knocked for a
spin. He slammed into her chest with his tremendous furry paws
and sent her sprawling onto the bearskin in front of the fire,
arms and legs flying in every direction, and Novlik--all one-
hundred-and-fifty pounds of him--right on top of her.
"That's what you get, stupid," roared Arnie, tears of
laughter running down his cheeks. "That'll teach you to lay off
the booze for a while?"
Flo was futilely struggling to shove the heavy mass of still
damp fur off her, cursing the animal at the top of her lungs, "Get
off me, you goddamn hippopotamus! Get the hell off!"
"Now, now, Florence," said Arnie with a trace of derision,
"you know you shouldn't talk like that around Novlik. He's not
used to foul-mouthed broads. Talk nice to him, and he'll do what
you tell him."
"Talk nice, my ass!" bellowed Flo, still pinned under the
hairy behemoth. "I'll kill him if he doesn't get off me!"
"Here, Novlik ... Sit! Over here, fella." Novlik instantly
obeyed, stepping right in the middle of Flo's chest as he trotted
over to his master's side.
"Shit! That damn beast of yours will be the death of me
yet," muttered Flo, brushing the mud off her skin and looking for
any broken bones. "How come you don't teach him no manners if
he's gonna live in the house like people?"
"He just likes you, sweetheart, that's all ... Isn't that
right, Novlik?" The huge dog barked twice--loudly--and the echoing
roar seemed to fill the whole house. "See, cunt, what'd I tell
you? He's just a man, like all the rest. He knows a bitch in
heat when he sees one."
Novlik left his post and sauntered over to Flo, nuzzling her
bare leg affectionately with his cold, wet nose.
Flo grudgingly gave the animal a quick pat, and the enormous
dog promptly rolled over on his back, his fluffy tail swishing
wildly, and his long, pink tongue trailing from his panting mouth.
"See, I told you he likes you. He wants you to rub his
belly."
Flo stroked the downy flesh of his underbelly, and as if on
signal, his huge, bright red penis began to swell and poke from
its furry sheath.
"You've sure got the knack, all right," laughed Arnie,
finishing his third bourbon. "Even the dogs know about that
gaping, hot cunt of yours. Give him a little hand job there,
sweetie, that's all he wants. Why, he ain't been around no girl
dogs in weeks."
Flo pulled her hand away from his belly. "You shut up,
Arnie! I don't need to sit here and listen to that kind of talk
from you!"
Arnie's smile suddenly melted away, and his eyes seemed
almost to grow a shade darker--and twice as cold. "You'll take
any kind of talk I want to give to you, bitch, and don't you
forget it! And you'll do what I say ... unless you know somebody
else who'd put up with your crap! I was only kidding you, cunt,
but now I mean it. You're always bragging about how good you are
with men. Let's see what you can do with Novlik!"
"You're crazy! You're completely off your nut, you know
that!?" answered Flo. "I'm not about to satisfy no dog ... for
you or anybody else!"
Arnie slowly stood up, put his drink down, and quietly pulled
his three-inch leather belt from his belt loops, then doubled it
and dragged it lingeringly across the palm of his left hand. Flo
felt her skin break out in a million goose bumps as she remembered
the last time that hot strap had left bloody blisters across her
backside--the time she'd stayed overnight with that geologist from
Chicago without telling Arnie where she was. She knew he meant
business, that he'd use that frightening thing on her again if she
riled him.
"Okay, Arnie ... You win, I'll do it." She dropped to her
knees and placed her hand gently on the big dog's heaving belly.
Arnie chuckled as the soft full cheeks of her buttocks faced
him and he could make out the narrow hairline slit of her pink
open pussy nestled between the ivory columns of her smooth thighs,
her fleshy lips pouting as if they were angry.
"You're always one step ahead of me, aren't you bitch?" he
said, stepping out of his pants and settling to his knees right
behind her. His prick snapped up instantly, already hard and
eager. He laughed menacingly, then, "All right, boy! Get ready
for a real treat! Tonight you're getting a real human bitch!"
The pink furry skin of the dog's belly lay exposed to her,
and with it, the long shaft of his prick. And at the base of his
sex, his huge nearly-black testicles like furry golf balls. She
took it all in, slowly realizing what her husband had dreamed up
for her.
She started to turn around and confront him, but he came over
her naked buttocks from behind and grabbed her securely around the
waist. "You don't want to be making any sudden moves now, cunt.
He might get mad and take a hunk out of you. And we wouldn't want
that, would we," he sneered. "You just give him a good blow job,
and don't make any quick moves unless ..."
"My God, Arnie! Have you lost your mind completely!? I
can't do that! Not to a dog! Dear God no ... I can't Arnie ... I
can't do that!"
He only laughed. She was in utter torment, and he wallowed
in it. "You fuckin' slut! What makes you think you're too good
to suck my friend there? He's more of a man than some of those
fruits you run around with! Why, you're not even worthy to suck
him ... You should feel honored that he'll even let you put those
lips of yours on his prick. You'd better reconsider, slut, or
I'll change your mind for you!"
He reached for his leather belt, and Flo's mind spun crazily
at the prospect of this awful thing he was demanding of her. She
knew she had no choice--he'd use that belt on her without a
moment's hesitation. But to do that to a dog! Could she make
herself do it ...?
"Make up your mind, bitch! What's it gonna be?" he roared.
Her hand shaking like a falling leaf, she slowly reached down
and took the forbidding length of his animal prick in her hand.
Novlik squirmed impatiently under her gentle touch.
"Turn your head so I can see you," ordered Arnie. "I wanna
see it going in and out of that dog-sucking mouth of yours. Suck
it good, now ... Suck it!"
Vainly, she tried to blot out all thoughts of what she was
doing from her mind, and to hold back the choking wad of nausea
filling her stomach. She placed the side of her face on the big
animal's warm belly while she fondled his long, fur-encased member
with her hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stroked it, while
Arnie looked on wide-eyed, and suddenly ... it appeared ... the
pointed, red glistening tip of his long prick oozing out of its
protective sheath, slowly moving forward. She took long, deep
breaths to fight back the nausea ...
"Now! Suck it, slut! Suck it!" Arnie yelled.
Holding her breath now, she did it. Pushing it all from her
mind, Flo opened her lips and allowed the slender forepart to
slide into her moist mouth ... far inside until it touched the
back of her throat, then bringing her rough tongue into action.
The taste surprised her, amazingly it was almost sweet, and very
tangy, even better than some men she'd tasted. The animal
responded almost immediately, hunching his rear flanks forward as
she sucked and twirled his organ in her mouth. As she moved her
hand to his balls, caressing them lightly with her fingertips, a
long, low whine came from his throat, and his left rear leg began
to quiver convulsively.
Three double shots of booze had dulled her palate, but the
taste was surprisingly delicate, not like she'd have imagined, if
she'd ever given it any thought. She hollowed her cheeks slightly
as the long, tapered shaft shot into her mouth in a steady,
pumping rhythm. She closed her teeth, but not enough to hurt the
animal, swirling her tongue around his pink member as the
excitement of this incredible thing she was doing began to kindle
inside her. Somehow, it didn't seem nearly so awful as she
anticipated; rather, almost enjoyable in a terribly wicked,
forbidden sort of way.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck it good!" Arnie shouted at her,
maneuvering his wife's wide-spread buttocks back toward him and
gaping greedily at the tight, puckered little entrance to her
brown, hairless anus.
His cock jutted forward again, as if it had a mind of its
own, and he reached down and pulled the thick foreskin back, then
crawled in closer to her backside, dragging his thick penis
through the wet juices of her moist pussy to get it well
lubricated. Again he did that, delighting in the visible shiver
that raced along her spine as his cock brushed the sensitive lips
of her ever hungry pussy.
"Put it in!" he barked, gripping her hips tightly like
handles. "Hurry up! Stick it in you, slut!"
Obediently, her hand came back around her hips and he watched
eagerly as she grasped it tightly and forced its swollen tip into
the deliciously tight, constricting ring of her anus. He couldn't
hold back a loud gasp as his prick slipped into the taut sheath,
the muscular rings clasping it agonizingly tight as his throbbing
shaft wormed its way into her asshole. He gave a sharp,
deliberate lunge and heard her moan as he inched his hardened cock
into the warm, velvet folds of her tender passage.
Florence felt the sudden surge of his hot, throbbing shaft
ramming upward into her tight passage and she had to cry out, but
the fantastic, lascivious delight of the animal cock fucking into
her ovaled lips was beyond anything she'd imagined. It was
beginning to taste even sweeter, and the way it plunged taperedly
into her mouth was driving her wild with pure animal lust. Sex at
home had grown dull and lifeless for her, but the perverted thrill
of this incredible experience was almost too much to bear. Arnie
was screwing into her puckered anus, something she'd grown
accustomed to and she could take it or leave it, but Novlik was
thrusting his hard animal cock into her mouth and would soon
squirt his own life-giving sperm into her in a seething flood ...
and suddenly she wanted it ... she wanted it badly!
She thirsted for his animal cum in her mouth ... rushing down
her throat ... choking her as it spurted in a hot, sticky torrent!
Maybe she'd finally cracked up, but that was what she wanted, and
she sucked and tongued his glistening pink spear ravenously while
Arnie burrowed his stiffened rod into the tender depths of her
back passage. She could feel his heavy, sperm-laden balls
slapping with a loud thump against the sensitive folds of her
cunt, and she closed her eyes, savoring every second of this
abandoned, wicked ecstasy she had suddenly found.
"Aaaaagghhh! You're hurting me!" She opened her lips around
Novlik's prick pumping into her mouth enough to speak as her
husband rammed his cock into the rubbery, yielding depths of her
rectum, shoving the soft, tender flesh aside before it until his
loins finally collided roughly with her widespread buttocks,
flattening them beneath his weight. Every inch of his long, thick
prick was buried in her warm, tightly constricting rectum.
Gasping for a quick breath, Flo was unable to move even a
little to ease the agonizing pain as her husband's sadistic cock
impaled her helplessly, rammed to the hilt in her anus, her thighs
split horribly apart. He was showing her no mercy, and she
wouldn't satisfy him by begging for any. She fought back the
tears as wave after wave of sharp pain shot upward from her
obscenely stretching rectal passage. The torture was incredible!
Arnie cursed under his breath with delight, reveling with
lewd excitement at the feel of his wife's ass pressing tightly
against his hairy pelvis, while he watched Novlik's long, crimson
prick sliding wet and glistening between her pursed lips, his
strong, sinewy flanks jerking spasmodically while she scratched
delicately at his furry animal balls with the nails of one hand.
Goddamn, he didn't know if he could take it! He shoved his loins
forward into her tightly puckered tunnel and his eyes focused
intently on the stiffened rod that disappeared completely in the
stretched, brown hole between the jutting fleshy mounds of her
buttocks. He grunted with pleasure and drew the hard, blood-
filled shaft out slightly, watching with cruel passion-dazed eyes
as the tender pink flanges of tender flesh were pulled out with
it; then his cock disappeared once more in the forbidden aperture
with his inward thrust that sank his cock again up to the hilt in
her rectum. His breathing became faster and suddenly he began
rocking rhythmically in and out of her warm clasping channel, deep
down into her belly with each and every thrust.
"Oooooh ... oooohh ... oooohh," Florence moaned around
Novlik's ever swelling organ buried in her mouth, as she knelt
like a wretched slave before him, committed to his cruel
satisfaction. Arnie delighted in watching her lose control like
this--it gave him great amusement to watch her grinding back onto
his wet, glistening shaft as it cruelly sodomized her again and
again. She seemed to be enjoying the vicious thrusts that spread
her tender rectum walls so painfully ... enjoying this savage
ravishment of her asshole. Damn, she was incredible! What an
unbelievable slut she had become! The pain seemed to be gone, for
she was sucking the animal's prick with obvious wild-eyed delight,
even reaching down between her spread thighs with her free hand
and fingering her own clitoris, rubbing it fiercely in an insane
effort to bring on her delicious, all-consuming climax.
Christ, he'd never in his whole life witnessed anything like
this! Not even in those wild Alaskan whorehouses he used to visit
when he was working freighters. He gaped with amazement at his
vicious white cock disappearing and reappearing as he rammed it
all the way into her savagely grinding buttocks with each
powerful, sadistic thrust. She was taking everything he could
throw to her, and was hungry for more. Not even the tiniest bit
of his prick could be seen as he buried it relentlessly into the
tightly clasping passage, its blood-swollen head straining far up
into her tender, hungrily clutching depths.
On and on she sucked at Novlik's pistoning, scarlet prick,
her fingers warmly caressing his downy black balls, while her
other hand fondled the wet, puckered lips of her own wide-spread
slit. He felt her buttocks tighten as she squirmed to suck him up
even further into her ravenous belly, filling her taut rectum with
his stiffened manhood as she came nearer and nearer to her own
fulfillment. He couldn't stand any more, and he began pounding
into the hungry furrow furiously, slamming his pelvis against her
exposed buttocks so hard he thought he'd split her in half.
Nothing else in the world mattered to Flo except the burning
desire ravaging her knotted belly, and where the shame and
humiliation should have been, there was only an uncontrollable
hunger for more ... more! Her ravenous needs grew maddening as
Arnie stepped up the pace of his powerful assault on her rearward
passage, and her wildly quivering belly and loins screamed
desperately for precious relief. She ground back against his
impaling shaft like the insatiable bitch she was, all the while
sucking and tonguing the sweet, honey-tasting animal prick fucking
deliciously into her throat. She could feel the telltale moans of
passion slipping from her lungs. She was nearly there ...!
Novlik's massive, sinewy body began to quiver convulsively,
and suddenly without warning, Florence's mouth was filled with a
great undamming of thick warm liquid which gagged her and
slithered and oozed down her hungrily gulping throat. Like a
starving animal, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed
while the huge beast whined with ecstatic delight, and her whole
body shivered with the pleasurable raptures of unrestrained
masochism ...
Just as quickly as it came, it was all over, and the huge
dog's prick began to deflate and withdraw from her eagerly
clasping lips, until finally, the animal rolled from beneath her
and got to its feet.
"Oh, yes, yes! Oh ... Oooooohhhh ..." she moaned
pathetically at her panting husband as he pistoned savagely into
her wildly stretched rectal passage, streams of sweat running from
his body and mingling with her own as they coursed along her
thighs and legs. "I ... I'm going to cum! I'm going to ... Now!
Oh, God, nowwwww!"
As his fiercely battering cock worked itself again and again
into her rectum, her hips forced themselves back on the painfully
impaling shaft, and she groaned incessantly as the pleasure grew
greater ... greater ... and then--burst in a dizzying whirl of
color. Never had she dreamed Arnie could bring her such
incredible blissfulness ... never had she known such total and
devouring wantonness.
She was spinning out of control in a frenzied rippling orgasm
that filled her whole being. She was gone! Nothing else mattered
... nothing but those delicious, satisfying chills of pure
pleasure coursing through her ravished body.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh ..." she screamed, as the blessed,
fulfilling relief spread over her naked form, her senses dazed to
everything around her in the magnificence of this special moment.
Arnie cursed aloud, still sawing into her savagely with the
last of his stored-up strength, thrusting into her so hard she
thought his enormous, throbbing prick would rip all the way
through her, and burst out her mouth; she moaned pitifully from
the pain, but offered no resistance. She felt his strong pelvis
snap convulsively against the flattened mounds of her buttocks and
then a great, flooding surge of thick, hot semen burst up into her
rectum, filling her trembling belly to the brim, and oozing out in
a thin, hot rivulet down the inside of her quivering thigh.
She heard him gasp one last satisfied groan of relief and
withdraw, his rubbery cock now deflated. Her tightly clasping
passage released its grip on his limp organ reluctantly, and he
slithered out of her with a wet sucking sound. In its place came
a quick, welcome chilling rush of air in her unplugged hole; then,
she too fell forward and sprawled exhausted on the carpet, her
breasts heaving beneath her.
Florence lay very still for what seemed like a long time,
then gathered enough strength to climb shakily to her feet, wiping
the thin trail of semen from her thighs, retrieving her dress from
the floor. She could feel Arnie's eyes on the naked flesh of her
back even before she turned and faced him. When she finally did,
there was no mistaking the mask of contempt twisting his face, but
she'd expected nothing less. There could be no mercy, no
understanding about something like this. Subjecting her to every
unspeakable indecency he could dream up was not enough; only by
rubbing her face in it could he really be satisfied.
"You really are a slut, you know that," he sneered. "You're
even worse than I thought."
Flo knew better than to argue with him when he was like this.
"I'm going to take a bath now, and go to bed. I'll see you." She
turned slowly and made her way to the bedroom, her equilibrium off
from the dizzying spin her mind had suffered.
Arnie reached down beside his favorite chair, his hand
touching Novlik's furry head. "You liked that all right, didn't
you pal?"
Novlik answered with a quick swish of his thick tail.
"Well, if all goes well, old buddy," grinned Arnie, rubbing
the mammoth dog's forehead, "maybe in a few days you'll have
another playmate ... A nice young one for you this time!"
Chapter 6
Winter was making one last dying effort as Ginny stepped down
from the commercial prop-jet at Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. The
falling snow was so thick she couldn't see the hangar as she made
her way toward the charter line headquarters, falling in huge wet
snowflakes that stuck to her like glue. She was soaked to the
skin when she finally reached the shelter of the hangar, and the
tiny office of Northern Lines Charter Service.
"I'm Mrs. Dennison," she said hopefully, "I think my brother-
in-law made arrangements for a flight with your company. Have I
got the right place?"
A young-looking man wearing a ski jacket looked up from the
pile of charts on the large table, "Yes, ma'am ... you've come to
the right place, all right. I'm Rick Scovill, your pilot."
Ginny's first thought was that he looked much too young to be
flying a plane. "Oh ... Well, I guess I'm ready anytime you are,"
she smiled.
"That might be quite a while, ma'am," replied the pilot, "I
guess you didn't notice all that snow coming down out there."
Ginny looked out the window, as if she was seeing the near-
blizzard for the first time. "Gee I guess I wasn't thinking," she
said, a little embarrassed. "I just never thought about it, I
suppose. But don't the planes take off in rain and snow and such?
... I thought I remembered flying in the snow one time, coming
home to California from Indiana."
The young pilot laughed, "Wait till you see the plane we'll
be using. It's not much like those big jets you're used to."
"Oh, I flew up here in one ... A small one, I mean. It only
seated about twenty-five or thirty people."
Rick stepped back and opened a narrow door to the hangar
behind the office; a cold gust swept through like a winter storm.
"That plane over there ... that's what I meant when I said small."
He pointed his index finger toward a well-maintained L-16, a World
War II spotter plane.
"That thing?" shrieked Ginny. "You must be kidding! It
looks like a toy!"
Rick motioned her through the doorway into the hangar, and
Ginny followed close behind, shivering in the unheated immenseness
of the old building. They passed a dozen or more larger planes;
she'd seen photographs of similar ones in magazines. Even those
looked small after the commercial liner she'd flown to Whitehorse
on, but this tiny thing was too much!
"Well, here she is," said Rick proudly, opening the flimsy
door on the pilot's side. Inside were two seats, one in front,
one in back. "What'ya think of her? Quite a cute little number
isn't she?"
Ginny shook her head incredulously. "Cute, yes ... but can
it fly?"
"Sh-h-h-h," whispered Rick, "don't let Nancy hear you talk
like that."
"Nancy?" Ginny looked around for another face, but they were
apparently alone in the huge hangar.
"Yeah ... That's her name. Nancy, meet Mrs. Dennison from
California."
Ginny felt rather awkward, never having been introduced to an
airplane before, and she didn't know quite what to reply. "Uh ...
could we go back inside your office, Mr. Scovill? I'm freezing to
death."
"Sure," answered Rick. "This was terribly inconsiderate of
me. I forgot you aren't used to our Canadian weather yet. But
you will be if you stay up on the Mackenzie very long."
Ginny had to think for a moment before her memory told her
that was the name of the big river Arnie and Florence lived on.
It flowed north, to the Arctic Ocean, she remembered from one of
Arnie's old letters.
"I don't think I'll be up there too long," said Ginny.
"Maybe just for the summer."
Rick smiled, "If that's the case, you might not see any real
North country weather at all. It'll be more like California in
the summer ... maybe even a little hotter."
"Hotter? I thought it was up close to the North Pole or
something."
"You haven't done your homework, ma'am," said Rick, stifling
a laugh. "Norman Wells is one helluva way from the North Pole ...
if you'll pardon my language, ma'am."
Ginny could tell already she had a lot to learn about this
strange part of the world. Strange at least to a small-town girl
from Indiana. Cold weather and snow she'd come prepared for, but
not for a California climate. "Just how warm is it up there in
the summer?"
Rick thought for a moment. "Well, it depends on what part of
the summer, such as it is. There's really only about two months
of what you'd call summer. But sometimes it gets up in the
nineties in the middle of the day ... though it might drop below
freezing that same night."
"Ninety? I brought all my winter clothes!"
"Well, I wouldn't worry about it," laughed Rick. "Remember--
it drops down awfully low sometimes at night. And you never know
when a real cold wave is going to come through. Once in a while
they get some awfully cold storms off the Arctic ice whistling up
the Mackenzie."
Ginny was beginning to wonder if she'd made the right move in
coming up here at all. But that had never crossed her mind back
in Los Angeles; just the chance to get away from all her troubles
and spend some time with relatives, even if they were in-laws, was
all the incentive she needed to make up her mind. She hoped Fred
wouldn't be too terribly angry when he got her letter. She hadn't
had time to write him for his permission and wait for an answer.
With the way he wrote letters, she might have been standing around
for months waiting for Fred to say yes.
* * *
It was mid-afternoon when the freak snowstorm blew over,
leaving in its wake a beautiful, cloudless blue sky that stretched
from horizon to horizon. Ginny could make out the hazy shapes of
distant mountains, far off to the north, ringed with cloud-like
fog and squatting like watchdogs of the untamed Northwest
Territories beyond, blocking out the influx of civilization from
the warmer, less awesome south.
"Is that where we're going?" asked Ginny, peering out the
misty window of Scovill's office. "It looks awfully rugged. Is
there any chance ... I mean, is it dangerous?"
Rick was pulling on his insulated heavy jacket. "No, not
terribly ... But it will be cold. Is that the only coat you
have?"
Ginny was wearing the heaviest jacket she owned, one she
never got a chance to wear in Los Angeles. "Yeah ... but I've got
a sweater in my suitcase. I could put that on under my coat, if
you think I'll need it."
"Don't bother," answered Rick, opening a locker behind the
desk. "I think I can find something in here you can wear. Your
brother-in-law should be able to get a real coat for you when you
get to Norman Wells."
Rick picked up her suitcase from the combination baggage
agent-ticket clerk in the tiny terminal building across the wide
landing apron from the charter hangar and strapped it down in the
back of the L-16 and Ginny climbed in, feeling more than a little
embarrassed as she bent far over to maneuver into the back seat,
revealing her thighs way up past the bottom of her white panties.
No time for modesty, she told herself, and strapped the broad
safety belt around her waist. Her elbow bumped the inside of the
fuselage wall, and to her amazement, it gave like cloth!
"Rick! What's this plane made of?" she asked, almost hoping
it had been her imagination.
"Oh, if you mean the fuselage covering, it's fabric ... a lot
cheaper than metal, and a helluva lot lighter."
"Fabric! You mean like cloth ... cotton or something like
that?" she asked.
"Yeah, something like that. But don't worry," he assured
her. "It's airworthy. This little baby's been flying since 1943,
and I don't think she's gonna quit on us now."
Ginny shook her head, unable to believe what she was about to
do. Halfway across the Northwest Territories in a cloth-covered
plane! I must be out of my mind!
* * *
The tiny L-16 leaped into the air almost before Ginny
realized they were even moving down the runway, and before she
could catch her breath, they were high over the Whitehorse
airport, banking steeply as they left the pattern. The scurrying
airport workers grew smaller and smaller, and soon they were just
a dozen or so ants zipping back and forth between the six-inch
airplanes scattered around the terminal.
"How high are we, Rick?" she shouted over the high-pitched
whine of the single engine, leaning as far forward as her safety
strap would allow.
"Not very high yet! About twenty-eight hundred feet! We'll
climb to four thousand for the rest of the trip!"
The tree cover grew denser as they left the paved streets and
houses of Whitehorse far behind, and the only break in the thick
forest was an occasional logging road winding through the trees to
a logged-over section. Animal life seemed everywhere;
white-tailed deer leaped and bounded along beneath them, as if
chasing the tiny shadow of their plane. She thought she spotted a
huge brown bear, but she couldn't be sure, and Rick was using the
radio, trying to reach the airstrip at Norman Wells.
They flew on for hours, seemingly in a straight line, and the
excitement of flying soon became a monotonous bore, as they passed
over miles of identical terrain, each mile no different from the
dozens of others they'd left behind.
Rick started to spiral down, and Ginny readied herself for
her reunion with Arnie and Flo, only to be disappointed when Rick
leaned over the seat to let her know this stop was only for gas,
and that she wouldn't even leave the plane. He cut the throttle
and coasted in to a muddy landing strip--without a name, and only
a couple of Quonset huts to identify it. They taxied over to an
enormous red-painted tank, and a young boy, not more than twelve
or thirteen obligingly filled their tank and wiped the dirt and
grime from the plane's windscreen. Ginny stayed in her seat while
Rick checked over all the fittings and the landing gear, and in a
few minutes, they were back in the air, continuing their
persistent northward course.
The constant whine of the airplane's engine soon lulled Ginny
to sleep, and she dozed for over an hour, her head against the
plastic window at her side. She might have slept all the way to
Norman Wells, had the plane's course not suddenly shifted.
She blinked her eyes open groggily as the plane banked gently
and began to head in a slightly altered direction.
"Are we almost there?" she asked. "I thought I felt the
plane change course."
"Not quite!" shouted Rick. "But we're following one of the
Mackenzie's tributaries. You'll be able to see the Mackenzie
River pretty soon!"
Ginny anxiously searched the forest below, but could only
catch an occasional flash of silver from the tiny stream beneath
them. Tributary, indeed, she thought, why it looks more like a
drainage ditch!
She looked away long enough to adjust her seat belt, and to
maneuver her legs around a bit to ease the muscle cramps, and when
she gazed out the window again, there was a long, widening giant
of a river across their path, disappearing in the distance in the
flat, treeless plain of the Arctic.
"There it is! You'll be in Norman Wells in about fifteen
minutes!"
Ginny felt her stomach suddenly tighten, and for the first
time, she was afraid of what she might find in Norman Wells--after
all, she hadn't ever really gotten to know either of these people,
even though they were Fred's relatives.
Oh, I hope they'll like me ... I hope everything works out
all right ...
Chapter 7
"Ginny darling!" came a loud shrill voice from across the
taxi ramp, almost before Ginny could climb from the plane. It was
Florence, but she didn't recognize the man with her, unless Arnie
had changed quite a bit since the last time she saw him. This man
was taller, and very blond, like maybe he was a Scandinavian.
"How are you, honey?!" Florence threw her arms around her as
she stepped on the wheel cover, and then, shakily, onto the
asphalt. "How was your trip? Was the weather okay?"
"Everything was fine, Flo ... I was in good hands." Rick came
around after chocking the wheels. "This is Rick Scovill ... Rick,
this is Florence Dennison, my sister-in-law and ..."
"And this is Gus," injected Flo. "He's my husband's foreman.
Arnie's out on the river checking some landings that got broken
during the winter, but he said he'd be back by tonight."
Flo signed the pad Rick was holding in his hand, and Gus
grabbed Ginny's bag. "Thanks, Rick ... I had a wonderful time!"
shouted Ginny as they walked toward the jeep parked by the landing
strip. Rick waved good-bye, and headed for the hangar for a rest
before the long lonely trip back to Whitehorse.
"Well, what'ya think of our little town?" asked Flo as they
drove down the muddy street to the Dennison place on the northern
edge of the settlement, past a surprising number of frame houses,
some of the newer ones built on short stilts, like terribly fat
birds perched in the melting slush of springtime.
"That's certainly a strange way to build a house, isn't it?
Is your house built like that, Flo?" Ginny asked.
"No, no... Ours is just a plain house. Those stilts are kind
of a new idea. It's supposed to keep the permafrost from doing
any damage or something ... maybe Arnie could explain it a little
better."
Gus steered the bucking jeep off the main street and up a
little hill, through a dense thicket of green trees. Ginny could
feel the temperature drop several degrees as they left the warm
sunshine behind.
The house soon came into view, and Ginny was surprised to
find it so large. From their letters, she would have guessed it
as half this size. It looked like an overblown log cabin, and in
fact, most of the exterior was made of large, rough-cut logs; it
looked quite comfortable and cozy nestled among the thick trees.
"Well, Ginny, here we are. Home sweet home," said Flo as
they stepped from the jeep. "I hope you like it, but if you
don't, keep your mouth shut around Arnie. He's crazy about this
place. Next to Novlik, it's his favorite ... I guess I come in
about third or fourth." She winked at Gus as she spoke, but he
didn't reply, just carried the suitcase to the front door and
returned to the jeep, the motor still running.
"I don't want to seem stupid so soon," said Ginny as they
entered the house, "but who's Novlik?"
"You mean I haven't written about Novlik? I should have
devoted a whole letter to that animal."
"Animal?" Ginny looked puzzled.
"Animal is right, sweetie," exclaimed Flo.
"You see, Novlik is Arnie's dog ... mostly Malamute and Husky
... and the two of them are inseparable. Wherever Arnie is right
now, you can be sure that dog is within ten feet. I swear, he'd
let him sleep with us if I hadn't put my foot down. I guess
you'll be the lucky one, since you'll be sleeping in his room."
Ginny was more confused than ever. "His room? What ..."
"But don't worry about it," interrupted Flo. "Novlik doesn't
use the bed. He sleeps on an old sheepskin right by the door.
You'll hardly notice he's around. You aren't allergic to dogs,
are you?"
Ginny shook her head. "No, not that I know of. When do I
get to meet this fantastic dog. I'm kinda curious to see what he
can do."
Flo nearly burst out laughing at that last comment, but
managed to keep a straight face. "Oh, you'll be surprised, honey
... You'll be most surprised."
Chapter 8
Ginny was sleeping soundly when Arnie finally got home from a
long day on the river, and he thought it best not to wake her. He
thought for a moment he might have to, since Novlik had never seen
her before and might get spooked by a strange person in the house,
but he was as tired as his master, and was dream-ing dog-dreams by
the time Arnie could get out of his wet clothes, curled up
peacefully on his sheepskin.
"I'll introduce them in the morning," said Arnie. "Novlik
wouldn't hurt her anyway, even if they ran into each other in the
night." With that, he crept quietly off to bed, dying to get rid
of a hard-on he'd carried around all after-noon.
"Spread those legs, bitch," he whispered, so as not to wake
up Ginny. "I'm coming in."
Flo had learned years ago not to argue with him when he was
in one of his moods, and--half asleep--she obediently spread her
bare thighs for Arnie's satisfaction, muttering something about
being cold and not to wake up their guest.
"Don't worry about her," grumbled Arnie, poking his stiffened
prick up between his wife's thighs without even a hint of
foreplay. "She's probably heard people fucking before. Just put
it in, I'll take care of the rest."
Flo obligingly worked the swollen head of his cock between
the fleshy lips of her pussy, rubbing it back and forth a little
on her clitoris to get her slit moist enough to keep from hurting
her. Arnie felt the bulbous head slip into her tight passage, and
rammed it home with a quick, brutal slap of his loins against her
upturned pelvis.
"Ooowwww! Goddamn, take it easy," she blurted, forgetting in
her sharp pain that Ginny was only a few feet away. Arnie didn't
ease off for a second, but kept on pounding his thick cock into
her tender channel until the warm juices made it less painful, and
the soft, pink walls began to loosen a little.
* * *
Ginny was wide awake she had been since Arnie brought the dog
into the house and began to undress for bed. With no real reason,
she'd just kept quiet, and now she lay quietly, almost afraid to
breathe, lest they hear her and somehow know she'd been listening
to their most private lovemaking all along. She fought the urge
to eavesdrop ... she even put a pillow over her head, but it was
no use. The sounds coming from their open bedroom door were
drawing her like a moth to a flame, and she couldn't stop herself.
Somehow, it was suddenly wickedly exciting to hear two people
making love, and Flo was certainly making no effort to stifle her
groans. In a steady, sure rhythm, Flo moaned again and again, and
Ginny could hear the bed squeak as it went up and down ... up and
down.
She could stand it no longer; as evil and wrong as it might
be, she had to have a look. She could crouch beside the foot of
her own bed and see easily into their bedroom. And their room was
partially illuminated by the dim glow of the night-light in the
hall, so their figures were outlined clearly. Moving slowly,
careful not to make the bed squeak, Ginny lowered herself to the
floor beside her bed, and crawled the couple of feet to the end.
She nearly gave herself away when she got her first real glimpse
of the two of them, Arnie hunched over Flo's tiny body like some
sort of savage monster, his haunches rising and falling as Flo
moaned softly her soulful gasps punctuated with an occasional
sharp, muffled cry as Arnie pounded into her. Ginny nearly gasped
herself from the wicked excitement of watching them like this, but
she succeeded in covering her mouth before it was too late.
She could even see Arnie's cock when he rocked back, as it
slithered wetly from Flo's wide-spread slit, pulling little ridges
of pink, ragged flesh with it as it withdrew from her wet,
clasping vaginal sheath. Ginny felt the wickedness fan the
dormant coals of desire in her belly--never in her life had she
watched anyone else make love. It wasn't something she would have
guessed would be exciting, but how wrong she would have been.
Already she could feel the dampness spreading between her tightly
clenched thighs, and she struggled to fight the growing temptation
to reach down between her legs and quell the rising flames of
lustful desire as best she could. But she knew that was wrong,
and she promised herself she wouldn't do it ...
Her eyes wide with amazement, she watched as Arnie's buttocks
raised again and again, his long, thick prick burrowing into Flo's
wide-open vagina with deep, powerful thrusts. Flo's moans grew
louder, and Arnie's strong rhythm increased ...
Ginny fought it as long as she could, and when she could
stand it not a second longer, she ran her hand down over the mound
of her pelvis and between her legs, hesitating there a moment
before she did this awful thing ... something she'd steadfastly
denied herself all the long, lonely months while Fred was gone.
But she had to ... she had to before this agonizing flame in her
belly consumed her alive!
Gingerly, she touched the moist, fleshy crevice down between
her legs with the fingers of her right hand, then explored for the
sensitive, pleasure-giving bud of her clitoris. A shiver of
ecstasy raced over her body as her fingers made warm, wet contact,
and she hesitated again.
Oh, God, I can't ... I just can't do this awful thing!
But her desire proved stronger than her willpower, and
slowly, lightly at first, her fingers began to caress the
throbbing nipple of her clitoris, sending wave after wave of
delicious pleasure coursing through her body.
Oh, it feels so good ... so good!
So great was her enjoyment, she failed to notice as a
shadowy, massive shape crept toward her from the corner opposite
her bed. Her eyes were half-closed, as she opened them only for
another forbidden glimpse of Arnie's thick shaft pistoning in and
out of his wife's hungrily clasping pussy-lips. Suddenly she
snapped like a whip, leaping forward almost half a foot, still on
her knees beside the bed.
My God, what is that cold nuzzling between my legs? What is
it?!
She looked back over her shoulder, almost afraid of what she
might find. It was Arnie's dog, Novlik! His cold, wet nose was
sniffing back between the cleft cheeks of her buttocks, rooting as
if searching for something in the nakedness of her exposed thighs.
What can I do? Oh, dear God, what can I do?
She tried to shoo the beast away, afraid to touch him for
fear the mammoth animal might take off half her arm, but the huge
dog seemed determined, and Ginny had no choice but to remain
motionless, quivering with fear, as the savage animal nuzzled her
crotch like she was no more than a bitch standing before him!
Her teeth gritted, she did her best to remain still, but
every touch of the dog's nose sent fresh shivers of fright racing
along her spine. She couldn't cry out ... how could she explain
this to Arnie and Flo? She'd never be able to look them in the
face again if they knew she had been watching them like a common
voyeur, spying on them in their own house.
She shivered anew as the dog's long, pink tongue suddenly
lashed out from his lips, licking the sensitive folds of her
vagina. Her whole body tensed, and again she tried to brush the
huge animal away, but he wouldn't budge. She even summoned enough
courage to try shoving him, but he growled softly but menacingly
when she pushed his muscular haunches aside.
She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing to do but
remain still and wait for the frightening beast to go away!
Again his tongue licked over her puckered anal crevice,
coursing down over the fleshy ridges of her quivering pussy, along
the deep crevice of her buttocks, and up again past the taut,
brown-ringed hole of her rectum. She trembled in abject terror as
the animal licked her crotch from one end to the other ... and he
showed no signs of quitting.
Like the lashing tongue of a lizard, Novlik's rough tongue
licked again and again at the moist, warm juiciness of her vaginal
cleft, and she found herself quivering from his savage contact--
not from fear, but from something she suddenly couldn't control, a
strange sort of primitive excitement that emanated from deep
within her naked vaginal crevice.
What's happening to me!? What's going on inside my body?!
What is it!?
Novlik's bristly tongue raced over her clitoris faster and
faster as the big dog lapped up the tangy, tasty wetness from her
narrow slit, gulping it down eagerly. Ginny's belly was knotted
to its breaking point, and she strained to hold back a tortured,
relief-giving scream.
I can't stand anymore! I can't stand it!
Novlik's hungrily lapping tongue snaked deep between the
soft, pliable lips of her moist pussy, licking out every drop of
her precious juices. The rough tip brushed over her pulsing
clitoris again and again, each time sending a convulsive shiver
racing along her tightly-clenched furrow and along her naked
spine.
His long, probing tongue wormed into the warm, moist entrance
to the very mouth of her cuntal channel, lapping out the warm
wetness deep inside her fleshy tunnel. Her body trembled out of
control ... she didn't know how much more she could take before he
licked her to orgasm and then suddenly she knew ... none ...
"Oh, no! Oh, no! ... Ooooohhhh ..."
She clamped her hands over her lips to muffle her deep,
throaty moan and fell forward, her weak, wobbly knees unable to
support her weight a second longer. She lay there, heaving
convulsively in the dying throes of her sudden climax, afraid to
look up for fear that Arnie and Flo had heard her gasping moan and
would be towering over her.
She opened her eyes slowly--cautiously--but Arnie and Flo
were still on the bed, Arnie's hips bucking savagely as he neared
his climax. Still fascinated, she watched a second longer, and
saw Arnie's buttocks quiver visibly, then an oozing cascade of
white stickiness spurted from his swollen, throbbing prick as he
pulled it from his wife's clasping, hungrily nibbling passage just
in time, drenching her belly and pelvis with a hot white spray of
semen.
The huge dog left her alone, and calmly trotted back to his
sheepskin bed, as if nothing had happened. Ginny pulled herself
back onto the bed with her last bit of strength, still gasping for
breath, unable to comprehend what had happened to her.
She yanked the blankets over her trembling nakedness and
cried herself, finally, to sleep.
Chapter 9
It wasn't easy, but the next two days, Wednesday and
Thursday, were enough to help Ginny forget the unforgettable--
those horrifying minutes at the mercy of Arnie's vicious dog, the
incredible depths of degradation she sank to, even worse than her
experiences with Marty Bondman back in California. Ginny had
awoke the next morning feeling worse, perhaps, than on any day of
her life, but by midmorning, she'd nearly forgotten the depravity
of the night before.
Flo rushed her out of the house almost before it was light,
and Gus was waiting for them when they made their way through the
mud and slush to the post office. Ginny posted the letter to Fred
she'd written on the plane coming up, and they sped away for a
long day of sightseeing, beginning with the rugged drive east of
town to the foothills of the Mackenzie Mountains. Those towering,
rocky peaks were even more beautiful than she'd pictured them from
Arnie's letters, remote and forbidding, almost untouched by human
despoilation, they rose silently on the far horizon, like the
Great Wall of China, running as far north as she could see.
Gus drove them up into the hilly meadows for an even closer
look, and parked the jeep nearly ten miles from town, on a
treeless bluff that afforded a picture-book view both of the river
behind them and the majestic Mackenzies ahead.
"Can you drive all the way to the mountains?" asked Ginny.
Gus shook his head. "No ... but there are horse and foot
trails. Some of them date back to the eighteen-hundreds. You can
cross them even, if you are very brave. The hunting up there is
fabulous ... better than any place in the Territories."
"Wow, I'd sure like to ride up there ... I'll bet the
scenery's fantastic!" exclaimed Ginny, standing on the jeep's
fender for a better look. "I sure wish I'd brought my camera. I
left in such a hurry this morning, I forgot all about it."
"Don't worry about getting pictures," said Flo. "We'll be up
here plenty of times. It's one of the most beautiful picnic spots
around. Sometimes on week-ends, half the village is up here."
"Oh, I don't think I'd like that," Ginny decided. "Too many
people would just spoil it. I like it like this."
Florence unpacked the sandwiches she'd thoughtfully brought
along, and the three of them enjoyed a leisurely lunch high on the
top of the world, a million miles from the nearest freeway or
traffic jam, and completely free of pollution and noise. Ginny
couldn't recall when she'd spent a more pleasant morning. Once in
a while, when she'd look at Flo, she'd remember last night, and
Flo's naked genitals right before her curious eyes. And more
important, she'd remember everything that happened ... including
those horrible few minutes with Novlik. But the sun and the
cobalt-blue sky were the perfect cure, and by afternoon, she'd
nearly put those frightful memories out of her mind.
They wound their way back through the forest, back down the
hills, and arrived back in Norman Wells in time to watch the
season's first cargo barge heading north, bound for Inuvik, and
the gas fields of Alaska's North Slope. It wasn't much to look
at, just a squared-off rust-colored hulk being towed by a chunky,
smoke-spitting little tug, but it seemed that everyone in town was
lining the banks for a peek.
"Why all the excitement?" asked Ginny when they left the jeep
near the center of town. "Haven't they ever seen a barge before."
"That's a special barge, Ginny," explained Flo, "the first
one heading for the Arctic this season. Those barges and tugs are
the lifeblood of this town, and the people don't forget it. That
tug-pilot will probably get a hero's welcome when he reaches
Inuvik, all the way north on the Mackenzie."
"Is that an Eskimo town? I mean, with igloos and all that
sort of thing?" Ginny asked.
Flo laughed, "I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't make fun. I
guess everyone back in the states think the Eskimos still live in
igloos. The truth is, Inuvik has a lot of Eskimos, but they live
in wooden houses just like we do. Nothing very romantic and
exciting about that, I suppose."
"Gee, I guess there's a lot about the North country that
isn't like the storybooks, huh?" Ginny surmised.
"Right ... even the famous Mountie dog sleds are gone.
They've replaced the last ones with gasoline-powered snowmobiles
now."
"The next thing you know, you'll have skyscrapers and crowded
freeways right here in Norman Wells," sighed Ginny.
"Well, not any time soon, I hope ... C'mon, I told Gus to
meet us down at the docks. He's taking us for a ride on the
company boat."
"Great! That sounds like a lot of fun. Do you do this all
the time?"
"No, no," laughed Flo, "only when we have guests. The rest
of the time I just sit around the house and wait for Arnie to come
home; he likes me around when he comes in."
Ginny remembered last night and blushed, then quickly asked,
"how about friends? Do you know most of the people in town?" she
asked.
"All of 'em," replied Flo, "every single one. You can't
belch in this town without everybody knowing about it ten minutes
later ... You'll meet some of them yourself, Friday night. Arnie
has invited some friends over for a little party. I hope you
don't mind."
"Mind? No, why should I mind?" asked Ginny. "I think it
will be lots of fun to meet your friends."
"Well, maybe," grinned Flo, "I guess it's only fair to warn
you that some of our friends go in for really wild parties ... you
know what I mean? Not much else to do up here, I guess."
Ginny was getting a little concerned. "Wild? Just how wild
do you mean?"
Florence smiled, "I wouldn't go worrying about it. It won't
be anything to write home to Mother about, but it'll be fun ...
you can count on that!"
Chapter 10
Ginny couldn't remember a party where the guest list was more
diverse than this one. She'd forgotten most of the names already,
but she'd never forget this party. Arnie's friends ranged from
Cleveland Bartlett, the town's banker and local financier, to
"Moose Jaw" Diker, the first friend Arnie had found back in those
bleak, lonely years before he'd made his fortune. Moose Jaw was
eighty-five if he was a year, and as tough as a keg of tenpenny
nails. Ginny was glad he could come, for he came as close to
being the grizzled prospector from the westerns she'd read as a
child as anyone could be. He even smelled like a rough-and-ready
outdoorsman, maybe even a pioneer. Mr. Bartlett was a whole lot
less interesting, but Ginny noticed Arnie spent more time with him
than with Moose Jaw or some of his other colorful acquaintances.
Flo introduced her to every single one, but the names all ran
together. She figured there was plenty of time for learning names
later.
Arnie spent most of his time around the liquor, seemingly
mixing one drink before he finished the other. But Arnie could
never be called selfish with his booze; he was passing out drinks
like crazy, though most everyone had long ago drunk their fill.
They'd long since exhausted every conceivable topic of
discussion by eleven-thirty, and the guests began to thin out,
pausing a moment to pay their respects to the host and hostess and
to wish Ginny a pleasant, enjoyable visit. She was glad to see
them go, frankly, for she'd tired of talking about the California
weather, smog and hippies hours earlier.
Only Arnie was left in the living room by midnight, and he
insisted Ginny have one last drink. She tried to refuse, but he
was terribly persistent, and she finally relented. It was her
fourth or fifth--she couldn't remember--and went down like water.
It had hardly reached her belly before she began to regret it.
She started to get up, but the floor spun around beneath her
feet, so she plopped back into the big chair.
"Looks like you're feeling no pain, huh sweetheart?" asked
Arnie. Ginny could only see a messy blur where his face should
have been.
"What ... oh, yeah, I guess so," she said thickly. "Where's
Flo?" She seemed to add that last question as an afterthought when
she slowly realized she was alone with Arnie.
"She's occupied with Gus at the moment," smiled Arnie.
Ginny tried to wait for all the words to sink in. "With Gus?
You mean ..."
Arnie cut her off. "Yeah, with Gus. She has these little
flings once in a while. She'll have forgotten all about it by
morning."
Ginny heard it all right, but she couldn't believe her ears.
"I don't understand, Arnie. Is she in there?" She motioned toward
the closed bedroom door.
Arnie nodded affirmatively. "Come on, we'll have a little
fun." He got up, grabbing Ginny by the arm.
"Wait a minute," she insisted, "where are we going? I don't
want to go in there."
But Arnie was his usual persistent self. "Oh, c'mon, live a
little. You won't see anything you haven't seen already this
week."
Ginny's cheeks suddenly were bright crimson. He knows! He
knows I was watching!
"You didn't think you fooled me, did you? I saw you hiding
down there beside your bed."
"But ... but why ... why didn't you say something," stammered
Ginny, too embarrassed to look up.
"Why should I? I'd have spoiled all your fun ... and
besides, I don't mind an audience when I fuck. I've got nothing
to hide," he laughed.
Ginny's head was spinning like a top, and she wanted nothing
more than to go to bed and sleep off this topsy-turvy state her
mind was in.
But Arnie was in the best position; he was less dulled by the
alcohol, being still way below his capacity, and soon Ginny found
herself being led into the darkened bedroom, by way of her room.
"Please, Arnie ... I don't want to," she whispered, but Arnie
pulled her behind him, and they settled quietly on the thick
animal skin against the far wall. The bedroom fireplace still
bore the smoldering remnants of the night's fire, and the
glowing-red coals cast an eerie light over the couple intertwined
on the bed fifteen away. The fire's glow was the only light in
the room, and at the far end where Ginny and Arnie sat on the fur
rug, it was pitch black.
"Are you cold," whispered Arnie, and put his arm around
Ginny's shoulders before she could reply. She started to push it
away, but it didn't seem to make any difference so she left it.
"Let's get out of here, Arnie," said Ginny softly, leaning
nearly to his left ear. "I don't like this."
"Relax ... they won't mind as long as it looks like we're
here for the same reason." He squeezed his arm around her
shoulders, gently caressing the soft flesh of her bare arm with
his open palm.
"What do you mean?" Ginny whispered loudly.
"Sh-h-h-h ... just follow my lead, and I'll guarantee you the
show of your life."
Ginny thought of running from the room, of simply jumping up
and racing back into the living room. But somehow, something kept
her there, something almost like magic seemed to hold her securely
to this spot. Just like the other night, when she'd spied on
Arnie and Flo, some strange kind of wicked attraction seemed to
draw her like a magnet.
The shadowy figures on the bed were practically still, with
only an occasional movement to indicate they were even awake.
Suddenly a head rose above the covers, and Ginny could feel
someone looking her way.
"Cooperate, Ginny ... Gus is looking at us," whispered Arnie.
She gave in, it seemed the only answer and Arnie seemed so
sure it would solve everything. The last thing she wanted was a
scene ...
She allowed herself to drift freely in the dizziness brought
on by the alcohol, and Arnie had pulled her so close she could
hardly move. Catching her by surprise, his hand slipped down the
collar of her dress, unbuttoning the top button, and fastened
firmly on her naked breast. She could feel sharp pin pricks of
delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the
tiny hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger
maddeningly. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her
ear as he turned his head toward her, nibbling tantalizingly at
the skin of her bare neck.
This is wrong ... I know it is! I've got to do something!
I've got to get out of here!
She started to squirm away, struggling to get to her feet,
but Arnie snapped her head back toward his and planted his lips
firmly on hers. She tried still to get away, but the pressure was
too great for her to escape. Maybe if she'd been sober, but in
her present state she was no match for him.
His tongue thrust strongly between her clenched teeth, and
wetly probed the inside of her mouth, its roughness rubbing the
surface of her tongue. She found herself thrusting her own tongue
back at him, and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth.
There was no question about it, he really knew how to kiss.
Something was wrong, she told herself. She should be sick to
her stomach, revulsed at the touch of another man, especially this
one, Fred's own brother! But she didn't feel that way, and no
matter how hard she denied it to herself, she was really enjoying
this man's kisses ... this man's caressing touch. He was a real
man, maybe even more of a man than her own Fred and the first man
she'd been this close to in months. That disgusting swine in Los
Angeles didn't count, she thought, and something about Arnie's
forcefulness was awfully hard to resist.
His probing kiss continued, while his fingers deftly fondled
the throbbing tip of her breast, squeezing her pink nipple
affectionately between his fingers.
There was a groan from the bed, but Ginny was afraid to look.
"Take a look ... Flo's going down on him," Arnie whispered
with heavy breath.
She blinked to focus in the dim light, and got a sudden clear
view of Flo's head working up and down on the big Swede's loins,
her lips clasped tightly in an oval around the shaft of his
immense organ, standing firm and erect like a tree stump rising
from the bed. It stood hard and rigid through the fly of his
pants, with wispy tufts of blonde-brown pubic hair around the
thick base.
"Oh, God," gasped Ginny, turning her head to Arnie's
shoulder, "I can't look! That's awful ... just awful."
Somehow, she hadn't expected this, though she really wasn't
sure what she had expected. Kissing maybe. And there had really
been no doubt what Gus and Flo might be doing on that bed, but
until this moment she hadn't come face to face with the frightful
truth. She had thought a moment ago she had everything firmly
under control, but now she wasn't so sure.
The awful sight of that man's penis disappearing into her
sister-in-law's hungry, sucking mouth had been just too much for
her. And the wet sucking noises, punctuated with mewls of
pleasure from both Gus and Flo, hadn't made things any better.
She burrowed her head against Arnie's shoulder, desperately trying
to shut out the obscene sounds, but they were everywhere, it
seemed, and nothing helped. She wanted more than anything to run,
but she doubted her legs would even support her if she were to
attempt it. She was helpless to do anything except lie here in
her husband's brother's arms and listen in torment while those two
on the bed made love in the most disgusting way possible.
She looked away as long as she could, but another shrill,
mournful cry drew her attention back to the bed.
Florence had lifted her skirt to her waist and crawled up
over the big man's body. She'd already pulled off her panties, or
maybe she wasn't even wearing any, and was straddling Gus, the
round whiteness of her naked well-shaped buttocks poised directly
over the hardness of his huge, rigidly-erect cock. As Ginny
looked up, Flo was reaching in back and guiding the enormous head
of his prick into her. Ginny didn't breathe as she saw the blood-
red tip of Gus's prick make contact with the moist, hungry lips of
Flo's cunt. She moved it back and forth in the wet slit for a few
moments, wetting it and parting the soft pubic hairs at the same
time, and then, with a loud sucking noise, her buttocks slithered
down the long shaft until they smacked hard down against his
loins.
Ginny's eyes were wide in mesmerized disbelief as she watched
Flo pump her soft, naked buttocks up and down on the thick,
rock-hard cock. She watched hypnotized as the throbbing penis
slid slowly up into the wet clasping flanges of Flo's pussy,
making a juicy sluicing noise as it entered. She ground her
buttocks all the way down until all Ginny could see were a few
tiny hairs around the hidden base of his immense organ protruding
from the tight moist lips around it. She knew she should scream
and put an end to this filthy, perverted madness, but she couldn't
... her eyes were glued to the incredible spectacle unfolding
right in front of her. She sat frozen as Flo began a slow
grinding up and down movement with her ass rising in the chill air
above the big Swede until the tip of his swollen prick was all
that remained between her hungrily nibbling pussy-lips. Then,
with a deep, throaty moan, she dropped heavily back down on him,
impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke.
She turned away again, embarrassed at the growing sensation
between her own tightly closed thighs, humiliated that something
like this could affect her this way. Arnie's hand slowly inched
along her leg, pushing her skirt up in its path, and she was
powerless to resist. Her mind cried out, No! No! Stop!, but her
body seemed unable to answer.
Arnie's creeping fingers reached the legband of her white
panties, and she felt a shiver of fright ... or maybe of
excitement rush over her like a cold breeze.
"No, Arnie, please," she whispered, afraid Flo and Gus would
hear. But Arnie had come too close to be turned away now. He
could feel the soft resilient pubic hairs curling out and was
within inches of that sweet young pussy of hers and nothing would
stop him now!
She gasped aloud as his fingers slipped under the taut
elastic leg band and made electric contact with the tender
softness of her warm, inviting slit. He wasted no time, and his
rigid index finger quickly parted the pubic curls and sought out
its mark and plunged abruptly into the taut, fleshy sheath of her
vagina. She tried clamping her bare thighs together, but the time
for such action had long passed.
"No, please..." she murmured, but her legs opened without
another moment's hesitation, and Arnie began to pull and yank her
tight panties down over her thighs. When they were free of her
long legs, his hand quickly rammed back up between her legs,
opening them, like a steel wedge. This time there was nothing in
his way, and his whole hand suddenly fastened over the moist
tenderness of her soft, fleshy folds, his middle finger probing
the tight confines of her moist warm tunnel. Her hips squirmed
and ground frantically, vainly trying to escape this sudden
invasion of her genitals, but it was no use, she was hopelessly
impaled on his finger like an insect skewered on a pin.
With one quick, strong movement, Arnie pushed her back onto
the furry rug beneath them, and his lips suddenly lowered to her
naked, vulnerable thighs. Again she was caught totally by
surprise, and that had been just what Arnie was counting on.
Spreading the ivory smoothness of her thighs, Arnie began to
kiss his way to the soft, hairy triangle at the base of her
smooth, white belly, nibbling tenderly at the sensitive flesh of
her upper leg, each gentle bite sending a fresh chill through her
confused, tormented body.
She opened her eyes just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse
of Flo and Gus, Flo's naked buttocks still pistoning savagely up
and down on the impaling log shoved between her fleshy, hair-
covered vaginal lips.
Ginny heard a metallic sound, and glanced up to see Arnie
squirm quickly out of his pants and undershorts, pushing them down
below his knees and kicking them aside.
An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as
Arnie's hand slid back between her legs and opened her thighs wide
to his cruel, hungry gaze.
He crawled up over her until he towered over her quivering
body like a giant, holding the menacing shaft of his thick, hard
prick between his two hands. He looked down at her, and with an
evil grin, pulled back the uncircumcised foreskin until the
swollen, bulbous head was exposed.
He leaned nearer, "You like that, honey? I'll bet that
squirt brother of mine never had anything like that to cream in
you," he continued to torment the horrified young girl, relishing
the contorted mask of fear that crossed over her face as her eyes
focused on his immense cock just over her head.
Ginny tried to speak, but couldn't. The words seemed to
catch in her throat, and she couldn't take her eyes away from his
hard, fleshy instrument for a second. It pained her to admit it,
even to herself, but Arnie was right, Fred's penis was large, but
nothing like this.
My God, it's so thick! How could any woman take that thing
inside her!?
It looked much bigger than the night she'd watched him make
love to Flo, but that had been from a distance, and most of the
time it had been buried deep between Flo's widespread legs.
"Please, don't ... Arnie, please," she whispered as the moans
and grunts from across the room grew louder and more frantic.
"Get that dress off you," ordered Arnie in a hoarse whisper.
"Let's see what you've been giving that baby brother of mine."
Ginny didn't move, paralyzed with fear as she realized what
he intended to do. He was going to ravish her--his own brother's
wife, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"I wasn't kidding," he said, louder and more menacing this
time. "Get that dress off now!"
Ginny was only dimly aware of Arnie's hands reaching behind
her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With a swift
downward jerk, he opened it all the way to the tops of her
buttocks. She felt the cold rush of air against her skin as he
pulled it from her shoulders and yanked it along her body, lifting
her as he pulled the garment off her. The snaps of her brassiere
were next, and she surprised even herself by offering no
resistance, and she heard him gasp as it came off and he tossed it
to the floor beside them. His eyes quickly fastened on the soft
white globes of her perfectly-formed breasts as they came into his
view.
There was nothing left; she lay naked before him like a young
excited Venus as he dropped again to his knees, panting like a
starved animal before her. She shivered as his wet lips kissed
the flat plane of her belly, then nibbled their way downward
toward the warmth between her naked thighs.
He knelt before her like the savage he was, licking his moist
lips in anticipation of the feast about to come. The soft pink
folds of her vagina were presented up to him like a gourmet
dinner. Ginny lay frozen to the thick, furry skin as she watched
him drooling at the sight of her helpless young nakedness.
With his hands flat against the insides of her quivering
thighs, Arnie spread the soft fleshy flanges of her vaginal cleft
with his thumbs. Then, with a slow torturing movement, he drew
the warm, ragged lips apart, exposing the moist pink slit to the
cruelness of his wanton gaze. He watched it greedily for a
moment, and then, with a groan like an animal, buried his head
between her thighs, probing with his long slippery tongue the warm
throbbing walls of her pussy.
She snapped viciously, a long, low soulful moan escaping from
her lips. Her buttocks ground down against the thick, furry skin
under her in a hopeless attempt to escape the maddening assault on
her most secret genitals.
"Oh, God ... Nooooo ... Nooooooo!" she whimpered before his
lust-crazed attack, watching down between her breasts in terrified
disbelief as this nightmare grew more and more incredible.
Frantically, he licked at her tender moist slit, his tongue
finding the hidden bud of her clitoris, and his lips fastening
tightly around the throbbing knob. She squirmed helplessly, but
he didn't ease his savage assault on her loins for an instant. He
sucked and nibbled on the tiny, pulsing nipple, rolling her
sensitive clitoris between his teeth, feeling her whole body
quiver beneath his touch.
She tried desperately to fight it, but the aching need in her
belly screamed for fulfillment, and soon she felt the tiny
shivering wisps of pleasure begin to ripple through her body.
Arnie stepped up the pace, his long tongue coursing over the pink,
fleshy folds of her pussy, then snaking between the soft lips into
the warm depths of her moist, throbbing sheath, licking hungrily
at the walls of her young tender pussy.
Oh, God, why did I ever come here ... why didn't I stay home
where I belonged and wait for Fred! Why did I come up here with
these awful, filthy people!?
Arnie could see that she was nearly his, a few seconds more
and he'd be able to do anything he wanted to this stuck-up little
bitch ... she'd be his slave, and would do anything to satisfy
him. And, oh, how he wanted to burrow his aching rod between
those sweet, innocent pussy-lips of hers, how he would shove his
thick, hot cock right up into her sweet belly! She'd be begging
him for it any minute now ... and by God, he was going to give it
to her like she'd never had it before!
He pushed her legs up and back and wormed his tongue down the
narrow crevice of her buttocks until he found the tightly-puckered
ring of her anus, and poked his tongue against the taut opening
with a lizard-like movement, flicking the tip against the tight
forbidden hole nestled just below her cunt.
The unexpected burning contact brought a moan of tortured
anguish from her half-parted lips. She clenched her eyes tightly
shut, her teeth bared slightly from the agonizing sensations
rippling out of control through her quivering body.
"Oooooh, God, no ... please, not there ..." She squirmed
desperately to escape the hot flicking tongue probing without
mercy at her anus. Arnie's reply was a coarse, evil chuckle and
another searing stab into the tight fleshy ring.
Ginny sobbed helplessly before this new attack, and now it
didn't matter who heard her. But suddenly, in spite of gnawing
revulsion and humiliation she felt her body begin to desert her,
to lose control. Her buttocks began to jerk back against Arnie's
probing tongue involuntarily, sending spasms of helpless ecstasy
rippling through her raw nerves.
She knew she could stand it no longer, but she fought it with
every ounce of her very being. It was no use; after a long
tortured struggle in her twisted and confused mind--there was
nothing left ... she was totally his!
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically
and began a slow abandoned grinding up against his thrusting
tongue.
She reached down and gripped his hair with her fingers and
with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest, pulled his
lips tight against her naked loins. Forgotten were all thoughts
of Flo and Gus still caught in their own lovemaking just a few
feet away, forgotten were all thoughts of Fred halfway around the
world in a foreign land, forgotten was all the humiliation ... all
the degradation. All that mattered now were the incredibly
delicious waves of pleasure coursing over her in a million
prickling points, like needles of fire piercing her tortured
flesh.
Arnie sensed her sudden, unconditional surrender and with a
vicious smirk, thrust his thick wet tongue deep into the quivering
warm sheath of her vagina. He could feel the soft silky pubic
hairs brushing against his face as he burrowed between her smooth
yielding thighs, her buttocks grinding in a slow, erotic rhythm up
against his face.
She was his now, there was no question about it, and he
watched excitedly as she squirmed before him, her eyes tightly
clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
It wouldn't be long now, he sensed with anticipation, before
he rammed his aching, hard cock home into that little belly of
hers and emptied his burning eager sperm all the way up into her
tight, hungry pussy. By God, she wasn't too good to fuck him
anymore. Now she was just another hot little cunt begging to be
fucked by any man with a cock ... begging for anybody to fill her
eager young pussy with a stiff cock.
Well, he grinned, this is one time she'll get her wish ...
and oh, how she'll get it!
Chapter 11
Ginny squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of
Arnie's flicking tongue until the pounding of her heart seemed
about to burst through her chest. Her head was raised up from the
animal skin looking down between her raised thighs and watching
his contorted face, her hands locked tightly behind his head
pulling the pleasure-giving lash of his tongue deeper and deeper
into her. It seemed as though this delicious sucking of her
quivering vagina would go on endlessly, when suddenly Arnie pulled
his head from her tight restraining grip and rose to his knees
between her opened thighs.
She closed her eyes tight to shut out the humiliation of
having him stare down at her stripped naked under his gaze,
totally defenseless at his feet.
"Now, we're gonna do the real thing, baby. But better than
you've ever had it before."
Ginny didn't move, her thighs open wide, her breasts heaving
as she fought for breath. Her belly quivered as though his hard
cock were already deep inside her.
"Spread those legs wide, honey ... I'm coming in!"
Quivering with a strange mixture of fear and anticipation,
Ginny opened her thighs as wide as they could go. She looked to
the bed for Flo and Gus, but she couldn't see them. But that
didn't matter to her any longer ... this was all that counted.
Her fleshy vaginal lips seemed to be nibbling with insatiable
hunger, puckered eagerly, awaiting his thick cock to spread them
wide with delicious pain.
Arnie leaned over her, resting his hand on the floor behind
her head, and with his other hand, brought his hard, throbbing
cock up between her parted thighs to the warm, hungrily clasping
lips of her cunt. Using the swelling, blood-filled head to part
the fleshy folds, he inched his loins forward until the throbbing
tip was pressed against the moist opening. Ginny turned her head
to one side, closing her eyes with a shuddering chill as she felt
the immense organ make warm, wet contact with the ragged,
sensitive edges of her moist pussy. She held her breath for an
eternity, lying perfectly still, waiting for the agonizing pain of
his cock driving home in her burning belly.
"Oooooooh," she gasped as she felt the pressure against the
tight fleshy sheath increase, slowly parting the pubic curls and
spreading the taut elastic lips.
"Oh, God ... Aaaaaaggghhh," she choked as the tip slipped
through, painfully stretching the tight rubbery opening until
Ginny felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the
relentless pressure.
Arnie held back as long as he could, an evil leering grin
across his face as he looked down at the helpless, innocent young
wife of his brother sprawled beneath him, while the throbbing head
of his cock disappeared into the dark curly hair of her pussy.
God, it was more than he could stand. He had to fuck her ...
he had to fuck her now!
He fell forward with a slap as their naked bodies smacked
together, her soft breasts smashed beneath his weight. He thrust
his hips forward as he fell, and his long, thick cock slammed into
her cunt like a loaded truck, pushing the soft, pliable walls in
rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until his
balls slapped heavily into the upturned crevice of her buttocks,
and his pelvis ground tight against her naked, vulnerable loins.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she screamed beneath him. Never
before had she been so completely filled, and his cock felt as if
it would rip her in half at any second.
He lay still for a moment, his face over hers.
Neither made a sound for a long while and then Ginny felt the
unmistakable throb of his swelling cock, buried deep in her belly.
It jerked up another half inch as Arnie flexed it inside her.
"Oooooowwww ... you're hurting me," she grunted breathlessly,
her face contorting from the deeper, sharper pain.
"I told ya I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours wide,
honey," he sneered above her, flexing again.
"Aaaagggghhhh," she groaned deeper this time, the blood
vessels in her neck standing out from the agonizing pressure of
her resistance.
"Like it, baby?" he grinned.
She didn't answer.
"I said ... Like it baby?" He gave a quick lunge with his
hips, burying his swollen organ a little further in her tightly
clasping sheath.
"Ooooooo, yes ... yes," she cried, terrified to say anything
to offend him.
"Beg me, then," he hissed between clenched teeth.
Ginny squirmed from the searing pain. "No ... No, I can't."
She knew she must escape this final humiliation, if she didn't,
there was nothing left, no self-respect, no pride, no fidelity
left to her darling Fred. She couldn't let him have the lewd
satisfaction of hearing her beg for it like some slut off the
streets.
He throbbed deeper, and she gritted her teeth to stifle the
pain.
"Beg me, bitch! Beg me!"
"Ooooooh, yes," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the
burning pain and the helplessness of her plight. "Do it to me ...
do it to me."
"Not like that," he growled. "Say fuck me!"
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. Her humiliation and
degradation were now complete. She would never be the same again.
She had allowed herself to lose control, to surrender all the
things she thought were right, and with this man, of all the men
on earth ... her husband's brother!
Ginny's body began to react involuntarily. There was no
longer any reason to hold back, to fight the lewd ravages of
passion coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle and
nothing could save her now.
She felt the burning flames of desire grow hotter and hotter
as Arnie began to mercilessly skewer into her, slithering his
thick, heavy cock into her hungrily nibbling vagina in a slow
erotic rhythm that soon caught her up.
Arnie remembered the first time he'd seen her, how he wanted
even then to get in her tight little pants! Well, now he'd show
her! Now was his chance!
Her legs suddenly snaked out and locked around him as he
stepped up the deep, plundering thrusts, burrowing to the hilt in
her innocent young vaginal passage.
Arnie slaved over her, moving suddenly into longer smooth
strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her tautly
clasping sheath on the backstroke and then thrusting forward up
into her uplifted buttocks until he could hear the loud, wet slap
of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus.
He reached down around the smooth, undulating cheeks of her
ass and fondled and played with the soft, contracting lips of her
pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned
passion and at the same time he could feel the ever-widening
passage of her vagina flowering in its greedy desire to suck in
all of his hard, throbbing prick.
He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she
squirmed and thrashed beneath him. Her sharp nails dug painfully
into his back as a soft, soul-stirring moan began to come from her
half-parted lips.
He knew she was almost there, and he clenched his buttocks
together tightly in an effort to hold back the seething flood of
sperm boiling in his loins. Her gasping moan became a continuous
cry, a long, mournful pleading for fulfillment coming straight
from her belly.
"Oh, God, I'm going to cum ... I'm going to cum!" She began
to thrash wildly, her legs flailing in every direction out beside
their entwined bodies, her hips grinding savagely up to meet his
deep plunges halfway. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Her hands reached under him, grabbing frantically for his
balls, and the dam suddenly burst. Arnie could hold back the
scorching flood no longer, his cock bucked and snapped as the hot,
white load of semen raced along the shaft of his organ and spurted
in rapid-fire bursts from the throbbing tip deep into the aching
depths of her belly.
"Oh, no ... not now ... Don't stop now, please! Just a
little more! I'm almost there! Please!"
But it was no use, Arnie's cock slipped uselessly, limp and
deflated, from her still-hungry sheath, leaving her writhing
helplessly on the furry rug. "Oh, God, please ... help me
somebody ... please!"
Ginny opened her eyes for the first time since Arnie had
entered her, and found the towering Swede standing over her with
Florence at his side. In her state, not even her nakedness
mattered, only the insatiable thirst between her thighs.
"Don't worry about a thing," said Gus, picking her up like
she was a bag of flour and dropping her on the bed before she
realized what was happening.
She opened her mouth to protest, but Gus's long, hard cock
answered her every request, rippling down deep into her
agonizingly hot belly, quenching the flames that had ravaged her.
"Oh God, yes ... yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she begged,
her body a writhing, teem-ing mass of quivering nerves.
Flo and Arnie had knelt on the edge of the bed, eagerly
watching as the big Swede an-swered her burning needs. "That's it,
Gus! Fuck her! Split her tight little ass open!" shouted Flo.
"Fuck the snooty little number real good for me, baby!"
Chapter 12
The door to the bedroom was tightly closed, and Arnie, Gus
and Flo had helped themselves to another round of doubles, still
wound-up from the excitement of what had taken place in the
bedroom.
"You sure threw the meat to her, Gus," said Flo, a drink in
her hand. "I thought you'd come out her mouth."
"Yeah," he laughed. "She was quite a little number. I hope
she's planning to stay a long time. I could get used to having
her around."
Flo slugged him playfully on the shoulder. "Let's not have
any more talk like that. You've got more than you can handle
right here ... and so do you, Arnie." He didn't answer, but sat
staring into space. "What's up, Arnie honey? You've got
something on that evil mind of yours. I can always tell."
Still no sign of recognition from Arnie.
"What is it, Arnie? Come on, you can tell us," she
persisted.
Slowly, Arnie looked up from his drink, a smile of
anticipation easing across his face. "I think I've got an idea,"
he said, "One that'll teach little Miss Ginny a real lesson or
two. We'll have no more problems with her if this works."
Flo and Gus were all ears. "Well, come on and tell us before
we burst from curiosity," implored Flo.
Arnie shook his head inscrutably. "Just wait and see ...
wait and see."
* * *
Ginny was just beginning to stir when the door opened, her
mind still bruised from the tremendous psychic beating she had
endured, and her tender passage throbbing with pain from the two
men. She staggered uneasily to her feet as Arnie entered the
room.
She opened her mouth to speak, but his hand rammed roughly
between her thighs quieted her instantly.
Oh, my God, what more could he want of me? What more?
Arnie pushed her back onto the fur skins without a word of
explanation.
"What is it ... what do you want now?" she asked tearfully.
He handed her the stiff drink he'd carried in his other hand,
"Here ... you'll feel a lot better."
Ginny gulped it down like it was lemonade, oblivious of the
burning flow as it coursed down her throat, mindful only of the
soothing, mind-blotting escape it would bring. It didn't take
long, coupled with the others she'd consumed already tonight, and
within minutes, Ginny's head was pleasantly spinning, taking her
miles and miles away from the frightening reality confronting her.
This time she offered no objections at all as Arnie's lips
met hers, his hand caressing the softness of her inner thigh. Her
legs parted obediently, and she felt his manhood stiffen and slip
between the stretched fleshy lips of her quivering pussy.
Strangely, the smoldering coals of desire were quickly fanned, and
as his thick, rutting cock burrowed deep in her moist, clasping
sheath, she found herself grinding back at his loins with slowly
increasing rhythm.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned as his hips began to rock back and
forth, sawing his huge cock in and out of her tender, soft tunnel.
Had her eyes been open, she might have seen two pairs of eyes
peering down at her nakedness from the loft above. Quietly, Flo
and Gus had taken their positions perched like birds high over the
delightfully enticing spectacle below. Both of them were still
nude, and it didn't take long for Gus's stiffening rod to catch
Flo's ever-eager eye. She was on it in a flash, caressing the
long, hard spear delicately, her fingers fondling his leathery
testicles as they dangled between his open legs. They were
sitting on a pile of deerskin and empty luggage Arnie had long ago
stored in the tiny loft that extended over both the bedrooms. It
had proven to be the ideal place for storing odds and ends, and
now, the perfect vantage point for anything going on in the
bedroom below.
Arnie's throbbing, lust-inflated cock was slithering wetly in
and out of Ginny's clasping, fleshy sheath faster and faster,
every deep thrust taking him right up to the hilt.
"Ooooooh ... yes, yes ... oooooooohhhh," she moaned, grinding
her naked crotch up to meet his deep, satisfying thrusts, her
buttocks grinding slowly in tight, concentric circles.
Suddenly, Arnie gripped her tightly around the small of her
bare back, and flipped her over on top of him, rolling over so
that he was on the bottom with her naked thighs straddling his
hips. It surprised her for a moment, but she quickly regained the
delicious, lustful tempo from her new position, his cock now
ramming straight up into her belly as she squatted over him. Her
buttocks ground upward, squirming unguardedly in the chill air,
when Arnie made a whistling sound with his pursed lips, and Ginny
heard the door creak open behind her. She turned over one
shoulder to see if Flo or Gus had come to watch her final
debasement ...
Oh, my God, no! No!
The shattering realization of what Arnie had planned for her
tore into her like a hundred pounds of dynamite, and she screamed
helplessly, pounding Arnie's face and chest with her tiny clenched
fists. "Let me go! Let me go you animal! I'll scream!"
"Go ahead and scream, bitch," he sneered, "see what it gets
you. Novlik has his sights on something he wants, and if I were
you, I wouldn't make any sudden moves."
She was trembling with fear, beads of cold sweat streaming
down her back.
Oh, no, this can't be happening ... This can't be real!
Her trembling buttocks were completely exposed and
vulnerable, waving like a red flag before a bull as she squirmed
to get away from Arnie's tight grip on her wrists.
The huge dog walked over to his prey, and sniffed her
upturned buttocks knowingly, licking the familiar crevice he'd
already lapped to orgasm once already.
"See, he likes you. Why don't you be a nice girl and give
the dog what he wants." Arnie punctuated his request with a sharp
upward thrust of his pelvis, pounding his stiff, thick cock into
her belly brutally. She grimaced from the sudden pain.
"No! I won't! I won't!" she screamed as Flo and Gus peered
down in wide-eyed and excited disbelief from their perch above.
Suddenly, Novlik growled viciously, his cold, wet nose
touched lewdly to Ginny's quivering buttocks. She froze
instantly, petrified at the prospect of what the enormous dog
could do to her if he wanted to.
"Looks like Novlik just wants a taste of that tight little
pussy of yours," said Arnie with a sinister grin.
He pulled the hapless young girl forward, crushing her
breasts against his bare chest, shoving her naked buttocks up even
higher, more vulnerable, more exposed to the vicious animal's nose
and tongue.
His own cock hardened painfully inside her tight elastic
vaginal sheath as he watched the animal mounting the spread half-
moons of Ginny's soft buttocks, paws strongly around her waist as
if she were just another dog. He could see the glistening,
crimson penis slipping from its furry sheath, dripping wetly while
the tapered point snapped and jerked in the warm moist slit of her
buttocks. The massive beast quivered and adjusted his
hindquarters, positioning himself to bury the pink, lean tip and
the thickened shaft in her trembling body.
Ginny looked back, eyes wide with fear, as Arnie resumed the
pistoning in-and-out movements of his loins, pushing the bulbous
tip of his aching-hard cock right up to her belly with every
heaving plunge.
To Flo and Gus, watching eagerly from above, she was like a
bitch in heat as her buttocks seemed to reach out for the animal's
stiffening maleness. Suddenly the huge dog lurched forward, and
no one breathed as the tapered, coral-hued organ shot right into
the exposed little anal hole with a vicious stab, disappearing
right up her unprotected rectum almost to his black dangling
balls.
"Oh, God ... Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Ginny screamed in pain, and
with a twisting, squirming snap tried to dislodge the impaling
animal prick out of her invaded rectum, but it was hopeless; she
was sandwiched helplessly between the two of them, impaled on two
painfully throbbing male organs at once!
Arnie's cock felt as if it would explode, so great was his
lust as he felt the animal's cock just a few fractions of an inch
from his own. He could actually feel it pumping in and out of her
rectum, just on the other side of the thin, fleshy membrane that
separated them!
God, it was unbelievable!
Novlik's furry forepaws clutched her hips savagely as he
began to rock back and forth, burying his scarlet, tapered prick
every time deep in her bowels.
"Goddamn!" gasped Flo to her fellow spectator, "It's going
right up her ass!" They nearly fell from the loft as they
scrambled for better vantage points, not wanting to miss the
chance of a lifetime. This show was too good to miss!
"That's it, Novlik ... fuck her good," ordered Arnie, bucking
his hard, thick rod viciously up into her from underneath.
Ginny was whirling in an unbelievable spin of unbearable
pain, and indescribable pleasure at once. At first, the savage
invasion had nearly killed her with the excruciating agony of the
pointed shaft bursting into her rectum, coupled with the
relentless pounding of her brother-in-law's hard, thick penis from
below. It felt as if her whole insides were filled to overflowing
with the two massive organs.
Novlik's tapered shaft bored all the way up into her rectum,
pushing inside the rubbery, resistant flesh of her anal passage
until he had ground it as far as it would go into the warm,
constricting depths of her anus. As he continued his savage
pistoning, she could feel his furry animal balls swing hard down
against the fleshy ridges of her tightly stretched vagina. Arnie,
too, could feel the massive animal's testicles slapping against
his own as they jointly ravaged the hapless girl, pinned
helplessly between them as they sawed into her.
She was impaled to the hilt on his sodomizing animal cock,
yet she was suddenly reveling in this incredibly lascivious
assault on both her treasured orifices.
She gasped a quick moan from her half-opened lips and began
to rock backwards as best she could to meet Novlik's strong,
muscular thrusts. Every inch she moved brought new chills of
pleasure-pain from her stretched vaginal passage, as Arnie heaved
his heavy thick cock into her with renewed vigor.
Novlik's forelegs clung to her hips like powerful furry arms,
and she began to slowly undulate her quivering body, rotating her
jutting buttocks in lewd, grinding circles, abandoning herself to
the incredible ecstasy of being fucked by this mammoth animal and
by her brother-in-law both at once! She wished she could see this
spectacle, wished there was some way she could step out of her own
body and watch as the two of them buried their cocks deep in her
belly, sawing into her in the most primitive of unions. Her
breasts swung freely beneath her as she hunched far forward over
Arnie stretched beneath her ... swung in perfect cadence with the
two ravishing, plundering pricks that were growing ... ever
growing inside her. She could visualize the two pricks rubbing
together somewhere deep in her belly, joining together to slide
deeper and deeper into the very depths of her insides, spurting
their hot, sticky loads together in one mutual stream, animal and
man mingled as one in her quivering belly.
Suddenly, the raging inferno in her loins seemed to burst
free, out of control.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, God,
both of you fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Ginny ground her ass savagely
against the two pricks stretching both her ravaged back passages.
"Oooohh ... yes... Yes! That's it! Fill my belly with your sweet
cum! Fill me! Fill me!"
With wild passion, Ginny was more animal than human, a
writhing, sweating mass of deranged lust-crazed flesh that wanted
to be abused ... to be subjugated ruthlessly. She was reveling in
the humiliation of being sodomized by this savage brute, while
Arnie pounded his man-cock into her hungry pussy from below, and
she ground her buttocks alternately against the two of them, her
body bucking like the bitch in heat she'd become.
She shivered as chilling little rivulets of sweat poured down
the wide-spread crevice of her ass and dripped from the trembling
insides of her thighs. The fast-rising pressure welling in her
belly signaled that her orgasm was close to bursting inside her.
Flo and Gus were nearly insane with the vicarious wantonness
of watching this helpless girl go mad with lust, her head tossing
wildly from side to side, her hair flailing the air behind her.
They could see she was in the first throes of her orgasm, and they
gaped with amazement as she screwed her buttocks back lasciviously
against the dog like a rutting bitch. The mammoth animal's long
tongue dangled wetly from his mouth as he fucked into the wildly
waving ass from behind. Arnie fought to hold back the agonizing
flood of hot sperm in his balls, eager to hold out till the last
precious second, lingering on every single moment of this
incredible female debasement. Ginny screamed, loudly, and rammed
back against the animal madly, just as he jerked forward and his
scarlet cock began spurting its sperm in hard jetlike squirts deep
in her clasping rectum.
The sight of the thumping animal emptying its hot, scalding
sperm in the girl's rectum, spurting past his own cock somewhere
deep inside her, was all it took for Arnie. With a deep groan of
pleasure, he pumped his load into her from underneath, spurting it
into her belly in hot sticky blasts that trickled back down the
shaft of his long cock and oozed down the crevice between his
legs, over his emptying balls.
Suddenly, Ginny's white rounded ass-cheeks began contracting
and quivering uncontrollably, indicating the delicious orgiastic
explosion deep in her own quivering belly, and thick white liquid
oozed from her cunt, mingling with Arnie's spent load in an
obscene trickling down his rapidly deflating rod, while her well-
plundered little anus squeezed and milked the dog's prick, thin
rivulets of the viscous liquid running down the ivory columns of
her smooth inner thighs. Her backside was soaked, and it
glistened in the dim light, displaying matted pubic hair and open
pink flesh as she pitched forward on top of Arnie, exhausted, and
the limp cock of the huge dog slipped with a wet, sluicing noise
from her ravaged back passage.
Novlik stepped over her legs and stood proudly over her, like
a buck over its mate, while Arnie and Ginny, lying smashed to-
gether like two halves of a sandwich, gasped to regain their
breath.
Chapter 13
Two weeks had passed since that night, and a lot of changes
were beginning to make themselves known around the Dennison
household. Scarcely a night had passed without Flo and Arnie and
Gus and Ginny recreating some of the incredible diversions that
decisive night had offered. Gus had practically moved in now,
taking most of the meals with the rest of them, and he and Arnie
shared the two girls, alternating between one bedroom and the
other.
Ginny had started to write this letter a dozen times, and
this time she knew she had to finish it.
Dear Fred,
Things are absolutely wonderful here with Arnie and Flo. A
couple of better relatives you couldn't ask for. We've had some
great times together, and they've asked me to stay on here
permanently. That is, if it's okay with you. You can join us
here when your tour is over. I'll write more when we've worked
out the details,
Love,
Ginny
There, that's over, and it wasn't so bad after all. Anyway,
why should I try to explain the way things are here in a letter.
There'll be plenty of time for that when he comes. And if I can't
make him see the light, I know Flo has a few tricks that should do
the job nicely.
Ginny stamped the envelope and sealed it and opened the door
to walk to the post office. As was normal now, her ever-constant
companion was by her side before she could leave the porch.
He rubbed his big, furry head against her bare leg as she
walked in the summer heat, nuzzling her as a low whine slipped
from his mouth.
"Good boy, Novlik! Good boy ... We've got quite a night
planned for you, big fella! ... Gus is bringing a young Eskimo
girl from Yellowknife over ... and who knows, maybe if you're real
good ... there just might be a big surprise for you!"
The End
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