Carol was in the best mood she had known for days as she leaned back into the car to pick up the sack of groceries. There was really no reason to be in a cheerful mood; the unwholesome situation in which she and Kit lived had not changed. But Jack had been out of town on a business trip since the day after the dildo episode, and Kit was showing signs of seeing the light. The lack of actual participation somehow dulled the edges of her resentment…
Until she saw the dog, still tied in one side of the carport. Big and friendly, he was nevertheless a vivid reminder of Jack's perversion. Through sheer good fortune, circumstances had been such that they had not yet been used by the dog in his official capacity. But Jack had given specific instructions that he was not to be returned to the kennel…
In spite of her feelings Carol checked the dog's water bowl and reached down to pat his head as she passed. The dog was a likable one, and whatever the outcome he was not to blame. But she got a funny feeling as he licked the palm of her hand – would she eventually feel that rough but soft tongue in a more intimate place? "Okay, boy, that's enough. I like you, too, but…" Carol shuddered a little as she moved away from the dog. Her eyes automatically went underneath his body to his fully sheathed penis. Damn, it was probably a big one… Carol's mood was considerably more somber as she turned and left the carport.
And Kit's expression did nothing to dispel Carol's growing gloom as she entered the kitchen. "Hi, honey. Boy, this sack is heavy. But then it ought to be, as high as groceries are now."
She put the sack on the kitchen cabinet and turned toward Kit, who sat at the table in the little recessed breakfast nook. Carol was surprised to see three beer cans on the table. "Say, child, that's a lot of beer, for you. Trying to go the alcoholic route?"
Kit turned grim eyes up to her mother. "I'd like to. I'd be drinking whiskey, except we're out of it. That's something else we have to do – lay in a supply of liquor."
Carol stared at her daughter, well aware now that something was wrong. She stood with one hand still on the sack of groceries. "Alright Kit, what is it? Something's got you bugged…"
Kit took a sip of beer before she replied, then looked up at the standing woman. "I'm more than just bugged, Mom. Jack's back; he called from the office. He… Mom, he's got a party on for tonight. Here, with us. What I mean is, we're to entertain the guests he brings home. Men – customers, I guess." The obviously distressed girl paused. "Mom – it's to be a fuck party. We'll have to let the men fuck us, just like we were whores hired to take care of his customers for the evening. The bastard – making his family fuck so he can sell some more barroom fixtures. I hope his damn plumbing business goes to hell…"
Carol was surprised but not shocked by the news; she had half expected a development of this nature. She abandoned the groceries and slipped into a seat opposite Kit. "Baby, are you sure about all this? Did Jack come right out and say…"
"That we have to fuck his customers? No, he didn't – I think they were in the office when he called. But there's no mistake. He… he even said to be sure that the dog is well fed…"
Carol sighed. "Well, I guess that's clear enough. Apparently we're to finally have the pleasure of being fucked by a dog – and with an audience. That ought to sell some plumbing supplies." She paused, suddenly bone weary, then slowly got to her feet. "Well, I can see without asking that you're still not ready to get out of all this. If we've got to do it, I'm going to go take a long, hot bath. Maybe I'll fall asleep in the tub and drown. No, hell – I'm too mad to go to sleep. Damn…" Carol turned to leave the kitchen. "Put the groceries up, Kit. There's some steak and milk that need to go in the refrigerator."
Kit looked at her mother. "Okay, I'll take care of it. Mom… Mom, you're not mad at me are you? Oh, I know how you must feel – it seems stupid to you for me to stay on with Jack and take all this. I… I have been thinking quite a bit lately about leaving – ever since he made us use the dildos. But somehow I just can't quite do it… yet."
Carol's face softened as she looked at her distressed daughter. "Okay, honey. You can call the shots; after all it's your marriage. But I think it's a losing battle. Well, me for the tub. Maybe you ought to order the liquor while we're thinking about it…"
The atmosphere was just a little strained; Kit knew as she looked at the girls that they had had sex with her husband. Well, that was a small thing, by his standards…
"I… I'm sorry. Didn't mean to just leave you standing there. Come on in. Jack's not with you?"
The lush brunette smiled. "He's out picking up the men. Seems they're staying at three different motels, for some reason. I'm your husband's secretary, and this is Jean Simpson. She's been with the company about a month."
The pretty young girl smiled. "I'm glad to know you, Mrs. Ames. I wasn't really sure that we'd ever meet."
Kit studied the young blonde. She was sure that this was the girl Jack had mentioned hiring for public relations' purposes. Well, hell – he had apparently married largely for the same purpose…
Kit waved a hand toward the empty living room. "Sit down. My mother will be in in a minute. I… she'll be in on the party with us, as I suppose you know. Want something to drink?"
The brunette shook her head. "Not yet. I imagine there will be all the liquor we can handle a little later."
The little blonde giggled. "Nothing for me. My mother says I'm too young to drink, and I think she's right. But she hasn't said anything about fucking and smoking pot so I guess that's all right…"
Kit looked sharply at the girl. Her lewd language made it clear that she was well aware of the evening's basic purpose. Suddenly Kit felt a desire for as much information as she could get. Jack's secretary had known him a lot longer than Kit had, and probably even more intimately…
Kit sat down on the couch by the pretty brunette. Her eyes went briefly over the girl's full figure; it was the voluptuous type that Jack preferred. Then she looked up into the girl's cool eyes. "Nancy… I wonder… well, I wonder if you could tell me a little about this part of Jack's business. This is all new to me. These parties for his customers, I mean. Have you… well, have you been in on them before?"
The girl's smile was thin, but her tone seemed friendly. "Oh yes, a good many times. And Jean has entertained several times; in fact this is her principal duty."
Kit felt foolish as she flushed slightly. "Well, what I'm really getting at, I guess, is what these affairs are really like. I mean, what goes on exactly?"
Nancy looked steadily at the young wife as she felt a curious mixture of sympathy and contempt. She knew that Kit really knew the score; that she was merely grasping at straws. But Nancy also knew that Kit had not understood the situation when she married Jack, and it was a pretty rough thing for a young bride to be subjected to… "Mrs. Ames – Kit – I think you really know. We are here strictly for the pleasure of the men. To put it bluntly, so that they can fuck us. Or whatever they want to do; usually fucking is a fairly small part of it. For instance Jack tells me that he has a dog for tonight. I've never been quite sure why, but men seem to get a big bang out of seeing a girl fucked by a dog. I don't like it – I'm always afraid the dog will get hung up in my cunt like they do sometimes when they screw a bitch. Dog type bitch, that is. But so far it hasn't happened to me. Of course I haven't actually taken on a dog but just a few times. And I have to admit that they usually give me a good come…"
Kit felt a little sick; her desire for information had evaporated. "I… I see. Well, if you two won't have anything I think I'll have quick one. I feel like I'm going to need it…"
"Hey – that stuff ready?"
The voice in the kitchen door made Carol look up as she put the finishing touches on a tray of sandwiches. "It's ready, Jack. Jack… come in a minute and close the door. Please."
Her son-in-law frowned slightly but did as she asked. "What is it, Carol? I need to get back out there – you do too. It's been a little slow so far. We got to get a little life in this thing…"
Carol faced this man whom she had come to despise. "Jack – what exactly do you want us to do? Kit, I mean. Can't you go easy on her? After all, she is your wife. And you've got three other women…"
The man shook his head impatiently. "Oh hell, Carol, don't start this crap. The fact that Kit's my wife adds a lot of spice for a couple of those bastards out there. They've wanted to try wife swapping and haven't had the nerve, and they're thinking that at least they're gonna get to fuck somebody's wife. Hell, Kit'll be okay. Don't worry about it. Come on – let's get those sandwiches out there. Two or three of them didn't have any dinner, and it's hell to fuck on an empty stomach…"
Kit's walk was a little unsteady as she carried the two martini glasses. She had already had more to drink than she usually allowed herself in an entire evening. She just felt that she was going to need it although, so far, the party had been surprisingly mild…
"Here, Kit. You're about to pass me up. Don't do that."
The young wife turned and stared at the paunchy man on the couch. He was right – he was the one she had volunteered to get a drink for…
"Oh, sorry, Mr… Mr…"
"Henry, honey, call me Henry. Here, sit down by me. You look a little wobbly. Let me have the glasses."
Kit sided in relief as she slumped down beside the smiling man. She saw his eyes go to her legs as the short skirt of her micro sheath went high on her lush thighs… probably over the tops of her stockings, but she was too woozy to care. She quivered slightly as she felt one of his hands on her leg…
"Kit, honey – you're the sexiest little thing I've seen in a long time. When the fucking starts I want your cunt first – okay?"
The bluntness of his proposal sobered the pretty young blonde slightly, but only for a moment. She smiled at him. He was a nice man – why shouldn't he fuck her first? "Okay, Mr. Henry, if you want to. I guess it's alright for you fuck me first. Say, maybe you shouldn't fuck me at all. Don't you have a wife?"
The man chuckled. "Sure do, honey, but that don't make no difference. You got a husband, too, don't you? He's the one told me how good your cunt is. You know, maybe I ought to check it out a little…"
Before the befuddled girl recognized the man's intention he leaned toward her and ran a sweaty hand in between her soft thighs. The fingers traveled without difficulty up to the band of her panties as Kit spread her legs slightly in an automatic reflex to his touch. Then she reacted and clamped her thighs against his inquiring hand.
"Oh… No, you shouldn't! That's not nice… my husband is here – he'll see you. Please – take your hand away. You shouldn't touch me like that…"
The man looked up at her impatiently. He was willing to put up with a minimum amount of apparent reluctance, but any real objection from one of the girls would be intolerable. He went along with her for the moment. "Hell, Kit, you don't mind my hand. Let me finger fuck you a little – make you feel good. I know a finger ain't like a prick up your cunt, but…"
Kit's alcohol befuddled mind rebelled. Her reaction to the drinks she had consumed was opposite to the usual one; instead of loosening her morals it tended to destroy the careful rationalizations with which she meant to justify her part in the evening's lewd activities. "No – no, you shouldn't try to play with me like that. It's not right. My… my husband is right over there…"
The paunchy man's limited tolerance vanished. "You damn right he's there. He's the one bragged about what good pussy you are." He turned toward Jack, who stood with Nancy in a small group at the bar. "Hey, Jack – comm'ere. Thought your wife was good cunt. Hell, she don't even wanna finger fuck. What the hell?"
The man's loud complaint brought Kit to her senses. She realized that she had been uncooperative, despite her earlier decision to comply with Jack's wishes. It dawned on her for the first time that she was actually a little afraid of her husband…
"What's the problem, Henry? Kit not treating you right? She will, I'll guarantee it. Maybe she's had a little more to drink than she should." Jack turned to Kit. "You're gonna be nice to Henry, aren't you baby? You're damn right you are. You read me, Kit?"
Kit understood him clearly enough, and she recognized the implied threat in his tone. Damn, if she was going to cooperate it was stupid to cause trouble before she did it…
"Jack… yes, darling, I read you. I… Henry misunderstood me, I think. I'll do whatever he wants me to. I… I want to do it. Please, honey – I'll cooperate…"
Jack looked at his young wife closely. "I know you will, Kit." He paused and then smiled at the man seated by the pretty blonde girl. "She'll be okay, Henry. Drinks may have got to her for a minute; she's not used to much alcohol. Tell you what – we'll have her prove it to you. What would like to have her do? Anything you like…"
The man seemed to be appeased. The thought of having this lush young girl at his disposal quickly erased his displeasure. He stared down at her body and grinned. "Well now, Jack, I don't exactly know. Lots of things she could do, I guess. Hey – does she like to double fuck?"
Jack grinned. "At the moment she likes to do anything. What kind of a double fuck you have in mind?"
The man seemed eager now. "Well, maybe just a quick, stand-up deal here where everybody can see. Sandwich style – her in the middle between you and me. One of us in her cunt and the other in her asshole. How's that sound?"
Jack was not wildly enthusiastic about the proposal; it was not the way he had planned to start the activity. But, hell – it was as good a way as any. He could save the movies until later when everybody was trying to catch a second wind. Besides, there was no real alternative without risking the man's displeasure. And it happened that he was the most important customer in the group…
"Sure, Henry, why not? Sounds good to me. And I bet it does to Kit, too… right, darling?" The look in Jack's eyes as he turned to his wife made her range of choice clear.
"I… yes, Jack. Anything you say. I'll be glad to… accommodate Henry."
The man's good humor returned. He exploded with laughter at Kit's reply. "Hey, honey, you sure talk sweet. But I don't wanna accommodate, I wanna fuck. That mean the same thing, baby? Tell me if it does – tell me you want me to fuck you. Go on, baby – I wanna hear you say it."
Jack grinned down at his young wife as she sat before him on the couch. He welcomed her discomfort; it served her right for incurring the man's displeasure. And now that he thought of it, the man's proposal seemed more and more attractive. "Well, go on, Kit – tell the gentlemen that you want him to fuck you. Tell him how you'd like for him to do it."
Kit felt herself flush as she turned to the man at her side and forced herself to speak softly. "I… I do want you to fuck me. However you want to. If you want to double fuck me with my husband, I'll be glad…"
Jack cut her off. "Speak up, Kit, nobody can hear you." He paused as an idea struck him, then turned to the scattered group of people. "Hey, everybody – give me your attention. Everybody – please…"
He waited for a minute until the buzz of conversation died and the group turned to look at the trio at the couch. Jack was grinning as he held up a hand. "Come a little closer, if you will. My wife has something to say that I think you'll find interesting. That's it – come in a little closer. I had planned some movies to start the ball rolling, but I think my sweet little wife wants to do it instead." Jack looked down at the increasingly nervous young girl he had married. "Alright, darling – tell them about it. About what Henry proposed, and what you're going to do. Speak up so everybody can hear you. I know they'll be interested. Go ahead…"
Kit felt numb, but she knew that Jack would not tolerate less than full cooperation. But, God – how could he expect her to talk of such things before all these people? Then she moaned inwardly as it struck her that he wanted her not only to talk but also to perform in front of them. He wanted not only for her to serve as a whore, but to do it without the privacy in which a respectable whore plied her profession. But, as usual since this whole unholy mess began, she had no choice…
Kit drew a deep breath and faced the group, most of whom were now close to the couch and obviously eager for the act which would kick off the evening's fun. She made herself smile, and somehow she found it easier to talk than she had anticipated. "Well, I… I want Henry and Jack to – well, to double fuck me. I've never done it, but it ought to be wonderful for the girl. I think we're to do it standing up – me between them. I don't know who will take my cunt and who will have my asshole, but it doesn't really matter." Kit paused and looked up at her husband. "Is that alright, honey? Is that the way you want to do it?"
The man at her side answered before Jack could speak. "That's just right, baby. And I'm ready to fuck – right now. See what you done?" He took Kit's hand and pressed it in the crotch of his trousers, then humped his hips slightly under her hand in a lewd gesture that expressed his intentions graphically. And, to her surprise, Kit felt a certain warmth in her loins as her fingers tested the almost hard penis through the man's clothes. He seemed adequately equipped for the job he intended to do… damn, his penis was as big as Jack's. Kit's mind churned as it occurred to her that it would be better to have a smaller organ in her rectum…
But she had little time for such thoughts. Both men were now eager to begin, and the rest of the crowd was impatient for the start of the promised action. And, by no means least, Kit was herself ready, at least in the physical sense…
Jack seemed to take charge. He held out a hand to his pretty wife. "Stand up, honey, and get your clothes off. Time to fuck. Henry, let's you and me strip, too. You as ready as I am?"
The man beside Kit chuckled as he picked up his drink and finished it, then got to his feet. "More ready, I bet, Jack. You've had a lot of Kit's pussy before, but it's new stuff to me. Which side you want me to take?"
Jack laughed. "You're the guest here, Henry. Take your choice. You're welcome to my wife's cunt or her asshole, whichever you want. In fact you can have 'em both over the course of the evening…"
Both men were quickly undressing as they talked, but the eyes of the spectators saw only Kit's disrobing operation. The chore was a brief one; she wore no underclothes except her already moist bikini panties. That wispy material soon joined her sheath on one end of the couch, and she felt a stab of sensual excitement as she turned, nude except for garter belt and hose, to face the two naked men and the crowd behind them.
The crowd was impressed; they all seemed enthralled by Kit's young but mature body. At the edge of the group, Carol was surprised by the obvious power of her daughter's femininity over this fairly jaded bunch.
"Hey, look at them tits…"
"Tits, hell. Look at that cunt. Boy I bet that little thing's tight and juicy…"
Jack seemed proud of the impact his wife had on the assembly. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her gently so that she faced the people squarely, then shook her shoulders just enough to make the lush globes of her breasts quiver. He moved his hands down to the soft flesh and tweaked the already hard nipples…
"Jack… hey, ole buddy, I can't wait." Henry's voice reflected his anxiety. "These other jokers can get their rocks off in Kit later, if they want. Right now I got to fuck her. Jack, if it's okay with you I'll take her cunt and you can have her asshole. Think we're near enough the right height?"
The man's words focused Jack's attention on the act immediately at hand, and he found himself almost as aroused as the man who was about to sample Kit for the first time. The act they proposed was perverted enough to arouse Jack fully. He had become aware, in recent months, that his response to routine sex had tapered off noticeably, and that increasingly offbeat situations were necessary to arouse him fully. The development had been of some concern to him, but he had managed to keep sexually occupied in a variety of ways that partially masked the problem…
"Suits me, Henry. Okay Kit, right here. Face Henry – that's it. Now, let's see…" Jack backed off slightly to appraise the geometrical problem involved. The trouble with a lot of these three and four way deals was that they didn't work out in practice like they sounded in conversation, usually because the people involved just didn't fit properly. But in this case…
"Henry, we can make this work. You and me are about the same height and that's the important thing. Kit is too short for us, but we can fix that." He turned to the ring of spectators. "One of you jokers get me three or four thick books off the shelves over there. I knew having a library would be useful sooner or later…"
One of the men secured the necessary volumes and brought them to Jack. "Ought to do it. Thanks. Kit… stand on these and let's see what we got."
The young wife dutifully stepped up on the mound of books and again faced her anxious client. Her eyes automatically dropped to his loins to check the condition of his penis, and she was gratified to see that the brief delay had had no adverse effects.
"Okay, looks good. For me, anyway – how bout you, Henry? Is Kit's cunt about the right height for you to fuck?"
The man stared at the barely visible lips of Kit's vagina as they nestled beneath the somewhat inadequate protection of her blonde pubic curls. "I think so. But I'll damn sure find out… you ready, Jack?"
The man behind Kit nodded as he reached out and fondled her lush buttocks. "All set back here. Tell you what, Henry – I think I better get in her ass first. She's not used to it, and it's gonna hurt a little. She'll have to bend over while I put it in, then she can straighten up to take your prick."
The paunchy man in front of Kit nodded. "Okay, what ever you say. I'll check her tits out while she's bent over…"
Jack chuckled. "Good deal." He patted Kit's soft buttocks again as she stood before him on the books. "Okay, honey, time to bugger. You'll like this after you get used to it. Bend over and reach back and spread your ass for me…" He paused and looked around as Kit bent before him. "Carol…"
Carol had anticipated him. She appeared at Jack's side holding a jar of petroleum jelly. "Here, Jack. Use a lot of this; Kit'll need it."
Jack grinned as he reached for the jar, then he seemed to change his mind. "You do it, Carol. Put the stuff on my prick and up Kit's asshole."
The pretty woman did not bother to comment. She took a generous amount of the greasy substance on her fingers and brought them to his waving penis. She felt it throb in anticipation as she rubbed the lubricant on the hard shaft.
"Okay, honey – don't jack it off. I want to blow my first load up Kit's bottom. Put some in her ass if you're going to…"
Carol again hooked a finger into the jar and brought a glob of the substance out. She looked down at Kit, who was still bent forward with her hands spreading her buttocks. "Honey, I'm going to put some of this in you. It'll help a lot…" She brought her finger to the crease between her daughter's spread buttocks and to the small puckered opening of her anus. After a moment she felt Kit quiver as her finger invaded the tight little opening… She rubbed the lubricant into the tight channel with the thought that the entry of Jack's big penis would be difficult and probably very painful the first time…
But the situation took an unexpected turn. The man in front of Kit looked over her back at Jack. "Say, Jack… I think I'll take a rain check on this. I guess it seems funny, but instead of startin' like this I think I'd like to see the dog fuck Kit. I mean, I still want to fuck her, but I'm not really too hot on this standin' up bit. Okay with you if we have the dog screw her, then I do it?"
Jack looked at the man in surprise. Such a change was the very last thing that he wanted. At this point Jack wanted only to get his penis safely into Kit's enticing little anus, but Henry was the customer, and his wishes would have to prevail. Damn it, customer or not the bastard shouldn't have started this episode unless he intended to finish it…
But Jack made his smile and voice mask his real feelings. "Sure, Henry – anything you say. Want me to bring the dog in now or wait till later?"
The man grinned sheepishly – in a way that gave Jack an insight into the real problem. "Well, why don't we wait a little? Maybe it's a little early yet for the main act…"
"Sure, Henry. That's a good idea. Anytime you're ready to see the dog fuck Kit you holler…" Jack forced himself not to look at the other man's crotch; the real problem was that Henry had, for some reason, lost his erection. Damn, Jack thought, that poor bastard's in bad shape when he goes soft right before he fucks Kit…
"Easy boy… easy. There. How you like that pussy? I bet that's the prettiest you've ever had. You're a lucky dog, you know that?"
Kit looked over her belly between her raised and spread thighs at the dog near her feet. On the living room couch with the entire group crowded around, she was reluctantly prepared to provide the feature attraction of what had been a long evening. She had lost track of the men who had taken her, and of the various ways that they had done it. Only the numbing and welcome effects of alcohol had enabled her to endure the ordeal psychologically. Physically she had responded well enough. Too well, in fact – her uninhibited response was a source of increasing concern as her liquor clouded mind began to clear. And now this – the ultimate degradation.
Jack grinned down at his prone wife. "You're lucky, honey, the dog's hot as hell. He hasn't had a piece of ass since we've had him tied up in the carport. You're gonna get quite a fucking." He turned to the people crowded around both sides of the couch. They were all nude, and most of them had already engaged in multiple acts of sex. All but two of the men had taken Kit in one way or another in the past three hours, and the group as a whole had been about satiated. But the perverted nature of the act about to take place between a young girl and a dog had reawakened their interest…
"Want him to lick your cunt first, Kit? It ought to be so full of come that he'll have to get some of it out to have room to get his prick in. How about it – want the dog to lick your cunt?"
Kit threw one forearm over her eyes in a symbolic attempt to blot out the scene. To her dismay, her mind was clearing, and as the alcohol induced haze dissolved the full dimensions of her perversion and degradation began to be visible. And yet she had no choice – no way to avoid the monstrous act that her husband was forcing on her…
"I… I don't care. I guess he can if he wants to. Whatever you say…"
The spectators had more positive opinions. "Yeah, Jack, let him lick her first. I think I fucked Kit last; we'll see how he likes my come."
"Hell, Bill, you're crazy – you fucked Kit in her asshole. I was the last one in her cunt…"
Kit tried to shut out the vulgar comments as she waited for her canine lover. Damn, if only the alcohol effects hadn't worn off just when she needed them the most…
She forced herself to open her eyes and look at the brute between her legs. She already knew the dog; she had fed and petted him during his stay in their carport. But she had somehow never really been able to visualize him as a sex partner… until now.
And there was no longer much doubt about it. Kit stiffened as she felt the rough tongue make contact with the lips of her vagina. But the dog did not concentrate immediately on the center of her sex; instead he transferred his attentions temporarily to the soft and sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He licked the white skin thoroughly as Kit instinctively raised and spread her thighs farther to give the dog easier access to his goal.
He did not tarry long on the secondary areas; after he had both inner thighs glistening with the wetness of his tongue the dog again went to her vagina. He licked vertically up the closed lips, then, with an adroitness that could only have come from experience, penetrated and separated the soft lips with his knowing tongue.
In spite of herself Kit reacted to the perverted stimulation. She tried to muffle her little moans as she lay back flat and closed her eyes. Her legs went even farther apart and her knees came up close to her heaving breasts as she savored the animal's attention. Damn, a dog did know how to lick, how to use that long, soft tongue like no man possibly could…
"Look at him lick. Boy, she won't even want a man to eat her pussy after he gets through…"
"Hey, Nancy – you gettin' hot for some dog fucking. He'll probably have plenty left for the rest of you girls. Damn, look at his prick slide out…"
The ribald comments of the spectators reflected the reawakening of their desires as they watched the pretty young wife submit to the animal. And the women were affected as much as the men; even Carol, standing unobtrusively at the back of the group found herself unwillingly stimulated as she watched a dog make love to her daughter. The last remark made her attention focus on the dog's long red penis as it emerged from its hairy sheath. Carol's pulse raced as she looked at the shaft – how would a thing like that feel in a woman's vagina? For an instant she almost envied Kit…
And then Carol's participation in the act increased from the level of spectator to that of participant. She had not noticed that Jack had turned and was searching the group of people. "Carol – there you are. Come on up here, dear mother-in-law, and help your daughter get fucked. Come on up here…"
Carol found herself moving toward the couch. She was nude, as were all of the people, but she was so preoccupied that she was not conscious of the sensual bounce of her heavy breasts.
But at least one of the spectators noticed. "Hot damn – look at them boobs shake. Easy to see where Kit got her tits from. Hey, Jack – is Carol's cunt as good as Kit's?"
Jack grinned at the questioner. "Nelson, ole buddy, I'm not gonna answer that. Why you think I got both of 'em here tonight? You probably already fucked Kit – fuck Carol and see for yourself. Or are you through for the night?"
The crowd laughed as Jack turned to his lush mother-in-law. "Carol, honey, want you to help a little. You take Fido's prick and play with it a little to be sure it's in the best possible condition for Kit. Then I'm gonna let you help him get it in her cunt…"
Carol made no reply as she stared at the long organ. She was now so aroused that her new role was not unwelcome. She sank to her knees beside the dog and put a hand on his back as she watched him work on Kit's vagina, his dripping tongue was now going in and out of the puffed lips. The thought occurred to Carol that one of the dog's few weak points was that he was apparently unaware of a girl's clitoris… but, hell, so were a lot of men who fancied themselves expert lovers…
"Okay, Carol – quit daydreaming and take his prick. Remember, you're doing it for Kit as well as the dog." Jack's words snapped the beautiful blonde woman's attention back to her job and she bent slightly to look again at the swaying organ beneath the dog's shaggy body.
Carol moved one hand slowly toward the strange penis. Then she grasped it almost eagerly; the erotic nature of the situation had her own loins once more moist and aroused, and her touch on the animal produced mutual reactions.
For the dog did react; Carol's fingers made him abandon for a moment the succulent vagina in front of him and turn to look at the pretty female who seemed so interested in his penis. This interest was not a new one to the dog; many of his human sex partners had clasped his penis in eager hands…
"Okay, Carol – his prick feel like it's ready?"
The woman did not look up at Jack as she replied. "It's ready. I think he can fuck Kit now…"
"Good. Carol, I'm gonna let you help him get it in. You'll have to move him up and get his front legs over Kit. He'll know what to do – he's done it before…"
For the first time Carol looked up at her daughter's face. She saw there an expression that reflected a lust that seemed to equal her own. Carol had a momentary rational thought – at least Kit seemed to be aroused and ready in a purely sexual sense for the dog. But her reaction later might be something else again…
Her mind snapped back to the details of the coming union as the dog began to whimper and move up on Kit's prone body. He put one foot on her little belly as he worked up between her raised and spread thighs. Carol's hand stayed on his penis as she encouraged the move. The organ felt strange in her fingers, it seemed at the same time both harder and softer than a human penis. But it throbbed and jerked in her grasp, and Carol had no doubt that it would provide exquisite pleasure to the girl beneath the hairy beast. For a moment she envied her excited daughter…
Jack looked down at his wife. "You ready, Kit? You want the dog's prick up your cunt? Tell me if you want him to fuck you."
Kit's eyes were closed but her answer was not hesitant. "Oh, yes… yes. Let him fuck me, if that's what you want…"
Her husband shook his head. "I didn't ask you what I want. I want to know if you want the dog to fuck you. Tell me exactly what you want."
Again Kit's answer tumbled out without hesitation. "Yes – damn it, I want him. Let him fuck me – I want his prick up my cunt. Oh, hell – Mom, put it in for me. Hurry – I want him to fuck me…"
Kit's words made Carol act. The dog was now in position, and she pulled on the long penis as she sought to bring it the final inches into Kit's waiting vagina. The dog's earlier attention had left the pretty lips separated and waiting.
And then the dog made contact and instinctively pushed his organ into Kit's channel. Carol was surprised at the speed of the initial thrust as she felt the shaft slide in her hand and enter her daughter's willing vagina. Carol barely had time to remove her hand before the dog penetrated fully and then immediately began a series of rapid strokes.
Carol rocked back on her knees as the animal began to function on Kit. His tempo was much faster than that of the normal human act and she could see Kit tremble and quiver under the strange, animalistic impetus. But she could also tell that the young wife was experiencing pleasure…
And Kit was being gripped by a stimulation of a kind and intensity that was entirely new to her. Her moans were clearly audible now as her head rolled from side to side and saliva trickled from a corner of her mouth. "Oh, God… I never – fuck me, fuck me. I never knew. Mom, are you there? He's fucking me. The damn dog's fucking me. God, he fucks fast. I'm gonna come! I'm coming! Oh, damn – damn! Fuck me. You damn dog, fuck me! I'm coming… oh, oh oh…"
Carol was still on her knees by her daughter as she watched Kit's climax. Carol was almost awed by the speed and severity of the orgasm and it occurred to her that a dog, or at least this one, must have something very special for a girl…
And then it seemed that she might have the opportunity to lima out. The dog pulled his organ out of Kit's used vagina just as Jack, who had been taken by surprise by the brevity of the intercourse, recovered his wits. He looked at the crowd. "Hey, that was pretty quick, wasn't it? Well, I guess it figures – the poor damn dog had been tied up for almost a week without a dog or a girl, so I suppose his first fuck would be fairly fast. Tell you what – if you'd like to see him in action a little more we could have him fuck Kit's mother. Carol's right here handy, and I bet she'd like a little dog prick up her cunt. How about it – anybody like to see that?"
There was a general murmur of approval from the group, and Jack could see that their interest in this particular area of sex was far from satisfied.
He turned to the lush, nude woman on her knees by his wife. "What do you say, Carol? Like to take Fido on?"
Carol was somewhat dazed by the combination of alcohol and perverted sex as she turned to the grinning man. Once again she had little choice, but in addition her aroused body called out for relief. Watching Kit's experience had given her a desire she had never known before… "Okay, Jack… if I have to."
Jack laughed. "Hear that? I figured my sweet, sexy mother-in-law would want a little dog prick after she saw what it did to Kit. Okay, Carol – the pooch is all yours." He paused as he looked down at the dog's drooping penis. "Say, you may have to work on him a little." He paused again and then grinned. "Tell you what – do the same thing for him that you do for a man when you want to get him hard. Suck his prick. By God, that'll be a new one – I never have seen a woman suck a dog's prick. Hell, it's only fair – he sucked Kit's cunt…"
Carol was thunderstruck by Jack's proposal. She had never even heard of such a thing – damn, this was going too far…
"Jack… Jack, please. I can't do that. I'll let the dog fuck me, but don't ask me to – to suck his prick. I… I'll play with it till I get it hard…"
The man snorted. "Play with it, hell. Suck it, baby, suck it. That's always the best way to get a prick stiff." He turned, grinning, to the crowd. "That right, gang? You people think Carol ought to suck the dog's prick?"
The distraught woman did not listen to the predictable affirmative replies. Her mind raced – once more she was caught in the familiar corner without any real alternative… She looked down at Kit, who now had her eyes open and seemed partially to have recovered from her session with the dog. Kit stared back at her mother, and the look in her eyes was one that Carol did not recognize. Damn – she had been aware of a gradual change in her daughter as the young wife slowly succumbed to the perverted atmosphere of her marriage. But this was something else again…
"Come on Carol, you're keeping everybody waiting. Including your lover. I know he wants you to suck his prick. Hell, it'll just taste like Kit's pussy, and you already know that flavor…"
The sensual haze closed in around the distressed woman again. Still on her knees beside Kit, she looked down at the dog's soft organ. Well, why not? She had already accepted the idea of intercourse with the beast, and had in fact been so aroused that she looked forward to it. She had used her mouth on many another penis to prepare it for her vagina…
The beautiful woman moaned softly as she capitulated. She dropped to her hands and knees as she moved down toward the curiously watching dog. The animal seemed to sense her intention; he rolled to one side and raised a leg to give her access to his soft but still long organ.
And Carol did not hesitate. She grasped the limp shaft in one hand and brought it to her face even as her lips opened to receive it. In another instant she had the head of it in her mouth and began to suck on it…
Carol did taste the flavor of her daughter's vagina, as Jack had jokingly predicted. But her reaction to that taste did not follow his prediction. Something snapped in Carol's mind; triggered by Kit's vaginal fluids on a dog's penis she finally made her decision.
Carol spat the organ out of her mouth and rocked back on her knees away from the dog. "No! God damn it – no. I won't do it – no more of this perverted crap." Her eyes were blazing as she looked at her son-in-law. "Jack, you bastard – you can go to hell and take all your damn customers with you. I'm not your whore – find somebody else for them to fuck if that's what you want. You hear me? Go to hell, you slimy bastard…"
Tears streamed from her eyes as Carol got to her feet. She looked down at her shocked daughter, who still lay with her legs spread and evidence of the dog's semen in her pubic hair. "Kit, baby – I've had it. No more of this for me, I'm leaving this zoo. Do you want to come with me, or stay here and let the dog fuck you some more? Jack'll probably let you suck his prick, since I won't do it. Kit – you coming with me?"
The young girl seemed paralyzed. Her mouth was open but she said nothing as she looked at her mother through wild, shocked eyes. And Carol read the answer in those eyes; she suddenly sensed her daughter's conversion to Jack's perverted way of life…
Carol started to talk to Kit, to plead with her. But a flash of insight told her that the effort would be futile. Instead she turned to Jack, who was, for once, also speechless in surprise and spat on him. The action was doubly symbolic; in addition to the traditional gesture of contempt it was also an attempt to get the last of the taste of the dog and Kit out of her mouth.
But the spell was quickly broken; even as she ran sobbing from the room, Carol heard Jack's laugh boom out. "Well, how about that? Hate to lose Carol – she was a good fuck. Guess you'll just have to fuck twice as hard, Kit baby. You can start by taking over where your mother left off – suck the dog's prick, honey, suck his prick…"