Dogpecker was indeed a graphic accuracy, Pal thought, as she got her first close look at it.
Jonas had entered her room less than an hour after Paul left. At least, without a clock, she could only guess that it had been about that long. Whatever the time lapse, it was all too soon for her.
He entered the room as naked as she was. She had to admit that he had taken good care of himself. For his age – she guessed it to be about forty-four – he was in iron condition, with only a slight indication of a paunch. But his deformity gave her the creeps. Even if it wasn't his fault that he had been born with it, she thought he should have better manners than to inflict the sight of it on others.
He moved to stand with his thighs pressed against the edge of her bed, and the long, limp, fleshy tube lay with its tip resting on her sheet. It couldn't have been more than a half-inch in diameter, but it must have been at least six inches or more in length in this flaccid state. Like Paul's, it was uncircumcised. Unlike Paul's, it gave her the weird feeling of viewing a side-show freak.
As a nurse, she had seen her share of cocks. Big and small, long and short, black ones, white ones, varying shades between, circumcised and uncircumcised, healthy ones, diseased ones, soft and limp, hard and erect – but she had been able regard them impersonally for the most part. Those few patients who considered themselves God's gift to women and expected to thrill a young nurse by grabbing her hand and placing it on their penises had been very quickly cooled down. Pretending initial cooperation, she would simply throw back the covers as if to enjoy looking at it, then use her other hand to execute a fast and deadly finger-flip that stung and hurt the glans like hell! No erection could live through it, nor could the momentary libido which had caused the erection.
But this travesty of a penis could not be ignored, and she knew that this was one she would be unwise to mistreat. In fact, she was already mentally toughening herself, trying to organize her mind in some manner which would make less sickening whatever was about to happen.
She had seen the coiled whip in his hand when he came in, and she remembered what Paul had said about Stillwell's not needing much of an excuse to get rough. While she was thinking about this, he broke the silence.
"Look what I brought you," he said.
"Yes." It was little more than a whisper, but it was all she could manage. It lay less than fifteen inches from her face, and she was half-hypnotized by the revolting appearance of the grayish fleshy worm. It was almost taupe in color. A taupeworm, she thought with a slight tickle of hysteria, then caught herself before she burst out in a wild, mad cackle. She steeled herself and waited.
"Don't just lie there, girl," he said. "Show your appreciation for my thoughtfulness."
It scared her to realize that she wasn't sure what he expected of her. Then that wiser part of her subconscious mind – the part that refused to hide its head in the sand like an ostrich – told her to quite kidding herself and get a move on, unless she was particularly fond of having her skin cut to ribbons.
She raised herself on her elbows and began to pull herself nearer to the snake that had crept onto her sheet. As she drew closer, it acknowledged her approach by twitching slightly, after which it did not seem to be quite as limp.
When she was close enough, she bowed her head over it and brought her lips down until they touched the skin. An uncontrollable shudder ran along her back, making her shoulders quiver.
"Why the shiver, Pal?" he asked.
"Excitement," she said softly, thinking speedily to detour him from any suspicions of the revulsion she felt.
"Well, don't keep yourself in suspense so long," he advised. "Suck it in and get a good taste of it, before you vibrate yourself to death with anticipation."
She lifted her head to look up at him, wondering if he had guessed how she felt and was mocking her – perhaps already raising the whip over her back. But a quick peek up from under her lashes showed only a greedy anticipation on his face.
She looked down again, and saw that he must have been convinced by her lie. Her reply had stirred his own excitement, and the red tip of his hose-like wand had started to swell and creep out from the wrinkled end of his foreskin. It looked more and more like a penis that belonged on a dog.
Stiffening suddenly to full size, it frightened her by lifting up off the sheet and pointing right at her face. The tip bounced up and struck her nose, and she knew she could no longer postpone the attentions he demanded.
She stretched her lips into a pink, fleshy donut and put them against the beast-like prick, then sucked at it, making the tip slip into her mouth with a thunking sound. Another shudder coursed up her back, and she hastened to work at the hardened flesh with her tongue and lips before he got wise to her true feelings.
After the first few seconds, she was surprised to feel the revulsion disappearing. In fact, the oddly conical elongation of his glans had a novel tactile effect on her. She started to suck and stroke at it, making a great part of its length enter her mouth on each thrust.
Then he grew excited and added some steam of his own to the in-stroke, and she felt the pointy tip strike the back of her throat, choking her. As she swallowed to keep from gagging, her tightening throat tissue pressed around the glans so voluptuously that he groaned loudly, then backed away, withdrawing it from her mouth.
"I'll give you plenty of nourishment later," he said, with a higher-pitched thrill in his voice than he had used earlier. "For now, get on your hands and knees on the bed, and I'll give you a real treat!"
She obeyed quickly, positioning herself for him with her ripely rounded creamy buttocks aimed diagonally toward him, her feet and calves extending from the edge of the bed on either side of his thighs.
His hands caressed her hips, and his thumbs slid down the crack of her ass slowly. She could hear him lick his lips wetly as he drank in the beauty of her valentine bottom. Then she felt the hot, wet point of his glans slip into the hairy slit of her cunt.
He maneuvered it to make it probe its way past the torn ragged inner portals of her vagina, then slowly – with a voluptuous, sighing groan – pushed steadily to move the pointed head of his cock through the wrinkled lining of her cant, parting the fleshy furrows before it like earth before a plow.
When he reached the point where Paul had bottomed in her passage, she started to take a deep breath, expecting him to hold the warm, wet grasping of her flesh around him for a moment. But instead, he was maneuvering to shift the pointy tip of his weapon around inside her, as if feeling for something he had lost.
Then she knew what he was doing. He still had length to spare with that skinny pipeline, and he was searching for the mouth of her uterus, intending to thrust his lance inside it!
She started to wiggle her ass around, pretending to be all excited, hoping she could either make him bust his nuts early in the game, or get so interested in her motion that he'd forget his contortionist ideas.
But his one-track mind had been made up. His whip, which she had hoped he would drop on the floor, must have been placed on the bed beside her. For one hand disappeared from her ass, and then the lash cracked down to lay a painful furrow from her left shoulder to her right.
She shrieked, and the tears filled her eyes as the fiery pain lanced through her, calling an abrupt halt to her lateral hip movement.
"Hold still!" he roared. "I'll tell you when we start the action." He resumed his probing, and she could feel the rubbery flip of his torpedo as it rubbed over the rim of the target he sought, making little thrills of ecstasy ripple under the skin of her belly.
"Lower your belly and shoulders, but keep your ass up high," he commanded. She tried to hunch down in front, and make her belly lower. It canted her pelvis at a different angle, and she felt his hot little probe flip against the edge of the swelling in the upper part of her vaginal wall once more. This time, the pointy lance slipped over the edge of the ring-like protuberance and then squeezed through the tight center of its fleshy-donut shape.
He gave a cry of triumph and pushed deeper. Just as his balls slapped snugly against the crack of her ass, the coronal ridge of his conical glans passed through the mouth of her womb. To him, it was a thick-lipped creature sucking snugly on the tip of his cock to create an unsurpassable ecstasy.
Its effect on Pal was devastating. As she felt the dog-pecker tip slip into voluptuous connection with the previously virginal opening, she had only a split-second to tell herself that – as a trained nurse – she knew it was an impossibility. But the fact erased the theories in the books – theories which did not take into consideration such a long, rubbery, canine penis as this.
And the very unnaturalness, the wrongness of such a thing did something to her, mentally. To say nothing of the combined physical stimulations in her vagina walls, on her oversensitive buttocks, at her hard little clitoris where Jonas now fingered her, and this deep violation of the lips of her surprised womb.
She simply froze into position as if hypnotized. Then a small ripple of muscular reaction started deep inside her, at the very heart of her female message center. It traveled outward in ever-increasing strength, making waves of sensation that brought her to the brink of unconsciousness, so ecstatic were their effects.
Her lubricating glands, as if they had gone completely berserk, pumped fluids into her vagina at a rate that made almost an immediate flow out of her cuntlips, around the skinny dog-hose, onto the hairy balls, and down her thighs as well as Stillwell's.
As each little spasmodic squirt of escaping juice came forth, Pal uttered an abnormally growling little sound, that would have raised the hackles on any psychotherapist who might have overheard it. Then the unbearable deliciousness of the accomplishment and its sensations triggered Jonas.
He felt the clinging walls of Pal's pulsing vagina on his oddly curving shaft, and the squeezing suck, suck, suck of her womb-opening around his pointed glans, as the hot, starchy semen burst from him in high-powered jets to dash violently against the sacred temple walls of her uterus.
The soul-shattering effect on Pal was immediately visible. As she felt the hot splashes strike directly against the most inaccessible tissues of her female being, her whole lower torso began to shiver violently, uncontrollably, and the shock made the rubbery mouth of her womb milk spastically at the hot little red cone of the doggish prick, causing the spurts to increase and prolonging the normal length of gushing time.
Jonas lost his mind with the excruciatingly thrilling sensations that tore through him as a result of his boldly ambitious and terrible violation. He tried to fuck into her deeper, as if he wanted to seed himself throughout her entire body.
But his thrusts only increased the unbearable ecstasy for both of them. His coronal ridge had lodged behind the inner edge of her violated opening, and would not back out. When he pushed forward, it made additional frictional sensations for them to endure.
His dog-pecker was hung up in the virginal womb of the blonde bitch, and they were growing steadily weaker from the abnormal demands placed on their glands and nervous systems.
Pal gave a groan and passed out cold, falling forward on the bed. It stretched Jonas and started to create an agonizing pain at this pointy glans. Then Pal's spasmed muscle tension relaxed, and he was wonderfully free!
He pulled out of her, exposing his horribly battered cylinder, and fell on the bed beside her. As the bruised tip of his hose fell limply against his thigh, the resulting pain made him grunt. He carefully slipped a hand under the wounded worm and lifted it up so he could assess the damage.
The pointed head had sustained the brunt of the battle's effects. It was still swollen, and the coronal ridge was bright with the redness of raw flesh. Tiny papillary bumps showed here and there over the chafed surface, and the ridge of the crown was covered with them.
A pearly smear around the tiny hole led to its center, where a late-arriving drop of his sticky seed was gathering into a tiny ball.
Just then, Pal regained consciousness and sat up, bracing herself on her elbows, then turned over to look at Jonas. Her eyes fell on the deceivingly laughable machine which lay in his palm. It magnetized her, as she felt the need to see this wizard-worm which had so thoroughly devastated her. She crawled over to take a close look at it. This time, she was not diverted by revulsions and the effort of hiding them.
Like a charmed bird, she drew nearer the snake which had her in its spell, then reached out a hand and gently stroked the long, soft cylinder, stopping short of the rawness at the sharp cone.
"It fucked its little head right into my baby-maker!" she said, in an astonished voice. To Jonas, it sounded as if she were talking partly to herself, and partly to the object of her admiration. So often had it been the object of ridicule, that he felt a grateful pleasure at the warmth it had induced in his lovely blonde victim.
"It worked so hard, it hurt its little self," she crooned, then leaned down and kissed the pointy tip. Her tongue licked at the pearly drop, and she drew it into her mouth.
As she raised herself up, the congealing fluid spun into a long thread of silvery white, making a swinging cable between her mouth and the one-eyed worm.
She slurped at it as her head lowered again, sucking it all in as she reached the source.
It was too much for Jonas. Even after the ordeal he had been through, this tender appreciation of his long-slandered equipment stirred him to renewed lust.
It pulsed under Pal's lips and hardened rapidly into full bloom. This time she could really appreciate its unmatchable length. The diameter had increased a little, but the main change in appearance, caused mostly by its hard slimness, was the look it now had of being able to go where no other cock could reach.
Pal was ready to testify to that! It gave her a new series of icy little bumps all over her skin, to think of the way it had snaked around in her to curve into her uterus.
"Oh, God!" Jonas groaned. "It's so hard, it hurts! Suck it dry, Pal, and make it go down!"
She touched the sharp cone with her lips, then sucked it into her mouth with a "thupp!" and let it slide over her tongue until it tickled her throat. Jonas groaned more loudly at the wet, slick warmth of her mouth as it enclosed him.
Then she moved her head in careful strokes, and the meaty tube fucked in and out of her mouth, pulling her lips into a pucker as it came out, then shoving the ripe red fleshy donut almost into hiding as it plunged back inside.
When Jonas could tell that this was going to take a while, due to his recent copious discharge of fluid, he stopped her.
"Let's try something else," he said. "Get back on your hands and knees."
She let the hard meat slurp out past her lips, giving it an extra farewell suck as the tip went by, then rolled over to present her lovely buttocks once more.
He got up and stood by the bed, his papa of all puppy-peckers waving hurtfully in front of him. The sight of her juicy round cheeks and the perfectly tapered crack that separated them gave him another aching surge in the guts.
Unable to resist the urge, he bent down and licked with hungry tongue up the length of the gorgeous cleft, then back down, until he felt with the searching tip of his tongue that tight little rosebud of flesh that nestled in the center.
She squealed as he forced his tongue into the pink wrinkles of her anus, and twittered it about expertly.
"Ooh-h-h! Dr. Jonas! I'm too sensitive there! I'll come all over the bed!" she cried.
He removed his tongue, making a final lusty lick up through the satin-smooth walls of the snug canyon. He chuckled happily as he repositioned himself with his knees on the bed.
Then he reached for her dripping, hairy crotch, and gathered a handful of the messy juices from her slippery cunt. The generous flow of her passion and the tremendous load he had pumped into her, kept oozing out in a slimy flow, and he employed it to make a smeary goop through the crack of her ass, and plunged his finger into her outraged anus time and again, goosing the slurpy mess well into her for lubrication.
Her cries of protest were ignored, and no matter how tight she squeezed her little asshole shut, he forced his greasing finger in each time, until he was satisfied.
By the time he was ready, the lusty anticipation had his pointy pecker pulsing with aching misery. He placed the sharp tip at the middle of her crack, spread her ripe, sweet cheeks with his hands, and guided the rubbery head into the wrinkled little pink donut-hole.
The quivering cone throbbed on into the center as he pushed, swelling the tense little annular muscles and making her gasp.
"Oh! No! That's too little for you! You're hurting me! Please! Fuck me in my pussy again! Please don't do that."
He chortled in glee at her dismay, and thrust more deeply into her rear. His dog-prick carried the puckery pinkness of her exit part of the way inside as it plowed on into the depths, making her squeal with the unnatural fullness.
Then he reached the end. His long hose was curved up into her rectum and the rubbery cone was lodged in her bowels.
He began to fuck into her with long, gut-piercing strokes. Each thrust carried the round pink rosebud inside, and each withdrawal pulled it back outside, turning the little thing almost inside out, and showing the extra blossoming of her pink meat as part of her rectal tissue was drawn out with the movement.
He slipped a hand around under her belly and moved his fingers to caress her horny little clitoris and plunge into her well-fucked cunt.
When his finger was as deep in her passage as he could get it, he could feel the thinness of the wall which divided that slippery tunnel from the one he was invading at her rear.
Pal was swiftly caught up in the wild sensations of being fucked from both sides at once, and her bowels began to grasp eagerly at him as he tore into her and withdrew.
Her lusty cunt-muscles tightened on his finger as he probed the slimy passage, and her juices flowed almost as heavily as before.
"Yes," she cried. "Fuck me deep! Oh, God! That hurts good!"
He plunged into her steadily, slapping his hairy balls into her now sweaty crack, and digging wildly in massaging circles with his cunt-captured middle finger.
"I-i-imm-m-m-m com-m-ming-ng-g-g!" she cried out, as he fucked hard on an in-stroke, and then she began to quiver and wriggle, impaled on the spindle of his sharp spike from the rear and the brutal twisting finger from the front.
"Squirt it in me!" she yelled. "Fill me full of it!"
Her pleas tore into his consciousness with a lusty, triggering thrill that pulled all his control away from him.
He held his dog-prick deeply imbedded in her bowels and spurted heavily into her depths, while pressing hard with his cunt-fucking finger and cupping the mound of her pubis tightly with the eager palm of his hand. Then Pal collapsed.
As the last jet of come forced its way achingly out of his tired tube, Jonas felt her falling away from him.
He let her go, and as her relaxed anus released its tension on him, it milked him down and let the bright red rubbery tip flip out of the depression between her cheeks.
He caught his breath, licked his lips, gave her lovely buttocks a few pats of pleasure, then got to his feet.
He gave her a final look, grinning at the picture of total exhaustion and humiliation she presented, lying there limply with juices flowing messily out of her openings.
"You'll do, my lovely Pal," he said. "You'll be old and worn out before your time, but you'll do!"