Ralph Taylor stood leering down at the hunched, naked, horror-stricken form of his star salesman's lovely young wife. His huge, thickly veined prick jutted towards her in its erection like an accusing finger. Behind him, still beating his own throbbing penis with one hand, his face a flushed, sweating red, stood the thinly built postal clerk, his leer almost as salacious as the Auto Circus manager's.
Cindy finally realized the exact dimensions of her position, and scrambled away from the black-haired girl's opened thighs, leaning back against the far end of the couch and putting her fisted hand up to her mouth. She bit her knuckles until they bled, her filmed eyes bulging wide.
Ralph laughed softly, easily, off-handedly, as if he were in his office at Auto Circus instead of in the midst of all this carnal abuse. "I guess you're surprised to see me here, aren't you, Cindy?" he asked her, his eyes gleaming. "Damn right you are. Well, I arranged this whole affair, as a matter of fact. I've been planning it ever since Norma told me about you and Samuels here, planning it so I could get you right where you are now and where you will be before long. What do you think of that, Cindy? How does the idea appeal to you?"
"W-Why?" Cindy managed to moan around the clenched fist. "Oh, G-God, why…?"
"Why do you think, baby? To get that hot little body of yours just the way I want it. You've been swinging it in front of me and every other man around ever since Howie married you, teasing us, telling us in effect that we can look but we can't touch. Well, I took it as long as I could and then I knew I had to have you, and on my terms. These are my terms, Cindy, right here and now. The other two times – up at my cabin, and the other night in the car – were just appetizers, previews of the real thing. Now you're going to fulfill all the promises of that body of yours, everything I've dreamed about and wanted; I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to do it good and proper. This is going to be a night neither one of us is ever going to forget, Cindy baby…"
The words droned on and on, but it was as if a switch had suddenly been pulled somewhere in the tortured young housewife's swirling brain, completely blotting out the rest of Ralph Taylor's words. The complete and utter shock of turning up from the moist, hot womanhood of Sally Reagan, her face sheened with the black-haired girl's excited cuntal secretions, and seeing the nude form of her husband's hated boss had pushed Cindy dangerously close to the fine line between sanity and insanity. Hearing his lewd words, his revelation that he had planned this entire evening, that he was mixed up with, was as bad, as evil as Steve Samuels, had almost sent her over the edge; if it had not been for the liquor and the marijuana and even the passion which still ebbed through her body, she would surely have gone insane in that moment as she crouched there by the couch, staring up at the two naked men with their huge erect penises. This was the final degradation for Cindy Jamison, the ultimate humiliation in a long string of recent inequities. Nothing which happened after this, nothing which she could learn – no other revelation could affect her in the slightest way…
And yet, words spun and tugged at her brain cells, trying to form rational sentences, but she was unable to grasp them through the haze which filled her conscious mind. Something Ralph had said…? What was it… what… And then she knew.
"The other two times – up at my cabin, and the other night in the car…"
Up at Ralph Taylor's cabin!
But nothing had happened between her and Ralph there, nothing at all, she had only been with Howie…
"W-What did you mean?" she cried suddenly. "What did you mean?"
Taylor stopped talking, his hands on his hips. "About what, baby?"
"About… about your cabin. You… you said you and I, up at your cabin… what did you mean!"
His laugh was low and ugly. "That's right, you don't know about that, do you? Well, let me tell you then, Cindy. You see, Howie and I planned that whole business… showing you the pictures, getting you excited… Norma talked to you on my orders, putting you in the right frame of mind for your first try at sucking cock… the room was dark after you and Howie had finished fucking that first time and so we just traded places… remember when he got up and went to the bathroom, and then came back? That wasn't him, Cindy, that was me… he went down and Norma sucked him off… it was my cock you sucked that night, baby… my cock was the first one to slide in and out of that sweet, soft little mouth of yours, my cum the first to pour down that graceful virgin throat of yours, mine, Cindy, Ralph Taylor's cock and Ralph Taylor's cum, not Howie's, not your husband's…"
Each of his words were like lashing cuts of a whip to Cindy Jamison. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She flung her hands up to her ears, pressing them hard there and rocking back and forth, back and forth. Miraculously, she did not take that final, fatal plunge across the line into madness, though she came within a hair's breadth of it. Tears welled out of her eyes, rolled down over her ashen cheeks, down over her high, quivering, ruby-capped breasts as she rocked there on the floor under the salacious gazes of the two unfeeling, uncaring men who stood over her.
There had been one more revelation, after all, and it had been the big one. Howie, her beloved Howie, the man she trusted and believed in above all others, had betrayed her, had plotted with Ralph Taylor to swap her for Norma. He had been unfaithful to her, having sex with Ralph's wife and at the same time abandoning her to the manager. He had taken her great gift, her acquiescence to oral love which she had made for him and only him, and flung it back in her face; he had allowed her unknown in her alcoholic state to lavish her attentions on the lust-incited penis of Ralph Taylor instead of on his own.
And what of Norma, the woman who had professed to be a friend and confidante? She, too, had been in on the plot from the beginning. She hadn't told Ralph about Samuels merely as a way of seeking further solace for Cindy; no, she had done it so that Ralph could somehow locate the evil postal clerk and join forces with him for more and greater depravity. Her words to Cindy about the young blonde wife's sexual enjoyment of the perversions at the hands of Steve Samuels, her words about forgetting what had happened and not telling Howie or anyone else, had not been in Cindy's best interests at all – but in Ralph's and hers.
Dear God above, her whole world had collapsed completely and irrevocably about her! The people she loved and trusted had sold her out… there was no one left to whom she could turn, no one who cared, no one who was unselfish. She was alone, completely alone, her helpless body a pawn, a toy, a thing to be used at will…
And suddenly, then, the tears stopped and the horror and fear and shock left her face to be replaced by a wooden expression showing nothing. Cindy Jamison stopped thinking altogether, and the liquor and the marijuana once more claimed full possession of her mind; it was as if her brain, realizing the danger it was in, the danger of snapping like a small twig under the tremendous pressure of all that Cindy had discovered and been subjected to on this day, had simply shut itself off so as to prevent the blowing of the circuits – the way computers are programmed to do. She was a lump of clay now, to be handled and molded at will.
And yet, the stirrings of passion still flowed through her loins…
"Listen, how much longer are we going to fuck around here?" Samuels' husking voice suddenly filled the room. "Young Mrs. Jamison looks like she's gonna pass out or something. Let's get on with it, for Christ's sake."
Ralph Taylor looked at the suddenly blank-eyed wife of Howard Jamison, then shifted his gaze to where Sally Reagan was still sprawled on the sofa, legs splayed, eyes squeezed tightly shut, fingernails digging blood from her thighs as she waited in her own private hell. "All right," he said finally. "Get that damned dog of yours in here. The camera's all ready to go."
Quickly, eagerly, Steve Samuels whistled high and shrill. A moment later, the huge furry form of the postal clerk's great dog, Ringo, bounded into the room, tail wagging. The animal went directly to the couch, sniffing the wide-splayed womanhood of Sally Reagan familiarly. The young black-haired wife gasped, seeming to snap out of her semi-catatonic state, and she turned her hands, palms outward, to the dog, as if to ward off some vicious attack. "No!" she moaned. "Oh, God, no, no, not again! I can't stand that dog again, please, ohhh please…!"
"Shut up, Mrs. Reagan," commanded Samuels. "You'll do what we tell you, or else. Now get down on the rug on your knees like the little bitch you are. Get down on all fours. Hurry it up!"
The black-haired girl obeyed, body trembling. Ralph Taylor instructed, "The same goes for you, Cindy. On all fours, facing Sally. Leave a little room between you."
Mesmerically, the hopeless blonde wife obeyed her husband's lascivious boss. She knelt facing Sally Reagan, both women beyond any help, beyond caring, not looking at one another now. Watching them, Ralph began to tremble with growing excitement. It coursed through his thick body, making his erect penis throb palpitatingly with anticipation. He looked sideways at Samuels. "Take some pictures while I start things off. You know how to work a Polaroid, don't you?"
"Sure, but why can't I get down there, too?" whined Samuels. "The camera has a timer…"
"Never mind the timer yet. Just take some pictures, a half dozen of them. And they'd better be good."
With that, he stepped forward and went to his knees before the crouched figure of Cindy Jamison. He held his hardened cock in his right hand, lifting it up close to her face, moving his knees forward so that the tip of the immense cudgel almost touched the moist red lips of the subjugated young wife. "Open your eyes, Cindy," he commanded. "Look at my cock, look at it, look at what you're going to take in your mouth for the second time!"
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw through her fogged retinas the great girth of Ralph Taylor's weapon, saw every ridge and pore of it as he moved it back and forth in front of her head like a swaying cobra's hood. Her tongue came out involuntarily to moisten her lips as she stared at the unseeing eye dripping fluid in the huge hardened head.
"Put your hand on my cock now, Cindy," he told her in a panting voice, his legs widespread before her face, and she obeyed mechanically, wrapping her hand around his masculinity. A shiver passed through her at the touch, unwanted but there nonetheless, and Cindy began to work her hand roughly up and down, watching the foreskin pucker over the engorged head, then wrap itself over the shaft. With increasing rhythm, she stroked Ralph Taylor's cock, staring at it, warmth beginning to seep through her loins again.
The automobile executive could take no more of the excruciating pleasure of her moving fingers. "Put it in your mouth now, baby! Put my cock in your mouth. Suck me, Cindy, oh, Jesus, suck my cock!"
With a groan of sheer animal lust, Taylor moved forward, flexing his hips, pressing his hard rubbery masculinity against her soft, moist lips, feeling the heavy bloated head resting against them. Cindy tasted the familiar bittersweet flavor, and her mouth parted automatically to accept the offering of lust, guiding it inside her warm wet cavern with her still-stroking hand.
She began to suck him then, suck him as she had that first night at the mountain cabin, when she had thought he was her husband, Howard. It didn't matter now – her subjugation, her enslavement – nothing mattered now, nothing at all. Slowly, agonizingly, she ran her tongue wetly around and around the smooth slippery head, easing the tip of her hot probe into the open slit of the glans. Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster, and Taylor's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her bobbing head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a well-tuned machine. Cindy could feel the seminally flowing shaft batter back against her larynx, but she was unable to halt the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of sperm from her husband's boss' testicles like an electric milking machine…
Focusing through the Polaroid, Steve Samuels snapped off another picture. Goddamn look at the way she's blowing him! he thought wild with passion and wanting desperately to join in this debauching of the young wives himself. She's giving it everything she's got! Oh, Christ, what a night this is going to be! But Mrs. Reagan, the bitch, isn't doing anything, just kneeling there like a sleeping pup… well, I know something she can do, something that'll make a great shot…
"Mrs. Reagan!" he called out, and her head jerked up, swiveling toward him. Her face was only inches from Ralph Taylor's heaving buttocks as he drove his cock deep and hard into the soft fleshy folds of Cindy Jamison's mouth. "Mrs. Reagan, lean forward and kiss his ass! You heard me, do it! Kiss his ass, Mrs. Reagan! Lick his asshole with your tongue!"
There was no protest, for Sally Reagan was as empty of feeling now as was Cindy Jamison; even this further inequity, this further depravity, failed to faze her. She craned her head forward, her moist lips parted, and began to plant hot fevered kisses on the jerking, hirsute flesh of Ralph Taylor's buttocks. Then her tongue was extending, moving over the fleshy surface, into the pronounced crevice between the heavy globes, down lower, lower, until it found what it sought: the tiny puckered ring of his anal opening. Round and round she licked the nether entrance, flicking over the rubbery flesh, darting inside wetly, licking up and down, up and down, with moist hot fervor…
Ralph felt the impossibly exciting contact of tongue and lips at his rectum, and sensations of acute desire caused him to heave and buck harder and harder into the ovaling lips, the now perspiring face, of his star salesman's wife. Her hot, wet tongue seemed wrapped around the thick underside of his cock, from the coronal ridges, sticky and protruding from its foreskin almost to the wire-haired base. It was like fucking into the softest velvet, like having your prick immersed in warm, soft, flowing honey…
Click! Click! Click! Steve Samuels took pictures feverishly, taking the Polaroid from the tripod now so that he could get better angles. Sweat poured off him like rainwater. Half-a-dozen, the big bastard named Ralph had said. All right, and maybe a couple more, too! Ones with him, using the timer… ones with Ringo…
Ringo! He had all but forgotten his huge German Shepherd in the excitement of the lust-provoking sight of Mrs. Jamison wildly sucking Ralph's prick while Mrs. Reagan slavered between his dancing, heaving buttocks. Ringo had to have his turn, Ringo had to join in… Ringo had to sample little Mrs. Cindy Jamison! Yes, that was it! The dog had never had her before, had never shoved its hot animal cock far up into that young bitch's twitching pussy… but now Ringo was going to have that opportunity!
Still clutching the Polaroid, Samuels rushed forward to where the well-trained German Shepherd sat on its haunches by the couch, long red tongue lolling out of the side of its mouth, watching the carnal activities with eyes that, on a human, would have been feverishly excited. The venereous government employee grasped the dog's collar, pulled it around to where the smooth rounded cheeks of Mrs. Cindy Jamison's buttocks beat rhythmically at the air as she sucked voraciously, mindlessly, the cock of her hung husband's boss.
"Get her, Ringo! Get her, boy!" he excitedly spat the lewd command. "Lick her cunt! Fuck her, fuck, fuck, fuck! Go, Ringo, fuck her with your big dog cock!"
Panting, the great animal moved forward, between the blond-haired young wife's widespread legs. It lowered its head to the helpless Cindy's soft, hair-covered crotch and began to sniff it. Its tail wagged and trembled as though it had found a bitch in heat. Cindy moaned in sudden terror and understanding as the cold nose made contact with her tiny, puckered anus, as the long tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
Her eyes jerked open again, and she tried to pull Ralph Taylor's penis from her mouth, tried to twist around so that she could confirm her fears, but the manager's hands were wrapped in her soft blond hair, holding her rigid where she was. She tried to squirm her buttocks away from the hot breath, the hot animal contact, but it was useless; a greedy lapping moved up and down the narrow pink slit between her thighs, tongue running wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation bud buried in her pubic mound, spreading through the soft, hair-covered lips like a knife through soft butter.
Noo! her mind cried with brief rationality. No it's that dog, I can feel its cold nose, its huge head, its hot tongue… oh, God, oh, God, no, no, not that, not that animal inside me, noooo!
But it was true, it was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do to prevent this bestiality from being vented upon her flesh. This was the final physical indignation, heaped upon the final mental indignation; she was about to be stripped of everything sacred and sacrosanct, everything innocent and clean, in this single night of overwhelming debauchery.
Ringo's tongue flicked relentlessly between the young wife's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the German Shepherd lapping and sniffing at her loins, her mouth working defensively, feverishly, around Ralph Taylor's bloated prick, giving him a sucking like he had never had before even by his so very experienced wife, Norma. He heaved and thrust his thundering member into the sweet, soft face of Cindy Jamison, his eyes glassily watching the huge beast rummage its head between the sweet wife's legs. Look at that bastard go! He's going to give her a ride she'll never forget as long as she lives! Oh, Christ, I hope Samuels gets some shots of this… Norma will never believe it otherwise! He moaned and thrust still harder forward, fucking deep into the face of the subjugated young housewife, as the black-haired Sally Reagan flicked her tongue into the warm rubbery sphincter muscles of his clenching asshole, breathing hotly against his quivering buttocks.
The venereous postal clerk clicked off another Polaroid photo, getting the wide-angle shot of the two women and Ralph and Ringo moving abandonedly on the threadbare carpet. One more, he thought, one more of Ringo fucking Mrs. Jamison with his long hard cock and then I'll set the timer and join in… I can't take much more of this watching… my balls are damned near set to erupt!
"Ringo, up!" he shouted. "Up, Ringo! Fuck her, boy, fuck that sweet little cunt of hers!"
The dog lifted its head from the defenseless young wife's wide-splayed crotch, then, and obediently mounted the widespread mounds of Cindy Jamison's buttocks, paws on her back. Its glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping; the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and thick shaft in her body.
Sobbing now, her belly afire with washes of passion from the lappings of the great beast, and in spite of her tortured thoughts, Cindy Jamison whipped her buttocks back against the sawing motions of the German Shepherd, trying to escape the desperate lunges of the animal. But instead, she succeeded only in finally capturing the lengthening shaft, in sheathing the long, scarlet organ in her voraciously grasping cuntal slit. It missed the first time, sliding up to find her momentarily relaxed anus, and then found its target with a tremendous forward jerk, burying the huge cudgel deep up in the squirming young wife's pink, clasping hole. The beast slithered forward with a wet rush until its cock was sunk to the hilt, its hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" wailed Cindy in pain around Taylor's spasmodically quivering cock pressed far down her soft, warm throat.
Defensively, the pain of the huge member invading her pussy almost too much to bear, Cindy began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, Cindy began to undulate her body in total abandonment, unable to elude the brutal thrusting pressure of the bucking Ringo and thus retaliating in the only way possible. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself deeper and deeper in her belly – and her mouth sucked and nibbled and enveloped the heavy, bloated penis of Ralph Taylor as he thrust long and hard into her sweating face.
The trembling postal clerk, Steve Samuels, snapped off his one final shot with the Polaroid, a lewd full-color shot of the panting, undulating orgy which was being performed right before his lusting eyes. He tore out the negative, waiting, counting, his cock an aching mass of throbbing flesh as he longed to join the wildly performing group on the rug, longed to shove his immense cudgel deep, deep into the quivering, upturned, clasping asshole of young Sally Reagan as she licked and kissed the writhing buttocks of Ralph Taylor.
Finally, the picture was ready and he tore it off the negative. Perfect! His spasming fingers fitted the Polaroid onto the tripod, set the timer, clicked it on. Now! Now it was his turn to get some of the delicious fucking and sucking that was going on right in his own living room!
He rushed forward, his cock held in his right hand like a battering spear about to be thrust all the way through the body of an advancing enemy. He dropped to his knees behind the swirling, naked form of Sally Reagan, teasing the hard rubbery head of his prick along the warm, grasping anal opening. Then he inserted the head quickly inside, hearing her gasp at the sudden painful invasion. He held himself there for a moment, then hissed to the young black-haired girl, "Reach one of your hands around and play with Ralph's balls while you're licking his asshole. Hurry up, the timer's going off any second now!"
Sally obeyed immediately, her right hand sliding up and around to cup the swinging, bloated sac of the automobile executive's testicles, squeezing them gently and causing him to moan in total lustful abandonment as he pile-drove his great cock into the butter-soft mouth of his star salesman's wife. And then there was a sharp click from the Polaroid on its tripod, and the flash went off, capturing the four mouth-and-genital-linked people and the wildly, pantingly bucking German Shepherd.
"Great shot, great shot!" moaned Samuels, aching to heave forward to bury his long hard cock deep up into the bowels of the squirming, mewling Sally Reagan. But he had to get that picture, had to, it was the best one of them all and he would want a copy of that one, Jesus yes! He withdrew the head of his cock, went to the camera, pulled the negative out, counting. When the picture was ready, he took one look at it, gloated elatedly, and then rushed back to his former position behind the still pumping buttocks of the young black-haired girl. He fitted his great cock into her rectal opening again, poising the head there, and then he heaved forward with a sharp exultant cry to completely impale her tightly resisting anal passage on his hard jabbing prick.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhh!" she cried out in pain, her hand convulsively squeezing Taylor's bloated testicles, her tongue convulsively sliding deep into his anus. The electric contact caused Ralph to hammer even harder and deeper into Cindy Jamison's convoluting lips, his hands threatening to pull strands of her soft blond hair out by the roots in his paroxysms of passion. Even the great dog, Ringo, seemed to be driven on to new heights by the addition of his master, the evil Steve Samuels, to the orgiastic group, and was fucking long and hard with its slippery, hot cock into the moist flanges of young Cindy's clasping cunt.
All thoughts of photographs were gone from the minds of the two men now as they sought to relieve themselves of their great build-up of sperm. Their excitement had reached the pinnacle now, from what they had seen and arranged and slowly become a part of, and now their only considerations were the spewing of their fiery seed deep into the respective bodies of these two nakedly voluptuous young housewives.
Cindy Jamison's forehead was covered with thick beads of perspiration as she buffeted back and forth between the two invading penises imbedded in her either end, in her mouth and her anus. There was no escape from either one, for when she heaved forward to alleviate the pressure of the hammering dog's cock sunk far up into her belly, she only succeeded in thrusting Ralph Taylor's huge pulsating penis further down her throat – and when she drew back from the masculine cock filling her mouth, to keep from choking, she only skewered herself harder back on the pistoning rod of the huge furry dog.
She had no control of her mind now, no control of her body. And in her belly, hot rivers of excitement were flowing, spiraling through her flesh, causing her to tingle all over as if every one of her nerve ends had suddenly been exposed. I like it, oh, God help me, I like this, I'm excited by it, I'm excited and I want to cum… These were her only thoughts, frightening thoughts, as the fires leapt higher and higher in her body, as the hammering pricks of dog and man in two of her bodily orifices sent her soaring toward an unwanted and yet desperately sought-after orgasm. Her suckling lips tried to shout words, unintelligible words of encouragement to bring about the simultaneous ejaculations of all three of them, and of Sally Reagan and Steve Samuels whom she could see behind Ralph Taylor's rhythmically swaying torso. She wanted to be filled with sperm, animal sperm and human sperm, and in her drugged and hopeless madness that was all that mattered. She was little more than a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged female flesh that begged for subjugation so that the subjugation would come to an end, grinding her buttocks back in lewd revelry against the panting beast whose cock was sunk so deep in her warm, clasping channel, trying with her very soul to draw the hot torrents of cum out of Ralph Taylor's long hard cock filling her madly sucking mouth.
Steve Samuels could see the incredible gyrations which had now enveloped Cindy Jamison's body, and he thought: son of a bitch, she actually is enjoying it! She likes Ringo fucking her cunt while Ralph fucks her mouth! She's going to cum, oh, Jesus, I can tell it, she's going to cum…!
The salacious realization drove the venereous civil servant to greater hammerings of his great cock deep into the tight, clasping channel of Sally Reagan's rectal passage. She rolled and flung her buttocks back against his forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep up in her belly, and her tongue sunk itself full into the tight rubberiness of Ralph Taylor's anus as Samuels' prick was sunk full into hers. Taylor cried out at the delicious torment of his rectum, at the tickling manipulations of the black-haired girl's fingers on his testicles, and his heaving loins threatened to strangle Cindy Jamison with the expanded girth of palpitating cock sliding almost down to her larynx. And the great German Shepherd Ringo, at the other end of the chain, lolled its long wet hotly panting tongue onto the smooth skin of Cindy's back as it strove to pump its fiery animal seed deep into the blonde young wife's waiting, clasping womb.
And the tableau held like that for the next two minutes, the two men and the two women and the grunting, monstrous dog. The room was filled with panting and wheezing sounds, with the moans of the women as their bodily orifices were hammered asunder by the three rampaging cocks, with the harsh, wet slapping sounds of flesh thudding against flesh. Sweat glistened in the overhead lights off the naked, undulating bodies, and the smell of sex was strong and musky in the air.
Steve Samuels was the first of them to reach orgasm. He fucked deep and long and hard into the warmly resilient, tightly clenched anus of Sally Reagan, feeling the rubbery expanse wrapped around every inch of his hardened flesh – and then his fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood there, as he was no longer able to control himself, as he felt his balls erupt their great load. "I'm cumming, ohhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed in a high-pitched wail, and then his prick began to jerk out of control and the first hot boiling squirts of semen began to pour out of it to fill the black-haired girl's rectal channel as his ejaculating balls slammed resoundingly off the wet cuntal valley below. The sudden bursting of his fiery cum into her bowels caused Sally Reagan to flash her tongue sensuously in and out, in and out, of Ralph Taylor's ever working rectal mouth as if it, too, were about to cum, as if she were actually fucking him there with the long wet probe.
Taylor couldn't hold back after that. He emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release, jamming his hips forward with the full power of his thick body, burying his cock deep into the subjugated and lovely young wife's soft, warm mouth. Her throat tightened and untightened as gusher after gusher of his burning fluid swirled from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from strangling on the frothing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied.
"Keep sucking, keep succcckkkiinngggg!" he screamed. "MILK my balls, oooohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her Adam's apple continued to bob in rapid sequence as she fought to suck him empty, swirling her tongue round and round the throbbing glans to wipe him dry, only to be inundated by new flashes of the white hot liquid. Cindy twisted her head madly from side to side, her long blond hair churning, and her own orgasm was near to happening then as she milked the sperm from her husband's boss' cock, at the same time screwing her buttocks greedily back against the heaving German Shepherd like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hanging onto her sweat-slick back dripped saliva as Ringo fucked into the waving buttocks from behind. Then, without warning, the huge beast jerked forward and its cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep into her clasping vagina. Cindy's rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, and a scream muffled out around Taylor's insanely jerking cock in her mouth. Still the German Shepherd flowed his fiery load deep into her soft, clasping cunt, and thick white liquid began to ooze from her tight channel squeezing the prick of the dog; thin trails of the sticky seed ran down the ivory columns of her thighs, and her backside glistened, displaying obscenely soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she heaved forward against Ralph's loins, swallowing his bursting cum the same way her feminine organs were swallowing the giant dog's seed.
And then, as if the mutual cummings of the German Shepherd and the automobile executive were the final trigger of her own coming orgasm, Cindy felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled mindlessly and squealed around Ralph's spasming prick, still swallowing his seemingly never ending flow of sticky hot sperm, trying not to lose a single drop of the bittersweet seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure almost as great as any she had ever experienced with Howard, with the man she loved, as her cum flowed and flowed and ebbed through her trembling, oscillating body…
Finally, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog, Ringo, slipped from her mauled cuntal passage with a wet sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the panting silence of the room. Then the great beast, tail wagging thankfully and satiatedly, dropped its head to her widespread crotch in one last act of obscene depravity and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. Cindy fell backward then, comatose on the floor, Ralph Taylor's already limp prick pulling wetly from her mouth. Taylor, too, collapsed in the aftermath of his tremendous ejaculation, muttering softly, "Oh, Jesus, that was the best ever, oh, Jesus!" And Sally Reagan and Steve Samuels, too, were now lying prone on the carpet as the heaving naked flesh of the four people gradually began to still and relax.
But that was not to be the end of the evening, not by any stretch of the imagination. Later, Cindy Jamison could not remember much of what had happened – she did not want to remember, for what she did recollect was too terrible and she immediately blanked it from her mind defensively. More pictures were taken, with groups of three and four and five, with the dog Ringo as the focal point. More cocks were thrust into the palpitating flesh of Cindy and Sally, jerking, ejaculating cocks… and there was pleasure for the young blonde wife too, more pleasure, exciting orgasms that almost but not quite approximated that one with Ringo, the German Shepherd, cumming inside her cunt while Ralph Taylor spewed his fiery seed deep into her hungrily clasping throat. On and on it went, far into the night, almost until dawn, until all the participants in this lewd play were too exhausted to continue, until Ralph Taylor finally told Steve Samuels that they would have to call it a night, though he was sure that they would be seeing one another again…
Cindy Jamison, sick at soul, with human and animal seed commingling in her body that had been pumped in through all three of her bodily orifices, satiated with hateful, unwanted sexual gratification, never knew how she got home. She did not feel Ralph Taylor dress her and carry her out to where his car was parked at the rear of the postal clerk's house, and then drive her to her cottage. Nor did she feel Ralph carry her into the house and put her to bed, and then kiss her matted pubic mound once, smilingly, before he left her.
She only knew that when she awoke, with the first gray light of dawn filtering through the bedroom curtains, she was alone and in her own bed.