I started out talking about something else, so I don't want to get sidetracked. Let me just say this. Susie and Ruthie and Beverly learned to know each other quite well and rather satisfactorily, and we made a pleasant foursome. But I still had my plans for that cunt Susie, and I made it clear to her one afternoon a few months later and just before we were scheduled to get married.
"Baby," I said to her that day when we had just finished knocking it off in her bedroom and when her parents and sister were out elsewhere, "I think we ought to bug out. I don't think I can make the scene anymore with Ruthie and Bev. I think they're interfering with a good thing."
She bit. She was ready for it. As I've long ago discovered, every cunt will fuck with others around if that's the only way she can hold her man. But, given the chance, she'll always try to have him for herself at any price. So she agreed hastily.
And we made arrangements to elope. Within the week we had pulled it off, and we hit the road. Oh, she was surprised when she found out I wasn't getting married. But she wanted me alone so much that she didn't give a damn if I didn't marry her right away. She was convinced that I was hers, and that was the main thing.
So I went ahead with my plans. The day came when I told her I had a chance to play for a particular group, and that it was a way to make money if she was interested. She asked what I would do. I said, as nicely as you please, "They pay to see me fuck." She looked at me. I laughed. "Crazy, huh?" I said, "But it's the truth. They pay to see a guy screw."
"But who will you do it with?" she asked dumbly.
It was just the question I wanted her to ask. "Oh, anybody, I suppose. I've been thinking of getting in touch with Ruthie or Bev. They'd probably be willing to screw me in public."
I waited for the hook to sink into her cheek. It did. She said, "Does it have to be somebody else?" Get that? She was practically saying whom she would prefer it to be rather than anybody else.
So I said, "It can be anybody. Hell, it could even be you if you were interested."
Another hook was placed in her cheek. "Do you have to do that for a living?" she asked. But note that she did not refuse to screw me in public. Women are that way. They don't give a shit who sees them if it will keep them solid with a guy, and especially if nobody makes a scandal about it. They'll screw in the middle of the biggest intersection in the world, if nobody talks against them.
"I'd like to screw you," I said, by way of an answer. "If you agreed, I'd be more than happy." I looked to her for an answer. She gave it to me with a nod. I kissed her bare big titties in front of me on that bed where we had just finished knocking it off. "You make me very happy," I said, and licked those lovely monsters nicely.
But it still wasn't done, of course. There was a lot of training in the program. Although we started screwing in front of groups, and were making money nicely, there still was more to it than just that. Those guys don't just want to see a pair screwing; they want all kinds of delights. I was determined to get Susie all the way in her efforts to please them.
That's why I bought Rover. He was a cute little bastard, just a little puppy, nothing to think about at all. But puppies grow, as I'm sure you realize, and Rover grew too. And one day he was ready to screw.
Of course in the meantime, we had played with him in the bed, and I had taught him to lick Susie's cunt. She thought that was cute, although at first she was a bit surprised. But a cunt is surprised for about two minutes. After that, she's used to anything you want her to do. It was no time, then, before we even had an act going in which Rover, a beautiful growing German shepherd dog, began licking Susie's cunt in public. It was a real crowd-pleaser, you can be sure.
Likewise, once seeing her get eaten by a dog, the crowds weren't long in demanding that she be studded likewise. And I put that possibility to her one night when Rover was old enough to do something besides lick pussy.
Naturally, Susie flinched at the idea. We were in a dressing room off a stage in a club we were playing, and outside, the crowd was howling for an encore to the scene where I fucked her. According to our act, we were supposed to return and I would eat her in front of everybody. That's why I said to her, Rover between us as she sat naked in her dressing table chair, her legs apart, "What's the difference between me eating you and him dicking you? A few minutes ago, he ate you. A few minutes before that, I dicked you. Now I'm supposed to eat you. Why not let him dick you."
She looked at me and then to Rover. If you had seen that face somewhere in a crowd, you'd never have thought that she would be the same girl who just now had come from having a dog eat her in public. She was the picture of innocence. Her long red hair flowed around her shoulders, and she might have been something pure and virginal. Her eyes were the picture of innocence. Nobody in the world, except those who had seen it done, would believe she ever had been dicked and eaten in public.
Finally she said to me, "If you want me to do it, sweetheart, I'll do it."
Dig that. Every broad says the same thing. They never do anything because they want to do it. Oh hell no, or so they would have you think. It's always because they're doing it for the man they love. And for the man they love, as everybody knows, a cunt will do anything. Oh yes, all for the man they love.
But I can play that game too. So I nodded, giving her the answer to her unspoken question; and thus giving her too the excuse she needed for what she really wanted to do. And I'll tell you why I say that, too. Here's why:
On different occasions, when I would be out somewhere, I had returned to find Susie playing with Rover's dong. That's right. Even when he was just a puppy, she used to play with his birdie. And once he started getting nuts, she practically never let him alone any chance she got. I would come home and find them in bed together or on the floor or even with him on a table in front of her: and there she would be, playing prettily with his pork.
Women are that way. How many girls have you known that played with their little brother's pricks when they were kids? I've known plenty of them who, when they were in their teens and knew what fucking was all about, would get their little eight or nine or ten-year-old brothers into their beds with them and try to get screwed. All in the family, you know; that kind of thing.
So I knew Susie was ready. That's why I said, "You can try it out here first in the dressing room, hon, to see if it's a good act. Get on the floor, and let him straddle you. We can find out if it'll work."
She looked at me, but only for a second, and then she dropped to the floor as casually as you please, turned her ass to Rover, went onto her hands and knees, spread her thighs, and looked between her legs at the dog. "Nice Rover," she said, and put on a sick little smile and wiggled her can at him.
The dog sniffed her twat. He began licking it as he had done in the previous act before the group when, lying on her back and with her legs spread, he had sucked her off with his long tongue. Now he was doing the same thing while she knelt before him. "Help him," she finally told me, all on her own. "Show him how to go on top of me."
"Play with his dick," I said. "Then turn around again. I think he'll top you by himself, then. Go ahead; play with his cock."
She turned on the floor, squatted before her dressing table, and pulled him to her. Making him sit up as he had been trained, she began jerking his cock up and down. Soon he had a massive rod, and he would have fucked anything in sight. She then went back onto her knees and wiggled her can at him again. He did what all dogs do when they're that far along. He climbed her rump, gripped her hips with his paws, panted wildly, and sent his big dick into her bun. And soon his tongue was hanging out because he was so happy from it all.
I had a helluva time pulling him off. He growled and tried to bite me. But Susie got away from him, then knelt before him and hugged him, tears in her stupid eyes, and promised him she would give him everything "in a couple of minutes." She sobbed. "I'll give you what you want," she blubbered, hugging him. "In a couple of minutes, sweetheart, I'll give you everything."
Broads want to feel sorry for themselves. They want to feel imposed upon. They want to be disgraced and degraded, hurt, and mocked. They love to be punished. It's part of their nature. If you know how a broad's mind works, you can get them to do anything, and, though they'll feel terribly afflicted, they'll do it all; just to feel that affliction. Stupid bitches.
So Susie, innocent Susie who once only had screwed her old boyfriend when I came into her life, went out onto that floor, among all the men in that room, leading Rover on a leash; she, bare-ass and with her beautiful tits bouncing, Rover with the hard-on of his life. She beamed right and left shyly, and Rover panted, his big tongue hanging out. Then she took a place directly in the middle of the room, rows of chairs loaded with drooling guys all around her, and she spread her legs, and let Rover start licking her cunt again.
But that was just the start of the act. Next she sat up, Indian fashion, and brought him to her and began jacking his dong up and down. Finally she turned onto her knees and elbows, and invited him to top her. He accepted the invitation and climbed onto her rump exactly as he had in the dressing room. And then he slipped his paws around her waist and shot his big dick solidly into her cunt, and looked glazedly away, his tongue hanging out and saliva dripping from it, and he plunged her solidly, humping like crazy.
It was quite a performance, and it made me feel good to see that bitch take it in her cunt that way. And repeating an old act, I had done with another broad, before I ever started thinking about acts – remember Sally? – I crawled in front of her and made her suck me. It drove the crowd wild. Those bastards clapped like crazy to see Susie sucking my yang while Rover studded her from behind. And she, ever the good little girl, nibbled my cock beautifully while she turned her can like crazy as Rover socked it to her.
Soon we were all coming crazily. I was getting ready to explode into Susie's mouth, she was wriggling like all hell at Rover's dick, and that poor beast was panting like a sonofagun with all his force going in and out of her. And all the while, the crowd was going nuts.
Then we came down the line all the way, breaking everything that held us, pounding ourselves one against the other frantically, unloosing all within us. And the cream just shot out of me, whole bucketsful into Susie's pert little mouth. At the same time, Rover went out of his mind and sent everything he had into Susie's hot twat; and he howled like a wolf at the moon. The crowd went insane, damned nearly collapsing from the wild fun of it all. And Susie moaned and sobbed from the juices she took front and back as she was breaking loose with her own come. It was tremendous, trust me.
They wanted an encore. The crowd never had seen anything like it. They wanted the encore immediately. "More, more," they yelled, unable to control themselves. "Give us more. We want more." And they demanded that it be repeated.
I asked for time out, and Susie and I took Rover to the dressing room for a conference. "What do you suggest?" I asked her. "They'll pay. Those guys are hot for action. They'll pay anything."
She looked mournfully at me. You'd think she never had wanted to do anything. That's the way with a broad. They'll humiliate themselves in every possible way, but they'll always behave like they had nothing to do with it. All through history, women have been subjecting themselves to the worst kinds of humiliation; and all through history, they've been pretending they had nothing to do with it. "I don't know," she said. "Whatever you think."
I hated that bitch. If there's one thing I like it's honesty. And there's no broad in the world who is really honest. They all hide behind the modesty act. They're hypocrites, every one of them. That's probably why I said, "Well, let's just switch the act. Instead of Rover fucking you, I'll stud. And you can suck him off. How's that sound?"
She shrugged. I hated her guts worse than ever. "All right," she said dumbly like she had no control over her fate. "If you want me to."
Bullshit. She was full of bullshit. If I wanted her to! That kind of shit. "Okay, baby," I said, stroking her cheek. "You're swell." And I hardly had something else planned for that bitch, believe me.
Meanwhile, we went back in front of the group again, and we reversed our act. Susie went onto her knees again, hefted her can up in the air, and I crawled against it, and played at her vag's lips with my prime cock. Then Rover went around her, and she sat him up the way we had trained him and she started running her fingers up and down his dong. He sat there with a glazed expression in his eyes, and soon his peter was forcing its big long red head out of his sack. He was going nuts, and was panting and even moaned and howled a couple of times from the fabulous feeling she was giving him.
I inserted my rod to her cunt. Her cunt was soaked from Rover's juices, and she was a moist run. A cunt is best when it's tight. A broad should clean her vag after a fucking. Otherwise, she's too slippery and there's no grab in her snatch. But my pork was big enough so it pressed against her walls, anyway, and there was enough suction for the fuck. And I started plugging her slit while she went down on Rover's prick.
The crowd again went wild. They had never seen any thing like it. "Gobble it, honey," they chorused. "Gobble that dog's prick. Gobble it all the way."
She obliged. Low on her elbows she pulled Rover close and played her tongue slowly and gently in a wild little roll at his dick. It gave me the hots just to watch her mouth his yang, and I sent a solid drive into her cunt. My shaft was enormous, and I couldn't get enough of her wild hot snatch. I pounded her solidly, and felt the juices spilling up again in my groin. My gut ached, and all I could think of was sending my stuff up her hole, all the way to eternity. I wanted to cream her belly, send it to her lungs, smear her brains with it, blow out her skull with my load. It was a wild feeling, believe me.
And then she must have gotten hot from sucking Rover's dong or from my fucking or from both, because she started turning her ass like a crazy out-of-kilter gyroscope, lurching and looming, soaring and zooming, swinging it around like a lantern in a stormy night. And she was sucking Rover's yang better than ever. As I watched her over her shoulders, seeing her going up and down on that crimson cap he gave her, seeing his paws over her own shoulders as he sat up with his glazed eyes on me, his tongue hanging long from his mouth, spittle dropping in loads from it, I went as crazy as she did. And I began the last full measure of my drive to eternity inside her.
Before another minute passed, we all went wild, and I felt the new jism pouring out of me like tea from a spilling kettle, creaming her void with a solid plunging that just wouldn't stop as I sent everything in a barrelful of loads up her hole. And she went insane in that same minute, rocking her ass for all it was worth, that crazy gyroscope going mad all the way. And then Rover had his own second wild come, too, and exploded cream madly to her mouth. When she couldn't swallow it all, some of it seeping away from her lips and from his cock at the same time, it drove me nuts to see it dribbling from her lips, oozing from her mouth at the same time it spilled over from his red long head. I went insane, just seeing that dog's come all over the place. And I barreled everything from my very belly into her that minute, coming like I never had come in my life. It was tremendous all the way.
Naturally the crowd went insane, too. They never had known anything like it, and they wanted more and more and more of it. "More, more, more," they were yelling even while we all were still coming. "Give us more. We want more. Don't stop now. Go on and on and on. Give us more. More, more, more." And they stomped and clapped and whistled and howled. They were berserk. Afterwards, when I had pulled my spent dick from her soaked and dripping hole, when Susie had let loose Rover's own petered prick, when we all had started from the room again, they followed us, several of them, and the implored me, begged and beseeched me, to put on another act. And then one of them pulled me aside, and whispered, "Look," and, letting Susie go limply ahead of us with Rover to the dressing room he continued, "what about the broad? Will she put out? I mean for the crew. We'll pay good money if you set a line-up. Are you interested? Could you like something like that?"
I looked at him. It was something always in the back of my mind. I don't know why I never ventured it myself. But I hadn't. Now it was out in the open. "You want to lay her?" I said and jerked a thumb to bare-ass Susie who was limply climbing the steps to the stage dressing room with Rover smelling her asshole and cunt while he followed her.
Several of the guys then around me, nodded. "Yeah," one of them said. "We'd like to dick her. We'll pay good money."
"We can dick her in the dressing room," and another said. "We can line up outside the door and she can take us one at a time, if she wants the privacy."
They all laughed. "What about it?" the first guy asked me.
I nodded. "I'll see what she thinks," I said, and turned away. "I think maybe she'll go for it – if the money's right." And I started to the dressing room.
"The money'll be right," another said. "It'll be the best. And see if she'll suck off that hound while she's screwing us." And they all laughed.
"Yeah," several of them called. "Let's have her lick the dog while she studs us." And that really turned them on.
I talked to her in the dressing room. I put the proposition to her. "It's good money," I said. "You couldn't get anything better. All you have to do is let them screw you the same way I did, and suck Rover off while you're doing it."
She looked at me. For awhile she said nothing. A cloud was over her eyes, and I didn't like what I saw. Finally she said, "I used to think you loved me." She said nothing else. She just stared at me awhile longer, and then she turned away and looked to herself in the mirror. Rover was beside her, panting happily, and he saw her in that mirror, too.
"You won't, huh?" I said, knowing a final answer when I heard it, determined never to be caught in a beg. I said only that and stared at her through the mirror.
She didn't look at me, but patted the dog's head, rubbed his fur smoothly, andl watched what she did through that glass. Then she shook her head. It was a final answer all right.
I turned away, left the room, went back to the guys, told them the answer, and said I was damned sorry. "Maybe another time," I said, and was already thinking ahead. "Maybe another time."
They begged me, grovelers all, and I had to put them off, knowing I wouldn't try to pass along the beg to her. I simply repeated, "Maybe another time," left them, and knew what I was going to do.
That night, on the outskirts of that town, I beat the shit out of her. That's right. I stopped just past a truck joint, turned off the road and went into some hills, made her get out of the car, and proceeded to pound the living hell out of her. She bawled and tried to run away, and I tripped her and fell on her and savagely fucked her, ripping away her clothes while I went at her body. And all the while I pounded her cunt with my dick while I was beating the shit out of her tits with my fists. And I kicked her in the face when I was done while she bawled when I came off her. All the while Rover, chained to the back seat, howled.
I unleashed him and told him to lick her twat. He performed the act exactly as he had been trained. He licked her twat while she lay there, bawling; and then I drove away, looking at the scene a minute in my headlights, and then skidding the vehicle on two wheels away, and not giving a shit for her in the least. Let them find her in the morning. The big dealers in the town would know who she was. They could do something for her. Maybe one of them might even marry the bitch. Who knows? I couldn't care less.
And I got the hell out of there.