PRINCE, THE WIDOW'S DOG
By William Spain


Foreword

Dave Williams wasn't in the habit of picking up hitch-hikers but when he saw beautiful
Sue Raimey with her thumb out one morning, he came to a screeching halt.
The beautiful young woman was as hot as a fireplace poker and they were off the road
in a wood in a flash. Sue proved to be a woman of many talents and powerful lusts –
and she was an expert cocksucker. Since they were heading in the same direction, Dave
rented a motel room for the night where their sexual activities had a little more room
for exploration in private.
The next day, continuing their journey, their passions swelled again and once more
Dave wheeled his car off the road into a wood and proceeded to sixty-nine with Sue.
But they were "caught" – by a middle-aged woman who was also looking for a ride.
Mrs. Coggins proved so sexy in her talk, that Dave and Sue agreed to give her a lift to
her house.
The house was another story and what started out as a three-way suck fest soon turned
strange with the introduction of two servants – and Prince, a German police dog.


Chapter 1

I saw her standing by the side of the road, a grip in one hand, a purse in the other. She
was a well-stacked broad, perhaps twenty-two, blonde, the hair long and parted in the
middle. As it hung down over her boobs, it seemed to accent their size rather than
conceal them. Even at a distance of fifty yards I could see that she was one hell of a lot
of female. When I had braked the car to a halt, she ran over to it quickly with an eager,
sexy smile on her well-formed face. Her eyes, blue and intense-looking, looked me over
and presumably summed me up in an instant. Her sexy smile became even more sexy
as I knocked open the car door. Apparently I met with her approval.
"Hi," I said, grinning. "Climb in and see what happens."
Again she flashed that sexy smile, holding it even after she had settled down on the seat
beside me. "Hi yourself," she said, her thigh touching mine and sending a sex signal
through my nervous system. "I'll be interested in finding out what'll happen.
Incidentally, thanks for stopping. Thought I was going to stand there all day."
I glanced at her big boobs, her slim waist, and grinned again. "No way, baby. You
wouldn't have stood there all day. Impossible."
"Thanks again," she said, laughing. "I'm Sue Raimey. Who are you?"
I rubbed my nose. "I have a hangover. I'm not sure today."
She laughed again. "Don't want to tell me? Married?"
"Nope. Not married. I prefer to live. Name's Dave Williams. Age, thirty-one.
Occupation, vacations, at the moment."
She sighed and moved her leg, and I felt the pleasant, tingling sensation of it touching
mine again. I began to grow in my pants. "You look like a real man," she remarked
oddly. "I'm glad. All I've been seeing lately are half-men. I hate half-men, don't you?"
"If you hate them, so do I." I started the car in motion, having been parked on the edge
of the highway much too long. That's a good way to be killed. "Any particular place
you want to go to?" I asked slowly.
She surprised me by sighing and saying, "Yes, absolutely. To bed!"
I glanced at her quickly. "What a nice thing to hear. Do you mean it or are you pulling
my leg?"
She moved over closer to me as I damn near drove the car into the ditch. I straightened
the car around quickly and both of us sighed. "Hey," she said, catching her breath, "do
I have that kind of effect on you, Dave Williams?"
"Yes. Yes, you do. Very, much so. I don't think I'm going to be able to wait for that
bed, Sue. Okay?"
"You want to turn off the road and ram a hard prick into me, Dave?"
I gulped. "Hey. Do you always talk this way?"
"Only when I meet a guy who looks for real, Dave."
"In answer to your question, yes. I do want to turn off the road and ram a hard prick
into you. Into your cunt, if I may use the word."
She moved even closer to me and the heat of her body was terrific. "You may not only
use the word, you may use the opening. My opening."
I grinned tensely, my prick as hard as stone now. "We seem to have become acquainted
very quickly. First side road I see, off I go."
She giggled. "Better wait till you've got it in, hadn't you?"
I grinned again. "I meant off we go, the car. You sound like you're hard up for a piece
of ass."
"I am. I've been around a lot of half-men lately. That's why. Damn Sissies!" She made
the sound with her mouth indicating disgust. 'They were more interested in other men,
I think."
I saw a corner just ahead and slowed the car sufficiently to make a right turn without
rolling over. "Sounds like you were at a boy's summer camp or something."
"Right," she said. "That is, I was at a girl's camp across the river from a boy's camp. I
used to visit the counselors now and then. I did this until I discovered they were all
sissies. About that time and for another reason I quit my job and... well, that's when
you picked me up back there."
I saw we were on a narrow dirt road and this was good. Very likely there would be a
wide spot up ahead somewhere. I knew I had to park this car soon because if I didn't
my pants would be a wet sticky mess. Already my erection was dripping beads of come.
Fortunately, I saw a place just ahead and stopped the car quickly, pulling off to one side
of the road. I cut the motor and turned in my seat. She had spoken boldly to me, so
now it was my turn. "Sure you want to be fucked, baby?" I asked, watching her titties
rise and fall.
She also turned on the seat and faced me. "Yes, I'm quite sure," she replied. "I've been
needing a fuck for the past month. I'll even suck you off if you prefer it that way,
Dave."
I slumped down on the seat. "Unzip me and take it out," I told her, my voice pulsating
with excitement. I had found a hot one in this broad. She was as ready as a woman can
ever be. I wondered if I would go off the moment she touched my cock. I hoped not.
She leaned on my thigh and unbuckled my belt. Then she unzipped me all the way and
snaked her hand inside my pants. I felt her fingers go about my stiff rod and heard her
sigh as she made contact. "Man, that rock-hard thing of yours feels good," she breathed.
"You have a big one, baby." She pulled my erection out of my pants, ran her fingers up
and down on it and suddenly leaned over to kiss it. When her lips touched the purplish
head of my joint I thought I was going to blow it all in her face, but somehow I
managed to hold it back. "You're really horny, aren't you Dave?" she said, kissing the
head repeatedly.
"You keep that up and you'll get a face full of come," I told her unsteadily. "You have
no idea of how great that feels."
"Oh yes I have," she 'said. "I like it, too. You have a nice cock, man. A real nice one,
good enough to eat."
"Then eat it, damnit," I growled.
She laughed shortly. "Sorry, Dave. Didn't mean to torment you with talk." Saying this,
she went down on me all the way and once again I nearly exploded but managed not
to. She pulled her mouth off my cock and glanced up at me. "Rather fuck me?" she
asked as innocently as someone might ask if you'd prefer a scotch to a beer.
"I'll stick it in either end, baby," I told her tensely. "Where do you want it first?" My
cock was actually quivering.
"I'll give you a blow job first, if you don't mind," she said. "I'm sure you can screw me
afterward, can't you?"
"Think so," I told her. "But will you please suck it and stop talking?" I was immediately
sorry I had spoken so sharply to her. Apologizing mildly, I patted her head and ran my
fingers though her long, silky hair.
"Nice," I murmured. "Silky hair makes me hot."
Saying this seemed to cause me to squirt slightly. She laughed softly upon seeing the
white milk flowing briefly and, lowering her head again, proceeded to lap it up. This so
excited me that I squirted 'more into her mouth which she greedily swallowed. A
moment later she glanced up at me and, removing my cock from her mouth, grinned.
"Keep on with it," I urged. "I'm so hot I'm ready to explode."

* * *

Later, we sat in the car smoking cigarettes. I had removed my shirt and undershirt and
was airing them out by having them hang on a branch of a tree nearby. Fortunately,
there was now a good breeze blowing and it struck us coming from the right, the breeze
felt terrific as it cooled me off and dried my flesh, for I had been as wet as if I had just
jumped into a pool with my clothing on.
She must have been reading my mind. "Breeze feels good, honey," she murmured, and
placed her head on my shoulder. "Man, were you ever hot," she continued. "I don't
mean your body. I mean you – sexually. I swear you must have blown a quart of come
into my mouth. Wow, what a cock you have, honey!" She lifted her head from my
shoulder and, opening the car door, climbed out to the ground. She squatted down and
I saw her peeing. I watched this with interest, not being in the least turned off by it,
and when she was through with it, she flashed me a smile and winked mischievously.
"You're a good fucker, honey," she said. "You're the best cocksman I've had between
my lips in months." She rose to her feet, stretched her arms high above her head,
looked at me and grinned. "Would you like me to do a French on you now? I'm ready
if you are, honey."
"Better rest a while longer," I said, my cock beginning to grow in my pants again. What
a hot creature she was. She couldn't get enough of it. My sort of broad. I like broads
who can't ever get enough.
"Think you can stand to wait another five minutes?"
"Guess so," she replied. 'Though I hate to waste the time." Laughing at her own
remark, she climbed back into the car and began to fondle my prick through the cloth
of my pants. "Ah – it's getting big again. Wonderful."
She unzipped my fly without asking and pulled out my dick, then, leaning over, kissed
it lovingly. What a gal. She was the sexiest broad I had known in a year. I wondered
what it would be like to keep her with me all during my two weeks' vacation. Maybe I
would ask her to join me for the two weeks. Maybe I would. I'd see. She just might
turn out to be – something other than I now thought she was. Broads were funny
sometimes. You should never judge a broad by a casual relationship such as the one I
was now having, and, incidentally, enjoying. "Hey, baby," she was saying, interrupting
my thoughts. "Where are you – gone somewhere?"
I laughed. "Oh, sorry, I was thinking."
"I asked you if you're ready to be taken, baby. Are you?"
"You really want to suck it again, Sue?" I asked, knowing damned well she did.
It was her turn to laugh, which she did. "Damned right I want to suck you off, baby.
This cock of yours turns me on like mad. I'd like to take it home with me, if I could."
I laughed again. "Sorry, I can't spare it. Have to keep it with me in case I feel like
screwing someone."
She said nothing more at the moment, but lowered her head to my penis and began to
lip it. It grew harder immediately. Apparently, this sent her, for she moaned and seized
my penis with her thumb and forefinger and held it at the base while she rubbed her
lips back and forth over the head of it. This felt so good I did a little moaning of my
own and moved about on the car seat to better part my legs for her. She pulled my
pants down with her other hand and I raised my body to help her with this. My pants
and shorts now down to my knees, she pushed them even lower, to my ankles.
"What a powerful, beautiful body you have, baby," she murmured. "Honestly, I could
eat your balls if it weren't for hurting you."
I grunted and slipped my hand down inside her blouse and cupped one of her large
titties. The titty was warm and velvety to the touch as well as being firm. I wanted to
suck her titties very much but couldn't reach them inasmuch as she was now going
down on me. This made her titties too far away from my lips, so I contented myself
with stroking them, fondling them and wondering how it would feel to go into her cunt
with my tongue.
"I love to suck your cock, honey," she moaned, removing her mouth from it
momentarily. "You taste so good. I can taste my own come on you, too. That makes it
even better."
I grinned tensely. "You like the taste of your cunt juice?" I asked.
Again she removed her mouth for a moment. "Yes, I like the taste of anything sexual.
Anything having to do with the sex organs, I mean." She plunged my quivering prick
back into her wet mouth and began to suck it frantically. I tried to stretch out more,
but the front seat of the car wasn't built for cocksucking pleasure, so I remained in my
rather uncomfortable position still able to enjoy her passionate activities.
"Oh, baby," she moaned thickly. "I love this so." Saying this, she reached between my
legs and gently lifted my balls and stroked them ever so tenderly. Evidently, this gal
knew very well how sensitive a guy's balls are. "Love to suck a nice cock," she went on,
her voice still thick and her words hardly intelligible. She went all the way down on me
then until her lips were buried in my pubic hair, while at the same time she somehow
managed to caress the head of my dick with her tongue. This was quite a trick and I
wondered how she accomplished it. I wondered about this, but not for long, for she
immediately began to jack me off in her mouth and it wasn't ten seconds later that I
erupted wildly into her with great, long shuddering spasms of come action "Shit," I
muttered. "The best ever."
She continued to lick my dick until it was clean and ready to be replaced in my pants,
which, much to my surprise, she did, zipping up the fly with great care. Evidently, she
had also had experience with the fly on a man's pants and knew what could happen if
she weren't careful. There is nothing as painful to a guy as having his penis flesh caught
in the zipper. It is enough to make the toughest of all men tremble. I had had it happen
to me once or twice.
"Thank you," I said softly, meaning I wanted to thank her for being so careful with the
zipper.
She misunderstood me, apparently. "Don't thank me, baby. Sucking your cock was my
pleasure. I love that cock of yours. I just met you and already I've got a kind of a sex
crush on you. You're the best suck and fuck I've known for-"
"You told me that before," I broke in, smiling at her.
She glanced up at me, for she was still leaning low over my body. Her blue eyes
twinkled and that was the word for it. Twinkled. She flashed me a smile and kissed my
tummy. "You'd better put your undershirt and shirt back on, baby. I think they're
probably as dry as they ever will be in this heat."
"Oh – why do you want me to do that?" I asked, puzzled.
She sat up on the seat and pulled her skirt down and brushed at her hair quickly, trying
to push it back into its proper place. "Because, baby, a car is coming – about half a mile
away. It might be cops."
I turned and glanced through the rear window. She was right. There was a car speeding
toward us. Quickly, I climbed out of the car and pulled on my shirts. I got back into
the car, started the motor and turned around as best I could. I hadn't driven more than
a hundred feet before meeting the other car. Again she had been right. It was a cruiser.
A couple of cops were in the front seat. They glanced at us closely when the two cars
met and passed. I fully expected them to signal me to stop. However, they seemed
satisfied that everything was all right, for they made no attempt to do so. I speeded the
car up and got back onto the highway as quickly as possible.
Funny thing – the moment I greatly accelerated the car, my penis began spurting in my
pants. Crazy.


Chapter 2

When dusk was nearing, I took a room in a small motel, after first ascertaining if Sue
minded sleeping with me, and this may sound odd because of the manner in which she
had conducted herself up to this point, but I thought she might pose some objection to
it. After all, who can tell how a female will react to anything? I can't. Never could. She
might have refused to enter the motel room with me for some reason or other. Perhaps
she might have been married. At any rate, as I have said, I found out before taking the
room if she wanted to sleep with me. Her answer was a pinch on the thigh and a
strange grin, both of which seemed to indicate that she wasn't only willing to sleep with
Dave Williams but extremely eager to do so.
I bought a fifth of bourbon, returned to the car, the key to the room in my hand,
climbed in and drove to the rear of the court. The first thing I did was to remove my
shirt and then open the bottle. Sue was already drawing off her blouse and when she
had done so, I stared with fascination at her huge breasts even though they were still
confined in her bra.
"You have nice, large titties, Sue," I told her. "Terrific, think I'll suck the hell out of
them before the night is over."
She sighed and looked away from the news program on the television. "I like to hear
you talk this way. Makes me hot and bothered."
"I may even suck your cunt, baby. What does that piece of information do to you?"
She laughed nervously. "Makes me even hotter and more bothered, Dave. I'd love to
have your tongue cream me off. How soon before you get around to it? She seemed
wistful, eager, and even anxious. What a woman she was.
I laughed and touched her titty as she sighed deeply and began to wet her lips. "Let's
have a couple of drinks and then we'll see what happens, baby," I told her. "But let me
ask you something first. Do you ever get enough sex?"
"Only one time," she said, grinning oddly. "Don't ask me about it."
I was immediately interested. "Why not ask you about it? Tell me. I'm curious as hell
now."
She sighed again. "Okay, I was gang raped one time. Twelve boys jumped me, most of
them twice. I guess I got fucked about twenty times that night, all in the space of three
hours or so."
My cock went instantly hard. "Really? Twelve boys? How old were you? At the time, I
mean."
"Fourteen."
"How did it happen?"
"I was hot for a boy, so when these two brothers invited me into a house because their
parents were gone away for the weekend, I accepted and laid both of them. While I was
getting fucked by brother number two, brother number one called up all his friends,
who, I guess, practically broke their legs running to the house in record time. At any
rate, I raised hell about all those boys standing around the bed watching me get fucked
by brother number two, but brother number one slapped me across the face and told
me to shut my slut mouth, that if his friends wanted to fuck me, then his friends were
going to fuck me." She sighed deeply and looked at me. "They did, all ten of them –
that is, twelve in all, and, as I said, most of them twice. That was one time I had too
much screwing. However-" Here she laughed, " – two days later I was back in the
saddle again, so to speak. What I mean is, a boy took me into the country in his car
and fucked me all evening long. It was wonderful. I don't remember how many times
that kid went off in my cunt, but it was very, very satisfactory. At least I thought so at
the time." She patted my thigh intimately. "Of course, that kid was just a jerk-off piker
compared to a man like you, Dave."
"I can't imagine what it would be like to have intercourse with twelve women," I said
softly. "I think I'd like to try it sometime, though." I had deliberately steered away from
her flattery. I don't care too much about flattery, from certain females, strange as it may
sound. Sue was one of these females. When certain females flatter you, they usually
want something from you. I was willing to give her all the cock she wanted. Hell, yes,
but what else did she want? Money? A meal ticket?
What? I got my mind off this line of thought with some difficulty. Why spoil a good
time worrying about such matters? "Hey," I told her. "Take off your bra. I want to see
those boobs of yours. I like having women sit around topless. Turns me on like mad."
She was taking off her bra before I had stopped talking. Her boobs jumped out of the
thing like mad. I stared at them, my mouth going suddenly dry. They were magnificent,
all pink and white and full and firm with the nipples already hard, or so they looked. I
touched one of them. It was hard, all right.
"Oh – I like that," she cooed. "Touch me all over, honey, you hot man, you."
I laughed and bent over her, taking a tit in my mouth and running my tongue over it.
If I wanted to have a couple of drinks first, then this tit-tonguing was a mistake because
she immediately unzipped my fly, removed my cock, and began running her fingers up
and down on it in a jacking-off motion. I had to force myself to take my lips from her
warm, soft titty and straightened up. "Hey," I said. "We were going to have some
drinks first. Remember?"
"All right," she said, sighing again. "You take a drink and I'll play with your penis."
I grinned. "All right." I raised the bottle to my lips and took a short drink. You should
never take a long one from a bottle. Not for the first drink. I had seen a guy damned
near strangle to death trying this one time. It had taught me a lesson. I handed the
bottle to her. "Use one hand," I said. "Don't drink too much the first time."
Apparently, she had never had the same experience that I had had because she tipped
the bottle up and drank three times as much as I had. Still holding onto my stiff prick,
running her fingers up and down at the same time, She tipped the bottle to her lips
again and this time drank more than before. She handed the bottle back to me and
wiped her lips. "Tastes good," she said. "But I like the taste of your penis better."
I nearly dropped the bottle, my laughter was so sudden. Recovering it without spilling
very much, I got a firmer grip on it and raised it to my mouth and drank. I put the
bottle down and capped it. "You're some woman," I remarked. "You really are. Do you
really like the taste of my penis?"
"If I was your wife, I'd go to sleep every night sucking on it," she answered.
This made me laugh all the more. "If you did that, how would I ever get any sleep?"
She grinned and kissed my prick and straightened up again. "Oh, you would never get
any sleep in bed. You'd have to get your sleep days, on the job."
"Sounds good. Who needs sleep anyhow?"
"Give me another drink, Dave. I feel like getting a bit high. When I'm high, I can fuck
all night without stopping."
"You can," I said, "but how do you know I can?"
She flashed me a blue-eyed devilish look. "You can do it. I know a horny guy when I
see one. You definitely are a horny guy. A super horny guy. I'll bet you could fuck for
eight hours without stopping."
I uncapped the bottle and handed it to her and she took a long drink from it. I could
tell this woman was an experienced whiskey drinker, and I liked her for it. Women who
can't drink anything but butterball concoctions leave me slightly cold. She handed the
bottle back and I took a good pull on it. I was beginning to feel the stuff.
"Hey," she said as if reading my mind, "are you feeling it as much as I am?"
"Yes," I replied, "but I'd prefer feeling something else."
She giggled a bit. "You mean like my lips about your cock?"
"Right. Take off all your clothing. I want to see that magnificent body, all .of it."
She gave me a sly look. "I will if you will," she said. "After all, I'd like to see your ass
and things, too."
I stripped off my undershirt and pants and shorts as well as shoes and socks and sat
down nude on the bed. Glancing at her, I saw her draw off her stockings and hang
them over the back of a chair. Her skirt came off next and then her garter belt. She was,
as I have previously stated, wearing no panties, and as she turned about to face me I
sucked in my breath audibly at the sight of her body. She was built even better than I
had thought. She was perfect in just about every way imaginable. Her breasts were large
and firm and pointed. Her waist was slim and inviting. Her thighs were oval-shaped,
not round as some otherwise well-stacked women's were. They were firm-looking and
solid, not loose flesh to jiggle as she moved. My cock became unbelievably hard as I
looked at her.
I could have fucked her in the asshole and liked it better than the average female's cunt.
"You're some broad," I said without thinking.
She laughed. "Don't blush, Dave. I don't mind being called a broad to my face. That's
what I am – a broad – a cunt. I like having you refer to me as a broad or a cunt or a
piece of ass. These things turn me on. Matter of fact, I wish you'd call me all sorts of
horny-sounding things. Help yourself, in other words. Call me a fuck object it you want
to. Anything you like."
I grinned tensely. "Hi, fuck object," I said. "How's my cock taker feeling at the
moment?"
"Your cock taker feels like taking a cock, sir," she said, placing a forefinger under her
chin and doing a semi-dip with her legs.
I entered into the spirit of the thing. "You may proceed when ready, Gridley," I quoted.
"Would you like to have your asshole licked, sir?" she asked coquettishly.
I sighed. "Yes, yes I would. I have never had my asshole licked."
"If you will please get up on your hands and knees and face away from me, Dave." Her
voice was strained now. I knew she was as hot as could be, and this served to make me
extremely passionate. I did as she requested, getting onto my hands and knees,
spreading my legs apart somewhat and waiting for the touch of her lips to my asshole.
"Are you ready, baby?" she asked as she moved up behind me.
"Go," I told her. "Suck my ass, honey."
She grasped my butt with her hands, squeezing the flesh hard but pulling the cheeks
apart at the same time. "Here I come, ready or not," she said, reminding me of the
hide-and-seek game I had played as a child.
"Come on. Come and get me," I rasped.
My pulse was racing like crazy now. This woman had a way of driving a guy almost out
of his mind by the simple use of certain words. "Suck my ass, baby, suck the hell out of
it." It pleased me to say this to her – it was such an odd thing to say to a woman. It
turned me on more than I already was. "Suck my ass, baby," I repeated. "I'm waiting
for the touch of your lips."
She shoved her face in my crotch then and I felt the light, wet, warm touch of her lips
and tongue as my anus was caressed wonderfully well. She kept on doing it, stopping
every now and then lightly but passionately bite the flesh around my asshole, including
that of the cheeks of my butt. My cock was dripping come now and I thought I would
surely spray the bed before much more of this wild treatment was given me. However, I
didn't blow off just then, though several times during the next three minutes I came
close to it. She must have sensed this, for she stuck her tongue far up my asshole,
reaming me out beautifully, while at the same time grasping my dick and pinching the
end of it, just in back of the head, to prevent me from squirting out come, wasting it.
If you've never had your asshole reamed out by a beautiful blonde's tongue you won't
know the sensations that passed through me. It was terrific and one that I will never
forget, not if I live to be a hundred. It seemed that my balls were getting larger, though
this was, of course, improbable. If they weren't growing, something inside of me was,
whatever it would be. My cock couldn't possibly got any larger or harder, so I knew this
wasn't what was happening, but whatever it was it was great.
Her tongue – the way she used it – was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
She went in and out of me much in the manner of a cock entering and withdrawing
from a cunt.
It was the idea of it that got to me. Her face. All pink and pretty, her skin flawless,
young-looking. Her tongue, clean, pink, and pointed – and stuck up my asshole.
It was enough to drive a man out of his mind.
When she thought – and she thought correctly – I had had about all I could stand of
this, she pulled her tongue out of my ass and, thrusting her head between my legs from
behind, twisted her body around so that her face was up and her lips reaching for my
penis. I happened to glance down when I felt her make the move and I saw her tongue
darting out of her mouth and caressing the head of my dick. Man, I wanted to blow it
all in her face then and there, but somehow I managed to hold it back, to keep it going,
to enjoy it more.
"Fuck me in the mouth, baby," she pleaded. "Please?"
So I fucked her in the mouth and, man, was that another sensation I liked. I kept on
pumping my prick in and out of her mouth while her lips tugged at my hard-on and
her tongue licked the head of it. Sensation after sensation passed over me and when I
again looked down at her face, I saw her eyes were shut.
"Fuck my face, baby," she begged, her tone of voice thick and almost incomprehensible
because my cock was in her so deeply. "Fuck my face, please. Blow your goo down my
throat."
There was such intensity in her tone that it set me up in fine fashion. I was ready for
anything at all now and quickly pushing her away from me – she fought against this,
desperately trying to retain my hard-on between her sucking lips – I reversed positions
so that I was lying on top of her but with my face near her cunt. Naturally, she picked
up on what I was attempting to accomplish – it would have been idiotic of her not to –
and began to suck me again while I buried my face in her fur' and sniffed her cunt my
heart now pounding like a jack hammer. Her fur was stiff yet silky, if that makes any
sense. Put it this way – one way I would rub my lips on it it was stiff. Another way it
was silky. At any rate, it was unbelievably exciting to have my face buried in her spot. I
parted her legs with my hands and was amazed at the heat of her thighs. They felt as if
she had been sitting on a stove for a considerable period of time. Man, what thighs she
had! Hot, as I have just stated, and moist and solid though not hard like a man's would
be. There were no ugly muscles showing on this girl's body. She was all firm woman,
yet soft too, in a sense.
I ran my tongue the length of her slit.
"Oh – baby-" she moaned, half-sitting up and moving me with her. She sank back
down to the bed immediately – my weight was a bit much for her to lift in this fashion,
I suppose. "Oh – baby-" she repeated, holding my cock with her thumb and finger
while she spoke. "Lick my slit, honey, while you fuck my face. Oh, shit, I'm so hot I'm
ready to go up in smoke."
I went into her cunt as far as I could. My tongue found her button and I rubbed it over
the little nub at a fast rate of speed. This nearly drove her out of her mind, if the way
she groaned and clutched at me was any indication. Obviously, this girl liked to be
sucked as well as suck.
And so did I.
I used my fingers and spread her cunt wide, holding the lips apart and pressing my
mouth deeply into her hole. I worked my tongue about expertly and once again she
groaned and clutched at my flesh, squeezing the hell out of me. Her passion gave her
great finger strength, and I hoped she would have presence of mind enough not to grab
my balls and apply such pressure to them. Such treatment would be hellishly painful
and dangerous, and, if she were to do this, I would have no choice but to bite her cunt
so hard she would scream and let go.
All the time I was tonguing her cunt she was, of course, sucking my prick with great
passion and expertise so much so that I could have blown in her at any moment. I held
back, just as I had done the other times we had had intercourse, because I wanted to
enjoy this act for a long time. I like to keep the thing going. There is nothing more
depressing to me than to have a quick piece of ass, no matter in what fashion it is done.
Time. Take time and plenty of it. That's the way I operate and always have. Women
like this and will show their appreciation to a guy who gives them a long sex thrill. This
girl was no exception, apparently, for the way she was moaning sounded like she was
enjoying a frantic and pure ecstasy and this in turn gave me greater pleasure. It is a
satisfying thing to know, at the time, that you are causing the other person to become
hotter and hotter as the moments of sensation slip by.
"Oh – honey-" The words came from her mouth garbled and thick, for my cock was
very large in her throat now.
"Man – this is great-" These words came from me, and I meant them. Her cunt was
sending forth sweet-tasting nerve-tingling fluids, thick but not too thick, hot but not
too hot. I drank in the fluids and swallowed greedily, loving every bit. Her cunt was
now so hot it threatened to burn my tongue, and I'm not exaggerating. She began to
thrash about frantically, her hips moving every which way, and this made it more
difficult for me to tongue her cunt well. I had to, finally, seize her hips with my hands
and press them down hard against the bed. Evidently she didn't want to lie still, for she
struggled to free her body from my grasp. However, I am a strong man and she was
only wasting her strength by trying to move, a fact she soon began to understand, I
supposed.
It seemed as if we had some kind of a pre-arranged plan, for a few moments later both
of us began to increase the speed of our lips and tongue movements. She was now
going down on me all the way, and in a very fast manner, her lips squeezing my cock
tightly as they rubbed me off, while I was dipping my tongue deeply into her slit and
traversing the entire length of it, from her asshole to the top of her lower body. My
moving head, I guess, would have resembled a man nodding affirmatively and doing it
in a most vigorous manner, for I was determined that this should be a tongue-in-cunt
job on her that she would always remember.
"Oh-" she moaned. "Oh – shit – I can't stand – it."
I didn't waste my energy on mere words. I honey-dipped her until she was nearly out of
her skull – as she admitted to me later – while at the same time, she sucked everything
from me, every drop I had.
When I blew in her, it was like an explosion. Like a dam bursting, the water rushing to
escape its confinement. I poured my come into her mouth as she sucked me frantically,
seeking to get all of it. And then I felt her stiffen and shudder violently.
"Oh – baby-" she cried thickly.
"I'm – coming – coming – oh – baby – suck my cunt – oh – oh – oh!"
I tongued and sucked her slit until both of us went limp from sheer exhaustion. For a
long time I continued to lay on top of her as our bodies quivered and shook like minor
earthquakes. Finally, I climbed off and staggered to the toilet to pee. I wasn't the least
bit surprised when she followed me in and insisted on holding my penis while I drained
it.
What a woman! What a hell of a sexy woman she was.


Chapter 3

We had a few more drinks finally and then slept like two babies. When I awakened in
the morning, I reached out for her only to discover she wasn't in bed. I sat up quickly
and glanced at the shower room door. It stood open and no water was running in the
room. I leaped out of bed, glanced into the shower room, saw she wasn't there and then
a bad thought hit me. I picked up my trousers and took out my wallet. I checked
through the billfold part and discovered that some fifty dollars was missing. I shook my
head, replaced the wallet in my pants and sat down on the bed while I lit a cigarette. So
she had robbed me of fifty bucks and cut out. One of that kind of broads.
I took a drag on the cigarette, blew the smoke out, snubbed out the cigarette and got to
my feet. Checking the door of the room to see if it was unlocked, I discovered it was, so
locking it, I again shook my head, swore softly and stepped into the shower room.
When I had cleared my head by standing under the cool water for a considerable period
of time, I dried my body, got dressed and left the room. I immediately looked back into
the room to see if her grip and purse were missing. Both were gone. I swore again,
climbed into the car and drove down the highway, looking for a place to eat breakfast. I
found such a place about a mile away. I entered and ordered ham and eggs.
When I had finished my breakfast, I paid my check at the cashier's counter and started
out to my car. When I was halfway there, I stood dead in my tracks.
Sue Raimey was sitting in the front seat waiting for me.
I lit a cigarette, fought to control my temper, did so, and walked, finally, to the car and
climbed in. I closed the door and turned to her. "My fifty, please," I said coolly. I held
my hand out.
She bit her Ups, colored, and withdrew the money from her purse. She dropped it in
my hand and I counted it. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was almost broke. I lost my head. I
walked to the restaurant and saw you enter just as I was leaving by the side door. I was
going to walk back to the motel, return your money and ask you to forgive me. I saw
your car and climbed in it to wait for you."
I looked her straight in the eye and believed her. "Have you had any breakfast?"
"Coffee. I didn't want anything more."
"Where is your grip?"
She glanced over the top of the seat. "In the rear."
I rubbed my nose. "You were broke, you say?"
"Yes, almost so. I'm sorry I stole your money, Dave."
"So am I, Sure. Too bad."
"I was a stinker. You were nice to me and I was a stinker."
I looked into her blue eyes again. There was something in them that told me she was
no stinker, not really, only a desperate girl. "No, that's not necessary, Sue. Don't put
yourself down. It's okay. I've done a few things in my life that weren't just kosher, too.
Everyone has. Forget it. You took fifty bucks, but you gave it back. You didn't have to.
You could have gone to the ladies' room and remained hidden there until I drove away.
"You didn't do this. You chose to come to my car and wait for me. So – as I said, forget
it. I'm not angry. I admit I was surprised and a little hurt when I found you gone and
the money missing, but – well, hell, like I just said, forget it."
She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. "You're a nice guy, Dave Williams.
Anyone ever tell you that?"
"Yes," I said, grinning at her. "Very pretty blonde told me that – just now."
"I owe you something, Dave Williams. Guess I owe you a lot. Most guys would turn
me in to the cops or beat me up. I want to pay off, baby. What do you want from me?
What can I give you that will make us both feel better?"
"Tell you what," I said, placing my hand on her lush thigh and giving it a squeeze as
she had done to mine. "You stay with me for a while. I'm on my vacation. I have no
wife or family, or anyone else, except some drinking pals in the city, and I think I'd like
for you to come along. I don't know where I'm going – it doesn't matter. I would enjoy
having that lush body of yours close to me, however."
She moved over on the seat until her thigh was touching mine. "Why don't you go to
bed for your vacation, Dave? I'll go with you. You can have a real fun time by going to
bed and staying there." She smiled when she said it.
I smiled and started the car. "Sounds like a wonderful idea. But don't you think we'd
grow weak after a time?"
She giggled a little. "We could have a refrigerator handy, have it filled with food and
drink. When I say 'handy' I mean right next to the bed. We could screw and then if
you got hungry I'd fix you a ham sandwich to keep up your strength. Doesn't it sound
like fun?"
"Yes," I said, laughing. "Sounds like great fun. Also sounds like the scheming of a 
sexmad woman." I headed the car toward the highway, waiting my chance to get onto it,
for there was quite a bit of traffic.
She laughed and pinched my thigh very close to where my cock was beginning to grow.
"Dave," she said, "I'm serious now. Do you think you can drive this car while I stick
your cock? After all, I didn't have much for breakfast."
"That's all my come is? Breakfast? My dear girl, you have no conception of how you
depress my spirits," I said in mock fashion, not meaning it at all.
"Oh – I don't want to ever depress you," she exclaimed quickly. "Please don't let
yourself be depressed. To be depressed is the most terrible thing I can think of."
"Really?" We were now on the highway and the car was picking up speed. "Why do
you say that?"
She leaned against my arm, causing me to swerve out of the right-hand lane
momentarily. I righted the car and brought it back where it should be, then speeded up
more to stay constant with the traffic stream. "Why," she said, "don't we get off this
busy road and find another side road like the one we were on yesterday, for example.
Gee, we had a lot of fun then. Wonderful time."
I patted her legs and immediately she clasped my hand and pressed it against her cunt.
"Put your finger in my cunt, Dave, baby. Finger-fuck me while you drive."
"Come on," I said, half-laughing, "you know it's too dangerous to do that. You want to
live, don't you? Take a look at some of those large trailer trucks in back of us."
She glanced into the rearview mirror and nodded. "Darn it," she said. "Just when I feel
like sucking your prick."
When I heard her say this, I became extremely hard and instantly. I grinned nervously.
"Feel my prick," I told her, "but don't suck it. I'll drive into the ditch if you try that."
She placed her hand over my cock and pressed down firmly. I heard her sigh and,
flashing her a quick look, saw her great breasts rise and fall sexily. The next thing I
knew she had unzipped my fly and snaked her hand into my pants. I concentrated on
driving very hard now because I knew that our lives depended on my doing it. When I
felt her cool fingers go around my hard-on and heard her sigh again, I once more
glanced at her quickly. She was wetting her lips and breathing deeply.
"Shit," she murmured, "touching this cock of yours makes me hot. Can't we stop
somewhere so I can drain it with my lips?" Saying this, she began to gently jack me.
"Better take your hand out of my pants," I said unsteadily. "Wait till I can find a side
road, baby. "We were traveling at a fast rate of speed now in order to keep up with the
traffic stream.
She removed her hand from my cock and zipped me up. "Life can be an awful damned
drag sometimes, can't it?"
I laughed tensely. "Don't worry, Sue. I'll blow my cock in your mouth as soon as
possible."
"I want it now," she said strongly. "Gee, I guess I'm still a child at heart. When I want
something badly I want it immediately."
"There. Up ahead," I said. "We can turn off." I had seen another car make the turn and,
when we came to it, I checked the trucks in back of me, signaled that I was leaving the
road, and did so. A few moments later we were on a dirt road that looked about the
same as the one we had been on the day before. I drove for about a mile and stopped
the car, cutting the motor. "Hi," I said. "Cocksucking time."
She laughed and, moving close to me again, kissed me on the lips. I grabbed her and
pushed her over on the seat, my lips buried in hers. We tongue-kissed for a time,
sucking each other's tongue but finding it not enough. I began to pull open her blouse
while she unzipped my pants. I got one of her titties in my mouth before she could
wrap her lips about my joint. Then I realized that I was holding her down on the seat
in such a manner that she couldn't reach me. I lifted her and placed her down on her
side with her back to the rear of the seat. I turned my body around, lifting her skirt as I
did so. I felt her lips go about my prick at the same moment I pulled down her panties,
but, when I got them down and began to kiss her cunt, she moaned and bit me lightly.
"Hey," I cried in alarm. "Don't do that, baby. Don't ever do that. You scared the hell
out of me with that."
She laughed softly. "Just a love bite, Dave. Wouldn't harm your prick for anything in
the world. Love it too much, much too much." Her lips returned to my cock and this
time they felt even warmer then the first time.
"Do you like having me tongue your slit, Sue?" I asked, wanting her to talk about the
acts before we did them. There is something wonderfully gratifying about talking
sexually before indulging, I had long before learned.
She removed her lips from my quivering cock. "Love it, honey – oh, shit – Dave –
look-" I sat up quickly to see an old broad – she was about forty – standing by the car,
peering in at us, a look of utter depravity on her not unpretty face. Her hair was
somewhat gray and originally black, I thought. Quickly, I zipped up my pants and
covered Sue's thighs while she sought to pull her blouse together. "Who are you, lady?"
I rasped, half-embarrassed and half-angry. "Where did you come from?"
The woman grinned and pointed at a car parked about a hundred feet ahead of mine. I
recognized it as being the same car that had turned off the highway ahead of me. I had
forgotten about it being on this road. "My car quit running, so I came back to get some
help," the woman said, still grinning and darting glances from my crotch to Sue's titties.
"I must say I was enjoying what you two were doing. Please continue with your suck
fest. I liked watching your fuck activities. I won't bother you. Just let me watch, huh?"
What was she – some kind of nut? I rubbed my nose. "What's the matter with your
car?" I asked, trying to get her mind off what Sue and I had been doing. I noted the
blackness of her eyes, the lust in them, still.
"Out of gas, but never mind my car," she said. "My name is Mrs. Coggins. I live down
the road. Got a big house. Live there all alone except for a servant or two. Say-" Here
she peered at me closely. "Why don't you get on with your cunt kissing, young man?"
I flushed just a trifle but wasn't really embarrassed by her remark. "Do you enjoy
watching a guy cunt kiss a girl, old woman?" I asked, knowing she wasn't an old
woman but deciding she needed to be knocked down just a bit.
"You bet," the woman said. "And you, young lady. I liked the way you were Frenching
his pecker. Turned me on like mad. Felt like sticking my thumb up my box and jacking
off."
I'd never heard that term used in regard to women before. "How far from here do you
live?" I asked, an idea hitting me.
"Three or four miles. Why don't you and the girl drive me there and I'll provide you
with a nice bed to fuck in? Well, you don't have to fuck, of course, but-" She stopped
talking and rubbed her nose.
"Let's do that, Dave," Sue said quickly.
I shrugged. "Okay, Mrs. Coggins. Come around to the other side of the car and climb
in. We'll take you home. Your car will be okay .until you can send one of those servants
you mentioned after it."
She walked around the car, her tits jouncing about like a well-stacked young girl's. Sue
nudged me and I grinned and nodded.
"She's a hot old biddy," Sue said.
"Yeah," I returned. "She sure as hell is." I suspected that Mrs. Coggins was anything
but an old biddy.
Sue opened the door on her side. Mrs. Coggins got in, slammed the door and grinned
at us. "Straight ahead for the best fucking bed you've ever been in, kiddies." She
pinched Sue's leg.
I was beginning to wonder if this woman might not be an escapee from a nut factory,
and I had no more than had the thought than she spoke to me.
"You can drive right on, young man. I'm not an escaped lunatic. I am just a hot woman
who liked what she saw you two doing. Want to watch you do some more of it. Like
watching men and women fuck and suck each other.
"Greatest pastime in the world. Once I watched a woman fuck a Shetland pony.
Damnedest thing you ever saw. Made me so hot I almost fainted." She directed her next
remark to Sue. "Say, don't mean to offend you, but have you ever been fucked by a
Shetland pony, young woman?"
Sue grinned and gasped at the same time. "My goodness no. What a horrible question.
Do you always ask people such questions?"
Mrs. Coggins laughed. "Hell, no, baby. Wouldn't dare to – unless I caught the person
sucking a guy's cock. Then I might."
Sue laughed along with her and soon I joined in. Sue said, finally, "You're quite a
character, Mrs. Coggins. Don't you have a husband?"
"Nope. No husband. Not now. Had a bunch of 'em. All died. Stupid bastards, up and
dying on me and just when I need them to stick the old prong into me."
Sue said nothing to this and I was damned if I could think of anything appropriate at
the moment. A few seconds later I said, "How far away is your house, Mrs. Coggins?"
She waved her arm. "We'll be there in another minute or two. Just keep driving, young
man. By the way, what did you say your names were?" She addressed this question to
both of us, obviously.
Sue answered, "I don't remember if we told you or not. I'm Sue Raimey and this is
Dave Williams."
"My first name is Grace," Mrs. Coggins said. To me she said, "You don't happen to
know any forty-year-old bachelors, do you? I could use one for fucking purposes. Don't
want some half-man. Want a real horny one."
"I know a few such men," I told her, smiling. "But they're in the city. I know no one in
the country. First time I've ever been in this part of the state."
"Maybe," Mrs. Coggins said, looking at Sue quickly, "the young lady wouldn't mind if I
made a few passes at you when she isn't sucking or fucking you. How about it? Sue,
was that your name? Would you object to my getting a few thrills from your guy?"
Sue laughed. "Not if he doesn't. His cock belongs to him, not to me."
"How about you, Dave Williams?" Mrs. Coggins wanted to know. "You willing to fuck
a woman a few years older than you?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," I said, glancing swiftly at her large falling and rising
bosom. "If Sue has no objections, we could even invite her to watch."
Sue giggled. "I'd love to watch you fuck her," she said. "I'm as much of a voyeur as the
next person."
Before I could say anything, I saw a large house loom up in front of us. The road, I
noted, curved off to the left and around the house as if the house had been there first. It
looked to be an old place but not real old. It was constructed of wood, was painted
white, and had two floors.
"Just pull right up in front of the door, Mr. Williams," Mrs. Coggins said. "Josh will
take care of your car for you, put it in the garage if you wish." She coughed. "Josh is my
manservant."
"The car will be all right here in front, Mrs. Coggins," I told her. "After all, we won't be
staying overnight."
Her hand flew to her face. "Oh, dear, I do hope you're not the type to fuck and run.
Please say you'll stick around and – who knows? – I might even put on an exhibition
for you. Fuck a police dog or something of that nature. Do you find such things
exciting, young people?" She was addressing her question, again, to both of us.
I scarcely knew what to say. Sue answered for both of us. "Depends on the mood we're
in, Mrs. Coggins. Very generous of you to offer to thrill us, I must say."
We climbed out of the car and entered the house. It was an expensively furnished place,
I'll say that for it. The furniture, what I could see of it from the hall, was quite old, but
everything was of good quality. I wondered why anyone would build a house of this
type in the woods for there was a wood all around us. I glanced about, taking note of
the high ceilings, the many rooms that were visible from my vantage point at the front
of the hall.
"Now then, you two young people go into the parlor – through that door right there,"
Mrs. Coggins instructed us. "And I'll be with you in a minute. If you wish to begin
sucking each other off, please do so. No one will bother you here. Of course, I might
enter the room, but only for the purpose of watching the exciting event. Will you
excuse me, please?" Sometimes Mrs. Coggins spoke quite well, I observed. Other times
she sounded like Ma Kettle.
"Thank you, Mrs. Coggins," Sue answered. "Where is the bathroom?"
"There are many bathrooms in this old house, dear. There's one off the parlor, even.
You can't fail to find it." And saying this, Mrs. Coggins was gone from the hall,
opening and closing a door nearby quickly.
I glanced at Sue and saw her smiling. I smiled, too. "Some gal, huh?" I said She actually
blushed. "Do I sound like some kind of wanton?"
"You sound good to me. Wonder if the old gal – I mean, Mrs. Coggins, has any sauce
in the joint."
"Let's go into the parlor and find out. Parlor," Sue went on. "I haven't heard a room
called a parlor in I don't know when."
"People call it that still," I said. "In rural areas, I think."
"Well – this is certainly about as rural as you can get, Dave."
We entered the parlor, a very large room. I saw a bar and headed for it. I started to
pout two drinks, then stopped and got another glass and poured three. I had almost
forgotten to fix one for our hostess. I picked up the glasses and headed to the spot
where Sue was sitting – a very long sofa. I stopped short and stared at the sight.
A large police dog with a very evident hard-on was sniffing at Sue's legs. What was
more – she was letting him. The dog began to jerk his rear end about in a fucking
movement and the next thing I knew he had tried to mount Sue's leg. His long, hard
prick was pumped at her nylons in furious fashion. Sue made no movement to force the
dog to get down, so I did it.
"Hey," I yelled at him. "Get away from her, damn you. That's my girl."
Sue glanced up at me and giggled. The dog slunk away and left the room, though I
suspected he didn't want to. His prick was so long now that it nearly dragged on the
carpet.
"Mrs. Coggins," Sue said softly, "evidently has her dog well-trained."
I managed a nervous grin. "Yeah," I said, "didn't he scare you a bit?"
"He definitely did," Sue admitted. "I was afraid to move for fear he would bite me."
"Drink your drink, Sue," I said nervously. "I have a feeling we should clear out of
here."
"Oh – come now," Mrs. Coggins said from the doorway, "you mustn't be frightened off
just because that bad boy, Prince, got out of line. I had no idea he was in the house or I
would have seen to it that he was confined to my – er – bedroom."
"You keep him in your bedroom, Mrs. Coggins?" Sue asked, and I could see the
fascination in her eyes, as well as hear the tremor in her voice.
Mrs. Coggins came all the way into the room. "Certainly, my dear. After all, I have no
husband, you see, and a woman must have some sort of male about, doesn't she?" She
glanced from one of us to the other as if challenging us to argue against her point of
view, but. neither Sue nor myself said a word.


Chapter 4

Mrs. Coggins was dressed, I suddenly noted, in a very flimsy see-through dress of some
kind. It was long and appeared to be almost – but not quite – a nightdress. I stared at
her hard now, wondering again if she were some kind of nut. She was smiling and
looked pretty, much more so than she had on the road, and I had to admit that if she
were a nut, she was a damned nice-looking one. Her titties were much in evidence –
the outline of them, that is – and her ass arched out in back of her like a shelf. Mrs.
Coggins was no awful-looking dame, believe me. On the contrary, she was quite sexy.
"Well, come on, you two," she said at length. "Don't just stand there. Let's go to a
bedroom, dears, and see what we shall see. You can both undress in front of me. It
won't bother me a bit. well, perhaps it will a bit but not enough so that-" Her voice
trailed off and she began tugging at her bra straps.
Glancing up at the two of us – we were standing there close together now, and I
suppose it looked as if we were doing this for mutual protection – Mrs. Coggins smiled
nicely and moved toward a doorway that led from the parlor. Almost automatically, Sue
and I followed her through the doorway. We saw we were in a very large bedroom with
an enormous bed. Everything about this place appeared to be enormous. I wondered, in
a pseudo-humorous manner, if her cunt was the same way.
"You two go right ahead and take your clothes off," Mrs. Coggins said, seating herself
on a chair in the corner. "Me, I'm going to watch the whole thing and enjoy it to beat
hell. I haven't seen anyone undress in a long – in several days. Don't be bashful. Take
your clothes off and let Mrs. Coggins see that pretty cunt and that nice, hard cock. Mrs.
Coggins, believe you-me, has an eye for nice ones, be they cocks or cunts. Mrs. Coggins
likes 'em both. Cocks, cunts, don't make no different. Or should I say doesn't make any
difference? When I start talking about cocks and cunts, my grammar gets all fucked up,
know what I mean?" She winked at us.
"Go on now," she continued. "Take off those clothes and do what you were starting to
do when I interrupted you back on the road. Suck each other off if you like. My, I'd
love to watch you two young people suck each other off. Wow!"
I had made no move to undress, but had, in fact, about made up my mind to tell the
lady to go to hell and grab Sue and clear out of the place. But to my surprise, I saw that
Sue was already undressed. She let her clothing drop to the floor where she stood and
turned and looked at me, one hand on a naked hip.
"Well, baby," Sue asked, "do we entertain or not?"
I grinned and glanced at Mrs. Coggins who was now leaning forward to get a better
look. "From the looks of you," I told Sue, "it appears that we put on the exhibition.
Shouldn't we charge for this?" I added somewhat sarcastically.
"That's all right, young man," Mrs. Coggins interrupted, speaking to me as if I were
twenty years younger than she, while, as matter of fact, I was probably no more than
ten years her junior. "I'll pay you what you think you're worth. Money doesn't mean a
thing around here. Not a fucking thing. Screw money. Any shit of a fool can have
money. You must go ahead and strip off and fuck her. Let Mrs. Coggins see your prick,
boy, and then ram it up the young lady's twat. Wow! What a sight that's going to be!"
Mrs. Coggins was laughing like crazy, but she didn't sound crazy. Not crazy-crazy, if
you know what I mean. She merely sounded as if she were about to have a ball, which
was okay with me. I like people who can enjoy themselves.
"So you want to see a cock, do you?" I asked her. "All right!" I pulled off my shirt and
shoes and pants, then my undershirt and socks and briefs. My cock was semi-hard. I
turned and pointed it directly at the woman sitting in the comer, her eyes bulging. Mrs.
Coggins gasped. "What a whopper!" she shrilled, breathing fast. "That's one made for
sucking off, girl. You better take it in your mouth or by golly, I just may!"
Sue laughed and dropped to her knees. "You want to see me suck it, Mrs. Coggins?"
she said. "Very well. Watch closely while I kiss it off tenderly."
My cock became very hard instantly. I felt Sue's lips nuzzling it, felt her tongue running
over it, though I wasn't looking down at her but at Mrs. Coggins, who seemed about to
explode from sheer passion. She got up from her chair and crept on her hands and
knees to the spot where Sue was sucking my cock.
She came close to me and ran her tongue up the rear of my leg until she came to my
asshole. Sue didn't object to her doing this, so I saw no reason why I should. Besides, I
liked having the two women running their tongues over my body. Mrs. Coggins got
hers between the crack cheeks of my ass and began to dart it in and out of my asshole,
while at the same time, of course, Sue was sucking my cock. It was a hell of a fine few
minutes, believe me.
I would have liked to continue on in this manner for hours.
But all good things must come to an end, or so the saying goes. Before I could prevent
it, I was flowing milk fiercely into Sue's mouth. She gasped, choked and proceeded to
swallow my offerings, gulping the stuff down with an obvious effort. Mrs. Coggins
evidently knew what was going on, for she panted like a dog in heat and never once
stopped darting her tongue in and out of my asshole until she was, I suppose, certain
that I had stopped draining.
Finally, I had to push both females away.
"Let's take a rest, girls," I said, breathing hard myself. I moved away from them, pulled
on my clothing, while Sue did the same. I could see the look of disappointment in Mrs.
Coggins' eyes, but that meant nothing to me. She had had her fun, hadn't she? Besides,
I didn't owe her anything.
"You have a sweet-tasting ass, dear boy," Mrs. Coggins murmured.
I glanced down at her – she was still on her knees, in which position she had been
while tonguing my asshole. Funny. I hadn't noticed it before, but she had slipped her
flimsy gown down over both shoulders, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her titties
were extremely large and well-formed. They were almost as nice as Sue's, perhaps a
trifle bit larger in the nipples.
"You have big tits, Mrs. Coggins," I said bluntly.
"Thank you. Would you two care to suck them? One person to a tit?"
I looked at Sue and she, in turn, looked back at me. We both grinned. This Mrs.
Coggins was really some far out character, no mistake about it.
"Pull your gown up for now," I said to Mrs. Coggins. "We all need a rest, I think.
Later, we'll have another sex session. You certainly are – a hot woman. Are you always
this hot?"
Mrs. Coggins grunted and got to her feet. Pulling her gown over her shoulders and
covering up her titties by so doing, she moved away from me. Not answering my
question, she turned and faced me. "You people like a shot of horse piss?"
I saw Sue's face redden ever so little. "You mean brandy, Mrs. Coggins?" I had heard
the expression applied to brandy before.
"Right." Mrs. Coggins apparently noticed the redness of Sue's cheeks, for she
immediately apologized. "Sorry, my dear girl. Shouldn't have called it horse piss. Very
dirty word – piss. Promise you I won't say it again. Besides-" Mrs. Coggins spread her
hands for no apparent reason and walked from the room. Immediately, she poked her
head back into the room. "Be right back with some brandy. While I'm gone, don't fuck
or anything. I want to watch you when you do it." She looked from one of us to the
other.
"We promise not to fuck while you're gone," Sue said, though her words seemed
hesitant.
"Good," Mrs. Coggins said. "Be back in a minute."
I looked at Sue again and she at me and we both laughed. "She's something," Sue said.
"She really is. Do you suppose she ever thinks about anything but fucking and sex and
so on?"
"I doubt it. I wonder if she really lets that dog do it to her."
Sue's face got red again. "Gee, baby, don't talk about that. It gives me the willies."
"Just the same," I said, liking the subject for some reason. "It's quite apparent that the
dog is used to fucking a woman. Did you notice what happened to his prick when he
mounted you?"
Sue's face was quite red now. "Of course, I noticed and I have to admit it sent a thrill
up my spine like nothing ever has, but just the same I think it's better not to – talk
about it. A dog. Good grief. What kind of a woman would let a-" She stopped talking
abruptly.
Mrs. Coggins had popped into the room carrying a bottle and three glasses. "Here we
are, kiddies – brandy to make us dandy."
I grinned and took the bottle .from her while Sue took two glasses. I poured a bit into
the large, bowl-shaped glasses, each of them, and put the bottle down. "Here's to you,
Mrs. Coggins," I said, raising my glass. "May you see everything you hope for?"
Mrs. Coggins giggled and so did Sue, but both raised their glasses and tasted the
brandy. All three glasses were put down on a table near by as if the thing had been
rehearsed. Mrs.
Coggins came close to me and reached down to feel my crotch. "You about ready to
fuck her?" she asked me eagerly, her eyes filled with wild lust.
I glanced quickly at Sue, who merely shrugged. "Not quite, Mrs. Coggins. Why don't
you put' on an exhibition for us – get things started, so to speak?"
"I don't have a man," she said. "Will one of you help me out? I mean, will one of you
let me use your body?"
"What do you mean, one of us?" I asked. "You said something about having no man.
Sue isn't a man, for Pete's sake."
Mrs. Coggins shook her head doggedly. "Don't make no difference. I can use my
tongue on a female, can't I? It's not the same as getting fucked, but there's more than
one way to skin a cat, begging your pardon, Sue girl."
"You swing from both sides of the plate, eh, Mrs. Coggins?" I said. "Good for you."
"I like men best," she said. "I'm a female. Course I do."
Sue went to the bed and sat on the side of it. "You have such beautiful furniture," she
said to her hostess. "This bed, for instance. It's lovely. You have very good taste."
"Best taste I ever had," Mrs. Coggins said humorously, "was one I had in my mouth. I
was going down on a boy."
Sue and I burst out laughing at the same time. "You're something, Mrs. Coggins," I
told her, grinning. "Don't you ever think of anything but sex?"
"Nope. Not unless I have to. What else is there to think about?" She looked about the
room. "Where did you put the brandy bottle?" she asked of me, though the bottle was
directly in back of her on a table.
"Behind you, Mrs. Coggins," I replied, smiling.
She turned about and looked at the bottle. "Let's have some more brandy, kiddies. Just
the three of us. Let's get high."
"You haven't finished what you have in your glass, Mrs. Coggins," I told her.
She glanced at her glass. "I'll be damned," she said. "I haven't got my mind on what
I'm doing. Say – what's the matter with you two? You're young, you have a bed and
you aren't fucking."
I glanced over at Sue and saw her smile. "Well, Mrs. Coggins," I said. "I just got
through blowing off in Sue's mouth. I'm not a machine. I need a little time between
blow-jobs."
Mrs. Coggins nodded. "To be sure, to be sure. I don't know what the matter is. I mean
with me. I can't seem to think straight today. I guess I'm terribly excited at seeing you
young people naked. Say – why don't you take off your clothes again, both of you.
Beats me as to why you get dressed, anyhow. It's much more fun to be naked."
"Why don't you undress then, Mrs. Coggins?" This from Sue, who was still sitting on
the edge of the bed.
"You want me to?" Mrs. Coggins asked. "You want to see the old girl naked? Boy, I'd
love to strip for you. Trouble is, I have nothing to strip for, not really. Haven't got a
man to top me once I'm naked."
"Strip anyway," Sue urged. "I'd like to see your pussy. So would Dave, wouldn't you,
Dave?"
"Sure," I said. "I'd very much like to see your pussy, Mrs. Coggins. I've seen your titties
and they were very pretty."
"If I strip, young man, will you fuck me?" Mrs. Coggins asked bluntly.
Sue came to my rescue. "He can't right now, Mrs. Coggins. He just went off. He needs
time to rebuild his – er – his comeuppance."
Mrs. Coggins must have thought this expression very funny, for she laughed long and
hard. "Comeuppance, eh? How about that for a word. Wish I'd thought of it. Has to be
up before it can come, eh? Comeuppance. Good thinking, young woman, very good
thinking."
I didn't think it was quite that good but said nothing about it. I moved over near Sue
and she clasped my hand as the old gal – she wasn't really that old – she was built like
crazy and didn't look to be forty from the neck down – removed her clothes. Her big
tits were once more in full view and I nearly caught my breath at the size of them. Her
tummy was flat and nice-looking, her hips quite wide but not as wide as Sue's, her
pussy very furry. She had a rather cute-looking navel – it indented just the right way,
neither too much nor too little – and the longer I looked at it, the harder I became.
Sue noticed this, for she reached down and touched my erection through my trousers.
"Better hide it," she whispered, "or the old gal will insist that you ram it up her."
Mrs. Coggins was on the opposite side of the room, fortunately, and probably couldn't
hear Sue's remark, but acting out of some sixth sense perhaps, crossed the room, her
titties jouncing about enticingly and headed straight for me. When she stood near
enough to me, she reached out both arms.
"Dance with me, Dave Williams," she said. "Dry fuck me, if you can't do anything
else." My scalp seemed to be tingling. I put my arm about her nude waist and began to
dance with her, humming a little ditty to myself. Her tits pressed fiercely against my
chest and the next thing I knew Mrs. Coggins had somehow managed to open my shirt
so that her tits could press against my flesh. When they did so, I could feel the heat of
them and it was tremendous. Her tits were hot. When she pressed her cunt against me,
I could almost feel the demand it was making. My cock was extremely hard now and
Mrs. Coggins took full advantage of it, short of stuffing it into her slit. She moved her
ass about as we danced, always seeking to press her cunt more tightly against my front.
I felt her hand creep between us, felt her unzip my fly, felt her fingers snake into my
pants and encircle my prick. She sucked in her breath fiercely when her fingers
encountered my prick and I heard her whispering in my ear.
"Take me to bed and fuck me, young man. I need to be fucked very bad."
"I can't," I told her softly, my lips at her ear. "Sue would be angry."
"Sue can suck your asshole while you fuck me. Or you can fuck my cunt and tongue
hers off at the same time. How about it, young man? Want to have intercourse with
two females?"
"I just had a sort of intercourse with two females," I told her.
"Nuts," she cried. "That was a blow-job. I'm talking about fucking. Look at that big
thing. The three of us could fuck and suck for hours with no one to bother us."
I disengaged my arms from Mrs. Coggins. "That was a nice dance, Mrs. Coggins," I
said loudly. "You're a very good dancer. Now, let's all have a drink – with your
permission, of course, Mrs. Coggins."
Mrs. Coggins didn't change expression. Apparently (and this was, of course, just a
guess) she was used to be turned down momentarily, for that was all I intended doing
– turning her down for the moment. I wasn't quite ready to fuck her. A man knows
when he is ready and when he is not quite ready for it. He doesn't want a female
pressing him when he is only on the verge of being ready. There is no such thing as a
man being ready to fuck at all times. This is merely a device of the braggart. We got the
glasses, poured more brandy into them and solemnly drank. Sue was on her feet and
standing next to me with one arm about my waist. Her hand crept down and I knew
she was feeling for my hard-on.
"I have one," I stated to no one in particular, but hoping Sue would pick up on it and
leave me alone for the moment. I wasn't yet ready to fuck.
"My goodness, I'm so hot," Mrs. Coggins cried, throwing her arms about dramatically.
"I have half a notion to get Prince, bring him in here and show you two how it's done
when you have no man."
I saw Sue's eyes become very bright even as her skin seemed to pale. "You don't mean
– Mrs. Coggins," Sue went on, or rather began over again. "You don't mean you would
let that beast do it to you in front of us, do you?"
Mrs. Coggins chuckled. "Got to you, didn't it, girl? Damned right I would. Woman's
got to have her fucking. Can't get no man to fuck me, so why not Prince. Prince has a
big rod, I've trained him to use it right, and – well, hell, girl what do you think I do for
sex?"
"Surely there's some man who would-" Sue broke off in mid-sentence.
"There's your man, Sue," Mrs. Coggins cried back. "He just turned me down flat. How
do you think that makes me feel? Makes me feel like a sack of garbage. When I was
twenty, there weren't any men who'd turn me down. They all wanted to fuck me, and
most of 'em did. That's the way I like it – lotsa fucking, baby."
"Mrs. Coggins," Sue said, a tremor in her voice. "T should very much like to see you
have – intercourse with – Prince – would you do it to – him, so I – so we – could
watch you?"
"Sure I will," Mrs. Coggins replied. "Just as soon as you talk your young man into
fucking me first."
Sue spread her hands. "But I can't do that. He's his own man. It's up to him if he fucks
you or not. Why don't you ask him – again?"
"All right, I will." Mrs. Coggins turned to me and looked at me with the most lust-filled
eyes I had ever seen. "Will you ram your prick up my slit, young man? Will you fuck
an old woman who needs it?"
I didn't like Sue throwing the ball back into my court, so to speak. I figured I had
already taken care of pleasing Mrs. Coggins sexually, at least for the time being. Now,
by saying what she had, the whole business had been brought up again. "If Sue," I said
slowly, "is so anxious to see you fuck your male dog, then I suggest she do something
to please you, Mrs. Coggins."
"Dave," Sue cried, "you're angry with me. Please – I didn't mean it that way. I merely
meant-"
"Knock it off, Sue," I said more gruffly than I felt like. "I heard what you said. If you
want to watch her fuck a dog, then go down on her, do something yourself. As for me,
I couldn't care less what Mrs. Coggins does with her dog. That's her business." The
whole thing was beginning to sound idiotic, but I was into it and could hardly stop.
"So-" I went on, "now you know how I feel. If you, Sue, really want to see this – this
spectacle, help yourself. First, however, strike up a bargain with Mrs. Coggins. Don't
expect me to do your work for you."
Sue looked very calm. "I think," she said, putting down her brandy glass, "that you and
I had better leave, Dave."
The devil in me seemed to have taken over. "Go ahead," I said shortly. "I'm not
keeping you here."
Sue merely looked at me, then at Mrs. Coggins, who was open-mouthed at our little
quarrel, and left the room.
The room was silent for a long moment. I glanced over at Mrs. Coggins, who was
hastily pulling on her clothing. I watched her until she was fully clad.
"Young man," she said, her voice almost a croak, "you had better go after her. There are
bears out there in these woods. Not safe for a young girl to be by herself. Not in these
woods."
"She won't go away, Mrs. Coggins. At least not far. Don't worry. She'll be back here in
the room in less time than it takes to tell about it."
"If the bears don't get her, young man, something else will. I'm speaking of Prince,
young man. Prince is the greatest girl raper of all time. He'll tear her clothes off. He
knows how to do it. I've even trained him to do that. I-" But I didn't wait to hear any
more. I was out of the room and out of the house, looking in every direction for the
blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl. I didn't consciously hear Mrs. Coggins' last remark.
"Bring her back and the three of us will have a daisy chain," she said. "My, I haven't
been engaged in one of those suckfests in a long time."
Nor did I see her lustfully sucking her thumb. Not consciously. If I had, I would have
known that Mrs. Coggins was something more than a weird character – but just what
that something consisted of was yet to be discovered.


Chapter 5

Just as I had expected, I found Sue with no trouble at all. She was sitting in the car,
huddled up in the manner of a child, a frown on her face, a look of thoughtfulness
there, too. I opened the car door and climbed in beside her.
"Good thing you didn't run away," I said crisply. "Mrs. Coggins says the woods around
here are infested with bears, if infested is the right word."
"I jumped into the car," she said grumpily, "because that damned dog almost tore me
apart jumping on me. Maybe he's a wolf and maybe that's where the word 'wolf came
from, referring to pawing men, of course."
I looked about the premises. "I don't see the dog anywhere. Come on, let's return to the
house. Mrs. Coggins-well, hell, why did you leave?"
"The air was getting too thick for me, I guess. I know now that I shouldn't have walked
out on the two of you. After all, it was I who asked Mrs. Coggins to – to – fuck – that
dog of hers. I ought to be ashamed of myself, talking that way. I'm certainly no prude,
but neither am I a – a – well, the opposite of a prude."
"Whore," I said, grinning. "Is that the word you were looking for?"
She shook her pretty blonde head, the long hair getting mussed badly. She brushed it
back into place with her hands. "No, not whore. I was looking for a stronger word.
Bitch, wanton, pervert, something like that."
"Your skirt is soiled," I observed. "Did I do that?"
She laughed tensely. "That damned dog did it. He – you won't believe this – he
actually tried to rape me. Honestly, that's the word for it.
Rape. That big dog tried to knock me down so he could mount me. Don't ask me how
I know – I just do, instinctively. That police dog knows he has to knock a woman to
her hands and knees in order to get his whang up inside her. I had a terrible time
getting away from him. He reminded me of certain undesirable men I have been out
with in the past."
"I hope you aren't including me in that group," I said, looking straight into her blue
eyes and liking what I saw.
She put her hand on my thigh. "Okay, let's go back into the bedroom, into the house, I
mean." She glanced out of the car. "Please keep an eye out for that big dog. He scares
the life out of me." She shivered. "I like sex but not with a police dog. Do you really
think she lets him fuck her?" Again she shivered, but climbed out of the car. I got out,
also. We walked to the front door and entered the place. "Dave," she went on, "you
didn't answer me."
"Yes, I think she lets the dog do it to her. Why not? Stranger things than that have
been happening in the sex world for a long time."
"But would she be apt to get fleas or something?"
I stopped in my tracks and choked with laughter and it was a full minute before I
stopped. "That's the funniest thing I ever heard," I told her. "Fleas." I made a face. "Oh,
darling, would you mind – scratch my left tit again."
Sue joined me in laughing at my so-called comedy bit. "When we arrived back inside
the bedroom, we found Mrs. Coggins lying on the bed naked. She had her finger up
her cunt and was busily engaged in masturbating. Her face was twisted as if she were
enjoying it. Naturally, she would be enjoying it – there would be no point in
masturbating otherwise. When she saw us, she bounded off the bed and grabbed for a
pillow to cover her titties.
"Oh – you two are back, are you? Thought you'd climbed into your car and taken off
for parts unknown. What'd you come back for?"
"We came back, Mrs. Coggins," Sue said, "because I wanted to apologize for stalking
out of the room like a spoiled brat. Also, now that we are here, we would like to watch
you continue doing what you were doing when we entered."
"You want to see an old woman jane off? That's a little term I thought of. Doesn't make
much sense for a woman to say 'jack off now does it?"
Sue giggled. "Whatever you call it, please don't let us disturb you. We want you to get
on with it, don't we, Dave?"
"Sure," I said. "And another thing – there's no need to cover your body with the
pillow. Let us see what you've got." Mrs. Coggins wrinkled her face. "You already saw
it, young man. You saw it, but you didn't fuck it. That's what I'm interested in –
getting somebody to fuck me. You won't do it so I was doing it to myself."
Sue grasped my arm. "Dave," she said softly, "perhaps you'd better crawl on top of her
and feed your cock to her. After all, she's been rather nice to us. Do you mind fucking
her?"
I grinned. "Don't kid me, Sue. The voyeur in you is coming to the surface. You want to
watch me fuck her, don't you? She made a pretty face. "I suppose I do. Is there
anything wrong in that?"
"Nope. Not a thing. Everyone likes to watch someone else get it. I do, myself. Matter of
fact, I liked it so much I'll match you to see who satisfies her first."
Sue's hand went limply to her throat. "I'm not a lesbian. I don't want to make love to a
woman." But her voice shook as she spoke and I knew she didn't really mean this.
"How do you know you don't? Have you ever tried it?"
Sue reddened. "Y – yes. Yes, I have. Several times, in fact. That's what I'm afraid of –
afraid I'll like it too much."
I spread my hands. "So – what if you do? Where's the harm in discovering what you
like?"
"I suppose you're right. All right. Flip your coin. I'll call it in the air."
I grinned and reached into my pant pocket for a quarter. I flipped it into the air and let
it fall to the carpet while Sue was choosing heads. The coin came up tails. I had won.
Or Sue had, whichever way you wish to look at it. 'Tails," I said. "You may proceed
when ready, Miss Raimey. I think I'm going to enjoy watching this."
Mrs. Coggins' eyes were as large as half dollars. "So," she said excitedly, "I am to get a
cunt-lap job. Wonderful. Hope you got a long, hot tongue, girl. Want you to go deep
inside of me."
Sue flushed. "Let's make that coin-flipping two out of three," she suggested.
I laughed. "Oh no, you don't. You lost. I mean-" I had caught the odd look that flashed
across Mrs. Coggins' face at my use of the word "lost," so I changed it. "You won the
honor," I went on. "Mrs. Coggins, you're about to be laid."
"Huh," Mrs. Coggins said. "What did you say, young man?" She had her fingers
playing with her titties now.
"Sue is going to gratify you, Mrs. Coggins.
Provided you're willing. Are you? Are you willing to let Sue tongue your cunt?"
The wildest look of lust I had seen yet sprang into Mrs. Coggins' eyes. "I'm ready and
waiting for it," she barked. She gave the pillow a toss and lay back on the bed, her legs
spread widely apart. "Come get me, young woman. I'm yours to be licked."
Sue undressed slowly, carefully, and I could tell she was excited but was trying not to
show it. I glanced from her to Mrs. Coggins' tanned skin and felt my cock growing in
my pants. I had half a notion to suggest to Sue that she permit me the pleasure of
taking the lady first, but restrained myself from saying anything about it. I glanced back
at Sue a moment later and drew in my breath at her naked loveliness. My cock became
extremely hard and I knew I was going to get into the act once it had begun. One way
or another – I was going to get my nuts off with one of these females doing the honors.
Sue approached the bed, wetting her dry lips nervously and I once again flashed a look
at Mrs. Coggins, whose eyes were now mere slits of passion. Her tummy muscles were
actually twitching, probably from anticipation of having this younger female go down
on her twat. Sue lay down on the bed and Mrs. Coggins spread her legs farther apart.
Sue kissed Mrs. Coggins' legs, going higher with each successive kiss. Then I saw Sue's
face bury itself in the furry spot of the older woman, saw the older woman twitch and
jerk and knew that she was being sucked off. My cock was now so hard it was
threatening to explode in my pants.
I undressed quickly and stood naked by the bed, my tool quivering like mad. Mrs.
Coggins had placed two pillows under her ass so Sue could get to her box easier. Sue
was now on her knees and forearms with her tongue snaking in and out of Mrs.
Coggins' cunt. I got on the bed quickly and grasping Sue's buttocks held her while I
steer my cock up her asshole. I shoved with all of my strength and Sue moaned and
grunted while Mrs. Coggins let out a cry of lust.
I began to fuck Sue in the ass while she tongued the older woman's cunt at a feverish
rate. It was a hot scene, about as hot as you can get. My cock slipped out of Sue's ass
once when I pulled back too far in my fucking movement and the moment I did this,
her hand reached back and grasped my ding and steered it into her cunt. I plunged it
into her box, not caring particularly where I fucked her so long as I got it off
somewhere. Her cunt was just as tight as her asshole and I began to pump my prick in
and out of her much in the manner of a male dog on top of a bitch.
Mrs. Coggins was moaning and groaning as if this was the first time she had ever
experienced sex; I had an idea that she had had more sex sessions than Sue and I put
together multiplied by two. I tried to reach around Sue and grasp Mrs. Coggins' tits,
but couldn't quite reach them. She, however, seeing what I was attempting to do, sat up
partway and thrust her tits forward so that I could grab them. This made for a very
maddening session. I had my cock buried deeply into Sue's young cunt from the rear
and at the same time my arms brushed against her titties as my hands clutched Mrs.
Coggins. I could feel my cock spurting forth fluid from time to time though I hadn't
reached my zenith yet by any means. Mrs. Coggins ran her tongue up and down my
arms, going from one to the other. What a hot old devil she was, though once again I
must apologize for calling her old. She wasn't all that old – she merely seemed to be,
not by appearance so much but because she talked that way, I suppose.
Sue's tight cunt was doing a find job of squeezing my prick as it pumped in and out of
her. It felt as if her cunt were trying to jack me off. Sue was making quite a lot of noise
with her mouth as she tongued the twat of Mrs. Coggins. I noticed that Mrs. Coggins
was thrashing her loins about considerably.
"Oh my goodness," Mrs. Coggins cried, apparently directing her remarks at me. "This
young woman is going to kill me with this beautiful tongue of hers. That's the way to
do it, honey," she went on, speaking to Sue now. "Make me have one orgasm after
another. How I do love to go off. Oh, my dear! Wonderful!" Hearing her speak in this
way caused me to become much more energetic, and I pulled on her tit so hard, as I
pumped my prick into Sue's twat, that Mrs. Coggins screamed half from the pain of it
and, I believe, half from the pleasure of it. At any rate the scream she gave out with
could have been heard a quarter-mile away.
Sue stopped tonguing her cunt and I ceased fucking Sue for the moment.
"For heaven's sake, Mrs. Coggins," Sue told her, "don't scream so loud. Your servants
will think we are harming you."
"No. They are out for the day. Don't ever worry about the servants. I have them well
trained. I pay them very well so they can afford to put up with my quirks. Now then,
we have been interrupted, so let's try our three-way deal in another way. I'll suck the
young man's prick while he goes down on you, Sue. You, in turn, will continue to lap
my box. Does that agree with both of your tastes?"
She looked from Sue to me. We both nodded.
"Good," Mrs. Coggins cried enthusiastically. "I must say I like you two people. Damned
glad my car broke down near yours. Now let's get to sucking, eh?"
"I need a drink first," Sue said, and climbed off the bed leaving me there alone with the
hot Mrs. Coggins, whose first move was to reach over and grab my cock and rub it
lovingly. The next moment she had taken it into her mouth momentarily. "What are
you doing, Mrs. Coggins?" Sue asked. "Can't you wait till I get my drink?"
"You drink and I'll suck his cock," Mrs. Coggins cried loudly. "Between a drink and a
cock I'll take the cock every time."
Sue and I broke out into laughter. This woman had a way of saying things that was
funny. She wasn't trying to be funny – it simply came out that way. I saw Sue swallow
down a long drink of brandy, but even though I would have liked one myself I had no
chance to reach for my glass – Mrs. Coggins had my cock in her mouth and was going
down on me furiously. She had a way of lightly rubbing her teeth along the sides of my
prick that both worried and thrilled me, the thrilled part being the stronger of the two
feelings. I lay back, relaxed, and let Mrs. Coggins suck away. Her mouth was like a
vacuum sweeper – there was a terrific suction to it. My cock seemed to be getting
longer by the moment. Each time she came up on me I would swear it was a half inch
longer. It wasn't, of course, but it felt like it was.
Sue had put down her empty brandy glass and now she came back to the bed and lay
down. I knew immediately what she had in mind, because she was thrusting her loins
toward my face. I glanced at those shapely thighs so close to my eyes and felt another
and different kind of thrill rim up my spine. She pushed her cunt within reaching
distance and I saw it open and shut, much like an eyelid that is in a vertical position
rather than the usual horizontal one. This caused me to be agitated to the point where I
would have knocked Mrs. Coggins aside if necessary in order to be free to get to that
lovely cunt with my lips and tongue. However, this wasn't necessary because Sue took
it into her pretty blonde head to sit on my face. Fortunately, she thought to leave me
room to breathe, and as her wet, quivering cunt Ups settled down over my mouth, I
darted my tongue deeply into her and felt a sudden flush of fluid. I drew the fluid back
into my mouth, tasting its deliciousness, while eagerly darting my tongue into her sweet
slit again. All the time I continued to perform this exciting and wonderful task, Mrs.
Coggins was enveloping my ever-growing penis with her mouth, sucking my tool like a
fanatic. I felt rather than saw Sue shift her position on the bed and a moment later saw
her press her face between Mrs. Coggins' tanned legs and proceed to lick the older
woman's box.
We were engaged in a three-way love feast, one of the most sensational and exciting
things that can happen to people. I became so aroused that I nearly ended my one third
of it by blowing come into Mrs. Coggins' hot, wet mouth. I managed to hold it back,
however, for I wanted this wonderful session to go on and on, as long as it was
humanly possible to continue it.
"Oh!" Mrs. Coggins moaned, removing her mouth from my shuddering penis long
enough to speak. Immediately, she pounced on it again and once more I felt the heat
and wetness of her mouth enveloping my tool.
I placed my hands on Sue's butt and lifted her slightly so that I could see what I was
tonguing. I had the feeling that part of the time I was tonguing her cunt and the rest of
the time her asshole. They both tasted sweet and exhilarating, but I preferred to lick her
cunt at the moment. Strange, what a cunt looks like when a guy's eyes are close to it
and it is above his face rather than level with it. It, of course, looks beautiful, but it has'
something else that simulates a guy, too. It is the most vital opening known to man
with the exception of the hole in a man's penis. (Were it not for that opening, the cunt
would amount to zero.) It, when you are close to it with your eyes, seems to beckon to
you to stick something into it. This is true. I'm not talking like a lunatic. If you use
your imagination just a little when your eyes are close to a cunt, you will see that there
is a slight movement of the lips. It is very slight and you'll have to look closely to see it,
but it is there. A cunt needs to be entered, to be filled with the male organ. There is no
other reason for the existence of a cunt – than to be entered and filled by a male organ.
My tongue wasn't the usual male organ, but it was serving as a useful substitute if the
way Sue was moaning and jerking her loins about was an indication.
I felt a sudden "slush" of fluid from her (and I do mean "slush" not gush). It filled my
mouth and I swallowed the sweet female juice eagerly, passionately. It, however, was
too much for me, for in my great excitement, I blew my entire wad into Mrs. Coggins'
sucking mouth. I presume that Sue and Mrs. Coggins had orgasms, for both women
cried out shortly and went limp, their breathing fast and hoarse-sounding..
My cock trickled a little then and Mrs. Coggins licked off the come with alacrity.
I lay on my back for a while and tried to regain my breath. A three-way suck-fest is
strenuous exercise, make no mistake about it. It is a thrilling, rewarding experience,
however, and I strongly recommend it to those who feel their sex lives are not
sufficiently gratifying.
It was some ten minutes later that I got to my feet from the bed only to observe that
the women were fully clad. I pulled my clothing together on me and glanced at myself
in a nearby mirror. I smiled as I noted how very red my cheeks were. Strenuous
exercise was right. Very much so. It had been very strenuous. I glanced at Mrs. Coggins
who smiled slightly and spoke.
"You have a lovely cock, young man. I'd prefer sucking you off to being fucked by most
men your age."
I felt flattered. "Thank you," I replied, grinning. "You're an extremely good cocksucker.
I enjoyed spraying your throat, my dear lady." I coughed and walked across the room to
pick up my brandy glass. Pouring a bit more into the huge glass I held it in both hands
and stared at it momentarily. I then drank it, all of it.
"Hey," Mrs. Coggins cried, "is that the way you drink brandy? That stuff will loop you
if you drink it fast."
"I think I can handle it, Mrs. Coggins. At least I hope so. Would you care for a few
drops?"
"No thanks. I believe I heard my servants returning while we were on the bed sucking
each other. I had better go and see about them. Excuse me, you two." Mrs. Coggins
smiled at both of us and I was surprised at how white and even her teeth were.
Sue must have been reading my thoughts, as she apparently had done on one or two
previous occasions. "She isn't really as old as you think she is, Dave. I doubt that she's
much over thirty-eight."
I turned to face the sexy-looking blonde girl. "How did you know what I was thinking,
damn it?" I smiled when I asked the question.
"It showed on your face, I think."
"Nuts." I grinned at her. "You're pulling my leg."
Sue came close to me and slipped her arm about me and I did the same to her. "We get
along pretty good, don't we, Dave? For strangers, that is."
"Yes. Know why? I like you. You're my kind of gal. I like a gal who's ready for
anything – any time."
"Thank you, sir," she said in mock fashion.
"I like you a bit, too, sir. You were most generous in picking me up on the highway. I
am most appreciative and-"
"Knock it off," I said, interrupting her but grinning. "It was the smartest thing I ever
did. The pleasure is all mine."
"Not all of the pleasure. Some belongs to me, Dave William."
"Such as what? Which part of it, I mean?" I looked down at her heaving bosom and
wondered how it would be to sleep in a bed made up entirely of fleshy tits.
"When I suck your prick and you blow your come into my mouth, that part of you
belongs to me forever."
"Oh. I see what you mean." I laughed.
"I liked it," she went on rather shyly. "When I sat on your face and you tongued me off.
Gee, I had the darnedest orgasm. I thought my head was going to fall off, it felt so
great."
"You may have the privilege of doing it again sometime, my dear girl," I said, grinning
at her.
"Do you know what I'd like to do, Dave? I mean, what I'd really like to do? Now that
we are here at Mrs. Coggins?"
"Not unless you tell me."
Sue knocked her long blonde hair out of her eyes and moistened her red Ups at the
same time. Her bosom heaving again, she took a deep, rasping breath and told me what
it was she wanted to do. I listened the hair standing on the nape of my neck and my
breathing temporarily suspended.
"Don't you believe me?" she asked, her face clouding.
I cleared my throat to gain time to recover my composure. "Sue," I said, taking a deep
breath and letting it out slowly, "will you repeat that? Tell me again what it is you'd like
to do. I want to make sure I heard you correctly."
She averted her eyes now. "I said, Dave, that I wanted very much to see Mrs. Coggins
being fucked by her police dog before we leave."


Chapter 6

We had no more opportunity to speak, for Mrs. Coggins returned to the room with a
girl dressed in a servant's outfit. At least, I considered it to be such. Black dress and
small white apron. I didn't know if this was a cook's outfit or a housemaid's. I couldn't
have cared less, either. The girl was very young, about eighteen, I guessed at the time.
She had very black hair, brown eyes, a well-shaped figure, a look in her eyes that told
me she wasn't merely a servant, but something else in addition, whatever that might be.
Probably, Mrs. Coggins went down on her when she tired of other forms of sexual
activity. I was ready to believe anything about Mrs. Coggins, and what was more, I
liked her for it. I like people who know what their sex kicks consist of and then go after
them and get them. Such a person, apparently, was Mrs. Coggins.
"This is Catherine," Mrs. Coggins said, introducing us to her servant. "Mr. Williams,
Catherine, and Miss Raimey. Mr. Williams and Miss Raimey are my guests, Catherine.
Anything they want while they're in this house you are to give them if you can. Do you
understand?"
The girl nodded and smiled nicely. She was very pretty and I would have given
anything to have gotten into her pants then and there, but you just don't do things that
way, not that quickly. I have no doubt that Mrs. Coggins would have instructed the
servant girl to go down on me had I asked her to do so, but, as I say, you just don't do
things that way. Do you?
"I'm very happy to make your acquaintance, Mr. Williams, Miss Raimey," the girl said,
bowing to each of us. Then turning to Mrs.
Coggins, she added, "I shall, of course, do anything that either of your guests requests
of me. Anything at all, Mrs. Coggins, ma'am."
"Good," Mrs. Coggins said. "Now run and fetch in Jules. I want him to meet my
guests."
"Yes, Mrs. Coggins. I'll do that immediately."
"Good. Be off with you, girl," Mrs. Coggins cried.
I glanced at Sue and she glanced back at me. Mrs. Coggins, I thought, had a well
trained staff, if the one person we had seen working for her was an indication.
Mrs. Coggins cleared her throat. 'Tell me, Mr. Williams, what did you think of her?
Would you like to take her to bed?"
I grinned. "Yes. Yes, I would. I thought she was very cute and sexy-looking."
Mrs. Coggins turned to Sue, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. "And what
about you, Sue. Would you like to take Catherine to bed?"
Sue got to her feet and brushed her long hair away from her face before answering (it
didn't do any good – the hair fell back across her eyes immediately, where upon she
brushed it away again). "I'm not a Lesbian, Mrs. Coggins," she said slowly. "I think you
know that by now. I simply enjoy most everything that has to do with sex. As to going
to bed with Catherine, I can't say the idea turns me on very much. I wouldn't mind
doing it, if I were in the mood, but at the moment, well, no, I don't believe I'd miss not
going to bed with her. Now may I ask you something?"
"Yes yes, of course, Sue. Ask me anything you like." Mrs. Coggins' black eyes lighted
up with lust, though why this should be happening now I couldn't have said. "Go
ahead," Mrs. Coggins added when Sue was slow in speaking. "Ask your question."
Sue bit her lips and I could sense that she was steeling herself to put it as bluntly as she
could. That is, I could sense this after I had heard her question and thought about it in
retrospect. "Mrs. Coggins," Sue asked, "do you, take your police dog often? Would you
let us watch you, with him?"
"Say it, girl," Mrs. Coggins told Sue. "Say exactly what you mean. Please don't leave out
words. You won't offend me by speaking bluntly. I'd much prefer that you did."
Sue took a deep breath. "I want to see you fuck your big dog, Mrs. Coggins. I don't
know why, but ever since he tried to, jump me, I've wanted to see him operate."
Mrs. Coggins smiled. "Other women who have been here have said the same thing,
Sue. Women, that is, that Prince has jumped up on and pumped his prick at them. All
of these women seemed to be fascinated by my dog's actions insofar as I'm concerned. I
mean, they always put it that way. They say they'd like to watch Prince and me go at it.
Usually, what they want is enough courage to be alone with him." Here Mrs. Coggins
peered hard at Sue. "Be alone with him and be naked. That's what they want."
Sue's face was red now and her eyes seemed glazed. "I don't want to be alone with your
dog, Mrs. Coggins. He frightens the life out of me. All I want is to see him on you
doing it to you. I don't know why I'm so fascinated at the prospects of viewing such a
scene. I-" She was interrupted by the return of Catherine. There was a big guy with her.
I took him to be Jules. "Mrs. Coggins," Catherine said, "here is Jules."
Mrs. Coggins turned about quickly and smiled at both Catherine and Jules. "This is the
rest of my servant family," she said, obviously speaking to Sue and me. "Catherine is a
very normal, nice little girl, cute and squeezable and all that. Jules isn't really Jules – if
you know what I mean." Mrs. Coggins paused and, as I glanced at her in bewilderment,
she said something to the man that astonished me. "Jules, pull down your pants,
please."
Jules was, as I have stated, a big guy. He was perhaps thirty-five years old, slightly bald
on top, a powerful looking guy and had a complexion like a baby's – all pink and
smooth and with no sign of whiskers. He pulled down his pants and I stared at his
crotch, even as Sue did, in further astonishment. Jules had a cock, a sort of a cock about
the size of my of my forefinger, but his balls were almost nonexistent.
Mrs. Coggins turned to me. "I do hope you and Sue will stay with me for as long as
you can. I have all sorts of sex experiments I want to try. I think they should be
thrilling to say the least. Would you and Sue care to be my guests for a few days, Mr.
Williams?"
"I wouldn't mind. Sue will have to speak for herself." I said this about Sue, though I
knew damned well she would want to stay, at least until she saw the police dog screw
Mrs. Coggins. It was quite possible that Sue had a deep longing to possess the dog,
herself. It would be interesting to find out if she did and how long a period of time
before this feeling would manifest itself.
"Oh, Mrs. Coggins," Sue said. "I'd love to stay here and experiment with you and Dave,
and Jules, and Catherine. Prince, too," she added, dropping her gaze quickly.
"Good," Mrs. Coggins said, clapping her hands together like a child. "We will have a
wonderful time, all of us, letting go, giving it everything we've got, thinking up new
ways Oh, it will be heavenly, believe me." Her face was so flushed with the look of lust
that I was almost startled. Almost but not quite. It requires a lot to startle me. "Now
then," Mrs. Coggins went on, "you, Sue-" She had turned to Sue and addressed her
directly. "You want to see me take on Prince? I should be happy to do that, but the
truth is Prince has gone off somewhere. He does this every once in a while. Runs off to
look for a bitch. As if I weren't bitch enough for him, the fool." She spoke of the dog as
if he were a man, a person. I wondered if Mrs. Coggins might not be a psychopath, not
that it would make much difference. Psychopaths, as long as you are aware they are
such, aren't such awful people to be around, or even deal with. I suppose it depends on
what type of psychopath you're talking about. I had known two, one a woman, who
had been delightful people when they weren't having wing-dings, a term they had used
to describe their "off' times. Even the wing-dings (of the woman) hadn't been terrible
things to behold. Not to me, at least. "Mr. Williams," Mrs. Coggins was saying close to
my ear, "have you gone deaf on us? I've asked you a question twice and you haven't
answered."
I jerked myself out of my reverie. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about something.
What did you ask?"
"I asked if you would start things going by fucking Catherine so the rest of us might
watch your technique."
I glanced quickly at the girl, Catherine. Her pretty brown eyes returned my look
steadily. She smiled ever so slightly, but otherwise gave no indication that she had as
much as heard her employer's remark.
"I don't know," I said slowly. "Perhaps Catherine doesn't wish me to get on top of her."
As I spoke I narrowed my eyelids a bit and looked intently into the girl's eyes.
"If you wish to fuck me, sir, it is quite all right. I should be honored to take the
offerings of your penis." Catherine's eyes never left mine as she spoke and I couldn't
tell if she were interested in having something to do with me or not. Mrs. Coggins
certainly had this girl trained.
I turned to Mrs. Coggins. "I prefer that someone else would start off," I told her. "For
example how would it be for Jules to get on top of Catherine and put on a fuck
exhibition for us?"
"I think that would be wonderful," Sue cried, joining in quickly. "I'd love to watch
them fuck."
Mrs. Coggins bit her lips. "I, eh, don't care to have my servants partaking of each
other's wares usually. I prefer having my guests enjoy themselves through direct
participation."
I shrugged. "Sue," I said. "I think it's about time we took off." To Mrs. Coggins who
now stood stock-still, her mouth open, her jaw slack, I said, 'Thank you for an
enjoyable time. Perhaps Sue and I will stop back this way sometime."
Mrs. Coggins looked as if she were going to have a stroke. "Oh, you mustn't do that!"
she cried with spirit. "It will spoil all our fun if you leave. Please, please don't go away,
Mr. Williams, Miss Raimey. I do so want you to stay. Sue, please, you try to persuade
Dave to stay. We can have so much fun, all of us together. We can do all sorts of
things, anything anyone can think of, we can try."
"I doubt that, Mrs. Coggins," I said with a trace of sarcasm in my tone. "I just made a
suggestion and you nixed it."
"Oh dear," Mrs. Coggins cried. "Did I give you that impression? I never meant to. My
goodness. I never meant to nix any suggestion. What was it again you wanted to see,
Mr. Williams?"
"I merely suggested having Jules do it to Catherine so you and Sue and I could watch
them. You said you didn't want your servants partaking of each other. Something like
that. I don't see why not. You yourself said anything goes here."
"Very well," Mrs. Coggins said, nodding her head vigorously. "Jules, you will get a
hard-on and stick it into Catherine's cunt. We wish to watch you fuck her. You may
use the bed. Lie down on it, Catherine, after you have removed your dress, of course."
Catherine obeyed her employer as if it were a mistress and slave situation. I watched
Catherine pull her blouse off, exposing her firm-looking titties to view. They were pink
and round and lush and I wanted to chew on them, but first of all we had to wait and
watch the exhibition she and Jules, were to put on. Jules had his clothes all off and was
crawling onto the bed even before Catherine had her panties all the way off. Catherine
didn't remove her stockings or garter-belt. Evidently she thought it unnecessary to take
these garments off. She lay down on the bed and looked up at Jules, who was busy
jacking his odd-looking penis. When it became hard, it wasn't very large but fairly long,
long enough to do a job to a female. He grunted once or twice when Catherine pinched
his thighs, but then he crawled on top of the girl and began to fumble around quite a
bit. I was beginning to doubt he would ever get it into her until she pushed his hand
away from his parts and took it in her own hand. Deftly inserting the man's prick into
her cunt and then, gasping quite a bit, pressing down on his butt with her other hand,
she, in effect, fucked him. Jules projected himself, however. He shot his loins forward
and began to pump his prick into Catherine's twat. It was all very exciting and hot to
watch. I wasn't surprised to note my own penis was as hard as a rock and dripping
considerably.
Both Sue and Mrs. Coggins noted this – I had my penis out of my pants – and they
both advanced on me, pawing my body and sucking on different parts of my flesh, an
elbow, a finger, everything suckable except my penis, which I held firmly in my hand.
Jules was blowing off into Catherine. I heard her moan and scream at the same time.
Perhaps she was having an orgasm. Perhaps it was from pain.


Chapter 7

It was some time later that I, after having showered and shaved, took a walk outside the
place. Keeping a wary eye out for Prince (as Mrs. Coggins had warned me to do), I
circled the big house to the right and proceeded to the rear of it. There was a large,
unfilled swimming pool that looked as if it had been built many years before. I walked
to the edge of it, sat down, and thought about the session we had so recently
experienced. Even now, an hour later, the whole thing seemed unreal. Being here (with
the girl I had picked up on the highway) seemed unreal. Why wasn't I in my car
driving mile after mile at a fast rate of speed, seeing nothing, enjoying nothing, and
getting nowhere in particular? That was the way a good red-blooded American took his
vacation, wasn't it? What the hell was I fooling around with a gang of weird sex
maniacs for?
I'll tell you what I was doing – I was having a fine time, that's what I was doing. I was
having the finest time of my life, so far.
I saw the police dog then. He was standing near the opposite side of the pool, his head
down, staring at me. I didn't move, knowing that if I did he would race around that
pool and catch me before I could go ten feet. That is, he could if he wanted to. The
question was – did he want to? Did he know the difference between a human male and
female from a distance of thirty feet? More importantly, did he care? Would he attack
me just as he had Sue? Had he been so thoroughly trained in sex relations with humans
that he might do so?
I stopped "thinking question form," for he had slowly moved around the edge of the
pool and was approaching me.
"Hey, boy," I said softly, carefully.
His pointed ears stood up as he turned his head from side to side. He had stopped in
his tracks and was regarding me ominously.
"Come here, boy," I said very gently, patting the ground beside me.
He didn't move toward me, although his mouth flew open and his tongue darted out in
a panting movement.
"Come here, boy," I coaxed. "Come on, boy."
The large dog came closer to me and sniffed at my outstretched hand. Evidently, he did
not dislike the scent of me, for he wagged his tail once or twice but pulled back away
from me, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth.
"Come here, boy," I coaxed again. "Won't hurt you. Come here." I patted the ground
again.
He once again came close to me and sniffed the ground, then my hand. Then he moved
even closer to me and tried to lick my face. I pulled back the first time he tried it, but
because I thought it might drive him into a frenzy I allowed him to do it the second
time.
I saw him jump back then and look at me oddly. That is correct. This police dog looked
at me oddly, strange as it may sound. It may be that animals think after all. I would
have sworn he was doing something of this nature. Turning his head from side to side,
he pawed the ground several times – more like a horse than a dog – and moving
toward me again, he turned sideways as if to let me see the condition he was in. He
"moaned" softly as I looked at his male organ. It was hard and long and as red as a
beet. It nearly dragged on the ground, it was so long.
He seemed to catch my eyes and then, quickly, he turned his head back as if to throw
attention to his hard-on.
He moaned again and quivered slightly.
What the hell did he want of me? He had been trained for women.
He moved closer, sniffing all over the place, but most of me.
"Go 'way, boy," I said firmly, hoping he understood this command.
He didn't.
He jumped up suddenly and grasped my right arm between his front legs. He began to
pump his body at me in the most frenzied manner imaginable.
There was nothing else for me to do. I did it. I stood up quickly and gave him a hard
push. I didn't mean to push him into the empty pool, but that was where he landed.
There was a series of yelps and moans and other assorted dog noises. And then I heard
Mrs. Coggins telling me to go back into the house and that she would get Prince out of
the empty pool. I wasn't keen about sticking around to help her with her dog, so I
obeyed her suggestion and entered the house through a rear door. It was about ten
minutes later that I heard her enter the house and slam the door and lock it.
I walked to the rear of the house and stopped near where she was doing something
with a rope, putting it away in a drawer, it appeared.
"Your dog," I said. "Was he hurt?"
Mrs. Coggins looked up suddenly and smiled at me. "No. Can't hurt him. He's tough.
What'd he do – try to put the make on you?" There was the suspicion of a grin playing
about the comers of the pretty mouth.
"No," I replied, lying a little. "He just got a mite too playful."
Mrs. Coggins threw up her hands good-naturedly. "Don't kid me, Dave. I know that
dog of mine. He's a rapist and he doesn't care who he goes after. Just so long as it's a
human being, he'll make a play. Awful dog." She grinned. "I don't really mean that.
He's a wonderful companion. Actually-" Here she blushed and acted for all the world
like a guilty little girl. "Actually," she repeated, "I sometimes think I should get rid of
him. One of these days he's going to embarrass the life out of me. What if some society
lady comes to see me one day and he waylays her in front of the house, say, knocks her
down to her hands and knees and buries that big tool in her all the way to the hilt. I
swear, that thing of his is so pointed, so sharp and powerful that it could penetrate the
cloth of a lady's panties. Wouldn't that be terrible? Can you imagine how some terribly,
terribly aristocratic society lady would feel having her panties penetrated by that animal
prick?" Here Mrs. Coggins bent over double and laughed so hard I thought she was
never going to stop. She did, however, and giving me a familiar pat on the rump,
inquired, "Did old Prince try to sink the old shaft up your asshole, baby?" This made
her laugh even more than before, and while I could see the humor in her remark, I
could scarcely appreciate the thought of having that woman-fucking beast trying to sink
his shaft up my asshole. I regarded my asshole rather highly. It performed a very useful
function.
"Mrs. Coggins," I said at length, "have you really had intercourse with that beast or are
you puttin' me on?"
"She had ceased to laugh and now she regarded me oddly. "Of course, I've had
intercourse with him. Good grief, you don't think I'd keep that woman-fucker around if
he didn't serve some useful purpose, do you?"
I decided to bring the matter to a head because I was still somewhat doubtful about her
remarks concerning the police dog. "Mrs. Coggins," I said softly, "I think you're pulling
my leg. I don't believe it."
She glanced at me sharply, her black eyes almost snapping. Before answering me she
pulled nervously at her hair, the gray part of it, and half grinned. "I know what you're
trying to do, Mr. Dave Williams. You're trying to provoke me."
"Provoke you, Mrs. Coggins?" I asked, pretending innocence. "What do you mean –
provoke you? Why should I provoke you?"
"You want to see me, that's why." She adjusted her right breast (apparently) by giving
her bra a yank. I saw her hand running up and down on her tummy as if she were
agitated about something. "Well-" she went on, "isn't it true? You do want to see me,
don't you?" I strung the Words out. "See you, Mrs. Coggins?"
She gave her head a vigorous shake. "That's now what I mean, and you know it, Dave.
You want to see me let the police dog, fool around with me. You are dying to see it. I
can sense it in you. You don't believe me."
I deliberately shrugged and played it cool. "Not at all, Mrs. Coggins. I don't doubt your
word. You say you have fun with the dog.
Why shouldn't I believe you? There's no reason why I shouldn't."
"Then you want me to show you how I do it – is that it?"
I tapped my teeth. "Mrs. Coggins, I haven't the faintest interest in your private sex life.
If you keep a dog around for, sex purposes, that's your business. I'm not interested in
it, except to say I have never seen a woman do a thing like this. You might say, that in
this respect I have a slight interest. Otherwise-" I let my voice trail off.
"You want to see me do it to him right now, don't you, Dave Williams?"
I glanced at her bright, lust-filled eyes and suspected strongly that she wanted me to say
I did want to see her do it. "Mrs. Coggins, if you wish to show me how you manage to
take the beast, I'll be happy to view the scene. However-" Again I let my voice trail off
as if it didn't interest me too much.
"You come with me, Dave Williams," she said sharply. "Come with me into this room
over here. There's a three tier bunkbed. You can lie on the top bunk and look down
and watch the whole bit. Just don't leave the bed. If you do, Prince might, well, he
might – I'll leave it at that. I'll go and get the big fellow and you go in and climb up
onto that bunkbed. Okay?" She pointed at a door. "Go through that door. That's the
room I'll use for the exhibition."
I shrugged. "You don't have to do this, you know. I guess I believe you, Mrs. Coggins."
She snapped at me. "You guess you do? You damned well better believe you guess you
do. In a few minutes I'll show you." Again she pointed at the door. "Now hurry. Get in
there and above all remain quiet. Prince will smell you. He'll know you're around, but
as long as he doesn't see you, it'll be okay." She turned and left the room and stepped
out of doors.
I entered the room she had pointed out and immediately saw the three tiered bunkbed
which I crawled on top of and lay quietly, smoking a cigarette. I smoked the entire butt
before I heard a commotion outside the door. I sat up on the bed and wondered if Mrs.
Coggins was having difficulty, but before I would move off the bed to assist her (this
would have been a crazy thing to do, I later discovered, for that beast would have
probably torn me up with his fangs – he was that jealous of Mrs. Coggins), the door
flew open and she came in, holding Prince by the collar. He was pulling her along at a
frantic rate of speed, but as soon as both were well into the room, he stopped in his
tracks and sniffed. I lay low on the bunkbed, as she had told me to do. Evidently,
Prince had caught a whiff of me, but, not seeing me in the room, didn't become
suspicious.
The dog turned his full attention now to Mrs. Coggins and what I saw happen then was
something I knew I could never forget. He stood on his hind legs and wrapped his
front legs about her chest. He ran his tongue over her face and neck and, for all the
world, acted just like a man would during foreplay. The thing was so crazy it fascinated
me beyond measure; I stared at the scene being played below, my heart thumping
wildly in my chest, and wondering if I might not be having some type of nightmare
while awake. The dog made love to this woman. He made actual and realistic love to
her. She, in turn, allowed him to do whatever he pleased and, finally, when he forced
her to her hands and knees, he used his teeth and paws to lift her dress high over her
back. He then got his teeth hooked into her panties and tugging one side at a time,
pulled them off her until her ass was bare. The dog sniffed her ass, her cunt, for what
seemed like a very long time. I noted that his whang was long and hard and very red,
just as it had been before only more so. Again he sniffed her cunt and then suddenly he
lurched, his front paws coming down and landing about her waist and hugging it
frantically. At the same time he hunched his entire body up until he was bent almost
double, his long, angry-looking whang jabbing at her ass, striking her every place
except in the cunt. Finally, I saw her reach back and take his cock in her hand. The
moment she did this he began to pump his rear end at her ass in such a hectic manner
I thought he would jump over her out of sheer force of motion, but he didn't. Instead,
Mrs. Coggins somehow managed to steer his long red prick up inside of her twat and
the moment the tip of it entered her, the dog shot his loins forward about a foot. I saw
Mrs. Coggins close her eyes, saw her face register intense pain briefly, heard her cry out
from what sounded like a combination of pain and ecstasy. From that moment on she
did little except to sweat and receive the offerings of the animal, which, believe me,
were more than just considerable. The effect of watching this crazy, hot scene was for
me a simple one – I blew off in my underwear at about the same time I imagined the
dog blowing his wad into Mrs. Coggins.
Then for some nutty reason, I blacked out.


Chapter 8

I came to some time later, and blinking my eyes considerably, glanced down quickly at
the spot where the weird affair had taken place. There was no sign of Prince or Mrs.
Coggins, which is to say that the room was empty except for me now. I noticed that it
was getting slightly dark outside, making me wonder just how long I had been out. I
glanced at my watch, though this was of no help to me in ascertaining how long I had
been unconscious, but I did take note that it was seven o'clock. I decided to look for
Sue and get out of this place. The scene I had just witnessed had been highly
electrifying and weirdly erotic, but I didn't want to watch such a thing again.
I thought.
I moved from the rear rooms of the house to the front of it and, seeing no one,
proceeded toward the bedroom, the very same one I ad been in previously. I pushed
open the door carefully and peered inside. I felt the hair at the nape of my neck doing
something or other, my scalp began to tighten and I immediately began to breathe
faster.
Jules was fucking Sue on the bed. She had her legs wrapped about his fiercely as he was
pumping his cock in and out of her tight little cunt. From the look on his face, he was
enjoying the tightness of her box just as much as I had before. As for Sue – she seemed
to be having a fine time. Her eyes were tightly closed, she was breathing very hard, she
was moaning, groaning, and every now and then shuddering. A pang of jealously hit
me and I turned my eyes away from the people on the bed. This seemed to .'make me
even more jealous, though I knew if was idiotic of me to experience such a feeling. I
looked back at them just in time to see Jules roll over on his back with Sue above now.
He lay still now while she moved her cunt on and along his tool.
She seemed to be having the time of her life and this made me unreasonably angry. I
was forced, fortunately, to step back from the doorway and walk to the other side of the
big room adjoining the bedroom. I said I was forced. By this I mean my common sense
caused me to do this. My common sense, my judgment, my sense of fair play, let me
say.
I found a brandy bottle open and because there was no one around to see, I suppose, I
lifted the bottle and drank from it, long and lustily. When I put the bottle down, my
insides were fairly afire. A few moments of waiting and I felt much better in the sense
that my unreasonable jealousy had been considerably reduced. I smoked a cigarette then
and for some crazy reason the jealous feelings returned. I was beginning to wonder
facetiously if there was something about smoking cigarettes that brought back feelings
of jealousy. Tossing the butt away, I immediately recognized my stupid-headedness and
retrieved the cigarette from the floor, snubbing it out in an ashtray. Shaking my head at
my action, I tried to blame it on the brandy, but knew this wouldn't quite hold up.
"I'm upset because of what Sue is doing with Jules," I muttered. "Well, the hell with it.
Go and find the girl, Catherine. She'll make you forget about Sue for the time being."
My heart seemed to leap inside of me at the thought, for the thought, the muttering
and come straight out of my subconscious. I knew this must be true because I wasn't
thinking straight consciously. I left the room and began a room-to-room search for
Catherine, my cock growing harder by the moment as I contemplated sinking it once I
found her. I did find her, eventually. She was upstairs making a bed. Funny thing. She
was making the bed while wearing only a black blouse, black stockings and garter belt.
No shoes were on her feet, nor even slippers. I saw that white expanse of flesh above
her stockings and below her blouse and nearly went off in my pants. She was bending
over the bed now, her back to me, and I took full advantage of her position. I quickly
stepped up behind her, my cock – quivering with hardness now – in my hand and, as
she bent forward a bit more, I plunged it into her asshole as far as I could shove it.
She started to make a fuss, but I calmed her down with reassuring words and she lay,
finally, on her tummy as calmly as could be and received my hot batterings. I wanted it
in her cunt, I decided impulsively, so yanking it from her asshole, I flipped her over on
her back in order to sink down between her lush legs and ram it in. Once I had all nine
inches inside her I raised up and looked at her face. She was all smiles and in her eyes I
saw what I thought to be a look, not only of intense lust, but one of great satisfaction.
"Sir," she said softly, "I dressed this way purposely. I hoped you would take it into your
head to search the house and find me. I did so want you to fuck me. Please spray my
cunt with your thick cream, sir."
There was something so damned odd and far out about her manner of speech that it
nearly flipped me. She was the perfect servant in manner and speech and yet she was
also the perfect prick, if that makes any sense, put this way. I began to push in and
draw back, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed of my stroke. She began
to kiss my face, my lips, my neck and then, as if kissing me weren't enough, she
stroked my flesh with her tongue in perfect time with my stroking of her cunt below
with, my tool. It was fantastic, this. It made me so damnedably hot I could have blown
off several times, one shot following another. I was sure of this, but something made me
hold back for a time. This was my piece of ass, my mind told me. Mrs. Coggins has just
had hers. Sue was in the process of hers downstairs. This ass was mine. Take your time.
This cunt under you is your property for the time being. Use it well. It sounds nutty
putting it down here like this, but these were actually my thoughts at the time.
I moved in her, going as deep into her cunt as I could with each stroke, taking care to
rub her the entire length of her opening. She apparently appreciated my technique, for
she moaned incessantly and each time I stroked her with particular effectiveness she
would run her tongue over my neck and chin with such ardor that I thought she must
love the taste of my skin.
Finally she pressed her Ups against mine and sought to thrust her tongue into my
mouth. I parted my Ups and was so surprised at the hotness of her wet tongue as it
flew between my teeth, stabbing away at my mouth as if it were a cock and my mouth a
cunt, that I lost control over my "lower operation" and blew into her cunt with terrific
force. I filled her box with so much come that it ran out along the sides of my prick and
much of it clung to the hair of both of us. Her box and my fuzz was suck a sticky mess
then that it required, later, a good deal of washing in the bathroom to remove the goo.
We lay on the bed together for quite a long time afterward, and talked softly about
many things, none of them of any consequence.
I was quite curious as to how she had gotten the job from Mrs. Coggins, so I asked her.
She kissed the tip of my nose before replying. "I was looking for work and saw this ad
in the paper and wrote a letter to Mrs. Coggins at this address. About a week later a car
came to my door and Jules was in it. He came up to the door and knocked and I let
him in. That is, I asked him to come in, but he wouldn't. He just bowed to me and told
me I had been selected – that was the word he used – to work for Mrs. Coggins. He
then told me the amount of pay I would receive, which frankly I didn't quite believe,
because it was so much. I told him I'd take the job, he waited, I packed my few things
and – well – I've been here ever since. That was, let me see, about two years ago, I
think.
"Does Mrs. Coggins ever allow you to leave the place?" I asked for a reason I couldn't
even now say.
Catherine raised up on the bed and freed herself from my arm which had been over
her, my hand playing idly with one of her titties. "Why on earth do you ask such a
question, Mr. Williams?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
I was astonished at the reaction my question caused in her. "I have no reason to ask
that question, Catherine," I told her. That is, no real reason. I was merely trying to –
well – Hell! I don't know what I was trying to do. I just asked what I thought was an
innocent question. I had no idea it would anger her.
Catherine was angry, however. I was wrong in thinking she was. I saw this immediately
in her eyes. It wasn't anger, it was something else, perhaps she thought it an
incredulous thing to ask and possibly she thought why would anyone want to leave this
house to go somewhere else?
"I am not angry, Mr. Williams," she told me, convincing me I had been correct. "It's
just that I'm so happy here. Now that you and your lady friend, Miss Raimey, are here I
find the place just that much more enjoyable. I do hope you'll stay and visit Mrs.
Coggins for a long time, thought I realize it's not my place to be saying this, but Mrs.
Coggins'."
I reached over and cupped a breast in my hand. It was warm and soft and exhilarating
to the touch. A feeling of sexual awareness came over me again and I bent my head to
the nipple and sucked on it.
"Oh, Mr. Williams, do continue with that," she cried passionately. "I can never get my
titties sucked often enough."
I grinned as I raised my head and looked at her.
"You must be kidding. Every guy in the world would want to suck these titties. They're
lovely. So soft and pointed and lush."
"Run your tongue over the nipples," she urged. "I love that feeling. It makes me so
awfully hot."
I ran my tongue over her nipples, first one, then the other. I also took an entire tit in
my mouth and sucked on it strongly. Catherine, moaning and groaning with great
passion, threw her leg over my head and caught my neck in a vise between her two
legs. She almost choked me for a moment, but when I pulled on one of her legs, she
got the idea and loosened her vise-like grip somewhat. I knew what she wanted me to
do – she wanted me to eat her box.
I kissed her bare tummy, running my tongue about in the navel and then plunging
lower and into the furry spot. I stuck out my tongue and encountered the wet heat of
her cunt lips. They seemed to open up as if in welcoming my tongue. I thrust my
tongue deeply into her slit and her cunt lips closed over it, hanging onto it tightly,
astonishing me greatly.
I pulled my tongue out (with some difficulty) and stared at her. "Cain you' always do
that trick, Catherine?"
"What trick?" she asked, looking innocent.
"Grasping my tongue with your cunt lips as you just did."
"Oh sure. Can't every woman?"
I smiled. "I don't know. I'm not that much of an expert at cunt-lapping."
"Oh, but you should be," she exclaimed. "Every man should know how to do it
expertly. A girl really appreciates a man who knows how to do it."
"Really," I said, and grinned again. "Would you mind turned about and sucking me off
while I go down on you, Catherine?"
"Oh, I'd just love to do that," she cried, actually clapping her hands together.
I stared at her briefly, then relaxed and grinned again. She had already begun to turn
her body about and now she did so completely and I felt her opening my fly and
pulling out my prick which was very hard. I felt her kissing the end of it and heard her
make little cooing sounds in her throat. This caused me to become even hotter than I
was, which was considerable, and I shot my loins forward, ramming my prick down her
throat. She squealed delightedly and began to consume my cock from one end to the
other. My, how that woman did suck me. It was really fabulous the way she worked
over my prong. Chills and thrills ran up and down my spine to such an extent that I
had almost forgotten about the delicious taste of her cunt. She, however, hadn't
forgotten that I had tongued her, for, even as she sucked me hard, she pressed her wet,
furry spot down hard onto my lips – she was lying above me and could easily do this –
and began to pump her loins at my face in a fucking motion.
I projected my tongue and allowed her to draw her cunt back and forth across it as I
held it stiff and still. This seemed to arouse her greatly, for she began to eat my cock so
lustfully now that I feared she might go berserk and bite me. Not so, however. She
loved to suck a cock far too much, I soon discovered, to ever bite one harmfully. Little
nibbles at it, yes, but not the destructive kind of bite. The truth was, I was so damned
hot now I wouldn't have minded a good hard bite one bit. Not at that moment at least.
"Oh baby!" she cried, for the moment apparently forgetting she was supposed to
address me formally. (I had hours before gathered that Mrs. Coggins had trained her
thusly.) "Oh baby – I love the taste of your cock so much. Shoot the works into me,
baby. Fill me with your come."
I couldn't stand this sort of talk, not with the way she was working me over, so I let go
and released the "works" into her eager sucking mouth. My God, how that girl went
after my cock then. You would have thought she was starving and that my cock was the
only source of food left in the world. She sucked me dry and then she sucked me drier,
if that's possible. At any rate, she kept on with sucking my cock for such a long period
of time – even after she had had two orgasm rides from my cunt-lapping – that I was
obliged to push her away and get up from the bed, knowing that if I remained there
with her any longer she would end up half killing me.
* * *
I was in the front room of the place now (some time later) and alone. Catherine had
gone to the third floor – the attic she had called it, for something or other – and there
was no sign of Sue or Mrs. Coggins. I suspected that Sue was still in the bedroom with
Jules, but I didn't bother to go and ascertain this definitely.
I found the same bottle of brandy and poured myself a long drink. The way things were
going in this house a guy needed plenty of brandy just to keep up his strength. I
wondered if any member of this household (as well as Sue) ever thought about
anything other than sex.
I doubted it.
After a time I walked to the rear of the house and looked quietly into the room in
which were the three tiered bunkbeds. I had no idea I would see Mrs. Coggins there
again. She was there, however, and with the big police dog. This time the dog wasn't
fucking her. Hell no! Mrs. Coggins was on her knees, the dog had his paws on her
shoulders, hugging her, and she was passionately engaged in sucking the animal off. I
thought I was going to pass out again from the over-stimulation.
I didn't, however. I simply stood there, shaking and quivering and watching this hottest
of all hot sexual acts – the sucking off of an animal by a half-naked woman. I wondered
how she could managed to. get all of that long, wet dog cock into her mouth – the tool
must have been nearly a foot in length.


Chapter 9

I'm not exactly a squeamish type of man, but there was something about this scene that
hit me a bit too hard and I was obliged to step back from the door, stop, shake my head
and then head for the outer door. When I was outside and had taken a few deep
breaths, I got over my feeling of squeamishness. I took a few more deep breaths and
then, of all things, lighted a cigarette. I did this without thinking about it and when I
had inhaled the smoke from the thing, it dawned on me that I was actually smoking. I
gave my head another shake and thought, momentarily, that I must be cracking up. I
grinned at this absurd thought, took another drag and tossed the cigarette to the
ground, crushing the butt out with my foot.
I thought for a moment.
I reentered the house and. just as if I were a glutton for punishment, headed back for
the door of the room in which Mrs. Coggins and the dog were.
I peered into the room and knew a very great disappointment. Neither Mrs. Coggins
nor the dog was present.. I swore softly, telling myself I was a fool to have missed out
on the fun of viewing that entire scene. Fun? Sure, it was fun. Damned right it was fun.
Trouble was, I hadn't had the sense to realize it at the time. I swore again and returned
to the front room, looking about the house for some sign of Mrs. Coggins as I did so.
She had disappeared again and once again I wondered where the hell she went to when
she disappeared. There must be a hidden room in this house somewhere. If so, I
wondered where the door to it was located. I would have liked to have entered this
room in case there was one, and seen what surprises Mrs. Coggins possibly had stored
away from prying eyes. I wouldn't have put it past her to have such a place to keep
"things" though I certainly had no idea of what sort of things she might hide.
Correction. I did have an idea of what sort of things she would hide. Without question
it would be something having to do with sex. Mrs. Coggins lived for sex. Sex in all its
forms of expression and in all its abnormalities.
Funny thing. I now had another hard-on. I had got it without having a reason to do so.
This was unusual for a man of my age. Thirty-one. This is mostly kid stuff. At least,
this was my opinion at the time. At any rate, I had one, a real doozey of a hard-on and
I wanted to use it. I went back up the stairs and hunted for Catherine, finding her, fully
clad now, in another room. She was making a bed. I walked up behind her and lifter
her skirt and kissed her ass wetly.
She giggled and then cooed. "Oh, Mr. Williams, that thrilled me so much. Will you
please do it again."
I again lifted her skirt, only this time I bit the flesh of her ass hard. She squealed and
fell over on the bed, her legs spread wide, a look of lust in her eyes that was enough for
ten females. I fell down on top of her, literally, my feet slipping out from under me as I
moved toward her cunt. Because my cock was still in my pants I fumbled for the zipper
only to feel her hand already operating it. The zipper came down quickly and she
snaked her hand into my pants and grasped my prick with her fingers. She didn't
remove it from my pants for a moment but jacked it gently several times, almost
causing me to blow off in my pants. She must have realized how desperately hot I was,
for she quickly pulled forth my penis and stuffed the head of it in her slit. I pushed
hard, felt my penis seemingly "catching" on something, then felt it slam into her all the
way to the hilt.
I fucked her furiously.
I wasted no time.
I filled her goddamned cunt with come.
The come ran out of her in great quantities.
"What's the matter?" I asked, seeing this happening. "Can't you hold what I have to
give you?"
"I don't know what happened," she said. "You squirted a very great deal of it, you
know, much more than men usually do. What has happened to you, Mr. Williams? Did
you take an aphrodisiac, or something?"
I laughed. "Mrs. Coggins is my aphrodisiac, I guess. I just saw her sucking off the
police dog." I expected this to shock Catherine.
It didn't. She merely smiled and looked lustfully into my eyes with her beautiful brown
ones. "Would you like to suck off the dog, Mr. Williams? Is that what you're trying to
tell me?"
I was horrified. "Goodness no!" I cried. "What a hell of a thing to say." I moved off her
and sat on the edge of the bed while I put my penis back in my pants even though it
was very wet yet.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Williams," Catherine cried, grasping my arm and squeezing it.
"Did I offend you? If so, I'm terribly sorry. Honestly I am. I like you, sir, and would
never do anything to offend you, knowingly."
"I'm not offended, Catherine, but you did shake me up a little. Why would you ask
such a question of me?"
"You mean about the dog?" Her brown eyes looked troubled.
"Yes."
"Please – please forget I said that. Sometimes I'm a very stupid person, and this was
one of those times. Please do forget I said that and forgive me, too."
I patted her on the ass. "Okay, if you'll do something for me sometime."
"Anything you want, anytime you want it, Mr. Williams."
"I'd like for you to suck me off."
The lust came alive in those brown eyes of hers again. "I should be delighted to suck
your prick, sir. Shall I do so now or do you wish to wait till you have more juice?"
"I'd better wait a while, Catherine," I told her, grinning. "I just blew my wad in you, as
you know."
"You certainly did, Mr. Williams. My, I do love a man who can blow a great deal of hot
come into me. My cunt actually craves hot come, Mr. Williams. Do you believe that?"
"If you say your cunt craves hot come, I'll believe it," I told her, grinning again.
"Oh, it does, Mr. Williams. Sometimes I wish I lived in a place where there were a
hundred men. I swear I'd fuck every one of them daily."
I laughed. "That's a hell of a lot of fucking. You'd get blisters, Catherine."
"I wouldn't mind," she sighed. "What a marvelous way to get blisters."
I looked at this lovely girl and marveled at how terrific she was. "You're something
else," I said. "You really are."
"I beg your pardon," she said. "I don't think I heard you right."
I smiled. "I simply said you're something else."
"Something else than what?" she inquired sharply.
It dawned on me that she hadn't heard this expression, so I explained it to her. She
smiled oddly then and her face lost the sharp look, which was a very good thing. Such a
lovely face was never intended for sharp looks, but for lust and pleasure. This was my
conception of how her face should always be – lust-filled and pleasure-loving.
"Why don't you answer me, sir?" she asked, a puzzled frown appearing on her
forehead.
"Oh – did I forget to, Catherine? Let me see – what was the question?" I had really
forgotten now if I had explained it or not.
"I asked you," she said, "what you meant by something else than what?"
"Oh that – why I just explained it to you."
"But I don't understand," she said.
"Look," I cried. "Will you forget it? Please forget it. It was just an expression. It means
practically nothing."
"Are you angry with me, Mr. Williams?" Her face looked sharp again.
"Please," I said. "Don't do that to your face, Catherine. It spoils your looks. Smile at
me. There – that's better," I added when she did smile at me. "You know, you're a very
lovely girl. You should never frown or have a sharp, distasteful look about you."
She was silent for a moment. Then she shook me up by asking the damnedest question
imaginable, one she had asked before. "Mr. Williams, why do you want to suck off a
dog?"
"What!" I cried. "What in hell are you asking me, girl?"
"I asked you why you wanted to suck off a dog?"
"I know the words," I barked. "I heard them once before. Why are you asking me such
a stupid damned question? I have no desire to do such a thing. Are you trying to plant
the idea in my mind, Catherine?"
"Of course not. I think it is a terrible thing to do." Her eyes told me, however, that she
didn't think it a terrible thing.
"I'm glad," I said dryly, "that we agree on something, Catherine."
She reached out and took my penis in her hands and ran her fingers over it lovingly.
"You have such a pretty cock, Mr. Williams. I do love a pretty cock, you know. I think
a pretty cock is just about the prettiest thing in the world."
I half-grinned, not being quite sure if she was putting me on or not. She didn't appear
to be. I'd never had anyone refer to my cock as pretty. I looked at it now, what I could
see of it. It didn't look pretty to me. It looked useful and I was – well, as proud of it as
every guy is of his own tool. My mind whispered to me, get off this nutty think-stuff.
"Thank you, Catherine," I said soberly. "I'm glad you like my cock. Do you like it well
enough to sue "Certainly sir. I should be grateful if you would allow me to suck you
off."
I knew this "grateful" bit was rubbish, but it sounded good. There was something about
it that was highly erotic and I was all for anything that was highly erotic anytime. I lay
down flat on my back and looked at her black hair, her big tits. "You may proceed to
suck me off, my dear," I said quietly, though my pulse was racing.
"Do you wish the French method or the Scandinavian?"
I raised my head and stared into her pretty brown eyes. "Are you putting me on, baby?"
I asked gravely.
"Certainly not. In the French method you suck the head and jack the tool with the
fingers. In the Scandinavian you go up and down, up and down."
"I see," I said, smiling now. "I'll take the American way. Just suck the head, running the
tongue over it."
"You're making fun of me," she scolded, though she laughed when she spoke.
"Not at all. If you can make up methods, so can I."
"Please remove your pants and undershorts, Mr. Williams. I like to work the naked
male!"
"You want to see what you're sucking.
Right?"
She smiled and tugged at my pants' belt. "Yes, indeed I do, Mr. Williams. I like to see
the balls of the man I'm going down on. I like to stick my finger in his asshole, too. I
like the smell of his flesh, his crotch, and I can get nothing besides his cock if he has
his pants and undershorts on. So remove them, please."
I was about to pull open my pants when Sue walked into the room. I saw her
immediately but apparently Catherine didn't. When I grinned at Sue and seemed to
hesitate at removing my pants, Catherine pulled them down for me, as well as my brief.
Immediately, she began to suck my ever-growing hard-on. I winked at Sue, who smiled
tensely and came over to the bed. I saw her remove her blouse, exposing her great
titties to view. She lay down on the bed with Catherine taking no apparent notice of her
and pushed her breasts into my face. Ah, what a delightful way to spend the early part
of an evening. One black-haired witch sucking your cock. One blonde nymph rubbing
her hot titties across your face. I did the obvious thing, of course. I sucked titties as my
cock was being drained.
Suddenly, the two girls, as if they had rehearsed the thing, changed their positions on
the bed, more or less forcing me up to my hands and knees. Catherine lay beneath my
crotch and by grasping my hips was able to pull herself up and down in such a fashion
that I later thought of her as having "gone up" on me and not down on me. While this
was going on rather frantically, Sue was on her knees, her skirt also removed (which
left her wearing only her stockings and the belt that held them up) and she was holding
my head with both hands and rubbing her cunt lips over my mouth and nose. One
time she got my nose in her cunt and seemed to apply suction to it. I knew she couldn't
possibly do this as an actuality, but it felt as though she did. At any rate, whether she
did or not, it was a wild and wonderful feeling. I had no idea of how many times I had
gone off this day, but I knew it had been often and I wondered briefly about this. How
could I have managed to blow so much come in one day? The answer appeared to be
that there were so many different females about, and I was including Jules. All of them
were so crazy hot and bothered at all times. Variety is the spice of life no doubt; it is
also the spice of sex.
My brief moment of thinking came to an end quickly, for Catherine had picked up the
pace of her sucking while at the same time Sue was pushing my face down into her
crotch. I let her do this, of course. Otherwise, she couldn't have achieved it. Her crotch
smelled clean and beautiful and I began to suck on the lips of her cunt almost as if they
were – something else. She had a way of "pouting" with her cunt lips and this gave me
something to suck, as it were. Both females were moaning and groaning and rubbing
their flesh against mine so hotly and passionately that I suddenly gave up and released
in Catherine's mouth an awful torrent of sap. I blew into her a greater amount than I
had blown all day long and once again I wondered where the hell I was getting all this
stuff. Catherine kept on sucking my cock, going up and down on it the entire length
and gently rubbing her teeth on it teasing me, hurting me slightly, causing me to erupt
again, which I did to my great surprise and pleasure.
"Oh, what a man you are," Catherine moaned, sounding as if she were having an
orgasm. "You blow off more than a stud horse."
I was tonguing Sue's cunt, but she too was having an orgasm and after a few moments,
she half-pushed me away and collapsed on the bed. Catherine, I now noticed, had
stopped sucking my cock and she too was motionless but breathing very hard. I felt a
wave of physical weakness spread over me and I fell down on top of the two females,
my face buried in tits, though who the tits belonged to I didn't know, and, at the
moment, couldn't have cared less. I fell asleep without any trouble at all.

* * *

When I opened my eyes, I was alone on the bed and, for once, I was glad of it.
"These goddamn females are going to kill me before they're through," I murmured.
I got off the bed and staggered to the hallway before I realized I wasn't dressed.
Returning to the bedside, I put on my briefs and pants and went back to the hall, down
the stairs and into the front room. It was dark outside now and all the lights in the
house seemed to be turned on, including the one in the bedroom where I had just
awakened. I searched for the bottle of brandy, found it, and had a couple of good slugs
from it. I felt stronger almost immediately. I knew I had better knock off on any more
sexual activity for this day. If I didn't I might end up having a stroke, as my uncle had
once done, so my father had told me. My uncle had fucked himself to death, literally,
according to my dad. I had always thought this to be a very funny story, and only a
story, but now I was beginning to realize it was entirely possible to fuck oneself to
death.
I grinned, however, at the thought. There was something humorous about it. If a man
had to die, what better way to "Oh – there you are," a voice behind me said.
I whirled about and saw Mrs. Coggins. She was dressed fit to kill. She gave me an
amorous glance and walked close to me. I caught the scent of her perfume and knew it
was expensive stuff. I wondered, idly, if she had to use a lot more of it than most
women because of the dog odors she must certainly pick up and retain for a time. I
unconsciously moved away from her.
"Give me a drink, will you, Mr. Williams?" she asked, holding out her hand.
There were glasses handy, so I poured a bit of brandy into one and handed it to her.
She shook her head. "I want a regular brandy glass, Dave." This time she used my first
name just to keep things on an even keel, I supposed. I searched about, found a brandy
glass and poured her another drink, taking the first glass from her hand and setting it
down even as I handed the brandy glass to her. She drank the stuff in one fast gulp,
which is definitely not the way to drink brandy.
"Tastes good," she said. "Tastes almost as good as come."
I didn't bother to ask her if she was referring to man come or dog though I was
tempted to do so. Instead, I changed the subject the obvious way. "You're dressed up
formally," I said, looking at her black, floor length dress. There were little gray beads of
glass or something all over the garment. It was cut exceedingly low in front and, in fact,
barely confined her titties. I had no doubt that if she turned about quickly, one of them
would pop out in full view. If she was trying to show off her pretty boobs, she couldn't
have picked a better dress. "Tell me, why the formal wear? Are you going somewhere
tonight?"
"I almost always dress this way in the evening, dear," she said, and I wondered what the
hell the "dear" was for.
"Do I?" I said politely. "Why?"
She turned about gracefully and smiled seductively at me. "I like to, Mr. Williams. By
the way, did you notice I called you 'dear' a moment ago?"
I nodded and looked at her black hair with the gray at the side of her head. She was a
damned good-looking broad for her age, no mistake about it. She still had plenty of sex
appeal and what was more, she knew it. "Yes, Mrs. Coggins," I said, answering her. "I
did notice you calling me 'dear.' How come? Did it just slip out?"
"I suppose so," she replied, smiling oddly. "I'm really getting quite – er – fond of you.
I grinned. "I'll bet you are," I said, though I said it good-naturedly.
She smiled again in that odd way she sometimes had. "You saw me sucking the prick of
a dog and you don't know what to make of it, do you, Mr. Williams?"
My scalp began to crawl slightly, though I merely smiled at her. "No, I don't know
what to make of it, Mrs. Coggins. I have no intentions of trying to make anything of it.
What you do is your business. What I do is mine. This sounds rather simple-minded,
but it's the sort of thing I believe in and live by." She shook me up then. "Mrs.
Williams," she said softly, "if you'll come with me, I'll show you one of my other dogs.
I can look him over, think about it all you like. If you decide you'd like to have –
something to do with – him – it'll be perfectly all right with me." I moistened my now
dry lips. "A while ago," I said steadily and slowly, "Catherine said something similar to
me. Would you mind explaining why you have just said it? This thing about a dog and
me."
"I can see it in your eyes, Mr. Williams. At least, I think I can. You have a deeply
repressed desire to – have an affair with an – animal. You needn't be shocked by this.
There are many people who have this feeling at times. Doctors will tell you this. That
is, they will tell you privately, not professionally. At least, I don't think they would
speak about animal relationships in a professional-consultation, let me call it."
I poured myself another brandy and sipped it. "Mrs. Coggins," I said coolly, "you're out
of your fucking mind. I have no desires, repressed or otherwise, to let a male dog screw
me, or whatever the hell he might do."
She sighed. "Don't you really. Well, could be I'm wrong. I often am, you know. What a
pity. I had the perfect dog for you, too. He had a nice long, slim cock. It would go up
your asshole nicely, would fit your ass cavity just wonderfully. His whang isn't large in
circumference, so it wouldn't hurt a man's asshole. My goodness, what a shame you
don't want to avail yourself of his joy." She paused and looked at me searching. "Now
tell me, Mr. Williams, after just hearing what I said, have you something else you want
to say to me, perhaps?" She smiled. "Just perhaps, you know? Between the two of us?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes, Mrs. Coggins, I do have something to say." I looked her
straight in the eye. "I have this to say and it's a question. Have you any idea of where
Miss Raimey is. I think it's time the two of us got the hell out of this madhouse."
Mrs. Coggins laughed. "Oh, my dear boy," she cried. "It is indeed a madhouse and, of
course, I know where Miss Raimey is, but you won't be able to leave for at least a little
while, I'm afraid. You see, Miss Raimey is at this very moment being fucked by Prince.
He is in a perfect frenzy of sex. You see, he loves strange woman-cunt as much, or
more, as any man." She threw her head back and laughed so hard her tits popped opt
of her beaded dress. "Oh, crazy, crazy, crazy," she cried. "What a wonderful thing it is
to have no compunctions." Mrs. Coggins was doubled up with mirth now, her titties
hanging out of her dress in the most maddening way imaginable.
I reached out and cupped them with my hands. "Mrs. Coggins," I said, my voice
sounding as if it were coming from some faraway place, "I don't believe I want to leave
your house after all. I think, if you have no objections, that I shall throw you to the
floor and fuck your cunt. Do you mind, dear lady "
"No, Mr. Williams, I don't mind. In fact, I had it planned that you should fuck me
now. Please – begin, sir."


Chapter 10

I didn't begin, however, for Jules took that precise moment to enter the room. He
didn't act as if he were a servant at all, but came directly to the spot where we were
standing and, picking up the brandy bottle, boldly poured himself a drink which he
tossed off with dispatch. He immediately had another. He smacked his lips and looked
at first me, then Mrs. Coggins.
"You two look as if you were getting ready to do something dirty," Jules said thickly,
and this was when I first suspected he was drunk. He waved his hand about. "Go right
ahead. You want to fuck, you just fuck. Don't let me stop you. I'll even help you, if you
want." He threw back his head and laughed, the spittle from his mouth drooling down
his chin. He wiped it off with his "I got the best fucking boss in the world. I wouldn't
trade jobs with no one. No sir, not me. I got the best job in the world." He grabbed up
the brandy bottle and staggered out of the room without a word being said by Mrs.
Coggins, though I had been almost sure she would reprimand him in some manner.
I turned to her and looked her over carefully. She didn't look absurd in that expensive
formal dress, but she almost did. I noted her forearms and how smooth-looking her
skin was. Wanting to touch her arm, I did so, gently, rubbing my hand the length of
her forearm. She turned about, buried her head against my chest, and pulled on it with
her mouth to the point where it caused me to wince.
"Mrs. Coggins," I said quickly, "if you want something in your mouth, I have
something far better than chest hair."
She drew her head back, releasing the hair, and grinned up at me. She was, as I have
stated previously, a damned good-looking woman. There were times when she looked
to be forty and there were other times when she seemed much younger. At the moment
she seemed younger than ever before to me. I smiled at her as she continued to grin
and while we were doing this, she was unzipping my fly and snaking her hand into my
pants. Her fingers encircled my half hard-on and jacked it a few times, causing it to
become much harder.
"Do you think you can screw me, baby?" she asked. "Reason I ask is you've had that
cock of yours in a lot of holes today, to my knowledge. You probably have had it in a
few times I don't know a thing about. Personally, I don't see how you can fuck so
often. Are you some kind of super fucker?"
I laughed. "I'm a bit surprised at myself, Mrs. Coggins. As to whether I can do it again
right now, I'm not sure. I don't seem to have much of an urge."
"Can't say as I blame you. Would watching me do something, say to Jules, help to
make you hot, Mr. Williams? You see, I do want you to fuck me very badly. I want to
feel that swollen tube of yours poking at my cunt. I-"
"It's hard, Mrs. Coggins. My penis, I mean. If you'll just lie down on the sofa, I'll be
happy to try."
She giggled oddly. "I don't care to fuck in this room, honey. Rather have you alone
somewhere. Sure as hell if you top me in this room, that drunken Jules will come in
and stick you in the asshole. This time I want you all to myself. That okay?"
"Mrs. Coggins," I said honestly. "I don't feel much like fucking at the moment. Won't
you wait for a while, give me a chance to recuperate?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Williams. Always happy to oblige a good piece of ass. Nothing like a
good piece of ass, Mr. Williams. Not for me, anyway. I'm willing to do just about
anything for a man who's a good fucker. You, sir, are an excellent fucker, but I suppose
you've heard that lots of times from other females."
"No, I haven't. Not very often, at least. I'm very flattered by your remark. Every guy
likes to think he's quite a stud, you know."
She snorted. "Most men aren't studs at all, just farters. They climb on top and start to
fart while they try to fuck you. I can't stand these damned farters. A good lay never has
a lot of gas on his stomach. He doesn't gulp his food down, for one thing. I've often
noticed that about a good man, a good cocksman. How slowly and carefully he eats. A
bad fucker eats very fast, swallows a lot of air with his food and then when he gets on a
woman, he starts farting. Like I said, I can't stand these farters.
"I never heard of anything like this," I told . her truthfully. "This is the first time I ever
knew that eating and fucking are related."
"Sure they are, sort of," she replied. "Basic needs, that sort of thing. You need to eat,
you need to fuck. Some people – those who never get any fucking – eat themselves
into an early grave. Surely you know that, Mr. Williams."
"Come to think of it, I do know this," I said, and laughed. "Why are we talking about
all this?"
"Maybe we're killing time until you feel like grabbing me and sinking the shaft."
I laughed again. "Could be. Conversation can sometimes-"
"Make a man feel more like fucking,," she inquired, breaking in quickly.
"No. I didn't mean that-" I said no more, for Jules had staggered into the room again.
This time Mrs. Coggins reacted. "Jules," she said sharply. "You're drunk. Go upstairs
and go to bed. This instant. I won't have you drinking any more brandy. Understand
me?"
Jules blinked his eyes and tried to rub his bald head, but he missed it and caught his ear
instead. He was really loaded. I turned to Mrs. Coggins. "Want me to help him
upstairs, Mrs.
Coggins? Doubt if he can make it on his own." She shook his head and spoke softly.
"That's just what he wants – you to help him upstairs. The moment you got him onto
his bed he'd try to – Jules is very strong, you know. You're a powerful man, too, but
few men are the equal of Jules when it comes to brute strength. No – Mr. Williams –
you stay here – I'll help the fool upstairs."
"All right," I said. "I'll wait here for you." She gave me a searching look. "I hope I can
manage to get back downstairs before Catherine or Sue – can get it into them." She
gave me another searching look. "Think I can, Mr. Williams?"
"I think so," I answered, smiling at her.
She moved away from me and took Jules by the arm. I had expected him to resist her,
but he didn't. He went along quietly, though still staggering considerably. In a few
moments I heard them ascending the stairs slowly. I couldn't actually see them from
where I was, though. Jules seemed to be placing his feet down hard on each step, a
thing very drunken people seldom have presence of mind enough to do.
I sat down on the sofa, a drink in my hand, and glanced at my watch. It was ten
o'clock. I finished off the drink, got to my feet after a few moments, and walked to the
front door.
Stepping out of doors, I went to my car and opened the door. I checked the car over
and found everything to be all right. I wasn't sure of what I had expected to find –
perhaps someone might have taken it into his head to remove the rotor from the
distributor and thereby incapacitate the car; I often have hunches of this nature; there
was nothing unusual about it. I had sense enough to realize that this household wasn't
exactly a normal one and I also knew that anything might happen on these premises. It
was simply a wise move on my part to check the car over – I might want to leave Mrs.
Coggins' "sex house" in a hurry. When I closed the car door and headed back for the
house, I heard the barking of many dogs. The barking, most of it, was deep in pitch,
with meant the dogs, wherever they were kept, were large ones. Large enough to satisfy
a woman like Mrs. Coggins. Thinking of her and her need for dogs made me shiver a
little as I reentered the house.
Sue stood just inside the door. "Hi," she said, and smiled. "Are you about ready to cut
out of here?"
"It's kind of late, isn't it? I suppose Mrs. Coggins would be willing to have us stay
overnight, don't you think?"
She moved away from me when I tried to put my arm about her. "Don't," she said
quickly. "I mean, I don't want anyone to touch me right now."
I recalled what Mrs. Coggins said about Sue being fucked by Prince and wondered if
there was any truth in it. I decided to ask Sue point blank. When I had done so, she
turned very red and moved away from me again. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you
mad at me for some reason?"
"No, Dave," she replied quickly. "I could never be mad at you. It's just that I feel – so
– damned – strange – I want to leave this place."
I gave her a searching glance. She looked troubled. "Do you really want to cut out? We
can, you know. Just say the word and we'll get out of here fast. Nothing to stop us."
"Then let's go right now," she cried, her face twisted oddly.
"Wait a minute," I said calmly. "You didn't answer my question. What about Prince,
did he or didn't he?"
"Didn't he what?" she asked, averting her eyes.
"Oh, come on – you know what I'm talking about. Did you let him – fuck you?"
"No," she said shortly.
I was vastly relieved by this one-word answer. While I had found it exceptionally erotic
to watch Mrs. Coggins being fucked by the dog, I wasn't at all certain that I wanted Sue
to have the same thing happen to her. Could be that I wanted Sue all for myself. I
wondered about this and shook my head. No, it wasn't that. "It's not that," I said aloud
without realizing I was doing so.
"What's not that?" she wanted to know. "Listen," I said, not answering her for the
moment, "go out and climb into my car. I want to speak to Mrs. Coggins before we
leave. I'll be right out. The car, is parked near the front door. It's dark out there, but if
you leave the font door of the house open, you can find your way to the car."
"All right, Dave. I'll do as you say. You won't be long, will you? I mean, you aren't
going to screw her or anything, are you?"
I grinned. "I doubt it. I think I've just about had it for this day. Sex, I mean."
She smiled. "Wait till I get you away from here and we find a motel room. I'll bet you I
can change your mind."
I laughed. "Okay. Go and get into the car. Have you got your purse and – let me see –
did you bring your grip into the house?"
"Don't worry about my purse and grip, Dave. I'll take care of those. Go and speak to
Mrs. Coggins and then hurry to the car. I want to get away from here."
"All right," I said, and watched her walk toward the front door. When she had stepped
out of doors, I headed for the stairs. I had no real or special desire to speak to Mrs.
Coggins, but I thought it no more than right to bid her good-bye. After all, weirdo or
not, she had invited us into her home and offered us all sorts of sex kicks. The least I
could do was to thank her and perhaps tell her we would like to revisit her sometime. I
wasn't sure why Sue wanted to leave in such a hurry. I thought it might be because she
was having strong feelings of remorse about herself and the – dog. I hadn't the slightest
doubt but what she had allowed Mrs. Coggins to talk her into indulging with Prince, to
put it mildly.
I headed down the upstairs hallway looking for an opened door. There were none, so I
stopped at each and listened for sounds. At the third door I heard something and
pushed it open a few inches. There was a dim bluish light on at the far end of the large
room and it cast off just enough light for me to see what was taking place on the bed.
Jules was naked. Mrs. Coggins had stripped her formal dress down over her shoulders
and it hung at her waist. Her great tits jumped about as she bobbed her head up and
down, sucking the odd-looking prick of Jules'. Jules looked to be passed out cold, but
his prick was hard, though it was by no means alive. Mrs. Coggins seemed quite
content with the amount of cock that was going in and out of her mouth.
I stood there and watched the fascinating sight for a long time. Say what you will, there
is a great deal of the voyeur in all of us. All of us have our things to watch, those things
we would rather witness than anything else. It is human nature to want to watch others
engaging in sexual acts and this has always been to the despair of the moralist, those
who seek to cover everything with the mantle of morality. Sex is sex and it is never
anything else. Sex isn't love, though it can walk hand in hand with love. Love, more
often than not, is simply a code word for sex. It seems strange that this very elementary
idea has not been understood very well until the past few years.
Mrs. Coggins was seemingly having the time of her life. How Jules managed to remain
hard and asleep at the same time was something to conjecture with, though I knew it
was possible, if only for a few moments. He, however, continued to remain stiff for
minutes as I stood there watching her suck him off.
Finally, I saw him half rise, saw his eyes open and close, saw his body shudder and then
jerk hard and fast. I knew Jules was blowing off into her mouth. Even if I couldn't have
known this by watching her jerking, shuddering body, I would have suspected it from
the way Mrs. Coggins was acting. She was moving her head about frantically and now
she grabbed Jules by the cheeks of his butt and dug her fingers into his flesh savagely as
she swallowed down his come. I knew she was having difficulty swallowing all of his
come because I saw some of it trickling out the corners of her mouth.
My own cock became enormous in size now. I pulled it out of my pants and, walking to
the bed, grabbed Mrs. Coggins by the titties and pulled her off Jules. I then lay down
on the bed and forced her mouth to my crotch. She squealed with delight and a
moment later I felt her hot, wet lips go about my stiffened penis and she was now
sucking me instead of Jules. I glanced at him once, but he seemed to be unconscious, so
I forgot about him completely and concentrated on Mrs. Coggins and her sucking lips.
"That's the way," I told her softly. "Suck my cock, honey. Suck the sap from me. Suck
it hard, baby. I'll shoot the works into you soon." My remarks were meant to make her
even hotter and apparently they did, for she moaned and began to roll her head from
side to side as she sucked my prick. This reminded me of a cocker spaniel shaking a rat,
a not too pleasurable thought at the moment but one that was fairly precise.
She bit me once, which caused me to grasp her hair in my hands and pull on it hard.
This was just a reminder to her not to get carried away with the biting bit. I had a
woman do this to me once and I had no desire to have it repeated.
"Just suck it, honey," I told her softly. "Don't bite it."
Mrs. Coggins continued to suck my penis, it growing larger in her mouth by the
moment. I knew it was going to require quite a bit of time for me to achieve. I had
gone off so many times this past twenty-four hours it was doubtful there was any come
left in me.
I put this into words a few moments later. "I don't have much come in me, I'm afraid,
Mrs. Coggins. You'll have to work hard for it this time."
My cock began to flow. The stuff squirted from my penis slowly at first, then in
increasing amounts.
Mrs. Coggins sucked every drop of the thick, sticky stuff out of me, her hands digging
hard into the flesh of my butt.
I pulled my clothing together and went down stairs fast. I headed for the front door,
which, I soon saw, was standing open as I had suggested to Sue to leave it. I stepped
outside and headed for the car, able to see it quite clearly because of the light from the
hallway. Pulling open the car door, I started to climb in when an ominous deepthroated 
growl rooted me to the spot. Prince was in the car, I now saw by the light
from the dash. He was not only in the car. He was in the back seat with Sue. Her dress
was resting high on her back, she was wearing no panties as usual, and Prince was on
top of her, his prong buried deeply into her cunt. I closed the car door quickly when
Prince revealed his long white fangs to me. I saw that one of the rear windows had been
rolled down and I stepped close to it. I could hear Prince grunting and breathing fast
like a human as he pumped his prong into the girl's cunt. She was on her hands and
knees, her head pushed against the side of the car seat, her long blonde hair hanging
down and almost completely covering her face, insofar as I could tell because now it
was dark in the car, the dash light having been switched off when I closed the door.
Only the light from the hallway of the house afforded any illumination and this wasn't
considerable. However, I could see that her hair was covering her face and that she
wasn't moving at all but simply resting on her hands and knees and apparently
allowing the police dog to fuck her.
For a moment, anger took over and I was ready to yank open the door and go for that
goddamned filthy dog. Reason prevailed. That police dog could have torn my throat out
before I moved. I knew this. Besides – she seemed not to be offering any resistance and
I recalled that Mrs. Coggins had told me she had already fucked the dog. Put it this
way – I was filled with conflicting feelings and urges, but the one that won out was the
cool and calm one. Cool and calm to a degree, I hasten to add.
My heart was doing plenty of fast pumping.
It occurred to me that Sue might have opened the door willingly to let the dog get in
beside her. I wondered if she had done this and concluded she probably had.
Shrugging, I turned and stepped back from the car. I could hear that sonofabitch'n dog
screwing her. It almost made me sick to my stomach.
I reentered the house, leaving the front door standing ajar. I wanted to grab Sue by her
neck and slap the hell out of her. It was one thing for Mrs. Coggins to make love to a
police dog, but it was quite another matter, to my momentary manner of thinking, for a
young, lush girl to do so. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became,
although it never occurred to me that I was being a hypocrite. After all, I had just got
through doing something that wasn't quite ruby-like.
I stopped in the middle of the front room and felt of myself between the legs. I swore. I
was as hard as a rock. What the hell was it with me in this place? I knew I hadn't
suddenly developed into a superman, but it was definitely strange – this business of
having one hard-on after another all day long and half the night. I picked up the
brandy bottle and looked at it. Funny thing about this bottle. The more I drank from it,
the fuller it got. I distinctly recalled that it was only half full awhile ago. Now it was
almost two-thirds full. Was Mrs. Coggins adding to it every now and then, and if so,
why? Was she possibly putting something in it, along with more brandy itself, and if so
was this "something" an agent that caused a man to be extraordinarily potent and
virile? I had heard of many things that were considered to be aphrodisiac by laymen,
but Doctors had told me there was little that was really effective. So what was it Mrs.
Coggins was putting in the brandy, if anything? I shook my head.
"All of this is just nonsense," I murmured to myself. "You're upset because Sue is in the
car with that – animal – and it's making you think silly stuff. No one is putting
anything in or adding anything to the brandy."
I took a drink of brandy and put the bottle down and wiped my forehead. I was
sweating. I realized then that my face must be quite red.
The skin felt warm. I wiped my forehead again and looked up in surprise when Jules
came into the room wearing only his pajama bottoms.
"Well, hello there, sir. Mr. Williams, isn't it?" he said, squinting "You know damned
well who I am Jules," I snapped. Don't play games with me.
"Sorry," he said, and I noticed he didn't sound as drunk as he had some time before. "I
really couldn't tell for certain if it was you or not. I wear contact lenses and don't have
them on at the moment. As a matter of fact, I lost them somewhere, both of 'em.
Terrible nuisance, not being able to see anything. Mr. Williams."
I turned my back on him and sipped my brandy. "I suppose it is," I said carelessly.
"Terrible nuisance to have a temper, too, you know."
He came around in front of me. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Williams?"
"I mean, goddamn it, that I have a goddamned temper and that I am slowly but surely
losing it. Now – do you want to remain here and keep on talking to me or do you want
to haul your lousy ass out of my sight?"
"I've offended you. Will you tell me what I did, Mr. Williams?" He stood there, a drink
in one hand, his other hand nervously stroking his bald head.
"You haven't offended me, you creep," I said hastily. "I just want to get the goddamned
hell out of this rat's nest."
He regarded me levelly. "If you feel that way, Mr. Williams, I'm sure Mrs. Coggins
would be most anxious for you to leave her house." I put my glass down. "Don't
patronize me, you fuckhead, or I'll part your head where your hair ought to be."
He retreated, a look of fear in his eyes. "Sorry. You do seem rather upset. Perhaps I
should go and fetch Mrs. Coggins."
"Yeah. You do that, buster," I snapped. "And hurry up about it."
He left the room and a few minutes later I saw Mrs. Coggins enter it. She came to
within a few feet of me and stood looking at me oddly. "Is something wrong, Mr.
Williams?" she asked quietly.
I had calmed down considerably, but I was still thinking about Sue being in my car
with that goddamned dog. "Will you please go out to my car and remove your animal,
Mrs. Coggins?" I said, looking her straight in the eye.
"Is Prince in your car, Mr. Williams? How did he get there? Did you put him in it?"
"Yes, he's in my car. I don't know how he got there. I didn't put him in – now then –
will you remove him, if you please?"
"Yes, of course." But she made no move to leave the room. "Mr. Williams," she said
slowly, "is Prince with Miss Raimey in the car?"
You would have thought she meant, are they holding a conversation, the girl and the
dog? "Yes, goddamn it. Get that dog out of my car, Mrs. Coggins. Hurry."
"If Prince is there with Miss Raimey, I can't interrupt things," she said, her hand at her
throat. "I wouldn't dare – interrupt Prince. He gets very – nasty when I try to –
prevent him from enjoying himself."
"It's a goddamned dog," I cried. "You speak of him as if he were human."
She shook her head. "As far as sex is concerned, sex and a woman, he is just like a man,
a wild man at that. Not even I dare to interfere with him when he is – doing it to a
woman. It would be worth my life to try to stop him once he has started."
"Nuts. Have you got a gun. I'll stop him quick."
She moved away and looked at me carefully. "I have guns in the house, yes, but I'll not
give you one so you can kill Prince. You have no right to kill him."
"That goddamned dog is screwing my girl," I cried angrily.
Mrs. Coggins shrugged. "She probably encouraged him."
"Get me a gun, Mrs. Coggins." I eyed her steadily.
She shook her head. "No, I refuse to do that, Mr. Williams."
"Then I'll get a knife or something and slit his goddamned throat."
Her lips parted and she brushed her hand at her hair. "I wouldn't try that, Mr.
Williams. Chances are he'd have you by the throat before you could slit his. Prince is a
very powerful and quick animal."
"Don't you understand, damnit? I want him off my girl. I want a gun so I can move
him off her. I don't intend to – I won't kill him, I'll just wound him in a leg, say. Please
get me a gun."
"No," she said, shaking her head and averting her eyes at the same time. "I can't let you
harm him, but I'll see if I can't get him off her. You stay here, Mr. Williams. Don't
come near the car while I'm making my move. If he catches a whiff of you, he may go
mad on us. It's entirely possible, you know. After all, Prince is a dog." You'd have
thought she was making a big concession by admitting the animal was a dog. She
sniffed, rubbed her eyes, and walked toward the front door while I watched her every
move. When she had disappeared through the door, I moved quickly to the front of the
hallway where I could at least attempt to see what was going to happen.
I was mistaken in this – I couldn't see a thing out of doors. I neither saw her nor the
car. I saw nothing but darkness out there. I listened with all of my senses alert, but
there was no sound. Finally, I moved back away from the door because I was aware that
she might be able to see me and was simply waiting until I withdrew before opening
the car door. I stopped in my tracks a few feet from the door and listened intently again
but could hear nothing. If Mrs. Coggins was attempting to get the dog from the car, she
was certainly doing it with great care, for there were no sounds coming from the
vicinity of the car. I walked back into the front room and poured myself a long drink of
brandy. I lifted the glass to my lips and felt my brain explode. The room moved as if I
were a ship on a rugged sea; the waves got higher and more rugged and then I lost my
balance and plunged overboard, not into water but into a sea of blackness.
It was daylight. I sat up groggily and looked about the room. I noticed there was white
material all about me and it was then I discovered that I was in bed. The white material
was merely a sheet over me. I threw the sheet off and bounded to my feet. I was naked
and my clothes weren't in the room. I swore. What the hell did Mrs. Coggins think she
was doing? Was she attempting to hold me prisoner? I searched the bathroom, but my
clothes weren't there, either. Again I swore and this time in a loud voice. The moment I
returned to the bedroom I saw the door to the hall open and Catherine stepped into the
room. She was wearing a mini-skirted maid's outfit which ordinarily I would have
thought terrific. At the moment, however, I was mad. Mad about the ache I had just
discovered had been in my head ever since awakening. Mad about being struck over the
head the night before. Mad about Sue, about Mrs. Coggins and her goddamned police
dog, and – I thought I might even be mad at Catherine, but one searching and
seductive look from her brown eyes, and I knew I wasn't mad at this black-haired 
bigtitted wench.
"Hey," I cried. "Catherine, where the hell are my clothes, baby?"
She smiled and crossed the room and came into my arms. "I like you when you're
naked. This way-" Here she stepped back and glanced down at me. "This way I can se
stepped back and glanced down at me. 'This way I can see that long cock of yours.
How very pretty it is. May I have the honor of kneeling down and sucking it, sir?" She
gave me a wide-eyed-innocent-girl look that nearly broke me up and definitely dissolved
my anger. "Sir," she repeated. "I asked you a question. I asked you if I might have the
honor of sucking your cock. May I?"
This "servant talk" with the inclusion of the "sirs" set me up in fine style. The fact that
I had had a night's sleep didn't hurt any either. I forgot about the ache in my head
from the blow of the night before. I forgot, even, about Sue Raimey and her session
with the dog in my car. I thought only of how lovely and sexy and lustful-looking
Catherine was at the moment. I played along with her "respectful" style of speech. "You
may have the honor," I murmured. "But I insist that you play with my balls and suck
my asshole, in addition to going down on my cock, little one." This speech was so
goddamned silly that it nearly caused me to erupt in laughter, but somehow I managed
to hold it back.
I noticed Mrs. Coggins and Jules standing in the doorway of the room. Both were fully
clothed and Jules was holding a revolver, though he wasn't necessarily pointing it at me.
"Both of you," Mrs. Coggins said crisply, "will stop that now. Jules and I want Mr.
Williams to come to the basement so he can see his girl being fucked by Prince. We
have it all set up and waiting for him" Her eyes glinted oddly.
Jules raised the gun and pointed it straight at my head. I could tell by the expression on
his face that he meant business. So did Mrs. Coggins. Her eyes were becoming more
glinty by the moment.
"Do I get my clothes first?"
"No, come as you are," Jules replied.
"Keep the gun on him, Jules," she said.
She left the room and I followed her with Jules walking a couple of yards behind me.
We went down the stairs, passed down along a hallway until we came to a door. Mrs.
Coggins took out a key and unlocked the door and flicked on a light. I saw we were at
the top of the basement stairs.
I blinked my eyes and looked about the room. There didn't appear to be anything in
the room except a sort of fence at one end. A semi-partition would be a better word to
describe it. There was a little door at one end of the partition. Mrs. Coggins instructed
me to step through the door, which I did. She told Jules to get behind the partition and
he did so, still holding the gun but no pointing it directly at me now. Evidently, he had
concluded I wasn't going to give him any trouble. I sure as hell wasn't – not while he
held a gun on me. I'm not a fool.
"Just stay behind the fence," Mrs. Coggins said. "I'm going to bring Miss Raimey into
the room along with Prince. Prince is ready, Mr. Williams. Your girl is going to get it
like she never had it before."
"Mrs. Coggins," I said steadily, "is Miss Raimey agreeable to all this or are you forcing
her?"
Mrs. Coggins was halfway across the room, her ass wriggling as she walked, but now
she stopped and turned around. "Miss Raimey isn't willing, Mr. Williams. Why do you
think I'm having Jules carry a gun?" Mrs. Coggins evidently thought her remark funny,
for she began to laugh crazily. "You see, I can't have you trying to be a big hero as you
were last night and deprive my Prince of his love life."
"You're out of your mind, Mrs. Coggins," I said quietly. "I've thought so for some time.
Now I know it. You're completely gone."
She laughed strangely and left the room as I felt Jules pressing the gun into my ribs.
"Take that goddamned gun out of my ribs," I growled at him.
"You be more careful how you talk to Mrs. Coggins," Jules said, his tone of voice
sounding mean and nasty.
"Mrs. Coggins would take care of things if I had to shoot you and kill you. Mrs.
Coggins is smart."
"Nuts," I said, spitting the word out. "She's out of her mind. What you think is
smartness is simply craziness."
"She's not crazy and don't say she is. I don't like to hear people 'saying that about Mrs.
Coggins."
"I see," I said quickly. "I take it then you have heard this same remark about her
before."
He shook his head. "I didn't mean it that way. Stop confusing me."
"I don't care much for people who say they'll shoot me in the back. Can you blame me,
Jules?"
"I have to say things like that." His tone was a pleasing one. "Mrs. Coggins is my boss.
She told me to guard you."
"Okay, so you're guarding me, but tell me something, Jules. What is Mrs. Coggins
doing this for? I mean why did she have me brought here by force to watch the dog
screw the girl?"
"Because it is one of the ways she has of obtaining pleasure."
"You mean she enjoys watching a guy watch a dog fuck a girl?"
"Exactly, Mr. Williams. She likes the feeling of pleasure and power that comes over her
when she forces a man to see his girl being screwed by her dog. One of her dogs, I
should say."
"I see – where does she keep the rest of the dogs?"
"She has kennels. Much of the time these other dogs are kept in a sedated state."
"So they won't be barking and raising hell – that it?"
"Something like that. Right now Prince is her number one fucker. If she grows tired of
him, she'll put him back in the enclosed area of the kennel and remove another
animal."
"What happens if Prince grows tired of screwing women?"
Jules shrugged. "Once Mrs. Coggins is convinced that the beast will no longer serve as
a sex partner she has him killed."
"And you're the guy who does the killing?"
"Yes, I'm the one."
"Tell me. How many dogs have you killed to date?"
"I haven't kept track of the number."
"That many, huh? Mrs. Coggins is crazier than I thought."
"She isn't crazy, Mr. Williams. Mrs. Coggins is simply a very hot woman. She likes to
get her kicks."
"Where is she now? What's the delay?"
It was at this point that Miss R. was in the nude, I believe. Mrs. Coggins wants her
dressed so that you may watch and see how Prince can disrobe a pretty girl before
raping her."
"What a term to use. Raping her. By any chance, Jules, do you think of Prince as a
man?" I gave him a careful look now.
"Of course not. Prince is a police dog."
"Dogs can't rape a woman, can they?"
"In this household, they can, believe me. I've seen it happen many times. Some people-"
Here he lowered his voice, "some people," he repeated, "call Mrs. Coggins the beast
woman, you know. I know this. I've heard the term applied to her."
"Doesn't she know people think of her as the beast woman?"
"I don't know. I never discuss such things with Mrs. Coggins."
I rubbed my jaw nervously. I was getting more and more jumpy by the moment. I
could see no chance of grabbing the gun out of his hand. Jules was a strong man, as
strong as I perhaps. I would have to have the jump on him, but so far he was being
very careful, too careful, even. "Take your cock out of your pants, Mr. Williams," he
said, his voice sounding hoarse and agitated. "I'll suck your penis like you never had it
sucked before."
I pretended indifference now. "No thanks. I'll save my hard-on for someone who really
needs it."
"Goddamn it!" Jules barked. "I need it.
Right now. Take it out of your pants." The gun in his hand shook, as did his whole
arm.
"All right, Jules," I told him, "but I don't think you'll be able to satisfy me. I've had
some real people suck me off, you see."
"I'm real," he muttered, dropping to his knees.
I knew now that he couldn't see over the top of his wooden fence or partition. He was
too close to the floor now. I removed my slightly hardened penis, taking as much time
as I possibly could. The moment before he took my joint in his hands to place it
between his lips preparatory to sucking me off, I saw my chance. I hit his gun arm hard
with my foot. The gun flew out of his grasp, I jerked away from his mouth and picked
up the gun at the precise moment Mrs. Coggins brought Sue Raimey and the big police
dog into the basement room. I knocked Jules over the head with the gun butt and he
fell senseless to the ground. I replaced my penis hurriedly and looked at the two women
and the dog. Mrs. Coggins had evidently drugged Sue because the girl's eyes were
extremely droopy. Sue was on her hands and knees now and fully dressed. The dog
started to bite at her skirt, tearing chunks out of it.
"Call him off, Mrs. Coggins," I said. "Get him out of the room or I'll shoot him. I have
the gun as you can see."
Mrs. Coggins looked at me apparently for the first time. "You can't do this," she cried
angrily. "Jules you fool, I told you to guard him."
"Jules it out cold. Get that goddamned dog out of this room or I'll kill him."
Instead, Mrs. Coggins got very white in the face. Her lips were pulled back and she
looked for all the world like a female dog baring its fangs. "Get him, Prince! Go for his
throat!" she screamed.
The dog looked at her, looked at the girl on her hands and knees, looked at me. He
seemed unsure of what was expected of him. I said the hell with waiting for anything
else to happen and lifted the gun and pointed, it directly at the animal's head. I
squeezed the trigger. I had missed. Now the big dog bounded toward me, snarling like
a mad dog. I aimed the gun again and pulled the trigger. The dog stopped in his tracks,
then took two little steps toward me, and collapsed, blood running from his mouth in
great spurts.
I had apparently shot him directly in the mouth. The bullet must have pierced his
brain. He was dead almost immediately.
"You, Mrs. Coggins," I told the "beast woman."
"You get back away from the girl. She and I are getting the hell out of here."
"You killed my lover, you bastard," Mrs. Coggins cried softly, tears running down her
cheeks. She looked suddenly very old now.
"That's too bad," I said, and moved out from behind the fence. I held the gun on Mrs.
Coggins and lifted Sue up to her feet. She was half unconscious, I now saw. Evidently,
Mrs. Coggins had drugged her a great deal.
"What have you given her?" I demanded, brandishing the gun recklessly on purpose to
frighten Mrs. Coggins. "What drug did you give her?"
"Just a sleeping pill. She'll be all right in a couple of hours." Mrs. Coggins was staring
at the dead dog. "You killed my Prince. You killed him, my wonder dog."
I half carried Sue to the foot of the steps. "We're getting out of here, Mrs. Coggins, as I
said before. If you try to stop us, I'll have to put a bullet in you. Understand me?" I
thought about all those other dogs she had. I had no idea of how long it would take her
to let them out of the kennel to attack me, so it was necessary for me to scare the
woman as much as possible.
Mrs. Coggins didn't move for a full ten seconds as I stared at her from the bottom step
of the basement stairs. Then she whimpered and dropped to her knees and buried her
face in the dead dog's fur. I knew she was safe now. The emotion of sadness had taken
over in her. For the time being, Sue and I were safe from her dogs.
I carried Sue to the car, started the motor and drove quickly away from the home of the
beast woman.

* * *

The next morning, I awoke in the motel room to find Sue gone. I got up, a bit groggy
and looked around. Her luggage was gone – every trace of her. Quickly, remembering
the first time, I checked my wallet. All the money was there. I found it a bit curious.
I took a long shower, shaved and dressed. I felt better after that. I went downstairs to
the motel's tiny restaurant and had a big breakfast. As I was sitting there with my
second cup of coffee and a cigarette, I started wondering about Sue. Where had she
gone? And why?
It didn't make sense. When we had arrived at the motel the night before, Sue had been
groggy from the pill Mrs. Coggins had given her and seemed okay otherwise. During
the night she had a couple of nightmares but settled down to sleep finally and I, too,
drifted off.
Why would she disappear like that? I thought that maybe she had split so that my
presence wouldn't remind her of the traumatic experience she'd suffered at Mrs.
Coggins' house. If that was it, I couldn't really blame her. It had been pretty horrible at
the end. No young girl is going to enjoy being drugged and offered up to a huge beast
that way.
I had an instant desire to go and report her disappearance to the police but I readily
realized that that would entail a story the police wouldn't be happy to hear about.
What to do, then? The road went in two directions and if I went out searching for her,
it was too easy to pick the wrong direction or spend hours and days even traversing
highways and byways looking for a pretty, blonde hitchhiker.
I liked Sue. Given a little time, it might have turned into love, I thought. I felt said that
she'd walked out. But there was nothing I could do about it, really. Mentally, I
shrugged and headed for the cashier.
That's when I saw the bus stop across the street and let passengers off. The Interstate
Bus Line had a stop directly across the street from the motel!
I paid my check and hurried across the street. The bus was gone by that time but the
ticket man was there. It was a little roadside gas station that also served as a bus stop.
"Excuse me," I said.
The old man looked up at me over his rimless glasses. "What can I do for you, young
fella?"
"Uh," I paused for a moment. "Did a young, blonde girl catch a bus this morning,
early?"
His eyes narrowed. "Why?"
Eureka! "My fiancee. We had a misunderstanding and she took off. I want to find her
and apologize."
He smiled wryly. "Well," he drawled, "I really ain't supposed to give out that kind of
information, young fella, except to the police, of course."
"I understand, sir," I said, at my most courteous and sincere. "But, you understand how
young girls can easily misunderstand a man's intentions."
That seemed to do it. "Well-" he drawled, "as a matter of fact, I did sell a ticket to a
young girl early this morning. To Melville."
Melville! That was only thirty miles down the road, in the direction we'd come from.
Why was Sue heading back?
"Thanks!" I said, running from the small office toward the motel.
"Don't say nothing about me," he called after me, a chuckle in his voice.
I checked out and was on the road in a matter of fifteen minutes, speeding toward
Melville. I covered the thirty miles in just under thirty minutes. Inside the city limits, I
slowed down and looked for the bus stop. It was easy to find: another small gas station.
I inquired about Sue, but the ticket man said no blonde had gotten off a bus that
morning.
Well, she certainly couldn't have gone farther than Melville. They wouldn't allow that
without more money. I sat in my car smoking trying to figure out what Sue had done.
Then it hit me. She must have gone back to Mrs. Coggins' house!
It was simple. Buy a ticket to Melville, but get off before you arrived! These buses were
always stopping to let people off, or take on passengers where there was no official bus
stop.
I started my engine and U-turned and started towards Mrs. Coggins'. I resisted the
temptation to speed. I knew I had to be calm and cool, and yet the urge to charge to
"the rescue" was strong.
Why had Sue returned? Or did she? There was only one way to find out and I was
loath to return to that house. Shortly the turn-off arrived. I slowed down and pulled off
the side of the road and stared at it.
There was a knot in my stomach. I had visions of all the horrible things that could be
happening to Sue at the hands of a now irate Mrs. Coggins. Then when I thought
about the butler and his anger toward me, I had an instinct to flee for my own safety.
Why the hell should I play white knight to Sue?
Then I saw her.
Sue was walking towards me, carrying her suitcase. I don't think she saw me because
she was only about two yards from the car when she reacted. She almost jumped in
surprise. Then she rushed toward me, flung open the passenger side, and jumped in.
There was a brief moment of clumsiness as she tossed her suitcase into the back seat.
Then she was kissing me hungrily.
I broke from her. "What the hell are you doing, Sue?" I demanded, unable to keep the
anger from my voice.
"Oh, Dave, I'm so glad to see you!" and she started kissing me again.
I held her by the shoulders at arms length from me. "Sue!" I commanded. "Calm down.
Tell me what's going on. Why did you come back here?"
"I was stupid," she said, a tremor in her voice. "Look, get the car moving, will you?
They might come looking for me."
I pulled onto the highway and headed back toward the motel. "Now," I said, "tell me
why."
She was pensive, looking out the window as the scenery sped past the car. A long sigh
escaped her lips and finally she spoke. "It was a nightmare. That's all it seemed. A
nightmare. When I woke up this morning and there you were asleep beside me, it
seemed like that first morning we were together in a motel. As a matter of fact, it
seemed like the very same motel. I even went and took money from your wallet like I
did the first time. Then I put it back, because the first time it led to Mrs. Coggins'
house."
I lit the cigarette and handed it to her. She accepted it gratefully. I lit another for
myself. I kept the speedometer at a steady fifty-five.
Sue continued, "Well, when I went outside that nightmare was still with me and I just
had to shake it. I saw the little bus station across the street. I did have a few dollars on
me and the ticket to Melville was only three-fifty. So I got on. Well, when I passed the
road to Mrs. Coggins', I made the driver let me off."
A shudder wracked her body. "What is it?" I asked.
"The memory. That's all."
"Which?"
"The memory of standing there on the side of the road watching that bus drive off. Of
standing there completely alone at six-thirty in the morning. The road was deserted. It
seemed so quiet I thought I could hear my heart beating."
I puffed on my cigarette and envisioned easily the sight of a frightened, beautiful young
girl standing alone on a deserted road in the country. It was marvelously melodramatic.
"What did you do?"
"I started walking back to the road to Mrs. Coggins' house, and then I walked down the
road. When I got near the house, I-" She stopped and puffed on her cigarette.
"Go on."
"I stepped off into the trees and made my way closer to the house. I felt pretty well
sheltered by the trees and underbrush and I was only a few yards from the house,
actually. I stopped, not going any closer, because of the screams."
"Screams!" I exclaimed. "What screams?"
"Screams, coming from the house. Loud, long, agonizing screams. I wanted to run, but
I was too frightened. It was really a nightmare. You know what it's like when you
dream and you're scared and you want to run, but you can't. Your legs won't function?"
I did know. It's a terrible feeling. Your brain keeps saying, "run" and your feet don't
move. Awful!
"Well," Sue continued, her voice subdued and tremulous, "I stood there and listened.
My eyes were unable to move away from the house. Finally, I put my suitcase down
and started moving toward the house. I could tell when I was about six or eight feet
from the house that the screams were coming from the basement."
"It was Mrs. Coggins, wasn't it?" I said.
"Mrs. Coggins? No."
"I mean she was doing something to one of the servants, right?"
"Oh, yes, that's right."
"Go on."
"Well, I knelt down near one of the basement windows and peeked in. She was beating
the butler. What was his name?"
"Jules." I shuddered.
"Yeah, Jules. She was beating him with a stick. She had him all tied up and naked. He
was screaming bloody murder. She was obviously enjoying herself. Then, she-"
"What?"
"She let one of her dogs have him."
"What!"
"I got up and ran into the woods and threw up. I grabbed my suitcase and ran for the
road. I tripped and fell and hit my head. I must have passed out, 'cause I just now woke
up and stumbled onto the road and then I saw you!"
I noticed that we'd passed the motel where we had spent the night. I kept driving.
"What a fucking, weird scene that was," I commented. "I don't understand that
woman."
"Neither do I."
"Are you hungry?"
"Homy."
I glanced at her. She wasn't smiling. She was looking directly at me – dead serious.
"Homy?"
"You heard me, Dave. Horny. Homy for you."
I grinned and put my attention back on my driving. This girl could cause wrecks!
"Now?"
"Yes."
"I'll find a place to pull off."
"No."
And with that she slid close to me. She put one arm behind me on the seat and it
looked like we were two typical teenagers driving down the road. With her free hand
she started massaging my crotch.
"This is dangerous, Sue. Let me pull over."
"No, I want to do it this way. It'll be all right. Really."
Her hand had me hard in seconds. Slowly, she unzipped my trousers and pulled out my
erect cock.
"Oooooh," she sighed. "Dave, you have the prettiest cock I've ever seen."
"Prettier than Prince?"
"Prettier than anyone or anything. I wish I could have it forever."
She stroked my rod slowly, sensuously, feathering my cock head, with her fingers,
letting her hand slide down my throbbing shaft and touching the top of my sac.
I moaned. "Oh, baby, I want your mouth on my prick!"
There was little or no traffic on this back road. Sue slid down in the seat and got her
head between my body and the steering wheel. I could feel her hot breath on my prick.
Her tongue snaked out and licked at my cock head. A shot of electricity shot down my
spine. For a moment I had trouble concentrating on driving the car.
Her lips kissed my prick. Slowly, ever so slowly, she opened her mouth and took my
glans into her mouth. Her tongue swished, across my piss slit, all over my cock head.
She sucked on it. I could feel he blood rushing up my shaft, swelling my cock head.
"Oh, baby," I moaned, "suck me. Suck me dry!"
She moaned in response, taking inch after inch of turgid prick into her hot mouth. The
sensation was about to drive me crazy. Sue was without a doubt, the best cock-sucker
I'd ever encountered.
She moved her head slowly up and down, moving my cock in and out of her mouth in
long, slow erotic moves. Her saliva started dripping down my shaft and wetting my
nuts.
"Suck my balls, Sue."
That wasn't easy in this position. She unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers wide
and pulled them down just below my fanny, thereby freeing my scrotum somewhat. I
prayed no highway police decided to pull us over. There was no way for me to get my
pants up before one of the uniformed gentlemen was at my window.
Sue took my scrotum in her hand and pulled it upward toward my belly. She bent
again to her task, and licked my nuts. Her hot, wet tongue swirled around my gloves
which were tight in my sac. Her lips began to caress my balls and she attempted to suck
one into her mouth. She didn't quite make it due to the angle at which I was sitting.
I shifted my ass to free my scrotum more. It was just enough. I could feel one of my
balls slip easily into Sue's waiting mouth. She sucked furiously on my ball, right to the
threshold between pleasure and pain.
"Oh, Sue," I breathed. "Ease up, baby. Ease up a minute."
She looked up at me. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong," I replied. "The contrary. It's so damned good, I was having
trouble seeing the road."
She giggled. "Oh, well, it's a great way to go!" And she had my balls in her mouth
again.
Both of them this time. The sound of her sucking was almost too much to bear. I
wanted to sixty-nine with her.
She released my balls and started working on my cock again. She held my meat in her
mouth lightly at first, letting her tongue flick over it at a maddening pace. I could feel
the pressure building up in my nuts.
"I'm gonna come soon, baby," I whispered, not letting my eyes waver from the road,
which wasn't easy under the circumstances. I've always liked to watch when my cock
was being sucked.
She moaned eagerly deep in her throat and her head started bobbing up and down on
my stiff rod faster and faster. I started wiggling my hips to meet her thrusts and I could
feel my cock head start to slip into her throat.
That excited me. Sue knew how to take a sizeable cock like mine right into her throat
without a lot of gagging. She knew how to get a man's meat into her and make him
come when she wanted him to.
At this moment, we both wanted me to come.
Suddenly, there I was. Teetering on the edge of coming and not coming. Sue plunged
her head down sharply, forcing my cock deep into her hot throat.
I shot.
I nearly drove off the road.
I shot hot cream into Sue's throat.
She swallowed eagerly, sucking me dry.
The car wavered into the other lane, then back into mine.
I was moaning and thrusting upward into her.
It's a miracle we didn't have a wreck.
Just as I shot the last of my load and Sue swallowed it, I was having difficulty staying in
my lane and had swayed into the oncoming lane again, just as a huge semi-tracker
trailer truck came barreling down on me.
His horn blared a warning and I swerved into my lane, missing a head-on collision at
sixty miles an hour by the hair of my chin.
Sue still had my cock in her mouth and was still sucking on it, oblivious to what was
happening. I was so scared I'd gone limp!
"Sue," I panted, "will you let my cock go a moment?"
Reluctantly she did so, sitting up in the middle of the seat and grinning at me. I pulled
off the road and stopped the car. I leaned my head against the steering wheel and took
several deep breaths.
"What's wrong, Dave?"
"What's wrong, she asks. What's wrong? We nearly got killed, that's what's wrong,
Sue."
"Really?" she said calmly. "What happened?"
"I almost hit a truck head-on," I panted, pulling back now and sitting up straight.
"Gee, Dave, I thought you were such a careful driver. How'd you do that?"
I couldn't believe her innocent sounding voice. I looked over at her and saw a sparkle
in her eye, a sparkle that hadn't been there since I'd taken her from Mrs. Coggins'
basement the night before.
"You bitch," I said. "You knew what was going on all along, didn't you?"
"Well-" she began, then burst out into gales of laughter. "You should see the look on
your face."
"Sue," I said as sternly as I could, "it isn't funny."
She only laughed harder. But the laugh was cut short by the blinking of a police car
light. She started laughing again as I went through a mad scramble to get my trousers
up over my ass. I must admit I didn't get my belt buckled or my fly zipped up, but my
cock was out of sight.
The heavy-set policeman leaned against the car door. Sunglasses obscured his eyes. His
lips looked mean. I figured Sue and I were going to spend the night in jail!
"What's the problem here," the cop said.
"Nothing, officer," I said, trying to sound normal against Sue's not very well suppressed
giggles.
"Nothing? Why are you sitting on the side of the road like this? Broke down?"
"Uh, no, officer, just, uh, almost had an accident and I'm a little shook up. Nearly had a
collision with a semi-tractor."
"Anything damaged? Anyone hurt?"
"No, officer, we're fine." Sue started giggling again and I glared at her.
"What about the young lady?"
"Oh, that's just a small case of hysteria. She'll be all right in a minute. That's why I
pulled off the road."
"Well," the policeman drawled, "don't stay here long. Causes accidents."
"We won't, officer," I replied. "Just a minute or two to catch our breath."
"Drive carefully." He went back to his car and sat there behind us. I could tell he had
no intention of leaving until we did.
"Okay, Sue," I said, "off we go into the wild blue yonder."
I pulled onto the road with the police car following. Sue stared out the rear window.
"I wonder," she said softly, "if he had a big cock!"
I roared with laughter. "Sue, you are impossible. First you almost get us killed and now
you want to make it with the highway patrol! What's happened to you? Have you
suddenly developed into a nymphomaniac?" She grinned wickedly at me. "I've always
been a little, well, eager."
She returned her gaze to the back window where the police car still followed us. "I
wonder what color eyes he has. Those sunglasses sure gave him an interesting look."
"Sue," I said, "I wonder what it would be like being married to you. Would I constantly
wonder where you were and what you were doing? And who?"
"Would I wonder the same thing about you, Dave?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well," she said, shifting around and looking at me, "as I recall you were rather eager
to do almost anyone who came along back at Mrs. Coggins' house of horrors."
"That doesn't count. I'm talking about behavior in marriage."
"So am I."
"I don't get the connection," I said bewildered.
"Look, if you're with a chick on a date and you wind up in an orgy what's the
difference between that and if the chick was your wife?"
"For one thing I wouldn't be involved in an orgy with my wife!" I could feel myself
getting hot under the collar.
"Dave!" Sue exclaimed. "I do believe you are a male chauvinist pig!"
"Oink, oink," I said dryly.
She giggled. Then, seriously, "Dave, seriously now, you don't see any difference in
sharing your girlfriend and sharing your wife?"
"No, no, you're the one who says there's no difference. I say there is a difference."
"What's the difference?"
"Well – uh – well-"
"Yeah, that's what I thought. You don't really have a defense for that attitude," she
giggled. "I wonder if I got into the backseat and shot a moony at the cop if he'd pull us
over."
"A what?"
"A moony."
"What's a moony?"
"That's when someone sticks their bare ass out a window."
"Oh, Sue, you aren't going to do that. We'll really get arrested."
Sue started climbing into the backseat. "Bet you we don't."
"How can you bet me we don't? You're broke!"
"Okay, then, I bet you a month of sucks and fucks."
"Sue, Sue," I pleaded still trying to look like I was driving normally, "don't do it, Sue!"
She had her panties off and tossed them into the front seat. I watched the rear-view
mirror as much as I could for safety and I could see the highway patrol car pulling up
closer to my rear.
"Oh, no, Sue, please-" She ignored me. She upped her skirt over her waist and pushed
herself up so that her bare ass was waving out the back window. A split second later,
the cop car pulled up alongside me, red light flashing.
"Now you've done it. Sue."
I pulled off the side of the road and the same cop got out and came over to my window.
"Look, Mack-" but he stopped short when he looked into the backseat.
I snapped my head around. Sue was fingering her pussy!
"Uh," the cop stammered, "uh – look, Miss, you can't do that on a public highway."
Sue just smiled.
"It – s – it's – just a reaction to the near accident," I stammered.
"No, it's not, officer," Sue cooed. "It's just that I'm hot as hell and this bastard isn't
going to do anything about it." She continued to finger herself.
The cop slowly removed his sunglasses to reveal bright blue eyes and a smile slowly
crept across his lips. "Uh, Miss, I – uh-" Sue smiled at him and unlocked the back
door, inviting him to join her.
"Oh, no-o-o," I moaned to myself, sinking down in my seat.
I could hear the cop getting into the backseat with Sue but I refused to look. I could
hear the sounds of heavy breathing and kissing and the unmistakable sound of a zipper
being pulled down.
"Oh, my goodness," Sue exclaimed, "I was right. You do have a big one."
I refused to watch this display of wantonness. I had to sit there and listen as Sue sucked
the cop off. Sue, being an expert cocksucker, didn't take too long – just long enough to
drive me half out of my mind and give me a hard-on.
The cop returned to his patrol car and drove away. Shortly thereafter, Sue climbed back
into the front seat. "Oh," she said, "I see you're ready again."
"Not here," I said.
"But where, Dave?"
"My place, Sue. My place."
I started the engine and sped home, Sue at my side.


THE END
