ANIMAL LOVER
By J.H. Russell


Foreword

Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth
is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is
particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor,
and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual
privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual
behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most
of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is
frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in
our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal
they are.
The characters in this book are a case in point. Their story is one of real importance for
our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand
our own sexuality.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Wolf seemed to be in no hurry to discontinue his ministrations of Wendy Conn's
cuntmouth. The tip of the big dog's tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking
opening to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled incoherently. She opened
her mouth wide and gazed upward unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked into her
cunt and started scooping wetness from the inside walls.
"Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" Wendy whispered in an unbroken stream.
The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs. But the more deeply he probed, the
harder his tongue felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it. And each time he
transferred a tongueful of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the
effect was a weird, delicious kind of fucking.
Her orgasm arrived with a blast of incredible pleasure, her cunt contracting in slow,
powerful waves and her body tensing to their rhythm.
When Wolf extracted his tongue, she pleaded with him. "Don't stop! Not now, Wolf!
Oh, God, don't stop now!"
His forepaws rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the only stimulus she
could concentrate on while her orgasm continued.
"Oh, please! Please, Wolf, do it some more! UNNNHHH-UNNNHHH-UNNNHHH!"
She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh, then was dimly aware of the fact he had set
it on the table beside her waist. A moment later, he moved his other paw to the other
side of her waist. He clasped them to her in a manner that seemed a little like a man
seizing her waist in his hands. She felt something dancing over the soft membranes that
surrounded her cuntmouth and began pleading again.
"Please, Wolf! Lick! Stick your tongue in!"
The dancing point of his cock settled in the ring of her cunt and began to bore inward.
"AHHH! GOOOOD! YYYEEESSS!"
As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action, she sensed that the dog was
no longer using his tongue. She brought her gaze down to his head and saw the open
mouth and lolling tongue inches above her tits.
"Wolf!" she gasped. "UNHHH! FUCK ME!"
There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid cock that was sliding
rapidly into her cunt. Nor could she override her body's response to the entering prick.
She clutched her ankles fiercely and forced them further apart while the heavy cock
surged in rapid, hard thrusts. The pointed cockhead plowed the length of her cuntal
barrel, and she felt the inner end stretching to accommodate the cock's entire length.
"Ohhh! Ahhh!" She exhaled with a shudder.
The sheath of the dog's cock bore against her raw cunt, its stiff bristles stabbing her
viciously. The great dog jerked at her with his forepaws, banging her against the base of
his cock as his rump pounded his cock deeper.
Wild-eyed, Wendy let go of her ankles and grabbed Wolf's ruff. "Dear God!" she
exclaimed. "You're really getting fucked now!"
The long cock jerked back and forth in her, the knob at the base blasting the inside of
her cunt with every stroke. She trembled and clasped her thighs against the dog's
flanks.
As if he needed to reorganize after such an incredibly easy victory, Wolf paused for a
moment. He clasped her waist firmly with his forepaws and let his chest rest heavily on
her belly. He stopped at the inward end of a stroke, cock fully buried and sheath seated
tightly on the soft outer tissues of her cunt. The hot, muscular flesh of his belly rode
hard on her mound and against the tender smoothness of her thighs.
She clutched at his forelegs, conscious of their strength, and reduced the strain in her
legs by wrapping them around his body and locking her ankles over his back. Although
every part of her body was alive with sensations, one part pulsed in the foreground of
her attention to the exclusion of all others. The bulging hardness of the great dog's cock
maintained an unyielding, continuous force inside her cunt, and the long, rigid dick
continued to produce stretching sensations in the barrel of her vagina. She felt a
tickling at her ass from the stiff hairs of his balls and scratchy warmth over the entire
area of her cunt and thighs from his thick, soft coat.
The overwhelming feeling that beat at her awareness was that combination of elements
that added up to gross, brute intimacy. The heat and size of his cock generated a
continuously welling storm of excitement in her, even while he leaned motionless in the
cradle of her legs. She tormented herself deliberately with the certainty that she was
totally helpless in his grasp. His strength was so much greater than hers that no
leverage available to her would enable her to overcome the grip he had on her waist.
And the cock that impaled her was so deeply embedded and so rigid that no movement
could dislodge it.
Wendy admitted her feelings aloud. "Oh, you lovable bastard!" she crooned. "You know
where you've got me, don't you! Look at me, for Christ's sake! Stark naked, eleven
people watching, me flat on my back with my legs wrapped around a big, hairy dog
who's got his pecker stuck clear in to his balls in MY CUNT! And I can't do a
Goddamn thing about it!"
Wolf whimpered contentedly and lapped at one of her nipples. She tightened her grip
on his forelegs reflexively and groaned.
"And you know what? Know what, you son of a bitch? I don't WANT to do a
Goddamn thing about it, except enjoy every second of it! You're going to fuck me,
aren't you? You're going to fuck me, and I'll bet I come three times before you do once!
I'm going to pound my cunt against your belly and come and come and come! And
your cock is going to keep poking until you fill me up with your jism and I yell for
more! I'm a lewd, unspeakable slut, letting an animal fuck me! AND I LOVE IT! FUCK
ME, WOLF! GO AHEAD AND FUCK!"
She jerked with her legs, driving her cunt onto the base of the hard cock and grinding
bristling hairs into her quivering membranes. The dog grinned, panting, and began to
fuck her. His haunches bunched and thrust, while her feet bounced on his back and her
knees jerked. Her cunt burned from the savage friction. Waves of lust swept her, each
leaving her gasping and giddy. She felt as if she were in a delirium of pleasure. She had
abandoned all the subtle shades of emotion she would have shared with a human male;
her entire consciousness was focused on physical sensation and the delightful defiance
of convention.
"FUCK HARD!" she hissed violently. "RAM IT! RAM ME, WOLF!"
And as Wendy's husband Jeff, together with the five other couples who comprised their
recently formed "club" watched intently, the big dog fucked the writhing woman to the
most fantastic orgasm of her life.
Moments later, as Wendy lay motionless beneath the panting dog, hugging the shaggy
animal to her heaving tits, she reflected on the fact that just a few short weeks ago her
marriage had been in serious jeopardy... and all because of her ridiculous hang-ups... 

* * *

Wendy Conn had one ambition in life; she wanted to be a perfect housewife for Jeffrey
Conn and avoid excitement, because excitement always meant risk. She was
comfortable in the knowledge she was plain and cautious and was irritated rather than
flattered when their friends commented on how beautiful she was – or how sexy. She
could look at herself in the mirror and appreciate the glow of her flawless, nut-brown
skin and the attractiveness of her wide-set gray eyes and uptilted nose and ripe, ever
smiling lips. She often looked at her naked figure in the mirror and admitted to herself
that her thirty-six bust was due as much to plump, firm tits as to a swimmer's lung
capacity, and that her twenty-five inch waist served to emphasize her other curves, and
that she had long legs for her height-tapering gracefully from generous hips. Wendy
was well aware of the saucy way her ass-cheeks wriggled when she walked and that Jeff
considered miniskirts the best thing since sliced bread – while they lasted.
But Wendy knew she was plain in spite of all that; her sister Cecily was the beauty in
the Nissen family.
Wendy normally avoided thinking of Cecily, but her sister had been a house guest in
Wendy's new home for almost a week and even today dear Carol Anthony had
remarked on how she envied Wendy her figure – as if in an effort to offset the drop
Wendy's morale had suffered in her sister's continued presence. Neither Carol's attempt
nor the embarrassing stare of the box boy in the supermarket that afternoon was going
to help, though, when Jeff was so obviously conscious of his sister-in-law's loveliness. If
he recognized her superiority clearly enough to take her into the garden after dark
while Wendy stayed behind to finish the supper dishes, she had no room for self
satisfaction.
Wendy moved silently through the rows of dahlias and mums and between the first of
the shrubs. There! she exclaimed to herself. I thought so! A low giggle rippled through
the honeysuckle sweetness of the warm night. And it's a dirty one, if I ever heard a
dirty giggle! Her palms felt clammy. The fear that swelled in her chest choked off her
breath. She tiptoed toward a low-hanging clump of crabapple branches and winced at a
smothered squeal. Oh! You bitch! she thought at her sister. You man-eating bitch!
She slipped cautiously around the thick growth to a point where she could see into the
gloomy recess without being seen. A deep, tremulous sigh confirmed that Cecily and
Jeff were there before Wendy's eyes could adjust from the brightness of the moonlight.
"Ohhhh! Jeff, you're naughty!" Cecily's sigh came again.
Wendy's eyes adapted quickly and the scene shredded her last hope that she was
torturing herself with baseless worries. Cecily lay on the thick leaf carpet and stared up
at Jeff with an expression that clearly said she wanted him naughty. He stretched beside
her, leaning on one elbow, and unbuttoned her blouse with unhurried concentration.
No, God! No! thought Wendy wildly. Oh, it's worse than I thought! He's going to
make love to her! Out here! She clenched her fists. She wouldn't have made love
outside. She wouldn't have believed Jeff would be unfaithful to her, either; not yet.
Her husband kissed her sister, his mouth ravaging the blonde's lips, his hand caressing
her belly while Cecily clutched at his shoulders. The girl's knee drew up and the hem of
her skirt slid back to expose her thigh. The sight of the pale flesh made Wendy gasp.
She had to fight an unreasoning urge to creep forward and tug the garment into place.
Wendy's cunt quivered and a thrill twisted her belly. She flinched and bent, her hand
pressed to her crotch. She watched Jeff fumble with Cecily's bra, awkwardly pushing
the cups up to expose the girl's great, globular tits and grabbing one to squeeze it 
as if it were a balloon.
At the pressure, Cecily lifted her ass from the ground and moaned through the kiss.
She caught at Jeff's wrist and twisted her shoulders.
Jeff raised his head and gazed at the soft mounds. He took one of the long nipples
between his fingers and rolled it slowly, stretching it and letting it snap back and
repeating the gesture with the other. Cecily squealed with delight and pressed her
hands to the outer sides of her tits, forcing them toward each other. As Jeff continued
to tease the stiff nipples, Wendy's sister drew her knees higher and dug her heels
against her ass, thrusting her back free of the ground and writhing hungrily.
"Ahhh!" she whispered, spreading her knees lewdly.
Wendy squirmed at the wanton scene. She felt waves of desire and fingered her own tits
through her clothes even as she mentally flayed her sister.
Jeff lowered his mouth to Cecily's tit, closing it on the nipple with a wet, sucking noise,
and slid his hand down the girl's belly to her thighs. He rubbed the taut inner slopes,
stroking toward her cunt with each slow caress. Wendy involuntarily sagged, her knees
flexing and her thighs parting while needles of prickly sensation crawled through her
twat. She trembled with the suppressed desire to rush upon Jeff and tear him away from
her moaning sister.
Cecily held Jeff's face between her hands. "Jeff!" she exclaimed. "Oh, you horny man!
You mustn't; Wendy'll come out!"
Jeff made a chuckling sound in his throat and laid his hand squarely on the girl's cunt.
He released her wet nipple and peered into her face. "Hey! Where's the panties, baby?"
"Oh, Jeff! Oh, I'm so ashamed! I... it was too hot for them!"
Jeff's hand kneaded the girl's crotch and he laughed softly when she clamped her thighs
on his wrist. "What was too hot?" he asked in a teasing voice. "Your snatch, baby?"
Cecily twisted and clawed at Jeff's shirt. "Jeff! Oh, Jeff darling! Stop it! You'll make me
forget where we are!"
He began to suck her tit again and his hand probed at her cunt. Wendy groaned
inwardly and trembled at the raging heat that ate at her.
"Ahhhh! MMMM!" Cecily thrust her belly into the air and flung her knees apart, her
mouth opening abruptly.
Jeff flipped her skirt away from her hips and let it bunch at her waist, then plunged his
hand into her cunt again. "You're awful, Jeff!" Wendy's sister twisted away from Jeff's
caress and scrambled to her knees. "You just don't care how you mess up my clothes!"
Jeff reached for his sister-in-law. "Come back here, baby!"
Cecily evaded him with a laugh. "You stop that, Jeff Conn! You hear?"
He grabbed and missed again. "What's with you, baby? Come on; I got some hot cock
for you!"
His sister-in-law struggled with her bra. "I know! That's why we've got to stop! Honey,
Wendy's going to be out here looking for us!"
"Shit! Not her. She's busy watching the boob-tube-got about three programs in a row
she won't miss."
Wendy flinched and felt her excitement evaporate.
Her sister bent forward and tugged at her bra cups, settling her tits into place. "Maybe
so," she said. "But she didn't like it when we left her in there with the dishes. I don't
think she trusts you."
"Me!" Jeff gasped. "I haven't noticed anything like that!"
Cecily sniffed and began to button her blouse. "I have. She's watched us like a hawk
ever since I've been here." She ducked her head to smile coyly at her brother-in-law.
"Know what I think? I think she's been covering up in her letters. I think you must be
a regular Don Juan and she knows it!"
"Oh, horseshit!" Jeff yelped. "We've got nothing to hide from each other, Wendy and
me!" He stared narrowly at the blonde as she writhed sinuously in the process of
tucking in her blouse. "For all I know, if she's suspicious, maybe it's you."
Cecily's tone sounded like rippling silk. "That wasn't called for, Jeff. Wendy and I are
sisters! After all, you're in the family. Why shouldn't I show it if I like you? That's just
a sign I think Wendy was lucky to get you."
"Okay. Then what's wrong with my getting a little nooky? That's keeping it in the
family."
"Nothing, Jeff love," Cecily purred. "I don't mind if you make love to me. But not when
Wendy's-likely to come along and find us. She wouldn't understand. Besides, sweet as
she is, Wendy's just a wee bit selfish. I guess that comes of her being the older sister.
You know how older kids resent sharing with the younger ones."
Wendy trembled with anger.
But she heard Jeff chuckle as he put his arm around her younger sister and kissed her
forehead. "That's all past," he said lightly. "Come on. I'll show you she's not like that.
She'll be by the box."
"Mmmmmm! Kiss me just once more first," murmured Cecily.
Wendy whirled and began picking her way out of the shrubbery. The thought of being
discovered panicked her. She loved Jeff too much to give her sister the pleasure of the
last laugh. She had to prove Jeff was right about her trusting him. She raced through
the flowerbeds and across the lawn, not daring to look over her shoulder for fear she'd
see Jeff and her sister. She flung herself through the doorway and closed the door
silently and ran to turn on the TV.
Wendy saw nothing of the TV program. Instead, she reconstructed the scene under the
crabapple tree in her imagination. She invented the beginning she'd missed and
supplied the tiny sighs and giggles that must have greeted Jeff's caresses. And she
relived the part she had seen, with her sister's tits puffing from beneath her displaced
bra and her skirt falling from her raised thighs to lie across her belly and expose her
ash-blonde cunt hair. Wendy pretended she'd been able to watch the pink, wrinkled
cunt lips swell and darken with glistening drops of the girl's cunt juice standing on
them while Jeff's fingers probed at the gaping mouth. But when she reached the place
where Cecily had evaded Jeff s grab and put a stop to the sport, she invented a different
sequence. She imagined her sister had slowly removed her clothing, her movements
sensuous and seductive, gazing through lowered lashes at the panting, eager man. She
visualized Jeff stripping quickly and throwing his sister-in-law to the soft earth and
forcing her thighs apart.
In her fantasy, Jeff's thick trunk of a cock rammed its way past the girlish lips of her
sister's cunt and buried itself while Cecily's ass bounced wildly in response to Jeff's
powerful lunges. She imagined the cooing moans Cecily would have made in her
orgasm and the way Jeff would have grunted while his cum spurted into the excited
girl.
Her fantasies had served as a safety valve from the time she'd begun the changes her
mother had taken as a sign she had to learn how sacred sex was. The more thoroughly
Wendy had accepted her mother's admonitions, the more vital her fantasies had
become in her struggle for emotional balance. She felt it was a reasonable philosophy;
she was a model of propriety and a modest, dignified housewife, and if fantastically
dirty daydreams helped purge the shocking desires she sometimes felt, the make-believe
had to be right.
The door opened and Jeff stood aside while Cecily came in. It wasn't possible for
Wendy to keep from glancing sharply at her sister's clothes for signs of the wicked
romp in the yard, and she was relieved to see none. She managed to smile warmly at
the two.
"What a shame!" she exclaimed. "You missed the whole show!"
Cecily tossed her hair back and sniffed. "I haven't watched it for ages, darling. You
missed hearing the crickets and smelling the honeysuckle and jasmine." She glanced at
Jeff. "I'm sorry if I made Jeff miss the show, though."
Jeff shrugged. "Hell, I never watch it."
"That's true," Wendy sighed. "He never does. He stomps off to his den as soon as the
news is over." She rose. "Hot chocolate before bed, anyone?"
"Ugh! Hot chocolate!" exclaimed her sister. "You're for real, aren't you, Sis! Every night
this week you've asked me!"
Jeff laughed. "You've got to remember, Cecily; we're old married folks! Been over a year
now! By the time you're twenty-three hot chocolate's going to sound fine at ten-thirty."
"That's only five years away! You make it sound like it's ancient!" Cecily protested, then
looked coy. "Somehow I haven't been able to think of you as an old man. Of course,
Wendy always did seem old for her years. Mature, I mean."
Wendy stiffened at the jab but went to the kitchen without comment. Jeff and Cecily
followed her. Jeff drank his chocolate with evident satisfaction, making a show of
sucking the melted marshmallows off the top first.
"That's the secret," he told his sister-in-law in a confidential tone. "Sweet tooth. Gets
me in the mood for the bedroom."
"Jeff! For God's sake!" Wendy protested.
She and Jeff told Cecily goodnight at the door to the guestroom and went on to the
master bedroom. Wendy undressed thoughtfully, listening to the noises Jeff was making
in the bathroom. She slipped into her robe and knocked lightly on the door.
"Yeah?" called Jeff.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going in to chat with Cecily."
"What about."
"Girl talk!" she replied.
Cecily called for her to come in when Wendy knocked on her sister's door, and she
found the younger girl still undressing, naked except for her bra and awkwardly
working it off. Wendy pulled the door shut and leaned against it to watch. Cecily had
extracted one arm from the shoulder strap and was twisting to free the other. When it
was clear, she pushed the garment to her waist and turned it so the catch was in front,
then unfastened it and tossed it toward the vanity chair.
Wendy protested mildly. "That could have been Jeff knocking," she said. "You didn't
even ask before you told me to come in."
Cecily raised her eyebrows. "So? All the better." She stretched, gazing at her reflection
in the mirror that covered the closet door.
Wendy felt a pang of jealousy. It didn't seem fair that her sister should have gotten so
much sexier a body. Not fair at all. The creamy skin was an even shade from chin to
ankles, and Wendy was as puzzled as ever as to why her sister had no bands to show
where she'd tanned and where she hadn't. But the thought was a stray one and
vanished in the consciousness of Cecily's magnificent tits. They thrust outward from
her chest with hardly a crease at the bottom, and her nipples were a remarkable golden
pink and the size of Wendy's thumb. Their appearance was almost striking enough,
Wendy had more than once reflected, to keep a person from noticing the rich sheen of
the luxuriant, ash-gold cloud of cunt hair.
Cecily gave a low, hard laugh and turned slowly. "Am I all in place, darling?" Her voice
had a sarcastic note.
"All there," muttered Wendy. "As usual. Only you ought to be careful where you sit
down. There's leaf mold on your butt."
A gleam of startled disbelief flared momentarily in Wendy's sister's eyes and she
brushed at her ass. Shreds of humus drifted to the floor and she gazed evenly into
Wendy's face. "Son of a bitch!" Cecily exclaimed softly.
Wendy tightened her grip on the doorknob and pressed her ass against it. "You let Jeff
alone, Cecily," she hissed.
Her sister smiled contemptuously. "Dear, self-righteous Wendy. Afraid he'll go the way
Don did – and Wesley? Why, I haven't done anything at all except try to keep out of
your darling Jeff's clutches. I'm afraid he's starved for excitement, Sister.
"Jeff's not a cheat. He's not about to look for someone to have an affair with."
"Let's be honest, darling." Cecily narrowed her eyes and glanced down at herself. "He
got second best and he's just now realized it. He's not looking for an affair. He's just
acting like a man."
"What's that supposed to mean?" demanded Wendy.
"A woman makes the best of her situation – if she's like you. Men don't. They'll make
a change if they see they made a mistake."
"You're an expert, of course." Wendy made it sound sarcastic, despite the knot in her
belly.
"I've watched the way men act," her sister retorted. "I don't look at them through rose
colored glasses like you. Men are realists, darling. Jeff just-likes me better. That's all."
"You're leading him on." Wendy felt her voice shake. "You couldn't have gotten that
stuff on your butt without wiggling in it, and you'd only be wiggling in it with a bare
ass for one reason."
"Jeff's so impetuous," her sister said mockingly. "But you wouldn't know how primitive
he is outside, would you."
"We don't have sex outdoors," Wendy said quickly. "We try to act civilized." She
paused for a moment and then added, "We don't have to sneak off for it – and I don't
have to seduce him."
"You might try it sometime. A man-likes to be seduced. On the other hand, dowdy
housewives aren't very good seducers."
"You're a spiteful snot, just like you always were! I'm not going to let that kind of crack
get to me! You just let Jeff alone! In fact, you might as well plan on leaving tomorrow.
This is one time you're not going to take what's mine."
Cecily's laughter trilled. "Really! You sound so goddamn virtuous! Honey, you know
you wouldn't throw me out. And I'm not ready to go yet. I'll be ready when Jeff's ready
to take me."
"Oh! You thieving whore!" Wendy's voice dropped to a bitter whisper. "Someone ought
to kill you!"
"You'd like that. Well, they won't. And you might start thinking about what you're
going to do without Jeffy – baby. He was meant for me."
Wendy stared at her sister, hatred and fear struggling for mastery in her. "Whore!" she
hissed the word again.
Cecily shook her head and smiled. "Not me. You don't really mean that. I only shack
up with someone I love."
"You've been in love an awful lot for your age."
Her sister shrugged. "Don – only he got boring too quick. And Wesley – until I found
out he was the jealous type." She looked at Wendy with what Wendy recognized as her
sister's "appealing" look. "I think it's happened this time, darling," Cecily said softly. "I
think I've found the man I'm really going to love."
Wendy could do nothing to keep the thickness from her voice. "You watch out!" she
warned her sister. "I'm through taking the back seat." She jerked the door open and
backed through it, closing it before yielding to the tears that burned her eyes.
She felt a shiver of panic at the realization she'd never before been able to prevent
Cecily's ambitions. And yet she recognized the accuracy of what her sister had meant to
be a belittling gibe; Jeff did like excitement, and she – Wendy – had spent the past year
trying to provide a calm, even-tempoed home for him. If she were to fight off Cecily's
threat, she'd have to overcome the very essence of her own nature.


Chapter 2

Wendy tried, but converting a placid home into an adventurous one was incredibly
difficult. It was difficult even in the initial flush of her resolution to fight her sister's
predatory intent. On the way back to the master bedroom from the encounter with her
sister, Wendy decided Jeff ought to be keyed up after the abortive game in the back
yard. It seemed to her she could make a start toward greater excitement by taking
advantage of his frustration.
He lay with his shoulders propped on his doubled pillow. "What the hell do women
talk about at bedtime they couldn't say when they're together all day?" he asked.
She smiled. "Some things you just don't get around to." A sharp tingle raced along her
spine and settled in her cunt. She crossed to the lamp and turned it off, dropped her
robe on the chair and slipped between the sheets. She snuggled against him, her hand
resting on his naked belly and itching to slide lower to touch his cock.
Jeff sighed and laid his hand on hers. She tensed as he pushed her hand over his flesh
and against his bulging cockhead.
"Jeff! Please!" she protested.
"Oh, shit!" he said. He rolled onto his side and ran his hand along her side, making the
nylon of her nightgown rustle over her skin and sending thrills through her.
She quelled the temptation to squirm because it would embarrass her for him to know
how much his simple caress aroused her.
He touched her tit and she clenched her fist and fought to keep her breath steady. She
had to risk being unlady-like. She gasped and caught at Jeff's hand, pressing it hard into
the yielding flesh of her tit. "Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed softly.
Jeff stiffened, then thrust himself against her, his cock trapped against her hip and his
fingers suddenly alive on the slopes of her quivering tit. She moaned again and
squirmed.
"Hey!" exclaimed Jeff in a tone of pleased surprise. "All right!" His hand plunged inside
the neckline of her gown and caressed her tit, his fingers gently pinching her nipple and
his palm massaging the inflamed mound.
She clung to his wrist, groping at it aimlessly with her fingers, and turned her face
toward him.
In the faint light from the window, she saw his shaggy brows raised quizzically and an
expression of eagerness in his features. He touched her lips with his, the moist warmth
triggering a surge of giddiness in her as she gulped and returned his pressure. His
tongue tip traced the seam of her lips. She had a momentary impulse to open them and
touch it with hers. But she stopped herself and compressed her lips, contenting herself
with rolling her mouth on his.
She responded to his lovemaking with conscious abandon, letting herself twist and
writhe as the urges crowded upon her. Jeff's reaction was a frightening aggressiveness.
His hands explored her crudely and probed with quick, unpredictable jabs while her
excitement rocketed out of control. She fought him only briefly when he started to
work her nightgown off and, for the first time in their marriage, allowed him to remove
it and hold her naked form in his arms. A deep sense of wickedness overwhelmed her
when he threw the covers back to stare at the shadowy sight of her knees raised and
straining apart with her passionate hunger for his cock. She shuddered at her lewd
action and blessed the comparative darkness for hiding the flush she felt.
He rolled onto her, his cock hot and demanding as he crushed her pulpy cunt lips and
his chest flattened her tits. She thrilled to the unfamiliar sensation of his body hair
prickling against her skin and jerked her cunt against him in a new, thoroughly obscene
gesture of impatience.
I won't even be able to look him in the face in the morning! Wendy thought in despair.
But I might as well go all the way, as long as he's having fun. Jeff's hips twisted while
he centered his cock on her cunt and he pressed his elbows into the mattress to raise
his weight from her body. She was startled by a novel desire to be crushed beneath him
and put her arms around him to pull him down.
Jeff yielded to her insistence and rested his body on hers. His hands slipped under the
small of her back and felt their way to her ass-cheeks, squeezing them and holding
them still while he lunged with his hips. His cockhead plunged through the rim of her
cunt and plowed the length of her cuntal channel, his thick shaft sliding after it making
Wendy's tissues throb with rich sensations. She lost herself in awareness of his body,
gasping at the sudden prickles of his wiry pubic brush on the gaping slopes of her cunt
lips and the heat of his hard belly on her softer flesh. His face lay against hers, his
forehead pressed on the mattress beside her head and his breath gusting moistly on the
hollow of her neck.
"Oh, honey!" she said in a low, shaking tone. "Oh, Jeff! Hold me! Don't ever let me go!
I love you so!"
"Hey, baby!" His tone was muffled in her hair. "I've never seen you like this! I love you,
too, puss." His hips surged and his cock rubbed along her cuntal passage in short
strokes that sent jolts of pleasure through her guts. His fingers kneaded her ass-cheeks,
parting them and forcing their way into her crack.
She squirmed her ass and tightened her cheeks in a vain effort to block his hands.
Pressure mounted at her ass-hole and alarm flared.
"No, Jeff! No! Don't do that!" She felt the edge of panic in her voice.
The pressure eased and he kneaded her ass again while his cock continued to pump at
her. Bracing her heels on the mattress, Wendy levered her hips, bumping her cunt
against the hardness of Jeff's pubic arch and making his cock tug at the sides of her
cunt. Excitement flared through her and her belly knotted around the buried cockhead.
As if something had exploded in her lower gut, streaks of paralyzing sensation shot
through her. She felt herself go rigid and a strange, buzzing tremor seized her.
She cried out. "Jeff! Oh, darling! Something's happening to me! Ohhh! UNNNHUNNNH!" 
Fierce contractions hardened the grip of her cunt on his cock and raced
inward along her barrel. She felt the muscles in the small of her back mirroring the
contractions and an irresistible ferocity washed away conscious thought. She dug her
nails into Jeff's back and buried her teeth in his shoulder.
Jeff grunted and slammed his cock to her cunt's full depth, grinding her ass into the
bed and holding it under his suddenly shaking weight. A pool of warmth grew abruptly
around his cockhead and her contractions convulsed her.
I'm coming! she thought wildly. Dear God, I'm coming! That's what it is!
Jeff's savage grinding slowed and his pressure diminished. She felt her cuntal spasms
weaken and their frequency decrease, and horror came over her as she realized how
deeply she was clawing Jeff.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey! I'm sorry!"
"Sorry! What for, for Christ's sake!"
"Oh, I gouged you! Oh, honey, it feels like you're bleeding!"
"Yeah! Smarts like hell!" There was a curious note of elation in his voice. "Son of a
bitch!" He laughed a little wildly. "Don't sweat it, baby! Oh shit, it was worth it."
"Jeff! Good heavens!"
"Hey, baby! You made it, didn't you! You really came!"
"I did!" She felt a sense of awe. "That's what happened! Oh, Jeff, I had no idea!" She
shivered and hugged him.
She held Jeff and luxuriated in the sensation of his weight on her – his perspiration
making his belly slippery on hers – instead of urging him off irritably. She was almost
asleep when he finally groaned and stirred, and she involuntarily clamped her cunt on
his soft cock when he began to pull free.
He laughed contentedly. "I didn't know you could do that!" he exclaimed.
"Neither did I," she mumbled through her embarrassment. On impulse, she tried again,
and they dissolved into contented laughter.
Afterward, he held her in his arms until she drifted into sleep.
Breakfast was miserable for Wendy the next morning. She couldn't look Jeff in the eye
and she was aware that Cecily was flirting with him. When Cecily excused herself from
the table, Wendy interpreted Jeff's abrupt leap to his feet as meaning he was going to
follow her younger sister. She was puzzled when he remained beside his chair until
Cecily had left the room.
"I thought..." She bit her lip.
"Huh?"
"I thought you'd finished, too," she said.
He grinned and leaned toward her confidentially. "Fact is, I'm still hungry. How about
another waffle?"
He helped clear the table, too, and Wendy was rinsing the silverware when she felt
something on the back of her knee. She gasped as it slid up the back of her thigh under
her skirt and jerked about to find Jeff pressing close, his hand now at the lower edge of
her panties.
"Don't!" she exclaimed sharply. "I... I mean, don't stop right away..." She swayed
against Jeff and let him caress her belly. She shivered with a sudden burst of desire.
Jeff stared into Wendy's eyes. "Too bad we're not alone," he growled. "You'll have to
take an IOU." He withdrew his hand and let her skirt fall into place.
She pulled his head down and kissed him, then leaned against the edge of the sink,
acutely conscious of the contact between her thigh and his.
"Honey?" she said.
"Huh?"
"Honey, watch out for Cecily. She's..."
"Cecily! What's this 'watch out' bit?"
"She..." Wendy stumbled over the words. "She's going to want you, hon. She'll try to
make you..."
"Make me. Hmmm." Jeff frowned.
"You didn't let me finish!" Wendy protested. "That isn't what I was saying! She'll try to
take you away from me!"
Jeff looked incredulous. "Wendy!" he exclaimed in a near-whisper. "You can't be
serious! That sweet kid? Come on!"
"Ever since..." She choked off her explanation, chilled by the expression of growing
contempt in her husband's features.
"I'll be a son of a bitch! You do mean it! Oh, shit, how blind can a jealous broad get!
And I wouldn't believe her when she told me! Shit, shit, shit!"
"Told you what?" she asked in a low tone.
"That you're selfish. I hadn't noticed. Why take her word for it? But now...!"
"Oh, go away!" She wiped tears from her eyes. "Let me alone for a while!"
Jeff hesitated, then turned slowly and left the kitchen. Wendy repressed an urge to run
after him. She drew dishwater and thrust her hands into its hot comfort.
"Hey, baby..." It was Jeff's voice, quiet and cool.
She glanced over her shoulder quickly. "What."
"While you're sorting out, don't forget that party at Jan and Bill's tonight."
"What party?"
"Remember? The night we were at the Corringtons? Jan and Bill got as bored as we
did... said we ought to secede from the bridge club."
"Oh! Oh, Jeff, that was just talk."
"No it wasn't! Bill mentioned it when I saw him in the bank yesterday. Give Jan a call."
He disappeared.
At ten-thirty, Wendy called Jan on the telephone. Bill answered.
"Bill? This is Wendy. Wendy Conn."
His voice was suddenly vibrant and warm. "Wendy! Hey, I saw Jeff yesterday! Asked
him about you."
"Oh, Bill! Is Jan home?"
"Sorry. Shopping. Anyhow, I'd rather talk to you myself."
Wendy shivered at the intimacy in his voice. But that was just Bill's way, she knew. It
was only in her fantasies that it meant anything else. It was in her fantasies, too, where
she imagined him cornering her in some out-of-the-way corner and fucking her over
her protests. She'd mentally endowed him with a king-sized cock to go with his sexy
voice.
"Hello? Hello! Hey, you still there?"
Wendy laughed. "Sorry, Bill. You wouldn't believe it, but I got to daydreaming."
"Jesus!" Bill whistled. "Hey, let's hold a joint daydream!"
"Bill!" She felt she had to steer him onto safer ground. "What I called about was a crazy
idea Jeff has that you and Jan really meant it about getting together tonight."
"Hell yes! We've got to put something together to get away from that bridge crowd!
Another session like that last one'll kill me... or make me do something rash!"
"We're really supposed to be there?"
"I'll come over and drag you out if you're not!"
"What time? And what can we bring?"
"Make it around eight. And bring a load of sexiness!"
"BILL! You're awful!" She giggled. "You big fake."
"Try me, baby," he replied with a clearly implied leer. "Just try me!"
When she hung up Wendy drifted into another fantasy, trying him and feeling the
familiar hunger gnawing at her belly. She visualized Bill's long, graceful frame and his
shock of carrot-red hair and his freckles. She imagined a freckled cock and his slim
fingers dexterously removing her clothing while she quivered in resigned, thoroughly
delicious submission. She added a touch she hadn't previously – the memory of what
an orgasm really felt like-shuddering at the realism of her daydream and breaking it off
hastily.
As the day progressed, Wendy took refuge in anticipation. Cecily was entirely too
obvious in her attentions to Jeff, and he made no effort to hide the fact he regarded her
with the same half-protective, half-hungry attitude Wendy'd so often seen before. The
high spot in an otherwise depressing day was Cecily's scornful rejection of the
invitation to go to Bill and Jan's with them.
"I'm not ready for a boring old married couples' social hour yet," she said, staring
haughtily at Wendy. "I'm surprised you hold still for it, Jeff."
Jeff shrugged and looked perplexed. "Damn nice people," he muttered. "Can't say I'd
call them boring."
"See?" demanded Cecily. "You've already fallen into a routine."
Jeff merely chuckled.
Wendy dressed with Bill's comment and her own commitment to making things more
exciting for Jeff in mind. She paused for a brief glance at herself in the mirror before
putting on her dress, smiling at the picture she presented in bra and pantyhose and red
pumps. It was fun – and gave her a delicious sense of wickedness – to wear under
things that matched the warm brown of her skin. The bra was lacy and designed for
containment rather than support, with separated, see-through cups that gave her tits
just enough restriction to point them. She stepped into her dress and wriggled to let it
settle into place. Its white softness accentuated the golden brown of her flesh and the
plunging neckline, formed by crisscrossed panels in front, combined with the micromini 
length of the skirt to give her a daring appearance.
Jeff whistled when he saw her. "Christ!" he exclaimed. "You better watch out! The
guys'll all be trying to rape you!" But his tone sounded pleased and a little proud.
"My teasing dress," she murmured.
They arrived at Bill and Jan Lockhursts' at five minutes before eight. Jan squealed with
delight at Wendy's dress. "Ooh, you sexy little thing!" she cried.
And Bill grinned his best lecherous grin. "Won't be anything boring about this party!"
He glanced from his wife to Wendy, running his eyes over Wendy's figure with obvious
approval.
Jan was as tall for a woman as Bill was for a man. Her jump-suit, zipped down the
front, clung to her with breathtaking intimacy, revealing the lines her skimpy bikini
type panties made across her gently curved hips and the fact she was braless.
Chuck Mason, heavy-jointed and bulky-looking under his extreme crew cut, and his
wife Jenny were already there. Jenny's strapless peasant dress was gathered at the top,
where it crossed her pink-white skin low enough to show the swell of her tits, and at
the waist. The skirt draped over the plump girl's hips and emphasized her rounded ass.
Wendy studied Jenny with growing suspicion, finally concluding that the black-haired
flirt was braless too.
She escaped from the greetings as the Pattersons and the Winklers arrived and fled to
the bathroom, where she removed her own bra and hid it in her purse. She was
horrified at the clear definition of her tits by the way her dress molded itself to them,
but she set her chin and returned to the party.
The Gonzaleses – Manuel and Pam – were the last to arrive. Wendy had a special
feeling of tenderness for Manuel, and he played star roles in her most bizarre fantasies,
his near-black skin always oiled and his cock always a rampant bowsprit. The contrast
between his swarthy features and his wife's translucent white skin, where her freckles
appeared to float in midair, gave Wendy a shivery thrill.
Bill served drinks with the other men crowding around the bar with advice. Wendy
sipped hers in amused resignation to the usual over strength. It was as if there were
some code men had to obey that demanded extra alcohol in every woman's drink –
some unwritten law they had to try to get the women drunk.
Chuck Mason ran his hand over his bristling hair and squinted around the room.
"Whew!" he whistled and grinned. "I'd say it's an improvement just to get rid of the
squares! Things look more lively than at bridge already!"
A buzz of general agreement died into an awkward silence. Jan squirmed and pouted.
"Well, what do we talk about? Kids and cooking are out. So's business. Somebody say
something witty."
Wendy looked at Lola Patterson, a raw-boned farm type with hair the color of cornsilk
and perfectly straight, and slender, graceful Millie Winkler with her fine, mouse-colored
hair piled into a chignon. Neither they nor Pam Gonzales were wearing bras. There
might as well have been a conspiracy with Wendy failing to get the word.
Cal Winkler cleared his throat. "Yeah, witty. We've got to start this thing off with a
bang. How about a sex orgy?"
Wendy gasped and joined the burst of laughter. Such a patently ridiculous suggestion
provided unlimited latitude for wisecracks and harmless ribaldry. She listened to the
banter and contributed daring promises she knew she wouldn't have to honor. Her
drink disappeared as if it had evaporated and Bill refilled her glass. Good party, she
thought. Nice to pretend this way. Good thing we're pretending though. I'm getting
drunk!
The pretense began to sound like one of her fantasies. As if to heighten the stimulation
of the game, everyone seemed to her to be concentrating on play-acting. Each person
became increasingly realistic in his or her role until Wendy realized a newcomer would
have been convinced they were serious. She tingled with excitement. The party was
suddenly a community-fantasizing exercise.
In an interlude of restlessness, everyone milled about. Wendy giggled and circulated
among them, bumping from one man to another and happily sampling their kisses. Jeff
and Millie were necking at the end of the couch and Jan Lockhurst clung recklessly to
Manuel in the corner behind the piano. They were simulating the preliminaries of an
orgy magnificently. Wendy thrilled at the air of abandon that hovered in the room. Bill
Lockhurst caught her as she spun away from Cal Winkler's frenzied embrace and
cradled her in his arms.
"Hey, baby!" Bill exclaimed. "Hold still!"
She laughed giddily and sagged against him. "Oooh, I'm glad it's you, Bill! I need to
unwind for a minute!"
He peered into her eyes, then released her and took her hand in his. "Come on, then,"
he said softly.
She followed him to the kitchen, where the swinging door cut off the frantic squeals of
laughter and the confusion of movement that had begun to grate on her nerves. She
rested her ass on the edge of the serving table in the middle of the room and leaned
back, panting. "What a wild idea!" she exclaimed.
"Sheer genius," Bill remarked. "Don't know why we didn't get around to it a long time
ago."
Wendy was keenly aware of the desire that plucked at her and knew it was vital to the
spirit of their game that she keep it alive. This kind of group fantasy would stop being
fun the moment it became forced. It had to stay spontaneous and free to keep up the
essential illusion of realism. She smiled at Bill with what she hoped was a sultry
expression and puckered her lips.
Bill grinned broadly and leaned over her, his lips meeting hers wetly. A flush of
satisfaction washed over her. He understood the need for action as well as she did. His
hands touched hers, resting on the table top to support her, and then stroked lightly up
her arms. She wriggled happily and risked putting one arm around his shoulders.
Clinging to him, she slid her other arm around his neck and hugged, mashing her
mouth on his. She felt one of his hands at the small of her back and the other on her
hip, moving in caressing circles.
Fun! she thought. Ooh, wicked and fun!


Chapter 3

Bill's tongue touched Wendy's lips and she felt a surge of responsive heat. She pressed
against him, then shook off her hunger and removed her arms from around him.
Leaning on her hands, her elbows stiff, she twisted to free herself from his kiss.
Bill's mouth crushed Wendy's savagely and he stroked her arm again and rested his
hand on her shoulder. She jerked her head and tried to slip sideways to evade him, but
his thigh drove against her cunt and pinned her ass against the table. She felt his hand
push her dress off her shoulder and realized with a thrill of panic that his other hand
was repeating the maneuver. Before she could resist, the shoulders of her dress hung at
her elbows and the bodice bloused at her waist, baring her heated tits. With a desperate
effort, she wrenched her mouth free of Pill's.
"No, Bill! Bill, don't! For God's sake wake up!"
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed happily. "Magnificent! Why the hell aren't you on the stage?"
Bill fingered her tit and caught her mouth with his again. Hot needles of excitement
stabbed Wendy. She gulped at his kiss in spite of her fear.
She arched her belly against Bill and rolled her head. Her lips gobbled at his and his
tongue drove suddenly between them. Swallowing convulsively, she sucked at it fiercely
before trying to push it out of her mouth. But she yielded to the temptation to prolong
the wicked pleasure, sucking hard. She was dimly aware of Bill's massage of her tit and
the electrifying sensation of caresses on her hips. She writhed as the caresses moved
slowly down her thighs. Suddenly she stiffened.
She clawed at him, Jus weight pushing her back over the table at an impossible angle.
She felt his hand reach her knees and reached instinctively to feel for herself. She
touched her naked belly and shoved her fingers into her cunt hair and down the fronts
of her exposed thighs.
Bill pressed his thigh into the mat of her pubic hair and bent, lifting her knee with one
hand and peeling her pantyhose over her foot.
She panted. "Bill Lockhurst! Stop it! STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
"What the hell, baby? This is a sex orgy! Remember?"
"Make-believe, Bill! MAKE-BELIEVE!" She burst into tears.
Bill laughed. "You can make-believe if you like. Me, I like it better this way." He
released her naked leg and caught at her other knee. Despite her frantic struggle, he
stripped her pantyhose from her feet and dropped them before letting go. She rose on
the balls of her feet, agonizingly conscious of her nakedness as she stood pinned against
the table.
"BILL! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" she sobbed. "Oh, Bill! Look what you've done!"
Bill held her by the shoulders and backed a step away to survey her squirming body.
Numbed, she let him, as if she had to let him do what she'd told him to. He pressed
against her again with a pleased sigh.
"I sure did!" His tone was exultant. Suddenly, his hands were all over her.
"BILL! DON'T BILL! OH, STOP IT!" She felt savage excitement surging and a longing
that paralyzed her. "DON'T, DON'T, DON'T!"
The door swung open and Wendy shrieked. "BILL! THEY'RE GOING TO SEE!"
Millie Winkler backed into the kitchen, her attention riveted on something beyond the
door and her slim, lithe body gloriously nude. Wendy gasped and shuddered. Jeff
pushed past the door, hands outstretched toward Millie as the girl stared at him with
feverish, hypnotized eyes. He backed his victim into the corner of the cabinet and
caught her around the waist, his mouth going to one saucy nipple and engulfing the
entire tit.
She continued to gaze at Jeff and Millie, hardly conscious of the fact Bill was tilting her
onto the table. She felt him cross her wrists over her belly and grip them in one hand.
She realized dimly that he was between her thighs, but she was fascinated by the
struggle at the cabinet. Millie's abrupt surrender startled Wendy. The graceful figure
swayed sharply against Jeff, and Millie's face tilted up to his. Jeff cuddled his captive in
his arms and gulped at her mouth, then swung her away from the cabinet and turned
with her to stare at Wendy and Bill.
Wendy quailed before Jeff's gaze. "I didn't... I couldn't..." she stammered.
Jeff's face took on an incredulous, relieved expression. "By God, you're going along!" he
exclaimed. He brought Millie to the table and reached out to caress Wendy's tit. "Good
girl!" He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry we interrupted. Come on, Millie. Guess they got
here first." And he and the smiling girl retreated from the kitchen.
Wendy peered the length of her body and discovered Bill had opened his fly and
extracted his cock. The great prick jutted over her, its underside resting in her cunt hair
while Bill caressed her ass. Her back ached fiercely from the weight of her unsupported
legs and she raised her knees. Bill laughed.
"Beautiful, baby! Get your cunt up where I can get at it!"
"Bill! Oh, God Bill! What are we doing."
"Fucking," he said briefly. "No! Oh, NO!"
His hips withdrew and he crouched until his cockhead rested over her cunt. Even as
Wendy felt the hot bulb, he lunged, the immense head plowing through her tight
opening and plunging deep into her cunt. She screamed.
"BILL! YAGHHH! YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH!" She wrenched to free her wrists
from his grasp, but his hand was like a steel band. Her knees jerked convulsively to her
chest and clamped together. She thrust them against Bill's chest and shoved. He
jammed his cock deeper and grabbed her ankles, raising them until her knees
straightened, then resting her heels on his shoulders.
"Nice!" he exclaimed. "Just great, Wendy!"
"Oh, you bastard!" she wailed. "You dirty bastard! Get your cock out of me!"
"Naw." His tone was placating. "Naw, baby. Let's fuck!"
"DON'T SAY THAT WORD!"
"Okay. Let's just do it if you don't like to hear it." His hips jerked rhythmically and his
cock leaped in her, slamming back and forth and filling her with overwhelming delight.
She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling.
The frictionless sliding sensation in Wendy's cunt generated a series of pleasure waves
and made her hips surge in response. She abandoned herself to sensuous enjoyment,
levering herself with her heels and acutely aware of the prickle of Bill's pubic hair as it
jabbed through hers. As her desire mounted, her inability to move her hands enraged
her.
"Goddamn it, Bill! Let go of my wrists!" she blazed at him. "I won't fight! It's too late
for that!"
He grinned and released her wrists. Placing his hands at her waist, he swept her cunt
against the hard base of his cock and groaned. She clutched at his forearms for leverage
and jerked herself about on his prick with savage lust. The sensations at the mouth of
her cunt were secondary to the rising intensity of feeling in the core of her gut where
his cockhead was churning her belly. She lost the sense of being impaled on his shaft
and imagined herself suspended in space on a disembodied ball in her middle. Passion
surged through her and she felt her belly knotting.
"Bill! BILL! OH, YES!" The hungry expression on Jeff's face as he had led Millie out of
the kitchen came back to Wendy and brought with it a frightening burst of new
excitement. He's probably on her right now, she thought. He's going to come in her.
I'll show him I can go just as far as he can – as she will!
Bill grunted and slammed against Wendy's cunt. He stopped jabbing and quivered as
he strained against her.
"Not without me, Bill! Oh, please wait for me!"
But Bill grunted again and Wendy felt his cock jerk. The heat of his jism welled in her
belly and she ground her hips, trapping her clitoris on the ridge at the base of his prick
and steeling herself to endure the excruciating pain of overstimulation. The tremors of
orgasm seized her even as Bill groaned and lost his rigidity. Wendy clutched at him
when he bent over her. Wrapping her legs around his waist and digging at his ass with
her heels, she kept herself firmly jammed onto his softening cock and continued to
writhe against him.
"Yes!" she gasped, feeling her eyes bulge. "Yes! YES! NNNNNH! I'M COMING, BILL!
I'M MAKING IT!"
Bill seized her in his arms and crushed her to him, his body heat hurling her into the
awesome chaos of her orgasm.
"YAGHHH! UNNNH! HOLD ME, DARLING! HOLD ME TIGHT!" she cried out
wildly, and abandoned herself to the spasms that racked her.
Bill backed away from the table with her, leaning back and letting her cunt grind
against his pubic arch while she writhed helplessly in the throes of her climax. The
convulsions of her cunt ceased and a vast sense of lassitude engulfed her.
"Oh, darling!" she whispered. Then, slowly becoming conscious again of the enormity
of what had happened, "No, Bill! My God, what did I do?"
"Got initiated, baby," he replied lightly.
She whimpered and buried her face against his shoulder, shame crushing her as she
realized how tightly her legs were holding her cunt to him. "Not really, Bill! Please say
not really! It's just another daydream, isn't it?"
He held her closely. "No dream. Today's something special." He moved with her, and
she heard a rush of sounds. She raised her head and looked. Desperate rejection flashed
in her mind as he saw he'd taken her into the dining room, her legs and arms still
clutching him shamelessly and his limp dick still trapped in her cunt.
But the scene distracted her from her own lewd situation. Beside her, near enough for
her to touch them, Jeff and Millie were similarly locked. Jeff slumped on one of the
dining room chairs, legs extended and arms hanging, while Millie rode him like a circus
performer, impaled on his cock, her feet clear of the floor, her hair tumbling unnoticed
over her face. It was clear to Wendy that both Jeff and Millie had passed their climaxes.
The girl's body sagged until her tits touched her belly and Jeff's eyes were glazed with
exhaustion.
On the other side of the room, action was still in progress. Jan bent over the dining
room table at the corner, the angle of the table top protruding between her widespread
thighs and her tits flattened on the shining surface. She gripped the edges of the table,
her knuckles white, and stared blankly ahead with her mouth open in a silent scream.
Behind her, Manuel leaned over with his black belly crushing her ass-cheeks and his
cock buried in her ass-hole. He pounded back and forth, the circle of Jan's ass-hole
clinging tightly to his brutal shaft as he plunged. Jan's feet thrashed violently and
Wendy shuddered at the bestial scene.
In the living room, Cal Winkler knelt before one of the armchairs and held Lola
Patterson's hands. Lola lay on the seat of the chair, her legs astraddle Cal's neck and
her ankles crossed on his back. Cal's face was buried in Lola's straw-colored cunt and
Wendy could hear, even from her distance, the gurgle of Cal's sucking. Lola's
contortions and loud moans sent tingles racing up Wendy's spine. It was obvious the
big woman was oblivious to her surroundings.
Lola's husband, Dale, lay face up on the couch and Jenny Mason, her dress gathered in
a shapeless mass at her waist, bounced up and down the length of his gnarled cock.
Jenny squealed with pleasure and her massive tits flopped wildly. Wendy winced when
she realized that Dale had one finger of each hand up Jenny's ass.
Frail-looking Pam Gonzales clung to Chuck Mason's squirming hips with her arms as
she hung head down in his grasp, her legs locked around his head and her ass rotating
while he gobbled at her cunt.
"Oh, God!" exclaimed Wendy. "Omigod, Bill! How awful!" A spasm of renewed
excitement twisted her gut. "We'll never be able to face each other again!"
"Wild!" Bill enthused. "Son of a bitch, Wendy! We've got a real hot crowd here! I'll bet
half the people here are doing things they've never tried at home!"
"Things I'd never do!" Wendy shuddered, then stiffened. "Bill! You're getting hard
again!"
"Can't keep a good prick soft with all this going on." He chuckled contentedly. "Come
on. Let's fuck some more. Gotta try out some of that stuff."
"Not me, Bill Lockhurst!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
She sniffed. "It's enough letting someone else's husband make me! I'm not ever going
to lower myself to the awful things they're doing!"
"Aw, what the hell! Unwind, baby! Get with it! Chance of your life!"
"NO! What do you think I am? I don't do those things! The only way you got me into
the position you did in the kitchen was I couldn't fight you off! You think I'd have done
it on a table otherwise – with my feet in the air that way?"
"No shit, baby? I made you do it?"
"I'd never do anything like that, myself. Good God, Bill!" She squirmed. "I wouldn't do
this, either – not even with Jeff at home. Let me down!"
Bill grinned innocently and lifted her off his cock. She staggered momentarily and let
Bill hold her in his arms. He turned her and drew her back against his belly, his arm
across her belly.
"Come on, Wendy. Let's try something else. Everyone else is."
"Not now, Bill. I'm not going to be part of anything as depraved as this!"
Bill pulled Wendy's hands behind her and held her wrists at the small of her back. She
twisted angrily.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. "You stop it now!"
Bill gripped her wrists firmly and reached around her with his other hand, placing it
over her pubic hair and thrusting his fingers between her thighs to grope at her cunt.
She pressed her knee over her opposite thigh and pressed her ass backward. Without
releasing his grip on her snatch, Bill pushed her before him, rounding the couch and
shoving her thighs against the back of it. He forced her forward and she fell across the
upholstered rail, her ass in the air.
"Stop it! Goddamn you, Bill, stop it!" she raved at him, writhing while he drove his
cock downward into her cunt. "Jesus, Bill! Please don't! You make me look like a
whore!"
He pulled his cock out and pressed his knees between hers, forcing her thighs far apart.
She wailed. "Bill! Damn it, Bill, I hate you!"
He rubbed her cunt, his fingers scooping the thick layers of fluid from around her
cuntmouth and spreading goo over the lips and into the crack of her ass. His fingertip
slid over her ass-hole and she bucked.
"You bastard! Get your hand away from my butt! You hear me, Bill Lockhurst? Stop
that!"
She felt something hot and huge over her ass-hole and wriggled with pleasure at the
sensation that washed over her. Then she clamped her ass-cheeks together frantically.
"NO! OH, PLEASE DON'T! NOT THAT!" She felt as if something were choking her.
Panic knotted her belly and she kicked helplessly as the pressure built brutally at her
ass. "BILL! PLEASE, BILL! SWEET JESUS, DON'T DO THAT!"
The pressure rose and she felt an impossible stretching in her ass. She cried out as the
bulk of Bill's cock plunged into her gut and his bristling pubic hair filled her crack. His
belly was hard when it jammed down on her ass-cheeks and his knees thrust her thighs
wider apart. She gasped incredulously at the searing fire that burned her ass-hole and
fought to keep from passing out. In a moment, the agony subsided and an enormous
tide of pleasure engulfed her.
"Honey!" she gasped, and scrubbed her tits against the roughness of the couch-back.
"Fast! Fuck me fast!"
Bill battered Wendy's ass and her body jounced. She felt his grip loosen on her wrists
and he reached under her to grab her tits. She braced her hands on the seat cushion
and stiffened her arms, raising herself and letting her belly sag. Lust surged through her
in powerful waves. The sensations that flooded her were like nothing in her wildest
fantasies, and she realized her imagination had been incapable of inventing the intricate
blend of emotion and physical stimulus of this frenzied act. The force on her ass
increased suddenly and she felt Bill's knees on the outer slopes of her thighs.
"What're you doing now?" she demanded breathlessly.
"Hell, I'm riding you, baby!" Bill's voice rang. "Like a goddamn cowboy!" He slapped
her hip a stinging blow and she bucked. Bill laughed and grabbed her waist, bouncing
viciously. "All I need is spurs, Wendy! Man, have I got the prod to you now!"
"Bill! How humiliating!"
"Shit! Think how it would be with an ape riding you like this! Great, huh?"
The vision of a great hairy ape mounted on her ass, his feet clinging to her knees and
his hands clamped on her waist, flared vividly in Wendy's mind and she groaned.
Sensations crowded each other and she felt another orgasm rushing upon her. The
now-familiar contractions seized her belly and her body went rigid. She held her breath
and trembled in the violence of her emotion while Bill continued to pump.
As she collapsed, spent, she felt her rider stiffen and his cum cascaded through her guts,
renewing her flaming climax. When his cock's twisting slowed, she sagged again and
felt him fold over her.
"Hey, baby," he whispered. "You do great after I get you going!"
"You're terrible! Bill, I ought to hate you!"
"Sure. Hard to hate a guy with a cock in you, though, isn't it?"
"I don't know. All I know is I ought to hate you and I don't. I... I'm glad this happened
tonight."
Someone knelt before her on the seat cushion and a wet, semi-erect prick bobbed in her
face. She smelled the strong scent of jism and sweat and panicked at the impulse that
came over her to lick the obscene balls. She heard Jeff's voice.
"Wendy! Son of a bitch, baby! You're a goddamn jewel!"
She twisted to look into Jeff's face. "You're not mad?" she asked with difficulty.
"Oh, shit! Not me!" He slid off the couch and grabbed her face between his hands,
kissing her wetly.
She grabbed him in her arms and rolled her mouth on his.
And when Bill dismounted and lifted her off the back of the couch she scrambled to
Jeff's side and snuggled against him. She was determined never to let anything like this
happen again, but there was a delightful sense of wanton sharing in what had happened
– and in the fact they were sitting naked among a roomful of other naked people.


Chapter 4

The room was charged with enthusiasm – male enthusiasm, mostly, Wendy noted.
Jeff's eyes were bright with excitement, but he was typical of the men around them. She
felt more reserved and it looked to her as if her female companions shared her
uncomfortable desire to disappear. Bill was pacing the room.
"Why not?" he demanded. "There's a lot of swapping around the country and I say it's
a hell of a lot more stimulating than seeing who can make the best finesse!"
Cal Winkler agreed. "Damn right! Man, there's four broads in this crowd I haven't laid
yet, and I'd like to get a piece of every one of them! Why not a swap club?"
"I'm for that." Dale Patterson patted his wife's belly. "Jenny and I make out fine, but
there's a whole different kind of thrill in shacking up with someone else – and
watching some other guy put his dick to Jenny. Man, what a party this is turning out to
be!"
Wendy shrank against Jeff. "What do you think, hon?" she whispered.
"Sure makes the blood circulate!" he replied. "Let's go along."
She sighed. "If this is what you want, honey."
He squeezed her. "Can't hurt anybody," he said.
Manuel interjected a thoughtful note. "Put on a party like this every once in a while for
kicks," he suggested. "Sort of shake the kinks out. But it's too frantic for a steady diet.
I'd like to get to know one couple at a time."
Pam smiled at her dark husband and nodded. "Me, too." She shivered. "I don't know if
I could stand to be this public about it very often."
With the men vociferous and the women cautiously accepting their urging, the group
settled the matter. Wendy's head reeled when she realized they'd actually formed a swap
club, and she watched with a sense of bewildered disbelief while the men drew lots to
determine the order of two-couple exchanges.
She turned to Jeff with apprehension. "We're not really going to be trading, are we? I
mean, I won't go home with someone else while his wife stays with you?" She grabbed
at him. "Oh, Jeff! Not that!"
He chuckled gently. "Not that. Not yet, anyway. We're just figuring out which couples
get together first."
"Who... who did we get?" she asked.
"Manuel and Pam."
"No! Not Manuel!"
"Why the hell not?"
"Ooooh! You saw what he did to Jan!"
"Up the ass, you mean? Well, you did all right with Bill that way."
Wendy shuddered. "It's different. Jan was on the table. And Manuel's cock was like a
horse's!"
"Tell you a secret, baby. That was Jan's idea. Manuel didn't want to do it at first... said
he'd never tried it that way and good, sweet pussy was the kind of meat he liked."
"She made him go the other way?"
"Well, you know how she can pout when she doesn't get her way. So Manuel gave in.
Hell, who's going to argue with a broad when she's that hot? I think Jan's something of
a masochist."
"Brrr! Not me! I'm not going to take him that way!" She shuddered again, then
brightened. "When and where, honey?"
"Their place. Day after tomorrow."
"Sunday! This Sunday? Jeff!"
"Why not? Don't want people chickening out."
"What time?"
"Two o'clock."
"Not in the daytime!" She was horrified.
"Sorry, baby. Two o'clock. I think that's great!"
She groaned, then forced a short laugh. "All right, honey. If you want it that way."
Jan asked Bill to play tapes and he selected a set of dreamy numbers out of the past.
Wendy reluctantly joined the rest in a curious kind of dancing, where each couple
merely rubbed bellies and clung to each other the way she'd seen in the old movies. She
admitted to herself that the close contact and slow movement aroused desire, and she
felt no surprise when Cal guided her along the hall and into the guestroom. But he did
startle her by remaining on his feet after he had pushed her onto the bed. He turned on
the overhead light and gazed for a long time at her naked form, his expression clearly
showing admiration.
"Wendy, you've got the best damn figure here tonight. You know that?"
She felt herself flush. "Cal, you're just saying that," she murmured. "You know how
plain I am."
"Oh, horseshit! I don't know how you ever got that into your head! You're a beautiful
woman, Wendy! A photographer would go ape over you!"
She squirmed, fighting the urge to curl up and hide herself from his candid stare.
Cal rearranged her arms, placing them so the tension in her flesh made her tits swell.
She held herself still in the position he put her in. Her belly quivered and she let her
eyes go half closed. Cal grinned tenderly.
"Absolutely beautiful!" he exclaimed. "Patient, too." He caressed her tits.
"Whew!" she gasped. "Good heavens, Cal! I didn't expect that!" Gooseflesh rose on her
skin and her cunt tingled.
Cal raised her knees and parted them, kneeling at her ass. She winced at the lewd
exposure and shut her eyes. But curiosity overcame her embarrassment when he
pressed her knees to her sides and she had to look. The pressure had raised her ass and
rotated her cunt upward. Cal's cock, long and blue-veined, projected over her, his balls
hanging out of sight beyond the thicket of her pubic hair.
"Hold your knees like this," Cal suggested.
Hesitantly, she clasped her knees with her hands while Cal caressed the backs of her
taut thighs. He fingered her gaping cunt and pushed his cock down to seat its head
against her trembling cunt lips.
"Mmmmmm!" She flinched. "Oh, my!"
He rubbed his cock along her slit, bumping it repeatedly against her clitoris and
arousing her desire abruptly.
"Cal! This is nasty!"
"But good," he replied. He laughed softly. "Your pussy's all pink and shiny. It's like the
petals of a begonia when they're wet!" Then he shook his head. "No, maybe more like a
magnolia blossom, only pink."
"Cal! My God, Cal, I feel like a specimen on a slide!"
"Know what happens to specimens on slides."
"What?"
"Guys poke them... like this." He thrust with his hips and his cock plunged from sight.
Wendy drew a shuddering breath as she felt the rigid prick fill her cunt. "AHHH!
Mmmmmm, that's deep!"
"And tight, Wendy. like a glove. You don't have to hold your knees now."
She released her shins and held her arms up to him. He dropped onto her and she
rested her heels on the bed, touching her ass-cheeks, her knees widespread. Her ass
pumped as Cal began to jab his cock rapidly. He sucked at her tit and she buried her
fingers in his hair, a feeling of remarkable tenderness warming her. It was a strange
feeling, as distinctive in its way as she'd found orgasm to be.
She let herself float in her cloud of warm generosity while maintaining her rhythmic
surging with Cal. And Cal's thrusts seemed more like intimate gestures of sharing than
heated jolts of passion. She clamped her legs around Cal's hips and squeezed, and he
bored deeper and stopped fucking. His cum filled her and awakened warm thrills
through her body; his quiet sigh was like the closing of a curtain.
Wendy lay beneath Cal's motionless body for a long time, her fingers massaging the
muscles in his neck while he continued to kiss her shoulders and tits. She was reluctant
to unlock her ankles and release him when he stirred.
"Damned funny kind of fucking," he muttered. "Never had it go just like that before."
"Mmmmmm! I liked it, Cal. It was nice."
"Yeah. But how come it was like that?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe we'll find out next time."
A quiver of apprehension caught Wendy.
She went back to the living room with Cal. The frenzy of the early part of the evening
was gone, replaced by an atmosphere of moodiness. She noticed that each person
seemed absorbed in his own thoughts, with an occasional doubtful glance at someone
else.
She and Jeff found themselves vibrantly awake when they got home. She was delighted
that he still reacted to the dress, in spite of the time she'd spent out of it, and
suppressed her urge to struggle when he decided to take it off her. She even let him
turn her slowly around like a model after he had her undressed, and then tumbled with
him on the bed as if they were half-grown puppies. The image amused her and she
shared it with Jeff.
He chuckled, then sobered. "Yeah, puppies. That's maybe the one thing I'll be glad
about when Cecily leaves."
"What?"
"Her damned allergies. I keep thinking about Wolf having to live outside because she
can't stand animals in the house."
"She's not allergic. That's just a way to get attention."
Jeff looked pained. "Aw, don't start that, Wendy! I could see the way her eyes got red
and the way she sneezed!"
"Anyone can do that, if they want to."
"Damn it, come off it!"
She subsided, irritable and defeated. Even their tumbling and exploring seemed to have
lost its appeal.
Wendy worked frantically the next day, cleaning the house as if she expected guests.
Privately, she realized she was trying to keep too busy to remember the night before
and what was going to happen Sunday, but when Jeff and then Cecily commented, she
merely remarked that someone had to do the work. And when neither of them was to
be seen when she needed help to move the couch in the middle of the afternoon she felt
a premonition. She searched the house and yard without finding a sign of them. Jeff's
Corvette was beside her own Volvo in the drive and both hoods were cool. She
hesitated, struggling to imagine what hiding place she might have overlooked. Wolf
whined and tugged at his chain.
"Poor guy," she murmured. "She won't be here much longer, boy. We love you, even if
you do have to stay out here."
The great lion hound wriggled all over at the attention and Wendy laughed and went to
him. She knelt to fondle his broad head, twisting aside to evade his eager tongue, and
his powerful muscles rippled under her hand. When she rose, he paced toward the
garage, lunging against his chain with a rumbling whimper. Wendy gasped.
"Of course! The apartment! Oh, that son of a bitch... taking her up there as if he
weren't getting enough already!" They hadn't used the apartment over the garage.
Buying the house and grounds had strained Jeff's resources, and they laughed about a
future when they could afford a full-time gardener. Jeff had more than once proposed a
use for the sparsely furnished rooms, of course – a use Wendy had vetoed vehemently
and with furious blushes – but neither of them went into the apartment except for an
occasional inspection and vacuuming.
She went into the garage and listened. For a time, she heard nothing. Then there was a
faint scraping sound overhead and a muffled thump. Her heart pounding and rage
boiling in her head, she went outside to the steep stairway. She climbed slowly, testing
each step before placing her weight on it and reaching the top without so much as a
single squeak of the stairs. With infinite care, she turned the knob and eased the door
open. Peering around the edge, she saw the tiny living room was empty. Silently, she
slipped inside and closed the door.
In the kitchen alcove to her left, she saw coffee cups and an ashtray littered with
lipstick-covered cigarette butts. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke; Jeff and Cecily
had been here for some time. Wendy heard the murmur of voices from the bedroom
and tiptoed across to the curtained doorway.
"Oh, Jeff darling, she'll never change." Cecily's tone dripped with contempt.
Jeff sounded sober. "I don't know about that. She might."
Wendy dug her nails into her palms at the scorn in her sister's shrill laughter.
"I've known Wendy all my life," Cecily said. "She's cold and passive. She thinks her
moral standards are the only right ones and that showing emotion is crude." She
paused, then went on, her voice changing to a soft, inviting murmur. "Why wait, Jeff?
Why waste the best part of your life hoping she'll change to what you want?"
Wendy fingered the curtain and peeked into the bedroom. Its ancient, scarred dresser
and narrow bed left little room for moving about, but the broad, deep window flooded
it with light. Her sister lay casually on her back, one knee up and her hands folded
under her head. Her hair spread over the pillow and covered her arms in a gleaming
veil of gold-ash. She pouted prettily, and her creamy flesh swelled from her shoulders to
the bulging slopes of her tits in an uninterrupted sweep. She wore a half-cup bra, her
majestic golden-pink nipples thrusting proudly over the lace edges of the bra cups. Her
lower belly swelled pleasantly, the top of her brief bikini panties cutting across it well
below her navel, revealing pale wisps of her pubic hair. Other, thicker strands escaped
from the abbreviated crotch of the panties, and Jeff idly plucked at those strands,
pulling them straight and letting them spring back.
Jeff lay on his side with his back to Wendy. She realized as if noticing for the first time,
that propping himself on his elbow seemed to be a favorite action, and she felt a fierce
sense of proprietorship as she looked at his familiar figure. He was naked, and his
buttocks were slim, knotted half-moons, indented by broad dimples.
He answered Cecily at last. "Look, baby, I can understand the way you feel. You're
warm and impulsive and you think people ought to make the most of life every minute.
Okay, you've had it rough from Wendy. I guess it's not unusual for a couple of sisters
to scrap; and the older one's got an advantage. Maybe you're right and she's always
been jealous because she figured you were cuter and sparkled more; I don't know. But
you aren't talking about packing a picnic lunch now. You're talking about dumping a
marriage, and that gets complicated."
Wendy's sister refused to abandon her light mood. She squirmed, her nipples swaying
against the white lace of her bra. "Oh, you men are all alike! Pretend you're
adventurers, all of you, and then get chicken when someone calls your bluff. Darling,
listen! Anything worth while's worth a little effort! I'm just saying you deserve better
than lukewarm hash! Hot steak's more your style!"
Jeff chuckled and caressed her thigh. "Okay, I'll admit I like the way you turn on.
Touching you's like stepping on the accelerator in the Corvette: you really take off! And
you're not all smothered by inhibitions, either. But I'm comfortable around Wendy.
She's got a hell of a lot of fine traits you don't seem to have noticed. I'm going to have
to think a while before I decide to get rid of her."
Cecily shrugged and smiled. "Go ahead and think," she replied. Then in a sultry tone,
"Only do your thinking on your own time, not when I'm half naked and waiting."
Jeff trailed his fingers across his sister-in-law's panties and over her belly. The girl
sucked her belly in sharply and squealed. With a chuckle, Wendy's husband tweaked
one of the long nipples and drew small circles around it with his fingertip. Cecily
smiled and stretched.
"Mmmmmm! That's better than talking," she said.
"It doesn't leave any room for guessing," Jeff replied, drawing his fingers to the tip of
her nipple slowly. "Just honest feeling."
He drew his fingers repeatedly up the length of the nipple and Wendy realized the pink
lump was swelling and beginning to pucker. The dusky aureole swelled with it, rising
above the level of the great, creamy tit and darkening perceptibly. Cecily breathed
deeply and twisted lazily. Jeff pushed himself up and sat beside her to caress her with
both hands. His cock thrust out of the darkness of his pubic hair, its shaft full and its
head pulsing. The girl glanced at the rigid prick with a smile.
"Why Jeffy! Is he all excited?" She sounded as if she were talking to a baby, and Wendy
detected an abrupt stiffening in Jeff's shoulders.
But Cecily appeared to be responding to the gentle strokes. Her hips writhed from time
to time and the gold of her eyes appeared to Wendy to darken. Jeff paused to unfasten
the catch between his sister-in-law's bra cups and laid the cups back, exposing the
bottom halves of the quivering tits.
"Jeffy!" Cecily chided. "That's naughty! My goodness, what's next?"
"Shit!" Jeff growled. He bent over the willing form and closed his mouth around the
nipple. Chewing sensuously, he sucked flesh between his lips until the creamy skin
showed a line of taut creases.
Cecily glanced downward to watch, her only movement the same slow writhing and an
occasional twitch of her hips.
She jerked as Jeff released her tit and grabbed the other in his mouth. A faint moan of
pleasure escaped Cecily and she rolled her head. Jeff caressed his sister-in-law's belly,
his fingers dipping frequently under the edge of her panties. Her reactions grew less
restrained and her knee moved slowly out to the side and back. Her hips undulated and
her belly quivered. Jeff thrust his hand inside the filmy panties and worked his fingers
onto the flesh at Cecily's crotch. Wendy felt a sympathetic ache in her own cunt as she
watched the movement under the wet nylon.
Cecily swung her knee far to the side, her thighs yawning apart, and elevated her ass.
"Mmmmm! Ooooh, Jeffy! That's private! Naughty – naughty!"
Wendy saw a quick flush at the back of Jeff's ear and knew how he must feel at the
infantile pretense. She wondered how he could maintain any desire for her simpering
sister. Her own hunger for his attention continued to intensify and she opened the
curtain wider for a better view.
Jeff straightened, leaving Cecily's tits gleaming with his saliva and her nipples deeply
puckered. He turned down the edge of her panties and worked them over her hips with
tantalizingly slow movements. Cecily squirmed.
"Jeff! You're so slow!" The girl drew her knees up, then extended her legs again. "You
make me feel all crawly!" Her voice was tremulous.
"Call it the unveiling," muttered Jeff. "As much woman as you are, this pussy of yours
has to be something special. And I like to open packages slow."
The girl's cunt hair came into full view, thick and long and shimmering in the light
from the window, and Jeff drew the wisp of material over her long, smooth thighs. He
sighed.
"Worth every goddamned second of waiting," he said. "God, a guy could wander in that
forest for a week hunting for the slit!"
"Ugh! Jeff!" But Cecily wriggled with evident pleasure. She twisted as she pulled her
feet free of the panties and stared directly at Wendy. Her eyes widened abruptly.


Chapter 5

Cecily screamed and paralysis gripped Wendy.
"JEFF! Omigod, Jeff! She's here!"
"Huh!" Jeff's head snapped about and he stared at Wendy. Alarm leaped into his
expression, then vanished before a slow grin. "Hey, baby!" he exclaimed softly. "Come
on in! Get your clothes off and join us. You're just in time!"
"Oh, Jeff!" Wendy whispered, gazing incredulously into her husband's face. She felt as
if time were standing still while thoughts tumbled over each other in her mind. Her
first impulse was to strike down Jeff's quick-thinking thrust – to scream at him and give
him Cecily. Even as the decision took shape, however, her fury at her sister asserted
itself. She raged inwardly, and a sudden resolve hardened. Excitement surged fiercely.
She forced a smile and stepped into the room. "You mean that, honey?" she asked in a
low tone.
She noted a sudden gleam of eagerness in Jeff's eyes and the way his eyebrows climbed.
"Come on, sugar! I mean it!"
Wendy nodded, her breath coming shakily and her knees trembling. "Keep her warm
while I undress." Her fingers fumbled at the buttons in the front of her dress.
Cecily stirred, her eyes blazing. "Like hell you do! What am I, a pervert or something?
You're not going to catch me in a pile!"
Jeff laughed and pushed her back. "Easy, baby, easy! No harm as long as it's all in the
family." He leaned close and lowered his voice, as if to keep Wendy "from hearing.
"Besides, what else would a guy do with two sexy broads when he didn't know which
one was sexier?"
Wendy watched her sister narrowly. Cecily's mouth tightened and her eyes looked
cruel, like a cat's.
"I don't feel excited any more," the blonde said petulantly.
Jeff laughed and stroked her belly. "Easy to fix that." He began to caress her, his hands
moving gently from spot to spot and lingering just long enough to arouse muscular
reaction. Cecily's flesh twitched under his fingers and she jerked to evade his intimacies.
She giggled.
"Damn you, Jeff! Stop it!" She pushed at his hands.
He gobbled at her tit and thrust his hand between her thighs, kneading the tender lips
of her cunt. Her hips leaped. As if the motion had triggered her, a wild expression
flashed into her eyes and she began to pant.
Wendy dropped her housedress and wriggled out of her bra. She pushed off her panties
slowly, her gaze fixed on the writhing woman on the bed. Naked, she hesitated before
moving to Jeff, studying his bulging cock. She felt an inner chill and she shook herself.
She ignored the tightening in her belly and approached the bed.
Jeff sat with one foot on the floor and the other under him while he massaged Cecily's
cunt. The girl had turned wild with heat and thrashed her hips, her thighs flung wide
and Jeff's fingers deep between her wet cunt lips. Wendy sank to the floor and rested
her tits on her husband's thigh, slipping her hand under his balls and cradling them
gently. With her other hand she caressed the hairy, bulging sac, drawing a fingernail
over its surface and then stroking it slowly. She heard Jeff's sharp intake of air and
avoided looking into his face. She leaned over his leg and touched her lips to his cock,
kissing it lightly. Continuing to cradle his balls, she closed the fingers of her other hand
around the great cock and pulled its head toward her. She kissed the velvety head again
and again, and a silvery drop of fluid appeared at the reddened slit.
She shivered and extended her tongue, touching the drop with the tip and drawing it
into her mouth. The taste sent a thrill along her jaw and she parted her lips to suck at
the rounded cockhead as she might have at an ice cream cone. Jeff's thigh jerked
spasmodically under her tits and the flat muscles in his belly appeared to harden.
She pressed her lips over the broad slopes and opened her mouth as wide as she could,
careful to keep from biting. The sheer bulk of Jeff's cock startled her. When its head
was inside her mouth – behind her teeth – she could hardly relax her jaw at all She
drew her lips between her teeth and the hardness of his shaft to protect him from an
inadvertent bite and began to suck.
Jeff's hips moved erratically and she heard a sudden hoarseness in his breathing. She
fondled his balls with both hands and moved her lip-sheathed teeth up and down on
his cock, sucking vigorously on the buried head and rubbing the back of her tongue on
it. A continuous trickle of thin, flat-tasting liquid seeped from his slit, and she sucked it
off and swallowed sporadically.
She heard sucking noises and glanced at her sister's tits. Jeff was sucking ferociously, his
jaws moving as if he were eating the huge mound of wet flesh. She noticed Cecily's
hand groping at the rough bedspread and felt a strangely maternal compassion for the
girl. She reached across Jeff's leg and closed her hand over her sister's, and Cecily clung
to her fingers convulsively.
Jeff groaned and twisted, thrusting his foot out from under himself and extending his
legs, his thighs parted and his belly working. Wendy sucked harder and forced her
mouth further down on his shaft, his cockhead lodging in the arch of her throat. Her
sister kneaded her hand and moaned softly as Wendy rubbed her tits on Jeff's hard
thigh. The bed creaked to Cecily's writhing and Wendy heard the thumps as her sister
lashed out frantically with a foot when Jeff's probing fingers aroused an extrasensitive
nerve.
"Oh, Jeffy!" Cecily whispered urgently. "Jeffy, little pooky's got to be fed! Stick that
great big cock in pooky!"
Wendy shuddered with disgust and sucked harder, then slowly let Jeff's cockhead out of
her mouth. She felt Jeff's fingers close on her shoulder and squeeze gently before he
heaved himself away from her. She rubbed her jaw and watched him settle between her
sister's yawning thighs. Fascinated, Wendy bent closer and saw the smooth, swollen
mounds of cunt flesh bulge as they were thrust aside by the shiny knob she'd been
sucking. A thick layer of fluid coated the angry-looking cunt, and Jeff's monster cock
slid inward over it, sinking slowly from sight. When his cock was firmly seated, Jeff
thrust with his hips and drove his great prick in to the hilt. Wendy gasped at the
appalling sight and winced at the way her sister's slender waist leaped and her feet flew.
The hand she still held clamped on hers with savage strength and Cecily shouted.
"EEAGHHH! JESUS, JEFF! You split me!" The girl groaned and panted. "Ahhh...
ahhhh... ahhhh!"
Wendy pulled herself onto the bed beside the interlocked couple and knelt with her
thighs against them. Their surging movements rubbed them against her and she leaned
inward to rest her cunt on Jeff's hip. Excitement coursed through her and she caressed
his perspiring body with her hand. His ass-cheeks flinched to her massage and she slid
her fingertips along the crack of his ass.
Cecily pulled her knees up and laid her thighs in the hollow at either side of Jeff's waist.
He scrambled, thrusting his knees under her hips and locking her into the lewd
position, driving his cock back and forth in her with brutal blows. Wendy crawled
behind him and cupped her hand under his flogging balls, rolling Jeff's testicles gently
together. Awkwardly, she bent and kissed them, her cheek resting against his jerking
ass. The earthy, pungent scent brought a roar to her head and she grabbed her
husband's ass-cheeks with both hands and kissed the taut flesh. Slowly, feeling an
irresistible attraction, she moved her mouth into his crack and kissed the bottom of the
trough. Her lips touched his ass-hole and his ass-cheeks flinched violently.
Hardly realizing what she was doing, she touched the pulsing ass-hole with the tip of
her tongue. The flesh was incredibly smooth, its only texture the pucker-lines. She
jabbed her tongue harder against it and felt it yield. A startled awareness flashed over
her and she thrust her tongue forcefully into the tight ring, penetrating deeply.
"UNH!" Jeff's voice shook with disbelief. "Goddamn!" He shuddered and slammed
against Cecily's cunt.
Wendy felt feminine fingers clutching at her hand and was amazed to see her sister's
hand groping. Again, she held Cecily's hand, her tongue thrusting hungrily at Jeff's 
asshole and her other hand returning to his balls. The convulsive movements of Cecily's
fingers intrigued Wendy, and she realized how far her sister must have forgotten
herself.
She kissed her husband's ass-hole tenderly and abandoned it. Going to Cecily's head,
she caught her sister's face between her hands and kissed her on the mouth, driving her
tongue relentlessly to the back of the startled girl's throat. She pinned the suddenly
flailing head and gulped at Cecily's soft lips. Behind her, she heard Jeff's soft chuckle,
and she tingled fiercely as she felt his hand slide between her thighs and clutch her
cunt.
Cecily struggled until she got her hands against Wendy's shoulders, then roughly thrust
her older sister away.
The younger girl panted wildly and babbled. "My God, Wendy! You're insane! UNH!
UNH! Fuck hard, Jeff! Let me alone, Wendy! HARD, JEFF, HARD!"
Jeff seized Wendy and swung her astride her sister's body, her belly mashed against his
face. Wendy felt his driving surges as he continued to ram his cock in Cecily, but her
own excitement rocketed to the way he clutched her own ass and scrubbed his face in
her belly.
Cecily began to moan continuously, an undulating, unceasing sound of passionate
pleasure. Wendy felt her sister's hands grasping her ankles, and she braced herself,
pressing her belly against Jeff's nuzzling face and burying her fingers in his hair. He
stiffened and trembled and Wendy knew he was pumping his cum into her sister. She
bent, letting her hair touch his and hide her face while her tits rested against his head.
His powerful fingers stabbed suddenly into her cunt and she cried out in delight.
"Honey!" she whispered. "Oh, I love you, honey!"
She felt the triangle beginning to dissolve, the bodies that formed its sides losing their
rigidity and the angles giving up their firm connections.
They untangled and Wendy began to dress. Jeff pulled his dripping cock out of her
sister and fumbled for his clothes while Cecily turned her back and drew herself into a
tight ball. The girl groaned.
"How can I ever look at either one of you again?" she asked in muffled tones.
"Why, darling! How could you ask such a thing?" Wendy grinned at her husband.
Jeff winced and returned the grin. "Hard to beat that for hot!" he exclaimed. "Hey,
Cecily, you're a good piece of ass!"
"Ohhh!" the blonde wailed. "You're mean! You're making fun of me just because I'm
innocent!"
Wendy gasped and Jeff looked contrite.
"Hell, I'm sorry, baby," he said to his sister-in-law. "I didn't mean it that way."
"You did, too! You're making fun of me! Go away!"
Jeff shrugged and glanced helplessly at Wendy. She pursed her lips and nodded toward
the doorway. Jeff silently left the room and Wendy went to her sister's side.
"He's gone," she told Cecily. "Come on, you can get dressed. I know that was rough."
Cecily rolled over and sat up. There was no sign in her expression of the self-pity her
voice had suggested. She stared at Wendy bitterly. "Hope you're happy!" she muttered.
"Sneaking around spying! And then...! My God, Wendy! Don't you have any modesty
at all?"
Wendy drew back. "I haven't seen much of that in you!"
"But you're older and a married woman! How could you possibly do what you did with
your husband fucking your sister?"
"Goddamn you and your foul mouth! I told you before, you're not going to take Jeff
away from me! I don't care what it takes to keep him, I'll do it!"
"Do tell! What if there's nothing you can do?"
"You really think you're irresistible don't you. You're nothing but a slimy, nasty kid!"
"Hmph! Jeffy doesn't think so." Cecily stretched, twitching her shoulders to jiggle her
magnificent tits. "He seems to think I'm old enough."
"For shacking. That doesn't mean he's sold on you as a wife."
"I don't think that crosses his mind," Cecily replied softly. "I think a man's more
interested in the fun a woman'll give him than how she keeps house. He can hire a
housekeeper any time."
"Baby sister, I don't suppose it would make any difference to you if I said this is the last
time I'm going to warn you?"
Cecily laughed and flung her knees apart. "That much difference, Wendy. Hot air!"
Wendy stared at Cecily's wet cunt, shrunken and wrinkled now that the heat had been
exhausted, and sniffed her disgust. She turned to leave. "Too bad," she remarked in a
casual tone.
"Everyone knows I'm here!" Cecily's voice rose. "You hear me? If anything happens to
me, they'll know who did it! WENDY!"
Wendy slammed the door behind her and went down the steps.


Chapter 6

Jeff and Wendy reached the Gonzales' place shortly before two the next afternoon. Pam
greeted them with apologies.
"I'm terribly sorry! I just couldn't do anything!"
"What's wrong?" asked Wendy.
"Well, it's not fair! It was just supposed to be you two and us, but Bill and Jan are here
so are Chuck and Jenny Mason! Oh, I could cry!"
Wendy tried to look disappointed and then resigned. "Well, we can make it another
time. We got along for a year without... trading."
Pam nodded and smiled. "I know, but Manuel's furious. He's got an awful appetite for
you!"
Wendy laughed shakily. "What a thing to say!"
"Hell, even the conversation's picked up since we decided to swap!" commented Jeff. He
grabbed Wendy's hand and squeezed, and they followed Pam around to the patio.
"I still think it's a shame to wall this in when you'd have such a great view of the
beach," Wendy told Pam.
The frail, freckled woman shrugged. "There's more pairs of eyes out there than in here.
We'd rather do without the view than have people watching every move we make."
The Lockhursts and Masons shouted with laughter when Jeff complained about their
presence. They'd leave as soon as they were sure everything was properly under way,
they insisted. After all, this was a sort of honeymoon situation, and no one ever let a
honeymoon get started without proper encouragement. Wendy shuddered. The extra
guests were not to provide a reprieve, then. Conversation swelled, charged heavily with
references to sex that Wendy would have been indignant over if she'd heard them a
week earlier. As it was, she steeled herself to accept them and replied in the same vein.
Jan waved for silence. "What we really came over for was to try out a game. Jenny
thought it up, and we just couldn't wait for another big party." She looked about
brightly. "One of us girls is going to be it. Any volunteers?"
With an expression of disappointment at the lack of response, Jan plucked four blades
of grass. "We'll draw for it, then. Short straw's it."
Wendy drew the short blade. Jan eyed her and
Wendy knew the tall woman could see what kind of costume she'd worn. She and Pam
had agreed to avoid the wear and tear heavy petting would cause to dainty under
things. Pam's shorts and halter were supposed to be her only clothing and Wendy had
decided on a miniskirt and a bare-midriff blouse that tied between her tits.
"You'll do," said Jan enthusiastically. "You ready?"
"For what?" Wendy felt a knot of fear in her belly.
"Yeah, what?" Jeff echoed Wendy's query. "How do I know we want to play this damn
game?"
"You'll want to!" Bill said with a leer toward Wendy. "Wendy might hang back, but
you'll want to. Tell us all about it, Jan."
Jan nodded. "It's 'How excited can you get before you holler quits?' How much
monkeying around can you take? It's sort of scary and... and fun!"
"I don't know," murmured Wendy. "I don't see..."
"It's being tied so you can't stop anything anyone wants to do. And someone plays with
you... gets you as excited as he can."
Wendy shuddered. "Good God! Not me!"
"Holy horseshit!" exclaimed Jeff in a tone of awe. "Nothing that would hurt, of course."
"Heavens, no!" Jan shook her head emphatically. "No hurting!"
Jeff turned to Wendy and squeezed her hand. "Go ahead, baby! Give it a try!"
"Jeff!" Wendy felt as if she were choking. "You really want me to?"
"Just for me? Please?"
She whispered. "All right. Do I get undressed first?"
"It's up to you," Jan grinned. "It's kind of fun to have the guys undress you after you're
all tied up, but it's terribly embarrassing the first time, too."
Wendy rose to her feet. "I think I'll get undressed first." But she hesitated. At last she
admitted it. "I can't! I just can't stand here and take off my clothes! We'll have to do it
the other way!"
Jan smiled sympathetically. "I feel the same way. I wonder how long it'll take to get
over feeling shy?" She led Wendy to a lounge that was protected from the sun by the
patio roof. "Just lie down on it, honey."
Wendy lay on the lounge and waited. Bill joined Jan and they tied her wrists to the
corners of the lounge.
"It's a wrap-around skirt," remarked Jan. "It can wait." She and Bill worked together,
raising Wendy's legs and tying lines from her ankles to the overhead structure of the
patio cover so her thighs were widespread. Wendy groaned at the lewd picture she must
present with her skirt crumpled on her belly and her cunt yawning in the open.
The other men approached the lounge and stared at her, their eyes hungry. Bill stroked
Wendy's taut thighs and she jerked involuntarily. He unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it
free, tossing it to Jan. Quickly, Chuck Mason unfastened her blouse and opened it to
uncover her tits. He pulled it clear of her head and along her arms.
"Oh, my!" Wendy gasped. "Please! I changed my mind!"
Jeff kissed her. "Hang on, baby. You're okay."
He caressed her tits.
Chuck ran his hands lightly over her upper arms and fingered her armpits. Jeff was
using both hands to massage her left tit and Chuck began to play with the right. She
felt hands on her belly and her thighs, and she raised her head to discover who was
there. The hands that caressed her belly were Bill's, and he grinned wolfishly when he
saw her looking.
"Nice little belly," he observed. "I didn't get a hell of a good look at it the other night."
She shook her head and jerked at the knots.
Manuel's brown hands toyed with her pale thighs, stroking gently along the tapered
inner slopes and stopping barely short of her cunt. The air stirred and she felt a chill on
the moist flesh of her crotch.
Her tits burned and her belly felt as if the flesh were crawling. She sensed her cunt
opening and closing in a slow, greedy yawn, and trembled with fearful excitement.
Manuel fingered her cunt hair and drew his fingertips over the slick surfaces of her slit.
She jerked her legs and felt her ass bounce into the air. He probed, pushing aside the
puffy lips and running his finger around the rim of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm! Ohhh! Manuel!" Wendy tipped her head back and arched her back.
The three women were watching her reactions avidly. They hovered behind the men,
leaning forward with their lips parted and gazing at the busy hands. Wendy sensed
their fascination and knew each must be imagining herself in the same position and
wondering uneasily how soon that would come. She felt something stab into her cunt
and cried out.
"Aghhh! Oh, Manuel!" Her hips lashed.
Manuel thrust his finger in to the knuckle and shoved it back and forth. She rotated her
cunt on the slippery digit and panted fiercely. She struggled to focus her eyes on Jeff.
His eyes gleamed and he licked his lips. She could see no sign of revulsion or jealousy
in his expression.
Her passion mounted. She could no longer distinguish between individual sensations,
except for those in her cunt. Her entire body was aflame with desire and she wished her
hands were free so she could caress the gorgeous cocks that were appearing as one man
after another got rid of his clothes. She screamed once when someone started to rub her
clitoris, and then she could only moan and toss. In the brief moments when her vision
cleared she saw that her men were using their mouths as well as their hands. They
seemed to be kissing and sucking and biting indiscriminately, wherever they could
reach her, and she was convinced there was no part of her flesh they hadn't fondled.
But when hands seized her ass-cheeks and probed into her crack she knew she'd been
wrong. She felt the sudden fiery pressure and fullness of something penetrating her asshole.
"NOOO! OH, YES, YES!" she shrieked.
"Oh shit!" someone exclaimed, his voice shaking. "Oh, shit! There goes my load! Right
on the goddamn floor!"
Someone else laughed. "Forget it, man! Lots more where that came from! You're not
even going soft!"
"Hey!" It sounded like Bill's voice, heavy with excitement. "Everybody dunks!"
Manuel growled, "Just dunks? That's all."
"Just dunks to start with. Come on!"
The hands left her and Wendy groaned with relief. She watched while Manuel raised
her ass and laid the head of his cock in the folds of her cunt. He tilted his cock
downward and leaned on it.
"Ohhh!" She shuddered as the immense black prick sank into her. "Ohhh! Manuel
darling! PUSH!" She bounced her hips.
Manuel leaned against her for a moment. His pubic hair grew around the base of his
cock and down onto his heavy balls. It stabbed viciously into her ass, stiffer and more
wiry than Jeff s or that of either of the men who had fucked her at the Lockhursts!
Wendy felt his balls bumping against her ass and imagined apples would feel similar.
He squeezed her thighs and backed away, his cock slowly pulling free of her winking
cunt. Chuck moved into the place Manuel left.
He grinned at Wendy as he gripped his prick in his hand and aimed it. "You gonna be
the judge?" he asked with a chuckle. "You got the guts to tell us who's got the best
cock?"
"I'll be damned!" Wendy shivered. "Not when I'm this excited! Someone please fuck
me!"
Chuck centered his cockhead and drove it in, jolting her with his heat. She squirmed on
the prick, jerking her legs to gain force. Chuck sighed and withdrew.
"Man, that takes real determination!" he exclaimed. "She's got a squeezebox that won't
quit!"
Bill inserted his prick slowly, millimeters at a time, his thumb gently caressing Wendy's
clitoris throughout the long process. Wild surges of excitement twisted her and she
swung from side to side.
"Bill! BILL!" she pleaded.
"Sorry, puss," he said. "Can't stay." He drew back and Jeff moved into view. "My turn,
baby," murmured Jeff. "Having fun now?"
"Mmmmmm! How about you, honey? Does it excite you to see all this happening to
me?"
"You better believe! Baby, it's a whole new world!" Jeff leaned over Wendy and
slammed his cock down her cunt, his balls slapping her ass.
"UNHHH! Oh, Jeff, JEFF! KEEP IT IN!"
He pumped briefly, then pulled free. Wendy gritted her teeth with frustration.
"Come on, you guys!" she protested. "That's dirty!"
"Hell, that's just passing it around while it's still fresh!" Bill laughed evilly.
Jan objected. "Hey! Just because she's helpless doesn't mean you can get away with
cracks like that! Come on, Bill!"
"Okay. Sorry, Wendy. Lost my head."
Manuel had returned to her legs and was stroking them tenderly with one hand while
the other fondled Wendy's cunt.
Bill was talking again. "Hey, you guys! Long as Manuel's busy, let's warm Pam up!"
Wendy saw Manuel's head jerk and realized he was glancing questioningly at his wife.
Pam smiled eagerly and nodded, and Manuel's teeth flashed in a brilliant grin. Through
her growing excitement Wendy watched the men tie the dainty, clear-skinned beauty.
They left her standing, extending her arms toward the patio roof and securing them
there, then slowly caressing her twisting body. Jeff unzipped the helpless girl's shorts
and let them settle away from her hips under the stress of her contortions. When they
lay crumpled about her ankles, he untied her halter and bared her tits.
Pam sagged when they pulled her feet apart and fastened them. She looked even more
vulnerable spread-eagled in her standing position than Wendy did on her back.
Jeff stood behind Pam, his cock pressed against the small of her back while his hands
caressed her cunt. Bill straddled one of Pam's legs, his prick jammed into her side, one
hand on her ass while the other kneaded her boob, and Chuck duplicated Bill's activity
at her other side. Pam tossed her head and ground her hips in circles, rising to the balls
of her feet and then sagging to let her wrists take her weight.
Wendy lost interest in the black-haired woman as her own cock-hunger soared. Her
cunt was aflame with sensation and her body twisted and leaped. Manuel's fingers
steadied her rump and his thumb was buried to the hilt in her ass. The fingers of his
other hand groped in her cunt while that thumb massaged her throbbing clitoris.
"MANUEL! GOD, MANUEL, I THINK I'M GOING TO COME!"
Manuel straddled the lounge and held his cock so the head was poised over Wendy's
gaping cunt. She stared fearfully at the gigantic knob. "Oh, Manuel!" she said, her voice
quavering. "Am I big enough for it?"
"You'll stretch easy," he assured her. "No sweat, baby."
He rested the head on her gaping cuntal rim and pressed. Wendy drew a great breath
and grunted, thrusting against the hot bulb. She felt her tissues engulf it and Manuel
surged forward, stroking his cock its full length in one smooth drive.
"Ohhh! Oh, my!"
Manuel's flesh was hot and firm. Wendy felt a strange sense of security in the way his
massive muscles cradled her hips. She squirmed sensuously to explore the feeling,
acutely conscious of his cock levering at the mouth of her cunt. His balls pressed
against the open crack of her ass, the stiff hairs on the bag digging into her tender skin.
His hard belly and broad chest glistened as if he were oiled, black in the shadows and a
rich brown where highlights flashed.
He rested his hands on her thighs, and his fingers squeezed gently, finding nerves that
shot thrills deep into her. She peered between her tits at the bulge in her belly.
Manuel's hands worked down toward her cunt, rubbing her taut thighs and squeezing
the firm flesh. Wendy was entranced by' the contrast and the way her flesh leaped at his
touch. His belly jerked with the snapping thrusts of his hips and she felt his cockhead
churning her gut. Hot, buzzing excitement filled her head.
Wendy's body writhed with pleasure until it wasn't important to see what he was doing.
She rested her head on the cushion and moaned happily.
Manuel slipped his arms between Wendy's extended thighs and leaned over her, forcing
her knees further apart, and cupped his hands over her tits. He squeezed her full globes
while his cock continued to jab, and she felt a great tension gathering in her spine. Her
back arched and she bucked on Manuel's cock, crooning meaningless syllables and
rocking her head.
"Manuel?"
"Yeah, Wendy?"
"Oh, Manuel! Does it feel good to you."
"Baby, it feels great. The truth is, your cunt feels just about like Pam's. The really great
part of it is that it's you and that you aren't going to interfere. The way you're spread
out for me just about blows my mind!"
She tossed, her ass scrubbing itself on his bristles and her cunt gulping at his cock. "I'm
almost there, darling..." she gasped, and tightened her belly.
Manuel surged against her, crushing her cunt flesh and stretching her legs. She cried
out and ground herself on his cock.
"OH, YES! AHHHH! MMMM-MMMM!"
Heat welled in Wendy's belly as Manuel convulsively tightened his grip on her tits and
stopped pumping. Her cunt snapped around his cock and she felt contractions
sweeping inward to milk him. Tremors shook her as she closed her eyes and gritted her
teeth.
At last it ended. Wendy sagged again into the cradle of his thighs, her chest heaving
and her throat aching from the sudden release of tension.
"Whew!" Wendy shook her head and opened her eyes to gaze into the dark face that
hovered over her. "Whew! I thought I'd fly apart! Manuel, you filled me like a balloon!"
"Baby, you really put out! I'm sure glad we started this swap business!"
Pam's cries broke through the conversation and Wendy turned to gaze at the nearby
scene. The slight girl's body lashed backward and forward, her belly thrusting out and
then her ass snapping back. She hung by her wrists most of the time, twisting with her
feet in the air and her knees jerking.
"Even with what's happening to Pam?" asked Wendy, a new knot forming in her belly.
"Shit, yes! Look at her face! She's really with it!
She'd scream bloody murder if they quit right now."
Jeff was crouched behind Pam, her shining black hair floating about his head and
shoulders, his hands clutching at her writhing belly and his cock angled upward against
the center of her cunt. His knees flexed rhythmically and as Wendy watched
breathlessly his dick slowly vanished into the soft mounds of pink flesh. He pulled back
on Pam, tugging her ass to him as if she were a bow, and her legs straightened,
straining against the ankle ropes. Her tits leaped with her contortions and she swung
her head from side to side. She yelled continuously.
"HARD! PUSH HARDER! OHHHHH! YES, YES! JAM IT UP! JEFF, JEFF, JEFF!"
Bill and Chuck knelt astride her legs and massaged her thighs brutally. Her hips
pounded and her shoulders wrenched in circles as Jeff battered his cock in her. Wendy
saw that Jan and Jenny had thrown aside their clothes and now clung together, their
eyes wide and fixed unblinking on the violent scene while their bodies ground against
each other.
Manuel braced his hands against Wendy's thighs and pushed himself away, his cock
hanging up momentarily at the mouth of her cunt, then jerking free.
"Manuel! No!" she protested.
"Hey, I've got to see better! Sorry! baby!"
Wendy's breath came harder as she watched Pam's frenzy mount toward its climax.
Chuck staggered away from the frantic girl and came to Wendy. His cock jerked
wickedly, dripping from the slit and tinted an angry purple. He licked his lips as he
approached. "Hey, how come you're all alone?" he asked thickly.
"Manuel had to get a closer look at what they were doing to his wife."
"Aw, too bad!" Chuck touched Wendy's belly and then felt her cunt. "Shit, you're still
hot, the way you jerked!"
"MMH! My God, Chuck! That felt like an electric shock!"
He untied her ankles and rolled her over, her arms crossed and her swollen tits
throbbing against the cushion. He jerked at her legs, pulling her knees forward until
she straddled the lounge with her ass in the air and obscenely thrust back, then tied her
ankles together under the lounge.
"For God's sake, Chuck! What are you going to do?"
"Fuck you, of course! Man, are you wide open now!"
"You're mean! Oooh, I can't move! I'm going to get cramps in my legs!"
Chuck grinned and grabbed her cunt, his fingers roughly massaging the pulpy flesh and
jabbing repeatedly into her channel. Wendy's legs jerked convulsively and she felt her
ass bobbing.
Chuck laughed happily. "You're moving all you have to, love." He knelt behind her on
the lounge and worked his knees under her aching thighs. She let herself rest on his
hard legs and felt him rise.
His cock pressed unceremoniously into her cunt and he jabbed at her. She groaned
with pleasure. The indignity of her position simply heightened the effect of every
action, she decided.
Chuck pulled back and repositioned his cock at her ass-hole.
"Chuck... CHUCK! Are you going to do that."
"Up your ass, baby!" His voice shook with emotion. "Know what? I've never gotten my
dick up anyone's ass, and I'm going to find out how it feels!"
She squirmed. "Chuck..."
"Huh? Don't try to talk me out of it, Wendy."
"I won't, Chuck. But go easy, okay? Go slow so I can stretch."
"Oh. Okay."
Wendy felt the pressure mount and her tissues dilate around the slick cockhead. She
clenched her teeth and strained. She bounced her ass back and forth as the turgid cock
buried itself. When Chuck's belly pushed against her ass a wave of red haze floated
before her eyes. Her rider stroked back and forth, his hands gripping her waist and his
breath coming in ragged gasps. Wendy was helpless to control her own movements,
and her ass rose and fell to his lunges. Spasms racked her and she felt herself shaken in
the grip of a new orgasm.
Chuck gave a terrible groan and slammed against her, his hips motionless and his belly
quivering as it strained against her ass. Wendy trembled violently at the flood of
warmth that filled her ass and her orgasm continued to rock her.


Chapter 7

Jeff seemed preoccupied during dinner that night. He ate silently and appeared
insensitive to Cecily's patter. The girl showed signs of irritation at his continued lack of
attention and turned petulantly to Wendy.
"Where'd you two go this afternoon, anyway?"
Wendy smiled at her sister. "You remember Manuel and Pam Gonzales?"
Cecily wrinkled her nose. "Ugh! The little Irish girl who married that Mexican nigger!"
Wendy flinched inwardly. "Well, we were at their house."
"No wonder Jeff's depressed! What in the world do you see in them?"
"It all depends." Wendy grinned, thinking of what she'd seen in Pam during the
afternoon. "A lot sometimes." She studied Jeff critically. "I don't think I'd call him
depressed, though. More like thoughtful."
"I can't stand thoughtful men!" her sister sniffed. "And that's not like Jeff. Not that
you'd have noticed," she added spitefully.
Wendy bristled. "Careful," she said softly. "I just might know Jeff better than you
think."
"Tell me about it sometime," Cecily scoffed.
Jeff sighed. "You know, sometimes a guy with two women in the house might as well
turn them both in. For God's sake, why can't you act like strangers?"
"But honey, your sister-in-law hasn't had all the exercise you and I did today. She's
probably all keyed up!" Wendy glanced venomously at her younger sister.
Jeff gazed at the ceiling and smiled reflectively. "Well, that could make a hell of a
difference!"
"I wonder..." Wendy spoke slowly. "I wonder if she'd be interested in that new game
you and I know."
Jeff stared wide-eyed at her, then turned to study his sister-in-law. He shook his head.
"I don't think she'd go for that. Too much excitement."
"What?" Cecily colored. "You two should talk about excitement! Good God!"
Jeff shrugged. "Way I see it, that romp in the garage took a lot out of you, Cess."
Wendy's sister stared from one to the other, her eyes bright with apprehension. "What's
that got to do with it?"
"Well, it looked to me like you were more interested in talking about excitement than
doing anything about it."
"Oh! After all! There's a difference between excitement and an orgy!"
Jeff laughed in evident enjoyment of his sister-in-law's discomfort. "I guess there's a lot
of things that are exciting besides orgies, all right. But you can't say it the other way
around. And sneaking off for an extra piece of ass in a garage apartment doesn't get my
vote for drums and trumpets."
"ALL RIGHT!" Cecily's face flamed with anger. "All right, you think I'm a kid because
the idea of community sex hit me cold! That doesn't mean I can't take it!"
"What do you think?" Jeff asked Wendy.
"I don't know. I still think she might learn to play."
"Oh, shit! You make me sick! I'll try anything; I'm not chicken!" Cecily pressed back in
her chair as if she were at bay.
Wendy stood. "Games or no games, the dishes come first."
When the dishes were done, Cecily stalked out of the kitchen. Jeff came into the room
as if he had been waiting for his sister-in-law to leave. He brushed against Wendy and
she leaned back, her face up for a kiss. His lips rested warmly on her and he felt her tit.
She twisted briefly, then remembered her new role and relaxed, enjoying the sharp
tingle that swept over her. Jeff drew back and smiled.
"Everything's ready," he whispered.
"Good! Come on!"
"You think she'll stand still for it?" he asked.
Wendy shrugged. "Let's find out."
They found the girl pouting in the living room. "When do we play?" she asked sullenly.
"No better time than now!" Jeff's voice was light, but it had an undercurrent of
suppressed eagerness. "You sure you want to try?"
"What have I got to lose? It's not dangerous, is it?"
Wendy chuckled. "No. All you risk is some of that precious modesty."
Her sister glared at her. "I'm not the prig!" She got out of the chair. "I don't suppose
we keep our clothes on." Even before Wendy could shake her head in the negative, the
girl began to wriggle out of her sweater.
Wendy and Jeff exchanged glances and started undressing. The three finished and gazed
at each other's nakedness with obvious embarrassment.
Cecily laughed harshly. "Well? Now what?"
Jeff laid a cushion on the piano bench. "Lie on that," he told his sister-in-law.
She stared reluctantly at the cushion, then sat on the edge and lay back. Jeff went to the
piano and got the lengths of rope he'd hidden behind the music rack. Cecily's mouth
opened in an expression of alarm. Wendy bent over her and pinned her wrists, grinning
at her sister.
"What's going on!" demanded Cecily. "WENDY! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO!"
She struggled helplessly.
"Tie you up and let Jeff see how excited he can get you," Wendy purred. It was pleasant
to see her sister's panic.
"NO! NO, DAMN IT!"
"Hell, forget it," said Jeff in a tone of disgust. "She's just a kid. She can't hack it with
adults."
The girl shrieked at him. "YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH! I CAN TAKE
ANYTHING WENDY CAN! GO AHEAD!"
Jeff and Wendy pulled the girl's arms over her head and tied her wrists to the legs of
the bench. Tugging at her until her ass was on the end of the cushion, Jeff ran another
rope from one of her knees to the other under the bench, jerking her thighs apart and
securing them. Cecily panted and stared at her sister's husband.
"God!" she exclaimed. "How awful!"
Wendy caressed her sister's immense tits, fingering the incredible nipples and poking at
the mounded flesh. Cecily writhed furiously.
"Get your hands off me, Wendy! I'm no Lesbian!"
Wendy laughed. "Don't get upset, dear," she murmured. "I always have wondered if
those tits were real." She left her sister and sank into the nearest chair to study the lewd
scene.
She had to admit to herself the young girl's curves were fuller and more sensuous than
Pam's had been. Cecily appeared to be faster-reacting, as well. Her flesh quivered and
twitched already, and she was breathing with shallow, irregular gasps. Jeff bent over his
helpless sister-in-law and ran his hands along her lines. The girl gasped and her body
flinched at his touch. She opened and closed the angle of her thighs continuously, and
her tits surged restlessly. Wendy felt a warm thrill as she watched her husband's lean
frame. He was vibrant with a relaxed enjoyment evident in every move he made. His
hands moved quickly and confidently. The golden flesh under his fingers squirmed
uncontrollably. He played his sister-in-law's body as if it were an instrument, producing
soundless chords of response that made her arch and cry out passionately.
"No fair!" she shrieked. "Fuck me, Jeff! Go ahead and fuck me!"
"Plenty of time, doll," he said lightly. "Wouldn't want to rush things. That would be
worse than gulping vintage wine. Let's enjoy the flavor for a while."
"Mmmmmm! OOOH!" Cecily rolled her head.
Again and again he drew his hand through Cecily's pubic hair, his touch skirting the
wetly gleaming pink tissues of her cunt and making her thighs leap in anticipation.
Cecily moaned softly. "Oh, God! Oh, God! What's happening, Wendy? I've never felt
like this!"
"You've never had to let someone else set the pace," muttered Wendy. She was
surprised at her own voice; it shook with the power of excitement that was mounting in
her. She realized with a sense of shock how much she wanted to be in Cecily's place
and knew her recent experiences had robbed her forever of the ability to suppress her
own cock-hunger. She sprawled in the chair, her attention riveted on Jeff's actions and
only barely aware of her own response. Awash with the heat of her desire, she dangled
a leg over each arm of the chair and mechanically rubbed her fingers in her cunt. Her
other hand plucked at her tits, and she rolled first one nipple and then the other
between her fingers.
A powerful shudder passed over her and Wendy clutched herself fiercely. She cast a
longing glance at her sister's sensuous form and her husband's hard body and slipped
from the room.
In the den, she dialed the Gonzales' telephone number. Pam answered.
"Pam? This is Wendy. Can you and Manuel come over?"
"I guess so," Pam said. "What's up?"
"My sister wanted to break into the swap thing. She's trying out what you and I did
this afternoon, and I thought she'd get a better feel for it with a little more help."
Pam gasped. "Wendy! Your sister? That blonde you introduced us to?"
Wendy laughed briefly. "The snotty one. She thinks she knows it all. We're broadening
her education. Can you hurry?"
"Wait'll I tell Manuel! We'll be there before you even hang up!"
"Oh, yes! Ask Manuel if he's game to do what he did to Jan the other night. I think
Cecily'll really flip over that!"
"I shudder to think what'll happen when he decides to try that on me!" Pam's voice
sounded fearful. "Anyhow, I'll ask him. See you soon!"
Wendy quickly telephoned each of the other couples in the group, and all promised to
come. She smiled contentedly as she returned to the living room.
Jeff glanced up at her and grinned. "Back just in time, babe. It's time to dick this kid."
Cecily nodded as if she were only half conscious. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, fuck me! I
can't wait any longer!" She breathed heavily, then asked, "Is this all? Are you going to
do more after this?"
Jeff grunted. "Why not? You're a strong kid. You ought to be good for hours yet." He
pushed between her thighs and crouched, aligning his cock. He settled it in the central
depression of her cunt and jabbed, sinking it smoothly.
The girl sighed and thrust herself against him. "Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed. "That's
what I wanted!" Her hips undulated.
Jeff pumped steadily with long, hard strokes. Wendy leaned against him and watched,
fascinated by the sight of his thick shaft as it slid in and out of the shiny, pink flesh.
Her sister's pale pubic hair tangled with Jeff's dark thicket to form a transparent curtain
above the plunging cock. Cecily's belly rose and fell, distended by her position, and her
tits surged heavily. She gazed with wide, unblinking eyes at the ceiling, her lips moving
silently.
"Oh, honey," Wendy whispered. "Is she going to pass out?"
He shook his head. "She's starting to grab me with her pussy. She's going to come in a
minute." His hand slid between his wife's thighs and closed on her pulsing cunt. He
squeezed and slid one finger up her pussy.
"Ooooh!" Wendy whispered. "Thank you, love!"
Cecily arched deeply and uttered a hoarse moan. The golden flesh tensed and trembled
as the writhing body went rigid. Cecily's hips moved slowly, rotating and rubbing her
cunt on the base of the cock that speared her.
Wendy laid her hand on her husband's ass, thrilling to the feel of his ass-cheeks'
spasms while he squirted his jism into her sister's cunt.
"Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh...!" Cecily's voice undulated in a low, throbbing wail. She gritted her
teeth suddenly and shook violently, then sagged. "Omigod! Jeff, I never came that hard
before!"
Jeff grunted and dragged his finger lightly over the spent girl's clitoris. She jerked
convulsively.
"NO! Oh, no, Jeff! Not yet! Let me rest for a minute!"
Jeff grinned at Wendy. He pulled his cock loose and stepped back, surveying the quiet
form. Wendy squirmed as she followed, still impaled on his finger and warmed by his
closed hand at her cunt.
"Honey?" she whispered softly.
"Huh?"
"Let's put her in another position while she's still groggy."
"Okay. like what?"
She told him and he released her and began loosening his sister-in-law's knots. Cecily
cooperated, sitting up with help and letting Jeff move her backward on the cushion
while she straddled the bench. He drew her feet together and lashed them, then left her.
She slumped, her chin on her chest and her hands resting on her thighs.
"I'm awfully spread out," she mumbled. "But you'll never get that prick into me in this
position."
"No, but I can get a real handful of cunt, doll." Jeff demonstrated his words.
Cecily caught his wrist and pushed weakly. "Not yet. Please, Jeffy? Oh, please wait."
Jeff chuckled and turned to Wendy. "We'll give her another minute or two. She looks
like the last of the Indians the way she's riding that bench."
Wendy smiled. "She's going to have company in a few minutes," she whispered in his
ear.
His eyebrows shot up. "Huh! What do you mean?"
She told him quickly and he bit his lip, amusement leaping into his eyes.
"You know, Wendy, something's happened to you! You aren't even the same person
any more!" He squeezed her.
"Listen! There's a car!" He grinned. "Go get 'em, baby."
The doorbell rang before Wendy had moved and she realized she hadn't heard the first
car arrive. She saw her sister straighten in wild alarm. Cecily's eyes darted and she bent
over, clawing at her legs and trying to reach the knots that held them.
"JEFF! Get me loose! Don't let anyone in! Good God, Jeff!"
"Easy, for Christ's sake! Don't panic!" Jeff shook his head. "Wendy's going to see who's
there."
"But she's naked!"
"Yeah. She's going to have to be careful."
Wendy went into the entry hall and peeked through the narrow window beside the
door. Seeing Manuel and Pam, she opened the door, and as the Gonzaleses came in,
Bill and Jan came up the steps. Wendy held her finger to her lips. "Shh," she whispered.
"Come on in." She led them into the living room.
Cecily looked over her shoulder and shrieked. "WENDY! WENDY, YOU LOUSY
WHORE! JEFF, LET ME LOOSE!" She clutched at her tits, then dropped one hand to
her cunt. "GODDAMN YOU TWO, GET ME OUT OF THIS! GET THOSE AWFUL
PEOPLE OUT OF HERE!" She thrashed frantically and Jeff leaped forward to steady
the swaying bench.
"Hell, doll, they're all nice people! Watch your language!"
"This is all Wendy's idea! I know it is!" Cecily burst into tears. "Oh, Jeffy, don't let her
do this to me!"
Jeff kissed Cecily lightly. "There, there. It's okay. You're all right!"
She gazed at him through her tears. "You're not going to let me loose, are you."
"No."
"Well, they're not going to see anything!" She threw herself forward onto the bench,
hugging it with her arms.
Jeff motioned to the others and pressed his hand between her shoulders. Bill and
Manuel came quickly to the bench and lashed the struggling girl's wrists to the bench
legs, then stepped back. Wendy smiled, satisfied that her sister's ass was thrust up as
boldly as her own had been during the afternoon. Cecily's position was even better to
Wendy's way of thinking; the lushly rounded ass protruded beyond the end of the
bench, leaving it clear of any kind of obstruction.
"Honey," Wendy said gently to her sister. "You're perfect this way! You look like you're
trying to take a wide-angle picture of us with your cunt!"
Cecily groaned. "Wendy, I hate you! I'll kill you for this! Wait'll Jeff gets over his hot
nuts; he'll realize what a terrible thing you've done! He'll go with me then!"
"Of course, dear. But you wouldn't want to miss the rest of the game."
"FUCK YOU!" her sister screamed at her.
Bill and Manuel gazed at the golden figure with awe. Bill whistled. "She's something of
a picture! Goddamn, Wendy, when she grows up she's going to be damn near as
beautiful as you!"
"Oh, Bill," Wendy said. "Come on now."
Manuel looked up thoughtfully from his contemplation of the angry girl. He ran his
glance slowly over Wendy's body and looked back at her sister. "He may be right," he
said gravely. "She's got a good body. She just might turn out that good."
Wendy held her breath and savored the glow that enveloped her. She drew the men
away from her sister.
"Let's do something different," she suggested. "Let Pam and Jan and me get her warm
for you first. Okay?"
Bill brightened. "Hell yes! That ought to be good for some kicks!"
Manuel grinned and nodded. Pam and Jan giggled and started to undress. When they
had tossed their clothes onto the couch they joined Wendy beside Cecily.
Jan frowned. "From the looks of what's oozing out from under her, she's got a great set
of boobies. We can't have them hidden that way. You men! Give us a hand!"
They lifted Cecily high enough to slip a hard cushion under her belly and another
under her shoulders, permitting her tits to hang in the space between. Jan nodded her
satisfaction. She reached under Cecily and caressed one tit. Her eyebrows rose.
"Good God!" she exclaimed. "Don't ever stand close to the refrigerator door when you
close it, sweetie! Not when you're naked! Bill, feel this nipple!"
Bill felt and whistled. "Whew! I'm going to get one of those in my mouth before the
night's over!" He stared at Cecily's ass and appeared to be fingering the nipple. "We've
got to get her in a different position pretty soon."
"Damn your black souls!" exclaimed Cecily. "What am I? A rag doll or something?"
"Never mind, dear." Wendy caressed her sister's ass. "We'll take care of you."
"Let me alone! If I've got to have hands all over me, at least let the men do it!"
"After a while. We want to be sure you're worth our men's time," Pam laughed gently.
Jan knelt at Cecily's head. "You do have a pretty mouth, sweetie. If we could get rid of
those nasty pout lines it might be as nice as Wendy's." She trapped the girl's head and
kissed her on the mouth.
Cecily bucked wildly, wrenching against Jan's hands and flinging her body from side to
side. Pam awkwardly climbed onto the girl, straddling her back and facing her ass. She
crouched to reach under and fondle Cecily's heavy tits.
Wendy caressed her sister's ass. She stroked the globular ass-cheeks and kneaded them
gently, then slid her fingers along the inner slopes of Cecily's thighs. She rubbed closer
and closer to the gaping cunt, smiling to herself as the lips swelled and darkened,
noting the spasmodic winking of her sister's ass-hole. She fingered the hairless inner
surfaces of her sister's slit and probed toward the rim of her exposed cuntmouth. The
thick juices coated her fingers and made them slip without friction. She thrust one
finger full length into the dark hole.
"Damn you! Oh, damn you!" cried her sister. "Whoever that is, damn you to hell!" But
Cecily's ass bounced and her cunt tightened and loosened rhythmically.
Wendy thrust another finger into Cecily's cunt, stretching the rim and exploring the
inside walls. She caught her sister's clitoris between the fingers of her other hand. She
rolled the elongated lump between them and stroked it, keenly aware of the sudden
new violence of Cecily's movements.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Omigod! Please!" The girl thrashed, her hips thrusting up and her thighs
tightening.
Wendy withdrew her dripping hand and patted the plentiful lubricant into Cecily's ass
hole. She tickled the puckered hole with her fingernail while continuing to massage the
hardening clitoris. Cecily moaned and babbled, her ass in constant motion. Slowly and
gently, Wendy inserted her finger, twisting it back and forth and sliding it in and out.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! What are you doing!" demanded her sister. "I feel like you're
fucking me with the biggest cock I ever felt! Oh, Jesus! Who is it?"
Wendy felt someone at her back and glanced quickly over her shoulder. Manuel
grinned at her and pressed close, his enormous cock trapped against her back.
"Save it for her," she murmured. She smiled at him and puckered her lips.
He kissed her warmly. "This once," he said softly. "I'd a lot rather put it in you,
though."
"I'll be here a long time," she whispered. "Anyhow, darling, she's ready for you."
"In the ass?"
She nodded. "Please?"
Manuel shrugged "If you say so, baby."
She took her hands away from her sister and stepped aside while Manuel moved to rest
his thighs against Cecily's ass. Pam slid off the frantic girl and Jan abandoned her.
Cecily raised her head to look over her back. An expression of horrified recognition
flared in her eyes.


Chapter 8

"WENDY!" Cecily screamed hoarsely. "Wendy, that nigger's going to fuck me! NO!
NO!"
Wendy stiffened with anger. "Shut your filthy mouth!" she flared. "You aren't fit to lick
his cock, you cheap little tramp! He's doing this as a favor to you because of Jeff and
me! Now just shut up and enjoy the biggest cock you'll ever have in you!"
Manuel smiled easily and rubbed his cockhead in the wetness at the blonde girl's pink
cunt. He seemed to tense at the sensation, gripping his shining black shaft in one hand
and stroking the bulbous head along the pale slit and through the crack between
Cecily's ass-cheeks. He was crouched, and his shoulders were hunched as he rubbed.
Manuel centered the nose of his cock on Cecily's ass-hole and began to push. Her ass
cheeks bulged outward and the flesh in her crack depressed. Cecily flung her head up,
her mouth opened widely, and broke into a fit of trembling.
"Ahhh! Oh, no! Omigod, no!"
Her ass opened slowly under the irresistible thrust, and the golden flesh gradually
engulfed the glistening black cockhead.
"Ahhh-ahhh! Ahhh, you low black bastard! You're splitting me from my ass to the top
of my head!" Her arms strained against their bonds and her knees quivered. But as
Manuel's cock bottomed and his belly depressed her ass-cheeks, the quiver and the
strain vanished and Cecily's ass began to squirm with another kind of motion.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" A note of pleasure had crept into her voice with a hint of
rising excitement. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed then. "Oh, dear, I like it!"
Sympathy jarred Wendy. For the first time she identified with her sister. She knew the
horror of discovering pleasure in something she'd thought of as loathsome and utterly
degrading. Even now, the same conflict raged in her passionate delight at the spectacle
of the monstrous black cock distending the pale gold flesh, and self-accusation because
she could enjoy it. She rubbed her cunt and crouched with her tit touching Manuel's
arm.
Manuel smiled vacantly at Wendy and stroked his huge cock in her sister. His hands
clutched the girl's ass and his tongue darted over his lips. Then he stiffened and
rammed his belly against the girl's ass. His ass-cheeks twitched spasmodically and his
balls trembled. Wendy's sister groaned.
"Oooh, that's hot!" Cecily mumbled. "I'm not ready yet! Oh, please let me come!"
Perspiration beaded Manuel's face and he drew back his lips to expose clenched teeth.
He grunted. "She's got it all. She's full of it now." He shuddered and the stiffness left
his body. He let his head hang, resting. Suddenly he frowned and glanced at Wendy.
"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. "She's squeezing so tight I've still got a hard-on!"
Cecily's ass swayed and an expression of discomfort crossed Manuel's face. He braced
himself as she continued to bump against his belly.
"Mmmmmm! Oh, good! I'm going to make it!" Cecily bucked harder and surged
backward. "I'M GOING TO MAKE IT! YOU HEAR?"
Wendy's belly seemed to crawl and she thrust her fingers into her cunt unconsciously.
She ground her pussy in circles on the deep-probing hand and let her breath hiss. She
imagined her sister's seething excitement and the great knot that must have formed
around the buried cockhead. She groaned softly when her sister cried out.
"AGHHH!" Cecily shouted. "AGHHH! YES, YES! Ahhh!" She collapsed slowly, her
body going limp in stages, and Manuel's dick began to slide out.
Manuel wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and Wendy blew out her breath in a
great sigh. As in her fantasies, the climax had passed without bringing her the relief of
orgasm. The difference this time was that she now knew what she'd missed.
Reluctantly, she dragged her hand out of her cunt and straightened.
The doorbell rang while Bill and Jeff were moving Cecily. The girl struggled
halfheartedly, but they dragged her to the archway between the living and dining rooms
and spread-eagled her, making her face the lights of the living room with her arms
extended toward the arch and her legs widely spread and tied. Wendy crossed the room
as the chimes sounded a second time.
"More friends?" Cecily asked sarcastically.
"I think so," replied Wendy. "I don't know why they're so late."
"Damn you, Wendy. Damn you to hell."
The Pattersons and Winklers were together. They apologized for being late without
explaining.
"Nothing wrong, I hope," Wendy said.
Cal gazed at Wendy's nakedness and touched one nipple with a fingertip. "Not that I
can see!"
Wendy flinched and giggled. "That wasn't what I meant, silly!"
"Nothing wrong," Milly assured her in a low tone. "Tell you all about it later."
"Okay. Come on in."
They left the entry hall and paused for a respectful examination of Wendy's sister.
"My God!" exclaimed Dale Patterson. "There's a picture right out of mythology!"
"She's beautiful, isn't she," remarked Wendy softly.
Dale hesitated. "Yes, like a rattlesnake."
"Dale!"
"Well..." His voice was barely audible, and Wendy knew her sister couldn't hear it.
"Her face is hard as nails. Sorry. I know she's your sister. But there it is."
"And here we are," Lola interrupted the interchange. "I'll be damned if I'm going to
stand here in all these clothes when everyone else looks so comfortable! The big woman
glanced down at her jumpsuit with distaste. "Anyone want to unzip it for me?" She
looked past her husband at Cal Winkler.
Cal smiled, his lopsided jaw and battered nose giving the expression an air of evil
intent. "Hell yes, I will! Big broad like you gives me something to put out for!" He
reached for Lola, his gesture sure and quick – a startling contrast to his ungainly bulk.
Millie swayed sinuously past him, her lithe body brushing his arm, and touched Dale.
"I guess I'm not a mouthful for Cal," she said huskily. "Got time to undress me before
you sample that wild stuff in the arch?"
Dale bent his head. "Well... Yeah, I've got time." He gazed at her with his cadaverous
features pulled into a solemnity that was highly exaggerated. "Old Ichabod Crane
doesn't have China dolls asking for that kind of help very often."
Millie giggled at his mournful pronouncement and placed her hands at her back.
"Please."
Dale studied Millie's dress for a moment, then brightened. "Oh! I see!" He flicked
catches at the waist, between her tits and an inch below her crotch and the dress fell
open.
Millie shrugged out of it. "See? That wasn't hard."
Dale shook his head. "No, but I've got something that is, now! Goddamn, do you have
to wear those tits and that little snatch so close to the surface? You don't give a guy
time to get prepared!"
"You ought to be prepared," she retorted. "My bra and pants are in your pocket."
"Like hell! I gave them to Cal!"
"And he gave you Lola's?"
Dale shook his head and gestured toward his wife. "I think she's got her own."
Cal grinned at the exchange and ran Lola's zipper-pull from her throat to her crotch.
"Behold!"
The jumpsuit opened to reveal an overstressed bra and tight briefs. Millie stared. "Now
when the hell did you get those back on?" she demanded.
Lola smiled. "While you were busy."
Millie looked startled, then quickly touched her lips with her finger. "Oh," she said
simply.
Lola dropped the jumpsuit and stepped out of it, then rested her hand on Cal's
shoulder while his thick hands removed her bra and slid her briefs off. "Now!" Lola said
triumphantly. "Isn't that your sister, Wendy? I thought I heard Dale say so, and he
never forgets a woman."
Wendy nodded. "Cecily. Pride and joy."
"Holds a good pose," remarked Lola. "Tired of waiting though, I imagine."
Cal and Dale moved forward and the other men joined them to cluster around the taut
figure. Wendy frowned. Where are the Masons? she wondered. She considered
telephoning them again and decided against it. It seemed-likely that something
unexpected had come up. Besides, it was their loss if they missed Cecily's debut; there
were enough people gathered for Wendy's purposes.
Wendy went past the quiet knot of men and turned on the dining room lights. She
didn't want the action in the archway obscured by poor illumination. Her sister was
being closely pressed by her male admirers. Four of the five had their pricks shoved
against her and she was twisting her hips as if to make the most of the contact. Bill's
cock lay against the left side of her belly, his balls resting on her hipbone, and Jeff
pushed at her on the other side. Cal and Dale jostled each other behind her, each
nestling his balls over one of her ass-cheeks and nudging her waist with his cock. Four
pairs of hands caressed her tits and belly, and Manuel was reaching between Jeff and
Bill to fondle the girl's cunt.
Bill crouched, his cock sliding into Cecily's thigh, and touched her nipple with his
tongue. With an expression of awe on his face, he drew the long bud into his mouth.
He rolled it with his tongue. Cecily squealed with surprise and jerked her hips forward.
Bill's eyes registered bliss as he began to suck. He caressed the girl's side and ran the
fingers of one hand down her thigh. Cecily's face showed the sudden strain of the
excitement his sucking produced.
"God! Oh, God! How many are there?" Wendy's sister panted. "All hands and cocks!
Mmmmmm!"
Dale mumbled to Cal. "Man, one of us is in the way." He backed away from the round
ass and shook his head. As if the outstretched arms engrossed him, he began to stroke
them. His fingers probed delicately at their hollows and into Cecily's armpits while she
frantically yanked at the ropes.
Cal grinned at his friend and drew back, also, fondling Cecily's churning ass-cheeks. He
squeezed them, moving his hands slowly around on the great hemispheres of golden
flesh and kneading with his fingertips. Jeff caressed Cecily's belly, pausing at frequent
intervals to rub a finger in her navel. Her belly writhed under the fondling and her hips
jumped continuously as Manuel explored the swollen flesh of her cunt.
As the men eased away from the spread-eagled girl – except for Bill's sucking –
Wendy's sister grew increasingly violent. Her torso snapped backward and forward
sharply while she twisted her hips from side to side. Her breath hissed and she
alternated between digging her chin into her chest and flinging her head back to let her
hair brush her ass. She moaned happily, aroused to the point where every caress
appeared to add pleasure.
Dale bellied closer to her ass, ignoring a playful growl from Cal, and crouched to house
his cockhead in her crack. Cecily groaned and thrust her ass against the rigid dick, her
ass-cheeks grinding. With an expression of fierce concentration, Dale strained upward,
and the girl uttered an explosive grunt as his cock abruptly disappeared into her asshole.
"UNNNH! Jesus, that's big!" she whispered. "Gooood!"
Bill seemed to sense the change in Cecily's actions. He abandoned her tit and studied
her situation. With a brief grin over her shoulder at Dale, he crouched in front of her.
His knees pressed past Dale's and he lodged his cockhead in her steaming cunt lips. His
thighs quivering, he slid his cock slowly into her until his flaming thatch of pubic hair
hid hers.
Saliva gathered on Cecily's lips and she gave a strangled cry. "Sweet Jesus! My belly's
going to pop! Oh, I'm so full! YEAGHHH! My legs! You're tearing my legs off!"
Manuel untied one of her ankles while Jeff released the other. The two men with buried
cocks straightened, Cecily rising between them.
"Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed. "Mmmmmm! Squash me! Love me!" She wrapped her
legs around Bill, clamping her thighs and kicking his ass with her heels.
The two men bounced Cecily up and down. She rose along the two almost touching
pricks and slid down them repeatedly. Her eyes glazed. She wrenched at one wrist rope
and then the other, her shoulders writhing. Her tits jounced wildly against Bill's chest
while her ass-cheeks scrubbed Dale's belly.
"Ahhh! Oooh! NOW-NOW-NOW! I'm COMMM-INNNG!"
Wendy shuddered, half sick with desire as she watched the bouncing slow and sensed
that her sister was being pumped full of seething cum.
Cecily trembled violently between the two straining men and sagged from her taut
arms. Cecily's legs slipped off Bill's hips and hung limply toward the floor. The
magnificent golden flesh stilled and molded itself to the angular contours of the two
men who supported her.
"Good lord!" whispered Millie. "That's scary!"
Lola nodded solemnly. "Let those two guys make a sandwich of you and you're-likely to
get more coming than you can handle. Glad they picked on a kid. She'll come back
fast!"
Wendy listened to the awed tones and saw the shaken expressions in Jan and Pam's
faces. These women had something to think about, she realized. Each was visualizing
herself in Cecily's position and each was questioning whether she could have come
through the episode without damage. Wendy had reservations about her ability, and she
suspected the others did, too.
The men lowered Cecily and, at Cal's suggestion, laid her on the couch. They brushed
the clothing onto the floor and lashed the quietly moaning girl with her hands together
and her arms stretched beyond her head. Cal straddled her chest, his cock jutting over
her, long and blue-veined and grotesque as its bulb pulsed above her chin. He bent,
laying the heavy prick in the valley between her tits and placing his hands on the outer
slopes of her swollen breasts.
Wendy's sister slowly regained her awareness, and she peered down at Cal's activities.
He pushed her great globes together over his prick, leaving the head and upper shaft in
the open. His hips surged and the imprisoned cock jabbed forward, its gleaming head
sliding onto Cecily's chin. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed softly, her gaze fastened on the slow-moving cockhead. She
wet her lips and her breath quickened. "Oh, no!" she whispered again.
Cal stroked his cock with long, even thrusts, the head jabbing again and again over
Cecily's chin. Her gaze followed it faithfully as she stared with parted lips. As if
hypnotized, she painfully bent her neck and opened her mouth, creating a gaping home
for his cock to enter at the end of each stroke. Her tongue met it and followed it out
each time.
Cal studied Wendy's sister with growing amazement. He thrust forward to house his
cock in her mouth and then left it there, reducing his surges to minute jabs while
Cecily's cheeks sank inward under the vacuum of her sucking. Cal's face reddened and
beads of perspiration popped out on his forehead. Wendy's mouth puckered as she
watched the gnarled shaft surging in the grasp of her sister's greedy mouth, the full lips
clinging so tightly to it that they distended when it withdrew a fraction of an inch and
sank over her teeth when it pressed inward. Cal's balls were barely visible past the full
bulge of the girl's reddening tit and the great nipples swayed back and forth as the
underlying flesh was displaced.
Cecily's hips rolled from side to side. Her shimmering pubic hair quivered, betraying
the agitation of the flesh beneath it. Her belly writhed and her back arched.
It was clear that Cal's climax was seconds away. His composure had evaporated and his
abbreviated strokes had speeded to a frantic pace. He panted hoarsely, his mouth open
and his chest heaving. His knuckles whitened as his fingers kneaded the pulpy masses
of creamy tissue. His cock had darkened and swelled and the veins looked hard and
shiny. He hissed suddenly.
"Watch out, girl! You're about to get a mouthful!"
Cecily's eyes widened momentarily and her suction increased. Cal stopped jabbing,
thrusting forward with one spasmodic lunge and ramming his cock deeper into her
mouth. The movement drove Cecily's head back and she gulped. His cock twitched
with an abrupt enlargement, shrank, and then enlarged again. Its action graphically
suggested the eruption of his jism through its passage and Cecily's sudden convulsive
swallowing completed the picture. Wendy swallowed unconsciously, recalling the taste
of the hot fluid she'd sucked from Jeff's cock. She saw a white drop appear at the corner
of her sister's mouth and realized the flood of cum had overtaxed Cecily's ability to
swallow it. But that one drop was all that escaped.
Cal's tremors ceased and his thighs began to relax. Tiny wrinkles appeared, ringing his
cock, and the shaft softened and shriveled. Cecily sucked vigorously for another
moment, then released the spent prick and licked her lips. The girl stared into Cal's
face.
"You didn't have to tie me up for that," she murmured quietly. "I learned to do that a
long time ago."
Cal grinned weakly. "It didn't feel amateurish."


Chapter 9

They untied Cecily and she lounged at the end of the couch, her back against the arm
and her legs extended along the cushion, ankles crossed. The center of the show,
thought Wendy. She'll do anything once she realizes she's in the limelight. But Wendy
knew she was being unfair to her sister. The girl had plunged into the evening's
performance against her will, and in the face of a twisted code that condoned illicit sex
with her older sister's husband while condemning group sex or public display. She had
found herself thrust into a repugnant situation and had adapted to it.
The men continued to cluster about the resting girl and Wendy saw that they hadn't
lost interest. From time to time one of them leaned forward to caress Cecily intimately,
and Wendy's sister had recovered her self-assurance sufficiently to enjoy the
stimulation. Millie touched Wendy's hand.
"I was going to tell you why we were late," she murmured. "Maybe this is a good time."
Wendy's spirits rose. She was ready for any diversion from the scene at the couch. She
followed Millie to the far corner of the room and Millie beckoned to the rest of the
women.
"Lola knows," Millie said. "But Jan and Pam will flip, and I need Lola's moral support."
Intrigued, Wendy waited impatiently for everyone to get settled. "Come on!" she urged.
"Don't keep us in suspense!"
Millie nodded. "Lola called on the phone right after you did," she said. "She and Dale
thought the four of us could come over together. So we waited for them. Well, before
they got there, Chuck and Jenny Mason came by. They wanted us to make a detour on
the way here." She stopped, and Wendy got the feeling the slender beauty was unsure
how to continue.
Lola interrupted. "They stayed there until Dale and I came in. Chuck was acting all
mysterious and Jenny looked like she was having hot flashes. They weren't about to tell
us what was up, but they were real eager for us to follow them. It wouldn't take long,
they said, and we could come on over here as soon as we'd seen what they wanted to
show us."
Millie nodded. "Cal remembered your sister, and he was all for getting over here right
away. Didn't want to waste any time finding out just how real that kid's boobs were, I
guess. Anyhow, he finally gave in and we followed the Masons. They wound up at a
kennel just outside of town. The damn dogs were raising hell when we got out of the
cars, and someone came out of the house to see what was going on." She shivered. "It
was kind of scary. The place was real isolated and there were trees and great big hedges
shutting it off from everything around. Those damn dogs sounded like big ones, and I
didn't know if they were loose or not. Even Chuck and Jenny acted nervous –
especially Jenny." Millie smiled abruptly and glanced at Lola.
The doorbell startled them. Wendy jumped up. "I'll bet that's Chuck and Jenny now!"
She hurried to the door.
She peeked through a crack in the curtain and saw she was right. When she opened the
door, the Masons came in sheepish and flustered.
Chuck mumbled an apology. "But I suppose the others told you the whole bit," he
added.
Wendy shook her head and closed the door. "Millie and Lola were just starting to. It's
been too hectic until now."
Chuck grinned, eyeing Wendy's body. "Don't know why they're wasting the time
now!" he exclaimed. "But you've got to hear about it."
"Well, come on into the living room. I'm too curious to wait any longer." Wendy
turned to Jenny. "How come you're so quiet? You look like you're still out there
somewhere."
Jenny sighed. "Am I! Come on, Chuck, let's hear how Millie and Lola are telling it."
Wendy led them through the living room to the other women. Chuck's eyes lighted up
as he caught a glimpse of golden female past the muscular male backs at the couch, but
he followed Wendy. He and Jenny took time to undress, then joined the others on the
floor.
"How far did you get?" Chuck asked Millie and Lola.
Lola replied, "Millie had just gotten us into the front yard at the kennel. She was saying
how scary it was."
"I don't mind saying I was about ready to crawl back into the car," said Millie. "But this
guy came out of the house and seemed to know Chuck. He said not to sweat the
animals. They were just nosy about who was there, according to him. And he knew
Chuck – called him by name." She paused. "I think you ought to take it from there,
Chuck."
"Okay. I guess so. Well, I did know this guy. I've known him for years. Used to work
with him before he and his wife got that kennel to where it was paying off enough for
him to go at it full time. Hadn't seen him for a couple of years, though. And then one
of the other guys at work made some crack about the kind of sales the kennel was
making – about these broads from Hollywood buying Jake's animals for a couple of
grand. Hell, after he'd hinted around for a while, I tumbled to the idea these dogs were
trained for sex."
Wendy gasped and glanced at Millie and Lola. "Trained for sex!"
Chuck laughed shakily. "Right. Well, that just intrigued the hell out of me. I had to
find out whether old Jake was really onto something like that and how it worked if he
was. So I gave him a phone call."
"Just like that?" Jan sounded skeptical.
"Why not? Told him I was looking around for a dog and remembered he was in the
business. He asked what kind of dog and I sort of hedged. I wouldn't get specific,
except I wanted it to be big and not vicious – and it had to be a male. I guess that
sounded right to him, because he quit hemming and hawing and said why didn't we get
together so he could get a better idea what I needed. Said he raised specialty animals,
but he might know where I could get what I was after. We had lunch... table way back
in the corner of a little place off Broadway. It took a lot of sparring, and I had to do
some damn embarrassing hinting about wanting something I didn't really figure I
wanted, but Jake finally made a halfway admission he did raise sex dogs. Fact is, after
he admitted that, I came right out and said Jenny and I were in a new swap club and
thought a dog like that would be an asset. Man, did he thaw!"
Wendy shivered. She had difficulty believing what Chuck was telling them, and she
couldn't face the implications of the powerful tingle in her belly.
Chuck continued. "I wanted to see his setup right then. I wasn't satisfied just to take his
word for how good the dogs were, and I wanted to know something about how he
trained them. He got a laugh out of that. Turned out his wife does most of the training.
Anyhow, he said he'd give me a buzz the first time things looked right for me to come
out, and he even agreed I could bring anyone else from the club I wanted to. And you
hadn't any more than hung up tonight when he called."
"So what happened then?" Wendy asked.
Millie laughed uneasily. "This man Jake came out. He was still trying to convince us the
dogs weren't going to attack when this cute, sexy little thing joined us. She was wearing
Levi's and a boy's shirt, but she was stacked something fierce! And then we all went
back to the kennels."
"First time I ever saw kennels like that," said Lola. "Regular runs all right, and a
building for whatever a kennel needs a building for, but the runs were sort of built in a
square around an open center. And there were a couple of low tables – a little better
than knee high, maybe – in the middle of that open space. And rings in the ground all
around." She chuckled. "You've got to remember, we still didn't know what was going
on. It just looked weird to us."
"That's right!" said Millie with feeling. "Here's about ten or twelve dogs – great big
German shepherds – two of them mature brutes and the rest maybe eight months to a
year and a half old. They weren't barking any more, but the two old ones were pacing
back and forth along the front of their runs and the younger ones were practically
climbing the wire. And the guy – Jake – said something real funny. 'Lee does most of
the training.' He'd introduced the cute broad as his wife, Lee. 'Lee does the training,
but she's put the dogs through their exercises today and I've got her rationed.'" Millie
wrinkled her nose. "Chuck seemed to understand. He told Jake, 'Well, you told me
you'd show us how you trained them, and here we are.' Jake grinned at him and said
something to the effect Chuck had plenty of models for a demonstration, and Lee
would do all the instructing that was needed. And Chuck looked kind of worried and
acted as if he wanted Jenny to get him out of whatever mess he was in."
Chuck shook his head. "The son of a bitch had me," he said. "I figured he was going to
have his wife put on a training session for us, and here he was telling me one of our
women was going to have to do it. I guess he began to drift. He says, 'Look, man, take
it a step at a time. First thing you want to know is, are they any good. Right?' And I
had to admit he was right. 'So let's try one,' he says."
Jenny squirmed. "All of a sudden, I was it." She was blushing. "I knew what the dogs
were supposed to be and neither the Winklers nor the Pattersons were supposed to,
although I knew they'd guessed by then. Anyhow, it was up to me unless I wanted to
make Chuck look like a jerk. So I whispered 'Okay' to him. The guy's wife saw me and
beckoned to me to go with her. She took me to one of the tables and said to get
undressed. God! I could have sunk right into the ground! Anyhow, I turned away from
everybody and got my clothes off and then she told me to lie down on the table. 'You
want your bottom right at the edge,' she says. Well, that was too much. I sat down on
the edge of the table, but I wasn't about to lie down. I just sat there with my legs
crossed, hugging my boobs. Lee kind of laughed at me and went to the pen where one
of the older dogs was pacing. She opened his gate and he came over to me."
Wendy was tense. She leaned forward and held her breath, visualizing the scene.
Jenny continued. "Oh, yes. Jake had turned on a set of floodlights; the damn place was
lighted up like it was noon! Anyhow, that dog was a gentleman. He just kind of
nuzzled me and sniffed at my face as if he wanted attention. And those great big brown
eyes just begged for a kind word. So I rubbed his head and talked to him until I felt as
if he were an old friend. Well, Lee was right there beside him, and pretty soon she said,
'Go ahead, ma'am. Lie back and spread your knees a little.' Oh, shit! I felt like I had a
thousand fuzzy caterpillars in my stomach! But I was already naked and the damn dog
was practically standing on my feet and everyone was watching with their tongues
hanging out, so I decided what the hell? At least there was padding on the table. I lay
back and spread my knees – not much, but a little, so everybody had a clear look at my
pussy, I guess. And then I felt that damn dog's head going between my legs." She
shuddered. "I like to rose into the air! I grabbed the sides of the table and closed my
eyes and hung on! And he stuck his nose up against my cunt and started sniffing! You
got any idea how strong a big dog is? I didn't have my knees very far apart, but when
he shoved his head in there I might as well have been a rag doll. He just shoved my
thighs out of the way until I was practically doing the split! And then he started to lick.
Oh, baby Jesus! Did he know what he was doing! I felt like there was a blowtorch
somewhere in my belly, and it wasn't two minutes before I was hot enough to try
anything!"
Chuck reached across and squeezed Jenny's thigh. "She wasn't hiding it, either. She was
squirming all over that table, hanging on for dear life with her hands and scrubbing
every inch of it with her shoulders and her ass! Jake said, 'We don't want to keep Duke
out too long, Lee,' and the woman nods and says, 'Mount, Duke!' The goddamn dog
heaves himself up over Jenny and jabs at her a few times with his dick and all of a
sudden he drives it home! Jenny lets out a grunt like he's punctured her lung and jerks
her legs up and wraps them around him. I don't know how much of it's his pushing
and how much her pulling, but that cocks goes all the way in – even part of his sheath,
and that's bristly as hell! And he starts smacking at her with his hips going like a
jackhammer!" Chuck mopped at his face and continued in a calmer voice. "The brutal
fact is, that animal just fucked the hell out of Jenny! Didn't he, baby?"
Jenny gulped. "He sure did! I thought I'd never stop coming!"
"Jake could see from the looks on their faces Millie and Lola weren't missing any of it."
Chuck's eyes gleamed. "I think maybe he scented three sales instead of one. Anyhow,
he said he guessed they could afford a couple more demonstrations if we thought they'd
be worthwhile. And Dale and Cal were all for it."
Millie blushed again. "Damned lecherous old men! Practically undressed us themselves.
Threw us to the dogs, you might say. I knew how Jenny'd felt. I never felt so lewd in
my life as when I started to lie down on that table! And Lee asked if I'd mind having
one of the younger dogs. She brought out the other mature one to Lola, first – she said
they call the older, experienced dogs 'Judases' – and he started licking Lola's cunt like it
was covered with steak juice or something. The young one she brought me sniffed at
me and licked a couple of times – I had sense enough to give him plenty of room in
there – got my heels up on the edge of the table against my ass and like to tore myself
splitting so wide. But he was eager. A lick or two, and all of a sudden he was on top of
me. It took a little jabbing for him to find the hole, but when he did, he really let me
have it! God, he had a long peter! It wasn't very thick then, but I thought that prick
would never stop going in! Another two inches and I'd have opened my mouth to let it
out! The funny thing was, about the time I felt those awful bristles going into my cunt,
that cock started to swell. It got as big as a basketball in me! And fuck! Omigod,
Wendy! Jan! Pam! That wasn't a prick; it was a piston! He hadn't gotten me very hot
before he poked it in, but I'll bet I came twice before he finally did!"
Chuck sighed. "Let me tell you. That was one of the most inspirational hours I ever
spent! Those bastards only had one thing on their minds, and they made believers out
of six of us! When they could finally get up, Lola and Millie got dressed. Well, I guess
Lola was all dressed before Millie was anywhere near ready to get up. And Cal and Dale
decided they'd better cut out with the two women and get on over here. After they left,
Jake asked if I still wanted to know about the training. I sure as hell did, and I said so
in no uncertain terms. And all of a sudden his wife was begging him to let her
demonstrate." Chuck laughed. "Watching the action got her all fired up, I guess. But
Jake was a regular hard nose; cut her off in short order. 'If he wants to see how it's
done he can watch his wife,' he told her, meaning me. 'You can tell Mrs. Mason what
to do,' he says. And that's the way it was.
"They brought out three of the youngest pups and one of the Judas dogs. And for damn
near two hours, Jenny was getting her cunt licked and her tits nibbled and those sharp
pointed cocks stuck up her. You ought to have her tell you all about that training
routine sometime." He paused and gazed dreamily into the distance. "Well..." He
sighed. "That's about it. Only if we can have a short business meeting before we break
up tonight I'm going to make a motion we all go together and buy one of the pups."
"Pups?" asked Wendy. "Why one of the pups?"
"Those eighteen-month-old's have a fifteen hundred dollar price tag on them-each! We
could get one of the half-grown animals for six hundred."
Wendy cast a startled glance at Millie. "Didn't you say it was one of the younger dogs
the woman brought to you?"
Millie nodded. "One of the youngest."
"What was wrong with him?"
"Nothing." Millie shivered and thrust her fist against her belly. "My God, nothing!"
Chuck held up his hand. "Wait. Jenny went all the way through a training session.
They had three of the pups out there with their chains fastened to rings in the ground.
She had to go to each one of them and let them lick her cunt for a few minutes – just
enough to remind him of the taste and how much she liked it. And then she went back
to the table and the Judas started demonstrating fine points of technique for the kids.
Lee brought out a special rack that bolted to the table. It had stirrups and stuff to make
it easier for the woman to hang on while she was going through excitement peaks that
you'd have to see to believe. That goddamn brute knew more about arousing a woman
than any man I ever met. He worked on Jenny's tits for a while, and he must have done
things I've never done. I swear, I know she came at least once just from that! And he
spent some time on her ass. I'll bet he got that tongue of his five inches inside! And
when Lee told him to mount that time and said, 'llp her ass, Genghis,' damned if he
didn't! He didn't stay there very long. Lee called him off. But those damn pups were
taking it all in! Well, there was a lot more, but I'm not going into it. The point is, the
pups fuck fine. That's natural and they're always ready for that. They even do some
licking, and as they get older they'll do more. But Jake said it takes maybe a year to
eighteen months to produce an animal that does what you want him to when you want
it – and does it perfectly. That's where the extra nine hundred to two thousand goes.
Yeah, he's made sales up to twenty-six hundred. Only a couple, but that kind of dog
comes along once in a while, he says." He paused for breath. "So I figured the group
ought to have one of those pups; we could teach it what we wanted it to know, even if
it wasn't all that refined. And it'd be easier to train than a dog off the street. 
At least the pups have seen a master at work."
"You're thinking of everyone kicking in a hundred?" asked Wendy.
"That's what I had in mind."
"Hmmm." She lay back on the rug and reflected on what Chuck had proposed.


Chapter 10

There was a subdued but somewhat excited exchange about the kennel and Chuck's
suggestion. Neither Jan nor Pam seemed inclined to question the account of the others
as to how much stimulus the dogs afforded, although both seemed convinced that the
men would get more pleasure out of watching than they, themselves would out of
fucking the dogs. But Wendy sensed an undercurrent of skepticism as to the practicality
of spending even six hundred dollars for a single item of erotic equipment – which the
dog would have to be considered – with the limited usefulness they foresaw.
Pam put it concisely. "I saw a couple of catalogues Manuel got somewhere. Six hundred
bucks would buy one hell of a lot of special stuff for sex play. That dog thing would
have to be something else to make it worth that!"
Wendy privately agreed. According to Chuck, Jake had said the pups wouldn't be good
for much besides simple fucking and licking, and he'd also said any dog would do that.
Even Wolf, probably, she thought. And if he wanted to find out how much that would
be worth I'm sure Jeff wouldn't mind any of the other couples borrowing Wolf for a
couple of hours. God! That's one thing I'm not ever going to do! She thought of the
awful things she'd already done in the short space of three days and shuddered. And a
sudden thought knifed through her reverie, terrifying and sharp with the edge of
potential disaster. She sat up abruptly.
"Good God!" she exclaimed. "Don't breathe another word of this when Cecily's
anywhere around! If she even caught a hint of it, she'd go absolutely ape!" She smiled
apologetically. "She's really an awful priss in some ways. Conventional, I mean. She
thinks it's a lot worse to swap than to sneak off and have an affair; swapping's too
public. And unusual kinds of sex horrify her. We tricked her into this thing tonight.
Anyhow, there's no telling what she might do if she got wind of this dog business. She
might even try to report it somewhere!"
There was a moment of stunned silence. Jan covered herself with her hands and glanced
across at Cecily. "My God, Wendy! Why didn't you tell us! What's to keep her from
reporting this after she gets cooled off?"
Wendy shook her head. "I'm not sure. I don't think she's going to go blabbing about
something she's actually taken part in. She's terribly secretive about her own little
escapades. But she wouldn't hesitate to unload on the rest of us if she were in the clear.
She's a bitch, and she doesn't figure she owes any of you a goddamn thing."
"But what about you? You're her sister!" Jan looked upset.
"Sure! And she hates me! Maybe that's the way I feel about her, too. She was 'the
princess' at home. I don't think I ever had anything I liked that she didn't either get
away from me or ruin. And I haven't seen any improvement during this visit."
She scolded herself. She reviewed what she'd just said. If Cecily ever learned about the
episode at the kennel, they'd have to get her under a dog to shut her up. Wendy smiled
at the notion. If swapping and tonight's bondage had shocked her sister, being fucked
by a dog would rock the foundations of the girl's very being. Cecily would probably
consider that more degrading than almost anything else she could do, and knowing it
had happened to her, she'd more than-likely find it impossible ever to criticize anyone
openly.
Mentioning Cecily's negative traits seemed to have cast a pall over the evening. The
group around Wendy dispersed as soon as she got up to get coffee, and she saw the
women mixing with their husbands and gradually diluting the air of intimacy that had
surrounded her sister. Wendy served coffee and realized the impromptu party was over
when her guests began to dress. She felt a sense of relief when everyone was fully
clothed and the gathering had taken on the appearance of another dull social.
Weariness began to seep through her while she and Jeff were seeing their guests off. It
was no surprise to her to discover that her sister had slipped away to her bedroom
rather than participate in the final amenities.
But Wendy's weariness failed to produce sleep after she and Jeff were in bed. Jeff had
made an abortive effort to entice her into a goodnight fuck and gave up without protest
when she was slow in responding. His rhythmic snores floated over her while she was
still restlessly going over what she'd learned and thought during the evening.
Her mind kept returning to the adventure Chuck and Jenny had spearheaded. As
excited as they were about the damn dogs, something was sure to leak out before Cecily
left, even if the girl did fail in her attempt to lure Jeff away with her. The worst part of
that was there was no way to pull her fangs – not with Jake and Lee living in constant
fear of exposure, as they must be.
Wendy's belly tightened as she thought of the possibility of using Wolf. Wolf would do
what any other dog would if he had the chance. And if Cecily could be tricked into the
right situation, she'd find him fucking her like any street bitch. Wendy was certain,
now that the notion had occurred to her, that Cecily must show herself off to the dog
when she felt completely safe from detection. That was totally in keeping with the girl's
sense of erotic satisfaction, and dogs didn't talk. She wouldn't go any further, but
Wendy was satisfied proper surveillance would catch her at that. And if Wolf once got
the idea he could impose himself on a woman – that he could fuck her with impunity
– he might very well misinterpret such a display by Cecily as an invitation. The
onlyingredient lacking was that germ of an idea in his mind.
In the dead of the night, the logic of her notion seemed unassailable to Wendy. Each
step of her analysis felt solidly based and the sequence of events looked inevitable to
her, given the key element. She'd told herself she'd never submit to a dog. But by
submitting to Wolf – by teasing and coaxing him into fucking her – she could assure
his fucking her sister and drive the vicious creature out of her life. And Wendy knew
she'd do anything she had to in order to avoid losing Jeff.
She made her decision without hesitation. Jeff was sleeping soundly and she knew
nothing would rouse him before morning. There could be no better time for a
surreptitious training session with Wolf. She slipped from the bed and pulled on her
robe. Quietly, she stole through the house and across the back yard. Wolf grunted at
her and came to the end of his chain to greet her.
"Shhh," she cautioned him. A thrill of panic surged through her at the thought of
discovery by a prowler or early deliveryman – or anyone else – while she was doing
what she had in mind.
She freed Wolf from his chain and climbed the stairs to the apartment, the burly hound
at her heels. She judged from the sound of his occasional joyful whimper that he was
already enthused over the unique adventure. Wendy felt confident that his enforced
exile from the house had constituted a traumatic experience, and this excursion must be
a heavenly event in his dim consciousness.
At the top of the steps, she opened the door and waved Wolf inside. She followed him
and shot the bolt, then switched the lights on. Wolf planted himself on his haunches in
the middle of the room and gazed into her face, his tail thumping the floor.
She took off her robe and hung it in the corner wardrobe, then caught sight of herself
in the wardrobe mirror that still seemed incongruous to her in the cramped quarters.
Her powder-blue nylon pajamas clung lovingly to her curves. Her nipples stood out
clearly and the shadow of her cunt hair was obvious. Even her navel was sharply
defined. With a tingle of fearful anticipation, she unbuttoned the top and drew it off.
Her nipples puckered instantly, and she suspected it was from apprehension rather than
the cool air. She hung the garment carefully, aware that she was killing time, and forced
herself to face Wolf again before removing her pants. Very slowly, she slid the elastic
waistband away from her waist and onto her hips. The light band of flesh where suntan
hadn't reached rose into view and she pushed the wrinkling material over her cunt hair.
Wolf cocked his head, his tongue lolling from the side of his open mouth, and seemed
to be grinning appreciatively. Her hands trembled as she slid the pants down her thighs
and over her knees, and she teetered momentarily when she stood on one foot and
pulled the other free. In a moment, she held the discarded pants in her hand. She hung
them with the top and ran her hands over herself in a sensuous caress, first cupping
them under her tits and pushing the generous globes upward until she could touch each
nipple with her lips, then sliding her hands over her belly and into the thick, dark hair
that covered her cunt. She slipped her fingers into her crotch and stroked them in her
slit, needles of pleasure shooting inward at the contact. A hot rush of moisture in her
cunt convinced her she had no further excuse for delay, and she turned back to Wolf.
"It's up to you now, Wolf," she said. The sound of her voice in the silent apartment
startled her. "Damn, I'm jumpy!" And then, "How the hell do we do this, Wolf?"
She approached him uncertainly, then spread her thighs widely and held her cunt
inches from his face. He whimpered once, stared at her eyes, then touched the pungent
pussy with his nose. Wendy flinched and held her breath. He sniffed audibly, his nose
touching and withdrawing repeatedly. Her knees shook and the inner slopes of her
thighs quivered. She felt erratic bursts of excitement in her cunt. Curiosity overcame
her and she bent forward to watch the dog. He extended his tongue a fraction of an
inch and dabbed at her pussy. With trembling fingers, she pulled her cunt lips apart to
expose their inner pinkness. Wolf whimpered again and touched the shiny surfaces
with his tongue.
"UNNGH!" Wendy grunted through clenched teeth. "You're getting down to paydirt
now, boy. Good boy!"
Wolf wagged his tail violently at her praise and licked tentatively again.
"Yes, boy, yes! Goood boy! Good Wolf!" She kept her tone a gentle crooning and Wolf's
entire body wriggled with pleasure at her approval.
He lapped with increasing concentration and the sensation of pleasure in Wendy's
cuntal tissues intensified until she thought of it as a tangible thing.
"That's good! That's right, boy! Good boy!"
Her spraddled position and the increasing tendency of her hips to jerk with Wolf's dabs
tired her. She glanced about quickly; it must be time to move to the next phase. She
eyed the small coffee table and the couch. Straightening and backing away from Wolf,
she started toward the couch. To her surprise, the patient hound showed reluctance to
lose the morsel he'd found. His nose prodded hard at her crotch, and when she turned
her back to avoid him, he nudged the cool pad into the crack of her ass.
"Oh!" Wendy exclaimed. "Wolf!" She bent to pick up one of the seat cushions and the
dog's muzzle touched her cunt again. For a moment, Wendy held the position, letting
him lick her from behind. But she realized her excitement was building rapidly and
dropped the cushion on the coffee table. Catching Wolf's head between her hands and
forcibly holding his nose away from her crotch, she seated herself on the edge of the
table. She spread her thighs and released Wolf's head.
He drove his muzzle instantly into the softness of her cunt, his tongue probing into her
slit without hesitation. She crooned to him and rubbed his head lovingly, determined to
convey the idea that he was performing as she wished him to. Her attention produced
the result she expected. He settled to the task of stripping her cunt of its juice, and
showed no concern when she lay back. She was afraid any movement of her hips might
drive Wolf away, but as her lust grew she lost control of them and they began to
undulate. The dog showed no sign of concern and there was no break in the steady
lapping of his tongue.
She twisted and watched his manner closely. She could see his cock emerging from its
bristle-covered sheath, fiery red and easily as thick as Jeff's hard-on. His back began to
hump and his hindquarters to twitch. She groaned involuntarily at a sudden surge of
pleasure and raised her feet, catching her knees with her hands and pulling them far
apart. She could feel the lips of her cunt separate and her cuntmouth gape, and Wolf
immediately started polishing her cuntal rim. She writhed with excitement and felt his
tongue dip inside her cunt.
"Oh, yes, Wolf! Do that! Don't stop!"
But he withdrew his tongue almost at once. She groaned with disappointment and
lowered her legs.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
His back was severely arched and his cock hung nearly to the floor. His rump jerked in
the conventional fucking motion and he uttered short, whimpering grunts.
"Oh, baby!" she exclaimed. "Come on, baby! Up! Mount!" She slapped her belly.
Wolf did nothing and his misery was obvious to her. She caught his collar and tugged
him between her thighs. With great difficulty, she got one of his forepaws on her thigh,
close to her pubic hair, and then the other. She clung to his paws and fell backward,
dragging them to her waist and pushing them apart so they touched the cushion. There
was a moment's indecision, with Wolf pulling back and Wendy fiercely clinging to him,
and then he shuffled his hindpaws closer. She felt a sharp jab at her cunt and knew he'd
made contact with his cock. He stiffened and humped, and she was convinced that he
was starting to understand.
"Come on, baby!" she wheedled. "Good boy! Come on! Fuck!"
The point of the dog's prick continued to jab aimlessly into mounds of her cuntal flesh.
Frustration bit at her and Wendy no longer thought of her action as a training exercise.
Her grip on Wolf's forelegs tightened and she pushed them against her sides. As if the
pressure had awakened some latent instinct, the dog grabbed her waist with his paws
and thrust intentionally with his cock. The slopes of her cunt lips guided his cock
steadily inward toward the mouth as his rump continued to oscillate. She felt pressure
against her rim and threw her legs around the dog's thick back. Locking her ankles, she
jerked him toward her and felt the thrill of his hot cock plunging into her cunt. His
paws dragged her ass against his belly and his prick bottomed at the inner end of her
channel, but Wolf continued to bore. She was acutely aware of the inner stretching as
his great cock lengthened her resilient cuntal channel, but at last the bristles of his
sheath stabbed her cunt. Wendy gulped and held her breath, waiting for her belly to
accustom itself to the impossible penetration.
Wolf displayed no inclination to wait. His rump surged with a savage beat and she felt
herself snapped backward by his lunges and dragged under him by his powerful
forepaws. She groped at his shoulders and buried her fists in folds of his thick hide. Her
thighs scrubbed against the coarse hair of his flanks.
"Ohhh! Oh, Wolf!" she exclaimed softly, her voice shaking. "Oh, God, Wolf! You're
wonderful!"
His face was a mask of mournful glee, and she laughed gently through her passion.
Turning her head, she gazed at the great dog and herself in the wardrobe mirror, the
sight triggering a new burst of excitement. The rich nut-brown sheen of her flesh lay in
soft, tantalizing curves under the bulging muscles of the great beast. His tongue lolled,
brushing her nipple with each surge of her ripe tits. Her ass swelled gently and her
thighs gleamed where they crossed the black and white sleekness of his sides. Her
calves tapered to graceful ankles that locked over his spine and jerked with his
undulations. Her hips rose and fell under his thrusts. Her arms, darker than the rest of
her body, looked delicate as they clung to Wolf's heavy-tendoned shoulders.
An enormous pressure had grown in her, low in her vagina and barely inside the rim of
her cunt. The inhuman cockhead pressed near her diaphragm, churning her organs and
disrupting the rhythm of her breathing. Above every other level of awareness, the
friction in her cuntmouth sustained a high, pulsing plateau of pleasure and desire. The
mounting tension in Wendy's belly leaped abruptly to fill her being, and she knew she
was going to come.
The first orgasmic contraction in her cunt bore on a massive, unyielding bulge in Wolf's
cock, then rushed inward along his shaft to pinch his cockhead. She cried out at its
violence. A succession of contractions followed the first and she sobbed with their
intensity. Throughout her spasms, the dog's steady lunges continued without variation,
and when she fell spent, she was still being swept onto the base of his cock by the
tireless jerks of his forepaws and the head of his cock was still churning the depths of
her cunt.


Chapter 11

Wendy clung to Wolf's shoulders with numbing fingers. Her climax had tapered more
slowly than any of those she'd previously experienced, and she sensed the dog's strong,
undiminished thrusting action had prevented the normal collapse. The feeling of
limpness that had followed the orgasm had been a momentary thing, and Wendy
realized she was still highly excited. Her cunt throbbed with pleasure and was
supersensitive to the bulk of the dog's cock and the force of his short, swift strokes. She
was racked by strong impulses to movement throughout her body, but her ability to
react physically seemed to have faded. Her grip on the loose folds of skin at Wolf's
shoulders was defensive – an effort to minimize the flogging of her body she knew
would come as a result of the way his paws jerked her back and forth. If she should lose
her hold, she sensed, her entire upper torso would flop about and her head and arms
would have no more stability than those of a rag doll.
Even her legs seemed in danger of intolerable flailing under the accelerating motion of
Wolf's hindquarters. She despaired as her ankles slipped apart. Her weakened thighs
trembled violently and loosened and her legs slid off Wolf's sides. Her heels struck his
hind feet and he jerked backward as if she'd startled him. Horror paralyzed her when
she realized his swollen cock was firmly locked inside the rim of her cunt. She felt her
ass dragged off the edge of the table, and the humping dog yelped at the sudden weight
on his cock and danced away from the table.
Wendy's hands opened and her shoulders fell to the floor. She moaned at the terrible
strain on her cunt and rolled, trying to free herself. After a moment of thrashing and
kicking, she found herself hanging face down, her ass hugged tightly to Wolf's belly by
the relentless lock of his prick and her legs limply extended astride his. She pulled her
knees under her to relieve the agonizing force in her crotch and thrust with her arms to
raise her shoulders. Incredibly, she found herself solidly set on her hands and knees, the
ever-present tugging at her cunt forcing her to let the small of her back sag so her pussy
would be rotated back and up.
As her head cleared she felt renewed vigor in Wolf's pumping. His belly rested firmly on
her ass and his paws encircled her waist. They slammed her back and forth, but she
could rock to their direction without losing her balance. Her breath hissed loudly, each
exhalation driven by Wolf's cock-piston. Her hair was a loose, thick veil that blotted out
the room. She existed in a universe of pleasure, delight hammering in her cunt and
swinging from her tits and racing with prickly claws over all of her flesh.
"Wolf! Oh, Wolf! You're magnificent! Good boy... good Wolf..."
He stiffened and reared, hugging her to him and wheezing. His thrusts gave way to
high-speed vibrations that made Wendy's teeth buzz and generated a torch-like heat in
her belly. She dug her toes into the worn rug and pushed, raising her knees and driving
her ass upward against his taut belly.
A new and deeper set of contractions convulsed her and she felt a slow warmth seeping
into the upper region of her belly. Her spasms rocked her, triggered by the unique
vibration of Wolf's cock and charged with a greater intensity of pleasure than she could
remember having experienced. Slowly, her conscious awareness blunted by the strength
of her sensations, she awoke to the fact that his orgasm was continuing far longer than
had any of her previous ones. When she could no longer hold her breath she was still
coming as violently as at the beginning. And when the faded pattern of the rug before
her face writhed and lost its coherence there was still no sign of lessening intensity.
When she'd lost every vestige of thought or awareness other than that of sustained
orgasm, the buzzing in her cunt died away and her convulsions subsided. The heavy
dog stood over her, his legs spread wide and trembling, his body still and his breath
rushing out in sobbing pants. She hung from his cock, limp and numb, her lips
whispering his name. Her consciousness cleared gradually and the sensations in her
body swam into focus. She felt the raw burning wherever Wolf's bristles had scratched
her and the ache where his forepaws had clutched her. His saliva, pooling slowly on her
back before trickling off to the floor, evaporated and created a spot of coldness. And her
pelvic ring and the muscle bands in her cunt, supporting the weight of thighs and torso,
flamed with agony.
"Good agony," she murmured. "Oh, Wolf! Everything about you is good!" she moaned
happily. "No puppy is worth six hundred dollars to what you just did. Not when you
can already do it. Oh, my!"
For a long time, Wolf stood still. He finally backed restlessly around the room, but
when his movements failed to dislodge Wendy from his cock, he flopped awkwardly to
the floor and curled around her entrapped ass until the swelling left his prick
sufficiently for it to slide out of her. He licked her cunt, then heaved himself laboriously
into a more favorable position to clean her, and then his own cock.
Wendy lay with Wolf until she was convinced he'd fully recovered from his exercise.
She clambered wearily to her feet and retrieved her pajamas from the wardrobe. There
was a touch of unreality in the picture of civilized gentility she presented with the
dainty garments in place. She laughed softly and fell to her knees to hug Wolf s massive
head against her tits and kiss the furrows between his eyes. Shaken by her own
emotions and afraid to admit them even to herself, she rose and got her robe on.
"Come on, boy. Time to go. It's going to be daylight before we know it." She turned off
the lights and clung to the doorknob while she waited for her eyes to adapt to the
darkness. When she could distinguish shadows, she and Wolf descended the stairs and
she fastened his chain to his collar. "We won't have to do this much longer," she
whispered. "Not much longer, boy." She kissed the top of his head again and slipped
back into the house and into bed.
She awoke readily when the alarm rang. The fatigue she had expected didn't
materialize, but was replaced by a shocking wave of desire and graphic recollection.
Wendy was doing the breakfast dishes before she remembered she'd given Wolf his
training session with Cecily in mind. The morning was clear and warm and her sister
had vanished within minutes after Jeff left for work. Wendy had noted the girl's sexy
housecoat and mentally remarked on the fact that her sister was on schedule for her
daily sunbath – wherever she went to take it. But she'd been too preoccupied by Jeff's
evident ill humor and her own surface soreness for the fact to mean anything else.
When she connected Wolf and Cecily, she paused, her hands motionless in the sudsy
water, and gazed dreamily through the window. She's out there beyond the first shrubs
somewhere, Wendy told herself. She's in one of those little clearings – most likely the
one just past the corner of the garage, where Wolf can get by dragging his chain. And
she's taking her sunbath, giving Wolf a damn good look because he can't talk – maybe
feeling herself up while he watches, knowing he'll never tell.
Wendy smiled. If Cecily did that inside the radius of Wolf's chain this morning she was
going to get one hell of a surprise! Wendy finished the dishes and did her normal
vacuuming and dusting, resisting the temptation to spy on her sister. Cecily came in
early, looking shaken.
"What's wrong?" asked Wendy.
"That goddamn dog!" The girl's voice had a note of hysteria. "Sometimes I'd swear he
was human – just a dirty old man!"
"What?"
"Like this morning! He stays away from me mostly. He knows I can't stand animals.
Maybe he watches from a distance when I'm out there, but I figured that was an
instinct toward guarding. Not today! The minute I took off my housecoat, he was right
there. He leered! And when I started to lie down on the lounge he... he... oh, God!"
"What did he do?"
Cecily shuddered. "He shoved his head between my legs and started to lick my pussy!
God!"
Wendy detected a hint of pleasure mixed with the apparent anger in her sister's
exclamation. Wendy realized Wolf hadn't gotten to Cecily this time, but it was obvious
he had the idea. And her sister would see to it he got another chance; Wendy was
certain of that.
Cecily went shopping during the middle of the day. "I'll grab lunch downtown," she
told Wendy as she left.
And for the first time in months, Jeff came home for lunch. When he had pushed his
plate away – half untouched – he leaned on his forearms and stared uneasily at
Wendy. "Baby... I don't know just how to say this, baby... Aw, shit!
What I'm trying to say is, everything's off."
"What?" Her heart pounded. "Between us, I mean."
"JEFF!" She caught at her throat with her hand. "NO, JEFF."
"Yes."
She whispered. "Why?"
"Came to me this morning. Been building up for months, I guess, but it finally
crystallized. Something the boss did."
Violent pressure mounted between Wendy's eyes and she held her clenched fists in her
lap. She waited.
"Something he did or said – I don't know. All of a sudden, there it was. Goddamn trap!
Middle-aged shit in a middle-aged outfit at twenty-three! Baby, you know what that
means to a guy? Hit me about eleven. I turned it over in my mind for an hour. The son
of a bitch came by at twelve when I was getting ready to go to lunch. Says, 'Interrupting
your break for lunch, Conn?' Hit me wrong after all that thinking. Shit, I was three
days ahead of schedule. So I said, 'No, I'm taking off. Permanently.' And I walked out
without listening to a goddamn word he had to say." He looked vibrant. "I've been
wanting to do that for the whole last year!" The elation left his eyes. "And I'm doing
the same thing here. I don't know if it's the same, but I'm going on my own. Knock
around and not owe anybody anything."
"Not with Cecily?"
He shrugged. "With Cecily. But not owing her anything or having her owe me."
"It doesn't work that way, Jeff."
He leaped to his feet, his chair crashing to the floor. "Goddamn it, don't tell me how 'it'
works!
That's the whole middle-age syndrome! How it works! I'll make it work any fucking
way I want it to!" He whirled and slammed out of the room. The roar of the Corvette
engine aroused her. She listened to the squeal of spinning tires and the fading drone of
the engine. When it had died away she cleared the table and did the dishes.
"He's leaving me," she said. It was hard to match such simple words to the emotions
they belonged to. "He's leaving me. He'll hate her before he runs out of the clean
underwear he takes with him, but he'll be gone. And it's her fault." She hurled a plate
against the wall and listened dully as it shattered. "It's Cecily's fault. She said she'd take
him, and she's won again." She stared at the china fragments for a long time before
sweeping them up.
Cecily returned at one-thirty. Wendy studied her sister closely and tried to analyze the
tone of her voice. She couldn't tell whether her sister knew of Jeff's decision or not. And
in the end that fact convinced her Cecily didn't.
At two, Cecily came out. of her room and approached Wendy. "I need help," she said
in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What kind?"
"In the apartment. I've got to practice something and I need help."
"I don't know what you'd practice in the apartment."
"Housekeeping." Cecily looked at her haughtily.
"If you've ever done a day's housekeeping, I'll climb the flagpole at Broadway and
Pacific naked at noon. Or if you've got the slightest intention of ever doing any."
"People keep house differently. The way to keep a house is to see that your man gets
what he wants in the house. Jeff liked it when I let him tie me up to make love last
night."
Wendy gasped but said nothing.
"I told you last week I was going to take him with me. That still goes, whether he
knows it or not. But there's something about being tied up I haven't worked out yet."
She squirmed. "I'm going to work it out before I leave with Jeff."
"You're not going to take him," Wendy said mechanically. "But I don't give a damn
what you practice. What haven't you worked out?"
"After I got excited, I didn't mind it. It was fun. But at first. . . ! There's something
about it, Wendy. I know I couldn't let a man do that to me right now. No man!"
"So?"
"So maybe if I just stay tied up for a couple of hours when I'm not excited – just let the
feeling soak in – the hang-up will go away. That's what I want you to do for me."
"Cecily, you're out of your mind! You tell me you're going to take my husband away
from me and then tell me to tie you up! For God's sake, how could I ask for a better
chance to make you have an accident?"
Her younger sister laughed. "You haven't got the guts, honey. You never have let
anything hurt me. You're not going to start now."
Wendy breathed hard, trying to draw a deep lungful of air and finding it impossible.
"Okay. I'll help you."
They went to the apartment and Cecily got rope out of a drawer in the kitchen. She
smiled maliciously.
"I brought this out this morning," she remarked.
She began to undress.
"Naked?" Wendy felt her eyes widen.
"Of course! How else can I get the feeling? Just by sitting around tied to a chair? God
you're stupid, Wendy!"
"I suppose so." Wendy fought desperately to keep her voice flat as she picked up the
ropes. "Am I supposed to hold your hand while you get used to this?"
"No." Cecily's voice quavered. "No, it won't work that way."
"All right. Let's go into the bedroom."
For Wendy, it took more than one trip; Cecily hadn't provided enough lengths of rope
to aphieve the effect Wendy decided on. But when the last knot was tied, Wendy stood
in the curtained doorway and surveyed her sister with satisfaction. Cecily stared back at
her, her eyes wide with suppressed fear and anger. She lay across the bed, her arms
outstretched and bonds securing her wrists to the far side. Her ass was at the edge and
her feet rested on the siderail, her ankles tied with lines that were secured to the bed
springs. A longer piece of rope pulled each raised knee far to the side, spreading her
thighs deeply and creating enough tautness in her crotch to open her slit and expose
her cuntmouth, its rim a delicate salmon tint.
"Goddamn you, Wendy! I might have known you'd do something sneaky! I just wanted
to be spread-eagled on the bed or something."
Wendy shrugged. "You might as well feel obscene while you're at it."
"I can't stay this way! I'll go crazy! It's dirty!"
"That's good. So are you." Wendy left her sister alone. She went out without closing the
outer door and descended the stairs.
Wolf came to meet her and she fondled his head for a long time, then quietly unhooked
his chain from his collar. She led him to the steps.
"Go on," she commanded in a near-whisper. "Up!" She gestured.
Wolf looked into her face, his expression suddenly eager, then padded quickly up and
into the apartment. Wendy followed him silently. He was waiting patiently in the living
room, but when she went to the curtain, he appeared to sense that the bedroom was the
target. He pressed past her and stopped, halfway through the doorway. She watched his
muzzle quiver as he studied the figure on the bed.
Her sister's eyes were closed. Sunlight streamed through the window and painted the
full curves a rich, glowing silver-gold. The smooth cunt lips that had been dry when
Wendy had left moments before now glistened with moisture. The big nipples were
puckered.
Wolf moved forward with cat-like stealth, as if he were stalking the still woman. Wendy
backed away from the curtain, aligning herself so she could see through the crack at the
side without being seen. She saw Wolf's muzzle approach the gaping cunt and heard
him sniff.
Cecily's eyes jerked open and she wrenched at her bonds. "What is it?" the girl asked,
as if she knew no one was there to reply. "Good God, what was that?"
Wolf's damp nose touched her cunt and Cecily's ass leaped into the air.
"Omigod!" she shrieked. Then she moaned quietly. "It doesn't matter. She's back in the
house by now. Oh, what's there?" She twisted until she could see. "WOLF! How did
you get up here?"
Wolf touched her cunt again and kept his muzzle against it. Cecily slammed her head
back to the mattress.
"Oh! You slobbering son of a bitch! Down! Down, damn you!" She jerked her hips to
one side and then the other without disrupting Wolf's tonguing. "She sent you up! I
know she did! Oooh! That feels so good! Why didn't I ever think of it? Mmmmm!" Her
tits leaped. "Filthy, nasty dog! Go away! GO AWAY!"
Wolf drew back and cocked his head. Wendy moved back to the curtain for better
visibility. Her sister's cunt twitched, opening and closing slowly, and her belly quivered.
Wolf's cock showed, its red tip hanging below the level of his balls, and he humped his
back and undulated his rump. A trickle of saliva hung from his tongue.


Chapter 12

Wendy groaned inwardly when Wolf cocked his head on the other side and shuffled
nearer her sister's body. He tensed his hindquarters. Twice, he appeared to start his
mount, rocking back so his forepaws lifted from the floor, then dropping back. The
third time, he reared, his hind paws scuffing forward rapidly until he could lower his
forepaws on Cecily's belly.
The girl swung her head up and stared into his sad face, "GET DOWN! Jesus, you
dumb shit! Get off me with those dirty paws!"
Wolf shifted his weight, carefully setting one paw closer to her side and inching nearer
with his cock. He let his forepaws slide off Cecily's belly to clasp her waist. Wendy
dropped to her hands and knees and crept into the room, stretching on the floor and
positioning herself so she could watch the insertion of Wolf's cock. Her sister's ass
jerked toward the dog's belly and Wendy knew he had tugged at the girl with his paws.
Wendy drove her fist against her crotch to quiet the pulsing of her cunt.
The cock startled Wendy. Its head was long and sharply pointed, without significant
shoulders. But the shaft was as thick as Manuel's had been and nearly as long as her
forearm. Wolf shuffled forward until the bobbing point touched Cecily's crotch.
The helpless girl cried out in a new tone of alarm. "What in God's name are you doing!
Stop hugging me that way! You idiot dog, get out of here!" And then, as the point
began to dance over her gaping cunt lips, edging gradually toward the depression
around the mouth. "NO! OH, NO! JESUS, CECILY, YOU CAN'T LET A DOG DO
IT TO YOU! NOT A DOG! OHHH! Not fucked by a dog..."
The point hit the rim of Cecily's cunt and slid off it and into the narrow opening. It
jabbed inward instantly, plugging the hole tightly. Wolf's exploratory movements
changed character. His rump leaped forward and the entire point vanished, thrusting
Cecily's shiny flesh outward as it slid on the thin layer of fluid she'd exuded. The
darkening pink flesh of her cunt lips resembled the thick, pulpy petals of the magnolia
blossom Wendy's had been compared to, and at this moment the scene was that of a
great tropical flower with a grotesque, meaty stamen protruding from its heart. But the
meaty cylinder was sliding inward jerkily and the petals were palpitating.
"NOOO! GOD NOOOO! AGHHH!" Wendy's sister dropped her voice to a
penetrating, horrified moan. "It can't be! It just can't be! That can't be a dog's cock
going into my cunt!"
The frightening shaft plunged from sight and Wolf's sheath, its stubby hairs bristling
and straight, buried itself in the soft tissues of the girl's cunt. Wolf began to hump,
driving the softly rounded ass before him with each stroke and jerking it back with his
paws. Wendy edged closer, watching the base of the dog's cock swell in the twitching
cunt. She realized quickly that there was a distinct line where the swelling started
behind the line the shaft maintained its earlier size.
Wolf had established the fucking rhythm. Cecily surged back and forth on the bed to
his demand, helpless either to cooperate or resist. She babbled incoherently. As the
pumping continued, her cunt grew darker and filled out. Suddenly her hips started to
move involuntarily, supplementing the motion the dog was imposing.
The girl's mumbling cleared. "Wolf... you son of a bitch... there's nothing else I could
do now as bad as this. I'll hate you and Wendy as long as I live! But I can't help myself;
that thing isn't a cock, it's a fucking machine! UNNNH! It's all good!"
The golden body writhed. Wolf, hunched and undulating, exuded an air of intense
enjoyment.
"Ahhh! Oooo! Good, Wolf! So goddamn good!" Cecily erupted into a frenzy of motion,
twisting and jerking at her bonds. "You big fucker, you! If I could get loose I'd give you
a ride you'd never forget!"
She's over the edge, thought Wendy. She untied Cecily's ankles first, and then her
knees.
Her sister refused to look at Wendy as Wendy rose to her feet. The long, smooth
golden legs clamped on Wolf's sides and the graceful toes hooked against the inner
bulges of his thighs. Cecily snapped her thighs against him in time to his pumping
rhythm. Wendy crawled across the bed and untied her sister's wrists. Cecily grabbed
Wolf's shoulder skin and pulled herself up to him, bracketing his jowls with her tits.
The pale globes jostled the loose-hanging, black flaps while Wolf's enormous ears
flopped against Cecily's magnificent nipples.
Cecily fell back and shifted her grip to Wolf's head. The great dog yielded to her
tugging and thrust his muzzle toward her face. The girl gazed at him with her tawny
eyes wide and her lashes dark against her cheeks. Her full, sensuous lips were parted
eagerly and her nostrils were distended. She made a sudden movement with her head
and sucked the tip of Wolf's tongue into her mouth. For a moment, Wolf showed no
reaction; then he drove his muzzle against the angelic face and worked his jaws.
Wendy saw her sister swallow convulsively and begin sucking. The action seemed
different to Wendy from that she'd experienced with Wolf. The resilience of the bed
magnified motion. Her sister bounced as the dog hammered her. Cecily's grip with her
legs appeared to result in greater rubbing on the inner slopes of her thighs, while her
toes continually curled to touch the laboring hound's balls. And Cecily twisted and
tugged at Wolf's head as she gulped on his tongue.
The thrashing continued until it seemed interminable to Wendy. Her own cunt burned
with desire and excitement made her pant as violently as either the dog or her sister.
She alternately rubbed her cunt through her panties, jerking her skirt above her hips
and out of the way. As the activity maintained its savage pace, she thrust one hand
inside her blouse and bra to manipulate an aching tit. Wendy jammed her other hand
inside the waistband of her panties, shoving them beyond her pubic hair in front and
worked all four fingers into her cunt while her thumb gouged at her inflamed clitoris. A
wave of heat surged over her and she flung her head back to enjoy the spasms of
orgasm. Her hips ground back and forth as the contractions ran themselves out, and
then she sagged to the edge of the bed.
Long after her first orgasm she kept her fingers in her cunt and her other hand on her
tit. Cecily cried out hoarsely and Wolf vibrated instead of humping. With a groggy kind
of curiosity, Wendy timed the length of Wolf's climax. Seven minutes after his humping
stopped, his body lost its rigidity. During that interval Cecily glared at the ceiling with
bulging eyes. Her body was stiff and her flesh trembled under the violence of her
orgasm. And for seconds after Wolf's climax ended, his ashen-haired human mate
continued to quiver. At last her orgasm tapered off and she went limp.
Wolf waited patiently for his cock to shrink but finally dragged Cecily off the bed and
through the apartment. Wendy stirred out of her lethargy long enough to close the
outer door, fearful that the tortured hound would attempt to escape down the stairs
with his helpless burden. She then sprawled in the single armchair and waited.
When Cecily did come off the shriveling prick she moaned. "I hope you got what you
wanted, you goddamn bitch," she muttered to Wendy. "I hope it makes you proud to
degrade your trusting sister this way."
Wendy sighed. "You wanted to be ready to keep house," she replied. "Strange as it may
seem, I know more about what it's going to take to keep house for Jeff than you do."
"I'm going to keep house for Jeff. Not for any goddamn dog!"
"You said you wanted to give your man what he wanted. Some men want a chance to
see their women fucking a dog."
Cecily rolled restlessly on the floor. "Maybe that's lucky. I've had the feel of dog
fucking now. I'm not going to try to stay away from it. It's just too good."
Cecily dozed and Wendy daydreamed. Wolf whimpered from time to time. The
changing pitch of his whimpers aroused Wendy and she saw that he was nudging
Cecily, his muzzle prodding her cunt. The sleepy girl awakened slowly, her hips
beginning to undulate before she reached full awareness.
"Good God!" commented Cecily. "The bastard wants to fuck me again!"
"Oh, I don't think so. He's more-likely just trying to warn you ought to get off the
floor."
Cecily squirmed and Wolf licked at her cunt. "Like hell, sister! He wants to fuck!" She
grabbed Wolf's shoulder and shook it. "Isn't it, you bastard! Isn't that what you want!"
Wolf heaved himself to his feet and nudged her again. Cecily pushed herself to her
hands and knees and elevated her ass.
"Be my guest," she said thickly.
The big dog sniffed at Cecily's hip, then reached across the back of her thigh and
applied the tip of his tongue to her cunt. She rotated her hips, thrusting her twat back
and up, and Wolf moved behind her. He licked twice more and heaved himself onto
her, his dick jabbing at the shimmering, pale pubic hair. The dog's cock lodged in her
slit. As if somehow more confident of himself with his mate at this angle, Wolf drove
his cock fully home with one brutal lunge. Cecily sagged and groaned.
"Ohhh! God, Wendy! I swear that cock's sticking into my mouth from the back! I
never had one like it before!" She bucked her ass against the dog's belly.
Wendy writhed in torment. Her cunt ached for Wolf's prick, and the sight of her sister's
enthusiastic reactions to the dog's humping aroused her deepest desires. Her own tits
throbbed as she saw Cecily swinging heavily with the dog's movements. But the most
powerful stimulus was the perfect rhythm of the dog's lunging hips, and the beat of the
"stroke-stroke-stroke" surged in her bloodstream and pounded in her head until she felt
her entire consciousness throbbing to it.
She heard footsteps on the stairs. There wasn't even any point in warning Cecily. Her
sister had reached a state from which nothing could arouse her.
Jeff pushed open the door and came in. He stopped short, an expression of deepening
shock in his features as he stared at the distraught girl under the dog's hunched frame.
He closed the door and came to Wendy, pausing beside her chair as if he were blindly
seeking the strength of another mind.
"Good God!" he exclaimed. "Good God! Not Cecily!" He turned to Wendy with a
puzzled, incredulous frown. "Of all the people I know, she's the one I wouldn't have
expected it of!"
Wendy sighed. If her sister's reaction to Wolf were to turn her husband from her,
nothing would have been gained. He would have rejected Cecily for the wrong reason
and stayed with Wendy for none. "It isn't her fault," she told him wearily. "I let Wolf
come up. I let him get to her when she couldn't fight him off. Don't blame her."
"You what? What do you mean, 'when she couldn't fight him off?"
"I tricked her. She was tied up when he found her... tied up in a perfect position for
him... and naked and... and... well, she was just set up for him, that's all."
Jeff's eyes gleamed and he swallowed hard. "Son of a bitch! I've got to hear how you
worked that! But not now. And she's not tied now. I don't notice her fighting him off."
"No. Not now."
"Shit! She-likes it!"
"Honey, I like it, too."
"Makes you all excited to watch her, you mean? As if you'd like to have him fucking
you?"
"Well... Well, yes. I'd like to be under there." She cringed at what she had to say. "But I
have been. I let him fuck me. So I'm just as bad as she is."
He shook his head. "No."
"Yes! Worse! Nobody tied me up and made me do it!"
"Look, baby. I want to hear the whole thing – every detail. But that hasn't anything to
do with what she's doing. She's nothing but a lying bitch. I want her the hell out of
here!" His scowl gave way to a quick grin. "After Wolf's through with her, I mean. Not
now!"
"But why! Why now, Jeff, instead of last week?"
"Just one little reason, baby. Isn't that the same sweet, holier-than-thou Cecily I was
talking to this morning?"
"Oh, come on, Jeff. Come on!"
"That Cecily was allergic to animals. When she came here, she was a goddamn wreck
until we had Wolf out of the house and damn near fumigated the place. See any sign of
allergy now?"
"No. But I told you..."
"Shit! I know what you told me! That unfeeling pig made Wolf live outside! Made me
damn near break the poor dog's heart because she was allergic to him! Great! Except
now she wants his cock, so it isn't convenient to be allergic!" He glared at his 
sister-inlaw. "We'll get her the hell out of here the minute Wolf's done with her."
"You..." Wendy hesitated. "You're not leaving?"
He stared into her face. "I don't know. I might. But if I do, you're going with me.
Know something, baby?"
"What?"
"Even if I hated you, I wouldn't go without you. Couldn't."
"Why?"
He gave her a long, deliberate look, his glance traveling slowly over her body and
making her tingle fiercely. "Because I can't imagine not being able to fuck you! You
know, you're different all of a sudden. A whole different woman!"
"I know."
He slipped his hand under her skirt and kneaded her thigh, his hand brushing her
cunt. She squirmed and let her legs move away from each other. He forced his hand
under her panties and closed it on her cunt lips. She gripped the arms of the chair and
drew in her breath with a hiss.
Jeff leaped to his feet. "Hey! Get your clothes off, baby! I've got to have a piece of you
before I go to pieces!"
Wendy rose, clinging to the hand Jeff offered, and began to unfasten her clothing. Her
fingers moved as if she were in a dream, and Jeff stood naked before her long before she
was ready. She touched his cockhead reverently and he laughed. She thrilled to the
animal joy in the sound. He grabbed her and the heat of his body made her writhe
against his flesh.
"Goddamn, Wendy! I love you!" His hand pressed into the soft flesh of her cunt. "Hey!
Tell me all about Wolf. Okay? How the hell did you manage that?"
She told him in broken sentences and gasps. Before she had finished, she found herself
on the couch, his body covering hers and his mouth hot where it touched her. He was
right; she had changed. She knew she wanted to live her sex dreams. She wanted to
know the thrills and the excitement in the flesh and not in the shadows of fantasy. She
groped for Jeff's cock and held it tightly, her palm sensing the life that coursed in it and
the restrained power at its base. That was what she wanted. And she meant to show her
emotions for Jeff in the ways that he could see and feel, rather than through making a
"middle-aged" life for him.
"After she's gone..." Jeff said. "Tonight after supper, maybe, when we've got the
fireplace going and everything's getting back to normal..." He hesitated. "Hmmm?"
"Tell you what. Will you show me how Wolf fucks you? There in the living room, I
mean? Maybe on the bearskin?"
Wendy shivered with delight. It would have made a beautiful fantasy. It would have
kept her going for a week, recurring to her every time she was alone. But she was going
to enjoy it far more in the flesh. And the memory ought to make her tingle for a lot
longer than a week.
She whispered. "Yes. Yes, I will."
He squeezed her. "We're going to have some great times, baby."
"Honey?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Honey, let's have everyone over tonight. They're kind of interested in dogs right now,
and..."
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "In front of all of them? You'd fuck the dog in front of all of
them?"
She snuggled, clamping her thighs on his wrist. "Mmmmm! Honey, I've changed
some."
"I think maybe you have. Maybe more than I realized. God damn!" He kissed her on
the mouth, his tongue probing at her lips, and she gulped eagerly.
It was going to be far more enjoyable to live her fantasies. Especially with a guy like
Jeff. And a dog like Wolf.


THE END
