MARY'S DOG ACT
By Janet McCoy


Foreword

The story of the young starry-eyed girl from the country who goes to the city and loses
her dreams, her illusions – and her innocence – is a familiar one. Yet, it still has
something to tell us in this twentieth-century world of instant, prefab dreams and any
man-can-be-President illusions.
Our society teaches young people that it is important to be rich, to be successful, to be
a leader in the community. Often the importance of the goal seems to overshadow the
methods used to achieve it, as witnessed by the national holocaust called Watergate.
So who can blame an innocent country girl with little education and no contacts if she
relies on her one God-given gift – her body – to get her the money and status the
American dream has taught her to long for?
Unfortunately, what Mary Kelly has never been taught is that when one sells a
commodity for services rendered, there is always a price to pay.
One can say she lacks discrimination in her choice of friends, but then, discrimination
is a quality that comes from years of experience, and it takes living – sometimes hard,
sometimes painful to gain that experience.
In a sense, MARY'S DOG ACT – is a simple morality play. It traces the rise and
descent of innocence lost in a simple, direct, yet gripping style that will, we hope, cause
the reader to ponder the question: If money can't buy happiness, can it perhaps take
man as close as he'll ever get to that goal?
Was the poet right when he told us that the world "hath really neither joy, nor love,
nor light, nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain"?
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The young woman lying on the bed had kicked off the covers so she was naked but for
a flimsy pink nightgown that just reached the upper swells of her thighs. Her body was
lush under its provocative covering, her long legs graceful where they lay side by side in
careless slumber. The hypnotic company of a pop radio station drifted in from the
living room, enveloping her in the strains of a top forty tune. Otherwise she was alone,
asleep, her body recovering its energies for another long workday.
But Mary Kelly was not quite asleep, for the fingers of one hand were creeping down
over the generous curve of one hip until they reached bare thigh – and then began to
work back up underneath her nightgown, seeking out the hidden juncture between her
legs.
"Mmmmm," she moaned softly, in a voice that was heavy with drowsiness. "That's nice.
It's very nice."
Mary was just twenty years old, and though her days were confined to the hum-drum
routine of a sales clerk in a large department store, her nights were devoted to
extravagant daydreams of how life could be. Of what glamor and riches might be hers if
one day she should meet just the right man – one who would appreciate her beauty
enough to turn her into the kind of beguiling woman-of-the-world she longed to be.
Mary knew she was beautiful. She spent long hours in front of the mirror gazing at her
spun-gold mop of blonde curls, her innocent wide-eyed face and her full, high-breasted
body. She'd come to the big city to make her fortune, relying on her good looks as the
key to a life of glamour and high living. But so far she hadn't gotten any farther than
the lingerie counter in Turner's department store.
But in her dreams – there, she had made considerably more progress.
"Oh yes, do it to me like that," she moaned as her fingers grazed lightly over the soft
down of her pubic hair. "I want my pussy to feel all wonderful inside."
She wriggled slightly on the bed, moving her legs farther apart, so her nightgown hiked
up, baring the white-blonde vee that shone tantalizingly in the soft glow from the
bedside lamp. In her mind's eye, she saw a handsome, sophisticated lover, still dressed
in bowtie, dress shirt and tuxedo pants, kneeling between her legs and running his
fingers over her trembling cunt. She could see by the gleam in his eye that he was
completely bewitched by her, that he longed to plant long wet kisses over her tingling
pussy. And she could hardly wait.
She was dying to feel her dream lover's mouth on her pussy-lips.
"No one's ever made me feel as good as you do, darling," she breathed excitedly. Then
a fingertip made rousing contact with the already hardened nub of her sensitive clitoris.
"Oh, my. Oh, darling... I don't know if I'm going to be able to stand it. My pussy's on
fire, sweetheart."
She imagined him smiling up at her, over the obscenely exposed blonde thatch of her
cunt, between the up-thrust moons of her large breasts. He was telling her how
beautiful she was. How he'd never hoped, never dared dream of meeting a woman so
exciting, so abandoned, so incredibly... alive.
Her finger began to make maddening circles around the erect nubbin of her clitoris,
teasing it to greater hardness, drawing from the pit of her belly a steadily building
intensity of sexual fire. Her ass-cheeks began to grind down into the mattress beneath,
matching the rhythm of the finger on her clitoris, both synchronized to the upbeat 
lovesong playing on the radio in the adjoining room.
Mary's mind was a confusion of sleepiness and sexual arousal, of fantasy and the
undeniable reality of the rousing sensations pulsing through her hotly aroused cunt.
"Oh, yessss... that's the way, darling. Oh, I'm so excited. I can feel my pussy getting all
wet and ready for you, baby."
She began to chum her asscheeks more energetically down into the mattress, her brain
spinning with the seductive image she must be presenting to her dream lover, who she
now imagined was bending over her and extending his tongue to lick slowly and
hungrily up along the trembling lips of her cunt.
"Oh God, no one's ever eaten my pussy for me before. I never dreamed it would feel
this good."
Her eyes clenched tight, she continued to worry the hard bud of her clitoris with one
finger while with another she grazed along the sensitive inner flanges of her wet ready
cunt, running down one side as far as the yielding hole to her vagina, prodding at it a
moment, then running back up the other side, her feather-touch a maddening
incitement to ever-increasing arousal.
She'd only heard about men eating women's pussies from the dirty books her father
kept in the bottom of the laundry hamper in the bathroom, but the idea had always
intrigued and excited her. As yet though, she'd never dared let a man do such a thing to
her. But she often daydreamed about it, wondering what it would be like, imagining
how wonderful it would be to have soft wet lips caressing her own soft pussy-lips.
Now she imagined her dream lover licking up and down the spongy cuntal furrow her
fingers were busily teasing, then prodding at the sensitive bud of her clitoris.
"Ohhhh... it's incredible. I've never felt so excited. My whole belly's on fire, darling. Do
it to me some more... please. Lick my pussy some more, my wonderful lover."
Her whole being was responding. She was in seventh heaven. A place where her ego
could be fed, and her libido too.
Now that her clitoris had reached pulsing rock hardness, Mary reached down with a
finger and began to prod more insistently at the softly dilating entrance to her cunt.
While the heel of her hand continued to graze against her clitoral nubbin, a fingertip
pushed way up inside her vagina, separating the rubbery clinging walls.
Now she imagined that her dream lover was shooting his tongue up into her clutching
pussy. With her eyes still tight shut, she gazed down at an imagined spot between her
thighs where his dark, head was buried against the seeping dampness of her cunt. She
ground her pussy down harder against her hand as though to encourage the imagined
lover to work harder and deeper to bring her the satisfaction she craved.
"That's the way, baby. I feel like I could swallow all of you up inside me, it feels so
good. I'm all wet and open and ready for you, my talented darling."
The half-naked blonde writhed and groaned abandonedly on her bed, grinding her hips
down against her finger as it sawed rhythmically in and out of her flowering cunt,
slipping her other hand up under her nightgown to fondle a breast, to worry her
rubbery nipple into responsive hardness.
"Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd! It's unbelievable! I'm flying-g-g-g..."
Her active imagination pictured the man's tongue sliding wetly over the pink surfaces
of her pussy furrow, and the lewd image made her wriggle her buttocks even more
while her finger, sawing in and out of her moist cunt, made little sideways jerking
motions from time to time.
"Mmmmmm, you have the most beautiful tongue in the whole wide world, sweetheart.
Fuck me with your tongue like that. Oh baby... I'm going to love you forever and ever
and ever..." Mary was both surprised and further aroused by her passionate use of the
word "fuck". It was a word she never even dared think, let alone say, when she was
living at home with her strict farm-raised parents.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck... oh Goddd, yessss. Shove your tongue up into my cunt! Just like it
was a wet little prick. Do it to me!"
The young blonde began to shove her pussy more violently down onto her impaling
finger, bending her knees and placing her feet flat on the bed to give her more leverage
so she could achieve the greatest possible penetration up into her hotly flaring vagina.
In and out, in and out, her fingers worked, first one and then two together, driving her
to higher and higher peaks of rampaging excitement.
"Oh, darling. Oh fuck... I think I'm going to... yesss, I'm cumming-g-g-g! Oh Lord...!"
She was alone in her little apartment, so there was no one to witness the sheer wild
beauty of the curvaceous blonde, her pink nightie shoved high up above her round firm
tits, her blonde-fringed pussy ramming against the ceaseless onslaught of her drumming
fingers. She moaned like a wild animal.
At last it was over and she lay quietly for a few moments, her fingers still buried in her
cunt, savoring the bliss of satisfaction, a simple moment of forgetfulness.
Then, because she had to get up early in the morning to go to work, she pulled the
blankets back up around her chin and reached up to turn off the bedside lamp. She
imagined herself snuggling cozily into her lover's arms, and then she soon fell asleep.


Chapter 2

Mary Kelly sat alone in a corner booth of the little neighborhood bar she and her date,
Pete Cramer, had entered more than an hour ago. Pete had excused himself to go to the
bathroom, complaining sheepishly about the effect of the four beers he'd downed since
their arrival. Mary was using his absence to feed the flames of a slow anger she'd been
working up to ever since the beginning of this disastrous date.
When Mary had met Pete over the lingerie counter at Turner's, she had sized him up
carefully and decided he looked pretty prosperous. She'd had great hopes for this
evening, expecting to be wined and dined at some elegant restaurant. Instead she and
Pete had shared a pizza and then moved on to this "tacky" little bar, where Pete had
ordered beers for both of them.
Mary hated beer. She hated crummy little corner bars with plastic paneling and sinister
red lights and gum-chewing waitresses. And she was beginning to hate Pete Cramer for
not being her knight in shining armor.
The young blonde sighed as she watched her date make his way back to their table, a
silly boyish grin on his face. Though she herself was only six months off the farm, she
felt she was a cut above her companion. At least she had class. If it was a question of
spending her last penny, she'd still order wine instead of beer.
"Gee, Pete," she enthused. "You know, when I first met you, I thought you really
looked like a young man on the way up. You looked so handsome and businesslike in
your three-piece gray suit."
Pete smiled happily at his pretty companion.
"Yeah, well, you know... when you're trying to sell shoes to bank managers and stock
brokers and ad-agency guys, you've got to look pretty good. They respect a man who
looks like he respects himself."
"Is that right? Gee, when I'm working at the lingerie counter, I get the idea that my
customers wouldn't notice the difference if I had two heads, as long as I gave them
quick service.
"Well, I sure noticed you, Mary. You just about knocked me right off my feet, you
looked so pretty and everything. Hey, what's the matter?" He noticed her half-empty
glass. "You haven't even finished one beer, and here I'm on my fifth. Not thirsty?"
"No, it's not that. I just don't like beer, I'm afraid, Pete." Mary half hoped her honesty
might get her something more refreshing to drink. She was in fact very thirsty.
"Oh... well, in that case we may as well go. Nothing much going on here anyway."
"No, there sure isn't," Mary mumbled as she picked up her coat and followed the tall
young man out to his car. She suddenly felt very tired. All she wanted was to go home
and go to sleep.
Pete though obviously had quite different ideas, for he reached out an arm and drew the
voluptuous blonde closer to him on the car seat, planting a long wet kiss full on her
lips.
For a moment Mary forgot completely where she was and whom she was with, and let
herself melt into the heated rapture of the close embrace, shooting her tongue out to
duel tantalizingly with his. Her eyes tight shut, her consciousness momentarily erased,
Pete suddenly became her dream lover and Mary was ready for a long night of love. A
hand snaking out to squeeze one full outthrust breast brought her quickly back to
reality – to the pizza dinner and the glass of beer and her boyish companion. She broke
away from the embrace and slid back to her own side of the carseat.
"Gee, I'm tired. Must be getting late." She yawned.
"You're right. I'd better be getting you home," Pete replied eagerly, taking her words
and gesture to mean she was just as anxious to get to a nice comfortable bed as he was
– only his intention was that they should go to bed together.
They drove in silence back to Mary's apartment, each absorbed in private thoughts and
expectations.
Mary had planned to say good night at the door, and she was surprised and a little
annoyed to discover that Pete had already decided to ask himself in for coffee.
"I shouldn't really be driving in the state I'm in," he laughed.
Mary had never learned to say no, so, smiling resignedly, she threw her coat on the
back of an armchair and headed into the kitchen to make coffee. As she poured water
into the coffeepot, she was startled to feel a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a
pair of lips plant sharp tantalizing kisses among the tight blonde curls that clustered
around her neck.
"Hey, what are you trying to do? Make me drop the whole mess on the floor?"
She tried to squirm away, but it was no good.
His grip was firm, and determined. Mary began to feel annoyed all over again, and just
a little bit frightened. Just who did this guy think he was?
Yet at the same time his lips on her neck were sending fiery darts of lust soaring
throughout her long-frustrated young body.
"Pete, really, you must stop this. Right now. Do you want coffee or don't you?"
"Personally I can take it or leave it. If you want to skip that step, it's fine with me,
baby."
Mary began to feel more frightened. It was as though the mild-mannered young man
she'd dated was slowly turning into a lust-driven monster. Now one of his hands had
slipped up inside the front of her low-cut blouse and was trying to work its way under
the protective covering of her brassiere cup.
"Really, Pete! Remember this is only our first date, and I..."
His mouth had moved up and around so that now his tongue was tantalizing her earlobe, 
the brute sensation forcing a low groan of pleasure from her unwilling throat.
"Mmmmmm. Feels good," she mumbled, and then abruptly realizing she was
encouraging him, she opened her eyes.
"Pete, if you're going to behave like this, you're simply going to have to leave. That's all
there is to it. I have to get up early in the morning, and
At last his determined fingers had wormed their way inside her brassiere, with the help
of his other hand which had undone the clasp at the back, and he ran his fingertips
lasciviously round and round first one and then the other full outthrust globe, rousing
her nipples into rubbery hardness. He began to kiss the tender area from her ear down
to the base of her neck and along her shoulders and back again.
"Oooohhh," she moaned, dimly aware that the strong resolve to resist was slowly
deserting her. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed sensual release, and her body
obviously craved more.
She knew she was destined for greater things – for more exciting and more worldly
men – but maybe just this once she would let herself settle for Pete Cramer and
whatever satisfaction he could bring her needing loins.
Pete could feel the beautiful blonde's resistance slowly lessening, and he could also feel
a responsive surge of excitement in his cock as he realized the prize of this gorgeous
little piece of ass now seemed definitely within his grasp. Careful to maintain the spell
he had succeeded in creating, he planted wet windy kisses on her earlobe while he
slowly undid the buttons of her blouse.
While his kisses became more and more erotic, his excitement more and more turgid
inside his pants, he eased the blouse off her arms and threw it aside, then did the same
with her brassiere.
Mary could feel a glorious sensuality soaring through her as she reveled in the feel of
having her shapely breasts exposed to the cool air of the room. She could feel the
sensitive buds of her nipples becoming more and more erect as she responded to the
wanton kisses that Pete was scattering about her neck and shoulders.
Then she became aware of something else... the hard, iron-like pressure against her
buttocks that was the sure giveaway of her companion's excitement. The unrelenting
pressure of his erect penis acted like a trigger to spark the full fury of her desire. There
was no doubt in her mind now about what she wanted. None at all.
She wanted to be fucked. Long and hard and well. Like she hadn't been fucked in
months.
His cock felt so huge she suffered momentary misgivings that she might not be able to
take it all, but her steadily building sensual hunger was ready to make a darned good
try. She began to make lewd little circles of her buttocks back against Pete's loins,
encouraging him.
Pete could hardly believe his good fortune when the sexy blonde began to wriggle her
ass back at him, urging him to do what he wanted with her. He'd just about given up
hope of winning her over when she began to respond to his kisses, and now he began
to realize that he was not only with a very fuckable young woman, but with a very
sensual and very horny one at that.
He realized he would have to put out his top effort if he was going to keep this sexy
little wench satisfied.
Feeling secure that nothing would make her pull back now, Pete turned Mary around
and pulled her close to him, flattening her full lust breasts against his chest as he
planted his mouth over hers in a long moist kiss in which his tongue penetrated far
into the back of her throat.
Mary responded with her own brand of greedy need and her tongue danced
suggestively with his in the dark recesses of her mouth while she ground her breasts
against his and shoved her pubis hard against the awesome bulge in his pants.
While he continued to work his mouth hard against hers, Pete reached down and
opened his fly, pulling his blood-swollen cock out into the open air where it pulsed
hungrily against Mary's skirt. He began to force the woman down until she was on her
knees in front of him.
"How about sucking my cock, baby?" he asked in a lust-thickened voice, his eyes
riveted on the lewd contrast between his long thick, ivory penis and the soft moist
pinkness of her lips poised only an inch or two from his swelling cock-head.
Mary was startled at first by this sudden change in her position. Instead of a pair of lips,
she was now face to face with the menacing mushroom tip of Pete's stiff prick. For a
moment she hesitated, not sure if this was the way she wanted to play the game or not.
But then she began to feel an incredible hunger for that thick virile rod that promised
her such pleasure in its hard, swollen rigidity. She wanted to worship it, to lick it and
lave it with her mouth, to reward it for the fuck she knew would be her own reward for
a job well done.
More than anything else at that moment, she wanted his wonderful prick inside her
mouth.
"You have a beautiful cock, Pete. I never dreamed..." Her whimper ended in an
"mmmmpphh" as the man's hand forced her head forward, so she had no choice but to
open her mouth wide and make way for the relentless onslaught of his prick far into
the back of her throat.
Far from being angered by Pete's forcing her to take his cock in her mouth, Mary felt
more turned on by his manly mastery of the situation. Although Pete had shown
himself to be a klutz socially, so far she would have to give him straight A's for his
sexual performance. He knew how to turn a woman on, that was for darned sure.
Forgetting everything but the hard satiny feel of the stiff prick in her mouth, Mary
began to work her lips slowly back and forth over the entire length, at the same time
titillating its sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue. Several times she enclosed
only the bulblike cockhead between her lips and sucked greedily on its awesome girth,
coating it generously with her saliva, prodding her tongue against the tantalizing little
slit in the end. Then, unable to hold back any longer, she slipped her mouth over the
whole of his pulsating length once again, working her blonde head back and forth, back
and forth over the slick glistening shaft.
She felt like a whore kneeling on the tiled floor of her own kitchen sucking a man's
cock, but her own submissive position only turned her on more, only made her crave
for more lewd lovemaking.
"Jeez, you're a great little cocksucker, baby," Pete grunted. "Your mouth is just like
butter... Jesus Christ!"
Now she had formed a ring with thumb and finger and worked it back and forth before
her mouth over the swelling surface of his cock, intensifying with every sure stroke the
erotic pleasure she was dealing her date's turgid member. Pete was sure his prick had
never felt this good before in his entire life.
For the price of a pizza and a beer, he had bought himself a first-class lay. Already Pete
was looking forward to a long and pleasurable winter.
"That's it baby. Suck it. Ohhh... beautiful. Wow, you're the real goods, sweetheart. No
doubt about it. You've got a gold mine in that velvet mouth of yours."
The mention of gold reminded Mary of the cheapskate that lurked behind this fine hard
prick in her mouth, and she was momentarily tempted to get to her feet and tell him to
go look for his bargains somewhere else. But no... she thought better of it... as long as
he knew what a prize he was getting, she was satisfied.
And she fell to her task of sucking the long swollen prick before her with renewed
fervor.
"Goddamn! You know, baby, I don't know how much more of this I can take without
blowing my wad into that pretty little throat of yours."
Alarmed by the prospect of having the man cum in her without giving her any genital
satisfaction, Mary momentarily abandoned his cock and looked up at him plaintively.
"But... aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked tremulously. "You've got to fuck me.
My pussy's on fire."
Though she felt she was debasing herself by asking him to fuck her, Mary was driven
close to desperation by the prospect of not getting any attention paid to the moist
craving slit up between her legs. She could feel her pussy juices flowing copiously, so
her panties clung wetly to her, and her whole being was crying aloud for a long hard
cock that would slide up inside her pussy and quiet the need that sizzled there. It was
inconceivable to her that she should not get fucked after the way she'd worked herself
into a kind of frenzy of want through her arduous cock-sucking efforts.
Enjoying the ego-boosting vision of the shapely half-naked blonde kneeling on the floor
before him and literally begging him to fuck her, Pete looked at her with a hard
arrogant leer. Then he forced her mouth back onto his tingling cock, guiding her head
as it resumed its regular back-and-forth rhythm, as her mouth sucked his prick with
dutiful enthusiasm.
"Don't you worry, doll. You won't go without. Old Pete wouldn't have the heart to see
you go to bed cunt-hungry."
Since leaving the farm for the city, Pete had had limited experience with city girls, but
until Mary Kelly he'd never met any woman, city or country, who had suck an obvious
strong craving for cock. It put him a little in awe of her. Here was a woman who was
born to be a whore.
Mary resumed her wet attentions to his rigidly outthrust prick with heedless abandon,
licking and laving every inch of excitement – tautened skin as her buttocks wriggled
excitedly inside her yellow skirt in sympathetic time to her cock-sucking efforts.
Pete began to be fascinated by the shapely swell of the woman's ass-cheeks, and he was
growing impatient to see what shapely treasures were hidden inside. Her breasts were
perfect – large and round and firm – but Pete's favorite thing was asses. He decided
he'd like to fuck her from behind so he could watch her ass work while he did it to her.
"All right, baby. Time to fuck." He grasped her curls firmly and pulled her head from
his cock. "Why don't you get on all fours, so I can get a good look at that sweet little
ass of yours?"
Mary was delighted to hear her date say that he actually intended to fuck her now. The
moist need inside her panties was becoming unbearable, and without thinking to
question his motives or intent – or his obvious lack of tenderness – she knelt on all
fours, her ass swaying seductively in the air.
Pete knelt behind the blonde and slowly raised her skirt up over the twin moons of her
lushly molded ass-cheeks. Then he grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled
them harshly down and off her legs.
"Wow, that's what I call an ass!" the young shoe salesman exclaimed as he roved his
hands greedily around the luscious swells of smooth ripe flesh. His hand explored the
wet crevice up between her thighs for a moment and laughed aloud to hear her low
groan of pleasure.
"Aaaahhhhh," she mewled, wriggling her ass provocatively to encourage him to pay
more attention to the wet slit of her hungry pussy. "That feels so good, Pete. Do it
some more."
"Wow, you're an anxious little bitch, aren't you?" Although his cock was almost
bursting with his growing excitement, Pete couldn't keep himself from gloating a little
at his mastery of this cock-hungry little blonde. "Don't worry, honey. You're going to
get everything you're begging for. Maybe even more."
Mary felt a passing twinge of shame that this dumb kid from the country should have
won such a hold over her that she was kneeling on her kitchen floor begging him to
fuck her, but at the moment she couldn't pay much attention to her moral qualms –
not when her cunt was on fire, not when she craved nothing more than his cock in her
pussy.
His hand had deserted her genitals, and she looked around anxiously for some
reassurance that he was still there, still about to do what he had promised to do. She
met his leering grin for a moment, but he easily out-stared her. She couldn't bear to
consider what he must be thinking of her.
"My pussy's ready for you, Pete," she said aloud. "Fuck me with your big hard cock.
Please."
Pete felt he'd made the woman wait long enough. His prick was aching to bury itself far
up in that wet little twat of hers, and there was nothing to stop him from doing it right
now. In fact everything was ripe for it.
His cock. Her pussy.
He'd never felt a woman so wet and ready.
"Well, you asked for it, baby. Brace yourself. Here I come."
He aimed his cock-head against the ready hole of her moist pussy and shoved, sending
it a couple of inches up into her clinging channel with the first hard thrust.
"Mmmmmppphh," she grunted. "Oh my Gawd."
She felt a quick surge of pain at his abrupt entry, but the pain melted into an exquisite
pleasure that soared wildly throughout her body, from the tips of her curling toes all
the way up to her lush dangling breasts.
"Oh, oh, oooohhhh," she moaned. "Oh, it feels wonderful. I can hardly stand it, it feels
so wonderful. Shove it farther into me. Pleee-ease, baby. Do it to meeee!"
Pete grasped her shapely buttocks and leaned forward, forcing his turgid cock-head to
part the rubbery walls of her cunt until every last inch of his prick was buried in pussy
flesh. The sensation of her clutching vagina sucking at his cock was almost enough to
make him cum right then and there, but Pete held very still for a moment, then began
to saw his rigid member slowly back and forth into her welcoming womb.
"Aaaaahhh," he moaned as he tossed back his head, eyes closed, and relished the pure
erotic sensation of fucking into a tight wet pussy. "You've got a fine little twat, baby,"
he told her. "Takes all of me real fine. Not many women can do that and still feel as
tight and new as you do."
He suspected it hadn't been long since she was a virgin. Her cunt was so tight it almost
made him ache with pleasure-pain to endure its snug greedy fit around his prick.
Mary was half out of her mind with pleasure as she reveled in the erotic excitement of
being fucked by a real male cock. For weeks now she'd enjoyed nothing but dreams of
how good it felt to have a prick soar far up into the farthest depths of her hungering
little pussy, and to finally experience the real thing again drove her to peaks of
excitement. She began to screw her buttocks lasciviously back to meet each long hard
plunge of Pete's prick, moaning incoherently each time she felt him slam all the way up
into her.
"Ooooohhh. Do it! Do it! Do it! Oh my Gawd. I love it!
Pete began to vary his pace, ramming up into her, now slow and rhythmic, now hard
and quick, now stopping altogether until she was crying for him to resume his lunging
strokes.
"Don't stop! Pleee-ease don't stop! I want more! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"
Mary realized that it was her long time without a man that was making her lose all
control. She felt an incredible driving need. She had never had any difficulty achieving
orgasm, and that was always the culminating achievement of lovemaking for her. It was
enough to make her crave more and more of the sensation.
That was why she masturbated almost every night. That was why when she fucked she
liked to have more and more and more, until her senses had stored up an explosion so
overwhelming that it left her senseless and speechless and timeless. Like a drug, it was
addictive. Like an addict, she was hooked.
"Oh Gawd! Your cock is wonderful. It's so hard and thick and long. It's doing such
amazing things to my pussy, Pete! You'll never know how good I feel. Keep it up. Ohh,
that's the way, it's terrific! Mmmmm."
As she spoke, her words came out like stutters, like the words of a man working a
jackhammer. The increasing power and strength of Pete's plunging strokes was jarring
her, teasing her clitoris to taut erection.
"Good Gawd, I don't believe you, woman! You are the most incredible nympho I have
ever met in my entire life!"
Pete's eyes practically bugged from his head as he watched the voluptuous blonde
thrust her ass back to swallow his hard-driving cock-shaft. Her head was shaking crazily
back and forth, and he could hear the constant mewling escaping from her mouth. This
woman was really the experience of a life time for Pete Cramer. Already he was trying
to figure out how he could make her his exclusive property without having to make any
kind of commitments. A woman with a sex drive like hers would be mighty fine to have
around on those long cold nights, once winter settled in. And besides, she was a looker.
He wouldn't be ashamed to be seen on the streets with this baby. No sirreeee. His only
problem was going to be how to keep his friends' hands off her shapely little ass.
Pete had never done anything like fucking a woman on the kitchen floor before, and
the incredible lewdness of taking her half dressed like this, while he himself still wore
all his clothes, was driving him to added peaks of quivering excitement.
Already his cock felt like it was ready to split in two from the incredible excited
pressure inside and out, for her cunt still clung hotly to his prick, massaging it to 
extrataut arousal with every moist caress. His cock pulsed and throbbed with eager
anticipation.
This orgasm was going to be a corker. He knew that already.
While Pete concentrated on worrying about how much longer he was going to be able
to hold out, Mary felt the first pounding waves of her climax rush over her, sending her
into even wilder paroxysms. She lunged and squirmed her whole body back toward
Pete's prick, in her uncontrolled need to grasp and savor every last drop of culminating
excitement.
"Ohhhh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmming!" she wailed, grinding her
naked ass lasciviously back against Pete's prick, forcing him to grip her buttocks tightly
to keep her from knocking him right off balance. "Oh Gawd. Oh Gawd! Uuuuhhhh!"
And her voice trailed off into incoherent babbling.
Knowing Mary had reached her orgasm relieved Pete of the need to hold out any
longer, and he gladly let himself ride the wild waves of his own orgasm. He thrust long
and hard up into her quivering cunt, grasping her ass harshly to keep a rein on her own
gradually ebbing fury. As he closed his eyes in agonized pleasure, he could feel the hot
jets of his thick cum shooting far up into her greedily clutching cuntal depths, and he
knew the incredible joy of having fucked a woman long and well. And having her
appreciate it.
The kitchen tiles were cold enough that neither Mary nor Pete felt the slightest
inclination to remain on the floor a moment longer.
Mary picked up the discarded pieces of her clothing and walked shakily into the living
room where she stretched out full length on her face on the couch. Pete followed her in,
pulling up his fly as he stood over her, admiring her shapely ass from a more detached
vantage point now that his lust was spent.
And, now that he was no longer horny, he returned to his former character of the
awkward "kid". 
"Gee, Mary. That was swell. I've gotta go now. Gotta get up early. But I sure want to
see you again soon. When can we get together?"
"Never." Her muffled voice sounded dull and faraway as it filtered up from the couch
cushions.
The young man's face fell.
"What... what do you mean 'never', Mary? Gosh, I thought we were getting along fine."
Suddenly she looked up at him, a look of cold detachment on her face.
"Look, forget it, kid. I've got things to do with my life. I'm not going to waste it eating
pizza and drinking beer. Find yourself some other sucker. There are plenty of girls
around who think they're not worth much. I'm not one of them."
The youth felt a quick flash of anger, but it was not in his nature to make a scene.
Sexually, he could play the domineering male. In the rest of his life, he just wanted to
eat regular and get along.
"Okay, Mary," he answered and shrugged his shoulders. It sure would have been nice
to have a girl all his own for a while. But what the hell. He'd get by. Plenty more
around. Though not many super lays like Mary, he thought wistfully. He paused at the
front door.
"Sounds to me like you might be headed for trouble, girl," he said seriously. "Trying to
sell your ass to the highest bidder can be a mighty dangerous game. You better be
careful you don't end up with a boot in the ass instead of a pot of gold." Satisfied that
he'd made his point, Pete closed the door quietly behind him.
"A lot you know, klutz," Mary mumbled after the door closed. "Oh, dream lover, where
are you?" she moaned. "Come and save me from myself. And from a world full of
klutzes."


Chapter 3

Lili and Boyd Marshall lived in a tastefully-decorated penthouse apartment in the most
exclusive section of town. They lived alone but for a very spoiled German shepherd
named Kit, and a Japanese cook-houseboy who kept discreetly to his own part of the
apartment unless specifically summoned to his employers' quarters.
Lili and Boyd had many friends, and their frequent parties were the talk of the town for
weeks after their occurrence. They were a golden couple, both handsome and trim and
in their early thirties. Neither of them had ever had to work a day in their life, thanks
to the generosity of now deceased parents. With seemingly everything to keep them
happy, they still had one persistent enemy.
Boredom.
Boyd and Lili would do anything to keep from feeling bored.
At eleven o'clock on a Tuesday morning in early October, the Marshall family had just
awakened, feeling languorous yet refreshed after a Tate night at several of the city's
more exclusive nightclubs. Boyd lay on their king-sized water bed watching his wife
brushing her waist-length chestnut hair.
She stood naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered the wall facing him
as he lay in bed, and he couldn't help being proud of her beauty as she posed in front
of the glass, making funny faces at him whenever their eyes met. She was tall and
slender with firm up-thrust breasts that poked out saucily toward her reflection in the
mirror. Her ass was round and trim, set high at the top of long shapely legs. Even after
eight years of marriage she still turned him on.
Though she was not the only woman who turned him on. They both had many bed
partners. But Lili was still his favorite, his mate, his "old lady". 
Their dog Kit lay on the floor not far from where Lili was admiring herself. Kit shared
his owners' bedroom and their lives. There were not many places the Marshalls went
that Kit didn't go too. Last night the dog had accompanied them on their travels from
club to club, drinking champagne along with the rest of the crowd. He seemed none
the worse for wear this morning though, his eyes bright and alert, his body bristling
with the energy of another new day.
"Why don't you bring that gorgeous little ass of yours back into bed where it belongs?"
Boyd suggested after long moments of watching his wife and working himself into a
simmering heat.
Lili turned her head and stared at him in mock-surprise, her red lips pouting sexily.
"Can you guarantee I'll be safe if I get into bed again?" she teased. "I'm not sure if I can
trust the look in your eye."
"Since when do you want to be safe, lady?" her husband responded gruffly. "The day
you felt safe with me, I figure is the day you'd leave me fiat." He pulled back the covers
to make a place for her next to him, and by his action revealed to her startled gaze the
rigidly up-thrust shaft of his swollen cock.
"Wellll," she exclaimed appreciatively. "You didn't mention you had a present for me.
In that case..." She sprang lightly onto the bed, crawling on hands and knees to Boyd's
side, never taking her eyes from his impressively pulsing erection. She enclosed it
lightly and began to stroke in very slow, even strokes, absently, as though she weren't
sure what she should do next.
"Like that, do you, baby?" Boyd asked, a proud grin on his face as he watched her
hovering over his prick, her eyes large and watchful like a cat watching a mouse. He felt
a little tremor of excitement throb through his cock and balls as his mind toyed with
the possibilities of what she might do.
"All these years I've known you, Boyd darling, and I still think you have the most
beautiful prick in the world. It's so thick and hard and... solid. A lady can always
depend on it to jump to attention when it's wanted." She gave an extra little squeeze to
the base of his cock and then to his flaccid balls. She grinned as he squirmed slightly
under the increased titillation.
"I hope I'm not making you feel uncomfortable, Boyd darling," she teased him,
lowering her head slightly so her red lips now hovered only a couple of inches from his
bulblike cock-head.
'Teasing little bitch!" Boyd muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes sparkling with
arousal. His gaze focused intently on her lips that slowly moved closer and closer to his
achingly rigid prick.
She looked up at him over the upright staff of his cock and smiled mischievously, then
her tongue darted into the little slit on the end of his prick, quickly wiping up a little
drop of semen that had emerged from his balls.
"Mmmmmm, tastes good," she said, licking her lips with an exaggerated swipe of her
tongue, then smiling at him again before bending down and taking the rubbery head of
his swollen penis between her lips. She sucked on it wetly, working her mouth hungrily
over the whole of the bulbous tip as though it were an all-day sucker and she a starving
child.
"Jee-zuz!" Boyd exclaimed as he arched his back slightly in response to her mouth on
his prick. "That's one dynamite mouth you've got there, baby!"
"Mmmmm," was her only reply, as she continued to maneuver her mouth over his
bulbous cock-tip, gradually letting more and more of the turgid shaft slip up between
her lips until at last she had made his whole prick shimmery-wet with her saliva. Then
she began to work her head slowly up and down over his cock, puckering her mouth
into a lewd imitation of a vagina, careful to cover her teeth with her lips.
"Yes, that's it, baby. Take it all into your mouth. Gawd, I love to feel my prick ramming
against the back of your throat."
Boyd reached down and locked his hands in her long hair, helping to guide her head
regularly up and down over his pounding prick. He closed his eyes. He felt his wife
squeeze lasciviously on his balls, and he groaned appreciatively to encourage her in her
erotic abandon.
Lili loved the feel of her husband's prick-smooth and hard and rubbery and sawing
rhythmically into her mouth. She could feel the juices of her own excitement flowing
down her thighs as she bent more ardently to her obscene task. She waved her buttocks
in the air. For just a moment she raised her head from Boyd's cock and looked up at
him.
"Can we let Kit play, Boyd darling?" she asked, an anxious note of pleading in her
voice.
Boyd was drifting somewhere far away in his sensory dream world when his wife's
mouth abruptly deserted his cock. His eyes flew open in annoyance, but his features
quickly melted into a leering smile when Lili's suggestion registered on his lust-addled
mind.
"Sure, why not?" he said gruffly. "Only why don't you maneuver your ass around first,
sweetheart, so I can get a good look at the goings-on?"
Obediently, Lili shifted position so she was kneeling astride her husband's body, her
cunt poised over his face, her legs on either side of his head. Satisfied that her needs
were about to be attended to, she returned her mouth to his prick and began to move
her lips sensuously up and down the saliva-slickened surface.
She listened with eager anticipation as her husband called the dog, and waited
tremulously as she felt the added weight coming onto the bed. She felt the familiar
clasp of the animal's paws around her hips, and without removing her mouth from
Boyd's cock, she looked toward the huge mirror to see the giant German shepherd
mounted up behind her.
The obscene picture dramatically increased her excitement, and she began to churn her
hips urgently back toward the dog, trying to entrap the heavy hanging cudgel of his
cock between her craving pussy-lips.
"Oh Boyd, put it in me. I need to be screwed so bad!" She raised her head from her
husband's cock just long enough to plead with him to help the dog bury his prick up
where she so badly wanted it. Then her head again resumed its rhythmical bobbing
motion over the ivory stem of the man's pulsing organ. She knew she would have what
she wanted sooner or later – that she would feel her pet's cock screwing furiously up
into her pussy.
Her husband watched mesmerized as the long tapered red dog-cock drove up between
Lili's squirming ass-cheeks. He had seen his wife fuck the dog many times before, but it
never failed to arouse him intensely.
The obscenely pointed canine cudgel danced in and out between her trembling asscheeks, 
increasing both his wife's excitement and his own as the moment of truth
continued to elude the striving pair above him.
"Mmmmm," Lili moaned around the steadily stroking prick in her mouth, but her
husband was able to interpret the indistinct mewl as another plea for help.
Finally taking pity on her urgent need, he grasped the dog's cock firmly between his
fingers and guided it to the wetly seeping hole of her pussy. He prodded it suggestively
against the yielding flesh, and at once the dog took his own lead, shoving his rock-hard
red prick far up into the moistly enclosing walls of his mistress's cunt.
Without hesitation the animal established a primitive hard-fucking rhythm, penetrating
the farthest recesses of the woman's cunt with the battering-ram strokes of his eager
dog-cock.
"Aaaaagghhh," Lili mewled abandonedly around the filling mouthful of Boyd's cock
when she finally felt the dog's rigid member soar up into her wet welcoming pussy. As
the dog set up his regular stroking rhythm, she began to reciprocate by thrusting her
own asscheeks back in time to meet each of the beast's in-strokes, squirming against
him in a frantic attempt to make the most of his deep penetration before he again drew
back for a new power-lunge.
As many times as he had witnessed it, Boyd never ceased to be amazed by Lili's greedy
acceptance of this perverse mating with the large, well-hung animal. Rather than
intimidated by the dog's size and power, she seemed delighted by it, squirming her ass
back to meet every thrust. He realized Lili and Kit were in their own little world right
at this moment, one which he still managed to share by having his cock sucked lovingly
and well by this sexy woman who was being made love to by a dog – who was taking
of every inch of the pointed red dog-prick far up into her belly and still striving for
more, still wriggling her ass-cheeks in impulsive search of more of that filling, hard
driving impalement.
"Like it, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. He reached up and stroked the
hardened bud of Lili's clitoris. He wanted to make this amazing, sexy wife of his feel as
good as she possibly could. He loved her best when she was her most raunchy. Who
could ever be bored as long as there was fucking in the world, he thought as he fingered
the wet slickness of her clitoris and her pussy-furrow beneath where the red dog-cock
was still penetrating her steadily.
"Oh Gawd, darling, it's wonderful!" Lili exclaimed, then her tongue darted out to stab
the slit in the head of her husband's prick and make long slashing licks all over the
whole rigid pole of his up-thrust member. Then she sucked on it hard and fast and
wetly, matching her oral rhythm to the fucking tempo her pet had established up into
her responsively clutching pussy.
"You're the hottest little bitch I've ever met in all my life, doll. And I'm sure glad I
snared you before somebody else did."
Pleased by her husband's admiration, Lili began to suck Boyd's prick with abandoned
fervor while her buttocks squirmed more and more anxiously back toward her pet's
pounding cock. She could feel the signs of impending release building deep in her
womb, and her whole body quivered with the telltale shock of approaching orgasm.
Without warning she felt the rhythm of the animal's strokes become more compulsive,
and she realized Kit was cumming in her. The lewd realization provided the final
trigger for her own release. She writhed and squirmed out her climax feverishly,
coaxing every last drop of sperm from her animal lover's prick while her pussy
squirmed out its satisfaction against the dog's silky underbelly.
"He's cumming in me, Boyd darling!" she exclaimed ecstatically. "Oh, darling, it's
making me cum too! Aaaaaggghh, it feels so damned good!"
Then dutifully, not forgetting her husband's still-rigid prick she sucked and pulled
greedily on the up-thrust staff, as though coaxing it to spill its load into her insatiable
belly.
Watching the lewd trickle of animal sperm seeping from his wife's cunt around the
shrinking rod of the dog's cock excited Boyd intensely. It was enough to drive the big
man over the brink.
"Jee-zuz Christ, baby. I'm cummming too! I'm shooting it right up into that greedy
little throat of yours!" He jerked his loins convulsively between Lili's lips until the last
drop of his sperm had passed from his dangling balls to her avidly gulping throat.
"Gawd, beautiful, doll," he murmured as she licked his shrinking prick gently with her
tongue.
The dog, exhausted from his effort, stretched out lazily on the bed next to his master.
When Lili was satisfied with the licking job she'd done on Boyd's cock, she crawled
over to the dog and licked hungrily at his cock too, cleaning it of the last traces of their
mingled love-juices. Then she stretched out between her two lovers and smiled
mischievously at her husband.
"Well, darling, are you ready to face the world yet?"
"Not until I've had my champagne and eggs Benedict. I think I'll give Chiru a ring."
"Don't you think you should wait until we're looking a little more respectable? You
don't want the help getting any wrong ideas about us. What if he started telling stories
around town?"
"Let's face it, Lili darling, What stories could he possible tell that haven't already been
told at least ten times?"
"You're right, darling. I suppose we have gained our own kind of fame in the city,
haven't we?"
"I think the word is notoriety," Boyd told her as he fondly stroked his flaccid prick.
"Which reminds me, what are we going to do today to keep up our reputation?"
Lili looked vaguely worried as she glanced over at her handsome husband.
"I'm afraid I can't think of a thing, Boyd. I guess we could always throw ourselves in
the fountain at city hall."
"We've done that. No, I was thinking in terms of something a little more interesting.
Like finding us a new playmate, for instance. What do you think? Would you like
having a homeless waif of, say, eighteen or so, around for a while?"
"Delicious, darling. You know, I think there's a mother instinct buried somewhere deep
inside me. I just love teaching youngsters about life."
Boyd smiled at his lovely wife. "Mmmmmm. The only subject I've every seen you take
any interest in is the birds and the bees."
"Is there something else?" She giggled. "Come on. Ring Chiru. I'm starved."
"Didn't that little snack you just had fill you up any?"
"Just whetted my appetite."
"Okay, beautiful. I'll go out and scour the town and see what kind of surprise I can
round up for you. A nice tender morsel to satisfy both our sexual appetites."
"Wonderful, darling. I think a blonde would be nice this time, don't you?"


Chapter 4

Mary was impressed by the tall handsome stranger who stood smiling at her from the
other side of the lingerie counter. He wore an elegant suit with a brown vest and a
colorful but tasteful tie at his throat. His modishly long hair flattened his strong even
features, making him look, Mary thought, like someone from the movies. Warren
Beatty perhaps.
Mary dazzled her customer with her brightest smile. "May I help you, sir?"
"I certainly hope so." Boyd Marshall had walked into Turner's with no particular
purpose in mind, but he had quickly discovered one when he spotted the gorgeous little
curly-haired blonde in the lingerie department.
"I'm looking for something appropriate for my aunt. For her birthday. Do you have any
suggestions?"
"Well, could you tell me a little something about her? Is she an older lady? How about
a flannel nightie? That's always cozy in the winter."
Boyd grinned his legendary charming grin. "Actually she's about twenty years old. Five
feet four, with big gorgeous hazel eyes and hair as blonde as moonlight on the waves. I
was thinking more in terms of a sexy little negligee. I think she'd be a knockout in
something like that."
Mary looked puzzled for a moment, then a blush turned her face crimson as she
realized her handsome customer had just given her description. She smiled through her
embarrassment, pleased that she'd made an impression on the older man. Her heart
was beating wildly and it was all she could do to keep from crossing her fingers behind
her back.
Could this be the lover of my dreams?
"I'm afraid you had me fooled for a minute there," she giggled. "Now, what does your
aunt really look like?"
"I told you," he said, his eyes wide and innocent. This was going to be easy. "Why
don't you just pick out something pretty that you would like. I'm sure my aunt would
love it."
Mary looked dubious, and she cursed herself for being tongue-tied. She wanted to
dazzle the handsome man with her sparkling conversation, but she couldn't think of a
single thing to say. The best she could manage was: "Well, whatever you say... "
"There's one hitch though."
Mary's heart leaped to her throat, whether from fear or anticipation she didn't know.
"What's that?"
"I'd like to have it delivered to my apartment at seven this evening."
"I'm sorry, sir. Our deliveries for today are already being made. Tomorrow is the very
earliest... "
"Couldn't you deliver it yourself?"
"What?" This was it, she thought wildly. He wanted to get to know her better. But was
his suggestion really proper?
"Well, all right, sir," she replied in her most businesslike manner. She didn't want it to
be too easy for him. "What's the address, please?" Nervously she rummaged under the
counter for a pen and notepad.
"Here's my card. And here's a down payment. If it's any more, I'll pay you C.O.D." He
handed her a fifty-dollar bill and a neat gold-embossed business card. He smiled at her.
"See you tonight."
In a moment he was lost in the crowds of milling shoppers.
Mary's jaw fell when she read the address on the card. "Two-Four-Six Bayshore West."
This man was obviously no paper tiger. His address practically reeked of diamonds and
furs and gilt-edged securities.
Risky or not, nothing was going to keep Mary away from her evening's rendezvous.

* * *

Mary had to practically break her neck to get home in time to change into her best
evening dress, freshen her makeup and still be back downtown by seven o'clock. But
she made it, and at the very dot of seven she stood outside Mr. Boyd Marshall's
apartment, parcel under her arm, a lump the size of an apple in her throat.
She rang the bell and waited nervously for the distant echo of door chimes to summon
an answer to her ring. At last the door opened and Marshall stood before her,
resplendent in a Japanese kimono and a silk-print scarf.
"My, you certainly are a very prompt young lady." He smiled at her in a friendly way
that obviously reassured her, for she showed no hesitation in accepting his invitation to
enter the apartment and share a fresh shaker of martinis.
While she sipped greedily at her drink, he unwrapped the parcel and pulled out a sheer
white nightgown and matching negligee.
"My this is a good martini," Mary exclaimed.
Her glass was already empty. She was enjoying the thrill of being with a man who
offered her cocktails instead of beer. This was the way she'd expected to be treated in
the city.
Boyd poured her a second drink, then gestured toward the nightwear. "It's very pretty,"
he said. "But I'm little worried about whether or not it will fit."
"Well, from the way you described your... aunt, I figured she'd be my size. So, that's
what I bought. If it doesn't fit, you can always return it, Mr. Marshall."
"Why don't you call me Boyd," he told her, a smile lingering at the corners of his lips.
He was amused by the strange mixture of shyness and boldness in the young beauty's
manner. He was aware of a seething ambition smoldering just under the surface of her
self-effacing veneer.
"Okay... Boyd," she said, her greedy little heart beating like a sledgehammer. "My name
is Mary... Mary Kelly."
"A pretty name for a very pretty girl. Tell me, Mary Kelly, why don't you try on this
outfit... so I can get a better idea if it's going to fit my aunt." He slipped the words out
casually, aware that he was taking a calculated risk. She might slap his face and march
right back out the door. But he had a pretty strong hunch she'd stay right where she
was.
Mary's face registered shock, and then relaxed into a martini-stoked grin. If that was
the way he wanted to play, it was all right with her. She'd do anything to escape the
boredom of her present job and companions.
"Okay, Mr... er, Boyd. If you'll just show me where I can change." Her voice sounded
demure and businesslike, with just the slightest slur at the end of some of the words.
Boyd showed her into the master bedroom, then waited for her to make her entrance in
the sexy nightwear.
At last she emerged, a white gauzy vision of female voluptuousness, her breasts
standing out firm and proud, the material barely concealing the high tight swell of her
ass. There was enough of the material to create tantalizing confusion as to whether the
viewer was really catching the forbidden glimpse of flesh. She walked provocatively
across the room, intensely aware of her host's eyes glued to her seductively-clad body.
She paused by the bar and turned to face him.
"What do you think?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse. "Is it all right?"
The effects of two martinis and the novelty of being alone with a handsome and
wealthy man had driven Mary to a state of intense nervous excitement. There was little
doubt in her mind that the man intended to seduce her, but rather than feeling shocked
or at least dubious about his bold scheme, she could only feel eager anticipation.
She felt like a princess. Never in her life had she worn anything as pretty or as
expensive as the sexy ensemble she was modeling for Boyd Marshall. She knew the
clothes flattered her rich beauty, and she felt confident of her allure as she stood facing
the handsome older man.
"You're an absolute knockout, baby. In fact you look so good in it, I think you ought to
keep it. I'll find something else for my aunt." He handed her a fresh martini. "A reward
for the loveliest little model in the whole wide world."
Mary's brown eyes grew wide with pleasure, both at the compliments and at the easy
extravagance of the gift he was making her. How wonderful to be with a man who
thought nothing of making expensive gifts to a relative stranger. What a fme generous
man this Boyd Marshall was!
"Oh, Boyd. Thank you. I mean... I couldn't. It's far too beautiful and..."
"It was made for you. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else wearing it" He looked
deep into her hazel eyes over the rim of her glass as she sipped her martini.
Overwhelmed by her fresh beauty and his own growing lust, he reached out and untied
the satin ribbon that fastened the negligee. He slipped it off her and threw it on the
piano.
She stood before him wearing only the nightgown, her nipples poking brazenly out at
him through the thin film of the material that hugged her narrow waist and firm flaring
hips so intimately. Boyd could feel his prick stirring lustfully inside his kimono as he
savored every tantalizing inch of the salesgirl's voluptuous beauty. He reached out and
grasped a nipple in either hand, pinching and rolling the little buds into hardness,
wringing a look of pained pleasure from her lovely young face.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, her eyes closing, her lips parting slightly as she quivered with
the excitement of the big man's harsh caresses.
"Like that, baby?" he asked, his face wearing a broad grin as he watched her wanton
reaction to his manipulations. He could tell that this one was a hot little number, and
though he knew it would be some time before he got around to it, he could hardly wait
to sink his cock into her little pussy.
She smiled sensuously, though her eyes remained closed.
"Oh, yes, Boyd," she murmured. "It feels wonderful. Sooo good."
"Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable, and I'll make you feel even better,
baby?"
He took her in his arms and lay her gently down on the thick pile carpet on the living
room floor. He spread her legs far enough apart so he was able to crawl in between
them, then he pushed the nightgown far up, until she now wore it like a necklace, her
breasts and the rest of her body beneath them naked and vulnerable to his lascivious
gaze.
"Whew!" he whistled soft and low. "Goddamn it, girl, You have got some body!"
He drank in the inspiring vision of her large firm breasts that poked perkily up toward
the ceiling, the smooth white expanse of her waist and hips, then the white-blonde
patch of her pubic triangle that attracted his lascivious attention the way honey attracts
bears.
"I'm glad you like me," she murmured shyly, her body quivering. She still kept her eyes
closed, her thoughts faraway in the fantasyland that was now so abruptly turning into
reality. The rich and handsome lover of her dreams was about to make love to her.
Almost as though of their own volition, her hips began to churn seductively, thrusting
her pubic triangle up toward the waiting man's face, inviting him to experiment with
her most secret charms.
"That looks like one fine little pussy," he told her as his finger began to investigate the
tight moist folds of her pussy channel.
"Aaaggghhhh," she cried, her body jerking slightly with the unexpected shock of his
hand on her hot cunt. "Oh Gawd, that feels good!"
His lust fired by the uninhibited intensity of the girl's response to his finger, Boyd
began to move more boldly along the secreting lips of her pussy, grazing the tender
folds of flesh with an experienced touch that was obviously driving the young blonde
half out of her mind with desire.
"Oh, Jee-zuz! Oh Gawd, that's it! Oh touch me, Boyd! It's beautiful!"
One fingertip swirled agonizingly around the rigid tip of her aroused clitoris, provoking
the slick nubbin, then moved moistly on down to the tight entrance to her cunt and
slipped up inside the wet clinging walls.
Mary began to hump her hips down toward the invading finger, encouraging him to
finger-fuck her passionately aroused pussy.
"I love to feel your finger in my cunt, Boyd. Oh yes, keep doing it like that. Fingerfuck
me! Please!"
Astounded by the intensity of the young blonde's reaction to his foreplay, Boyd began
to labor feverishly to keep up with her hungry expectations. He sawed his finger
rhythmically back and forth inside her clutching vagina, impressed by the near-virginal
tightness of the wetly seeping passage. He watched the soft pink folds of flesh yield and
devour his working finger.
At last watching her pussy taking his finger became too much, and he determined upon
a new, more lustful course that was guaranteed to bring her to even higher planes of
arousal.
Bending low, parting her pussy-lips gently with his fingers, he began to suck on the
rigid peak of her clitoris, adding to the moisture of her seeping cuntal juices the flow of
his saliva.
"Ohhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh," she wailed like a woman possessed, her belly quivering in
immediate response to the man's lewd attentions. "Oh yes, eat my pussy like that for
me! Oh, Boyd darling! Do it to me-e-e."
Part of the young woman's excitement was the jubilant realization that her dreams were
at last coming true. Her rich handsome lover had come to her, and was eating her
pussy just the way she'd always known he would. Mary felt she had found what she'd
been looking for, and that conviction inspired her with a sense of ecstatic freedom to
give full vent to the pent-up power of her sensual feelings.
"Oh Gawd. I've never felt this good in my whole life. Never!"
Boyd began to swirl his tongue around the base of her perky little clitoris, then back
and forth along the soft fluttering lips of her pussy, working harder than he ever had in
his life to bring pleasure to the nymph he'd discovered at the lingerie counter in
Turner's department store.

* * *

From the other side of the French doors leading into the den, Lili Marshall was
watching the erotic goings-on in the living room, one hand worrying her erect clitoris,
the other balancing herself against the doors she'd left open just a crack.
She and Boyd had decided the best plan would be to let him warm up their young
visitor. Then, when she was on a plane where she would be receptive to most anything,
Lili and Kit would join the fun.
The dog was dozing peacefully in front of the fireplace in the den while his mistress
became more and more excited by the passion a few feet away. She was wearing only a
robe, and from the moment when her husband had removed the shop girl's negligee
and started playing with her tits, Lili had put her hand up between her legs, provoking
herself to a steadily increasing level of excitement. The young wife reasoned that by the
time Mary Was ready to learn of her existence, she would be at a fever pitch of arousal
and ready to plunge into the activities in the living room.
As Lili watched her husband sucking the other woman's clitoris, then extending his
tongue to tantalize the length of her pink pussy-lips, she ran her fingers lightly back
and forth along her own cunt-flanges, savoring the delicious sensations that caused
love-juices to seep from her cunt and trickle down the insides of her thighs.
The brunette's fingers flew faster and faster over her excited pussy as she became more
and more hypnotized by her obscene imaginings, and by the actual sight of her
husband's tongue stroking the slick glistening crevice of the blonde's cuntal furrow.

* * *

Oblivious to the watchful presence inside the den, Mary Kelly continued to churn
wantonly beneath the talented ministrations of Boyd's tirelessly laboring tongue.
Thrusting her hips up as best she could against the restraining grip of his hands, she
sought even more of the titillating feel of his tongue-tip on the super-sensitive flesh of
her genitals. Her mind was a fuzzy maze of arousal, devoid of anything but pure animal
craving for more of his lewd lingual caresses.
"Oh Boyd!" she mumbled in a voice that sounded to her as though it were coming from
a million miles away. "You're sucking my pussy so beautifully. You're driving me out of
my mind, darling! Oooooh! Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd!"
Now his tongue was forcing its way up between her tight-clutching pussy walls. "Yessss,
darling. Fuck me with your tongue! Just like that! Aaaaaggghhh!"
Her cunt clasped his tongue lewdly as it penetrated as far as it could go up into the
moistly hungering darkness of her belly, trying to hold it, to force it even farther up
inside.
Boyd felt as though his tongue was being torn from its roots as he strove to shove it
farther into the tight recesses of Mary's pussy. His prick was pulsing painfully now as it
became more and more agitated by the nubile young woman's intense sexual vibrations.
Jesus! This is the hottest cunt I've ever met in my life, he thought excitedly as he
worked his tongue in and out of her pussy-hole then round and round her palpitating
clitoris, never relaxing his grip on her trembling hips.
As Boyd's wife continued to watch from her sanctuary in the den, she became more and
more impressed by the uninhibited sexuality of this young woman Boyd had picked up
in a department store.
With juices flowing wetly from her cunt, Lili imagined how wonderful it would feel to
press her body close to Mary's and kiss her in a long passionate woman's embrace. Lili
loved to make love to women too – they were so soft and responsive and so purely
sensual. Making love to a man was meat and potatoes, but making love to a woman
was sweetness, like dessert.
The watching wife began to work two fingertips in and out of her hungering cunt as
she watched her husband prepare to fuck the younger woman lying hot and ready on
the carpet before him. With the white nightgown around her neck, her blonde curls in
disarray, Mary looked as lewdly tantalizing as a ravished angel, eyes closed, face flushed
with the growing frenzy of lovemaking.
Mary's eyes flew open in dismay when the big man's tongue finally deserted her pussy.
She saw that he was kneeling naked between her legs now, his fully erect cock in his
hand and aimed directly for her moistly pulsing cunt.
"Oh darling, what a lovely big cock you have," she told him breathlessly, her eyes
growing wide as they stared at his rock-hard member. "Do you think it'll all fit up
inside me?"
"Well, I'm sure going to make a good stab at it, baby," Boyd told her. He pressed his
swollen cock-head against the flowering entrance to her pussy and shoved.
"Aaarrrgghhhh!" she wailed in combined pain and pleasure as his massive girth soared
up into her receptive pussy. The tight-clenching walls put up spontaneous resistance to
his intrusion although they craved the presence of that thick filling cock, and Boyd had
to grit his teeth and shove harder to get all his length buried up in her snug cunt.
"Jeez, that's one tight little pussy," he told her, relishing the rubbery tautness of her
snatch around the throbbing shaft of his prick. "You're not a virgin, are you, baby?"
Mary was slightly offended. She was no green kid, and she didn't want anyone to think
so.
"Of course I'm not a virgin," she told him, gazing directly into his eyes. "Why? Do you
like virgins best?"
"No sirreeee. I like a lady who knows what she wants and can take it... all of it. But
your cunt is so damned tight, baby. It feels like it was made just 'specially for my cock."
"Maybe it was," she told him seductively, purposely clenching her cunt muscles more
tightly around the ample girth of his embedded member.
"Oooo-eee! Beautiful, doll. You've got a cunt in a million."
Incited by the snug caress of her obscenely clutching pussy, Boyd began to work his
prick tentatively back and forth inside the smoldering depths of her belly, gradually
establishing a regular rhythm. He leaned .forward and began to suck on the up-thrust
nipple of one firm breast to increase the sensory stimulation he was delivering to the
sexy young woman.
Mary was delighted by her new lover's expert caresses and she ran her hands
encouragingly through his hair as he bent over first one and then the other perky
nipple, titillating them with his tongue. His cock stroked smoothly and evenly in and
out of her receptive cunt.
"Oooooh. Ooohhh, Gawd. Yess! Do it like that! Fuck me! Oh fuck me, Boyd!"
She raised her legs high in the air and wrapped them tightly around his back, kicking
his buttocks with her heels, urging him to penetrate even farther up into the welcoming
wet depths of her pussy.
He raised his head from her saliva-glistening nipples and planted his mouth on hers,
kissing her harshly and possessively. Their First kiss.
Mary's tongue shot out and dueled boldly with his in a completely uninhibited oral
caress that helped intensify the erotic stimulation of their wanton coupling on the floor
of Boyd's apartment.
From her hiding place on the other side of the French doors, Lili watched with building
fascination the abandoned fucking between her husband and the young stranger. The
brunette was kneeling on the floor now, her fingers, three of them, ramming
rhythmically in and out of her grasping cunt in time to Boyd's strokes into his new
mistress's cunt.
Fuck her, Boyd. Fuck her, darling! Show her what a wonderful lover you are!
As Lili watched her husband servicing the writhing blonde, she imagined how thick and
filling his cock always felt inside her own cunt, and the sweet memories of their own
lovemaking sessions kept her right up on a sexual peak with Mary and
Boyd, who were obviously building toward a crisis of their own.
The fulfillment of her fondest fantasy – being fucked thoroughly and well by a
handsome, generous, wealthy older man who obviously liked her – was driving the
young blonde higher and higher toward orgasm. She kicked her feet harshly down
against Boyd's back, encouraging him the way a jockey encourages a horse down the
stretch.
"Fuck me, darling! Fuck me! You're the most wonderful lover I ever had."
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he nuzzled into her shoulder,
obviously concentrating all his attention on the powerful plunging strokes of his prick
up into her hungry cunt.
Boyd had not felt so totally involved by a fucking experience in a long time. The tight
clenching grip of the young blonde's twat on his cock was driving him wild. While she
bucked and churned and groaned beneath him like an unbroken horse, he grabbed her
more firmly by the shapely swells of her hips and rammed his prick harder, faster,
deeper-harder, faster, deeper.
Suddenly the unending stimulation became more than the pretty blonde could bear,
and she found herself riding high on a feverish rocket of release that made her body
tremble convulsively.
"Oh, Gawwwddd. I'm cummmming. Oh, darling. You're making me cummm."
Her hips rocking hard up against him, she planted endless hot kisses on his neck and
shoulders as she rode the good ride to that faraway land of sensual contentment.
As she clutched him in the paroxysms of her own climax, Boyd began to thrust his hips
unevenly against her, driving the spurting jets of his cum far into her hungrily
accepting belly.
"Jee-zuz, me too, baby! God, you've got a sweet little cunt!" His moans blended with
hers as they began the long slow descent back to reality.
Lili was only waiting for the others to reach orgasm so she too could welcome her
release. She knew just how to manipulate her clitoris to bring herself to climax, and as
her husband pumped the final drops of his sperm into the panting blonde, Lili humped
feverishly and groaned out her own culminating pleasure. Even now she didn't make a
sound, for she still had enough presence of mind to remember that she wanted to
surprise her young visitor when she made her unscheduled appearance.
She leaned her head against the door, clutching her wet pussy, waiting for the right
moment to join Boyd and their young protege.
Lulled by the soothing effects of the martinis and the intense release of her orgasm,
Mary snuggled against the big man and ran her hands lovingly up and down his back,
exploring the curves and ripples of him at her ease.
"You're very pretty," she said. "And you're a wonderful lover. But I guess you already
know my opinion on your lovemaking."
"Yes, you made that delightfully clear, my dear. Again and again. You are what is called
a very vocal fuck."
Mary frowned. "Does that bother you?" she asked anxiously. "I can be quiet if you want
me to."
He ran a hand gently through her tousled curls, then sat up and reached for a cigarette
from the coffee table.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. You can make all the noise you want.
I like it."
Following his example, Mary sat up too, her attention focused on the crumpled band of
material around her neck. Carefully she smoothed the nightgown down over her body.
"Hey, it didn't even get wrinkled." She laughed delightedly, then looked up in search of
Boyd. He had shifted position.
Her hazel eyes grew as wide as saucers when they landed upon a long-haired brunette
in a blue satin robe who was standing watching her, her arm linked through Boyd's.
"Who... who are you?" Mary asked, a tremor of apprehension vibrating her words.
"Mary, this is my wife, Lili," Boyd said.
Lili came forward, knelt down and took the younger woman's hand in her own.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mary," she said, just as though she meant it.


Chapter 5

Mary was dumfounded.
"You're... you're not angry?" she asked in amazement.
Lili was stroking the blonde's hand and lower arm soothingly. "No, darling, of course
not. Why would I be angry?"
"Well... because he's your husband. And I... you don't even know me."
Tears began to spill from Mary's hazel eyes as she realized the extent of the older man's
betrayal. She looked up at him accusingly.
"Why didn't you tell me you were married? What kind of girl do you think I am
anyway?"
Boyd knelt down next to her, on the side opposite his wife.
"I think you're a very nice girl... a very pretty girl... a very sexy girl. We both do." He
reached over and patted his wife's arm, at the same time gently brushing a tear from the
distraught blonde's cheek.
Boyd's gentle caress only fired the coals of Mary's self-pity, and she began to cry in
earnest now, rolling over on one side and sobbing fitfully.
"I... I thought you liked me. I thought... we were... going to be... friends."
"We are going to be friends," Lili said. "At least I certainly hope so. Listen, darling, just
because Boyd is married doesn't mean you and he can't be friends. Only I'd like to be
your friend too, if you'll let me."
Mary looked up doubtfully at the older woman. "You want us to be friends? All three of
us?" The young girl was beginning to suspect there was more here than met the eye.
She felt a strange little tingle of titillation run up her spine.
Lili stretched out full-length next to the blonde and continued to stroke her soothingly,
pressing her own body against the girl's. "Is there anything so strange about that?
You're a very beautiful young woman, Mary. I would think that all the world would
like to be your friend."
She began to plant light little kisses on the girl's cheek, licking away her tangy salt
tears.
"Anyone as pretty as you, Mary darling, shouldn't be crying. I'll take care of those nasty
old tears."
Mary felt a strange tremor of excitement at the unaccustomed closeness of another
woman, and despite herself, she could feel her moist pussy beginning to tingle again.
She'd never been kissed by a woman before. Never dared think of such a thing. But it
felt good – exciting – even kisses as light as those Lili was raining down on her cheeks.
Mary was attracted to the lovely older woman. There was something very gentle, yet at
the same time very sensual about her. And her hair – her long chestnut hair was so
beautiful.
Responding to Lili's comfort like an unhappy child, Mary began to stroke the other
woman's hair with long, sensuous caresses, reveling in the silky softness of it.
"What beautiful hair you have," she said, her hazel eyes meeting Lili's green ones for a
moment. The women shared a look of mutual admiration, then suddenly they were
kissing, their lips exploring one another's mouths hungrily, their tongues fighting an
eager duel.
Boyd enjoyed watching his wife making love to another woman. Carefully, so as not to
disturb the kissing women more than was necessary, he eased his wife's robe down and
off, and then began to maneuver Mary out of her nightgown.
The young salesgirl was intensely titillated by the realization that she was about to
become involved in a kind of lovemaking totally new to her. She complied readily with
the older man's efforts to remove her nightie, anxious to experience more of this
forbidden lovemaking between women, anxious to feel the other woman's slender body
naked against her own.
At last they were naked against one another – the lush, curly-headed blonde and the
sleek brunette. Being more experienced in these matters, Lili took it upon herself to
take the lead in their sexual encounter and she rolled her slender body on top of
Mary's, pressing her small firm breasts down into the larger soft globes of Mary's
breasts. She ground her pubis down against the younger woman's, enjoying the obscene
clitoral stimulation of cunt gyrating against cunt.
"Darling, you're wonderful," she whispered into the girl's ear while her hips continued
to make little circular motions down against her partner's pussy.
Although Mary had never been together with a woman like this before, she found
herself thoroughly turned on by the stimulation of the other woman's naked body
grinding down against hers. Perhaps the combined effects of the alcohol she'd drunk
earlier and her sensual experience with Lili's husband had helped loosen her
inhibitions, but whatever it was, she knew she wanted more of this new erotic
titillation.
"I love the feel of your pussy against mine," she whispered hoarsely, her lips again
seeking out Lili's and welding against them in a passionate, no-holds-barred kiss. She
began to take the initiative in grinding her pussy back up against Lili's, matching the
older woman's rhythm in an obscene orgy of clitoral stimulation.
Delighted by the responsiveness of her husband's young "discovery", Lili began to toy
with plans to increase the intensity of their lascivious mating. She sucked ravenously on
the other girl's tongue, in an obscene parody of intercourse, while at the same time she
raised and lowered her buttocks like a man does when he's fucking a woman, to shock
both her own clitoris and Mary's to higher peaks of erect excitement.
Then, eager to explore more intimately the secret recesses of the girl's tender pussy, she
turned herself around so her head was now poised over Mary's cunt, her own cunt over
Mary's face. She gazed adoringly for a moment at the pretty little patch of Mary's white
blonde pubic hair, and the slightly protruding nub of Her clitoris that sparkled
invitingly with the combined juices of her own excitement and Boyd's earlier
ejaculation. She fired the furnaces of her own lust for long moments while she just
stared at the crevice of Mary's pussy, and at last, with a low groan, she lowered her
head between the younger woman's legs and began to suck the up-thrust little bud,
licking and laving it to erection.
"Oooohh! Oh my Gawd!" Mary exclaimed, raising her hips slightly to give the other
woman access to her hotly responding clitoris. She'd realized that Lili had something
like this in mind when she changed position, but she hadn't been fully prepared for the
shocking stimulation of the other woman's mouth on her most sensitive sexual organ.
This made the second time this evening she was having her pussy eaten, but she
actually found a notable difference between Boyd's technique and Lili's.
There was something extra-sensuous about having a woman explore the secret recesses
of her pussy – something extra-sensitive about the touch of another person who knew
from experience what it felt like to have her clitoris licked or her pussy-lips sucked.
"Oh Lili, darling. You're making my pussy feel so good. My clit's on fire, baby." She
reveled in every swipe of the other woman's tongue over her clitoris, then back and
forth along the fluttering lips of her cunt. From time to time, Lili would dart her
tongue-tip just for a moment up into the tight hole to her vagina and then farther back
and up into the rubbery circle of her sphincter.
"Jesus! Oh Gawd, you're driving me wild!"
At the moment, Mary thought she had never in her young life had a lover as sensuous,
as uninhibited as Lili Marshall. Her body was trembling crazily with the unexpected,
shocking assault of the other woman's darting, lapping tongue. Every sensual barrier
relaxed, every nerve-ending playing to the tune of Lili's talented mouth; Mary felt ready
for anything, ready to explore any aspect of pleasure-giving sensuality.
It was only now, as she stared up at the gently undulating triangle of Lili's pussy, that
the blonde realized she had an opportunity to do something for Lili in return.
She could lick Lili's cunt while Lili worked on her own dilating pussy.
For a moment the young woman felt slightly repulsed by the idea of putting her mouth
on another woman's genitals, but then, as her body squirmed to another attack from
Lili's tongue, she began to appreciate the allure of the neat dark patch of the older
woman's pubic hair and the pink moist flesh lurking beneath.
Gently Mary parted the lips of Lili's pussy and, raising her head slightly, she protruded
her tongue and ran it timidly along one gleaming lip of Lili's moist fleshy pussy. Much
to her surprise, that first taste was enough to lure her farther, and she began to lap Lili's
cunt in earnest, nibbling greedily at the tender flanges of her pussy, then sucking hard
on her erect little clitoris.
"Oh, Mary darling," Lili exclaimed, breaking away from her task between the blonde's
legs for a moment to express her own appreciation of the pleasure Mary was bringing
her needing pussy.
What a find this young girl was! There was nothing about sensuality that she wasn't
eager to explore! And she had so much natural talent!
"Gawd! My pussy feels wonderful," the brunette moaned huskily, then once again she
extended her tongue and vibrated it moistly over the blood-swollen peak of Mary's
clitoris.
Sitting beside the two lewdly entwined women, Boyd was hypnotized by the spectacle of
their open, spontaneous sensuality that seemed to have cast its own aura about the
room so that it actually reeked of eroticism. The big man stroked his cock absently as
he watched, and he could feel the first tremors of renewing life as he became more and
more aroused by the girls' uninhibited performance.
Jeez, I've really got a couple of hot bitches on my hands, he thought lasciviously. He
was glad to know he had Kit in the next room to help out when needed.
Mary was really getting into the swing of making love to another woman's pussy now.
It was simply a matter of thinking about how her own cunt was feeling, and what
would make it feel better. It was a little like narcissism, like staring at oneself in a
mirror, to make love to someone of the same sex.
It made her feel more sensitive to the mechanics of her pleasure, and to what created
that pleasure.
Devoting her whole consciousness to the tight pink pussy before her, the inexperienced
blonde ran her tongue wetly around Lili's responsive clitoris, then worried the narrow
lips of her cunt, then even experimented with shoving her tongue a little way into the
other's sphincter.
"Jee-zuz, Mary, you're really beautiful, darling. You don't know what you're doing to
me," Lili groaned excitedly as she gyrated her ass wantonly down toward the sucking
girl's face. "Stick your finger in my asshole, darling. Please!"
Mary was a little shocked by this new request, but obediently she moistened a finger in
the secreting hole of Lili's cunt, then slipped it up into her tight-gripping asshole. She
was pleasantly surprised to feel the same sensation in her own rectum as Lili slipped her
finger up inside Mary's sphincter at the same time.
As each woman gingerly manipulated a finger inside the anus of the other, they
continued to lick and lave one another's genitals to higher and higher peaks of sensual
excitement. Their shapely bodies gyrated wantonly in response to the effects of the
other woman's attentions. Each mewled and grunted up between the quavering thighs
of the other.
"Mary darling. You're beautiful. I love you, baby," Lili moaned in the full heat of her
passion.
"Oh Gawd, Lili, eat my pussy! Make me cum, Lili! Oh yesss, that's the way!"
Boyd's cock was almost fully erect now from the stimulating effects of watching the
women make love. He rose to his feet and went to the den to fetch Kit, deciding that
the time was about right to add a new ingredient to the wanton coupling on the living
room floor.
"Lili, Lili, I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!" Mary was shrieking as he headed back toward them,
the dog at his heels. He watched her thrusting her hips convulsively up at his wife's
face. He grinned as Lili strove to keep the younger woman pinned down, to keep her
own mouth glued to Mary's cunt until the girl had ridden out the full force of her
orgasm.
When Mary had relaxed somewhat, when her loud moans had faded to muted
whimpers even as she kept sucking at Lili's pussy like a thirsty baby, Lili looked up at
her husband and at their handsome German shepherd. She smiled. She knew exactly
what her husband was thinking, and she was ready for it, he could tell.
"Does your pussy feel good, darling?" Lili asked the young blonde in a soothing voice,
while she rolled her gently over onto her stomach and began to ease her up onto hands
and knees.
"Yes, oh yes. I feel wonderful, Lili. Thank you." Mary was smiling deliriously, her eyes
tight shut, but at last she became aware that something new was afoot, and she turned
her head around to look at her newest lover. "What are you doing, Lili? What's
happening?"
Mary's gaze lighted on the big German shepherd, and intuitively she experienced a little
shiver of apprehension.
"What's he doing here?" Mary asked, pointing at the dog while her other hand
continued to support her in her kneeling position.
"That's Kit, Mary. He lives here with Boyd and me. He's a wonderful dog. I just know
you're going to love him." Lili stroked the blonde's lush ass soothingly as she spoke,
trying to calm the younger woman's obvious nervousness.
She didn't want their prey to run off now, not before she and Boyd were done with her.
"But should he be in here when we're... doing this?" the girl asked anxiously, though
despite herself, her ass was rotating back against Lili's hand sliding salaciously back and
forth along her cunt furrow, hungrily seeking out still more sensual fulfillment.
"Why not?" Lili asked in a husky suggestive voice. "Kit likes to fuck too."


Chapter 6

Mary stared big-eyed at her new friend. "You mean... no, it can't..." But the look in her
lover's eye was enough to tell her the truth. "You mean, that dog fucks you?"
"He sure does, Mary darling. And he has the loveliest cock you've ever seen. Why don't
you give it a try, baby? I guarantee it'll be the experience of a lifetime."
Automatically the blonde tried to squirm away, to recover from her vulnerable position
on the floor, her ass flailing in the air as though in open invitation to the big animal.
But Lili caught her and held her firmly where she was, with the assistance of Boyd who
moved in and held her on the other side.
"It's going to feel good, Mary darling. Please take my word for it. Would I hurt you?"
Lili asked, her voice full of soft pleading.
The trembling shop girl considered this for a moment, and realized that the person who
was speaking was a very sensitive woman who only moments before had given her
some of the most intense pleasurable moments of her life. Surely Lili wouldn't steer her
wrong. She could trust Lili. Lili was her friend.
Lili and Boyd were the two most glamorous, most wonderful friends she'd ever had in
her whole life. If they wanted her to do this thing... then she'd do it.
"Well, okay... if you'll promise to make him stop if it hurts too much," she replied at
last, her voice almost a whisper, her face looking incredibly young and vulnerable as she
looked at the aroused older woman.
Lili couldn't resist bending down and planting a long sensuous kiss on the girl's lips.
She was such a soft vulnerable creature, and she was about to lose what little was left of
her innocence. It made Lili feel very attracted to the younger woman.
"Don't worry about a thing, darling. It's going to be a wonderful experience. Just wait
and see."
Feeling more naked and defenseless than she ever had in all her twenty years, Mary
knelt apprehensively on the soft pile of the carpet while Boyd called the dog – the big
German shepherd who was about to become her third lover of the evening.
"Come on, boy, over here. Up, boy, up," Boyd instructed the animal, patting one
buttock to encourage the dog to mount the quivering blonde woman.
Mary felt a hot wave of shame wash over her as she felt the animal's paws lock around
her hips, as she felt the weight of his bestial presence up behind her. Grimly she looked
round at Lili for reassurance, but her girl friend's eyes were locked to the place behind
Mary where the dog's prick was swaying back and forth up between her thighs,
frantically seeking a lodging place.
The inexperienced blonde became acutely aware of the blood-swollen hardness of the
dog's cock as again and again it prodded the sensitive flesh of her moist pussy without
success. She could feel her pussy-juices flowing once again at the prospect of having
something hard and filling soaring up between her greedy cuntal walls. Abandoning
herself to the debauched fate that had been cut out for her, she began to rotate her ass
cheeks back in lewd attempts to trap the tapered dog prick and force it up into her
hungering pussy.
Kneeling on either side of their young protegee, Boyd and Lili smiled across her back at
one another as Mary began to respond to the obscene prospect of being fucked by an
animal.
"She's an absolute jewel, darling," Lili whispered to her husband, but she could have
spoken aloud, for all the attention Mary was paying to anything but the rock-hard
animal prick slipping and sliding back and forth in the hotly aroused crevice of her
cunt.
"When's he going to fuck me, Lili?" she asked anxiously, when the repeated futility of
the dog's and her own efforts had become too much to bear. "My pussy is already."
Lili and Boyd, too, were anxious to watch the young blonde take the hard long dogprick 
up in her tight little pussy. It was Boyd who took the initiative and grabbed the
animal's penis, guiding it toward the wetly dilating hole of her cunt.
"So your little cunt wants old Kit's prick up inside, eh, Mary honey?" he asked lewdly,
prodding the tapered tip of the dog's cock against her cunt-hole as he spoke.
"Mmmmm," Mary moaned, responding at once to the pressure of the animal's cockhead 
against her craving pussy. "Oh yes, Boyd. Please let me have it. I want all of it up
inside me!"
The young blonde shivered slightly. She was now kneeling naked in front of two
relative strangers begging to be fucked by a brute beast. But the very knowledge of her
own depraved guilt turned into its own kind of excitement, and she wanted to be
fucked by the big German shepherd more than ever.
She wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked until she couldn't stand any more. And
that would be a long time, she thought recklessly as she maneuvered her pussy up a
little higher to give the dog easier access.
At last Boyd guided the dog's prick up into Mary's pussy and then let go, leaving it up
to Kit to carry on from there.
At once the big animal began to shove his swollen member far up into the girl's waiting
cunt, not stopping for a moment until it was buried all the way inside. Then, without
giving the female time to accustom herself to his unnatural presence, he began to pump
hard and fast and rhythmically in and out of her tight-clasping pussy-hole, slamming
his furry belly obscenely against her white ass on each determined in-stroke.
"Ooooohhh, aaaaggghhh," Mary moaned at the unexpected harsliness of the dog's
prick. She had anticipated something more like a man's way of fucking, and her extra
tight pussy was strained to the utmost in its attempts to accommodate the animal's
tireless rhythm. "He's hurting me, Lili! Make him stop!" she begged half-heartedly,
though her buttocks were rotating wildly, trying to find the best position for taking
Kit's furious skewering.
"It won't hurt long, darling. Give him a chance. Think about how good that wonderful
big cock feels up inside. And relax. Just relax."
Lili's tongue was lolling as she watched the younger woman's milk-white ass being
parted by the hard-driving red flash of the dog's tapered prick. Adjusting her position
slightly so she was kneeling with her head practically right under Mary's hip, she was
able to watch the rubbery pink flesh of the other woman's pussy parting to take the
rampaging animal cock up inside.
"Oh Mary darling, you should see Kit's big red prick fucking you. Gawd, does it feel
good, baby?" The obscenity of her own words caused the pussy-juices to gush from her
cunt as she waved her ass in sympathetic rhythm with the girl's struggling fucking
motions. She was delighted to feel her husband move in behind her and slip his erect
penis in between her craving pussy-lips, wetting his whole turgid length before
ramming it right up into her hot cunt.
"Oh Boyd. Oh Gawd. Your prick feels delicious, sweetheart," Lili moaned as her eyes
remained glued to the pink slit of Mary's pussy that was opening wide on each instroke 
to take the shaft of the dog's red cock.
Mary felt hurt and deserted at first when she realized her new friends weren't taking the
slightest interest in her pain. But as her pussy gradually relaxed, she found the dull pain
turning to acute pleasure, and she was rotating her ass-cheeks back for the sole purpose
of forcing as much of that hard dog-prick as possible up into her slippery, greedy pussy.
"You were right, Lili," she said excitedly, "it doesn't hurt any more. In fact, it feels
wonderful. Oh yessss! It's like having a big old fucking machine just to make me feel
good."
She looked round at her new friends and watched Boyd fucking his wife from behind
while they watched her getting screwed by an animal. Suddenly she realized the strange
kind of togetherness the three of them – well, the four of them – were experiencing. It
was the ultimate encounter. Fucking together. Feeling good together.
Mary was feeling very happy that she had delivered that parcel tonight. When Boyd had
opened the door for her, she didn't know it, but she was walking into a whole new
lifestyle.
A wild, sophisticated, rich life among the jetsetters.
"Oh Lili, it's wonderful. Gawd, it's terrific!" she exclaimed, and began to undulate her
ass more wildly yet in response to the dog's ceaseless drubbing.
"What did I tell you, darling?" Lili murmured in a voice that was contorted with raw
lust. Her husband's thick long prick sawing steadily into her from behind was driving
her to new pinnacles of molten desire, and the sight of Mary responding so wantonly to
the dog was extra fuel for her raging internal fires. She thrust her buttocks back hard
against Boyd's skewering prick, holding it far up inside her for a moment, squeezing it
with her cunt muscles, before she'd let it escape for another assault. She didn't know
when her cunt had felt so good. There was something extra titillating about being
fucked and watching someone else being fucked at the same time.
Especially when it was a young inexperienced girl being fucked by a dog for the first
time. That was the wildest trip of all.
Boyd watched his wife's tight little ass thrusting back to engulf his throbbing prick,
then looked over at the naive young Mary who, all in one night, had learned how to
make love to another woman and to a dog. He decided it had been one hell of an idea
to bring in a strange young woman like this and introduce her to the varied pleasures
of the flesh. And it had been fantastic good luck to find a subject like Mary Kelly.
His lustful gaze locked on her creamy-white buttocks churning back to meet the dog's
long tapered prick that was fucking her with the tireless intensity of a jack-hammer.
"How's that dog cock feel up in that greedy little twat of yours, Mary honey?" he
taunted her.
"Oh, Boyd," Mary moaned. "He's fucking me so good. My little pussy feels so good,
Boyd."
The intensely aroused blonde wasn't sure how much more of this incredible excitement
she could take. She'd wanted to be fucked till she couldn't fuck any more, and she felt
that it wouldn't be long now until she reached her limit.
But first... first there was that delicious pressure deep in the pit of her belly that
threatened to build into a wild climactic explosion.
The young salesgirl began to work her ass feverishly back and forth in wanton reply to
the dog's steadily working cock. She reached back and began to run her finger moistly
over the hard nub of her clitoris. This was total sensuality and she loved it. She was so
glad she'd met Lili and Boyd. They could have such fine times together now, now that
they knew all they needed to know about one another.
"Gawd, look at her go, Boyd," Lili moaned from her vantage point next to Mary's
undulating hips. "She's really turned on. She's even playing with her own clit. Oh
Mary, darling, you're wonderful." Emulating her young friend's behavior, she reached
back and began to swirl her fingertip around her own clitoris, wringing new erotic
sensations from its sensitive peak and valleys.
The two women realized they were in a race to the finish now, and they both rocked
their shapely bodies furiously back and forth, shocking the waves of pleasure from the
depths of their bellies.
They ended in a photo finish.
"Oh Gawd, I'm cumming!" Lili wailed, driving her ass back against her husband's prick
with the frenzy of a woman possessed.
"Me too, me too, Lili darling! I'm cummm-ing-g-g!" Mary joined Lili's chorus of wails
and drove her buttocks back to swallow the shooting spurts of the dog's climax that she
could now feel beginning to dart up into her. "He's cumming in me too!" she groaned
excitedly. "Lili, your dog is shooting his cum up into my belly. Oh Gawd!" The blonde
closed her eyes in sheer bliss.
"Here I cum, too," Boyd hollered. Watching the women get their rocks off had been the
final shove he'd needed to put him over the top. He grabbed hold of his wife's ass and
shot his load of semen far up into her still wriggling belly, then collapsed heavily on top
of her.
All was silent in the room for several moments, while each of the orgiasts found his or
her own way down from the dizzying heights of climax. It was Lili who was the first to
rise to her feet and urge the others into activity.
"Okay, everybody. I think we've earned a midnight snack, don't you?"
"Champagne and caviar," Boyd bellowed. "Nothing else would be equal to the
occasion."
"Right you are, darling. Mary, why don't you help me? It's our houseboy's night off."
"Sure."
The tousled blonde rose shakily to her feet and followed her hostess down the hall.
Within minutes they were back with a silver tray loaded with drinks, glasses and
goodies. All four of them ate hungrily, Kit taking his champagne from a special wide
mouthed champagne glass.
"Mary, you're really something special," Boyd told their young guest.
"Oh I don't know," she giggled shyly.
"No, Boyd's right," Lili interrupted. "You really are an exceptionally beautiful and sexy
young woman. Why don't you come to a party with us Saturday night?"
"Sure, I'd love to." Mary could scarcely believe her ears. She was eating champagne and
caviar with her new lovers in their beautiful penthouse apartment. And now they
wanted her to go to a party with them. They really liked her! At last, life was opening
up for her. She was entering the glamorous world she'd always dreamed of.
"Good," Lili said happily. "And seeing Saturday is only two nights away, why don't you
just stay here with us until then?"
"But, Lili, I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Hell, what's a crummy little job like that worth to you? A beautiful girl like you should
have something better," Boyd told her. "Why don't you just quit? You won't have to
worry about anything while you're with us."
Mary was overwhelmed. She stared starry-eyed at her new friends.
"You guys are wonderful," she squealed, hugging first one and then the other.
"It's no more than you deserve, baby," Boyd told her as he bit into a cracker smeared
thick with caviar.
"Right," Lili agreed. "And tomorrow we'll take you shopping for a new dress. I want
you to be a knockout Saturday night. The gang will just love you, I know."
Mary Kelly went to sleep that night with visions of sugar plums dancing in her head.
Only the sugar plums were wearing fur coats, and diamonds, and Italian kid shoes
and...


Chapter 7

Mary wasn't quite sure how it had happened but she was lying naked in the middle of a
huge king-size bed, surrounded by a standing audience of perhaps twelve fully dressed
couples.
"What did we tell you?" Lili was saying to an elegant-looking brunette, who was their
hostess for the evening. "Isn't she something?"
"She's lovely, my dear," the other woman replied, her lazy dark eyes surveying Mary's
vulnerable nakedness critically. "I'm looking forward to watching her perform."
Mary was having difficulty coping with the absurdity of her present situation. Ever since
she and Boyd and Lili had arrived at the party, the young blonde had been surrounded
by admiring strangers who looked at her and stroked her and complimented her two
friends on their good taste, just as though Mary had been a new car or a prize race
horse Boyd and Lili were showing off for the others' approval.
Mary had been incredibly excited about the party. She and Boyd and Lili had had a
wonderful time the last two days shopping for her sexy, blue-velvet backless evening
gown, and the young country girl felt she'd never looked so glamorous in her life. But
after several drags off various marijuana cigarettes, and two or three screwdrivers, she'd
put up no resistance when Boyd and Lili stripped off her clothes and laid her on the
bed, then brought in the other guests to have a look at their new "find". 
The young blonde's drug-addled mind couldn't figure out what was going on. She
figured she'd just have to trust her two friends to know what was best for her.
More than anything else, she wanted the handsome older couple to be proud of her.
She'd do anything to keep them happy with her. Anything.
So the sensuous young woman stretched out voluptuously on the bed, perversely
excited by the admiring stares of so many beautiful, sophisticated people.
She felt more secure when Lili sat down next to her and began running her hands back
and forth from one tender nipple to the other, provoking the sensitive nubbins until
they stood up eager and erect from her large up-thrust breasts.
"Feel good, darling?" Lili asked, just as if they were alone in the privacy of their own
apartment.
Drifting with euphoric effects of the alcohol, Mary closed her eyes and concentrated on
the sensations of searing lust. She could feel moisture building up between her legs as
Lili's hands roved over her breasts and the gentle swell of her smooth, petal-soft belly,
just grazing the top of her blonde pussy-triangle.
"Mmmmm, yes. It feels wonderful, Lili," she answered in a soft little girl's voice that
betrayed her lack of confidence. She kept her eyes tightly shut to blot out the spectacle
of the eager, admiring eyes.
What did they want from her? She didn't know, but she felt the tremors of mixed fear
and excitement gnawing at the deepest recesses of her belly.
"Why don't you reach down and play with your clit, darling?" Lili whispered in the
younger woman's ear while her hands continued roving over Mary's naked torso.
Mary was shocked by the suggestion, but she reminded herself at once that it was Lili,
her best friend, who was asking this of her. And she couldn't disappoint Lili. Not for
anything.
Obediently the young blonde reached down and planted a fingertip on the slightly
stiffened bud of her clitoris. Her hands were icy cold from fear, and the shocking
contact of cold finger on hot clitoris sent a quick rush of excitement through her naked
loins.
"Oohh," she moaned, her finger automatically burrowing farther down between her
parted pussy-lips to feed the growing hunger that was throbbing there. "My pussy feels
good, Lili," she told the older woman.
"I know darling," Lili answered her, at the same time smiling suggestively up at her
watching friends. "You have a lovely little pussy, Mary honey. Show us how you make
it feel good. Go ahead, darling. Do whatever you like."
With her eyes closed, Mary was able to create for herself a fantasy that she was alone in
the bedroom with her friend Lili, that she was playing with herself for Lili's enjoyment
alone. She could feel the lust-tendrils nagging steadily at her pussy-hole, and she ran
her fingertip around and around its yielding flesh to inspire her nerve-endings with
more excitation.
From the seeping entrance to her cunt, she ran her finger back up to her swelling
clitoris, grazing it with the maddening caress of her probing finger, bringing it to a state
of blood-engorged erection. Now that her finger was wetter with the juices from her hot
pussy, it slipped easily over the slick silky surface.
"Ooooohhh, aaaaahhh," she moaned deliriously, all her mind and senses concentrating
on the thrilling sensations soaring from her pulsing clitoris. She ran her finger back and
forth along the tender flanges of her pussy, prodding harshly at the rubbery softness of
her cunt-hole. Each time she passed its flaring entrance, she reached far back between
her thighs to tickle the puckered hole of her sphincter. "Mmmmmm, yummy, oh Lili.
Everything feels so good. My body feels so alive."
"That's good grass, isn't it, darling," Lili quipped.
Lili rose to her feet and stood next to Boyd, lightly caressing her husband's back as she
joined the others as a spectator to the lust-inspiring vision on the bed.
Mary lay sprawled out on her back on the bed, her legs spread lewdly wide as her
fingers explored the gleaming dampness of her pink pussy. The girl opened her eyes for
a moment and smiled lazily up at her audience. She shoved a glistening finger far up
into her welcoming pussy-hole. Then she closed her eyes once again, her face
contorting into a mask of preoccupied lust. Her finger began to fuck regularly in and
out of the tight little cunt.
The young woman was far enough gone now that she was actually taking perverse
pleasure from the knowledge that strangers were enjoying watching her. She
concentrated on showing these handsome, sophisticated people how sensuous she really
was, how she could make her shapely body come alive to the rhythm of her own
debauched self-manipulation.
Her juice-slickened fingers flew back and forth along her pussy-slit, now ramming in
and out of her cunt, now skimming the outer surface from her sensitive asshole to the
rigid nub of her clitoris. She drew her legs up so her heels rested against her ass-cheeks,
giving her better access to her cunt, and giving her viewers a better view of her wet little
pussy.
Like a child, she shoved one thumb into her mouth and sucked lewdly on it while her
other hand massaged her genitals to a state of rapt tension.
"Oh Gawd," she moaned, "my pussy's on fire. It feels so good, everybody. You don't
know how good it feels to stick my finger up inside my pussy."
Egged on by her own lewd words and by her knowledge of her captive audience, she
opened her eyes and stared from one face to another, enjoying the leering arousal she
read there. The crowd watched her ass buck energetically up and down, squirming
against the inciting caresses of her tireless fingers.
"God, Boyd, you found herself a real nympho there. Look at her fingering her twat like
a goddamned whore. She loves it, the little bitch." The excited male voice bore
unmistakable traces of an English accent.
Yes, I love it. You bet I love it. Why shouldn't I make my own pussy feel good? She was
far off on her own trip now, off where no one and no words could hurt her.
Her tongue protruding slightly between her gleaming lips, she concentrated on the
liquid flow of her fingers over her hungering cunt. It felt so good, she wanted to do
more. What else could she do to make herself soar?
Her momentary confusion was forgotten as she felt an added weight on the bed. Her
eyes flew open. She spotted Kit, the big German shepherd, whose nose closed right in
on the excitement-scented slit between her thighs. At once his nose grazed her clitoris,
and the sudden cold wet contact drove the girl wild.
"Oh my Gawd. That's it, Kit darling. Lick my pussy, for me, sweetheart! Mary needs it
so bad." Her head rocking from side to side, she thrust her pussy up toward the dog's
nose, encouraging him to probe deeper into her hungering cunt-crevice.
It had been Boyd's inspiration to fetch Kit from the other room, and he was pleased
and excited by how quickly the dog had included himself in the girl's obscene
masturbation. He could tell by the way his friend's eyes never left the bed, the way they
were caressing one another through their clothing, that Mary was making a big hit.
His friends had so much of fucking that it bored them to do things the same old way all
the time.
Like Lili and Boyd, they were always on the lookout for new kicks, new thrills.
And Mary was their thrill for tonight. Better than a porn flick, she was alive, squirming
and panting right before their eyes. Boyd had to hand it to his young protegee, she was
putting on one hell of a show.
"Have you ever seen a woman as turned on as this one?" he asked the woman standing
next to him.
"No, Boyd, I haven't. This girl could really give Linda Lovelace a run for her money."
The diminutive redhead giggled and gave Boyd's cock an affectionate squeeze, then she
turned back to the show on the bed.
"Oh, Kit, you have such a wonderful tongue!" Mary squealed, as she rocked excitedly
under the dog's long tongue-swipes. The rough surface of Kit's tongue was an
unexpected treat to her hotly excited pussy, laving it and teasing it to ever-increasing
peaks of surging lust. His tongue caressed her craving genitals all the way from her
tight-clenched anus up over her quivering pussy-hole to the rock-hard nubbin of her
clitoris. Never had she known anything so strangely titillating. The darting fires of
arousal were raging out of control throughout her wantonly undulating body.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck! I can't stand it! It's driving me out of my mind!"
Her hips humped furiously up against the animal's tongue, her head tossed crazily from
side to side. She reached down and clasped Kit's head, drawing his muzzle closer into
her pulsing pussy, forcing his nose to ram against the yielding moistness of her
hungering cunt.
"Oh shit. Oh piss. Oh fuck. I'm... I'm cummming-g-g-g!" she bellowed at last, her
whole body bouncing out of control under the continued assault of the dog's tongue.
She continued to ram her cunt against his muzzle until her release was spent, then she
relaxed her hold on his fur and fell back exhausted against the bed.
As though from worlds away, the distant sound of applause filtered through her
drugged senses. She opened her eyes to watch the milling group of party guests
laughing and talking as they headed toward the bedroom door, from time to time
casting comments her way.
"Terrific show, darling," one woman told her. "You'll have to come to one of my parties
some, time."
"Boyd, old man," an older man was telling her friend. "Thank you for some primo
entertainment.
I haven't seen a cunt as hot as that one in a long time." She watched Boyd laugh and
head out into the living room with the others.
"That's one hell of a twat you've got there, baby," the man with the English accent said,
patting her lewdly on the pussy before joining the general exodus. "I'd love to get into
that," he told another man as he left the room. "I expect with a little patience... "
The room was empty, and Mary lay alone, her mind a blaze of guilt and confusion. She
felt dirty somehow, in a strange way she couldn't define. These were all sophisticated
people. They hadn't been shocked by her behavior, obviously. But still they'd left her
feeling somehow... used and abandoned.
Stop being silly. They liked you, she told herself sternly, but the tears were already
rolling down her cheeks.
She heard the rap of high heels, and then Lili's cheerful voice. "Come on, darling. We'll
have to get you back into your dress. We're all going down to Club Excelsior. And then
who knows where." She threw a hand in the air, and laughed excitedly.
"I... maybe I shouldn't go," Mary mumbled, turning her face away to hide her tears.
"What are you talking about silly? Of course you should go." Lili sat down beside the
younger woman and forced her to look at her. "Now what's the matter? Why the
tears?"
Suddenly the young blonde was sobbing. "Oh, Lili, what must they think of me? They
must think I'm some kind of pervert or something."
"Are you crazy? They think you're wonderful. They're all madly in love with that
perfect body of yours. Now come on and put on your dress, or you're going to make
me angry. Don't be a spoilsport, pet," she pleaded, her words again becoming softer,
though Mary hadn't missed the hard edge of impatience a moment before.
More frightened now of making her new friend angry than of being mocked by a group
of strangers, she began to struggle into her dress.
After all, what else was she going to do? She had no job, no money, no friends.
No friends other than Lili and Boyd, that is. And she couldn't afford to lose them now.
They were all she had in the whole world. They were her ticket to fame and glamour
and excitement.
The young blonde was beginning to realize being worldly and sophisticated wasn't as
easy as it looked. There were things to learn first.
Such as, how to hide your feelings. How to be a fun companion. How to help your
friends not feel bored.


Chapter 8

The following days were a hectic muddle of excitement for young Mary. There were
sumptuous dinners in grand restaurants; long nights on the town, trailing from club to
club consuming impressive quantities of alcohol; shopping expeditions with Boyd and
Lili which usually resulted in their purchasing some daring new outfit for their young
friend.
Her initial doubts about her place in Lili's and Boyd's lives were forgotten, and Mary
began to feel more and more like she had found the place where she belonged.
She learned gradually how to talk to the sophisticated older people, and she became less
self-conscious about their overt admiration of her voluptuous body, although there had
been no further occasions for her to appear naked before others. Except for the long
nights of lovemaking with Boyd and Lili and Kit.
All three actually seemed to take genuine pleasure in one another's company, and on
occasions, when Lili and Boyd were stumped for something new and exciting to do,
Mary could often be counted on to come up with some interesting and novel idea.
Like the night they appeared at the black-tie opening of the city ballet dressed as
hoboes and drunk as lords. All their friends had been impressed by that joke.
Lili and Boyd had decided to have a party in honor of Mary. "It'll be your coming out
party, darling," Lili said. "It'll be a far more exciting party than that one you went to at
Regina's place. People will be talking about this one for years."
Elaborate preparations were made. Carpenters called in. Drapery hung from the ceiling.
Roman-style couches provided for the living room. Mary was well rehearsed in what
was expected from her, and she had no qualms this time about complying with her
friends' request.
Anything Boyd and Lili wanted was all right with her.
The night of the party, thirty or forty men and women arrived dressed as early Romans,
as they'd been instructed by their hosts, and were delighted to find that the Marshalls'
apartment had been decorated to resemble the setting for a traditional Roman orgy.
With one exception. At one end of the living room had been erected a stage with
curtains of red velvet and a set that called to mind a Gay Nineties bedroom.
Excitement ran high as the guests sipped Italian wine and smoked marijuana,
exchanging bizarre suggestions on what the evening's entertainment was going to
involve.
"Maybe we're going to play charades," quipped a tall voluptuous blonde who wore an
elaborate braided hairdo and a purple velvet toga, cut very low in front.
"Personally, I'm expecting an impromptu appearance by Sarah Bernhardt," drawled the
Englishman.
"All right, everybody." Lili had mounted the stage and was clapping her hands to get
her guests' attention. "Find yourself a couch or a cushion. We have a little
entertainment."
Amid a buzz of animated voices the guests found seats and turned their eyes toward the
stage, where the only lights in the room were now focused. Someone had turned on a
record of early gramophone music that played softly in the background. For several
moments the stage remained empty as the tension in the room reached an anxious peak
and voices faded to a low murmur. Then a woman dressed in the elaborate costume of a
Gold Rush showgirl entered from stage left and proceeded to center stage.
It was Mary, who had not as yet made an appearance at the party. There was a low
babble of voices as first one guest and then another recognized her through the heavy
makeup she wore. Her eyes were accented by bright-green eye shadow and heavy
mascara and her brows penciled dark. Her lips and cheeks were bright red. She wore
long green peacock feathers in her hair.
The young woman on the stage made no notice of her audience, but proceeded to yawn
and stretch, as though she'd just come in from a long night's work and was ready for
bed. She walked over to the mirror and turned to left and right, admiring the ample
folds of her dress and the generous swell of her bosom which half overflowed from the
top. Surreptitiously she slipped a hand inside her d'colletage and pinched her nipple,
her face contorting momentarily into a look of raw craving lust.
She resumed her normal expression and reached back to undo the buttons of her dress,
finally pulling it over her head and standing before her spell-bound audience in white
corset and knee-length slip. Her legs were clad in black stockings and black high-heeled
shoes. She seemed to listen for a moment, but the only sound was the distant sound of
music-hall melodies.
Slowly she began to unlace her corset, until it was loose enough for her to ease it off.
Now she was naked to the waist, and she stood slightly awkward, still a young girl
despite her heavy makeup, and ran her hands searchingly over the full heavy globes of
her firm white breasts. Her eyes again clouded with desire as she poked and prodded at
the rubbery areolas of her sensitive nipples. They grew visibly larger as she played with
them, and it seemed as though the audience leaned slightly closer to the stage to get a
better look at her proud, excitement-swollen tits.
Obviously hotly aroused by these exploring self-caresses, the girl began to wrestle with
her half-slip, pulling it down over her hips and letting it fall at her feet. She kicked it
impatiently aside and stood up, now wearing only black garter and panties and black
shoes and stockings, her head of curly blonde hair still crowned by the grotesque
decoration of peacock feathers.
She turned around, her back to the audience so she could again look at herself in the
mirror. She began to slowly ease her panties down over the smooth lush swell of her
hips. She bent forward slightly as the waistband slid down to the top of the crack in her
ass and pulled again, baring the swelling roundness of her shapely cream-white buttocks
to her watchful audience.
She paused for a moment, with her panties just beneath her ass and looked around at
her audience, smiling lewdly at them. Then she eased her panties all the way down to
her ankles and let them hang there while she caressed the firmly rounded orbs with
trembling hands.
She ran a hand along the crack in her ass and wriggled her buttocks slightly in heated
response to the agonizing titillation. She was obviously becoming weak-kneed and she
fell to her knees with her profile to the audience and seemed to beckon to the wings
while she struggled to loosen the panties from her feet. Finally she let them remain
dangling from one ankle.
Lili was spellbound by Mary's convincing performance. Looking at other members of
the audience, she could see that there were already several cocks and pussies on view, so
hot was the response to the young blonde's lewd striptease. The woman next to her was
sucking a man's prick while her eyes remained riveted to the stage, while another
woman fingered her pussy from behind.
Lili smiled at the success of her party. The sexual vibes were so heavy in the room she
felt she could almost taste them.
Lili raised her own toga and began to fondle the seeping slit of her cunt as her attention
returned to the action on stage.
It was apparent now whom the girl had been calling. A big German shepherd loped out
from the wings and started to lick the girl's face enthusiastically. She raised her face to
give the dog better access to her chin and neck and she even extended her own tongue
to lap obscenely at the dog's thick rough tongue.
"Jeez, I didn't know girls we're allowed to play with dogs back in the old days,"
somebody quipped, but on one laughed. Everybody was too intimately involved in the
fantasy being spun out on the stage.
Obviously impatient of the kissing game, the young blonde began to tug at the dog's
neck, trying to coax him around behind her. At last he got the hint and loped around
to her ass, where he shoved his nose inquisitively up into the eagerly proffered crevice
between her buttocks.
The effect of the dog's probe was immediately apparent as the kneeling girl wriggled
her ass lasciviously back in the dog's face. Her tongue lolled from her mouth in her
anxious concentration on getting the animal to do the job that was expected of him.
Gradually the music faded, and the girl's voice became audible.
"Come on, Rover darling. Make my pussy feel good, lover. Lick my cunt for me, baby."
As she spoke in her soft little girl's voice, she shoved her ass upward to give the dog
access to her wet hungry cunt-slit.
The dog seemed only too happy to oblige and he extended his long thick tongue and
licked it wetly all the way up from the concealed bud of her clitoris to her puckered
sphincter.
"Oh, Rover. That's the way, baby. Make Candy's pussy feel real good, sweetie. You're
her very best friend, you know that. Aaaggghhhh," she moaned throatily as the dog
obeyed her hurried commands. She maneuvered her buttocks obscenely backward,
obviously trying to trap the dog's nose in the yielding flesh of her pussy-entrance.
"Mmmmm. Lap my cunt, Rover. Oh do it. Do it for Candy."
Young Mary was obviously totally engrossed in her role as Candy the dance-hall girl.
And Kit too seemed not the least confused by his new identity as Rover, the nineteenth
century canine lover. The two were throwing their whole attention into their roles. For
Mary, her excitement was intensified by looking around her. Everywhere there were
people sucking and fingering and fucking one another.
She'd turned on a whole roomful of people.
Not a bad trick for one little girl from the country.
Thoroughly titillated by her debauched one-girl show, the young blonde squirmed her
ass hungrily back in the dog's face, reveling in the exciting feel of his rough tongue on
her clitoris, her seeping cunt-entrance and her highly sensitized asshole.
Her arousal was reaching such a peak that she figured she couldn't take much more of
the agonizing teasing. For that's what it was as far as her hungering cunt was
concerned.
She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be fucked. And right now.
"Oh, Rover darling. I need you to fuck my pussy for me. Come on, Rover. Up, boy,
up."
Recognizing the familiar command, the dog drew reluctantly back from the provocative
flavor of the woman's wet pussy and mounted her hips, clasping his furry forelegs
obscenely around her garter-clad ass. Those in the audience still in a position to
concentrate watched the heavy red dog-prick bob lewdly between the blonde's buttocks
and surge forward, catching high up between her ass-cheeks.
"No, Kit, no, not there," Mary bellowed, dropping the act for the moment, while she
wriggled frantically to escape the dog's brutal impalement of her cruelly stretched
asshole. She crawled quickly forward, managing to dislodge the unnaturally embedded
cock, and maneuvered herself timidly back to her former position, grasping the animal's
prick with the obvious intention of guiding it to its proper resting place.
Lili stood at the rear of the living room, her back against a wall, her toga held up
around her waist while a man knelt before her titillating her clitoris with his tongue.
She had felt an acute surge of wanton excitement when she realized that Kit had
penetrated Mary's asshole and for one moment she hoped that he would maintain his
position and sodomize the girl. That would be one hell of a new twist.
Feeling a trifle disappointed that Mary had managed to escape her cruel predicament,
the slender brunette bent down toward her kneeling lover and whispered in his ear.
The man, who was Reginald the Englishman, smiled up at her and extended a finger to
the puckered hole of Lili's anus and shoved. He sunk it to the first knuckle in her
rubbery rectal depths, then began to work it lewdly back and forth in a perverse fucking
tempo while his tongue continued to inspire the growing nubbin of her clitoris.
"Jeez, that feels terrific, Reggie," Lili moaned through clenched teeth. "Fuck my asshole
with your finger like that, baby. Gawww-d-d, it really turns me on." The brunette's face
became strained with the building intensity of her excitement, but still she watched
Mary on stage as the young woman guided Kit's prick toward her obviously thoroughly
prepared cunt.
Mary guided the German shepherd's cock feverishly toward the greedy opening to her
wet throbbing cunt. With bated breath she prodded the tapered cock-tip against her
yielding pussy-hole and waited for the animal to take his cue and lunge forward up into
her smoldering vagina.
"Ooohh! Ooooohhh! Aaaaggghhh!" she moaned wantonly and all the room knew that
the dog's prick had found its way up into her craving pussy.
As though the hard filling presence of that swollen canine member had been all she
needed to turn into an animal in heat, she began to squirm her ass-cheeks
enthusiastically, encouraging the soaring penetration of the German shepherd's red
tapered cock.
With unerring instinct, the dog drove its rock-hard prick all the way up into the
woman's wet waiting pussy, then immediately established a hard-fucking tempo in-and
out, in-and-out. His sturdy buffeting drove the young woman forward on each in-stroke
and made the long peacock-feathers sway crazily with her movement.
"Oh Gawd, it feels sooo wonderful!" she wailed, her body, lewdly clad in stockings,
garter-belt and high heels, a wriggling inferno of uninhibited passion.
"Fuck me, Kit... oh, Rover... oh darling doggie, whatever your name is. Fuck me. Fuck
me. Fuck me."
The dog was obviously only too willing to oblige and he drove his swollen red prick
compulsively in and out of the human female's clenching pussy. From time to time he
had to run forward to keep up with the woman who was rocked forward across the
stage floor by the wild force of his skewering movements.
"Jeez, your prick feels so good in my little pussy, doggie," the girl moaned. "Do it some
more. Ah yes, that's it. Wonderful!"
Her lushly molded ass in its black garter belt shoved obscenely back against the dog's
furry belly, creating the impression amongst the watching orgiasts that she was actually
trying to swallow the tapered prick whole. To entrap it within the welcoming depths of
her moist greedy cunt.
Lili was going out of her mind with lust as she watched the lewd activities going on
around her, on the couches, on the cushions, on the floor, on the piano. Her most
pressing difficulty at the moment was trying to determine whether to watch her fellow
debauchers or to watch the writhing Mary up on the stage.
The excited brunette wound her hands in Reginald's hair and forced his face against her
pussy, at the same time grinding her ass down against his impaling finger in her
asshole.
"Oh, Reggie darling. I'm so excited. Your tongue feels so good on my clit, sweetie!"
Apparently overcome with an urgent desire for the sexy woman, the Englishman got to
his feet and removed his toga. His prick, hard and swollen in his hand, was obviously
ready for her, and he moved in toward her, shoving his aching cock up between her
thighs. He strove feverishly to gain an opening for his pulsing rod, with no success. The
angle was wrong.
Titillated beyond endurance by the older man's obvious hunger for her, Lili raised a leg
and wrapped it around his waist so her cunt was tilted up a little more, open and
waiting for his throbbing prick.
Reggie took immediate advantage of his opportunity, and shoved his turgid cock far up
into the lewdly positioned woman's welcoming cunt while Lili continued to watch the
happenings on stage over his shoulder.
"Oh Gawd, Reggie. I need your prick so bad, I need it to fuck me and fuck me and fuck
me. Yesss, that's the way, angel. Do it to me. Do it to Lili."
Turned on by her own shameless words, the brunette rotated her pussy lewdly up
against the man's loins on each in-stroke, taking his cock as far as it would possibly go
into her hotly responsive cunt.
"I love feeling your cock in me, baby! Oohh, look at little Mary go. She really loves that
dog-cock in her pussy."
Beads of sweat stood out on Reggie's brow as he drummed his cock with even
regularity into the woman's steaming pussy, then halted, waiting for her to beg for
more, then varied his rhythm. So she wouldn't know what to expect next.
That seemed to drive her wilder than anything else.
"Aaaaahh, oooohh, Reggie. Oh, fuck me. Don't stop! Yessss, that's it! Gawd, it's good!"
"Your hot little twat like that, baby?" Reggie asked her lewdly. "Don't worry. Daddy's
got more for you. He's going to make you beg for mercy, before he's done. Do you like
my old John Thomas?"
"It's a beautiful prick, Reggie. Screw me with it. Make me beg for mercy. Yess, that's it!
Uuugghhh!"
For moments at a time Lili actually forgot to watch young Mary taking her relentless
skewering from the hotly aroused dog on the stage.
But Mary was watching Lili. Even in the paroxysms of her own uncontrollable lust, she
was aware of the other woman's moans. She could see the older brunette being fucked
silly up against the wall by a naked man, and the sight further fired the tireless energies
of her own rapacious lust.
Lili was such a sexy woman. Lili liked to get fucked so much. Just like herself. It was a
real turn-on to be getting fucked in the midst of this wild orgy, and to see Lili getting
obscenely reamed at the same time. She felt she and her woman lover were soul sisters,
each obsessed by her own private debauchery. Tonight, after it was all over, they would
get together and kiss and giggle and tell each other all about how it felt.
This was Mary Kelly's new life. Life with the jetsetters.
"Fuck my cunt, Kit boy. That's it, darling. Oh, harder, harder! Faster! You're driving
me wild, lover."
Egged on by her own salacious words, and by the telltale signals deep in her belly, the
girl began to writhe her buttocks more and more lustfully back against the dog's belly
screwing, shoving, demanding that he make her cum. Make her fly high with the
culminating rush of tantalizing orgiastic frenzy.
"Do it to me! Do it to me, Kit! Shove your big prick into my cunt! Make me cum,
angel! Oh, yes. More, more, more."
Chanting like a she-devil, she wriggled before the tireless assault of the big animal's
cock, immersing herself in pure sensation. All she knew was what she felt. And she
wanted to feel more. She wanted to feel The Biggie.
Familiar now with her young girl friend's sexual responses, Lili watched Mary over
Reggie's shoulder and realized that the blonde was on her way to an explosion. She was
humping with the furious intensity of a woman bent on no other course.
Stimulated by the blonde's erotic behavior, Lili began to shove her own cunt more and
more wantonly up against Reggie's skillfully penetrating prick.
"You're doing a lovely job, Reggie darling," she grunted breathlessly. "Do it harder for
me. Uuuhhh. Yes that's it. Oh Gawd, my cunt's on fire! Jee-zuz, you've got a fine stiff
prick."
"You've got a nice little pussy too, baby," the man groaned between clenched teeth.
"Jee-zuz, yes. My prick feels like its buried in a pocketful of honey."
The moment of truth was at hand for Mary as she humped her ass-cheeks furiously
back against the German shepherd's loins. The lust-tendrils were darting up from the
innermost recesses of her being, filling her, taunting her, killing her. There was nothing
left but sensation... 
"Oh Gawdddd, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her declaration flooding the room with
the full fury of her orgiastic joy.
Watching Mary twist and jerk out her release drove Lili over the top, and she shoved
her cunt hard and compulsively up against Reggie's prick, clasping it greedily as her
cunt pulsed with the throbbing agony of orgasm.
"Oh Reggie, you're making me cum, darling. Ooohhh, I can feel your prick getting
bigger in me. Oh cum in me, Reggie! Fill me with your yummy white sperm!"
"Oh Gawd yes, cunt," the Englishman bellowed. "I'm shooting my load right up into
that hot little belly of yours. Oh Jeez! You're beautiful, bitch! There. Take it! Take all of
it!"
Mary watched the older couple work out their orgasm while the dog shot moist jets of
jism far up into her dilated womb. Though her orgasm was spent, she still got a thrill
out of feeling the dog cum in her.
It was so... sexy... to have a dog fill her cunt with cum.
There had been other crises in the room, as other couples got their rocks off from
watching Mary orgasm. But all around there were still couples, of the same or different
sexes, licking and sucking and fucking one another.
The night was not over yet.
"Say, Lili," Reggie said when they'd disentangled themselves from their lewd embrace.
"What say you introduce me now to that sweet young thing of yours up on the stage?"
"Sure," the brunette replied readily, taking him by the hand and leading him to the
stage.
"Mary, honey," she addressed the prostrate girl. "I've got someone here who wants to
meet you. Mary, meet Reginald. Reggie for short."
"Reginald?" the girl asked as she struggled to a sitting position. She smiled quizzically.
"Ues, Reginald," he answered, a little defensively. Why do all you Americans have to
make fun of my bloody name."
"Oh, I'm not making fun of it," Mary reassured him quickly. "I thing it's a wonderful
name. I... er, I used to know someone named Reginald. Someone very nice." Her big
hazel eyes looked up at him wistfully.
"Oh... well, that's all right, then." He seemed satisfied. "Mary, my love, the reason I had
Lili introduce us is that I'd like to invite you to a very small party I'm having Friday
night. There'll be just six of us. I trust you can come?" He raised an eyebrow
questioningly.
Mary looked dubiously from Lili to Reggie and back again. "Well, I guess so. Are you
going, Lili? And Boyd?"
"No, darling. We're going to the theater Friday night. But you go ahead. It'll be good
for you to be away from Boyd and me for a while. Give you some independence."
Mary looked skeptical, but she grinned politely at the older man.
"Well, I guess I'll be there. Friday night."
"At eight o'clock," he said emphatically. "Don't forget." With that, he left the stage and
sat next to a couple of young women who were eating each other's pussies on a couch.
He began to stroke their breasts and to kiss the up-thrust swell of one buttock.
Mary and Lili looked after him.
"The nice thing about orgies," Lili remarked. "You can go back for seconds."
Mary was feeling a little blue. Boyd and Lili were going to the theater without her
Friday night. She felt a little deserted. "I'm awfully tired, Lili," she said. "I think I'll go
to bed."
"All right, darling," Lili said absently, as she reached down to stroke a half-erect cock
that was coming toward her. "See you tomorrow, Mary." And she eased herself off the
stage and into the man's arms.
Forgotten now, Mary went off to bed – alone.


Chapter 9

Mary felt distinctly nervous as she stood at the door to Reginald Stewart's apartment,
waiting to be admitted. She felt lost without Lili and Boyd, like a little kid sent off alone
for its first day at school.
There was something about the Englishman's invitation that made her nervous.
Nothing she could put her finger on. But the doubts were there.
She felt very vulnerable without the Marshalls' protection.
"Mary, my dear! Please come in," Reginald stood in the doorway in tuxedo and white
frilled shirt, surveying her admiringly from head to foot. "You look stunning, love.
Wherever did you get that outfit?"
Lili had helped the young blonde choose her outfit for the evening and she did look
stunning.
She wore a one-piece sleeveless white jumpsuit that was cut down to the waist in front,
revealing a generous vee of her breasts. Around her neck she wore rows and rows of
glittering long chains of beads. Her curly blonde hair was artistically arranged around a
white headband.
She preceded Reginald into the spacious living room, nervously aware of the admiring
looks of four strangers. They were two older couples, obviously prosperous, the men
graying and a little paunchy around the middle, the women fashionably thin with
generous amounts of makeup apparently designed to conceal the wrinkles in their
drawn cheeks and foreheads.
Mary relaxed a little. Surely Reginald could have nothing funny in mind. Not with two
such respectable-looking couples present.
As Reginald introduced her to the others, the girl became aware that she was the only
American in the group. All the others had English accents.
"It's old-home week," Reginald laughed when she commented on it. "But don't worry.
We're all friendly. Two hundred years is plenty of time to forget our differences."
The six of them made polite, if slightly strained, conversation as their host passed
around the cocktails.
"For you, Mary, the specialty of the house," he said. "Pernod."
"Pernod?" she asked. "I've never heard of it. What is it?"
"Taste it. I think you'll like it. It's like licorice."
The blonde innocently drained her glass and accepted a refill from Reginald. She found
the drink delicious. Licorice was her favorite flavor.
"Well," she said brightly, the effects of the drink going immediately to her head.
"What's on tap for tonight? Should we play some charades or something, Reginald? Do
you know I used to dream about a man called Reginald every night? I imagined he
came and made wonderful love to me, and took me away from my crummy existence
and gave me everything I ever wanted. Lili and Boyd have already done that for me. But
it's fun to meet a Reginald too."
The girl realized she was talking too much, acting silly, and it made her feel self
conscious. But the others didn't seem to think her behavior strange. They all smiled
politely as though they found what she was saying very interesting.
Their attitude gave her courage to go on.
"Do you know, the best thing about my Reginald was that he was an absolutely
fantastic pussy-eater. I used to go out of my mind thinking about having him eating me
out. I used to masturbate every night thinking about it. Does that shock you?"
Mary was a little disappointed to discover that her audience didn't look the least bit
shocked. She was feeling very daring, very raunchy all of a sudden. She felt a desperate
need for something exciting to happen.
"Whew," she said, opening her eyes wide and taking a fortifying sip of her drink.
"What did you put in this stuff, Reggie? I feel higher than a kite already." She giggled a
little hysterically.
"Pernod has strange effects on people sometimes. Some say it makes them horny as
hell, but I don't know about that. Does it make you feel horny, Mary m'love?"
Mary acted as though she hadn't heard him, so absorbed was she in her own thoughts
and conversation.
"If I remember right, you're pretty good at eating pussy yourself, Reginald. I saw you
the night of Lili and Boyd's party. You were really giving Lili something to moan about.
I saw you from the stage, you know – down on your hands and knees eating her cunt
while she leaned against the wall watching me get it on with Kit. That was quite a
night, wasn't it?"
She turned to the other guests. "Did Reggie tell you about that party, folks? It was a
real corker. First honest-to-God orgy I've ever been to in my life. My family back home
on the farm would never speak to me again if they knew what I'd been up to."
One of the men, a man with a distinguished moustache replied, "We heard about the
party, my dear. Sounds like it was a ripping show. Sorry we missed it."
"Are you?" Mary asked, her eyes wide. "Are you folks into swinging?"
The other man, who was balding on top, laughed. "Well, not exactly, my dear. But we
always enjoy a good show, you know. Reginald here often lets us in on his little
gatherings. That's what keeps you young a heart, eh Bradley old boy?"
"Right you are, Charles," his friend replied, with a hearty guffaw of English humor.
Mary stared curiously at the two couples, seeing them in a new light. Did these rather
shriveled-looking women get a kick out of watching other people getting it on, too? She
inspected them closely, looking for some answer, but their polite smiles were
inscrutable.
"Gee," the young blonde said rather stupidly. For the moment, words failed her.
"Mary, my dear," Reginald addressed her. "Did you know I had a new dog? Would you
like to meet him?"
"Sure, Reginald," the blonde replied, grateful to have her attention distracted. "I love
animals."
"Yes, I've noticed," her host drawled dryly. Mary looked around at the others,
wondering if they knew that she fucked dogs. Somehow she suspected they did. The
thought made a little lewd shiver run down her spine. Instinctively she thrust her chest
forward a little, giving better display to the firm lush outline of her scarcely concealed
breasts.
Reginald came back into the room followed by a tall handsome gray Doberman
pinscher. "What do you think, Mary? Isn't he a beauty?"
The girl knelt by the dog and stroked his haunches admiringly. "He's a beautiful animal
all right, Reginald. I bet he has a pedigree long as my arm."
"As a matter-of-fact, he does. He's also very well trained," the man said suggestively.
"Went to the same school as the Marshalls' German shepherd, if I'm not mistaken."
"Oh really?" The girl's eyes grew wide as she contemplated this new information. She
could feel a thin trickle of moisture seeping from between her pussy-lips at the thought
of being impaled by this noble-looking beast. She hadn't realized it until now but she
was incredibly horny.
While Reginald prepared fresh drinks for everybody, Mary remained kneeling by the
animal, stroking him lovingly, lost in lewd private thoughts of what it would be like to
have him ram his big hard cock into her pussy.
When Reginald handed her her drink, she took a long sip, then returned her attention
to the dog, stroking his down-soft underbelly when he rolled over on his side to give
her better access to his sensitive under part.
"Panzer is no fool. He knows when he's got a good thing going for him," Mary heard
Reginald remark to the other guests, and she looked up abruptly to see the two couples
sitting on the couch facing her, smiling at her. Reginald was coming toward her.
"Why don't you suck Panzer's cock, Mary doll? You see, it's already sticking out that
hairy sheath of his. Have you ever sucked a dog's prick before?"
"No... no, I haven't," the girl replied, feeling at the same time repelled and weirdly
attracted by the obscene suggestion. She looked up to see what the other guests'
reaction had been.
They were all looking at her as though they were hypnotized, the telltale gleam of
rousing lust easily apparent in the men's faces.
Fortified by the strong effect of the alcohol, Mary began to entertain the idea seriously.
She was becoming more and more excited by the prospect of performing lascivious acts
before these rich older people, who obviously got their best kicks out of watching other
people get theirs.
It was horribly depraved, the whole idea.
But that was what made it so exciting.
"Why don't you go ahead, Mary?" Reginald goaded her. "But first let's get you out of
these clothes."
He bent down and unzipped her jumpsuit, easing the straps down over her shoulders.
Mary obediently rose to her feet and wiggled out of the clinging outfit. She was naked
underneath.
She looked directly at her audience as she stepped out of the legs, steadying herself
against Reginald's shoulder as he took the garment from under her feet and tossed in
onto a chair. She stood proudly for the others' inspection, her breasts full and thrust
out, her waist trim, her hips flaring provocatively. A sexy little grin played over her
mouth.
"Beautiful, my dear. Absolutely breathtaking," the balding man called Charles remarked
hoarsely. He had leaned a little forward on the couch and was running his eyes
lecherously over every curve of the girl's body as she stood before them.
"I've got to hand it to you, Reginald old chap," added the man called Bradley. "You
never fail to come up with an absolute stunner. This girl ought to be in Playboy."
"That's my next idea," Reginald replied calmly.
Neither Mary nor his guests paid any attention to Reginald's last remark, for the young
blonde had decided to position herself once again next to the reclining animal. She
kneeled near his haunches and extended a trembling hand to enclose the slightly
protruding girth of the dog's cock. She adjusted her position slightly so her ass was near
the dog's head an her face was within reach of the animal's prick when she bent
forward.
Slowly, a little timidly, she began to pump the animal's prick back and forth, goading it
into hardness. Back and forth her hand worked, while the tapered end of his prick
extended from the sheath.
"Look, everybody. The doggie's prick is getting harder," the inebriated girl moaned in
an erotic sex-siren voice that was small and breathy, thick with lust.
"You must have wonderful hands," she heard one of the watching women say to her.
"You know just how to make the nice dog feel good."
"Yes, I know. Dogs aren't so different from human men, really. All they want is
someone to make their pricks feel good. By rubbing them or fucking them or... sucking
them, I guess."
Again the obscene thought of what she intended to do sent a little tremor of excitement
ricocheting down her spine.
Her hand worked more abandonedly up and down the growing shaft of the animal's
cock. Obsessed by the salacious rhythm of her stroking hand, the blonde began to
rotate her buttocks to the same rhythm. Her increasingly wanton behavior was driving
her to new heights of growing desire.
"Aaaaahhh!" Suddenly the girl was jarred from the hypnotic spell she had created for
herself by the cold wet feel of the dog's nose against her upturned little asshole.
"Oh, you beautiful animal you," she sighed, thrusting her ass directly at the dog's
muzzle, encouraging him to tongue the excitable slit between her legs.
"Look at that. Now the dog seems to be licking her asshole." Such an obscene statement
coming from a refined female voice sounded strange, but no one seemed to notice the
incongruity, least of all the other spectators – or the naked girl writhing on the rug
next to the big Doberman.
The dog began to lap greedily up along the furrow between Mary's legs, obviously
relishing the flavor of the juices glistening in her pink fleshy pussy.
"Oh Gawd, yes. Lick my pussy for me. That's the way. Nice doggie. Oohhh, it feels so
good!" The girl humped her ass wantonly up and down to give the dog full access to
her craving genitals.
Thoroughly involved now in her own drunken excitement, Mary gazed hungrily at the
long tapered cock that was now protruding obscenely from the dog's furry sheath.
"Oh darling, your lovely doggie prick is all hard and excited. Did Mary do that to you,
baby? Oh let me make it feel better."
Without thinking about what she was about to do, she lowered her head and took the
pointed tip of the dog's cock in her mouth, sucking at it obscenely, her blonde hair
mingling with the animal's short gray coat.
"Good God, Charles my boy, look at that, will you? The girl's actually sucking the
animal's prick," Bradley remarked in an awed voice.
"Never would have believed it, Bradley old chap. The girl's a bloody nymphomaniac."
"I wonder what it feels like," one of the women commented dreamily. "To do
something so utterly... depraved?"
"I wonder," another female voice sighed.
"Looks to me like it must feel damned good," Reginald answered them brusquely.
He knelt down close to the lewdly positioned blonde and began to stroke her lushly
rounded ass-cheeks – lightly, just the merest feather-touch.
"Beautiful ass, the girl has, have you noticed that, you chaps?"
"Have you ever known us not to notice a beautiful ass, Reginald old chap?"
"No, come to think of it, I haven't," Reginald remarked absently, prodding the
puckered hole of her anus as the dog continued to lap at her pussy below.
Mary was sucking the animal's thick slippery prick in earnest now, her lips lewdly
ovaled around its blood-swollen girth, her body thrilling to the sheer wanton depravity
of her act. She had heard the remarks of the people watching her, and they filled her
with arousal. She wanted to show off. She wanted to be thoroughly depraved. She
wanted to show them what a really sexy woman could do.
Her brain spinning from the intoxicating effects of the Pernod, she bobbed her head
energetically up and down over the stiff dog-prick, coating it generously with her saliva.
At the same time, her ass-cheeks sought out more of the animal's taunting licking. Her
cunt, her clitoris, her asshole all cried for more of the fiery wet titillation. The
occasional prodding of Reginald's finger at her anus was an extra added stimulation
that inspired her with forbidden thrills.
"Mmmmm, Reginald," she mumbled around the dog's prick in her mouth. "I love the
way your finger tickles my asshole, darling. Do it some more."
Reginald was captivated by the fine round swells of the blonde's shapely ass. Like many
Englishmen, asses were a particular preoccupation with him. He'd learned a lot about
asses at the public school he'd attended as a youth.
The young woman's buttocks seemed perfect to the Englishman – round and full and
high-set. He felt a growing ache in his cock as he caressed their firm contours and
prodded her puckered sphincter with his finger.
Reginald had very definite ideas what he wanted to do with this ass, and he decided
now was as good a time as any to indulge his fantasy.
Grabbing the blonde firmly by the hips, he shifted her rear end around so she was no
longer kneeling so close to the animal, though her lips were still firmly clasped around
his turgid red prick.
"What are you doing, Reginald?" she asked anxiously, abandoning the dog's cock for a
moment. "Aren't you going to let your dog lick my pussy any more?"
He could tell she was pouting, by the way the words came out, and the " thought
roused a responsive throb inside his pants. He wanted to show this little bitch she
didn't get everything her own way.
"I thought you might like to give me a chance to suck that hot little twat of yours," he
replied lewdly. "Panzer's getting his at the other end."
"Oh Reginald, yes." The idea obviously excited her. "Yes, Reggie, please lick my pussy
for me. It's feeling so tingly all over."
Abandoning conversation, the girl again locked 'her mouth around the dog Panzer's
hard throbbing organ while the Englishman kneeled behind her and tongued her
puckered asshole.
"Oh Gawd yes. My asshole's so sensitive, Reggie!"
The four older people on the couch were all sitting on the edge of their seats now,
thoroughly captivated by the incredible spectacle of the young blonde sucking a dog's
cock while a man knelt behind her and licked the slit up between her up-thrust
buttocks.
"Incredible!" a female voice exclaimed.
"Never seen anything to equal it. And I've seen some sights in my day," said a man's
voice.
Encouraged by her audience's admiration, Mary sucked eagerly on the tumescent
animal-prick, encouraging it with her mouth to grow even harder between her sucking
lips. At the same time she tilted her ass lasciviously in the air, to give the man's talented
tongue a chance to delve further into the secrets of her hot wet pussy-slit.
Reginald labored behind the blonde, running his tongue along her smoldering pussy
slit, darting it up into the clinging recesses of her cunt. What he concentrated on most,
though, was the mysterious little ring of her sphincter which seemed to beckon his
tongue-attentions more and more frequently.
"Yes, Reggie, lick my asshole. Gawd, it feels good!" the young woman wailed
desperately, her excitement at her depraved position obviously becoming almost
unbearable.
"My word, this is the hottest little cunt I've ever seen. I think she'd make love to an
elephant if she got the chance," Charles speculated.
Reginald was acutely excited himself by the prospect of what he intended to do to the
unsuspecting girl. Determined to get on with his sadistic plan, he unzipped the fly of
his pants and pulled out his throbbing prick.
"Reggie, lick me some more. Plee-ase," the blonde begged as soon as the absence of his
mouth on her genitals had registered on her lust-addled brain.
"Not right now, my love," he told her. "I have a much better idea."
He slipped the pole-like shaft of his turgid cock up between her thighs, and, resting the
cock-head against the rubbery entrance to her cunt, he shoved.
"Ooooohhh, aaahhh, oh Gawwwd," she wailed, her mouth for the moment oblivious to
the animal's shining red prick. "Yes, Reginald, fuck me. Oh yes. Fuck me like that with
your wonderful hard cock."
The man had immediately imbedded his prick far up in the blonde's tight-clenching
pussy-channel and he drew it back slowly, ever so slowly. When just the tip was still
enclosed by clasping cunt-flesh, he shoved forward again, sending ripples of liquid
titillation soaring far up into her quivering belly.
"Reginald, your prick is beautiful. It's so big! You really fill me up, lover." The woman
was smacking her ass back insistently against his loins, urging him to step up the pace
of his screwing tempo.
But Reginald had different ideas.
Unexpectedly, he drew his cock right out of her hungering cunt.
"Don't stop, Reggie! Oh Gawd, don't stop now!"
Reginald enjoyed the woman's frustrated cries for more of his thick prick. And he was
ready to give it to her. But on his own terms.
Holding his cock, now slippery with her pussy-juices in his hand, he rested the head at
the quivering puckered mouth of her sphincter. Gently he nudged the tight-shut
opening, waiting for the instant of relaxation that would give him his cue to surge up
inside.
Mary realized the older man's plan too late.
"No, Reggie. Not that. Not my asshole. Plee... Aaarrrgghh! Stop! Please stop. You're
hurting meee!"
But the big man hadn't the slightest intention of stopping. With his swollen pulsing
cock-head buried up in her convulsively tightened asshole, he began to shove
determinedly forward, sodomizing her inch by slow painful inch.
"Uuuuhhh," he moaned. "God, you've got a beautiful little asshole, cunt. Fits my prick
like a goddamned glove."
Unable to wriggle away from the man's firm grasp, Mary looked round at the other
couples, hoping someone there would have the decency to help her.
"Help me. Please don't let him do this to me," she moaned, but her words were half
hearted. She saw plainly there would be no help coming from that quarter. Both the
men and the women had looks of hypnotized lust as they leaned forward to watch the
progress of Reginald's cock up into her cruelly skewered asshole.
"Look at her struggle," Charles raved. "What a little she-cat. That one really gives a
man a fight for his money. Amazing girl! Amazing!"
For a moment Mary had the distinct impression that the others thought she was putting
on an act that she'd known what to expect from Reginald and was responding in a way
that would titillate them. They didn't really think she was hurting, she realized.
And the strange thing was, she wasn't hurting. Not so much anyway. As her rubbery
rectal passage gradually became accustomed to the unnatural presence of Reginald's stiff
prick, the sensations of pain gradually turned into little masochistic thrills of pleasure.
Incredible as it seemed she was beginning to enjoy it. She was enjoying being fucked in
the asshole!
"Ooooohhh, aaaaggghhh," she moaned. "Oh Gawd, yesss. Do it to me, Reggie. Fuck
my asshole!"
Thoroughly turned on now to her own degradation, she again fell to the task of sucking
the dog's still up-thrust prick, licking and laving it to renewed fiery erection. As she
sucked, she moaned lustful appreciation of Reginald's cock now skewering rhythmically
into her stretched anus.
"Like that, do you, bitch?" Reginald asked sadistically. "I thought you might.
Everything turns on a hot cunt like you. You've got no goddamned shame, that's your
problem." He grunted throatily, as her clutching ass muscles massaged his prick to
steadily burgeoning hardness.
"Jee-zuz, what a sweet little ass you have, bitch!"
"Ooohh, Reggie," Mary groaned, apparently oblivious of the man's contemptuous
remarks. "You're making my whole belly scream with excitement. Your cock feels so
good in my asshole. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
All vestiges of pain gone now, she thrust her ass wantonly back to meet the man's lewd
sodomistic penetration. Her every gesture, her every moan encouraged him to fuck
harder, harder, deeper into her virginal asshole.
"I don't know how much of this I can take, cunt. Your ass is so tight. Goddamn, my
prick feels good up in there!"
While the audience of voyeurs looked on, their host continued to ram his cock
smoothly up into the willingly proffered hole of the girl's anus. As she undulated her
hips in time to his obscene lunges, she sucked wetly at the dog Panzer's tapered red
prick, coaxing it into lust-stiffened excitement, daring it to spill its lewd load into her
greedy throat.
"Fuck her ass! Fuck her ass!" one of the women exclaimed, her voice contorted with;
feverish excitement.
"Oh God, Celia, do you think she's actually going to swallow the animal's cum?"
Egged on by the older women's obvious response to her lewd behavior, Mary threw
more energy into her undulations until at last:
"Oh God, Reggie, I'm cumming!" she moaned. "You're making me cum by fucking my
ass. Oh shit! Oh piss! Oh fuck!"
It seemed to the young woman as she writhed in the overwhelming power of her
orgasm that she had never before known a climax so gut-wrenching, so totally mind
boggling. While she sucked the dog's cock like a maniac, her belly literally vibrated
with the compelling force of her shuddering explosion.
"Jee-zuz Christ, bitch, you're driving me to it. Oh God, I'm cumming in that tight little
asshole of yours!" And the man shot his thick load far up into the forbidden depths of
the writhing blonde's rectum.
As though he sensed the humans' final excitement, the dog began to shoot long streams
of cum far up into the sucking woman's throat, so she was taking the semen of man
and beast in her belly at the same time.
"Look at her swallow the dog's cum! A real little nympho, no mistake," one of the
audience exclaimed, but Mary paid little attention. She'd had her orgasm, her intense
delicious orgasm. But at what price?
As sober consciousness gradually returned to her, the young girl from the country
began to fully realize what she had just done. She had just reached an all-time-low of
depravity.
When she felt she'd recovered her strength enough, she struggled to her feet and got
her jumpsuit. Her movements as she put it on were clumsy, uncoordinated, but at last
she was dressed, her beads wrapped crazily around her neck from her activity, her hair
in tangles.
"I've got to be going now, Reginald," she said soberly. "It was nice meeting you," she
told the others automatically. Then she realized the absurdity of the niceties in a
situation like this one.
Reginald, his cock now stiffened safely back in his pants, accompanied her to the door.
"You did a great job, kid. Here's your share." He stuffed two crumpled fifty-dollar bills
into her hand.
The girl looked up at him, stunned. "What... what's this for?" she asked. "That's your
cut of the profits from this evening's little entertainment." Slowly the light dawned.
"You mean... those people paid you to come here tonight?"
"Certainly, they're four of my best customers. Anytime I can get them a little something
special, they're hot for it. And they pay admirably. They liked you, too. I could tell."
Despite his English accent, Reginald was beginning to sound very much like a good old
American con man.
"Is this the way you make your money?" Mary asked. She was shocked.
"My dear girl, a man must get by as best he knows how. It's not a bad lot. Has its
definite compensations." He chucked her suggestively under the chin.
"That's disgusting." Mary threw the crumpled bills on the floor at his feet and turned to
reach for the front doorknob. Reginald grabbed her by the arm and turned her around,
forcing her to look at him.
His eyes were cold. "Don't act so superior, my dear. You were enjoying what you were
doing in there. You're no better than I am."
"It's different when you're with friends... making love because you want to. It's not the
same as selling your body." Her face bore a look of horror, and she bit her lip to fight
back the tears.
Calmly Reginald bent down and picked up the money. He held it out to her once
again.
"I think you'd better take this, my dear. You know Lili and Boyd aren't going to
support you forever. And I think, with the kind of life you've been accustomed to lately,
you're going to need more than a shop girl's salary."
"Lili and Boyd?" Mary's eyes grew wide. She spoke hurriedly. "Did they know about
this? Did they know why you asked me here?"
"Of course, my dear. Don't be naive," he replied carelessly, "They wanted you to learn
to be independent."
"But this way?" Without fully realizing what she was doing, Mary reached out and took
the proffered money.
"I don't believe it," she said softly. "I'll go and ask them. They'll tell me it isn't so. They
love me."
"Love... ah yes, love. Well that's something that has more ups and downs than a
rowboat in the Channel in March. You can't count on love, my dear."
But the door had already opened and closed behind her. She hadn't heard. She hadn't
wanted to hear... any more.
Reginald went back into the living room, where the others were sipping fresh drinks
and excitedly discussing the evening's entertainment.
He went over to the coffee table and reached for a cigarette. Though his guests directed
many questions and comments at him, he didn't seem to hear. At any rate, he didn't
respond.
He went out on the balcony and looked down the several stories to the street below
where a wan figure in white stood by the curb and tried half-heartedly to hail a cab.
"Ah, youth," he remarked philosophically to himself, to the chill night air. "Thank God
we all get over it sooner or later. Sometimes I think it's much more trouble than it's
worth."
A moment later, he was back in the living room, laughing and talking with his...
friends.


Chapter 10

By the time Mary reached the Marshalls' apartment, she was feeling better.
After the guilt and upset the young woman had suffered this evening, she was anxious
to escape to the safe shelter of her friends' arms.
She turned the key in the lock and let herself into the sumptuous apartment she'd been
sharing with the Marshalls the last few weeks.
Mary was cheered to discover the lights were on, and Lili's evening wrap was carelessly
flung over the back of an armchair. So they were home.
But there was another wrap lying on the floor near the piano. A very femine crocheted
shawl.
A tremor of apprehension wrenched Mary's guts as she began a search of the
apartment.
She stopped dead in her tracks along the carpeted hallway leading to the bedrooms.
The unmistakable moan of a woman in the throes of passion assaulted her ears. And
the voice was not Lili's.
Instinctively, the blonde broke into a run. Outside the master bedroom, the door to
which was not partially shut, she came to a halt and peeked in past the edge of the
door.
"Oh Gawd, Lili, it feels so good. I never would have imagined a dog's cock could make
my pussy feels so won-n-n-derful!" a young woman's voice proclaimed.
Mary looked in on the lewd scene in Lili and Boyd's spacious bedroom.
A shapely young redhead, a girl probably not much more than seventeen or eighteen,
Mary guessed, was kneeling naked over Lili. The young stranger was being fucked from
behind by the German shepherd Kit while the two women locked mouths in a long
passionate kiss. Boyd was sitting beside them, caressing the full dangling orbs of the
redhead's breasts.
"You've got a beautiful set of tits, Susie honey," Boyd was telling the girl. If his voice
hadn't betrayed his lust to the concealed Mary, the stiff rod of his erect prick would
have. The naked man was obviously intensely aroused by the girl's erotic responses to
the dog's steady hammering strokes.
For a moment Mary, too, felt a little tingle of excitement as she watched the taped red
dog-cock fly in and out of the lewdly kneeling girl's cunt.
But then she remembered that this girl was in the place that had belonged to her for
the last few weeks. Now this young redhead had become the darling of Lili and Boyd's
attention. Mary had obviously been cut out.
Miserably, letting the tears flow freely down her cheeks, Mary continued to stare at the
obscene spectacle inside the bedroom.
In the girl's mind, all her recent dreams of wealth and fame and love and happiness
seemed to take wing like seagulls and fly off into the sunset.
"Oh Jee-zuz! My cunt is on fire, darlings. I don't know how much more of this I can
take." The girl's words fell heavy on Mary's ears as she stood like a dumb thing, a
statue, at the door. She even seemed to lack the strength to flee the scene. To spare
herself the agony of watching any more of her friends' treachery.
"Isn't she something, Lili darling?" Boyd was saying. "This girl is just made for love. I
can tell we're all three of us going to have some wild times together from now on."
Mary's heart was a knot in her chest. Already they'd forgotton all about her.
"She's beautiful, Boyd," Lili replied in a lust-contorted groan as she stroked the young
redhead's clitoris and her own at the same time. "I'm madly in love with her already."
"Oooohhh, it's so good. So goooood," the redhead mewled, her face twisted into a
smiling, unseeing mask of lust. "Fuck my pussy some more, darling doggie. Aaaahhh,
Jeez!"
The young woman's words were obviously the last straw for Boyd. Somehow he had to
get himself into the act with this sexy young teenager.
He reached out and tapped Lili's shoulder, indicating to her that he wanted her to move
aside. Obediently his wife slipped out from under the girl and Boyd took her place, his
long stiff prick pointing right up at the unnaturally impaled girl's red pussy triangle.
"Pull the dog off for a minute, will you, baby?" he told his wife, and as soon as the still
rutting creature had been pulled back, he shot his own turgid cock far up into the
young stranger's well-lubricated pussy.
"Jeez! Beautiful!" he grunted. "Her pussy's like honey."
The voluptuous redhead scarcely seemed disturbed by the change in lovers, although
she did open her eyes and smiled down at the man.
"Your cock feels awful good, Boyd," she drawled. "So much thicker than Kit's." And
she wriggled her round white buttocks energetically down onto the big man's up-thrust
prick.
Though Mary's heart felt as though it had been broken, though it was all she could do
to keep from sobbing aloud and betraying her presence, still she stood just outside the
door and watched.
The young blonde was becoming more and more distracted by the lustful energy
emanating from the room. She saw Lili stroking the dog's prick and then coaxing him
to mount the kneeling girl fucking her husband.
Mary's curiosity got the better of her, and she completely forgot her woes for the
moment in her hunger to know what the older woman had in mind. Boyd was already
fucking the redhead's pussy. What the heck was the dog going to do?
Then the lingering tingle in her own stretched asshole gave Mary the idea. The girl was
going to get fucked by man and beast at the same time. Little darts of lust, and of
lustful revenge shot through her own trembling body.
It wouldn't make up for the loss of her friends, but it would be some small
compensation to watch her rival getting sandwiched by man and dog at the same time.
Do it to her, she thought viciously. Make her hurt. Punish her for what she's done to
me.
As Mary watched breathless, Lili guided the tapered tip of the dog's cock to the
teenager's tight-clenched asshole and prodded it against the rubbery opening. Eager to
resume the fucking that had been interrupted by the man, the animal immediately
lunged forward, forcing his prick up into the unnaturally dilated hole of her rectum.
"Oh my Gawd! What are you doing to me?" the redhead howled, throwing her head
back in agony and trying to struggle away from the lewd twin penetration.
But Boyd held her tight, with help from Lili. The older woman was obviously intensely
excited by the novelty of watching a young girl being fucked by her husband and her
pet dog at the same time.
"Please stop. Oh, stop. Gawd, it hurts," the girl wailed, but to no avail. She was held
fast.
"Stop struggling, darling, and it'll feel better," Lili told the frantic girl. "Relax. Just
relax." And to her husband: "That's it, darling, fuck her. Fuck her with your lovely big
cock."
The brunette ran a hand along the dog's humping haunches as she watched the double
invasion of red animal-prick and thick ivory human-prick skewering into the woman's
defenseless belly. She was playing with her own clitoris now, rubbing her pubis lustily
against her hand in tempo to the lewd rhythm established by man and beast.
Still concealed on the other side of the bedroom door, Mary was totally captivated by
the perverse punishment being dealt her sexy young rival. She imagined the pain and
terror of the girl as she struggled to be free of her degrading entrapment, and she felt
little tremors of excitement nagging at her own recently sodomized belly.
Do it to her. Fuck her ass. Kit. Ream her pussy, Boyd. Screw the bitch silly. Mary was
slightly amazed by the intensity of her own passion, but it felt good, so good, to give
vent to some of the hurt and anger that had built up inside her this evening.
All was lost for Mary Kelly, but for the moment she could savor the sweet taste of
revenge.
"Uuuuhhh, ooohhh. Oh my Gawd." The redhead was still moaning loudly, but Mary
thought she detected a change in the nature of her cries. It was as though the girl were
not feeling so much pain now as surprise or puzzlement. Perhaps amazement that there
might be something like pleasure in her debauched twin impalement.
Mary watched as the girl slowly began to thrust her buttocks back toward the two
working cocks of man and animal. She was no longer struggling away from them – she
was working with them. Mary remembered her own slow conversion to sodomy earlier
in the evening, and imagined she knew the gradual surrender to masochistic pleasure
the other girl was experiencing.
Yes, fuck her, fuck her, the blonde thought excitedly, silently encouraging Boyd and the
dog Kit to give the other young woman the skewering of a lifetime. Thoughts of
revenge faded now, gave way to pure lust as she relished the lewd sight of the naked
shapely redhead being fucked half to death by a dog humping up behind her and a man
thrusting up into her from below.
"Gawd, Lili," Boyd grunted. "You should feel this sweet little cunt. My prick's
throbbing like crazy. She's beautiful, honey. Christ, I can hardly wait to shoot my wad
into this tight cunt of hers."
Lili was kneeling beside the lewdly joined threesome, running her fingers avidly over
her swollen clitoris. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she bent down to get a closer
look at the shiny red dog-cock stretching the girl's asshole and her husband's swollen
prick regularly impaling her pussy.
"You should see yourself, Susie, honey. Your cunt and your asshole are swallowing
these big pricks like they haven't been fed for a month of Sundays. Does it feel good?
Do you feel good, sweetheart?"
At last the young redhead declared her conversion.
"Oh Gawd, yes, Lili. My belly's on fire. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Gawd, how I want it! My
little asshole feels so good, darlings. And my pussy... oh jeez, oh jeez, you're driving me
cra-a-a-zy, lovers."
As though encouraged by her lewd words, man and beast seemed to step up their
tempo, fucking the girl's two openings with rhythmic, hard-driving strokes. The girl
was being buffeted roughly forward on each twin in-stroke, but she didn't seem to
mind. Her face wore a broad lustful grin. Her body was relaxed as a rag doll.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she chanted over and over again.
Though the activity in the other room was exciting Mary, in a strange way it was also
calming her. She was beginning to realize that the young redhead – her replacement –
was no better and no worse than she herself was. She was someone who liked to fuck,
that was all. Maybe someone who liked to have money to spend too. She'd learn about
life, just the way Mary had. About how things came, and then passed away. Things,
places, lifestyles, people... 
The watching blonde realized a massive explosion was building in the other room.
"Oh, jee-zuz! Fuck my asshole. Fuck my cunt. Oh yes. Oh yes. I'm... I'm cummmmming-g-g!" 
The redhead struggled with the overwhelming force of her orgasm.
"Jeez, girl, you're driving me to it!" Boyd wailed as he began to pump his seed into her.
"Oh darlings, I want to cum with you. Ah yesss, my clit's exploding, lovers." Lili had
made it too.
Mary left the climactic squeals and wriggles behind her and went to her room. It took
her less than ten minutes to pack and she tiptoed down the hall and out the front door.
Maybe someday she'd be able to look Lili and Boyd in the face, but not tonight. She
didn't want to have to do it tonight.
As for the girl called Susie, she didn't hate her any more. Didn't envy her either. She
still had the pain to go through, the pain she herself had experienced when she realized
she was being kicked out of "Paradise". 
"Good luck, kid," she mumbled as she closed the front door behind her. "Don't do
anything I wouldn't do." Mary was feeling very grown up all of a sudden.
She wasn't frightened about being on the streets. She figured Reginald Stewart would
put her up for a day or two. Until she could afford to find herself a new place.
Reginald was right. She was going to have to work hard to maintain the style of life
she'd gotten used to the last few weeks.
As she stood by the curb waiting for a cab, a chauffeured limousine drove up. The back
door opened and an elegantly dressed man of about sixty got out.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, looking her up and down appreciatively. "I realize cabs are
hard to come by at this hour. I was wondering if I could drop you somewhere."
Mary smiled at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.
"Why thank you, sir. You're very generous."
"Men can't help being generous to lovely young ladies like yourself."
And in her heart she knew he was right.


Epilogue

Mary Kelly and Reginald Stewart were having a quiet business meeting in a rear booth
of one of the more expensive clubs one evening about three months later.
When Mary happened to look up in search of a waiter, she spotted a figure on a
barstool that looked vaguely familiar.
"Excuse me for a moment, will you, Reginald? I think I see someone I know."
"Yes, of course, my dear."
As Mary approached the pretty redhead, she noticed her eyes were red and puffy. She
had obviously been crying.
"Excuse me," she said in a soft gentle voice. "You don't know me, but... aren't you
Susie?"
The girl seemed startled, as though she hadn't noticed Mary's presence until she spoke.
She looked at the other woman warily, trying to conceal the fact that she had been
crying.
"Yes, that's my name. Who are you?"
"I'm Mary," the blonde replied cheerfully. "We have some friends in common, I think.
Lili and Boyd Marshall."
"Those bastards," the girl exclaimed, in an unexpected display of venom.
Mary chuckled. "It looks like we have some ex-friends in common."
Suddenly the other girl looked Mary straight in the eye. "I never want to see either one
of those creeps again as long as I live. You wouldn't believe what they did to me."
Mary laid a soothing hand on the teenager's arm. "Sure I would," she said. "But why
waste time and energy on old injuries? I'm sitting over there with a friend. Why don't
you join us?"
For the first time the redhead smiled, and Mary realized how truly lovely she was.
The two women joined the Englishman in the booth. Introductions were made.
"Reginald and I would like to offer you a job, Susie. If you're interested, that is," Mary
said, caressing the other girl's hand lightly.
Susie seemed surprised at first, then she grinned.
"Sure I'm interested," she said. "After all, what have I got to lose?"
"What have any of us got to lose?" Mary agreed.
"In our business, we're only interested in gains. That's the only thing that can be
counted on in this world – the good old trusty green stuff. If you've got money, you've
got the world by the tail."
The three sipped French cognac and made plans.


THE END
