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Chapter 1
Mimi Spender was born and raised with animals. The family cat was born
on her birthday--October 13--and her father kept two pure-bred, hot-
blooded Irish Setters for duck hunting season. On page five of the
family album a newspaper clipping, headed: "Dog Saves Woman from
Burning House" sported a photograph of Mimi's grandmother with her arm
around her pet German shepherd. Not to mention the notorious woman,
Aunt Celia, who raised and trained racing horses.
With a family tree that was partial to animals, nobody raised an
eyebrow when Mimi, against anti-feminine odds, made up her mind to
become a veterinarian.
At the age of nineteen she entered the University of California at
Davis in the school of Veterinary Science, an unexpectedly unique field
for a girl of Mimi's equally unique physical stature.
A tall, chestnut haired girl with locks that had never been clipped,
Mimi Spender was a traffic-stopper. Lanky and limber, her body moved in
rhythm to the sway and jounce of her thick, waist-length hair that in
the sunlight shimmered with red highlights. A modest smile and apple
cheeks accented a perky up-turned nose and freckles that disappeared
with her golden summer tan. Shy and unassuming by nature, her eyes, the
color of swimming pools, twinkled with a suspicion-raising nonchalance.
Her agility was near to animalistic. Mimi could ride and train horses
as well as any six-shooting, gun-toting Zane Grey character. Maybe it
was this potentially ego-deflating quality of hers that put men off.
Men (... or boys, really) seemed to be afraid of her. A girl in
veterinary school? Had to be something weird about her!
But that was not to say that Mimi didn't need sex as much as any
healthy female. These days her love life seemed doomed to emptiness,
and that disturbed her greatly. Men and money ... those seemed to be
her two pitfalls.
The end of her freshman year found her with no boy friend and a high B
average, just a fraction away from the 4.0 requirement to renew her
scholarship. For two weeks she fell into deep depression, wondering how
a young woman as herself could extricate herself from this sticky
spider-web of rotten luck. Her defensive female instincts told her that
Dr. Osborn ('Horse Face') as he was called) had slighted her with a C
because she was a woman--the only woman in his freshman agronomy
course. Playing the weak female didn't change his mind, and playing the
strong liberated one put him off worse. He "... didn't want to hear
about it," claiming he had serious students to consider, and he could
only give out so many A's and B's, and whoever got stuck on the low
point of the Bell-shaped curve was just that ... stuck.
What to do? Her parents, poor farmers, couldn't afford to pay her
tuition and room and board, too. Job hunting was fruitless; this was
the depression and there weren't jobs even for married men with
families. Who would hire a college girl planning to go back to school
in three months? Except for her part-time come-and-go as-you-please job
at the University farms a mile and a half out off campus, she had no
income.
The answer ... or so it seemed to be at the time ... came unexpected
when she was exercising in the University corrals a horse, Pansy, who
was recuperating from a cyst operation. On that late June afternoon
she'd noticed a man leaning against the wooden gate, elbows braced on
the post, watching her intently. Mimi had noticed that beside him was a
tripod and a very expensive looking camera attached to it, and he was
focusing on her. Feeling it her duty to watch the grounds, she'd drawn
Pansy to a halt and inquired what he wanted. This was not a farm open
to the public, she curtly informed him.
Apologetically, he introduced himself as John Dobkins, a photographer
who wanted to take photographs of her with the horses. Vignettes ... a
pretty girl feeding the horses, brushing their coats, leaning against a
pitchfork in pristine, countrified style. She dismissed the idea with a
shoo of the hand, wondering what kind of flaky character would want to
take photographs of her.
... Until he mentioned money.
Lots of money. That caused Mimi to put her finger to her pouty lip and
reconsider. Was this manna from heaven?
It didn't take much for John Dobkins to sweet-talk Mimi into posing the
next afternoon. But what he failed to mention (and with reason) was
that he was a photographer of nudes, employed by a men's slick
magazine.
Next day found Mimi charged with energy. Hair freshly washed and
brushed to gleaming, she rode her ten-speed bicycle to the University
farms for her appointment with Mr. Dobkins at the horse stables, empty
on Sunday afternoon except for the on-call vet.
Mr. Dobkins, a fair-skinned, not-too bad looking man for forty-five was
setting up his tripod in the horse barn when Mimi came panting in,
cheeks flushed from the five mile ride from her dormitory on campus.
He'd told her not to get dressed up, that Levi's and a farmish-looking
midriff tie top was fine ... perfect, in fact, for the bucolic image he
wanted to capture. Still, Mimi felt a little silly about posing in
front of a camera dressed like a farm girl.
"Hi!" she greeted, finding him in the empty stall at the eastern corner
of the barn where piles of loose sweet-smelling hay were stacked.
Behind Pansy, Dapper, Saul, and Carrie swished their tails fending off
the bee-sized horseflies. Pushing her hair back behind her ear, she
took time to stroke Pansy's nose. "Beautiful, isn't she?"
"... Huh? Yeah ..." Mr. Dobkins was obviously more concerned about
staging the shot than the condition of the horses, loaded the camera
with film.
When he was finished, he turned to watch Mimi for a slight moment as
she examined amateurishly the incision on Pansy's right flank, drawing
in a hissing breath at the sight of the coagulated crust of blood. "You
ready?"
"Ohhh ... sure," Mimi shrugged her shoulders apologetically, then
looked sheepish for a moment before whispering, "... what do you want
me to do? I ... I've never modeled before."
"No problem. Just follow my orders," he directed, appraising her
lithesome body with hungry eyes. "First I have to check you out ... see
what your best angles are," Dobkins grinned, showing the gums of his
teeth. "Don't, worry, honey," he assured, checking to see with a quick
turn of the head that the barn door was closed, "It's all right ...
it's part of my job. I have to look girls over all the time. I've done
everything from still-lifes to nudes ... a subject is a subject."
"Gosh ... I thought you'd just take a couple of fast shots, but then I
don't know anything about photography," she wrinkled up her nose,
admitting ignorance. There was her downfall ...
"Now be a good kid and stand up straight so I can get a good look at
you."
"Oh ... all right." Mimi stroked her hair smooth and, squaring her
shoulders, gave Mr. Dobkins one of those helpless little girl grins
that drove men wild. "Do ... do I look okay?" she stammered, running
her hands down over the tight-fitting faded Levi's she wore, suddenly
feeling terribly asexual and embarrassingly innocent for a model. Mimi
turned her profile to his eager eyes, her firm full breasts swelling
out provocatively beneath her farmer's handkerchief print blouse that
knotted about four inches above her waist ... just enough to let a
sliver of tanned stomach peek through.
The photographer nodded approvingly. "You look great ... at least from
what I can see. But you're going to have to show a little more leg,
honey. Remember, I have to entice the reader." He stood up after
adjusting the camera, his hand posed pensively under his chin. "...
Guess I shoulda told you to wear cut-offs ... you know, the kind with
the ragged edges ... Levi's, you call them ...?"
"Oh ... yeah. That would have been nice," echoed Mimi cooperatively.
Then her eyes brightened, blue as the sky on a June afternoon. "I could
ride back to the dorm and pick up a pair."
Mr. Dobkins' joviality suddenly vanished. "No, no, no ... we don't have
time for that. Take off your Levi's and let's see how you look in your
panties.
"I ... I couldn't do that ..."
Mr. Dobkins stiffened. "See here little girl ..." he growled. "I have a
reputation at stake here and I'm offering you a good sum of money to
take off your Levi's. Okay, if you won't I'll find another model!" his
impatience pierced the stillness of the barn where an occasional flag
of a horse's tail was the only sound on that Sunday afternoon.
Mimi's head fell. She pouted her lips, thought a moment. Tuition ...
this was her tuition money; she owed it to herself to cooperate. "Well
... okay. But turn your back."
She could feel the color filling her cheeks at even the thought of
undressing in front of a man. School or modesty ... those were her
choices.
"Okay, I have my back turned," he said. Patience. That was the only way
to handle girls like Mimi--shy girls. Unfortunately, as he'd learned in
the business, they were the ones with the fantastic bodies, the sex
appeal. The countrified fresh girls who've never been naked in front of
a camera before. Girls who didn't even know they were sexy and, who in
their very innocence, reeked of sex. Getting them naked, now that was
the trick.
Strip. Mimi's mouth was bone dry with nervousness. Take off your
clothes, take off your clothes, her brain chanted, demandingly, so
demandingly in fact, that the chestnut haired lovely forgot the simple
element of degrees. To be immodest was to be immodest, she rationalized
and forgetting about her Levi's, she started fingering the buttons on
her blouse, tossing his ultimatum back and forth. This money he was
offering her was enough to pay her tuition for one semester at least.
And mindlessly, she undid the buttons one by one, until the cotton
blouse was down to the knot, open to her narrow waist. The embarrassed
girl felt a little chill as the barn air brushed over her smooth naked
belly, and despite herself, she could feel her tiny nipples begin to
perk up under the taut nylon of her bra. With both hands, she reached
around and unfastened the snap on her Levi's and tugged on the zipper
till it whined its way down to her pubic mound. She let the Levi's fall
over her hips to her knees, then she stepped out of them, kicking them
to top a pile of hay. "Okay, Mr. Dobkins ... you can turn around now,"
she whispered, dollar signs flashing in front of her eyes.
Mr. Dobkins, expecting to see his model dressed in her blouse and
panties, spun around, and his eyes popped open wide with disbelief as
he gazed at the trembling, blushing beauty standing before him. He
sucked in his breath and straightened, inwardly chuckling to himself.
God, this girl was something else. From Miss Priss herself to near
naked in two minutes ... that was fast work. If she went this far on
her own ... how far would she go if pushed?
He took in her beauty from the smooth unblemished flow of her neck
where it curved down to the jutting, ripely formed mounds of her
breasts, swelling proudly under the sheerness of her nylon brassiere--
to the trim inverted curve of her waist to her full hips swelling to
curvaceous perfection and, certainly not least, to her long shapely
muscular legs blossoming in firm fullness at her thighs, then again in
the supple gracefulness of her well-turned calves. What a hunk of meat!
Christ, if he could get her naked and positioned up against the horse
... what a hell of a shot! He was staring at dollar signs now. The
magazine would pay a fortune for a full page color shot of her!
Dynamite! "Jesus, you're gorgeous ...
Mimi stared down at her sandaled feet, her face the color of autumn
apples, and just as shiney. "Please, Mr. Dobkins ... don't talk like
that. Let's ... Let's just get this over with ... huh?"
He couldn't take his eyes off her for even an instant. "Sure, honey ...
It'll be all over before you know it. But first ... let's have a peek
at the rest of you ... You know how much a model like you could make an
hour? Fifty dollars to a hundred and fifty at least ... God, kid, I
could make you rich! But I've got to know if you have any scars of
deformities. Let's give Dobkins a peek, huh?" The gums of his teeth
showed with that smile and his surfer blonde hair fell over his
forehead in strands.
"You really think so?" interrupted Mimi, suddenly feeling as if God had
smiled on her, answering all her financial problems in one afternoon.
She reached behind with both hands and unclasped the three catches of
her 32-D brassiere. "See ... I haven't got any scars," letting her bra
slide down over her bare arms. Her proud young breasts quivered
vulnerably in the open air and she could feel her tautly upthrust
nipples harden instantly as Dobkins' riveting appraisal locked on them.
They stood up firm on their own, without the slightest sag, her rigid,
pink-hued buds thrusting boldly straight ahead like two tiny pink eyes
returning his eager gaze.
Slowly, reluctantly, his eyes left the twin jutting bulges of her fully
ripe breasts, following down along the smooth unblemished expanse of
her flat belly, past the puckered indentation of her perfect navel ...
all golden tan as ripe wheat.
"Now the panties ..." he said, almost afraid to push his good luck any
farther.
She complied unhesitantly, feeling like Queen for a Day, she caught the
tight elastic waistband of her panties and peeled them down over the
gentle swell of her flaring hips. She pulled her modest white panties
down past her knees, exposing a chestnut vee of velvety pubic hair.
Mr. Dobkins was near delirium, his eyes glazed with growing lust as he
eyed the gorgeous, full-bodied girl who was peeling down to naked
flesh. Nude girls were nothing new to him ... Christ, he was bored with
them ... but this little honey. Virginal, innocent, naturally
beautiful!
"I ... am I okay?" Mimi asked sheepishly, wrinkling up her nose, her
voice cracking. Her cheeks were two scarlet patches that looked like
someone had splashed them with two quick strokes from an artist's
brush.
"Now just stand still ... do everything I tell you to, and we'll both
make money ..." replied Dobkins, loosening the collar to his short
shirt, perspiration rolling in beads down his neck.
She was the most delicious perfection of womanhood he'd seen for a long
time--not since that young surfer Polynesian from Hawaii. He grinned,
his piercing dark eyes two murky pools of lust as he anticipated his
plans for this delectable young beauty. He tried to imagine what that
warm moist, inviting crevice between her long legs would be like ... he
knew it would be tight and hot--it would just have to be ... and those
gracefully long legs would wind so perfectly around his back as he
furrowed wide that sweet warm slit of hers until she begged for mercy.
But he could see she was no shopworn working girl, not some broad he
could just climb on like so many of the others he took photos of. He
knew this young filly was something special, and he'd have to plan his
moves ever so carefully ...
"Yes ... we're gonna get some great shots of you. First," he directed,
pointing with a trembling finger at the pitchfork leaning against the
cool whitewashed stone wall of the barn, "... let's get this hay into a
better pile and then I want you to lay down over there on top of it ...
then we'll bring in one of the horses and have you kneel next to him
... you know, a little touchy, feely ...?" Huh, kid? Money, money,
money ...
"Ummmm ..." Mimi eyed the man suspiciously.
With a sense of utter humiliation, Mimi, still in the nude, swaggered
to the wall, picked up the pitchfork and started forking the hay into a
neat pile. The air billowed with dust and she heard a deep grunt,
turning in time to see Mr. Dobkins fluttering hands covering his camera
lens with his shirt. Now he stood with his bare chest naked to her, and
that seemed to quiet her fears of nudity a little.
"Gotta keep the dust from getting under the lens ..." he defended.
She turned to face him, setting the pitchfork back in its place. "I'm
sorry ... I didn't think ..."
"That's okay, kid ..." he laughed nervously. "Now just lie down ... fan
out your hair ... and look to the side ... not at the camera. You do
want the money, don't you?" he subliminally goaded. "Why you could be
knocking down two hundred a day ..."
Mimi decided not to argue and got down on her haunches to spread out on
the hay, prickly and sweet smelling. She squirmed uncomfortably as he
fumbled with the camera.
"No, now spread out," he said.
Mimi followed his instructions, and sprawled out on the hay, ignoring
the dusty smell that often made her wheeze and her nose water, and
ignoring the hellish prick of the dried hay. He suggested she turn
slightly on one side, and she obediently shifted her weight so she
faced the camera, her nerve-ends tingling as the camera lens aimed
straight at her unclothed body.
"Put one leg over the other ... I want to see some of that inner thigh
in the shot."
Flushed in the cheeks, Mimi obeyed, readjusting her long smooth legs,
unaware that tiny strands of her soft pubic hair were obscenely
visible. Mimi, the country girl, started spreading her legs out on the
hay, every once in a while clamping them shut again with the
remembrance of what she was doing!
"... That's it, loosen up," encouraged the photographer. "Just imagine
you're lying under an apple tree in the sunlight, and nobody's around
... just you ... relax, close your eyes for a second and take a deep
breath ... just you and the apple tree ..."
Mimi followed his instructions, feeling an instant sense of relaxation
take over. Her limbs loosened, her seeming to grow almost as they
stretched out the hay, and with it her inhibitions loosened too. Just
as Dobkins wanted. She closed her eyes recalling the apple orchard on
her father's farm and how she and Joey, her father's farmhand, had
kissed under that tree. How did Dobkins know? His lips soft and moist,
his tongue probing into her mouth. It wasn't long before she was
writhing on the hay, unconsciously undulating her hips in tiny circles.
How long had it been since she'd kissed a boy?
The photographer pressed the button on his electric Hasselblad,
flicking off shot after shot, and when the film was used up, Dobkins
decided it was time to pause. Time for his libido to take a break,
really. He came toward her, his eyes telegraphing his intent as obvious
as flashing bill boards.
Hearing footsteps crunching on the hay just next to her ear, Mimi
looked up in time to see Mr. Dobkins' face coming closer, closer to
hers. She stared him straight in the eye, with the penetration of a
snake ready to strike. "Mr. Dobkins ..." she scolded. "Why are you
looking at me like that?"
Dobkins stifled a laugh while Mimi squirmed against and down into the
prickly hay, vainly trying to cringe away from this frightening leering
man. Looking at her naked body was one thing ... that was money, but
touching it was a different matter entirely. Touching and had nothing
to do with tuition and making money and solving her problems.
"No ... please don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she said, her voice
loud, full of fear.
"Hey, come on, kid," he belted back, his fingers already unfastening
his belt, a move that immediately caught Mimi's watchful eye.
"What are you doing?"
He had her pinned to the hay pile now. "You're not going anywhere,
honey," the older man smirked, his belt undone and his polyester pants
half-open at the top of the zipper. "There's a prop I forgot to give
you little girl ... a lollipop to stick between those luscious lips of
yours."
"Huh?" Mimi was quick to lose patience. "Please, Mr. Dobkins, I don't
have a lot of time ... I have to get back to the dorm and ... So,
please, let's get on the pictures ..." Instinctively, she knew what was
happening, but if she admitted it to herself, she wasn't sure she could
stand the anguish or the embarrassment of letting him see her tears.
Dobkins squeezed her calf firmly in his strong confining grip, holding
her effectively, and yanked his zipper all the way down with his free
hand.
"Here you are, honey," he said, "just what you need!" He reached inside
his pants like he was probing deep in a grocery bag, and pulled out his
thick, menacingly hard cock. It flopped lewdly over his zipper, the
bloated tip slowly swelling in size as it sniffed open air.
Even Mimi couldn't hide the truth from herself now. "Stop it, Mr.
Dobkins ... put ... put it away!" She shielded her eyes from the heavy,
ugly organ or purplish flesh.
Dobkins only grinned and grabbed both her trim ankles, pulling her
naked body farther down onto the hay pile, dust flying like a cloud of
smoke. Mimi grasped for something to hang onto, but found nothing but
one of her sandals lost in the fray. "Now you watch yourself, little
lady ... there's nobody here, remember?"
Behind them, one of the horses--probably Pansy--let out an ominous
whine and he kicked out his hind legs, bucking, in protest to the
ravishment of his dear Mimi laying naked on the hay.
"Even ... even Pansy knows you're a ... a crook, a liar!" she spat in
his face, her chestnut hair checkered with twigs of hay entangled in
her curls.
"Too bad little girl ... don't look a gift horse in the mouth," he
smiled down at her. "I got something better to put in that mouth of
yours." The man of average height and weight rose to one knee, dropping
his pants and rumpled undershorts to mid-thigh. Now Mimi could see all
of his bulky thick cock and his huge, cum-burdened balls dangling like
two leathery bulbs beneath the short stubby knob of his cock.
Dobkins could see his model sizing him up, making all sorts of
appraisals of his manhood, and he sincerely wondered how many other men
she'd sized up. One or twenty? You couldn't tell with the innocent
type, those women who worked at deception. Anyway, they all looked at
him this way--at first. Maybe his little pumper wasn't much to look at
now, but he knew what surprises it had in store for this snooty nosed
little bitch! She thinks she's too good for me, but baby, what a
surprise you've got coming little girl! I'm gonna pump you like a
baseball.
He couldn't help grinning as he looked over his find, taking in her
pure, lushly ripened nakedness. So healthy, so damned healthy and
innocent. She was a juicy, fresh-picked peach--all naked and inviting,
lusciously perched on a pedestal, awaiting his touch, his mouth, his
lips ... and his cock!
He lifted one knee awkwardly, wincing at the pain of the hay picking
into his flesh. Christ, the tortures I put myself through for a piece
of ass ... easier to go out and buy a piece from a working girl ...
Then he shoved that knee between Mimi's hips until he was straddling
her securely, pinning her down on the hay.
The panic-stricken girl squirmed to escape him as he rose on one knee
and yanked his pants down over his ankle, over his already bare foot,
taking advantage of his momentary clumsiness. But Dobkins anticipated
that, and thwarted her attempt immediately. He pinned her instantly
with one hand right in the middle of her smooth flat belly, tightly
smashing her against the hay as he pulled his pants free of his other
leg and tossed them on the floor beside him.
Her defenseless body's strength to resist now weakening, Mimi pleaded
helplessly for him to leave her alone, her mind whirling, half-dazed
windmill of fear and humiliation.
Oh, God, please ... don't let this awful thing happen to me! Oh God, I
was such a fool! So hungry for a fast solution and now I'm going to pay
for my greediness. "Oh, please, Mr. Dobkins ... you can take all the
photographs of me you want ... But not this! Not this!"
Chapter 2
Mimi Spender cried, screamed, kicked, and pleaded to her guardian
angels. It did no good. Pinned to the hay stack with that smirking
photographer squatting victoriously over her, she wondered how she
could have been so stupidly ignorant as to let this man sweet talk her
into getting naked. His immense hairy balls were brushing her flat
smooth belly, his thick knob of a cock beginning to swell and harden as
it dangled beneath his taut stomach.
"C'mon, honey, stop playing hard to get. I know you aren't a virgin,
for Chrissakes. Nobody takes off their clothes like that ... not if
they got a cherry!" leered Dobkins, gripping his stiffly hardening cock
in his right hand. "You and I both know you want to get fucked!"
"No! You've got it all wrong!" cried Mimi, her eyes wide with terror.
"I don't want to do it!"
Easing his form forward, the older man slid his naked loins over the
pinioned girl's trembling belly until his heavy balls dangled lewdly
between her bulging, quivering breasts. As he knelt, her pink crinkly
nipples jutted straight up at him, the soft curve of her ripely molded
breasts resting against his thighs where he straddled her, pinning her
between his thick legs.
Pushing the full fleshy mounds of her heaving breasts tightly together
with his thighs, he squeezed the turgid rubbery length of his throbbing
cock hardness between her warm resilient breasts. A barely audible sigh
of pleasure escaped his lips as he felt the yielding softness caress
the sensitive length of his rapidly swelling shaft, urging his
slumbering member into rosy, blood-filled stiffness until the swollen
bulbous tip poked stiffly against her chest, hidden between the
tremulous 32D breasts.
That's it, old boy ... just keep growing like that right in front of
her eyes ... harder and harder ... thicker and thicker!
Suddenly, his rigid penile spear sprang from its hiding place between
her trembling breasts, shooting out like a quivering arrow from his
loins. Still gripping it tightly in his right hand, he pulled back the
sheath of flesh that covered the blood-engorged cock head until it
poked free with a moist plopping sound. Squeezing the hard shaft of his
urgently pulsing cock tightly, the bulbous tip swelled with deep,
blood-infused fullness, distending until it was twice its normal size,
pulsating with eagerness scant inches from Mimi's fright-widened aqua
eyes.
Tears began to trickle, against her will, from beneath her now closed
lids as she refused to admit to herself--her only chance for escape--
what was happening to her!? It was hopeless, she knew. "Oh, please, Mr.
Dobkins ... just let me get dressed and I'll get on my bike and ride
back to the dorm ... nobody will ever know ..."
Dobkins grinned with a leer that could freeze rain. "That's right,
nobody will ever know ..."
Mimi opened her eyes, nearly afraid to believe her own ears. "What did
you say?"
Dobkins aimed his throbbing swollen cock at her face like a weapon.
"Suck my cock, Mimi! Suck it really good just one time and I'll let you
go home."
It took a full second for the words to register in her luridly confused
brain but, when they did, they slammed into her like a ton of falling
steel. "No! No! You're out of your mind! I can't do that ... I won't!"
she gasped, struggling with all her strength to free her naked body
from his grip. But his thick hairy thighs pinned her like glue to the
hay pile so that she was powerless to escape him no matter how hard she
tried.
Then she remembered something she'd learned from a high school football
player she'd once dated--hit him where he was most vulnerable ... and
it wasn't his Achilles heel! Gritting her teeth and summoning all her
meager courage, the desperate girl slammed her tightened fist into his
scrotum with all her strength, smashing her small hand all the way into
his groin.
" Oh ... oh ... aaaggghhh!" he snarled, immediately clutching at his
painfully throbbing testicles with both hands, releasing for an instant
his grip on her.
And that fleeting instant was all Mimi needed. Like a serpent, she
quickly slithered out from under the weight of the horrible naked man
and flung her legs toward the barn floor.
Snapping to her feet, she grabbed her clothes and bolted for the barn
door, trailing undergarments behind her in a mindless dash for safety.
Nothing mattered except putting as much distance between them as she
possibly could.
Nearly stumbling as she raced across the worn cold cement floor, she
reached the door in three bounding leaps, leaving a whining bray of
horses behind her.
"You stupid little bitch!" roared Dobkins, still clutching his pained
groin. "I locked that door ... you think I'm stupid or what? Maybe
you're not as smart as you thought, huh? You coulda gotten off by just
sucking my cock, but now you're gonna get it!"
Staggering clumsily to his feet, the man came toward her, his eyes
squinting with menacing maliciousness. "You goddamn little bitch. Come
here!"
Too frightened to run, and knowing screams and confusion would only
upset the horses, Mimi cowered before him, awkwardly covering her
chestnut patch of pubic hair and the pink points of her resilient young
breasts. "Please ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," she whimpered
weakly, her lips trembling, again feeling beaten by a man. First Dr.
Osborn refused to give her a B because she was a woman and now ... and
now this man was treating her like a slut for the same reason. It
didn't make sense.
"And cut out that shit, too," muttered Dobkins. "Crying won't do any
good ... not after that cute little stunt you just pulled!"
He grabbed her by the waist, shoving her roughly ahead of him, back
down on the hay pile. Her eyes darted toward the pitchfork, and for a
moment she considered leaping for it and stabbing this vile man right
where it hurt. But if she wasn't faster than he this time ... God only
knew what he'd do to her then. Stab her? Slit her throat? No, better to
take the passive route, crooked and threatening as it was.
Timidly, Mimi sat on the hay, numb to its prickling, her knees clamped
in ludicrous modesty as the naked man advanced on her, her arms folded
in a reverent cross over her chest.
Grabbing her painfully by the shoulder, Dobkins squeezed the tender
flesh in his tight grip and shoved the defenseless girl down supine,
forcing her then, by a mere flip of his arm, into a humiliating
kneeling position before him. Mimi offered no resistance--the will to
live her own goal. She had learned her lesson and she couldn't afford
to enrage him any more than she already had.
Pulling her head roughly toward his hairy loins, he smashed her face
flat against his again limp cock.
"Mmmmmfff ..." She could barely open her mouth to speak as he held her
crushed against him, her lips touching the smooth rubbery head of his
twitching cock.
Her stomach tightened in sudden panic as she tasted the salty tanginess
of his flaccid cock crammed against her quivering lips--she'd never
touched a man's penis with her mouth, not even her old lover Joey's
under the apple tree, and that was so long ago she wasn't even certain
if that affair had happened. Maybe if they'd been together longer she
would have done this for Joey. The burning knot of fear in her stomach
grew larger, like a cancerous growth of repugnance threatening to burst
her insides, but she fought it bravely, determined not to add to her
humiliation. Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender
streamed down her flushed cheeks as she realized she was about to be
forced to perform this lurid act with a total stranger. With Joey, it
would not have seemed so despicable. But with this awful filthy man it
became an act of total debasement.
"You know what to do with it, baby," growled Dobkins, gripping her long
chestnut locks tightly with his fingers of both hands and twisting
until her mouth opening in searing pain. "Suck it, cunt! Suck it! Suck
it real good and use that sweet little tongue of yours to clean it nice
and slick!"
With one last surge of hope, the defenseless young girl sought to beg
for mercy, but when her lips parted, his turgid cock was swiftly rammed
between them with a sudden snap of his pelvis, filling her vulnerable
virginal mouth with his fleshy, blood-swollen length. Her cheeks
hollowed instinctively to accommodate its full size and immediately it
began to swell and harden even more in the moist warmth of her
confining mouth.
"Lick it clean, bitch!" he ordered. "Lick it til it's nice and hard.
And if you're real good, you'll get an extra treat." She glanced up at
him with soulful, pleading blue eyes, but the mean smirk that streaked
across his face told her there was no hope left.
Instinctively, she tried to keep her tongue from touching his obscenely
throbbing cock head, but she found it impossible as the thick shaft
continued to swell in the warm clinging moistness of her mouth.
His fingers tightened once again in her thick wavy hair. "Lick it, I
told you! Lick it nice!"
Timidly, Mimi touched her virginal tongue to the instantly throbbing
head of his fleshy cock, afraid of what response it might bring. At the
mere thought of his hot seething semen emptying into her throat, she
gagged in repulsion, then tried to keep those thoughts out of her mind.
Filled with throbbingly hot blood, the swollen penile shaft grew more
huge as her tongue reluctantly caressed the thick hardening length. -
And as it began to grow even longer and thicker, Mimi was suddenly
terribly scared! This time her fright was very physical, very real!
It's going to choke me ... asphyxiate me! This ugly thing will go right
down my throat and I won't be able to breath!
Without a hint of warning, Dobkins suddenly pulled back with a quick
jerk of his hips, and Mimi looked up at her cruel captor with wide-eyed
wonder as his stiffly pulsating cock slipped from between her moist
clasping lips.
"Surprised, bitch, huh?" he sneered, holding his dilated cock in his
left hand so that the distended tip lewdly brushed her lips. "Well,
don't be ... I just decided I'll take a rain check on my blow job.
You've got a nice little pussy between those pretty legs of yours, and
I aim to have some of it. What d'ya say? You gonna give it to me, or do
I have to take it?
Mimi admitted defeat. "I ... I can't fight you any more ... I'll do
whatever you say ..." Then defiance flickered in her aqua eyes. "But
that doesn't mean I'm going to like it," she spat.
Dobkins guffawed, his shock of stringy blonde falling over his
forehead. "We'll see ... but-first, get up on your knees!" Mimi
shamefully obeyed, unable to look her tormentor in the eye. Shivering
involuntarily, she lowered her naked body until she was flat on her
belly.
Dobkins looked over his choice prize appraisingly as if she were a hunk
of roast beef ready to be sliced for a deli sandwich. Her twin firm
buttocks were clenched tightly together, that he could see. "Up on your
knees!" he barked. "I want to see that little brown eye looking at me!"
Cringing, Mimi obeyed, resigned to her plight. Oh God ... how could I
have been so stupid! No wonder I got a C in horse-face's class. I hate
being a woman ... I'm so vulnerable to everybody!
Gripping her firm young buttocks with both hands, Dobkins spread the
deep crevice of her trembling ass cheeks with his thumbs, opening up to
his unobstructed view the taut muscular ring of her tiny cringing anus,
then the warm moist pink softness of her vaginal cleft, her fleshy
puckered lips spread ever so slightly in a tempting display of lewd
feminine appeal.
Mimi's whole body tensed like a coiled spring in horrified anticipation
of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at any minute. But
she wasn't prepared for what happened next!
Pain she would have been ready for--but not this!
Skillfully, Dobkins spread the soft pink flanges of her vulnerably
proffered young pussy, opening wide the warm moist lips and brushing
aside the softly curling hairs that lined the sides of her damp
crevice. When the narrow slit was spread wide enough for his amusement,
exposing the fluted coraline edges of her moist vaginal hole, Dobkins
lowered his head to her soft fragrant pussy-lips, catching the young
girl completely by surprise.
Her body cracked like a horse's whip as his tongue made its first,
electric-like contact with the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh of her
vulnerable vaginal lips.
"No ... No ... please!" she gasped, her lips trembling uncontrollably
as Dobkins' tongue probed her forbidden cuntal regions deftly, bringing
shivers of wicked delight that coursed unwanted over her obscenely
kneeling nakedness in involuntary spasms. She blushed crimson with
embarrassment, humiliated that this total stranger, this awful man,
could bring such a lascivious response from her treacherously
rebellious body. And she was powerless to stop it!!!
Opening her moistly trembling cuntal furrow wide with his thumbs,
Dobkins burrowed his tongue and lips up into the warm slit, poking
lewdly into its deep hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a new
quiver of aroused helplessness to her nakedly writhing form. Her
breasts were smashed against the hay, beneath her kneeling body, and
her lewdly exposed buttocks were shoved upward invitingly, unprotected
and vulnerable to his lustful expert plundering.
"Oh, please ... this is so awful ... please stop!" She felt so abused,
so used, dirty and soiled. It wasn't fair the way she was being
treated. Why me?
Don't want to my ass! Christ, I'm gonna drown in her cunt juice if she
doesn't stop grinding her ass into my face!
He knew he was good with his tongue ... enough women had told him so
... and he knew this snotty little coed was no different from the
others. She might be more educated, but when it came to sex, college
diplomas didn't mean a fucking thing. His beady eyes squinted with
anticipation as he thought of his aching distended cock pounding into
this ripe young bitch's pussy, filing her sex-starved, empty belly with
his hot scalding sperm ... reaming her tight little cunt hold like
she'd never had it from any college Joe!
Burrowing his nose into the moist juiciness of her craning pussy hole,
Dobkins fastened his teeth ever so gently on her tiny sensitive
clitoris. He knew he'd found it when her naked buttocks shimmied like a
horse's coat does when it's chasing a fly away with its tail.
Unbelievably, the humiliated girl felt her tiny pink nipples suddenly
grow hard from the rough friction with the hay, poking painfully into
her flesh. Oh my God, what's come over me? What kind of an animal is he
making me into? I'm no better than Pansy when she goes into heat. I
feel like rearing my hind legs and getting screwed!
Teasingly, the lustfully minded photographer rolled the tiny bud of her
throbbing clitoris between his partially clenched cigarette-stained
teeth, feeling the little nub harden and swell as he nibbled at it,
licking it roughly with his tongue, causing the naked young girl to
squirm in a desperate attempt to escape the agonizing assault on her
seething loins. She tried vainly to clench her firm wriggling buttock
cheeks together, hoping she could put off his salacious attack, but he
held the fleshy half-moons tightly in his grip and his fingers into her
sensitive nakedness painfully when she tried to pull away, leaving
bright, criss-crossing red welts across her cream-white buttocks.
Mimi's eyes were shut tight but still the tears streamed like rain down
her cheeks. Her nose started to run and her eyes burned. Still, the
alluringly positioned young girl began to be shatteringly aware of a
new sensation of lewd burning desire ravaging her belly--a raging hot
flame fanned with seven long months without a man--a flame she'd tried
so hard to suppress.
Chuckling to himself as his victim's lush naked hips began to slowly
and involuntarily grind in a quiet steady rhythm, making tiny
concentric circles, Dobkins nibbled voraciously on her stiffly
throbbing clitoris.
"Ohhhhh ... please ... please!" she moaned, her mouth half-open, her
eyes still tightly shut. The tears had ceased to stream down her
reddened cheeks, but her head was tossed back, her long, dark hair
trailing over her naked shoulders and onto her back. "Please, stop! I
can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten, Dobkins thought.
What a waste of ass!
Pleased with his efforts, Dobkins stepped up his pace to a lizard-like
tongue licking between the pulsing nub of her wetly distended clitoris
and the sensitive flesh flanges of her seething young pussy. He had a
tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, and he could feel her
naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips writhed shamelessly
against his tautingly swirling tongue.
Mimi's quivering upthrust buttocks ground harder and faster as she
shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's lewd delicious probing.
Though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling
brain could muster, the susceptible coed was rapidly losing control.
"Oh ... oh ... it feels so good! I can't take any more," she whimpered,
her sultry mouth pouting. Rivulets of perspiration ran down her spine
to drip in the widespread furrow of her undulating buttocks seeping now
with her own sex juices, the spicy smell mingling with the heady animal
smell of the barn.
Dobkins knew he had her right where he wanted her. She was his to do
with as he pleased--nothing could stop him now.
With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on
her lust-swollen clitoris and raised his head to look over his
helplessly kneeling model one more time. Her whole body continued to
quiver, her hips grinding in their same steady rhythm as a low mournful
gasp slipped from her throat.
"Ohhhh, please don't stop now ... I was almost there," she moaned
unconsciously. "Don't stop now! Pleeez don't stop!"
His face smeared with a leering grin, Dobkins brought his ominous
blood-stiffened cock up into position poised at the fleshy entrance to
her hot moist cuntal hole, the lust-filled head brushing the pink
softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly.
Mimi's whirling mind suddenly snapped to a fleeting jolt of frightening
reality and she realized only too well how close she was to consciously
giving herself to this man. "No! No! Not that ... I won't let you! I
refuse!"
Heedless of her pleas, Dobkins buried his lust-swollen hardness to its
hairy base in the moist clasping warmth of her cringing cuntal vault,
fucking it up to the very hilt with one powerfully surging snap of his
hips. The softly yielding walls rippled aside in waves of delicious
ecstasy as his throbbing shaft of impatient cock-flesh filled her
tender young passage completely, spreading her obscenely fucked cuntal
lips wide as his eager cock rammed deep up into her belly.
"Oooowwww!" she moaned, her tender cuntal depths on fire as her
tormentor's huge cock pierced her painfully on his ruthlessly impaling
thickness.
"OH, please ... Pleeez!"
Her cries were fuel for Dobkins' smoldering loins and he began to slam
his turgidly aroused cock up into her narrow constrictive passage again
and again and again ...
Christ, what tight little pussy this chick's got! I'd swear she's been
fucked only a few times!
With both hands, he reached around her full thighs and grasped her firm
young belly, lifting her slightly for even better penetration. He heard
her gasp for breath as his pulsing hardness drove from behind ever
deeper up into the innocent depths of her fitfully quivering womb--he
could tell he was in virgin territory and it made him feel good to know
he'd been the one to explore those depths, others having been unable to
find just the right spot in the depths of her tight young cunt to drive
her out of her mind. She was undeniably his now, and he aimed to give
her a fucking she'd never forget!
"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!"
His words made the perversity all the more exciting, and Mimi found
herself grinding back harder and harder onto his thick impaling shaft,
rocking her full naked hips from side to side as his conquering cock
burrowed deeper and deeper up into her defenseless vagina. Every inward
thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her
obscenely ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath
her, but her smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air,
grinding upward to meet his cruelly plundering lunges with erotic
movements of their own.
His swollen throbbing cock felt like a baseball bat shoved up inside
her stretched tender cuntal passage, but there was no longer any
searing pain, just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal lust that
swept over her in a surging fiery tide.
Reaching under her writhing, sweat-soaked pelvis, Dobkins lifted her
higher, slamming his stiffened aching penis deeper, ever deeper in the
forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened pussy channel. His
fleshy cock spear slipped in and out of her hungrily clasping cuntal
sheath easily, coated profusely with her lubricating juices, the excess
seeping from her clutching cuntal lips to trickle down her smooth
quaking thighs.
He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her greedy cunt
until only the bulbous tip remained between her tauty stretched pussy-
lips. Like a voracious mouth, her moist cuntal lips held the swelled
knob of his eager cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her wetly
clasping passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of long
thick hardness to slide from their rapacious grip. There could be no
doubt about it now--she was his, and only seconds away from complete
lascivious abandonment.
"Oh God ... don't stop! Don't stop! That's it ... harder, deeper, fuck
me!"
Dobkins knew the end was close and with every ounce of strength left in
his body he pounded violently into her eager heated pussy, gritting his
teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate
effort to hold back the seething flood that filled his balls so
painfully he thought he'd explode.
Just--one--more ... deep--grinding--thrust ... just--one--more!
"Ohhhhhh," Mimi's voice let out a deep vibrato flutter; "Oh, I'm
cummmming ... I--I ... I'm cummmming!" Oh, aaaggghhh ... eeeeiiiii!"
Slamming his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding
buttocks, Dobkins buried his throbbing cock right up to the hilt in the
wet juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt. With a loud gasping cry
of relief he felt his hot surging sperm course the length of his
painfully swollen cock to explode in a giant torrent of fiery sticky
sperm far up into her belly, filling her young, hungrily sucking cuntal
hole for the first time in seven long months since she and Joey ended
their affair after he decided to be a farmer and she went on to
college.
Mimi felt the muscles spasm from her toes right up to her head as the
surging throes of her climax ran its devastating course. Her ravished
vaginal passage hungrily gulped up every precious drop of spewing,
life-giving liquid as it pumped into her with spurt after spurt after
spurt of hot searing ecstasy.
Finally, releasing his grip on her thighs, Dobkins dropped the spent
young woman back onto the hay and she fell forward, collapsing in a
heaving gasping heap on the prickly hay.
Dobkins' rapidly deflating penis slipped from her taut, juice-soaked
cunt with an obscene sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving behind
a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of
his rubbery cock head, hanging lifelessly between his taut thighs,
before dripping onto the hay in a puddle.
He reached for his undershorts, and wiped his limp cock clean with
them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his own sperm and the model's
love juices from his dangling leathery balls. Then he tossed the soiled
undergarment aside.
"Now let's get back to work ... we've still got a couple of rolls of
film left," he said, zipping up his pants.
* * *
Mimi pulled herself up from the hay pile, then began collecting her
clothes from the barn floor, moving gingerly to ease the throbbing pain
between her legs, but fast enough to dart out the barn door before
Dobkins could stop her.
"To hell with you!" she shrieked, slamming the barn door closed and
locking it from the outside.
Chapter 3
Sore between her legs from John Dobkins' brutal ravagement and sore at
the world for her ill-turned fate, Mimi Spender had peddled at full
speed her ten speed bicycle back to the dormitory and headed straight
through the heavy glass doors to collide head-on with her roommate of
this semester--Susie, a tall, blonde girl, friendly in her own timid
way. Her blonde, perspiration-matted hair clung to her forehead in
stringy bangs and the underarms of her University of California T-shirt
were damp from running up and down the steps with boxes of books and
accumulated memorabilia of her first semester at the University.
"Hey, Mimi!" she gushed with an enthusiasm Mimi was hard put to match.
Susie, set down the suitcases she was carrying, giving her arms a quick
shake to get the circulation back in her favor. Quickly, though, her
smile faded and in a sisterly manner put her hand on Mimi's shoulder,
picking a strand of hair clean of hay. She held the plucked twig in one
hand, then reached for another. "My God!" where have you been Mimi? You
look like you've been rolling in the hay with Tom Jones. What's the
matter?"
Mimi sucked in her breath. No, she couldn't tell Susie about the
horrible afternoon she had ... she couldn't tell anybody. Not even the
police. "I ... I'm okay. Pansy bucked me off," she lied.
"Hmmm ... that's all huh?" There was more, but Susie didn't pry. "Hey,
my Dad's waiting for me in the car so I gotta go. I'm glad I got to see
you before I left. Bending her knees, she picked up her bulging
suitcases and gave her friend a quizzical look. "Hey, just to brighten
up your day, there's a surprise for you up on the bed. I found it in
the student Union today ... might help. I know you're uptight about
tuition and horse-face giving you that C and all ..."
"Yeah?" Mimi brightened momentarily, but her encouragement was soon
dampened. She'd heard that story before. Easy money ... didn't exist.
"Take care of yourself, Mimi, and I guess I'll see you next semester,
huh?"
"You too, Susie. I'll write ... bye!" Half way through the door to the
elevator, Mimi turned in time to see her confidante brace her back
against the heavy door to open it. For a second their eyes locked. "Say
hello to your parents!" called out Mimi, bridging the silence, the very
clumsy silence that separated the two girls.
The dormitory room looked like an abandoned ship. Had Mimi been in a
more jovial mood the starkness of the stripped mattress and barren
bulletin board might have been depressing, but as it was, she welcomed
the solitudinous emptiness. Her own belongings--most of which were
already packed--sat in boxes with no destination. What to do?
A scribbled note caught her eye. Oh yes, that must be what Susie found
in the student union. Mimi sank down on the mattress, her calves tight
from the breakneck bike ride back to campus, and her inner thighs sore
and bruised, she was sure, from the photographer's assault. In Susie's
gothic handwriting in red ink, Mimi read: "Good bye in case I don't see
you before I leave. See 'ya next semester and have a good summer. Don't
do anything I wouldn't do." Mimi cringed, but read on. Below was a
index card obviously plucked from its staples. Surprisingly, it was an
ad which read: "Help wanted--Female only--to work at Bartholomew's
Kennels outside of Davis. Low wages but good experience; room and board
included. Contact Ed. All applications confidential." Then below: "Send
photograph for interview."
"Yippee!" Now here is a job right up my alley! None of this model junk.
"Fantastic!"
With new resolve and a plumped up sense of self-worth, Mimi picked up
the phone and dialed nine for an outside line and called information
for Davis, Bartholomew's Kennels. A man answered, introducing himself
as Ed Buyers and offered (considering Mimi's qualifications) to
arrangement an interview for her tomorrow.
Chapter 4
After all these years of debauchery, Ed Buyers for his thirty-eight
years was still a good looking man. Bachelorhood was his key: He didn't
have to devote any time to covering evidence of his debauchery ... the
late nights with women, the empty Jack Daniels bottles ... nothing.
Just he and his dogs and his assistants. Clearly, he was the master of
his castle, and that was rule number one here at Bartholomew's Kennels.
His property was vast. A full three hundred and fifty two acres of fine
Davis land, though the new freeway ran a cement ribbon through the
middle of that acreage. In the center of the property, down in a valley
between the freeway and the scrub pine hills bordering it, sat his two-
story wooden frame house with a wide screened in front porch where he
ate his meals when the weather allowed. Behind the main house, as his
'assistants' called it, was a summer home where one of his two coed
assistants lodged, using the kitchen in the main house whenever they
wished. In the winter the summer home would have been far too chilly to
be habitable, but the scorching summer months found it ideal. The girls
didn't complain ... that was Ed's thermometer for change. Off to the
right, under a small grove of peach, pear, apple, and plum trees were
the dog kennels--a small shed painted in cherry red with Bartholomew's
Kennels painted in an expert, feminine Gothic hand. Beside the shed was
a fenced-in dog run constructed of heavy mesh stolen from the depot of
supplies when the freeway was being built.
At five-thirty on this Monday afternoon, with the sun hanging hot in
the cloudless sky, Ed Buyers settled on the chaise lounge of his front
porch, a cold Dos Equis in a frosty mug clutched in one hand. Carrie, a
well-endowed black haired girl with deep dimples on her cheeks and one
to match on her chin, paraded before him cleaning up the luncheon
dishes from the table. She had come to Ed's looking for a job ... just
as Mimi Spender had done that afternoon ... and Carrie had decided this
was her avocation in life and stayed, forgetting about college,
forgetting about pompous sorority sisters and frat parties.
"Tell me ..." urged Ed, grasping out to touch Carrie's ripely tan well
exposed flesh, "what do you think of her?"
"Her? Who's her?" The dishes clanked together as he piled up the coffee
cups.
"Mimi ... the girl I just interviewed."
"Oh, great ...!" An edge of jealousy didn't escape Ed's practiced
instincts. "Carrie turned then. "You got the hots for her, don't you? I
don't understand ... she's not your type at all ... so innocent."
"Oh yeah, maybe she's a little too country, but baby, those tits!
Jesus, she's got a pair of knockers on her that won't quit!" He took a
deep sip of his beer. "Besides," he started decisively, "we need some
new blood around here. Something to liven the place up."
"Now you're turning into a tit man, huh? I thought you were an ass man
from way back!" She started for the kitchen with the dirty plates.
"I am, I am! But she's no slouch in that department either. Man, would
I ever like to throw the ol' meat to that little honey!"
Piqued by this sudden fixation of Ed's, Carrie set down the dirty
dishes on the counter-top next to the dish washer and slipped her hands
back to undo the hooks of her bikini top. Ed's raving about another
woman's body made Carrie's ears buzz with envy and distrust of his
intentions, and there was only one way to keep Ed's mouth shut. Carrie
had wriggled out of her bikini top now and her rich full breasts had
spilled free of their cups and swung tantalizingly down to her chest,
twin white melon-shaped islands in a sea of tanned flesh, capped with
the crinkly dark half-dollar nipples that peered at him like an extra
pair of eyes. She stood in the doorway adjoining the porch to the
kitchen now, her hands braced against the door jam, making her breasts
perk out all the more. "Anything wrong with the knockers you have at
home?" She was all too conscious of who she, Carrie, had happened to
replace Josey, Ed's lover before her, and by God she wasn't about to be
replaced by anybody.
Seductively, she put one hand under each breast, lifting its soft
weight lightly and holding the resilient mounds up and out in
unmistakable offering to her lover.
"Oh, baby, you know better than that!" Ed exclaimed, putting down his
beer glass. "Come here you gorgeous little hunk of ass!" he commanded,
crooking his finger at her.
As usual, she obeyed with a little giggle, slinking down to his side on
the chaise lounge. Like a sailor hot for a lay, he pounced on her. All
at once his lips were everywhere on her naked flesh, warmly licking the
hardening tips of her nipples, tracing a path with the moistness of his
tongue-tip between her proudly bulbing peak of feminine flesh.
His hands coursed over the smoothness of her bare back and down over
the lust-inciting swell of her shapely buttocks, as his finger probed
deeply into the moist and hairless nether cleft and his thumbs hooked
in the tight elastic strip of her bikini, pulling it down and over the
full womanly curve of her ass cheeks. She spread her thighs just a
little so that he could tug the tightly fitting swim suit bottoms down
along her long thin legs and she kicked out of them with a little
shiver of anticipation and excitement. She liked being naked, it felt
good to her, and if there was a man naked too, well all the better! Her
lover's tongue dropped from the tingling fleshy mounds of her breasts
and traced a thin trail along the smooth flatness of her belly, rubbing
over the soft, nearly invisible little hairs that led the way to the
fluffy vee shaped mound of pubic softness below. She shivered again,
more violently this time, as his tongue made its initial electric
contact with the nerve-filled bud of her tiny pink clitoris. "Ohhh,
God, Ed, that's so good! Your tongue there on my clit like that is
fantastic!" Carrie sucked in her breath. The chaise lounge squeaked
under their weight.
Standing up, Ed pulled himself free of his trousers and undershorts
without ever once taking his tongue away from the fragrant dampness of
her warmly secreting vaginal cleft. Christ, it was so delicious! It was
uncanny, but there always seemed to be something different about Carrie
... some exotic forbidden taste she had to her there that was so good
it was addictive!
She pushed him away firmly but gently and for a second he looked up at
her with a puzzled expression but when he saw that certain little tight
grin spreading across her beautiful face, he knew what was coming. God,
how that woman liked to suck cock! Man, she could eat four before
breakfast and still be hungry!
Carrie looked down into Ed's eyes and pushed on him back onto the
chaise lounge until he took the hint and let himself lay supine.
Christ, how she wanted him now! She'd suck him and nibble on that cock
of his till he wouldn't remember what that little bitch Mimi Spender
even looked like. Nothing could turn her on like the hot, hardened feel
of a good thick cock there so deliciously in her mouth. And when it
squirted its scalding thick load down her throat all she had to do was
merely squeeze her thighs tightly together to massage her clitoris
between the moist warm lips of her cunt and she would cum like a
speeding freight train! No college course could teach you that!
The heavily panting brunette was trembling as she leaned over her
husband to trail her full lips wetly down over the taut muscles of his
hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she purred softly, "Ready,
lover?" He moaned under her practiced touch and she kept it up, knowing
he liked it when she talked like that. Most men did. It seemed to
appeal to their baser instincts and it never failed to get the action
started. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his stiffened hardness
which was so achingly erect there jutting out from the slight paunch of
his abdomen. She crawled in between his spread legs to hover on all
fours with her face just above the towering red length of his lust-
engorged penis, knowing that he could feel her heated breath on him
there and he was squirming in eager anticipation of the feel of her
moist warm lips clasped tight around his aching rigidity.
Ed choked out a muffled grunt as he lay on the chaise lounge, and she
began to stroke his thickened rod of male hardness first with one hand
and then between both hands with a slow, pressuring motion. He groaned
again, thrusting his loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-
moistened lips closed over the sensitively throbbing head of his now
steel-hard cock.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, excitedly and he groaned once again, reaching down
and knotting his fingers in her curly hair to guide the rhythm of her
now lewdly bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his head now to
watch her contorted face as she lustfully stuffed all of his fleshy
hardness between her ovalled lips. It made the sensation that much more
exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy cock buried
between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for her
whenever she could actually see Ed's laving tongue as it washed into
the open moist crevice of her pinkly throbbing cunt.
And now Carrie's rapt attention was centered solely on the pulsating
hardness fucking deep into her mouth. Sometimes, just to make the
enjoyment even more exciting and wicked, she would close her eyes and
pretend it wasn't Ed's cock in her mouth at all, but some other man's.
Mr. Parry, the muscle-bound man from the Co-op who delivered the dog
food; or Jamie, the farm-hand. What difference did it make? A cock was
a cock and it was a cock and it was true, she did love to suck them!
Any cock! Just the taste of them started the old juices flowing down
there between her thighs and pretty soon she would be so wet that there
would be a big damp spot on the insides of her legs if she kept them
together. With these lewd thoughts in mind, she sucked up and off his
rigid hardness then and began to play over the purplish spongy glans
with the tip of her tongue, boring teasingly into the tiny wetness of
its little end slit the way she knew every man liked. He shook beneath
her slavering tongue as if he were feverish, and once more she worked
the heavy outer layer of foreskin up and down, finally drawing it all
the way back to slide her warm lips down over the hardened fleshy
organ, enclosing the swollen, blood-filled knob at the end in the hot
moist pressure of her mouth. She tightened them elastically around its
solid thickness and again began moving her head around in the lewd
motion she knew Ed liked to see.
"Suck it baby, suck it!" Ed gasped as she gently cupped the leathery
sac of his cum-laden testicles with one hand and stroked the base of
his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other. At the
same time, she twirled her saliva-moistened tongue spiritedly around
his smooth warm cock-head with every upward suck, letting the tip flick
maddeningly into its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex and was
certain that his head was raised and his eyes were still upon her,
watching the lust-provoking sight of her obscenely bobbing head
presented for him.
With her woman's intuition, the cock hungry brunette sensed rather than
felt his throbbing reaction and began to suck his throbbing member
harder, the tips of her teeth gently scraping the resisting flesh,
leaving wispy bloodless trails beneath the surface of the skin. With an
uncontrollable feeling of masochism, Carrie began taking more and more
of it into her mouth, sucking it toward the shelter of her throat,
sliding her hands down beneath his tensing buttocks to pull his loins
up tighter toward her face. Furiously, with the passion of a savage
animal, she swirled her tongue around and around the lust-swollen knob
of his cock until she knew it was nearing the bursting point and would
soon explode in a torrent of thick pleasure-giving cum that would gush
down her throat and fill her completely with its seething warmth.
Almost every inch of its thickly rigid length was buried down her
clasping throat!
Remembering her little secret thrill, she tightened her thighs together
then, massaging their supple resilience rhythmically against one
another to squeeze the pink hair-lined lips of her cuntal crevice
together and massage pleasurably the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect
clitoris. Almost immediately great swirls of familiar heat began to
pressure her in the seething fury of her naked loins and belly. She
felt her desire-swollen breasts swaying erotically beneath her in time
to her every slaving movement. Below her, the muscles of Ed's belly
began to tauten like steel bands as he arched his hips up off the
lounge to push his pounding cock flesh even further into the sucking
cavern of her wetly enveloping throat. Ed began to moan then as if in
great pain, the signal for her that he was almost there, and she was
happy for that. Her knees banged against the aluminum joints of the
lounge with his every movement and she was sure she'd be crippled if he
didn't cum soon! Carrie set herself determinedly, fervidly straining
her slim girlish thighs and cuntal muscles to join him in the ultimate
moment of his sweet climax. She knew that just one taste would be all
she needed. One pungent drop of his hot sweet sperm and her own belly
would explode in rapturous ecstasy!
Shudderingly, he groaned and hoarsely gasped: "Shove it down there,
baby! All the way, you sweet cocksucker, all the way! It's cumming ...
honey ... it's Aaaaahhh!" With a chill of passion that rocked through
both of them, the voluptuously working brunette sucked with savage fury
until every last thick drop of his viscous load was swallowed deep
inside her. Wildly she sucked as he emptied his semen-filled balls far
back into her wetly clasping throat and once she nearly gagged on the
torrent of rich hot wetness but still she managed to gulp it down. And
when he had moaned his last and given his final signaling shudder, she
gently licked him clean and lay down on top of his still-quivering
belly, a crooked smile of peaceful ecstasy across her cum-moistened
lips. That should keep his mind off that country girl!
Ed Buyers looked down at his naked tan lover and sighed under his
breath. God, she was something, all right. Why, half the men in this
country would trade their own wives and half their fortunes for a woman
like her. Damn, it, she still wasn't enough though. He couldn't help
it, lust was in his blood. And that precisely why he'd set up this
miniature heaven with the coed girls and the dogs ... it promised a
fine living, plus the on-the-side amenities were nothing to scoff at.
There was nothing he liked better than to watch two women getting it on
and bring in one of the dogs to complete the three-way. Christ, but it
made his balls churn just to think of it.
Mimi ... well, he wasn't so sure she was the type. Only one way to find
out ...
Chapter 5
Mimi Spender whistled to herself along with the rock n' roll AM station
blaring from her portable radio, her only entertainment now that Susie
had taken her stereo home. It didn't matter that it was on volume 10;
nobody was in the dorm except for she and the girl down the hall and
that was almost ego-shattering. Like standing in a corner by yourself
at a dance while everybody else is boogeying and having a fine time.
Well ... that was yesterday. Yesterday was depression--especially after
that horrible experience at the University farm. Tomorrow was hope, and
today she was packing, sorting out her belongings for her father to
pick up and take home after letting her off at Bartholomew's Kennels.
Bartholomew's ... filled the doctor's prescription ... just what she
needed. A good honest job where she could prove herself, maybe learn
some veterinary tips on the side and show a man--Ed Buyers--that she
was dead serious about her chosen avocation. Spitefully, she wished
Horse-Face Osborn would find out about her ambitious summer time
employment. That should set the old fart straight!
Only one thing bothered her, though, as she packed away her books one
by one, pursuing the titles, separating the "to be sold" from the "to
Keep." That girl ... Carrie, her name was. How could she forget, the
same name as Carrie the Palomino out at the farm. She seemed almost ...
sluttish in a way. The way those green eyes cattishly followed her
around when Ed Buyers was showing off his well-kept grounds. Like a
leopard jumping from limb to limb ready to spring, Carrie never missed
a motion, a gesture or inflection in her voice. And the more enthusiasm
Mimi showed, the higher Carrie raised her eyebrows.
Maybe she and Ed are doing a trip together, maybe they're lovers,
surmised Mimi. No, she checked her suspicions. Ed's too old for her.
God, Carrie couldn't be over twenty two. That would be like she, Mimi,
having an affair with that odious John Dobkins. EEEkkk ... it made her
stomach churn to think of that.
With an unconscious tap of the foot and an occasional sway of the hip,
Mimi sang along with a top-ten tune, slurring over the unfamiliar
lyrics, then headed for her closet, opening up the accordion pleated
door to pluck blouses, skirts and dresses from their hangers. What to
bring ...? shorts, she guessed, lots of cut-offs, Levi's, a couple of
sweaters, all her T-shirts and her down jacket for cold nights. Nothing
fancy ... nothing feminine, certainly.
Tomorrow she'd be there, making herself at home in the rustic cabin, or
summer home as Ed called it. Hmmm, better take an extra blanket; I
don't remember seeing any heater in there.
* * *
Bartholomew's Kennels was posted at the entrance to the gravel road by
a wooden sign hanging from a pair of heavy chains attached to a post,
its feminine gothic hand-lettering done by the same hand as the other
logos.
Ted Spender's 1972 two-door Chevy pulled up slowly to the entrance with
its driver curiously perusing the well kept grounds. It's often been
said that if the farmer has his way, the lawn and buildings are kept in
immaculate condition, and if the farmer's wife has her way, the house
interior swallows up the money; and judging from the manicured lawn and
clipped shrubs, Ted Spender knew this dog kennel was male dominated.
That pleased him. "Honey, you be a good girl and work hard. Don't worry
about money, now. Your ma and I can help ya out with the spending
money," the kind hearted man assured, pushing his beat-up felt hat back
on his head. He pecked his daughter on the cheek and sped off, dust
billowing like forest fire smoke as the Chevy's tires crunched on the
gravel heading back for the farm outside of Davis.
Mimi stood there before that two story wooden house, eyeing it in rapt
suspicion and sizing up the challenge of these upcoming summer months.
No one seemed to be about, only a scraggly Tom cat lazed on the front
steps of the porch, not even bothering of lift its whiskered head in
acknowledgment of Mimi's arrival. The chestnut haired lovely picked up
her suitcase, toting her shoulder bag high on her shoulder and took the
path encircling the house, leading to the summer house back. Strange,
she mused, closing the wire gate behind her and listening to blue jays
spatting in chatters high in a tree bough, that nobody's here. What
kind of professionalism is that? she wondered, feeling forgotten. Oh,
well ... she swallowed her pride, trudging on down the path, listening
to the dogs yelping and whining in the kennel beyond.
Dogs ... she mused. They were okay, but horses had always been her
preference. Masterful ... that's what horses were. You could train
them, ride them, yet you had to maintain that respectful distance.
Dogs, now you had to pamper them and baby them, listening to them whine
and complain as they are doing now Let them outside, bring them in ...
always indecisive. Horses could take care of themselves; they aren't
fussy eaters and were always thankful for small favors like a carrot.
None of this rhinestone collared business. Given a choice, Mimi would
have chosen working on a horse farm to a dog kennel, but she quickly
checked herself: There you go again ... never satisfied, she chided
herself, feeling the summer winds--a rarity for the scorching
Sacramento Valley--whip across her face in caressing touches. Thank God
I have my hair in pigtails, she thought, feeling her forehead bead with
perspiration.
A shiny red ten-speed bicycle was parked outside the paint chipped
summer home, the lock hanging loose and accessibly open. Hummm, my
roommate must be in there, reasoned Mimi with expectancy, making her
heart beat a little faster as she approached the door. Would her
workmate and companion be anything like Carrie? Would they even get
along sharing the same housing?
Setting her suitcase down the step, Mimi's hand was on the doorknob
about to ease the door open when a sound made her step her aggressive
actions and consider knocking. She thought she had heard someone cry
out, but now everything was silent again, save for the blue jays
overhead and the murmuring wind. She waited, assessing the situation
and had raised her knuckles in a clenched fist to knock on the door,
when the sound came again, lower, gravely, as though it had come from
an animal. It was answered by an unearthly pleading tone ... almost as
if someone--a woman--was being tortured. Flickers of Sunday afternoon
in the barn with that horrible John Dobkins eased their way back into
her consciousness. The attractive young chestnut haired girl hovered at
the door. She remained rooted there statuesquely for some moments.
"Oh Goddd!" a muffled woman's voice came from the direction of inside,
clearly this time. As if drawn hypnotically, Mimi moved to the door,
slowly turned the knob and the voice became clearer, groaning
tremulously in an agonized whisper that tightened Mimi's stomach into a
frightened knot. Above the voice, she heard a low unearthly whining
then: "Please, oh yes, do it like that!"
That voice ...? Mimi stood transfixed in the doorway, the door open
just a peek.
Again the moans penetrated through the wall, reverberating with greater
urgency, and Mimi recoiled from the wall, determined now to flee, to
leave alone something that was none of her business.
At the apex of Mimi's confusion, the woman's whimpering tones had
suddenly changed from insistent moans to low breathless gasps of ...
painful pleasure!! Instinctively she knew the feelings that accompanied
that sound, for had not she experienced them herself at the whims of
John Dobkins only a few days before?
For long moments then, Mimi stood immobile outside the door to the
cabin, her mind whirling in confusion. It was so terribly upsetting, a
horrible first day on the job. She hadn't asked to be put in this
situation, but through her own foolishness, here she was! Now she must
find out. And there was only one way to find out what was going on
inside of her room. After all, this was to be her living quarters, too,
and after a year of living three steps away from Susie, Mimi had
learned about sharing. And whoever was inside definitely was not
sharing their close accommodations!
She breathed deeply and laced her finger delicately on the doorknob to
the summer home. As though watching herself in a dream, she slowly
inched her body gently against the door. It made a tiny squeak and she
stopped, momentarily afraid she would be detected. Then, recalling the
times when as a child she had slipped into her parents' bedroom when
frightened by a bad dream, she instinctively became aware of how much
pressure to place on the knob so as to turn it without making a sound.
Her whole body tensed as it turned softly and--she felt it begin to
give against her pressure.
"Oh, do it, do it!" The girl's slightly high pitched voice hissed, and
then there was the unmistakable rhythmic creak of bedsprings.
Mimi's heart seemed to stop, and she dared not breathe. For a moment
she feared she had been heard pushing steadily against the now unlodged
door. But no! There were still strange rhythmic sounds coming through
the crack. The door gave a little against her gentle pressure and quite
clearly she could make out heavy staccato-like breathing, the creaking
tempo of bedsprings and ... and an animal-like snarl!
Suddenly Mimi realized what she should have known from the first. She
paled, then gulped in horror!
There on the bed was her workmate--whoever she was--her golden hair
flailing around her head as she was locked in a nakedly lewd embrace of
intercourse with a big male German shepherd! she was to have followed
her curiosity when she should have known all along! The dog had the
girl pinned in a kneeling position to the bed, trying to pry her lithe
long legs open wider with his forepaws even though his wetly glistening
penis was already buried deep up between her obscenely upraised,
writhing buttocks. The soles of the girl's feet pointed directly toward
the door and Mimi could see the heavy sac of the dog's semen-inflated
balls and nearly the entire length of his hotly skewering animal cock,
thrusting in and out of the moistly gleaming edges of the girl's
clasping cunt. God, it was a depraved sight!
Mimi began to shake uncontrollably, biting down hard on the back of her
hand to keep from crying out in dismay and shock. She had no idea
whether the young girl was enjoying the lewd act or not, but what
really shocked her was the sight of copulation, the reality of the
perverse animal-human act taking place right in front of her very eyes!
She was shaking too hard to close the door so she just stood there,
helplessly, trying to regain her composure. It obviously would do no
good for her to attempt to help physically, and it was unclear to her
whether the girl would want any help.
Mimi could see the huge German shepherd's furry body plunge obscenely
between the long white columns of the beautiful young blonde's legs,
spreading them wide apart. From this position the undetected observer
had a perfect view of the two bodies, the dog's forepaws clasped over
the girl's shoulders, foreshadowing the softly jostling breasts of the
girl, his furry black back taut and muscled, contrasting sharply
against the blonde's own smooth white curves. As he slowly withdrew his
massively rigid penis from her tightly clasping cuntal sheath in
preparation to spearing hotly back up inside her accepting cunt, Mimi
was able to see the actual size of the huge scarlet animal cock. It was
much longer than she'd imagined a dog's penis to be, and she couldn't
see how a woman could take such a big thing--it seemed it would go all
the way up into the girl's belly!
But it didn't. It sluiced warmly back up inside the wildly gasping girl
who welcomed it with an eager cry of wanton entreaty.
What had appeared to be a struggling motion coming from the girl was
clearly not that at all! stomach against the girl's back. The girl's
unearthly whimper pierced Mimi's ears like the cry of a wounded animal,
yet she could see the young girl's face contort in obvious sensual
rapture!
Mimi's heart pounded like a jackhammer until she was certain they could
hear it across the barren room, and she pressed one hand to her own
ripely surging breast as though to dull the telltale sound.
The obscenely coupled figures on the single bed mattress were immobile
for a moment, then the dog resumed the smoothly gyrating motion with
his animal-buttocks over the impaled young girl. Gradually then, he
withdrew his long fleshy penile column, pulling it inch by scarlet inch
from the moistly clasping confines of the girl's cunt, then thrusting
obscenely forward, holding his lewd hardness there. Again he withdrew
until the underside of the red tapering point was actually visible to
the hypnotized Mimi. Her mouth fell open in shocked disbelief as the
girl's feet kicked upward, striking the dog's slowly thrusting, hind-
quarters, her heels now tight against his furry animal-anus, straining
to push him tighter up into her! The cords of her inner thighs flexed
tightly as she ground her clenching ass cheeks back and up against the
wetly glistening animal-penis. Her sensuously hollowing buttocks rose
spasmodically off the bed as she strove desperately to suck the length
of hotly throbbing dog cock back into the fleshy pink lips of her
unsatiated cuntal sheath. A moist sluicing sound echoed across the room
as she wantonly thrust her hungry loins back up to the dog, her pussy
working warmly up its full obscene length.
The girl's buttocks had begun grinding faster now, and the groans and
mewls of primal pleasure were becoming more desperate as the dazed,
almost unknowing gaze of her watching workmate remained fixed in
fascination on the abnormally lewd coupling taking place on the bed.
The girl's insane backward uplifting thrusts were received with
answering jabs from the dog's hind-quarters, ramming hard up into her
hungrily clutching cunt, pile-driving her back down against the
squeaking mattress.
The blonde hurled an obscenity at the dog as she squirmed salaciously,
trying to regain her former position. Fuck! The word sent a forbidden
tingling of guilt through Mimi, drumming ceaselessly into her shock-
seized mind. Her emotional stability seemed suddenly adrift in a flood
of guilt-laden sensation: Why was she here? What kind of a job was
this? What insane female masochism was making her watch? God, she was
as fearful of her own unknown instincts as she was shocked by the
debauched scene going on a few feet from the door! If this could be
happening to this unknown girl, assuming that she had struggled at
first, if this girl could be driven to insane submission by that dog
... it could happen to anyone! Mimi felt a slight electrified tingle
dart menacingly up between her own full thighs. My God, it could have
happened to me!
Mimi watched thunderstruck now as her blonde roommate's buttocks
gyrated up again, her legs splaying out, her toes curling in lewd
delight before the vicious rampaging of the erotically incensed German
shepherd.
Mimi shook violently now. Despite the oak shade tree she was standing
under, beads of perspiration had broken out on her neck and in the
warmly tingling cleft of her breasts. She knew she had to leave. But go
where? She couldn't!
Without moving, she shut her eyes. Again, she heard the girl's voice,
deep and groveling, as the dog fucked in and out of her hotly clasping
pussy.
Even with her eyes closed she could still see his long stiff scarlet
staff as it thrust into the girl's hotly gripping vagina. "Oh, oh, oh,"
came the guttural chant from the bed.
Mimi turned from the door. She froze. Yes, she had become sexually
excited, and she did not want to leave! A tiny smoldering spark had
ignited between her own legs, and vainly she tried to clamp her softly
trembling thighs together. But she did not want the pleasure to stop!
Stepping to the side and leaning against the doorjamb just outside the
door, a clear view of the blonde girl and the dog still within sight,
Mimi propped her leg up on the suitcase standing upright. What on earth
was happening to her? Up between her thighs her loins were pulsating
strangely--not unlike the way they had shivered with pleasurable
sensation when Dobkins' tongue had been tantalizing them! She didn't
understand it--thought it crass and unlike her normally shy self--much
less comprehend why she was dwelling on the lewd sight within. She was
almost in a mesmerized trance now, as if she had been concentrating on
the pendulum effect produced by a hypnotist's dangling watch chain and
had fallen into a deep trance.
Her left hand slid down along her curvaceous young body, down the flat
plane of her stomach to rest on her own soft pubic mound enshrouded
behind the heavy denim of her Levi cutoffs, to rest there and begin to
rub back and forth through the material. She could feel her own
slippery moistness flowing down her eagerly trembling thighs, flowing
freely from her wetly palpitating vagina. They were as damp from
excitement as they often were from the exertion of riding her bicycle
long distances. Her right hand fluttered up and cupped one ripe
tingling breast and she squeezed its lust-hardened nipple, feeling it
leap into even greater erection at her demented caress.
As she touched herself, she peered once more at the nakedly writhing
figures through the partially opened door.
The girl's groaning was almost incoherent now, and her sweat-streaked
body thrashed about on the bed in wild abandon. Mimi's hands caressed
the mounds of her breasts through the thin fabric of her braless halter
top, touching the suppleness of her warm eager flesh beneath then
slipping her fingers up under the tattered edges of her Levi cutoffs
until they slithered up under the elastic band of her panty legs and
into the soft, heat of her pussy mound.
Holding the Levi's aside and loosening the zipper to loosen the
constriction, she eased her right hand to her own soft pubic mound and
began to rub it as she had done before, knowing in a dim part of her
consciousness that she was doing wrong, but still unwilling to summon
the will to stop herself! Her outstretched middle finger timidly slid
across the trembling, hair-lined furrow until it came into maddening
contact with the erect bud of her tiny clitoris, then she circled her
fingertip across the turgid secret pleasure center, bringing to her
young pussy a new, surging, warmly consuming pleasure.
She could feel moistness flowering gently beneath the fleshy folds of
her slick cuntal lips and she lowered her finger, insinuating it up
into her tightly clasping cunt. A moment later, her mind reeling in
ecstasy, she was working her finger in and out, in and out, as her
thumb flicked incessantly at her hotly quivering clitoris.
Through the door she could see the dog's long, lewdly glistening
animal-cock ramming its way up into the blonde girl's wet clasping
pussy, plunging through the damp curling blonde pubic hair like a
greased red banana. She could make out the large furry form of his back
arched up threateningly over the lushly naked girl who was once again
pounding her heels into his smoothly pummeling flesh flanks. The girl's
face was contorted into a lewd grimace now, her eyes opening and
shutting with each rapid plunging stroke of her pet's lust-thickened
hardness.
Mimi shut out all knowledge that what she was doing was wrong ... that
someone might see her. All that mattered was to reach the delicious
climax as Dobkins had helped her to do. Lust ticked like a time bomb
inside her awakened body, ready to explode!
Mimi could see the dog's scarlet hardness splurging lewdly into the
gal, who strained back beneath him, buffeting her loins up against the
grinding assault on her wildly writhing cunt as groan after fitful
groan escaped her lips. Her head was flaying from side to side, the
sunlight spilling through her tangled blonde hair as again and again
the dog tucked insanely into the girl, his fucking strokes becoming
more and more rapid, causing the bedsprings to squeak obscenely with
each thrust of his hotly tucking animal-cock which was bringing squeals
of pleasure from the blonde girl.
Weakly Mimi pressed her body into an arch shape, bending her knees to
give her access to her pussy mound, her full white breasts trembling
sensuously, her entire body quivering with electrified ripples of
erotic sensation that were sweeping over her, racing through the warmly
throbbing lips of her pussy and up into the deeper recesses of her
ecstatically heaving belly.
Her face was colored deeply with the wild pounding of her heart as she
felt her own orgasm coming, building within her like a surging, storm-
swelled wave, and for a moment she clung to the door, savoring the lewd
pleasure tingling obscenely in her wetly clasping cuntal sheath.
In front of her the two wantonly writhing figures were contorting
spasmodically on the sheet-tangled bed, a low bestial snarl escaping
the animal's throat as the girl's whitely gleaming buttocks continued
their wild staccato pounding back into his furry pummeling canine cock.
At the same time Mimi could feel her own body begin to spasm violently
as her clenching cunt began to spew the hot juices of release in
gushing spurts around her worming finger, immediately covering her
hand, then streaming warmly down her tingling thighs. Simultaneously, a
muffled scream--which would have been piercing and awakened the whole
valley had not the girl buried her face in the bed coverings--echoed
hollowly through the room, followed with a low animal groan that
signaled the dual fury of savage orgasm between woman and beast.
For several moments, Mimi just stood there, her legs quivering wearily,
her naked buttocks swaying gently from side to side. She could not
bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her wetly nibbling cunt
until the dying throb of her climax was stilled within her body. At
last she heard the bed squeak in the room beyond, jarring her back to
consciousness. Peering through the crack of the door, she saw her
roommate lying alone on the bed. The girl's legs were parted, her
buttocks raised as though she had been frozen in that fucking position.
Her face was turned toward Mimi in a blank stare, her hands cupped over
her young heaving breasts in a gesture of complete satiation. Slowly
Mimi's fingers slipped moistly from her own requited cunt; slowly she
turned from the door.
Oh Lord, what kind of people was she stuck with for the summer? What
kind of woman would make love to a dog and like it?!
Picking up her suitcase, Mimi headed for the grove of fruit trees, far
away from the summer home to erase any shreds of suspicion her blonde
roommate might have should she awaken from her sex-trance to find a
strange girl gawking through the door at her in a most personal and
intimate moment. Mimi propped her suitcase under the pear tree and
rested back on the cool green grass that tickled her bare' legs
delicately and dozed off into a semi-consciousness. In moments her
eyelids flickered in sleepy dream. Not until someone tapped her on the
shoulder did she wake up.
Chapter 6
Mimi Spender clenched her eyes tightly shut, refusing to give up the
lassitude of afternoon dreams, despite the insistent tap on her left
shoulder. Her eyes blinked once and the summer breeze blew silken
strands of her chestnut hair across her relaxed face. The effort of
reaching up with one hand awakened her senses, then, and the events of
the day flooded back on her in startling reality. Her father's
encouragements, the empty house ... and later on her own lewd
masturbation while a girl she didn't know had twisted and writhed with
a dog in sexual coupling ... a debauchery Mimi, despite her countrified
experience, didn't even know was possible. And then finally her own
uncontrollable release as the sensations of lust had built into an
insane tempo and she had succumbed to her pent-up desires. Her
inhibitions--usually well guarded and labeled chaste by an over-active
morality--had crumbled unexplainably, with the fingers of one hand
sluicing wetly into the hotly gushing portals of her cunt until she had
come to orgasm. And that was what clung to her fingers now as they
grazed across her nose to wipe the hair from her eyes--the telltale
scent of her own lust. And that rawness and vague feeling of being
spent and used had come from fingering herself. Oh Shame!
"... Mimi ...?" came a far-away sounding voice. "... Mimi ...?" it
repeated, as gentle as the wind in the pear tree above.
Reluctantly, in slow motion, Mimi raised her head to stare into the
dimpled face of Carrie who stood above her, her golden-wheat tanned
body audaciously exposed in a pair of white tennis shorts and a
stretchy tube-top of a brilliant cherry red. "What are you doing asleep
under the tree? We've been looking for you ...
"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry ..." Mimi's bewilderment at Carrie's change of
heart attitude left her vulnerably impressionable, and for a moment
Mimi wasn't sure this was even the same cattish green-eyed girl who'd
so suspiciously assayed her the day before. A friendliness, vague
though it seemed, had replaced that razor sharp edge of distrust. Is
... Is Ed waiting for me?"
Carrie's dimples deepened. "He sure is ... he wants to show you around
the grounds and get you set up in the summer house. Brenda's leaving
tonight for the week ... I'm not sure what her excuse is, but Ed needs
to show you the kennels and give instructions on feeding the pups."
Mimi stumbled to her feet, following Carrie's footsteps to the summer
home where Mimi deposited her suitcase and bedroll and then made her
way to dog kennels where Ed waiting with foot-tapping impatience. His
glowering smile made her stiffen, and instinctively, she didn't like
him.
My Lord there's something so familiar in that look ... Dobkins ... the
way he looked at me before he attacked me! That same dirty old man grin
that wouldn't accept no as an answer!
Her eyes shot back at Carrie and found no reassurance there. Mimi
shivered in the bright afternoon sunlight, feeling trapped in a time
zone like some crazy midnight space odyssey.
Wobbly kneed, the coed forced her concentration on the six week old
puppies yelping and whining at her feet, one nibbling at the toes of
her sandaled feet, while another--the runt of the litter--ran with his
tail between his legs, hovering at her feet while the bully of the
litter chased him, nipping at his stubby tail. "Poor little baby," Mimi
empathized, getting down on her haunches to scoop up the yelping puppy
in her arms, and looked straight into the eyes of the male German
Shepherd who'd made love to that girl in the summer home! Mimi
stiffened. An evil, menacing stare leveled at her from intense dog's
eyes, and an ominous shiver coursed up her some.
Ed hovered about, grating out directions, instructions, rations, and
cautions. Mimi heard little of it. Those canine eyes held her captive,
causing something obscenely sexual to trigger in her mind. Lord what
was going on inside her head?
They left her then with the bag of dog food, the empty dishes and the
water bucket, with a horde of dogs jumping lip on her legs begging for
attention, hungry and impatient. Calmed now that Ed and Carrie had left
her alone, Mimi went about her task of scooping out a handful of dry
dog food into each dish, then pouring fresh water in the centrally
located watering dishes. It was dog for dog competing for the food, and
as always, the bigger animals gulped down their food then moved to
their neighbor's dish to finish his before the smaller jaws had gotten
their fill. Like dominoes, the bigger puppies shoved the little ones
over ... one down the line ... leaving the runt of the litter a hungry
waif. Mimi was considering refilling the dishes when she heard a sharp
whine and glanced over her shoulder to watch the big male German
shepherd take off after the runt of the litter, chasing him through the
open gate of the kennel, down the path leading toward the summer home
and disappear around the corner.
"Oh, God, no!" heaved Mimi. First I fell asleep on the job, then the
dogs get loose! Great ... they're really going to think I'm a stupid
chick! Dropping the scoop of dried food, she took out after the dogs,
careful to close the gate behind her, wondering what trumped up excuse
she could give Ed for her blatant negligence ...
She found the great male dog standing outside the door of the summer
house, the door still ajar. Guessing the pup had found refuge under her
bed or in back of the single dresser she would be sharing with the
mysterious blonde, Mimi got down on her knees under the bed and found
the pup shivering with fright, huddled in the corner near the wall.
How to get him out? Tact ... Down on her knees, she bent even lower,
her face close to the floor, her breasts touching it, her shapely
buttocks spread and raised in lewd enticement as the narrow crotchband
of her Levi's hiked up to wedge in the crevice of her buttocks.
"Come on little puppy," she encouraged. "Come on little puppy," she
encouraged. "Come on ... don't let that big bully scare you. Come on
... Mimi won't let you get hurt ..." Slowly, she reached out her hand
to grab his leg or the scruff in back of his neck. Balancing herself
with the palm of her left hand placed flat against the floor, she
reached for it with her right, stretching her arm as far as it would go
in the narrow space. It was no good--she couldn't reach the pup who
huddled closer to the wall now.
Backing up a little, she levered her body around her weight was
balanced on her knees and elbows, then slithered forward, her hips
arching up as her torso dipped and extended, her head, shoulders and
arms wedging into the restricted space. With her chin touching the
floor, she shifted slightly, bringing most of her weight onto her left
elbow as her right hand groped for the elusive puppy. Her fingers
touched his front leg, and he pulled back, yelping.
Damn! "Come on puppy!"
One again transferring her weight, Mimi eased it off her elbow and onto
her chest, making it possible to scoot another three, perhaps four
inches forward. With her hips guiding her actions, she inched forward
on her flatly mashed breasts until she felt the small of her back wedge
against the edge of the bed frame. She could go no further, unless she
began all over again and slithered back under on her belly.
Carefully then, for now she could see not at all, she began searching
blindly with her fingers for the fluff of puppy fur, inching them along
the bare floor, right arm fully extended, moving slowly in an arc from
right to left. Her fingers touched something soft and warm and again it
huddled closer to the wall and out of her reach.
Careful, now, she thought, easy does it. Don't scare the pup. Slowly,
ever so slowly, her fingers crept over the floor, her senses tuned for
the slightest contact with the warm fur.
Suddenly, like snapping whip, her head banged up against the bedsprings
and her torso shot forward, wedging her helplessly between bed and
floor.
She had experienced a warm touch all right, but not with her fingers--
with her half naked, lewdly displayed buttocks! Something warm was
nuzzling between her helplessly spread thighs!
She was hopelessly trapped, wedged between floor and bed, and her
roommate's dog-lover was sniffing between the cleft of her upthrust
buttocks, his warm wet nose rooting obscenely there!
Oh God! That damned dog! After the performance she had witnessed this
afternoon, there was no doubt in her mind what he wanted. Perhaps if
she remained motionless he would become bored and go away.
So, teeth gritting, she did her best to remain still, but every touch
of the dog's nose sent a fresh shiver of fright racing along her spine.
What kind of madness was this? She couldn't cry out for help ... that
would be rather silly. She'd never be able to look that arrogant Ed or
snide Carrie in the eye again if they found her like this.
She shivered anew as the dog's moistly quivering tongue suddenly lashed
out, licking the sensitive folds of her helplessly proffered vagina.
Her whole body tensed and she wiggled her buttocks, but he wouldn't
budge. She tried again and in response he growled, softly but
menacingly.
She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing to do but remain still
and wait for the frightening beast to go way!
Again his tongue licked over her puckered anal crevice, licking up
tinder the ragged edges of her cut-offs, coursing down over the fleshy
ridges of her quivering pussy that pouted out beneath in succulent
folds, still fragrant with this afternoon's love juice.
She shuddered in abject horror as the animal licked her crotch from one
end to the other and he showed no signs of stopping.
Like the lashing tongue of a lizard, the dog's rough tongue licked
again and again at the moist warm juiciness of the trapped woman's
vaginal cleft, and she found herself quaking from his savage contact--
not from fear but from something she suddenly couldn't control, a
strange sort of primitive excitement that emanated from deep within her
near naked cunt.
What's happening to me? What's going on inside my body? First I let
that awful Dobkins lick me down there and I begged him not to stop, and
now I'm feeling the same way from a dog licking me!
The dog's bristly tongue raced over her clitoris as it slithered up
under her shorts; he lapped at the tangy tasty wetness of her narrow
slit. Mimi's belly was knotted to the breaking point and she strained
to hold back a tortured, relief-giving scream. I can't stand anymore! I
can't!
Hungrily, the dog's lapping tongue snaked deep between the soft pliable
lips of her moistly seeping cunt, the rough tip brushing over her
pulsing clitoris now and then, each time sending a convulsive shiver
racing along her tightly clenched cuntal furrow.
His hot probing tongue wormed up into the warmly trembling entrance to
the mouth of her cuntal channel, lapping at the warm wetness deep
inside her grasping pussy walls. Her body was shivering out of control
... she didn't know how much more of this she could take before he
licked her to orgasm. Then suddenly she knew ... none.
"Oh, no! Oh no! ... ohhhhhh!"
She clenched her teeth to muffle her deep throaty moan, then lay there,
heaving convulsively in the dying throes of her sudden overpowering
orgasm.
After a moment the huge dog left and painfully Mimi backed out from
under the bed.
* * *
From the doorway Carrie watched amusedly. Her sweet approach this
afternoon would pay off, and if she could get to this young lovely
before Ed did, she could have them both.
"My ... what kind of problems are you having, Mimi?" a syrupy voice
breathed femininely as Mimi struggled shakily to her feet, "and so
appreciative of our well trained stud's talents, too ..." she chuckled.
The young coed spun around to face the open doorway and her amused
woman who's stinging words prompted Mimi to gasp in denial, but before
the thoughts could be put into words, her climax-weakened knees
betrayed her and she struggled awkwardly to prevent herself from
falling, instead bumping the bed and flopping backward onto it.
"Are you okay?" asked the svelte brunette, hurrying across the room.
Mimi blinked, looking up into the pixie face of the dimpled woman whose
eyes now registered what appeared to be genuine concern. "No ... I
don't think so ... but the pup's still under there ... hiding ... she
mumbled, trying to make a suitable excuse.
The other woman's hand touched her brow, brushing the disheveled hair
back from her eyes. "Sure?" she asked concernedly.
"Sure ..." Mimi answered.
The light touch of the woman's fingers moved away from her forehead--
moved to trace along the line of her cheek and then down along her
throat and onto the bold line formed by her heaving breasts.
"N-No ... please ... don't ..." Mimi choked out. Not again! Not another
assault on her body! First the photographer, then herself, then the dog
... and now Carrie!!!???
Then Carrie was on the bed with her, lying down beside her, Mimi
turned, trying to slither to the other side of the bed to escape. She
couldn't ... there wasn't room!
Female arms captured her, held her, and a hand was running shiveringly
down her back to her waist, continuing with slithering fingers into the
waistband of her cutoffs and teasing now at her ripely contoured hips
and buttocks. Carrie's throaty voice was in her ear. "Don't fight it,
darling ... I'll make it good for you! Is this your first time?"
"But ... I-I don't want to ...
The other woman's hand soothed her. And wondrously the gentleness of
the knowing caress somehow felt good, so restful, tingly, nice. There
was no animalistic pawing like Dobkins' and no kneading. All she felt
was the electric-like contact of Carrie's stroking fingers and the
curling of the woman's body tight against hers, her bra-encased breasts
pressing into her nearly naked back, the warmth of her belly in close
contact, an the way down to where her heated pussy mound pressed in
against the smooth rounded firmness of her buttocks. Then, a tiny, well
manicured hand worked its way over her rib cage until clasped a full
satiny breast with gentle knowledge, working at the coral-hued nipple,
causing it to rise hard and sensate.
There was now in Mimi that same burning desire she had brought to
herself as she stood in the door watching the perverse scene this
afternoon, and she was fully aware of what was happening to her. It was
happening with repetition lately ... It felt too good!
Her cry was muffled, strangling in her throat as she attempted once
again to rise, to leave that bed. She just couldn't stand any more.
What would Daddy think ... and Mommy! No! she couldn't stay! "Noooo!"
"Hush, darling," Carrie whispered. "Let me show you something you've
been missing ..."
The brunette turned to the coed, clamping her body to Mimi's, her full
generously proportioned breasts mashed tight to the younger girl's
naked sensitive breasts, her salacious mouth seeking and finding the
make-up free mouth, pressing against her lips in a passionate kiss, her
tongue sliding out, slowly, gradually, to twirl in sensuous circles,
rimming her lips with sensation-producing lubricity, without undue
demand. Meanwhile her hands busily tantalized Mimi's luscious body,
playing over her perfectly sculpted contours like a swarm of hungry
insects to transmit her own need, causing uncontrollable slashing urges
to scar deeply through the coed's already aroused loins.
Mimi had never kissed a woman before, and at first contact, she had
felt revulsion and loathing. But after several hesitations, she
relented. Soon she began to feel a thrill of her own, generated by the
femaleness of the other woman's body. Tentatively, she put forth a
timid hand and felt a bare shoulder. Sometime during those first
searing caresses Carrie had removed her clothes and was now reaching
down to unhook the clasps of her bra, releasing the full firmness of
her velvety smooth breasts.
"Here, honey, feel this ..." crooned Carrie.
Hesitant, but unable to resist, Mimi reached out to touch the other
woman's passionately heaving breasts, watching spellbound as the
nipples coned to pert erection. She felt a shudder pass through
Carrie's body and she realized that her handling of Carrie's breasts
had been the cause. That pleased Mimi, somehow. A weak sigh keened
through Carrie's body and Mimi realized she, too, felt exactly the same
thing ... in the same way. Relieving, too, was the absence of men.
Nothing was being forced, nothing hurt.
With a trembling moan, Mimi sought Carrie's mouth. Their lips welded
together, tongues moving in and out hungrily as hands were busy on each
other's naked bodies--Carrie's with the knowledge of experience, Mimi
experimenting as her fiery loins egged her on.
Then Mimi broke the moist contact of their mouths, pulling away and
muttering across the short intervening distance, trying not to look
into the smoldering eyes of the oilier woman. "I've never made love to
a woman before ... she gasped hesitantly.
"What ... Suddenly Carrie sat up and stripped herself free of her
remaining clothing. "That's better ... now you ..."
Mimi obeyed, forgetting about free will and determinism, college
knowledge couldn't help her now. It was experience she was after.
Almost savagely then, Carrie turned to recapture Mimi's mouth, her
naked upper leg moving in between the coed's white tapering thighs,
spreading them until their legs intertwined and their loins met and
mingled, the two bodies nestling close. Reaching over boldly, Carrie
pulled the rounded fullness of Mimi's quivering white buttocks in
tight. Her hand moved down between them to the pussy cleft, and without
hesitation she dipped a finger into the moist aroused opening. She
found it amply lubricated, telltale evidence of the younger girl's
arousal. Then the finger moved on to find the erect unhooded clitoris.
It was hard, throbbing and taut, and Carrie began to stroke it ever so
gently.
Mimi felt Carrie begin to move, slithering down her body, rolling her
gently to her back, her mouth busy as she kissed her passionately
throbbing breasts then began to suck them, moving the nipples in and
out of her mouth quickly, while she maintained a constant exciting
sucking pressure. The highly erotic sensations keened through the
younger girl's body, flashing through her. Then her hips began to move
in a steady countering rhythm to the sinuous stroking finger ... and
she knew she had lost all free will, that she had succumbed, tacitly
just as she had surrendered to John Dobkins in the University horse
barn.
"Oh ... God!" she shuddered helplessly.
Now she felt those avid woman's lips moving down, down, down across her
flat belly, the agile tongue dipping into her navel, tantalizingly ...
and then the gentle insistent hands spreading her thighs, exposing her
palpitating needful cunt to the other woman's lewd gaze. She was
acutely aware that Carrie's face was peering between her widespread
thighs and that those knowing hands were moving on the smooth, softly
velvet flesh of her defenseless pussy.
Then that mouth was kissing her naked thighs, her hips, her abdomen,
the inner sides of her thighs, gradually working up to her heatedly
pulsating cunt. It drove Mimi wild with feverish anticipation. She knew
now it would happen, and she was powerless to stop it.
And just before Carrie's mouth reached that pit of her femininity, a
disquieting thought charged through Mimi's mind: Somehow, she knew in
that instant, she would be different ... she would be losing an
innocence she could never regain. Like losing her maidenhead.
Then there it was! Carrie's probing, licking tantalizing tongue was
there ... on her clitoris, sending the most wonderfully erotic
sensations to her brain, and Mimi knew that there was never in this
world--or the next, either--a more voluptuous ecstasy. But again that
indoctrinated brain, loaded with moralizing, its taboos and its fears,
interfered, "No! Please ... no! God," she cried out.
The working mouth stopped. But she didn't want it to stop. Words came
to her as from a distance. She heard, but did not hear, as her senses
reeled. It was Carrie's voice from down there between her legs. "Relax,
honey ... enjoy!
"I can't! I can't let you do this to me!"
"But you like it!" countered Carrie, speaking assuredly. She dropped
her mouth to the seething moist flesh of Mimi's pussy, her tongue
probing this time into the heated liquid depths, searing into the
clutching cuntal opening moving in then out to the rhythm already set
by Mimi's spasmodically grinding hips. The swooping tongue flicked in
and out with the measured regularity of a tiny cock.
Mimi could stand it no longer. She had to have it! If she didn't cum,
she'd go mad. Throwing reasons to the winds, conscious only of the
electric-like sensations that ached in her naked loins, she cried out,
"Yessss!"
The lapping mouth paused. "I've got a good idea, honey. Let's complete
the circuit." And with that Carrie swiftly shifted her position,
swinging herself around to straddle Mimi's face, her own head falling
into place naturally over the tender loins of the young chestnut-haired
coed.
Startled, Mimi looked up and saw the moist warmth of Carrie's hair-
lined cunt hovering scant inches above her face, the brown puckered
ring of her tiny anus winking down at her. She knew what she must do,
what she had to do! But her whole being rejected it. How did I ever get
myself into this mess? God, I must be vulnerable!
With a swivel-hipped wriggle, Carrie's vibrant pussy smashed down
against Mimi's face.
"Mmmmffff!" Mimi's first impulse was to scream; she felt suffocated ...
trapped, but the contact of the experienced woman's tongue with the
quivering bud of her own clitoris elicited a long moan of sexual
surrender from deep in her chest. She gasped, her mouth gaped open, and
instinctively her face nuzzled up into the moist female furrow above
her. Unthinking, her tongue slithered out, probing experimentally, and
found the tiny shaft in its fold of hair-rimmed blood-engorged flesh.
To her surprise, the slightly pungent flavor of the woman's pussy was
not at all distasteful and she quickly became more bold, more
dexterous, licking, then sucking. Finally she established a lewd
rhythmic movement to match Carrie's licking and sucking of her own
cunt.
Together then they began to spiral, mouthing higher and higher toward
the orgasmic release, tongue licking and slashing in and out of
throbbing cunts, hands grasping, mouths gasping out little mewls and
groans of mutual lesbian ecstasy.
Thus entertwined, head to loins, mutually giving and receiving
eroticisms, the two women came to the epogee of sexual climax.
It began for Mimi first--a long shuddering convulsion of her body
causing her to jerk spasmodically upward with wave after wave surging a
welcomed orgasm through her body leaving her spent. "Aaaauuugggh!
I'mmmm cummmming!"
"Oh, that was lovely, Mimi!" Carrie gasped.
Mimi could only moan in half-conscious agreement. She could only crawl
around on the bed and offer her lips to the other woman again, clinging
to her, confused but sexually satisfied. It was strange but true and,
for the moment, she didn't question it.
* * *
"Wait ..." cautioned Carrie, getting up from the bed and rummaging
through the absent assistant's bureau drawer as if she'd done it
before. Mimi, half consciously considered it rather rude, but didn't
ask questions. She was in no condition to ask anything. Finally, Carrie
found it ... a black box, and inside was something Mimi had never
before lain eyes on. A vibrator!
Then it was on her ... the vibrator, moving exhilaratingly over her
abdomen teasing at her satiated cunt, the oscillating vibrations
transmitting renewed sensations of pleasure through her belly as Carrie
expertly manipulated her instantly hard clitoris.
"This will give you more of a charge than any man's cock possibly
could," put in Carrie, grinning to herself, knowing she'd captured this
beautiful coed before Ed had a chance to. That was part of their game
... and maybe a large part of the unexplainable reason why Ed and
Carrie continued their charade at romance.
Chapter 7
"You think so, huh?" grated a voice from the doorway. Mimi's eyes went
wide at the sight of Ed Buyers and that menacingly wonderful German
shepherd standing vigilantly at his side. And any thoughts she had in
the way of explanation were quickly dispelled as his hands went to his
belt, then his zipper, and his pants dropped with an alarming thud.
Mimi watched hypnotized as his penis came throbbingly into view, its
dangling length already hard. She knew she should scream and put an end
to this filthy perverted madness, but she couldn't ... her eyes were
glued to an incredible spectacle; the swelling serpentine growth of
that rising cock.
Woodenly, she watched him slowly pump it into lustful erection, its fat
bulbous head throbbing with a life that knew but one death, its length
so dilated that, beyond the two beefy hands it, one behind the other,
there still appeared from one end the unencumbered knob and at the
other at least two inches of thick stalk that merged into an overgrown
thatch of curly black hair.
Grinning lewdly then, Ed began to advance toward the bed, still holding
himself two-handed, his eyes feasting on the body of his new assistant.
At the bed he stopped, gave Carrie one quick, scorching stare, grasped
the forgotten lifeless dildo from her limp hand, placed it beside his
own cock and relocking his eyes on Mimi's, smiled.
Not one word had been spoken since his boastful claim, and now there
seemed no need. Ed was clearly in command of all their destinies. The
boast had been made, the instrument of proof had been graphically
introduced--now all that remained was the verdict. And there would be
no hung jury, for the prosecutor was impatient.
"Bend over," he spat viciously at Carrie.
When she stood there, not moving, not speaking, her eyes wide, not
understanding, the hand holding his cock unclasped, rose swiftly and
smacked back handed across her cheek. "Bend over, bitch!" he repeated,
his tone cold.
She did.
And Mimi gasped, raising her hand to her mouth.
With the speed of a striking cobra, Ed's other hand jabbed out and up,
his aim perfect as he rammed the plastic cock between Carrie's thighs.
She groaned painfully as the force of his thrust toppled her face
forward and writhing onto the bed, some four or five inches of the huge
dildo buried painfully in her cunt. Immediately both her hands snaked
out from under her body and out and around her full wriggling buttocks,
clutching desperately in an attempt to remove the source of her
discomfort.
Futile were her attempts, or Ed stepped forward, placed one hand on the
small of her back, pinning her, and with the palm of the other crammed
the remaining length of the dildo right up into her cringing cunt.
Carrie moaned, nearly lost consciousness, then felt the dildo vibrate
into life. Her whole body shuddered.
"That's what you get, bitch!"
Mimi turned away, embarrassed and afraid. These people were lunatics!
Emotionally, she was suffering with the older girl, but deep down
inside her there was another feeling, a growing sensation between her
own tightly closed thighs that she could not--did not--want to name.
She was humiliated that something so obscene and degrading could affect
her this way. And she was afraid of her reaction, too.
Then her eyes opened wide with terror, a terror so real that she was
sure a thousand tiny rats' feet were scurrying over her naked body. But
it was only Ed's hand slowly inching along her leg, and she was
powerless to do anything about it. No! her brain screamed. Don't take
anymore ... don't let anybody take advantage of you. How much do you
need to be convinced? First Osborn, your professor, then the
photographer, then the dog, yourself, Carrie ... and now Ed ...? Either
submit or leave. Submit or leave ... submit or leave ... the words
echoed in her head, rattling, battling with her better, higher, more
rational senses.
Submit ... came the answer in bold, scarlet letters.
Submit, she did.
Ed's creeping fingers reached her pubic mound and she felt a shiver of
... excitement! Then his fingers slipped forcefully into the cleft of
her tightly clenched thighs, then made convulsive contact with the
tender softness of her moistly warm and inviting pussy slit. Wasting no
time, his rigid middle finger quickly parted the soft curls, sought out
its mark and plunged up into the sheath of her cunt. Her legs relaxed
without hesitation. Immediately, sensing her willingness, Ed's hand
rammed between her legs, opening them; there was nothing stopping him
and his whole hand suddenly fastened over the moist tenderness of her
soft fleshy cuntal folds, his middle finger probing inquisitively far
up into her wet warm belly, his lips suddenly lowering to her nakedly
vulnerable thighs. Again she was caught totally by surprise and that
had been just what Ed was counting on.
Spreading the ivory smoothness forcefully wider, he began to kiss his
way up to the soft triangle at the base squirming belly, nibbling
tenderly at the sensitive smoothness of her inner thighs, each gentle
nip sending a fresh chill through her confused, tormented body.
Mimi opened her eyes just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of Carrie,
her naked buttocks now pistoning savagely up and down on the impaling
dildo held between her hotly engulfing cuntal lips by her own hands!
Mimi blinked, then blinked again. Ed was toweling over her body,
holding his menacing cock shaft between his two hands, looking down at
her with an evil smirk.
"You like that?" he said, leaning nearer. "That look as big as a
horse's cock ... huh?" It was ... maybe bigger. Quickly, Mimi's courage
faded along with the color on her cheeks. She couldn't move. She lay
naked before him like an excited young Venus as he dropped again to his
knees, panting like a starved animal.
Then he began kissing her stomach, his hands flat between her thighs.
He spread the soft fleshy flanges of her vulnerable cuntal cleft with
his thumbs, slowly, drawing the puffy fluted lips apart to expose the
moist coraline slit to his cruel gaze. He watched it greedily for a
moment, then with a groan, buried his head between her thighs and began
probing his swirling tongue up into the spasmodically throbbing warmth
of her very violated pussy.
Inside of Mimi's flailing head, her brain struggled to count the number
of times today that pleasure button down there had been titillated to
orgasm. Herself, Carrie, the dog, Ed ... how many times could a girl
cum in one day, for Chrissakes? her mind rebuked.
A long low, soulful moan escaped Mimi's lips as her buttocks ground
hungrily down into the bed in a hopeless attempt to quell her need.
Ed licked frantically at her pussy slit, his tongue searching and
finding her erect clitoris, then fastening tightly around the tiny,
turgidly throbbing knob. Mimi squirmed helplessly as he savagely
assaulted her loins, sucking and nibbling on the little pulsing node,
rolling it sensitively between his teeth, feeling her body quiver
hungrily beneath his touch.
Desperately she tried to fight the feelings, but once again she lost
the fight. Ripple after ripple of shivering pleasure surged through her
obscenely defiled body. Ed stepped up the pace, his darting tongue
sluicing into the puffy pink folds, then snaking past them to tease
into the moist depths of her warmly throbbing pussy sheath, flicking
hungrily, swirling.
Oh, why did I ever come here ...? Her mind asked a useless question.
Ed could see that was almost cumming. A few seconds more and he'd be
able to do anything he wanted to his new assistant. She would be his
assistant, all right ... just as all the other coeds had. Some
willingly, some not so willingly. This one, he knew, was easy. A real
push-over.
Pushing her legs up and back, he wormed his tongue out of her fervently
clutching pussy and down into the narrow valley of her buttocks until
he found the tight-puckered ring of her anus. Then, poking his tongue
against the taut little portal, he flicked the tip right into her
forbidden nether depths!
This unexpected attack brought a moan of tortured anguish from Mimi's
parted lips, her eyes clenching tightly shut, her teeth bared slightly
as the new agonizingly beautiful sensation rippled through her body.
"Ohhhh, God, pleeez ... what are you trying to do to meee!" She
squirmed to escape the hot flicking tongue probing into her anus. Ed
gave a coarse chuckle.
Mimi sobbed helplessly before this new attack, but gradually, in spite
of the shame, she felt her body continue to disobey her mind. Her firm
undulating buttocks began to jerk back against Ed's probing tongue
involuntarily as spasms of helpless ecstasy rippled through her nerve
endings.
She knew she could stand it no longer--there was no use. Her rational
mind had lost--she was being controlled by a traitorous insatiable
demon Of lust.
Her aroused body was jerking spasmodically, her gyrating hips grinding
uncontrollably with slow abandoned need as his tongue thrust up into
her. Mimi reached down and gripped his hair with her fingers and with a
low, soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest, pulled his lips tight
against her naked loins. Forgotten was the poor puppy cowering under
that very bed, and forgotten was Carrie.
Ed sensed her unconditional surrender and, with a smirk, thrust his
tongue even deeper into the quivering warmth of her heatedly clasping
cuntal sheath. The silky-soft pubic hairs brushed sensuously against
his forehead as he burrowed between her smooth yielding thighs, her
buttocks grinding with slow erotic rhythm up into his lewdly buried
face.
She was his now, he knew, watching her squirm her fiery little pussy
into his face. It wouldn't be long now before he fucked his cock into
her belly. She was just another hot little coed to be fucked by his
cock, and he had just the cock for her.
Well, he grinned, this is one time Carrie got her wish, and now he was
going to make her beg for him by showing her what he could do to Mimi.
Before he was through they were both going to be begging for more ...
and more ...
Meanwhile, Mimi continued to squirm and buck under the maddening
torture of Ed's flicking tongue, her arousal so great it seemed her
pounding heart was about to burst right through her chest. Her head
rose from the bed and, looking down between her obscenely raised
thighs, she watched his contorted face, her hands locking tightly
behind his head as she pulled his lashing tongue deeper up into her
cunt, it seemed as though his delicious sucking would go on forever,
but suddenly Ed pulled his head from her restraining grip and rose to
his knees between her open thighs.
Closing her eyes tightly, she shut out the humiliation of having to
stare down at his cum smeared face.
"Now we're gonna do the real thing, baby," he hissed.
Thighs open wide, breasts heaving as she fought for breath, Mimi didn't
speak, couldn't speak, as her belly quivered with the memory of Ed's
fucking tongue. The sensation was so great she imagined she could
already feel his hard cock inside of her belly.
"Spread those legs, doll. I'm coming in!"
Quivering, Mimi opened her thighs as wide as they would go. She looked
around the room for Carrie, but didn't see her. But that didn't matter.
Her moist heated cuntal lips seemed to quiver with insatiable hunger,
puckering eagerly as she awaited that thick cock to spread them wide
with delicious searing pain.
Leaning over his lovely assistant, Ed rested one hand on the bed behind
her head and with the other brought his throbbing cock up between her
thighs. Using his cock head to part her fleshy cuntal folds, he inched
his loins forward until the tip of his pulsating member was pressed
against her cunt opening. Mimi turned her head to one side, closing her
eyes with a shuddering chill as she felt the organ make warm wet
contact with the edges of her damply clasping pussy. Holding her breath
for what seemed an eternity, she lay perfectly still, waiting
impatiently for the pleasure-pain of his entry. But she was not
prepared for what happened.
"Aaaaaa ... God!" she gasped as she felt the pressure against the tight
fleshy sheath increase, slowly parting and spreading her resilient cunt
lips.
"Oh, God ... Aaaaggghhh," she cried as the tip slipped through,
painfully stretching the tight rubbery opening until she felt as though
her thighs were splitting apart from the oncoming pleasure.
Ed held back torturously, an evil leering grin spread across his face
as he looked down at his assistant's innocent body sprawled so
salaciously before him. God, it was more than he could stand. He had to
fuck her now!
Falling forward, he heard their naked bodies smack together with a
slap, her soft full breasts smashed beneath his weight as he thrust his
hips forward, his enormous cock tearing into her heatedly cringing cunt
with all the force of a loaded truck, pushing the tender pliable walls
in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until his balls
slapped heavily into the upturned crevice of her buttocks and his
pelvis ground tight against her nakedly quivering loins.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!!!" she mewled weakly beneath him. Never before had she
felt such pain, been so completely filled.
He lay still for a moment, his face looming, smirking over hers.
Neither made a sound for a long while and then Mimi felt the
unmistakable throb of his urgently swelling cock buried deep in her
belly. It jerked up half an inch as Ed flexed it cruelly inside her.
"Ooooowwww ... you're hurting me!" she gasped breathlessly, her face
contorting with a deeper, sharper pain.
"Like it?"
She didn't answer.
He gave a quick prompting lunge with his hips, burying his swollen
organ a little farther in her tightly clasping cuntal sheath.
"Oooooohhhh, yes ... yes!" she gasped, terrified to say anything to
offend him. She'd learned that lesson with Dobkins! "Fuck me," she
sobbed. She had allowed herself to lose control, to surrender
everything she thought was right to this man ... why not beg, too?
But suddenly her body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer
any reason to hold back, to fight her need. She felt lust blow ever
hotter as Ed fucked up into her, slithering his pulsating cock into her
nibbling pussy in a slow erotic rhythm that rapidly engulfed her entire
being.
Her legs suddenly snaked out and locked around him as he stepped up the
deep plundering thrusts, burrowing his urgently pummeling hardness to
the hilt in her trembling wet cunt.
Slaving over her, Ed suddenly moved into a longer, smoother stroke that
brought his cock almost all the way out of her hotly clasping cunt on
the backstroke, then soared forward on the instroke, thrusting up into
her pussy until he could hear the loud wet slap of his balls against
her ass.
Reaching down around her smooth ass cheeks, he began fondling the
flanges of her impaled cunt, bringing to her lips wild moans of
abandoned passion as her cunt flowered open with a greedy desire to
suck in all his massive throbbing hardness.
In response, Ed began quickening his thrusts, plowing into her hot and
deep. Her nails dug sharply, painfully into his back as soft, soul-
stirring moans tumbled from her half-parted lips.
He knew she was almost there and he clenched his buttocks together in a
determined effort to hold back the seething flood of sperm boiling in
his scrotum while her grasping moan became one continuous suppliant
cry, one long mournful plea of fulfillment.
"Oh God, I'm going to cummm," she hissed, thrashing wildly now, her
legs flaying in every direction, her hips grinding up savagely,
greedily meeting each deep cock plunge. "Fuck me ... don't stop!"
He did.
Chapter 8
He did more than stop. Ed Buyers pulled completely out of her. One long
sucking stroke and he was out.
"Hey ... don't ... put it back in," she whispered.
Ed grinned. Then it slowly faded, his eyes twinkling, seeming to grow a
shade murkier. "Now ... cunt, you're going to show a little respect for
a real cock." Ed's eyes telegraphed messages as he pointed to the
corner of the room, his free arm swinging in a long sweeping arc--
pointing.
Mimi's eyes followed his movement, then stopped, suddenly very wide,
very shocked with understanding.
Motionless, alert and obediently rooted to the spot where he had been
told to stay stood the stud German Shepherd!
Ed's outstretched fingers snapped once, commandingly, and the German
shepherd crossed the room dutifully. "That's right, come here, Lancer!"
Oh, there was that awful dog again!
The dog bounded gracefully onto the bed and stretched out on the bed,
head raised in anticipatory acknowledgment.
Ed patted him affectionately. "Good boy ... now you get your reward."
Lancer snarled softly.
Mimi's frightened eyes flicked back and forth between the two males.
And from behind her came a muffled gasp.
Mimi's head pivoted and her eyes perceived the figure of Carrie,
sitting naked in a chair, legs spread wide over its sides with just a
trace of the tell-tale vibrating dildo peeking out from her lewdly
exposed cunt. "No, Ed, not that," she gasped.
Mimi's mind was swirling with confusion. What did Ed plan to do to her?
And more importantly, when did he plan to do it? God, she had to come
soon!
Once again, Mimi looked questioningly from Ed to Lancer and back again.
She followed the man's gaze, saw the pink furry skin of the dog's belly
lying exposed to her and, with it, the long sheath of his animal cock
and its twin, furry black sacs. She took it all in, slowly realizing
Ed's intentions.
She started to turn around to confront him, but his hand grasped her
head, forcing it to remain there. "You don't want to be making any
sudden moves now, cunt. Lancer might get mad and take a hunk out of
your ass," he sneered. "You just give him a good blow job and don't
make any quick moves unless ..."
"YOU'RE INSANE! I CAN'T DO THAT!"
Mimi's mind spun crazily at the prospect of the dreadful things he was
demanding of her. Was she crazy or was the rest of the world nuts?
Suddenly she felt terribly out-of-synch with the rest of humanity, as
if she'd been raised in a closet, only now emerging to find out what
life was about. Could she make herself do this ...? Would he kill her
if she didn't?
"Make up your mind, little girl. Give my stud here a little face, or
let him eat your ass off!"
Her hand shaking like a falling leaf, Mimi slowly reached down and
stroked the furry sheath of the dog's animal cock. Lancer wriggled
impatiently under her touch.
"Turn your head so I can watch," ordered Ed. "I want to see it going in
and out of that dog-sucking mouth of yours! Come on, give him head!"
Vainly, Mimi tried to blot out all thoughts of what was happening, to
hold back the choking wad of nausea filling her stomach. Placing the
side of her face against the huge animals' warm belly, she began to
fondle his long, fur-encased member with her hand. Slowly, ever so
slowly, she stroked it, while Ed looked on wide-eyed, and suddenly ...
it appeared ... the pointed scarlet, glistening tip of Lancer's long
animal-cock oozing out of its protective sheath, slowly moving forward.
She took a long, deep breath to fight back the nausea.
"Now! Suck it!" her employer hissed.
Holding her breath now, Mimi did it. Pushing all the degradation from
her mind, Mimi opened her lips and allowed the slender red cock tip to
slide into her moist mouth, then farther and farther, until it touched
the back of her throat. As she brought her tongue into action, the
taste surprised her. Amazingly it was almost sweet, tangy. Lancer
responded immediately, hunching his rear flanks forward as she began to
suck and twirl his lewdly distended organ in her mouth. As she moved
her hand to his balls, caressing them lightly with her fingertips, a
long low whine came from the dog's throat and his left rear leg began
to quiver convulsively.
Mimi hollowed her cheeks slightly as the long tapered shaft shot into
her mouth in one steady pumping rhythm. She closed her teeth, but not
enough to hurt the dog, swirling her tongue around his member as the
excitement of this incredible depravity sunk into her mind. Somehow it
didn't seem nearly so awful as she'd anticipated--rather, almost
enjoyable in a terribly wicked, forbidden sort of way.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck it good!" commanded Ed, pulling her full
widespread buttocks closer to him.
Mimi felt the sudden surge of the man's hot penile shaft plunging
wildly up into her seething cuntal passage, and she had to cry out, but
the fantastic fulfilling animal cock fucking into her ovaled lips
wouldn't allow it. It was beginning to taste even sweeter, and the way
it plunged to her mouth was driving her wild with pure primal lust as
Ed began to screw into her again with renewed energy, but this time
from behind.
And suddenly Mimi began to thirst for Lancer's animal cum, thirst for
it to gush down her throat, to choke her as it spurted forth in a hot
sticky torrent! Maybe she'd finally cracked up like the rest of the
world, but she accepted her fate and sucked and tongued his glistening
cock while Ed fucked her from behind. She could feel his heavy, sperm-
laden balls slapping with a loud thump against the sensitive nub of her
erect little clitoris, and she closed her eyes, savoring every second
of this abandoned ecstasy she had suddenly found.
Ed cursed under his breath with delight, reveling with excitement in
the feel of Mimi's coed cunt squeezing tightly around his urgently
pulsing hardness while he watched Lancer's long crimson cock sliding
wetly between her pursed lips, his strong sinewy flanks jerking
spasmodically as she scratched delicately at his furry animal balls
with the nails of one hand. Ed grunted with pleasure and drew the hard,
blood filled cock out slightly, watching with cruel, passion dazed eyes
as the tender pink flanges of cuntal flesh pulled out, with it--then
his cock disappeared once more up in the provocative little aperture
with an inward thrust that sank his throbbing organ to the hilt in her
moist pussy wetness. His breathing came faster and suddenly he began
rocking rhythmically in and out of her belly with each and every
thrust.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhh," Mimi moaned around Lancer's ever-
swelling organ buried in her mouth as she knelt like a wretched slave
before him, committed to his total feral satisfaction. Ed was delighted
to watch her lose control like this--it filled him with lewd amusement
to watch her grinding back onto his own glistening shaft as it cruelly
fucked into her again and again.
Damn, what a slut she was. She was sucking that stud's cock with
delight in an insane effort to bring on her own climax!
On and on she sucked Lancer's scarlet cock, her fingers warmly
caressing his downy black balls. Ed felt her buttocks clench as she
squirmed to suck him up even farther into her ravenous belly, filling
her clasping cunt with his hotly stiffened manhood as she climbed
higher and higher in search of final fulfillment. He couldn't stand
much more of this and he began pounding into the hungry furrow
furiously, slamming his pelvis against her churning upturned buttocks
so hard he thought he'd split her in half.
Nothing was conscious to Mimi except this need to cum. Where shame and
humiliation should have been, there was now only an uncontrollable
desire for more ... and more! Her ravenous needs grew maddeningly as Ed
stepped up the pace of his powerful assault on her seething cuntal hole
and her wildly quivering belly and loins screamed for relief. She
ground back against his cock, all the while sucking and tonguing the
sweet, animal cock fucking into her mouth. She could feel the telltale
moans of passion slipping from her lungs ... she was nearly there!
Lancer's massive, sinewy body began to quiver convulsively and
suddenly, without warning, Mimi's mouth was filled with a great
undamming of thick warm liquid which gagged her, slithering and oozing
down her hungrily gulping throat. Like a starving animal, she sucked
and swallowed, sucked and swallowed while the huge beast whined with
ecstatic delight and her whole body shivered with the pleasurable
raptures of perverse unrestrained masochism.
Just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over, and the huge dog's
cock began to deflate, to withdraw from her eagerly clasping lips,
until finally he rolled from beneath her and got to his feet.
"Oh, yes, yes! Ohhhhhhh ... she moaned wantonly at her panting employer
as he fucked savagely into her wildly stretched cuntal hole, streams of
sweat running from his body and mingling with her own as they coursed
along her thighs and legs. "I ... I'm going to cum! I'm going to ...
Now! OH, God, nooowwwww!"
As his fiercely battering cock worked itself again and again up into
her slickly sheathing pussy, her hips forced themselves back onto the
delicious impaling shaft and she groaned incessantly as the pleasure
grew and grew and grew and then burst in a dizzying kaleidoscope of
colors. Never had she cum like this! Mimi was squirming out of control
in a frenzied rippling orgasm that filled her whole being. She was
gone! Nothing existed but pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh!" she groaned as the blessed fulfilling relief spread over her
naked form, her senses dazed to everything around her in the
magnificence of this special moment.
Ed cursed aloud, still fucking into her with the last of his strength,
thrusting into her so hard she thought his enormous throbbing cock
would rip all the way through her and burst out her mouth! She felt his
strong pelvis snap convulsively against the flattened mounds of her
buttocks and then a great flooding surge of thick hot semen burst up
into her clasping, sucking cunt, filling her trembling belly to the
brim, then oozing out in a thin, hot rivulet down the inside of her
weakly quivering thighs.
She heard him gasp out one last satisfied groan of relief, then
withdraw, his rubbery cock now deflated. Her tightly clasping cunt
released its grip on his limp cock reluctantly and he slithered out of
her with a wet sucking sound. In its place came a quick welcome,
chilling rush of air against her unplugged hole. Then she fell
backward, sprawled, exhausted, her breasts heaving. Never had she felt
so tired ... so relaxed ... and yes, happy.
Chapter 9
There was more to come. Much more ...
For minutes the room fell silent, save for the slowly easing, ragged
breathing of a temporarily sated coed and her employer, Ed. The
rhythmic lapping of Lancer's tongue as he washed his limp animal cock
resounded lewdly against the incessant hum of the vibrator buried to
the cervix in the insatiable pussy of Carrie.
Mimi was the first to stir, her mind bruised from the tremendous
psychic beating she had just endured. Her tender chaffed cuntal hole
throbbed painfully as she struggled to one elbow and opened her mouth
to speak, but Ed's hand, ramming roughly between her open thighs,
quieted her instantly. Unbelievably, she knew she wanted more!
But she offered no objection as Ed's hand began caressing the tremulous
softness of her inner thighs. Obediently, her legs parted wider, and
instinctively her hand sought and found his steadily stiffening cock.
Why stop now?
Then they were together, his hardening penis slipping between the moist
fleshy lips of her hotly quivering cunt.
The smoldering desire was quickly fanned as Ed's lust hard, rutting
cock fucked deep up inside her cunt, while Mimi encouraged with her
gyrating hips.
"Ummmmm," she moaned salaciously as her hips began to rock back and
forth, plunging his enormous pulsing hardness in and out of her pussy
flesh.
Suddenly, Ed gripped her tightly around the waist and flipped her over,
rolling so that he was on the bottom with her breasts mashed flat
against his chest and her naked thighs straddling his hips. It
surprised her for a moment, but she quickly regained the delicious
lustful tempo from her new position, his hard swollen cock now fucking
straight up into her receptive belly as her loins squatted over him,
her firm full buttocks upraised and waving alluringly in the air.
The sound of his snapping fingers slowly crept through Mimi's lust-
engrossed thoughts and then with sudden and sickening clarity, their
meaning.
The shattering realization of what Ed planned for her tore through her
with the force of dynamite blast. No! her mind screamed. But it was too
late. The bed bounced with the springing leap of Lancer.
"Let me go!" she cried. "I've had enough of your perversity!" she spat
defiantly.
Ed threw back his head and laughed. "That's what I like. A little
spunk!"
Mimi's buttocks were completely exposed and vulnerable, waving like a
red flag before a bull as she squirmed to get away from her human
tormentor's tight grip.
The big dog positioned himself behind his prey, sniffed at her upturned
buttocks knowingly, then began licking the familiar crevice he'd
already lapped to orgasm once today.
"See, Lancer likes you ... be a good girl and give him what he wants
..." Ed punctuated his request with a sharp upward thrust of his
pelvis, punching his stiffened fleshy cock shaft brutally far up into
her belly. She grimaced from the sudden pain.
"No! I won't!" she gasped.
Suddenly Lancer growled viciously, then his cold wet nose nuzzled
lewdly into Mimi's fearfully quivering buttocks. She froze, instantly
petrified at the prospect of what the enormous dog would do to her.
Ed squeezed the helpless coed even tighter, crushing her heaving
breasts against his bare chest and shoving her naked buttocks up even
higher so that they were even more vulnerable, more exposed to the
talented animal's probing nose and tongue.
His own cock hardened painfully inside her moist cuntal hole as he
watched the animal mounting the spread half moons of Mimi's softly
struggling buttocks, was strongly around her waist as if she were his
mate. He could see the glistening crimson penis slipping from the
animal's furry penile sheath, dripping wetly while the tapered point
snapped and jerked toward the enticing brown ring of her anus. The
massive beast quivered, adjusting his hind-quarters, and Ed grasped his
waving hardness helpfully, positioning the red tapering shaft before
her cringing rectal ring.
Mimi looked back, eyes wide with fear as the heated tip probed
demandingly at her rectum, then she felt it worm painfully up inside
with Ed's malicious guidance. Suddenly the huge dog lurched forward and
his long hard scarlet cock shot up into her defenseless anal hole with
a vicious stab, disappearing all the way up her unprotected rectum to
his dangling black balls!
"Ohhhhhh! Aaaaggghhh!" wailed Mimi in pain, twisting, squirming, trying
to dislodge the impaling animal cock from her rectum. Hopeless ... she
was sandwiched between the two studs, impaled on two painfully
throbbing male organs!
Ed's cock felt as if it would explode, so great was his lust as he felt
Lancer's burrowing hardness only a fraction of an inch from his own. He
could actually feel it begin pumping in and out of her virginally
defiled rectum, just on the other side of the thin fleshy membrane that
separated them!
God, it was unbelievable!
Lancer's furry forepaws clutched the woman's hips savagely as he began
to rock back and forth, burying his tapering scarlet hardness deep into
her nether channel.
"Goddamn!" gasped a suddenly revived Carrie.
"That's it, Lancer, fuck her good!" ordered Ed, pounding his own long
cock into her cunt from behind.
Mimi was whirling in both unbelievable, unbearable pain and
indescribably, irreversible pleasure at once. At first the savage
invasion had nearly killed her with the excruciating agony, the pointed
shaft bursting into her untried rectum, coupled with the relentless
pounding of Ed's thickness from below.
Lancer's wildly jerking cock bored relentlessly into her seared little
anus, pushing aside the rubbery resistant flesh of her rectal hole with
each stroke. The hapless girl was pinned helplessly between them,
impaled to the hilt by lewdly burrowing male cocks.
She gasped through sensuously parted ups as her body began to respond
unbelievably, rocking backward as best she could to meet Lancer's
strong muscular, sodomizing thrusts. And every inch she moved brought
new thrills of pleasure-pain from her stretched vaginal hole as Ed
heaved his own turgid hardness up into her clutching cunt with renewed
vigor.
Lancer's forelegs clung to her hips like powerful furry arms, and she
began to slowly undulate her quivering body, rotating her jutting
buttocks in lewd grinding circles, abandoning herself to the incredible
ecstasy of being simultaneously fucked by this mammoth animal and by
her employer! She wished she could see this thing she was doing, wished
there was some way she could step out of her own body and watch as the
two of them buried their cocks deep up in her defenseless belly,
fucking into her in the most primitive of unions.
Ed had released his tight grip and now her breasts dangled freely
beneath her as she bunched far forward over him, swinging in perfect
cadence with the two ravishing, plundering cocks that were growing ...
ever growing inside her. She could visualize the two throbbing fleshy
shafts rubbing together somewhere deep in her belly, joining together
to slide deeper and deeper into the very depths of her womb, spurting
their hot sticky loads together in one mutual stream, animal and man
mingled as one in her quivering cuntal depths.
"Oh, hurry ... hurry ... I'm going to cum! OH, God, fuck me hard!" Mimi
cried as she ground her loins savagely against both pistoning cocks,
stretching both her ravaged lower passages. "Ohhhhh ... yes ... yes!
That's it! Fill me!"
Mimi was filled with wild passion, now more animal than human, a
writhing, sweating mass of deranged, lust-crazed flesh that wanted to
be abused ... to be used. She was reveling in the humiliation of being
sodomized by this savage brute with Ed pounded his surging man cock up
into her hungrily milking pussy from below, and she ground her buttocks
alternately against the two of them, her body bucking like the
shameless bitch in heat she'd become.
She was trembling now, shivering with chilling little rivulets of sweat
that poured down the widespread crevice of her buttocks and dripped
from the quivering insides of her thighs. The explosive pressure
welling in her belly signalled that her floodtide orgasm was close to
bursting.
Ed was nearly insane with the vicarious thrill of watching this young
coed go mad with lust, her head tossing wildly from side to side, her
long dark hair flailing the air around her. He could see she was in the
first throes of orgasm and he gaped with amazement as she screwed her
buttocks lasciviously back against Lancer's sodomizing dog cock. The
mammoth animal's long dangling tongue lolled from side of his powerful
jaws as he fucked into the wildly waving ass cheeks from behind.
Ed fought to hold back the agonizing flood of hot sperm churning in his
own ballooning balls, eagerly trying to hold out until the last
precious second, lingering over every single moment of his incredible
female debauchery. Then Mimi groaned loudly and fucked back against the
animal madly, just as he shot forward and his scarlet jerking cock
began spewing lewd animal-sperm deep up into her convulsively clasping
rectum.
The sight of the thumping animal emptying his hot scalding cum into her
rectum, spurting past his own cock fucking deep inside her, was all it
took for Ed. With a deep groan of pleasure, his load of boiling sperm
pumped up into her from beneath, spurting into her belly in explosive
fiery blasts that completely filled her wildly clasping pussy, then
trickled back down the shaft of his enormous, madly jerking cock and
oozed down onto his emptying balls.
Suddenly, Mimi's rounded wriggling ass cheeks began contracting and
quivering uncontrollably, indicating the delicious orgiastic explosion
deep in her own convulsing belly as her plundered little anus squeezed
and milked insanely.
"Oh, my God! I'm going to ... oh, delicious ... FUCK! It's so ... so
good! Ohhhh ..."
She whimpered, moaned, then wailed loudly, crushing her loins down
against Ed's spurting manhood, then her buttocks back against Lancer's
spewing animal cock, then down again and back again, down and back,
harder, faster, her sucking cuntal sheath clasping, grasping with
insatiable hunger. Her nakedly churning body had gone out of control,
skewering down and back, down and back, with bruising force, her mouth
falling open slackly, her nostrils flaring, a near-shrieking cry
escaping her lips as she screwed herself onto first one cock, then the
other, her infernally hot moist cunt clinging, milking, squeezing
ravenously.
Then she was there! "Oh, God," she cried. "I'm going to cummmmm!"
Chapter 10
Mimi glanced down at her wristwatch and her mouth fell slack. My Lord
it was almost ten-thirty in the morning and she had to drive into
campus for an eleven thirty exam! Quickly, she patted Lancer on the
head and darted for the main house to grab the car keys and sped on
into Davis.
Life had changed since that afternoon with Lancer, Carrie and Ed.
Changed drastically, and all for the better! Her money problems had
ironed out now that she was living out at Bartholomew's Kennels and not
having to pay room and board in a crowded, woman-dominated dormitory
where you had to keep hours or face a firing squad of interrogators
because you happened to feel like 'having a good time' one night. That
left tuition as her only expense and Ed, generously enough, was taking
care of that responsibility in exchange for a few 'favors' as he chose
to call those long evenings of lovemaking.
Her life was under control at last. Her grades were edging up there
towards a dazzling four point again, despite Horse-Face Osborn's
prejudice toward her.
Life had a way of evening itself out. For every positive there was a
negative, and Mimi Spender was feeling very good these days about that
knowledge.
The End
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