Chapter 7
Cassie had had plenty of time to think. She'd mulled it over most of the afternoon yesterday and most of the night as well. She'd made up her mind.
Now, the job was to make up Harry's mind as well.
The direct approach hadn't worked on him so far. There seemed no choice but to make an indirect approach, an appeal to him he wouldn't want to refuse.
Sam had given her the idea. Chet and Suzy had reinforced it, making her know beyond doubt that this was not a natural place to raise children ...was not even a healthy atmosphere for adults.
It was too sterile, too artificial. It made Harry believe that his promotion was more important than his family, then his own well-being. It made her frustrated and lonely and out of touch with the sights and smells of the earth, the good things of life.
She knew of no other way to convince him.
She slipped her fingers up and down his cock and lifted her butt from his abdomen slightly and raised her parted knees. She rocked her pulsing asshole upward and felt the little mouth pulse and quake.
She shivered with anticipation and a hint of fright. Sam's hot, pointed cock fucking into her asshole had been one thing, but the butt-splitting hugeness of Harry's prick a moment ago had been quite another.
She'd nearly screamed her head off when he'd fucked into her tiny, virginal asshole with the huge pole. But she'd held it back and had made her shout of agony come out as a shout of passion instead, knowing there was no other way.
She had to shock him. She had to go all out to recapture that part of him that had left her and had gone straying off into the plastic world of business.
She angled his prick toward nfer shivering asshole. She sucked in her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. You can do it, Cassie ...you've got to do it!
The wild, swollen mushroom of his prickhead touched her little anal mouth. Her butt hole pulsed and shivered and pursed out around it, as if kissing wetly.
The thick coating of slippery cunt honey would help, she knew. She let her ass down slowly, feeling the tight, slick anal ring stretch out around the velvety glans.
"Cassie!" he croaked, trying to fuck upward, trying to ram into her shivering little hole.
"Wait a minute, Harry!" she gasped, her eyes stinging, her lungs puffing. "Ohhhh, your prick's so big and hard!"
"Christ-ahhhh, Christ!" he groaned, his prick-head ballooning and pulsing hotly.
"Wait! There! Ohhhhhhh! God, my God! AHHHHGH!"
Her eyes watered. Her lungs stopped. A scream caught in the back of her throat. She shuddered all over violently and clamped her white teeth down over her lower lip to keep from crying out with pain.
She lay there and quaked as she felt her ass sink down and down, being impaled on the big pole of his prick. The anal mouth rippled and shuddered with the passage of his prick into her butt, the muscular ring catching on the bumps and veins of his shaft and then popping free as he inched into her ass.
"Aaaaaah!" he groaned, feeling the tightness around his shaft, the slipperiness of the rubbery asshole. "Baby ...honey ..."
"Ohhhh, all the way, Harry ...fuck it all the way up!"
The pain stopped. She could hardly believe it. Her whole bottom throbbed with a new sensation that swept through her little body and made her nipples jut from the ends of her tits.
She clawed at the bed. She cupped her tits. She held her hips and swept her hands up and down her inner thighs. She put her hands to her crotch and felt the stalk of the big shaft with the tips of her fingers, visualizing the sight of it disappearing up her little asshole.
She swept her fingers over her pussy mouth, feeling the way it was so open, so spread with the obscene parting of her knees. Juice poured from her cunt hole, running down her crotch to the piercing place of his prick in her butt, lubricating the big shaft mercifully.
She felt his cock throbbing and bucking inside her ass. The sensation was thrilling beyond belief. What Sam's dog prick had felt like, stroking in and out of her asshole, was a lilting tickle compared with Harry's throbbing, jerking rod.
She felt herself go slightly dizzy. Harry gasped at the side of her face as his hands held her tits tightly in his palms. Then he was kissing her, mashing his lips against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and writhing there.
"Ohhhh, Harry!" she cried. "I'm being fucked! My God, I never been so fucked in all my life!
Honey-ohhhh, honey, I can't keep my hands off my pussy! Isn't that terrible? I feel so shameless!"
He glanced down her body and watched her hand jiggle up and down over her running twat as she masturbated. His prick stretched and pulsed inside her ass with heat. He'd never once seen her masturbate her cunt before. Shit, she was turning out to be as hot and wild as Karen!
"God, honey ...what's happened to you!" he gasped.
His eyes shifted.
Cassie's heart pounded.
Sam jumped up onto the bed, sniffing and drooling, his tongue lolling far from his mouth. His red, thick shaft jerked and jutted back and forth from his sheath.
"Goddamn mutt ...get down!" Harry growled.
"Sam!" Cassie moaned. "Ohhhh, Sam ..."
Sam licked his chops, lowered his head, and thrust forward, his nose boring into Cassie's split, finger-parted pussy.
"Ahhh!" she cried, tossing her head, arching, her asshole squeezing and shivering around Harry's cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry blurted explosively.
His eyes bulged. His prick did a wild dance up her ass, partly from what he was witnessing, partly from the effect it was having on her and the way her anal mouth pulled and sucked at his bursting, jerking prick.
"Ohhhh, God!" Cassie moaned again, her fingertips spreading her cunt lips wide.
"He's licking your cunt!"
"God! God!" she yelled. "His tongue! It's slithering up my pussy! Ohhh, Harry ...it's wonderful! I can't believe it! Your big prick up my ass and Sam's long tongue up my pussy! Ahhhhgh, I'm going to come! Harry! YAAAAGH!"
She yelled throatily and thrashed back and forth, making her ass pull and yank at his tightly imbedded prick. The pulsations and spasms shaking her asshole gripped him so hard he couldn't fuck in or out.
She nearly passed out from the incredible sensation. Sam wouldn't stop licking. His tongue slithered around and around in her pussy, lapping up the great flood of cunt juice gushing from her convoluted tunnel.
Harry gasped and shook, unable to believe he was really seeing this ...really being a part of it.
"My God!" he shouted with a gasp, the word "hillbilly" forming on his lips like the most vile epithet he could think up.
Cassie felt it coming. She couldn't let it be said ...not now, not when he was just coming around.
She released her pussy lips and held Sam's sleek head, pushing him back. His tongue stretched and stretched as he tried to get a last lick at her running twat.
"Ass, Sam!" she cried. "Lick my ass!"
It happened as if he'd understood her, although it was probably because he was tired of stretching his tongue so far. He picked the nearest target, the red-brown, wrinkled asshole right under his furry chin.
He thrust his tongue forward, lapping with the broad width, slurping wetly. His tongue pressed into the tight, rubbery ring that suddenly had a different kind of flavor than yesterday.
"YAAAAGH!" Harry bellowed.
His hips shot upward, carrying Cassie's shaking ass with them, ramming his prick fully into her tight asshole. His butt cheeks clenched around the wet nose, the hairy muzzle, the thrusting, slithering, ass-reaming tongue.
It was all he said. His throat was stopped with gasps. The spasms from Cassie's asshole, the incredible stimulation from Sam's drilling, twisting tongue ...both made his steaming sperm shoot through his prick as if a geyser had erupted.
Cassie felt him come. Hot, slippery fluid bolted into her butt like an enema, foaming and bubbling and making her asshole unbelievably slippery.
Harry's prick shot back and forth frictionlessly in her butt now. Sperm began to foam from the plugged hole as he fucked it and made it spasm and jitter with pulsations.
Sam must have smelled the heady aroma. He sniffed and snorted with his wet nose, and then he lapped up under Harry's crotch, drenching his balls with the slavering tongue, and then making it slither alongside Harry's wet, imbedded root.
"Ahhhh!" Harry cried finally. "He's licking my cock! He's trying to ram it up your ass beside my prick!"
"Oh! Ohhhh!" Cassie moaned, shaking back and forth, feeling the way Sam's long tongue slithered all around her plugged, wet asshole and overshot it, lapping along the curve of her crotch to her pussy again.
He was prancing around excitedly between their spread legs. She saw his red, pointed cock dripping oil from the tip, shooting back and forth from his hairy sheath.
He gave a final snort and pawed at her belly, and then let out a yelp of excitement, his tail making huge circles in the air. He dipped his sleek head and bellied down and began crawling forward, up Cassie's stomach.
She gasped. She heard Harry groan with disbelief. She felt Sam's furry belly cover her own. He lapped at her tits excitedly, and then his haunches began flexing and jiggling.
"Ah!" Cassie cried sharply. "Ohhhh, Harry!"
"Get down, mutt!"
"No-no, don't..."
"You mean ...Cassie, you mean you want..." he gasped.
"Eeee, Harry! Harry!" she screamed tightly, flinging her arms around Sam's neck.
"Holy Christ!" Harry groaned. "I can feel it!"
"Ahhhhgh! Hot, hot! Fuck, Harry! Fuck!" Cassie bubbled.
"He's fucking your cunt!"
"Ahhhh, God! Wonderful! Two cocks at once, Harry! Ohhh, up my ass and in my cunt! God!"
Harry gasped and gasped. He couldn't keep his hips still. His prick slid in and out of the pulsing, clenching anal ring. It slid and bumped along the jabbing, thrusting line of Sam's dog shaft just on the other side of Cassie's thin membrane.
His prick jittered and pulsed. He looked straight up and saw Sam's long tongue licking in and out of his mouth as he fucked Cassie's steaming pussy with his pointed prick.
He could feel Sam's black, furry balls pat warmly into the crack of his ass and pelt his asshole. An image flared through his mind ...the image of Sam's cock missing Cassie's pussy and spearing pointedly into his wet asshole instead.
"Ah! Ah!" he gasped, his anus sucking and shaking suddenly, his prick stretching even farther into her wet asshole.
"Ohhhh, Harry! I'm going to come again! God, am I ever going to come! What wonderful fucking you give me! Kiss me-Harry, kiss me hard!"
She moaned and turned her head to the side. She pushed Sam's head out of the way. Her cheek was streaked with saliva. She opened her mouth and crushed her lips against Harry's, and she thrust her tongue halfway down his throat, sucking and pulling on his as if it were his prick.
Cassie moaned. She shuddered violently. She let her pussy open fully and surround the spearing, sperm-filled, knotted cock. She lifted her mound up against Sam's furry belly and felt the short hairs of his sheath prickle into her pussy lips.
She squeezed and squeezed, at her pussy and at her asshole, gripping Harry's throbbing cock. She pulled and milked at both of them, wanting her body flooded with sperm.
She got it. Sam growled softly and shook his head, his ears flapping. His haunches lunged downward, and his dog cock rammed all the way into her cunt and exploded.
Hot, pungent sperm blasted into her cunt. Her pussy lips bloated and shot outward, trying to enfold the sheath wobbling beneath Sam's red belly.
"Ahhhhgh!" Harry cried. "I can feel it! He's coming! Cassie, he's coming up your cunt! God, his prick's shaking against mine! Oh, ahhhhgh!"
Harry surged upward. His prick swelled and danced in the depths of her ass. His balls drew up and exploded, sending another wad of sperm into her butt.
His prick shook against Sam's and made the dog growl and shiver and blast off again as he pumped and fucked into his mistress's hot, drenched pussy.
"Eeeeeee-enough! Enough!" Cassie cried throatily, pushing at Sam.
The dog got up and stood over them, panting and grinning, ready for more. His prick dripped hot sperm onto Harry's inner thigh, and he nuzzled down and licked at the wet asshole and draining cunt a few final times, before curling up at the foot of the bed with one leg in the air and his muzzle buried in his crotch, licking at his swollen prick.
Cassie moaned and rocked on Harry's front, kissing him again and again, her pussy mouth and her asshole giving off little spasms of sensation.
"Oh, Harry ...I love you," she said passionately. "Darling, that was the most thrilling fuck I've ever had. I want more, Harry! More like that! Didn't you-"
"Ahhhhgh!" he growled, pushing at her back suddenly, being rather violent about it. His cock sucked and popped from her asshole and made her gasp with the quick sensation.
"Harry!" she cried, startled by his action as well. "Christ!" he swore, moving his mouth as if there were a terrible taste in it.
"Harry ...darling, what's the matter?" "You ...you ...you fucking hillbilly!" he yelled, unable to find a stronger word of disgust. "Letting a goddamn dog fuck you! Next, it'll be a pig! Then a goat! Then a fucking horse or a bull! You're disgusting, Cassie!"
Cassie recoiled, stung. She'd blown it. She'd failed miserably. Now she was never going to talk Harry into moving back to the farm, buying Ira's orchards, giving the kids a good place to grow up. Then she suddenly exploded. "You hypocrite, Harry!" she yelled, making him flinch backward. She lifted one trim leg high and pointed her crotch at him, letting him see her asshole. She squeezed slightly, and sperm bubbled out from it. "See that? Sam didn't leave that load up my ass! Your big cock did! You loved it! You blew your wad twice! Don't tell me how damn disgusting it was for you, Harry Martin!"
He sucked in his breath and licked his lips and tried not to look at the damning evidence running from her ass.
"At least Sam fucks once in a while. At least he can give me his full attention when he's doing it, instead of scheming up ways to stab this executive in the back or climb over that one to claw to the top. The top of what, Harry? What's going to be left of us when you get there? Don't you ask yourself that question?"
"We're going to have it made, damn you!" he cried.
"I don't want it made! I want to live! The kids want to live. Sam wants to run and bark and play with them. We all need that, Harry-even you, even though you're too fouled up with Brewster and Kingman and Felix and all the others to see it clearly right now."
She crawled toward him, putting her arms around his neck, gazing urgently into his face.
"Harry, listen to me. Did you ever eat a fresh peach? Warm and sweet and drooling with juice from the tree? Did you ever fuck a peach, Harry?"
"What!" he gasped.
"I'll do it with you, darling. You push the pits out. You slide the warm, silky, syrupy peaches down over your prick ...your hard, throbbing prick, Harry. Then I'll take one in each hand, like this, and move them up and down your hot cock ...like this!" she moaned, sliding her grasping fingers along his slippery dick, her hands going in opposite directions.
"Cassie-God..." he choked, his prick throbbing with the sensation and the imagery of how she would masturbate him with two juicy peaches.
"Then, darling ...just when you're moaning and thrashing and ready to come . . . then I'll eat the top peach and swallow it down and suck and suck after all the syrup I can find-like this, Harry!"
She gasped and moaned and removed her top hand, opening her mouth, sucking her lips down over his red, slippery prick as she held his root firmly with the other hand and jacked it.
Harry groaned and leaned back, unable to keep his hips from lifting. He looked at her and gasped again, seeing the yellow hair about his thighs, the soft lips stretched over his prick.
He felt her tongue lap and slurp along his shaft and sweep over his cockhead in a way that she'd never done before. She was totally abandoned this time, totally free and wanton.
She sucked and drew on his cock, washing all over it with her tongue, kissing and plucking with her soft, silky lips, and he could imagine that she was cleaning off his cock of all the syrupy-sweet peach juice there.
In spite of himself, he groaned and leaned backward and was ready to let her go ahead and make him come. But then it dawned on him just what she was saying ...just how she was trying to get him to give up what he had fought Jess Kingman so hard for in order to get him to move them all to hillbilly land to live.
"No-o-o!" he cried quaveringly, pushing her head away. His prick slipped from her lips with a sucking pop and throbbed redly.
"Harry, please!" she cried passionately.
"No!"
He sprang from the bed. The harshness of his voice made Sam look up and stick his head forward and let out a low growl.
He spoke more softly, but his tone was cutting. "You can go there if you want to, Cassie. You can have the kids, too, since you've already poisoned their minds with this farm crap. But I'm staying here. I'm going to live with decent, sophisticated people. I'm going to surround myself with the luxuries of life ...and some kind of meaning."
She looked at him. "What meaning, Harry? The next golf score? Is that really the essence of your life? That, and whether you can screw Jess before he screws you? What a waste, Harry. What a terrible waste."
She turned from him. She hugged Sam around his neck and sobbed softly. She heard him go into the bathroom and shower, and then she heard him leave.
She quit sobbing. She had failed. Crying wouldn't help.