Chapter 8
One of the leather straps had given way and Donna, now almost frantic with an unknown revulsion, could move her left arm and shoulder, but her legs remained spread, her cunt helpless under the steady lapping of the big dog. Suddenly, as her heat began to return, she found not only the courage to accept her bondage, but a resurgence of the pleasure she had wallowed in with Alison.
There was only one difficulty-the dog didn't know what he was doing, did not have the understanding, the empathy of the tall, skillful girl.
Alison's tongue and lips knew so well the tenderest, most sensitive spots. The dog simply lapped, not knowing her clit from her asshole, now licking the outside of her cuntlips, now along the thigh, where tasty come-juice had spread, only occasionally getting into the inner labia, into the hole. Once, he turned his head and nibbled with his short front teeth in the hair, as though searching for a flea and it was a weird feeling, bringing a hysterical laugh from the bound girl.
She moved and strained, trying to follow the busy tongue, achingly desirous of moving her clitoris into its path. Damn the stupid beast! Why hadn't Alison trained him to stick to the hot places so a girl could come? This was torture-rising to within a hair's breadth of orgasm, only to have the dumb animal's snout and tongue go searching down to her hole. That was pleasant enough, certainly, but she strained and reached and searched for the final touch that would relieve and release her into the wild joy of coming.
In a lucid moment, she realized that she was probably appearing somewhere in the house on a TV screen, putting on a dog show for the others. The others? Would Brad be one of them? In her fierce desire to reach a climax, she didn't care. Let them look; let them laugh. Only, dear God, please let me come, she prayed.
Somehow, like a miracle, one of her leg bonds gave way entirely and she closed her legs, pulling the freed one up and across and tumbled on her knees to the floor. The desire to escape had been pure reflex. Something feminine and beyond control had made it, for a moment, paramount to her desire for a body-filling orgasm. In a rush of heat, she realized that her ass was now open to the big dog, to do with as he liked.
Her heart leaped. Maybe now she would come.
Thanks to Bill Derwin's inordinate interest in people and to his mergers which scooped in an advanced television firm while his beach home was being built, the only rooms in which TV screens did not reach throughout the big home were the kitchen and the pantry.
But there was one big room which was, actually, the nerve center of all this complex observation system. Its screen was the biggest and brightest of all and it was furnished almost entirely with cushions, some of them as large as mattresses, others shaped like wedges, some like tremendous pillows, all sizes and shapes, so that those fortunate enough to be allowed in this, Derwin's private showroom, were also fortunate enough to find the exact position, the exact degree of comfort, which made them happiest.
The big screen was reflected in huge mirrors, so that, if their-or Bill's-whim placed their backs to the screen, they could still see the action. By angled refraction, the screen was also reflected on the ceiling.
This was fortunate for Maida and Verna, who lay happily on their backs alongside Derwin, who reclined comfortably with his back propped against a huge padded wedge of soft leather, his legs spread wide so that Alison, careful not to do her job too enthusiastically, was gently mouthing his big cock.
"Just keep it barely hard, darling," he had ordered, stroking her hair with a hand recently drawn from the streaming pussy of the redhead. "You know what I want. Only enough to keep my senses sharp. This interests me."
"This" was the engaging sight of Donna and the dogs, full life-size and in gorgeous color. The big police dog was busy trying to mount her and the position of the camera-Alison had placed Donna exactly right to accomplish this-showed both the vermilion slickness of the animal's pointed cock and the dark red line of quivering labia between the girl's dark-haired cuntlips. As the dog stabbed blindly with his prick, leaving slimy trails of his fluids along Donnas' thighs and buttocks, her ass moved and bobbed, but whether in an attempt to aid or spoil the dog's aim was anyone's guess.
Bill's strong fingers splayed idly in the opened twats of Maida and Verna, spreading their flowing juices up and down their warming slits, noting the increase in their heat as the dog and woman came closer to fulfillment. One of them, the redhead, bucked and giggled as Bill's thumb touched her clit and he gave her a punishing pinch on a haired lip, which brought a muffled scream.
Alison looked up, holding the thick stem of Bill's cock in one hand and hissed, "Quiet, stupid!" before going down again to mouth the swollen glands.
Alice Carroll, playing with Derwin's bare feet, occasionally bending her head to lick between his toes, breathed sharply as the point of the dog's prick seemed to enter Donnas' cunt and was hastily withdrawn, showing that the blindly stabbing organ had missed again.
"What do you think, Alison?" the brunette asked in a hushed tone. "If that kid could get her hands free, would she help the dog get it in?"
Maida, emboldened by this first real sexual contact with her boss, said, "All that Alison can say is what she'd do and we already know she'd help the dog!"
There was a plopping sound as an angry Alison pulled her head away from Bill's prick and the sound of a hearty slap as Bill cuffed his secretary's face. "You keep sucking!" he said sharply. "And don't go pulling away like that. I told you I wanted it easy, didn't I?"
He took his two hands, reeking and slick from the pussies alongside him and wiped them in Alison's blonde hair. He leaned over and inhaled the richness of scent, smiling at the completeness of this easygoing scene of lust-his lust, with no need to feel concerned about anyone else.
His good humor returned, he stroked Alison's slowly moving cheeks and asked, "Did you get the boys from the beach?"
"Four of them, just at random-the first four I ran into," Alison answered, keeping a warm hand slowly moving on Bill's cock. "They're all young and hot and ready. I told the houseboys to keep them on the terrace until we're ready and to give them just one drink each, no more."
"Who gets the beach boys?" Maida questioned. "I'm getting hot and I don't like to race my motor like this, without getting it into gear."
Bill laughed and pushed his finger deep inside her, causing a muted squeal. "They're all for Donna," he said. "Maybe you kids might stand in line for seconds." His voice was pleased, almost excited.
"Alison," he said, "I want them ready to start on Donna as soon as the dog gets through. Understand?"
"Sure thing, chief," Alison responded. "But, my God, she'll be a wreck by then." She shivered. "That damned dog really gives you a working over. She'll go right up the wall if anyone touches her for five minutes after he's through."
"Fine," Bill said calmly. "That's exactly what I want. She's a hot woman, but she's got too many hangups for her own good. I want her to be so conditioned before the night's over that she'll start to drool at both ends if she so much as sees a man's shorts hanging on the line."
"Or a girl's panties, chief?" Alison teased and he gave her a good-natured slap.
"I can remember when women wouldn't even discuss Lesbianism-even women who practiced it," Bill said reminiscently. "It's a nasty word still, but thank God, a lot of women are getting over their own culture-induced fear of it. What a goddamned stupid world! In some ways, we'd be better off if we had never learned to think!"
"Bill... " Maida's voice was low, as though she sought permission to inject an idea. "I sort of dig other women and their lovable, stinking old pussies. Especially when I'm as hot as I am right now. A girl can actually eat me better than a guy. Is that because I'm brainwashed and still think a little love with a girl is wrong?"
Bill, his eyes on the screen, where the big dog had at last gotten his long red cock buried in Donnas' quivering cunt, didn't answer for a moment.
"Possibly, Maida," he answered. "At least in part. But mainly, I expect, because you're truly heterosexual, with not too many hangups about it. We're all part man, part woman. What we think of as normal-masculine probably adds up to eighty per cent man, twenty per cent woman. And vice versa."
Maida pulled his hand up from her pussy and smelled it, then sucked at two of his fingers. "I think I'm getting my percentages changed," she said, laughing. "Looking at Alison, with that lovely ass parted and that lovely pussy practically in my face, makes me feel very manly!"
Alison, careful not to increase either her tongue action or her pressure on Bill's cock, moved her ass nearer to the younger girl's hand. She waggled it lewdly and the thickly furred lips parted, showing the shadowed entry of her vagina. Maida, hunching against Bill's finger, stroked the broad, firm ass cheeks lovingly and slowly rammed two of her fingers into the wet, stretchy opening.
"I never thought you had any hangups at all, Maida," Bill said wonderingly. "Over men or women. Maybe I'd better fix you up with the dogs-or a dozen surfers, although I actually don't believe you need it. Not like Donna, bless her!"
There was real tenderness in his voice and Maida looked at the mirrored ceiling, where Donna, defying gravity, was pictured in the last throes of what was obviously an almighty big orgasm, with the little dog somehow lying near her face and the big dog relaxed and panting on her back.
"She ought to be about cured," Maida ventured, giggling.
"Not yet," Bill said, his voice earnest. "But she will be. I owe it to Brad. And I owe it to her. She's got so much potential! I'll see that she's really free!"
He reached down and patted Alison on the head. "Take five, darling," he said. "I want to watch this and you'll have to get the dog pretty soon. Too bad Max had to leave."
Alice laughed, sitting on her heels and feeling between Verna's legs, where Bill's play had left the redhead sopping.
"Sweet old thing; he was tired," she said. "I hope he's going to be all right."
"All right?" Bill asked in surprise. "Of course he's going to be all right. It's none of your business, of course, but Max has more money than he'll ever be able to spend. No sweat for Max!"
Alice comically fingered her pussy and made a gesture with her hand, her finger bending like a fallen cock. "They say that a man loses his shot when he's away from this stuff for a while," she said.
Bill gave her a grin. "Sounds like you're worrying about yourself as much as Max, baby," he said. "Didn't I tell you? Retired executives still have executive privileges. You may still find old Maxie in your bed."
"I hope the rest gets him built up," the brunette said, giggling. "I could use a man right now. Boy, could I!"
Alison had left the room silently, no doubt to go for the dog and Maida and Verna, built to fever heat by what they had seen, feeling freer than ever after Bill's diatribe against hangups, were leaning against each other.
It was Maida who made the suggestion. "Where's Brad?" she asked. "There's a man who can fuck all night. See if you can get Brad, Alice, honey. He'll squirt that stuff all over where you're on fire. I guarantee he'll put it out!"
Bill laughed silently and let out a deep sigh.
"Brad's busy," he answered quietly.
"Doing what, for Christ's sake?" Verna asked curiously. "Everyone's here except Alison; all the girls, I mean. You don't mean that Brad's after one of the houseboys!"
Bill's voice was lighter now.
"Not Brad," he said. Surprisingly, he laughed aloud. "Brad's fucking my daughter," he said, as though casually mentioning the weather.
The shocked silence was as loud as a scream. Maida and Verna moved apart, eying each other self-consciously and dropping their eyes. Alice, still sitting on her heels, realized that her jaw had dropped and closed her mouth.
"What do you think I am," Bill said harshly, "some kind of goddamned hypocrite? Do you think I preach and practice, freedom of life for you people and something different for my daughter? That's not very complimentary!"
The three women remained silent, but Maida, sensing a deep current of emotion in her boss and unable to control a tendency toward mothering anyone who seemed to need it, put a hand on Bill's naked shoulder. He let it lie there for a moment before shrugging it off.
"Maida," he said and he seemed totally relaxed, "how old were you when you got fucked for the first time?"
The blonde girl laughed. "Five, I think," she replied.
"No, I don't mean little-kid stuff," Bill answered. "I mean a real fuck, when you had hair on your pussy and the guy was grown-up enough to have a real prick, shooting jism into you, giving it the works. You know."
"Well now, about that... " Maida was being careful. "... I can't really say. Some football guy got my cherry, but looking back, it wasn't a real fuck. I was more scared than hot; you know what I mean?"
Bill nodded and so did the other two women.
"I guess the first time I got any real fun out of it was when I was just under fifteen. Everything else I had ever done, it was to spite Mom. She pushed me around so much, always saying I would grow up to be a tramp. Even when I was a little kid. The football guy was to spite her. Mom didn't want me to be a song-leader. Said I'd get it from some football player!" She snickered, like a naughty little girl telling secrets. "Well, I got it! And it was a mess-just a lot of hurting and bleeding. At first, I thought he'd killed me! The dumb ox! A lot he knew!"
"How about the first time you had fun?" Alice prodded.
"Oh, that was different," Maida said, her voice growing warmer. "This was just for me. This guy in the Junior Chamber of Commerce-they were looking for Miss Carnation candidates-was so neat! An older fellow, twenty-five, I think. Tall and lean and good-looking. He always wore bow ties," she said irrelevantly. "An insurance man named Hansen. I knew more of what it was all about. I was sick of getting banged by those dumb schoolboys and I had gone to old Doc Gold, in Sonrisa Beach and he put me on the Pill. He said he had to examine me, to see if I was mature enough!"
The blonde girl whooped in solid laughter and the others waited, smiling. "And did he?" Alice asked. "Examine you?"
"Inside and out," Maida said earnestly. "Looked real serious and said he had to run an acid test-he'd have to taste me! No shit, he licked me for about a minute. I think he shot off in his white smock!" She hugged herself, thinking about those far-off days. Bill cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, Bill," the girl said apologetically. "I got carried away. But the old Doc was pretty funny. But this Hansen-Gristle, they called him, a nickname-he was so sweet. I know he had eyes for me, ever since I came in, in a bikini, to fill out an entry form for Miss Carnation. But he was really careful not to lay a hand on me. So I decided I'd have to do something about it."
She paused for a minute. "What I did, I went to his office one night, just as he was closing up. That's a holiday thing, the Miss Carnation parade, so this was in November and dark. I said I had to talk to him and pretended to be crying. He let me in and pulled down the Venetian blinds and turned off the light in his outer office and we went into his private office in back." Her voice was quickened and she was breathing a little faster, remembering.
"He sat down and tried to smile at me in a real fatherly way, but he had his eyes right on my belly button. I was in a bikini, you know, a real skimpy one. I liked it, because the bra barely covered my nipples and when I hitched the panties up real good, some of my fuzz stuck out!" She laughed and gestured at the blond thatch on her pussy. "All I had was fuzz!"
"He asked me what was the trouble and I did what I had planned to do. I got as close to him as I could and said, 'Some of the other girls are saying that I wear falsies, Mister Hensen.' In that little bra, I couldn't have had a falsie any bigger than a dime. But I just pulled it down and let my boobs swing out!"
She looked down at her breasts fondly and Bill reached out and squeezed one of them, smiling patiently.
"Come on, kid, get to the fucking part," Verna said. Her eyes, were bright and her hand, out of sight of the others, was under Maida's smooth ass, tickling away in a pool of juice.
Maida laughed again. "I was all set to pull my panties down, with some cock-and-bull story that the other girls were saying I didn't have any hair on my snatch, but I didn't have to. I guess I had misjudged old Gris Hansen. He just stood up, tall and straight and began unbuckling his belt. While he undressed, I just stood there like a little fool, scared but willing and when I saw his cock come out of his shorts, it was so big and hard that I nearly fainted. Every time I had done it before, it was just a quickie, usually in the dark and while I had felt many, I had never had a chance to really see one, to see how it was made and all. You know."
She stopped as though confused and Bill said gently, "Go on, baby. You're doing great. But tell me something first. You were nearly fifteen. Your tits were okay. Were they as big as they are now?"
"Oh, my God, no!" Maida laughed. "Nowhere near. About thirty-two B. About as big as Donnas' are now maybe." She looked around at the other girls, who nodded, smiling.
"About your pussy-did you have much hair?" Bill asked and the other girls laughed in kindly excuse for a man's ignorance.
"Hardly any, really," Maida confessed. "Just a little sort of horseshoe curved over my slit. I was pretty bare. But it's funny; even then I had a few hairs down below, way below, you know? Down toward my ass." She flushed. "I'm as hairy as a blonde sheepdog now! Ugh!"
"I'll have to check it someday," Bill promised. "It sounds interesting-and lovely!"
"Thanks, Bill," Maida murmured. "Where was I? Oh, just before getting fucked!" she laughed again, softly.
"I felt like the grown-uppest woman in the world," she went on. "But after Mister Hansen laid me down on the floor and I raised my ass up off the carpet so that he could pull my panties off, I thought it was all over. His face went white when he saw my twat-that was the least grown-up part of me, I guess-and I had to grab his dong to keep him from getting up. Jesus, it was hard! And I pulled on it until he got over me with his hands on each side of me and I took hold of his face and whispered, 'It's all right, Mister Hansen. This is what I came in here for, really!' Then he began to laugh, but with tears coming out of his eyes and he reached down, ever so gently and put it into me."
She closed her eyes, a dreamy smile on her face and Verna said, "Go on! Go on! What happened?"
"Why," said Maida in surprise, "we fucked-what else?"
"Oh, damn it, you know what I mean," Verna snapped. "How was it? Was it better than with the football guy? Or the others?"
"For Christ's sake, Verna," Maida said, "you've been fucked. You know what it's like. But I'll say this, it sure cured me of fucking boys! Wow! Men know what to do-taking their time, getting you ready when you're not ready, all that. Christ! He was the first guy to really eat me! I must've made it ten times. And I learned how good my own pussy tasted, too, from sucking him. Maybe that was when I first got to thinking it might be nice to do it with another girl."
Verna wiggled her finger deep in the squirming warmth of Maida's cunt. "Tell us about your first time going that route, baby," she teased, but Bill shook his head.
"Some other time," he said. "And that was the first time you didn't do it to spite your mother?" he asked.
Maida heaved a deep sigh. "That's right. And the first time I did it because I wanted to; then it was good!"
Bill shook his head, a strange smile on his face.
"I'm going to tell you kids something," he said. "I could tell you were all shocked when I said that Brad had fucked my daughter. No, don't deny it; it's not bad. None of us shake off all our old shackles, I suppose. Even when we're free. But look. Ellen's mother's long gone- I guess I was too much for her. I don't mean about sex; she went along with anything that way. But my ideas scared her. The idea of being rich scared her. Too much responsibility, she said."
He was silent for a moment. "She didn't want Ellen, not really and I did. I wanted one girl to grow up in this chickenshit world without being afraid of her dad, or of life, or of men, or love, or anything." His voice was fierce.
"She's younger than you were, Maida, when you first did it on your own account, because you wanted to. She never had to do it to spite me. She knew I wanted her to be a human being. To hound a girl about her pussy, to throw her natural desires in her face as something shameful-that's probably the worst possible crime against another human being, short of murder. I would rather see her raped in an alley than have her deny her humanity! Do you see what I mean?"
"I do, Bill," Maida answered him. "I think we all do. I wish I'd had a father like you. Maybe I'd have turned out different."
"Oh, shit, Maida, don't be so goddamned anachronistic," Bill said harshly. "You're far greater the way you are right now than a thousand like your mother. You're a woman and one that's able to get everything possible out of being a woman. Don't make me sick by mentioning some stupid ideal that you couldn't live with and had the guts to reject! I'm just beginning to understand why I've always liked you!"
He was silent again, breathing slowly. "Here's my point," he said, "and I'm glad you told your story exactly as you did. As soon as you exercise your right to sex, as soon as you declared yourself free to do it on your own, without hate for your old lady, your instincts were right. It wasn't just luck. You could've gone for any one of a hundred men around town, right? But you went for a good one-this Hansen. I know the guy, incidentally. He's okay. I didn't realize just how okay until tonight. I need somebody to head up an insurance department for me. I think I know who!"
He smiled in the semi dark. "I didn't finish my point. I guess that I am a little emotional. I said Ellen was younger than you. Not much; she's, oh, I don't know, fourteen and a half, somewhere around there. With just a little horseshoe of blonde hair over her slit. And because I never leaned on her, because I wanted her to be a human being, she got it the way I would wish, under the best circumstances. Brad's all right, a real, up-and-coming young guy. He's going to be a big man with Bonturat. Hold it now," he said, laughing, as three woman leaned forward. "No romance. They'll never marry. But Ellen had to lose it sooner or later. I'm glad it was right now. And with Brad."
He turned to Maida. "Didn't you guarantee that Brad would give Verna a fuck to remember?" he asked.
When she smiled and nodded and shrugged her shoulders, all at the same time, he laughed and said, "Well, that's what I wanted for Ellen! And I'll gamble she got it!"