Chapter 8
Lucy noticed immediately that Kate's big flashy Buick was gone from the driveway, grateful that at least she would not have to face her mother in her present state of mind. She had ceased crying finally, perhaps from the diverting tensions of driving home, though her chest occasionally heaved uncontrollably and she had to gasp for breath to force down the lump in her throat. It was still too soon to think clearly, Lucy's one coherent thought being the instinctive instinct to get home and safely into her room, away from the ugliness and betrayal of this terrible night.
She entered through the back door for some unknown reason, something she never did, entered without being aware that Matt was a few feet away, and ran to her room without switching on a single light, as if perhaps the darkness could shut out the burning memories that ate away at her brain like parasites. But the void of darkness only made the hurt more painful, and she found herself turning on all the lights in her room, then the stereo, a lilting, upbeat bit of music that Lucy usually found cheering. Tonight, though, even that would not help. There was the sound of a car door slamming out front, faintly carried through the big empty house, and Lucy hurried to undress -- she wanted to appear asleep when Kate returned, for there was just no chance of facing her so soon after what she did. Quickly, her crying ended, she pulled off her clothes, including her bra and panties as she disliked sleeping in anything more restrictive than a sheer nightie, and slipped into the nearly-transparent bit of lingerie her father had bought her in naughty Paris. She was about to wriggle beneath the covers when she stiffened with fear at the sound of someone at the front door -- Kate, unlike her daughter, always parked on the side nearest the kitchen and entered through the back door, unless she had important friends along. Lucy shrugged it off as a case of nerves still tensed from a night of unexpected surprises; maybe it was her mother bringing that man back home. Yes, that's it, she said to herself in disgust, maybe she didn't get enough before and she talked him into a second round!
Lucy closed her eyes and squirmed deeper between the fresh starched sheets, but she knew right away she would never find sleep tonight without some technological assistance. Irritably, she climbed out of bed and opened the door to her bedroom a crack. There was no sound at all from the front door, and she started to cross the hallway to the bathroom for a sleeping pill when the door chimed noisily, giving her such a start that she cried out in alarm. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest until she realized that it still was not terribly late by Valley Farms schedules; it could be some friend of her mother's over for a bit of late-night gossip and coffee. She grabbed her dressing gown from its hook behind the bedroom door and padded hurriedly on bare feet to greet the unexpected caller. Moments later, she would regret not having taken the simplest of modern-day cautions, a peek through the viewing window; that was something that she always did without thinking, as instinctively as looking both ways before crossing the street. But tonight, Lucy Barrett merely switched on the front lights and turned the handle thoughtlessly. The first glimpse of grease- stained jeans and scuffed leather boots relayed the panic alarm to her already-troubled brain ... but it was too late.
She pushed hard against the half-opened door but it swung open effortlessly against her frail efforts. "Hello, Lucy, honey ... surprise!" Lucy grabbed impulsively at her robe, clutching the two sides tightly together -- it was David and two of the seediest hippie- types she had ever seen!
"You ... you have no right to come here, David," she asserted with mock courage. "After tonight, we're finished ... forever! Now get out of my house!"
The obviously-drunk young man only sneered derisively and pushed his way into the entry foyer. "We noticed your ol' lady's car was gone ... nobody but the four of us, huh? Just right for a party, eh, baby?" The two long-haired greasers chuckled anticipatorily, one of them brazenly rubbing the bulge that ridged his tight jeans along the inside of his thigh.
"Party? Wh-What are you talking about? Get out ... right now or I'll call the police!" Her manner was still courageous but her cracking voice betrayed her very real fear. She had never seen David like this, there was something vicious and cruel about him the way he was now, like someone else had inherited his body, someone rabid and hateful. But if David was frightening, his two friends were savage wild animals by comparison! One was heavy-set, almost fat, with shoulder length brownish hair that looked as if it had been unwashed for weeks. He wore oversized cowboy boots that would have been amusing under better circumstances, and Lucy could see without meaning to that the swelling bulge he rubbed insultingly, rudely, was a formidable weapon in itself. The second was tall, taller than David who was over six feet, with a face that twisted with an inner agony, like the boys she had seen once when she had passed a mental institution when out riding on a Sunday afternoon -- prematurely aged, contorted with the gut-ripping torture of paranoia and hate. God, she could barely stand to look at him! She would have not been startled had he suddenly snarled and bared a pair of savage, blood-lusting fangs, his mouth foamy with hydrophobic rage! They were a pair straight from hell and she felt her blood run cold with dread as the first premonitions of what they sought chilled her heart and numbed her very soul!
"Don't look so petrified, baby," David leered. "You're among friends, right, fellas?" The big one merely grunted in agreement and his friend said nothing at all. "I just wanted to come by and pay you back for tonight ... I think I owe you something."
"What ... I don't know what you mean, David. I've never seen you like this ... I-I'm afraid."
"Well, baby, maybe there's a lot of me you ain't seen ... and tonight you're gonna' see it. You made me a laughingstock out at Scottie's ... you made a Goddamn fool out of me, had all my friends laughing and hooting like a bunch of hyenas. Well, I don't appreciate it, not one bit."
"That's not true! It's a lie!" Lucy shouted, emboldened by her ex- lover's one-sided allegations. "If anyone has a right to be angry, it's me! What you did was ... despicable!"
"Hey, she's got a way with them big words, Davey, buddy," mumbled the stocky long-haired man. "Mighty high-falutin'."
"Yeah, she's a big talker, all right ... just like her ol' man, three- quarters hot air."
Lucy snapped at him angrily at the mention of her father. "How dare you say that about my father! You don't know what you're talking about, he was dead long before we met and you know it. And anyway, I have nothing further to say to you, David ... we're through, finished! I never want to see you again ... never!"
The youth's cock-sure sneer turned up at the corners and became a wicked grin that spoke of untold terror yet to come, and Lucy instantly regretted having said anything to anger him; this was not the man she had loved, the man she had taken deep up into her belly often in the throes of passion. No, this was a stranger ... and the look on his face promised revenge for the assault she had made on his manhood. He had been shamed, in his eyes, before his peers, and to his twisted mind, that was a sin worse than death. Lucy felt her breath freeze in her lungs with a shudder as the thought of what might happen to her burst into her mind; registered with the shock of an earthquake in her unconscious ... rape!
"I knew that bastard old man of yours, all right, long before I ever met you at Scottie's and got some of your sweet littl' snatch. The son- of-a-bitch canned me once for smoking a little weed, and you were my chance to get even. But like you said, that's all over now, so I might as well get that sugar-sweet revenge some other way, right, fellas?" The two dirty, foul-smelling types chuckled in agreement and moved a step closer to Lucy, who stood shivering now in fear, her hands clutched to the front of her dressing gown, her flesh tingling with dread from the tips of her bare toes to her head ... God, this was no nightmare, this was real! And she was trapped alone with them! Her mind churned with frenzied emotion but one clear thought emerged above the maelstrom of fear ... Matthew! Where was he?! Of course, now she remembered, he had been outside when she came home in tears, and she hadn't even greeted him; now he was locked outside and unable to help her ... Oh dear God, if only I could get to him, I know he'd save me!
"You ought to be properly introduced, Lucy," her ex-boyfriend spat contemptuously. "I know how you country-club types love that sort of thing. Well, this is Large and this is Tall." His two friends boomed with hysterical laughter, far too much for David's feeble attempt at humor. It was then that Lucy glimpsed their eyes ... they were on drugs! Their eyes were clouded and blank, spiteful sub-human eyes that showed no mercy. "That's not their real names, but it'll have to do for now. How about it, baby, now that we all know each other? Let's have a little party ..." His hands darted out lightning-fast and grabbed at her gown, tearing it from her grip and yanking it open in front. "... Now!"
Lucy felt a flush of shame as she realized she wore nothing beneath her gauze-sheer nightie, but she fought the urge to hide her nakedness and responded with something more basic, more primeval; she swung with all her strength at her once-lover's face, her nails bared in womanly fury, a move of sheer desperation that she knew was futile before it began. He caught her arm in mid-swing and twisted it downward and then up again in a painful twist that spun her around in the blinking of an eye. "Spunky, aren't you, bitch? Well, you'll get plenty of chances to use some of that spunk. 0l' Large here's got a cock on him that would bring tears to a Navy-town whore! Show her, buddy ... let her take a look at some of that meat you're always bragging about." Lucy was only half-aware that as David spoke he was shoving her down the hallway to her bedroom; he knew the layout of the house well as he had been here many times, and there could be no doubt of what awaited her once they were close to a bed ... Oh, Matt, how I need you now!
Lucy was in the doorway now and she reached out desperately in a vain effort to grab the door frame and hold off this wanton assault, but David wrenched her hands away effortlessly and pushed her onto the bed.
"Here ya' go, girlie ... ever had one like this?" Lucy turned without thinking and jumped a foot from the mattress at the sight of what the heavy-set hippie held in his hands.
"No! No, you can't! David. please, p-please! I'm begging you! God, isn't that enough? P-Please!" Her voice was hysterical with fear and loathing now as she stared, mesmerized, at the thick pole of naked flesh he held like a fencepost with both hands; its purplish, blood- bloated head had extended from the rubbery sheath of foreskin and its solitary eye stared at her in unblinking lust. "I'll scream, David, I'll scream until somebody comes or calls the police!"
"Go ahead, but don't tire yourself out, baby," he laughed wickedly. "I want you in good shape for me and my friends. You know as well as I do that these rich-folks' houses are so fucking far apart that you could scream 'til next week and nobody would come. Hey, uh, 'Tall,' get out by the front door and keep an eye out for her ol' lady. I don't want nothing interrupting our party."
The lanky youth did not respond at first until his buddy nudged him forcefully. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot the new names. But how come I gotta' miss out on the action?" he asked, his voice a surprising whine that seemed out of place in his massive body.
"Don't worry, buddy, you ain't gonna' miss nothing. You just sit by that door and when I come to get you, I promise you'll be well taken care of ... little miss rich cunt sucks a mean cock!" The slender youth laughed drunkenly, though there was no trace of liquor on his breath, and left the room at a stagger. "Now, ol' buddy, let's get the rest of her clothes off and you'll see what a real piece o'tail looks like!"
Lucy screamed as their hands touched her flesh, but the husky, thick- armed one closed her mouth with a huge palm that covered half her face, blocking her breath so severely that she feared she would black out. "You got the stuff, David?" he asked, his lips moistening at the prospect of what awaited him there on the bed -- a beautiful rich girl, the kind he'd hungered for all his life, ever since the days in public school in Washington when the kids with the money walked away with everything, the good grades, the best positions on the school teams, scholarships ... and now was his chance to get even.
"Yeah, I still got a pocketful. Here take another one for yourself and let's get a couple down her pretty throat. That is, unless she'd rather have a cock instead."
"Oh, please ... please ..." Her voice was nothing more than a tearful whisper as the huge man released her; there was no will to fight left in her, just the one hope she could cling to, the thin hope of mercy before it was too late ... before she was raped!
"Here, baby, take this and swallow it before I get pissed off." David handed her a small white tablet and began to pull at the bottom of her nightie as his friend held her firmly to the bed with one huge hand on her shoulder, as easily as a cat might pin a mouse to the floor before devouring him.
"Wha ... what is it?" she asked fearfully. Drugs had never been for her; alcohol was as high as she liked to get.
"It's a 'sopor,' bitch ... the love drug. Everybody's taking 'em these days. You'll feel a little drunk at first, but then ... va-va-voom! You'll see why they call it the love drug ... methaqualone, if you want to be technical. But one of these, and you ain't in no mood for anything technical ... just fucking!"
"No, I won't take it! I won't!" she cried, but before the words had left her mouth, the big blue-jeaned man tightened his grip on her left shoulder with a strength she would have never dreamed possible. Almost instantly, her shoulder seared with a pain a hundred times more intense than the worst cramp she could remember; perspiration broke out in a beaded row across her forehead and she bit her lower lip in painful resistance. But there was no chance, none at all. She opened her mouth and took the dreaded pill; there was no hope of concealing it, for David probed her tongue and lips with clinical fervor until satisfied it was on its way to her belly ... and to her brain.
Even as she swallowed it, Lucy was remembering the drug at last and the much-repeated warnings about mixing it with alcohol. Of the near- catatonic helplessness, coupled with the maddening sexual arousal for which it was famous ... and then she remembered the large can of beer she had consumed less than an hour ago ...
Was it only minutes that had passed? For the now-naked young blonde girl there on her bed, two lust-crazed men pressed close around her like vultures waiting for their prey to die, it could easily have been hours instead. Or even days. Perhaps it was the intensity of her fever- pitch emotions, her gut-twisting fear, that made the dreaded "love drug" work its salacious magic so quickly; it burned its way down her gullet and into her belly like a pellet of white-hot lead, and she could literally feel the surge of methaqualone wash into her bloodstream, its potent inhibition-killing strength already on its way to the deepest recesses of her mind. Her skin tingled and flushed and she felt strangely giddy and helpless, like being drunk, only much worse -- she could see and feel everything around her, but she was powerless to resist!
Her arms fell uselessly to her sides and her voice box balked at producing another scream ... her own body was betraying her! It was a mutiny of her own flesh and blood! She offered no resistance as David and his husky confederate lifted her bare arms and pulled her sheer nightie up and over her head. She fell back onto the bed, completely and utterly naked, every inch of her sun-bronzed loveliness vulnerable to their coldly probing stares; she had never felt so abjectly exposed, as though she were stripped bare in a Bedouin's tent filled with sex- hungry Arabs!
She peered through drug-misted, incredulous eyes as the two men removed their pants and undershorts, leaving their shirts, incongruously in place, their jutting cocks poking from beneath their shirttails like poles from an awning. In her love-drugged haziness, their cocks seemed disembodied from their loins, two twin penises of throbbing purplish flesh moving toward her unprotected nakedness with relentless virile energy, actually seeming to pulsate in a steady, primitive rhythm, a jungle beat of sensual incitement that threatened to forcibly trap her in its wanton arousal.
"Please ... please, no," she whined in self-defeat, her heart and mind wracked with the awareness that there was nothing she could do to stop this horrible act from taking place. The one David nick-named "Large" grinned down at her obscenely through yellowed, smoke-stained teeth, his fist clenched around his immensely-distended penis; lifted upward as it was, his swollen cock-shaft looked like an extra leg growing from the hair-matted thicket of his muscular pelvis.
David reached out to her naked flesh and she shuddered at his touch; a hand that would have brought pleasure and warmth yesterday now numbed her flesh with coldness and dread. He reached between her slender, trim thighs. "Come on, baby, open those rich-girl legs a bit and show my buddy here what a sweet pussy you've got. I told him all about that tight littl' box o'yours, and he's eager for a peek."
"D-David, no!" she gasped as he pushed apart her smooth trembling thighs, revealing the moist cuntal slit for their hungrily appraising eyes. She cried out as he crudely bored a stiffened finger up into her simmering vagina, thrusting it so painfully deep that it was hidden up to the palm in the rapidly-lubricating flesh of her pussy.
"That stuff's working already," he whispered to his friend. "She's wetter'n a teenybopper at a rock concert!" He stuffed another thick finger into her defenseless pussy, mercilessly fingering her nakedly- splayed pussy-flesh. "Aaaawwwwwwww! ... P-Please, no, I'll pay you money, anything! Please!" she sputtered chokingly, her buttocks grinding into the mattress in a vain effort to elude the cruel, sadistic attack between her quivering thighs.
David chuckled at her plight, his eyes wide with lust and a passion for revenge that transcended even the "love-drug's" potency. "Money won't save your ass this time, bitch! I had a chance at all of it and that's gone now, so it don't mean a shit to me anymore ... me and my buddies'll make up for that loss though. You're gonna' pay me back for all these months of sucking up to all your asshole friends. If I ain't getting a whack at all that money, I'll make up for it with one hell of a whack at your rich little cunt!"
The heavy-set long-haired man laughed drunkenly, his mouth twisting unevenly in a sinister leer as he watched David's fingers plundering the fleshy pinkness of Lucy's helpless cuntal crevice. Damn, ol' Davey boy had been telling the truth when he said this country-club cunt was something else! Fuck, she was like a center-fold girl, only this was real flesh, not something out of a magazine. With a face like a movie- star's, those pretty little lips, perfectly shaped, her complexion rich and creamy, the kind that seems to come with money ... man, what it was gonna' be like fucking this piece! He laughed to himself in private indulgence, fuck, I ain't never gonna' wash my cock again when it comes out of her sweet pussy!
"Goddamn, Davey, hurry it up ... my cock's like a firecracker and the fuse is lit!" The big man towered over her like some medieval giant, his face and neck dripping with anxious perspiration, his obscenely- huge penis stiffened between his fingers like a massive cudgel.
Lucy's ex-boyfriend laughed derisively down at her cringing body, then jerked his two fingers from the tautly-clasping cuntal flesh between her thighs with a loud sucking noise; she moaned in relief but was powerless to move ... already, the drug had erased her normal instincts for survival. She was not truly paralyzed, only her mind refused to command her flesh to obey ... nothing seemed to matter anymore, her "love-drugged" brain was ready to accept any and all of their brutal, lascivious excesses as inevitable ... she was doomed to whatever fate held in check, helpless except for servile obedience!
"What 'ya got in mind, Davey?" the chunky young man asked excitedly, luridly stroking his proudly-erect penis. "A bit of a sandwich, huh? That'd be out a'sight!"
"Good thinking, pal," David said with a sinister grin. "I know for a fact that she's never even been ass-fucked, much less "sandwiched" ... we'll have her climbing the wall in no time that way. Two cocks at once, baby, what do you think of that idea?" He poked his swollen penis toward her, smaller and less thick than his friend's, but still the potent tool she remembered. "One in that sweet box of yours and the other up your ass, with you right in the middle. Man, you won't feel nothing between your legs but cock and more cock! Far out, huh, baby?"
Lucy had scarcely uttered a sound as they coolly brandished their lust- incited cocks like vengeful weapons, sadistically discussing the ravages they planned to perpetrate upon her like she could not hear, for something was gradually eating away at her fearful shell of abandonment and horror ... the God-forbidden truth that she could not face even in her most secret thoughts: the "love-drug" was beginning to torturingly arouse her flesh with all the promise of its sordid nick- name! There could be no denying that familiar glowing surge of emptiness deep in the pit of her needful belly ... Oh, how she hated to face the reality of that insistent heat there in her loins ... she was beginning to get "turned on!" Their cruelly calculated words of sadism and lust were taking their toll in the drug-incited unconsciousness of her mind ... she knew she should be crying and begging for mercy, but instead she felt the warm spreading glow of passion growing between her nakedly-splayed thighs. They were rapidly converting her into a hot-box of sinful lust ... and there was no way to turn back!
The sexily-curvaceous young blonde shivered erotically, half of her body and soul actually welcoming the increasing burning passion that was sweeping over her, for in that blinding lust she knew she could find shelter, obviating at least part of the shameful degradation she was powerless to stop. Through drug-fogged eyes she saw the heavy-set man crawl onto the bed and begin to move up between her legs, spreading them wider with his hands. Though she fought the sordid impulse with every shred of decency she could muster, she found herself staring lustily at the incredibly thick length of his menacing cock, her mind perceiving only one thing ... the blissful promise of sexual fulfillment! God, she was becoming a nymphomaniac, and even though she resisted this sudden welling of hungry passion with all her heart, she actually wanted his cock; after all the vileness of this night, the betrayal and the filth ... she wanted it! He spread her legs at the knees, opening them wider until she saw the purplish, blood-engorged knob at the end of his cock only a scant inch from the already- moistening lips of her fervently-aroused vagina. He leered at her knowingly, then lewdly gripped his burgeoning penis with his clenched palm and angled it downward until it actually brushed against the shimmering pink flesh of her cuntal lips. She shuddered from the burning, passion-inciting contact of his bloated cock-head against the drug-heightened sensitivity of her susceptible vaginal moistness, a spasm of unwanted but eagerly-received desire rippling up from her belly to the very tips of her nakedly squirming breasts!
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured despite herself, a visible shiver of "love- drug" passion curling along her outstretched nudity.
"Man, those 'sopors' are far-out, Davey boy! Look at this bitch wiggle ... she's hot for a cock, you'd better believe it! She can't help herself. Look at her!" the big man hissed down through clenched teeth, his eyes wide with lust as he lewdly dragged the bulbous knob-like head of his desire-swollen cock through the trembling flesh of her cuntal slit. He drew it tormentingly upward through the glistening crevice to wickedly massage the tiny quivering pearl of her clitoris. She moaned again, louder this time, squirming with fast-rising pleasure beneath his salacious cock-caress. "Tell me you want it, baby, or you don't get it," he spat down at her, coarsely kneading the pliant flesh of one of her sumptuous breasts with his free hand, tweaking her crinkly pink nipple roughly and sending a shiver of wanton arousal shooting through her wriggling body. Her bare breast seemed to swell even beneath his crude caress until the fleshy mound bulged from around the edges of his immense palm. "C'mon, rich-cunt, let me hear you say it! You gotta' beg for this special piece o' meat, baby! Beg like a slut or you'll never get it!"
"P-Please, please, just leave me alone," she gasped, but it was obvious her body cried out for another kind of satisfaction. They both knew only too well the effects of this miracle "love-drug," for David had tried it out earlier tonight on that teenybopper he'd met at Scottie's; fuck, she'd already taken on both his buddies at the apartment and was sucking him off for the second time when Lucy blundered onto the scene! Lucy Barnett was a goner now and the two men knew it ... no matter what she said or tried to believe, she was hotter than hell between her legs and they could see it with their own eyes!
David's husky friend eased just the mushroom-shaped head of his cock between me young blonde's cringing pussy-lips, laughed as she moaned when the bulbous rubbery cock-tip spread her cuntal folds apart like the end of a baseball bat. Finally, she could hold out no longer ... the last bit of will to resist had been destroyed by the raging flames of her drug-incited passion. "I can't stand it ... I can't! Oh, put it in me, put it in me now!" she cried, her lips contorted venemously with a potent blend of raging lust and burning hatred.
"No, you gotta' do better'n that ... say it, cunt! Say what I want to hear!"
Lucy's eyes were closed in shame and her lips curled as she spat out the detested words. "Damn you, fuck me ... fuck meeeee!"
Her legs doubled back higher until they pressed against her sensitive nipples and she grabbed for his shoulders, wracked with shame and despair but unable to control a second longer the blast-furnace of desire that raged in her belly. Her cuntal lips poutingly nibbled for his heavily-swollen cock as her hips writhed upward with a savage, grinding rhythm of their own in a desperate attempt to ravenously suck his manhood up into the steaming depths of her insanely desirious cunt!
Lucy moaned incessantly as she felt his semen-moistened cock-head insinuated between her hotly-aroused cuntal lips ... her love-drugged eyes watched in licentious fervor as he rocked forward, his passion- bloated penis disappearing up into the clutching depths of her lust- drenched vagina. For a long moment, she watched as if it were some other girl's pussy, part of a lewd sex show perhaps, and then with a gasp, she cried out in pleasure-pain at the immense size of his surging manhood. He flexed his hips and rammed his bulbous cock-head deep into her belly with a thrust that parted the yielding walls of her vaginal cleft like a clenched fist.
"Aaaggghhhhhh!" she choked from the churning depths of her very soul. He wasted no time and began to frantically fuck in and out of her cunt with no mercy, his hips and loins fervently working to burrow his pounding cock deep into her hidden womb. She felt his heavily-bloated testicles slapping obscenely between her upturned buttocks, smacking against her tiny puckered anus with lewdly inciting strokes. God, how she hated him ... but she loved his cock! She was out Or her head with unfathomable lust, and his pummeling cock was the answer to her body's prayer ... it was a wonderful penis to her now, despite her ravisher's filthiness, his unwashed body that wafted its pungency upward to her flaring nostrils. "Oooooooohhh, yessssss ... yeesssssss!" she hissed, her eyes welling with tears of shame and humiliation as her cock- skewered hips began to thrust salaciously upward to meet everyone of his thrusting movements, each stroke penetrating deeper and deeper within her gaping pussy.
"Crazy, Davey, she's somethin' else ... look at her go!" he nearly shouted, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted from the frenzied rhythm.
Lucy heard some muffled exchange of words between the two men that meant nothing to her, and then found herself first crushed beneath his awesome weight and then somehow rolled sideways and up; he never lost a stroke, but suddenly the sun-tanned blonde was on top of the fleshy hippie as he rolled onto his back. His distended penis was even more deeply imbedded in her belly now and she moaned from the skewering thrusts that seemed to reach all the way up to her jiggling breasts. His hands gripped her trim slender waist and he held her up so that her bare bosom was exposed to him, her breasts bobbing and squirming inches from his leering face.
There was a gasp of astonishment from behind her as David stared at the tiny hairless orifice of her anus, already slightly agape from the friction of his buddy's cock as it throbbed up into her moist pussy- slit from below. With his thumbs gripping her fleshy buttocks, he spread the white flawless flesh of her ass-cheeks wide apart until her tautly-puckered rectum opened and closed in perfect rhythm with the other man's skewering thrusts into her pussy. Suddenly he thrust his middle finger at the stretched anal ring, parting the tiny band of muscle and bringing a choked moan from her throat at this unnatural invasion of her anus. She tried to wriggle away, but David's friend had both hands firmly around her waist and she cried out this time when the stiffened finger popped with an audible noise up into her spongy rectal passage, worming it's way relentlessly past his second knuckle until his whole finger was lewdly imbedded deep into her exposed rectum. He rotated and wriggled his middle finger deep inside her violated anus, salaciously stretching the tiny orifice in lascivious preparation for the forbidden fucking he was about to give her.
Lucy groaned helplessly from David's lurid assault on her rectum ... this was something she had never known, a possibility that never had entered her mind in their more romantic lovemaking, but as wickedly forbidden as it was, she couldn't help the still-growing passion in her belly that cried out for more of his inhuman ravishment. She was filled from below with his friend's massive cock, her thighs spread widely at either side of his hips, and it was impossible, to close her legs to stop this wanton defilement of her helpless rectum. Again David wormed his stiffened middle finger up into her anus and then he slipped it out with a plopping sound ... only to be replaced with the unmistakable prodding of something rubbery and hot against her tightly-clenched nether hole! God, he really was going to fuck her there while his friend bored into her vagina from below in never-ending thrusts that penetrated to her very belly.
Lucy shuddered in revulsion as she felt the penis's painful insistence against her nakedly-exposed anal orifice; in her "love-drugged" mind's eye she could see with stark, wanton clarity the obscenely recorded scene -- his cock's lust-engorged head worming its way lasciviously through the tightly-clenched defenses of her sphincter as she moaned in excruciating agony ... her anus stretching incomprehensibly to accommodate this lewd, sodomistic assault ... then suddenly, she had no need to imagine what was to come ... it was here! David's powerful young hips bucked forward with relentless strength, cramming fully half of his straining cock deep into the firmly-clenching passage of her rectum; her rectal walls closed around the knob-like head of his penis like a hot rubbery hand.
"Aaawwwww, God, you're tearing me open ... please, please ... I-I can't stand it!" she cried out, but even as the words left her mouth, she could feel her rectum beginning to accommodate this immense invasion of her virginal rectum. But still it burned into her anus like a red-hot poker, and the painfully "sandwiched" young blonde girl yelped in agony as her once-lover luridly splayed apart the fleshy whiteness of her buttocks, twisting them upward for a better angle for his sodomizing ravishment while his friend's hugely-stiffened cock lay still hidden in the burning depths of her vagina from below, his hands firmly about her waist to prevent her escape. David's friend pulled her downward, his lips fastened on her large crinkly-tipped nipple, and David thrust forward from behind, his seemingly unending cock boring unpityingly up into her painfully-stretched anal passage. Lucy felt the burning surge of nausea for a moment at this unnatural plundering of her rectum ... finally, with one last sadistic jerk of his hips, David was sunk fully and amazingly to the very hilt in her writhing anus!
The drug-numbed young blonde nearly ceased her torrid struggling, mindful now that her only hope of relief from the insistently-skewering double-thrusts of their massive cocks lay in stillness and obedience to their twin-lusts. But even in this posture of subservience, she winced in agony at every heartless cock-thrust that bored upward into her very insides from below as her former boyfriend rammed mercilessly again and again into the tautly-confining sponginess of her rectum. His buddy's hands gripped the jutting bones of her naked hips, and he held her as easily as one might hold a small child, only what he was doing to her only the most depraved of perverts could have imagined for a child! The big man, his whole body pungent now with the odor of his sweat, grunted inhumanely and snorted with ecstasy as he bounced her about on his loins with the frantic intensity of his upward, impaling thrusts; never had her vagina been so unbelievably stretched, and it felt as if the very walls of her pussy were near the point of being ripped apart from the post-like thickness of his desire-swollen cock. David showed her no pity as he bored obdurately up into her painfully-bruised rectum, his hands spreading her naked ass-cheeks apart to allow him greater punishing access to the tiny hairless hole, now stretched into a fervently-gripping anal mouth.
She heard them laughing through the haze of her "love-drugged" intoxication, chuckling confidently as they watched her unwanted, strongly-resisted arousal ... they knew what they were doing to her and that there was no hope of holding-out against the belly-burning ravages of drug-incited lust they both knew were sure to come. Just like that wide-eyed teenybopper they had tried the "sopors" on earlier, Lucy was doomed to orgasmic incitement whether she fought it or not!
"C'mon, Davey boy, let's give her a reamin' out she won't forget ... get the beat just right ... in and out together, buddy! That's it! Man, what a fuckin' piece she is!" the big man croaked, and Lucy felt their rigid penises begin to move in mutual rhythm, thrusting maddeningly into both her torturingly-stretched orifices at once.
"It's killing me!" she gasped. "I can't stand it! I can't!" Her cries were pitifully weak and hoarse with futility, for she had lost the ability to convince even herself now ... a weirdly-welling masochism was surging up from her nakedly-writhing loins, up from the very pit of her belly where their cocks rubbed almost together in lascivious double-fucking incitement, separated only by the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina. She was rapidly spinning out of control and she knew it ... her cries of anguish and pain were gradually melting into a sensual whine of lustful arousal and unquenched passion.
Without meaning to, she opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of herself in the dressing table mirror a few feet from her bed; she could see the full expanse of her undulating body, the intertwined limbs and cocks that seemed to envelop her in virile male flesh. She saw it all and yet did not look away in revulsion and disgust, for the lurid tableau she watched in mesmerized fascination only fanned the flames of drug- incited lust that much more! She turned her head for a better look, and through the hazelike mist of the methaqualone, she watched in rapt amazement as their glistening cocks battered in and out of her insanely stretched love-orifices in a lust-provoking rhythm of blatant sexuality! She grimaced with pleasure-pain as she watched David's pole- like skewering penis disappear with a slithering thrust again and again up into her tautly-clasping rectum as his friend's pistoning cock thrust so furiously up into her vaginal depths from below that she bounced up and down on the ridges of his wide hips like she was riding naked on the back of a horse!
Her throat emitted an incessant gasping whine of sensual acceptance as the two virile young men threw all their strength into fucking her savagely in both her vagina and anus at once, and she knew now she was up and over the edge ... the love-drug had worked its wicked magic and she was wildly-insane with passion, her loins feverishly steaming with desire as she ached for the only relief she knew was possible for her now ... the screaming bliss of sexual fulfillment!
An inhuman cry burst from her throat with projectile-intensity. "Awwww, yes, yes! Fuck me, both of your... fuck me with your big cocks! Oh, God, it's so good in my ass and in my cunt! Yes, yes!" She urged them on as the frenzy of her brush-fire passion raged out of control; her belly was literally in flames. Never had she known such sheer wanton lust ... it threatened to consume her alive with its ferocious heat. She lowered her head and looked back between her jiggling breasts and glimpsed the lewd and total ravishment taking place between her bruised and battered thighs. She could actually see them thrusting into her sandwiched body in savage unison ... see with her own eyes her moist cuntal flesh as it was drawn from the impaled walls of her vagina on the big man's outward motion and then crammed back up into her hair- lined slit as he rammed his rigid cock deep up into her lust-enraged belly with a thudding shudder. "Deeper, deeper, God help me, deeper ... I want your cocks in me all the way! ... pleasseee!" Suddenly her head arched back as if she had been slugged in the face, her long blonde hair spilling luxuriantly down her unblemished back, tanned from afternoons by the country club pool. "Now! Now, that's it! Oooohhhhhh! I'm ... I'm cumming ... I'm cuuummmmiinnnggg"'
David's heavy-set friend was the first of her two ravishers to loose the scalding flood of his sperm and shoot it up and into her belly like bursting water from a blowing whale ... far up and into her very insides as David suddenly cursed loudly and shuddered, his hairy pelvis tight against her fleshy buttocks as his jerking cock, buried to the hilt inside the velvety fist-like grip of her rectum, began to spurt its raging stream of semen up her rectum to mingle lasciviously with his friend's sperm already pooling deep inside her doubly ravished body. She felt as if she was literally awash with their sperm as a surging tide of ecstatic release swept over her sweat-soaked body and she was gone into the unfathomable depth of pure animalistic release.
When Lucy Barrett at long last found the fleeting moment of strength she needed just to open her tear-moistened eyelids, both David and the man he jokingly called "Large" were stretched out beside her on the bed, one on either side. David's hand rested casually across her thigh and his fingers trailed over the sparse light-haired fluff of her pubic mound; she found his presumptuous arrogance revolting, and she pushed his hand away and tried to get up. She was unsuccessful on the first try, both her knees buckling like they were made of well-worn rubber, but on the second attempt she managed to crawl backwards to the foot of the bed and step down onto the carpeted bedroom floor. She pushed herself erect with both hands clutching at the bed, and she winced in agony from the bruised and battered flesh between her thighs. Tears came to her eyes as she tried to walk, and she felt as if there was still something thick and huge imbedded in her rectum.
"Where do you think you're going?" David demanded, lifting his head and then sitting up. His lust was momentarily sated but there was still a burning glow in his dark eyes -- the cruelty of hatred. "You haven't finished yet, baby. There's still my other friend waiting by the front door ... and he's gonna' want a real nice blow job!"
The other one sat up and dangled his heavy legs from the edge of the bed; his cock fell limply between them, wetly glistening with the traces of her pussy juices and stained with the last of his orgasm. The bedspread between his legs was wet with God-knows-what, and she looked at the rest of the bed -- the covers crumpled and pulled from beneath the corners of the mattress, stains as large as coffee cups dotting the fabric.
"I'll go get your next treat, bitch," the big man said with an arrogant sneer. "Give her another sopor' Davey, I think she's starting to come out of the first one."
Lucy's ex-boyfriend reached for his pants pocket and pulled another white pill from the wrinkled paper inside. "No! No, I won't! You made me do it once but I won't again! I'm not some whore you can bounce around from one to another! I won't do it!"
David seemed to fly off the bed, his feet scarcely touching the floor, and before she could move her hand to her face or even cry out in futile defense, his palm had stun its way across her cheek and sent her reeling in a horrified shuddering spasm of terror. "Don't tell me what you won't do, bitch! I don't have to be nice to you now! It's all over and we both know it, but you're gonna' do just like I tell you tonight and take care of me and my friends. And you won't say a word about it ever ... not to anybody, or we'll be back. Only next time I'll bring a dozen guys and we'll fuck you until you can't walk, understand? Well, do you understand!?"
Lucy shook her head up and down and answered weakly, her face still stinging from his savage blow; this was a side of David she had never known. And though it was all ended between them, it was still a stunning shock ... now could she have misjudged him so? God, what must she have been thinking to get mixed up with a savage beast like this? And all just to spite her mother! She had sold her very soul and body to this piece of trash just for some shred of stupid revenge!
An inkling of an idea flashed somewhere in the hidden recesses of her mind, and she probed with her will for it, seeking it out and struggling to give it voice in her troubled, still-hazy thoughts. Suddenly, like a bolt of summer lightning, it became apparent ... there might be a way out for her yet! If only she could avoid swallowing another pill of that "love-drug" and surrendering to their sadistic will again. "I-I understand, David ... I won't argue with you again. Whatever you want ... but ... but could I at least clean up or something. I mean, I'm cruddy dirty and I feel so filthy."
David looked at her eyes and carefully noted that she avoided looking directly at him; still he assented to her request. "Yeah, go clean up ... but use the bath across the hall. I want you close by ... and no funny stuff."
Lucy made her way gingerly across the bedroom, her tread unsure and wobbly, but she found renewed strength and a will to go on in the hope that her plan might work. She was almost through the door, clutching her sheer nightie to her naked breasts, when she felt the heavy grip of a hand on her shoulder. "Here," said the husky, long-haired man, his yellowed teeth clenched in a sneer. "You almost forgot your medicine." When she turned to face him, he stuffed another of the "love-drug" tablets between her lips, his thick, foul-tasting fingers filling her mouth and forcing her to swallow. She choked once and the pill was on its way to her belly ... she had to work fast before she was once again their sex-slave!
Turning her head away when he released her, she said not another word, though she would have liked to bring the darkest curses of them all onto his head, and strode purposefully into the bathroom as the big husky friend of David's disappeared around the corner into the living room, his flaccid penis swinging braggingly from side to side as he walked. She closed the door silently and opened the lavatory sink fully before locking the door; then and only then did she dare to even breathe. It was a desperate chance she was taking, but the only alternative was unthinkable to her at this moment ... a forced spectacle of fellatio with that lanky acne-scarred man in the living room, with David and the other one watching her like spectators at a Tijuana sex show!
The bathroom window was narrow and frosted, with a full screen of aluminum on the outside; she thought fleetingly of climbing through it and making a run for it, but where would she go? To call the police would mean turning to a neighbor's house, and could she bear to live with the lurid details of this night spread like so much filth all over the morning papers? No, this was her one hope ... she did not even pray for her mother's return as she had when they had first pushed their way into her bedroom, for these men were clearly out of their heads from liquor and methaqualone and anything might happen.
She pushed the seldom-opened window open a couple of feet and managed, after a couple of aborted attempts, to unlatch the screen and push it up. She was able to roll the flexible aluminum screening up and hook a portion of the latch into the metal so that it was out of the way; then she called softly to her one and only friend on earth at this moment ... Matthew, who lay sleeping a few yards away, oblivious of the horrible depravities his mistress had endured while he peacefully slumbered. He was definitely there, for she could see the reassuring outline of his massive body beside his dog house as he sprawled comfortably on the grass; she called again and still he did not stir, for she dared not raise her voice much above a whisper.
It was on the third attempt to rouse him that all hell broke loose -- first the roaring of loud male voices outside the door and then the crashing of something heavy against it that nearly tore the sturdy door from its hinges. Lucy managed to pull her head from the window as the latch tore free from the door jamb. "Get her, Davey, before she gets out that window!" exclaimed the husky man. "Man, that was the dumbest thing you could'a done, lettin' her come in here alone ... what if she'd gotten away?" David looked at her with vicious hatred in his eyes, doubly intense now because she had made a fool of him again in front of his friends, something he did not take from any broad. He brought back his hand to let her have a good one this time, one she would wear for a couple of days as a reminder ...
"No, David, please!" she screamed shrilly, but it made no difference; he would be striking no one else for awhile, not with that arm anyway ... if he ever was fortunate enough to use it again. For although the bathroom window was fully four feet from the ground, the well-trained German shepherd cleared it without even brushing the sill. There was a weak, gurgling scream from David, surprisingly thin and powerless, as the great beast sank his razor-sharp teeth deep into his forearm with a bone-crushing pressure that doubled her ex-boyfriend at the knees and sent him sprawling to the floor. All of this, the flash of brown as the German shepherd dashed to her rescue, the sounds, the screams of pain, the blurred movement, all seemed to take place in less than the blinking of an eye, but it was something that Lucy Barrett would remember for months to come. David's companions apparently abandoned friendship when it came to this -- both of them turned and ran from the bathroom in a frantic scramble for the lead as they dashed down the corridor and out the front door, the bigger one still naked except for a shirt.
"Matt! Matt! That's enough!" Lucy cried before the huge dog killed this sniveling human who dared to hurt his mistress. Reluctantly the snarling animal backed away, leaving a bloodied, useless arm as his mark; David somehow rose to his feet, his eyes flooded with abject terror. "Now get out! And if you ever dare to come near this house again, I won't stop him next time! Get out!"
He turned and stumbled into the corridor without protest, Matt hard on his bare heels, and Lucy heard a yelp of pain as her wonderful dog apparently gave him an extra snap for good measure once they were outside. Lucy grabbed a bath towel to her chest and hurried to see if they were truly gone, still painfully limping from the battering her vagina and rectum had suffered. She closed the door anxiously and threw on the security latch; from the adjoining window, she could see them all pile into a car she did not recognize -- there were clearly three of them inside as they passed the street light that marked the Barrett driveway, and she felt reasonably confident that they would not attempt a return. Remarkably, there was no blood on the hallway carpet, though there was a good-sized puddle in the bath; she threw the towel onto it to cover its lurid redness and staggered weakly back into her bedroom, her knees moments from final collapse.
Yes, they were gone, all of them, and her nightmare was over ... but they had left their calling card -- this "love-drug" was still in her belly and it was beginning to take effect, seemingly more potent this time, perhaps combined with the left-over traces of the first. She cursed them silently under her rising breath, hating with a passion known only to women ... why, oh God, why, had they not been content to just come like plundering savages in the night? Raping her would have been nightmare enough for a lifetime ... why did they have to make me beg for it? Why did they turn me into a slut for their enjoyment? God, how I hate them... I hate them! I wish they were dead!
Lucy's breasts jiggled as her chest heaved from the spasms of her sobbing; she felt her very insides loosen and relax for the first time since they had shoved their way into her house. She turned her face to one side and lay crying pitifully on her bed, still stark-naked; she smiled through teary eyes as Matt trotted back into the bedroom and came to her side. His face looked worried, as if he was hurt somehow that he had not arrived sooner. She started to speak, to thank him in insufficient words for what he had done when ...!
It was a kiss, there was no other way to describe it ... and if some handsome Prince had been her rescuer and had taken the same liberties, her response could not have been more intense. He had actually kissed her!
"Matt, you sly devil you, are you some sort of demon in a dog's suit? You're just to ... human!" She tried to smile and joke with him but her mind reeled from the "love-drug" that maniac had stuffed down her throat. Already she could feel the heat welling in her loins ... damn them all for making me like this!
But though her body cried out once again for a man, she had not even a shred of remorse for their hastened departure ... she would sooner die than have one of them touch her again. She felt the warm, tender stare of her heroic dog and she looked into his near-human brown eyes ... she seemed to see some message there, as if he was trying to tell her something. Was that kiss no accident? ... Oh, Lucy, you're starting to crack up!
Suddenly he raised his head above the edge of the bed and began lapping at the pink crinkly flesh of her nipples, knowingly encircling the sensitive flesh with his wet curling tongue. Lucy gasped and covered her mouth with her hand ... she felt the incited arousal of passion between her thighs and wondered if she was indeed going insane. Was Matt trying to make love to her? Could it really be happening this way? Surely not, but yet ...!
"I must have been right, Matt ... you're a real devil!" she gasped fervently, staring wonderingly at his handsome masculine face, his rugged jaw and his soulful, passion-stirring brown eyes. Were his eyes twinkling with desire or was she out of her head? Surely they were!
Lucy felt a ripple of eager excitement in her loins as she lovingly stroked his heavy coat, deliberately thrusting her youthfully-firm breasts closer to his laving tongue. Matt responded to her invitation with aplomb, confidently swiping his moist tongue over the sensitive tips of her lust-hardened nipples. But it didn't stop there ... in an instant he was on the bed with her and he unhesitatingly nosed his way between her thighs as if he had been there before ... God, how does he know how to do this? This can't all be intuition or animal instinct ... it's uncanny! Maybe he is a devil!
The German shepherd seemed to sense that his naked blonde mistress needed no further arousal, and his laving tongue swept right to the source of her fervent heat -- the hotly-steaming flesh of her exposed cunt! His tongue traveled a lurid path over her thighs to the thin, hair-lined slit of her pussy. "Oh, Matt, darling, lick me there ... lick my pussy and make this ache go away! Make me forget, lover!" She wanted him to, she craved it hungrily, for he was truly deserving of her love, not like that scum her hero had so courageously chased away ... she wanted him and she ached to reward him! This was the way! There was nothing in her experience to compare with the lascivious thrill of feeling his laving tongue as it neared the very pit of her vagina, the pungently-aroused furrow of her simmering cunt. Dazed from the drug and wild with lust, she raised her legs and obscenely drew them backwards until they rubbed against her breasts; her cunt was nakedly his, fully exposed and vulnerable. She squirmed suddenly beneath the fluid heat of his first lick along the fleshy moist slit; boiling blood coursed through her veins as his sizzling dog-tongue swept up along the moistened pink crevice, over the entire length of her naked vaginal slit, at last nudging expertly the glistening pearl-like node of her clitoris!
"Mmmmmmmm, yes, yes ... God, I love you, handsome ... lick me there, lick my hot pussy, darling!" she choked in passionate frenzy, her body squirming and shuddering beneath his searing lingual caresses. "Lick it all, lover, stick your hot tongue way up in me and let me feel it!" She lifted her intensely aroused loins higher and ground them luridly against his tongue and animal lips; reaching down between her nakedly- splayed thighs, she grasped his furry head behind the ears and drew him tighter into her wetly-steaming cuntal flesh ... his tongue was ablaze with lust-quenching heat as he hungrily lashed and tongue-fucked her with amazing expertise. "Oh God, yes ... I'm going mad, lover ... lick my pussy harder, harder!"
The keenly-intelligent German shepherd could feel his own loins and powerful haunches quivering with the growing intensity of his own sexual incitement; he sensed the maddening flames of passion that licked at his naked blonde mistress's belly, and he hungered. to quench them and ease her pain, just as he had bounded to her defense at the sound of her scream earlier. He loved her and would do anything to make her smile, to bring the soft mewling sounds, of her gentle voice to his ears. There was real tenderness here, more than with his other mistress, and he ached especially to see this young pretty one laughing and smiling with joy again, for it made his heart sad to see her unhappy.
Lucy's mind was awash with drug-induced lust, fanned and incited to a near-maddening pitch by her dog's passionate lingual caresses between her widespread thighs. She closed her eyes and she could see nothing but cocks ... big ones, little ones, thick ones, all purplish and filled with cum to shoot into her every orifice ... God, she was insane with wanton lust! She rolled her head from side to side in lurid cadence, still holding his big furry snout between her lewdly-doubled legs. She lifted her head to watch and gasped in astonishment at the sudden sight of his emerging dog-cock as it slithered out of its furry sheath.
Her eyes widened in disbelief at the sheer immensity of the thing -- or was it the love-drug that was distorting her senses -- thick and scarlet-colored, emerging relentlessly from the furry sheath on the underside of his lean muscled body ... rigidly erect and hard, the fiery tapered tip wriggling in excitement as it continued to slowly slip from its furry pouch. Suddenly a wildly licentious urge swept over her like a prairie fire over dry grass ... an unholy urge so obscene that it aroused her even more in its obscene lewdness! For a long emotion-filled moment she stared at her big dog's glistening dog-cock, feeling her mouth turn dry and then actually begin to salivate in ravenous hunger at the lust-stirring sight of his virile maleness. Would he do it? He had to ... suddenly she wanted this wicked thing more than life itself ... she had to have it!
The German shepherd licked at her wildly seething cuntal dampness relentlessly, his searing tongue slithering again and again over the quivering bud of her clitoris. Wicked, thrilling images of unnatural bestial desire burned in the young blonde's tortured mind ... she had to have this wild and forbidden thing she suddenly craved, as if somehow this very act would destroy in her memories the horrors of this night. But how?
"Oh, lover ... I want you so badly! My hero, my darling!" she mewled constantly. And then she had an idea, the solution, obscenely lascivious in its very conception, but the solution indeed! "Matt, lover, lie down here beside me ... lie down," she choked in overwhelming passion. "Hurry, darling ... I want to make you happy too! I want to suck your big cock, darling, while you lick my pussy! We'll do it together ... it's called sixty-nine! Just like people-lovers, my great big handsome lover!" Her forehead was beaded with a rim of perspiration and her words were hissed through lust-clenched teeth. She raised to her knees as he backed momentarily away from the fervently- steaming flesh of her pussy; there was a look of confusion in his soul- stirring brown eyes, but he seemed to be saying, I trust you ... whatever you want is yours ... just order me and I'll obey!
In mindless passion, Lucy crawled down and obscenely positioned herself so that her seething cunt was mere inches from his dog-face and her cheek rested on his muscled belly ... almost instantly, her fears of being rebuffed were made groundless as his burning tongue lashed out again at the still hotly-palpitating crevice between her nakedly upraised thighs.
The huge animal was obviously confused, but far from unhappy; his lovely blonde mistress's pleasurable fondling was a new delight to add to the collection he had garnered this night. She stroked him lovingly, caressing the portion of his scarlet cock-shaft that still remained outside the furry sheath along with his dark heavy testicles as the full glistening taper gradually began to appear. Once again in this wild and erotic night, he sensed the throbbing of his heated blood beginning to pound as her fingertip caresses incited him to fresh carnal desire; his loins quivered with eagerness as her fingers moved over them, their gentle, loving touch bringing a growl of pleasure from his throat even as he continued to lick her fervent cuntal slit.
Lucy had never felt such total and utter debauchery ... such wanton abandonment ... but she didn't care how it might have seemed to the rest of the world ... to her and her animal-lover it was sensual bliss and that was all that mattered! She moaned in ecstasy as she hungrily clasped the furry flesh that covered part of his crimson dog-cock and began to tauntingly masturbate the virile male beast, urging the whole tapered length of his passion-bloated penis out into the open ... God, she wanted it in her mouth! How she hungered for the wickedly forbidden taste of his erected dog-cock!
She knew she would cum a million times from the incessant lavings of her tiny nerve-filled clitoris; what a lover he was, she breathlessly whispered to herself, still clinging eagerly to his half-concealed cock and eagerly urging it to full naked splendor. With tender feeling and gentleness, young Lucy worked the protective furry skin back and forth like a hair-covered foreskin ... now it was coming out fully, the red glistening tip of lust-swollen dog cock, moving relentlessly out and toward her quivering lips until ... God, she was actually tasting it!
Blinded by her mindless lust beyond even a hint of reason, Lucy ovalled her eager lips and let the slender tapered tip of animal-cock slide obscenely over them, easing further and further up into the hotly moist hollow of her open mouth. It moved slowly and relentlessly along the surface of her tongue until it bumped against the back of her throat and nearly choked her! She eased her tongue up against his invading dog-shaft with a fervency born out of her incredible passion, licking and swirling his distended penis with pure bestial abandon! Her "love- drugged" brain reeled with the lustful intoxication of her unnatural act ... she tasted the pungent virility of his thickly pulsating cock and a fresh arousal of spontaneous incitement at its potent maleness! God, it was so incredibly hard and growing harder with every passing second!
His high-pitched animal whimper alerted her to his own fast-growing arousal as he licked her lust-provoked cunt and she began to twirl her caressing tongue around his pulsating animal-cock in a fervent effort to repay him not only for his heroic rescue but for the unbelievable pleasure his tongue was bringing her as it laved between her upturned thighs. She felt his powerful canine body responding vigorously to her obscene sucking and tonguing, his powerful loins quivering with virile expectancy and pressing ever forward ... she brushed one hand over the firmness of his belly to cup his heavy, sperm-bloated balls, playfully teasing them with the lightest of fingertip caresses. Again he whimpered excitedly, a slow rhythmic movement of his haunches beginning to stir in his dog-loins as he started to fuck her lasciviously through the tautly-ovalled softness of her human lips!
Damn, the incredibly erotic sensations were a freak-out of ecstasy, Lucy groaned sensuously to herself, his blood-engorged cock fucking into her mouth in perfect rhythm while his own tongue laved the steaming liquid flesh of her lewdly-splayed cunt with animalistic abandon! She nipped and even gently scraped his penile flesh with the sharp edges of her teeth, at the same time swirling her tongue maddeningly about his driving animal-cock, wildly and obscenely lost in the licentious thrill of sensual abandonment! In her insanely-aroused state, his cock was like a lump of honey in her mouth, plunging all the way down her hungrily clasping throat ... she wondered titillatingly what his dog-cum would taste like ... sweet perhaps? Or strongly masculine and savage?
This was all fascinatingly new to Matt ... what his pretty blonde mistress was doing there between his furry legs was even more incredibly lust-provoking than those hours earlier with his older mistress. She had his thrusting cock-flesh inside her laboring mouth, yet it was so fantastically tight and moist that it could easily have been her vaginal orifice instead ... only better this way with the nipping tease of her teeth and the swirling of her heated tongue about the taper of his cock. He whined at the agonizing sensations that fluttered in his belly and he knew that very soon his pistoning penis would find a gush of release!
With a hungering, slaving animalism of her own, the naked blonde girl ravenously mouthed at the German shepherd's plundering dog-cock. God help her, but she wanted his thick pungent dog-cum in her mouth ... she wanted it squirting down the back of her throat to soothe the pains of lustful hunger that knotted her belly like stomach cramps. Raging tongues of stabbing flame blazed between her legs, as if someone had turned a blow-torch onto her naked flesh ... her trembling belly seethed with passion and her steaming cuntal flesh sizzled with the savage fury of unbridled primeval lust! She clutched at the lunging animal's swollen testicles, lewdly caressing them and milking their viscous contents up into the tapering spear of dog-cock as she hungrily sucked at his plunging penis with a ravenous craving stronger than any passion she had ever known ... God, she was going to cum like a thousand pounds of TNT going off at once!
Lucy was far too caught up in the wanton spirit of her excitement to hear the sound of footsteps outside her bedroom door; Matt's body tightened and heard a distinctly different growling noise erupt from his chest ... finally, out of some sixth sense, she turned her head enough to see the doorway ...standing there was her mother, Kate!
For less than a heartbeat, Lucy's lips and tongue left her dog-lover's cock, but the insistent growling in his husky chest urged her back ... but even more than that, she discovered that she really didn't care! She was proud of what she was doing, proud of her heroic animal-lover ... and who cared what anyone else thought anyway? She glanced up through drug-misted eyes at her mother, fully expecting a scream of terror and disgust, or at least a mask of revulsion and a gasp of anguish at me sight of her daughter nakedly-entwined in the violent throes of sordid lovemaking with an animal! But there was no such shock or surprise; instead, there was a thin hint of a smile on her mother's lips, a knowing grin of ... My God, of course! How could I be so stupid, she thought suddenly, Matt didn't learn all these tricks by himself ... someone had to be the first ... it was mother! That's why she isn't shocked ... she's fallen to his charms as well!
Lucy looked one last time at her mother, anxious for some sign ... but all she saw was the glint of something sensual in her dark eyes ... the gleam of jealousy, of course! Kate Barrett was green with envy! Lucy nearly laughed at the thought, but the insistent jerking of a slithering dog-cock between her ovalled lips drew her back to the realities at hand ... Matt's muscular flanks began to hump furiously, each shuddering jerk driving his massive cock deeper down into her throat. His sudden lurching ravishment triggered the final release of masochistic sensuality deep inside Lucy's undulating loins and she moaned around his throat-skewering cock, wildly sucking and gulping for air at the same time, until his bludgeoning penis began to spasm wildly in her gaping mouth ... harder and more frantic now ... and then it erupted like a long-dormant volcano and spewed its thickly gushing animal-sperm from the desire-swollen heaviness of his bloated testicles!
Lucy screamed around his cock, choking on the burning surge of dog-cum that gushed down her throat, his tongue still fervently laving the maddeningly-sensitive flesh of her cunt ... and then, at the very pinnacle, everything around her froze into a luridly-etched tableau to be a long remembered moment of ecstasy -- then the whole world exploded in a cascade of purples and reds and yellows, like a million pinwheels of light all bursting at once, driving and swirling her toward the first deep feeling of peace she had known since she was a child ...
When at last she was able to open her eyes, she watched her mother undress and quickly crawl upon the cum-stained bed. Kate's eyes were dark glowing coals of desire as, with a knowing smile toward Lucy, she reached out and began blatantly stroking Matt's flaccid animal-cock.