Chapter 4
That night, very late, Jeff drove home in a stupor. "Fantastic," he kept saying as he drove along, trying to focus his eyes. "Absolutely fantastic." He kept mumbling to himself, over and over, until he reached his door. There he paused a moment, slumping against the wall and letting his head fall back as far as it would go and looking up at the stars with bloodshot eyes while his body sagged in a pleasant exhaustion.
Jeff stood staring up and realized his life had changed. Just how much it had changed, it was impossible to say at that moment. If someone had told him the story of the Johnsons and described what he had gone through, he wouldn't have believed them. Nor would he, earlier, have believed that he, Jeff Haines, would have willingly posed naked for pictures. Never would he have believed he would pose naked, his cock erect, in obscene postures with a woman like Carol Johnson. He had. He had done it willingly, finding each excess carrying him on to still another one.
At some early hour of the morning, when they were lying naked, exhausted, eyeing each other's bodies, Rick had groaned and gotten up. "What say we smoke a little hash?" he asked of no one in particular. He had brought out a little brass box and a water pipe. Jeff had been dubious, refusing, a little angry. He cursed himself, thinking he should have known they used drugs. They were nothing more than drug addicts, trying to tempt him. He lay on the couch, watching Rick kneeling by a coffee table, cutting slivers off a dark brown block that looked like thick brown candy and placing the pieces in the bowl of the water pipe.
He started to rise, ready to make some excuse and leave. After all, what they were doing was illegal. And besides, it was drugs. Carol was slumped in the overstuffed chair, the one on which Rick had so mercilessly fucked her earlier. How long ago had that been, he wondered. God, they had done such obscene things since then!
Carol was watching him with a knowing look. "Relax," she said. "Hashish is great. Greatest aphrodisiac in the world. Few puffs of that stuff and you'll be fucking the drapes."
"Huh?" he said stupidly. "Yeah, but, well... it's getting kind of late."
Carol smirked at him. She was slumped naked in the chair and her naked breasts billowed up and jiggled as she laughed. As he watched, she slowly swung one long lovely leg over the arm of the chair, exposing the slit of her cunt, which was dilated with fresh desire. "I get horny just thinking about it," she said as she swung her other leg over the other arm. Her head fell back and she pumped her loins forward and up and held them jutting out so that her cunt was spread wide open and her anus was exposed between the tight curving mounds of her buttocks.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Rick," she called, looking at the ceiling, "take a picture of me like this. Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm getting hot again."
Rick looked up from his work at his wife, pausing to drink in all her lewd loveliness; then turned back to the water pipe. "Jeff," he said casually, "you take the picture. I have to get this thing ready."
Despite himself, Jeff was getting another erection. His prick hurt as it swelled. He had never fucked so much or in so many different ways before in his whole life. He got to his feet and got the camera. Kneeling in front of Carol, he focussed the camera and began clicking off several shots from different angles. He suddenly found himself detached, trying for a close-up of her cunt and trying to take long shots that included her lovely body and large curving breasts.
As he kneeled and squatted and peered at her body through the viewfinder, he found himself getting excited all over again, his cock swelling big again and rock hard.
Earlier they had played games. Rick and he had dressed and gone outside and pretended to be plumbers, coming to fix an emergency leak. Carol was the housewife whose husband was away on a trip and they had raped her, forcing her to their will. And Jeff had loved it!
Later he and Rick had taken turns fucking her, banging her as hard as they could. They had fucked with all their might, going until they neared an orgasm or exhaustion. Then one would roll off her and the other would take over. They had fucked her until she had had five consecutive orgasms and her eyes were rolling in her head and her body was limp while saliva rattled in her throat.
Now he was taking still more pictures and Rick was preparing hashish. Carol let her legs fall off the chair and she slipped to the floor and slid sensuously toward him. Her hand gripped his cock and he watched as she bent her head and very slowly, lewdly, with a wet mouth, sucked his prick, then looked up at him and smiled. "Don't worry. Hash won't hurt you. It's not addictive. All you'll get is horny as hell." She sprawled on her back at his feet, her red hair spraying out over the floor, her breasts shifting, her hips undulating slowly. "And, if you're horny, you always have me here."
After some more persuasion, he had decided to trust them. He obeyed their instructions timidly, only taking little puffs from the pipe as Rick held a match over the bowl. He held his breath as they instructed and, after three puffs, he didn't feel anything at all. He decided it was all a hoax or he was immune or it was not at all what he thought it would be.
He was conscious of a great deal of time going by and when Carol gave him the tube from the water pipe again, his brow knitted in perplexity. He suddenly couldn't remember how many puffs he had. Was it five? Fifteen? Fifty? Five hundred? He accepted the tube and took a drag, a deep one, and held his breath and looked at Carol and Rick with an absent, dazed smile on his face. Carol suddenly let the breath whoosh out of her and exploded in a fit of giggles.
He watched her with a smoky kind of detachment. It was strange watching someone laugh so hard over nothing. He glanced down at the tube to see he still had it in his hand. Had he kept it all this time or was it his turn again? Making such decisions was suddenly a terribly difficult and complex thing. With a little smile and a pleased look on his face, he shrugged and took another drag, only to find his lungs were full with the sweet heavy smoke and he choked and Rick laughed.
And somebody else was laughing. To his amazement, he identified the laughter. It was him, his own voice. And that fact seemed to make him laugh all the harder. He looked around the room which was swimming and blurred by the tears in his eyes and he laughed all the more, seeing three naked people squatting on the floor around a coffee table and laughing at one another.
The laughter built until he was helpless and he toppled over, falling to the floor with his body light as a feather and every nerve in him was tingling with a delightful ecstasy. His laughter subsided and he lay feeling his body, feeling as if he were having an orgasm through every pore in his body from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He wiped his eyes and sat up to look at Carol and Rick. Their eyes gleamed with a glazed look and their grins were loose and wanton. He looked around quickly. The lighting had changed in the room. Surely Rick had changed the lighting. No, it wasn't that. All the colors in the room were deeper and richer. And all his thoughts were wild and loose. He felt he could, at that moment, do anything. He had no moral compunctions. There was only one thing to consider, one god to obey: the god of pleasure. He thought of himself as an ancient Greek or Roman, indulging in an orgy with no guilt feelings and only the desire to be pleased on his mind.
He looked at Carol. She had changed. Her skin tones were deeper and more translucent. She seemed more animal and sexual than ever before, if that was possible. She was more desirable than before, more lewd and brazen. He crawled toward her and pushed her back on the floor and she sprawled willingly, splitting her legs wide and pulling her knees up so that they crushed against her mountainous breasts and her cunt and anus were exposed wide and ready for him to ravage her.
"Wait," Rick called.
Jeff looked at him, sitting on the floor, his cock erect in his hand, a smile of absolute depravity on his face. "Let's have a little floor show."
Carol closed her eyes and didn't say anything. Jeff looked down at her, then back at Rick.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," Rick said, that smile playing about his lips, "I mean this has been all Carol's night. She's had a lot of fun. How about if you and I sit back and smoke this pipe and Carol entertains us for a while?"
Jeff looked down at her exposed groin, at her cunt and the way her hips were slowly pumping back and forth. Then he looked back at Rick once again. A grin came over his face. He felt so lightheaded he thought he might float across the room and hover next to him. Hell, he thought, I can fuck her later. "Sure, why not?" he asked, grinning goofily himself and crawling back to the water pipe. Damn, he thought, this stuff is strange.
"Sure. What kind of show?"
Rick looked at him, then smiled at his wife with a secret smile. There was something so lewd in his expression that Jeff felt a dark sadistic thrill course through his own body and he grinned down at Carol.
"A little show with Bruno," Rick said softly.
Carol reacted to the name of "Bruno" by moaning, her head back and her hands trailing up and cupping her breasts as her knees relaxed.
Jeff couldn't tear his drug-induced gaze from her naked body as she lay on the floor, her hands cupping her breasts while her fingers wantonly caressed and pinched her already distended nipples and her hips and legs writhed and undulated in a slow dance of lascivious-ness. "Bruno?" he asked, utterly bewildered. "Who is Bruno? Where is he? Huh?"
Rick was getting up. "You'll see," he said thickly, his eyes unfocussed. He made his way across the room and Jeff watched him for what seemed an eternity and thought he would never get out of the room. And, when he was gone, he was sure he would never find his way back. He would be alone forever, alone with Carol. As if remembering something, he looked around at her. She was still on the floor and her excitement was something to see. Jeff felt his cock grow larger as he looked at her. Her hands were trailing all over her body now, gliding down over her stomach, and her fingers were kneading in her pubic hair and then caressing her cunt itself.
He shifted in his chair so that he could see her cunt clearly. Her legs were still spread and her knees raised. Her eyes were closed and a lewd smile was playing on her lips as her tongue licked around, making them wet. Her index finger was gently caressing her distended clitoris, rolling it around and coaxing it into wilder excitement as tiny shivers of pleasure rippled through her body like ever-widening circles in a pond.
"Who is Bruno?" he asked thickly. He couldn't, as he watched her lewd behavior, help playing with his own cock, he was so horny and it felt so good.
Carol answered by moaning and rolling her hips under so that the tight cheeks of her buttocks were exposed and her cunt was tilted upward. Slowly, with a guttural moan, she began sawing a finger in and out of her cunt.
The noise of a door being opened behind him almost made Jeff leap out of his skin. The trance, the state of drugged lewdness he was in, made him completely forget about Rick. In fact, when he had asked Carol who Bruno was, he wondered why he was asking such a question. Bruno? Why ask a silly question like that? Who was he? Had he, Jeff, made the name up or had he heard someone say it? He had heard someone mention it and it was Rick.
Rick was coming through the door now, still naked, still grinning, and with a huge German police dog, a shepherd, on the end of a leash.
Jeff stared with his mouth open as the great dog lifted his muzzle and sniffed the air. He stood rigid, sniffing hard, then spotted Carol on the floor, naked, writhing, sawing her finger in and out of her cunt with an increasing rhythm. Her eyes were closed but her face was wild with an unholy desire as her hips twitched and then undulated in a steadily building tempo.
Bruno lowered his head and, with a sound deep in his chest, he began straining on the leash. Rick, despite his size and strength, had a difficult time restraining the dog until he could, with legs spread, reach and unsnap the leash at the collar. Instantly the dog bounded across the room and stood over Carol's naked body, his own big body tense, alert, his tail nervously wagging.
Jeff sank back into his chair with a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked at Rick unbelieving. Surely he was wrong; surely this was some kind of joke. No man would do a thing like that to a woman. No man would do a thing like that to his wife! No woman would want a thing like that done to her! He passed a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. It had to be the hashish. He was drugged and imagining all sorts of insane things. He looked again. The dog was poised over Carol, his head lowered, and he was growling deep in his throat. Carol slowly withdrew her finger from her cunt, her arms fell to her sides and she was still, her legs spread wide apart, her knees still raised.
And that lewd smile was still on her face. Her eyes were closed and her whole attitude was one of dreamy lasciviousness.
Jeff turned to Rick with a look of horror on his face. "Rick!" he said, his voice imploring and his look full of disbelief.
Rick had settled down in a chair, his camera in his hands as he checked it out. He looked at Jeff with that vague, drugged look. "What? Oh, I forgot. Meet Bruno. He's a watchdog and... pet."
"Rick, you're not going to let... you're not going to let that dog..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
Rick looked at him with a truly evil grin on his face. "Let Bruno do what?" he asked, enunciating each word carefully.
Jeff waved a hand toward the strange pair on the floor. Bruno had his body low to the floor, as if he was stalking some prey, and he was creeping between her legs, his nose sniffing hard and his body trembling with excitement. Jeff's mouth was dry. To him, this wasn't sex; it was perversiontrue, bestial perversion. He sat back, unable to ask the question, unable to tear his eyes from the scene he was watching. This was something he had never, in his whole life, dreamed about. He had heard about it. When he was in the army, in Korea, he had heard about a whorehouse that put on such shows, but, by the time he got word of it, the authorities had closed the operation down.
"Maybe you ought to ask Carol if she objects," Rick said softly. "After all, she's the one involved." There was a silence in the room broken by Rick's soft chuckle. "You could ask Bruno or you could try and stop him. I wouldn't. He's got a bite that could break your arm like it was made of straw."
Jeff looked back at the dog and Carol. To his amazement, Carol was slowly jutting her hips upward, her cunt defenseless, wide open, right below the mastiffs panting head. My God, he thought, what am I going to see? What is he going to do to her?
He couldn't look away. The whole scene. The two of them sitting naked, watching. Carol, naked, lewd, under the dog, offering the beast her groin, was too obscene and exciting not to watch. What had been depraved and horrifying a moment before was now utterly fascinating.
The great police dog lowered his head to Carol's soft, hair-covered crotch and sniffed it. His body was trembling as if he had just come upon a bitch in heat. Carol moaned as she felt his muzzle near her vagina and then gave a keening kind of noise as his cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy outer anal ring.
And she moved, spreading her legs farther apart. The dog, misunderstanding her intentions, thinking she was trying to get away, raised his head slightly and emitted a forbidding growl, then lowered his head again, greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight closed pucker of her anus up over the fluted pink edges of her glistening cunt and on over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a wet knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between Carol's widespread legs, stopping periodically to curl and burrow its way deep into her. She jerked convulsively and began to squirm under the dog as he lapped and sniffed at her loins.
Jeff shuddered and squirmed in his seat from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something so forbidden gave him. He had his cock in his hand and his erection was so big that his skin was stretched tight to the point where it hurt around his great mushroom head. Gone, thanks to the effects of the hashish, were any reservations or thoughts of morality. He could think of nothing else but the pent-up pleasure coursing through his body and the scene in front of him. A moan, off to his right, made him tear his eyes from the obscene spectacle on the floor in front of him. Rick was slumped in his chair, his eyes on the dog and his wife, his mouth open and his great cock in his hand.
Jeff shot his glance back at Carol and Bruno and watched, tiny moans of pleasure and excitement escaping from his open mouth. Carol raised her hands in the air, held them for a wild indecisive moment in the air as if, with the last bit of will she had, she were fighting her own impulses, then dropped them, seizing the long ears of the dog.
With a deep animal sound of her own, echoing Bruno's, she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his whole muzzle forward, into her lubricated vulva. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust crotch without mercy. Wild, wailing, incoherent shrieks poured from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her writhing, undulating buttocks. He worked and lapped like the animal he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on as his long thick tongue penetrated deeper and deeper into her skewered vagina.
Jeff let out a moan of his own which matched those coming from Carol. He thought he was going to have an orgasm right then, yet neither he nor Rick could stop stroking their pricks as they watched Carol pull away from the dog's wild darting tongue and roll over on her stomach.
Bruno backed off at her sudden movement, then darted forward again, more eager than ever as he saw her vulnerable and naked upturned buttocks.
She lay spread-eagled on the floor and the huge head lowered again, the long wet tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between Carol's buttocks. Then Bruno began nuzzling her lust-swollen crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the floor. Jeff's eyes widened in almost total disbelief as the head lifted, raising Carol's buttocks. What Bruno wanted was plain, and what Carol was doing was so lewd and obscene that Jeff felt an unholy shudder of pleasure streak through his body and he wanted to shout encouragement to her. Carol was obediently kneeling, elevating her spread buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender.
The relentless long tongue had lashed her into such a pagan desire that she would do anything. His lips twisting in a wild smile, Jeff suddenly understood what Rick had meant when he said that she, Carol, would do anything once past a certain point. In a flash, for a split second, he imagined driving Anne wild, seeing her naked and lustful and under Bruno. At the thought, another shudder ran through him and he felt the blunt tip of his penis grow wet as some hot sticky cum oozed out and wet his fingers.
Carol was on all fours and the huge dog mounted the spread rounds of her buttocks, his heavy paws on her back. It was only then that Jeff saw why Rick had been gone for so long. Black leather mitts had been lashed to Bruno's paws, preventing him from clawing Carol.
Jeff's eyes grew wider as he watched the glistening scarlet penis slip from its huge sheath. It was dripping and the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot wet crevice of her buttocks as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and thick shaft in her body.
Her face wild, her eyes open for the first time, strange primitive sounds coming from her throat, Carol looked back, shifting her buttocks, trying to capture the huge obscene shaft. Like an animal, she strove to sheath the lengthening shaft in her voraciously grasping cunt. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, and attempted to enter. For a wild second Jeff thought she was going to let the animal sodomize her, but she gave out a little cry and tensed, evading the thrust. Bruno, spurred on by almost having entered, returned immediately to the attack, more rutting than ever.
Mindlessly, he thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft hair-nested crevice, rubbing wetly against her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted with the deep red of her throbbing cunt, spreading her fevered lips wider as his shaft rubbed between them.
There wasn't a sound in the room but Carol's fevered little cries and the dog's guttural sounds as his penis grew still larger, unsheathed and a dripping scarlet. Carol, out of control, reached back and, despite Bruno's warning growl, seized the slippery organ and guided the point of it into the pink red slit, spreading her vulva lips apart wider and wider and wider with each forward thrust.
Groans of disbelief came from the lips of Jeff and Rick as the giant police dog jerked forward and buried his huge obscene prick deep up in Carol's pink, squirming, grasping pussy. His penis slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair.
A moan of relief came from Carol's tortured lips as she began to move backward rhythmically to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As Bruno's forelegs trapped her around the waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in a slow lewd circle, utterly abandoned and shameless, wanton with the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind.
Carol's face was turned toward the two naked men in the chairs, looking first at Jeff then her husband, Rick. It was plain to see the effect the fucking was having on her. Her face was contorted in rapture from the wild primeval screwing Bruno was giving her. Her large beautifully rounded breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh buried deep in her belly.
Both Jeff and Rick were sprawled in their respective chairs, beads of glistening sweat on their foreheads as they stroked their cocks in an increasing rhythm. The room seemed hot, much hotter than before, like a great sex-oven, heating their passions to the boiling point. Jeff found himself wild, pagan, primitive, ready and willing to do anything.
With drugged eyes, he watched the scene before him. He watched the obscenely swaying body of Carol Johnson kneeling on the floor before the hunching German police dog. She had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. In her drugged madness, she wanted to be filled with the animal sperm, and that was all she wanted, that was all that mattered. Carol Johnson was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was begging to be subjugated. She was reveling in her humiliation at being fucked by this panting beast in front of her husband and Jeff, and she ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal.
Jeff swam in a roaring current of lust. He was excited to the point where it felt his brain was on fire and, as he continued to stroke his cock, feeling his hand wet with his own cum and his cock slipping and sliding, lubricated, his mind ran over wild insane scenes that could come about. It could be Anne here and he would humiliate her and watch Rick fuck her. Another man fucking his own wife! The thought only made his naked body sweat all the more, and he was pumping air through his nostrils like a bellows. Yes! He thought of it with a wild lewd exultation! He would surrender his wife, he would lure Anne into a trap and watch her go from a haughty frigid bitch all the way down to a groveling hot whore begging for more. And, when he had her aroused, when he had forced her to subject herself to all kinds of humility, when he had her screaming to be fucked more, at that moment, then, then he would have his revenge and it would be Rick and Carol and himself who watched Bruno fuck Anne until she was an animal herself.
The wild dream of Rick and Carol naked, with him, with Carol lying between them, watching Anne on the floor with Bruno fucking her, was too much. Hot wet sperm was spilling all over his hand and dripping in thick gobulets down onto his stomach. But still he was aroused! His passion was so great he didn't think he would ever be satisfied! No sooner did he experience the exquisite thrill of an orgasm than his lust came rushing back stronger than ever. A quick glance at Rick told him he was experiencing the same thing. It seemed as if his cum only acted like extra fuel on the fire, making his lust all the more intense and demanding.
Suddenly there was a loud cry from Carol. She was thrashing her head from side to side wildly, her long red hair whipping through the air. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The animal's tongue drooped from his mouth as he fucked into her churning buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from his mouth onto her sweating back which bucked and rippled.
She screamed suddenly and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep into her clasping vagina. Jeff watched as her buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signalling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white sperm oozed from her tight cunt squeezing the prick of the dog; thin trails of sticky white ran down the ivory insides of her thighs. Her buttocks glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face, semiconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipping from her mauled cunt with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the room.
Carol lay face down on the floor, her eyes closed, her breath coming in wild gasps while Bruno stood above her, wagging his tail in appreciation and bending his head to sniff at her still quivering cunt. Then, true to his animal instinct, he stretched, yawned and moved away, sleepily looking for a warm corner.
If Carol wanted any more sex, she didn't have to ask for it. She didn't have time; the men, Rick and Jeff, were on her like two maddened animals, dragging her to the couch where they threw her and she sprawled lewdly on her back, her legs falling open. Her eyes were half closed and her breath was coming in deep gasps. Her loins glistened with sweat and cum and one heel thumped to the floor as Jeff looked down and saw the red slit of her cunt in front of her eyes. "Fuck me," she mumbled. Rick crouched over her face and stuck his slippery hot cock into her mouth and began fucking her viciously while Jeff fell on her like a madman, his prick plunging wetly home into her cunt. He closed his eyes and fucked her with all his might, thinking insanely, 'We're starting all over again!
And now he was home, outside their apartment, and the eastern sky was beginning to pale and his body was tired and every muscle in it was stiff and sore and his penis was so sore he even dreaded the touch of his underwear against it. "Fantastic," was all he could say or think.