Chapter 5

Had Karen known what awaited her in the next few hours she would gladly have accepted death as an alternative. Probably, the knowledge would have produced the shock needed to kill her. Since she did not, she merely rose and on quivering knees let him lead her to the auction block; the corner of the room which was most easily visible to everyone present.

The leather collar seemed like a hot iron around her neck as DeWilde pulled her to a halt with the leash, then put one hand or her arm to signify that she was to turn as he began his sales pitch.

"Here is what I've been promising you all evening, gentlemen-Karen, a young blonde vision of loveliness. She goes to the highest bidder, and don't let considerations of money keep you from enjoying the experience of a lifetime with this beautiful creature."

He paused for breath, while the eyes of every person in the room devoured the near-fainting Karen. He let them look for a good long moment then said briskly: "Well, let's get the bidding started. Just as a beginning, do I hear two hundred?"

Gregory raised a finger to signify the offer and was instantly topped by George who said two-fifty. It was raised to three, then three-and-a-half, then to three seventy-five, where it seemed to stick. Seconds went by with no action. De Wilde resumed his pitchman routine.

"There is no reason to hesitate, gentlemen. This is prime merchandise. She's beautiful, fresh; also, most docile and obedient. Only been had twice, I warrant you, and both times by me-just enough to loosen her up to provide you with the delight of a lifetime. Let's take a closer look at this lovely being."

With that, he turned and spoke directly to Karen for the first time since putting her on the block. "Take those things off, dear, and show them what they are bidding on."

Karen had known this was coming but still it hit her with a shock when it did. She stood still for just a second, tensed, ready to explode; saw the steely look in DeWilde's eyes, the eager stares aimed at her around the room. Something within her wilted. The last vestige of the values with which she had been raised collapsed. Nothing really mattered. These people were all crazy and they would kill her. It didn't make much difference how she died, so long as it was quickly.

Obediently she pulled the halter top off over her head, blonde hair floating around her bare shoulders, freeing the luscious breasts which swung before her unimprisoned. She slipped the pants down over her hips, having to peel them off because of their tightness; pulling them down around her ankles and kicking them free.

DeWilde didn't start the bidding right away; waited for the effects to sink in. "Look at that figure Look at those firm young breasts which have never been nursed upon by man. I never got around to it fellows. Look at that lovely crotch, covered with fleece of the finest gold. Only been invaded twice-just enough to loosen it for pleasurable entry. No man has ever eaten that patch of beauty-the first nibble of it goes to her buyer, if he cares to sup. See her beautiful mouth and lips, still waiting for their first full load of manhood to be injected. All right, gentlemen, let's not fool around any longer. What am I bid?"

Four hundred and then four-and-a-half came quickly but got stalled again at that point. DeWilde appeared to be considering.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do. I realize one evening is hardly enough to experience this loveliness completely, so for this one purchase only we're going to suspend the usual rules. This purchase and ownership will not end with the end of this evening. No sir. Karen's buyer will get one full week of enjoyment of her before the contract of purchase expires. I will keep her here in my home, and he can enjoy her as often as he wishes-or is capable of doing" [laughter] "or he can share her with his friends." With this clause in the contract of purchase, what am I offered?"

It was Bruce, the man who had brought Barbara and Gwen to the party, who made the winning bid of six hundred and fifty dollars. He received general congratulations, marred only by the miffed voice of Barbara exclaiming:

"He never spent that kind of money on my ass for all the times he's had it," to which Gwen soothingly replied: "Yes, dear, but then your ass had been pretty well had before he ever got around to it."

As Bruce took possession of his prize he mentioned that he didn't have that much cash with him. DeWilde replied payment any time during the coming week would be acceptable. Bruce led her away making a full circle of the room, inviting everyone, men and women alike, to feel the breasts of his lovely chattel. All of them did. Many of them slipped a hand between her legs too, caressing her private womanhood. As many women as men seemed to enjoy feeling her private parts, some of them remarking upon its tightness.

It was Gregory who slid a finger up inside her, then said: "God, if I'd known any pussy could be that tight I'd have outbid you at any price."

Bruce pulled her away from him by the leash, almost snarling: "Yeah, but you didn't, so keep your finger-fucking hands off of it."

At this point Karen passed into a trance-like state in which everything around her became unreal, more like an unpleasant dream during which the dreamer realize that it really isn't happening and that will soon awaken. She submitted to the invasion of Gregory's finger without even flinching at his touch. She followed Bruce when he led her away, stopped when he did, sat when he indicated that she should..

Affectionately he patted her on the head. "Nice little doggie," he cooed to her. "Pretty little bitch doggie. You're a little sweetie pie."

From her sitting position, she looked up at him. He had a strong, slim, well-muscled body, she noted; only moderately haired, with a cross of golden red hair on his chest and a light growth on his lower legs. Curly hair of the same color surrounded his penis, which was standing up straight in erection. It, too was a finely muscled thing, she observed. Ram-rod stiff, she saw a thick blue vein which traced its way down the bottom of it, on its lower right side. Beneath, his testicles were drawn up tightly against his body, the sack in which they hung contracted; covered with the same soft, curly red-gold hair. The head of this thing was somewhat different from the others she had seen tonight; more pear-shaped and rather elongated at the top, where the hole was.

Withdrawn as she was, she looked at his organ with interest because she knew it was soon going to be forced inside her. It was quite unavoidable and there was nothing she could do to stop him doing it. He had paid six hundred and fifty dollars to put it into her and no amount of screaming could keep him from it. Her screaming hadn't stopped DeWilde and it wouldn't stop this man.

It was rather larger than the other men's, though a great deal smaller than the ugly thing with which Roger had initiated her. It wasn't so much that it was long; rather, it was thicker. Bigger around. A piece of flesh obscured the base of the head. This must be a foreskin, that thing she had heard some of the girls discussing, so this cock must be of the uncircumcised kind. She wondered if it would hurt as much as Roger's cock and decided quite calmly that it wouldn't. It would stretch her more because of its girth, but wouldn't penetrate into her as deeply. She supposed that foreskin would be pushed back when it entered her and the head of it would probably feel the same although it wouldn't go into her so far.

Bruce saw her looking steadily, without expression, at his organ.

"Nice little puppy looking at her master's tally-whacker?" Bruce asked, as one would speak affectionately to a prized pet. "If she's a good little girl, daddy will give her a great big bang with it."

What was it which made a man want to do this thing to a woman? Karen wondered. What possible pleasure could it give him to push this stiff flesh into that part of her body, and keep it there until it ejected that white stuff into her? People did that to produce children and certainly he had no desire to have babies by her. Yet he had paid a big sum of money just so Roger would let him do this. She wondered vaguely if it hurt a man to put it in as badly as it did when a woman received it.

Bruce tugged slightly on her leash, urging her up again. "Let's go for a walk, little doggie. Exercise is good for doggies." As she rose he pushed her down again until she was on her hands and knees. That seemed to be the way he wanted her to proceed, so she followed after him in this bent posture.

He led her across the floor to the center of the room, looking down at her fondly.

"Pretty little doggie. Daddy's going to fuck the nice little doggie because she's been so good."

Bruce kneeled on the floor behind her, dropped the leash at her side and with both hands gently spread the cheeks of her buttocks. He reached below them to part the lips of her vagina and brush the surrounding hair back with a soft touch. Moving closer he inserted the head of his cock in the hole thus exposed, being very careful to get it lined up in the deeper portion of her opening. He flexed his hips just once, to drive the cock head in, then stopped.

Karen felt only slight pain at the penetration. Was it because of the smaller size? she wondered; or because the foreskin had slipped back, thus cushioning the entry? It didn't matter. That pear-shaped object was inside her now. Next it would begin to progress up and into her and she would feel it moving up through her inner passage.

Karen became aware that everyone in the room was watching then now; heard Gregory say; "Here goes Bruce with his six hundred and fifty dollar fuck," in a slightly sneering tone. Otherwise, the room was still.

Bruce wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pulled its surface skin rearward to permit penetration without painful stretching of his own flesh. With Karen braced on her hands and knees, thighs widespread, Bruce rocked his hips backwards and forwards, urging a little more of his cock inside Karen at every stroke.

Gwen commented: "I hope he doesn't hurt the kid that way. A man can get an awful lot of prick into a girl by fucking her dog-fashion."

Barbara replied: "I never cared for it that way myself. Gives a man too much leverage over you."

"Roger wanted to do me that way once, on my first party here, and I told him to go to hell. With that prick of his he could have killed me."

"The only way I'll take Roger is over the hip, and he knows it. A well-hung man is wonderful but that prick of his is ridiculous."

The girls whispered to each other without removing their eyes from the kneeling couple on the floor.

Karen felt the progress of Bruce's cock inside her; felt her flesh distend to permit its passage. She felt his cock head up inside her uterus now; decided that he must have about half of it inside her. She had a little flash of gratitude toward her purchaser that he was being so gentle with her, when if he had been as brutal as Roger there was nothing she could have done about it.

With half of Bruce's cock in her the pain was intense, but nothing to what it had been when DeWilde had possessed her. She continued to crouch, suffering, as Bruce resumed his penetration of her. There it was- additional pressure. The cock head was slipping in further now. She felt it enter and begin to cross her inner chamber, beyond her uterus. It was hurting badly now but nothing she couldn't stand. She mustn't cry out; must bite her lips and keep silent no matter what her pain. Her cries would only arouse him; excite him until he gave her more agony.

The cock head invaded still further and then she felt it bang up solidly against the back wall of her cavity. This was it. Now the real hurting would start when he had to stretch that wall to get the rest of his cock into her.

But then she felt the tickle of hair against her distended rectum. The touch came and went rhythmically, and she realized that Bruce already had all of his cock inside her. That was the golden hair around its base that was tickling her rectum, which meant that she had already received all he had to give. There was a firm, prodding contact of his cock head against her rear wall on every in-stroke, but not so badly that she became dizzy with the hurt of it.

Bruce was speaking to her. "Wriggle your hips for me, nice little bitch doggie, and give me a good fuck. Brucie wants to bang his bitch real nice."

She didn't understand what he wanted her to do. The man seemed to sense this. He placed both hands on her pelvis and manipulated her hips back and forth in a rolling motion, instructing her in the rhythm of the female coital movement. Now she understood and, for fear of, him responded in the way he demanded.

Her newly-learned movement brought Bruce to the edge of ecstasy. "Oh baby do you learn quick," he sighed. Pressing his hips tightly against her upturned backside, he bottomed out in her completely. He remained motionless, letting Karen massage his prick by means of her movements alone.

"Ooooh, honey," he moaned. "Nice little doggie is jerking her master off with her pussy." He dug his fingers into her hips in a spasm as he tried to hold off, and failed.

He pulled her backward to him as he ejected, at the same time thrusting forward, trying to cram one more fraction of an inch of his throbbing prick into her warmly wet womanhood. This hurt Karen sharply, as did the expansion of his cock head when he blasted his sperm into her.

She felt this load more clearly than she had the previous two with which DeWilde had injected her, probably because the pain of Bruce's come was less intense. She felt a hot fluid pour out inside her; felt the warmth of it as it spread out over her back wall against which Bruce's cock head was so tightly pressed. From there she felt it spreading outward, soaking her inner tissues, welling up in her as Bruce injected the last of his charge of liquid into her.

There, now. It was over. Bruce had squirted her and his cock felt differently now. All of it was still inside her but it was soft. It was still a piece of meat with noticeable warmth to it, and it still stretched her to surround it, but it had no punishment factor. It didn't really hurt much. Maybe the stuff he had shot into her acted as a sort of balm to her injured parts.

Karen felt a little twinge of pain as Bruce withdrew his organ from her-what did they call it?-her cunt. She had begun to think to herself using the words she had heard so often in these last few hours from this crowd. Her knees were hurting and he didn't tell her not to, so she swung herself sideways and sat down on the floor. Maybe that would keep her cunt from aching so badly.

"Baby, that was wonderful," he told her appreciatively. "That was just the first of some wonderful fucks we're going to have during the next week. Maybe I'll even ask Roger how much he wants for a renewal of your contract for another week or two," he smiled at her.

He didn't make much sense, Karen thought. I'm going to die before long and none of them will want to put their cocks into me then.

One of the men called out to Bruce: "Hey, old buddy, remember when I fixed you up with that broad in Chicago, during the convention? How about paying me back with a little piece of Karen?"

Bruce said emphatically: "I never heard of you."

Gregory said, in mock astonishment: "Aren't you going to pass around your box of goodies?"

"Hell, no," he replied.

Deirdre, the tall brunette with the big breasts who had done the spectacular dance, sat down alongside Bruce and whispered something in his ear. He looked at her and grinned.

"Did you bring that damn thing of yours?"

She nodded. Bruce pondered a second, considering.

"Okay. Be my guest."

Deirdre disappeared in the direction of the bedrooms.

Bruce rose and took a pair of throw pillows from one of the couches, returning to Karen to drop them beside her. "Here, honey," he said. "You're going to need these. Lie down."

She did, without remonstrating. As she lay on her back, Bruce slipped one pillow under her head; told her to lift her hips and when she did so, he slipped the second pillow beneath her buttocks.

Karen lay quietly, waiting for what was to happen next. Was Bruce going to-uh-fuck her again in this position? She thought men had to wait awhile between the times that they did it. That was what the other men had done. Could Bruce do it again so soon? She hoped he wouldn't pull her legs up over her shoulders like Roger did. That hurt so badly.

Deirdre reentered the room. Karen looked up at her and saw an amazing thing. The brunette was still naked except that the curly black hair between her legs was now covered by a pink rubber thing; an amazing creation shaped exactly like a man's cock! Karen stared at it. This cock, about the size of Marvin's, was fastened to a triangular rubber pad which formed a base for it, and this pad was strapped tightly to Deirdre's crotch by belts which went around her waist and around each thigh. As she approached Karen she wriggled her hips from side to side as the men had done, and the pink rubber cock swung from side to side just as did theirs.

"Get me a pitcher of cream from the kitchen, will you, Bruce?" she asked, and he rose to comply.

He was back in seconds with a small glass pitcher. As Karen watched, Deirdre bent the cock head down into the pitcher, then reached into her crotch, behind the triangular base pad, and gave something a squeeze. Karen could hear air bubbling through the cream. The brunette relaxed her grip and Karen saw the level of the cream go down as it was sucked up into the rubber cock. She handed the pitcher to Bruce, knelt beside Karen and said:

"Now, honey, get your first real fucking-from a woman."

Deirdre mounted Karen like a man, kneeling astride her, looking down at her nakedness with evident appreciation. Satisfied, she stretched out full length on top of her, pushed Karen's knees apart with hers and lay between her thighs. Like a man, she lifted one hip to reach between them, grasp her pink rubber cock and get it started fairly into Karen's opening.

It was fortunate for the girl that she had been possessed previously by Bruce, whose seminal liquid still remained inside her. They lubricated the passage of Deirdre's imitation cock into her. Fortunate, indeed, for Deirdre had no intention of being gentle as he had been. With the cruelty, the ruthlessness of an aroused woman, she literally stabbed Karen with her attached instrument.

Karen felt the awful thing penetrate her with one rush. The simulated cock head tore its way inside her, ramming her flesh aside to make room for its passage. My God, it's tearing up the inside of my cunt, Karen thought, as renewed pangs of agony swept through her. She was too sick, too weak, even to scream with the pain. All she could do was close her eyes and suffer.

Lorraine said to Marv: "Jesus, look. Deirdre's got her dildo on and is fucking Karen with it. I wonder what kicks she gets out of that?"

"She jacks herself off with the base of it while she's doing the balling. Then, when she's come enough to satisfy her, she'll squeeze her pussy together over the bulb and shoot the cream into Karen."

"Well, everybody has his own thing," Lorraine replied philosophically.

To Karen, the instrument was pure torture. Deirdre could use it as roughly in Karen as she wished without causing herself any pain, as a man would feel if he became too violent and, in her warped passions, she chose to do just that. Fiercely, repeatedly, she pumped it in and out of the recumbent girl, bruising as well as abrading the delicate flesh of her internal organs.

Karen suffered in silence. It felt entirely different, this thing; far more painful, much more hateful. For one thing it was cold, not hot like a real cock. For another, it ripped and tore even worse than DeWilde had done to her the first time.

Deirdre had to use a violent motion if she herself were to achieve orgasm because she had only the friction she could produce between the base pad and her own clitoris to give her arousal. She pumped and thrust away, much of her stimulation coming from her consciousness that she was acting like a man, fucking a woman, and that it was she who was in the superior position, with a beautiful young woman prostrate beneath her, legs spread wide to permit her entrance. Deirdre would have denied that she had lesbian tendencies; however, there was much of sheer penis envy in the pleasure she took in probing Karen beneath her, even though with a mock tool.

Karen endured, and Deirdre's lust began to mount. Her movements became more rapid, almost spasmodic, and then she climaxed with a continued shuddering of her loins. At the peak of her orgasm, she clutched her thighs together to squeeze the bulb which forced the cream to cascade out into Karen's uterine passages.

The fluid was cooling. It didn't feel even slightly like getting fucked by a real cock, Karen reflected. The cock head didn't throb when the juice shot, and the juice itself was cold, not hot like real come. It hurt to be fucked by this thing, and she hoped the other women in the room wouldn't want to take turns doing it to her.

But Deirdre appeared to be alone in her passion to simulate the sexual ability of a male. She removed the thing and offered it to some of the other women, saying they were welcome to borrow it, but all refused. Gwen was rather blunt. She remarked that with all these good peters in the room, she saw no reason to employ an imitation.

At this point a hiatus came over the sybaritic gathering before the next act was to begin. Some of the guests dispersed to the bathroom. Some wandered over to the sideboard to mix drinks and munch on snacks. Marvin was huddled in a deep and seemingly serious conversation with Martha, his sexual protege. Karen, aching in every portion of her flesh, lay without moving and prayed for release.

She realized that she was terribly, terribly thirsty. Her mouth was so dry and swollen she couldn't swallow. Her throat ached from the soreness induced by her suppressed screams. God, she was so thirsty. But she didn't dare move.

Now Bruce was sitting on the floor beside her again, a glass in his hand with ice in it which tinkled. It looked so good and cool and frosty. He sensed what she wanted. He held the glass out to her while lifting her head so that she could drink. She took one gulp; choked and let the liquid run out of her mouth and down onto her breasts.

"Liquor-awful," she croaked. "Could I have some water, please?"

Bruce immediately went to the sideboard and returned. "Here, Karen," he said as he lifted her, "straight ginger ale and ice. It's better for you than water."

She drank, greedily; the most satisfying sup of her life. No vintage champagne was ever enjoyed by a wine buff so much as Karen relished that ginger ale.

"Deirdre hurt you, didn't she."

Karen nodded.

"I shouldn't have let her do that. She's kind of a nut. I'm sorry."

Karen couldn't reply. There was nothing she could possibly say.

Bruce got her another glass of ginger ale and fed it to her in little sips. The crowd had been drinking very little up until this break. Now, everyone was on the second or third drink and voices began to be just a trifle louder; talk, a little wilder.

Lorraine and Deirdre had both had one extra drink and were revealing a more brassy side of their personalities. They were seated nude on the floor now, side by side, each with a glass. They were both at the point where they were ready to begin bragging about their sexual prowess and experience, as men often do in like circumstances. They began to get confidential with each other.

Karen heard Lorraine ask the brunette:

"Tell me, honey, do you really get a kick out of balling a girl with that-er, ah-thing?"

Deirdre shrugged.

"Oh, it's no big thing. No fetish, or like that. Just once in a while, I kind of like it for a change." She chuckled. "Maybe I get my large charge out of shocking people by using it at a time like this."

"Did you ever have a girl use it on you?"

"Only a couple of times. It's-well, it's a mighty poor substitute for the real thing. Want to find out?"

"Not really."

Deirdre got more confidential.

"Actually, I got it when I was married to my first husband. I was crazy about him in every way except in the bedroom. The poor guy was one of those rabbit men-he'd get me all hot and going good, then push it into me and-wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. It was all over and I was left climbing the walls."

"I've known men like that. I feel sorry for them but that doesn't make it any easier for the woman." Deirdre shook her head as if in wonderment. "I don't know why I ever married him, except that I loved him anyway. I thought maybe after we were married he'd relax and be better in the sex department than he was while we were just going together. Too, I don't think I noticed how serious his trouble was. I was going with a couple of other guys while we were engaged. They were taking care of me good and I don't think I realized that Don wasn't."

"That's an easy mistake to make."

"Anyway, after a few months of marriage it got pretty rough. I didn't want to cheat on Don-I really wanted to make it with him. He tried so hard, poor boy. He'd go down on me, get me to really creaming, then push it into me and poop! it was all over."

"I'd have wound up jacking off."

"I did- many's the time. So I had this bull dyke who was a good friend of mine-well, as good a friend as a straight can have with a gay-and I asked her to get me a dildo. Joy stick, they call them. She did, and Don started to use it on me, After he'd shoot his load, he'd put it on and work me over until I got off."

"That must have been pretty hard on his ego." She nodded in agreement. "It was. It really wasn't much of an improvement for me and it destroyed him. So, we began to fight about things that didn't matter, just to work off our hostilities. I phoned some of my old friends and got myself the kind of balling I was used to before I was married. He began to drink and it wasn't long before the whole thing was washed up."

"Well, it's a kind of lesson, isn't it?"

"Yeah-never marry a man without trying him out first and making sure he can do what he's supposed to."

Now it was Lorraine's turn to become reflective. She took a sip of her drink and began: "You know, when I think back over all the men I've balled, ever since I was fifteen-"

Deirdre interrupted: "I started when I was fourteen."

"Yeah-well, as I say, when I think over them, it's quite surprising how many of them really were disappointing. Men talk about sex and think about it a lot, but when it comes right down to it an awful lot of them are poop outs. You know-they get you hot and then can't get a hard on, or they go off too soon, or they have Puritan hangups and won't go down on you, or else they are freaked out about it and all they want to do is French and be Frenched -most of them can't relax and enjoy."

"I think that's why I like to come to Roger's parties so much. If you meet a man here, you know he's a performer. If he weren't he wouldn't be at a gathering like this."

"Yeah." They both took another sip of their drinks. "You know," Lorraine began again, "when I think back over some of the weirdos I've balled-"

"No weirder than mine, I'll bet."

"I even had a black man once. A great big guy, hung like a mule, who was a musician in a club where I worked."

"I've had blacks too," Deirdre boasted back. "They're not so hot."

Lorraine looked at her drinking partner in astonishment. "That's just what I was going to say. All my life I've heard this stuff about how Negroes practically invented sex. Hell, he was no different from any white man I've known-no better and no worse."

Deirdre giggled. "When the lights are off you can't tell the difference."

"And the black doesn't rub off," the other added sagely.

Deirdre became curious. "Tell me, honey, is your husband good with you in bed? He always makes it fine with me but I was wondering if he's as good at home."

Lorraine shrugged. "Oh, average, I guess. A lot of nights he's too tired because his job and the long commute takes a lot out of him. He gets home, has a couple of martinis, eats and has a couple more, and by that time he's more interested in sleep than pussy."

Deirdre lay back, stretched her legs, wriggled her hips and then crossed her ankles. "You know. I don't really think I've ever had enough balling to satisfy me. What I'd really like is to take on every man here, one right after the other, and I'd enjoy the last man as much as the first."

Lorraine was not to be outdone. "I'd love to take them all on. It's been a dream all my life, to have a line of men waiting with hards-on for the guy ahead of them to get finished with me."

"Did you read the Revolt of Mamie Stover?"

"I sure did. That part in the bull pen, where she was servicing the men one after the other, every five minutes? Gad I flipped-I had a hard on all the time I was reading it."

Both girls were a little bit drunk now; a tiny bit belligerent. "I wish we could get all the men to line up and have us," Deirdre sighed.

"They wouldn't have anything left for you after they got through with me."

"G'wan," Deirdre scoffed. "You'd poop out halfway through. You haven't had the experience. You don't have the talent for banging like I have."

Lorraine resented the challenge. Hotly she replied: "I can bang anybody you can bang, and do it better and oftener."

A sly look came into Deirdre's eyes. "So you've banged black and whites. Did you ever bang a dog?"

The other girl's eyes were round. She hesitated. "You mean-really do it with a dog? Well-I've heard of it."

Deirdre was triumphant. "You see-you've heard of doing it. But you'd be scared to try."

"Do you mean-ah-have you'?"

A secret grin. "You might be surprised how good it is."

Lorraine remembered something. "That dog of yours-a big black German shepherd. Does he-?"

"Every time I give him the chance. Twice a day, if I feel like it. He never gets tired." A giggle. "Maybe it's because he doesn't have a job to worry about."

All Lorraine could say was, "Gosh."

Deirdre pushed her advantage. "Well, what d'ya say? Game to try? He's right outside in my car."

Lorraine accepted the challenge. "Anything you can ball, I can ball better. Go get him."

Few guests noticed Deirdre step out the front door, to dart across the secluded yard the few steps to where her car was parked. In seconds she returned leading a handsome German shepherd, having paused just once to let him relieve himself against a bush.

Triumphantly she led the dog up to where Lorraine reclined on the floor, against the couch. "Good, Hans," she said. "Sit." Instantly the dog dropped to a sitting posture, extending his neck to sniff at Lorraine's thigh. The contact of his wet nose against her bare flesh gave her goose bumps.

"He's a beauty," she admired. "Actually, a hell of a lot better looking than some of the men here."

"He's got a better dong on him too," Deirdre replied proudly. "Well, are you ready to get banged?"

Lorraine was just drunk enough not to even hesitate.

"Hell, yes. What do I do?"

"Wait just a second." In her hands, Deirdre had a pair of leather gloves, rather like mittens, which laced at the wrists. "Got to put these on him first," she explained. "Otherwise, he'll claw the hell out of you when he gets his forelegs wrapped around your waist and really goes to work."

The sight and smell of the gloves aroused the dog's desire. His head and ears became even more alert and his penis began to extend itself, its head peeking forth from its full length sheath. Two lumps began to swell on each side of the sheath near its base.

"Boy, he gets turned on right now, doesn't he?" Lorraine said admiringly. "I wish I had a man who could get ready to go like that."

Deirdre felt both paws to make sure the leather mittens were securely fastened. "Okay, honey, he's ready. Now, get on your hands and knees, spread your legs wide-and hang on for the ride of your life."

Some of the guests had noticed the dog's entrance and paid little attention. Now, realizing what was to happen, everyone stared in fascination at the crouching Lorraine. Like a dog handler, Deirdre said: "Okay, Hans, let's go."

The dog needed no urging. He sprang forward, standing on his hind legs, only to be pulled down to all fours by Deirdre. "Not so soon, boy. Here, boy -get it." With that she put her fingers to Lorraine's exposed vagina and pressed the gash of her womanhood apart. Hans moved in close to sniff it appreciatively a few times (at the contact of his wet nose Lorraine gave a stifled, rather excited yelp) and then began to lick it hungrily.

After a few laps at the wet flesh, Deirdre pulled him back a foot or two, patted him on the head and said: "All right, now-go get it, boy," and dropped his leash.

The dog darted at the woman, rose to throw his forelegs around her waist and pulled his hips up tightly against hers. The long, pointed tool flashed fully out of its sheath, searching, stabbing, throwing shadows on the floor beneath them as his fevered organ searched for its mark.

The experienced dog needed only a few seconds to find the place where he wanted it to go. He found it and rammed it home. The viewers knew, too-Lorraine screamed, "Oh my God" as the full length of his long, thin shaft slid into her.

The dog began a rapid motion with his hips, almost too fast for the eye to follow. Lorraine began to moan: "Oh my God-he's killing me. He's ramming it right through me."

The dog continued his rapid movements as the woman moaned. Her moans changed to a rasping sound as her hips began to move in a slower counterpoint of motion against the dog's. She still grunted at the fierce stabs of the dog's penis inside her, but she was beginning to come up to climax now. The speed of her movements increased and suddenly she was in the grip of a violent orgasm. She came once, twice, three times, then started to relax. The dog kept banging away fiercely inside her.

Lorraine screamed. "My God he's killing me. I can't come any more. Jesus, get him off of me."

"Too late, darling," Deirdre laughed. "Once he starts fucking there's no stopping him until he's had his come. Better get your ass to wagging again so he'll come sooner."

Through her howls, Lorraine began to rotate her hips vigorously, matching the dog, thrust for thrust, urging him on to his completion. She even moved her body back against his in an attempt to increase the stimulation he was receiving from her.

It worked. The dog's hips jerked a few times, and then he was clinging even more tightly to her, pouring everything he had into her. They hung together for a few seconds, and then in response to a command from Deirdre the dog backed off. Sis organ was now shrunken; had disappeared within its sheath.

Lorraine collapsed on the floor, while a roar of o-what? applause? laughter? admiration?-went around the room.

"Jesus, what a sensation," Lorraine moaned. "You didn't tell me it would be like that, you dog-fucking bitch you," she complained. "I think he poked a hole in my guts with the point of that thing."

"It's different, isn't it?" Deirdre persisted. Somehow she was a little miffed that no one was admiring her fine dog. "And in another ten minutes, he'll be ready to go again."

"Not with me he won't," she replied emphatically.

"What are you complaining about?" Deirdre asked her. "You've been fucked by a guy and a girl and a dog tonight. Lots of women live out their whole lives without ever having it that good."

Bruce had been listening, Karen's leash held in his hand. He entered the conversation.

"Why don't you make a grand slam of it by swapping blow jobs with my sweet little doggie?"

Lorraine groaned. "I won't be ready for action for hours yet."

Deirdre was triumphant. "There, you see? I said you were a poop out."

"Go ahead, Lorraine," Bruce urged. "Make it a night you'll remember. I'm offering it to you for free-no rental charge."

She considered. "Well, maybe, in a little bit. Let me wash myself up after that damn dog, and have a drink." She got up, disappeared in the direction of the bathroom; returned, to mix herself a drink at the sideboard. She sipped it as she came back to sit beside them.

Karen realized she, too, was in need of relief. Appealingly she spoke to Bruce. "I'd like to go, too. May I?"

Instantly he arose. "Of course, dear. Right now. Me too, in fact." He led her by the leash to the master bathroom; entered with her and closed the door behind them. He gestured toward the toilet. "You first, dear."

She no longer hesitated at anything. Without even thinking she lowered herself to the seat and began to urinate. A long, grateful stream flowed out of her. Staring down between her legs, she saw it preceded by a drainage of Bruce's semen which dripped down into the water, to be followed by her flow which landed on it and diluted it. More of that stuff inside, she reflected. She was soiled beyond all cleaning now. She completed her act, wiped herself with toilet paper and arose. She stood quietly and watched Bruce as he stood in front of the bowl and relieved himself. Funny how soft and flabby his cock was now, in comparison to the fierce thing it had been before. It wouldn't hurt if he pushed it into her the way it was now, but she supposed it wouldn't go in when it was in this condition. She noticed the way the flesh thing they called a foreskin had rolled down to partially cover the knob on the end. Even the knob looked harmless now, as a steady stream of water shot out of the hole in its center.

Bruce completed his act, shook it two or three times and flushed the toilet. He took the, end of her leash where it hung from her neck and led her back to the living room. Funny, she thought, he didn't wipe the end of it with paper as she did. Maybe men don't do that when they go tinkle.

Lorraine was still sitting on the floor where they had left her, at one end of the largest couch, Deirdre crouched beside her. Bruce dropped beside them and pulled Karen by her leash. "What are you two chinning about?" he asked.

"Actually, we were watching Roger and that big brown haired girl-what's her name?"

Deirdre supplied: "Jeannette."

Karen saw that DeWilde was on his back on the floor of the raised alcove where she had begun proofreading in the first hours of her residence in this house. A tall, beautiful woman with long, almost straight hair of a honey colored sheen flowing down her back reclined on one elbow alongside of him. She had large but firm breasts which jutted up from her fine chest; long, tapered legs, crossed at the ankles, extended below prominent pelvic bones. A thick patch of hair the same color as that on her head puffed up from between her loins.

She had a jar of some sort of unguent in one hand and was dabbing it on DeWilde's penis, working it into the skin with long strokes of her tapering fingers. Even at this distance Karen could see that their length was enhanced by her nails, almost claws, worn much longer than is the usual fashion. A light shell pink polish made them glow in the soft light of the room.

This was really the first long look Karen had ever had of this awful cock of DeWilde's and it again made her shudder. It was thick and long; reddish-purple and unutterly horrible. Now as she gazed at it she marveled that it hadn't torn her more than it did. To her eyes it seemed to be at least twice as large, twice as thick, twice as long, as that of any other man in the room. Brace's cock had hurt her painfully a couple of hours ago, and Deirdre's dildo had been agony, but both of them put together would not have equalled this awful piece of flesh which Jeannette was anointing.

Lorraine said: "I guess she's really going to take him on."

Deirdre replied: "She may be able to handle it. I know she's had three children, so she must be pretty big."

"Nobody's big enough for that thing. I got drank at one of Roger's parties one night and let him have me. I didn't know what I was doing, but I soon found out. It was a month before I could pee in comfort."

"It might be nice if he were gentle, with it, but he's so rough-I think he enjoys giving the pain more than the sex itself."

That he does, thought Karen; that he does. Oh, how he enjoys hurting a girl with it.

DeWilde was becoming impatient now; rolled onto his side to push Jeannette almost roughly onto her back. A low, throaty chuckle came from her lips. "Ready now, lover boy?" she asked as she spread her legs wide and held out both arms to receive him.

As he threw one leg over her body she stopped him with both hands on his chest; removed one hand to flex her fingers before his eyes.

"See those nails, honey? Well, let's get the rules straight. If you hurt me, or don't stop when I ask, I'm going to rake the skin off of your back until your ribs are showing. You might even get one of them in your eyeball.

"Now, if you still want to, go ahead."

She dropped her arms at her side, pulled her knees up almost to her armpits, and waited. Her buttocks were toward Karen and she could see the thick, curly brown hair parted by a wide, wet red gash of exposed flesh, waiting for the entry of that awful thing on DeWilde.

The pudgy man didn't hesitate. He mounted her, stretched his body full length on top of her lovely figure and guided his red cock head to her waiting hole. With a thrust of his hips he entered her. As the head slid in, both of her arms wrapped around him and her nails, like the splayed paws of a jungle cat, pressed firmly into the flesh of his shoulder blades, on each side of his spine.

"Hold it right there," she said, firmly.

DeWilde didn't stop. He gave another thrust of his hips. The finger nails sunk in; pulled away slightly from the spine. A look of pain contorted DeWilde's face, and his movements stopped.

In a silky smooth voice which sounded like a cat's purr, much in keeping with her nails, she murmured: "You think I'm kidding, honey, you try that one more time and you'll be in the bathroom looking for your iodine."

DeWilde lay absolutely still and the girl removed her nails from his flesh to press her palms flat against his shoulder blades. She moved her hips a little, as if experimentally; apparently satisfied, began an up-and-down rocking motion of her pelvis to distend herself and spread her own lubrication over him.

"Try a little more, lover boy, until mamma says quit."

Obediently, quite gently for him, DeWilde urged some more of his manhood inside her womanhood. He stopped at her command; resumed when she told him to. Expertly she wriggled her hips from side to side to dilate herself for his entry; moved her hips up and down to facilitate his passage.

At one point she told him to stop and lift his hips. He did, and she slid one hand between their bodies to place it around his shaft.

"Ummm, good," she said approvingly. "We got half of it in already."

She removed her hands to place both of them, palms down, upon his rounded buttocks. "Now, honey," she told him. "I'm going to piss you the rest of the way in. When you feel it start to flow get all of it into me, like you were a salmon swimming upstream."

She giggled. "That's what you want to do, isn't it-spawn?"

Karen saw a flow of water begin, surging out of the gash so tightly encircling the distended cock of De Wilde. It splashed over DeWilde's testicles, soaking her own hair and the inside of her upthrust thighs; spread out in a dark stain upon the carpet beneath her.

As eagerly as Hans, the dog had mounted Lorraine earlier, De Wilde thrust the rest of his tool into the girl. All of it went into her with a rush, without hurting her, because of her hydraulically-distended organs. She sighed with satisfaction as she felt his testicles meet her rectum; murmured a gentle: "We got it, honey. Now, you just take it slow and easy from here on in, so that I have time to stretch to catch your come."

She paused a second, then added: "Mamma's going to teach you to fuck like a gentleman."

Karen saw both pairs of hips begin to writhe in unison, DeWilde's surprisingly gentle. He even lifted the upper half of his body onto his elbows, supporting himself so that the entire weight of his gross body was not bearing down upon the slim one of his partner's. Gratefully Jeannette's arms encircled his waist. Her legs lifted up to encircle his body. Her feet crossed each other and her ankles locked, to hold the man tightly to her.

She was enjoying herself hugely now, rocking back and forth beneath him with every millimeter of that unconscionable prick inside her, pleasured with every thrust of it.

Deirdre whispered delightedly to the other three: "She really does know how to fuck, doesn't she? She's tamed Roger into doing it her way; and then a huge cock like that is fun."

Karen continued staring at them, wondering what would happen when Roger began squirting his stuff into her. She remembered how awful his two comes in her had felt; thought vividly of the sudden spasmodic jerking of his groin as the come began, the hot scalding of its flow inside her accompanied by the agonizing pulse, pulse, pulse of the foreskinless red cock head as it pumped the load into her.

It was starting now, she noted. Roger's hips had doubled their tempo and Jeannette wasn't stopping him. She was speeding up her pace to match his. Together they rocked on the floor, reaching toward the heights.

There. That was it. He was shooting her now, Karen knew. She saw the trembling in his loins and buttocks, saw them give tiny little jerks, saw the grimace contort his face almost like a man in pain. She saw it matched by a look of ecstasy on Jeanette's; saw her lift her hips even higher to receive his flow fully and as deeply as possible. Her entire body was quivering now. She was coming too, Karen knew how many times? That was once-the woman quieted, moved her hips once or twice, then quivered again as she repeated her orgasm.

Two.

Again she moved her hips, rotated them slightly from side to side, and erupted into a third come.

That makes three, Karen thought.

She knew what she was seeing now. She had observed other women this evening having this funny thing happen to them; this feeling of joy in what was to her so horrible. She had seen Barbara and Gwen explode this way; had seen Martha do it when Marv had come in her.

There Jeannette went again. That made four comes for her. DeWilde was holding on manfully, still propped up on his arms, hips thrust forward, maintaining a tight pressure between his groin and the top of her cunt, to give herself something to put herself off against. His cock must be getting soft by now, Karen realized. It always did, right after a man shot his stuff. Now it would begin to leak out of Jeannette's cunt, and dribble down, and when she went to pee the rest of it would drip out into the bowl.

She must be through. Karen saw her wriggle her hips a few more times but nothing happened. She didn't have another come left in her. She sighed and slumped back, her legs and arms sliding from around Roger's body to drop limply on the floor. Now she spoke.

"Honey, you're wonderful, when a girl makes you do it right."

A slight flush of pleasure showed on Roger's countenance.

"You're pretty good yourself, sweetie," he replied. '"Not the best I've ever had, but right up there at the top."

The verbal exchange broke the attention span of the audience. Light conversation began. Aroused by the action, some of the men resumed fondling the women they had purchased. Karen saw Marv and Martha, hand in hind, move to a large overstuffed chair opposite the couch. Marv sat down in it and pulled the tiny redhead down until she sat on his lap, facing him, one leg on each side of his body and doubled, resting on her knees.

Reaching down, she manipulated his limp penis, skinning the foreskin back, circling the base of it with thumb and forefinger and making a stripping motion, doing everything in her power to urge him to erection.

Marv reached up to cup a tiny breast in each hand. "You're beautiful, baby. I'm trying, but you've already fucked me and sucked me and you've drained me pretty nearly dry."

"Try one more time, honey, please. I'd like another lesson from you tonight."

That did it, at least to an extent. His penis stiffened; swelled somewhat; did at least lift its head if not stand upright. Marv looked down at it.

"Well, that's what we call a half-hearted hard-on at least, I'm game to try to get it in if you are."

"What do I do?"

"Lift yourself up on your knees, put the head of it in your slit and lower yourself onto it. Keep tight hold of it in both hands to support it and kind of squeeze it into you, like you were poking a sausage up there."

She followed his bidding, moving it back and forth across her gash and forcing the semi-stiff fingers. Karen saw a smile come to her face as more and more of it entered.

She's going to make it, Karen thought. Their hair is almost touching now. She only has about another inch to go. There-she was reaching her fingers up inside her cunt to tuck more of it further up, to urge the last bit of it into her.

She made it. She was settled down tightly against him now, in his lap, facing him, their private hair intertwined. Marv put his hands around her buttocks, cradling their soft smallness in his palms. His fingers curled and one of them tucked itself into her rectum.

"Ooh, that feels good," she commented.

"It's going to feel better," he told her. "Now, reach down between us and pull your lips apart, so that your pretty little clittie is pressed up tight against the base of my tool."

She did, afterward leaning forward to embrace him and press her chest closely against his. Karen saw her little breasts push out to her sides from the pressure of body against body.

"Now you start rolling your hips," he instructed. "Every time you rock forward you're going to get my peter further up your slit, and every time you rock back you're going to get my finger up your little bunghole."

She did, and in a half a dozen strokes practically squealed in delight. "Ooooh, that's so good," she told him. "I think this is the best yet."

"You just enjoy, darling. I'm going to make you come whether I can or not."

"Oh, you've got to," she remonstrated. "It won't be any fun unless you get off too."

"I'll try," he assured her. "Let's go, baby."

Martha closed her eyes and redoubled her efforts.

She seemed to be in an utter abandonment of joy. She rolled her hips forward and back, getting her kicks on both strokes. This obviously couldn't hurt too much; Marv's cock had been quite small when it went in. Karen wondered what it felt like to get fucked with a soft cock? It must be a lot less unpleasant than when it had all that bone in it.

There she goes-Martha was shaking, seemingly trying to swallow all of Marv's body up inside her. She quieted. Marv lifted his buttocks from the chair slightly so that he carried all of her weight on his body, arched his back, and her quivering began again.

That's two comes, Karen counted. She wondered if they'd quit now. No, Marv was thrusting upward into her again, pulling her down onto him with his hands on her shoulders. There-Marv was coming, too. That was three times for him this evening; two fucks and a blow job, plus a partial third fuck in Lorraine in whom he hadn't come. She wondered how many times a man could squirt in a girl, either in her cunt or her mouth, and how long he had to wait between them.

They were relaxing now, arms locked around each other. Marv spoke.

"See? You weren't the one on the bottom that time, just there with your legs spread and having it poked into you. You were on top, and you balled me great-you even made me come, although it was a pretty small load."

"It was marvy, darling--a perfectly beautiful load. I've taken your stuff in both ends of me tonight, and loved it both ways."

The pretty little Martha dropped her head to the man's shoulder and they relaxed together. Karen's attention was drawn to Lorraine, who spoke to Bruce.

"Well, that got me worked up enough that maybe I will accept your offer. Maybe I ought to make it a complete round robin tonight."

Bruce extended the leash to the woman. "Here you go. Be my guest."

She took the leather, but looked around a trifle nervously. "I-ah-I feel the need of a little privacy. Not you two, of course-" a gesture indicated Bruce and Deirdre-"but all these other people kind of turn me off. I've never sucked a muff before."

"I think one of the bedrooms must be empty- he's got five of them in this place."

Bruce rose and led the way, followed by Deirdre and Lorraine. Karen trotted behind the tall brunette obediently on the end of her leash.