Chapter 11
Vanderpool told me to warm up to Gustav gradually, so I followed his advice, biding my time conscientiously.
"That's how my girls handle him," Vanderpool informed, "and they've had nothing but success with him. Matter of fact, one of them even broke up with her boyfriend after she started getting it regularly from Gustav. She told him he just couldn't measure up to her canine lover and the poor guy practically fainted. It was too much for him to take."
I let Gustav lick my face and smell my pussy. Then I finally edged my body down on the rug, assuming the same stance that Henrietta had just a few minutes earlier. We would be doing it dog style with him entering me from the rear.
"I'll give Gustav a little help," Vanderpool got up from behind his desk to aid assistance.
It felt good having that hard rod sink into me slowly but surely. I had envied Henrietta while she was getting it, and there she was sitting over in a corner of the room on her haunches, staring at me, exhibiting the same kind of feminine envy. It isn't as hard to cross the line from canine femininity to womanhood as a lot of people would care to imagine. That was one of the many things I had found out about life since joining forces with Cliff.
I felt the old familiar knotting up inside me, which meant that his hard dong was ready to proceed.
"Oh, I like the fit," I gasped.
"I knew you would," Vanderpool nodded as he walked back to his desk, settling into a relaxed state so he could watch the screwing.
Gustav rammed that penis is far into me as it would go. His movements were potent, his thrusts brilliant. I liked the way that his testicles would slam against my ass with every forward penetration.
I instinctively began flinging my ass backwards to meet his spearing penetrations. Back and forth that hot cock continued to slide as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hot movements.
"That dog's too much," Cliff commented.
"Keep it up, Gustav, keep it up," Vanderpool encouraged. "Keep that hot cock in motion. Slam it into her with all you've got."
In and out, in and out, the process continued as I gasped and trembled under the pressure. Yes, Henrietta had it pretty good, getting it regularly from such a hot-cocked stud.
Finally he unleashed a stream of hot juice into my waiting cunt, then everything was still. That huge throbbing penis remained stuck inside me until Vanderpool came over to help.
"I'll get him out of there," our host assured me. "So how'd you like his fuck?"
"Every bit as much as you said I would."
"I knew that would be it."
Vanderpool pried Gustav loose from my cunt. I got up and walked, a little bow-legged for the first few steps, back to the couch and sprawled out comfortably. It was great to know that I had made a good impression on both Vanderpool and his dog.
"You know, Henrietta over there is starving for a little action from one of you," Vanderpool remarked when he got back behind his desk. "Which one of you girls is excellent at sucking?" his eyes riveted on Cliff.
"Jackie's great at that scene," Cliff replied.
"Fine, then why don't we have Jackie go down on Henrietta. That would make Gustav's little playmate feel very happy. Otherwise she'll feel a little left out of things."
"We wouldn't want her to feel like that," Jackie winked at Vanderpool, getting up and walking over to Henrietta.
She began by petting and caressing the passionate female canine, which reacted favorably by running its tongue around her face. Slowly but surely Jackie wound up with her head thrust between Jackie's legs. She attacked her cunt with sweeping back and forth strokes, determined to get the dog off quickly.
Splash by splash the dog came ever closer to shooting. Finally it did, unleashing its liquid contents into Jackie's mouth. Jackie wore a triumphant smile when it was all over.
"Now what're we gonna do for an encore?" Cliff asked with a grin.
"Never fear. I always come up with something." Vanderpool gave him tight-lipped assurance.
After walking over and petting both of the dogs, Vanderpool went back to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Edgar, I'll tell you what I want next," he began sharply. "I want you to bring Edwina and Rose with you this time. That's right, both of them. And on the way out you can pick up those charming canines. Now they've both been satisfied for the night. Yes, things are going well." He put the phone back on its cradle.
Like clockwork precision, Edgar the butler showed up a few brief minutes later. I shrieked the second he walked into the room when I noticed a cobra dangling on each arm.
"Great God, what's that for?" I asked.
"A little fun" Vanderpool replied calmly. "Don't get alarmed, there's nothing to be afraid of. They're both formerly circus snakes and nightclub snakes. They're as innocuous as I am, my dear, but can be a whale of a lot of fun."
"Down," Edgar commanded the snakes sharply as he got into the center of the room.
Obediently they dropped down from his arm and descended quickly to the rug, where they remained perched.
"Have you ever seen anything like their obedience?" Vanderpool exclaimed with a glint of pride in his eye.
"That was really something to see," Cliff exclaimed. "This beautiful young dark-haired lady hasn't participated in anything yet," Vanderpool pointed toward Consuela, who gave him a sheepish look in return, not knowing what to make of things. "I think it's high time that she started. You'll love the snakes, my dear, and they'll both love you."
"What am I supposed to do with them?" Consuela asked.
"For a starter you just stand up and go through a regular topless go-go dancer's routine. They'll slide all around your body and give you all kinds of glowing feelings. At first they'll feel a little i cold on your skin, but gradually you'll become accustomed to them. And when you do you'll find out how charming they can be."
Consuela still looked a little skeptical, as long as timid, as she got up from the couch and stood on the rug. Her legs were trembling just a little, even though she was attempting to act as outwardly calm as was possible.
"Don't be afraid of a thing, my dear," Vanderpool soothed. "This is going to be just pure innocent fun."
Without anyone saying a thing, one of the snakes crawled up Consuela's left leg. Her initial reaction was to flinch slightly, but after it started making rapid strides up her leg she seemed to get used to what was going on.
The second snake began moving up her right leg, slinking ever so slowly as it moved up toward her body.
The first snake wound up wrapping itself securely around Consuela's tits, while the second wrapped itself around her stomach. She looked strange just standing there, with cobras draped around her always beautiful form.
"Okay, my dear, now start dancing, and make sure you shake those tits of yours but good," Vanderpool 's voice became electric with excitement. As a voyeur he could match Cliff anytime. Together they appreciated sex more than any other two men could.
Consuela, who no doubt was getting tired just standing in one place anyway, put her supple body to work wiggling back and forth. The snakes rode right along with her, shifting their forms around her tits and stomach. You could see her gradually turning on to what was happening, and before long that body of hers was wiggling with great rapidity, enjoying every movement.
"See, I told you you'd like it," Vanderpool nodded.
"Damned, I'm getting homey watching that cute ass in motion," Cliff laughed. His hard had swelled to full length. He was ready for some more sex.
"I'll bet you're great at throat-fucking," Vanderpool exclaimed.
"One of the best," Cliff grinned.
"You know what would be a gas? If you throat-fucked this gorgeous little honey while those snakes were draped over her body. She'll be getting the sensations from the crawling snakes while you were ramming your prick into her."
"You talk my kind of language," Cliff nodded.
"There's a wash room right behind you there," Vanderpool pointed toward a tiny cubicle not far from the couches we were lounging on. "You'd probably like to wash the juice out of that mare's cunt off you."
"Sure enough," Cliff assented.
Cliff disappeared into the wash room. I heard the water running. A few seconds later he was back, standing proud and tall in front of Consuela and her snakes. From the looks of the hard he was wearing I knew he was anxious for action.
"Go to it, tiger," Vanderpool lent encouragement.
"That's a delicious looking mouth," Cliff said.
He let his body drop slowly downward, the big cock pointing outward, carrying a message of anxiety with it. While the snakes continued scurrying around on top of Consuela's aroused body hard-cocked Cliff was determinedly forging his way inside her mouth.
He let his huge phallus filter in little by little, driving himself effectively, letting the passions build both within him as well as inside Consuela. Little by little he let cock drop inside her mouth, until he was in a commanding position, rocking his body back and forth fervently and feeding hot prick into her.
"You sure can throat-fuck," Vanderpool laughed commendably. "Yeah, you pump that ass just light."
Cliff stepped up his pace as Consuela's body wriggled to the accompaniment of his efforts. He drove himself searingly, determined to get his rocks off.
He was moving like a piston, pushing ever closer with each succeeding thrust. Finally he let out a huge sigh and the hot juice shot voluminously into her waiting mouth. Stand up, my dear," Vanderpool instructed Consuela after the suck was completed. "Stand very straight. Like a military officer." She followed his advice and the two snakes slithered rapidly down her legs and to the floor. "You see how well trained they are," he smiled with pride. Then he got on the phone again. "Yes, Edgar, you can come and get them. No, nothing more will be necessary."
Edgar came back and picked up the snakes. As they were wrapping themselves around his arms Vanderpool said: "Send Irma up with the champagne," Very good, sir," Edgar bowed. Moments later a dazzling buxom blonde wear-nothing but a beautiful smile walked in pushing a tray containing a magnum of champagne in ice cubes along with some empty glasses.
"Thank you, Irma," Vanderpool smiled, looking at her perfectly formed tits. "Your lover Gustav very passionate tonight."
"Oh, he's always that way. Isn't he a dear?"
"Yes, he is. That will be all for now, my love."
"Yes, sir," she bowed formally, wiggling her cute ass out of the room.
We proceeded to drink all of the champagne quickly as Vanderpool encouraged us to have all we wanted.
"You know, there's plenty more where that came from in our wine cellar," he assured us.
"This is about enough for me," Cliff said.
"Same her," Jackie commented.
"Fine. You be your own judges," Vanderpool said. "Just never let it be said that I treated you stingily."
"No way I'd ever say that," Cliff assured.
"I wanted this" to be a wonderful celebration after a wonderful little sex interlude. I can't tell you kids how much I've enjoyed this evening. It's made me turn back the clock to my own youth. In fact I feel so young now that I'm sure I'll make; another million in the next month or so. I just feeling it in my bones."
When we finished polishing off the champagne Vanderpool called Cliff over behind his desk. He pulled open a drawer and took out a check book, Cliff watched carefully from a standing position as Vanderpool wrote something on a check.
"Is that figure satisfactory?" Vanderpool asked Cliff calmly.
"Is it ever," Cliff gulped. "That's great, wonderful, generous of you. You never said you'd be giving us that much, but I'm glad that you changed your mind."
"I didn't know what a great bunch of people you were, or how much I would like you all before I met you. Now that I have and I've spent such a stimulating evening in your presence my sense of appreciation has been realized. Not only that but I've been thoroughly entertained. I've had a wonderful time of it, thanks to you wonderful people."
"Well thanks for asking us."
"Don't mention it."
Cliff was the closest to speechless that I ever saw him as we were shown to the elevator by Vanderpool personally, who shut the lights off in the recreation room. I I When we arrived on the first floor and exited the elevator our eyes focused on a stimulating sight on the rug. Irma the beautiful blonde was engaged in a vigorous round of sixty-nining with an equally beautiful brunette. They were lost in their own adventures, their bodies wiggling excitedly, as we walked past them and Vanderpool led us to the door.
"Those girls go from dawn till midnight," Vanderpool shook his head. "When they're not taking turns being humped by Gustav you can almost always find them like that, sixty-nining." "It keeps them looking nice and healthy," Cliff said.
"Yes, their bodies are both beautiful, and I'm sure the steady contact coupled with the soft living they get around this place are the important elements. You might not believe this, but every now and then I put my tongue to work on their snatches."
"No fooling?" Cliff laughed.
"I think we know each other pretty well," Vanderpool said.
"We should. We're both so much alike," I said.
He bid us good evening in the doorway. Then we headed back to the car, where our clothes were. We broke into a trot since there was a chilling wind cutting through the air.
Cliff never said a word while he was putting on his clothes. It was like he was still contemplating all that had happened, trying to make sense out of the bizarre yet wonderful evening. It was the first time I ever saw him that thrown over anything.
We got on our clothes, after which he started up the car. The electric gate opened automatically as we passed out of H. S. Vanderpool's enchanting nudist Utopia.
I knew what was on Consuela's and Jackie's minds. The same thing that was bugging me. Cliff had been astonished when Vanderpool handed him the check. The natural reaction would be why? How much was the check worth? That's what was dominating our minds.
It wasn't until Cliff was sailing along the freeway that Jackie finally worked up enough nerve to ask: "How much was that check for, baby?"
"You're not gonna believe this anymore than I did when he showed it to me," Cliff shook his head.
"Try us on for size," I said.
"Okay, girls. This check I'm carrying in my little old wallet is worth fifty thousand smackers."
"No kidding?" Consuela exclaimed. "No kidding. Split four ways, which is the only way I'd handle it since you girls did such a bang-up job, that's twelve thousand five hundred dollars apiece."
"I think I'm gonna faint, from joy of course," Jackie revealed.