Chapter 8
Slender fingers like white spiders crawled up Anne's trembling thighs. They cupped themselves over the tightly-clenched cheeks of her ass. Her touch fervent and loving, Jacqui shoved her face into Anne's cunt and ate greedily at it.
The cheerleader was slumped against the exercycle, her pussy full of pleasure and her head full of stars. What a come! It felt as if her pussy were trying to tie itself into knots.
Of their own accord her hips fucked her pussy back and forth against Jacqui's upturned, gobbling face. Slowly the fires of orgasm died away inside her pussy. When they'd dimmed to a dull spark deep in her belly, she pulled Jacqui's face gently from her cunt.
The librarian's face was soaked and dripping with Anne's cunt honey. It was frothed around her mouth like shaving cream. She ran her tongue around her lips and smiled up at her captor.
"I ... liked that," she husked. "Very much."
"Thank you." Anne said. "Now it's time for me to return the favor."
Jacqui's heart leapt with anticipation. Anne was going to eat her pussy! She herself had witnessed the erotic skills this big-boobed, black-haired cheerleader had employed on her nephew. Anne had a store of carnal knowledge far beyond her tender years! And something about the way she spoke and her naked, lovely body moved told Jacqui she was no more a stranger to delighting women pussies with oral love than she was to sucking cock!
Jacqui gazed hungrily at the wink of Anne's asshole as the girl turned round and bent over. The oozing slit of her pussy smiled at the librarian from the midst of a tangle of black pubic fur. A trickle of cunt juice drooled out of her gaping pussy and ran down her leg.
She finished tying the free end of the rope to the frame of the exercycle. The other end was still in a loose loop around Jacqui's neck. The prisoner didn't care by this point, all she cared about was Anne Roxbury plunging her face into her pussy as soon as possible!
Tits bouncing, Anne stood. "Help me with this, will you?" she asked her gangly accomplice. There was a set of weights resting near the bench on which Chuck and Martin had first raped Jacqui that afternoon. They were big ones, consisting of a heavy bar and Olympic standard forty-five pound weights the size of wheels. Grunting with exertion, Anne and Chuck manhandled the thing over to where Jacqui lay slumped against the cycle.
"Lift your sweet cheeks up, darling," Anne told her captive in honeyed tones. Drowsily, Jacqui obeyed. The fact that her body seemed to float on a sea of exotic relaxation did nothing to alter the fact that she was bursting with passion! Normally such a request, coming from her ingeniously cruel tormentor, would have alarmed her. Now, all she was concerned with was that nothing would keep the girl from getting down to the business of sucking her pussy as soon as possible!
She obeyed. Anne's tits jounced as the massive weights were dragged under Jacqui, so that she was draped across the bar with her hindquarter on one side and her small tits hanging down on the other. The bar was high enough so that Jacqui's butt was way up in the air, with her knees wide apart. Her own pussy was spread demandingly open, slavering cunt juice.
"Whew," Anne breathed. She let her fingers slide lightly down her prisoner's back. Jacqui stretched like a cat at the thrilling touch. She couldn't restrain a moan of naked lust.
"Is that your car up the block? The beat-up old Chevy?" Anne asked Chuck. "And is that Trooper in the back?"
"Yes," Chuck nodded, puzzled. Then his eyes gleamed. "Hey -- yeah, that's right! He is."
"Go get him won't you? While I keep our cunt-lapping librarian happy?"
Chuck smacked his lips. "Right!" He was gone like a shot, pulling on his clothes as he went.
Who Trooper was, Jacqui had not the foggiest notion. Probably some other friend of Martin's from Walter Williams High, like Chuck or Anne. Well, by this time Jacqui didn't care if Chuck was going to bring the New York Knicks in to watch Anne Roxbury suck her cunt. They could all take a crack at her themselves when the cheerleader was finished, as horny as she was. "Oh, hurry," she sighed, pressing her cheek against the carpet.
With a thump Anne dropped to her knees beside Jacqui's upturned ass. She bent over and kissed it, right at the top of the spread-out crease between her buns. Jacqui shuddered with delighted anticipation. Anne ran her lips teasingly down the crack of her captive's ass. The smell of watering cunt greeted her distended nostrils as she kissed her way down the woman's ass. She ran her tongue-tip in a wet swirl around Jacqui's asshole, eliciting a low growl of pleasure. Then she stuck her tongue out and lapped it along the librarian's pussy gash.
Martin sat stiffly in his chair. His prick was as stiff as his back. He may have been boiling with suppressed rage against his cruel and treacherous girlfriend. But watching his own aunt slowly get turned on while being forced to eat cunt -- and now witnessing the spectacle of Anne unleashing the full power of her passion on the older woman -- was almost too much to bear!
He wished with all his heart that his hands were free. Not so that he could overpower the naked raven-headed slut and overpower her while her helper was gone -- but so that he could wrap his fingers around his painfully-throbbing cock and jack off, to release the incredible pressure building up in the boiler of his balls.
Anne ran her tongue back and forth along Jacqui's dripping slit till it was lathered with cunt sauces. Then she took hold of the woman's bare ass and dug in. Her lips and teeth worked furiously on the pendulous pussy lips while her tongue worked black magic along the entire length of Jacqui Hyde's cunt slot.
The nude librarian was in seventh heaven. What a wealth of sweet sensation flooded into her pussy. Anne Roxbury gobbling her cunt was a delight she felt from the tips of her toes to the roots of her shiny hair!
Lesbian or not, the cheerleader's expert cunt eating was driving her crazy. It was an experience unlike any she'd ever had. She thought back to the tongue-lashing her nephew had given her pussy -- was it just two days ago? -- in the bathroom of the sprawling house. She had imagined that was the most wonderful sensation her cunt would ever encounter. But she was wrong!
It wasn't that Anne's oral attack on her drooling cunt was better than Martin's had been. It was just ... different. Deliciously so! Her amber eyes closed blissfully.
Noisily Anne slurped at Jacqui's pussy. The vengeful cheerleader had to admit the older woman had just about the sweetest little honey-pot of a cunt she'd ever put her mouth to -- and she'd had her face buried in a lot of snatches, in those of half the female teachers and every cheerleader at old Walter Williams.
Her own twat, so recently and so well eaten itself, was beginning to slobber unashamedly down her flawless thighs. But it wasn't just the carnal joy of dining on her captive's cunt that made her pussy overflow with delight. It was the thought of what would happen when Chuck got back with Trooper!
The brunette didn't even give a thought to the possibility that Chuck Farley wouldn't return. He would be every bit as eager as she was to see what would happen when Jacqui met Trooper!
Serenely unaware of what Anne had in store for her, Jacqui lay with her cheek against the floor and reveled in every little nuance of sensation in her cunt. There were a lot of them. Anne's educated mouth seemed to be doing a dozen delicious things to the librarian's snatch at once!
Steps rang hollowly down the stairwell. Chuck was returning from his trip outside. Accompanying the youthful security guard was a peculiar scrabbling noise that made Martin Reinhard cock his head and listen, frowning.
With her face against the carpet and her pussy full of joy, Jacqui was unaware anything was going on. Anne, her full red lips wrapped around a succulent mouthful of cunt, heard Chuck coming. Her blue eyes glittered.
Eyes fixed religiously on the lewd scene being enacted before him, Martin only spared a reflexive glance over his shoulder as Chuck emerged from the stairwell. He was looking back at Anne and Jacqui, watching the voluptuous little brunette delicately stretching Jacqui's cunt flaps between her teeth, with her lips over them to keep them from abrading the twat lips. Then he froze as something he'd seen registered in his brain. With the hairs prickling at the back of his neck, he turned his head and looked back at Chuck.
He got a good look at what was with Chuck, "Oh my God!" he bit out, and then words failed him. His jaw worked soundlessly. Chuck, prepared for the occasion, stepped forward and stuffed a handkerchief into Martin's mouth. "Mmmmmmmph," the young man growled, chewing the rag. His green eyes bugged out in horror.
Kneeling behind Jacqui's upthrust ass, Anne redoubled her eating of the librarian's tasty cunt. Her tongue streaked maddeningly up and down the moist crack of her pussy, then the girl bent her head back and thrust her chin forward, her tongue straining to touch the pearly button of Jacqui's clit.
The eager tongue seemed to strike sparks of sheer pleasure inside Jacqui's cunt "oooooooooh!" she cried. Her ass began leaping around as though it had a life of its own. Her pussy lips slobbered all over Anne's nose as though trying to swallow it.
The bound woman's bare ass was bucking like a bronco storming out of the chute. Determinedly, Anne clung to her captive's thighs with both hands. Somehow she kept her mouth in position, fastened like a lamprey on the sucking, salivating pussy, her tongue punching incessantly at the swollen nerve-rich node of her clit.
Lightning played up and down Jacqui's spine. Her shoulders heaved as she writhed under an electrical storm of sexual pleasure. With her body tilting down from where her butt was propped up by the bar of the weights, her small cone-shaped tits hung down so just the very tip of the swollen, finger-like nipples came in contact with the carpeted floor of the basement. The slightest motion of her naked body made the nipples scrape over the rough surface. The sensation made her jugs seem to swell like balloons, all but bursting with ecstasy.
"Eat me!, Suck my pussy good!" she cried happily. "You know how to do it, baby! Oh God, I'm about to come -- don't stop tonguing my pussy! Don't ever stop!"
Anne's tongue traced wet circles around the throbbing clit. Her eyes drank in the swell of Jacqui's ass cheeks, the saucy pertness of her asshole, the bearded pussy mouth gaping to kiss hers in a fragrant, oily embrace. Almost ready, she thought. Her own heartbeat pounded in her ears. She was almost as horny as the captive librarian!
Her tongue tweaked the straining clit, once, twice, again. It was like sticking an electric cattle prod up the woman's pussy. Jacqui's knees came off the floor as an overwhelming jolt of sensation smashed into her pussy, and then the first ring-tight contraction of climax was roaring the length of her brimming cunt like a runaway locomotive in the Holland Tunnel.
"Ahhh! Ngaaaahhhhh! I can feel it -- I'm coming! Oh dear God, I'm coming too hard -- can't stand it! I -- I -- aaiiiEEEEEEEE!"
Anne rode Jacqui's climaxing body like a rodeo rider. For what she had in mind, the bound woman had to be carried along helplessly, mindlessly, ecstatically, from the crest of one come to the next. And Anne knew how to do it like no one else!
Climax after shattering climax pounded into Jacqui's snatch. Her mouth was open in soundless cry of ultimate delight. A little trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth.
She felt Anne's tongue, lashing her cunt the way the girl had lashed her bare butt with the jump-rope. The cheerleader's tongue whipped her cunt honey to a fine froth. Then it suddenly withdrew. Even as still another orgasm shook her, Jacqui moaned in disappointment.
And then the tongue was lapped her again. Oh God, how nice it felt! It wasn't probing the depths of her saucy cunt now, though. It was lapping in long, slobbering strokes across the hairy clam of her pussy. Every cool touch of that tongue sent fresh spasms of delight rampaging through her pussy.
Something icy cold was prodding against her asshole. What's that? Part of her wondered, while another part said -- who cares?
Then the tongue went away and a crushing weight came down on her rounded buns. Something like a fuzzy vise clamped about her waist. A cool, slick hardness prodded into her, the thick outer twat lips, then drove home into juicy cavern between her legs.
The next thing Jacqui Hyde knew, a stiff cock was fucking in and out of her joyous snatch like no cock she'd ever felt before! It fucked her with the speed and power of a jackhammer, so that her chest seemed constricted and her heart thudded with the approach of a thunderous orgasm. She gasped in time to the furious cock-strokes, reveling in the feel of pubic fur rasping her smiling butt.
A little warning light blinked on in her brain. It was impossible, as totally, erotically good as she felt, but all at once she knew it -- something was wrong. Saliva began pelting the small of her back like scalding rain.
A point of coldness grew in her belly. She turned her head around, to look over her white shoulder up the slope of her trim, bare back. Her amber eyes flew open.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she howled, her scream sharp as a razor in the confines of the basement rec room. "God, NO! Not a DOG!"
But it was. Leering at her as he gripped her by the middle and fucking his short sharp prick furiously into her soaking pussy, was a huge, red-tan and tawny Doberman Pinscher. His eyes were glowing beacons of unnatural lust. Muscles surged and rippled beneath his slick hide.
Jacqui threw her ass from side to side, trying desperately to dislodge the unclean beast that was raping her. Her stomach boiled with nausea. A dog! A loathsome, disgusting, vile animal was fucking his stiff cock in and out of her pussy!
It was the ultimate horror -- the ultimate degradation. Jacqui cursed the black-haired fiend of the plentiful boobs and milk-white skin, who stood by laughing and clapping her hands like a delighted schoolgirl with a new toy. Anne Roxbury was a devil in lovely human form, an evil genius who had engineered this most obscene of defilements for the woman she thought was her rival for Martin's affections. And then Jacqui screamed again, a cry like a lost soul, as the realization of what her captor had done to her hit her fully.
Anne had timed to perfection the introduction of the huge canine now so wantonly raping the captive's snatch. The worst, most terrible thing of all the things she had done to her lovely prisoner was not what she was making the dog do to Jacqui -- it was what she was making Jacqui's libido do to her!
Because the truth was that Jacqui's animal-invaded cunt was betraying her. She was getting turned on by the hellishly fast pumping of Trooper's dog prick!
Like a wildman, Martin strained and struggled at his bonds. His jaws working around the gag in his mouth, he garbled out curses, threats, promises of ghastly retribution against the raven-haired harlot and her treacherous helper. His muscles knotted into enormous swelling bunches, but he could not break free of the tape that held him. A small, sharp protrusion of metal at the back of the rowing-machine chair had gashed his arm. He felt the wet stickiness of his own blood on his skin.
The stabbing canine cock sent flashes of pleasure into Jacqui's cunt even as the woman's mind rebelled. She got her hands under her and tried to push up, to throw off the dreadful hound that was riding her, fucking her -- violating her. The rope around her neck stopped her with a jerk that made her fall forward, gasping and choking.
And then she was lost. Her lust took control of her mind as well as her traitor body. She gave one last, tortured moan, and then with a wrenching roll of her plushy-padded hips began to fuck the Doberman back for all she was worth.
Trooper's pale eyes seemed to bug from his narrow skill. His prick had never been plugged into a cunt anything like this before! Of course, he'd never fucked a human female before. In fact, he'd had no intention of fucking the captive when he trotted into the basement. He'd only approached the woman out of curiosity -- and then the smell and taste of ripe, ready cunt had hit his sensitive nerves, and he'd been so horny he could barely stand it!
"Haha!" cried Anne, tossing her head with delight. "We've found you a lover that really suits you, bitch! Yes, that's what you are -- no better than an animal! Fuck him, fuck your doggy friend. Let him fill your nasty cunt with his canine come!"
Martin's lips curled back in a grimace of nausea. The jaybird-naked cheerleader was gloating obscenely. Chuck stood licking his thick lips, with his hose-like cock bulging out the front of his trousers. He'd get those two, Martin promised himself.
Lewd squelching sounds filled the room. The short fur on Trooper's belly was soaked with aromatic pussy sauces. The odor of Jacqui's pussy drove him on almost as much as the feel of her oily cunt wrapping itself greedily around his plunging prick!
Anne was right, though. Jacqui was an animal at this moment! The only thought in her mind was to fuck and be fucked by this fantastically powerful, fantastically macho dog. "Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, yes, yes -- fuck me hard!" The churning of her hips and the fervent squeezing of her agile cunt urged the dog to do just that.
He did. Without a break in the rhythm of his fucking, his cock pulsed once and began spitting huge amounts of yellowish jism deep in to Jacqui's cunt. His long pink tongue lolled over his teeth. He huffed, and his hind feet started coming off the floor with every thrust as he hunched his spewing cock ever deeper into that human twat.
His stinging canine sperm acted like a catalyst. When she felt it searing her cunt tube, Jacqui Hyde yelped like a dog herself and came so hard she squirted Trooper's scarlet prick right out of her cunt in a rush of oils. He stuck it right back into her, though, poling away as the spasmodic contractions of the woman's cunt milked his prick dry.
Bright points of light whirled behind Jacqui's eyelids. A great red light seemed to pulse in her skull, to the tempo of her gut-wrenching climax. Her fingernails dug into her palms. Overriding everything was the feeling of that immense dog fucking his come with unrelenting energy into her grasping, hot cunt.