Harriett was furious with herself, with Ike, with life in general. Her plan for exposing Kim and winning over Curt had been ruined when Ike answered the door at the party. If it had been anyone else, Curt would have got the one glimpse that would have destroyed his love for his too-beautiful wife and given Harriett the leverage she needed. Of course, she would probably have been summarily fired, but then Curt would have created a scene and got fired too and they could go away together. Maybe. The reality of it was that Harriett would have given up the job gladly for a chance to spend her life with Curt.
But she didn't plan on giving up yet. And this time she would be there first, before Ike could slam the door in her face.
Picking up the phone she dialled Curt's office and felt that familiar thrill when she heard his voice.
"How's the best lover in the U.S.?" she crooned.
"Tired," Curt said. "Too much you-know-what."
"Didn't you get any sleep last night?"
"Not enough." He paused. "She was asleep when I got home last night and I left before she woke up this morning. I didn't have to make any excuses for last night."
"Don't you think she missed you?"
"I haven't talked to her yet. She's a wonderful girl the best. I don't like deceiving her."
"What would you do if she'd been at that party last night when we got there?"
Curt snorted. "She'd never be caught dead at a party like that. She's practically the Virgin Mary."
"But," Harriett asked, "what if she was? What if she had been in there fucking one of those men? And you caught her? What if she had been that blond in the middle of the floor with those two blacks?"
Curt laughed. "I'd kill her, of course. I'd kick her ass all the way back to Kansas. I'm not working my head off to support that kind of a slut." He paused. "Fat chance. So what? What's on your mind."
Harriett smiled, happy to know what she had wanted to know.
"So, how'd you like to see a beautiful yacht? A hundred footer? Think you'd like to see a real rich man's boat?"
"Sure, why not? Have you got one?"
"I know someone who does."
"Really?" Curt seemed uninterested. "You have a friend whose mother-in-law's cousin owns a yacht."
"Don't be sarcastic, honey-bun. He's one of the clients. From Africa. The one you picked up at the airport two days ago. He's come over on a huge pleasure yact and he's leaving tomorrow. We can visit this afternoon. Have a good time in the summer sun. Who wants to spend all day in the office?"
"Yeah, well what about my job?"
"What job? Tomorrow you move to a new office. Next week you're off to Colombia. Meanwhile you're marking time. Take the afternoon off with me. You won't be missed today."
Curt hesitated. "Harriett, I'm a married man. I feel bad about this. I've been spending more time with you than with my wife."
"Don't worry, Curt. It won't last long. I promise you that."
Curt missed the double meaning. "All right. You talked me into it. But I don't want to be home late again tonight. I just can't treat the girl like that."
"Don't worry. This will be the last time you have to fib to your little wifey."
Curt said, "When do we leave, then?"
Two hours later the motorboat carrying Harriett and Curt drew up beside the most incredible craft the young man had ever seen. They were keeping it anchored well out at sea, for some reason, Curt observed. But that ensured some privacy for any possible orgy they could want get going like last night's. The only word for this thing was "pleasure yacht."
The crew members appeared to be acquainted with Harriett so they gave them everything she asked for from drinks to towels to suntan lotion. They went up onto the top deck and sunned themselves nude. Harriett gave Curt a wonderful massage and was finishing off with an all-over tongue bath when she suddenly stood up and looked back toward the mainland. He gazed admiringly up at her nakedness.
She looked down. "We're going to have to get out of sight. It looks like someone's coming out in the motorboat."
Curt was angry that she had put him in this position. "You mean we're not supposed to be here, and you brought me out here?"
Harriett smiled confidently. "Nothing to worry about. They're coming out for a business meeting or something and we weren't invited. But we can always go into one of the cabins. They won't know we're here, and when they leave we can come out and have some fun again."
Curt shook his head and stood up. Far off, he could see the approaching speedboat. In fact, there were three of them, loaded with people. Men and women. Curt smiled. Another orgy. Well, he hadn't been invited, but at least he could watch. He thought he could make out people with long hair in the distant boats. That meant the tarts were on their way with the men.
Harriett knew that Kim would be on one of the boats with some of the men coming now. The main event would be going on in an hour or so. She also knew that she didn't want Curt to see Kim arrive, didn't want him to see her at all until she was in a very bad position, until he could see her in the act and there would be no doubt in his mind about what kind of slut he was married to.
The lovely, naked redhead took him by the hand and led him into the top cabin. In a moment he had forgotten his snit and was moaning in ecstasy as her mouth slicked over his young, virile cock. She should be able to keep him quiet for at least an hour or so this way, she was thinking, if not put him to sleep until the real antics began.
A brawny, body-builder type with black hair helped Sue and Kim up from the motorboat onto the yacht. Kim was filled with wonder at the size and luxury of the craft that appeared to have more floorspace than all the combined apartments in the building where she lived. It had two sundecks, a huge living room, and who knew how many bedrooms. It was a floating palace, something one would not expect a government minister from Zimbabwe, a landlocked country, to be using. But then Kim knew that below decks were tons of ivory from poor slaughtered elephants, and who knew how much cocaine. But the beauty of the yacht, and the sun, and the sea, made Kim feel lightheaded and somehow cheerful. Someone pushed one of Ike's strong screwdrivers into her hand and Kim took a long draught of the sweet, clean-tasting drink. Sue asked for a Singapore Sling and it was immediately given to her.
The two girls walked over and sat side by side on a pair of very comfortable deck chairs. Leaning over to Kim, Sue said, "Now you can see where these people are at. You don't get a boat like this waiting tables."
"I'm a bit frightened," Kim said. "All the contraband is right below us. What if they get busted while we're here. How would I explain it to Curt?"
"You'll tell him they invited you saying that he was going to be here."
"That's a pretty flimsy excuse." Kim grimaced and said disgustedly, "Sue, what am I doing here? This morning I got up and swore I wasn't going to get into this situation again, and here I am, surrounded by these dirty bastards on a yacht full of cocaine."
"Shhhh," Sue cautioned her. "Remember you don't know anything about that. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
"That's easy for you to say, relax and enjoy myself. You don't have a husband you love."
Sue shook her head. "Well, I'm going over and introduce myself to Bernard. This will probably be my last chance." Sue got up and, very seductively, walked across the deck, and stood in front of Khumalo, who smiled and put his big arm around her. Kim watched her talking to him, cheering her on silently. Keep him away from me, please, Kim thought. I don't want that big thing near me again.
Kim saw the man who had helped her aboard. He was dressed strangely, a bit like an executionar of medieval times, a leather girdle about his waist, leather, studded gauntlets. He looked like the winner of a body-building contest, his hairless skin glistening with either sweat or oil, sculpted muscles bulging. In his hand he held a leash attached to the collar of a huge, tawny-coated dog. The dog was a splendid creature, as leanly muscled as his owner, with heavy jowls and a short tail. Kim had never seen such a dog before. He came strolling by and the dog turned aside to lick at Kim's bare knees.
Kim stroked his lovable, fierce face. "What kind of a dog is this?" she asked the big man who appeared to be in his late twenties. "I've never seen one like this before."
The big black-haired man smiled. "He's an English dog, a bull mastiff. Very dangerous, when he needs to be. Very strong. It takes a very strong man to hold him in tow."
"Really? He looks very strong. He won't hurt me, will he?"
The big man smiled. "Not if you treat him right. These dogs are known for jumping up on a man to knock him down, then going at him with his teeth. One of the world's fiercest killers. And he can be trained for other things too."
"Oh?" Kim said curiously, stroking the beautiful male animal's flank. "What other things?"
The big man smiled and just led the dog away, which seemed to want stay with Kim. Kim was wishing the dog would stay, and keep the men away from her.
Most of the girls from the night before were on the yacht, and there were a few more that Kim had never seen before. Of course, fat Henry Manson was there, his presence reminding Kim of the time just forty-eight hours before when he had lain atop her, feeding his penis to that all too hungry mouth between her legs. Everywhere she looked there was a man who had had her. Morey, bald and disgusting, even now ogling her as she sat in her sunsuit, drinking her screwdriver and trying to appear aloof. She could see that Sue was doing very well with Bernard, her arm around his waist, while he whispered in her ear. Sue laughed at the last comment. Sue was having a good time.
Sophia started dancing to the music coming over the stereo speakers, all alone, while people went about their conversations in much the same way as they had at the beginning of the party the night before. Sophia was moving like a sensuous serpent, drawing all eyes as she jerked her hips in rhythm to the recorded drums. Suddenly she spun and chasseed her way over to Kim, taking the blonde's hands and pulling her out in the middle of the area where she had been dancing while Kim shook her head and then ended up dancing awkwardly, giggling shyly, and hoping no one was watching.
Kim had studied dancing all during high school, but in these circumstances she felt that she had feet of lead. At the end of the song, Kim tried to leave the "stage" and go inside, but suddenly Ike was standing there with that big, murderous smile on his face.
"Keep dancing, Kimmy," he said softly. "Everyone likes watching you."
Kim walked back out by Sophia and began dancing again, and since she knew they expected her to do it and that they wanted her to do it well, she began to move in the way she had learned in her jazz dancing classes and had performed in some of the recitals she had participated in. She knew how to move her legs, hips, torso, and arms, and before long she had upstaged Sophia so well that Sophia, smiling, dropped back to watch. She dropped down into the splits, rolled over and came to her feet, the rich mound of her pubis stretching the thin material of her sunsuit and creasing it into her vaginal slit. The way she moved, her breasts were accentuated, and they jiggled enticingly before all the men. After a few songs, she stopped to cool off and someone gave her another screwdriver and Sue came over and gave her a puff from some odd-tasting cigarette. She had had several puffs at Sue's urging before she realised it was actually marijuana she was smoking.
Bernard came over and stood beside her, rubbing her plump bottom. "It's African cannabis. The best in the world." He smiled broadly. "You're quite a dancer, little lady."
Kim returned his smile. "It was my hobby in high school. I won a contest once."
"You're winning here," Bernard said, kissing her on the mouth. He turned and saw the look of disappointment on Sue's face and said to her, "Don't worry, Sue. You're with me today. It's not every day you meet someone at a party who really wants to be with you." He reached down and gave Sue's pussy a gentle pat.
Sue smiled. "You dance like a professional, Kim," Sue said, pushing her crotch against Khumalo's thigh. "Keep it up."
Someone put another record on, one with a heavy, Latin rhythm, and then Ike was there, pushing her out on the deck again and giving her bottom a loving pat that was more like a stroke. Sophia was there dancing beside her, and then they sent a redhead about Kim's age out there so that the three of them were dancing side by side, an assortment of lovely women of three different hair colors.
At times like this, Kim truly resented the size of her breasts, for each movement of her body caused them to heave and they really got in her way. She would have been a professional dancer if not for the size of them, but then, Curt liked them exactly the way they were, and he had always been more important than dancing. Now, as the marijuana took effect on her mind, she moved with more abandon, a girl on each side of her, shaking their behinds seductively while the men commented and cheered them on in their jaded way. Sue was snuggled up to Bernard, who had taken off his shirt and stood enjoying the warm rays of the sun on his skin.
The big, black-haired man stood by while the huge dog sat quietly on his haunches. Everything seemed so pleasant today, the sun, the sea, the company even seemed less predatory. The only thing strange was that Herculean character with his killer dog.
Sophia began slowly unbuttoning her shirt, making sure that the men paid attention to every button she released, drawing their eyes to it with motions of her hands. Kim watched out of the corner of her eye, smiling and laughing when the men began to cheer each button that popped free of its hole. She finally got the shirt off and flung it at the bartender and danced around in a circle in just her bra. Kim was laughing and dancing more vigorously, now really having a good time, whether because of the marijuana or because she actually was beginning to like all these people, she did not know.
Why should she feel shy after all? Nearly everyone here had seen her stark naked and having sexual intercourse with several men just the evening before. She had nothing to hide that they hadn't seen before.
The girl with the red hair was removing her top as Sophia was shedding her bra. The brunette shook her tits from side to side, then up and down, her hands on her hips. The redhead had her hands cupped under her smaller breasts, squeezing them forward, and one of the men hooted good-naturedly. She shook her head, making her flaming hair fly, fighting for the attention that seemed to gravitate to Kim.
So there Kim found herself dancing between two bare-breasted girls, and she knew what everyone expected of her. She was well aware that she was the center-piece of the party, the one everyone expected the most dazzling display from, just as it had been last night. She didn't want to, though she felt loose and relaxed and somehow happy. She didn't want to show her breasts this way, but there stood Ike Harvey, smiling broadly, and holding something in his hand as he nodded at her in a gesture that meant "go ahead." Kim tried to focus her eyes, eyes that sparkled with the effects of the drug she had been given to smoke, and saw that what Ike held in his hand was a video tape. A reminder, tacit though unmistakable, that she had to do whatever he wished.
Kim brought her hands up to the front of her sunsuit and slowly pushed the top button through its hole. She felt that with this act, which amounted to a strip tease, she was re-initiating the whole scene from last night, the nakedness, the loss of her innocence, the dirt that had become her existence. Her revulsion turned to anger and she reacted by thrusting her hips forward, her feet planted wide, and leaning back so that the crotch of her suit rode up and outlined her mons and wisps of blond hair could be seen against each thigh. Her eyes stayed trained on that video tape in Ike's hand while she fumbled with another button, and when her nervous fingers had trouble, she took the lapels of the suit and tore them apart, sending the big, blue buttons flying in all directions. Her tits jiggled before the eyes of all present as she shrugged the top part of the suit backward so that it flopped down in back, and Kim was naked to the waist, her magnificent, round, firm melons bouncing with each erotic, graceful movement she made, the pink nipples erecting under the caress of the sun and the attention of these dissolute, powerful men.
As a sheen of perspiration broke out on her big, jiggling tits, Kim found herself wrapped in the men's attention. Sophia, seeking to win them back began removing her shorts, as did the redhead. Panties followed shorts to the deck and the men's eyes were drawn to the black and red pubic bushes of the two totally naked women who spread their legs, shaking their private parts in front of the men. To outdo the redhead, Sophia reached down and spread her vaginal lips, treating them to a brief glimpse of her red little clitoris. The redhead Sally, as Kim recollected met that by turning her back and bending deep at the waist, reaching back and spreading her buttocks. The audience screamed its appreciation.
Now Kim could see what was expected of her and she balked for just a moment. She could see it was all happening again in spite of this morning's resolve, in spite of what she had tried to do to sink this ship before she was brought to this point again. Her call to the FBI this morning had been a waste of time and she wondered what she would do now to save herself from a life of this kind of exploitation. She knew she couldn't keep it from Curt forever.
But that was in the future. Now, she had to do what Ike told her to do. He was standing there, holding the video tape, frowning in a way that told her she had waited too long to follow the other girls' lead. With a sigh of resignation she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of the sunsuit and skimmed it down to her knees, wiggling artistically until the suit had puddled around her ankles. She moved wildly now in her light-blue panties, knowing they could see her pubic hair through the material, and that they were looking at it, aching to see that hole that had pleasured so many cocks the evening before. She turned her back so that they could look at her plump, quivering buttocks as they shifted and bounced and shook with her movements, and then, to the surprise of everyone, including herself, she grabbed them and tore them away from her loins, shredding the material and leaving her completely naked. A gasp of pleasant astonishment arose and Kim turned to face them, noting the broad smile of approval on Ike's face. Kim smiled, her perfect teeth flashing in the sunlight. How I hate him, Kim thought.
Kim began to dance as never before, feeling freer than ever, all at once like an ocean wave rolling toward the shore. She was the center of attention and she began to revel in it, pushing her moistening pussy forward, thinking how stupid they were that they should give her so much money for this like the two thousand dollars Ike had put in her purse last night when she left. Look at my pussy, you ugly old men, she thought. You'd never see one if you weren't rich from dirty deals and crime and drugs. My husband got it by being a fine man, not by blackmail.
Kim felt her head getting lighter as the marijuana deepened in her senses and she dropped into the splits, then rolled back onto her shoulders and spread her legs wide. The men ylled and the girls screamed and Kim thought, Go ahead and look, you bastards. So what. Most of you have had your cocks in it. See it again and give me another thousand dollars.
Kim rolled over, her legs split wide to the sides, and then she touched her forehead to the deck. She stayed that way for a moment, thinking, What next?
When the music ended and she sat up again, her question was answered. Sophia and Sally were next to her, their arms around her, hands on her tits and pussy and tongues in her ears. They were sitting on her legs stretched out to the sides and she was powerless to move from that position with her legs pinned that way and her cunt plastered to the deck. Sally's mouth covered hers and Sophia's lips fastened on a nipple, sucking hard. The girls' pussies were wet on her thighs, as if they had been as aroused by her performance as the men. Kim tried to wriggle free, but grew tired as the darts of arousal shot through her when Sally's fingers found the sensitive bud of her clit.
Sophia felt her weakening and said to Sally, "Let's get her on her back."
They lifted their wet cunts from Kim's legs and pushed her back and before she could move, Sophia's arms were under her thighs and her mouth was nibbling at the blonde's open cunt. Kim squirmed in this Lesbian embrace, but Sally helped hold her and sucked her vulnerable tits. All Kim could do was flap her arms like a beached whale.
Sue was getting down to her skin, Kim could see, as well as all the other girls, stripping and running around, tossing glasses of ice at each other, laughing, and, of course, watching what Sally and Sophia were doing to Kim.
Yes, Sue was naked as the day of her birth, entwined around the black body of Bernard Khumalo, who was stripped to some French bathing trunks which did nothing to conceal the massive bulk of his penis. Go for it, Sue, Kim thought. Keep it away from me. I don't want it stretching my little pussy again, not that or any other than Curt's.
Oh, Curt!
Sophia's mouth at her cunt knew exactly what it was doing. No man could stimulate a woman the way a woman could. She knew which buttons to push, which areas to stimulate. The tongue delved just inside the opening, laving upward toward her clit, then rapidly tapped at that sensitive bit of female flesh. It found all her openings, all her private orifices that no woman had ever touched before, nor any man but her husband up until a few days ago, nor anyone at all up until three months ago. Kim was astonished at how far she had come in just a short time.
Sue led Bernard Khumalo over to the chaise next to where Kim was laid out beneath the two women. Before they sat down, she pushed Khumalo's trunks down and grasped his giant cock, jacking it up and down, smiling with joy that she had finally got her hands on that black staff of joy. Her mouth watered as she saw the oil leaking from the tip and Bernard lay back while her mouth opened wide and took in four inches of it. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling her pussy juicing up. Bernard was quite accustomed to having a girl give up quickly on sucking his cock, so when Sue took her mouth from the head of his penis and began jerking his cock up and down with both hands while licking his big, potent balls, he mentally approved of her ingenuity. He felt her rubbing her dripping cunt up and down on his shin and decided it was time to give her what she undoubtedly wanted. Grasping her under her arms, he raised her up, kissing her mouth and then lifting her over his cock. Sue directed it toward her needful pussy and sighed.
"Oh, Bernard!" she moaned, digging her nails into his chest. "It's so big! So wonderfully huge!" Sue squirmed her buttocks in spiralling circles downward until it was all the way inside her and she cried with joy. "Oh, Bernard!"
Kim looked up, seeing the joy on Sue's face, and visions of the night before flashed on her. Same people, same orgy. Only perhaps a bit different. What was worse, two other women performing this perverted act upon her, or having strange men putting their cocks into her? Nevertheless, the fire of arousal was growing in her loins and she squirmed her hips while Sophia lapped at her wet cunt. Oh, when would it ever end? She knew, however, that she didn't want it to end right now. It felt so very, very good. Everywhere around her now, people were indulging themselves and feeling very, very good.
Looking up, the teenaged bride found the muscular, black-haired man standing over her with his dog. He knelt down and gently nudged Sally aside, giving her the leash that restrained the dog. He knelt over her and kissed her, long and deep on the lips, his tongue moving warmly into her mouth. Kim, grateful to be touching a man in a natural way, put her arms around his neck and kissed him back deeply, while he palmed her tits and squeezed her nipples with his fingers.
Sally held the leash, but the dog was much too strong for her to restrain. He went where he wanted to. With very little effort he nudged Sophia aside and went straight for the gentle feminine scent of Kim's hot vagina, the vagina he had smelled and hungered for when she had first come aboard. He sniffed at the blond pelt and nuzzled the pink slit with his nose, longing to taste the juices he had been trained to desire. His long canine tongue unfurled itself against her vulva and licked at the throbbing clitoris. He loved the way the lovely female jerked at the touch and mewled in unspeakable pleasure. Kim felt the strange tongue lapping at the genitals, and wondered who it might be, if not Sophia. The big, strong man kept her pinned down, squeezing her breasts, his face against hers. But the new tongue felt so good as it laved her crotch from anus to clitoris. In a natural reaction to the ecstasy it was giving her, she opened her legs wide and raised her knees.
Sue was completely absorbed in fucking Bernard, sliding her incredibly stretched cunt up and down the black, pleasure-giving shaft. So completely absorbed, in fact, that she did not notice what almost everyone else around her was watching. It was a wildly obscene sight to see, the beautiful blond girl being kissed by the herculean giant while a fierce dog lapped at her pussy between her uplifted thighs. The dog crouched low, as if feeding from his dish, slavering at the girl's sweet, female hole.
The big man rolled the girl over on her stomach, and knelt before her, undoing the cod-piece that covered his long cock. He pulled her up to her hands and knees and pushed his cock against her full, babydoll lips. Kim, her body quivering with arousal, opened her mouth and let the tangy length of his penis slide across her tongue. She relaxed her throat muscles and let him push it all the way into her throat. Had her mouth not been full of cock, Kim would have cheered. She could take it all, the whole cock, and she began sucking happily while the strange, pleasure-giving tongue returned to her gaping vaginal slit. She wiggled her ass backward, widening her knees in a natural reaction to that beautiful, loving tongue that sliced upward between the puffy lips of her cunt, sending spears of unbelievable joy through her softening loins. The tongue seemed long and wide, starting at the base of her belly, slithering up across her pulsating clitoris and leaking pussy hole, across that smooth flesh above her cunt and over her so sensitive anus that had been so soundly fucked the night before.
The long cock of the big man snaked in and out of her wet, buttery mouth, the head pulling at the inside of her lips, then sliding back into her throat, nearly cutting off her breath. Kim played her tongue along the underside of the shaft in a way that became easier and more expert with each moment.
Sue, her legs locked on Bernard's hips, plunged her hungry cunt up and down on the huge, black shaft, her tits flying up and down. She was approaching a wonderful orgasm, the kind that she could only have with a big cock like this one inside her. Wanting to somehow share the moment with the friend who had made this joy possible, she turned her head, searching with smokey eyes for Kim. She found Kim in the most unbelievable position she could possibly imagine. The girl knelt before the body-builder, one hand supporting her weight on the deck, the other cradling his balls while she rocked forward and back, swallowing the full length of that hard member. The most incredible thing was that she was lifting her pussy up to be licked and slavered over by the man's huge dog, who himself had a massive red, hard cock jutting down from beneath his belly.
Under other circumstances, Sue would have drawn the line there, would have grabbed Kim, slapped her face, and pulled her to safety, away from all this. But the cock in her cunt and the pleasure in her loins would not let her do anything but gape, sliding her burning femaleness up and down Bernard's masterful cock. How could Kim allow this to happen? The marijuana couldn't be that strong. Sue couldn't think, however. She could only go on pursuing her own orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Bernard," she hissed. "Just fuck me good."
Harriett looked down at a dozing Curt while the festivities mounted to a climax, or rather many climaxes, watching for the right moment to rouse Curt. Just twenty feet away she could see a wildly aroused young blond sucking the big man's cock while his specially trained dog licked her pink-lined vaginal slit and the clear secretions dribbled down the insides of her thighs. Harriett noticed the way she jerked her cunt lewdly backward at the dog's snout, seemingly unable to get enough of the faithfully lapping tongue that laved her most private orifices. The girl's entire body undulated with graceful, sensual movements, as her hips circled and the buttocks quivered with a growing urgency. It wasn't quite time yet, however. Harriett wanted Curt to see her with a strange cock drubbing in and out of her hot little pussy.
Harriett had seen the special act performed by Big John and Stud as the man and his dog were called and she knew how it would progress. She knew, as she saw Big John grasp young Kim's head and begin stabbing his long cock savagely into her face, that he was nearing his climax, and the second stage of the act was about to begin. Now was the time to start rousing Curt.
Kim felt Big John's hands around her head and his bush of pubic hair buffeting her small nose as he rammed his cock like a triphammer into her sucking mouth. Then she felt it swell, nearly choking her as it began to throb and spew its starchy, pungent sperm into her mouth. She swallowed fast, but it filled her mouth and oozed out around her lips, running from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. People were watching her, but she didn't care because she had actually done it, had actually given a good blowjob to a man. Curt would be proud of her, she thought, when she did the same thing to him.
But she was so turned on, needing a cock in her pussy so much. She pushed her cunt back at the licking tongue, not knowing or caring if it belonged to man or woman, but wanting something more, something to stretch and fill her starving vagina and fulfil her female desires. She wanted Curt there inside her, but if not him, then somebody. Somebody!
Big John kept her face cradled in his hands while she licked his gooey cock clean of the thick cream it had ejected, moaning and cooing.Then Big John spoke for the first time since he had knelt in front of her and filled her mouth with his prick. "Are you ready, Kim? Are you ready for the fucking of your life?"
Kim looked up, her beautiful, blue eyes half-closed and misty with desire. "Yes, oh yes, please fuck me now," she said in a low, husky voice. "I need it so bad."
Big John ran his fingers gently, lovingly through her hair. "Then lift up that beautiful, round ass of yours and get ready for the best cock in her world."
Kim looked up and saw that Bernard's cock was still fucking in and out of Sue's pink-lipped pussy and breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment she had thought he was talking about Bernard's elephantine penis. No, as long as it wasn't that brutal, cunt-stretching instrument, she didn't care what. Kim smiled trustingly up at Big John and wiggled her bottom behind her, waiting for the sweet penetration she had come to need so badly. She heard Big John snap his fingers and then she felt a furry weight on her back as the dog mounted her. She felt the dog's belly hair tickling her asshole as he pushed between her wide-split asscheeks, and suddenly she thought she understood what was going on.
They wanted the dog to have intercourse with her! But that was impossible, wasn't it? Dogs and women weren't made to have sex with each other. They weren't made the same, were they? Kim started to laugh, looking up at Sophia standing behind Big John. But the brunette wasn't smiling. She was gazing raptly at Kim's backside where the big heavy dog was mounting her with his strong forelegs squeezing around her nipped-in waist. The man would only let her turn her head slightly, but from what she could see, all eyes were on her and no one was smiling. Their eyes blazed with fascination at the evil of Kim's position.
Kim began shaking her head, panic striking into her heart. "Oh, no! You can't mean with the dog!"
Big John smiled and nodded. "I couldn't stop him now. He'd tear me apart, after all the work he did with his tongue on your pussy."
Kim felt a chill of revulsion go through her. It had been the dog all this time that was giving her such pleasure. And now he wanted to take his pleasure with her.
"Oh, please no! This is awful. I just can't."
"There's nothing we can do now, little darling," Big John crooned. "You might as well just relax and enjoy yourself."
Kim struggled, trying to pull her head free of Big John's hands and shake the dog off her behind. She only succeeded in angering the dog so that it gave a very loud bark that reminded her more of a lion's roar. The teenaged bride froze, the hair on the back of her neck bristling with terror.
Sue looked down at her friend, wanting to run to her aid, but the African held her hips down on him so that she was impaled deeply on his cock and unable to move. Poor Kim! She didn't deserve to be degraded like this.
"Please, Bernard," Sue begged. "Please help her." But Bernard only smiled.
Curt looked from the porthole of the cabin at the scene below. The African lay on his back beneath a naked girl Curt could swear was Kim's friend Sue. The rest of the people were strewn about in orgiastic abandon, most of them engaged in sexual acts, but all of them watching the kneeling blond in the center of the deck with the huge, fierce, tawny-coated male bull mastiff mounted over her shuddering buttocks. She was positioned at an angle where he could see the hanging melons of her pink-nippled tits and the curves of her plump, round moons, and between them the tight asshole and the coral slash of her blonde-furred vagina.Her hair of spun gold and the big man's hands were covering her face so he still couldn't make out her features, but he was sure it was the wild little vixen he had seen being fucked by the two Africans the night before. She was such a hot little bitch! He could see the pussy juice running down her thighs. But she was shaking her head and trying to get free of the two mighty males. She was obviously unwilling to go to this extreme for sexual enjoyment, but it was plain to see that it was expected of her and that the other members of the party were eagerly anticipating seeing her do it with the dog.
Harriett stood beside Curt, one arm around his waist and her other hand gently stroking the hard length of his aroused cock. His breathing had deepened as he waited for the moment when the bestial scene would be enacted.
Then Curt saw the big man take his hands from her face and step back, and he could see the beautiful face of the blond girl who was bout to be brought to the level of animals.
Kim!
The hopeless girl watched Big John step back, his cock protruding from the fly of the leather garment, waving from side to side as he moved. Kim turned her head and looked back at the huge, fierce dog, catching a glimpse of his thick, long, red cock as she moved her hips to the side. The dog moved back behind her, giving her a blow to the ribs with one of his paws, knocking the breath from her. Then, Sally moved in and grasped the, dog's penis. At the same time she reached under Kim's belly and between her legs, using two fingers to spread the folds of Kim's pussy and moving the tip of the cock up and down the slit, parting the soft strands and placing the tip over the little opening of Kim's sweet young vagina.
The betrayed bride looked up at the people around her, tears running down her cheeks, begging. "Oh, please, don't do this to me! Help me, somebody, help me, help me, help me…" Her voice trailed off as she felt the dog push forward into her.
As soon as Stud, the bull mastiff, felt the hot, wet nibble of Kim's cunt on the tip of his penis, he did only that which nature demanded of all male animals. He romped forward, bursting his cock from Sally's gentle grip and sinking it deep into Kim's tender vagina. He thrust hard, then thrust again, and yet again, until it was completely sheathed within her hot cunt, his balls in their tawny sac swinging beneath her and colliding with her hairy mound.
Kim caught her breath, then wailed, "Oh, my God!" She felt the dog thrusting against her, making sure that it was all the way inside, feeling her smooth, slick cuntal walls stroking his rutting dog cock in a reluctant but irresistible caress. Never had the dog felt such a sweet, hot, good-feeling cunt around his cock, and he had fucked many women in his time. With whatever reasoning power the dog had, he knew he loved this hot-cunted, golden female, that he must have her for himself and fuck her
Inside the cabin, Curt watched the dog lunge forward, burying his red prick in the delicate vagina of his wife, the girl he had thought was pure and innocent, the girl who had worn white at their wedding just three months before. His hands gripped the edge of the window like a vise while Harriett, kneeling below him, sucked the cock that had suddenly become unbearably erect. He saw the dog begin fucking in and out of the soft, tight vagina of his wife, drawing way back and then pushing forward, stabbing deep into her uplifted cunt.
"Kim! Kim!" he rasped, his cock twitching at the obscene sight. The red prick sluiced in and out of Curt's wife's tender young vagina, drawing her inner cuntal lining out on the outstroke, and stuffing it back in on the instroke. In and out, with a bestial, lewd rhythm, his balls swinging between her legs and his strong, hard belly thwacking against her spongy bottom, making the splayed round cheeks ripple with each pounding stroke.
When Kim felt herself filled and invaded by the forbidden dog penis, she opened her mouth wide it astonishment. It was very large and long, especially for a canine cock, and much hotter and stickier than any of the male members she had had inside her, and it was a devastating feeling to have it enter her so deeply, all the way to her cervix while the hard, furry belly crowded up between the spread cheeks of her bottom. Her blue eyes opened wide and seemed to pop out for a moment as her mouth gaped open in disbelief at the thought that this was really happening to her. And the feeling! It was such a wild feeling to be so forcefully mounted and fucked. It was unnatural, obscene, taboo, and it felt so strange. Kim had never thought that such things were done, or even were possible, and now here she found herself, mounted from behind like a dog, by a dog, Stud's thick hard penis jammed deeply into her sacred vagina.
Big John stood back, his huge hands on his hips. Kim's face was bright red, the reality of her position almost causing her to faint with shame. All the people's eyes were on her and the women were panting in sympathy with the subjugated blond. They all could see her tender vaginal lips split wide and folded over on themselves while the dog's scrotum seemed to be growing out of her, so deep was the penis planted inside her. Sue had given up her struggles to free herself from Khumalo and had begun revolving her hips over him again, and when Stud began his rutting motions over Kim, the brunette started moving in time with the dog.
Stud began fucking slowly in and out of Kim's wet cunt, watching for the signals that Big John had taught him to obey, thumbs up for a faster and down for a slower rhythm. Right now, the man signalled the dog that his fucking speed was just right and the dog, feeling the delicate, wet caress of the girl's pussy over the length of his surgically enlarged cock, concentrated on each heavenly stroke through her slippery flesh.
"Oh, no, oh no," Kim whined, feeling the burning shaft piercing her vagina deeply, hammering at the door of her womb. Lowering her head, she looked back under her quivering tits and saw the stony, loose-slung balls swinging up under her lower belly, at times coming up so hard they bounced off her pubic bush. Every now and then she got a glimpse of part of the rod as it backed out. "Oh, no, oh, no," she moaned. It was really happening.
It was really happening. The dog's cock had been worked on by a special surgeon who had implanted nodules on its underside. The little bumps tweaked Kim's clit with each movement and the webbing of the scrotum as well tickled the little pleasure trigger. There was no way she could stop the feelings of algolagnic joy that grew and permeated her loins. In, out, hot, cunt, hard, cock, the chant played through the teenaged bride's head. Dog cock, in, out. She heard it slurping loudly in her tight, wet vagina, and thus heard as well as felt the speeding up of Stud's thrusts when Big John gave him the thumbs up signal.
"Uh, uh, uh," Kim grunted, her tits swinging and her thighs quivering.
"That's right, Kim," Big John said, "Move that ass, just like that. You've got such a pretty ass. You move it so good."
"Ooooh, oooh," Kim crooned. "It feels so good." As she looked back over her shoulder, she reached back and pulled one of her buttocks farther open, urging the dog on. "Ooooh, it feels so good. Do it to me, doggie! Do it hard!"
"You do it so good, Kim," Big John said. "You're the best little dog-fucker I've ever seen."
Kim looked up, smiling at the complement, then closing her eyes as the ecstasy grew in her cunt and spread through her whole body. Each backward push of her hips was accompanied by a guttural sound from her throat. Sally knelt down and put her face where she could see the fucking from close up, the ugly, animal cock moving in and out of the girl's tight, red-mantled vagina. The inner lining clung to it lovingly, pulling out when the Stud moved his hips back and folding back inside when both male dog and human female pushed their sex organs together in mutual lust and enjoyment.
Stud, the devil dog, slaved over her, fucking happily, loving this female more than any other he had ever penetrated with his special prick. At this point he knew he would always love her and be devoted to her as only a dog knows how. In and out. Her cunt, young, tight, and wet, coating his length with honey, felt so good. He would stay by this female faithfully so that he could fuck her woncerful cunt whenever he wanted.
Sally braved Stud's anger and moved her hand down the girl's back, insinuating it between the dog's belly and Kim's bottom. Her finger, moistened with the girl's own lubrications, broke the resistance of Kim's anal ring and slipped into her rectum. Kim moaned but never missed a stroke with her gracefully moving hips. The redhead could feel the dog's penis, separated from her finger only by a thin membrane, plowing up and down in the blonde's vagina. Sally felt inside Kim's asshole for a while, then a man pulled her away and took her aside to ease his wanting prick into her pussy. Everyone was doing what came naturally, watching Kim's natural reactions to the bestial fucking she was getting.
Kim wiggled her bottom in tiny, grinding circles, mushing her steaming cunt back over the impaling dog cock. To Curt up above, it looked as though his wife and Stud were orchestrating the entire orgiastic event as the rest of the guests followed their movements almost exactly. The young husband watched closely while Harriett sucked his inexplicably aroused young prick. He could plainly see the thin, fluted folds of his teenaged bride's vagina clinging to the penis of the dog ravishing her from behind. He thought he had never seen such a beautiful woman in such an incredibly lewd act. And it was his beloved Kim who was offering up her sweet, pink pussy to a vile animal.
There was only so much he could bare, so much he could watch without making it known that he could no longer be fooled. Curt took Harriett by the hand, opened the door, and led her out into the light of the sun, going down the steps to the deck where Kim was busy being the life of the party. He strode nakedly forward, regardless of Ike Harvey, who stood shocked and somewhat fearful at seeing the husband of Kim, the girl he had corrupted, present. And his naked secretary, walking quickly beside him, clutching his hard cock possessively, as if she feared she would lose him if she let go.
The impassioned blond saw two familiar feet standing on the deck in front of her face, familiar feet because she knew well every inch of her beloved. She looked up into his reproving face, her eyes glazing with self-pity. She wanted to hide, to throw herself in the ocean and be lost in the darkness of the deep. She tried to stop the urgent motions of her body, but she found she could only groan, that she could free herself neither from the grip of the brawny canine nor from her own bursting passions.
"Please, Curt," she sobbed, pumping her cunt back at the rutting dog. "They made me do it." She punched her ass back a few more times, and said, "Oh, God, my darling, I can't stop!" She looked up at Harriett, recognizing her immediately. "Please, Harriett. You know how it is."
The redhead stroked Curt cock, smiling. Her plan had worked after all this time.
"I'll show you how it is, you filthy slut," Curt said, pushing Harriett down onto her knees before him. He grabbed his cock and stuffed it into his boss' secretary's cunt from behind. Gritting his teeth and looking straight into his young bride's eyes, he began fucking Harriett with a vengeance. The pretty redhead moaned and began reciprocating, her face close to the dog's hunching flank. She could see that Kim was receiving the most wondrous dog-fucking imaginable. Kim's crotch was soaked with her secretions and Harriett could see the sweet girl's vagina swallowing every inch of the rampant red cock. A drop of pussy juice spattered on her lip and she licked it off.
Curt looked down at Kim's tearful but passionate, upturned face. She was so beautiful, so locked in her passions. Her body never stopped its wild, sensuous movements, the jerking of her hips, the rippling of her smooth buttocks, the shaking of her breasts as they slapped quietly together. Kim could see the hard cock of her loved husband piercing the red-fringed pussy of his boss' secretary, while Curt glanced back and forth from her misty blue eyes to the dog penis that repeatedly skewered his new wife's snug, pink pussy. He could hear the liquid sucking sounds coming from Kim's cunt just as they were coming from Harriett's hungry hole.
Husband and wife fucked uncontrollably side by side, grunting, groaning, panting, whining, completely involved in the feelings being generated by the sex organs of their partners. Kim's face was slack with passion, her lips parted, a string of drool hanging from her full, juvenile lower lip, while she socked her hips back to take Stud's thick, noduled cock into her tender vagina.
Big John gave Stud the thumbs up sign again and the obedient animal again increased the speed of his pleasure-giving thrusts. Kim yelped and followed the dog's lead, and Curt also fucked faster into Harriett's cunt. It was crazily erotic, evilly perverted, the scene that was being played out before the eyes of all those present.
Kim began to whine, a bit dog-like, as she was reaching her climax, the fluids from her pussy flowing copiously over the dog's fucking cock. Her vagina clamped down on Stud's penis and she began to shudder violently, crying out in staccato gasps as her belly, vagina, and entire body spasmed with her shattering orgasm. The contractions of her hot hole brought the dog to his culmination and he began ramming her pussy like a triphammer. Curt saw Stud's cock pulsating in his wife's cunt as it throbbed out great, spouting gouts of thick, hot cream that spattered against her cervix and coated her pink, delicate vaginal walls.
Curt heard his darling wife grunt and saw her slam her round asscheeks backward. The liquid fuck-sounds increased in volume suddenly as her teenaged vagina was flooded with thick, hot, dog sperm. The seed spurted endlessly into her in spasmodic squirts, filling her cunt completely and bursting past the tight lips of the cunt to run in thick trails down the back of her thighs. And still the dog's cock kept spilling out his seed inside her.
Curt came into Harriett's receptive pussy and the rest of the party was not close behind. Moans, groans, and grunts filled the air. Sue was filled with Bernard's sperm and, panting, collapsed over his powerful, black form. Stud finally finished coming and backed off from Kim's uplifted ass.
The blond bride melted to the deck in exhaustion, the cooling air washing between her open thighs. Stud licked up the creamy sperm that bubbled from her gaping hole and then curled up in the V of her splayed legs, resting his big head contentedly on the buttocks of the girl he loved.
And for a long, long time, no one on the yacht said anything, and there was no motion other than the movements of deep breathing.