Carla froze, then lowered her hand. She shook her head, then grinned. It was a smile of victory. She knew Linda's reaction had stunned Richard more than she ever could with that pipe. Her grin widened, a chuckle escaped her throat. Suddenly, she laughed until tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Way to go, Linda," she said, gasping for air.
"You cocksucking… bitch!" Richard grunted. He wanted to withdraw his cock, beat her in the face with it, but it was too late. Her sucking mouth had done the damage. His loins were burning with ecstasy, his balls ready to explode. "Damn… is there… no way to break you?" he gasped, asking the heavens.
"Oooommmmm," Linda murmured again, another climax drilling into her cunt.
While Richard hammered his cock in and out of her throat, the dog was lapping into her pussy furiously. His curled, pink cock was throbbing, oozing with milky, glistening fluid. Linda could feel the slick underside brush over the inside of her knee. She gave one groan after another as her passion mounted, burst inside her box.
"Suck, bitch," Richard gasped, defeat and lust in his voice. "Eat my cock and drink out my cum!"
Linda was more than ready to oblige. Already her throat was constricting, every square inch begging for the delicious, molten fluid.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled, clamping her lips tightly around the base of his hairy root.
Richard punched forward with his full weight, then froze. His cum-load shot up the nun of his prick and exploded violently into her mouth, bubbling between her tonsils. He withdrew slightly, then slammed back in to her mouth.
"Lick it, you dog fucking bitch," he grunted, holding the back of her head. "Suck my cock… and… ummmhhhhh!"
When the lava like splashes of jism hit her throat, Linda buckled with ultimate, raw ecstasy. The dog's tongue was digging wildly into her pussy like a cock, and Richard's cum brought her even greater spasms of pleasure than she could imagine. Soon, her entire body was electric with passion.
"Oh… shit… fuck," Richard grunted, heaving the last of his cum into her mouth. He squirmed his ass around, increasing the pressure of his hands behind her head. He could feel her nose stab into the taut muscles of his stomach. "Lick… it all, cocksucking whore," he added, falling forward.
Linda continued chewing on his prick like a starving animal. Nothing seemed to matter but the rippling sensations that tore in and out of her cunt, her throat. Finally, she fell back motionless from sheer exhaustion. She inhaled deeply, her air taking some of the stray globs of cum into the back of her mouth.
With resignation etched on his face. Richard crawled away from her face and sat back on the mattress, resting his neck on the headboard. He closed his eyes, then slowly his lips curled at the corners. He looked down at Linda's lust crazed expression and shook his head.
"OK, you win," he said softly.
Linda didn't mean to ignore him, but Rex was still giving her body delicious pleasure. She was humping and writhing beneath his wet muzzle, sucking on his probing tongue.
Suddenly, the dog moved upward on her body and jabbed the end of his cock inside her cunt. He then began bumping and grinding against her middle, his jaw dropping, his tongue hanging like a damp wash cloth.
"Fuck me, Rex," Linda cried out, feeling the long, slender length of cock enter her body. "Oh… yes, fill me up with hot dog cum…"
While Richard watched with a disgusted look on his face, knowing that his plan had more than backfired, Carla crawled to the bed. She clamped her mouth around Linda's right breast and pulled the tiny, pink nipple over her tongue. She lowered her hand to the inside of her thigh and dipped the tip of it inside her oozing cunt. She then moved the dog's head down on Linda's left breast.
Linda was in heaven. Being fucked like an animal, with an animal, was almost too good. She bucked and jerked violently, feeling as if the top of her head would blow off. And with Carla on one breast and her dog on the other… Perfect!
"Ohhhhh!" she cried out, her passion almost bordering rage. "DO it! God… do it to me!"
Carla munched and lapped on Linda's breast with growing hunger, wishing it were her lying there. Her pussy was boiling, ready to explode. She plunged faster, harder into her hole.
"Fuck me," she cried out. "I… I want it too!"
Richard looked from Linda to Carla, then shrugged his shoulders. Oh well, if you can't beat them, might as well join them, he thought.
"How about me?" he asked, getting off the bed.
"Yes," Carla said, looking up. "Fuck me while I lick on this tit."
The boy got off the bed and walked around behind Carla. He then knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks. He thrust upward, driving the end of his cock inside her swollen cunt.
"Unhhhhh… take it, baby," he whispered, kissing her shoulder.
When Linda was aware that Richard had moved away from her, she felt alone, isolated. The pleasure her dog was giving her ceased, as if cut off with a knife. It was like a dying spark in her brain had suddenly been extinguished.
She felt Rex cum inside her, leaving her cold, dead.
"No," she said, looking over at Richard's expression of pleasure. "No!"
"Yes," Richard said, grinning. The small exchange held a world of meaning for them both. They both suddenly realized that it wasn't what the boy could do to her, but what he wouldn't do that mattered.
Linda was at last defeated, broken.
Richard's smile became victorious.
Satisfied, the dog hopped off of Linda's body and began sniffing around the room. He then disappeared down the hall.
Linda had never before felt so alone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Please untie me," Linda said, unable to take the torture of watching Richard fuck Carla any longer. "I. I want free."
"Sure, baby," Richard said, almost casually. Without moving away from Carla, he reached for his knapsack and withdrew a pocketknife. He cut the bonds at her right wrist, then gave her the knife. "You can do the rest yourself," he added.
Linda cut herself free and pulled herself to the side of the bed. Slowly, she stood, then grabbed for her clothes. As she dressed, she blacked out the groans of pleasure behind her.
Dressed, she stumbled from the room and through the front door. She tripped down the steps and into the late afternoon sun squinting her eyes. The air smelled pure and delicious.
She ran home, tears in her eyes.
A short while later, she stood limply in the shower, washing the aroma of his body from hers. She threw her head back and let the water run over her breasts, form streams down her stomach. She cleaned herself all over, trying even to wipe the memory of him from her mind.
She stepped from the shower and heard a low, baritone voice. She whirled quickly, thinking hoping it was Richard. Suddenly, her brother walked down the hallway and stuck his head in the room.
"Hi, Sis," Mike said. "Have a good time?"
"Yes," she said uneasily. Hadn't he been worried?
"Who is this Carla character, anyway?" he asked. "I never heard you mention her."
"Carla?" Linda asked, confused.
"Yeah, the girl you spent the night with," he said. "That is where you were, isn't it?" he added.
"Oh… yes, sure," Linda answered quickly. Richard had certainly covered all bases. "I… I just left, uh, Carla," she said.
"I sure missed you," her brother said. "You miss me?"
"Of course, silly," Linda said, toweling off. "What girl wouldn't?"
"Hey, you look different," Mike said, letting his eyes play over her damp body. "Can a girl grow up over night?" he kidded.
"I'm beginning to think so," Linda said honestly. She did feel older, wiser. And she'd done more in twenty-four hours than most girls do in a lifetime. "What did you do while I was gone?" she asked, stepping from the shower.