Kim felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery yet hard, rubbery spike rub along her legs. Again and again the shaft danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, and with a moan of desperation, Kim reached down and impaled her half crazed vagina full upon it.
“Oooooooooooohhhhhhh,” she moaned as the long prick soared up in her cunt, quelling the burning demon which tore her innards asunder. The cock burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet walls of her vaginal tunnel.
She sucked at Lorene’s delectable young pussy as the girl twisted around to make room, licking and kissing it as her lover expanded his cock into a swelling, pile-driver which hit her womb. And then she reached down again, only this time to caress and encourage the man who had been so kind to her, and she felt fur and hairy forepaws as they wound around her waist.
Oh my God, she screamed inwardly… it’s that dog! It’s Caesar who’s juicing me! A low wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and forth as she though of the mammoth brute expanding his animal penis inside her emit like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn’t stop it… she couldn’t stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations… he was like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful… absolutely the finest! Wildly she returned to lick and tongue Lorene’s wildly bucking cunt as the girl lowered herself on Kim’s open mouth, grinding her pussy like a plundering abyss on the face below.
“Ooooohhbhhbhh,” Kim said in muffled squeals, “I’m… I’m… going. going to… cummmmmmm!” "Fuck the dog, damn you!” shouted Goren, “Pound that ass of yours tight up there!”
“Yea… yes… yessssssssssssss! MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
As Kim cried out with her impending climax, Caesar suddenly gave a savage thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thick, scalding juice, and he flooded her vagina with jack-hammer lunges full of hot, sticky cum. Long jets of it ricocheted off her cuntal sides and steamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below.
She came, screaming from the size of her release and she heaved her buttocks against the pounding loins of the German Shepherd as his cock continued to empty inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs trembled and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was beating down upon her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual reactions traversing through every bone and sinew of her lust crazed system. She was in Valhalla again, beautiful Valhalla!
Faintly she heard Goren cry out and her husband’s guttural groans and Lorene howl, but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a heavy black sleep engulfing her.
Later, and into the wee hours of the morning, pretending to enjoy themselves and wishing rotate by turns, abandoning themselves to frantic surges of lust, alternating cunt and asshole and cock until they were ready to drop from exertion. And then, they rolled off the beds in complete absolute depravity, boy and girl and dog, pawing and clawing at each other, squirming and groaning, hot and hungry for their delirious partners. Finally, at a quarter to four, Barry picked up the now sleeping Kim in his arms, and with Goren following with their clothes, walked naked to their car. He ‘thanked Goren and the guests for a wonderful time, put Kim in beside him, and drove home, a contented, fully satisfied man.
Chapter 9
Barry completed his novel less than three months after that night, and it was accepted by his publisher with enthusiasm and praise and a promise of an unlimited promotion campaign to put it on the best-seller list. The publisher also requested a sequel to the novel, assuring Barry of a handsome five thousand dollar advance against nothing more than an approved outline.
Once the news of his success leaked out to Barry’s former co-workers on the Sentinel, and to those San Franciscans who gave parties in honor of literary figures, Barry and Kim were inundated with invitations to get-togethers. They turned down most, but were forced by social necessity to accept one or two here and there. As Barry put it, “Going to one of these things once in awhile is a necessary evil. But I’d much rather move within our own circle of close friends.”
“Like the Gorens?” Kim had asked teasingly.
“Like the Gorens,” Barry bad agreed, winking. “And like Caesar, too.”
At one of the parties, given by another former fellow Sentinel reporter named Phillips, Kim and Barry were standing on the patio, presenting to enjoy themselves and wishing enough time would elapse so they could make a graceful exit. Kim was restless, and kept moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Barry knew that she was becoming progressively hornier, for Kim’s sexual appetite had heightened unbelievably since that orgiastic night at the Gorena’ Sea Cliff mansion. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, his cock, his mouth, his tongue, every inch of his body. She was a new woman, all right, Barry thought; a new, exotic, alluring woman that he had never dreamed of possessing. It was like a miracle; he had never been happier, more contented, and his completion of the novel, the full and total satisfaction from the knowledge that it was good, very good, was directly descendent from Kim’s physical awakening. And, for that matter, his own. A fulfilled man sexually was a fulfilled man creatively, he now firmly believed that.
They were still seeing the Gorens, of course. Usually about once a week. On some of those occasions it was just Lynn and Jack, but on others there was Lorene and Doris and Harry-and Caesar-plus a progression of others. Strangely enough, it was those nights that both he and Kim seemed to look forward to with the most relish; for weeks after one of those sessions, fucking Kim was like fucking a crazed, predatory panther.
He wouldn’t have had it any ether way, since those were the weeks when his writing peaked to perfection.
As he stood now on the Phillips’ patio, Kim tugged at his arm and whispered, “Do you see that couple standing alone over by the pool? The tall, red-haired girl and the handsome man in the herringbone suit?”
“Yes,” Barry replied. “I see them, baby." “They look as if they’re as bored as we are.”
“They do, don’t they?”
Kim tapped one long fingernail against her gleaming white teeth thoughtfully.
“You know,” she said length, “that man looks extremely interesting, if you know what I mean.”
“I do, indeed,” Barry grinned. “And so does his wife.”
“I wonder,” Kim whispered, “if he’s hung as well as you, darling. I’ll bet he is, almost. I’ll bet he has a lovely long, hard cock.”
Barry grinned again. She was really working herself up, all right; she was going to throw him one hell of a fuck when they got home tonight. He said, “Why don’t we go over there and introduce ourselves?”
“That’s a fine idea, darling.”
Barry’s eyes slowly, languorously, began to undress the red-haired woman as he and Kim started across the patio. Maybe, he reflected, we’ll have something in common, a starting point. And then, later, when we’ve gotten to know them… well, we’ll see about that. Damn, but that red-head is nice! If, as Kim had projected, the tall man possessed a large cock, then it was a certainty the red-head had one hell of a tight, sweet pussy to accommodate it.
As it eventually turned out, Kim was right… and so was he…