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Chapter 5

The boxer has a hard-on!

That was the first thing Mavis noticed as she walked into the Quentin home. At least two inches of his dick protruded from its thick-skinned pouch.

Her mind was like a void. She barely remembered struggling into her clothes, recalling Willie saying, "One helluva thousand-dollar fuck!"

He had left and she had floundered around, found the bottle in a drawer of his desk, had taken a hefty swig and then went home. Miriam had been waiting for her. Numbly, she had insisted that Miriam wait with her, have a drink, while she showered and dressed.

Then they had gone to the Quentins'. They were going to teach Terry Lewis how to play bridge. Mavis suppressed a giggle.

She couldn't play bridge-not today! But she sure knew something about fucking! Willie Quentin was a master at plugging a girl's pussy!

And that damned dog!

He had a hard-on! Big and red and slick! Mavis, as if in a dream sat down and nodded to Terry, the little girl…former cheerleader… cute…pixie face…orangish hair.

Could anyone tell she had just had a fantastic screw from Willie Quentin? God! He had a mammoth cock-educated! The way he could pry it around and lever it inside a woman's pussy!

That damned dog! Sniffing!

"I'm a little tight," Mavis mumbled. "I don't think I can be of much help, teaching someone to play bridge." But not tight in my pussy!

Willie had expanded that!

"Well, who cares?" Connie demurred, passing around a tray with four glasses of vodka and grapefruit juice. "Maybe another day."

That damned dog has a big sex-bone, Mavis quailed.

But the dog was sniffing in the direction of Miriam and Terry. Why had Miriam brought her dog along? Mavis worried. She had heard things…

And he sniffed under Miriam's skirt and Miriam didn't bat his clipped ears. Then he wiggle-butted across the room and nuzzled Terry's bare knees. Was she innocent? Was she a swinger? Mavis wished she were sober!

Remorse-over what had happened a short time before-was buried deep in her mind. Mavis sobered slightly, slowly, as she sipped the stiff vodka drink. She glanced over the brim of her glass at Terry Lewis. There was a wild, eager, frantic gleam in her eyes.

Her gaze seemed lewd to Mavis. She addressed them all, even though she called Connie's name. "Show me, please. I want to know! I want to do it-have him do it to me! But I'll need help. You'll probably have to hold me! In my mind, it's repulsive! But I want it!"

Mavis' gaze swung with Terry's. Her eyes went to the boxer…to his bag of balls and pointed prick. Mavis suppressed a gasp of surprise and distaste as she watched Miriam lean over and clutch the dog's sex pouch-jack him off gently until another inch or so of his prick crept out.

A sensation of exultation crept into her mind. The dog wasn't for her!

She wouldn't be degraded and humiliated by an animal! He was for the petite Terry! Excitement exceeded her sense of contempt.

She watched Miriam motion with her hand, send the dog across the room, stick his dark muzzle-boldly-up under Terry's short skirt. Her knees quivered apart. Just a couple of inches and the dog's blunt snout wasn't anywhere near her sex-seat.

But the young woman's eyes were glazed. "You'll have to help me-make me!" Terry trilled.

Mavis cringed inwardly. A dog fucking a human female! And the girl was asking-inviting-it! Her snatch had been sated by Willie's mammoth prick-and she didn't want it! Somehow, the idea of watching a young woman-beautiful as Terry was-get fucked by a dog was perverse…but enchanting!

God! the dog had a magnificent cock! Mavis couldn't prevent the muscles in her cunt from crawling…"Ugh!" she murmured to herself.

Then, her mind struggled with the question. HOW?

And Connie and Miriam were giggling conspiratorially.

Mavis stared. Terry's sleek thighs were drifting farther and farther apart. And the boxer knew what was up there! He was sniffing loudly and pushing his muzzle farther under the tender girl's dress. He knew! She had tender pussy up there! And he was going to get into it! Lap it!

Lick it! Fuck it-with his red, slick pole!

"You'll have to make me!" Terry yipped in protest, clamping her knees together and shutting off the dog's progress.

Mavis glanced from Miriam to Connie, watched them finish their drinks slowly, set their glasses down and lean forward. "Let's give her to him!" Miriam said brightly. "Come and help us, Mavis!"

Mavis remained in her chair, watched as Connie and Miriam stood and converged on Terry. She scowled as she watched Miriam stoop and masturbate the dog for a moment.

Then they tugged Terry from her chair. Connie held Terry's arms as Miriam scooped hands up under her dress and hauled down Terry's silkies. There was a brief struggle…the dog sloshed his huge red tongue over Terry's taut crotch. The dog knew he was going to sink his bone in the girl's treasured gash. And Mavis suspected he had a jobber big enough to make her hole smoke and make her yell. Mavis had seen animals fuck-and they could really poke it in and out of a pussy.

Really fast!

Then, as if in a dream, Mavis watched the small girl stripped stark naked and the dog was really laboring his gulping tongue over her flat tummy and trying to swab it between her milky thighs. He nibbled daintily at her light-colored pubic mat and Terry whimpered.

"Want it from the belly or the back, Terry?" Miriam gurgled as she and Connie held her arms, twisted behind her back. Mavis' eyes opened wide as she watched Miriam maul one of the perfect breast cones and tweak the nipple cruelly.

"Oh, God! You'll have to make me! I wwwwwaaaannnnttttt to try it! But his thing is so big and ugly!"

"This beats bridge!" Connie yelled in triumph as she and Miriam tugged Terry into the middle of the floor. Connie toed an ottoman away from an easy chair. She and Miriam stepped on Terry's feet and forced her backwards, over the low object.

The dog knew what to do.

He came up on her, between the out-flung thighs.

"Guide him into her!" Miriam shrieked at Mavis. "Hold his cock so he can fuck it into her!"

Mavis hesitated.

"Do it, damnit! Or I'll tell a few things!"

The dog's thing was protruding and protruding. Thicker and thicker, redder and redder. And his rump was fuck-fucking fruitlessly. And Mavis crept across the floor…

"Oh, God, no! I changed my mind!" Terry screamed.

But there was no salvation for Terry Lewis. Connie and Miriam wouldn't let her up. And, timidly, Mavis gently grasped the boxer's balls with her right hand and his dark red shaft with her left. She pressured forward with her hand on his balls until the tip of his cock dug into the girl's dainty vulva, the sharp point prying the lips apart.

He knew where to go…and buried his bone deep in her wretching body.

His toes danced on the thick carpet and he stabbed her deep.

Instinctively, Mavis massaged…jacked him off through the thick skin of his cock jacket and felt the knob swelling. He has a magnificent cob, she marveled, bending her head to watch him knife it into the girl.

Terry's feet flew into the air and her ankles locked over the hunching animal's back.

"Aaaaaaaaaanh!" Terry whimpered as the dog flung his cock into her.

Mavis saw the huge knob coming out of the pouch. The dog was bouncing it against the splayed lips of the vulva.

Then he crammed it all into the tight hole, past the yielding pelvic bones and he had his bone buried in Terry Lewis' dainty, fragile body.

He humped away in short, gouging strokes, deep in her insides.

Miriam and Connie were panting with perverted pleasure as they held the girl bent over the ottoman. And Mavis stroked the black-skinned balls …

And Terry suddenly wheedled, "Fuuuuuck me! I'm being fucked by a dog!

It's so good…being fucked by a dooooog! And his big knob is stuck in me! I can hold his cock in me because his knob is locked in my twatittty!"

And the dog had it in her snatch good. Mavis leaned back as Miriam and Connie released Terry's arms and scooted away to watch. It was plain the dog wasn't going to give up soon. He wasn't going to turn around ass-to-ass. He was going to stay hung in the young woman until he was ready to soften and unlatch.

Terry clenched a handful of her close-cropped hair and with her other hand, she played with one of the boxer's ears, tweaked his nose and let him lick her fingers. She guided his great tongue to her tits and started moaning and bumping her fanny as he licked in great slurps across the perfect mounds of beauty.

Then he began pumping it in and out of her again in short, spearing strokes and Terry came again and again. The ball near the back of his cock must have been the size of an orange. It was lodged-stuck-in her snatch. It would never come out-his cock-accidentally. Terry held his dick in her pussy with the inner tension of coital muscles and her thighs clenched around his body.

Mavis took the drink Connie offered her, fascinated, hypnotized by the uncanny sight of a dog fucking a woman. And Terry was loving every plunge of his prick and the big ball wedged inside her vagina. Mavis wondered if the sex stick was stuck all the way into Terry's womb.

"Is he shoving it into your uterus?" she suddenly asked, impulsively.

"Is-he-ever!" Terry panted. "I'm blowing my fuck-gasket again!" She writhed and grunted and up-butt-fucked to get all of the dog's cock.

"I'd like to have his big knob in my ever-lovin'-fuckin'-womb!"

The boxer knew his business. He hunched forward brutally, burying his prick deep in Terry and he gobbled a beautiful tit, gently, into his lascivious mouth and Terry exploded, reached to grab the dog's nuts in both hands and pull his ass toward hers.

"He's shooting a gallon of hot jizz into my swat!" Terry squalled with erotic delight.

Mavis could see Terry's tight butt hole flutter and spasm and seem to work in and out. Mavis felt faint her vision seemed to spin and her tummy felt all swimmy. She realized that watching the session of sexual intercourse between Terry Lewis and the boxer had greatly stimulated her pussy and it was all sticky and hot.

Passion was raging like an inferno through her vagina and roaring into her womb. She fumbled her empty glass away and twisted her body around to lie on her stomach. She was conscious of a humming in her ears, of her breath whistling through her flared nostrils. Vaguely, she was aware of cool, adept hands shuffling under the short hem of her dress, of her panties being peeled off over her tensed rump and down her long, tapering thighs.

She had no resistance to the pairs of hands lifting her butt into the air, pushing her knees up and apart from her flanks. Fingers were playing around with her hot vulva, parting the thick petals. She shuddered as something hot mopped into her wet, sticky groove.

"Oh, my God!" Mavis whined. Miriam and Connie had gotten the dog's dick out of Terry, had turned him away from the small woman's body and were pointing him onto her. She felt her pussy crawling and squirming as the thick, hot tongue plowed through her vulva and rasped tantalizingly over her anal opening, up and down the crack of her ass. "Oooooh!"

And he was mounting her! She could feel his hairy underside against her buttocks, the loaves fanned apart with involuntary anticipation. God! her mind quavered. Just a few hours before, she had been screwed by Willie Quentin! Now, she was about to be fucked by a big animal!

His forelegs were locked around her narrow waist and she felt his lolling tongue between her shoulder blades. Mavis' head was twisted to her right. She opened her eyes and could see the dog's right hind leg dancing between her legs as he positioned himself. The sharp point of his prick skidded up and down her fanny crease, almost penetrated her asshole. But it glazed on past-downward-and speared her throbbing pussy. His knob was still there, ready! He hunched forward and Mavis stiffened against his weight and pressure.

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" she grunted, the sound turning into a soft, wailing scream as he drove his cock home, knifing it all the way into her pussy, lodging the big, hot ball behind her pelvic bones. And she knew how Terry had felt! It was ecstatic! It was exotic! It was heavenly and he punched her pussy vigorously and she swirled into a ravaging orgasm that seemed to sear her mind.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" she shuddered, back-fucking her ass to meet his rapid humps and pumps and hunches. She knew, later, she would feel revulsion and shame. But right now she was getting the fucking of her life from the dog's long, thick, burning prick.

Pump-pump! Prick slammed into her uterus.

Sloosh-sloosh! Big cock-knob batted around just inside her sex tunnel.

"Fuck-fuck! Fuck-fuck! Fuck-fuck!" she heard the words clearly and realized they were coming from her sex-tormented mouth. "Fuuuuuccccckkk meeeeee!" she yelled.

Then, minutes later, she was flooded with liquid fire as the dog plunged his cock deep into her and flooded her funnel full of his steaming animal semen.

Instinctively, Mavis drew her knees together, thighs clenching, capturing the animal's rigid shaft and large knob in her wretching and spasming tube.

Vaguely, dimly, she was aware of his plaintive whining as he tried to back out of her, but she held him tight. His forepaws were on the small of her back, just above the taut, fleshy buns. And he was swiveling around. His entire sex auger was twisting inside her. One of his hind feet was lifting…and he was stepping over their welded connection.

And they were asshole to asshole. His massive cock was bent back between his hind legs, firmly secured in her voracious cunt. And the hard, blunt clipped tail was gouging at her anus as he struggled to crawl away, drag his prick out of her pussy.

She was aware of Miriam urging her to raise up on her elbows. It was a struggle. Mavis was sapped from her super-sensual experience. But she accomplished it. Miriam's hands parted the bodice of her dress and her fingers slid inside the filmy bra to fondle the hard-tipped tits.

And back there…Connie was playing with the dog's balls, keeping his cock hard inside her burning cunt. And the dog shot again. His gushing, fiery honey cascaded all through her snatch and catapulted Mavis into another shattering climax.

"Oooooohhhm, dear!" she whimpered. "Myyy God!" she quavered. "I'm cumming again!" She drew a deep breath. She sobered slightly. "I'm being fucked by a dog!"

More than ever, she felt she was a sex captive, at the mercy and caprice of Connie and Miriam. And hadn't Willie gotten to her? She was his captive, too! He had promised she would have to do it with him only one time, but Mavis sensed, intuitively, he could get to her again, if he pushed the demand. And Hank Carr had a lever, if he were inclined to fuck her!

"My God!" she wept softly, involuntarily pushing her firm breasts into Miriam's massaging palms. Probably, there would be no swap to it… she was a sex toy for all of them!

She opened her eyes and met the lewd stare of Terry Lewis. The elfin girl was no innocent. She liked her sex. What about her husband, Mickey? His wife had just had her first copulation with an animal.

Would she, Mavis, be forced to submit to Mickey's fucking?

Oh, my God! What if they threatened to tell Phil anything and everything?

Was it an hour later? Two hours? She had no recollection of relaxing her pussy and releasing the dog's slick red prick from her pussy. Only vaguely, she remembered, stumbling to her feet, grabbing her panties and wiping the dog's juices from her inner thighs. She crammed them into her crotch to soak up the remaining flow of his cum and slipped from the house. Miriam and Connie seemed oblivious to her departure.

Miriam was introducing the tiny Terry to her dildo; Connie was squatting on Terry's face, forcing her to eat her pussy…