Chapter 10

The bestial scene on the couch grew progressively hotter and hotter. Bess' hands hovered above the dog's head, trembling and jerking, with fingers outstretched and spread. It was plain that she wanted to touch her lover, to caress his head and pull his muzzle farther into her widespread cunt. The pink tongue flashed out like a spear, jabbing deeply into her slit, staying imbedded and licking at the weeping walls of her vagina.

"Christ... oh Christ," Bess sighed longingly.

Sam kept at her, sometimes lapping at the depths of her cunt, sometimes withdrawing his long, drooling tongue to lick both her asshole and saliva-drenched outer cunt. It was getting too good for Bess to endure much longer. A constant stream of sighs, groans, and moans issued forth from her open mouth as her body writhed about in its slumped position on the couch.

The tip of Sam's dick began peeking out of its hairy sheath beneath his body. It looked like something painfully irritated, fiery red and pointed, dripping secretion onto the floor and glittering wetly. Another inch of blood-red dog cock jerked out into the light, resembling the tip of a prehistoric wooden spear that had been tapered over a fire and then rubbed smooth.

Dancing about on his hind paws, Sam kept licking at Bess' vulva and working his back end over to her dangling thigh. One hind leg straddled the woman's thigh, and Sam brought his slick and rapidly elongating organ into contact with her skin. At once the dog began hunching his cock up and down her thigh, his back arching and straightening furiously. "Sam... Sam... darling Sam," Bess wailed, contorting herself to reach down and take his peter into her eager hand.

Lapping at Bess' pussy no longer held any interest for Sam. Up came his head, looking about with half-closed eyes as he fucked Bess' tightly gripping hand.

"No, darling," Bess protested, jerking away her hand and slapping the couch where she wanted him to be.

Obediently Sam leaped up onto the couch and let Bess lay him down and roll him over onto his back. He lay there not moving a muscle, his legs bent and sticking up in the air. Bess shifted about and knelt facing the couch, with her knees resting on the floor. Then, lowering and turning her face to best advantage, she opened her mouth and sank it down around the dog's organ.

Her lips tightened down around the pointed tip of his dick, then moved slowly toward its base, taking more and more of the still emerging penis into her mouth. The dog's copious sex juice caught on the outer surfaces of Bess' lips, pooling and spreading as she took the shiny red organ deeper into her oral cavity.

When she had all the cock her mouth could take, with that hot, pointed tip bent and poking at the back of her throat, Bess sucked down harshly and held, her cheeks hollowing in obscenely and quivering as her tongue licked frantically at Sam's heated shaft. For perhaps a half minute neither she nor the dog made any movement. Then, a groan coming up from the depths of her chest, Bess opened her mouth around the dick and sucked in the dog's secretions before she clamped down again and slowly drew her clinging and protruding lips out to the end of his cock.

After swallowing loudly and smacking her lips with satisfaction, Bess crawled up onto the couch and assumed a knee-to-chest position, offering her vulnerable ass to the dog as she laid her head down on a cushion and grinned toward the table of onlookers.

"Git it, boy. Come on, Sam. Get it," Bess coaxed, in a voice quavering with lust. She reached back between her parted legs and fingered open her cunt. "There, Sam. Fuck it, boy. Fuck it."

The rasping command brought Sam's ears up to a standing position. His head cocked to the side, resembling the trade mark of the dog hearing his owner's voice. Sam needed no other encouragement. The play was quite familiar to him, and even though he'd portrayed this part many times, he was eager to do it again. Bess had called out his cue, and he took it confidently from there on.

Quickly jumping to all fours, Sam took his place between Bess' protruding feet. He looked up into her held-apart red cunt and barked once, then reared up and put his front paws on her hips. Both front and back paws moving jerkily, he walked up Bess until his cock was nudging her genitals.

"Baby... oh, baby," Bess moaned, her fingers encircling and guiding the dog's organ into her seething pussy.

Whining and licking his chops, Sam hunched forward and drove the full length of his long, slim penis into Bess. Then, holding in and grinding against her, he dropped the front of his body and clasped his front legs around Bess' torso. Sam's paws almost disappeared into her breasts as he clamped down and hugged tightly to hang on. If Bess felt any pain because of his ill-placed paws, she didn't show it. Her hand flattened over the bottom part of her stomach and moved till her middle finger was busily flicking her clitoris back and forth. The fingers on her other hand, resting on the couch above her head, clenched down into a fist so tight that her knuckles turned white. Bess heaved a sigh of deep satisfaction and dreamily closed her eyes.

Faith's voice burst forth in a hoarse whisper, "Good Lord!"

"What's the matter, baby?" asked Lucia, grinning. "Gettin' to ya?"

"That's the dirtiest thing I ever saw," she said, then added in a faint whisper, "But damn... is it ever exciting!"

"Wanna try it?"

"Oh no, Lucia! I couldn't let myself into that kind of thing."

"Some afternoon?" Lucia coaxed. "Just you and me and Sam?"

Faith quickly glanced around to see if any of the others were looking at her. When she was sure all eyes but hers and Lucia's were staring at Sam and Bees, she turned back to Lucia, looking hungrily into her smiling eyes as she furtively nodded her head.

On the couch, Sam's tongue now hung from his panting mouth, drooling saliva onto Bess' naked back as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy. His back was arching and straightening with incredible speed, his hunching ass pistoning back and forth so fast that it was impossible to tell where it was at any particular point. A fast-shuttered camera might have been able to catch the dog's ass in one spot, but not the human eye. It was a frantic, lightning swift motion, a blur of movement.

Bess was near out of her mind. An incoherent jumble of sounds poured from her mouth. She whimpered and cried, then laughed shrilly and rubbed her face back and forth into the cushion. Both hands now at her head, she alternated between pulling her hair and slapping the couch, like a wrestler pinned to the mat and suffering greatly.

Then she froze, her mouth and eyes wide open and staring out blankly into the room. "OH GOD!... OH GOD!" She yelled, and began trembling from head to toe.

Panting like a steam engine straining up the side of Pike's Peak, Bess shuddered uncontrollably through a long, drawn out orgasm of unbelievable intensity. Finally, at the end, her eyeballs rolling about in their sockets, and moaning as if she were dying, Bess slumped forward onto the couch, breaking her union with the dog's long, skinny dick. She lay there whimpering and jerking as Sam poked urgently at her butt with his nose, trying to get her up into position so he could finish.

"Oh Lordy!" It was Tanya, on her feet and hurrying over to the couch. In a frenzy of lust, she hooked her hands behind Bess and rolled her off the couch. Before Bess thudded to the floor, Tanya leaped on the couch and took her place, kneeling and pushing her ass back at Sam. "Hurry, Sam... Hurry," Tanya hissed.

There was no licking this time, no preliminaries. Neither woman nor dog needed them. Both were raging with lust, raw animal need. Tanya's human intelligence was for the moment lost to her, a superficial thing that had buckled under to the more basic and universal strength of the urge for sexual fulfillment. The sounds she made as Sam mounted and rammed his hot cock deep into her belly were prehuman in origin, animalistic, snarls, grunts.

"Look at 'em go! Jesus... Look at 'em! " Buck shouted.

The jolly black giant was no longer jolly. The jungle blood of his ancestors beat like a throbbing tom-tom at his temples. His thick cock stood hard and black, weeping clear fluid from the pouting mouth at the tip of his glans. Boom, boom, boom went his heart, pumping the blood out through his massive body at a frenzied rate. With each beat of his heart the big penis jerked and swayed, demanding and drawing his attention to his burning need for copulation. "Now," he hissed, "now!" and jumped to his feet, catching the chair as he rose and flinging it to bounce off the wall behind him. He turned toward Faith, his cock slapping her in the face with a splat.

Faith stared at the sturdy black cock, at the heavy bag of swaying balls between his legs. The lewd scene with the dog had set her loins to burning hotter than they ever had in her life. Her nostrils were flared, her breathing labored. With a guttural groan she reached out for Buck's ebony genitals. One small white hand cupped his nuts and rolled them about as the other gripped the base of his organ and held it still. She rubbed her cheek against the bulging head of Buck's cock, then moaned and opened her mouth wide to take the next inevitable step.

Boyd saw it all. His wife, panting and eager, willingly bending forward and kissing the black cock she gripped so lightly. He felt light-headed, and feared that at any moment he might faint away. It was horrible to see Faith kissing and licking at that nigger dick. The sight was pure torture for Boyd. Faith was wild for it, that was plain for all to see. But the worst part was not Faith's reaction. It was his. Boyd thrilled at his wife wanting Buck. She was going to screw the nigger. Boyd knew there was nothing he could do to stop it happening.

But he didn't want to stop it. Had he held a gun in his hand he still would not have tried to stop it. His mind reeled, shouting, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," inside his head. He wanted to watch it, to see the expression on his wife's face as that huge black cock spread her cunt more than it had ever been spread before and disappeared up into her white belly. He didn't have long to wait.

Faith had the head of Buck's dick in her mouth and was licking and sucking loudly. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks hollowed. Her expression said that what she was doing thrilled the hell out of her inhibited, lily-white Southern mind. She slurped wetly as Buck shoved away her mouth.

"Let's fuck," Buck said, reaching out and picking her up with his hands under her armpits. He lifted her from the chair like a child, and raised her up till her eyes looked down at him. "You ready, baby?"

Faith's eyes devoured him. "Yes," she whispered. Then her legs went out and clamped around his body, pulling her crotch up against his chest. Her ankles locked at the small of his back, her toes curling under and her heels pressing into his buttocks. "Shit yes, daddy. Give it to me! Give me that big black cock! Lower me down and impale me with it!"

Buck grinned up at Faith, lowering her slowly and letting her wet cunt catch and jerk along his chest and stomach. Finally he felt the warmth of her cunt pressing over the head of his dick. He stopped there, holding the trembling white girl still, savoring the tight fit of her outer lips around his glans.

"Go on," she urged Buck. "Let me down over it!"

"Faith, you silly little honky. Don't you know this is gonna ruin you for white cock for the rest of your life? After I get through with you, that husband of yours won't be able to touch either side of your pussy with that little peter of his."

"I don't care, Buck," Faith moaned. "Fuck me. I've got to have it right now!"

"You gonna have it, baby... stuck clear up to your tits!" Buck grunted, suddenly releasing her to lower herself down onto his cock.

She sank down only a fraction of an inch, wincing in pain and throwing her arms about his neck. "Oh God... Buck? It's too big for me! It won't go in... it hurts!"

"Relax your legs. You got it all tensed up." He cupped the cheeks of her ass. "Let loose your legs. I got you now, you won't fall."

Fearfully, she did as he said, unlocking her ankles and letting her calves slide down the backs of his legs. Her pussy relaxed and took in half of his massive organ. Faith's breath sucked in harshly, and she stopped her descent by clamping her heels on the insides of his calves. She gaped wild-eyed at him, her mouth hanging open and gasping for air, her tits jiggling and swaying as they rose and fell rapidly.

"Good so far?"

"Yesss... Christ yes!"

"Git the rest of it, baby. It's the best part!"

Little by little, Faith gingerly let herself down around Buck's black stanchion, sighing and moaning as her face mirrored the pure delight of being filled so thoroughly.

"Oh, Buck... darling man!"

"A little more, baby. There's a little more. Take it all."

Though she doubted it would be possible, since the head of his cock was already nudging her womb, Faith licked her lips and nodded, then closed her eyes and eased down against the hot knob. Nothing happened for a second. Then, very slowly, her uterus began to give way, slipping farther up into her body and elongating her vagina to take the rest of Buck's prick inside.

She shuddered and cried out, "Oh... oh... oh," over and over.

"Is it hurtin' you too much, Faith?" Buck asked.

She wouldn't answer until the lips of her cunt were pressing into the coarse hair surrounding the base of his cock. Then she groaned mournfully and rocked back, keeping only their loins together as her upper body angled out away from his. She opened her eyes and smiled up at his face, holding on with her hands clasped behind his neck. "It doesn't hurt... not now. Oh Lord, Buck. I never knew... never knew."