Chapter 8

Lonnie Carmel couldn't believe her ears! Stunned senseless, she turned to the woman she'd always considered her best friend, and wailed: "Cylvia! Noooooo!" Tears steeped her eyes in a bath of agony and fears. "Noooooooooo!"

Languidly, Cylvia Oliss got up from the couch and came to stand over Lonnie, and she grinned in obscene delight as she stared at the young wife's squirming body, impaled as it was by the finger of lusting Sam Zeigler. She placed her hands over Lonnie's breasts and squeezed the tender globes. "We're going to show you a new way of life, Lonnie. A better way -- and you're going to learn to like it !"

"No... no..." the shattered young woman mewled, cringing. "I... I want to go home now. I've had enough for one night." She never had felt so ashamed or alone or defenseless then, for Zeigler and Cylvia started to laugh fiendishly.

"Stop pretending to be so damned innocent, Lonnie," Cylvia said, still chuckling, "you sure have been enjoying the show, what with allowing Sam, a perfect stranger to fingerfuck you. And the way you're squirming around, I'd say you're still hotter than hell."

"I've been a fool," Lonnie wailed. "Oh, God! A drunken fool, but I love my husband and I don't want to deceive him any more than I already have." She tried to bury her tear-stained face in her hands, but Cylvia's manipulating hands on her breasts prevented her. Instead she leaned back, her eyes clenched and wet, her teeth bared over her straining lips. "I've done enough to be sorry for to last me a lifetime."

"Lonnie," Zeigler said, smirking, his finger digging in her trembling cunt, "Lonnie, you've barely begun." He took it out suddenly.

Together, the gangster and Mrs. Oliss pulled the terrified, but emotionally charged young woman down on the couch, and then Zeigler started pushing her knees apart and slid his hand once more under her mini-skirt. Lonnie spasmed with a deep, gurgling wretchedness in her throat as the G-string was pulled farther to one side of her vaginal slit and he caressed the naked pink flesh. She moaned out her humiliation, then groaned as Zeigler once more commenced to slowly stroke in and out in a make-believe of copulation.

"Go on and make all the noise you want, Lonnie. The walls are sound-proofed and the glass unbreakable. That is, if anybody was interested in what's going on in here -- which they aren't. They're playing their own games while watching the dog-fuck show."

Lonnie Carmel fluttered her eyes open again, and the first sight she saw was the stage. A gasp of utter horror sprang from her lips, and for a split second she forgot about her own misery as she caught the obscene spectacle on the bed. The girl, still kneeling on all fours, and the huge animal at her swaying ivory buttocks, and the beast was mounting her... his huge paws covered in mittens so that his claws couldn't scratch. But Lonnie's agonized vision telescoped in on the glistening, scarlet tube of the dog's penis which had slid from his hairy sheath and was now dancing in the soft crevice of the girl's up-tilted buttocks; the dog jerked and trembled in his attempt to find the girl's vagina and to bury his thick tapered shaft into her belly.

The girl tensed, evading the alien invasion of her cunt, but the dog, mindlessly thrust time and time again, and then in frustration, growled and once again bared his saliva dripping fangs. Lonnie held her breath as the girl, in desperation and absolute terror, reached one slim, young arm back and grasped the slippery canine penis and guided it to the point of her pink, wet slit where her open vaginal mouth flexed invitingly. And then the dog heaved his massive loins forward and buried his scarlet cock into her cunt with a quick wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging lewdly below her blonde pubic hair.

Lonnie's breath whistled as she let it out, and a deep burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in intensity as the ravishing sight continued unabated. Then her mind jumped back to the room and her own plight as the couch shifted and Cylvia's sweet feminine perfume filled her nostril's... she looked around and the woman was standing naked, unashamed, as breathtaking a blonde Venus as she had been in Lonnie's arms but a few hours earlier!

Her body and mind, a swirling, shattering craze of liquor and torment, didn't even offer a protest as she felt her naked girlfriend and Zeigler lift her buttocks and remove her dress... then her G-string, her last vestige of protection! Her cunt was exposed to their lusting gazes now, and she heard Zeigler groan in appreciation as he leered over her quivering thighs. A burning shame flowed through her, and she held her breath as she watched the girl on the bed being buffeted by the dog and then drip saliva from his lolling tongue onto her back... and she heard the rustling of clothes, and she knew that Zeigler was stripping naked.

Then a surging heat inundated her vagina and expanded her breasts, and her brain revolved as Cylvia unbuttoned the see-through blouse, leaving Lonnie without even the last vestige of decency, and somewhere in the haze of her mind, she heard her girlfriend say:

"She's a hot piece of ass, Sam. I've had her once today, and she's about ready for you to fuck. But let me get her really primed first. Help me if you want; she can take anything."

"Noooo," came bubbling from the helpless young wife's lips, but to no avail. Cylvia's lewd suggestion was set into action without a moment's hesitation; in unison, the naked bodies of Zeigler and Mrs. Oliss closed in on her, and they began to run their hands over her full, quivering breasts and soft warm flesh until her white skin glowed pearlescent. Cylvia took Lonnie's nipples and massaged them to agonizing hardness, and Lonnie could only stare in wonderment as the woman began crawling over her squirming body and lick her nipples, her areoles, her white curve of flesh... Then down, down with passionate kisses over the soft mound of her belly and the smoldering skin of her inner thighs. A seething hot coal scalded her belly and loins, leaving her thighs and vagina steaming. She tried to close her obscenely spread legs, but Cylvia's hands forced them apart slightly more.

A gripping lust ripped through Sam Zeigler, making his legs weak and his testicles swell with the excitement of the scene. God! The damned dog show wasn't nearly as passionate or lust-provoking as the lewd depravity of the two naked wives. Cylvia was forcing the Carmel woman's slender ankles apart until her full-lipped cunt was no longer a pink slash but a gaping valley of quivering flesh. His eyes mirrored the glittering eyes of Cylvia Oliss as with obscene delight they stared at Lonnie's tingling upraised clitoris.

"As they say, Lonnie," Cylvia mused, "when getting your pussy fucked is inevitable, relax and enjoy it." Her lips were glistening with anticipatory saliva. "And, honey, I know you enjoy what I'm going to do to you."

A hopeless moan fluttered from Lonnie as she felt for the second time in the evening her girlfriend's hot, panting breath on her raw, moist, pink cunt. And then she groaned as Cylvia lowered her head and sucked her vagina, licking her clitoris with her tongue until it was hard and throbbing. Velvet lips once more were covering her sensitive pussy lips and the hair-fringed edges of her vaginal split until Lonnie's breath was matching Cylvia's in intensity and excitement. Her body squirmed ecstatically as teeth, lips, tongue worked their magic scorchings across her loins.

"Oh God... oh God, you're driving me mad I can't take this... no, no... please stop, Cylvia!" Her cries filled the room, making Zeigler's hardened penis jerk with blood-filled tingling. God! He was having a hard time controlling his throbbing cock, waiting until Cylvia was ready to let it take the place of her teasing mouth.

Lonnie's mind whirled and she gasped in short, grunting breaths as Cylvia slid from her moist pubic slit, playing with her hungry cunt opening, and then thrust her tongue deep as it would go inside her vaginal tunnel. Lonnie could feel that pink tongue all the way up her belly and to her breasts. But the Oliss wife wasn't satisfied; she wanted more than soft moans, she wanted to be begged, to be screamed at...

Cylvia raised her face and grinned lewdly up the expanse of undulating flesh, past the rose-tipped crests of Lonnie's breasts. Her mouth and cheeks were moist and glistening from her own saliva and the young wife's secretions. "Tell me," she taunted. "Tell me what you want... tell me, Lonnie!"

Lonnie gasped and rolled her body from side to side, and sobbed uncontrollably in humiliation and rippling sensuality. She couldn't, she just couldn't do what Cylvia wanted... it was too lewd to form into words... but then she saw the young girl on the bed with the dog again, and she shuddered as her own lust erupted deep in her belly at the salacious sight.

The girl was reveling in total, abandoned humiliation as the panting, lunging animal fucked her on the bed, in full view of the glassed-in rooms. Rivulets of moisture were clearly visible in the crevice of the girl's rotating buttocks, the droplets glistening in the stage-lights.

"Damn it, Lonnie, tell me!" Cylvia hissed urgently.

Lonnie Carmel watched the girl in abject fascination, almost delirious from the suckings on her own cunt and the lewdness of the dumb beast screwing the young girl. But she clenched her teeth shut, unable to comply with the obscene command of the woman hovering over her. And yet... as the girl on the stage undulated her buttocks, and the stage slowly revolved so that all of the alien coupling could be seen, Lonnie realized that the girl, far from her earlier look of abhorrence, was now encouraging the German Shepherd to fuck her. The little blonde's face was contorted in enrapturement and her taut breasts danced beneath her hunched body, moving in time to the huge dog cock which was skewering her warm, throbbing pussy. The girl was no longer a female human being -- but a quivering mass of lust-deranged, sweating flesh begging for subjugation, reveling in the delicious screwing she was receiving from behind.

And... as Lonnie Carmel watched all this, the dam inside her burst. Eager and desperate mewlings poured from her lips, as she knew her plight was hopeless, the pleasure too great. Her mouth opened and closed to the sensuous lickings of the girlfriend in and around her cunt. A hot flame burst from her tortured loins all the way up to her breasts, and she was no longer able to fight the lust which raced out of control through her body.

"Do it... do it... yes, dooo iiiitttttttt," she babbled frantically.

"Do what?" Cylvia teased, and Zeigler grinned down at the two women's faces of lust and added: "Yes, Lonnie, tell us what you want me to do to you."

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Please..." Lonnie's whole tormented soul shuddered under the lash of her self-defilement, but she was cognizant of nothing save her own obscene words. "Fuck meeeee!"