John Kellerman - A girl_s best friend

He sensed her lips creeping further onto his shaft and the muscles of her throat working as she swallowed almost rhythmically, his loins tensing and jerking, and he realized that she was trying desperately to work his shaft down into her throat to his balls. Its head throbbed and jumped insanely with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue caressing its sides, then, she began to work her head up and down gently and he imagined the pink inner-flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the thick shaft as she sucked it voraciously, her mind feverish with the carnality of the act.

He felt her breasts swaying and dancing against the hairy flesh of his naked belly from the short up and down motion of her pumping torso, and momentarily he envisioned his Jan sucking him this way; it was her lovable cunt that his tongue was slithering in and out of, and the small, elastic like, viscous hole his mouth was glued to belonged to her… then all thoughts raced from his mind!

The door had opened and Darrel Jenkins, with Sara, entered… smiling as they approached the bed, their eyes sparkling in lascivious fascination… and they were both naked!

"Don't stop!" Darrel said graciously.

His smile becoming a lurid grin as he came close to gently place his hand on Randi's ass and look down into Gil's face that was half-smothered in the opened, glistening pink crevice of her luscious cunt.

Gil knew that his own eyes must be bugging out of his skull. But it wasn't because of the interruption, he'd half-expected that. It was the near-nauseating sight of the little monster's deformed body.

His breastbone and delineated ribs appeared about ready to tear through the almost-chalk-white covering of skin, and when he half-turned, Gil saw the distorted hump of his left shoulder blade; his lower-legs and thighs seemed to be of an equal size in circumference, and his belly a fat little pod, but the phenomenon was the massive length of tubular flesh that grew from his hairless pelvis, its reddish knob only partially visible inside the prepuce in its present flaccid state. Christ almighty, it was the biggest thing he'd ever seen on a human being.

If this gargoyle could be considered human! It had to be nine inches long just hanging there, and the tremendous sac it half-hid should contain the balls of a bull!

"We don't want to interrupt," Sara put in.

Gil merely glanced at her, aware that at any other time he would have been overwhelmed with her naked loveliness, for she was in every way the voluptuous equal of Randi, except that she like his Jan, was fringed erotically in black. But the shocking spectacle of Jenkins' sickeningly twisted body had nearly destroyed his desire.

"We merely want to join you…" Gil heard Sara finish.

Darrel Jenkins chuckled, then reached down in under Randi to cup and squeeze one breast cruelly.

"You always did have the biggest tits, Randi Baby," he hissed between clenched teeth, and Gil felt the vibrations of her groan travel the sagging length of his shaft.

"Aren't they excitedly wound up with each other, though?" Sara said, feverishly. "Look, Darling, Randi's sucked his cock right down into her throat… here! You can see it throbbing!"

Gil felt like a freak, himself, something abnormal on exhibition as he sensed Sara's small hand suddenly caressing his balls and he lay there with a mouthful of Randi's luscious cunt while he stared up into the agate eyes of Darrel Jenkins' depraved face. Then, he saw the little gargoyle's finger only inches from his nose, probing at the raised, fleshy circle of Randi's anus. Christ! He wanted to kill him!

"Both of you, roll onto your side," the little man ordered. "Don't stop sucking each other, just ease over."

Gil saw his tremendous prick give a lurch as it started to swell into hardness.

"I haven't fucked this doll's ass in ages… Sara, go over to the dresser there. In the top drawer you'll find an assortment of strap-on dildos. Pick yourself out a six-inch one," he chuckled lewdly. "I don't think old Martin here can take much more the first time around."

Gil couldn't believe his ears! Immediately, rage began to mount inside him and he started to lift Randi's spread crotch away from him, but to his amazement, her legs seemed to tighten, her whole body tensing as if to hold him securely in position as she agilely rolled onto her side, taking him with her.

For a moment, he felt as if he were caught in a version of a wrestler's scissors-hold, until it dawned on him that she was desperately trying to keep him from flying into a rage!

Somehow, he had managed to keep control of his anger, lending himself to his beautiful Randi's urgency; then he nuzzled his lips, mouth and tongue tighter into the moist raw flesh of her warm, quivering cunt to lick and thrust, her hair-fringed pussylips grazing his cheeks, and he felt her suck his cock deeper into her throat, her warm hand enveloping his pulsating balls as she affectionately squeezed and milked them.

For a moment, he'd nearly forgotten Darrel Jenkins and Sara, but their added weight to the bed reminded him. Until he felt soft and warm smooth flesh snuggling in close behind him, her full, hard-rippled breasts grazing and pressing into the muscles of his back, while the contours of her lush, satiny body filled the hollows of his own. He sensed the silken hair of her pelvis against his asscheeks and her hot thighs tight against the backs of his. Christ, he tried to imagine the obscene picture the four of them must make.

Male and female on their sides enwrapped in a lascivious sixty-nine act, with opposite male and female crowding close behind both participants, one with a tremendous human. Or was it inhuman… prick, and the lovely dark-haired beauty wearing a dildo! Shit, it had to be something out of De Sade!

But if she thought for one fucking minute she was going to sodomize him with some Goddamned plastic rod, she better think twice.

"P… Please don't do anything we'll be sorry for, Darling?" she whispered into his ear, kissing his neck then nipping at his earlobe. "We'll be punished… he's not a gentle man, Gil Martin. Please… I'll make it nice for you."

Gil wanted to say something, but with a mouth full of squirming cunt it was difficult… and his own prick felt as if it were going to shatter from the incessant sucking of Randi's throat muscles drawing and pulling at it while she massaged and squeezed his aching balls. He was going to cum a second time all right; there was no longer any question about that, but the growing pressure of another climax was a mixture of pain-pleasure he'd never imagined!

"Just give yourself to it, Gil Baby," Sara was whispering. "I promise you, it'll be heavenly. And look into the mirror… you'll be able to see everything, Darling… It'll help… Please… please don't fight me?"

Her entreaties baffled him, and there was no doubt but what she was actually worried. He withdrew his mouth from Randi's cunt and Randi seemed to raise her thigh as if she understood.

"What the hell are you talking about, anyway?" he hissed. "What're you to him that he can make you do whatever he wants?"

"Like Randi… I was his wife for awhile. And when he gets sick of wives he forces them into his international swap circle. God, Gil Martin don't try to fight it… just help us now! I promise, I'll be gentle… see?" she insisted as he felt her finger playing with his asshole like it was a tiny prick, taunting and probing at it, while Randi sucked wantonly on his shaft and crazy sensations spiraled through him!

Then, he saw the mirror that reflected the whole preposterous, obscene spectacle, but before he could visualize all of it, Darrel Jenkins' massive prick and balls blotted out his view, and mere inches from his eyes, he gaped with bated breath as the little monster pressed the huge, moist head of his cock against the tiny circle of Randi's puckered little asshole.