Robert Vickers: Raped teaser

Milo was having a lot of fun running his tongue over the food-smeared cuntlips.

Miriam struggled to force her cunt muscles to close on the dog's tongue, to keep it out of her cunt. She failed. The animal's agile, lapping tongue was too quick for her. Milo continued to lick deep and wet inside her. The woman was revolted by the thought of a dog licking her cunt.

She wasn't in pain. Quite the opposite. She began to sob when the woman realized it felt good. She wouldn't admit that this perverted, lewd, obscene thing could feel good! Her cunt began to water as Milo attended to her with absolute precision.

His tongue flicked out, hit the spot of juicy dog food and coarsely rubbed against the woman's aroused clit. Bolts of carnal lightning soared through her body. Milo then lapped the entire distance along her pussylips. Miriam sobbed quietly as her body started to shake with erotic palsy. It felt so good!

Milo's tongue wormed its doggy way into the woman's snatch. The animal was enjoying this game. He wondered why the two women had never let him play it before. The taste of a human female was different, but he liked it. He liked it a lot. Milo continued to work his tongue in and out until the dog food was eaten from Miriam's cunt.

Then he started nuzzling and snuffling around in the furry patch of her cunt mound. It felt good against his cold nose. He snuffled again, snorting as he rubbed up against Miriam's leg.

She felt her pet's cold, dripping nose on her cunt. The shaggy-haired animal was soft and sensuous when he rubbed along her leg. She couldn't deny the animal was a little like a mobile fur piece, a sexy, moving fur piece.

But the waves of sensation that rippled through her body made the woman shiver. She couldn't possibly enjoy this. Her cunt was calling her a liar by pouring out gallons of oily lubricants. She tried to deny it and only succeeded in increasing the height of feelings in her turned on body.

Miriam was openly crying when she came. The orgasm smashed through her, then left her drained and weak. Milo didn't understand what was going on. Besides, his doggy mind quickly grew bored. He curled up at her feet and went to sleep.

Fred chuckled and Ross smiled. The redhead asked Miriam, "See how much fun your pet can be, love?"

"You're scum!" she shouted. "Scum! Lower than the lowest animal that ever crawled the Earth!"

"You oughta know. You who gets off on animals eating out your tasty little cunt!" he shot back. Miriam didn't say another word.

"Let's get some food and scram. Sure the girl's tied up real good?"

"No worries, Ross."

The two loaded the Finney van with food for the long trip to Canada. Ross found a roadmap and started figuring that they could reach Seattle and be across in Vancouver in about twenty hours of hard driving. They didn't dare drive over the speed limit. Getting caught in a hot car was bad, being sent back to Q was even worse.

"This is a really snazzy van, ain't it?" Fred looked through the insides of the Chevy van. There was a mattress on the floor in back. Cabinets lined the walls for storage. Curtains closed over the back window to insure privacy.

"Real nice. Old man Finney must be well heeled to outfit a rig like this. But to hell with that. Let's roll!"

Fred managed to get the van started and they headed down the dusty trail to the highway. The bouncing and jostling was bad, even at the slow speed they had to go.

Ross heard a tiny metallic snap. Quick as a striking snake, he turned to see a partially clad Karen jumping into the back of the van.

"How the hell did you get loose?" he asked.

"Fred forgot there were knives around. And that he hadn't strung me up like he did my mother. So, here I am!" She was only partially clothed. It was obvious she'd thrown as many of her things into a paper sack as she could and then run like hell after the fleeing men.

Ross sighed. "So what're we going to do with you?"

A gleam crept into Karen's jet-black eyes. "Well, I can think of all sorts of things." She sat down on the mattress as the van bounced along and spread her legs in a wide vee. The girl hadn't had time to put on any underwear. Her snatch was already dewy with lust drops.

Ross sighed again and shrugged. "Drive on for a while, Fred. Then you can spell me back here." He dropped his jeans to reveal a quivering, long hard cock. If the van was going to bounce all over the road, then he'd take advantage of it.

Karen held out her arms and Ross dropped heavily on top of her. His weight pinned her firmly to the mattress, kept her from sliding around as the van drove over the uneven dirt road. When his cock slipped easily up her cunt, he didn't even have to do any work. The man just relaxed and let the motion of the van work the hard length of prick around inside the frothy cunt.

"That's more like it!" Karen exclaimed.

She lay back to enjoy the sensations flooding her body. It was like a warm, carnal ocean flowing over her. Each time the van hit a bump, she could feel Ross' cock wiggle inside her. The friction was warming her up fast. Her hips began to buck and thrash so badly, she locked her legs around behind Ross' back.

The two lay locked together in each other's embrace as the van sped on its way to Canada and freedom.

Karen was happy. She'd gotten away from her parents and the strict hold they kept on her. Fred could hardly wait to take his turn. And Ross couldn't complain. Not when he had his prick buried far up one of the juiciest, hottest and tightest cunts he'd ever found.

No, he couldn't gripe at all!