Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with the great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again, and again, the beast slammed into her, hard long strokes, his ever thickening cock caressing the smooth inner-walls of her cuntal channel. The pointed tip found its mark at her cervix, pummeling it hard, as it thrust deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss. The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through her soft, white body to the core of her very soul.

She slipped her hands beneath Max's tense buttocks, cupping them in her small palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue wiped around and around the swollen glans furiously, until Max Bovino felt it pushing near the bursting point, while she took near all of his rigid shaft as far back in her throat as was humanly possible.

Max wondered that the slut didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on, as if his cock was some sort of idol of adoration to her. He thought of Susan Sheldon and all of the lewd things he intended to subject her to. He thought of himself, the great Max Bovino, ex-Mafioso, retired to this hick-city by the brother hood because of his blindness, ousted from his rightful place, denied millions of dollars because of a stupid vial of acid… and vicious hatred and revenge, mixed with sadistic anticipation caused great pools of heat to build in the depths of his bloated balls, while he visualized her face working above his sweating loins. He imagined the tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like a worshipper flipping into a religious spasm. The muscles of his middle-aged stomach tightened until he was sure they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up out of the chair, shoving even further between the moistness of her full lips.

Silk watched with lust-filled little eyes, his pants-front open now, and his rock-hard cock in his hand, while Lily Vance's wet mouth clasped greedily around his boss' thick white prick sawing upward into her lovely salaciously contorted, face. Excitedly, he hammered at himself and watched the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to the rod as though held there by some unseen force. It was too much, the way the bitch was sucking and licking the big-man's massive prick, as if it were some phenomenon she'd never before had in her mouth, cupping and squeezing at his inflated balls with both hands, white fluid seeping from the corners of her mouth in tiny dribbles as she reveled in the debasement of mouth-fucking him, a masochistic light gleaming in her desire glazed eyes, while Launcelot's tongue hung loosely from his mouth and he pounded into her waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from the animal tongue onto the coated film of sweat covering her back, and Silk heard her begin to grunt and groan as he pumped harder at his own organ and reached for the handkerchief in his pocket, a wild tingling beginning to gnaw at his own testicles.

Max heard his own strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs through the tortured passages of his gullet. Shit, he was going to cum! This was when he wished he could see! Godamn! He writhed his hips furiously. He seemed to be standing on his head! He imagined her lovely face working, the lips sucking, his prick throbbing, his body straining… Now! NOW!

"Suck it you cunt! I'm cumming!" he choked gutturally at her. "Suck it hard! Hard!"

He felt the needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into her receptive throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, greedily sucking on and on in obvious frenzy while his great load continued to gush into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pressing it hard down onto his prick.

Lily thrust her ass back at the panting dog's beautifully expanded cock buffeting into her in flamed passage. Every muscle in her body contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked chokingly at Max's jerking prick in her throat while the tiny sphincter muscle of her asshole clenched and opened in sympathetic spasms. Her lush buttocks flexed to tensed hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing scream deep in her chest and the building pressure inside her unleashed in the moment she had been waiting for.

Silk Weaver gaped at the sight with wild perverted lust as Lily's white rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, indicating the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly, and he jumped from his chair to get closer, his own lurching member getting ready to belch its load into the handkerchief he held before its knob, its pulsating head an angry purple from the pumping punishment of his clutching hand. Then, he saw the thick white animal sperm oozing from the lips of her naked, grasping cunt, pulling and milking at the prick of the dog, forming thin trickles of the viscid fluid to run in obscene rivulets down the ivory columns of her soft, inner thighs. Her backside glistened as the great beast's rod lost its strength and slipped out of her with a hissing, slurping sound, while his own climax racked his bony frame and the nozzle of his prick jetted its emission into the waiting handkerchief.

Max Bovino let off a long sigh and he slumped into the softness of his chair, his cock deflating in the slut's throat and mouth while she went on gently nibbling and sucking at it, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery fluid, then licking him dry to his total satisfaction. Finally, he pushed her away in disgust.

"All right, all right, for Christ's sake… get out of here, bitch," he growled angrily. "Enough of you is too much. Get rid of her, Silk. She makes me sick… and bring me a robe."

"Sure, Boss," the pitted-faced lieutenant said, tucking his own member away and zipping up his pants.

He watched Lily slip into her robe and knot the belt around her slender waist, at the same time trying to shake her hair into place with a wagging gesture of her pretty head, carefully avoiding the scrawny man's vicious little eyes. Then, he grasped her arm tightly and led her toward the door of the luxurious fortress-like suite that made up the entire third-floor of the Diamond Dell.

"Take your hands off me, snake!" she hissed at him under her breath, her cringing hatred obvious in her narrowed, tear-dampened green-eyes.

Silk leered at her evilly. "Cunt!" he whispered viciously between clenched teeth. Then, at the door, he added: "He's just about had his fill of you… then, it'll be my turn, bitch."

Lily's mouth fell slightly open as she realized what he'd said carried an unwanted horrible ring of truth. She had sensed it this time, too! Max was tiring of her! Dear God… and she'd let herself come to love him! Wh-What was to happen to her then? N-Not this filthy reptile! Never! She'd kill herself first.

Silk made an almost viperish little laugh and plunged his hand inside her wrap to clutch cruelly at her soft, rotund breast, squeezing and twisting at the tender nipple brutally before she actually realized what had happened. She gasped aloud, sucking in her breath sharply from the pain.

"What the hell's going on?" Max shouted. "I told you to get me a robe and get rid of that cunt!"

"Sure, Boss, right away," Silk said, grinning at her. Then, to Lily: "Maybe tonight, bitch, eh? I'll come to your place after the show and let you suck me."

"Never!" Lily rasped. "I'd die first!"

Silk shrugged. "Maybe that can be arranged too. Eh? Meantime, better get to your dressing room with the rest of the pigs. You go on in a few minutes."

"I-If you ever touch me, I'll tell him, Silk! I swear I will!" she warned, her face twisted with loathing fear. "He'll kill you…!"