Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Half sobbing now, Janet looked back, shifting her quaking, round ass-cheeks in an effort to try and capture the lengthening animal prick; like a bitch in heat, Paul thought, she was striving to swallow the long, scarlet organ into her voracious, grasping vagina. But the sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, and Paul caught his breath as he was certain the beast was about to drive the weapon right up his wife's unprotected rectum. With a cry, Janet tensed, evaded the bending, up-slipping prong in fright, and writhing, brought the blindly thrusting penis to slide beneath, into the soft, hair-nested crevice, rubbing against her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing prick contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of Janet's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unsheltered shaft rubbed between them.

Paul held his breath as did the lovely creature beside him and the other spectators who sat up rigidly on their couches to watch the massive dog bucking frenziedly at his moaning wife's buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the still growing lean tip of his mammoth, glistening prick. Abruptly, the animal bared its fangs and growled loudly in obvious frustration, as Janet, in desperation, reached between her legs and grasped the slippery rod of animal flesh, guiding the point of it into her glistening pink slit, spreading it open wider and wider with each jolting thrust.

Groans of disbelief ripped through the room and the girl beside Paul clutched tightly at his pulsating cock as the huge animal romped forward, burying the giant cudgel deep up into his squirming wife's pink, grasping hole. It slithered into her with a wet rush until it was interred to the hilt, until his hairy, canine balls swung below her wetly matted pubic hair… and the lovely Italian girl beside him whose name he did not remember could stand it no longer. She pulled aside her toga and straddled Paul's lap, taking his throbbing, stone-hard cock and manipulating its purple, blood-inflated head up and down between the hot, wet lips of her seething furrow before she finally poked it into her yawning, viscous-covered vagina and lowered her loins down on him with a thudding, grunting plunge.

Janet breathed a moan of relief from her lust twisted mouth as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet Vailante's supreme, panting thrusts. His forelegs clung to her waist like powerful, furry arms and she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic pleasure of the animal-fucking this beautiful beast was pounding into her from the rear. She turned her face so that she could watch in the wall of mirror, and she read the debauched exultation this unnatural coupling was bringing her. She saw her large, taut breasts dancing tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in cadence with the delightfully rampaging animal prick that was growing, growing, growing inside her seething belly. She watched it slid deeper and deeper and deeper into her clasping, wet cunt from behind, a relentless, steaming shaft of glistening flesh burrowing into her.

Suddenly, with one hand she reached back and found the warm, throbbing, puckered little mouth of her anus and slowly inserted one finger, pressing forward into the soft, rubbery flesh until she had buried it in herself to the palm of her hand.

"Oh Christ! Oh shit! Fuck me you beautiful brute!" Janet panted back at the dog as she pummeled her finger into her asshole and tried to spread her thighs even farther apart to the monstrous animal prick fucking into her. She clenched her teeth and the tears streamed from her eyes as she moaned insanely, "Oh yes… yesss… yesssss… Fuck! Shit! Cock! Cunt! It's wonderful… wonderful…! Fuck harder! Harder! Fill my cunt with your hot, animal sperm! Flood me! Spew it into me!"

In her drugged state, Janet no longer felt human. She was a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this panting monster and she ground her buttocks back against his hairy, hammering body like another animal. She felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks and sensed them dribbling down the backs of her thighs, was the mounting pressure in her belly and loins signaled that her rising orgasm was almost due.

Paul had lost all sense of purpose with the driving sensations the luscious Italian girl had instigated once more within him, and with the lewd, ruttish sight of his wire being willingly raped by a vicious animal; he had forced his fucking-companion up onto the couch and was mounting her from behind as the beast in the glass cubicle was doing to his precious wife. And now, he could hardly contain himself as he threw back his head and rammed his pulsating, heavy cock into the kneeling girl like a battering ram, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard against her upturned ass. He could feel the white, soft cheeks flattened out from the wide-split crevice toward her hips from the pressure he was exerting into her backside. He convulsively reached forward, clasping his hands tightly around her narrow, wasp-like waist where it flared down into her broad, well-formed hips, and held her so tight she could not move. A low, dragging moan came from her lips as he surged into her with long, deep strokes, into the wet, palpitating slit between her buttocks which hollowed and shook beneath his hands as though she were being beaten with a whip.

He swung his head from side to side as he rammed his cock to its hilt into the girl's wide-stretched and gaping cunt, and then suddenly he heard a muffled scream and turned his head to view the salacious scene of Janet twisting her own head from side to side wildly, her long blonde hair churning on the bed. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her buttocks back greedily against the dog like a demon-bitch with distemper. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the coating of sweat lining her back. She screamed suddenly, and rammed back against the dog insanely, just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep into her clasping vagina. Paul stared in fascination as Janet's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from the flowered lips of her lust-tightened cunt, squeezing and milking the prick of the dog, forming thin trails of the viscid liquid that ran in obscene rivulets down the ivory columns of her soft inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward onto her face, exhausted, and the rapidly deflating cock of the great dog slipped from her ravaged passageway… and then the cubicle began to rise toward the ceiling…

Almost instantaneously, Paul felt a gush of warmth around his own cock inside the girl's pulsating vagina, and her juices began to seep out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded prick and down into the softness of his swaying testicles.

She too was coming, and grunted out her release as she continued to demoniacally buck her beautiful ass back at him. Paul clenched his eyes tightly shut and felt his balls begin to wildly erupt. His hot sperm spurted like a fire-hose through the end of his driving cock and squirted savagely far up into the girl's palpitating vagina… and that's when it happened.

Someone screamed, and then another as light flooded the room. The police had arrived!

Janet lay completely spent, her brain awash in utter depraved despair as Doctor Leduc burst into the room and began screaming at her insanely.