Gloria Day: House of dark pleasure

She gave up the effort of trying to understand, let her eyelids drop, shut out the red haze – then the thrills came again, more strongly.

The huge snake in her pussy was squirming wildly, pressing against all parts of her vulva at the same time. The tip of her clitoris was dragged inward by the thrust of the giant cock and as the shaft writhed, fierce throbs of ecstasy rocked through her sexual tissue. She felt the air panting from her lungs and her breasts, flattened against the mass of flesh on top of her, ached when she tried to move them. Her body jerked up the bed as the rod drove in deep again; she could feel wetness seeping out of her pussy, trickling down the walls of her vulva then wetting the tops of her thighs each time the cock pulled down.

A violent thrill rocked up to the top of her belly and she groaned; drew in her pelvis – making the cock press more strongly against her clitoris. I'm going to come – I've never felt like this! This dream is the most – the wildest – I'm coming!

Her clitoris was a crazy bobbing spire of sexuality as she started a wild orgasm. Right from my clit to my pussy – then round to my bottom and more – I'm coming all over!

Doris' lips opened in a soundless scream; she orgasmed, again then again, jerked her thighs and felt her vaginal lips closing, hugging on the alien snake that was fucking her with excruciating strength.

It's going right through main at the front and out of the back! I've never been fucked like this – not in a dream or for real!

Willis made a high, whining, animal-like sound as his orgasm started again. The hot juice flowed to the end of his cock in ragged, uneven spurts – then squirted, scaldingly, inside her straining pussy.

I'm all wet inside! I'm coming and I'm all wetted hot inside my pussy!

The violence of Doris' orgasm increased; a damp sweat covered all parts of her skin. She wanted to cry out, squirm herself frantically but felt as though she was still in the grip of a dream. The sexual spasms became unbearably intense as her orgasm reached an impossible peak – then the limits of Doris' endurance were passed, and she dropped into unconsciousness again.

Willis was still lying on top of the unconscious girl, his softening cock sliding slowly from her saturated pussy, when Mildred and Basil came to the bedroom door.

"Still doin' his thing!" Basil muttered angrily when he saw the position of the figures on the bed.

He hurried up to Doris' face, then reached down and drew up her eyelid. "Still unconscious," he murmured to himself, then added: "Poor kid!"

"Don't waste your time feeling sorry for the girl," said Mildred coldly. "She doesn't know what's happening – and would probably enjoy it if she did." She spoke to her son. "Willis, dear – get off her now. It's time to stop; you can play with her again tomorrow!"

Willis turned a slack face towards his mother, then gave a weak grin. "Fucked her, Mama – I fucked her pussy!"

"Yes, dear," said Mildred. "Now get off her – come down and have your milk."

Reluctantly, Willis squirmed himself to the foot of the bed, his penis dangling limply. He reached down, held his organ gently, then looked at his mother and smiled. "I did it twice, Mama – I fucked her cunt twice!"

"Yes, dear," said Mildred again. "Now get dressed and come downstairs."

Basil listened to the conversation with an expression of distaste on his face. When Willis had dragged on his pants and shirt, then let his doting mother lead him from the room, Basil turned his attention to Doris again.

She was lying very still, eyes closed, lips parted as she breathed deeply through her nose.

Absently, Basil stroked her cheeks. She was still, gave no sign of awareness. He noticed her breasts, touched the pink tips very gently and a tender smile crossed his face.

"You've got virginal breasts, Doris," he murmured, "but you're not a virgin!"

As he spoke, his eyes moved down her body, stopped at the top of her thighs. Her legs were still stretched open and the insides of her thighs were sopping wet. Basil bent, stared into her vagina. It was curled open, making a wide, red sexual mouth and its lips were saturated with a creamy fluid.

Basil touched it with a fingertip, sliding his finger on the edges of wet tissue. "Poor little pussy," he whispered. "You've been well fucked – too Goddamned well fucked!"

He touched the clitoris, and Doris flinched. "So aware!" he murmured. His face became excited: "I must examine you – fully and completely – and test you!" He thrust his finger deep inside her vulva, savoring the feel of warm, wet sensuality. "You must come to my office tomorrow, Doris, little girl."

Then Basil stooped, lifted Doris in his arms, and carefully carried her downstairs to her bedroom.

She was still unconscious when he placed her on her bed. He stripped off her shredded pantyhose then dampened a towel in the wash basin and wiped the outside, then inside, of her vagina.

She submitted to his ministrations without a sign of life. Basil searched among her clothes until he found a shortie-nightie, which he took to her bed. Carefully, he removed her torn brassiere and blouse then slipped the nightie over her head.

He had scarcely completed his task when Doris' eyelids flickered, then opened. A small frown of puzzlement creased her forehead.

"Where am I?" she blinked at Basil.

He sank onto the edge of her bed. "You're all right, Doris – you're at Romily Manor."

Doris sighed, remembering. "But what's happened? Why am I here in bed?" She looked down at herself in surprise.

"You fainted, Doris," Basil said smoothly, "it happens that way sometimes, after a shot – you remember the shot I gave you?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, I remember."

"There's nothing wrong. You'll feel fine in the morning; just have a good sleep – then in the afternoon, come and see me at my office." He pulled a card from his pocket, thrust it into her hand; then took it back, placed it on her bedside table. "You're all right, Doris, but I want to examine you – make a few tests."

Doris nodded again; a dream expression on her face, then she reached under the bedclothes and he saw her cheeks get red.

"What is it?" he asked, quietly.

She lowered her eyes, then whispered. "I-I was dreaming."

He nodded.

She opened her eyes wide. "A-an awful kind of dream."

"What, Doris?"

"You're a doctor," she said. "I can talk to you?"

He nodded again.

"It-it was like-like a sex dream," she whispered, flushing. "I-I dreamed that-that…" she broke off, looked embarrassed.

"Dreamed you were with a man?" Basil prompted.

She nodded her head eagerly. "Yes. Isn't that awful?"

"It's quite normal. Did you have an orgasm?"

"Yesss…" she hissed. "Oh, did I ever!"

"That should relax you, Doris. You'll sleep well tonight."

Her hand moved under the covers, then she met Basil's eyes with a puzzled expression. "But-but I feel as though I've really had a man inside me – like all open – you know what I mean?"

Her face was flushed.

"Dreams can be very vivid," Basil reassured her.

"I-I'm sore down there – Doctor, my pussy's all sore as though I've had a-a big thing inside me!" Her voice was a whisper.

"But you don't hurt?" he asked.

"Not hurt – but sore and…" She hesitated. "Aroused?" he asked.

Her flush became deeper, then she nodded. He saw her hand move under the covers.

"Do you masturbate, Doris?" he asked quietly.

She bit at her lips, closed her eyes.

"Do you?" he persisted.

Doris didn't answer.

Suddenly, Basil whipped the sheets down. Doris was lying with her thighs slightly parted and her hand was over her crotch. Two fingers had spread open her vaginal lips and a third finger was pressing on the head of her clitoris.