Unknown - Driving Daisy Crazy

That cock in her mouth, surely she could not be dreaming that! But then, why not?

Is this not merely an exotically erotic replay of what happened at the pool this afternoon?

Or was the pool the reality and this a subconscious or unconscious replay?

It's all so mystifying.

And here, now, her body, telling her to enjoy herself with these three, now revealed to her for who they are, but for those silly little masks which cover their eyes.

Or is this the next step in the dream progression from her waltzing fuck with the three hooded figures, whose cocks so resemble those which even now invade her orifices.

But whatever it is, the feeling is intense. Uncomfortable at first, now she loosens up, even managing to relax herself, by a (conscious?) effort of will.

How terribly convenient of her imagination, she thinks, to use three real men, rather than going to the trouble of dreaming up three abstract males.

Such as the hooded figures, a convenient device for delivering the male goodies while skipping over the details of the men themselves.

That showed real imagination, but hers or theirs? And why does it all begin with a dizzying fall into unconsciousness, awakening to an ammonia smell, and then lapsing back into induced unconsciousness.

"I believe it's your story anyway from here on in, isn't it, Belladonna?"

The discord between the two dominatrixes Lucrezia and Dominique over possession of the sadosexslave nymphette Belladonna resulted in Lucrezia's abandonment of her acting career, her flight to Casanegra and the establishment there of her jungle sex retreat, in partnership with Dominique's former slavelover Buster.

Still bent on destroying Lucrezia absolutely, Dominique subsequently invaded Casanegra in company with Belladonna. After a vicious struggle, which also involved jungle banditos, river pirates, and government forces acting as mercenaries, the two dominatrixes came to a rapprochement whereby they would share control of Casanegra's lucrative erotic enterprises.

Belladonna then returned to New York to manage the dominatrixes Stateside business affairs. Left to her own devices, the wily nymphomaniac evolved her own design to achieve sexual supremacy.

Her association with Doctor Sandor Kroughleigh, Slash Buckler, Dennis Marsfield, Asani Saba, and the man who in the United States was known as Nick Steel enabled her to bring together the disparate elements she required to execute her plans.

And Belladonna's introduction to Christabel had supplied Belladonna with the perfect foil.

After Belladonna had seen Christabel off on her jaunt to Casanegra-for which Belladonna had made the necessary travel arrangements-Belladonna was ready to undertake her own part of the quest.

Belladonna eased over the side of the motorized dugout canoe and glided up the slick riverbank toward the oiled, naked woman who stood spreadlegged, arms akimbo with hands on her waist, beneath a canopy of the wild orchids native to the surrounding rainforest. Belladonna recognized the thickly nippled tits, turgid clit, and florid snatchlips that tumbled from the flocculence of Florencita's bushy cunt.

"Greetings, my little gringa flower," Florencita said with a wide smile. "The message I received was ambiguous as to your intent. Is it love or money? The fuck or the fight?"

"All of the above," Belladonna said.

"I need a belt. I think you can help."

"Come to Florencita, gringuita. But be prepared to suffer on your path to redemption."

Belladonna slung down her backpack.

Wiped the grimy sweat from her face.

Drew her wet hair back into a ponytail. Twirled the tresses. Tied them into a topknot.

Then Belladonna snapped open her bush vest. Glossy boobs fell out, bared nipples glaring. Navel brimming with sweat.

Sharpening her gaze on Florencita's musculature, Belladonna opened her khakis. Stripped down to her jungle-camouflage combat boots.

"I'm going to fuck you, Florencita. Bitchkiss you with my cunnylips. Platypuss you with my snatch. Cuke you in the ass with my clit."

"Brave words from a fucksick little nympho. I should allow you to leave your boots on-you'll need every advantage you can get."

"I thought all was fair in love and war."

"So it is."

Belladonna sprang through the air. She brought one gam forward and pointed her toes.

Her snatch snapped apart as she landed athwart Florencita's neck. Florencita gripped Belladonna's assmeat and held the attacking gringa high on her face, chewing at her clit.

Belladonna wrenched herself from Florencita's grip at the same instant Florencita sought to throw her off her face. Florencita tugged one of her own tits and frigged through her cunt as Belladonna scampered in a crouch.

Florencita assessed the situation and made her move. Boobs bouncing, she swayed in close. Swerved as Belladonna reached out for her ankles.

Belladonna flew back as Florencita's foot caught her in the face. Florencita kicked her in the quim. Pummeled her mouth with her tits.

Belladonna yanked up at Florencita's nippletips. Drew the breasts our like taffy. Florencita's bazooms were elongated like two bananas as Belladonna hauled her in a circle.

Florencita broke Belladonna's grip. Her tits snapped back onto her chest.

Boobs bounced on her ribcage.

Belladonna renewed her onslaught.

Her mouth met Florencita's pussy.

Her hands creamed her fanny.

Florencita went liquid in her grasp.

"Aaaaah."

Belladonna sank the point of her nose into Florencita's posies.

The perfume of Florencita's pussy snapped into her flaring nostrils.

Essence of cuntoils sapped up Belladonna's nasal passages. Through her sinuses.

And into Belladonna's brain.

At that point Florencita came.

"Ngh eaugh yiiiii!"

The gush from her gash rushed over Belladonna's slavering mouthlips.

Florencita's body flushed.

Her ass shivered.

Quim quivered.

Belladonna bent over backward beneath Florencita's splayed thighs. She slimed her tongue up and down Florencita's slit, between the lips.

Worked her fingers into the split between Florencita's asscheeks.

Belladonna chewed through chocolate-scented cunt. Bristled beaver barbed between her molars.

"Unh."

Tufts of twat fur tore as Belladonna fanged cream coated cuntflesh with her canines. Incisors clicked together over cut.

"Ooooooh."

Then Belladonna felt the-hit.

At first it was a light flicker across the skin of her back. Like the scamper of an ant.

Then the snick against her neck.

The sublime thwack upon her spine.

Battering updn her buttocks.

Belladonna ripped her jaws away from Florencita's fragrant frouftou. Braced herself for the new taste. Swiveled her head around.

Took leather in the face.

"Chivito," Florencita sighed.

Belladonna grinned, groveled as the heavily scented young man snapped the beaded belt across her boobs. Chivito's prick pointed out from his billowing balls straight at Belladonna's teeth.

The taste of oiled leather disarmed Belladonna completely. She swooned headlong, defenseless, into the muck of the jungle.

"Waaaaah!"

Chivito's menacing mouthlips shot forth a straight red tongue like a snakeprick from his burgeoning facecheeks. Ballocks redolent of vanillaorchid pods hung low, clinging sweatily to the insides of his upper thighs. Teeming penis, on the rise, whipped into Belladonna's underbelly.

Chivito's ram charged as though enraged.

Curved horn bulled toward bung.

Prong probed pussmeat.

Dirked in fast.

Then gored her up the ass.

"Ni-ni-ni-ni-ni!"

The beak of the prick slipped out quickly, then goaded her groin. Grinning penis insinuating itself into her smirking quim.