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(M+/F, nc, exh, anal, bd, beast) *** I met my new Rubensque fuck buddy four months ago. We had been hot, heavy and kinky during our five times together. But for the last two weeks, we have had to cancel and reschedule twice because the shit had hit the fan at home. It had been impossible for me to get away; Vickie and I talked and had phone-sex half-a-dozen times. We laughed and kidded. I thought everything was fine when I arranged for a babysitter for my Alzheimer's stricken wife, loaded my arms up with gifts, to say, "I'm sorry" and headed to my secluded fishing cabin In the Blue Ridge Mountains. I had every intent of pleasing her beyond her wildest dreams. It wouldn't be a chore, she is wet, tasty, demanding and my oral fetish had been denied beyond the point of madness. I was still trying to relax after three hours of driving. Deep breaths hadn't helped. My blood pressure was still up, I was angry at how my "wife" had hit and treated me for the last month. Granted, she no longer knew me but the abuse was difficult for a macho old southern, two-hundred pound retired Navy Seal to endure. Dreaming of spending time with Vickie was all that had kept me sane and under control for the last week. My last obstacle was the tourist filled town just ten miles from my get-a-way. I was surprised to see a double decked, English-style bus, ushering tourists around and pointing out where gold was discovered in the Appalachians. That bus business would not survive in an area with such short tourist seasons. Then I remembered, Vickie was bringing her entire toy box. She had let me add to her collection during our last meetings. I laughed remembering I also had my own kit of surprises in the back of the pick-up. This was going to be so good. I would make it good for her, but she knew I really needed to escape into her warm, soft, tender, welcoming body. I would relax if I drained my balls a dozen times into her willing pussy and could think of my cum trickling down her legs each day while we shopped and laughed. My arms were loaded beyond capacity as I approached the door. Vickie's car was there. I was happy about that. I was an hour early but it was wonderful to know that she was as anxious as me. My heart raced and my cock started to fill. The door swung open just as I stepped onto the stoop. I smiled, expecting her bright, welcoming, lust- filled eyes. "Where in the hell have you been. I've been here for two hours waiting with no TV, no wine, no power." The anger and venom, in her welcome shocked me. "Sorry. Sorry, I'll get the power on and a fire going. The mountain air will cool things down quickly this evening." "How about some food? Did your tiny male mind remember at least that?" "That much, I remembered, Your Highness. Please forgive me for not arriving early enough to have the castle ready for you." I expected my feeble attempt at humor would disarm her. I was very wrong. She had told me her ex had divorced her because of her "flip outs." I had never seen one. What I had seen so far was a lusty, short, red-head and wonderfully willing lover who accepted my baggage and wanted to be with me. It did hurt that she was embarrassed by me. She hid our relationship because I was married, not up to her friends' "handsome" criteria and twenty years her senior. With everything put away and the wine opened, I reached for her and a welcoming kiss. She pushed me away and took her wine into the living room. I followed with the wine and some gifts for her. "Oh, did the "little boy" bring the grown woman some grocery store flowers. Isn't that sweet?" She tossed them roughly on an end table without thought of a vase and water. "There are some crackers and cheese on a plate in the kitchen. Please, get the plate for us, Vickie. Then I'll show you what else I have for our weekend." "What, a free fuck isn't enough for you? You want me to work and act like your panting maid bitch?" We were standing in front of the fire when I answered, "No, you don't have to fuck or work but you got the bitch part right." She definitely had not taken time to get to know me. She swung at my face. I caught that hand and pushed it over her head. She swung her other hand. I caught that too. She tried to knee me in the nuts but I rolled my hips. Her knee glanced but still hurt like hell, enough to make me react. I let go of her left wrist and slapped down hard. My blow landed solidly on her jaw near her chin. She dropped like a heavy bag of crumpled clothing. She did not move. I was angry now. She had to pay. I ripped her blouse and bra off her and squeezed her nipples hard. She did not moan, move, whimper or react in any way. I took off her shoes and socks and threw them against the far wall. I took her jeans and panties and tossed them out the still open door. We were lit by the flickering flames. She had shaved clean for me. Knowing that almost stole my anger and got my mouth to water. Then I had thoughts of her continuing to berate me and push me away all weekend. Those feelings just piled onto my last two weeks of stress, rejection, anger, failure and frustration. Vickie still had not moved by the time I was nude, standing over her, pumping my half hard cock. A cold chill went through me; a long-silent devil's voice in my head was saying, "Rape the bitch. You've never raped a woman. Rape this one. Make her know her place." My cock grew rock hard. The hardest I can remember it ever being. The refrain was still going through my head, "Rape her. Rape the bitch. Rape her." I grabbed an ankle in each hand and pushed them high, spreading her. I knelt and my cock's head found its own way. A little push got just the helmet to disappear into her. During our other times together, she had told me, "Go slow, you're thick, give me time to stretch." My devil could care less, "Fuck her. Rape the bitch." I thrust. Another inch went into her. Every time we had sex, she had told me, "I'm not on the pill; you have to use a condom." "Fuck her. Rape the bitch," the voice said. I thrust again. Half of me was in her. She was watching me. Her eyes were defiant. I could force her to cum. I pulled back, spread her legs wide enough to see her wince in pain and trusted very hard to hit her g-spot and slide all the way to the hilt into her womb. She started to speak. My cold, threatening stare stopped her. I leaned into her legs so my shaft could rake along her clit on each trust. Her bent body held my weight but recoiled in pain. Her hamstrings were being pushed beyond their comfortable limits. Pain or not, Vickie was struggling to hate and not cum. She felt me tighten. She started to give her condom order again. I slapped her. Her eyes flashed. I slapped her again and thrust hard. She glared at me but her body betrayed her. It began to tremble. Her ass tightened, her cunt sucked and her legs shook. Her eyes closed. She cried out, "Yes!" and came hard and long. My cock lurched and began to shoot. She felt it dance in her belly. That extended her high. Her hips tipped naturally to assure my cock made its impregnating pool around the mouth of her cervix. My anger subsided. I leaned back so her legs would not hurt. When her eyes opened again, they were still wild with hate. She screamed, "You came in me." She kicked at my face and caught me good on the side of the neck. Too much training, too much fear, too much ugliness, too many lies and memories of too much death filled my mind as they had many years ago. I could smell cordite and death. My eyes did not see her. I hit her again. I had plenty of time now. When I returned from getting the "kit" out of the back of my truck, she moaned. She was just meat. She wasn't Vickie. The long, thick zip ties were in the top of my kit. I flipped the meat onto its belly and bound her left wrist, behind her back, high on her right forearm and then her right to her left forearm. I pushed the coffee table away and zipped one ankle to each front foot on the couch, spreading her wide. I remembered her "toy box." I found a soft, strong rope to slip around her neck; I stepped behind the couch and pulled. I used only the rope, bending her backwards, choking her until, she was upright on her knees; I tied the rope to a finial on the couch's back. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was cold and dark inside. I had been an unfeeling superman before. I was paid to hurt back then. The bitch recovered from her initial abuse and was glaring at me, while I finished rambling through her goodie box and retrieving the first aid kit from the bathroom. She started screaming when she saw what I had laid out. My used cotton boxers ripped easily. One tattered leg of the shorts would make a good gag. She had a big noisy mouth. With a long strip of duck tape ready, I held her nose, pushed my used shorts in her mouth and taped her mouth shut. I started to tape her nose too, but it would be more fun to fuck and torture a live resisting body. Sweet Vickie had told me how much she wanted to get her nipples pierced. She even had the rings. Strangely, there were five in the set and about six feet of gleaming gold clad heavy chain. Sweet Vickie had backed out many times but the crazy bitch in front of me would have no such option. "Bitch, you can say, "Thank You" later. We're going to pierce both your nipples. I should use ice to deaden your pain but you kicked me. Believe me, it is going to hurt." I had seen abject fear and pleading in the eyes of dozens of people. It was personal this time. I didn't have the proper tools for this job. A cork and an ice pick would have to do. I let my criticizing, foul mouthed lover feel the point of the pick. I played, testing what areas on her chest, belly and abdomen had the easiest skin to pierce. Each time I pushed, maybe three layers of skin would break and she would scream into my boxers. She looked relieved, when I tired of my game. I liked seeing her fear return when I put the point of the ice pick against her rigid right nipple and lined the cork on the other side. The pick's shaft was broad. It would make a big hole. I would have to thrust hard. "If you twist at the wrong time, I might poke a hole in your breast or in the wrong place on your nipple. Then we will have to do it again and again to get it right." My voice was so cold and distant that it surprised me. The bitch was stone still. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the tip of the pick. "You look ready. Are you ready?" She pleaded and shook her head "No." "But you look ready. I'm sure you are. Aren't you ready?" Again she pleaded with her eyes and shook her head "No." I turned. She relaxed and I drove the ice pick through her nipple into the cork. Her scream was muffled. Her body dropped. Her eyes rolled back. She was very close to passing out. I left my handiwork dangling from her breast. The bitch adjusted to the pain quickly and stared at me, as if she had won. I had several good, non-stinging antiseptics. I opened the first sterile ring and fed it through her new nipple hole, following the pick as I pulled it out. I installed the ring's retainer and cleaned her with harshest stinging alcohol that I had. She screamed and her body trembled in pain and fear. With wide pleading eyes, she watched me slowly set up my tools again for the next nipple. "I did that one too fast for you to see everything. This time, I will push it through your nipple very slowly." Her head shook "No" violently. Her body was coated with a fine sheen of sweat even though cold night air was blowing through the door. She did not deserve it but I wanted to finger fuck her. She had never been this wet. It wasn't from my earlier meager offering. Her juices were dripping on my floor. Her slipperiness allowed me push three fingers to the hilt into her on my first try. I didn't try to stretch her. I tasted her, allowing her to watch my enjoyment. My fingers knew just how to touch her. She had taught me. My thrusts matched the pace of my words. "If only I could trust you, I would lick you and bring you pleasure until you fly so high you cannot breathe. Then you would cum until you sleep on a cloud and awake to my cock thrusting into you and the smell of morning coffee brewing." Totally against her will, she came strongly, wetting even more of my floor. "Watch now." She did watch, resigned to her fate of feeling even more pain than she had before. It took a full minute for me to push the ice pick through her nipple. Twice she almost fainted but I waited for her. I will never know for sure, but I think she came when the cork squeaked, accepting the ice pick. The bitch looked good with her two big new rings. I bragged on her while I fitted her with a leather collar and ran the chain through its neck ring and both ends through her new nipple rings. The ends dangled almost to the floor, hanging straight on both sides of her cunt. She was beyond fighting but was still filled with fear when I set up two more rings, the ice pick and the cork in front of her. I sat with my legs spread wide, close to her, framing her directly in front of me. I waited for her to have lots of time to imagine the next step. Her head shook slowly, objecting. I pulled one of her pussy's lips to its limit and dried it. I reached to dry the other lip, pulled them together and clamped them that way with a nipple clamp from her kit. Her head went wild, shaking "No." "Be very still, my fuck toy. I still remember you cursing me, degrading me, kicking me and turning your back on me after you teased me all week, making me dream about our weekend and your body." Ever so slowly, I pushed the ice pick through her fleshy, swollen, red lips. I enjoyed hearing the point tear through the flesh and seeing her thighs tremble in pain. They had been tight for so long they were cramping. Stoically, she endured me fitting a ring into each lip and guiding the chain dangling from each nipple through her new corresponding pussy lip ring. She had another piercing to endure. The bitch was broken for today. She did not watch as I separated her clit from its hood and stuffed q-tips to hold them apart. She did not watch as I drove the ice pick through the hood and fitted her ring. She did show some interest when I put a heavy lock through one side of her dangling chain, put the lock's arm through her new clit ring and then locked it to the other end of the chain that was through the ring in her other pussy lip. The lock was well designed. It had a large pleated bulb at the very top of its arm's arch. No matter how she moved, the bulb pressed and moved on her clit, the chains jangled against the lock and the weight of everything pulled at her clit, her pussy lips and her nipples. I showed mercy and cleaned her with diluted Betadine. Her eyes showed softness, to say, "Thank You." She was learning to be thankful for little mercies, less I returned her to hell. I was ready again. I cut the rope holding her upright. She fell forward hard onto her new piercings. I knelt between her still widely bound legs and pulled her up by her bound arms, dragging her breasts on the floor and pushed my cock between her new piercings. As I thrust for solely my own pleasure, I could feel the heavy lock swing. The evil bitch came before I did. I stripped the bed in the guest room down to the waterproof mattress pad, then put her on the bed and bound her to the headboard and the foot board. She was on her back with her arms still bound behind her. I covered her with a single scratchy, olive drab, military surplus wool blanket, locked the door, bathed and slept like a baby until eight the next morning. *** VB ("Vickie Bitch") had a lot of new things to learn the morning and afternoon of the second day. With both feet still tied to the bed and only one arm free she learned to brush her teeth and comb her hair. With her arms tied behind her and her feet tied so she only had twelve inches of movement, she learned to pee in the toilet and shuffle to the kitchen to drink a warm can of Carnation shake through a straw. I had sat the can on the floor. She had to scoot on her knees and lean forward several times to bring her head down in the right place above the can. After breakfast she saw how I tenderly cared for her new piercings and she got to feel how sore she was. About noon, I wanted to hear her lovely voice and foolishly took off the duck tape, cleaned the adhesive and removed the now saliva soaked leg of my old boxers. Immediately, her hoarse, bitch noises assaulted my ears. "Why are you doing this to me? Let me go. I won't tell anyone. Let me go you asshole. You'll spend years getting fucked up the ass for this." I slapped her very hard and put a "fresh" part of my torn boxers into her mouth and taped them there. "You are so lovely and so desirable. We had some good times together. You cum so beautifully, so often and so wetly, riding my cock. I don't know why you went bitch. No one will miss you for four more days. You are in Mexico, remember? You were so ashamed to be seen with an older, married man, who adored you; you lied to everyone about my existence and told everyone that you were going to Mexico alone." Her nipples still throbbed but I could tell she was remembering. She knew I was right, that she was at what mercy I would show her and that no saving cavalry was coming. Late in the afternoon, I decided to show her I could control her in public. She was fun to clean in the shower and finger to orgasm. "I will fuck your unprotected womb again tonight." Panic flicked through her eyes as she remembered the night before. She could already be carrying her first baby. Our first baby. The warm water did not run out. After three enemas, I pushed my cock into her ass. Fucked her and filled her bowels with my cum. The sealing butt plug stretched her a little beyond her limits. It was only a small tear. It would have to wait until tonight for first aid. I connected a strong rope to her chains between her breasts. She had a high quality expanding dildo in her toy box. After some experimenting, I knew how many pumps it took to get it to several sizes – the smallest being a baseball. I pushed the dildo into her pussy and pumped it up to softball size. She complained, so I rubbed her clit above her piercing and pumped the bulb one more time. That seemed to calm her. Big ball in her belly, plug in her ass, and dressed, the bitch still had her arms tied around her back and an almost invisible tether just below her knees. Before we got out of the truck I told her, "Hold this rubber ball in your mouth. If it falls out I will jerk the rope and pull out all your piercings." It was raining in town. Few people were out. Only another couple was on the second deck of the sight- seeing bus. VB's hoodie covered most of her face and her skirt clearly showed the two lines coming from under it. The other lady on the bus was very inquisitive. I wanted to play and was ready for her first question. "What is wrong with the young girl?" I extended my right hand and shook hers warmly, ignoring her docile husband, "I'm Dr. Hansen from the asylum on the hill. I am taking her on an outing. I'm sure she is ready for one. On previous outings, she tried to bite and scratch strangers. If restrained, she would try to urinate or defecate on them. She seems relaxed now. Do you want to hold her leashes and talk to her for a while? It would be good for her." Even my "patient" found the woman's extra quick retreat funny. VB snarled and lurched at the woman to play along. That's a good sign, I thought. When I tried to put her back into the truck, she struggled, only to discover I had a rag and a can of chloroform. She would have a headache in the morning. That night while tied spread eagle to the bed, the bitch started her period. For the next three days, I fucked her pussy and ass in the shower. I was afraid to trust her mouth. She came at least a dozen times during those days. In front of her, I used my disposable pre-paid phone and called a "voice to sms" service in Mexico. The first text message was to her work, "Sorry must take another week maybe two. Have over 30 days vacation coming. So much devastation here. Thanks Vickie." The second message was to her best girl friend, "Met great guy, CL. Wild & kinky in bed. Sore. Guy back home will be hurt. Any better will stay forever. He has a brother. Love Vicky" The next day both messages were answered directly to her cell phone, "Keep doing good work. Proud of you. Raymond" Raymond is her boss at work. The girlfriend was interested and supportive, "Naughty girl. Big? Age of bro? $? Got sun? Lonely without you. U go girl! Jil." I had seen a guy working his Blue Tick in the distant woods, so I made myself look much older, didn't shave my white stubble, dressed the part, remembered my heritage and accent and took VB out on a leash, nude for a walk. When I saw the guy in the distance, I told her, "One word and I'll cut off the tip of your tongue off so people won't be able to understand you. Do you totally understand?" I pulled her chain tightly. "Yes." I showed her my Navy Seal knife under my shirt. She looked at me in fear. The hound bounded toward me but turned at the scent of the bitch. "Don't move Vickie. Whatever happens, you follow me or you will regret it for life." The mountain man was grinning from ear to ear when he got close, "What you got there?" "Ya walkin yer male hound. I'm walkin my disrespectful bitch. Have to keep 'er on a lease; keeps bolting out the door and then I gota go find 'er." "Damn pretty bitch." "She's on the rag. When she's not, she's too much fer me. She'll be off t'moro. Maybe ya and yer dog can help me with 'er." VB spun, tried to pull away and started to speak. I pulled hard at her chain and looked menacingly into her eyes. She stayed quiet. "Mister, if that is a real offer, me and Jake, will be here any time ya say." "I don't want to dress 'err, sun should be warm about three." "Yup, should be." "Yer dick hard by then." "Yup, should be." "How bout Jake's tongue and cock." "Yup, should be." "Three then." The bitch was quiet all the way back to the cabin, quiet through supper and quiet the next day. Five times, I fingered her to get her close but stopped. She was soaked and aching when I pulled her hoodie over her and cut it up the front to the neck, so her tits would hang out and her chains would jingle. She walked quietly to our meeting place and glared at me when I tied her face to an exposed root on the ground and gagged her. Her ass was up in the air and her legs were spread. The blue came racing thru the trees minutes before his owner. He sniffed all around VB. His cock began to extend. He looked at me and then back at VB, begging for permission when Jeb came into the clearing. "Didn't think ya meant it, Mister. So, can I fuck 'er?" "B'fore or after yer hound?" "How about b'fore and after." "Go ahead. I ain't that yung no more. Let me try som thin first." I opened a jar of peanut butter and let Old Blue lick some from my fingers. Then I pushed a large dollup up the bitch's cunt. The dog's tongue must have been a foot long and he got it all into her going for the peanut butter. VB came at least twice. "Don't untie 'er. Use 'er if ya want but she ain't yourn." Jeb pushed his dog away and knelt behind his afternoon's entertainment. He wasn't big but he was hard, young and willing. VB was still needy and wet. She came again and quickly. The dog bounced and ran around howling, as his master pounded the willing bitch. The hound's cock was extended. Somehow, he knew he was going to get a turn. He probably knew the split hoodie was to keep his nails from scratching the hairless bitch. When Jeb stood wiping his cock, the dog froze. Jeb said, "Go boy" and almost got knocked over. The hound's cock was spurting clear liquid and missing, as his front legs grasped his bitch and his legs danced around hoping his wildly thrusting hips would accidently drive his cock home. The bitch moved her hips trying to help Old Blue get in, but he was tiring and seemed to be losing interest. Jeb bent down and guided his friend in. I have never seen an animal so excited or fuck so fast and hard. In thirty seconds, VB screamed into her gag. The hound stood still. His knot was locked into her. He turned around butt to butt and waited. He had put a glass full of sperm into his bitch and now he was making sure it stayed inside where it would do its job. Jeb watched, jacking his mostly soft cock slowly. He seemed to know when Old Blue would soften because his cock was hard when the dog's cock slipped free and cum literally poured from the gaping hole. This time Jeb pushed his hound away. He remounted their shared bitch and began humping wildly. She was too wet and stretched. His eyes looked at me pleading, "How about 'er mouth?" "''Er ass, ifin ya want. Leave 'er mouth alone. She ain't broke yet. She'll bite it off." Free city girl ass was fine. The muffled groan sounded like the needy, easy to climax Vickie I knew. Jeb liked stretching into the new hole. He didn't last very long for having cum just a few minutes ago. Jeb remembered his manners after he came and was buckling up. "Thanks Mister. That was real fine. Ain't ever been given a gift like that before. Old Blue liked it too." The hound only casually looked up from cleaning his cock. "Yer're welcomed. Thanks for yer help. She'll learn pretty soon. She's a stubborn one. Ya got a friend? Maybe one with a dog?" "I got two friends with dogs? I can get them here at three t'moro." "Sposed to rain. Whose barn is that over yonder?" "That's mine. Can't go there." "Why, ya got a still? What the hell? Ya and yer hound fuck my pet in the woods but ya won't let yer friends have 'er next to yer still. Too much trouble. Forget it. I'll find other guys to fuck 'er and break 'er." "No, No, it'll be ok. Bring 'er to the barn t'moro." Back in the cabin, I was honest with her, "Well bitch, after tomorrow, I figure we are even. If you hold up and keep your mouth shut, you can go home and torment some other men. Any crap from you and I'll show you how much worse your life can get." That evening, I enjoyed washing my former treasure. My hands rubbed her soft padded skin. I almost allowed myself to let my misguided feelings creep in again. I almost believed that she liked me and wanted to be with me. I knew I couldn't let up. Women like her fooled me too easily. She noticed my softness and started to speak. "Stay quiet bitch. I refuse to let you make me believe in you again. Tomorrow, you will not have a gag in your mouth. Don't think the men you meet will save you. They want to fuck you or your warm dead body. They live in a world different than you can imagine." The barn was filled with tons of hay that smelled like pot and a few tons of sugar. I could hear horses whinny in another part of the barn. One of Jed's friends was already there. He was a big, friendly looking man. He's handsome but I could tell he was a hard, sober minded worker. His eyes showed that he was totally taken by VB. He caressed every inch of her body softly and lovingly. He asked, "Can she cook?" "I'll loan 'er to ya, fer just a few minutes. I'm teachin 'er not to run around on me whilst she's sposed to be mine." "What ya want for 'er?" "Ain't sure I want to sell 'er just yet. But what ya oferin?" "I got shine, pot, two yung-ens that ain't worth much yet, some bottom land. What yer want?" "I want the bitch to settle down, stay with me, quit being angry. She keeps runnin off." "Maybe this one's too much fer ya. She might need more man, a younger man." "What happened to yer woman, yung fella?" His head lowered and his feet shuffled, "She ran off too." I didn't need to say any more. "See if ya can handle this wild one?" "Now? In front of ya and Jed?" "Yep. Ya got a two inch cock or som-en? Bitch, ain't ya learned nothing? Help this yung fella give ya lotsa fun." She went to her task with some zeal. I did not repeat my warnings when her mouth went for his just released cock. Two more guys and their dogs arrived about then. One said, "Damn, Jed ya didn't wait fer us." "Milt couldn't wait. I think he wants to marry the bitch already." Everyone except Milt and VB laughed. Milt had his eyes closed and was wobbly. VB had her mouth full and was hungry. Her head bobbed, her lips slurped and her cheeks sunk in because she was sucking so hard. When she swallowed the first rope from him, he fell back hard on to the hay. His cock was still squirting and two of the dogs went to clean him up. My pet looked at me and saw my approval. She stayed quiet, waiting, kneeling and watching her new prey strip. A tall thin lanky man got behind her, bent her over and pushed a thick eight inches past her dangling lock and chains. His dog went to her head and began humping. I offered a little suggestion. "Put the dog on his back." Jed flipped the anxious mutt. VB did not miss a stroke. The guy, with the swollen cock, kept thrusting, pushing her face between the dog's spread legs and she started to suck the still half sheathed spike while reaching between her own legs to diddle her clit. The happy pooch's legs both spasmed, kicking the air, like when having his belly scratched. His master just said, "Damn, will you look at that" and starting cumming. Before the dog was finished, Jed took the lanky man's place. VB's mouth worked the dog's cock relentlessly. When the dog started cumming, she swallowed quickly and missed very little. Jed came quickly watching the show and then the last guy, a short stocky man in overalls and brogans took his turn, pulling out in time to shoot across her back and ass. That brought one of the dogs to lick and clean her. The men seemed content to jack their cocks and watch the dogs after that. The dogs were agitated and anxious to get at their volunteering, hot, willing bitch. They circled, growled and postured to decide who mounted her first. The biggest dog, got the honors, he pushed his dripping cock into her. VB now knew to reach down and hold the knot out of her. We watched in some admiration while she arched, trembled, moaned and came twice with the big dog in her. She was up to the task of satisfying male animals of all types. After another forty-five minutes, she had a total of four loads of human cum and three loads of dog cum in her pussy and one in her belly. Her legs weren't steady but she started to stand. I put my foot on her back, pushing her tender breasts into the prickly hay covering the barn's floor. She had dog cum on her chin. Vickie's soft eyes looked at me and her soft voice said, "I'll be good now." "Tell me that again in a few minutes." I watched the four men cum on her upturned ass and back. The dogs licked every drop off and did not spare any inch of the bitch that they could reach. She got onto her knees again to give them better access. She had two tongues in her cunt and one in her ass when she came the last time for the afternoon. It was cute to watch the dogs, mill around her looking for something else to lick. The bitch presented when the big dog started to mount her again. I pulled her to her feet. "You've cum at least seven times in the last hour. That's enough reward for you." I turned to my hosts and continued, "I think my pet's learned 'er lesson for today. Ya guys going to be around next month, ifin I need more help?" I wasn't sure I wanted to shake the extended appreciative hands as each man thanked me. I could tell Milt still wanted to negotiate. He just asked, "She got a sister?" "I'll find out fer ya. If'n she does, think about how yer're going to keep 'er from running off until ya break 'er." He smiled broadly, "I got a barn, friends and some dogs, if'n yer'll help me, ol' man?" "Ya call me that again and I'll fuck whatever I bring ya, for ya get to it. She'll be dripping ol' man cum first time ya fuck 'er. She'll have had the best and be ruint for yung bucks. Won't no part of ya then." He laughed, "Seconds won't be bad ifin she's like yourn? Ifin she's a good cook, I'll cut off one of 'er legs to keep 'er home. That's some fine pussy. Look, even my dog says so. She looks like a city bitch." "Was. Liked mountin' cock last year and came back but went nasty bitch on me. Now she wants more cocks than I got." The hollow echoed with male laughter. I could see VB's wet, swollen, dripping cunt already asking, "When do we fuck again?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 67