Oh, Lord, she thought, it tastes so good! The huge cock filled her, pulsed against the roof of her mouth, smoothed itself along her tongue, scraped gently against her teeth, the heat of it sending her into raptures of orgiastic excitement. She had to have more of it, more, more! Slackjaws responded with a powerful thrust of his hips, sending the swollen, throbbing prick halfway down her throat, nearly choking her. "Oh!" she gasped as the hot cock lodged in her throat, "this is too much! I can't stand it." Even so, she did her best to take more and more of him inside her.
Slackjaws had never experienced anything like this. He had his prick three-quarters of the way into her, and still she seemed willing to take more. He had to be careful, though she was having trouble breathing. Gently he began to withdraw, until only three or four inches remained inside her. "Suck it, baby," he whispered. "Suck it now."
Judy began to suck, immediately feeling the semen slide down her tongue, forming little rivulets as it dripped into her throat. This was not enough: she wanted him to pour enormous torrents of hot liquid into her, wanted to feel a river of gushing sperm stream through her mouth and into her warm insides. Slackjaws was moaning softly now: "Come on, baby," he was breathing, "harder now! Suck it harder. Come on."
She sucked harder, her entire body aching for his orgasm, aching to be used as a receptacle for his creamy white juices. The sperm was flowing faster now as he approached his climax, and each new spurt urged her to suck harder, and harder still.
"Eeeeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaa," he screamed. "Now, I'm cummmmmmmminnnnng now!"
Judy sucked with all her might, her head jerking as Slackjaws bucked uncontrollably. The huge prick in her mouth lashed and rolled, sending great streams of hot cum rushing through her. On and on she sucked as the great torrent continued, spitting and gushing such an incredible volume of semen that Judy thought she would never be able to swallow it all. She gulped once, twice, three times, feeling the lovely sweet oil filling her throat and belly, and then, suddenly found her mouth empty as Slackjaws collapsed on the bed, groaning.
"Baby," he said, "you sure know how to suck a cock."
Slackjaws was exhausted, but Judy's body, stimulated beyond belief first by Steve Paul's foreplay and then by her session with the muscleman, was still a seething mass of unsatisfied desire. She had enjoyed sucking Slackjaws, she had to admit that, but she had not been able to share in his great release, except as a recipient – now she was even more tormented, even more desperate for climax, than she had been before. Was there no one to help her, no one to release her from this prison of lust? In desperation she began to finger herself, to rub her clitoris as fast as she could, but she knew that she could never give herself the relief she needed. She had to have a man, and quickly. Steve Paul sat up against the wall, rubbing his chin. He glowered at Slackjaws, hate pouring from his eyes. "You bastard," he growled, starting to get up, "I'll fix you."
Slackjaws raised his head to look at Paul. "You'll fix who?" he said. "Me? What're you gonna do, tell daddy Jay on me? No, you phony prick, I don't think you will, cause right after you get through with your story I'll be there with mine. Jay'd just love to hear about the pounding you gave our lady-friend here. Yessir, he'd get quite a kick out of that." He grinned at Paul, then suddenly became serious. "Now listen," he said, surprising even himself with the way he'd taken charge of the proceedings, "we came here to do a job, and we ain't through yet; we still got to put on the main event. So get your ass off the floor and bring Ambush in here."
Although still lost in the frenzied outcries of her body, Judy had a dim awareness of what the two men were saying, and she was quite confused. First, she felt a surprising pang of sympathy and affection for Slackjaws, she had always known him as a brainless muscleman, an animalistic brute who had not a shred of human feeling in his character; but today he had already shown her at least a small kindness by interceding when Paul was about to beat her silly. And he himself had been amazingly gentle with her, even stimulating. No, she could harbor no resentment against Slackjaws.
But what was this they were talking about: a "job to do", "not finished yet"… "the main event"? Hadn't they finished what they had come to do? Good Lord, what else could they have in mind, what further cruelty was she going to be subjected to? And who was "Ambush"?
All her questions were answered in an instant as the bathroom door opened and the huge St. Bernard bounded into the room. She had forgotten entirely about the dog, had even forgotten to wonder why he was there in the first place. Now the answer came to her with paralyzing suddenness – as if the humiliation already inflicted on her weren't enough; now she was going to be forced to mate with a dog. Judy cringed with fear, pulled her legs up against her chest, made as tight a ball of her body as she possibly could. She strained against the ropes that bound her wrists, thrashed her head wildly from side to side, saying, "no, oh God, please, no," but she knew even as she struggled that it was hopeless, that these men would show her no pity.
"Please," she cried as the dog leaped up on the bed, his enormous tongue lolling from his mouth and leaving puddles of drool on the sheets, "oh, please, no. I'll never do it again, tell Jay I'll always do whatever he says, always, I'll never cross him again. Tell him I'm sorry, tell him anything, just keep that dog away from me."
"Why, Miss Burton," said Paul, his cruel enthusiasm returning, "I'm surprised at you. I thought you liked dogs. Really, you know, you shouldn't talk that way – Ambush is a very sensitive animal, and if you were to hurt his feeling, why there's just no telling what he might do. Isn't that so, Mr. Nelson?"
"Yeah," said Slackjaws. "Ya know, I've raised that dog from a pup, and I still never quite know what he's got on his mind. Sometimes he'll be just as gentle as a lamb for awhile, but you say one thing that gets his goat and barn, he's at you hands and feet. Baby, I've still got some of the marks from his teeth, you wanna see 'em?" He began to unbutton his shirt.
"No," Judy whimpered. "Please, I can't stand this." By now the animal had been attracted to the musty odor of sex exuding from Judy's body, and he was sniffing curiously at her, touching his cold wet nose to her legs, searching out the origin of the intoxicating smell.
"Can't stand what, Miss Burton?" grinned Steve Paul. "Can't stand a little friendly sniffing? Obviously, Ambush thinks highly of you, wants to get to know you better. How could there be any harm in that? Just a little girl-meets-dog, that's all there is to it; certainly nothing to be alarmed about."
By now Judy was nearly hysterical with fear and humiliation. The dog Ambush was sniffing faster, more earnestly, as his mind filled up with the lusty aroma of Judy's unspent passion. The girl crouched against the headboard like cornered prey, sweating in terror, trying to keep her vulnerable ripe cunt protected from the animal. Still he came on, sniffing up her legs, parrying with his nose as Judy attempted to ward him off. She could not allow this to happen; otherwise how could she ever face Tim again, how could she give freely and sincerely of the love she felt for him once she had been had by this smelly beast? She tried kicking out at the dog's muzzle, but the dog snarled at her so viciously that she thought better of it. The beast's tongue was bad enough; she wanted no part of his teeth.