AH-1085  Betty And Baron
[aka 'Betty's Animal Lover']
(Pete Castle)


FOREWORD 

It has often been observed that some dogs are almost human. This being the 
case, it is no wonder that now and then a curious female should wonder about 
the male dog's sexual urges. 

Our story revolves around a beautiful girl named Betty who wanted to 
experience everything. She threw over all inhibitions and launched into a 
sexual series of adventures that knew no bounds. 

Having tried about everything, she decided it was time to take on Baron, her 
handsome, virile young male dog. Baron was delighted his mistress considered 
his sexual urges, and responded with some stud-like responses to her 
passions. 

The problem however was the "aloneness" Betty felt with her risky sexual 
secret. She wanted to share with someone the passionate delight she found 
with her dog. Finally, she became bold enough to reveal it to her brother, 
who in turn, felt he should become "part of the action" too. 

This opened a new sexual window for Betty, and she found sex with her young 
brother was a pleasurable experience, except for traces of guilt she felt 
now and then. 

However, she squelched the voice of her conscience, for she put her own 
"untamed" lusts ahead of every other consideration. It was tragic, for she 
soon realized that she had boarded a sexual merry-go-round from which there 
was no release. The more affairs she had, the more she wanted. 

Baron became more impossible to deal with too. For, now the big dog would 
nose her when neighbors were visiting. Her "secret" was out, for friends and 
neighbors suspicioned Betty and Baron were having an immoral affair. 

Caught in the quick-sand of lust, Betty finally became an easy pushover for 
any man who wanted to seduce her into a carnal relationship. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER 1 

Betty looked at Baron. What a beautiful dog he was. As the German Shepherd 
looked back at her she observed between his legs a stiffening. 

"Do I give you a hard-on when I'm naked?" she asked the big dog. 

Baron barked twice. That was what she had taught him when she wanted him to 
answer. Realizing that she had turned him on gave Betty a feeling of pure 
erotic triumph. She had always been a beautiful girl. Her brothers had tried 
to slip in bed with her when she was twelve. However, Betty had put them all 
off. 

Nevertheless she had observed their enormous cocks. Now she was hypnotized 
by Baron's gigantic penis. 

"Baron," she said, "you want to get your rocks off with me." 

Reaching out Betty stroked Baron's huge penis. The dog's cock quivered. 

"Oh, Baron," she laughed, "you're terrible." 

The dog was getting a charge out of her. However, when she saw some juice 
discharging from his cock she realized that she might as well give him the 
kicks he sought. As he nosed her, she suddenly felt his dog tongue lapping 
at her snatch. 

"You're a pussy eater," she laughed, "all right, lover, eat my pussy." 

However, she reached for his cock. She pulled the dog forward so that his 
penis was even with her pussy. 

"Fuck me, Baron," Betty begged. 

The dog did not require a second invitation. The big penis roughly shoved 
into her. 

"You're rather crude, baby," Betty smiled as she felt the enormous penis 
pumping vigorously in her mound. Nevertheless, her pussy muscles tightened 
and she squeezed, enjoying the dog's action. 

"Fuck it," she begged, "fuck, baby, fuck." 

Baron wagged his tail. His paws pressed into her shoulders. 

"Atta, boy," Betty gasped, as the dog went on thrusting. 

When he had reached the point of climax, so had she. To her amazement and 
delight, Betty and Baron came together. 

"Oh, Baron," she groaned in a passionate frenzy. "You're too much, baby. Oh, 
honey, what a fuck!" 

When the dog pulled his penis, dripping with cum, out of her, some of it 
fell on her body. She didn't brush it off. She treasured it. For it was 
liquid proof of her appeal. 

Betty slept soundly that night. The next morning when she got up her father 
told her, "Honey, I've got to go on a vacation. A business-pleasure trip 
combined. Now I'm gonna leave you with your brother and I know if you will 
listen to him everything will go well. He's seventeen, honey, and he's 
almost an adult." 

"I don't like Robert," she said, "he thinks he knows everything." 

"I know he gets a big head now and then," her father admitted, "but Robert 
is in charge while I'm gone." 

Just then her mother bubbled into the bedroom. 

"You be my good girl now," she told her, "and don't get in any trouble." 

"No, mom," she assured her, "I won't get in any trouble." 

Her mother kissed her good-bye and her father did, too. When they were gone, 
Betty recognized she would be alone with Robert. This bugged her. It was 
vacation time and Robert was always making trouble. 

She heard a splash in the swimming pool half an hour later and looked out. 
There was Robert swimming in the nude. 

"Put some clothes on," she called out as she opened the window. 

"Come on, sis," Robert called back, "the water's fine." 

She slipped into her string bikini and went out to the pool. 

"It's indecent for you to go in the water like this," she told him. "You 
should put some clothes on, Robert." 

"You don't have much on," he laughed. 

"Well at least I have something on," she said as she adjusted her strings. 

Her brother's eyes bulged when he saw her huge mammaries. 

"Honey, you sure are growing tits, aren't you?" he enthused, licking his 
lips. 

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, tiger," she said, "we must not turn on 
with each other. That's incest." 

"Who?" Robert asked, not understanding what she meant. 

"When a brother turns on with a sister," she bubbled, "it's incest. And 
that's all wrong." 

"All I know is you excite me," he said. "Look at my penis get hard." 

Robert was standing now next to the diving board. He parted his legs and his 
cock was flipping up. She looked at her brother's broad shoulders and his 
trim hips and his strong, firm thighs. Then she glanced again at his 
quivering cock. Going over to him she reached for it and squeezed. 

"That's a nice hunk of meat you've got there," she said, "and maybe I could 
take care of you, baby." 

Robert was overjoyed. A moment before she had been Miss Prim and Proper. Now 
she was a turned-on chick. Obviously his prick had decidedly succeeded in 
working miracles. Pulling him by his penis into the house she smiled. 

"Robert," she said, "do you know much about fucking?" 

"You use all the words, sis," he told her, "what is this?" 

Betty didn't want to betray her sexual relationship with her big dog Baron. 
Nevertheless, it had been Baron who had triggered her lusty sexual desire. 
For when she had felt the mammoth cock slipping rhythmically in and out of 
her pussy she had decided she wanted to be fucked and often. 

"Nothing, sweetheart," she smiled, "maybe I'm just coming of age." 

"Your pussy is ripe to be fucked," Robert smiled, "and I'm just ;the man to 
do it. First, baby, let me eat your snatch." 

She didn't know whether she wanted him to do it or not. 

"That sounds immoral," she said. 

"Sounds tremendous to me," he told her. "I'm a real tongue artist." 

Robert wanted to go to the kitchen before they went to the bedroom and Betty 
couldn't understand why. 

"Why must we detour to the kitchen?" she asked as she released his penis and 
he began searching for something. 

She enjoyed watching him scramble around to the different cupboards as he 
hunted for whatever it was he wanted so bad. 

"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "I'll tell you what I'm looking for. I want 
to find some honey. I always like to eat honey pussy." 

She giggled as she thought about it. 

"You mean you were going to spoon feed my pussy and then eat it?" she 
smiled. 

"Yes," he said as he finally triumphantly held the honey jar in his hand. 

Going back to the bedroom Betty knew what to do. First she got Baron out of 
her room. She knew that if he was in the room he might get jealous. 

Stretching out on the bed she parted her pussy lips. It didn't take long for 
her brother Robert to open the glass jar of honey and spoon the golden 
liquid into her. 

"You're dripping," she complained. 

"I'll lick it off your snatch," he assured her. 

"All right, tiger," Betty smiled as she looked at her eager brother who was 
now bending over her crotch. His pink tongue lashed out. He was licking on 
her and then he started sucking in earnest. 

"Eat me," she begged, "eat me." 

Robert was only too happy to accommodate her request. The honey tasted good 
to him. But what tasted even better and smelled even more exciting was her 
pussy. The aroma of her intoxicated his tongue. It licked and flipped and 
twisted and turned inside of her juicy, sticky, honeyed mound. 

"Oh, Robert," she gasped as she clutched at the sheets, "that feels so 
great." 

When he finally pulled his tongue out she knew she'd been eaten. 

Now he reached up and played with her bosoms. 

"You have such a big cock, honey," she said, "why don't you move up 
closer?'" 

He moved farther up her body. His penis swung over her face. 

"Do you want to eat it ? " he smiled. 

"Yes," she exclaimed, "I want to. I want to real bad." 

First he decided he would test her. 

"Would you like to lick my ass first?" 

"I don't know," she said nervously. "I don't know if I could or not." 

"I'll teach you how it's done," he smiled. 

He lowered his hips over her face as he told her, "Reach up and grip my 
thighs. That's it. Massage them. I like that." 

Robert gently massaged Betty's breasts while she massage his thighs. And all 
the time he watched her. It was an exciting spectacle as he looked in the 
mirror. 

"Eat my ass," he begged, "come on, baby, lick my ass-hole." 

Her hot tongue whirled around his ass. But she still hadn't made the big 
plunge up his behind. 

"Stiffen your tongue and stab it up my ass-hole now," he begged, "just like 
that. That's it. Go ahead, do it" 

He was pleased with her performance. The big tongue flipped high up his 
rectum and he rolled on it eagerly. 

"Oh, ride a good tongue to orgasm-town," he smiled. 

He was pumping on his penis while he slid up and down on her stiffened 
tongue. 

"Oh, baby, my balls are getting bigger," he told her. "Why don't you suck 
them in?" 

His balls were swinging over her face. Pulling her tongue from her brother's 
ass-hole, Betty let it flip across his testicles. Robert loved the sensation 
of Betty's tongue lashing. 

"Honey, you sure know how to lick my nuts," he told her happily. "Oh, baby, 
why don't you open your mouth and suck on them?" 

Betty gripped her brother's ass cheeks and let him lower his testicles into 
her open mouth. She sucked on them adoringly. She was fascinated with his 
privates. 

"Now, baby," he promised her, "I'm gonna let you lick the cream out of my 
dick. Get set." 

She opened her mouth and released her grip on his balls and then she let him 
slowly slide his penis in. Inch by inch his cock forced its way into her 
mouth. Then she felt the head of it rubbing against the back of her throat. 
She enjoyed the sensation. 

"Oh, Betty," he told her, "you're gonna love this. You really are, 
sweetheart." 

With hard cock stabs he drove his penis down his sister"s throat. All the 
while he played with her firm bosoms. 

"Suck it, baby," he panted, "suck my hot cock meat." 

He pulled from her throat so he could let the head of it rest in her mouth. 
Her tongue gently lashed it. 

"Dip in the tip of it," he suggested. 

As she did so his cock quivered. Shivers of excitement ran up and down his 
spine. 

"Oh, wow!" he told her. "That feels good. Why don't you finger my ass-hole 
while you suck off my cock, baby?" 

Parting her brother's ass cheeks, Betty let her finger slide up his 
ass-hole. Massaging his prostate gland kept him stimulated. 

"That's it, Betty," he begged, "oh, honey, it's tremendous with the double 
action. I like getting my ass fucked while my cock is being sucked." 

He looked in the mirror. He enjoyed the sight of her cheeks pulling in as 
she sucked on his penis. 

"I want you to swallow it," he told her emphatically. "Some chicks like to 
spit it out. I want you to appreciate me." 

He continued eating her. At this point he was ready to give her excitement 
such as she had never experienced before. This was it. The excitement he 
wanted so desperately. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "you are too much." 

She was constantly pushing him away. For he was coming down too hard on her 
face. She could hardly keep his cock in her mouth with his ass so close. But 
Robert loved it this way. He wanted it as intimate as possible. 

"Come on," he told her, "finger fuck my ass-hole. Suck my cock quick. That's 
what I want you to do. Suck it. Suck that big juicy prick. Suck it off." 

Suddenly the cock exploded. 

"I'm cuming," he cried, "ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. It's shooting. Gobble me." 

The sensational pleasure that he experienced at this point persisted. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "that's the way to do it. Oh, baby, finish it." 

The big cock shot off in her mouth. The thick cream appealed to her. She 
liked the taste of him. He could tell from the way she sucked on the head of 
his shaft. 

"That's it, cock sucker," he told her, "eat it. Eat my dick. Oh, sweetheart, 
get the juice Swallow me. Swallow me whole." 

Betty swallowed her brother's juice. And when she had finished sucking all 
the cream out of his cock she slid her mouth off and patted him on the 
behind. 

"That was fun," she said. 

"I knew you'd like it," he told her. "I have a lot of other ideas about 
things we can do." 

Betty observed her brother's penis remained erect. This puzzled her. For in 
the sex class her professor had told her that the penis usually goes limp 
following sexual intercourse. 

"Is there something wrong with you?" she asked her brother. 

"What are you talking about?" he demanded. 

"I mean your cock," she exclaimed, "it's still hard." 

"That's because I'm a horny guy," he told her. "I've got another round in 
this gun. How would you like to feel it slipping up your ass-hole?" 

"What?" Betty exclaimed. "You mean you want me to let you shove that hunk of 
meat up my ass?" 

"Why not?" he smiled a bit shyly. "They say it's a lot of fun." 

"Maybe it's fun for the person who is doing it," she admitted it, "but it 
certainly isn't any fun for the person on the receiving end." 

This was really getting him disgusted. She should be glad that he was giving 
her a chance, he thought. 

"Look, baby," he told her, "I don't like your fucking attitude. I'm willing 
to experiment with your body. You're lucky." 

"Go give somebody else the good luck," she said. "That kind of luck I can do 
without." 

He could see he wasn't making any headway with her. 

"Be reasonable," he insisted, "please, baby." 

"I am being as reasonable as I know how," she told him disgustedly, "and I 
want you to listen to me. I'm not gonna let you do it." 

All of the sudden Robert decided he would overpower his sister. 

"Look, you're gonna do it," he said. 

He grabbed her and spread honey all over his cock. 

"So Brando used butter," he said, "I'll use honey to stick it your 
ass-hole." 

His sticky cock flipped between his sister's ass cheeks. He rammed hard. 

"That's the way to do it," he told her, "now we're fucking." 

The big penis plunged up her ass-hole. He was ramming it hard and enjoying 
it. The sticky honey proved a good substance for smooth cock sliding. 

"Come on, baby," he panted, as he rammed it to her. "Fuck. Twist your ass. 
That's what I want you to do. Grind your hips, honey. Come on, baby, do it." 

The plunging penis stabbed vigorously into her. 

"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "that's what I want you to do, baby, fuck. Come on, 
sweetheart, fuck. Fuck fast." 

As he rammed it into her harder, she twisted quicker. She wanted him to get 
his gun off as soon as possible. 

"You're hurting me," she complained, "get it over with." 

Suddenly his pecker shot into her ass-hole. The juice squirted and spurted 
as she squirmed. 

"Milk me," he told his sister, "that's it, honey. Use your sphincter muscle. 
Milk my prick. Come on, baby, do me." 

He was thrilled that she was grinding her hips now. She was squeezing her 
sphincter muscle, milking his shaft. 

"Oh, baby," he groaned in a frenzy, "that's the way I like it. Get all the 
cream out." 

When she had finished twisting her ass around and squeezed his cock until 
all the juice had been released, she let him slowly slide out. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Betty looked at her brother and confided her big secret to him. 

"Robert." she said, "would you promise that you'd never tell anyone if I 
told you something about me?" 

"Sure, what'd you do, murder somebody?" he laughed. 

"No," she admitted, "but I let Baron stick his dog dick in me." 

"You fucked Baron?" he asked as a mental picture of his sister having sex 
with the big German Shepherd focused sharply in his mind. 

"Yes, Robert," she said, "dogs have to get kicks, too." 

"Sure," he nodded, "they've got to get their rocks off with another animal. 
Not with a human being." 

It became glaringly obvious to Betty that her brother didn't appreciate her 
relationship with Baron. 

"I hope you don't think less of me now," she quipped. 

"Not exactly," he told her. 

"Yes, you do," she said grimly, "you don't have any respect for me." 

"Let me watch you and Baron make it," he told her. 

Betty thought for a long moment. 

"Are you sure you won't hate me?" she asked her brother sincerely. 

"No, I won't," he said, finally accepting it and then his imagination began 
working overtime. 

"Go ahead," he said, "call him in." The naked Robert got off the bed and 
went to the door. He called out to the dog. "Baron," he called out, "come up 
here." Baron bounded into the bedroom. "Get up there and screw her," he 
commanded. 

There was something almost sadistic about the way Robert told the dog to go 
at his sister. Betty sensed it immediately. 

"I don't want to do it in front of you," she said. 

"Why, is it something sacred when you fuck your dog?" he laughed as he sat 
on the edge of the bed. 

"I love Baron," she admitted. 

"Oh, I don't want to come between you two," he said. "How could you tear 
yourself away from the dog's dick to take mine?" 

She didn't say any more to him. Glancing at her brother's penis which was 
flipping up between his legs, she observed he was getting hot contemplating 
her doing things with the dog. 

"I guess you want to watch us," she said softly. 

"Yes," he replied, "I'd like to jack-off while I'm watching the dog fuck 
you." 

"All right," she said, "if that's what you want to do." 

He went to his room a moment and then returned with a bottle of baby oil. 

"I was wondering if you were gonna come back," she said as she stroked on 
the dog's long penis. 

"Sure, sister," he explained, "I just went to get some oil to jack-off 
with." 

Pouring the oil into his hands he then reached for his erect male member. 
Grasping it firmly he began pumping vigorously. 

"You really like to do that, don't you?" she smiled at him. 

"You bet I do," he assured her. 

He was pumping rhythmically now, enjoying himself. 

"Pump hard, honey," she said, "because you're gonna have to keep time to 
Baron and me." 

He realized how true his sister's words were. For as he went on pumping his 
penis she spread her legs invitingly for Baron. Baron bent over and let his 
tongue lightly lap at her pussy. This really got him excited. He cupped his 
balls now with one hand and pulled rhythmically on his cock with the other. 

"Get him to fuck you," Robert said in a clipped tone. "Hurry up, honey, I'm 
hot." 

She could tell he was hot. But it delighted Betty to keep him waiting. She 
wanted him to beg for it. She parted her pussy lips and the dog's tongue 
slid inside. He gazed at the quivering pink pussy flesh as the dog's pink 
tongue licked. 

"Baron's a real pussy eater," he told her. "He sure digs your snatch." 

"Oh, that feels so good, Baron," she told him. "You've got a bigger tongue 
than Robert." 

Robert was beginning to get jealous. However, he controlled himself. 

"Make that dog stick his cock in you," he insisted. 

Stretching out she positioned Baron. His paws went on her shoulders and then 
she slid a pillow under herself. Now she was in a perfectly poised position 
for the dog to plunge his penis into her. 

"Time for action, Baron," she smiled, "fuck me. And fuck me hard!" 

The dog's huge shaft slipped in. He was fuck-ng her now with strong driving 
thrusts. 

"Fuck," he commanded, "fuck it. Fuck her, boy." 

In and out the big cock plunged. Betty really enjoyed it. 

"Come on, baby," she begged, "fuck. That's how I want it. Fuck me good." 

He wasn't stopping for anything now. He was ramming forward, with his tongue 
hanging from the side of his mouth. Some saliva dripped down to her bosoms. 

"Look at that dog go," Robert panted as he pumped in time to the dog's 
stabbing cock. 

"Fuck her, Baron," he called out excitedly, "fuck her good." 

He was really turned on at this point. And so was she. 

"Go," she told the dog, "oh, Baron, that's how you do it. Fuck it. Fuck 
good!" 

The dog's big cock continued thrusting. He was becoming more and more 
excited every moment. Robert patted the dog on the back with one hand as he 
removed his hand from his balls. 

"I'm just about there," she told Robert, "I'm gonna juice. And when I cum, 
he does, too. Baron-likes to swing his prick in and out of my slippery pussy 
hole." 

Sure enough Betty came. Robert could see the pussy juices dripping. 

"Ohhh, Baron," she groaned as she arched her back and pushed her pelvis 
forward. The dog stabbed vigorously. 

"Look at him wag his tail!" Robert noted. 

At this point Robert became so hot he was pumping with all of his might. 

"Oh, that's beautiful," he said in a groaning voice. 

His big cock exploded in his hand. Some of his sperm shot over on her 
breasts. 

"Ohhh, wow!" he panted, "was that ever fun." 

"Lick your cum off my tits," Betty suggested. 

Bending over he let his tongue lightly lash at her big bosoms. 

"Ohhh, that's so much fun," she said, "I love it." 

He licked her bosoms. She loved his technique. Bending over he would lick 
first one nipple, biting it lightly. At the same time he would be massaging 
her other breast. 

"Oh, Robert," Betty said, "you're so much fun. Daddy Would kill us if he 
knew what we were doing." 

"He'd kill you if he knew you were fucking the dog, too," Robert grinned. 

"You know it, baby," she smiled. 

When he pulled away she was a little disappointed. 

"Aren't you gonna kiss me ? " she asked coyly. 

"What for?" he demanded, hoping she wasn't developing a real crush on him. 

"To show some affection," she said swiftly. 

Bending over he kissed her on the cheek. 

"Not one of those kisses," she complained. "More like this." 

Betty threw her arms around her brother's neck. She pressed her bosoms 
against his chest. Then mashing her lips against his she let her tongue slip 
back and forth along his lips. 

"Oh, baby," she said, "you don't know how much I like you." 

"I've got a pretty good idea, sweetheart," he assured her. 

Robert was worried. He knew that he couldn't have his sister making over him 
like this. He had learned in sex education class that to have sex with a 
member of one's own family was a dreadful act. And he didn't want to get 
boggled down in such a relationship. Therefore, he knew he would have to do 
something. 

When he met a honey-haired blonde at school the next week, he introduced 
himself immediately. 

"I'm Robert Conover," he told her, "and what is your name?" 

"I'm not sure I should tell you," she smiled smugly, "I hear this is a 
dangerous school." 

"To be as pretty as you are is dangerous anywhere," he complimented her. 

"All right," she said, "I'll tell you my name. I'm Linda." 

"Linda," he told her, "what do you do for kicks." 

"Do you really want to know?" she asked him. 

"Yes," Robert insisted as he walked with her to class. 

Linda leaned closer and whispered, "I sniff glue." 

"I don't dig that," Robert said flatly, "I'd rather have sex than sniff glue 
any day." She giggled. 

"T can do that, too," she nodded. 

"I just bet you could, baby," he told her. "Do you keep your motor running 
on Saturday nights?" 

"Are you proposing we go out together?" she said eagerly. "How about it?" 

"I'd like to go hear that new rock group," she said, "you know, the Savage 
Is Loose group." 

"They really got that beat, haven't they?" he smiled. 

"You know it," she said. "Can we go?" 

"If you want to," Robert agreed. 

All the time he was burning inside. He realized how expensive it was to go 
see the Savage Is Loose rock group. He knew that he would have to pay so 
much for her pussy that he might as well go out and buy a piece of ass. And 
this bothered him. 

"I've got to run along to class now," she said, "how will I know where to 
meet you?" 

"Give me your number, Linda," he said, "and I'll buzz you and pick you up 
Saturday night. I've got wheels." 

"Oh, I knew you would, tiger," she grinned as she hastily tore out a scrap 
of paper from her notebook and handed it to him. 

Robert took the paper and tucked it in his wallet. Then he went on to his 
next class. 

After school that day his sister Betty told him that she wanted to talk to 
him. 

"You can talk to me here," he said, stretching out on the living room sofa. 
"Why not up in my bedroom?" she teased. "Look," he told her, "I don't want 
to fuck you. I've got a girl." 

"Who?" she asked abruptly. "None of your business," he said, shaking his 
head. 

Betty got the point. And it annoyed her. 

"Robert," she said, "you shouldn't talk to me like that. Not after we've 
been so close." 

"Forget it," he said emphatically, "and don't ever mention it again." 

To Robert's surprise he discovered that his sister was not so easily put 
off. She came over and rested her head on his lap as she stretched out on 
the sofa beside him. 

He could feel his penis stiffen. 

"We shouldn't be intimate at all," he told her quietly. 

"Please, let me play with you," she said as she reached up and started to 
unzip his fly. 

Slowly easing his fly down she reached in and pulled out his penis. 

"Leave it alone," he insisted. 

She couldn't leave it alone. She reached in and pulled out the balls, too. 
As she slowly stroked his cock she gently tugged on his nuts. 

"Oh, that feels good," Robert admitted. 

Betty was happy and delighted that he wasn't stopping her. Baron sat in the 
corner, observing. He was wondering if he was going to get any action. 
Immediately Robert picked up on this. 

"You know, your dog lover is jealous," he observed. 

Pulling her mouth away from his privates, Betty looked directly into Baron's 
eyes. She could sense the frustration he felt. 

"Come over here, baby," she called out to the big German Shepherd, "and I 
will take care of you." 

Reaching out she gripped the dog's penis. She pumped on it. 

"Come on, baby," she said, "I'll jerk you off while I suck Robert off." 

Robert burst out laughing. 

"That's quite a mean feat," he chuckled, "jerking the dog's dick while 
you're sucking my prick." 

"Sure," she said, "and I'll prove to you I can do it, too." 

She did just that. She let her mouth slip over her brother's penis head and 
she began sucking. She focused the action of her tongue and her teeth at the 
glans portion of his penis. 

"That's it," he told her, "give it to me. Come on, do it." 

Her hand was pumping rhythmically while her mouth moved up and down the 
length of his shaft. He loved the way she was doing him. It was obvious to 
Robert she loved blowing him. This added to his own pleasure. He could never 
forget one girl he used to go with. Joyce, a little redhead, who wouldn't 
let him play with her pussy or would she do anything with his cock. Joyce 
had always said she felt sex was wrong except in the marriage bed. 

"Suck it for me," Robert told his sister, "suck it. Come on, sister, suck my 
prick. Suck me off." 

Using skill and vigor she let her mouth move methodically up and down his 
shaft. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "now you're doing it. That's the way. Turn 
on." 

He was happy that she was enjoying it so much. 

"Oh, wow," he panted, "eat my prick. Suck it off. Let's see who cums first. 
Baron or me?" 

Just to put Baron in a good running position Betty moved her hand quicker up 
and down the dog's tremendous cock. 

"That's it," he told her, "oh, baby, do it. Now you're doing it. Keep it up. 
Oh, yes, keep it going." 

The passionate pleasure that she was deriving at this point continued. 

"Suck me," Robert begged, "suck my cream. Eat me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck 
it out. Get the juice. Oh, roll it around in your mouth. Oh, baby, eat me." 

The young boy could feel the sensation of the cock suck with a prickly, 
tingly feeling all over his body. Not only did it race up and down his spine 
as the sexual electricity shot through him, but he felt a tingle to his 
toes. 

"Suck it," he said emphatically, "oh, baby, I'm juicing. Gobble me. Suck the 
cream out of my dick." 

The hot cream shot into her mouth. It was slurping down her throat quicker 
than she wanted. She could barely taste him as the speedy piston thrusting 
pecker continued spurting its contents. 

Baron came a second later. The dog's hot cum splashed around her hand. 

"We made it, old boy," Robert sighed with a smile as he patted the big dog 
on the head. 

When Betty had finished blowing him she pulled off. Then she removed her 
hand from the dog's cock. 

"You're mighty good at sex," he admitted, honestly. 

"Yes, I am," Betty nodded. "It's probably because I'm oversexed. Maybe I'm 
even a nymphomaniac." 

"Do you think so?" Robert asked excitedly. 

"What's so great about being a nympho?" 

 CHAPTER 3 

That weekend Betty discovered her brother was serious about finding another 
sexual outlet. For he told her flatly that he had a heavy date. 

"Who with, tiger?" she asked quickly. 

"A new girl," he said, "her name is Linda." 

"I guess I don't know her," Betty said. "Probably a good thing I don't. I 
might want to claw her eyes out." 

"Is that a nice thing to say?" Robert asked his sister, stunned by her 
jealous comment. 

"No," she said, "but maybe I'm not a nice nympho, brother." 

With a smug smile on her face she turned around and went back to her 
bedroom. She lay on the bed, looking at her big dog. Her father was coming 
home in a couple of days and she was grateful. She was getting to feel 
lonely for someone she could confide in and trust. She used to be able to 
talk to Robert like anyone else. Now that he was her lover as well as her 
brother, she couldn't. This bothered her. 

Once her brother was gone she thought she might call a boyfriend. She got on 
the phone and decided she would buzz Freddie. Freddie had always turned on 
with her and she had refused to have anything to do with him. She was happy 
when she found Freddie at home. 

"What's a handsome stud like you doing home alone on a Saturday night?" she 
asked quietly. 

"I just didn't luck out tonight," he admitted. 

"Maybe you'd luck out if you came over here, Freddie," Betty suggested. 

"Now you're talking," he laughed, "and you're probably teasing. If there's 
anything I hate it's a prick teaser. You know what that is, don't you?" 

"Why don't you come over here, Freddie and find out for yourself?" she added 
eagerly. 

"All right," Freddie agreed, "I'll see you later. Are you home alone?" 

"My brother Robert had a heavy date," Betty explained, "and my folks are 
gone until Monday. Isn't that convenient?" 

"Very much so," he agreed. 

When Freddie came over Betty decided to greet him at the door with a big 
surprise. She was wearing a heavy overcoat. 

"What've you got that overcoat on for?" Freddie asked, shaking his head, 
puzzled. 

"Surprise," she exclaimed as she spread wide the coat, displaying her 
totally nude body. 

Freddie's eyes bulged out when he caught sight of Betty's breasts. Then his 
eyes swept down to her fur-trimmed triangle. Hastily Betty wrapped the coat 
around herself protectively again. 

"Why don't you come upstairs?" she asked. "We could have more fun in the 
bedroom." 

"All right, baby," he said, "I didn't know you were so hot for me." 

She looked at him and observed the penis pressing against his pants. The 
sight of the bulging crotch excited her. 

"Let's go to bed, sweetheart," she said. "I hate to go to bed alone when I'm 
so lovable." 

She tossed off her coat and naked went over to the bed. Freddie didn't take 
long to get out of his clothes. When he pulled down his shorts and his penis 
flipped up, he went over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She loved 
him for doing this. It reminded her of how her brother Robert refused to 
display any affection. 

"Oh, Freddie," she said, "we're gonna be great friends. I just know it." 

First she decided she would treat Freddie to some unique sex. 

"Freddie," she suggested slyly, "why don't you straddle my face?" 

"What?" Freddie mumbled as he got on the bed and straddled her. 

"Move up, tiger," she said, "I'll let my tongue lick out your ass." 

"Great," he said, "my brother told me about a chick in Panama who used to 
lick his ass. He was in the Navy and he sure had some good times." 

Lowering himself he watched her as she gripped his firm behind. 

"A little farther down, honey," she insisted strongly. 

Freddie was eager to let her do her thing. As he lowered, her tongue flipped 
up. Then she licked quickly around his behind. 

"Oh, suck my ass-hole," he told her, "suck it." 

He was really excited now. 

"Oh, baby," Freddie panted as he pumped his buttocks up and down. "It's 
tremendous. Lick my ass-hole. Keep it up." 

Freddie got the right idea. He gripped his penis and began jacking off while 
she ate his ass out. 

"I never had a chick who asked to eat my ass before," he told her honestly, 
"but I'm sure glad you enjoy it." 

Freddie enjoyed it, too. His hand pumped vigorously on his penis. 

"Keep it up, baby," he begged, "that's what I want you to do. Oh, yes, keep 
it up." 

She was moving her hand in rapid-fire movements now. And he was getting more 
and more stimulated. 

"Suck my ass," he told her, "suck it. Keep that up. Oh, yes, that's the way 
you do it. Oh, eat my ass out." 

Realizing that if Freddie kept jacking off at the tempo he was doing it now 
he would explode in his hand, Betty decided it was time for her to take his 
penis in her mouth. 

Sliding out of his ass she looked up. 

"Move over, baby, and slip me your dick." 

He moved back and then watched as he inched his cock into her mouth. 

"Suck my prick," Freddie panted, "suck it. Oh, baby, why don't I eat your 
pussy while you're licking my penis?" 

Bending over he got himself in a top position to eat her pussy. 

While she sucked on his cock he let his tongue slip into her slit. He 
flipped his tongue back and forth, probing inside her. He loved the 
delicious taste of her pussy. He nibbled at her clit. She pumped forward. 

"Oh, Freddie," she begged, "eat my pussy. Eat me." 

Freddie was disgusted. He didn't want Betty to take a moment away from his 
cock. Slipping out of her pussy he complained, "Don't ever take your mouth 
off my cock when I am ready to shoot. What would happen if I had shot my 
wad?" 

"I'm sorry," she said as she gripped his ass cheeks and let her tongue flip 
at his cock when she mouthed him once more. 

He thrust his penis vigorously down her throat. At the same instant he went 
to work on her pussy. His tongue pumped inside her. She loved being eaten by 
him. The two of them continued like this. Freddie loved the double 
sensations. The thrill of sucking and being sucked at the same time. 

Suddenly he couldn't take it any longer. With a couple of hard cock stabs he 
drove it down her throat and shot off his gun. 

As the two of them sucked away on each other's sex organs they recognized 
they were both equally turned on with fucking. 

Freddie pulled his tongue out of her pussy and lay between her legs. He 
enjoyed the view. He toyed with her ass crack and suddenly the idea hit upon 
him that it would be fun to suck and fuck that, too. His tongue slipped back 
and forth around her ass-hole. Then he pumped it up there. 

"That feels good, Freddie," Betty told him. "Eat my ass, Freddie. Suck my 
ass-hole." 

Freddie's hands massaged her buttocks while he ate her ass out. Then he 
moved his body around so he could fuck her there. He spit in his hand and 
applied some of his spit to his cock. Parting her ass crack, he slowly 
slipped it to her. 

"Just relax, baby," Freddie told her. "You're gonna get this nice big cock. 
Right where you want it. Up your ass." 

The penis slid smoothly to the tight anal ring. It stopped. 

"You ought to use something on that," she said, "your spit isn't enough." 

Freddie reluctantly agreed to give her time to get some oil for him. 
Returning with a plastic bottle of baby oil she applied it to his penis 
until it was slippery. 

"Now try it," Betty suggested as she got on all fours in the middle of the 
bed. 

Freddie mounted her, slowly slipping his well-oiled cock up her tight anal 
channel. Even though it was difficult, he managed to plunge it up her 
ass-hole. 

"Fuck it!" he panted. "Fuck. Beautiful, baby. Fuck it." 

It was amazing to him how pleasurable the tight ass-hole actually was. He 
had scored with quite a few chicks in high school. However, he had never 
managed to get his cock up anybody's ass. Now that he was discovering a new 
dimension of sexual excitement he was pleased. 

"Twist your ass," he said as he gripped her buttocks. 

Betty not only twisted her behind but she squeezed his cock. Her sphincter 
muscle worked smoothly. 

"Fuck it, baby," he gasped. "Fuck. Oh, baby, fuck it." 

The sensational pleasure that he felt as he stabbed his prick up her behind 
persisted until he finally got it to climax. 

"Squeeze it," he exclaimed, "get the cream out of my cock. Oh, yes, that's 
what I. want you to do. Milk me." 

He went on thrusting until he had finished. Pulling out his cock too quickly 
caused Betty to complain. 

"Don't do that!" Betty warned him. 

"Why not?" he asked puzzled. 

"It hurts when you pull that big cock of yours out so quickly," she 
explained. 

Betty lay there and wondered if she dare tell him about sex with Baron. 

"How uninhibited are you?" she smiled at her young student lover. 

"What the crap does uninhibited mean?" he complained, not knowing what it 
meant at all. 

"I'll tell you," she laughed. "Uninhibited means will you do anything?" 

"Sure," he told her, "almost anything." 

"Well then you wouldn't blame me if I had sex with my dog, would you?" 

"I'd love to watch you and that big old dog screw," he chuckled. 

"You may have that privilege very shortly, Freddie," she smiled. 

She went downstairs and brought Baron back. Baron bounded on the bed as if 
he knew what to expect. 

"He's sure a big dog," Freddie observed. 

"A big dog with a big cock," Betty teased. 

As she stroked it with one hand while she massaged her pussy with the other, 
Freddie had another idea. 

"Did you ever blow Baron?" he asked her, an amused smile playing about his 
lips. 

"Of course not," she said, "I would never put Baron's big penis in my 
mouth." 

"If you'd wash it off," he suggested, "it might be all right. I'm sure that 
a big cock like that would shoot you a huge load of cream. Would you like to 
taste Baron's sperm?" 

The idea fascinated her. 

"It would be kind of fun," she agreed. 

Suddenly Betty decided she would try Baron's penis for mouth size. 

Slipping her mouth over the dog's cock she began sucking. 

"Good," Freddie applauded, "suck him, suck Baron's big dick." 

It was a moving moment for her. She could hardly wait to see how much juice 
he would spurt into her mouth. She moved up and down on the dog's cock and 
played with his balls. Freddie patted the dog on the rump. 

"It sure makes my balls itch watching," he said, "when you get through with 
that cock suck, I'm gonna fuck you." 

She pulled her mouth off the dog's penis and suggested, "Why don't you screw 
me now?" 

"Maybe I'll just eat your pussy for now," he told her. "I want to get you in 
an acrobatic position when I dig you with my dick." 

Freddie moved over her crotch. Reaching down he gripped her ass cheeks. He 
pulled her up to him so he could conveniently let his tongue slide along her 
pussy. She loved the feel of his tongue slipping back and forth. 

"Stick your tongue in me," she insisted. 

Vigorously thrusting his tongue forward, he flipped it back and forth. She 
was really enjoying herself at this point. Now she went back to sucking on 
the dog's cock. They were quite a team. Betty's mouth moving rapidly over 
the dog's cock while she fingered his balls. At the same time she enjoyed 
having her pussy sucked on by Freddie. 

This continued until Freddie brought her around. Using his teeth effectively 
he nibbled on her clit. She gushed in his face. As the cum juice dripped 
from her pussy he licked quickly. Just then she brought Baron around. 

The big dog's cock exploded and Betty sucked eagerly. 

Pulling her mouth off Baron's penis she had to admit he gave her a fantastic 
load. Now Freddie wanted to get his rocks off his way. 

"Betty," he said, "I want you to throw your legs over my shoulders while I 
slide it up your ass-hole." 

"Sure, Freddie," she said agreeably. 

He reached down and quickly massaged some baby oil on his cock. Betty's legs 
were over his shoulders as he slipped his slickened cock into her behind. 
With a hard stab he rode forward. 

"I sure like to fuck you this angle," he said, reaching out to play with her 
bosoms. 

"Like this position, Freddie?" Betty smiled. 

Baron was on the sidelines watching. And it disturbed him to think that as 
soon as she had finished blowing him she went on to another lover. However, 
he was only a dog and he couldn't voice his complaint. Nevertheless, he did 
have feelings. 

The two of them fucked vigorously. She pushed back as he drove forward. 

"Keep playing with my tits," she said. "Oh, it feels so good when you pinch 
the nipples, Freddie. Not too hard!" 

Freddie had a mean, sadistic streak in him. Once he had been given the 
invitation to pinch her bosoms he didn't know where to stop. She was getting 
a big charge out of the whole act. 

"Oh, baby," she smiled at him, "you are too much." 

As he went on riding his slickened penis up her ass-hole and pinching her 
bosoms, she started singing. 

"What are you singing?" he smiled. 

"I'm writing my own music as you fuck," she went on. "Sock it to me, 
Freddie. Sock it hard. Ram it in good. Sock it to me, Freddie, give me that 
fuck. I want your dick. Every sticky inch of it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it, 
Freddie, fuck!" 

Freddie got a big charge. He picked up the rhythm of her sing-song verse she 
had written and rammed it to her good. His balls bounced against her behind 
as he went on thrusting. 

"When I ram it to the right, you twist to the left," he suggested. 

She ground her hips around to the left and he thrust to the right. The 
counter motion added excitement to the ass fuck. Suddenly he could hold back 
no longer. His big cock exploded. 

"Oh, I'm cuming," she groaned. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck it. Fuck off." 

The cream cum exploded. She milked his prick. 

When Freddie had finished he pulled out and told her, "I'd better go home. 
I'm gonna get all screwed out here." 

"Why, Freddie," she said, "aren't you man enough for little old Betty?" 

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, "but maybe you are too much for any man. 
Anyway, you've got Baron. He can always screw you." 

As Freddie left Betty and Baron he realized he was lucky to get out of there 
alive. For apparently she wanted to continue screwing until he was 
exhausted. 

 CHAPTER 4 

When Robert came home that night Betty was determined to find out if he had 
had sex with his newfound girl friend. 

Naked she slipped into his bedroom. She lay beside him in his bed and then 
let her hand reach under the cover so she could play with his penis and 
balls. 

"Robert," she began, "did you have a good time tonight?" 

"No," he said glumly, "I asked this chick if she'd go down on me and she 
slapped my face." 

"Why didn't you suggest you could eat her pussy?" Betty asked, wondering all 
about the outcome. 

"She said she was off pussy eating," he complained. 

"That's so sad," she said as she went on fondling his penis to life. 

"Oh, it feels good when you do me," he said. "Why don't you go down there, 
sis?" 

Betty was delighted that her brother was inviting her to have more intimate 
sexual relations with him. He could hardly wait to satisfy her carnal lusts. 

She threw back the covers and got down between his legs. 

"Part your legs for me, little brother," she smiled. 

"I'm not so little now," he said proudly, looking at the size of his cock. 

Reaching up she pulled a pillow down so she could place it under her 
brother's behind. Then she parted his ass crack with her tongue. 

"Oh, I like that intimate connection," he smiled as he watched her plunge 
her tongue up his ass-hole. Reaching forward, Betty gripped her brother's 
penis. She pulled on it hard. 

"Oh, wow," he exclaimed, "does that ever feel good. Oh, baby, pull it. Pull 
it off." 

She was pulling vigorously now. 

"Keep it up," he told her, "oh, I like it when you jack me off and eat my 
ass at the same time." 

Betty was happy that her brother had not found sexual gratification with his 
new-found girl friend. She wanted to be the girl in his life. She would go 
to any lengths to hold him. If it required sucking his ass, she would do it. 
If it demanded eating his sperm, she would gladly do that. For she was crazy 
about him. 

"Suck my ass," he panted, "suck it. Oh, baby, eat my ass out." 

The tongue continued plunging rhythmically in and out of Robert's ass-hole 
while his cock was being pulled. 

"Hang in there, I'm gonna give you a good feeding. It won't be much longer 
now, baby." 

He could hardly wait for the moment when her mouth would slip over his penis 
head. 

"Oh, baby," he panted as he reached down and gripped her head. His fingers 
pressed down on her as she went on eating out his ass-hole. 

"Pull up to my dick," he told her. "I want you to lick it next." 

Slipping her tongue from his behind she licked his balls and then let her 
mouth slide over his cock head. 

"Suck it," he commanded, "suck me, baby. Suckmy dick. Suck that juicy cock 
off." 

He was really enjoying himself now. He put his hands behind his head and 
leaned back. He let her do her things down there. 

"Eat it," he commanded, "eat my cock. Oh, baby, suck that big juicy dick. 
Oh, suck, suck me off." 

Finally his big penis exploded. She gobbled it greedily. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "that's fantastic. Oh, baby, suck the cream out. Yes, 
baby, yes, I want it. I want it bad." 

When she pulled off him she looked up at him happily. 

"Did I satisfy you, Robert?" 

"Oh, yes, sister," he assured her, "I really enjoyed that." 

For a moment she thought she might tell him about Freddie. Then she decided 
against it. 

"Did you have a good time tonight?" he asked. 

"I was waiting for you," she told him quickly. That pleased him. 

"Come up here, sis, and let me hold you," he said. 

She moved up to him and then he threw a leg over her as he played with her 
bosoms. 

"Do you know how to snap your pussy?" he asked her. 

"I don't think I do, brother," she said. "Could you teach me?" 

He got off the bed and went over to his dresser. He pulled open a drawer and 
reached in for something. Then he tossed it to her. 

She looked at it. 

"What is it?" she asked him. 

"That, sweetheart, is a pussy exerciser. A dildo." 

"I'd heard about such things," Betty admitted, "but I've never seen one. It 
looks just like a cock." 

"Yes," he told her, "it was made in a mold from an actual penis. It is a 
great exerciser. You push it in and out of your pussy every night to keep 
the muscles tight." 

"Wow!" she said. "What I don't learn every day." 

She slid the dildo into her pussy. 

"Let me do it for you, sis," he told her. "I want to watch your pussy grip." 

Reaching over to the night stand lamp, he adjusted the shade. The light fell 
on Betty's fur-trimmed triangle. Then he plunged the dildo in. 

"Just squeeze your pussy," he said, "please, sis. I want to watch this." 

If he got a big charge out of it it was okay with her. 

They were becoming' more stimulated, more excited every moment. 

"Fuck me," she begged, as her brother moved the dildo quicker. 

This was what Robert had wanted to see. He had read about women climaxing 
with plastic penises. But he wanted to observe it first hand and close up. 

"Oh, I can't stand it," she groaned in delight. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes." 

She was really turned on. And so was her brother. He began sucking on her 
bosoms while he let the dildo continue slipping back and forth in her 
pumping vagina. 

"I'm cuming," she gasped, "I'm creaming." 

Sure enough she was. Hastily Robert pulled the dildo out and slipped his 
tongue where it had been. This was what he wanted to do. She enjoyed having 
him eat her pussy under these delightful circumstances. His tongue lashed 
back and forth quickly. 

"Suck me," she begged, "ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, little brother, suck me." 

Robert pulled his tongue out when he had nibbled her clit again and got some 
more juice. When he did so he remembered what he had read about a new kind 
of sex. He took the dildo and went to the bathroom and washed it off. 

Then he added the straps to it. He began massaging some baby oil on it and 
she was curious as to what he was doing. 

"Why are you doing that?" she asked. 

"I want you to fuck my ass-hole with it," he told her. 

"I couldn't do that," she said. "I wouldn't know how to use a penis." 

"It's about time you found out," he told her. 

She strapped the dildo onto herself. And then he got on the bed and threw 
his legs into a convenient position so she could slip the dildo up her 
brother's behind. She parted his ass cheeks and aimed the plastic penis for 
his ass-hole. 

"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me." 

The dildo plunged into her vigorously. She was enjoying it at last. 

"Fuck," he told her, "fuck. Come on, baby, fuck it." 

In and out the hard penis rode. She was so excited now she was trembling. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped, "I love the feel of that slippery plastic eock up my 
ass. Oh, wow!" 

It electrified Betty to see her brother so stimulated with the sex act. She 
enjoyed the feeling of domination that having a penis gave her. Even if it 
was a plastic cock, she could use it. With skill and good aim she went on 
ramming. 

"You like it, eh?" she smiled at him. 

"Yes, yes," he begged, "keep fucking." 

He was fucking now with vigor and delight. Pushing his pelvis to meet his 
sister's advancing dildo stabs, he told her, "Bend over." 

She bent over and his huge cock came closer in view. 

"If you do it just right," he smiled shyly, "you can lick my joy stick while 
you're fucking my ass-hole." 

It did require an acrobat's skill to obtain this unique sexual position. Yet 
Betty was determined to do it. She wanted to provide Robert with thrills and 
sexual sensations that no one else could give him. To do this she recognized 
one fact. She had to throw overboard any of her inhibitions. They were 
tossed over now in a fervent desire to supply him with kicks. 

"Stick my ass," he told her, "Stick it up there. Oh, yes. Come on, Betty, 
fuck my ass-hole." 

Betty was learning how to rhythmically thrust the dildo fhto her brother's 
behind. "Fuck me," he begged, "fuck my ass-hole." He was perspiring now and 
the intense expression on his face pleased her. 

She went on ramming away. He was enjoying it enormously. Now her tongue was 
lashing the head of his shaft. 

"Suck it," he told her, "suck it." 

Betty was just able to get the tip of his penis in her mouth. Her lips 
fastened on it and her tongue whipped around the smooth head. 

"Oh, sweetheart," Robert patted as he pushed his penis a bit farther, "I'm 
gonna shoot in a minute. Keep licking. Oh, that's it. Fuck my ass-hole, suck 
my cock off." 

His penis exploded in her mouth. She was really turned on now. 

"Suck it off," he told her, "suck the juice. Suck that cock." 

She was glad to gobble his cream. And she went on ramming his ass while she 
sucked him off. 

When Betty pulled her mouth off her brother's penis he had an overjoyed 
expression flashing in his face. It was worth all of the exertion to see him 
this excited, this delighted. 

"How about that, Robert?" she said breathlessly, "was I good?" 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "it was tremendous." 

"Could you do the same thing to me?" she smiled. "I mean, fuck my ass and 
eat my pussy at the same time?" 

Robert laughed. 

"The only reason you could do it to me," he explained, "is because of my 
pecker. Those eight inches of cock meat made the difference." 

She thought about it and it was true. That did make the difference. 

They slept together that night. With their arms wrapped around each other, 
they awoke in the morning. She looked at him nervously. At first she forgot 
he had gone to bed with her. She was startled. 

"Robert," she said, "what are you doing here?" 

He mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "I guess we really got turned on with each 
other." 

It was obvious to her that her brother really dug her. 

"Baby," he smiled, "have I told you how much I dig you?" 

She shook her head slowly. 

"Robert," she said quietly, "will you promise me one thing?" 

"Yes, if I can," he told her. 

"Never tell dad and mom about us," she said. "It would break their hearts to 
think that we were having sex." 

"And I won't mention about you and Baron either," he chuckled. 

"Please, don't," she said. "I like our folks. They're real nice. But let's 
face it. They're out of another time. Years ago people didn't do things like 
we do. I read that some people thought it was wrong for a guy to eat a 
girl's pussy. Can you imagine anything as normal as that being wrong?" 

"They're sick," he told her. "Anybody who says it's wrong for a guy to get a 
head job has to be sick. It's natural. It's instinctive." 

"Of course it is," she said. "They were doing it back in Roman times and 
they're doing it now. However, honey, there were always people who said it 
was wrong." 

"In class they talk about not having too many kids," Robert laughed, "but 
they never mention how sixty-nining would stop the population explosion." 

"They should have lessons in sex like we do," she said. "Even having sex 
with a dog is good. It didn't hurt Baron. He enjoyed it. And so did I." 

"I bet you did like having that big hunk of meat slipping into you," he 
laughed. 

When their parents did come back Betty and Robert remained quiet. They knew 
enough not to say anything. 

Betty was disturbed when her mother Clara invited her into her room and 
talked boldly. 

"You're a big girl now, Betty," she smiled, "and I'll bet the male sex finds 
you quite attractive." 

"I guess so," she said softly. 

"I know so," she winked. "I've heard boys talking about you. And your father 
wanted me to speak to you about what was right and wrong regarding sex." 

"Yes, mother," Betty said, feigning innocence. 

"A lot of boys are terrible these days," her mother went on disgustedly, 
"they want to get a girl in bed before they even know her name. It's really 
disgusting. I want you to always be careful that you guard your reputation. 
That's all a girl has in the final analysis." 

"Yes, mother," Betty said. 

"I will never forget one stud who went after me in college," her mother 
continued. "He was awful. He said I would make a good tight piece of ass. 
Can you imagine that?" 

"No, mother," she said. 

"That's not the right answer," her mother snapped. "Of course I would make a 
good tight piece of ass but not for him. I was saving my pussy for your 
father." 

"You're raising your voice, mom," Betty said. 

"It's just that I don't like being downgraded," her mother explained. 

"It wasn't intentional," she assured her mother. 

"I certainly hope not, honey," she said, "because I don't appreciate 
anything discouraging said about my pussy." 

As her mother continued talking, Betty decided she would ask her a thing or 
two about her father. 

"Do you enjoy having sex with daddy?" she smiled smugly. 

"That's a fine question for a daughter to ask her mother," she said. 

"Do you?" she asked. 

"Let's put it this way," she said. "Your father and I have our differences." 

"What do you differ over?" she continued pursuing the trail of questioning. 

"Your father believes in French sex," she explained. 

"What do the French do?" she asked eagerly. "If you must know, sweetheart," 
her mother replied snidely, "they lick and suck. That's what your father 
wants." 

"They were telling us at school that the ancients did it, too," her daughter 
reminded her. "Take Pompeii and those paintings on the walls. You know, 
where people are having sex in different positions." 

"What are they doing showing you those things at school?" her mother 
snapped. "I didn't know about those things until I was in Psyche II in 
College." 

"Perhaps if you'd learned of them earlier, mom," she said testily, "you 
wouldn't be so opposed to them now." 

"Well aren't you the smart one," her mother said indignantly. "You sound as 
if you're defending these strange sexual practices. I certainly hope that 
you aren't doing things behind my back." 

"No, I'd be doing them on my back," she laughed. "Quit worrying, mom, I'm 
your good little girl." 

"I hope so, honey," her mother said. "I tried so hard to raise you right." 

There was one thing that she wanted to ask her mother. 

"Mom," she said, "do you use a pussy muscle exerciser to keep your pussy 
muscles tight?" 

"Why do you ask that?" her mother shot back furiously. "Of all the nerve." 

"Well I bought a T-shirt that said Happiness Is A Tight Pussy, mom," she 
explained, "and I wondered how you keep it tight." 

"Your father has sex with me regularly," she said, "and that is all the 
exercise my pussy muscles require." 

"You're raising your voice," Betty said softly, delighting in getting her 
mother uptight. 

"Indeed I am, young lady," her mother said angrily, "and that's no way for 
you to speak to your mother. A thing like a tight pussy is personal. Do you 
understand?" 

"I'm not sure how tight is right," she giggled. 

"This is no laughing matter," she said. "I'm going to have your father spank 
your bottom." 

"No," Betty protested, "I'm too old for that." 

"Apparently not," her mother said, "for if you were you'd watch your words. 
It's disgusting the way you've talked to me today. And I can't forgive you." 

Betty's father heard them arguing. 

"What's wrong, baby?" he smiled as he looked down at his daughter. 

"Your daughter has been talking terrible to me," Clara complained. 

"I'm not talking terrible at all," Betty insisted. "I simply asked mom a few 
personal sex questions. I don't know anything about the birds and the bees. 
And she's trying to keep it all from me." 

"Your daughter," Clara went on, "asked me if I had a tight pussy." 

"I can answer that question," her father replied flatly, "no!" 

"You've got a nerve," Clara stammered as she strode out of the bedroom. 

Realizing that he had gotten her so angry, he apologized. 

"I'm sorry, honey," he said abruptly, "but I was only telling the truth. You 
know your twat isn't tight. It isn't." 

"Happiness is a tight pussy," Betty said quietly. 

"That's the truth," her father nodded, "but you can't tell your mother that. 
I've tried to get her to use exercises, but she won't." 

Going over to the dresser, Betty pulled out the top drawer and displayed the 
dildo that her brother had given her. 

"Here, daddy," she said, "give this as a gift to mommy. I know she would 
love it as an anniversary gift." 

"Not a bad idea," be agreed, "she would really get a charge out of this, I'm 
sure." 

He was gone a moment and returned. "She didn't find it comical," her father 
said sadly. "I shouldn't have listened to you." 

 CHAPTER 5 

Betty felt that she had to do something to relieve the sorrow that she found 
her father displaying. She began undressing. 

"Why are you taking off all of your clothes?" he demanded. 

"Momma said you wanted to spank my bare bottom," she explained. 

"Your mom didn't say that," he explained. "She said I should whip your ass 
good." 

"You can do it better if I'm bare," she said as she pulled off her panties. 

When her father got a load of her naked body he found his eyes darting 
between the high points of the magic triangle. From one breast to the other 
and down to her fur-trimmed box. 

"Baby, get over here on my knee," he said. 

She paraded across the room and lay herself sexily over her father's knee. 
As he raised his hand up to spank her bare bottom he suddenly decided he 
would kiss it instead. As she felt him pressing his lips against her ass 
cheeks she turned to watch. 

"Why, daddy," she said, "you shouldn't be doing that." 

"I can't help it, honey," he said. "A shapely ass as beautiful as that must 
be kissed." 

While he was kissing her behind he was fingering her pussy. She let his 
finger know that her pussy muscles were tight. 

"You're tremendous, sweetheart," he told her. "I'm gonna lock the door and 
fuck you." 

"Momma would have twenty fits if she knew it," she giggled coyly as she 
watched him lock the door. 

Then her father pulled out his penis. 

"Daddy," she complained, "I want to see all of it. I want to see the balls 
and everything." 

"For you, pumpkin," he nodded, "I'll let it all hang out." 

He unzipped his fly and pulled off his pants and stripped off his shorts. He 
stood before her with his lower half naked. 

"I want your chest to press against my breasts," she smiled. 

He removed his shirt and then he stood before her stark naked in all of his 
manhood. 

"Oh, what a big cock, daddy," she said, dropping before him in a worshipful 
attitude. 

She pulled his mammoth penis to her mouth and let her tongue lick the head 
of it. 

"You like that, eh, baby?" he smiled. 

"You know it, daddy," she agreed. 

Betty quickly let her tongue lash at his cock head. He realized she wanted 
to blow him. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he said huskily, "I could never get your mother to go down 
on me. Oh, baby, that's what I wanted you to do. Suck me." 

Her lips encased his cock. 

"Suck the cream out, honey," he told her. "Suck it. Suck my big juicy dick. 
Come on, baby, suck that cock off." 

Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked on his prick. 

"Oh," he gasped, "suck me. Suck my dick. Suck my cock. Suck it off." 

He was becoming more intensely excited every moment. So was she. Her mouth 
moved rapidly. Her father thrust hard. 

"Suck it off," he exclaimed as he gripped his daughter's head and held her 
in place. 

"That's it, baby," he panted as he pumped vigorously, "eat your old man's 
cock. Come on, baby, get that cream. Suck it out. Oh, baby, eat my prick." 

Not only did she suck on her father's penis, but she enjoyed fingering his 
balls. She held them in reverence as she recognized that was where her very 
life had sprung from. She went on toying with his testicles and sucking on 
the head of his shaft. He was becoming more intensely excited every second. 

"Lick it," he begged her, "Lick my dick. Oh, baby, lick me. Suck me." 

Soon his big cock exploded in his daughter's mouth. The taste of her 
father's sperm made her tingle with excitement. She sucked and swallowed. 

"Eat it," he gasped, "eat my prick. Come on, baby, eat my dick." 

She was only too happy to accommodate her father's request. 

She was dreaming while he was creaming. 

When she had finished sucking him off she pulled off and looked up at him. 

"Did you like that, daddy?" she asked. "I must admit it was wonderful," he 
smiled gratefully. 

"Any time, daddy," she said as she got to her feet. 

Her father's penis was still stiff. 

"Honey," he said, "I'd like to fit that into your pussy. How about that?" 

"All right, daddy," she said with a joyful reach for his penis. 

She squeezed his pulsating cock and he smiled down at her. 

"Oh, baby," he groaned in delight, "that's what I want you to do. Have fun." 

She pulled it back and forth until it was completely erect. Then she 
suggested, "Daddy, why don't I throw my legs over your waist and you can 
fuck me standing up. You can play with my ass that way." 

"That's what I call a neat way to screw," her father smiled as he slid his 
cock into her pussy and she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

He was pushing hard now and she was shoving back. 

With her bosoms pressing against his chest, he smiled delightedly. 

"Oh, honey," he panted, "are you ever a good fuck. Yes, baby, yes. That's 
what I want you to do. Screw your daddy." 

She was more than willing to cooperate. She twisted her hips around and he 
loved the way her pussy muscles gripped his cock. 

"You're a nice tight fit," he told her with enthusiasm. "I only wish your 
mother had as good a pussy hold as you do." 

"Fuck me, daddy," Betty said, deliberately attempting to divert any 
reference to her mother. For that gave her guilty feelings. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me good." 

She pleaded with her father to give her a good hard balling. Rubbing her 
bosoms back and forth across his chest she begged for him to squeeze her ass 
cheeks. 

"Fondle my ass, daddy," she begged. "Oh, yes, yes, play with it." 

His hands massaged her ass cheeks roughly. 

"Ohhh, ahh, yes, yes. That's what I like. Keep it up." 

He continued thrusting forward. Her pussy muscles were gripping rhythmically 
now as he savagely fucked his young daughter. 

Tears of joy came to his eyes. It was the first time he had enjoyed a really 
good screw in a long time. 

"Daddy," she said, observing his misty eyes, "don't I please you?" 

"Too much, darling," he said, as he let his cock inch in farther. 

Suddenly his proud thrusting penis exploded. 

"Ohhh," he gasped, "I'm shooting, baby. Milk my dick." 

Exercising her pussy muscles effectively, she squeezed the juice out of her 
father's cock head. 

"I'm cuming, too, daddy," she said in breathless excitement. 

"I know," he said hotly, "I know you are." 

Betty didn't pull off until her father had finished shoving forward. Then 
slowly she unwrapped her legs from him. 

As she pulled off his sliding cock, she smiled triumphantly. 

"I guess I'm irresistible," she winked up at him. 

"You are," he said, "but we've done something awful." 

"Awful nice you mean," she said, displaying no guilt now. 

"I should never have screwed you," he said. "I apologize." 

"You don't have to apologize, daddy," she said, "and you don't have to fuck 
me again. But tonight was wonderful." 

When her father left the room she was a little bit disturbed. She had hoped 
that he would be more broad minded. She couldn't understand why he was 
acting this way. After all, she reasoned, she had only supplied him with the 
pleasure he sought from his own wife. Having failed to obtain it there, she 
figured he had a perfect right to obtain it here. And she resented his 
objections. 

There was something wonderful about knowing she could turn on almost 
anybody. And she set her sights on a professor at school. Marvin Turner 
would be her next conquest. She knew it would not be easy, yet she vowed 
that she would have that teacher. 

Sitting near the front of the room gave her a small advantage she figured. 
She could always display her body to catch his eye. The following week she 
did just that. Wearing a tight-fitting blouse which showed off her ample 
bosoms to very good advantage, she crossed her legs and then she parted 
them. She caught Marvin Turner glancing her way. She knew she could score if 
she could think of a reason why they could be alone. 

After class she lingered a moment to tell the teacher, "I'm having terrible 
trouble with my homework." 

"I can help you," he said. 

"That's what I was thinking," she smiled smugly. "Perhaps we could tret 
together and study." 

"Certainly," he said, "would you like to stay after school today?" 

"I think it would be just great," she said. 

"I don't often have a student display such enthusiasm for extra work," he 
smiled knowingly. 

"But I'm so eager to learn," she said in anticipation of what it would be 
like to have sex with her teacher. 

Marvin nodded. 

She left the classroom and that's all she could think about all day long, 
fucking her teacher. 

When the school day was over and she went to his room she deliberately 
locked the classroom door. 

"Why did you do that?" Marvin asked her as he looked at her. 

"For a very good reason," she said. "I'll tell you why. If we are constantly 
bothered we can't do our work." 

The teacher nodded and sat down beside her. 

She immediately pressed her leg against his. He picked up on it and tried 
not to react. 

However, he felt his penis stiffening between his legs. 

"I don't think you know much about diagramming," he said. "At least you've 
never displayed much knowledge about it on your English tests." 

"I'm terribly dense," she said, "but I'm no dunce. Please teach me 
diagramming." 

"All right," he began, "but first you've got to know the parts of speech." 

"I know the parts of speech," she began, "first there is a verb. That's an 
action word. You know, like fucking?" 

The teacher tried to ignore her statement. 

"And then there is an adjective," she said, "Like hard. You know, like 
hard-on." 

"It seems that your conversation is taking a sexual turn," Marvin observed. 

"And a noun," she said, "might be a penis. I would never call it a prick. 
That would be as bad as saying pecker." 

"You know quite a bit about sex, young lady," the teacher observed, "perhaps 
you've been having too much experience in that direction." 

"That's my problem," she said breathlessly. "I haven't had enough experience 
in that direction. I only wish that I had a teacher who'd tell me all about 
the birds and the bees in bed." 

"The birds and bees don't go to bed," he told her flatly. 

"No," she said, "it's sad, they don't. They don't have any life at all." 

"They seem to get together to multiply," he chuckled. 

"I would give anything to know what it's like to go to bed with you, Mr. 
Turner," she smiled. 

"Are you on the level, kid?" the teacher asked, stunned as she reached down 
and unzipped his fly. 

"You bet I am," she said, "and I give good head jobs." 

"How do you know you do?" he shrugged. 

As she stroked on his penis, she told him, "All my lovers tell me that. It's 
the truth." 

"Is it really the truth?" he asked as he watched her pulling hard now. 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Turner," she said, "my hand job is nothing compared to. my 
mouth job." 

Mr. Turned was so stunned and so eager for a good cock suck he didn't say 
another word. His young and willing student bent over. Her pink tongue tip 
touched the head of his cock. Juice oozed from the small slit. 

"I hope you're not one of those prick teasers," he said huskily. "It would 
be awful. You'd better suck it off and not leave me like this." 

"Of course," she said, "you can tell me all about diagrams while I'm blowing 
you." 

Before he could object her mouth was over his shaft. She was sucking 
vigorously now. He loved the sensations she was generating in his balls. 

"Suck me, baby," he begged her, "suck that cock. Suck it off. That's what I 
want you to do. Suck that big juicy dick. Suck it. Suck that cock. Suck it 
off." 

With hard rhythmic cock stabs he jabbed it into her mouth. The lips fastened 
tightly around the penis head. 

"Eat me," he begged, "eat me. Oh, baby, suck my big dick. Suck it off." 

The teacher reached down and guided the young girl's head over his jabbing 
penis. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes, suck. Suck it off. Ohhh, suck!" 

His voice was rising now as he got hotter. Suddenly his big cock exploded in 
her mouth. She gobbled his cum eagerly. He was really excited now. 

"Suck it off," he panted, "get all the cream." Betty did her best to give 
her teacher an appropriate cock suck. He was delighted when he shot some 
more juice into her mouth. Greedily she sucked him all in. 

Pulling off she felt on a cloud. For she had proved to herself that she was 
almost invincible. Every man that she offered herself to, accepted. That 
must mean something. 

"You didn't keep your word," she told her teacher with an innocent look. 
"You never mentioned diagramming while I was sucking off your cock." 

"I'm sorry," he laughed, "but my mind wasn't on diagramming. With that great 
mouth action you were giving me I couldn't think of anything but having a 
good cock suck." 

"You tasted smooth," she said, "Like sugar." 

The teacher decided he had better assure her that she would get a good 
grade. 

"It's not good for you to worry about anything," he told her, "certainly not 
your grade in my class. You take home this outline I'm going to give you and 
memorize it and when I test you if you do well, your grade will be a high 
one." 

"I was hoping you'd say that," she winked. 

He got the point. As she left the school that day she thought about the men 
that she had made. First there was Baron, her dog lover. 

She still put him at the top of the list because he had the longest cock and 
shot the biggest load of sperm. Next she turned on with her brother. Then 
she got Freddie and her father. Now she was putting Marvin on the big list. 

She felt guilty though, as she had been neglecting her first love, Baron. 

 CHAPTER 6 

Betty made up for shortchanging Baron. When she went home that evening she 
decided that she and the dog were going to have sex. However, her mother had 
other ideas. Her mother was all uptight about a venereal disease epidemic at 
school. Also she had heard rumors about a dope ring and she wondered if her 
daughter was taking dope. 

"I've heard some horrible things about what's going on at that school," her 
mother said disgustedly. "And I hope you're not one of those bad girls." 

"Now what's eating you, mom?" Betty demanded. 

"I was talking to Mable Miller," she said, "and Mable said a lot of girls 
over at the school and boys were getting those sexual diseases. You know 
what I mean." 

"I haven't heard anything about it," she said innocently. "And as far as I'm 
concerned my pussy is pure." 

A wicked smile played about her father's lips as she said that. He had come 
home just as her mother was talking to her. Her mother caught a comical 
exchange of glances between them. 

"What are you two looking at each other like that for?" Clara demanded. 

"We were just joking about you, mom," Betty replied immediately, masking her 
true feelings. "You're always worrying." 

"A mother has to worry," she insisted. "With all that's happening in this 
world, dear, if I didn't worry you'd be in a very bad way." 

She gave an excuse for wanting to go to bed early. 

"At least I know you're safe when you're home with us," her mother said. 

She looked at her big dog. 

"Baron," she called out, "I'm going to bed now. Why don't you come upstairs 
with me?" 

Her father picked up on something. He knew she was talking to Baron as if 
she were attempting to lure him to bed with her. He worried about it. He 
knew that he had been a daughter fucker, but he didn't want his daughter to 
end up being a dog fucker. That would be terrible. 

Baron bounded up the stairs with her as she went to bed. 

"There's something wrong with that girl," Clara complained. "I can't put my 
finger on it but there's something she's doing that is not right." 

"You're too suspicious," her husband replied. However, inside he was 
thinking. Thinking seriously. 

After he had gone to bed and his wife had gone to bed, he tiptoed upstairs 
and walked down the hall. He didn't want to make any noise as he knew he 
might disturb his son, Robert. He was shocked when he managed to open the 
bedroom door and caught a glimpse of the big dog slipping his cock into his 
daughter's pussy. The dog's paws were on her shoulders. And he was ramming 
away. 

The part that got him the most upset, however, was the fact he was getting 
stimulated observing the sight. His penis stiffened to the point where he 
had to reach down and stroke it. 

He enjoyed it immensely. It was strange how the dog could give her sex just 
like a man. The big dog's penis slid smoothly in and out of her vagina. To 
cooperate with Baron, Betty was grinding her hips and clasping his cock 
tightly with her pussy. Her father had to admit one thing. She apparently 
was a good piece of ass. 

"Fuck me, Baron," she begged breathlessly, "fuck me. Shove it way in. Oh, 
yes. I love it. Oh, Baron, fuck me, fuck me!" 

The girl threw her head this way and that as the dog stabbed hard. 

Finally her father recognized that if he continued pumping on his penis he 
would explode. He didn't want to go off in his hand. He figured it would be 
much more fun if his daughter took care of him. 

He had plenty on her now. He knew that he could get her to service him for 
he had discovered her secret. Sex with Baron was what she had in mind when 
she retired early. How many times did she fuck that big boy? 

This question puzzled him. 

She went on panting and Baron went on pumping. 

"I love you, Baron," she groaned in sexual ecstasy. "Ohhh, yes, yes, fuck 
me. Fuck me good. Baron, screw me. I want it. I need it." 

He wished he could tell her to keep her voice down. He was certain that his 
wife Clara would not appreciate her having sex with the family dog. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "I'm cuming. Screw it, Baron." 

Whether or not Baron could understand her words, he certainly understood her 
emotions. He responded like a perfect lover and increased the tempo of his 
cock stabbing. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Oh, baby, screw me. I want it. I need it." 

The huge cock rammed into her. With unremitting passion the dog stabbed up 
to the hilt, his balls bouncing against her fur-trimmed triangle as he shot 
off his gun. 

"Ohhh," her father moaned under his breath, "I wish I could screw you." 

Then he walked in. 

"So this is why you went to bed so early?" he whispered. 

"Daddy, what are you doing here?" she asked so loudly that he sat on the 
edge of the bed and slapped his hand over her face. 

"Do you want to wake up everybody in the house?" he whispered into her ear. 
"Baby, I caught you violating your dog." 

"I wasn't violating, I was fucking," she said angrily. "And you've got a 
nerve to sneak in here and watch us. Are you some kind of sex crank. Maybe 
you're a voyeur. Maybe you get your kicks looking." 

"You know better than that," he told her. "I've given you plenty of good 
fucks, haven't I?" 

"Yes," she admitted, "you have. But don't be so impatient." 

Her father wasted no time in letting her know the price of discovering her 
secret. He stood there and immediately slipped off his pajamas. The 
moonlight shone on his bare-naked body and she felt eager for him to give 
her sex. However, she didn't know exactly on what he planned on doing. 
Straddling her bosoms, he let his buttocks press down on them. 

"Daddy," she exclaimed, "what are you doing?" 

"Riding your tits with my ass," he explained. "Oh, daddy," she giggled 
coyly, "you're awful." 

"When I sit on your face, darling," he smiled, "you're gonna think I'm 
really awful. But that's what I'm trying to get your mom to do. You know, 
suck ass." 

Pretending innocence she tried to let him think she had never done such a 
thing and wouldn't do such a thing. 

"I can't do that, daddy," she insisted. 

"Oh, yes, you can," he told her. "Now, baby, you do what your daddy tells 
you to." 

He was wasting no words. He was determined to get what he wanted of his 
daughter. 

"Come on, sweetheart," he told her, "you're gonna give your daddy a mighty 
good suck. I want you to lick and suck everything. The balls, the ass cheeks 
and my ass-hole as well. Every man-likes this. He can't get his wife to do 
it, but he loves it. And I'm gonna teach you something that will make your 
marriage stick together." 

Her father moved forward. She gripped his thighs as he lowered his ass 
directly over her face. 

"Lick the ass cheeks first," he said in a matter-of-fact voice. "That's the 
way to do it." 

Her tongue swept in wide swirling movements. Her father's balls tingled. 

"I feel it," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, it's like electricity. It's flashing 
all over my body. Keep licking on me. That's it. Move your tongue slowly and 
then alternate the tempo. Come on, baby." 

She let her tongue slide slowly up around her father's ass-hole. Then as he 
lowered farther over her face, she realized what he expected. She gripped 
his ass cheeks and then stiffened her tongue. 

"I'm gonna use your tongue like a slippery slide, baby," he smiled. "I'll 
slide up and down on your sweet tongue. And you'll love eating your daddy's 
ass-hole, too." 

Betty know that she would. She had become acclimated to the fact that 
everyone from Baron to her brother to her father, enjoyed having her. Her 
father's ass rode up and down in rhythmic movements while his hand worked on 
his cock as he pumped. 

"Suck my ass-hole," he told her. "Oh, yes, baby, that's what I want you to 
do. Lick. Lick it." 

She was doing her thing and her father enjoyed it. 

"Keep it up, baby," he begged, "keep that tongue slipping up there. Oh, yes, 
suck my ass. Suck it." 

His sweaty balls bounced on her face as he pulled on his penis. At the same 
time her tongue kept swinging and sliding up his ass. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "pull your tongue out. I want you to suck my cock. 
I want you to suck it off quick." 

She licked his balls as she pulled out of his ass. Then she licked at the 
underside of his shaft. Suddenly she was sucking on his cock head. 

"Suck it," he begged her, "suck, baby, suck." 

He could tell that she knew quite a bit instinctively about blowing. For she 
did different things with his cock. She would let her tongue slide over the 
head of it. Then she would dip the tip of her tongue into the small slit at 
the crown of his cock. Her lips would fasten on his shaft. Then she would 
unclasp her lips and let him slide farther down her throat. He loved to 
massage the back of her throat with his cock head. 

"Suck it off," he told her, "suck, baby, suck." 

It didn't require much of this cock sucking. Her father's pecker exploded in 
her mouth. The hot sperm tasted good to her. Happily she swallowed him. 

When she finally eased off him she glanced away. 

"Don't turn away," he said. 

"Why not, daddy?" she asked. "You won't have any respect for me. You know 
I'm having sex with Baron. You look upon him as a dog. Can I help it if I'm 
in love with a dog?" 

"Forget it, baby," he said, "you've got me now." 

"That means I've got to give up him?" she said, pointing to the beautiful 
dog who was sitting alert in the corner, watching. 

"Wouldn't you rather have sex with me than Baron?" her father, questioned 
her. 

She thought about it a long moment. 

"I'm waiting," he said, his ego wavering. 

"Of course, daddy," she said mechanically. 

"I don't know whether I can believe you or not," he informed her. 

"Maybe you can't, daddy," she admitted. 

It was a strange and unique experience for her father competing with a dog. 
Nevertheless, he realized that Betty was devoted to Baron. He didn't want to 
come between them. Getting to his feet he looked at her and told her with a 
tinge of disgust in his tone, "If you dig him so much, you can have him. 
Simple as that." 

"Daddy, you're ridiculous," she said. "There isn't any reason in the world I 
can't have you both. I could take care of you." 

"You're a sex weirdo," her father fumed, "apparently you can't get enough 
sex. Perhaps you're a nympho." 

"I've been thinking the same thing," she smiled proudly, "and maybe when I 
graduate from high school I can go on to one of those houses in Nevada. I 
hear it's legal there." 

"A fine goal," he sid, "I work my tail off so you can go work yours off in a 
Nevada house." 

"I want to make it legal, daddy," she said. 

"I don't care if they say it's all right or not," her father said, "every 
act of sex should involve love. Do you think those girls love the men 
they're screwing?" 

"From what I've read, half the time they love each other," she said. 
"Lesbianism runs rampant with whores." 

"You know an awful lot about sex," he said. "Sometimes I think you should be 
a madame." 

"That would come later, daddy," she said, "when I wear out my pussy I'll 
have to perform in another capacity." 

"I've got to hand it to you," he said, "you sure got guts." 

"So have you, daddy," she said. "You're an adult and I'm a minor. It takes 
guts to fuck your own daughter, doesn't it?" 

"It takes balls," he explained, "big, hairy balls that have to have a lot of 
sex. Your mom hasn't taken care of me so I've had to get it any way I could. 
I'm sorry." 

"Do you think I'm not?" she said. 

"But I'm ashamed of myself," he continued. "What do you want me to do, blow 
my brains out?" 

"Not a bad idea, daddy," she giggled. 

"You'd be in a tough way if your father was gone from this planet," he said. 

"From what I read, nobody ever really leaves," Betty said. "Maybe you could 
come back as a ghost and tell me where some treasure is in the Caribbean or 
something." 

"I hate to say this," he looked at his own daughter, "but I think you were 
wired wrong at the factory." 

"If that's the case," she quipped, "where does that put you?" 

"Behind the eight ball," he admitted. "I guess I made a big mistake having 
kids. I realize there were some things wrong with me, but I wanted kids real 
bad. However, I see what a big mistake it was. I wish your mother had used 
one of those sex devices." 

"Now, daddy," she said, "don't apologize for what you've done. I've tried to 
make up for it by spreading cheer wherever I could." 

"You've probably spread plenty of it around that school," he said wearily. 
"I hope you're not passing something along to me." 

"Just pure pleasure," she said, with an emphasis on pure. 

Her father could see the humor in the situation and laughed. 

"It isn't every day that a father has a daughter like you," he said quietly. 

"No, that's true," she said. 

He left the room and she was alone. She called out to Baron. She wanted him 
to go to bed with her. Throwing back the bed covers she begged the dog to go 
to sleep with her. It didn't take long before Baron jumped over beside her. 
The two of them snuggled tightly together and went to sleep. 

During the night Baron turned and pressed his hard dog cock against her. 

"Baron," she smiled, "I guess you have a morning erection. I must let you 
out of the house." 

She slipped into a filmy pink nightie and tiptoed down the steps to let 
Baron go to the great outdoor bathroom. 

As the dog trotted off she realized that she would have to control herself. 
For she knew that Baron would probably find another dog to have sex with. It 
made her jealous but she tried to control herself. 

She wondered if something was happening to her mind. She wished she could 
get help. She knew that she shouldn't be jealous of her dog having a dog 
lover. Yet she was. 

She tried to think of how she could tell a psychologist about her problem. 
She knew that he would probably think very low of her if she revealed her 
deep and abiding affection for her feline friend. She decided she would mask 
the identity of Baron by telling the school counselor that she had a lover. 
She would refuse to name him. 

However, when she revealed the information to the school counselor, Mr. 
Adams, he was outraged. 

"You mean to tell me that a young girl like you is carrying on sexually?" he 
demanded. 

"I'm not so young," she said, "I'm fifteen going on eighteen." 

"I notice you do have good breast development," Mr. Adams nodded. "However, 
you are not supposed to use those mammaries until you're married." 

"That's impossible," she said, "the boys push into me. They just want to get 
the sensation of what a breast feels like." 

"Stop this," he said, "it can lead to sex. And you know where that leads?" 

"I have a pretty good idea," she said, "overpopulation." 

"Precisely," he said, "and that is why I warn you not to contribute to the 
delinquency of the world." 

"You'll be happy to know I'm giving blow jobs," she said, "and I'm real 
popular with pussy eaters." 

"That is not the way to do it," Mr. Adams insisted. "When I was a young man 
I would never think of asking a girl to go down on me." 

"Now that you're an old man," she smiled knowingly, "you do, don't you?" 

"I have been known to succumb," he admitted. 

"Do you eat pussy, too?" she asked in a serious confidential voice. 

"Only when I feel the need of it," he said. 

She pulled her dress up, revealing her moistened panties. 

"Do I excite you that much?" Mr. Adams demanded. 

"Yes, you do," she said, putting on an act for him. 

"Strangely, you remind me of that movie queen," he said, "you know, that 
platinum blonde." 

"She's my favorite old picture star," Betty smiled. "Maybe that's why I turn 
on men." 

"It's your body," he said, "it's perfectly obvious that's why the boys get 
excited around you." 

"You don't think there's anything wrong with me," she said nervously. 

"Not at all, my dear," he insisted, "you have a well-developed body. Your 
mammaries are exceedingly well developed. As a matter-of-fact, they might be 
too well developed. Would you mind letting me glimpse them so I can tell you 
if that's your problem?" 

"Not at all," she said softly. 

She unfastened her blouse. Her firm ripe bosoms fell to their freedom. Mr. 
Adams dropped his jaw. 

"Never in all of my years of counseling young girls to be good have I ever 
seen tits like those," he smiled. 

"You're slurping," she giggled. 

"You would, too, if you were a man and over here," he said. "My balls are 
itching. You can feel them vibrating." 

"All right," she said, reaching out and gripping his crotch. 

They were vibrating even more when her hand fell to them there. And his 
penis was stiffening. 

"Why, Mr. Adams," she said quietly, "you've got a hard-on. I guess I am 
irresistible." 

"Either that, or I'm a sex maniac," he said. "And I prefer to believe that 
you, young lady, are irresistible. I hope you won't mind if I unzip my fly 
and jack-off." 

"Naturally not," she said. "Under the circumstances it's perfectly normal. 
Let me help you." 

He smiled as he went over to lock his door. She began laughing. Walking to 
his door with his cock sticking out hard from his pants made her laugh. 

"What's so funny?" Mr. Adams asked, wondering if she was making fun of his 
penis. 

"Nothing," she said. "Come over here and pull down your pants. Let it all 
hang out, Mr. Adams." 

The school counselor was worried. He didn't know whether he should do this 
or not. Nevertheless, he finally did go over to her. He unfastened his belt 
and let his pants fall down and next he pulled off his shorts. 

"My, my," she said, "you sure have a big one." 

"I guess you like them big, don't you, baby?" he smiled knowingly. 

She gripped his pulsating penis with one hand and fingered his balls with 
the other. 

"You've got a lot of talent there," he observed. "Who taught you?" 

"You'd never believe it if I told you," she said, thinking of her brother. 

"Try me for size," he smiled. 

Immediately her mouth went over his cock. 

"I didn't mean that literally," he said nervously, "I meant it figuratively. 
Now you're sucking me. Oh, stop." 

She pulled her mouth off his cock. She looked up into his eyes innocently. 

"If you don't want me to blow you, Mr. Adams," she said, "of course I 
won't." 

"Don't stop now," he said anxiously, "I'm all excited. Hurry up. Suck me 
off." 

Her mouth immediately went back to his penis. She slid back and forth on his 
slippery rod, enjoying every inch of it. 

"Beautiful," he complimented her. "Keep it up. That's what I like. Oh, 
sweetheart, suck me. Suck my big juicy dick. I've got a nice surprise in it 
for you. Suck it, sweetheart, suck it." 

She was thoroughly captivated with his penis. She loved playing with his 
balls and now and then she would pull her fingers from his testicles to play 
his behind. 

Enjoying all of the attention, he complimented her. 

"You sure know how to give head, honey," he smiled, "you sure do." 

Reaching down he guided his young charge. 

"That's it, baby," he panted, "suck it good. I shouldn't be doing this, but 
it sure feels good. Oh, sweetheart, I'm cuming." 

The big cock exploded in her mouth. The girl gobbled quickly. 

"Yes, baby," he gasped, "that's what I want you to do. Suck it off." 

She was sucking at a good tempo and he was thrusting with hard, vigorous 
drives. 

"Eat it," he commanded, "eat it. That's it. Eat my juicy prick. Suck. Suck, 
baby, suck." 

Finally the juice spurted. The young girl milked his cock. 

"Just like a professional," he commented, "keep sucking. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, 
yes. Suck all the cream. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck 
it out." 

She was proud of herself. Her talent was in her tongue. When she slid off, 
Mr. Adams understood her problem. 

"A girl who is pretty like you," he said, "and knows how to give a man 
satisfaction, has a problem. She has too much to offer. The male cannot 
resist such charm. Your body will pull him like a magnet." 

"How nice of you to say that, Mr. Adams," she said, "but my problem still 
isn't solved. You see, I worry about all of the sex in my life. I'm 
frustrated." 

 CHAPTER 7 

It was quite a shock for Betty to discover that the school counselor would 
involve himself with her sexually. She felt triumph, yet was disgusted. She 
thought he should have been more professional. What right did he have to 
request sex? 

She came home to Baron and was angry at him, too. Everyone was gone in the 
house and Baron was sniffing around her pussy like he wanted to lick it. 

"Oh, Baron," she exclaimed, "won't you leave me alone?" 

However, when Betty looked into the beautiful creature's eyes, her heart 
melted. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a T-bone steak. 

"You're going to have something different, Baron," she smiled, "T-bone and 
pussy." 

The dog followed the whiff of the steak. Going up to Betty's bedroom he 
watched her strip. But all the time he kept sniffing at the steak. When 
Betty was completely nude she hopped on the bed and tossed the steak over 
her pussy. 

"Come here, Baron," she said, "that's a boy. Right up here." 

Baron wasted no time. Wagging his tail he jumped on the bed. He bent over 
and started licking at his mistress's pussy. 

"Keep your mind on the steak, big boy," she said. 

Baron did just that. He pulled the steak off her pussy and finished it. Then 
he returned to her. 

"Why don't you lick this pink meat, baby?" she said, pulling her pussy 
apart. 

As if the dog understood what she was saying, he let his tongue slip between 
her pussy crack. Flipping his tongue this way and that, he stimulated her. 

"Oh, Baron," Betty exclaimed, "I love it when you do me like that. Keep it 
up. Ohhh, ohhhh, yes, yes, baby. That's what I want you to do." 

The dog wasted no time in expressing affection for her. He was a pussy 
eater, that was sure. He was feeling delighted having finished a big T-bone 
steak. His cock was hard. 

"Baron," she said, "now that you've let your tongue slip in there, why don't 
you give me your dick?" 

Because the dog couldn't understand a word she was saying, she had to reach 
out for his cock. That was what was disappointing about Baron not being 
human. She guided him into herself. As the dog's cock slipped into her 
vagina, she squeezed. She thought she detected a smile of appreciation on 
the big animal's face. 

"You liked that, didn't you, Baron?" she asked him. 

The dog didn't answer with words. But the way he nodded seemed to say he 
certainly did. He pushed his cock with piston precision. 

"You're a real fucker," she said, "better than any man I ever gave it to, 
Baron. Oh, Baron, I love this. Fuck me, boy, fuck me." 

Baron was giving her just what she needed. His balls bounced against her 
pussy as he fucked hard. 

"Oh, that's the way I like it," she exclaimed, "yes, yes, give it to me, 
Baron." She was arching forward now. "Ohhh," she gasped, "yes, yes, Baron. 
Fuck me. I've got to have it. Every fucking inch of it. Give it to me!" 

When the dog had reached climax, she had, too. They came on target. 

"I'm cuming, Baron," she exclaimed, "ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. We made it 
together." 

She knew there was something special about the feeling they had for each 
other. For they could make it together with ease. When she slid her pussy 
off his penis, she patted him appreciatively. 

"Thanks, big boy," she said, "it sure felt good to get your fuck, I'll tell 
you that." 

Baron wagged his tail. And Betty went on stroking him. 

She hears someone coming in downstairs and she wondered who it could be. 
Then she heard her brother's footsteps. He rapped on the door. "Come in," 
she told Robert. Robert came in and sat down beside her. "I've got a 
wonderful plan for us for next Saturday night," he said. 

"What, Robert?" she asked him. 

"Would you like to make some extra money?" he said anxiously. 

"Of course," she said, "there're so many things I need and mom won't raise 
my allowance. How can I make it?" 

"It's you and Baron," he said, "I want to put you on exhibition at a stag 
party." 

Betty drew the sheets back over her body. 

"Why, Robert," she exclaimed, "I could never do such a thing." 

"For a hundred bucks an hour?" he grinned. 

"I'll have to think about it," she corrected herself. 

"How many hours would Baron and I be performing?" 

"Just an hour with Baron," he told her, "but before the stag party begins 
the boss suggested that we have a three-way fuck." 

"I don't know what you mean," she said innocently. 

"You know, I feed it in your pussy and he puts it in your ass-hole. How 
about that?" 

"How much is that an hour?" she asked. 

"Just fifty bucks for that," he said. 

"A hundred and fifty dollars for one night," she said, "and if I worked 
every night I could become a millionaire." 

"You're thinking right now," Robert nodded. "Of course, I get a percentage. 
I acted as your agent." 

"I don't think that's fair," she said, "you ought to have to fuck with Baron 
to get part of the money." 

"I don't know as Baron-likes boys," he chuckled. 

"Robert, you're a Scrouge," she said. "Give me all the money or I won't go 
through with it. You're having the pleasure of fucking me. That is enough." 

"All right," he agreed reluctantly. 

She was happy that she had struck a good deal. Then her brother suggested 
something that really shocked her. 

"How would you like it if I slipped it up your ass-hole and your pussy at 
the same time?" 

"Look, you're really getting the big head," she said. "You don't have two 
cocks. I never met a man who did." 

"Wait a minute and I'll introduce you to one," he laughed. 

Going to his room Robert slipped off all of his clothes. When he was 
completely naked he strapped on a dildo. He knew that his sister would 
really get a charge out of his. He took a jar of Vaseline so he could apply 
some to the plastic penis. When she got a load of him with his own cock 
standing up and the dildo, she burst out laughing. 

"Robert," she exclaimed, "you do have two cocks. Fuck me, brother, fuck my 
ass. Fuck my pussy." 

She got on the bed and arranged herself so he could drive his plastic dildo 
cock up her ass while he rode his penis up her pussy. 

She required a couple of pillows placed beneath her to be in the perfect 
position. When she was ready she told him, "Fire away, brother. I want to 
feel those peckers sliding into me. Both of them!" 

He eased the slippery plastic cock up her behind. At the same time his penis 
was stabbing her mound. 

"Fuck it," he commanded, "fuck, baby, fuck." 

As he rode in she pushed back. "Oh, baby," he gasped, "that's what I like. 
Fuck!" 

He reached out to fondle her bosoms while he fucked her ass and fucked her 
pussy. 

"Come on, tiger," she urged him on. "Oh, yes, I feel it. Harder, baby, don't 
be afraid. Ram it in there. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me." 

Robert was certain that his sister was a nymphomaniac. Therefore, he felt he 
was doing no wrong. If she wasn't having sex with him he was confident she 
would be having it with someone else. At least he figured he wasn't going to 
hurt her. 

"Oh, I love it when you screw me like that," she sighed happily. "Keep 
fucking me, baby. That's it. Oh, yes, fuck me." 

There was only one thing that bothered Robert. He hated to think of his cock 
cuming. The pleasure of fucking his sister was so enormous that he hated to 
think of it ever coming to an end. 

"Twist your ass," he said, as he let the dildo slip farther up her ass-hole. 

She ground her hips around. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "just watching your ass twist with that big old 
dildo in there, excites me." 

His balls bounced against her fur-trimmed triangle as he shoved his 
rock-hard cock in as far as it would go. She pulled her pussy muscles back 
and forth across it and he juiced. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed ecstatically, "oh, baby, I made it. Grab it. 
Squeeze it out." 

Her pussy muscles pulled on his cock. She squeezed hard. At this point 
Robert was really roaring with delight. For his sister had given him what he 
wanted to try out. The double fuck. 

Pulling the dildo as well as his penis out of her, he rolled over and 
laughed loud and long. 

"What are you laughing at?" she asked curiously. 

"At us," he said, "at you, that fucking dog and me. Betty, Bob and Baron. Do 
you get it?" 

"Yes," she said, "I do. The three B's." 

"That's right," he said. "It tickles my funny bone." 

She looked down between his legs. 

"That plastic penis is a funny-looking banana," she commented crisply. 

Just then Robert heard his parents coming home. 

"I've got to split this scene," he said quickly. 

Betty was grateful that her father mercifully left her alone that night. 
She'd had enough sex. 

When she went to school the next day, Mr. Adams called her aside a moment. 

"Could I see you?" he asked. 

"Not interested," Betty replied. 

"Whisper that, baby," he told her, "do you want everyone around here to know 
I'm a molester?" 

I'll 

"It wouldn't be any skin off my ass," she laughed. 

Mr. Adams pulled her into his office. 

"Fine little bitch you are," he snapped indignantly. "I give you a good time 
and then you pull my leg with your twisted humor." 

"I'm busy," she said, "can't you see. Go home and get whatever you want from 
your wife. Don't bug me. I'm a young girl and I shouldn't be troubled with 
an old man like you." 

She was telling him in no uncertain terms. As she listened to him talking 
she was getting burned up. 

"If you don't quit annoying me," she informed him flatly, "I might tell all 
about our little relationship. And that wouldn't be nice, would it?" 

She had made her point. He figured that he had better leave her alone. He 
did. 

Everything went well the rest of the week. And when Robert told her that he 
wanted to get together for Saturday night she was most agreeable. 

"I've already spent the money," she told him. "I know just what I'm going to 
buy. I have seen a purple plush pant suit outfit that would really go good 
on me." 

"Well that's great," he told her, "but you've got to perform with Baron. Now 
how are we going to get that dog out of here without dad and mom getting 
suspicious?" 

"I've got an idea," she said. "I could tell mom and dad we're entering Baron 
in a dog show." 

"That's a great idea," Robert agreed. 

When Saturday night came, the two of them left the house after telling their 
parents that Baron was being entered into a dog show. Her mother 
congratulated her. 

"It's so nice of you, dear, to think of Baron. He is a marvelous-looking 
creature. I'm sure that you will come home with a prize." 

When Betty, her brother and the dog came to the motel where the stag party 
was being held, Robert told her, "I'm beginning to get cold feet. Maybe we 
shouldn't do it." 

"What do you mean?" she remonstrated him. "You're the one who wanted to go 
so bad. Maybe you've got cold feet but I've got a hot pussy and I want to 
perform." 

"All right," he agreed. 

Once they arrived at the appointed room, Robert introduced her. "Mike, I 
want you to meet my sister, Betty," he said. 

"I'm pleased to meet you, Betty," he told her. 

Mike was standing in his shorts and he suggested that they undress. 

"You kids are a little late," he explained, "so we'd better get our fuck 
over with. Because the men are dying to see you and that dog. That's Baron 
that I've been hearing so much about, eh?" 

 CHAPTER 8 

While Mike was glad to meet Baron, he was far more eager to have sex with 
his new-found lover. 

"Hurry up," he told Robert, "get your clothes off. Which side do you want?" 

"I always like to fuck her ass," Robert said. 

"All right, that leaves me with her pussy," he said, "and let's hope we can 
get a nice even rhythm. You just lie on your side, baby, and we'll begin." 

Conveniently Robert had brought along a jar of Vaseline. He massaged it into 
his penis as he lay beside his sister. 

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we'd all go off together?" Betty asked, a 
tremor of delight in her voice. 

"It certainly would," he agreed. 

"Get on the bed, Mike," she said eagerly, "I can hardly wait to feel those 
two cocks sliding in me. This will be my first orgy." 

"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "and I hope you enjoy it." 

"I've got a great idea, Mike," she said. "I could suck off your cock if you 
would eat my pussy. That way we would be utilizing our bodies the most." 

"Generally speaking, I'm not a pussy eater," he said nervously. 

"Don't be ridiculous, Mike," she said. "My pussy is not the usual pussy. 
Look at it." 

Mike looked at her pussy closely. When he did he felt his balls tightening. 

"That's the truth," he said under his breath. "I haven't seen such an 
appealing snatch in ages." 

He got on the bed just as she asked him to. His crotch was even with her 
face. And his face was between her legs. 

She used her hand to play with his penis. She was surprised that he was not 
immediately hard. 

"Just keep working it, honey," Mike told her, "and it will come up. It needs 
a little work some time. But it'll get there." 

She hoped that it would. It would be horrible to have a disappointment. 

He was giving her a good fuck. This was exactly what she wanted. And Mike 
was only too eager to accommodate her. 

As she continued tugging on his cock she figured she would excite him if she 
let her tongue lightly lick around his ass-hole. 

It was working. For Mike enjoyed the smooth feeling of her tongue as it 
licked quickly. 

"Wow, that feels good," he told her. "Real good." 

He was getting turned on now. Her tongue stiffened and she stabbed it up his 
ass-hole. He loved the sensation of it slipping up there. 

"Beautiful, baby," Mike told her. "Suck ass. Wow! I didn't know I was going 
to get an ass suck tossed in." 

It made her feel so good to give Mike something in the way of a bonus. After 
all, he had arranged the exhibition for her and Baron. She figured she owed 
it to him to give him a little ass suck. 

While she was sucking on Mike's ass-hole, her brother was stabbing his cock 
up her behind. He was thrusting vigorously and she enjoyed it. However, it 
was posing a problem for Mike. He was pushing at her ass so hard that Mike 
felt her muff shoving against his chin. 

"Don't fuck her ass so hard," Mike complained. "Easy does it. I'm trying to 
slide my tongue up her pussy and you are savagely stabbing her ass-hole." 

"Sorry, buddy," Robert told him, "I guess I got carried away. I really dig 
ass fucking." 

"I can tell that," Mike chuckled as he went on licking away at his sister's 
vagina. 

It was pleasing to Betty to be loved by two men. And they were happy to give 
her what she wanted. They were going to town now with hard, driving cock 
thrusts. 

"Oh, beautiful," Mike groaned in delight as he finally felt her lips slip 
around his cock head. 

He shoved in even regular strokes. 

"Suck it, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Come on, 
sweetheart, suck it." 

He was getting a cock suck like he'd never had before. He was delighted that 
she enjoyed him so much. 

"Suck it off," he gasped, "suck it, sweetheart, suck my big dick." 

His penis plunged down her throat. He massaged the head of it against her 
velvety throat. 

"Give it to me," he panted as he pumped. 

Then he realized he had to do his part, too. His tongue slid back and forth 
inside her. He flipped against her clit and then nibbled at it. 

They all were enjoying themselves. Robert was very happy that his sister had 
taken to Mike. He thought it would not only prove a good time for her, but 
an excellent business relationship. He resented the fact that she didn't 
want him to get an agent's fee. For he credited himself as being the one who 
had staged this erotic get-together. Baron was left out and bitter. Baron 
turned away from the sight. It was too much for him to watch his mistress 
carrying on like this. 

"Fuck it," Robert told his sister, "twist your ass. Grind it, honey. That's 
it, twist your hips. Oh, baby, fuck, fuck it." 

Robert's well-lubricated cock was slipping rhythmically in and out of his 
sister's twisting ass-hole. At the same time he was watching carefully what 
was happening. He was really enjoying it now. 

"Fuck it," he gasped, "fuck. Come on, baby, fuck. Fuck it." 

Finally as his balls bounced against her ass cheeks, his cock exploded high 
up her rectum. She squeezed his cock, twisting around. Once more it was 
difficult for Mike to keep his tongue in her vagina. Nevertheless, he 
managed. At the same time he was ramming his cock savagely down her throat. 
She thought she would choke on cock. What a way to go! 

"Suck that big prick off," her brother gasped. 

It was a momentous moment for them all. For they had discovered a new way to 
enjoy their bodies. 

When Betty had finished sucking Mike's cock and he had pulled his tongue 
from her vagina, they both looked at each other and laughed. 

"That's a pretty good time we had, wasn't it?" Robert smiled happily. 

"You bet," Mike said, going over to his wallet. 

As he stood there naked Betty couldn't help admire his strong body. The 
broad shoulders, the trim waist and the firm round behind. Turning around, 
she admired him even more. For he brought fifty dollars to her. 

"Thank you, Mike," she said. 

After Mike had slipped into his shorts and walked into the next room in the 
suite of motel rooms, Betty asked her brother, "Do you think I can go 
through with it?" 

"Of course you can," he assured her. 

She needed some encouragement. She patted the big dog's head. 

"Baron," she said, "I hope you don't think I'm being ungrateful for your 
love. But your mistress must earn a little money." 

A moment or two later Mike returned with a rhinestone leash for her to place 
on Baron. 

"Put this on your dog," he suggested, "and here are some pasties for your 
bosoms. It looks more modest. Also, here's a rhinestone G-string for your 
pussy." 

"Oh, how exciting," Betty bubbled. 

It didn't take her long to get ready. She glanced in the mirror. Throwing 
one arm up, she nodded. A smile formed on her lips as she sighed, "We look 
almost glamorous." 

"Quit worrying about the glamor," Mike said, "the men in there want to see a 
fuck. You'll go to the bed in the middle of the room. We've got it fixed so 
a blue light will shine on the bed. Then you'll hear some nice rock music 
and you can fuck in tempo to the music." 

"How exciting," she sighed, "colored lights and music and everything. Oh, 
Baron, you've really got to sock it to me tonight." 

She reached down and stroked his cock. The dog understood. 

"If you want to give him a cock suck, too," Mike chuckled, "the men would 
consider that a real bonus treat." 

"That's so intimate," Betty explained, "that I don't think it should be done 
for everyone." 

"You mean you already sucked the dog's dick?" 

"So what's wrong with sucking off his cock?" she said. "I sucked yours." 

"There's a difference," Mike said nervously. 

Mike was thinking about the fact her mouth had been over the dog's penis. He 
wondered how clean it was to be sucking on his cock. 

"He's clean," Betty said, "if that's what you mean. I think you are speaking 
in an obscene manner." 

Mike turned around and went into the next room to announce she would be 
there shortly. 

When Betty heard the music, she strode in proudly. The men's eyes focused on 
her pussy and bosoms as she entered. They were licking their lips in 
anticipation of watching her performance with the dog. 

"Presenting Baron and Betty," Mike said, "the lovers of all time." 

She didn't appreciate Mike making fun of the sincere affection she felt for 
the beautiful animal. Nevertheless, she couldn't complain. She wanted her 
hundred dollars for the stint. 

She pulled off her G-string and left the pasties on her bosoms. She thought 
it would be more modest. Getting in the middle of the bed, she called to 
Baron. 

"Oh, Baron," she said, "do you eat pussy?" 

The dog replied when he nuzzled his nose over her vagina. Parting her pussy 
lips so the pink quivering flesh could show to entice him further, the men 
applauded. Baron's tongue was stabbing into her. 

"Eat it," one man called out, "eat that pretty pink pussy. That's it, boy, 
go after it." 

The men were drinking and smoking and laughing. 

"Look at that dog go," one man said, "and see the size of the cock on him!" 

"Did you ever ball Baron's prick?" one drunk slurred. 

"Sure," she said, "Baron has a wonderful cock." 

"Go, girl, go," one man cheered, "that's it, suck the dog's dick." 

It was an exciting moment for her. It wasn't going to be much longer now. 
She figured that after she had sucked on Baron's cock a moment or two she 
would pull off. She didn't want Baron to cream in her mouth. She was afraid 
that he might not be able to get an erection quickly enough to thrust his 
dog cock into her pussy. 

Pulling off, the men were disappointed. 

"I thought she was gonna suck off Baron's cock," one man complained. 

Betty paid no attention to the protest. She knew what she had to do. Parting 
her legs she pulled the dog's huge cock into herself. Baron jabbed away. 

"Fuck it," one man said under his breath, "fuck her pussy. Give her a good 
screwing." 

Suddenly the dog growled. 

"He doesn't like you," one man laughed. 

Betty paid no attention. She and Baron were lost in their own lust. The dog 
was stabbing away now in good rhythmic cock stabs. They were both enjoying 
themselves. 

"Fuck it," a man told her, "fuck. Come on, Baron, fuck it." 

It was a sensational achievement. Her pelvis pushed forward as the dog's 
cock slid in. Harder and harder he was ramming away now. 

"Fuck me, Baron," she begged, "fuck me. That's it, boy. Oh, I want it. Oh, 
Baron, fuck." 

The dog's continued thrusting in regular movements. She was pushing his paws 
off her chest as he was pressing too hard. Then Baron placed one paw on her 
breast. It hurt like the devil. 

"Ouch!" Betty complained. 

The men had to laugh. For the dog didn't know that it wasn't appropriate to 
press that hard on a woman's soft bosom. But there was one thing the big dog 
did know. He knew how to ram his cock into her. And ram it he did. With 
rapid fire thrusts he continued stabbing hard. 

"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me, Baron. That's it, boy. Oh, yes. I want it, 
Baron. Fuck me." 

In and out the hard cock rode. She was becoming more stimulated every 
moment. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "yes, yes. Give it to me. Fuck me. Now 
you're doing it. That's the way I want it, tiger!" 

This was sex like she had dreamed about. The dog's thick, pulsating penis 
plunged forward. She squeezed his sliding cock with her pussy muscles. 
Suddenly, he exploded within her. She let out a passionate sound of sexual 
ecstasy. 

"Ohhh, ahhh," she groaned in delight, "Baron, you're cuming!" 

The men all applauded. Betty was really proud of herself. She knew that she 
had conquered her fears. She had performed with her dog in front of 
everyone. There was nothing to fear. There was nothing to hide. She was 
proud of herself. At a hundred dollars an hour she calculated she had every 
right to be. 

After Baron had gotten his rocks off, he pulled out his penis. Then she 
looked at him with a big smile forming on her face. 

"I gave that dog a really good time," she exclaimed. 

Her lover had to agree. For she had indeed given Baron sexual stimulation 
and thrills such as he had never known. 

She got off the bed and hurried out to the room where her brother Robert was 
waiting. Mike joined them a moment later. 

"I'm gonna tip you ten," Mike said, "you really gave a beautiful 
performance. The men enjoyed that a lot." 

"Oh, I'm so happy," she said, "can I consider myself a star?" 

"I don't know," Mike said, "but maybe." 

He bent over. 

"What's that for?" she asked him. "Kiss my ass and you'll be a star," he 
chuckled, "that's the way it's done in good old 

Hollywood." 

Betty laughingly bent over herself and kissed Mike's behind. Then he told 
her, "You have become a star." 

"I've gone very far," she said, "from giving a dog his kicks to licking your 
ass. I've made it. I'm on top." 

Hastily Robert and Betty got dressed. Then together with Baron they left the 
motel. When they were on the way home she suddenly realized that perhaps 
they should have a trophy of some sort for Baron. It bothered her. Where 
could they find a trophy at this hour? 

"We'll just have to say he didn't win," Robert said reluctantly. 

"I've got a better idea," she said, "we can say they're going to mail 
something to us. A special citation." 

"What for?" Robert asked, "for fucking?" 

"What a dirty mind you've got, brother," she said, going puritanical for a 
moment. 

When they arrived home, Robert's mother was suspicious that something wasn't 
as it should be. 

"Son, where have you been?" she asked. "Well, we were at this dog meet," he 
said, "and Baron got a citation." 

"Do you mind if I don't believe you?" she said, raising an eyebrow. 

Just then Betty bounded in with Baron. 

"Hi, mom," she exclaimed, "guess what?" 

"Your brother just told me," she said, still wondering if it was true. 
"Baron got a citation. May I see it?" 

"They're gonna mail it," Robert assured her quickly. 

"I do hope so," she said. "That dog has papers. And if he was entered into 
any contest at all, he should win something." 

As Betty and Robert went upstairs to bed that night they figured it was 
better they didn't talk any more. For something might leak out. That they 
couldn't have. 

The following day, Betty got a big surprise. Her mother and her brother 
Robert had gone off to breakfast. Her father stepped into her bedroom in his 
tennis trunks. 

"Would you like to have a game of tennis with me?" he smiled at her. 

"Certainly, daddy," she said, "but I would enjoy having sex with you a lot 
more." 

"That's a game I can't play with you anymore, baby," he apologized. "Forget 
that ever happened." 

Betty couldn't restrain herself. Her hand sild over to his cock beneath his 
tennis trunks. 

She was massaging it to life. 

"Baby, I told you I can't do it with you," he exclaimed. 

"I'll tell mom what you did to me," she said. "I'll tell her it was rape." 

"Stop that nonsense," he told her, "you wouldn't do that to me." 

"Not if you let me suck it off," Betty said. 

"This isn't right," he said sadly. 

Betty was not to be held back. When his quivering cock was flipping in front 
of her face, she bent over. Her pink tongue tip lashed the head of it. 

"Oh, that feels so good," her father said as he reached down and guided her 
over himself. 

He couldn't resist her any longer. He shoved forward. Easing himself out of 
his shorts, he lay back. She pulled his shorts off completely. 

"Now, daddy," she said, "Let me lick your balls and suck your ass." 

"Baby," he said, "you shouldn't do things like that." 

"You shouldn't be so good looking, daddy," she said. "You are irresistible. 
When I see you naked like this I know I've got to make love to you." 

Her father parted his legs conveniently. Her tongue slid down his ass crack. 
Then before he knew what was happening she not only was licking at his ass 
but she was sucking it. She was nibbling and biting his ass cheeks. Then she 
let her tongue ride into his ass-hole. He loved the plunging tongue flipping 
up his ass-hole while her hand gripped his penis and pumped rhythmically. 

"Oh, rim it," he exclaimed, "baby, rim my ass-hole." 

He was delighted with the way she energetically let her tongue slip in and 
out of his behind. He was determined to give her a good time. She was 
equally anxious to please her father. 

"Suck my ass," he panted, "suck it, sweetheart. Suck my ass-hole. Yes, keep 
sucking. That's what I want you to do, baby, suck it." 

In and out the hot tongue slid. Next he felt her hand pumping hard. He was 
getting so hard now he knew his balls would burst. He didn't want to explode 
and let his cream spill into her hand. So he gave her an invitation to suck 
him off. 

"Baby, if you want to eat it," he warned her, "you'd better fasten your 
mouth on it real quick." 

She let her tongue slip out of his ass-hole and quickly lashed away at his 
balls. Opening her mouth she sucked on them. He enjoyed having the warmth of 
her mouth accommodating his testicles. Next she went to work on his cock. 
She did not immediately slip her mouth over the head of it. Instead, she 
worked her tongue back and forth across the glans portion of his penis. He 
was getting so hot now he could hardly stand it. Suddenly she slid her mouth 
over it. Yet she teased him. She let her lower lip drag over the head of his 
shaft. He loved it. 

"Suck it off," he gasped, "suck, baby, suck. That's what I want you to do. 
Suck it. Oh, now you're doing it. Yes, baby, come on. Oh, suck me. Suck my 
dick. Come on, sweetheart, suck me." 

The hard cock pleased her. She enjoyed her father slipping it down her 
throat. She enjoyed fighting for air as the huge cock momentarily cut off 
some air. 

"Oh, baby, I like my balls bouncing on your face," he told her, "keep that 
up. That's the way, honey." 

He continued jabbing his penis down his daughter's throat. Suddenly the 
plunging penis exploded. His hands remained on her head. 

"Oh, baby," he exclaimed, "I'm cuming, I'm cuming." 

The total sexual expression pleased them both. Their enjoyment encompassed 
the ultimate in sexual pleasure. 

 CHAPTER 9 

Betty was proud of having earned the money for her performance with Baron. 
However, she had to admit one thing. She had sacrificed about every 
principle of moral conduct that she had ever known. It got to her only 
momentarily, however, as she was contemplating on how to spend her earnings. 

"What're you gonna do with all that money?" her brother Robert teased. 

"I'm gonna invest it," she said flatly. 

"In what?" he questioned her further. 

"In a string bikini," she informed him quickly, "I should be able to make 
plenty of money wearing that around the beach this summer." 

"I would never be caught dead in a string swim suit," he said, "I don't want 
people looking at my ass." 

"I want them to watch mine wiggle," she said, "because it might bring me 
more money." 

"You sound like a hooker," Robert told her. 

"I am," she said. "From now on if you want to fuck me, it'll cost you." 

"Does Baron have to pay, too?" he demanded. 

"No," she said, "that's different. Baron has no way of earning money." 

"If we put Baron out to fuck women he could earn plenty," Robert smiled. 

"That's an idea," Betty agreed. "Why couldn't we start a dog stud service. 
You could get a dog, too. And we could operate these two dogs on women who 
need sex." 

"You've sure got an idea for making money," her brother congratulated her. 
"I'm going to get that dog if it's the last thing I do." 

"Where are you going to get the money, Robert?" she teased. 

Robert couldn't think very far about that. 

"Perhaps that widow that you mow lawns for," she suggested, "would give you 
a little on the side." 

"That old bat," Robert exclaimed, "I wouldn't fuck her if she was the last 
woman on earth." 

"Don't be absurd," Betty said, "do you think I enjoyed having sex with Mike. 
Naturally not. You don't have to enjoy balling what's-her-name." 

"Her name is Jennie Kinney," he said, "and I'm not gonna stick my dick in 
Miss Kinney's pussy." 

"Maybe you won't have to," she said, "maybe she will give you a blow job." 
Wheels were set in motion in Robert's mind. He did want to make money. He 
recognized the fact that the dog service was a real brainstorm. 

When he was mowing Jennie Kinney's lawn the next week he did everything he 
could to entice her. It was a beastly hot spring afternoon and he removed 
his shirt. Beads of perspiration formed on his muscular chest as he mowed 
the lawn. Jennie Kinney happened to be a sex-starved widow. She hadn't been 
fucked in years. She needed a good balling to relieve the tension that had 
been built up. 

When he finished he mopped his brow with his hand and Jennie commented, "You 
ought to take a shower, Robert." 

"Yeah, I will as soon as I get home," Robert said, looking evasively the 
other way. 

"If you want to you could use the spare bedroom," Jennie suggested. "There's 
a bathroom and shower in there." 

"Oh, I couldn't do that," he said, "you'd have to clean it all up after me." 

"It would be a pleasure," she said. "It's good to have a man around the 
house again." 

Robert was delighted. He went into the bathroom and hastily removed all of 
his clothes. When he was stark naked Jennie Kinney walked in carrying a 
towel. 

"Oh, I thought you were in the shower already," she said, "forgive me for 
barging in like this." 

"That's all right," he smiled, "pity you can't get in the shower with me and 
wash me off." 

"That's no way to talk to an older woman," Jennie Kinney reminded him. 

She turned around and was about to go when she glanced back. His hand was on 
his cock. 

"Take your hand off your penis," she said, "it is wrong and evil to 
masturbate." 

"But what am I supposed to do?" he mumbled. "Portnoy pulled it." 

"That was a foul book," she exclaimed, "all about that little boy who had 
constipation problems and was forever masturbating. It's a wonder that they 
would make such a disgusting story into a film. Of course, I suppose that's 
all that goes over in Hollywood these days. Sex and violence, that's all." 

"How about pulling it for me, Miss Kinney?" he smiled shyly. 

"I suppose that would be better than letting you do it yourself," she said. 
"Doesn't the good book say it is better to cast thy seed into a belly of a 
whore than on the floor?" 

"Right on," he said, "take off your clothes, Jennie." 

Jennie was stunned into silence. 

"Young man," she quipped, "you have just made an indecent proposal." 

"Yes," he smiled proudly, "and I'm waiting for your reply. How about it, 
Miss Kinney?" 

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but I could never take you up on such an 
offer." 

However, he wasn't so sure. He stroked himself and he noticed her eyes were 
fastened on his huge cock. 

"Maybe I could service you," she said, "but it would be all in the line of 
duty." 

"It'll cost you," he quipped. 

"How much?" she asked. "You're like all the others around here. Every time I 
think I'm gonna get some pecker meat in me they want a price." 

"How about twenty-five bucks?" he said. 

"What does that include?" Miss Kinney said, totally undisturbed. "Can I blow 
it for that?" 

"You not only can blow my cock," he smiled, "but you can lick my ass as a 
bonus." 

"How thoughtful," she said, "I think you'd better take your shower first." 

"Why don't you take off your clothes, Miss Kinney?" he insisted. 

Miss Kinney felt the urge to have sex with the young boy so badly that she 
did begin stripping. 

As he saw her bosoms flash into view, he knew that she wouldn't be a bad 
screw. She had a well-shaped body and it didn't sag too much. 

"My, don't you look appetizing," he said. 

"I'll toss in twenty-five more if you'll eat my pussy," she said in a 
business-like manner. 

"All right," he told her, "that sounds like a deal. Fifty bucks for a 
package deal. You suck my cock off and eat my ass. And I'll lick your pussy 
clean." 

"Let's shower together," she said, putting on a nice syrupy tone. 

"After you give me the money," the young boy insisted. "I never believe in 
having a deal like this go through without an advance." 

"Twenty-five bucks before and twenty-five after." 

She went to her room and returned with a twenty-dollar bill and a 
five-dollar bill. 

"There," she said, "and I hope you're happy. Now don't talk any more about 
money. Let's shower." 

Miss Kinney and her young mowing boy got in the shower. He enjoyed playing 
with her breasts with the bar of soap. She reached down and fondled his cock 
and balls. 

"You're well hung," she said. "I've got to admit that." 

He was all excited now and so was she. 

"We're gonna have a good time," he told her, "real good." 

As they stood there together enjoying the shower water pelting their bodies, 
he wrapped his arm around her and pressed his chest against her bosoms. 

"Oh, Robert," she sighed heavily, "you are such a tiger. Are you great in 
bed?" 

"You know it," he assured her, "you're really going to enjoy licking my 
dick." 

"I do hope so, darling," she said. "It's been such a long time since I've 
had a good cock to play with." 

After they had dried off they went into the bedroom. Together they got on 
the bed. Then Robert lay back and rested. However, Miss Kinney pulled a 
pillow down to place under his behind. She told him to spread his legs wide 
so she could play with him. She pulled on his penis as she let her tongue 
lick around his balls and then around his ass crack. He enjoyed it. 

"Now suck my ass," he insisted, "go ahead and suck my ass-hole." 

The tongue jabbed up his behind. She was doing it expertly now. 

"Oh, keep doing it," he begged her, "I like that. Just like that. Suck my 
ass. Suck it out. Keep that going." 

In and out the tongue pumped. He was getting more excited every moment. 

"Eat my ass-hole," he said in a demeaning tone. "Eat it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, 
yes, pull on my peter. That's it. Get that hand rhythm going." 

Miss Kinney was developing skill at pulling on the young boy's hard prick. 
She had a rhythm in her hand action that really got him excited. 

"That's the way I like it," he told her, "keep going. Oh, baby, now you're 
doing it. Hang in there." 

The fantastic pleasure that she was deriving now had her going. She could 
hardly stand it. 

"Eat my ass-hole," Robert told her, "eat it, baby. Keep that tongue slipping 
in there. Now I love that. Yes, yes!" 

She became so eager to feel his penis in her mouth that she pulled her 
tongue out of his ass quickly. Licking up to the head of his cock she 
slipped her mouth over it. Then her head bobbed up and down on his penis. 
Moving from the top of his cock to the base of it she sent thrills of sexual 
electricity through his body. 

"Keep that up," she begged, "oh, yes, I can't stand it. That's what I want 
you to do. Oh, love me. Love me." 

He was giving her a loving such as she never knew could happen. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's how it's done. Oh, yes. Keep it 
going." 

He knew that much more of this good cock-sucking action would bring him 
around. He didn't want it to end. He wanted to enjoy every fantastic moment 
of it. 

"Suck it off," he panted, "suck, suck that dick, baby." 

Robert threw his legs over her shoulders. And he pushed hard. 

"Get it, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. Come on, baby, do it." 

He rammed it down her throat. He enjoyed massaging the head of his shaft 
against the back of her throat. 

"That's the way to do it, baby," he told her, "deep throat fuck. Just like 
in the flicks." 

She wondered if she could breathe for a moment. He was doing it so hard. 

"Oh, suck it off," he commanded, "suck that juicy dick. Suck it. Oh, baby, 
I'm cuming." 

His big cock exploded. She pulled off so she could savor the delicious taste 
of his creamy cum in her mouth. 

"Eat it," he begged her, "eat my juice. Let me watch you swallow me." 

When she had finished eating him, she pulled off. 

"You're damned good at this," he told her, "I should have come over here to 
get blow jobs instead of mowing your lawn." 

At this point she was straddling him. She was saying nothing but pressing 
her muff in his face. 

"Eat it yourself," she said, "Let's see what a tongue man you are. Jab it in 
there. Eat my pussy." 

His tongue flipped inside of her. He was nibbling at her clit now. 

"Eat my pussy," she panted, "eat me, baby. Oh, I want you to eat me. Play 
with my tits while you're eating my snatch." 

It was amazing how reserved Miss Kinney could talk dirty when she was 
getting her sexual satisfaction. 

"That's the way," she said, "oh, baby, you would win top honors in a 
pussy-eating contest. What a tongue man. Shove it in there. Yes. Flip it 
around like a dick. Come on, baby, eat me." 

He was gaining momentum now. Building to a quick tempo her pleasure 
increased accordingly. Reaching up he continued massaging her bosoms. 

"Oh, Robert," she panted, "you sure know how to excite a woman. Oh, baby, 
doesn't it taste good? Just sniff it. Oh, honey. Eat my snatch." 

Robert continued sucking at her pussy. He was delighted that he could please 
her. But more than that he was happy he could earn some money. 

When he had finished eating her she told him she had cum in multiple 
climaxes. 

"You don't know what you did for me," she exclaimed. "I haven't had sex like 
that since my dear husband used to take care of me." 

"Was your husband a pussy eater, too?" Robert asked curiously. 

"Oh, yes," she said, "Clark was marvelous. I'll never forget our first date. 
He suggested we sixty-nine." 

"Were they sixty-nining way back then?" Robert asked. 

"How old do you think I am?" she asked. 

"Real old, like thirty-five," he said. 

"I'm a trifle older, dear," she said, "but there's a lot of life in the old 
gal yet. And don't you forget it." 

Robert was happy to go home and announce to his sister that he had made 
money, too, for sex. 

 CHAPTER 10 

Betty was upset that Robert had sold himself sexually. 

"I don't think it's appropriate for a boy to sell himself," she said, 
"that's what a girl does." 

"I'm liberated," he chuckled. "If you can sell your pussy, I can sell my 
prick. Do you mind ? " 

She thought about it a long moment. 

"But what you're asking for is total equality," she said, "even to our 
fucking rights. We've had an exclusive on them for a long time. Men paid us. 
Before I know it you will be asking me to pay you for the privilege of 
letting you slip it up my ass-hole. Absolutely, no. I think it's revolting. 
I have a few scruples left." 

"I guess that's true," he chuckled, "you do have a few." 

She gave him a withering glance as he walked away. It had become obvious to 
her that Robert could be difficult. 

She decided that she wanted something great to happen in her life and she 
didn't hesitate to tell Robert about it. 

"How would it be," she suggested, "if I decided to become a sex star?" 

"You don't want to be a sex star," he said. "That's not really like a movie 
star." 

"Linda Lovelace is a big star," she said, "and she became a big star giving 
throat fucks in pictures." 

"Well, what do you want to do, become a cocksucking throat fucker?" he 
demanded. 

"Of course not, I wouldn't stoop to that," she said, "but I would like to 
become a dog fucker." 

"Get off it," he said, "people don't want to watch a dog screw a woman." 

"You don't see those Rin-Tin-Tin movies anymore, do you?" she said. "And I 
suppose if they made another Lassie movie it would be 

Lassie Cum instead of Lassie Come Home." 

"Very funny," he chuckled, "what would you call this picture?" 

"Betty and Baron," she laughed, "doesn't that sound like a catchy title?" 

"Oh, it chokes me up," he said, "I can see women weeping as they watch that 
big prick slipping into your pussy." 

"They'll flash green with envy," she said. "Now it's up to you, Robert, to 
locate a film producer who would like to meet a star." 

Robert laughed. 

"I don't believe it," he said, "you've gone ape." 

"No, I haven't," she said, "I've thought it all over. Linda Lovelace was 
making a movieLinda Lovelace For President. If she could aspire to such a 
high office, why can't I aspire to become the most important dog-fucking 
female in the world?" 

"Well, I never," he said, "you are the most." 

"Yes, I'm going to be the most," she said, "if you can launch my career." 

Robert didn't talk about it anymore with her that day, for his parents were 
coming into the house. They always had to come in just when the conversation 
was getting interesting. However, he discussed it with a friend of his that 
he could trust. 

"Gary," he told his friend, "I want to speak to you about a business 
proposition." 

"I'm always in the market for ideas, friend," he said, "what's it about?" 

"It's about making movies," he said nervously. 

"You know I'm a film buff," he told him, "what kind of pictures?" 

"Real unusual ones," he hedged. 

It was difficult for him to tell Gary what he had in mind. But Gary was 
becoming disgusted waiting for him to talk. 

"Spit it out, kid," he told him, "what've you got in mind?" 

"I know this girl," he said, unable to mention his sister, "who would like 
to be photographed having sex." 

"Great," he said, "there's a lot of money in that movie market. I've only 
taken travel films and my science experiments." 

"You would really enjoy watching her," he said. 

"I'd enjoy fucking her even more," he chuckled. 

"But she doesn't want to be photographed fucking a man," Robert said edgily. 

"Oh, is she one of those lesbians?" he asked eagerly. "I think it would be 
fun to watch a les fuck another les." 

"No," he said, "it isn't anything involving two women." 

"You're getting me nervous," Gary said. "What the hell does this chick want 
to fuck? A snake?" 

"You're getting warm," Robert laughed. "She wants to fuck her dog." 

"No foolin', " he said, "you mean you've got a chick on the line who wants 
to be photographed screwing a dog?" 

"Yes," he said, biting his lip. 

Still Robert couldn't bring himself to mention that it was his sister. 

"I am not gonna eat her pussy," Gary laughed. "I should say not. It wouldn't 
be sanitary." 

"He's a clean dog," Robert said, without cracking a smile. 

"I'll let you suck her snatch," he told him. "Right after the dog finished 
fucking her." 

Gary threw his head back and laughed at the thought of it. 

"We could sell the movies," Robert suggested, "and make a mint. Linda 
Lovelace really got famous sucking. Imagine that. She sucked her way to the 
top of the porno flick world." 

"Some of the other have gotten there that way, too," Gary insisted, "they 
say that in Hollywood it isn't who you know, but who you blow." 

The two boys had a good laugh and then they made plans for the film. 

"I'll have to photograph this when my folks are gone for the weekend," Gary 
said. "My old man would kill me if he ever caught me filming a fuck flick 
with a chick and a dog." 

"Your old man might enjoy it," Robert insisted. "It's probably your mother 
who would think it was dreadful. Women aren't so inclined to look at stuff 
like that." 

"That's true," he said. 

Plans were made and when Robert went home after school that day he was glad 
his parents were gone for he could disclose the good news to his sister. 

"It's gonna happen," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "you're gonna soar to 
stardom." 

"Tell me," she said, "did you meet one of those sex picture producers?" 

"You've got to begin small," he said, "we're going to do a little picture 
with a sixteen millimeter movie camera. Just you and Baron." 

"Wonderful," she said. "Of course, the folks would never understand. I'll 
wear a wig and hide my identity. I could even wear one of those Halloween 
masks. I think I still have a silver mask from last Halloween." 

"It's Gary," he said, "you know, the kid at school who takes all of the 
pictures." 

"Oh, him," she said. "I was hoping you would find someone who would never 
recognize me." 

"I thought you wanted to become famous," Robert reminded her. 

"Yes, but I don't want to get booted out of school," she said. "If I don't 
make it as a picture star, I might have to fall back on my degree and take 
up typing." 

"Fucking Baron is a lot easier than typing," Robert said. 

He was getting a big laugh out of the way his sister thought of her career. 
He was also getting horny and figured that for helping her this way he 
should get a free fuck tossed in. 

"Let's have some fun, sweetheart," he told her. "I bought a French tickler 
and I thought I would slip it on my dick and fuck you." 

"Maybe I should charge," she said with a small smile. 

"You'd better not," he told her. "I've just got you started on a big career. 
I won't pay a penny for your pussy." 

"For you, it's gratis," she said, "except I don't know as I should let you 
use a French tickler. I'm real careful about what goes into my pussy." 

"All right," he said, "I'll let you examine it." 

He went to his room and brought back the French tickler. When she saw the 
small rubber nodules on it she wondered whether or not it would feel good. 

"I don't think I'd like it," she suddenly decided. 

"Just try it," he said. "You might be surprised." 

"All right," she said, "it is fun to be inventive about sex." 

She started to undress and Robert helped her finish. He always enjoyed 
unfastening her bra. Then he would reach around and play with her bosoms. 
Next he would reach down to slip his hands to her pussy. Invariably, her 
mound was moist. He let a finger slip into her pussy and grabbed it. 

"Oh, Robert, I want you to fuck me so bad," she said as she felt the finger 
slipping back and forth. 

Robert took time out now to undress. When he pulled off his shorts and his 
cock flipped into view, she smiled happily. 

"Put the French tickler on, honey," she said, "and fuck me good. I really 
feel the need of a good balling." 

She got on the bed and spread her legs conveniently for him. Patting her 
pussy she looked up at him expectantly. 

"Shove it to me," she said happily, "give me that prick." 

He rode his cock forward. Her pussy muscles gripped it tightly. 

"That's it, baby," he panted, "fuck. Fuck good." 

The French tickler excited her. She loved the nodules and the effect that it 
had on her pussy lining. 

"Give it to me, baby," she begged, "fuck it." 

The erotic enchantment that she experienced now had her twisting and 
turning. Betty clutched the sheets and wadded them up in her hands as her 
brother continued pushing his penis into her. The French tickler was doing 
the trick. 

"I want it," she panted, "every fucking inch. Sock it to me." With hard 
driving stabs he rode into her. 

He loved the feel of her pussy walls tightening on his cock as she used her 
pussy muscles to clasp it. 

"Grab it, baby," he told her, "that's it. Yes, fuck me. Fuck me." 

The intense pleasure that she felt had her shaking. They were pushing hard 
against each other now. Her legs locked around his legs as her pelvis pumped 
forward. 

"Let's make it together," she whispered. "Oh, Robert, fuck me. Fuck me hard. 
Fuck me good." 

Suddenly the penis exploded. 

"Yes, yes," he exclaimed, "I'm cuming. Oh, baby, milk my dick. That's what I 
want you to do. Milk my cock." 

He was sliding back and forth at this point. She was begging for it. 

"More, baby, more," she said, clawing his back. Then she reached down to 
grip her brother's ass cheeks. Parting them ever so gently she let her hand 
slide between his ass crack. He loved the feel of her hands squeezing and 
playing with his buttocks. Next, her finger slid up his tight anal ring and 
massaged his prostate gland. The electrical thrills shot up and down his 
spine and his cock exploded. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck. Fuck fast." 

She pushed hard against him and she juiced. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, I'm cuming," she cried out ecstatically. 

It was a happy, erotic moment for her. 

Robert enjoyed the slickness of Betty's pussy when she came. Her love juices 
lubricated his sliding shaft. She went on milking it with determination. 

"Robert, baby," she said, pulling her finger from his ass-hole and squeezing 
his ass cheeks. "I love you. You know that." 

"And I love you, too, sis," he said. "You see what I've done for you. If I 
didn't care so much for you I wouldn't want to help you become a star." 

She kissed him tenderly on both cheeks for saying that. 

"Don't I get a better kiss than that?" he questioned. 

"Yes, baby, yes," she said, pulling his mouth to hers. She pressed hard and 
then her tongue slipped along his lips as he opened his mouth, waiting for 
their tongues to meet. 

They Frenched for a few moments and then he pulled away. He lay beside her 
and told her frankly, "I worry about you becoming a star. If you and Baron 
hit big time, where will that leave me?" 

"You mustn't think such thoughts," she said. "I will always love you no 
matter how famous or rich I get." 

"You mean even if you get as big as Linda Lovelace?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said, "no fame that Hollywood could ever offer would pull me away 
from what I feel for you, Robert." 

It made, him feel good to hear her talk this way. 

"I'm gonna remind you of that when you become famous," he said, "because I 
think once the world has an opportunity to see what you and Baron can do, 
you will be a star. A topflight star." 

She looked at Baron who was standing in the corner and called him over to 
her. 

"Pull your dick out of me, honey," she told her brother, "and let Baron have 
a piece of ass. After all, we're going to reply on his big cock to pull us 
out of this dull life we lead." 

"When you put it that way I don't get jealous," Robert said. 

He understood at last that his sister was only thinking of what Baron could 
do for them both. 

Baron was eager to have sex. He gave her pussy a couple of quick licks and 
then she reached for his cock to guide him into her. 

"Fuck me, Baron," she said, "fuck me. That's it, boy, fuck. Ohhh, give me a 
good screwing, Baron, that's what I want." 

"He's really enjoying himself," he observed. "Look at his tail wag." 

At this time Robert felt his penis stiffening. It was strange how watching 
Baron fuck always got him so excited. 

"Fuck it," she told the big dog, "fuck me good. That's it, boy. Fuck. Fuck!" 

In and out in piston precision movements the dog's sliding cock continued 
sliding into her. She loved the excitement of it. She was delighted that she 
could be so uninhibited that she could take on the dog, too. 

"Give it to me, Baron," she urged the creature on. "That's it. Ohhh, ahhh, 
yes, yes. Give it to me, Baron." 

It was a moving moment when the big dog climaxed inside her pussy. 

"He's gushing like a geyser," Betty panted. "Oh, Baron, keep stabbing it 
into me. I love it." 

All at once she had another idea. She saw her brother's cock which was hard 
now. "Straddle my face and feed me your cock, Robert," she suggested. "I can 
take you both on at the same time." 

It didn't take her brother long to swing his hips over her face. Then he 
guided his huge penis into her mouth. 

"Open wider, baby," he said, "my cock is getting bigger every minute." 

The penis thrust into her mouth. Then he rode it down her throat. 

"Oh, this feels great," he told her, "real smooth. That's it, baby, take it. 
Come on, cock sucker," he told her, "gobble my dick. Oh, honey, gobble me. 
That's the way to do it." 

He turned to watch Baron who was still fucking his meat into Betty's pussy. 
It did excite and ignite his own passion as he realized they both were 
giving her a hot screwing. 

"This is fantastic," he called out. "Suck, baby, suck my dick off." 

He reached for her head and guided her. He was ramming too hard and he 
realized it. He could tell she was struggling for air. 

"Sorry about that," he apologized, "guess I got carried away. That's it, 
baby, lick it. Oh, yes." 

He was glad that he had pulled his penis out so that she could do her thing 
with her tongue. Her teeth bore down on him lightly and she was licking now. 

"Oh, yes," he gasped, "suck it. Suck that dick. Suck it off. Come on, baby, 
suck that big cock. Suck that juicy cock off." 

The passionate pleasure that they were experiencing at this point brought 
them both to the brink. For she felt herself cuming as he shot his gun off 
into her mouth. 

"Eat it," he told her, "eat my dick load. That's it, baby, suck the cream 
out of my cock." 

Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked him. 

When he had completed unloading his sperm, he pulled off. 

"That was the best cock suck you ever gave me, Betty," he told her. 

Baron pulled his penis out of her, too. It was as if he instinctively 
understood that it was over. 

All of the sudden Betty began wondering aloud. 

"Will I have to fuck the producer of the picture to become a star?" she 
asked. 

It flashed into Robert's mind that Gary had said he didn't want to get 
involved with a girl who gave sex to dogs. He wanted to be tactful and yet 
let her know she was not expected to do that. But she babbled on before he 
could say another word. 

"I will go to any lengths to become famous," she said sincerely. "If that 
means I've got to lick Gary's ass-hole and suck on his balls, I'll do it. I 
will eat the cream out of his cock. Certainly it is a sacrifice. But I am 
willing to make even that supreme sacrifice so that Baron and I can be 
somebody." 

"What about me?" Robert asked, disgusted that she hadn't even mentioned him. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm not forgetting you. I am so proud of you. I have 
such respect for you, Robert. You're so inventive." 

"I'm a pimp," he said, "you don't need to blow air up my ass." 

"Don't talk that way, dear," she said, "Let's speak like moral people." 

"We're not moral people," he told her. "We're sex freaks. You fuck a dog and 
I fuck you. Really!" 

"I'll tell you a big secret, Robert," she said quietly. 

"Is it good news or bad news?" he asked. 

"It's both," she explained. "First the good news. Daddy has had sex with 
me." 

"That's good news?" he laughed. "What's the bad news?" 

"The bad news is that if mom ever found out, she would kill him." 

"I know," Robert admitted, "so we were all wired wrong at the factory. I'm 
ashamed of us." 

"Don't feel that way," she said softly. "Some people can't be perfectly 
normal. But we try." 

"We've even got the dog twisted," he said sadly. "I don't think Baron would 
be fucking women if it weren't for you." 

"We brought joy and happiness into Baron's life," she said. "Baron's life 
was dull and monotonous until he fucked me." 

"You place a pretty high opinion on your pussy, don't you?" Robert told her 
flatly. 

"Most women do," Betty said. "For they know it is the pussy that means so 
much in a marriage. Remove the pussy and you don't have a marriage." 

 CHAPTER ll 

Just as quickly as Betty had turned on with the idea of becoming a porno 
picture star, she turned off. She told her brother she thought that perhaps 
she should lead a different life. 

"Robert," she said tearfully, "I can't go on living like this. I feel like a 
slut." 

"You don't have to," Robert reminded her. "All you are is a dog fucker." 

"Yes, and what if our next-door neighbor knew about it?" she said nervously. 

"Baron's not going to tell anybody," he assured her. 

"That isn't it," she explained. "I have to live with myself. Every time I 
look at anybody I think of myself doing it with the dog." 

"You've got a guilt complex," he said. "That requires a visit to a head 
shrink." 

"Do you think if I went to a head shrink," she questioned, "that I could 
pursue my career without it bothering me?" 

"Certainly," he assured her. "We'll look one up in the book." 

Robert looked in the yellow pages and decided to call a couple 
psychiatrists. However, he changed his mind when he found out how much they 
charged. 

"Those guys want seventy-five dollars an hour," he said. 

"They're worth it," Betty said softly. "A hooker makes a hundred." 

"I have an idea," he said, "that if you would go to a psychologist you might 
get some help. It would be best if you went to a female psychologist. For 
you don't know what you would get into if you went to a man. Remember that 
counselor at school?" 

"I'll never forget him," she replied nimbly, "now check out a woman that I 
can go to." 

Robert found a woman psychologist and called her. 

"Miss Clancy," he began, "my sister has a sex problem that she can't talk to 
me about. I wonder if you could help her?" 

"I would be happy to, young man," Miss Clancy replied. 

"All right," he said, "how much does it cost to talk to you?" 

"That depends," Miss Clancy replied, "on what the problem is and how long it 
takes to help the person get back on the right track." 

"But you're no seventy-five bucks an hour, are you?" he asked her. 

"Psychiatrists, doctors and lawyers and hookers make that kind of money. I 
only wish I did." 

"Maybe if you were a hooker you could make it, too," he laughed. 

"I don't have time for this banter," she snapped. "If you were serious, 
young man, and wanted to set up an appointment for your sister, all right. 
And I don't take checks." 

Robert was so stunned by her outburst that he quickly agreed to about 
everything she said. 

"Tuesday next," he said, "at three-thirty, yes, I'll bring her over. Thank 
you, Miss Clancy." 

Robert went back to his sister. 

"It's all set for next Tuesday at three thirty," he said. "I'll take you 
there myself." 

"Robert," Betty said, "how can I ever thank you for being such a good 
brother to me?" 

"I can think of one way," he smiled. 

"How?" she asked innocently. 

"You could let me experiment with my cock-sucking machine," he said, "while 
I eat your snatch." 

"You're talking dirty, Robert," she reprimanded him. 

"No, I'm not," he insisted. "They sell them. They're for sexual release. 
There's nothing wrong with a guy using one of those sucking machines. It's 
sensational." 

"I wouldn't mind trying it," Betty said. "Maybe you would get so turned on 
with a mechanical cock-sucking machine that you would never want me to blow 
you again." 

"You don't have to worry about that," he assured her, "you really don't." 

"I hope not," she said nervously, "because I enjoy sucking you off so much, 
little brother." 

Unzipping his fly, he pulled out his penis. It was huge. He pumped on it a 
moment or two. 

"Forgive me for ever calling you little brother," she giggled. "You've sure 
got a big one. Mind if I lick it?" 

"Not if you don't suck it off," he told her, "because I want to experiment 
with the machine. There's a manual to tell how to use it. It has three 
speeds. It suck fast, it sucks medium speed and it sucks slow." 

"I can suck fast and slow and medium, too," Betty said, shrugging. 

It was really getting to her that inventors were coming up with such things. 

"The next thing you know," she said, "they will be inventing plastic 
pussies." 

"They've already done that," he told her, "and they're working on a plastic 
ass-hole." 

"That's wonderful," she said. "I just hope they get plastic pricks that can 
squirt juice into my pussy. That would be wonderful." 

"If you're a good girl," he told her, "I'll get you one for your birthday. 
They've already got them." 

"I guess there isn't anything they don't have," Betty told her brother 
flatly. 

"Well," he chuckled, "they haven't got a dog's cock in plastic yet. But give 
them time." 

"And I don't suppose they have a sheep's pussy," she said. "I hear those 
female sheep have trouble with the shepherd's on those cold nights up in the 
mountains." 

"That's true," ne said, "I wouldn't want to be caught with a horny shepherd 
on the wrong night. Not if I was a respectable sheep." 

They both laughed as Robert's sister Betty dropped to her knees. 

Baron was watching. He was getting put out. It seemed as if he wasn't 
getting much action lately. And this was disturbing him. However, as he 
observed his mistress's mouth collide with Robert's cock he felt his own 
penis stiffen. Robert reached down and gripped his sister's head. 

"Suck it, sister," he told her, "suck. Suck that sweet juicy dick. Come on, 
baby, suck it. But don't suck it off. Save it for the sucking machine." 

This comment got Betty so upset that she pulled her mouth off Robert's penis 
and complained. 

"That's a fine thing to tell me," she said, "just as I was anticipating a 
mouth load of cum." 

"I'll give you a second round, sister," he told her. "I want that machine to 
function at optimum." 

"All right," she pouted as she placed her mouth back on his cock and began 
licking the shaft once more. 

She managed to suck so that he didn't shoot. 

Then pulling off she agreed to go to the bed. The two of them, naked, went 
over to the bed and Robert wasted no time in slipping the rubber nozzle of 
the mechanical cock sucker on his penis. He plugged it in and turned the 
current on. 

"You see," he smiled at his sister, "I'm going to start it out on slow." 

"I hope your cock gets electrocuted," Betty teased him. 

"You just spread your legs, honey," he told her, "and let me eat your 
snatch. Okay?" 

She agreed. 

It didn't take him long to get ready. Then he placed his face over her 
fur-trimmed triangle. 

"Lick," she said, "Lick my pussy. That's it, little brother. Use that nice 
tongue of yours." 

She did get a charge out of watching his head bob up and down on her as his 
tongue pumped into her vigorously. Robert knew just how to use his tongue 
like a penis. She glanced down to watch the mechanical cock-sucking machine 
working overtime on his penis. 

"Suck it off, machine," she laughed. 

Reaching down she gripped her brother's head and told him, "Finger my 
ass-hole while you eat my pussy, please." 

Robert thought Betty was too much. She would have to say "please." She would 
have to be polite no matter what she was doing. 

She was enjoying it and so was he. All of their inhibitions were gone. The 
only one who wasn't satisfied was Baron. He bemoaned his fate as he watched 
all of the action. He wished that he could get in a few licks somewhere. 

The dog came over and got on the bed. Robert was turned sideways and the dog 
licked his bare behind. 

Robert was startled. He certainly wasn't going to stoop to letting a male 
dog have sex with him. 

"Get off me, Baron," he complained, "this isn't my night for boys " 

Baron, hurt and tormented, leaped off the bed. Immediately Betty picked up 
on his. feelings. 

"Come over here, Baron," she sighed, "and I'll suck you off." 

Robert chuckled as he watched his sister patting the bed so the dog would 
come over. Baron momentarily was pouting. Finally she persuaded him with a 
soft voice to come over and get on the bed. Then she reached between his 
legs and tickled his balls and played with his cock. In a moment or two her 
lips were slipping over the head of the dog's shaft. That was when Robert 
felt his penis stiffening as he turned the sucking machine on to its middle 
speed. Then he bent over his sister's pussy and started licking her there 
once more. Pumping the tongue in and out vigorously he got her turned on. 
She wiggled and gasped and groaned. She was enjoying herself now that she 
was sucking the dog's cock and having her brother's tongue slipping in and 
out of her pussy. There was something erotically satisfying about having a 
three-way with Baron. Betty thought so much of her beloved dog that she 
didn't like to think of his feelings being hurt. Now she was sucking 
vigorously on his penis and she figured he might enjoy having his ass-hole 
fucked. She slid a finger up Baron's behind as she sucked on the big dog's 
cock. Baron thrust away, enjoying himself. His tail wagged. He pressed one 
paw over her breast. She had to move it. She went on sucking, however, not 
missing a beat of his pulsating penis stabs. 

Meantime her brother was working his tongue all around inside of her. He 
figured that he would copy her action. He slid his finger up her behind. She 
loved being finger fucked in the ass-hole while his tongue was sucking on 
her love button. 

It gave Robert a new experience to feel the machine's movements as he 
switched it on to fast speed. It pulled with a firm ready grip. He had to 
compliment the inventor of such a fantastic machine. He felt he deserved 
some kind of special award. The machine pulled vigorously on his hard cock, 
bringing him closer, ever closer to climax. At the same time his tongue 
swept continuously around inside of his sister's pussy. He only wished that 
his sister was watching him and not paying so much attention to Baron. He 
hated to admit it, but he was becoming jealous. He wished the big dog would 
get his rocks off. Wasn't she doing enough for him? With a finger slipping 
up his ass-hole, and his cock stabbing down her throat, he ought to make it 
any minute. 

Finally he felt himself being sucked off. The mechanical cock sucking 
machine had done its thing. It continued jerking at his cock as if he could 
shoot forever. Apparently, it didn't know when to slow down. Robert didn't 
want to pull the cock-sucking machine away from his penis until he had 
gotten his sister off, too. So he waited as he nibbled on her clitoris, 
until she gushed. Suddenly he felt her juices whirling around inside of his 
mouth as he sucked vigorously. He had to pull the cock-sucking machine off 
his penis as it was making a loud swooshing sound and drawing no more 
liquid. It had drained him. He was disturbed by the fact that the noise of 
the machine continued. He didn't want to pull his mouth off his sister's 
pussy until he had licked her clean'. It was distracting and frustrating to 
have the machine act up. 

He didn't pull out of her pussy until he had cleaned her. Then he said, 
"Damn it, you stupid machine. Why do you have to make such a racket?" 

He pulled the cord from its connection, and then watched her just as she got 
Baron to cream. It made him realize that her hot mouth was superior to the 
cock-sucking machine. 

"Suck the big boy's dick off," he panted, "suck it, sister, suck it." 

As he saw her sucking he felt his penis stiffening once more. He figured he 
might as well get his ramrod up her ass-hole. While she was still sucking on 
the dog's cock he let his hand flip down between her legs. He parted her ass 
cheeks gently and then slid his cock up there. As his penis flipped up her 
ass-hole he realized that he didn't have any lubrication. He spit in his 
hand and applied some to his cock head. That combined with the cum that 
remained on his penis head let it slip in smoothly. 

Betty was twisting her butt now and Robert loved it. 

"That's it, sister," he gasped excitedly, "keep twisting your ass-hole for 
me. I'm gonna get a good fuck. I'm gonna get my rocks off. Oh, baby, grind 
it. Grind your ass-hole." 

Betty was perturbed. She had been promised a second round in her mouth. 
Instead, she was getting it in her ass-hole. It made her realize that she 
couldn't trust anyone, including her own brother, to keep his word. 

She did have to admit that it was a pleasurable experience to have that cum 
shooting up her rectum. With hard, even stabs he drove up her. 

"Fuck it, baby," he panted, "fuck. Fuck it. That's beautiful. Keep fucking. 
Twist your ass-hole. Come on, baby, fuck." 

Suddenly his cock exploded. She jacked-off with her sphincter muscle in her 
behind and got more cream out of his cock. He slapped her ass until it was 
red. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he exclaimed, "ohhhh, ahhhh, oh, baby, what a foxy ass 
you've got. You sure know how to fuck. Come on!" 

She had brought more juice out of the dog's cock. And it pleased her to 
think that she was capable of getting Baron so stimulated. When she pulled 
off his penis and her brother pulled his prick out of her ass-hole she lay 
there, luxuriating in the afterglow of a wild, untamed sexual experience. 

"Sure enjoyed that," Robert smiled. 

He was playing with her bosoms now and she was looking off as Baron jumped 
from the bed and went to the corner of the room and curled up, completely 
satisfied. 

"All I want is to be fucked and fucked and fucked," she said. "That's it, 
Robert. I'm a born nymphomaniac." 

 CHAPTER 12 

After school the following Tuesday, Robert drove his sister to see the 
psychologist, Miss Clancy. When she walked into the office she immediately 
noticed the scent of lilac. It was a marvelous odor and she liked it. Then 
she got the shock of her life. For Miss Clancy proved to be a bosomy blonde 
with enormous breasts. She let a lot of them show as she had a low-cut 
blouse, which displayed them to tremendous advantage. 

"Good afternoon," Miss Clancy said coyly, "won't you come in?" 

"Yes," Betty said half apologetically, "I have such a problem." 

"Don't we all?" Miss Clancy laughed. 

Miss Clancy led her to an inner room where there was a pink satin chaise 
lounge. 

"Now, dear," she said, "if you would take off all of your clothes and lie on 
this chaise lounge in front of this full-size mirror, Tin sure that you will 
be able to clear up any problem that you possess." 

"I feel embarrassed," Betty said nervously. 

"You shouldn't," Miss Clancy continued. "I used to be a topless-bottomless 
performer. I had to get used to parading around in the nude before a group 
of staring eyes. I got used to it." 

"But I'm modest," Betty said. 

"No, you're not," Miss Clancy insisted. "You're trying to hide something. 
And I'm not going to let you. I'm going to help you find your problem and 
solve it." 

There was no alternative. Betty knew that she had to take off everything. As 
she slid out of her clothes, Miss Clancy's eyes were watching closely. Betty 
figured she would try to get away by keeping her bra and panties on. 
However, Miss Clancy wasn't buying. 

"You are trying to hide something," she said. "Have you shaved your box or 
something dreadful like that? Now take everything off." 

She spoke so abruptly that Betty frankly wondered if she wasn't a dyke. 

"Am I safe?" Betty said, eyeing her. 

"Certainly," Miss Clancy snapped. "What do you think I am?" 

"I was trying to find out," Betty said. 

"You are not going to lure me into any iniquity," Miss Clancy said. "I am 
superstitious and religious. But I am not involved with sex anymore. I gave 
it all up when I abandoned my career." 

"It wasn't much of a career showing your ass off, was it?" Betty said 
indignantly. 

"I'm going to dislike you more than I thought I would when you first walked 
in the door," Miss Clancy said. "Just to prove that I am not afraid to do 
what you're doing, I will take off everything. And I will show you what it 
is like to have a beautiful body. Try not to get jealous." 

"You don't have to worry about me at all," Betty assured her. 

However, as Betty pulled off her panties and her bra and Miss Clancy took 
off her skirt and her blouse, she gave that statement second thoughts. For 
it became painfully evident to her that Miss Clancy was magnificently 
constructed. She had lithe long legs, a trim waist, and enormous bosoms with 
blood-red nipples. 

"What a knockout," Betty smiled. 

"Just as I thought," Miss Clancy said, "you have a lesbian problem. It's a 
latent one, dear, and the only way you will overcome it is to have sex with 
another woman. I'll volunteer all in the line of professional duty." 

Before she could say another word, Miss Clancy had brought out a small 
riding whip and a dildo. She was strapping it on herself. 

"What on earth are you doing?" Betty demanded. 

"I'm going to help you with your problems," Miss Clancy smiled. "Relax, 
dear." 

While she could ask her to relax it was not an easy thing. For it was 
painfully evident to Betty that she was going to be forced into sexual 
relations with a woman. 

"I'm a normal person," Betty complained. "I can't do something like this." 

"You're not normal or you wouldn't be coming to see me," Miss Clancy 
commented crisply. "Now part your legs, honey, so I can fuck you." 

It disturbed Betty that Miss Clancy was taking such liberties. True, she was 
a dog fucker. However, she was thankful that she had never had sexual 
relations with a woman. At least she had some moral scruples. Now she was 
losing every scrap of moral goodness she possessed. 

As the dildo slipped into her vagina, Miss Clancy's bosoms pressed against 
hers. 

"Rub your tits against mine," Miss Clancy said. "That's it, sweetheart. 
Doesn't that feel good?" 

"Should it?" Betty asked abruptly. 

"Play with my ass cheeks while I'm fucking you, dear," Miss Clancy panted, 
"now we're doing it. That's it, lover. Fuck. Fuck good." 

Ramming it to her with hard, driving thrusts, Miss Clancy was enjoying 
herself enormously. 

"Come on, baby," she gasped, "that's how you do it. Fuck. Twist your ass. 
Oh, yes, now you're doing it. Oh, kiss me, kiss me." 

That was too much. Betty wished she had a vomit bag. The nerve of Miss 
Clancy asking her to do a thing like that. It would be ten times earier to 
kiss Baron. For Baron, even though he was a dog, was a boy dog. 

"Fuck me," Miss Clancy persisted, "fuck me hard. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. I 
want it. I need it. Oh, baby, grind." 

It was really getting Betty disturbed. All of this puffing and huffing when 
she was supposed to be paying money for it. 

"Zip up your lips, sweetheart," she told her, "and twist your ass for me. 
That's it. Be a good girl. Fuck it." 

She went on pumping and then Betty discovered she was climaxing. She was 
groaning now and rubbing her breasts hard against her. 

"Ohhh," she gasped, "I'm cuming. Oh, baby, I made it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes." 

Betty was so angry now that she could never think of anything connected with 
sex. 

Finally when Miss Clancy pulled her dildo out of her, Betty got to her feet. 

"I'm going," she said, "you can't help me." 

"No, you're not," Miss Clancy said, "you came here with a problem. And I 
want to help you. Now you can relax. I'm sure that what you have done has 
taken your mind off what your problem was. Isn't that right?" 

"Yes," Betty agreed. 

"Then it had therapeutic value," Miss Clancy insisted. 

By some strange twist of logic, Betty had to admit she was correct. 
Momentarily she had forgotten about her passion for Baron. 

"All right," Betty said quietly, "I'll tell you about my problem." 

"I wish you would," Miss Clancy said, as she sat there naked beside her on a 
chair. 

Betty covered her pussy protectively and she placed her arm over her bosoms. 

"Let it all hang free," Miss Clancy insisted, "you will feel open to the 
universe if you let your arms swing free and I promise you I will give you 
the answer to your problem." 

Hypnotized by Miss Clancy's words, Betty felt herself getting sleepy and 
relaxed. She dropped her arms and began talking. As she babbled on, Miss 
Clancy pressed a tape recorder button and let her talk. 

"I guess I've always been too pretty," Betty began. "Everybody wants to fuck 
me. I know some girls would feel proud about it. But I'm ashamed. I don't 
think it's right to screw everybody or everything that asks you to. For 
example, there was my dog." 

"Don't tell me you had a talking dog who said give me a piece of ass," Miss 
Clancy cut in. 

"No," Betty said softly, "it wasn't that way. He just wanted to sniff my 
pussy." 

"That's natural," Miss Clancy smiled, "why shouldn't a dog enjoy your 
snatch? Go on, dear." 

"All right," she continued. "Baron's tongue was licking my pussy one night 
when I was naked because it was so hot I couldn't sleep, of course." 

"Of course," she said. 

"I was tempted to reach out and feel of Baron's penis. Baron, of course, is 
my dog." 

"I gathered as much," Miss Clancy said, crossing her leg and listening. 

"I really got a charge out of having sex with him," she said. "Because I 
liked his dick and then I told him to stick it into me. He didn't 
understand. So I positioned myself with a couple of pillows so it would be 
easy for him to shove it in." 

"So you did fuck your dog?" Miss Clancy asked her bluntly. 

"I'll confess," she said, "I did have sex with Baron." 

"Continue," she said, "I'm all ears." 

She smiled as she smugly looked at her tape recorder. She knew that Betty 
had no idea how true that statement was. For the recorder's ear was 
carefully taping every word she said. 

"After Baron there was my brother," Betty went on. "I loved Robert so much. 
I especially liked to blow him. He said the girls at school weren't giving 
him good head and he wanted me to. I discovered I had a talent with my 
tongue." 

"Did you suck his ass-hole, too?" Miss Clancy asked eagerly. 

"Yes," she replied, "Robert insisted I suck his ass." 

"Did you enjoy it?" Miss Clancy said, listening avidly. 

"Very much," she said. "I gave him what he called a rim-and-jerk job. You 
know, sticking my tongue in his ass-hole while I pulled on his prick." 

"I know all about that," she said. "You need not question my knowledge of 
sex." 

Betty sighed heavily and she continued. 

"Next," she said, "there was a high school lover. Oh, he was so much fun. 
But such a beast. He wanted to fuck my ass-hole." 

"Of course, you let him," Miss Clancy commented. 

"How did you know?" Betty asked, looking at her in surprise. 

"You let everyone else have anything they wanted," Miss Clancy said, "so it 
was easy to figure that you probably let him get his kicks." 

"Tell me more," Miss Clancy nodded. "You could write a book about your 
sexual adventures, couldn't you, my dear?" 

"You bet I could," Betty admitted. 

She hesitated however. She was becoming modest. 

"Well, go on," Miss Clancy said, "I want to help you. I can't unless you 
reveal all." 

"There was my father, too," she admitted. "I don't believe it," Miss Clancy 
gasped, "you are not only a dog fucker, a brother fucker, and a father 
fucker," she continued, "but you have sex with women." 

"You're responsible for my last downfall," Betty insisted angrily. 

She put on her clothes and got out of there quickly. Her brother Robert was 
waiting in the restroom. He had heard them carrying on and got so excited he 
went in there to jack-off. 

"Just a minute, sis," he said, "I'm almost there." 

This really got her angry. "Put that damn penis back in your pants." she 
snapped, "and take me out of here. I've just been tortured by a lesbian with 
a dildo." 

Hastily he flipped his cock back in his pants and zipped so quickly that he 
momentarily squealed with pain as the zipper caught on the skin of his penis 
flesh. 

"Now see what you made me do," he complained angrily. She waited while he 
untangled his cock from the zipper. 

"I see your brother is as twisted as you are," Miss Clancy complained. "Get 
out of here. Both of you. You'll give my establishment a bad name." 

Betty was so burned up about what she had been through that she didn't even 
look at Miss Clancy. Together they left. As they drove down the freeway to 
their home Robert couldn't help laughing. 

"If I had a camera and caught the two of you in the act," he told her, "I 
could make Linda Lovelace look as dated as Rin-Tin-Tin." 

"You really mean it?" Betty asked him. 

"Yes," he told her, "the two of you were tremendous together. I mean, when 
she started swinging that dildo into your pussy, you should have seen your 
response." 

"Did I act as if I enjoyed it?" Betty questioned her brother. 

"I know you did," he said quickly. 

That left her with a grim new question mark in her mind. 

"How could she resolve her sexual situation? She had heard of a bi-sexual, 
but this was ridiculous. She must be multi-sexual. 

"What's bothering you, sis?" Robert asked, observing a moment or two later 
that she wasn't saying a word. 

"Oh, nothing," Betty said. 

He was wondering if she had shaken all of her guilt. 

"Do you still want me to make you a star?" he asked seriously. 

"No," she complained, "I am going to settle for Baron." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"It's Baron and me," she said, "from here on in the only man I want to fuck 
me is Baron." 

"Baron is a dog," Robert hastened to remind his sister. "You don't mean you 
prefer that dog to me, do you?" 

"I hope this doesn't come as too big a shock for you, brother," she said 
flatly, "but I really do prefer Baron." 

That did it. Robert could never remember when he had been so insulted before 
in his life. 

"Well, if a big old cock means that much to you," he said, "You should go 
for giants." 

"Oh, don't take it so hard, Robert," she said, noticing his misty eyes. "We 
all suffer sometime." 

"You don't know what you did to my ego," he said. "You just gave me a depth 
charge. Maybe I should go back and get some help from that dyke you just 
visited." 

"I'm afraid you wouldn't get much help from her," Betty said grimly. "She 
probably specializes in dealing with women." 

"That's true," he admitted, "she might not even dig my cock. That's giving 
me an inferiority complex just thinking about it." 

"You must forget it," she said hastily. "Maybe we could have one last bit of 
sex, dear brother. I do want to express my gratitude for taking me to meet 
Miss Clancy." 

"If I helped you find yourself," he said, "it was worth it all." 

She bent over and unzipped his fly as he pushed the car seat back. 

"You'll have to suck it off real quick, 'cause we're almost home," he told 
her. 

"Silly," she smiled as she looked up at him from his crotch. "You can drive 
on if you're gonna get your cock sucked." 

"That's true," he told her, "but it's a rather difficult position under the 
steering wheel, isn't it?" 

"Not at all," she said. "I'll demonstrate." 

As she pulled on his penis, Robert wished that steering wheels were made to 
accommodate cock sucking. 

She pulled his balls out and licked on them, too. He loved the sensation of 
her tongue lightly lashing all around his penis and his balls. 

"Suck me," he told her, "come on, baby, suck that prick. I want you to eat 
it. Come on, eat me." 

She accommodated him. It made him feel wonderful as she sucked. 

"Eat it," he commanded, "eat my dick. That's what I want you to do. Eat it. 
Come on, baby, eat my hot pecker." 

She was sucking now, giving him good head. 

"Oh, Betty," he told her, "it really hurts me to think this is our last time 
together. I envy Baron. I almost wish I were a dog." 

Just then an officer spotted him driving erratically. 

"Suck it quick," he told her, "that fuzz is on me and he's got the lights 
flashing." 

She pulled her mouth off his penis a moment. 

"Step on the gas, Robert," she said, "make him tail you. I'll get your dick 
off." 

As the siren screeched, she sucked. She was sucking hard and Robert was 
having great difficulty getting his cock to shoot. Fear was overpowering him 
now. 

"Hurry up," he complained, "I'm going ninety now." 

She closed her eyes. She was doing her very best to get him off. The officer 
was joined by another patrol car. Soon he had two officers flashing their 
lights and sounding their sirens as traffic spread for him as he made the 
freeway a raceway. 

"Suck it, baby," he told her, "suck my prick. Come on, baby, eat it. Eat 
that dick. Suck that juicy cock off. Suck it, baby, suck it." 

He got so excited that he glanced down. All of the sudden the car was 
smashing against a wall. Just then his sperm shot into her mouth. Betty who 
prided herself in being a competent cock sucker never pulled her mouth off 
as he slumped over the steering wheel. 

She was thankful that she'd gotten a good sperm load. She was grateful that 
he had his safety belt on. Her head had been momentarily pushed against the 
steering wheel, but she was fastened so tightly to his cock that she 
suffered no injury. 

The officers were on them in a minute. Fortunately she got off his penis 
just in time. When the officer observed him with his fly open and a girl 
sitting on the other side of him now, he was stunned into silence. They were 
booked and taken to jail. 

When Betty's father and mother showed up at jail, Betty confessed she had 
sex with Baron. 

"Oh, dear," her mother shuddered, "the child is sick." 

"We'll have to send her to a head shrink quick," her father said nervously. 
"That's the only way to solve her problem." 


THE END
