CR-2005 The Widow's Companion
[aka 'Widow of Sighing Pines' or 'The Lover's Companion' or 'The Widow's Dog']
by Walter Jones


Chapter 1

Dominique Carter placed the highball in the hand of the buxom blonde 
thirteen year old and stepped back, her deep green eyes smiling 
felinely.

"Go on, dear, there's no harm in it," she coaxed. "It's just a little 
highball."

But Ellen Winthrop, whose father had died nine months previous after an 
acute bout with alcoholism, shook her pretty head firmly. Her satiny 
soft long blonde hair flew attractively around her perfectly oval 
youthful face. The long dark lashes over her sparkling, innocent blue 
eyes fluttered as she refused, saying, "Oh, but I couldn't, Mrs. 
Carter. My mother wouldn't permit it."

Dominique smiled indulgently and took the glass from her again. She 
shook out her long red hair and said sweetly, "Well, that's right, 
dear. You should always do what your mother tells you." Damnit, a small 
voice whispered inside her head.

Not that this terrible primness didn't make their lovely young neighbor 
all the more intoxicating company. At times Dominique suspected that it 
was this very navet that was driving herself and her husband Maxwell 
so wild with anticipation. Ellen was so unremittingly good that Maxwell 
was really going out of his mind for her, and Handsome, their big 
German shepherd was as well. Handsome sniffed around the sweet over-
developed teenager to an extent which even made Dominique not a little 
jealous. But if the anticipation was excruciating, so also was their 
fierce desire to get some good movies of Ellen misbehaving. She was the 
most gorgeous little piece of femininity and perfection they had run 
into in a long time, and any film footage they could get of her would 
sell like hotcakes, literally. Men always liked performers who were 
busty with long blonde hair, for some reason, and in addition there was 
the incentive of Ellen's healthy nubile youth, which was considerable.

At only thirteen she was rounded and developed with curves that any 
eighteen year old would have been proud of. Her large, gravity-defying 
breasts -- which she appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable about -- 
were positively mouth-watering, to hear Maxwell tell it, and she knew 
that Handsome wanted to lap them as well. In addition, the child had 
almost no waist -- which then flared out into opulent hourglass hips 
just born for sex. And then there were those long, long legs tapering 
into tiny ankles and dainty feet. Ellen had been put together like a 
human aphrodisiac. No doubt she towered over her teacher in grammar 
school as well. She was probably the most striking thing her teachers 
had ever seen.

Dominique sighed and sipped her highball. The entire affair had become 
all too frustrating. They hadn't had any of this delay and difficulty 
with their other conquests. It hadn't taken too long for most of them 
to fall for Handsome, that rugged, demanding beast, or at the very 
least for her handsome husband Maxwell. And most of them had been 
teenagers as well, usually neighborhood girls of good background who 
they were eventually able to get liquored up enough so that they 
totally lost their heads and could be seduced readily into performing 
for Midwest Motion Pictures, Incorporated.

They, too, had had long hair of varying shades, and voluptuous 
physiques, which was why they had been chosen. The Carters' customers 
liked especially well these pert and clean-cut, fresh-looking 
youngsters. Their innocent wholesomeness appeared to be more thrilling 
than the blatant sensuality of the average actress who was willing to 
do sex scenes for pay. Which was why she and Maxwell always went to the 
lengthy trouble of these elaborate seductions. Their customers paid 
more for girls of obvious gentility, virginity, purity, and refinement.

Except that Ellen now had them stymied. Five months of plying her with 
bon-bons, long trips in their wire-wheeled custom-made Lamborghini 
motorcar, flights in their private plane, pretty little gifts of 
bewildering variety and so-on, nothing had served in the slightest to 
unbend the gorgeous voluptuous blonde teenager's legs from the way they 
crossed so elegantly over her golden -- and no doubt virginal -- pussy-
slit. Dominique could sigh indeed. They already had a lengthy 
investment in this luscious child of nature. It was going to be 
difficult to write her off as a bad job. Money didn't grow on trees.

"Are you ready out there?" came Maxwell's deep voice from in back of 
their private motion picture screen, which had descended smoothly and 
silently from its hidden recess in the ceiling of the Carters' living 
room.

"We are lover," Dominique called back. "Fire away."

"Here we go."

Suddenly the sound came up at the same time as the picture, the house 
lights dimmed, and they were looking at the opening reel of "Straw 
Dogs."

The Carters had their own motion picture facilities at home, of course, 
and quite elaborate ones they were. They were also a means of 
impressing young impressionables, for they always showed the latest 
Hollywood films as well, often before these were showing in legitimate 
movie houses. Most of them were pirated jobs, but the innocent young 
girls who made it a point to visit the Carters didn't know this. They 
just assumed that the Carters were impossibly rich and influential, and 
that all the big studios sent them prints of their films as a matter of 
course.

Ellen sat back, her legs still sweetly crossed. Her long blonde hair 
had fluffed in back of the couch she was sitting on. There was no 
denying she was impressed by the Carters. In the five months since her 
widowed mother and herself had moved to Kenilworth, intent on putting 
out of their minds the unfortunate demise of her adored father, the 
Carters had gone out of their way to help them forget. They took her 
mother and herself on little shopping trips, and sent them presents, 
took them out to dinner, and so on. They were the most generous people 
Ellen had ever known.

Dominique Carter squeezed her slender smooth hand and Ellen blushed. In 
recent months Mrs. Carter had been more of a mother to her than her own 
mother almost, and the amount of time the Carters seemed to spend on 
her was really amazing. She had never known people could be so sweet 
and thoughtful, and without any consideration for themselves. Mr. 
Carter had even offered her a chance to take the controls of his 
private plane, although, of course, she had refused. What a great deal 
of money they must have to be able to afford such gestures! And the way 
they were always talking about their vacations in Bermuda, Rio de 
Janeiro, Sun Valley, Mallorca, St. Moritz, Paris, Monte Carlo, the 
French Riviera, Hollywood, Palm Beach, and the Far East! Apparently 
they had the money to be able to afford to go anywhere and do anything.

She didn't suppose that she would ever be that rich. Her father's 
insurance had left just enough to leave them comfortably well off, and 
when her mother had sold their house in Winnetka (her big old house, 
with the big playroom and nursery she had grown up in, and which she 
loved so well) they had bought their smaller, but more luxurious, 
bungalow down the street from the Carters, shaded by tall oaks and with 
an immense backyard perfect for sunning. It was just such a sunny day 
when they had first run into the Carters, who had come walking through 
the alley with Handsome on a leash, and then stopped to say hello and 
have some idle chatter.

Ellen had been impressed with them from the very first. Maxwell Carter 
had seemed so impossibly urbane and worldly, with his wavy black hair 
and the handmade pipe he was forever lighting. He dressed with rugged 
lavishness, expensively, so that he looked not so much the workman as 
the wealthy outdoors-man. He used a great deal of leather and suede in 
his apparel, and it was always finely cut and usually brand new. 
Everything he wore looked custom made just for him -- from the belted 
Austrian hunting jackets to his Charles III buckled boots. He was 
mature, worldly, sophisticated. Dominique Carter was a lucky woman.

And their wealth, while obvious, was always in good taste in a similar 
vein. In addition to their white Cadillac convertible they also kept 
the classic Lamborghini, a Rolls-Royce, and a battered old Ford station 
wagon. While Mrs. Carter, in addition to her minks, also wore leopard 
and silver fox with some frequency. Her clothes were beautiful and in 
good taste. Everything seemed to be an original from somewhere or 
other, or ready-made from Saks or Marshall Field. "Oh, just some little 
thing Christian Dior made up for me, darling," Dominique Carter would 
say casually. "He's such a dear."

Now as she sat on the couch in front of the movie screen, Mrs. Carter's 
hand slipped casually out of hers and rested just as casually on 
Ellen's full firm thigh. Ellen didn't mind. Dominique was like a 
secondary mother to her, or a fairy aunt. And she was a perfectly 
normal girl in that her primitive, vague and immature yearnings were 
oriented only towards the male sex. At the tender age of thirteen, 
while of womanly proportions already, Ellen still knew nothing at all 
of lesbianism, and scarcely much more about ordinary sex.

The innocent young girl glanced across at Maxwell Carter, who was 
sitting sidewise across from them, on the other long black leather 
couch, apparently deep in thought, his usual urbane and distant self as 
the motion pictured droned on.

But why had they picked her upon which to lavish all this attention and 
praise? Dominique Carter was constantly buying her "some little thing;" 
her mother didn't seem to mind. Perhaps it was all due to the fact that 
the Carters had no children of their own.

But that didn't seem quite right, either. Dominique Carter was 
certainly young enough to have children, even though she was too svelte 
and sophisticated to seem exactly the motherly type. And with a 
gorgeous statuesque figure like hers, Ellen imagined that her husband 
probably found no end of excuse to do with her what it was that men did 
with women for the purpose of impregnating them. She certainly could 
not believe that the Carters were anything less than normal. Mr. 
Carter's virility was a palpable flavor in the air, while Dominique had 
an aura of such worldly sensuality that Ellen only hoped that some day 
she could equal that masterful air of feminine confidence which 
suffused everything Dominique did. If only ...

"Look at this," Maxwell whispered across to them. Handsome stepped over 
to Ellen and laid his furry snout in her lap, gazing up at her with 
what appeared to be adoring eyes. It was not in her youthful innocence 
to perceive any sensuality in the handsome brute's face. Handsome was, 
after all, just a dog.

"Terrific," Maxwell muttered.

Ellen blinked and she struggled to focus. As usual, the surroundings in 
the Carters' enormous den were so restful that she had quite drifted 
off with her pubescent daydreaming. She realized now that she had been 
paying scarcely any attention at all to the movie, although it appeared 
to be an interesting one. The mood of dcor in the Carters' library-den 
as usual, had tended to act as a mild soporific on her teenage 
sensibilities. The ancient prints on the walls, the long hanging red 
tapestries, the abundance of leather, wood, and fine Mediterranean 
tooling workmanship in everything -- from mantel piece to chair arm to 
carpeting to bookcase -- the high covered windows, everything gave one 
a feeling of having settled into a warmish, quiet cocoon conducive to 
thoughtful meditation. Then the incense that the Carters were so fond 
of lighting was another factor. She invariably found herself becoming 
slow and lazy in this room, in particular when they showed films. Her 
mind just seemed to drift off.

But now Mr. Carter's verbal notations had served to waken her 
observation, and what she observed was more than she bargained for.

The sort of films the Carters usually showed her were Mary Poppins' 
sort of things, with the occasional violent western thrown in for good 
measure. They had never shown her anything even the most wee bit sexy. 
And yet she realized now that what she was seeing in Straw Dogs had 
some very strong sexual overtones. In particular where the young man's 
wife -- the American man's wife -- appears at the window with her 
healthy young breasts showing, before the trio of workmen working on 
the garage roof of her husband's new house.

And what Mr. Carter was now pointing out was apparently a rape scene, 
for the big blond man was in the American's house while he was away, 
and he was slapping his pretty blonde wife and making her take her 
clothes off.

Ellen started as she realized what was happening to herself right here 
in this room. Mrs. Carter was gently stroking her skirted thigh with 
her thumb, and Handsome had nuzzled his nose deeply in her lap, almost 
brushing her panty-covered loins, but she didn't notice any of that. 
What really set her mind and her loins aglow was the realization that 
the big young man in the film had actually put his penis into the 
beautiful blonde young housewife!

Ellen gasped and put her hand to her sultry red mouth. She couldn't 
really believe this was happening, before her very eyes! For the pretty 
housewife, the nipples of her breasts showing in the most blatant way, 
seemed actually to be undergoing sex as the handsome man stuffed his 
long thick thing up inside of her belly, working it around with 
agonizing slowness. And a few seconds later, when the housewife 
obviously came, it was the most intoxicating experience Ellen had ever 
witnessed in her entire young life!

"She seemed to enjoy that, didn't she?" Dominique asked silkily, her 
voice a soft essence wafted against Ellen's shell-like smooth ear.

"Well -- I --" stammered Ellen, unable to know what to say, at a total 
loss. She had never before ever actually seen anyone having sex. Her 
loins seemed to be full of butterflies. The man in the film had 
obviously made love to the beautiful blonde housewife in the film, and 
clearly she had enjoyed it.

"Don't be pushy, Dom," came Maxwell Carter's understanding baritone 
from the other couch. "After all, Ellen's only thirteen years old. 
She's just a child."

Exactly the sort of statement calculated to put any teenager on the 
defensive and eager to prove that she could be as sexy as any grown 
woman.

Ellen rose to the bait. Smarting under Mr. Carter's patronizing tone, 
she instinctively sat up straighter in order to thrust out her proudly 
uplifted breasts. Her long blonde curls danced in back of her 
shoulders. "I am not such a child as all that, Mr. Carter," she 
insisted through her sensuously pouting lips. "I know all about sex, 
you know."

Carter could not repress a faint little smirk at their perty prey's 
behavior. "From biology books in school, no doubt," he said wryly, 
clinking his ice around in his highball glass as he goaded her still 
further. "And I thought we agreed that you would call me Maxwell, 
Ellen."

"Maxwell, then," she stammered, flustered. "Well, no, not from biology 
books -- that is ..."

"Where then, dear?" asked Dominique, pressing her hand affectionately 
around Ellen's.

"Well, I -- that is ... the girls at school ... my mother ... oohhhhh 
..." Her voice trailed off as she focused again on the sexual action on 
the screen. Something had happened! A second man had appeared with a 
knife and had forced the first man to force the housewife to submit to 
something else. It appeared as if the second man was doing something 
behind her. But what? It was all so confused. She wasn't sure if she 
could make out anything very clearly, really.

"Looks like he's sodomizing her," Maxwell Carter said casually.

"He's what?" Ellen asked, mystified.

"Sodomizing her, darling," said Dominique, pressing her hand warmly 
again. "That's a form of sex -- probably the most satisfying there is."

Ellen's eyes screwed up. How did they get to talking about sex all of a 
sudden? Even though the Carters spoke with easy authority, she had the 
subtle feeling that something was not quite right in their 
conversation. And as for this sodomizing business, if that was the best 
sex, how come she hadn't heard anything about it? Her mother certainly 
hadn't said anything about it.

But anyway that scene was quickly over and then her embarrassed 
confusion subsided again. Everything returned to normal. The warmish 
feeling in her loins gradually pulled back like a receding wave from a 
tropical shore.

There was in the remainder of the film some really grisly violence of 
fairly standard American variety, but none of it especially disturbed 
her. Then she looked at the lovely platinum watch the Carters had given 
her and exclaimed about the time. She had promised her mother that she 
would be home early. She said a hurried but pleasant good night to the 
Carters and then rushed off into the darkness of the evening.


Chapter 2.
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"That little cunt has cost us a fortune," said Maxwell when she had 
gone, his voice thick with disgust as he scratched Handsome's ears.

"I'll say," agreed Dominique, putting out her cigarette in the nearest 
ashtray. Then she began undoing the belt on her robe until it opened 
fully, revealing the sumptuous pears of her high, widely-spaced 
breasts, the molten white belly beneath with its soft nest of auburn 
pussy hair, and the long slender columns of her legs. She lay back on 
the couch and spread her legs open lazily. The big German shepherd 
didn't need any further cue than that. He left his master and hurried 
across the carpet to burrow his nose into his mistress' warmly scented 
pussy. Dominique sighed and ran her fingers over the handsome dog's 
sleek furry head. In another moment the well-trained show dog's tongue 
had lanced out and speared into the quivering pink flesh of her cuntal 
lips, sending a surge of fire burning through her loins and upward into 
the rest of her wantonly excited body right to the very ends of her 
hair.

"Spent a fortune on that fucking tail," Maxwell muttered unhappily 
again, his voice slurring this time. He finished a spare drink on the 
coffee table, then got up and went over to the bamboo-and-leopard skin 
bar to mix himself another.

Dominique's eyes turned dreamy as the big German shepherd's thick red 
tongue began twisting in and out of her cunt like a corkscrew. "Maybe 
we should use our more extreme procedure, lover," she croaked huskily, 
her eyes fluttering with passion.

"We don't dare," said Maxwell, corking a bottle and shaking his head. 
"She's only thirteen years old. Any seduction has to be of her own 
accord. She has to come to us with her eyes wide open. She has to 
seduce herself. Any other course would be strictly suicide."

"In that case, it's time to leave it with Handsome, lover."

"Probably." Maxwell Carter looked over at the powerful dog whose tongue 
was dredging his wife's wetly surging vagina like a steam shovel 
excavating Roman finds. Handsome was always the court of last resort; 
and he had never failed them yet.

Still, though, this was a tricky one. A thirteen year old gorgeous 
blonde of total innocence. A real challenge! He couldn't remember when 
before they had encountered such striking blonde wholesomeness. He 
wanted to see her long, satiny blonde hair cascading over a pillow to 
form a cushion for her pretty head as he moved upward through her 
widespread thighs with his warmly throbbing cock working slowly through 
the moist tendrils and wetly sucking lips of her young virginal cunt, 
fucking the shit out of the sweet little bitch; he coughed at the 
thought.

Ellen Winthrop had the body of a lush young Venus, and it had been all 
Maxwell could do to control his hands in the months they had known her. 
Fortunately his head had ruled his heart. Finesse always proved the 
most potent master in the end; and it was lasting. Rape seductions 
occasionally worked out, but there was always the danger that they 
might not. Particularly with one so young, where the aspect of painful 
entrance might assume sizable proportions.

He closed his eyes, considering her lushly ripened breasts whose rose-
tipped nipples appeared so prominent even through her brassiere and 
sweater combined. The child had a slender, girlish waist, luscious 
round hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long, full-swelling thighs. Her 
breathtakingly curved calves tapered down into thin, well-formed 
ankles. And over all of that, her wealth of shining blonde hair. Just 
one reel of her being taken from behind by Handsome could make a 
fortune for them. And if that fiercely kissable, sultry young mouth 
could ever be coaxed into wrapping itself around the dog's enormous 
pulsating red cock --! Ellen had an almost classical, dainty Greek 
nose, with a lower lip that protruded in an almost perpetual little-
girl pout, a round dimpled chin, and a soft, slightly tanned ivory 
complexion. To see that pretty young face energetically sucking on 
Handsome's throbbing, richly-veined penis would be a treat no 
reasonable buyer could refuse. They had to get her at all cost!

Downing his drink swiftly, he went to the secret panel on the wall of 
the library, where he pressed a button and a hidden videotape camera 
came sliding into view from one corner of the ceiling. It hissed and 
clicked as it focused on Handsome's lavish oral attention he was giving 
to his lovely auburn-haired mistress Dominique, who was already 
hurtling through her first orgasm of the evening with a gurgling cry of 
delight that made the heavy drapes on the high windows of the library 
seem to tremble.

*  *  *  *  *

Three houses down on Kenwood Lane from the Carters, the cute teenager 
had already dozed pleasantly off on the two-seater sofa in her bedroom, 
her long legs curled up underneath her. She had meant to take a nice 
hot bath before retiring, but she had gotten so caught up in her third 
re-reading of Jane Austen's Wuthering Heights -- which she thought was 
the most romantic novel ever written, next to Little Women, that she 
had quite dozed off. This was not so uncommon; she frequently fell 
asleep reading some nice romantic story, though usually only in bed.

But now she had suddenly bolted upright to a sitting position. She had 
been awakened by a noise from down the hall. It sounded like the 
muffled squeal of some animal being put to slaughter. At first she had 
heard it as merely a part of her dream, but when it had come again, 
more forcefully, it had jarred her into alertness.

Something was wrong in her mother's room, she was sure of it. Other 
muffled sounds were echoing through the thick wall also. Sounds that 
were not familiar to her, but which seemed to be cries of terror and 
pleading. She looked at her watch. It was still early. She had probably 
not been asleep very long, even though it had seemed so.

She got up groggily from the sofa and drifted over to the bed, trying 
to analyze the nature of what she was hearing. She didn't want to make 
a fool of herself if nothing was wrong. Perhaps her mother merely had 
the television on too loud. Or it could be that she had gone to sleep 
early and was having a nightmare herself.

There was silence then for a long moment, and then another sound, this 
time of movement. It sounded as though something were being thrown 
bodily onto a squeaking bed. She could not be certain, of course. Her 
mother's bedroom was separated from her own by the main bathroom.

Not switching on the lamp, she made her way through the darkness to the 
door, pressing her ear tightly against it in order to listen better. 
There was the unmistakable sound of a heavy, dragging movement 
somewhere. She thought also she could hear whimpering but it was 
impossible to tell for sure.

She hesitated for a moment, not sure just what to do. Certainly if 
something were drastically wrong, her mother would scream. She would 
certainly hear that, if she did. She listened intently, waiting 
silently, her hand frozen on the doorknob.

There was a long low moan coming softly discernible from the other side 
now. This convinced her! Her mother might be ill and unable to move for 
some reason. She hadn't been feeling too well earlier on, and it might 
even be serious. She had been quite distraught when father had died, 
and not quite right since. Perhaps Ellen should take just a quick look 
quietly so as not to disturb her if she were merely having a bad dream.

The apprehensive young blonde stepped into the bathroom between their 
rooms, and then slipped quietly across the tiles to the door to her 
mother's bedroom. Silently, she turned the doorknob and opened the door 
just a crack. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow 
of the bedlamp.

And then her heart leaped in her throat! For there, on the bed, was her 
mother, Amy Winthrop, her long black hair streaming, her naked body 
churning passionately underneath, with a man on top of her!

He was obviously trying to rape her! The man had her pinned to the bed 
and had forced her legs open with his own muscular thighs. Ellen felt 
frozen to the floor. She almost let out a scream but choked it back 
with the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable! She started to shake 
uncontrollably, then bit down hard on her hand to keep from crying out. 
She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there 
helplessly trying to regain her composure. What should she do? She knew 
it would do no good for her to attempt to intervene. And then she might 
get raped as well. Or worse! He might kill them both.

But at the same time she couldn't seem to tear herself away from the 
fiercely lascivious scene. Her own mother! Being fucked! A man had his 
penis inside her! It was ghastly -- but at the same time heart-stopping 
and intoxicating as well. Ellen had only a minimal knowledge of what 
sex was all about, despite her premature development, and her curiosity 
was stronger than her terror in finding her mother was being violated.

So she watched horrified and thrilled all put together, unable to move, 
as her naked mother struggled beneath the twilight-shrouded man on the 
bed. Ellen had a good view of them, although she could not see who the 
man was except that he was naked and wearing only a pair of socks.

By now her mother had her ankles locked tightly around the man's hairy 
thighs as he moved up inside her. Ellen's breath caught and her 
nostrils flared as she watched them, her loins suffusing with a warmish 
kind of sweetness. The man's body rose and fell powerfully between her 
mother's long white legs, pinning them even wider apart on each 
punishing in-stroke. Now Ellen could make out his wetly glistening 
penis as it moved rhythmically in and out of her mother's splayed 
cuntal lips, gobbling it into her as if it were candy, then clinging to 
the thick base as it slid out on the upward stroke.

God, it was immense! Ellen had never seen a man naked like this before, 
not even her father. How on earth could a female take such a huge thing 
up inside her belly? She didn't see how her mother kept it from 
splitting her open.

For a moment the man's penis lay quiet, like a great log, along the 
visibly throbbing vaginal furrow, the two great testicles hanging down 
wickedly from its hairy base. The trembling young girl could see the 
foreskin slipping back over the pulsating purplish tip as it slid down 
along her mother's widespread buttocks, the blood-engorged head 
bursting forth again like some primeval monster crawling evilly from 
its lair. And then the long thick cock slid smoothly forward again, its 
entire wet length again being devoured hungrily by the voracious lips 
of her mother's cunt.

Ellen stood transfixed, her golden hair practically standing on end, 
unable to take her eyes off the lewd spectacle in front of her. She 
could not understand why her mother had stopped struggling underneath 
this brutal monster. Now there seemed to be a continual flow of deeply 
felt incoherent moans from her moistly parted lips. Her naked body 
seemed to be churning in an altogether different manner now. It was 
almost as if her mother actually wanted that enormous penis to be 
sawing in and out of her.

Ellen found herself breathing more rapidly in a growing excitement. She 
could see clearly the exposed hair-covered vaginal furrow up between 
her mother's trembling thighs. The narrow red slit glistened wetly in 
the dim light, and she could make out the mouth-shaped lips of the cunt 
that seemed even from this distance to be stretched so cruelly apart by 
that lust-thickened shaft of flesh. Even as the thirteen year old girl 
watched, it contracted, opened, and closed like the mouth of a gasping 
fish out of the water.

The man's hand reached down between them on one outstroke, grasping his 
long hard instrument, and raised his buttocks high in the air, pulling 
out until only its bulbous head remained within me sucking mouth of her 
mother's feverishly churning cunt. Ellen watched and listened horrified 
as the muscles of his powerful ass-cheeks tensed, and then he drove 
into her whimpering mother again brutally, sinking his heavily veined 
shaft all the way into her wet gaping channel until only a brief 
stretch of it showed, moist and glistening, jutting out from his hairy 
balls. Ellen winced as her mother's unearthly wailing cry came like the 
scream of a wounded animal, her toes curling up in what Ellen felt 
certain must be some terrible agony.

Now the two nakedly entwined fingers on the bed seemed to be locked in 
a stillness more mobile than motion. Ellen's heart pounded like a 
jackhammer until she was certain everyone on Kenwood Lane could hear 
it. She pressed a fist tightly into her budding young breasts as if to 
dull that thudding sound in her ears.

Gradually the male began a slow rocking motion over her lewdly impaled 
and moaning mother. He withdrew slightly, the thick fleshy penis 
sliding out for several inches, then thrust forward again, grinding his 
hips in order to move it around inside of her tightly clasping vagina. 
Then he withdrew again until the throbbing glans head could be seen by 
the hypnotized blonde teenager. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as 
her mother's long full legs wrapped sinuously, almost affectionately, 
around his naked buttocks, squirming in togetherness under him, her 
heels firming snugly into the cheeks of his buttocks as if she were 
straining to pull him even deeper inside of her.  The cords on the 
insides of her thighs flexed as she pushed her hair-covered pussy back 
up over his moistly glistening penis. Her hollowing buttocks lifted 
several inches off the bed as she struggled upward, desperately trying 
to absorb the entirety of the long thick cock back into the fleshy pink 
folds of her hungry cunt and a wet viscous sound drifted through the 
room each time her pussy slithered up its full length like a cat 
climbing a tree trunk. Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up 
and down his heavily ridged manhood, and his swaying testicles slapped 
in time against the puckering little anus below.

Ellen gasped, for suddenly her mother began mouthing obscenities as 
well, saying words she had never even dreamed her mother knew, the sort 
of words only "bad" girls used at school. There was no question in her 
mind that if she had ever used such words before her mother, she would 
have been soundly spanked, yet now -- there she was, her own beautiful, 
long-haired brunette mother, leading light of the PTA, the Junior 
Women's League, and the First Episcopalian Church of Winnetka, 
thrashing lewdly in the throes of obscene passion beneath this man, 
uttering words of such ardent filth that Ellen wanted to put her hands 
over her ears against them. Those were forbidden words that brought a 
guilty tingling glow into the pulsing center up between the thirteen 
year old's legs. They drummed incessantly into the watching girl's 
mind, who stood unable to move as if she had been turned to stone. Was 
this the quiet, reserved Amy Winthrop who was her mother, the aloof 
widow who was such a tower of strength to all who knew her? God, if her 
mother could be driven into such insane submission to a man she had 
fought so strenuously only moments before, then maybe it could happen 
to anyone! Maybe even to her, Ellen Winthrop. The bosomy blonde 
teenager felt a slight electric tingle of excitement dart from wall-to-
wall within her palpitating little cunt.

Now she watched thunderstruck as again the man's hand curled beneath 
Amy's nakedly pumping buttocks and the tip of his outstretched middle 
finger circled tantalizingly the rubbery ring of the tightly puckered 
anus. It played there for a long teasing moment that brought another 
tortured groan from the lewdly twisting body beneath him as his finger 
slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared up inside 
her rectum. Mrs. Winthrop's legs kicked out again and there was another 
tortured wail with her toes curling up tightly. Then her legs locked 
over his body again, and her buttocks began pumping savagely over both 
invaders.

Ellen was trembling violently and biting her fist to keep from 
screaming. Was her mother experiencing terrible pain or terrible joy? 
It was impossible to tell. Her helpless ears were literally drenched 
with their sounds of depravity. And then the squeak of bedsprings, the 
moans and groans and huffing hard breathing, the portrait of tangle 
limbs, all combined to ignite smoldering sparks in that most sensitive 
of flesh up between her own legs. By now the itch was driving her 
frantic as much as anything else. She clamped her legs tightly together 
to try to choke off that bursting fire.

As if in a dream, her hands began involuntarily to massage the 
straining softness of her budding young breasts, trapping the trembling 
nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt 
as though she would rip them loose from the full quivering mounds. She 
groaned and found her fingers pressing tightly into her vaginal mound 
and drumming at her clitoris, trying to rub away the terrible sensation 
of need that was raging out of control.

Her long trembling legs scissored open, one foot just sort of dangling 
as she supported herself against the doorjamb. She could feel her own 
hair-lined little pussy slit now moistly palpitating against the tips 
of her fingers which drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of 
her pulsating cunt to the warmish, musky air of the room. With a groan, 
she sunk her outstretched middle finger deep into the warmly throbbing 
mouth of her vagina. The trembling thirteen year old held her breath, 
relieved momentarily, but the moment of relief was brief. For now the 
fire seemed to burn all the more intensely, demanding more to feed its 
obscene hunger. She inserted another finger, then slid, gasping to the 
cold tile floor of the bathroom.

After a second, she drew her knees up into a kneeling position, with 
her firm young buttocks high in the air. The squeak of bedsprings 
became more violent, and she crammed her fingers into the slippery 
moistness of her vagina with a little cry of abandon and in rhythm with 
the couple fucking so savagely on her mother's bed.

The picture of their lewdly locked bodies drove the cute young blonde 
on, and she rocked back on her knees, screwing her fingers deeper and 
deeper into her tightly clasping pussy. She could see the man's huge 
thick cock fucking in and out of her mother's ardently clasping cunt, 
sinking through the soft pussy hair like a greased telephone pole. The 
aroused teenager's fingers became that pole -- and her gasps began to 
match theirs. She wanted, absurdly, everything her mother was getting, 
as immature as she was. Her body was confessing it, betraying her. She 
wanted to be split too, wanted to be fucked, wanted a sperm-bloated 
penis pumping into her own hot searing passage. Her fingers were 
nothing compared to that enormous thick member that was being rammed in 
and out of her mother. She had to have more -- but there was nothing, 
nothing but her own fingers.

She reached up over her nakedly thrashing buttocks with her free hand, 
searching the tight crevice for she knew-not-what. The fingers on her 
ass-cheeks seemed to be magnetized as her mind flashed pictures of how 
the man had stuffed his finger into her mother's rectal passage ... and 
of how the older woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

And then she found her puckered little anal hole. Quickly, the young 
blonde girl rammed one finger up into the tiny opening between her 
moon-shaped buttocks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the 
soft fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her wantonly 
quivering thirteen year old body. She stilled for a moment, then took 
up the lewd rhythm of the couple on the bed, her buttocks lifting high 
off the floor as her long legs braced themselves, she writhed and 
groaned in frustration, and ultimately turned over onto her knees, 
trying to find a more comfortable position.

Now her ripe young breasts were scraping against the floor, her nipples 
brushing tantalizingly against the cool tile. Her long blonde hair 
wafted away on all sides of her voluptuous body, falling eventually in 
a golden pile on the bathroom floor. Wildly erotic tingles of lewd 
pleasure raced through her passion-inflamed loins as she pictured 
herself under the nameless pounding body with the socks. Then her face 
colored crimson as she felt her own orgasm coming -- coming with a 
great roar.

She hung for an insane, lust-propelled moment teetering on the edge of 
the first climax she'd ever experienced, and then her entire sensually 
aroused body convulsed as her liquid passion gushed from around her 
thrusting fingers, covering her hand and wrist, and dripping down onto 
the tiles below. She could feel it running in slick rivulets down the 
inside of her quivering thighs to her bended knees. As her teeth 
chattered through her shattering climax, she was greeted by a sobbing 
shriek and a low male groan from the direction of her mother's bed as 
the writhing joined couple answered her orgasm with one of their own. 
Then there was complete silence except for the gasping, panting 
breathing of the three of them.

Ellen stayed on her hands and knees for awhile, sobbing silently. Her 
buttocks still swaying in the musky air. She couldn't bring herself to 
take her hand away from her glowing young cunt until the last dying 
throbs of climax had been stilled. It seemed eons before her fingers 
finally slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal opening, and she 
rolled over onto her side, clutching her burning breasts, a terrible 
feeling of guilt suffusing her entire trembling being.

She looked up towards her mother's distant bed. It seemed as if the 
couple there were now hurtling towards a second orgasm. Ellen could see 
the muscles cording up on her mother's inner thighs as she struggled 
like a crazed nymphomaniac to get the man deeper inside of her. His 
hands cupped her naked white buttocks with savage strength that cut red 
lines into the smooth, wildly undulating mounds; he squeezed her 
rounded ass-cheeks tightly together, forcing her vagina more snugly 
around the thickness of his thrusting male hardness. Ellen could see 
the thin, ragged edges of her mother's wet sucking pussy clasping it 
tightly like the ovaled mouth of a hungry child around the last banana 
in the world as it moved in and out of her belly.

Her mother's buttocks were grinding faster now, and her groans and 
mewls of animal pleasure had escalated dramatically as the glazed eyes 
of her voluptuous blonde daughter remained glued hypnotically to the 
lewd coupling on the bed. Mrs. Winthrop's wild, demonic upward thrusts 
were met with equal fury by the stranger's pelvis, which drove her even 
more deeply into the mattress with each mighty surge, the loud slaps of 
belly against belly resounding like thunder claps

Ellen held her breath as she watched her mother being fucked with 
increasing viciousness. And then there was a low, unearthly gurgle from 
her mother's throat, and her buttocks began a series of small, 
spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis that was sunk so deeply 
inside her churning white belly. "Aaaggghhh. Ah ... oh ... awweeee ... 
I'm cumming!" Ellen's mother wailed.

At the same time the man groaned again above her, grinding hard into 
her wantonly writhing cunt, his thick fleshy rod beginning to spurt 
again its white milky sperm deep up inside her belly. The creamy rich 
fluid filled her vaginal passage before cascading out around the 
stretched pink lips of her cunt. Ellen watched breathlessly as a tiny 
white stream of it ran down the wide split crevice of her buttocks to 
drop on the mattress below. And then the couple seemed to expire into a 
long, drawn-out sigh, lying very still although still joined.

For a long time nothing seemed to happen, and then at last the man 
rolled off of the older woman and got up, going over to some clothes 
that were slung over a chair.

"I've got to go, Mrs. Winthrop," came the boyish tenor, "or my mother 
will give me hell. I'm supposed to be playing basketball at St. 
Ignatius."

Ellen started, her eyes wide. Oh no! No! She could swear that the "man" 
was Billy Erpsamer, the fourteen year old boy from next door!

But could it be? She watched his huge limp penis dangling as he got 
into his clothes. With the two of them on the bed, it was impossible 
exactly to tell just what the size of the man was. Billy was certainly 
much shorter than her statuesque mother, although he was quite hairy 
for his age. But could that be his enormous penis, swinging so evilly 
like an Arabian scimitar?

Her mother got up from the bed, wrapping a robe around her lushly 
proportioned body, a lazy smile on her lovely face. "And how much do 
you want this time, you wonderful brute?" she asked.

Billy Erspamer -- she was certain it was him now -- grinned. "Ten 
dollars," he said with a smirk.

Ellen watched unbelievingly as her mother went to her purse on the 
vanity, took out a roll of bills and handed it to him. "There's 
fifteen," she said, and then she put her arms around the boy and kissed 
him, obviously working her tongue around inside his cheeks. When the 
kiss broke, she whispered huskily, "You're sure you wouldn't like me to 
suck your cock, darling?" and reached down to stroke the thick bulge in 
his Levi's.

Billy shook his head. "No thanks, Mrs. Winthrop. I'd like to, but my 
mother'll kill me if I'm late. No fooling! Maybe next time." And then 
he picked up his jacket and went for the door.

Her mother tailed after him, grabbing him one more time before he could 
get away, by the neck this time. "You do respect me, don't you, 
darling?" she asked.

"Sure, sure I do, Mrs. Winthrop. You know I do. Now come on, I've 
really got to get going. My mother'll kill me."

The older woman shrugged. "All right," she said, letting him out into 
the corridor, and then as an afterthought, whispered, "But use the back 
stairs. My daughter's asleep. Good night, dear."

Crawling through the darkness on all fours, slinking across the floor 
like the snake she felt like, Ellen finally managed to make it back to 
her own bedroom. She flopped down into her bed with tears of 
uncertainty rolling down her cheeks like beads of glass. The troubled 
young girl was almost glad that her father wasn't alive; for she knew 
now that her mother had been carrying on like this even before he died. 
She could remember how the older woman had often stayed out late in the 
evening during his lengthy illness, pleading PTA, or other charitable 
work. Well, she certainly seemed to be practicing charity now, thought 
Ellen, choking on her futile tears.

How could she ever face her mother again, after what she had witnessed? 
And after what she had done with herself while she witnessed it? How 
could she look at her mother in the morning over their usual breakfast 
together?

But what could she do? Where could she go? She was too young by far to 
run away from home.

Maxwell and Dominique Carter were her only real friends. She resolved 
to see as much of them as possible from now on. They were 
understanding, worldly people, and would make good substitute parents 
... she could trust them!


Chapter 3.
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In the weeks that followed, the Carters were quite pleased to find 
Ellen visiting them with increasing frequency. Often she stopped by on 
her way home from school, then lingered over a glass of soda pop and 
some ice cream for the longest time. In the evenings she would come by 
again and they would watch TV, films or play scrabble or go to drive-
ins for milk shakes.

Several times they took her ice skating at the big rink in Northfield, 
and despite her voluptuousness Ellen proved to be surprisingly graceful 
on the ice. In the short-short skating skirt her gorgeous long, 
muscular legs were shown off to exciting advantage, and her long blonde 
hair swirled gorgeously on every turn. Maxwell Carter could barely wait 
to sink his teeth into her.

His favorite game, however, was taking Ellen downstairs to shoot pool 
in their game room. For when she leaned over the billiards table he was 
often afforded an intoxicating viewing of her massively swelling young 
breasts as they swayed within her clinging tight sweaters. When she was 
around, his mouth was continually watering and his nostrils flaring.

Not that he wasn't prepared to let his own sexual interests take a back 
seat to the economic concerns of Midwest Films, Inc.

Consequently it was eventually decided between himself and Dominique 
that the time had become ripe and that they could afford to wait no 
longer. Ellen was frequently affectionate, giving both of them hugs and 
kisses on the check before going home, and she had also taken quite a 
fancy to Handsome, their powerful German shepherd. All they needed was 
to time her initiation properly and they felt sure that there would be 
no fuss whatever.

But the timing was, nonetheless, important.

They decided, finally, to pursue her in a manner that had been 
successful with numerous other reluctant conquests. A combination of 
preying on her immaturity and the natural wish of every over-developed 
teenager to appear older than her years, and sophisticated, and the use 
of drugs and lewd motion pictures as well. Eventually she would become 
so aroused that she would no longer be able to control herself. At 
least, that was the plan.

Meanwhile the virginal golden Ellen suspected nothing. She felt 
affectionate towards the Carters, and she dearly loved Handsome, but 
she hadn't even fingered again since the evil night she had caught her 
mother with Billy Erspamer ... not that the thirteen year old hadn't 
been tempted! She had resolved that she would struggle to retain her 
purity in order to counterbalance her mother's fall from grace. The 
Winthrop family of Kenwood Lane would at least have her balancing it in 
a world that was too evil to survive much longer.

By visiting the Carters frequently, she seemed to acquire some of their 
strength of personality. They were so good -- if worldly -- that she 
came to believe that she could rely upon their judgment utterly. Surely 
they hadn't become so rich by not having any sense. So she studied 
everything Dominique Carter did, and Maxwell Carter, too. She wanted to 
be just like them. Her mother she merely tolerated. The chasm between 
then widened daily.

It was this innocent trust that prevented Ellen from developing any 
inkling or suspicion of what fate the Carters really had in mind for 
her. As a result, she accepted with alacrity when they suggested one 
evening that she spend the weekend at their house. They had plenty of 
room, and they did have such fun together. It would be lovely fun.

Her mother agreed with what Ellen considered to be uncharacteristic 
alacrity, and the young girl readied herself. She got a little bag of 
her things and toilet articles together, and went over to the Carters 
almost immediately after coming home from school on Friday.

The afternoon seemed to go along in a relatively mild, innocuous 
fashion. At dinner they explained to her that they were celebrating 
Maxwell's birthday with champagne.

Ellen had never drunk champagne before, nor for that matter any 
alcoholic beverage, but she didn't want to offend her two good friends, 
and in particular she didn't want to seem childish and immature. For if 
she refused to drink she knew they would seize upon that to make light 
fun of her in a good-natured way, and she didn't want that. She wanted 
to live up to their sophisticated company in every way.

So she drank. And the bubbles went right to her head, making her cough 
and sputter. What a good laugh they all had over that.

And then Maxwell offered her the cigarette.

It appeared to be no more unusual than any other cigarette, set in 
white paper with a gold lipstick end and some sort of filter. "Well, if 
you're old enough for champagne now," he laughed, "you're entitled to a 
first cigarette as well. Go on, it won't bite you."

"Oh, but I --"

And then Dominique's face turned more stony than Ellen had ever seen it 
before. The older woman blew smoke out through her nose and looked at 
Ellen frightfully, and the pert teenager realized that the weekend 
could become very unpleasant if she was going to hold onto her 
childishness much longer. And anyway, who was it who had warned her of 
smoking? Her mother, whose opinion could scarcely count for anything 
now.

So she allowed Mr. Carter to light up the cigarette and she took a slow 
but even puff on it.

To her surprise, she didn't even cough, and in fact the smoke, coming 
on the heels of the champagne, seemed to have quite a heady effect on 
her. With the second puff she began to feel very lightheaded indeed, 
and she was very much ready to retire to the living room when it was 
suggested.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand when she had finished 
the first, and although she didn't want to add to her escalating 
tipsiness, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. As she drank, she 
could hear the servants finishing off in the kitchen and dining room 
somewhere, and finally there was silence from that direction with a 
series of doors being slammed. The three of them were alone again in 
the big house. Handsome nuzzled his furry snout against her party 
exposed thigh and her fingers played affectionately around her ears.

Maxwell Carter had started the stereo, and, as they relaxed over their 
drinks and cigarettes, the most sensual music seemed to waft through 
the air of the living room-cum-library. By now the pungent sweetness of 
the smoke seemed to hang very heavy as well. It seemed to Ellen that 
the scent of that smoke was exceptionally honeyish, but she was not 
experienced enough to know what that meant, or to distinguish it from 
ordinary smoke.

"Time for our evening movie," Maxwell whispered, and then he 
disappeared behind them and could be heard doing something in the 
projection room. In another moment the library's lights had dimmed, the 
screen had slid down from the ceiling, and white flashes were 
flickering across it as the film began.

The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the 
occasional deep inhalation and exhalation. Occasionally one of them 
coughed as well. And then there was a picture on the screen.

The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one 
side with a large mirror standing near it. While Ellen puzzled at this, 
her empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted. 
She had lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was 
Maxwell or Dominique that had given her the glass. But it didn't 
matter! The cigarette made her thirsty and dreamy, and she poured the 
cool liquid down her throat greedily.

It was nice to have someone looking after her the way the Carters did; 
she loved them as if they were her real parents now. A happy, relaxed 
feeling suffused her voluptuous young body and a soft smile of 
appreciation flooded her sensual face.

On the screen, an innocent-looking young red-head had appeared by the 
bed. She could not have been over sixteen and was the most lovely thing 
Ellen had ever seen. She had a look of loneliness on her face that 
touched Ellen to the depths because she felt all alone too. She 
identified with this beautiful long-haired girl and concentrated on her 
completely.

On the screen, the actress picked up a picture from the dressing table, 
looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to the 
pear-shaped fullness of her proud young breasts outlined so clearly 
beneath the tight black dress she wore. Then she placed the framed 
photograph gently on her pillow and began to undress.

In a close-up, Ellen saw that the picture was that of a handsome 
looking German shepherd. Her beloved pet, no doubt.

Meanwhile, the girl pulled her dress slowly upwards, exposing her high-
set calves and full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk 
stockings, held in place by a dainty lace-trimmed pink garter belt, 
contrasted sharply with the creamy alabaster of her nakedly exposed 
flesh.

"What is this?" Ellen could hear her own voice saying groggily, but it 
sounded too unreal.

Dominique patted her hand gently. "Ssssh, darling. Shhh."

The dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her magnificently-
rounded torso emerged. Then her white brassiere fell to the floor with 
a flick of her fingers and the full grandeur and beauty of her firmly 
ripe breasts swung into view. They stood high and proud, accentuated by 
the lighting in the film. Their turgid little nipples stood out on the 
luscious half-spheres, peaking still higher as the girl raised her arms 
high up over her head, unpinning her long shining red hair and then 
releasing it to cascade softly down over her alluring shoulders.

The girl was almost naked now, in just high unfashionable stiletto 
heels, long black hose and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. She 
turned and bent over slowly, her back to them; then she drew the silken 
panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks -- 
brushing them sensuously along her smooth thighs and calves, and 
finally discarding them at her feet by her dress. She stretched 
languidly and teasingly as she turned front-ward. All of her delicious 
nakedness was exposed now, from her high sumptuously rounded breasts to 
the soft chestnut triangle of her vaginal mound.

Ellen shifted nervously as Maxwell sat down next to her with a fresh 
drink in his hand. Dominique got up to get something in the darkness, 
and Handsome left Ellen's lap and followed slavishly after her.

The thirteen year old blonde had certainly never expected anything like 
this, but the champagne and the cigarette had made her head so giddy 
that she couldn't think of any appropriate comment. And anyway she was 
still conscious of her desire to appear "adult" before the Carters.

The girl in the motion picture lay back on the bed now; she had picked 
up the framed photograph of the German shepherd and was looking at it 
longingly. Ellen gasped aloud as the actress free hand massaged her 
breasts in passionate circles, her fingers tweaking the rubber-eraser 
nipples into throbbing hardness. The girl's legs scissored open and 
closed slowly, exposing the thin teenage slit of her vagina nestled so 
titillatingly inside the curly auburn hair up between her thighs. Her 
naked ass-cheeks twisted back against the mattress as though she were 
trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire was reflected in her 
hotly glowing eyes.

Ellen squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the cushion of the 
sofa brush electrically against the soft swelling of her throbbing 
young pussy. Staring at this unexpected shock, her breath quickened and 
her nostrils flared wickedly.

As she sipped breathlessly the last of her champagne, Mr. Carter lit 
two more thin cigarettes and passed her one. Without thinking, Ellen 
inhaled deeply from hers until she began to cough, and then he took it 
away from her and passed her another full glass of champagne. She could 
feel an unfamiliar tingling in her loins expanding in size as she 
drank.

Gradually, however, she could feel herself beginning to unwind and come 
free of her inhibitions. The heat and excitement of the motion picture 
had begun to stimulate the drugged blonde girl against her will. She 
squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the rounded edge of the 
cushion shoving her skirt and panties up tighter against her pelvic 
area. She rubbed herself gently against it, worming the cushion corner 
directly into her moistly pulsating cunt lips. Her aroused young body 
rocked on it then with an almost discernible rhythm -- in unison with 
the girl in the film. She could feel the wetness spread between her 
thighs as she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the 
cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising 
clitoris through the sheer panties.

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at the Carters to make 
sure they hadn't noticed; apparently they hadn't. Mr. Carter appeared 
to be dragging heavily on his cigarette, and his eyes seemed rather 
glazed. Dominique was lying back on the chaise lounge with Handsome 
nuzzling up between her legs as she stroked his furry ears. The older 
woman's evening gown had slipped up so that her sleek firm thighs were 
visible above the tops of her sheer nylon stockings. Even in this dim 
light Ellen could make out the white band of her panties. Dominique 
seemed unaware of her almost indecent exposure. Her mouth was open with 
intoxicated rapture as Handsome licked along her naked flesh and her 
dreamy glazed over eyes studied the action on the screen.

Ellen leaned back against the couch, careful not to break contact with 
the edge of the cushion pressed so snugly into the heated wet crevice 
up between her fevered young thighs, and found Mr. Carter's fatherly 
arm behind her, waiting. She relaxed against it with a pleasant, 
secured sigh and made no protest as Maxwell's hand came to rest 
casually on her budding left breast. It was wonderful to have real 
parents and a real father again, she thought. The Carters made all of 
life and every day exciting.

The older man pushed the sweet-tasting cigarette between her lips, and 
she took a more careful drag on it than she had last time, so that she 
didn't cough at all, but, instead, felt rather like giggling. The rich, 
masculine scent of Maxwell's cologne filled her nostrils, making her 
loins squirm even more. It had a rich, heady, suggestive odor, and she 
snuggled backward into his arm unthinkingly.

Now the girl on the screen appeared to be writhing with uncontrollable 
lasciviousness on the big bed, as though she were being attacked by 
some unseen lover. She had placed the picture of the dog on the bedside 
table, and both her hands were running over her body as though out of 
control, her fingertips dancing over her taut little belly and coming 
to rest together at the "vee" of her hair-covered loins. She groaned as 
her fingers contacted the moistly glistening slit up between her 
thighs, and pulled her knees up, her toes curling tightly into the 
mattress. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved 
alabaster columns, letting them fall wide open to reveal the pink 
little furrow between. Her fingers moved into her fleshy vaginal lips 
and spread them apart slowly until the wet pinkness was fully visible 
surrounding the hungrily opening cuntal mouth. The half-moons of her 
rounded buttocks shone with sweat which ran down the crevice between 
her ass-cheeks. Her tiny anus nestled quietly, but invitingly beneath 
the swollen cuntal lips.

Ellen gasped with disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her 
outstretched middle finger into her visibly throbbing pussy furrow, 
stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris to a quivering erectness. Mr. 
Carter squeezed her breast tightly as if to reassure her, but, instead, 
this only made Ellen's breathing come faster. She was embarrassed and 
afraid to look at him. It was shameful of her, but his hand seemed only 
to be increasing the fluttering sensation of excitement in her loins. 
She was convinced she had inherited this evil from her mother. How 
could she ever look the wonderful and respectable Carters in the eye 
again? She had to get a hold on herself.

But now she was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of 
the naked young girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers 
worked themselves inside the pink flesh of her tight little cunt, 
slowly widening those seeping vaginal lips. A moment later, she slipped 
her index finger in alongside her middle one and began fucking them 
eagerly in and out of her stretched cuntal opening. Almost frantically, 
her legs jack-knifed backward until her knees pressed against her 
flattened breasts and her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks rose and fell in 
response to her thrusting fingers. The red-headed teenager's facial 
muscles contorted as she added another finger to the two already in her 
tight young cunt and, clenching her teeth, rammed all three into the 
hungry pink folds of pussy flesh. They disappeared with a loud sucking 
noise, and a soft purr of pleasure whispered from the girl's open 
throat.

Ellen tensed with shock, her mouth gaping open in astonishment, and it 
was only Mr. Carter's firm grip on her outsized young breasts that kept 
her fleeing from the room. She knew that she should leave right now, 
but, at the same time, she felt too weak to tear herself away.

Maxwell put the drugged cigarette between her lips again, and once more 
she drew on it deeply. Her feverishly pulsing loins and mind seemed to 
swim with vague, undefined warmish desires. She wanted to flee, but she 
wanted to stay, too. She wanted ... oh, she didn't know what she 
wanted.

Maxwell Carter made her take another sip of champagne. It was difficult 
to be sure, but it seemed as if his hand had begun a gentle kneading of 
her pulsating breast. A passion of indefinable desire was raging out of 
control up between her legs, and she felt so strange that she wanted to 
rip off all her clothes ... do something!

Abruptly, she realized she felt the same as the young girl in the film 
must feel. Up there, the other teenager on the screen now seemed to 
have become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she 
writhed in complete wantonness beneath her own fingers, fucking eagerly 
in and out of the wetly glistening hole up between her legs. The lewd, 
rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure and sighs of delight from deep in 
her lust-constricted chest as her fingers sank into the tight pink 
opening, making moist sucking sounds when they withdrew, only to be 
thrust back in again and again.

Her face was mottled as she strained for orgasm and she groaned with 
sexual frustration as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her 
teenage little cunt. Her reddish chestnut hair lolled from side to side 
in a gorgeous mass beneath her straining face as she arched her back 
and buttocks up off the bed ...

And then Ellen's eyes widened dramatically and her awe-struck mouth 
dropped open, her jaw helplessly slack. For, entering the film suddenly 
from one side of the screen was the most powerful-looking German 
shepherd she had ever seen in her life ...


Chapter 4.
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The girl in the motion picture screamed as she saw the dog, her eyes 
widening in terror. She tried to lower her legs and roll off the bed, 
but the enormous German shepherd growled menacingly, and she froze with 
her fingers still deeply embedded within her passion-drenched pussy, 
her thighs spread wide and her knees almost touching her large, up-
thrusting young breasts.

"Rex!" she cried, her lower lip trembling. "You knew Shep is away, you 
bad dog! And you're his brother, too. You should be ashamed of 
yourself!"

But the huge dog made another guttural noise, and the helpless red-
headed teenager quivered with fear. The dog's great panting head, its 
long red tongue lolling out mindlessly, was only moments above her 
defenseless upturned loins.

Ellen gasped as the gigantic animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed 
Carter's arm tightly, scarcely noticing the dig of his fingers into the 
softness of her quivering young breasts. The dog's ardent rush 
frightened her to death.

"Oh ... no! Mr. Carter," she breathed huskily, "What's he going to do 
to the poor girl?"

"You'll see," her protector grinned. "You'll see, child. But don't be 
frightened. Because she's going to love it. You'll see! Rex is a well-
trained dog, and he's always kind to little girls."

Ellen felt desperately that she ought to leave, but a shivering 
lassitude had swept through her trembling legs, and she was afraid that 
she would be unable to stand. At the same time, the sheer helplessness 
of the girl lying with fear beneath the ferociously snarling dog was 
fascinating for some reason understood only in the fiery pit of her 
stomach. She felt a surge of emotion within her churning belly that was 
totally unlike any other feeling she had ever known before. It was as 
if her wetly throbbing vagina was full of butterflies. The lewd thought 
of this monstrous beast doing whatever he wanted to the naked, 
defenseless girl sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling 
electrically through her virginal thirteen year old flesh, and goose 
pimples erupted all over on her ordinarily satin-smooth skin.

She took the fresh glass of champagne from Mr. Carter and downed it 
with one nervous gulp. By now her fascination with the lewd scene 
before her was counterpointed only by the dizziness which had begun to 
make the room swirl around her.

She relaxed once more against Maxwell Carter's arm, her eyes still 
glued to the increasingly obscene movie. She did not seem to notice, 
nor did she resist, as his hand moved underneath her sweater, then 
inside her tightly clasping white brassiere to cup the firm softness of 
her proud young breast. Nor did she say anything when she felt the 
surge of pleasure after he trapped one small nipple gently between 
thumb and forefinger. She understood vaguely what was happening, but 
she liked Mr. Carter so much and trusted him, that it would have seemed 
unfriendly to protest. Anyway, Dominique was there, so it must be all 
right.

And, besides, it felt so wonderful as her nipples stiffened and swelled 
under his caresses. The teenage blond squirmed tighter down into the 
seat, deliberately pressing the cushion into her passion-drenched 
cuntal crevice. Her lewd fascination with the adventure up on the 
screen held her as if in a hypnotic trance. Meanwhile, the cushion-
rubbing was exciting the ultra-sensitive lips of her wet young pussy. 
She could feel tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her teenage clitoris, 
and she bit her lower lip hard in order to restrict the forbidden 
sensations that were pulsating so strongly up between her golden legs.

Now the giant German shepherd on the screen had lowered his muzzle into 
the red-headed girl's cringing little pussy and was sniffing the 
fragrant pink flesh. His tail wagged and trembled as he became 
increasingly excited. Ellen's startled eyes alighted on the massive red 
penis that was issuing from the furry pouch between the dog's legs. She 
would never have dreamed that a dog's penis could be so enormous and so 
beautifully tapered to a sharp point;

The teenager in the film moaned with terror as the cold nose made 
contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed visibly and then the 
dog began licking wetly up and down the sweat-streaked crevice around 
it, his tongue-tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

The red-head tried to squirm away, but the dog snarled menacingly again 
and began greedily lapping at the hair-lined pink slit up between her 
trembling thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from 
the tight-closed little pucker of her anus, up over the flushing fluted 
edges of her cunt and then over the erect little clitoris. His great 
tongue spread through the fleshy layers like a knife through soft 
butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, 
pausing sporadically to curl its way like a drill deep inside her 
glistening cuntal folds. The helpless girl thrashed and squirmed under 
this bestial lapping of her churning loins, and then low moans of 
obscene pleasure began issuing in an endless stream from her lust-
contorted lips.

Ellen shuddered from the sexual stimulation she was receiving through 
every pore in her sensually awakening young body. The pull of the 
forbidden and the illicit was very strong, stronger than her 
undeveloped mental will. She gasped at the change coming over the 
writhing young girl on the bed. Her frightened sobs had changed to soft 
mews of involuntary pleasure -- pleasure she did not want and had 
obviously set her mind against. But that slithering thick tongue had 
forced her into a state of mindless delight, and she obviously could 
not resist. She raised her hands in indecision for a moment above her 
nakedly thrashing flesh, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.

With a guttural sound of animal hunger, she kicked her legs back up 
over her head and pulled his nose forward in her wetly throbbing cunt. 
His long red tongue immediately thrust up her moist passageway, 
ravishing her up-thrust loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks 
of wanton pleasure streamed from her lips; she pleaded with and 
alternately encouraged the dumb animal salivating between her 
rapturously grinding ass-cheeks. He licked at her like the savage beast 
he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on to further 
obscenity ...

Ellen heard a groan from Dominique and tore her eyes from the lewd 
spectacle in the film. Her feeling of shock and amazement widened, for 
Dominique had both of her elegant long legs spread very wide, her dress 
now bunched up over her hips, as Handsome nipped and bit at her flimsy 
white panties. They came off in shreds in his teeth, and Ellen shivered 
in frightened excitement as the dog's enormous tongue lapped upward 
into the shining wet folds of his mistress' vagina.

A warning bell sounded in Ellen's subconscious. She knew that she 
should run away from this wicked place and these lewd stimulations 
before her body succumbed to the urgent hunger pulsating through it. 
But then another groan from the lurid motion picture dragged her 
drugged mind from all reasonable considerations once more.

Now the dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's moistly 
glistening pussy in order to nose her over onto her stomach in servile 
surrender. All resistance obviously had evaporated under that maddening 
tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her eagerly quivering pussy. She 
was completely enslaved by the German shepherd panting over her. Her 
nakedly trembling body was spread-eagled face down on the bed as the 
huge head lowered again and the thick tongue slithered into the exposed 
crevice between the moaning girl's rounded ass-cheeks. She ground her 
buttocks toward him lasciviously as she reached back to spread the 
ivory globes and provide full access to her tiny puckering anus.

The tongue lashed her for another long vivid moment, and the salacious 
spectacle caused Ellen to feel the aching hunger spread upward from her 
warmly tingling cunt into her passion-swollen breasts. She was panting 
now for breath as she squirmed down harder against the cushion, pushing 
the wetly swollen lips of her passion-seared pussy against the ridge of 
material as if to quench the terrible fire there. Mr. Carter's hands 
caressing her throbbing young breasts both thrilled and frightened her. 
She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hands 
moved only as far as his, her fingers running gently through its thick 
black hairs, and then fell back, lifeless, into her lap. Feeling as 
though she were about to explode, her glassy eyes reverted again to the 
film, hoping to find relief by looking at something else.

The German shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's 
naked loins, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the 
mattress. Ellen's eyes widened in disbelief as the head lifted, raising 
the red-head's buttocks. The girl knelt obediently, elevating her 
trembling white ass-cheeks, bending in abject surrender. The relentless 
tongue had lashed her into servile defeat; crushed her resistance with 
its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs.

Ellen's breath was coming in a continuous series of open-mouthed gasps. 
Each lewd event taking place before her virginal eyes seemed more 
astonishing than the last. The girl in the movie was now on all fours, 
and the huge dog was mounting the spread rounds of her buttocks, its 
paws on her back, his enormous red penis slipping and sliding within 
and over those two glistening white globes of flesh. The glistening 
scarlet organ seemed to be dripping some sort of liquid as the tapered 
cock-tip danced erotically in her anal crevice. The huge beast 
staggered and shifted, struggling to bury his thick animal shaft within 
the red-headed teenager's submissively kneeling body.

The girl looked back, sobbing, in what appeared to be excitement and 
fear, as she shifted her softly undulating young buttocks in order to 
capture the lengthening animal rod, striving to sheath the dog within 
her voraciously grasping vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find 
her temporally relaxed anus, and attempted to enter. But the girl 
managed to evade this indelicate prod, and the German shepherd returned 
energetically to the attack. At last the thin point of his penis slid 
underneath into the soft, hair-nested cuntal crevice, rubbing her 
clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted startlingly 
with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading 
her glistening vaginal lips wider as his still unhoused cock slid 
through them.

Ellen held her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening. Maxwell 
Carter's hands seemed to be all over her own excitedly heaving breasts 
now, but she didn't notice anything except the volcanic upheaval in her 
hot young cunt and the action on the motion picture screen. The dog was 
still attempting to skewer the moaning red-headed girl on his huge, 
dripping instrument. He growled in frustration as the girl, in 
desperation, reached behind her and grasped the long slippery organ. 
Her eyes closed in lust, she guided the German shepherd's cock into her 
moist pink slit until the dog began a furious fucking motion that made 
her cry out with joy and pain combined as his incredibly long penis 
disappeared up into her tight little cunt.

Ellen was beyond belief or disbelief. Everything had become too 
incredible. The dog shuddered forward and buried his shaft of animal 
flesh deeply up into the teenager's writhing cuntal orifice. It 
slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his 
hairy balls swinging in with a loud slap beneath her wide-spread 
thighs. A moan of relief broke from her joy-twisted lips as she moved 
rhythmically backwards to meet each new thrust of the panting and 
slavering dog. His forelegs trapped her waist, and she began to 
undulate her naked young body and buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning 
herself wantonly to this delicious animal fucking. Her face was 
contorted with rapture and her swaying breasts danced erotically 
beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's skewering cock 
as it buried itself relentlessly like a hot poker up inside her taut 
little belly.

The burning sensation in Ellen's bubbling cunt was increasing madly 
with each additional second she watched the young girl being ravished 
by the dog. She could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her 
navel down her belly and into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail 
caused her to squirm her throbbing cuntal crevice down in desperation 
against the cushion, the edge rubbing sensuously against the moist 
hair-lined flanges of her own warmly pulsing pussy. She bit down hard 
into her lower lip to repress a groan of pure frustration. Her forehead 
flushed with perspiration and another trickle ran down the fleshy 
valley between her full sensuous breasts which Maxwell had massaged 
into a quivering sensitivity as he clutched her like a man possessed.

Ellen's sexual nerves wen shattered, and her mind whirled in drugged 
indecision. She knew that she ought to flee and that she had already 
gone too far by not protesting when Mr. Carter squeezed and kneaded her 
breasts beneath her brassiere, but she still wanted to show them that 
she was not a mere child -- and, besides, it felt so goo-dd.

Perhaps it would be all right. She could still stop Maxwell Carter if 
he did anything more than caressing her like this. And, anyway, 
Dominique was there, so everything had to be all right.

And then she looked again at Mrs. Carter -- she had fallen back onto 
the couch and was pulling Handsome's snout up into her glistening wet 
pussy by grabbing his ears.

Ellen's face crimsoned. This was really unbelievable. Handsome's tongue 
was actually slapping wetly between Dominique's thighs just like what 
had happened up on the screen. The lewd thought sent another electric 
tingle deep into her belly, and the trembling thirteen year old girl 
could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her 
heart pounded like a tom-tom and it reverberated in her hotly throbbing 
pussy. She was sure Mr. Carter could feel it inside of her softly 
pliant breast which he was digging his tantalizing fingers into.

Her blinking eyes strayed back to the lewdly swaying body of the girl 
in the film. She was kneeling before the grunting and hunching German 
shepherd as he fucked into her wide-open little cunt with his long 
scarlet penis, and she was completely out of her mind with lust and 
shouting obscene encouragement at the dumb beast through her lust-
constricted throat. She was begging him to fuck her harder and to spew 
his animal cum into her cunt. She yelled that she wanted to be filled 
with his burning hot sperm and that was all that mattered. The girl was 
no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, passion-deranged 
flesh begging to be subjugated. She was literally reveling in 
bestiality, and she ground her naked young buttocks back against his 
hairy jerking body just as if she was another dog.

Ellen stared with abject fascination. Rivulets of moisture were 
building in the girl's rotating buttocks as the dog pummeled it. The 
sweat glistened and ran slowly down the backs of her trembling thighs.

Ellen tried to make it appear as if she was merely changing position as 
she ground her own warmly tingling pussy down into the couch, but 
increasingly she suspected that Maxwell Carter was not fooled. And it 
was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration. 
Mr. Carter's hand was kneading her breasts with increasing urgency and 
making her hardened nipples throb mightily with guilty pleasure. She 
snuggled down closer to him, instinctively covering his hands with hers 
in order to conceal his misbehavior from his wife. Handsome was 
continuing to lap loudly at his mistress' pussy, making rapid thrusts 
with his spear-pointed tongue.

Dominique's eyes were glazed with sensuality in the dim light, and she 
ground her pelvis upward into the dog's face with great determination, 
snorting and muttering obscene oaths of encouragement as Handsome 
licked at her wide-spread vagina. Still, Ellen had no wish to test the 
force of the older woman's jealousy, and, truthfully, she was enjoying 
Mr. Carter's expert caresses of her warmly tingling breasts.

Ellen squirmed down harder against the cushion. Mr. Carter had turned 
toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, then slipping 
it up toward the full firmness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily 
at this unexpected gentle touch on her sensitive teenage flesh. Now he 
was pushing up the hem of her skirt; then his searching hand was 
halfway up to her panties before she got hold of herself and blocked 
him by dropping her hand to her lap and tightly clenching her thighs. 
She held on to his wrist, not daring to look at him while her eyes 
darted to the unspeakably unnatural behavior continuing between 
Dominique and Handsome. She tried to ascertain if Mrs. Carter had 
noticed anything between herself and Maxwell, but it was difficult to 
tell. She probably had not, inasmuch as her eyelids were fluttering and 
she seemed totally engrossed in the tongue of her dog so eagerly 
lapping at her own genitals. Still Ellen gradually forced Carter's hand 
back down, pushing her skirt with it until she was completely covered 
again.

But his other hand settled immediately in her lap. She tried to hold 
it, but it was strong and it moved away, kneading the softness of her 
taut little belly under the thin material of her sweater and dropping 
lower to tease the light sprinkling of pussy hair at the base of her 
stomach. His tormenting fingers rotated against her pubic mound but 
were unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed thighs. She 
pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, knowing that he 
would think she was trying to rub the rough edge of the cushion 
secretly into her seeping vaginal slit.

The hot flood between her thighs was so heavy now that it was wetting 
her skirt, and she could feel the warm moisture on her trembling ass-
cheeks as she pressed down harder to feed the lewd pleasure churning in 
her loins and pussy lips. As his fingers gently smoothed her fevered 
flesh, the innocent teenager became confused as to whether or not to 
give way to the fierce waves of pleasure that were washing over her hot 
young flesh. Thus far everything was wickedly enjoyable -- with no 
danger, because Dominique Carter was present. She grasped Mr. Carter's 
wrist -- but did not try further to stop him. Now his fingers were 
moving about freely, teasing her excitedly throbbing vagina and lower 
belly mercilessly through the thin material of her passion-soaked 
panties and skirt.

Ellen closed her eyes and sighing, resigned herself to the delightful 
sensations that were rolling through her pleasure-drenched body. Then 
she gasped in surprise -- for suddenly Mr. Carter shifted his hand from 
her lap to underneath the side of her buttocks. And all the time his 
handsome worldly face watched the film on the screen as if nothing was 
going on.

What could she do? His left hand was now wedged between her ass-cheeks 
and the seat, with his outstretched middle finger working its way 
slowly up between her buttocks cleft to her dampened panties. Now she 
could feel his finger tickling the wildly tingling lips of her wet 
young cunt. If she moved to push him away she would have to drop her 
hand which was concealing his pleasantly kneading fingers on her 
quivering breasts. And any struggle would certainly attract his wife's 
attention.

She dropped one hand slowly to grasp his wrist under her squirming 
buttocks, but that didn't seem to stop him; he merely continued his 
ruthless teasing of her sensitive thirteen year old vagina, his finger 
probing at her moistly pulsing slit through the thin skirt and panties. 
She couldn't do any more without creating a scene, so Ellen resigned 
herself -- with secret relief -- to his lewdly thrilling caresses of 
her virginal cunt.

She squirmed slightly away as his extended middle finger continued its 
gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt up into her 
hotly throbbing crevice. Gushes of shame washed through her at the 
waves of indecent pleasure that were inundating her loins and killing 
her will to resist.

Maxwell's hand became bolder as he sensed the cute blonde girl's 
impending surrender. He hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up 
the backs of her thighs in order to penetrate the soft moistness of her 
nylon panties beneath.

But this was lunacy. She couldn't possibly be enjoying herself: She had 
to resist with everything she had in her. What was happening to her?

Ellen bit down hard into her lower lip, glancing at Dominique again, 
who was moaning with rapture at Handsome's lingual administrations and 
ignoring them completely.

The virginal thirteen year old blonde could feel her skirt rising 
faster now, and she gasped aloud as Mr. Carter's hand was suddenly 
covering all of the wet crotch band of her panties and snaking under 
the elastic leg band to stroke the wetly quivering lips of her pussy. 
She writhed her ass-cheeks down against his finger and held her breath 
for fear a moan of delight might escape her.

Her entire young body quivered as the invading finger tickled the hotly 
lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its slick 
moisture covering the palm of his hand beneath her grinding buttocks as 
it crept inexorably upward into her quaking cuntal crevice.

Maxwell's middle finger was quickly joined by another, and then they 
were moving in tantalizing circles inside of her, expanding her tight 
little vaginal aperture with each titillating rotation. Ellen felt as 
if she were going out of her mind; she didn't see how she could stand 
this loins-shattering teasing for one more second. This rippling fire 
raging so maddeningly throughout her undulating young cunt, together 
with the feeling his fingers fucking up into her hopelessly open and 
vulnerable vagina without mercy, was increased by a hundred-fold by the 
bestial scene in front of her on the motion picture screen, where the 
helpless red-head was being fucked into a moaning mindlessness by the 
big dog. And, oh God, to make everything even worse, this man's wife 
was being licked in the cunt by her German shepherd!

Suddenly there was a loud cry from up on the screen. The other teenager 
was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long reddish 
chestnut hair churning on the mattress. She was in the opening throes 
of a climax, and she screwed her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks back 
greedily against the dog, out of her mind with lust. The enormous 
beast's tongue hung laxly out of the corner of his mouth as he skewered 
into the moaning girl, his saliva dripping all over her glistening 
back. She shrieked with an insane joy and back against him as he 
shuddered forward, driving his long animal cock to the hilt in her 
nakedly gyrating pussy, and began spewing his hot animal cum deep up 
inside her belly, his penis spitting in hard spurts against the back 
walls of her urgently clasping vaginal walls. Ellen watched in 
fascination as the girl began sobbing and her rounded buttocks 
contracted involuntarily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval. A stream 
of viscous white liquid oozed from her snugly clenching young cunt 
which was squeezing the dog's molten red penis. Thin trails of pearl-
colored cum ran down the back of her trembling thighs, and her ass-
cheeks glistened as she pitched forward on her face, exhausted.

Ellen's breath was coming in rasping pants as she watched the German 
shepherd's rapidly deflating cock slip from the girl's mauled passage 
with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the room. The girl had 
passed into a sweet oblivion, and the dog stood above her wagging his 
tail with obvious appreciation, and then lay contentedly down between 
her open legs, his huge muzzle nuzzling gently within the soft hair-
covered "vee" of her ravished loins.


Chapter 5.
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Ellen could not repress a deeply felt sigh of relief as the ending 
titles came up on the film and finally it blanked off into oblivion 
with a slight clicking sound and then the resulting darkness.

The aroused thirteen year old buxom blonde shook out her long honey-
gold hair. She felt all choked up, and could not remember when she had 
ever seen anything so sexually stimulating in her life. To actually see 
a beautiful young girl subjugated by a savage watchdog was far beyond 
anything she had ever imagined or heard of. But what was most amazing -
- the girl had obviously enjoyed it.

She looked around in Dominique and Handsome's direction, but the 
library was darker now, and all she could make out was some labored 
breathing and isolated slurping sounds as the big German shepherd 
continued his relentless lapping of Mrs. Carter's pussy. It was with 
relief and regret that she felt Maxwell's fingers slip from her 
tortured young cunt and his hand slide from beneath her. He got up and 
the couch sagged on her side as he went off to attend to the whirring 
projector. She pulled down her skirt guiltily and tried to shift the 
wetness between her thighs by moving about somewhat.

She turned crimson as the lights went on again and there was her 
vastly-admired Dominique pushing her dress down and forcing Handsome's 
snout away from the naked pink flesh up between her widespread legs as 
if nothing had happened. The blushing blonde girl struggled mightily to 
look as nonchalant as a thirteen year old could look in such 
circumstances. She still dreaded looking foolish before her friends, 
and maybe after all this was just what adults were always doing and 
there was nothing peculiar about it. Certainly her mother's secret 
adventures with Billy had disabused her of some of her illusions.

"Well," said Maxwell Carter, coming back and sitting down beside her 
again as he lit another cigarette. "That was some really hot cunt up 
there, wouldn't you say, Ellen? She'll want nothing but dogs from now 
on, I wager. What do you think?"

Ellen was struck speechless. The cigarettes Maxwell Carter had forced 
between her lips and the bubbly champagne she had drunk all combined 
now to make her feel slightly numb, giddy and nauseous. Then the 
ensuing sensuality had left her loins in a hopelessly churning state of 
unrest and titillation. There had been nothing in her previous 
experience to prepare her for his question.

Dominique and Maxwell laughed condescendingly and Ellen forced a smile. 
She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, and her memory of how 
near she had come willfully giving up her virginity made her blush 
furiously and unable to face Mr. Carter. It was true then! Her mother's 
sensual blood ran hotly in her veins. There was no evading it! A wave 
of revulsion swept over her as she considered how she had allowed Mr. 
Carter to fondle her body during the movie. And Dominique appeared to 
feel no shame whatever over her behavior with Handsome --

What had come over them?

Dominique lay down on the couch again, this time spreading her legs 
wide-open so that Ellen could guiltily glimpse the way her stockings 
were attached to her garters -- with no panties above! She could see 
very clearly the soft nest of auburn pubic hair wherein Handsome had 
been licking; it was still glistening. "Any woman who's had a dog 
doesn't want anything else after that, lover. But Ellen's too young to 
understand that. Why, she's probably still a virgin -- aren't you, 
little sweetheart?"

"Why, I --" The way Dominique said it made her feel so inadequate, so 
inferior. She wanted to protest somehow.

"Ellen's just like a head of lettuce," joked Maxwell Carter. "Cold and 
green."

"Well, then it's time she learned," said Dominique. She grabbed 
Handsome's ears and pulled his snout back up between her open legs. 
"Once you've had your cunt lapped by one of these animals -- especially 
Handsome -- I guarantee you'll never think of anything else, Ellen. And 
once he's fucked you -- you won't be able to think of anything else, 
period."

Cunt. Fucked. Oh God, why did they use these terrible words that Ellen 
had always been taught were dirty? Only bad girls at school used such 
words. And yet tonight she was finding them stimulating. She couldn't 
deny the new wash of hot fluid through her loins as these erotic words 
were brought into play.

"I -- I think I'd better go home now," she stammered awkwardly, 
summoning all of her courage through all of her fear. Tears were 
forming in the corners of her bright blue eyes.

"Oh for God's sake, Ellen," Mr. Carter said impatiently. "You've got to 
stop behaving like a little baby."

"Or we just won't invite you here any more," echoed Dominique, lowering 
the boom.

"I saw you rubbing your hot little pussy down against that seat like 
your cunt was on fire, young lady," Carter went on. "You're not fooling 
anyone here."

"I saw it, too, Maxwell," said Dominique. "And I also noticed that you 
had your finger up inside her steaming little cunt as well."

Ellen gasped at the realization that Dominique had seen her 
shamelessness. She dropped her face in her hands, sobbing piteously, 
unable to believe she had fallen so far in such a short time!

Suddenly she felt Dominique's slender fingers in her long blonde hair 
and on her cheeks, smoothing the tears away.

"There there, dear," the older woman said above her. "It's nothing to 
get upset about. All real women feel a need to fuck when a handsome man 
like Maxwell slides his finger up inside their pussy. It's only 
natural. Come on now, let's dry our tears. Maybe it's best if we 
freshen up a bit."

Dominique took the ashamedly weeping young girl's hand and led her 
gently out of the library and across the foyer to the bathroom. Her arm 
draped sympathetically over the teenage blonde's shoulder as she 
sobbed. Once in the powder room she made a cold washcloth and pressed 
it gently to Ellen's forehead.

"There dear, does that feel better?"

Ellen groaned with self pity and threw herself into her adult friend's 
arms. "Oh, Dominique, I'm so ashamed. I -- I don't know what came over 
me!"

Dominique laughed. "Don't be silly, darling. All it means is that 
you're growing up. But you'll be grown up even more once you stop 
feeling ashamed of her body and what it needs. You're a big girl, now, 
Ellen, and you've got to learn that there's nothing evil about enjoying 
sex. So just swim with it, darling. Let it carry you along."

Dominique patted her shoulder. "Now get a hold of yourself. Let's not 
spoil what was developing into a perfectly lovely evening."

Ellen agreed reluctantly and they managed to get her cleaned up. Then 
they returned to the library. The lushly proportioned teenager blushed 
at the thought of having to face Mr. Carter again after what she'd let 
him do, but she decided to fight childishness and try to be more adult 
the way the Carters wanted. They were, after all, her friends, and had 
made her happier in Kenilworth than anybody else she knew.

Mr. Carter had put on some soft stereo music and that did help to make 
her feel more relaxed. Although a deep sense of shame continued to 
pervade her being that resisted all attempts at ouster.

But one would never have known from Mr. Carter's demeanor that anything 
had happened between them. He looked perfectly casual as he sipped his 
Scotch and passed her a Coca-Cola. She was grateful that they weren't 
any longer giving her champagne, as she was afraid she might pass out 
if she had any more. She was feeling decidedly woozy. The curious-
tasting cigarettes they had given her hadn't worn off either, nor had 
the furious tingle in her loins. She felt light-headed as a flower. 
Then she glanced over Mr. Carter's shoulder to where he was spreading 
out some photographs in front of him on the marble-topped coffee table.

And the young girl gasped, almost dropping her-Coke. For the first 
picture she focused on showed a woman's face in a strained circle 
around a man's hardened penis.


Chapter 6.
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She had heard of women who did this, and had even heard some rough 
girls joking in the school toilet about it, but she had never expected 
to actually see someone doing such an obscenely wicked thing. The 
woman's mouth was stretched so wide Ellen wondered how she kept from 
choking on the huge penis, for her lips were locked on the thick shaft 
of male flesh as if they would never let go. The part exiting from her 
mouth was heavily ridged with blue veins. God, the young teenage blonde 
could almost feel it pulsating in her own suddenly salivating mouth.

A ripple of excitement coursed through Ellen's loins as she considered 
its size. She clasped her legs tightly together and wondered 
involuntarily what it would be like to have something that big shoved 
up inside her little vaginal opening. She breathed with hurried, guilty 
excitement as Mr. Carter flipped over the next photograph. In this one 
the same woman was sitting on a sofa with her feet flat on the floor 
and her legs spread wide apart. A German shepherd had his snout between 
her thighs, and Ellen could see very clearly his long red tongue 
curling into the flushing pink lips of her vagina. The girl's mouth 
gaped at the lewd sight. This was exactly what Handsome had been doing 
to Dominique, what the dog had done in the movie. Despite her best 
will, the sight of this depraved act was fiercely exciting. She could 
feel a hot moistness seeping again through her pussy lips as she took a 
nervous sip from her Coke. Her hands were trembling.

"Like that, huh?" Maxwell Carter asked, a devilish smirk on his face as 
he held up the picture.

"Well, I --" Ellen was becoming confused again. She could not think of 
the right things to say. The entire aura of sensuality in the house had 
so permeated her impressionable young being that she could no longer 
accurately define what was right and what was wrong.

She could feel the lewd stirrings in her loins beginning all over 
again, and she involuntarily ground her buttocks down against the seat 
to quiet the lascivious tingle.

"Look at this girl's face," said Carter. "Obviously she's enjoying 
having her cunt licked, wouldn't you say?"

"I -- I -- yes, yes, she is," Ellen breathed tremulously, her budding 
young breasts heaving with emotion. And then she began panting again as 
Carter showed her another photo -- that of a girl on a bed, three 
pillows under her hips, with her legs spread wide apart and a German 
shepherd between them on his haunches, his enormous cock sunk all the 
way into her up-lifted vagina. The camera angle showed clearly his 
thick pink penis disappearing into the hair-fringed folds of her cunt. 
Almost buried to the hilt, only a small stretch was still showing, wet 
and shining. The girl's face was twisted into the most depraved 
portrait of ecstasy Ellen had ever seen.

Oh ... oh ... how she must feel.

Ellen had slid down hypnotized into the deep warmth of the couch again, 
and scarcely noticed Mr. Carter's hand on her shoulder as she 
concentrated on the obscene position of the dog and the girl in the 
photograph. The now-familiar aching hunger inside her quivering young 
pussy was expanding again, spreading from her stomach upwards into her 
hardening nipples. She shuddered as Mr. Carter's finger teased again 
down toward the "vee" of her sweater, through which the deeply 
breathing mounds of her breasts were seen moving in shapely unrest. And 
then his hand was moving determinedly inside her brassiere, cupping her 
naked left mound of softly resilient flesh and massaging it into a 
greater sensitivity.

Her breathing became more labored now and she twisted frantically into 
the cushion, attempting to extinguish that swiftly growing fire. Mr. 
Carter chuckled and began showing her more and more photographs, each 
one more lewd than the last. His lips had dropped to her ear and he was 
sensually whispering what the photographed couples were doing in lust-
inciting terms. Then he whispered moist entreaties using words that 
were positively filthy and yet savagely exciting. "How would you like 
me to do that to you? Look at that girl's face ... she loves it. So 
will you!" Ellen rubbed her thighs tightly together in a last 
determined effort to avoid the temptation that was building up inside 
her wetly throbbing pussy. Her passion and alcohol-distorted brain told 
her implicitly that she should flee immediately or she would not be 
able to fight the desire that was tugging at the very core of her 
rippling young belly.

"Please ... Maxwell ..." she tried to protest, her heart beating like a 
runaway train. "What will ... what will Mrs. Carter say ..."

"Let her get her own girl," he muttered, and one hand reached into her 
golden hair and pulled her head toward him until she could not escape 
his hungry French kiss. She felt his heated tongue plunging into her 
mouth and almost all the way down her throat until she almost gagged. 
It lapped at the sides, top and bottom of her mouth, and some instinct 
in her loins forced her to suck on it. It tasted not at all bad, and 
she had to realize guiltily that she actually liked it. His tongue 
reminded her of a big fat penis like the one she had seen Billy putting 
inside of her mother. A shudder of alarm momentarily flickered through 
her passion-drenched loins, but then her will to flee faded and was 
replaced by pure animal desire, magnified by a savage curiosity which 
glued her to the couch as she saw what Handsome and Dominique were 
doing.

Apparently Mrs. Carter had removed all her clothes while she wasn't 
looking, and now was engaged in the same sort of depravity that Ellen 
had seen only dimly in the darkness during the motion picture.

Dominique was nakedly spread-eagled over the chaise lounge not six feet 
away, her auburn head rolling back and forth, her face contorted in an 
agony of sexual delight. Handsome's big body was wedged between her 
widespread legs, and he was running his tongue moistly up and down her 
sensually quivering flesh. He lapped at her ripely heaving breasts 
until they glistened and then traced a shining path down to the flat 
plane of her stomach. Dominique writhed in passionate delight beneath 
his animal caress, her long hair flailing from side to side across her 
lust-contorted face. Her hands tangled tightly in Handsome's sleek fur, 
pulling his skin up in great bunches as she guided his muzzle from one 
erotically tingling part of her body to another -- from breasts to 
vagina and even to her wildly puckering anus.

Ellen leaned forward to grip the edges of the coffee table until her 
hands ached. She could not believe what was happening, but she had to 
look, regardless of how lewd Dominique's behavior was. The scene was 
positively mesmerizing.

Maxwell pressed a lit brown cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply 
without hesitation, not even coughing this time. The sweet, acrid smoke 
of the marijuana curled into her lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping 
away all trace of revulsion. Her head lightened, and she shut her eyes 
tightly as each drag burned its way down into her pulsating little 
pussy. Then after several deep inhalations she found she could no 
longer deny the primitively intoxicating nature of what she was seeing.

Dominique was beautiful, after all, with all that wealth of long auburn 
hair, proudly uptilted breasts and long slender legs. Why wouldn't 
Handsome want to lick her blushing pink cuntal furrow? Anybody would! 
Ellen gazed in intoxicated rapture at the enchanting woman spread open 
in animal sacrifice on the chaise lounge, where the closed side had 
been unhinged, let down, and made into a bed. Her German shepherd 
appeared to have worked her up to a fever pitch, and Dominique's mouth 
was hanging open once more with rapture, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes 
rolling upward into her skull until she looked as if she were dying 
from ecstasy.

Handsome had placed himself in position over her roughly rising and 
falling belly. His face was hanging within inches of her sparsely 
curled pubic mound, his forepaws pressing into her sleek trembling 
thighs. He worked his nose in and out of her wetly glistening cunt and 
Dominique moaned with increasing fervor. Ellen gasped again as his long 
pink tongue lashed out and parted the hair-fringed furrow of the older 
woman's vagina with one long, swiping lick. The dainty bud of 
Dominique's clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing with hardness and 
desire just above the stretched elastic opening of her vaginal 
entrance. Her moist red slit seemed to shine and trickle more with 
every lick of Handsome's talented tongue, which flicked maddeningly at 
the quivering little nub of raw lust at the top of her furrow. 
Dominique's body shuddered; she sighed as her legs clamped snugly about 
the furry head, imprisoning his alert animal ears in a vise-like grip. 
Then her pelvis began a slow up and down fucking movement in rhythm to 
the probings from between her tightly clenched teeth. She appeared 
trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled licentiousness as her full 
sensuous breasts bobbled like a belly dancer's.

Even as Mrs. Carter's voluptuous body was twisting lustfully to the 
depraved lapping of her loins, Ellen's magnificently proportioned torso 
began an involuntary swaying in time to that of Dominique's.

Maxwell Carter's hands were all over the blonde teenager's now, and he 
was massaging and cupping her breasts in a titillating circular motion 
that made her squirm her trembling young ass-cheeks into the cushion. 
Abruptly he pulled her up onto his lap. She didn't resist, but only 
rubbed herself snugly down onto the hard thick bulge beneath her. The 
throbbing thickness of it pressed through her skirt into the crevice of 
her buttocks, causing the thin folds of bunched material to grate 
heavenly against her sensitive little anus. Warm spasms of pure 
pleasure were sent rippling up through her churning belly and right 
into the hard rising nipples of her thirteen year old breasts.

The final shattered remnants of her vow to run faded into nothingness 
as she felt his hand leave her breast and gently lower the zipper that 
ran down the back of her sweater. Then he undid the zipper on her skirt 
as well, and his hands slipped unimpeded inside her clothes. He pushed 
the snug restricting brassiere up and away from her ripely swollen 
breasts. Then his hands greedily cupped her throbbing mounds as they 
came free of their nylon confinement, trapping her hypersensitive 
nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing until excruciating 
sensations dredged a cry of pained delight and surprised pleasure from 
her wetly parted lips. He jerked upward, sinking his covered 
masculinity deeper into the panty-covered split of her involuntarily 
undulating buttocks.

Ellen couldn't help push back onto his rapidly lengthening thickness as 
she watched Mrs. Carter with wide-eyed wonder. Handsome's tongue was 
continuing to drag groan after wanton groan from the gorgeous auburn-
tressed woman. Then Ellen noticed something else -- Handsome's long red 
penis had begun lengthening out of its furry sheath, and it seemed to 
be wagging dangerously beneath his slender stomach. It looked hard as a 
tree stump, and was enormously thick and evil-looking. The young girl 
gasped as he suddenly leaped atop his mistress, after viewing the movie 
she knew what was about to happen. But instead Handsome straddled his 
eagerly trembling legs over the panting woman's face. Dominique jerked 
as the well-trained dog stuck his front paw against her wetly heated 
cunt and rotated it, teasing the sensitive vaginal walls until she 
cried out in a moan of lascivious surrender and struggled up onto her 
elbows, her face only inches away from his belly and visibly quivering 
scarlet penis.

Her fingers gripped his long moist cock and pulled it toward her wetly 
parted lips as her mouth struggled to meet it. Her tongue darted out 
and teasingly licked at its glistening underside, then even more 
hungrily at the oozing open hole in its tip. A thin string of lubricant 
seeping from it stretched across her chin as she licked greedily up and 
down the animal shaft.

The muscles in Ellen's body were as taut as bow strings as she reacted 
to maddening fondling of Mr. Carter's hot fingers. She jerked as his 
hand trailed a slow, teasing trail down her passion-tightened belly and 
inserted itself into the elastic band of her white nylon panties, 
teasing thrillingly at her sparse blonde pussy hair rising from the 
"vee" at the top of her thighs. His knowledgeable hand played for a 
moment, then slid downward into the moist, ready slit up between her 
legs, the nail scraping gently at the sensitive little bud of her 
clitoris and making her cry out with the electricity of that sensation. 
She shuddered and jerked as his outstretched middle finger insinuated 
itself further into her eagerly throbbing flesh, parting her pussy lips 
to snake inside the seeping cuntal mouth, sending wild shocks of 
forbidden pleasure racing through her still immature nervous system. 
His virilely pulsating penis was pressed deeply into the well moistened 
crevice of her buttocks now, and throbbing with a life all its own. She 
ground back against it, becoming imprisoned licentiously -- deliciously 
-- as his invading middle finger slipped through the sealskin-smooth 
wetness of her tight little cunt.

Maxwell Carter began a gentle rocking motion to which her own body 
responded enthusiastically. There was a deep gurgling from Dominique's 
throat as Handsome, his tail wagging and one forepaw still playing in 
her hair-lined pussy, pumped his haunches forward to bury his long 
animal cock deep into her gaping mouth. Ellen held her breath, unable 
to believe Dominique wouldn't choke from the sheer size of the organ 
rammed between her moistly ovalled lips. But she sucked at it hungrily 
as though she had waited all her life for just this wonderful moment. 
Her cheeks hollowed on the out-stroke, expanded obscenely on the in-
stroke, and her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of primitive 
lust more erotic than blue eye shadow.

The rawness of the lewd scene before Ellen drew a little moan of 
helpless surrender from the golden-tressed thirteen year old as she 
felt the liquid passion of her own wildly quivering pussy increase its 
flow, drenching Mr. Carter's fingers and hand with its sticky moisture.

She could feel Maxwell's long thick penis jerking under his pants, 
inching inexorably upward into the cleft between her ass-cheeks. The 
sight of Mrs. Carter obscenely sucking on Handsome's animal penis was 
obviously just as exciting to Mr. Carter as it was to her, and she 
gasped in delight as his moist tongue licked at the inside of her ear. 
Then he whispered, "Bend over on the floor -- I'm going to fuck you in 
the ass."

"Oh no, please don't! No, I can't! Please ... Mr. Carter! Maxwell!" she 
panted, unable to stop the rhythmic rocking of her vagina over his 
passion-drenched fingers.

"I'm going to fuck you good, Little Miss Virgin," he whispered huskily. 
"And we can watch Handsome fucking Dominique at the same time. Come on 
now. Down on the floor."

The lewd words excited her strangely, and through her drugged gaze she 
groaned in surrender as he pushed her now naked upper body over the 
marble coffee table, squashing her ripe young breasts out on either 
side as her defenselessly open buttocks presented itself to him. Her 
muscles felt like rubber, and she was forced to support herself by 
placing her hands on the floor.

Her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks waved in the air behind her, and she 
shuddered as she felt Mr. Carter's hands lifting her skirt above her 
hips. He bunched it around her wasp-like waist, then drew her flimsy 
white nylon panties down over her nakedly trembling buttocks and let 
them hang at her knees.

A cool rush of air hit her backside and she flushed with shame. Her 
whole rear end was exposed to him, waving back in lewd invitation to 
any humiliation he might choose to inflict. She heard the metallic 
sound of his zipper behind her as Mr. Carter opened his fly and his 
long thick penis burst into an eager freedom. He dropped to his knees 
behind her straining white buttocks and licked moistly down the entire 
length of her sweating cleft, pausing only to flick the tip of his 
tongue into the tight puckered ring of her anus.

''Oh ... oh ... no ... you mustn't," she groaned as the tantalizing 
licking invaded her vitals, driving her almost insane with desire. She 
quivered back against his tongue, screwing her buttocks in small 
circles around and around in order to feel the delicious oral rape of 
her virginal loins.

So dazed and lust-enslaved was the young blonde that she didn't notice 
when Dominique got up abruptly from the chaise lounge and pulled the 
disappointed German shepherd over to her backside by holding his 
collar. There was scarcely a second of delay as Maxwell drew his face 
away from her burning crevice, and the big, well-trained dog's tongue 
lashed out to flicker electrically at Ellen's wildly puckering little 
anus. The cuddlesome thirteen year old groaned again, not noticing the 
change except for the fact that, if anything, the titillating licking 
of her organs felt all the more wonderful now.

Ellen had never known anything like this feeling. It seemed to consume 
the whole of her sensually awakening being until there was nothing of 
interest in the entire universe but that wonderful tongue-lashing. Wild 
thoughts of Handsome and his great slobbering tongue slithering over 
Dominique's moist, hair-lined furrow ran through her mind even though 
she didn't know it was he. All she knew for sure was that her ripening 
teenage flesh reveled in this lewd tingling pleasure until she felt as 
if she might explode from it.

Meanwhile Handsome slithered his tongue up her moist crevice again and 
again as Maxwell Carter went to the wall and pressed a secret button 
that started several motion picture cameras going at once. Then 
Dominique signaled to the powerful German shepherd, who abruptly ran 
his tongue over Ellen's ass-cheeks to the base of her spine, then 
followed the bony ridges up her back until this progress was halted by 
the bunched skirt around her tiny waist.

Then he stood, straddling her legs awkwardly, and placed his forepaws 
on her, his long scarlet penis thrusting up into the split of her 
widespread buttocks, his tapered cock-head bumping rubberishly between 
her straining ass-cheeks.

It scarcely registered that Handsome's paws were on her shoulder blades 
and that his panting and saliva was dripping in back of her. Ellen was 
still thinking of Mr. Carter and of what a wonderful tongue he had. 
When what she assumed was his penis began bumping around in the 
moistened cleft of her nether passage, a savage thrill of delighted 
expectation coursed through her nakedly quivering flesh. But this 
quickly changed to abject fear.

Oh no! He's too big! she thought. He'll split me open!

Her buttocks cringed forward, drawing away from the dog's rubbery-
tipped cock, but the long animal penis followed. She panted hollowly as 
he worked himself into position, painfully aware that there was nowhere 
else she could go. Her naked young body was trapped between the coffee 
table and the searching instrument behind her.

Oh good lord! Mr. Carter would split her! He was trying to impale her!

And then Maxwell's hands actually were around the tops of her thighs, 
gripping them tightly, his fingers parting the soft white flesh so that 
Handsome could get his fiercely jerking cock inside of her hot young 
wetness.

"Reach behind -- put it in," he whispered to her from behind.

"No, I can't," she whimpered. "Please don't make me, Mr. Carter. It'll 
hurt."

"Only for a little while. And then it will feel wonderful! Hurry!"

"No!"

She winced as one of his hands slapped her bottom smartly, a smack 
which seemed to only drive her desire still higher into her breasts. 
"Put it in, I say. Put it in now!"

Ellen whimpered and tears of humiliation fell from her lower eyelids to 
drip down over her cheeks. He was squeezing her thigh flesh so 
painfully she wouldn't be able to stand it for another moment. Anything 
would be less painful than that savage grip. In desperation she reached 
behind her for what she took to be his penis, found Handsome's long 
slick organ, and closed her hand over it with more tenderness than she 
should have allowed.

It was enormous! Far bigger and hotter and wetter than she had 
imagined! She could never possibly take it all!

But he squeezed her again, this time bringing a louder, longer squeal 
of pain from her tortured young lips. She tearfully placed the well-
lubricated cock-head underneath her legs and into the snug elastic 
opening of her burning young cunt, biting down hard on her lip to keep 
from sobbing. She could feel the penis gradually working its way 
against her fearfully cringing pussy lips, parting them and then moving 
slowly inside through the tight ring of flesh which had guarded her 
virginity for so long. And then, just as she felt a wonderful 
stretching of her loins, her ass-cheeks were swept further apart, and 
she could feel hairy haunches jogging against the sensitive flesh of 
her inner thighs.

"No! No!" she screamed as realization abruptly hit her. But it was too 
late! The dog's fiercely hard penis rammed with mind-shattering force 
against her tough little hymen, then broke on through. His long thick 
cock slithered up into her hotly pulsating passage like the trunk of a 
tree, thrusting into the warm wet walls of her vainly resisting vagina. 
She could feel his entire animal penis thrusting forward through her 
painfully stretched cunt lips and up into her belly, slowly and 
teasingly sweeping aside the softly curling strands of her sparse 
blonde pubic hair as it penetrated further and further. Finally the 
heavy weight of his dog loins smashed against her frantically squirming 
buttocks, scratching her naked ass-cheeks with his bristly hair, 
forcing her down flat on her belly against the coffee table.

Sob after sob shuddered through her naked young flesh as the ultimate 
humiliation was pummeled into her. "Aaarggghhh," she shrieked once when 
his thrusts became too savage. It seemed as if her cuntal channel was 
on fire. The dog's penis penetrated her like a great drill looking for 
oil, and it did find all the lubricant it needed. For despite her 
initial revulsion, Ellen was still very much a female.

She struggled and wiggled her fleshy little ass-cheeks as if to escape 
the brutal impalement, but it was no use. The panting German shepherd's 
cock was now buried up inside her tightly clasping pussy, and all the 
while motion picture cameras whirred above and Dominique circled her 
vampireishly, snapping Polaroid's one right after the other.

"I -- I hate you both," she gritted through tightly clenched teeth, but 
this only seemed to produce hilarity on the part of her adult friends.

"You'll love us before the night is over," Maxwell giggled, not pausing 
in his snap-shooting for a moment. He was taking photographs of her 
from every possible angle.

Her lips opened and closed in virginal torment, for it felt as though 
the dog's long slender penis had penetrated all the way up into her 
throat. She moaned and twisted, trying to escape the pain his tunneling 
rod of flesh was inflicting on her.

And then suddenly, there was something else to worry about. Through the 
daze of her ravishment and the long blonde hair that was swinging all 
around her sex glazed eyes, she suddenly felt her lips being parted by 
a thick, hot rubbery club. The sultry elastic ring of her lips clung 
involuntarily as Maxwell Carter's penis came sawing up into her mouth, 
his hands strong on the back of her head as he forced her sweating 
young face forward.

The older man was sitting in some sort of low, cushiony chair. As her 
golden hair swung out of her eyes from time to time she could make out 
his lewd grin of triumph above her as he fucked his long hard cock in 
and out of her mouth. And strangely enough, she was even beginning to 
enjoy the ruthless double-barreled screwing that man and dog were 
subjecting her to. The pain in her vagina was gradually subsiding, and 
each fresh thrust and withdrawal of Handsome's blood-swollen penis now 
brought a low mewl of pleasure from her helplessly sucking mouth. The 
young blonde girl was equally surprised by the fact that the hotly 
throbbing cock in her mouth seemed to taste delicious, and she could no 
longer remember why she had been revolted by it initially.

Eagerly she began sucking and licking at Maxwell's thick tasty penis 
like a child devouring a candy cane. She put her hands on his buttocks 
and pulled him toward her until each stroke of his hot hard penis 
sliding down her throat made her gag. She felt him stiffening, felt his 
wildly jerking cock begin to swell in her mouth, heard him cursing. 
Then, without warning, his thick spuming cum spurted down her throat, 
filling her gluttonously sucking mouth until a stream of white hot 
fluid streamed from both sides of her mouth and flowed down over her 
chin. Ellen could not remember when she had ever tasted anything so 
delicious! As Maxwell 's body jerked and shuddered, spurting out hot 
jets of sperm, she could hear his soft wondering curses and moans of 
pleasure as he gave himself over entirely to his orgasm.

Behind her, gasping and panting slavishly, Handsome rocked rhythmically 
but gently in and out of the tight clasping confines of her cunt. 
Frantic thrills of unmeasureable pleasure coursed through her straining 
teenage flesh. She began to undulate her buttocks lasciviously behind 
her in rhythm to the long animal cock that was fucking into her 
defenseless young body from behind.

Her nostrils flared with uncontrollable passion. "Oh God," she snorted, 
almost whinnying with pleasure. "Go on. I like it. I like it. Don't 
stop. Oh, oh, oh. OHHHHHH!"

Panting with lust, the big German shepherd lapped at her sleek white 
back and fucked in and out of her hot little cunt with long hard 
strokes that seemed to receive their momentum from the very depths of 
his staggering toes. The soft fleshy ridges inside her super-heated 
vagina gave way before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like 
instrument. The folds of her wet cuntal flesh clung affectionately to 
his rampaging instrument and soft explosive moans of forbidden pleasure 
broke from her lips as if she was having the wind knocked out of her. 
The intelligent beast rotated his long slippery penis around inside of 
her, drawing yelps of joy with each mind-jarring bump. Her squeezing 
pussy lips gripped his rigidity like warm elastic, her sheath pulsating 
with sheer lascivious pleasure.

Ellen's eyes fluttered, hopelessly glazed over with passion. She spread 
her thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty due to the silk 
panties that were still caught around her knees. Her obscene delight at 
Handsome's brutal working of her virginal cunt was augmented by the 
hairy bump and scratch of his haunches against her smooth young flesh. 
The bushy hair around the base of his penis brushed tantalizingly 
against the quivering cheeks of her ass. The distended spongy tip of 
his thrusting hardness grazed against the flatness of her cervix, 
probing beautifully deep where no one had gone before. As Maxwell 
Carter's thick deflated cock fell from her ovalled mouth, she let out 
an endless groan of savage, primitive ecstasy that resembled nothing 
human.

Forgotten was her terrible humiliation at being fucked by a dog, 
forgotten were her ruined panties holding her dissolved knees in 
bondage. All that mattered was this magnificent lewd pleasure building 
maddeningly in her loins. She wanted to be fucked like this, wanted to 
be subjected to Handsome's animal demands on her thirteen year old 
flesh.

Through her long blonde hair hanging over her passion-wracked face, she 
could see that Dominique had begun sucking on her husband's penis, too. 
The thick pummeling instrument disappeared into her mouth as Mr. Carter 
drove his pelvis like a pile-driver, sinking his resurrected cock in 
until his coarse black hair loins brushed the tip of her nose. Then he 
began to cum without warning again, as he had with Ellen. He pulled his 
wildly ejaculating penis out of Dominique's mouth and held the huge 
purplish glans a few inches away. Then with an expiring groan he began 
spewing a stream of spurting white sperm directly into her side-open 
lips. The thin, quick spurts streamed from its swollen red head like 
milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim, and Dominique 
swallowed thirstily, her Adam's apple bobbing wildly as she tried to 
keep up with the seemingly inexhaustible supply.

Watching Dominique sucking on Maxwell's penis and having her face 
filled with cum was so lust-inciting that Ellen's whole body twitched 
uncontrollably, and she groaned with wanton desire and welcome to the 
punishing animal shaft sinking so deliciously deep up inside her 
rippling little cunt. Her beautiful face was contorted with passion as 
loud cries of ecstasy escaped from her tightly clenched teeth.

"Oh -- I like it. Go on, go on, Handsome darling. Oh God!" she gasped 
as his inflamed wet cock pistoned in and out of her churning belly. She 
moaned incoherently and began gibbering like an idiot, spots of drool 
appearing on her lust-contorted lips. The smooth, wet velvet folds of 
her vagina trapped the dog's penis in a kiss of love, squeezing 
affectionately around his rigid animal column until she could feel 
every molecule of skin and every last pulsating blood-filled ridge. Her 
drugged mind reveled in her lurid abandon, and she screwed back against 
him to feel the tantalizing softness of his hairy testicles pressing 
against her trembling inner thighs. His furry skin danced teasingly 
against the sensitive outer rings of her tiny naked anus, sending new 
shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering belly.

"Oooooh," she breathed hotly. "That's it, darling. Please, hurry! Give 
it to me!"

Maxwell Carter had wiped off his penis and was walking over to her. He 
gripped her long yellow hair and jerked her head up. "Tell him to fuck 
you!" he commanded imperiously. "Say Fuck Me!"

"No," she pleaded piteously, trying to twist her head out of his grasp. 
"Don't make me say that. Please!"

Carter signaled to Dominique, who suddenly grabbed the big dog's 
haunches and refused to let him thrust his wetly glistening penis into 
Ellen anymore. Handsome began to yelp with desire, trying to crawl up 
her back with his forepaws, panting furiously with his tongue dripping 
drool all over her back.

"Hurry!" Maxwell commanded again. "Beg him to fuck you or we won't let 
him!"

Tears welled up in the helpless blonde teenager's eyes and she tried to 
squirm back onto the dog's marvelous pole of hot flesh. But it was no 
use, her inexperienced cuntal lips couldn't seem to grip it with 
Dominique holding the dog away from her.

"Yes!" she shrieked. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, HANDSOME! FUCK ME YOU 
WONDERFUL DOG!" She was fast approaching orgasm, and her burning body 
no longer felt anything like human. She twisted and contorted, begging 
and pleading for them to let Handsome fuck her.

"Goddamn," Carter laughed. "Our Little Miss Virgin wants to be fucked. 
Release him, Dominique. "

And with that Handsome rammed his long animal cock once again into her 
tightly clasping cunt and began to fuck her so fast and furiously that 
the young girl thought she would go out of her mind.

"Aaaggghhh! That's it ... that's ... it! " she babbled.

"Man, is she tender," came Carter's voice. "If Handsome doesn't fuck 
her to death, then I will." He looked at Dominique. "Why don't we call 
some of our friends with dogs. We could get some great multiple shots 
out of this."

"That's a good idea," came Dominique's voice through Ellen's lust-
dominated haze. "I want to see this little stuck up bitch get screwed 
within an inch of her life until fucking is all she wants in the whole 
world. She's been playing the teasing virgin long enough. She's going 
to beg us to let Handsome fuck her every day from now on."

Her sex-drenched brain couldn't quite analyze everything she was 
hearing, but that didn't matter. Ellen's shamelessly aroused body was 
white-hot. Her head and golden hair flailed from side to side wildly, 
her mouth open in abandon. She spiraled her ravenously hungry vagina 
all around his slippery plunging shaft. She was almost ready to cum and 
couldn't have stopped now had her life depended on it. Hot forks seemed 
to be probing the tingling wails of her oozing vagina and perspiration 
dripped from her steaming flesh in a steady stream.

And then it happened!

The huge German shepherd behind her started a long, low groan that 
swelled into a series of yelping barks as he began spewing his hot 
sperm deep up inside her hot slippery passage. She could feel his 
animal cum jetting into her in great gushing torrents, deflating his 
savagely jerking penis with each white hot spurt.

"Oh, nooo," she wailed, still seconds away from climax. "Handsome! 
Wait! Nooo! Please wait, wait for me!" Ellen sobbed with frustration, 
but it was useless telling the dumb beast to stop. She squeezed her 
wildly quivering pussy all around his rapidly softening penis and 
gyrated her thighs, but all to no effect. The exhausted dog slipped his 
long dripping penis out of her wetly heated vaginal passage and it slid 
swiftly up into its furry sheath as Handsome dropped down on all fours 
onto the carpet.

Ellen was beside herself now, she was so near to orgasm. She violently 
spread her legs and felt her panties ripping around her knees as she 
reached back to finger herself ineffectually, her fingers rummaging 
wildly in her moist hair-lined slit. She dug into her tight young cunt 
with greedy savagery, trying to reach the same depth that Handsome's 
cock had done.

But then hands began grabbing her arms and hauling her up from the 
coffee table. "Come on, beautiful blonde baby," came Maxwell Carter's 
voice. "Big Daddy's gonna show you what a real fucking is like."

Dominique giggled uncharacteristically as the two of them dragged her 
through the library, pressed a hidden switch in the oak-paneled wall, 
and a secret door opened to reveal another room which featured an 
immense circular bed with bright red sheets. Ellen didn't seem to be 
capable of anything except mindless gibbering. Her loins were on fire, 
her breasts danced and swayed in obscene expectancy, their nipples 
distended outward with lust. Her long satiny blonde hair trailed all 
the way to the cutely dimpled cleft in her wiggling little behind.

The two adults pushed her lust-enslaved body down onto the bed and 
levered her unresisting legs up off the bed in an arc far back over her 
head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either 
side of her shoulders. Then she could feel the lash of rope cord 
spinning around her ankles as they bound her ankles in that lewdly 
defenseless position to either bedpost in back of her head. Her 
tortured teenage body was bent back double, the glistening pink folds 
of her thirteen year old blonde-crested pussy presented like a 
sacrificial offering.

She looked up helplessly, drugged with desire, at her tormentors. Mr. 
Carter was fingering his enormous blood-engorged cock, big and ready 
again after spewing its sperm into two hungry mouths already. "Like 
what you see?" he asked tormentingly. "Want me to fuck you with it? 
What'll it be?"

"Stick it in her, Max," Dominique spat as she lit a long cigarette in 
her king-size cigarette holder. "Jam your cock in all the way to her 
tits. I want to get some good shots of her face. She's not near enough 
softened up yet. You can see it in her eyes. The little bitch hates us 
now as much as she wants you to fuck her. We've got a lot riding on 
this. Fuck her so hard she'll never want to leave us."

Maxwell Carter laughed and aimed his thick rejuvenated penis right at 
her helplessly upturned cunt. Ellen shuddered with a mixture of desire 
and revulsion -- torn between her hot throbbing lust and the twinges of 
shame and humiliation that were flickering through her confused young 
thoughts. She thrashed her sobbing blonde head from side to side, tears 
of frustration rolling down her unblemished cheeks.

"Well, Little Virgin," Carter asked, "what's it to be? Frustration, or 
this big beauty ripping your insides out? Want Big Daddy to put it in?"

She shut her eyes, unable to stand the torment any longer. "Fuck me!" 
she hissed through trembling pink lips, the fire licking at her loins 
spurred on by her lewd helplessness and the obscene position in which 
they had bound her. "Fuck me!" she croaked again. The fire of 
unfulfilled lust was like an army of red ants eating at her open hair-
fringed cuntal folds as if her cunt had been dipped in honey. Nothing 
else mattered except to quench that terrible fire.

The Carters smiled triumphantly as Dominique continued to snap off 
pictures of her lewdly rolled position. "Go on! Fuck me!" Ellen 
screamed, using that lewd word again. She wiggled her pussy at him in 
unmistakable invitation.

Carter laughed again as his naked body dropped down on her thrashing 
teenage form, smashing her full tight breasts right back onto her 
chest. His thick muscular pole of male flesh plunged into her hungrily 
waiting slit like a battering ram, pushing the tender folds of moist 
pussy flesh aside in rippling waves.

Ellen groaned and then gurgled happily, deliriously happy to be filled 
up again with a male hardness. An hour ago she had been the purest of 
virgins, yet now her greedily clasping vaginal walls wanted to enfold 
his penis and devour it all. His testicles smacked with a lewd splat 
into the sweat streaked crevice between her ass-cheeks, and she gurgled 
contentedly at that welcome punishment. Then, muttering to himself, Mr. 
Carter began a rhythmic thrusting in and out of her wetly pulsating 
pussy.

It didn't take long for the wantonly writhing teenager to reach a high 
plateau of ecstasy because she had been so near to orgasming before. 
With his thick rod of flesh pummeling her ragged cunt like a jack-
hammer, the cords on her neck began straining gratefully. "Oh, oh ... 
Maxwell!" she cried, out of her mind with lust, "I'm cumming! I'm 
cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck me hard! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! OOOOOOH! 
EEEEEYIEEEEE!" Her hands frenziedly gripped his buttocks, trying to 
pull him deeper into her wildly convulsing cunt. Waves of erotic 
pleasure and release inundated her thrashing young body. And then her 
liquid passion was flowing wetly around his still pistoning instrument, 
flooding the crevice of her nether channel and his testicles as well as 
they rubbed maddeningly against her snugly puckered anus.

Spurred on by Ellen's voluptuously twisting body with its sensually 
quivering breasts and her flailing blonde hair, Carter fucked into her 
with all the strength he had. The thirteen year old girl moaned, whined 
and cried out, temporarily trying to fight him off, her cum seeming to 
flood everything with moist stickiness. And then he groaned and began 
to ejaculate his churning semen up into her, his spurting cum gushing 
into her urgently dilating young womb.

Her head whirled with depraved sensuality as the hot waves of his sperm 
flooded her soul, the powerful squirts surging like electrical charges 
and filling her to bursting. The walls of her earnest young vagina 
milked his penis ardently like a sucking mouth to get out every last 
delicious drop. And then her budding thirteen year old body collapsed 
in the wash of its own perspiration, totally drained, her brain empty 
of thought after her fantastically shattering climax.

She lay there open and helpless, still bound by the ankles, mumbling 
stupidly to herself for an endless time, her sweat-soaked body feeling 
totally dissolved, vulnerable, and at one with the Universe.

And then she heard Dominique's voice in the distance, "Uh oh, Max. 
There's the doorbell. Maybe you'd better wipe some of the cum off our 
young sweetie's cunt and make her presentable. If I know Lucifer, he 
won't want to lick her gorgeous blond pussy if she's too sloppy. I'll 
get the door."

And then there was the sound of Dominique's footsteps moving off in the 
distance.

Lucifer, Ellen thought through her sex-drugged mind. Who was Lucifer?

And then she mercifully passed out.


Chapter 7

It was morning before the voluptuous young blonde finally came to again 
on the rumpled bed. Her long-lashed blue eyes fluttered open and fought 
the early morning twilight that permeated the heavy stale air of the 
well-furnished and beautifully decorated bedroom. She stretched lazily, 
like a cat, her curvaceously proportioned body swaying in all of its 
sultry contours. Strange odors wafted through her nostrils, causing her 
brow to wrinkle slightly as though deep in concentrated retrospection. 
Her tongue circled on the outskirts of her glossy pink lips, testing 
the slight pungency of the encrustations that she found on them.

Her pretty, winsomely innocent eyes adjusted quizzically to the 
dimness, and she looked down at her body, reflecting on the curious 
position she had been sleeping in. Someone had changed her into a pink 
nglige, which was bunched up almost around her neck, the high twin 
rose-capped peaks of her proud young breasts jutted upward between her 
eyes and the rest of her body. Her legs were spread wide apart as 
though in invitation, and the muscles of those legs felt very sore and 
overworked indeed. She brought them together with some effort and 
experienced small twinges of pain in her vagina. Her entire body felt 
dreadfully used and exhausted. That was the only term she could think 
of to accurately describe how she felt.

And then she remembered. The dream! The most curious dream she had had 
about Handsome, and the Carters, and -- what was it? She couldn't 
remember the rest of the dream, but then dreams were rarely remembered 
totally. And anyway the dull ache in her throbbing little cunt was 
sufficient to distract her from any deep thought.

Ellen smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them 
gently in guarded exploration. Oooooh, they were tender. Her fingers 
explored further, coursing their way down over her tautly rounded belly 
to her still open legs. Then she groaned as she tenderly touched the 
slight bruises lining the moist pink lips of her pussy. Her 
outstretched middle finger probed gently at the sensitive opening, 
becoming moist from the sticky white liquid that was still flowing 
viscously from the recently deflowered aperture. The split of her 
buttocks felt damp with it as well.

Her thoughts rambled in myriad confusion she brushed her bright blonde 
hair from around her eyes and heaving breasts to let it fall in a soft 
golden mass around her back and shoulders. What a terrible dream she'd 
had, with Handsome and Mr. Carter and Dominique -- their shadowy forms 
flitted sensuously through her teenage memory. It had all seemed so 
real.

But if it had all been a dream, where did this warm wet pool between 
her legs come from? Had she been playing with herself again, despite 
her best intentions? Had her own fingers produced this sticky liquid? 
It had to be! There could be no other explanation.

But how shameful, she thought, blushing. Her licentious dream had 
proven that she was not the prude she had fancied herself. She had 
wantonly satisfied herself with her own probing fingers.

Ellen's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knocking at the door. 
Dominique's sophisticated voice came softly from the other side, "Oh, 
Ellen, dear. It's time to wake up."

For some unknown reason that lilting tone of Dominique's made Ellen 
shiver all over like a startled sparrow. She reflected on this strange 
reaction, than realized again what a terrible state she was in. Oh my, 
she thought, stumbling to her feet, I mustn't let her see me like this. 
I've got cum all over my loins and legs. "In a minute, Dominique. I'm 
just getting up."

"That's all right, dear," came the reply. "Take your time. Breakfast 
will be ready when you are."

Ellen sighed with relief and covered her suddenly tingling breasts with 
her hands. She would have a chance to clean up, then. She looked back 
at the rumpled bed, her eyes resting thoughtfully on the large wet 
round spot where her buttocks had nestled. Well, she thought, I really 
masturbated to beat the band. I should be ashamed of myself -- yet 
somehow I'm not. There's not much point in feeling guilty about 
something I can't control.

And then she noticed the loose dog hairs in various part of the bed.

She picked up one of them and looked at it curiously, her eyes 
narrowing with puzzlement. Had Handsome gotten up on the bed some time 
during the night?

But one of the hairs was a lighter color -- almost gray -- lighter than 
Handsome's fur. It was very puzzling. She shrugged and went into the 
bathroom to start up the shower.

The warm spray felt good cascading down over her voluptuous young body. 
She washed immaculately the insides of her thighs and buttocks, vaguely 
reluctant to wash away the white crust from her matted pussy hair. As 
her fingers moved up and down cleansingly within the warmth of her 
narrow sexual furrow, the vision she had had of Handsome in her dream 
returned most strongly.

She visualized the big German shepherd's snout pushed down between her 
hairless young thighs, his enormous tongue lapping thirstily at the 
flooded outskirts of her burning young pussy, her pink vaginal folds 
being drawn up hotly within his mouth by his sharply adhesive tongue, 
then returned. Her middle finger idly duplicated the vision of that 
lashing tongue, batting around her tingling little clitoris until she 
began to tremble with joy. It was all she could do to find the strength 
to rip her finger out of that clinging pleasure-drugged orifice.

As she staggered gasping from the shower, feelings of guilt and shame 
well-nigh overwhelmed her. Since that dreadful dream, she couldn't seem 
to keep her fingers out of herself for a single instant.

"I must get control of myself," she muttered. One obscene dream and I 
can't seem to stop masturbating. What's coming over me?

She sat before the vanity mirror naked, combing out her long silken 
blonde hair, which seemed to have an unusual number of tangles this 
morning. Still, she liked the way it swept around her waist, belly and 
over her proudly uplifted breasts when she let it. Something like Lady 
Godiva in the history books! Her father had never allowed her to have 
it cut when he was alive, and it was her pride and glory. She couldn't 
think of another girl in school who had such long beautiful hair. It 
went all the way down to her slender waspish waist.

She also liked the high set of her lushly ripening breasts and their 
warm feeling of soft resiliency. She scratched the bristles of the 
hairbrush across them until her nipples came up flushing and goose-
bumped, fully erect and tingling. Then she rolled them between thumbs 
and index fingers. She watched herself in the mirror and smiled in 
satisfaction with her own body.

But what had come over her since yesterday? Could it be that she was 
merely growing up? There was a faintly lascivious, pleasant feeling in 
her still-tingling loins which seemed to wash up easily into her belly, 
buttocks and breasts. She felt relaxed enough to go right back to bed 
and sleep for a week. She couldn't stop humming to herself, either, and 
that was another indication of how generally nice she felt.

She smiled to herself and got up, watching her sensually quivering 
mounds jiggle in the mirror as she moved. She couldn't think of when 
she had been more pleased with herself. She felt as if she had been 
loved to death.

On impulse she decided not to wear a brassiere, but merely threw on a 
fuzzy pink wool sweater with buttons down the front which she allowed 
to "vee" open provocatively. Then she put on some white cotton panties 
and the only pair of jeans she had brought with her.

She looked at herself in the mirror continuously, quite pleased with 
what she saw. All that wealth of long blonde hair, firmly up-thrust 
breasts outlined clingingly in that snug pink sweater, tight Levi's 
that showed off her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks to best advantage. She 
giggled silly to herself and stepped into a pair of loafers. Then she 
opened the door to the library.

As her eyes swept the bookshelves, couches, drapes, and Persian 
carpeting, it seemed to her that there was something sensuous about the 
room. She wondered why she had never looked upon it in this way before. 
There were subtle associations having something to do with what she had 
dreamed last night that struggled to free themselves from the cobwebs 
of her muddled brain.

But somehow the solution just wouldn't come. She was drawn to the room 
in a way that made her warmly pulsating loins feel vibrant and alive as 
she tried to remember, but nothing in her memory bank seemed to focus 
properly.

Then she looked back at her bedroom and the huge, circular bed she had 
been sleeping on. There was something about that bed tickling at her 
memory, yet nothing seemed to materialize very clearly. And why hadn't 
she been put in one of the big bedrooms upstairs? Strange how she had 
never noticed this bedroom off the living room before.

The thirteen year old girl shrugged and moved thoughtfully to the big 
doors leading from the library to the entrance hall. Opening them 
carefully, not quite sure of what to expect, she stepped up into the 
hall. She could hear some commotion coming from the direction of the 
kitchen and turned sharply to the left towards it.

"Ah, here she is now, the little darling," Dominique beamed at her as 
she descended the steps into the breakfast room a few moments later, 
and this made Ellen feel wonderful and well-loved.

And then she noticed the other two visitors to the Carter household -- 
a leering fat man with a big cigar in his mouth, and a powerful, shaggy 
"white" German shepherd, his coat thick with gray hairs. This other dog 
sat up on his haunches and began whining plaintively the second he saw 
her, his large pink penis coming slithering out of its fur sleek 
container, a spot of ooze appearing on its tip.

"Easy, Lucifer," grinned the fat man, restraining the animal on a heavy 
chain leash. "We'll get pretty to do some more for you. But let's have 
some breakfast first. Don't be so greedy, you silly satyr, you!" And 
then he laughed uproariously.

Ellen blushed winsomely and her thirteen year old mind struggled to 
comprehend. What on earth could the fat man be referring to?

She looked around the breakfast nook and at the windows showing what a 
lovely day it was outside, with birds singing and all of the streets in 
bloom, the buds fairly bursting on the trees. It was a beautiful spring 
day to come alive. The kitchen nook itself was decorated most 
tastefully in orange shades, with patterned curtains and wallpaper 
filled with flowers and birds. The furniture, from Welsh dresser to 
dining table, was all natural pine and very cheery. The scent of fresh 
bacon and coffee filled the air, and beyond them, in the outsized 
kitchen, could be heard whirring busily a built-in extractor fan above 
the built-in ranges.

"Sit down, Ellen," smiled Maxwell Carter lazily, and he patted a place 
beside himself on the pinewood bench. He was munching a toasted bagel 
with butter on it and looked very elegant in a violet robe with 
matching paisley silk handkerchief in the upper pocket, and a white 
shirt with collar spread open at the throat to reveal the splendid 
contours of his muscular upper chest.

But she noticed also -- to her bewilderment -- that the bottom center 
of his dressing gown was also open, and that his massively throbbing 
penis was sticking out hard and high from it like the leaning tower of 
Pisa. Ellen gasped and put her hand up to her throat, taking an 
involuntary step backward. Her eyes met those of Handsome, who was 
lying lazily on his stomach and legs at one end of the table, his eyes 
looking very tired and sleepy -- or drugged with sensuality.

And in that terrible moment of recognition, the young girl remembered.



Chapter 8


Amy Winthrop looked at her watch. It was ten a.m. and still no sign of 
Ellen. She shook out her long black hair and stood up to take the 
dishes back to the sink.

Not that she regretted giving the child permission to visit with the 
Carters down the block for the weekend. They had plenty of room, and 
probably too much money, and they could always find interesting things 
to do with Ellen. As for herself, she had welcomed a free night so that 
she and Billy Erspamer could cavort in various positions and places 
about the house without worrying about who might be listening in. The 
curly-headed fifteen year old had come to her about seven, right after 
supper, after telling his mother that he was going to a dance at New 
Trier High School. They had fucked like minks on the dining room table, 
lapped hungrily at each other's vitals all over the living room, and 
then finally retired to Ellen's bedroom, where he had wildly sodomized 
the mother while moaning out his exciting admission that it was really 
the virginal, busty blonde Ellen he was thinking of fucking.

While this confession should have offended her moral dignity, Mrs. 
Winthrop actually had found it savagely exciting. He had raved on and 
on about the beauty of Ellen's long satiny blonde hair, the passion-
swollen overhang of her ripe young breasts, the delicious feel of her 
buttocks in his hands, the fact that she was only thirteen years old, 
and the wonderful way she had of sucking on his cock with her hot 
sultry lips. Things like, "Oh, I love to fuck your ass, baby. You got 
gorgeous blonde hair and you're only thirteen years old with big tits. 
Love to fuck you, Ellen!"

His filthy talk just seemed to send shivers through the passionate 
young mother's flesh, until finally she had cum with a force that she 
thought would tear her head right off her shoulders -- thrashing, 
sobbing, weeping for mercy, her anal passage clutching his sperm-
spurting column of manhood with worshipful desire.

She smiled cynically to herself and lit a cigarette. Things had 
certainly changed since Ellen's father had died. Before that she had 
been stiff as a board where extracurricular sex was concerned, and 
tolerated no nonsense for a second. Least of all with teenage boys, the 
like of which she had never given even a passing thought to in her 
entire life beyond the age of eighteen. It was always older men who had 
interested her. Mature men with a bit of gray in their hair and 
experience in their eyes. It was just this taste that had led her to 
Ellen's father.

Not that he had turned out to be the experienced man of the world she 
had expected. He had merely been prematurely gray, and this had given 
him character where there was not actually a great deal. Mark Winthrop 
had been a classic case of someone who looked different from the person 
he really was inside. In actuality he had turned out to be just another 
schoolboy, as she was just another stuck-up schoolgirl without any real 
understanding of life.

Making this discovery in the early months of their marriage hadn't 
discomfited her very much, however, and she had remained true to her 
bargain and prim probably to the point of exasperation for many of 
those who might have been her friends. She had been a good wife to 
Mark, by her lights, and was appropriately broken up over his untimely 
death. His period of dying -- from an incurable disease -- had been 
somewhat lengthy, and in that interim she had also taken to drinking 
somewhat more than she should. In retrospect she wondered if she had 
drunk so heavily in order to aid her dramatic capabilities and the 
quality of her performance as the "Bereaved Wife". Probably! But she 
had also been truly unhappy. One couldn't spend fourteen years with a 
man and then feel no sense of loss whatever when he was gone. It was 
like having an enormous tumor removed. One may not have loved it while 
it was there, but there was nonetheless a feeling of loss, the subtle 
feeling of a gaping void within oneself crying out for fulfillment.

During all their years together she had not been a passionate woman by 
any means, but nonetheless some appreciation of sex had sprung up in 
her very normal loins from Mark's frequent recourse to her voluptuous 
flesh, and she had been capable of feeling fleeting sensations of 
pleasure, even though she had come to regard the female orgasm as 
purely the invention of the New York editors of women's magazines.

And then they had closed up the house in Wilmette, sold it, and used 
the proceeds to buy something finer in Kenilworth, but smaller. Two 
women alone didn't need the space of a triplet bi-sexed family, so they 
had been able to afford something very nice in a better neighborhood, a 
neighborhood where she hoped Ellen would meet the "right" people and 
use her fast-blossoming voluptuousness to maximum advantage.

And Ellen hadn't failed her. Almost immediately she had taken up with 
the Carters, who were said to be unbelievably wealthy, and she was 
meeting boys of good family in school as well. Maybe the Carters had a 
stray nephew somewhere or other who would turn out to be a doctor or a 
lawyer some day -- you never could tell.

Amy smiled to herself at her foolishness and snubbed out her cigarette 
in the ashtray. If that wasn't silly. Matchmaking for Ellen. The dear 
child was only thirteen years old, even if she was somewhat advanced 
physically. Other girls would catch up to her very soon, although it 
was true she was a breathtaking natural beauty.

Matchmaking for Ellen. The poor dear probably didn't even know the 
first thing about sex. Amy sighed. She had been a prude, so 
unfortunately she had brought Ellen up to be one, too.

She had, of course, explained sex to her daughter, but with a minimum 
of detail. Once she had started having her periods, there was no reason 
to keep the child in the dark. All that blood would have only upset her 
if she hadn't been explained to.

Not that Amy had any illusions left in that respect. What parents 
forgot to mention, children always picked up at school from their 
friends. Children picked up stuff like that as though their brains were 
magnets.

She stood up with a sigh, pulled her gown around her voluminous breasts 
and walked into the dining room, then into the living room, tidying up 
here and there as she went. Sex was all well and good, but when it was 
all over and one returned to earth, there was still ashtrays to be 
emptied, beds to be tidied, and sheets to be changed.

She chuckled to herself as she remembered some of the things they had 
done. Billy Erspamer had actually seduced her, in a way. Or was it she 
who had seduced him?

It hadn't taken long after Mark's death for her to realize that there 
was something missing for her physically in his untimely demise, as 
well as psychologically. In all the years they'd been together she'd 
come to take sex quite for granted. Quite for granted that it was 
primarily man's domain of enjoyment, and that woman repaid his care of 
her and their children by agreeing to cooperate in the sexual act 
whenever the husband so desired. She had chosen to ignore those times 
when her vagina twinged so unexpectedly and satisfactorily, leaving her 
frustrated and tingling until she could get into a cold shower and wash 
away the feel of it from her insides. She had totally ignored that very 
minor factor of pleasure that she had reaped from their love life.

And yet that seemingly minor pleasure turned out to be a very major 
compunction of physical need once it was no longer around. A glass of 
water, by analogy, was not a very important thing. It was a minor item 
in an entire day of consumption. Ah, but let one try to get along 
without it for a week, two weeks, a month, and it came to loom very 
major in one's considerations indeed.

Thus it had come to be for her with sex. She hadn't been too crazy 
about it when Mark was alive, and yet without its minute drip, drip, 
drip she had swiftly -- within months -- become as famished for it as a 
drunk crossing the Mojave Desert on his knees under a blazing sun.

And then suddenly she had come to take greater notice of young boys.

Somehow they always seemed to have so much more vitality than grown 
men. Continually leaping about, chewing gum, unable to sit still, 
veritable reservoirs of unused energy. They appeared swift, like the 
chattering of birds, and equally as mysterious. She came to study them 
with undisguised and illicit interest.

Until finally she had seen Billy Erspamer, the boy from next door.

Five months ago he had only been fourteen, yet his wiry form and 
smiling, curly-headed handsomeness had quite taken her breath away. He 
was put together like a fine china figurine, all lines, planes and 
angles, without a molecule of fat on his muscular young body. She had 
been quite fascinated, and was constantly peeping over the fence at his 
practice on the diving board over the Erspamer's swimming pool next 
door.

And then finally she had invited him over for a Coke one afternoon when 
he was toweling his magnificent body. He had accepted with alacrity, as 
if that was the one thing he had waited for all his life.

After that she was never quite sure who had taken the first initiative. 
It was true, of course, that she hadn't been able to keep her hands off 
him, and had found all sorts of excuses to graze his fine muscularity 
with her fingernails. Somehow all of her usual reserve seemed to have 
snapped in the instant that she had first seen Billy, and she had lost 
all control. True, she had probably been close to the breaking point 
without realizing it for some time. Billy's beautiful presence had just 
served to let the cat out of the bag with total acceleration. Perhaps 
some other boy would have affected her the same at that precise moment. 
In any case, there was no denying that it was Billy who had, in fact, 
turned her loose from all the sticky clinging membranes of her 
conservative past. And she had totally lost her head.

At first she hadn't quite realized what was happening, that she was 
falling in love with him. She had never had a son, and she had assumed 
that her tacit desire to feel the boy's smooth, muscular young body 
with her hands was the natural reaction of a woman with normal motherly 
instincts.

But then her instincts had turned very non-motherly indeed. She had 
found her breath coming very hotly when he was around, and her nostrils 
flaring, and a strange honeyish feeling opening out like a sunflower in 
her love-starved loins.

She couldn't keep her hands off him. She would stroke his shoulders, 
seemingly casually, as he munched a sandwich and quaffed a glass of 
milk, gazing fondly at the damp curls plastered wetly around his head, 
and the gleaming beads of water still bubbling on his glossy smooth 
tanned skin. She wanted with everything in her yearning young body to 
twist her fingers in his soft black curly hair, and pull his virile 
body up against hers.

And then she got to wondering what his manhood must look like. Could 
the sex organs of a young animal as lovely as this possibly look the 
same as those of Mark Winthrop? And she kept sitting down next to him 
on the bench in the kitchen, darting glances at the bulge in his 
crotch, trying to see if he was aroused at all by her sitting down next 
to him, trying to see anything that would indicate what his equipment 
was like.

And as this elaborate charade expanded, she found herself fantasizing 
about him, and her mouth watering, and she would lick her lips as she 
wondered what his genitals would look like, smell, feel -- and even 
taste?

She knew it was obscene, but she couldn't seem to help herself. These 
illicit thoughts pervaded everything she did.

Amy had read somewhere that women of her age were just reaching the 
height of their sexual cravings, whereas men usually went through their 
peaks of lust as teenagers. Certainly it might even be the most truly 
natural thing in the world for a mature woman her age to combine with a 
teenage boy. She began inventing excuses for herself. After all, she 
was in her early thirties, and her body was still excellent and well 
cared-for. She would parade before the mirror in the evenings, cupping 
her full firm breasts and wondering if Billy Erspamer, that young god, 
would want to touch them.

How curious that she had felt no shame at this, even though she had 
been careful to keep her feelings hidden from Ellen. It seemed as if 
the traumatic separation from her past life was so complete with the 
death of her husband and their changing from the old house they had 
lived in for fourteen years to this newer one in Kenilworth that the 
bond to her conservative girlhood training became so tenuous as to 
virtually evaporate in the sultry heat of her passion.

Looking back, Amy could scarcely tell where her old life had left off 
and the new one begun, and yet the change had been so abrupt. It was 
surprising to find that she could not adequately define it.

She sighed and smiled to herself, sitting down on the couch in the 
living room, sinking deeply into the soft cushions as she picked up a 
magazine from the end table and leafed through it. Ladies Home Journal 
was running another piece this month by Lynda Bird Johnson on what she 
had done on her summer vacation.

Amy's parents were dead, of course -- they had died young -- and this 
had served to some extent to free her from the old taboos. Once no one 
was watching, constraints quickly fell away. She had been surprised at 
how fast they had gone.

Then, too, Mark had left them so well provided for, with money from the 
investments of a trust fund coming in regularly once a month rain or 
shine, that she found that she didn't have to work if she didn't want 
to. And after she saw Billy, all thought of being away from home in the 
afternoons left her head completely. And in recent weeks they had even 
taken to making love on the bear rug in front of the fireplace during 
his lunch hour from high school.

She chuckled. She could remember very well that first day when they had 
truly found each other. Ellen was out with the Carters somewhere, and 
Billy had come by for a Coke. She had taken, for some reason, to 
lamenting on her loneliness to this sweet young boy. And he had seemed 
so understanding.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Winthrop, you'll do okay," and he had put his hand 
down on her shoulder (she was sitting), glancing down at her excellent, 
high-breasted cleavage through her open robe, her twin mounds of flesh 
breathing irregularly in shapely unrest just from his nearness. He 
gulped then, and she looked knowingly up into his deep black eyes, 
running her tongue over her lips in order to moisten them.

Something prompted her to say, "You think I'm beautiful, don't you, 
Billy?" and she put her hand coolly on his, holding it trapped there on 
her softly rounded shoulder. His flesh seemed unnaturally cold and 
shivering to her touch, and she watched his nostrils flare as he 
absorbed her heady female presence.

How instinctively her lips found the back of his hand, her tongue 
making little wet circles on it. She was taking a terrible chance, of 
course, but it had proven to be well worth the risk. His fingers came 
automatically up into her long jet black hair, plunging into all that 
softness with a little cry of ecstasy. As though it had a mind of its 
own, her hand reached for the bulge in his bathing suit, and she found 
her heart's desire in an instant.

How manful he was! She really hadn't expected him to be quite so huge 
in there! His penis was curled up like a discarded snake-skin, but 
almost immediately it became pumped full of blood. Her eyes widened as 
her fingers felt around the little sperm-producing factories of his 
balls, feeling them vibrantly throbbing with musky life, becoming full 
and expanding rapidly.

Her breath was coming so fast she couldn't believe it. Wave upon wave 
of heated fluid was washing down from her excited vaginal walls to coat 
her pulsating pussy lips. Lost in a mindless murk of forbidden desire 
which had no beginning nor any end, she eagerly reached her hand down 
past the waist band of his swimming trunks and felt his virile 
hardness.

"Oh ... you beautiful boy," she sighed. "I'm ... I'm going to kiss your 
penis." She heard him gasp in excitement and felt his body quiver as 
she pulled his trunks down over his lean buttocks to expose his wildly 
pulsing cock.

A moment later, with a small ecstatic sigh, she felt its throbbing head 
slipping through her wetly heated lips, the musky scent of his loins as 
heady as the aroma of warm bread fresh from the oven. The lovely young 
mother closed her eyes and gurgled happily as the youth lifted his 
naked ass-cheeks off the chair and slid the entire length of his 
urgent, thrusting male hardness down into her throat. She had never 
done anything like this when she was married to Mark, but now the past 
seemed to have been forgotten. All she wanted in the world was to show 
her devotion to this beautiful boy. She wanted to suck on his cock and 
feel all of his burning hot sperm spitting upward into her mouth, and 
she would swallow it greedily and wallow in her newly blossoming 
sensuality like a passionate whore.

"Oh, Mrs. Winthrop!" his youthful voice had wailed above her as she 
sucked on him vampireishly as if to draw out all of his blood as well 
as his semen, her tongue lashing strongly at every delicious pulsating 
ridge of his desire-swollen cock. And then he had made it, cumming 
rapidly the way youngsters do, letting her starving throat gorge on the 
delicious hot fluid which filled her gluttonously sucking mouth. He 
shuddered out his desire into her throat with lusty hot spurts and 
then, gasping, stumbled backwards.

Then her eyes locked on his ecstatic face, the voluptuous young mother 
let her gown drop to the floor and used the back of her hand to wipe 
the smeared cum from around her lips. Amy let his eyes dwell hungrily 
for a moment on her gorgeously proportioned naked flesh, and then took 
him into the bedroom when his hands roamed voraciously over her body. 
She let him explore everything, let him do and ask anything.

How he had loved to suck on her melon-like breasts at first! Endlessly 
his mouth seemed to be at home on her large, overripe mounds of soft 
warm flesh and her tautly extended nipples. He would draw in as much of 
the surrounding tissue as he could, until it veritably gagged him. And 
then suck, suck, suck until she would almost orgasm for this exquisite 
pleasure alone. At first his breast fetish had made her giggle, but 
then she just wallowed in it delightedly, running lips and tongue and 
mouth nibbled, licked, sucked hungrily on her breasts as if he had been 
starved for them his whole life.

Or as if she had been starved for this wonderful suck, which she had.

Eventually delirium and hysteria were the only terms left to describe 
how she felt when they made love. Especially since he had discovered 
that she was turned on terribly by the use of filthy language. He would 
spew out things like, "I want to lick your beautiful cunt, Mrs. 
Winthrop. And fuck you in the ass, ramming my cock up into your 
asshole. I'm going to chew on your cunt as if it was just a big wad of 
chewing gum. And suck on your titties until I chew them off." And this 
would really make her loins gush wildly, and she would go out of her 
mind for him.

She wondered sometimes if it had to do with the very illicitness of 
their situation. For a woman her age to be so debauched and spoken to 
so disrespectfully by a youth of such tender years was so demeaning and 
humiliating -- after so many years of being a dominant type of 
personality, she was literally wallowing in humiliation. And loving it 
more than anything!

Amy Winthrop sighed and stood up, dropping the magazine to the coffee 
table. It was such a lovely morning, and she felt wonderful after the 
fifteen year old's energetic fucking last night.

Of course, it was true that she paid him. But he was young and had no 
money, and she had plenty. So there was no point in their not sharing 
it. And he gave her so much happiness, after all.

The birds sang. The flowers bloomed. All about their little house it 
seemed as if all was right with the world.

If only Ellen could someday be as happy as she was. But that was a lot 
to ask for. It wasn't natural for a woman to know such happiness as she 
had found with Billy.

But in any case there was no point in spending such a beautiful morning 
in the house.

Perhaps she would even stroll down the block and see what was going on 
down at the Carters'. They might invite her in for coffee, and that 
wouldn't hurt anything. Ellen had been rather distant of late, and 
occasionally she wondered about that. Perhaps the Carters would have 
some clue as to what was bothering her.

That was it! She would visit the Carters and see how things were going 
and what they were all up to. It would all be cheery and casual. The 
Carters were the sort of people who were always good company. She would 
fix her hair and get herself together.

She turned on her heel and went upstairs to the bedroom. Then she began 
selecting appropriate apparel for her visit.



Chapter 9


When Ellen remembered fully what had happened, she had flushed with 
shame and tried to flee, but the fat man had stopped her at the door of 
the kitchen, and Dominique and Maxwell Carter had quickly followed 
after him. In the ensuing struggle, they had literally ripped her 
clothes from her ripe young body until her naked breasts were quivering 
in the air and all of her flesh seemed to be prey to the maddening 
grasp of demanding hands as well as hungry lips and lapping tongues.

The fat man pressed her mouth open in a frantic, raping kiss, shoving 
his big tongue all the way down her throat until she gagged. At the 
same time fingers were inserted and toyed with her tender little pussy, 
sliding sleekly in through the sparse pubic hairs and tickling at her 
defenseless cuntal lips until they were finally rewarded a light 
seepage of clear fluid. There were fingers on her rounded buttocks as 
well, taking big handfuls of flesh in greedy grabs; hands pulling at 
her bobbing breasts as if they were cow udders; lips sucking hungrily 
at her nipples; and worst of all, dogs' tongues lapping all over at her 
nakedly vulnerable flesh, licking up the moist crevice of her ass-
cheeks to make her tiny puckering anus tingle madly. She seemed to be 
mere food, animal prey, for a gang of sensual vultures. Every time she 
slapped a hand away, another came to take its place, or a tongue. She 
was licked and lapped and kissed and squeezed and fondled in so many 
different places that she couldn't keep track. Eventually she weakened 
and surrendered to the unequal struggle. Everything in her lushly 
ripening body seemed to go lax. Their continual massaging, groping, 
fondling of her newly-aroused flesh simply destroyed her will. Now the 
beautiful thirteen year old blonde was naked as the day she was born 
and a mere plaything in their urgent hands and lips, while two searing 
German shepherd tongues burned off any resistance that might have been 
left to their ravishingly savage depredations on her quivering young 
flesh.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Where are you taking me?"

Maxwell Carter easily lifted her struggling form and carried her back 
across the marble-tiled foyer beneath the high, dangling chandelier, 
down the steps and into the library.

"Please! Oh, please let me go!" came her piteous wail.

"She's not near enough softened up yet," came Dominique's answering 
husky voice somewhere behind her. "We've got to fuck her until she's 
crazy about it, and remembers everything, and lives only for that. Get 
Lucifer and Handsome to fuck the life out of her again, Maxwell. This 
time so that there's no mistaking the total effect. We can't afford to 
have her running home to momma with naughty stories. If we can't get 
her to beg us for it, then we're finished. She's only thirteen years 
old."

The fat man, behind her, laughed as he grappled with their struggling 
young love-slave. "Don't worry," he smirked. "No young doll ever got 
fucked by Lucifer that didn't live just to love him for it. She'll 
never want a man as long as she lives."

"No!" Ellen screamed, her arms and legs thrashing wildly as yet again a 
burning hot animal tongue snaked into her sweating backside crevice and 
pressed lingeringly against her trembling anal opening. "What -- what 
are you doing to me? Help! Don't! I beg you. I don't need it! I don't 
want it! Please let me go!"

Maxwell Carter laughed, as if he had just heard the funniest statement 
ever made. They dragged her with ferocious, enslaving resolve across 
the plush purple carpet, then up the brief stairs into the secluded 
bedroom with its large round bed and bright red sheets. Now she was 
struggling and squirming and kicking in something akin to panic.

"Stop it, you silly little bitch! You'd better do as we say," said 
Carter, shoving some photographs under her nose. "Don't make us tie you 
up again, or we'll show these to your high-and-mighty mother."

Ellen shook her long blonde hair around and gazed weakly at the 
pictures. They were of herself and Handsome and that other dog, doing 
the most obscene things imaginable!

"Please, please," she whimpered, tears welling from her pretty blue 
eyes, her arms straining in their dominating grasp. "What -- what have 
you done to me? Why are you doing this to me!?" The full horror of what 
was happening swept scathingly through her incredulous mind. This 
couldn't be happening to her. She had heard about teenage girls being 
raped, but never by nice people like this. And certainly never 
including German shepherds in the vile act! How could she have allowed 
herself to be so used?

"It's no use," came Carter's surprisingly rough and husky voice, "she's 
resisting too much. We'll have to tie her up."

"She hasn't been fucked in the ass yet," said the fat man. "She's still 
a little virgin in her ass-hole. That's where Lucifer really wins them. 
Let him ram that big red pike up her ass-hole until she goes dizzy with 
it."

Dominique had readied the bed now, and they gripped her tightly from 
seemingly every angle as they forced her naked teenaged body down on 
it. She damped her legs tightly together and drew them up, attempting 
to hide her precious treasure from their licentious gaze. But it was no 
use. In another moment they had spread-eagled her legs and her arms 
were above her head as they tied wrists and ankles, securing them with 
leather straps to facsimile bedposts at four points around the circular 
bed. The helpless young girl squirmed against her bonds, sobbing, until 
they felt as though they would cut through her wrists. It was hopeless.

Maxwell Carter sat down on the bed and it sagged under his weight so 
that she rolled slightly towards him. "I'm going to ask you just to 
save us all a lot of trouble. Believe me, eventually you're going to be 
in love with Handsome here," -- he indicated the panting dog -- 
"everybody is! Without exception! So why make things hard on yourself? 
If you'll just submit and admit that you love him fucking you, you'll 
make it easier on all of us."

"I'll never do that!" she cried, her face contorting with outrage and 
fear combined. "You drugged me last night! I know you did. Otherwise 
I'd never have done that. Let me go and I'll promise to forget it all. 
Please!"

Maxwell shook his head wearily and sighed. "Okay," he said, "I guess 
there's nothing left but to go through with it." His right hand swept 
around suddenly and his fingers stroked affectionately in the sparse 
blonde pubic hair on the mound at the base of her rapidly rising and 
falling belly. He dug through the yellow curls and there was an 
involuntary jerk of her youthful hips at the unexpected probe of her 
sensitive secret parts. "She's a natural blonde, too," Carter muttered, 
as if not quite believing it.

"Please stop that! Don't! You got me drunk last night! I didn't enjoy 
any of it!" Her pelvis screwed down into the mattress desperately to 
try to avoid his obscene fondling. "Get away from me! Please!"

Carter moved his outstretched finger up and down in her fear-moistened 
slit and looked at the two dogs that were sitting ready and waiting, 
their long tongues hanging out and gleaming with saliva. "Then you do 
remember Handsome and Lucifer here eating you and fucking you?" he 
asked.

No! No! I don't remember!" she lied, her voluptuous torso squirming as 
the far man and Dominique appeared on either sides of the bed in order 
to each caress a separate breast. A moment later, as if by some secret 
signal, they guided the girl's erect little nipples upward into their 
hungrily salivating mouths. Now in addition to Maxwell Carter's brutal 
finger fucking up inside her relatively dry and unready young cunt, 
there was also these two, laving her breasts and sucking as if her 
sensitively throbbing nipples were all they wanted in the entire world.

A moan of pain escaped from Ellen's tortured lips, and her inner thighs 
relaxed voluntarily in order to ease the excruciating hurt.

"Come on," Carter prodded, his fiery finger digging deeper and being 
rewarded with some seepage. "Admit these two dogs fucked you good."

"Yes, yesssssssss," she hissed as she relented to escape the cruel 
ravishing hand, and hoping for a respite from the wonderfully exciting 
mauling that was making her breasts harden and tingle with sensation. 
"They did. Yesssss, they did!"

"Did what? he demanded lewdly. "Come on, say it!"

"They fucked me! Fucked me good!" There, she had admitted it, spitting 
out the words in a combination of pain, humiliation, shame, and rapidly 
expanding pleasure. She clenched her fluttering eyelids tightly shut, 
trying to blank out the sight of his perversely triumphant leer. If 
only someone could save her -- even though the humiliation would be 
even greater when her rescuers stormed into the room and saw what these 
vile people were doing to her. She would have to chance it. Abruptly 
she began screaming at the top of her lungs until Dominique dealt her 
savage open-handed slap across her right cheek.

"No one can hear you here, my dear," said Carter in a leisurely drawl 
as he lit up a cigarette. "The house is soundproofed from top to 
bottom. And your mother doesn't expect you back until Monday morning. 
Why don't you just relax and swim with it. It's going to get you 
eventually, you know." He passed the marijuana cigarette over and 
forced it through her lips. She began to cough, then something inside 
of her instinctively began to puff smoothly on the noxious weed. Almost 
immediately a warmish, relaxed feeling entered her upper thighs and 
seemed to spread upward from there.

Her tight little vagina received another cruel thrust of Carter's 
finger, causing her to wince and cry out. "No one can hear you, little 
blondie," gloated Carter. "Looks like we'll just have to pull on those 
gorgeous big tits of yours until you come around."

And in a sense he was right in his prediction that she would "come 
around." For by now Dominique and the fat man had been sucking and 
squeezing her breasts for so long that they felt like fruit so ripe 
that it was just bursting to be picked. The tiny red tips had blossomed 
out into high, tough buds that tingled frantically with each electric 
lick of the talented tongues.

Carter laughed at her discomfiture and pushed the entire wedge of his 
fingers joined together into the little hair-lined opening of her 
squirming young pussy until they came in contact with the wetly heated 
walls of her vagina. Then his fingers narrowed and bunched, gently 
running in and out of her. Ellen blushed furiously with shame at the 
marvelous feelings swirling in her awakening young cunt from this 
expert ministration. It was obscene for her to enjoy it so much she 
knew, but she couldn't help herself. Even the humiliation was an aspect 
which seemed to heighten the wonderful urgings in her belly. His 
fingers circled around up inside her pussy unhindered by resistance and 
increasing her lubrication by the second.

By now deeply pleasurable shocks were shooting through the frayed nerve 
endings of her hotly aroused body as her inner thighs became flooded 
with the same clear honeyish liquid covering his fingers and hand. Her 
firm-fleshed buttocks ground backward into the mattress, struggling to 
quench the lewdly searing flame which was now consuming morals, mind 
and reason. But the fire continued to rage, and she found herself 
moaning with deep felt pleasure despite her best will.

Carter snickered and played cruelly on by placing his thumbs on her 
moistly quivering pussy lips and pulled the heated layers of vaginal 
flesh slowly apart. Ellen breathed heavily, striving with everything in 
her to recapture some of her fast ebbing moral strength.

And then she gave way.

The enslaved blonde thirteen year old groaned in defeat and 
acknowledgment of her lewd desire, as exquisite tinglings reverberated 
through the rising bud of her clitoris and upward into the nipples of 
her throbbing breasts, her straining thighs relaxing loosely in a wash 
of pure pleasure. Her saliva-glistening breasts rose and fell 
tremulously under the fingers that were twisting and turning them and 
the mouths sucking on them.

Carter pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his 
hands and gestured once to Handsome. The well-trained dog eagerly got 
up off his haunches and came over immediately ...



Chapter 10


Through a haze of molten sensuality Ellen sensed the mattress-sagging 
presence of Handsome's shaggy weight coming up silently on the bed 
before her, somewhere below her widely-spread knees. She could hear him 
panting, and this seemed to urge the devils to dance faster around the 
rough pink edges of her naked cunt which now felt like a hot empty 
tunnel needing desperately to be filled. Her passion-dazed eyes widened 
and focused on Handsome's tongue that was slaving before her, dangling 
wetly from the side of his mouth. Her eyes locked greedily on it, for 
she knew this beautiful German shepherd was capable of making her whole 
again, capable of extinguishing the raging fire in her loins that was 
threatening to drive her mad. The fears of debauchery and humiliation 
were forgotten. She needed but one thing now, as Maxwell Carter's 
fingers fucked in and out of her heatedly quivering pussy and the fat 
man and Dominique sucked at her throbbing young breasts; she needed 
Handsome's tongue ... Handsome's penis.

"Like what you see, Ellen?" Carter whispered hotly into her little 
shell-like ear. "Like to have his tongue lick your cunt? Want to have 
him fuck you? What do you say?"

An involuntary shudder of desire shook her from toenails to hair ends. 
Yes, she did want that! But how could she bring herself to admit it?

And all the while the gentle, maddening laving of her vulnerable 
exposed young body by three sets of mouths, hands and fingers 
continued, driving her wild. It was inhuman for them to torture her 
like this ... inhuman ... inhuman ... inhuman ...

"Yessss," she hissed with a tearful whimper, the tone of her voice 
approaching that of a mournful, broken croak. "Yessss, do it! Oh ... 
pleeeeease!"

The faces of her three tormentors lit with triumph. "Not so fast," said 
Carter, stilling them with his hand upraised. "Just what is it you want 
Handsome to do with it -- say it! You want him to fuck it! Say it!"

"Yes!" she cried, all barriers down, straining at the cruel bonds which 
held her so that her teeth gnashed tightly from the pain. "I want him 
to fuck me with it! Hurry! Please let him! Oh God, I'm dying!"

"Do you want him to lick your cunt? Say it!"

"Yes -- yes! Only hurry! Please let him lick my ... my cunt!"

Carter laughed and took away the restraining hand from Handsome's 
brightly buckled collar. The well-trained German shepherd immediately 
made for the helpless, desire-shivering spread-eagled girl, his longish 
pink tongue snaking out and curling through the hair-lined furrow of 
her wetly seeping pussy.

"Ooooooohhh!" she moaned, straining at her bonds like one possessed. 
All the pleasure in the world seemed to be surging through her 
debauched and quavering loins. Her head flailed from side to side, her 
long golden hair like a wind-blown veil.

Around the bed her three predators hurried to undo the confining ropes 
from her wrists and ankles. Ellen scarcely noticed them. The passion-
crazed thirteen year old blonde beauty was awash in a sea of lascivious 
lust and had no notice for anything in the world other than this 
marvelous feeling between her legs. "Lick deeper, lick harder!" she 
screamed in desperation as Handsome's talented tongue curled like a 
scroll and began flickering in and out of her hotly pulsating vagina. 
She groaned with frustration, splaying her legs over the big bed as her 
bonds were loosened, opening herself as wide as possible in order to 
give the big German shepherd easier access to her quivering femininity.

"All right, Lucifer," came the fat man's voice from somewhere. "Show 
them what you can do now."

And then there was another sagging series of movements on the bed as 
the other German shepherd got on top of it, circling around on her 
right side. His long red tongue lashed out lizard-like and slipped into 
her open mouth before she was able to defend herself, and then to her 
surprise she found that she wanted it there, in there, fucking her 
mouth. She sucked on his tongue in a wild frenzy of lust, her flesh 
trapped in a whirlpool of raw desire unlike any other feeling she had 
ever known before in her life.

Down below, Handsome's savagely licking tongue worked mercilessly at 
her wantonly writhing pussy, bringing gasps of pure happiness through 
the soul-sucking kiss she was engaging in with the other dog. She felt 
as if her peak was only a milli-second away. If only they didn't stop 
... no ... didn't stop ...

She buffeted her hot young cunt up into Handsome's snout hungrily, 
tears of frustration running down her passion-inflamed cheeks. Oh God, 
she thought, hopelessly enslaved as they had said she would be, I am 
their slave. They can do what they want with me. I don't care! I love 
it, love it! It's like dying. Oh Christ!

Ellen's sex-drugged body was writhing out of control, her eyes glazed 
and smoky with lust. The thirteen year old was beyond objecting to 
anything at all now. She wanted her belly filled with vast pools of 
molten sperm, wanted to be able to feel it sloshing around wetly inside 
her like warm quicksilver.

Handsome spread her fleshy young pussy lips joyously apart with his hot 
dredging tongue, following the soft path of light fuzz down into the 
moist inner layers of her cringing cunt. The tiny pink bud of Ellen's 
clitoris clung to the velvety wet surface of his enormous tongue, and 
she wanted to shriek in rapture each time that sensitive nerve ending 
accidentally collided with one of his teeth.

She clenched her eyes tightly shut, alive with happiness and joyous 
desire at the whirlpools of sensation that were swirling so 
ecstatically throughout her aroused young body. Her pelvis jerked 
forward, fairly burying the big dog's snout in her hotly throbbing 
cunt. The fire down below had replaced every other thought she had ever 
had.

Now her freed hands didn't know which head to caress first, Handsome's 
or Lucifer's. The second German shepherd had filled her mouth with his 
gigantic tongue, and she sucked on it hungrily, drawing sustenance from 
it which burned right down into her breasts and from there into her 
tautly rippling belly. Her entire body felt like a great open fissure 
in the earth begging to be filled, aching, urging, agonizing to be 
engorged and stuffed with fiery hot flesh. Nothing else in the world 
mattered now, just the flicking, dancing slap of that loving doggish 
tongue on her cuntal furrow and the other flooding her mouth with its 
hot, fleshy muscularity. Lucifer slipped his tongue out of her urgently 
sucking lips and began to lick her naked flesh as if she were a 
lollipop, lapping wetly at her throat, neck, sleek white shoulders and 
finally, her ardently pulsating young breasts ...

"Aarrrggghhh ... ooohhh yesss ... lick my tits ... oh God ... beautiful 
... beautiful ... like that ... ooooohhh darling lover ooooooohhhhh 
..."

The dog growled thrillingly, making her pelvis muscles shiver with 
excitement, lapping at her burning hot nipples until they felt as if 
they were going to explode. Then again it licked on up over her 
throbbing, straining young throat, licking at her nose and eyes and 
cheeks, the thick hot saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her desire-
contorted face all around, searching with her open mouth for that 
wonderfully licking tongue. She found it again and sucked it deep into 
her throat with a low, ecstatic animal groan.

The lewdly leering faces of her three tormentors hung over the bed 
within inches of the thirteen year old girl's straining, lust-racked 
nakedness, watching delightedly as this shamelessly aroused blonde 
beauty was worked over by the two German shepherds. She was dimly aware 
of their hands squeezing her exquisitely throbbing breasts and their 
fingers pinching her nipples as Lucifer licked around them. Her flesh 
felt as if it were covered with beautifully licking tongue and 
caressing hands. The exotically decorated bedroom had become an 
enormous octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out to 
lewdly fondle her sex-enslaved young body. Handsome's immense tongue 
was an uncontrollable monster spinning upward into her belly and about 
to come frantically, willy-nilly, out through her mouth, and curl 
around her white neck and silken, blonde-tressed shoulders to dissolve 
her very molecules. That ardently fucking tongue was tearing her soul 
from her body and devouring it with great gulps of depraved sensuality.

Hands rubbed obscenely over her squirming ass-cheeks from both sides of 
the bed fingers pulled excitingly at her fleshy hair-covered cuntal 
lips in order to give Handsome greater entrance for his murderous, 
soul-dredging tongue. She felt someone's fingertip probing underneath 
her buttocks into the sweat-soaked cleft leading toward her wildly 
puckering anus, and the flicking teasingly at it like another tongue. 
She winced as the outstretched finger suddenly popped through the tight 
little anal ring and forced its way deeply upward into the hot rubbery 
flesh within. It moved around, expanding the tiny hole until the palm 
of the invisible intruding hand was flat against her smoothly 
undulating buttocks, the entire finger embedded deep up inside the 
throbbing hot tunnel, its tip tingling maddeningly against a wildly 
excitable gland inside there that she'd never ever dreamed she'd had. 
Would wonders never cease! What else did these wonderful people know 
about making her body happy? They knew more by far than she had ever 
known herself!

Now the finger embedded in her nether passage joined Handsome's 
rhythmically plunging hot tongue in pistoning her helpless loins, 
bringing groans of agony and gasps of lewd delight from her open mouth 
in time to their simultaneous fucking of her love-dissolved flesh.

Her outrageous debasement and subjugation flooded her bloodstream with 
a masochistic pleasure that was totally new. Her pelvis gyrated wildly 
with abandoned pleasure as the finger in her anus began stroking in and 
out, faster and faster. "Yessss," she hissed. "Goooooood ... oooooohhh 
ssssooooo goooooood ..." the naked teenager crooned, thrashing lewdly. 
"Don't stop! Oh please! Don't ever stop!"

She twisted her upturned buttocks faster and faster, trying to keep up 
with their savage rape of her ecstatically exploding loins, which 
seemed to be issuing hot lava from every fissure. Wave upon wave of 
indescribable pleasure burned through her nervous system, curling her 
toes and fingers as if they were twigs in a roaring conflagration. Her 
liquid passion gushed in a flood onto Handsome's handsome face and 
flowed in sticky washes all over her shivering thighs, soaking the 
mattress beneath her wildly grinding buttocks.

"Do you think she's ready?" came Dominique's husky contralto from 
somewhere off in the universe.

"I do," said Carter beside her. And then suddenly strong hands were 
gripping her and pushing her over onto all fours on the giant bed, and 
Handsome's tongue had left her loins just as Lucifer's had left her 
French kissing mouth.

"Wait! Let me go!" she screamed. "Where are they? Put them back! Where 
are my dogs? Where are my lovers? What have you done with them?" She 
struggled wildly as they forced her into her new position.

"She's ready all right," came Carter's voice. "Take it easy, little 
lady. In another second you're going to have all the German shepherd 
that any woman can handle. Dominique, start the cameras. She's primed 
like a fuckin' firecracker. You were right about Lucifer, Angie. Don't 
know how we forgot to get her ass fucked last night. Totally slipped my 
mind."

"So long as it didn't slip your rod," came the fat man's voice. "You've 
got to stop playing with it so much. You're not keeping your mind on 
business."

"Enough talk. Christ, she's a wildcat. Grab her!"

They struggled silently for several moments longer as Maxwell Carter 
gripped her neck strongly, trying to force her shoulders down, and the 
other man tried to control her arms. "Kneel!" Carter commanded 
imperiously of the half-conscious teenage blonde in bondage. "Kneel, 
Goddamnit, I say!"

They grabbed impatiently at her hips and forced her to her knees. Ellen 
rested panting for a moment on all fours, her long honey-gold hair 
streaming down over her bewildered face. Her nakedly rounded buttocks 
waved high in the air while her full swaying breasts scraped the 
bedsheet. She felt through her sensual haze a pair of heavenly hands 
moving over on her hips, and she waved her straining ass-cheeks back in 
invitation at whoever it was.

And then there was something else. The subtle spearing pressure of 
Lucifer's large and nicely-tapered cock, hard, wet and ready, against 
the tightly puckered entrance to her virginal rectum. Having already 
been widened and made hungrily ready by the Fat man's raping finger, 
her nether passage fairly ached to be filled up again. She wiggled her 
backside and tried to squirm backwards onto Lucifer's long slender 
organ. It bumped the interior sides of her buttocks and then slid 
sweatily forward. The tip of the taper slid through her tightly 
puckering anal orifice, and then Lucifer gave a mighty grunting bark 
and, propping his forepaws up on her back, rammed his lust-hardened 
penis viciously forward.

Ellen coughed and groaned. This feeling was pain, but it was exquisite 
as well. The finger that had been up inside her rectum previously could 
not remotely compare with it. She could feel every delightful ridge 
along its meaty animal length as the powerful German shepherd drove 
upward and home into her sex-starved nether passage. Lucifer widened 
her tight rectal channel as he went, imparting a fresh and wonderful 
thrill with each additional inch of his thrilling hot member.

By now her imprisoners were already positioning Handsome in front of 
her passion-twisted face. He staggered forward on his hind legs in the 
giving soft bed under their guiding hands, then allowed himself to be 
pushed over onto his side. His enormous red penis was sticking out like 
a pike from its furry sheath, spots of cum oozing from the sleek 
rubbery head. As they moved him around, her face was suddenly 
confronted without warning by the hard erect animal penis; a second 
later it rammed into the lush warmth of the blonde teenager's gasping 
mouth.

Ellen was so far gone in her sensual debauchery, that the feel of this 
slippery animal penis sliding through her lips and into her hungrily 
waiting mouth only inflamed her loins all the further with mindless 
desire. She seemed to be beyond the point of caring what was done to 
her. The taste of that muskily warm sexual organ, pulsating with blood 
along all of its healthy masculine length made her head swim. Her eyes, 
half-lidded with sensuality, glowed like surging lights on an extra 
charge of electricity, and her mouth began sucking on the delicious hot 
meat so automatically that it seemed the most natural thing in the 
world.

Handsome began panting wildly and humping and sawing viciously into her 
face as if he were fucking a bitch in heat. She gagged as his enormous 
member rammed halfway down her throat, its full length disappearing 
into her moistly ovalled lips almost to the hilt. His hairy balls 
slapped softly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling 
like feathers. She struggled to breathe, her mind and soul dissolving 
with lust, catching tiny gasps of air only on the greasy out-stroke of 
that magnificent-tasting penis.

"Woooooooonderful ..." she crooned as the two German shepherds buffeted 
her helplessly kneeling body back and forth like a rag doll between 
them, using her mouth and anal passage as receptacles for their pent-up 
animal desires. Ellen no longer felt fear or dismay; now she was a 
great mass of ectoplasm living only for pure sensation and pleasure. 
The mental picture of her voluptuous young body being fucked in the 
mouth and in the rectum by these two handsome, furry creatures was 
wildly exciting in itself. The hunger in her belly was like boiling hot 
honey lapping at her insides. She undulated her raging buttocks in 
vicious little circles, squeezing Lucifer's adorably thrusting penis 
with her naturally gifted rectal muscles as if to milk it dry. She 
wanted that fleshy animal staff boring into her nether passage -- amid 
Handsome's urgent yelps, squeals and barks -- to fill her belly again 
and again until her trembling young thighs were running thick with all 
of his hot sticky cum. She wanted to wallow in bestial depravity with 
these two dogs she was in love with.

She sucked voraciously at Handsome's almost bursting cock, licking 
thirstily at the little spots of cum as they appeared from the tip, her 
cheeks hollowing and filling correspondingly with his cruel animal 
thrusts. Meanwhile her nakedly churning buttocks tried to worm back up 
rhythmically to match Handsome's furious fucking of her backside, 
wiggling and shaking from side to side.

She couldn't remember ever tasting a cock of any kind before, so she 
had no way of knowing whether Handsome's was in any way superior to all 
the rest in the world. All she knew was that its taste was soooo 
delicious and that she felt as if in another minute she could even 
conceivably have an orgasm right in her mouth from the marvelous canine 
fucking she was receiving.

My God, she thought, nobody ever told me. If this is sex, it's the most 
wonderful thing in the world. They've been keeping it a secret from me.

The cute blonde teenager licked wildly at the blood-filled tip of the 
German shepherd's penis. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth, not just 
with mere droplets of sperm, but with entire barrels full. She wanted 
to swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was 
as full as her rectum. She wanted it to flood every pore in her hyper-
sexed teenage body with great torrents of scalding hot joy.

The two expert German shepherds did what they could to oblige. For 
simultaneously with the expanding tide of her own approaching orgasm, 
she felt the penis fucking into her from behind begin to inflate 
frantically and then burst forth in a shower of cum-filled sparks, 
spewing its white hot load deep up into her wildly clasping anal 
column. The dog's burning semen ricocheted around inside her belly, 
finally dripping back down again onto his fiercely spurting penis and 
sliding down it to seep through the snugly puckering anal ring and then 
down his penis some more into the matted hair of the dog's surging 
belly. Lucifer barked once, twice, and more, happily for joy, and the 
sound of this barking excited his dominated blonde love-slave furiously 
so that she sucked all the more madly on Handsome's sperm-bloated cock, 
which the other dog had now buried in her throat right to the hilt.

She was rewarded with an explosion of warmish sweet cum that flooded 
her throat with its pungent taste, her cheeks expanding like a balloon 
to keep pace and to prevent her choking on the great savages gushes 
that squirted without pause into her hungry young throat. Ellen 
swallowed in crazed hungry gulps, fastening her lips like a snug 
elastic ring around the swiftly ejaculating instrument, afraid to lose 
even a single drop of the wonderfully delicious fluid. Tiny droplets 
ran from the corners of her mouth as Handsome howled in what could be 
described only as pleasure and then pulled his rapidly deflating cock 
from her glistening young lips. His penis flopped lifelessly in front 
of her still ravenously licking mouth, narrow strings of animal sperm 
still connecting to the deflated cock several inches away.

Ellen continued to screw her buttocks back tightly against Lucifer's 
still squirting organ in her rectum, milking it energetically with her 
rippling sphincter muscles, as with a rapturous shriek, she felt her 
own body explode into what seemed a million minuscule fragments 
shooting off into space.

"I'm cumming," she screamed proudly. "I'm cummmiinng!"

Tremor after tremor of wildly ecstatic pleasure made her kneeling young 
body jerk like a puppet on strings, and then she began moaning loudly 
in lewd delight, trying to pedal her open legs as if she were trying to 
crawl away, and an explosion of molten hot cum came flooding out of her 
teenaged loins like lava from an upside-down volcano, creating a milky 
pool on the mattress that made her knees slip and slide.

Gasp after gasp broke from her panting, passion-inflamed lips. She felt 
as if her soul were being ripped apart by the talons of an enormous 
eagle. But if this was dying, it was so heavenly that she knew she 
would want to do it again and again, right up to the very end of her 
life. She shuddered as everything in her soul and flesh started coming 
apart and singing with ecstasy. She wanted this moment never to end. It 
was a combination of being burned alive and having one's insides pumped 
full of honey from a giant hose.

It seemed like an eternity before she finally could get her head 
together again, and in between she collapsed with relaxed and exhausted 
happiness, falling into a post-orgasmic doze of indeterminate period. 
She could feel careful hands arranging her body so that she was able to 
nap more comfortably, and then there was a cool sheet being thrown over 
her sweat-cooled flesh.

And then she slept!

Eons later -- it seemed -- when she awoke, the beautiful thirteen year 
old girl gazed up weakly around at her three friends and their two 
dogs. A soft smile of gratitude crossed her radiant face.

Dominique smiled back at her and came over to sit down on the edge of 
the bed and run her fingers pleasantly through the opulent teenager's 
long gold hair. "Have a nice doze, precious?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Dominique. Are you all right?"

The men laughed. "We're fine," said Dominique. "It's you we're 
concerned about, dear. How do you feel?"

"Oh, Dominique," the winsome young creature breathed, nestling her face 
into the older woman's lap. "I've never felt so happy in my entire 
life," she blushed. "I've been very foolish."

They all smiled. "All right, then," said Dominique sweetly. "Let's go 
in and finish breakfast then. I'll bet you're famished."



Chapter 11


Amy had been using the big brass knocker on the Carters' big oak door 
for some time before she heard footsteps approaching from the other 
side.

At first she had assumed that her pretty young daughter and the Carters 
had gone for a drive somewhere, when there seemed to be no answer 
forthcoming from the big house. She knew how Ellen enjoyed riding in 
their convertible with the top down, her waterfall long honey hair 
floating gloriously in the wind. The Carters were probably her favorite 
people since they'd come to Kenilworth. They were so refined and well-
to-do. Little wonder Ellen found their company so pleasant.

There was a disconcerting one-way peephole in the Carters' front door, 
and now Amy had the distinctly discomforting impression that someone 
was peering at her through it. In such situations even the most cool 
individual would find it difficult to contrive a casual appearance, and 
Amy Winthrop was by no means cool. She fidgeted and looked alternately 
away from the little peephole, then back again defiantly with her 
eyebrows narrowed. She wasn't sure at all that she approved of this 
sort of circumspectness on the part of ordinary neighbors. One would 
think they were running a house of ill repute or something.

Then suddenly the door opened and there was Maxwell Carter, a tall, 
dark and handsome brute of a man with long wavy black hair and steely 
blue eyes which bored right through a person. "Hello, Amy," he said 
pleasantly.

"Hello," she smiled shyly. "Just thought I'd come by to borrow a cup of 
sugar." She looked up at his grand, broad-shouldered form. He seemed to 
fill the whole foyer. Almost six-foot-three, at least, she thought with 
a pleasant and easy comparison of his mature and sensual manhood, very 
dignified, and Billy Erspamer's winsome youthfulness.

He smiled indulgently and took her arm, guiding her inside and closing 
the door behind her. Their feet clattered on the elegant hardwood tiles 
of the entrance hall. "Ellen isn't here right now," he said in a 
masterful tone. "She's gone with Dominique up to our lake cottage at 
Libertyville. Is there anything I can get you? A martini, perhaps?"

Amy smiled nervously. This was the first time she had ever been alone 
with this devastatingly handsome man, and she had to admit that it gave 
her butterflies in her stomach. Her adventure with Billy Erspamer 
seemed to have heightened her general sexual awareness and sensitivity 
tremendously. She tried to be casual as she said, "Well, I rarely drink 
in the daytime ..."

"Just one, then," said Maxwell, taking her arm and guiding her 
dominantly towards the library. In another moment they were down the 
steps and walking across the plush purple carpeting towards the bar 
that had come sliding around open at the far side of the room. Amy 
smiled uncertainly and looked around. She had never been in such plush 
surroundings before. The Carters indeed seemed to have everything! She 
had never been in their library before, but the immediate impression of 
sumptuousness and spare-no-expense was forceful and pervading. She was 
impressed.

Carter went around behind the bar and began mixing them both a drink as 
she watched him. He said casually, looking down at his bottles and 
glasses in the sink below the bar, "The girls probably won't be home 
until quite late. That gives us some time to get acquainted and get to 
know each other. We've really been meaning to get to know you better. 
Ellen is quite a delightful child to have around."

She tried to read his words for anything more subtle, but his manner 
was so innocuous she failed to uncover any sinister hidden meanings. He 
was just a decent individual, a good man, and he really meant what he 
said, obviously.

She took the drink from him and smiled. "Thank you."

"Have a seat." He indicated the couch in back of her.

She sat down smiling and lifted her drink to her lips. The taste was 
not quite martini, but it was good and warming. She had the heady 
sensation that it was flowing right down her throat and into her 
vitals, which seemed to turn over with the minimum reaction required of 
a cold engine on a cold morning.

"So how are you finding our little town?" asked Carter pleasantly, his 
right arm resting casually over the back of the red leather arm chair 
so that she couldn't see his finger press a hidden button wired beneath 
the piano in back of it.

"Oh, it's very nice. The neighbors are very nice too, of course."

She drank some more of her very pleasant drink and noticed with a dull 
sort of awareness a very faint vibration which seemed to be in either 
the couch or in her loins, or perhaps both, as if a truck were passing 
in the street outside the house. She tried to shift her seat without 
being too obvious, but it seemed as if she had sat on some sort of 
ridge in the cushion, and it wasn't very easy to slip off of it.

"I understand you're a widow," he said pleasantly, drinking.

"Oh yes," not sure whether that required a smile or what.

"Must be difficult. After all those years of marriage, to suddenly be 
without a man."

The vibrations seemed to have increased subtly. There was a rubbery 
probing just beneath her rounded ass-cheeks. It seemed to be some sort 
of instrument inside the cushion. But that was absurd. She felt very 
self-conscious. His eyes were warmly upon her, and she felt awkward 
about trying to shift to another part of the couch.

She took another sip of her drink, which had turned truly delicious. 
The warmish feeling in her stomach was expanding into her rib cage, and 
from there upward into her deliciously ripened breasts. Her nipples 
began to tingle. She said, somewhat awkwardly, almost afraid of what he 
might reply, "Well, of course one gets used to having a man about the 
house ..."

"No, I mean for sex," said Carter frankly. He leaned forward, his glass 
in his large hairy hands. "I mean, after all those years of regular 
fucking, it must get very lonely inside your ..."

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, scarcely believing that she had heard 
correctly. Surely this well-spoken and good-looking man hadn't used 
that lewd word! Her eyes lifted and widened with astonishment. Beneath 
her, the pleasant sonorous drone of his roughly masculine voice had 
served to distract from the strange sensation of vibration under her 
loins. There definitely seemed to be something poking up now between 
her legs. The shape of it was roughly that of the end of a broom 
handle, round and firm. And she would have sworn it was really 
vibrating. She looked at her drink, puzzled. It was too late to move, 
as she seemed to be stuck on this ridged column. And anyway her lower 
body suddenly felt very tired.

Carter leaned forward, putting his fingers on her knee so confidently 
that she couldn't bring herself to object. He looked deeply into her 
eyes, and she found that his were slightly more hypnotic than they had 
been when he had first opened the door.

"But don't you feel," he asked, "that you are missing something when 
you don't have a man's long hard cock sliding up and down inside your 
juicy cunt from time to time?"

Amy gasped and put her hand to her throat. This conversation had gotten 
altogether out of hand. And now the strange sensations building in her 
loins served to keep her rooted to her seat. She didn't know if this 
tingling feeling was being caused by the vibrating prod in the cushion 
or by the drink or by the terribly wicked things he was saying, or 
perhaps by a combination of all of it. But in any case, despite her 
brain's insistence that she flee, her belly and thighs didn't seem to 
want to let her. Her sensually excited body seemed to be drenched with 
a weakness somewhat similar to what one feels during a bad case of the 
flu.

Then too, there was the fact that Maxwell Carter was a very handsome 
man. Now that Billy Erspamer had opened the floodgates with his 
masterful awakening of her voluptuous body, she had become aware of 
other men, too. Of men in general. Of sex in general. Where was the 
harm? She was a mature woman! Maxwell Carter was a mature and 
attractive man. For all she knew his penis might feel even better than 
young Erspamer's. That might be worth cheating on Billy for. And he 
wouldn't demand pay, either. With Ellen and Mrs. Carter away for the 
afternoon, it might prove a joyous respite to somewhat vary her sexual 
activities.

But on the other hand she mustn't appear too easy. Men never respected 
women who were human punchboards.

She crossed her legs at the knees, showing just a small amount of thigh 
and said absurdly primly, "I really don't think that's a topic open to 
general discussion. Isn't there something else we could talk about?" 
She scrunched down into her seat over the vibrating prod, which seemed 
to be stuck right up into the softly flanged lips of her warmly 
tingling pussy now. She tried to move slightly away in order to relieve 
the tantalizing sensation, but this only seemed to make it worse.

"Then you don't enjoy it when Billy Erspamer rams his big hard cock up 
into your sweet little cunt, Amy?"

The startled young mother gasped and put a hand to her throat. "Where -
- where ... oh God! Who ... told you that?" Suddenly she felt like 
screaming. If this man knew of her transgressions with Billy, then 
everyone in town must know it!

He came over abruptly and sat down next to her. Now it was really 
impossible to move. The vibrating broomstick beneath her loins was 
making her breath come faster and faster, and she knew her panties were 
already soaked from the lewd excitement. It was going to be impossible 
to retain her composure for very much longer.

"Oh, little boys have a way of bragging about their exploits," he said, 
his hand moving casually up inside her skirt along her sleek inner 
thigh. "You should have selected a more mature and discreet individual 
for your amorous adventures. Believe me, that would work out best. If 
you're going to fuck with children, they only fuck you back. Your hot 
little cunt is probably the talk of the locker room at New Trier High."

The sensations swimming through her internal organs were undeniable 
now. She wanted to push his hand away, or slap it, but his words were 
so startling that she was thrown into confused rout. This was not 
orderly, this approach. Like most women, she was befuddled and disarmed 
by any approach to her vault of love which was distinctly out of the 
ordinary. She honestly didn't know what to do. And now that terrible 
vibration of the bony prod inside the couch cushion had increased 
dramatically. She was being masturbated and she knew it; but the 
furthest thing from her mind was flight. Far from it! By now she 
definitely wanted something stuffed up inside of her wildly throbbing 
cunt that would help to still the live sensations swarming in her 
belly.

His words were also adding to this incitement dramatically. Shit, fuck 
and piss, suck and lick and eat were all words that Billy Erspamer used 
to turn her on and make her want to have wild uninhibited sex. She was 
programmed to respond to obscene language.

So she just stared at him, hypnotized, like a rabbit watching a python 
slowly uncoil. His hand came to rest softly against the white-pantied 
pubic triangle up between her thighs and, surprisingly to her, she did 
not resist automatically. Then his fingers were tickling at her 
frantically aroused genitals as his leonine head came forward, blocking 
out the light until she felt as if she were slipping into an 
immeasurable abyss. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were 
on hers, hot and heavy, breathing with passion as his tongue attempted 
to penetrate through her nervously quivering red lips.

At first the beautiful young widow was not sure how to react, but by 
now she was besieged by so many mutually distracting sensations that 
she was at a loss as to how she might cleverly resist without putting 
him off too much. After the initial minor resistance, her mouth opened 
instinctively and she sucked in his massive tongue, helpless to do 
anything but stroke it with her lips in the way honored by so many 
thousands of generations of womankind.

Her body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly round 
buttocks and began lifting the rear of her skirt. Now her excitedly 
tingling loins were totally open to the magnificent masturbatory 
sensation of whatever was going on inside the vibrating cushion with 
its unseen dildo.

He nudged her hips up then and she lifted them without resistance, 
breaking off their kiss long enough to mutter, "You're sure they won't 
be coming home soon?"

His only reply was a primitive grunt, and then his outsized fingers 
were slipping her panties off ripely rounded ass-cheeks and down her 
long tapered legs, finally dragging them off her feet as he took off 
her shoes. Amy smiled dreamily, going along with the tide, running her 
fingers through his curly hair. It would have been senseless to protest 
this far along.

She murmured something unintelligible and put her wet little tongue 
into his ear as his masterful hands slipped under her blouse to unhook 
her brassiere, which fell away without effort as she moved around so 
that he could pull it off. Her proudly upthrust breasts trembled and 
hardened slightly as they made naked contact with his big rough hands, 
and she groaned in ill-concealed eagerness.

She was naked now and yet curiously felt no extreme apprehension. 
Indeed, her lush mature body strained and worked with his hands as they 
coursed over it. He rubbed her quivering ass-cheeks in small circles, 
gently pressing apart the two full white moons in order to slide his 
finger toward the tiny puckered hole of her anus where it lay winking 
like a red star in the night within its soft hairless crevice. His 
tongue was again forcing its powerful presence down into her open 
mouth, and she found herself sucking on it ravenously.

In another moment his searching fingers had begun sluicing through the 
satiny moisture of her ebony black pubic hair. He pressed his 
outstretched middle finger up between the wetly heated flanges of her 
cuntal lips and she jerked spasmodically from this unexpected contact 
which sent a warm ripple of erotic sensation up her naked spine.

Amy groaned. The vibration in the cushion had continued, and it pressed 
upward into her nether passage as he turned her over so that she was 
flat on her back with the whole of her naked front presented to him 
like a delicious photograph of curvaceousness.

"Christ, you have some body," he muttered earnestly as his hands 
continued with their urgent work, titillating her throbbing hot flesh 
until she thought she would go out of her mind. "Ellen has nothing on 
you; nothing at all, believe me."

Ellen? What did she have to do with it? What did he mean by that?

He ran his hands reverently over her ripely matured breasts, her flat 
white stomach, her firm young thighs, dragging soft mewls and whines of 
fierce pleasure from her open mouth. Tiny licking flames were consuming 
her naked flesh, between the softness of her inner thighs, out through 
the tips of her throbbing and now hard nipples, and down back again 
into the seething cauldron of her vagina where it roared with white hot 
heat like the interior of a blast furnace converting high-grade ore to 
steel.

"My God," she groaned softly, "Oh my God, Maxwell. I like it. Oh go on. 
Don't stop."

Carter didn't need any urging. Glancing briefly in the direction of the 
hidden motion picture cameras, he continued rummaging his hands over 
her lush nakedness and exploring her warm moist mouth with his saliva-
drenched tongue. His fingers ran up between her thighs, searching for 
the seething core of her being. Her feverish cuntal furrow fairly 
jerked upwards toward his touch as if magnetized. "Aaaahhhh, that's it, 
that's it ... oh ... aaahhhhhh ...!" she sighed without pause, 
searching his mouth with her tongue and sucking on his hot pink 
bludgeon as if it were a miniature penis fucking her mouth.

Pausing only momentarily to strip off his clothes, Maxwell fell down 
again upon the victimized and nakedly writhing young widow, covering 
her excitedly quivering breasts with kisses and twisting them savagely 
with his hands. His mouth sucked first on one nipple, then on the 
other, until they were both standing like flags on a mountain peak.

Slithering on top of her eagerly squirming body, he could feel her 
shivering with undisguisable passion beneath him. "You planned this, 
you devil," she gritted hoarsely.

"Of course, my dear," he grinned down at her, tantalizing her sensitive 
flesh.

"Get it over then. You're driving me crazy!"

Carter laughed and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his 
hips. Only then did she really become aware of his massively pulsating 
penis. She started when she saw the menacing spear of hard flesh and 
the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swinging softly beneath it. But 
nonetheless the hopelessly aroused young mother spread her legs still 
wider, offering her wetly throbbing vaginal slit in sacrifice to his 
immense masculinity.

"Put it in," he croaked, then let his breath out with a long, low gasp 
as her hand burrowed down without hesitation and her warm fingers 
closed snugly around his rigid thrusting maleness, one thumb running 
affectionately up and down the sperm-bloated ridge beneath. Then her 
thumb and forefinger tightened around the throbbing purplish head, 
slowly but firmly pulling it toward her gaping vaginal aperture. He 
gasped as she peeled back the foreskin and gently pressed the sensitive 
moist tip against the fleshy wet folds of her open cunt. Her soft black 
pussy hair caressed it as it passed on through, the mouth of her vagina 
blowing on his cock with a burning desirous blast. The temptation was 
almost overwhelming to lunge forward and sink the whole of his heavy 
pulsating penis with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into her 
quivering little belly.

By now Amy was truly groaning with lust, tiny unintelligible gasps of 
hunger and pleasure seeping from between her tightly clenched teeth. 
Her soul literally ached as much as her body as her womb contracted 
with lust like a hungry animal. His great throbbing hardness was at the 
tight entrance to her vagina, pressing smoothly into the passion-
saturated folds. Oh God! What was he waiting for? It was agony ... no, 
wait ... there he was ... parting the silken softness of her black 
pubic hair with his hotly throbbing thickness.

"What are you waiting for?" she gasped. "Hurry ... the others will come 
back ..."

"I want to fuck your tits," he said, working his long rigid penis 
tormentingly around the outer edges of her wildly quivering cuntal 
mouth. He looked down at her large firm breasts with their enormous 
dark centers and erect nipples swaying gently outward from her slender 
rib cage and quivering slightly with each mewling gasp from her 
passion-soaked throat. Then he slithered up her chest and straddled her 
with one leg on either side of her torso, gently placing his throbbing 
hot penis within the narrow cleft of her soft warm fleshiness.

Fuck my tits? What on earth ...

Carter's hand reached down and crushed the resilient mounds between his 
strong, sinewy fingers, kneading and stretching them until she moaned 
with ecstasy. He watched them ooze through his hands like flaccid foam 
rubber, soft and yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment 
the pressure of his hands abated. He pressed them together so that they 
met across her chest and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his 
cock was sensuously entrapped. Then he began a gentle rocking motion, 
thrusting his pulsating rigidity in and out through the warm fleshy 
passage formed by her mounds, bumping her chin to wipe off the tiny 
spots of moisture as they appeared in the lust-swollen head of his 
penis.

Amy breathed heavily, totally unconscious of the subtle whirring of 
motion picture cameras in the distance. A smoky veil of passion 
obscured her dilated pupils, her nostrils flaring like a race horse's. 
This felt so unearthly nice. Why hadn't anyone ever used her breasts 
before like this? Her hips and buttocks writhed with desire, and her 
thighs trembled with unrelieved energy. This was nice -- fun -- but it 
wasn't what she wanted. If only he would fuck her and quell this raging 
desire!

But Carter had received a signal from behind the one-way mirror by the 
fireplace, just a subtle flash of light like that of a flashbulb going 
on. He nodded and his eyes locked unsmiling on her full red sensuous 
lips which were still quivering with desire.

He worked his way up her body slightly until his knees were on either 
side of her throat and his long thick cock pulsated directly over her 
beautiful sensuous face, giving her eyes a view of the throbbing sperm-
filled ridge underneath it. His testicles rested gently against her 
moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient 
mounds of her breasts squashed down under his buttocks. Then he placed 
both hands behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her 
neck up towards him so that her mouth was directly in front of his 
impatiently pulsating organ. Then he shoved forward, his buttocks 
rolling on the cushion of her massive breasts, until the tip of his 
penis was pressed softly between her slightly ovalled lips. He groaned 
as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brushing gently over his 
cockhead as her lips fell limply open, and her face moved forward of 
her own volition .

Her warm moist lips had barely ovalled around his hotly throbbing cock 
before the desire-crazed young widow started using her tongue, swiping 
it around it make his penis jerk violently. Her lips moved down his 
lust-thickened shaft of flesh to take in as much of it as her throat 
could swallow, coating its sensitive skin with saliva and an undulating 
warmth. He pushed his hands along either side of her hollowing cheeks 
and pressed inward as she licked and sucked hungrily.

Amy's tongue curled around his organ as if all the burning hunger in 
her cunt was now concentrated in the heat of her mouth. He flexed his 
loins in and out and rolled his backside around on her breasts as she 
took in all of his long hard cock and burrowed her nose in is own cum-
filled testicles slapping against her chin as she sucked, was 
excruciating and unbearable; he felt as if his penis were blowing up 
like a balloon. Then, almost before he realized what was happening, 
there was a shudder in his belly and a liquid white flow came rushing 
like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the bridge of his 
rapidly jerking organ. He gripped her head tightly with his fingers in 
her hair and rammed his wildly ejaculating cock far back into her 
throat, not letting her escape. She groaned as the heavy spurts of 
fiery hot cum came squirting out, stretching and bloating her cheeks to 
bursting. But she swallowed gluttonously, sputtering to keep from 
choking on the sticky white semen as he emptied his testicles into her 
voraciously sucking mouth.

She continued to suck hungrily on his deflating penis, undulating her 
buttocks and rubbing her thighs together, their tops flooded with her 
own liquid excitement.

Resolved to get her own orgasm as well, Amy licked and bit at his cock 
gently until it began to fill up with blood again. Then when her tongue 
and lips had restored it fully, her head dropped heavily back onto the 
couch, and the shamelessly aroused young widow spread her legs wide. 
The rejuvenated male instrument slipped wetly from her cum-filled lips, 
and her eyes flickered open as she peered at him through smoky, desire-
ridden dilated pupils. Then came her desperate croak, "Fuck me."

Carter smiled superciliously and moved down to make the connection. He 
could feel her wetly heated pussy lips throbbing with excitement as his 
fingers guided his rigid pole of flesh straight through her gaping 
cuntal mouth and into the furnace hot depths below. Her pussy hair was 
by now heavy with sexual secretion, and he was able to slide right up 
to her cervix with a single long, smooth stroke, which brought a gasp 
of rapture from her lust-constricted throat. There was not the 
slightest resistance as the naked young mother groaned with happiness 
and dug her fingernails into his swiftly moving buttocks. The smooth 
walls of her hotly quivering vagina covered his invading cock with more 
lubricant and undulated passionately as it moved on through, going 
deeper, ever deeper, up into her belly.

Amy felt as if her body was singing all over as Maxwell's masterful 
penis began pistoning in and out of her tightly clasping cunt. Her 
entire insides seemed to open like a sunflower to his wonderfully hard 
penetration. And then she began groaning and sighing ecstatically as he 
fucked her as viciously as he knew how, her voluptuous young body 
shuddering with wild, abandoned jerks, "Sssssssooo goooood," she 
moaned, her arms wrapping snugly about his swiftly-moving body, her 
face contorting with ecstatic passion.

Wet smacking sounds resounded through the library as they fucked 
demonically, like two people possessed, her cuntal lubricants 
overflowed the snug connection and flowed into the hotly undulating 
crevice of her buttocks. Her sex-ravenous body gyrated 
enthusiastically, anguishing as it sought its climax. Amy churned and 
twisted and thrashed, shrieking and begging and cursing for him to fuck 
harder and deeper. She spiraled her hungry little cunt up and down over 
his lust-hardened cock as though her hips were on a yo-yo string ... up 
and down ... up and down. Then ... it was there, the string breaking 
without warning!

"Oh God! I'M CUMMING! DARLING! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, locking her 
ankles high up around his back, and then all of her orgiastic fluid 
came gushing out in a mighty rush, flooding his sperm-laden balls, 
buttocks and thighs. He shoved her violently quaking thighs up over her 
shoulders and rammed his hips forward, grinding as deeply into her 
wildly convulsing vagina as he could go, until his hot liquid sperm 
exploded deep up inside her, shooting spurt after spurt into her warmly 
welcoming womb.



Chapter 12


On the other side of the one-way mirror which encircled the Carter's 
elegant stone fireplace, Ellen sat in an easy chair stroking Handsome's 
crown as the big dog gently nuzzled and licked at her swarming young 
pussy. She could no longer remember how many times he had fucked her 
and licked her cunt, all she knew was that she felt ridiculously happy 
and relaxed.

The fat man and the other, rather good-looking dog had gone home. It 
was herself and Dominique sitting back here with the motion picture 
cameras as they whirred, getting her mother's adventure with Maxwell 
Carter from every angle.

"Golly, my mother sure can suck cock, Dominique," said the buxom 
teenage blonde in awe. "I'd never have believed it."

Dominique squeezed the child's hand affectionately. "Remember what I 
told you, Ellen. Whatever your differences, she's still your mother."

Ellen shrugged luxuriously, her budding young breasts quivering in 
teenaged exuberance. "Oh poo, I don't care about Billy Erspamer any 
more." Then she smiled. "You've shown me that sex is normal, Dominique. 
You and Maxwell." She blushed. "I just want to show my appreciation."

Dominique looked through the glass to where Amy Winthrop was whining 
and moaning in delight under Maxwell's masterful fucking. "You have 
already, dear. And it was a good thing you told us about Billy. That 
and a few other things helped up to soften your mother up somewhat."

"Looks like she's having an orgasm," said the thirteen year old 
thoughtfully, biting her lip as she looked vaguely jealous.

Dominique smiled. "She certainly is! As soon as she's finished, we'll 
bring Handsome out to say hello to her." She squeezed Ellen's hand 
again. "Would you like that, dear? Would it turn you on to see our nice 
big doggy fucking your hot-blooded mother?"

"You know it would, Dominique. More than anything." Ellen rested back 
in the chair as Handsome's tongue spun like a bullet up through her 
moistly churning young cunt. She was almost ready to come again. And 
after that -- why, after that, their families were going to have whole 
new lives together.

She looked into the future and saw only fullness and sunshine.


The End
