AN AFTERNOON NAP
By Julie Taylor


Foreword

It's a simple enough matter to condemn incest, and simple enough to condemn
bestiality. But what of an impressionable teenage girl who makes love with and to a
German shepherd who is part of her own family? Can society find any excuse for her
behavior?
Author Julie Taylor has attempted to deal with this heart-rending situation in her
moving novel, An Afternoon Nap. Her characters are a composite drawn from persons
known well to the author during her many years of in-depth sociological studies. She
has chosen not to condemn the characters portrayed here, least of all the overdeveloped 
blonde teenager Evaline or the hypersexed housewife, Mrs. Matson, as they
both fall in love with Solomon, the huge powerful German shepherd belonging to the
Matson family. Rather she has attempted to portray a sympathetic picture of women at
odds with their own primitive natures, who come to understand all too well the "call of
the wild" as it was first immortalized by Jack London.
As a consequence, the publishers have felt it their social duty, as a matter of conscience,
to present Miss Taylor's story without trying to "dress it up" or obfuscate the more lewd
aspects of it. It is time that society faced these problems in an open manner, for merely
sweeping them under the rug can only lead to eventual disaster and the undermining of
every aspect of civilized life.
The Publishers
Sausalito, California
March, 1973


Chapter 1

Evaline tossed and turned in the orphanage bed as her dreams erupted in an orgy of
licentiousness. She was only thirteen years old, and yet she was reliving in her young
mind with deepest sensual pleasure a scattering of sexual experiences she had enjoyed
ever since she'd entered puberty just eighteen short months ago. There had been her
father, for one thing, and then the others – boys at school, men and boys in the various
foster homes she had lived in ever since her family had broken up, and so on. She saw
them all individually and yet collectively at the same time, all a part of the enormous
throbbing penis that she was imagining racing up between her shivering legs and into
her joy-bubbling young loins.
The young blonde cried out once, twice, her forehead erupting with perspiration, then
she seemed to sigh and lay back again, quite still but panting for breath.
Off to one end of the room, the brilliant spring sunshine streamed in through the large
open window. There was a delicate cooling breeze coming in through it, the same
breeze which was rustling the bushes outside. The budding branches of tall trees cast
small, dancing shadows against the far end of the room.
Evaline twisted on the bed, squinting slightly as she raised a slender white arm to shield
her pretty face from the brightness of the new day. Her long satiny blonde hair
cascaded over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head. The thin sheet was all
that shielded her remarkably well-developed young body from the gentle breeze that
was floating in from the open window.
Evaline had the build of a lush young Aphrodite and any impartial observer hovering
over the bed would have been able to trace her fully molded contours in detail through
the clinging sheet. It barely concealed the high-set, round hillocks of her firm young
breasts whose cherry-tipped nipples showed so clearly through the thin fabric. The
sheet then tapered down over her small girlish waist to swelling hips, a smooth flat
belly and long shapely thighs. Beyond that were breath-takingly curved young calves
tapering down into slender, well-formed ankles. Evaline had a body sufficient in its
voluptuousness to attract admiring attention from the most discriminating of males –
and envy from other women and girls too.
Her honey-blonde hair fanning out like fine copper wire on the pillow framed a heart
shaped face of such perfection that anyone would have stared at it as she passed. Her
bright blue eyes sparkled with innocence beneath long dark lashes, and were set slightly
apart. She had a dainty little nose and a full ripe mouth whose lower lip protruded
sexily in a permanent sultry pout that promised delectable kissing. She also had a
delicate chin and a soft, cream-white complexion. Evaline was one teenager who had
gone right into womanhood without suffering from a single pubescent pimple. Little
wonder that heads turned when she walked by.
She sat up and stretched, the sheet falling from her generously sculpted young form.
Her full-formed breasts joggled in their glossy skin and her little pink nipples hardened
perceptibly with the slight breeze coming in from the open window as if they were
being caressed by a lover. The large rosy areola around her nipples seemed to widen
and darken, filling with sporadic little bumps. Evaline made a little sigh and shook out
her long blonde hair. Last night with Dr. Morrow had just about exhausted her. She
was certainly glad now that she had pretended to be sick after dinner. Mrs. Williams
had promptly sent her to the infirmary, and to her surprise there had been no other
patients in the little room that comprised the sum total of St. Ludmilla's Orphanage's
hospital/medical facilities.
And then Dr. Morrow, an older and much wiser man of about fifty, had spoken to her
at length about her various behavioral problems until finally he had convinced her – his
eyes practically devouring her sumptuous young body the whole time – that perhaps he
could "help" her psychologically. Sex, after all, was said to be a great cure for most
mental problems...
Evaline smiled felinely to herself. Dr. Morrow had indeed "helped" her. Helped her so
much in fact, that eventually it was he himself who had needed help. And then she had
been most happy to oblige...
A bell was ringing in the distance, reverberating down the corridors outside the
infirmary. It occurred to Evaline as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes that this was
probably the morning she had been scheduled to meet her new foster parents. She
always enjoyed first meetings, and she was curious to see what her new "father" would
look like.
Severe, probably. Or with a hangdog expression and a laughable, phoney hypocritical
urge to do "the greatest good for the child". While all the time his own urges would be
boiling like fury in his pants. Evaline was just a child, but she knew all about foster
parents. She had already been through three sets of them, and none of the fathers had
taken very long to fall for her. All that exotic blonde pulchritude walking around the
house, satin-yellow hair fanning out over her taut young buttocks, had just been too
much for them to take.
Even at thirteen, Evaline was beginning to recognize and appreciate the fact that men
were all fundamentally the same. Not that this displeased her. On the contrary. She
would have been mightily disappointed if men – all men – didn't persist in finding her
irresistibly attractive and themselves unable to keep their hands off her. Being
immature, life held precious few other intellectual stimuli for her than the psychological
impetus she received from sex.
The bells in the corridor rang out again, more shrilly now, and she shrugged, tossed her
long gold hair, and got out of bed. She carried herself proudly, knowing completely her
full worth and disinclined to shortchange herself. She had learned early that beauty like
hers made its own rules in life and could afford to ignore the more usual moral and
sexual proscriptions. Her large – but not abnormally so – firm breasts were perfect
additions to her general sculpture, which was perfection itself. Everywhere was
smoothness, curvaceousness, cuddliness. She was a big warm sex doll just longing to be
held.
She shook her soft hair over her shoulder as she bent to pick up her robe. The other
girls had probably been to that silly chapel business already and she was glad she had
missed it. She had also missed kitchen duty this morning, due to her "illness". Evaline
had a way of arranging her schedule to suit herself and her needs. There were few girls
in the school more adept at this than herself.
Her mouth curled sourly. She hoped that she wouldn't run into Dr. Morrow again
before she left. Men had a tendency to get maudlin about partings – especially older
men. And Morrow was probably no better in that regard than the rest of them. He
would probably want to kiss and fondle her a little before she left, too. She didn't go for
prolonged engagements, and she had never met a man yet who could control her
interest for an indefinite period. Usually they came and went like flashes in the night,
Haley's Comets, more shooting stars than steady constellations in her mixed repertoire.
She tightened up the belt on her plain orphanage robe, seeing to it that the folds
opened just enough in front to reveal her healthy young cleavage, her long blonde hair
falling over her back in a luxurious waterfall effect. Then she licked her sultry pouting
lips with their sexy lower jut in order to make them shine slightly. The darting pink
spear of her tongue glistened momentarily in the reflection of the mirror above the
washbasin, and then was gone.
She was ready to face the day.
She only hoped that her new parents would be nice. Perhaps with them she would find
the total, complete happiness she was endlessly searching for. Well, one could always
hope. She was young yet, and she was half convinced that she had not as yet tried
everything.
Oh, if only they were nice. And loving. Nice and loving. The two combinations any
poor orphan girl would give up her all for.
She giggled and pushed open the swing door to the hall. No one was in sight, and
especially – thank goodness! – not Dr. Morrow. If he knew she was leaving today, he
might try to keep her by saying she had beri-beri or something. She had to run down
the hall, and fast, and get into her clothes in the dormitory and get all her belongings
organized for the nice trip she was probably going to take.
And so she ran as fast as her long curvaceous legs would take her, down the corridor –
just as Dr. Morrow appeared behind her at one end of it, staring after her thoughtfully
as her shapely buttocks jiggled and danced beneath the loose-fitting robe.
He smiled to himself and stroked the light tinge of beard on his chin.
They're going to have their hands full with that one, he thought with a smirk as he
took his pipe and pouch out of his pocket and began distractedly filling it. He
wondered if Evaline's new foster father was going to have the energy for her.
I certainly didn't, he thought with some satisfaction and no trace of guilt, and then he
turned to the right and entered his consulting office. At least a half dozen girls were
waiting with sore throats for the sort of prescription that only he was capable of
prescribing for them.
But not today, he thought exhaustedly. Not after Evaline.
And then he nodded to them, smiling, and went past into his inner office to wash up.
Melody and Martin Matson sat in Mrs. Williams' office in the orphanage and tried not
to appear uncomfortable. They had never engaged in anything like this before, although
they knew it was their duty to carry it through. Mrs. Matson, tall, dark and buxom, sat
primly in her seat with their German shepherd Solomon held tightly on his leash.
Though she was a tall woman, Mrs. Matson was not slender. In a Las Vegas chorus line
a body like hers would have been considered voluptuous. But Melody Matson kept
herself so primly wrapped up in dark, loose-fitting garments that usually people could
not tell just how she was put together. Her long shining black hair – which she had
never cut – was rolled up in a snug little bun in back of her head. If anything, it gave
her a slightly Victorian air, as if she were one of those 19th-century women who were
constantly swooning from a bad case of the "vapors" when anything tawdry was
mentioned.
Not that she was all that weak-kneed, however. Indeed, there was even a faint aura of
subtle tasteful strength about her. She had been the perfect wife to Martin Matson and
she hoped to continue in her perfection. There was only one flaw in the ointment, only
one instance of their disobedience to God's will. And that was that they had failed
miserably to produce children.
Not that they hadn't tried. Martin was an artful and energetic lover, and he had given
the matter every attention. Still they were childless. Doctors could find nothing wrong
with either of them, so it had to be fate, or the Lord's will. And then they had heard of
women who, for some reason, managed to become pregnant almost immediately after
adopting a child. Some said it had something to do with the glands or something. In
any case, such cases were not uncommon. They had resolved to give it a try –
tentatively.
Which was why they were taking in a foster child instead of trying to adopt one. If they
found that the situation was not suitable, they could discontinue the arrangement with
a minimum of fuss. No one was forced to keep a foster child. It was merely an
arrangement – no more, no less. They would see how things worked out.
Not that they weren't expecting the best. Mrs. Williams of St. Ludmilla's had assured
them she knew of just the little girl who could benefit from a bit of loving kindness,
poor thing. And in turn they would benefit, too, from being permitted to bring some
joy into the heart of a homeless youngster. It was exactly the sort of situation that
Melody Matson regarded as acceptable and proper. They would be doing their
charitable duty and at the same time experimenting to see if there was anything in that
adoption-glands-baby theory.
She looked down at their large German shepherd, Solomon, and stroked the sleek furry
crown of his head. Solomon had been so restless lately. Perhaps he could use a young
companion around the house too. Occasionally it seemed to Mrs. Matson that maturity
for Solomon had brought with it a faintly wistful lonely expression. They had had him
ever since he was a pup, and he was largely a house dog, as there were so few other
dogs in the neighborhood for him to play with. And now that he was getting older...
well... she was respectable, but on the other hand she understood very well that dogs,
like other animals, had certain needs... that is, sexual needs... She was not such a prude
that she couldn't recognize and accept that fact. She knew what went on in the world.
Animals reproduced, and that was God's will. She was not the sort of dog owner who
tacitly assumed that dogs were not to be interested in sex when they were owned by
human beings. She understood.
Melody touched her hair self-consciously and looked over at her handsome husband,
Martin. She had tried to be a good wife to him. Had she succeeded? Was she everything
he wanted? Whether she was or not, they were married, and among people like
themselves, that was for life. Still, occasionally she couldn't help but wonder. She knew
that Martin was somewhat more sexed than she, and she was realistic enough to be able
to appreciate that such things were more important to men than women.
She had tried to be good for him, and he never made any unchaste requests. She
assumed that he was satisfied.
But why had she suddenly begun thinking of that? She had been thinking of Solomon,
and before that of their new adventure, the taking in of a foster child. Her thoughts
seemed to be roaming aimlessly of late. They were random instead of orderly.
Well, maybe she would settle down with the happiness of having a small child in the
house. And Solomon, bless him, would have a companion of sorts, too.
She stroked under Solomon's smooth furry throat and he seemed to purr like a cat.
Looking down, her eyes met with his, and his big brown eyes were so human that she
was really touched looking into them. Her beautiful Solomon – their beautiful Solomon
– he was probably the handsomest dog anywhere. He had an affectionate nature and an
almost human understanding of all situations. When she looked into the warm limpid
pools of his beautiful eyes she felt instinctively that Solomon loved her them. That is,
he loved them, the both of them.
While it was true that Martin was occasionally a bit curt with the dog, she knew this
didn't diminish the bond between them. Dogs expected a certain amount of domination
and direction from their masters – everyone knew that. It was almost a sign of
Solomon's sturdy, stalwart nature that he took every command without the slightest
demur. He was not lazy in the slightest, even though he was a big shaggy beast with
perhaps just a little too much meat around his outsized body. He reacted with alacrity
to the slightest command and never showed anything but affection for either of them.
And now they would have another small guest in the house. She could imagine the two
of them playing on the lawn, or Solomon carrying the little girl's books to school in his
teeth. What a lot of fun they would have together. Children and dogs complimented
each other in every way.
She smiled softly to herself and raised her eyes to Mrs. Williams, who seemed to be
studying something on her desk with Utmost intensity, her grayed head bent to display
an array of large colored pins that held her hair together. Momentarily it occurred to
Melody to wonder how it was that a woman came to spend her whole life as an
administrator in an orphanage looking after other people's children, but she supposed
there were good reasons. Mrs. Williams seemed like an intelligent person. No doubt she
had a great deal of love in her heart for her little charges.
But where oh where was the little girl who would be a visitor at their house? How
Melody longed to see her and hold her on her lap. Of course, Mrs. Williams had
already explained a few things about Evaline – that was her name – namely, that she
was from a broken home, as many of the girls at St. Ludmilla's were, and that she was
just thirteen and somewhat shy because of all the unfortunate experiences she had lived
through. Still Mrs. Williams felt that with a good home and proper understanding, the
security of affectionate foster parents, Evaline would develop into a useful teenager and
worthwhile human being.
And, from Mrs. Williams' briefing, it was easy for Melody to imagine her foster
daughter. She would be slight, self-conscious and small-boned, with her hair tied in a
pretty pink ribbon, and she would look at her shoes when she addressed them. Which
was just as well. Then it would be the Matson's job to draw her out of herself and assist
in the development of her young personality. It all seemed quite wonderful and virtuous
somehow.
Martin cleared his throat and glanced at her. The air was thick with a honeyed silence,
and the time had certainly worn on. The big school clock in back of Mrs. Williams'
desk announced the time as eleven o'clock. Surely the girl should have been here by
now. She was way overdue. Outside, the spring breeze was nudging the trees lazily,
carrying a tumescent sweetness that made Melody ache for a nice warm bath in the
coming pleasant afternoon. Martin had taken the day off from the office to come with
her to St. Ludmilla's and pick up young Evaline. Certainly the girl should be appearing
soon.
Martin Matson cleared his throat again and asked Mrs. Williams, "She does know that
we're here, doesn't she?"
"Oh yes," said the matron Director crisply, "she knows. "I've sent someone to get her.
She should be here any minute now."
Mrs. Williams looked down at Evaline's file and felt as if she wanted to say something
under her breath. It was going to be a relief to get Evaline out of the Home again and
safely ensconced with a fresh set of foster parents. Hopefully, this set-up would hold up
better than the last, but, in any case, it was urgent to get her clear of the other girls. She
was a desperately misleading influence on them, and had dozens of them now walking
with sensuously swinging hips and talking with sexy drawls. With a girl like Evaline
around, the rest of them invariably got out of hand. She stirred up a vague
licentiousness in every situation she came into contact with. Mrs. Williams had the
welfare of the other girls to consider. The Matsons would have to take their chances.
She sighed wearily and looked toward the door...
... just as it parted slightly and a wee small voice called out, "Are you all looking for
me?"


Chapter 2

If Melody and Martin Matson were surprised at the voluptuous appearance of their full
blown thirteen year old foster daughter, Evaline was even more surprised at the way
they looked.
For one thing, Martin Matson was almost the spitting image of her own father. He had
thick black curly hair which almost shone in the sunlight coming through the window,
one lock of it trailing attractively over his forehead. And his eyes, while a sapphire blue
instead of her father's green, were equally disconcerting, so that Evaline felt as if they
were laser beams getting right down between her legs and burning into her tender
young pussy-lips. Martin Matson had very large eyes, and they were singularly piercing,
although he probably wasn't aware of it. They were probably his most attractive feature
– although Evaline also looked instinctively at the bulge in the center of his trousers
and wondered about what was hidden there.
"Oh, it's you, Evaline," said Mrs. Williams. "These are Mr. and Mrs. Matson, your new
foster parents. Where are your things, dear?"
Evaline tossed her soft honey hair across her back and did a neat curtsy so that Mr.
Matson could see the nice way her breasts bobbled under her snug blue sweater. She
had worn a particularly flimsy brassiere this morning, and she knew that her nipples
were probably more prominent than they should be. She wondered if he would notice.
He wouldn't be human if he didn't.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Matson," she said sweetly without a trace of the
shyness that Melody had been led to expect.
Good Lord, she's well-developed for her age, Melody thought involuntarily. She looks
more like eighteen.
Martin appeared to be similarly taken aback. He fairly stared at his new charge. Evaline
was hardly what he had expected. She was altogether too – curvaceous – for a girl her
age. Her breasts and hips appeared to be unusually firm and full. This was a mature
woman looking at him from beneath such minx-like lashes – he was sure of it.
"I thought you said Evaline was only thirteen," Melody said abruptly with complete
frankness.
Mrs. Williams blushed and looked down at Evaline's file. "Well, she is, Mrs. Matson.
You see, that's on her birth certificate... that is..."
Suddenly Evaline's sweet baby face clouded up. "Don't you like me?" she asked with a
tear-choked voice.
Melody looked to Martin for support. Her husband's face appeared noncommittal.
"Well, uh," Melody began self-consciously, "it's not that we don't like you, dear, it's just
that... uh..."
How could she say it? That they had expected someone with smaller breasts, or none at
all? Melody was totally at a loss and nonplussed. She was far too conservative to speak
frankly what was in her mind. Stymied, she blinked uncomprehendingly as Evaline
suddenly threw herself at the older woman's feet and burrowed her golden head in her
lap, sobbing eloquently: "Oh, don't send me away, mother. I've been lonely so long...
oh... please!"
To Mrs. Williams, her young charge's dramatic behavior appeared a parody and slightly
ludicrous in light of what she knew about Evaline's past and present behavior. Still, she
wisely kept silent, for Mrs. Matson was plainly affected by this overacted emotive
outburst. The strait-laced looking woman put her fingers on the child's golden head and
whispered awkwardly, "There, there, dear. Get control of yourself. I was merely asking
Mrs. Williams a question, that's all. Of course we're not sending you away. We want
you to come and live with us very much."
What she didn't say was that it was Evaline's use of the dramatic word mother which
had so eloquently evoked the warm response that Mrs. Matson could not control. True,
the child was mature physically, but she was still a child nonetheless. There was still
room in her development for a good Christian upbringing. She would be the perfect
addition to the Matson household.
Evaline looked up at her and blinked, small glassy tears seeping from her flickering
lower eyelids. "I'll do anything – anything – Mrs. Matson, if you'll let me stay."
"There, there, dear," Melody echoed. "All this carrying on will not be necessary. I'm
sure you're just the sort of little girl we've been looking for to complete our happy
home."
"Where do we sign the papers, Mrs. Williams?" Martin Matson asked, looking directly
at the Director and only at her. Evaline blinked again and looked at him as Solomon
looked up at her, his long pink tongue hanging out. He seemed to be panting slightly
on this warm springish day.
What a lovely handsome dog, Evaline thought instinctively when she noticed his
attentive stare. I wonder how we'll get along?
And then Mrs. Williams shoved the necessary papers across her desk for Martin's
signature. There was a slightly crooked unnatural smile on her strained face. Although
she wasn't exactly sure just what she was smiling about.
The ride back to the white frame house in Danville where the Matsons lived was
leisurely and took very little time at all. For most of it Evaline sat in the back with
Solomon's friendly big head in her lap. She stroked his crown, his snout, and gently
caressed her fingers across his flickering eyelids.
Solomon could feel a fluttering in his loins that he almost never felt with his other two
masters, for they rarely fondled him in this affectionate manner. There was a stirring in
his testicles as his glands began to respond involuntarily by producing a small amount
of sperm. The furry scabbard containing his penis bobbed slightly and there was a
tremor of excitement throughout his genitals. His large brown eyes glanced excitedly up
at the young girl's pretty face with its soft halo of blonde hair. His nostrils dilated and
he panted slightly, his mouth narrowly parted. If she was going to be a part of their
family.
On her part, Evaline found Solomon's big fur-smooth head resting in her lap very
comforting. She felt sure that they were going to be good friends. She had never had a
dog, and she'd always envied other children who did. In particular, girls who owned
German shepherds always seemed to have pleasant happy natures, evidence of a
cheerful home life. So there was something about this type of dog and the joy they
brought into a home...
Her eyes glance at the moving countryside around them. She felt sure she was going to
like Danville! She always enjoyed going to a new town and meeting new people. And
Mr. Matson was so reminiscent of her daddy whom she had loved desperately until he
had deserted the family and run away from home, consumed by guilt over what he and
his daughter had been doing.
Her gaze fastened on the back of Mr. Matson's head. He had jet black curly hair and
was very attractive, with that strong jaw feature her father had, too. He was obviously a
real man!
She couldn't help wondering if his sexual equipment compared with her father's too.
His had been considerable, and would take some beating.
She closed her eyes and smiled softly to herself, her long dark lashes fluttering with
emotion above her rosy cheeks. Daddy had been the best – there would never be
another like him. He had really awakened her pubescent body to the possibilities of
physical love.
She stroked Solomon's soft fur absently as she remembered how lovely and wonderful
and exciting it had been with her father, scarcely noticing at all that the dog was really
getting worked up into a state from her feline caress. Because from where she sat it was
impossible to see underneath him – to where his penis was gradually emerging, pink
beneath its dark furry concealment.
Daddy... she daydreamed... daddy... there was an ache between her legs...
remembering...
She remembered how desperately she had teased him – walking around the house so
ill-concealed that she was actually almost naked, hugging him at odd moments and
rubbing her swollen young breasts into his shoulder when he sat reading his evening
paper, and so on. Walking with a subtle sway of her firm molded hips whenever she
knew he was looking...
She had been proud of her premature development – what girl wouldn't be – and her
natural inclination had been to tease and sashay just a little too much, little realizing
that some actual sexual culmination might result if she led her father on a little too far.
And then it happened. That night when Mom had gone to visit Aunt Emma.
That was the night that Evaline had paraded more teasingly than ever. And once,
apparently by accident, the towel had slipped as she was walking from her evening
shower back to her bedroom. And her father had looked up the stairs at her joggling
white breast mounds with unconcealed desire. Then she had giggled and apologized
lamely, as if it were just an accident, and run to her bedroom.
She had fallen asleep soon thereafter, and was only half-awake and in a trance-like state
when she noticed her father pushing open the door to her bedroom and coming slowly
across the carpeted floor.
She had opened one eye just a slit so he couldn't tell she was coming awake and
watched him.
It had been a warm night and the sheet had fallen off her developing young body so
that he was peering at her through the moonlit darkness as a totally naked, voluptuous
young blonde. Her thighs had fallen open so he could probably dimly make out the
wisps of soft blonde hair that covered the erotic mound of her lower belly. His tongue
ran over his lips and he seemed to be breathing very fast. She sensed a certain
overheated sweatiness, even in the cooling twilight of the darkened room.
Pausing momentarily, he approached the bed again. Her heart seemed to be beating
like a hammer in her heaving chest. What was he going to do? For some obscure reason
she was desperately afraid at that moment.
The seconds of waiting for her father to make an overt gesture seemed to tick on like
hours. Then, finally, he moved catlike around to the foot of the bed, not taking his gaze
from her generously contoured figure sprawled so limply and enticingly on top of it.
She had drawn one knee up flat on the bed even with her hip and the smooth white
flesh of her inner thigh gleamed faintly in the darkness, luring him on. And she was
sure now that the soft golden hairs covering the exposed, still tightly closed lips of her
vagina were fully visible.
She could hear her father sigh into the stillness of the room and, although the angle
made watching him difficult now, she was obscurely aware that he had taken the bulge
of his trousers in his hand and was gently manipulating it.
He seemed to draw in his breath continually as he marveled at her lush blonde beauty.
She was probably the purest and most innocent thing he'd ever seen naked.
Remembering what girls at school had explained to her of how men made babies, she
sensed that, by now, his organ had been goaded into rock-hardness. She could imagine
the blood throbbing painfully into its large, rapidly expanding head, tiny droplets of
thick seminal fluid already beginning to seep from the sensitive contracting gland at its
tip, smearing wetly against the interior of his clothing.
I am doing that to him, Evaline had thought with some satisfaction. Oh my God – he
wants me.
Then, to her amazement, she spied him doing something which set her inflamed young
heart racing madly. For, suddenly, her father zipped down his pants, silently opening
his fly to reach inside his shorts and grip an object which – to one of Evaline's tender
years – seemed terrifically massive.
Oh my God, she thought. I could never take that inside me! What's he going to do?
He'll kill me if he tries anything!
But, for the moment, her father had merely massaged the heavy thick foreskin slowly
back and forth over his jerking cock-head as he advanced around the bed toward her
proud young virginal body. She was trying desperately to feign sleep, but she couldn't
repress a tremor of excitement which passed like a ball of lightning through her
innocent young body. This was it! The mystery! At last!
She sensed instinctively that her father intended to ram deeply up between her open
thighs with his fierce-looking instrument. He would bury its blood-swollen head far
inside her and make her belly heave with delight and anxiety. But was she big enough?
Should she resist? Or was it too late? All these thoughts raced through her pretty brain
in myriad confusion.
His trousers dropped heavily to the floor as he fully exposed his thickly gleaming
member. It was much bigger than she had ever expected, and quite took her breath
away. It stood out in proud menacing erection over her spread-eagled, trembling white
body, and his hand fondly caressed it, occasionally swooping down to stroke his heavy
hairy testicles as well.
He slowly unbuttoned his soiled, sweat-soaked shirt and threw it on the chair in the
corner. It was plain that he was leaving his shoes and socks on in case he had to get out
in a hurry.
He stood a moment longer over her nervously shuddering body, stroking himself into a
rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white-hot spurts at any moment, no
doubt imagining his convulsions as he pumped all his teeming load of cum up into her
virginal belly.
And she was right in that estimation, for her father was indeed anxious to shoot his hot
roiling sperm up into her – but mostly he was interested in fucking into her mouth.
For some time he had found himself going to bed with the dream of her sweet red lips
wrapped snugly and affectionately around his pulsating hard cock, sucking madly. And,,
finally, he could take it no longer. With her mother out of the house, the moment was
ideal. It would be a beautiful sight to see his hard penis throbbing out its load into his
helpless beautiful daughter's face, her sultry carmine mouth clinging to his shooting
member like liquid rubber. And maybe he would even shoot some of it over her high
firm young breasts and watch it dribble down. It would trickle all the way from her
chin to the hollow of her throat and then form warm sticky pools between her gorgeous
maiden breasts.
But was that wise? The lust-possessed father searched his conscience. If he fucked her
without waking her, he could still be safe from detection. She might ascribe it to a
dream. But God, he wanted to get into her virginal belly and mouth something terrific!
He was sure her tongue wrapped around his cock would be like whipped cream.
Still, he didn't dare. If he shot into her mouth, some would inevitably dribble down and
leave telltale traces on the rest of her body. No, he had to blow all of it into her tight
young cunt.
Still, he couldn't resist trying one small touch of her mouth before climbing between
her outstretched legs. He knew the risk of losing his load was great, but he just had to
see those sultry ruby lips around his penis for just a second at least... to remember for
all time. He had thought so much about that while he was downstairs waiting for her to
go to bed.
Now he kneeled down on the edge of the bed by her head and turned it gently toward
his lewdly erected penis. Alarm bells rang jarringly through Evaline's brain, but she
didn't know what to do. She had come so far already... she had to go through with it or
do something that would embarrass them both for the rest of their lives...
She could feel his thick fingers in her soft blonde hair. Just what did he have in mind?
Why was he holding her head like that?
But then suddenly, when her lips were only inches away from the bulbous shiny tip of
his penis, her father pushed his hips toward her upturned face, laying the wet sticky
underside of the throbbing head in the small valley formed by her closed lips. Then he
placed one thumb under her tiny nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly
outward until his heavy glans pressed slightly through her stretched soft lips and came
to rest against her bared teeth, her lips forming a puckered furrow along its length.
Then he flexed his pelvis slightly back and forth until small droplets of cum seeped
from his throbbing hard cock-shaft warmly lubricating her pouting lips surrounding it.
At first Evaline didn't know what to make of the taste of her father's cum. But she
knew right away that it didn't disgust her as she might have expected it would. Far
from it. In fact, once she got past her initial surprise she found the taste of it delicate
and just a trace salty. There was a musky masculine taste to it that put it on a par with
an exotic delicacy like caviar, or perhaps a fine wine – although her experience along
those lines was strictly limited. Still, the impressed young girl suspected that the
comparison was apt.
So apt, that eventually she found herself earnestly tasting it and licking off each new
droplet, then swallowing hungrily. Cum was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted
in her young life. Why hadn't anyone told her it was so scrumptious?
Her father groaned as the tiny darting spear of her tongue flicked out, licking off his
preseminal seepage. The warm air from her nostrils blew on the muscular bridge of his
cock and made him quiver all over with desire. Her beautiful body made him
fantastically restless – he had never in his life seen such gorgeous, widely spaced breast
pears as those on the heaving chest of his fair young daughter.
Looking down directly into her apparently sleeping face, he could see small rivulets of
his cum fluids running slowly out of the corners of her mouth on either side, dribbling
like tears down her pretty cheeks. The child probably imagined she was dreaming, and
instinct had taken over from there. Jesus, he wanted like anything to shoot his hot
stream up into that sleek white throat and watch her Adam's apple bob up and down as
she gulped it into her. Well, maybe he would do that some other time when there was
less chance of being caught in the act. Or maybe, as she got older, she would become
more amenable to his will. Sex was a funny thing. Once you had a little, you wanted
nothing less than a lot. She might just come around like a house afire.
He reached one hand down and stroked upward over her rounded snow-white belly
that shone so pristinely in the moonlight bathing his daughter's room, over the
magnificence of her breasts, then underneath her firmly molded throat. She was
delicious. A female like this a man could only want to eat alive. He wanted to touch
and fondle her rich full womanhood to his heart's content.
With the thumb and forefinger of his left hand he reached over and pushed her lips
more tightly against his lewdly throbbing member between them, gently continuing his
slow sawing motion. His other hand moved over her magnificent upthrust breast
mounds, tweaking the taut little nipples between his fingers until he could feel them
hardening mechanically under his ardent caress.
Evaline shifted slightly under him, unable to repress the soft happy moan that echoed
from her subtly suctioning young lips. Her father's penis was more delicious than
anything she'd ever tasted and the resilient feel of its rubbery head between her lips was
putting her loins in a turmoil. All logic had fled – she wanted only to know more,
more.
All at once, her father started, aware suddenly that the naked Venus lying before him
was behaving a bit more "awake" than could be reasonably expected. His lurching rod
fell from between her gently nibbling lips and down over her chin, leaving thin threads
of warm white stickiness trailing behind it.
Evaline started as well, fairly snorting as the delectable male organ was removed from
her ardently searching young lips. Her thighs rustled uncomfortably, rubbing in
thwarted desire against each other. It was maddeningly difficult to keep up this pose of
being asleep. She was beginning to feel a real excitement and an insidious warming in
her own loins. It was as if there were a dozen snakes down there, worming about –
lusting to be freed. She could barely control her urge to cry out with hot hungry desire.
Meanwhile, her father stroked his fervently throbbing penis thoughtfully, finally
reaching down and running his other hand over his daughter's increasingly heaving
mounds of cream-white breast flesh. And then, his heart pounding savagely in his chest,
he found his golden goal – the moist velvety folds of her virginal cuntal lips below...
Evaline writhed tumultously and groaned with well-aroused lust as her beloved daddy's
fingers contacted her insistently tingling pussy mouth. Her body had become
squirmingly alive under the magic attention of his strong hands, which were now
stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of single-minded desire as tiny goosebumps spread
out over her sensitive teenage nakedness.
God, she wouldn't be able to resist him now! She wanted him to climb on top of her
quickly and assuage this terrible new thirst! Quickly! Her body ached for his penis
inside her, filling her up, ached to be touched gently and teasingly as he was doing
now!
So this was what it was like to be titillated until one went out of one's mind with desire!
She understood now how he must have felt as she paraded through the house almost
totally undressed, her vulnerable virginity tantalizing but just out of reach. For now she
wanted desperately for her dad to send his penis shooting up inside her – yes, she
wanted him to possess her as she knew men possessed women and to quiet that
frightening thunder that was building up deep, deep inside her churning loins from that
maddening play of his knowledgeable fingertips on her defenseless nakedness.
Her tongue ran absently around her moist tremulous lips, savoring the sticky pungent
taste of the strange moisture that had painted them so glossily. The odor of his cum
wafted in through her flared nostrils and she breathed it deep inside her squirming
body. It did strange things to her, that odor and taste coursing through her bloodstream
like an aphrodisiacal balm, lighting titillating fires in her tiny tautening nipples and
causing a throbbing in the nerve endings of her tight hot vagina. She could feel
dewdrops of moisture forming between her open legs as the exposed hair-lined lips of
her cunt began a slow spasmodic contracting, palpitating wetly against each other.
Then, suddenly, she could no longer keep her moans in check. "Ooooh, papa... ooooh
yess, rub me... rub me like that... ooooohhh..."
Her father, at first taken aback, broke into a slow grin, his teeth showing through the
unshaven stubble around his lips, his greedy eyes feasting lewdly on her wantonly
gyrating nakedness. Then he got up onto the bed, making it sag with his weight. His
beautiful blonde daughter now seemed to be only half asleep. Could it be that she was
dreaming of him? Or was she secretly awake and had been all the time? He didn't know
which prospect was more exciting. But, in any case, there was no cause for delay now –
she wanted him and she had said so.
Evaline squirmed in agony, her yellow hair flailing on the pillow. She felt helplessly
caught in the deep sharp pricks of lust that were dancing through her earnest teenage
flesh.
And then, suddenly, her father was moving between her legs, crouched on all fours
above her milk-white young body, pushing her lithe unresisting thighs wide apart. He
crawled between them, his knees pressed between her ankles and his face panting just a
few tantalizing inches above the hair-covered "vee" of her spread-open pussy. His
mouth watered as his eyes looked down at the beckoning little slit rotating sensuously,
expectantly, just below his lips. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, mingling with her
juices in the glistening narrow furrow that started at the bottom of her smooth white
belly and trailed along through the rounded half moons of her buttocks pressed tightly
down into the mattress.
Through half-slit eyes Evaline could see her father's shadowy form crouching between
her opened legs. She could feel the palms of his sweaty hands pushing flat against the
softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was open to
him to do as he willed with it. She watched with bated breath as his head lowered
slowly – slowly – and then...
"Oooooooh," she breathed huskily, her pelvis jerking into his face, "Paaaaapa..."
His hotly groping lips closed over the silky mound at the base of her belly, his face
indistinct in the semi-darkness vanishing entirely from her view into the soft blonde
fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on her virginal pussy, his tongue flicking lizard
like at her quivering cuntal opening.
It seemed as if she was no longer able to control herself – to still her raging desire in
any way. Her hands began to move sensuously down her undulating stomach, coming
to rest on either side of his urgently embedded face. Her trembling fingers stroked
tentatively for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs – then slowly spread
the fleshy hair-lined lips of her moist pussy-furrow apart, allowing her dad's thirstily
lapping tongue still greater access to her sacred velvet secrets.
She cried out involuntarily as her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head
lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow. Her father's hot searing tongue
shot out, its madly flicking tip encircling her quivering erected clitoris – and then his
lips were sucking ravenously, drawing the soft warm folds deep into the obscene
furnace cavern of his mouth, his tongue continuing its obsessed licking against the
straining pink bud of her thirteen year old clitoral bud, not giving her a moment's rest.
Evaline groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the older man's fiery probing
tongue-tip worked its way up and down the length of her narrow pussy-slit, starting at
her lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic-rimmed opening of
her hotly clasping vagina and into the crevice of her snugly flexing buttocks where it
paused momentarily to do a wet prodding homage to her puckered little anus.
Her hips were grinding uncontrollably now down into the squeaking bed – this bed
upon which, in earlier days, she had played with her dollies while her dad looked on
affectionately. Now he was looking on affectionately as well, but, in his current position,
his view was somewhat more limited.
Soft mewling animal sounds escaped lewdly from between her passion-clenched teeth,
and her father worked all the more hungrily for hearing them. He could feel her prickly
golden pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks and a feeling of power came
over him. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to have such a beautiful girl
as his daughter at his sexual mercy, squirming under the measured ministrations of his
ardent twisting tongue. Yes, she was loving it – he could tell from the urgency of her
half-conscious groans. Every sound that broke from her throat served to urge him on
too, and his tongue drove all the faster as it worked its way up and down her steaming
hot crevice. Now his mind was going just a little wild, and he wanted her to be begging
for it when he was ready to ram it into her – and she was undoubtedly almost at that
point.
He'd never seen anyone so hot as his lovely blonde daughter, contorting her voluptuous
body so agonizingly above him. She needed it much worse than he had expected. And
now he knew she was too far gone to protest anything he tried to do to her. It no
longer mattered what her mother thought. His mind began to form wierd erotic
pictures of the positions he could put her in if he desired and the things he might be
able to do at will to her writhing lust-crazed body.
Her father chuckled obscenely as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his shiny
black hair, guiding his face toward the palpitating opening of her seething young cunt.
He ran his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it titillatingly, then quickly
withdrew it again to tease around the edges of her eagerly expectant cunt.
By now her hands were firmly clamped against the back of his head, pressing his face in
deeper. Evaline's head had thrust backward as her loins rose off the bed and up against
his urgently licking and sucking mouth. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping
viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural groan
from his gorgeous blonde offspring whose thighs were now closing so convulsively
around either side of his moving head. He could feel the velvety flesh slip moistly
around his extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a
depraved sucking motion, attempting to pull his face deeper and deeper up into her
cunt. It was as though her nibbling, hair-lined mouth wanted to pull his tongue out by
the roots and devour it alive. Her heels pushed down against his back, pressing him
into her needing virginal pussy until he couldn't breathe, with her hot wet cunt like a
clinging rubbery mask over his face. His nose was smashed tight against the tiny
tingling nub of her clitoris above, breathing in her lust-juice essence, which was flowing
in passion-flowering abundance. This excited his penis to a hardness he could no longer
control – he had to fuck this little bitch now or he would explode all over the mattress.
As for Evaline, her loins were in such a turmoil, such a combined state of ecstasy and
agony that every muscle in her burning young body seemed to be straining up toward
that maddening lingual probe that was working so excitingly between her quivering
kicking legs. She had never expected that anything in the world could feel like this – it
was as if she were dying, being consumed by the flames of agony like a Joan of Arc.
Her updrawn legs opened and shut around the wildly tormenting head between them
that was licking so gluttonously at her fire-seared vaginal hole. The cords of her neck
stood out, straining ferociously as she pulled with all her strength at his tangled black
hair mingling with her own blonde pussy-hair.
"Oh! Papa! Papa! Suck me! Arrggghh! Lick me! Oh, I'M DYING!" she moaned,
splaying her legs wider and wider over his back to give him greater access.
Her father laughed triumphantly and grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees,
shoving them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body
at the same time. So, she was awake! Probably the whole time! And she wanted him to
fuck her! Well, he'd sure as hell show her a thing or two!
His rigidly throbbing member brushed tantalizingly against her dripping wet pubic hair
as he planted his hands on either side of her alabaster-smooth shoulders, with her
ankles now locked tightly about his neck. He could look down between their bodies
and see her upturned ass-cheeks lewdly exposed with her glistening, hair-lined pussy
mouth winking back at him, so tender and virginal and untouched. Her narrow oval
cunt-slit was visibly clenching with anticipation, the warm moist furrow held apart by
the pressure of his thighs jammed so tightly up against hers.
Evaline felt delirious with desire. She could see her father, hot with sexuality, hovering
above her and she could feel the stiffness of his sleek fleshy hardness lying the full
length of her quaking oval slit. God, why didn't he push it in? she screamed in her
head. Her passion-dimmed eyes blinked with emotion in the moonlit darkness of
female sensuality, as steamy as a cat bitch on a hot tin roof in the middle of summer.
She had to have it in her! Her belly ached for it!
But the jerking head of his cock merely rested throbbingly between her widespread
buttocks, gently insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease
that caused her to twist her pelvis forward against it, her hungry cunt yearning for its
hard, blood-filled tip like a desert pilgrim for water.
Her ghostly pale hands reached down underneath the grinding cheeks of her buttocks
to grasp the full length of his stone-hard organ and her father groaned softly above her
as she stroked it softly in mute reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing
against her palms and the sticky fluid that trickled in driblets from the blood-engorged
head. She guided it ardently up the valley of her buttocks, not allowing it to lose contact
with her jerking tingling flesh until it was poised like a cannon barrel between the
saliva-slickened flanges of her pulsating vagina.
And then the precocious thirteen year old held it there with one hand and placed the
other on her father's buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull his turgid cock into
her and let it drown the gnawing heat that was flaming out of control within the
boiling confines of her uninitiated belly.
Her father grinned obscenely above her, just a trifle drunk and, in fact, further titillated
by the effects of the alcohol. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward and
impaling the gorgeous little blonde bitch on his aching cock. Why did he hesitate? He
wasn't quite sure. Perhaps it was because each moment of delay was maddening
delightful agony to his sperm-churning balls. He was going to plow her good and leave
his white-hot semen deep within her begging young cunt, and this thought excited him
all the more for the mind of a father could scarcely conceive of anything more illicit
than the consummated skewering of his own pretty golden child with his rigid
hardness.
They both gulped, snorting with desire, and Evaline felt the lips of her blood-pounding
vagina pushed open. The elastic-rimmed snugness resisted momentarily and then gave
way before his insistent cruel pressure. She wanted to cry out, for the pain was just a
little more than she'd bargained for, and then the hard rubbery tip met her hymen and
she thought she would die from the exquisite electricity which coursed through her
burning young flesh. She resisted mechanically, emitting a long low groan of desire
from deep in her throat. Her father liked that, and shoved again, brushing through the
paper thin virginal tissue like an ice-breaker through an Arctic floe.
"Aaarrgghgghh... oh... Daddy, it hurts!"
His hands caressed her smooth shivering ass-cheeks. What a gorgeous piece she was. Of
course it hurt. What did she expect the first time – violins?
And then suddenly he could stand the waiting no more. Shoving his hands under the
taut clenched curves of her buttocks, he gripped her strongly and shoved forward with
everything he had. Her moaning became a fluttering gurgle of pure joy as the walls of
her vagina parted, then closed in again to undulate caressingly around his solidly
plunging penis.
"Ooooohhh Daaaaa... ooohhh Dadddeeeeeee..."
And then his lust-inflamed cock was all the way in to the hilt, his heavy sperm-filled
testicles spanking with a lewd splat into the split of her buttocks. He groaned and
snorted, the cords of his neck muscles straining with superhuman tension. Her legs
jerked out wide on either side of his emaciated body, splaying over either edge of the
bed and kicking futilely at the air.
"Dadddeeeee – Daddeee – Dadddeeeeee," she moaned, her shapely young body pinned
helplessly to the bed, impaled on his cock like a butterfly pinned in a collection. With
each jerk the blood-bloated head seemed to shove deeper up into her, even though each
time before she felt she was already filled to the very limit. His outstretched arms
pinned her shoulders snugly to the mattress, his solidly planted knees holding her
thighs split far apart. She felt as if her young body were being ripped down the middle
and that this giant impaling instrument embedded in her belly would destroy her – but
wonderfully! His fiery plunging rod felt as though it might come out her larynx as its
blood-filled head bumped her cervix with a mind-jarring thump, making her pretty
head buffet back harshly against the headboard of her bed, her long blonde hair flying
around in back of her like the halo of a fallen angel.
From his victorious position above, her father looked at her with a lascivious grin on
his spittle-flecked mouth. Her face was contorted with the intense pain and pleasure of
virginal intercourse, her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading incoherent whimpers
coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his moving
hips attempting to restrain the hard blunt head as it pressed dominatingly against her
womb.
Looking down between their incestuously coupled bodies, her father could see his curly
black pubic hair tangled tightly with her blonde growth, the base of his thick buried
cock slammed flat against her throbbing pussy-furrow that his tongue had licked to
moist receptiveness short moments ago. The snug hps of her desire-seared cunt were
stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer rim clasped tightly around the
turgid base of his penis like a rubber band.
He held her there for a moment, savoring the illicit, erotic moonlight sight of his own
sensationally beautiful daughter impaled on his throbbing, blood-filled cock, lost deep
within her tender young cunt, their pubic hair grating together, her curvaceous white
belly heaving with emotion from his relentless assault.
He was going to give her a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived.
Evaline squirmed helplessly under him. She could feel the hot searing presence of his
blunt member tearing at her insides and she flexed her cuntal muscles in an attempt to
control the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her internal sinews only seemed to
incite it the more and it continued to widen the breath in her no-longer-virginal
passage. She could feel its every fleshy ridge and pulsating vein and her nerve endings
transmitted its description to her ecstatic brain in minute detail. She felt as if her loins
were going to sing out loud from sheer pleasure, and yet, at the same time there was
this soul-dredging pain – but a pain that was gradually subsiding...
And then it seemed as if it was a live animal inside her! The hard rubbery lip pressing
against her cervix, the thin ridges along its length, the tickling hairs of his balls
dangling in the crevice of her buttocks, everything seemed to be a part of her. She was
one with it and, in spite of her pain, her tongue began a hungry licking at her lips. He
had smeared them well with his cum and her nostrils flared again, drawing the pungent
odor deep within her lungs, mingling in strange marriage with the feeling of his
throbbing cock lewdly planted in her belly. It all seemed to roll together into one great
fiery ball of aching hunger and her cunt contracted involuntarily as her body and mind
began racing lasciviously out of control.
"Do it to me. Dad!" she groaned. "God, do it to me!"
Her father laughed triumphantly and flexed his burgeoning cock slightly, making the
sensual child whinny with delight, though he still didn't move his body. Then he flexed
again, watching with obscene avidness her contorting young face within its frame of
moonlight:dappled blonde. She whimpered futilely, the vulnerable prey of a singeing
pleasure mixed with agony. Her mouth hung slackly open, her eyes were shut tight, as
she moaned out her sexual needs. Then there was a sharp, whooshing intake of her
breath as he expanded his cock again, stretching her vaginal channel brutally – but
intoxicatingly. He watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring in time to the slow
teasing throbbing of his imbedded instrument, soft mewling sounds of pleasure slipping
from her open mouth.
"Urrrreggghhh," she gurgled happily, her eyes rolling with primitive desire.
And then her urgent answering throbs began to clutch spasmodically around the head
of his penis as her wetly clasping cuntal flesh undulated rhythmically around his
pulsating member.
Her father could scarcely contain himself as her groans and mewls of pleasure
resounded throughout the school girl's bedroom. Her head still lolled from side to side
on the pillow as her hips began an inciting roll beneath his hard impaling cock. He
clenched his teeth together to regain control as he felt her hungry nibbling cunt
screwing itself up tighter against his hairy pelvis.
Within Evaline's wide-stretched cunt, any remaining pain was giving way to a
maddening electric tingle that began deep in her womb and seeped relentlessly through
every raw nerve ending right down to her toenails. It rippled through her freshly
awakened cunt and out her fleece-lined pussy-lips, dancing like fire across her thighs
and along the full length of her wide-splayed legs and out the tips of her little curling
toes. It worked its way up from her contracting belly through her rib cage and out the
tips of her palpitating nipples peaked into tiny hard buds. Rivulets of perspiration ran
down the sides of her full pulsating mounds, wetting the mattress underneath her
squirming back.
Evaline rotated her hips abandonedly around his hotly impaling member, mewling with
delight as she did so. The tiny contracting muscles nibbled hungrily at the inflamed
head. Then the dilated lips of her hair-covered slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding
moistly down his rod for several inches and then laving their way slowly back up,
buffing her soft down snugly against his pubic hair. Her father was wide-eyed and
delighted as her quivering teenage body pumped up and down at will on his rigid cockpiston.
He looked down with glazed, lust-filled eyes as her cunt pulled down off his shining
shaft, and then he responded by pushing the velvety folds back up into her so his moist
shiny length was swallowed whole back into her salacious wet opening. He let her
strain against him momentarily, watching with perverse delight the utter abandon of
her features as they contorted with lust. Then her reactions began coming faster as the
tempo of her cuntal grinding became more furious. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip
and he knew she was straining to cum. The milking juices of her vagina were flowing
warmly around his cock-shaft, and there was a wet sucking sound in the darkened
room as he quietly fucked his innocent young daughter. Her back arched off the
squeaking bed, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees, and her hips began to
hump faster and faster until finally she threatened to buck him right off the bed.
"Oh! Papa! Papa! I think I'm... CUMMING!" she moaned and bit down hard on her
tongue as her toes curled tightly and waves of sensation began spilling up through her
loins and outward like an invading army through the open and vulnerable plain of her
heaving belly, then, suddenly, with a deep-throated groan, her burning young body
began shuddering uncontrollably. Seeping warm cum oozed from her throbbing passage
around her dad's impaling penis, drowning him in its sticky warmth and trickling down
the crevice of her globular white buttocks over his testicles which were slapping so
madly against her puckered anus.
With this her father seemed to go berserk. With her body still jerking in the throes of
her savage virginal orgasm, he reached back and grabbed her ankles to push them
brutally back over her shoulders until she was practically wound up into a ball with his
cock working in and out of her like a drill. Her knees were forced back over her
shoulders to touch the mattress on either side of her head, her widespread pussy-slit
opened completely to his ravaging penis.
She had had her fun and now it was his turn. There was a flat wet smack as his belly
thudded against hers and his hairy body mashed the full ripe smoothness of her firm
young breasts as he locked his saliva dripping mouth tightly over hers. He sucked on
her tongue furiously and then thrust his own probing tongue deep into her hoarsely
gurgling throat, stifling her passionate cries of ecstasy. His shoulders pushed against the
backs of her calves and kept her locked in this helpless position as he rammed into her
with demented energy, cupping the firm spasming cheeks of her buttocks in his strong
hands and kneading their wriggling fullness, pulling her ass-cheeks as far apart as he
could.
By now he was groaning through a series of long hard strokes up into her steaming
child-cunt which had become wet and slippery from her climax. He was thrusting in
and out with an urgency that signaled her that his own orgasm was fast approaching.
His young daughter – barely a teenager – groaned helplessly as her exposed pussy was
plundered again and again almost beyond endurance. She could feel his burgeoning
cock whipping up and down inside her warm viscous passage like a flesh piston and the
hot spanking of his balls against her buttocks was wildly exciting. Her womb flared and
the unresisting lips of her hair-lined cuntal orifice flowered open under his welcome
rape of her youthful genitals. Her fingernails clawed a path of red streaks across his
rapidly flexing buttocks as she pulled him as deep up into her as she could, thrusting
her fleece-covered pussy up over the driving hot hardness of his cock like a woman
possessed. She sucked voraciously on his tongue still shoving far into her throat,
greedily swallowed his saliva, remarking to herself how wonderful it was. The pungent
odor of his drink-tinged breath served only to excite her more, and her body struggled
to compliment his rhythm with her own energetic thrashing and humping.
The bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to their wild incestuous fucking, and their
grunts, groans and moans reverberated off the walls, mingling with the sound of sweat
soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the viscous slamming of
his pile-driving organ sliding in and out of her receptive cunt.
"Oh, oh," he groaned. "Oh... you're a hot cunt... oh... love you... beautiful blonde... oh,
my lovely... daughter... oh... hot cunt..." He could feel the white-hot cum building up
inside his overheated balls as they tattooed against her upturned buttocks. He was
ready... ready... he shoved his tongue wildly up into her throat and pulled her
widespread ass-cheeks still farther apart, grinding his pelvis brutally and ramming his
spewing cock all the way to the hilt.
And then suddenly Evaline could feel the head of his fiercely expanding instrument
begin to spurt and jerk inside her, the delicious roiling liquid shooting into her like
liquid fire, ricocheting around in her dilated belly like streams of molten lava from an
erupting volcano. Her cunt clasped his cock ecstatically, reaching a new plateau of
orgasm from the wonderful feeling of his hot sperm spitting up inside her, and then she
answered him by spilling her own climactic secretions for a second time up into the
already drowning cavern of her quivering vaginal passage!
How beautiful! she ecstasied. She never wanted it to stop! Reaching frantically beneath
her own squirming buttocks, she began desperately milking his balls to get out all of
that wonderful liquid. Her legs kicked out, muscles knotted with tension, to either side
of the bed. His huge emptying member continued to jerk out his climax, spitting juice
up into the boiling well of her cunt, filling her womb and foaming out between the
contracting greedy lips that were so affectionately hugging his hard-driving cock.
"Oh, Papa," she gurgled, "you're filling me up! Papa, Papa, Papa..." The hot walls other
responsive loins sucked hungrily at his throbbing penis until finally it gave one
spasmodic jerk, spitting its final drop, and then began to deflate.
It seemed like an eternity as they twisted together through this climactic surge, and
then her father slowly slid his softening cock out of her battered young cunt. He could
see the wet matted hair of her well-fucked vagina glistening pristinely in the caressing
moonlight in the bedroom.
Lord, what a fuck! he gasped to himself. She's fantastic! My own daughter!
The insides of her smooth thighs were smeared lewdly with his thick sticky juice. It
dripped in small rivulets down into the crevice of her buttocks, forming a dark wet
circle on the mattress beneath where the sheet was also stained with her virginal blood
sacrifice. The thought of his hot full load sloshing around in her pubescent belly was
stirring him all over again as his daughter could plainly see. Smiling affectionately
upward at him, she wrapped her hand around his sticky soft penis and whispered,
"Papa..."
And she was about to say something else when suddenly the door opened, and there
was her mother standing there, a shotgun cocked and loaded in her hands!


Chapter 3

The countryside swept by the window of the moving automobile as Evaline slowly came
back to the present and realized where she was. She was in the Matson's car, speeding
toward Danville through open farmland, with herself in the back, Solomon's handsome
snout resting on her lap – where the teenager's loins were already beginning to stir
with the memory of her deflowering at the hands and cock of her wonderful papa.
The angelic-looking blonde sighed and looked out the window. Unfortunately, Mother's
discovery of their obscene secret had well justified Papa's hasty departure before mother
had had any opportunity to change her mind and be less generous. Mother had never
been very clever with firearms, and just to see her pointing a gun in any direction at all
– let alone straight at one – was enough to start one's heart pounding furiously.
The understanding thirteen year old didn't regard her father as any less of a man for
running off. He had merely displayed good sense. Because had he stayed,
unquestionably, eventually, the day would have come when Mother would have felt
compelled to at long last vent her rage and cause him serious injury. It didn't matter
that she was only a woman, when the time came for retribution, she would be no
respecter of rules or custom, and he knew that. She could shoot him in the back or
pluck out his eyeballs with a knife as he slept. Women were not governed by the same
psychological rules of conduct as men.
And so he had gone. Rightly so.
Evaline tickled Solomon's fine furry throat and listened to him purr contentedly in her
lap. She had never heard a dog make such cat-like ruttle before, and there was an eerily
sensual quality to it that sent seismographic waves shooting up into her tremulous
belly. She gulped and shook her long blonde hair out of her eyes, but some of it fell
back to partially cover one eyeball a la Veronica Lake of the 1940's. Her daydream had
caused her pussy-lips to begin tingling frenetically, but she couldn't think of anyway to
rub there without being too obvious. She tried to casually force Solomon's head farther
down toward her cunt in order to embed his nose there and relieve the sensual itch, but
this didn't seem to do much good. There was too much clothing in the way.
She closed her eyes and tried not to think of her papa fucking her, but this didn't seem
to do much good. It was difficult to force one's mind not to think of something.
After papa had run away from home, it hadn't taken long before mother was hitting the
bottle pretty heavily and then finally the court had taken the young girl away from her
mother while the older woman was sent to an institution to "dry out". Since then life
had been a succession of foster homes and different types of cocks. In several homes
there had been some young men or boys, and she had had liaisons with all of them,
struggling desperately to recapture the magnificent orgasms she had undergone with
her father. And, of course, there was always a father head of the household in each one,
and eventually she seduced them and sucked on their penises.
Not that any of them ever satisfied her as her real father had. Perhaps that was why she
was so promiscuous – she was continually searching for that blissful happiness he had
given her that night in her bedroom. If she found someone she really loved, would she
become less wanton? She wasn't sure, but she hoped so. Because she was basically a
good girl who had been brought up to believe in decent moral principles. She didn't
want to be "bad" all her life – she just couldn't seem to find herself. Perhaps when she
met the perfect lover, she would learn to control herself and devote herself to just one
other person. But as things stood, she was too unsatisfied sexually most of the time and,
when her desires got worked up by interesting males, then she just had to have their
big hard cocks up inside her.
She stroked Solomon's ears and chin absently as she thought.
And then, of course, in each household the mother or other women eventually found
out she had been satisfying their men and boys, and she was sent back to Ludmilla's.
So here she was, on her way with the Matsons. She hoped that they would be good to
her, and she was already wondering about the size of Martin Matson's penis...
'There it is," came Martin Matson's voice from the front seat, breaking her reverie. He
had a strong masculine voice that a girl automatically wanted to snuggle up with. The
sort of voice that got down between a girl's legs – low and husky, not much above a
sexy guttural grunt. "There's your new home."
Evaline looked up and out the windows. On every side was swiftly moving open
farmland, but ahead of them could be made out the buildings of a town, a community,
a level flat town where there would be a main street with clothing shops, drug stores,
libraries – and drug store loafers who would whistle at her as she wiggled by. They
usually hung out around some sort of village gathering place – some particular
restaurant or drug store with a soda fountain. There would be sharp – but sleazy – hot
rods tearing up the main streets of the town on Friday and Saturday night, and young
attractive fools yelling their heads off. And sometimes there would be a fight. But for
most of the time the town would be run by middle-aged women and men that had
children in school and sat together like birds of a feather on the local committees and
councils. It was that sort of a town. From all her affairs with "fathers", she knew how
they worked.
She sighed and withdrew back into herself, continuing to stroke and fondle Solomon's
increasingly nervous head. His penis had come out a mile, but she couldn't see it, and
the mature male dog was beside himself, not knowing what to do.
Which house was hers among all these white clapboard shingled wooden homes of
sturdy Americana? Where was she going to live happily ever after with the Matsons
among all these 19th century porches and porch swings for fooling around on in a
steamy midwestern summer? She wondered.
The first thing they did with her was take her upstairs to her room and get her
organized. Melody Matson showed her where the washroom was, although she was
interested to note that there was also a sink in her own bedroom. That certainly made
things very handy, she thought.
She noticed that Solomon continued to pad around after her upstairs, but she had no
objection. He was a sleek handsome animal, and she had to confess that she found his
company pleasant. Intermittently, as she changed clothes, she thought she spied his big
brown eyes watching her with the intentness of a human male, although in immediate
retrospect this seemed a very foolish observation. She must be imagining it.
But then why did her breasts seem to warm under his gaze? She even found herself
thrusting her chest out slightly whenever she walked past him, and instinctively – just
because someone was after all watching her – she did sort of undress and dress again in
a rather silken, slow and teasing way.
But anyway a dog couldn't get excited over a girl. Or could it? From time to time she
found herself glancing self-consciously at Solomon's genitals... but it was difficult to
ascertain anything for sure.
Then slowly, subtly, she found a certain curiosity arising within her. She had never
before given any thought to the obvious fact that dogs had sex lives as well as people,
but there was something in Solomon's steady masculine demeanor which made her just
a shade piqued with curiosity. So that before very long she even found herself trying to
glance under his belly in order to find out just what he was "made of.
Not that she discovered anything which satisfied her very much. There was just the
usual angular jut of fur-covered sex pouch, and the soft sway of medium-sized balls
beneath. And after awhile she found herself giggling as she considered how obscene and
silly she was being.
The Matsons' house was a typical three-story frame dwelling, probably about sixty years
old, along a very typical midwestern street with high poplars, oaks and elms lining the
street from one end to the other. Once she had sorted herself out and put on some
fresh clothes, she found it pleasant to lie quietly on the bed and watch that tranquil
street from her window as she absently stroked Solomon's snout and the ears. A
pleasant street in a pleasant town. She felt comfortable and at ease. There was a certain
warmth about her new home in Danville and about its setting that made her feel
completely protected from the outside world and its fears – much as if she had fallen
into a big feather comforter. The entire situation was easy, soft and pleasant. All of the
turmoil and politicking with her body that had been so much a part of her life at St.
Ludmilla's suddenly seemed out of place – even irrelevant – here. She felt as if she
could sleep for an age, she was so relaxed. And eventually she did doze off into a
pleasant unhindered sleep.
She was quite surprised when she awoke to find that twilight had fallen on their street
and that Solomon was ardently licking her outstretched hand from his side of the bed.
"Solomon – why..."
The door to the bedroom opened with a creak and Mrs. Matson came in, dressed in a
plain flowered housedress with her hair still done up in that hideous bun. Evaline found
herself wondering what it would look like down.
"Did you have a nice sleep, dear?" her foster mother asked from the door.
"Why... yes, thank you," Evaline exclaimed, taking her well-licked fingers just a little
too self-consciously out of Solomon's range. She swung her legs down off the bed and
smoothed down her skirt as the dog backed off toward the other end of the bedroom,
circled briefly as if arranging a clearing in a primeval forest, and then sat down, his
glowing eyes fastened hotly on his new young friend.
"That's good," said Mrs. Matson, striding in purposefully and drawing down all the
windowshades before finally putting on the light. Then she crossed her arms and said
sternly, "But you know, Evaline, if you are going to live here, I will have to make one
thing perfectly clear."
Evaline gulped and blew a wisp of blonde hair from over her eye. "Uh... yes, ma'am."
Melody came over and sat down next to her on the bed, taking the girl's soft young
hand in hers affectionately and gazing intently into her deep blue eyes. "Well, dear, you
know, you really must wear underthings. I don't know what the custom was at St.
Ludmilla's or in your own home, but here we insist that a young lady wear
underclothes. Do you understand, my dear?"
Evaline gulped again and blanched faintly. She had totally forgotten. Putting on her
fresh things so swiftly, it had totally passed out of her head to put anything on
underneath. And Mrs. Matson had noticed!
It was just that she had felt so relaxed in her new surroundings with its lovely frilly
girlish decorating and the easy flavor of the street outside her window that she had just
fallen dead away into the pleasantest doze she had had in a long time.
"I – I usually do, ma'am."
"You don't have to call me ma'am, Evaline. That is just a trace formal. Would you like
to call me mother?"
"Why, yes – mother."
"Fine. So long as you have no objection. It will just make things simpler. Now, do you
think you'd like to get ready for dinner? Mr. Matson will be home any minute, and we
always have dinner together."
"Why, yes, ma'am – I mean mother."
Mother, Evaline thought to herself with an inward groan. Christ. If only they didn't all
insist she say that.
Mrs. Matson stood up and ran her hand gently over the back of Evaline's soft golden
hair. "Fine. Remember, underthings from now on. After all, Solomon is a male, too,
you know."
Evaline blushed and nodded, her heart beating inexplicably fast. Why had Mrs. Matson
said a thing like that? She didn't want to glance at the giant German shepherd. For
some reason she sensed a certain tension in the air of the cheerful bedroom. I must be
imagining it, she told herself.
Mrs. Matson smiled and went to the door. She opened it softly and closed it quietly
behind her without looking back.
Why did I say that? Melody asked herself as she left the child's room. Indeed, she
couldn't remember when she had ever before remarked on Solomon's condition as a
sexual animal. Why suddenly today were these types of thoughts revolving in her head?
Well, no matter. It was time to set the table. She went noiselessly down the stairs, her
soft soled shoes muted by the stair carpeting.
Back in the bedroom, Evaline was looking at Solomon.
So Solomon was a male. She had noticed as much. But why had her foster mother
mentioned it so pointedly. After all, it wasn't as if Solomon would have any obscene
interest in peering up her dress. Or was it?
She went to the dresser drawer where she had put all her underclothes and opened it
slowly, still watching her shaggy companion out of the corner of her eye. Then she
selected a pair of pink panties and went back to the bed. Sitting back down on it, she
shifted her skirt high up over her thighs so Solomon would have no difficulty seeing her
blonde pubic hair and the gleaming pink slit nestling beneath – if he wanted to. And
then – still watching him carefully – she lifted one leg up in the air so the mouth of
her tender young pussy became a soft open oval from which peered the ever-glistening
walls of her vaginal furrow.
Immediately Solomon got to his feet and stared at her, his tongue hanging out, wet and
drooling.
Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God!


Chapter 4

Dinner took place around the big pine table in the Matsons' outsized kitchen, with Mr.
Matson smoking his pipe between courses, looking rather silent, thoughtful and Gary
Cooperish. Evaline's new foster mother didn't talk much either. They obviously just
weren't that sort of people. They were serious, down-to-earth natural folks who
apparently had not been blessed with youngsters of their own. Evaline wondered how
much of that was due to lack of trying, but then on the other hand she wasn't about to
ask anything too personal. In a sense the Matsons were a forbidding couple with whom
she could not picture herself taking any undue familiarity.
This impression was fortified when they said a double grace at tableside before
beginning the meal. The first one was on one knee, and then a second variation of "We
thank thee, O Lord..." was said when they were all seated on the hardwood benches
that manned either side of the long table. And then they dug in.
She learned right away that the Matsons did not approve of coffee, tea, Coca-Cola or
any other artificial stimulants, although they did keep coffee for the infrequent guests
who liked it. For themselves it was, like alcohol, strictly beyond the pale. They lived
simply but ate very well, with huge helpings of everything. Evaline could almost feel her
young breasts bursting from all the chicken, potatoes, gravy and rich soup she was
consuming. But she enjoyed it. Life at the orphanage was relatively restrictive, and it
was pleasant to be with a family again. No matter how dull the family!
Freedom, that was what it meant. Freedom to do some of the things she liked, and to
come and go more or less as she pleased. In a small town like Danville she could even
probably go out in the evening after supper.
"Well," said Mr. Matson, lighting his pipe for the fiftieth time. "As you know, Evaline, I
had to go back to work at the insurance office after we brought you home, but I
stopped off on the way back and had a talk with the principal of our local junior high
school. He agreed with me that it was probably too late in the term for you to start
going to school in Danville right away, but he said he was happy to accept whatever
credentials were passed on to him from St. Ludmilla's, and to allow you to stay with
your class in September. Are you pleased to hear that?"
"Oh, yes," Evaline gushed, trying to sound as sincere as she could possibly make it. She
had an unfortunate habit of leaning slightly over at the table when eating, but she had
not worn her brassiere and her shapely round breasts were still prominent through the
tight blue sweater she wore. She knew too that her nipples were standing out quite
distinctly, and occasionally she glanced over at Mrs. Matson to try to find out if she
minded, but she detected nothing, although the older woman had been quite firm about
the requirement that she wear underthings. It was Evaline's idea that if the matter arose
again, and there was any question about her brassiere, she would just claim that she
had supposed Mrs. .Matson was referring only to her panties.
Meanwhile she also watched Mr. Matson for any sign of interest, but she could detect
nothing there either. He merely puffed at his pipe, ate heartily, spoke infrequently, and
maintained a general air of quiet reserve.
Although, of course, if he had any normal male feelings at all he could scarcely help but
notice her long blonde hair, pretty face, and well-developed bust. There had been a few
other fathers who had resisted for a time, but sooner or later they had all fallen. She
was convinced he would too, in time.
After dinner Mrs. Matson showed her how to look after the dishes properly. Getting the
right mixture of hot and cold water in the kitchen sink was a bit tricky, and Evaline
scalded her fingers a few times before she got the hang of it. She wasn't too pleased to
find that the Matsons' was one of those households where she would be expected to
clean up after meals and do other chores, but she wasn't in any position to argue – for
now.
Once the dishes were done, however, she was free to go upstairs and do as she liked.
Except that once she got in her new room she couldn't think of anything in particular
to do – except the usual.
A slow secret smile crept across her face as she considered how she might pleasantly
pass the time. And then there was a soft nudge at the door and Solomon came in,
panting and kind of half-dragging his body across the carpet.
Evaline smiled to herself. The dog was rousing her curiosity, the way he tagged along
after her. Just how much did he know, anyway?
"Here, boy." She patted the bed beside her. Solomon whined happily and came up to
her, planting one forepaw on her knee and resting his cold wet nose in the center of her
lap.
Suddenly there was a raw throbbing feeling in Evaline's pussy. She had had her hot
young cunt licked a few times in her young life, and she liked that sort of thing. And
now, with Solomon's nose separated from her cuntal lips by only the thin material of
her panties and skirt...
There was almost an electromagnetic field joining the two of them in that warm central
"vee" between her smooth young thighs. She gazed down into the German shepherd's
fond brown eyes and wondered how much he could understand. Could he possibly
sense that...
But no, that was impossible. After all, a dog was merely a dog.
Still, Solomon was such a handsome one, and his face was so prepossessing and
intelligent. He had a masculine sturdy bearing as well. She wondered how the little
bitches in the neighborhood found him? Did he set their pussies to throbbing when he
came strutting boldly past. She had the healthy suspicion that he might be something of
a Don Juan. He had that look about him.
Suddenly she laughed at her foolishness and shook his head between her cool, slender
hands. "You're not a silly oversexed dog, are you, Solomon? Trailing after all the bitches
in the neighborhood and giving them a piece of you? Or are you?"
And then abruptly, something prompted her from out of nowhere and she reached
underneath his body to feel around in his waggling crotch for his genitals.
Solomon began whimpering and moaning hotly into her lap as she found his rather
unusually heavy testicles and the narrow furry scabard containing his penis. She stroked
him there gently and was delighted to discover that this actually excited her. She found
her nostrils flaring and wondered how much stroking would be required for his dogcock to 
begin showing itself from its furry sheath.
She didn't have long to wait, for suddenly she could feel something warm and slippery,
bloated with pulsating blood-filled veins, sliding softly into her fingers. Her heart gave a
terrific jump and she could hear a rushing in her ears like that of a tidal wave washing
over everything in its path. This was a dog's penis, very slick and moist, and with not a
great deal of resemblance to that of a man's. And yet at the same time it was fiercely
exciting. Perhaps the very illicitness of what she was doing was serving to excite her so
savagely. She could feel a warmth spreading in her loins as her finger found the liquid
droplet of cum that was seeping forth from the small opening in the tip of his penis.
"Solomon," she gasped, one hand at her throat. "You are naughty!"
In reply to her exclamation, the handsome German shepherd barked twice and began
happily lapping at her face. Evaline giggled and tried to evade his surging tongue, but
he was too fast for her. It lapped hot and wet over her eyelids, nose and lips.
"Solomon – no!" she laughed gaily, as if it were a game, but as his tongue-tip darted
out to stroke across her open mouth, she felt a forbidden wave of desire shooting
through her loins like a small electric undulation.
"Solomon... oh... please..." She tried to back off from him, but suddenly that lengthy red
tongue of his was lapping up across the front of her sweater and making her swelling
young brassiereless breasts bobble from side to side under its heated manipulation.
"Oh... Solomon... please... no... this is wrong... I don't need it..."
Suddenly she squirmed away and leaped to her feet, her heart racing heatedly within
her pounding chest. She made her way across the room to the bathroom as fast as her
small feet could carry her, hurried inside, and closed the door behind her as swiftly as
she could, shutting out his yelping excited face.
Breathing hotly, Evaline grasped her throat and wondered what on earth had come over
the two of them. At first it had been just a game, to see what kind of sexual equipment
Solomon had, but then abruptly the game had changed and the handsome German
shepherd had become almost like a lover in his approach to her, lapping at her heaving
breasts and across her face.
Now she looked closely into the bathroom mirror to ascertain whether or not any of
their depraved behavior had left its mark on her pretty face. She could see no pimples.
There was still her soft blonde hair, pretty blue eyes and sweet, pear-shaped face with
its cupid-bow lips. Standing back from the mirror, the gravity-defying uptilt of her firm
young breasts rose into view beneath her tight blue sweater. Giving herself a little sultry
smile of appreciation, she lifted the sweater up over her head so that her full white
mounds came bursting out, their nipples already large and hard with excitement from
the sudden stimulation of Solomon's tongue.
She put a thumb and index finger around each nipple and began twiddling with them.
They were like hard little buttons surrounded by the smooth pink areolas which men
and boys were so fond of sucking.
And then it occurred to her – what if Solomon had actually lapped at her bare breasts?
Would she have been able to keep her cool? Would she still have been able to make
herself flee to the bathroom?
Or might she not have been entrapped by that moistly darting tongue? Solomon had an
exceptionally large tongue – much larger than a man's, of course – and it was not
difficult to imagine such a tongue sending a young girl into a fit of ecstatic rapture. She
had been titillated herself by a lot less in her time.
And if a tongue like that ever licked a girl's cunt – wow! It would make her daddy's
seem like nothing in comparison.
She put her sweater back on and sat down on the toilet seat, considering.
But did she dare misbehave with a dog? It was true that she had been a bad girl in the
past, but that had always been with human males. To revert to animalism... even with a
brute as good-looking as Solomon...
No, she had to draw the line somewhere. She would have to learn to control herself.
Hereafter there would be no further teasing of Solomon who was, after all, just a dumb
animal who couldn't know anything about the sort of protocol required between
humans and animals.
So she would just have to continue satisfying herself in the usual ways – namely
through masturbation and compulsive misbehavior with boys and men.
Except that these ways were never quite satisfying enough. Just what was it she was
searching for?
Strangely disgruntled, the frustrated teenager stood up and went to the door, hesitated
momentarily, then sighed and opened it a crack.
Solomon was nowhere in sight. He had apparently left the bedroom. Evaline stepped
into her room, closing the bathroom door behind her. She shivered involuntarily as if
briefly chilled. Solomon had excited her enough by drawing his thick wet tongue across
the front of her sweater and teasing her firm young mounds. It didn't bear thinking
about to consider how she might have succumbed had she been naked before his lewdly
exciting touch. She went to the bedroom door and closed it firmly so the dog wouldn't
have a chance to nose it open again.
Then she sat down on the bed and took stock. Her brief encounter with that handsome
beast had got her mildly worked up, so she could probably enjoy a heavenly
masturbation session right now.
But on the other hand, what if her "mother" came in while her fingers were so actively
sluicing up between her legs? Then her heavenly feelings would shift quickly to acute
embarrassment.
And it would look funny if she was under the covers this early in the day. They would
want to know if she was sick or something.
She looked out the window onto Maple Street, where the Matsons lived. It was so cool
and pleasant outside this time of day. Perhaps this was as good a time as any for her to
go out for a nice walk in the twilight. The moon had come out already and the air was
so nice. It was the perfect evening for an easy sprightly walk down to the main street of
Danville, wherever that might be. Whistling to herself, she jumped off the bed and
began changing into blue jeans.
And she would have had her nice walk, too – if she hadn't been stopped by Mrs.
Matson on her way out through the living room downstairs.
"Oh, Evaline. Where are you going, dear?" asked the older woman, pausing in her
knitting long enough to brush back an unruly lock of shining black hair.
"Just out, Mom. I thought I'd take a walk."
Mr. Matson looked up from his evening paper, over the top of his glasses. He paused
momentarily, his hand on the ever-present pipe, and then returned to his reading
without much apparent interest in her.
"Well," replied Melody Matson very firmly to Evaline's statement, "we can't have you
walking out this time of night, dear. While it's true that in some ways you are quite
grown up for your age, Danville is still a midwestern town and girls of thirteen do not
go out after dark. Furthermore, in this house you will be expected to dress like a lady.
And good little ladies do not wear blue jeans. They wear nice dresses."
Evaline fought to hold back her tears. "You – mean – you mean I can't go out?"
"That's what I said, dear. Now go upstairs and change into something more
presentable. Then you may come downstairs and watch TV or do some reading. We
have plenty of good books here."
Uttering a stifled little sob, Evaline turned sharply on her heel, her waist-length blonde
hair swirling around, and hurried back up the stairs. They could hear her sobbing until
she had moved across the landing upstairs and closed her bedroom door with a slam.
For a long time there was a kind of pregnant silence in the Matson living room. Finally
Melody murmured, "Well, if we are going to play at being parents, then the child must
have some guidance from us. We're not going to abdicate our role, are we?"
It was a statement rather than a question. Martin Matson muttered something like
"Ggggrrumph," and rattled his paper in mute reply. It occurred to Melody that for
some reason he had removed his glasses, although he usually wore them when he was
reading the newspaper.
She lifted one eyebrow, then bent her head over her knitting again. Although, of course,
they hadn't discussed it, she expected that he had noticed their young charge's unusual
development – especially respecting her breasts, which were exceptionally full for one
so young. Indeed Evaline was well-developed in every respect – from her hourglassflared 
hips to her smooth young belly, and right up, of course, to her gravity-defying
and ultra-prominent breast mounds.
And obviously, too, the child hadn't entirely respected her counsel with respect to
underthings, for it was plain that she had not put on a brassiere. Her nipples protruded
very clearly through the thin material of her sweater. Just like rubber erasers was how
the older woman imagined them.
Melody sighed and touched a hand to her hair. She would have liked Martin to give her
a little more support. After all, he should realize that a child from a difficult home
might require special attention. This was not pliable unformed human clay they were
dealing with, but a girl who had already reached some evident physical maturity. There
might be a genuine effort required. Or had he noticed?
She glanced at her taciturn mate. Was he the sort of man to notice such a nubile young
thing? Perhaps she should distract him a little this evening with sex. And anyway, they
might as well get right to work on their baby-making program.
Melody sighed and looked at the clock. Then she looked around. Where was Solomon
anyway? She usually liked the big shepherd to be in the house at this hour, and she
hadn't heard him padding around upstairs since he had left Evaline's room some time
before. Maybe she should go looking for him. He was a clever animal and had a way
with doors. She got up from her chair, dropped her knitting into it, and went into the
kitchen.
It occurred to the stern-looking brunette that Solomon had certainly taken a liking to
their new ward. Well, who wouldn't. Evaline was a very pretty girl.
But how silly of her to think in such terms. Of course, human female beauty was
something that Solomon would have no conception of.
"Solomon. Oh, Solomon," she called from the back steps. But there was no answer.
Melody grimaced and pulled her shawl about her shoulders. The evening had turned
just a bit chilly, and as she stepped into the backyard a rather stiff breeze came up
which almost knocked her off her feet.
"Solomon!" she called again, a little more panicky now. "Solomon!"
And then she saw him – in the Smith's yard across the way – fornicating the living
daylights out of the Smith's dalmation, Penny!
Melody gasped and put a hand to her chest before she determinedly crossed the street
in pursuit of her own dog. As she approached within a couple of feet of the copulating
animals, she stopped short. Her eyes were blazing and she felt a furious thumping in
her heart together with a curious warmth in the vicinity of the juncture of her thighs.
Of course, she had always tacitly assumed that Solomon had a sex life, but somehow
she had never conceived that.
"Solo – mon..." she murmured weakly, her fist falling stiffly clenched at her side. The
big German shepherd was looking at her with fiercely gleaming eyes, and his stiff red
cudgel could be seen slipping in and out of the confines of the neighbor's dog's cunt,
the walls of the dalmation's pussy clinging hungrily along it with every outstroke.
She looked at Penny's face. The sweet thing was obviously enraptured over being
attacked by such a handsome animal as Solomon. Her big black eyes glowed like opals
beneath her long black eyelashes, which quivered with emotion as she stood there,
complacently and happily presenting herself for Solomon's rampaging use. He had
mounted her from the back, of course, with his forepaws holding tight to her back.
Beneath, his haunches were struggling for support on the leafy ground as his pelvis
worked in and out of the dalmation's cuntal channel with a fury that held Melody
spellbound.
But didn't it hurt terribly to be fornicated in this way, without any tenderness whatever
– merely that impaling animal penis sliding heedlessly in and out of one?
She closed her eyes and felt for a moment as though she were going to faint. This was
assuredly the most obscene thing she had ever witnessed, and her legs were rooted to
the ground like tree stumps, unable to move. She was an audience of one, petrified into
a human statue as she stood dumbly in her neighbor's yard while Solomon plunged in
and out of Penny's tender cunt beneath the flood lamps of the city street. In back of the
animals was a sizable wading pool, a teeter-totter, a slide, and other childrens'
playthings, but they were all just ornament for this fantastic, mind-boggling event.
Melody shivered. She found her loins churning in a weird kind of unaccustomed
excitation. She had not infrequently felt a normal sort of sexual arousal down through
the years of her marriage, but she could remember nothing as wildly thrilling and
stimulating as watching this obscene animal coupling on the Smith's lawn.
And it was obvious that Penny was enjoying it. Solomon was a real ladykiller, more so
than Melody would ever have expected. Funny how she had never previously noticed
how truly handsome he was – that is, handsome in a sexual way, not merely the way a
German shepherd was normally striking-looking. There was a certain magnetism about
her dog which female dogs would unquestionably find attractive.
Turning swiftly on her heel and uttering a strange little cry of no discernibly meaning,
Melody Matson made her way quickly back to her house, jerking herself away from the
savage fascination which had held her spellbound. She entered the dark kitchen and
closed the door tightly in back of her, struggling for breath. She just had to get hold of
herself. Her breasts were heaving madly from the lewd animal display she had just
witnessed. Even now she could see in her mind's eye the obscene vision of Solomon
rapidly fornicating the other dog, his heavy-laden testicles slapping with a salacious
splat into the crevice of the dalmation's shanks, his eyes gleaming as he looked at his
mistress...
Melody gasped and started. Yes, he had been looking directly at her... but why? Why
fornicating the dog but looking up at the woman, his long red tongue hanging from his
open mouth through those large pointed canine teeth, making him look like he was
smiling lustfully up at her.
There was a strange electric sensation growing in her loins. Somehow the day had
become immeasurably stimulating. For once she was going to be the aggressor. There
was nothing immoral about that. She was a married woman, and it was God's will that
his children should be fruitful and multiply.
"Martin – oh, Martin," she called nervously, and then she stepped into the living room.
"Would you care to go up to bed a little early, dear?" she asked, wringing her hands.
And he didn't smile when he got up and dropped his newspaper in the chair.


Chapter 5

As the days passed, the social tension seemed to ease somewhat between the Matsons
and their trial foster daughter. Evaline came to know her place, and after a bit she even
began to accept the fact that Martin Matson was one of those rare dignified men in a
thousand who would not be worked up into fucking her.
Still, the precocious teenage blonde couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to.
Occasionally she thought she had caught him watching her body when she passed him
by, when Mrs. Matson was not around. But it was very difficult to be sure, because he
tended to be somewhat myopic anyway and it was easy for his big dark eyes to seem as
if they were looking through you.
Not that Mrs. Matson gave them much time to be alone, of course. The old pattern had
emerged swiftly. Women always sensed competition intuitively and acted to block it,
and her stiff-necked attitude in some things did not mean that Mrs. Matson was any
less in tune. So somehow she always managed to be around at key moments. Evaline
had cleverly managed to surmount such obstacles in her previous homes, but in them
her schedule had been more flexible. Usually she was in school, and generally her free
time was left for her to do with as she pleased. But not being in school, and being
looked after as if she were a mere child by Mrs. Matson, worked together to create
some subtle restrictions on her schedule. Mrs. Matson always knew where she was to be
found, and she herself spent a great deal of time at home doing chores. It was difficult
for Evaline to manage at any time to be alone with her handsome foster father.
So her routine in the Matson home, without any sex in order to even briefly assuage
the burning needs within her accustomed loins, was quickly becoming very frustrating
for the healthy, well-developed thirteen year old. She masturbated continually at night,
but this was a far cry from the real thing and scarcely left her much more relaxed in the
morning. There appeared to be no simple way of reaching Mr. Matson, and her foster
mother seemed always to be around.
As for Solomon, he hadn't returned to her bedroom very much since their initial
confrontation. Now he seemed to hang around the attractive dalmation that lived across
the way, and Evaline often found herself parting the curtains on the upstairs landing to
look across into the Smiths' backyard, where invariably Solomon was furiously
fornicating the other doe-eyed dog, his haunches working madly as his big red cock slid
in and out of the dalmation's ragged pussy-slit.
And always he seemed to be looking up at the window as he did this, almost as if he
were a human male showing off. When she caught the two dogs together like this,
Evaline would find her breath coming in sharp excited gusts. Of course, she should
have assumed that other dogs would find Solomon devilishly attractive, she told herself,
but why did the sight of the two dogs fucking excite her so? Perhaps it was because her
own sex life had become so barren of late, and perhaps also it was because Solomon
was one of the dogs...
She could feel her belly surging with youthful emotion when she watched them, and in
no time at all her pussy-hair seemed to be moistening with her vicarious arousal. Then
she would return to her room and rub herself furiously between her legs, trying hard
not to think of the handsome German shepherd. But in no time at all her feelings with
respect to Solomon were becoming a mixture of natural female jealousy, lust at seeing
someone else engaging in active sex, and a confusion of other more complex matters.
Because she had rejected him and he had quickly found someone else, she was as
jealous as any girl would be of a fickle beau, and she wanted him to at least come and
visit her again. This was the eternal female reaction since time immemorial for nothing
makes a man as attractive to a woman as another woman's interest in him. So that even
though Evaline had no intention whatever of pursuing any conscious bestial behavior,
she still would have liked to have Solomon come around to pay obeisance to her again.
That she wasn't doing so, but was apparently purposefully tormenting her with the
dalmation, only vexed her frustration and sense of being wronged.
So, time and time again lovely Evaline was going to bed terribly unhappy and
dissatisfied with the dullness of her drab small-town existence. Solomon had withdrawn
his attention and affection, and she was smarting like a woman betrayed. There seemed
to be no possibility of anything happening with Mr. Matson – she wasn't allowed out
on the streets enough to make "new friends" – and she didn't even have the
opportunity of meeting anyone interesting in school, where most young people spent
their days. The situation did not look good. She was almost ready to return voluntarily
to St. Ludmilla's.
That is, she was until the fateful morning when she was to learn just how much the
attractive powerful German shepherd could come to mean to her...
It was just eight a.m. when the voluptuous young blonde stirred restlessly in her
rumpled bed, her thighs sticking together slightly due to the heavy use she had made of
her fingers during the night.
Her see-through blue negligee was bunched up almost around her neck and, looking
down, she could see the high twin peaks of her firm young breasts poking up beyond
the barrier of her rumpled nightdress. Her legs were spread wide apart as though in
open invitation to some phantom lover standing at the foot of the bed.
And then she remembered the dream! The dream of herself and Solomon in an
incredibly lurid pose! Her breath caught and she bit down hard on her lower lip. And
now, because she traditionally played with herself a little in the morning, she found
herself thinking of him again as she moved her fingers into the rapidly moistening
juncture of her smooth, cum-smeared thighs. She pushed her middle finger up through
her soft pussy hair and on through her sensitive clinging cuntal lips, where she
established a slow, teasing circling rhythm around the clenched little opening to her
overheated vagina. As the vividness of her dream-adventure with Solomon flickered
through her impressionable, lust-saturated brain as though she were watching a slightly
out-of-focus television screen, her flesh seemed to ache all over with perverted
anticipation.
Breathing a little sigh of surrender mixed with despair, she withdrew her finger and
smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them slightly in guarded
exploration. "Oooh," she moaned aloud into the stillness of the early morning. They
seemed so tender and full of desire – wouldn't it be nice to have a hot lapping mouth
working over them? Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down again over
her succulently rounded belly and finally up once more between her still open thighs.
Again she groaned as her fingers made tender contact with the lewdly moistening edges
of her vaginal slit. Her fingers probed the sensitive opening, her fingertips becoming
wet and slick from the sticky precoital liquid that was seeping so viscously from it,
anointing the split of her buttocks and the bed beneath.
And then suddenly the door opened and there was Mrs. Matson, a horrified look
spreading across her beautiful mature face. "Why – Evaline! What are you doing?"
Mortified, Evaline quickly withdrew her fingers from her burning little pussy and jerked
the covers up over her heaving white nakedness. "Why – nothing, Mrs. – I mean,
nothing, Mother... that is... I was just..."
Mrs. Matson entered the room with her arms crossed, a stern expression masking her
flushing pink features. Solomon padded in softly after her and sat down, looking bored
and disinterested, in one corner of the room.
"Well, my little lady," Melody remonstrated sharply, tapping her foot. "As you know, a
good girl keeps her hands above the covers." She paused, seemed to think of something,
and then reconsidered. "Well," she said at length, "I was going to take you shopping
with me this morning, but perhaps I'd just better go by myself. Solomon here will look
after you. You'll find breakfast on the table. Goodbye." And with that the offended
brunette went out, slamming the door behind her.
Evaline sobbed bitterly as the door closed. Heavy wet tears flooded from her eyes and
dripped down her rosy cheeks. His eyes all sorrow and sympathy, Solomon padded over
to the bed and nestled his snout in between the weeping youngster's thighs,
whimpering lightly.
She pushed her fingers into his soft fur and began fondling his ears, still weeping
copiously. "Is it my fault, Solomon? I can't help it. I'm just a normal girl. Can I help it
if I get these wretched desires? Can I help it that my daddy fucked me when I was just
a little girl and got me to like it? Can I help a thing like that?"
Solomon yelped sympathetically and let out an understanding bark. Not noticing that
the coverlet was slipping away from her torso to reveal the majestic beauty of her
heaving, pink-tipped breasts, Evaline took the dog's noble masculine face in her hands
and looked down at him affectionately. "You understand, don't you, Solomon? You're
the only person in this house that does. I'll bet you understand all about females, don't
you? I've seen the way you fuck that dalmation across the way, you devil."
Solomon seemed to grin wickedly, and then suddenly his long pink tongue lashed out
across the width of her breasts, lapping electrically over her already throbbing nipples.
"Solomon!" she exclaimed, drawing back. "Why, you – naughty – you-you've got a
dirty mind!"
With this Solomon appeared to smile slightly, and the next thing she knew, he had
suddenly leaped up onto the bed and was buffeting around on her legs, stepping
gingerly, as they both heard the downstairs door slam. At once his ears perked up and
he seemed to look at her significantly.
"Oooooooh, Solomon, don't look at me like that!" She backed off across the bed, deeply
moved and drawing the sheet up after her. Her loins felt as if they were full of
butterflies. There was a deep fluttering in her belly that resembled no other feeling of
sexual anticipation she had ever felt before. Was this it, the adventure she had been
searching for her whole life? With this handsome animal?
"Ooooh, you know I love you, you devil. You made me love you, you good-looking
thing you," she confessed. "But what about your mistress and mine? We're certain to
get caught. After all, lover, we don't know just how long she'll be gone shopping. She
didn't say, did she?"
The giant German shepherd stepped carefully across the bed toward her, leaving no
pawprint on the sheet. His jaw hung slack, and that enormous long red tongue which
had so titillated her nipples was hanging out of his head wet with saliva. Evaline winced
and withdrew into herself. What could she do? The masterful beast was so damned sure
of himself – and of her!
Then abruptly Solomon took the decision out of her hands. His knowing eyes devoured
her long blonde hair, her high-set widely spaced breasts with their throbbing hard
nipples, the soft curve of her pretty white stomach... And then he bent his head and
took the coverlet and sheet both in his teeth, stepping backward quickly and drawing
them off in order to fully expose her breathless nakedness.
"Oh, please... no... Solomon..." she protested. "This is wrong... do darling... not like
this... you're a... I'm... ooh... darling..."
And then it was too late, for even as she tried to grip one of his pointy furred ears, his
cold nose nudged first one thigh wide open and then the other. Her legs fell obediently
to either side of the disheveled bed. The entire situation was so mind-blowing, so totally
unlike anything she had ever encountered before in her young life, that she didn't know
how to cope with it effectively. All she could do was lie there, squirming her buttocks
back into the mattress, her legs still spread wide as Solomon backed off her, his big
brown eyes eating her up voraciously.
Evaline was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, and that unique long
golden hair was not a small part of the attraction he felt. He seemed to be gazing in
intoxicated rapture at her enchanting figure spread open in sacrifice on the bed before
him. Then abruptly his head inclined and he made one long swiping lick up through
the sticky wet crevice which reached from her anus right up to the quivering lips of her
burning young pussy.
"Ooooooohhhheeeee," she moaned, gripping the big dog's ears. "Oooh, darling!"
Her mouth hung open in electric bedazzlement in the wake of the enervating shock of
feeling his hot tongue dart along her erogenous slit. Her eyes became glazed over and
deeply smoked with lust. Moving awkwardly Solomon positioned himself, as best he
could on the spongy mattress, in between her legs and over her rapidly rising and
falling belly, beneath which dwelt the focal point of all desire – the soft "vee" of blonde
hair sheltering her wantonly palpitating vagina. Then his snout inclined until it was
scarcely inches away from her throbbing pubic mound. Surrendering at last, the desire
weakened girl shuddered ecstatically as she pushed her fingers into the soft fur on the
back of his head. "You musn't, darling," she whimpered, believing just the opposite.
Her hotly seething cunt felt as if it were aflame from that fire-branding lick of his wet
prodding tongue. In her secret heart she wanted only for him to continue and continue
and continue... this was it... the big one...
And then suddenly his tongue was there again, lashing through her molten, love-heated
pussy like a hot knife through butter. Evaline groaned with pleasure that seemed to
rack her loins and force a shivering thrill outward throughout her burning nerve
endings. That was beyond consideration. Nothing mattered except the fierceness of
Solomon's majestic animal's love. She wanted to dissolve into a pool of unfettered lust
where she would know nothing but the unmitigated savagery of that wonderful
sensation he was generating deep up within the shivering whiteness of her needing
belly.
Evaline sucked in her stomach and choked on her own agonized gasp for air as the tip
of his tongue caressed maddeningly and with infinite knowledge along the moist red slit
of her vagina opened like a flower in spring sunshine before his knowing canine
manipulations. The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing violently
into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal entrance.
Again it happened – his long wet tongue snaked out to flick teasingly at the quivering
little nub of raw nerves at the top of her pussy-slit. Evaline's body jerked at the searing
electric contact and her legs clamped snugly together over the smooth fur of his head,
her soft inner thighs imprisoning his pointed ears in a vise-like grip. Then her hips
began a slow up and down movement in lewd rhythm to the probings of his slavering
tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure seeped from between her tightly clenched teeth.
The thirteen year old was trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and depravity,
her upper torso writhing like a belly dancer's, her firm white breasts dancing and
heaving with emotion.
Evaline's mouth opened with a depraved gasp as her pelvis twisted lustfully forward
into Solomon's ardently licking face. Her mind felt as if it were exploding in all
directions. She wasn't certain now just who or what or where she was – there was only
this marvelous feeling in her loins that was totally unlike anything she had ever felt
before in her life – a combination of Solomon's whiskers against the smooth flesh of
her thighs, the occasional touch of his cold wet nose, and above all the out-of-this-world
tongue of his that was like fever in the blood, an electric cattle prod working over the
budding sensitive folds of her hot young pussy till she thought she would go starkraving
 mad with desire.
Her thirteen year old body squirmed involuntarily in lewd surrender to the nerve
shattering licking of the bestial tongue and mouth so ardently branding her burning,
seething cunt. Her hands cupped her own full tingling breasts and squeezed them hard
until she moaned from the combination of delights she was feeling throughout her
sensuously squirming breasts, belly and thighs.
"Oh, God," she groaned as the tantalizing lapping of that immense pink tongue
continued, its hot wet movement threatening to consume her in paroxysms of obscene
delight. Her pussy and loins felt as if they had melted into hot honeyed butter, and her
legs shivered with erotic spasms. She ground her buttocks lasciviously back against the
mattress, screwing her quivering little ass-cheeks around and around in small circles
beneath his fiercely debauching tongue. It was so delicious to feel this exquisitely
depraved rape of her fiery young loins that she wanted to sob from pure joy. There was
nothing in the world, could be nothing in the world like this fantastic tremulous feeling
that was turning her stomach, bones and nerve endings upside down and inside out.
She wanted to wallow in this powerful enslaving sensation of his warm slippery tongue
slicing through the folds of her aroused pussy and drawing them after it, then back
again. His great slobbering tongue slithered over the naked cuntal crevice of the
writhing teenage blonde, driving her wild with desire. She reveled like a heathen in hell
in its lewd tingling joy, until she thought her entire body was going to explode into a
thousand fragments.
"Oh God," she breathed, hoarse with desire. "I like it. Go on, darling, go on!"
She spread her thighs wider in order to give the slaving German shepherd's tongue
greater access, her eyes glazed dumbly with mindless passion. Her fingers clutched his
soft furry coat, dragging it up in bunches and enjoying the wonderful rich feel of it.
Solomon's tail wagged with pure happiness as he lapped hungrily at his mistress's moist
vaginal slit. He had adored her from the first moment he had seen her, long, buttocks
length hair and all, and he was delighted to find that she appreciated his devotion as
much as he had expected she would. He lapped greedily at the soft narrow folds
between her legs from which trickled the most delicious liquid he had ever tasted in his
life.
His tongue licked wetly up and down from tender anus to quivering erect clitoris, The
tip of it burrowing slightly into both her cuntal and her anal aperture. The fluted pink
edges of her pussy were an open wound alive with shivering sensation, quivering
maddeningly with every lap. The tiny sensation-bud concealed in her pussy-slit felt
electrically tingly and all ready to burst. His great tongue spread relentlessly through
the soft, hair-covered swelling of her pubic mound until Evaline began spewing gargling
sounds of ecstatic delirium from deep in her chest. She jerked spasmodically at his
fantastic technique, and felt as if she were dying when his tongue doubled up
lengthwise and attempted to insert itself like a penis into her shattered little vagina.
''Yes, yes... ohhhhhh, darling... yesssssss... fuck me... oh... like that... yeessssssssss..."
She shuddered and chilled from the intense sexual stimulation that only indulging in
something forbidden can provide. Her brain could scarcely imagine anything more
illicit than having her cuntal regions lapped by a German shepherd, and her body
responded accordingly, jerking and writhing under that depraved electric prod. Her
lustful moans alternated with feeble mewls of unnatural pleasure – pleasure that that
slithering dog tongue, dripping with saliva, was literally forcing her to enjoy. She
grasped Solomon's bristly furred ears and tried to draw his snout right up into her cunt.
With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back up over her head and pulled his
nose forward into her well-lubricated vagina so that his giant tongue thrust out and up
into her moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her proffered loins without
mercy.
Now wild incoherent shrieks began streaming from her bubbling moist lips, red with
desire, as she could feel her climax come hurtling toward her like a great wave from an
unimaginable distance. She pleaded with and encouraged the dumb animal salivating
between her squirming upthrust buttocks, inciting Solomon to lick her all the more
furiously until it felt as if his tongue was not soft flesh at all but more like a red-hot
poker illuminating her too-long-denied pussy in the night sky.
"That's it – oooooooh darling!" she moaned. OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! OH MY
GOD IT'S WONDERFUL!"
And it was. As her orgasm came hurtling toward her, it was like a ball of fire lighting
up the universe. Her very hair seemed to stand on end and her eyes rolled back and up
into her head as if she were dying. There was a churning in her loins as if a mighty
engine had come to life inside them and was turning over at ten thousand revolutions
per minute. Her mouth opened in an endless, mindless gasp as this orgasmic feeling
exploded outward, and then she began gibbering like an idiot, her flesh shivering and
dissolving in paroxysms of lust. She lay there gasping for breath as her viscous cum
gushed down from her vagina and over Solomon's nose and face, and he licked and
swallowed as much of it as he could. Then, barking with domination, he withdrew his
tongue from her exposed, trembling and spent cunt and began lapping greedily at her
heaving white breasts.


Chapter 6

Melody picked disinterestedly through the fruits and vegetables at the supermarket. She
really couldn't keep her mind on her shopping. Somehow Evaline's face was every place
she looked – among the rutabagas and between the asparagus spears. The blonde
thirteen year old had superimposed herself on her and her husband's lives in the most
remarkable way. There were her full upthrust breasts, such a youthful body, with that
waspish waist and flaring hips so perfect for child-bearing, then those long milk-white
legs of hers replete with smooth flesh and delectably curved muscles. She was just too
attractive a young lady for such a God-fearing household – perhaps the correct word
was voluptuous. There was something in Evaline's walk and saucy manner which fairly
reeked of licentiousness. And her body was of such proportions that even if she hadn't
had a sexy way about her personality, she would still have been viewed as an
encouragement to disaster in any Christian household.
But why was Melody thinking like this? Certainly the girl had given her no specific
cause. There was never anything but respectfulness on her part toward Martin, her
foster father and toward herself. She made no particular overtures, and after the initial
difficulty she did as she was told.
Granted, the older brunette woman had been quite astonished this morning to find the
girl masturbating so furiously, her fingers buried deep up within the glistening wet folds
of her vagina.
Melody felt her throat clutch as she considered that. Although she had no inclinations
whatever toward lesbianism, the scene had certainly been stimulating to an extent the
sexually strait-laced wife would scarcely have expected. And afterward, when she had
run downstairs trying to catch her breath after the furious emotions that remarkable
obscene scene had aroused in her, she had felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest
without a pause. It had seemed like an age before she got her head back together again.
And on top of that there were the depraved responses aroused several times in recent
weeks when she had come upon Solomon in the Smiths' backyard, fornicating the life
out of that slender dalmation, Penny, whose long, doe-like dark lashes fluttered with
emotion as Solomon gripped her back with his forelegs and ravaged her willing cunt
without mercy. And Solomon panting away madly the whole time...
Cauliflower in hands, she shivered and tried to concentrate on her purchases, but it just
seemed impossible. She couldn't deny that there was something very erotically
stimulating in the air ever since Evaline had come to live with them. There was nothing
overtly suspicious that she could put her finger on, merely a subtle presence of
something unmentionable in the air – something so unthinkable and remote from their
usual lives that she could scarcely put her finger on just precisely what it was.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Martin had stopped wearing his
glasses. Had he become self-conscious since this young and pretty blonde girl had come
to live in their home? Was that it?
No, of course not. After all, Martin was a grown mature man, and Evaline was still after
all merely a thirteen year old...
The confused wife felt a surge in her loins as she recalled how energetically he had
made love to her in recent mornings. Unquestionably he had been stimulated by the
presence of this busty young Venus living in their house – she just couldn't bring
herself to doubt it any longer. But did this necessarily imply anything immoral?
Not knowing what to make of the situation, she picked her way down the aisles,
passing up some canned goods she had meant to get, picking up some cookies she
didn't really need, and moving in a generally preoccupied manner. The entire situation
had become too complex, and it became more so the longer she thought about it.
And then there was still that surging feeling in her belly to contend with. While it was
true that she was a "good woman" in the best and most respectable sense of term, this
did not by any means imply that she didn't occasionally enjoy sex. She had even known
a few orgasms in the faithful years she had been married to Martin Matson. But in
recent weeks she'd been – well, she believed the expression in popular coinage these
days was "turned on." She had come to really enjoy the rough buffeting she was getting
from Martin on the increasingly numerous occasions when he was exceptionally hungry
for sex. The way he had been taking her of late had severely undermined her usual
reserve, and occasionally she even found herself crying out with emotion, and even
sobbing afterward from the remarkable feelings that were bathing her loins as he
"maneuvered" within her.
And somehow it all seemed to have started, now that she thought about it, right from
the first night they had brought Evaline home. Even now she found to her chagrin that
sometimes when Martin was fornicating her she was actually thinking of Solomon, their
adorable German shepherd. For it was that same evening she had witnessed him
misbehaving with Penny and caught his burning hot glance in her direction as he did
so.
She shivered as she remembered the depraved scene for what seemed like the
thousandth time.
Half closing her eyes, she leaned against her shopping basket. The supermarket seemed
to revolve around her as waves of emotion inundated her loins, making her feel weak
and vulnerable and exposed. There was Solomon, aroused with the Smith's dalmation
as he never seemed to have been before... there was Martin, aroused as never before, his
enormous hard penis sticking out straight as a pike at a sharp ninety-degree angle from
the hairy dark triangle between his legs, his oversized hairy testicles swinging gently,
like Santa Claus' sacks filled with delicious things... and there was Evaline, the beautiful
young blonde girl whose presence seemed to have signaled such a marked change in
their carefully ordered lives...
"Are you all right, dear?"
She looked up, startled. There was a hand on her sleeve. For a brief moment she didn't
recognize the elegantly coiffured redhead standing before her. And then the world
swam headily back into focus again.
"Cora!"
"Why, yes. For a moment there I thought you were never going to recognize me." Cora
looked around. "Where's Solomon today? My, you haven't left that good-looking dog of
yours at home, have you?"
Cora Wilson was slightly older than Melody, but she was nonetheless magnificently
proportioned for all that. She had never had children either, and there was not the least
bit of sag in her uptilted, pear-like breasts. At country club swimming parties Cora had
always been a center of attention because she knew how to wear things that caught the
eye and showed off her Junoesque body to the best effect. She preferred tight, low-cut
outfits that showed off her taut curvaceous ass-cheeks, and high firm breasts to best
advantage. She also selected her apparel for its color, because her long, reddish auburn
hair was at its most beautiful and striking when counterpointed against complementary
colors which helped it stand out. And her walk – well, her walk was not much different
from Evaline's although Melody's friend was considerably taller. "Well, I, that is..."
Cora was looking around. The store was packed with shoppers busy picking up their
weekend victuals before the big Friday rush. The low morning sun was glaring in
through the enormous picture windows in front, and right now one of the check-out
boys was lowering the shades to shut it out. "You did bring Solomon, didn't you?" Cora
asked in a forced casualness.
And suddenly something was set off like the ringing of a bell inside Melody's quickly
recovering mind. Solomon! Why should Cora be asking so intently about that big
German shepherd of hers?
Her eyes narrowed. "No. Why, should I have?" she asked pointedly.
Cora turned and looked at the younger woman questioningly, appearing more ruffled,
nervous and ill-at-ease than Melody could ever remember seeing her before. Was this
the same Cora Wilson who had been the dominating chairman of the Danville Junior
League for so many years? Keeping the girls so tightly in line with each crack of her
ear-splitting gavel? She had more the appearance at this precise moment of a – a
lovesick school girl!
Something seemed to snap in Melody's head, allowing all reason to flee as her subtle
unerring female intuition took over.
And she asked, as calmly as she could: "You didn't have a date with him, did you,
Cora?"
The other woman gasped and put her hand to her throat over the soft white circle of
pearls clasped there. "But – how did – ?" she stammered.
Melody smiled indulgently despite a muffled shock at her own comprehension and the
other woman's apparent verification of her incredible suspicions. "Oh, there are some
things that somehow only we girls can understand. Would you care to talk about it?"
And suddenly Cora broke down sobbing, tears streaming from her pretty dark eyes in a
seemingly never ending flow. Melody looked around cautiously, noted a stockboy
passing nearby who evinced moderate interest, then took Cora's arm and guided her
over to the wall by the frozen foods, their shopping baskets clanking together
irregularly as they moved.
Finally they managed to find a little privacy. Cora turned, weeping toward the wall, her
shoulders shaking, as Melody attempted to calm her down.
"Remember, dear," said Melody, "we're in public, you know. Don't lose your head or
you'll attract too much attention."
"I – I can't help it, Melody. I just can't help it." The older woman took a fresh pink
hankie from her purse and began dabbing at her eyes. Then she blew her nose.
There was a fierce surging excitement breaking through Melody's loins like someone
wailing down a long empty corridor in an ancient Egyptian tomb which had lain quiet
for centuries. She sensed something utterly fantastic in the offing – but what? Even now
her intuition could not bear to admit what her flesh suspected... but no... it couldn't
be... it wasn't possible...
"All right, I'll tell you," Cora said abruptly, looking up. "You seem to know anyway."
Know? Know what? Melody could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest like an
African tom-tom on the jungle telegraph. She found herself hoping against hope that
Cora wouldn't tell her that...
"Yes," the other woman hissed, "Solomon has been my lover!"
Melody gasped and drew back. The unmentionable had been spat out into the
unthinkable open. But – Solomon the redhead's lover? How? She must mean, of
course, that Solomon was a very affectionate animal, that was all. Of course he was.
Perhaps it was just easy to imagine that...
"Yesssssss," Cora went on, her eyes glazing over mysteriously as she seemed to be
looking backward into the past and forward into the future all at once. "I love Solomon
– and what's more he knows it – the devil. I'd bet he'd got half the ladies on Riverside
Crescent in a dither, if you must know. He's a real ladies' dog." She looked at Melody,
whose nostrils were flaring and whose breathing seemed to be coming very hot and fast.
And then it occurred to Cora that maybe she'd misjudged her neighbor's assessment of
the situation, and her face became quizzical. "But surely you knew, Melody... I mean,
you... you live in the same house with him."
Melody was speechless and felt as if a hand had gripped her throat and was squeezing it
to the fatal limit. She was afraid of what she might sound like if she tried to speak. And
anyway what would she say? Unquestionably it would come out like the croaking of a
frog if she tried to open her mouth.
Cora's eyes glazed over again and she shrugged. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter
anymore. You were bound to find out if you didn't know. I guess you never noticed
how Solomon used to spend so many of his afternoons at my house.
Melody gulped, gasped and panted for air. No, of course, she hadn't noticed. She'd
never thought about what the dog did during his long hours away from the house.
Cora continued, looking wistfully off into space. "I know it's been horribly wicked of
me. But I couldn't help myself, Melody. Can you understand that?" Her bright dark
eyes pleaded for understanding. "Fred used to leave me alone so much on those
business trips, it was just impossible. I'm a normal woman with normal desires. And
then that day when Solomon came wandering into our kitchen when I'd left the door
open and caught me alone, bending over the stove and... and... that was when it all
started. Oh God, I'm glad it's out. I've been feeling so guilty, so depraved. Please
understand Melody. I didn't mean..."
Stifling a savage little cry of suppressed emotion, suddenly Melody grasped her
shopping cart firmly and raced madly for the check-out counter. She had to get away...
anywhere... anywhere at all! Cora Wilson and her own beloved Solomon! My God, was
it possible?
Melody felt as if she were going to go mad right on the spot. Her loins seemed to have
come alive with weird staccato reactions to crazy, lust-filled images. She had to get out...
fresh air... out... out... anywhere...
"Oh, Mrs. Matson – you forgot your change," cried the boy at the check-out counter
behind her, but she couldn't hear him and wouldn't have turned if she had. Fresh air...
she had to get away... She hurried to the door and out into the fresh spring sunshine.


Chapter 7

Back in Evaline's bedroom in the Matson home on Maple Street, the voluptuous blonde
teenager lay exhausted as an overworked galley slave in her bed, breathing heavily,
perspiration bedabbling all her luscious body. Her ripely upthrust breasts fell in shapely
unrest on either side of her heaving chest, swelling irregularly under an onslaught of
emotion deeper than anything she had ever known in her life. They quivered and shook
as she breathed, still firm and pointy at the nipples, which were like flags at the top of a
mountain they had come up so taut and high. But their resilience had a slightly relaxed
air, and they tingled deliciously as Solomon ran his tongue over them again and again,
lapping at their erect pinkness and prodding them soothingly. His somehow practiced
technique left Evaline shivering with sexual anticipation like a helpless dummy. Her
fantastic shattering climax would have left any female without any will to resist, and her
own inclinations as far as resisting was concerned were more remote than ever.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she mewled, shutting her eyes and running her fingers steadily
over and through his furry coat. Her eyes shut and through her passion-blazed mind
ran scarlet images of herself and Solomon in a variety of immoral poses. There was a
sticky wash between her thighs that made their tops gleam, and it seemed with each
fresh flick of Solomon's masterful tongue she felt more out of her head than before, and
a copious flood of clear viscous liquid would seep from her vaginal walls, race achingly
down her cuntal channel and out into her hair-fringed pussy, and dribble softly into the
surrounding mat of golden pubic hair.
Solomon seemed to grin and then he began stuffing his nose under her body in order to
shove her over onto her belly. A warning bell sounded in Evaline's subconscious. She
knew that something really lewd was about to happen – yet at the same time she didn't
have the strength or will to resist it. What did it matter anymore anyway? He had
already made love to her with his tongue. Could anything be more obscene and more
in direct contradiction of all civilized taboos than that?
Yes, her resistance was gone under that maddening tongue which had so ardently
lapped her love-starved young pussy and sent her floating toward heights of orgasm and
ecstasy she had never even dreamed of before. Gone from all memory was her father –
now there was only Solomon, Solomon whom she loved so dearly.
"What is it, precious?" the wanton teenager asked anxiously. "What-what are you going
to do?"
But the big German shepherd merely growled thrillingly and shoved her more exactly
into position. Her quivering young body was now spread-eagled face down on the bed.
And then his huge head lowered again, his thick tongue slithering out into the exposed
crevice between the moaning thirteen year old's white, smoothly undulating buttocks.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh! Darling!" She twisted back toward him lasciviously, reaching
behind her to spread the swelling mounds of her ass-cheeks and provide full access to
her tiny secreted anus. His tongue lashed her for another long avid moment as Evaline
felt the aching hunger within spread from her abdomen up into her passion-swollen
breasts. She was enslaved by the powerful beast panting behind her, but she didn't care.
She labored, gasping for breath and squirmed achingly against the damp sheet, pushing
the wet, lust-sensitized lips of her pussy down against the mattress as if to rub out the
fire burning there.
Her high generous breasts were brushing titillatingly against the bed as he nosed her up
onto all fours, her long blonde hair hanging lankly down over her back and shoulders.
She was both thrilled and frightened over what she was expecting to happen. The huge
German shepherd was nuzzling into the lust-paralyzed girl's pussy from behind,
sending her wild with desire. If only he'd hurry... but he only pushed his furry
elongated face slowly between her pelvis and the mattress, raising her buttocks to a
convenient height. It was maddening to her the way he was taking his time and she
wanted to scream at him to hurry. But Solomon was not to be rushed.
And by now what he wanted was thrillingly plain – so she knelt obediently on all fours,
waiting with her heart beating like a sledgehammer, elevating her spread buttocks and
wriggling them enticingly at him in abject surrender to his animal lusts. His relentless
tongue had lashed her into servile defeat and now she was ready for anything.
And then he came and made ready. For as Evaline posed there in suspense, up on all
fours, Solomon slowly mounted the spread mounds of her smooth alabaster buttocks,
his forepaws landing on her back and sending a bestial thrill shooting through her loins
like boiling lava from a volcanic fissure.
Now his glistening scarlet penis slid from its furry sheath, dripping precoital fluid
across her legs and the already dampened sheet as he struggled to position himself. The
tapered point slipped and danced in the moist hot crevice of her ass-cheeks as Solomon
trembled and jerked, trying to bury the thick lengthening shaft of his gleaming dogcock 
within the swollen confines of her waiting cunt.
Sobbing with illicit desire, the passion-enslaved girl looked behind her, shifting her
wriggling rounded buttocks in order to try to capture the dog's lengthening penis,
which was already becoming far more monstrous than she expected. Her cunt was a
quiver with the expectation of what it might feel like and, like a bitch in agonized heat,
she strove to sheath the long red organ within her voracious grasping teenage pussy.
The sharp tip missed initially, slid upward to bump thrillingly against her momentarily
relaxed anus, and almost attempted to enter her there.
Oh my God, she thought, he's going to fuck me in my backside with that! Uttering a
stifled little cry, she tensed, instinctively trying to evade any rectal penetration. I'm too
small – my God he'll kill me! She managed to avoid the up-slipping slick animal cock,
but Solomon returned immediately to the attack, thrusting blindly with slavering
mindlessness, the thin point of his hardened penis slipping unsuccessfully underneath
her buttocks crevice into the soft, hair-nested folds of her cuntal lips and bumping
excitingly against her throbbing hot clitoris.
"Oh! Oh! Darling! That's it! You've found me! Oh darling! Forward!" she moaned,
writhing ecstatically at the prospect of her impending impalement.
The hot rod of his jerking, jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of
Evaline's passion-inflamed pussy as it spread her cuntal lips wider in his continued
frantic search for the warm wet walls of her expectant vagina. The smooth rubbery head
slowly and teasingly parted the softly curling strands of her sparse blonde pubic hair,
and then suddenly – miraculously – it was working its way around within the entrance
of her aching vaginal passage. The sensuously pulsating walls of her thirteen year old
cunt gave up their instinctive resistance almost immediately and then was grasping his
hard slick instrument and attempting to pull it deeper into her.
"Oh! Oh!" she croaked hoarsely. "That's it, darling! Oh my God! You're in me!"
Solomon drooled and growled under his breath as his wetly rigid penis slid forward
through her clutching pussy-lips, and then he yelped softly as his pelvis bucked forward
very hard, his furry haunches struggling for possession as his slender pulsating rod
moved deeper up into the moaning helpless love-slave beneath him. He rested his cheek
and jowls against the smooth white of her silky back and let her satiny blonde hair waft
over his slavering face. Then he began humping energetically in and out with mindless
animal desire.
She was skewered joyously now on the still expanding taper of his stiffly thrusting
penis. Growling happily, he lunged forward, then back again, his penis slipping out
momentarily until the desperate frustrated girl reached in back of her and, grasping the
slippery organ, guided the point of it back into her hot pink slit. She could feel herself
opening like a flower under a hot summer sun as his driving member spread her
vaginal walls like a destroyer's bow cutting through ocean waves. Her nostrils flared
from the savage heat of her lusty desire. There was no denying or imploring this
magnificent wonderful feeling that was creating such turmoil in her young loins. She
could only go with it, go with the tide, let herself be carried away. His pounding cudgel
buried itself deep up within the writhing blonde's pink grasping hole. Each time it
slithered forward with a wet rush until it was buried to the hilt, his hairy testicles
swinging below her wet pubic hair.
A lengthy, drawn-out sob of agonized relief broke from the teenager's tortured lips and
she began to move rhythmically backward to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his
forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her trembling
buttocks in lewd concentric circles, abandoning herself completely to the debauchery of
the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face twisted from
rapture and her full taut breasts danced tightly beneath her swaying torso, moving
almost in time to his ravishing cock embedded within her vaginal quarters. It seemed
like a relentless hot poker of slick rigidity burying itself up in her belly.
Now Evaline's breath was coming in tight little gasps and the burning sensation
bubbling in the cauldron of her curvaceous young belly grew in maddening intensity
with each passing moment. Trickles of sweat seemed to be trickling everywhere along
her hopelessly depraved flesh, running down finally into her navel and her churning
pubic hair to mingle with the slick juices that were lubricating his continuing entrance
and exit from her violently defiled cunt. The moist, hair-lined flanges of her warm
throbbing pussy caressed his fast-moving penis like a tongue working on a licorice stick
and she bit down hard on her lower lip in order to stifle her agonized but delighted
groans that seemed to erupt afresh with each new thrust and pulling-back.
The kneeling thirteen year old was completely out of her mind by now and moaning
obscene encouragement to the hunching beast in back of her through her fiercely
clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his
semen up into her vagina. She wanted to be filled to overflowing with his lewd animal
cum – in her sex-drugged state that was all that mattered in the world. She was no
longer human but rather a shivering mass of perspiring, passion-deranged animal flesh
dying to be subjugated. She reveled in this most taboo of all human behavior, and
ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking body as if she were just another dog.
Rivulets of moisture were building up in the crevice of Evaline's snugly rotating ass
cheeks, glistening in the daylight of the bedroom as they ran slowly down the backs of
her thighs. Solomon buffeted her into the squeaking mattress ruthlessly, until she was
ready to climb the wall in order to quench the raging fire in her convulsively
contracting cunt. She had to cum soon! She had to!
And then she cried out as she felt the first electric burst of approaching orgasm. She
twisted her head from side to side wildly, her face contorting with lust, her mouth
opened in one long continuous drawn-out moan. She screwed her buttocks greedily
back onto the big German shepherd's glistening penis and moaned and thrashed with
delight. The giant animal's tongue hung panting out of his mouth, dripping saliva all
over her back as he fucked furiously up into her. And then Solomon's face started
contorting too as he could feel his scalding hot sperm beginning to explode outward
through his throbbing bouncing balls. Passing over the bridge of flesh that was sunk so
deep into the quivering girl's body, it spurted upward into her belly with a fierce rush
that left her filled to brimming with his bestial semen. She could feel his cum splashing
in every direction in thick hot squirts, provoking her own orgiastic upheaval, which
came rushing at her like a forest fire in a high wind. The white copious liquid seeped
from her tight little cunt in an obscene mixture of her cum and his thin trails of the
sticky stuff running down the long ivory columns of her thighs. Her body shuddered on
the rack of lust just as the dog was jerking in back of her. And then, her ass-cheeks
glistening with the evidences of her depraved behavior, she pitched forward on her face
exhausted.
Just in time to catch sight of a rapidly moving figure in the vicinity of the bedroom
door...


Chapter 8

For a long while Melody had driven around town aimlessly, coasting up one street and
down the other. It seemed as if the day had become incredibly warm. Occasionally she
even drove past Martin's office at Harfat Engineering, and even spied him once leaning
over a drafting table with his sleeves rolled up. She wanted then to cry out to him for
help, but what could she say?
That Evaline's masturbating, Solomon's fornicating Penny, and Cora Wilson's fantastic
story of her illicit liaison with Solomon, were threatening to put her round the bend?
Her loins were churning like a blender at high speed. They were literally burning up,
turning over, exploding hotly outward like a collection of small balloons, and then
sucking inward again. She could not remember when she had ever been so sexually
aroused in her entire life.
It was true that she had occasionally enjoyed sex with Martin, and that when she was
courting she had allowed not a few fellows to kiss her goodnight on the doorstep. But
this feeling bubbling inside her lower belly was totally new and had no counterpart in
living memory. It was nothing at all like any of the other feelings she had ever had with
regard to sex. It was by far too flaming, too explosive – and the lustful itch it was
creating was driving her wild. Yet every time she stroked at her tormented pussy with a
tentative finger, this seemed only to drive her all the further out of her mind. The entire
thing was unnatural and beyond control.
How was it that Solomon had kept his strange proclivity a secret from them for so long,
she asked herself over and over. Assuming that Cora Wilson's half-crazed, obscene
admissions had any truth to them...
Or was it true that Melody had merely been too naive to notice? Now that she thought
about it, it occurred to her that there had been not a few times during their life together
when Solomon had nudged her in a slightly over-familiar fashion. Occasionally when
she was working in the kitchen he would rub up against her legs and lick her ankles
and so forth, and now that she thought about it, once he had even tried to force his
nose up under her skirt.
Melody shivered as if with ague. If she had been a truly lust-attuned being, she might
have succumbed just like Cora Wilson – all assuming that Cora's fantastic story had
any validity in actual fact, of course.
And where on earth had Cora got the nerve to admit her obscene behavior? Amazing.
Disgusting. But exciting, too, she thought as her heart raced faster. Cora, a pillar of the
community, having her vagina reamed by their handsome and lovable Solomon...
The aroused housewife shut her eyes and shuddered involuntarily, almost swerving into
another car. Fortunately she was able to get her senses back together and she pulled in
beside one of the parking meters around the corner from Main Avenue. She was in
such a state that she found herself wishing she smoked so she'd have some way to ease
the tension built up in her agonized body. Deciding to try it anyway, she got out of the
car and crossed the boulevard at the corner stoplight. In Humphrey's Drug Store she
bought a package of cigarettes from a pimply-faced youth and took them back to the
car for a smoke.
And as she walked down Main Avenue it occurred to her for the first time to notice
how many women were walking dogs around the stores on tight leashes. There was a
big St. Bernard and a brutal-looking chow, and even a couple of German shepherds on
the street. She retired to the car nervously and lit up her first cigarette in many years,
puffing hesitantly and even coughing a little as she did so.
Lord, this thing was really reaching her. She could barely keep her hands steady as she
lit up – she hadn't had a cigarette since she was a teenager.
But after the initial set of coughs, she found the smoke seeping down into her lungs
vaguely satisfying. Although her loins were still churning over like a giant engine in
some cavernous empty factory, her awareness of it subsided somewhat as she puffed on
the cigarette.
The most startlingly beautiful girl the older woman had ever seen appeared at the
station wagon parked just in front of her own car, and opened the rear wagon door for
the sleek handsome German shepherd she had in tow. A tall leggy girl with long,
shining brown hair and jumping breasts beneath the loose blouse she was wearing, she
couldn't have been more than twenty-two. And, as she bent over, her animal suddenly
twisted on its leash and drove his cold wet nose high up into the center of her bright
white panty-crotch...
Melody gasped and slunk down into the seat as far as she could go, her eyes still glued
to the horrendously lascivious scene in front of her. The pretty young girl's green mini
skirt flared out over the dog's furry crown, but Melody could still see very clearly how
he was working his nose upward into her panty-covered pussy. She recognized the girl
as one of the newlyweds from the new housing complex on the other side of town. No
doubt she would be horrified and very angry with the bold German shepherd.
But far from it. For no sooner had the animal's snout disappeared within the juncture
of the girl's smooth swelling thighs then Melody overheard through her partially
opened window:
"Ooooooooh, Rex. You mustn't do that, darling. It's all too public!"
Melody slunk down even further in her seat, her heart beating madly. The girl's high
pitched squeal was obviously one of delight instead of misgiving. The crouching
brunette could scarcely believe her ears.
But then it was all true! Everything Cora had said – and the redhead obviously wasn't
alone in her vice.
Melody moaned softly and stuffed her hand underneath her skirt to rub futilely with
her fingers at the predatory pleasure tendrils which seemed to be crawling all over her
burning hot pussy. She had to get home! And right away! Before anything happened
between Solomon and Evaline! And before she went out of her mind with lust herself!
A cold bath would be just the thing!
But she was too embarrassed to get up in her seat and start the motor as long as the girl
and her powerful-looking dog were still there in front of her. And now the young
housewife was cooing down at her big German shepherd, "Oooooh, you make mama so
hot, darling. But you've simply got to learn to wait, sweetheart. You can't fuck mama
everywhere and anywhere the way you would another dog, or just lick mama's pussy
anytime at all. Now come on. Be a good boy and get in the back."
The dog did as he was told and Melody found herself remarking on what a sleek
muscular animal he was. She could even detect the soft sway of his heavy-laden testicles
beneath his hair-encased penis. No doubt he used that to...
The dog lapped his mistress' mouth as she was bringing up the tailgate, and the young
girl giggled coquettishly: "Oh, you devil. You know mama loves you. But you've got my
ovaries in an uproar and now we'll have to go home and do some fucking in a hurry
before daddy comes home..." And with that her voice trailed off and Melody was unable
to catch any more of it before the tall girl went around to the front of the car and
climbed into the driver's seat. In another few moments she had started up and driven
off.
Gasping, Melody brought herself up into a normal sitting position and started the
motor. She could no longer think straight or consider any regular plan of action. She
only knew that she had to get home right away and get all her clothes off – and try in
some way, any way, to get rid of this hopelessly maddening burn down between her
thighs.
She pulled away from the curb with a screech of burning rubber, took a sharp right on
the yellow through the light at the corner, and then raced off in high speed down Main
Avenue toward her own part of town.
The house seemed unnaturally quiet when she opened the back door. There was not the
usual welcome from Solomon – which wasn't to say that at this particular moment she
would have welcomed it – nor did Evaline appear to be anywhere around either.
She could hear her heart roaring in her ears as she moved with unnatural stealth up the
stairs.
But did she actually want to catch something amiss? Wouldn't it be better not to know?
But then suddenly it was too late and the entire question had become academic. For off
in the distance came the muffled cadence of a female's straining moans from Evaline's
room down the carpeted corridor
Melody scarcely dared breathe as she moved stealthily forward.
But then she heard it again – a lengthy series of deep mewling moans from Evaline's
slightly open bedroom door. Impelled by fury, obscene curiosity, jealousy, and heaven
knew-what else, the older woman made her way quickly down the passage to the
thirteen year old's door. Clutching her throat in abject fear and apprehension of what
horror she expected to find, she touched the door slightly and it swung open – to reveal
the most hideous display of lasciviousness she had ever encountered in her entire life.
For there, on Evaline's soaked rumpled, squeaking bed were Evaline, on all fours, and
Solomon, his enormous red member moving in and out of Evaline's hair-fringed pussy,
his hairy balls slapping her ass-cheeks rhythmically with every stroke, his forelegs dug
firmly into the higher muscles of her back and his haunches moving at a furious pace.
Above all that, his eyes gleamed in Melody's direction, his long red tongue, heavy with
saliva, hanging lecherously out of his mouth and dripping all over the teenager's
glistening white back.
Melody knew she should cry out, but instead she felt a wave of forbidden passion
bursting through the walls of her vagina and flooding downward to her pussy-lips in a
great rush of hot viscous liquid. She felt as if she might swoon away as she staggered
against the door. Meanwhile, Solomon's cock continued to slither in and out of the
tightly grasping cuntal aperture of the kneeling teenage girl, the big German shepherd
panting as if he were running a race. Beneath him, Evaline's long blonde hair was flying
around her head and her bouncing breasts were dancing in depraved rhythm to the
blonde's hoarse punctuated little gasps of pure abandoned lust.
''Yes, yes... ohhhhhhh, darling... yessssss... fuck me... oh like that... yesssss..."
Wild incoherent groans began streaming from the young girl's moist contorting lips,
ragged with passion as she babbled and heaved like a bitch in heat, and Melody sensed
breathlessly that the youngster's climax could not be far off.
In between, when she could get her voice, Evaline pleaded with Solomon to work faster.
"Aaaaaggggggggg... oh darling... I'm... oh yessssssss.... I'M CUMMING! OH! OH! OH!"
There was a swift whooshing intake of breath as Evaline became convulsed with her
animalistic orgasm, and then Solomon's pelvis began jerking violently as the dog yelped
and barked, his hairy balls slapping lewdly at her trembling white buttocks, pulling
high up into his churning scrotum as they delivered their fiery hot load across the
bridge of his penis and into the hot wellspring of the human female's vagina.
Melody felt as if she were strangling. The feeling in her loins had surged wildly out of
control and before she could even begin to think straight about doing something about
this terrible mess, she had to find a way of calming that flaming forest fire that was
raging out of control within her over-excited belly. Tearing herself forcefully away from
the terrifying debauched scene, she raced down the corridor and into the bathroom.
And then she would have been safe – if Evaline hadn't spied her briefly as the girl came
spinning crazily downward out of the most mind-bending orgasm she'd ever had in her
life...
At first the satiated thirteen year old wasn't sure what she should do about the fact that
Mrs. Matson had caught her and Solomon in their illicit coupling. Horrid visions of
herself being separated from Solomon flooded her passion-drugged brain. In back of
her she felt the German shepherd's rapidly deflating penis becoming flaccid and
slipping slickly from her gasping cuntal passage. She ground backward onto it to
preserve some of its tingle, but it was no use. Solomon was drawing out of her, huffing
and puffing for breath. It seemed like an age before she could get her head together and
figure out what to do, because she was so totally exhausted.
She raised her buttocks up high into the air and wriggled them in the last rapture of her
forbidden self-debasement. The folds of her cunt seemed to squeeze together,
comforting each other. When she could finally get her face up from the soiled sheet, she
had somewhat sorted things out.
And what she had sorted out was this:
Why had Mrs. Matson not disturbed them when she caught them? Because there was
something disturbing her already, and if she interfered she might be called upon to
admit this. It was Evaline's girlish intuition which told her this even though her reason
could find no support for such a conclusion.
What then was her beautiful statuesque foster mother afraid of? Afraid of a scene with
Solomon? She certainly wasn't afraid of making a commotion over a sexual matter with
Evaline, as she had done so over her mere masturbating that very morning. Therefore,
there had to be some deeper explanation: (1) she was afraid of confronting Solomon
because he might already be her lover, or (2) she might subconsciously wish him to be.
And that would explain her reticence – she was afraid of Solomon as any girl might be
of a potential lover.
But whatever the explanation, Evaline knew that she would have to do something to
solidify her position before Mr. Matson came home and the couple had an opportunity
to "talk things out".
And if she was correct in her suspicions, Solomon might prove to be the perfect –
indeed the indispensable – confederate necessary to turn things her way.
Her course resolved upon, she jumped from the bed, her jouncy breasts joggling and
her long golden hair flaring out on either side above her smoothly dimpled buttocks.
"Come on, Solomon," she called. "I'm going to have another pussy for you to lick in a
minute!"
With this the dog followed slavishly after her.


Chapter 9

Choked with emotion, her loins tormented with an intense incomprehensible desire,
Melody quickly undressed in the bathroom and started the water in the bath. Her full
white breasts were heaving madly and it was virtually impossible for her to pull herself
together. The lewd sight of Solomon fornicating Evaline from the back had triggered off
sensations in her belly that she had never guessed existed, and for the moment her
brain just seemed incapable of operating in any orderly fashion. All discussion of good
and evil, moral and immoral had ceased to exist – she had been swamped by too many
overwhelming sensations and complex decisions simultaneously, and like any good
computer her brain had worked to preserve its sanity through the simple medium of
shutting down all operation for the time being.
But God, she couldn't get them out of her mind!
The tall brunette seemed to be shaking violently as she stepped out of the last of her
clothes and faced her voluptuous, firmly molded body contours and oval-shaped face
with its big dark eyes and frame of thick black hair in the bathroom mirror. Even the
bestial couple's depraved moanings and groanings seemed to be haunting her passionflaring 
brain. The squeak of bedsprings could not be put aside, nor the picture of
tangled animal/human limbs, deep shaggy brown against pure cream-white on that bed
of Evaline's... igniting further the leaping fire between the older woman's thighs that
was making her cuntal lips twitch in their rising need.
The repressed housewife was beyond fighting that tingling sensation within her tortured
vagina. As if in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the straining
tautness of her full, melon-shaped breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her
fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt as if she would rip them loose from
her quivering white mounds. She groaned and her head fell backward, her long
unparted hair trailing silkenly over her responsively twitching buttocks.
Seemingly against her will, her hands darted down her body like automatons and
groped at the throbbing "vee" of her pubic mound, attempting to somehow relieve the
fire raging there.
But no, she couldn't continue this standing up. Her legs felt weak as though they were
about to disintegrate. She stepped into the bath and slid down into the delightful
intoxicating hot water – a cold bath had seemed like to much self-punishment almost
at once, her legs scissored open, one foot lifting to dangle over the edge of the bathtub.
She could feel her moist pussy-slit now palpitating against the tips of her fingers as they
drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of her eagerly pulsating cunt to the
heat of the bath. Then with a groan she sank a middle finger deep up into the viscous
mouth of her passion-tortured vagina.
Melody held her breath, relieved momentarily, but not for long. For now the fire
burned more intensely, demanding more fuel to feed its lascivious hunger. She inserted
another finger, and then another, so that finally there were three fingers sluicing in and
out of her wildly clasping cuntal recess.
The vision in her mind of Evaline being fucked by her own beloved German shepherd
drove her on, and she rocked back and forth in the bathwater, setting up a churning
whirlpool of activity, screwing her fingers deeper and deeper up into herself. She could
see Solomon's glistening red cock slipping into the wanton teenager's ardently clutching
cunt, sinking through the soft blonde pubic hair like a greased rod – and her gasps
began to match the one's she had heard between the girl and the dog. Her fingers
became Solomon's penis, and suddenly she found that her loins wanted everything that
Evaline was getting. Yes! She wanted to be mounted, too, wanted to be fucked! If only
Martin were here right now pumping his rock-hard cock into her searing hot channel!
By now her fingers were no longer enough – the lust-elemented brunette had to have
more, but what? In instinctive desperation the fingers of her other hand reached around
behind her, parting the soft crevice of her smoothly undulating buttocks, searching for
the tightly puckered anus within as she leaned her back against the tub and raised her
ass-cheeks. She gasped as one finger slid as if magnetized into the snug relaxed
aperture, and in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt
of pain coursing throughout her quivering body.
Her anal orifice was not as tight as she might have expected, having been so warmly
loosened by the action of the bathwater, so that her finger actually slid into her rectum
with very little resistance. She had no idea why she had penetrated herself in such a
depraved manner. It had been more instinct than anything else. But now she found that
it felt so good that she would have died had anyone made her remove it.
As though possessed by a lusting demon, she wormed her ardently raping finger up
into her nether passage. With each advancing millimeter, the combined feeling of the
fingers lodged in both rectum and vagina became even more overwhelming than before.
She was bathing in a nutrient bath of pure sensuality, her white glistening breasts
dancing against the surface of the water as she held herself suspended between the
tension of back and feet against the tub to enable herself to continue at will her lewd
double self-defilement. Jolts of electricity seemed to be swarming unceasingly through
her fiercely energized loins. She hung for one unimaginably long moment teetering on
the edge of release, her entire body vibrating with lust, unable to see or feel the hot love
juices gushing into the water from around her ravaging fingers. She could feel her
orgasm taking hold of her with a great roar, like Krakatoa exploding on a mountain top
above a quite village, or an enormous tidal wave flashing across the Pacific Ocean and
swamping and destroying everything in its path...
And then suddenly they were there, those two she was imagining, Evaline and
Solomon... standing there wide-eyed in the open bathroom doorway.
"Evaline!" The older woman sat abruptly up in the bath, causing a great commotion in
the water. "What are you doing here? Get out! Get out! Get out at once!"
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or a woman deprived of her climax. Melody
just wanted to be alone, to finish the most beautiful masturbation of her life... to finish
her orgasm... to achieve her much needed release.
But instead she drew her fingers out of her belly immediately, embarrassed, bristling
with rage. How dare they...?
Nor did Evaline even bother to throw on a robe. She was as bare as the day she was
born – stark naked from toenails to luscious blonde tresses. Her firm round breasts
jiggled as she moved. Her body was supple and firm, like any thirteen year old's. It was
only her unusual voluptuous development which made her so breath-taking to watch.
As she moved gracefully across the bathroom floor, the soft white curves of her hip
bones glinted in the fluorescent lighting. Her flesh was glossy – exquisitely smooth and
perfect everywhere. At the juncture of her long legs lay the little blonde triangle with its
scarcely visible gleam of pink in between. Little wonder Solomon had wanted her, the
housewife couldn't help thinking somewhat irrationally to herself.
"Hi, Mom," Evaline laughed gaily, moving purposefully toward the bathtub and falling
quickly to her knees. Melody tried at the last moment to draw the shower curtain shut,
but they were too fast for her. Solomon growled a warning and Evaline's hand
prevented the curtain from going all the way. "Now Mommy," the blonde teenager
clucked at the startled older woman, "that's not very friendly. After all, Solomon and
me have just come to help you get bathed, that's all. Isn't that right, Solomon?"
Solomon's eyes gleamed confidently and his long red tongue hung between his pointed
incisors. Melody felt her breath catch, and her hands struggled to conceal herself
because now, after all she had heard and seen, she felt sure Solomon was no ordinary
dog – rather he had the potential for being almost like a human lover. It was amazing
to consider how many times he had seen her naked and she had never felt at all self
conscious until now. But everywhere she placed her hands they were far less than
adequate covering – for if she put them on her breasts then her soft, still throbbing
pussy was unconcealed beneath the water, and if she covered her cuntal "vee", her full
heaving breasts remained in full sight of the incited animal.
"But – but you must get out of here at once," the confused brunette attempted to
protest, tossing her wet dark hair over one shoulder.
But Evaline sensed the creeping weakness in the other woman's voice and the golden
tressed teenager was already letting the water out of the tub.
"What – what are you doing?" Melody breathed huskily as Evaline flung the bathplug
into the sink and the water started bubbling down and out of the tub.
"Why – we're just going to help you wash, Mom," Evaline said innocently. "Aren't we,
Solomon?"
"But, but I – that is... " Melody stared at the suddenly formidable pair horrified,
completely at a loss as to what to do. But what were they going to do?
It seemed ridiculous to feel such a prey to a dog and a mere child, but, in her lust
aroused state, the tortured housewife felt totally incapable of handling the situation.
Her breasts quivered and her legs felt robbed of all strength as both time and the water
seemed to run out. And then before the trapped woman seemed to have a chance to say
anything more, Evaline was suddenly soaping her hands and then soaping her foster
mother's breasts in turn. She felt the young girl's slender hands squeezing and fondling
her proud upthrust mounds, making her nipples tingle with a new forbidden
excitement. Gasping for breath, Melody let her beautiful head fall backward and her
eyes shut to better enjoy the sensual glory of the talented child's massage. Her voice
came weakly as if from far away: "Oh, Evaline... oh... oh... what... what are you doing...
to me..."
"Isn't that nice, Mom?" Evaline asked, winking at Solomon, who seemed to grin back at
his amazing young mistress. And then her pretty golden head bent forward and the
darting spear of her tongue snaked out to lick electrically at Melody's pert hardening
nipples. The older woman quivered and moaned under her foster child's lascivious oral
caress, her nostrils flaring, her closed eyelids palpitating with emotion. It seemed as if a
million butterflies were fluttering in her belly now.
Evaline smiled, her hands passing all over Mrs. Matson's glistening well-turned flesh,
fondling her breasts, squeezing her small waist, caressing lingeringly her shivering neck
and shoulders, especially the back of her neck under her long black hair, tickling her
ears, and then, finally... snaking downward into the dark pubic "vee" that was left
naked and defenseless by the outwardly flowing water...
Melody winced, gasped and writhed as the emboldened blonde's finger slowly inserted
itself up into her ardently clutching vagina, working around in tantalizing little circles.
"You like that, Mom, don't you?" Evaline breathed huskily into her foster mother's ear
as she fingered the hopelessly seduced woman.
Mrs. Matson nodded eagerly, her eyes still shut, her flesh enjoying to the nth degree
this wonderful depraved toying. "Mmmm..." she murmured, helplessly enslaved by this
intoxicating rhythmic delight bestowed by the girl's fingers. "Mmmmmm..."
Evaline smiled and winked at Solomon. He was a bright dog and smartly took his cue.
Just as all the water gurgled out of the bathtub, he circled swiftly around Evaline's
kneeling fingers, inserted his head between herself and his first mistress, and lapped
lingeringly at Melody's full trembling breasts.
"Oooohhh... ooooohhh... you..." she moaned, trying weakly to push his head away, but
as her fingers ran up his attractive masculine snout, moving delicately through the soft
sleek hair there, she suddenly felt the most ecstatic thrill flooding her breasts from
softly curved underside to taut nippled peaks.
His wet ministering tongue, seemingly coated with electrically stimulating ridges, ran
the gamut of her heaving breasts and then back again, dragging her nipples along with
it, buffeting them about and then letting them fall back resiliently. Melody sighed and
the sound turned into an endless, high-pitched moan. The maddening tongue slapped
at her breasts made every part of her body feel abandoned to the lust-inciting effects of
the lewd double titillation. Her nipples tingled and her pussy moistened rapidly in an
endless flood over Evaline's raping finger. The obscenely beseiged older woman could
no longer think of anything else. They had her, and she was glad at last.
"Nice, isn't that, Mom?" Evaline asked, stuffing in another finger to join the first up in
her foster mother's cunt, pushing her seeping cuntal lips apart and working her fingers
experimentally around inside. Again she winked at the big German shepherd and
Solomon continued licking his mistress's firm, cream-white breasts, nudging them
around provokingly, and occasionally lapping at her ears, eyes, face and throat as well.
Melody sighed ecstatically as she lay back in total lewd rapture in the bathtub. She had
never been worked over like this in her entire life, and it seemed as if she had died and
gone to heaven. She couldn't remember anything of her past life.
There was only this wonderful honeyed feeling in her loins and the powerful affection
she now felt for the two adorable creatures who were providing it. She laid her head
back luxuriantly against the splashboard and ran her fingers lovingly in and around
Solomon's furry ears. Yes, he was a beautiful animal... beautiful... oooooooo, his
tongue...
"Come on, Mom, let's get out of here and into a nice bed. What do you say? You don't
want to fuck with Solomon in the bathtub, do you?"
"Fuck... Solomon... oh... oh... that's nice... no... not... bath... oooohhh..."
Evaline laughed deliciously with almost innocent triumph as the passion-drugged older
woman repeated her lewd words in an almost hypnotized manner. Now they had her.
Everything was going to be okay.
"Then, come on, Mom, get out of the bath," she commanded, her fingers still plying in
and out of the brunette's cunt, not giving up her hold on her for a second. She
whispered in Melody's ear, "You do want Solomon to fuck you properly, don't you,
Mom?"
"Fuck me... properly," Melody repeated in a dazed voice. And then there were Evaline's
hands in her armpits, lifting her, helping her out of the bath, and Solomon's warm
tongue and shaggy coat caressing her shivering long legs. He was lapping the water off
her legs... and she thought she would swoon from that magnetic, mind-bending caress...
They guided her through the connecting door into her own bedroom, and then the
blonde nymph had a wonderfully obscene idea. Still holding Mrs. Matson to give the
lust-deranged woman support, she felt underneath Solomon inside his hairy crotch to
ascertain whether or not he was getting a hard-on again. His hair-covered scabard
revealed nothing, and she wondered momentarily if he might need some help.
"Wait a minute, Mom," Evaline instructed her stumbling, automaton-like foster mother.
Then she ordered Solomon: "All right, you handsome devil, roll over and play dead."
Solomon was good at commands, and did so almost immediately, his legs waving about
in the air as if he were a beetle turned over accidentally. Then Evaline dropped to her
knees and began palpitating his concealed cock and soft hairy balls with her now
experienced young hand.
It seemed no time at all before his pink gleaming member began to show itself. Then,
before he could lose the mood, Evaline's head dropped, her long blonde hair wafting
teasingly over Solomon's tremoring body, and she guided his rapidly stiffening penis
toward her hungry obscenely opened mouth...
Mmmmmmmm... she thought. Scrumptuous. Even more delicious than daddy's... I
knew it would be... I knew it had to be nice... And her head bobbed wantonly over the
moistly slickened animal hardness.
Melody felt dizzy and giddy with sensation. She didn't see how she could possibly stay
on her feet a moment longer. Her loins were a cauldron of boiling rampaging need. She
spread her legs wide in order to insert two of her own fingers up into her cunt to fill the
aching gap left by Evaline. Her mouth hung slackly open as mind-jolting sensations
assailed her, her long black hair hanging down, swaying softly against her shivering
flesh.
"Oooooohhhhh... fuck me... somebody," she found herself moaning in time to her
finger's lewd rhythm, unable to stop herself. "Fuck me..."
Evaline, a trifle surprised at this positive reaction, took her mouth off the rapidly
expanding animal cock she had been sucking, swallowing the small amount of German
shepherd cum she had managed to glean from its tip. It was time for the Big Show, and
anyway she had spied the little Instamatic camera on the Matson's bureau. As much as
she loved sucking Solomon's delicious organ, and loved the taste of his semen in her
mouth, it was time to consolidate her position...
"All right!" she commanded abruptly, getting to her feet. "Solomon's ready and so are
you. Get on all fours, Mother, quickly!" The tone of competent self-assurance in her
voice surprised even Evaline herself.
Mrs. Matson made a soft moan of protest that was all too feeble, then began slowly,
gratefully dropping to her knees until her full heavy breasts were brushing sensuously
against the carpet and her buttocks were waving in the air behind her like a lewdly
provocative flag.
Solomon was beside himself and unable to control his canine lust. When Mrs. Matson
presented her gorgeous double-mooned ass-cheeks up to his incessed scrutiny, it was as
though he'd been waiting for this moment for years, ever since he'd first come to love
his tall buxom, raven-haired mistress.
Now at last he was to get his chance at the woman he loved and his tongue hung
hungrily from his mouth as he waited for the go-ahead from his young companion.
And then Evaline had released him and he was at Mrs. Matson's side with a single
bound, his long red penis totally out of its sheath, thick and menacing, fairly bulging
with throbbing blood-veins, its tip dripping precoital fluid onto the carpet as he moved.
There was a smooth sucking sound as the kneeling brunette removed her fingers from
her cunt, and then a sort of mewling as she begged to be fucked.
This is getting better than I'd expected, Evaline thought. She's really hot to go. I'd
better help Solomon and then get to that camera quick.
So thinking, the precocious blonde grabbed
Mrs. Matson's two wriggling ass-cheeks and began slowly pressing them apart.
Solomon, furious with desire to at long last mount his voluptuous brunette mistress,
staggered awkwardly in back of her, struggling for his footing on the carpet on his hind
legs as he planted his forelegs on her back. The passion-drugged woman moaned
abandonedly with sensual anticipation at the feeling of the shepherd's animal paws on
her human skin – a feeling at once maddeningly illicit and beyond compare. Her
flaring pussy-lips flowed copiously with her depraved unnatural desire. Why didn't he
get into her? she wanted to scream out loud.
Torn between the desire to take Solomon's huge swinging penis into her mouth and to
fit it into Mrs. Matson's nether passage, Evaline couldn't control her eager nervousness.
But at long last she had her foster mother's buttocks spread wide, revealing the winking
brown hole nestling so peacefully within, and then Solomon's cock was slipping
through the full-fleshed passage and up toward the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
The teenager had heard of women getting it in the anus, and she wanted to see it for
herself.
Oh my God he'll kill me, Melody thought as she realized what was about to happen.
But she had lost all will to resist. She just wanted to go on now, on and on forever until
she finally released the cataclysmic orgasm she knew was stored up somewhere deep
within. She had to feel it wash over her. If she didn't, she felt like she'd die of her
agonizing need.
And then she felt the first teasing tickle of the end of Solomon's smoothly tapered penis
pressing against the mouth of her rectum. Instinctively her thighs spread wider and she
tried to worm back onto it. Rectum or vagina, what was the difference. So long as she
was fucked! She had to have it!
"That's it!" Evaline cried, urging Solomon on. "Fuck her in the ass, Solomon. Fuck that
high and mighty, strait-laced bitch! Teach her what it's all about!" And then she turned
and ran to the dresser to pick up the camera.
But Melody didn't hear any of this. For the dog's cock had begun to penetrate her
obscenely proffered rectum, and it wasn't nearly as painful as she had expected. The hot
bath and the use of her own finger there had somewhat loosened her sphincter muscles,
making her very relaxed inside.
"Oh goodness," she breathed suddenly back at her animal lover, "I like it, I like it, go
on, go on, darling Solomon!"
But that was merely her reaction to the smooth tapered tip slipping through her snug
anal ring. In another moment Solomon had prodded convulsively farther, and as the
wider part of his cock began to penetrate, she found a horrible pain spreading
throughout her violated belly, making her gasp at the unbearable agony. She had never
been fucked in her rectum before, and if she hadn't been so worked up, she would
never even have considered it. Certainly if her own husband had suggested such a thing
she would have been mortified. But the first part of Solomon's penis entering her
virginal anus from the back had driven such thrills all the way up into her pulsating
breasts that she only wanted more, more until that more changed to pain. This
dreadful, mind-splitting agony was like being impaled on a stake, and suddenly her sobs
of joy changed to tears of abject humiliation.
She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together, but Evaline saw what she was
doing and came back with the camera to coat her fingers in her foster mother's soaked
steaming pussy and then shift some of her lubricant to Solomon's ardently punishing
cock.
Melody tried to hold her ass-cheeks close together, but the pressure being exerted
within her anal canal had become too great to resist. Solomon's penis was moving up
inside her like a red-hot sword and she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot
entranceway between her legs as he opened her up.
"No – oh, I'm too tight... oh no, don't... Solomon... oh darling... lover... please don't...it
hurrrrrrts!"
But his animal cock continued to press forward through her naked and vulnerable
rectum, and even as her sphincter muscles clenched their puckered flanges in resistance
around his skewering rod, this only served to excite him all the more. He probed hotly
through the tight elastic circle and shoved forward with a savage jerk of his standing
haunches. Melody moaned in lost depravity as tears of pain fell from her eyes and
flooded her cheeks before dropping onto the carpet.
Giving up all resistance as futile, she relaxed her anal muscles and allowed Solomon's
cock to slide farther up into her virginal rectum in the most unnatural act of love
anyone could imagine. How would she ever be able to face the world again after
indulging in this ultimate in bestial perversity? Or did it matter?
Solomon was certainly bigger than she would have expected of any dog. Although she
couldn't see his obscenely penetrating hardness, it seemed to her virginal anus as
though it must be even bigger than Martin's, and this really set her heart to racing. But
why couldn't he have shoved it up into her cuntal hole instead of back there? This was
so dreadfully painful. She wanted to have her vagina satisfied, to have that wonderful
blazing climax she knew was hiding up inside sweep over her, but this... this was just
going to tear her to pieces...
She gasped with pain, then groaned again as Solomon's cock sank into her body yet
another inch, but the sounds echoed through her bedroom unheeded except by Evaline,
who had rapidly figured out the Instamatic and was taking flashbulb shots with it,
unnoticed by the sodomized mistress of the house.
Was there no one in all the world to help alleviate this excruciating torture of her
heedlessly distended nether passage by Solomon's rampaging organ? There seemed no
escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body.
The gradually expanding intrusion of his swelling penis vibrated through every fiber of
her helpless enslaved being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely-stretched
rectal channel in great waves of pain before it. The German shepherd's cock filled
ceaselessly with its pounding animal rigidity until she could only groan and sob in
submission, wide-eyed with torment, until suddenly she felt the briskly coarse hair of
his loins smacking heavily into the upthrust fullness of her quivering buttocks. The
dog's cruel fleshy thickness was now buried in her belly right up to the hilt.
Only now Solomon began to display some of the exquisite technique he had become so
well known for in their neighborhood. For instead of merely fucking his mistress
madly, as if he had run amok, he began undulating his pelvis and working his stiff
blood-bloated rod all around inside her, pushing her rectal walls outward, coaxing
them, loosening them, making them more accommodating to his intruding hardness.
Melody groaned in anguish, hung on the end of his stone-hard cock like a pig on a
giant roasting spit. The pressure was dredging helpless tears from her eyes until she felt
as if his filling cock would explode out through her throat. The practical cudgel in her
rectum was stuffing and expanding her stretched hole beyond anything the sexually
naive older woman would have thought possible.
Now Solomon, panting slavishly, began to saw rhythmically in and out of her widened
aperture, forcing it open still farther with each instroke and wrenching further sobs of
pain and misery from her agonized lips. She had never felt so soiled, debauched and
ashamed in her entire life. Her whole nether region felt raw and used and moist with
secretion, and now Solomon was beginning to lunge more swiftly and smoothly,
pushing the full length of his meaty organ up into her with long effortless strokes. It
pulled tiny ridges of her pink clasping flesh out with the base of his cock as it withdrew
for yet another vicious plunge inside while the dog's mistress bent and moaned like an
errant slave before a fiercely dominating master. All the while, the young blonde
organizer of this obscene orgy was taking photographs of the perverted coupling from
every imaginable angle.
Melody's body jerked and quivered and her thighs convulsed periodically as an extra
hard thrust seared brutally up into he tender back passage. She could hear Solomon's
animal grunts of pleasure floating around them and thought: I'm giving him that... oh
my darling... you made me love you... if only it didn't hurt sooooo much...
And then subtle change began to take place which astonished the sodomized woman.
For , gradually, in place of that fierce ripping agony, her rectum and loins were
beginning to flower outward with feelings of darting tingling pleasure. This was not an
alteration which took place very swiftly, rather it began as fleeting, threadlike
sensations, and then slowly blossomed from there.
Solomon was now uttering little guttural mewls of pleasure and yelping occasionally as
he slid in and out of his mistress's anus. His neck was thrown back in ecstasy and the
watching Evaline could see his muscles knot as he strained to unload his churning cum
up into Melody's affectionately clutching rectum.
Within Melody's impaled womb, the pain had lessened considerably and at the top of
his stroke Solomon's testicles had finally begun bumping against her secreted little
clitoris there at the top of her pussy-slit, sending jolts of pure pleasure wafting through
her entire abandoned body. Crooning with ecstasy, she began wriggling backward over
his cock to meet its forward thrust, undulating her ass-cheeks and swinging her
buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping his cock snugly with the slight throb of her
rectum on the outstroke. The reddish pink skin of her rear orifice drew back with his
penis, caressing it avidly each time.
"Ooh! Oh! OH!" she moaned, staccato-like, feeling her orgasm well within her grasp
once more. "Oh!"
"That's it, boy! Fuck 'er good!" Evaline yelled, throwing down the camera and suddenly
mounting the dog from the rear as if he were a horse and grinding her hotly aroused
cunt down into his shaggy coat, so that now as he fornicated Melody, he was backrubbing 
the teenager's pussy as well.
Solomon chortled and wagged his tail, delightedly happy. His eyes fixed maniacally on
the movement of his mistress's buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she
worked back against him, her long black hair falling over her face and around her neck
and back as she squirmed lewdly onto his savagely penetrating penis.
Her face rolled from side to side on the carpet as she groaned with ecstasy, flushing red
with the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide with lust. She bucked and churned her
body back against the pummeling dog, sensing that he was about to cum, encouraging
and pleading with the motions of her pelvis for him to end it and fill her anus with the
burning hot semen of his lewd climax.
Solomon seemed to sense his mistress's frenzied need and began to ram up into her
more rapidly, hard and deep, smacking her quivering ass-cheeks smartly on each
downstroke and sending a shiver of pure delight up her spine. "That's it! That's it!" she
gasped in a high-pitched gurgle. 'That's it, darrrrling! Don't stop!"
He tried to grip her back tightly with his forepaws and fuck her with all the strength
left in him, feeling Evaline writhing against his back. His eyes bulged wide as he lunged
into her again and again, his huge tongue hanging wetly over her glistening white
buttocks. He jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like
fire.
She groaned piteously, "Arrrggghhh," and he flicked it in all the deeper until she was
afraid it might come out her navel. This was the experience she had waited for her
whole life, the one experience that would make all of existence worthwhile. Forgotten
was the strict moral code she'd lived with all her life. This was it. – this powerful
heavenly fornication beneath this sleek furry beast.
It seemed to her as if the giant tormenting cock-shaft was continually growing and
threatening to explode far up inside her. If only he would cum... if only...
"OH! OH! Cum! Oh please cum! Hurry! I can't take it any longer!" she cried out with
masochistic pleasure mixed with agony as she fucked back against him wildly. Each slap
of his balls against her clitoris sent her one plateau higher on her loftly quest. She was
suddenly reminded of how her father used to spank her with his strong hands, and the
fierce sensations they had sent burning downward into her pubescent loins. Over the
years she had almost totally forgotten that feeling, and now it was returning with a
vengeance.
Solomon barked and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost ripped through
the walls of her fluttering belly, and then suddenly his pelvis was shuddering and
hurtling hot thick cum high up into her rectum in wave after obscene wave. Melody
sighed with happiness as she felt warm animal sperm spurting in every direction inside
her thoroughly violated belly. She pressed tightly back against her dog's hairy loins as
he poured his cum far up into her clutching anal passage, filling her elasticized rectum
to the bursting point with that squirting sticky wetness. And then Melody could feel her
own climax come shooting toward her – like a blinding flash of light carrying the force
and brightness of a thousand suns. She groaned and gurgled, and her lips began to
froth as her loins churned outward through the most magnificent orgasm she had ever
had in her life. Her vagina began gushing with lewd squirts of sticky cum that trickled
onto the carpet beneath her cunt. And then she shuddered madly and collapsed forward
in a single long sigh that had neither beginning nor end.
At the same time, Evaline reached her own "horsey" climax on top of Solomon's back,
riding him furiously and gurgling happily as her pussy spewed forth its moist wave of
liquid all over his sleek furry back – and then she too slumped forward, exhausted, as
both she and the dog tumbled off Mrs. Matson and onto the floor at her side.
It seemed like an endless moment before any of them could fathom what had just
happened.
Solomon got up after awhile and walked around, then went downstairs to the kitchen
to lap up some water from his bowl and eat some dog krispies. Not all of his cum had
shot up into Melody's anal passage after it had become full and forced the excess to
froth out through her snug elastic aperture over the base of his deflating cock. So now
there was a glistening coat of hair-matting cum around his cock-sheath, into which
Solomon's penis had now disappeared.
The two females watched him lumber off, huffing and panting for breath. Then Evaline
squeezed her legs together deliciously and looked over at the older woman, blushing in
a becoming glow of shock and pleasure at her own bold behavior in leading this
depraved orgy. But she'd known her foster mom had needed it and wanted it, and that
had helped spur her on.
Melody's smile was warm as she looked lazily across the floor at her foster daughter,
and this gave Evaline some courage. "I – I didn't really mean all that, what I mean is,
I'm not really the sort of girl who feels other girls' breasts, if you know what I mean."
"I know you're not, honey," Melody said softly and easily. She reached her hand across
and clasped Evaline's with warm affection. "I'm not either, dear. You were just trying to
work me up – and God, I'm glad you did!"
"Are you, Mom? Really?"
"Sure, honey." The satiated brunette sighed lazily and let go of the teenager's hand,
rolling over onto her back and gazing at the ceiling with her long legs outstretched, her
fingers playing easily within the soft moist confines of her awakening pussy. "God, I've
been a fool all my life, Evaline. You know more about life at thirteen than I ever did.
All my life I was afraid of my own body, and took sex in small doses as if it were snuff
and you breathed it into your nostrils to generate a polite sneeze. That was how a good
girl and a respectable married woman should behave, I thought. Little did I realize that
the world was passing me by and learning and doing new things I would never even
dream of – and most important, finding happiness and sheer physical joy in these new
things. I was a fool."
"Then you're not mad at me?" Evaline got up on her hands so that her voluptuous
firmly swelling young breasts hung downward.
Melody smiled again. "Mad at you? Forgiving me the happiest experience of my life? I'd
be mad at myself first, darling. No, I'm glad you helped me break loose from the
terrible cocoon existence I've wrapped myself up in my whole life. I don't feel any
shame, just a wonderful relief I've never known before. Of course, it helps to know that
this sort of thing is a lot more common than I'd ever dreamed, and that I'm not the
only one. I've just one worry about the whole thing, though."
"And what's that, Mom?"
"What are we going to do about Martin – Mr. Matson, my dear? Your foster father."
The two women looked at each other, a secret smile playing on each of their lips.


Chapter 10

As Martin Matson maneuvered his new gray Ford through the early afternoon traffic on
his way down Main Avenue, it occurred to him instinctively to remove his blackrimmed 
glasses and smooth his hair in the rear-view mirror. Ordinarily he was not a
vain man, but it seemed as if ever since they had taken the golden-tressed, voluptuous
blonde teenager, Evaline, into their home he had become curiously preoccupied with
his appearance.
Occasionally he told himself piously that this was merely because he didn't want to
seem like an "old fogey" to this child, of whom they had been warned that she came
from a difficult and impoverished background. He told himself that both he and
Melody should want to establish a "rapport" with Evaline so that she could unburden
herself to them and develop a real feeling of security.
This had not occurred, however, not by any means. Obviously they had failed
somehow, and consequently there was some room now for a reappraisal of their
motives as well.
And when he reappraised his own, with all possible honesty, he presented himself with
something of a shock as well.
Not that he wasn't a normal man with normal behavior patterns common to a small
midwestern town. He was a regular churchgoer, a member of the Chamber of
Commerce, the Elks, and the American Legion, in that order. He was also a Quaker
and he had been brought up strictly, although upon reaching adulthood he had seen fit
to discard some of the more overtly pious behavior that the Quakers were known for,
and merely to live simply and respectably. He believed in God and Jesus in that order,
but he didn't wear his religion on his arm. Rather he was the sort of man who was
regarded instinctively by all and sundry as an "ordinary good fellow".
So that sex was very far from being an anathema to him. Indeed, Matson had often
noted quietly to himself that it was always the biggest puritans who seemed to have the
largest families. Respectability was scarcely a synonym for non-sexuality by any means.
So that, like most men in Danville, he never troubled to deny to himself or to others
that he had an eye for a pretty leg, and he could join in the mutual appreciation of a
passing beauty without any trace of discomfort. There were not a few of those around at
Harfat Engineering, where he worked, and he could be as jocular as the rest of the men
with respect to them.
Which didn't necessarily mean he was prepared to accommodate a prurient interest in
his own foster daughter as well, but at the same time he couldn't very well help but
notice Evaline's high full, well-shaped breasts. She might be only thirteen years old, but
that didn't make her any less noticeable as a developing bundle of lush femininity.
Quite the contrary, in fact. She was all the more provocative for her precociousness.
And that long blonde hair. His wife's hair was jet black, and he had never even kissed a
blonde in his life. All the girls he'd experimented with in high school had been dark as
well, as there were never many blondes in Danville at any one time. Having normal
sexual tastes, the sight of all that flowing yellow hair bouncing in satiny fineness down
to Evaline's round twitching little buttocks naturally made him itch just a little bit to
put his fingers in it...
Matson sighed and shook his head. What on earth was he thinking of? He knew what
he was thinking of – that impossibly delectable young blonde minx they had taken into
the house under the guise of civic virtue and with the idea that this might stimulate
their reproduction glands in some mysterious way.
It certainly had his and he couldn't deny it. He wondered if Melody ever noticed that
his ardor had escalated by leaps and bounds. Not a few times he even found himself
thinking of Evaline as he fucked his wife, closing his eyes and thinking of that thirteen
year old pulchritude, smoothness and virginity. It was mortifying, but he felt he
couldn't help but wonder whether her young cunt was as blonde as her startlingly
lovely hair. So many girls dyed their hair, but he hadn't seen any indication of this with
Evaline. She kept nothing in the medicine cabinet or among her things to indicate she
might, and her hair never looked dark at the roots. Besides, the color was just too
perfect...
Matson found himself involuntarily pushing his fingers down onto the lengthening
bulge in his trousers. His cock was tingling and he was becoming aroused. Perhaps he
would give Melody a surprise.
Certainly at first, when they had first seen Evaline in the orphanage, they had been
quite taken aback by her full-blown physical maturity. But their mental state had been
such, and they were basically so conservative, that there had been no room to maneuver
their decision in any other way. They had told themselves it didn't matter – he was just
guessing what was in Melody's mind, of course – and they had striven to make sure it
didn't.
But it appeared as if events and Evaline's sensual femininity were just too overwhelming
for them to behave as if she were just an awkward stick of a girl. She was a fully
developed woman of lusty proportions, and they should admit that frankly and openly.
But having admitted it – where did that take them? Just where did they go from there?
Send her back to St. Ludmilla's as being too mature and unwieldy for their home? That
would certainly be unnecessarily cruel, he thought, his penis jumping in his hand as he
massaged it through the thin cloth of his pants and shorts. A girl had to live
somewhere, and to all intents Evaline had had her share of hardships. She was entitled
to rest her poor weary-blonde-head somewhere. Even dogs were given homes, and
gypsies allowed to camp in communities. Was it fair to allow this poor child to be
heartlessly shunted about?
Being frank with himself, Matson was prepared to smile at his own hypocrisy. He had
no objection to Evaline staying around, but the reasons for his feelings on this subject
could probably be found elsewhere than among the most virtuous.
The car skidded to a halt at a stoplight in the university district, and he had time to
consider the whole matter further as he gently massaged his broadly expanding penis.
My God, he thought, if it gets any bigger I won't be able to walk into the house
standing up straight. Mrs. McCready – the snoopy neighbor woman next door – would
have a fit.
He smiled, feeling somewhat silly. There were several long-haired girls passing in front
of his automobile, students at Eastern State, carrying their books under their breasts.
They wore mini-skirts for the most part, dirty jeans having gone out of fad, although
they still, by and large, retained the no-brassiere look. One had the most beautiful long
red hair he'd ever seen, and somehow they all seemed a bit flirtatious as they passed the
car.
Or was it merely himself? Was he merely more vulnerable today?
He started the car moving again as the light changed to green. The university section of
the boulevard moved quickly past his car – he bypassed an array of drugstores,
cafeterias, pizza parlors, and finally he emerged out into an open area wooded on all
sides with tall trees. The cool breeze fanned his face through the open window.
He could feel his cock gradually lengthening. Evaline had really got under his skin, and
perhaps he should give up all attempt at denying it. He found himself wondering idly if
he really looked that much younger when his glasses were off.
In another few minutes he had driven up the Matson driveway, not noticing the two
female faces peering down from an upstairs window as he arrived, their naked bodies
shielded partially from view by thin white curtains. Nor, of course, could he hear what
they were whispering to one another.
Parking the car, he got out and went up the stairs to the kitchen. Melody's car didn't
seem to be anywhere around, but it might have been parked on the other side of the
house, too. He took the stairs gingerly two at a time and tried to affect a youthful mien.
The screen door as well as the inside Dutch door was open, and he pushed them aside
without having to use his key.
He wondered if Melody would be surprised to see him this early in the day. Certainly it
would seem peculiar if he attempted to explain to her that he had been so distracted at
the weekly departmental meeting that his supervisor had suggested he take the
afternoon off. He would have to think up something else to tell her.
But where was she? The house was quiet as a mouse.
And then Solomon appeared, wagging his tail, apparently glad to see him. Martin put
his fingers in the dog's sleek soft coat and Solomon rubbed happily against the man's
leg. "Well, you're a good fellow," Matson said down to him. "Aren't you, boy?" Then he
went to the refrigerator for a cold glass of milk. Taking out the bottle, he said
noncommittally to the big German shepherd, "Well, you look pretty cheerful today.
You haven't been misbehaving at the Smiths' again, have you?"
Solomon seemed to grin mysteriously at him with this reference to Penny, the Smith's
dalmation, although as Matson sat there drinking he wondered if this impression was
only his imagination.
And then there was the soft fall of youthful footsteps on the stair. "Oh, Solomon!" came
Evaline's youthful voice, and despite his best intentions Martin could feel his pulse
quicken and his penis jerk on the spot just from the sound of her mellifluous voice.
Before he could say anything, Solomon had bounded past him out of the kitchen and
toward the stairway. "Oh, there you are, darling. Has Mother come home yet?"
Thinking quickly, Martin conjectured that his wife must be out shopping. His cock was
definitely becoming bloated with blood, pushing his pants right up to the underside of
the table. His nostrils flared. He was a respectable individual, but at this precise
moment respectability had flown to the bottom of the list in his catalogue of concerns.
With Melody out of the house, why, it was the perfect time for him to get to know their
foster daughter better. In fact, this was probably the first opportunity he'd had to get
her alone – that was, to talk to her privately – since she'd joined the Matson
household. Of course, his head told him, it would help to make Evaline feel more at
home if they had a nice quiet talk – while his penis was becoming more engorged with
blood and sending an altogether different message into his sinews and loins as to the
relative importance of his various possible plans on finding his sumptuously
proportioned foster daughter alone in the house.
"No, it's not mother," he called from the kitchen with just a trace of awkwardness in his
voice. "It's me, Evaline."
And then she appeared. In the doorway of the kitchen. Clutching nothing but a towel
around her voluptuously molded form. His eyes fell upon her legs, involuntarily
devouring them. They were long and smooth and well-muscled. Milky soft flesh a man
instinctively wanted to dig his talons into. The towel seemed only just barely to cover
her pubic region, so that her legs appeared more lengthy and provocative than he had
ever seen them before.
Above that, the towel was wrapped tightly around her wasp-like waist, so that her hips
flared very fully. And then still higher up she was holding her firmly swelling breasts in
check with her forearm. They seemed to well up considerably, thrusting upward and
out over her imprisoning arm, out to the sides, ballooning everywhere. Her shoulders
were glossy and smooth. Her heart-shaped face had sparkling deep blue eyes, a cupid
bow mouth with a sultry jutting lower lip, and back of that her long honey-gold hair
seemed to trail in fine rivulets all the way to her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, it's you, Dad," she pouted, her eyes shouting sensuality, and then she tiptoed
along on her dainty small feet and planted a heavily lipsticked kiss on his surprised
open mouth, her tiny pink spear of a tongue darting inside just a fraction and then
whipping out again. "I'm so glad to see you. I thought it was Mother back from the
shopping."
He was afraid that in another moment he might not be able to control his voice, so he
wanted to speak to her while he still could. "Evaline – uh – that is, haven't you got
anything to wear? I mean, you might catch cold-"
She fluffed out her long yellow hair in back of her with one long-nailed hand. "Oh, I
suppose so. But, you see, I was taking a bath, and when I heard Mother come in..." She
paused hesitantly, licking her lips and looking at him. "But – don't you like me like
this, Daddy?"
His cock felt stiff as a board. He didn't dare get up. "Oh, it's not that, Evaline," he
stammered. "Of course I like you – we like you... that is... you just don't... you see..."
And with that she feigned a slip of her fingers and suddenly the towel became
unraveled. "Ooops, I'm sorry," she said, bending over, and as she did so her well
shaped breasts hung down while she retrieved the towel from the linoleum floor. He
stared in amazement, his breath coming very hotly as he watched her taut protuberant
nipples pointing forward from the tips of her cream-white mounds. Something seemed
to grip his throat and wouldn't let go. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and
seemed to be everywhere. Her legs quivered majestically like those of a thoroughbred
filly eager for the race and then there was the titillating patch of her sparse blonde
pubic hair, within which he could see very clearly the peekaboo pink gleam of her
pussy-slit.
Evaline stood up smiling, her breasts pointing up again as she drew the towel
lingeringly over her luscious young body. This routine had worked before for her and
she couldn't see any argument against trying it again. Even now she could see that
eager glint in her foster father's eyes that signalled his imminent surrender. She found
herself wondering how large his cock was, and whether or not it was heavily veined,
and how it would look hanging from his thatch of pubic hair. She was wild about what
Solomon had done for her, and yet... she had been interested in Mr. Matson from the
very first...
"Don't you like me, Daddy?" she asked again, with as much innocent sweetness in her
voice as she could muster.
Martin Matson looked as if he were about to choke on his own tongue. "I... I... that
is..."
She walked up to him and put her hand affectionately on his shoulder, her towel
concealing only her navel. Her full, ripely upthrust breasts were pointing right at his
chest and the timorous man found his mouth watering. Her Lolita-like little mouth
opened in a quiet teasing red oval, her tongue flickering out wetly to moisten the
fullness of her rich pouting lips. Her eyelashes fluttered as if she were overcome by
affection for him.
"Don't you like my titties, Daddy?"
"Evaline!" His penis pounded with emotion as if it were consciously demanding to get
out.
Did he like them? Man, he was crazy about them! They were the most beautiful things
he'd ever seen in his life!
"Wouldn't you like to suck on them, Daddy?" The bold teenager leaned forward
slightly, so that one rosy nipple was almost touching his face. He could smell the
warmth of her body, a scent more tantalizing than that of fresh bread straight from the
oven. What was that scent? Youth!
Her hand reached forward slowly into the crotch of his pants, gripping the enormously
hard rigidity that he could no longer conceal. "I'll bet you do, Daddy. In fact, I'll bet
you'd just love to suck on my tits. Admit it. Mmmm, that's a nice hard cock you've got
there. Will you let your little baby pull it out?"
Martin closed his eyes. The audacious blonde's foster father felt as if he were drowning
in a quicksand of sexuality. And as the pool of sand closed about his head, obscuring
forever all vision of anything higher, he found himself nodding his head vigorously. 
"Yyeh-yeh-yes! Take it out! Hurry!"
Making a little sound of adolescent glee, she went to work swiftly, zipping down his
trousers and reaching in through his fly into his belly hair and onto the soft sacs of his
testicles until – most grandly of all – her hand touched his gigantic hard cock which
just took her breath away with its overwhelming length and breadth.
"Mmmmmm, daddy," she crooned, bending her head so that her soft lips rested
tantalizingly on the rubbery bloated cock-head. "You've got a beeeeeootiful cock – but I
think you're going to kill me with it..."
There was a hoarse whooshing intake of the older man's breath and then his fingers
snaked out automatically to clutch her golden hair as she opened her mouth greedily
and ran her lips agonizingly along his pulsating male hardness until the top of it tapped
the back of her throat. Then she began a slow rhythmic sucking that made him strain
forward with pure ecstasy. In all his life Melody had never done anything like this to
him... it was exquisite... one had only to relax and enjoy it...
He could hear his own animal-like panting, interrupted by an occasional low moan as
that gifted tongue of hers achingly stroked the underside of his burgeoning penis where
the long sperm-filled vein was waiting urgently to spew forth its scalding hot load of
stored-up cum. Her fingers traveled like little snakes underneath his balls, weighing
them, cupping them, caressing them, fondling them. It was like seventh heaven. All
thought of anything else was long gone.
Now Evaline was ready to put the rest of her plan into action, as she sensed that her
foster father was properly softened. Her mouth came off his penis with a soft sucking
pop and she kissed it one last time as he attempted to keep her mouth on it. Then she
forced herself to stand, her fully formed breasts swaying luxuriantly.
She took his hand and said, "It's time to go upstairs, Daddy, if you want to fuck your
little girl. Or do you?"
He nodded dumbly, following after her as she padded naked out of the kitchen and up
the stairs while she continued to keep him worked up by stroking his palm with her
index finger. He watched with burning desire as her smooth undulating white buttocks
joggled up ahead of him. She had such delicious curves he was beside himself – he
wanted to drown in her as if she were a sea of sensuality.
His flaming hot cock swung outward ahead of him, sticking lewdly out of his pants as
he took the stairs after her, and then they were heading for his own bedroom.
Where was Melody? he wondered, but then he decided that he just didn't care. All his
life he had been a professional good boy, first in his class at school, president of the
school paper, Little League ballplayer, office in Junior Achievement and son on. A real
Boy Scout. And where had it got him? If he passed up this opportunity, he would
probably never get another chance to fuck anything as beautiful as Evaline ever again.
She was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen in his life, and her illicit youthfulness
only seemed to heighten this sensation, while the fact that she was his foster daughter
made the entire business all that much more intoxicating and erotically stimulating. So
she had his hand and now they were in the bedroom. He didn't know where Melody
was, and he didn't care. He would take his chances. She turned to face him, rubbing
that magnificent full-fleshed body insinuatingly against him until he thought he would
swoon. Her slender forceful hand came up around the back of his neck and she drew
his head down into a molten, open-mouthed kiss wherein she sucked on his tongue and
her own tongue explored his mouth until he thought he would gag from the perverse
excitement of it all. And all the time her lower body was grinding away against his
exposed loins, rubbing her blonde pubic triangle against his aching jerking cock.
"Hurry, Daddy!" she murmured. "Let's fuck!" And with this she began to strip him. She
quickly had his shoes off, sucking his cock as she kneeled to remove them, and then she
made him take his pants off and everything else until he was stark naked.
"On the floor, Daddy. Hurry!"
Martin looked through glazed, passion-drenched eyes at the nice soft bed in the center
of the room. "But, Evaline – on the floor-?"
"Hurry!" she commanded again, spying Solomon and Melody peering at them from the
slightly open bathroom door. She grasped his hand firmly and pulled him down onto
the thick soft carpeting, spreading her legs as wide as she could until her hot young
cunt became an oval mouth waiting to be kissed by his pounding blood-expanded
penis.
He could see the glistening pink folds within the softly curling strands of her sparse
blonde pubic hair, and his rigidity throbbed as if it were filled with gunpowder. Panting
with desire, he lowered himself into the open circle of her wide-stretched, taut young
thighs, moving his penis forward until it found the clenched opening in her pussy. He
sighed with ecstasy as he felt the warm wet walls of her cunt closing about his pulsating
penis, and then he was moving through it, and it was like his cock was being kissed by
a thousand tiny hands, so talented were her vaginal muscles.
She locked her arms tightly around his back as he began slowly, agonizingly to pump
up into her. Her legs came up, too, her heels hooking over his calves so that he couldn't
get away – not that he ever wanted to! And then she gave Melody the high sign over
his shoulder as she bit into it. His rod had penetrated her almost all the way to her
cervix now, and it was like having a flowering Redwood tree in her belly. She wriggled
deliciously, working her cunt up and down over his throbbing penile hardness.
And then Solomon slipped out past Melody's legs as the older woman was clicking off
some Instamatic shots from the bathroom door. The dog had become so excited that his
enormous pink penis was sticking straight out of its sheath.
"Here, boy," Evaline called, "I'll suck it for you." And with that, as if by prearranged
plan, Solomon came up and stepped over Evaline's face so that his swinging hard
rigidity swung right down toward her nose and mouth. She took one hand off Matson's
swiftly jerking buttocks and guided the fleshy tapered animal cock right into her mouth,
sucking on Solomon's lewdly distended member like a woman possessed. And she was
– possessed of the fierce desire to be fucked in her mouth by this handsome German
shepherd at the same time as she was getting it in her belly from her handsome foster
father.
Martin grunted with amazement as he saw Solomon step over the blonde nymph's face
and her mouth open up to take his rigid red penis into its hot cavernous depths. But he
could, after all, find no room for complaint. He was not supposed to be fornicating his
foster daughter either, so he couldn't exactly take a moral stand in opposition to
Solomon. And anyway, he was almost ready to cum, and he wanted to shoot his hot
load up into her warmly undulating belly as soon as possible before Melody got home.
His neck muscles knotted up from the excruciating feel of her voraciously clutching
pussy kissing his penis all over. He was going to shoot into her any second. And he
would have – if his wife hadn't suddenly appeared in the room, totally naked as she lay
back on the floor beside the copulating couple.
"Melody! My God – what is this... oooooohhhhhhhhhh..." But despite his
astonishment, the brunette's husband couldn't stop drilling into the blonde teenager's
tender greedy little belly. He looked down and could see his penis, slick with her pussy
juices, sliding effortlessly in and out through her golden pubic hair which was teasing
his cock maddeningly on each out stroke. The lips of her cunt were clasping his
impaling thickness convulsively, so that all he wanted in the world was to let his balls
explode their fiery load of cum up into her churning velvetized womb.
Evaline's eyes gleamed and she seemed to smile, but she didn't stop sucking on
Solomon's shining red organ for a minute. And then Mrs. Matson was positioning
herself, turned slightly on her side, with her legs widely spread so Solomon instinctively
began lapping at her quivering pussy with his long thick tongue. The older woman
began crooning and gurgling with pleasure as he curled his tongue into a spear and
began driving it rhythmically in and out of her hot wet cuntal hole.
Martin continued grunting and groaning. He could feel the pressure building, and now
at last he was getting the idea. It was a put-up job! Somehow they had all arranged this
for him! Wonderful! He wasn't mad at all!
He continued to fuck into Evaline with long, agonizing drawn-out strokes, as she
sucked on Solomon's cock and the dog in turn licked thirstily at his mistress' squirming
hot cunt. And meanwhile Martin's arm snaked out and he grabbed one of his wife's
breasts, twisting it as strongly and as painfully as he could, because he knew she liked
that. And now they were all connected.
A series of moans, groans and whines echoed from the writhing, caterpillar-like
foursome, and then they could feel the orgasms exploding through their loins – in
Evaline as her foster father and her dog-lover poured cum into her from both ends – in
Melody as her favorite German shepherd licked her pussy into a heavenly delight that
was so head-shattering it would leave her gibbering like a madwoman from her fantastic
climax for moments afterward – while Martin, his entire body jerking and shuddering,
groaned out his entire damned-up existence, his balls siphoning up sperm and shooting
it wildly up into the depths of his squirming young charge's thirteen year old belly...


Chapter 11

"Well, then," said Mrs. Williams with only the faintest hint of surprise, "you are
perfectly happy to keep Evaline on permanently? We're pleased to hear that." (I think,
she thought, puzzled.)
"Yes, we thought you would be," said Mr. Matson, looking very neat and dapper in his
dark blue, double-breasted suit. Mrs. Williams looked out the window thoughtfully as
he spoke, fully aware that the entire family looked quite contented with Evaline's foster
arrangement. There was a quasi-sleepy-sprightly demeanor about their personalities –
as if they hadn't had much sleep recently but were too excited to care. The Director of
St. Ludmilla's Orphanage found this difficult to understand. Ordinarily Evaline had
only served to disrupt families – this was well documented in her dossier. And now
this! The whole thing was most unusual.
"In that case," Mrs. Williams went on, not altogether convinced, "we may dispense with
all future formality and we will pass the necessary adoption papers up to the state
board. Approval in cases of a child this age is usually a foregone formality."
"We understand."
Mrs. Williams studied the robin perched, chirping madly, on the branch outside her
window. The grounds were very green today, and she would take a little walk down by
the river later. She felt a sense of relief; a difficult charge had been permanently
removed from her care. Such pleasures were rare. At the most she had expected to be
rid of the troublesome Evaline for a mere few months. She moved a blotter idly across
her desk into one corner. "In that case," she said, lifting one eyebrow thoughtfully, "you
may go."
The orphanage head stood up and straightened her skirt stiffly, like a WAC on parade
drill. Then she shook hands with both Mr. and Mrs. Matson, reflecting at the same
time on how serene and composed Evaline had become during the brief period of her
stay with the dignified couple. The child hadn't shifted throughout the entire meeting,
but now she stood up taking the leash of the big German shepherd belonging to the
Matsons – and dropping it accidentally on the floor. As the child bent to retrieve it,
Mrs. Williams' eyes widened considerably. For the voluptuous young blonde was
wearing no panties! Mrs. Williams had even caught a glimpse of downy gold pubic
hair!
"Thank you, Mrs. Williams," Mr. Matson told her, and then the lot of them moved to
go as Evaline straightened up and headed toward the door.
Was it her imagination, or did Mr. Matson put his hand on his foster daughter's
buttocks as they passed through the door? And did she actually see that powerful
German shepherd put his nose under Mrs. Matson's dress as they waited for the
elevator down the hall?
The astonished director slumped back into her large leather swivel chair and turned it
toward the window. At least there's one thing I can't be imagining in this old gray
head, she thought as she watched them down below, approaching the Matson station
wagon, and that's the cheerful enthusiasm of that new family. They're chattering away
happily like a bunch of felons who've just broken jail, and both Evaline and her new
mother are giggling like schoolgirls. I wonder what the Matsons did to bring Evaline
around like that. I'll probably never know.
Yes, one very happy family...
And then they started up and drove off.


THE END
