From Dogs To Donkeys
by Frank Brown 


FOREWORD 

Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, 
the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual 
basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters. 

The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality 
with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex. 

While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while 
sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves 
and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of 
other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least 
slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to 
discover that we are not different, naughty or even perverted in our sexual 
practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal 
they are. 

The characters in FROM DOGS TO DONKEYS are case in point. Their story is one 
of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the 
reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

The fireplace crackled and hissed. The pine log Connie's dad had thrown into 
the fire before leaving for the big city now spit pitch. Blue flames shot 
out, then disappeared. Connie looked up from her school yearbook, watching a 
few chunks of glowing ember drop under the grate. 

It felt so good to have the whole house to herself for once. No housekeeper. 
No babysitter. Just herself and the fire-and trusty Hector, her black 
Doberman. She felt safe and cozy, lying here on her bearskin rug. The fire 
and Hector kept her warm, while outside, the spring wind scourged the house 
with sleet. Winter was making its last desperate raid on the year. It was a 
good night to be inside. 

Connie sat up, crossing her bare legs under her bathrobe. She snatched up 
her hair brush and began brushing out her shiny blonde hair, letting it all 
fall to one side as she brushed it out in front of her chest. The fire had 
dried her hair in no time, and now the orange flickers played across her 
tresses, making them glimmer. Connie loved her waist-length hair, loved the 
hot bubble bath she'd just taken, loved the warmth and light of the fire. 
She likened the fire to a sort of ripened, pulsating sunshine. The fire 
alone lit the room and warmed it, and Connie suddenly felt so secure and 
free in its radiance that she pulled off her robe and tossed it aside. Next 
to Connie, Hector's yellow eyes looked at her quizzically, and Connie had to 
laugh. 

"Nobody's home to see me like this, boy," she said to the big dog. "Just 
you. And you don't care, do you?" She stroked his sleek head, and Hector let 
out a loud exhalation through his moist, black nostrils. 

Connie giggled to herself. She felt downright naughty. She wondered if any 
of the other girls at school ever dared to sit in their fathers' dens naked 
like this. She couldn't imagine it, but she was sure some of them did. For 
example, someone like Trixie Adams. 

Trixie seemed to love getting naked, and staying that way. In the locker 
room at school, Trixie was always the first girl to strip, and the last to 
dress. She seemed to love walking around the locker room showing off her 
tits and ass. Trixie was more developed than the other freshman girls in 
Connie's gym class, and Trixie never stopped trying to get the other girls 
jealous. Trixie would show one of the other girls her big tits, presenting 
them as if they were some kind of exotic melons. 

"Nice-huh?" Trixie would say. "Far ah Fawcett, eat your heart out." And then 
Trixie would lick her big, red nipples. 

Connie stretched. Thinking about things like being naked, and Trixie's tits, 
made Connie feel kind of tight in the lower back and between the legs. It 
wasn't an unpleasant kind of tension that she felt, but it did seek release. 

Connie inspected her own tits. They were smaller than Trixie's, but they 
were larger than the tits of most of the other girls in Connie's gym class. 
And her own tits stood up more, whereas Trixie's hung low. Although Connie 
usually wore a bra, she didn't have to. Her tits formed their own support. 

Connie stretched out on the soft bearskin rug again, sliding her smooth skin 
sensuously against the thick black fur. She nestled down in it, luxuriating 
in the feeling of the silky fur against her tits and belly and thighs. 
Behind her, a warm tongue of firelight lapped up and down her bare ass. 
Connie pulled her yearbook back in front of her, and, propped up by her 
elbows, began paging through it again. 

The school yearbooks had been issued just this afternoon, in an assembly to 
celebrate the beginning of spring vacation. Connie had got only a few 
schoolmates to sign her yearbook this afternoon before she had to leave for 
home. She'd have to wait until after vacation to get the book properly 
autographed by all her friends. She read the few autographs she had 
obtained. 

She looked again at what Mark Wilson had written: "Hi Connie: Why don't you 
and me get together and do what we both want to do! I can tell you want it 
as much as I do." Connie puzzled over this one. What was it they both wanted 
to do? 

She turned to the pages on which Mark was pictured. He was a junior, older 
than herself. He was a handsome boy. Connie felt all funny inside looking at 
his pictures. She wanted to kiss him. If he were here right now, that's what 
she'd do-kiss him. 

Connie flushed. So that was what Mark was talking about. He wanted to kiss 
her just as much as she wanted to kiss him. 

"Oh, Mark!" Connie muttered out loud. "Let's kiss." She kissed his picture. 
At that moment, Connie felt tingly between the legs, and she squeezed her 
legs together, squirming with the feeling. 

Next to Connie, Hector lifted his long, black snout and sniffed the air. 
Before resting his snout again on the floor, his yellow eyes flashed at 
Connie. 

Connie turned to a photograph of Mark grappling on the wrestling mat with an 
opponent. Mark's arms and shoulders bulged with muscles as he held his 
opponent in a fierce headlock. Mark's white teeth were bared, and the dark 
hairs of his armpit bristled. Connie sighed. He was such a hero-and he 
wanted to kiss her. 

If only it were week after next! How would she ever survive next week? 
Suddenly that trip to Aunt Doreen's farm-the spring vacation trip she'd been 
looking forward to taking with her father-suddenly that trip had lost its 
appeal. She'd be out on that boring farm all week, with nothing but a bunch 
of smelly animals and the farm folks-Aunt Doreen and Cousin Kurt-while 
somewhere in town, searching for her breathlessly, would be Mark Wilson, 
just about the handsomest boy in school. Mark would be longing to kiss her, 
while Connie, so far away, would be longing to kiss him. Oh, it was too 
much! If she didn't get to kiss Mark Wilson before school started again, 
she'd die-she'd just die! 

Connie lifted up on her knees, pushing her bare ass high into the air while 
keeping her elbows on the floor. The new position relieved some of the 
tension what had suddenly filled her spine. Connie had been getting that 
tense feeling more and more frequently over the past year, and it seemed to 
come most often when she thought about boys. The feeling made her want to 
stretch, and often she felt tingly between the legs at the same time, and 
then she felt like squeezing her legs together. Not only that, but her pussy 
always got wet and warm when it tingled, and her pussylips would slide 
against each other as if they'd been oiled when she squeezed her legs 
together. Connie wasn't sure what was happening, but she liked the feeling. 

As she leaned forward onto her elbows, her ass waving high in the air, 
Connie kissed Mark's picture in the yearbook. As she kissed it, a swirl of 
warm tingles tickled her pussy, and she felt a stream of hot juice leak down 
the inside of one of her thighs. 

"Oh, Mark," she sighed, "I love you." 

At that moment, Hector, as if responding to Connie's voice, rose to his 
feet, stretched, and circled around behind Connie. A whimper came out of his 
throat, and he pressed his cool nose to Connie's upturned pussy, sniffing 
furiously. 

Connie jumped. 

Hector backed away. 

Connie peered at the big Doberman over her shoulder. His yellow eyes glared 
at her. For a moment, Connie shivered. She'd never seen Hector look so 
threatening. His huge black form-he looked bigger than her-blended into the 
darkness of the room. Only his blazing yellow eyes showed clearly. The 
dancing firelight played over his black fur, giving it a ghostly quality. 

"Hector," Connie said, "lie down now." 

The big dog cocked his ears, but instead of lying down, he strained forward, 
his nostrils flared. Connie realized that he was dying to sniff her ass. 

"Wha is it, boy? You like the smell of my ass?" 

Hector whimpered. 

Connie felt a kind of giddy excitement at the thought of Hector sniffing her 
ass. This wasn't the first time he'd tried to do it. He'd been trying to do 
it more and more over the past year, especially since the time almost a year 
ago that Connie's mother had died in a car crash. Hector had been acting 
strangely ever since Connie's mother had died. Hector had actually been more 
her mother's dog than anyone else's, and the dog seemed to show a genuine 
sense of loss since Betty's death. 

"OK, boy," Connie said, "sniff it if you want to." 

Hector stared at her, whimpering. 

"Come on, boy." Connie wiggled her ass. 

Hector let out a half-whine, half-yelp, and stepped forward, neck 
outstretched. 

Connie felt his breath on her bottom. His cold nose touched her slightly 
open cunt. Connie shivered at the touch. 

"How does it smell, boy? Pretty stinky-huh? 

But then, you always did like stinky smells." 

Hector sniffed up and down Connie's asscrack, then up and down her thighs. 
He licked his chops, whimpering. 

"What's the matter, boy?" Connie couldn't figure out why the big dog was 
whimpering. She was letting him do what he wanted, and still he was 
whimpering. 

He'd been doing a lot of that lately. Connie wondered if he was still 
lamenting the loss of her mother. Connie was about to turn around and to 
comfort him with a hug when she felt his huge wet tongue lap at her thigh 
near the knee. 

Connie giggled. "Hector, what on earth?" 

The dog was licking her leg as if it was her face. He was kissing her leg! 

"Hector, please!" His tongue tickled, and now it was fast traveling up the 
inner side of her thigh. 

The juice! Connie thought. He's licking up that juice that leaked out of me. 

The warm, floppy tongue swiped across her pussyslit. Suddenly, Hector was 
licking Connie's upturned pussy as if he wanted to scour off the little bush 
of kinky blond hair. 

Connie shrieked. "Hector, what are you trying to do? Eeeeek!" She couldn't 
help but to wiggle her ass crazily in response to the dog's wild 
cuntlicking. 

Hector growled. His sharp teeth nipped at the fat, inflamed pussylips. 

"Hector, behave yourself!" Connie shouted. The dog was going crazy. Connie 
had a sudden dread that he would bite right into her pussy. But, despite 
this dread, Connie was too excited to change her position. She arched her 
back, shoved her ass up higher, and let it wiggle. Her ass seemed to possess 
a mind of its own now. 

Hector panted now as he licked. His wet tongue went everywhere-up and down 
Connie's cuntslit, up and down her asscrack, up and down her inner thighs, 
and all over her round asscheeks. 

Connie herself was panting now. Those tingles she'd been feeling in her 
pussy so much lately suddenly rose up like a thousand ants and ran all 
through her cunt and asshole. 

"Ooooooh, Hector," she sighed, "what are you doing to me?" 

Hector's wet snout poked between her pussylips. 

"Eeeeeeh! Hector! Oh!" Connie's clit twitched. Suddenly she had the insane 
desire to feel Hector's snout right up her pussy. It surely wouldn't fit, 
but that didn't matter. Connie wanted to feel it inside her. 

Hector backed away from Connie and barked. 

Connie, her head woozy, peered back at him. "What is it, boy? Don't you 
wanna keep licking?" 

Hector's dripping tongue fluttered as he panted. He cocked his head. His 
yellow eyes seemed to be searching Connie for an indication of what he was 
to do next. He barked again. 

Connie laughed. "Silly dog." She wiggled her ass. She was up on all fours 
now. "Come on, Hector, lick me some more. It feels really good." 

Hector whined. For a moment he reared up on two legs like a horse. 

"Hector, you're a dog, not a horse," Connie said. "A dog. You know-woof, 
woof, woof!" 

As Connie mimicked a barking dog, Hector let out an excited yelp. In a 
second, he was on her, mounting her ass. His slippery, red prick popped out 
of its sheath and stabbed at Connie's cunt. The dog-prick was hot. 

Connie squealed. She fought to steady herself as the big Doberman wrapped 
his paws around her waist and humped with all his weight against her 
upturned pussy. 

"Hector!" Connie gasped. "Hector, don't! What are you trying to do?" 

Hector's naked dog-cock probed between Connie's pussylips. The hot 
animal-prick found the entrance to Connie's pussy, and suddenly it 
penetrated four inches up Connie's cunt. 

"Uhhhhhh! Hector! Nooooo!" Connie trembled all over. Never had she felt 
anything inside her pussy but her finger. And only once or twice had she 
ever even shoved her finger inside herself. 

Hector pistoned his slippery dog-cock in and out. His big wet tongue hung 
out as he fucked, and he drooled all over Connie's naked back. 

Tears rolled down Connie's cheeks. She was frightened. What was happening? 
Hector had never acted like this before. She was afraid to move, afraid that 
he'd pounce on her and bite her. As it was, the claws of his forepaws were 
gouging the tender flesh of her flanks. 

Hector howled. He hunched over Connie's ass, quickening the thrusts of his 
raw cock. 

Despite her fear, Connie couldn't help but laugh at Hector's sudden howl. 
And then, she couldn't help but laugh at what was happening. Hector had 
obviously lost his mind. She tried to imagine what she looked like there on 
her hands and knees with Hector up on her ass shoving the thing he used to 
pee out of in and out of her pussy. 

Hector let out a series of grunts and whines. One of his hind legs danced on 
Connie's calf. 

Connie squealed. This was crazy. But not only that-those tingles were 
returning to her cunt. As the tingles increased, rubbed into her pussy flesh 
by Hector's fucking cock, Connie felt her cunt begin to contract, as if it 
were sucking at the sliding dogprick. 

"Hector," Connie gasped, "that feels good. Keep doing it, boy. Keep 
jerking." 

Connie arched her back and wiggled her ass. This was beginning to feel 
really good. Connie's loins began to throb. The tips of her toes tingled, 
and her nipples tingled. 

As Connie's cunt contracted rhythmically around Hector's sliding cock, the 
big Doberman whimpered as if he were being whipped. He panted loudly, 
slobbering all over Connie's back and ass. 

"Ohhh, Hector," Connie moaned, "keep doing that to me! I've never felt 
anything so good." 

The more the big dog fucked Connie, the better her pussy felt, and the more 
she ached to be fucked. The sensations swirling through her loins increased 
in intensity until Connie nearly screamed-because the feelings were close to 
unbearable, nearly screamed because she wanted more, needed more. 

Connie gyrated her ass, screwing her cunt back and forth on Hector's 
dog-prick, rubbing her smooth asscheeks in circles against Hector's furry 
belly. 

"Do it!" Connie gasped. "Oh, Hector, do it!" 

The big dog's paws tightened around Connie's waist, his claws nearly 
puncturing Connie's tender flesh. He hunched forward, whining and 
slobbering. His jerking loins suddenly fucked with such speed that they 
seemed more to be vibrating than humping. 

"Hector!" Connie moaned. "Ohhhh, Hector!" 

Hector let out a sharp grunt. His slippery cock flexed. Hot streams of 
dog-cum shot up Connie's young cunt. 

Connie squealed. "Ohhh, Hector, don't pee inside me! Hector, what are 
you-uh, uh-oh!" Connie's loins burst into spasms. 

Connie had no idea what was happening. Her vision blurred. She panted 
uncontrollably. She shuddered from head to toes. She felt explosions going 
off in her cunt. She thought she was dying. 

"Uh, uh, uh, huh, ah!" Connie moaned. Her eyes rolled back into her skull. 
She clenched her toes and writhed. 

Hector squirted round after round of dog-jism up Connie's contracting cunt. 
As he shot, he whimpered. When he was done pumping, he let out a combination 
growl-whine and dismounted. 

Connie groaned as she felt his prick slip out of her. Her cunt still 
contracted with orgasm. She collapsed onto .her side, squeezed her legs 
together, and writhed out the last of her spasms. As she lay there, 
helplessly squirming with intense orgasmic sensations, Hector sniffed her 
cunt, sniffed the hole into which he'd shot his dog-cum. 

Connie collapsed on her back into the deep bearskin rug. Hector jumped up 
over Connie, nuzzling her pussy with his wet, black snout. 

"Hector," Connie panted, "what's come over you? What did you do to me? What 
happened?" 

Hector growled, trying to force his snout between her clamped thighs. His 
yellow eyes burned into her blonde cunthair. 

"Hector, what are you-" 

The big Doberman growled again, this time more seriously. 

Connie instinctively spread her legs apart-wide. 

Hector mashed his wet nose against her cunt. 

Grunting, as if he'd just been thrown a slab of steak, he shoved out his big 
tongue and lapped at Connie's well-fucked crotch. 

Connie stretched with the sensations Hector's tongue licked into her 
cuntflesh. Automatically, she forced her legs apart even wider. 

"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmmm, Hector, lick me." She eased her fingers down 
between her legs, hoping Hector wouldn't bite them off. Then she spread her 
cuntlips as wide apart as she could. She wanted Hector to taste as much of 
her pussy flesh as possible. 

Hector responded to her display of raw cunt by licking furiously. His wide, 
dripping tongue lapped with firm, long strokes, setting every raw fold of 
Connie's spread pussylips on fire. 

Connie began to wiggle her ass. Her loins humped upward in rhythm to 
Hector's licking. Her clit, naked, and standing straight up against Hector's 
hot tongue, waggled with pleasure. 

"Ooooooh, Hector," Connie moaned, "lick me. Lick my pussy." 

As Hector licked Connie's dripping crotch, his sharp teeth occasionally 
nicked Connie's pink cuntflesh. The little nips of Hector's teeth sent 
spears of sex-feeling shooting through Connie's loins. Connie writhed. All 
these new feelings she was suddenly experiencing made her want to jump out 
of her skin. Where had these feelings been all her life? 

Connie flexed and extended her feet. She humped, rotating her ass. She 
tossed her head from side to side. 

"Lick, Hector," she gasped. "Lick! Lick! Lick!" 

Hector growled, licking wildly. His huge, black head twisted from side to 
side. 

Connie felt those intense sensations beginning again-those sensations she'd 
felt when Hector's prick was shooting off inside her. She writhed, arching 
her back, rolling her eyes. 

"Ohhhh, Hector, it's happening again, ah!" Connie opened herself totally to 
the big dog's tongue, gave herself completely to the ecstatic feelings 
consuming her flesh. 

Orange firelight flickered across the room. Hector's hulking shadow danced 
on the walls and ceiling. Connie's loins crackled like the fireplace. At 
last, just as her father's pine log fell apart into a mass of pulsating 
embers, Connie collapsed backward into the soft bearskin rug. She was 
exhausted. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The signs on the outside of The Playhouse offered a sexual smorgasbord 
inside-something for every taste. Martin paid his five-dollar cover charge 
and entered through the one-way steel turnstile. His stomach felt queasy 
with anxiety. He'd never before gone into such a place. But, at age 
thirty-seven, with his wife dead almost a year, and life passing him by 
without offering him anything in the sexual department, he was forced to 
take desperate measures. 

The Playhouse, nearly half-a-block square, and laid out like an indoor mall, 
was dimly lit down its central corridor, giving Martin the feeling that he 
was walking at night along the main street of a bigcity sex-district. On 
each side of the corridor, flashing lights advertised what sexual feast 
awaited the customer inside each establishment. Leaning against the corridor 
walls, their faces hidden in the shadows, were women dressed in a variety of 
costumes. These women, their white teeth glinting in the flickering lights 
of the sex establishments, smiled at and nodded to the strolling Playhouse 
patrons. At times, patrons stopped to talk with the women, and sometimes a 
woman and a patron would disappear together through one of the private 
doorways that lined the corridor. 

Martin passed a few sexy young girls he liked, but he kept walking. He'd 
come back for one of them later if need be. Right now he was curious to see 
what went on inside the various clubs. 

The loud music blasting over loudspeakers gave the corridor a 
carnival-midway atmosphere. The noise swept away Martin's inhibitions. He 
could hardly hear himself think. 

A poster showing a cute blonde girl caught Martin's eye. "Watch Mimi spread 
it!" the poster announced. The girl in the picture resembled Martin's own 
young daughter, Connie. Strangely enticed by the resemblance, Martin paid 
the doorman his dollar and went inside. 

The room Martin entered was small, and almost dark. Martin seated himself in 
the third row of folding chairs, and focused his eyes on the small wooden 
stage. About ten or fifteen other men were already seated in the room. 

Up on the stage sat Mimi, a small, teenage girl with long, blonde hair that 
hung to her ass. She sat under a weak spotlight, in full-split position, 
displaying her open cunt. 

"Who wants to sniff it?" Mimi asked, smiling seductively. "It's wet inside, 
because you guys turn me on." 

The crowd of men murmured, each man muttering to himself. 

"Come on, you guys," Mimi said, "don't be shy. For one dollar you can sniff 
it for one full minute." She shoved a finger up her cunt, withdrew it, and 
sniffed it. "Mmmmmm, guys, you oughta smell it. Pussy! Real pussy!" 

One of the men in the row in front of Martin leapt up and nearly broke his 
neck stumbling over one of the metal folding chairs between himself and 
Mimi. He fell on his knees at the foot of the stage and shoved a bill into 
Mimi's hand. Mimi wrapped her fingers in his hair and held his head far 
enough away to keep his nose from touching her cunt. 

The crowd tittered as the man sniffed at the young girl's cunt. While he 
sniffed, his arm jerked. He was shamelessly beating off right there in front 
of the crowd. Within seconds, his body shuddered, and he shot his cum 
against the black-painted plywood that formed the base of the stage. 

Mimi pushed the man away. "Thank you, sir," she said. "Who's next?" 

While Mimi shifted her position slightly, the man who had beat off, zipped 
up his pants and charged, red-faced, out of the room. 

"Come on, guys," Mimi said. "I need the bread. Anybody wanna lick my pussy. 
One dollar for one lick. Best price in town." She stretched her cuntlips 
wide with her fingers. Her pink cunt glistened. 

Another man made his way to the foot of the stage and dropped to his knees 
in front of her. He shoved a handful of bills into her hand. 

Mimi counted them. "Congratulations, stud," she said. "You get seven licks 
at Mimi's hot, dripping little pussy." 

The man groaned and plunged his face into Mimi's crotch, making one slow 
lick. 

"Mmmmmm!" Mimi cooed. "Feels real good. Six more licks, honey." 

The man groaned, and licked again. Mimi cooed, wiggling as if excited. 

The man licked again, now beating his cock as he licked. 

With each lick, Mimi cooed, squirmed, and made some comment about how good 
she felt. With each lick, the man beat his cock faster. With each lick, the 
crowd groaned. Sexual tension mounted in the room. 

"Six," Mimi gasped. "One more lick, honey, and you're gonna make me come." 

The man slurped. His cum splattered against the base of the stage. Mimi 
rolled her blue eyes, squealing. 

"Mmmmmmm! Oh! Oooooooh! I'm coming!" she gasped. "Honey, you made me come." 
She fell backwards onto the stage, kicking her legs in the air and writhing. 

When the cunt-licker finished shooting, he jumped up and slipped out of the 
room, his head hung in embarrassment. White gobs of his cum rolled down the 
black base of the stage, mingling with the cum of countless other men, and 
adding to the encrustations of dried cum already cemented to the plywood. 

Mimi jumped to her feet. She fanned her face with her hand. "Oooh," she 
said, "that man really knows how to get a girl hot." She leaned over and 
dropped the bills he had given her into a slot in the floor of the stage. 

As Martin watched more of Mimi's antics, his prick got harder and harder. 
Pre-cum bubbled out, and he was afraid that soon his pants would look as if 
he had wet them. Martin couldn't get over the uncanny resemblance between 
Mimi and his own daughter, Connie. It was probably the waist-length blonde 
hair they both had. 

Mimi did more than sit in a full-split position and offer men a sniff or a 
lick at her cunt. She performed gymnastic stunts-handstands, cartwheels, 
flips. She hung from an overhead bar and jackknifed her legs, giving the men 
a beautiful view of her cunt and asshole. And all the while she performed, 
her cunt continued to drool. Streams of pussyjuice ran like tears down her 
inner thighs. 

Men entered and left the room. Men continued to sniff and lick Mimi's pussy. 
Some of the men jacked off. Others were content to do no more than sniff. In 
the hour that Martin sat watching Mimi, all the while becoming more and more 
obsessed with the idea of fucking her, Mimi writhed countless times with 
orgasm. Mimi's orgasms had to be an act, Martin thought. But then, they 
looked so realistic that he couldn't be sure. 

"Ten minute intermission," Mimi announced. "Twiddle with your cocks while I 
take a break. I'll be back soon." She stepped through a door behind the 
stage and was gone. 

The ten or so men in the audience shifted about, some of the muttering to 
themselves or to each other. One man stood up and left. Another left. Then 
another. Before Mimi returned to the stage, Martin was the only patron left 
waiting for her. 

Mimi bounced out onto the stage, smiling, and immediately sank down into a 
full split. 

"Well, handsome," she said, "it looks like it's just you and me here-all 
alone. Come on up closer, honey." 

Martin, flushed with heat, stumbled out of his third row of seats and took a 
seat directly in front of Mimi. Tongue-tied, he smiled at her with what he 
was sure was a foolish, giddy expression. 

"Well, honey," Mimi said, "do you like what you see?" She reached between 
her legs and spread her pussylips wide. A few drops of juice trickled out 
onto the stage. 

"I sure do," Martin said, trying to sound enthusiastic, yet in control of 
himself. The truth was that he was shaking so hard he thought he might fall 
out of his chair. It had been almost a year since he'd been this close to a 
naked cunt, and this naked cunt was one of the most exciting he'd ever seen. 

"Good," said Mimi, "I like to please my customers-in whatever way they'd 
like to be pleased." 

Martin panted. He consciously held his tongue inside his mouth, afraid it 
would fall out and hang dripping like a dog's. 

"You know, handsome-by the way, what is your name?" 

"Martin." 

"You know, Martin, I get off work in another ten minutes-Claudia works this 
stage from nine to midnight-and I have a cozy little room backstage, if 
you'd like to share it with me. It's such a warm little love-nest. And on 
such a cold, rainy night, I'm sure you'd appreciate it. How about it, 
Martin? One hour for fifty bucks-best deal in town." 

"I don't know," Martin said, "I've never paid before." 

Mimi brought her legs together and slid off the stage. She stood in front of 
Martin, squatting slightly to spread her legs. 

"Lick me, honey," she said. "A free lick, on the house. Kind of a sample of 
what you'll be getting." 

She cradled Martin's head in her hands and guided his face up to her open 
crotch. His nose touched her hot pussyflesh. He shoved out his tongue and 
licked. 

Mimi groaned, wiggling her sexy ass. 

Martin almost came in his pants. He had to have her. 

Mimi's room was a tiny cubicle located down a maze of dark hallways along 
which wandered men and women on their way to and from similar cubicles. Mimi 
flicked on an overhead red light and locked the door. Half the room was 
occupied by a small bed covered only by a white sheet. The white sheet and 
the walls of the room took on a red glow under the light, giving the 
already-warm room an added coziness. 

Mimi turned to Martin and wrapped her arms around him. Their mouths met in a 
deep kiss while Martin ran his hands up and down Mimi's hot, slim body. The 
young girl's flesh quivered with life under his hands. He cupped her 
asscheeks and lifted her off the ground. She was light. He could handle her 
like a doll. 

Mimi bit Martin's nose. "Mmm, stud," she said, "take off your clothes and 
let's fuck. I can feel your prick pressing against me, and I can tell it's a 
big one. I just love big ones." 

Mimi slid out of Martin's arms and helped him peel off his clothes. The 
moment he was naked, Mimi dropped to her knees in front of Martin. 

"I was right," she said, drawing her fingernails lightly down the sides of 
his cock, "it is a big one. Mmm, at least eight inches. I know-I've seen 
thousands of cocks." She dragged her fingernails over his balls. 

The young girl turned her pretty face up towards him, licking her lips. "How 
old are you?" Martin asked her. 

"Why?" 

"Just curious. What are you doing working here?" 

"Extra money. And, besides, I enjoy it. I love men." 

Martin caressed her head, thinking of his own daughter, Connie. He wondered 
if Connie had the same drives inside her as Mimi. "Did you drop out of 
school?" he asked. 

Mimi chuckled. "So many questions. No, I'm still in high school. And I'll be 
going to college. And I'll be in the next Olympics as a gymnast. I just 
missed making the team last year-not that it mattered, since we didn't go to 
the Olympics anyway." 

"You're serious!" Martin said. 

"Of course, honey. Keep your eye on your TV. I'll wave to you from the 
national championships." She grabbed his stiff cock in her two hands and 
bent it down to her lips. "Mmmmmm, let me at this hunk of meat!" Her warm 
mouth engulfed Martin's cockhead. 

Martin wanted to jump out of his skin. Not since his wife, Betty, was alive 
had he felt a mouth wrapped around his cock. 

"Nice," Martin said. "Nice. Suck it." 

Mimi bobbed her head, slipping her soft, wet, young mouth up and down over 
Martin's prick. As she fucked her head up and down, she sucked, and as she 
sucked, she slithered her tongue all up and down the shaft, and around the 
head. 

Sex-feelings shot through Martin's cock. The little gymnast knew how to 
suck. One second she was kissing the tip of the head, wriggling her tongue 
into the piss-slit, and the next second she was manipulating his cockhead 
with the muscles of her throat. 

Martin rose up and down on his toes. He felt like dancing. "Suck my prick," 
he muttered. "Suck me off." 

The little nympho responded to his words with a flourish of tongue movements 
against the sensitive underside of his cockhead. Martin gazed at the girl's 
bobbing blonde head, at the hair swaying all the way to her wiggling little 
ass. Her hot, little tits rubbed against his thighs. Her mouth was stretched 
so wide over his thick cock that it looked as if she were about to dislocate 
her jaws. These sights, together with the deft sucking of her hot, young 
mouth, uncoiled the hot ropes of cum in Martin's loins. 

"Oh, man!" he gasped. "I'm gonna come!" 

Mimi cooed. Her tongue churned against the underside of Martin's swelling 
cockhead. 

Martin's body tensed. His loins humped with the hot feelings shooting 
through his cock. He felt his cum zing through his long cock and explode 
into Mimi's mouth. 

"Ah!" he gasped. "Uh, uh, ah!" 

Mimi choked. Her mouth and tongue and throat worked frantically, sucking the 
cum from Martin's throbbing prick. 

Martin banged his loins against Mimi's face. He couldn't help himself. His 
feelings had taken over, his orgasm controlled his movements. 

"Suck!" he moaned. "Swallow my jizz!" 

He tensed up and groaned, releasing one blast after another of hot man-cum 
down Mimi's throat. With each spurt he released, Martin slumped forward, his 
eyes rolling with the hot feelings of orgasm. 

When it was over, Martin sank down onto the bed behind him, relaxing in 
bliss. Mimi remained on her knees in front of him, licking her lips. 

"Mmmm!" she said. "You taste good. Real sweet cum for a man. Most guys your 
age taste stronger and saltier. Your cum tastes more like a boy's-more like 
honey." 

Martin laughed. He collapsed back onto the mattress. He felt relieved of an 
enormous load of tension. Life was good. Over these last few frustrating 
months, he'd begun to wonder whether life was worth living anymore. 

Mimi leapt to her feet. She sprang onto the bed and straddled Martin's face. 
She mashed her wideopen crotch against his lips. 

"Eat me, now," she gasped. "Suck my hot pussy!" 

Hot pussy was right-and wet! Her pussy felt like slices of steaming, 
slippery, raw liver against Martin's lips. His nose nestled in the entrance 
of her sex-chamber. He was smothering, yet smothering in one of the most 
exciting ways he could imagine. The scent of Mimi's teenage crotch made 
Martin's spent cock snap up straight as a ramrod. As if his orgasm of 
moments ago had never happened, he was ready to come again. 

Martin shoved his tongue up Mimi's crotch. Pussyjuice burst into his mouth, 
and he swallowed it hungrily, sucking hard at the soft cuntflesh, trying to 
squeeze out more juice. Mimi's pussy oozed the sweetest, most exciting juice 
Martin had ever tasted, and he wanted all he could get. Her cunt juice was 
like a rare wine. It's smell made him dizzy. 

Above Martin, Mimi wriggled like a dancing girl. Her pink-capped tits 
jiggled. Her long hair swayed, curling now around one smooth flank, now 
around the other. 

"Eat me!" Mimi gasped. "Lick me out! Make me come!" 

Martin wriggled his tongue in and out of Mimi's cunt. He found her stiff, 
little clit and polished it mercilessly, making it squirm and quiver, making 
Mimi squeal. 

"Eeh! Eeh! Martin, ooooh! I'm gonna come!" 

Martin bit into her clit. 

"Oh!" Mimi whined. "I'm coming!" Her young body jerked as if Martin's teeth 
were zapping her clit with electrical charges. As she spasmed, warm 
pussyjuice washed over Martin's mouth and rolled down his cheeks. 

Mimi humped, coming. Martin gnawed her crotch, sucking up her hot juice. 

The moment Mimi stopped jerking, Martin knocked her backwards onto the 
mattress. His cock was so stiff that he could feel the shaftskin about to 
split and the head about to explode. His balls ached. He had to fuck 
her-now! 

Mimi, her eyes still glazed from her orgasm, lay like a limp ragdoll in 
front of Martin as he descended upon her, his stiff prick flexing crazily. 
Martin braced his hands under her knees and forced her thighs backwards and 
wide. Her pussy, still bubbling cunt juice down over her asscrack, gaped 
wide-open as Martin jackknifed her legs against her tits. 

"Fuck me," Mimi muttered as if drugged. "Shove it in me. I want it." 

Keeping his hands braced under Mimi's knees, Martin humped his cock at her 
cunt. The big, flexing cock, writhed against the pink wetness of Mimi's 
spread cunt. Martin's prick was so excited that he couldn't control it long 
enough to get it inside Mimi's crotch. 

Mimi didn't help. She squirmed all over the mattress, tossing her head from 
side to side, gibbering out of her mind. "Shove it in! Shove it in! Fuck me! 
Fuck me!" 

"Damn it!" Martin gasped. "Hold still!" 

For a split second, Mimi became immobile, holding her breath. Martin's 
cockhead, with a random stab, hooked the inside edge of her open cunt. 
Martin lunged. His cock slipped straight up her cunt. His balls banged 
against her upturned ass. 

"Oooooh!" Mimi sighed. 

"Ah!" Martin cried. "Jeez!" The feel of Mimi's hot, sucking, slippery cunt 
walls engulfing his cock as he penetrated her was the best sensation Martin 
had experienced since the days he'd fucked his wife. 

Mimi squirmed again. She humped upward. She cradled Martin's face between 
her bare feet. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me!" 

Martin humped. His spine flexed and extended. His loins bounced up and down. 
His cock slipped in and out. 

Mimi's cunt devoured his cock, sucking at it desperately as he pulled it out 
until only the head remained between her pussylips, engulfing it totally as 
he sank down. He fucked so deeply that he thought his balls would be 
swallowed up by Mimi's voracious cunt. 

"Feels-so-good!" Martin grunted. "Oh, Jesus, pussy!" 

"Cock!" Mimi gasped. "Hot cock! Fuck me! Oh! Uh!" 

Martin slammed her. His heavy balls flogged her ass. Both he and Mimi cried 
out, whimpering. 

Mimi rolled Martin's flushed face between her bare feet. Martin twisted his 
head from side to side, licking her feet, sucking her hot toes. 

"Cream me!" Mimi gibbered. "Cream me now-before I come!" 

Martin chewed on four of Mimi's toes simultaneously. The feelings shooting 
through his cock and up his spine were next to unbearable. He humped, 
gyrating his ass, dizzy with lust. 

"Uh!" he grunted. "Uh! Uh! Fuck!" 

"Shoot it!" Mimi gasped. "Now! Let it-aw!" Mimi's cunt exploded. Martin 
could feel the orgasmic vibrations shoot through Mimi's toes. 

"Ah! Ah! Ohhhhh!" Mimi whined. "Fuck me! 

Shoot!" 

Martin sliced powerfully through the bloated, contracting folds of Mimi's 
spasming cunt. He clamped her quivering toes between his teeth and darted 
his tongue back and forth between them as they clutched with pleasure. 

Martin's balls swelled. He felt swirling tingles in the pit of his asshole. 
His cock throbbed, ready to explode out of its skin. 

"Eeh!" he whined, gnawing at Mimi's toes. "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Eeh!" His 
loins spasmed. His hot jism jetted through the length of his bucking cock 
and burst into the depths of Mimi's clutching, spasming cunt. 

Mimi's eyes rolled back until only the glazedover whites showed. Her hot, 
little ass twitched, jerking with each powerful spear of hot jism into her 
pussy. 

Martin snapped back his head and groaned. He pinned Mimi with all his weight 
and fucked her as hard as he could. Each time he rammed his cock up Mimi's 
tightly contracting cunt, he spurted into her, feeling the sensations right 
down to his toes. 

"Ah!" he wailed, nearly laughing with the pleasure. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" He hadn't 
felt this good in so long. He hadn't felt like this since the days when 
Betty was alive, her hot cunt wrapped around his cock, sucking the jism out 
of his loins. 

Mimi's body shuddered beneath him, sucking his cock, receiving his jism. The 
red light of the room made her delicious flesh blush like a rose. As her 
orgasm subsided, she cooed. 

"Oh, daddy, you were good! Oh, daddy, you're a real fucker! Ohhhh, daddy, 
let's do it again!" She nodded her head from side to side like a wound-up 
doll. 

Martin, his cock spent, but still hard, began his in-and-out slicing 
movements again. Within seconds, his numb cock prickled once more with the 
incomparable feelings of fucking a hot, tight, juicy cunt. 

But this time, as Martin fucked, he saw no more the body of Mimi, the little 
gymnast, pinned beneath his heaving frame. Instead, he saw only the pretty 
face and sexy body of Connie, his own daughter. 

I want you, Connie, he thought. I want your body! And, with each thrust, he 
grew more confident that he would have her. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Doreen watched Kurt and Randy disappear over the crest of a distant green 
meadow. The two boys were over a half-mile away, and they looked like dark 
stick figures as they sank slowly behind the hill. From her perch up in the 
hayloft of the barn, Doreen could see an endless series of grassy green 
hills rolling toward the blue horizon. Here and there, like dark measles on 
the green, she could make out herds of cows and cattle from neighboring 
farms. Doreen enjoyed this view more than any other on the farm. Each time 
she stood in the open doorway of her hayloft, thirty feet above the barn 
yard below, she felt like the queen of all the lands as far as her eyes 
could see. 

She was isolated out here, alone except for her son, Kurt, their dog, Sam, 
and the other farm animals. At times she became so lonely that she vowed to 
sell the farm and move to the city-the bigger the better. But most of the 
time she was quite content with what she had-fresh air, privacy, freedom, 
and a beautiful young son. 

Satisfied that she was completely alone, except for Sam, her faithful 
companion, Doreen pulled off her lavender blouse and let it drop to the 
strawstrewn floor of the loft. The sunshine caressed her bare tits, radiant 
little tongues of it flicking across her nipples. The day was warm, the 
warmest day of the spring thus far. Only a week ago, patches of snow still 
peppered the landscape. Only last night, sleet scoured the house, and the 
old oak that stood guard over the yard groaned as if it feared winter had 
returned. But today, as if by magic, the sun had warmed the fragrant spring 
air to seventy degrees-and it was still only mid-morning. 

Doreen wiggled her bare toes in the straw. Her bare feet were a constant 
reminder of her freedom. She only wore shoes out of necessity, and she never 
wore a bra. If she lived in the city, she'd have to wear shoes. And, if she 
had a conventional city job-an office job, for example-she'd surely be 
required to wear a bra. But not out here. Out here she could wear, or not 
wear, whatever she wanted. 

Out here, with the ten A.M. sunshine: pouring golden into the hayloft, she 
could pull off every stitch of her clothing and dance like a goddess, if she 
wanted to. And she wanted to. So, she peeled off her jeans and panties, cast 
them aside, and improvised a dance to the sun. 

She arched her back, lifting her tits high, letting her head fall backward. 
Her shoulder-length hair, sandy brown, tickled her naked upper back. She 
lunged, made wide circles with her arms, leapt, pirouetted. All the while 
she danced, the gray eyes of Sam followed her. Sam, the big pointer, his fur 
a dirty-white with beige splotches, sat on his haunches and watched his 
mistress dance as he had done countless times since he was a puppy. As he 
watched, his tongue dangling from his chops, the expectant dog's fur 
bristled, and his long red prick stood out against his belly and quivered. 
Sam knew what he'd soon be getting. 

Sam and Doreen were lovers. They had been for five years now, ever since 
Doreen's husband had divorced her to return to life in the big city. Jake, 
her husband for eleven years, and Kurt's father, had been raised a city-boy, 
and, after eleven years of complaining about the hardships and deprivations 
of farm life, had decided that Doreen, Kurt, and the farm could go to hell. 
He wanted his freedom, and he got it-Doreen gave him no resistance during 
the divorce proceedings. He never knew how to satisfy a horny pussy, anyway, 
Doreen told herself every time she felt nostalgic regarding Jake. 

And where Jake had failed, Sam succeeded. From the day Sam was big enough to 
start humping, Doreen had trained him just how to satisfy a horny woman's 
pussy. And Sam was such a hot lover that Doreen had felt no need to seek out 
any other man in all these years-not that she hadn't been tempted by Kurt, 
and by his friend, Randy. 

Kurt was a hot young stud. Doreen couldn't deny that. With his turned-up 
nose, his sandy pageboy hair, his deep-brown eyes, his long willowy body, he 
combined a boyish handsomeness with a cuteness and innocence that made 
Doreen want to eat him up. She couldn't keep her hands off him, and she 
didn't try to. Kurt was the most hugged and kissed kid around. But she knew 
when to let go. Whenever she felt the boy's muscles begin to quiver, when 
she felt the heat flush through his face, when she heard him begin to pant, 
when she felt his prick begin to harden against her-Doreen would push Kurt 
away as if he had some disease. As much as Doreen longed to make love to her 
son, something deep inside her-the vestige of a religious upbringing 
perhaps-made her recoil and flee whenever the opportunity arose. 

So, Doreen was left with Sam-always faithful Sam. His prick was nowhere near 
as large as a man's. He lacked the smooth, warm skin of a man. Doreen 
couldn't sit on his cock and ride him as she could if he were a man. But, he 
was always there, he was always horny, and he let Doreen run the show. 

Doreen wiggled up to Sam and let him sniff her cunt. The big dog groaned. 
Doreen leaned forward to see his red cock twitching and squirming in the 
sunlight. A few drops of piss or pre-cum dripped from its tip. 

Doreen squatted, letting Sam lick her face. She opened her mouth, letting 
Sam's long, dripping tongue slide down into her throat. The dog licked out 
her mouth, and Doreen's pussy started to run. The tactile sensations of 
Sam's tongue against the sensitive tissues of her mouth and throat caused 
her pussy to tingle and pulsate. 

"Good boy," Doreen said. She kissed Sam on the snout. "Wait here, darling, 
while I make our bed." 

Sam remained obediently sitting while Doreen dragged a brown bale of hay 
into the shaft of warm sunshine in front of the loft door. Doreen lay down 
along the length of the bale, and spread her legs wide, letting the sunshine 
and breeze bathe her open pussy, massaging her bare soles on the 
straw-padded floor. 

She stretched, enjoying every sensuous movement she made. She glanced over 
at Sam. The big dog was tense, ready to spring. His shiny, red prick 
wiggled. 

"OK, darling," she called. "Lick! Lick!" 

Sam planted himself between Doreen's legs before she could blink. Instantly, 
his tongue slithered up and down between her wet pussylips. The big dog 
licked her asshole, nuzzled her ass, and lapped hard at her open pussy. 

Doreen arched her back, humping spontaneously. "Oh, yes, Sam," she cooed, 
"lick me. Feels so good!" 

Doreen wriggled. The feel of Sam's tongue filing against her clit made her 
want to scream-so she did, letting herself go. 

Doreen's scream made Sam attack her cunt with renewed vigor. His long tongue 
probed the entrance of her cunt. He buried his cool, wet snout between her 
pussylips. All at once, he snaked his tongue up her pussy. 

"Eeeeh!" Doreen squealed. "Oh, Sam, honey, eat me out. Lick me all over 
inside. Eeeh!" 

Doreen kicked her legs up and held them apart at the knees with her hands. 
She wanted to spread her legs as wide as possible. She wanted to feel Sam's 
tongue licking the pit of her cunt. 

"Oh, Sam," she gasped, "shove your snout in me. Fuck me with that big, long 
nose of yours." 

Despite Doreen's plea, Sam kept licking. She hadn't been able to train him 
to shove his snout up her cunt. Although she'd often taken hold of his head 
and tried to force his snout up her cunt, had tried to force him to 
snout-fuck her, the big dog had always resisted, perhaps out of 
self-preservation instinct. He seemed to realize that he could smother 
inside her. 

Sam slurped and munched at Doreen's pussy, occasionally nipping her fat, 
hairy cuntlips with his teeth. When Sam nipped her, Doreen imagined that the 
big dog was eating her alive. 

"Mmmmmm, yes," Doreen muttered, "eat me, darling. Chew up my pussy. Make me 
come." 

When Sam heard the key-word come, he growled, twisting his head from side to 
side. He caught some of Doreen's kinky cunt hairs in his teeth, and he 
tugged, stretching out Doreen's elastic pussylips. His mouth opened wide and 
he chewed into Doreen's crotch as if he-were gnawing a bone, growling all 
the while, but gnawing gently enough to avoid hurting his mistress. 

"Yes," Doreen gibbered, "yes, yes, yes!" She squirmed on the hay bale, 
tossing her head madly from side to side. 

Sam growled, nipping and gnawing and lapping. 

"Make me come, Sam," Doreen gasped, "make me come!" 

Sam whined. His wild assault on Doreen's cunt increased. 

"Oh," Doreen gasped, "oh, uh, oh!" She bucked her ass, no longer in control 
of her movements. Her entire bottom felt like one big raw throbbing hunk of 
burning pussyflesh. 

"Coming, Sam!" she cried. "I'm coming! Oh!" Her orgasm hit. Tingles shot 
through her loins and up her spine. All the muscles of her body throbbed 
with pleasure. 

Sam made long, firm swipes with his tongue all up and down her quivering 
pussy and asscrack. 

"Lick me, Sam," Doreen whimpered. "Eeh!" 

When her orgasm subsided, Doreen relaxed, panting, conscious only of the mad 
hammering of her heart. For a few moments, her mind went blank. Then she 
realized that the golden sunshine was streaming down on her like a 
waterfall, and she saw Sam at attention between her legs, his ears cocked 
for the next cue-the one he'd so patiently awaited. 

"Sam," she said, "sweet darling boy. Good dog. You want your reward, don't 
you? OK, boy, come and get it. Fuck, Sam! Fuck!" 

With a yelp, Sam sprang forward, wrapping his paws around Doreen's waist. 
Doreen slid forward to give Sam an ideal shot at her cunt. Sam's hot, wet 
dog-prick found Doreen's cunt immediately, probing between the lips like a 
snake at its hole. Sam grunted, and his long prick slipped inside Doreen's 
cunt. 

"Mmmmmm!" Doreen sighed. "Beautiful!" Sam's prick was always so hot and 
slippery. And it glowed such an exciting red. Doreen could visualize the 
glowing, red poker slipping crazily against the soft folds of her inner 
cunt. 

Doreen grabbed Sam's warm paws. His thick paw-pads pressed into her palms. 
She gazed up at his flapping pink tongue, watching his hot saliva shower 
down on her like rain. His gray eyes had reddened. They rolled with lust. 
Between her legs, his loins humped furiously. 

"Yes, Sam, yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Each time Doreen said the word fuck, Sam let out a combination growl-whine, 
and made a few off-tempo thrusts at her pussy. Then he settled back into his 
own high-speed rhythm, and humped away at Doreen until her cunt sizzled. 

Sam's twitching dog-prick pistoned in-out. Although Doreen had fucked both 
men and boys as a teenager, and had experienced a variety of cocks and 
humping rhythms, none could compare with Sam for sheer speed of humping. 
Sam's loins were a machine. He fucked so fast that his prick became a blur. 

Doreen wriggled, trying to increase the flesh-toflesh contact between Sam's 
humming prick and her own clit. She wanted to come again, but she knew that 
unless she worked fast to bring herself off, Sam would shoot off and pull 
out before she got the chance. She tilted her pelvis to the best possible 
angle for clit-stimulation, then churned her ass, forcing Sam's prick to 
file her clit. 

"Oh, oooooh, ah!" Within seconds her loins pulsated. 

Sam slobbered, whimpering. He was getting close. His loins not only pistoned 
now, they rotated, corkscrewing his sizzling cock. 

Doreen let go of his paws, letting them wrap around her sides once more. As 
the hot paw-pads pressed into her waist, Doreen reached up and rolled her 
big, red nipples with her fingers. Instantly, tingles shot through her tits. 
Her cunt contracted. A shower of tingles drilled through her clit and filled 
her loins. 

"Oh, Sam," she gasped. "I'm coming!" As she shuddered with orgasm, Sam began 
squirting his hot dog-jism up her cunt. 

Sam howled, humping his furry loins and pumping his thin jism. His skinny 
dog-prick wriggled like a finger inside Doreen as it shot. His forceful 
spurts drilled the pulsating walls of Doreen's cunt chamber, intensifying 
the grating sensations of her orgasm. 

"Shoot it, Sam!" Doreen gasped. "Fill me up, you big hairy lover!" 

When Sam had shot his last, and was about to pull out, Doreen wrapped her 
arms around him and pulled his panting body down on top of her. She kissed 
him all over his chops while he lapped at her face. At last, Sam's prick 
slipped out of Doreen like a warm worm, and Doreen slumped back, satisfied. 

As golden showers of sunshine streamed down upon Doreen from above, Sam, 
lifting his leg, sprayed a golden shower of dog-piss all over Doreen's open 
cunt. Doreen sighed. Icing on the cunt, she thought. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Hill Creek, which started in a bubbling spring halfway to the top of two 
round hills, splashed down the gully it had created sometime in the 
unrecorded past, and formed a natural boundary between the two hills-and 
between the Page farm and the Ritter farm. One of the two hills belonged to 
the Pages, the other, to the Ritters, as they had for over one hundred 
years. On a sunny day in the spring, over one hundred years ago, Kurt's 
Great-grandfather Page, and Randy's Great-grandfather Ritter, had stood atop 
the valley between the hills, just above the spring, and had agreed that 
Hill Creek should be the dividing line between their farms. And, not wishing 
to run a barbed-wire fence down the center of the creek, and through the 
natural pond near the bottom of the hills, they agreed that the two grassy 
hills would be common grazing ground for both men's herds of animals-cattle, 
sheep, goats, dairy cows, horses. In over one hundred years, and three 
generations later, a dispute over grazing rights had never arisen between 
the two families. Although their farms were separated by two miles, the 
Pages and the Ritters were close, and the families' present upcoming young 
sons, Kurt and Randy, had been constant companions since early childhood. 
From the days they had learned to walk, either Kurt or Randy would daily 
glide over the hilly two miles of open pasture to spend the day with his 
buddy. Both boys ran as gracefully and effortlessly as antelope. 

The sandy bottom of Hill Creek Pond, though six feet below the surface, 
glittered in the morning sunshine. The water was icy and pure, more 
drinkable than city tap water. 

Kurt and Randy, pleasantly fatigued after their early-morning chores, 
relaxed on the lush spring grass, absorbing the warm rays of sunshine. Both 
boys were naked, and reclined back on their elbows, watching an occasional 
breeze nip the surface of the pond. Outdoor nudity was nothing new for them. 
They never wore shoes, wore shirts only when necessary, and wore jeans only 
within sight of their houses. But, after a long winter, during which they'd 
been forced to bind their bodies with heavy clothing, the experiences of 
being free and naked again under the sunshine gave the sensation of newness, 
and both boys were giddy. 

The boys had picked dandelions and had decorated their feet with the yellow 
blossoms, holding the bright flowers between their toes. Randy had shoved a 
blossom into his thick, pageboy-style hair, and Kurt had done the same in 
imitation. The two boys, had their hair not been of different shades-Kurt's, 
sandy-brown, and Randy's, dark-brown-could have passed for twins. Both were 
teenagers, five-and-a-half feet tall, and skinny. Both boys had identical 
seven-inch pricks, which, for the last three or four years, were nearly 
always hard. 

Kurt watched his own prick twitch in the sunshine. The warm head beat 
against his navel. Then he watched Randy's prick. "Our pricks are beating 
with the same rhythm," Kurt said. 

Randy watched their pricks twitch. "Hey, yeah! I wonder why." 

"Our hearts are beating the same speed," Kurt said. "That's what's making 
them twitch-the pulse." 

Using his loin muscles, Randy flexed his prick, making it stand nearly 
vertical, then whack down against his belly. 

Kurt laughed, and flexed his own prick. 

Randy flexed his prick again, and suddenly the two boys were flexing their 
hard pricks in unison, making them slap simultaneously against their flat 
bellies. After a minute, they stopped their prick wiggling. They laughed, 
rolling on the grass. 

"Crazy!" Kurt said. 

"I wonder what a girl would say if she saw us doing that?" Randy asked. 

"She'd get all excited and wanna fuck." 

"Jeez!" Randy said, sighing. "And then what would we do?" 

"We'd shove our pricks up her cunt and fuck her," Kurt said. 

"You're sure a girl's got a cunt like a goat or a cow?" Randy asked. 

"Sure," Kurt said. "She's got a slit, just like a goat or a cow, only she's 
probably tighter." 

Randy stroked his cock. "Jeez! But how come you can fuck a girl from the 
front? You can't do that to a cow." 

"Because a girl's cunt is down more between the legs. When she lays on her 
back, you can fuck her from the front-you know, rub against her tits and 
all. And when she gets up on all fours, like a goat, you can get at her from 
behind." 

"Oh, Jesus, wow!" Randy said. Pre-cum bubbled down over his knuckles as he 
pumped on his cock. 

"A girl's cunt gets all hot and juicy when you fuck it," said Kurt. 

"Far out," Randy said, his hard-on throbbing and pulsing. 

Kurt laughed. "I'm getting all horny just talking about it." 

"I think I better cool off before I shoot my load right now," Randy said. 

With that he went running into the freezing pond. Kurt followed behind him. 
Both boys screamed as they hit the water and quickly jumped out again onto 
the grass, panting and laughing. 

"Goddamn," Kurt said, pointing at the water, "we lost our dandelions." The 
yellow blossoms bobbed on the surface. 

"We almost froze our nuts off, too," Randy said. 

"My prick didn't cool off none, though," Kurt said. "It's still as hot and 
hard as a fireplace poker." 

"Same here," said Randy. "Why don't we jerk off?" 

"I already jerked off three times this morning." Kurt twanged his stiff 
cock. "It didn't do a bit of good." 

"I did it four times," Randy said. "What we need is some cunt." 

"I think there's some she-goats right over the hill. And there's cows down 
there," Kurt said, pointing to the grove of trees at the bottom of the 
valley. "They all got hot cunts." 

Randy shook his head. "I'm sick of fucking goats and cows. Shit, we've been 
fucking goats and cows and our hands all our lives. We're grown now. We're 
men. We need women." 

"Just hold off until tomorrow, then," said Kurt. "Connie will be here, and 
we'll get her to let us fuck her. I know we can. Shit, last year at my 
aunt's funeral, she was making eyes at me. If I could of got her alone, I 
would've fucked her." 

"Jeez!" Randy said, pumping his cock again. "You think she'll let us fuck 
her everyday?" 

"Sure," said Kurt. "She's hot. Blonde hair down to her waist. Blue eyes that 
she's always flirting with. Pointed tits. And, when she walks, she's always 
wiggling her ass." 

"God!" Randy said. "You're gonna make me come." 

Kurt pumped his own cock. "I'm gonna make myself come." 

"You ever feel like fucking your mom?" Randy asked suddenly. He blushed, 
looking at the pond. 

Kurt frowned. "Why, do you?" 

"Yeah," said Randy. "I mean, I feel like fucking your mom a lot-not my mom. 
Shit, my mom is almost sixty." 

Kurt looked into his buddy's brown eyes. "You're serious, ain't you? You'd 
like to fuck my mom." 

"Yeah," said Randy. "She's sexy." 

Kurt squeezed some pre-cum out of his cock and licked it off his fingers. 
"Well, yeah, sometimes I'd really like to fuck her, too. When she hugs me 
and kisses me like she does-shit, I have to run off and jerk off until my 
cock gets sore. Once, when she hugged me, I came right in my pants." 

Randy's jaw dropped. "No kidding?" 

"No kidding," Kurt said. He relaxed back on the grass and pumped his cock. 
"Jeez, let's jerk off. My balls ache." 

"Mine do, too," Randy said, reclining beside his buddy and slipping his hand 
up and down his cockshaft. 

The two boys stretched out under the morning sun and concentrated on beating 
off their superhorny pricks. They watched each other's glossy purple 
cockheads pop in and out of their fists. They watched each other's belly 
muscles ripple and their toes flex as they squirmed with the feelings 
spiraling through their cocks. 

"Feels good," Kurt muttered. 

"Mmmm!" said Randy. 

"I'm getting close," Kurt said. 

"Me too," said Randy. 

"Shit, what's that?" said Kurt, sitting up suddenly. 

Randy sat up too, looking up the hill. "It's your fucking dog." 

"No way we can escape old Sam," Kurt said. 

The white pointer made a few last bounds down the hillside, circled 
excitedly around the two boys, then licked Kurt's face. 

"Yuk!" said Kurt, wiping off his mouth with his forearm. 

Randy laughed. "He's drooling like a baby. What's he so excited about?" 

Sam sat on his haunches, looking from one boy to the other. His long pink 
tongue dangled from his chops as he panted. 

"He's trying to tell us something," Kurt said. 

"Probably some crow took off on the other side of the hill or something," 
Randy said, settling back down to beat off his cock. 

"Probably," Kurt said. He lay back once again and stroked his stiff prick. 

"Hey," said Randy, "Sam's prick is sticking out." 

Kurt looked. He laughed. "How'd you like to have a skinny red prick like 
that?" 

Randy made a face. "No thanks. It looks like a skinny wet worm." He closed 
his eyes. "Damn, wish I had a cunt to fuck." 

At the sound of the word "fuck," Sam leapt forward, straddled Randy's belly 
with his forepaws, and began humping wildly at Randy's prick. For a few 
breathless moments, dog-prick filed against boy-prick. Then, Randy, coming 
to his senses, wrestled Sam away from himself and jumped to his feet. 

"What the hell?" shouted Randy. "The dog's crazy!" 

Kurt unscrewed his frown and burst out laughing. "He thinks you're a bitch. 
He wants to fuck you." 

At the sound of the word "fuck," Sam sprang at Kurt and mounted him with the 
same vigor as he had Randy. For another few stunned seconds, dogprick 
squirmed against boy-prick. 

"Get him off me!" Kurt yelled. 

Randy, laughing, pulled Sam off Kurt. 

Sam sat on his haunches, panting. 

"He thinks you're a bitch, too," said Randy. 

"He's gone nuts," Kurt said. He wiped Sam's pre-cum off his cock and wiped 
his hand in the grass. "Yuk!" 

Randy got down on his hands and knees and turned his tight little ass up in 
the air. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kurt asked. 

"Experimenting. Let's see what he does if I make like I'm a bitch." He 
wiggled his ass and barked. "Woof, woof, woof, honey." 

Sam sat there, cocking his head from side to side. 

"Some bitch you are," Kurt said. He got down on his hands and knees beside 
Randy. "I'll show you how to attract a stud." He put his nose up in the air 
and whined like a bitch in heat. He contracted muscles in his loins, making 
his cock flex and his asshole twitch. 

Both boys looked over their shoulders at Sam. The big dog watched them with 
a blank face. 

"Dumb mutt!" said Kurt. 

"I'll get him," Randy said. He wiggled his ass furiously, finally squeezing 
out a weak, but audible fart. 

At the sound of the little pop, Sam stood up, stretched, and meandered over 
to sniff Randy's ass. 

"Now we've got him," said Kurt. "Wiggle your ass and whine." 

The two boys threw their heads back and whined into the clear morning air, 
all the while arching their supple backs and gyrating their boyish asses. 

Sam sniffed their asses. Then he sat back on his haunches, put his nose into 
the air, and howled. 

Kurt and Randy stopped whining. For a few moments Sam continued howling. 

"Crazy fool!" Kurt said. "What do we have to do to get this mutt to fuck?" 

On cue, Sam sprang up on Kurt's ass, humping away blindly. Kurt squirmed, 
laughing. The hot, slippery dog-prick, slipping up and down between his 
asscheeks and stabbing at his nuts, tickled him. After a few moments, Kurt 
fell forward, rolling out of Sam's clutches. 

"Now what made him want to fuck you?" Randy asked. 

Sam's ears cocked to the key-word. Before Randy could brace himself for the 
big dog's assault, Sam had mounted him and was fucking at top speed. 

Randy squealed. "Jesus Christ, get him off me!" He crawled forward on his 
hands and knees, trying to escape. 

"Get him off me before he comes!" Randy shrieked. While Kurt grabbed the big 
dog around the ribs, Randy twisted away. 

Sam, seemingly crazed by all the shouting and squirming of the two boys, 
danced on his hind legs and humped blindly at the air while Kurt held him 
upright from behind. His dog-prick began to flex and spurt. The hot dog-jism 
squirted into the air. 

"Christ!" Randy shouted. 

"Look at him spurt!" Kurt yelled. 

Sam whimpered, humping the air and squirting it full of his thin, watery 
dog-jism. The mucous-like strands of cum fell across the green grass. Kurt 
held the dog up until he'd finished spurting, then dropped him. 

"Christ," Kurt said, "I've never seen him so wild." 

"Look what he did." Randy caught some of the jism with his finger. "Yuk!" He 
brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed at the jism. 

"What's it smell like?" Kurt asked. 

"Kinda like ours," Randy said. 

Kurt grabbed his cock and pumped it. "Shit, Randy, I'm really horny 
now-after seeing old Sam squirt like that." 

"Me too," Randy said. "Let's shoot off into the pond." He stood up next to 
Kurt and began jacking off. 

The two boys stood side by side. They pumped their cocks with nearly 
synchronized strokes. Since they'd learned how to jack off together, had 
taught each other, so to speak, their stroking techniques were identical. 

"I can come before you," Randy said, "even though you had a head start." 
Randy usually came first. 

"Go ahead," Kurt said. "I'll shoot farther." He usually did. 

The sun-filled morning air wrapped around the two naked, masturbating boys. 
The pond lay still, waiting for their heavy loads. The boys gazed at their 
reflections, hypnotized by their obscene, fist-pumping images. 

"Mmmmm," Kurt said, "feels great!" 

"Yeah!" Randy said. 

The boys' hands moved faster and faster over their throbbing young cocks. 
Pre-cum flicked off the tips of their glossy cockheads and plucked the 
glassy surface of the water. The boys' pink nuts flapped below their jerking 
fists. 

Both boys moaned. Their slim, willowy bodies began to sway. Warm thrills 
screwed through their pricks and filled their tight, wiggling loins. Both 
boys were close. 

Randy sighed. His thick boycum shot like a long, white rope from the end of 
his spasming prick. Four feet away, the heavy gobs of pubescent cum plopped 
into the clear,-unmoving water. They hung in the water like puffs of white 
cloud while Randy spurted again and again, adding to their number. 

"Oh!" Randy moaned. "Oh, man!" 

Kurt tensed, leaning hard against Randy. He stroked his young cock firmly, 
teasing the jism from his horny teenage loins. 

"It's coming, Randy," Kurt muttered. "Any second now! Oh, wow, ah!" His jism 
spurted-a long, high, white arc of it. It hung in the sunny air, then 
blurped into the pond five feet away. Before it hit, another spurt escaped 
from Kurt's cock. 

"Feels so good!" Kurt moaned. "Oh, jeez!" 

When they finished shooting, the two boys sprawled out on the soft grass. 
They stretched their long bodies and wiggled their toes. 

"Wish I had a cunt to shoot into," Randy said, plucking a dandelion and 
chewing on the bitter stem. 

"You will," said Kurt. "Just wait till tomorrow." 

Sam walked back and forth between the boys, sniffing their pricks and asses. 
The dog's ears were cocked, listening for cues. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The state highway, heading north, wound its way between, and over, rolling 
green hills. Groves of leafing trees, mostly white oak and black walnut, 
nestled in the valleys. In places, red cedars grew from rocky ridge-tops. 
The sun, drifting down toward the hills now, glared in through Martin's side 
window, forcing him to swing his sun-visor to the left to shade that side of 
his face. 

"We won't make it to the farm today anymore," Martin said. "We'll have to 
find a motel for the night." 

"Goody!" Connie said, wiggling her bare toes. She had her feet up on the 
dashboard, sunbathing them. "I've never stayed in a motel." 

"Sure you have," Martin said. "When you were little. You just can't 
remember." 

"Oh," said Connie. She stretched her arms forward between her legs and 
sighed. Then she sat up, drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Her 
bare toes, resting on the seat now, still wiggled. Connie was restless. 
She'd been squirming the entire trip. 

Martin tried to keep his eyes on the road, tried to keep his mind on 
driving, but for hours now his eyes had been fighting him, had been 
straining toward the right, toward the unbearably sexy young girl seated 
beside him. Her long hair was dazzling in the late-afternoon sun, shimmering 
like waterfalls of gold whenever she moved her head. Her blue jeans snuggled 
her ass like tights. Her blue eyes, half-laughing, half-crying, like a 
clown's, melted his insides. Martin was in love with his daughter. He was 
crazy about her. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any female. 

Martin shifted his ass, trying to get his hard cock to adjust itself into a 
less uncomfortable position. He'd been hard from the moment he'd turned the 
ignition key and had realized that he and Connie were alone together in the 
front seat. His cock throbbed, his balls ached, and every time his eyes met 
Connie's, he verged on orgasm. 

"Want a pillow under your back, Dad?" Connie asked. 

"Sure, honey. That would be great." 

Connie pulled a small pillow out of the back seat, and, while Martin leaned 
forward, she slid it behind his lower back. "Feel better, Dad?" She squeezed 
his arm. 

"Much better, honey. Thanks." Martin's knuckles turned white. He fought to 
keep the car on the road while his cock jerked. 

It seemed to Martin that he'd been driving for days-and every moment of it 
had been with a hard-on. He'd raced over two-hundred miles yesterday 
evening, his cock hungry for sex in the big city. He'd raced the same 
distance home in the middle of the night, his cock still sticky with Mimi's 
cuntjuice-and still hard-but hard not only with memories of little, hot 
Mimi, but hard with a crazy lust for his own daughter. 

Martin had slept, hoping his perverted lust for Connie would be washed away 
by dreams, but his dreams merely intensified his lust. Connie came to him in 
his dreams, dancing before him naked like a slave before her master. She 
offered him her tits, offered him her ass, spread her legs for him-and 
Martin woke up in agony. A brutally cold shower put his cock down 
temporarily, but the moment he and Connie set out on their journey, his cock 
sprang up vengefully. 

Connie huggeid her knees to her torso. She clamped her hands around her 
ankles, forcing the balls of her feet against her cunt. She squeezed her 
legs together hard. She could feel the wetness of her jeans against her 
heels. Her pussy had been juicing all day, and worse yet, it ached. 

"I wish we could have brought Hector along," she said. 

"I do, too, honey," Martin said, "but there's hardly room for the two of us 
in this car. The kennel will take good care of him. We'll only be gone a 
week." 

"He's such a good dog, Daddy. I hope he doesn't get lonely." 

"He'll be fine, honey. I didn't realize you cared so much for him." 

"Mmm," Connie said dreamily. "I love him. He's a special dog." She rested 
her chin on her knees. 

Connie had hardly slept last night. The experience of her first orgasm, her 
first fuck, had put her mind into such a whirl that she thought she was 
losing her sanity. All she could think about was Hector's red pee-thing 
rubbing inside her crotch, and those wonderful feelings Hector had made her 
feel. While she thought about Hector, she pushed her middle finger in and 
out of her cunt, pretending her finger was Hector's pee-thing, and she found 
that her finger gave her the same feelings as Hector's pee-thing, even those 
feelings that made her squirm and almost faint. 

Connie rubbed herself off again and again during the course of the night. 
Toward morning, when she heard her father arrive home, she started thinking 
about the pee-thing her father had between his legs. She knew he had one. 
She'd seen it a few times when she was younger. She couldn't remember much 
about it, except that it was bigger than Hector's. 

Then she began to wonder: What would it be like to feel her father's big 
pee-thing rubbing between her legs? If she remembered correctly, her 
father's pee-thing was big, but it hung down, kind of soft. Being that soft, 
could it get inside her? And, if it could get inside her, how could she get 
her father to put it there? How could she ask him to do such an embarrassing 
thing? Maybe he'd think she was crazy, and he'd have her locked up. 

Martin relaxed his hands on the wheel. Connie had stopped squirming. She 
seemed to be half-asleep. As long as she didn't move, he could keep his eyes 
on the road and try to forget that she was there, ready to be plucked, like 
a ripe peach. 

Connie was ripe all right. The only problem was that she was ignorant. More 
than likely, she didn't know what her own cunt was for. Connie was the 
natural product of a small, ultraconservative, all-American town where even 
the word sex was never uttered. The books in the public library were heavily 
censored. Even the local TV station refused to telecast questionable 
programs. A Walt Disney movie about a circus-which showed trapeze artists in 
their typical skimpy costumes-had at one time caused church groups to picket 
the local theater where it was showing. All sex-education was forbidden in 
the schools. Ironically, the town of 20,000, despite all its fanatical 
precautions against sex, suffered from an epidemic of rape, venereal 
disease, and teenage pregnancies. The percapita rate of these things was 
actually higher than the per-capita rates in the large sin-cities of the 
country. The anti-sex fanatics of the town, infuriated by the epidemic, 
vowed even stricter censorship. 

The town's conservative anti-sexualism had not only kept Connie ignorant, 
but had made Martin feel guilty about having sex with new women after the 
death of his wife. It was only the frustration of a year without sex, along 
with the shock of being laid off from his job at the office, that had sent 
him on his sin-quest to the big city yesterday. The secure life he'd taken 
for granted was falling apart. His wife was gone. His job-after twelve years 
with the same company-was in high jeopardy. His layoff might easily be 
permanent. What did he have to lose now? All he had left were the basic 
pleasures of life. The community would even deny him those. 

Martin glanced at Connie. She still sat with her chin on her knees, her eyes 
half-closed as if she were dazed. All he'd have to do would be to pull over 
to the side of the road, turn off the engine, pull off her clothes, and fuck 
her. She wouldn't even understand what was happening. It would be the 
easiest thing in the world. 

A sign read, "Sleepy Hollow Motel-1 Mile." The air in the car had chilled. 
The sun was gone somewhere behind the hills. 

"Tired, Connie?" Martin asked. 

Connie came out of her daze. "What?" she asked, yawning. 

* * * 

The Sleepy Hollow Motel sat in a remote hollow just off the highway. Martin 
had to drive over a small bridge that crossed a sleepy stream, and there sat 
the main cabin and office. 

"Double bed or twin beds?" the white-haired proprietor asked. 

Martin was about to say twin beds automatically, but he caught himself in 
time. "Double bed." As he said the words he almost shit in his pants. 

"Only one cabin left with a double bed-number ten, right at the end of the 
hollow. It's a ways up, set off from the rest, next to the creek. Fishing's 
good. Throw a line out the window if you're too lazy to step outside." 

Cabin number ten had a chill in it when Martin and Connie entered it, but in 
no time Martin got a fire blazing in the fireplace, and soon the one-room 
cabin was toasty. 

"Let's leave the lights off, Dad," Connie said. "I like watching the fire in 
the dark." In the cozy atmosphere of hearth, Connie imagined herself back in 
her father's den with Hector at her side. 

She stretched. "Mmmmm, I'm sleepy," she said. "I'm ready for bed already." 

Martin yawned. "So am I. All that driving." He sat at the edge of the bed, 
facing the fire, and started taking off his shoes. His hands trembled as he 
undid the laces. He felt sick to his stomach. For the first time since 
starting on this journey, his prick went soft. 

Connie slipped out of her clothes and into bed before her dad had taken off 
his shoes. She didn't bother with pajamas. She wanted to be naked in bed 
with her dad. Maybe he'd turn over in his sleep and she could get close to 
him and get his pee-thing between her legs. Her heart pounded so loud that 
she could hear it inside her head. 

Martin sat there in his underwear. He glanced behind himself at Connie. Her 
cute head lay in the palm of the pillow. From the neck down, she was under 
the covers. Her tits formed two tents. She had good-sized tits for a young 
girl, just as big as Mimi's, who was older. Her eyes were closed. Martin 
pulled off his underwear and slid under the covers. 

The bed was small, and it sagged in the middle. 

Connie rolled against Martin as he got into bed. Suddenly, she found her 
face against the side of his chest and his bare hip against her belly. She 
caught his male scent. She moved to hug him. Her hand brushed over his fat, 
soft pee-thing. 

"Daddy," she said, "I love you." She wrapped her hand around his pee-thing 
and squeezed it. Within seconds, the soft cock ballooned and stiffened. 
Suddenly, she found her hand wrapped halfway around a thick, hard, throbbing 
hunk of hot meat. She caressed her hand over its length. It was huge. 

Martin groaned. He thought he must be dreaming. His pretty daughter's soft 
hand massaged his bursting cock. His balls pulsated. He was ready to come. 
He grabbed Connie's hand and pushed it away. 

"Don't, darling," he said. "You'll make me come." 

"Come?" Connie asked. "Come where? You're already here." 

Martin rolled over onto his daughter. He laughed. "You don't know anything 
about cocks and fucking, do you? You're acting purely by instinct." 

Connie sank back into the bed. The full naked weight of her father was upon 
her. His hairy chest rubbed her tits. He smelled so exciting. His hot, hard 
cock throbbed against her belly. 

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "I don't know. I don't know." She spread her legs. 
"All I want is your pee-thing inside me." 

Martin pushed up off his daughter. He was so excited that he'd almost shot 
off against her belly. "My pee-thing is called a cock," he said. "A cock is 
supposed to get shoved into a cunt. Your cunt is that hole between your 
legs." 

Martin tossed the covers off the two of them. He propped up Connie's young 
loins with a pillow. Blonde little Connie lay shivering before him, her blue 
eyes wide, her lips parted. Her pretty young tits glowed softly in the 
firelight. 

"Daddy," Connie said, her voice shaky, "put your cock in my cunt." She 
watched the big gleaming cock twitch. It pointed straight up in the air, 
almost lying flat against her father's belly as he sat back on his heels 
looking at her. Below his cock hung a huge sac of skin. Connie was so 
excited she wanted to bite her dad's cock and his big hairy sac. 

Martin spread Connie's cuntlips with his thumbs. Her pink cunt glistened in 
the firelight. Her juice streamed out, already drenching the pillow. 

"When I put my cock in your cunt-that's called fucking," Martin said. 
"You're sure you want me to fuck you, darling?" 

Connie squirmed, forcing her legs apart as wide as she could. "Oh, yes," she 
said. "Am I opened up wide enough for you, Dad? Is my cunt big enough for 
your cock?" 

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Martin gasped. He'd lose his load in the air if he 
didn't fuck her quick. He mounted her, positioning his bloated cockhead 
between her small, fat pussylips. 

"Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy?" Connie asked. His big cock felt hot as 
an ember between her legs. 

"Yes," Martin grunted. "Hold on, Connie." 

Connie held her father's warm flanks. "Fuck me, Daddy," she gasped, tensing 
for his thrust. 

Martin lunged into his daughter. All eight inches of his hard, thick cock 
roared up her virgin pussy. Her cherry burst, audibly rupturing. 

Connie screamed. She clawed into her father's flanks, drawing blood. 
Unbearable searing sensations flashed through her loins. She was being torn 
apart. Her eyes rolled back, filled with tears. 

Martin had never fucked into any cunt so tight and hot. As Connie screamed 
in agony, Martin groaned in ecstasy. "Fuck!" he moaned. "Ohh, fuck!" His 
cock had never felt so good. 

Connie squirmed, trying to get away. She kicked at her father's ass. She 
clawed at his chest. "Aw!" she screamed. "You're killing me!" 

Martin fucked. In and out he jerked his cock. Connie's cunt clutched at his 
cock as savagely as her fingers tore at his hairy chest. Each inch his cock 
slid was unbearably exciting. He came almost instantly. "Oh!" he groaned. 
"Uh!" His cock flexed, nearly waving Connie in the air. His jism blasted, 
jolting Connie's body with each spurt. He writhed, screwing his daughter's 
virgin cunt savagely. 

Connie forgot her pain for a moment, fascinated at the sight of her father 
jerking as if with convulsions. His eyes rolled in his skull. All the 
muscles of his body danced. Each time he cried out, she felt her cunt filled 
with a delicious warmth that soothed the raw, searing pain inside her. 

"Daddy," she gasped, "what's happening?" 

Martin fell on her with all his weight and crushed her into the mattress. 
His loins jerked, firing the last of his hot cum into her body. 

"Connie," he groaned, "sweet darling!" He pulled his cock out of her and 
rolled off. 

Connie sighed. The over-stretched tissues of her cunt relaxed, throbbing. 
She spread her legs, letting the soothing warm air lick at her ravaged cunt. 

Martin looked at his tender young daughter-no longer a virgin. His cock 
still throbbed, just as stiff as ever. He could easily fuck her again. Had 
there not been blood on the pillow between Connie's legs, he would have 
mounted her immediately. 

He panted, still out of breath. "You all right, darling?" 

"I think so," Connie said. "I didn't know it was going to hurt like that." 

"Sorry," Martin said. "I should have been more gentle. It's just that you 
got me so excited I got carried away." He massaged his finger into the 
buttery softness of her spread pussylips. "How's it feel now?" 

Connie wiggled. "Better," she said. "But I think something broke inside me. 
I could feel it tear." 

"That was your cherry, honey. All girls have a cherry, and they have to lose 
it sometime, before they can enjoy getting fucked. I guess it always hurts a 
girl the first time to get fucked, but after that she feels only pleasure." 

"I'm glad to find that out," Connie said. "I guess I'm kind of dumb." 

"You're not the dumb one, honey," Martin said. "It's me who's the dumb one. 
Along with all the parents and teachers and clergymen of that hick town 
we're living in. I wonder if there's an adult in that town with one lick of 
common sense." 

"Huh?" asked Connie. 

And Martin explained. He explained about the town's campaign against sex 
through censorship. Then he explained his own feelings about sex and his job 
and the life he'd been leading. And finally he gave Connie a long-overdue 
lesson in sexeducation, explaining to her the basics. He told her as much as 
he thought she could handle in one lesson. 

Connie listened, devouring her dad's every word. She'd never heard anything 
so fascinating. When he'd finished, she asked him about Hector. 

Martin was shocked. "You sure you're not telling me a fib? Hector really did 
those things?" 

"Yes," Connie said. "Then he did fuck me-right?" 

"I guess so," Martin said, shaking his head. 

"But if he fucked me, why didn't he take my cherry? Why didn't it hurt me?" 

"His prick was too small, too skinny. If a dog's prick were as big as a 
man's, he'd have busted your hymen." 

"Oooh," said Connie, imagining Hector fucking her with a man-sized cock. 

"So that's why you were begging to bring Hector along." 

Connie giggled, admitting it. 

"Naughty girl! Tell me-which cock would you rather have to play 
with-Hector's or your old dad's?" 

Connie grinned. She grabbed her father's big hard cock and tugged. "This 
one," she said. "I love this one best." She licked her lips, salivating. 
"Oooh, Daddy, let me taste it!" 

Martin straddled Connie's chest, pressing his knees against her warm sides. 
He lowered his ass, letting his bloated balls dangle against Connie's stiff 
nipples. The tender little buds quivered against his balls and tickled them. 

Connie sighed. She cradled one of her dad's fat balls in each hand and 
squeezed it. "Your balls are so big, Daddy. Let me kiss them." 

Martin raised up so Connie could nuzzle his balls. She smooched each ball, 
then licked his sac, covering the entire tight sac with flicks of her warm, 
pink tongue. Then she nuzzled under his balls and licked his ass. His young 
daughter was a natural at love-making. She acted by instinct. 

Connie's cunt dripped. She squeezed her legs together and squished her 
pussylips against each other. Licking her dad's balls and ass was so very 
exciting! The big balls hummed against her tongue, and she loved the salty 
taste of his ass. She wrapped her small hands around the thick base of his 
jerking cock, and she bent the monster down to her lips. 

"Let me suck it, Daddy," she said. "I'd really like to suck it. Can I make 
the jism come out by sucking it?" 

Martin almost slapped his face to find out if he was dreaming. He leaned 
forward onto his hands and knees and shoved his cock into Connie's mouth. 
"Jesus, honey, suck it all you want! You sure can make the jism come out by 
sucking it!" 

Connie shivered. She saw little flashes of light behind her closed eyes as 
tingles flooded her body. Her dad's cockhead filled her mouth like a ripe 
apple-a hot, ripe, spongy apple that throbbed. The taste, the smell, the 
feel of her dad's cock made her writhe with excitement. She shimmied her 
smooth legs. She knew that those hot feelings that made her want to die 
weren't far off. 

"Suck it," Martin gasped. "Suck it, baby!" He humped gently, forcing his 
cockhead into his daughter's throat. 

Connie gagged. She forced her father's loins backward. His huge prick slid 
out of her throat, enabling her to catch her breath. She sucked, letting his 
prick slip into her throat again. This time she gagged less. After a few 
more back and forth movements of her dad's cock, her throat adjusted, and 
she no longer gagged. She sucked, taking his entire cock into her mouth. The 
head throbbed halfway down her throat. Her nose nestled in his thick, curly 
cockhair. 

"Beautiful, honey!" Martin grunted. His daughter's throat was as soft and 
warm and tight as her cunt. And the sight of her pretty face wrapped around 
the huge base of his cock made the experience that much more exciting. He 
began to hump, fucking Connie's mouth as if it were her cunt. "Lick it while 
I fuck, darling. Lick under the head." 

Connie relaxed her throat, letting her father fuck in and out. His big 
spit-oiled cock slid in and out gracefully, like a gleaming ivory tusk. She 
churned her tongue against the underside while she watched the hot monster 
slice in and out, nearly filing the tip of her nose. 

"Oh, man!" Martin moaned. "Ah!" 

Connie sucked hard, pulling his cock down her throat, trying to hold it 
there while her father pulled it out. All the tissues of her mouth and 
throat pulsated. Her lips tingled around the shaft of her dad's sliding 
cock. Her face and mouth and throat flushed with feelings, feelings very 
much like those that now pulsed through her cunt. She wished she could lie 
here forever, getting her throat fucked by her dad's big cock. It felt so 
good. Her toes and tits tingled. She shimmied her legs furiously. 

Martin fucked faster. Connie's cute face was flushed nearly purple. Her wet 
tongue whirled like a fan up and down the sensitive underside of his sliding 
cock. Her eyes were crossed, intent on his fucking cock. Her cheeks 
quivered. She moaned. 

Connie's vision blurred. Orgasmic sensations, like fireworks, overcame her 
inflamed pussyflesh. Churning, prickling waves of warmth and pleasure passed 
through her body from head to toe. Her small form jerked rhythmically, as if 
receiving electric shocks. She wanted to die. Her toes clenched. 

Martin had never seen a more exciting vision. Connie writhed in absolute 
ecstasy while he fucked in and out of her throat. He felt his balls swell. 
The tip of his spine tingled. 

"Uh, uh, I'm coming!" he gasped. "Ahhhh!" His cock jerked. His jism 
exploded. His pubic bone banged Connie's upper lip. 

Connie gagged, drowning in her father's heavy load of hot jism. The thick 
wads rolled down her throat-hot, fluffy puffs of man-cream. Her dad shot so 
fast that she didn't have a chance to savor his cum as she would have liked. 

Connie wound her legs into a pretzel, crushing the toe-curling sensations 
through her jerking loins. She felt as if she were floating, suspended in 
the air, hanging by the mouth from her father's huge flexing cock. Each time 
it flexed, her mouth filled with the jism from deep inside his loins. Each 
time it flexed, a wave of ecstasy passed through her. 

Connie sucked like a baby. All these sights, smells, tastes, sounds, touches 
were new to her. It was as if she'd just been born. 

In the frenzy of his throat-fucking orgasm, Martin lost control of his cock. 
The throbbing monster flipped out of Connie's mouth, and his last few spurts 
blasted against her face. 

Connie sighed, wiping some jism off her eyelash. "Ooooh, Daddy, I love your 
warm milk. I could drink it all day." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Doreen picked at her dessert. The chunks of sliced fruit in the salad she'd 
prepared all tasted the same-flavorless. The only way she knew now that she 
was chewing apple instead of banana was by its texture. All she could smell 
now was man. All she wanted to taste was that handsome blond stud across the 
table from her. It had been too long since a real man had sat at her table, 
too long since she'd had a cock for dessert instead of fruit salad. 

Martin was a beautiful, sexy man. Doreen could see why her sister had 
married him. Betty may have died young, Doreen thought, but she must have 
had one hell of a life before she died. Doreen would easily have traded a 
year of her own life for a feel of Martin's stucock fucking inside her. She 
could tell by the bulge in his pants that he had a big one. 

Doreen rubbed her bare feet together under the table. If only she had the 
nerve she'd put her feet up into his lap and play footsie with his cock. Now 
was her chance. Connie, Kurt, and Randy had run off to the barn. She knew 
they wouldn't poke their noses inside the house again until supper. If only 
she could get up the nerve! 

"Great meal!" Martin said. "But you didn't seem too hungry." 

"I'm never very hungry at lunch," Doreen said. "Thanks for the compliment." 

"You're very welcome. So, how are you and Kurt getting along out here all by 
yourselves?" 

"We eat well. Sleep well. Life's not too exciting, there being just the two 
of us." She threw Sam the remains of her ham sandwich. "And Sam here, of 
course." 

"About the same in town," Martin said. "That town's something else-about as 
conservative and backward as you can get. Hell, I bet you have more 
excitement out here." 

"At least there's nobody looking over our shoulders," Doreen said. 

Sam sat up and begged, and Doreen fed him her dessert. 

"He'll eat anything," she said. 

"I can see that," said Martin. "Hector won't touch anything but meat." 

Doreen flushed slightly, remembering the big Doberman from a year ago, when 
she had stayed at Martin's house during the days of Betty's funeral. The 
black stud had responded so eagerly to her sexual advances toward him that 
she'd fallen in love with him, and she'd hated to leave him to return to the 
farm. She also suspected that Betty had been fucking him. 

"How is Hector?" Doreen asked casually. 

"Healthy and hungry," Martin said. He smiled, blushing slightly. 

"Quite a dog, if I remember!" Doreen said. 

"Yes, quite, a dog," Martin said. He shifted uneasily. 

Both sat silent for a moment. 

"Doreen," Martin said, "you know a lot about animals." 

"Grew up on this farm," she said. "Had animals surrounding me for 
thirty-five years now. I suppose I know something." 

"What do you know about dogs and sex?" Martin asked. 

"What?" Doreen's stomach felt queasy. Then she laughed at herself. He was 
going to ask about Hector studding or something. 

"You ever hear of male dogs making it with women?" Martin asked. He almost 
whispered the words. 

Doreen jumped up to clear the table. She couldn't sit there anymore. "I've 
heard of it. Why do you ask?" 

Martin cleared his throat. "This will sound crazy," he said.Then he paused. 

"Go ahead," Doreen said, trying to laugh. "I'm not in the least prudish." 
She stacked the plates frantically. 

"Well," Martin said, "Connie claims Hector made sexual moves on her." 

"You mean he fucked her?" 

Martin jumped up and collected the silverware. "Well-yes," he said. "The 
other night." 

"My!" said Doreen. "That's something." 

"You think she made it up then?" 

"Maybe," Doreen said. "Maybe not. It's actually quite common." 

"Girls fucking with dogs, or girls making up such stories?" 

"Girls fucking with dogs," Doreen said. "And other animals, I might add. 
When you were a boy, didn't you at least once have sex with an animal?" 

Martin flushed. "Yeah-guess I did." 

"Well, then," Doreen said, "why should it be any different with girls?" 

"I guess it shouldn't," Martin said, and he laughed. 

Doreen saw her chance. "Watch this," she said. She unzipped her jeans and 
began to lower them. "Unless you don't want to, of course." 

Martin looked startled. "Go ahead," he said. "I'm not prudish, either." 

Beautiful man! Doreen thought. She pulled off her pants, then stepped out of 
her panties. She threw them to Martin. "Mind holding them?" she asked. 

"Not at all," Martin said. 

As Doreen lowered herself to her hands and knees, she glimpsed Martin, out 
of the corner of her eye, pressing her moist panties to his face. The sight 
made her pussy contract. Warm juice ran down her inner thighs. 

She looked up at Martin, who had taken the panties quickly away from his 
face. "Watch Sam," she said. 

Sam sat next to the table, tense with excitement. His shiny red prick 
quivered against his furry white belly. He whimpered, his head cocking back 
and forth. 

Doreen turned her naked ass up high, making sure Martin, as well as Sam, had 
a good view of her pussy and asscrack. She wiggled, hoping to turn on Martin 
as much as she knew she was turning on her dog. 

"OK, Sam," she said, "lick! Lick, boy!" . With an excited whimper, Sam 
sprang between Doreen's legs, his tongue flapping. He mashed his cool black 
snout between Doreen's pussylips, sniffing up and down her slit. Then he 
sniffed her asshole, and made a long swipe with his tongue up the length of 
her asscrack. Suddenly, he was slurping wildly at her pussyslit, working his 
dripping tongue between the hairy lips. 

Doreen couldn't help but to sigh out loud. Sam's warm, slurping tongue felt 
too damned good. 

"Jesus Christ!" Martin said. "I've never seen anything like it. How long 
will he lick like that?" 

"Forever, if I want him to," Doreen said. "Now, watch this. OK, Sam-fuck." 

The big dog reared up on his hind legs, wrapped his forepaws around Doreen's 
slender waist, and rotated his hairy loins against Doreen's ass until his 
hard, wet prick found its way between her pussy lips. 

"Oh, Sam," Doreen muttered, for a moment forgetting that she had an 
audience, "fuck me! Hump, boy, hump!" She arched her back, turning her cunt 
up to the ideal fucking angle. 

Sam whined, humping fast, driving his skinny red dog-prick in and out of 
Doreen's inflamed pussy. While he fucked, he slobbered on her back, and his 
claws sank into her tender flanks. 

Doreen was lost. She writhed. Her cunt sizzled from the friction of Sam's 
hot dog-prick filing the raw folds of her puffed-up sex-chamber. It was raw 
dog-prick against raw girl-flesh, and Doreen went out of her mind. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she gibbered. "Oh, it feels so good! Fuck me, Sam! Shoot me 
up!" 

Sam howled. He banged his furry dog-loins against Doreen's churning ass. The 
hot dog-jism welled up in his balls and he squirted. Sharp, thin spears of 
hot dog-jism stabbed the writhing walls of Doreen's cunt. 

"Beautiful!" Doreen gasped. "Shoot it darling! Oh, yes!" 

Sam jerked, dancing on his hind legs. His tongue hung out long, dripping. 
His back rounded as he pumped his jism into his mistress. Eight or ten 
quick, sharp spurts, and he was done. He dismounted immediately, and he 
sniffed the cunt he'd just fucked. 

Doreen groaned. "He comes so fast." 

"But I don't," said Martin, pulling Sam away from between her legs. 

Over her shoulder, Doreen could see Martin's huge cock throbbing against his 
hairy belly. Martin had stripped himself completely naked, and he was about 
to mount her. 

"Here, let's get this off you," he said, sliding his fingers under the edge 
of her blouse and helping her to pull it off over her head. 

Now they were both stark naked. Doreen wanted to die. It had been years 
since she'd shared her naked body with a man, years since a naked man had 
mounted her ass. 

Martin reached under and squeezed her heavy hanging tits. He rotated his 
palms against her stiff nipples. 

"Oh, jeez!" Doreen sighed. How long had it been since a man had squeezed her 
tits? Too long! The sensation almost made her come. "Plug me, Martin! Quick, 
shove it in!" 

"Jesus Christ!" Martin groaned. "You're so fucking hot!" He spread Doreen's 
cuntlips with his thumbs. His hot, bloated cockhead pressed against the 
juicy entrance to her cunt. 

"It's big!" Doreen gasped. "So big! Shove it in! Oh, quick!" Her ass 
twitched. She longed to be split in half by Martin's enormous cock. Martin 
clutched at her asscheeks, holding her steady. He grunted, ramming his cock 
in. 

Doreen's eyes nearly screwed out of their sockets. Martin's cockhead glowed 
in the pit of her belly. A real cock at last! "Oh, yes!" Doreen moaned. 
"Mm!" 

Martin collapsed over Doreen. His hands rested on her hands. He gnawed at 
her upper back. "I could stay buried in you like this forever," she said. 
"Jesus, Doreen, I love being inside you. Damn, you're hot and juicy in 
there!" 

"Cuntful of dog-cum," Doreen muttered. "Glad you like me inside. I love 
having you. Beautiful cock." 

Martin flexed his cock. 

Doreen moaned. "Do that again." 

Martin flexed. 

"Ummmm! Feels like a big hot snake crawling up my pussy." 

Martin kissed her on the neck. "That's what Betty used to say when I'd fuck 
her. 'Shove that big, hot snake inside me,' she used to say. Jesus, Doreen, 
you're so much like her-same nose, same tits, same ass, same cunt. Christ, 
did I love that woman!" he raised up, getting into humping position. "I'd 
better fuck you before I shoot off. Gotta show you that I can hold out 
longer than Sam." He started humping with long, smooth, intense strokes. 

Doreen wanted to cry out of joy. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. Her 
skin prickled from head to toe. She concentrated on the feel of Martin's 
strong hands kneading her asscheeks while his thick, slippery cock sliced in 
and out of her dog-jismed cunt. The feelings swirling through her loins were 
so intense that she knew she'd be able to come at will. Just a few wiggles 
of her ass, a few contractions of her cunt muscles, and she'd be writhing. 

Martin fucked harder and faster, pulling out until the tip of his cock 
hovered at the gaping entrance of her juicy cunt, then slicing in until his 
hard male belly slammed into her waving ass, making her bones vibrate. In 
and out, in and out he fucked, relentlessly. Sam's dog-jism ran down 
Doreen's legs. It dripped from Martin's cock. 

"Fuck me!" Doreen squealed. "Oh, yes! Do it to me, Martin!" Doreen's cunt 
felt as if it were swirling, rotating like a fan around Martin's zinging 
cock. 

While Martin and Doreen copulated, Sam got more and more excited. He started 
running crazy circles around them. His skinny, red dog-prick had come out of 
its sheath again, and it quivered against his white belly, dripping. 

"Sam," Doreen called. "Here, Sam!" she reached up and caught the big white 
pointer by the tail. She pulled him close. "Up, boy! Up!" 

Sam, responding to another cue, mounted Doreen's face. He braced his warm 
forepaws on her back, and humped his red prick at her mouth. 

Doreen moaned. She'd rarely been so excited. While a muscular stud, a real 
man, fucked her cunt from behind, she was going to suck Sam's dogprick. She 
opened her mouth, and Sam's hot, slippery prick slid between her lips. 

"Mmmmmm!" Doreen groaned. This was almost more than she could stand. She 
clamped her lips tightly around Sam's naked prick and twirled her tongue 
around it while Sam fucked it in and out. 

Doreen wanted to die. She loved the taste of dog-prick and of the dog's 
pre-cum. She loved the naked rawness of his hot prick as it slipped against 
her lips and tongue, as it stabbed at the back of her throat and the roof of 
her mouth. She was stuffed with cock now-the two cocks she loved best-those 
of man and dog. Doreen's first fucker had been a German Shepherd, when she 
was just ten-and her second fucker, only a week later, had been a strapping, 
sweaty, eighteen-year-old farm boy. Ever since, she'd been crazy about both 
dogs and men. 

Sam whimpered. His hard cock began to twitch as if with electrical shocks. 
The big dog danced, banging his furry loins at Doreen's nose. 

Doreen sucked, filing Sam's hot prick with her tongue. His jism would be 
coming any second now. 

Sam yelped. His stiff dog prick shuddered. It flexed. His hot jism scalded 
Doreen's throat. 

Doreen's eyes swam. She screwed her ass like a fan. Martin's cock stretched 
the sensitive folds deep in her cunt. His raw cockmeat grated at her raw 
cuntmeat. 

Doreen's head jerked with each explosion of Sam's dog-cum. The hot spurts 
drilled her tongue, the roof of her mouth, her throat. Dog-cum dripped from 
Doreen's lips. Dog-cum rolled down her throat. She bit into Sam's cock, 
wanting to chomp it off and swallow it. 

Sam yelped and pulled out of her mouth. A last spurt escaped from his 
flexing prick and hit Doreen in the nose. 

Doreen's nose and lips dripped with warm dog-cum. As she tried to lick it, 
crazy to swallow every drop of the pungent essence of the dog's loins, her 
own juicing loins went into spasms. She felt as if a flaming arrow had been 
shot up her ass. 

"Uhh!" she whined. "Oh, Lord, eeee! Uh! Uh!" Doreen snapped her head back, 
writhing. She felt needles screwing into the tips of her nipples and toes. 
Electrical teeth gnawed at the throbbing slabs of her pussy. Tiny hands 
clawed through her cunt and asshole. She arched her back until she thought 
it would break, churning her upturned ass. "Fuck me! Hump! Shoot! Uh! Uh! 
Ohhhhh!" 

Groaning loudly, Martin fell forward onto Doreen. His prick sank in her to 
the limit. His back rounded, he made small, spastic humping motions. All at 
once, his hot cum flooded her loins. 

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned. "I'm coming! Uh! Uh! Ah!" 

Doreen felt her loins filling with heat. It was Martin's loin-heat that she 
was feeling. He'd put part of his warmth into her body. He was shooting part 
of himself into her. 

"Oh, fill me!" she moaned. "Drown me in that stuff!" 

"I love you, Doreen," Martin grunted. "I want you. Be mine. We'll fuck 
forever." His cock shuddered, releasing another round of jism up her 
clutching cunt. 

"Uh! Uh!" Doreen gasped. She could hardly get the words out. "I'm yours, 
Martin. Take me. Oh, Lord!" 

Doreen and Martin collapsed forward onto the kitchen floor. They lay there, 
a twitching mass of naked flesh. 

Sam crouched between their legs, burrowing his snout between their crotches, 
hungry to lick the juices from his mistress's cunt. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Connie wiggled her toes in the straw. The floor of the barn felt cool under 
her feet. She hadn't gone barefooted since last summer, so her feet were 
extrasensitive. Just being barefooted in the straw made her feel sexy. 

Kurt and Randy were barefooted, too. In fact, they didn't even wear shirts. 
Connie envied them, the way they could run around almost naked. She wished 
she could slip off her own T-shirt and let her tits jiggle free. 

Kurt and Randy were really handsome guys. Their arms bulged, and their chest 
muscles stood out square, and those ridge-like muscles in their bellies 
danced when they moved. They had big hands and feet, full of cords and 
veins, and grimy from tramping around the farm doing chores. Connie felt 
good being with them. She wished they'd hug her between them and kiss her. 
She wondered about their cocks: Did their cocks look anything like her 
dad's? Would she ever get a look at their big exciting things? She was dying 
to feel their cocks between her legs, or down her throat. 

The barn was empty. All the stalls where the cows stood to be milked were 
vacant. Sunlight shone in through the filmy windows, making the straw 
covering the long central corridor of the barn look golden. The air smelled 
of piss and manure and hay, which Connie had already got used to. In fact, 
she rather liked the smell. 

Connie and the two boys stood in a corner of the barn, looking through the 
thick steel bars of the bull's cage. 

"Why's he in there?" asked Connie. 

"Are you kidding?" said Kurt. "If he was running around out in the fields, 
there's no telling what he might do. He'd bust through the fences, charge 
cars, kill people. Shit, he could knock your house off its foundation if he 
got mad enough." 

"Why would he get mad?" asked Connie. 

"Bulls are like that," said Randy. "They get mad over anything." 

"What's that?" asked Connie, pointing to a rectangular steel contraption in 
the side of the cage. 

"That holds his head," Kurt said. "Watch." He dragged a bale of hay to the 
front of the contraption and pulled off the bindings holding the bale 
together. "Brutus! Hey, Brutus!" 

The huge, black bull, who had been staring out his window into the barnyard, 
cocked his ears and swung around. He grunted when he saw the hay, sauntered 
toward it, and pushed his head through the steel rectangle to eat. 

"Gotcha!" Kurt said, yanking down a steel lever. The steel frame tightened, 
and the bull's neck was caught. 

Brutus ground his teeth at his mouthful of hay, apparently unconcerned that 
he'd just been lassoed by a steel noose. 

"Now what?" asked Connie. 

Kurt frowned. "What do you mean-'now what' "? 

Connie had studied dairying in school. She'd seen films of cows being 
milked. The wanted to show the boys that she wasn't completely ignorant. "I 
mean, you can't milk a bull, can you? So what do you do with him once you've 
captured him?" 

The boys laughed. 

"Course you can't milk a bull," Kurt said. "At least you can't for milk. 
Right, Randy?" 

"What for, then?" asked Connie. 

"You ain't never heard of breeding?" asked Kurt. 

"No," Connie said. She truthfully didn't know what the word meant, if she'd 
indeed ever heard it. 

The two boys looked at each other and rolled their eyes. 

"Breeding's what makes baby cows. Same way breeding's what makes babies in 
people. Get it?" 

Connie flushed. "Not exactly." 

"You ain't never heard of fucking?" Randy asked. 

"Sure," said Connie, "I heard of it." She felt a surge of excitement. 
"Fucking's when a guy puts his cock into a girl's cunt and rubs it in and 
out until he shoots his jism." 

The boys' jaws dropped. Their faces reddened. They looked at each other as 
if stunned. 

Kurt turned back toward Connie. "Well, uh, fucking's the same as breeding. 
The jism is what makes the baby grow inside the cow's stomach, same as a 
guy's jism is what makes the baby grow inside the girl." 

"Oh, I know about that all right," Connie said. "My dad told me all about 
it. But how's the bull supposed to fuck the cow when you got him caught with 
his head through the cage? Doesn't he have to get up on the cow's ass like a 
dog gets up on a girl's ass?" 

Kurt and Randy screwed up their faces. 

"You mean, like a stud dog gets up on a bitch's ass-don't you?" asked Randy. 
"Dogs usually fuck dogs." 

"A girl dog's called a bitch," Kurt said. 

Connie flushed. "Yeah, that's what I mean. How's that bull supposed to get 
up on a cow's ass when he's locked up like that?" 

"He don't get up on a cow's ass when he's locked up like that," Kurt said. 
"But the vet's got his cock-sucking machine that sucks the jism out of the 
bull, and then he shoots the jism he sucked out into the cow's cunt." 

"Artificial insemination," Randy said. "It's faster than waiting around for 
the old bull to stop eating long enough to get up on the cow's ass and fuck 
her. Bulls ain't horny all the time like guys. Bulls are moody." 

"And stubborn," Kurt added. "Never breed when you want 'em to. Can't figure 
'em out. Shit, if I was a bull, and a bunch of cows started waving their 
asses as me-shit, I'd be on 'em faster than flies on a fresh cow-pie." 

"You said it!" Randy said. 

Both boys looked redder in the face now, and both had strange glints in 
their eyes, which made Connie feel uneasy, but excited her at the same time. 
All this talk about jism and breeding had put Connie's mind in a spin. She 
still wasn't sure she was understanding the boys right. 

"But why's he caught by the neck?" she asked. 

"So he don't stomp the vet to death!" Kurt said as if irritated. 

"Yeah," said Randy. "Brutus gets all riled when the vet tries to hook the 
cock-sucking machine to his cock." 

"But then he gets to liking it," Kurt said, "when the vet turns on the 
machine and it gets to cocksucking." 

"You oughta hear him when his jism shoots," Randy said. "Shit, he must 
really feel it." 

Connie stretched with frustration. All this talk had her pussy throbbing. 
Her jeans crotch was drenched. 

The two boys stretched, too. Their hard pricks looked about to burst out of 
their jeans. 

Connie couldn't control herself. "I wanna hear him when he shoots," she 
said. "You think I can make him come?" 

"If you jack him off," Kurt said. His voice trembled. 

"You know how to do it?" Randy asked. "We can show you. We done it plenty of 
times." 

"I think I know how," Connie said. "Will he try to kick me?" 

Kurt fumbled with the padlock to the bull's cage. "He might, but me and 
Randy will hold his legs." 

The steel hinges screeched as Kurt swung open the door. Kurt and Randy 
stepped inside the cage. Brutus stopped grinding his hay and peered over his 
shoulder at the boys. His big black eyes stared blankly at them for a 
moment. He snorted, as if to say, watch it, then swung his huge head forward 
again and grabbed up another mouthful of hay. 

The boys sighed as if a crisis has passed. 

"I think he'll be all right," Kurt said. "He knows us. It's the vet with his 
shots that Brutus doesn't like." 

"Come on, Connie," Randy said, "he's all yours." 

Connie's legs quivered. She looked at Brutus's huge bull cock. It was out 
and hanging, as if Brutus knew what Connie wanted to do to him. She couldn't 
believe the size. It was as long and thick as her lower leg. 

"Come on," Kurt said, "before Brutus starts getting restless." 

Connie wanted to turn around and run. What had she got herself into? A 
vision of herself lying naked in the straw under Brutus's huge cock passed 
through her mind. Her cunt throbbed so hard she couldn't help but to squeeze 
her legs together. She had to do it. She was no longer in control of 
herself. She tore off her T-shirt, then her jeans and panties. 

Kurt and Randy gawked at her. Their mouths dropped open. They glanced at 
each other, then simultaneously peeled off their jeans. Neither boy wore 
underwear. Their identical seven-inch pricks stood up flat against their 
bellies like thick arrows with fat purple heads. While their cocks twitched, 
their balls squirmed restlessly in their pink sacs. 

Connie entered the cage. "I love you guys," she said. 

Both boys groaned. They crushed her between them, Kurt driving his hard 
prick at her belly while Randy humped his at her ass. Kurt licked her face, 
slobbering spit on her cheeks. Randy buried his face in her hair, chewing on 
the silky golden strands. 

"We wanna fuck you," Kurt moaned. 

"We love you," Randy said. 

Connie wanted to die. She was melting between their hot naked bodies. Were 
they to step away from her, she'd topple into the straw from weakness. 

Brutus stomped his hind hooves a few times and snorted. 

"I'd better jack him off if I'm going to," Connie said, hardly able to get 
the words out. The vision of herself lying under the bull had again entered 
her mind. As much as she wanted Kurt and Randy to fuck her, she wanted to 
bathe in the bull's jism even more. 

She pushed at Kurt's chest. "As soon as Brutus comes," she said, "you two 
guys can fuck me." 

"Shit!" Kurt said, releasing her. 

"Jerk him off quick," said Randy. "We'll hold his legs." 

While the two boys squatted, each setting his hands securely around one of 
Brutus's legs, near the hooves, Connie crawled underneath the beast's belly 
and sat on the straw directly in front of his hanging prick. She could feel 
the heat of the huge bull cock as it hung near to her tits. 

She looked at Kurt and Randy, as they squatted, their hard, ivory pricks 
whacked against their flat young bellies, the purple cockheads sticking up 
past their navels. Connie's cunt throbbed. As she sat, with her legs spread, 
her hot pussyjuice dribbled out onto the straw. Connie couldn't believe 
it-three cocks, and they were all hers! 

Brutus looked over his shoulder. He flicked his tail from side to side, 
whacking the boys on the head. 

"Take his prick," Kurt said to Connie. "He's starting to get nervous." 

"Yeah," Randy said, "rub it real easy until he gets used to it." 

Connie took a deep breath. She reached forward slowly, laying one hand on 
the other side of the bull cock, and, spreading the fingers of both hands, 
tried to hold the monster as if it were a huge submarine sandwich. Her small 
hands could hardly encircle the enormous bestial sex-organ. 

"It's so big!" she muttered. "How does a cow ever take it?" 

"Don't worry bout that now," Kurt said. "Start working on it." 

Connie began sliding her two hands up and down the huge cock. As she slid 
her hands over the moist, warm cockskin, the cockskin itself slid up and 
down over the stiffening shaft. All at once, the monster flexed, and Brutus 
snorted. 

"Keep at it," Randy said. "Work the skin faster. He's not sure he can trust 
us yet." 

Brutus snorted, trying to back out of his neck shackle. He twisted his head. 

"Easy boy!" Kurt said. "It's all right. Connie's gonna make you feel real 
good. She's gonna jack you off, the way me and Randy jack you off. Pretend 
you're fucking a cow. Pretend Connie's hands are a cunt." Kurt spoke in a 
gentle, but firm monotone. 

"Faster," Randy said. "Jack him faster." 

Connie's hands moved in long, firm strokes up and down the entire length of 
the huge cock. When her hands reached the base of the prick, the hot 
cockhead squirmed against her tits, then slipped up along her cheeks. 

Brutus groaned. His flanks quivered. His cock stiffened like a sword, and 
his pre-cum, thick as honey, began leaking from his huge piss-slit. The hot 
pre-cum ran down Connie's tits and belly. 

"Oh, Brutus," Connie sighed, "I love your cock." She kissed the piss-slit, 
and her lips dripped with the bull's pre-cum. "Mmm! Mmmm!" Connie licked the 
pre-cum from her lips. The taste was slightly tart. 

"Holy shit!" said Kurt. 

"She's gonna suck his cock!" said Randy. "I don't believe it!" 

Connie wrapped both arms around Brutus's prick. It was two feet long, and as 
big around as the fat end of a baseball bat. She hugged the hot, slippery 
monster to her tits. She shoved her pointed nipples inside the gaping 
piss-slit. Hot bull pre-cum frosted her tits. She got onto her knees and 
writhed up and down the flexing cock, slipping up and down it as if it were 
a greased thigh. 

Brutus let out a few bullish bellows. His front hooves clopped from time to 
time, but he no longer tried to back out of his neck-shackle. 

Connie hugged the huge bull cock as if it were a doll. She rubbed her cheeks 
lovingly against the burning cockhead. She nuzzled the gaping piss-slit, 
then slipped the tip of her tongue into it. Her lips fastened to the tip, 
and she sucked down Brutus's pre-cum while she slithered her pink tongue 
inside the bull's cock. 

Brutus snorted. As best he could from the position he was in, the black bull 
began to hump. 

"Oh, jeez!" Randy said. "What a cousin you've got, Kurt!" 

"Never seen anything like it!" Kurt said. "Look at her lick that bull's 
cock!" 

Connie was out of her mind. All she was aware of now was Brutus's naked cock 
sliding against her while she licked it from base to head. The taste of the 
bull's cock made her dizzy. She began kissing it, then nipping it with her 
teeth. Finally, she gnawed at it as if it were a piece of raw steak. 

"Don't eat it, for christsake!" gasped Kurt. 

"Jerk it off!" said Randy. "Make him come. If you bite his cock too much 
he'll get mad and start kicking." 

Connie recovered her senses and began sliding up and down the wet bull 
prick. The big cock flexed, as if a steel rod attached to a cable ran up its 
center. As Connie masturbated the enormous cock, rubbing it through her 
clasped arms, and against her tits and belly, she nuzzled it and licked. If 
the bull prick hadn't been so long, Connie would have sucked it. But it was 
much too big. All the young teenage girl could get into her mouth was the 
tip of the head. 

Brutus humped faster. His flanks quivered harder. His cock began to flex 
crazily. The arteries running up and down the shaft fluttered like hearts 
against Connie's palms. 

"He's gonna come any second," Kurt said. "Get ready, Connie." 

Connie worked on the slippery bull cock frantically. "Come, Brutus!" she 
panted. "Shoot, Brutus! Squirt your jism!" 

"Come on, boy," Randy said, "give her your jizz!" 

"Shoot it, Brutus!" Kurt said. 

Connie felt zinging vibrations shoot through Brutus's cock. She held the 
cock with all her strength and shimmied down it one last time. 

Brutus bellowed. His cock jerked, knocking Connie to the ground, and 
whacking against his belly with the sound of a whiffle-ball bat. 

"He's coming!" the two boys chanted in unison. 

"Oh, oh!" Connie gasped, trying to catch the flexing bull cock before Brutus 
wasted any of his jism. 

Just in time, Connie grabbed hold of the bucking cock. The bull's first 
enormous spurt blasted her in the open mouth. She swallowed greedily, 
bull-jism dripping from her lips and chin. The next spurt hit her in the 
forehead, and the next, in the tits. 

Brutus grunted, snorted, bellowed. His flanks contracted. His uncontrolled 
cock fired its jism in one quick spurt after another. 

Connie couldn't hold onto the cock anymore. She was swimming in bull-cum. 
Her torso and arms were slick with the thick, hot fluid. She fell backward 
onto the straw, watching Brutus's magnificent cock pump out the last of its 
jism. To Connie's squeals of delight, the hot gobs plopped right down upon 
her. One hot, sizzling gob splashed into her gaping mouth. 

"Are you all right?" Kurt asked. 

"Sure," Connie panted. She raised up and milked Brutus's deflating bull cock 
one final time, fastening her mouth to the piss-slit and sucking out every 
drop of jism she could find. She slid her tongue up the piss-slit and licked 
it out, then licked Brutus's dangling cock as clean as she could. 

Brutus snorted with satisfaction. He snatched up a mouthful of dry hay and 
munched on it contentedly while Connie cleaned his jism off her soft skin 
and licked it from her fingers. She wished bulls could be milked like cows. 
She'd drink a gallon of bull-jism a day, but only if it was fresh and warm 
from the bull's loins. 

Kurt and Randy let go of the bull's legs and stood up, pumping their cocks. 
Their faces and bodies glowed red. Their legs quivered. Spit leaked from the 
corners of their mouths. 

"OK, Connie," Kurt said, "come on out from under that bull. It's our turn 
now." 

"We're gonna fuck you," Randy said. Pre-cum dripped from his knuckles. 
"We're gonna fuck you good." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Connie crawled out from under Brutus on all fours. Her inner thighs, oiled 
with the pussyjuice that had run down them like melted butter, slipped and 
squished against each other. Connie's cunt lips were inflated like balloons. 
As they rubbed against each other, such hot sensations screwed through 
Connie's loins that she almost came. 

The sunlight streaming in through Brutus's window fell in a golden rectangle 
on a heap of fresh straw in one corner of the bull's pen. Kurt and Randy, 
their cocks dancing with anticipation, pointed to the heap of sun-filled 
straw. Connie crawled under the spotlight of warm sunshine and fell on her 
back in the cushiony straw. She spread her legs and held up her arms to her 
two handsome lovers. The two boys dove on her instantly, humping even before 
they landed on her. 

Connie wriggled under the two naked boys. They squirmed all over her, 
humping blindly. They bit her face and neck. They clawed her tits. All the 
while, Connie could feel their hearts hammering their ribcages, could feel 
their muscles quivering, could hear their grunts of unbridled boyish lust, 
could feel their hot pricks throbbing. The sweaty boys mauled her. They 
would tear her apart. Connie's cunt contracted rhythmically, squirting tiny 
droplets of cuntjuice onto the straw between her legs. 

"Oh, man!" Kurt gasped. "Let me in her!" 

"Oh, Jesus!" Randy moaned. "I wanna fuck her, too!" 

Connie would scream if one of the boys didn't shove his cock into her soon. 
"Ohhh," she moaned, "one of you, fuck me-please!" 

Randy rolled off the flesh-pile. "Fuck her, Kurt," he said. "Do it quick!" 

Kurt grunted like Brutus had. He wriggled between Connie's legs, humping 
with his arrowshaped cock. The hot boy-prick jabbed her cuntlips, her ass. 
It slipped against her belly and oiled legs. "Oh, oh, oh!" Kurt gasped. 

Connie forced her legs as wide apart as she could. "Shove it in!" she 
moaned, rolling her head from side to side. "Fuck me, Kurt! Put your prick 
in my pussy!" 

Randy thrust his hand between Connie's and Kurt's loins. "Lift up, Kurt," he 
said. "Lift your ass!" 

Kurt raised up just enough for Randy to grab hold of his slippery cock. 
Randy guided Kurt's cockhead between Connie's cuntlips. 

"Now!" Randy said. "Shove!" He yanked his hand away just as Kurt fucked in. 

"Aw!" Kurt groaned. His cock filled Connie's cunt. 

Connie's toes curled. Her flesh prickled. Her cousin's boy-prick filed at 
her clit. 

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Oh, Kurt!" 

"Fuck her!" panted Randy, pumping his cock as he watched. "Get your rocks 
off! Quick, Kurt! Shoot, buddy!" 

Kurt's skinny farm boy ass bounced up and down, the smooth asscheeks 
contracting. His seven-inch prick pistoned in and out of his young cousin's 
cunt. He crushed his hard chest and belly against Connie's tender flesh. He 
mashed his mouth to hers, chewing her lips, licking her teeth, drooling into 
her mouth. 

Connie's eyes rolled. Her sweaty young cousin was devouring her while his 
prick was slicing her up inside. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. 
She kicked at his ass and clawed at his back. His muscles writhed against 
her clutching fingers. 

"Harder!" Connie muttered into Kurt's mouth. "Fuck me harder!" 

Randy ran his hands all over the coupled fuckers, exciting them more. "Oh, 
Jesus Christ, Kurt," he gasped, "blast her! Blast her!" He thrust his middle 
finger into his mouth, withdrew it, then rammed the spit-slick finger up 
Kurt's asshole. 

Kurt's long body stiffened. His head snapped back, the whites of his eyes 
glowing. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he gasped, his loins jerking. "Ah!" His young jism 
exploded into Connie's cunt. For the first time, his cock spasmed inside a 
girl. 

Connie tightened her cunt rhythmically, milking the hot boy-cum out of her 
cousin's loins. The depths of her cunt throbbed, swimming in Kurt's jism. 

"Shoot it, darling!" Connie moaned. "Give me all you've got! I love you! I 
love you!" 

Kurt collapsed over Connie, melting into her. His lower back arched and his 
loins humped. Again and again and again he spurted into his cousin. The 
moment his ass stopped jerking and started twitching, Randy dragged him by 
the hips off Connie. Kurt's cum-drenched prick popped out of Connie's 
clutching cunt and pounded his belly as he fell on the straw beside the 
cousin he'd just fucked. 

As Randy mounted Connie, Connie reached over and milked the last sensations 
of orgasm from Kurt's twitching cock. She massaged Kurt's jism into his 
cockskin and smooth pink sac. Kurt lay there panting as if he'd just been 
shot. 

Randy's seven-inch cock found the entrance to Connie's cunt as if it were 
made of steel and Connie's cunt had a magnet inside. The prick sliced 
straight up Connie's cunt, and their hairy groins cracked together. 

"Ugh!" Randy groaned. "Jeez!" He wrapped his naked body around Connie's and 
ground his cock in and out of her cunt. 

Connie stroked Randy's lower back. The columns of writhing muscles along the 
sides of his spine were misted with boy-sweat. She slid her finger down his 
moist asscrack. His asscheeks gripped her finger. She forced her finger 
between the tight rings of his ass-hole. 

Randy groaned, humping wildly, rubbing his naked flesh all over Connie's. 
His nipples met Connie's nipples, and Randy writhed against her hard. 

"Oh, Randy!" Connie moaned. "Yes! Yes!" She felt so good she could hardly 
stand it. Randy's cock rubbed swirling tingles through her cunt. His fat 
balls churned against her ass. She wiggled her finger up Randy's asshole. 

"Oh, man!" Randy bellowed. "Ohhhh, wow!" 

His asshole contracted rhythmically around Connie's finger. Something firm 
and meaty, like a heart, swelled up in Randy's asshole and pressed at 
Connie's finger. Connie drilled her finger into the ballooning flesh. 

"Ah!" Randy whined. "Jesus! Oh! Eeeh!" His cock swelled and contracted. Hot 
jism squirted into Connie's loins. 

Connie jabbed the pulsating balloon of flesh in Randy's sucking asshole. She 
gyrated her bare ass in the straw, contracting her cunt, sucking Randy's 
boy-cum deep into her loins. Those luscious feelings she'd been waiting for 
welled up in her cunt. 

"Oh, Randy!" she whimpered. "I'm-coming-with-you!" Her loins exploded with 
orgasm. Hot arrows of pleasure shot up her legs, up her spine, into her toes 
and fingers and tits. 

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Randy grunted, squirting one hot spear of jism 
after another into Connie's cunt. 

Connie closed her eyes, crushed Randy against herself, and became a mass of 
pure fucking, feeling girl-flesh. She concentrated on the sensations shaking 
her body, trying to feel them even more intensely. She concentrated on the 
contractions of Randy's cock,, on his spurts of cum, on Randy's whimpers of 
pleasure. Randy shuddered in her arms, cooing like a baby. Connie held him 
like a mother. When he was finished coming, Connie kissed him on his cute, 
brown nose and pushed him off. 

"Wanna fuck me some more, Kurt?" she asked her cousin. She was still horny. 

Kurt grinned. "I'll fuck you forever, if you want me to." He moved to mount 
her again. 

Connie held up her hands. "Wait! This time I'll be on top. I'll sit on your 
cock." 

"Oh, Jesus Christ, I can't believe this," Kurt said, taking Connie's 
position on the bed of straw. He lay back, his bronze muscles shiny in the 
sunlight, his cock and balls still wet with cuntjuice and cum. 

Connie straddled him, then moved up over his neck. 

"What the hell?" Kurt said. 

"I want my pussy licked," Connie said, lowering her dripping cunt to her 
cousin's mouth. 

Kurt tried to push her away. "It's all full of jism!" 

Connie held his hands down with her hands and legs. "Eat my pussy! Please! I 
wanna have it licked." 

"Oh, go on and lick it," Randy said, relaxing on the straw beside them. 
"You've tasted jism before." 

"Please, Kurt?" Connie said, touching her dripping crotch to his lips. 

Kurt opened his mouth, letting Connie spread her gaping cunt over it. His 
tongue came out, and he started licking. 

"Mmmm! Mmmm! Feels good!" Connie said, wiggling her ass. "Shove your tongue 
up inside and lick me out." 

Kurt moaned suddenly, and wriggled his tongue up Connie's hungry young cunt. 
His teeth sank into her swollen pussy. He sucked at her clit. Jism and 
pussyjuice ran down over his cheeks and chin. 

Connie squealed. Kurt's tongue felt like a hot worm wriggling inside her. 
And the way he was sucking her clit made her eyes almost pop out. 

Randy lay down on top of Kurt and began chewing Connie's asscheeks while 
Kurt ate out her pussy. He sucked at the succulent flesh of her ass, nearly 
givng her asscheeks hickies. His tongue probed between her moist asscheeks. 

Connie loved all the attention the two boys' mouths were giving to her ass. 
She leaned forward onto her hands and turned her ass up enough to give 
Randy's tongue a shot at her asshole. Immediately, Randy's tongue tickled 
her moist young asshole and slid up inside her. 

"Eeeeeeh!" Connie shrieked. "I don't believe it! Oh, Randy, yeah! Feels so 
good! Lick out my asshole!" 

Randy and Kurt pressed their chins together, Randy sucking out Connie's 
asshole, and Kurt gnawing on her succulent, dripping young pussy. The two 
horny boys, pressed belly to belly, slurped and munched at Connie's ass 
until she thought she'd go insane. Her entire crotch was being devoured. 

Connie's toes tingled. All at once a swirl of hot feelings flooded her 
loins. Without warning, a freeand-easy sort of orgasm swept through her 
body. Her horny little ass twitched as if it were being switched. Her pussy 
gushed into Kurt's sucking mouth. 

"Oh! Mmmm!" Connie whined. "Coming!" She closed her eyes and wriggled, 
letting the orgasm overcome her. 

The orgasm passed as quickly as it had come, and Connie slumped forward. 
"Thanks, you guys," she said. She lifted up and crawled off Kurt's face. 

Kurt lay there with his mouth open, his nose and cheeks and neck glistening 
with Connie's cuntjuice, and with his own and Randy's cum. Randy lay on top 
of him, squirming. 

"Jeez, Connie," Randy said, "let us fuck you again!" He lifted up off Kurt 
and sank back on his heels, pumping his cock. 

Kurt licked the juices from his lips. "Yeah, Connie, we're both horny as 
hell." He grabbed his cock and stroked it. 

Connie's pussy contracted at the sight of their jerking cocks. She was dying 
to feel those purple-headed sticks rubbing inside her body. 

"That's what I wanted to do," she said, "but I just got carried away when 
Kurt started licking my pussy. I wish you could both fuck me at the same 
time." 

"We can," Randy said. "I know just how to do it. Get up over Kurt's cock 
like you were going to, and let him shove it in you. Sit on it." 

Connie straddled Kurt. She reached between her legs and grabbed Kurt's hard, 
squirming cock. She rubbed the head between her wet pussylips. 

"Oh, man!" Kurt said, tossing his head from side to side. "Sit on it, 
Connie!" 

Connie tightened her cunt and sank down on Kurt's hot cock. "Mmmm!" she 
cooed, feeling the stiff boy-cock slice into her. 

Kurt moaned. "Oh, jeez! Ohhh, jeeeez!" 

"Now lay on him," Randy directed, pushing Connie forward. 

Connie lay forward onto her naked cousin. Her nipples met his nipples. Their 
mouths pressed together. 

From behind, Randy guided Connie's spread legs backwards along Kurt's 
thighs. Then he crawled between Kurt's and Connie's legs. 

"Turn up your ass now, Connie," Randy said. 

Connie arched her back and turned up her ass. She was excited. She loved 
turning up her ass for horny boys, or for her father, or for her big, hairy 
dog. She shivered now, wondering what Randy was going to do. 

"Can you get two cocks up my cunt?" Connie asked. 

"We can try," Randy said. He rubbed her pussylips as they gaped around, and 
clung to, Kurt's hard cockshaft. He worked his finger up inside her, along 
the bottom of Kurt's cock. 

Connie felt her cunt really being stretched. "You sure you can get that big 
cock of yours inside there, too, Randy?" 

"I don't know," Randy said, rubbing his cockhead up and down Kurt's wet 
ball-sac to lubricate his cock with pussyjuice and jism, "but I'll try." 

Randy mounted Connie's ass and jammed his cockhead against the base of 
Kurt's cock, trying to hook it into Connie's stuffed pussy. He jabbed and 
jabbed, but his blunt-headed prick kept glancing off. 

"We need a crowbar or something," Randy said. 

Connie sighed. "Well, at least you tried. As soon as Kurt shoots, you can 
fuck me again." She wiggled her ass, beginning to slide along Kurt's long 
body, beginning to fuck his cock. 

"I still got an idea," Randy said. He remained mounted over Connie's ass, 
and began rubbing his slick cockhead up and down between her asscheeks. The 
hot cockhead pressed into her tender asshole. 

Connie realized what he was up to. "You can't shove it up my ass!" she said. 

"Why not?" Randy asked, leaning into her. 

Connie tensed. "You just can't. It'll hurt. Ohh, Randy, stop! Stop! Oweee!" 
Randy's cockhead had slipped inside her ass. The meaty head had locked 
itself inside her asshole. 

Randy paused. "Don't fight it. If you don't fight it, it won't hurt." 

Connie's asshole burned. Randy's cock was ripping her wide open. "Oh, 
don't-don't!" she gasped. She took deep breaths, trying to relieve the pain. 

Kurt kissed her on the nose. He licked a few tears from her cheeks. "Just 
relax your ass," Kurt said. "You'll love it, once he gets it in." 

"How would you know?" Connie said. She was ready to burst out bawling. 

"I know," Kurt said, "and so does Randy." 

"Sure," Randy said. "Me and Kurt both know what a cock up the ass feels 
like. We've seen it in Randy's dad's magazines. It only hurts the first 
time, and that's only because you're scared and all knotted up inside." He 
collapsed on Connie, ramming his cock up her ass to the hilt. 

Connie screamed. Flashes like lightning shot through her head. She knew 
she'd been killed. She closed her eyes and waited to float away into 
nothingness. 

Randy licked her ear, making her neck and shoulders tingle with goose bumps. 
Kurt darted his tongue into her mouth, making tingles swirl down her throat. 
The warmth of the two boy's naked bodies penetrated her through. Her loins 
were numb, although she could sense their fullness. 

"We love you," Randy whispered. He drilled his wet tongue into her ear. 

Connie felt herself melting. She sighed, recovering from her shock. The 
pulsebeats in the two hard pricks stuffing her loins began to make her 
tingle inside. Suddenly, Connie was moaning. The boys' hearts throbbed in 
unison, banging her from the front and behind. Their pricks throbbed 
with-identical rhythms in her loins. It was as if she had entered them and 
they had entered her. The three of them were one body. 

Randy flexed his prick inside Connie's asshole. Kurt responded by flexing 
his prick inside Connie's cunt. The boys' pricks were separated only by the 
thin partition of flesh between her cunt and asshole. 

Connie squirmed between her two young lovers. "I can't believe this is 
happening!" she muttered. "I can't believe how this feels! It doesn't hurt 
anymore. Mmm! I could lay here like this forever." 

"So could we," Randy said. He eased his ass upward an inch, then sank back 
down into Connie's asshole. 

A shower of tingles tickled Connie's loins. "Mmm! Do that again, Randy. I'm 
starting to really like it." 

"What did we tell you?" Randy asked. He began humping gently, two inches at 
a stroke at first, then increasing the length of his cock-thrusts as he 
quickened his rhythm. 

Under Connie, Kurt began to wiggle, doing his best to hump upward into her 
cunt. "Mmmm! Feels good," he said. "I can feel your prick rubbing against 
mine inside her, Randy. Mmm! Keep fucking her like that." 

"I can feel your prick against mine, too," Randy said. 

Connie wiggled between the boys. She wished she could hump her loins, but 
she was pinned so tightly between the boys' muscular bodies that all she 
could manage were side-to-side movements. 

"I love you, guys," she said. "Fuck me hard. Make me come again. Shoot more 
jism in me." 

Randy was fucking hard and fast now, yanking his prick nearly all the way 
out of Connie's juicy little asshole, then ramming in until his curly 
prickhairs scoured her gaping, young asshole. With each hard thrust, Randy's 
muscular lower belly smacked against Connie's upturned ass. With each 
in-and-out fuck of his cock, squishing sounds came from Connie's 
mucous-lubricated asshole. 

Connie's loins tightened inside with a million tiny knots of sexual tension 
getting ready to burst. She kicked her heels at Randy's ass, spurring him to 
fuck harder, faster. 

"Fuck me!" Connie wailed. "Oh, yes!" 

Randy's prick sliced in and out of Connie's asshole. Kurt's jerking cock 
screwed circles in her cunt. Each time Randy fucked in, his and Kurt's fat 
balls banged together and churned against each other. Kurt chewed Connie's 
lips while Randy gnawed on her neck. 

Connie's eyes crossed. Her loins tightened like a spring on the verge of 
unwinding. 

Randy gasped, slamming his cock deeply into her. His cock bloated and 
hardened. "Uh!" he grunted. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" He humped with small, uncontrolled 
jerks. His jism exploded in quick, sharp squirts. "Uh!" 

Kurt's eyes gaped. His muscles hardened and writhed. His loins churned. "I'm 
gonna come!" he gasped. "Oh!" His hot jism scalded the depths of Connie's 
cunt. 

The boys crushed Connie between them as they shot into her. Their bloated, 
pumping balls mashed together. Their stiff cocks flexed and spurted 
simultaneously inside her. 

Connie's pink toes curled with ecstasy for the third time in a row. The 
boys' jism shooting up her cunt and asshole pierced the knots of sexual 
tension in her screwed-up loins and released a flood of sexual pleasure. 
Connie moaned, letting the feelings stream through her, letting her body 
twitch and shudder between the two humping, spurting youths. 

Where had these feelings been all her life? She could easily lie here 
forever, feeling like this. She could easily lie here forever, wrapped up in 
the flesh of these beautiful naked boys, her loins stuffed with their cocks, 
her asshole and cunt absorbing their jism. She drowned in them. She was 
filled with them. 

"I love you guys," she muttered, her loins swimming with orgasm. 

Kurt and Randy grunted, blasting her with another round of hot jizz-wads. 

The sunlight streamed in through the barn window, warming the love-nest of 
golden, heaving teenagers. In the other corner of the bull-pen, Brutus 
contentedly gnawed his hay. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"You're sure this is safe?" Martin asked, glancing overhead at the wooden 
beam, then down at the post to which he was to fasten the rope Doreen had 
tossed over the slivery beam. 

"Nothing's completely safe," Doreen said. "But the chance that Arnold will 
give us any trouble is slim. He's perfectly cooperative when I play with him 
by myself. Of course, I've never tried to put him in this position before." 

Martin patted the donkey on the head. "He seems gentle enough, but once he 
gets worked up-then what happens?" 

"He brays and humps, but he's never once swung a hoof at me," Doreen said. 
"I've been jacking him off for years." 

Doreen's cunt contracted. She'd been jacking off Arnold and drinking his cum 
for ages, but she'd never dared trying to get him to fuck her. With Martin 
here, and willing to assist, she would feel the donkey's prick up her cunt 
for the first time. 

"OK," Martin said. "I just hope nothing goes wrong." 

A sunny breeze carried the aroma of freshly plowed earth into Arnold's open 
stall. The horse stable was situated on a small rise above the barn, and its 
south side looked out over the same hills Doreen could see from her perch in 
the hayloft. Now, with the door to Arnold's stall swung wide open, the 
sunlight blasted in, and out on the distant hills, Doreen and Martin could 
see tiny, slow-moving dots-neighboring farmers plowing their fields. 

Martin pulled off his pants and stretched naked in the sunlight. "Any of 
your neighbors carry binoculars?" he asked. 

Doreen laughed. Stepping out of her jeans, she stood up and wrapped her arms 
around his chest. "If they do," she said, "they're going to get the show of 
their lives." 

She snuggled against Martin's hairy chest. His hard eight-inch prick 
pulsated between their bellies. In the five days Martin had been here, she'd 
yet been unable to see his prick soft. At thirty-seven, he was as horny as a 
seventeen-year-old. He loved sex as much as she did. 

She sucked his nipples. "Darling, have you thought any more about staying?" 

Martin squeezed her. "Yes. A lot. If Connie agrees to it, I'd like to stay." 

Doreen slid down his belly and took hold of his cock. She kissed the hot 
head, licking a tear of pre-cum from the piss-slit. "Then this prick will be 
mine. And all of you will be mine. And Kurt will have a father again." 

Martin's cock flexed. "And Connie will have a mother again," he said. "You 
know, I think Connie and Kurt have been making it." 

"I know they've been making it," Doreen said. She licked his cock. "I've 
never seen Kurt so giddy. The little stud is walking three feet off the 
ground. His prick never goes down. He doesn't even try to hide it. He just 
wiggles it for Connie and grins." 

"Incest," Martin said. "Teenage cousins fucking. Dad fucking daughter. All 
you have to do is fuck Kurt, and we'll have covered all possibilities in 
this family." 

"Not all possibilities," Doreen said. "I could get it on with Connie. I'd 
sure like to. You think she'd mind?" 

"I don't think Connie would mind anything, if it made her feel good," Martin 
said. 

"Good," Doreen said. "I haven't sucked on a pussy since Betty and I were 
girls. Say, maybe you'd like to suck on Kurt's cock." 

Martin smiled. "I'll have to think about that. I haven't sucked on a cock 
since I was a young kid myself. What about Kurt, though? Would Kurt want his 
uncle to suck on his cock?" 

"He and Randy suck each other's cocks. I don't see why he should mind you 
doing it. What I'm wondering about is whether he'd want me to do it. I still 
almost shit in my pants every time I think about getting it on with my own 
son." 

Martin pulled Doreen up and hugged her. "I've been telling you all week not 
to let it worry you. Kurt has probably jacked off thinking about making it 
with you a thousand times. Just do it. Think about it after you've done it. 
Stop worrying, and just do it." 

Doreen shivered in Martin's arms. The thought of fucking Kurt gave her 
chills. Her pussy contracted, and warm cunt juice trickled down her legs. 
She shimmied her legs together. 

"I will," she said. "I'll do it-tonight. But right now, Arnold is waiting." 

Arnold stood in his stall tugging stalks of yellow hay out of the bales 
piled up before him. 

"He's eating the marriage bed," Martin said. "We'd better get this over with 
before we have to pile up some more bales." 

Doreen checked the knot attached to the collar of the harness. "All we have 
to do is get him to put his front legs up on the bales." 

"He's too heavy to lift without attaching a pulley to that beam," Martin 
said. 

"No problem," Doreen said. "I can get him up. All you have to do is pull the 
rope tight and tie it to the post. After that he'll either have to break the 
rope, break out of his harness, or pull down the stable on top of us to get 
down." 

"A pleasant thought," Martin said, taking hold of the rope. "Any time you're 
ready." 

Doreen felt like shitting. This was it. She climbed up on the bales in front 
of Arnold. 

"Come on, Arnold," she said, "sniff." She sat in front of the donkey's nose 
with her legs spread. 

Arnold shoved his nose in her crotch. His big tongue came out and he licked 
her salty slit. 

"We've got him now," Doreen said. She slid backwards to the end of the 
bales. 

Arnold's neck stretched. He strained his head forward to lick some more. 

Doreen spread her pussylips with her fingers, letting the breeze nip at her 
juicy pussy and carry her scent into the air. 

"Come on, Arnold," she said. "Come and get it." 

Arnold reared up and rested his front hooves on the bales. He stretched 
toward Doreen's pussy, his tongue lapping at the air. 

Martin pulled the rope tight, suspending Arnold's front portions from the 
beam. 

"Tie it good," Doreen said. 

While Martin tied the rope to the post, Doreen stood up on the bales and 
hugged Arnold's head. "Good boy," she said, letting the donkey lap at her 
belly and cunt. 

"All secure," Martin said. "Jesus Christ, look at that!" He pointed to 
Arnold's prick. 

The donkey's arm-length prick was pounding the edge of the bales. Arnold 
brayed, and humped. 

"Better get under him quick," Martin said. "He looks about set to cream the 
haybales." 

Doreen sat down on the bales and slid under the donkey. She lay back, 
spreading her legs wide. "Bend his prick up past the edge of the bales and 
give it to me," she said. 

"OK," Martin said. "Here goes." He crouched under Arnold's loins and took 
hold of the huge donkey cock. "Christ, you could use this for a baseball 
bat!" He bent the stiff prick sideways and lifted it up to clear the bales. 
He dropped the heavy, quivering cock onto Doreen's belly. "It's all yours." 

Doreen almost shit. With Arnold secured safely in a humping position, she 
could do whatever she wanted to with his monstrous prick. She could let him 
fuck her from front or behind. 

She wrapped her arms and legs around the jerking monster. She rubbed its 
underside back and forth over her belly. She rubbed her nipples against the 
fat, dripping head. Her pussy gushed. She could easily bring herself off 
just by sliding up and down this beautiful donkey-cock. 

Martin stood beside her, pumping his cock. "Take your time, honey," he said. 
"I might shoot off a few times before you get done making love to that 
donkey, but, Christ, it'll be worth it. I've never seen anything quite so 
exciting." 

Doreen threw Martin a kiss. "You're a beautiful man," she said. She kissed 
the head of Arnold's cock. "And you're one hell of a beautiful cock." 

Arnold shifted on his hind feet. He humped, sliding his long cock back and 
forth along Doreen's belly as she hugged it against her. Arnold's balls 
swung against Doreen's crotch. Arnold's cockhead, at the same moment, filed 
over Doreen's lips. Arnold's cock, from base to head, reached from Doreen's 
crotch to her nose. Doreen fastened her lips around the end of the enormous 
head while she milked the long shaft with her hands. Her mouth filled with 
warm, thick, donkey pre-cum, and she swallowed it. 

Lord, she thought, I'd like to suck off this donkey right now! He'd squirt 
out gobs and gobs of hot jism. But she'd sucked off Arnold hundreds of 
times. Now was the time to let him fuck her. She might never get the chance 
again to feel a donkeycock up her cunt. 

Doreen slid backwards until Arnold's swollen cockhead nipped her pussylips. 
Spreading her cunt as wide as possible, she positioned the slippery cockhead 
between her pussylips. She held tightly to the hard shaft arid pulled, 
forcing the baseball-sized cockhead into her cunt. 

"Oh, Christ!" she grunted. "It's so goddamned big!" 

Arnold brayed, humping. His cock jammed five inches up Doreen's cunt. For a 
moment, Doreen almost passed out. 

Doreen sank her fingernails into the shaft of the bucking cock. "I'm glad I 
had a baby before I tried this," she said, trying to take her mind off the 
pain. If she could only relax! 

She took deep breaths, clawing Arnold's cock to make him stop humping. 

"Jesus Christ!" Martin gasped. "I'm gonna come! Wanna take it?" He fell 
forward under the donkey and shoved his jerking cock toward Doreen's gaping 
mouth. 

Doreen, still clutching Arnold's enormous cock-impaled on it as if on a 
fence post-squirmed like a snake to get at Martin's cock. She sucked up the 
purple head just as the first squirt of man-jism gushed from the piss-slit. 

"Ah!" Martin groaned. "Suck it out!" 

Doreen sucked like a baby. "Mmmmm!" she moaned, swallowing spurt after spurt 
of Martin's hot jism. 

Martin's cock bucked in her mouth. The big head swelled. The shaft pulsated. 
Each time the cock flexed, a squirt of cum shot down Doreen's throat. When 
he finished shooting, Martin pulled his cock out of Doreen's mouth and 
crawled out from under the donkey. 

"Thanks," Doreen said, licking the cum from her lips. 

Martin smiled at her. He stroked his cock, bringing it back to a full 
erection. 

In the few moments Doreen had paused to suck the jism from Martin's loins, 
her cunt had relaxed. Arnold's mammoth cock, buried five inches up her 
loins, no longer caused her great pain. Her cunt, though stretched to near 
tearing, began to throb with pleasure in response to the pulsations of the 
baseball-bat-sized donkey-cock. Doreen began to stroke the cockmeat, a 
signal to Arnold that he should resume his humping. 

Doreen reached out and took one of Arnold's front legs in each of her hands. 
Having his front hooves secured, he'd be less likely to step on her with 
them when he got excited, and Doreen, having something to hold on to, would 
be able to brace herself, and thus to control the depth of the donkey's 
cockthrusts. 

Arnold snorted. His tongue hung out, and warm donkey spittle drooled down on 
Doreen's face. His flanks quivered. He brayed once, and began to hump. 

Doreen gasped, trying to relax. Arnold's cock slid six more inches up her 
cunt before Doreen slid backwards on the hay bales. Doreen had never been 
penetrated that deeply. 

"Oh, God, help me!" she groaned. She braced herself, letting Arnold withdraw 
his cock and thrust again. "Jesus Christ! Uh! Uh! Martin, he's killing me." 

"Firpull him out of you," Martin said, moving towards her. 

"No! No, Martin! Let him fuck! I have to go through with this. Aw! Christ!" 
Arnold's cock rammed the back of her cunt. 

Doreen clenched her teeth. She forced her legs wider. "Split me in two, you 
horny bastard!" 

Arnold brayed, humping with quick, short, cock-thrusts. His cock pistoned in 
and out of her a full eleven inches, but that eleven inches was barely the 
first third of the length of his cock. 

Doreen writhed, impaled on the gigantic cock. Her cunt ached, stretched as 
it had never been stretched by any cock. At the same time, a delicious 
warmth and stuffed sensation filled her loins. Her cunt gushed, lubricating 
the sliding donkey-prick. 

"Fuck me, you big hairy beast!" Doreen moaned. "Oh, baby, fuck the shit out 
of me! 

With each shivering stroke, Arnold's cock slid more easily in Doreen's 
wide-stretched cunt. The donkey began to gyrate his loins ever so slightly 
as he humped, making Doreen wriggle all over the hay bales. 

"Oh! Uh! Yes! Yes! Arnold, fuck me!" she gibbered. "Do it! Do it! Drive it! 
Move it! Oh! Oh! Ah!" 

Excited by Doreen's squirming and gibbering, Arnold brayed again and again. 
His huge nostrils flared. He humped crazily, driving his stiff cock in and 
out of Doreen's cunt with the speed of a stud dog. 

Doreen's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. Her cunt was stretched like a 
balloon about to burst. Arnold's sawing cock nearly filed her clit off. 

"Oh! Oh! Uh! Uh! Uh! No!" Doreen shrieked. "Yes! Oh, Lord I'm coming! Aw!" 
Doreen's legs hovered in the air and jerked. She longed to wrap her legs 
around a set of tight loins, but with Arnold, that was impossible. All she 
could do was to spread her legs as wide as she could and let Arnold fuck the 
unbearable sensations out of her cunt. She was wide-open, spread completely, 
and coming. 

Arnold's donkey-prick jerked. Shudders passed through the length of the 
monstrous cock. His brays became even higher-pitched. With a murderous 
cockthrust, the big donkey spurted. 

Doreen screamed. Arnold's jism scalded the pit of her spasming loins. 
Doreen's loins jerked in the air. Arnold's flexing, spurting cock was waving 
her ass above the hay bales as if she were light as a doll. Each time the 
donkey's gigantic cock flexed, Doreen found her ass waving in the air and 
her legs dangling. 

"Shoot it, you beautiful beast!" Doreen gasped. "Yes!" 

Arnold spurted a dozen times before he slowed his orgasmic humping, braying 
all the while, and dancing on his hind legs. Doreen held on, clawing the 
balls of her feet with her toenails, her sensations were so intense. As 
Arnold's orgasm ended, his huge cock softened like a deflating balloon. The 
spongy cock, glistening with donkey-cum, plopped onto the hay bale with a 
thud as it slipped out of Doreen's cunt. 

Doreen fell back, exhausted. As Arnold's cock slid out of her she felt as if 
her insides had fallen out. 

"Are you all right?" Martin asked. He stood at her side, his face burning, 
his hand pumping frantically up and down his cock. 

"Fine," Doreen sighed. 

"Never saw anything so exciting," Martin said. He breathed heavily. His eyes 
were glazed with lust. 

He reached for Doreen's leg, tugging at it. "Swivel toward me, Doreen. I 
want a look at your cunt." 

Doreen, still under the donkey, turned toward Martin, letting him feast his 
eyes between her spread legs. . ;!!t ; 

"Jesus Christ!" he said. "Your cunt's wide open. I could stick my hand up 
it." 

"Do it," Doreen said. She was excited. She could feel the warm breeze 
swirling up her gaping cunt. 

Martin pushed five fingers inside her. Then he shoved his fist in. With a 
twisting motion, he screwed his arm up her cunt halfway to his elbow. 

Doreen sighed. "Mmm! Martin, that's beautiful." 

"I can't believe this," Martin muttered. "I just can't believe this." 

Doreen wriggled, impaled on Martin's arm. She contracted her cunt, sucking 
Martin's hand and arm as if it were a cock. "Like it?" she cooed. 

"Oh, Christ!" Martin gasped. His cock exploded, Hot jism shot out and pelted 
Doreen's belly and tits. 

Doreen tilted her head forward and watched the beautiful man-cock spurt. 
Thick white ropes of cum leapt from the gaping piss-slit and splashed all 
over her. Between her legs, Martin's arm moved furiously in and out of her 
cunt. 

Doreen caught up handfuls of hot jism and ate it. Then she fell back and 
concentrated on the feeling of Martin's arm sliding in and out of her cunt. 
In less than a minute, her cunt swam with orgasm. 

"Martin," she moaned. "Oh, Martin! I feel so good!" 

Martin ground his hand and arm in and out of her. When Doreen finished 
spasming, he eased his arm out and laid it on her chest. The hairy arm 
glistened with Arnold's donkey-jism. 

Doreen hugged the arm that had just fucked her. She began to lick it. Her 
loins had kept Arnold's jism warm. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

From the dark hallway, Doreen looked in on Martin and Connie. She made no 
sound, so as not to disturb them. In the dim light of the bed lamp, father 
and daughter fucked. 

Martin, his muscular body nearly twice the, size of his daughter's, lay flat 
out on top of his little girl, his asscheeks flexing as he humped into her. 
Connie, her long blonde hair trailing out and hanging off the edge of the 
mattress, was all but buried under her father. Only her arms, wrapped around 
his back as her fingers clawed his flesh, only her legs, spread wide and 
kicking the air as her father thrust between them-only these parts of her 
were visible under the heaving mass of her father's flesh. 

"Fuck me, Daddy!" Connie's muffled voice came from under her father. "Oooh, 
Daddy, I love you. Fuck me good!" Her little feet paddled his ass, spurring 
the grunting man to fuck her harder. 

Martin groaned. His body was a writhing mass of quivering muscle. As he 
rammed his cock in and out of his daughter, the bedsprings screamed, and, at 
times, the bed's headboard clunked against the wall. 

Doreen smiled to herself. Martin and Connie had been fucking like this night 
after night, ever since they'd come to the farm. They'd begin humping at 
each other the moment they'd climb into bed, and they would continue until 
nearly dawn. Each night, Doreen would lie in her own bed, listening to their 
excited mutters, to the creaking bedsprings, to their cries of orgasmic 
pleasure. Martin would come two or three times a night, and Connie would 
come more times than Doreen cared to count. Doreen herself, while listening 
to them, would rub herself off repeatedly. 

Doreen turned away from their door. She would have enjoyed watching father 
and daughter spasm together, but tonight she didn't have the time. Tonight 
she was determined to do with Kurt what Martin did with Connie. 

Naked, she walked down the hall, her lubricated pussylips squishing 
together, corkscrews of excited pleasure needling upward through her loins. 
Her thighs slipped against each other sensuously. She was wet from crotch to 
knees, and a stream of pussyjuice was already trickling down the inside of 
one calf. Without knocking, she pushed open Kurt's door. 

"Mom!" Kurt said, startled. He stepped away from the wall, to which he'd 
been pressing his ear, and he let go of his stiff cock, which he'd been 
pumping. 

Doreen stepped through the doorway and shut the door behind her. "They're 
really going at it, aren't they?" she said. 

Kurt blushed. "Yeah. They have been, ever since they got here. They're so 
noisy, I can't help but hear them." 

Doreen laughed. "Especially when you glue your ear to the wall." 

"Guess so," Kurt said. He grinned sheepishly, his eyes glinting up at her 
from below his bangs. 

"Mind if we talk?" Doreen asked, pointing toward the bed. 

"Uh-uh," Kurt said. 

Kurt and Doreen sat side by side at the edge of Kurt's mattress. Both mother 
and son were stark naked. Kurt's hard cock stood up against his belly and 
beat a steady rhythm. Doreen draped her arm over Kurt's shoulders. This 
situation was nothing new for either of them. They'd sat like this-naked, 
touching, Kurt's cock hard-countless times. They'd sat like this and talked 
on many nights since Jake had bid them both goodbye and had left the farm. 
Tonight, however, unlike so many other nights, Doreen knew what she wanted. 

Martin was responsible. His encouragement, the shameless way he fucked 
Connie, had helped drive that little voice of irrational, superstitious 
guilt out of Doreen's mind. Tonight, her years of frustrated longing for her 
son would be satisfied. Tonight, she would be fulfilled. 

"Guess what, darling-Connie and Uncle Martin are going to stay with us." 

Kurt's brown eyes glowed. "Are you serious?" 

"Of course. Have I ever lied to you? They'll be going back for awhile. 
Martin wants Connie to finish her semester at school. In the meantime, 
Martin will sell the house. As soon as school lets out, they'll be 
back-permanently." 

"Wow!" Kurt said. "Are you and Uncle Martin going to get married?" 

"We haven't decided that yet. It doesn't matter a hell of a lot, though. 
Either way, we'll all be a family." 

"Me and Connie will be like brother and sister," Kurt said. "Shit! I've 
gotta go call Randy." 

Doreen held him down as he tried to spring up. "At this hour? It's nearly 
midnight. The Ritters went to bed hours ago." 

"But Mom, I won't even sleep tonight if I don't tell Randy. Please?" 

Doreen wrapped her arms around him. "Absolutely not." She kissed his nose. 

Kurt sighed with frustration. 

"Even if you told him, you wouldn't sleep tonight," Doreen said. "Neither of 
us is going to sleep tonight." She reached down and wrapped her hand around 
his stiff cock. 

Kurt tensed, held his breath, then toppled backwards onto the bed. He 
stretched hard, as if he'd been sitting in a cramped position for years. His 
cock quivered in Doreen's hand. Contracting his loins muscles, he wiggled 
his stiff boy-cock. 

"Oh, Mom!" he said, sighing. "I thought you'd never do that. I've been 
waiting and waiting for so long." 

Doreen held his cock at the base and wagged it in the air, watching the head 
glow purple and the pissslit gape. "Neither did I," she said. "If it hadn't 
been for Uncle Martin, and Connie, maybe I never would." 

Holding Kurt's cock by the base with one hand, and cupping his smooth balls 
with the other, Doreen leaned over and sucked her son's cock into her mouth 
for the first time. 

"Oh, Jesus, Mom!" Kurt gasped. "I can't believe this is really happening. 
Jesus, you're sucking my cock!" As he spoke, his cock jerked in Doreen's 
mouth as if it were trying to escape. 

Doreen forced her mouth down on her son's seven-inch prick until its hot 
head massaged her throat. And her lips were buried in his soft pubic hair. 
She squeezed his balls. She began to bob her head, massaging Kurt's 
cockshaft with her lips as she moved up and down on it, and darting her soft 
tongue at the sensitive underside of the head. 

Kurt moaned, undulating his skinny hips. His cock throbbed and quivered, 
bubbling pre-cum. 

Doreen toyed with the warm pearls of boyish pre-cum, then let them slide 
down her throat. The boy's juice was the sweetest pre-cum she'd ever tasted. 
Kurt's cock was the sweetest cock she'd ever-sucked. 

"Eat it, Mom," Kurt moaned. "Suck my prick. Make me come." He wrapped his 
fingers in her hair and guided her head up and down. 

Doreen sucked gently, tonguing the boy's cock up and down while she bobbed 
her head. She was rewarded for her skilled cock-sucking by excited flexings 
of her son's stiff prick. 

Kurt tossed his brown-haired head from side to side. He began to buck his 
skinny loins, thrusting his slim, seven-inch cock upward, fucking his 
mother's warm mouth. 

"Mmm!" he sighed. "Ohh, Mom, feels good! Mmm, lick it, Mom. Lick it under 
the head." 

Doreen twirled her wet tongue at the strand of sensitive flesh on the 
underside of her son's cock, just below the head. At the same time, she 
gyrated her bobbing head, stimulating every sweet inch of her son's teenage 
prick. She knew how to please a boy. 

Kurt's ridged abdominal muscles rolled and danced as he squirmed. Lying flat 
out on the bed, he threw his arms out to the sides, presenting himself in a 
position of crucifixion, giving his boyish body to his mother totally. 

Doreen squeezed his balls rhythmically as they rolled and throbbed in her 
palm. She drooled on his hot, stiff cock, sucking and tonguing it with all 
the skill she had. 

Kurt's cock bucked and flexed and squirmed in her mouth. The shaft arteries 
fluttered against her lips. Zinging vibrations shot through its fleshy core. 
Kurt began to grunt, his mouth gaping, his nostrils dilated, his brown eyes 
swimming. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Mom!" He tensed for a moment, then fell back, thrashing and 
shooting. "Ohhhhhh, I'm coming! Ah!" His voice cracked, altering between 
high and low as he cried out his pleasure. 

Doreen relaxed her jaws and let Kurt's prick squirt, let the spasming 
boy-cock flop around loosely in her mouth like a squirming fish, dashing its 
boy-cum at her cheeks, at the roof of her mouth, at the back of her throat. 
The horny boy ejected his warm jism in thin, forceful spurts, giving a 
water-pik-like stimulation to the sensitive tissues of his mother's mouth. 
Doreen let her mouth fill with sweet boy-cum, savoring the boyish taste 
before she swallowed it. 

Grunting like a young bull, Kurt released the last of his jism, then slumped 
back, panting. He twisted the back of his head against the mattress like a 
cat. His hot prick, twitching still with post-orgasmic thrills, remained as 
stiff as a stick of wood as it flopped out of Doreen's mouth. 

"Thanks, Mom," Kurt said. "You made me feel real good." He raised up on his 
elbows, watching his prick twitch. The flushed, seven-inch boy-cock stood up 
in the air at a forty-five degree angle to his flat belly. 

He glanced sheepishly up at his mother, his brown bangs nearly covering his 
shiny eyes. Doreen smiled at him, licking his jism from her lips, and trying 
to catch her breath. 

"Want me to fuck you, Mom?" he asked. 

Doreen fell beside him and kissed him. "There's nothing more in the world I 
want, my beautiful young stud." She turned face-down, presenting her son her 
ass. "Do whatever you want to me," she said. 

Kurt rolled on top of her, muttering excitedly to himself. His stiff prick 
found its way between her thighs immediately, pistoning in and out between 
them like a hot, slippery poker. 

Doreen snuggled down into the mattress, giddy with the feeling of being 
enjoyed by her young son. The horny boy nibbled on her ear, whispering 
filthy fuck-words to her. 

"Mom, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna stab your cunt with my prick and fuck 
you silly. Oh, man! Shit! Wish Randy was here to see this. Him and me would 
both fuck you." 

Doreen spread her legs, letting Kurt wriggle his skinny loins between them, 
letting his stiff cock jab at her wet cunt. She shoved a pillow under her 
hips, raising them, then turned up her ass to give Kurt an easy angle for 
fucking. 

"Oh, Mom, you're so sexy!" Kurt muttered. He sat back and spread her 
cuntlips with his thumbs. "Oh, Jesus, what a juicy cunt! Oh, man!" 

The excited youth slid down between his mother's legs and buried his face in 
her juicy crotch, sucking immediately at her hot pussy flesh. As he licked 
and munched, slurping up mouthfuls of his mother's juice and swallowing it, 
he twisted his face into her raw cuntflesh, burying his nose inside her, 
bathing his face in her hot juices. 

"Oh, Mom, Mom! You taste so sexy. I'm eating you, Mom! I'm sucking your 
pussy. I wish I could crawl right up inside you, Mom. I could live inside 
you, eating your sexy meat all day and all night." 

Doreen groaned, forcing her legs apart as wide as she could spread them. "I 
wish you could, too, darling. Oh, sweetheart, eat me! Eat all of me!" She 
wiggled her ass, wishing she could screw her cunt right down over her son's 
head. She wanted him inside her, eating her out forever. Kurt bit into her 
clit. Holding the quivering sex bud trapped between his sharp young teeth, 
he flailed it with his wet tongue. 

A hot arrow of pleasure shot up Doreen's cunt, her pussy walls spasmed. She 
squirmed with orgasm, her cunt gushing. 

"Kurt, Kurt, I'm coming! Uh! Eeeh!" 

"Christ!" Kurt gasped. He nearly bit her clit off as he jerked his face out 
of her crotch. Within a second, he had mounted her, and his stiff prick had 
rammed up her spasming cunt. 

Doreen flashed with goose bumps as her son's hot, young body covered her, as 
his electrically charged prick screwed into her churning cunt. As Doreen 
moaned, writhing with orgasm, her son humped frantically at her twitching 
ass, his flat belly slapping at her dancing asscheeks. 

"Fuck me!" Doreen whined, the sudden onslaught of her son's fucking making 
her want to curl up and chew on a piece of wood. 

Kurt's teenage prick jerked in and out of Doreen's cunt with such speed that 
it whipped up her pussyjuice like cream. The cock flexed and squirmed, the 
bloated head glowing like an ember. Kurt slammed into his mother, crushed 
her in his arms, and let his jism fly. 

"Ah! Mom! Eee!" The spasming, spurting boy, mad with lust, ground his loins 
at his mother's ass, and gnawed at her back as if he wanted to devour her. 

Doreen's orgasm was just subsiding as Kurt's orgasm began. She relaxed into 
the mattress, super-sensitive to her son's cock-thrusts and spurts. She 
could feel the shudders of pleasure and excitement pass through his skinny 
young body. She could sense the electrical vibrations in his prick as it 
shot his jism. She counted his spurts, nine in all, and each one, hot and 
sharp as it drilled into her cunt. 

After the boy's orgasm ended, he lay on his mother a few minutes, panting, 
Doreen cooed, hugging the arm he'd draped around her neck. She listened to 
her son's satisfied breathing as if it were the sweetest music. She shivered 
each time his spent, but still-hard prick, flexed in her cunt. 

The room became still-nothing but the sound of Kurt panting and of his heart 
throbbing. Then, suddenly, Doreen was aware of sounds outside-frogs 
croaking, cows in the barn, a bray from the stable, Sam letting out a few 
barks. A few thuds shook the bedroom wall, and a distant, high-pitched 
squeal echoed through the night air: 

"Eeh! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" 

Kurt laughed. "They never stop. Jesus!" 

"You think we'll ever get used to their constant fucking?" Doreen asked. 

"I hope not," Kurt said. "Every time I hear Connie scream like that I almost 
shoot off. She's really a sexy girl." 

Doreen wiggled her ass. "Kurt, honey, your old Mom is still horny. You feel 
like some more fucking?" 

With a boyish snicker, Kurt yanked his cock out of his mother's cunt and 
drove it up her asshole. "Feels good!" he muttered. "Tight!" 


THE END
