DOG-LOVING FAMILY
By Paul Gable


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the
girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Ann Parker is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a
love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like
snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
DOG-LOVING FAMILY – a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of
its real problems.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Why the fuck am I so damned proud? Ann Parker asked herself.
She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at her image through the thickening
mist. Behind her the shower was splashing into the tub. It would be another lonely
night... another evening of washing up, then going to bed alone. Alone! The word made
her sick, made her shiver with disgust when she thought of the firestorm brewing
between her legs. If only she had the courage her children had. If only she had the
courage to get dressed and go out to look for a man!
"Man," she whispered, feeling the flesh around her pussy and nipples crawling.
Yes, she needed a cock. Ann needed to have her cunt fucked by a good, long, hard,
thick cock. It had been far too many years for her since she'd been to bed with a man.
Of course she had had Richard and Bonnie to raise, a hard job even with her dead
husband's insurance money and pension fund. Frank had been good about planning for
his demise. At least they were all living comfortably.
"Ummmmm..." she moaned.
The burning itch between her shivering thighs was getting worse now, worse than it
had been for several nights. Her fingers tightened around the cracked porcelain sink,
her knees drawing together while her feet tried to support her trembling body.
She felt the subtle rub of her cunt walls as she rocked back and forth. She closed her
eyes and thought about writhing on a bed with some strange man pinning her down,
holding her firmly by the shoulders while his cock fucked deep into her body.
Just the thought of being fucked, just the idea of having a man in the same room with
her made the frustrated woman weak with lust.
This has got to stop... it just has to, she thought to herself, moving her legs a little
farther apart. Oh, it's no good, no good at all this way!
"Ohhh..." she moaned when she drew her legs back together again.
Pressing her knees firmly against one another and dipping her asscheeks up and down,.
Ann could feel her clit touching her puffy cuntlips, feel her pussy swelling with
excitement. Fanning out her fingers on her belly, the blonde thirty-seven-year-old
woman pushed them down until she could feel the wiry hairs of her cunt thicket
tickling the sensitive skin behind her nails. How hot she was down there... how hot and
moist! Again Ann sucked in a ragged breath, stiffening her back while her knees
trembled.
"I can't... just can't... it's so... foolish," she said, pushing herself away from the sink and
brushing the hair from her eyes.
She was a mature woman, a mother with two teenagers to worry about. How could she
even think of touching herself like this when... no, of course not. Bonnie and Richard
were out at the movies, together for a change. No one was home. No one was in that
big, empty two-story house except her and Rush, the big black Doberman Ann had
purchased and trained one year ago for protection. Who would see her if she decided to
jerk herself off? Who would point an accusing finger?
"I would," she whispered, slipping her hand away from her pussy. She bent over the
tub.
She needed a good cold shower to take care of her lust. Cold water would take care of
her problem. She flicked the lever, stepped into the tub and directed the icy spray on
her tits and pussy. Her heart skipped a beat as the cold drops pelted her flesh, raising
gooseflesh wherever they landed.
Somewhat to her dismay Ann felt the icy water working, bringing down the swelling of
her overheated pussy until she couldn't feel the itchy tingle any more. Cold showers.
An old joke, but how well they worked!
Stepping from the tub, she toweled herself off, wrapping the large terry-cloth towel
around her lithe body and padding from the bathroom. It was still early – a little after
ten. Maybe she would wait up for her children. She was so glad Bonnie and Richard
were finally going out together once in a while. They used to fight like cats and dogs
over nothing, bringing Ann nearly to tears at times. During the past year, however,
they seemed to have made some sort of peace. Children did that quite often without
any help from adults. Besides, what could she do? Ann realized she had made a botch
of her own life. What qualifications did she have to straighten out the lives of others?
What a depressing thought. She needed a drink, some liquor to wash away thoughts of
her children, thoughts of men and the hefty cocks some of them sported between their
legs.
"Good old Scotch," she breathed, standing next to the oak wet bar and pouring herself
a tall drink. Clinking the ice cubes against the glass, Ann tilted her head back and let
the burning liquor trickle down her throat.
She had been drinking far too much lately. It was a symptom, a serious indication of
her boredom, of her frustration. Bonnie and Richard, both of them, were far more
independent than she was when she was their age. School organizations took up some
of her time. But Ann felt she needed something more to make her life complete,
something that would make her feel like a complete woman.
Ann gathered the towel more tightly around her, then sashayed to the long blue couch
resting in the middle of the living room. In the picture window, she saw her image –
attractive, even sexy, wearing nothing but a towel. Men would find her attractive, had
found her attractive. Even at PTA meetings when she dressed herself up like a spinster,
Ann caught roving eyes looked at her, saw those stretch-marked women reining in their
husbands as they admired her firm legs, her thirty-six-inch tits riding high and proud.
She smiled, toasted her reflection in the glass and took another sip. They looked, but no
one made a move. Half the men she knew were married and too frightened of their
wives and their wives' lawyers to make a move. She wouldn't have wanted to be
involved in breaking up a home anyway, no matter how unhappy a marriage might be.
She just wasn't that kind of woman.
Another sip. How quickly the glass was emptied! She stared at the half-melted cubes
rattling around at the bottom of the glass and smiled. One more drink before bedtime
surely wouldn't hurt.
She decided not to wait around for her children to come home. Richard was sensible,
far more so than her high-spirited daughter. Bonnie! How her forehead wrinkled when
she thought of the girl. One day Bonnie would come home and tell her about getting
knocked up. Ann just knew it! Bonnie didn't care about morality, it seemed, or even the
appearance of morality. She just liked doing things, flirting with guys and seeming not
to realize where such flirtation could lead. Richard had far more sense about him. Now
that they were drawing more closely together, it seemed, perhaps his common sense
would rub off on Bonnie. Ann certainly hoped so.
She rose from the couch and opened the ice bucket again, filling up her glass, then
reaching over to the amber-colored bottle to pour another drink. Ann was starting to
feel the effects of the powerful liquor – that pleasant buzz-on that melted away the
edges of her problems, blended them in a comfortable mishmash she could view
without becoming upset.
Returning to the sofa, the attractive blonde sat with her legs uncrossed, tilting her head
back and closing her eyes. Frank! What she could have done with him now! Oh, how
he used to fuck, holding her by the shoulders while fucking his prick in and out of her
furry cunthole. They used to giggle about waking up the children during their fucking
sprees. And how many they used to have! Sometimes she wondered how they ever
made it through dinner, rushing through the main course, bolting down dessert and
excusing themselves from the table. They were more child-like than the children as they
ran to the bedroom, slammed and locked the door to fuck like animals. Bonnie and
Richard were usually more than pleased to be left alone to watch their silly television
cartoon shows. And during those hours their parents fucked and fucked!
"Damn!" she muttered.
Those days were gone, gone forever. Ann could feel a tear rolling down one cheek.
Brushing it aside, she took a long gulp of the Scotch. It felt good, make her grief easier
to handle. But that itchy tingle was coming back again, starting as an electric shock
somewhere along her thighs and edging up to her pussy. The woman curled her toes,
digging her nails into the thick blue carpet piling, wishing once more that her husband
were alive. She heard a slight sound and turned.
"Oh! Oh, it's you, Rush. Silly dog," she said, rubbing the big dog's head.
He must have been standing there all the time by the sofa, watching her without
making a sound. He'd been doing that a lot lately, something that made her somewhat
uncomfortable. Ann hated being stared at by the dog. There was something
intimidating, something accusing about his look. She really found him unsettling and
would have done something about the dog if it weren't for her children's absolute
adoration of the animal. Besides he did provide protection for the home. No man in his
right mind would come in uninvited... unless he wanted to be minus a hand or two.
Enough liquor was enough. She would be turning into an alky if she kept this up.
"Go on, boy, go to bed," Ann whispered, pushing herself up from the sofa and
gathering her towel once more around her.
As she started for the bar, something strange happened, something she would never be
able to explain. Rush moved to her right, twisted his head around and brushed his cold
snout against her calf. Normally that wouldn't have done anything for her. But tonight
Ann felt something awful, something so perverted that it made her a little sick at the
moment. The itchy ache suddenly increased in intensity, turning into something far
more powerful than she could have expected. The woman stopped in the middle of the
room, her fingers tightening around the glass, her breathing increasing while her chest
rose and fell mightily.
"No, no, that's stupid," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side.
Rush was still staring up at her, his big brown eyes glittering with something other than
friendliness and the respect a dog owes his master. Ann felt her flesh crawling. She was
reading things into this situation that didn't belong. The woman was feeling a little
high and out of focus. It was time to get to bed and away from both the liquor and the
dog.
"Go, Rush, come on, get out of here," she said, her voice slurring a little from the
effects of the Scotch.
But the animal stayed. He was whistling through his nose, letting out a muffled growl.
Ann decided to ignore his advances, brushing him back and moving toward the bar.
"No!" she told him.
He was at it again, nosing between her fast-moving legs.
"No!" she repeated.
That touch behind her knees, against the soft spots of her flesh made her feel so
strange! Ann veered away from the bar and started toward the stairs. What on earth
had gotten into Rush? She'd never seen him this way. Of course, he had been nosing
around her and Bonnie a lot lately. But dogs always did that sort of thing.
"Stop it!"
She was going to put a stop to this nonsense right away. No sense in having Rush
cornering her and her daughter with God only knows what on his mind. But when Ann
was halfway to the stairs she felt his nose slide between her thighs and bump the
underside of her cunt mound. Her eyes widened, her breath catching as she stopped
and held tightly onto the loosening towel.
"No, no, it... it can't be," she whispered to herself.
She was starting to feel arousal again, starting to feel her clit growing hard and stiff,
throbbing as if a man were stimulating her. Horrified at her own reaction, Ann tried
kicking at the dog, swearing at him under her breath, angry that he could produce such
a vile reaction in her.
Rush was too quick, however, darting behind her when one leg kicked out. She heard
him behind her, growling, whistling through his snout, his clawed toes digging into the
carpeting as he toyed with her.
"Oh God, God..." she moaned.
This wasn't real. This sort of thing didn't happen in real life! Ann drew one shaky hand
over her forehead, trying to steady herself. All she had to do was remain calm, stay in
possession of her faculties. A dog couldn't rape her. In the morning, perhaps, she would
talk with Richard and Bonnie and try to convince them that they should get rid of the
animal. The thought of having Rush about the house after he'd done this sort of thing
frightened her.
Ann felt giddy, felt his hot breath on the inner surfaces of her thighs. He had nosed
under the towel and was trying to touch her cunt! He couldn't do that! That was
impossible! Shrinking away, she let out a tiny cry, her shoulders shaking.
Why am I feeling so weak? she thought to herself as she backed away from the
approaching Doberman. His coat was so black, so shiny, so handsome. And the way he
pricked his pointed ears forward, trying, it seemed, to catch every sound she made.
What on earth could she be thinking of?
"Get out!" she screamed, her voice trembling with anger and fear.
But Rush stayed. He advanced again, moving under the big towel and licking the soft
areas behind each knee, wetting her with his big lapping tongue. It felt... she didn't dare
turn to face him.
This was awful. She had to make him stop, make him move away from her. But how
could she when one part of her mind had already accepted what was happening, had
actually insisted that she do more with the animal? Fighting down that half of her mind
as best she could, Ann turned and walked back to the bar. Another drink. She had told
herself no more liquor, but this time she needed a third, something to give her courage
to kick the animal from her.
Or was she going to drink in order to knock down her defenses, booze it up in order to
make nicking with the animal more palatable? She didn't know anything anymore
except that her cunt was hot and wet and that this animal was interested in her.
"Oh!" she gasped.
She felt his nose pushing hotly against her cunt mound again. The towel fanned out
around her ankles. Peering down, Ann could see his ass and hindquarters poking out
from under the white towel. It looked so ridiculous. She would have laughed if it
weren't for the wonderful sensation of his maw against her flesh.
"This is awful, terrible," she sighed.
The swelling ball of heat in her belly was getting hotter and bigger. She was panting as
hard and heavy as the dog under her towel. Ann grasped frantically at the bar, her
shaking hand knocking several glasses onto the tiled floor behind. Rush, meanwhile,
butted her thighs farther apart with his head and started licking his tongue over her
asscheeks. Ann felt the silken touch of his tongue over her bare flesh and let out a tiny
scream. She clutched the bar, feeling as if she were going to sail off to the ceiling if she
didn't hold onto something firm.
"Stop, oh, stop..." she whispered, her voice not carrying conviction anymore.
It was so horrible. How could she be doing something like this? She was a good woman
even if somewhat horny. Her mother had been very strict with her. Even in her teen
years Ann had really done nothing. She was a virgin the night she came to Frank's
marriage bed and had remained straight ever since then. Why, then, was she
contemplating doing something as daring, as perverted as this?
"Unghhhhh..." she moaned.
She could smell herself now, smell the musky cuntjuice that oozed from her furry pussy
slit. And Ann knew the dog could smell her. In fact he was tasting her, drinking up her
bubbling fuck cream as if it were water. He liked it, liked it a lot! She could tell from
those muffled growls that he was having quite a time licking her. He was making the
same satisfied grunting sounds he made when polishing off a bowl of particularly good
tasting dog food. That was what she was becoming – dog food! Good food for her pet,
something to nibble on between meals!
"Oh God!" she gasped.
She put one hand to her head, sobbing hysterically as perverted thoughts rushed
through her mind. She couldn't go on like this. That dog, that Goddamned dog, was
turning her into a crazy woman.
Gasping from the unbelievable tickle in her cunt, Ann shoved her hands down and
pressed the towel hard against her pussy. She felt the animal's head through the damp
cloth, felt it sliding away as she applied pressure to the towel against her body.
"Get... away... go," she panted.
But Rush had tasted her cunt, had seen her weakness, and he wasn't about to give in
yet. The dog moved his head out from under the towel and tilted it back, licking her
fingers, nuzzling at them with hot eagerness.
"No, oh, God, noooooooo!" she moaned pitifully.
She turned and faced him, raising one hand threateningly. The Doberman eyed her and
backed down, his hindquarters trembling with excitement and tension. Ann thought
she was going to faint as she tried hitting the dog, missed, then turned to flee from her
pet, heading toward the bar.


Chapter 2

The big dog's tongue lapped noisily at her crotch. The towel had opened, revealing her
tits and pussy. How her nipples itched!
Peering down, Ann saw that her nipples were a dark red, that dark red of arousal.
Reaching up, she took one tit tip between her right thumb and forefinger and squeezed,
rolling her rubbery nipple from side to side until she was gasping. Her legs were spread
apart, her asscheeks tilted back slightly, arched up for the animal. As shameful as it was
to admit, she was giving her ass up to the animal, her knees bent slightly to keep her
cunt in reach of the dog's lapping tongue.
The towel fell to the floor. Bending over slightly, Ann put her hands on her thighs,
then bent over a Title more, spreading apart her thighs, letting her long blonde hair
curtain her face while Rush pranced excitedly all around her.
Ann found her forehead resting on the counter of the bar, her fingernails digging into
her soft, white thighs as the animal lapped the backs of her legs until they glistened
with dog spit.
"No!" she yelled.
Again the thought of what she was doing flashed like lightning through her confused
brain. This was awful, terrible. Fighting through that red fog of sexuality, she tried
getting away. But he went right through her defenses, applying a sudden scalding
pressure of his tongue against her puffy cuntlips. Ann heard Rush growling with
excitement behind her, felt his maw, his fangs against her pussy. The combination of
sensations nearly brought her to her knees.
What was she letting happen? Had she lost her mind? He was a dog, a Doberman! She
had never heard of anything like this... well, she had heard of it... of dogs who licked
women. But Ann always thought of such things as only bad jokes, as dirty stories men
made up to degrade women. Never would she have believed that this could happen to a
person, a real individual who... oh, it was too unspeakable!
Rush was pressing up harder. She felt her asscheeks trembling as she moved away. She
couldn't stop him, couldn't even stop herself. Ann raised her hand again, bracing
herself against the bar. When Rush ducked back, she shoved herself around, stretching
out her right hand for the half-emptied bottle of Scotch. She would throw the thing at
him, startle him so she could gather up her strength and make a dash for the stairs.
There he couldn't lick her, couldn't touch her with that magic tongue. Then she would
have enough time to get to her bedroom, to sit down and sort things out.
Ann was panicked now. Turning her head, she saw the Doberman's black rubbery lips
peeling back, revealing that double row of crisscrossed teeth glistening in the dim light.
How could she resist something like that, an animal who was after her, in mad pursuit
of her? Her pussy had been aching so much for the past month. Wasn't he better than a
cold shower, better than her fingers straying over her furry hot cunt mound for relief?
Wasn't she only fooling herself when she tried escaping from the beast? Didn't she
want to get down on the floor, get down on her hands and knees with her tits sagging
down the carpet and let him mount her? Didn't she want to play the part of his bitch?
"No, no, no!" she screamed at the thoughts crowding her mind.
Again she fought back, fought against the raging storm confusing her. She slid the
bottle off the counter, watching it tumble into the air, then land on the tile, shattering
into a hundred pieces. Rush barked, jumping back and tilting his head, looking up in
confusion at her.
Ann carefully picked her way around the glass shards, glancing back nervously at the
still-startled animal. She bent down and picked up her towel. If she could only make it
to the stairs she would be free of the dog.
Rush saw his prey escaping. With a giant leap, he cleared the broken glass and dashed
after the fleeing Ann. With a wild cry, tire woman caught one leg around the coffee
table, pitching forward and losing her balance. Crashing to the floor with her arms
outstretched, she realized the game was over. He would have his way. He would touch
her, lick her, possibly even fuck her and there was little she could do about it.
"No!" she cried.
Her protests were vain, futile attempts. On her belly, her tits flattened between her
chest and the floor, Ann clutched at the thick piling, trying to still drag herself to the
stairs. But it was useless. Rush was crouched behind her, his head lowered, his jaws
locked around one ankle. He wasn't really biting... just showing her he could, showing
her who was going to be boss for a while.
That thought made her shiver with delight. She moved again, feeling her puffy cuntlips
rubbing delightfully against the scratchy carpeting. Every square inch of her body was
alive, in tune to what was happening to her. And Rush was starting to lick her again.
He was lapping at her waist, moving down to her asscheeks, leaving long, delicious wet
streaks of dog spit on her heated flesh.
Friction, only friction. Only that was the source of the feelings she felt. The moral part
of her mind was still protesting, still fighting against the idea that she was making it
with her Doberman. How could she be expected to remain passive while a mouth was
shoved against her cunt... even if it was a dog's mouth? Once more Ann had the clear
but fleeting sensation that she was losing her mind.
"Oh, get back, back!" she commanded the dog.
But Ann didn't mean a word of what she said. No, she wanted more, more of the
touching, more of the licking she'd been needing for all these lonely years. Closing her
eyes, she could almost think that her husband was alive again, holding her to the floor,
playing with her while her emotions spun out of control.
"Ughhhhhh..." she groaned.
Words of warning had no effect on the bracing animal. She turned around, propping
her body up on her elbows. Shaking away loose strands of hair from her face, Ann
stared at the animal now crouched between her spread white thighs. He was licking her
excitedly, his tongue exploring higher along the insides of her thighs.
"Ummmm," she moaned in unwanted pleasure.
Rush was stretching his tongue up now, the tip brushing over the bottom junction of
her cuntlips. Ann threw her head back, feeling the sweep of her hair over her shoulder
blades. She tightened her asscheeks, raising her ass off the floor while pushing up with
her hands. At the same time, she tensed her thighs until the tendons bulged against her
spit-slicked flesh.
The animal saw her arousal and whimpered, making her push her hips forward and
move them in an up-and-down fashion.
She felt his tongue rushing up and down over her rubbery cuntlips, forcing them
stickily apart, forcing them wide. Ann heard dogs barking outside. Dogs, more of them!
She closed her eyes again and pictured packs of dogs racing through the house, foam
dripping from their mouths, their bony cocks stretched out fully, waiting only to be
fucked into her hot cunt.
"No!" she cried at the terrible thought.
It couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. Her son and daughter could command this
animal easily just by calling its name. But whenever she tried to tell him anything, he
seemed to laugh at her, daring her to try to discipline him.
Ann sucked in a ragged breath, feeling his white fangs sinking into her white fleshy
thigh. He wasn't biting, just once more showing her that he could. The flush of her
skin, the burning sensation of her nerves being stimulated in such a wild fashion, made
her cry out again and again. She sucked in one lip, biting down as hard as she could,
tasting blood. She had to punish herself for feeling this good, for letting these kind of
feelings override her sense of decent morality. A decent woman wouldn't have let
something like this get started or let things get this far out of hand.
"No, no, no!" Ann sobbed, rolling to her side on the floor.
Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she scratched at the carpeting. Her knees
jerked up, then slowly lowered back down as the animal bobbed his head around and
continued lapping at the swollen surfaces of her cuntlips. Those short hairs around his
maw tickled her clit. The woman stared up at the ceiling, closed her eyes again and felt
as if she were dying.
"Please, please, don't touch me again. Please," she begged, opening her thighs to him.
It was a lie, a horrible lie. From her mouth came words of refusal, but her body was
encouraging the animal. Rush saw this and became maddened, almost rabid on top of
her plunging, writhing body. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long
snout up and down her slick cunt folds. She could see that her hot fuck juices were
wetting the fur around his maw. His black nostrils glistened with it. His dark-pink
tongue lolled sloppily over her pussy, spreading her cuntlips far apart while he bathed
her itching clit again and again.
"UGHHHHH!" she gasped.
Ann pushed out one leg, pointing her fanned-out toes. The tickle was getting worse.
She was building steadily toward an orgasm, and yet she couldn't quite understand
what was happening to her. A dog, a dog! Again and again that thought whirled about
her mind. A dog was doing this to her.
"No!" she screamed.
This time she was talking to herself, refusing to let those thoughts torture her. There
would be time enough for guilt, for recriminations. Now the only thing she was going
to concentrate on was the feeling rushing through her mind and body.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned.
Ann moved one shaky hand down to her cunt mound. How hot, how wet, how swollen
the furry bump had become. At the lightest pressure her pussy moved, actually moved
like a frightened little animal! She slid her hand down a little farther until her palm
pressed against her cunt thicket. Ann jerked her head back, pressing it hard against the
carpeted floor. It was lovely, so wonderfully lovely, having the animal feeding on her
pussy while she fingered herself off. Her ass moved, sliding back and forth, moving up
and down as if someone were fucking her.
"Ohhhh, yes, yessss!" she hissed in ecstasy.
Nothing could stop the animal. Nothing could stop Ann. Unbelievably, she was
opening her cunt to the dog. She had fallen completely back and let her knees fall apart
until the outsides were nearly touching the carpeting. The resulting tension around her
crotch peeled back her cuntlips, stretching them thin, opening up the secret folds and
hollows of her pussy. Rush was growling deep in his throat, pushing his wonderful nose
in deeper, fucking her with his maw while his tongue lapped again and again over her
rounded clit.
"No, no, no!" Ann screamed.
He was resting on his belly between her splayed thighs. She could feel his hot breath
tickling her cunt hair as he licked her pussy over and over again. Ann felt his spit
oozing down into her asscrack, leaking into her shitter. She was being covered with dog
spit, bathed in his hot saliva! And how she loved it! In spite of all her moral
upbringing, in spite of her hangups, she loved every second of it!
"Rush... Rush..." she moaned.
Ann didn't care what was happening to her. Of course she knew what was going on...
that animal between her shivering white legs, licking her. Yet all that mattered at this
point was the hot, lush sensation of his tongue washing up and down over her fuzzy
pussy slit. Again the woman pushed her hands down to her cunt and felt her slick puffy
pussylips, felt Rush's tongue slopping over her whitened knuckles, her shaky fingers.
"Yes, ohhhh, yesss, finish me off. Oh, God, Rush, finish me off, make me... make me...
ughhhooohhh... cummmmmm..."
Ann twisted her body from side to side, feeling the animal's tongue first on her right,
then her left cuntlip. The animal growled – that soft, muffled growl of lust she had
heard when she caught two dogs fucking in the streets. Here she was, a mature wellbred 
woman, giving her cunt to an animal. And now, looking down at Rush, she could
see something red, something hard and knobby sticking out from between his
hindquarters. It was his prick. Big and juicy, jerking rhythmically up and down, hitting
the thin-furred area of his underbelly. Ann sucked in a deep breath, wondering if she
would ever have the courage to take that on.
"No... ohhhh, nooo!"
Not yet, not yet. This was more than enough for the desperate woman. Still she studied
his big cock – pointed at the end but quickly thickening near the root, and so knobby!
Ann shuddered, her eyes glued to the strange sight. Through her head again ran a
shadowy movie of dogs fucking, fucking in packs, fucking a bitch until she could barely
wobble away.
"UGHHHH!"
Ann babbled with excitement, holding onto her tits and squeezing her nipples as she
soared toward her climax.
"Ughhhhh, please, please... hurry!"
The dog was slipping his tongue in deeper and deeper, fucking it in and out. His
tongue was almost like a cock! Ann's face tightened, her breathing becoming shallow,
catching at times. Her tits slapped softly together while her legs rubbed against the
floor, then edged up until her knees were nearly touching her tits. She was spread open
for the dog, completely spread for him. She wanted his tongue all over her, all over...
"OGHHHGHHH, now, now, NOW!"
Ann pitched on the carpet, kicking one leg out and knocking over an end table. She
was gripped in one of the wildest sexual storms of her life. The fire raced through her
pussy, exploding into her belly, then radiating out to her tits. Every inch of her body
seemed alive to the big dog's tongue.
"FUCK, FUCK!" she cried.
The firestorm continued up her body, encasing her in a glow of wonderful sensation.
Her pussy clenched tightly around his fucking tongue, trapping it several times, making
the Doberman whimper with surprise at the woman's violent reaction to his licking.
"OGHGHHGHHHH..." she gurgled.
Ann wished this could go on forever. She let herself flow with the feeling, soaring
higher and higher until she was in a world of brilliant exploding lights.
When she finally opened her eyes again she was on one side, her knees half jerked up
to her tits. Rush was nowhere to be found, having probably retreated to the kitchen to
lick himself off and finish his half-eaten dinner in the bowl.
"Ohhh..." she moaned weakly.
Ann put one hand to her forehead, her wet mouth opened in shame and shock. What
on earth had she done? She had slipped so far, so very, very far in one evening! All
these years of sacrifice for her children, for her reputation. In a few short minutes she
had thrown it all away. And for what? A dog?
"God, God!" she sobbed.
The blonde covered her mouth in horror, closing her eyes and praying to God that she
would awaken in the next few moments and discover it had been some nightmare. No,
no, it was all too true. She could still feel his doggie spit drying on her flesh, could feel
his saliva oozing over her cunt.
Suddenly Ann felt very sick. Staggering to her feet, she grabbed the discarded bath
towel and started for the stairs. Looking back, she saw the broken pieces of glass from
the hurled Scotch bottle. It was more evidence of the horror she had endured.
Climbing the wide stairs, Ann hurried into the bathroom, slamming and locking the
door behind her. She was panting as before, but this time it was with real terror. What
if her son and daughter were to find out what their mother had done? Groaning, she
dropped the towel once more and held her hands over her face. The shame, the shock
would kill her! No, no, they must never know. Even if she had to poison the dog
secretly to keep him from nosing around her cunt, she would keep her guilty secret to
herself!
"Wash, must wash," she muttered, bending over and turning on the shower for a
second time.
"Thank God I didn't let the dog fuck me," she whispered, her words echoing in the
tiled room.
Ann worked more soap over her cunt, washing out Rush's spit, wishing she could wash
away the memory of what she had done.
"I'll kill that dog," she said, surprised at the vicious tremble in her voice.
But, when she had dried and come out with the towel wrapped around her body, Rush
merely looked at her from his place at the foot of the stairs. She stood there at the top,
feeling like a fool. Perhaps it was all over. Perhaps this was a fluke, an accident that had
just happened. Whatever the reason, it surely wouldn't happen again. Ann couldn't let
it. Turning from the stairs, she padded off to her bedroom, thanking God that at least
her children were normal.


Chapter 3

"Somehow, I don't think this is right," Bonnie said, drawing her knees together.
"Come on, Bonnie. It's no big deal. You gotta learn sometime about it."
Her older brother was standing in front of her, his shirt hanging open at the front while
the top two buttons of his jeans were unfastened. Bonnie eyed that long pulsing bulge
that ran down one pants leg and shrank away. She was still feeling a little high from the
booze the two of them had drank a few minutes ago.
"Yes. But not from you," she countered, tucking her legs under her firm, plump ass.
"Just relax. Do it like Bobby and his date are doing it."
Bonnie looked around the darkened living room and saw some movement in the
corner. They were... it looked as if they were fucking! Bonnie reddened, feeling her
heart skip a beat. After the movie, Rick had suggested visiting a friend of his. Bonnie
didn't mind, and when booze was offered, she was downright pleased. It was only when
the conversation had turned to sex that the young perky blonde felt ill-at-ease. And
when that girlfriend of Bobby's started talking right out loud about finger-fucking
herself in front of everybody Bonnie thought it was about time for her to leave. She
would have except that Rick was acting real freaky... almost as if he wanted to touch
her, to fuck her.
"I wanna go home," she said, turning her face away from the couple.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, yeahhhh, just like that," Bobby's girlfriend moaned.
"You know anything about that?" her brother said, a wide grin on his face.
Bonnie flashed an angry look at him, wondering what on earth was on his mind. Of
course she knew about fucking – through books and conversations with her girlfriends
in school.
"Yes... sort of," she answered hesitatingly.
What was he up to? She studied his brown eyes, his handsome face, his thick-muscled
body. Rick was very handsome and well built, girlfriends hanging off every arm. That
was why she was a little surprised he had volunteered to take her to that sci-fi movie.
They had never been particularly close until the past few months. And all the closeness
had been on his part. Bonnie was wishing they were still keeping their sibling distance
from one another.
"Sort of?" he said, chuckling softly as the couple behind them became more athletic.
"Well-"
"Sort of doesn't cut it in life. Come on, I wanna show you some things," he said,
stretching out his hand and pulling his sister up from the pile of pillows she had been
resting on.
Bonnie followed him down the long dark hall reluctantly, peering over her shoulder
once and catching a glimpse of a pair of female legs kicked high in the air. If Bobby's
parents were to come home early from the mountains and find the two of them in the
living room there would be hell to pay!
"In here."
Rick shoved her into a bedroom, closing the door behind them. The sound of the door
slamming was like a cannon for Bonnie. She jumped, wheeling around, staring wide
eyed at her brother. Her flesh was starting to crawl. What on earth did he have in mind
for her? She was starting to feel creepy as she backed away from him. When the backs
of her legs touched the mattress she blushed furiously. There was something intimate,
too intimate going on now, something that was wrong between a brother and sister.
"Come on, I want to show you something about yourself," he said, tilting his head
cockily.
He was laughing at her, at her embarrassment. Bonnie felt a little angry. She was no
fool. Even though she was a year younger, she could show him she was as sophisticated
as him.
"You can't show me anything like that," she said, tilting her chin up defiantly and
sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Hiking her skirt up, Bonnie hooked her fingers around the elastic waistband of her
panties and started pushing them down. She stopped with her briefs at her knees. She
felt giddy again, kind of spaced and high. Rick gave her a questioning look. She had
started. Why was she stopping? And was this what he wanted? Staring up at Rick she
saw from his intense expression that it was.
"Mom's gonna wonder where we are," Bonnie said, sucking in her lower lip and biting.
She was losing some of the bravado she had had seconds ago.
"No she won't. You're out with me. She's not gonna think anything's wrong."
His voice sounded thick and shaky. Everything in the world told the girl she should
stop before it was too late. Bonnie knew she was treading in dangerous waters, going in
too deep. But something was pushing her on, making her do this in front of her own
brother. She sucked in a deep breath and smiled, pushing her panties down a little
farther. Rick's breath caught in his throat.
"You wanted me to see something?" Bonnie teased, pulling her panties off her toes,
then wadding them into a small ball and tossing them onto the floor.
It was so strange. There were moments when she felt so superior to her brother, as if
she were the teacher. And at other times she was only a little girl, looking up to him for
approval and guidance. A shock, a thrill coursed through her veins, making her feel
hotter than ever when he reached down and started rubbing that long, thick bulge
through his jeans. Bonnie saw a small dark stain appearing on the blue trouser material
at the end of his prick.
"I can show you," he said, advancing toward her. "Just keep your skirt up and spread
your legs. You gotta know these things in case guys ask you... you know, when you're
out on a date."
"I don't think guys are gonna ask me about this," Bonnie said, feeling almost as high as
she had when she drank the booze they had given her.
"Never know," he mumbled, dropping to his knees in front of her.
Bonnie threw her head back, closing her eyes the moment she felt her brother's big
hands come to rest on her thighs. She felt his powerful fingers pressing her flesh in, felt
his calluses scraping over her skin while his breathing became more rapid and shallow.
He was growing as excited as she was. God only knows where this was going to end.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she panted back.
Sweat beaded up on her forehead and coated her skin, making her blouse and skirt
cling uncomfortably to her flesh. When Rick moved his hands up a little higher, the girl
let out a whimper, her face becoming a mask of intense concentration. Bonnie knew
she was blushing violently. Her brother was doing this to her, getting a response he
shouldn't have gotten. It was wrong, so wrong. But it felt wonderfully good! The
conflicting feelings whirled about the girl's confused mind as the seconds ticked by.
"I... I don't think..."
"See, there's this kind of thing," Rick said, moving his fingers now to either side of her
furry cunt mound.
Bonnie stiffened, her hands moving behind her ass while her eyes focused on the tufts
of blonde pussy curls being massaged now by her brother. When he moved his hands
toward the edges of her body, Bonnie felt her cuntlips unstick and peel back. She
shivered, moving her ass from side to side on the coverlet. The bed began to groan from
her movements.
"You're wet."
It was true. All that drinking, watching Bobby and his girlfriend fucking that way in the
living room had turned her on. And now, sitting in the same bedroom with her brother
while he was touching her, was making her even hotter. Peering down between her
legs, she saw that her cunt was turning a darker pink. Her pussy was getting so pink
and soppy wet. Rick moved one finger over to her clit and started touching it.
"Ohhh, what are you doing?" Bonnie gasped.
Bonnie's arms nearly collapsed when he touched her clit. Her head fell back, her hair
sweeping over her shoulder blades while her mouth opened. Guttural sounds came out,
sounds she had never made before. Her legs kicked back and forth, hitting the edge of
the bed hard while her ass squirmed on the mattress. And all the while she was
thinking that this was her brother, her own brother doing this to her. Somehow, in the
back of her mind, that thought made all of this all that much more delightful, exciting.
"Ummmm..."
"You dig it, huh, Bonnie? Most girls do. Some of the girls I go out with like me to eat
'em out, you know?" Rick said, a strange light glowing in his eyes.
"Eat?"
The thought of a man putting his mouth on her pussy made her feel a little weird.
Some of the girls in class had talked about that... had even said something about how
they enjoyed sucking a guy's cock. At least it didn't get them knocked up. Bonnie had
to give them that much. But, still, the thought of having sex with your mouth seemed
crazy.
"Hmmmm, it's gettin' big now," Rick observed.
Bonnie thought that enough was enough. She didn't know where this was going to end.
But it didn't look like Rick was about to quit. He was getting more and more involved
with her, touching her cunt, rubbing his palms over her thighs, moving ever closer,
until she could feel his breath on her asscheeks.
"And if I keep doin' this, you're gonna cum, see?" he panted.
Cum. What a nice word. She had thought it was a much better word than masturbate
or some of the other clinical terms used in sex education class. Of course she had done
the kind of thing Rick was doing now but not as well. But when they had started
talking to her about finger-fucking she had played dumb, feeling it wasn't proper for
her to admit to have finger-fucked herself. Now Bonnie began wondering if this little
sex education course of her brother's couldn't have been prevented if she had been just
a bit more honest.
"Uhghhhhh..." she groaned.
Rick moved his finger down, touching the tiny bead of his sister's clit again: A shock
cut through her pussy, making her body twitch as if someone had touched her with a
live electric wire. Bonnie sucked in a shuddery breath, licking her bottom lip. This was
wrong, completely wrong.
"Feel crazy?" Rick breathed.
"Yeah, but now we better get home," Bonnie said, trying to get up.
He pushed her back down, moving both hands around either side of her clit in an up
and-down motion. Bonnie thought she was going to piss from her growing excitement!
"It's sooooo..."
Bonnie could smell the young heat of her excited body. There was a vaguely pungent
muskiness that came up from the soft parts of her thighs. Actually, she liked the smell
though she had never really admitted that to herself.
"And you'll feel better this way," he said, drawing his hands from her cunt for a second.
What was he doing? What on earth was he doing to her? He was shoving her up on the
bed, pushing her up until she was completely spread out on the mattress. Bonnie felt
the bed sagging and knew Rick was climbing up with her. Then his hands were back on
her thighs, spreading them apart, pushing her legs up until her knees bent.
"What?"
Oh, God! she thought. She felt his tongue on either thigh, felt his tongue sliding down
to her pussy. In a second his cheeks were wedged between her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhh... God, God, GOD!" she screamed.
She felt as if she were falling down some abyss. She spun around and around, the
smooth silky rub of her brother's lips turning her on. She felt his tongue pushing her
cuntlips apart. She felt a new, furious sensation that made her gasp for more. There was
a vague guilt, a vague fear assaulting her spinning mind. But the sensuality of the
situation overrode everything. The fact that this was her brother doing this to her faded
from mind. To have his mouth against her swelling cunt was as important as having air
in her lungs. She knew she didn't have the will power to make him stop. He had her
spread wide open on the bed, completely helpless.
"Ughhh... oooohhhhhh..."
Her chest heaved as he moved his head from side to side, his tongue burrowing deeper
between her outer cuntlips. Bonnie felt the coverlet gathering under her moving
asscheeks, wrinkling up as her body writhed.
"Rick no, no, don't do this to me... oh, God, don't do this..."
Her voice trailed off into a series of moans.
"Yeah, you want it, really want it. I've been watchin' you the past few days. You really
need this, Bonnie. And I'm your older brother, a guy who's gonna look out for you,
make sure you get it the right way."
His words were exciting, terrible words, words that should have made her run away.
She had heard stories about brothers who fucked sisters, sons who fucked mothers. But
those were always about families in West Virginia or some place where civilization was
only a rumor. Here in Los Angeles... never!
"UGHHHH..." she groaned.
Bonnie felt cuntjuices seeping from her pussy slit.
"Yeah, that's it, Bonnie, move it, move your ass for me," he said, rubbing his hands on
either side of her rubbery, puffy cuntlips.
At the same time he sucked, Rick worked the soft edges of her pussylips against one
another, milking them until more fuck juice frothed up and bubbled down into her
asscrack. Bonnie thought she was going to lose her mind. Even when she was super
hot, fingering herself in her bedroom late at night, she had never felt anything like this.
It was the most intense feeling she had ever experienced! The thought that her brother
was doing this to her, eating out her cunt while finger-fucking her pussy, had probably
something to do with her excitement. But even more exciting was his technique. That
awful, wandering tonguing of his sent showers of sexual sparks flying into her pussy.
"OHHHHHH!" she gasped.
He was kissing her cunt now, the tickling of his touches so delicate, so teasing. She had
never dreamed it possible that a man would be doing this to her... let alone that that
man would be her very own brother! Those stories at school Bonnie had considered just
stories. But now it was happening to her!
And he wasn't just kissing her cunt. He was licking deep into her pussy, searching for
an even hotter place. Then the teen felt him rimming her cunt mouth with the tip of
his tongue. She stiffened in embarrassed fright. But the thrill of what was happening to
her washed over her, blasting away any thoughts of regret.
"Rick, what are... what are you doing?" she panted.
"I'm gonna make you feel good all over," he said, turning her onto her belly and
drawing her knees back until her asscheeks came into the air. He was holding her
pussylips apart with his fingers as he scoured each hollow of her cunt with his tongue.
How good it felt to have his stubbly chin scraping over her thighs, against her smooth,
wet cuntlips! Hot flashes rocketed through her clit, making the girl lose control.
Her brother's big fingers pressed into the muscles just above each knee. He was
spreading her legs inch by excruciating inch, peeling her apart as if her body were an
exotic fruit. That tension added to the steady friction of his mouth against her cunt!
Without thinking, the girl started moving her hips. It wasn't the wild movement she
observed in Bobby's girlfriend. But it was still a fucking movement. She couldn't stop
herself. It would have been impossible for her not to move her body. She dug at the
bedspread desperately, tossing her head, feeling her fine silken hair tangle around her
neck and ears. And then she felt Rick's hands leave her cunt once more, sliding up her
body, moving up to her blouse. He unbuttoned the garment and pushed it off her
shoulders, then reached up and unsnapped her bra strap. In a second the halter
tumbled off, her big high-riding tits swinging down and nearly touching the mattress.
"Nice tits, nice," he muttered.
Bonnie arched her back like a cat when she felt her brother loop his hands around her
ribcage and pinch her nipples. He was rolling them around between his thumbs and
forefingers, pressing the hefty mounds up at times, feeling her and telling her what a
good girl she was to take this.
"Good, good," she muttered.
In a moment she was on her back again. Rick was snaking his tongue into her navel.
She couldn't take much more of this. She dug her nails into his hair, raising her ass off
the mattress, trying to push his head away.
"Please stop, stop."
She caught her breath.
"This isn't right. You're my brother. Mom'll be wondering-"
"She doesn't have to know," Rick said, pushing her hands away. "It's just you and me,
Sis, just you and me."


Chapter 4

If only she could force her brother away, make him leave her alone. But she was too
weak, too excited to make a move like that. Her arms were weak, flopping around
uselessly while he kept on exciting her. There were floods of hot fuck juice wetting her
cuntlips.
Rick was running his finger gingerly along her pussy slit. Bonnie closed her legs again,
but his light touch brought a moan from deep inside her throat. She parted her legs to
let him find her clit again. He was rolling one thumb back and forth, exciting her,
sliding his nail over the rounded bottom of her clit until she was begging him with little
grunts not to stop.
"You like it, Sis, don'tcha?"
She couldn't look at him. Of course she liked it, and of course she wanted him to keep
doing those wonderful things to her.
"You want me to keep eating you?"
Bonnie blushed. She couldn't speak a word. Instead she just nodded her head rapidly
up and down, feeling her cheeks burning with shame.
Her breathing shot out of control when he pressed her back on the bed and started all
over again. He was peeling her legs open when suddenly he moved around, holding her
thighs hard in both hands and rolling her to the left.
"What are... ohhhhhhhh, what are you doing with me?"
He was on his back now, his legs draped over the front edge of the bed. She found
herself straddling his shoulders, her knees bent so that her toes were pointing toward
his feet. She felt his breath against her cunt hairs, felt her pussy peeling open from the
strain of her spread position.
He was moving one finger up and down her asscrack, trailing the nailed tip along her
shitter, making her cry out with delight each time he touched that sensitive, tight little
opening. Then he brought her hips down until she felt her cunt fitting smack over his
mouth.
"Ohhhh... oh, my God, God, what are you doing to me? Oh, noooooo!"
Bonnie couldn't understand the changes going on in her mind. The thought that she
was doing something wrong was gone, vanished into thin air, evaporated by the rising
sexuality of her aroused body. And when he touched her like that, caressed her small
firm ass with his hand while fucking his tongue in and out of her pussy, the girl felt her
cunt walls buckle in, collapsing because of her rising heat. As far as she was concerned,
he could do this all night. The fact that he was her brother mattered little at this point.
"OGHHHHHH..." she groaned.
Bonnie was dizzy, high, falling through an exploding world of touch and taste and
smell. Her arms were braced on the mattress as her brother caressed her asscheeks with
his hands. He moved her so that her throbbing cunt rubbed continually against his
mouth. His teeth cut along the edges of her inner cuntlips. It was too much for her to
stand.
She went crazy, throwing her head from side to side, her tits slapping together, her
nipples long and red and pointed with excitement. And all the while his tongue was
searching back along her cleft. She felt his tongue fuck again into her cunt.
"Ohhhh... Rick, Rick, don't do this... don't do this... ughhhooohhh... to me!"
But he kept on eating out his sister, feeling her ass, hunching on the bed. Bonnie had
an idea how this might turn out. Would she be ready to take his cock in her cunt?
Would she be ready to let her own brother fuck her? The thought made her dizzier
than ever. That was something she couldn't go through with... at least not yet.
"Ohhhh, oh, God, God, God!"
What would it be like to have his prick up her cunt? She closed her eyes, remembering
that look he gave her, that long, thick bulge pressing out against his tight-fitting jeans.
If she turned her head around she probably could see his bulge again, pushing against
the thin material, staining his pants. Yes, yes, she would like to touch his prick, to
finger his cock, but not fuck... yet!
"Ohhhhhh..."
Rick was tracing her backbone, her tiny waist. More of her fuck juice seeped out to wet
his cheeks. She cried out again, tensing her thighs, rolling her hips with a new freedom.
He licked hungrily at her clit, making her move her hips faster, pressing her weight
down against him. His teeth cut her more and more. How Bonnie liked it! She rode his
face like a merry-go-round horse, her tits bobbing, her body glistening with sweat, her
asscheeks jiggling with the crazy up-and-down movement she made. She would let Rick
do this to her all night. But no fucking, no fucking his cock up her cunt. She wasn't
prepared for all that pain, that bleeding her mother had told her of so often. Of course,
her mother could be wrong about all that. She certainly didn't have all the answers
when it came to sex. Sex wasn't all that evil, certainly not as disgusting as her mother
had implied.
"Ughhh..." she grunted.
Bonnie had always suspected her mother of lying about sex. It was probably to protect
her. But still, she suspected her mother and father had had one hell of a sex life. She
remembered vaguely all the grunts, the cries of ecstasy that filtered through the thick
walls at night. She wondered about them at first and later smiled about it, especially
when her mother warned her about men. Well, her father was a man, and a quite a big
one. She remembered his big body, his arms, legs, chest. Her brother was almost like
their father as a young man.
She was close to orgasm. She could feel her climax building in her like an avalanche.
Then suddenly Rick slid two fingers into her pussy, fucking them in and out while still
eating her cunt out.
"AIYIIIIIII!" she screamed.
Bonnie nearly fell down on the bed. But her shaking arms stiffened, then held. She felt
his fingertips pressing against her cherry. Was he going to try to tear her cherry away
with his bare hands? Bonnie cried out again, dropping one hand to his wrist and
forcing his hand back. She decided he couldn't touch her that way! If she was going to
lose her cherry, it would be to her husband or at least to a guy she really loved. It
wouldn't be to her brother!
"Okay, okay," he panted, moving his fingers back an inch.
Bonnie went back to fucking his finger. She was drooling, tossing her head from side to
side. He was fucking in and out of her with his closed fingers, sucking her clit between
the small space in his front teeth. The bed squeaked and groaned, the headboard
slapping hard against the wall of the bedroom. She could hardly keep still enough for
her brother to give her enough friction. But when the tickle became too teasing she
forced herself to quit bucking so Rick could eat her cunt more easily while fucking his
fingers inside her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She felt the suction of her pussy trying to nurse his fingers as if they were a cock. What
she was learning about her young body! Those tiny cunt muscles were actually
contracting, milking his tongue and fingers! It was frightening for her to feel all these
things going on so automatically! It was a mystery of her young body in high sexual
arousal!
"Ughhhh..." she moaned.
He was digging against her soft cunt lining, plowing his knuckles against the clasping
folds and hollows of her pussy. Bonnie felt the suction of her cunt increase. She was
teetering on the brink of climax! She could feel herself getting nearer and nearer climax
until brilliant lights and loud explosions seemed to erupt all around her.
"WAWWHWHWHHHH!" she shrieked.
Bonnie was cumming with a fury. Feverish, itching thrills exploded in the pit of her
pussy. She arched her body down, holding the sides of her brother's head with her
knees and hands as her clit convulsed again and again.
Each explosion between her legs racked her senses in slow motion. She felt the tickle
that grew to a delicious itch and then to an aching flesh-madness. Did anything in the
world matter except this? Thoughts of her mother, of her friends, all faded under the
power of her climax.
"Rick... ohhhhh..."
Bonnie didn't even remember the last of her climax. It was simply a wonderful world of
slick, hot frenzy that finally faded away. She tried to open her legs. She found herself
back on her ass, her legs spread widely apart, her body still twitching. Her lips were
dry. Licking them, she looked up.
Rick was standing by the bed. She could see his chest, his arms. He was still wearing
his pants although they were pushed down below his jutting hipbones. And from
between his legs jutted his cock! His prick was there, as long and thick as she had
thought his cock would be from the bulge she'd seen earlier in his pants. His prick had
to be at least nine inches long. He was holding his cock in one hand, moving his fingers
slowly back and forth.
"Oh!" she gasped.
For a moment Bonnie thought she was dreaming. The light from the window
illuminated the details of his movements. He was smoothing his prick, coating his cock
with the fuck juice oozing from his piss-slit. The thought that he was going to fuck her,
stick his prick into her virgin pussy shot through her mind.
"Do you wanna try something else?" he asked, his voice still thick.
Of course he wanted something. He hadn't done anything yet.
"No, no, don't touch me with that... that thing," Bonnie stammered.
Her feet were on the rug before she knew what was happening. She scooped up one
sandal, grabbed the other and headed for the door. Her panties! Forget them! Draping
her blouse over her jiggling tits the frantic blonde knew she had to get out of there.
Rick was a little crazy. And if he pressed her... God only knew what might happen.
"Bonnie." His voice called out mockingly to her. She shook her head, slipping her
sandals on, tucking her blouse into her skirt and rushing toward the living room.
"Bonnie!"
The girl slammed the door behind her and ran. She bumped into someone. She didn't
know who she had run into until she pushed her hair back from in front of her eyes.
"Wow, honey, you sure can run!"
It was Bobby, her brother's friend. He was smiling at her. His eyes didn't seem to focus
at all. One sniff of his breath told her he had been drinking some more booze shortly
before.
"I'd... I'd better go home," she stammered, feeling almost as out of focus as Bobby.
"He through messing around with you?"
It was a world gone mad. He didn't seem shocked by the fact that her brother, her own
brother had been touching her! It was crazy. Bonnie couldn't quite pick up Bobby's
mood as he still blocked her escape.
"Uh, no, we didn't... I mean, you see, I..."
She was getting all tangled up, feeling a little sick inside.
"Forget it," Bobby said, running his fingers through his black hair. He was grinning
now. Bonnie pushed around him and hurried into the living room. She saw the girl,
half dressed, leaning against the sofa with a cigarette dangling from between her lips. A
regular slut! She didn't even say good-bye as she rushed from the house and gulped in
the cool night air.
"Thank God," Bonnie panted, slowing down her pace as she put more distance between
her and the house.
Her brother had eaten out her cunt, had even tried to fuck her. How could she live in
the same house with him from now on? How could she even look at him across the
breakfast table without feeling twinges of guilt? If her mother ever found out what
happened, she would kill her surely!
"What have we done?" she whispered to herself, holding her head in one hand as she
rounded the corner and started up the drive to her house.
Rick! The thought of her brother fucking her raced through her mind. Had he been
about to really use his cock on her or was he only toying with her? With her brother, it
was hard to tell. Of course he had done all those things with his mouth. There was no
reason to think that he would stop there, especially considering how excited he was.
Her cunt tightened. He might have hurt her... might have ruined her with a cock that
size. She didn't know about those kind of things. She only knew that fucking scared
her, especially when she thought about the fact that it was her brother, the guy who
was supposed to look out for her, who was trying to fuck her.
Moving forward again, she saw that all lights in the house were off. Her mother had
gone to bed, no doubt thinking her children were safe as long as they stayed together. If
only she knew what had been going on seconds before. The thought sickened Bonnie
again. She could never let her mother find out about this. She thought she had been
raising a perfect little family. No sense in letting the truth spoil her fiction. 
God knew it was the only thing she had to live for!
Bonnie started to go into the house but turned instead to the backyard. It was too early
to go to bed, and her mind was still spinning from her evening at Bobby's. The booze,
the talking, the touching, and that cunt-eating still made her heart pound like a
triphammer. At least the booze seemed to be wearing off a little. At least she thought it
was. Stepping over the small wire fence protecting her mother's herb garden, Bonnie
walked under a tall elm. Her thoughts centered on her brother and his tongue and his
cock! Even in these peaceful surroundings all she could think about was what had
happened and what she had nearly done!
"God," she whispered, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
When she opened them again she scanned the peaceful garden. Her mother had put
much work into it, although she said soon she would hire some man to do the extra
work of weeding and caring for the more exotic plants. In fact Bonnie thought someone
was coming over tomorrow. Well, that was her mother's thing. If it kept her happy, so
much the better.
And then something caught her eye, some movement that made her stiffen and push
away from the graceful elm. She narrowed her eyes, wiping her palms on the sides of
her skirt. Had she surprised a burglar? What was going on near her home?
"Oh, Rush," she said, breathing a sigh of relief.
There had been problems around the neighborhood lately, problems with prowlers. Her
mother must have let the dog out to patrol the yard for the evening. She felt a little
more secure, knowing that Rush was about patrolling the backyard.
"Oh!" she gasped.
He was licking her thighs, butting his head between her knees, sloshing his tongue up
toward her pussy. Bonnie fell back against the tree, feeling the smooth bark rubbing
against her back as the animal kept on pressing his advantage.
Her cunt. He could smell her cunt. She was juicing, still hot and wet from that awful
scene in the bedroom. If only she had her panties, some line of defense between her
and the dog.
"Stop it... stop being silly," she said, her voice quavering.
But the dog kept on, sliding his tongue between her asscheeks. The touch of his maw,
of his tongue over her flushed skin, took her breath away. It was like Rick, her brother,
licking her, touching her all over. Only this :time it was an animal!
"No, no, ohhh, what's gotten into you... ughhhhhh..."
Now Bonnie remembered him nosing around her and her mother lately. But that didn't
arouse her suspicions that anything was wrong. Lots of dogs did that kind of thing.
"Oh, this is... awful!"
Bonnie pushed her skirt down, trying to knee Rush out of the way. A dog was eating
her cunt. But what made it even worse was that with each second his slopping mouth
was bringing back the exciting heat she'd felt earlier. His tongue was so hot, so silky, so
smooth against her cuntlips. It was just like when her brother had touched her pussy
with his mouth, had licked and chewed his way into her cunt and made her feel so
good!
"No, oh, God, nooooooo..."
Somehow Bonnie managed to push the dog back. She was sinking, falling to the
ground. The earth seemed to open up under her; the sky seemed to whirl around over
her head as the animal kept on nosing her, pressing against her, shoving his face
against hers.
"No, get away... awful dog, awful..."
If only she had taken the time to find her panties back there in the bedroom with Rick.
But there hadn't been time for that. Her brother was looking at her funny, touching his
cock, working his fingers around it as if he were about to stick his prick up her cunt.
She couldn't let that happen! And so she ran right into the paws of this animal!
"No, no, get... away!" she said, keeping her voice down so as not to awaken her mother.
Pulling away from the elm, Bonnie crawled on her hands and knees in a desperate
attempt to save what honor and self-respect she had left.


Chapter 5

Bonnie was whimpering through her nose, feeling the damp grass brushing against her
knees as she crawled toward the big house. Again she wondered why she hadn't taken
the time to take her panties with her. None of this would have happened if she had her
panties on.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped.
Rush jumped, his forepaws hitting squarely against her asscheeks. The girl cried out,
clamping one hand over her mouth to keep down the sounds as she pitched forward.
Her palm hit the ground hard, jarring her body. Rush was trying to mount her the way
he mounted all those bitches in the neighborhood. Bonnie straightened one leg and
kicked back, feeling terror cut through her like the blade of a rusty knife. Her tits
jiggled against her loose-fitting cotton blouse while her skirt hiked up around her waist,
exposing her assmounds. She had to escape, had to get away from the big animal before
he fucked her!
"No!" she yelled.
He jumped again, this time his paws hitting up a little higher. She felt his forelegs
trying to wrap around her lower waist, felt his hindquarters edging up against the backs
of her legs while he began pumping against her ass. Then something awfully hot and
slick and sharp gouged at her cunt. The horror of what was happening gave Bonnie the
strength to push away and stagger weakly to her feet.
"Ohhhh..." she groaned.
She pushed the hair from her eyes, stretching her arms in front of her, feeling
completely disoriented. The city seemed to be having an earthquake. Everything around
her was swirling around, exploding brilliantly as she moved as if through a dream.
Bonnie staggered through the dark garden, Rush at her heels. Never before had she felt
this kind of panic, this kind of fear. The Doberman was at her heels, his powerful head
bent down, his ears pointed toward her. He was nipping at her. The bites weren't really
hard. It was more as if he were trying to catch an ankle and bring her back down. The
girl was frantic now, her eyes wide, her chest heaving mightily up and down. Oh, God,
she was heading away from the house, away from safety.
"My God, get away from me, you bastard! Get away from me," she snapped.
Rush stopped for a moment, surprised at the trembling violence in her voice. Then he
moved forward again, lowering his head, spittle oozing from his maw in long strings.
He peeled back his lips, revealing those killer fangs, a revelation that made Bonnie
tremble with terror. He was a big dog, a powerful one. She had never felt all that
confident with him although she had always managed Rush fairly well in the past.
Certainly, she managed him better than her mother who always seemed to cringe
around the Doberman.
The tree was ahead of her. Running to it, Bonnie hooked her arms around it, scraping
with her feet against the big trunk.
"Get away, away!" she cried, pressing her face against the smooth bark.
But Rush had no intention of getting away. He had had the mother and was now after
the daughter. Of course there was no way Bonnie could have guessed what her mother
had been doing with the dog mere hours ago. All she knew at this time was that her pet
had gone mad and was trying to fuck her. "No, no!" Bonnie cried.
Again she lowered her voice, realizing that the louder she became, the better chance she
had of awakening both her mother and the rest of the neighbors. How could she
explain something like this to them? And what would she tell her mother if she were to
discover her daughter without panties? How could she tell her that Rick had tried to
fuck her and had actually eaten her out until she came?
"Ughhhh..." she groaned.
Bonnie buried her face in her arms, feeling the dog's tongue sloshing around her knees,
then moving down to her ankles once more. Desperately Bonnie tried to kick at him
and missed. His muzzle slipped up the inside of one thigh and went deep into her cunt.
Rush growled and tossed his head fiercely. The sudden penetration of her pussy created
a fiery shiver that spread over her flesh. Weakly the girl tried to climb higher, digging
her nails into the soft trunk. But her strength had left her. With a soft cry she slipped,
falling heavily to the ground.
"Oooommmffff!" she grunted.
She lay on the damp grass, her legs spread, her shoulders wallowing against the ground
while Rush trotted between her splayed thighs and stared at her. It was like having a
hound of hell in front of her. She saw his gleaming eyes, his crisscrossed fangs wet with
spit. Bonnie closed her eyes and surrendered. What was the use? She was far too weak
to escape from him, and there seemed nowhere to run anyway.
Bonnie thought she had to be going crazy. She choked, trying to get air back in her
lungs as the enormity of her situation crashed in on her. A dog was doing this to her,
pursuing her as if she were his bitch, as if she were hot enough to be his... no, that was
too foul, too awful for her to think about.
What was going on? Weakly the girl raised her head, hearing the animal making funny
noises as he plowed her cuntlips open and fed on her hot pussy juice. It was crazy,
insane to be doing this. She saw his big black body, trembling between her white,
slightly raised knees. The sounds of his sloppy maw seemed to fill the night air,
drowning out all the other sounds. In a moment Bonnie realized she was pulling the
grass out by the fistful, curling her toes into the soft dirt as the animal started arousing
her more and more.
It was arousal. There could be no denying it. Rick had started the whole thing, eating
her out that way, touching her in places he shouldn't have while digging his tongue
deep into her pussy. And then, when she was so vulnerable, the animal had come
along, pounced on her, knocked her to the ground and started the same awful thing all
over again. When would it end?
"No, no, Rush! Why are you doing this to me? Oh, please, please go back into the
house. Leave me alone, Rush, leave me alone," she whispered.
But soon the girl realized the lie contained in those words. She was getting used to that
wonderfully rough tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy. She was starting to like
those hot, .wet caresses over her thighs, slicking down to her jiggling asscheeks, then
moving back up to her cunt starting the process all over again.
"GUHGHGHGH!" Bonnie cried, choking, desperately trying to edge back.
The tickle of the uncut grass against her asscheeks was excruciating. It felt so crazy, so
damned good! How could this have happened? Even with the explanation of her
brother starting her off, the situation seemed unreal, unbelievable!
"AHHAHHHH!" she groaned.
His sexual frenzy brought another shuddering groan from her throat. Bonnie let her
head fall back, let her hair tickle her spine while the animal's tongue licked again and
again over her clit.
"Noooooo..." she moaned.
She was a good girl, a moral girl, no matter what her mother might think. Something
had happened in the last few hours that had changed all that. She had let her brother,
her very own brother, do those awful things to her. And now she was on her ass,
spreading her legs apart for an animal to eat her out. It was unreal.
Stretching out her hand, Bonnie touched his ears – those perky, furred doggie ears. His
long muzzle and sharp teeth reamed out her furred cunt hole. She wondered if he
would break her cherry with that. Wouldn't that be something, to lose her virginity to a
dog!
Bonnie almost laughed. But a particularly sharp spasm shot through her cunt and made
her giggling turn into a low moan.
She was slowly getting her breath back. She could finally breathe, could finally feel a
little normal again. But how her back and legs hurt where she and fallen. And still
Bonnie felt so weak.
"No, Rush, no..."
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. Rush hadn't made the slightest move that would
show he would obey her. She closed her thighs finally, trying to shove the animal way.
Raising one hand, Bonnie pushed her palm against his cold black snout, shoving as
hard as she could, feeling his hot heavy breath puffing against her fingers. He was
growling, twisting his head, trying to shove back. She could feel his forelegs trembling,
shaking with rage and excitement as his tongue lashed out and started licking between
her fingers.
"Oh, no, no, noooo..."
His paws were clamped between her thighs. She heard Rush growling, heard him let
out that awful growl that was somewhere between anger and arousal. He closed his jaws
down on the flesh just above her cunt and started biting her all over again. The effect
was electric, stimulating! The young girl threw back her head, every muscle in her lithe
body spasming. Bonnie was surprised no one heard her desperate cry at this show of his
uncanny intelligence. She felt dizzy, disoriented. He was forcing her to do what he
wanted her to do. He was orchestrating this whole thing, calling the shots. And all she
could do was lay there and let him do what he wanted.
He was increasing the pressure, trying to force her to give in. When the pain became
too sharp Bonnie had no other choice but to give in. The big Doberman let out a small
yip of triumph and wiggled his nose deep into her cunt cleft. The rough tickle of his
snout against her cunt walls and clit made her cry out again. How good that sensation
was... even better than the feeling of her brother's fingers and tongue when he ate her
out. The animal couldn't know what that little nub of flesh was... he just couldn't know
what that little nub of flesh was... he just couldn't. Did female dogs have something like
a clit? That would be a question for her to ask in sex education class. Let the teacher
and her friends try to guess why she had asked that question. She smiled weakly.
"UGHHHHHH..." she moaned.
Dogs, fucking, dogs, fucking. The terms started merging in her mind as Rush's tongue
grew more and more frenzied, concentrating on her hot drooling pussy hole. The dog's
sloppy licking rape was so uncontrolled, so wild, that he touched her all over. It felt as
if he were on every square inch of her twisting body.
Bonnie felt her clothes clinging to her, felt her skirt rising higher and higher, twisting
into a rope just above her bottom rib. Her ass bounced along the grass, driving the
animal to new erotic heights. His tongue slipped around her clit. After another moment
or two, the girl lost the will to try to tuck her ass under and away from him. She lay on
the cool grass, her arms spread out while her legs undulated back and forth over the
ground.
"Ohhhhh yesssss, yesssss..."
Suddenly thoughts of her mother, of the neighbors knifed through her. If someone
were peering through his window now, watching her, seeing her and the dog. Bonnie
shook off her stupor and raised herself into a sitting position, peering around her. The
fence surrounding the property blocked any view from the other homes. And her
mother's window was dark, empty. She was still safe from public mockery and horror.
Thoughts, half-images drifted through her mind in confused pictures. Over it all,
cutting through her senses was the cunt-hungry animal between her thighs. She raised
her knees slightly, almost feeling like a dog herself. That's what Rush wanted, a bitch, a
dog to fuck. Would she have the courage, the guts to give him that?
"No!" she gasped at her own lewd thought.
The thought of her crouching down for the animal to mount sickened the girl. Again
she tried to scramble away from the big Doberman. And again the touch of his tongue
over her pussy drained what little strength and will she had left. Rush was growing
wilder by the second. The fur around his neck was standing on end, his narrow doggie
hips swinging from side to side. Peering between his hindquarters, Bonnie could see his
prick – that bony cock swinging against his belly, jerking up and down, waiting for a
hot slit to fuck into.
"Won't do it... won't..." she panted, turning her face away.
It was sick, perverted to be lying here like this. Why did she stay on her back and let
him do this to her? Why was she almost laughing as he started licking her belly,
moving up to her tits and armpits before dropping back down to her exposed, spit
slicked cunt? Surely she could have risen and staggered to the house, kicking the dog
away from her. Surely...
"Unnnnnn... ohhhhh..."
A powerful flash of sexual excitement rushed through her cunt. It was impossible for
the girl to move... at least to move away. Her cunt was sapping all her strength,
draining her of every ounce of will. While the animal lay couched between her white
shivering thighs there was little Bonnie could do except let him have this way. She
tightened her thigh muscles, raising her asscheeks up slightly off the ground and
offering the big dog her pussy. Let him lap it all up. Let him lick up the flowing fuck
juices, slosh his tongue around and around her dripping pussy hole, caress her swollen
cunt until she came!
Cum! She was going to climax with the dog's jaws clamped on her pussy. Her hips
moved faster and faster, the prickling sharp grass shoved between her asscheeks and
tickling her shitter.
"Cummmm..." she whispered.
She was close, very, very close to orgasm. It would be her second this evening. The first
was with her brother, the second with her pet. How strangely odd it all was! Nothing in
the past would have suggested a bizarre night like this. And yet everything seemed to
lead naturally to this cunt-eating!
"Ohhhh..."
Soon, it would be soon. The dog was at her feet now, licking her toes and ankles,
touching all the sensitive spots on her ankles and feet. The dog was going wild. It had
to be that pungent aroma of her pussy juice that made him like that. How else could
she explain it? Raising herself once more, she dully watched his movements. Then she
collapsed back onto the ground, feeling her belly swelling, her cunt throbbing, about
ready to break into wild spasms of mind-splitting orgasm.
"Hurry, ohhhhh... hurry... faster, harder, oh, Rush!"
Bonnie felt him licking her knees, those soft places behind her kneecaps, then moving
back to her thighs. And finally, at last, he was eating up her naked little pussy all over
again. Crying out, Bonnie pressed herself up to him, opening her legs until she felt the
muscles in her ass cramp with tension. She was giving him all of her cunt, every inch,
every hidden hollow and fold.
The power of her aroused body both frightened and pleased her. Nothing before had
shown her this... not even the licking session with her brother Rick. She had been too
frightened, too off-balance to realize what was going on inside her mind and body. But
now she had time to feel it fully, to realize what was happening. How she loved it,
loved feeling that animal's tongue fucking in and out of her pussy like a wet little prick.
"Now, oh, now!"
She was almost shouting. But Bonnie didn't care who heard her now. All she could
think about was the sensations rocketing through her cunt. She clenched her fingers
around the dog's neck, drawing his maw deeper into her pussy. hole. She felt his nose
press against her cherry. And for one mad moment she wished she could have burst
that thing with Rush's snout. What a trip that would have been. What would the
expression on her mother's face be if she were to be told that her daughter lost her
virginity to a Doberman!
"Ughhhhh..." Bonnie grunted.
The itchy ache was starting to become sharper and sharper. Bonnie pulled her knees
back, shivering as she felt her cunt walls peel back stickily, revealing still more of the
moist, dark-pink meat for him to eat!
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
She came with the fury of an exploding atomic warhead. The sharp edge of her joy cut
through her like a surgical knife. Bonnie spasmed, feeling her body convulsing inward
around her ravaged cunt. She rolled around on the grass in a fever that hurt as much as
it pleased. Still the dog pursued her, poking his nose around, whimpering and whining,
pushing his paws against her jiggling asscheeks. Bonnie didn't know where she was
anymore. All that mattered was the pulsing itch that had exploded in her cunt. She
cried out again and held onto Rush's back, knowing there was no escape from him until
he was satisfied.
"Ohhh..."
Bonnie scratched him hard, digging her fingernails into his short black coat. The dog
writhed his narrow ass, his paws set widely apart on the lawn as he tried to keep her
cuntlips open to him.
"No!" she gasped.
Bonnie bucked backward, rolling, squirming on the grass as her spasms tortured her
with a pleasure too hot to stand. Then, as she calmed down, the girl felt hot flecks that
struck her thighs and made lines up and down her body. He was shooting, cumming
against her body. He humped forward with rapid movements, each time he moved his
prick spraying out more doggie cum.
Bonnie babbled something unintelligible and staggered to her feet, finally managing to
make it to the house. She slammed the door behind her, locking it, feeling the world
slowing down around her.
"My God, this can't happen again, it just can't," she moaned, stumbling through the
darkened house to her bedroom. It just couldn't.


Chapter 6

"Richard, slow down! You're going to choke if you keep eating like that!"
Ann was sitting at the end of the table sipping her morning coffee, studying her
children. Something was wrong. Normally both Rick and Bonnie were animated,
chattering away or arguing.
This morning, Richard bolted down his food as if he were anxious to leave the table.
Bonnie was pushing her fork around the plate, moving her bacon lazily about, blushing
whenever Richard raised his eyes and looked at her.
"Sorry, Mom. But we've got practice in an hour. No good to have that much food on
your stomach. The sooner it gets in, the sooner-"
"Richard!"
Ann didn't like vulgarity at the table.
"Sorry, Mom," he said, eyeing his nervous sister before going back to eating.
"And did you two have a good time last night? The movie was all right?" Ann asked
after another long pause.
"Oh, it was all right," Bonnie said listlessly, drinking her milk, still keeping her gaze off
her brother.
The young blonde felt naked in front of Rick this morning. She kept adjusting the
tight-fitting halter over her tits, squirming in her seat, wishing he would leave so she
could eat in peace.
"Well, I'm glad you two had a good time," Ann said, sighing with disappointment.
It seemed she and her children were drifting apart. There was nothing she could say
this morning that could spark them into activity.
"Well, I'm through," Richard said, pushing back from the table and bolting up. "Bye,
Mom, Bonnie. Say, I've got my buddy Jack coming over this morning... you know,
about the gardening stuff. He'll be better than some guy you hire off the streets, okay?"
"Well, I'll see, thank you, Richard," Ann said, feeling a little put out. She had called the
employment agency earlier. They were sending someone over this morning as well. She
would have to phone them to cancel, she supposed.
"I think I'm gonna go outside too. It's getting too hot inside," Bonnie said, brushing
her hair back.
It was September, the season of the hot winds off the desert. The children would be
back in school in two weeks. Then Ann wouldn't have the problem of wondering what
to do with them all day and night.
"Back for lunch?" Ann called as her daughter moved out of the kitchen and headed into
the living room.
"Think so," Bonnie called, slamming the front door behind her.
Ann stared at the empty breakfast dishes, gathering her loose-fitting robe around her.
Empty dirty dishes. Her whole life had been that – cleaning up after people, raising her
family, denying things to herself, things other women had.
Sighing again, she picked up the plates, sliding them into the washer, then stared up at
the clock. She had better call the agency and cancel that young man. Rick's friends she
trusted. He was such a good boy. He wouldn't hang around with a bad crowd.
"Oh!" she gasped as she turned about.
Of course! She should have guessed he would do this. Rush was standing there,
blocking her way, standing right in front of the telephone in the hall.
"Get away, you dirty animal!" she said, anger and fear mingling in her voice.
Rush stood his ground, his eyes seeming to laugh at her. Ann tightened her grip on her
robe, feeling the situation starting to get out of control. What was the matter with him?
It was only ten o'clock in the morning! Was he horny already? Did he think she was
going to get down on the rug for him whenever he chose? Last night was a mistake, an
error. It wouldn't happen again. She couldn't let it happen again, not when her children
could walk in and find her at any time.
"Get away!" she repeated, slapping her hands together.
Rush flinched, getting up and turning around. He sat back down, his tongue hanging
from one corner of his mouth, his eyes glittering with excitement.
"Oh, why, why can't I get him to move," she whispered, running her fingers through
her hair.
Ann moved forward, determined not to let the animal run her life. As she reached the
phone, however, the woman realized just how aroused she was, just how interested she
was in the dog in spite of her denial.
"Stop it, Rush!"
She had made it to the phone, had even lifted the receiver from the cradle. But now the
animal was pushing against her body, rubbing his snout back and forth over her right
leg. Ann stood there in the hall foyer, her eyes closed, her fingers gripping the phone
tightly while her legs trembled. Why was she acting this horrible way? Didn't she have
a sense of shame, of decency to reckon with? How could she be standing there while
the animal was making these kind of advances?
"Get away!"
Ann kicked the dog hard in the chest with her bare feet, sending him scampering back.
He seemed to know when he wasn't wanted. Rush whined, then backed off, turning
around in several circles before settling down and licking his paws.
She turned from the animal, still shaking as she hunted for the number of the agency
and phoned.
"Oh, you can't get ahold of him? Well, I'm afraid I've got someone else for the job. If
you can, call him and let him know," Ann said, feeling disappointed as she hung up.
How she hated the thought of facing that young man and telling him he wasn't needed.
She wasn't good at that sort of thing.
"Oh well..." she sighed.
Ann turned, starting for the bedroom when she ran into Rush again. This time he came
up from behind, raising her gown with his nose and lapping the backs of her legs with
his tongue before she had a chance to realize what was going on.
"No!" she shouted.
Her face reddened as she halfway turned about and slapped him down. This time her
hand hit his snout hard, making the animal bark fiercely.
"Oh, God, what have I done?" she whispered, bolting for the stairs.
Rush was mad, baring his fangs as if he were about to leap on her throat and tear it
open.
She had her fingers curled around the banister when the dog attacked, closing his jaws
on the hem of her dressing gown and pulling back. Ann's eyes widened as she felt
herself yanked away from the stairs, her arms flailing uselessly in the air. She staggered
away, her legs tangling around one another. Pitching backward, the woman crashed
against the coffee table and toppled over onto the sofa.
Rush was on her in a flash, tearing her gown open, pulling back the material so he
could get at the moist meat of her cunt.
"Oh, not again... dear God, not again, not again!" Ann cried.
She tried at first to kick the animal away. She shoved several throw cushions at the dog,
beating at him with her clenched fists, with her toes. But he only knocked the pillows
away, snapping at her fingers and toes until she was terrified he might actually hurt her
with his teeth.
"Oh, God!"
When he was relatively sure he had quieted her, the animal bounced up next to her,
lowering his head and licking her right side. The gown had fell completely open,
hanging onto her body only by her shoulders. She worked the backs of her legs up and
down, rubbing them against the smooth material of the couch. How her nostrils flared!
How itchy her flesh felt while her cunt swelled, heat concentrating in that furry pit. It
was happening all over again. It was a replay of a nightmare, a horrible dream
happening in reality for a second time!
"Ughhhhh..."
He was devouring her like a bitch in heat. She was a bitch. All these years she had been
prim and proper when she knew she was a vital, sexy woman. And now that frustration
was breaking through in an odd way. Well, let it. She no longer cared. There was no
one pointing a finger at her. She was in the privacy of her own home, her children not
caring one damn about what she did. She would show them that she didn't care one
damn about what they did. Let them sulk about the house, fight with one another. She
didn't care. Now she and the dog would console one another. She would take Rush on
as her lover. God only knew he was about the kindest thing around the house these
days!
"Ummmmm..."
The horror of what she was doing faded when she felt her pussy greasing herself with
cunt juice. To know that the smell of the stuff was exciting the animal heightened her
arousal. Ann kicked out one leg, hitting her ankle hard against the coffee table. She
didn't feel the pain of the blow. The only shock she felt was the tremor in her pussy
growing worse and worse as the dog kept up his cunt-licking.
The trickling rub of his tongue was maddening. Ann started moving her hips against
the cushions of the sofa. Her mind grew foggy as she felt fuck juice drenching her
cuntlips, dripping down her ass.
"That's it, boy, that's it. Ohhh, I'm sorry I kicked you," she whispered.
That had been silly. She had tried to push away the only thing that had given her
pleasure recently. She opened herself to him, letting the dog lurch forward and start
eating her pussy with a wild appetite. His nose moved up and down through her cunt,
forcing her small inner pussylips apart, stretching her cunt mouth. It was what she'd
been wanting all this time. All these years she had been wanting something like this.
How strange it should all come to this... to her pet Dobey!
"Ughhhhh..."
He knew exactly where to touch her, how to touch her.
"Good dog!" she gasped. "Gooood dog!"
Ann spread her thighs farther apart, shaking her ass invitingly at the dog, feeling the
slick rub of her steamy cuntlips. She wasn't about to let anything so depressing as guilt
blot out her delight. Ann moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders on the sofa cushions.
She petted the dog with her feet. She was wet with doggie spit. She didn't care about
that any longer.
It was incredible! He was enjoying this foreplay. Did dogs have foreplay too? Did they
have it just for humans? She was so close. And it was especially good when Rush
growled and let his teeth nip along the puffed outer edges of her pussy. The feeling was
driving her half mad. It hurt her also, hurt in a way that made her grind her ass up for
more.
"Yessss..." she hissed.
Close, so very, very close. Ann humped her ass and pressed her cunt mound up harder
for the dog to eat. His fangs dug along the silken flesh. His neck hairs bristled with
excitement. Once more he growled, tossing his proud head, making the woman shiver
under him.
Ann was clawing at the Doberman's big neck, urging him on, then holding him back.
She felt vulnerable, open to the dog's lapping. Flames of incredible passion licked up
her thighs, exciting her cunt as his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy.
"ooooooo!" she wailed.
Thank God the children were gone and the walls were thick. Ann found herself
moaning loudly, screaming down the ceiling as her orgasm peaked. She jerked her
knees together, rubbing the insides of her thighs over and over the Doberman's strong
body while her clit throbbed and jerked in climax. She was cumming once more,
cumming with an animal! She jerked her cunt up, pressing her pussy hard against his
maw, feeling his tongue fuck into the furry pussy slit. He was edging back now, biting
her pussy mound, sinking his killer fangs into her soft flesh.
"Noooooooo!"
Ann held her ass off the sofa, supporting her body with her elbows and shoulders. It
felt as if her mind and body were exploding. Rush pawed at her thighs as if he wanted
to burrow his nose into her pussy hole. He moved higher, licking her hands, then
moving back down. Ann couldn't stand much more. She tilted her ass up as far as she
could, sliding her fingers into her cunt, rubbing them against her clit. If only she had
something harder, thicker, longer in her pussy than his tongue. She loved that
sensation, needed that feeling of having Rush's maw fucking in and out of her cunt. But
if only a man were here, someone like her late husband who could really fuck her.
"Fuck..." she murmured softly.
The words sent shivers down her spine. Rush's tongue was back in her pussy, forcing
her swollen cuntmeat wide enough for him to suck the fuck juices out. He rolled and
licked around the sensitive ring of her cunt muscles. Ann felt them convulse and
tighten around his muzzle and tongue each time he stuck his muzzle deep. It was close
to the feeling of being fucked.
"Ughhhhh, oh, God, God!"
Ann pranced her ass around in circles, jerking her ass from side to side as the friction
grew more and more intense. Rush was raking his tongue over her hot cunt folds,
raking over her clit. Ann cried out, jerking her body around, hugging the animal's head
hard. She wanted to have the dog's tongue all over at once. She raised one leg and
pulled it back as far as she could. Rush was digging at her thighs again, burrowing his
black nose into the sloppy mess of her cunt.
"Oh, cumming... oh, I'm going to... to cummmmmm!" the woman cried.
Yes, she was climaxing in the dog's mouth. Once more, in less than twenty-four hours,
she was making it with an animal, letting him lick off her pussy, slosh that slippery
tongue back and forth, making her pitch and roll on the couch like a ship in a
hurricane.
Ann came fast. She wanted to slow him down, to pull her cunt away so she could drag
this experience out, make it last all damned morning. But her will power was a weak
thread when pitched against the power of her cunt. She couldn't fight back the hot,
spitty friction that was making her pussy convulse. Her body bounced up and down as
the animal kept licking her. The pillows tumbled from the couch, scattering on the floor
while her spasms increased in intensity.
"WAWWWHHIYAEEEE!" she screamed.
It was like being fucked by Frank all over again. The brilliant lights, the roaring in her
ears, the prickly, lively sensation taking over her flesh, everything was the same. Only
this time she had a large furry dog wedged between her shivering thighs, licking her
half to death!
"Oh, God!" she cried.
Her eyes were wide, her arms stretched out while her legs kicked up and down. Ann
was plunging and writhing like a mad woman, grunting with the wild tickle that had
built to a sharp climax, choking off her breathing. More stunning spasms shot through
her body as the animal growled and howled between her legs.
And still the climax kept on! This had to be one of the longest cums she had ever
experienced! Not even an expert like Frank had kept her going like this! And when she
closed her thighs to the dog, feeling that perhaps she had gone on enough, he whined
and nosed about her, determined to keep her in the state of orgasm as long as he could.
He was humping against her legs, the movement making his cock shake down from his
belly. Ann jerked her head around and saw his prick. He was expecting something,
some touch, some indication from her that she would bring him off. That was too much
for her to do... yet. Drawing back her hand, Ann turned her head away and
concentrated on her own climax.
"UGH!" she grunted.
He had cum on his own! Ann felt him rubbing his doggie cock against her right leg.
She petted his neck and let him hunch until she felt hot streaks spatter against her
flesh. Dogs did it so fast! They didn't seem to care about prolonging their own orgasms.
Finally the spasms stopped, ebbing away, leaving the woman sprawled on the couch
exhausted. It was mid-morning and already Ann was ready to take a long nap. She
laughed, drawing herself up, shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes. Outside, she
could hear children playing, dogs barking. It sounded so innocent. If only those outside
knew what had been going on behind her door.
Ann wiped off and threw her gown over her shoulders. She still hadn't lost all her
feelings of guilt. The thought of making it with an animal made her unsteady, a little
out of focus. But, with this second time, the blonde was beginning to lose the feeling of
strangeness of the situation. So be it.
Ann staggered to the bar, leaning heavily against it while pouring herself a tall vodka
Ionic. She gulped down the burning mixture, wanting to blot out the thoughts of sex
with animals from her mind at the present. She wasn't crushed by guilt. But Ann didn't
want to think about why she was growing to accept what she was doing either. She
wasn't sure she liked where these thoughts were taking her.
"A good shower, that's what I need," she whispered to herself, stepping over Rush who
had curled around the coffee table and was licking himself. She would work up a good
lather over her pussy and forget for a few hours about what she was turning into.


Chapter 7

Bonnie sat disconsolately on the grass near the edge of the park lake, staring at the
children playing with their boats on the opposite side. She picked at the grass absently,
her eyes closed, her head tilted slightly back, the light breeze blowing her blonde hair
lightly over her shoulders.
She thought about what she and her brother had done the night before and shivered. It
was wrong, so wrong for Rick to have touched her like that with his mouth! It would
be bad enough for any man to touch her like that. But her brother!
Bonnie pulled out more grass, twirling the green blades between her fingers, feeling
guilty about the whole thing. When she had sat down at breakfast that morning, the
girl had thought she was going to burst into tears. Rick just sat there, smiling at her as
if nothing had happened, bolting down his food, then telling her and her mother he
had to run.
She could have scratched his eyes out. It was all she could do to keep her cool, excuse
herself from the table and rush from the house. Thank God her mother wasn't the
suspicious type or she would have guessed something awful was going on.
"Damn!" she muttered.
Bonnie threw the grass down, wondering if she could confide in Patty, one of her best
girlfriends. Patty seemed pretty open about these kind of things. But would she
understand about her feelings toward her brother? After all, that was incest. And then,
what about Rush?
She had almost forgotten what had happened last night in the garden. Now the blonde
teen blushed furiously, thinking about it, moaning softly when she closed her eyes
again and pictured the incident – Rush towering over her, his paws braced on her body
while his tongue fucked in and out of her swollen cunt. She had embraced him, taken
the animal on as her lover while pitching and rolling on the ground like a true bitch in
heat. When she had seen the Doberman the next morning, Bonnie nearly died of fright
and embarrassment. Would he make a move that would arouse suspicion, nose her cunt
in front of her mother and brother? She could hardly eat, keeping one eye on her
brother and one eye on the dog. She could never tell her friends about the animal. That
was something between her and Rush, something that would be their little secret.
Bonnie continued thinking in this vein, picking at the grass by herself until she heard a
voice that sounded familiar. It was coming from behind the bushes, answered at times
by throaty little grunts. Obviously someone else had found this secluded area of the lake
and was taking advantage of it.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, when you... ughhh, when you touch me like that I go crazy!" It was a
girl. Someone was fucking her! Bonnie reddened, starting to get up and walk away. She
stopped for a moment, feeling her heart stop and skip a beat when she heard her
brother's voice answer.
"Come on, fuck it out, fuck it out!"
Bonnie felt herself swaying. Rick wasn't playing basketball as he'd told her and her
mother. He was fucking his brains out with some little girl.
Bonnie dropped to her knees and crawled slowly to the moving bushes. Parting the
branches, she saw a tangle of arms and legs through the leaves. Spreading them a little
more, she saw a girl she'd noticed around school, writhing on a blanket with Rick, half
dressed, holding her down. He had his cock in her. His hips were moving slowly up
and down, twisting from right to left at times to make her feel his cock a little more.
That expression the girl had on her face! It was one of pain and intense joy. Her mouth
was pulled tightly against her teeth while sweat beaded her forehead. She was crying
out something unintelligible, something that rang a familiar note in Bonnie's mind. She
too had been panting like that, crying out meaningless phrases like that when her
brother had pressed his mouth to her pussy.
"Oh!" Bonnie cried. She clapped one hand over her mouth to stifle any more outbursts.
But it was too late. Rick had heard something and looked up, shaking stray strands of
his hair from his eyes. He looked shocked at first, then amused when he saw his sister
staring back open-mouthed at him.
"Hi, Sis."
"Sis?"
The girl stopped her mad thrashing, rolling her head in the direction of the moving
bushes and staring wide-eyed at Bonnie.
"What... what's going on here?" the girl asked, coming down from her sexual high.
"Hey, don't get bent out of shape. It's my sister checking us out. You wanna take
notes?"
Bonnie felt humiliated beyond words. She started to stammer out an explanation, then
let the branches slap back together and retreated. She tried turning around and running
but her legs caught on the roots of the bushes. She tumbled forward, sprawling on the
wet grass. She was so shamed and embarrassed at being caught watching her brother
fucking that girl. She could hear her moving around behind the bushes, telling Rick off,
almost shouting at him that she didn't expect a family picnic while the two of them
were fucking.
In the end the girl left, crashing through the bushes and casting a nasty look in
Bonnie's direction before stomping off toward the boathouse.
Bonnie knew she should leave, walk away before anything unpleasant developed. But
she felt paralyzed, rooted to the spot. The girl kept her head down, smelling the wet
grass and dirt, picking at the blades while Rick edged through the bushes and knelt
down next to her.
"You sure screwed things up," he said, his voice having no malice in it.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here. I was just sitting there watching the kids
playing and I heard something. When I peeked in..."
Bonnie couldn't finish. She was sitting now, her head turned away from her brother,
her cheeks flushed with shame. It was all so humiliating. It was like catching your
parents fucking on the kitchen table or something. She wanted to run away again. Then
Rick put one hand on her shoulder and held her in place.
"Hey, don't worry about her. Come on, people might start talking. Come on," he said,
taking her by the wrist and pulling her back into the bushes.
Bonnie knew where this could lead. She knew her brother was capable of having sex
with her. He had already eaten her out, had made her cum in his mouth. She knew it
was only a short trip to something much more exotic, something far more dangerous.
Still she followed him, her fingers turning icy and shaking, her knees buckling, her legs
growing wobbly as they threaded their way through the thick undergrowth and came
into the tiny clearing where Rick and the strange girl had been fucking.
The blonde stopped short of the wrinkled blanket, staring at the spot where Rick had
been fucking moments before.
"You know," he said, pushing her down to the ground while unfastening his trousers,
"I think the problem with you's that you never learned that much about sex... I mean,
not through books or something, but experience."
"Mom said-"
"Hey, don't worry about what mom said," Rick said, waving his hand impatiently. "She
had a good life with dad. But now she's out of tune. She doesn't go out, doesn't know
what's goin' on today, you know?" Rick said, pushing his unfastened jeans down.
Bonnie felt her pulse quicken. He was exposing himself in front of her again, this time
in broad daylight. She saw the two veins pressing out against his thigh flesh, indications
of how muscular he was. Her brother was attractive enough to stir forbidden feelings in
her cunt. She felt fuck juice seeping from her pussy hole, wetting down her frazzled
blonde pussy hairs, dampening the crotch panel of her briefs. When she moved, Bonnie
felt her swollen cuntlips rubbing against one another, felt the concentrated heat
spreading from her aroused clit to her asshole. Her pointed nipples were growing even
more stiff, itchy, rubbing crazily against her halter. Why did it have to be her brother
who aroused her like this?
"I guess so," she said, dropping her gaze meekly to the ground.
"So, somebody's gotta teach you. It's not going to be those dumb classes... hell, half
those teachers probably haven't been with a guy," Rick said, laughing easily as he slid
one hand under his pants and pulled out his hard, thick cock.
"No, Rick, no, I don't wanna..." Bonnie started to say.
The young man put one hand on her shoulder and pushed the rising girl back down to
the blanket.
"Hey, come on, I'm not going to kill you. You ever hear of blowjobs?" he asked,
fingering his prick.
Bonnie stared at the long, dark pink cock jerking inches in front of her. His prick was
thick. She doubted she could get her fingers around something that reminded her of a
tree trunk. The dark-blue veins wrapped rope-like around his cock, pulsing in time to
his heartbeat. And drops of something thick and clear were oozing from his piss-slit.
Rick was using them as a kind of lube, smearing his prick with the grease. She saw his
hairy balls rising in their sac, pressing against his thick cockroot. He was growing more
and more aroused.
"Blow... blowjob?" she stammered, her eyes widening at the word.
"Yeah, you know, when a chick gets her mouth around a guy's prick... you know, kinda
like I did to you last night. Think I said something about it too," Rick added.
"No, no," Bonnie said, lying through her teeth.
Of course she had heard about blowjobs, but she wasn't going to admit that.
"Well, first time for everything. Come on, it's nothing terrible. Just open your mouth
and I'll stick it in. From then on, you do whatever comes naturally," Rick said,
caressing her shoulders with his free hand.
There was something in the way he stared at her, something in the quality of his voice
that was almost hypnotic. It was unreal. As he kept talking to her, telling her there was
nothing wrong in doing what he was asking her to do, Bonnie felt a compulsion to
wrap her lips around that fat sausage of cock and blow her own brother!
"Come on." In the distance she could hear the sounds of families playing together.
Well, they were a family and they were going to play together. Rick was holding his
cock with one hand, having slipped the other behind her head. She could feel his strong
fingers against her skull, guiding her head forward. He grunted something, moving his
cock toward her half-opened mouth.
"Ohhh..." she moaned.
"Oh, yeah, Bonnie, oh yeaahhhh..."
He was whispering to her, cooing to her as his prick edged closer and closer to her lips.
The girl crossed her eyes, trying to keep them focused on his mammoth cock. Then she
finally gave up and closed her eyes, inhaling the sharp, pungent aroma of her brother's
crotch.
"Take it."
Bonnie felt the hot, slick cocktip touching her lips. Rick hesitated for a moment, then
pushed in.
"UMMFMMFFF!"
She flinched, nearly falling on her ass. Her brother held onto her head, steadying the
young girl while fucking his cock into her mouth. It was a real oral fuck, not just a
blow-job with the man playing a passive role. Bonnie didn't know what she was doing
at first. She needed guidance, and her brother was more than willing to give it to her.
Rick was an aggressive young man, and became more so as he fucked his cock back and
forth while Bonnie sucked.
His prick was so thick, so large, so meaty. She dug her teeth instinctively into the
groove behind it. Then she let go when Rick tugged back, as if to say it was time to
retreat.
"Shit, yeah, that's it, man. Hey, you're really good, Sis, real good," he panted, a weak
smile crossing his face.
Bonnie felt something like a flash of pride. Obviously her brother had been around, and
for someone like him to compliment her, it was quite an honor in a way.
"UHFHHFHF!" she gasped.
He was fucking his cock faster and faster in her mouth, forcing her cheeks to puff out
each time he fucked in. At times the young girl could feel his cockhairs tickling the
insides of her nostrils, felt her nose pressing against his groin. And that wonderful,
masculine smell! It triggered her into heat once more, making her cunt walls knot up
with tension. She felt her pussylips swelling up, pressing sexily against the damp nylon
panty crotch panel. She wished he would touch her, pinch her nipples the way he had
last night, even put his mouth to her cunt.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Rick was fucking his cock regularly in and out of his
sister's mouth, his hands now gripping her skull tightly. His head was tilted back while
just his muscular hips fucked back and forth. Sweat glistened on his smooth chest and
belly while Bonnie's hair tickled his swinging balls.
"That's it, groove on it. Oh, shit yeah, Sis, come on, tighten your lips... ughhh, yeah,
like that. Get 'em tight around my, cock. Now move your tongue... ohhh, shit! Fuck
yeah, move it like that, right around the bottom. Yeahhhhhh, move it and suck hard at
the same time. Man, oh, fuck, you're somethin' else!"
Rich encouraged her, telling her what to do. Both of them were amazed Bonnie was
such a quick study. He fucked back and forth in his sister's mouth until the girl
thought she would choke on her own spit. It was building up, threatening to drown
her, thanks to the massive prick in her mouth.
Suddenly the girl applied all the suction she could muster, wiggling her tongue along
the thick groove that ran the length of Rick's prick. She sucked and wiggled, raising
one hand and tickling the sparse hairs growing from the bottoms of his balls.
"UGHHHHHH FUCK!" Rick screamed.
The young man went crazy, tightening his grip on her skull until Bonnie thought he
was going to crush her head like an eggshell. He was twisting his thighs around,
stirring his cock in her mouth like a giant spoon. Bonnie could taste the bleachy stuff
that was coating her mouth. It was cum, that white stuff she had read about in class.
She was drinking it down now as it oozed from his piss-slit. There was so much of it...
and there would be so much more once he started shooting. If that happened, she
would surely drown in the stuff!
"UMMFMFFF!" she choked.
Rick regained control somewhat and tightened his hairy ass, fucking his cock in again,
bouncing the knob off the roof of her mouth. Bonnie sucked again almost as hard as
before, reaching up again and rolling his balls from side to side. Rick whimpered,
telling her to do it again. She had learned to master this super stud. Bonnie almost
giggled as she rolled his balls to and fro for a third time.
"Yeah, yeah."
Rick caught better control of himself and let out a grunt as he pulled his prick back
from her mouth. He was trailing the tip of his fat cock along the inside of her lower lip,
breathing heavily, telling her she was the best thing since sliced bread.
Bonnie instinctively knew what would be next. She couldn't deny it. He was going to
fuck her, going to pop her cherry. Rick didn't have to tell her that. She could read it in
his eyes, read it in her own soul. And she wanted to have his prick fucking in and out
of her pussy. She wanted her own brother to fuck her, to pop her cherry. She wanted to
be fucked and couldn't stand to wait around much longer.
He undressed her quickly, pulling off her blouse, her halter, then pushed her back on
the blanket where he skinned off her shorts. Only for a moment did Bonnie hesitate. It
was when her brother hooked his fingers around the waistband of her juice-soaked
panties and started pulling. She worked her asscheeks against the grass, giving Rick a
panicked look. He only pulled harder, too excited to play games any longer.
She felt the nylon tugging down, sliding over her hips, her knees, her ankles, her toes.
She was naked, stark naked. Rick slipped out of his jeans, then moved up to her and
spread her out on the blanket.
"No, no, it's wrong," she whispered.
But Rick kept on, sliding his tongue down her belly, past her navel, down to her cunt.
Bonnie jerked her head to one side, almost screaming out for her brother to fuck her.
"UGHHHH!" she gasped.
He had her right inner pussy lip between his teeth, tugging. At first it hurt. But then
the tugging seemed to do something to her nerve endings. She raised her ass off the
blanket in a silent plea for more of the same. Bonnie could feel her brother's heavy
breathing on her cunt. And then he was moving down again, running the tip of his
tongue along her cuntlips, along her taint, along her asshole. When he touched that
sensitive area Bonnie couldn't restrain herself any longer.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
"You got it, Sis."


Chapter 8

Rick was moving over her, his cock bouncing against her thigh. Now his prick was
pushing up against her cunt hairs, searching for her pussy hole. Bonnie panicked,
jerking her hips away at the critical moment.
"No, I never did this before. Don't, you're gonna hurt me!" she cried in panic.
"Hey, don't worry. It hurts the first time," Rick said, mildly surprised at her fear. "I'll be
careful. Besides, you're so hot and wet down there, bet you don't even feel a thing."
He was touching her, rubbing his thumb over her clit and cuntlips while teasing her
shitter with his fingers. As he worked her over in that way, he pulled her legs apart with
his hands until she was spread wide open for him.
"Now just take it easy, Sis, just take it easy," he cooed.
Take it easy? Was he crazy? He was driving her crazy with his touch, his kisses, his
cock, and he was asking her to take it easy! She couldn't control herself, couldn't stop
what was happening to her. How could she take it easy?
Bonnie felt her ass muscles grabbing his fingers while her cunt muscles snapped shut
on his thumb.
"Ohhh, fuck me!" she cried again.
"You want it bad, huh?" Rick asked, grinning at her.
"Yes, oh, yes, fuck me. Damn it, fuck me," she cried again.
"All right, Bonnie. I'm gonna do it, fuck my cock in your cunt."
His brutal, obscene words thrilled her. He was pushing into position between her
raised, white legs. She could feel his knees pressing up against her asscrack, could feel
his cockhead pushing down against her swollen cuntlips. Soon he would be fucking
into her pussy, filling her body with his hot, throbbing cockmeat.
"Oh, do it, do it!" she panted, feeling him edging toward her cunt hole. He was teasing
her, rubbing his cockhead lengthwise over her pussy crack, purposely keeping
millimeters away from her clit.
"Like it, like it that way?" Rick panted into her ear.
"Oh, no, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Her voice trailed off into a babble of madness as he started to fuck her.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes!" she cried as she felt his cockhead working into her cunt.
"Say it, come on, tell me you like it," Rick demanded.
"Oh, yes, yes, I... ughhhh... ooohhhh... I like it!"
Rick shoved forward, his thick cockhead working inside. Her cuntlips unstuck, peeled
back, stretching thin, then snapped back, closing over his cock. Bonnie felt her brother
shoving down, muttering curses when he couldn't slide more of his hot cockmeat
inside.
"You gotta relax," he panted, his cock bending at the center from the effort of fucking
her tight pussy hole.
"I... I'm trying," Bonnie whispered, thinking her heart was going to burst at any second.
"Come on," he urged, reaching down and stroking the outer edges of her cuntlips with
his fingers.
At the same time, he worked his body around so she could feel his prick fucking her
out. It was heavenly, wonderful, incredible, that twisting motion driving her up the
wall! Fucking. That's what they were doing, fucking, really fucking – brother and sister
coupled together like that, defying social and moral order, fucking like two dogs in
heat!
"Feel it, feel it all?" Rick asked.
At first Bonnie couldn't speak. She felt her vocal cords freeze with ecstasy.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, I feel it," she finally whispered back.
"Man, I haven't fucked something this tight ever. Ever!" Rick said, his eyes glazing
over.
"Really?"
Bonnie felt her brother's cockshaft disappearing inch by thick pulsing inch. He didn't
really go deep. He was still twisting his prick around and around, making his cock go
deep enough for her to go crazy!
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.
Strange hot flashes raced through her cunt and ass, making her think only about her
cunt and that wonderful hunk of cockmeat reaming her pussy out. She hunched up
once more, begging for more prickmeat. Rick grunted back, fucking her, rotating his
cock along the clean, tight channel of her virgin pussy.
"Fuck!" he panted.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes!" Bonnie cried.
Bonnie suddenly felt the pressure in her cunt become more intense as Rick shoved
deeper. He was pinching her nipples, squeezing them until she squealed while he
fucked his prick into her sucking pussy. She wanted all of his cock inside her, all of his
prick stretching her itchy cunt walls apart, fucking in until he smashed away her
cherry!
"Feel it, baby, feel it?"
He was rolling down on top of her, squeezing her, holding her under him while he
fucked his cock up inside her. Instinctively the girl reached up to pull his chest down
onto her flattened tits.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," she whispered again, feeling so daring, so wild at pronouncing that
forbidden word.
"Take it, honey, take it all, Sis," Rick whispered.
Suddenly he felt his cock run into something firm. He wasn't at the bottom of her cunt.
He still had a lot of cockmeat left to move in. He had to get in. He knew both of them
needed the full length of his prick fucking in and out of her pussy hole. Rick shoved
forward and down. The wall of flesh held against his cockhead. His weight came down
forward slowly, forcing his cock in.
It was cherry. She felt a shock of pain suddenly hit her.
"Stop it... ughhhh, stop it, Rick!"
"Can't... come on, it's not gonna hurt that much," he panted, shaking off the sweat that
ran down his face.
"It's hurting me already! No, please!"
Bonnie was still trying to push him away, beating her fists against his chest. It was
impossible. Her brother was too big, too strong for her to shove off. She felt the
pressure increase, push in the wall of flesh until she knew it would soon tear away.
"Don't move!" he ordered, holding her firmly against the ground by the shoulders.
"NooooAoWOOWAWWHHH!" she screamed.
He shoved down harder, his legs trembling, his knees pressing up against her upturned
asscheeks. Bonnie snapped her head from side to side, her face red and pinched while
her screams turned into wails. She thought the world had blown apart and crashed into
her cunt. Her brother's prickhead pushed hard against the cherry. His cockshaft was
taking all the weight as he bore down on her.
"AGGGAAGGHHH... oohhhhghh!"
Bonnie tossed and twisted in his grasp, trying to writhe away from Rick. He hadn't
done anything yet. Her cherry was holding firm. If only she could have slipped away
nothing would have happened. She would still be a virgin and – "NOW!"
His voice was a shout, rising higher than her screams. Bonnie stiffened, one leg kicking
out while blonde hair splashed over her whitened face. In one hard shove, her cherry
tore down the center, admitting Rick's fat, throbbing prick.
"OOGOOHHFFFF!" she grunted.
Bonnie felt as if someone had punched her in the belly. Her body snapped to the right,
her arms jerking out while her legs trembled violently. She felt her brother's big cock
fucking in, down, down past the spot where her cherry had been, down into the dark
depths of her body. She couldn't believe the sensation she felt now. It was as if he was
pulling her body in two, wedging it apart with that wonderful cock of his. Her ass
bounced along the ground while her brother shoved in the rest of his long prick.
"Ooooohhhh..."
It was over. He was buried all the way into her cunt. Bonnie could feel the wiry
cockhairs surrounding his prick root tickling her cuntlips. His balls were resting against
her upturned asscheeks. She slowly regained her breath, concentrating on that full,
stuffed feeling in her pussy.
"You okay?"
"Ughhhh... huh!"
She could barely speak. There was still some pain throbbing between her legs. But the
heat radiated by Rick's cock, that sensation of being really fucked was gradually taking
away that pain. Rick ground his body down into hers, resting his head on her tits, his
breath coming in gasps. Sweat oozed off his chest.
"Ohhh, you've fucked me... you've really fucked me," she moaned.
It was all too true. She was lying there, spread wide open, split in two by her own
brother's prick. They had committed incest, one of the foulest crimes there was. Why
had she done it? How had it been so easy for her to go to bed with her brother? And
why was she feeling nothing but feelings of delight when she should be haunted by
guilt?
"Yeah, I'm real good at that. Lots of girls tell me that. But you're one hell of a fuck,
Sis," Rick said, tracing one finger along her thighs.
The two of them lay there for several minutes like that until the pain between Bonnie's
legs disappeared.
"Now it's time to show you what real fucking's about," Rick said, shoving his knees
harder against her asscheeks.
"No, I'm scared to," she said, throwing her arms around his neck again. "Oh, Rick, I'm
scared to."
"Take it easy, Sis. Just do what I tell you and you'll want it so bad you won't be scared."
Bonnie felt shivers of delight race up and down her curling spine. She knew her brother
knew how to play her like an instrument, driving her up higher and higher sexually
until she wouldn't be able to think any more.
He was going to start all over again. And this time there wouldn't be any worries about
her cherry, about her precious virginity. It was all something in the past, now. All she
had to think about was pleasure – pure and simple pleasure brought by her brother's
hard, hot prick.
Rick was tensing his legs and asscheeks, slowly drawing his cock from her cunt. Bonnie
shivered, curling her fingers and dragging her nails down his back. Her brother said
something about the sharpness of her fingernails then stopped talking, concentrating on
her pussy. It was so weird, feeling her cunt walls shrinking back together behind his
retreating bulbous cockhead. Bonnie whimpered, too ashamed at this point to beg her
brother to fuck his prick back into her pussy hole. That was what she wanted. She
didn't want him to withdraw his cock. Her cunt needed that full sensation, that feeling
of being stretched to the limit.
Rick knew what she was feeling and laughed, pulling his cock out all the way now.
Bonnie was jerking her hips around while he moved one hand down between her legs,
circling her cunt lightly, making her gasp in little grunts while hunching up to him.
"Keep it going, Sis, keep it going," he said.
At the same time he edged up a little toward Bonnie, spreading his legs widely until his
cock and balls were bouncing off her thighs.
"Feel my cock up, Sis. Come on, feel my cock and balls," he whispered.
Bonnie reached up, letting her hand creep past his stiff cockroot. She felt something
limp, something soft and hairy, and started rubbing it. At the same time she felt her
brother shivering again. His balls. He groaned when she touched him like that. And
when she started to squeeze his balls she thought he was going to go crazy.
"My cock!" he cried in a tight voice.
Bonnie moved her hand back onto his fat prick, the hardness and heat thrilling her. She
couldn't imagine how all that hot cockmeat had been shoved into her tight pussy.
"All that went in me?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"All of it, and it's going back in right now," Rick said.
Bonnie felt his slippery cockhead moving in her hand as he lowered himself back down.
Rick pushed forward until his thick prickhead was working its way between her juice
slicked pussylips. Bonnie shivered, feeling her cuntlips being pushed apart, feeling them
stretch thin like tightly drawn rubber bands as her brother fucked her all over again.
"Ohhhh, it's soooo good!" Bonnie moaned, dropping her hand to her side.
Her legs spread widely apart so his throbbing cock could slide deeper inside her. More
fuck juice frothed out, wetting down her brother's dangling, hairy balls. She could feel
his fat prick inching down until his cockhead came up to the sore spot where her
cherry had been. The girl tensed, twitching her body under Rick's, pushing up with her
hands.
"Gonna fuck you now, Sis. Gonna give it good to you now!"
He was fucking deeper into her pussy. His iron cock went in like a hot poker through a
tub of butter, burning a tight passage along her slippery cunt walls. There was no pain.
Strangely enough, Rick's cockhead slipped past the sore spot without causing anymore
pain for the girl. Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief, glad she could concentrate on the
delicious feelings racing through her body.
"Mmmmmmmfff!"
Bonnie felt wonderful as she felt Rick's body resting on her. His hairy flesh rubbed over
her body until it seemed every nerve ending she had was standing on end.
"Fuck me, fuck me good," Bonnie whispered shamelessly, caressing her brother's broad
shoulders with her trembling fingers.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, Sis, I'm gonna ream out that tight little cunt of yours," he breathed
into her ear.
The anticipation that Rick would make good his promise made the young girl cry out
with wild delight. She loved the rushing sensation of his cock as his prick tore through
her tight, hot, wet cunt. Before she knew it, he was hammering hard against her clit.
This time her brother didn't stop, didn't try dragging out the scene. Rick was going for
broke. He was fucking harder and faster, his weight shaking her again and again as he
hunched his way into her body.
"Oh, oh, UGHHH!" she grunted.
Sparks of delight showered her cunt. Bonnie grunted with the force of his fucking
shoves. Her cunt was being stretched wide open by his expert strokes. His prick seemed
to be swelling wider and wider, stretching her open until she felt as if she were going to
split in two.
Bonnie felt a flash of wild fire race through her twisting body. Blades of grass clung to
her dampened flesh as the blonde teen shot closer and closer to orgasm. Her chest
tightened, her mouth became dry while her head throbbed in time to the beating of her
heart. She was clawing at her brother's arms, trying to hold herself up while her ass
ground up to meet his fucking prick.
"Ohhh fuck, fuck, fuck me good," she panted in his ear.
"Getting it, Sis? Getting ready for your first big one with a guy?"
Bonnie knew what he was talking about. She could feel her body winding up like a
tight spring, getting ready for some wonderful, terrible thing to happen. Rick was
almost shouting as he fucked his thick cock in her pussy.
"Ohhh..." The girl could feel her body tensing up. She was getting ready for a climax,
the first big end for her virginity.
"OHGHHGHH!" Rick moaned, increasing his fucking thrusts, then trembling mightily
as he threw himself down onto her body and groaned against her neck.
She could feel something spattering into her cunt. Cum! Her brother was firing his load
into her, dumping his spunk into her clutching pussy.
Vile, awful, sluttish! Only that could describe what she was doing as Bonnie wrapped
her legs tightly around Rick's body and pumped hard. She gasped against his neck, her
eyes glazing over and rolling up into her head. Those hot jets of cum scalded her cunt
walls. It was wonderful and terrible as her pussy walls spasmed, her cuntlips clutching
around his shooting cock.
"CUMMMM!" Bonnie cried.
She shouted that wonderful word over and over as spasms tore through her cunt. When
it was finally over, the girl lay exhausted on the ground, cum smearing her thighs as her
brother slowly pulled his cock from her slackening cunt.
"Oh, what've you done to me, Rick?" she asked, blinking her eyes and looking up
through her long lashes at her brother.
"Hey, don't worry about it."
He was sitting cross-legged now, pulling out blades of grass absently while staring at
her. A faint smile crossed his lips. He threw a small tuft of grass onto her smooth belly,
watching her flesh quiver at the light contact.
"Don't... don't worry about it. You're my brother and you... you..." Bonnie couldn't
finish. She had a pained expression on her face, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
Now the guilts were starting.
"Hey, nobody's gonna find out. And besides, who's best suited to help you out like this
except your own family?"
Bonnie ran her fingers through her hair, not quite buying her brother's argument. But,
lying there listening to him, feeling his fingers now tracing over her belly once more
made her feel better. Maybe she wouldn't come home for lunch as she'd told her
mother. Ann wouldn't mind that. She didn't seem to mind much lately.
"I... I dunno," Bonnie said, shivering as her brother's fingers edged closer to her cunt.


Chapter 9

"Where is she?"
Ann looked at the sandwiches she'd made for her and her daughter. It was nearly two
and still no Bonnie. For that matter, Rick's friend Jack hadn't arrived, neither had the
man from the employment agency. It was crazy, she knew, but Ann had the feeling the
world had simply forgotten about her. She sat alone in the kitchen, tapping a finger
against the formica table top, wondering where everyone was.
"Oh, boy, you're always around, aren't you?" Ann said, rubbing the back of Rush's
head.
The horror she had felt earlier toward the dog had disappeared. He wasn't going to hurt
her, tell on her. Rush was the only dependable thing in her life, it seemed. She sat there
alone in the big kitchen, rubbing her fingers over his short, silky fur, wondering about
her family.
"Ohhh, Rush, you're the only thing left to me," Ann said sadly, bending over and
pressing one cheek to the dog's head.
He shuddered, twisting his head around and licking her across the face. Ann smiled.
Why shouldn't she do it again? It was so miserable sitting here alone, rejected, no one
wanting her, loving her, needing her. Swallowing hard, the woman pushed the
sandwich plate to one side, straightening her legs, getting up from the chair and
walking sexily to the doorway. She turned, smiled down at the staring, panting dog and
patted her thighs.
"Come on, Rush, come on," she said, her voice thickening.
There was no wrong or right any longer. All that mattered was the terrible loneliness
and sense of rejection. Ann tried pushing her sadness to one side. She watched as the
strong animal rose and trotted over to her, brushing his warm body against her legs.
"Come on, Rush, come on," she whispered, feeling the room spin about her.
Turning fully around, Ann marched through the living room, her heart skipping beats,
her flesh crawling with excitement. The light brush of her clothing against her skin
made her gasp with excitement. She was going to do it again. She was going to make it
with her pet Doberman, spread her long, lithe legs for the animal. He was the only one
who knew how to satisfy her, how to make her really happy.
As she climbed the stairs, the attractive woman stopped twice, gripping the banister and
closing her eyes. She felt the slippery rub of her cuntlips against one another and
against her clit. The resulting sensation nearly brought her to her knees. Rush stopped
in front of her, twisting his head around and barking impatiently. He had come to
know what lay ahead for him at the top of the stairs.
Ann opened her eyes and smiled weakly up at the panting black animal. Yes, yes, she
was coming, coming to open herself up to him, to degrade herself one more time, to
feel the rush of his sloppy tongue over her cunt.
Moving down the long, silent hall, Ann reached back and unbuttoned her blouse,
letting it slip off her shoulders just as she entered her bedroom and closed the door
behind her. Turning around, she saw her reflection in the full-length mirror –
attractive, not a sag on her body, her firm tits lying seductively on her chest, her legs
shivering slightly as she hooked her thumbs around her panties and shoved them down.
Balancing herself carefully Ann stepped from her briefs, tossing them on top of her
blouse and skirt. No one would bother her in here. She closed her eyes, drinking in the
tight, pulsing sensation between her thighs. Cupping her fingers, the blonde drew them
over her tits, feeling her hard nipples twitching at that light touch. Moving her hands
down, Ann traced them around her bloated cuntlips, feeling her outer pussylips
shivering with anticipation.
"Ohhh, good dog. Don't worry, I'm going to be there," Ann said as the animal barked.
She cast one last look at her naked body in the mirror, then shrugged off the last ounce
of reluctance and guilt. There wouldn't be any silent conversations with her conscience
or God. There wouldn't be any doubts about what she was going to do. All doubts had
surfaced in the past and she'd dealt with them. Or so she thought.
Ann planted her bare buttocks on the edge of the bed, rubbing her thighs together,
feeling that delicious touch of her cuntlips sliding against one another. She leaned to
one side, stretching out her right hand and petting the big Doberman quickly under his
belly. The thinning fur, the hot flesh, everything told her that the cock was near. He
was whimpering strangely, probably wanting her to touch him with her fingers. Would
that be going too far? Would she be stepping over some invisible boundary line? God
only knew she had stepped over so many lately!
"You're such a good dog, a gooood dog," Ann breathed, swinging her legs up over the
side and edging back to the headboard.
The woman rested her head on the crushed pillow, pushing her legs apart, rubbing
their backs sensuously over the silken sheets. Every touch, every sensation registered
like an exploding bomb shell in her mind. Outside, she could hear cars rushing down
the street, could hear children screaming with delight as they ran through sprinklers on
front lawns. Let them have their innocent play while she was inside here, spread wide
open for her dog!
"Unnghhhh... ohhhh..."
It was starting all over again. And even though Rush began the same way, it was like a
revelation to Ann. He was licking her toes, touching her in all the sensitive spots
between them. Then he moved down to her soles, tickling her until she snapped her
legs back.
"Ohhhh, silly dog."
Ann smiled weakly, rolling her head to one side and catching yet another glimpse of
herself and the animal on the sagging queen-sized bed. How odd they looked – her
white, firm body stretched out on the mattress, while couched between her thighs was
the Doberman – big, black, muscular, almost threatening.
A ripple of delight passed through her cunt, sparking at the tip of her clit. Ann shivered
and moved her head to one side, staring at the big animal. He was moving his tongue
up toward her thighs, toward her cunt. It seemed as if every nerve ending in her pussy
and belly were straining down, wanting to be touched, caressed, petted by his sloppy
tongue. She moaned again, worming her ass against the bed. "Yes, oh, God, yessss..."
she hissed.
Ann moved her ass from side to side, enjoying the slippery slide of her cuntlips against
one another, loving the feel of Rush's tongue as it coated her ankles with spit. He was
taking his time now, moving his tongue up to her knees, watching her as she writhed
on the bed and pulled her legs farther apart. He knew she wanted him to touch her
there, to have him lap his tongue over her pussy. Just when it appeared that Rush was
going to lick her cunt he pulled back, swirling his tongue around her knees, keeping
clear of her hot, red moist pussymeat.
"No, no, oh, please, please don't do this to me, Rush. Please touch me... th... there,
there!" Ann cried, moving her right hand over her fuzz-covered pussy.
But the animal had other ideas. It was almost frightening to think that a dog was
playing with her, actually playing with her the way a human lover would. Were animals
that smart? Were they that subtle? She peered down at the big Doberman. She could
believe anything about him. He was so smart, so loving and sexy! God, this was
dangerous, thinking like this. No, she couldn't be giving him human attributes. Soon
she would be fucking him, turning her ass up and fucking him, actually fucking him!
"Fuck, fuck... oooohhh..."
Once the idea lodged itself in her mind, Ann couldn't shake it off. She thought of
herself turning around, burying her face in the pillow while she edged her ass up,
wagging her ass like a tail from side to side, enticing the barking dog to mount her and
drive his knobby prick into her cunt. The thought of having something hard and hot in
her pussy made her groan and shudder. Why not? Why the hell not? Who was going to
stand back and point a finger at her? Who cared that much?
"Ohhhhhh... fuck..."
The urge was growing greater and greater as she felt Rush's tongue slop up her right
thigh. He was leaving a long trail of warm doggie spit on her thighs, moving closer now
to her cunt. Ann wrinkled up her forehead, tucking her ass down and under, raising
her legs and pressing the soles of her feet on the bed while rubbing the edges of her
cuntlips.
"Oh, touch me, touch me!" she cried.
His tongue brushed up and down the full length of her furry pussy slot. Ann felt her
cunt muscles tense up and spasm, moving her cuntlips, making all sorts of wild
sensations rush through her pussy as the animal kept slopping his tongue back and
forth over her cunt.
"Yessss..." she hissed.
Ann reached down again, pulling her cunt farther apart with her trembling fingers so
that Rush could touch every soppy inch of her pussy. She wanted to feel completely
violated, completely opened to the large Doberman. Ann bounced her ass frantically
against the mattress, the force of her wild movements slapping the headboard against
the wall. She didn't care who heard her now or what anyone would think if they were
to see her embracing the large Doberman with her knees. The touch of his warm furry
body against her thighs was too wonderful to be described! Ann wallowed her shoulders
against the mattress, wheezing through her flared nostrils, begging the dog to fuck her.
"Ughhhh, fuck... fuck me!"
Did he understand? Did he know what dangerous ground the attractive blonde was
treading on? Ann didn't care. She let her fingers stray into her cunt slit. She plowed the
slippery folds and hollows apart, letting her nails cut into their sensitive softness. Her
head was spinning. And the dog's tongue was lapping at her whitened knuckles,
swirling around the tense, eager mouth of her cunt, dipping in and making her cuntlips
snap against her fingers.
"Oh, God, God!"
Whimpery gasps came from her throat. Roughly she grabbed the fur around Rush's
neck and pulled his snout into her pussy. She needed something bigger, something
harder and thicker than his tongue. She needed a cock!
"Cock," she whispered.
Ann sucked in a little breath, having tucked one leg under the other and rolled onto her
hands and knees. She was going to do it... actually going to do it. She angled her body
down, burying her face in the pillow while holding the pillow tightly with both hands.
She angled her ass up, tucking her knees under until they were brushing against her
firm, hanging tits. Rush whimpered, centering his licking attention against her clit now.
The tiny pink bump was hard and acutely sensitive. The animal felt it with his tongue,
trying to flatten it down into her throbbing cuntlips. Ann danced her plump ass about,
tucking that little treat away from Rush, silently begging him for the unspeakable.
"Ohhhh..."
She babbled like a madwoman, spit oozing from the corners of her mouth. And then
the dog's mouth was gone. She felt him take hold of one of her asscheeks and shake her
gently. The pull of the nipped flesh, the strain of against her clit pushed her closer and
closer to the cliff's edge. Ann struggled to keep her sanity as Rush lapped her closer and
closer to orgasm.
What an afternoon this was turning out to be!


Chapter 10

Ann was thrusting her hips wildly, jerking them from side to side. The hot, tight ache
was growing worse and worse between her legs. And still the animal was only licking
her, only barely touching the most sensitive spots of her pussy.
It was madness, insanity to be in this position, tempting a hostile fate. But Ann felt
beyond control of her own body. A dark force had taken over, had made her crouch in
that obscene dog-fuck position. She whimpered, biting the cotton pillow cover, wagging
her ass again. Rush bumped his head hard against her thigh. He was on his paws now,
driving his pointed muzzle against her cunt.
How deliciously good it was to have this animal eating out her cunt. But still it wasn't
what she wanted... wasn't what she needed!
"FUCK!"
How hard did she have to yell it? Did she have to scream down the walls? Ann
whimpered passionately into the pillow, tucking her ass back and forth as if she were
fucking a cock. Perhaps that movement would give the big animal a clue, would tell
him what she wanted!
"Ohhhh..."
She was driving her cunt up and down against the pink tongue that kept raping her.
And it was good. It was soo good she knew she'd never be the same again. Ann knew
she wasn't going to let him go this easily. Rush was going to do more to her, going to
touch her with more. Thrilling jolts of lust exploded between her shivering legs. But
still she held back, keeping the big climax down while the animal's tongue sloshed over
her cunt.
"UGHHH!" she groaned.
Her raw pussy sucked in air. He had to fuck her now, had to touch her. She bit her lip,
rolling her ass from side to side, her knees digging hard into the mattress.
"Now, oh, now!"
Ann felt his paws scratching the rounded tops of her asscheeks. He was doing it! He
was going to mount her, going to fuck her! There was more pressure, the sensation of
his paws sliding up her asscheeks. She cried out, digging her fingernails into the top
sheet. The furry weight of his body was fully on her. She felt his forepaws sliding up
until they were wrapped around her upper belly. The claws hurt her flesh. But the
woman endured it, feeling something very hot, very slick edging up her thighs. Ann
groaned again, twisting her head around, sucking in lungfuls of air to feed her tense,
plunging body. She felt his hindquarters pressing up against the backs of her legs.
Mounted, fucked! She was a bitch in heat, deserving of this big stud of a Doberman to
fuck his prick into her!
"Oh, God!" she cried.
His hot cock was getting closer and closer, worming its way up to her pussy. His belly
was moving up and down, rubbing against her sagging back, reflecting the excitement
coursing through his body. She felt his head nestling between her jutting shoulder
blades. Ann curled her fingers, clinging to the bed, feeling that if she were to let go she
would crash through the ceiling. She felt she was going to die doing this! Her heart
would surely burst from the tension racing through her.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed.
His cock was there, brushing up and down over her cunt slit. She could feel her tense
muscles contracting, drawing her cuntlips together like the top of a draw purse. Rush
tightened his grip on the bent-over woman, growling low in his throat as he pushed his
legs back and angled his prick.
"Oh, no, no!" she cried suddenly.
The tip of his hot little cock! How strange his prick felt jabbing at her cunt. He was
giving lusty little fucking thrusts, fucking his cock into her cunt, then finally shoving at
least half his knobby prick into her pussy, barking loudly.
A shock of guilt nearly flattened her. Shaking her head, Ann arched her back, jerking
forward, kicking her legs back. What on earth could she be thinking of? Fucking a dog?
She knew she had gone too far. No matter how lonely she was, surely she couldn't go
into this kind of horror. Crying out, Ann shook her body violently, finally crawling out
from under the animal and rushing out of the bedroom.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, feeling the burning itch of her cuntlips grow worse as she
staggered into the bathroom and kicked the door behind her. Panting like a dog the
woman clung to the edge of the sink, peering up through the hair curtaining her face at
her reflection in the cabinet mirror. She looked like a raped whore! Her glazed eyes, her
slightly swollen mouth, her reddened face all spoke of fucking – depraved fucking.
Drawing her legs together, rubbing her thighs against one another, she dipped and
plunged her plump asscheeks. Her feet slid over the tiled floor while her grip tightened
around the sink.
A firestorm exploded in her crotch finally, weakening her knees, sending the gasping
woman crashing to the floor. Rubbing her fingers over her cunt, dipping one or two
into her throbbing wet pussy hole, Ann thrashed on the cold floor, sobbing with
frustration that there was no cock to take care of her convulsing cunt.
Minutes had passed since the last spasm passed through her cunt. She lay curled
around the legs of the sink, one hand covering her face. Shame! Oh the same, the guilt!
To think she had nearly done it. She had done it but had pulled away at the last
moment. Ann had felt something entering her cunt mouth, jabbing at her slick,
throbbing cunt walls. She had pulled away. But the fact remained she had let a dog fuck
her.
As she lay there, the woman heard the doorbell ringing.
"Oh, God, God, who could that be?"
Ann didn't want to answer the door. The edge of her excitement had been removed.
But still she was feeling unsure of herself, unsteady. The bell rang again, jangling her
nerves. Whoever it was wasn't going to go away. Splashing some cold water on her face,
the attractive blonde toweled off, threw a loose-fitting dressing gown over her shoulders
and opened the bathroom door. Rush was standing there in the hall, his cock still hard,
twitching, fully extended from its black furry sheath.
"Get out of here! You'll never do that to me again," she said, her voice quivering. The
bell jangled again.
As she approached the front door, Ann could see the silhouette of a large man, his
shoulders broader than the windows. Her breath caught as she twisted the doorknob
and pulled back.
"Yes?" she asked as she opened the door.
This was too much for her to stand! There she was, standing there in only her
bathrobe, her cunt still running with fuck juice while in front of her were two young
men, grins on their faces.
"Oh, the agency didn't call you. I'm sorry, but this... well, you must be Rick's friend
Jack. I promised my son... why don't you both come in," Ann rambled, feeling herself
going out of focus. The world was becoming fuzzy, unreal as the young studs walked
into the living room and she started trying to explain what had happened.
Ann finally sorted things out, sitting with her knees held tightly together and telling the
agency's young man she didn't want to employ him.
"So you see, I meant well. But I just didn't get you in time," she said, thinking back to
the reason why she didn't call soon enough. That damned dog, always on her mind,
always making her... no, that wasn't right at all. She was training the dog to work out
on her, to take care of her needs, her sick desires. Biting her lower lip, she looked from
one man to the other, feeling the power of the silence that now fell among them.
"Sorry, man," Jack said, slapping the tall blond stud on the shoulders. He was grinning
from ear to ear, obviously glad at having landed the job. "I need the money for college
next year. Every coin counts."
"Yeah, me too," the other young man said, sulking as he rubbed his fingers together.
"No chance me getting on later or something?"
"I... could take your name in case I have some more work," Ann said, her heart
quickening.
She rose from the sofa, carefully walking across the room. One of these young men was
Rick's friend. No, she couldn't let him see that her son's mother was some odd kind of
nympho turning onto his friends. If only that dog hadn't touched her like that, hadn't
teased her with his cock. If only she hadn't panicked and jerked away! There were far
too many if's in her life!
"What's your name?" Ann asked, taking up a pad and pencil and trying to ignore the
pulsing itch prickling her clit. Her fingers could barely grasp the pencil while the pad
shook in her left hand. Slowly, unknown to Ann at the time, her gown was opening.
"Larry... Larry Jackson," the blond said, smoothing down his ruffled hair with one hand
and studying the older woman in front of him. Jack noticed the stare and turned toward
Ann, his look changing as her gown parted yet another inch and revealed the soft swells
of her thunderous tits. One more inch, just one more and her stiff, dark-red nipples
would appear.
"I have it. Well, in case something comes up I'll give you a call. Just leave your number
and..."
Rush appeared. That awful, horrible big Doberman came around the corner and went
straight for Ann's gown. Before she could back away or grab hold of the edges the
animal nosed under the hem, twisting his head around, then opening his jaws and
locking them on the material. Ann felt horror race through her mind as he ducked
back, tearing at the cloth, pulling her dressing gown completely open.
"Oh!" she screamed, dropping the pad and pencil, her hands jerking down, her fingers
tugging at her gown. It was too late. The animal had torn it open, forcing her to reveal
her swollen cunt and her tits to the wide-eyed young men.
"Let go, let go!" she cried, pulling back, her feet banging against the desk.
"Hey, man, let 'er go!" Jack said, getting up and swatting the Doberman hard on the
ass.
Rush wheeled around, baring his front fangs and snapping at Rick's friend.
"SHIT!" Jack yelled.
"Hey, get out, man!" Larry said, grabbing hold of several heavy books and throwing
them at the Doberman's head. A dictionary struck the big animal, sending him
whimpering off into the kitchen. Ann grabbed her gown and held it tightly against her
tits, shamed beyond all thought.
"You got one hell of a screwy dog," Jack said, eyeing her with suspicion.
"Seems to have done that before... kinda like we might've interrupted something when
we came up," Larry added, narrowing his eyes and staring hotly at the red-faced
woman.
"Yeah," Jack said, nodding his head up and down. "You know, it's not usual for
someone to be runnin' around the house with a robe on unless they're sick. And that
dog... you see his prick?"
Prick! They were talking freely in front of her. They knew something was up! Ann felt
panic rising in her. They were going to tell the world, tell her son and daughter about
her secret shame! Ann wanted to drop through the floor. Instead she reached out and
steadied herself against the desk.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said breathlessly. "But I won't have talk
like that in my house. You'll please leave and-"
"You smell something?" Jack asked, tilting his handsome head back and sniffing the air.
"Yeahhhh... kinda musty. Pussy! Hot pussy!" Larry said, grinning at Ann.
"Get out!" she screamed at them, her body shivering with humiliation and fear.
"That prick... it was all the way out, man, like he was doin' something with it just
before we came up," Jack continued.
"You go down on dogs, lady?" Larry asked, chuckling as he slid one hand down
between his legs and started scratching his balls.
"I said get out of here... before I call the police!" Ann said, starting for the telephone.
"Nobody's gonna call the cops," Jack said, moving in front of her.
Ann let out a tiny scream, pulling both hands to her tits and backing away. They were
going to fuck her. She could see that in their eyes. Both of them were going to fuck her.
That thought excited the hell out of her! She still backed away, feeling her cunt grow
hot, sticky, draining every last ounce of strength and will she had.
"No!"
"Rick never said too much about his old lady. He been tappin' you too?" Jack said,
laughing at her.
"No!" she yelled.
Where was Rush when she needed him? They both had her now, holding her by the
wrists as she struggled in their grasp. Her gown was fully opened now, sliding down
her shoulders. In a moment she was standing there completely nude, her big tits
slapping against her chest as she writhed between the young men.
"Man, she's juicin' so much you can see it runnin' down her legs!" Larry said.
"Come on, man, I haven't had a good fuck in a long time. Shit, didn't guess I'd be
fuckin' some woman when I came up here," he said. "She needs a job, a good job done
on her."
"Yeah, come on, we're gonna give her one."
They forced Ann to tell where her bedroom was. She stopped struggling, keeping her
head bent low as she guided them up the stairs. How her clit burned, how her heart
was pounding as she heard both men breathing heavily behind her. They were excited
by her, turned on. She saw the bulges between their legs. They were going to fuck the
hell out of her. And that reason alone kept her from calling out for help. Cockmeat!
She was finally going to have it... possibly have more than she could handle!
"Here," she said.
As she stood by the door she felt a hand caress her asscheeks. The sensation of having
those calloused fingers tracing over her tits, tugging at them, pulling them apart made
her pussy spasm. She swayed drunkenly from side to side, then grasped the doorknob
and threw the door open.
"Man, somethin' was goin' on in here," Larry said, eyeing the wrinkled bed.
"I told you, she and the mutt must've been doing something when we came in. You
fuck dogs a lot, lady?" Jack asked mockingly.
Ann still burned with shame. Then she felt one of them grab her and shove her toward
the bed.
"We got ways of dealin' with dog-fuckers," he said, sneering at her while tugging off his
white cotton T-shirt. Larry had already slipped out of his clothes and was standing by
the front of the bed, fingering an eight-inch cock.
"Come on, baby, suck this mother... gimme some good head," he said, walking up to
her, wagging his fat-headed prick in front of her.
Ann felt him hold her head in both hands, pressing his fingertips against the spots
where her jaw met to force her mouth open. He didn't have to do that. She was ready
to do almost anything.
"Come on, suck my prick the way you probably sucked that dog's cock," Larry growled.
She could smell the sour odor of his unwashed groin. Instead of displeasing her, the
aroma made her shiver with sexuality. She felt her cunt walls knotting up as she leaned
forward and her hair slipped over her ears and face. Ann felt his cock brush over her
lower lip, then push forward. In a moment, half of his prick filled her mouth, making
her cheeks puff out.
"Suck it, man, suck it," he said, squeezing his hairy asscheeks together and fucking his
prick in and out of her mouth.
"Man, that looks good," Jack said, stepping out of his jeans and watching Ann's head
swing back and forth on Larry's cock. "Christ, she knows... ughh... knows what she's
doin' too. That's it, babe, yeahhhh... move that... ughhh, that tongue around..."
They switched. Larry's cock slipped from her mouth with a wet pop. Her son's best
friend was next, stepping in front and holding her tightly behind the head while
guiding his cock into her mouth. Ann gagged as he kept fucking his prick deeper until
his bulbous dripping cockhead brushed over her tonsils and started going down her
throat. She breathed with whistling sounds through her flared nostrils, her face burning
red as he kept shoving down. In a moment she could feel his cockhairs brushing over
her face, feel his balls swinging against her chin. And still he kept shoving down,
forcing her to take all his eight inches until she began coughing and gagging. Spittle
foamed from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin while stray strands of
blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Jack eased a few inches out of
her mouth to let her breathe.
"MMFMFMMFMFFF!" she gasped.
"Come on, man, I'm gettin' so hot I'm gonna fuckin' shoot my load right here," Larry
said, falling onto the rumpled bed.
"All right by me," Jack said, pulling out and shoving Ann back onto the mattress. She
lay there, watching both men positioning themselves for a double fuck.


Chapter 11

It was the wildest thing that had ever happened to Ann in her life. She was going to be
fucked by two studs, her body violated, fucked by two men at the same time!
Jack was the first to make an advance, rolling on top of her. She wasn't sure how this
was going to go. But the moment she felt his lips crush hers, felt his tongue spearing
deep into her throat while his hard cock started nudging her juicy cunt crack, Ann felt
her resistance melt away. How quickly that cockhead became slippery with her pussy
juice. His prick jabbed at the woman's fat cuntlips. Ann groaned, arching her body,
wallowing her shoulders against the mattress. She felt her swollen lips forced apart by
his hard prick. She sucked in a ragged breath as she felt his hunk of cockmeat fuck into
her pussy. Her cunt tingled along its full length as her pussy felt a long, hard prick
being fucked into her cunt.
"Shove it in hard, man, shove it hard," Larry whispered, crawling onto the bed and
watching with bright eyes.
Her pussy fit tightly around the broad, hairy base of Jack's cock. Her cunt was stretched
to the hilt, pushed open by those throbbing eight inches of prick. At the top of her
spread pussylips her erect clit throbbed.
"Let me help, man," Larry said, crawling up between their legs.
Ann felt his hands on the ticklish insides of her thighs. A hot shiver shot through her
cunt. She didn't know what he was going to do, but she knew it would feel good. With
Jack's body humping down onto hers she couldn't have stopped this scene even if she
wanted to. She felt Larry's fingers stroking their way up. She pushed her legs farther
apart.
"UGHHH!" she grunted.
As her body opened wider Jack gave her a hard shove, burying his cock to the hilt in
her tight cunt. Larry told him to pull out for just a second.
"Okay, man, but you better know what the fuck you're doing," Jack growled.
Ann let out a cry as she felt the cock pulling out, leaving her pussy unattended, empty.
Her cunt sucked, milking at the retreating prick. He couldn't do this to her, couldn't
leave her high and dry.
She was feeling the stretched tissues of her cunt being licked by a rough, slippery
tongue. She tried snapping her legs shut, but Larry had his hands pressing out against
her thighs. She struggled against them, feeling her clit being teased by the rough licking
surface. It was like the dog only better! And holding her, pinching her tits, pressing her
body down into the bed, was another stud! She was close to cumming!
Jack fit his cockhead back into her throbbing cuntcrack and shoved down. As the
slippery tissues of Ann's pussy curled around his cockshaft the woman cried out that
she was going to cum soon.
"Then go for it, baby, come on, go for it!" he shouted back. Then he pulled his prick
out.
Larry was back at her cunt then. She felt his tongue lashing up, running around the
straining edge of her cunt before dipping into her pussy. Jack was holding his cock out
once more, telling his buddy to hurry up. Once again she felt the elastic tissues of her
cunt squeezing shut.
Ann threw her hips into the air, her clit rubbing against Larry's upper lip as the young
man starting licking once more.
"She's gonna go, man. Get outta the way and let me get my cock back into her. Time to
do some nut bustin'," Jack growled.
Ann was going wild. She threw her hips up with desperate hunching motions. It had
been so long since anyone had touched her like this. And now, in such a short space of
time, two men were on her, fucking her, licking her. It was more than her poor
confused mind could stand! Her soft legs wanted to close over Larry's head while her
pussy ached for Jack's prick. She thrashed about to get her cunt sucked, fucked,
touched! More tremors of goodness shot through her pussy.
With one last thrust of his tongue, Larry pulled away and rolled out from between their
legs.
"Fuck her," he whispered hoarsely.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ann moaned as she felt eight inches of cockmeat fuck into her. She felt
the relief of having her tense, itchy pussy walls being stretched apart again, scratched by
Jack's fat dork. She moaned and cried, wrapping her legs around his hard-muscled
body, not caring that she was fucking her son's best friend. Thoughts about the
repercussions of this indiscretion were far from her mind. All Ann cared about were the
delightful sensations rocketing through her body.
"Do it, fuck me, fuck..."
Ann locked herself so tightly around him that he raised her up off the bed when he
pulled back for a downstroke.
"Noooooo!" she screamed, throwing her head back, sweat streaking her face as her cunt
tightened, wound up for her first big cum in years.
Ann heard Jack say something, felt his body trembling as wildly as hers. Something hot
and wet was blowing into her pussy hole! He was cumming, shooting his spunk into
her.
"Fuck it out, babe, fuck it out!"
The power of her spasms nearly knocked her out. The two of them trembled together,
thrashing and kicking and writhing until the last of their mutual orgasm drifted away.
Ann fell back to the bed, temporarily exhausted.
"Hey, she didn't take care of me, man. I wanna feel her fuckin' mouth around my dick.
I'm not gonna have sloppy seconds," Larry said, stretching out on the bed next to them
and holding his cock up with both hands.
"You heard him, Mrs. Parker. Come on, suck him off," Jack said, crawling off the
panting woman and lying to one side.
Ann didn't hear the rustle outside the partially opened door, nor did she see Rush trot
in and stop by the bureau, eyeing the two men who had so recently thrown things at
him. She was too interested in the cock staring back at her right now. Even five minutes
after she had cum with Jack, Ann was ready again. Kneeling between Larry's legs, she
felt her breath go ragged. She sat back on her haunches in front of him, watching Larry
slump back on the pillow and close his eyes.
"Suck it, baby, suck it."
Ann stuck out her tongue and let it rest against the two lobes at the underside of his
cockhead. Larry grunted with pleasure. Just then she heard Rush whimpering.
"The mutt. Doesn't seem to be botherin' us, though. Maybe he wants in on the act,"
Jack said, chuckling with obvious amusement.
Ann groaned with humiliation, then turned back and started gently licking Larry's
prickhead again. He writhed on the bed as she extended her tongue a little more and
covered almost half the underside of his cock. Larry held his breath. He was so close, so
tense he was shaking.
"Ohhh, man, this broad gives good head!"
Closing her eyes, Ann fucked the veined cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips sucked
around the flared prickhead, her teeth occasionally nicking his cockhead. Then she
plunged down almost to Larry's balls.
A jab of fear shot through her when she felt the bed sag down at the far end. Rush! He
had climbed up, climbed up with Jack's encouragement. The boys suspected something
had been going on. Now they wanted to see for themselves!
"oooooH!" she gasped, spit oozing from her lips down his fat cockshaft as Rush
prowled his nose between her asscheeks and wet her crotch.
Slapping back, Ann kept up her sucking rhythm. But Rush wouldn't be driven away.
He had made his peace with the boys and was working over her hot cuntlips now,
stroking them hungrily with his rough tongue. Jack was propping his head up with one
hand, fingering his cock, watching with interest at the operation.
"UGHHHH!" Ann whimpered half with shame, half with passion. Rush knew how to
lick her, how to bring his hot tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt. She was
trembling like a bitch in heat.
"Go on, baby, go on. It's one hell of a turn-on watchin' you suck cock while the mutt's
eatin' you out," Jack said, catching her wrists as she tried to slap back at Rush again.
Ann sighed, turning her head so she could bite the side of Larry's thick-veined prick
shaft. That teasing tickling wetness rubbing against her cunt was the same kind she was
giving to Larry.
"Oh, man, suck it off!" Larry cried.
Ann let the purplish cockhead gouge against her tonsils. Larry sounded as if he were
coming apart. Rush wallowed his black snout part of the way into her cunt opening.
She felt her muscles convulsing around that invasion. The dog grunted and drove his
tongue in a wild lapping frenzy over her cunt. Obviously he enjoyed the mixture of her
fuck juices and Jack's cum. Ohhhh, how delicious that double sensation of cock in the
mouth and tongue in the cunt felt! Ann widened her knees unashamedly on the
mattress, feeling the dog hunkering down between her legs.
Rush centered his licking attention on her clit now, dragging his tongue over the tiny
bump until Ann thought she was going to pass out. She babbled around the prick
between her lips, spit leaking out the corners of her mouth. She could see his balls were
pulled up high in their sac by the tension of her mouth.
Then it happened. Larry pounded the mattress and cursed. She loved his filthy mouth,
enjoyed those obscene words. And at the same time she could feel the Doberman's
fangs pressing in against her cuntlips. It was happening together! She was going to die
doing this!
In a second Larry came, gouts of his cum spattering against the back of her throat. Ann
curved her tongue into a trough and shoved it back and forth against the underside of
his cockshaft. A powerful froth erupted from his piss-slit again and again. Feeling Rush
nipping at her shivering thighs Ann swallowed hard, quivering and wheezing through
her nose, gurgling as she bolted down the hot cum with excitement. How she loved it,
wished in a way she could have it shooting down her pussy.
And then it was over. The hard cock in her mouth was softening already. She let it slip
from her mouth as she fell sideways on the bed. Rush bumped his head against her
thighs to keep her legs open. He was up on his paws now, driving his pointed muzzle
against her cunt. And Jack and Larry were watching. She could hardly see Rush as they
shoved up closer to the action, a dog eating out her cunt! Ann was past being able to
stop Rush. It was wonderful! And now Jack was helping things happen. He was holding
one leg up and open for the dog while Larry held her down. His fingers closed over one
tit, his mouth falling on the nipple and sucking hard. Mouths, tongues, lips, everything
was blending together.
The blonde was whimpering passionately while the dog's tongue fucked like a cock. She
was cumming all over again.
Ann thrashed madly on the bed, hunching and groaning against the driving animal
tongue that fucked her. It was good, so good! The whole scene exploded in front of her
eyes while spasm after spasm rocked her. She cried out, her cunt sucking in air as again
and again the dog licked. In a moment she heard him howl, felt his haunches trembling
against her legs. Yes, he was shooting too. She knew he was cumming, dumping his
doggie jizz onto the mattress.
When it was over the four of them lay quietly together. Jack was fingering one tit while
Larry pressed one hand over her cunt: "Don't... don't tell my son," Ann said, biting her
lower lip.
"Hey, mama, don't worry. I'm not gonna blow something this good. You're gonna hire
both of us, huh?"
Ann felt uneasy. It was blackmail of a sort. But how could she resist. They had done
something for her, something therapists would have accomplished in years and
thousands of dollars later. Of course she'd hire both of them... but they would have to
be careful. Her son and daughter couldn't even guess that something untoward was
happening.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to let Rick onto our little secret, right, mutt?" he said,
stretching out one hand and scratching the sleepy Doberman behind the ears.
"Yeah, gotta thank the agency for putting me onto you," Larry added.
Ann sighed happily. She was entering a new world, a dangerous one if she was to be
indiscreet. But all those years of denial had to be put behind her. She was going to be
walking on unsteady ground. But that was a price she was willing to pay.
"You've got to go. My children will be home soon. But tomorrow-"
"And the next day and next... yeah, we're gonna have ourselves some fun," Jack said,
reluctantly sliding off the bed.
"One at a time or both," Larry added, rolling off the side.

* * *

Some miles away Bonnie was sucking at the last of her coke. Rick sat opposite her,
pushing his plate around.
"Don't tell mom... you know, about what we've done out here," Rick said, smiling
sexily at his sister.
"No, I won't. I won't," Bonnie said, her face reddening. She still couldn't be completely
at ease with the thought she'd been fucking her own brother.
"Besides, I can't keep doing this to you. It's not too smart. I've got a buddy you should
meet... Jack. I think he's gonna be working around the house or something, helping
mom around. I think you'll like him."
Bonnie blushed to think her brother was acting as pimp. Still, he was only trying to
help. And if Jack was that nice, well, it might be interesting.
"Come on, let's get on home. Mom's probably wondering where we are," Rick said,
fishing out his wallet and sliding out of the booth.
"Yeah, she doesn't have too much else to do around the house," Bonnie agreed,
climbing out of the booth and wondering what this Jack was like. Would her mother
approve of him? She would think about that later. After all, her mother was so square.
She couldn't possibly guess what went on between young people today.


THE END
