Daughter's Doggy Days
by Bob Wallace 


FOREWORD 

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

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

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

The characters in DAUGHTER'S DOGGY DAYS are a case in point. Their story is 
one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the 
reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Wendy Michaels finished packing. Stealthily, she tiptoed by her parents' 
room, pausing for a moment. A frown crossed her innocent face. 

"I'll be back when I find my real parents," she whispered determinedly, her 
face solemn. 

Stepping out into the night, she felt alone for the first time in her life. 
It was her birthday today, and along with her birthday presents, she had 
learned she had been adopted. 

Carrying her small suitcase, she walked down the dark street, a shiver 
rippling down her spine. She turned the corner, steeling herself to the task 
of finding her real parents, no matter how long it took. 

At the edge of town, she set her suitcase down on the pavement, her arm and 
shoulder aching. It was dark. The road was lonely. An occasional car whizzed 
by. 

She stuck out her thumb. Her bottom lip quivered. She was scared. Three cars 
passed during the first hour, and none stopped. Tired, despondent, she stood 
her ground and decided to wait and see if the next car would stop for her. 
She didn't want to take a bus-she had to hold onto the small amount of money 
she did have. 

She spotted headlights in the far distance and stuck out her hand again. Her 
heart skipped a beat as she prayed it would stop. 

The headlights cast a harsh beam on the young girl as the car approached, 
then slowed, stopping about twenty feet beyond her. 

"Oh good!" Wendy squealed, picking up her suitcase and running toward the 
waiting car. Wendy opened the front door. "Ohhh, thank you for stopping. I 
thought I was going to have to wait all night for a ride." Her soft blue 
eyes settled on a huge black dog on the front seat. 

"Put your suitcase inside and climb in the back," the woman driver said, a 
smile on her pretty face. 

Wendy slid her suitcase next to the giant Doberman that peered at her with 
black onyx eyes. A shiver seized her. After opening the back door, she saw 
another woman with black hair and dark violet eyes that took in the young 
innocent girl in a sweeping glance. 

"Hi," Wendy said, climbing in the back. She kept herself as close to the 
door as possible. She was beginning to have second thoughts about this. She 
gave the smiling woman next to her a glance, thankful that she got picked up 
by women instead of men. Hitchhiking this late was dangerous enough. 

"You're out kind of late for a young girl," the woman with the leering 
violet eyes said. Her voice was deep, throaty, a quality of lust oozing from 
each word. "You running away from home?" 

Wendy gave her a darting look. "No." Her cheeks flared. "I'm on my way 
home." In a way, she was going home. 

"Where's home?" the same woman asked, and crossed her long legs, baring the 
creamy flesh of her thighs. 

Wendy stared at her. "New York." She knew she was blushing under the woman's 
steady gaze. 

The woman smiled. "I'm Darlene." 

"My name's Wendy. "She glanced down at the woman's hands-long and sleek, 
like the rest of her. Wendy was struck dumb. The woman was lifting her 
skirt! 

"It's a long way to New York, Wendy. Maybe you should get some rest." 
Darlene caressed the soft inner flesh of her own thighs as if Wendy weren't 
there. 

Wendy looked away. Her face burned with embarrassment. She gave the woman up 
front a glance. All she could see was her long red hair and the profile of 
her delicate features. 

"You're going all the way to New York?" Wendy asked. 

Darlene stroked her thighs with her eyes closed, her legs softly spread. 
"Mmmmmm hummm," she purred. "You can go all the way with us." 

"Thanks," Wendy said, not believing her good fortune. She wouldn't have to 
take a bus after all. Wendy kept her eyes toward the window, not about to 
look at the beautiful woman who was intently rubbing herself between her 
legs. Wendy cleared her throat uneasily. "I don't know how to thank you." 

"Mmmmmm," Darlene sighed dreamily. Her long fingers were now caressing near 
the crotch of her juice-stained panties. "I'm sure Sherry and I can think of 
something. Right, Sherry?" Darlene looked up at her friend who was driving. 

Sherry laughed-a cheerful sound that quickly lifted the tension in the large 
car. She glanced into the rearview mirror, appraising the young innocent 
blonde teenager. "I'm sure we can." Sherry's green eyes glittered. 

Suddenly, an uncomfortable feeling came over Wendy. She forced a smile at 
the pretty woman up front. So, what if they were a little strange? A ride 
all the way to New York was worth it. 

"Is that your dog?" Wendy asked. 

"He belongs to both of us," Darlene purred. "He's one of the family." She 
gave a dirty giggle and Sherry joined in. "His name is Satan." 

"He's big," Wendy commented, staring at the black-haired beast. A Doberman. 
Fierce looking. Wendy quivered inside, smiling on the outside. "Does he 
bite?" 

"Only when we want him to," laughed 

Sherry. "He's big in more ways than one, too." 

Darlene laughed and looked over at Wendy. "You a virgin?" 

Wendy's mouth opened in stunned silence. Her eyes widened. "Of course I am," 
she said, after a moment. 

"You hear that, Sherry?" Darlene's soft voice purred. 

"Mm hmm," Sherry replied. "It's making me wet between my legs just thinking 
about it. Damn, I had to be driving! You're always the lucky one, Darlene." 

Darlene giggled dirtily. "I think Satan's going to be the lucky one. I 
didn't think there were any virgins left in America." Darlene glanced at 
Wendy. "You must really be saving it for something big." 

A surge of uneasiness gripped Wendy in the gut. She had never talked like 
this with her friends at school. "Can't we talk about something else?" 

Darlene laughed, hiked her dress up around her waist, skimmed off her 
panties, tossed them over the seat. "Shit, Wendy, there's nothing else to 
talk about but sex. Don't you think it's about time you gave up your cherry 
and became a woman?" 

"Please," Wendy insisted. She closed her eyes tightly. Her stomach churned. 
She didn't believe what Darlene had just done. Right in front of her! 

Darlene leaned toward Wendy, touched her thigh through her skirt. "It's been 
a long time since I've felt a virgin," Darlene said, pushing Wendy's skirt 
up. "Let me touch you, honey." 

Appalled, Wendy shoved the woman's hand away. "Don't do that! Please." Wendy 
tried squirming away, but she was already too close to the door. 

"Don't be a little shit," Darlene snapped. "You should be grateful. We're 
giving you a ride all the way to New York, and all I wanna do is touch you." 
Darlene grabbed a fistful of Wendy's plaid skirt and forced it up her legs. 

"Please," Wendy whined. "Don't." Her innocent blue eyes spilled over with 
tears. 

Snickering, Darlene dropped Wendy's skirt. "Watch me, honey." Authority 
reeked in Darlene's tone. "Watch, and maybe I won't touch you." 

Wendy shuddered. Slowly, as if under a great strain, Wendy turned her head 
to Darlene. She gulped back a surge of panic, her eyes still rimmed with 
tears. 

Darlene angled her long lush body, raising one leg up on the seat. Darlene 
stroked her thatch of black cunt hair with a red-painted nail. Wendy could 
see Darlene shivering in joy every time her nail scratched her swollen piece 
of clit meat. 

"Goddamn, Wendy, don't you even play with yourself?" Darlene demanded, her 
ass squirming on the leather seat. She enjoyed the shocked expression on the 
young girl's face. 

"I'll bet she doesn't even have pussy hair," Sherry put in. 

"God," Darlene moaned dreamily. "Sounds delicious." The beautiful 
black-haired woman leered at Wendy. "You have pussy hair, Wendy?" Darlene's 
strong features were outlined by the moonlight streaming in through the car 
windows. 

"She's not talking," Sherry said. "Maybe Satan can help her remember." 

Wendy looked at the dog and cried: "Let me out of here!" 

"When we get to New York," Darlene said. "By then you'll be a woman. We 
can't have you wandering around the city without knowing how to take care of 
yourself." Darlene ran a finger into the juicy red slit of her own pussy, 
sighing out loud. "God, I love getting fingered. You do it to me, Wendy. 
Finger-fuck my pussy." 

"No!" Wendy sobbed. "Just let me out. I don't want to go to New York." 
Wendy's small hand gripped the door handle, her eyes peering out the window. 
She watched houses and trees whiz by. They were going too fast to try to 
escape. 

"You rub your fingers over my cunt, sweet virgin Wendy, or I'll sic Satan on 
you. He can be real mean, if I let him." Darlene's dark violet eyes shifted 
to the fierce-looking brute. "Right, Satan?" 

The Doberman barked his reply, swiped his tongue over his dangerous-looking 
mouth, then whined like a puppy when Darlene's turned-on pussy scent drifted 
to his flaring nostrils. 

A whimpering cry of terror emanated from Wendy's mouth. Her eyes stared in 
horror at the sleek black Doberman, then at the smiling vicious woman beside 
her. Wendy forced a swallow. Her arm trembled as she reached out to touch 
Darlene's thigh. 

"Please don't make me do this," she pleaded meekly. "It's wrong." 

"No, baby," Darlene corrected. "It's right. Sex is always right. Now feel my 
pussy and see how wet I am." A lewd smile creased her face. "Remember, Satan 
can bite. At my command, too." 

Wendy believed her. Hesitantly, her stomach turning sour, Wendy moved her 
trembling hand to touch Darlene's thigh--soft, silky, warm. Closer and 
closer, her fingers approached the black patch of pussy hair and the red 
glistening cunt gash. Wendy could smell the heady aroma of pussy. 

Unable to bring herself to watch the terrible act of touching a woman's 
pussy, Wendy closed her eyes. She froze, her fingers touching pussy ooze. 

"Mmmmmm, Wendy," Darlene purred in bliss. Her soft ass wriggled on the seat. 
"By the time we get to New York, you'll be begging us to keep you juicy for 
Satan." 

Wendy shivered, unable to comprehend what Darlene was talking about. All she 
knew was that until they reached New York, she would have to suffer the 
abuse of these women in order not to be maimed by the giant brute staring at 
her from the front seat. Once at her destination, Wendy rationalized, she 
could leave them and put the terrible memories behind her while she searched 
and found her real parents. 

"Inside, Wendy, go inside my cunt." Darlene was squirming her soft rounded 
ass on the cushioned seat, attempting to capture Wendy's shy elusive 
fingers. "Inside my cunt, baby. Feel how hot and juicy I am. Or you'll feel 
Satan's teeth." 

Wendy sniffed back her tears, eased her fingers inside the scalding entrance 
of Darlene's wet juicy pussy. She gasped and probed deep. It was different 
than her own pussy, which was protected with cherry skin. She had only 
touched her own moist velvety pussy lips and the sizzling entrance, never 
inside her own pussy. For a brief second, Wendy swooned. Fingering a woman's 
pussy hole was overwhelming. 

"Oh Christ!" Darlene gasped. Her hips were humping. Her pussy was pulsing 
against the probing fingers of the teenaged virgin. "Goddamn, you're making 
me crrreammm!" 

Frantically, Darlene popped open the buttons of her blouse. She clawed her 
own tits, her nails scraping the silky white meat. She pinched her nipples, 
her hips rotating. Panting breaths of joy escaped her open mouth as she 
fucked herself on Wendy's inexperienced fingers. 

Wendy stared, fascinated with the passion of the horny woman. Her small 
fingers probed, dug into the cushiony walls of Darlene's pulsating cunt 
hole. Fingers jabbing, Wendy pretended it was her own pussy. Light sensuous 
gasps filled the car-sounds of enjoyment that came from both Darlene and 
Wendy. 

Darlene looked at the girl. "Does your pussy get this wet, honey?" She 
squiggled on the teenager's digging fingers. "Oooo, honey, go deeper! 
Deeper!" 

Curious and hot, Wendy obeyed willingly. The dog was no longer a threat. She 
wanted to finger-fuck Darlene and was enjoying it, too. Wendy glared hotly 
at Darlene's parted thighs, seeing the shiny black cunt hair and her own 
disappearing fingers. Exotic. Sexy. Thrilling! 

In a voice that was laden with passion, Wendy found herself talking openly. 
"I can never go deep like this. My cherry always gets in the way." 

"We'll fix that," Sherry mumbled, her eyes on the road ahead. Her hand 
stroked the Doberman's cock as she drove, her fingers wrapped around the 
thick-skinned sheath that housed his knotty prick. "You'll get her soon 
enough, Satan. Just relax and watch. Soon . . . we'll all have her to 
enjoy." 

Wendy was enthralled with the sight of Darlene's seeping pussy. Her head was 
whirling, and she didn't hear a word Sherry said to the dog. The squishy 
sounds of Darlene's cunt and her cries of pleasure were the only things that 
reached Wendy's ears. 

Wendy inched closer to the beautiful woman. Her own pussy was beginning to 
seep cunt juice, wetting the crotch of her white cotton panties. 

"Darlene," she whispered hoarsely, "I feel you inside. You're so wet." Wendy 
was dazed, filled with wanton desire. The tugging action of Darlene's pussy 
against her fucking fingers was staggering her mind. 

Darlene sighed, also in a daze. A lustful gasp sent tremors through her hot 
bubbly cunt. She stared at the young innocent who was fingering her pussy. 
The young girl was hooked. A perfect slave-until they tired of her. 

"Let me see your titties, Wendy," Darlene suggested softly. It was time to 
lead the girl further into a web of passion and sex. "Take off your blouse." 

"I'll have to take my fingers out." 

"You can finger-fuck me later, Wendy. Let me see your tits." Darlene took 
the reluctant fingers out of her drooling pussy. "C'mon, Wendy, I'm dying to 
see you." 

Wendy looked down at her fingers-wet, glistening. Stringy strands of 
pussy-cream webbed her splayed fingers. It was a warm coating, and it was 
Darlene's pussy ooze. It boggled Wendy's mind. 

Wiping her hands together, Wendy worked the sticky film of cunt juice into 
her palms until her hands were dry. She gazed back at Darlene's pussy, then 
into Darlene's beautiful face. Not as fine-boned as Sherry, but just as 
alluring. Wendy gave both women a glance. It seemed like a dream . . . a 
wild sexy dream. 

"C'mon," Darlene's hypnotic voice soothed. "Your titties . . . show me your 
titties." 

Wendy's small hands went to her blouse. Methodically, under the spell of 
Darlene and her own growing passions, she opened the tiny buttons. She 
looked down at her blossoming tits encased in a new bra. She sighed, dizzy 
with desire, and leaned forward, wiggling out of the blouse. Wendy leaned 
back and gasped, the blouse in her lap. 

"Oh, Wendy," Darlene panted. Eyeing the innocent young girl Darlene 
squirmed, sitting up, her own large melon-shaped tits jiggling with each 
move. "Let me take your bra off." 

Wendy was too far gone to resist. In the back of her mind, there was 
turmoil, a vestige of innocence fighting to prevent the inevitable, but it 
was too weak against the rising passion that filled her with each passing 
second. 

Darlene placed an arm around the quivering horny teenager, cupping one of 
her tits. Long fingers squeezed the budding meat of Wendy's tit through the 
wispy lace of the white bra. 

"You're gonna be big when you get older, I can tell," Darlene said. She was 
delighted with Wendy. The girl was ripe, a juicy piece to pluck and devour, 
like fresh fruit. 

"Oooooo," Wendy swooned. Her breathing was shallow, rapid. Her heart was 
palpitating wildly, pounding in her ears. "Oooo." A shivery sigh rippled 
through her body. Her wide blue eyes gaped in utter fascination as Darlene 
unhooked her new bra and exposed her tits. Wendy gasped, her breath caught. 
Darlene cupped the smooth warm flesh of one of her small tits. 

"Oooo, this is wrong," Wendy sighed weakly. "You shouldn't." Her insincere 
protests were completely ignored. 

Darlene squeezed and fondled Wendy's small plump tits. She looked at the 
child, then at the giant Doberman. A sly secretive smile trickled her 
sensuous lips, and she winked at the silent beast. 

"Check out these fantastic tits, Sherry," Darlene moaned. Long dexterous 
fingers, with red-painted fingernails, caressed, kneaded, squeezed the soft 
yielding flesh of Wendy's tit meat. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" 

"God, they make me drool," Sherry groaned, glancing at the rearview mirror. 
She released the dog's prick and returned her attention to the road. "Shit, 
Darlene, I'm creaming my fuckin' panties thinking about what we're gonna do 
later." 

"I'd be creaming mine too, if I had any on," Darlene giggled, fondling 
Wendy's young tits. Darlene looked at the innocent child; her blue eyes, so 
very blue, were glazed over with a filmy haze of passion. Besides the tit 
she was squeezing, Darlene had the young girl in the palm of her hand. 

Wendy was oblivious to everything but Darlene's warm urgent hands 
manipulating her tits. The raven-haired woman was turning her pussy into an 
oozing vat of bubbling virgin pussy-cream. 

"Touch me between my legs." It was out and said before Wendy realized it. 
There was no taking it back. She gulped. The two women in the car had her, 
body and soul. For a second, she was frightened, but Darlene's soft gentle 
stroking lulled her into a state of euphoria. 

"I'd love to touch your pussy," Darlene crooned. She dropped one hand to 
Wendy's lap, smoothed down her leg, then under the girl's skirt. "I'll bet 
you're all wet and juicy." Darlene slithered her tongue into the child's 
ear, soaked it in spit. The hand up Wendy's skirt parted her sofy yielding 
thighs. 

"Ooooo, Darlene," Wendy panted deliriously. The woman's fingers traced fiery 
lines around her crotch. "I'm sooo hot." It was a whimpering sound of 
fuck-lust. "Soooo, sooo hot." 

"I can tell," Darlene sighed in Wendy's ear. The woman felt the juices 
saturate Wendy's cotton panty crotch. "Lift." 

Wendy was in a fog. Her ass lifted. 

Darlene whisked off the white panties and held them at Satan's long pointed 
snout. "Sniff, boy. See what a virgin smells like." After the Doberman got a 
good whiff of Wendy's pussy juice, Darlene tossed the panties on the seat 
beside Sherry. "Rub her panties on his cock, Sher. Pop him off while I make 
Wendy happy." 

Sherry glanced back in the mirror again, saw Wendy's lust-ridden expression. 
"Mmmmmm," the pretty redhead hummed, her hand finding Wendy's panties. 
Sherry crunched them in her hand and held Satan's prick with it. The redhead 
rubbed the moist panties against the growing shaft of doggie prick. 

Satan whimpered and squirmed. The scent of pussy that he loved so much was 
heavy in the close confines of the car. Three horny women. His nostrils 
flared, and he whimpered excitedly. His pointed ears flicked. His tongue 
lolled lazily out of his huge drooling mouth, ready to lick cunt. 

"You watch the little girl cum," Sherry said to the dog. "I'll get you off 
with her panties while I drive." 

The Doberman shook his head as if he understood. His huge sleek body rippled 
as Sherry's fingers, wrapped in Wendy's moist cotton panties, clutched his 
throbbing prick and began jerking his cock shaft. 

Wendy was in a trance, not knowing what was going on in the front seat. 
Darlene's hand on her virgin pussy was rendering her helpless, and Wendy 
began to rotate her hips. Her ass squirmed on the back seat. Her cunt seeped 
like never before, drooling over Darlene's swirling fingers. 

"Ooooo, I think I'm gonna cum. Ohhh, God, I don't believe it!" Whimpering 
deliriously, Wendy rested her head back against the leather upholstery. A 
warm pool of virgin pussy-cream soaked Darlene's fingertips. "I don't 
believe it." 

"You will," Darlene sighed. "You're gonna cream all over my fingers . . . 
and cream . . . and cream . . . and cream." 

"Yes, yes," Wendy gasped, trembling, her body twitching as if she had taken 
a chill. "Oh, yes, I wanna cummmmm. I wanna cum sooo bad." Innocence was 
fast losing its weak grip on her mind and body. "Ewwww, yesss!" 

Her own pussy in spasms, Darlene stroked her fingers through the puffy folds 
of Wendy's young pussy. "Soon, you'll be cumming," Darlene promised in her 
soothing voice. "Soon you'll be screaming in joy." 

"Ooooo, I'm getting there! I feel it coming! Eeeewwww!" 

Darline probed the moist entrance to Wendy's virgin cunt hole, trembling, 
her fingers pressed against the child's cherry skin. "Oooo, Satan, are you 
gonna love this cherry." 

Swirling her wet fingers over Wendy's dripping-hot pussy, Darlene 
manipulated the hard rubbery clit that was peeking out of its protective 
purplish-red sheath. She rubbed it rhythmically, taking a trembling 
whimpering Wendy higher up the summit. 

Wendy jerked her hips against the woman's fingers in her cunt. Her small 
budding tits jiggled as she reached the peak. "I'mmmm. . . gonna . . . " Her 
blue eyes widened in pleasure. "Ohhhhh!" 

"Cum, little Wendy," Darlene hissed, pulling, squeezing Wendy's hard clit 
that pulsed with life. "Cum, baby! Creammmm my fingers!" 

"I ammmmm!" Wendy squealed in delight. "I'm cumming!" Her young sweet virgin 
body twisted, jerked. Her hips were in constant movement, shoving her cunt 
and throbbing clit onto Darlene's active fingers. "Oh, my God!" 

Hot lightning bolts of exquisite pleasure caromed through the virgin hole of 
Wendy's ripe and ready-to-pluck cherry pussy. She humped and cried out her 
bliss, twisted her hips and creamed, jerked her ass and squealed. "I . . . 
can't . . . stop!" 

Wendy went through the entire sequence again. Bolts of pleasure. Humping. 
Twisting. All the while, her pussy gushed a steady deluge of virgin cunt 
cream over Darlene's experienced fingers. 

"Sweet baby," Darlene moaned, watching the teenager climax on her fingers. 
Her own pussy pulsed sporadically as she treated the young girl to her first 
orgasm. "You are gonna be so much fun." She clamped her mouth to Wendy's 
neck and sucked, her fingers torturing the raw clit. 

Wendy was out of her skull. She was, for the moment, swirling in a world of 
pleasure and exquisite sensations. Wendy jerked. Her tits bounced. Her head 
snapped from side to side. Her eyes rolled, and her mouth dribbled out 
saliva as her pussy climaxed over and over again on Darlene's educated 
fingers. 

In the front seat, while Wendy was whimpering in ecstasy, Satan's prick 
exploded with a load of doggie cum. Sherry's fingers were jerking the hot 
white cum from his cock. It spewed from his piss-slot into Wendy's panties. 
Gobs of white doggie cum. Satan whined. His body, sleek and powerful, jerked 
his cock through Sherry's fist. Wad after thick wad of cum drenched Wendy's 
panties. 

Sherry shivered, her eyes on the road, her hand clutching the dog's 
cum-spurting prick. The car reeked of lust. Satan unloaded his cum. Wendy 
climaxed. Darlene's fingers swirled around the teenager's squishy cunt. All 
the sexual stimulation was driving Sherry crazy. She wasn't sure how long 
her shaking hands could continue to keep the car on the road. 

Wendy reached a trembling peak. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire. 
"Aaayiee!" the teenager screeched, catapulted into a fuzzy world, brought on 
by Darlene's deft fingers. Wendy was skittering down from her orgasm. "Oh 
God! God!" 

For a moment, Wendy's body tensed, a wave of an orgasm crashing over her. It 
shattered the young teenager, and she collapsed into the cushiony seat in 
the rear of the car. She swam in an ocean of fabulous sensations. 
Succumbing, Wendy grayed out, slipping easily into a deep relaxing sleep. 
Her first tremendous orgasm had wiped her out. 

Darlene eased her juice-soaked fingers from Wendy's pussy. "Here, boy. Lick 
and enjoy." 

Satan's prick was spent, already shriveled and back in its hiding place. He 
took a whiff of Darlene's fingers and began licking. After several quick 
slaps of his tongue, Satan cleaned the virgin pussy juice off. Smacking his 
rubbery lips with his tongue, he licked his jowls. He lowered his head to 
Sherry's hand that was continuing to maul him between his legs. He whined, 
pushing at her urgently pulling fingers. 

"Give me her panties, Sherry," Darlene said. 

Sherry eased the cum-filled panties from between Satan's legs and gave them 
back to Darlene. "Be careful. Don't spill it." 

"I won't." Darlene took the cum-drenched cotton panties. She looked at Wendy 
who was sleeping peacefully. "Mmmmm, she's gonna be delicious, Sherry. Satan 
is gonna love making it with her." 

"I'm dying to see it myself," Sherry swooned. She glanced back at the 
sleeping girl. "I'm dying to taste her too." 

"We'll have plenty of time once we're home," Darlene assured her. 

She wiped Wendy's white cotton panties--coated with Satan's thick doggie 
jism-between the girl's legs. Darlene dabbed her own pussy in doggie jism. 
Afterwards, she brought Wendy's panties to her mouth and licked the rest of 
Satan's cum from the crotch. 

"Mmmmmm, you get better tasting every time I lick your cum, Satan." Darlene 
dropped back on the seat, spread her legs. "You wanna lick me off, Satan?" 

The Doberman refused the invitation. He dropped down on the front seat, 
rested his head on Wendy's suitcase. Having blasted his cum-load, he wanted 
to relax. The two horny women had tired him out this trip. 

"Shame on you," Darlene admonished jokingly. 

"You'll have to do it yourself," Sherry laughed. 

"I'll wait until we're home, and you can do it for me." Darlene settled back 
into the cushioned seat. "Now it's time I got a nap." 

"Yeah, we should be home in a few hours," Sherry mumbled. "Home sweet home." 

The car sped down the lonely stretch of highway toward New York. A sated 
Wendy was asleep in the back with Darlene. Satan was resting up front, and 
Sherry hummed a soft melodic tune, thinking of the fun they were all going 
to have once they reached home. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Wendy stretched. The sheet slipped off her lithe teenaged body. Blinking 
herself awake, she bolted upright in bed. Everything was a jumbled mess in 
her head. Images caromed around in her confused mind-bizarre, dirty images. 

"Ohhh, Christ!" 

She glanced down at herself. Suddenly, everything fell into place. Running 
away from home. Being picked up by two beautiful women. The Doberman. Worst 
of all-doing those horrid things with the woman called Darlene. Her soft 
blue innocent eyes, wide with fear, darted around the small room. 

"Where am I?" she mumbled to herself. 

Her flesh tingled with a case of the panics. Spotting a door, she slipped 
out of bed, wrapped the sheet around her naked body, and tiptoed over to the 
door. Sweaty palms tried the brass knob. It wouldn't turn. Locked! She 
gasped in terror, then went to the small window to peer outside. 

Her heart leaped into her throat. Nothing but a dirty narrow alley lined 
with trash cans. No fire escape. She was too far up to jump. Trapped! 

Wendy spun on her heel, searched for her clothes. They were gone. She forced 
back the sickening feeling in her gut. 

"I'm jumping to conclusions," she said, attempting to console herself, but 
the sound of her own voice wouldn't comfort her. Forcing her face into a 
weak smile, she walked back to the bed. A noisy click stopped her dead in 
her tracks. 

Darlene and Sherry entered the small room after unlocking the door. Satan 
and another giant Doberman, Satan's twin, came in the room with the two 
women. 

"I see you're up," Darlene smiled. "I hope you had a nice nap." 

Mute, Wendy nodded. Her eyes shifted from the two giant beasts to the two 
smiling beautiful women. "Where am I?" Wendy finally asked as she slowly 
slipped back into bed. She carefully drew the sheet up around her naked 
body, attempting to hide from their lustful leers. 

"Our house," Sherry said to the blushing child. Her hungry green-flecked 
eyes flowed up and down the girl's figure under the sheet. She stroked one 
of the large dogs behind the ear. 

"In New York City," Darlene added. A wicked smile was on her face as she 
came over to the bed. A package was in her hand. 

"Can I get dressed and go now?" Wendy asked. 

"In a few days," Darlene replied. "We want you to be our guest for a while." 
Satan padded to Darlene's side, and she rested her hand on his large head. 
"We'd enjoy your company very much. All of us." 

Wendy smiled, her eyes wary. "I appreciate it," she began, "but I have to 
get home. My parents are waiting." 

"Don't bullshit us," Darlene said. That same wicked smile was on her face. 
"You ran away from home. They'll miss you, but you don't want to go back. If 
you did, you would never have left." Darlene dropped the package to the bed. 
"Now, why not be a good little girl and see what we have for you?" 

"I don't want to stay here," Wendy blurted out. "I came to New York to find 
my real parents, and I intend to leave now." It was said with more assurance 
than she possessed. She was getting scared. 

"Ohhh. So you're adopted," Darlene said, as if amused. 

Hoping they would change their minds, Wendy explained about finding out that 
she had been adopted and leaving Maple Grove to find her parents, who she 
knew were living in New York. Wendy was sure they would understand and let 
her go. 

"You can leave after you've repaid us for driving you all the way to New 
York," Darlene said, becoming impatient with the young innocent. 

"How long?" 

"Just a few days," Darlene snapped. "Maybe longer, if you're as much fun as 
you were in the car." Laughter quickly filled the bedroom. 

"Let me pay you then," Wendy offered. 

"You'll pay, honey," Sherry said, "but not with money." Her pretty face, 
framed with fluffy red hair, was soft looking, not like Darlene's. They were 
both beautiful, Wendy thought darkly, but she didn't like either one of 
them. 

"Now get into our little present and join us downstairs," Sherry demanded in 
her soft little voice that matched her feminine body. 

"Don't take too long either," Darlene added on their way to the door. "We're 
dying to see what you look like in it." She turned and faced Wendy, the twin 
to Satan at her heel. "Don't try leaving. Satan will be with you every 
minute." 

Darlene followed Sherry out the door with the other Doberman. Satan remained 
behind to watch over Wendy. The door clicked shut. 

Wendy was alone with the ferocious-looking Doberman. She looked at him. 
Satan. An appropriate name. The despondent teenager broke down and cried. 
Her small hands covered her face as she wept openly. Her entire body shook 
with each sob. She wished she had never left home. The sheet came away from 
her naked body. She hadn't noticed it, during her convulsive sobbing. 

Satan noticed. He padded over to her and jumped on the bed. With his huge 
pointed head on her lap, he wagged his stub tail. His tongue slithering out 
of his dangerous-looking mouth, he licked Wendy's tear-stained hands that 
covered her face. 

Wendy gasped, startled. "Go away, you awful dog." With shaking hands, she 
tried moving his head off her lap. 

Satan barked at her attempt to move him. Wendy drew back, yanked her hand 
away. Satan lifted his head a few inches from her lap and slapped his tongue 
over Wendy's shocked face. 

"Ohhh, God," she cried, falling back on the bed in terror. Her upper body 
was bared to the waist. She eased back away from Satan, pulling the sheet 
with her, finally concealing her body from the Doberman. "Go away! Go away!" 

Satan dropped to the floor and whimpered. His round black eyes peered at her 
expectantly. 

Wendy then looked at the package. Her curiosity had been aroused. Once the 
dog was on the other side of the bed, she reached for the package and began 
opening it. 

"Ohhh, my God." 

She stared in horror at the contents. She took out one thing at a time from 
the box: black bra; black panties; high heels. She stared at each item, 
sickened with the thought of what it all meant. What had happened in the car 
had been all too real. It wasn't a dream. It was a prelude to what they 
really wanted from her. 

"Ohhhh, God," she cried again. "I wish I were home. I wish I never left." 
She threw herself on the bed and cried her eyes out. 

A buzzing sound penetrated her mind, and she looked up. The phone on the 
nightstand was ringing. She reached for it, placed the receiver to her hear. 
Y.. .ye . . . yessss," she stammered, wiping her eyes. 

"What do you think of your present?" It was Darlene. 

"They're disgusting," Wendy told her, mustering up courage. She sniffed back 
her tears. 

"Just put them on and come downstairs. Sherry and I are waiting." 

"Please don't make me wear those things. It's indecent," Wendy pleaded. 
"Nice girls don't wear those things." 

"Don't be silly, Wendy. You'll look terrific in them. Now do as you're told. 
I don't want to have Satan convince you." The phone clicked in Wendy's ear. 

Wendy's bottom lip quivered. She glanced at Satan. He was curled up in a 
huge black ball on the floor, apparently disinterested in her. She heaved a 
sigh of relief, but it caught in her throat when she looked at the things 
she was supposed to wear. 

Quietly, so as not to disturb Satan, she slipped out of bed. Resigning 
herself to her fate, she picked up the panties. Her naked body tingled in a 
mixture of disgust, fear, and curiosity. The panties she was holding were 
trimmed in black frilly lace. Slipping her legs into them, a slight tremor 
rippled up her spine. Once the panties were around her knees, she discovered 
that they were crotchless. 

"Ooooo," she cooed, shivering with a sexual curiosity, never having seen 
anything like that before. She slipped the panties up her thighs and 
squirmed her tight ass into them. 

The black panties clung to her hips; the lace hid the open crotch. A weak 
shivery sigh escaped her mouth. Excited, she went to the bed and picked up 
the matching bra. After slipping her arms into the thin straps and tucking 
her small ripe tits into the black lace cups, she giggled. Her nipples and 
some of her tit flesh peeked out of an opening in each cup. 

She felt brazen, older than she was. Staring at her reflection in the 
dresser mirror, she gazed hotly at her slim figure in the outfit that barely 
covered her tits and pussy mound. She was entranced with her own body and 
never noticed that Satan was coming toward her. 

Padding silently around the bed, Satan came up behind the innocent child. He 
sniffed her, recognizing the scent of virgin pussy from sniffing her panties 
in the car. His stub of a tail wagged. His cold nose hit the back of her 
knee, and his nostrils flared from the sweet succulent scent of virgin pussy 
that drifted down to him. His tongue slapped the back of Wendy's bare thigh. 

"Ooooo!" she cried out in surprise, and stepped forward. "Get away, Satan! 
Go away!" Bending down, she pushed at his persistent snout. "Please go away, 
Satan." 

Satan ignored her whimpering pleas and barked. His lip curled; his shiny 
pearl-white teeth gleamed. The Doberman shook his head, knocking Wendy's 
fingers away. He took a step closer to her, his head near her thighs. The 
scent of her juicy cunt was strong with fear, and the memory of her juicy 
panties being rubbed in his snout flashed through the beast's mind. He 
growled, his head quickly catching Wendy between the thighs. 

"No," she squealed in panic. 

Quickly, she ran to the bed. The dog was right behind her. She jumped to 
hide under the sheet, but Satan leaped ahead of her. 

"Ooooh, noooo," she sobbed. The Doberman, inches away, was leering at her. 
"Go away, doggie." 

Satan slapped his tongue over Wendy's flushed and terrified face and 
straddled her as she lay awkwardly on her back. He whimpered, lowered his 
head, swiped his bluish-red tongue over her bare creamy shoulders. He gave a 
yelp, and Wendy lay frozen in fear. 

Soft helpless cries, barely audible, emanated from Wendy's parted dry lips. 
Her blue eyes, wide with fright, gazed into his dangerous-looking mouth. A 
knot of growing terror formed in her gut. 

"Nooooo." It was a whining cry that the dog ignored. 

Satan slithered his tongue down her heaving chest. Her plump tits rose and 
fell with every panting breath she took. As Satan licked her, his warm 
doggie drool soaked the pink rigid nipples that peeked throug the lace of 
her open bra. The beast became fascinated with the hard bullet tips, and he 
nipped them gently. He slobbered over her bra and exposed nipples, then 
shook his head, licking down her body. His tongue wet the warm flesh between 
her tits and pussy: belly; rib cage; belly button. 

"Stop it, Satan. Please." She stared at the huge animal licking her. He 
wasn't hurting her. Wendy began to relax, her blue eyes glued to his giant 
head and his long tongue swiping across her belly. 

Satan brought his mouth to Wendy's tits. He snorted, squiggled his cold nose 
on Wendy's exposed nipple. He slapped his tongue over her tit. Wendy 
whimpered-a tinge of fear and a twinge of excitement. He did it again, then 
dragged his cold nose over her neck. His tongue seemed bent on soaking all 
of her creamy white skin. 

"Ohhhhh," Wendy sighed. Her untapped passion was being brought to the 
surface by the warm wetness of Satan's tongue and spit. Her blue eyes rolled 
lazily. Her slim hips squirmed. Her soft pantie-clad ass rubbed the 
mattress. "Nooooo . . . noooo . . . " 

Satan ignored her protests and burrowed his cold nose in the black lace cups 
that held her plump tits. He growled, frustrated by his inability to move 
the annoying bra away from her sweet-tasting tit flesh. He yanked. The bra 
came away in his ferocious mouth with a ripping sound. 

"Ooooo, God!" Wendy cried. She didn't know what to do. Fear and desire kept 
her frozen to the bed like a statue. 

Unconsciously, her hands moved up her writhing body to her tits that were 
flushed with the glow of youth. She squeezed the soft budding flesh, 
forgetting about the ripped bra, forgetting about Darlene and Sherry and 
that they were waiting for her. 

"Lick them, Satan," she gasped. "Lick my titties." She was shocked by her 
own words, but it didn't stop her. "Lick me, Satan. Lick meeeee!" 

The Doberman needed no encouragement. He drenched her tits with his 
saliva-coated broad tongue. Every inch of her jiggling tit meat was daubed 
in doggie spit as Wendy fed them to Satan, her fingers cupping each tit 
mound. Satan licked, then swiped under the rising globes of soft succulent 
tit meat, then the nipples. He especially enjoyed the swollen pink caps and 
rubbery tips. His tongue slithered. His spit dribbled. Wendy was delighted, 
and she creamed her panties in a hot sizzling moment of lust. 

"Ewwwww," she whimpered, squirming and wriggling on the bed. Once again, she 
was caught up in passion. First, the ride to new York and now this. Danger, 
fear were set aside. Passion reigned. 

Wendy brought her hands to Satan's ears while he licked her tits. She 
scratched his head and watched in utter fascination as the Doberman soaked 
her body in doggie drool. 

"Oooooo, Satan. It feels sooo sooo good!" She tried fighting the lust that 
controlled her virgin body, but lost the battle and was grateful. "What's 
happening to me?" Her pussy oozed warm heavily scented virgin cunt juice. 
Her hips rolled. Her mouth opened. Her tongue flicked out over her parched 
lips. "Ooooo! Ooooo! Mmmmmm!" 

Satan lifted his head. His dark eyes glowed. The sweet scent of seeping 
pussy juice attacked his senses. Nipping his way down her body, he tasted 
the flesh of her belly and hips. 

He dropped between her slender legs. The aromatic scent of her virgin pussy 
was stronger here. He nipped, then licked the smooth satiny flesh of her 
inner thighs, working towards the black crotchless panties and the velvety 
lips of her pussy. 

Wendy was overcome. She was incapable of stopping the tremors that ripped 
through her young turned-on body, let alone stopping Satan. She froze; the 
dog's snout smacked into her cunt mound in between the open crotch. He hit 
her juicy bare cunt slit again with his cold nose. 

"Aaaaaah!" Wendy went into spasm. "Oooo!" A quaking feeling soared through 
her cunt. She gushed hot buttery pussy-cream out over the lace of her 
crotchless panties and the dog's persistent snout. 

Satan burrowed his pointed muzzle between the wet lace, into the folds of 
Wendy's hot oozing virgin pussy. He growled; her savory scent aroused him 
further. His tongue flicked out, burning a path through her virgin pussy 
slit-pink, swollen, wet with juice. Warm sticky cunt cream clung to his 
tongue in a film of white. He did it again, swiping his long tongue through 
her juicy cunt slit. Wendy's sobs of lust and her quivering body urged him 
on. 

"Satan! Satan!" She was delirious. 

Morals, innocence, upbringing were all dissipating. Lust and desire to enjoy 
the animal's fantastic tongue on every inch of her hot nubile body was her 
only concern. She wriggled her ass on the bed, her hands skimming down her 
sides to her panties. Even though they were crotchless, it was still 
clothing, and she wanted her pussy totally bare and open for the dog's 
pleasure as well as her own. 

"Mmmmmm," Wendy moaned. 

She managed to squirm out of her panties before the Doberman ripped them off 
her with his sharp teeth as he had done to her bra. Naked, hot, and raging 
with passion, Wendy exposed her entire creamy white body to the giant sleek 
Doberman. 

She rolled over onto her belly. Her arms stretched above her head as she 
spread her legs widely. Both her virgin pussy and her ass were vulnerable to 
attack. She knew it, and it made her pussy cream. 

Presented with the delicious goodies of the young virgin girl, Satan feasted 
on her cunt with greedy enjoyment. His cock began to emerge from its hairy 
sheath. He lapped between Wendy's parted thighs, up through her wet pussy, 
up through the crack of her ass. A layer of saliva mixed with virgin 
cunt-cream was being drawn up to the pink wrinkled pucker of her virgin 
asshole. 

Wendy went wild. Her soft virgin ass humped up and down in a frenzied state 
of heat. Her tiny hands balled into harmless fists as she pounded the 
pillow. 

"Oooo, Satan, lick meeee! Lick my pussyyyy! Pleeeeease!" She wriggled and 
humped, enticing the dog with her frenzied gyrations to dine on the flesh of 
her wet cunt. 

Satan accepted her invitation. Whimpering, he buried his pointed snout 
between the child's slender legs and into the folds of her hot swollen pussy 
lips. His tongue slithered inside, penetrating beyond her cunt lips into the 
entrance of her gooey pussy. It was blocked by cherry skin. Angry, he pulled 
his tongue out of her cunt and barked. His muzzle was coated in a filmy 
froth. He barked his discontent, squiggled closer. For the moment, he 
ignored her oozing pussy and chewed, nipped, and licked at the tender flesh 
of her gorgeous twin ass cheeks. 

"Unnnn," Wendy sighed, squirming and twisting on her stomach. 

Her hips were crushed beneath her. Her hands skimmed down and clutched her 
rocking hips. Urgent fingers slipped under her body, groped at her clit. She 
scratched, pinched, fingered the hard piece of sensitive clit flesh and the 
juicy cunt gash. 

"Satan! Tongue my assssss!" Her mouth was open. Spittle drooled past her 
parted mouth onto the pillow. Her face burned, and her eyes glowed with 
passion. Lifting her firm rounded ass up in the air, Wendy wriggled her ass 
cheeks at the dog's snout. "Lick meeee! Get your tongue in my pussy, Satan!" 

Satan's tongue became a wet whip of doggie drool. He slapped his long 
rubbery tongue over both offered ass cheeks and bathed them in doggie 
saliva. He ran his tongue up through the ass crack. Her wrinkled asshole was 
drenched in doggie spit. He snorted, burrowed his muzzle between the ass 
cheeks, his tongue struggling to enter the tightness of her tiny asshole. 

"Ooooo, Satan, you naughty dog." She went wild, jamming her ass back into 
the dog's digging muzzle. "Satan! My hole! My asshole!" She humped urgently, 
her hips twisting, aiming her asshole for his snout and fantastic tongue. 
"Inside, Satin. Lick inside my asshole!" She lifted her head, trying to see 
what the dog was doing. "Ooooo!" Her head dropped back on the pillow. The 
strain was too much. 

Her fingers kept torturing her clit. She moaned, sobbed, whimpered. Her body 
never stopped moving, constantly churning, angling for the dog's wet tongue. 

Satan growled, then attacked the cheeks of her jerking ass. Nipping the 
jiggling ass meat, he licked her ass with his tongue after soaking it in 
spit. Her ass cheeks were saturated with doggie drool and were red from his 
snipping teeth. He continued to maul her ass. 

Wendy, crazed out of her skull, clawed her clit with her fingers. She needed 
to cum, needed the relief an orgasm would give yer. She forced herself to 
stop shaking. Temporarily in control of her senses, Wendy rolled to her 
back, ready for the dog's tongue to lick her pussy. 

Parting her drooling cunt lips with her fingers, she revealed the inner pink 
gash of her pussy to Satan. "Lick me, Satan. Lick my pussy good. Make me cum 
with your tongue!" Holding her glistening gooey cunt lips apart for Satan to 
devour, she trembled in anticipation and longing. "Get me to cum, doggie. I 
know you can do it!" 

The dog stared at Wendy's juicy cunt. He knew what was expected of him. He 
had been trained well, coddled to an excess, babied because of his special 
talent. 

Dropping to his belly, he dug his snout into the juicy folds of her virgin 
cunt hole. Wendy was sobbing in desperation as the dog growled and returned 
to her oozing pussy slit again. When his tongue hit the last vestige of her 
innocence-the barrier of cherry skin-he gave up on reaching inside her 
pussy. 

The juicy flow of cream that oozed from her pussy was enough to command 
Satan's attention for a while. He was contented to greedily lap it up and 
swallow the succulent sauce of pussy ooze. Cunt juice continually flowed out 
her pussy. Satan's tongue, diligent and untiring, was coated with it as he 
swiped over the puffy pussy lips. His snout was wet with it. His jowls were 
dripping with the pussy juice. He whipped his tongue over her tiny 
purplish-red clit, and the teenager wailed in joy. 

"Oooo, Satan! Yessss! Do it!" Her small budding tits jiggled as she wrenched 
her body, twisted and gyrated in a frenzied world of lust and exquisite 
sensations. "Bite! Bite!" She was in seventh heaven. "Oooo! Aaaah! Unnn!" 

The dog's ears pricked up. The child's squeals inflamed his passion; he 
became enraged. He growled, high-strung and horny, jabbing his snout into 
her juicy cunt. His teeth smacked into the hard blood-engorged clit that was 
throbbing like a bad toothache. He snarled, his front teeth nipping the 
purplish-red clit. 

"Satan! Satan! I'm gonna . . . gonna cummm!" She didn't believe her own 
words. A dog was licking her pussy! A dog was going to get her off! She 
didn't believe the feelings that soared through her virgin pussy. She went 
nuts, her entire wrenching body caught up in her approaching climax. 

The screams, the hot oozing cunt cream, the quivering erratic movements 
turned the giant black Doberman into a snarling hungry mindless beast. He 
loved the taste of pussy, and he chewed her clit with practiced snips and 
careful bites. He had been trained not to main-just to tantalize. He whipped 
his tongue up through Wendy's gushing cunt slit, enjoying the gooey cream 
that flowed past her squishy cunt lips. 

"I'm cumming!" she wailed. Wendy's orgasm swept her up in its blissful path. 
"I'm cumming, Satan! You wonderful dog!" 

Satan was encouraged when he heard his name. He snipped at Wendy's velvety 
cunt lips, knowing what to do. her virgin pussy was swollen with passion and 
warm cream flowed onto his digging snout. He knew the little girl was 
cumming; Darlene and Sherry had taught him well. He renewed his efforts to 
please, knowing his reward would soon follow. 

"Satan, I'm cumming! Keep doing it! Lick meeee!" Frenzied contortions racked 
her nubile body. Her wild orgasm was wreaking its delicious havoc on her 
mind and pussy. "Oh God! Satan!" 

The Doberman snorted, cunt juice clogging his flared nostrils. His 
black-haired snout was coated with milky pussy cream. Highly agitated, her 
rammed his tongue against her cherry. He wanted to demolish the obstructing 
skin that prevented his tongue from entering her pussy, wanted to snatch up 
her oozing cunt juice from deep within. 

Frustrated, he swiped over the gooey pink cunt lips, content to play with 
her raw clit. He chewed it, shook his head, the tiny bullet caught between 
his teeth. 

Wendy's soft body thrashed wildly on the bed in the throes of orgasm. Tits, 
plump and firm, jiggled. Nipples, erect and swollen, were about to burst. 
Blonde hair, soft and lustrous, lashed across her scarlet features of frozen 
passion. 

"I'm cumming, doggie! Tongue meee! Ohhhh . . . what am I doing?" Her back 
arched, her body ready to break as her orgasm held her tightly in its 
clutches. She mashed her raw cunt into the demonic dog's snout, savoring 
each nuance of his slapping tongue -quick and deft-as it glided effortlessly 
up through her virgin pussy gash. 

Satan was drenched in pussy cum. It coated his snout, flooded his nose and 
mouth. Growling, he nipped, licked the girl into a state of insensibility. 
Jamming his hard pointed snout into her rocking humping body, his nose split 
open the swollen lips of her cunt. 

Satan hit her cherry skin that was now flooded with gooey cunt juice. He 
pulled out, latching his teeth once again around her tiny clit. 

Wendy ranted in joy. Her hips rotated in tight circles. Her pussy pumped 
cunt cream from the deep boiling depths of her virgin cunt. Gurgling, she 
raised her ass off the bed, jerked and lunged into the dog's face. She 
creamed him with warm sweet-tasting cum. Her tiny fists bludgeoned the 
mattress as her ass hammered the bed. 

Wendy wallowed in Satan's expert chewing. Orgasm after orgasm washed over 
her body in waves of endless pleasure. Her pussy creamed, then pulsed with 
rhythmic contractions. Her cunt walls gushed a deluge of buttery sauce. 

Jealous spasms ripped through her empty cunt hole; she wanted to be fucked. 

Suddenly, her strength left her, and she dropped back on the bed. 
Whimpering, sobbing, she lay limp and lifeless. 

She was at the mercy of the cunt-hungry Doberman. Tremors soared through her 
empty pussy. She began to whimper helplessly. "No. No. No." Her pussy was 
too sensitive now to be touched. She squirmed, trying to move away from 
Satan's nuzzling snout in her cunt. It was hopeless. Satan wouldn't leave 
her alone. 

The dog's muzzle finally came out of Wendy's wet pussy after a few minutes. 
He knew the young girl was done, and he knew it was his turn. Her hot cream 
had burned into his snout, and he licked it off his jowls. His cock 
throbbed. He waited. Nothing happened. Unlike Darlene and Sherry, this 
little girl was just lying there. 

Not to be denied, he straddled one of Wendy's long legs and humped his hard 
prick into her soft silky skin. His neck stretched, his body strained, and 
his huge front paws clung to her thighs. He rammed his prick against her 
leg. 

Gasping, her breathing settling down, Wendy watched the dog in utter 
amazement. He was fucking her leg! Her blue eyes went wide. 

Then the phone rang. Wendy was too involved with Satan to hear it. 

Tentatively, she brought her trembling fingers to his snout as he humped her 
leg feverishly. He was desperate to relieve the ache in his hairy balls. 

Wendy touched his fangs when his rubbery lips drew back. She touched his 
tongue as it lolled out of his mouth. Some of her cum still clung to it. 

"Ohhh, doggie, doggie!" She swooned; the heat of his greased cock burned 
into her skin. "Oooooo, Satan! You're going to cum!" 

The monstrous Doberman humped the child's leg in mindless pursuit of 
unloading his doggie jizz. His prick swelled with a rumbling cum-load. His 
balls churned. He was ready! 

Neck taut, lips drawn back, Satan jettisoned a load of hot glutinous cum. 
With a whimpering whining cry, hot doggie cum splattered Wendy's leg. 

Wendy gasped; her flesh tingled. Hot cum squirted from his cock. It was 
fantastic! 

"Cum, Satan. Cum all over me!" She was mesmerized, totally committed to 
watching and enjoying the dog cream her leg with doggie jism. "Cum, Satan, 
cummmm!" 

Satan did. He emptied his balls. Gobs of gooey cum spurted out of his 
piss-slot all over Wendy. His rump was a jabbing blur of movement. His large 
front paws held her in his viselike grip. He howled, whimpered, his tongue 
hanging out. His coal-black eyes gave him a bizarre appearance. 

"Ooooo, Satan." She trembled. Her hand stroked him on top of his head. Her 
other hand squeezed the pulpy meat of her budding young tits. "Ohhhhh, 
you're getting me all wet!" She loved it. The warm cream of doggie jizz. His 
hairy body. The feel of his powerful jabs in each fuck-thrust. She loved it 
all. 

She fell back on the pillow, shaking while the dog finished squirting his 
cum all over her. 

Satan barked, got to his feet when he was done. His long powerful legs 
wobbled on the unsteady mattress. For the moment, he was weak and spent. 

As he regained his balance and strength, he sniffed his cum on Wendy's leg, 
then sniffed the juice that still oozed from her pussy. His cock pulsed, and 
a squirt of jism shot out over her belly. 

"Ohhh," Wendy gasped. The hot doggie jism seared her skin. "Ohhh, God! He 
creamed me! What happened to me? What am I doing? My God!" She covered her 
face. Remorse and shame filled her guilt-ridden mind. "What happened to me?" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Darlene applauded as she came into the room. "Fantastic!" She walked over to 
the bed and stroked Satan's huge head. "Did her pussy taste good, boy?" 

Satan lifted his head, peered at the beautiful Darlene, licked his chops and 
then her hand. Whimpering, he lowered his head to the bed and closed his 
large eyes. 

"How did you like Satan?" Darlene asked Wendy. Darlene sat herself down on 
the edge of the bed, staring greedily at Wendy's bare tits and wet pussy. 

Wendy hated her. Hated her for keeping her here. Hated her for bringing out 
the passions, the disgusting passions that had lurked in her body unnoticed 
until now. 

"Please let me leave." 

"You still want to leave, after sampling Satan's tongue?" Darlene shook her 
head, clicking her tongue. She rubbed Wendy's bare leg, massaging Satan's 
pearly drops of cum into the young girl's flesh. "Shit, Wendy. I'd think 
after you came like that, you'd be thrilled." 

Wendy was fighting her natural desires. "It's not right." She couldn't think 
straight. "With a dog . . . it's . . . just not right." 

"It's wonderful, Wendy, and you know it. You just don't want to admit it." 
Darlene scooped up a gob of Satan's thick gooey jizz and rubbed it on 
Wendy's bare tit. "This is good for you," she smiled. "Helps to make your 
titties grow." 

Wendy tried pulling away, but Darlene grabbed her shoulder. "Where's the 
bra?" Darlene asked. "And the panties?" 

"Your dog ripped the bra off me," Wendy sobbed. 

"Mmmmmm, I would have loved to have seen that. You took off your panties, 
didn't you?" Darlene said, and winked. She grabbed Wendy's hand. "C'mon, 
I'll help you clean up, then we can go downstairs and have fun with Sherry." 

Wendy allowed Darlene to lead her into the bathroom; she was too weak to 
resist. "I don't want to have fun with you, or Sherry." 

"Maybe Satan then," Darlene giggled lewdly. She studied Wendy in the 
bathroom mirror, admiring the child's soft plump ripe tits. 

"I hate Satan," Wendy snapped defiantly, avoiding her own image in the 
mirror. 

"It didn't look that way from where I was standing," Darlene laughed. "To 
me, it looked as if you were having a ball. I watched you cum on his snout, 
and I saw you enjoy it when he creamed your leg. Don't lie to yourself too, 
Wendy. Sex is a blast, and for a few days you're gonna get plenty of it . . 
. so enjoy it. Afterwards, if you want to go back to being a sweet little 
girl . . . hell, who cares?" 

Wendy sighed. Darlene's hands were massaging the flesh of her budding tits 
with a washcloth. "I couldn't help myself," Wendy moaned, feeling she needed 
an excuse. 

"I understand," Darlene soothed. She dried Wendy's tits as she spoke. "I 
felt the same way when I was first introduced to dogs. You'll get over it." 
Darlene's hand slipped down between Wendy's legs. She washed the girl's cunt 
with the soapy washcloth. 

"I don't want to get over it," Wendy gasped. Darlene's hands were rekindling 
the passion in her pussy. "I'm a nice girl." Wendy stared at her reflection: 
blonde hair mussed; face flushed; eyes glittering; tits pink and heaving. 
Wendy shut her eyes. 

Darlene's fingers stroked through Wendy's cunt lips. "Your pussy is sopping 
wet, Wendy. I guess nice girls like sex, huh?" 

Wendy was becoming aroused again. Her eyes opened, and she saw Darlene's 
sinuous figure in the mirror: huge tits strained against a skimpy halter; 
gleaming black hair that was long, shiny, thick and fell about her 
shoulders; and a sensuously beautiful face. Wendy sighed. The raven-haired 
beauty was lulling her into a state of euphoria. 

"I'll get you another bra for your pretty tits," Darlene told her. "Then 
we'll go down and join Sherry." Playfully, she gave Wendy a rap on the ass. 
"Let's go." 

As they returned to the bedroom, Wendy wondered what perverted act they 
would force her into. The teenager gulped uneasily. She knew she would 
succumb to whatever they wished. Just the simple cleaning of her body by 
Darlene had started her pussy juices flowing again. 

Wendy took the bra that Darlene offered. "You'll probably take it off me as 
soon as I'm downstairs," Wendy said, slipping into the bra and panties. 

"Probably, but Sherry is looking forward to this. Don't forget the shoes." 
Darlene led the way downstairs as Wendy slipped her feet into the high 
heels. 

Downstairs, Darlene led the shy and slightly frightened Wendy into the 
center of the spacious living room. 

Wendy's eyes darted around the room. Expensively decorated. Plush carpeting. 
All in good taste. It did nothing to ease Wendy's mind; she still felt like 
a prisoner. 

Darlene had plopped on the large velvet sofa next to Sherry. "Well, what do 
you think of her?" Darlene asked her friend. 

"She looks delicious," Sherry said. "Makes me hungry and hot." Sherry was 
naked. Red hair, done in curls, was splayed across her bloated tits and 
shoulders. 

Darlene talked to her friend as if Wendy weren't there. "When I got 
upstairs, Satan was licking her pussy. I saw her cream him. It was wild, 
Sher. Saw the dog fuck her leg, too." 

"Damn! I knew I should have went up there to check on her when she didn't 
answer the phone." 

Sherry stretched, anxious to taste and feel their new playmate-the innocent 
Wendy. Sherry's round firm tits jiggled as she spread her legs. At once, her 
fingers went to her pussy, and she opened the puffy lips of her cunt. 

Feeling like a slave about to be sold, Wendy remained standing at the spot 
Darlene had taken her to. She avoided both their hungry leers, blankly 
staring at a painting on the wall. It was a painting of a huge dog fucking a 
naked woman. The woman was on her knees. Wendy's innocent blue eyes quickly 
darted away. She was sickened. She could easily become the woman in the 
painting. 

"You like it?" Darlene purred to Wendy, noticing that the teenager's 
interest had been aroused by the framed oil painting on the wall. 

Wendy pretended not to hear. 

"Wendy!" Sherry's voice made the child's head snap around. 

Wendy looked at the two beautiful women. Darlene in tight shorts, skimpy 
halter. Sherry naked, her legs spread, her pussy wet, open. Wendy dragged 
her eyes away from Sherry's blatant display of her red-haired pussy. 

"Please let me leave. I don't want to stay . . . really." 

"Don't be a shit," Sherry admonished. "You stick around with us for a few 
days and have some fun. You'll never get a chance like this again." 

"We'll help you look for your parents too," Darlene added. "See, we're not 
all bad. We just want to have some fun. So, relax and enjoy us." 

Wendy's heart skipped. With their help, she might truly find her real 
parents. In the next instant, her heart sank. The surge of hope was quickly 
smashed. The cost-a slave to their sexual perversions. "I'd rather look for 
them on my own." 

Sherry smiled, then her soft features hardened with impatience. "You have no 
choice, Wendy. Turn around and give us a show, and no more smart talk. You 
hear? Obey, and things will be a lot easier for you." 

Wendy refused to budge. She stood stiffly, frightened, but resolute. Eyes 
flickered with uncertainty, but she wasn't going to give in easily. 

Sherry smiled wickedly. "I could turn Angel loose on you, but I won't." 
Sherry's dainty hand stroked Satan's twin. "He'd mark up your creamy virgin 
skin real bad, scar you for life. Do you want that?" She got up off the 
couch and grabbed Wendy by the wrist. She pulled her roughly to the couch 
and threw the frightened child over her lap. "Now, I'm going to teach you 
some manners." 

Darlene grabbed the struggling child's arms as Sherry fixed Wendy's soft 
butt over her lap. 

Sherry smacked Wendy's ass, the other hand pressing against Wendy's bare 
thighs. The blows got harder, more brutal. The teenager howled louder with 
each hard-hitting whack. The stinging pain grew stronger. The slaps of 
Sherry's hand echoed in the room. 

Sherry bludgeoned Wendy's ass with a flat palm, until her hand became hot 
and red, along with Wendy's ass. Sherry stopped, catching her breath while 
Wendy sobbed loudly and painfully. 

"Let's see her bare ass," Darlene sighed excitedly. "Let's see how red it 
is." 

"It better be redder than my hand," Sherry said, easing Wendy's panties 
down. Both women ogled the inflamed cheeks of the child's sweet ass. Sherry 
touched the skin. "It's hot, too." 

Darlene reached over. "Damn. Makes me cream. Her ass feels smooth. Mmmmmm . 
. . nice." They both caressed her ass. 

Sherry pushed the child to the floor. "Now, give us a show, or I'll have to 
do that again." 

Wendy staggered to her feet. The burning heat of her ass cheeks was still 
with her, but the stinging began to subside. She sniffed back her tears. It 
had hurt, but their gentle caresses afterward had been enjoyable. She backed 
up, pulled up her panties. She wasn't about to let them know she enjoyed it. 

"What do you want me to do?" she said, trying to sound angry. 

"Model for us," Darlene suggested. 

"Make us cream, too," Sherry put in. 

Turning slowly, hesitantly, Wendy let the two horny women ogle her. When her 
back was to them, she felt their eyes on her. She caught sight of Angel, the 
other Doberman, Satan's twin. She thought of how Satan licked her pussy, and 
it weakened her knees. She wondered if Angel was going to do the same thing 
to her. Her mind became muddled, confused. She knew she was succumbing, 
becoming what they were. She would soon become the woman in the painting, 
and what surprised her the most, she was beginning not to care. 

"Mmmmmm," Sherry sighed, stroking her own moist pussy, her tight ass 
squirming on the couch. "Bend over and give us a nice ass view." 

Wendy complied, thinking of what it would be like to touch Angel's prick. As 
she bent over, the crotchless panties opened, baring her pussy and the crack 
of her delicious-looking ass. Wendy trembled, knowing that what she was 
doing was getting both her and the two women hotter. 

"Strip for us," Darlene cooed. "Naked." She tore off her own clothes, 
flinging them aside, her dark violet eyes on the luscious Wendy. 

Wendy turned around. The two naked women staring at her made her young 
virgin pussy seep cunt juice. Wendy looked at their naked bodies, their 
mature ripened tits, full hips, and hairy pussies. She glanced at Angel, 
wondering what his tongue would feel like. 

"Strip," Sherry moaned, her fingers gouging her own wet pussy. "Let's see 
your cunt, baby." 

"Do it slow," Darlene added. "A sexy show." 

Wendy began enjoying herself more and more. She rocked her slim girlish 
hips, her fingers slowly and tantalizingly working over the cups of her bra, 
massaging the soft supple flesh of her budding tits. She was getting hotter 
by the minute. 

Her hands traveled down her teenaged body to her rotating hips. She pressed 
her fingers to her belly, inching down. Spreading her long girlish legs, 
Wendy opened the lace of her crotchless panties. A hot sizzling tremor swept 
up her thighs and exploded deep inside her virgin pussy. Wendy quavered in 
sheer delight. 

"Take it off," Sherry gasped, enjoying the show. "Strip all the way." 

Willingly, Wendy obeyed. She brought her hands up to her tits and squeezed 
each pliant tit mound, keeping the two sexy women in torturous rapture. She 
saw that her young sexy body held them spellbound; it gave her a feeling of 
power. Her cunt pulsed with excitement. 

"You want to see my titties?" she asked them, getting into the swing of 
things. The two horny women moaned in unison. 

"I'm glad," Wendy sighed. 

Her pussy juices were flowing. Her tits were swelling, the nipples aching. 
After unhooking the bra, Wendy let it fall to the floor. She acted the way 
she thought they wanted her to. Each second drew her deeper and deeper into 
their maze of fuck-lust. 

"They're not big," she whimpered to her audience. "Not like yours." Wendy 
eased her hands over her plump ripe tits, her fingers outlining their exotic 
round shape. 

"Your panties," Sherry gasped. A hot burning feeling swept madly through the 
depths of her red-haired pussy. "Take off your panties, Wendy . . . now." 

"Yessssss," Darlene hissed. Her violet eyes went up and down Wendy's body. 
"Let's see some pussy, some young pussy meat." 

Totally caught up in the passion that reeked in the room, Wendy stepped 
close to the two naked women. "Why don't you both take off my panties?" She 
jiggled her small tits and jutted her hips forward. "Do it together." 

Wendy trembled in anticipation, waiting, her hands actively caressing her 
own soft body. She combed her fingers through her wheat-blonde hair. Two 
pairs of hands touched and fondled her hot flesh. Wendy was horny as hell. 

Darlene's fingers slipped into the black panties that Wendy wore. Sherry, 
panting hotly, joined her. The two horny women brought the teenager's 
panties down to her knees, their eyes trained on the silken patch of 
gossamer pussy hair that framed the soft cunt mound like fine soft down. 

Wendy quivered in ecstasy, loving the attention and the gentle caresses. 
"Ohhhh, I'm soooo hot!" Her knees seemed to buckle, and she stepped away 
from their overwhelming hands. "God, this is wrong, but I can't stop 
myself." Wendy shivered, glared at both women, then at the giant Doberman, 
Angel. 

Sherry sprawled herself out on the living room carpet. "Lick my pussy, 
Wendy, let me feel your tongue right here." Her fingers touched her oozing 
cunt slit. 

The shocking request startled the young innocent. She lowered her eyes to 
Sherry's red cunt gash between the long parted legs. It dazzled her. Her 
mouth drooled for pussy. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. 

Knowing it was wrong, but too hot to stop herself, Wendy melted to her 
knees. She was drawn to Sherry's pussy as if a magnet were attracting her. 
Anxious to taste the beautiful woman's pussy, Wendy licked her lips 
nervously. 

"Ohhhh, shit," Darlene moaned. "She's going to be the best pet we've ever 
had." A spasm attacked her black-haired pussy, and she creamed herself until 
the trembling seizure was over. 

"I know," Sherry replied, feeling the heat of Wendy's panting breath on the 
sticky flesh of her inner thighs. "Goddamn!" 

Wendy's mind and senses came under a barrage of exquisite sensations: sound, 
scent, sight. Hot voices. Pungent pussy aroma. Red glistening pussy gash. It 
snapped her mind, shattered her innocence, flooded her with a desire for all 
sexual sensations. 

"Oooh, God, I'm like them." The simple truth boggled her passion-dulled 
brain. 

"Eat me," Sherry rasped hungrily, her body shaking, waiting for the young 
teenager to eat her pussy until she creamed. "Eat out my cunt hole." As she 
waited, her pussy seeped a thick ooze. 

Hypnotized by Sherry's pussy and drowning in a sea of lust, Wendy plastered 
her mouth against the soft velvety folds of Sherry's hot oozing cunt. 

"Agghhhh!" Sherry squealed deliriously at the first contact of the 
teenager's mouth. The suction power sent hot jolts of pleasure up through 
her pulsing pussy. "Ohhhhhh, Christ, suck my pussy!" 

Wendy did. The taste of pussy meat was different, sensual, thrilling. Wendy 
feasted on the sweet juicy meat of Sherry's drooling cunt. A steady flow of 
pussy ooze flooded her mouth and throat. She swallowed, and it tasted 
delicious. Her own cunt, virgin and aching, oozed for a mouth to cream. 
Wendy's tongue darted out of her mouth and into the inner depths of Sherry's 
hot seeping pussy, exploring. 

"Ohhhhhh, suck me, Wendy. You're doing great!" Sherry looked over and saw 
that Darlene was entranced. "She's fucking my pussy with her tongue, 
Darlene. I feel her tongue going deep. Ohhhh, shit, Darlene, she's almost as 
good as Satan and Angel!" 

Wendy wallowed in her newly discovered sexual pleasure-licking a hot wet 
cunt. She allowed the warm juices of Sherry's cunt to wash over her face 
while snaking her tongue into the hidden recesses of the woman's cunt hole. 
With her tongue fucking deep, Wendy explored. Sherry's cushiony cunt muscles 
pulsed in response. Wendy was jealous of 

Sherry. Her own cherry skin kept these exotic delights from her. For the 
first time in her young life, Wendy wished she wasn't a virgin. 

"Ohhhhh, shit," Sherry moaned excitedly. Twisting and humping her cunt at 
the sex-hungry teenager, Sherry went berserk. "Eat my cunt! Suck it! Chew 
it! Oh God!" 

Wendy complied with all the fervor of youth. She sucked deep; warm pussy 
cream flowed into her mouth Wendy fucked her tongue deep into the gooey 
cunt, tongue-fucking the pussy that pulsed in a desperate attempt to capture 
her elusive tongue. She changed tactics, chewing on the puffy folds of 
Sherry's cunt, then capturing the hard clit between her teeth. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh, fuckin' Christ!" Sherry went wild. Her huge creamy tits 
bounced. Her head jerked. Her face was a deep crimson red, and her green 
eyes were a fiery hue. "Bite! Bite hard!" 

Wendy went crazy, chewing on Sherry's clit as if it were a piece of hard 
candy. Sensing, knowing, Wendy braced herself for what would happen next. 
She welcomed it, hoping, praying that one of the two luscious women would do 
the same to her. 

Sherry leered at her friend, a dreamy expression on her face. "I'm gonna 
cum, Darlene. The little bitch is gonna get me off with her mouth. Ohhhh . . 
. Christ . . . I . . . don't . . . believe it! She's fantastic!" 

Darlene watched the exotic spectacle. Sherry was twisting on the floor, her 
tits jiggling, whimpering cries escaping her open mouth. Wendy, young and 
innocent, was between Sherry's lush thighs, slurping and going wild on 
Sherry's hot pussy. The noises of Wendy's cunt-sucking mouth was driving 
Darlene mad. She crawled over to them and caressed the teenager's slender 
back. Darlene's hand went to Wendy's ass cheeks-still raw and pink from 
Sherry's whipping. 

"Suck her pussy, Wendy," Darlene urged in a guttural tone. "Suck her, and 
make her scream!" Darlene's hand swept under the child and massaged the firm 
meat of her tits. "Make Sherry cum!" 

Wendy sucked like a child possessed, chewing voraciously on the pulsing clit 
that projected vulnerably from the sheath that had protected it. 

"Agggghhhh! I'm cumming!" Hot fantastic pleasure bolted through Sherry's 
cunt. Spasms attacked her from all angles. Hot cum gushed from her pussy. 

Wendy responded with more enthusiasm. Sucking deeply, Wendy doubled her 
efforts to please. Warm pussy cum drenched her already saturated face. 
Wendy's hand snaked around Sherry's gyrating hips, squeezing. Her mouth 
turned the older woman into a mass of exploding cunt flesh. Her teeth nipped 
hard, then she sucked on the clit, sending Sherry into screaming hysterics. 

"I'm creaming, Darlene!" Sherry's high-pitched voice echoed. "I'm creaming!" 

Sherry stiffened and her back arched, her pussy driving into Wendy's mouth 
over and over again. She ground her cunt lips and clit into the teenager's 
teeth. Her hands pounded the carpet, and her green eyes tried to focus on 
her friend, Darlene. She saw her beside Wendy, caressing the child's back 
with one hand and fondling the huge red piece of doggie prick with the 
other. 

Darlene's fingers teased Angel's thick cock shaft while he licked the tip of 
his prick and part of her stroking hand. 

Wendy, oblivious to everything but the oozing pussy at her mouth, continued 
to dine on the puffy meat of Sherry's climaxing pussy. Wendy chewed 
ravenously. She shook Sherry's clit between her teeth. 

Wendy's hands roamed Sherry's twisting body, mauled the huge jiggling tits 
and enjoyed the light squeezing caresses of her own tits by Darlene. 

"More! More! Aghhhh!" Sherry creamed again. Hot sticky cum flowed like a 
river. It drenched the sucking child's mouth. Wendy's hands felt fabulous! 
"Oooooo!" Sherry's legs shot out stiffly, muscles taut. Her squirming ass 
rotated, and she clawed her way down her burning body to her pussy and 
Wendy's chewing mouth. 

Overwhelmed by the sheer force and power of Sherry's horrendous orgasm, 
Wendy clamped her mouth to the warm sticky wetness of Sherry's cunt hole and 
snagged her teeth on Sherry's rigid clit. Wendy rode the full force of 
Sherry's stormy orgasm, loving it. Pressing tightly against Sherry's flowing 
pussy, Wendy gulped down the sudsy froth, choking, sputtering. It came out 
too much and too fast for the inexperienced teenager. The bubbly cunt cream 
flooded her mouth, nose, and throat. 

One final orgasm tore through Sherry's pussy, devastating her. She trembled 
in helplessness, froze for a fleeting moment, then collapsed back on the 
floor. 

"Get her off, get her off!" Sherry could take no more of the joy of Wendy's 
greedy mouth. "Darlene, take her away!" 

Darlene eased an overanxious Wendy away from Sherry's cunt, ready to use the 
girl, herself. Angel and his cherry-ripping cock could wait until later. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Wendy lay writhing naked on the floor. Her creamy body was flushed pink with 
lust. She squirmed on the carpet, whimpering and sobbing for relief, a 
relief she had already given each woman with her hungry mouth. 

Her hands clawed at her own flesh: plump tits; belly; hips; virgin pussy 
that ached to be touched. She was oblivious to everything around her. Every 
nerve in her body was keyed to satisfying the gnawing passion that ate away 
at her flesh and pussy. 

Darlene sighed, her pussy sated by the child's fantastic mouth. "You want me 
to eat your pussy?" Darlene asked. 

"Yessssss," Wendy hissed through her teeth. "Lick my pussy. Help meeeee!" 

"I'm too tired," Darlene teased. "How about Sherry?" 

Through hazy vision, Wendy gazed at Sherry. "Yessss. You lick my pussy, 
Sherry." 

"Sorry, kid. I'm all sucked out right now. your hot little mouth drained me 
of every ounce of strength I had." She giggled, enjoying the child's 
unbridled fuck-lust. 

"Ohhhh, God, don't do this to me. You got me this way . . . help me!" Wendy 
crawled over to them, desperate, ready to do anything. She spotted Angel on 
the floor. His sleek powerful body conjured up memories of Satan and his 
marvelous tongue. "Where's Satan?" 

"Upstairs, asleep. He fucked himself out on your leg, and he's sleeping it 
off," Darlene giggled. 

"Can . . . can Angel lick me?" Wendy asked timidly. "Can he lick pussy like 
Satan?" 

"Should we have Angel lick her pussy, Sher?" Darlene laughed, combing her 
fingers through the teenager's wheat-blonde hair. 

"I don't know," Sherry said, playing along. "Angel doesn't like virgins very 
much." Sherry winked at Darlene. "He hates the cherry. Gets in his way." 

"Ooooo, please," Wendy begged, crawling to the dog. Wendy petted his large 
head. "Let him lick my pussy. I need it sooo bad." She began to shake, her 
bottom lip trembling. "Pleeeease!" Her hand skimmed down Angel's sleek body. 

Angel raised his head off the rug and slapped his long tongue over Wendy's 
face, slobbering his spit over her mouth. 

Wendy went into sexual shock. Quaking with a need to cum, she threw her arms 
around the beast's thick-muscled neck. She moved her head back and forth, 
letting the dog's tongue lick her mouth and chin. Opening her mouth, she 
snagged Angel's bluish-red tongue between her lips and sucked. 

Whimpering, Angel yanked his head back, dragging his tongue out of Wendy's 
mouth. After squirming from her frenzied clutches, he lashed his tongue over 
her neck and barked, startling the sexually numb teenager. Angel gave her a 
playful nudge, and she easily fell off balance. 

A fire burned in Wendy's virgin cunt that needed to be extinguished. She 
squirmed helplessly, spreading her long legs, thrusting her virgin cunt at 
the giant beast who loved pussy. "Lick me!" 

Angel straddled the young girl. He licked his red tongue over the child's 
sizzling pink-capped nipples and the mounds of her tits. Going down her body 
to her gyrating hips, he was about to delve between her thighs and swipe his 
tongue across her juicy aromatic cunt, but his mistress's voice brought him 
up short. 

"Heel!" Sherry commanded. "Heel!" 

The monstrous dog looked up questioningly and whined urgently to be allowed 
to feast on the delectable morsel squirming about on the floor. He whined 
again at Sherry, then seeing there was no way out, he stepped over Wendy and 
sat obediently by Sherry's side. 

"Good, boy," Sherry soothed, stroking the giant dog's head. "She doesn't 
deserve you." 

Frustrated, Wendy went into hysterics. She rolled over, crawled back to 
Angel. Her breathing was ragged, coarse. Her eyes were dilated. She was an 
animal, a human animal. She petted the sleek beast, her eyes glued on 
Sherry's smiling face. 

"You bitch . . . you bitch! You know I want him. Why won't you let him lick 
my pussy?" 

"Listen to little Miss Innocent!" Sherry mocked. She enjoyed the child's 
agony. She looked at Wendy groveling on her hands and knees, stroking her 
dog with desire. "You promise to be a good girl and keep us happy until we 
let you go?" Sherry asked, knowing she had the upper hand. 

Her head reeling, Wendy nodded in agreement. The fire in her pussy was 
unbearable. "Yes, anything . . . I'll do anything . . . just let him lick my 
pussy." 

Sherry slapped her own thighs. "Rest your head on my lap, Wendy. Darlene 
will help the dog get behind you." 

Wendy scrambled over to a gloating Sherry. The scent of Sherry's cunt 
drifted up to her as she placed her head on Sherry's lap. Wendy was on her 
knees, her ass sticking out for Angel. Her small plump tits were crushed 
into Sherry's legs. Her arms and hands clutched Sherry in readiness-a lamb 
ready for the slaughter. 

"Hurry," Wendy sobbed. "I'm going crazy!" 

Sherry closed her fingers around Wendy's arms, gently holding her in place. 
Wendy would soon be bucking and struggling to try and throw Angel from her 
body, and Sherry anticipated it. She pinned the child to her lap 
unobtrusively and stroked her hair, curling her fingers in the thick blonde 
strands. 

"She's ready, Darlene. Get Angel into place," Sherry said, while soothing 
Wendy with her stroking hand. 

Darlene dropped to the floor and brought the anxious Doberman around. She 
allowed the mighty beast to sniff the dripping gash of Wendy's virgin cunt. 
"Lick it, boy. Get her pussy real juicy for your cock." 

In a passionate daze, Wendy couldn't hear anything but her own breathing. 
She was trembling. The cold nose against her hot flesh and the tongue 
licking the back of her thighs promised relief. 

"Ooooo, I like it! I like it!" 

Wendy's hips wriggled; she shivered in ecstasy, wanting the dog to 
concentrate on her cunt as Satan had done earlier. 

"My pussy, Darlene," Wendy wailed. "Make him lick my pussy." 

"Oh, I will," Darlene giggled, enjoying Wendy's predicament. Darlene 
remembered her own initiation into doggie fucking as she looked down at the 
squirming Wendy. She knew the girl would like it, just as she had when she 
was a teenager. 

Darlene spread the cheeks of Wendy's firm ass and showed Angel the 
pinkish-brown wrinkled asshole. "Lick, boy. Get her ass all wet." 

"Aaaaahhhh," Wendy groaned excitedly. The dog's tongue tormented the crack 
of her ass, and she loved it, but it only added fuel to the inferno that 
raged inside her aching cunt. "Not my ass," Wendy pleaded. "My pussy!" Wendy 
wriggled her hips at Angel. "My pussy." 

"Relax," Sherry soothed, stroking Wendy's hair. "Let him enjoy you first." 
Sherry's green eyes followed the contour of Wendy's slim back to the slight 
flare of the child's hips, to the rounded cheeks of her ass, which Darlene 
was caressing and holding for the Doberman. Sherry winked and grinned slyly 
at Darlene. "Let him lick her pussy. Our little friend is too hot to be 
teased any longer." 

"Yeahhhhhh!" Darlene agreed. 

"Thank you, thank you," Wendy bubbled. Her blue eyes found Sherry. "Thank 
you, Sherry. I need it soooo bad." Her head dropped to Sherry's bare thighs. 
Wendy waited to be relieved. 

Darlene eased her fingers through Wendy's dripping pussy and parted the 
puffy folds for Angel. "Lick here, Angel. Lick our horny little friend." 

Wendy shuddered as the dog's tongue slapped noisily over her red pussy slit. 
"Ooooooo, I love it!" she squealed. "God, don't let him stop!" 

"I won't," Darlene whispered. Through hungry violet eyes, Darlene watched 
Angel's tongue slither through her fingers and up through Wendy's hot virgin 
cunt. 

Angel licked diligently. His tongue slithered up and down the opened pussy 
slit, through Darlene's fingers that separated the puffy cunt folds. He 
licked up over Wendy's asshole and coated the wrinkled ring with a blend of 
his spit and Wendy's sticky pussy juice. 

Snorting some pussy cream out of his nostrils, Angel shoved his pointed 
snout hard into the child's pussy. He collided with the cherry skin that 
protected her virgin depths. The barrier frustrated him. He shoved his 
muzzle again into Wendy's pussy, determined to reach the inner depths where 
it was warm and gooey. His tongue struggled in the wet cuntal entrance, 
prodding, pushing, but failing to break the tough cherry. 

"Oooooo," Wendy moaned, squirming back at Angel. "He keeps stopping! He 
keeps stoppping!" The only thing she wanted was to cum. "Make him do it like 
Satan, pleeeease!" 

"Sorry, baby," Sherry tormented. "Angel doesn't like virgins." 

Angel began nipping the puffy lips of Wendy's gooey cunt, making her whimper 
in agony and pleasure. His huge red cock began to emerge from the 
thick-skinned sheath. 

Wendy lifted her head and turned to Darlene. "Make him do it, please!" Wendy 
shoved back, trying to tempt the dog to lick her pussy. "Ewwww, he's biting 
me! Ooowwww!" 

"He's angry," Darlene said, giving Sherry a nod-a signal that the excitement 
was about to begin. 

Sherry nodded back. Casually, her hands elapsed Wendy around the shoulders. 
"I'm ready." 

Swirling in delirium, Wendy was ready and anxious to be relieved of her 
passionate torment. Hot and ready, she squirmed, the nipping teeth of the 
dog adding more excitement to her already overheated pussy. 

"I can't stand it!" She began to blubber and moan. 

Darlene stroked Angle's cock, working her magical fingers up and down the 
dog's prick. She enticed the long thick red menacing cock shaft to come out 
all the way, until every hard inch of prick was fully extended from its 
sheath. 

"Ohhhh, shit, it's beautiful." Darlene swooned, wishing it were her body 
that would be plundered with this formidable hunk of cock meat. 

Angel began to whimper. Darlene's hand and active fingers on his cock were 
agitating him into a feverish state. He nipped harder on Wendy's ass, 
becoming more aroused as Darlene played with his stiff cock. 

"Now, boy," Darlene commanded in the animal's ear. She patted the teenager's 
smooth back. "Up, boy, up!" 

His tongue slapped out excitedly. He leaped up on Wendy's back, blanketing 
her with his sleek powerful frame. Recklessly, he jabbed his bloated cock at 
Wendy's thighs. His raging passion blinded his aim. 

Somewhere in the back of Wendy's lust-drugged mind, she sensed what was 
happening to her. The dog wasn't licking her; he was fucking her! "Ohhhhh, 
God, noooooo!" 

The weight of the dog on the teenager's back his jabbing prick punching her 
ass cheeks panicked Wendy. 

Terror glimmered in the glaze of passion that covered her blue dilated eyes. 

"Get him off! Get him off me!" She was terrified. She struggled, only to 
find out that she was powerless. "Nooooo!" 

"Yessss," Sherry squealed with delight. "You're gonna get fucked! Fucked! 
Like a good girl should!" Sherry kept the teenager pinned to her lap, 
holding her tightly. Stronger than Wendy, she kept the horrified teenager 
from getting away. 

Wendy kept fighting, swinging her ass. She wasn't going to give the dog a 
stationary target. She jerked and bolted. "No! No! No!" Her head turned over 
a shoulder. Frightened eyes glared at a smiling Darlene. "Take him away!" 

"Sorry, baby," Darlene soothed, reaching under and fondling Wendy's tits. 
"It's time you lost that useless cherry. Angel will make you glad you did." 

Wendy struggled, but to no avail. She couldn't break away from Sherry's firm 
hold. As long as she kept moving, Wendy reasoned, her cunt was safe. Angel's 
prick harmlessly jabbed at the cheeks of her ass. 

"Help the dog get in her pussy," Sherry gasped to Darlene. "Guide his 
prick." 

"Noooooo!" Wendy cried. 

Darlene grabbed the hulking doggie cock and stroked it, then aimed the 
pointed cock tip at Wendy's elusive virgin pussy. When the teenager moved 
the other way, Darlene was ready. 

Angel's cock ripped into Wendy's squirming body. 

"Aaaayyyieeee!" Wendy's shriek echoed. "Aaaahhouww!" The dog's huge red 
prick tore through her cherry and plunged deep inside her pussy. Wendy 
bucked, trying to throw the dog. "Out! Take him . . . ouww!" The pain 
worsened. 

Angel barked and whimpered happily. His cock was fucking madly into the hot 
depths of Wendy's pussy. 

Darlene's eyes were glued to the jabbing red prick fucking the child's cunt 
in a blinding fury. Darlene gasped; her mouth watered for the same. "Relax, 
Wendy. Relax. The pain will go away. You'll love it." 

"Yessss, little bitch," Sherry gasped. She was still fighting the child, 
keeping her pinned. "You'll be screaming for him to fuck you real soon. 
You'll see." 

Wendy heard their words, but she didn't believe it. The pain was weakening 
her strength. The weight of the dog, his stabbing cock, and the burning 
inside her pussy all became too much. She floated into a faint, her mind 
unable to endure it all. 

The Doberman continued to fuck into Wendy's pussy. His cock hit tight 
depths. He danced on his hind legs. His stubby tail tried to curl under 
between his prancing legs. He humped, his front paws holding onto Wendy's 
back. Unconscious from the pain, Wendy had gone limp. Her pussy was still 
being plundered. The juices in her cunt began to flow again. Angel's demonic 
cock found the path of warm cunt cream, and his fucking pace quickened. 

Wendy began to stir. The pain had subsided. Her flowing cunt juices were 
greasing Angel's way into her pussy. Pleasure soon replaced pain. 

Dazed and frightened, Wendy slowly came out of her faint. The Doberman was 
still fucking her with hard-hitting jabs. Surprised that she had survived, 
Wendy sobbed. "God, the pain went away!" 

"Yeah, baby. It's time for the fun. Enjoy!" 

Wendy turned her head to look at the beast fucking her. "Ohhhhh, shit . . . 
it . . . does . . . feel . . . good." Her hips rotated in rhythm to the 
pounding doggie cock ravaging her pussy. 

"I told you!" Darlene squealed, delighted that Wendy had accepted it. "Wait 
till he cums! You'll love it!" 

"Yeah, Wendy. He creams so much, you'll just gush." Sherry released Wendy 
and allowed her to move without hindrance. "You'll drown in his cum." 

This time Wendy believed. The dog's weight became a welcome pleasure. His 
cock fucking in and out of her cunt became the most thrilling thing in her 
life. She held onto Sherry and accepted the steady fucking. 

His cock pounded. The giant Doberman climbed closer and closer to spurting 
her pussy with hot doggie cum. Hard slamming fuck-thrusts followed one after 
the other. His cock jabbed through the puffy lips of Wendy's pussy into the 
wet scalding depths of her cunt hole. Spongy pussy walls pulsed against he 
dog's prick and oozed hot buttery pussy cream. It bathed his stiff cock, and 
with each squishing jab, cunt cream seeped out her cock-filled pussy. 

Wendy rode the fury of the giant dog's unrelenting pounding. She climbed 
with him to the peak, sensing that soon he would be cumming with her. She 
knew it would be better than when she came on Satan's tongue. It would be a 
cum that would blow her mind forever. 

"Ooooo, I feel myself getting there!" Wendy squealed in childish delight. 
"Give me more, Angel . . . more!" She used her cunt muscles against his 
stabbing prick as naturally as if she had been fucking all her life. 

Angel yelped, prancing on his powerful hind legs. He leaned forward over the 
squirming child. His hairy legs rubbed her smooth silky flesh. His heavy 
balls swung like lead weights. Whining yelps followed hard ramming 
fuck-thrusts. His front paws clutched Wendy tighter. Neck straining, his 
rubbery lips drawing back to reveal dangerous fangs, Angel reached the 
exploding point. His fucking speed increased. His black eyes rolled. He blew 
his cum-load. 

Wendy could feel Angel creaming her pussy. "He's creaming!" Her eyes widened 
as the joy of her announcement sank into her lust-crazed mind. "Ooooo! Fuck 
me! Fuck me!" She went wild. Her hips churned. Her pussy muscles grabbed the 
thick skewering cock shaft. She urged the giant beast to cream her pussy 
more. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" 

The Doberman growled. His balls swelled with another load of hot jism. His 
prick grew thicker. He spewed thick hot doggie jizz into the screaming 
child, flooding her cunt in a sea of white doggie cum. 

"He's cumming! He's cumming!" the teenager shrieked. Her pussy quickly 
overloaded with the sticky strands of doggie goo. Cum gushed in a 
never-ending stream out his piss-slot. "He's cumming in meeeee!" 

Hot doggie cum squirted. Angel made yelping sounds. His rump jabbed. His 
cock kept spewing the sticky spume. He couldn't stop fucking the little 
girl. Her pussy was dynamite. 

"I'm gonna cum!" Wendy's orgasm was getting closer and closer as the huge 
dog continued to ram his prick in and out of her cum-drenched pussy. She 
looked up into Sherry's face, her body jerking feverishly. "I'm . . . gonna 
. . . cream . . . too." 

"Yessss, baby . . . cum! Cream Angel's cock. Make him howl." Sherry urged 
the child on, and Darlene joined in. 

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" they both chanted. They were caught up in the moment, 
watching the teenager climb toward her peak and her first orgasm with a 
cock. "Cummmm!" 

The chants echoed in Wendy's head. The dog ripped through her pussy, fucking 
deep. Her eyes bulged; she was at the peak and she couldn't get over. Panic 
contorted her face. Her mouth opened; nothing came out. 

Angel yelped. His pounding fuck-thrusts slowed. His prick emptied his doggie 
cum with each cum-squirting jab. His rump stabbed his cock into the cushiony 
wetness of Wendy's pussy. The hot clinging pussy muscles made his coal-black 
eyes roll up into his head. 

One long stringy glob of doggie jizz splattered Wendy deep inside her pussy. 
The ferocious thrust of that last fuck-jab almost toppled the young girl 
from the torturous peak. He kept fucking, and his cock kept her prisoner. 
She was unable to enter her orgasm. 

Angel yelped, his balls draining until he was finished. His cock spent, he 
gave Wendy one hard final fuck-jab, then wriggled free of her hot gripping 
pussy. He yanked back, his prick spurting a fine spray of doggie cum on 
Wendy's smooth back. Then, leaping up on the couch, Angel curled up into a 
furry ball, licking the tip of his worn-out cock. 

"No! Keep going!" Wendy screamed. 

Deprived of her orgasm, Wendy swayed at the peak, tottering between 
frustration and insanity. "No!" She was out of her mind. "I got to cum!" 

Looking around the room, she desperately searched for something to fuck. 
Anything. She needed the aching need in her pussy to be quelled. She spotted 
Satan coming into the room 

Insane from being denied cock, and babbling incoherently, Wendy crawled like 
a bitch in heat over to the sleek Doberman. "Fuck me, Satan. Fuck me!" She 
turned around, showing him her butt, flashing her ass in front of his 
snout-a hot sex bitch ready for doggie prick. "Fuck me, doggie!" 

The dog's nostrils flared. He smelled Angel's cum. His own orgasm earlier 
had only been an appetizer, and he was ready for the main course. He sniffed 
Wendy again. The young girl's blatant overwhelming passion captivated him. 
He licked her oozing cum-filled pussy, then mounted the teenager. He jabbed 
his cock at the cunt hole Angel had just fucked. 

Wendy groaned, almost collapsing under his heavy frame, but she remained on 
all fours, anxious to be fucked by Satan, like she had been fucked by Angel. 
"Fuck me!" 

Satan found her pussy hole immediately. He plowed deep, his balls a boiling 
inferno of doggie jizz. The Doberman was a hair's breadth away from 
unloading his jism. 

The quick violent fuck-jabs took Wendy swiftly to the peak again. Her tits 
jiggled beneath her, swollen with the passion that ran rampant throughout 
her young body. 

Her passion-hazed eyes drifted over to the two naked women who were watching 
from the couch. Wendy gave them a dreamy smile. Her eyes seemed to float to 
the picture on the wall. Wendy gazed at it and knew now why the naked 
woman's face had an expression of bliss. 

It finally happened. 

"I'm cumming!" Wendy's breaking voice echoed off the four walls. Her pussy 
creamed Satan's jabbing prick. "I'm creaming his cock! A doggie cock!" 

Wendy lost her mind, almost collapsing. Her elbows bucked under with steady 
volley of Satan's fuck-jabs, but she regained her position, fucking back 
with all her power. She climaxed and screamed, then slammed back into the 
giant beast's cock. His fur, his whacking balls, his whimpering howls added 
to her blinding pleasure. She was in rapture. 

Satan fucked into the child's vulnerable pussy. Wendy's cunt was hot. 
Pulsing pussy muscles grabbed and milked his cock shaft, and he danced on 
his back legs while fucking toward his orgasm. 

Wendy creamed Satan's purplish-red doggie cock. Hot gooey cum spilled out 
over his prick shaft, then gushed out over his swinging balls that slapped 
Wendy's ass. 

Satan's neck stretched as he lunged. His savage fucking pace grew more 
brutal. His teeth were bared. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, 
slapping over Wendy's back. Vigorously, he fucked her pussy. 

Again and again, Wendy climaxed. Buttery pussy ooze bubbled from her cunt 
with each slam of Satan's brutal cock. Wendy turned her head, watching the 
beast fucking her, feeling his fur, his weight, his magnificent prick. Her 
eyes swam in their sockets; the face of the fierce-looking dog became two, 
four, blending into one again. Then her eyesight blurred. She had to fight 
to keep from fainting under the ecstatic sensations that were slowly 
draining her body. 

Rocking back and forth, Wendy came over and over again. Bolts of joy 
cascaded through her pussy, then darted through the rest of her jerking 
body. It became too much for her to handle. Her arms caved in and she fell 
forward; her face crashed into the thick carpet. 

Drool came dribbling out of her whimpering mouth. Her eyes were closed, and 
her body twitched in rippling spasms. She floated in and out of 
consciousness, her limbs contorting. Her hands clawed the deep-piled rug, 
and she kept fucking back onto Satan's cunt-ripping prick. She kept creaming 
on the dog's cock. 

"Satan!" Wendy fainted. 

The dog howled, creamed her already cum-filled pussy with his doggie cum. 
Gobs of his glutinous cum flooded Wendy's pussy. Only his stiff 
cum-squirting cock held her up as he continually fucked into her pussy. 

Satin's balls exploded with another cum-load. More syrupy doggie cum 
spattered the teenager's overstuffed cunt. He almost lost his balance as he 
showered Wendy with a bubbling outpouring of more jism. He slammed forward, 
made a loud whining sound and pulled his spent prick out. 

Wendy went crashing to the floor. Still twitching in the afterglow, she lay 
sprawled on her stomach, streams of doggie cum seeping out of her cunt. 
Pleasure enveloped her. 

Wendy felt hands on her body, and she sighed as they turned her over. She 
moaned, feeling a mouth on her cunt. A spasm racked her weary body as the 
sucking mouth emptied her pussy of all the thick gobs of doggie cum. 

Swirling in bliss, Wendy opened her eyes for a moment. She saw the two 
Dobermans. Darlene was with one, Sherry with the other. The two women were 
sucking the dogs' cocks. Wendy couldn't comprehend. She fainted again. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Wendy glanced at the letter again. The address was in the upper-hand corner. 
Her young face was set in determination. Three days in the house. Three days 
of nothing but fucking. Determination turned into a dreamy smile. Three 
fantastic days of fucking. 

The door opened. "Hi." It was Darlene. "How do you feel this morning?" 

Wendy giggled. The memory of last night and the fucking marathon with Satan 
and 

Angel came rushing back. "I ache all over." 

"I hope you don't ache too much." 

"Not again this morning!" she groaned, throwing herself back on the bed. 
"I'm fucked out." 

"You too tired to check out that address you've been mooning over since you 
got here?" Darlene grinned widely. 

Wendy bolted upright. "Really? I can leave? I can-" Her small tits shook as 
she jumped with excitement. 

Darlene laughed, cutting off the child's questions. "You can leave, baby. 
But I thought you might like some help in your search for your parents." 

"You'll go with me?" 

"Shit, why not?" Darlene turned. "Hurry and get dressed. I'll wait 
downstairs for you." 

Wendy bounded out of bed, her heart skipping. In ten minutes, she was 
downstairs dressed and ready to go. 

Darlene and Wendy left. Satan went along for the ride. Sherry stayed home 
with Angel. 

Wendy was fascinated with New York. It was a busy exciting city. She had 
never seen so many people all in one place before. As she sat beside Satan 
in the front seat, with Darlene driving, a twinge of homesickness hit her. 
She missed her mother and father, the quiet streets of Maple Grove, her 
friends. 

"How far away is it?" Wendy asked, glancing at the letter her mother had 
given her the night she ran away from home. She looked up from the worn 
piece of paper as they weaved through the New York traffic. 

"A few more minutes," Darlene said. "Getting nervous?" 

"A little," Wendy admitted. She gulped, not sure now whether she wanted to 
find out who her real parents were, or not. Her stomach churned. 

"It's right around the corner," Darlene announced after a few minutes of 
driving. She slowed the car, made a turn, pulled over to the curb, stopped. 
Her heart sank and she looked at Wendy, wondering how the child would take 
it. 

"It's a parking lot," Wendy gasped. "A parking lot." She had come so close. 
"Damn it!" Tears misted her eyes. 

Sensing the girl's discomfort, Satan licked her face and tears. 

"Not now, boy," Wendy said sadly. 

"I'm sorry, kid," Darlene said, "but it was an old letter." She eased the 
car away from the curb and headed back to the townhouse she shared with 
Sherry. "Maybe it's better this way." 

Wendy nodded, finding some truth in what Darlene said. "What should I do 
now? I only have this letter that my real mother wrote me when I was two 
years old. I don't even remember her-" Tears filled her eyes again. 

"How about just forgetting everything. You never knew, until last week . . . 
that's what you said, anyway. I think you should just put it out of your 
mind." 

Wendy sank into silence on their way back. Her young mind was swirling in 
turmoil. 

When they came into the house, Sherry asked: "How did it go?" 

"Not too good," Darlene explained. "House was torn down for a parking lot. 
No leads." 

"I'm going upstairs. I have to think." Wendy climbed the stairs slowly, her 
face sullen. "Come on, Satan. Keep me company." 

Satan barked, leaped ahead of her on the steps. He was at the top landing 
before Wendy, barking for the teenager to hurry. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Wendy moaned, dragging herself up the stairs. 
Trudging into the bedroom, she plopped on the bed. Satan leaped up beside 
her, rested his head on her lap. His eyes peered up at her, his brow 
wrinkled. 

Wendy absent-mindedly stroked his head, wondering what to do. She looked at 
the letter again, the envelope. The address was useless. Everything had 
seemed so simple the night she left home to find her real parents. She was 
so sure she would find them; that they would become good friends, maybe 
visit, and then she would go back home to her adopted parents. Now, all her 
dreams were ruined. 

Satan whimpered, swished his tongue over Wendy's sad face. He kept licking 
her until his tongue found her mouth. He sat up, nudged the despondent child 
with a huge paw, knocking her back on the bed. 

"Is that all you ever think about?" Wendy giggled as the giant beast pawed 
the crotch of her jeans. 

Satan barked his answer, his front paw on her crotch. His stubby tail wagged 
incessantly. He lowered his head, jammed his nose under her blouse. His cold 
nose skimmed her warm skin. 

"Ooooh, you bad dog." She pushed him away. "You'll rip my pants, if you keep 
it up." 

Satan wouldn't take no for an answer. He followed her as she scrambled away, 
pawing the front of her blouse. 

"Satan. You'll rip my clothes." She pushed him aside. 

Satan looked at her with his dark eyes, looking dejected. 

Wendy sighed. She began to unbutton her blouse. "Maybe you have the right 
idea. We'll fuck. Later, I'll decide what to do." 

The Doberman sensed the change in Wendy's mood and sat watching while she 
undressed. 

"You're always so damn horny," she giggled, peeling off her jeans and 
panties. Naked, her body tingled. Her problems, for the moment, were 
forgotten. She parted her legs for Satan. "You wanna eat me?' 

The pointed tip of Satan's cock was peeking from its thick-skinned sheath. 
His balls hung heavily. He went to her, aiming his stiff cock for her face. 
He barked again and stood still. 

"What do you want?" she asked, staring at his cock. "You can't eat me from 
there, and you can't fuck me." Her hand touched the sticky red doggie cock, 
feeling the tight hard knot inside the sheath. 

Satan yelped, his prick growing, enlarging, thickening. More thick inches of 
glistening red cock meat appeared from the hiding place. 

"Well, what do you want? I'm waiting." The child was baffled. 

The door opened, and Darlene entered. "Satan wants to be sucked." The 
raven-haired beauty went to the bed. "He figures since he's licked you off 
so many times, it's about time he got his cock sucked." 

Satan turned and faced Darlene, then plopped to his side. He lifted his 
head, spread his back legs, whined urgently. 

"He wants you to suck his cock, Wendy. Don't be so shocked. Doggie cock 
tastes great." 

Wendy was caught off guard. For the first time, she realized she had so much 
more to learn about sex-about everything. 

"Don't you choke, or drown?" She thought about the river of hot cum he 
squirted into her pussy every time he fucked her. "God!" 

"You won't drown." Darlene smoothed her hand over Satan's furry belly. "You 
won't choke to death, either." Her hand skimmed over his huge cum-laden 
balls. "I'll bet you'll enjoy sucking cock as much as you enjoy fucking." 

"Really?" Wendy was tempted. Her eyes settled on the dog's growing cock. 
"You sure?" 

"I'd show you myself, but Sherry's downstairs playing with Angel." 

"You could show me with Satan," Wendy suggested, looking for a way out. 

Darlene shook her head. "No, baby. It's you Satan wants. Besides, you owe 
him a blow-job." 

Wendy nodded, thinking. She wanted to taste his prick, feel his brute power 
with her mouth like she had felt it with her pussy. "I'm nervous." 

"Don't be. You'll love it." Darlene made herself comfortable on the bed. It 
was going to be quite a show, watching the child suck her first doggie 
prick. Darlene was glad they hadn't forced it on the youngster. It was going 
to be a lot more exciting having her suck the dog's cock because she wanted 
to. "Go on, Wendy, touch his prick, and relax." 

Wendy squiggled down on the bed beside Satan. She stroked his lean flank of 
shiny black fur. "Easy, boy," she purred soothingly, her eyes on the pointed 
tip of his huge cock. "God, I'm shaking all over." 

"I'll bet your pussy's wet too," Darlene laughed. She stroked her fingers 
thrugh Wendy's cunt. The pretty, sexually hungry teenager was drenched in 
warm oozing pussy cream. 

"Mmmmm, I like that," Wendy sighed. Darlene's fingers slipped lazily up 
through the silky folds of her wet pussy. "Do it some more," Wendy urged. 

"Only if you suck Satan." 

"Oooo, I intend to," Wendy said, wrapping her fingers around the dog's thick 
cock shaft. Her arm quivered. She felt the dynamic power surging through the 
massive hunk of cock meat. 

Satan curled his head around and licked Wendy's face. His powerful body 
rippled with strength. He squirmed against the tiny hand jerking the length 
of his prick. His rump began to jab. His head dropped to the mattress, and 
he stared at Darlene. 

Darlene scooted down to him, raising the dog's head and placing it on her 
lap. "Relax, boy. We're gonna take care of you. Wendy's gonna give you the 
best suck of your life." She petted him, long strokes over his head, down 
his flank. 

"I'm gonna try," Wendy said, a slight trembling to her voice. She studied 
his giant prick while her nimble fingers manipulated the thick sheath. 
Easing it back and forth, she watched the giant cum-bloated prick extend to 
its fullest length. 

Satan whimpered at Wendy. Her hand was making his balls hurt. He stared 
helplessly at Darlene, his rump twitching. 

"Mmmmm," Wendy sighed, "I know what he wants." 

Lowering her mouth to his prick shaft, Wendy kissed it. Her lips felt the 
sticky wetness; it boggled her mind. She had actually kissed a dog's prick. 
She kissed his cock again, lingering for a moment longer. This time, her 
tongue touched his cock, and she thought she was going to cream. 

"He does taste good," Wendy said, after coming up off Satan's stiff prick. 

"Don't stop now. Lick his cock with your tongue," Darlene encouraged. "He 
likes it." Darlene rested a hand on Satan's head, her other hand calming 
him, smoothing down his shiny fur. 

Wendy agreed, brought her mouth back to the aroused beast's cock, licked the 
entire hulking length. Her tongue swirled her saliva over the thin pointed 
cock tip, then traveled down his glistening red prick shaft to his furry 
balls. 

"Oooo, yes, he likes it," Darlene hissed. 

Her own pussy was in spasm as she dreamily watched the young girl feast on 
Satan's beautiful cock. "His cock's delicious, huh?" 

Wendy came up for a second. "Yeahhhh." She immediately returned to his cock. 
She kissed each hard scrumptious inch. Loud slurping kisses on his prick 
made the huge animal whimper like a puppy. 

Darlene soothed the aroused dog with casual strokes on his fur, keeping him 
from jerking and twisting. He jabbed his rump, trying to fuck his cock into 
Wendy's mouth, but she only licked him. Satan's tongue drooped out of his 
jaw, saliva trickling off the sides. He had to cum; he was ready to cum. 

Caressing his balls with her fingertips, Wendy ran her tongue up and down 
Satan's massive prick shaft. Slow torturous friction with her nimble 
fingers, then a whip-like slash of her tongue over the bloated cock. After 
soaking every hard wonderful inch of the dog's cock in her warm drool, she 
had licked his furry balls. Her saliva soaked the fuzzy bag of cum. 

"Don't torture him too much," Darlene moaned, hot as hell from watching. 
"Suck his cock." Her tongue flicked out over her lips as if she were licking 
Satan's formidable meaty prick herself. "Suck him, Wendy. Put that gorgeous 
hunk of dog cock in your fuckin' mouth before I do it myself." 

"Let me get used to him first," Wendy panted between licks. "I'll suck him 
soon." She looked directly at Satan. "You relax, boy. I'll eat every inch of 
your cock in a minute." 

Wendy kissed the dog on the nose. He whimpered, his onyx eyes glittering. He 
slapped his tongue into Wendy's mouth, plunging it down her throat. 

Wendy pulled away, freeing her throat of Satan's tongue. "You gonna ream my 
throat like that with your cock, Satan?" 

"He will, if you give him a chance," Darlene said. "Damn, you're being cruel 
to him." 

"Not any more. I'm going to suck him until he washes my throat with his hot 
gooey cum. Watch." Wendy dropped down to her side, inching toward the red 
tip of Satan's long pointed cock. 

"Do it!" Darlene urged. "Suck his cock!" 

Wendy was about to do just that. Opening her mouth, she eased the cock tip 
between her soft wet lips. Closing her lips around the head of Satan's cock, 
she stopped to adjust to the bulky width, calming herself before taking more 
of his delicious prick meat into her mouth. 

"Yeah, do it like that," Darlene moaned. "Wendy, take more of his cock . . . 
more!" 

Wendy had every intention of doing that. She whipped her tongue over the 
dog's piss-slot and was rewarded by Satan's yelping and jerking. It thrilled 
her to have this much power over the fierce-looking animal. With her sucking 
mouth, she was in control, the same way she was in control when she ate 
Darlene, or Sherry. Her mouth gave her the upper hand. 

Satan lay helplessly on his side, his paws twitching for a foothold. His 
front paws tried to claw the bed. He panted feverishly, his tongue dropping, 
his tight rump jerking, trying to fuck his cock into the tormenting child's 
throat. 

Wendy pushed her mouth forward, the head of Satan's cock brushing against 
the roof of her mouth on its way into her gullet. She gurgled, her mouth 
filled, his cock ready to fuck her throat. A moment of fear gripped her. 

"You can do it! It's easy. Take his cock to the balls. Suck him, baby, and 
make him howl." 

The Doberman rolled from side to side on his back. His rump thrust up off 
the mattress. 

Every muscle in his powerful body tried to coordinate to fuck his cock into 
Wendy's throat. His balls ached. His cock was about to burst a load of cum. 
Satan let out a loud mournful cry and jabbed with all his might. 

At the same instant, Wendy shoved her mouth forward. Satan's bloated cock 
skewered the child's tight gripping throat. Wendy gagged from the attack. 
Her blue eyes bulged. Her breath was cut off, but she never backed away. 
Totally committed, totally dedicated, Wendy sucked every fantastic inch of 
Satan's cock into her narrow gullet, encouraging him to cream her throat and 
mouth in doggie jizz. 

Having found the gripping tightness of Wendy's gulping throat, Satan had no 
intention of losing it. His hard-driving body lunged. His cock fucked 
balls-deep into Wendy's gullet. Straining front paws, thumping back legs, 
twisting frame of rippling muscle power all worked in frantic unison. 
Whimpering yelps accompanied frenzied gyrations. 

Darlene was amazed; the child was sucking the entire length of Satan's 
prick. It had the sexy black-haired vixen swooning and hungry for some of 
the same delicious raw doggie prick. 

"Enjoy, Wendy. Chew his fuckin' cock no off!" Darlene was getting off on the 
fabulous sight of the naked teenager eating the huge black-haired Doberman. 
"Bite his cock! Make him howl!" 

Wendy heard Darlene's squealing instructions. She wanted to oblige her, but 
most of all she wanted to please the huge Doberman that had pleased her over 
the past few days. Wendy sucked the dog's cock harder, testing, 
experimenting. She thrilled to each new sensation. 

Satan yelped, fucking his cock wildly into Wendy's avidly sucking mouth. His 
lean body jerked, fucking every bulky inch of his cock into the tight wet 
depths of Wendy's throat. 

"Fuck her good, Satan," Darlene said, her eyes locked on Wendy's sucking 
mouth. "Fuck her face! Fuck her!" 

Grabbing the dog's balls, Wendy caressed them, knowing they would soon erupt 
and blast cum through the prick she was sucking. It made her head spin. 
Wendy gulped. The head of Satan's cock jabbed easily down her throat, her 
saliva greasing the way. The need to gag had passed; each lunging fuck-jab 
was welcomed with a suck. She loved it! 

Satan quickened his brutal pace. He yelped because he couldn't get the 
needed traction to fuck the teenager's face like he wanted. His front legs 
flailed wildly. His back paws tried to dig into the mattress. He failed to 
get traction, but his cock nevertheless swelled for the coming explosion. 

"Oh, God, he's gonna cum," Darlene gasped, sensing from the way Satan was 
jerking that he was about ready. She stroked his head, running her tongue 
over his open panting jaw. "Cum, boy, drown our little friend in cock-cum. 
Cum!" 

Wendy could feel the dog's hulking prick swell inside her sucking mouth. She 
could feel his balls tighten in her fondling fingers. Her body was trembling 
in readiness for the dog's climax. She urged him on with her clinging mouth, 
trying to draw the cum out with her suction power. Sucking! Chewing! Sucking 
again! Her teeth gnashed. Her tongue slashed across the throbbing cock that 
continually pierced her throat. 

The Doberman howled, his neck straining, the muscles of his body like tight 
cords. His eyeballs rolled loosely in their sockets. He howled again. 

"He's gonna cum! He's gonna cum any minute, Wendy." Darlene's voice floated 
through the room. "He's gonna cum!" 

Stringy lumps of cum gushed out Satan's cock. It flooded Wendy's gulping 
throat. It was happening! She almost creamed. Cock meat stuffed all the way 
down her throat stopped her from screaming her joy. 

Satan yelped. Driven by the compelling urge to cum, his body toiled under 
the disadvantage of being on his side. His muscles rippled. His balls rubbed 
the sheet, pumping foamy doggie jizz up through his long cock shaft and into 
the child's gulping mouth. 

Wendy felt as if she were drowning. Cum, gobs of it, spurted into her 
throat. In a steady pulsing action, the dog's jism gushed down her gullet 
and poured out her nose. It was warm, stringy, thick-hot dog cum. 

"Drink it all!" Darlene squealed deliriously, drooling for a taste. "Don't 
waste any. Ohhh, shit! Don't lose any!" 

It was also Wendy's desire not to lose any of the precious dog cum. 
Adjusting to Satan's demonic pace, she settled into gulping the stringy 
strands of jism. His howls of pleasure, Darlene's squeals of delight, the 
dog's relentless fucking was heaven. Sucking doggie cock was almost as good 
as having it rammed up her pussy. 

Wendy held his churning balls, sucked his cum-spouting prick. She used her 
teeth and hard suction power to urge the dog to more demanding feats. She 
felt the cum flowing out of his cock, into her mouth, over her chin, down 
her neck. 

Satan thrashed on the bed like a floundering fish out of water. Whining, 
whimpering, yapping wildly, Satan couldn't stop fucking Wendy's mouth. His 
head lifted, dropped, lifted only to drop again. His round black eyes 
closed. His stub tail tried curling-couldn't. It just twitched, like the 
rest of his body. 

"Give her every fuckin' drop," Darlene ranted to the dog. She saw the cum 
oozing from Wendy's clinging lips, around the cock shaft. She drooled for 
it, longed for a taste of Satan's jism. 

Wendy sensed the dog was about to finish. Relief and sadness enveloped her. 
She didn't want it to end. She sucked the high-strung Doberman; a yelping 
wail followed. She sucked again; the river of gooey cum trickled down to a 
few quick squirts. While she sucked, she felt his cock begin to shrink 
inside her mouth. 

"Don't swallow it all!" Darlene screeched. She wantd some of his cum. "Save 
some for me!" 

His balls drained, his cock spent, Satan was done. He wailed, jerked, yanked 
his prick out of Wendy's sucking mouth. He jumped off the bed away from 
Wendy, sprawled himself out on the floor and licked his sore prick. 

Darlene swooped down on the stunned child, plastered her mouth to Wendy's 
lips. Plying her tongue in Wendy's mouth, Darlene snatched up the doggie 
jism that lingered there. She sucked out the cum, swirled it around, 
savoring the hot delicious doggie cum. It was the most delicious thing in 
the world to Darlene. 

Wendy and Darlene, hot and trembling, swapped Satan's cum, mouth to mouth, 
tongue touching tongue. Each swallowed some, until there was nothing left. 

"God, that was exciting," Wendy gasped, falling back on the bed. "I loved 
sucking him." 

"I got off just watching," Darlene admitted. "What are you going to do, now 
that you can't find your real parents?" she asked, when they caught their 
breath. 

"I don't know." Depression overcame her. She wished Darlene had never 
brought the subject up. 

"You can stay here with us. We can have a ball, the three of us. Sherry and 
I both like you. The dogs adore you." 

"I want to go home. I miss everybody; but maybe they won't want me back, 
since I've run away." She felt foolish. She had given up the home she loved 
for a folly. 

"I think you're wrong, Wendy. I think your parents love you and want you 
back." 

"You think so?" She was hopeful. 

"I'm sure of it." Darlene took the child's hand. "Sherry and I will drive 
you back to Maple Grove, if you want." 

"No. You might get in trouble. I'm a runaway and only a teenager. The police 
are probably looking for me by now." Wendy's face broke into a happy grin. 
"You can drive me to the bus though." She was cheerful once again-a decision 
was made. She felt better for it. 

Questioningly, Wendy looked at Darlene. "You sure they'll still want me? 
Maybe they'll put me in a home for runaway kids. They're not my real 
parents." Suddenly, it struck her. An overwhelming sense of contentment 
filled her. "Yes they are. They raised me." 

Wendy stood up, grabbed the letter off the nightstand. Her fingers held it 
for the last time, and then she tore it up, sighing with relief. Wendy threw 
the tattered pieces to the floor. She sighed with relief. 

Darlene said: "Why don't you call them? Not to tell them where you are, but 
just to let them know you're coming home. They want you; you'll see." 

"Okay!" Wendy bubbled. She went to the phone and dialed. Her mother's voice 
on the other end almost made her cry. "Mom, it's me." 

"Wendy! Oh God! Are you all right? Where are you? What have you been doing? 
You all right?" 

"Yes, Mom. Can I come home?" Wendy asked hopefully. She didn't care if they 
were mad at her; she would take her punishment. She just wanted to be with 
them again-home. 

"Of course you can come home. Daddy and I will come and get you. Where are 
you?" 

"I'll take a bus, Mom. Meet me?" 

"Yes, baby. We'll be waiting at the station all day. Thank God you called. 
We've been worried sick." 

"I love you, Mommy." 

"I love you, Wendy. So does Daddy." 

Wendy was crying when she hung up. "They want me back! They miss me!" 

"I told you." Darlene smiled and cradled the child in her arms. "Now, we can 
celebrate. We're going to have a going-away party for you. Then, tomorrow, 
we'll drive you to the station." 

Darlene got to her feet. "You know what we'll do? We'll all go out to dinner 
to celebrate. I'll go tell Sherry." Darlene ran out of the bedroom, leaving 
a happy and wiser child alone. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

They staggered into the house, laughing and singing. The wine at dinner had 
made them giddy, silly. The two giant Dobermans met them when they stumbled 
into the living room. 

Wendy spun into a pirouette in the middle of the room, laughing happily. 

"Oooh, shit, I'm going to miss all of you. I've had a ball here. God, until 
I met you two, I thought sex was dirty." She giggled deliriously and dropped 
to her knees, hugging both 

Dobermans. "I love you guys." 

Sherry and Darlene dropped to the couch. They had grown to like Wendy. It 
was going to be hard to forget the sexy little blonde. 

"You don't have to go, you know," Darlene said. 

"Right," Sherry added. "You can stay here with us as long as you like." 

Satan and Angel barked, voicing their affection for Wendy. Caught in the 
moment's excitement, they licked Wendy's face, wagged their stubby tails. 

"I love you all," Wendy said, staggering around the living room. "I know 
once I get home, I won't be able to have fun like this." She giggled. "My 
parents are kinda strict." 

"They should be," Darlene said. "You're a nice girl." 

Sherry said: "When you get home, ask your parents for a dog. You can train 
him to be as good as Angel or Satan." 

"Oh, that would be fantastic!" Wendy cried. "To have my own dog to teach. I 
get all wet just thinking about it." Wendy's eyes were drawn to the oil 
painting of the dog fucking a dreamy eyed woman. "Remember when I first 
stood here? How dumb and scared I was?" 

"We remember," Darlene said. 

"Well, I'm not dumb and scared any more. I've learned a lot in just a few 
days." Wendy's head whirled from the wine. She felt sexy, horny. "I think 
wine makes my pussy tingle." Wendy swayed on her feet, fumbling with the 
buttons of her blouse. "Since you two took me out to dinner tonight, I'll 
repay you with a hot strip. Okay?" 

The two horny women agreed. 

"Better yet," Wendy giggled, "you two give me a show. Since it's my last 
night here, I think it's time you danced for me." Wendy threw her blouse and 
bra at them, then skimmed out of her skirt and panties. Plopping into a 
chair, she spread her legs widely. "I hate wearing clothes." 

The two beautiful women exchanged glances. They stood, swaying drunkenly. 

"Ooooh, shit," Wendy gasped, watching her friends slowly undress. "Now I 
know why you liked it when I stripped for you. I'm creaming." 

Wendy gave her pussy a pat. Angel and Satan came loping over, both squeezing 
between her long legs, each anxious to lick the child's dripping cunt. 

"Mm mm mm," Wendy purred. 

The wine at dinner, and now two long tongues on her drooling cunt were 
exciting her even more. Her eyes found Darlene and Sherry; they were rubbing 
their naked bodies against each other, fondling each other's tits and 
between each other's legs. 

"Let's give Wendy a real special treat," Darlene suggested. 

"Anything at all," Sherry said. 

Both women melted to the floor, arms and legs entangled. Mouths frantically 
kissed, sucked, licked. 

Wendy's pussy was creaming the dogs' tongues. Angel and Satan were trying 
their best not to share Wendy's oozing cunt. Neither succeeded, and Wendy 
reaped the rewards. Both tongues were diligent, overanxious, hot and wet. 
Both dogs struggled to get their tongues all the way inside her pussy. 

Wendy sat there, legs opened widely, humping her cunt at the two Dobermans. 
Spasms racked her nubile body when the two licking tongues slipped inside 
her wet oozing fuck hole. Wendy's hands caressed her own tit flesh, kneading 
the supple meat of her tits, her cunt ramming into the Dobermans' snouts. 

"Eat each other," Wendy squealed to the two writhing women on the floor. 
"Suck each other." Her head reeled in passionate delight. 

"Do sixty-nine. I want to watch." 

Darlene scrambled on top of Sherry, her cunt at her friend's face. Darlene 
shook her large tits at Wendy. "Watch this, baby." 

"Give me your cunt," Sherry howled, gaping at Darlene's black-thatched 
pussy. "Let me suck your beautiful cunt." 

Lowering her cum-oozing pussy, Darlene squashed it against Sherry's gobbling 
mouth. "Oooo, shit, her tongue's reaming me!" Darlene fell forward, burying 
her face between Sherry's lush thighs. Darlene plastered her greedy mouth 
against Sherry's reddish silky pussy. 

Their mouths full of pussy meat, the two horny women sucked, trying to outdo 
each other. 

Wendy was enthralled, mesmerized by the beauty of their naked bodies. Heads 
were buried between long silky legs. Muffled cries of pleasure accompanied 
slurping gurgles. Wendy trembled under the exotic stimuli, the slapping 
dogs' tongues keeping her on a cloud of bliss. 

A quivering orgasm ripped through Wendy's cunt as she watched the two women 
climax on each other's mouth. The noise filled the room, and their thrashing 
bodies were an erotic sight. Wendy creamed both doggie tongues. 

The two women, after twisting and thrusting in orgasm, broke apart, panting, 
gasping for air. Their faces were coated in a frothy white film of cunt 
juice. Their dreamy smiles told the story. 

"Well?" Darlene panted. She looked at Wendy. "What did you think of it?' 

"I came just watching you," Wendy sighed, still humping her oozing cunt at 
the two Dobermans. "God, it was dynamite!" 

The two women looked at each other, then at Wendy. 

"We thought so too," Sherry said. 

As if on cue, the two women crawled over to Wendy, pushed the dogs aside. In 
turn, they licked the teenager's pussy, sharing the delights in murmuring 
pleasure. 

Creaming on their mouths, Wendy twisted and churned in the chair. Her 
clutching fingers scratched at her own sizzling cunt flesh. "Ooooo! Oooo! 
Your tongues are making me hotter!" 

When she lunged up, Wendy's pussy was treated to two greedy and expert 
mouths. Wendy soared; it was all she needed. Her orgasm overtook her in a 
blinding instant. One scream, and she dropped back, floundering, spastic. 
The two women came away from Wendy's shuddering body. With a sudden twist, 
Wendy felt the orgasm leave her. 

"How did you like that?" Darlene asked, grinning widely. 

"Goddamn! It made me crazy." Wendy glanced at the dogs. "I need a cock now." 

"Go get one," Sherry suggested, dropping back on her haunches. "We got two 
great cocks here." 

Wendy went crawling over to the Dober-mans. She pushed them both on their 
sides and began to play with each dog's cock. Deftly, her fingers laced 
around each prick shaft-a cock in each hand. "The first one who gets hard 
fucks me." 

Darlene and Sherry crawled over to watch. The dogs whimpered, docilely lying 
still while Wendy's fingers lazily drifted up and down their cock shafts. 
She fondled each of them between their hairy hind legs. 

"Unnmmm, they feel so good." Wendy's fingers urged the doggie pricks to get 
hard. She was hot and ready. "C'mon, boys, let me see your cocks get nice 
and hard." 

Bending down, Wendy planted a wet kiss on each pointed cock tip. Slowly, 
gradually, the red prick meat began to peek out of the hairy covering. 

"C'mon, doggies. I'm dripping wet for cock. Don't you want to fuck me?" 

The excitement, the sexual atmosphere hung heavily in th room, and the 
Dobermans felt it. They were growing harder, becoming more aroused. Wendy's 
hands were stiffening their pricks. 

Satan's prick jutted out first. The long glistening cock shaft looked like a 
steel pole. He began to fuck his now stiff cock through Wendy's jerking 
fist, whining to blast his burdensome load. 

"Ohhh, noooo," Wendy laughed. "You ain't wasting all your cum in my hand." 
She pulled her fingers away, and Satan whined urgently. 

"How about your asshole?" Sherry suggested, her pink tongue swiping across 
her lips. "Let Satan fuck your virgin ass. I'd love to see that." 

"Yeahhhh," Darlene agreed enthusiatically. "You can't leave here with your 
ass still untouched." 

Wendy was hesitant, but she couldn't resist. "God, it would hurt, wouldn't 
it?" The suggestion sounded exciting and terrifying at the same time. "My 
asshole is too small." 

"Don't be chicken, Wendy," Sherry admonished lighty. "We do it all the time. 
Let the dog fuck your shitter. The first time's the hardest." Sherry was 
dying to watch it. 

Wendy gave the two women a second glance, wary. As she considered it, a 
dreamy lewd smile creased her lips. She giggled, crawled over to the coffee 
table, and sprawled herself out on the smooth surface. Her tits mashed into 
the wood. Her clit was flush with the edge of the table. 

"I'm ready," Wendy said. "Bring Satan over. Get his cock in my asshole 
before I change my mind." Her ass wriggled. 

Sherry led the horny Satan over to Wendy and stroked the child's ass, ran 
her finger down the crack of her creamy ass cheeks. Sherry dipped into the 
warm pool of pussy cream that flowed from the teenager's cunt. She coated 
Wendy's wrinkled asshole with the sticky fuck juice, priming it for Satan's 
stiff prick. 

"You ready, baby?" Sherry asked, licking her lips in anticipation. 

"I'm ready," Wendy gasped, trembling with excitement fear, desire. "Let me 
feel his cock . . . hurry!" 

Sherry patted the child's smooth back. "Up, Satan, Up!" 

Satan leaped. His front paws clung to Wendy's back, his back legs dancing. 
Yelping and jabbing, Satan was quick and careless. After punching the back 
of her thighs with his cock, he found the mark, hitting her cunt lips and 
fucking to the root with one horrendous fuck-lunge. Satan howled, his cock 
firmly planted in Wendy's pussy. He never stopped jabbing. 

"He's in my pussy!" Wendy cried. "Ohhhhh!" 

Sherry lost no time. She reached under, grabbed Satan's meaty cock shaft, 
yanked his prick out of Wendy's cunt, and aimed the spearing tip at the tiny 
puckered ring of Wendy's asshole. "Here he comes!" Sherry warned. 

"Aaayyyyieeee!" Wendy screeched. "Ayieee! It hurtssssss!" The pain seared 
through her ass to her brain. Automatically, she bucked, jerked, attempting 
to rid her ass of Satan's ramming cock. "He's ripping me apart! Aghhhhh!" 

His cock greased with her pussy juice, Satan had no trouble fucking his 
massive doggie cock deep inside Wendy's ass. He howled and she screamed in 
pain. He pounded, and she bucked to get rid of him. His cock ripped into the 
clutching tightness of her ass. His hind legs rubbed the smooth skin of her 
thighs. 

"Jesus Christ!" Wendy cried out loud. "It's a fuckin' enema! Ohhhh . . . 
he's tearing my shitter! Oh, my God!" She was immersed in bliss and pain. 
The two violent sensations battled it out in the depths of her asshole. 

Wendy's fingers clawed the top of the coffee table. The fucking beast on her 
back was driving her clit into the sharp edge. 

"Oohhh! Sherry! Darlene! Heaven!" She struggled, finding the dog's frantic 
pace and fucking along with him. 

"How does it feel?" Sherry sighed. Her mouth watered for the same treatment. 
A crazed expression was on the teenager's face, and Sherry smiled knowingly. 
"Tell us how it feels, Wendy." 

"Unnnnn." Wendy summoned her strength. She hissed in her breath as the dog 
fucked his hard stiff prick into her ass. "Ooooo, soooo . . . good . . . 
sooooo damn fuckin' good . . . " 

Wendy's head was up in the clouds. Her empty pussy pulsed jealously, oozing 
creamy cunt juice. Her asshole, being rammed with doggie cock, clamped 
tightly around Satan's steel-hard cock. 

"My fuckin' clit is hitting the table . . . unnnggghh! It's driving me 
nuts!" 

"Fuck her, Satan! Fuck her blind!" Darlene was stroking the animal's coat, 
swooning as she watched his cock spear Wendy's asshole with each driving 
fuck-lunge. "God, he's fucking you blind, Wendy." Darlene touched his 
plowing prick as it reamed out the child's shitter. "God! He's hard!" 
Darlene touched his swinging balls, felt the heavy cum that was churning 
inside. "God!" 

Satan pranced on his hind legs, twisting. Darlene's fingers annoyed the 
crack of his asshole. He yelped, clutched the screaming teenager with his 
front paws. Satan blanketed Wendy's back, his rough short-haired coat 
rubbing against her smooth flesh. 

Satan fucked hard, his balls swaying beneath him, ready to unload the cum. 
His cock plunged deeper; Wendy's squeals of joy grew louder. Sherry and 
Darlene screamed with the teenager. Satan began to yelp with a shrill sound. 

"I'm gonna cum!" Wendy blurted out. Her clit, raw from the constant friction 
against the table, was about to explode. "Jesus, I'm gonna cummmmm!" 

Wendy's blue eyes grew blank. Spittle dribbled from her parted mouth. Her 
face was expressionless. Blonde hair was splayed out over her perspiring 
beet-red face. She glanced back at Satan, watching him fuck her ass. 

"Cum, you prick! Squirt my fucking ass! Squirt me with your hot cum, you 
doggie prick!" She bucked harder, fucking back at Satan with more 
determination. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Wendy thrashed on the low table. Her plump tits were crushed into the table 
top. Her clit was taking a beating. She didn't know how long she could keep 
her strength. Her ass was being drilled with hard-hitting fuck-thrusts. 

"Squirt me!" Wendy began to shake. She was out of control. Her orgasm 
finally grasped her in its clutches. "I'm cumming!" she howled in bliss. 
"I'm creaming!" 

Her body convulsed in a series of wild contortions. The room spun. Her cunt 
creamed. 

The dog battled the gyrating teenager. He howled, his thick-muscled neck 
stretching. The whites of his eyes were laced with red. His balls erupted, 
spewing a deluge of creamy cum through his jabbing cock. He never stopped 
fucking Wendy's asshole. He never stopped creaming her ass. 

"He's cumming in me!" Wendy screamed at the top of her lung. "He's creaming 
my ass! God, it feels good!" She caught his rhythm again, slammed back into 
his hairy groin. She was driven forward into the table by his ass-cramming 
thrusts. Her clit was being mashed into the table. Her pussy contracted and 
oozed more cream, jealous for the cock that plundered her asshole. Wendy 
churned, twisted and bucked. 

Darlene's hands held the dog's swinging balls, kneaded them gently, urging 
every hot thick drop of gooey cum to come out. 

Sherry's hand tQuched the empty crack of Wendy's climaxing cunt. Coating her 
finger in the teenager's milky cunt cream, Sherry delved inside then licked 
her finger. She returned to Wendy's cunt again and again as the dog and 
Wendy climaxed together. 

Pounding her tiny fists on the table, Wendy climaxed in glorious fury. 
Another orgasm tore through her pussy while her clit was being smashed into 
the table's edge. Satan kept squirting his hot cum into her ass. She 
screamed, contorted in agonizing pleasure and battled to keep from losing 
consciousness. 

Satan raised his head from Wendy's back, his body shaking and jerking, the 
muscles under his shiny black coat rippling with power. His back legs danced 
as his tight rump slammed his prick feverishly into the child's ass. 

Satan let out a yelping cry; Darlene's rough handling of his balls agitated 
him. One last time, he fucked hard into Wendy's ass, emptying his balls in 
one final squirt. Wrenching free, he ran over to the couch to soothe his 
shrinking prick. 

Wendy collapsed, but Sherry and Darlene had just begun. They brought Angel 
over and helped him to mount Wendy from behind. The two women clapped in a 
cadence as the dog fucked Wendy's cunt until he squirted his cum-load. 

With both dogs sated, the two women greedily ate at Wendy's cum-drenched 
fuck holes until she was bone dry. 

They slept until dawn. 

* * * 

Wendy sat on the bus. She looked out the window at the scenery whizzing by. 
She was going home. Her heart thumped. She was excited, afraid, happy. It 
seemed so long ago that she had stood on this same highway, going the other 
way. She felt older, wiser, more sure of herself . . . 

The bus pulled to a stop at the station. Wendy gulped as the doors hissed 
open. She sat quietly, waiting until everyone else left the bus. She was 
afraid to confront her parents. 

Once everyone was off the bus, Wendy had no choice. She eased out of her 
seat and walked to the front of the bus, her heart pounding. 

Outside, she glanced around for her parents. A moment of panic. Suppose they 
didn't come? Her fears were quickly alleviated when she heard the sound of 
her mother's soft voice. 

"Wendy!" Mrs. Michaels cried, running to her daughter with open arms. She 
threw her arms around Wendy, hugged her tightly. "Why . . .oh . . . why?" 
She cried openly, clutching Wendy as tightly as she could, not wanting to 
let her go. 

Gordon Michaels quickly approached. His face beamed with happiness at the 
sight of his daughter. He swept Wendy into his arms the second his wife 
relinquished her. 

"Baby! Baby! You should have talked to us." In his exuberance, he raised 
Wendy off her feet, spinning around as he held her. 

Wendy felt wonderful. They loved her! "I thought-" she began, when her 
father gently put her down -"I thought it would be good to see my real 
parents. I know now it was stupid. You are my real parents. The others 
aren't important." 

Wendy sat in the back of the car, staring out the window, glad to be home 
again. She swallowed before asking her question. "Can I have a pet?" 

"What kind, baby?" Gordon asked, glancing back at his daughter from behind 
the wheel. 

"A dog." She knew she was blushing, but she couldn't stop herself. "A 
Dalmatian, Daddy. I've always liked them." She bit her lip to keep from 
giggling. 

"First thing tomorrow, we'll get you a Dalmatian," Gordon promised. "The 
three of us will go to that pet store, and you'll have your dog." 

"Ohhhh, thank you . . . thank you . . . " She settled down, excited, happy 
about her new dog and all the things they would do together. Her cunt 
tingled in expectation. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Wendy came into the living room, smiling happily at her mother and father. 
It had been two weeks since they had picked her up at the bus station in 
Maple Grove. Both were understanding, forgiving, loving. They were truly her 
parents. The others-she didn't care any more. They had given her up a long 
time ago. 

"You two enjoy yourselves tonight," Wendy told them, walking them to the 
door. 

"Are you sure you'll be all right?" her mother asked. "We don't have to go 
out." 

"Awwww, Mom," Wendy said, "you two haven't been out since I came home. 
Besides, Pepper will take care of me. Won'tcha, Pepper?" Wendy bent down and 
scratched the gangling dog's head behind a floppy ear. 

Pepper, a large Dalmatian, barked happily and wagged his long thin tail at 
his new mistress. 

"C'mon, Marge. Wendy will be all right." 

Gordon hugged his daughter, glad to have her back home. It had seemed like a 
nightmare when she had run away. He was glad it was over. 

"Well, all right," Marge said, giving in. She kissed Wendy on the cheek. 
"Don't stay up too late." 

"I won't, Mommy." Wendy went over to her father and kissed him good-bye. 
"Have fun, you two." 

Gordon opened the front door and glanced down at the Dalmatian. "You take 
care of our little girl, Pepper. She's special." 

Pepper barked at him as if he understood. 

"He will," Wendy assured them. She was anxious for them to leave, so she 
could begin her lessons with Pepper. "We'll be fine. I'm going straight to 
my room and read. Pepper will be with me." 

After more hugging and Wendy reassuring them that she would be all right, 
they left. With a sigh of relief, Wendy waved to them by the door, until 
they drove out of sight. 

"Whewwww," she sighed, closing the front door. "I thought they'd never 
leave." 

The dog barked and leaped up on his young mistress, his large front paws 
landing on her plump tits. 

"You're learning already," laughed Wendy, "and we haven't had much 
practice." 

Last night, her father had almost caught Pepper's snout between Wendy's 
legs. They had been lucky; the only thing that saved Pepper and her was her 
father's respect for her privacy-he had knocked first before entering her 
bedroom. 

As Wendy bounded up the stairs, the Dalmatian played at her heels. "We won't 
have any interruptions this time, boy. Just you and me; it'll be great! With 
Mom and Dad out tonight, I can scream and holler all I want." 

When they reached the bedroom, Wendy locked the door, not about to take any 
chances, just in case her parents came home unexpectedly. She turned to her 
pet who was sitting patiently and watching her, his tail brushing the nap of 
the carpet. 

Wendy petted the top of his black-spotted head. "Tonight, Pepper, we'll see 
how much you've learned." Her knees weakened at the thought. It seemed like 
an eternity since Satan and Angel had fucked their cocks into her syrupy 
pussy. "Tonight, Pepper, we're going to do everything." She swooned, 
thinking about it. 

After going to the closet mirror, she scrutinized herself. She looked the 
same. The innocence was still there, but behind the innocent appearance 
lurked a deep passion. It shone in her soft blue eyes. 

A childish giggle came from her parted lips as she popped open the buttons 
of her blouse. "You should have seen me, Pepper. I used to be such a chicken 
shit. I was afraid to do anything." 

The dog wagged his thin tail, snuggled his head against her leg. His butt 
squirmed on the floor, and he barked, anticipating another night with his 
horny young mistress. 

Wendy shed her blouse and bra, then admired herself from the waist up. Her 
hands skimmed up her rib cage, then she massaged her small rounded tits. 

Excited and horny himself, the Dalmatian jumped up on Wendy, his paws on her 
shoulders. Slapping his tongue over her face, he whimpered. His cock stuck 
out long and thick. His balls swayed while he pranced on his hind legs. 

"No, no, no!" Wendy admonished, pushing him off. "Sit." 

Pepper obeyed, but whined his disapproval. He had grown accustomed to her 
loving attentions at night. Only tonight, he was hornier than usual. He 
remained seated, peering up at his young mistress with pleading brown eyes. 

"Good, boy." Wendy gave him an affectionate pat on the head. "Be patient, my 
handsome pet." 

Wendy eased down the zipper of her jeans and pushed them over her flared 
childlike hips. The jeans dropped-a puddle of denim at her feet. Wendy 
stepped out of them, with her hips and tight ass wrapped in pink bikini 
panties. 

"Now, you take them off me, Pepper," she sighed. Her breathing came in short 
shallow rasps. She was hot as hell. "Do it easy, and don't rip them. If you 
do, I won't let you fuck me." She realized that she could never carry out 
the threat; talking like that just added to the fun. Pepper couldn't 
understand, anyway. Wendy looked at him, craving his hard doggie cock. "Do 
it, Pepper." 

Pepper barked when he heard his name, and as he had been taught by his young 
mistress, he latched his teeth into the elastic waistband of her panties. 
Gently, he tugged it down her long legs. 

Wendy creamed as her pet dog exposed the blonde patch of silken pussy hair 
that seemed to have grown thicker during the past two weeks. "Oooooo, 
Pepper!" 

Using his paws and teeth, the dog was finally able to pull her panties down 
to her knees. Once this had been accomplished, the rest was easy. With his 
paw, he pushed. The wispy pair of panties fell to Wendy's ankles. Pepper 
glanced up for his mistress's approval, his tongue hanging out of his 
panting mouth. 

"You're a good boy," Wendy praised, scratching him playfully behind an ear. 
"Good, boy." She got down on the floor and cradled his large head in her 
hands. Gazing into his gentle brown eyes, she placed her mouth to his, 
parted her lips, flicked out her tongue. 

Pepper whined. His tongue, bluish-red and slippery with spit, darted from 
his mouth into Wendy's. It snaked into her throat, then out over her lips, 
back into her mouth again. 

Wendy sucked on his tongue, swooning, her eyes closed. She shivered with 
delight when his tongue plunged deep into her gullet. She dropped back on 
the floor, spread her legs, reached for the hot dogs on the nightstand. 

"C'mon, boy, eat it out of my pussy." She stroked the thick oversized hot 
dog between the folds of her gooey pussy, coating it in a film of frothy 
pussy cream. "Unnnmmm," 

Pepper's tongue slapped hungrily over his jowls. Spittle drooled. His eyes 
locked on the thick piece of hot dog that he knew he would get to eat soon. 

Wendy shuddered, plunging the hot dog all the way into the soft squishy 
depths of her cunt. "Ooooooo, shit, it feels soooo good, Pepper." Her mind 
was reeling; soon Pepper's cock would be there. Slipping the juice-coated 
hot dog out of her pussy, she held it at her pet's mouth. "Here, boy, eat 
it." 

Pepper barked his thanks and devoured the hot dog that glistened with pussy 
juice with just two hungry bites. He swiped his tongue over his chops 
afterward and waited for more. 

Watching herself in the closet mirror, she took another hot dog and fucked 
it deep in her pussy again. Her body grew limp, and she fell back on the 
floor, writhing in joyous agony. 

"Eat it, Pepper. Eat the hot dog out of my pussy!" Wendy forced herself not 
to move, trembling inside. Her pussy clung to the buried hot dog as if it 
were a stiff cock. "Eat it, Pepper. I creamed all over it." 

Pepper quickly moved between Wendy's outstretched legs. The delicious scent 
of the hot dog and the teenager's oozing pussy flared his nostrils. He was 
used to the strange concoction and was becoming addicted to it. The horny 
Dalmation squirmed close to Wendy's drooling pussy, his eyes on the hot dog 
sticking out between her gooey cunt lips. He snorted, twisted his head, used 
his front teeth on the tip of the hot dog. Squirming, shaking his head, he 
set about pulling the hot dog out of Wendy's cunt hole. 

Wendy went wild. The dog's cold nose and active teeth on her cunt were 
driving her crazy. Her bare ass writhed on the rug; her tiny hands balled 
into fists. 

Pepper had bitten off a piece of the protruding hot dog twice and was still 
trying to dislodge the long piece of meat from Wendy's gripping cunt. The 
hot dog wouldn't budge easily; Pepper tried harder. He nuzzled his snout 
between Wendy's squishy cunt lips, snipped off another piece of hot dog with 
his teeth. He wanted more-all of it. He could see it peaking out of the pink 
oozing slit of Wendy's hot pussy. He tried again, but Wendy's cunt gripped 
the hot dog tightly. 

Wendy's head twisted, and she saw herself in the mirror, Pepper between her 
parted legs, his head buried between her thighs. She noticed the unbridled 
lust on her face and the drool trickling out of her mouth. Her blue eyes 
rolled, then focused once again on her reflection. 

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Her ass humped and rubbed the carpet, her soft ass cheeks 
thumping up and down. "Ooooo, Pepper! Get all of it!" She used her cunt 
muscles and pushed some of the hot dog from her pussy. "Ooooo, God!" 

Pepper immediately snagged the hot dog with his teeth. He bit it, chomped 
greedily on the cream-coated meat. His nibbling front teeth locked around 
the protruding hot dog that was slowly emerging from Wendy's pussy. He 
managed to pull out the last remaining piece and gobble it into his mouth. 
He sat up and barked for more. 

Exasperated, Wendy sat up. "No, you're supposed to keep licking me," she 
wailed in frustration. "Lick me!" 

She twisted on the floor, her fingers fucked deep inside her cunt. Wriggling 
on the floor, she finger-fucked herself in front of her dog, humping her ass 
at the same time. After a brief moment, her fingers came out of her cunt. 

"See, your tongue is supposed to go in there." She spread her pussy lips and 
showed Pepper the gash of her empty cunt. "Lick me! Pepper, lick my cunt!" 

When he didn't respond, she ran her fingers into her pussy and scooped out 
gobs of pussy cream. She brought her wet fingers to her mouth and licked the 
delicious cunt nectar off. 

"Mmmmmm, tastes good. Want some?" she asked her dog. 

Pepper barked for more hot dogs. He straddled his young mistress, licked her 
face. 

"No, you bad dog. You have to lick me." She scooped more cream out of her 
cunt with her fingers and rubbed the gooey sauce over Pepper's snout. 
"You're supposed to lick this out of my pussy." 

Pepper licked Wendy's offered fingers. 

"Damn, I wish you were Satan or Angel." She twisted and churned beneath her 
dog. "God, how long will it take?" She was shaking-hot, excited, anxious. 
"Oh, Pepper, why don't you lick me?" She caressed his head, smoothing her 
hands down his short-haired coat. "Please, lick my pussy. I'm so hot!" 

The dog barked again. This time he wanted Wendy to play with him. His long 
prick was coming out of its sheath. 

"No, Pepper," Wendy said, seeing his cock begin to grow. "I don't play with 
you until you do what I say." She was determined to teach him. "You're gonna 
eat my pussy until I cum this time." 

The dog dropped beside his mattress, lying on his side, whining for her to 
play with his prick as she had done every night since he became her pet. 

"No more, until you learn." She touched his cock. A hot shiver shot up her 
arm, and she almost succumbed. The heat of his cock seared her fingers, and 
her eyes were on the red meat of his prick. She looked at the dog's cock 
longingly. 

"You eat me," she told him, "and I'll eat you." She wished he could 
understand. "Damn." 

Wendy got to her knees and grabbed another hot dog. She placed her head on 
the bed and rubbed the meat through the fiery gash of her pussy. Soaking the 
hot dog in cunt juice, Wendy whimpered in ecstasy, forcing the meat into her 
ass after the hot dog was dripping in cunt ooze. Her ass was now stuffed 
with the hot dog. Taking another one off the nightstand, Wendy crammed it 
into her pussy. Both fuck holes were now crammed with meat. 

"Ohhh, God, I'm going out of my mind." She grabbed Pepper's collar. 

Pepper whined and scrambled to his feet. 

Her pussy and ass were gripping each hot dog. She needed relief, needed 
Pepper's cock. She straddled him, rubbed her pussy into his smooth speckled 
coat. She moaned, her head in the clouds, her body quivering. Her 
blood-engorged clit scraped into the short hair of his fur. Heavenly spasms 
ripped through her pussy, up her spine, and burst at the base of her skull 
like tiny explosions. 

"Pepper! Ohhhh, God!" She was happy; she was going to cum. "I'm in heaven!" 
Wendy squealed her joy out loud, knowing no one could hear. "Heaven!" 

Her body contorted on her docile pet, and she ground her clit into his 
spotted back, creaming his fur. Her pussy pulsed with practiced pulsations, 
the spongy cunt muscles twitching in agony. The juices from deep within her 
pussy flowed freely over the buried hot dog. Wendy pretended they were 
cocks, instead of limp pieces of meat, that were lodged in her pussy and 
ass. 

"Ohhhh, fuckin' Christ!" 

The dog whined, but remained still, his tail curling between his legs. He 
sensed his mistress's agitation. He wanted to please her. His head snapped 
around, and he tried licking her body. His cock was growing, along with his 
desire to be played with. 

Wendy rocked, her tits bouncing freely, the nipples stiff. Her blue eyes 
rolled; the room began to spin. An orgasm seized her, but she tumbled off 
the dog's back, twitching in ecstasy, falling to the floor. She leaned 
against the bed. 

"Oh, God! What am I going to do?" She writhed; both her holes were still 
crammed with hot dogs. 

Pepper was agitated and hot. He attacked his turned-on mistress, devoured 
the hot dog that was lodged in her cunt while she squirmed on the floor in 
torment. After swallowing it down, he went after the hot dog in her ass. 

With both pieces of meat gone, Pepper fell to his belly and began to chew 
the puffy lips of Wendy's cunt. He could still smell the scent of hot dog 
there. 

Wendy screamed, twisted and churned. Orgasms tore through her body. "Pepper! 
Oh, Pepper!" She was in bliss! Her dog was licking and chewing her cunt. 
"Oh, Pepper, You're wonderful!" 

He nipped the child's clit, thinking it was a last remnant of his favorite 
treat-the hot dog. The scent of the meat had lingered, and it was all over 
Wendy's cunt. His tongue wormed its way into the hot steaming depths of the 
teenager's pulsing cunt hole, searching for more hot dogs. 

Wendy jammed her cunt into his digging snout. She turned her head and 
watched in the mirror. It was fantastic! 

Pepper kept searching and chewing. His long cock rubbed the carpet, the 
friction turning him into a frenzied beast. He growled, humping his rump, 
scraping his prick against the rug. His untiring tongue dined on the meaty 
folds of Wendy's hot fiery pussy. 

Wendy rocked on her ass, humped her cunt on the dog's nuzzling snout in her 
pussy. "I feel your tongue! I feel your tongue!" Her eyes dilated-the blue 
color pale. Black pupils swam in a sea of white. "Agggghhhhhhh!" Wendy's 
hands clawed her own sizzling tit flesh. She mauled the aching flesh of her 
tits and pinched the had tips of her swollen nipples. "Agh, Pepper, you're 
good!" 

Pepper chewed and licked ravenously. Hot buttery pussy cream drenched his 
face. He fucked his tongue deep into her tight gripping pussy, lapped at the 
cushiony cunt walls that throbbing against him. Warm pussy juice flooded his 
mouth, nose and tongue. 

Wendy grabbed the beast by the head and fucked her cunt maniacally into his 
nuzzling snout. Bliss bombarded her. His tongue entered her pussy. Her cunt 
oozed a bubbly froth over her dog's active snout. 

"Ooooo, Pepper! I'm cumming! Cumming on your tongue and mouth!" 

Orgasms racked her young body, devastating her. She thrashed on the dog, 
holding him tight, fucking her cunt into his face. She trembled at the peak. 
Orgasms soared through her quaking body. They grew stronger. She screamed, a 
shrill noise that would have brought her parents on the run to investigate, 
if they had been home. 

Drowning in an ocean of pussy cum, Pepper struggled against the hands around 
his head. Twisting, he broke free from Wendy's grip. 

"Nooooo!" she shrieked. 

Deprived of his mouth, teeth, and snaking tongue, she hovered at the edge of 
her climax. The orgasms that seized her a few moments ago hadn't satisfied 
the burning fuck-lust that plagued her. She began to sob and twitch, needed 
to cum more. 

The dog, his cock thick and throbbing, also needed relief. Pepper acted on 
instinct and from what Wendy had taught him. He leaped, planting his front 
paws on the bed, his hind legs straddling Wendy's body on the floor. He 
jabbed forward, his cock skewering her open mouth. Driving forward, he 
fucked her face with a volley of lightning-fast stabs. 

Wendy's head snapped back just as Pepper's cock fucked into her throat. She 
choked and gagged. Her fingers clawed his sleek spotted flanks. Her eyes 
popped, and she struggled, but was unable to battle her way to freedom. The 
dog was stronger. 

Pepper, spurred on by his animal lust, won the struggle. He slam-fucked his 
young mistress's mouth. His hairy balls whacked her wet chin. He yelped, his 
prick swelling, ready to burst. 

Wendy snapped herself out of her panic. She sucked on the doggie cock, 
drawing in her cheeks for more suction power. She stroked his flanks, where 
seconds ago she had been clawing for freedom. Her hands skimmed under his 
body, and she touched his hairy thighs, heavy balls, thick-skinned sheath, 
and the slippery cock that fucked her throat. 

Pepper yelped when her fingers surrounded his swinging balls. Powerful legs 
held him steady as he drove his hulking pointed prick to the balls in his 
mistress's mouth. 

Wendy sucked in response, then gnashed her teeth along the bulky length of 
his red glistening prick. Her fingers scratched around his body to his 
jerking rump. As he pounded her face, she fingered his ass, urging him to a 
faster tempo, more demanding fuck-thrusts. 

Her heart pounded in her ears. Always before, her dog had been lying on his 
side when she sucked him off. Now, he was fucking her face, because he 
wanted it. He was the aggressor. She reveled in it. Her mouth became a 
vacuum, sucking with more power, more suction. Her fingers jabbed into the 
dog's asshole, plunging deep, fucking his ass with the same force and 
determination that he fucked her face. 

Yelping and howling, his neck stretching, his prick fucked deep in Wendy's 
throat. Pepper unloaded his jism. Hot gushing cum spouted from his prick. 
Stringy strands of cum splattered the back of Wendy's throat. The dog cum 
oozed down her gullet with ease. 

Wendy drank the hot jizz as fast as it spurted from Pepper's prick. Her 
cheeks flooded with the doggie jism, but she handled it, swallowing every 
savory ounce. 

Pepper fucked harder, faster. Wendy felt as if her body were being consumed 
in fire. He yelped, his tail tucked between his prancing hind legs. He 
appeared to be performing a sexual ritual-his hind legs stamping the floor 
alternately. His onyx eyes rolled lazily in his head, the whites showing. 
His glistening teeth flashed when he growled. Hot cum continually spewed 
from his jabbing cock. 

The sheer strength of the beast overwhelmed Wendy. She thought she was going 
to drown in his cum that streamed down her throat. She sucked his 
purplish-red cock shaft, then drank the fiery dog cum down as fast as he 
squirted it. She wanted more. Her fingers, deep in his ass, twisted. She 
heard his woeful howls as he fucked her mouth faster and drilled deeper. 
More cum squirted down her gullet. 

She gulped his jism down. It was coming too fast. Cum gushed from her 
clinging lips around his jerking prick shaft. It choked her, gagged her. 
Twisting her fingers in her dog's ass, Wendy sunk her teeth into his fucking 
cock. Her face was turning purple; she was gagging, suffocating on his 
bloated cock, drowning on his spraying cum. 

With a powerful fuck-lunge, Pepper drove the young teenager back. His cock 
kept pouring cum into her mouth. It was his last fuck-lunge. Jabbing free of 
her clinging mouth and digging fingers, he barked, dropped to the floor 
between his mistress's legs, and licked the head of his dripping prick. 

Wendy looked at him from glassy eyes. Cum oozed from her nose and mouth. She 
swallowed what still remained in her mouth and sighed. Then she staggered 
over to the door, unlocked it, and staggered back to bed. 

* * * 

The door to Wendy's bedroom opened. A dim light from the hall streamed in. 
Her parents looked in, beaming proudly. Wendy was in bed sleeping, Pepper 
curled up next to her. 

"She's a wonderful child," Marge said happily. 

"The best," Gordon agreed. "Getting the dog for her has helped her to think 
of other things besides being adopted. We're lucky to have her." 

They closed the door. Once again, Wendy's room was in darkness. 

Her eyes blinking open, Wendy hugged her dog affectionately. "We're the 
lucky ones, Pepper." 

She gave Pepper another hug. When she fell asleep, a smile graced her 
innocent features. 


THE END
