DOG-LICKED MOM
By Paul Gable


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the
girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Ellen Warner is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her
a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for
the proper stimulus to arouse it.
DOG-LICKED MOM – a fictional story about a restless society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Ohhhh, Kathy, he's so... so dreamy!" Anna Granger whispered. She was sitting on her
bed, her knees tugged up to her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs.
"I don't think he's so great," Kathy Warner sniffed, rubbing her chin against one
shoulder. "He's just a big show-off, wanting girls to notice him."
"Maybe," Anna said, shrugging. She smoothed her fingers along her naked thighs.
Anna and Kathy had just come in from the back yard pool and dried off in the kitchen.
Padding over the tiled floor, the two teenaged girls went to Anna's bedroom, carefully
locking the door. The talk, as always, centered around boys – and especially around
Keith Morris, chief fullback of the high school team. "But when we're back in school
this fall, I'm gonna see if he'll... if... he'll fuck me!"
"Anna Granger!" Kathy sat bolt upright in the bed, her eyes wide with surprise.
They had talked about guys, about how they were built, even about the stupid stuff they
were supposed to be learning in sex education class. But this... this was going a little far!
Just talking about doing things with guys was one thing, especially when they talked
about it in general. But when Anna mentioned Keith's name, Kathy felt a flash of
something between excitement and jealousy shoot through her body. She smoothed her
fingers over her thighs, self-consciously checking the skimpy bottoms of her bikini.
"What's so wrong about thinking about it, anyway?" Anna said, flashing her friend a
questioning look. "We've been best friends since elementary school. I've told you
everything. Why shouldn't I tell you this?" The girl raised one thin brown eyebrow.
"It's just that it seems so weird! I mean... we talked about guys and all that, but really
doing it..." Kathy felt a little giddy, out of tune with her brunette friend. With this kind
of talk, the girl wasn't sure she even knew her friend well now.
"It's been on my mind a lot," Anna confessed. "And don't tell me it hasn't been on
yours. Oooooo, just thinking about him, about the way he looks, makes me hot!"
"Anna!" the young blonde exclaimed.
The brunette was sliding down the bed, tugging at her light-blue bikini bottoms.
Kathy watched with growing horror as the small piece of material slipped over Anna's
narrow hips, leaving small red band marks where the elastic had pressed against her
flesh. Kathy was blushing violently. Her heart was beating hard when she saw her
friend peel those briefs down over her knees, then kick them off her ankles. She could
see her best friend's nipples pressing up against the silky material of the bikini tops.
Anna was aroused, as aroused as she was sometimes when alone at night in bed. Oh
yes, then she would think about Keith, and sometimes about other boys, faceless boys
who wanted to touch her all over.
"You ever touch yourself?" Anna asked, turning her head around and giving her friend
a dreamy but wicked look.
"Sure, sometimes," Kathy answered hesitantly, not sure whether she should leave the
room and go home or stay and watch.
"Bet you don't really know what to do... I mean, how to really get off. You think about
guys in bed?" Anna asked, her voice growing strangely sultry.
"Sometimes," Kathy answered, feeling her throat tightening as she watched her friend
probing in the fur around her cunt.
"Then come on. It's lots more fun, I bet, when two people are fooling around."
Kathy bit her lower lip, unsure of what she was getting into. Anna was always the more
daring one, the one who got into trouble in school, who raised the devil with her
teachers – but Anna was always there to give Kathy help when she needed it. It was
Anna who helped her through the bad times when her father had left her mother three
years before. It was Anna who listened to her stories about loneliness, about the
communication problems she had with her mother.
But this... this was something else, something she had never thought of. Sex... sex with
Anna, even if they were in separate beds and not even touching one another.
There was a sticky little sound as Anna's outer cuntlips came open. She wallowed her
shoulders against the pillow, rubbing her naked legs over the sheets. There were all
sorts of strange sounds coming from Anna's mouth, sounds that excited the blonde
teenager as well as making her uncomfortable. Again she thought about leaving, but felt
herself riveted to the bed. Nothing, nothing at the poolside had indicated things would
come to this.
"Come on, why don't you try it? We can think about Keith together. I'll bet he's got...
what do you think, eight inches?"
"Eight inches?"
Kathy swallowed hard. That was too big, too much cock to be on a man. Something
like that belonged between a donkey's legs or something. But Keith... no, Anna was just
fantasizing, thinking about something erotic enough to make her finger-fucking that
much more exciting.
"Come on, come on! Take off your bottoms and touch yourself!" Anna urged.
Kathy hesitated again, her hands at her sides. Her fingers were touching the still-wet
bottoms, pulling at the silky patch covering her cunt. She was hot – hot and excited
down there, all right. Just thinking about that big hunk made her heart contract, her
chest tighten, her mouth grow as dry as cotton. And with Anna there finger-fucking
herself, rubbing her hands over her pussy while breathing hard and talking about Keith,
Kathy couldn't control herself. It was as if something powerful and dark were guiding
her, moving her fingers, tightening them around the elastic band, working the suit
down, down over her boyish hips, over her knees, finally over her ankles.
"It's... it's so wrong," Kathy found herself whispering, wadding her bottoms in a ball,
then placing them to one side of her body.
"Ohhhh, wow! When I touch myself like this and think about guys, I get all kinda
swarmy inside," Anna panted.
Kathy rolled over on her side, resting her head on one elbow and watching her friend's
gyrations. Anna was shameless! Nothing fazed her, not even having someone right
there watching her finger-fuck her pussy while her mother was right outside gardening!
"I'll bet he's got lots of girlfriends too... all those damned girls on the cheerleading
team," Anna groaned, her ass bouncing over the mattress.
"Yeah," Kathy gasped.
She could see she was different from her friend. Her cunt was pinker, like the inside of
a seashell. It was pink and soppy wet, even wetter than Anna looked now.
Anna was fingering the tiny nub of flesh at the top of her cuntlips. She sighed, then
blinked open her eyes and looked over to her friend.
"That's my clit, see?"
It sounded so clinical, just as if she were having some kind of hospital examination.
Again the blonde teen felt herself blushing. How had she gotten into something like
this? They had been talking about Keith, and now they were doing... doing this!
"Anna... don't... I... "
"Come on, Kathy, grow up," her friend said impatiently.
"What?"
"Lots of women do this kinda thing, especially when they're hot and they have to have
some relief. You know, kinda like a headache."
The thought made both girls giggle.
"A... a headache?" Kathy said, covering her mouth with one hand, then realizing it was
the hand that had been resting on her pussy. She could smell that pungent aroma of
her aroused cunt, and that aroma made her shiver with excitement.
"Sure. My mom takes aspirin for it. I've got something better," Anna said, flashing her
a dreamy smile, then rolling back on her ass and hiking up her knees.
She was making fucking motions. Oh yes, yes, that's what they were! Kathy watched as
Anna tensed her hips and ass, and moved her body up and down as if some guy were
on top of her, fucking her!
Kathy watched with amazement. Her best friend was going out of control, out of her
mind, right there in front of her. The blonde teenager could see Anna had done this
many more times than she.
"Ohhhhh, it feels soooo good when I touch that thing down there," Anna whispered,
her lower lips trembling while goose bumps broke out all over her flesh. "And it gets
bigger when I touch it. Freaky, huh?"
Anna panted, her fingers rubbing back and forth, back and forth over her cuntal
mound.
"Yeah... "
"Bet it'd really get hot and big if some guy were to have his... his cock inside there,"
Anna groaned, drawing her knees together at the mention of that deliciously forbidden
word cock.
Kathy rolled on her back, still eyeing her friend as she drew her hands over her pussy
mound. Anna was hunching now, curling her fingers, moving her fingers up and down
her pussy. Gingerly, Kathy tried doing the same thing, prying her cunt slit open. She
could tell that pink bump of hers was swimming in a flood of juice! It had been all that
talk, all that damned talk about Keith Morris, about how it would feel to get fucked by
him.
"Ohhhhh..." It was Kathy groaning this time, putting her finger down, touching the
tiny nub. A small electric-like shock cut through her legs. She sucked in a shuddering
breath, working her shoulder blades against the bed as she licked her lower lip. She felt
it was wrong, very very wrong to be doing something like this. But something was
pushing her on, telling her to go further. Again she glanced at her friend Anna who
was much further along the path toward climax than she.
"And then... and then maybe I'd even suck his cock... you know, Kathy, suck...
uhhhhhhh..." This was going too far! Anna was saying things she would be sorry for
later. Kathy knew that! Sucking cock! That was something so weird, so unthinkable –
she wasn't going to even think of it again!
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Doesn't touching yourself feel far out?"
"Yeaaahhhhh..." Kathy was surprised at the shaky sound of her voice.
"Sometimes I squirt a little baby oil on it, you know?"
"Baby oil?"
"Yeah. Then I work it around in circles with a couple of fingers at the same time. Both
hands, when I really want to get hot. Jesus!" Anna groaned, beating the backs of her
legs against the bed. "Just talkin' about it makes me want to do it again!"
"Anna!"
The perky brunette was back off in her own world again, sighing while fucking in two
fingers between her swollen cuntlips. Kathy sighed, smelling the scent of her body, that
pungent muskiness that came up from between her thighs.
"Aren't you afraid your mom's gonna find out?" Kathy asked, eyeing the closed door
nervously.
"It's locked. And besides, nobody in this house comes barging into a room without
knocking. Don't you have the same thing going in your house?"
"I... I think so," Kathy said, unsure of herself.
She had never caught her mother going through her things. But there were times when
the young girl suspected her mother of listening in on her phone calls, perhaps even
secretly going through her diary when she wasn't at home. It was silly. She was
probably wrong. But that nagging suspicion that her own mother was spying on her
made things somewhat uneasy at home.
"Well, we have it here. You know," she said, pausing for a bit, "talking about that baby
oil got me all hot. I'm gonna do it. You want to try it?" Anna got up, swinging her long
legs off the bed and starting to walk toward the dresser.
"No, no!" Kathy said hastily, covering her pussy with one hand while stroking her
white thighs with the other.
"Suit yourself," Anna said, shrugging as she pulled a small plastic bottle from the center
drawer and padded back to her bed.
"Anna, do you think we should be doing this now? I mean... it's just so... so weird!"
"Weird for you," the brunette said, turning her head and smiling wickedly at her friend.
"But I'm used to doing it. I like it, like the way it makes me feel."
"What do you mean?" Kathy asked, her eyes moving down to her friend's swollen cunt.
Anna had shaken some of the clear oil from the bottle and was rubbing it over her
fuzzy cuntlips. Oh, how that sight of her friend doing that turned her on! As shameless
and wanton as it was, it made her so hot, so very very hot and wet and tight down
there!
"I feel warm and dreamy when I do it. I usually stick a pillow between my legs then
drift right off. My mom doesn't know a thing."
Kathy watched as her friend pranced her ass around for a while before she lay down
again. There was a strained, almost pained feeling in Anna's voice. But Kathy knew her
friend wasn't feeling pain. Oh no, no, it was the same thing she'd felt many times
before. But now, watching her friend pumping her ass up and down jerkily, it seemed
more intense, more concentrated somehow. Kathy shivered, feeling sweat trickling
down her sides.
"Uhhhhh... you oughta try it... the oil, I mean," Anna said.
"No, I... "
"Oh God, it's really wild, Kathy... uhhhhhh!"
Anna was crazy! She had to be crazy, doing something like this with her mother right
outside. Kathy swung her legs over the side of the twin bed and rushed to the window.
Pushing aside the blinds Anna had drawn earlier, she saw her friend's mother chatting
with a friend across the street. No, there could be no way Mrs. Granger could hear her
daughter.
"It's... it's so strange being here with you and watching you do that," Kathy said,
folding her arms over her tits and watching Anna wriggle and squirm on the bed.
"Ohhhhh!"
Could she hear her? Was Anna in some other world unknown to her? Kathy didn't
know. She noticed her friend had spread her legs apart more. She was using her middle
finger now. Kathy noticed the girl was stopping each time to give a lingering tickle to
her clit. As far as Kathy could tell, there was no hint of the opening of Anna's cunt.
Even with her thighs well apart like that, her pussy looked like a soft stretch of seamless
cuntal flesh.
"Ohhhhhhh... God, God, could I fuck Keith now! Even that wimpy little snot Bobby
Wingendfeld... could I ever!"
"Ohhhhh Anna!"
Kathy walked back to the other bed, sitting on the edge. In a moment she found herself
lying back like her friend, her spine pressed against the headboard, her toes curling
until they curled with the tension. She rubbed her finger down into her cuntal crack,
feeling a little dizzy with that light touch. Anna had been right! This was wildly
wonderful. When her friend wasn't looking Kathy reached over and picked up the small
plastic bottle from the nightstand between the beds, turning it over and squeezing some
of the oil onto her hands. Back and forth. Back and forth. Again Anna was right.
Having that extra lubricant on her fingers added to the sensation of finger-fucking
herself.
"Fuck... I wonder what it's like to get fucked... really fucked," Anna gasped, slowing
down her fingering for a while.
"You've never..." Anna smiled.
"I know. Lots of kids at school think Jack and I fool around a lot. But he hasn't touched
me. Afraid or something, I guess. God, it's not because I haven't wanted him to!"
"I... I wonder what screwing feels like?" Kathy said. The oil on her finger, and the
resulting sensations coming from her stimulated cunt gave her courage.
"I wish I knew," Anna said with disappointment in her voice.
"I know it must hurt when they break your cherry. I think I'd just about pass out,"
Kathy said. She looked over at Anna. Her friend's eyes were dreamy, far away.
"I can hardly wait! Oh God, God, do I want to be fucked!"
"Me too!" Kathy confessed.
"I thought you did. You've been asking too many questions all along," her friend said,
giving her a look as if she'd known all along.
"I'm still scared though... thinking about it."
Anna nodded in agreement, then took several deep breaths as her fingers quickened
against her spread cuntlips. Kathy watched with interest as the brunette's belly
tightened and heaved.
"Wow, oh wow, Kathy... I... I... ohhhhhhh God!"
It sounded as if Anna needed help. But Kathy knew her friend didn't need any help
now. No. She was well on the way to a mind-blowing climax!


Chapter 2

"Oooooooo! Oooooooo!"
Kathy stared wild-eyed at her best friend Anna. The pretty brunette was bucking and
jerking around on her bed. During her gyrations, the top of her bikini had slipped off
and now lay crumpled at her side. Her big tits jiggled furiously, slapping against one
another. The blonde teen could see her friend's nipples – oh, so red and hard! At times
Anna slid her hands up, cupping her fingers over her tits, squeezing them while folding
one leg over the other and jerking up and down.
"Ooooowwwwww!"
"Anna?"
Kathy felt a kind of tight, hot itchiness in her pussy. But it was nothing, nothing at all
compared to what seemed to be tickling Anna. The brunette rolled her hips more
slowly now, moving her cuntal mound against her fingers. She was heavier than Kathy
was, and her flesh quivered as she bounced and jerked on the mattress. Kathy tried
moving her hips like that. She leaned back and started pumping her ass up and down,
letting her fingertips just graze her clit. Suddenly there was a rush of unfamiliar thrills.
It was making her head swim.
"Ohhhhh!" Kathy gasped.
She realized she was making the same sounds as her friend. Was that what sex did?
Would a guy, fucking her, make her do the same thing? The thought of carrying on
like this, thrashing and bucking in front of a guy, made her face redden even more.
Wouldn't she be a little shocked to be doing something like this?
"Ooooo... cumming! Cumming!" Anna panted.
The brunette was going crazy. She moved about as if she were in some kind of
convulsion now. Her legs bent at the knee, then flopped down again, making the
mattress jiggle. She dug at the sheets with her heels, tossing her shoulders back and
forth. Her curly brown hair splashed over the pillow behind her, tangling at the corners
of her mouth. And always there was that groan, that sexy groan of a woman in heat.
"Anna?" Kathy asked again.
"Oh God, God, can't hold back... no, no, can't stop it. Ohhhhh!"
Kathy frowned. Anna was babbling something in her own private language. Kathy had
the feeling it was a private, special time. Perhaps she shouldn't even be watching. But
there was a fascination in this, a fascination in watching her friend go wild.
Her body felt warm and buzzy. But she knew she would never be able to make herself
have a climax while anyone else was watching. How about a boy? Again, that thought
rushed through her head. Perhaps that was different. He would be helping to excite her.
That would make all the difference in the world, she thought.
"God!"
Anna rolled onto her belly, clamping her thighs tight, fingers still sticking wetly
between her cuntlips. Kathy gasped as she watched her friend pump her ass up and
down. It was a fucking motion. In a way Anna looked pretty all stretched out like that,
her legs together, her toes pointed, her hands out of sight under her belly as she
wriggled her ass around in circles. The headboard began to clatter loudly against 'the
yellow plaster wall as Anna began to cum violently. Again Kathy thought about Mrs.
Granger.
Anna's face was red and pinched, almost as if someone were hurting her. Kathy knew it
wasn't pain she was feeling. The thought of having a pleasure so intense, so wild so as
to make her friend jerk and groan like that made Kathy's body shiver.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Anna jerked her knees up, then slammed them back down, her plump ass cheeks
jiggling from the move. Crying out again and again in that special babbling private
language of hers, the frantic brunette grabbed a pillow and jammed it between her
thighs. She was clamping it hard now, pumping her ass crazily. It was as if that pillow
were some guy, Keith Morris, maybe. She felt more than ever as if she were
eavesdropping, spying on her friend while she went through these contortions. But it
was the fascination, the fascination of seeing Anna thrashing around while her clit went
off that kept Kathy there.
Kathy was embarrassed and excited and a little frightened. Would her own body behave
like that? She wanted so badly to find out.
"Nooooo!" Anna screamed.
"Anna! Your mother!" Kathy whispered, hearing the front door slam.
But Anna was still too far gone in her orgasm to hear her friend. Panicked, Kathy
swung her legs off the bed, bending down and picking up the bottom of her bikini.
Anna was calming down now, thank God! Kathy pushed the long hair from her eyes,
feeling the tightness in her chest. Anna had cum, had found release. But Kathy hadn't.
Still hot, still trembling, she stood there, her juice-soaked bikini bottom in one hand
while she watched her friend rub her tits, belly and legs against the mattress. Kathy
glanced once more at her, then looked away. Anna looked so good, so dreamy. Oh, oh,
why couldn't she feel that same way?
"I... I'd better go now, Anna. I'll call you tomorrow," she said, stepping into her bikini
and reaching for her towel.
"Mmmmmmm..." Kathy draped the towel around her shoulders, holding it at the ends
as she opened the door carefully and slipped out. She didn't want Mrs. Granger to see
Anna like that.
"You girls finished talking?" a voice called from the kitchen.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Granger. Anna'll be right out. I've got to get home. My mom's going to
be coming back from work in a while," Kathy said, feeling the juicy heat in her cunt
already soaking through her nylon bikini. She couldn't bother with that now. Perhaps
at home she'd be able to take care of her pussy, take care of it as well as her best friend
had. But now she felt she had to get out of the house, away from Anna, away from the
sounds of her friend wriggling all over the bed. She hurried through the living room,
not wanting to confront Mrs. Granger.
It was nice to feel the cool air on her bare arms and legs as she rushed home. The sky
was turning various reds and oranges as a breeze from the east rustled leaves.
Somewhere in the distance a dog was barking. All this was lost on Kathy as she hurried
down the street, her sandals clomping against the heated concrete sidewalk. Still
holding the towel against her body, she thought about Anna, thought about the way
her friend had soaked her fingers with pussy juice. At times she had to stop, close her
eyes and fight off the delicious shiver rushing up and down her spine.
"Oh God, this is... awful!"
Recovering quickly, Kathy turned the corner and walked up the large curved drive in
front of her house. Her mother's car wasn't there yet. Tied up at the office, she thought,
pulling the towel from her shoulders and sauntering up the porch steps. It was a large
house, too big for her and her mother, really.
Opening the front door with her key, Kathy stepped into the foyer, smelling the freshly
polished hardwood floor. It was a pleasant smell, a smell that reminded her of her
father. He had run away, run off with some woman, leaving her and her mother alone
to fend for themselves. Fortunately, according to her mother, he had left several large
bank accounts and investments she had managed to get.
Kathy closed the door behind her, still feeling that hot itchy tingle between her legs.
How shaky her knees were! She was having a hard time maneuvering through the high
ceilinged living room, stopping at the yawning fireplace and looking around her. There
was something pleasant and comforting about this house when she was alone. It was as
if she were queen, owned all of this. Smiling dreamily, she pulled the towel from her
shoulders and let it fall to her feet. It was so quiet, so nice and quiet.
And her cunt itched so. What if she were to just sit down there, spread her legs and
finger-fuck herself? No one would know. Her mother wouldn't be home for nearly a
half hour. She could see that from the clock just over the fireplace. Thirty minutes! That
would be more than enough time for her to finger-fuck herself, for her to feel all those
feelings that had torn through her friend Anna.
"Ummmmmm..." Licking her lips, Kathy turned and sat down on the long dark-blue
sofa. It felt so good feeling her ass sinking down in the cushions like that. She sat there
for several minutes enjoying the silence of the house. Behind her, she could hear the
steady ticking of the clock over the fireplace, ticking in time to the beating of her heart.
She inhaled sharply, putting one hand over her tits, feeling her nostrils burning with
the oxygen she drew in. Oh, oh, she was more excited than she had thought! Kathy
looked nervously about her as if someone were still around, someone who would laugh
at her as she moved her fingers up and down over her cuntal slit.
No, she was alone! Gingerly, the girl reached down and unfastened the buckle at one
side of her bikini bottom. The material parted, flying off her slender thighs. Kathy
glanced down at the blonde bush covering her swollen cunt mound. The curly hairs
glistened with cunt juice, that thick bubbly fluid oozing so freely from her pussy
because of her excitement. She thought of Anna again, of her thick bush of dark brown
cunt hair. Kathy didn't have that much fuzz around her pussy. But then, people had
told her blondes just didn't have that much body hair. She smoothed her fingers over
her flat belly, fanning them out, feeling more and more excited as she touched herself.
Everything seemed aroused now. Her nipples poked teasingly against the silken
material of her bikini top. Biting her lower lip, feeling terribly naughty, Kathy leaned
forward and reached around, unbuckling the bra top.
"Ohhhhhh!"
There was a rush of relief, a rush of excitement as well, as the halter fell off her tits,
sliding to the cushion below. Her big thirty-six-inch tits slipped out and slapped
together. Yes, she was big up there, just like her mother! That, at least, was one thing
the two of them had in common.
"Ummmmm..." The heat between her legs was getting worse, more concentrated. She
felt shakier than before, her shoulders shaking, her toes curling. Slowly, the girl began
moving her fingers down, down, already feeling the ticklish sensation of her cuntal
hairs brushing over the sensitive flesh of her fingertips.
Kathy groaned, let her head fall back against the back cushion while spreading her legs
a little farther apart. She started making those hunching movements, the ones she
remembered seeing her friend Anna make a few minutes ago. Fucking. Fucking. Yes,
she would give almost anything to find out what it would be like to have a boy fucking
her.
"Ohhhh..." Kathy was so intent on rubbing her pussy that she didn't hear the sound of
padding feet on the nearby kitchen tiles. It was only when she felt something fuzzy and
warm brush up against one leg that she snapped out of her reverie and jerked herself
back to reality.
"God!"
For a moment the girl thought her mother had come home and found her. Then she
realized there was no one else in the room, no one else except Champ, the three-year
old German shepherd her mother had purchased two months before. Still, his presence
was enough to make Kathy blush furiously. She jerked one leg over the other, dropping
both hands over her pussy and turning away from the dog.
"No! Bad dog!"
Kathy cringed from the animal as he stood there, his tail erect, his ears slanted forward.
She was always cringing around that dog. There was something intimidating,
something threatening about the animal that Kathy hated. Oh, she knew her mother's
reasons for buying an animal. There had been an increase in burglaries in the past year.
And buying an alarm system was financially out of the question. An executive secretary,
her mother just couldn't afford tying up what little money she had on alarms. But a dog
seemed to be a fine compromise between doing nothing and wiring the house up like
Fort Knox.
"Go away, Champ."
Kathy had hoped the animal her mother got would be kind and affectionate. And in a
way Champ was. But there was something else behind those wolf-like eyes, something
that made Kathy shiver whenever he was in the same room with her.
"Down!"
She would have to leave now. There was no way she'd be able to get rid of the dog. He
was still sitting there next to her, his brown eyes rolled up at her, his ears pricked more
forward than before while his black nostrils quivered. He was smelling the air. Oh God,
God, he was smelling her! In a horrifying instant the girl realized the animal had picked
up her scent and was sniffing at her overheated cunt!
"Oh God!" This was too much!
Getting up, bracing herself against the back of the sofa, Kathy grabbed her towel and
bikini and started for the stairs. She would go to her own room, lock the door as Anna
had and finger-fuck herself in private. She couldn't understand what had moved her to
try something like that in the living room in the first place!
"Down, Champ!"
He was swarming around her legs now, pressing against her calves. Kathy didn't like
that, didn't care for it at all! She felt his nose on her calf, then again halfway up her
thigh. There was a danger here. She was stark naked, her cunt peeled open for the dog!
Fear rushed through her body as she made it to the stairs. Would he try something
with her? All kinds of weird stories came to mind as she held onto the banister, trying
to catch her breath.
There were stories she'd overheard at school, stories about women in Mexico who let
animals do all kinds of things to them for a price.
"No, no," she whispered, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side to side.
The big house seemed even bigger. She had to get away, away from this animal pressing
up against her crotch.
"Get... get away from me!"
Kathy tried slapping down at the big German shepherd. Champ ducked back,
crouching down, his tail straight out while his eyes glistened with excitement. He was
standing there in front of the stairs, blocking her way. Kathy put one hand to her chest,
drawing in oxygen with difficulty.
He moved again, trotting between her legs, twisting his head up and bumping her
cuntal mound. The touch, the sensation of his muzzle touching that sensitive, sacred
spot was almost too much for the girl. Gasping, she turned around, held tightly onto
the banister and tried kicking at the big dog. She missed. Damn it, she missed!
"Champ!"
Kathy was feeling his hot, panting breath on the tender surfaces of her inner thighs. He
was exciting her! Yes, yes, as horrible as it was, the girl realized the animal was exciting
her. No, it couldn't be! She wasn't that kind of horrible woman. It was Anna, the
memory of her friend still fresh in her mind as her finger fucked in and out, in and out
of her grasping cunt. That was what was making her pant, making her gasp with
delight while the dog rubbed against her legs.
"Got... got to get away," she panted out loud, the room swimming about her.
Backing down, hitting the dog with her foot, Kathy tried to make her way to the stairs
once more. But the dog was close behind. He was licking her now, lapping his warm,
soft tongue behind each knee. Oh, how deliciously, evilly good it was to feel that wet
tongue on her flesh!
Kathy dropped her bathing suit and towel, putting both hands to her face to cover it in
shame. What on earth was she doing? Never, never before in her wildest fantasies had
she ever thought she'd be doing something like this. What would her mother say? What
would even someone like Anna say? Messing around with guys was one thing. But
dogs? Animals? Her fingers tightening around the wood, Kathy drew back a little
farther, her eyes wide, fastened on the approaching beast.
"Back, Champ, back."
She would have her mother destroy the animal, put him out of the house later. But now
she had to face the possibility of him attacking her... sexually!
"Oh God!" she breathed.
There was that awful swelling ball of sexual arousal in her belly getting larger, hotter!
Kathy turned and managed to take several steps before the dog rushed in front of her,
planting his paws on the steps and growling at her. Letting out a small cry, Kathy
backed down. Cornered! And there was nothing she could do about it.


Chapter 3

"Ooooohhhhhh!"
The dog touched her pussy, actually touched her pussy! Kathy felt herself stumbling
forward. Stretching out both hands, she staggered away from the animal, feeling him
brushing up against her legs, feeling his breath against her hot flesh.
A dog! A dog! There were all those foul jokes she remembered hearing at school! But
never did the girl think that there were people around who actually became excited over
an animal!
"Stop it! Stop..." The confused teenager was talking more to herself than to the frisky
animal still swarming around her bare legs. Had she gone crazy! Was she some sort of
raving lunatic? It was Anna, Anna with all that talk about fucking Keith, about fucking
guys in general. Champ was blocking her way up the stairs. She moved around the dog,
going back to the sofa. If she could get to the kitchen, get her bikini on, she would be
all right.
"Get away!"
The dog pursued her, followed her as if he were possessed. Kathy was back at the sofa
now, her fingers digging into the soft, fuzzy material. She looked down. She'd been
sitting there minutes ago, comfortable, safe, not thinking at all about dogs. She covered
her face once more with one hand, feeling a rush of shame and humiliation as Champ
bumped up behind her. Her knees buckled, pressing against the back of the couch.
"No!"
There was a sudden hot wash of a tongue licking between her ass cheeks. The girl cried
out, her hands shooting out in front of her while her tits slapped together from the
move. Her knees finally buckled. Crying out once more, she fell to the floor. His
tongue... oh God, God, it was his tongue that had slapped between her warm, sweaty
ass cheeks. Reaching out, the girl clawed at the thick carpet, sucking in ragged breaths,
trying to right herself.
"Uhhhh..." But Champ was all over her at once. His strong forelegs were bumping the
insides of her thighs, forcing them apart. She wanted to fight him, to push him off her.
But he was everywhere at once. At times his muzzle pushed between her thighs,
pressing against her cuntal mound, making her arch her back and wallow against the
carpeting while her fists beat his back furiously. At other times he was almost at her
throat, those terrifying brown eyes staring at her wildly while his tongue sloshed over
her tits.
It was at those times that Kathy thought she was going to die. She knew the big
German shepherd could tear out her throat, could kill her in a matter of seconds if he
chose. But he was just showing her who was boss, who was going to be top in this
awful battle. Kathy whimpered. Oh, oh, this was driving her mad!
"Nooooo!" Her voice took on a quavering, panicky quality while she scratched her nails
against the back of the sofa.
Desperately, the girl tried to climb back up, to brace her body against the couch. But
she was too weak, too overwhelmed by shock and the big animal.
"Stop it... stop it, Champ," she breathed, falling back to the floor.
Champ had his own ideas about what to do. He was after her cunt. Yes, yes, she could
see that! He was nosing around, sniffing at her damp pussy hairs. Kathy rolled onto her
ass and scooted backward, again trying to get up. But Champ followed her, nuzzling
against her thighs. His tongue shot out once again and quickly split her swollen cuntal
slit. Kathy closed her eyes, opening her mouth and letting out a rush of air. She
breathed harshly, her throat hurting terribly while her fingers dug into the carpeting.
Again and again she tried closing her legs to the big dog. But Champ kept them open,
snarling at her when she tried forcing him away.
Dogs nosed around. She had noticed that before when Champ hung around the
kitchen, sniffing up her mother's skirt, then sniffing at her. But lots of dogs did that and
nothing happened. That was just their way. But this was something else. Now Kathy
saw Champ's earlier activity as a kind of prelude to this horror.
Her mother! Again thoughts of Ellen coming in through the door and finding her
daughter and her pet rolling around on the floor together shot through the teen's mind.
She could just imagine her mother's horror at finding her daughter doing something
like this. 'No, no, Kathy would never be able to face anyone again once something like
that happened!
"Away... get away," she groaned through clenched teeth.
Kathy somehow managed to push the big animal away. It was the terror of being
discovered, of having her mother – or anyone, for that matter – finding out about her
and the dog. Nothing terrible had happened yet... not really. And she was going to do
everything she could to keep it that way.
"Awful, awful," she muttered to herself, her legs twisting around one another.
It was as if there were some kind of red haze in front of her. She stumbled, fell, tried to
get back on her feet again, then realized it was best to crawl. Kathy was on her hands
and knees like an animal, like a dog, trying to get away from Champ. Her big tits hung
down, the peaked ends nearly brushing the floor. She was whimpering through her
nose, banging her head against the coffee table, turning, then trying to crawl toward the
kitchen once more.
"Ohhhhh..." Why hadn't she taken the time and trouble to think about finger-fucking
herself in her bedroom? If she had, none of this would have happened! She would be
rolling around safely in her own bed, not worrying about this dog, about what he was
going to do to her. And what would he do to her? What would he try if he were to
catch her, corner her like some small animal? Horrible thoughts drifted through the
girl's mind as she rushed forward, her forehead striking an end table.
Champ jumped now. She felt his strong forelegs on her back, felt him sliding on top of
her. He was mounting her, pressing down against her, clamping his legs around her
waist! Kathy froze, her mind flashing, popping and buzzing in horror. Something very
hot and slick was bumping up against her pussy. Something...
"No!" she screamed, finding the strength to pull away and shake the horrible animal
from her.
His prick! Yes, yes, she knew it was his cock. He was trying to mount her, fuck her like
some gutter bitch in the street. That was too much! She heard the animal yelp in
surprise, heard him tumbling from her back and flopping to the floor. She had to get
away or he would rape her. Yes, raped by a dog! Her first fuck – and it would be by a
dog!
"God!" Kathy gasped.
She swatted backward at the big animal, lurching forward, both hands stretched in front
of her. Behind, there was that awful yapping, that terrible barking! Would the
neighbors hear, come over to investigate? No, she doubted that. The house was far too
big for noise like Champ's smothered growls and barks to be heard. He wasn't trying to
attract attention. He wanted her, wanted her cunt, wanted to fuck that knobby boner
into her pussy. Kathy's mind was spinning around and around like a merry-go-round.
If she could get into the kitchen, she would grab a knife, something to kill the big
German shepherd with!
Champ was nipping at her heels. He wasn't biting her hard, really. But he was trying to
catch an ankle, bring her back to his level again. Kathy felt frantic. He was a big dog
and she had never been confident with animals, especially him. She felt him licking her
naked thighs again. The folding kitchen door was ahead of her. Again, she tried kicking
at him as the dog swarmed excitedly around her heels. She could hear him panting
loudly, feel him licking her.
Oh God, God, he was still at her even as she clung to the swinging kitchen doors. It
was so strange. It was as if every ounce of strength and will had been suddenly drawn
from her body. Her knees knocked against the doorway molding. And then... and then
she felt his furry muzzle slip inside her cunt. Oh God, he was actually sticking his nose
up her pussy! The sudden penetration made her cry out, brought a fiery shiver that
spread over her flesh. Desperate, crying out, Kathy tried to stagger into the kitchen.
She choked, struggled to get some air into her lungs. The animal was making funny
noises as he forced her cuntlips open and licked on the hot juices flowing from her
pussy. It felt so crazy, so damned good. How could anything like this have happened to
her? She wasn't that kind of girl! Again and again Kathy thought of that – she just
wasn't the kind of girl who even thought about doing things with dogs. Oh God, she
had first openly thought about fucking with a guy only today!
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Bright purple lights flashed in front of her as Champ's tongue sloshed around her cunt,
curling up, touching all the slick, hot membranes around her cuntal mouth. Could he
pop her cherry with his tongue? She didn't think so. What a way to lose her innocence
– licked by a dog, her pet dog!
Kathy grabbed the door as hard as she could. But what little strength she had left her.
With a cry, the girl fell back onto the floor, her knees spreading open widely.
"Nooooooo!"
His muzzle was all over her. It was a white-fanged fury that paralyzed her. Finally,
Kathy was getting her breath back. But she felt so weak, so devoid of any will.
"Don't!"
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper now. Champ didn't make any move to indicate
that he would obey her. No, he was off in his own little world, licking and lapping away
at her cunt. He was twisting and turning, licking her all over, holding her down with
those big scratchy forepaws. It was awful, hideous. And yet... and yet there was
something wonderful, something terribly exciting about being here like this, held to the
floor, raped by that animal's tongue.
"Uhhh..." she groaned.
The objections she had felt earlier were dissolving, evaporating under the heat of her
growing sexual arousal. Kathy soon found she enjoyed hearing the dog growl, enjoyed
hearing his tongue slosh over her pussy, enjoyed feeling his paws pressing sharply
against her upper thighs, enjoyed supporting the furred weight of his muscular body.
"Champ... uhhhhhh..." Now the girl wasn't trying to shove him away. There was no
thought of pushing the big dog off her body. Now she liked feeling him all over her,
liked the sensation of his tongue raking over her clit.
"Uhhhhh..." Feeling a powerful spasm tear through her cunt, Kathy jerked her hips up,
hunching her pussy up into his face. At the same time she closed her thighs, holding
his big paws between them. The dog growled angrily, thinking she was still trying to
put him off. Growling, Champ twisted his head around and closed his fangs down onto
her cuntlips.
"Uhhhhh... oooohhhhhhhh!"
That sensation, that wild feeling of his fangs sinking into her pussy flesh without
actually breaking it drove the girl mad with delight. Looking up heavy-lidded through
her lashes, Kathy found she was staring right back into the dog's eyes. He was
watching, studying her reaction to his cunt-nibbling. It was uncanny seeing this show
of intelligence. Kathy felt herself go dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he
wanted. Oh God, and he was using his teeth to make her surrender.
"Noooooooo!"
Fucked by a dog's tongue! Twisting, writhing, Kathy felt herself sinking deeper and
deeper in that whirlpool of lust. The pain was getting sharper and sharper. She could
feel his breath against her naked flesh once more, could feel the slick teeth pressing in
harder, separating the muscles and tendons. Oh, oh, she couldn't take any more!
When the pain became far too sharp the girl relented, opening her pussy to him again.
What was the use? She was too far beyond reasoning to fight the animal off. Yes, yes!
That was right! That was one way she would be able to escape all the guilt she knew
she'd be feeling shortly. She just wasn't herself. Something had taken her over, turned
her into a wild dog-loving slut.
Champ let out a sharp bark and wiggled his nose deep into her cuntal crack. That
rough wetness of the animal's snout excited her clit. The stubby hairs surrounding his
nose were tickling that little nub. Yes, yes, now she could understand that expression of
pain on Anna's face as she came. The hot itchy feeling was turning into something else,
something far more intense.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
His tongue drove around and around her small pink clit. In a moment the girl found
herself bucking up harder against the dog's face. Oh yes, yes, it was all too much for
her to handle right now. Lying there on the floor next to a white wing chair, Kathy
spread her arms out, letting her knees flop open. The dog lay there between her spit
slicked thighs, flat on his belly, feeding on her juicy cunt.
That smacking sound, that hot, wet licking sound of his maw on her cunt sent surges of
forbidden pleasure rushing through her body. That animal, that wonderful dog was
doing this to her. Thoughts of Anna, of Keith drifted through her hazy mind. Only
moans came from her mouth as she began scratching her fingernails against the
carpeting.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Champ was growing more wild by the second. He began licking her belly, then moved
up and started laving her big hard-pointed tits with spit. What made her stay on her
back and let him do this to her? Why couldn't she find the strength to bring herself to
get up and stagger away from the dog? Oh yes, yes, she had done that. But had she
really tried? Had she really done her best to get away from the big dog?
Champ lapped at her nipples now, stopping for a second to look into her eyes again.
That look of intelligence! That obvious sense of mastery over her. It was all too much
for her to stand. Blinking her eyes, Kathy turned her head and looked away. Only then
was she aware how quickly her hips were moving. She was making fucking motions,
those same movements she'd watched Anna making when the girl finger-fucked herself
in bed earlier.
"Ohhhhhh..." It was so easy to slip into that mood, that wild mood of fucking. She
closed her eyes and gave herself completely over to the dog's mouth. Yes, how good it
felt to have Champ at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. It was the musky
smell of cunt juice that was making him like that. He was licking her all over, sniffing
her pussy, going crazy on her young body.
Kathy was pressing herself up to him, opening her legs until she felt the big muscles in
her ass cramp with the tension. She was giving him all of her cunt – every hidden
hollow, every fold of her wet pussy.
"Uhhhh... oh no, no! Oh God, I... I'm cumming!" the girl screamed.
When she came, Champ's licking was too rough. The sharp edge of her climactic joy
cut through her like the broken teeth of a rusty saw. She spasmed, convulsing around
her tender cunt as she rolled from side to side in a wild fever that hurt as much as
pleased. Yes, yes, she now knew why her friend's face had that pained expression on it.
She was certain her face was just as red, just as pinched with excitement. Only Kathy
had a dog between her shivering white legs. Unlike Anna, she had something else
exciting her, something other than her wriggling fingers.
Champ gouged and lapped and fucked his hot nose into the mouth of her pussy. Kathy
screamed, jerking around, curling into a fetal position. Still, the dog insisted on keeping
up with her, wedging his head strongly between her thighs. Again, the teenager cried
out and held onto his furry back. Wild, out of control, Kathy scratched him hard,
digging her fingernails into his thick coat as she came and came and came.
Bucking backward, rolling and squirming on the carpeting as the spasms tortured her
with a pleasure too intense to stand, Kathy managed somehow to roll away from the
big animal. In the seconds that followed, she crawled away, her cunt aching from the
intense orgasm of a few moments ago.
"Escape... got to get away."
Oh yes, yes, there were the stairs! Climbing, half crawling, the confused teen managed
to get to the second floor without being pursued by the whining animal below.
Apparently, he had had enough for now.
"Crazy, crazy," Kathy moaned, dragging herself along the carpeting.
Where and how would all this end? She dragged herself into the relative safety of her
bedroom and closed the door behind her.


Chapter 4

"Don't sass me back, young lady!"
Ellen Warner saw the deep frown on her daughter's face and felt her heart sinking.
They weren't getting along any more. They just weren't getting along! She had tried
desperately to raise her daughter right, to give her everything. But somehow she had
failed in keeping that connection between mother and child alive. Kathy was drifting
farther from her every day and there was little she could to stop it.
"I'm not sassing," Kathy said, her lower lip pouting.
She was sitting on the sofa, the same one Champ had attacked her on three days before.
She was doing everything she could to forget about that incident. More than once since
that fateful afternoon Champ had nosed up to her, rubbed against her thighs. Once he
had done that right in front of her mother! Thank God Ellen didn't suspect anything.
"Well, it certainly sounded that way," Ellen said.
It was breakfast time. Ellen was sipping her coffee slowly, her bathrobe loosely opened
at the top, revealing her firm tits. She peered through the steam rising from her coffee
cup. Yes, Kathy was turning out to be quite a lovely, woman – too appealing, Ellen
thought at times. She too had been extremely attractive, still was alluring to most men,
she thought, even though she was thirty-six.
Unlike many women her age, Ellen Warner hadn't become fat. Exercising regularly,
eating properly, the attractive blonde had always maintained a face and figure most
women envied. Friends thought her husband Doug had left his senses when he walked
out on her years ago. There were even rumors he had tired of his current romance and
wanted to get back with his wife. Ellen ignored those rumors. Ellen tried to ignore the
memories of her ex-husband. His leaving her had nearly cost her her sanity. Her
concept of marriage and family had been shattered in one afternoon. It had taken all
her strength and courage to keep on going, to keep her daughter in line and to raise her
properly. With help she managed to get back her secretarial skills and now held a good
position with a small law firm in Encino.
"I just can't understand why you won't let me go to the party tomorrow night!" Kathy
shuffled her feet under the table, pushing her bacon around in the plate.
Ellen sighed. She had limited her daughter to two dates per month – perhaps too
severely limiting social life for the girl. But Doug's fast exit from the marriage had made
Ellen wary about men in general. Doug wanted her just as long as she was young. As
soon as someone younger came along, off he went. She didn't want Kathy to fall in the
same trap she had. There would be plenty of time for the heartache of love. Right now
Kathy was young. She should enjoy her freedom from men.
"Anna's parents... well, they've raised her a little differently than I've raised you," Ellen
said, desperately trying to be tactful. She saw from her daughter's arched eyebrows that
she'd failed.
"Anna's my best friend," Kathy said defiantly, sensing in her mother's words a direct
challenge.
"I'm not saying you can't be friends," Ellen said, trying to clear up the matter. "It's just
that I don't think going to a party that's not chaperoned... "
"I told you, mother, her mother and father are going to be there watching everybody,"
Kathy said affecting a bored expression.
How Ellen hated that expression! It indicated the girl was shutting herself off from
further argument.
"It's just that there'll be boys there and... and I don't know how you'll handle yourself,"
Ellen admitted, pushing the coffee cup away and setting it down with a clatter in the
dish.
"Don't you trust me? Do you think I'm going to bed with every man in Los Angeles?"
Kathy said, her cheeks reddening while her blue eyes sparkled.
Kathy's eyes were so much like Doug's eyes, especially when he became aroused and
wanted to fuck. Ellen shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her upper arms
briskly. Another thought of her ex-husband. She had to stop that, had to stop thinking
about him, and especially had to stop thinking about him making love to her.
"I've said all I'm going to about this matter," Ellen said, her voice hardening. If Kathy
wanted to match wits, she would. Stiffening, throwing her shoulders back she flashed
an angry stare at her daughter. "You're not going to any party tonight. And if you keep
up this attitude, young lady, you won't be going to any party this month."
"You just don't trust me," Kathy said, her eyes wide with anger. "You think all men are
like Daddy, don't you?"
Ellen flinched at her daughter's remark. Her heart skipped a beat while the girl stood
up from the table, clenching her paper napkin in anger.
"No, I just thought... "
"Well, they aren't. And I think you're being unfair to me thinking so."
Kathy wheeled around, stalking from the kitchen into the living room. In a moment
Ellen heard the front door slam loudly behind the retreating girl. She could have called
out, could have demanded that Kathy remain inside. But perhaps it was best she go
outdoors, blow off some steam. Sighing, Ellen rose from the table and began collecting
the dishes. It was Saturday. It would be a lovely, warm sunny day. She had thought
about shopping, about taking Kathy with her. Well, that idea was worth about as much
as her broken marriage. She would go shopping alone, eat alone as she'd been doing for
these long years.
Alone! Stopping at the sink, she looked out the window at the flower garden. Alone!
What a terrible, terrible word! Her heart contracted once more. Oh, she had managed
to get along financially without Doug once she'd finished school. And the chores about
the house got done one way or the other. But the warmth of a man next to her in bed,
the touch of his hands, of his... of his cock was missing. Again and again Ellen awoke
in the middle of the night and stretched out one hand, sleepily rubbing it over the
vacant pillow. A sharp disappointment always overwhelmed her then. She realized there
was no man there, no man to fuck her.
Oh, that was one thing her ex-husband could do. He could fuck! Oh my, could he fuck!
There were times when Ellen thought the neighborhood would be gathering around at
their bedroom window to applaud. It was an absolute miracle they hadn't awakened
Kathy more than they did with their energetic, noisy fucking. And now... now all that
was gone.
"God..." Ellen murmured.
She curled her fingers around the edge of the kitchen counter, staring above the trees at
a flock of birds wheeling overhead. If she could only be free, as free as those birds from
the passions tugging at her being, she would be so thankful. But that was impossible.
She was a woman, a vital woman who needed a man to fuck and was afraid to go out
and look for one. Oh, there were the usual passes at the office, married men looking for
some strange pussy. She knew their type and despised them. But there had to be an
available man out there, someone who would come up and... and just fuck her some
day.
Of course that was impossible. Daily, she went to work, prepared the legal briefs and
tried to ignore the veiled comments about her tits and how she was arousing all the
young lawyers who came in. Let their wives take care of them. She wasn't going to be
some whore to be passed around among those lawyers.
But then there were days, days when that heat concentrating in her pussy was almost
too much to stand. There were days when her nipples stayed hard, rubbing itchily
against the stiff material of her bra. Those were awful days, days when she thought she
might actually break down and take up an offer from one of those young lawyers.
"If only I could..." If only she could what? Again and again Ellen asked that question.
She just couldn't face going into one of those singles bars to look for a man. It seemed
so vulgar and cheap, just not her style.
"Damn!"
It was happening again today... that awful itchy tingle, that electric spark that flashed
across her cunt, then up to her belly and tits. It made every square inch of her body
alive to the slightest touch. Even now, the silken dressing gown was arousing her
terribly. The material slid sexily over her flesh, making her skin pucker up in goose
bumps.
Ellen lowered her head, moving her legs up and down. Yes, yes, there was that rubbing
sensation, that delicious touch of her cuntlips rubbing against one another. Her clit was
getting hard once more, rising up from the surrounding pink flesh, its round little head
burning with desire. Closing her eyes, curling her fingers until the nails pressed
painfully against her palms, Ellen tried to dismiss that horrible rush of feelings. If only
there were some kind of pill, some kind of medicine she could take to rid herself of
these attacks!
Dwelling on the problem would do no good. She had to get out of the house, perhaps
do some shopping, be with crowds to get her mind off her trouble. Pushing herself
away from the sink, she turned, only to find Champ standing in the doorway.
"Champ! I fed you already, you crazy dog," she said, her lips curling into a smile. "You
want to get fed again?"
At least the dog posed no threat to her. He provided Ellen with some stability and
certainly some love. Bending down, she stretched one hand out invitingly, encouraging
him to come forward so she could pet him. It was, therefore, a surprise for the woman
to see the dog hesitate, then trot around to one side and nose the hem of her gown
upward.
"Champ!"
Ellen straightened, drawing her gown tightly around her waist and checking the belt.
Something certainly had come over him lately. He had never acted this way! How
strange! Perhaps it was the growing heat outside. It promised to be a warm day.
Perhaps she should let the dog out.
"Outside, Champ. Come on."
Ellen moved to the back door, reaching out and about to unlock it. A steady growl from
the animal behind her made her freeze. It was the growl of a threat, a warning from
him.
"Oh my God!" she whispered.
Ellen had heard about some animals turning on their masters. But they were usually
Dobermans or some other highly nervous or wild type. German shepherds were
supposed to be reliable!
Turning around slowly, one hand to her throat, the woman watched with growing
horror as Champ moved toward her, his bushy tail wagging slowly from side to side.
His big brown eyes were rolled up, studying her while the gray fur around his neck
stood up. His nostrils quivered while his muscular sides shuddered with each breath he
took.
He's going to kill me. I just know it, he's going to kill me! Ellen thought as her fingers
tightened around her throat. Any moment she expected to feel his fangs sinking into
her flesh. Oh, how she tried to scream! But she couldn't. Kathy would find her there in
an hour or two and...
But there was no attack, no pouncing, no tearing fangs. Instead, Ellen felt the shock of
his snout pressing against her leg. She shrank away, holding her gown more tightly
than ever to her naked body. There was something in that touch, something in the way
he was staring at her now that made Ellen nervous.
"Bad dog," she managed to whisper, gathering up her courage and marching from the
kitchen. Thank God he's staying in there, she thought, stopping by the couch and
turning around.
And yet... and yet there was a strange sense of disappointment when she noticed
Champ hadn't pursued her into the living room. Putting one hand to her temple, Ellen
shook her head from side to side. "What must I be thinking of?" she whispered.
But she knew what she was thinking of. It was the same thing she'd been thinking of
all week. Fucking! Plain, old-fashioned fucking. She hadn't wanted to think about sex.
She thought about it at work, in the car driving home, in her bed as she lay staring at
the ceiling. The memory of her ex-husband was becoming stronger. Soon it was too
vivid, too hot to ignore. She thought about the times when she would climax in a
firestorm of emotions. And now, in the morning, she was thinking about fucking again,
wondering if there would ever be a time when she would climax again with a man.
And then that dog... that silly, awful dog touched her and... and...
Ellen didn't want to think of it. Brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulders, she
walked to the stairs, gripping the handrail and climbing the steps. Twice she had to
stop, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip. The friction of her cuntlips
rubbing against one another was almost too much for her. Her tits were sensitive, oh so
sensitive as the stiff nipples rubbed up against her silken gown. There was a wet heat
exploding in her pussy. Yes, yes, she would touch herself, finger-fuck herself!
It had been a long, long time since she'd felt so horny this early in the morning. It was
only when she was married that Ellen had been so aroused before noon. And then it
had been her husband who had helped her along, touching her tits with his tongue,
stroking his long fingers over her cunt, over her ass until he had her twisting and
writhing up against his body. Again the thought of his cock fucking into her pussy
brought a whimpery gasp from the woman.
Her fingers trembling, Ellen opened her bedroom door, rushed to the bed and threw
back the coverlet. Drawing the blinds to dim the light in the room, she lay back on the
bed, closing her eyes while drawing her fingers over her belly. How warm she felt as she
passed her hand over her stomach. And then there was that glow, that wonderful glow
between her legs. Rubbing her calves over the sheet, Ellen thought of her ex-husband
fucking her and chewed on her lower lip.
"Ohhhhhh..." Drawing her hand up, she cupped her fingers under one of her tits. They
were still firm, not sagging. She wanted a man on top of her now, fingering her tits,
mouthing them while fucking his cock into her cunt. Oh, if only some of them out
there realized just how desperately she wanted them!
The thought made her hotter. The effect of her fingers squeezing her tits was electric.
Ellen felt the tension in her body building, felt the connections forming between all the
sensitive spots in her body. She began rocking her hips from side to side, listening to
the mattress squeaking and groaning under her movements, feeling the heat spreading
out from her cunt. It was becoming more difficult for her to breathe! Dropping her
hand back down to her cunt, the woman could feel how damp her pussy hairs were! Oh
yes, yes, she was really soaking herself this time, wetting down her cunt and her thighs
with pussy juice as her mind raced madly with thoughts of sex.
"Fuck!"
How beautiful that word was! Mouthing it, pronouncing it in that desperate whisper of
hers seemed to make it that much more exciting.
Ellen squeezed her ass muscles together, tensing her thighs and arching her spine as she
drew her hands along the edges of her swollen cuntlips. It was too beautiful for words!
Again and again she rubbed her fingers along the edges of her cuntlips, purposely
avoiding contact with her clit. That was a treat, a teasing treat she would give herself in
a moment. Right now she was toying with herself, only touching the edges of her pussy
and marveling at how hot she was becoming!
"God... oh my God, I need... I need a man, a man," she whispered, strands of her hair
clinging damply to her cheeks.
Her breathing had become shallow now, far more shallow than before. She licked her
dry lips, tossing her head from side to side against the pillow. And all the while her legs
were undulating against the wrinkled sheet. Fucking! How she wished a man was on
top of her, holding her down with his body, fucking the daylights out of her!
"Uhhhhh..." Ellen stopped for a moment. She was dizzy, drunk with her own fuck-lust.
She was so close to cumming. But she didn't want to climax just yet. Oh no, the
tension had been building up too strongly for her to pop off just like that. Rising from
the bed, she saw her reflection in the mirror across the room – the big blue eyes, the
hair combed down.
She looked somehow depraved in her state of excitement. That thought brought a smile
to her face, a smile that faded quickly when her eyes moved to the right and she saw...
oh God, she saw Champ standing there in doorway! In her excitement Ellen had
forgotten to shut the bedroom door, and now the German shepherd stood poised to
assault her again.


Chapter 5

"Champ, go!"
Ellen drew her hands over her swollen tits, shaking several loose hairs from her eyes.
The dog had been standing there all along, watching her finger-fuck herself, watching
her writhe and buck on the bed. Ellen shivered, feeling somehow dirty, unclean!
"I said go!"
She tried to put a firmness in her voice. But she was no more successful in getting the
animal to leave now than she had been in the kitchen. Ellen would have to push him
out, kick him from her bedroom and lock the door in order to continue her sexual
fantasies.
"Damned dog," she muttered, sliding off the bed and walking toward the door.
How odd! Her knees were trembling, shaking with a kind of weird nervousness as she
approached the animal. Champ looked up at her and backed away. For a moment,
Ellen thought she would have little problem in chasing off the dog. And then... then he
changed his mind and bolted in, his muzzle prodding her pussy hungrily.
"Oh no! No!"
She was screaming, curling her fingers into fists and beating down at the savage animal.
He was growling again, that horrible low growl of excitement that made the hairs on
her neck stand on end. Staggering back, losing her balance, the frantic blonde found
herself tumbling onto the bed.
"No, stop! Oh God, get off me... oh somebody, help me," she whimpered, scooting back
on the bed, bending her knees and trying to kick off the pursuing, sex-crazed beast.
But the German shepherd wasn't to be put off now. He kept up that growl – not a
mean growl, but one of excitement – as the woman struggled backward on the bed.
Her heels dug into the soft mattress as she squirmed away from the panting dog.
For a moment Ellen thought she might still be able to get rid of him. He stood poised
at the front of her bed, his head low, that awful long pink tongue hanging from one
corner of his mouth. But the dog hadn't moved. He stood there as if unsure of himself,
unsure of his next move. That was promising. Perhaps he would think better of his
move and leap off. Ellen lay there, her spine pressed against the headboard, her heart
beating so hard she thought it would explode! Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead
and chest while her nipples seemed to grow even harder than before. Yes, perhaps he
would leave her alone.
But when she tried edging off the bed she found Champ had no intention of letting her
go. He increased the intensity of his growl, putting one paw on her leg as if to tell her
to stay. Ellen let out a low moan of defeat, drawing her hands over her cunt, feeling
strangely ashamed that she was lying there stark naked under the steady, hungry gaze
of her pet.
"What do you want?" she finally asked in a small voice.
Ellen once more tried sliding from the bed. This time Champ moved quickly, slipping
forward, his paws hitting her thighs. The woman screamed, her head snapping back
and hitting the headboard. In a moment, it was his tongue and nose she felt over her
hot cuntal mound. That touch, that incredible hot, wet touch was almost more than she
could stand.
Closing her eyes, Ellen found herself sliding toward the edge of the bed, pushing her
knees apart, making room for the cunt-licking dog.
"No, no, this... this can't be happening... I won't let it happen!"
She kept panting this to herself over and over as her mind whirled around in a
hurricane of confusing sensations. That touch of the dog's tongue, the feel of it
dragging over her heated belly and up to her tits at first petrified her, but then gradually
aroused her in a way she would never have thought possible. Unbelievably, she was
opening her pussy up to the dog, spreading her legs for him, letting him touch her all
over with his tongue.
"Oh no, no, no..." What kind of woman was she, letting an animal, a dog, do this to
her? There were horrible stories about women who did this kind of thing. But they
were prostitutes, whores who did it for cash. There she was in the privacy of her own
bedroom letting her pet lick his tongue up and down over her thighs and over her cunt,
while all she did was encourage him. Yes, yes, she was encouraging him, wriggling her
ass from side to side, wanting him – yes wanting him – to touch her cunt again and
again with his tongue.
"God!"
No, God wouldn't be here to help her. No one would. She was there, alone with
Champ, alone with the dog and her fantasies. Turning her head, she pressed one
burning cheek against the pillow and slowly let her knees sag apart once more. The
tension of her legs spreading was so delicious, so wonderfully delicious as her cuntlips
pulled stickily apart for the animal.
The dog saw this and went wild. Lowering his head to her cuntal thicket, he began
licking, his tongue slopping over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
Oh yes, yes, she must be hot – very, very hot – to let something like this happen
without a complaint. Lying there, twisting her body against the squeaking bed, letting
the animal lick her cunt again and again, Ellen knew she had to be so aroused that her
common sense had ceased to function.
"Ohhhhh no, no, Champ! No!"
But she didn't really want the dog to stop. Oh no, no, she would have died, absolutely
have died, if he had pulled away now. Each clicking lick of his tongue brought more
and more flashes of heat from her aroused pussy.
She loved it when he nuzzled his black nose between her swollen outer cuntlips,
shoving his nose in, those stiff hairs around his nose sending whirling sensations of lust
through her pussy. Oh God, God, he was tasting and smelling her cunt! Smell and taste
were a dog's way of turning on. Gently, delicately, he moved that long pink tongue
around her inner cuntlips now, dragging it up, up until he was touching her clit.
"Huhhhrrrrrr!"
Ellen's cries were more urgent now, more frantic as her excitement began to peak. He
was touching her clit continually now, panting on it, then moving his tongue up and
down, up and down over her clit. Ellen was so excited she thought she was going to
lose control and piss on the bed!
"Champ... ohhhhhhh my God, lick me! There! Oh God, lick my pussy!"
A dog. Again, the thought of an animal fucking her shot through her mind, made her
hesitate. But could she push him away? Could she kick off the creature that was
sending such lovely sensations flowing through her cunt, through her confused mind?
And even if she could, would she really want to?
Champ was so completely uninhibited. It was almost like having her husband back with
her, wedged between her knees as he ate at her cunt. Oh yes, yes, Doug used to love to
eat her pussy, hold her thighs apart and mouth her cunt before sliding up to fuck her.
"Ohhhhhh..." Now there was a dog, not a man, between her shivering thighs. Oh yes,
Ellen was acutely aware of the fact that there was an animal between her legs. And yet
it was somehow better that she kept her eyes closed.
"Champ, Champ..." Her voice was softer now, certainly not threatening as she called
out her pet's name. A dog. Yes, a dog, her dog. Biting her lower lip until it bled, Ellen
reached down with one hand, fanning out her fingers, dragging them over her spitslicked 
belly until she felt the dog's pointed nose, his soft tongue. She felt with her
fingers at the squishy mess between her legs. He had drenched her cuntal hairs with his
spit! They were all slicked down against her pussy mound. Ellen trembled, feeling her
thighs, then moving her fingers back to her cunt. The dog twisted his head to one side
and began lapping at her fingers, tickling the sensitive spots between them, finally
licking at her palms.
Ellen went crazy. Moving her ass up and down in rapid, fucking movements, she was
giving the dog more of her cunt to eat. Yes, yes, she wanted him to have it all, every
square inch of her throbbing, pulsating pussy meat. The bed groaned and squeaked
while the head-board clattered against the wall. Her legs snapped together, then relaxed
and flopped back down to the mattress while she tossed her head more madly than
before.
"Huhhhrrrrr!"
An animal! Yes, she was fucking with an animal. And she was no better than the beast
wedged between her knees now. He was licking her all over, dragging his tongue over
the bottom of her ass, lapping back into the tight split of her ass cheeks. He had nearly
touched her asshole! And now he was going back to her cunt. Yes, she wanted him
there, touching her pussy, dragging that wonderful tongue over her cuntal split, up to
her clit, where most explosions of unspeakable delight made her gasp with excitement.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Ellen tried to fight the lust she felt, tried to push the dog's head away again. But
Champ growled, pressed harder against her. It was impossible. Her arms trembled, her
fingers curled once again behind his furry pointed ears. The woman gave up all
attempts at trying to get away from the beast and started pressing her swollen cunt back
up against his muzzle. That tongue, that terrible, wonderful pink tongue, was washing
up and down her cuntal crack. So good, so shamelessly good!
Her clit burned from the steady licking friction. The places between her toes tingled
strangely. Grunting, gasping, beating her legs against the bed, Ellen fanned her fingers
out along the big dog's neck, holding him to her. With another moan of delight, she
found herself raising her feet from the bed, inching her knees back, back until they
were nearly pressed against her big tits.
"Ohhhhh my God... what... what am I doing to myself?"
She was in the fucking position, spreading her legs for Champ! And it felt so good!
Every tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled back now, her pussy given up to the hungry
dog.
Champ obliged the desperate woman, licking her soaking cunt. That touch, that touch
and her spread position made her gasp and babble to him as he lapped her cunt. She
brought her feet together at the sides of his head and stroked him with her toes. The
feel of his warm fur against her soles made her snap her head to the side. Drool oozed
from the corners of her mouth as she raised her ass.
"Fuck it... ohhhhh my God, do it, do it, do it to me!"
Could the dog understand her? Did it really matter? All that mattered was that fucking
motion that let her feel the animal's teeth brushing up first against one cuntlip, then the
other. And when he touched her clit, she thought she was going to go crazy with desire.
"Uhhhhh... ooooooohhh!"
Ellen didn't care about her daughter, didn't care about her husband or her loneliness
for now. All that mattered was her pussy and the dog, that wonderful German shepherd
licking her cunt. That smacking sound, punctuated with his little whimpers of
appreciative delight, made her growl. Oh, oh, this was the loveliest thing that had
happened to her in years! It was driving her insane.
"Huhhhhhhh!"
Close! Very very close now. She worked her ass around in frantic circles now, crying
through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her body.
Champ's licking tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the
more pleasure he seemed to bring to her pussy. If only she could have that feeling of
being fucked, of having a cock fucking into her, squeezing through her hot, tight wet
cunt meat! But no, that was impossible. And she certainly wasn't about to let that
animal fuck her with his... no, no, that was out of the question!
"God!"
Her cuntal walls spasmed. She could feel the tense muscles around the rubbery rim of
her pussy trying to grab the animal's black nose. She was quivering, teetering on the
brink of orgasm. The big muscles in her ass and thighs cramped. She kicked her feet
high, fanned her toes until they cramped.
"Ohhhhh God, I can't... I can't believe this... I just can't!"
Soon. Very, very soon! The room whirled about the frantic woman. Champ let out a
small yap, then nuzzled his maw against her juice-slicked cuntlips. She felt the tender
membranes of her pussy convulse. If a man's prick were in her, she'd be milking it
now. Oh yes, yes, she would feel her muscles cramping in around the cock, holding it
tightly while her clit threatened to explode. But no, no, there was no prick here. Just
Champ's tongue. And, at least for now, that was more than enough.
"Cock!"
Pronouncing that word hurried her along onto her storm of climax. She pitched on the
bed, fucking her cunt against the dog's parted jaws. His teeth scraped her pussy flesh
teasingly, the resulting tickle bringing babbling groans of sexual fury from her throat.
Ellen cried out again and again, raking her fingers over his fur, pulling him more
tightly against her. She jerked her legs up once more, gently scissoring them around the
dog's body. She wanted to hold him in place, keep him there until the final spasms of
her cum had ebbed.
"Cummmmmm!" The world could hear her and she didn't care.
Ellen was going to pop off, cum with the dog. And oh, how beautiful it would be! He
was going to stay with her, stay with her while she came and came and came. Ellen let
out another gasp, holding the dog tightly, feeling his muscles trembling nearly as hard
as hers as she felt her cunt wind up for the big climax.
She tossed her head, feeling her hair splashing in soft tangles over her throat. Her
thighs were tensed now, filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the heat surging up her
thighs and belly. She quivered and thrashed, completely out of sync! Ellen lost control
of her body. She moved like a woman possessed by a demon.
Wild, half delirious, Ellen bucked and jerked as Champ kept licking and nuzzling
against her convulsing cunt. Hot pussy juice flowed from her fuzzy fuck hole and
flooded out onto his snout. The wet, smacking sounds of the dog's cunt-lapping were
louder than ever before.
"Cummmmmm!"
Writhing in wild abandon, Ellen came slowly, jerking like a speared fish. In the end,
she finally fucked her fingers into her cunt as Champ whimpered and licked her
pumping, white knuckles.
"Mmmmmmm..." The spasms had blown away any concept of time. When Ellen finally
opened her eyes, she found the dog lying next to her, his snout nuzzling up against her
thighs. She looked a little puzzled as she stared at him.
Had she actually done it? Had she really climaxed with this... this German shepherd?
For a moment she thought it must have been some horrible, erotic daydream she had.
Surely she wouldn't stoop to that level! She wouldn't let a dog touch her, eat out her
pussy!
But then reality began to trickle in. She had done it, had opened herself to the big dog
and let him lick her pussy. She had had the opportunity to chase him away. She could
have driven him out of the bedroom and resumed her finger-fucking. But she had let
the beast push her back onto the bed. And then...
Dangerous thoughts swirled around her, thoughts that might have driven her mad.
Ellen disregarded them. She would think about all that later. Right now, she was feeling
nicely warm, relaxed. It wasn't a feeling she was used to.
Again, she tried to deal with what had happened to her, but again her mind closed it
off. She sat up in bed, looking down as Champ rested his head in her lap and looked up
with brown eyes. Ellen found herself smiling. Reaching down with one hand, she
ruffled his fur.
"You crazy dog. Crazy?" she wondered out loud, blinking her eyes. "Oh no, I'm the
crazy one."
Champ nuzzled closer, pressing his black nose against her belly.
Ellen sat like that for several moments, then pushed the animal way and got up from
the bed. She put her gown back on and padded down the hall, Champ following closely
behind. She opened the refrigerator and dug around until she found some hamburger
meat she had taken from the freezer earlier to thaw. It would be his reward.
Unwrapping the package, Ellen dumped the red meat into Champ's bowl, then set it
down in front of the sink. Stepping back, she watched him go after it hungrily,
gobbling down the meat. Ellen bit her lip. He was just an animal, really. And yet he'd
done things to her that had had an almost human approach.
"I think I'm losing my mind," she whispered, shaking her head, then walking into the
living room.
It was so quiet and peaceful in there. Nothing indicated what had happened moments
ago upstairs. Her thoughts drifted now to Kathy. How could she be such a hypocrite,
not allowing her daughter to go to an innocent party when she... she had gone upstairs
and let the dog lick her pussy?
"I won't be a hypocrite," Ellen whispered to herself, sitting down on the sofa and
resolving to be more tolerant of her daughter.


Chapter 6

"So she let you? Far out!"
Anna was drinking some punch, punch someone had spiked in spite of her mother's
supervision of the party. Kathy was holding a small glass in one hand, eyeing some of
the guys standing around the Ping-Pong table. Rock music blared from the stereo while
some couples danced nearby.
"I don't understand it," Kathy said, sipping the spiked punch and making a face as she
swallowed. "Wow! What's in this stuff?"
"Gin."
The two girls giggled, took another sip, then turned around to watch the dancing. Her
mother had surprised her that Saturday afternoon in relenting suddenly, allowing her to
go to the party the following evening, only insisting she should be home by eleven.
Kathy had fought her on that point, then decided to let her mother have her way. After
all, she had managed to get to this party where Keith Morris was going to be a guest.
That would be enough for now. Perhaps later she could push for more.
"There he is. God, he's so dreamy," Anna sighed, taking another sip of her punch.
"Yeah..." Kathy had purposely chosen one of her shorter skirts to wear, also wearing a
tight-fitting white cotton blouse that revealed her full tits. Her mother was preoccupied
with some legal briefs she had brought home from the office and didn't notice her
outfit. Thank God! Ellen would have freaked if she'd seen her daughter prancing out
like that, her panties nearly visible at the hemline of her skirt.
"Wonder if he brought anybody to the party," Anna said, craning her neck to see if
there were any girls near him.
"Some guy came in... oh God, they're coming on over here," Kathy said in a tense
whisper.
"Kathy, don't be so obvious," Anna said, smiling nervously at the approaching hunk.
"You're spilling punch on the floor."
Kathy felt transfixed as the handsome football player sauntered up to them.
"Hi, Anna. Thanks for inviting me to the party. This is my cousin Jeff from Cincinnati.
He's in town for a while and I thought I'd bring him along," Keith said, clapping his
arm around a tall, thick-muscled blond smiling openly at the two girls.
"Hi. Hope I'm not crashing in," Jeff said, brushing away a stray lock from his eyes.
Kathy looked them over. They were both handsome, all right, but she still preferred
Keith's darker looks, his more mischievous attitude. His black hair, dark mustache and
that square chin and high forehead all added to the Cossack appearance of the
handsome football player. Kathy thought she was melting into the floor, then realized
she was standing there holding that punch glass, saying absolutely nothing. Keith must
have thought she was a moron or something. Kathy tried desperately to think of
something intelligent to say.
"Practicing for the season next fall?" she managed to squeak.
"Getting ready for it, but haven't had much practice in it. Jeff plays for his team back in
Cincy. He's a fullback, just like me," Keith said, flashing a broad smile at Kathy.
Oh God, God, I'm going to do something dumb, she kept thinking as they chatted for
the next few minutes. The music seemed to grow louder. Anna disappeared for a few
moments, dragging Jeff with her and leaving Kathy alone with the stud. There was an
uneasy pause, then Keith drew a little closer to her.
"It's kinda noisy down there, don't you think?" he said, his eyes sparkling.
Kathy swallowed a lump of excitement. What was he leading up to? In her heart, she
knew and felt terror.
"I... I guess so."
She took another drink and felt the liquor burning down her throat. Mrs. Granger
would have an absolute fit if she were to find out about the punch!
There was another pause, then Keith moved closer. She could feel his arm brushing
against hers, the black hairs tickling her flesh. That light touch made her skin flush,
burn with arousal! God! She nearly spilled the punch again.
"What about us looking for some place more quiet, to talk," he suggested.
Was he serious? Was it a come-on? Did she really care? Kathy shrugged, put down her
punch glass and looked nervously around. Would others see her sneaking off with
Keith? It was all so innocent, wasn't it? He just wanted some fresh air, some quiet place
to talk to her. That was flattery enough. They had barely met and already she was
thinking of all kinds of things they might be doing together.
"Come on."
He took her hand and led her away, up the stairs. Flashing one last look down the
stairs, she saw Anna dancing with Jeff. Her best friend was giving her a knowing wink,
a wink that made the girl blush furiously. How dare Anna think anything was going to
happen? How dare she?
"Hey, upstairs. I don't think anyone's around up there."
Kathy hesitated, pulling back. She could still hear the music drifting up. There was
safety down there, a safety one part of her didn't want to let go of.
"I'm not going to try anything. I just want to talk," Keith insisted, stretching out one
hand again and moving up the stairs.
"Oh, okay."
His palm was warm, warm and big and muscular.
All the lights had been left on as a precaution by Mrs. Granger. But that didn't prevent
Kathy and Keith slipping down the corridor, moving along one empty bedroom after
another until they came to one near the bath. Keith peered in, then pulled the reluctant
teen in.
Kathy followed, knowing she should have pulled away from him. Nice girls just didn't
go into rooms like these with strangers. He shut the door. He was standing there,
looking around, his hands jammed in his pockets. There was something absurdly casual
about all this. And right there, right there in front of them both, was the bed! Kathy felt
the blood rushing to her face and wished she hadn't come upstairs.
"Big house."
"Yes, I guess," Kathy murmured, wondering how on earth she could get out of this
gracefully.
A few more moments passed.
"You know, I've watched you a lot."
The words made the girl freeze. She drew one hand up to her face, passing her fingers
over her lips. A strange quiver passed over her body, a quiver that made her cuntlips
swell, fold over one another. Yes, she could feel her pussy swelling open just as it had
the night when Champ... but no, she wasn't going to think about that any longer. She
had told herself that the dog incident was just a passing quirk, something that
happened and wouldn't occur again.
"Really? I... I didn't think you knew I was around. I mean," she added, dropping her
eyes modestly to the floor, "more around than the other girls. You're just too... "
"Popular?"
There was something cocky, something arrogant about him that attracted Kathy. He
wasn't like so many of the other boys who kept stumbling around, groping for words.
He had all of them at his fingertips, it seemed. She wondered how many other girls he'd
managed to get up to bedrooms like this. She dropped her hands to her sides, wiping
her palms on her skirt. Suddenly she felt terribly naked and vulnerable.
"Well, I guess so. It's just that... well, you're a football star and all that and I thought...
well, you had enough girls."
He shrugged.
"But I bet you're something different. Guess that's what attracted me to you in the first
place. There's just something different about you."
Kathy felt another shiver rush up and down her spine. He was turning on. She knew it,
could feel it in the way he talked, in the way he stared at her. He was walking toward
her slowly.
"Keith..." That was all she could say.
His hand touched her waist, her shoulder, drew her closer to him. Panting, feeling her
mind whirling about, the girl tilted her face up and parted her lips slightly. She
remembered to lick them an instant before the stud's mouth came down.
"Ummmmmm!"
It was more than she had expected – much more. Oh, the touch of his lips against hers,
the touch of his tongue trying to spear through them was nearly overwhelming. She felt
her knees buckling, pressing against Keith's for support. He was so warm, so hot! She
curved her body up against his chest and belly, feeling both his hands roaming over her
back. Things were happening to her body, strange things that made her feel uneasy
about herself. A sudden glow washed over her skin as the athlete's hands roamed over
her body. Heat concentrated in her cunt, making her pussy swell even more. A knot of
delicious tension formed between her belly and cunt as the excitement grew and grew.
"Ohhhhhh, Kathy..." He was whispering her name now, kissing the side of her neck,
then the base of her throat.
Her thighs were warm where his cock-bulge was. She could feel the rigid swelling of his
cock growing, actually growing, getting hard and stiff against her! It was the moment
when she should be pulling away. But something kept her there. She held onto him,
leaving her hip there where his prick was growing. Then she moved slightly and
cinched her arms around his neck as he searched her lips with the tip of his tongue. Oh
yes, yes, he was an expert at this! He was used to having girls at his feet, panting for his
attention. And from this little bit of sexual play, Kathy could see why.
"Maybe we should be going downstairs before... before..." She was too ashamed to
finish the sentence.
"Before things go too far?" he asked, pulling away from her and staring down.
Kathy felt his hot gaze. It seemed to penetrate to her very soul!
"It's just that... that I'm not that kind of girl... you know, one to fool around like this.
I've never gone this far with a guy," she admitted, again feeling her cheeks burn with
shame. Why should she be embarrassed? Her mother would have been proud of her at
this point.
And then he was back on her mouth again, kissing her hard, so hard her lips pressed
against his front teeth while her tongue tasted his for the first time. Frenching! It took
on a whole new meaning for the young girl as Keith held her firmly.
"You want something, baby. You really want something from me even though you're
not saying anything about it," Keith said, pulling away and staring more hotly at her
than before. That look, that hungry, wolflike look reminded her of something. What?
Oh God, memories of that horrible dog! No, no, she couldn't have that ruining this
beautiful moment.
"I... I don't know what I want," Kathy admitted.
"Then let me show you."
"Please..." What was she going to beg for? What was she going to ask him to do, or not
do? Her mind was so confused, so out of focus from the excitement rushing through
her. It was all those conversations with Anna coming true right here, right upstairs
above her friend's head. What would Anna say? What would she advise Kathy to do?
She seemed so easy to manipulate. Wouldn't it be better if she held off? Wouldn't he
respect her more, give more of himself to her in the end? Those were all fine arguments
for the classroom, or over a soda. But now she was alone with him in the bedroom, that
bed touching the backs of her legs. She was doing things, doing daring things she never
would have thought possible.
"Ohhhhhh..." Moving her hands down his chest, she fanned out her fingers against the
warm flesh, opening the buttons, moving her hands down, down until she passed over
the hardness of his belt buckle and rubbed over his cock-bulge. Keith sucked in a
ragged breath, his smile fading at that light, teasing touch.
"Want it, baby?"
The question was soft, but the words burned in her brain.
"I... I don't know. I..." Kathy felt confused, strange. His cock-bulge was pulsing against
her palm. Keith held her more tightly, rubbing his groin against her hand, telling her
things, terrible things about what he was going to do to her when he got her undressed.
"Ohhhh, you've got one nice body. I've seen you sometimes at the pool behind the
school," Keith whispered, flicking his tongue in her ear.
Kathy shivered, digging her chin against his chest. Her hand still moved up and down
against the cock-bulge, her mind filled with all kinds of stories about guys cocks. She
had seen all those dumb pictures in sex education class. Some of them were mildly
arousing. But none of them turned her on – certainly not like this, with Keith's prick
throbbing up against her hand.
"I do? Have a nice body, I mean?"
"You've got one hell of a body, Kathy. Better than most of the cheerleaders I've fucked."
The frankness of his statement shocked her – shocked and excited her. She smiled,
feeling her chest tighten, her mouth grow dry as he kept hunching against her. What
on earth would that cock be like? Would his prick feel like a hot sausage or something
like that in her hand when it came out? Surely his fucker would be coming out soon,
resting up against her palm, throbbing against her fingers. The thought that Keith
would be taking out his prick, rubbing it up against her hand and then... then fucking
her, maybe, made the girl let out a desperate little cry.
"Kiss me again, Kathy."
The girl was going out of control, just as she had flown off the handle when Champ
licked her clit. She moaned then squeezed the lump in Keith's pants. He kissed her and
his tongue wiggled back to her throat.
Kathy was in a whirlpool of sensuality. Unbelievably, she felt his fingers wrapping
around hers, moving her hand down to his zipper. She felt the zipper tab, felt it going
down, down, opening his pants. There was a rush of hot air against her fingers!
"Nooo!" she protested, tearing away from his sucking mouth.
"Yes, Kathy. Yes!"
Keith was sliding his right hand up under her blouse. She felt him working one button
loose, then another, and then another. She had purposely not worn a bra that evening,
wanting to startle Keith and the others with her full, well-developed tits. She had done
all too well with that. Oh, how her nipples ached to be touched, to be rubbed by this
big stud!
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.
He parted the thin cotton material, moving his mouth down to the base of her throat,
tonguing her flesh, then moving down farther. Kathy closed her eyes and went limp as
his mouth touched her tit, then closed around the hard nipple. He was sucking on her
tit, sucking and nibbling around the hard flesh while flashing his tongue up and down
over the nipple. Kathy thought she was going to fall to the floor. She leaned against the
strong arm at the back of her neck as Keith's tongue kept brushing over and over her
spit-soaked tit. Her nipple growing, actually swelling with his oral touch. It was so
beautiful, so terribly beautiful! His hands were grabbing at the hem of her skirt.
"Keith..." He was pushing her back, fumbling with the zipper of her skirt. In a moment
she felt the garment come off in his hands, falling around her ankles. He smoothed her
blouse back over her shoulders and dropped it too. She caught his wrist when he
touched her panties.
"Please, leave them on," she begged.
Keith smiled and nodded, stepping back and taking off his shirt.
Oh God, God, what was she getting into?


Chapter 7

Keith was unzipping his Levi's now, having tossed his shirt on top of her blouse and
skirt. Kathy's fingers trembled as she pressed them against her sides. In the distance,
she could still hear the steady thudding of the rock music in the basement. Mrs.
Granger was probably in the kitchen making more punch, unaware of the gin being
slipped into the mix, unaware of the seduction going on just above her head.
"Ohhhh..." Kathy heard the rub of the cotton over his thighs. She closed her eyes. It
was too much. It was something she couldn't look at. Not just now!
"Come on, Kathy, come on..." It was the same self-assured comments from him that
had led her up here. Now he was guiding her along a path she had always dreamed of
but never, never thought she'd be on for a long time.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
He said nothing, drawing her to him again. His hands felt different, more erotic now as
she stood there half naked in front of him. Then something very hot, very stiff and hard
touched the nylon front of her panties. Keith hugged her small body closer and she felt
the thick, long shaft of his prick!
"Ohhhhhh!"
A cock! A man's prick was touching her, brushing up against her pussy! The shock
made her flinch back. Keith caught her, holding her firmly while moving his hips from
side to side. A prick! Oh God, God, she should be running out the door, grabbing her
clothes along the way. But again something stopped her. She stood there, her body
shaking, trembling as if she were having a fit. She was still terrified. But Kathy wanted
to see what more he would do, what new thrills he would give her body.
"Like it?"
"I... don't know."
Keith laughed easily, that arrogant laugh that made her shiver.
"You know, if Anna's mom were to come up here and find us I'd have to leave town,"
he said.
"Me too, I guess," Kathy said, fighting for her breath.
"Don't worry. She's not gonna come up here. She's got too much on her hands down
below. And your girlfriend's not gonna fink on us," Keith said.
He was right. Of course, Anna would want a full report. If Kathy could take pictures
now, she was sure her friend would want them.
"And I'm gonna be with the finest body in school," he whispered, tonguing her throat.
"That's... uhhhh... that's not true," she protested weakly.
"Really. I like girls thin like you. How much do you weigh? You couldn't be over a
hundred pounds."
"Ninety-five pounds," she gasped.
Keith chuckled, then lowered his face to hers once again, covering her mouth with his.
He was touching her ass now, kneading each plump asscheek. Even through the nylon
covering, that touch felt good. She rocked her hips, feeling his cock gouging against her
pussy, then sliding up to her belly. Kathy felt some of her former courage melting away.
His cock seemed so big, so stiff.
She remembered telling Anna about how she wanted to be fucked, really fucked hard.
But she was so dumb about sex, like a child at times. She had never made herself really
cum hard. It had taken that awful animal, that... that dog to do that for her. And now
she was alone with this super stud. Kathy felt like putty in his hands.
"Ohhhhh, Kathy, you're so good and fine."
"Am I?"
Oh, she was in this room, undressed, and in the arms of this naked man! Her cuntal
walls fluttered, then buckled with arousal. She knew what her body wanted. But would
she have the courage to go all the way?
Keith smoothed one of his hands around her hips, sliding his fingers down her flat belly
until he could curl them around her nylon-covered cuntal mound. She stood on tiptoes
as he rubbed the damp nylon up between her cuntlips. Kathy hissed through her
clenched teeth. Oh, he was so good, so very good at making her feel like a real woman.
There were forces at work in her body now, forces making her feel so very weak, so
very, very breathless.
"Ohhhhhhh..." He pushed her backward a few more inches! Kathy gasped again. It was
the edge of the big bed. She leaned forward, still unsure about all this. And then in an
instant she was pitching backward, falling on her ass. The bed groaned and squeaked as
Keith crawled on top of her, smothering her with kisses.
"Don't... ohhh my God, don't... don't do this to me."
But she was wanting it, wanting it with every inch of her body. He pushed forward,
shoving her shoulders down against the coverlet, licking her nipples with his tongue,
sucking at her tits and moving his hands around and around her cunt. He was so good,
so very good at all this. Were all men as exciting as this?
"Ohhhhhh!"
She dug her fingernails at the nape of his neck, guiding his face over her tits. He
complied, sucking first one tit, then the other.
"Kathy... Kathy..." His hipbones ground against hers, his knees pressing outward
against her thighs. He was plowing the shaft of his cock up and down, up and down
against her bare belly. His hard cock meat felt hot against her skin. Oh God, God, it
was turning her on like a wild woman! She could feel the brush of his balls, feel the
way the tip of his cock was shaped. She wanted to look at his prick, to touch it. Did she
dare?
How was a girl supposed to behave under these circumstances?
"Ohhhhhh don't... "
"Kathy, Kathy, you're one hell of a... of a hard fuck," he whispered.
The word made her blush with shame. Was she kidding herself? Wasn't she giving
herself away like some kind of whore, the kind of girl her mother warned her against
becoming? Then the touch of his prick against her crotch nearly drove away her fears.
No, he wasn't going to fuck her. She wasn't going to let him. She would keep her
panties on, at least this time.
"Hot and fine... hot and fine," he groaned, moving his hands down to her ass once
more.
"Can... can I look at you once," she asked, feeling her heart ready to tear through her
ribcage.
"Huh? God, sure, sure!" He moved back.
Kathy tried to calm the trembling in her hand. She petted his muscular belly where the
hairs curled into his navel. Moving her hand down, down, she touched the stiff dark
curls near the base of his cock shaft. Finally, clenching her teeth from the tension, she
moved her fingers down until she felt the hard lump of cock meat wedged between
their bodies. His prick was big! Moving her hand around, she tried curling her fingers
around his cock – but she couldn't! Oh God, she couldn't! And he was going to try to
fuck that thing into her virgin cunt?
"Ohhhhh!"
"Like what you feel?" Keith asked, a smirk on his lips.
"It's so... oh, I don't know!"
"Big? Yeah. Most girls dig it. They say it makes 'em feel complete or something like
that," Keith said, shaking some sweat off his forehead.
Oh, he was so male, hairy and strong. And she was so naked and weak. That thought
gave her a little thrill. It was a kind of wild thrill for her to know that whenever he
wanted to, he could fuck her with that huge cock.
"You like it? You dig feelin' up my prick?"
"I just wanted to see what it was like. You're so big! I mean, are other guys...?"
"Big like me? Naw. Not many. I've got one of the biggest cocks on campus... from what
I can see in the showers," Keith said, chuckling at the girl's innocent question.
Kathy was surprised at how his prick felt. God, his cock was as hard as rock. But the
cock skin moved easily over that kind of hardness. And up at the end, the feel was
different. The cock head flared out and was spongy when she pushed a fingernail into
it. Keith grunted, squirming his hips. Even in the dim light, she could see that the head
of his prick was a different color.
"Hey, take it easy down there. You keep foolin' around with that mother and I'm gonna
squirt all over you," he moaned.
Thoughts of cum, of that white stuff that shot from cocks, raced through her mind.
Anna and she had giggled about that time and time again. It had sounded so messy
when the teacher talked about it in sex education class. But now she wasn't all that
sure. Wouldn't it be lovely feeling his hot cum spattering against her fingers, against
her belly?
"Christ. I'm gonna freak out with you touching me like that!"
Kathy dared to go further. She slipped her fingers back, back until she could gather up
his loose-hanging balls. Her breathing was tight, labored. She was doing things she
didn't know about, things that frightened her terribly. She didn't feel wrong right now,
or especially wicked. But she knew she had extended herself past what she normally
thought of as good, common sense. She didn't think Anna had actually felt up any
boys, even though Anna was pretty wild at times.
"Ohhhhhh man, man..." Kathy wasn't really thinking about what she was doing. Her
hands seemed to have a mind of their own. She fondled Keith's balls, feeling the shape
of them through the thin yet leathery skin. When she gently squeezed his balls, rolling
them against one another, she heard the big stud's breath catch. Yes, he liked that
feeling, liked her having touched his balls.
"Yeah, right! Christ, baby, and you say you haven't done something like this before?"
Keith moaned, rocking his hips against hers.
"No, I swear!"
Keith dropped his head again, kissing her neck hard, then moving down to her
shoulders. Kathy felt herself falling, falling into a deliciously black abyss. He was
kissing her small tits again, sliding fingers under the elastic band of her panties.
"No, don't... please, don't."
He was getting too frisky, too interested in getting her briefs off. Kathy's mind whirled.
Should she let him get under the nylon like that? Should she let him actually touch her?
It had seemed so easy to say yes when she'd thought about it in the abstract. It seemed
as if it would come naturally. But now, alone with Keith, she wasn't so sure.
His fingers grabbed at the underside of her cuntal mound, splitting the pussy crack and
pushing in deep. Kathy sucked in a ragged breath, shoving her chin into the big
athlete's shoulder. He was so big, so heavy. She knew he wanted to get her panties off,
wanted to fuck her! Yes, now that word scared her, now that she had an honest-to-God
man trying to slip his prick into her pussy.
"Please... please, Keith, don't... don't or I'll scream!"
She felt him stop.
"Okay, okay. For this time only, but don't ever try this again with me," he panted.
He was smoothing his hands down the sides of her body now, tracing the swell of her
slender hips. His cock had slipped lower, almost under her cuntal mound now. Kathy
had soaked her panty crotch with hot pussy juice as he pumped his cock against the
crack of her cunt.
"Oh! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
What a feeling! Kathy could tell where the fat head of his prick was. It was shoving the
sheer material of her panties up between her cuntlips. The new sensation felt
shockingly good. Kathy clamped her eyes shut, sucked in her bottom lip and rolled her
ass to increase the friction of her wet cuntlips against Keith's cock. The room, the party
downstairs, everything seemed to disappear behind the cloak of her rising sexuality. Her
wet pussy membranes were soaking his cock with cunt juice. It was exciting Keith too.
She could feel his uneven panting against the side of her neck. She knew he was going
to cum, going to shoot that white creamy stuff on her body!
"Kathy," he whispered anxiously.
Kathy wondered if she had control of the situation. She couldn't trust herself too much,
and certainly couldn't trust Keith. Would he try fucking his prick into her cunt? Oh no,
no, she wasn't quite ready to fuck yet!
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned involuntarily.
The tickling heat between her thighs was especially good when she teased her cuntal
mound away from Keith and let his cock just graze her clit. Her clit was good and hot
and hard now, better than the time she and Anna had fooled around. But then there
was the time with Champ, when her clit had risen out of her pussy meat just as hard as
now!
Again, thoughts of that horrible dog! Kathy jerked her head from side to side, trying to
knock out those images again. Would they never leave her?
"Oh yeah, Kathy, yeah, it's gonna be real good, real good."
Oh, it all felt so slick and wet down there. She had let Keith push her thighs apart and
now she couldn't be sure what had happened to her panties. They were still on, but her
cunt had gotten so slick, so hot. The velvety rub of the stud's cock head seemed to
exciting! Was he fucking her?
"Ohhhhh!"
Kathy was trying to slip a hand down to find out. She touched his prick shaft and balls,
finally found the steamy drenched place where her cuntlips had been pulled to the side.
"Oh God, nooooo!"
Her crotch panel had been twisted aside, stretched into the hollow between her thigh
and one swollen cuntlip. Keith's cock head was actually touching her cunt! His slick
prick tip was gliding up and down the slit of her pussy. Kathy shuddered with fear and
excitement. Why was it so exciting to know that his stiff cock was so close to her
cherry? But it was exciting, terribly so. Frantically, the girl tried pulling the narrow
band of nylon back over her cunt. But the soaked material slipped from her fingers.
Keith's prick gouged steadily at her pussy. He clutched her thin body up against him,
trapping her wrist between their grinding, sweaty bellies.
"Keith... oh God, you've got to stop now... oh please, listen to me!"
"Kathy..." Keith's open mouth was wet, sucking at her neck. She felt her chin slicked
down, tried to turn her face away. Keith caught her head with both hands and
smothered her protests with a long, hard kiss. She whimpered, still trying to twist away
from that cock trying to fuck her.
Her nostrils flared in fear and confusion as he fucked his hips harder and harder
against her. He was trying to slide down, trying to change the angle of his cock against
her cunt.
Kathy knew why. Oh yes, yes, she knew all too well he was going to fuck his cock into
her pussy if she wasn't careful. Crying out again, the girl beat at his back with her small
fists, driving her heels against the backs of his legs. This had gone too far. She had
played with fire, and now she was going to get burned! He had found that narrow
shallow spot where she knew her cherry lay. He was stretching it! Oh God, God, it hurt
her so!
"No! Oh please... please stop it, Keith, stop it!"
"Kathy... it feels so good. I'm gonna fuck you, baby."
Kathy couldn't do anything to stop him. He had her pinned helplessly to the bed. She
couldn't even get her hands down to make him stop trying to fuck her. A sob choked
her voice. Again, the girl wondered why she had let this thing go so far. Why hadn't
she known how it must be for a man when he was so close to that steamy, slick fuck
hole?
"God!"
The steady, sleek friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her as well,
something more turbulent than the girl could have dreamed. Climax, orgasm, cum.
They were just words before, even when the dog was licking her cunt earlier. The
building tension, the mounting thrill seemed to invade every nerve ending of her body.
This was better, far better than with Champ. There was a man between her legs now, a
man making her feel the rising sensation. She could hardly breathe from the
excitement! Kathy's muscles ached as she struggled under the weight of Keith's
writhing body. Making everything better in an awful kind of way was the danger of his
spearing prick. She wanted him to fuck her – and yet she was deathly afraid of what his
cock would actually do to her pussy.
"Gonna go for it! Uhhhh... gonna..." He was close, about to cum! Kathy gritted her
teeth and twisted her body around some more, still trying to keep his prick out of her
cunt, away from her cherry.


Chapter 8

"Oh yeah, yeah, Kathy! Christ!"
But Kathy wasn't as carried away as Keith. Whenever he tried to push against the soft
hollow of her cunt, she tilted her thighs so he would slide up along her pussy slit again
and again, slipping over her pulsing hot clit. The room spun around more and more,
grew blurry as her eyes rolled back in her head. If only she could hold out for a few
more seconds. If only she could keep him from popping her cherry! She was so close.
Keith bucked his hips forward with a moan. Kathy responded by tilting her hips again,
and her swollen cuntlips slid out from under his probing prick once more. And then
she could feel something hot flooding out of his cock-head and splashing over her stiff
little clit. that was it! With a wild cry, Kathy began to cum.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" She cried out again and again, bucking her ass wildly against the
frantic young man on top of her.
The slimy cum filled her cunt slit as the cock shaft slopped back and forth. Pleasure
soared through her body – a demanding, hungry pleasure more frightening and exiting
than anything in her life. She felt her cuntlips being smeared with his jot jizz, felt the
sharp jets of cum each time Keith's balls unloaded. He was going crazy on top of her,
letting his full weight crush her into the mattress. Frantic to get his cock inside, he
made one last jab at her cherry. But the spurting, slick cum frothed out again and he
slipped sideways, spattering gobs of the white stuff down the insides of her thighs.
Gasping loudly, the girl wiggled her ass to feel the cock rub against her clit once more.
Keith grabbed her plump ass cheeks and pumped against her like a maniac. "Ohhhhh,"
Kathy groaned minutes after the stud had shot off his cum-load. "That's wonderful...
just wonderful!"
"You were something else. But you were a little afraid of letting me in, huh?"
He was holding her by the chin now, smiling down at her.
Kathy felt ill at ease, looking up at the big man. Should she have let him pop her
cherry? She had gone so far, had let him strip her, see her, and touched his cock, had
felt his jizz spattering against her pussy. Why couldn't she have let him go all the way
and penetrate her cherry?
"I'm so confused," she whispered.
"There'll be other times. But now we've gotta get dressed or Anna'll be coming up here
looking for us," Keith said, swinging his legs over the bed and fishing around in the
pile of clothes near the bed.
Kathy didn't really want him to get up so quickly, to start dressing. It had felt so good
to have her body warmed and pressed by his. But she realized it would be best if they
went back down to join the kids in the recreation room. There would be other times.
She was sure of it.
"I'd better go to the bathroom," she told him.
As Kathy tiptoed down the hall, warm strings of his cum oozed down her legs. She felt
a little guilty about the whole thing. But the excitement was still there, pushing out any
sense of guilt that might be too overwhelming. She had entered a whole new world,
discovering something about herself that was thrilling. Of course, she had begun that
discovering with Champ wedged between her knees, licking her cunt again and again,
making her cum in his mouth! Oh, that horrible thought again! That terrible image of
the animal against her body, his tongue skewering her pussy, slicking down all the
bumps and hollows while she bucked and thrashed against his maw! Leaning against
the bathroom doorway and closing her eyes, Kathy thought of Champ, thought of his
warm, furry sides, then thought of Keith as he climbed on top of her and pumped his
prick against her pussy. In some ways, there was little difference between the two. She
had cum hard, hard with both... things!
"No, no, I won't get things confused," Kathy told herself.
She would clean herself up, dress, then get back down to the party. Standing there in
the shower, letting the water wash off the thick globs of white cum still on her thighs
and legs and ass, Kathy wondered about herself, wondered about her awakening
sexuality. Was she turning out to be a bad girl? Was she turning out to be a slut?
Again the blonde teenager pushed that idea out of her mind. Later, she would think of
it.
Right now she and Keith had to get down to the party, back to the kids, cover their
little incident. And then?
There would be another time. Oh yes, yes, she thought, stepping from the shower and
drying herself off. There had to be another time, there just had to. Keith was more than
dreamy! He was the answer to all her problems, the light showing her the way into a
whole new life! Oh yes, yes, she would see him again – if she had to sneak out of her
house to do it!
Anna and Kathy had their little talk while Keith swaggered back to several of his
buddies near the punch bowl. The two teenagers were beside themselves with giggles,
Anna telling her friend to fuck him the next time. Of course there was the problem
with Kathy's mother. Ellen had let her go to the party, and Kathy had returned home
fifteen minutes before the set curfew. Although pleased with her daughter's
performance, Ellen was still unsure about letting her go out again so soon. She told
Kathy this the following day when the girl asked for permission to go to a movie with
Anna. The definite no sent the girl sulking about the house, leaving Ellen unsure of her
decision.
Ellen's uncertainty applied to her own life as well. Things hadn't gone too well for her
since the animal had attacked her the other day.
Kathy had excused herself from dinner early and run upstairs to her room to watch TV.
It wasn't at all what Ellen had planned. Of course, nothing lately had been what she'd
planned. She had been hoping for a quiet conversation with her daughter, a talk to find
out why they had drifted so far apart and how they could get back together. But, from
Kathy's sullen face, she could see there would be no talking at this point. Having placed
the dishes in the washer, Ellen closed the door, about to turn on the machine when she
heard something behind her. At first she thought it might be Kathy. But when she
turned around she saw it was Champ in the doorway, standing there as he had stood
several days ago in her bedroom.
"Ohhh!"
Champ trotted up to her, then moved down behind her. At first Ellen thought he was
just trying to be friendly. After all, the other day might have been an accident, a freak
of nature, so to speak. She reached down to pet him. But the dog ducked away then
pushed his nose under her skirt. She felt him nuzzling between her ass cheeks before
she could turn. Her mouth opened wide as she staggered back, her spine striking the
edge of the sink. Then his tongue lapped hotly against her swollen cuntlips.
"No, don't!"
That feeling! It was back again, that horrible sensation of his tongue creating all those
delicious rushing sensations in her cunt. Ellen fought for her sanity, her ass pressed
hard against the counter. Her daughter was watching television. She couldn't be letting
this happen, not here, with her daughter only a few seconds away!
"No, don't... don't..." She reached down and struck the dog's furry back. Champ
dodged away, but caught her again as she moved to the refrigerator. He let out a low
growl, driving his tongue up her ass crack once more. It was a hard enough thrust to
wet her asshole. Ellen felt her skin flush as she staggered against the wall, her fingers
curling.
"Jesus! Don't... don't do this to me, Champ. For God's sake, don't!"
The dog dipped his head, let his tongue loll out of his mouth. She could see his white
fangs, his glinting eyes. She started for the doorway. But this time Champ darted up,
wedging his shoulders between her knees and wetting down her cunt completely.
"No... no!"
Ellen was panting with excitement and confusion. She kicked back, stumbled forward,
her fingers gripping the plaster around the ill doorway. Her knees were buckling. It was
happening all over again. She was giving in to the beast, giving in to the animal inside
her as well. In a few moments she'd be on the floor, helpless under the cunt-licking
animal. And at any moment her daughter could come down the stairs for a glass of
milk and find her mother thrashing around under Champ's licking. Oh God, she would
never be able to handle her daughter again.
The phone! The jangling of the bell seemed to startle Champ too. He backed off, letting
Ellen stagger to the phone and pick it up.
"Oh, Anna. Yes, Kathy's upstairs. I didn't think about it very much," Ellen said, trying
desperately to compose her voice and thoughts.
The dog stood there in the doorway, his head tilted to one side, his tongue still hanging
out of one corner of his mouth. Ellen felt her fingers gripping the phone tightly, her
knees knocking together while she stared at the big animal. She was hardly listening to
the girl babbling over the phone. It was something about going out... the movie, of
course! This was the night Kathy was supposed to go out with her friend, and Ellen had
said no. Now, staring at the big animal panting several feet in front of her, the woman
had an idea – a horrible idea, one she couldn't believe she was giving in to.
"No, of course. I'm sorry she didn't call. I'm sure she'll be there shortly," Ellen panted,
turning away from the German Shepherd, then hanging up the phone. She called up
the stairs to her daughter several times, trying not to think too much of the reason for
her sudden change of heart.
"What is it, mother?" Kathy finally answered from the second landing in a bored voice.
"That was your friend Anna. I've changed my mind," Ellen said, her voice dropping.
She wiped her damp palms against her dress, checking her voice, wondering if there
were any telltale quaverings her daughter would be able to pick up. She was being very
careful. "You can go to the movies. There's no sense in you staying at home here by
yourself." She turned, looking back down at the panting animal. Oh, how could she be
doing this, nearly casting her daughter out of the house so she could satisfy her own
perverse cravings? But she was doing it. And Kathy certainly didn't seem to mind at all.
"Oh wow! Thanks, Mom!" the girl said, skipping back to her room to change.
Ellen kept the German shepherd at arm's length for the time her daughter was in the
house. In fifteen minutes, Kathy was downstairs hugging her mother, telling her she
was glad and that she'd be back before midnight. Ellen stood there in the living room
doorway watching her daughter slip out the front door, feeling guilty, and yet knowing
she had no other choice.
"Champ," she breathed, closing the door and locking it.
There could be no going back now. She had crossed the line before and didn't want to
return. The last two days at the office had been more of a hell than she cared to
remember. All she could think about was sex. The men seemed to be watching her
more closely, to be making those horrible suggestions more often. And how her cunt
burned! Her fingers trembled, often dropping pencils and pens while her pussylips
swelled and rubbed sexily against one another. Time and time again she was on the
brink of accepting one of those lewd proposals. There would be a nooner, a quickie,
something vulgar and cheap. But it would be something that would take the edge off
her pulsing cunt.
In the end, of course, she had panicked and said nothing, wondering just how
wonderful one of those young lawyers would feel mounting her, holding her as he
fucked his prick into her pussy. That thought burned in her mind more and more, until
this evening she was mad with fuck-lust. Kathy's departure made it easier now for her
to... to do what?
"Champ?"
She knew what. The dog knew too. He got up and moved to her, nuzzling close,
mouthing her ankle.
"Oh God!"
Ellen closed her eyes, clenching and unclenching her fists. Her body swayed from side
to side a little drunkenly. Yes, yes, she was drunk, drunk with lust, a perverted lust for
the panting animal at her feet!
"Champ," she whispered a third time.
She could feel his sharp fangs. The animal was letting his teeth hurt her just a bit, just
enough to make thrills shoot up and down her legs. Her thoughts made her flush with
shame. She'd been thinking about how good it would be to lie down with the animal
once more, let him lick her pussy. Well, wasn't that the reason she had nearly chased
her daughter from the house?
"I must really be slipping," she whispered, rubbing her fingertips over her burning
forehead.
Yes, she was slipping, slipping back to the feelings that had driven her to the dog's
mouth before.
"Oh come on, Champ, come on," she whispered, patting her thighs.
The dog barked, raising his tail and wagging it from side to side as Ellen rushed up the
stairs. No, she wouldn't think about the moral consequences of what she was doing.
That would surely drive her mad. There could be no justification for her actions now
except that pulsing, burning itch between her thighs. But she wasn't going to endure
another night without relief! The dog was going to keep her from going insane with
frustration. She rushed down the darkened hall, panting so hard she could hardly catch
her breath.
The bedroom! Yes, she as inside it once more, facing the bed, the full-length mirror
mocking her at the other end. Champ had trotted in, jumped on the bed then turned
around and stared at her. She moved back to the door and locked it, just in case Kathy
might come home suddenly. No, her daughter must never find out.
"Ohhhhh!"
But now thoughts of Kathy and others disappeared from her mind as she began
stripping, watching her body in the mirror, glancing over at Champ who had plopped
down on the mattress and was now watching her disrobe. There was no mistaking the
sensations she felt in the damp, hot softness between her thighs. Yes, she wanted that
animal, wanted something quick and easy to satisfy her hot pussy.
Ellen finished stripping and now looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty well
preserved for someone in her thirties. Her tits sagged very little for being so large, and
she hadn't lost her small waist yet. And yes, she could see certain curves in herself that
Kathy had inherited. And then her eyes moved to Champ. It was a shock that nearly
took her breath away, seeing him sprawled out on her bed as he if belonged there.
"Oh, what am I doing?"
There was only a moment's hesitation. Fanning her fingers over her firm belly, she
wondered about how good she still looked. Perhaps if she had gone to fat she wouldn't
be bothered so much with her sexuality. Maybe if she didn't have a teenage daughter
who was starting to date she wouldn't be thinking about men, about... fucking!
Champ growled again.
"A dog..." She closed her eyes, thinking about Kathy, about the look on her face if she
were ever to find out about her mother. Then that moment of indecision was past. She
was moving to the bed, her tits jiggling and bumping against one another. She was
breathing hard now and her nipples had become thick, long nubs that had to be
touched. The wrong and right of what she was about to do was growing foggier. She
felt drawn toward this horrible, rebellious act. With a groan of frustration, Ellen sat
down on , the bed and swung her legs around, opening her self up to the cunt-hungry
dog.
"Ohhhhhh, Champ!"
The dog turned around and jumped excitedly up, drool from his tongue dripping onto
her belly. She flinched, wiggling her ass from side to side, feeling the warm spit slicking
down her stomach. He began licking her all over, dragging his tongue around her belly.
Reaching down, Ellen began guiding him upward, fanning her fingers around his head
while he licked and licked and licked. His pink tongue was so hot! She loved the
sensation and wondered why she had waited all this time for it!
"Yes... oh yes, Champ, touch me all over boy, touch me!"
Ellen wallowed her shoulders on the bed, breathless with the big dog's eagerness. His
coat tickled her naked flesh. The sensation of his furry body rubbing against her skin
drove her insane. She hooked one leg up and petted his back with her toes, bumping
his wagging tail, loving the sensation of his fur against her ankles. There could be no
getting around it. Ellen had let this happen, and even encouraged it. There could be no
more silent conversations with God, no more discussions with her conscience. She was
urging the dog to excite her and wanted more.
She rocked her body from side to side, feeling the animal's tongue slosh down her
thighs, down her ass crack until it was nearly on her asshole! Oh, to be covered in
doggie-spit! Sucking in a ragged breath, Ellen squirmed against the mattress, wondering
just how far she would go with the German shepherd this time.


Chapter 9

"Ohhhhhh!"
Ellen grabbed at the sheets, pulling at them, tearing at them with her fingers while the
backs of her naked legs flailed against the mattress. The dog was so good, so very very
good at his licking! Again and again the woman drew her knees together, hugging his
body, rubbing it with her naked flesh. Oh, there could be no feeling like that in the
world! Not even her ex-husband with all his experience could make her feel like... like
this!
"Champ!"
The dog was working on her legs now. Groaning, Ellen pushed her head back into the
pillow, letting her knees sag apart. There it was! Oh yes, yes, that tongue, that
wonderful, awful doggie-tongue dragging over the insides of her thighs, wetting them
down with spit! She could feel his saliva dribbling down into her pussy, feel it oozing
down her flesh.
Arching her spine, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress, Ellen wanted to feel
covered with spit, with that wonderful, wonderful dog servicing her aching, hot pussy
right now. Spreading her thighs even farther apart, she felt her cuntlips peeling stickily
back from her hot pussy meat.
"Champ!"
She barked out his name, sliding her fingers along his fur, pulling at it, drawing him
closer and closer to her body. Writhing there on the bed like a snake, Ellen blocked out
all thoughts except those that had to do with her pussy and her dog. Nothing else
mattered. Nothing else existed. Oh, how good it was to feel Champ pushing at her
pussy hungrily, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound. And then the dog was
licking upward, upward toward her clit!
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
She rolled from side to side like a boat tossed on a stormy sea, her legs parted for the
dog's muzzle. Champ growled soft and low, pushing in and out of her pussy, then
sniffing and panting in the steamy, soaked fuzzy hole of her cunt. Ellen kicked out one
leg, curling the toes until they cramped. Oh, how those tense thrills were building –
building to the climax she knew was just ahead!
The animal was growling that soft, smothered sound of lust she had heard before. Oh
yes, yes, he was getting so hot, so involved in her body. The thought that Champ was
her lover brought another surge of chills racing up and down her spine.
"My God!"
Raising her head from the pillow, Ellen looked down through her long lashes and saw
the dark-red spear of the dog's cock! The sight was enough to give her pause. She felt
herself slipping down from her sexual high a bit as she dug her fingernails against her
thighs and studied that long, knobby, thin dog-prick. It was so different from a man's
prick. It was so narrow, so weirdly pointed! There was a slickness about the dog's cock
that made the woman shiver with revulsion as well as excitement. Then Ellen realized
one part of her mind was wondering whether or not she could take something like that
in her pussy!
"No, no!"
She was shouting now, shouting to her other self, to the part of her mind that wanted
her to lie down and let the animal fuck her. No, she wouldn't let the beast touch her
that way. Licking cunt was one thing, a way to get off. But having the animal actually
slide on top of her, hold her down with his forelegs while he fucked his slimy cock into
her cunt was too much!
"Ohhhhh..." Another lick, this one far more sexy than the others, brought the woman
back down on the pillow. Yes, this feeling, this incredibly hot, tight feeling was worth it
all. "Uhhhhhh!"
Ellen shuddered, her legs rubbing back and forth, back and forth against the big dog.
She thought about other animals, other dogs fucking. Was she like a bitch in heat? Yes,
of course. She was no better, no better than a bitch in the gutter wagging her tail,
hoping some dog would come along and fuck her!
Ellen babbled crazily now, holding the dog's head down so he lapped her velvety cuntal
slit open. It was too much for her to lie still and take his wild cunt-licking. With a
groan of effort, Ellen sat up. She watched him, watched the big gray-and-white German
shepherd lick her cunt. His tongue sloshed around her thighs, slicking down the skin
with more spit, then moved down to her pussy. The cunt hairs were plastered down
hard against her flesh, all pointed up toward her belly! They were glistening with spit,
some of them tangled together with the wetness while Champ kept on lapping at her
hot fuckhole.
Again she fanned her toes until they cramped. His tongue rubbed over her slick pussy
meat again and again. She sat there, watching her clit forced down over and over by the
dog's tongue. Champ got up and wagged his hips, and even more of his cock slithered
out of his furry sheath. Ellen put one hand to her head. It was wild, confusing. Again
she thought of fucking with the dog, of letting him mount her like a bitch. And once
more she shook the perverse thought from her mind.
"Noooo!"
Sitting there with her legs crossed made her pussy completely open to the big dog. She
could see the tendons in her inner thighs when Champ slurped up through the spitslicked length of her cunt.
Champ saw it too. Moving his head around, he opened his jaws and closed his teeth
down on the ridged muscle. It was too much. Ellen groaned, then fell back on the bed
and shoved her cuntal mound up, moving it around in tight, frantic circles. She
whimpered through her flared nostrils for Champ to eat her cunt again, to drive his
tongue around and around in her pussy. The springs groaned with her moves while she
clawed at the wrinkled sheets. The dog needed no further encouragement. In a flash he
was back on her, licking her cunt, dragging his tongue over her pussy until the woman
was sure she would die from the excitement.
"Oh yes, yes, can't... can't take this any more! Oh God... God, I can't... can't take this
any more!"
Champ humped his furry butt, his tail straight out as he nipped and licked at her runny
cunt. Ellen could feel the shaking of his shoulders and strong back as he kept humping
down on her. The movements, those horribly sexy movements, added to her fever.
"Oh Champ... yesssssss!"
She whipped her legs against the mattress, hugging the animal's furry body with the
insides of her knees. He was bringing her up, up to the final, throbbing sensation she
had been wanting to feel for the past two days.
"God... uhhhhhh!"
It was a pleasure, a pleasure so intense it hurt to endure it. Ellen could hear the slick
sounds of the dog's maw against her cunt. Her pussy sucked and clicked with each
movement. She had to keep moving, keep her ass bouncing along the mattress while
Champ's tongue excited her more and more.
"I... I can't stop... can't stop... have to... uhhhhh!"
Blinding red flashes of brilliant light blinded the frantic woman. The dog was going
into a wild fury. He made strange sounds against the hot mess of her cunt. It was a
kind of growling, whining noise that caused her to open her knees yet wider. As her
lust peaked, the dog opened his powerful jaws and took her fuzzy cunt mound between
his fangs. Oh God, this was too unreal, too unbelievable to really be happening. But
yes, yes, she could feel it, feel those teeth sinking deliciously into her convulsing pussy
meat. She pounded the bed with her fists and jerked her head from side to side while
hot tears of joy coursed down her cheeks.
He was shaking her cunt gently, licking pussy juice from her body. Ellen made keening
whimpers with her voice as her climax swept like a tidal wave over her.
"Champ... uhhhhhh..." The dog was still moving, humping his butt even after her
climax had begun to die down. For a moment Ellen wondered what on earth was
happening. Then she felt something spatter against her right thigh and leg.
Cum! Doggie-jizz! Lord, he was cumming against her body!
"Noooo... oh God, ho!"
She managed to climb out of bed and rush from the room. Somehow she had wiggled
away from the moaning, howling animal and his little blasts of slime, hiding herself
behind the locked bathroom door. She had done it again. Only this time the dog's jizz
was dribbling down her legs. Yes, it had gone too far! It would have to end.
"I... I just can't let this happen... can't let it happen again, can't..." Ellen held her head
in her hands, leaning heavily against the door. What had happened to her life? Standing
there, her cunt still swollen from excitement, her tits feeling sensitive, the woman
wondered about her life, about the dangerous path it was taking. "Why is this
happening to me? Why?" Ellen shook her head, having stood there in the bathroom for
nearly five minutes. Finally her fears calmed down. She was, after all, the dog's mistress.
If things got out of hand, she could always throw him out, call the pound if necessary
and have him destroyed.
But could she do that? Could she accuse her pet of something she was really
responsible for? Ellen shook her head, feeling the soft hair splashing around her throat.
No, she would never do that. This was a problem she would have to solve on her own.
Stepping to the tub, turning on the shower and testing the warm water, Ellen thought
of Champ, of the way he made her feel, then she thought of her daughter. God spare
her from the same fate, she thought, feeling the water cleansing the dog-cum off her
thighs.

* * *

Several miles away, Kathy was far from thinking of her mother. It had been a clever
plan – clever in its simplicity.
Keith and his cousin Jeff were ignorant of the girls' deceit. They assumed Anna's and
Kathy's mothers knew they were going out for a drive. It really didn't matter. Once the
sleek Monte Carlo pulled away from the curb with the four teenagers inside, no one
thought about parents. Keith was at the wheel of his dad's car, guiding the auto
through the brightly lit streets of Los Angeles while Kathy sat discreetly at a distance
from him.
How Kathy wanted him to kiss her, to... to fuck her. There, she'd said it to herself. Yes,
fuck her! She and Anna had talked about it and this, she felt, would be the night – the
night she would lose her cherry.


Chapter 10

Kathy drew her arms around her body, unsure of herself once more. They had driven
around for what seemed like hours, Anna snuggling against Keith's cousin as if she'd
known him for ages. Kathy had suspected something was going on between the two of
them. Anna had intimated as much. But this near-fucking in the back seat was almost
embarrassing. Keith, however, didn't seem to mind it. They had stopped in Westwood
for some ice cream, then moved on up the San Diego Freeway to Mulholland Drive.
"Watch it!" Kathy screamed, her hands on the dashboard.
Three drag racers roared past them as they waited at the freeway exit. The clanking
sound of gravel and dust striking the fenders of Keith's car made Kathy shiver once
more. This "movie date" was becoming dangerous.
"Damn assholes use this street as a drag strip at night. We gotta get off it or they'll
push us into the fuckin' ditch!"
They drove onto the narrow, dark mountain road for nearly a mile, finally finding a
small dirt street leading off to the left into a secluded neighborhood. It was there where
Anna climbed out of the back seat with Jeff, holding his hand as they wandered off into
the dark. High above the cliffs behind them were brightly lit homes, plush homes that
overlooked Los Angeles. Thick bushes and pines blocked the view of their car from the
road. In one sense, people were all around them. But in another, they were completely
cut off from the world.
"It's so beautiful up here," Kathy sighed, turning and staring at the diamond squares of
lights below. She was acutely conscious of the presence of Keith behind her.
"Not as beautiful as you. Kathy, they aren't going to come back for a while. I know
that."
He knew what? Had he arranged for his cousin to take Anna away and not return until
he'd signaled him? Was he so sure of her? Of course he was. He knew how badly she
wanted him, needed his touch. Oh, he was so right, so damned right! She clenched her
fists, pressing them against her body. She hadn't worn panties or a bra this evening. It
would be so simple, so easy and simple!
"Keith..." She closed her eyes. Her heart had skipped a beat.
"Kathy. Come on, let's stop the dumb fooling around. I want you, baby, want you bad."
His voice was thick, trembling. Even without turning around, Kathy could imagine his
eyes – see the fire in them, the fire for her, her body, her cunt. And then there was the
touch of his hand, the touch of his fingers around her thin arms, turning her around,
pulling her against him.
"Keith!"
In a moment they were kissing, his tongue spearing her lips, shoving into her mouth.
The girl groaned and circled her arms around his back, making soft fucking movements
with her hips. She felt the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans. His cock-bulge
pressed against her belly. He was so tall, so big.
"You're too much, baby. Too much."
Kathy was letting go, letting go of her feelings, of her fears. She was drifting on a
delicious cloud of sensations as the big stud released her arm.
"Wait here." Keith ran back to the car.
She waited, hovering on the brink of hysteria. The girl felt faint as he returned with his
jacket, bending down and spreading it over the grass. It was so warm, so deliciously
warm this evening. There was barely a breeze stirring the heavy branches nearby. In the
distance, she could hear the roar of car engines as the dragsters raced one another on
the drive.
"Kathy..." He was on her again, fiddling with the buttons of her blouse, pulling at her
skirt. She said nothing, leaning heavily against his body. It was as if she were in a
dream, moving very slowly. The blouse slipped off her shoulders and floated to the
ground, followed by her skirt. She slipped off her sandals, rubbing her naked body
freely against Keith.
"I... I want you to... to fuck me now. Really, to fuck me!" she whispered.
Keith nodded his head up and down, steadying her by the shoulders, then stepping
back. Trembling, she watched as Keith dropped his hands and unbuttoned the top snap
of his Levi's. She had seen his prick before, had felt it sliding back and forth over her
belly, even felt his cock shooting out jizz against her flesh. But still the girl shivered at
the thought of that huge thing spilling out from his jeans, sticking straight out. This
time, they would play no more games. This time, he was going to fuck her.
His cock looked so big, so huge in the dark, much larger than it had before in Mrs.
Granger's bedroom. Keith stepped out of his Levi's and kicked them to one side,
stretching out one hand to her as he walked to the edge of his spread jacket.
She came to him, feeling his arms pulling her down, down onto the jacket. The ground
was hard against her spine and shoulder blades. But Kathy soon forgot about the dirt
under her when Keith moved down, holding her knees with both hands while slipping
his tongue into her hot bubbling pussy.
The frightened teen tried jerking her knees up. But Keith's hands kept her pinned to
the jacket. A mouth, a man's mouth was on her pussy! She snapped her head back,
rolling it from side to side. He was trailing the tip of his tongue along the edges of her
swollen pussy-lips. He was touching her clit with the tip of his nose as well! She could
feel his breath panting through the feathery soft curls of her pussy hairs.
Keith was tongue-fucking deeper, his lips smoothing teasingly against her inner
cuntlips. His teeth gouged against her cunt flesh. But that tongue! That wonderful,
awful tongue fucking her, fucking her pussy as Champ's tongue had fucked her pussy.
In and out. In and out. She was being fucked with that tongue as if it were a tiny wet
prick. Moaning, the girl felt his fingers sinking into the softness of her thighs, forcing
her wider and wider for him. Her cunt grew hotter and wetter against his mouth. Kathy
began squirming against his hot mouth.
"You move your ass real nice."
And then he was back on top of her, holding her down, his knees hunching up against
her thighs while he rolled her back. And then she felt him pushing forward with his
hips. This time Kathy didn't move her ass away, tuck it under. That hot, hard cock was
sliding up, the fat cockhead gurgling through the flowing juices of her pussy.
Angling upward, Keith made sure his cock constantly touched the hair-trigger clit.
Kathy squirmed and bucked, thrashing about wildly.
"Ohhh!"
His prick was in, actually in her pussy! She felt her cuntlips flattening back, stretching
as he fucked in farther and farther.
"You're going... uhhh... to kill me with that thing and..." His cock had picked up the
slickness well, sliding in deeper until the fat cockhead bumped against her cherry.
Kathy stiffened, arching her back like a cat. Frightened, the girl jerked both arms up
and fanned out her fingers against Keith's chest. She pushed up, tried to get him off her
while his cock shoved up against her cherry. He dragged his cock back a little.
Oh, what an odd sensation, the feeling of her elastic cuntal walls stretching back into
shape behind the retreating cock knob. There was another shock of pain as Keith
stopped, then tensed his thighs and rolled forward again, snapping his hips against her
upturned ass. Kathy felt her knees pressing against his sides as her tiny cuntal muscles
tensed, cramping painfully against his prick.
Keith gasped. "Gotta relax, baby. Gotta Kathy tried. And then once again his cock-head
was pressing up against her cherry. The girl cried out, beating against his chest.
"Stop it... stop... oooofffff!"
Keith paid no attention to her. The girl saw a look of terrible intensity in his face. He
was determined to fuck her, to drive his cock all the way into her cunt hole.
She cried out again, shoving up as hard as she could. Beads of perspiration broke out
on her forehead as the tearing, agonizing pain increased. And then... then she felt
something ripping, part of her body being destroyed by that fat cockhead. Her cherry!
Kathy screamed, the muscles sticking out from her throat while she snapped her head
back and screamed a second time. Her belly muscles tensed while her legs kicked
outward. She twisted around and around, still hitting Keith with her hands. He turned
his body with hers while his cock passed her torn cherry, fucking down, down into her
pussy. Kathy cried out again, feeling every ounce of strength in her body drained by the
ordeal.
"Ohhhhhhh, it feels so... so weird!"
She turned her head and felt a tear oozing from one eye. Her childhood innocence was
gone. And now she was in another world, one she didn't know, one that frightened her
as well as delighted her.
Keith waited for a minute or two, letting the teenager get used to his prick. Then he
began moving, working his hips from side to side, stirring his prick around inside her
pussy like a big spoon. Kathy groaned, moving her ass instinctively. She was being
filled, really filled with cockmeat. She moved her hips around again, changing the angle
of her cunt on Keith's prick. It was so wild, so very, very wild. He kept dragging his
cock back, making her feel as if he were pulling out her guts. And then he stopped,
fucking his cock back in, his balls dragging sexily over her cuntal mouth. His fucker
was nearly halfway inside her cunt when her pussy muscles spasmed, tightening down
on him. Keith stopped, throwing his head back and letting out a strangled groan.
"Jesus! You... you're crazy... oh man, really nuts to be doing that. I never knew a girl
who could do that."
"Really?"
Kathy felt a rush of triumph along with her growing excitement. Here she was, a
novice, and she was exciting a pro out of his mind. Gradually, the spasm passed and
Kathy began working her cunt up and down his cock shaft, bucking her ass against the
jacket, feeling her tits slapping against one another with her jerky movements. Keith
kept telling her not to fuck so fast, to slow down. But how could she keep still with
those rushing feelings making her cunt ache and throb so? Dizzy with excitement, the
girl tensed her ass cheeks, rocking her hips back and forth just to feel that huge prick
digging against her pussy once more.
"Keith!"
"Oh Kathy! Christ, you keep doin' that and I'm gonna pop off."
Keith closed his eyes, his Adam's apple working up and down. Kathy raised her head
from the jacket and began kissing his chin, dropping back down to the ground and
panting heavily.
"You're something else, you know that?" Keith gasped.
Kathy felt breathless with what his hands were doing now. It felt so strange having
fingers between her ass cheeks, strange and rather wicked. She especially liked it when
his fingers lingered for a second on her tiny, puckered asshole. There were nerves there
she hadn't guessed about. And yet when he pushed his finger in a little, she jerked her
ass away.
"Oh... don't... "
"I'm trying to keep you still."
"I don't think I could keep still if somebody tied me up."
Kathy sighed, then felt her fuck-lust sweep away her ability to reason. Anything she
could call rational thought was shattered by Keith's driving cock. Oh yes, yes, she was
close, so very close now to cumming. How strange! Moments ago she had been
shattered by the tearing of her cherry. And now all she could do was hunch her cunt up
and down, fucking on Keith's prick, feeling her clit throbbing.
"Christ, Kathy! You're going to bring me off. Be careful!"
"I can't stop myself... I just can't!"
And it was true. Her ass was moving like a wild animal she had no control over.
Finally, biting her bottom lip to help give her some willpower, Kathy stopped again.
But the girl couldn't stop the convulsions of her pussy, the rhythmic milking of the
muscles around her fuck hole. The circle tightened, released, then tightened once more.
Over and over again the milking continued, each time stroking Keith closer to orgasm.
Kathy somehow knew she wasn't as close as Keith was. But she was a little scared too.
She wanted to keep his cock inside her pussy as long as she could. Her pussy needed
his prick. She thought she would lose her mind if she couldn't have that hot, heavy
cock shaft encased in her cunt.
"Oh God," she whined.
"Touch my balls!"
Still feeling herself swimming in a sea of wild lust, Kathy did as she was told. Stretching
her hand back, she moved her fingers, finally cradling his hot, leathery balls against her
palm.
"Ohhh yeah, yeah... move your hand back farther," he moaned.
She did as she was told once more, feeling the hairs along his asshole. Pressing up, the
girl felt something strange, something she hadn't been aware of before. Some part of his
body was beating like a heart. It was some powerful, potent gland that she guessed was
controlling his orgasm. When she pressed in farther, Keith began to groan hard, jerking
wildly on top of her.
"You feel it?" he cried.
"Ohhhh yessss!"
Kathy's mouth felt dry.
"Damn. You're gonna finish me off, baby, but not in your cunt. I want... uhhh!"
"Finish you?"
Kathy felt dazed with lust. She was starting to get close herself, closer than she thought
she would get. She just couldn't keep her ass still at all now. She had started a gentle
fucking motion again, riding up and down his prick like a merry-go-round pony on its
pole.
"I think I'm gonna cum too, Keith... I really think lam."
"You've gotta take my cock in your mouth."
Kathy's throat closed in fear. "Oh God, no, no! I can't."
"You have to. Turn around, so I can eat your pussy."
His words sent a quiver of heat through her belly, down to her fleshy thighs. She was
close now... so very, very close. She felt in a trance. But could she take his cock in her
mouth?
Kathy cupped his balls harder. Something more was happening now. She could feel the
gland inside increase its spasms. It was actually jerking with the raging fury her cunt
stimulated.
"Now, Kathy, now!"
"No, I don't want to, I..." She began babbling as Keith grabbed her slim hips and pulled
his cock out of her cunt. She let out a cry of despair as the swollen cock head sprang
free from her pussy. Her convulsing cunt grabbed futilely at his cock. Keith was guiding
her, turning her around. In a moment his cock bobbed lewdly in front of her face.
"Suck me now, now!" he cried.
His words were so frantic Kathy felt she didn't have a choice. Steadying the cockshaft
with both hands, she opened her mouth. His spongy cock head rested on her bottom
lip, then shot in, gliding over her teeth. At the same time, Kathy felt a wonderful
softness cover her cunt. There was a licking, sucking, wet heat gouging her cuntlips,
rubbing up against her clit.
Keith was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. And then out came powerful jets
of his cum against the back of her tongue, against the insides of her cheeks, washing
the insides of her mouth completely with creamy jism.
"Mmmmffffff!"
Keith was cumming in her mouth. He had his cock almost to her throat! She could feel
the power of his prick as it gushed out the cum. More cum flooded out, oozing from
the corners of her mouth. She felt the sticky globs of jism clinging in her throat,
smelled them in her nostrils. She didn't care. She wanted to suck Keith now.
In a moment a white-hot fire flashed over her pussy. The two of them fell sideways in
their wild fucking, Kathy's hips dancing over Keith's sucking mouth. He sucked hard at
the seepy tissues of her pussy, raking his tongue over her clit until the blonde teen's
world exploded again and again in the ecstasy of a tremendous climax.
When it was over, they rearranged their positions so they could hold one another, so
they could kiss. Keith was smiling at her.
"You're wonderful, Kathy. I don't want to lose you."
Keith was telling her this – Keith Morris, a guy most girls at school would have died to
get hold of. She shivered with delight, snuggling closer to his warm, naked body. A
light breeze began to stir the tall grass around them.
"Oh, you won't, you won't," she said, feeling she would rather leave home than give up
Keith.
"We'll see one another then, a lot?"
"Oh yes, a lot," Kathy vowed.


Chapter 11

Ellen felt she was teetering on the brink of some great abyss. She stood there in the
living room, one hand clutching the back of the couch while the other was clamped
tightly over her mouth.
Kathy had lied to her! Her own daughter had lied! She had gone out with a man, along
with her best friend Anna. Ellen had called Anna's mother just to check on Kathy's
story about going out with her friend to a movie.
But no. Kathy was going out, going out with a man to...
"Oh my God!"
Ellen felt sick. How long has this been happening? Has her daughter been
masquerading as a good girl when all along she's been the town tramp? Moving around
to the front of the sofa, Ellen sat down, cradling her head in her hands. She couldn't
think straight. Her daughter with a man, fucking!
"Fucking."
Ellen pronounced the word and felt chills sweep over her flesh. Something like jealousy,
as well as the hurt at being deceived, swept over her. Raising her head, Ellen looked
around the living room and realized just how empty, just how lonely her life had been.
She had sacrificed all along for her daughter's welfare, and Kathy had repaid her with a
slap in the face.
"Damn!"
Just at that moment, Champ trotted in, stopping by the coffee table and tilting his head
in that very special way, looking curiously at the sobbing woman. Fighting for control,
Ellen straightened, realizing she'd been crying quietly while thinking of her daughter.
Wiping the tears away with the backs of her fingers, she stretched out one hand
invitingly.
"Oh, you've been faithful to me, haven't you, Champ?"
Her husband had left her, her daughter was going out behind her back. But her dog
was here, always here to keep her happy!
"Good dog... good Champ. You need a reward, Champ. And I need one too, boy,"
Ellen whispered.
To hell with them all! To hell with her husband, to hell with Kathy! She had a life too,'
had needs no one seemed to recognize except the dog. Well, so be it! If they could run
around and take care of their needs, so could she. Perhaps she would be more forward
at work, even fuck one of those junior lawyers who had been sniffing up her leg,
wanting to get into her panties. But right now... right now she needed relief, escape
from this horror.
"The hell with them all, Champ," Ellen whispered, ruffling the fur behind his ears.
The German shepherd twisted his head around and began licking at her arm. Ellen
stiffened, feeling that familiar rush of chilly heat race through her body, slamming into
her cunt like a freight train. Hell, she would fuck the dog right here, right in the living
room! Let Kathy come in and find her, let her find out what she'd driven her mother to!
"Champ... oh, Champ!"
Ellen's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her sheer pink cotton blouse. She shivered,
feeling the thin material rubbing over the hard nubs of her tits.
Champ sat on his ass, his bushy tail straight out, his head still tilted to one side while
those brown eyes sparkled once more with arousal. He watched her undress with
growing interest, his black nostrils quivering.
She could sense the dog's growing excitement, that excitement matching her own. Her
nostrils flared, quivering like the dog's as she moved her ass around and unbuttoned the
top band of her skirt, slipping the short black garment over her thighs, past her ankles
and off. No panties, no bra. So easy, so very easy now to take off her clothes here and
let the animal fuck her, make love to her!
"Oh Champ, Champ, come here," she whispered, looking seductively at the big animal.
Ellen didn't care about her image any longer, about her self-respect. They were false
images, things society made up for her restriction. She was tired of playing out her life
for other people, sacrificing it for nothing. Now it was her turn to live, and she was
going to do it her own way. Crawling down onto the floor, she slid up next to the dog,
petting his sides. The woman felt herself burning up with passion. She knew what it
was. She knew it was the thought of all those men at the office, all those men who had
wanted to fuck her for so long. She had pushed them all away. Well, that time was
over. Kathy would have to get used to a new mother – and Ellen would have to get
used to a different daughter.
Champ was licking at the base of her throat, moving back slightly so he could get at
her arm. Ellen felt herself sinking, sinking into a quagmire of fuck-lust while her cunt
burned and ached terribly! She felt her fuzzy fuck hole swelling open, felt the cunt juice
dribbling out her pussy and wetting down her thighs. It was just as before, only a little
worse! Champ would take care of her cunt, as he always had! , "Good dog," she gasped.
Looking down, she was a little surprised to see his cock sliding out of his furry sheath.
She'd seen the dog's prick the last time, but never had she taken such an interest in it!
"Ohhhhh God..." What ever could she be thinking of? Champ nosed her thigh, then
dragged his hot tongue up along her throbbing cuntal mound. Ellen gasped, closing her
eyes, putting both hands to her tits and squeezing hard. Again and again, that
wonderful sloppy dog-tongue smacked over her pussy, wetting down the pussy hairs,
caressing her swollen cuntlips. The outer cunt-lips peeled back as she became more and
more aroused. It was wonderful! Ellen was already forgetting about the hurt, the
disappointment over her daughter's deceit.
The dog was concentrating his licking on her clit now, pushing his tongue against that
little pink nub of her clit, washing it over and over with his spit.
A man. Yes, that was what she needed. The dog was fine, his cunt-lapping was
beautiful. But Ellen knew she needed cock. Something good and hard and hot inside
her pussy. The thought made her whimper louder. The dog growled and gouged
roughly around the edges of her pussy in response, his narrow back humping as his
instincts began to guide him. Ellen threw back her head and groaned, digging her heels
into the carpeting. It was wild, so wild!
"Oh Champ... here..." In a moment she found herself on her hands and knees, her
forehead pressed against the couch while her wet cunt slit was exposed to the big dog.
Yes, she knew what she was doing. She needed cock. And the dog had had a long cock,
in the form of that bony knobby thing hanging between his hindquarters. There wasn't
any right, any wrong in this any more. Could she fuck a dog? Yes, yes, she could fuck
anything now! The tickle and burning ache in her pussy was more than she could bear.
Spreading her knees apart and hunkering down, Ellen knew she had to have something
– anything – fucking in and out of her drooling pussy.
"Uhhhhh..." She felt his paws scratching at her, felt his furry weight sliding over her
naked ass. Ellen rubbed her face against the couch, biting down at the front edge of the
cushions as Champ slipped on top of her. She inhaled a raspy breath, holding it, feeling
her body sag a little from the dog's weight. She could feel his breath panting against the
back of her neck, could feel his sharp claws along her sides, leaving long red marks on
her bare flesh. He was warm, so warm and heavy against her. That dog, that wonderful,
warm, furry dog draped over her, holding her tightly with his forelegs while his tail
brushed back and forth over her naked soles. At times she felt his nose rubbing against
her earlobes.
She had to be mad, insane to be crouched down like this in her own living room,
crouched like an animal in front of her sofa, a dog mounting her like this, mounting
her as if she were a bitch!
"Uhhhh!"
Ellen bit her lip. Something was very hot, very warm back there. His prick! The woman
let out another whimpery groan, a flash of excitement knifing through her reeling
mind.
Her excitement was at a high pitch. She was moaning low when she felt something...
his pointed prick penetrating her cunt.
Oh God, yes, his cock was in her pussy! She felt the tension in his forelegs, felt the
trembling of his body, the nervousness in his hindquarters as he hunched down and
fucked in. Her cuntal muscles spasmed, clamping down hard on the dog's slimy boner
as he lunged again.
"Oh!" It had happened so fast, so quickly the woman could hardly believe it was
happening at all.
Champ was jerking his thighs back and forth, fucking back and forth rapidly, his
whimpering becoming louder, more intense. Ellen snapped her head from side to side,
drool oozing from the corners of her mouth and hanging down toward the floor in
long, translucent strings. Yes, yes, she was going insane! Going mad! She felt the dog's
cock, those lovely, lovely bumps scraping against her clit continually. Curling her
fingers, she tore at the carpet.
"Uhhhhhhh... fuck me! Oh God, fuck me, Champ, fuck me!"
The animal was going wild, moving his hips jerkily. Soon he was going to be fucking
his load of cum into her pussy. Ellen cried out, closing her eyes tightly and backing
against the animal. More, more! She wanted more fucking, more of his cock, more!
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
The world exploded in front of her eyes. Gasping, gagging, Ellen screamed again and
again. It had been so long, so very long since something that hard had fucked in and
out of her cunt. And now... now she was cumming, cumming with a wild vengeance
that took her breath away. Again and again the frantic woman sucked in air to feed her
thrashing body.
And the dog was cumming too! She could feel the spurting streams of dog-jizz
spattering against her pussy walls. Cum! Doggie-cum. Ellen didn't care. It just didn't
matter any more! The beast loved her, cared enough about her to fuck her.
"Fuck! Fuck me, Champ!"
The spasms raced through her pussy, her cuntal walls slapping together, the seepy
lining slicked down by doggie-slime.
In a while, the fucking was all over. Champ released his hold on her, climbing off her
body, then trotting over to the corner, where he curled up and began licking his
shrinking prick. Ellen had fallen to the floor, curling up and sobbing quietly into the
carpeting. She had let a dog fuck her. Oh, she had crossed that barrier, that forbidden
line. And Ellen wasn't even sorry for it! No, damn it, she wasn't sorry!
Slowly raising herself from the floor, she brushed the long hair from her eyes, staring
across the room at Champ. He had given her his version of love, of affection. Now it
was time she turned in other directions, never losing, she hoped, the dog's affection.
Yes, he would be her safety valve, the thing to turn to if she couldn't get a date,
couldn't get a man to fuck her.
Ellen smiled. What would Kathy think of her prudish mother now? Whatever Kathy
was doing – fucking her little brains out, sucking cock, whatever – would she have the
nerve to fuck a dog, to let something like this happen? Would Kathy even think about
letting a dog fuck her? Ellen shook her head from side to side, nearly breaking out into
laughter. She was free, free of her former self-restraint. And the dog had done it. Bless
him! Bless him for having liberated her. Yes, she was a new woman now. And oh, what
vistas she saw shimmering before her!


THE END
