Mom's Doggie Urge
by Paul Gable 


CHAPTER ONE 

Marrian Faddis hesitated for a moment, smoothing her dampened palms along 
her tight-fitting blue shorts. It was a hot evening, one of those humid 
August nights that made her white cotton blouse cling uncomfortably to her 
body. 

She was standing in her bedroom, feeling her mind spinning around so 
dizzyingly that she could hardly keep her balance. 

Her mouth was open, her lips glistening while her eyes sparkled with an 
unnatural glow. 

Outside the closed door was Spark, her three-year-old German shepherd. 
Marrian could hear him pawing the door, hear his nails scratching at the 
wood, hear him whimpering impatiently, trying to get into the bedroom. 

It had been so close a moment ago in the kitchen. She had been bending down 
stowing some old paper sacks from the supermarket when she felt that touch, 
that light, cool touch of his snout against the backs of her thighs. He had 
smelled her. He had come up to her and smelled her hot cunt, as if knowing 
she was in heat. And what was worse was that Marrian had considered doing 
something drastic with the dog. 

"What's wrong with me?" 

She covered her mouth, struggling for some sense of self-control. It had 
nearly been one year since her husband Jack had died in that horrible 
automobile crash on the freeway. It had been one long year since a man had 
held her, caressed her, fucked her the way he had. 

Then there were those awful lonely nights when her cunt burned, when those 
electric sparks licked up her inner thighs teasing her swollen cuntlips. And 
there was nothing, nothing she could do to prevent that feeling from 
recurring again and again. 

Lately Spark had shown an inordinate interest in her, one that became more 
and more intimate. 

"God!" 

It had started innocently enough with him nosing about. All dogs did that 
sort of thing and no one thought much about it. But then the nosing became 
more insistent, until this evening when the dog had shoved his snout right 
up against the damp crotch panel of her shorts. It had been a revelation! 

Marrian had lost her breath, felt her knees buckling under her. She had 
rushed up the stairs, leaving the confused animal behind her. 

"No, no," she said through her clenched teeth, tears of frustration staining 
her cheeks. "I . . . I can't ..." 

But she watched as one hand stretched out, stretched toward the brass 
doorknob in front of her. 

There was silence outside now. Had Spark tired of waiting for her and 
slinked back to the kitchen to finish his dinner? Was he outside, growing 
silent, sullen, about to spring at her the moment she cracked the door open. 

"No, I won't ..." 

The doorknob clicked, her fingers tightening around the cold brass, moving 
it around, around until she felt the door opening. 

Marrian's heart was beating so hard she thought it would tear right through 
her chest. She was stepping over that forbidden barrier, crossing a line she 
shouldn't. 

"Oh!" 

Spark jumped in, rushing around her in circles, barking loudly at first, 
then stopping as he began sniffing her feet. 

Marrian stood there at the opened door, feeling various emotions. This was 
wrong, in-credibly evil, degrading. The itchy ache between her thighs was at 
a high point now, making her legs tremble. 

Her nipples stiffened, scratching so sexily against the stiff material of 
her bra. That damned tingle in her cunt; how much trouble it was causing 
her. And now that beautiful gray and white German shepherd was sniffing at 
her toes, pricking his ears, moving his snout up, up her right leg to her 
knee. 

"No . . ." Marrian stepped back, turning and facing herself in the mirror 
once more. Her mouth was swollen with lust, giving her a rather depraved 
look. 

Spark stood there, his beautiful black eyes glistening with excitement, his 
bushy tail standing straight up in the air. The hair around his neck was 
bushed out while his black nostrils quivered. He was smelling her, smelling 
the cuntjuice flowing from her pussy. 

Marrian turned from the big animal for moment, putting one hand to her chest 
and trying to regain her normal breath. She could still back out of this, 
could still order the big dog out of her room and slam the door behind him. 

But she knew she couldn't. She had gone too far already by inviting the 
animal in. 

"Spark ..." 

Her hands moved methodically, almost in-voluntarily, as she began 
unbuttoning her blouse slowly. She felt the damp material peel stickily from 
her shoulders as she pulled it out of the waistband of her shorts, letting 
it float like a parachute to her feet. 

Reaching back behind her, Marrian unbuckled her bra, hesitated once more, 
then let the straps fall to her sides. She sighed as the cups slipped from 
her high-riding, thirty-six-inch tits. 

Spark tilted his head and peered up curiously at her as her bra slipped to 
the floor atop her blouse. 

Marrian glanced at her reflection in the mirror once more. Half-naked. She 
was standing there, her thunderous tits exposed, the nipples big and red and 
stiff. And before her was her new lover, her pet German shepherd! 

"This is . . . hideous," she whispered, hooking her thumbs under the elastic 
waist-band of her shorts and shoving down. 

She felt the material sliding over her thighs, down past her knees, then her 
ankles. In a moment Marrian was naked. She held her shorts for a moment. 

Spark moved a little closer to her, craning his neck forward, sniffing at 
the shorts as they dangled from her hand. Marrian heard him growling, a 
soft, smothered growl of excitement and lust. 

"Yes, Spark, yes," she whispered, brushing back her long blonde hair and 
tossing the shorts on top of her blouse. 

Backing away, Marrian felt the steady friction of her swollen cuntlips 
rubbing her clit. Her flesh burned while her pulse coursed through her body 
at the thought of what was about to happen. She was going through with it! 
She was going to let the dog touch her! 

"Here, Spark." 

Marrian felt the bed with the backs of her legs. She sat down, feeling her 
ass sliding over the silky coverlet. 

Spark stood some six feet away, cocking his head to one side, unsure of what 
to do. 

"Here . . ." Marrian's voice was low, choked with emotion. 

Rubbing her thighs, she spread her knees slowly apart, sucking in her lower 
lip and biting down hard as she felt her cuntlips stickily peel back for the 
panting animal. 

Spark's eyes glittered, his fur bristling as he slowly began moving toward 
her. His tail swayed slowly from side to side while he lowered his head to 
the level of her hot, juicing cunt. 

Marrian cringed when she saw his eyes. He reminded her of a wolf, of some 
kind of wild animal about to tear out her throat. 

"Spark ..." 

The dog was brushing up against her legs now, rubbing his warm, furry body 
against hers. 

Marrian stiffened, closing her eyes and moving her fingertips slowly up 
toward her hot, moist cunt. She fondled her blonde cunthairs. She could feel 
the heat from her pussy warming her hands. 

God, she was hot! Just a light touch, the touch of her fingers against her 
cuntmeat, sent her pussy into tremors of need. Marrian opened her mouth and 
let out a gasp as she felt her flesh pucker up into goose pimples. Her 
breathing had become shallow and raspy. Licking her dry lips, she tossed her 
head, knocking several strands of her blonde hair away from her face. 

"Ummmm ... " 

That dog . . . that wonderful, handsome dog was going to bed with her! 
Pushing aside any guilt-ridden thoughts, Marrian swung her legs around and 
lay back on the bed, resting her head on the pillow. 

Spark pushed his head against her arm, whining, then sticking out his tongue 
and licking her elbow. 

Marrian shivered at the warm, wet touch. "Up here, Spark. Up here ..." 

She was patting the section of mattress next to her, feeling herself 
becoming dizzy, drunk with passion. Her body was trembling, her stomach 
muscles knotted up with lust as the dog sprang, jumping up onto the bed. 

"Ohhhh ..." 

Marrian felt the mattress sag from the weight of the leaping animal. There 
was still time for her to knock him away and rush for safety. But instead of 
running, the attractive blonde bent her knees slightly, pushing them apart 
while rubbing her naked ass back and forth across the mattress. She loved 
the feel of the silky coverlet against her asscheeks, loved the way the 
material gathered up under her hot, sweaty asscrack. 

"Ummmmmm ..." 

The dog moved around the bed until he was crouched between her legs. 

Marrian could hear him breathing and it seemed as if her breathing matched 
his. She was high now, high on her own sexuality, on her own body. She bent 
her knees a little more, rocked her body from side to side while she drew 
her fingers up and down, up and down over her thighs. She was staring at the 
big dog, her body feeling so heavy because of her sexual arousal. 

"Ohhhh, Spark . . . touch me, lick me, lick me good all over." 

He bent forward, opening his powerful jaws, sticking out his tongue while 
dropping his head to the level of her cunt. 

Marrian sucked in a deep breath and held it until she thought she would 
faint. She could feel the dog's panting breath against her legs. Rushes of 
hot/cold chills raced up and down her spine. Her toes cramped as she dug her 
fingernails into her thighs. Her cunt itched and ached! Her clit seemed to 
burn, really burn as she waited impatiently for the dog to make his move. 

"Please, Spark . . ." 

In a moment Marrian got her wish. 

Moving cautiously forward, creeping toward her as if he was about to attack, 
Spark finally touched her cunt with his snout. 

"Ummmm . . ." 

It was a sensation that drove Marrian's ass off the bed. She let out a gaspy 
cry, arching her back, wallowing her shoulderblades against the pillow while 
rubbing her legs against the mattress. The sensation of the dog's nose 
against her warm, musky cunt was too much! She felt the muscles guarding her 
cuntal mouth cramp, then convulse while a new rush of pussy juice oozed from 
her cunt slit and wet down her thighs. 

"Aggghhhhhh . . ." 

Marrian tensed her asscheeks, flexing them, as Spark moved in closer, 
plunging his nose under her hot cuntal mound and wetting her pussy with his 
tongue. Up and down, up and down he began licking, coating her juicy cunt 
slit with his saliva. 

"Uh . . . uhhh . . . uhhhhhh!" 

Marrian was going mad. She could hear his whining, the breathy sound he made 
through his nostrils as he licked her. The lap of his tongue against her 
pussy made a wet, sucking sort of sound . . . ohhhh, it drove her mad with 
delight! 

Marrian dropped her hands to her sides, clawing her fingernail against the 
coverlet while drawing her knees yet farther apart. 

"Spark ..." 

The room seemed to be on wheels, spinning around and around as the dog's 
tongue caressed her, curled and dug into her cunt. 

A dog's tongue in her pussy! The thought sent her clit into spasms of 
shivers. Groaning arching her back once more, Marrian drew her legs 
together, feeling the wonderful sensation of Spark's furry coat against the 
insides of her thighs. 

"Nice dog . . . oh God, God, Spark, keep licking me . uhhhh . . . oh . . . 
th-ther there, yessssss, touch me there!" 

Marrian was whimpering, tossing her body about like a ship in a storm. 

Spark was going mad with lust. His tongue seemed to be everywhere. He 
slopped it over her tender inner thighs, then drew it back to her cunt. 

Marrian snapped her legs convulsive together, only to draw them apart and 
push them to the edges of her bed. His tongue gave her chills and flashes of 
heat at the same time. How good it was. How incredibly good it was to have 
that animal's tongue slopping all over her cunt. 

Reaching behind her, she wrapped her fingers tightly around the 
Mediterranean-style headboard for support, rolling her head from side to 
side, grasping the dog's fur as she rocketed higher and higher toward 
climax. 

"Spark . . huhhhh ... Spark, oh, lick me off. Oh Jesus, lick . . . uguhhhh!" 

The effect of his tonguing was electric. It had been so long since something 
other than her fingers had touched her cunt that Marrian was reaching orgasm 
quickly. She felt the familiar hot, chilly rushes of lust attacking her 
clit, slicing into the tiny, erect bud while Spark's tongue licked and 
slopped all around it. 

She could feel the dog's spittle oozing down her thighs, leaking into her 
sweaty asscrack while she pranced her ass on the bed, wanting more and more 
sensation from the animal. 

"Noooooooo! " 

Closing her eyes tightly, Marrian felt pre-orgasmic spasms grip her cunt. 
She tensed as a tremor of delight rushed through her pussy. 

Beating the backs of her naked legs against the bed, she fought for control. 
She didn't want to cum yet. She had just begun. She had just started with 
the animal, and she wanted this to last for a long, long time. 

"Uhhhhhh . . ." 

Opening her eyes, she peered down at the big German shepherd. 

Spark pulled back and cocked his head to one side. His furry pointed ears 
were pricked toward her while his juice-smeared snout glistened in the dim 
light of her bedroom. 

"Oh God . . . Spark, you wonderful, wonderful animal . . . oh yes, lick me 
good, lick me . . . ohhhh, God, it's so beautiful, so . . . so gooood!" 

It was as if she were talking to her lover. 

Marrian moved her hands down from the headboard, caressing her tits now as 
she undulated her ass over the mattress invitingly for the animal. She 
cupped both thunderous tits, feeling the heft and weight of her big tits. 
Men loved watching her walk down the street, loved watching her tits jiggle 
in her bra. 

Marrian continued playing with her tits, thumbing her nipples again and 
again until the rubbery tips grew super sensitive. She felt the connections 
forming between her tits and her cunt. Her entire body was becoming one 
large erogenous zone. 

Groaning, rolling her head again from side to side, Marrian rocked her hips, 
feeling the cuntal heat spreading. 

"Ohhhhhh ..." 

Spark went back to his meal, chowing down on the woman's pussy. He was 
nuzzling his black nose between her blood-swollen cuntlips, pushing them 
apart so he could get to the slick folds and hollows of her pussy mouth. The 
bristly hairs surrounding his snout tickled her cunt. 

Marrian laughed, then groaned, pushing her legs farther apart, letting the 
animal take her as he wanted. 

"Ummmm . . . ohhhh, Spark . . . oh God, yes, yes, yes!" 

Marrian was spinning out of control now. Her shivering thighs rubbed against 
the German shepherd's sides while the headboard clattered madly behind her. 

She knew the dog was tasting and smelling her, licking her the way he would 
have licked some bitch in the alley. But that's what she wanted, what she 
needed. She was a bitch in heat, a bitch needing this animal to lick her 
cunt into ecstasy. The thought sent Marrian into another spasm of sexual 
fury, groaning and sobbing with lust while she raised her trembling ass off 
the bed and fed her cunt to the animal. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Her hands slid down her belly, then found Spark's pointed, cold snout. She 
felt the steamy mess between her thighs. She could feel his tongue slopping 
around and around, touching her hand, caressing it. How good it was, how 
shamelessly, pervertedly good it all was! 

CHAPTER TWO "Ohhhhhhh ... " 

Marrian sucked in air with wheezing sounds through her nostrils, feeling 
herself teetering on the brink. She was possessed by an aching pleasure 
throbbing between her legs. How good it felt to have the animal's tongue 
petting her there, caressing the soft, moist flesh around her clit, then 
actually touching the tiny bud of sexuality, curling around it, making it 
sputter with delight. 

Never had she felt something like this, something so overwhelmingly 
pleasurable. "Yaggghhhh!" 

Marrian kicked out one leg. Then she reached around and drove her fingers 
into the soft, warm furry coat of her pet German shepherd. She clung to him, 
hanging onto him while her body writhed and twisted under his expert 
tonguing. His sloppy, licking sent more and more shivers racing through her 
body. Marrian couldn't control herself any longer as she twisted under the 
big dog. 

"Ummmmm . ." 

Streaks of incredible heat rushed through her belly, making her pant harder. 

"Yess . . . Christ in heaven, yesss! Oh, it's so good I'm going to die!" she 
wailed, her face pinched and red. 

The burning, chilling sensations increased in intensity between her flailing 
legs. Marrian moved her ass up, giving the big dog more of her cunt to eat. 

Spark saw her incredible excitement and whimpered through his nose. He was 
licking the bottom of her ass, moving his tongue back, back to the split of 
her asscheeks. 

"Ohhhhhh . . ." 

God, she wouldn't be able to take much more of this! Lust made her eyelids 
feel heavy as she pushed up from the bed and stared at the big dog. His head 
was bobbing up and down, his pointed ears pricked up high while his tongue 
slopped up and down, up and down over her cunt slit. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . can't look . . . can't," Marrian gasped, collapsing back onto 
the bed. 

She tossed her hips frenziedly now, her clit burning from the steady 
licking. She gripped the dog's neck while raising her feet from the bed. She 
inched her knees back, pushing them back as she had for her husband. 

"Fuck . . . fuck ..." 

Marrian had her knees all the way back now, her thighs having spread wide 
apart while her ass writhed on the mattress. Every part of her pussy was 
exposed to the sex-hungry animal. 

She gasped and babbled as her long blonde hair splashed over her face. 
Nothing seemed to exist for her except her and the animal licking her cunt 
again and again. 

"Uhhhhh . . . aaaahahhhh!" 

Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she moved her ass up for a 
moment, held it there, then let it fall back to the squeaking, groaning bed. 
Soon she would be cumming. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . ooohhhh, God! Touch me all over, Spark! Oh God, God!" 

Marrian worked her ass around in frantic circles, gasping excitedly, while 
her fingers clawed and scratched at the whining, whimpering dog. 

Spark's licking tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Her overloaded 
sexual circuits were sparking like mad now as she brought her legs together, 
rubbing her toes over his furry coat. How delicious it was to feel the 
ticklish sensation of his fur between the sensitive spots of her toes! At 
times Marrian could even feel his tail wagging against her ankles as he ate 
at her pussy. 

"Arrrrghhhhh!" 

A sharp spasm, then another, and another sliced-into her pussy. Marrian 
tilted her pussy up, feeling the dog's tongue inching along the pulsing 
circle of her cuntal muscles. She petted the dog with growing excitement, 
wishing she could cum now. She was ready now, ready for the big climax that 
had eluded her this past year. 

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhh!" 

Marrian pitched and rolled on the bed, the headboard clattering noisily 
behind her. 

Then all thoughts centered on her pussy. She was going to cum. She was going 
to cum with the dog's tongue inside her! 

Marrian could feel the rising heat, could feel that itchy moment of madness 
just prior to those wonderful spasms coming onto her. She gasped and moaned, 
clawed at the dog, then the sheets, while scissoring her legs tightly around 
the humping dog's back. 

"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr! Huhhrrrrr!" 

Marrian tossed her head, feeling her hair tangling around her throat as she 
fought to fill up her lungs with air. Her thighs were filled with an 
itching, tantalizing fire that licked up to her cunt. 

She quivered and throbbed, bucking her body so wildly she nearly knocked the 
whimpering German shepherd from the big bed. But Spark stayed with her, 
clamping his jaw on her cunt and shaking it, "Oh God!" 

It was the cry of the damned, of the desperate! Marrian came, came with a 
fury that took her breath away. Brilliant flashes of white and yellow 
exploded before her eyes as she jerked and trembled. It was beautiful, the 
most beautiful feeling she had ever felt in her life! 

She was cumming! Again and again the beautiful shocks of white heat seared 
her clit, then exploded in her brain! Cumming! What a glorious, wonderful 
feeling it was to have her pussylips snapping hard around the dog's maw, 
caressing it, while his tongue scoured the inside of her convulsing cunt. 

When it was over, she opened her eyes and saw Spark lying on the floor, 
curled up, his head buried between his hindlegs. He was licking his red, 
pointy prick that had slid out of his sheath. 

Marrian raised her head, watched for a moment, then shuddered. She thought 
for a second, just for a second about that prick and how it would feel 
inside her. Having Spark lick her off was one thing. But actually letting 
him mount her, stick that prick into her cunt was something else. No, she 
would rather turn herself into a street whore and pick up some strange man 
than do something like that. 

"Mmmmmm ..." 

Falling back to the bed, Marrian dragged her fingers up and down her thighs. 
Thoughts drifted through her mind. No, she'd think about what had happened 
to her and the moral consequences tomorrow. Now, she was interested only in 
sleep, the sleep that comes with sexual satisfaction. 

"Ohhhhh . . . Spark." 

Marrian felt warm, relaxed. It wasn't a feeling she was used to. She smiled, 
hearing the dog as he licked his cock and balls. How good this had been. How 
very, very good it had been! 

Then she fell fast asleep. 

The next morning Marrian found herself humming in the kitchen as she made 
herself breakfast. Spark was in the back yard jumping and barking at birds 
flying low over his head. 

She glanced out the window and smiled. It had been good. And there weren't 
too many feelings of regret. 

There was a knock at the door. 

Marrian arched her eyebrows, wondering who on earth would be coming over at 
this early hour. Setting down her coffee, she moved through the living room 
to the door. 

"Carrie!" 

"Hello, Mother," the girl said a little sullenly, standing there in a short 
blue skirt and matching blouse. Her two packed suitcases were on either side 
of her legs as she looked at Marrian, then cast down her eyes. "I came home 
early, as you can see." 

Marrian wrinkled her forehead, examining her daughter. Carrie was extremely 
pretty, petite, with long chestnut hair. Why on earth had she come home from 
camp? To her calculations Carrie had at least another three weeks to go. 

"I .. I didn't like it there," Carrie said haltingly, bending down and 
picking up her suitcases. She walked past Marrian, still carefully avoiding 
her mother's questioning eyes. 

"But . . . I thought you were looking forward to going. You had such a nice 
time there last year, and all your friends were going to be there. And why 
didn't you call me or something?" Marrian asked, closing the door and still 
feeling a bit stunned by her daughter's sudden appearance. 

"I didn't want to bother you. Do you have some milk or something?" 

They went into the kitchen. 

Marrian felt as if something terribly wrong had happened. 

"There's Spark. Oh, it's good to see him," Carrie said, bracing herself 
against the sink and looking out the window. 

"Here's your milk," Marrian said. 

Marrian felt a flash of guilt as her daughter gazed out the window. What 
would she have thought if she found out what had happened last night? What 
would Carrie say if she knew her mother had opened her thighs to the animal, 
had let him lick her into ecstasy? 

Carrie took the glass and gulped down the milk, setting it down and turning 
around to face her mother. 

"There was a counselor there . . . a guy who tried to do . . . things with 
me," Carrie said, her face flushing beet red. "I . . . I didn't know where 
to go. He was everywhere. I thought he might even . . . even try something 
right there in my cabin. So I sneaked out last night and caught a bus down 
here." 

"Oh God! Marrian sank to the chair, holding one hand over her mouth. "Your 
brother was in the next camp. You could've phoned him." 

"Brad doesn't care about anything except his dumb cars. Besides, I just 
wanted to get out of the place. Now, I want to go up to my room, Mother, and 
rest. It's been a long bus ride back." 

Marrian wanted to know so much. She wanted to learn the name of that hideous 
counselor so she could call the camp and complain. But Carrie was 
tight-lipped, refusing to say anything. Her daughter trundled up the stairs, 
carrying her bags, leaving Marrian behind in a confused state of mind. 

The day went incredibly slowly. 

Marrian didn't think much of Spark now, even when he came in for some food 
and began nudging her suggestively. All thoughts were directed toward Carrie 
now. 

"Get away, Spark," Marrian said impatiently, brushing the animal to one 
side. 

In her room that afternoon, Carrie was lying in bed, tears staining her 
pillow. She hadn't been truthful with her mother at all. Someone had made an 
advance toward her. Someone had tried cornering her, nearly succeeding in 
tearing off her clothes one night and raping her. 

"Ohhhh . . ." Carrie let out another sob, turning onto her side and wiping 
the tears from her eyes with her whitened knuckles. 

Her brother Brad! He had been drunk, having sneaked over to her camp with 
some friends. Carrie wasn't sure whether Brad had come over purposely to 
attack her, or whether things just got out of hand. He apologized later, 
saying he didn't know what he was doing. But the damage had been done. 

Brad and Carrie had never been particularly close. At home Brad always 
seemed interested in his cars and his floozy girlfriends, hardly spending a 
minute of time with her when she was growing up. 

Only during the past year did he seem to recognize her existence. But still 
that was no big deal. But then there was that night, that awful night when 
he attacked her, nearly fucked her! 

"God!" 

Carrie sat bolt upright in bed, still able to feel his strong fingers 
holding her, tearing at her clothes while she struggled helplessly in his 
grip. If it hadn't been for some of his friends coming back, God only knows 
what would have happened to her! 

"Ohhhhh ..." 

Covering her face with both hands, the pert, attractive brunette sobbed. She 
would never tell her mother about what took place out there. It would kill 
her. She had been so adamant on having all of them sticking together after 
her father's death. What would her mother say if she were to learn that her 
son had tried to fuck her daughter? 

Carrie shuddered. It was so hot, so sticky and uncomfortable in her room. It 
was adding to her general misery. 

Pulling her blouse from her short skirt, she slowly removed all her clothes, 
laying them neatly on the back of a chair. 

Carrie paused for a moment, glancing at herself in the full-length mirror. 
She was an attractive, budding girl. She knew men stared at her as she 
walked by, her firm, plump asscheeks wiggling suggestively under her skirts. 

Turning around, she stared at her cunt, shivering once more when she thought 
about her brother and what he had done to get in there! 

Passing one hand protectively over her pussy, Carrie watched as her full 
tits swayed. "Oh God!" 

Carrie turned and walked back to bed, falling heavily atop the mattress and 
lying down. Closing her eyes, she thought of Brad, of the way he had held 
her, of what he had whispered to her about fucking and how he was going to 
drill out her brains with his prick. 

"Oh no!" 

Draping one arm over her eyes, she turned over and cried herself to sleep. 
Carrie had no idea how long she had dreamed. Images of her brother standing 
over her, shredding her clothes while pressing his body against hers, 
tortured her mind. She tossed and turned on the bed, her flesh glistening 
with sweat as again and again she dreamed of Brad raping her. 

"No, no, no." 

She felt hands touching her thighs, caressing her cunt, touching her belly. 
The dream was so real! She could almost feel his breath against her throat 
as he kept telling her about his prick and how big it was and how it would 
feel as it squeezed into her cunt. 

"No!" Carrie awoke with a start. 

The touch had been too real. Something was caressing her pussy. 

Peering over the nippled ends of her jiggling tits, she saw what it was. 

"Spark!" 

Her mouth opened as she stared wide-eyed at the big dog on her bed. 

The German shepherd was standing there, his fur bristling while his head was 
between her thighs. 

"No!" 

She jerked her knees back, sliding up against the headboard, banging her 
skull against the wall. 

"You . . . you get away from me, Spark. What . . . what's wrong with you?" 

Glancing in front of her, she saw that the door had swung open. If her 
mother peeked in and found her like this, it would be the end. 

Then, glancing out the window, Carrie saw that her mother's car was gone. 

"Horrible dog. Oh, if only I knew you were like this . . . like my brother . 
. ." 

She started swinging her legs off the bed. Spark backed away, bowing his 
body down, pricking his ears forward. As she began sliding from the 
mattress, he snapped and growled, blocking her escape. 

Carrie shrank back, drawing her hands protectively over her tits and cunt. 
She stared with widened, horrified eyes at the big dog. He was mad, crazy! 

CHAPTER THREE "Don't, Spark . . . just don't . . . don't touch me." 

Something deep in her, something instinctive told her what was going to 
happen. Her stomach churned while her scalp crawled with horror. She 
couldn't believe this was happening! It had to be a continuation of her 
nightmare, those horrible images of her brother trying to fuck her. 

"Uh" 

But it was real, all too real! She could hear the dog's heavy breathing, 
hear him as he smacked his lips while staring at her blonde cunt. No one had 
touched her there before, no one. And now a dog, a damned dog was trying to 
lick her cunt. 

"No, Spark . . . oh, God in heaven, no!" she sobbed, wiping the tears from 
her eyes. 

Carrie scooted her ass back, pressing her clenched fists against her thighs. 

Spark stood there, his forelegs braced widely apart, his head drooping 
slightly while his dark-pink tongue lolled from one corner of his mouth. His 
pointy ears were pricked forward while his tail drooped behind, barely 
wagging. His fur was bristling. 

"Spark . . ." 

Stretching out one hand, Carrie attempted to pet him on the head. But the 
animal backed away, crouching down, growling at her. 

She drew back her hand quickly, putting it protectively at the base of her 
throat. 

Carrie thought she was going to faint from fear. Seconds turned into minutes 
as the two of them stared wildly at one another. 

"Ohhhh ..." 

He was coming at her! 

She watched as he lowered his head, rolling up those dark, black eyes, 
staring at her the way a wolf stares at its cornered prey. And there was 
that terrible growl, that growl that made her flesh quiver. 

Carrie tightened her fingers around her throat, expecting to feel the sharp 
edge of his fangs cutting into her skin. 

"Uhhhhhhh ..." 

The growling had stopped. Carrie stared down with wide, terrified eyes as 
Spark opened his mouth and licked the tops of her feet gently. And all the 
time he was staring at her, those piercing, black eyes burning into her 
soul. 

"Ohhhhhh ..." 

Carrie began to draw that leg back away from the big German shepherd. But 
then Carrie heard him growl and decided it would be best to leave her foot 
where it was. She lay there, her back propped up against the head-board, 
carefully watching as Spark's pink tongue licked up and down her feet. The 
dog's tongue tickled especially when he drew it up her ankle. Carrie smiled 
as the animal's tongue lashed around her toes, then curled under her arches 
only to come out around and lick down the tops of her feet. 

"Ohhhhh . . ." 

Carrie shuffled her feet against the coverlet, feeling something else 
starting to happen. It was the same feeling she had experienced with Brad, 
her brother, when he had peeled off her halter and began kissing her tits. 
In spite of the reeking alcohol on his breath, in spite of his brutality, 
and in spite of the fact that he was her brother, Carrie had felt a strange 
kind of tightening warmth spreading through her cunt. It was the same kind 
of heat she felt now, radiating to all parts of her body, making her clit 
fill with blood and poke its head out of the surrounding moist flesh. 

"Ummmmmmm ..." 

The dog noticed the subtle change in her groans and began licking higher. 

"No, Spark ... Nooooooo... " 

But her protests were starting to weaken, starting to sound false. 

Spark was licking around her ankles now, mouthing her toes, then stretching 
his tongue up, up toward her thighs. Carrie felt herself falling, falling 
down some dark tunnel as she let her knees relax, let them fall apart. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh ..." 

The room spun around and around as she stretched on the bed. Everything had 
been so confusing the past few days. Her brother's strange advances, those 
long hours in the cabin afterward when she tried to think of what to do, and 
finally that long bus ride through the night to her home! Perhaps it was 
that trauma that was making her so susceptible to the dog's attention. 

"Nice . . . nice ... 

Carrie closed her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip and biting down hard. It 
felt good, so good having that gentle licking all over her legs. 

Now the dog was moving higher. 

Carrie sighed happily, pushing her knees out, feeling that itchy heat 
growing more and more intense in her cunt. The heat was concentrating in her 
clit, making it grow stiff and hot at the top of her pussy! 

"Ummmmmmm ..." 

Pussy. Cunt. Those words returned to her now with a new intensity as Spark's 
tongue drenched her thighs, moving up toward the blonde bush between her 
legs. 

"No, Spark . . . uhhhh, NOOOOOO!" 

That tongue! That wonderful, horrible tongue! And what he was doing to her 
with it! 

Carrie jerked, twitching, as if someone had touched her with a live electric 
wire! The dog was licking up her thighs now, leaving long, silvery trails of 
doggie spit on her flesh. 

Carrie tried pushing him away with her feet. But her attempts were weak, and 
Spark ignored them. He was smelling her now, sniffing at her pussy, putting 
one paw boldly on her thigh. 

"No!" 

But the dog kept licking her, twisting his tongue around and around, edging 
it ever closer to her pussy. 

Carrie made one more attempt to push him away, stretching out both hands and 
pressing her fingers against his face. Instead of growling or snapping, 
Spark twisted his head around and licked her wrists and fingers, making her 
shiver with something she had never felt before. 

"Ohhhhhh ..." 

Carrie dropped her hands from the animal, feeling so weak, so drained. 

That tongue was edging up higher, the pointed tip only inches away from the 
hairs fringing her swollen cuntlips. 

Carrie found herself wriggling on the bed, felt her spine bumping the 
headboard. Somewhere in the distance a dog was barking. She could hear an 
occasional car woosh down the tree-lined street, and across the way children 
were screaming with joy. Oh, if only they knew what was going on up here! 
She smiled weakly, her smile fading quickly when the dog began pushing his 
tongue against her cunt, sending her pussy into wild tremors of need. 

"Ohhhhhh ..." 

It was like a nuclear reaction! Carrie's eyes widened again when she felt 
the itchy ache turn into something much more intense and concentrated, one 
of the wildest feelings she had ever had in her life! 

The dog's tongue was washing around the bottom of her pussy, the tip edging 
right up to the juicy slit barely visible through the thick matting of her 
cuntal hairs. 

Carrie's knees jerked up, flopped to the bed, then jerked up once more as 
Spark's tongue began to enter her juicy fuck slot. 

"No, oh no . . . oh God, you . . . you're a bad dog . . . you . . ." 

Carrie's head lolled, her body trembling with a lust she had never dreamed 
possible. Her brother, her mother, all thoughts of family and friends 
disappeared under her rising sexuality. Now there was only the thought of 
her and the dog, of his tongue and what it was doing to her. 

And now the dog was eating out her cunt! He was licking her cunt, snaking 
that slimy, warm tongue through her pussyhairs and touching her hot, wet 
slit. And how good it felt! How terribly good it felt. Carrie spread her 
fingers and dug the nails into the bedspread, rubbing the backs of her legs 
over the coverlet. 

"Ummmmm ..." 

She licked her lips, feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest while her 
mouth became as dry as cotton. Once or twice her belly muscles tightened 
while the tendons of her thighs bulged out against the flesh. She felt her 
ass muscles tightening, relaxing, tightening again as she was sucked into 
this wild whirlpool of perverted lust. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Carrie slipped down on the bed, her toes pointing out, her legs spreading 
farther and farther until she could feel her pussylips straining from that 
position. She wanted the dog now, wanted him as she had wanted nothing 
before in her life! 

"Spark . . . oh Spark .." 

The dog moved, washing his tongue between her asscheeks, sliding it in the 
tight little crack of her ass and touching her shitter. 

Carrie's eyes bulged out. She let out a tiny gasp of surprise. Straightening 
a little, she tilted her virgin blonde pussy down. She wanted his tongue 
there, there where it ached so much. She wanted his tongue washing up and 
down over her cunt slit, increasing the already flaming heat. 

"Uhhhhhhhh . . . oh there! Oh my God! 

Yes, oh yesssssss!" she hissed. 

Carrie was clenching her teeth, grinding them against one another. A dog was 
eating her cunt, sliding his tongue into her slit! And what was so strange, 
so incredible, was that Carrie was enjoying it more and more with each 
passing second. The dog's sloppy, tonguing mouth was bringing such an 
exciting heat to her pussy. His tongue felt so hot, so silky and smooth 
against her cuntlips. 

"Ohhhhh ..." 

And when he drew it against the top of her pussy touching her clit, Carrie 
thought she would faint from sheer pleasure! 

"Nooooooooo ..." 

Again she tried scooting her cunt away from the dog, a stab of guilt 
piercing the red fog that had settled over her brain. 

But Spark draped his paw over her left thigh, holding her in place while his 
tongue stabbed into her cunt again and again. 

Once more Carrie gasped, squeezing her buttocks together and hunching up her 
thighs. When the tip of his tongue pressed against her wet cunt slit again, 
Carrie whimpered, widening her legs even more, rubbing her prancing ass over 
the squeaking mattress. Now she could feel the long wet sweep of his tongue 
over her cuntal mound. 

"Spark . . . oh God yes! Ohhhhh, it's so good, so good I'm going to die ..." 

Carrie moved one finger down and gently spread her outer cuntlips. The dog's 
pink tongue went deep, moved up, then slopped over her clit. 

The girl went crazy with lust, arching her back. Sparks of incredible desire 
seemed to shower her pussyflesh. A flood of juice coated her cuntlips. She 
could feel the fluid oozed from her pussy hole, making her fingers slick. 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

There was something so incredibly about having this animal between her legs, 
something she had never thought about in her life! His fur, the smell of the 
animal, the touch of his tongue against her pussy drove Carrie mad with joy. 

Kicking her legs out, she snapped her head from side to side as the burning, 
itching heat began to peak between her widely splayed thighs. Carrie found 
herself pitching and rocking on the mattress, her arms flailing wildly 
against the animal. 

Glancing up, the confused girl saw something that took her breath away. 
Spark's cock! She had seen it once or twice before when the dog had been 
aroused by one of the bitches in the neighborhood. But now his prick was 
hard and stiff and ready to stick into her pussy. 

"Uhhhhhhhh . . . Noooooooo!" 

Spark ate her cunt ravenously, his powerful back hunching, making fucking 
movements as he rubbed his pointed knobby boner against the silken coverlet. 

Carrie gasped again, staring at the prick that dangled wetly from under his 
belly, bobbing around as he worked his pointed muzzle around the steamy 
folds of her cunt. It wasn't too hard to imagine what it would feel like to 
have that cock sticking into her, piercing her cunt. 

"Ooooohhhhhh!" 

Carrie folded one leg over the other and began humping hard against the bed. 
She had cinched her eyes shut tightly just after the first waves of hot 
flashes began racing through her tight, wet pussy. 

"Huhhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" 

A blinding fury of spasms shot through her pussy. Spark had shoved his 
tongue inside her pussy once more, curling it around and around as if he 
were searching for something inside her body. Carrie was on the brink now, 
on the edge of one of the most furious orgasms of her life. 

"Uhhhhh . . . yagggghhhhhhh!" 

She threw back her head and opened her mouth, gasping, sobbing. Saliva 
bubbled out from the corners of her mouth while her fists began beating the 
bed in a rapid rhythm. 

"Cummmmmmmm!" 

She was shouting, not caring if the neighborhood heard her. All that 
mattered were the fiery, itchy chills racing through her pussy, tightening 
her cuntal muscles, making her prance her ass frantically for more sexual 
sensations. She couldn't keep still, just couldn't keep her ass motionless 
as Spark licked steadily against her pulsing clit. 

"Ugghhhhhhhh ..." 

The wet mess between her legs throbbed crazily. Her cunt was feverish, 
swollen, pulsing like a gaping wound. 

Carrie bobbed her ass around in circles, humping her body like a snake while 
the dog fed on her cunt. 

"Nnnnnghhhhhhh ..." 

Carrie put one hand on her pussy, stroking her clit while curling the 
fingers of her other hand in the dog's fur. She held him hard against her 
dripping pussy, digging her heels into the bed while pushing her cunt 
against his maw. 

That wonderful tongue was digging into her pussy while those bristly hairs 
on his snout were tickling her clit madly. It was the best feeling she had 
ever had in the whole world! 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" 

She felt his forepaws shoving against her ass once more as Spark tried 
shoving more of his snout into her cunt. His nose was sticking into her, 
pushing into her pussy as if it were a cock! 

"Huhhhhrrrrrrr!" 

She came violently, furiously. It was an ecstatic torture. Her calves 
cramped as she dug her heels frantically into the bed, rocking madly from 
side to side as the climactic fire ravished every nerve. 

Carrie groaned and gasped, not caring who heard. How good it was feeling 
Spark's jaws gaping open as he raked his teeth along her cuntlips, then 
licked deep into her tight, hot hole. She could feel his doggie spit 
dripping down her thighs and ass, oozing into her ass crack. And always 
there was that hot, panting breath against her dampened flesh. 

"Uhhhhhhhh . . ." 

Carrie was cumming hard. The spasms were like the lashes from a whip, each 
one painful and yet marvelously pleasurable. She was begging for more, 
whipping her slender, boyish young hips back and forth against the big 
German shepherd's opened, dripping jaws. "Uhhhhhhhh ... " 

For a wild second she thought of her brother, of the way he had looked at 
her that night when he tried to rape her. Spark was growling lustily, 
wiggling his snout back and forth, licking until she just couldn't take any 
more. 

Vague images of her brother were taking over her mind now. In her 
imagination they were together in some room and he was pressing her down on 
the bed. She could feel his hips, his cock pressing against her belly. And 
then as the last convulsive beat of her climax blasted through her thighs, 
Carrie felt Brad fuck her. 

CHAPTER FOUR "Well, there's got to be some explanation," Marrian said, 
hanging up the phone. 

It had been two days since her daughter's return. She paused at the 
refrigerator as she tried to think about why her son was coming home soon as 
well. Brad had just called from the downtown bus station and said he'd be 
home in an hour. 

Wiping the few beads of perspiration from her forehead, Marrian glanced at 
the overhead wall clock. Three-thirty. It was hot. Everything in the city 
seemed to slow down now, almost stop. 

Marrian walked to the sink, looking out the small window. Carrie was out 
there in a skimpy bikini, one of her outfits that Marrian had strenuously 
objected to. Well, at least back there no one would see her. 

Carrie seemed to be dozing, one arm dangling from the metal lounge chair 
while the other was draped over her belly. A half-opened magazine lay on the 
grass while she dozed. Time itself seemed to be standing still. 

Marrian put one hand to her bare midriff and felt a rush of emotions, of 
feelings that made her gasp. Those hot, itchy feelings of arousal were 
coming back again. Sex was there, peeping over the horizon, leering at her, 
as she stood in her kitchen trying to get some control over her life. 

She was hot, hot to fuck and there was Spark dozing in the living room near 
the fireplace. Marrian sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard, glancing 
out the window once more. Carrie seemed to be fast asleep, her chest rising 
and falling regularly. 

Moving quietly to the kitchen door, Marrian slipped the deadbolt shut, then 
padded softly through the living room to the front door and did the same. 
Turning, holding herself steady against the back of the sofa, Marrian 
studied the big dog. Her movement had aroused her. Now he raised his head, 
cocking it to one side while pricking his ears. 

Marrian watched as his bushy tail began to wag slowly against the carpeting 
while his flesh trembled. 

Oh yes, yes, you know what I want. You damned dog, you know what I want, 
Marrian thought, rubbing her dampened palms against her shorts. 

There was no hesitation this time, no wondering about whether or not she was 
doing the right thing. She was breathing hard, feeling her chest tighten 
while her lips dried. Her nipples were getting stiff, scratching so against 
her blouse. 

Marrian took one step forward, stopped, then took another, stretching out 
one hand while bending forward. She stroked the big dog's head, gasping at 
the warm touch of his fur. Her cuntlips rubbed against one another while her 
clit began throbbing. She could already feel the juices flowing from her 
pussy slit, dampening her panties, wetting down her shorts. 

Spark had closed his eyes, enjoying the caress. Now his nostrils sniffed and 
wrinkled at the smell between her legs. He opened his eyes and tilted back 
his head, studying the panting woman. 

"Oh yes, Spark, yes, I want you to come up to my room again," Marrian 
whispered, finding her lips curling up into a smile. "I want you up there so 
we can . . . so we can have fun." 

The big dog stood up, his tail high and curled, wagging excitedly as he 
panted through his nostrils with a wheezing sound. 

Marrian glanced toward the kitchen once more, then squared her shoulders and 
marched up the stairs, one hand trailing on the polished banister. She was 
like a woman possessed as she shuffled down the hall, walked into her room 
and kicked off her sandals. Spark was right behind her. 

Marrian walked back to the door and shut it hard, flipping the lock, then 
moving to the windows and drawing the blinds. 

Now they were alone, shut out from the rest of the world. Brad wouldn't be 
home for nearly an hour. Carrie was asleep and probably would be until her 
brother came home. There was just enough time for her to take care of that 
sharp edge of arousal between her legs! 

"Spark . . ." 

No hesitation now Marrian pulled off her halter, shoving down her shorts, 
stripping in seconds, then tumbling onto the bed. She scooted backward, 
resting her head on one of the pillows while spreading her legs. 

Spark barked softly, then jumped onto the mattress, his forelegs spread 
widely apart. Marrian moaned, tensing her ass muscles, hunching up her hot, 
dripping pussy while rubbing her thighs. 

"Uhhhhh . . . Spark ... 

Spark lowered his head once more, moving up to her, his saliva dripping on 
her legs. 

Marrian moved her hands down to her thighs, stroking them slowly, letting 
her fingers caress the aroused flesh. She closed her eyes and shivered, 
feeling her body spin higher and higher as the dog approached her pussy. She 
could almost feel his tongue now, feel that wonderful oral organ caressing 
her pussy slit, touching her clit, then curling into the depths of her cunt 
and touching the most sensitive parts of her cunt. 

"Ahhhhhhh . . ." 

Panting as hard as the big German shepherd, Marrian reached up and curled 
her fingers into his fur. She was guiding him, rewarding the dog with a 
scratch behind the ears the moment he started licking her thighs. She loved 
it, loved the sensation of that warm, wet tongue licking her flesh, dragging 
up past her knees, until he was nearly touching the bottom junction of her 
blood-swollen cuntlips. 

"Ohhhhh, more, more! Oh yes, Spark, gimme more, more tongue . . . ohhhhhh!" 
Marrian whispered hotly, undulating her thighs, crooning to the animal as he 
continued to lick her into ecstasy. 

But Marrian knew it was time for something different, something that would 
be a variation to an already perverted game. 

Marrian rolled onto her belly, pushing her body up on her elbows and knees, 
wagging her ass. 

"Ohhhh, Spark!" she gasped, trying to suck in air to her lungs as the dog 
began licking her ass wildly. He was dragging that wonderful tongue up and 
down over her asscheeks. 

Marrian cried out, feeling the hot tongue lick over her buttocks, followed 
by a cooling of the saliva while the animal moved to another part of her 
ass. That combined cooling and heating drove her wild. Marrian lowered her 
head and moved it from side to side. 

"Uhhhhh ... uuuhhhhhhhh!" 

She felt as if she was a bitch, his bitch, as she crouched with her ass 
bobbing high in the air, getting licked by the large animal. 

He moved up, bumping his body with his head. She lowered herself a bit, 
letting him lick down her back, letting him draw his tongue over the bumps 
of her spine. 

Marrian let out a shivery moan, spreading her knees farther apart and 
tilting back her cunt for the animal. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh ..." 

He was on her cunt now, twisting his head from side to side, drawing his 
tongue up, then moving down and licking the combined juices of his mouth and 
her pussy from her thighs. How good, how indescribably good it was to feel 
his hot spit dribbling down over the thick blonde curls of her violated 
cunt. 

She arched her back, yowling and gasping as the dog wet her with that 
wonderful tongue. Wobbling there on her elbows, she gasped in air, holding 
her breath when the dog touched a particularly sensitive spot. 

Crying out frantically, clawing at the crushed pillow, Marrian groaned when 
the big German shepherd began concentrating on her tiny slick clit. 

"Uhhhhhhhh ! " 

Marrian spread her thighs even more until she could feel her inner cuntlips 
peel back from the hot pussymeat along her slit. The dog shoved at her, 
raking his tongue under her cuntal mound and up. 

It was almost more than she could stand. She bucked and thrashed, closing 
her eyes while biting down so hard on her lower lip that she could taste 
blood. Trembling, Marrian rolled around on her back now, kicking out one 
leg, begging the dog to lick her. 

"Oh yes, yes, oh God! Lick me . . . oh God, it's so good . . . so 
shamelessly good. Oh, I'll die of this, I surely will!" 

Marrian looked under the dog's belly and saw the dark red spear of his 
prick. The dog's cock had slipped an inch of two out of the furry sheath and 
it glistened now with its natural lubrication. 

Marrian shuddered, her eyes riveted to the knobby cock for several seconds. 
Strange things started happening to her. She thought about all the times she 
had seen animals fucking. What would it feel like having something like that 
in her cunt? It had been so long since she had something hard and stiff and 
hot in her pussy. 

"Uhhhhhh . . ." 

Marrian babbled with excitement, her arms shooting out and gripping the 
animal around the head so she could hold his maw against her drooling cunt 
slit. His tongue rubbed against her swollen cuntmeat, lapping her pussy slit 
open. Marrian peered between her big tits, watching as his tongue pushed 
into her cunt-meat. Spark was wagging his hips, hunkering down, letting more 
and more of his red-knobbed cock slither out. 

"Oh, I don't . . . I don't know ... I just don't know," she whispered, 
glancing at that prick once more and swallowing hard. 

The dog was moving around now, rubbing his prick against the coverlet, 
hunching it back and forth while he opened his jaws and brought them down on 
her pussy. The effect was sharp and immediate. 

Marrian fell back and shoved her pussy up, tossing it around in tight, 
frantic circles. She whimpered for the dog to eat her harder as she felt 
those sharp teeth caressing her pulsing, moist cuntmeat. 

"Huhhhhrrrrrrrrr!" 

Spark humped his ass as he nipped and licked her pussy. The sounds of his 
tongue clicking and licking against her cunt drove her wild. He sucked and 
licked with each movement she made against the bed. 

"Uhhhhhh . . ." 

Her shivering moans and wild squirming set the dog off into a wilder fury. 
He made growling sounds against her pussy, sounds that made her open her 
legs wider. He was shaking her pussy mound now, shaking it gently while his 
fangs pressed against her pussy. 

Marrian whimpered and cried, pounding her fists hard against the bed as her 
climax exploded and burst over her. The fury was mind-bending. But still she 
had enough consciousness left to realize something was happening, something 
that hadn't occurred before. 

Hot strings of spurting jizz were hitting and oozing down one thigh. The dog 
was cumming, cumming on her! She could feel it splattering against her 
forcefully, could hear the dog moaning and howling as she tried to wriggle 
away from the spurting blasts of that hot doggie slime! 

"Nooooooo!" 

Marrian managed to swing her legs over the edge of her bed and slide off, 
her cunt still pulsing with climax as she rushed from the room and ran into 
the bathroom. 

Closing the door, leaning heavily against the molding, she felt the doggie 
jizz trickling down her thighs. It had happened so fast, so quickly, too 
rapidly for her to have prevented it. 

"God!" 

Turning around and flipping on the light, Marrian stared at her image in the 
cabinet mirror. Her face was flushed, streaked wit perspiration, while 
tangles of her blonde hair clung to her flesh. If she looked down a second, 
Marrian knew she would see Spark's cum streaking her thighs and cunt. This 
was going too far! She had to stop this madness before it took hold of her 
completely. 

"Oh God, God, what's happening to me? Dear God in heaven, what's . . . " She 
couldn't complete the sentence. 

Sinking to her knees, Marrian held her head in her hands, sobbing 
unrestrainedly. She couldn't stop herself from this vile act. She was like a 
drug addict, needing her daily fix. And all this was happening while her son 
was coming back from camp! 

Minutes ticked by. 

Marrian drew herself together, realizing Brad would be knocking at the front 
door in a short while. 

Stepping into the shower, she turned on the warm water and let the 
comforting spray wash the doggie jizz from her body. She was still drunk 
with lust, still wanting to feel the dog pressing against her. Marrian let 
the water flood over her tits and belly. 

"Oh God . . . " Her groan echoed in the tiled room. She worked the soap over 
her pussy, trembling as her fingers slicked over her inner cuntlips. "That 
damned dog ... that..." 

Shaking, the thoughts from her mind, she turned off the water and stepped 
out with a towel wrapped tightly around her. Leaving the steamy bathroom, 
she noticed Spark lying in the hall. He merely looked at her from his 
resting place, lowering his head back down on-to his paws and sighing. 

Marrian rushed by, shivering. She dressed hurriedly, glancing at the clock 
on her bed-stand and seeing that it was nearly time for her son to return 
home. 

Footsteps at the front door! 

Marrian rushed down the hall just in time to see a broad silhouette through 
the frosted windowpanes. 

"Brad!" 

"Hi, Mom!" 

He was there, big, broad and handsome with that cocky smile on his face, a 
smile reminding him of her late husband. 

"Carrie around?" Brad asked after giving her the proper welcome-home hug. 

"Uh, no . . . well, that is, she's out back resting," Marrian said. 

Brad looked at her strangely, his smile fading for a moment. It returned 
brighter than before as he dragged his suitcases in and closed the door 
behind him. 

"I can't understand why you children have come home from camp so early," 
Marrian said, her voice trembling slightly. 

She tilted her chin up, a sign her children knew all too well-she wanted 
answers. 

"It was just boring, Mom. I mean, there weren't half the things to do there 
like last year," Brad said, carrying his suitcases to the foot of the 
stairs. 

"Now just a second, young man," Marrian said, her voice growing frosty. She 
put a restraining hand on his right arm. "I want to know what's wrong. Your 
sister comes home and she refuses to talk about why. Then you come home and 
give me the same story. I'm sorry, but I don't buy it. "Now, what's been 
going on. I'm your mother. I have a right to know!" 

It was quite a speech, one she hadn't planned on giving. Perhaps it was her 
frustration with her own weakness, that horrible weakness with Spark that 
had goaded her into pinning down her son. 

"There's nothing, Mom. Really . . . nothing's goin' on. Now I'm gonna put 
these things in the bedroom and I'll be down in a bit." 

She couldn't reach him, just as she couldn't reach her daughter Carrie. They 
had built some kind of wall up between her and them, and no matter how hard 
she tried to scale it, it was impossible. 

"Hi, Spark!" 

Marrian shivered again when she heard her son talking to the big dog. There 
was something obscenely grotesque about Brad petting the same dog that had 
made love to her twice so far. 

Rubbing her arms, Marrian retreated from the living room and walked through 
the kitchen into the hot outdoors. 

Carrie was stirring on the lounge chair, her thin arms raised slightly above 
her head. Her mouth was open in a yawn. 

"Oh, Mother," she said sleepily as Marrian came around. 

"I have some good news," Marrian began, taking in the full force of her 
daughter's beauty. Her small face framed with fine white-blonde hair, her 
sparkling blue eyes, every-thing about her was incredibly lovely. 

"Oh?" Carrie rose from the lounge chair, putting on her sunglasses and 
picking up the magazine at her feet. 

"Yes, your brother's home. Brad's home." Carrie swallowed down a scream as 
she tried to smile at the awful news. 

CHAPTER FIVE All through dinner little was said between brother and sister. 

Marrian couldn't understand it at all. Neither looked up at the other, the 
sounds of forks scraping dinner plates almost becoming maddening. 

Marrian had to pull conversation from the two of them, her questions being 
answered for the most part by a curt yes or no. 

In the end she felt a direct confrontation as to their attitudes and their 
reasons for coming home was wrong-at least for now. She would get at the 
bottom of this later. Right now she was tired, tired of the dog, of her 
feelings toward him, and now of the rising conflict between her and her 
children. 

"I'm going to bed, Carrie," she said, helping her daughter slip the dishes 
into the washer. 

"Oh, why don't you stay up and talk with us for a while, mom," Carrie 
suggested almost breathlessly. 

Marrian studied her daughter for a moment, noticing a slight trembling in 
her fingers. What on earth was wrong? Should she question Carrie more 
closely? But a wave of fatigue washed over her, dulling her perception, 
making her simply want to lie down and forget about everything for a moment. 

Passing one hand over her forehead, Marrian smiled weakly. "Perhaps 
tomorrow, dear. I'm just not feeling up to it tonight." 

Marrian closed her eyes, not seeing the panic registering on Carrie's face. 

Carrie now knew she would be alone with her brother. 

"Goodnight. Have a nice chat with your brother, dear." 

Carrie stood alone in the kitchen for several more minutes, her fingers 
tightening on the counter. She heard her mother talking briefly to Brad. And 
then there was silence. Of course she could go up to her room and bolt the 
door. But that was no way to live! She would be slinking around the house 
for the rest of her life, cowering under the shadow of her brother, waiting 
for him to . . . no, she couldn't face that, couldn't live through that kind 
of hell. Perhaps her mother was doing her a favor by retiring early. 

Carrie decided to speak to Brad now and get to the bottom of his strange 
behavior. 

Turning, straightening her back while squaring her shoulders, Carrie walked 
into the living room, stopping by the large couch. 

"Brad, I want to talk." 

Brad was slouched in the adjoining chair, a newspaper draped over one leg. 
He looked up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

Carrie felt her heart contract. She had to force herself to calm down. 

"I mean, I . . . I think you owe me an explanation why you ... why you did 
what you did," Carrie said, finishing the sentence in a whisper while 
glancing nervously up the stairs. If her mother even suspected what had 
happened that terrible night in the woods . . . 

"You mean when I came on to you?" Brad asked, his eyes sparkling even more. 

Carrie was shocked! She thought he was going to show remorse, even shame 
over what had happened. But this kind of reaction was more than she could 
endure. He was laughing at her, smiling at her discomfort! 

Carrie curled her fingers until the nails bit into her palms. She found 
herself resting against the back of the sofa, her breath becoming hard and 
labored. 

"You don't even feel sorry for having done that, do you?" Her voice sounded 
cold and hard. 

"Why should I be?" Brad said, putting down the paper and folding his hands 
behind his head. 

He looked cocky, challenging, as he stretched his long, muscular legs out in 
front of him. Carrie wanted to hit him, destroy that look of smug 
self-assurance. But all she could do was stand there and wither under his 
hot stare. 

"How can you say something like that? How? It's sick, Brad. What you tried 
doing there was . . . was wrong, perverted," she whispered, leaning slightly 
over the back of the couch. "No brother in his right mind would try 
to...to..." 

"To fuck his sister?" 

Carrie shuddered. He not only had said that horrible, forbidden word, but 
put so much emphasis on it. 

Carrie wanted to turn, rush up the stairs and join her mother. But something 
kept her riveted to the spot. Carrie felt so strangely icy and yet so hot at 
the same time. 

Damn him! Damn him and that horribly handsome face of his staring up at her! 

"Don't say that. It's . . . it's wrong and terrible," Carrie hissed, her 
cheeks turning beet red while her pulse raced furiously through her veins. 

"Why not? Lots of guys do it. Lots more than you think," he said quietly. 
His smile faded. 

Something else was on his mind, and Carrie could guess what it was. She 
tensed, feeling her muscles cramp. He was staring at her now in the same way 
he had stared at her back at the camp. 

Carrie backed away, drawing one hand over her belly. 

"You . . . you get away from me, Brad Faddis. You try anything and I'll . . 
. I'll call for Mother. If she knew what you were up to, she'd . . . she'd 
die, really die!" 

Brad rose lazily from the couch, stretching his arms over his head and 
yawning while pushing out his flat belly slightly. 

Carrie felt foolish at first, realizing he hadn't really made any overtures 
toward her. Then he moved quickly, grabbing her elbows and drawing her close 
to him. 

She could feel his hot breath panting against her throat, his fingers 
bruising her flesh. Carrie shivered, twisting in his grip, not daring to cry 
out and arouse her mother. His eyes seemed to burn into hers, making the 
blood boil in her veins! 

"I was a little drunk back there and got stupid. But I'm not drunk now, and 
I still want you," he whispered, his fingers tightening around her elbows. 

"You.... you don't know what you're saying, Brad. Please, I'm your sister. 
Your sister," she said, emphasizing the last word, hoping she would reach 
some sense of decency still in him. 

But her brother never lowered his gaze. Obviously he had confronted that 
problem and had dismissed it. 

She knew he wanted to fuck her. She could feel it in her bones, could see 
the desire in his hard black eyes. 

"And I think I'm gonna do it tonight ... right now." 

Carrie's flesh crawled while a tremor of desire rippled through her young, 
tight virgin cunt. 

"No, you can't be serious!" she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. 
"Mother, the neighbors. Oh Brad, you're out of your mind." 

Carrie tried to twist away from his grip. 

"Not that nuts. You don't know how I've wanted to fuck you, baby. I've been 
watchin' you grow up. You're better 'n half the girls at school. I thought 
it was wrong too. But now I don't give a fuck. I wanna fuck you, Carrie." 

"You don't know what you're saying! Oh God, God!" she gasped. 

Carrie was horrified. Her brother was going to rape her-right here in her 
house! This was worse than the dog, she thought. Incest! The word made her 
cringe in shame. The idea of having Brad do this to her, of popping her 
cherry, shot through her mind like lightning. Her brother! 

"Come on. We'll go downstairs to the rec room. There's a pull-out bed there 
and" 

"Get away from me, Brad!" Carrie nearly screamed, raising one foot and 
stomping down hard on his foot. 

Brad winced. His grip loosening for a moment. 

That was all Carrie needed. She twisted free of him, rushing behind the 
couch for a moment, then turning and bolting for the kitchen. She would rush 
outside, outside into the street if necessary. Surely her brother wouldn't 
pursue her out there for all the neighbors to see. Brad was no fool. 

"Damn it!" she heard her brother hiss behind her. 

In a moment he was rushing after her, grabbing her just as she neared the 
refrigerator. 

Carrie's arm was jerked back, his fingers bruising her flesh. He nearly 
pulled her arm from its socket as he wheeled her around. Then he raised one 
hand and slapped her hard across the face. 

Carrie's head snapped to one side, her long blonde hair splashing across her 
face. The sting of his fingers on her flesh made her cry as she stared up 
horrified at her brother. 

"Oh God!" she gasped. 

It was the end. She had reached the corner from which she couldn't escape. 
Now that she was helpless, her brother began to fondle her. 

"Yeah, yeah, this is gonna be great. You don't know how many nights I stayed 
up and jacked off, thinkin' about you. Once even stole a pair of your 
panties from mom's wash and jacked off with 'em on my prick. Felt great, 
Sis." 

Carrie felt sickened by this revelation. And yet she found herself breathing 
harder. "Stop this!" 

But he was pulling her through the doorway to the basement. 

Carrie felt the rush of cooler air from the cellar. 

"No, Brad . . . oh please!" 

But he had control of the situation now. He pulled her down, down until they 
reached the recreation room. 

"And I think you want it too. Yeah, you want it real bad." 

"You're wrong . . . you're wrong," Carrie said, somehow feeling that she was 
lying through her teeth. 

"Yeah?" 

Carrie knew she should be fighting this with all her will. But all she could 
do was tilt her face up when her brother slipped his hands around her waist. 
All this was a revelation to her "You don't want it, huh? You don't want me 
fuckin' you, huh?" 

"No, no, don't ... don't!" 

But his face came down in spite of her weak pleas. Carrie parted her lips 
slightly, licking them an instant before her brother kissed her. 

In a moment her protests were muffled by the kiss. She was curving her body, 
actually pressing her body against Brad's, loving the sensation of his chest 
rising and falling against hers. 

Her thighs were warm, and she could feel the rigid swelling of his prick 
pushing outward against his Levi's. It was just like that night when he had 
come upon her so suddenly at camp. Only this time there wasn't the surprise, 
that awful sense of shock that had nearly made her faint. Now there was 
another kind of surprise, a surprise at her own delight, at the power of joy 
that flashed hotly between her legs. 

Again and again she told herself this was her brother, her own flesh and 
blood. But the riot of emotions exploding in her veins negated that 
argument. All she wanted, all she cared for, was more excitement now. Now 
she was left panting and wanting, wanting her brother to do all he had 
promised to do to her! 

"Uhhhhhhh . . . " Carrie moaned as a hot thrill burned over her flesh. 

His prick was growing, moving slightly, as he searched her lips with the tip 
of his tongue. 

"Didn't take you long to warm up, huh?" 

"It's not right, Brad. It's just not right to be doing this." 

Brad shook his head, then kissed her lightly on the nose. 

"Who the fuck cares? Who's gonna know? Besides, it's probably best for you 
to learn about this shit from your own brother, right?" 

Carrie hesitated, biting her lower lip while glancing down shyly. 

"I . . . guess. But still, I don't feel right about it. Mom" 

"Don't worry about mom," Brad said impatiently, rolling his eyes up. "I'll 
take care of her if she finds out. And she's not gonna. Now come on. I'm so 
hot I could cum in my pants." 

"Brad!" 

He kissed her again, smothering her protests with his mouth and tongue. 

Carrie opened her mouth, going further than she had ever done before for a 
guy. And her brother was making her do all these new things, things she had 
only dreamed secretly about. He was tonguing her crazily now, making ripples 
of feverish tingles course over her. Just when he was pulling her more 
tightly against him, they froze, hearing movement above them. 

"Mother!" Carrie hissed, feeling her world crashing down around her. 

There was a scratching sound at the door. Brad relaxed, smiling broadly. 
"Spark. Guess he wants in on the action. Wanna let him down to watch?" 

Carrie blushed furiously. She knew that Brad couldn't possibly know about 
what had happened to her earlier. If he did, she would surely die of shame! 

"No! That's horrible, Brad! I mean . . no, I don't know if I-" 

"Sure you do." 

"But I'm . . . I'm so scared." 

His lips were back on hers, making her brain spin around and around until 
Carrie didn't know up from down. His hands were all over her, fumbling 
around her zipper, her blouse. Her skirt came off first. 

Carrie gasped into his mouth, feeling the skirt puddle around her ankles. 
Then Brad was smoothing his hands over her shoulders. And in the next moment 
Carrie felt her blouse slide off her shoulders, dropping to the floor. She 
caught his wrist when he touched the elastic of her panties. 

"Please, not yet . . . please, leave them on. I . . . I can't, not yet." 

"Bitchin'. Guess you haven't been around that much . . . maybe at all. 
That's good." 

"Brad! You know I've never slept with a guy before!" 

He smiled cockily, rubbing his fingers against her neck. Carrie began to 
love the feel of his hands. 

Brad undressed, taking off his shirt, revealing his broad, washboard belly 
and his rounded hard pecs. Carrie was swaying from side to side. And then 
his fingers were hooked around the elastic waistband of his white jockey 
shorts. It was too much. She couldn't bring herself to watch. 

She turned her head. And then he was holding her again, his hands moving 
around to her ass, rubbing them through the thin nylon of her panties. 

Carrie gasped. She felt something very hot and stiff touching the damp silky 
front of her panties. Brad hugged her small body close. She could feel the 
thick shaft of his cock then. A cock, a man's cock, her brother's prick! 

"No, I . . . I can't let this happen. Oh dear God, I just can't." 

Again her whispered protests were ignored. 

Carrie weakly twisted in his strong arms, feeling her will power slowly seep 
from her. 

"You know if mom found us we'd have to leave town," Brad said, laughing 
softly. 

"It's no joke, and we shouldn't-" 

Once more her protests were smothered with a kiss. 

CHAPTER SIX Again and again Carrie tilted her face up for a kiss. 

Brad was touching her ass, gently kneading each asscheek through the damp 
silky material of her panties. It felt so good, so damned deliciously good! 

But then all thoughts went from her mind as she felt the full length of her 
brother's ten-inch cock press against the crotch panel of her panties once 
more. It felt so good. She rocked her hips, feeling his prick gouge into the 
softness of her belly. 

But now the thought of having him on top of her, of having his prick 
sticking into her cunt, made her draw back a little. 

"Hey, don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you," Brad said, guessing the reason 
for her sudden reluctance. 

"It's just that I . . . I never did this kind of thing before and ..." 

His cock seemed so big, so stiff and hot. She remembered hearing some of the 
girls at school taking about guys and how they were built. How hot she had 
gotten listening to them! Yet, she never would have thought her own brother 
would be teaching her the facts of life. 

"Ummmmm ..." 

Carrie felt unbelievable forces moving in her body, forces that made her 
weak and breathless. 

Brad moved his hand down around her hips, trailing his fingers down her flat 
belly until he could curl them under her nylon-covered cuntal mound. 

Carrie stiffened as he rubbed the soppy material up between her cuntlips. 
Her legs shivered, her knees knocking against his. 

"Hot, huh? You're real hot, Carrie, hot for my prick," he whispered. 

"It's just that . . . oh, I don't know, I just don't know!" she wailed 
softly. 

"But does it feel good? Does it feel real good having me touch you like 
this?" 

Carrie trembled. For a moment she thought the sky would crash down around 
them if she admitted her true feelings. Then another feeling of arousal 
washed over her. 

"Yes, oh it feels soooooo good!" 

Brad laughed softly, then began pushing her backward in the poorly lit 
recreation room. 

Carrie felt her bare feet sliding over the cool tiles, felt the room 
spinning around. She felt the backs of her legs bumping the edge of the sofa 
bed. Sucking in a deep breath and holding it, she sat down. In a moment Brad 
was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, licking her hard nipples while 
he squeezed her big tits. 

"Ohhhhhh ..." 

"Carrie . . . God, you're good, real good," Brad gasped. 

"I . . . uhhhhhh ..." 

She felt his hipbones bumping up against hers. He was rubbing his cock up 
and down against her belly. She could feel his balls and the way the tip of 
his cock was shaped. 

In a moment of incredible daring, she wanted to touch his prick. She wanted 
to look at it, see how it was formed. She had read all those dumb books in 
sex-education class and had studied some mildly exciting pictures of an 
erect prick. But now there was a big one pressed against her panties, 
wetting down her nylon while a set of hot, hairy balls dragged over her 
upper thighs. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!" 

And the way her brother's teeth were nipping at her nipples made her arch 
her back, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress. She rubbed her legs 
against his, digging her fingernails into the nape of his neck. She was 
going mad, mad with lust, while her brother continued teasing her with his 
mouth and prick. 

"You wanna see me? You wanna see what's happening?" 

Brad arched back, moving up a little. When Carrie didn't move, he took her 
hand and stroked it over his muscled belly where the hair curled into his 
navel. She sucked in a hissing breath, her teeth clenched together from the 
tension as she felt the black stiff curls near the base of his cockshaft! 

"Ohhhhh ..." 

"Real nice, huh?" 

"It's so .... so big . . . and you can't shove that in me, Brad . . . oh 
no!" 

His cock was huge, bigger than she thought at first. Her brother was so 
strong and big and male and hairy. And she was so naked and helpless. And 
there was that fat prick, that horribly big thing throbbing up against her 
body. A scary kind of thrill about fucking shot through her body. 

"Come on, touch it . . . really get a grip on it and touch it." 

Carrie was starting to feel more and more daring, forgetting about the 
rightness and wrongness of the situation and concentrating on how good she 
felt. She curled her fingers around his big cock. 

"Uhhhhh ..." 

Brad obviously liked the way she was handling him. He groaned, closing his 
eyes while hunching his cock slowly in and out between her fingers. 

His prick was as had as iron, but the skin moved easily over that hardness. 
The head flared out and was spongy when she pushed one fingernail into it. 

Brad grunted, squirming his hips against hers once more. Even in the dark 
Carrie could make out that that cocktip was a kind of bluish purple, hot to 
the touch. 

His cock was about ten inches. It surprised her to think that there was a 
place in her cunt for something that long and so thick. She wondered 
sometimes if there were women who couldn't be fucked very deep. Carrie knew 
how slender and delicate her body was. Maybe her pussy was too slender, too 
fragile, for that fat, hard cock hanging from between her brother's legs! 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

Carrie slipped her fingers back until she could touch his balls. Her 
breathing was tight and labored. She was doing things that scared her. She 
didn't feel wicked, but she knew she had extended herself past anything that 
could be called common decency. 

"Squeeze 'em. Yeah, that's it, roll 'em around in your hand and squeeze 
'em." 

She heard her brother's breath catch when she curled her fingers around his 
hot, fleshy balls. He was pressing his knees against hers harder now, 
spreading her wide open while she kept on massaging his balls. 

"Brad, no, no . . . I . . . oh God, no..." 

Brad was kissing her neck, her shoulders, pulling her down, down on the 
small bed. 

Carrie couldn't stop him or the racing sensations shooting through her mind 
and body. Again she thought of her mother, thought of how she would try to 
explain about what had happened. 

"Ohhhhhhh ..." 

Brad was getting more and more frenzied, working his fingers down and around 
her body. The girl sucked a deep breath when she felt his fingers clutching 
at the underside of her cuntal mound. He was pressing her down, crushing the 
air from her. She knew he wanted to get her panties off, wanted to fuck her. 

"Nooooooooooo!" 

Then Brad stopped . . . at least for the moment. He was smoothing his hands 
down the sides of her body now, feeling how her waist dipped in. He kept 
telling her how good and fine she was, better than any girl he had ever 
fucked. 

His cock had slipped lower now, almost under her cuntal mound. She had 
soaked her panty crotch with hot juice. As he pumped his cock against her 
nylon-covered cunt, Carrie could tell where the crown of his prickhead was. 
It was shoving the material up between her cuntlips. This new, slippery, 
silky sensation was incredibly good. 

Carrie closed her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip under her teeth and 
rolling her ass around to increase the friction of her soppy cuntlips 
against Brad's prick. 

"Yeah, that's the way to move it around, Sis. Yeah, get that ass goin' ... 
nice and hot, nice and hot, just like you were born to it." 

It was madness, sheer madness to be doing this. But Carrie couldn't help 
herself. She was wetting herself and Brad as well. She knew it, and that 
knowledge made her buck her hips more wildly than before. 

"Uhhhhhh!" she groaned. 

That sensation between her legs was especially good now. It was so good, 
letting Brad tease her with his cockhead, tease her hard tingling clit. 

"Uhhhhh . . . man, it's gonna feel real good when I stick this mother into 
you." 

"Oh no, no, I won't let you!" she wailed, twisting her head away from his 
mouth. 

Again Carrie thought about that prick, about the size of that cock and how 
it couldn't possibly fit inside her cunt! He would tear something, rip her 
in half with his cock. 

"It's gonna hurt a little at first," he admitted, struggling to slip her 
panties back down. "But then you'll go nuts." 

Brad was humping his cock against her hard now. And the steady, sleek 
friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her. It was wilder than 
anything she had ever felt before. There was a fever of wild itching 
pleasure that seemed to rage over the most sensitive parts of her cunt. 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

He was touching her! He was touching her cunt with his prick. Her panty 
crotch had been twisted aside, stretched between her thigh and one cuntlip. 
His prickhead was gliding up and down her pussycrack. 

Carrie shivered at the sensation. Why was it exciting to know that his cock 
was so close to her cherry? It was exciting, terribly exciting. 

Fear overtook her. Frantically Carrie tried to pull the narrow band of nylon 
back over her pussy. But the slick material slipped from her fingers again 
and again. Brad's prick gouged steadily at her. He was grabbing her, holding 
her tightly, nearly bruising her flesh with his steady dry fucking. Then he 
trapped her wrist between their sweaty, grinding bellies. He was going to 
penetrate her with his cock if she couldn't wriggle away. 

"No ... oh don't, Brad, don't . . . don't fuck me, oh please ..." 

"The hell I won't. That's just what I'm gonna do to you, Sis. You're gonna 
feel my prick inside you if it's the last thing I do." 

"Oh no, no ..." 

His mouth was wet and hungry at her neck. She could feel his lips sliding 
over her throat, could feel his tongue licking the sweat off her flesh. 

Desperately Carrie tried to turn away, but Brad caught her head with both 
hands and smothered her protests with a tonguing kiss. She whimpered into 
his mouth, her nostrils flaring with fear and confusion as her brother 
fucked his cock against her cunt hole again and again. 

She felt him sliding down, going down to get a better angle for fucking her. 
He was trying to change the angle of his cock against her cunt. Carrie beat 
at his back with her fists, driving her heels against the backs of his legs. 

Brad pushed in, slipping his cockhead into her cunt! It was wild to feel 
something that big and hot and hard stretching her pussylips, squeezing its 
way into her cunt. 

"No . . . uhhhhhh!" 

Carrie still tried wriggling away, clawing at his neck while scooting her 
ass back. But Brad was too aroused to let anything like this prevent him 
from fucking his sister. He grunted, then bit down on the side of her neck. 
He trapped her firmly with his knees and hands as he hunched down a little 
harder. 

"Uhhhhhh ..." she gasped. 

Carrie couldn't move. She was pinned helplessly between her brother and the 
bed. Gasping, crying out softly, she felt more of his cockhead squeezing 
through her slick cuntal membranes. That stretching, terribly itchy-hot 
sensation was driving her mad! 

"Ohhhhh, lemme go . . . please ..." 

But both she and Brad knew she didn't want him to let go . . . not now. 

"Yeah, sure, you want me bad, baby ... real good and bad." 

"It's a lie . . . no, no . . ." 

His cock was inside her, actually inside her cunt! She felt Brad resting, 
felt the tension go out of his legs and knees for the moment as he gasped 
for breath against the side of her neck. He was toying with her nipples, 
squeezing the rubbery nubs until Carrie found herself gasping for more of 
that pinching feeling while his cockhead throbbed menacingly inside her 
cunt. 

"Yeah, shit, baby, you're better 'n I thought you'd feel." 

Brad hunkered down on her once more, sliding his prick deeper into her 
pussy. "Nooooo . . ." 

But something was happening to Carrie now, something that made her forget 
about all her fears about fucking. She could hardly breathe, her excitement 
was that strong. The muscles in her thighs and calves ached as she struggled 
against her brother's writhing body. 

Now she wanted him to fuck her now. She wanted to feel that long strong 
prick sawing in and out of her pussy. 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

But there was still some lingering fear that made her tilt her cunt so he 
slid up along her pussy slit. He kept touching the pulsing hot spindle of 
her clit. Again and again he was rubbing her clit. 

The room spun around madly, becoming blurry as her eyes rolled back in her 
head. If she could only hold him back for a few seconds .. . 

"No you don't, baby." 

Brad was on to her. He held her firmly by the shoulders, staring down hotly 
at his sister. 

Carrie felt his knees pressing against hers, spreading her open while his 
prickhead once more centered over her dribbling cunt, pressing down against 
her bloated cuntlips. This time there was no way that Carrie could squirm 
away from him. He was directly on top of her, holding her ass flat against 
the bed while inserting his prick right in her. 

"Uhhhhh . . . oh, oh, it's going . . . uhhh, it's going in!" 

Once more Carrie felt his prickhead stretching her outer cuntlips, working 
its way into her pussyhole. That hot, hard and stiff prick was pressing 
steadily against her outer cunt-lips, forcing its way through. Her cuntlips 
stretched, flattening back as the head of his cock picked up her seething 
juices and brushed against her clit once more. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . oh no, no, no!" 

Carrie arched her back like a cat, snapping her head back and pressing it 
against the dirty, crushed pillow. She no longer cared if her mother could 
hear her cries. She no longer cared if the world knew she was fucking her 
brother. It felt good, so good having that hot, hard prick fucking into her 
cunt. 

"Uhhhhh ... " 

Brad dragged his prick back a little, then moved it in again. 

Her cunt stretched wide, the ring of muscles surrounding the opening 
cramping tight. A shot of pain made Carrie gasp, her face turning white, her 
jaw slackening while her arms jerked against her brother's hard, hot body. 

"You gotta relax, baby, or it's really gonna hurt." 

"I can't . . . I can't . . . it's just that I'm all tense and afraid and" 

"I'll take care of that." 

She felt Brad sliding down, his tongue trailing along her body. He licked 
her tits first, sucking on her tender red nipples until she thought she'd 
die from the sensation. Then he kept moving on down, his hands moving 
sensuously against her thighs, his thumbs stroking the swollen edges of her 
puffy cuntlips. She could feel his breath blowing against the blonde slick 
pussy curls. 

And then Carrie felt something she couldn't believe. He was putting his 
mouth on her cunt! God, he was sucking her cunt! 

CHAPTER SEVEN "Ooooooh!" Carrie groaned. 

She stretched out her legs, her knees jerking up, then flopping back to the 
bed while her ass shot up and pranced madly for more of her brother's hot 
moist tongue. She could feel her brother's tongue tracing the curved pattern 
of her cuntlips. 

At times she could feel his nose touching her clit lightly, lightly enough 
to make her cinch down and shove more of her pussy against his sucking 
mouth. It was just like having Spark back here again, licking her into 
oblivion while her knees hugged his warm body. Only this time it was her 
brother wedged between her legs, her knees caressing the sides of his head 
while his tongue dipped again and again into her juice-seeping cunt. 

"Uhh . . . ohhhh God! God, Brad! Don't ... oh please, you're killing 
meeeeee!" 

She was breathing with harsh, raspy sounds while her brother's tongue 
scoured her cunt. She sucked in lungfuls of air with wheezing, whistling 
sounds through her flared nostrils. It felt so good to feel the juices 
seeping from her cunthole and wetting down Brad's tongue and face. She could 
hear the sounds of his mouth against her pussy, those same sounds she heard 
when Spark ate her cunt and sucked and licked her so well. 

"Brad . . . oh God, what are you doing to me! Oh God, no, if mother 

uhhhhhh!" 

Brad wasn't just licking her cunt. He was sucking her pussy, his tongue 
rimming the edge of her cuntal mouth, then dipping into her hot pussy hole 
again and again. It was too much for her. 

Carrie cramped her thigh muscles, angling her pussy up, hunching up again 
and again, fucking her brother's face with abandonment she never would have 
thought possible in herself. 

"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, you dig it, dig havin' my tongue in you. That's right, 
bitch, come on, fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth with your fuckin' cunt!" Brad 
rasped. 

"Oh, oh, I can't stop myself!" she cried, her head snapping from side to 
side. 

"Don't try, baby. Come on, move it, move that ass!" 

She felt him slapping her asscheeks, his fingers making her firm, plump 
asscheeks jiggle hotly under the constant attack. 

Carrie writhed. "Yes, oh yes . . . oh God, it feels soooooooo good, so very, 
very good!" 

He was licking her cunt faster and faster now, his fingers pressing on her 
thighs and spreading her legs farther and farther apart. Carrie liked that 
stretching sensation, like it even more, she thought, than getting fucked. 

Without really thinking about it, Carrie began moving her hips in a faster 
fucking motion. It was just like when Spark had fucked her with his tongue. 
She could almost hear the dog's growling as he neared the peak of his 
excitement. It felt marvelous-her brother's tongue fucking felt so good, 
almost better than that of the German shepherd's. She dug at the bed with 
her fingers, tossing her head from side to side. Carrie could feel her hair 
tangling around her throat and ears. 

And then Brad was moving back up, kissing her belly, snaking his tongue 
around her navel. When his tongue started licking at the hefty bottoms of 
her jiggling tits, Carrie shivered uncontrollably, her nails digging into 
his black straight hair. 

"Stop, oh please, stop . . . stop this!" she begged, her breath catching. 

"Can't! Just can't ..." 

Carrie shivered, knowing where this was going to wind up. 

"Mother might've heard us. Oh don't, don't do this to me any more!" 

But she was too weak to stop him. 

He frictioned her nipples with the palms of his hands, licking her up and 
down, his tongue wetting her body. 

Carrie whimpered again, feeling her head going back, her mouth lolling open. 
Brad cemented his lips to hers, tonguing her crazily while he ran one finger 
lightly along her cunt slit. Carrie cried out in his sucking mouth once 
more, smelling her cunt on his cheeks. It was all so overwhelming. 

She was close, so very close to cumming. All the kissing, the touching, the 
sucking had driven her to the edge. She twisted and writhed under her 
brother's hard-muscled body. 

"No you don't, baby. You're not gonna cum like this," Brad said, pulling 
away from her. 

"Oh no, no, no!" Carrie cried out wildly, grabbing at her brother. 

How could he do something like this to her? She needed his mouth on her 
pussy, on her lips, on her tits while his fingers did those marvelous things 
to her cunt. She wanted him fingerfucking her, sucking her, driving her over 
the edge. 

"Yeah. You're gonna feel my cock inside you, spreadin' you apart before you 
make it." 

She saw that grim determination in her brother's eyes. 

"I loosened you up enough with my tongue. Gotta take it now, kid." 

"No, no! More tongue . . . more tongue ... no, no!" she cried. 

But Brad was beyond the tongue-fucking stage now. He had climbed back onto 
her in the mounting position, his ass poised high in the air. 

She could feel his prickhead pressing against her slick cuntal slit once 
more. He was sliding down, down, his cockhead gurgling through the simmering 
juices of her pussy. Carrie snapped her head from side to side as she felt 
her pussy being gradually fucked open. It was as if he were tearing her in 
two, spreading her open to the ripping point! 

"Noooooo! " 

Again she arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the dirty sofa. 

"Relax, baby. Come on, relax, Sis. It's gonna hurt if you don't, and I'm not 
gonna eat you out any more to make you feel better. I've gotta have you now, 
Carrie. Gotta have my prick inside you." 

She moaned, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth a tight scar while a pulse 
throbbed in her throat. She could feel her cunt being filled, being 
stretched and filled with that prickmeat. She let out a wooshing breath of 
air as another inch of his cockmeat squeezed into her sucking cunthole. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

Carrie moved her hips a little, feeling his prick stir around inside her 
cunt. It was mad, a wild feeling! 

"Shit! You keep doin' stuff like that and I'm gonna pop off right now." 

Carrie stopped moving. Now she didn't want her brother to cum so soon. Now, 
with some of his cock slipping into her, Carrie had a change of heart. She 
liked that feeling of his prick spreading her pussy open, pressing against 
the trembling membranes of her pussy, She gasped a wet kiss against the side 
of his throat, moving her ass a little more. 

Another inch of cock went into her pussy when Carrie felt something that 
made her stiffen. Pressing her heels against the backs of her brother's 
legs, she moved her hands up. She shoved against him, her fingers pressing 
against his broad shoulders while a sob of fear escaped from her mouth. 

"It's your cherry, Carrie. Shit, guess you didn't fuck around much with 
other guys. That's good. It's gonna be good knowin' I broke my own sister 
in," Brad panted, kissing her hotly and driving his tongue deep into her 
throat. 

Carrie struggled. He was hurting her, really hurting her now with his 
prickhead. Her face was red and pinched. 

"Don't . . . ohhhhhh God!" she gasped. "Easy, easy, baby . . . come on, take 
it easy and it's gonna be all right." 

He moved his prick back and forth, less than an inch each time. Carrie bit 
her lower lip, feeling something tearing inside her cunt. 

Brad's raspy moans sounded more strangled with each passing second. He 
slipped one hand between their bellies and ran one finger along the center 
of his sister's cuntal mound. 

Carrie shivered, letting her hips roll toward her brother once more. Her 
cunt felt more heated, more excited. The pain in her pussy slackened. There 
was a fresh, heavier flow of her pussy juices around his prickhead now. 

"Oh what . . . what's happening to me? Oh, oh, it's so ..." 

Carrie felt the ridge of his prickhead moving up into her pussy. 

"Gonna go for it, now, now ... 

Carrie felt him moving his hand around a little. Then he was pressing one 
finger right on the tip of her clit. Carrie gasped, her eyes widening while 
her mouth opened and let out yet another rush of air. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned. 

Suddenly a short, sharp bolt of lightning shot up her spine and exploded in 
her brain. With a shove, the head of her brother's cock shot forward, 
pressing against her cherry, forcing it to bend and pucker inward. 

"Nooooooo!" 

And then it happened! 

Carrie felt something tearing and ripping inside her pussy. It was one of 
the strangest feelings she was ever to have in her life! And yet, almost 
before she knew it, the tearing sensation was gone. 

Carrie began crying. "Uhhhh . . . uhhhh!" 

"Don't worry about it, baby. It's all over now, all over." 

His cock was moving around in short, slow strokes. 

"That was real good, real good. Better 'n the broads I've been fucking,'' 
Brad said. 

He moved his hips slowly as more and more of his cock sank into Carrie's 
tight, sucking pussy. 

Carrie sniffled. The sensuous feelings welling out from her cunt felt nice. 
She was a woman now, a woman with her brother's prick spreading her cunt 
wide open. She let out another gasp as his cock kept inching into her pussy. 

"Uhhhhhhh ... ohhhhh, that was so good, so very good. It's so nice, Brad. I 
never thought it would've been this good." 

A wild hunger began welling up inside her now that her cherry had been 
pierced. Slowly, then with increasing speed, Carrie began moving her ass 
back and forth. 

Brad let out a groan and shoved down. She never would have thought that 
something as big as her brother's cock would have fit inside her cunt. It 
made her gasp just to think about it. And when Brad began pulling back, it 
felt as if he were turning her cunt inside out. 

"Uhhhh, Brad . . . it's ..." 

"Hurting you?" 

"No, it's just that . . . oh God, it's driving me crazy!" 

Brad smiled, pulling his cock back for a second and looking at his fucked 
sister. 

"That's supposed to happen. You're gonna go nuts, right? That's what I 
promised you. When I get through, you won't know down from up for a while," 
he said, his lips curling up into a smile. 

"Oh yes, yes . . . " Carrie replied. 

That's what she wanted, an experience that would nearly destroy her mind, 
shatter it into millions of flashing bits. His prick would do that, and 
Carrie could sense that in the way he was fucking her now-nice and slow, but 
with the implied threat of a hard fucking coming up. 

"Uhhhhh . . . " she groaned. 

Brad flattened himself against her body now, panting in her ear. 

She stroked and caressed his back, matching his pumping movements with 
motions of her own. Carrie was experimenting, moving her body around and 
around, feeling his prick stir inside her cunt. She threw her head back 
again and again, while her heels banged against Brad's kidneys. Fuck. Fuck. 
She loved thinking that word, even whispering it now as her brother stroked 
her cunt with that big cock! "Fuck . . ." she gasped. 

Her cunt walls buckled in from the rising excitement, her pussy muscles 
cramping and milking against Brad's fucking prick. All the nerve endings in 
Carrie's cunt seemed to be sparking with sensation. Carrie gradually moved 
her ass around faster, urging her brother to increase the depth and speed of 
his fuck strokes. 

"Too much, man! Fuck, you're too much, Sis! You got one hell of an ass!" 

She felt her brother reach around and grab her ass, his big fingers sinking 
into her shivering assflesh while he began fucking her cunt with his prick. 

The slapping sound of his balls against her turned-up ass drove her wild! 
Carrie let out more whimpering sounds as she struggled for breath. 

"Fuck it out, baby! Come on, fuck it out, show me how much you want my . . . 
uhhhhh ... my cockmeat! Yeah, that's it. I wanna feel you grabbin' me with 
your fuckin' insides ... uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!" 

Carrie felt the knot of sensation spin around and around in her belly. Her 
hips rolled as his prick in her pussy seemed to grow. Brad's cock rammed 
into her like a machine now, driving in the full length. The heavy, sweaty 
mass of his groin slapped against her ass, making her cunt clutch at it in 
spasms. Carrie felt her cunt being impaled, sacrificed to the thick mass of 
his prickmeat. She spread her knees even more widely apart. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she whimpered with each heavy stroke. 

"Yeahhhhhh . . ." Brad gasped. 

Electric-like shocks jolted from her clit, making her cunt flame hotly. A 
blazing sensation shot through her, taking all her breath away for a moment. 
Carrie hung there suspended in time for several seconds, her cunt throbbing 
and pulsing madly while her brother's cock fucked and slurped back and 
forth. 

"Uhhhhh ..." 

Carrie could only hear of the roaring of her pulse. The swirling movements 
of her brother's prickhead in her pussy jabbed into every sense she had. She 
could hear the pistoning strokes. She could smell the juices of their 
fucking. The sound of her pulse increased. Someone yammered, perhaps her, as 
she neared the brink of her endurance. 

"Uhhhhh ... ohhhhhh, Brad!" 

A mountain of lust swelled up in her crotch. Carrie felt his prick shoving 
madly back and forth, driving even more sensation into the overloaded 
circuits of her brain. Her hips churned and pumped, the noisy slurping of 
her cuntjuice filling her ears. A great, earth-shaking vibration started in 
Carrie's pussy, then blasted out in waves through the rest of her body. 

She opened her eyes wide. "Yaggghghhhh!" 

The crest in her belly finally exploded. Carrie felt herself breaking into 
small pieces. A huge, splintering noise assaulted her ears. She felt as 
though she had died in that first moment of her climax. 

"Eaaaaaaggghhhhh!" she screamed. 

Another monstrous orgasm racked her. She bucked under the ramming strokes of 
Brad's prick. She saw nothing but millions of brightly burning stars as the 
power of her cum shook her to the depths of her soul. It felt good, very, 
very good. Her fingers dug into Brad's ass, dragging him even deeper into 
her cunt. She closed her eyes once more and let the tapering waves of her 
climax carry her away. 

"Uhhhhhhh ..." 

And then it was over. 

Her brother stopped his pumping movements, resting heavily on her body for a 
few more moments. 

"Yeah, that was good . . . a good breaking in, Sis. You're a quick study." 

Carrie felt a flash of shame cut through the red fog that had settled over 
her. What had she done? Oh God, what on earth had she done? She had 
committed an act of incest with her brother, and worse than that, she had 
enjoyed it! 

"Ohhh . . ." 

"Don't worry about it, Carrie. I'm not gonna tell Mom. Wouldn't spoil my 
chances at havin' the best piece of ass in town, now, would I?" 

Carrie sobbed, turning her head away and feeling hot tears course down her 
flushed cheeks. 

CHAPTER EIGHT What was wrong with those children? First they seemed to 
ignore one another. Now they were thicker than thieves, always hanging 
around one another, just like they used to be when they were all a complete 
family. 

Marrian clenched her fingers into fists until the knuckles whitened. She was 
still without a man, a man to hold her, to fuck her. She needed that, needed 
the feel of a man on top of her, piercing her with his prick while she 
squirmed like a wild woman under him. 

Standing there in her short shorts that hot August mid-afternoon, Marrian 
couldn't stand being alone any more. Watching Carrie and Brad go off to the 
school pool nearly arm and arm earlier in the day, Marrian realized she had 
to have someone, even if it was just Spark. 

"Spark ..." 

She had sworn to herself she wouldn't do that again. There were far too many 
risks of exposure. How could she survive if Carrie or Brad were to discover 
her fucking a dog? Just thinking about it made her tremble. 

But then other thoughts made her shiver as well. Alone. Terribly alone. Not 
even the children were there to be with her. 

She closed her eyes, fighting down the tears. 

Turning her head to one side, she looked at the dozing German shepherd. A 
large lump settled in her throat, one that nearly blocked the air from her 
lungs. Her fingers tightened on the counter. Couldn't she fight that hot, 
tight itchy feeling deep in her cunt? Couldn't she say no just once? 

"No! God in heaven, I wish I could, but I just can't," Marrian whispered, 
shaking all fears and doubts from her mind. 

There would be no more silent conversations, no more debates in her mind 
about what was right and what was wrong. Carrie had her life, and so did 
Brad. They could do as they chose, and so could she. 

"Uhhh . . ." she sighed. 

Marrian glanced up at the red round wall clock. There was more than enough 
time for her to have fun with the dog. 

"Spark." How low her voice was ... and trembling as well! 

She was really hot this time, hotter than she had been for a long time. A 
rush of emotion made her flesh glow while a tightening sensation began in 
her throat and spread quickly to her chest. She put one hand at the base of 
her neck, controlling herself as best she could while she moved up to the 
animal. 

"Spark?" 

The handsome young dog pricked up his ears at the mention of his name. 
Rolling up his eyes, he stared at the woman standing above him. 

"Oh, Spark, it's time. Come on, boy, it's time." 

He caught the note of emotion in her voice and rose, shaking his big body 
into action. 

Marrian gasped, biting down on her lip, closing her eyes and pushing back 
those disturbing doubts once more. No more doubts. 

No more worries. 

Squaring her shoulders, she marched through the living room, then up the 
stairs, Spark following closely behind. 

"Ohhhhh, good dog." 

They reached her bedroom. 

Marrian closed and locked the door carefully before skinning the jersey from 
her body and tossing it onto the near-by chair. How good and sexy it felt to 
rub her aroused nipples! 

Turning around, she saw herself in the mirror, the dog panting at her side. 
Poor thing. He was so hot in this August weather. Well, she was going to 
make him that much hotter, and he'd forget about the discomfort of the 
summer day . . . at least for a while. 

Hooking her fingers under the elastic band of her blue shorts, Marrian 
stepped under the elastic band of her blue shorts, Marrian stepped from 
them, rubbing her fingers over her itchy thigh flesh. 

"Ummmmm ... feels good." 

Padding to her bed, sat on the edge, bracing her hands slightly behind her 
thighs while spreading her knees widely apart, her cunt within the dog's 
licking distance. 

"Good, Spark, good. Come on, boy, come on and lick Marrian," she whispered 
huskily. 

The dog paused, staring at the dark red glistening cuntmeat barely visible 
through the thick mat of her blonde cuntal curls. Then he moved forward, his 
tongue hanging so teasingly from the corner of his mouth. 

"Yes, yes, you damned dog! Yes, lick me there!" 

Marrian let her head fall back, feeling the brushy sweep of her hair over 
her shoulders. Her thighs tensed, relaxed, then tensed again, flexing 
against Spark's insinuating head. Her toes curled, cramping, while her heels 
danced over the thickly carpeted floor. That itchy good feeling spread to 
all parts of her body, her belly growing warm and tense while her nipples 
rose thickly from the surrounding aroused flesh. 

"Ummmmmm ... " 

Dots of perspiration broke out on her forehead. That tongue, that delicious, 
pleasure-bringing tongue, raked up and down her cunt slit, touching all the 
right sensitive spots of her pussy. Again the muscles of her pussy cinched 
and cramped against the muzzle' prodding her. 

"Oh, Spark ... uhhhhhhh ..." 

Marrian kicked out one leg, bending it at the knee and letting it fall 
farther away from the other. She was spreading herself wide open that way, 
leaning back more on the bed, opening her cunt completely to the snarling 
beast. "Uhhhhh ..." 

Up and down, up and down the dog's tongue sloshed, leaving a thick greasy 
trail of saliva in her pussy. It felt good having that dog's tongue curling 
around her swollen cunt-meat, adding to the heat rising and simmering her 
brain. 

"Uhhh . . . there, oh yes, there!" 

He was moving his snout up, letting the bristly hairs of his nose tickle her 
clit. That teasing touch made her gasp for air! 

She swiveled her ass on the bed, hearing the box springs groan and squeak 
with her violent moves. And still Spark stayed with her, both paws braced on 
the edge of the queen-sized bed, his maw buried in the thicket of her blonde 
cuntal bush. Again and again his tongue slipped in, brushing over her 
pulsing red cuntmeat while his nose rubbed over and over her sputtering 
clit. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . God! Nothing . . . nothing could be as good as . . . this!" 

Marrian struggled for a moment, then fell back on the bed, her legs still 
draped over the side. She was kicking against the bedframe frantically, 
hunching her ass up, feeling the hot licking drag of the German shepherd's 
tongue over her cunt. 

Juice mixed with the dog's spit, trickling over her thighs and oozing into 
her sweaty asscrack. 

"Lick me, doggie! Oh yes, yes, Spark touch me there with your . . . 
unnnnghhhhhh .. . with your tongue! Oh damn, damn .. . damn ... " 

Marrian tossed like a small boat caught in a hurricane, her body rolling 
half over, then stopping only to roll over to the other side. Her tits 
slapped wetly together, the nipples standing straight up to their full 
half-inch lengths, throbbing and aching to be touched, to be caressed, to be 
licked. 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

She pulled herself farther up onto the bed, digging her fingernails into the 
coverlet. The pillow was beneath her head, and she felt the sheets gathering 
up under her prancing ass. The room seemed to spin around and around as the 
dog followed her, wallowing between her white, shivering legs. 

"Yes, come up here, Spark! Come up here and lick me off!" 

The animal needed no further encouragement. He sat there, wedging his big 
head between her spread thighs and chowed down. 

Marrian arched her body, pressing her head into the crushed pillow. And her 
cunt! The animal was caressing it, letting his long pink sloppy tongue lick 
up from the swollen bottom junction of her pussylips to the top where her 
clit stood up hard and pink and hot. 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

And yet there was something missing, something that left the woman 
unfulfilled. In spite of his licking, in spite of the pressure of his tongue 
against her pulsing cuntmeat, Marrian wanted something more. She knew what 
it was, and she trembled. 

She needed the pressure of a prick inside her. She needed the sensation of a 
hard hot cock sawing back and forth in her pussy, stretching her apart while 
her clit throbbed against it. She needed to be fucked, and to be fucked by 
something more than a tongue! 

"Spark ..." 

Marrian stopped her bucking, reaching down and pushing her fingers through 
the dog's thick coat of gray fur. 

The dog stopped tonguing her for a moment and stared back at her. His eyes 
glowed, glowed as if they belonged to a wolf! 

Marrian shivered, her blood freezing and burning at the same time as she 
thought of letting him have his way. 

"I can't . . . I just can't ..." 

But again those dark forces were swirling around in her head, taking over 
both her thoughts and actions. Marrian groaned, dropping her hands from the 
animal's head. She paused only for a moment. Then, as if possessed, she bent 
her right knee and rolled onto her belly. 

Spark pulled away, barking with frustration for the moment. But Marrian knew 
he would be happy when he realized what she wanted, what she desperately 
needed! 

"Oh, Spark ... " 

Slowly Marrian rose on her knees and elbows, feeling the sexy pull of her 
tits against her upper chest. She lowered her head, her long blonde hair 
curtaining her face. Her cunt burned and throbbed now like a festering wound 
as she pushed her knees farther apart on the bed. Her back arched down while 
her ass angled up. 

"Oh Spark," Marian groaned, wagging her ass from side to side. 

The dog began whimpering, somewhat con-fused. Then the whining turned to a 
growl that she knew to be excitement. 

Her heart beat wildly, pushing the blood through her veins at a speed that 
startled her. 

Spark was moving up, breathing heavily, sniffing at the wet, fur-fringed 
cunt peeling open in front of him as she pushed her knees farther apart. 

"Uhhhhhh . . . touch me, fuck me ..." 

Marrian was mad, insane with lust, as she bobbed her ass frantically in the 
air, whimpering, wanting the dog to touch her with his cock. She wanted to 
feel that long, red knobby boner slithering into her cunt! 

"Uhhhhh . . . yesssssss!" 

Spark was licking her again, licking her so deliciously, so lightly! 

Marrian gasped, trembling as if someone were touching her cunt with a live 
electric wire. The dog was nosing her thigh, then dragging that wonderful 
hot tongue up along her throbbing cuntal mound. How good it was to feel her 
outer cuntlips peel back once more as blood filled them! It was wonderful, 
mind-bending! 

Marrian wagged her ass back and forth once more, gasping at the thought that 
it was a dog, an animal, doing this to her, making her feel so good, so much 
a woman! 

"Fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh God, Spark, fuck me, fuck me!" 

The word, fuck, burned into her confused brain. She wanted the animal 
mounting her, holding her, as he drove his boner into her, cunt. How her 
head spun! 

Spark sensed there was a new game here. He was beginning to get more and 
more wild, edging his teeth against the hollows of her thighs. Then he 
licked against her cunt once more. 

Marrian shivered violently, arching her back up once more. Biting down on 
her lip, Marrian moved one hand around, edging it back until she could feel 
her spit-slick cunt. She shoved one finger into her cunt and searched, 
feeling the velvety walls clamp shut on her digit and suck on her finger. 
She was ready, good and hot and ready for a cock! A cock! A man's cock. How 
would it feel to have a good, hard, hot prick fucking her now, spreading 
apart her itchy cuntal walls, touching her clit, driving her into a 
whimpering climax? 

"Oooooohhhhhhh!" 

The thought brought whimpery gasps from her throat. With another cry Marrian 
dropped her hand to the bed and clawed the coverlet. She needed something to 
fill herself with, something to fill her pussy. 

"Harder, Spark . . . harder!" 

Spark was concentrating his licking in her seeping pussy. He pushed his pink 
tongue down into the steamy membranes of her pussy. 

Marrian closed her eyes tightly, her face red and streaked with perspiration 
as she tried hard to imagine a prick sliding into her cunt. 

When she tried to move to the imaginary cock would go deeper, the fantasy 
dissolved. Marrian could tell it was something quite different from a cock. 

Spark growled, nipping roughly around the edges of her cunt. His back humped 
up and down, more of his prick slithering out of the sheath until it was 
exposed, glistening with his juices, ready to be slipped into her cunthole. 

Marrian groaned, peering over one shoulder and seeing his cock sticking 
straight out, the pointed tip so red, so slick! She shivered, wondering if 
she had the courage to let the animal fuck her with that ugly looking and 
yet strangely appealing cock! 

"Ohhhh . . . Spark!" 

Marrian bobbed her ass up and down frantically once more. Spark was making 
whimpering sounds once more. He was licking her ass, smelling her, then 
wetting each asscheek. 

Marrian could feel the warm, moist strokes of his maw. The spittle drying 
against her heated flesh made her moan louder. The tickle against her pussy 
was excruciating. She spread her knees farther apart, letting the animal 
have more of her cunt. 

She was giving Spark, encouragement to fuck her. He was going to be fucking 
in and out of her. Marrian kept the image of what was about to happen inside 
her., It made her hotter, made her cunt burn as if someone had set fire to 
it! The idea of an animal fucking her drove her wild! 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

Paws scratched at her ass. And then... she felt him climb on her, felt his 
paws sliding up her back then around her sides. He was holding onto her, 
slipping his head in the small hollow between her jutting shoulder blades. 

Marrian's mind whirled madly. She perspired under the heavy coating of dog 
fur, while a thrill filled her taut tits. Her long blonde hair hung down to 
curtain her face. 

The weight of the dog! How sexily he pressed down against her. She moved her 
shapely ass, dipping it, then wagging it from side to side. Something was 
brushing her asscrack, then slipping down to her pussy. It was Spark's 
knobby prick. Closing her eyes again, Marrian tried picturing the dog's 
cock-funnel-shaped, knobby, dark red and moist as it throbbed against her 
pussy crack, waiting to get in. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh . . . fuck, fuck! Oh yes! Fuck me good!" 

Marrian bobbed her ass to urge the dog on. She could hear Spark growling, 
tightening his grip around her ribcage while his breathing against the back 
of her neck became unsteady, shallow, panting. 

"Fuck," she whimpered softly. 

It was going to happen. 

She was going to let Spark fuck her. Not even God could stop this awful, 
degrading act as Marrian crouched, waiting for Spark to drive in his prick. 

CHAPTER NINE "Ooooohhhhhhh . . . yes, yes, it's ... it's going in! Oh God, 
it's going . . . going in! Spark Spark, ohhhhhh God!" 

Marrian shook her head from left to right, feeling her long blonde hair 
splashing over her knuckles. He was slipping the tip of his red doggie prick 
into her cunt mouth. Marrian could feel it pushing past her outer labes, the 
knob caressing the tender folds, then slipping itchily past the moist 
sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cuntlips. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" she gasped, her mouth opened to suck in more oxygen. 

She felt the red barb of the dog's cock penetrating shallowly, then sliding 
deeper and deeper! Her knees slipped farther apart, her ass dipping down a 
little more while Spark pushed his prick in steadily. 

"Yes, oh yes . . . oh my God, it feels soooo . . . so wonderful, so terribly 
wonderful! Nothing in the world could've felt this good!" Marrian gasped, 
encouraging the dog to fuck her deeper by clamping her cuntlips hard against 
his prick. 

Spark cried out, snarling and growling on top of her while holding on for 
dear life. 

She felt his paws scratching her sides, felt his breath panting even more 
hotly against her neck while his tail brushed over her ankles. And all the 
while his prick was sliding in, the big knob tickling and bumping so 
teasingly against her clit and the super-sensitive hollows and folds of her 
cunt. 

"Uhhhhhhhh ..." 

It was the end of the game for Marrian. She crouched there, her tits hanging 
down, her stiffened nipples brushing sexily over the coverlet while Spark 
snarled and held onto her. The dog's cock brushed over the electrically 
charged sex button of her clit. 

"Uhhh . . . huhhhrrrr! Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrrrr!" Marrian cried, shaking her 
head from side to side like a wild animal. 

Strings of drool oozed from both corners of her opened mouth while her eyes 
glazed over. Her fingers clawed wildly at the bed while her toes curled and 
cramped. 

Fucking. Fucking with a dog. The thought kept recurring again and again in 
her whirling mind as Spark inched yet more of his prick into her pussy. 
Marrian whirled her ass around and around, stirring his prick in her pussy, 
feeling every bump of his cock against her seepy cuntal lining as juice 
oozed and wet down the backs of her white, trembling thighs. 

"Can't . . . can't stop . . . can't stop! Oh God, can't stop!" 

Things had gone too far. The ceiling could have crashed in and Marrian 
wouldn't have stopped for the world. The headboard of the bed clattered 
angrily against the wall as the frantic woman whimpered, twisting her body 
from side to side to increase the already mind-blowing friction between her 
legs. 

A dog fucking her! It nearly made her cum right there simply thinking about 
the idea. And the dog was there, sawing his prick back and forth, pistoning 
his cock in and out of her pussy, his prick making those sexy squishing 
sounds that sent shivers racing up and down her curved spine. 

"Harder, Spark . . . ohhhhh, harder!" 

The animal was winding up in his final fucking round. She could hear the 
whining sounds coming from him and knew the dog was close to shooting out 
his load. He was holding her hard now, rubbing the bottom of his nose 
against the back of her neck while his hindlegs pranced nervously behind 
her. She could feel his tail brushing more frantically against the backs of 
her legs, his paws at times digging into her ankles. 

"Uhhhhhhh . . ." 

Faster, harder, the dog made her grunt with each terrifying downward thrust! 
The dog's fur tickled and warmed her flesh until Marrian found herself 
dripping with sweat. 

And there was that big cock knob, that large greasy bump he was trying to 
work into her pussy! Marian tensed, feeling her cuntal muscles cramp shut. 

Spark was whining and growling, moving from side to side, trying to slip all 
of his prick into her. 

"Nooooo!" she screamed. 

Marrian bounced up and down, a white heat exploding in her pussy. Wild 
signals were exploding from her pussy, searing her mind, while a moment of 
madness hung over her for what seemed like an eternity. "Yaggggghhhhh!" 

She was cumming, climaxing with the dog's cock in her! Marrian whimpered and 
gasped, barely able to keep her position on the bed while Spark kept sawing 
and pistoning his prick into her. Now she wanted that dog's cock exploding 
in her, shooting squirt after spurt of jizz into her belly, into her cunt. 
Marrian squeezed her convulsing pussy muscles tight against that squirming 
hunk of doggie prickmeat. If only he would cum now, if only he would shoot 
and . . . 

There was a pause, a pause that told Marrian Spark was about ready to cum. 
He was snarling and snapping, his big, furry body trembling mightily on top 
of hers. And then he let out with a long howl, as he began to shoot his load 
of doggie spunk in her pussy. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" 

Marrian cinched her eyes shut again, her face wrinkling up in an expression 
of pain as she felt his hot cum spattering against her convulsing pussy 
walls! 

Again and again the dog fire hosed his spunk into her, his paws raking her 
body, tearing at her flesh, while his small furry balls pumped more and more 
jizz into her. 

Nothing, nothing in the world could be this good. Again and again her cunt 
muscles cramped down, cinching hard on his prick, drawing more and more 
pleasure from the barking, whining animal as Marrian's world spun madly into 
a whirlwind of fiery sexual pleasure. 

And then it was over. 

Slowly, gradually, the explosions deep in her pussy subsided. She was still 
whimpering, clawing at the bed, bobbing her head up and down as the violent, 
mind-searing convulsions tapered away. 

Marrian felt like collapsing weakly on the bed, but somehow she managed to 
stay in her crouching position. Her belly sagged down-ward while her 
forehead nearly touched the pillow before her. 

Spark let out another growl, then slowly pulled away, his softening knobby 
boner sliding out of Marrian's pussy with a squishy sound. 

"Uhhhh ... Ooohhhhhh!" 

Shivers of unholy delight made her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. As the 
animal withdrew, Marrian could feel his cum oozing out of her cunt hole, 
dribbling down the backs of her legs. 

Thoughts now of guilt and shame raced into her mind. Crouching like a gutter 
bitch had added to the terrible feeling of dishonor and horror. 

"God . . . God in heaven, I've done it ... I've finally done it." 

Yet there was the sense of satisfaction, the sense that she had finally been 
fucked, and fucked well. Her dog, her pet German shepherd, had licked her 
pussy into near-ecstasy, then followed up with a fucking spree that blew her 
mind. She whimpered, shut her eyes once more as if that would somehow erase 
what had happened to her. 

But it was too real. The dog had fucked her. He had slipped his prick into 
her and fucked her. She could feel his cum oozing out. 

And now Spark was on the floor by the bed, curled up, his head bobbing up 
and down as he licked his shrinking cock and balls. The slurping sounds of 
his tongue against his furry groin were too much for her to bear. 

Shivering once more, Marrian gathered her-self up, crawling forward, sliding 
off the bed. She staggered, both hands stretched in front of her for 
balance. Fucked by a dog! Fucked by a dog! 

Hugging her body protectively, she rushed from her bedroom, her mouth opened 
with horror as she padded naked down the hall toward the bath. Streams of 
the animal's jizz trickled down her legs, sickening her by the time she 
reached the shower. 

"Oh God, God ..." 

What a horror, what a shameful thing to live with! How could she ever face 
her daughter or her son? 

Another warm trickle of dog cum ran down the inside of her thigh as she 
thought of what she had done. 

"Ooooohhhhh ..." 

Turning on the water, Marrian stepped into the tub and tried washing away 
the recent memory of the doggie fuck. Nothing would take that away. Nothing. 
She would have to live with that for the rest of her life. 

She twisted and turned in the shower, a faint smile on her lips. The act had 
been shameful, but how the dog had fucked her! It had felt good to have a 
prick inside her, sawing back and forth, touching her clit in that special 
way. 

At the school pool Brad had sneaked his sister into a small office behind 
the girls locker room and was fondling her tits. 

Carrie was unsure about all this, still holding onto, the skimpy bottoms of 
her pink bikini while her brother was trying to untie them and slip them 
off. Her stiff, red nipples rubbed sexily against his hairy chest, drawing 
gasps of delight from her opened mouth. 

"Ohhhh, Brad, it's just not . . . not right," Carrie moaned, her feet 
slipping on the cold concrete. 

"Why not? Out there, we'd have an audience. It's more private in here," he 
quipped, framing her head with both hands and trying to kiss her. 

Carrie drew back, feeling those awful, wonderful flashes of heat exploding 
in her pussy. 

"I don't mean that," she said, lowering her eyes modestly and searching for 
the right words. She wanted him, wanted him inside her just as he had fucked 
her before! Her breath was coming in short, gaspy pants. She wanted him 
fucking her, but not here in the gym. If someone were to come in and find 
them .. . 

"Then what?" 

"Well, it's so . . . public, and . . ." 

Carrie couldn't finish her sentence. There were objections to having Brad so 
close, letting him touch her like this. But the thought of leaving now 
depressed her. It was so good having him pressing up against her like this, 
having his fingers toying with her nipples, stroking her thighs, smoothing 
over her legs, then coming around once more to her asscheeks and squeezing 
them until she gasped wetly against the side of his neck. 

"That's what makes it so exciting, I guess. Besides," he added, rubbing his 
nose, "I want you now. Feel it?" 

Carrie groaned as he gripped her wrist and pulled her hand down to his 
swimming trunks. She could feel her brother's hot throbbing prick through 
the white cotton material. His cock was jerking and pulsing when her fingers 
brushed over it, jerking more frantically at her touch. She could feel the 
crown now, feel the head of his cock heavy with blood and hot for her cunt 
with her fingertips. 

"Fuck it out, baby. It's gonna be all right here," Brad said, peering over 
her shoulder and spotting the long couch on the other side of the desk. 
"Nobody's gonna come into the coach's office, including the coach. He's 
probably out fuckin' one of the cheerleaders. Hasn't been around all day, 
and it's too late for him to stop by now." 

"But . . . but ..." 

His hands were roaming behind her now, untying her bikini bottoms. 

Carrie closed her eyes. Her heart stopped, then started again, while she 
clenched and unclenched her fingers. 

"Ohhhhh, Brad . . . you're my brother, my own brother. You know what that 
means? I mean, I mean, it means we're committing incest!" Carrie gasped 
weakly, resting her head against his broad chest. 

"So what? Who's gonna tell?" 

Carrie was glad that he wasn't going to take up her argument. She no longer 
cared what society would think. All that mattered was the feeling of heated 
delight between her shaking legs! 

Carrie shivered, feeling so weak as his hands caressed her supple, young 
body. A hand circled her neck. He was massaging the tense muscles there, 
rubbing up against her earlobes. She pushed back against that wonderful, 
heavenly feeling. Carrie was shameless, as shameless as some street whore in 
Hollywood. 

"Uhhhhh . . ." she gasped. 

"That's it, baby, that's it. Get it on, get it on with me!" 

"Ohhhhhh, Brad, Brad . . . I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help it . 
. . can't help it..." 

He was kissing her, spearing her mouth with his tongue, then he pulled the 
bikini bottoms off stickly from her pussy and dropped it to the floor. 

Carrie groaned into his mouth as he pulled her legs tightly against his 
body. She could feel the throbbing of his prick, feel the heat and hardness 
of his cock rubbing against her clit. 

"Fuck it out, Sis, fuck it out ..." 

"You . . . oh God, Brad, you don't know what you're doing to me." 

He smiled sexily, drawing back a second. 

"Sure as hell do, Sis. You're hotter 'n hell when you're with me . . . and 
that's just what the hell you make me feel like." 

Carrie shivered at the power she had over her masculine, sexy brother. 

"I do?" she cooed, her eyebrows arching up. 

Brad answered by kissing her again, then guided her toward the couch. 

Carrie whimpered, feeling his hands racing up and down her naked body. And 
then she was sitting on the edge of the cushions, her legs spread while she 
peered up and watched Brad hooking his fingers around his white swim trunks 
and shoving them down. 

When his prick sprang out, Carrie flinched. "Oooohhhh God!" 

Carrie jumped back a little when her brother's huge prick bobbed up. It 
seemed way bigger than it was before. She could have sworn that her 
brother's cock had grown at least by another inch or two. 

"Suck it, Sis. Come on, take it in your hands and suck it," Brad groaned. 

"Suck?" 

Carrie swallowed hard. She would have done anything for her brother. 
Anything, except . . . suck. Carrie remembered some of the girls talking 
about sucking cock. They said it was great, giving the guy pleasure without 
having to worry about getting knocked up. 

"Come on . . ." Brad urged. 

She stared at the head of his cock. How purple it was, how thick and hot it 
seemed as it throbbed even fuller now in front of her! 

"It's not gonna bite. Come on, wrap your lips around my cock. It's gonna 
feel real nice havin' your mouth on it." 

Carrie sighed. If nothing else, she was curious about sex, curious about all 
aspects of it. And who was better trained to teach her than her brother? 

"Ohhhhh, Brad ..." 

Reaching up, Carrie wrapped the fingers of one hand around his prick, 
watching as he shivered at her touch. His balls-they were so big, so hairy, 
so tightly rolled up against the base of his cock! 

Carrie sucked in a deep breath and held it, drawing forward, stopping only 
for a moment when she felt his wiry cock hairs brushing against her 
nostrils. There was that smell, the bleachy odor of his crotch invading her 
nostrils. It was a smell that triggered her into heat. With another 
whimpering groan, she opened her mouth fully, stretching her lips to take in 
his big-headed cock. 

"Ohhhhh . . . fuck yeahhhhh, Carrie ... that's it, Sis!" 

Brad was in heaven. His fingers were wrapped tightly around the back of her 
skull while his thick-muscled hips began working slowly back and forth. 

Carrie swallowed, tasting some of the salty pre-cum that was oozing steadily 
from his piss-slit. She swallowed a second time, coating her throat with 
spunk. An inch of cock, then another, and another slipped between her lips, 
his prick sliding past her tonsils, and finally touching the back of her 
throat. And still there were several more inches to go! 

Carrie opened her eyes and saw her brother's tan-line inches away from her 
nose. His prick jumped between her lips, especially when she rubbed her 
tongue over that groove between the blood-heavy cock-lobes. She loved that 
feeling of having prick in her mouth! But how much more she wanted a cock in 
her cunt. Carrie would have smiled if she could have. 

CHAPTER TEN "It's great, baby, really good . . . good head! Hey yeah, move 
that tongue around... uhhhh . . . yeah, just like that!" 

He was mouth-fucking her, moving his hips slightly back and forth watching 
her lips as they puckered out when he withdrew, then sucked in when he 
shoved his hips forward. 

Carrie began liking the feeling of having her brother's prick in her mouth. 
Carrie wrapped her tongue around his rodding cock, tasting it, flicking her 
tongue against it, teasing it until she heard Brad crying out. 

"Ohhhhhh shit, Sis!" 

"Mmmmmffffff!" 

"Come on, get on that cock. Oh yeah, suck it, suck it good! I want you to 
suck it real good, make me feel hot, Sis!" 

His words burned in her brain, making her gasp and whimper with heat. She 
spread her legs a little farther apart, then dropped one hand between her 
thighs. She was playing with herself now, moving her finger in and out, 
finger-fucking herself as her brother had done to her earlier while she 
lashed at his prick again and again with her tongue. 

"Oh yeahhhh . . . Christ! Christ!" 

Carrie pulled back slowly, her lips puckering out. She felt the tugging of 
his cock, the way it felt as it scraped against the insides of her cheeks. 
She sucked on it the way she had sucked on a lollypop as a child. 

Brad groaned loudly once more, moving his hips from side to side, brushing 
his prick against her cheeks and making them puff out from the rubbing. 

"Lick it, damn it! Yeah, move that tongue around it!" 

Brad stopped his withdrawal, then began moving his cock back in. She took 
another deep breath and let her brother shove his cock all the way down into 
her throat! His cock was choking off her breath! And yet she wouldn't have 
done anything to stop him from doing this to her! Oh, how she loved it 
fucking her mouth, choking the wind from her lungs! 

"Yeah, suck me off," Brad moaned, his fingers tightening around her skull. 

Carrie felt his legs trembling. More cum seemed to be oozing from his 
piss-slit, an indication that he was close to cumming. The thought of having 
her brother's prick shooting spunk against the back of her throat made her 
shiver. 

"Ummmmffffff!" 

"Yeah, oh Christ, Carrie, you're somethin' else for a novice," Brad moaned, 
pulling his prick out of her mouth and rubbing the spit-slick purple head 
over her upper lip. 

Carrie smacked her lips, wishing he would slip it back in. 

"I . . . I liked it," she said shamelessly, feeling that nothing could be 
held back from her wonderful, sexy brother. 

"I know you did. Come on, I'm gonna show you something even more fun." 

Brad moved forward, pushing his sister to one side and sitting down on the 
couch. In a moment he was lying down on his back, his legs spread widely 
apart, his ankles hanging over the front edge of the couch. He was holding 
her in an awkward position, telling her to do something she couldn't quite 
understand yet. 

"What?" 

"When I tell you to turn around," he said in a thickening voice. "I'm gonna 
eat you out while you suck me off." 

Carrie shuddered. Both their mouths sucking and tonguing! 

"When I tell you, turn around so I can eat your pussy . . ." 

He repeated the command, the words once again sending a shiver of heat 
through her belly, flashing down to the inner flesh of her thighs. Carrie 
was close now, so very close. She felt as if she were in some sort of 
trance. She could obey only him. She would do any-thing to have that hot, 
hard, thick cock in her mouth, spreading her lips apart. 

He moved her around until she was in a sixty-nine position with him, her 
knees spread apart on either side of his head. 

Reaching down, Carrie cupped her brother's hot, hairy balls gently. 

"Jesus, Carrie!" 

Brad was twisting and jerking against her while her fingers strayed lightly 
over the thick cum-tube throbbing against his prickflesh. She heard the 
strangled gasps her brother was making. He was about to cum. 

"Now, Carrie, now!" 

"Uhhh . . . oh Brad, I want you inside me, I-', "You've got to suck me! 
Hurry, damn it! Come on, hurry!" 

He sounded so pained, so panicked. His cock bobbed in front of her face 
while he spread her thighs. 

She saw a tiny drop of cum form at the hole of his prickhead. The drop grew 
milky and thick suddenly. Carrie let out a shuddering moan. 

"I--" 

"Jesus Christ, Carrie, hurry!" 

Reaching down, she steadied his prickshaft with both hands and opened her 
mouth. His prickhead rested on her bottom lip for a second. In the second 
that followed, that hot droplet oozed onto the tip of her tongue. Then her 
brother shoved his hips up, burying his thick cockhead halfway in her mouth. 

"Huhhhhhrhhrhrrrr!" Carrie moaned when she felt a wonderful warm, wet 
softness envelop her pussy. It was a licking, sucking, frictiony heat that 
rubbed again and again over her cuntlips, then touched her clit. Brad was 
fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. And then she heard her brother cry 
out yet again. He was cumming, his balls pumping out powerful jets of cum 
against the back of her tongue, against her cheeks, washing down the insides 
of her mouth with that flat-tasting, slimy liquid. 

"Uuufuufuufffff!" she groaned. 

Brad was cumming in her mouth! He had his cock almost down to her throat. 
She could feel the power of his big cock as it shot out the jizz. 

Carrie was close to her own climax. She closed her mouth down tightly around 
his spurting prick and sucked. His cock pulsed strongly as more and more cum 
shot out. She swallowed, gasped for air, then swallowed again. She felt the 
sticky globs of cum clinging in her throat. She could smell jizz in her 
nostrils. 

Carrie went mad with delight. She wanted to suck her brother now, all the 
way, as his tongue raped her clit, his teeth gouging along her blossoming 
cuntlips. Carrie took her mouth away from his prick. 

"Ohhhhh, you're killing me!" she wailed. 

She knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from her chin. Her eyes 
were heavy with lust. Again her brother shot his hips up. 

Carrie smiled, catching his prick in her hands so she could get her mouth 
around it again. As the tip of his cock grazed her teeth, another glob of 
jizz shot out onto her tongue. It was sooooo good!" 

Then the two of them fell sideways. Her hips were prancing madly now, 
dancing over her brother's sucking, tonguing mouth. He sucked hard at the 
tender, seepy tissues of her cunt, raking his tongue again and again over 
her clit until the excruciating pinpoint of excitement became a real 
paradise. Her cum exploded like a nuclear bomb, the flash of heat and light 
followed by an explosion so destructive that she thought she would surely 
die from its power. 

Carrie had her knees as far apart as she could get them as he nursed on her 
pink, throbbing clit. She thrashed and grunted, dancing her shivering 
asscheeks as he ate out her pussy completely. 

"Ohhhhhhh ..." 

An eternity seemed to pass. When it was all over, Carrie realized Brad had 
repositioned her. She was lying next to him, cradled in those big muscular 
arms, their legs entangled. 

"That's my little sister," Brad said, smiling as he pushed away several 
stray hairs from her face. 

"You . . . you don't think less of me, do you? I mean-oh I don't know what I 
mean . . ." 

Brad threw back his head and laughed. "No, not hardly. You're one hell of a 
woman now, and I helped you get that way. No, I don't think less of you. Now 
we'd better get outta here and back home." 

Carried sighed, wishing they could stay there forever. But her brother was 
right. They had to get going, going back home. 

"I think I'll stay around her for a while. Grab a swim or something," she 
said, wrinkling up her pert little nose as she slipped off the couch. 

She knew it would feel good splashing around in the cool water, especially 
after the hot time her brother had given her. 

"Okay. Gonna get on home and rest up. Hell, you gave me one hell of a 
workout," Brad said, slapping her playfully on her jiggling ass. 

Carrie squealed, then bent down and picked up her bikini bottoms and tops. 









*** Back at home Marrian found herself struggling once more with her raging 
emotions. She was like a drug addict, letting the dog fuck her would have 
ended her desire for him once and for all. 

"Oh no . . . no!" 

Spark was so bold, coming up to her this way, rubbing up against the backs 
of her legs. She felt his tongue slopping against her knees, then up to her 
thighs! The children weren't back yet. There still would be time. 

"Come..." 

Marrian moved automatically up the stairs, brushing her hair from her eyes, 
not noticing the sounds of footsteps on the front porch. She had become 
careless, not locking the door, not even closing her bedroom door as she 
stepped in and began undressing. 

"Oh hurry, Spark, hurry ..." 

She was breathless, almost in a trance, as she skinned off her jersey once 
more and peeled down her briefs. In a moment she was stretched out on her 
bed, moving her ass from side to side while rubbing her tits. How good her 
nipples felt as she squeezed them between her long, slender fingers! And her 
pussy! The dog would take care of that very soon! 

"Spark . . ." 

The big German shepherd leaped onto the bed, insinuating his strong 
shoulders between her legs and pushing forward. 

There was that touch of his tongue, pushing up against her swelling 
cuntlips. Marrian shivered, moving her hands quickly up and down her belly 
and tits. 

And then she blinked up and saw her son Brad standing there by the doorway, 
his eyes wide, his mouth opened! 

CHAPTER ELEVEN At first Marrian couldn't believe her eyes. It had to be some 
fantasy, some trick of her mind. Then, to her horror, she realized it was 
all too true. 

"Get . . . away!" 

Marrian fought through her sexuality, bending one leg and kicking the 
whimpering dog hard against the side. 

Spark barked, then tumbled off the bed. He stood by the side, looking from 
Brad to Marrian, his tail straight up and quivering with excitement. 

"Mom . . ." Brad gasped. 

"I swear, I didn't know," Marrian gasped, gathering up the coverlet and 
trying to cover her naked body as best she could. "I just came in here to 
lay down and Spark . . . I don't know what could have gotten into him." 

"It didn't look that way, mom." 

Marrian couldn't look at her son. She felt overwhelmed by her shame, by her 
guilt. If there were a hole in the wall, she would have crawled into it. 

"Oh Brad," she sobbed, covering her face with both hands and feeling her 
body shudder. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed. This awful, awful dog . . . you don't 
know what he's done to me. I swear, Brad, it didn't start out this way. But 
I've been so alone and ever since your father died ..." 

Marrian couldn't finish the sentence. The explanation had sounded reasonable 
to her before. But now, in front of her accusing son, she wasn't so sure. 
She peered up tentatively at her big, handsome son and saw that his frown 
had turned into a smile. 

"Brad!" Marrian gasped in surprise. 

She had expected a torrent of angry words, even of some physical abuse. 
Instead he smiled, then stepped into her room and closed the door behind 
him. 

"What . . . what are you doing?" she asked anxiously, watching as he began 
unbuckling his belt. 

"I've been waitin' for something like this to happen for a long time, Mom." 

Marrian scooted back on the bed, folding her arms over her tits while 
keeping her legs together. 

Spark whimpered impatiently, wondering whether he should climb back on the 
bed or stay below. Marrian reached down and rubbed his warm fur, trying to 
figure out what her son was talking about. The dog pushed his head against 
her wrist, hoping to get back to his hot, moist, musky treasure. 

"You . . . you don't know what you're talking about, Brad. You just don't . 
. . and I'm your mother, your mother Brad, not one of your girlfriends," she 
said, watching as he pulled off his socks, then unbuttoned his shirt and 
pants. 

"So? That makes it more interesting, doesn't it?" 

Marrian watched open-mouthed as he pulled off his shirt, then reached down 
and lowered his pants. She saw his long fat cock roll out, semi-hard. His 
prick flopped from side to side as he stepped from his trousers. 

"And we're gonna have an interesting time," Brad said, smiling. 

"No, you don't know what you're saying!" Marrian screamed, overwhelmed by 
what was happening. 

There was that much-wanted prick stiffening in front of her. But it belonged 
to her son, her son! It was as if the world had suddenly crashed on top of 
her. Her son, her own son was doing this to her! 

"Easy, Mom, easy ..." 

Spark whined and whimpered as Brad lowered his body on top of his mother's. 

Marrian struggled briefly, squirming under him, beating him, reminding him 
that she was his mother and what he was doing was wrong. But Brad was too 
strong for her. And how good it was having a prick rubbing against her 
pussy! 

"Good, Mom, real good," Brad whispered in her ear, flicking his tongue 
inside. 

Marrian shuddered, her mind awhirl! She wouldn't think about it, wouldn't 
think about it at all. Things were changing, her life was turning upside 
down. The dog, first, and now her son. 

. 

"Uhhhhhh ..." 

He was spreading her open with his knees, peeling her cuntlips apart. 
Marrian felt her knees spread wide. Then Brad tucked up and under, his 
prickhead driving along the sleepy velvety lining of her pussy. 

Marrian felt her itchy cuntal sheath go into ticklish spasms. It had been so 
long since she'd been fucked. And now it felt so good, so very good. She 
gasped with incredible delight tossing her head back and forth. 

"It's going so ...so deeeeeeep!" 

Brad was-kissing her around the shoulders, then moving his head down to kiss 
her tits. And all the time he was fucking her, moving his hips back and 
forth, letting his cock slip in an inch or two more with each forward 
fucking thrust. 

"Oh, Brad . . . ohhhhh, God!" 

Long strings of drool leaked from her mouth while Marrian tensed her ass, 
raising it high off the bed, feeding her son her pussy, loving it when he 
drew his prick back slowly, then slammed it in once more. 

"Uhhhhh ..." she gasped. 

He teased her with his prick for a long time, making sure either one finger 
or his cock was touching her sputtering clit. 

When Marian thought she was going to pop off, Brad suddenly stopped. He was 
withdrawing, pulling his cock out. She trembled, feeling the hot juices 
oozing from her cunt and seeping into her shitter. 

"No, no, don't ... don't pull out, no, don't!" she protested. 

"I wanna see somethin'. We can fuck around later. But this I gotta see." 

"What?" 

Brad slipped from her cunthole, his red prickhead pulsing inches from 
Marrian's cunt. She was so hot! She could feel her pussy sucking, demanding 
to be filled once more with that hot, hard prick. 

"Nooooooo!" 

But he was manipulating her just as he had manipulated his sister so many 
times before. He had her in front of him once more, bending forward, her 
lips inches from his prickhead while he rolled onto his ass and spread his 
hairy legs. Spark had already jumped onto the bed and positioned himself 
behind Marrian at her son's command. 

"What are you going to do?" she asked nervously, peering around one shoulder 
and staring at the panting German shepherd. 

"Gimme head, Mom. And let the dog take care of himself . . . and you." 

Her brain simmered at the thought. She still wasn't sure of what her son 
meant. But some-thing drove her along. Bending forward, sticking out her 
tongue and touching the tip of Brad's prick, Marrian raised her ass up from 
the bed. 

Spark was attentive, spotting his opening and moving forward. He touched her 
pussy with his tongue, nuzzling her cunt with his snout, then curling his 
tongue into her hot, furry fuckhole. Marrian groaned. 

"Ohhhhhh ..." 

"Yeah, that's it, Mom. I wanna see it all, see that fuckin' pooch eat out 
your pussy," Brad said in an excited strangled voice. 

He reached up for her head, then fell back again. Marrian had the swollen 
tip of his cock just inside her lips. She caressed her son's prick, rolling 
up her eyes and watching his knees flop up and down, watching his chest rise 
and fall mightily while his lips parted and he groaned. 

She wanted to climb up on top of the long, muscled maleness of her son's 
body and lower her tender cunt over his prick. But she would obey her son 
and squat there in front of the dog, letting him take care of her cunt. 

"Uhhhhhhh . . ." Marrian whimpered. 

Spark knew how to lick cunt, and he was doing it now. He seemed aroused more 
than ever by Brad's presence. Marrian pranced her ass high in the air. When 
she slipped her mouth farther onto her son's jutting prick, the dog brought 
his tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt. Marrian trembled like a 
bitch in heat. 

"Oh, Spark ..." 

"Neat, huh?" Brad managed to say, propping his head up now against the 
headboard and watching as the dog began eating out his mother's pussy. 

"Oh, I don't know ... I just don't . . . it's confusing!" 

"Just go with it, Mom. I didn't think much about layin' you. But now . . . 
fuck, I don't know why the hell I haven't!" 

"Oh Brad ..." 

Marrian let her head fall heavily over that jutting cockshaft. When the 
bluish crown gouged her slippery throat, she swallowed. She felt his 
prickhead caress the back of her throat, and she moaned. 

Brad sounded as if he were dying on the bed. He twisted and jerked his body, 
making the bed squeak and groan. 

And Spark ... that wonder dog was growling and grunting, licking her pussy 
until she felt all the muscles of her cunt convulsing. The dog went into 
wild lapping frenzies over her opening and closing cunt. How his touch was 
so light, making her prance her ass for more, far more! 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

And that touch over her clit. God, it made her want to scream with delight. 
How good sex was with the dog and her son! 

"Go for it, Mom ... ohhhhhh yeahhhhh! 

Yeahhhh! Gonna make me shoot right in your mouth!" 

Spark's mouth was gone for a moment. Then it was back, his tongue lapping up 
her thighs, curling around her pussy, touching her all over. 

She was so wet-wet from her own sweat, from his spittle, from her flowing 
cuntjuice. Then the dog began doing strange things, drawing back and biting 
one of her asscheeks, nipping it. 

Marrian struggled to keep her concentration, to keep sucking hard at her 
son's prick that jabbed wildly in her mouth now. Brad was struggling, his 
balls pressing up against his mother's chin while his hands roamed through 
her hair. 

"Uhhhh . . . fuck! Cummin'! Oh fuck, shootin' . . . ughhhhhh!" 

Marrian felt her heart pounding hard as she felt globs of her son's jizz 
spattering against the back of her throat. She whimpered hotly as the dog's 
tongue fucked her. She was cum ming. 

As Spark ate her soft cunt, nibbling her turgid clit, Marrian felt his 
haunches quiver. He was making violent fucking motions. She knew he was 
shaking his prick free. Only this time she didn't care. 

Then there were shooting spurts of doggie cum against her ankle and leg! 
Spark was making himself cum while licking her off, and all the while Brad 
was shooting into her tight-clenching mouth. 

The threesome groaned and growled, finally easing down from their high. 

"Felt good, Mom?" 

Marrian wiped her mouth, having pulled from her son's softening prick. Spark 
was already curled up on the foot of the bed, licking himself, his tongue 
slathering over his furry little doggie balls. 

"Yes, oh God yes!" 

Marrian was surprised at her boldness. But maybe that was the whole good 
upshot of this scene. She had finally freed herself from her own fears, her 
own hangups. 

"And you still wanna fuck . . . fuck around with my cock!" Brad smiled. 

Marrian chewed on her lower lip coyly, peering back at the big animal. 

"If Spark doesn't mind." 

The dog pricked up his ears at the sound of his name and looked from mother 
to son, deciding nothing more was going to happen and going back to his 
prick and balls. 

Marrian laughed, then lowered herself to the bed, snaking up to her son's 
head. He kissed her cummy mouth, sticking his tongue in while stroking her 
pussy. 

"I don't mind. Give me a few seconds, and I'm gonna fuck you like dad even 
never fucked you," he whispered. 

Marrian shuddered, her pulse racing at the thought of what was about to 
happen. Society surely would have condemned her for what she was doing. But 
damn society! Let them have their own hangups. She wanted to be free, to do 
as she chose. Of course she would have to be careful around Carrie. But she 
always had. The girl was far too young, too innocent, to know about these 
things . . . yet. 

"Mom?" 

Minutes had passed by. Brad was ready for another round, his prick 
stiffening against her thigh. 

"Oh yes, Brad, yes . . ." 

They would have to hurry. Carrie would be back soon. But there would be 
other times, perhaps with Spark. Dog and son. 

Marrian smiled, her lips covered once more by her son as he crawled onto her 
and buried his cock into her welcoming cunt. 

Yes, this would be a wonderful year. 


THE END
