Donkey Raped Virgin
by Frank Brown 


FOREWORD 

One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of 
the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of 
"entertainment". Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or cowboys gunning 
down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is 
really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all. 

But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and 
killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our 
midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, 
people who have no respect whatsoever for human life. 

Michelle and Roberta are the victims of three such people. Innocent of any 
crime against man, nevertheless they are tortured and faced with 
disfigurement and death. 

DONKEY RAPED VIRGIN is the shocking story of two young girls' ordeal. An 
ordeal that any of us might face one day. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Despite the warmth of the sun, Michelle felt a chill. "Somebody's up there, 
watching us." 

Roberta dropped her paddle on the floor of the aluminum canoe. "You're 
seeing things again, doll. There's not even a road within twenty miles. If 
you saw anything, it was probably a squirrel. Now get undressed." 

"I did too see something, and it was no squirrel. It was big and it stepped 
back into the trees real quick, like it didn't want us to see it." 

Roberta groaned. "Well, maybe it was a deer then. Now get undressed, for 
christsake." 

"Oh, all right!" 

Michelle yanked open the bow that secured her bikini halter. As the titcups 
fell away, the breeze licked at her nipples like a naughty boy and Michelle 
felt a tingle in her pussy. It was dirty, sinful to feel this way, she knew, 
but she couldn't help it. Roberta was making her get naked, was the real 
cause for her sinful feelings. Roberta was responsible, not her. 

"Gorgeous! Now off with the panties, doll." 

Michelle moved slowly, afraid she might tip over the canoe. As she slid the 
panties down her long legs, she felt the cool aluminum canoe seat kiss her 
naked ass. The faint aroma of cunt rose in the morning air. 

"Oh, you beautiful baby! What I wouldn't give for a head of blonde hair like 
that." 

"Will you shut up?" She reached down to pick up her paddle again. 

"Uh-uh," Roberta said. "Leave that there. I want you up on your hands and 
knees so I can have a little brunch." 

"Roberta, please!" 

"Please, nothing. Show me your ass now, pretty baby." 

"But-" 

"I don't wanna hear another word. Now turn up that ass." 

Michelle could do nothing but comply. Roberta was calling all the shots. 
Michelle was afraid that if she refused, Roberta would set her ashore and 
leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere. She'd end up starving to death 
or being eaten by a bear. 

As the canoe drifted slowly down the wide expanse of water, Michelle knelt 
in the middle of the canoe and bridged herself over the front seat, letting 
her belly rest against the seat and her tits hang off the other side. Behind 
her, Roberta undressed, then crouched down between Michelle's legs. 

Roberta used her thumbs to pry apart Michelle's cuntlips. "Arch your back, 
doll. Turn up your ass real high. Make it look real pretty for me." 

Michelle sighed, doing as she was told. What if her mother were to see her 
like this right now? 

"Don't act silly," Roberta said, blowing gently between Michelle's cuntlips. 
"You know you love this." 

Michelle bit her lip. She wanted to scream. If she'd had any inkling that 
something like this was going to happen during the canoe trip, she would 
never have consented to going. But how could she ever have known? At school 

Roberta was a different person-an A-student and one of the most sought-after 
girls on campus. Roberta had her pick of the boys. Michelle had never 
dreamed that Roberta liked doing such disgusting things with girls. In fact, 
until this trip, Michelle had never known such disgusting, perverted, sinful 
things were possible. 

"Juicy bitch," Roberta growled, twisting her tongue up Michelle's cunt. 
"Mmn, mmm!" She sucked, gnawed, and licked deep. 

Michelle gasped, then began to pant. Her arms and legs turned rubbery. A 
terrible heat throbbed in her loins and her cunt itched. It was such a dirty 
feeling. She didn't want to feel it, and yet she couldn't stop her ass from 
wiggling. Her toes curled under, and she rubbed her smooth belly against the 
aluminum seat of the canoe. 

Roberta grunted like an old sow eating slop at a feeding trough. It was 
disgusting. Hot juice dribbled down the inside of Michelle's right thigh, 
but Michelle couldn't tell whether the fluid was saliva, or some of her own 
vile sex juices. 

"Roberta, please!" 

"Shut up, you little bitch. When're you gonna relax?" She slapped Michelle's 
ass. "Turn it up! I wanna see that asshole wink." 

Michelle shoved her ass up high, her s asscheeks spread, and felt the wind 
nip at her asspucker. A second later Roberta kissed her asshole. Then 
Roberta's tongue entered her asshole like a slippery snake. 

Michelle winced. It was too perverted to even imagine. How could Roberta do 
such a thing? 

Roberta slipped her tongue out. "Take notes, doll. This afternoon we start 
your lessons. If you never ate pussy or ass, like you claim you haven't, 
then it's about time you learned." 

"Please don't do that," Michelle said. "I can't stand that." 

Roberta chuckled. "Sure you can't. That's why you about came. Admit it, 
baby, you prefer getting it up the ass from the boys. How many hot pricks've 
been up this tight little asshole of yours, honey?" 

"I told you," Michelle muttered between clenched teeth. "I'm a virgin." 

Roberta shrieked. "And I'm the queen of Egypt, doll." She screwed her finger 
up Michelle's asshole, shrieking again. 

Michelle reared up, her mouth and eyes gaping. Her cunt contracted and a 
shower of tingles swirled through her loins. Even her toes tingled from the 
stimulation caused by Roberta's ass-reaming finger. 

Roberta pistoned her finger and Michelle's ass jerked. She panted with each 
thrust of Roberta's sliding digit. Roberta laughed, groping Michelle's cunt, 
wringing it out like a sponge, then smearing the slick juices on Michelle's 
bare ass. 

This is so dirty, Michelle told herself over and over. This is just so 
dirty! She's forcing this on me. She's sick. Oh God, it feels good! 

Why does sin feel so good? Michelle wondered. Why does something so 
forbidden and filthy, so unmentionable, so unimaginable-why does it feel so 
good? For just a moment she wondered whether Rick's cock would feel this 
good inside her. She'd seen his prick once. She couldn't imagine ever 
letting such a big hard thing enter her body. But she would have to let him 
put it in her though-once they got married. 

But that wouldn't be for at least three more years, until after they'd both 
graduated from college. Could she hold him off for three more years though? 
It seemed that all he cared about anymore was trying to get her to let him 
put his big thing inside her. Sometimes he really upset her, acting like 
some kind of animal, all red-faced and snorting. 

"Oh, you gorgeous little blonde slut!" Roberta yanked her finger out and 
resumed licking, this time covering every inch of Michelle's pussy-furrow 
and asscrack with her dripping tongue. 

"Oh!" Michelle gasped. "Oh, God!" 

"Come," Roberta growled, gnawing at Michelle's pussyslabs. "Come on, baby, 
come on." Her tongue slithered-up and down Michelle's fur-lined cuntfurrow, 
up and down Michelle's asscrack, in and out of Michelle's pussy and asshole. 
She bit into Michelle's clit, stretching it. 

Michelle saw stars. Her legs and arms trembled, nearly folding under her. 
She leaned heavily on the canoe seat, her crotch exploding with heat and 
prickling sensations. As the spasms ripped through her, she whined out loud. 

Roberta slurped like a pig, sucking up the juices that bubbled out of 
Michelle's pussy. 

Eat it, you dirty girl, Michelle said silently, at the height of her 
pleasure, while she moaned and jerked. Suck out my filthy cunt. Her thoughts 
excited her even more, intensifying the sensations of her orgasm. 

Michelle was beginning to recover her senses when she spotted the figure 
again. The river was beginning to narrow as the canoe drifted along, and the 
bluffs bordering its sandy banks wre lower now, giving way to low land. Up 
ahead the forest came directly to the water's edge. It was there, where the 
bluffs ended, that Michelle saw the figure appear for a moment, then sink 
back quickly into the trees. 

"Somebody's down there now," Michelle said, her heart banging. She groped 
for her bikini. 

"Take it easy. You'll tip us over. Where do you see somebody now?" 

Michelle sat on the floor of the canoe, frantically trying to pull on her 
panties. "Over there, by the edge of the water." She pointed. 

"I don't see anything." 

"It looked like a man. No shirt. He had a stick or something. Maybe a gun." 

Roberta reached over Michelle's shoulder and pinched Michelle's nipple. 
"Doll, you've been watching too many movies." 

"I saw him," Michelle insisted. 

"Sure, doll. And I'm the queen of Egypt." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lucy gagged on her father's cock. He hadn't washed in about two weeks, and 
the stink seemed to have built up on his big knob despite the tongue-bath 
she had been forced to give it at least once a day. The worst part was when 
she had to peel back the skin off the head. The stink about knocked her out. 
And then, when she was forced to open up while her dad stuffed his 
fist-sized knob in her mouth, she woulc" gag repeatedly, almost vomiting. 
She'd been giving her dad blow-jobs for years now, ever since the day they'd 
laid her ma in the grave out back. But she didn't think she'd ever get used 
to the stink. 

If he'd only wash more, she wished-jump in the river at least once a week. 
Maybe then his cock wouldn't smell so bad. Delbert's prick didn't reek like 
Pa's did-not that it smelled like wild roses or anything. But she kind of 
liked the musky smell of Delbert's prick. The smell made her tingle between 
the legs. Delbert spent half his life swimming in the river, but Pa smelled 
worse than the dogs, even worse than the donkey! 

"Suck it, pretty girl," Pa said. He took a swig of moonshine out of his 
bottle and smacked his lips. "Here, this'll heat up your jaws." He pressed 
the wet mouth of the whiskey bottle against her upper lip and Lucy 
disengaged her mouth from his cock. 

Her dad dumped some whiskey on his cock and the yellow liquid trickled down 
over his hairy balls. Lucy immediately lapped up as much of the bitter fluid 
as she could before it ran off onto the ground. The moonshine went straight 
to her brain. Her throat and mouth pulsed with a pleasant warmth. Dizzy, she 
grinned, then grabbed her father's cock and went down on it again, giggling 
now instead of gagging. 

"That a bitch. Take your time on it, candy. lips. Pleasure that big thing 
slow and good." He lifted his bare foot and pinched her left nipple between 
his toes. 

They were out in front of the cabin, Pa in his chair, which was leaned back 
against the cabin and balancing on its rear legs, and Lucy was down on her 
knees in front of him, stark naked, the way Pa liked her, the way Pa made 
her run around all summer. Lucy didn't mind going naked-it made her feel 
sexy-but she did hate the way the dogs couldn't keep their wet snouts out 
from between her legs. She gave off a scent, she knew, and it got the studs 
all worked up. 

Sometimes they'd knock her down and literally rape her. It could be 
downright infuriating at times, and sometimes she'd complain to Pa, telling 
him that she wanted to get dressed so her scent wouldn't be so strong and 
the dogs would leave her alone. But Pa would just chuckle, bend her over, 
and ram his cock up her pussy or asshole. 

Pa dumped some more liquor on the shaft of his cock as Lucy's lips slid 
along it. Lucy sucked up the firewater, her lips tingling. She had all eight 
inches of her dad's prick buried in her face now, the head of it lodged deep 
in her throat. Her jaws ached and her lips were stretched out around about 
as far as they could go. Her dad's prick was as big around as the donkey's 
although only a third as long. Delbert's cock was about the same size as 
Pa's, if not a slight bit bigger. 

"Pleasure my balls some, Lucy-girl." Her dad stroked her smooth flank with 
his toes, gouging her a little with his toenails, which were like the claws 
of a dog. 

Lucy released her dad's cock and gave his balls a tongue-bath. The black and 
gray hairs of his sac bristled against her tongue and his huge balls rolled 
in his bag as he lapped at them. She cleaned off not only his balls, but the 
sweating flesh under and around them. She was glad that he was in no 
position to lift his ass up. She'd be spared licking clean his asshole for 
the time being. 

Her dad's cock flexed up. He moaned, sipping more whiskey. "All right, go 
back to the hog. Pleasure that thing until I fire." 

Lucy wrapped the small fingers of both her hands around her father's prick 
and engulfed it as if it were a hot dog. She liked to think of her dad's and 
Delbert's cocks as hot dogs, because thinking of hot dogs brought back 
memories of the county fair, where once a year Pa took her and Delbert. She 
particularly enjoyed eating hot dogs with mustard and onions, and she 
enjoyed seeing all the handsome boys and the pretty girls in their fine city 
clothes. One day, when she got old enough, she was going to sneak away, out 
of these hills, and she was going to make a life for herself in some city 
where Pa and Delbert would never find her. 

"Well, looky here," Pa said. "Grover comes a-runnin." 

Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy saw the big gray hound leap out of the 
woods and bound across the field. Within seconds, it was panting and whining 
next to them, and Pa was stroking its huge head. Lucy could smell its fetid 
breath. 

"Well, ain't you excited, boy," Pa said. He grunted as Lucy flicked her 
tongue at the underside of his cock, then swallowed it to the base. "That's 
good, girl, real good." He patted the dog, then spoke to it again: "Delbert 
shoot us a rabbit? That what you're all wound up about? Good boy." 

The dog barked, nearly blowing out Lucy's eardrum, then circled around back 
and shoved his snout between her legs. He lapped at her cunt as if he were 
going to devour it. 

Lucy gasped, shivering. 

Pa laughed. "Turn up your ass more, girl, so he can get a good shot at it." 

Lucy arched her back as the hound mounted her. He danced on her calves with 
his hind paws until she spread her legs farther apart, then clutched her 
waist with his front paws and drove his hot dogprick between her cuntlips. 
The dog fucked hard and fast immediately. 

"Go, girl," Pa said, gripping her by the hair and jerking her head up and 
down. "Bring me off quick now, at the same time as Grover." 

Lucy's scalp felt seared as her dad yanked on her hair. Tears filled her 
eyes, snot ran out of her nose and spit out of her mouth. She sucked with 
her lips and flapped her tongue at her dad's sliding prick, even using her 
throat to manipulate her father's pounding cock knob. Whenever she got a 
prick in her human or nonhuman-her ass rotated and wiggled. She loved the 
feel of a hot, slippery prick between the clutching walls of her cunt-hole. 

The hound's claws cut into the soft flesh of her waist and she felt the warm 
pads of his paws on her skin. The dog's claws hurt, but in an exciting way. 
She enjoyed the feel of the hound's furry belly pounding her ass and 
shivered as the dog drooled on her back, squealing as the dogprick wriggled 
inside her. 

Oh, fuck me, she thought. Fuck me! 

The dogprick sizzled inside her, pistoning with incredible speed. Even 
Delbert couldn't fuck this fast and he was as skinny and fast as a whip. 

"Suck," her father growled, his tone low and lusty. She could tell he was 
getting close to spurting because his voice was low and sexy. "Suck, you 
dirty little bitch, suck!" 

He let go of her hair and braced himself, his cock contracting more 
forcefully in her mouth by the second. Lucy grabbed one of his balls in each 
of her hands and squeezed them gently. Her head moved up and down, up and 
down, his prick sliding out until only the head remained between her lips, 
then sliding in until her lips nibbled at the wiry hairs of his steaming 
groin. 

Yes, she thought. Yes yes yes! Her tits jiggled underneath her as she 
squirmed. They weren't big tits yet-only a hint of the size of what Ma's 
tits had been-but in this position they felt as if they had some weight to 
them. And her nipples felt hard and tingly. Her tits seemed to swell as she 
neared her climax. 

Shoot that stuff, she urged her fuckers silently. Shoot that hot cream down 
my throat and up my pussy. She contracted her cunt around the knifing 
dogprick, and contracted her throat around the plunging manprick. Her father 
groaned and the hound whimpered. 

She writhed frantically. A shudder passed through her body. Heat welled up 
in her loins and spasms gnawed through her cunt. Her eyes rolled back in her 
head and she almost passed out. Streams of fire flowed through her loins and 
legs. Her toes clawed at the bare ground. 

"Ohh, baby!" her father moaned. "Jesus fucking Christ!" His prick swelled, 
its veins bulging. As a vibration shook it, his slimy jism began bubbling 
out of teh cumhole. He grunted, spurting his salty cum down Lucy's throat. 

Lucy swallowed greedily. She was delirious with pleasure but managed to eat 
every drop of her father's thick fuckcream. She loved the taste of it and 
cum was her reward for her ordeal, and she never wasted a drop. 

Her ass felt like a throbbing globe of heat. She felt delicious prickles in 
her fingers and toes and nipples. As a fresh spasm exploded in her loins, 
the hound let out a pained whine and squirted sizzling dogjism up her cunt. 
Lucy whinnied with giddiness. 

"Oh, fuck!" her father groaned, his prick flexing in her mouth, his rich 
mancream flooding her throat. "Eat it." 

Sucking her dad's cock, Lucy gyrated her ass around the jerking dogprick. 
She felt dogcum dribbling out of her cunt. The moment the hound was done 
shooting, he dismounted. Before Lucy was finished sucking the residual jizz 
out of her father's softening cock, the hound had licked her cunt and ass 
clean. 

"Leave me be," her father said, pushing her away. He finished off the 
whiskey in the bottle, then tossed it away. "Go clean up the shack, girl, 
while I take a nap. When Delbert gets back, skin that rabbit of his and make 
us a rabbit stew for supper." He leaned his head against the cabin and fell 
asleep instantly. 

Lucy fought off the hound and went in to clean up the cabin. I'm a regular 
slavegirl, she thought, slamming the door on the hound before he could get 
inside with her. Well, some day I'm going to be free. You can bet on that, 
daddy. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Delbert whacked the tawny mongrel alongside the head. "Dang you, Ruff, shush 
now! You scare off them bitches and I'll blow your dumb head off." 

The dog, part German shepherd and part hound, crouched down in the leaves, 
whimpering. 

Delbert placed the barrel of the rifle against the dog's skull. "I'm warning 
you, shithead." The dog's eyes looked bloodshot, glassy and scared. Delbert 
felt a prickle of excitement under his balls. For a moment, he almost pulled 
the trigger, but he knew Pa would tan his hide good if he shot the mongrel. 
Besides, the sound of the rifle shot would scare the bitches off into the 
woods and he'd have a wicked time trying to catch them, especially without 
any dogs. 

Fine dogs these are, he thought. One of 'em runs off. Goddamn Grover! And 
the other one wants to scare off the goddamned prey. 

He pressed the rifle barrel more firmly against Ruff's skull until he was 
certain the dog got the message, then pulled the rifle away. The dog 
trembled, but didn't move. Delbert smiled and turned back toward the river. 

The canoe was no more than fifty yards up-river now, and closing fast. The 
bitches were paddling again, the dark-haired one seated in back and the 
blonde in front, like a couple of squaws. The blonde had on that skimpy 
brassiere again and-those little panties, like the women wore in the kooch 
show at the fair. The black-haired one with the huge tits was still naked, 
though. He stroked his cock, which was sticking ramrod stiff out the fly of 
his britches. 

Damn, he was hot! He hadn't been this hot since the first time he'd fucked 
ma, bless her soul, or since the first time he'd dipped his hog in Lucy's 
asshole-Lucy, that hot little bitch. Then there was the time he'd raped that 
city bitch in the hog-pens at the fair. She'd squirmed on her belly while 
he'd stuck her, all the little piglets in the pen squealing. Christ, what a 
hot time that had been! 

He worked the foreskin up and down on his cock. Goddamn bitches in the canoe 
had got him so hot he could hardly breathe. Christ, the way the goddamn 
black-haired bitch had licked on the blonde's ass was enough to make a guy's 
nuts explode! 

Come on, you bitches, he said silently, raising his rifle and sighting down 
the barrel. Come on, girlies, come on. 

They were about twenty yards away now, in the middle of the stream. He could 
just about smell them. The blonde bitch, paddling fast and slapping up 
water, babbled. His finger tightened on the trigger. 

"Will you please paddle faster?" Michelle begged. "I know there's somebody 
off there in the trees." 

Roberta laughed. 

"I told you, I saw him!" 

"Leprechauns and fairies are completely harmless, Michelle ma belle." 
Roberta laughed again, blowing Michelle a kiss. 

Michelle lifted her paddle, intending to slap the water in frustration, but 
before she could bring the flat blade of it down, she saw the figure step 
out of the woods. He was a barefooted, bare-chested boy with shaggy yellow 
hair. A gigantic erect cock stuck out of his pants. The throbbing cock drew 
all Michelle's attention for a moment, and it was only after the boy shouted 
that she realized he was aiming a rifle at them. 

"Bring in your boat, squaws," the boy growled. "Slow and easy." 

"Put down that gun, you little nurd," Roberta shouted defiantly. "Don't 
think you can scare-" 

The explosion simultaneously deafened Michelle and knocked her out of the 
canoe. She found herself suddenly chattering in the icy water, then choking 
as she groped for the canoe and a fist of water slapped her in the mouth. 
She got hold of the canoe and clung to it for dear life-she couldn't swim. 

She was aware of shouting and splashing and bestial sounds. Roberta was 
apparently still in the canoe, paddling it toward shore. Michelle herself 
had either been knocked out of the canoe by the force of the rifle blast, or 
had leapt out in a state of shock. As they neared shore, Michelle felt the 
sandy bottom of the river rise up under her feet, and she stood up, 
stumbling out of the water. As her feet touched the dry, warm sand of the 
shore, her legs gave out, and she fell at the boy's feet. 

The boy placed his bare foot on her head, gouging her cheek with his 
toenails. 

"Get outa that canoe, squaw," the boy growled. "Drop that paddle nice and 
easy. I got my next slug all ready to blow off your tits." He tickled 
Michelle's lips with his big toe. "Lay still, blondie." 

Michelle was too weak to do anything other than be still. She almost fainted 
as a gigantic dog appeared out of the woods, slime dripping from its jaws, 
its yellow fur matted with burrs. 

"How about these hunks of meat, Ruff?" The boy stroked Michelle's ass with 
his toes, easing them under her bikini panties. "Ain't this luscious female 
meat?" He waved his rifle at Roberta. "Get over here, bitch." 

Frowning sickly, Roberta edged toward them. The moment she got within arm's 
length of the boy, he put his rifle barrel against her left tit and ordered 
her down on her hands and knees. Roberta obeyed without a word. 

The boy descended to his knees behind Roberta, rubbing the end of the gun 
barrel up and down her cuntslit. 

"Please," Roberta said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Please." 

The boy twisted the gun barrel, inserting it in Roberta's cunt a few inches. 
"Please what? 

Blow your guts out?" 

"Oh, please," Roberta said. "Don't." 

The boy smirked. "One little pull and it's bye-bye bitch. Should we oughta 
blow 'er apart, Ruff?" 

The dog growled, then barked twice. 

"Hear that, bitches? Ruff says we shouldn't oughta kill ya right off. If 
ya'U behave, we might not have ta kill ya for a few hours, or maybe not 
a'tall." 

Michelle opened her mouth, but no sounds came out. She shook her head, her 
cheek still pressed to the sand. 

"Hear it, black beauty?" He twisted the rifle barrel sharply in Roberta's 
cunt. 

Roberta nodded vigorously. 

The boy let out what sounded like a growl or a chuckle. Pulling the rifle 
barrel out of Roberta's pussy, he licked it off. His cock flexed up straight 
at the sky, quivering. Still gripping the rifle, but resting it across 
Roberta's back, he bent his prick down and rammed it against Roberta's cunt. 
The big cock disappeared inside the girl with one powerful thrust. 

Roberta gasped, her eyes turning up, her tits swaying heavily under her. The 
boy's eyes turned up in the same way and his slim legs trembled. 

"Mnn, cunt!" he moaned, his tongue flicking along his lips. "Hot, sticky, 
smelly cunt." 

He eased his juice-greased cock out nearly all the way, then rammed it back 
in. "Ahhh!" 

Roberta grunted and began to pant. Her naked ass wiggled as the boy's cock 
plunged in and out of her. 

Michelle stared, fascinated. There it was, happening right in front of her 
eyes-fucking. She had never seen two human beings fucking and had only 
witnessed a few dogs doing it. And Roberta and the boy were doing it the 
same way-like a couple of dogs. It was remarkable, but at the same time 
disgusting. The boy's big cock was all slippery and shiny and Michelle could 
smell cunt in the air. 

"Ah, baby!" the boy muttered, slicing his cock with incredible speed. "Hot 
damn!" The muscles of his deeply tanned torso stood out like carved granite. 
His bare toes dug into the sand. 

Roberta jerked her ass back at him, panting. "Oh!" she grunted. "Oh, God!" 

The boy slapped her ass. "Move it, bitch! Move it, move it!" He laughed, 
then gritted his teeth and fucked her harder. His abdominal muscles rippled. 

Michelle was so intent on watching the boy fuck Roberta that she forgot all 
about the big yellow dog until she suddenly heard him growl behind her and 
felt his wet snout twisting against the crotch of her bikini panties. Her 
heart lodged in her throat and she shook all over. 

"No," she whimpered. "No, please!" 

The dog growled, tearing at her panties with his teeth. With a vicious jerk 
of his head, the mongrel ripped out the crotch of the panties, along with 
several of Michelle's cunt-hairs. Michelle wailed. 

"Shut up, you goddamn bitch!" the boy shouted. "Ya sound like a goddamn 
banshee." 

The dog crawled on top of her, lowering his loins to her ass. He drooled on 
her shoulders and wrapped his forepaws around her upper flanks. She felt his 
mangy fur against her back, smelled his putrid breath, and felt his red-hot 
dog cock jabbing between her legs. 

"Oh, God, no!" she gasped as the wormlike dog prick wriggled between her 
cuntlips. 

The dog snapped at her ear, growling. His claws cut into her flesh as his 
thin prick screwed into her virgin cunt. It was like having a hot finger 
shoved inside her. The dog prick pistoned, sizzling. 

Michelle almost burst into tears. 

"Ruff, you dirty bastard," the boy said. "Leave some ass for me, you fucking 
hound." Then he laughed, ramming his huge prick faster into Roberta. 

Roberta started to moan and gyrate her ass around the boy's plunging cock. 
Shudders passed through her flanks. 

"Goddamn bitch!" the boy growled, slapping Roberta's madly churning ass. 
"Fucking nympho whore!" 

Roberta's eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. She let out an 
animal-like whine. 

"Jesus Christ!" The boy's eyes rolled back. He thrust savagely into Roberta, 
grinding his loins against her ass. 

Roberta gibbered as if she were out of her mind. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, 
squirt it, darling, oh God yes, squirt it!" 

The boy groaned and grunted like a wild young bull, pumping his load into 
Roberta's cunt. 

Michelle became so entranced with watching Roberta and the boy that she 
forgot the slimy dog prick that was violating her virgin cunt. As a cascade 
of the dog's hot drool drenched her neck, she jerked, suddenly frantic. The 
dog bore down, digging his claws in deeper as he rubbed his mangy belly 
against her backside. His prick wriggled inside her, searing the sensitive 
walls of her pussy. Her loins felt as if they were filled with flames. 

The boy knocked Roberta flat on her belly, then straddled her and sat on her 
back. His huge cock, wet with jism and cunt-juice, throbbed on her smooth 
skin, resembling a fat salami. 

"Fuck the shit outa that blonde bitch," he told the dog. "Fill 'er up with 
your stinking cream." 

As if responding on cue, the dog grunted, then began to whimper. His prick 
flexed repeatedly inside Michelle and suddenly began spurting cum into her. 
One of the dog's claws dug into the muscle tissue between her ribs. He let 
out a sharp howl, sending a forceful stream of jism into her. 

Michelle shrieked, her eyes blurring with tears. She'd never felt more 
degraded in her life. She wished she were dead. She tightened her cunt 
around the squirming dogprick, wishing she could crush the filthy object. As 
the dogprick climaxed again, Michelle's cunt exploded with spasms. 

She whined like a bitch in heat. She couldn't help herself from crying out 
anymore than she'd been able to prevent her sudden orgasm. She writhed on 
the sand, pinned under the grunting, spurting dog. As her clutching cunt 
nearly ripped the prick out of the dog's body, the mongrel howled again. 

"Hot damn!" the boy said, jerking on his cock like a shameless monkey. "Hot 
damn, bitches!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Roberta's cunt itched and she squeezed her legs together. The blonde kid 
knew how to fuck and he packed quite a punch when he came. It felt as if 
he'd shot a cup of jism into her-the dirty little bastard! 

He was sitting on her back, beating off despite the fact that less than a 
minute ago he'd been squirting into her. She felt his fat, hairless balls 
flapping against her spine as he fisted his overgrown cock. His hot asshole 
pulsed against her flesh like a set of sucking lips. He stank of piss and 
shit and young-male sweat. 

The kid shoved his dirty feet under her chest and clawed at her tits with 
his toenails. She felt like grabbing his feet and biting off his toes that 
would teach him-but she knew better than to fight him or antagonize him in 
any way. He was in command. She was ever aware of the cold rifle barrel 
resting across her back. Even while the kid had fucked her, he'd held onto 
the rifle, and he might be just crazy enough to use it. She was still weak 
from the shock of the rifle blast that had punched a hole in the canoe. The 
kid could just as easily have put a hole through her head. The only sane 
thing to do was to comply with the little fucker's demands. Eventually he'd 
relax and they'd be able to put the jump on him. If only Michelle would have 
sense enough to realize the same thing! 

Poor Michelle. Her pretty cheeks were streaked with tears and she was 
shaking like a leaf. And the dog had put claw marks in her creamy flanks. 

Wouldn't it be ironic if she really was a virgin? Roberta thought. And if 
her first lover was that mangy mongrel? Roberta found the thought perversely 
exciting. 

The big hairy mutt climbed off Michelle and slouched away as if he'd 
committed a sin. He sat down on the sand a short distance away and scratched 
behind his ear with one of his hind paws. His red prick still protruded 
halfway out of its sheath, the tip dripping. He stank worse than the boy and 
Roberta tried not to breathe until the breeze cleared the air some of his 
canine stench. 

The boy shoved the rifle barrel at Michelle's head. "Turn belly-up, horny 
bitch." He knocked on Roberta's head. "And you, black beauty, get down 
between her legs and eat her out. I know you like sucking pussy, 'cause I 
seen ya sucking her out in the canoe." 

The boy got off Roberta and she crawled in the sand until she was crouching 
between Michelle's legs like a cat at its cream dish. Michelle lay face-up, 
her chest rising and falling, her thighs parted. Dogjism, which resembled a 
slimy, whitish-gray mucous, oozed out of Michelle's well-fucked cunt. 
Roberta felt nauseous as she lowered her lips to the girl's cunt, but at the 
same time she felt a strange thrill. 

"Eat her good," the boy said. He'd straddled Michelle's face and was 
pressing his asshole against her nose. His large balls dangled over the 
girl's chin. "Suck all Ruff's cream outa her pussy. You'll love it, being a 
regular bitch dog yourself." Waving the rifle with his left hand and his 
cock with his right, he rubbed his ass in Michelle's face. "And you lick out 
my shithole, blondie." 

Roberta gagged at first, her head filled with the scent and taste of dogcum. 
It was stronger flavored than human cum and it stuck to her lips. She nearly 
vomited as she swallowed it. A peppery, slightly rotten taste filled her 
mouth. She flicked her tongue between Michelle's swollen pussyslabs, 
cleaning off all the dogslime on the girl's outer cunt. Michelle's clit 
quivered against her tongue and Michelle humped upward ever so slightly. 

Michelle moaned, rubbing her ass in the sand. She could hardly breathe and 
felt alternately as if she were going to smother and vomit. The boy's ass 
smelled and tasted like sweat and shit. His asshole was hot, and it sucked 
on her tongue as she twisted her tongue deeper inside it. This was worse 
than getting fucked by the dog. All that was keeping her from losing her 
mind totally was the thrusting of Roberta's tongue in her pussy. 

She couldn't figure out why she was so excited. She'd just come, with the 
dog-cock spurting inside her, and now a dirty boy was rubbing his stinking 
ass in her face, and he was probably going to kill her in a few minutes 
anyway. But she felt excited despite these things. As Roberta's tongue 
drilled at the sensitive folds inside her cunt, sucking the dog-jism out of 
her, Michelle arched up, rubbing her crotch in Roberta's face. It felt so 
good. 

"Deeper," the boy growled. "Lick out my hot hole, blonde bitch. Lick deeper, 
damn it!" He bore down as if he wanted to crush Michelle's face. 

Michelle strained to breathe. She whimpered, forcing her tongue up the boy's 
asshole until its roots ached. She twisted and pistoned her tongue 
frantically, tongue-fucking the boy as deeply as she possibly could. 

"Ahhh!' the boy sighed. "Ohhh, fuck!" 

His swollen balls flopped against the underside of Michelle's chin as he 
masturbated. Just at the moment that Michelle thought she was going to faint 
from lack of air, the boy slid off her face. 

"Eat my hog," he said, stuffing his cock into Michelle's mouth. "Suck it 
till it blows." 

Michelle gagged as the boy's cock slid down her throat. Her jaws felt as if 
they would split apart. She choked, imagining that a fist and arm had been 
rammed in her mouth. 

"Ah, bitch mouth!" the boy said, easing his cock back, then sinking it in 
again. "Suck that big mother, blondie. Eat that hot fucker." 

The boy's cock was incredibly hard and she thought she'd break her teeth on 
it if she tried to bite it. Its veins rippled against her lips. It throbbed 
and quivered, sending tingly sensations through Michelle's face and throat. 
The big prick was alive, and unbelievably strong. 

"That dogjizz taste good, black beauty?" the boy asked Roberta. "Keep 
sucking that pussy-hole. Don't leave one drop of that dogcream in there." 
Bracing himself, he began to rut at Michelle's throat. "Suck, blondie, suck, 
suck!" 

Michelle writhed, moaning and gurgling. She smacked her lips around the 
youth's plunging cock. She didn't care anymore about anything except the 
powerful feelings coursing through her body. Roberta's tongue felt like a 
hot drill inside her and the fuck-sensations pulsed in her crotch and at the 
tip of her spine. She sucked vigorously on the boy's cock, her lips 
prickling as his vein-rippled prick slid between them. She found that 
sucking cock caused the fuck-sensations in her own loins to intensify. 

"Uh, oh, fuck, uh!" the boy grunted, his cock swelling. He fucked hard, 
plunging in until his pubic hairs scoured Michelle's lower lip. "Eat it, you 
bitch, eat it!" 

Michelle gnawed the base of his cock with her teeth, sucking faster, using 
her tongue on the underside of his cock. She'd never sucked cock before, but 
she sucked now as if she'd been doing it all her life. She groaned, 
slurping, sucking, while rubbing her throbbing crotch madly in Roberta's 
face. Roberta's tongue grated against her clit, then slipped back into her 
pussy-hole. Michelle felt the tips of her toes tingle. A fire swept through 
her loins and suddenly she was coming. 

She whined with abandon, seeing stars in back of her eyes, curling under her 
toes. Arching up high, she churned her spasming crotch against Roberta's 
mouth. Roberta moaned, sucking the juices out of her, helping gnaw the 
pleasure through her contracting cuntslabs. The orgasm rushed through her 
quickly and intensely. It was almost over with when the boy started spurting 
his cum down her throat. 

"Ahhhhhh!" the youth moaned. "Ohhh, fuck!" His cock flexed repeatedly, 
pouring boiling jism down Michelle's gullet. 

She couldn't swallow fast enough. The flood of thick cum backed up in her 
throat and filled her mouth. The taste and aroma of it surged through her 
head like a whiff of smelling salts. She gagged. 

"Eat it," the boy grunted. "Eat it or else." His slim body shuddered. His 
cock swelled and contracted, gushing more cum into Michelle's mouth. 

She swallowed frantically, gagging as much on the pungent alkaline taste of 
the boy's fuckcream as on the slimy texture of it, By the time the boy had 
finished shooting, Michelle was sure she'd swallowed a cup of his cum. 

Roberta pulled her face away from Michelle's wet crotch. Pussyjuice dripped 
from her chin. The little bitch must have really been excited, must have 
really enjoyed sucking the boy's big cock. Roberta watched with envy as the 
huge cock slipped out of Michelle's mouth. Her mouth watered for a taste of 
it. She clutched her crotch, itchy to come again. 

The big mongrel stud, about the same color as a lion, straightened up and 
stretched. His skinny dogprick, about five inches long and dripping at the 
end, shined in the sunlight. Roberta shivered as the big dog glared at her, 
then moved toward her. She was scared to death of the mangy brute-and yet, 
she wanted him. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Roberta rose up on her hands and knees, arched her back, and pushed her ass 
up high. The boy, his fat cock lying like a soft sausage on Michelle's face, 
smirked at Roberta. 

"Hot for it, ain't ya, bitch? Can't get enough cock, can ya? Just like my 
little sister. Itchy ass, bitch ass." 

As the dog circled around behind Roberta, the boy gripped Michelle by the 
hair and forced her to sit up. "Watch your girlfriend, blondie." 

With a growl, the big dog rose up behind Roberta, mounting her. His hot cock 
slipped up her pussy. He held her with his paws, his sharp claws gouging her 
flanks, and began to piston his cock immediately. 

Roberta couldn't contain her excitement. She squealed, her entire body 
flushing with goose bumps. She looked over her shoulder to see the big hairy 
beast rutting at her upturned crotch. His hairy abdomen rubbed at her naked 
ass, driving her wild. The dog panted, dripping hot drool on her back from 
his flapping tongue. Roberta wiggled her ass madly. 

The boy got up, dragging Michelle by her ass-length blonde hair until she 
was alongside Roberta's ass. He shoved her head close to the dog's thrusting 
prick. 

"Look, blondie. Sexy, ain't it? Your girlfriend's a real bitch, ain't she?" 

Michelle whimpered, but didn't say anything. 

The boy chuckled. "That's how Ruff's cock looked when it was fucking your 
own smelly cunt hole, blondie, except you was flat on your belly with your 
legs wide open." 

He yanked on Michelle's hair again and pulled her behind the humping dog, 
shoving her nose under the mongrel's tail. "Big nuts, ain't they, blondie? 
Bet you'd like to lick 'em. 

Dogs are just like guys-they love getting their balls licked." 

"Please," Michelle whimpered. "Don't." 

"Lick them nuts, you bastard, or I'll shove this rifle barrel up your 
asshole and pull the trigger!" The boy rammed her face against the dog's 
ass. 

Michelle sobbed as she gave the dog's nuts a tongue-bath. The dog growled 
with either anger or appreciation. Roberta watched the action over her 
shoulder-the dog humping away at her ass, the boy forcing Michelle to suck 
the dog's nuts. The boy grinned at Roberta, his cock throbbing up again 
until it pointed at the sky. Roberta looked back front, irritated by the 
filthy boy's intimate smile. Did he really think he could win her over with 
a smile-the smelly little fucker? 

As if the boy could read her mind, he circled around in front of her and 
pressed the cold gun barrel against her temple. Roberta froze, aware of the 
throbbing of her pulse in her temple and feeling the hard gun barrel 
grinding into her skull. The dog-prick continued to piston in her cunt, 
which suddenly felt detached from the rest of her body. 

"I could blow your head off," the boy said. "And I might just do it yet." He 
increased the pressure of the barrel against her temple, then pulled it 
away. Dropping to his knees, he slammed her across the face a few times with 
his cock. It was so heavy and hard, it might as well have been a billyclub. 

Roberta saw stars. Her eyes watered. 

The boy turned around and shoved his ass in her face. "Start licking, bitch. 
And don't make any funny moves. I'm fast as lightning with this rifle." 

As the boy used one hand to spread his asscheeks, Roberta shoved her mouth 
against his pinkish-brown asspucker. She was trembling. After coming so 
close to death, she found sucking on the boy's shitter to be almost a 
privilege. She licked up and down his musky cleft, then drove her tongue up 
his ass. He was tight, but her tongue slipped in easily. 

"Shit," the boy said. "This is living!" He wiggled his skinny ass, his 
asshole sucking at Roberta's tongue. 

The sounds of slurping and squishing filled the late-morning air. As Roberta 
tongue-fucked the boy's smelly asshole she wiggled her own ass, responding 
to the pistoning of the dog-prick in her sizzling cunt. Behind the dog, 
Michelle whimpered softly, gagging from time to time as she sucked and 
licked the dog's hot nuts. It excited Roberta to know that little Michelle 
had her nose under the dog's tail and was slurping at his balls. 

The dog humped away, panting heavily. drooling all over Roberta's back. He 
hugged her ass tightly with his forepaws, grinding his furry belly against 
her ass, slipping his red-hot prick in and out of her. Despite the slimness 
of the mongrel's prick, he was a damn good fucker. What he lacked in cock 
size he made up for in fucking speed. 

The skinny cock wriggled inside her as it pistoned, jabbing at all the 
pleasure spots inside Roberta's cunt. Her cuntlips, swollen and inflamed, 
prickled and itched from the super-rapid filing of the dogprick between 
them. Roberta regretted that she hadn't allowed a dog to mount her years 
ago. She'd missed out on a lot of fun by limiting her sex life to only the 
human species. 

The boy pulled off her tongue and he turned around to face her. "Christ, ya 
almost fucked the jism outa me. Ya suck ass better than my kid sister." He 
released his cock and exhaled. Then he scowled. "Hurry up, ya dumb mutt. Get 
your rocks off." He circled behind Michelle and nudged her ass with his 
foot. "Shove your tongue up his ass, blondie. That'll get 'em off." 

Michelle sobbed. "No, please!" 

The boy thrust his fingers into her hair and ripped at it. "I said, shove 
your tongue up that dog's asshole-or I'll rip every hair outa your bitch 
head!" 

Michelle gagged repeatedly as she was forced to tongue-fuck the mongrel's 
asshole. As her tongue entered the stud, he yelped, screwing Roberta in a 
frenzy. Roberta squealed, churning her ass madly against the mongrel's 
humping loins. 

Jesus Christ, that dog could fuck! And Roberta loved the way he hugged her 
ass, digging in with his claws as he clung to her. He prick wriggled inside 
her like a hot snake, reaming her mouth, spitting fire at the supersensitive 
folds and crevices of her swollen cuntal walls. She felt a maddening tingle 
in the pit of her cunthole, and within seconds it flashed through her cunt. 
Her ass felt like a huge swollen balloon of sensation, her cunt contracted 
and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. 

"I'm coming!" she moaned. "Ohhh, yesss, oh God yessss!" Twisting her head 
and churning her ass, she let her orgasm overwhelm her. 

The mongrel stud growled as the sizzling jism squirted out of his prick 
inside Roberta. It was like a squirt gun filled with hot water shooting in 
Roberta's spasming pussy-hole. The mutt danced, filling Roberta's cunt with 
dogjism. 

The boy grabbed the big dog when it finally dismounted. "OK, blondie, now 
suck the slime off Ruff's prick." 

Still sobbing, and moving like a zombie, Michelle crawled under the dog and 
engulfed his red prick with her lips. She sucked the dog-jism and Roberta's 
fuck-slime off the naked prick. The dog squirmed, whimpering, as if his 
prick were super-sensitive after his orgasm. After several seconds the dog 
broke free, flopping down at the edge of the woods to scratch at his fleas. 

The boy chuckled, then knocked Michelle over and used his foot to roll her 
face-up. Her face glowed red in the sunlight, slimy with fuck-juices. 
Doghairs clung to the sticky slime. She panted, staring with glazed eyes at 
the sky, her chest rising and falling. Although her panties hung like rags 
around her hips, their crotch having been ripped out by the mongrel, she 
still wore her bikini halter, the yellow tit-cups capping her swollen tits. 
The boy got his toes under her titcups and pried them off. Then he grated 
her nipples with his dirty toenails. 

Rape her, Roberta thought, sitting in the sand, her crotch still pulsing. 
Rape the bitch! What a sight it would be, watching that huge cock plunging 
in Michelle's tight little cunt. The thought so excited her that she 
fingered her clit. 

The boy smirked at Roberta. "Can't get enough, can ya, itchy bitch? You're 
worse than Lucy." He glanced at Michelle. Then back at Roberta. "Sit on 
blondie's face, itchy bitch. She'll suck the jizz outa ya, maybe even take 
care of your bitch itch." 

Roberta didn't need any prompting. She'd been waiting for the opportunity to 
sit on Michelle's face for a long time. In fact, one of her main purposes in 
getting Michelle to go on this canoe trip with her was to get the sexy young 
blonde to eat her out. There was something about sitting on the face of an 
inexperienced young girl that thrilled Roberta to no end. As she straddled 
Michelle's head, lowering her crotch to Michelle's pouting lips, she had to 
restrain herself from giggling. 

"Suck the jizz outa her," the boy growled, pinching Michelle's nipples 
between his toes. "Suck that smelly pussy till it's all cleaned out. Suck 
that black-haired bitch off. Make her come." 

As Michelle, sniveling and choking, thrust her tongue into Roberta's cunt, 
the boy stepped up in front of Roberta and rubbed the head of his cock back 
and forth across her lips. It smelled of jism and cunt-juice, and the head, 
half-wrapped in a sexy foreskin, glowed a shiny purple in the sunlight. The 
piss-slit leaked and the boy smeared the sticky lube on Roberta's lips. She 
opened her mouth, hungry for the big cock. Underneath her, Michelle slurped 
and sucked. 

The boy slammed her back and forth across the face with his heavy cock. 
"Wanna suck it, don't ya, bitch? Wanna gnaw on my prick, don't ya?" He 
rammed it down her throat and when she choked, suddenly withdrew it. "You 
don't deserve it, bitch. You're gonna have to earn this big juicy thing." 

Roberta's face twitched. She wanted to kill the little bastard. Who the fuck 
did he think he was? There wasn't a male at Oak Hills College who wouldn't 
sell his own mother for a blow-job from Roberta Fredericks. Now this little 
boy was telling her that she didn't deserve to suck his cock. He was out of 
his fucking mind. If he didn't have that gun, she'd scratch his fucking eyes 
out. She thrust her fingers into Michelle's blonde hair, clawing at the 
little bitch's skull. 

Lick me out, you prissy bitch, she commanded silently, trying to forget that 
the boy was even alive. She directed all her anger and lust toward Michelle, 
scouring the younger girl's face with her kinky black bush. Eat it, you 
blonde bastard-suck the slime out of me! 

The boy chuckled, circling Roberta as she fucked Michelle's mouth. From time 
to time, he rubbed his smelly cock under her nose, taunting her. Roberta 
tried to ignore him, but she was drooling. She was ready to do anything for 
a taste of the boy's big cock. She'd never sucked a prick that big and the 
smell was driving her out of her mind. 

The boy stood in front of her, his hands on his hips, his cock throbbing 
just inches from her nose. His balls rolled seductively in their hairless 
sac and Roberta thought she was going to lose her mind. It was the sexiest 
prick she'd ever seen in her life. As it throbbed, the fuck-sensations 
pulsed to the same rhythm in her loins. She focused on the big throbbing 
prick, spit leaking from the corner of her mouth, her eyes crossed, her 
nostrils flared. She tore at Michelle's hair, humped at Michelle's face and 
felt Michelle sucking frantically. As the fires of orgasm exploded in her 
loins, she whined like a woman possessed, snapping at the boy's cock. 

The boy danced backwards, laughing. 

Roberta writhed, rubbing her crotch madly against Michelle's mouth. Every 
inch of her naked body prickled with excitement. Waves of orgasm pulsed 
through her again and again, making her jerk and gasp and grunt. When she 
finally pulled away from Michelle's face, she saw that it was covered with 
sticky grayish jism-the jism of both the boy and the dog. It was such a 
satisfying sight that Roberta momentarily forgot that she'd been denied the 
boy's cock to suck. 

"All right, up on your feet," the boy ordered, both his rifle and his cock 
aimed at the young women. "It's time ya'll met pa." 

As the boy waved them into the woods with his rifle, the big yellow mongrel 
fell into step behind them, sniffing their asses and growling as he followed 
along. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Michelle had never in her life felt so many conflicting emotions 
simultaneously. She was afraid, her heart thudding like a clenched fist in 
her chest. She was panting, too, and couldn't stop. But the panting was due 
as much to excitement as to fear-and even her excitement was pleasurable in 
a masochistic way. Stumbling naked-except for the tattered rags of her 
panties, which still dangled around her loins-she imagined herself to be a 
slave girl in the jungle. And that was also exciting. She thought of her 
boyfriend Rick, and of those adventure books he was forever reading, stories 
of Tarzan and explorers and naked jungle slave girls. 

If he could only see, me now, Michelle thought, mud oozing between her toes 
as she stepped in a wet area along the trail. He'd rape me for sure. But 
would it even matter anymore? 

She'd been fucked by a dog, a big yellow mongrel that resembled a lion. At 
least she thought she had. It was difficult to know what was real and what 
was not anymore. But if it was true, if she actually had been violated by 
the dog, did that mean she was no longer a virgin? She'd felt no pain. The 
dogprick had obviously not broken her cherry, apparently too skinny. 
Perhaps, technically, she was still a virgin. But how long would she remain 
that way? How long would it be before that insane boy decided to ram his 
monstrous prick inside her? 

Michelle shivered at the thought of it. That big cock would kill her for 
sure. She clenched her teeth and fists, wanting more than anything to whirl 
around and bash the boy's face in. How dare he do this to her? He had no 
right! She was not his slave! She was not! 

"Halt!" 

The two girls froze on the path. 

The boy nudged Roberta with his rifle, making her step up beside Michelle. 
Both girls still had their backs to him. 

"Now squat down," he said. "I said, squat!" 

Both girls squatted, bracing their hands on each other's shoulders for 
balance. The boy shoved his right big toe between Michelle's pussylips and 
twisted it inside her until she gasped. Then he withdrew it and rammed it 
into Roberta's cunt. He walked around front then and wiggled his dripping 
big toe under Michelle's nose. 

"Suck it off, blondie. Eat the cunt-stink." The boy masturbated slowly as 
Michelle sucked his toe. He jiggled Roberta's tits with the end of his rifle 
barrel. After withdrawing his toe, he caressed Michelle's lips with the 
steaming head of his cock. 

Michelle wrinkled her nose, but she felt a perverse need to open up and to 
suck on the big cock. As her lips parted, the boy wiggled his cock between 
them a few moments, then pulled it away. 

"Later, bitch. You already enjoyed this once today." He swung toward 
Roberta, brushing the knob of his prick against her lips. 

Roberta moaned, her mouth gaping. The boy pulled his cock away and whopped 
her aside the head with it. 

Behind the two girls, the mongrel growled, sniffing their asses excitedly. 
Michelle jumped as hot fluid suddenly squirted between her asscheeks. 

The boy guffawed. "Mark 'em good, ya mangy mutt. Piss on 'em." 

The big dog waterd Michelle's ass, then sprayed an equal amount of his hot 
yellow piss on Roberta's ass. When the two young women straightened up, 
dog-piss ran down their legs as if they were both standing up and pissing 
themselves. 

The smirking boy rammed the cold gun barrel between Michelle's asscheeks and 
ordered her to move on. She stumbled forward, her in-sides turned to jelly. 

Strangely, she felt more numb than afraid now. She was angry though, most 
angry at Roberta for getting them into this mess. This trip along a 
back-country river in an area so far from civilization had been Roberta's 
idea. They could have canoed any number of rivers just as quiet, but not 
nearly so isolated and secluded. And Roberta could have listened to her when 
she'd first reported seeing the boy up on the bluffs. They could have 
avoided this entire situation if only Roberta would have listened. 

They'd trudged at least a half mile from the river now. The dense forest now 
gave way to less undergrowth and enormous trees. Michelle was beginning to 
wonder how much farther the boy would march them. 

A few minutes later the two girls staggered into a clearing that was at 
least a half-mile square. When Michelle's eyes had adjusted to the sunlight 
again, she saw that the clearing contained some buildings, fields, and farm 
animals. A large garden lay near the cabin and other buildings and a cow and 
a donkey grazed in a weed-riddled pasture. 

It took only another minute, with the yellow mongrel running on ahead, for 
the two young women to cross the pasture and to arrive in front of the 
cabin. The sight they found there caused Michelle to feel even weaker and 
sicker. 

A grizzled, graying man with wild hair was slumped in a wooden chair which 
balanced on two legs and leaned up against the rough log cabin in front of 
which he was sitting. His head lay on his right shoulder, his mouth slack, 
his eyes closed. He breathed deeply and loudly, his naked torso inflating 
and deflating like a bellows. His legs hung off the sides of the chair, his 
dirty feet planted on the bare ground. He was a big man and he didn't have a 
stitch on. His pants, along with several empty whiskey bottles, lay strewn 
on the ground nearby. A big, snakelike cock and two fat balls were plopped 
on the chair-seat between the man's legs, as if they too were sleeping. 

"Looky here, Pa," the boy said. 

The yellow mongrel circled the old man, sniffing at him, while a second dog, 
a huge gray hound, circled the two women, growling and sniffing their asses 
and cunts. The old man's nostrils twitched, but he didn't stir. 

The boy pushed the two young women. "Get up close, one of ya on each side. 
Shove your asses up close to his face." 

As the two women moved toward the man, Michelle beginning to tremble for 
fear, the front door of the cabin opened and a naked young girl with budding 
tits stood in the doorway, hands on her small hips. 

The girl's eyes gaped. "Who in the heck are they, Delbert?" 

"Mind your own business," the boy said. He shoved Michelle. "Shove your ass 
up to his nose, like I told ya." 

Michelle stood on the side of the man toward which his grizzled face was 
turned. As she backed slowly toward him, she felt his moist breath on her 
naked ass and smelled the nauseating aroma of cheap whiskey. On the other 
side of the man, Roberta wiggled her bare ass. Michelle noticed a few 
droplets of cunt-juice trickling down Roberta's leg and the hint of a smirk 
on Roberta's face. The bitch is enjoying this! Michelle realized. 

As if to confirm what Michelle was thinking, Roberta reached behind herself 
and hauled apart her black-furred pussy. Her red cunt-meat glistened in the 
sunshine. 

"Pull yours apart too, blondie," the smirking boy growled. "Give Pa a real 
whiff of that juicy thing." 

Bent slightly forward, her ass turned up, Michelle dug her fingernails into 
her cuntslabs and yanked them apart, feeling the breeze rush inside her wet 
pussy. 

The two dogs leaped in circles, whimpering. The old man's nose twitched, his 
hairy nostrils flaring. His uncut cock snapped up to a full, vertical 
erection in two quick jerks. His eyelids fluttered, and as his eyes began to 
open, he rammed his nose into the seething wet meat of Michelle's open cunt. 

"Mmmmm, you juicy Lucy bitch!" The man sucked fiercely, ramming his tongue 
up Michelle's pussy. 

"Check her again, Pa," the boy shouted, giggling. "Ain't no red-furred 
beaver you're gnawing on." 

The man pulled his tongue out of Michelle and tugged on some of her blonde 
cunt-hair. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He pulled some of the pussy-hairs out 
from between his front teeth and inspected them. He glanced up then at 

Michelle, his gray bloodshot eyes full of puzzlement. "Holy whoredom!" 

The boy giggled, doing a jig. The two dogs leaped and barked. As the old man 
turned his head and came face to ass with Roberta's hauled-apart asscheeks, 
he let out a yelp himself. 

"Eat it, Pa," the boy yelled. 

"Holy fucking shit!" 

The old man plunged his face between Roberta's asscheeks and licked up and 
down the cleft of her ass and pussy. He grabbed his cock and fisted it as if 
he hadn't blown a load in a month. 

The naked young girl bounded down off the small front porch, her half-grown 
tits jiggling. "Who are they, Delbert? Who are they?" 

The two dogs surrounded the girl, one driving his snout between her legs fro 
the front, the other from behind. 

"I said, it ain't none of your business," the boy growled. 

"It's my business, though." The old man pushed Michelle and Roberta away, 
then sat up, his chair falling forward so that all four of its legs were 
planted on the ground. He stood up slowly, as if his joints were rusty. 
"Where'd you find these hoochie-koochie gals, boy?" 

"Canoeing down the river like a coupla goddamn squaws," the boy said. And he 
told the whole story of how he'd caught Michelle and Roberta, not failing to 
tell how he'd watched them float down center-stream, Roberta licking 
Michelle's ass. 

"Don't say?" the old man said, working his foreskin back and forth over the 
slippery head of his cock. 

The boy pulled on his own prick, his foreskin making a squishing sound as he 
worked it up and down. "Just like at the fair, Pa, only they's naked as 
jaybirds, ain't they?" 

"That they are, boy." The old man placed his left hand on Michelle's head 
and his right hand on Roberta's head and pushed them down until they were on 
their knees in front of him. "Looks like I got me a coupla slavegirls." He 
yanked on the hair of the two young women. "Do some licking now, 
hoochie-koochie gals. Pleasure my privates." 

Michelle thought she was going to faint. The old man reeked, smelled as if 
he hadn't taken a bath in ten years. And his cockhead stank worst of all. As 
she gingerly began to tongue the man's fat nuts, fighting the impulse to 
gag, she was shocked to see Roberta cradle the man's cock in two hands, bend 
it down, and peel back the foreskin. Roberta wrapped her fat lips around the 
man's prickhead and sucked loudly, as if she'd never tasted anything so 
delicious in her life. 

Roberta breathed heavily through her nostrils, spit leaking from her stuffed 
mouth and dribbling over the man's swollen balls. Michelle licked off the 
cock-flavored spit, the man's huge nuts twisting under her tongue. 

The two young women hadn't been servicing the old man for more than ten 
seconds when the two dogs attempted to mount them from behind, plopping 
their gigantic paws on the women's shoulders and rubbing their furry bellies 
against the women's backs. Michelle squirmed as she felt the slimy dogprick 
of the gray hound slithering between her asscheeks. She tried to hold her 
breath. The hound reeked worse than the old man. 

The old man chuckled, screwing his cock between Roberta's smacking lips. 
"Oowee! Ain't this pleasureful? Ain't this what every good man deserves!" 

The two dogs growled and let out sharp barks, frantically trying to fuck 
their rampant pricks up the assholes of the two women. 

The old man guffawed. "And every good hound, too. Go at 'em, boys. Them's 
hoochie-koochie gals. You ain't never gonna find hotter meat than ya's got 
between your legs right now." 

As Michelle's ass turned up slightly, responding almost against her will to 
the thrusting of the red-hot dogprick, she gasped with surprise as the long, 
thin cock probed her clenched asspucker and slipped inside her. She 
squirmed, panting. Roberta let out a squeal and Michelle knew what the 
yellow mongrel had succeeded in fucking his cock up her asshole also. The 
gray hound's claws sank into the tender skin at the nape of Michelle's neck 
as he began to fuck at high speed. 

"Lick, suck!" the old man ordered, jerking on the women's hair, rubbing his 
bristly balls in Michelle's face and thrusting his veined cock in Roberta's 
mouth. "Pleasure me, pleasure them hounds! Come on, you hoochie-koochie 
gals, do your job." He laughed, jerking on their hair fiercely while he 
fucked Roberta's face. 

Roberta choked, sounding as if she were vomiting, and Michelle felt a 
flicker of satisfaction. If Roberta choked to death the bitch would only be 
getting what she deserved. 

The dogprick sizzled inside Michelle, making her asshole feel like warm 
jelly. The prick pistoned so rapidly that Michelle couldn't tell the 
out-strokes from the in-strokes. She couldn't believe this was happening, 
either. Here she was, kneeling in front of a grizzly old hillbilly, his 
stinking balls mashed to her nose and lips, one of his hounds clutching her 
from behind and buggering her virgin asshole. She closed her eyes, hoping 
that when she opened them she might find herself waking up from a nightmare. 
But it was real. It was all too real. 

"Jesus whoredom, I'm gonna blow!" 

The old man clutched Roberta's head, grunting like a bull. He dove his cock 
all the way down her throat, grinding his groin against her nose. Michelle 
felt his balls inflate against her tongue and then felt them contract. 

"Eat it, bitch!" the man groaned, his loins vibrating. "Oh goddamn, eat it!" 

The mongrel fucking Roberta let out an excited yelp. He growled, biting at 
Roberta's black hair as he spurted his sizzling jism up her asshole. The 
mongrel's excitement spread to the gray hound and his cock grew as hard and 
dense as steel inside Michelle, knifing like a dagger as it suddenly 
released a squirting torrent of dogjism up her clenched asshole. Michelle 
jerked and squirmed with every spurt of the slimy fluid into her body. 

The old man and the two big dogs grunted and gasped with sick pleasure, 
emptying their loins into the bodies of the two helpless young women. 
Michelle realized for certain now that she could no longer consider herself 
a virgin. Both her cunt and asshole had been violated by dogpricks. And her 
throat had been fucked by that filthy boy's cock. Maybe her pussy hadn't 
been screwed yet by a human cock, and maybe her cherry was still intact, but 
what did it matter? 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Watching Grover climb down off the blonde bitch, Delbert stumbled out of his 
britches. He was going to sink his cock into that blonde bitch before he 
lost his load or his mind, or both. He cupped his sweaty balls, feeling 
their cum-filled tightness. His prick pointed straight at the sky, so 
excited that the foreskin had retracted completely off the knob. Fuck-lube 
bubbled out of his prick and his cock was so hard it hurt. That blonde bitch 
turned him on, especially the way her hair hung all the way to her sexy 
bitch ass. Christ, what an ass! 

He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her down. She fell to the ground, 
whimpering, and he kicked her, digging his toenails into her soft flank. 

Pa laughed appreciatively. "You take care of her, boy. I'm gonna have me 
some fun with this here black-haired jezebel. Come on, you hoochie-koochie 
whore." He led the black-haired bitch off, his finger up her ass, the two 
mangy mutts following along excitedly. 

Only Lucy remained behind to watch Delbert fuck the blonde, and that excited 
him. He was going to show his kid sister how a real man handled a woman. 
Lucy sat on the bare ground in front of the cabin door, her legs spread, her 
left hand caressing her firm little tits while her right hand diddled with 
her pussy. 

"Bitch!" Delbert growled at Lucy, and she wrinkled her upturned nose at him. 
"Hah, go fuck yourself," he said, then turned his attention back to the 
blonde bitch, satisfied that Lucy's eyes were glued to him and that she was 
going crazy for want of his cock. 

The blonde's cheeks were tear-stained. Her hair fanned out on the dirt like 
golden silk. He yanked on her hair again, forcing her up on her hands and 
knees. Kneeling behind her, he slapped her ass. 

"Turn it up, bitch, and suck in your gut! I wanna see your asshole looking 
straight at me." He slapped her ass again, watching with delight as the big 
sexy asscheeks turned up at him like creamy globes. 

The bitch's pink, slightly inflamed asshole winked in the sunlight, dog-jism 
leaking out of it. Delbert smeared the smelly dogcum up and down her 
asscrack with the tip of his middle finger, then tickled her asspucker until 
it made a sucking twitch. Grinning with satisfaction, he rammed his finger 
up her ass and watched her writhe. 

"Don't," she panted. "Oh don't, please don't!" 

Delbert twisted his finger savagely, reaming her out. The more she writhed, 
the more excited he became. He jerked his finger in and out. She panted as 
if she were going to have a heart attack. Dog-jism squished out around 
Delbert's plunging finger. His cock felt as if it were going to split down 
the middle. 

"Hoochie-koochie gal, hoochie-koochie gal," he taunted, his face burning up, 
his eyes blurry from his excitement. 

He was doing what he'd always dreamed of doing-ramming his finger up the 
asshole of a hoochie-koochie girl. Well, she wasn't a real hoochie-koochie 
girl like at the kooch shows at ft the fair, but she was about the same age 
as one, and she was sure just as sexy as one. Hell, she was even better than 
one because she was bare-assed naked! 

Damn, those kooch shows got Delbert so excited that he would jerk off right 
there in the crowd, not giving a fucking damn who saw him. He never jacked 
off alone though. Half the farm boys in the country were there beating at 
the same time, drooling over the kooch gals like starving hounds over fresh 
meat. 

Delbert yanked his finger out of the blonde's asshole and sniffed the 
jizz-dripping digit. It smelled more of female asshole than of dog-jism, and 
Delbert caught his breath, dizzy for a moment. He was getting so damned 
excited he thought he might end up fainting. 

"Fuck you, baby," he muttered. "Fuck youuuuu!" He bent his cock down, noting 
that the foreskin was tight on the shaft. 

His cock appeared larger than he'd ever seen it, as big around as his wrist 
and at least an inch longer than its usual eight inches. His knob, shiny and 
purple and dripping with fuck-lube, looked as it would explode. Spreading 
the blonde's furry cuntslabs, he twisted his prick knob between them, 
groaning. The kiss of cock to wet cunt nearly brought him off instantly. 

He took several deep breaths, hoping his cock would cool down a little. He 
didn't want to pop off on the way in-as good as that would feel. 

His cockhead throbbing between the blonde's cuntslabs, he gathered up some 
of her long hair so he could yank on it. He imagined that he was riding a 
filly, and that the ropes of her hair were reins. Taking up the slack, he 
made her head go back and her face turn up at the sky. 

Letting loose her hair and digging his fingers into her gorgeous naked ass, 
he braced himself and felt the strength gathering in his loins. Gritting his 
teeth, he rammed into her with all he had, watching his prick sink in her 
cunt to the hilt, feeling the pleasure of his hard lower belly colliding 
with her big sweet ass. On the way in, he heard and felt something snap 
inside her. 

The girl shrieked, gasped and writhing like a stuck pig. 

As Delbert withdrew his cock, he saw blood dripping off it. The aroma of 
cunt and blood rose to his nostrils. He saw red. His entire body throbbed 
with heat. Gripping the girl's ass until his fingernails nearly split open 
her skin, he fucked in a frenzy of lust and pleasure. 

Her cherry! he thought. I busted her cherry. 

Jesus fucking Christ, I busted her cherry! 

His prick felt as big and hard as a battering ram. As he plowed it in and 
out, blood and cunt-juice ran like hot spit over his flapping balls. The 
girl writhed frantically, trying to scramble away from him. He followed 
along behind on his knees, his belly whacking her ass as he rammed his cock 
in again and again and again. It felt as if a million electrified tongues 
were licking inside his cock and asshole. 

"Ahhh!" he bellowed. "Ahhh, ohhhh, feels so fucking good! Fuck you, fuck 
youuuuuu!" 

His nipples and toes tingled and he knew he was going to come any second. He 
wished he could go on fucking like this forever, but there was no stopping 
the jism from surging through his cock. Any second now. Any second. 

The blonde bitch moaned and whined, her body shuddering, her ass jerking, 
her cunt clutching at Delbert's sliding prick like the oiled hand of a 
blacksmith. 

"Ohhhh!" she wailed. "Ohh God, ohhhh God, huh huh huh!" Her body vibrated. 
She tossed her head, writhing, churning her exploding cunt around and around 
Delbert's cock. 

Delbert saw stars. The spasming bitch was nearly skinning his prick alive! 
His prick had never felt so hard, so tight, so saturated with pleasure. Such 
feeling surged through his cock that he almost passed out. Then his jism 
gushed into the ravished young woman in scalding torrents. He cried out, 
bellowing like a young bull, his belly grinding against the woman's ass, his 
prick screwing mad circles inside her as he fired round after round of jism 
up her bleeding, spasming cunt. 

Before he'd finished blowing his load, he collapsed on top of her, knocking 
her flat out on the dirt. He bucked and humped and grunted until he'd spent 
every ounce of his pleasure and every drop of his teenaged jism. He'd never 
felt so good in his life, never. 

"Fuck you," he moaned, lying spent and exhausted on top of the whimpering 
blonde. "Fuck you." He was in heaven. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Roberta didn't know whether she ought to make a run for it, put up a fight, 
or comply and hope for the best. Trying to run away didn't make much sense. 
Those two overgrown hounds of hell would be all over her before she got ten 
feet. And either one of them could easily rip out her throat with one snap 
of his venomous yellow fangs. Putting up a fight would probably have the 
same result. The old man and the old dogs together would likely rip the meat 
off her bones. Complying with the old man's demands seemed to be the only 
alternative-obeying him, fawning over him, and hoping that eventually she'd 
be able to slip away somehow. To hell with Michelle. It was every girl for 
herself now. 

"Get along there, girlie, get along." The old man twisted his finger in her 
asshole, making her prance faster across the pasture. 

The two huge mutts flanked her like guards, trotting along on both sides of 
her and nipping at her calves from time to time. 

The old man goosed her again, forcing her to trot faster. Her big tits 
bounced like water balloons filled to the limit. Whenever she was excited, 
her tits swelled and tightened, her cherries turned almost purple and her 
nipples became erect, hard, and tingly. Some sticky juice ran out of her 
cunt and down her legs as her inflated cuntslabs shimmied together. Despite 
her anxiety over what was going to happen to her, despite her loathing for 
the old man and his dogs, she couldn't curb her excitement. 

She'd never been held captive like this before, had never been forced to 
perform such degrading-yet exciting-actions. The only time she'd ever been 
anywhere near this excited was when she'd cock-teased the varsity wrestling 
team at Oak Hills College so severely that the wrestlers had chained her up 
in the locker room after a match and had taken turns raping her. The rape 
had gone on half the night, until none of the boys could even get hard 
anymore, and then they'd released her. Her cunt, asshole, and throat had 
been so sore for two weeks afterward that her sex life during that period 
consisted of performing jack-off service for boys she knew she could handle, 
mostly super-shy freshmen. How excited she'd felt during that gang-bang 
rape! 

Near the middle of the pasture, the old man collared her, clutching her in a 
bear-hug and grinding his wiry-haired belly against her soft abdomen and 
tits. "Sexy bitch! Hoochie-koochie gal!" 

She squirmed in his embrace as he showered her face and mouth with drooling 
kisses. His breath reeked of tobacco and whiskey and rotted teeth. His cock 
sizzled against her belly like a bratwurst fresh off the grill, leaking 
fuck-lube and getting her slimy. His ragged, quill-like whiskers seemed to 
claw at her cheeks. She wanted to scream, vomit, and kill, but she allowed 
the man to take his pleasure over her. Christ, she was hot! There was 
something loathsomely exciting about being used, abused, and degraded this 
way. She allowed her mouth to go slack, allowed the man's dripping tongue to 
dangle against her tonsils. She sucked the foul tongue, her crotch aching 
and on fire. 

The man knocked her down, laughing like a pirate. "Bitch!" 

Roberta cursed as she rolled away from some stubby thistles she'd fallen on. 
She rubbed her stinging ass. When the two dogs jumped on her, snapping and 
growling, she screamed. 

"Get, you mangy brutes!" the old man shouted. "Get, goddamn you!" He slammed 
one of the dogs alongside the skull. 

The dog slinked away, whimpering, and the other dog followed. 

The old man grinned down at Roberta, his cock throbbing and dripping. He 
resembled a hairy old troll and he was about the worst-smelling beast 
Roberta had ever run into. Jesus Christ, hadn't he ever taken a bath? He was 
gross! 

As the man squatted over her face, Roberta lost no time tonguing his crotch 
and balls and asshole. She held her nose and licked. A fist of fuck-tension 
tightened in her cunt. Jesus, he was a salty old bastard! Disgusting! But 
how she loved to lick his fuck-parts and asshole! She got so excited, she 
trembled. 

The man straightened up, chuckling. "Spread your legs, bitch. Let me see 
that ripe meat between your black fur." 

Lying flat out in the middle of the pasture, the sun beating down on her, 
the panting of the nearby dogs in her ears, the lusting gray eyes of the old 
man dancing all over her naked flesh, Roberta widened her legs into a near 
full-split, displaying her dripping cunt. The old man ran his big toe up and 
down between her cuntslabs as she held them apart. She wished he'd shove his 
foot up inside her. She needed to be reamed out by something! 

"Ripe and ready," the old man said, showing gaps between his teeth as he 
grinned. "Hobart's gonna love that juicy cunthole of yours, hoochie-koochie 
gal." He rammed his big toe up her cunt, twisting it viciously. "Get up, ya 
godless whore!" 

Roberta had no more risen to her feet than the old man knocked her down 
again. "Crawl, bitch!" He yanked on her long black hair and dragged her 
crawling and whimpering toward the gray-and-brown donkey that had been 
standing nearby, eying them in silence. 

"This here's Hobart, girlie, and he's crazy about hot bitch. Say hi to 
Hobart." 

The old man kicked her underneath the donkey, where the longest and fattest 
prick Roberta had ever seen dangled just inches from her nose. It was more 
than two feet long and Roberta could feel the heat of it. 

"Wrap your mouth around the end of it, bitch." 

Her heart throbbing, Roberta opened her mouth as wide as she could and 
engulfed the donkey's cockhead. The rubbery prick shivered, swelled 
slightly, and suddenly began squirting hot acid down Roberta's throat. 
Gagging, choking, even swallowing some of the hot fluid before she realized 
it was piss, Roberta fell away from the donkey prick, yellow piss gushing 
out of her mouth. 

"Lay still!" the old man yelled, kicking at Roberta as she tried to scramble 
out from under the donkey. "Don't move, damn it!" 

The dogs growled and Roberta lay helplessly under the urinating donkey, her 
face and tits and belly drenched by his hot, squirting donkey-piss. The old 
man guffawed, holding his sides. His stiff prick danced. 

"Now suck it and jack it," the old man ordered. "Get going." 

Piss still dripped from the end of the donkey's cock as Roberta took hold of 
it once more and wrapped her lust-swollen lips around the head. The taste of 
donkey-piss took a few moments to get used to, but once she got used to the 
super-potent acidity of it, its flavor was almost sweet. As Roberta sucked 
the residual piss out of the yard-long tube, she remembered all the boys 
she'd let piss in her mouth-and the girls too. Human piss had never poisoned 
her so there was no reason why donkey-piss should. 

The enormous donkey-cock became even more enormous as she caressed and 
sucked it. The head swelled as big and hard as a delicious apple in her 
mouth, stretching her jaws until they ached. She feared she might not be 
able to dislodge the enormous knob from her mouth until it softened again. 
The shaft grew longer, thickening, hardening. She was stunned at how smooth 
and silky its shaft-skin was, bumpy with ridges and gnarled veins. A 
donkeycock appeared not to be much different from a human cock, only three 
times as big. She squeezed her legs together, her crotch on fire between 
them, and she worked her cunt-slabs together madly as she sucked and 
masturbated the enormous prick. 

The donkey brayed, his piss-hole opening and oozing donkey fuck-lube. 
Roberta swallowed the thick fluid greedily, sucking it out of the animal. 
She jerked her hands rapidly up and down the long cockshaft, caressing the 
silky skin while at the same time working the skin up and down along the 
bone-hard shaft beneath it. She licked the prickhead around and around, 
churning her tongue against its underside, pleasuring it as she would 
pleasure the cock of any boy or man. 

"Suck!" the old man shouted. "Suck, Goddamn you!" 

Roberta relaxed her throat and the donkey's cock slid deeper into her mouth. 
She now had swallowed about an inch of the shaft in addition to the entire 
knob. She tried to swallow more, but it was simply impossible. She'd have to 
be a female donkey to give a male donkey a deep-throated blowjob. 

Spit ran out of her mouth, and she caught some of it and rubbed it on the 
donkey's cockshaft, lubricating the big prick until her hands slid up and 
down it fast and slick. The donkey brayed, shifting on his hooves, his cock 
flexing upward and stretching Roberta's neck. Roberta sucked, flapping her 
wet tongue at the underside of the throbbing cockhead, masturbating the 
vibrating shaft so fast that her palms burned from the friction. 

"He's a-comin!" the old man shouted. "Take his load, bitch, eat it!" 

The donkey's flanks shuddered and his cock flexed, nearly lifting Roberta 
off the ground. She choked as a profuse load of cum gushed against her 
tonsils. The thick fuck-cream burst out so fast and heavy that she couldn't 
swallow it. Hot donkey-cum leaked out of her mouth and down her neck. It was 
thick and creamy and tasted sweeter than she had imagined. She swallowed 
frantically, greedy for as much as she could possibly eat. The donkey 
brayed, grunted, and shot again and again, his powerful flanks shuddering 
and vibrating. 

Roberta shimmied her juice-slick legs together, crazy to come. Her crotch 
sizzled, prickled, and felt like a hot-water bottle about to explode. She 
rubbed her legs together faster and faster. All she cared about now was 
bringing herself off. 

The old man grabbed her feet and unwound her legs, forcing them apart. 
Roberta groaned with frustration and the old man laughed. As a last spurt of 
donkey-cum gushed down Roberta's throat, she squirmed wildly and plunged her 
hands between her legs, clutching at her swollen, dripping cuntslabs. 

The old man grabed her by the hair and dragged her out from under the 
donkey. He slapped her across the face. "Behave, whore! Behave, damn you! 
You don't wanna blow your itch out yet. Old Hobart's just getting warmed 
up." 

The donkey brayed, his enormous cock flexing up and down, whitish-gray 
donkeycum dripping from the end of it. Roberta wiped her mouth. Her cunt 
felt like an enormous throbbing cunthole and it ached. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Lucy felt dizzy from all that was going on. Sitting on the hot, dusty ground 
only a few feet away from Delbert and the blonde girl, she fucked her middle 
finger in and out of her crotch, rubbing her feet in the dust. She felt an 
orgasm coming on and she got her finger out of herself just in time to 
prevent it from taking hold. She loved to come, but she also loved to hold 
off coming until the fuck-tension built up and almost drove her out of her 
mind. 

Delbert, who lay on top of the blonde girl, his cock buried in her cunt from 
behind, finally stopped wiggling his skinny ass and appeared dead except for 
the rising and falling of his rib cage. Then he began to snore. Lucy crawled 
over to him and gently rolled him off the blonde. He growled when he hit the 
ground, his half-hard cock slapping heavily against his belly. Lucy quickly 
grabbed his britches and laid them over his eyes so the sunshine wouldn't 
disturb his sleep. 

The blonde rolled over, squirming at Lucy. Lucy nodded her head, motioning 
for the young woman to follow her. A few seconds later, Lucy had led the 
blonde around to the back of the cabin. 

"You're pretty," Lucy said. 

The blonde seemed to have a permanent frown on her face. "Help me-please?" 

Lucy reached between the young woman's legs and rubbed the hot meat between 
her furry pussylabs. When she pulled it away, her fingers were dripping with 
pussyjuice and Delbert's jizz. She rubbed the fluids on her nipples, then 
between her own legs. 

The blonde grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Will you please help 
me?" 

"Sure," Lucy said. 

She dropped to her knees in front of the blonde and nuzzled the blonde's wet 
crotch. si 

She was so excited she could hardly breathe. She'd never in her life had her 
nose between the legs of another female-there hadn't been any females 
around. 

The blonde pushed her away. "Please don't. Just listen. I have to get away 
from here. Show me the way. Please!" 

"But you just got here," Lucy said. "Let me lick your pussy." She drove her 
nose between the girl's legs again and lapped wildly. Delbert's cum tasted 
even better mixed with cuntcream. 

The blonde groaned. She knocked Lucy away and ran for the woods, tripping 
over the gravestone that lay hidden in the tall weeds. She screeched as she 
went down. 

Lucy ran after her. "Don't make so much noise. You'll wake up Delbert. Where 
ya think you're going anyway?" 

The blonde sat in the tall grass, rubbing her bruised right shin. Her eyes 
watered. "I've gotta get away, gotta get away. Please help me." 

Squatting beside the young woman, Lucy stroked her tits. She wished her own 
tits would get big like these. "Don't go," Lucy said. "You just got here." 

The blonde glared at her. "Don't you understand? Those men are going to kill 
me." 

"Kill you? Don't be silly. Delbert and pa a just like to fuck. Sometimes I 
get so sore I scream. Now you and that other lady can help me out." 

The blonde shook her head. "I'm not staying around here. Can't you 
understand that? I've gotta get away!" 

"But you can't," Lucy said. "The dogs'll get you before you get half a mile. 
And Delbert and pa'll be mad as heck. They'll whup you then, and you won't 
be able to sit or lay down for two weeks. They whup me about twice a year, 
and I'd rather be dead." 

"Oh God!" the blonde cried. "Oh God!" 

Lucy gently pushed the young woman over and spread the woman's legs. She lay 
on her belly in the grass between those beautiful long legs then and pressed 
her lips to the woman's crotch as she held apart the pussylips with her 
thumbs. Steam seemed to billow from the wet cunthole and Lucy inhaled the 
musky aroma. She shoved her tongue inside the woman and licked her out. The 
blonde lay back as if helpless, moaning softly and pressing her crotch hard 
against Lucy's mouth. 

"Oh God!" the blonde muttered. "Oh God, help me!" 

Lucy sucked rhythmically, and the hot pussy meat throbbed in response, just 
as Lucy's own crotch was pulsating. She found the blonde's clit and nibbled 
on it, delighted when the blonde gasped and arched up. She smacked her lips, 
slurping and smooching, sucking her brother's fresh cum out of the sexy 
young woman. As her mouth filled with the fuck-fluids, she detected the 
taste of blood. 

Boy, Delbert had really laid it to this young woman to make her bleed. That 
stud could get as wild as a donkey sometimes. Lucy couldn't help but smile 
at her brother's horniness. 

The young woman squirmed, panting. "Oh God, please, oh, oh!" 

Lucy shoved her tongue in deep, licking out the soft folds of the woman's 
pussy, tasting hot meat and pussy cream, jism and blood. She gnawed on the 
woman's hairy cuntslabs and sucked hard on her clit. The hard little sex-bud 
shivered between her lips and the young woman wrapped her legs around Lucy's 
head, humping at Lucy's face. 

"Oh yes, oh God yes!" the woman panted. "You do it good!" 

Lucy giggled. She pried Michelle's legs from around her head and slithered 
up on top of the woman, writhing against her. Hard nipples rubbed against 
hard nipples. Lucy slid further up until she was sitting on the blonde's 
face. She rubbed her wet pussy against the blonde's mouth. 

"Suck me," Lucy said. "Oooh, suck me! Shove your tongue inside me." As the 
young woman's tongue slipped inside Lucy's pussy-hole, Lucy saw stars. 

"Mmn, mnnn!" The blonde moaned as she sucked, as she licked, her tongue 
slithering in and out of Lucy. 

Lucy's cunt and asshole filled with tingles. "Oh yes!" Lucy said. "Oh yes, 
yes!" 

The woman pushed her away. "Eat me too, oh quick!" 

Lucy swiveled around and flopped down on Michelle, burrowing her face 
between the woman's legs as she wiggled her own cunt against the woman's 
mouth. As she began to suck the delicious pussy she felt the woman's tongue 
re-enter her own cunt. They were eating each other at the same time and Lucy 
thought she was going to faint with excitement. 

They grunted and moaned as they munched, sounding like a couple of dogs 
tearing at succulent raw steaks. With each suck of Lucy's mouth, she felt a 
simultaneous suck of Michelle's mouth at her crotch. It was almost as if 
Lucy were sucking herself. The fuck-tingles saturated her loins and asshole 
and her entire body pulsated with heat and excitement. 

They rocked against each other, loins thrusting, heads bobbing, tongues 
twisting. They moaned in unison, munching hungrily at the swollen, throbbing 
cuntmeat between each other's legs. Lucy marveled at how hot and spongy and 
juicy the blonde's crotch was. She wondered if her own pussy was the same 
way. 

"Oh you're good!" the blonde mumbled. "Juicy, sweet, mmmm!" She bit into 
Lucy's spongy cuntmeat, devouring it. 

Lucy squealed, jerking on top of the woman. Nobody had ever eaten her cunt 
this good-not pa, not Delbert, not even one of the dogs, although they had 
been the best cunt-eaters Lucy had ever encountered. But this blonde young 
woman was more deft with her tongue than the dogs were, and Lucy trusted the 
woman more not fearing that a sharp fang was going to slice into her 
cuntmeat and make her bleed. Lucy could never relax with the dogs. 

"Getting close," the young woman moaned. "Oh honey, close!" 

Excitement surged through Lucy, tingling every cell of her lithe, pubescent 
body. "Me too, me too!" She rubbed her crotch faster against the woman's 
mouth, impaled herself deeper on the woman's tongue. "Mmn, close, close!" 

"I feel so good," the young woman muttered. "So good." 

"Me too," Lucy echoed, "so good, so good, mmnn!" 

The blonde's crotchmeat swelled in Lucy's mouth, inflating like a rubber 
hot-water bottle. "Ohh, let's come, come!" 

"Come!" Lucy moaned, munching the woman's throbbing fuckmeat. "Ohh, come!" 

Lucy felt as if she were floating. She felt giddy and dizzy. Every cell of 
her body had become a bubble of tingling pleasure. A fizzing heat swept 
through her crotch. Her clit felt as if it had grown an inch long, and she 
could feel it wriggling and flexing between the woman's lips. The woman's 
own clit jabbed at Lucy's tongue and Lucy bit into it, grating it up and 
down with her front teeth. 

The woman arched up, grunting, gasping, thrusting her loins. "Ohhhh, 
Goddddddd!" The woman's cuntmeat vibrated, her entire body shivering. 
"Ohhhhh!" 

Lucy clung to the spasming blonde, biting her undulating pussyslabs. She 
wanted to shove her entire head inside the woman. As she ground her face 
against the woman's exploding crotch, Lucy felt fire rush through her own 
pussy. Within a second the orgasmic feeling had spread to her ass and the 
tips of her toes and fingers. Her nipples felt as if they had popped. 

"Come," the blonde moaned. "Yesss, come, oh God yessss!" 

Lucy gibbered, too overcome by her orgasm to be able to form sensible words. 
She grunted and whimpered and giggled. This was a brand new kind of 
excitement for her-eating pussy! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Roberta bent over, squatting slightly and bracing her hands on her knees. 
With her back arched, she turned her ass up high and her crotch with it. Her 
cunt gaped wide open, hungry for the donkey's cock. She pressed her back 
against the furry belly of the donkey, feeling his heaving rib cage against 
her skin. The donkey's dong flexed up, whopping her between the legs. 
Looking down, she saw six inches of the gigantic prick protruding past her 
pussy, giving her the momentary illusion that she owned an enormously thick 
cock of her own. 

The old man had crawled under the donkey with her to assist in getting the 
unwieldy prick up her cunt. "Go forward a little, dummy. You're too far 
back." 

Roberta resented the man's verbal abuse, and felt like kicking him in the 
balls, something she could easily have accomplished. If it hadn't been for 
those two damn hounds, she'd have done it and made her escape-even if it 
meant missing the donkey-fuck. 

She moved forward, keeping her ass turned up. Even though her thighs were 
spread wide, warm juice managed to run down them as it leaked out of her 
pussy. She felt dog-jism dribbling out of her asshole, which still felt 
itchy and tingly from the buggering the yellow mongrel had given it. 

Christ, she'd been buggered by a dog ten minutes ago, had sucked off a 
donkey two minutes ago, and now was about to be fucked by that same donkey! 
She was turning into a regular animal girl, a regular beast. If she didn't 
watch it she might start barking or braying. 

The old man lifted the donkey-prong and rubbed the dripping end of it 
against Roberta's open pussy. Roberta shivered. A flood of tingles whirled 
through her loins. She wiggled her ass, crazy to fuck the donkey cock. 

"Hold still, ya dizzy bitch!" The old man pinched her ass. "Hold-" 

The donkey brayed, thrusting his loins. 

Roberta's mouth gaped in a silent cry of agony for a few seconds before a 
real cry rushed out of her lungs. As the donkey's cock penetrated her pussy, 
she thought her pelvis was going to explode from the pressure. 

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped. "Oh God, stop him!" She tried to squirm off the 
donkey's cock, but the old man dove in front of her. 

"Hold still, ya crazy bitch! Hold it right there, damn it!" He reached up, 
wrenching her tits. 

Roberta screamed, tears of hatred and anger and agony running out of her 
eyes. Her fingernails cut into her knees. She'd never imagined the donkey's 
cock would stretch her cunthole so severely, not that it would enter her 
with a single savage thrust. 

The donkey snorted. His prick slid out of her slightly, then he rammed it in 
again. She thought it was going to come out her mouth. 

"Please," she grunted. "Oh God, please stop him!" 

"Give it to her, Hobart!" the old man yelled, twisting on her nipples as he 
dug into them with his thumbnails. "Fuck the guts outa that bitch." 

The two mangy dogs ran excitedly around the grunting donkey, barking and 
growling and getting the donkey riled up. The donkey danced, his flanks 
shuddering. He pulled his cock out several inches, then thrust it back in. 
Before Roberta could cry out, he was thrusting again, then again. At least a 
foot of his arm-thick cock was sliding in and out of her with each thrust 
and she could feel his hot prick knob throbbing against the inside of her 
navel. The stretch she felt was so incredible that her eyes nearly popped 
out of her skull. 

"Now wiggle that ass," the old man ordered. "Give Hobart a good fuck, 
hoochie-koochie." He wrapped his burning mouth around her left nipple and 
sucked it fiercely. 

Roberta's loins contracted repeatedly. Sex-feelings cork-screwed through her 
cunt, making her writhe. Her ass churned, her juicing cunthole grinding 
around and around the donkey's plunging cock. The donkey hee-hawed, 
thrusting again and again and again. As Roberta's sizzling cunt lubricated 
and contracted, the big prick slid inside her more easily. 

She grunted, her cunt adjusting to the stretch. The enormous cock still made 
her feel as if she had a baseball bat inside her, but the sensation that her 
cuntal tissues were tearing had passed. The incredible stretch now caused a 
super-tight tension to build in her loins and with each thrust of the 
donkey's cock, the tension increased inside her. She moaned from the 
pleasure-pain of it. 

The donkey's cock knifed in and out of her. With each in-and-out motion the 
sensitive tissues of her cunthole burned and prickled. The donkey's prick 
was so thick that it even stimulated her clit, something human cocks 
couldn't do when she was being fucked from behind. The rubbing of the hard 
prick against her clit increased her pleasure and she wiggled her ass madly, 
driving it backward again and again. 

"Ohh, I wanna come!" she moaned. "I wanna come!" 

The old man mauled her tits, squeezing them and biting them. The donkey-cock 
plunged in and out. Roberta thought she would lose her mind. 

"Fuck me, oh fuck meee!" Her lungs ached from her panting. She writhed 
frantically under the humping donkey, her cunthole and asshole pulsing with 
tension and fuck-feeling. "Fuck fuck fuck!" 

The donkey's abdomen heaved against her back like a bellows. He snorted, 
brayed, and humped faster and harder. His prick flexed with each thrust, 
causing Roberta to rise up on her toes. 

"Come on, Hobart, cream the bitch!" the old man growled. "Blow her guts out, 
you big hairy bastard! Shoot, you fucker!" 

"Yesssss!" Roberta hissed. "Ohhhhhhhh yessssssss!" Her vision blurred. She 
was so stoned on pleasure that she hardly knew where she was anymore. 

The donkey brayed loudly, rearing up, his prick flexing so powerfully that 
Roberta's feet left the ground for a moment. His cock ballooned inside her, 
growing as hard as steel. Then it contracted, blasting jets of scalding cum 
up her pussy. 

"Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw!" the animal brayed, his cock plunging, 
contracting, spurting again and again. 

Hot fuck-cream bubbled out of Roberta's cunt, some of it running down her 
legs. She rolled her eyes back and pressed up against the donkey's abdomen, 
twisting her head, daggers of fire jabbing at her fingers and toes and clit. 
She writhed against the hairy beast who was fucking her, filling her with 
his molten fuck-cream. Her ass churned madly and she saw flashes of light. 
As her loins exploded with pleasure, she thought she would die. 

"Eeeeeeeeh!" she squealed. "Ohhhhhhh, eeeeeeeeeeeh!" 

The spasms ripped through her loins, nearly knocking her out with their 
intensity. She shivered all over, grunting, squealing, gasping. The hot 
fuck-cream gushed out of her around the donkey's plunging cock and she 
danced, giddy with pleasure. When the old man nearly bit off her right 
nipple, she screamed, half laughing. 

"Feels so good!" she gibbered. "So good, so good, so good!" 

The donkey grunted, fucking the last of his cum into her. 

"Don't stop," she mumbled. "Don't stop now. Keep shooting that stuff. Ohhh 
yesss!" 

"She-bitch," the old man growled, sucking her tits. "Bitch-woman! Animal!" 

"Yes," Roberta breathed. "Oh, yes!" 

They were all back out in front of the cabin again. The old man's cock 
pointed at the sky, the veins on it nearly purple. His nuts throbbed visibly 
in his tight, bristly haired sac. He kicked the boy, who cursed and rubbed 
his eyes as he sat up. 

"Lazy pup! Take up that rifle and go get us some meat for supper." 

"But Pa-" 

"Don't sass me, ya lazy fucker. And don't come back this time unless you got 
us a rabbit or a squirrel, hear." 

"Yeah, Pa." 

The boy pulled on his pants, stuffing his cock inside and buttoning them up. 
He eyed Michelle and Roberta, licking his lips, then picked up his rifle and 
trudged off toward the woods. 

"Get!" the old man snapped, aiming a kick at the gray hound. "And you, too, 
varmint." He swung at the yellow mongrel, who leapt away, then trotted after 
the other hound and the boy. "Worthless mutts," the old man added, looking 
after them. Then he turned his attention to Michelle. 

Michelle felt her skin crawl. She should have made a run for it when she'd 
had a chance, despite what Lucy had said. 

Roberta, standing nearby, giggled as if she'd been drinking. Her entire body 
was flushed, and she seemed to be shivering. A grayish fluid ran down her 
legs, her tits were bruised and covered with teeth marks and hickies. Her 
nipples looked black-and-blue and raw. When she giggled again, Michelle was 
sure that Roberta had lost her mind. 

Suddenly, the old man grabbed Michelle by the back of the neck and knocked 
her down. "Up on your hands and knees, blondie. I'm gonna have me some hot 
ass." 

As Michelle, trembling and sniveling, got up into the position she was fast 
growing used to, she heard Roberta giggle again. 

The old man dropped down behind Michelle and rubbed his hot cock up and down 
her cuntslit, lubricating it with cunt-juice. He ordered Roberta to step 
closer and to squat slightly over Michelle's head. Michelle knew instantly 
that she would be forced to eat Roberta out. The smell of male fuck-cream 
turned Michelle's stomach, and she knew that all that grayish paste leaking 
down Roberta's legs was jism from some kind of male beast. 

The old man reached over and rubbed his hand up and down Roberta's legs, 
catching some of the fuck-cream. As he brought his hand back, some of the 
sticky fluid dripped on Michelle's back. He slapped some of the slime 
between Michelle's asscheeks. Then, from the rhythmic squishing she heard, 
Michelle could tell that he was rubbing the rest of the cum on his cock, 
lubricating it. 

"Donkey-jizz," the old man said. "Works just as fine as lard." He laughed. 

Michelle felt like vomiting. The pungent aroma of the cum became even more 
putrid now that she knew it had come from a donkey. 

The animal couldn't have fucked Roberta, could it? It might have fucked her 
between the legs, but certainly not up the cunt. 

"Yes sir, fine grease," the old man said, reaching for some more and 
slapping it on his cock. 

Michelle winced at the thought of the donkey's fuck-slime on her back and 
between I her asscheeks. She'd never felt the greater need for a bath than 
she did at that moment. "Hey, bitch." The man slapped Michelle's I ass. 
"What you waiting for? Get eating. Clean that baby up." 

Roberta giggled. "Yeah, clean me up bitch." 

Michelle ground her teeth. She wanted to murder Roberta. She didn't care 
what the old bastard did, she was not going to get any closer to Roberta's 
stinking, jizz-dripping pussy. 

"Bitch ain't got no sense, it looks like." The old man reached down 
underneath Michelle with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other. Then 
he simultaneously ripped at her hair and clawed her left tit, nearly tearing 
off her nipple. 

Michelle screamed, snot leaking out of her nose, tears out of her eyes. She 
opened her mouth, but was unable to get at Roberta's cunt due to the man's 
strong grip on her hair. 

"OK," Michelle gasped. "OK, OK!" 

"OK what?" The man jerked on her hair. 

"I'll eat it." 

"That ain't good enough. You have to wanna eat it." 

"I wanna eat it," Michelle whimpered, her scalp on fire, her nipple 
throbbing with pain. 

"Beg," the old man said. . 

"Oh god, please let me eat it! Please!" 

Roberta shrieked, lowering her crotch to Michelle's mouth. "Let's let her 
eat it. She wants it so bad." 

"Shut up, bitch," the man growled at Roberta. "Unless you want me to shit in 
your mouth. Don't think I got any more favorable feelings about you than 
about her just 'cause let ya fuck the donkey." He guffawed, driving 
Michelle's face against Roberta's crotch. "Get eating, blondie." 

Michelle gagged as the donkey-cum seeped into her mouth. The foul fluid 
leaked out of Roberta's cunt like pus out of a festering wound. And 
Roberta's cunt resembled a festering wound, red and inflamed between her 
black cuntfur. 

Roberta sighed as Michelle started to eat her. She wiggled her ass, rubbing 
her crotch in Michelle's face as she held apart her pussy-slabs. 
"Tongue-fuck," Roberta whispered. "Get the clit, too." 

"I'll get the clit, Michelle thought. I'll bite the dirty little bud right 
off! 

"You heard her," the old man said, rubbing his jizz-greased cock up and down 
Michelle's asscrack. "Use the tongue. Lick her out." 

Michelle rammed her tongue up Roberta's cunt, twisting it viciously. Roberta 
squealed. 

"Eat the sow!" the old man said. "Suck the bitch out." He twisted his huge 
cockhead against Michelle's asspucker and suddenly Michelle realized what he 
intended to do. 

Michelle tensed up, turning her asshole to steel. There was no way he was 
going to do that to her. She'd rather die than endure that monster of his up 
her ass. A skinny dogcock was one thing but that man's tusk-sized prick was 
another thing altogether. She couldn't take it, not without her asshole 
splitting with a thousand fissures. 

"Open up," the man said. "Come on, girly. I'm gonna pleasure that ass of 
yours. Let that hot asshole go loose." 

Michelle gnawed Roberta's cunt and clenched her asshole tight, trying to 
forget what was happening. 

The old man dug his claws into her hips as he ground his fist-like cockhead 
into her softening asspucker. As much as she tried to fight him, her asshole 
was weakening. His cock was too strong, as hard as steel and slippery 
besides. 

"Openin' up, blondie." 

Michelle moaned, her face full of hairy pussy, her asshole impaled on a 
cock-knob as big as a medium-sized apple. No turd she'd ever shit had 
stretched her asshole this wide, but before she could resist the entry of 
the big cock, the rest of it slipped into her asshole. 

Although she thought that at any moment her asshole was going to explode 
with a thousand fissures, she couldn't help but be surprised at her lack of 
pain. In fact, the big hard prick up her ass actually felt good-in a strange 
sort of way. She wiggled her ass and felt his wiry hair against her assskin. 
It excited her. 

"Now that's what I call a sexy bitch ass," the old man said, easing his cock 
six inches out, then sliding it back in. "Yes sir, it's downright pretty." 
He slipped his cock almost all the way out, then screwed it back in. 

Michelle's asshole felt like hot melting rubber inside. She sighed with each 
movement of the big cock inside her, stunned at how marvelous it felt. 
Roberta's accusation was coming true-Michelle actually found ass-fucking to 
be more exciting and pleasurable than cunt-fucking. 

As the man's cock continued fucking her asshole, his belly smacking her 
naked ass and jolting her, Michelle couldn't get over how good it felt. No 
real pain, just a tight, stuffed feeling-and those wonderful, tingly, sexy 
sensations swarming through her loins like a zillion ants. 

Roberta grabbed Michelle by the ears, rubbing Michelle's face viciously 
against her kinky-haired cunt. Pussyjuice and donkey-cum ran down Michelle's 
neck. The smell nearly asphyxiated Michelle, but she kept sucking, knowing 
that the faster she ate, the faster Roberta would climax and fall away. 
Actually, she was getting used to the smell and taste, and she found the 
heat and throbbing of Roberta's cunt against her lips stimulating. As she 
sucked Roberta's horny crotch, the pleasure she felt in her asshole 
increased. Michelle began to grunt and moan, tearing at Roberta's crotch 
with her lips and teeth while simultaneously churning her sizzling asshole 
around the grizzled hillbilly's sliding cock. 

"Fuck that thing," the old man moaned. "Oh Jesus, fuck that thing! Ahhh!" 

Michelle felt a fart coming on and she let it go. 

"Hot damn bitch!" the old man growled, slapping her ass repeatedly as he 
fucked her. "Do that again, blondie. Do that again. Hot bitch ass!" 

If she'd been able to fart again, she would have, but since she couldn't, 
Michelle hoped to please the man by contracting the muscles of her asshole 
repeatedly and massaging his cock as he plunged it between the hot walls of 
her asshole. Her deft manipulations had an effect. 

"Oooh, now that's right nice," the old man said. "Damned if you ain't got 
the fuckingest ass I ever fucked. Keep it up, hot stuff." He pinched 
Michelle's ass, but this time the pinch thrilled her more than angered her. 

Roberta hugged Michelle's head, grinding her sizzling crotch against 
Michelle's face. It was as if the black-haired bitch wanted to fuck 
Michelle's head into her pussy. 

"Eat it!" Roberta moaned. "Oh, eat it!" 

Michelle grunted, smothering in the hairy, slimy mess between Roberta's 
legs. She rammed her tongue so deep inside Roberta that the roots of it 
ached. While twisting her tongue viciously, Michelle sucked and chewed the 
pulsating meat of Roberta's inflamed cunt-slabs. Her teeth grated Roberta's 
clit as she bit and stretched it. 

Roberta shrieked, her cunt exploding in Michelle's face. Donkeyjism and 
cunt-juice sprayed out of her, flooding Michelle's mouth. Fuck-slime leaking 
down her throat, Michelle gnawed savagely, growling like a bitch dog. 
Roberta whined as if in agony, and Michelle growled with satisfaction. 
Michelle nearly bit Roberta's clit off and Roberta jumped away, grunting and 
moaning. 

As Roberta fell on the ground, clutching at her cunt and rubbing her legs 
together, Michelle tossed her head like a spirited filly, half-laughing as 
the old man smacked her ass with his hairy belly, buggering her faster and 
faster. Michelle felt like a filly, or like a bitch dog. She was in the 
doggie position, like a common animal, and she was being used and fucked 
like any animal. 

I'm a ewe, she told herself, a ewe being fucked by a dirty, sex-starved 
shepherd. I'm no better than a dog, than a donkey-or a goat. I'm no better 
than a goat. As these thoughts coursed through her mind, Michelle felt an 
incredible fuck-tension mounting in her loins. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned, churning her ass, grinding the man's enormous cock with 
her tight, greasy asshole. "Ohhh, yeahhh, fuck me, oh goddd!" She gyrated 
her ass so hard against the man's bristly belly that the skin on her ass 
burned. 

"Oh, baby!" the old man grunted. "Fucking shit!" He clawed at her ass, got 
up on his feet and half-lay on her as he fucked her harder and quicker and 
deeper. 

Michelle's arms and legs trembled under the weight of the man. She strained 
up against him, ramming her ass up as high as she could, wiggling her ass. 
The man's cock felt as hard and thick as a billy club inside her. Her 
asshole was insatiable! 

"Fuck meee!" she moaned. "Fuck meeee!" 

"Fuck the shit outa ya, bugger the guts outa ya!" The old man humped at her 
as fast as those two hounds had humped her. His cock turned to steel, 
shivering as if electric shocks were shooting through its core. 

Michelle contracted her asshole as fast as she could. "Cream me, oh cream 
me!" 

The hillbilly bellowed and fell on her, pouring his seething fuck-load up 
her asshole. "Ahhhhhhhh!" 

Michelle's arms and legs gave out. As she crashed onto the hard, dusty 
ground, her asshole exploded with spasms. Sparks of fuck-sensation showered 
through her loins. Juice ran out of her pussy-hole as her asshole contracted 
frantically around the man's spurting, spasming cock. She squealed like a 
stuck sow, whined like a fucked bitch. 

"Take it!" the old man gasped, shooting his cum up her ass. 

He gnawed through her hair into the back of her neck, bucking and writhing 
on top of her, rubbing her face and body in the dirt. His exploding cock 
fucked to the pit of her guts. 

Michelle tasted dust. She flung her legs up backwards, kicking at the man's 
ass, spurring him to fuck her, to pump his load into her. She couldn't get 
enough of this fucking, couldn't get enough of this feeling. No orgasm had 
ever pleased her, had ever satisfied her, like this orgasm. It was as if 
she'd discovered what she'd been seeking all her life-the ultimate pleasure. 

"Ass-fucked!" she whispered, her mouth mashed to the earth. "Ass-fucked, oh 
yesss!" Another spasm ripped through her loins and she moaned her pleasure 
into the ground. 

I'm no better than an animal, she thought. Maybe worse. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The three girls sat around a wooden table in the cabin, cutting up 
vegetables and meat for the stew that would be their supper. The old man's 
jism leaked out of Michelle's asshole, getting her chair seat slippery and 
slimy, but she didn't bother to look for a rag to wipe up the mess. Instead, 
she rubbed her ass in the greasy, sticky jizz. She didn't understand why, 
but she felt damn horny, and sitting in a puddle of the old man's fuck-slime 
pleased her. log 

"They never fucked me till ma died," Lucy was saying as she sliced onions 
into the bowl in the middle of the table. "But as soon as they got the dirt 
throwed on her grave, they both came after me. I'll never forget that day. 
Pa busted my cherry and I bled like hell, and then Delbert rammed his cock 
in and fucked me while I was still bleeding, and then pa did it again. And 
later on I had to blow both of 'em, and lick their asses too. And when the 
dogs started coming at me, they didn't give a fuck, they just laughed. And 
it's been like that everyday since. I have to cook and clean up after 'em 
and lick the shit off their asses when they don't wipe. Sometimes it's 
hell." 

"But you get all that cock," Roberta said, slicing a large potato. "It's 
worth it, if you ask me. And they're both so big." 

"Big and mean," said Lucy, sniveling and wiping her nose with the back of 
her wrist as the onion fumes got to her. "Sometimes they get me so damn sore 
I can hardly walk. And don't forget-I have to take care of them mutts, too. 
And the donkey." 

Roberta shivered. "Ooooh, the donkey! What a prick! I'll never forget that 
fuck." 

Michelle tossed a handful of chopped carrots into the bowl, wrinkling her 
nose at the skinned carcass of the rabbit that lay on the table next to it. 
She was dying to ask Roberta the details of her fuck with the donkey. Every 
time Michelle thought of Roberta fucking the creature, her pussy contracted 
and she had to squeeze her legs together. She held her tongue, though, 
because she was still ticked off at Roberta. She didn't think she'd ever 
speak to the bitch again, even if they were to remain here together for the 
rest of their lives-which was entirely possible it seemed. She pulled the 
carrot she'd been warming up out of her cunt and began slicing it, even 
though it was so slippery with her juices that she could hardly hold onto 
it. 

"The men are gonna really appreciate that carrot," Roberta said, smiling at 
Michelle. "It'll give the added touch to the stew that will drive the men 
wild-that subtle extra flavor of pussycream." 

Lucy giggled. "You talk so fine, Roberta. Wish I could talk like that, use 
them imagine words and all." 

Michelle dropped the carrot on the table and chopped at it. Roberta could 
shove her smile and her imagine talk up her ass, for all Michelle cared. 

"I s'pose you even went to high school," Lucy said. 

"Of course," Roberta said. "College too. Michelle and I are both in 
college." 

"Well hush my mouth! I feel so stupid, no being with a coupla college 
ladies. Then, you ain't hoochie-koochie gals?" 

Roberta shrieked. "Hell no! Although I might try it some day." 

Michelle couldn't hold her tongue. "What in God's name are hoochie-koochie 
girls?" She directed the question at Lucy, but Roberta's big mouth began 
flapping before Lucy's could even open. 

"Oh honey, you mean you don't even know? After all you've done today? I 
don't think a hell of a lot of kooch-show girls have ever fucked dogs." 

Michelle glared at Roberta, but Roberta gabbed on. 

"Hoochie-koochie girls, my darling, are strippers at traveling carnival 
shows-kooch shows. Depending on the carnival, some of them dance in bikinis, 
while others strip down totally. For an added fee, they might let members of 
the audience finger their pussies, or even taste them." Roberta winked. 
"Sometimes they'll even perform with each other, or with a lucky member of 
the crowd. Clandestine meetings with the wealthier members of the audience 
are often arranged for the wee hours of the night. Get the idea, doll?" 

Michelle scowled, although she was secretly thrilled by Roberta's answer. 
What motivated women to do things like that? Michelle wondered. But the 
throbbing of her own pussy gave her the answer. She'd seen the girls in 
Playboy, she'd seen the girls in the dirty movies Rick had taken her to, and 
she'd heard all sorts of stories about whores and models and women who did 
the most disgusting, perverted things. She'd always been sickened by these 
things-or had told herself she was sickened. The truth was, knowing about 
what other woman did always got her wet between the legs. She realized now 
that deep down she'd always envied those women, despite her surface disgust. 
Hoochie-koochie gal, she thought, remembering the old man calling her that 
while he'd fucked her ass, and she squeezed her legs together, almost 
wishing either the old man or the boy would barge into the cabin, knock her 
down, and pounce on her. Up the ass, she thought. That's where she'd like it 
best. 

About two hours later, the men did come in, but they weren't interested in 
fucking, just in filling their bellies with the thick rabbit stew the women 
had prepared. The women watched while the men ate, sitting on the floor at 
their feet. Michelle eyed the pricks of the two males, trying to ignore 
Roberta and Lucy, who kept smirking at each other as if they shared a 
private joke. 

It was the first time Michelle had ever seen two males sitting naked at a 
table. And never had she ever seen such gross table manners. The men slurped 
and munched their food, gravy dripping off their chins and fingers. They 
used their bare hands to dip into their bowls as much as they used their 
forks, and they belched repeatedly. The man's cock hung off the edge of his 
chair, but the boy's was sticking straight out away from his groin. 

Michelle's mouth watered as much for a taste of the boy's prick as for a 
taste of the stew. Luckily she'd munched on some carrots while she'd sliced 
them, because it appeared that the two male pigs were going to devour all 
but a few scraps of the stew. 

After supper the men belched some more and then relaxed in chairs out in 
front of the cabin. The women divided up the dregs of the stew and devoured 
it hungrily. Lucy licked out the stew bowls. They were beginning to clean up 
the supper mess when the boy stuck his head in the front door and called for 
Roberta. Michelle helped Lucy with the dishes, watching with anger and envy 
as Roberta got down on all fours outside and allowed the boy to mount her. 
Michelle turned away in disgust. 

Roberta could hardly wait for the boy to shove his cock up her asshole. 
She'd been waiting all day to feel his big prick inside her again. She 
wished he'd made her blow him first, though. She still hadn't managed to get 
a taste of his cockmeat. That lucky bitch Michelle had gotten a taste, 
though. Some broads had all the luck. 

Roberta gasped as the boy sank his spit-greased cock up her ass. Goose-bumps 
covered her skin. Over above the trees the sun was sinking fast. Sunset 
would probably be upon them before the boy blew his load in her asshole. It 
was almost romantic. 

The kid fucked her fast, humping like a dog. Roberta squealed from the 
sensation. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to take on a 
high-school-aged boy. When she got back to Oak Hills she was definitely 
going to make regular trips to the local high school for teenaged cock. 

"Ohhhh, stud!" Roberta moaned, churning her ass around the youth's pistoning 
fucker. "Ohhhh, you're so good, stud!" 

"Yeah, I'm good all right." The boy gripped her ass and plowed her with 
renewed fury. 

Roberta felt fuck-sensations all the way down to her toes and she grunted 
with each of his thrusts. He was good, there was no denying that. Rearing 
up, she reached back with one hand and laid it on his bouncing ass. As he 
fucked her, reaching around to pinch her nipples, she caressed his ass and 
lower back. She knew that always got guys good and riled up. She was right. 
Grunting, thrusting, his hands roving all over her tits and belly, the boy 
started to chew on the back of her neck. It drove her crazy. 

Roberta moaned loudly, as much for the benefit of the boy and their audience 
as from the tortured pleasure she felt. She glanced seductively at the old 
man, only to find him asleep in his chair, his head drooping to one side, 
his mouth slack. How disappointing! She quickly glanced through the open 
door of the cabin to see Michelle's reaction, but she immediately wished she 
hadn't done so. The dumb blonde wasn't even watching. 

Michelle stood at the table, her back to the door, her arms working as she 
vigorously scrubbed the dinner dishes in a bucket of water. What really got 
Roberta's goat, though, was not so much Michelle's disinterest in watching 
Roberta and the boy perform, as it was Lucy's interest in Michelle. The 
little bitch kneeled on the floor behind Michelle, spreading Michelle's 
pussy and ass with her thumbs as she lapped up and down Michelle's open 
fuckholes. By the way Michelle's legs trembled, and by the way Lucy was 
squirming and shimmying, Roberta could tell that both girls were thoroughly 
enjoying themselves. 

Ungrateful little wretch! Roberta thought. I ns thought you and I had 
something going. Turn my back for a minute, and you're eating out Michelle 
as if she had honey leaking out of her ass. Well, fuck you! 

"Fuck meee!" Roberta growled, writhing in the boy's arms. "Grind out my ass, 
stud, grind! Ohhhh, do it!" 

The boy nearly clawed off her tits and he bit her neck so hard she almost 
bled. His belly smacked her ass, his huge cock reaming her ass as it hadn't 
been reamed since that night she'd taken on the entire wrestling team at Oak 
Hills College. She writhed madly, grinding her naked ass against the boy's 
naked front. 

"Damn you, fuck me!" she snapped, grinding her teeth. "Fuck me, you 
sonofabitch, fuck me!" 

The boy shivered and just about broke her ribs as he bear-hugged her. His 
cock flexed inside her, hard as marble, hot as a steak on the grill. He 
growled like a bear, shooting an explosive stream of cum into her. 

"Ahhhhhh!" he bellowed. "Ohhhhh, Jesus Christ!" 

They toppled over, the boy clutching her in his arms and legs as he pumped 
his juicy fuck-load up her ass. 

"Fuck you!" he moaned. "Fuck youuuuu!" 

"Yes!" Roberta sighed. "Oh God, yes!" 

As the boy hammered his loins against her ass as they writhed on their sides 
in the dirt, Roberta let herself go and spasmed. The fuck-sensations jolted 
her ass, winding through her legs and up her spine. Explosions like 
firecrackers went off in her asshole and her clutching ass milked every last 
drop of cum out of the grunting youth. When it was over, the boy fell asleep 
instantly. 

Disengaging her asshole from the boy's cock, Roberta carefully rolled him 
onto his back and picked up his floppy, jizz-dripping prick. She licked the 
big cock clean, then sucked on it for as long as she desired, masturbating 
her pussy while she blew him. After spasming twice, she crawled back into 
the cabin where Michelle and Lucy were whispering to each other and giggling 
on a bear-skin rug next to the fireplace. 

Lucy looked up. "I'm going back with you, Roberta. Michelle says I can. 
Right, Michelle?" 

Michelle nodded. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

It was midnight when the three girls crept out of the cabin. The moon, full 
and centered in the sky, drenched the pasture like fluorescent light. The 
black figures of the donkey and the cow were perfectly visible a few hundred 
yards away. The trees resembled ominous stone walls on all sides of the 
clearing. It was so still and silent that Michelle's ears almost hurt for 
lack of any sound. 

The old man started hacking and wheezing, and the three girls froze where 
they stood, Michelle with her hand on the doorknob, Lucy outside, clutching 
the pillowcase stuffed with all her belongings, Roberta next to Lucy. The 
old man had no sooner stopped his wheezing then the boy mumbled something, 
only one word of which Michelle could make out pussy. 

Lucy tugged at Michelle's arm. "Come on," she whispered. "They do that all 
night long. They ain't gonna wake till dawn." 

I hope so, Michelle thought, carefully sealing the door behind her. Lucy was 
probably right, though. Both males apparently slept like the dead, even 
though they hacked and muttered every few minutes. When Lucy had brought her 
father and brother in to bed, they'd followed her like zombies, apparently 
sleep walking. Michelle prayed that the two men slept like hibernating 
bears, as Lucy claimed they did, and not like alligators, with one eye open. 
Now that she had gotten used to the men, Michelle found them less 
intimidating, more bark than bite. Still, if the men were to discover 
herself and Roberta running away-and taking Lucy with them-there was no 
telling what they would do. 

The girls were halfway across the field, nearing the cow and the donkey, 
when the two hounds came bounding out of the woods like silent sentinels. A 
shiver went down Michelle's spine like a bolt of cold lightning. 

"Jesus Christ!" whispered Roberta. 

"Don't move," Lucy cautioned. "Whatever you do, don't run." 

The growling dogs had surrounded them in seconds. In the moonlight they 
looked enormous, more like tigers than dogs, and their eyes and fangs 
glowed. The two hounds circled them, sniffing their naked asses, continuing 
to growl. The gray hound snapped at Michelle's tit, and she caught her 
breath, fighting to keep her trembling legs from collapsing under her. His 
fetid breath lingered in the air like the stench from a rotting corpse. 

"Behave, Grover," Lucy said in a tone half-commanding, half-terrified. She 
reached out to pat the hound's head. 

He growled as she petted him. 

"Nice dogs," Roberta muttered sarcastically, and both dogs growled louder. 

"Shut up," Lucy said, her voice even. She reached between her legs, then 
brought her moist hand up to the hound's mouth. 

The big dog sniffed her hand, still growling, then began to lick it. 

"Do the same," Lucy said. "Move slow." 

Michelle and Roberta followed Lucy's example, wetting their hands by rubbing 
them between their legs, then offering their hands to the dogs. The dogs 
quieted down, lapping the cunt-juice from the fingers of the girls. 

"Good," Lucy said. "Now let's spread our legs and let them lick pussy all 
they want. We have to make friends with them." 

"They'll let us go then?" Michelle asked as she widened her legs and 
partially squatted to make herself more stable. 

"Maybe," Lucy said. 

"Maybe?" Roberta sounded disbelieving. 

"I've never been out at night before," the young girl said. "Pa warned me to 
never go out at night or the dogs would tear me apart. And I've never tried 
to run away before either. Pa might have 'em trained." 

"Now she tells us," Roberta said, disgusted. 

"Shut up," Michelle said. "Spread your legs, you stupid bitch!" 

Roberta glared at Michelle for a moment, as if she was going spring at her 
and wring her neck. But her face suddenly broke into a grin. "Sure doll, 
anything you say. Wish you were down here eating me though instead of these 
smelly mutts." 

Michelle ignored the comment, tensing up as the yellow mongrel drove his 
snout between her legs and started lapping. The dog growled, nipping at her 
cuntfur, and Michelle held her breath, expecting one of the dog's 
razor-sharp fangs to slice into her pussyflesh. 

Ml 

"Oh my!" Roberta said as the gray hound licked her crotch. "Ooooh, now 
that's what I call a tongue!" 

Will you shut up! Michelle thought. The stupid bitch was going to get them 
all killed. Roberta couldn't keep her mouth shut if her life depended on it. 

The two dogs ate out Roberta and Michelle, alternately taking turns 
switching to Lucy as the flow of cunt-juice flowed from the crotches of the 
two older girls. Within minutes, all three girls were moaning and squirming, 
and Roberta suddenly threw herself on the ground, her legs spread and up in 
the air. The gray hound pounced on her immediately, his slippery prick 
knifing between her cuntslabs. Roberta squealed with giddiness and pleasure. 

"Oh fuck me, you big beautiful stud! Oh yes!" Roberta wrapped her legs 
around the hound's back, stroking his fur with her naked feet. As the dog 
fucked her, she arched up, thrusting her loins at him. "Eeeee, this is 
wild!" 

Michelle couldn't believe this was happening. She was jolted to the reality 
of the situation though when the other big mongrel knocked her over. As she 
hit the dew-drenched grass, her legs went up in the air and the mongrel 
jumped between them. He settled down on her, plunging his prick up her cunt, 
rubbing his mangy-furred belly against her and drooling all over her face. 
As she gasped with shock, the dog's tongue slid into her mouth and tickled 
her tonsils. 

Michelle almost vomited. At the same time, though, she threw her arms and 
legs around the big dog as if by reflex, and suddenly she was writhing up 
against him, grinding her burning cunt around and around his prick as he 
pistoned it inside her. She couldn't help herself. As revolted as she was, 
she was too excited to resist the stud. She hated the dog, and yet she 
wanted him to fuck her all night. Choking on his stinking drool she 
nevertheless sucked on his tongue, letting it slide down her throat like a 
slimy snake. 

"Ohhhhh, baaaby!" Roberta shrieked. "Fuck meeee!" 

The gray hound grunted, fucking faster, mauling the black-haired slut. 

"Come, darling," Roberta cooed, stroking the dog's back with her excitedly 
clutching toes. "Come on, brute, come on!" Then she squealed as the hound 
exploded his jism up her cunt. 

Michelle didn't have time to watch the hound pump his load into Roberta. She 
was too occupied with her own grunting stud She stroked his back, caressed 
his enormous bony head, and got her toes under his tail and tickled his 
balls and asshole. 

"Come on, big boy," she whispered. "Come on, you can do it. Cream me, angel, 
oh cream me!" 

The dog's fucker felt like a cork-screw inside her. It flexed and vibrated 
as it pistoned. Michelle's eyes rolled back from the sensations the hot 
prick fucked through her crotch. She thrust her swollen tits against the 
dog's chest and rubbed her nipples in the hound's electric fur. 

"Ohhhhh, goddd!" Michelle moaned, an orgasm welling up in her cuntmeat. 
"Ohhhh, fuck!" 

As Michelle's cunt spasmed, clutching and milking the dog's prick, the hound 
suddenly let out a yelp and poured his fuck-load into her. She felt the 
squirts of doggjizz in the pit of her belly. She relaxed, letting her arms 
and legs unwind from around the dog and flop flat out on the grass. Her cunt 
contracting, the hot thrills exploding in her crotch, she lay before the big 
hound, letting him rut at her until he'd fucked every drop of his fuck-slime 
into her. When he dismounted, she sighed, melting into the ground. 

Lucy fell between Michelle's legs, hauling apart Michelle's cuntslabs and 
sucking the dog-jizz out of her. Michelle giggled, aware of how insane all 
this was. She felt bubbly inside, as if she'd drunk too much champagne. Lucy 
squealed and Michelle looked up to see Roberta eating the young girl out. 

After a few seconds Roberta pulled her face away from Lucy's crotch. "Let's 
make a daisy chain," Roberta said. "I haven't been part of an all-girl daisy 
chain in ages." 

"What's a daisy chain?" Lucy asked, pulling her mouth away from Michelle's 
pussy. Dogjizz dripped off her chin. 

"I'll show you," Roberta said, taking hold of the younger girl to position 
her. 

Michelle let Roberta take charge. She was too fucked out to resist, too 
weak, and besides, she really didn't care anymore how perverted things got. 
What more perverted act could she perform than she'd already performed? 
Roberta showed her. 

All three girls lay on their sides, their bodies forming a circle, their 
heads twisting between each other's legs as they sucked pussy. Lucy 
continued to eat out Michelle while Roberta ate out Lucy. And Michelle, her 
head gripped between the thighs of the black-haired slut, munched on 
Roberta's pussy as if she couldn't get enough of it. Dogjism leaked out of 
Roberta's cunthole and filled Michelle's mouth. Michelle swallowed the slimy 
fluid, sure she was going to throw up. As the warm dogjizz settled in her 
stomach, however, she found herself hungry for more of the stuff, and she 
sucked Roberta's crotch while moaning and mumbling, munching and slurping. 

The sounds of cunt-eating rose in the still night. The three girls began to 
squirm and hump. Soon all three of them were working toward orgasm, trying 
to rub themselves off against each other's mouths. 

"Oh, this is so fucking hot!" Roberta moaned. "Mmmmmm!" She ground her 
crotch in Michelle's face and tore at Lucy's pussy with her lips and teeth. 

Lucy went into spasms, her teenage body shivering all over. Her little 
tongue fluttered inside Michelle. 

"Mmmmmm, your cunt's so sweet!" Roberta cooed, smacking her lips. 

Michelle felt a sudden flood of envy. She realized that she'd grown attached 
to the little hillbilly. She was beginning to consider that red-furred young 
pussy her own property. Roberta had no rights to the young girl. 

You've completely flipped out, Michelle told herself. All this sex is 
rotting your brain! 

Suddenly the two dogs were growling again. The girls uncoupled, neither 
Michelle nor Roberta having achieved their orgasms. They sat up. 

"Now what's wrong?" Roberta moaned. The yellow mongrel rose up, planting his 
paws on Roberta's shoulders and digging in his claws. He rammed his gleaming 
prick at her mouth. Roberta's protest was stuffed back down her throat as 
the dog pistoned his prick between her lips. 

Lucy giggled. "He just wants a blow-job. These dogs are always wanting 
blow-jobs." 

Michelle braced herself as the gray hound loomed up in front of her, wincing 
as he dug his claws into her neck and embraced her head. His hot prick 
rubbed slime on her cheeks as he thrust blindly at her face, then slid 
between her lips like a greasy snake, the arrow-shaped head of it jabbing 
her tonsils. The dog-fucker tasted musky and salty. Her lips and mouth 
tingled. 

Michelle licked at the dog's prick as it slid in and out. She rubbed her 
nose in his fur, both nauseated and thrilled by the pungent canine aroma. 
She tried to visualize herself sucking the dog's cock, wondering if she 
looked as crazy as Roberta did, her face buried against the furry loins of 
the humping beast, her cheeks working as she sucked the slimy animal cock. 

It was crazy, she knew, absolutely nuts, but she didn't feel particularly 
flipped out. Instead, she felt strangely calm and content. She sucked on the 
dog's cock as if she were satisfying a hunger she'd long denied even 
existed. Sucking cock, even dog-cock, sent wonderful warm tingles down her 
throat and into her pussy. She played with the hard prick in her mouth, 
feeling its heat and slipperiness, tasting it, sucking the fuck-lube out of 
it. 

"I'll eat out their asses so they come faster," Lucy said. "They go wild 
with a tongue up their ass." 

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, Michelle never would have believed 
it. In fact, even though she'd heard Lucy speak those words, Michelle wasn't 
positive she'd heard them right. Freely, without being forced in any way, 
the young girl was going to shove her tongue up the assholes of these smelly 
hounds. Incredible! 

Munching on the cock of the thrusting gray hound, Michelle watched with 
shock and fascination and nausea as the naked young red-head scampered on 
all fours up behind the mongrel Roberta was blowing and shoved her upturned 
nose under the dog's erect tail. The young girl kissed the mongrel's 
asshole, started to suck on it and lick it. The big dog danced on his hind 
legs, pistoning his prick so fast in Roberta's mouth that Roberta shook like 
a human vibrator. Lucy probed the animal's asshole with her tongue, twisting 
it and wiggling it. The big mongrel whimpered, then put his nose in the air 
and whined. 

The huge dog humped away, ejecting his cum down Roberta's throat. Lucy 
sucked and tongue-fucked his ass until his orgasm had subsided. She pulled 
her tongue out of him, giggling as the big hound dismounted. 

"What did I tell ya?" Lucy said proudly. "I can make 'em come in two seconds 
if I can get my tongue up their ass." She scampered over behind the gray 
hound, resembling a creamy-skinned little bitch in the moonlight. 

The hound's prick sizzled in Michelle's mouth. Her lips were sore and raw 
from the high-speed fucking but she sucked hard anyway. She wanted to taste 
this stud's fuck-cream fresh from the prick. Her cunt was on fire and her 
asshole throbbed. She reached under her ass and shoved two fingers up it, 
finger-buggering herself while she tried to tease the hot cum out of the 
hound. 

Lucy smooched the hound's ass. He growled. "Hush now, Grover, I'm just gonna 
give ya what ya want. Here goes." She slipped her tongue inside the hound's 
ass. 

He yelped, his cock flexing in Michelle's throat. His flanks shivered. As he 
let out a moaning whine, his cum squirted out of his cock and splashed 
against Michelle's tonsils. Michelle choked momentarily, her head suddenly 
filled with the scent and flavor of dog-cum. The stuff was so strongly 
flavored that she gagged on it a few more times before the hound had 
finished feeding it to her. It was bitter, peppery, and foul-tasting stuff, 
but her excitement forced her to swallow it. She felt dirty, shameless. She 
twisted her fingers in her asshole, wishing one of those dirty hillbilly 
pricks was up her ass right now. 

The hound dismounted. 

"Hey girls, will you look at this?" 

Michelle spotted Roberta under the donkey and she felt a blood vessel throb 
in her temple. The dirty bitch had her arms wrapped around the biggest cock 
Michelle could imagine, and she was licking it, kissing it-hogging it for 
herself! 

Michelle scrambled across the wet grass on her hands and knees. "Get away!" 
she snapped. "Get away! That thing's mine." Her asshole dilated, the night 
air licking it like a cool tongue. She was going to fuck that donkey-cock 
with her ass-even if it killed her. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

"Don't get so uppity," Roberta said, smirking at Michelle as she slid her 
cheek up and down the donkey-cock. "There's plenty of cock here for ten 
women." 

"Just get away," Michelle said. "You're such a hog! You spent half the 
afternoon fucking him. Now it's my turn." 

"Boy, you've sure changed your tune, Miss Virgin." 

"Well, I was," Michelle insisted. "Until today." 

"And I'm the queen of Egypt, doll." 

Michelle scowled at the bitch. It was hopeless-she'd never convince Roberta 
that she'd been a virgin until that bestial boy had shattered her cherry. 
But who cared anymore, anyway? 

"Will you please move aside?" 

"Well, of course, now that you say please. Anything to accommodate a pretty 
little slut like you. Be my guest, doll. Take it. Hope you can handle it." 
Tittering, Roberta rolled out from under the donkey. 

Michelle found the size of the donkey's cock even more mind-boggling up 
close. It resembled a club, a baseball bat, stiff and gleaming, throbbing as 
if alive. She was almost afraid to touch it. 

"It doesn't bite, for christsake," Roberta taunted. "If you're not gonna use 
it, let me back at it." 

"Shut up, bitch!" Michelle snapped, and Roberta shrieked. 

"Come on, donkey-girl, do your stuff." 

"If you don't shut up, I'm gonna rip every hair out of your brainless 
skull." 

"Well, hush my mouth," Roberta said, covering her mouth and glancing at 
Lucy. "Ain't that right, Lucy-belle?" 

Lucy said nothing. Instead, she sidled up beside Michelle. "Want me to help 
get it in you, Michelle?" 

Michelle smiled. "What's the best way to do it?" 

"Stand up and bend over," Lucy said. She stroked the donkey's cock, which 
flexed up and whopped Michelle under the chin. 

"Ouch! That thing's dangerous!" 

Michelle rubbed her chin, sliding back away from the donkey-cock before it 
struck her again. The prick had slapped some slimy, slippery fluid on her 
chin, which Michelle wiped off with her hand. She wasn't sure whether the 
fluid was Roberta's saliva or lubricant from the donkey's cock. 

"Get up quick," Lucy said. "He's getting riled!" 

The donkey snorted, shifting on his hooves. 

"Easy, Hobart," Lucy said, stroking one of the donkey's hind legs. "You're 
gonna have a real treat tonight-a city gal." 

A rush of tingles flooded Michelle's asshole as she rose up under the 
donkey. She found she really had to stay bent over, even with her back 
pressed up against the donkey's belly. Her ass was shoved up high, her 
asshole throbbing. 

"Gorgeous!" Roberta crooned. "This is about the sexiest sight I've ever 
seen. Let him stick you, doll. I wanna see that crowbar come right out of 
your mouth." 

Michelle ignored the bitch. She rested her elbows on her knees to stabilize 
her bent-over, half-squatting position. Her blonde hair hung along her 
cheeks, the tips of it brushing the dewy grass. 

"Ready?" Lucy asked. 

Michelle swallowed. "Ready." 

Lucy lifted the donkey-cock and rubbed its knob up and down Michelle's juicy 
cunt-furrow. She rubbed the slick cuntcream all over the knob and up and 
down at least a foot of the shaft. The big cock bucked and the donkey 
brayed. 

"Easy, Hobart," Lucy said. "Easy. You'll get what you want in a second." 

Michelle tensed as Lucy positioned the donkey-cock against her crotch. She 
felt the donkey shoving. 

"Not there," Michelle gasped. "In the other one." 

"In your ass?" Lucy asked, incredulous. 

"Yes," Michelle grunted, tensing her cunt so the donkey-dong wouldn't rip 
her pussy-hole anymore than it had already been ripped. Her cunt was still 
raw from when Delbert had brutally ruptured her cherry. 

"You sure?" 

"Yes," Michelle said. "Shove it up my ass." 

Roberta shrieked, squatting close and watching intently. "Didn't I always 
know it? Didn't I? Knew you were a bugger-girl the first time I laid my eyes 
on ya. The way you wiggle when you walk like you've got a permanent itch in 
your ass. Bet you've never had a cock like this one up your asshole, have 
ya, girl? Hurry up, Lucy, before I grab that fucker myself and shove it in 
her." 

As Lucy guided the greased head of the donkey's cock against Michelle's 
itching, aching asshole, Michelle trembled, goose-bumps prickling on her 
skin. The donkey's cock-knob seared her asspucker and Michelle wiggled her 
ass, waves of lust sweeping through her body. She was so hot that tears 
filled her eyes. 

"Ohhhhhh, yesss, mmmm!" Michelle moaned. "Shove it in!" 

With a bray, the donkey responded. His enormous cock screwed into her 
asshole with one sharp thrust. Michelle felt the pressure even in her skull 
and her mouth gaped in a soundless scream. 

"Are you all right?" Lucy asked with concern. "He's got about eight inches 
in ya." 

Before Michelle could manage to say anything, the donkey-cock had screwed in 
another several inches. Michelle thought for sure that her pelvis would 
break apart. 

The donkey snorted and began to hump. His enormous cock slid in and out 
nearly a foot at a time. Michelle felt the huge cock-knob throbbing in the 
middle of her belly. She was sure that her asshole was being stretched 
three, maybe four inches in diameter. Amazingly, though, she felt no real 
pain, just an enormous pressure, a pressure she found more pleasurable with 
each thrust of the donkey's cock. As the beast hee-hawed and snorted, 
plunging his prick relentlessly in Michelle's asshole, she began to moan, 
wiggling her ass and begging for more. 

"Girl, if that prissy momma of yours could see you now, she'd pop a blood 
vessel in her head." Roberta reached underneath and tickled Michelle's 
nipples while she squatted and masturbated herself. "Unless maybe she's a 
secret bugger-girl herself." 

"Shut up!" Michelle growled, grinding her teeth. "Leave my mother out of 
this!" 

"Oh, so sorry. Hush my mouth again." 

Michelle grunted as the donkey twisted his cock in deeper. She had more than 
a foot of cock up her asshole now, she was sure of it. 

"Ya doing all right?" Lucy asked. 

"Marvelous," Michelle moaned. "Oh God, bugger me!" 

Roberta shrieked again. She crawled under Michelle and sucked Michelle's 
tits, teasing the nipples with her hot wet tongue, sucking up mouthfuls of 
tit-flesh and munching on it. 

The sensation from Roberta's tit-sucking and from the donkey's ass-fucking 
caused Michelle to moan as loudly as the donkey was braying. She churned her 
ass, writhing upwards against the humping beast. 

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, goddamn it, fuck me!" 

"You filthy-mouthed bitch," Roberta taunted. "Now you're showing your true 
colors, bugger-girl." 

"Fuck you!" Michelle snapped. "Fucking bitch slut!" 

Roberta tittered. "Girl, I think I'm falling in love with you." 

"Eat shit, cunt!" 

Michelle let the words fly as if she'd been using them all her life. She was 
starting to sound like a gutter tramp, but who in the hell cared? She felt 
invincible, her own master for once. It was as if the donkey's cock were 
fucking strength into her. 

"I'll lick his ass and make him come," Lucy said. 

"Not yet," Michelle moaned, jerking her ass, her body tingling. "God, not 
yet! I want this to last. Oh, fuck!" 

"I'll just lick his balls, then," Lucy said. "He likes that, but it won't 
make him come quick like a tongue up the ass does." 

"Suck on his balls then," Michelle said. "Get him to hump faster. Mmmmm, I'm 
going crazy, ohhhh fuck!" 

As the young girl began tonguing the donkey's balls, his cock vibrated, 
flexing hard. The vibrations passed into Michelle's asshole and spread 
through her cunt. 

"Oh Jesus, this is too much! Oh shit!" Michelle didn't know how much more 
stimulation she could stand before she lost her mind. 

Roberta left off sucking Michelle's tits and crawled between Michelle's 
legs. She lay on her back, her head near Lucy's feet as the younger girl 
stood behind the donkey and munched on his balls, and lifted her right leg, 
shoving her big toe up Michelle's cunt. As she toe-fucked Michelle and 
masturbated herself, Roberta licked and sucked Lucy's toes. Lucy, stimulated 
by Roberta's tongue on her toes, thrust her hand between her legs and 
started to jerk herself off. All three girls moaned now, driving toward 
orgasm. 

Michelle watched Roberta and Lucy between her legs. She could see Roberta 
squirming on the grass, one leg up in the air as she toe-fucked Michelle's 
cunt, her hand jerking between her legs, her mouth munching on Lucy's toes. 
All Michelle could see of Lucy between the legs of the donkey was Lucy's 
hand working at her crotch. The little girl was finger-fucking herself. 
Michelle could see the donkey's powerful thighs quiver as he braced himself 
and thrust, driving his cock in and out of her asshole repeatedly. 

"Ohhhhh goddd, let's come!" Michelle groaned. "I can't stand it anymore. 
Let's all come." 

The two other girls moaned their agreement and the donkey brayed as if he 
understood too. 

"Now I'll shove my tongue up Hobart's ass," Lucy announced. 

Michelle wished she could somehow get behind the donkey and watch the little 
girl eat out his asshole. Michelle found Lucy's ass-eating activities to be 
so filthy and perverted that she felt slighted at not being able to watch 
the girl. When the donkey's snorting increased and his prick began to 
vibrate as if it wouldn't quit, Michelle knew that the young girl had 
slipped her tongue inside his asshole. 

"Ohhhh, Lucy, you dirty little bitch!" Michelle moaned. "Make him come now!" 
She felt as if a million fire-ants were swarming in her asshole and stinging 
her repeatedly. Roberta's hot toe twisted in her cunt, the toenail grating 
at her clit, and Michelle groaned with a pleasure so intense that she 
thought she'd die. 

The donkey reared up and started to spurt, his bucking cock shaking Michelle 
like a rag doll. Michelle fought to maintain her balance, scared to death 
she might slip off the donkey's cock at the height of her pleasure. Grinding 
her ass madly around the donkey's spurting, thrusting prick, she brought 
herself to orgasm. As the first spasm ripped through her asshole, she burst 
into tears. 

"Ohhhhh, fuck meeee!" she whined. "Oooooh, ohhhhhh!" Her head wobbled and 
her mind spun, every cell of her body exploded with pleasure. She felt the 
hot spurts of donkey-cum in her spasming asshole and she thought she'd lose 
her mind with excitement. "Ohhhh, yesss, ooooh!" 

The donkey snorted, thrusting, spurting. Michelle's asshole felt enormous. 
Hot donkey-jism bubbled out of Michelle's asshole and creamed Roberta's 
cunt-fucking foot. As the donkey slowed his fucking, his prick softening, 
Michelle fell away, uncorking both the donkey-dick and Roberta's toe from 
her fuck-holes. She collapsed in the cool, dewy grass, too weak to care 
whether the donkey trampled her with his fore hooves. Cool night air rushed 
into her open asshole. 

"Gorgeous!" Roberta squealed. "Oh, doll!" She scrambled forward, throwing 
herself between Michelle's legs and plunging her face against Michelle's 
reamed-out asshole. "Mmmmmm, mmmm!" She licked, sucked, rimming Michelle's 
asshole as it slowly closed, eating the donkey-jism out of it. 

Michelle wiggled her ass, cooing, the delicious after-shocks of a 
super-orgasm still sliding through her loins. Roberta's tongue felt 
marvelous. She contracted her asshole, trying to eject some of the 
donkey-cum into Roberta's mouth. 

"Ooooh, luscious!" Roberta muttered. "Simply scruptious! Mmmmmmnn!" And then 
she moaned, panting, and Michelle realized that Roberta was coming, 
apparently still masturbating her insatiable cunt. "Ohhhh, Michelle!" 

Michelle arched up, looking over her shoulder, and saw Roberta's eyes 
rolling as she licked Michelle's asshole and spasmed. Michelle's attention 
stayed on Roberta for only a moment, though, because behind Roberta Lucy was 
on her knees, licking the fuck-slime off the donkey's cock while she rammed 
and twisted finger's up her teenaged pussy. 

The young girl sighed and started to shudder. Her eyes rolled back, only the 
whites of them glowing in the moonlight, and she toppled over, her face 
contorted, her legs tight together. She squirmed in the grass, grunting like 
an animal. 

Suddenly the donkey started to piss. His silvery piss-stream splattered on 
Roberta's back, steaming in the cool night air. 

Roberta jumped, gasping. "Far out!" She grabbed the pissing donkey-cock, 
getting hosed all over the face and tits in the process, and aimed the huge 
pisser at Michelle. 

As the piss showered Michelle's ass, she cursed, then started to laugh. 
Quickly, she turned around, letting the hot donkey-piss stream all over her. 

"That a girl!" Roberta said, opening her mouth and letting some of the piss 
stream into it. "Want a drink, honey?" 

Michelle let go. "Why not?" She opened her mouth and giggled as Roberta 
tried to aim the piss stream into it. 

Piss splashed on Michelle's tits, on her neck, and at last in her mouth. 
Michelle choked, trying to swallow the acidic fluid, but she couldn't stop 
giggling. When the donkey had finished pissing, she grabbed the donkey-cock 
away from Roberta and sucked on the end of it, milking the piss out of it 
with her hands. When no more piss would come, she shoved her tongue inside 
the cock and licked it out. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

They stumbled through the woods, hanging on each other, giggling like a 
group of little girls at summer camp. The two hounds, restless again after 
short naps, trotted along in front of them and behind them, sometimes 
weaving between them or between their legs, often ramming wet snouts at 
their dripping crotches. The dogs growled, even snarled occasionally, but 
the girls ignored them. 

"I think I'm drunk," Michelle said, slurring her words. 

"On what? Donkey-piss?" Roberta said, and they all laughed. 

"I shoulda snitched a jug of pa's moonshine," Lucy said. "Then we could 
really get looped." 

"Why don't you run back and get one?" Roberta said, "We'll wait." 

"Should I?" Lucy said. 

"Don't listen to her," Michelle said. "The bitch has her brains in her 
cunt." 

"Look who's talking," Roberta said. "Miss Bugger-ass herself. After that 
rattlesnake, doll, your itchy ass ain't gonna settle for your boyfriend's 
prick anymore." 

"We'll see about that, doll," Michelle said "Rick's got something between 
his legs that can compete even with what that donkey's got." 

"Tell me another one, doll." 

"Don't need to," Michelle said. "Rick's got one so big he'd shut you up 
permanently if he ever rammed it down your throat." 

"Hmmmm," Roberta said. "Maybe I'll give him a call when we get back." 

"You do and it'll be the last thing you ever do!" Michelle said. "You keep 
away from my stud." 

Five minutes later they tripped out of the woods and tumbled on the beach. 
The moonlight was blinding off the water, the aluminum canoe like a silver 
torpedo. The growling dogs pawed at them, continually trying to shove their 
snouts up the crotches of the three squealing girls. 

"OK, you dumb mutts," Roberta said. "You can have one more taste of pussy 
before we cruise off down the river." 

All three girls spread their legs and let the dogs lap their pussies to 
pulsating orgasms. 

After she'd come, Roberta sighed. "Mmmmm, heaven! Never knew a boy who could 
lick pussy as well as these dumb beasts. Maybe we oughta take 'em along." 

"No way," Michelle said, her cunt still throbbing. She felt so relaxed she 
knew she would fall asleep in another ten seconds if she didn't get up now. 
She struggled to her feet. "Those mutts would capsize us before we got fifty 
yards downstream." 

"Yes, captain," Roberta said. "I'll tell you one thing, though. As soon as 
we get back, I'm gonna head for the nearest kennel and get me a couple of 
the fattest-tongued hounds I can find. Shoot, maybe I'll get myself the 
whole kennel." 

"Slut," Michelle said. 

"Look who's talking! You'll end up moving to the country and getting 
yourself a whole herd of donkeys. Then you'll move on to horses, and god 
know's what else." 

"You have such a dirty mind," Michelle said, although she thoroughly enjoyed 
Roberta's wild suggestion. 

Lucy flung her sack of belongings into the canoe next to the packs of the 
two women. "And I'm gonna get myself a rich city husband," the young girl 
said. "And I'll wear fine clothes and learn how to talk fine, too." 

"I'm sure you will," Michelle said. "Speaking of clothes-maybe we should get 
dressed quick before we take off." 

"Whatever for?" Roberta said. "We'll have them off again in five minutes. We 
won't reach the main fork of the river again until after daylight, and even 
then we probably won't see another soul until afternoon. We'll be doing a 
lot of pussy-sucking between now and then." 

"You have such a filthy mind," Michelle said "How many times have you come 
today, anyway? Fifty?" 

"No more than you have, doll. Aren't we lucky, being female? We can just 
come and come and come. Multiple orgasm upon multiple orgasm. Men need so 
long to recover. Shoot, three a day and they're hardly able to walk. Six, 
and they can't even stand up. I've popped off six times in one hour, doll, 
and that was just for a warm-up." 

"That I believe," Michelle said. 

A thunder-clap shattered the silence, and all three girls shot glances at 
the cloudless sky. The dogs started to leap and bark. The gray hound dove 
into the woods while the yellow mongrel snarled and growled at the girls. 
Another explosion echoed through the woods. 

"Pa and Delbert!" Lucy shouted. 

"Jesus Christ!" Roberta leaned into the canoe and started shoving it out 
into the stream. "Well, help me, for christsake!" 

They pushed the canoe out, then flopped in one at a time. The yellow mongrel 
came charging at them, and Michelle knocked him over the head with her 
paddle. Whimpering, he crawled back on shore while the girls stroked out to 
center-stream. Michelle paddled as hard as she ever had in her life. Just as 
they were rounding the first bend in the river, they heard barking and 
shouting behind them, and they looked back to see pa and Delbert, naked as 
jaybirds, leap out of the woods, the two dogs leaping around them like 
bucking broncos. 

"Get back here!" the man and the boy screamed in unison, and their rifles 
exploded as they slid out of sight. 

"They'll never catch us," Lucy said. "They can't do nothing but break their 
legs trying to run through them woods in the dark." 

Michelle and Roberta remained silent, paddling like hell. By dawn they 
joined the main fork of the river. Civilization wasn't far off. They could 
smell it. t t t 

That night Michelle found herself in Hanover Hall, one of the men's 
dormitories at Oak Hills College. Behind the locked door of her boyfriend's 
room, she lay in the middle of his bed, her ass propped up with a pillow, 
her legs spread wide and up in the air. Rick hovered over her, his cock so 
swollen and hard it was almost painful to look at. Fuck-lube dripped from 
the tip of the purple knob. 

Michelle reached up, stroking her boyfriend's rippling chest and abdominal 
muscles. She caressed his shoulders, got her arms around him and ran them up 
and down his back, lightly teasing his skin with her fingernails. 

He shook so hard she was afraid he might pass out. "Oh, Michelle! Oh Jesus, 
Michelle! Oh, God!" 

She stroked his ass with her feet. "Come on, darling, sink that big thing in 
me. I wanna feel it." 

"Oh, Jesus, what's happened to you? Why the change?" 

"No more questions, stud. You wanna talk or fuck?" 

"Oh, fuck!" the boy settled down on her, pressing his hot prick against her 
wet pussy-hole. 

She teased his asscrack with her toe, stroked his lower back with her sole. 
"Oooooh, put it in me before I go crazy!" 

Grunting, almost whimpering with excitement, the young man wiggled his ass 
and slowly screwed his bone-hard cock into her. "Oh Jesus Christ, it feels 
so good!" 

Michelle sighed, her cunt stuffed with hot throbbing cock. She thrust her 
swollen tits up against her lover and pulled his head down and kissed him, 
snaking her tongue down his throat. 

He started to hump, working his cock in and out a few inches at a time, then 
increasing his strokes until he was hammering all eight inches in and out of 
her. His cock vibrated and pulsed inside her, Thrilling the tender and 
sensitive meat of her cuntal walls. His prick slid back and forth along her 
clit, sending fuck-thrills all through her loins and asshole. She moaned, 
writhing against him, clutching him to her with her arms and legs, 
stimulating his flesh with her fingernails and toenails. 

"Ohhhh, Michelle!" the boy muttered over and over again. "I never felt this 
way, Michelle, never so good. Oh, Jesus Christ!" 

She gnawed on his neck, bit his square jaw, rocked up and down, meeting the 
thrusts of his loins. As his cock slicked into her, making her moan, filling 
her head with stars, she contracted her pussy. 

The boy started shaking. "Oh, Michelle, I can't hold it! Oh, Jesus Christ!" 
Arching backward, his eyes rolling, he ground his cock inside her. 
"Ahhhhhhh!" His cum exploded into her, filling her with the heat and 
strength of his loins. 

"Ohhhhh, Ricky!" she moaned. "Shoot it, angel!" 

Grinding her crotch around and around his flexing, spurting cock, she 
brought herself off. As her orgasm swept through her loins, she clawed her 
lover's back and ass, whining like a bitch in heat. She groaned so loud that 
Rick had to smother her cries with his hand. 

They relaxed, melting together, still throbbing with the last flickers of 
orgasm. 

"You're so hot," Rick said. "I never imagined you'd be so hot. And it went 
in so easy. It didn't even hurt, did it?" 

"Uh-uh," Michelle said. "That's because you're such a great fucker. I love 
your prick. I can't believe how hard it is." 

Rick moaned and flexed his prick inside her, starting to hump again. 

Michelle let him get a rhythm going, then 

ISO stopped him. "Why don't we try it another way, angel?" 

Rick kept humping. "This way's fine. I just wanna come again." His prick 
squished in her cum-filled cunt. 

"Wanna fuck my asshole?" Michelle said. 

The boy stopped, his eyes opening. "What?" 

"I'll get up on my hands and knees and you can fuck my asshole. Pretend 
you're a dog, and I'll be a bitch dog." 

"Jesus Christ!" He pulled out of her, cum running down his vertical prick 
like thin frosting. 

Michelle got into position, wiggling her ass, growling and whining as if she 
were a bitch mongrel. As Rick mounted her, she howled. Rick fucked her ass, 
his prick sliding as easily as an oiled tusk. They grunted in unison like a 
pair of animals. 

"This is so dirty," Rick moaned. "I don't believe it!" 

Michelle giggled. "Isn't it though? I love it. Fuck me, mmmmm!" 


THE END
