The Widow Does Dogs
by John Friday 


FOREWORD 

Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of 
normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, 
these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out. 

Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to 
comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior such 
as bestiality. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of 
tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure 
to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the 
consequences would be devastating. 

THE WIDOW DOES DOGS-is the story of a family caught up in such a 
subculture-and the effects of their unconventional behavior on others who 
are drawn into their world. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Peg Foster heaved a weary sigh and paused to wipe sweat from her brow with a 
bandana. Running a kennel so far out in the country was more work than she 
ever imagined-too much since her husband died eight months ago. 

It was his idea, selling their comfortable house in the suburbs, quitting 
his job and investing their life's savings in the K-9 Kountry Klub, a place 
for city dwellers to board their dogs when they went on vacation or business 
trips. 

Alone since Frank's speeding car skidded on a rain-slicked curve and crashed 
head-on into a tree, Peg had to keep all the dogs fed, clean their cages, 
register new guests, collect for those departing, keep books and do the 
taxes. 

She was busy from sunrise to sunset, and sometimes long after dark. It was 
wearing her out and adding to the normal pain and loneliness of being a 
widow at thirty-seven with a son and a daughter to raise. 

Peg thought her son Bill and daughter Bonnie should help run the place while 
they were on summer vacation from school. They were both old enough to start 
learning some responsibility, but she'd gone easy on them since their father 
died. Maybe too easy. 

They were swimming in the creek that was in the back of the rambling old 
farm house that headquartered the kennel. Tomorrow, she decided, they would 
all start to work bright and early. Bill could clean the cages and handle 
the feeding chores. Bonnie would learn to keep books and help take care of 
the customers. 

Bill and Bonnie wouldn't like that. They were both fun-loving,, free spirits 
used to shrugging off responsibility the way a duck's back sheds water. 
Tough shit! It was time for them to grow up. Peg had other problems all her 
own, problems they couldn't help with, problems she thought they were too 
young to even understand. Peg needed a man, so bad it hurt. 

She turned the brass nozzle back on, hosing dog shit off the sloping 
concrete floor of the kennel, into a gutter that ran along the back wall and 
down to a catch basin at the far end of the building. 

Peg Foster was lost in thought, worried about how her spoiled kids would 
react, when a deep male voice said, "Hi, there." 

She jumped half a foot and almost lost control of the high-pressure hose. 

"Looks like you could use some help," he went on. 

She turned to face him, twisting off the nozzle and wiping her brow with the 
other hand. 

"You're a mind-reader," Peg said with a smile. "That's just what I was 
thinking." 

Her pale brown eyes settled on the best looking young man she'd seen in a 
long time. Six-feet two-inches tall, blond, blue-eyed, tanned and muscled 
like a lifeguard at the beach, where she spent her summers as a girl. 

"Name's Greg Stanton," he told her, extending a strong hand. 

She shook his hand and felt her whole body tremble. "I'm Peg...Mrs. Foster." 

He gave her an easy, lopsided grin in return. 

"Folks in town said your husband died awhile back. That maybe you could use 
a hired hand?" 

"I could use one, yes. But I can't afford one." 

Peg felt herself blushing. One hand went to her head where copper-colored 
shoulder-length hair was bound under a kerchief. Her other hand dropped to 
the knotted front tails of a man's blue work shirt tied above her 
belly-button to form an improvised halter top. 

"Room and board is all I really need," Greg said smoothly. "I work Ski 
Patrol in the winter. If I could work for my keep until it snows again, in 
the fall-" 

"I don't know," Peg said anxiously. 

Her fawn-like, soft brown eyes kept darting. Greg Stanton had a huge bulge 
in the crotch of his faded jeans, a T-shirt that strained over a 
wedge-shaped chest of rippling muscle, so tight she could see his taut male 
nipples through the cloth. 

Stanton was in his mid-twenties at the most. He was ten, maybe fifteen years 
younger than she was. A drifter. He dropped his backpack and sleeping bag by 
the kennel door. 

"I'm good with animals," he told her. "Got a Saint Bernard that's my best 
friend. And I work hard-" 

"Yes, I'm sure." Peg watched that bulge in front of his faded jeans twitch 
and swell larger while they talked. Could he have known how unbearably horny 
she was? 

"I could help you in all kinds of ways," Greg said, stepping closer. 

"Er, yes...I'm sure you could. But I can't pay you." 

"There's more to life than money," he said. "And there should be more for 
you to do than hosing dog shit out of a kennel." 

They were standing almost close enough for their bodies to touch at that 
point. Peg heaved a mournful sigh and melted into his circling arms. 

"Yes, there should," she whispered hoarsely. "Would you like to fuck me?" 

"I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more." 

His powerful arms circled her small body, crossed in the hollow of her back, 
strong hands fondling the cheeks of her ass. He pressed her forward, lifting 
and grinding the plump, ripe dome of her cunt against the throbbing hard 
shaft of his cock. 

Peg stood barely five-foot-two in sandaled feet, small but generously 
proportioned with firm, sharp-jutting tits, a small waist and flaring hips. 
She moaned when the hot length of his pulsing cock pressed hard against her. 

"H-h-how big is it?" she asked in a quaking voice. 

"A perfect ten," he told her. "Long, thick and hard." 

"T-t-ten inches long?" Peg shuddered, part in anxious apprehension, part in 
shivering concern. Her husband Frank was the only man she'd ever fucked. He 
had a normal six, maybe seven-inches when fully hard. But nowhere near ten 
inches and nowhere near the surging thickness she felt pressed against her 
pussy mound when Greg Stanton held her tight and pumped his hips. 

"Let's go to the house," she said. "My kids are swimming in the creek. We've 
got to get it done before they get back." 

"I don't like to rush," he told her, pumping his hips again. "I want to fuck 
you right out of your mind." 

"Ooooh, Jeeezus!" Peg could feel the simmering damp warmth of her neglected 
pussy start to steam. Cunt muscles clenched and squirmed in delighted 
anticipation. 

"Gotta get my dog out of the car," Greg went on, teasing her with seductive 
cock thrusts. "He's been cooped up all the way down the mountain." 

"You can put him in one of the exercise runs," she said gasping, humping her 
ripe pussy mound back at his vibrant shaft. 

"Bernie wouldn't like that," he told her. "I told you, he's my best friend." 

"All right, bring him in the house. I just want you to fuck me. I'm so hot I 
can hardly stand it!" 

Stanton grinned and turned her toward the w rambling old house. A strong arm 
circled her slender waist. A grasping hand reached around far enough to 
fondle the ripe hump of her pussy mound while they walked. 

Greg's car was a battered old jeep with a sagging canvas top. When he opened 
the door, an enormous and exuberant Saint Bernard came bounding out, a 
ponderous but lovable beast almost the size of a pony. He licked Peg's 
creamy smooth thighs and made her wish she'd worn long pants instead of 
cut-offs. 

"Yuk," she groaned, lurching back. The Saint Bernard came at her again, 
licking and drooling like some kind of lovable, lewd fiend. 

"The girl I used to live with taught him some things most people don't want 
their dogs to know," Greg said with an indifferent shrug. 

"Make him stop!" Peg cried, backing up against the battered fender of Greg's 
jeep. The Saint Bernard buried his big head in her crotch and tongued her 
seething pussy through her pants. 

"Aaaggggh!" she gasped. This was as close to oral sex as the woman had ever 
been. It sent eerie tingles racing through her. 

She squirmed and tried to push the dog away, but the heat of that delicious, 
lewd tingle increased. For a moment, Peg wished she did not have clothes on 
and could feel the Saint's lapping, big tongue against her soft flesh. 

Then she groaned and refused to admit that thought had crossed her mind. 
Greg grabbed the enormous big dog by the collar and yanked him back, 
scolding sternly. 

"Bernie, mind your manners!" 

The Saint Bernard's head was waist high, and he never stopped looking at 
her. He had big brown eyes and was that a smile on his wet lips? 

No, Peg tried to tell herself. Dogs can't smile. But Bernie sure looked 
happy, bright-eyed and wagging his bushy big tail. The dog had a long, thick 
coat mostly a taffy-brown color splotched with snow white. 

Greg Stanton ruffled hair on the dog's shaggy head and said, "Sorry about 
that." 

"Ooooh, it's all right," Peg said with an uneasy grin. "It startled me, 
that's all." 

She reached out and petted the dog. Bernie wagged his tail and licked her 
hand affectionately. 

"He's very gentle for such a big dog," Peg remarked, still aware of the odd 
sensation that jangled her nerves when he licked at her crotch. 

"Yeah, and he's got a great nose. Bernie's helped me find a lot of skiers 
lost in the snow." 

They walked toward the house, with the lumbering big dog a step behind. 

"My bedroom is at the end of the hall," she said, showing him the way. Peg 
could not imagine what had come over her. She had never been an impulsive 
person before, and certainly not the type to tumble into bed with a man a 
few minutes after their first meeting. 

She and Frank went steady all through high school, but Peg was still a 
virgin on their wedding night. And there had never been another man in her 
life. Just inside the bedroom door, she stopped and stripped off her shirt. 

"I've never done anything like this before," she felt compelled to say. 

Greg grinned warmly, nodding his head and watching her unveil two full, firm 
tits with upturned nipples. He flicked his tongue and began to undress. 

Peg watched, holding her breath as he bared his big cock. Then rhe felt her 
heart race. God, it was big. Her pussy clenched and seethed its simmering 
musk. 

Stanton's Saint Bernard sat by the door, eyeing them both, turning his 
ponderous big head slowly back and forth. 

"Behave yourself," Greg said sharply. 

She giggled, at first thinking he'd said that to her. 

Then she purred, "I feel like misbehaving. I've been a widow too long." 

Peg came to him with her arms reaching up to coil around his neck. 

They were both stark naked, stripped to the skin, anxious bodies sheening 
under a thin film of sweat from the summer heat. Peg pushed her dense, 
narrow wedge of coppery cunt hair against his hard and erect cock, pressing 
it between them. 

She gasped anxiously. "Be gentle, Greg. I've never had one so big before." 

"And I've never had such a tiny, sexy little doll," he said in a deep, husky 
voice. 

"It doesn't matter that I'm older?" she asked with eyes fluttering. 

"Why should it?" 

Greg's job at the ski resort put him in contact with a lot of women in their 
thirties and forties. Most were hotter for his big cock than chicks his own 
age...and not much concerned about establishing a meaningful relationship. 
They just wanted to fuck, and he liked that. Simple pleasure with no 
strings. 

Peg looked at him dreamy-eyed. He bowed his head and kissed her quivering 
lips, easing her back toward the bed. 

Her hands dropped to finger his cock, taking the long, hard shaft in both 
hands, exploring it gingerly. Bernie made a grumbling noise by the door, 
watching them intently. 

From the corner of one eye, Peg saw the dog's cock strain from its sheath of 
caramel-colored fur. A sharp pointed prick, glossy pink and twitching with 
rampant desire. She gasped as Greg laid her gently across the bed. 

"There must be a bitch in heat in the kennel," she said. "Look at Bernie. 
His cock is as big as my husband's was." 

"Saint Bernards are very sensitive to human emotion," Greg said. "It's your 
scent that's making him hot." 

"M-m-mine?" That seemed unthinkably obscene. It was also strangely exciting. 

Greg climbed up on the bed and straddled her slender waist, coming forward 
on his knees, letting her stare at the length and thickness of his hard 
cock. 

"Yes, yours," he said. "I could smell it outside in a kennel full of dog 
shit, and my nose is nowhere near as keen as his." 

Stanton kept inching forward until his balls dangled right over Peg's mouth. 

"Wh-what are you doing?" 

"I'm giving you a couple of nuts to eat," Greg said with a cool grin. "You 
want to kiss and suck the big fuckers that will fill you with cum?" 

Peg breathed a sound of uncertainty. "I've never done anything like that." 

"Then now's a good time to start. Nibble my cum pumpers and tease around 
them with your tongue." 

"All right." Loneliness and eight months of sexual deprivation primed Peg 
for almost anything. She gulped and shyly kissed Greg's swaying balls. 

They were nearly the size of hen's eggs-warm, pulsing big orbs in a wrinkled 
sac of skin lightly frizzed here and there with sparse wisps of blonde hair. 

"Hhhmmm!" she purred. Tonguing his sweaty ball sac brought a salty taste to 
her mouth. Just like Frank's balls, one of Greg's dangled slightly lower 
than the other. Peg swirled her tongue around it and heard him give a 
rattling sigh of delight. 

Stanton reached back with both hands and fondled the ripe hump of her pussy 
mound, combing his fingers through her coppery cunt-hair. The tip of one 
finger twirled around her tiny clit bud; the other plunged boldly into her 
wringing wet cunt. 

She groaned. It was the first thing she'd had inside her in eight months. 
His wiggling finger was nowhere near the size of a man's cocknot even 
Frank's-but it made her writhe with gasping pleasure. 

Peg opened her mouth and gushed hot breath, circling her moist lips to suck 
in his low-hanging ball. 

"That's a girl. Eat them both. Stir them with your hungry tongue." 

Peg strained her mouth wider and barely managed to get both his balls into 
her mouth. 

That made her cheeks puff. Peg swirled her tongue between the big balls and 
felt them churn with the weight of a heavy load. She wondered if they held 
jism in proportion to their size. If so, Greg would fuck two or three times 
more into her than Frank ever had. 

Honey bubbled up from the depths of her anxious pussy, heated and stirred by 
Greg's middle finger. She felt the sleek oils drip down her thighs and 
imagined it was jism that had overflowed. 

Stanton clit-teased her to a climax, grunting and moaning when the tremors 
of orgasm made her suck hard on his tender balls. 

"Ooooh, baby! I can't wait to get my cock in your mouth!" 

Greg's varied desires intrigued her and freed impulses that had smoldered 
all through her marriage. 

Until now, Peg had not realized how dull and unsatisfying her sex life had 
been all those years. Now a powerfully built, beautifully hung blond giant 
was letting her emotions run free. 

He propped her head up on a pillow and pushed the bloated, knobbed tip of 
his cock into her mouth. 

"You don't have to swallow it all the first time," he said. "Just ripple 
your tongue and pull with your lips." 

"W-w-won't that make you cum?" 

"Of course. I'm going to shoot off in your mouth. Relieve the pressure. Then 
I can give your tight, little cunt the long, hot fucking it wants." 

"Oh, Greg," she sighed anxiously. "This is the most exciting sex I've ever 
had!" 

He grinned down at her, softly prodding her full lips with his cockhead. 

"You ain't seen nuthin' yet, babe. We are gonna set your little pussy on 
fire!" 

Peg felt like her flesh was burning already. She was so anxious, she did not 
pause to wonder why Greg said we. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The Saint Bernard rose from his sitting position by the door. Silently, his 
huge padded feet moved toward the bed. Bernie's master hunched over the 
woman's chest, pushing his cock in her mouth. 

She made delighted wet gurgling noises, sucking and smacking her lips, 
swirling with her anxious tongue. Just listening to her made the dog's 
pointed cock twitch and throb. 

Bernie once belonged to a towering blonde 

Swedish girl who taught skiing by day and liked training dogs at night. 
Their rampant horniness enthralled her. And the lewdity of taking and animal 
cock into her golden-haired cunt! 

It shocked Greg the first time he saw Inga down on her hands and knees, 
yelping and wailing while the Saint Bernard fucked her dog-style from 
behind. But later, Greg liked to watch. Inga was the sexiest, most wanton 
woman he had ever seen. 

One night he watched her with three sled dogs that were half-wolf and nearly 
all wild. She took one in her blonde pussy, another up the crack of her 
shapely ass and sucked off the third, gurgling and moaning as she gulped 
down dog jism. 

Inga said that wasn't much. She worked summers in a stable and liked being 
fucked by a stud horse even more. A horse cock? Christ, the one he'd seen on 
his grandfather's farm was almost two feet long. No way could he match that, 
so he and Inga drifted apart. 

Greg liked the tiny, but well-built widow even more. Her small body gave him 
a great sense of power. And she obviously enjoyed giving herself to a man, 
so much larger than she was. Maybe that female need to be dominated and 
totally overpowered was what turned Inga on to the stallion. 

Stanton liked sharing his other women with the dog. He moved a hand behind 
his back, snapped his fingers and motioned to Bernie that it was all right. 

Peg was bleary-eyed with delight, sucking cock for the first time in her 
life. Greg pushed to the soft back of her mouth and felt her tongue ripple 
while her cheeks slithered and swirled, molding themselves to his thick rod 
of fuck flesh. 

Bernie licked her naked cunt at the same time, loving the taste of hot woman 
sex. Peg moaned and bucked her hips, thinking at first it was Stanton 
exciting her in some strange new way with his hands. Her tiny clit bud 
swelled harder than it ever had before, rising out of its circling sheath to 
expose the most wonderfully tender nerves of them all. 

She squealed and howled, bucking her hips. The Saint Bernard's lapping 
tongue licked from her ass crack all the way up to her clit in one swipe, 
making her tingle and squirm. 

"Oh, God...what are you doing to me?" Peg moaned when he pulled his cock 
back. 

Greg grinned down at her pretty, starry-eyed face. 

"Me?" He put his hands beneath his hunched legs and twirled her swollen 
nipple tips. "I'm feeling your tits. I'm getting you hot for a wild cock 
you're gonna love." 

"Aaahhh, I'm ready," she sighed. "I want you in me right now. Greg, h-h-how 
can you feel both tits and tease my pussy at the same time?, , "I turned 
your pussy over to the Saint Bernard. He-likes your naked and dripping fuck 
honey better than when you were outside by the jeep." 

"Ugh!" Peg bucked and squirmed, trying to twist out from underneath him. 

The idea of being licked by a slobbering dog seemed utterly repulsive to her 
now. But Greg sat down on her chest, almost crushing her tits in grasping 
hands pushed down by his body weight. And he poked his throbbing cock into 
her gaping mouth again. 

"You're gonna suck me and fuck Bernie at the same time. We like it that 
way...and so will you." 

"No!" Peg wrenched her head to the side and felt the dog's lapping tongue 
make her pussy seethe. "God, you can't give me to a dog!" 

"To a Saint, baby. How many ladies get to fuck with a Saint?" 

Peg had no answer. She was dazed and disbelieving, pinned beneath Greg 
Stanton's powerful body while his dog licked her pussy with a rasping tongue 
the size of a sirloin steak. 

She felt the bed lurch and knew the Saint Bernard was climbing on it. A 
moment later she saw Bernie look over Greg's shoulder. The way his big mouth 
curved, it looked like he was grinning lewdly, enjoying her position of 
helplessness. 

Bernie's meaty, big tongue lazed around his drooling lips, licking the tangy 
woman taste Peg knew he'd lapped up from her dog-teased cunt. Her pussy 
still shivered and pulsed from the obscene stroking of his rough tongue. 

Bernie gave an anxious growl and pumped his hips, poking blindly to find the 
slit of her cunt. Peg shrilled an anguished cry and shuddered when she 
thought about what was happening to her. 

She whimpered and winced her eyes shut, straining to force all thought of 
the dog from her mind. Greg Stanton was fucking her, that's what she wanted 
to think. She snugged her lips around his cockhead and sucked with wild 
passion to occupy her worried mind. 

She rippled her tongue along the underside of his swollen cockhead, 
exploring the cleft and the cum slit at its tip. She liked licking Greg's 
big cock and hearing him moan sexy, rumbling sounds of desire. 

At the same time, Bernie's furry cock sheath was sliding back and forth 
between her legs, as though softly caressing her tender flesh. But the sharp 
pointed tip of his slimy red cock kept thrusting closer and closer to her 
cunt slit. 

Peg heaved a moan of despair. No matter how hard she tried, the woman could 
not stop thinking about the big Saint Bernard. Why did the hot, sharp 
pointed tip of Bernie's dog cock send such wild shivers of excitement racing 
up her spine? 

Her brow furrowed and her lips sucked, cheeks rippling along Greg's massive 
cock. He pushed forward, inching slowly and steadily into her mouth. Peg 
moaned, delighted by its heated pulse and the bulged veins she felt 
throbbing beneath her snug lips. 

Bernie's jabbing red cock tip touched her clit. It felt as though sparks 
shot between them. The Saint Bernard heard her wail, and he liked hearing 
the joyous cries of human bitches. Female dogs now seemed dull to him. Women 
showed so much more emotion. 

He jackhammered her little wet button of nerves with his sharp dog prick, 
sliding the swollen nub of flesh under his cock and then under the furry 
sheath pushed back around its root. 

Only Greg's big cock in her mouth kept Peg from screaming in anguished 
delight. Nothing had ever stimulated her clit so wildly before this. 

A dog! That thought kept flashing back. Peg's pussy had ached for eight 
months, yearning to feel a hot prick inside it. Having only fucked one man 
in her life, she was dying to know what someone else would be like. Now 
another cock was about ready to push in. An animal! 

Peg shuddered and started to cry, but that did not stop her lips from 
sucking. Greg's cock pushed all the way to the back of her mouth. Bernie's 
slid back and forth on her clit, firing waves of heat that radiated out to 
her fingers and toes. 

Greg pitched forward on his hands and knees, pumping his cock faster now. 
Its big, rubbery head thumped the soft back of her mouth and pushed into the 
narrow channel of Peg's throat. 

"Ugh!" she groaned. "Graaaagh!" 

His leaning forward over her head gave Bernie more room. He also kept 
forward and pushed his big, blunt nose almost into the crack of Greg's ass. 
The dog arched his hindquarters to angle his cock down. He thrust, giving a 
snarl, and stabbed the whole hot length of his sharp prick into the woman. 

Bernie fucked into her just as Greg drew back. A shrill scream of shock 
popped the cockhead out of her mouth. The dog was in her to the hairy root, 
fucking hard and fast with an animal cock that burned like a red-hot iron. 

"Ooooh, God!" Peg's eyes gaped in horror. I'm being fucked by a dog! The 
second cock to enter my precious pussy isn't human. And I don't care! I 
really like it! What kind of beast have I become? 

She felt her pussy clench snug, wet and warm around the thrusting dog cock. 
Ecstatic friction spread fiery heat through her loins. The softer warmth of 
his furry body pressed close to hers and spread another kind of sensuous 
pleasure. 

Bernie's cock was almost exactly the size of her husband's, except it had a 
needle-sharp tip. That allowed him to enter even more smoothly, to draw back 
until Peg could hardly grip or feel the point, then lunge and fill her with 
dog heat. 

"Oh, Greg!" She shuddered and pumped her hips, anxious to feel Bernie's hot 
cock burn deep in her once again. "What's wrong with me? I dont mind being 
fucked by a dog. I-I'm starting to like it." 

"I knew you would. After being alone for eight months, a cock is a cock." 

"Yyyeeeesss, and now I've got two!" Peg raised her head, smiling strangely, 
and sucked on the young man's bigger, blunt-tipped cock while Bernie 
delighted her wringing cunt with blurring fast thrusts. 

Peg's swollen clit was stroked by furry dog belly each time the animal 
rammed down. She felt his hairy ball sac between her legs and it made her 
shiver excitedly. The pleasures of sucking a man's cock and being fucked by 
his dog were all new to her. 

The widow's dazzled mind could not sort them out. She mixed the pleasure and 
shame into one swirling sensation of savage delight. Two cocks at once. One 
thrusting into her sucking lips, the other beating her cunt like a furry 
hammer. 

She gasped and gurgled a strained moan, coming to orgasm so fast and hard 
that she almost fainted. Greg's body stiffened, muscles tensing rigid as all 
his energy flowed into his cock. It swelled in her mouth and spit liquid 
fire. 

Bernie growled and his pointed cock jetted cum at the same moment. Peg felt 
silvery jism gush and rise to fill her throat. It washed over the back of 
her rippling tongue and flooded around her teeth. 

More shot into her pussy in gushing spurts. Each one made her tremble with 
joy. 

The spasms of climax gripped every muscle and nerve. Her small body trembled 
and convulsed in delighted shock. She gulped cum, swallowing sticky, 
salt-sweet slime without thinking. And she felt more of it shoot into her 
pussy. 

Clenching waves gripped Bernie's cock and pulled like her sucking lips. Peg 
lapsed into a frenzy of unthinking joy. She had two hot pricks gushing in 
her at once. A double orgasm gripped her pussy and mouth as though they were 
one. 

Peg didn't think about what she was doing until she'd swallowed half of 
Greg's gushing cum. Then she winced, but went right on sucking to get more, 
and her slithering cunt slit milked the dog's prick at the same time. 

"Hhhhooo!" she gasped when man and dog had both drained their last shot. 
"That was the most awful...most wonderful thing I've ever done!" 

Peg was still breathless and misty-eyed in the fading aftershocks of orgasm. 

"What's so awful about feeling pleasure?" 

"With a dog?" Her voice choked. 

Bernie pulled his sated cock out of her and jumped back on the floor. He 
burrowed his shaggy head between her legs, licking and lapping down his own 
dripping cum. 

He started her pussy clenching and squirming again almost at once. Peg felt 
so ashamed of herself, but knew she could not help wanting more. 

Greg's jism glossed her quivering lips and stuck in her throat when she 
tried to swallow. She stared up at his softening cock, wide-eyed and 
adoring. 

The heat of desire that smoldered for eight months was not satisfied yet, 
not even by two cocks at once. Peg shivered anxiously, wondering if somehow 
her husband could see what she was doing now. 

Greg saw beyond her pained look of shame. Desire still glimmered in her big 
brown eyes. 

"You want more, don't you?" 

"Yyyyeeesss!" she cried. "I can't help it! I want you to fuck me now! I want 
to feel a really big cock in my cunt!" 

"Just what I was thinking about. Now that Bernie's got you nice and hot for 
me." 

"I-I've never felt like this before. I don't even know why I'm doing it." 

"Don't try to analyze everything. Just go with what feels good." Greg 
pitched off of her and sprawled on his back. His long, thick cock stood half 
erect like the trunk of a swaying palm tree. 

Peg turned on her side and stroked it fondly, making the hot blood of young 
lust rush back to fill it. 

"I'm not sure this will feel good," she said in awe. "I've never had one so 
big." 

"Stand it up straight and then sit on it," he told her. "You'll be in 
control that way. You can take it as slow and easy as you like." 

"It does sound like fun," she said, giggling as Greg's cock swelled to full 
hardness under ber loving touch. 

She straddled his muscle-strapped loins, hunched on her knees just in back 
of his towering cockshaft. It stuck up between her thighs and she caressed 
it, rubbing the underside against the slit of her cunt. 

Contractions of desire squeezed dog jism up from her depths. Mixed with her 
own slick honey, the silver-white stuff lubricated his cock as she began to 
rise and fall, flexing her knees and pressing Greg's cock against her wet 
cunt slit. 

The pillar of fuck flesh ridged with blue veins teased her distended clit 
bud, rubbing it up and down, sparking hot impulses of desire that made her 
moan. Peg stood on her knees, rising high enough to bridge her crotch over 
his cockhead. 

She clutched him in both hands, working the rubbery knobbed head back and 
forth in the wet mouth of her pussy, cooing expectantly as fuck honey and 
dog jizz dribbled down to anoint his fearsome big prick. 

"Aaahhh!" she gasped. "It hurts already. It-it's too big for me." 

"Just right," he insisted. "Hot and wet as your little cunt is now, you 
could fuck a flagpole." 

Peg laughed with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. 

"Maybe down to half-mast," she admitted. She let herself drop a little and 
shivered ecstatically as more of Greg's upright cock bored into her. 

The head of his cock felt like a fist punching deep into her, now just 
passing the deepest point her husband had been able to touch. Her husband 
and the Saint Bernard who sat by the bed watching her spear a man's cock 
into the pussy he had just fucked. 

She wondered if animals feel jealousy. Probably not. Peg had seen male dogs 
mount a bitch in heat one right after another. 

Peg let herself slide a little farther onto his cock, hissing and moaning. 

"From here on I'm a virgin. Nothing has been in me this far." 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" 

"Yyyeeesss!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Sssooo good!" Peg had an 
inch of thick, hot male cock straining muscles and heating nerves, no man, 
or dog had ever touched. And she wasn't all the way down on him, yet. 

Greg began to tire of her timid fucking, so he snapped his fingers. The big 
Saint Bernard yelped and lumbered up on the bed behind her. His ponderous 
weight made the mattress and box springs lurch beneath her bent knees. 

Peg lost her balance and dropped hard on Greg's spearing cock. She felt his 
wiry curls of blond pubic hair tingle her cunt lips. 

"Unnnnh!" she groaned deep in her throat. 

Bernie lunged, growling sounds of doggie-delight. He pushed against Peg from 
behind, bending her forward so that Greg's cock wrenched and pried in her 
innermost recess. 

She pitched forward on her hands and knees, bridged over Greg's handsome 
face. He started pumping his hips, lifting her doll-like body with ease and 
somehow reaming his cock a little deeper than it was before. 

"Aaaaaagggggh!" she groaned. The Saint Bernard was awkwardly mounting her 
from behind. His hairy front legs came over her shoulders and his hips 
thrust at her with quick, jarring stabs. 

The pointed tip of the dog's cock was probing to find the tightly puckered 
rim of her ass-hole. Bernie had learned human bitches can be fucked more 
ways than one. 

"Ooooh, Greg...please make him stop! He's trying to fuck me up the ass!" 

"So relax and enjoy it." 

"I can't!" she cried. "Ass fucking is too awful to even think about. I've 
never done it!" 

"Then how do you know it's awful?" 

Peg's mouth flapped but could not find words. Bernie's determined humping 
had found her ass-hole at last. The pointed red tip of his slimy dog cock 
was driving into her, thrusting her forward and slamming her down harder on 
Greg's cock. 

"After sucking me and fucking the dog, you should know two are better than 
one," Greg said blandly. 

"Yes, but-" She was thinking, my ass-hole is virgin...and I'm giving it to a 
dog! 

"Bernie's sharp cock will open you up easier than a man would." 

"Maybe, but. . . ooooooh, God. Being dog raped up the ass, while I fuck with 
a man I hardly know. What's happening to me?" 

There were two others asking that question at the same moment. Peg's son 
Bill and her daughter Bonnie had come back from their swim in the creek. 
They saw the old jeep in the yard, heard their mother's lewd wails and went 
around back of the house to look through her bedroom window. 

The drapes were not closed all the way. Being tall, Bill could just barely 
peer over the sill. 

"Hoooolyyyy shit! Mom's fucking some guy I never saw before." 

"I knew she was fucking somebody just by the sound." Bonnie was a year 
younger than her lanky brother, but wiser in some ways than he was. She 
acted aloof, bored and disinterested, like she was so damn sophisticated. 

He resented his sister's superior attitude. 

"How would you know what it sounds like? You've never been fucked." 

"Lots of my friends have, and girls talk a lot." 

"Yeah? Well you and your friends never talked about anything like this. 
She's not just fucking a man. She's also fucking a dog!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Bill smirked as he watched his sister's face turn pale. Bonnie's voice 
sounded choked. 

"I d-d-don't b-b-believe you!" 

"I'll lift you up...you can see for yourself." 

Bill stepped behind his sister, gripped her slender waist and lifted. She 
was petite like her mother but not so fully developed. In his sinewy arms 
she felt feather-light. 

He ducked his head between her spread legs and perched Bonnie on his 
shoulders. The creamy tapers of her young thighs pressed against Bill's 
cheeks. Bonnie's smooth skin was still moist and cool feeling from their 
swim in the creek. 

The small piece of wet cloth that was her bikini bottoms pressed against the 
back of his neck. Back of that, he could feel the taut rise of her 
developing pussy mound. Having his pretty sister's cunt pressed so close 
made Bill's cock start to swell inside his wet swim suit. 

Bonnie's knees bent over his shoulders. Her legs slanted back beneath his 
arms and her feet hooked behind him to balance herself sitting high on his 
shoulders to see in their mother's bedroom window. 

Bill eased forward slowly and Bonnie pressed her little button nose to the 
top of the window pane. In the shadowy bedroom she saw her mother bounding 
up and down on a man's cock, grunting and moaning and squealing sounds of 
delight. 

By leaning a little to the left, Bonnie looked through the narrowly parted 
drapes at a different angle. Then she could see the huge Saint Bernard 
hunched over her mother's back and fucking her ass. 

"Ooooh, Jeee-zzzus!" the girl whispered hoarsely. 

Although Bonnie and some of her more experienced girlfriends talked a lot 
about sex, this was the first time she had actually seen it. And in all 
their daring talk, no one ever mentioned fucking with an animal. The sight 
of that almost made her puke-it was so vile, so unthinkably obscene! Bonnie 
turned her head back to focus on the blond hunk's big cock. 

Bill said. "Didn't I tell you?" 

He was watching through the bottom of the window pane, eyes focused on the 
huge cock his mother was riding with such passion. He angled his view to 
keep the dog behind her out of sight. 

Watching his mother fuck a rugged, well-muscled young ass was bad enough. 
Just thinking about a dog's prick in her lovely little ass made the boy feel 
sick with disgust. 

"God, that guy's got a big cock!" Bonnie said in a hot, hushed and breathy 
voice. Her legs clamped hard around Bill's neck and he felt her pussy shiver 
behind his head. 

"How do you know it's big? You've never seen one before." 

"I've seen yours," she teased coyly. 

"When?" 

Bill's face blushed in the soft, fleshy vice of his sister's thighs. 
Watching the fucking scene warmed her silky smooth skin. Even her pussy was 
starting to get hot. 

"Lots of times. Today when we were swimming-" 

"You haven't seen it naked!" he said. 

Bill was a bashful youth, a little embarrassed and confused by his awakening 
male impulses. It seemed now that his cock was hard all the time. 

"When it's hard, it doesn't have to be naked for me to know how big it is," 
Bonnie said smugly. "And I can see his is bigger than yours." 

"Not by much!" he answered defensively. "Maybe an inch longer." 

The way their doll-like mother was bounding up and down made it hard to tell 
exactly how big it was. 

"An inch longer and a lot thicker!" Bonnie said, squeezing his neck and 
squiggling her cunt in excitement. 

She was still a virgin like her brother. Though he was a year older, girls 
tend to mature faster. Bonnie felt like a woman months before Bill's male 
instincts began to awaken. 

"You couldn't tell the difference if it was inside you," he said sharply. 

Bonnie giggled. "Your skinny cock is the last one in the world I'd want." 

"Skinny? You bitch! What makes you think I'd want to stick it in you anyway? 
I want a girl with real tits, not two little pimples on her chest." 

"Pimples? Son of a bitch! My breasts are...are more like cupcakes." 

"Yeah, I could eat them both in one bite. Look at Mom. She's got real boobs. 
Nice and ripe. Full but firm, and still jiggle." 

"Mother's tits really don't interest me," she said coolly. "I'd much rather 
watch that guy's cock. Ooooh, one that big would just kill me the first 
time!" 

Both refused to mention and tried not to look at the dog fucking their 
mother's ass from behind, bent over and slamming her down hard on the man's 
cock. 

"A cock half the size of mine would have you screaming your head off," Bill 
said. 

He had his hands on Bonnie's knees, fingers spread and reaching up her 
thighs. He squeezed her soft, girlish flesh as he spoke. 

"Half the size of yours? I'd be sobbing...with disappointment." 

"All you do is talk big," he complained. "You're just a little girl, all of 
a sudden acting like hot shit." 

"And you're nothing but a jerk-off who takes my soiled panties out of the 
laundry hamper, because that's as close to real pussy as you can get." 

"How do you know about that?" Bill blushed so that Bonnie could feel the 
heat of shame between her snug thighs. 

"I've seen you sniff them lots of times. And once you were jacking off with 
a pair of my cunt-scented panties wrapped around your skinny prick." 

"You little bitch!" 

Bill staggered back from the window and bent down, pitching Bonnie forward. 
She hit the ground like a cartoon character, with her feet already running. 

"Poor little Billy can only get into a girl's panties when her pussy isn't 
there!" 

"You stinking cunt!" 

He ran after her, flaring with rage, aware now that his anxious young cock 
had swelled itself fully hard. Watching his mother fuck made it throb with 
desire like never before. 

Bonnie ran a zigzag path toward the long, metal-roofed building that housed 
the kennel. Being smaller and more agile, Bonnie darted left and right to 
elude him, laughing every time he grabbed at her streaming reddish-blonde 
hair. 

"Bitch!" He snarled. "You'll be sorry when I catch you!" 

"Sorry what? Sorry you don't have a big cock like that guy with Mom?" She 
ducked and dodged him again, swirling sun-colored, red-golden hair, long 
enough to sweep across the crack of her trim, little ass. 

"You'll be sorry I'm your brother and can't stick what I've got, in you, 
bitch!" 

Since school let out for vacation two weeks ago, Bill and Bonnie had been 
constant companions. Where they lived in the country, there were no other 
kids near their own age. 

With no one else for company, they talked and teased a lot, growing quite 
close, although neither of them wanted to admit that. 

Bonnie ran into the kennel building, slipping on the wet concrete floor and 
running down the long narrow aisle between two rows of dog cages like prison 
cells. 

Dogs barked and howled, leaping at the wire cage doors as the young couple 
ran by. The animals all ached for affection when their owners were away. 

The narrow aisle and slippery floor made it hard for Bonnie to dodge Bill's 
grasping hands. She careened into one of the cage doors and grabbed the 
heavy wire mesh to keep from falling. 

A sleek, sinister-looking black Doberman pinscher named Diablo nipped at the 
string tie of Bonnie's bikini bottoms. When she caught her balance and 
lurched away from the cage door, she did it bare-assed. The snarling dog 
still held the lower half of her skimpy bathing suit. 

Bonnie ran three full steps before she realized what happened. By then, Bill 
was laughing so hard that he couldn't run after her. God, she had a cute 
little ass! A wedge of pure white skin contrasted sharply with the rest of 
her tanned body. 

Bill plucked the bottom half of her bikini from the Doberman's mouth. "Good 
boy, Diablo. Hey, sis...you forgot this!" 

"Aaaggghhh!" Bonnie wheeled around and dropped both hands to cover her pussy 
mound. It was also milk-white. 

She got her hands down fast, but not before Bill saw her fresh growth of 
cunt-hair, a narrow V of red-golden curls the same color and as silky-soft 
as the hair on her head. 

"Give me that!" she demanded, trying to cover her pussy with one hand and 
grab her bathing suit with the other. 

He taunted her, waving her bikini bottoms just out of reach. 

"Why?" Bill asked. "I've seen your pussy naked before." 

"When?" she almost cried. 

"When Mom was giving you a bath." 

"That's when I was a baby!" 

"Yeah, your pussy hadn't grown hair. It was so cute...naked as a little ass 
crack." 

"You bastard! Give me my bathing suit." 

"What if I give you mine instead?" 

Bill untied the string belt inside and slipped down his wet shorts. A 
slender, steely hard prick over eight inches long leaped out. 

Bonnie cried, cowering against the back door to the kennel. 

The latch inside was broken. It could only be opened from the outside. Peg 
had asked Bill to fix it a week ago, but he hadn't gotten around to it. Now 
he was glad. His sister had nowhere to go except back toward him and she was 
stark naked from the waist down. 

He kicked off his wet swim shorts and stood naked with his long, slender 
cock raging hard, slanted up at a sharp angle. Bill grinned smugly and 
dangled her bikini bottoms on the end of it as though his prick was a prong 
on a hat rack. 

"Go on," he said. "You want something to wear, reach out and take it." 

She winced and screamed. "Mother!" 

But all the dogs were barking now, excited by the unusual activity. No one 
could hear Bonnie's wailing voice in the house-for sure not their mother who 
was howling and wailing like a bitch dog herself. 

"I'm going to tell mother," she threatened feebly. 

"Tell what? That we saw her fucking a man and a dog? That you were so 
anxious to watch, I had to lift you up on my shoulders? She'll love that!" 

"You bastard! Give me my bathing suit." 

"It's hanging right there on my cock head. All you have to do is reach 
out-like the telephone commercials on TV. Reach out and touch someone." 

Bonnie was crying now, streaming tears down her blushing cheeks. 

She sobbed. "Son of a bitch!" 

Bill chuckled. "Really...my mother is fucking a dog. And my sister must be 
one too. That Dobie's so hot for you, he ripped your pants off. Is that 
right, Diablo? Does my little sister smell like a bitch to you?" 

He started to click open the latch. 

"Don't you dare let that dog out!" she cried. Bonnie slammed her bare ass 
against the door and tried to get it open with one hand. 

"Diablo means devil in Spanish," Bill said like a scholar, letting the cage 
door swing open. The Doberman came bounding into the aisle with an anxious 
growl. 

Bill tossed the dog the bottoms of Bonnie's bikini, afraid he'd get his cock 
nipped, if he didn't. The Dobie grabbed it in his sharp fangs and shook his 
head, ripping and tearing the silky, wet cloth. 

"He must wish he could wrap his cock in your panties and jack-off with them 
like I do. Must be frustrating to have a hard-on and no hands." 

Bonnie hadn't noticed until then, but the Doberman's cock was hard. When he 
tossed and tore the bottoms of her bikini between his front paws and 
snarling jaw, she could see the red tip of his sharp prick emerge from a 
sheath of sleek, smooth black, like his glistening coat. 

With the bottoms of her bathing suit in tatters, the dog looked up at Bill. 
He wanted some attention and something else to play with. 

"Why don't you grab the top?" the boy said. 

"No! God damn you, Bill. Don't you dare sic that dog on me!" 

"Why not? You're such a bitch...you ought to get along great. Go get her, 
Diablo! Give my little sister a treat." 

The Doberman didn't understand Bill's suggestion, only that he was happy to 
be out of his cage. Bill held the dog's choke chain, even though it was 
obvious to him the Dobie wasn't going to do anything. It looked like he was 
holding him back. 

"I'll hold the dog if you give me the top of your bikini," he said. 

"W-w-why should I do that?" 

"Because I want to see your little tits." 

Bonnie's blood ran cold. All large dogs frightened her, Dobermans most of 
all. They looked so vicious and mean. 

"I'll take off my top, if you put the dog back in his cage," she said 
nervously. 

"Okay. You first. Take it off." 

"No, I don't trust you with that dog. When he's in the cage, I'll show you 
my tits." 

"We'll do it together. You untie the knot and I'll put Diablo in his cage. 
You take off your top and I'll latch the cage door." 

"All right." 

Bonnie kept her delicate little pussy mound covered with one hand and 
reached back to untie the top of her string bikini with the other. She 
watched Bill open the cage door wide and coax the black devil dog back 
inside. 

Bonnie laughed and lunged forward, slamming into the cage door with both 
hands outstretched. It swung hard into Bill and hurled him inside with the 
dog. She giggled and snapped the latch shut, knowing he could not get it 
open from the inside. 

"Now what are you going to do, brother, dear?" It was her turn to laugh with 
fiendish delight. 

It was fun to see him stark naked, and caged like a dog. All Bill could do 
was make blustering noises and try to cover the throbbing stiffness of his 
long, slender cock. Now her helpless prisoner, it embarrassed him greatly. 

Bonnie paced up and down before the mesh door, Haunting her naked, sparsely 
fringed cunt, reaching back with both hands to untie the string top of her 
bikini. 

"Does the poor little doggie still want to see my tits?" she teased. 

She stripped off the skimpy bra-like top and dangled it from the tip of one 
finger, breathing deep to make her cupcake-sized tits look as big and 
tempting as she could. 

The slinky little top slid off her finger and fell just outside the cage 
door. Bill was raging inside, hands clamped through the mesh and shaking the 
door. 

"God damn you, let me out of here!" 

"Why should I? Now you can look at my little tits...look but not touch." 

Bonnie smirked lewdly and cupped her jerky young tits, twirling the nipples 
hard under her thumbs. 

"Aren't they cute, Billy-boy? Wouldn't you love to have one of my creamy, 
little tits in your mouth right now?" 

"What I'd like to do is kick your ass!" 

"Ooooh, Billy's mad as a dog. He's even drooling." 

Bonnie kept fondling her girlish tits and twirling her nipples, standing as 
close to the mesh cage door as she dared. 

Then she languidly slid one hand down and teased around her tiny little cunt 
slit newly fringed with red-golden hair. Her middle finger probed between 
taut pussylips and curled around her clit bud. 

"Hhhhmmm, that feels so good," she said. "It makes me want to cum. I can 
feel my pussy clench and squirm just like it had a cock in it." 

"Only a dog would fuck a bitch like you," Bill snarled. 

But watching his sister tease her own pussy made him unbearably horny. His 
cock twitched and throbbed like something with a mind of its own. 

Tingling her clit brought tart-scented fuck honey to the lips of her cunt. 
They shimmered under a film of sleek, damp warmth. Bonnie brought her other 
hand down and spread the slim, softly puffed outer lips to show her brother 
the moist, pink folds snugged tight inside and quivering with desire. 

"This must be the first naked pussy you've seen up close," she cooed. "Look 
how it makes your cock ache! It's bobbing up and down like the stick that 
old man used witching for water." 

"You're the witch...and you're going to regret it when I get out of here." 

"If you get out of there. Mom's been wanting us to help. I could tell her 
I've fed the dogs and cleaned all the cages." 

Bonnie kept fingering her juicy cunt slit and stirring her fuck honey until 
simmering, sleek oil ran down her thighs. 

"I could offer to look after the kennel tomorrow, too," she said tauntingly. 
"With that rugged young hunk to keep Mom amused, it might be three or four 
days before she misses you." 

Bill's jaw clenched and he hissed in vicious frustration. Bad enough being 
caged with a dog, but watching his sister clit-tease herself to a grunting, 
hip-pumping climax was even worse. 

"Uuummm! Aaahhh! My pussy is so hot and tight! You think that sexy, blond 
guy with Mom would like to fuck me, Billy-boy? You think he'd like to pop my 
cherry and feel virgin blood on his big cock?" 

He couldn't answer. Bill's throat was so parched and dry, it hurt when he 
rumbled angry noises. 

"You keep wagging your tongue like a dog. Billy-boy...are you hungry to 
taste cherry cunt? Would you like to lick my little clit and make me cum 
again?" 

Her brother just glared in raging frustration. 

"I might let you have a little taste if you get down on your knees and beg 
like a dog." 

Bill's mind was racing, trying to think of some way to outsmart the vicious, 
lewd bitch. Then he'd really get even. He went down on his knees, straining 
not to smile as he thought ahead. 

"Stick your tongue out through the wire, Billy-boy. Way out! I'm not coming 
any closer than this." 

He choked back rage and pressed his face to the heavy mesh, sticking his 
tongue out as far as he could. Bonnie giggled anxiously and eased forward 
just a fraction of an inch, letting him lightly touch the dripping lips of 
her pussy. 

"Oooh, that feels sssoooo good! I'll bet you'd like more. Til bet you'd like 
to fuck your tongue into me." 

He tongued her juicy little cunt again when she eased it within reach, 
swiping upward to lick her clit bud. A sting of sharp pleasure made Bonnie's 
knees go weak. She slumped forward and buckled his wiggling tongue, pressing 
her cunt-hairs through the mesh. 

Bill grabbed silky red-golden curls with both hands and pulled her pussy 
hard against the wire. 

"Now I've got you, bitch! Now I've got you where the hair is short!" 

Bonnie screamed and moaned. When she tried to pull away, hot pain shot 
through her groin, burning deep into her juicy little cunt slit. She could 
not pull away without leaving most of her cunt-hair behind. 

Her brother laughed now, pulling her so hard against the mesh that her 
cuntlips bulged through. He tongue-lashed her tiny clit bud and thrust into 
her between strokes, sparking a wild climax that made her writhe and rattle 
the cage door with frenzied hip thrusts. 

She babbled and moaned sounds of rapture mixed with cringing fear. Her 
brother brought Bonnie to her first real orgasm with a male, and she knew he 
wasn't through with her yet. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Diablo could not understand the human pair, rattling and banging his cage 
door. The sleek, black Doberman watched curiously, sniffing the air as her 
lust scent grew stronger. That much he could understand. 

Diablo had never seen humans act so strangely. He edged closer, twitching 
his cold black nose, mouth half-open and tongue hanging out. 

Bill saw the dog looking over his left shoulder and smiled. The animal's 
amber-colored eyes were intent on Bonnie's wet cunt while it trembled in 
blissful aftershocks of orgasm stirred by his flailing tongue. 

"Hi, dog. You want a taste?" Bill asked, rocking his head back with a smile, 
licking tangy, virgin fuck honey off his lips. 

Bonnie jerked her hips to pull away from the cage door. 

But Bill kept his two-handed grasp on her cunt-hair. He tugged her close to 
the mesh and made her cry out in pain. 

"What's the matter, sis? Mom-likes dogs...and I know you like having your 
cunt licked. Poor Diablo's been caged up for three days. Think how lonely, 
and how hungry he must be." 

"Don't let that dog touch me!" 

Bill yanked on her cunt-hair again, pulling his sister's small body close to 
the cold wire. Then he let go of her reddish-gold pussy fur and reached up 
to grab a nipple pressed through a two-inch wide diamond-shaped opening in 
the mesh. 

He pinched and pulled on her taut nipple. Bonnie wailed and writhed, jerking 
her hips back from the gate but held pinned by the nipple he pinched. Bill's 
right hand caught her tit on the other side and he pulled on both nipples, 
flattening her chest against the chain-link mesh with both perky little tits 
poked into the cage. 

Diablo began to growl, distressed by the girl's frightened cries but 
intrigued by her reeking woman scent. He seldom smelled humans so anxious. 

"Come here, boy. Give Bonnie a lick!" 

"No! Don't you dare! Bill, don't let him do this to me!" 

Bonnie arched her back away from the gate as far as she could with her 
nipples both pinched and pulled through the mesh. 

Hot, stabbing pains shot through her chest, but, she'd have endured almost 
anything to stay out of the dog's reach. Bill stood up slowly, never letting 
her pinched nipples free from the pulling strain. 

"You were so anxious to show off your pussy when we couldn't get at it. 
That's something only a real bitch would do...so now I'm giving your cunt to 
the dog. He deserves it, and so do you!" 

"Huh?" she cried. 

Bill pulled harder and twisted her taut, hot little nipples between his 
thumbs and forefingers, pulling her back to the wire with a sad moan. 

"Push your pussy to the wire, bitch! I've got a hungry dog waiting for you. 
Go on, Diablo. Give her a lick!" 

Bill stuck out his tongue and wiggled it up and down, trying to show the dog 
what to do. 

Bonnie watched the obscene gesture and shivered, pained by the way her 
nipples were pulled. 

Diablo came forward with his long, raspy red tongue hanging out. The dog's 
natural instinct was to lick away pain, and the girl was obviously hurting. 
He sniffed salt tears with his sensitive nose, and he swiped the hairy red 
part of her. That was all he could reach through the wire. 

Bonnie jerked back at the waist and felt her pinched nipples burn. She 
howled and hammered her dog-licked cunt back to the wire. Diablo's tongue 
lapped her juicy slit. 

An eerie warmth and a strange, tingling kind of pleasure convulsed through 
Bonnie's cunt tunnel. The dog's tongue was longer and more limber than 
Bill's. It burrowed in and twiddled her swollen clit up and down. 

"Oooh!" she gasped. It felt good, but the girl would not admit that. But 
even to herself. But she arched her body forward, and pressed harder against 
the chain mesh. 

That eased the terrible strain on her nipples and parted the moist lips of 
her cunt when they bulged through the wire. Diablo licked her cunt again, 
liking the taste of human sex juices. He also liked the way it made the girl 
moan, softly. 

"Go boy!" Bill said. "Lick her to a climax! Make the bitch cum!" 

Knowing he pleased the young pair made the dog happy. He wagged his little 
tail and licked into her crotch again. 

"You bastard!" Bonnie ground her cunt against the cold mesh. 

Diablo kept licking, growling contentedly, and Bill chanted encouraging 
words to the dog, so anxious to please. 

The sleek, sinewy black Doberman tongued Bonnie to another screaming climax 
of lewd delight. She twitched and jerked, rattling the heavy cage door with 
frenzied cunt thrusts. Even the nipples her brother held pinched felt no 
pain. The heat of pleasure was spreading in ways the girl could not have 
imagined before. 

Her lewd wails pitched higher and started all the dogs barking again. Lust 
scent tilled the air of the kennel like a vaporous mist. It made all the 
male dogs anxious. 

Bonnie shuddered through grinding spasms of obscene delight, then she 
slumped limp against the cage door. 

She managed a weak, little grin. "He sucks cunt better than you do." 

Bill ignored the slurring remark. "Open the latch." 

Bonnie obeyed meekly, walking back with her nipples still pinched, as the 
cage door swung open. 

He reached around with one hand and grabbed her long hair, snarling a fist 
in silky, soft waves half-way down her back. Bill let go of her other nipple 
then and yanked her into the cage with him. 

"You look like a waffle," he said, laughing aloud. 

Pressing her anxious body against the mesh in the throes of climax imprinted 
the diamond-shaped chain-link pattern on her tender skin. 

"And you look like a monster to me," Bonnie sobbed. 

With the last heated tremors of climax starting to fade, she felt sick with 
shame and cold, with shivering fear. 

"Well, don't you worry. I'm going to fix it so you don't have to look at 
me." Bill planned it all while Diablo was licking his sister to orgasm, 
heating her cherry cunt so that it dribbled musky fuck honey and dog spit. 

He pushed her toward the back of the cage. There was a dog house in every 
enclosure-a square box up on short, wooden legs with a round cutout for a 
door. The kennel offered three sizes: small, medium and large. 

Big as he looked, Diablo was only a medium-sized dog. German shepherds, 
mastiffs, and Great Danes all required more spacious accommodations. So did 
Saint Bernards like the one they'd both watched fuck their mother's luscious 
ass. 

"Wh-what are you going to do now?" 

Bonnie stammered. 

"Give you something you've been wanting for months," he answered vaguely, 
bending her head down toward the round dog house door. 

"No!" Bonnie thrust out both hands and pushed against the sides of the hole. 
Bill tightened the snarled fist in her hair and pushed her straining arms 
inside the house with the other hand. 

Her groan of protest echoed strangely inside the dog house. Bill pushed her 
in to the waist, almost filling the hole with her softly flared hips. 

Bonnie's upper body was jammed inside in the dark. She whined fearful 
noises, arms cramped and widened eyes unable to see. Outside, she was on her 
knees, scuffing the cold, wet concrete floor. 

Bill stepped back when he had his younger sister jammed half into the dog 
house. He grinned, enjoying the sight. There she was, on all fours like a 
dog, with her pussy and ass hanging out. 

"Think of all the times you've told Mom something I did wrong...trying to 
get me in the dog house." 

"I'm sorry," she cried. Her wailing voice echoed sharply in the small place, 
but Bill heard it only as a muffled sound that seemed far away. 

He pushed her legs apart with a bare foot and dropped on his knees between 
them. 

Sucking her cherry cunt to a climax almost made his cock fire. Watching the 
dog eat her to orgasm did it again. Bill's long, springy hard cock was 
really throbbing. He put his hands on her small hips and pushed forward. 

The head of his cock sank into the moist slit between her trembling legs. 
Red-golden cunt-hair tingled on top. Smooth thighs damp with dribbling fuck 
honey pressed on the sides. Bill began to pump his hips slowly, glad he 
jacked-off with a pair of her soiled panties that morning. Without that 
relief, his randy cock would be gushing already. 

He could smell hot, wet pussy stronger than any of the kennel odors and feel 
the slithering damp warmth of her cunt, against the top of his thrusting 
prick. 

Bonnie whined and moaned inside the dog house. She made fearful and then 
anxious noises. The girl had been thinking a lot about sex recently, 
especially when she talked to her girlfriends at school. 

Several told her about their first time. Most said it hurt when their cherry 
was torn. And it wasn't very romantic getting popped in the backseat of a 
car. Bonnie began to sob, wondering if she would dare tell anyone that her 
brother took her the first time, and did it with her head stuck in a dog 
house. 

She felt him rubbing his steely hot prick on her clit. The dog's tongue left 
it so tender that each stroke fired sparks of jolting pleasure so strong 
they bordered on pain. Bonnie wailed and sobbed, begging him to stop. 

Bill paid no attention. It was nice having her voice so muffled by thick dog 
house walls, and having her head out of sight. He didn't have to think about 
it being his sister. She was just pussy and ass to him now. 

The heat of his raging hard-on made Bill's slender cock angle up sharply. 
Wetting the head between her legs kept pressing it down. He enjoyed the 
delightful straining sensations as long as he dared. 

Rubbing real pussy with his cockhead was the most exciting thing he'd done 
so far. A lot better than rubbing his cock with her silky, cunt-scented 
panties. Bill arched back and let his cock spring up to probe in the mouth 
of her pussy. 

Bonnie shivered and screamed when she felt it start in, spreading and 
straining her soft inner lips. Then the knobbed head jarred to a stop 
against the leathery web of her cherry. 

Pain from that brought tears to her fluttering eyes. It was going to happen. 
Her maidenhead would be torn. I'm going to get fucked, her frightened mind 
screamed in silent despair. I'm going to get fucked like a dog! 

The strain of her stubborn cherry warped 

Bill's hard cock. He gave a grunt, surprised it was so tough to break 
though. Diablo was watching. Their position was familiar to him. He knew 
about dog sex. He was a purebred, a champion used often for stud. Some 
beautiful dog bitches were brought to him, but they were taken away too 
quickly. 

Bill said. "Your cherry is really tough!" 

He pulled back and thrust again, jabbing hard. Bonnie whimpered and sobbed, 
feeling her fleshy little seal start to strain and split apart. 

He eased back and pumped gain, ramming through the little gash, splitting it 
wide and jamming her hips hard against the dog house door. 

"Huuuuunnnnh!" Pain like a roaring blaze spread from her pussy. It made her 
eyes water and then flood with tears. 

His cock was in her to the hilt. Bonnie could feel her brother's pubic hair 
grinding against her tender ass cheeks. And the heat of spilled virgin blood 
seeped around his spearing hot prick. 

Seeing smears of cherry stain when he drew back made him grin lewdly. 

"I've done it! God damn, I got a virgin my first time. I've bloodied my 
cock, and now I'm going to fuck her to death!" 

Diablo's ears pricked up and his tongue wagged out when he caught the scent 
of blood. That was more like a real bitch in heat. His sharp pointed dog 
cock swelled hard, emerging from its sheath flesh covered with smooth, black 
hair. 

Other dogs quickly caught the scent of torn cherry. The males paced 
frantically in their cages, barking and lunging at the mesh doors. 

"You're so hot, all the dogs want you now." 

She answered with muffled sobs and wails, speared by a twitching long thing 
stuck deep where she'd never been touched. Then Bill drew back slowly, 
gliding his cock out. Bonnie heaved a sigh of relief, but the ridge of flesh 
around his cockhead raked the split of her torn cherry and fired a new kind 
of burning, hot pain. 

He fucked her with short, choppy, quick thrusts, raking his swollen cockhead 
through her torn flesh, fast as he could. Her cunt muscles clenched and 
shivered in pain. The rippling waves delighted his tingling prick nerves. 

Bill felt the wondrous tension strain every nerve. He clenched his teeth, 
grunting and hissing, aching to hold back. But the furious churning in his 
balls could not be contained. Jism swelled and shot the length of his cock. 

Bonnie felt the hideous, lewd thing twitch like a snake and then spit its 
venom inside her. More tears streamed down her cheeks as his prick gushed. 
Bill gave her shot after shot of sticky hot cum. 

She howled and tried to jerk away from him, but her hips were wedged in the 
dog house door. He kept pumping, ramming and spurting his vile cum. It 
splattered the sleek, damp walls of her fuck tunnel, sticking and then 
dripping down. 

She sobbed disconsolately, wondering when her wet torment would end. How 
much jism could his balls contain? More than her wringing tight cunt would 
hold, that was for sure. Bonnie could feel it well-up around his hot shaft. 

It sank into her like a plunger, and jism slithered back along the shaft. 
Slick cum acted like salve for her torn cherry. The burning pain dulled to 
an eerie kind of delight. Bill's cock was driving hard and deep into her 
now, jetting cum with every stroke. 

It glossed her quivering cunt lips and dampened her cunt-hair. Silver-white 
slime ran down her tanned thighs. Bonnie couldn't see it, but she felt it 
dribbling down and she knew what his cum looked like. 

She'd found creamy globs of it in her panties after he used them to 
jack-off. The sight of it sickened her at first, but then she became 
curious. Bonnie took to rubbing his cum on her clit bud. It made her fingers 
glide so smoothly when she teased herself to orgasm. 

It was doing the same thing now, but exciting her even more. A real cock 
deep in her rippling tunnel felt better than a timid finger exploring and 
stimulating the ouside. Her fuck muscles wrenched and convulsed in rapture, 
clenching and sucking his cockshaft to get more. 

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ooooh, God...fuck me full!" 

Bill had hoped, but not really expected to bring her to a climax the first 
time. His friends said virgins were usually so scared and hurt, they just 
took cock and cried afterwards. Not his little sister. She was begging for 
more. 

He grunted and fucked her so hard and fast that the mix of jism and blood, 
from her torn cherry, was whipped to a pink froth. The reeking scent of it 
drove the dogs wild. Diablo's pointed cock twanged and surged. 

Bill saw it throbbing when his own cock was drained and pulsing feebly in 
his sister's pussy. He could hear her moaning. 

"Don't stop! Do it again! Fuck me, Billy...oh, please!" 

"Sure, sis. You've got a real bitch cunt, and I'm going to see that it gets 
all the cock you want." 

He pulled out of her and heard a muffled, sad moan. 

"Just give me a minute to get hard for you again." 

Smirking, Bill nodded his head, urging the sleek black Doberman to take his 
place behind her. The dog did not need to be encouraged. 

With her cherry torn and seeping and her writhing pussy filled with cum, 
Bonnie smelled like a real bitch in heat. 

He reared up, smooth-coated black hips already pumping fast. His pointed dog 
prick took the man's place in her hole. 

A moment passed before Bonnie figured out what was happening. The dog's 
prick pumped so fast that it made her mind swirl. She had another thrilling 
climax, almost at once. Only as that faded did her other senses come alert. 

She felt the dog's sleek coat sliding against her soft skin, the rake of his 
front paws and the searing hot friction of his frenzied cock thrusts. Her 
chest swelled with steaming warm breath and she screamed. 

"I'm being fucked by a dog!" 

The Dobie was so anxious that he came very quickly. Just as the frantic 
stabbing of his pointed cock seemed about to set her pussy on fire, the dog 
shot jism into her sultry cunt. Bonnie winced at the terrible thought of 
animal cum in her precious cunt. 

She screamed and sobbed, trying desperately to back out of the dog house, 
but once wasn't enough for Diablo-he snarled and hammered her back into his 
house with more wanton quick thrusts. 

"Ooooh, God! Bill? Bill, are you still there." 

"Just leaving. But you won't get lonely." 

"You aren't going to lock me in here with the dog!" 

"No. I'll leave the cage door open," he promised. "Satisfy Diablo and he'll 
let you out." 

Bill walked down the long aisle, chuckling as he heard her scream with 
orgasm again. 

He read all the names on the cages and opened doors for the horny males. 
First an English bulldog named Winston with rubbery, wrinkled jowls and a 
pushed-in nose so ugly it hurt to look at him. He waddled out of his cage as 
fast as his short legs would work, turning toward the scent of a human bitch 
cunt in heat. 

Then Bill released an Irish wolfhound, two German shepherds, a boxer and a 
poodle. His bitchy little sister was in for a long day of doggie delights. 

Bill wished he could stay and watch, but he was more anxious to see what his 
sexy, widowed mother was up to. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Peg took Greg Stanton and his lumbering Saint Bernard to a guest cottage in 
back of the main house. The widow would rather he slept in her room, but she 
had her children to think about. 

She helped him make up the bed, then gave Greg a list of chores that needed 
to be done around the place. Walking back to the main house, she heard an 
awful ruckus in the kennel. The dogs all barked and yowled at once. Peg 
started that way to investigate, then changed her mind. 

The damn dogs could wait. She was tired and her body ached for a hot bath. 
Peg wondered if even that would make her feel clean, after giving herself to 
the big Saint Bernard. Dog jism was still dripping down her shapely legs and 
oozing from her hot, fucked pussy and ass. 

Sighing and trying not to think. Peg settled into a steaming hot tub. She 
soaked and scrubbed herself clean, only vaguely aware of the clamor in the 
kennel out back. It went on even as she climbed out of the tub half an hour 
later, feeling rested and somewhat refreshed. 

Whatever set the dogs to howling would just have to wait. Peg walked into 
the living room and poured herself a double shot of bourbon over ice. She 
gulped that down and poured another to sip more slowly. 

Her mind struggled to work things out. She told Greg he could stay for the 
summer, even though he'd taken advantage of her in a way, by tricking her 
into having sex with his dog. 

But, Peg had to admit she had enjoyed it, and for that she had only herself 
to blame. How could I get so horny? How could I enjoy being fucked by an 
animal? She shuddered, just thinking about what she'd done. 

The widow's ass and pussy still ached from the wonderful reaming they gave 
her-man and dog together. She could still feel lingering tremors of wondrous 
strain. Greg's big cock was a real beauty, and she wanted it again. No doubt 
about that. Her pussy seethed and pulsed as the warming glow of good whiskey 
flowed through her veins. 

Peg was smiling, thinking she might go out to the guest cottage and get 
things straight with him, before Greg got the wrong idea. He could stay and 
work for his keep. They would have sex whenever her kids weren't around-but, 
no more bestiality. Positively not! 

Bill walked in while her anxious pussy was still twitching, from thinking 
about Greg's big cock. 

"Hi, Mom," he said, giving her a strange look. She tried to tell herslf it 
was only because she rarely drank hard liquor, and never in the middle of 
the day. But the silent voice of her conscience kept nagging her. 

I couldn't live with myself, if Bill knew what I've done, she thought 
bleakly. He seemed to be studying her, his expression still, not quite 
normal. Peg could only wonder what he was thinking, and she did not really 
want to know. 

"Do you know why all the dogs are barking?" she asked. 

"Er, yeah...I was just out there. Bonnie's taking care of them now." 

"How nice," Peg said. 

She had wanted the kids to help more, but never expected either of them to 
volunteer. 

"She seems to like taking care of the dogs." 

"I-I'm glad." 

"But I don't think she's as good with them as you are." 

"Oh? Wh-what do you mean?" 

"I mean, I don't think she could handle one as big as that Saint Bernard." 

Peg felt her cheeks blush and knew it was not just the heat of the summer 
day and straight whiskey, that made her flesh burn. 

"Th-that's Greg's dog," she stammered. "He's going to be helping us this 
summer." 

"Yeah, we talked on my way in. I'm sure he's going to be a big help." 

Mrs. Foster was fearful of what she might hear, but she had to ask. 

"Bill...is something bothering you?" 

"Who me? No, why should I be bothered? I'm just thirsty. I think I'll have a 
beer." 

He was testing her. His mother had never allowed him to drink. She said he 
was still too young. 

"All right, dear." 

Bill grinned, knowing that he had her wrapped around his little finger. He 
got a cold beer out of the fridge and walked back to the living room, taking 
a long and noisy swig of the amber brew. 

"Aaahhh, that's good." 

He looked at his mother sitting prim and proper, fidgeting nervously on the 
edge of the couch. But he kept seeing her nude, riding a man's cock and 
taking a dog's prick up her ass. 

At first the mental image made him angry. Mothers aren't supposed to behave 
that way. But then he looked at her and grinned. She was a sexy little bitch 
with large breasts for a woman her size. A lot bigger than Bonnie's. Nice 
ass too. And she had fucked a dog with it. 

He leaned closer to her, sipping from the frosty bottle of beer. 

"You're kind'a cute," Bill remarked with a smile. 

"Oh, well...aaah, thank you, dear." 

"I mean real sexy looking! I never really noticed before." 

Peg blushed and beaded sweat showed up on her brow, as though the 
temperature in the room had shot up thirty degrees. Bill looked a lot like 
his father. He was the image of a young man she fell madly in love with, 
years ago. 

Seeing that look of youthful adoration and desire in her son's eyes made her 
heart ache. But it also made her feel guilty and fearful. 

"You really shouldn't say such things." 

"Why not?" Bill edged closer and put an arm around her quaking shoulders. 
She felt warm-no, hot against his tense body. "That guy Greg thinks you're 
sexy...even if you are lot older." 

"Billy, please!" She tried to twist and push away the arm that rested on her 
shoulders. "Don't talk like that. Don't hold me so tight!" 

"Too hot for you?" he asked, grinning lewdly. 

"Er, yes." Peg was hoping he meant the weather. But Bill gave her a strange 
look and up-ended the beer bottle in his other hand. He splashed the amber 
brew into the open neck of her white blouse. "Aaaggghhh!" 

"That should cool you off some." He held her close to him and watched cold 
beer soak her through her blouse. He could see that his mother wasn't 
wearing a bra. The wet cloth molded itself to her lush tits and jutting 
nipples. 

"Billy, for God's sake! Why did you do that?" 

Peg managed to break from the grasp of his circling arm. She fussed and 
fumed, trying to pull the clinging wet cloth from her quivering tits. 

"Because, I know you're too hot for your own good," he said. 

Bill dropped the empty beer bottle and lunged, pushing his mother down on 
her back. 

Peg looked up at him, eyes wide with alarm. 

"Billy, no!" 

"Don't call me Billy," he snarled. "I'm not a little boy any more." 

"Yes, son, I know...but-" 

"I'm not a virgin, either," he said, smirking and licking his lewdly curved 
lips. 

"Ooooh, God!" 

Peg felt her son's hand press hard on her shoulders, pinning her flat on the 
couch. Her luscious tit mounds heaved in her beer-soaked blouse. 

"I want some of what you give Greg. I want to fuck my cock into a real woman 
with tits...not a skinny young girl." 

Bill wisely did not mention his sister by name, or that he knew both mother 
and daughter had fucked dogs. Peg was shocked and frightened enough as it 
was. She cowered and screamed. 

"Stop this! Damn you-" 

He slid his hands down from her squirming shoulders and capped them on her 
heaving tits. Body heat had warmed her wet blouse. The smell of malt and 
hops mingled with her lusty woman scent in the still, summer air. 

Peg sobbed and squealed while he squeezed her tits, but she also felt 
shivering stabs of excitement she knew were obscene-unthinkably obscene and 
sinful. Bill only grinned and moved his hands to the open collar of her 
white blouse. He ripped it open, popping shirt buttons left and right. 

"Aaaaggghhhh!" she cried. 

Her moist, heaving, beer-soaked tits were laid bare. Bill brought his hands 
back and fondled them with an eerie, wild look in his eyes. 

"You've got bigger tits than any of the girls I know at school. And you got 
tits that taste like beer." 

He bent down and started to lick around he swollen nipples. 

Peg wrenched and squirmed, screaming for him to stop. Bill laughed, licking 
and sucking her nipples, swaying his head from one to the other. He felt 
them swell, tingling hard and pulsing with desire his mother could not 
control. 

She sucked breath in rasping gulps, half numbed by the shock of her son's 
lewd passion. 

"This is no worse than giving your ass to a dog!" 

"Oooh, nnnooo! You know about that?" 

"I watched, Mother, dear. So did, Bonnie. It made us both horny." 

He laughed and pulled at the waistband of her pants. Bill yanked them down 
to her knees, dragging her panties with them. 

Mrs. Foster bucked and squirmed, screaming in horror. She strained to sit up 
and escape from her son, but he clamped his hands on her tits and pushed her 
back. 

Bill dropped his head and nibbled around her freshly washed cunt-hair. Her 
seething pussy reeked musk, clenched and shivering as his tongue lashed 
around in her coppery cunt. 

"Oooh, Billy! Don't do this to me!" 

"Why not? Your pussy is hot and I'm hungry." 

"But, it's wrong!" 

"No bitch who fucks dogs has a right to complain," he snarled. 

Bill noticed that his mother's cunt had a richer, riper taste than his young 
sister's. It was like tangy old cheese, the kind that gets moldy with age. 

Peg felt her pussy cringe and her nipples burn. Bill was whirling her tit 
crowns under his thumb tips and teasing into her juicy slit with his tongue. 

He sucked and slurped, thrusting with his tongue. Bill lapped deliciously 
tart fuck honey from her cunt and teased around her throbbing clit bud. He 
tongued his mother to a shuddering, screaming climax and left her sobbing, 
limp on the couch, while he undressed. 

Peg saw her son's stiff cock leap out, slender and steely hard, webbed with 
bulged veins that pulsed with the frenzy of young lust. Her mind blanked in 
a dizzying swirl. The woman refused to believe this was happening to her. 

She had just reached a climax with her own son. Tingling aftershocks made 
her skin bristle with goose bumps. And now he was hand-jacking his cock, 
hunched on his knees between her spread legs. 

Bill's weight pinned her pulled-down panties around her knees. He squeezed 
her left tit with one hand and guided his slender hot cock with the other, 
rubbing its knobbed head on her simmering clit. 

"N-n-nooo!" she begged in a wailing voice, but Peg felt the heat of his cock 
boring in. 

Her pained look delighted the boy. Fucking his sister while her head was 
stuck in the dog house denied him the pleasure of watching the change of 
facial expression. 

Peg's delicate features contorted-first with a tight look of anguish. Her 
eyes flared wide, blank and disbelieving. Then her look brightened. He had 
half his cock in her. His mother's cunt clenched and squirmed. Her cunt 
fought him at first, then it rippled as though to suck him in deeper. 

"Oooh, dear God!" she cried. "What have I become?" 

"A bitch-woman," he told her. 

Bill gave a grunt and rammed down. He buried the whole length of his cock 
and watched her eyes bulge. 

Rippling pulses of lewd delight gripped his cock. Her cunt was a seething 
hot pit, a clinging tunnel of flesh whipped to a frenzy of pulsing and 
clinging desire. Bill fucked her hard and fast, drilling and twisting his 
cock, banging her breath away. 

"Am I better than the first girl you fucked?" Peg didn't know why she asked, 
but she had to know. 

"Yeah, she was cherry and scared at first." 

Peg said nothing, but she was scared too-afraid and ashamed of her 
responses. Bill's hot, plunging cock spread the heat of friction through her 
loins like a raging wild fire. 

She gasped shocked, desperate moans, circling her arms around his neck. Peg 
hugged with lewd passion while her hips bucked under his hammering thrusts. 

He grinned and kissed her parted lips, thrusting with his tongue. She sucked 
on his tongue and cunt-rippled his cock at the same time, no longer able to 
think about immorality. Peg's need for pleasure overpowered all her 
misgivings. 

Gurgles and moans rumbled in her chest. They jabbed their tongues back and 
forth while his cock pumped in and out with the relentless strength of young 
lust. Bill forgot about her being his mother. She was just a great fuck-a 
lewd bitch who loved each stabbing thrust of his cock. 

He ground down on her ripe pussy mound and hissed breath like hot steam, 
straining his muscles as his cock fired. 

She groaned. Jism burned into her like a flaming hot jet. His surging cock 
pumped cum in searing spurts that came so fast, it felt like a steady 
stream. 

Bill broke their tongue-thrusting kiss and raised his head to look in her 
dazzled eyes. "You like it, don't you? You like fucking your son." 

"Y-y-yes!" she cried. 

Peg blushed with shame, but she could not deny the spasms of pleasure that 
made her pussy clench and squirm like sucking lips that encircled his cock. 

He drained himself and still felt her pussy suck and squirm to get more. 
Somehow, fucking his mother seemed more exciting than fucking his sister. 
And Bill brought her to a cunt-writhing climax. 

Bill hardly paused for breath. New confidence kept his cock erect, despite 
the draining delight of orgasm with his mother. He grinned at her. "Now I 
want your ass." 

"Oooh, no!" Peg's ass was still burning from the dog cock that caught her by 
surprise. 

"It's not cherry. You gave it to a God damn dog, you can damn sure give it 
to me!" 

Bill arched back and let his springy prick slide out of her rippling wet 
cunt. 

The shaft glistened with a slick coating of smeared cum. He angled it down 
and poked the moist head between her trembling ass cheeks. 

"Please don't!" she cried. 

But he was already humping cock into her. Bill felt her tight, hot ass start 
to spread. It was tighter than her cunt, and tougher than his sister's 
cherry. Clenching spasms fought against him every inch of the way. 

Bill's cock reminded her of what the dog had done. It made her guilt 
feelings swell into a flooding torrent of shame. First a dog and now her son 
was fucking her ass. Incest, sodomy and bestiality, all in one day. 

Still Peg could not stop her ass from responding. It clenched against 
intrusion, but then rippled and welcomed violation. She gasped, trying to 
soothe her screaming conscience. Sex with a man had to be less shameful than 
with a dog-even if it was her young son delighting her now. 

He saw the way her expression changed, soft lips pulled tight and into a 
grin. The misty haze of tears in her pale brown eyes cleared to a faraway 
look of rapture. 

All the lonely, empty pain of widowhood washed away with her tears. Peg's 
sorrowful spirit felt refreshed, like a woman reborn. She had two men now, 
both younger than she was, both fierce with lewd passion for her, and both 
astoundingly virile. 

She ass-fucked her son's driving cock in a frenzy of screaming delight, 
grinding her clit against the sharp ridge of his pelvic bone. That triggered 
another climax. Peg bucked and humped when she felt his cum spurt into her 
ass-hole. 

Bill's eyes winced shut as his breath huffed. The delight of fucking ass 
made his mind swirl. 

A virgin that morning, and now he had two women-his sexy mother and his 
younger sister. He couldn't help looking smug when her clinging ass-hole 
took his last shot and still rippled with anxious desire. 

"Now I want you to suck my cock," he said, pressing to see how far she'd go. 

"Not after it's been up my ass." 

"You afraid it'll taste like doggie-jizz, Mom?" 

"Please, don't keep reminding me of that. It won't happen again." 

Bill eased his sagging cock from her ass. "It already has. Remember asking 
why all the dogs in the kennel were barking?" 

"Yes-" That seemed years ago, a matter of slight concern now that her son 
had fucked both her pussy and ass. 

"They're fucking Bonnie just like that Saint Bernard fucked you." 

Peg's face paled. Her small body trembled as though blood in her veins had 
suddenly changed to ice water. 

"N-n-no, not my innocent little girl!" 

"Not so innocent any more. She's been dog-licked and dog-dicked at least a 
dozen times by now." 

"Oooh, God!" Peg could only think that her whole family was going to 
hell...and that she was leading the way. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Greg Stanton started on the list of chores Peg wanted done. First was fixing 
the back door latch in the kennel, that could not be opened from the inside. 
Hearing a discordant chorus of barking and howling dogs as he approached, he 
knew there was something more wrong than a lock needing repair. 

Inside the long, metal-roofed building he found all the male dogs running 
loose. Cage doors stood open, and they prowled in the center aisle. Greg and 
his faithful Saint Bernard started herding the free-roaming dogs back into 
cages. 

He found most of them in a snarling scramble inside a cage marked Diablo. 
That had to be the black, devilish-looking Doberman that growled with fangs 
bared, when he approached the open door. Greg didn't want to get into a dog 
fight. 

His first thought was to slam the wire mesh door locking the Dobie and four 
other dogs inside. He would sort them out later. But then he saw a young 
girl's cute little ass hanging out of the dog house door. And a slender, 
sinister-looking Irish wolfhound was humping into her from behind. 

That had to be Peg's daughter. He glared at the Dobie. "Sit!" 

The black dog gave a half-hearted snarl, but then obeyed. Diablo sat with 
his tongue hanging out, panting and wagging his stubby tail. 

"Good boy." Greg took hold of the Doberman's choke chain. "Now, heel!" 

Diablo followed him obediently, a well-trained dog anxious to please. Greg 
locked him in an empty cage with no name. 

Then he cleared out the three other dogs. 

By that time, the lanky Irish wolfhound had fired his load of dog jism into 
the girl's wringing cunt and then pulled out. Greg grabbed the sated dog's 
collar and led him away. 

Coming back, he saw Bonnie crawling out of the dog house. She looked 
sad-eyed like a basset hound, stumbling weak-kneed toward the open door. 

Greg caught the naked girl in his arms. 

She cried, "Oooh, thank you." 

He stroked a hand through her silky, red-golden hair and lightly fingered 
the smarting scratch marks on her lower back and trim little ass. 

"I've been fucked by more dogs than I can count," she moaned. 

"Don't worry. I've got them all back in their cages." 

But, as Greg spoke so reassuringly, Bernie lapped the girl's ass with his 
rasping tongue. Her pussy and ass both dribbled dog jizz and the lecherous 
Saint Bernard liked the taste. 

She cringed and jerked, grinding her small body hard against Greg's 
stiffening cock. Bonnie was only trying to get away from the dog's lewd, 
wagging tongue. 

"Bernie, stop that!" he yelled. 

The Saint sat down with a grumpy noise, still staring hungrily at her 
dripping pussy and ass. 

"My brother did this to me! He tore my cherry, then tossed me to the dogs." 
Of course Bonnie said nothing about all she'd done to bring it on. 

"You, your mom and him will have to straighten that out later," Greg said. 
"Right now, why don't we get you cleaned up? A nice hot bath will make you 
feel a lot better." 

"I'd like that," she agreed. 

Bonnie felt better already. She liked being held and looked after by the 
ruggedly handsome young man. And the pressure of his big cock against her 
dog-raped pussy made her tingle and squirm despite all she'd been through. 

"My name's Greg, by the way. Greg Stanton. I'm going to be helping out 
around here this summer." 

She grinned. "I know. We saw how you were helping Mother...you and your 
Saint Bernard." 

"Oooh-" 

"That's what started all this," Bonnie went on. 

"I met your brother. He seems like a nice boy." 

"He's all right. If I liked boys. I think someone older and more experienced 
is what I need." 

Greg grinned as they circled the main house, heading toward the guest 
cottage out back. "Sounds like Bill is getting more experience right now." 

Bonnie stopped outside the living room window and listened closely. She 
could hear her brother's lusty grunts and a woman's gurgling moans. "Who's 
he got now?" 

"I think that's your mother." Greg winked slyly. "The voice sounds 
familiar." 

The old farm house had a raised foundation that put the window too high for 
Bonnie to see through. She strained on tiptoes, gripping the sill, jumping 
up to see in. 

Greg watched her ripening young tits jiggle. Dog jism and traces of blood 
from her freshly torn cherry were dripping out of her pussy, filling the 
still, summer air with a scent that made the lumbering Saint Bernard sniff 
anxiously and paw the ground. 

Inside, Peg's strangled moans of delight grew steadily louder. 

"Lift me up!" the girl begged. 

"Sure you want to watch?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. I got sooo excited watching her with you!" 

"Well, then-" Greg gripped her slender waist from behind, lifting and 
ducking his head between her legs. She sat on his shoulders when he 
straightened up. 

Bonnie was naked and unashamed, warmed by the summer sun and the sex noises 
coming from inside the house. Peering under a window shade pulled down not 
quite to the bottom of the glass, she saw her mother on her knees by the 
couch. 

Peg's hands clamped on Bill's naked ass cheeks, indenting his taut flesh 
while he fucked his long, slender cock down his mother's throat. 

Bonnie gulped. "Ohhh, my God! She's sucking his cock. He's cumming in her 
mouth. He's got so much jism it makes her cheeks puff. It's dribbling down 
her chin, dropping on her tits-" 

The girl's voice pitched higher as she went on with the play-by-play like an 
excited sports-caster, "-now she's fondling and milking his balls to get 
more!" 

Clenching waves of motion stirred the flood of dog jism and cherry stain 
that filled Bonnie's cunt to its quivering lips. That slick flow and her 
fragrant fuck honey anointed the back of Greg's neck. 

Her warm, sun-bronzed thighs hugged his cheeks and he felt her tender young 
cunt squirming wet and wild at the base of his skull. Greg's big cock 
swelled harder, like it was trying to rip out of his pants. An anxious 
heartbeat hammered it full of lusty blood. 

Once at the ski resort where he worked, he spent a night with a mother and 
daughter combination. What a night that was! The mother wanted her young 
daughter broken in right, not by some fumbling kid in the back seat of a 
car. So she sucked and clit-licked the girl hot for him, then Greg popped 
her cherry while the mother watched-getting so hot that he fucked her next. 

Now Greg had visions of an even nicer time with these two. Peg was good and 
her young daughter might be even better. The way her wet pussy hugged and 
pumped at the back of his neck made his cock ache. 

But little Bonnie was not yet a complete wanton. Her stomach began to seethe 
and churn when she thought about swallowing jism. She couldn't help thinking 
her mother was a real slut-first fucking a young man and his dog and now 
sucking off her own son! 

"What a bitch!" Bonnie moaned. 

Watching her mother with Bill helped ease her own guilty conscience. She had 
climaxed dozens of times with dogs in the kennel. 

"Let's go back," she said suddenly. 

"Back where?" Greg only wanted to get her into the guest cottage. 

"To the kennel. I want to send some dogs into the house. Diablo, the Great 
Dane and that bulldog named Winston." 

"You really want to do that?" 

"Yes, and I want to watch. Mom's always been such a prude!" 

"Okay." 

Greg eased back from the window and set Bonnie back on her feet. The 
love-hate relationship between mothers and daughters had always intrigued 
him. 

They walked back to the kennel together. Bonnie put a leash on Diablo and 
let him out. Greg got Winston, the jowly bulldog with stubby legs, and a 
towering Great Dane that stood taller than his waist. 

Bonnie led the way, straining to hold Diablo. The lean, black dog seemed to 
sense that something exciting was about to happen. Greg followed, leading 
the other two-an oddly mismatched pair. The bulldog's belly, cock and balls 
barely cleared the ground. If the black and white Dane reared up, he would 
stand taller than a man, and Greg could see the big dog had a cock most men 
would envy. 

Diablo tugged at his leash and pulled Bonnie up the front steps, drawn by 
the sound of human sex noises inside the house and by the scent of sweaty 
lust that only a dog's sensitive nose could detect outside. 

"Ssshhh!" she cautioned, when the Dobie yipped anxiously, clawing at the 
front door. Bonnie opened it quietly and then let Diablo off his leash. The 
dog barked and ran into the house, anxiously sniffing the air. 

Greg let the bulldog and Great Dane off their leashes too. They followed the 
Doberman-one waddling like an ugly duckling, the other with bounding leaps 
twice the length of a man's stride. 

Bonnie closed the door behind them. "Quick, let's go back to the window. Put 
me on your shoulders again, so I can watch." 

Peg groaned lewdly when Bill eased his drained cock from her mouth. She 
licked and smacked her lips, swallowing his last spurt of cum. His long, 
rubbery shaft drooped with a pearly drop still clinging to his cum slit. She 
flicked out her tongue and licked it off. 

Bill liked having his mother on her knees, humbled and shamed like a slave. 
"I gotta rest a few minutes. Get me another beer." 

"Yes, dear." Peg stood up and swelled her luscious tits with a sigh of 
resignation. Now that she'd fucked and sucked off her son, the woman knew 
she would never be a normal mother again. 

In the kitchen, she uncapped a frosty, long-necked bottle of beer. Walking 
back, Peg felt both shame and a sense of exhilaration. It thrilled her, 
having two virile young men, after so long with no man at all. 

But wanting them both presented a new problem. Would her two anxious young 
men be jealous of each other? And where would Bonnie fit in? 

Peg was lost in deep thought when she handed Bill his second bottle of beer. 
He sat naked on the couch with his long legs spread, smiling up at her like 
a sultan with his newest slave girl. "How 'bout a glass?" 

She gritted her teeth, not at all pleased with the way Bill was taking 
control. But what could she say? If she argued, he'd only remind her of how 
she had shamed herself by fucking with a big dog. 

As though the sound came from her nagging conscience, Peg heard barking and 
yipping in the front hall. She stepped back into the living room and shook 
her head. Diablo rushed at her, with his tongue hanging out. 

He sniffed and lapped at her pussy. Licking Bonnie's pussy taught him that 
human bitches enjoyed that. But this woman screamed and staggered back, 
trying to push him away. "Stop that! Damn you!" 

The Dobie gave a menacing growl, and then the Great Dane came bounding into 
the room, followed by the waddling bulldog with droopy jowls and rubbery 
lips dribbling spit. 

Peg cried, "Ohhh, Jeeezus!" 

She had always liked dogs before this. They frightened her now. 

Bill laughed. "Your friend Greg must have turned them loose. He knows how 
you love dogs!" 

"Make them stop!" his mother screamed hysterically. 

The Doberman dodged her flailing arms and licked at her cunt. The Great Dane 
got behind her and bowed his head down to lick her ass-hole. Both dogs had 
acquired a taste for jism and human bitch juices. The slobbering bulldog 
paced anxiously back and forth, not tall enough to reach either hole. 

Peg whirled and tried to push the Great Dane away, but then the Doberman 
licked his raspy tongue between her legs from behind. She howled, turned 
back and tripped over the bulldog. 

Winston yelped as she went down, crashing on her back on the living room 
rug. 

"Billy, help me!" his mother screamed. 

He bristled at being called a little boy's name. "Help yourself. You know 
what they want." 

Bill laughed and pulled at his beer, forgetting that he'd asked for a glass. 
Watching his mother try to fight off three sex-crazed dogs with stiff cocks 
was much more exciting. 

She rolled over, dragged herself up on her hands and knees and tried to 
crawl away. Diablo saw her in the bitch dog position and leaped to pump at 
her with his pointed cock. 

He pawed her back with his front legs, gripping to hang on while she twisted 
and squirmed. The Dobie's hips blurred behind her, fucking wildly even 
before his sharp cock could find the hole. 

He jabbed hot doggie prick at her ass one time and her pussy the next, but 
Peg's frantic bucking and writhing kept him from rooting his anxious cock in 
either one. 

The blurring fast thrusts drove Peg forward, between the towering Dane's 
front legs. She jarred to a stop and gasped in shock, when she saw his big 
dog cock hanging down in front of her head. 

The moment she paused, stricken with disgust, gave Diablo the chance he 
needed. He humped forward, clawing her sides with his front paws, and fucked 
into her pussy with hot, stabbing fast thrusts. 

"Oooh!" Peg gasped with her mouth gaping. Because she'd sucked and swallowed 
her son's jism, her mouth smelled like a fuck hole to the Great Dane. He 
hunkered down and pumped his hips at her head. 

"Nnnooo! Ummmphhh!" Now Peg had a dog cock in her cunt and her mouth at the 
same time. The Dane's jabbing thrusts rocked her head back under his belly. 
It felt like he might break her neck. 

Peg was on her hands and knees, pinned between two fucking dogs. The black 
Dobie burned her pussy with the friction of blurring fast thrusts. The Dane 
jarred all her other senses and filled her mouth with a bitter dog taste. 

Bill calmly went on sipping his beer, watching the bulldog waddle beneath 
her. Peg's tingling clit bulged from its juicy sheath, and he licked it with 
a tongue like two pounds of raw liver. 

Greg lifted Bonnie to peer through the window. She giggled and squirmed, 
clenching her hot dripping cunt against the back of his neck. "God, she's 
doing all three at once!" 

Bill heard her and saw his little sister's bright, leering eyes peer under 
the window shade. "Guess what? Bonnie's watching again." 

Peg shuddered and moaned in despair. She was being fucked by one dog and 
forced by his hammering thrusts to suck another, while a third licked her 
clit with a slobbering big tongue. That was all bad enough. Knowing that her 
young daughter was watching made it even worse. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Diablo's pointed dog prick burned in her pussy, pumping so hard and fast 
that it felt like her fuck honey had started to boil. The sleek black dog's 
blurring thrusts rammed her under the towering Dane, making her whole body 
tremble as she sucked his man-sized cock. 

A white sheath of fur slipped back, pushed by her quivering lips. Hot, slimy 
red cock prodded the soft back of her mouth. Peg moaned disconsolate noises, 
down on her hands and knees, under one dog and being ridden by another. 

And the bulldog's meaty big tongue kept lapping at her cunt slit, noisily 
slurping down her simmering sex juices. His rough tongue lashed her swollen 
clit bud, firing obscene shocks of eerie delight into her, with each stroke. 

The bulldog made hungry, growling noises, rocking back and forth beneath her 
on his stubby legs. His bulbous head and blubbery jowls burrowed deep into 
her wet crotch. The dog grew increasingly anxious. 

Bill smiled. "Hey, Ma...licking your cunt isn't enough for old Winston. You 
better make him happy, or he'll eat you alive." 

"Wh-what m-m-more can I do?" The words came distorted by the Great Dane's 
big cock jamming into her mouth. 

"Jack him off," Bill suggested. 

He watched with the unemotional curiosity of a scientist conducting 
laboratory experiments. He was enjoying his sexy mother's displeasure and 
wondering how far she would go. 

Peg moaned and reached a trembling hand under the bulldog's stout, low-slung 
body. Winston pumped his muscular hips, making frenzied fuck motions while 
licking and nipping at her pussy lips. She felt his meaty cock and swaying 
ball sac fill the palm of her small hand. 

Winston growled contentedly. She fondled his cock in its furry sheath and 
teased his heavy balls with her wavering fingertips, gasping and moaning as 
the other two dog cocks drilled into her mouth and cunt. 

She stroked back the furry outer cover of flesh and felt Winston's slimy hot 
prick slide in the palm of her hand. The pointed shape intrigued her. So did 
the sleekness. It was not ridged with bulging veins like a man's cock. It 
felt more like a burning hot brass nozzle. 

And the bulldog's balls swayed in a pouch of soft, slick fur that tantalized 
her teasing fingers. The strange new sensations of animal sex delighted and 
tormented her, but Peg softly gripped Winston's cock and began to jack him 
off. 

Her small, ripe body rocked back and forth above him, rammed forward by 
Diablo's pussy-spearing cock, thrust back by the Dane fucking into her 
mouth. She pumped Winston's doggie prick faster, thrilled and appalled by 
the feel of it, in her gliding hand. 

Peg was sobbing, thinking a woman could sink no lower than this-dog fucking 
and sucking and jacking another one off. 

Her pleasure defied explanation. Even knowing that her son, her daughter and 
her handsome young lover were watching every move added spice to the bestial 
passion that boiled through her veins. 

Pulsing tremors of climax seethed in her cunt, clenching and surging the 
fuck muscles that gripped the Doberman's cock. Her throat rippled and sucked 
on the Dane, delighting them both, and her hand moved faster beneath the 
bulldog. 

Bonnie sat perched on Greg Stanton's broad shoulders outside, hugging his 
neck with her creamy smooth thighs, oozing her sex juices down his back. 

She peered under the partly closed window shade. "Jeeez! The Dobie is 
balling her brains out. And she's sucking the Dane and hand-jacking a 
bulldog!" 

"A three dog night," Greg remarked with a lewd grin. 

"What?" Bonnie had heard the expression before, but never knew what it 
meant. 

Stanton explained. "Men who drive dog sleds...when it's bitter cold, they 
let one of the dogs sleep in their bed. Colder than that, they need two dogs 
to stay warm. When it's really bad, it's a three dog night." 

"They're keeping Mom warm all right!" The girl laughed. "She's going into 
orgasm! Wow...I get hot just watching. Three dog cocks at once! What a 
bitch!" 

Peg's balance was precarious even before the contractions of climax began. 
She was hunched on her knees, braced now with only one hand. The lusty 
little widow swayed and trembled, sucking harder on the Dane's cock to 
steady herself. 

She caressed Winston's weighty balls each time her hand slid down to the 
root of his cock. He humped back at her ecstatically, licking and sucking 
her dog-fucked cunt until her fuck honey was a shimmering froth. 

She moaned. "Aaaggghhh!" 

Diablo came first. The sleek black body hunched over her ass tensed and 
trembled. His sharp pointed cock twitched and spat searing hot jets of dog 
jism. Peg squealed sounds of wild rapture, then the Dane rammed deep in her 
throat and fired too. 

Twin streams of dog jism burned into her. One filled the depths of her 
pussy. The other slid down her throat. like two raging floods of liquid 
fire, they surged toward each other. Peg felt wrenching spasms when the two 
streams of jism clashed in the pit of her gut. She gurgled and moaned, 
clenching her warm hand and the bulldog's cock began jetting too. 

His spurting, silver-white cum splattered the rug between her bent knees. 
Watching the one jetting cock she could see clearly gave Bonnie a good idea 
what the other two were doing inside her mother. 

"She's got them all going now! And she's cumming with them! Oooh, 
God...she's cumming sooo hard!" 

Bonnie's firm young thighs clamped like a vise around Greg's neck and 
trembled as though spasms of climax had somehow passed from mother to 
daughter through the window glass. 

Greg said, "You must need some of what she's getting." 

"Yeeesss! Oh God, yes! I can't just watch. I want you to fuck me. I want to 
feel a man's big cock!" 

Learned scholars might discuss Peg Foster's deviant behavior for weeks and 
still miss the most obvious conclusion-that she simply enjoyed sex and felt 
no need to limit that pleasure to animals of her own kind. She loved dogs in 
a way few people are able to understand. 

Peg screamed as her grinding climax reached a shivering peak. The Great 
Dane's drained cock popped out of her gaping mouth. She heaved a long sigh 
as the sharp tremors of orgasm started to fade. 

She flopped on her back and tried to regain her breath. All three dogs 
licked her adoringly. Diablo tongued the dripping cunt he'd just fucked. The 
Dane slathered her smiling face and the bulldog licked her heaving tits. 

Bill finished his beer, stunned by his mother's responses. She squirmed on 
the floor under three licking dog tongues, cooing and making throaty animal 
noises. 

A sliver of sunlight came through the crack under the window shade. It 
slanted across nipples that sheened with sweat and dog spit. Her lips parted 
and her tongue flicked out while the Great Dane bent over her. She was 
French kissing a dog! Peg sucked his tongue into her mouth and pushed back 
with her own. 

Winston waddled away from her tits, sniffing at her splayed cunt. Diablo was 
still licking, but the horny bulldog nosed him aside. She laughed 
distractedly. "What's the matter, boy? Wasn't my hand good enough for you?" 

Obviously not. The squat, powerfully built dog reared up and lunged forward, 
straddling her slender waist with his stubby front legs. Peg giggled like a 
delighted school girl. She sprawled on her back with legs spread, knees 
raised, and the bulldog wedged himself between them. 

He pumped his hips, grumbling and growling, thrusting to find her reeking 
cunt slit. 

"Oooh, Winston! You've got the best doggie prick of them all. It's so thick 
and hot! Oooh, yes! That's it! Fuck me, you ugly bastard! Fuck me right out 
of my mind!" 

Winston braced his stubby hind legs to jab powerful thrusts into her cunt. 
His hairy upper body pressed on her belly, pulsing with warmth. His clawed 
front feet raked her sides to gain leverage. 

Peg arched her ass off the floor and humped back at him, squealing and 
howling as she took his jack-hammering cock into her. The Doberman and Great 
Dane stood by her head, both watching curiously, with panting tongues 
hanging out. 

She reached a hand up on each side and fondled the pair of dog cocks that 
flanked her tossing head. "Oooh! Aaahhh! Hhhmmm! Give it to me, Winston. 
Give me all you've got!" 

The bulldog wagged his stubby little tail each time she said his name. That 
reamed his hard driving cock side-to-side in her clinging cunt hole. At the 
same time, Peg started jacking-off the other two, deftly teasing and 
fondling their pointed pricks, while finger stroking their hairy ball sacs. 

Her deft, smooth gliding hands teased them both to eruption. Both dogs 
hunkered down, yelping anxiously as their cocks fired. Peg lewdly aimed the 
spitting, silver-white streams of cum at her heaving tits. 

Dog jism splashed on her swollen nipples, hot, slick and sticky. The warmth 
flowed into her and Peg writhed delightedly. Winston growled and came to a 
climax a moment later. He tensed, snarling through a tightly clenched jaw 
while his cock fired. 

"Three at once!" the woman cried. "I have dog jism in me and on me! And I 
love it! I want more! Get more dogs from the kennel. Please, Bill!" 

He muttered, "Ohhh, shit!" 

He left the room, feeling that his hold over her had been broken. There was 
no shaming a bitch who liked fucking with dogs, and no way Bill could watch 
any more. 

"Please, Bill! Bring me the wolfhound, the black Lab and any other big dog 
you can find!" 

He growled. "Bitch! You belong in a cage with the rest of them!" t t t 

Greg took Bonnie to the guest cottage. They filled the bathtub with soothing 
warm water and soaked naked together, softly caressing each other with soapy 
hands. After rough sex with her brother and gang rape by a pack of snarling 
dogs, she shivered ecstatically with each tender, gliding touch. 

He fondled her budding young tits, and she stroked his big cock underwater, 
stirring a miniature whirlpool as she whipped her anxious hand up and down 
the long shaft. 

His tanned, ruggedly handsome face and restless, yearning eyes enthralled 
her. Greg liked her small body and soft features. She had a doll-like look 
of sweet innocence despite all she'd been through in the kennel. To Bonnie 
that seemed like a bad nightmare now, that faded when he smiled at her and 
that vanished completely when they kissed. 

The Saint Bernard waited patiently while they toweled each other dry. Then 
he padded along behind them when Greg took her to the bedroom. 

"I don't think your mom expected you to be in it when she made the bed up 
for me," Greg said. 

Bonnie giggled and tossed back the bedcovers. "What can she say? She fucks 
her own son and then goes at it with three dogs." 

"She's made some startling discoveries in a short time," he said. 

Bonnie stretched out on the bed, spreading her legs and sliding her hands 
down to finger her freshly washed pussy slit. "That's what I want to 
do...discover what a man's big cock feels like inside me." 

"You don't mind that it was in your mother not long ago?" 

"I don't mind at all. That makes it all the more exciting for me." 

Greg climbed on the bed and knelt between her spread legs. Bonnie shivered 
and sighed anxiously, teasing her clit to bring up the lubricating warmth of 
her simmering fuck honey. His stiff, throbbing cock was so big now, it 
frightened her. 

He grinned, watching her eyes widen, then bowed his head and kissed her 
quivering cunt lips. Greg lazed his tongue through her sparse young pussy 
fur and nibbled at her cunt that was cherry until a short time ago. 

His wagging tongue still caught tangy, copper-tasting traces of seeping 
blood. The wound was still fresh, and he knew his cock would make it much 
bigger. He sucked and tongued into her. 

"Aaahhh!" She sighed, arching and bucking her hips. His tongue wiggled into 
the freshly torn seal of her maidenhead. He sucked and teased with gentle 
thrusts to widen the split in her tender flesh. 

The sharp tips of a dozen dog pricks had not thoroughly enlarged the painful 
tear. Greg probed with his tongue and twirled her nipples at the same time. 
Bonnie twisted and squirmed, heaving ragged gasps of hot breath in and out. 

"I want to sleep here with you," she moaned. "I don't want to go back in the 
big house with my brother, my mother and those awful big dogs!" 

"I've got a big dog too," he reminded her. 

"Yes, I know...but he seems so gentle." 

Greg flashed an inviting smile. "So am I. Why don't you get on top the first 
time? You can let yourself down easy." 

"Hhhmmm," she purred. "I think that's a good idea!" 

He turned on his back and stretched out beside her, folding his hands behind 
his head. Greg's massive cock stood fully hard, slanting toward his chin. 

"Can I suck it first?" she asked. 

"Sure, baby. You can do anything you want." 

Bonnie's soft lips began to quiver. She hunched on her knees and bent over 
him, bowing her head down. Warm, tender young hands gripped his cock root 
and raised the knobbed head. The girl held her breath, shivering in 
delighted anticipation. 

She said, "I feel like a virgin. like this is my first time. The first with 
someone I really want." 

Greg gave her a delighted little grin. The girl's hands lovingly fondled his 
rigid cock shaft, gliding timidly up and down. The length and girth of it 
made her fearful, but the sleek, damp warmth of desire was seeping from her 
cunt slit. 

Bonnie circled her lips and shyly kissed the swollen knob of his cockhead. 
She felt sparkling tremors course down her spine, heating her simmering sex 
juices even more. 

"God, it's sooo big. And so beautiful!" 

She opened her mouth and sealed her lips around the soft ridge between his 
cockhead and the steely hard shaft. Bonnie sucked and stroked her tongue 
over the ball-like head that nearly filled her tiny mouth. 

"Yuuummm," she cooed. 

Greg's recently washed cock had a fresh, clean taste that entranced her. 
Bonnie began to bob her head up and down, casting her eyes on his handsome 
face. Being with such a great-looking guy made her worst memories start to 
fade. The things her brother and the dogs had done seemed far away and foggy 
in her young mind. 

Her rippling lips inched down his hard shaft, sucking so that her cheeks 
collapsed to sheath the thick rod of flesh in her clinging, damp warmth. 

The rubbery big cock-knob pushed to the back of her mouth. Bonnie gasped and 
made an anxious, gurgling noise. She knew her mother had sucked his cock all 
the way to the root, but now Bonnie could not imagine how any woman could 
swallow that much. 

Bonnie's throat clenched and quivered around the padded head of his cock. 
She kept pressing down, but the straining fullness in her wet tunnel made 
her want to gag. 

Greg pulled back. "Turn around. The angle's not right. Straddle my head and 
approach it the other way." 

She giggled. "If I do that, you'll eat my pussy while I'm sucking your 
cock." 

"That's the idea. I want you really hot when we fuck for the first time." 

"Oooh, Greg! I love you! You're the most wonderful man in the world!" 

Still purring throaty love noises, she swiveled around and straddled his 
head, pressing her sparsely furred pussy slit to his waiting mouth. 

Bonnie felt his tongue flick her clit bud. Surging tremors of joy shot up 
her spine and made her mouth widen. Her throat rippled and lost the 
tightness of constricting fear. She pressed her head down and felt the entry 
to her sleek tunnel expand. 

Greg's big cock eased into her clinging throat. His tongue wiggled and 
teased her cunt slit. Bonnie gasped choked noises of absolute rapture and 
rammed her head down, breathing a deep, strangled moan as his cock filled 
her throat. 

He fucked his tongue into her cunt and teased around the torn rim of her 
cherry, tasting faint traces of blood which seeped even more because of her 
intense pussy writhing. Bonnie was even more eager and more anxious for hot 
sex than her widowed mother. Greg could not help thinking that having both 
of them at his beck and call would make this a great summer! 

Her reddish-gold hair fanned around his prick root, silky soft and 
shimmering radiantly as she bobbed her head, pulling with her lips to 
swallow all the hot cock length that she possibly could. 

The girl's dazzled eyes widened when she saw there were still three inches 
of cock she hadn't sucked in. Its throbbing thickness filled her throat so 
that she couldn't see how she could take in any more. 

But Greg was fucking his tongue in her cunt, delighting her with each 
wiggling thrust. Her pussy seethed and squirmed, rippling wildly to keep a 
taut grasp on him. She swayed on her knees, rocking back and forth between 
his stiff cock and the tongue fucking her cunt. 

Her throat strained to swallow another inch, gulping and groaning, so choked 
with delicious big cock that she could not breathe when she bowed her head 
down. Bonnie bobbed her head up, gulped a breath and sucked him in again. 

Greg arched his back and began to push, making fuck motions with his 
muscle-strapped hips. He tongued her sweet young cunt and pumped his prick 
down her clinging throat. Bonnie's lithe, trim body twisted and squirmed in 
wild rapture, swirling her tawny hair as her head bobbed faster. 

She slammed down to the root of his cock and felt blonde pubic hair tickle 
her soft lips. Bonnie gasped and gurgled sounds of sheer delight. She had 
done it! She had swallowed all of his big cock! 

Her lungs burned for lack of breath, but she kept her head down and fondled 
his balls, teasing to make him cum. Greg's thrusting, clit-fucking tongue 
had whipped her pussy almost to orgasm. In a few seconds she knew they would 
both climax together. 

This was more like she had always dreamed sex would be-loving and warm and 
more exciting than anything else in this world. Just thinking about Greg's 
rugged good looks made her shiver with pleasure. 

She felt his massive cock twitch and surge, then she felt a rushing hot 
blast of wet cum gush deep in her throat. So deep she could not taste it, 
only feel the sticking, sliding warmth gloss her rippling tunnel of sucking 
flesh. 

Bonnie slowly raised her head and caught the briny, salt-sweet taste when 
his jetting cockhead slipped out of her throat and throbbed inside her 
mouth. 

Now his spurting hot jism blurred her senses, tingling her taste buds in a 
way that made her heart beat wildly. Her cheeks puffed as he kept pumping 
the delicious stuff into her mouth. Her throat rippled and gurgled when she 
tried to swallow. 

Greg slathered her tongue and filled her mouth so that silvery cum dribbled 
from her tightly sealed lips. Her orgasm exploded at the same moment. 
Bonnie's mouth burst wide to scream in wild rapture. Dribbling cum came out 
of her mouth as she climaxed in a wiggling, hip-pounding fit of delight. 

The big Saint Bernard waiting patiently at the foot of the bed caught the 
scent of his master's cum and the reeking scent of the bitch girl's cunt. 
Instinct hardened his red, pointed cock. His big meaty tongue slobbered spit 
on the floor. 

Bonnie had forgotten all about the dog, but Bernie was about to remind he 
was still there. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Peg Foster felt restless when she finished with the three dogs and dejected 
when her son Bill refused to get more from the kennel. He got a six pack of 
beer from the fridge and said he was going down by the creek to cool off. 

"I'll go with you," she said. 

"No," he answered sternly. "I want to be by myself for awhile." 

Watching his mother delight herself with three dogs upset the boy more than 
he realized. The sight of her disgusted him now-standing there naked with 
animal cum and claw scratches all over her body. 

When he stalked out of the room, Peg started to weep tears of remorse. It 
wasn't hard to figure out what troubled her son. As the last shocks of lewd 
pleasure that came from being fucked by a bulldog began to fade, she felt 
shivering chills of shame take their place. 

Peg washed herself and put a soothing first aid cream on her scratches. Then 
she dressed in fresh clothes and took the dogs back to the kennel-Diablo, 
the sinister-looking black Doberman, the towering Great Dane and Winston, 
the lumbering bulldog. 

It took half an hour to get all the dogs back into their right cages. Peg 
forced herself to think of them just as animals, not as lusty sex partners. 
She wanted to blank all thoughts of bestiality from her mind now. 

But when she started back to the house, Peg heard her daughter's shrill 
wails of rapture coming from the room she'd fixed for Greg. Her heart 
skipped a beat, then her face paled and tensed with a grim look of jealousy. 

Bonnie was fucking the ruggedly handsome, young drifter. The widow heard 
babbled phrases that left no doubt about what they were doing. 

"Oooh, Greg! Your cock is so big! And my pussy must be tighter than 
mother's." 

"It sure is, doll! And still part-cherry." 

"Not for long!" Bonnie cried. "Aaagh! I can feel what's left of it start to 
tear!" 

Peg muttered angry, jealous curses under her breath. She stalked toward the 
window. Then she stopped, remembering how sick and shameful she thought it 
was when her children spied on her. But Bonnie's wailing voice pulled her 
toward the window like a magnet. 

"My cherry is ripping apart. Your cock is so big, it hurts more than my 
first time!" 

"But it hurts the way you like it," Greg replied in a rasping deep voice. 

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" 

Standing on tiptoes, Peg could see over the window sill. They had not pulled 
the shade all the way down. Through a two-inch gap at the bottom, she could 
see her daughter hunched over the handsome young drifter who had fueled her 
own smoldering desire for sex. 

But now her young daughter was slowly letting herself down on Greg's 
magnificent big cock, wincing and squirming as it tore through the remains 
of her cherry. 

Peg's fluttering eyes clamped shut, straining to stop a flood of tears. Her 
son had fucked his sister first and then left her for the dogs. Now Greg had 
her and was delighting the girl, letting her take her time getting settled 
on his upright cock. no 

Peg felt biting pangs of mixed emotion. First guilt for all she had done. 
Then a crushing sadness watching her innocent daughter who wasn't so 
innocent any more. Finally, seething jealousy because Peg wanted to be with 
Greg instead. 

She thought he was all that might save her from an insidious fascination 
with animal sex. But he was now fascinated with her young daughter's tight, 
willing young cunt. 

Shimmering streaks of red cherry stain glossed his vein-ridged cockshaft 
when Bonnie raised up on her knees, gasping and moaning, clenching his 
massive fuck muscle in her sparsely-haired cunt slit. 

Bonnie had not yet found the courage to push all the way down. She swayed 
for a moment high on her knees with lips taut and tears of anguished delight 
flowing down her suntanned cheeks. 

"It's too big!" she moaned. "I can't take it all!" 

Peg wanted to scream: I can! I love his big cock! But chilling shame kept 
her lips tightly sealed. It wasn't right for her to be watching like a 
Peeping Tom-watching her beautiful young daughter skewer herself on the cock 
Peg so adored. She groaned desperately. 

Greg smiled. "You can do it, Bonnie. Just let yourself go! Drop on that big 
fucker. It only' hurts for a little while. Then you'll feel pleasure beyond 
pain." 

"Hhhhmmmm?" she purred questioningly wavering on her knees with only the 
head of his long spear-like cock wedged in the quivering mouth of her soft, 
wet cunt slit. 

Peg felt apprehension just as she had the first time Greg stuck it all in 
her. Her pussy clenched, just as though he was about to do it again. She 
felt envy, but not the terrible gnawing jealousy she had felt before. 

Half under her breath, the widow muttered, "Go on, Bonnie! You can do it. 
Show him. Fuck that beautiful big cock, baby! Fuck him to death!" 

The window was closed, so Bonnie could not have heard her muttered words of 
encouragement, but the idea reached her in some unspoken way. Bonnie gritted 
her teeth and rammed her ass down, taking Greg's cock all the way to the 
root. 

A piercing scream rattled the window glass. Bonnie jerked back up, wincing 
and writhing and crying. "My God!" 

Peg could see heavier stains of red virgin blood smeared along the whole 
length of Greg's cock and felt a chill of sympathy for her daughter. 

But Bonnie's pained look quickly brightened to a smile. She tossed her head 
back and dropped on him again, swiveling her hips as she rammed down. 

"Good!" Peg exclaimed through gritted teeth. "Tear the last of your cherry 
away. Fuck him, baby...fuck him good!" 

That time Bonnie did hear her. She glanced toward the window and saw her 
mother's eyes staring intently from outside. The girl laughed. "Look who's 
peeking now." 

Greg turned his head toward the window, and smiled. "I don't think that's 
right, do you, Bonnie? I think what we're all doing should be out in the 
open, don't you?" 

"I-I guess so." 

Bonnie was bobbing faster now, lifting and dropping her lithe young body on 
Greg's upraised cock like a wanton, gasping and squealing in wild rapture. 

"Let's invite her in," Greg suggested. 

"To do what?" 

Bonnie was used to the thrilling strain of a man's big cock in her now, and 
she did not want to share it with anyone. 

"To sit on my face, like you're sitting on my cock. I can eat her and fuck 
you at the same time." 

Bonnie giggled without missing a beat, bobbing and writhing her cute little 
ass over him. Glimmering fuck honey from her anxious cunt slicked Greg's 
cock and diluted the smears of cherry stain to a rosy red glow. 

"That might be fun." She grinned lewdly and crooked a finger, wiggling it to 
invite her mother in. 

Peg hesitated a moment, but her clenching pussy was so hot and wet she could 
not resist. She ran to the door and went in, stripping off her clean clothes 
on the run. The idea of sharing a man with her pretty young daughter was so 
deliciously obscene that she could not resist. 

"Mother and daughter," Greg mused as she climbed up on the bed. "This is 
real togetherness." 

The lusty widow straddled his handsome face. "Shut up, Greg. Eat my pussy. I 
want to see if you're as good as the dogs." 

Bonnie's eyes locked with her mother's. For a moment they were both rigidly 
still, wracked by anxiety as the normal bond between mother and daughter 
crumbled away. Then they both grinned and a new feeling was bora. A 
splendidly lewd sensation gripped them both. 

Their heads came forward and their lips touched. It wasn't a maternal kiss, 
but pure passion, fresh and thrillingly new. They mauled their wet lips 
together and thrust tongues back and forth, sucking each other without 
shame. 

Peg gasped. "Oooh, baby! I love you!" 

"I love you too, Mom! Eat her, Greg. Make her cum with me." 

Greg nodded his head, grinding his nose on Peg's tingling wet clit bud. 
Shocks of pleasure made her twist and squirm, squealing in rapture. Bonnie 
fondled her mother's lush tits, twirling her nipples to make the woman wail 
even more. 

Mrs. Foster gazed bleary-eyed at her beautiful daughter, seething with 
frenzied delight when the girl's loving hands made her tits and nipples 
swell and surge with spreading heat. She cupped Bonnie's smaller young tits 
and returned the favor. 

Greg could see the two of them when Peg lifted her dripping cunt slit to 
feel just the wiggling tip of his tongue tease her clit. Mother and daughter 
were kissing again, fucking their tongues back and forth while they fondled 
each other's breasts. 

Bonnie pumped and twisted her hips, reaming and delighting her tight young 
pussy. Her mother sighed and whirled her hips, humping over Greg's head to 
feel his tongue thrust into her delighted hole. 

"Oooh! I'm cumming! Bonnie, cum with me, darling. That will make it just 
perfect!" 

"Yes, Mom. I'm almost there. Greg's cock is so great! God, it makes me feel 
like a real woman!" 

Her pussy clenched and squirmed, making squishy noises as she lurched up and 
down, thrilling her mother's tits with grasping hands at the same time. 

Greg decided it was time to give both his luscious bitches a treat. He 
brought his hands up and wet his middle fingers with honey that dripped and 
oozed from Bonnie's wonderfully tight little pussy. 

With both middle fingers slick and sheening, he reached his long arms in 
opposite directions. One settled under Bonnie's cute bobbing little ass and 
the other settled with the middle finger sticking up toward her mother's 
trim ass-hole. 

He teased around both puckered rims, delighting their ass-holes with 
delicate finger strokes that made them both gasp and wail. Slowly, he pushed 
into them-both beautiful asses at once. They had both taken dog cocks from 
behind, so the eerie sense of intrusion was not entirely new. But Greg 
wiggled his ass-probing fingers in a way that ignited a fierce surging of 
pleasure in them both. 

Mother and daughter wailed at the same time. Their wringing tight asses 
writhed and burned. Their pussies flooded honey, ripe with the scent of 
musk. They both climaxed, kissing and sucking and thrusting their tongues, 
fondling their tits like a pair of shameless wantons lost in wild rapture, 
which was exactly what they were now. 

Bernie, the hulking big Saint Bernard smelled two hot bitches and almost 
went out of his mind. His howling wails of frustration mixed with their 
delighted cries of orgasm. 

Greg sighed. "Poor Bernie...he feels left out." 

Bonnie's shrill wail settled into a lewd giggle as the shivering peak of her 
first great orgasm with a man's big cock started a downward slide into weary 
bliss. 

"Why don't you let him fuck my mother?" she said to Greg. 

"He's done that. I think Bernie would rather have you." 

"Nooo!" the girl cried, rising high on her knees. 

Greg's finger slipped out of her ass. Bonnie remembered the shame and 
torment of being dog-raped in the kennel. And she remembered how often that 
made her climax. For some reason, she did not want her mother to see 
anything like that. 

"I think a doggie prick up her ass would be good for my little girl. Bernie 
does it sooo well!" 

Mrs. Foster clamped her hands on Bonnie's shoulders and rammed the girl down 
on Greg's cock again. The hot, clinging tightness of her young cunt kept him 
hard. She gasped and shuddered as his huge prick filled her again. 

"Come on, Bernie!" Peg said. "Fuck Bonnie's sexy ass. With blood from her 
cherry smeared all around the rim, it must smell like a real bitch hole to 
you now." 

The bed lurched under the three of them when Bernie leaped up on the 
mattress behind Bonnie. Peg pulled her daughter's head forward, making the 
girl bow. 

"Eat me!" Peg humped her wet cunt at the girl's gaping mouth. "Suck mother's 
pussy and make me cum!" 

"Nooo!" Bonnie groaned. 

Bernie raised up and mounted her, dog-style from behind. His furry body 
pushed her down harder on Greg's cock and jammed her mouth at Peg's begging 
pussy. 

"Suck it, you little bitch! Lick your mother's clit. You've got two 
cocks...give me your tongue so we can share the pleasure." 

The big Saint Bernard pumped his hips in a furry blur, probing blindly until 
his sharp-pointed dog cock found the tightly clenched rim of her ass-hole. 

Bonnie howled, speared by the dog and his master at the same time. Her pussy 
and ass both strained and pulsed with the heat of furious friction. Trying 
to wiggle away from the dog only increased the strain of Greg's cock in her 
cunt. Jerking back from him for relief made the Saint's hot, slimy dog prick 
go farther into her ass. 

And the dog's hammering thrusts made her head bob, causing her lips to jar 
and jounce all around her mother's cunt slit. Greg was still sprawled on his 
back beneath them. Peg pressed forward to feel the tingling thrill of her 
daughter's mouth on her cunt, and he thrust with his tongue to tease the 
widow's ripe ass. 

The girl felt repulsed by the sharp, musky taste of her mother's cunt, but 
when Greg and the dog both rammed their cocks into her, Bonnie's tongue 
stuck out from the strain. She licked Peg's buttery clit nub and heard her 
mother wail with joy. 

Peg liked having two tongues in her almost as much as she did two cocks. And 
one of them being her own daughter's made it all the more delightful. 

She screamed. "Eat me, both of you! Lick and suck this bitch until she 
cums!" 

Looking down her daughter's back, Peg saw the slobbering Saint Bernard 
fucking Bonnie's ass with furious fast thrusts that she knew would make the 
girl's ass burn and smoke with lewd pleasure. Peg grinned at the dog. "Give 
it to her, Bernie. Make my bitch daughter love dog cock like I do!" 

For one brief moment, Mrs. Foster regretted admitting that she liked sex 
with the dogs. But then gave up all pretense and accepted her perverse 
desires. If she could not help giving into perversion, then she would share 
it. If her daughter also became a dog lover, the restless widow would not 
feel so terribly alone. t t t 

Bill took a cooling swim in the creek and downed a couple of beers while 
sprawled naked on the grassy bank. He enjoyed the solitude at first, but 
then began to wish his sister was there. 

She was the first to feel his horny cock and he wanted to do it again. He 
wanted to fuck her pussy and ass, and he wanted their bitch mother to watch. 
Why not? What was the terrible shame? They both fucked dogs and came to a 
climax with the growling beasts. Anything he did had to be better than that. 

He walked back toward the house, wondering where Bonnie was now. His long 
thin cock got raging hard just thinking about her. Bill did not have to 
wonder long. He heard his sister's thrilled cries of climax-his sister's and 
his mother's both mixed. Jesus, were they going at it like lesbians now? 

He crept up to the window of Greg's room and peeked in under the shade. He 
saw Bonnie's head and her sunny, red-golden hair flouncing up and down in 
his mother's crotch, and he saw the Saint Bernard fucking her from behind. 

"God damn!" 

When his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the shaded room, Bill saw that 
Greg was at the bottom of the lewd tangle of fur and flesh on the bed. 

The drifter was tongue-fucking Peg's ass. 

"Son of a bitch, he's got them both! They're crazy for his big cock! 
Completely, fucking crazy!" 

Then Bill heard car tires crunch in the gravel of the driveway behind him. 
He bolted from the window and ran into the house to get dressed. There was a 
customer coming, and his mother was in no shape to take care of business. 
She and his sister were cumming their own way. 

Bill looked back as the door was closing behind him. The car in their 
driveway was a Continental-real class-luxury on wheels. And it was a towing 
a horse trailer. 

Why would anybody bring a horse to a dog kennel? 

 CHAPTER NINE 

A woman stepped out of the car while Bill rushed to get dressed. She was 
tall, lithe and sleek-looking. Sexy, like a cat. But she was older than his 
mother. In her forties, he guessed. Her dark brown hair was starting to show 
streaks of silver. 

Bill walked outside, swaggering a little, trying to act cool, like he owned 
the place. The woman stood by the horse trailer, trying to calm a restless 
golden palomino inside. 

She said, "Whoa, boy. Easy. It's all right." 

All the dogs yipping and barking in the kennel upset the horse. The woman 
turned as Bill approached. 

"Are you in charge here?" She had a smooth, throaty deep voice. 

"Er, yeah...sort of. Right now, anyway." 

So much for being cool. Bill's gaze locked on her sharp, jutting tits. They 
looked elegant like the rest of her. Perfectly formed and so self-assured. 

"My-my mom's busy right now," he said, nervously wetting his taut, dry lips 
with a swipe of his tongue. 

The woman gave him a sly, knowing grin. "Yes, I heard." 

Now Bill could hear her as well. Peg's voice wailed like one of the howling 
dogs. Bonnie too. They were both cumming with Greg and his Saint Bernard. 

"I'm Cynthia Colby," the woman said. "You have taken care of my dog, the 
Pomeranian." 

"Oh, yeah." 

He remembered her now. Usually there was a guy with her. Older than she was, 
like sixty. Distinguished looking. An executive accustomed to giving orders. 
He did all the talking when they brought that dog in. 

"I remembered that you have a small stable and a fenced pasture not being 
used," she went on. 

"Yeah." It was part of the original farm, not used since the place was 
turned into a kennel. 

"I was hoping you'd keep my horse." 

"Oh, Jeeez-we only take care of dogs. I-I wouldn't know how much to charge 
for a horse." 

"I want to give him to you," the woman said. 

"Yours to keep." 

"Oooh, wow!" Bill was so excited, he didn't know what to say. 

"He was my husband's. Poor Stan, he died recently. The horse was his 
favorite, and seeing him without a rider makes me terribly sad." Her eyes 
misted with tears. "Pal is a stallion, too much for me to handle. I just 
want him to have a good home." 

"Jeeez, I don't know. I guess it's all right. I mean if you're going to give 
him away." 

"Yes, I can't spare the time to find a buyer. I want to be sure that Pal 
goes to a good home. And I really don't need the money." 

"Yeah, I can see that." 

He glanced at the luxury car with real leather upholstery, her stylish, 
expensive clothes and the diamonds flashing on her fingers. 

"All the tack is in the front compartment of the trailer." She was pleased 
by the dazzled look in the boy's eyes. 

"Tack?" Bill questioned. 

"The saddle, blanket and bridle. Pal's halter and a hackamore. Everything 
you'll need to ride and care for him." 

"Yeah, the tack. Sure. God, that's great!" 

"I'm glad you're so pleased. Now if you'll unload him for me, I'll be on my 
way. I can't bear to watch. The memories are too painful." 

Bill walked to the back of the trailer and opened a latch. That let the door 
down like a ramp. The horse whinnied and stomped his front hooves, nervously 
pawing the trailer floor. 

Bill didn't realize how damn big the horse was-almost taller than him at the 
shoulder. Well-muscled with powerful bands rippling nervously under his 
gleaming golden coat. And Bill had no idea how to back the animal up. 

He gripped a short lead rope dangling from a harness-like thing strapped 
around the horse's head. 

"Come on, Pal. Back up, boy. Easy does it. You got a new home..." 

The horse backed out of the trailer all right, but the dogs barked furiously 
when they saw him through the wire mesh wall of the kennel. The powerful 
golden palomino reared-up on his hind legs, flailing the air with his front 
hooves. 

"Oooh, shit!" Pal's wild pull on the lead rope jerked Bill's feet off the 
ground. He stumbled and felt like a fool with the woman watching him. 

He saw something else when the horse reared again. A huge black cock, the 
biggest fucking thing he'd ever seen! Shit, it must have been eighteen 
inches long, swaying back and forth like an obscene salami. 

Bill managed to quiet the horse and lead him to the stable which was way 
out, in back of the house. Away from the barking dogs, Pal calmed down and 
walked right along, sniffing the air curiously. 

By sight or scent, or maybe both, the horse seemed to know what the stable 
was for. Bill got him into the end stall with no difficulty. He closed the 
lower half of the Dutch-type door and walked back to the car. 

God damn, fucking Greg was there talking to the woman, unloading the saddle 
and other stuff, including a heavy feed sack. He was golden-blond and 
muscled like the horse she had just given away, and the woman seemed 
entranced. 

"It looks like we'll be making a trade," she said to Bill. 

"Oh? What kind of trade?" 

"You get my horse, and I get your handyman." 

Cripes, that Greg was a real fast worker! He already had his Saint Bernard 
in the back seat of her big car. 

"Cynthia needs my help more than your mother and sister," he said with a 
smile. "You can take care of them now, can't you, Billyboy?" 

Billy-boy. Jesus Christ! He hated that nickname. He had ever since they sang 
that stupid song in grade school-can she bake a cherry pie, Billy-boy, 
Billy-boy? 

"Yeah, I can take care of them," he snarled. 

Bill envied Greg, for being so damn slick with the women. He knew the ski 
ass would have that wealthy widow charmed out of her pants before they drove 
five miles in her imagine car. 

"The stuffs all unloaded, Cyn. Guess we can go now." 

He called her Cyn. A nickname already, like he'd known her all his life. And 
Bill knew by the look in her eyes, Greg would be getting to know her a lot 
better real soon. 

They got in the car and Greg drove, backing the trailer expertly to turn 
around. The woman sat close to him, a lot closer than she needed to in that 
big car. Bill wondered if he would ever have the looks and the charms to 
turn a bitch on like that...like there was nothing to it. 

What the hell, why worry? He was glad to see the guy go. Now there'd be no 
competition for his sister and his sexy mother. No competition, but the God 
damn dogs, that is. When he thought about them both getting so hot for 
fucking animal cocks, it still made him a little sick. 

It also gave Bill an idea-a wild, fucking crazy idea. The horse Pal had more 
cock than a whole damn kennel full of dogs. His mother and sister both said 
they liked big ones, and now their big blond hulk was on his way to try 
fresh pussy-pussy that was fucking rich along with being sexy. 

He wondered how they'd take that news. Fucking whores, they'd probably cry 
their eyes out. Then Bill saw them walking toward him, curious and kind of 
dazed with delight. 

"Where's Greg?" they both asked at once. 

"Gone," he answered smugly. "Drove off with a rich bitch id a big car." 

Bill pointed as the car and trailer turned on to the county road at the end 
of their driveway. 

"God damn," Bonnie moaned. "That's why he grabbed his stuff so fast." 

"That son of a bitch!" Peg fumed. 

"Don't worry. She left another blond with a big cock for you. A lot damn 
bigger than Greg's." 

His mother and sister both stared at him strangely. They knew by the odd 
gleam in Bill's eyes that he was not telling them all he knew. 

"You're kidding," Peg said. 

"No! God's honest truth. She said she knew we'd give him a good home. As if 
she knew how you two love animals." 

"Bill, there's no need to mention that. It's not going to happen again!" 

"Maybe not with the dogs," he said with a smirk. "The big tall blond that 
bitch left for you is a lot better. He's hung like a stud horse!" 

"I don't want you to talk that way." Peg was straining to act like a normal 
mother again. 

Bill was amused by the way she kept changing her mind-a hot dog-fucking 
bitch one minute and preaching to him the next. 

Bonnie looked even more curious. "Where is this guy?" She still doubted what 
her brother had said. But she still was hoping. She did like a big cock. 

"You mean my new Pal? He's out back in the stable." 

"The stable?" they both asked. 

Then Peg saw the saddle and other horse stuff on the ground where Greg had 
left it. 

"Ohhh, no! What have you done? We can't afford to keep a horse!" 

"Be cheaper to feed him than God damn Greg," he countered. 

"Yes, but-" Peg's voice clenched. She couldn't think what to say. 

"But, what? You both liked fucking Greg, so it was okay to keep him around? 
Is that it? Well, I want a horse to ride. I always have. Something to have 
fun with when I'm not fucking one of you dog lovers." 

"Billy, don't you dare talk to me that way!" his mother replied sharply. 

He bent down and picked up a riding crop-a willowy rod encased in tightly 
braided leather. A whip with two short, wide strips of leather at the narrow 
end of the shaft, like the tip of a forked tongue that made a loud crack 
when Bill lashed the palm of his left hand with it. 

"Don't call me Billy," he snarled. "And don't give me orders. Not unless you 
want your ass whipped with this!" 

He struck the palm of his left hand harder this time. The forked tip of the 
riding crop made a fearsome loud crack. 

Peg's face paled. She had completely lost control-not just of her sexual 
impulses, but also of her young son. She felt a chilling shock when he 
glared at her, looking stronger than she'd ever seen him. Stronger than she 
was, and in command. 

With the chill of fear and regret that still nagged her conscience, Peg also 
felt a nervous tremor of excitement. She hated to admit it, but she loved 
fucking her son. It was so obscenely perverted, thrilling in ways she could 
never have imagined-in ways that even now she did not want to admit. 

"Aaahhh, well." She tried to pull herself together. "Let's go see our new 
guest." 

Bonnie cried, "Mother, you can't let him keep a horse. I want money for new 
clothes...not God damn bales of hay." 

Bill didn't say a word. He stepped forward and to the side, and he cracked 
the willowy, braided leather wand across his sister's trim little ass. 

"Eeeyyyooowww!" She jerked forward with her back arched, hands clawing where 
the lash had struck. 

Bill grabbed her arm and whirled Bonnie toward the stable in back of the 
house. 

"Move it!" he yelled, lashing her across the ass again. 

Bonnie yowled and lurched forward crying. "Mother! Don't let him do this to 
me." 

Peg wondered, what can I do? Bill gave her a hard glare. "Come on, Mother. 
You're the one so hot for a big cock. I know you don't want to miss this 
one." 

She made a simpering noise, but followed along, fearful that Bill would 
strike her with the riding crop if she dared resist. 

Pal was standing with his head sticking out the open, top half of the stable 
door. His flowing mane was a pale, gold-white color. It shimmered in the 
fading light of the setting sun, lighter in color than the rich gold of his 
powerful body. 

"He is a beautiful animal," Peg had to admit. The stallion whinnied as they 
approached, tossing his head and eyeing them suspiciously. "Hello, Pal. Hi, 
boy. Easy...whoa, it's all right." 

Peg patted his long golden head and calmed the animal almost at once. 

Bonnie stood back and pouted, arms crossed over her chest. Her lower Up 
thrust out in disgust. 

Bill said, "Why don't you take a closer look, Sis?" 

"Why should I? What's a horse to me?" 

"Maybe the super-stud you've been dreaming about. Go up and look at what 
he's got between his legs." 

The girl didn't move. She stood looking sullen, pouting her Up out even 
more. Bill wasn't taking any more of that shit, not from her, and not from 
his mother either. 

He lashed the riding crop across Bonnie's ass. She howled from the hot 
stripe of pain that burned right through her panties and lurched forward, 
crashing against the edge of the stall's open door. 

"God damn you," she grumbled under her breath. But girlish curiosity drew 
her eyes to the stallion's big cock. 

It was shadowy inside the stall, too dark to see clearly except where 
slivers of red, glowing sunlight slanted through cracks in the rough plank 
wall. One of those fell across the animal's cock when Pal took a step 
forward to nuzzle his new mistress. 

Peg had a way with animals, no doubt about that. 

Bonnie watched his huge black cock sway and gasped, "Oooh, Jesus!" 

Her pussy clenched and squirmed. All Greg had given her looked like nothing 
compared to that long prick. 

She had fearful, girlish visions of that monster cock stuck in her. Bonnie 
gulped, thinking that if it was rooted in her pussy, the head would reach to 
the base of her throat. 

"I told the lady we'd take good care of him." Bill's wry tone told the two 
females he was leading up to something. Probably something they would not 
like. "The horse must be horny if his cock's hanging out like that." 

His mother caught Bill's drift right away. "No, Bill. Don't even think about 
that!" 

"What's to think about? I've already made up my mind. I want to watch my 
bitchy little sister suck a horse cock. I want to see how much of it she can 
swallow." 

"Nooo!" Bonnie cried, whirling away from the stall door. 

"You can't be that cruel!" Peg said. "Bonnie's a little girl!" 

"Bonnie's a spoiled brat, you mean." Bill lashed the crop across the palm of 
his left hand. "Get in the stall, bitch. Maybe those pouting lips will smile 
when they taste horse cock." 

She was tempted to try it. Seeing that huge prick stirred some kind of 
reckless daring only a young girl newly awakened to the pleasures of sex can 
have. But Bonnie did not like being ordered around by her brother, so she 
stood flat-footed and determined. 

"No! I want a man's cock...and not a wimpy little boy cock like yours." 

Bonnie would never know what made her say that. Maybe she wanted to feel the 
sting of that leather wand across her ass again. There was a hot, biting 
thrill to it, a feeling that was almost like orgasm, but sharper and faster 
and gone in a flash. 

Or maybe she wanted Bill to force her into the stall. That way she would not 
have to admit being intensely curious about the horse's huge prick. 

Whatever it was, Bonnie got what she wanted. Bill growled. "Little boy cock, 
my ass!" 

He cracked the limber leather braid across her ass. He yanked the stall door 
open, still muttering angrily, and pushed Bonnie inside. 

It was all Peg could do to hold and calm the horse. Pal clearly did not like 
sudden movement so close to him, especially not with strangers. 

Bill struck Bonnie across the back, driving her to her knees with a stinging 
hot lash that made her pussy and ass-hole both tingle. She cried, going down 
beside the big horse. 

Pal reared again, skittish and wild-eyed with alarm. Peg kept a firm grasp 
on the lead rope and said soothing things, in a soft voice to calm him. 

"Move slow and easy. Don't do anything sudden. He might lunge and trample 
you." 

Then Peg paused and thought-my God, what am I doing? Allowing my daughter to 
do something dangerous and sickly obscene. Not just allowing it, I'm giving 
her advice! 

Peg winced at the thought, but could do nothing to prevent the bizarre 
spectacle from progressing. Though she would not admit it, the palomino's 
monster cock intrigued and excited her. But it was terribly frightening as 
well. She was happy to let her lusty young daughter be the first to 
experiment with it. 

Bonnie hunched on her knees, blubbering as though in much greater pain than 
she really was. Slowly, she reached out a hand and lightly brushed the 
stallion's dangling cock. He whinnied a strange, high-pitched sound and 
raised one hind foot as if poised to kick. 

But he stood trembling and his cock twitched, like he wanted her to touch 
him again. So she did. Bonnie coiled her soft warm hand around his long 
prick this time and stroked it, closing her eyes to pretend it was a man's 
cock she was teasing hard. 

Pal's cock throbbed with a vigor all men would envy. He neighed softly. 
Bonnie got both hands on his cock then, gripping the long shaft like the 
handle of a baseball bat. She worked one hand down toward the tip and slid 
the other up to his root. 

The palomino whinnied in a still-higher pitch, anxiously shuffling all four 
feet on the straw-Uttered floor. His long black cock twitched and throbbed, 
straining to full hardness and radiating heat that made Bonnie's hands burn. 

"He Ukes the way you rub cock, Sis. But I think he'd Uke being sucked even 
more. Go on, kiss his cockhead. Look how big and hard you've got him." 

"Yeah-" 

Bonnie giggled, no longer able to pretend she'd been forced. She lowered her 
head and crawled under the stallion's golden belly. She steadied his huge 
prick with both hands and bowed her head forward to plant a Up-smacking kiss 
on his glossy big knob. 

Bonnie's head rocked back, lips stung by the sharp, salty taste. But then 
she brought her head forward again, circling her lips to take his enormous 
cockhead into her mouth. 

The briny, bitter taste made her eyes water, but her tongue flicked and 
rippled beneath his long shaft. Her heart beat wildly and she clamped her 
eyes tightly shut, thrilled by the obscene delight of it all. She was doing 
it! Really doing it! She had a horse cock in her mouth! 

Peg watched, bending down for a better view. She had to watch even though 
the idea shocked her. Sucking a horse. Good God, was there no end to the 
depravity one rash act had started that morning? 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Bonnie had been thrilled sucking Greg's big cock, but he ran off with that 
rich woman. The bastard. How could he leave a sexy young girl and her lusty 
widowed mother? Why did he dump them both while they were winding down from 
a wonderful orgasm? 

She couldn't answer those questions. Then Bonnie decided she did not care 
why. She didn't understand Greg, and she sure did not understand her wicked 
brother. But who cares? I love the animals, she was thinking, especially 
this beautiful big horse. 

Her lips sealed around his hardened black cockshaft and inched forward, 
rippling and stroking with her tongue. Animals were faithful and adoring, 
not all mixed-up with complex emotions. 

That made it easy for her to enjoy sucking the horse's cock, even though the 
slithering pull of her lips made him skittish at first. He made rumbling, 
grunting noises she could hear boom like thunder right over her head. 

Bonnie pressed forward until the gagging big knob of his horse cockhead was 
lodged at the back of her mouth, straining the entry to her sleek throat. 
She thought, no way can I swallow all he's got. His prick was sooo long and 
sooo thick! She shivered just thinking that there was more than a foot of it 
not yet in her mouth. 

Pal whinnied and tossed his head, confused and distressed by the strange 
sensations he felt. The stallion knew of sex only with mares brought to him 
for stud service. This wasn't like that. 

The horse was used to having humans care for him, but not like this. Bonnie 
remembered how Greg taught her to tilt her head back to get his cock down 
her tight throat. She tried the same thing with the horse. God damn Greg. He 
thought he was so great and such a super-stud. She wished he could see her 
now, sucking a cock bigger than his. A lot bigger! 

Bonnie's heart raged with excitement, but she willed her throat to relax and 
let that huge sword of horse flesh slide down. The choking thickness made 
her wince and moan, but perverse pleasure overpowered all her other 
emotions. 

She knew her mother was watching, bending down and holding her breath. And 
Peg thought she was the sexy one-the lonely widow insane with desire. What 
did she think it was like being a virgin until that morning? 

The girl smirked, eased back for a breath and pushed forward to swallow more 
glistening, salt-tasting horse cock this time. Bonnie knew it made her 
mother seethe and cringe with envy. That delighted her almost as much as the 
heat and throbbing vigor of a monster animal cock that made her want to gag. 

"God damn, look at her go!" Bill was in complete astonishment. His pretty 
little sister swayed on her knees, lunging forward to suck horse cock, then 
sliding back to catch a quick breath. 

The stallion's nostrils flared. His breath hissed and roared like an old 
steam locomotive. Bonnie really had him going. That's all that mattered to 
him. The raging tingles of delight that came from his cock could not lie. 

Pal planted his four hooves firmly and started to pump his hips, offering a 
powerful cock to the girl on her knees underneath him. He rammed more down 
her throat than she thought she could possibly stand. 

She rocked on her knees, head swaying and hair flouncing. 

Bill shouted, "Suck him! Make him cum!" 

"Do it, Bonnie!" her mother cried shrilly. 

The excitement gripped her now. Sight of that huge cock pumping into 
Bonnie's mouth made 

Peg Foster's pussy clench and pulse. 

The scent of human excitement further aroused the powerful stallion. Bonnie 
raised her hands and was trying to hug his belly for support. It was too 
large. She couldn't get a firm grasp. 

She sucked furiously on the jaw-straining horse cock plunging so deep into 
her throat, dazed for lack of breath. His frenzied thrusting gave her little 
time to gulp air when the animal drew back. 

Pal finally stiffened and made a snorting noise. It was enough like what 
Greg and her brother had done just before cumming so that Bonnie recognized 
the signs. The horse was going to shoot off in her mouth. 

She winced and shuddered in anticipation. Then she felt the fiery eruption 
explode deep in her throat. Bonnie gurgled and moaned. One gushing spurt of 
horse jism was more than a man could shoot in her all night. And the slimy 
wet shocks of pleasure came as fast as machine gun fire. 

Bonnie felt sticky horse cum rise in her throat, greasing fhe stallion's 
long black cock. He started pumping again, whipping his cock back and forth 
like the plunger in an old-fashioned butter churn. 

Pal's jism rose to the back of her mouth and flowed forward, bubbling around 
the base of his cock. That's when Bonnie first realized she had swallowed it 
all. Her lips pressed against his sleek golden coat, and thick, hot horse 
cock was so far down her throat that she seemed to feel it in the pit of her 
stomach. 

Peg sighed ecstatically, awed by her daughter's obscene achievement. The 
girl was a virgin that morning. By nightfall, she was sucking off a virile 
stallion, gulping and gurgling to swallow more jism than a dozen men could 
fire. 

As the lathered flow of cock-whipped cum flowed over her rippling tongue, 
Bonnie discovered that horse jism did not taste like the human kind. The 
slippery stuff tasted bitter and salt-sweet at the same time. And it came 
like a flood. 

Her rosy cheeks puffed and horse jism bubbled around his black cockshaft to 
gloss her lips. Pal slowed his frenzied thrusting as his cock and balls 
drained. He worked his hips to make his cock glide more slowly, seeming to 
savor the strange new sensation of sex with a human female. 

But even his last weakened spurts contained more cum than a human male's 
total ejaculation. Bonnie sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, but she 
couldn't keep up with the flow. 

He filled her straining mouth and horse jism dribbled down her chin. 

The girl was not thinking of Greg now. She had another splendid blond giant 
to please, a thrilling beast with more cock than three normal men could put 
in her. And she had swallowed it all! 

Bill's anger toward his pouty little sister faded as he realized how sexy 
she could be. He saw her as a luscious little wanton with lusty desires that 
overcame fear. His cock began to twitch and throb while he watched the 
whinnying horse fire his last creamy shots of cum. 

He wanted to fuck Bonnie, to pump his cock into her tight little cunt while 
staring down at the smiling, softly curved lips that sucked off a horse. His 
swelling prick strained to straighten itself like a snake awakening from 
hibernation. Now it was trying to climb out of his pants. 

He was panting, breathless with raging lust just as Bonnie was gasping to 
catch her breath. She rocked back and the stallion's cum-glossed black cock 
slipped out of her mouth. It swayed back and forth before her dazzled, 
tear-filled eyes. 

"Jeeez!" Bill exclaimed. "I never saw anything like that before! Never 
thought I ever would." 

Bonnie grinned and licked her lips with slow, languid strokes of her tongue. 
"Sucking you off will seem like child's play to me now, brother dear." 

"I don't want to be sucked by a horse eater. I want to fuck you. I want to 
fill your tight little cunt!" 

"Hhhmmm," she purred. "I want that too. Sucking always makes my pussy hot. 
I'm ready right now!" 

"So am I, but there's something else I want to see first." 

"What's that?" Bonnie crawled out from under the horse. She was teasingly 
taking off her cum-spattered blouse, baring her sharp, enticing little tits. 
They glowed red in the light of the setting sun, glazed with a sheening film 
of horse jism that had seeped through the cloth. 

"I want to watch Pal fuck a woman." Bill's lips were drooling. "I want to 
watch that huge cock drive into a wringing tight cunt." 

Bonnie staggered back as her blouse slipped off. 

"No," she said in a high, weak voice. "He's too big for me to take that way. 
I want you, Bill. I want a man's cock." 

No insults now, just the passionate pleading of a girl tense with excitement 
and wet with desire. 

"Not you." Bill was smiling. "You're mine...but I want to watch our sexy 
mother fuck a horse." 

"Huh? Whaaat?" Peg gasped, coming out of a crazy, mind-warping kind of 
revelry. She still found it hard to believe her daughter had swallowed the 
stallion's enormous, long cock. It just didn't seem possible. 

Bill said, "The way you stare so dreamy-eyed at the stud's long prick...I 
know you want to feel it inside of you. I know you want to fuck with him." 

"N-n-no." Peg fearfully backed away from the stall. Pal followed her, 
thrusting his nose at her tits. He saw her as his new friend and the 
palomino was an affectionate steed. 

"Look, he wants you, Mother. I think he wants to suck tit!" 

"Oooh, God!" Peg's face colored red as the sunset. She strained to turn the 
horse's head away. "Pal, stop that. Jesus Christ!" 

Bonnie and Bill both laughed, delighted by the way the horse went after 
their mother's heaving tits. Watching Bonnie suck off the horse made Peg 
sweat profusely. It was salt from her body that the animal craved. 

Bill circled and grabbed his mother from behind, stopping her fearful 
retreat abruptly. Bonnie rushed in and pulled at the buttons of her mother's 
blouse. 

"Give Pal what he wants," the girl cooed. "Bill promised that woman we'd 
give him a good home." 

Peg moaned. Bill held her arms so tightly she could not break away. She 
twisted and squirmed, trying to jerk away from Pal's foamy, slobbering big 
tongue. 

She felt Bill's stiff cock in the crack of her ass. He was aching hard as 
only a young boy can get. But he showed no interest in her, not even when 
she wiggled and squiggled her ass on his stiff cock, as seductively as she 
could. 

Bonnie pulled open the front of Peg's blouse, laughing dementedly when Pal's 
big tongue wagged out to lick her mother's lush breasts. 

The woman screamed. Hot, raspy wet horse tongue teased her nipples, jouncing 
her luscious tits as the simple-minded creature licked away the salt of her 
sweat, leaving behind a film of horse spit that made her titties sparkle. 

Horses weren't very intelligent animals, but Pal had learned the scent of 
woman sex. He smelled it when the girl delighted his cock in a way totally 
new to him, and he smelled it again now. 

Pal's huge cock swelled and strained with a lusty pulse. He made that 
high-pitched whinnying noise that hurt their ears, then he bowed his head 
down and nuzzled his head into Peg's crotch, burrowing under her short skirt 
she'd had on without panties. 

The horse licked her cunt with his lathered tongue, shocking her almost 
senseless when the raspy, rubbery thing swept across her swollen clit. She 
arched back, but Bill jabbed her from behind. She felt his cock standing 
upright inside his clothes and the horse's wet tongue licking her pussy. 

Peg screamed in a dizzying torment of eerie delight. The big golden stallion 
was making her hot, no doubt about that. His tongue was four times the size 
of a man's. When it licked and probed her pussy slit, she felt surging 
tremors of pleasure in perfect proportion to its size. 

"Oooh, God!" Peg thought Greg and his lewdly trained Saint Bernard were 
great cunt lickers, but their talents paled compared to what horse tongue 
did to her. 

"I think she's hot enough now, don't you, Sis?" Bill was laughing and 
backing his writhing mother toward a bench in front of the stable. It was a 
saddle rack-too high to sit on, but just right to position his mother on for 
horse fucking. 

Just thinking about it made Bill's anxious cock throb, swelling larger and 
harder than it ever had before. He pulled Peg backwards and bent her over 
the end of the bench. 

Bonnie held on to Peg's skirt and pulled it off as their mother's kicking 
feet left the ground. 

"N-n-no!" Peg cried hysterically. "Sweet Jesus! Don't let them do this to 
me!" Pal followed right along, intrigued by the strange tastes of woman sex. 

Peg was now stripped naked and sprawled on her back on a rough plank just 
six or eight inches lower than the stallion's barrel-sized chest. Bill 
caught hold of the lead rope and urged the animal forward, getting him to 
straddle the narrow plank on which his mother lay prone. 

Her trim, taut little ass was half off the end of the bench. Her legs 
dangled, kicking in a frenzy of fear as the horse settled himself over her. 
Pal was skittish and anxious about having the woman and that piece of wood 
between his strong legs. But the animal was more curious than fearful. He 
felt pleasure when the girl was beneath him. Surely the kind woman would 
please him too. 

Peg stared up at Pal's sleek golden chest hair, writhing and moaning in the 
grip of complete panic. Bill kept urging the beast forward until she felt 
the nozzle-like head of his huge cock press into her cunt slit. 

The palomino reared and stomped his front hooves. The quivering grip of wet 
cunt flesh was enough like a mare's hole so that he knew what she wanted. 
But it was oddly placed compared to a mare's cunt. He kept thrusting at her 
and missing the small place. 

"Aaagggh!" Peg wailed. Each probing thrust jabbed her further onto the 
bench, scratching her back on the rough plank below. "He's killing me! Bill, 
please make him stop!" 

The boy laughed. "How can I turn off a stallion that's hot for your pussy?" 

"Do something!" she screamed. 

Bonnie said calmly, "Take hold of his cock and guide it in where you want 
it." 

Peg moaned. Her hands trembled when she reached down, groping blindly to get 
a grip on the enormous prodding cock between her spread legs. 

The size of it sent shivers of fear coursing up her spine, but those were 
followed by hot tremors of curious excitement. It helped a little not being 
able to see the huge thing the horse was so anxious to stick in her. 

Feeling its thick girth and astounding length was exciting and terrifying 
enough. She could wrap both hands around the shaft and there was plenty of 
raging hot animal cock sticking out front and back. 

Peg guided the head of it to her cunt slit. Pal slowed his frenzied 
thrusting, seeming to understand that she was trying to help him. He neighed 
and nickered, liking the feel of her soft warm hands wrapped around his 
cock. 

She thought she could restrain him that way and prevent the horse from 
hammering his whole length into her. "Easy, boy. Put it in slow. Maybe a 
foot...that's about all a woman my size can take." 

Hot as she was, the stallion seemed lulled by her soothing tone and tender 
touch. But then ripping hot waves of cunt flesh gripped his cockhead and 
instinct took over from there. 

Pal reared back with a snort and hunched forward, ramming cock in an inch 
deeper than Greg Stanton could reach. Peg howled and felt her strained pussy 
convulse in tortured delight. Horse cock was both longer and thicker than a 
man's. 

It strained her cunt muscles almost to the breaking point. The terrible, 
wonderful tension triggered shocks of pleasure like nothing else she'd ever 
felt before. 

Peg sighed and screamed. "God, what a cock!" The tone was one of relief. She 
was happy the horse hadn't ripped her apart with one mighty thrust...but he 
wasn't through yet. 

Pal arched back and thrust forward again, almost crushing her hands that 
clung to his prick root. Peg's eyes bulged, her mouth gaped and her ripe 
body trembled in wild, jerking spasms like someone strapped in the electric 
chair. 

Bonnie and Bill stood on opposite sides near the foot of the bench, bending 
down for a clear view of the horse cock plunging into their mother. 

"Christ Almighty, how can she take that much cock in her?" the boy asked 
distractedly. 

His sister answered with a shrug. "It's not as big as a baby." 

"No, but-but babies don't go in and out like that!" 

Pal was fucking her hard and fast now, snorting and pawing the ground, 
frustrated by her hands that kept him from ramming in his whole cock length. 

His powerful, crushing body hammered Peg's breath away. She felt heat in her 
cunt like never before. It spread through her entire body, seeming to melt 
the strength out of her muscles. 

Peg felt her arms grow weak and her restraining hands started losing their 
grasp. She heaved a desperate moan, half crushed under the horse's broad 
chest. Her fingers turned to putty and slid off his cock. 

Pal gave a satisfied snort and rammed all of his prick into her with the 
next thrust. The tiny woman's shrilling scream could have been heard half a 
mile away if there had been anyone near enough to hear. 

Peg heaved another sigh of relief when she realized the jabbing horse cock 
so deep inside her had not ripped her apart. She babbled groaning noises and 
felt her strained pussy pulse with joy. 

Bonnie felt a sinking sensation. She'd been so proud sucking Pal's big black 
cock to the root, but now her lusty mother had surpassed that. She was 
fucking the damn horse, happily taking each deep reaming thrust with wailing 
cries of delight. 

"Oooh, Bonnie! This is fucking like you won't believe!" the widow cried. 
"It's sooo great it hurts! He's killing me with cock, honey...and I love it! 
I want him to fuck me to death!" 

"Jeeezus," Bill said. He had learned a lot that day, but it seemed that he 
understood less about women than he did before. How could his mother like 
being brutalized by a horse? How could her pussy stand fucking that huge 
cock? 

Whatever inspired her raging frenzy made him horny. He came around the end 
of the bench and grabbed Bonnie. "I can't watch...I've got to get my cock 
into you!" 

"Oh, Bill-" She rushed into his arms and pawed at his fly to free his cock. 
"-I'm sooo glad. Watching isn't enough for me either. I've got to be fucked 
right now!" 

Peg watched her two kids strip themselves naked and sprawl in a thick bed of 
straw on the stable floor. Bill arched back and stabbed his long thin cock 
into his sister's cunt. Mother and daughter both screamed joyous cries of 
delight. 

Incest and bestiality combined to intensify their pleasure. 

Peg grunted and arched her back, whirling her hips in a way that completely 
enthralled the stud horse. The best mare he ever fucked wasn't that wild or 
that wringing tight on his hard, driving cock. 

Bill felt the same way about his sister. Maybe Greg's cock was bigger, but 
her cunt was still deliciously snug and tight. It rippled with a loving 
pulse that only a brother and sister can share. 

The Foster family and their new pet, the powerful golden palomino all came 
to orgasm at once. Snorts, screams and deep grunting moans echoed long into 
the night. It was hard to tell the animal sounds from those made by humans. 

By then, none of them cared. They had found new pleasures that few were 
daring and reckless enough to try. And this was only the first day of 
obscene adventure into the unknown. 

Sunrise would find them all sleeping soundly-mother, son and daughter in the 
same bed. Bill began to stir as dawn's glowing light grew brighter. He was 
lying between them, sexy mother on one side, pretty little sister on the 
other. 

Sound asleep, they looked so sweet and innocent, it was hard for him to 
believe all they'd done the day before. Watching their naked tits rise and 
fall with the slow, rhythmic breathing of slumber, he began to wonder what 
they'd do on this new day. 

He knew what he was going to do before they woke up-something he'd always 
wanted to do. Something he'd never done before. He was going to get dressed, 
go outside and saddle the horse. 

Bill rode like the wind, wild and free in dawn's early light. The stallion's 
gold mane and long flowing tail swirled like a proud banner. The black 
Doberman named Diablo ran after them, barking and romping, delighted because 
the boy had freed him from confinement. 

Peg was stirred from dreamy sleep by the dog's barking, a sound that sent 
anxious shivers down her spine. She went to the window and watched her son 
ride toward the red ball of the rising sun. 

She thought it was a beautiful sight, even if there was a dog named for the 
devil running behind. For a brief moment she wondered if the devil was 
chasing them all and if that was what had driven them to the bizarre 
extremes of sexual pleasure they all had shared. 

Peg dismissed that thought. She felt refreshed, unashamed and unafraid in 
the warm morning light. It was the dawning, not just of a new day...but of a 
whole new life. 


THE END
