PRESENT FROM DADDY
By Carole Wilson


Foreword

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries,
and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual
considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself.
The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will
be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an
unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual
desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would
logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a
revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers
through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of
saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not
even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself
for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those
who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to
consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately
will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and
previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that,
in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times
discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it
isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of
pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no
further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now
suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how
contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The mid-summer sun sliced through the half-closed Venetian blinds in brilliant streaks
of light, imparting an even more prison-like atmosphere to the monastic dormitory
room. Tina Williams turned over on her stomach on the bed, burying her head into the
pillow against the brightness of a new day. She wanted no more than to return to her
dreams where she was reliving with deep sensual pleasure the scattering of sexual
experiences she had enjoyed for the past two years, ever since her twelfth birthday.
Always first in her mind and heart was her brother, Vince... then the others, boys at
school, men and boys she met on "the strip", on the beach and almost anyplace she
happened to be. They all blended into one in her dream, one magnificent collective
penis, throbbing and pulsating between her quivering legs and voracious little pussy.
The fourteen year old beauty moaned softly and twisted her slender body seductively
into the mattress, grinding her cunt into the downy softness. Then she sighed and lay
back still again, breathing heavily. Opening her luminous, almost feline green eyes, she
blinked her long black lashes and raised a slender, golden tanned arm to shield her
lovely face from the sunlight. Her long chestnut brown hair fell in cascading waves over
the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head. The starched white sheet was all that
covered her incredibly ripe young body from the soft summer breeze that drifted in
through the blinds.
Tina's lush young body was far more highly developed than her tender age would
warrant. The sheet barely concealed the fully molded contours of the high-set, round
hillocks of her firm young breasts whose cherry-tipped nipples showed so clearly
through the fabric. The sheet then tapered down over her tiny waist to the gently
swelling hips, a satiny smooth flat belly and long shapely thighs. Beyond that were the
breathtaking curved calves tapering down into slender, well formed ankles. Tina was
used to attracting attention from everywhere, from everyone... men and women. She
was not the kind of girl to be ignored.
Her copper colored hair, flaring out on the pillow framed her oval face with the delicate
nose and full, pouting mouth. The young girl sat up in the bed and stretched, the sheet
falling from her generously sculpted young form.
"Oh, Christ! If I don't get out of here soon, I'll go insane!" she murmured to herself,
noting that it was another beautiful California day and that all her friends would be
playing on the beach in the sun and surf while she was stuck in what she considered a
prison.
Actually, St. Gertrude's School for Girls was a highly venerated institution, specializing
in what was euphemistically referred to as behavioral problems. Her father had been
obliged to use every resource available in order to send her to St. Gertrude's instead of
the state reformatory, where she had been assigned by the authorities after being picked
up in Hollywood with a friend who was arrested on a drug charge. Tina was actually
innocent of any drug infractions, a fact which she was able to prove, but she had been
warned before the final "sentence" was issued that if she were ever caught "hanging
out" again on the strip with the unsavory characters she had befriended, disciplinary
measures would be taken. While the teenager realized that St. Gertrude's was probably
better than a reformatory, six weeks was all she could take of the confinement. It was all
right during school, but with the summer in full force, the young girl could simply
stand it no longer. She resolved firmly that if her last ploy, the school doctor, didn't
work, she would escape. She would be a run-away, a fugitive... just like her brother
Vince.
Tina made a little sigh and shook out her long hair. She had a visceral feeling that her
idea about Dr. Parson would work, and if his reaction to her suggestions were any
indication, then her parents should be on their way. It was really quite simple, the
irrepressible girl thought with a certain pride. She had gone into his office with the
perfectly valid request that he authorize her dismissal, and when the kindly man
refused, Tina started to cry. When the tears began to flow from her wide green eyes and
her soft tender body began to convulse with sobs, it seemed a perfectly natural reaction
on the part of Dr. Parson to put a fatherly arm around the girl in consolation. What
happened after that, Michael Parson was never able to explain, but suddenly he found
himself practically devouring her sumptuous young body. Tina responded in such a
way the poor man forgot for a time who he was, where he was and why he was there.
When it was over Tina looked at him, her green eyes sparkling with innocence and
asked simply, "Now can I please go home, Dr. Parson?" He could do no more than nod
dumbly as Tina turned to walk out the door. She carried herself proudly, knowing her
full worth and not inclined to underestimate herself. She had learned early that beauty
like hers made its own rules and was fast coming to the realization that men were all
fundamentally the same.
The irrepressible girl smiled to herself. She would never really go through with a thing
like blackmail, in fact, she truly liked Dr. Parson and knew full well if anyone found
out about what had happened in the office between them his career, at least at "St.
Gerties", would be ruined. She realized that he could not afford to take the chance of
her accusing him of anything and was beginning to feel more sure than ever that she
would be on her way home before noon.
She got out of bed and decided to start packing her belongings... to hell with chapel, to
hell with breakfast, and to hell with all their silly rules! She was going home! Tina
resolved that this time it would be different, she would abide by whatever her parents
said. She had learned her lesson; that's exactly what she would say, the young girl
decided, when her father came for her. And he would come, she thought optimistically,
he just had to!
She had finished packing and had just stepped out of the shower when she heard her
name being called over the public address system in the hall: "Tina Williams, you are
wanted in Sister Catherine's office".
Tina jumped in youthful exuberance. "I knew it! I just knew it!" she cried, throwing the
navy blue uniform over her lush body for what she felt certain was the last time.
Running down the corridor as fast as her curvaceous young legs would carry her, Tina
hoped she would see Dr. Parson before she left. She wanted to thank him, but then
realized it would probably not be wise to confront the man if it could be avoided. The
precocious teenager cursed herself on the way to Sister Catherine's office for not
thinking about Dr. Parson sooner. Even if it hadn't worked, if she hadn't been able to
scare him into getting her release, it would have certainly made things more interesting,
she thought, giggling to herself.
Michael Parson watched from outside his office as she went down the hall, her shapely
buttocks jiggling and bouncing beneath the atrocious blue jumper. He stared
thoughtfully after her, wondering if Sister Catherine would call him in to speak with
the girl's parents. Somehow he felt certain she wouldn't. He had told her that he felt
Tina Williams would be better off at home, having a nice family that cared for her and
he certainly felt the other girls at school would be very much better off, as well. He did
not mention the fact that he too would be better off, but the good sister agreed, noting
that Tina already had many of the girls now walking with sensuously swinging hips and
talking in sexy drawls. Sister Catherine, for all her years in the convent, was not
unaware of the ways of the world. Had that been a knowing smile the nun gave him
before he left her office? the doctor wondered, pulling thoughtfully at his beard. He
shrugged and turned into his office as Tina's shapely form disappeared down the hall.
"She was no ordinary girl, that one," Michael Parson thought, then added, "girl hell...
she's a woman!"

* * *

Marsha and Jim Williams sat across the desk from Sister Catherine while the nun tried
to explain to the distraught parents that their daughter was not being expelled from St.
Gertrude's.
"The court simply stated that she was to stay here as long as was deemed necessary,
whatever that means..." the nun said, smiling reassuringly. "You see, Mr. and Mrs.
Williams, so many of the girls that come to us really don't have loving parents or good
homes. They're the ones that benefit from our work here but a girl like Tina can only
think of what she misses at home. So many parents blame themselves when a child gets
into a bit of trouble, but very often they have done all they possibly could do..." Sister
Catherine found herself very uncomfortably trying to skirt the issue. She simply could
not bring herself to tell the people their daughter was a bad influence on the other girls!
She was wise enough to know when she had met with something she was not equipped
to handle and she fully sympathized with the girl's parents, but after all, they were her
parents. Tina was simply "their cross to bear" and they would have to do the best they
could. She had thought about calling Dr. Parson to speak with them, it was his idea to
send the girl home after all, but without really knowing why, Sister Catherine found
herself very disinclined to do that. He had seemed... desperate somehow, in her office
yesterday...
Marsha sat stiffly in the chair trying not to wring her hands. Oh she had missed Tina,
she missed both her children. That was why Jim had bought the dog, Hans, the massive
German shepherd that sat beside her now on the floor. She was lost without someone
to mother, and the dog had been a great comfort in her lonely days of self
recrimination after their happy family had seemed to suddenly burst open at the seams.
First it was their son Vince, just four years older than his sister, running off to God
knows where after that nasty scandal with the Morrison girl. Everyone knew the girl
had slept with half the young men in Riverside, there was no way she could prove that
Vince had raped her, but his running off like that was almost an admission of guilt.
What really astounded both Marsha and Jim was the fact that they knew he was
innocent of the girl's lurid accusation. She had called him several times at home and
Vince wanted nothing to do with her! It had been a simple case of a bitter young girl
wanting to punish her love for rejecting her. They had no idea of the real reason Vince
left, which was some consolation to the sensitive young man.
And then, before they had recovered from the shock of their son's sudden painful
departure the trouble started with Tina. The poor dear, she missed her brother so
much! They had been very close, Marsha realized, without knowing how close, or in
what way. Also, Tina had developed so quickly and so early... perhaps they had
expected too much of the child. She may have the body and manner of a woman, but
she was only a little girl after all, barely fourteen!
Marsha glanced over to her handsome husband who seemed to be trying very hard not
to appear uncomfortable. He was a wonderful man, she thought, and she had tried so
hard to be the perfect wife for him. Had she succeeded? Was she everything he wanted?
She knew that Jim was somewhat more sexed than she, but he was an artful and
energetic lover and had never made any unchaste requests; she assumed he was
satisfied.
But why was she thinking of that now? How absurd, the woman chastised herself,
absently stroking the massive head of the dog at her feet.
She looked down at the large German shepherd, Hans. He had been so restless lately...
he would be so happy to have Tina around to play with him and take him for walks.
And Tina would be very surprised and pleased to see they had such a fine dog in their
family now! Both the children loved animals, but they had never had a large dog when
they were growing up. Oh yes, it was going to be very nice having her little girl back
home again, Marsha thought, suddenly feeling better and more capable than she had in
months. Hans seemed to give her a sort of strength. She stroked under his smooth furry
throat and he seemed to purr like a cat. Looking down, her eyes met with his, and his
big brown eyes were so human that she was really touched looking into them. Their
beautiful Hans, he was probably the most handsome dog in the world! He had an
affectionate nature and an almost human understanding of all situations. When she
looked into the warm limpid pools of his beautiful eyes she felt instinctively that Hans
loved her – them that is, the two of them, he loved them both.
Sometimes Jim was a little harsh with the dog, but she knew that hardly diminished the
bond between them. Dogs needed a certain amount of domination and direction just
like children, and Hans took ever command without the slightest demur. Often dogs
lost Marsha's respect by their over-anxiousness to please, but not Hans, his stalwart
nature demanded respect, yet he never showed anything but affection for either of
them. She was sure he and Tina would be great friends... just like she was with her
older brother, Marsha thought with a trace of sadness.
She smiled softly to herself and raised her eyes to Sister Catherine, who seemed to be
studying her behind the wire-rimmed glasses. "I was noticing," the nun explained, "how
strong the resemblance is between you and your daughter," she said, wondering how
two people who looked so much alike could be so different in manner. Mrs. Williams
was very prim, almost Victorian, in her dress and speech. Sister Catherine knew that it
was more than maturity that separated mother and daughter. Although Mrs. Williams
had the same lovely features and the full body it was obvious that the woman was not
the type to flaunt herself, even in her younger days. The Lord only knows why Tina's
the way she is, the good woman thought to herself, suppressing a sigh. Her parents
seemed to be absolute paragons of virtue!
Jim Williams had taken the morning off from work at the office to come with his wife
to collect his daughter from St. Gertrude's. Of course they were both glad to have their
little girl back home, but Jim wondered if either of them were quite ready to cope with
their sexy offspring yet. He had heard that they were able to work amazing changes in
"troubled young girls" at the school, and he knew that the means they used were
completely sound. Evidently Tina had turned into a quiet, polite and chaste young girl,
or they had given up on her already. The realistic man suspected the latter. Her father
was in no way blind to his daughter's charms. It was as though she were her mother's
alter ego, they looked so much alike, and were so different. Since she was a baby Tina
had been different, defiant and unruly. When she started going into Los Angeles from
the quiet town of Riverside to seek more exciting entertainment was when things really
got out of hand. Several times he had been called in the middle of the night to come
pick up his then thirteen year old daughter from the police station where she was being
held in the outer office. Thank God she had never been "booked", but the people she
was with were known drug dealers and some of the teenage girls had even been charged
with prostitution. Tina had been strictly forbidden to go to Los Angeles, but then
started the long phase of staying away from school and finally being expelled. He had
been as patient as he could with the girl, perhaps he was too lenient on her, he thought
in retrospect, but after Vince left it all became too much for Marsha to withstand and
he had been forced to take some sort of action.
St. Gertrude's School seemed to be the only solution, short of the state reformatory, and
now she was being sent home from there after only six weeks. The sorely-tried father
was determined that it would be different this time. She had a taste of institutional
living now, and perhaps that would be enough to make her realize that she must learn
to adjust to the rules of society and her parents or she would end up in a place far
worse than the expensive girl's school.
But where was she? In spite of all the trouble they'd had with her in the last two years,
Jim missed his daughter terribly. She could be as sweet as she was naughty, as charming
as she was impudent. If the truth were known, Jim admitted, the girl was the light of
his life. He had always held a special affection for her, since she was a baby, and it
broke his heart to have to send her away, especially with Vince gone too. Jim knew'
that his wife Marsha felt the same way about their son as he felt about Tina so the
name Vince was seldom mentioned around the house.
Jim tried to imagine what Tina's attitude would be when she found them waiting to
take her home. Would she be hurt and angry? Sullen perhaps? Or maybe she really had
changed, maybe she would be the sweet little girl with the big green eyes who used to
sit on his knee and giggle at his stories.
Jim glanced at his watch and shifted in his chair. Why was it taking her so long? Sister
Catherine noted his discomfort and was about to send someone after the girl when
there was a small knock on the door.
"Come in, dear," Sister Catherine said, and the voluptuous fourteen year old stepped
shyly into the office. Tina knew she should act surprised to see her parents, for the
good doctor's sake, and she was not one to underplay a scene.
"Good morning, Sister Catherine," she said, and then feigned a little gasp of surprise
when she saw her parents. She stood dead still for a moment, giving the tears of joy a
chance to well up and catch beguilingly in her long lashes. She had an uncanny sense of
timing, and as they both got up simultaneously from their chairs on either side of the
desk to move toward their daughter she opened her arms to embrace them, saying:
"Mommy, Daddy... you have come to take me home again!"


Chapter 2

Both Jim and Marsha were filled with emotion at the sight of their daughter for the first
time in six weeks, never having been separated from her for more than a few days at a
time. If anything, she seemed younger than when they brought her here that miserable
day last spring, younger and more innocent, Marsha thought, in that sweet little blue
jumper which was definitely not the sort of thing they were used to seeing her dressed
in. Her hair was worn in a severe style very unbecoming to her also, and missing was
her eye-makeup and fingernail polish.
"Oh my baby... my little girl!" Marsha said, holding the full blown fourteen year old
close to her breast. "We've missed you so much darling, so very much."
"I've missed you and Daddy too, Mom, and I promise that I'm really going to try this
time... I've learned my lesson, really I have!" Tina had rehearsed that line and delivered
it with a professionalism that seemed to be instinctive with her. Turning to her father
and pressing her soft young body against his she said; "Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry for the
trouble I caused... Can you forgive me?"
Jim was so moved with emotion he could hardly speak. "Oh honey..." was all he could
manage, as he held his little girl close to his chest. In spite of himself and the
tenderness of the moment, he could not help but notice that her breasts seemed to have
grown. Are they ever going to stop growing? he found himself wondering.
Tina finally noticed Hans, staring quizzically up at her with his long pink tongue
hanging out. "Well, who is this?" she asked with pleasant surprise.
"He's a new addition to our family, darling," Marsha said proudly, knowing her
daughter would be delighted. "Do you like him?"
"I love him!" Tina squealed and went over to give the dog a big hug. "Oh, I'm just the
luckiest girl in the world!" she effervesced, looking up from one to the other.
Unable to withstand much more of the emotive scene going on before her, Sister
Catherine finally spoke; "Well, Tina dear, don't you think you should start gathering
your things?"
"Oh I have!" Tina replied, then caught herself, "I mean, I have so few of my things
here, it will only take a minute." and she ran back to her room to grab her suitcase that
was waiting by the door.

* * *

Tina sat in the back with Hans' big friendly head in her lap on the way back to
Riverside. The reunited family talked happily, exchanging bits of news and chatting
about old times. Everyone carefully avoided the mention of Vince after Jim informed
Tina that they had still not heard from him. Each member of the family felt his absence
in their own way and each was sure that someday he would come back home, but until
then it was too painful for Jim and Marsha to think about.
When they had settled back into comfortable silence Tina let her mind drift back to her
brother. She knew the reason he left, no one else did, no one in the whole world knew
but her. She felt no guilt whatever, no responsibility for her actions, nothing but
disappointment that he was gone. She missed him more than ever sitting in the back
seat of the car where they had spent so many hours together when they were little on
family trips and vacations. Those were some of the happiest moments in Tina's life,
going to the mountains or the beach with her mom and dad in the front and she and
Vince together in the back, playing games and singing songs.
Now its me and you, Hans, she thought to herself as she stroked his head, his snout,
and gently caressed her fingers across his flickering eyelids.
Hans could feel a fluttering in his loins that he almost never felt with his other two
masters who rarely fondled him in this affectionate manner. There was a stirring in his
testicles as his glands began to respond involuntarily by producing a small amount of
sperm. The furry scabbard containing his penis bobbed slightly and there was a tremor
of excitement throughout his genitals. His large brown eyes glanced excitedly up at the
young girl's pretty face with its long shining hair. His nostrils dilated and he panted
slightly, his mouth narrowly parted.
Tina found the big fur smoothed head resting on her lap very comforting. She felt sure
that they were going to be good friends. She and Vince had both always wanted a big
dog and had envied children who had German shepherds in particular, they seemed
always so well protected and cheerful. Maybe Mom lets him sleep in the house, she
thought. It would be so nice and cozy to have the big dog in bed to cuddle up with, just
like in the old Rin Tin-Tin movies they used to see on Saturday mornings.
The teenager let her gaze wander from the scenery outside to the back of her father's
head. She had forgotten how much Vince looked like their dad – same blond hair and
beautiful blue eyes that seemed to dance when they smiled. They had a lot of the same
mannerisms too, the way they walked and something about their laugh. She found
herself wondering if her daddy was like Vince in bed, too... if their cocks were the same.
Mom was sure lucky if they were, the shameless girl thought. Something about the
thought of her mother making love made her giggle, she was always so proper about
things, Tina wondered if there was a "proper" way to fuck. If there were, her mom
knew about it, that was for sure!
Tina leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. She smiled softly to herself... Vince
had been the best, there would never be another like him. He had been the one to
awaken her pubescent body to the incomparable pleasure of making love.
She absently stroked Hans' soft fur as she remembered how lovely, how perfectly
beautiful it had been with her big brother. She scarcely noticed that the dog was getting
worked up into a state by her feminine caresses. It was impossible to see underneath
him from where she sat so she did not notice his penis gradually emerging, pink
beneath its furry dark sheath.
Vince... she daydreamed... Vince... just remembering caused that ache between her legs.
She had known full what she was doing when she teased him, walking around the
house in the very least she could get by her mother's eye with, hugging him innocently
at odd moments and rubbing her swollen young breasts into his shoulder. She had
developed a special way of walking that revealed her firm molded hips for him
whenever she knew he was watching...
What girl wouldn't be proud of her premature development, Tina thought. It had been
a natural inclination to tease and taunt and flaunt herself just a little too much, without
ever, consciously at least, realizing that an actual sexual culmination would result.
But it did, one night when Mom and Dad had gone to the Griffens to play bridge.
That night Tina had been parading more tauntingly than ever, going so far as to let the
towel slip as she returned to her bedroom from the shower. And she had seen Vince
looking at her sensuously joggling young breasts with unconcealed desire. Tina giggled
and pretended to be embarrassed, ran into her room.
When she went to bed that night Tina was sure something was going to happen and
part of her knew just what that something was, and wanted it desperately. She had
trouble falling asleep, her young mind filled with expectant desire, and was in a trance
like state, bordering on unconsciousness, when she heard the door opening and saw her
sixteen year old brother moving slowly across the floor.
She watched him in the moonlit darkness, her face hidden in the shadows, so he didn't
know she was coming awake. She felt her brother's eyes peering at her developing
young body, totally naked, stretched voluptuously across the bed. She was glad it was
warm that night and that she thrown the sheets to the floor. She was especially glad she
had decided not to wear her nightie, just in case...
He paused momentarily and approached the bed again. His tongue ran over his lips
and he seemed to be breathing very fast. Tina sensed a certain overheated sweatiness,
even in the cool, darkened room. Her heart seemed to be pounding in her chest, so
loudly it seemed he could hear, and for a reason she did not understand, she felt
desperate fear in that moment.
The seconds waiting for her brother to make an overt gesture seemed to tick on for
hours. Then, finally, he moved stealthily around to the foot of the bed, never taking his
eyes off the generously contoured figure sprawled so limply and enticingly before him.
Her thighs had fallen open so that he could dimly make out the whisps of soft brown
hair that covered the erotic mound of her lower belly. She had drawn one knee up flat
on the bed even with her hip and the smooth white flesh of her inner thigh gleamed
faintly in the silent darkness, luring him on.
She heard her handsome blond haired brother sigh into the stillness of the room, and
although the angle from which she was watching made it difficult to see, she was
certain he had taken the bulge of his jeans in his hand and was gently manipulating it.
The youth seemed to draw in his breath continually as he marveled at the lush beauty
of his sister. She was the purest and most innocent thing he'd ever seen. He had
intended to do no more than this, sneak into her room while she was sleeping under
cover of darkness and at last make some attempt to relieve himself of the insane desire
for her that had so suddenly gripped his being. He could think of nothing else, girls at
school meant nothing to him... he wanted Tina, his own sister!
Lying in the darkness, Tina sensed that by now her brother's virile young cock had
been goaded into rock-hardness. She could imagine the blood throbbing painfully into
its large, rapidly expanding head, tiny droplets of warm seminal fluid already beginning
to seep from the sensitive contracting gland at its tip, smearing wetly against the
interior of his clothing.
"Vince actually wants to fuck me," the young girl thought. "I'm doing that to him!" She
felt very proud of herself and very satisfied.
Then to her amazement, she spied him doing something which set her inflamed young
heart racing madly. For, suddenly, her brother zipped down his jeans, silently opening
his fly to reach inside his shorts and grip an object which – to Tina – seemed
incredibly huge!
"My God," she thought in panic, "What if he tries to put that inside me? It would push
my tongue up out of my mouth! I could never take it!"
But, for the moment, Vince had merely massaged the heavy thick foreskin slowly back
and forth over his jerking cock-head as he advanced around the bed toward her proud
young virginal body. She was trying desperately to feign sleep, but she couldn't repress
a tremor of excitement which struck like lightening through her innocent unfucked
young body.
This was it! This was it at last!
She instinctively sensed that her brother would crawl on top of her and ram deeply up
between her open thighs with his magic instrument, although the older boy was still
not certain what he would do next. He knew he wanted more than anything to bury his
blood-swollen cock-head far up inside her and make her belly heave with delight. But
she was only twelve, he reminded himself. Was her little pussy big enough? And, for
Christ sake, she was his Sister! All these thoughts raced through the young boy's head
in myriad confusion because in spite of his original intent, in spite of how wrong he
knew it was, in spite of the fact that his parents could return any moment, in spite of
everything, he knew what he was going to do. He was going to fuck his sister!
His pants dropped heavily to the floor as he fully exposed his thickly gleaming member.
It was much bigger than she had ever expected, and it quite took her breath away. It
stood out in proud erection over her lewdly spread legs and trembling white body. His
hand fondly caressed it, and would at times swoop down to stroke his testicles as well.
He quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it to the side, standing a moment
longer over her nervously shuddering body.
Another thought occurred to the youth. For many nights he had dreamed of having his
sister's sweet little pink lips wrapped snugly and affectionately around his pulsating
hard cock, sucking madly. And, finally he could take it no longer. With their parents
gone... he knew what he would have to do. It would be a beautiful sight to see his hard
penis throbbing out its load into her lovely face, her full mouth clinging to his wildly
spewing hardness... if he could fuck her while she was asleep he would be safe from
detection. She'd ascribe it to a dream. But if he shot into her mouth, some would
inevitably dribble down and leave telltale traces on the rest of her luscious body. No, he
would have to fuck her tight, fresh little cunt first, then make her suck his cock some
other night.
Still, he couldn't resist trying one small touch of her mouth before climbing between
her outstretched legs. He knew the risk of losing his load was great, but he just had to
see that sweet mouth around his penis for only a second, he just had to see his dream
come true... to remember forever after, for the rest of his life.
Now he kneeled on the edge of the bed by her head and turned it gently toward his
erect penis. Lights flashed in Tina's head and she didn't know what to do. She had
come so far already... she had to go through with it for something that would embarrass
them both for the rest of their lives...
She could feel his fingers in her long chestnut hair. What was he going to do? Why was
he holding her head like that?
But then suddenly, when her lips were only inches away from the shiny bulbous tip of
his penis, her older brother pushed his young hips toward her upturned face, laying the
wet sticky underside of the throbbing head in the small valley formed by her closed lips.
Then he placed one thumb under her tiny nose and the other on her chin, pulling
slowly outward until his glans pressed softly through her stretched full lips and came to
rest against her bared teeth, her lips forming a puckered furrow along its length. Then
he flexed his pelvis slightly back and forth until small droplets of cum seeped from his
throbbing hard cock-shaft warmly lubricating her pouty lips surrounding it.
Tina was astounded by the taste of her brother's cum. She didn't quite know what to
make of it, but she did know she liked it. She liked the delicate piquancy of it, the
musky masculineness of it; it was exotic and rare and wonderful! She eventually found
herself licking off each new droplet, then swallowing hungrily. Cum was the most
delicious thing she had ever tasted in her young life!
Vince groaned as the tiny darting spear of her tongue flicked out, licking off his 
preseminal fluid as if in a dream. The warm breath from her nostrils blew on the muscular
bridge of his cock and made him quiver all over with desire. Her lovely young body
made him fantastically restless, he had never in his life seen such gorgeous, widely
spaced breasts as those on the heaving chest of his sister.
Looking down into her apparently sleeping face, he could see small rivulets of his cum
fluids running slowly out of the corners of her mouth on either side, dropping like tears
on her rosy cheeks. She was probably imagining she was dreaming, and instinct had
taken over from there. He wanted to shoot right up into that slender white throat and
watch as she gulped it into her, the little adam's apple bobbing up and down with each
new gush of the hotly flooding liquid.
He reached one hand down and gently stroked upward over her rounded snow-white
belly that shone so pristinely in the blue light of the moon. He smoothed over the
magnificence of her voluptuous young breasts, then underneath her firmly molded
throat. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. Far lovelier than anything Vince
had ever seen or ever hoped to see. She seemed to be made for sex. Her whole being
was sexually enticing, he wanted to touch and fondle his sister to his hearts content,
forever maybe, she was so rich in her womanhood.
With the thumb and forefinger of his left hand he reached over and pushed her lips
more tightly against his lewdly throbbing member between them, gently continuing his
slow sawing motion. The other hand moved over her lovely upthrust breast mounds,
tweaking the taut little nipples between his fingers until he could feel them hardening
mechanically under his ardent caress.
Tina shifted slightly under him, unable to repress the soft happy moan that echoed
from her subtly suctioning young lips. Her brother's hard young cock was more
wonderful than anything she had ever tasted and the resilient feel of its rubbery head
between her lips was putting her loins in a turmoil. All logic had fled... all she wanted
was to know more... more!
Suddenly, Vince seemed to pull back slightly, aware that the naked young nymph lying
before him was behaving a bit more awake than could be reasonably expected. His
lurching young rod fell from between her gently nibbling lips and down over her chin,
leaving thin threads of white stickiness trailing behind it.
Tina felt startled as the delectable male organ was removed from her ardently searching
young lips. Her thighs rustled uncomfortably, rubbing in thwarted desire against each
other as she pressed them back together. It was maddeningly difficult to keep up this
pose of being asleep. She was beginning to feel a real excitement and an insidious
warming in her own loins. She could barely control her urge to cry out with her hot,
hungry newly awakened desire.
Vince stroked his fervently throbbing penis thoughtfully, finally reaching down and
running his other hand softly over his sister's increasingly heaving mounds of cream
white breast flesh. And then, his heart pounding savagely in his chest, he found his
dream goal, the moist velvety folds of her virginal young cuntal lips below.
Tina writhed tumultuously and groaned with well aroused lust as her beloved brother's
fingers contracted her insistently tingling pussy mouth. Her body had become
squirmingly alive under the magic attention of his strong hands, which were now
stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of single-minded desire as tiny goosebumps spread
over her sensitive teenage nakedness.
She knew she would never be able to resist him. She wanted him to climb up on top of
her quickly and assuage this terrible new thirst! Quickly! Her body ached for his cock
inside her, filling her up, ached to be touched gently and teasingly as he was doing
now!
So this was what it was like to be titillated until one went out of one's mind with desire!
She understood now how he must have felt as she paraded through the house almost
totally undressed, her vulnerable virginity tantalizing but just out of reach. Because now
it was Tina wanting desperately for her brother to send his penis shooting up inside her
– yes, she wanted him to fuck her as she knew men fucked women and to quiet that
frightening thunder that was building up deep, deep inside her churning loins from that
maddening play of his young but knowledgeable fingertips on her nakedness.
Her tongue ran absently around her moist, tremulous lips, savoring the sticky, pungent
taste of the strange moisture that had painted them so glossily. The fresh young
masculine odor of his cum wafted through her flared nostrils and she breathed it deep
inside her quivering body. It did strange things to her, that odor and taste coursing
through her bloodstream like an aphrodisiacal balm, lighting titillating fires in her tiny
tautening nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve endings of her hot tight vagina.
She could feel dewdrops of moisture forming between her open legs as the exposed hair
lined lips of her cunt began to contract slowly and spasmodically, palpitating wetly
against each other.
Then, suddenly, she could no longer keep her moans in check. "Oooooh, Vince... oh,
yes... rub me... rub me like that... oooo ooohhh..." Her teenaged brother was at first
startled, then he looked at her closely, to be sure she wasn't dreaming. "I'm sorry,
Tina," he said huskily, "but I want you, I've wanted you forever... you've known that,
haven't you . . did you, Tina? Did you know, and do you want me too?"
"Oh yes, Vince... I want you to teach me everything, I want you to show me... oh, yes,
yes, love me! I want you to!" the young girl cried. It seemed totally natural and proper
to learn about sex from her brother who she had always loved and admired.
"Tina, my own Tina..." he said, getting up onto the bed beside her. His beautiful sister
had said she wanted him. He knew she had not been asleep and was not dreaming, and
he knew that no matter what, he would have her. He would have her before any other
man. It may never happen again after this, but tonight they would not forget for the
rest of their lives.
Tina squirmed in agony, her copper hair flailing on the pillow. She felt helplessly
caught in the deep sharp pricks of lust that were dancing through her young flesh.
Vince was moving between her legs, crouched on all fours above her tender young
body, gently pushing her unresisting lithe thighs apart. He moved between them, his
knees pressed between her ankles and his warm breath coming just a few tantalizing
inches above the hair-covered vee of her spread open pussy. His mouth watered as he
looked down at the becoming little slit rotating sensuously, expectantly, just below his
lips. He stared in lustful fascination at the thinly glistening furrow that started at the
bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed along through the rounded half moons of
her buttocks pressed tightly down into the mattress.
Through half closed eyes, Tina could see her brother's shadowy form crouching
between her opened legs. She could feel the strength of his hands pushing flat against
the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret little cunt was
open to him to do as he willed with it. She watched with bated breath as his head
lowered slowly, slowly, and then...
"Ooooooh," she breathed huskily, her pelvis jerking into his face, "Vincent, Vince... oh,
my precious brother!"
His soft groping lips closed over the silky mound at the base of her belly, his face
indistinct in the semi-darkness vanishing entirely from her view in the soft dark fleece
as he wetly kissed her virginal pussy, his tongue flicking lizard-like at her quivering
cuntal opening.
It seemed as if she was no longer able to control herself – to still the raging desire in
any way. Her hands began to move sensuously down her undulating stomach, coming
to rest on either side of his urgently embedded face. Her tentatively trembling fingers
stroked for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs – then slowly spread
the fleshy hair lined lips of her moist pussy-furrow apart, allowing her brother's thirstily
lapping tongue still greater access to the warm, wetly pulsing vaginal flesh.
She cried out involuntarily as her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head
lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow. Her brother's hot, searing tongue
shot out, its madly flicking tip encircling her quiveringly erect clitoris – and then his
lips were sucking ravenously, drawing the soft warm folds deep into the furnace cavern
of his mouth, his tongue continuing its obsessed licking against the straining pink bud
of her clitoral bud.
Tina groaned from deep in her throat as her brother's fiery probing tongue-tip worked
its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her narrow pussy slit, starting
at her lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening
of her hotly clasping vagina and into the crevice of her snugly flexing buttocks where it
paused momentarily to do a wet prodding homage to her tightly puckered little anus.
Soft mewling animal sounds escaped lewdly from between her passion-clenched teeth,
and her brother worked all the more hungrily from hearing them. He could feel her
silky young pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks and a feeling of deja vu
swept over him. He had for so long dreamed of having his beautiful younger sister
under the ministrations of his ardent twisting of his tongue, it was as if it had all
happened before, as indeed it had, a hundred times in his dreams, ever since she had
reached an early puberty, blossoming into the most delectable girl he had ever seen.
And now, now at last it was really happening and his little sister was loving it as much
as he. Every sound that broke from her throat served to urge him on, and his tongue
drove all the faster as it worked its way up and down her steaming hot crevice. Now his
mind was going just a little wild, and he wanted to hear her begging for it when he
fucked it to her – and she was undoubtedly almost at that point.
He had never seen anyone so hot as his lovely young sister, contorting her voluptuous
body so agonizingly above him. She wanted him, much more than he had realized.
Vince felt her hands clawing at his blond hair, guiding his face toward the palpitating
cunt. He rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it titillatingly,
then quickly withdrew it again to tease around the edges of her expectantly eager cunt.
By now her hands were firmly clamped against the back of his head, pressing his face in
deeper. Tina's head had thrust backward as her loins rose off the bed and up against his
urgently licking and sucking mouth. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping
viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural groan
from his gorgeous sister whose thighs were now closing so convulsively around either
side of his moving head. He could feel the velvety flesh slip moistly around his
extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a depraved
little sucking motion, attempting to pull his face deeper and deeper up into her cunt. It
was as though her thirsty bearded little cunt mouth wanted to pull his tongue out by
the roots and devour it alive. Her heels pushed down against his back, pressing him
into her hungrily engulfing vaginal passage until he couldn't breathe, with her hot wet
cunt like a clinging mask of desire over his face. His nose was pressed tight against the
tiny tingling nub of her clitoris above, breathing in her lust-juiced essence, which was
flowing in passion-flowering abundance. This excited his penis to a hardness he could
no longer control, he had to fuck her now or he would explode all over the mattress.
Tina's loins were in such a combined state of turmoil and ecstasy that every muscle in
her burning young body seemed to be straining up toward the maddeningly lingual
probe that was working so excitedly between her quivering kicking legs. She had never
expected that anything in the world could feel like this, it was as if she were dying,
being consumed by flames of beautiful ecstasy.
Her updrawn legs opened and shut around the wildly tormenting head between them
that was licking so lovingly at her fire-seared vagina. The cords of her neck stood out,
straining ferociously as she pulled with all her strength at her brother's blond hair
mingling with her own chestnut brown pussy hair.
"Oh, yes Vince... suck me... lick me... it's wonderful!" she moaned, splaying her legs
wider and wider over his back to give him greater access to her cunt mouth.
Her brother moaned and held her legs behind his knees moving them gently up to his
shoulders, sliding smoothly up her soft tender body at the same time.
His rigidly throbbing young cock brushed tantalizingly against her wetly tangled pubic
hair as he planted his hands on either side of her creamy white shoulders, with her
ankles now locked tightly around his neck. He could see down between their bodies her
upturned asscheeks exposed with the thin vertical mouth of her curl-fringed little pussy,
so tender and virginal and untouched. Her narrow oval cunt-slit was visibly clenching
and unclenching with desire-heated anticipation, the warm moist furrow held apart by
the pressure of his thighs jammed so tightly up against hers.
Tina felt delirious with desire. She saw her brother, wild now with sexuality, hovering
above her and she could feel the stiffness of his sleek, fleshy hardness lying the full
length of her hotly quaking little pussy slit. God, why doesn't he push it in? she
screamed in her head. Her passion dimmed eyes blinked with emotion in the darkness.
She had to have it inside her... she was aching for it, she would die if she didn't have it
fucking her up inside!
But the jerking head of his cock merely rested throbbingly between her widespread
buttocks, gently insinuating itself up and down, up and down in a maddening tease that
caused her to grind her naked pelvis salaciously upward against it, her hungry young
cunt yearning for its hard, blood-filled tip.
Her pale soft hands reached down underneath the grinding cheeks of her buttocks to
grasp the full length of his stone hard organ and Vince groaned softly above her as she
stroked it softly in mute reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing between her
palms and the sticky fluid that trickled down in warm thin droplets from the blood
engorged head. She guided it ardently up the nakedly spread crevice of her buttocks,
not allowing it to lose contact with her hotly tingling flesh until it was poised like a
cannon barrel between her pulsating vagina's saliva-slickened flanges.
And then the almost passion crazed young twelve year old held it there with one hand,
the other on her brother's buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull his turgid cock
into her and let it drown the gnawing heat that was flaming out of control within the
boiling confines of her uninitiated belly.
It was all Vince could do to keep from fucking forward and impaling his sister on his
heavily aching cock with one long, cunt-splitting thrust. But he had to wait, it had to be
absolutely perfect for her, he had to be worthy of the prize. Would she suffer
afterwards, or would he in some way be able to make sex better for her for the rest of
her life? He knew it would hurt at first, breaking her hymen, and initiating her into
womanhood. He had never had a virgin before; how should he do it... fast and hard,
slow and easy... ? His hesitation, each moment of delay, was adding more delightful
agony to his sperm churning balls. He decided to fuck her fast and hard and spew out
his white hot semen deep up within her begging young cunt.
They both gulped, and then Tina felt the lips of her blood-pounding vagina being
pushed open. The tight rimmed snugness resisted for a moment and then gave way
under his steady insistent pressure. She wanted to cry out for she had not expected the
pain. Vince pushed and grunted, a tone of regret in his voice for the pain he was about
to cause her. When suddenly the hard rubbery tip met her hymen she thought she was
going to die from the exquisite electricity which coursed through her burning young
flesh. She resisted mechanically, emitting a long low groan of desire from deep in her
throat. Vince moved hungrily and brutally against her. His cock was being squeezed by
her tightly resisting little pussy and in his ears her long scream echoed as if from a great
distance. Shoving his hands under the tautly clenched curves of her buttocks, he
gripped her strongly and shoved forward with everything he had. Her moaning became
a fluttering gurgle of pure joy as the walls of her vagina split wide, then closed in again
to milk caressingly around his solidly plunging penis.
"Ooooooh, Vince, Ahhhhhhhh!"
Suddenly his lust inflamed cock was all the way in to the hilt, his sperm filled testicles
spanking with a lewd sound into the split of her buttocks. He groaned, the cords of his
neck muscles straining with super-human tension. Her legs jerked out wide on either
side of his young body, splaying over either side of the bed and kicking high into the
air.
Her shapely young body was pinned to the bed, impaled on her brother's cock like a
helpless little butterfly in an insect collection. With each jerk the blood-bloated head
seemed to shove deeper into her, even though each time before she felt she had been
filled to the very limit. His outstretched arms pinned her shoulders snugly to the
mattress, his solidly planted knees held her thighs split wide apart. She felt as if her
body were being ripped down the middle and that this giant impaling instrument
embedded in her belly would destroy her, but she didn't care, it was marvelous! His
fiery plunging rod felt as though it might come out her throat as its blood-filled head
bumped her cervix with a mind jarring thump, causing her head to buffet against the
headboard of her bed.
Vince looked down at his sister's face, so contorted with the intense pain and pleasure
of virginal intercourse, she was barely recognizable. Her lips curled back from her teeth,
pleading in incoherent whimpers from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched,
palms against his moving hips. Looking between their incestuously coupled bodies,
Vince could see their pubic hair tangled together, the base of his young cock flat against
the hotly throbbing little pussy furrow that his tongue had licked to moist receptiveness
just short moments ago. The snug lips of her desire-seared cunt were stretched almost
to the bursting point, the rubbery outer rim clasped tightly around the turgid base of
his penis like a rubber band.
He held her there for a moment, savoring the illicit, erotic moonlight sight of his own
sensationally beautiful sister impaled on his heavily throbbing cock, lost deep within
her tender untouched little cunt, her curvaceous white belly heaving with emotion and
lustful desire.
Tina squirmed beneath him, feeling the hot searing presence of his hardness deep up
inside her, flexing her cuntal muscles against the hardness which seemed to cause it to
throb into even greater rigidity in her no longer virginal passage. She could feel its
every fleshy ridge and pulsing vein and her nerve endings transmitted its description to
her ecstatic brain in minute detail. She felt as if her loins were going to sing out loud
from sheer pleasure, and yet, at the same time there was the wracking pain... a pain that
was gradually subsiding...
And then it seemed as if it were a live thing moving around up inside her! The hard
rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, the thin ridges along its length, the feel of his
heavy, sperm-filled balls against the crevice of her buttocks, everything seemed to be a
part of her! She was one with it, and in spite of the pain, her tongue began a hungry
licking at her lips. They were covered with his cum and her nostrils flared again,
drawing the pungent odor deep into her lungs, mingling with the feeling of his cock
throbbingly planted in her belly. It seemed to roll together in one great fiery ball of
aching desire and her cunt contracted involuntarily as her body and mind began racing
out of complete control.
"Please, please, please Vince... do it to me... do it!"
Her brother didn't move his body, but flexed his burgeoning cock slightly, causing her
to moan with delight. He flexed again, watching with lustful fascination her desire
contorted face within its frame of moonlit chestnut hair. She whimpered futilely, her
mouth hanging slackly open, her eyes shut tight. Then there was a sharp intake of
breath as he expanded his cock again, intoxicatingly stretching her virginal channel. He
watched as her nostrils began a hesitant flaring in time to the slow teasing throbbing of
his deeply embedded hardness, soft mewling sounds of pleasure slipping from her
lovely full lips.
"Urrrggggghhhh!" she groaned happily, her eyes rolling with primitive desire.
And then her urgent answering throbs began to clutch spasmodically around the head
of his penis as her wetly clasping cuntal flesh undulated rhythmically around his
pulsating member.
Vince could scarcely contain himself as her groans and mewls of pleasure resounded
throughout the room. Her head was lolling from side to side on the pillow as her hips
began an inciting roll beneath his hard impaling cock. He clenched his teeth together to
regain control as he felt her hungry nibbling cunt screwing itself up tighter against his
slim young pelvis.
Within Tina's wide stretched cunt, all remaining pain was giving way to a maddening
electric tingle that began deep in her womb and seeped relentlessly through every raw
nerve ending right down to her toes. It rippled through her freshly awakened cunt like
fire across her thighs and along the full length of her wide-splayed legs and out the tips
of her little curling toes. It worked its way up from her contracting belly through the rib
cage and out the tips of her palpitating nipples peaked into tiny hard buds. Rivulets of
perspiration ran down the sides of the full, pulsating mounds, soaking the mattress
beneath her squirming back.
Tina rotated her hips abandonedly around her brother's young hotly throbbing cock,
groaning with pleasure as she did so. The hotly contracting muscles nibbled hungrily at
the inflamed head. Then the dilated lips of her hair-covered slit pulled tantalizingly
away, sliding moistly down his rod for several inches and then nibbling their way
slowly back up, buffeting her soft cunt curls snugly up against his pubic hair. Her
handsome brother was wide eyed and delighted as her quivering young body pumped
up and down on his rigid cock-piston.
He looked down with his blue eyes filled with lust as her cunt pulled down off his 
cuntmoistened shaft, and then he responded by pushing the velvety folds back up into her
so his moist shiny length was swallowed whole back into her salaciously devouring
pussy. He let her strain against him momentarily, watching with delight the utter
abandon of her features as they contorted with lust. Then her reactions began to come
faster as the tempo of her cuntal grinding became more furious. Her teeth bit hard into
her lower lip and he knew that she was straining to cum. The milking juices of her
vagina were flowing warmly around his cock shaft and there was a wet sucking sound
in the darkened room as he quietly fucked his nakedly spread young sister as though
there were no tomorrow. Her back arched off the squeaking bed, her feet planted flat
on either side of his knees, and her hips began to hump faster and faster until finally
she threatened to buck her brother right off the bed.
"Oh Vince... I... I think it's happening I think I'm... cumming!" she moaned out and bit
down hard on her tongue as her toes curled tightly and waves of lewdly rising sensation
began spilling up through her loins and outward like an invading army through the
open and vulnerable field of her heaving belly. Then, suddenly, with a deep throated
groan, her burning young body began shuddering. Seeping warm cum spewed out from
the throbbing, tightly locked passage around her brother's deeply impaling penis,
drowning him in its sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice of her globular white
buttocks over his testicles which were slapping wildly now down against the tiny
puckered circle of her anus.
With this her brother seemed to go insane. With her body still jerking in the throes of
savage virginal orgasm, he reached back and grabbed her ankles and pushed them back
over her shoulders until she was wound up like a ball with his cock working in and out
of her like a drill. Her knees were forced back over her shoulders to touch the mattress
on either side of her head, and her widespread little pussy slit opened up completely to
his incestuous penis.
Something had snapped inside the teenage boys head. He had no idea who she was, he
didn't care, all he knew was that this was the best fuck he ever had and the boy
thudded his belly against hers with a hard wet smacking noise that sounded like
thunder through the silence of the room. His lean body pressed hard against the full
ripe smoothness of her firm young breasts as he locked his mouth tightly over hers. He
sucked on her tongue furiously and then thrust his own probing tongue deep into her
throat, stifling her passionate cries of ecstasy. His shoulders pushed against the backs of
her calves and kept her locked in the helpless balled-up position as he fucked her with
demented energy, cupping the firm spasming cheeks of her buttocks in his strong hands
and kneading their wriggling fullness, pulling her ass-cheeks wide apart.
By now he was groaning through a series of long hard strokes up into her steaming
little girl cunt which had become wet and slippery from her cumming. He was thrusting
in and out with an urgency that signaled her that his own orgasm was fast approaching.
Tina groaned as her exposed pussy was plundered again and again, almost beyond
endurance. She could feel her brother's burgeoning cock fucking up and down inside
her warm viscous passage like a flesh piston and the hot spanking of his balls against
her buttocks was wildly exciting. Her womb flared and the unresisting lips of her hair
lined cuntal orifice flowered open under his welcome rape of her youthful genitals. Her
fingernails clawed a path of red streaks across his rapidly flexing buttocks as she pulled
him as deep up into her as she could, thrusting her fleece covered pussy up over the
driving hot hardness of his cock like a madwoman. She sucked voraciously on his
tongue still shoving far back into her throat, greedily swallowed his saliva, remarking to
herself how wonderful it was. The pungent odor of their love-making filled the small
dark room, serving to excite her more, and her body struggled to compliment his
rhythm with her own energetic thrashing and humping.
The bedsprings squeaked loudly in the time to their wild brother-sister fucking, and
their grunts, groans and moans reverberated off the walls, mingling with the sound of
sweat soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the viscous
slamming of his pile-driving organ sliding in and out of her receptively welcoming cunt.
"Oh, oh," he groaned. "Oh... you're beautiful Tina... so hot... love you... so hot... oh my
lovely hot little sister!" He could feel the white-hot cum building up inside his over
heated balls as they slapped hard against his sister's upturned buttocks. He was ready...
ready... he shoved his tongue wildly up into her throat and pulled her widespread ass
cheeks still further apart, grinding his pelvis mindlessly and ramming his spewing cock
all the way to the hilt.
And then suddenly Tina could feel the heat of his fiercely expanding instrument begin
to sputter and jerk inside her, the delicious boiling liquid shooting into her like liquid
fire, ricocheting around in her dilated belly like streams of molten lava from a hotly
erupting volcano. Her cunt clasped his cock ecstatically, reaching a new plateau of
orgasm from the wonderful feeling of his hot sperm shooting up inside her, and then
she answered him by spilling her own climactic secretions for a second time up into the
already drowning cavern of her quivering vaginal passage.
Tina thought it was the most beautiful experience of her life. She wanted it to go on
forever! Reaching frantically beneath her own squirming buttocks, she began to milk
her brother's balls desperately to extract all the wonderful liquid from him she could.
Her legs kicked out, muscles knotted with tension, to either side of the bed. His heavily
emptying cock continued to jerk out its climax, filling her to the bursting and foaming
out between the contracting greedily lips that were so hungrily backhugging his hard
driving cock up between them.
"Oh Vince, you're filling me up with your cum... Oh my wonderful, beautiful
brother..." she moaned in pleasure, the hot, wet flesh of her cunt walls sucking hungrily
at his throbbing penis until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk, shooting out its 
final drop, and began to slowly deflate up inside her belly.
The insides of her smooth thighs were smeared lewdly with his thick sticky juice. It
trickled in thin white rivulets down into the crevice of her buttocks, forming a dark wet
circle on the mattress beneath where the sheet was also stained with her virginal blood.
The thought of her brother's hot cum inside her was thrilling her beyond measure in a
new feeling of completeness she had never known never known before...
Totally full and content, the satisfied young girl smiled affectionately at her brother,
caressed him and wrapping her hand around his softened penis, forever grateful for the
new world he had opened up to her.
Vince lay beside his sister, ashamed of the incestuous act and yet knowing he would
have to have more. His intention was to have her once and be rid of the insane, sinful
desire but the distraught young boy knew that it was not going to work the way he had
planned. If he stayed around she would become more of an obsession with him... he
would have to have her every night... they would eventually be caught. She could even
get pregnant and give birth to a child! The poor teenager knew he had rubbed
Aladdin's lamp. He would have to leave, she was too much to resist at close quarters...
his little sister was by far the best fuck in the world!


Chapter 3

Tina reluctantly forced herself to return to the present, riding in the back seat of her
parent's car on the way back to Riverside with this handsome, friendly dog resting his
massive head in her lap. She sometimes wondered if that wonderful night had really
happened, it seemed so long ago. So much had happened since then, so many others...
God, it was good to be free again, the cherubic girl thought as she sighed and watched
the countryside sweeping by the window. She had never understood why Vince left
home the way he did, so suddenly without telling anyone where he was going. He had
explained to her that it wasn't right what they were doing, but the amoral little girl
could see no harm in something so beautiful, in fact, she reasoned, the harm was in not
doing it. She found herself becoming nervous and restless when she had to go without
sex. It didn't take her long to discover that other people felt the same way she did, it
was sort of a universal bond, and she couldn't be bothered with all the silly boys at
school who would practically cum just looking at her, not after Vince. That was why
she liked to go with the kids to Los Angeles. Her parents thought she was involved with
drugs, but young Tina had found that drugs only served to disrupt her enjoyment of
sex, although she could hardly explain that one to her prudish parents. Well, she
thought philosophically, that's one good thing about spending time in the "joint", as
she continued to refer to St. Gertrude's School, it made one appreciate the pleasures of
home. If her parents were going to get all upset about her going to Los Angeles, she
would just have to find her sexual entertainment right at home in Riverside, though it
wouldn't be easy. It seemed like everyone in that town knew her father... the young girl
mused, already thinking about where she would go as soon as she could get out of the
house.
Tina tickled Hans' soft furry throat and listened to him purr contentedly in her lap. She
had never heard a dog make such cat-like noises before, and there was a strange sensual
quality to it that sent waves of excitement shooting up into her tremulous belly. She
gulped and shook her long chestnut hair out of her eyes. Having indulged for so long
in her favorite day dream, her pussy lips had begun to tingle frantically, but there was
no way to rub there without being noticed. She tried to casually force Hans' head
farther down toward her cunt in order to embed his nose there and relieve the sensual
itch, but it didn't help. There was too much clothing there between them.
Closing her eyes, the teenager tried not to think of Vince fucking her, but it was
impossible, with her father's blonde head the image of his son's and her sitting in the
familiar back seat of the family car, it was all too much.
She couldn't help wondering if her father fucked her mother the way Vince had fucked
her that night. Looking at the two of them, she doubted it, but still couldn't help feeling
a little tinge of jealousy. No wonder her mother was such a paragon of virtue, the
confused young girl thought in her own defense. I wouldn't have to go about searching
for satisfaction either if Vince were home, or if Daddy... she stopped herself abruptly.
Even to the irrepressible Tina the thought of she and her father was absurd enough to
make her giggle nervously to herself.
Tina wondered if she would ever be able to recapture the magnificent orgasms she had
undergone with her brother. She was promiscuous, but had never found anyone to
equal Vince and the blissful happiness he had given her that night almost two years
ago. If she found someone she really loved, would she become less wanton? She wasn't
sure, but she hoped so. Tina was basically a good girl who had been brought up to
believe in decent moral principles. She didn't want to be "bad" all her life – she just
couldn't seem to find herself. Perhaps when she found the perfect lover she would learn
to control herself and devote herself to just that one other person. But now, she was too
unsatisfied sexually most of the time and, when her desires got worked up by
interesting males, then she just had to have their big hard cocks up inside her.
She stroked Hans' ears and chin absently as she thought.
Tina looked up and out the window. They were approaching the Riverside turn off on
the freeway. Soon they would be driving down the main boulevard, past the library,
past her old school, past all the places that were as familiar to her as her own backyard.
They were places Vince used to take her when they were both little, but being four
years older, Vince had always seemed big and strong to Tina. She remembered the time
when she had been roaring down the "main drag" with a boy in her class in his hot rod,
both of them yelling their heads off and throwing empty beer cans into the street.
When they were stopped by the police, there would have been real trouble for Tina if
her clean-cut older brother hadn't come to save her like a knight on a white charger,
leaving his date and his friends to take her home, gently scolding her and making her
promise never to act so foolish again.
She sighed and withdrew back into herself, continuing to stroke and fondle Hans'
increasingly nervous head. His penis had come out a half a foot, but she couldn't see it,
and the mature male dog was beside himself, not knowing what to do.
As they pulled into the driveway of the split level brick and clapboard house where Tina
had lived her whole life she felt a surge of warmth and security rush through her being
and heard her father's deep voice announce: "We're home, baby."
The young girl took in the comforting sight of the tree lined street, the lawns all
manicured to perfection, each neighbor trying to outdo the other. She saw the San
Bernardino mountains standing protectively in the distance and she breathed in the 
soft sweet air of home. She was going to be good this time, the young girl vowed to
herself... or at least, she was really going to try.
The first thing she did was run up to her room. It was just as she had left it six weeks
ago, except from the looks of things her mother had been cleaning in there again. Tina
was always annoyed by what .she referred to as her mother's "cleanliness fetish", but
she noticed with a feeling of genuine affection and gratitude that her mom had placed a
vase of fresh daisies on her bed-side table, having remembered that they were her
daughter's favorite flower.
Hans had continued to pad around after her upstairs, but she had no objection. He was
a sleek handsome animal, and she had to confess that she found his company pleasant.
Intermittently, as she changed clothes, she thought she spied his big brown eyes
watching her with the intentness of a human male although the girl attributed this to
her imagination. Having spent so long in the girls' school she felt she must be
projecting her own wishes onto the poor animal.
Looking quizzically down at him she noted to herself that he was indeed very
handsome and why did she feel flattered by his interest? And why did her breasts seem
to warm under his gaze? She even found herself thrusting her chest out slightly
whenever she walked past him, and instinctively – just because someone was after all
watching her – she did sort of dress and undress again in a slow, teasing, rather
provocative manner.
But could a dog really get worked up over a girl, a girl person? Tina really didn't
know... could a girl get excited about a dog? She cast her cat-eyes furtively toward the
dog's genitals from time to time and slowly, subtly, found a certain curiosity arising
within her. She had never given any thought to the obvious fact that dogs had sex lives
as well as people, but there was something in Hans' steady masculine demeanor which
made her just a shade piqued with curiosity. So that before long she even found herself
trying to glance under his belly in order to find out just what he was made of.
Not that she discovered anything which satisfied her very much. There was just the
usual angular jut of fur covered sex-pouch, and the soft sway of medium sized balls
beneath. And after a while she found herself giggling as she considered how obscene
and silly she was being.
Tina's bedroom was situated at the front of the Williams' house with the bed shoved
under the window. Tina had always enjoyed stretching out on the quilt her
grandmother had made for her when she was a little girl and piling the pillows at the
foot to gaze on the street, idly dreaming her little girl dreams. She did just that, after
unpacking the few things she had taken with her to St. Gertrudes, knowing even then
she wouldn't be gone long.
She found it very pleasant lying on her bed, looking out over her street and absently
stroking her dog's snout and ears. He was her dog, the girl realized with pleasure! Mom
had said he was the new member of the family and that made him hers. She thought
how much fun it would be to take Hans with her to the beach, how all the kids would
admire the handsome animal and how she would have him do tricks to impress them
with his intelligence. Oh, yes, she mused... they were going to have a great time
together this summer. She felt comfortable and at ease, completely protected from the
outside world and its fears. She had never realized how much her home and family
meant to her before she was sent to that horrid girls school. Tina quickly dismissed all
unpleasant memories from her resilient young mind... that was all over, she was home
now. She felt so relaxed that eventually she dozed off into a pleasant unhindered sleep,
the soft summer breeze gently caressing her soft young body.
She was surprised when she awoke to find that twilight had fallen on their street and
that Hans was ardently licking her outstretched hand from his side of the bed.
"Hans... what..." The door to the bedroom opened with a creak and Marsha Williams
came in, dressed in her usual polyester pants and body-concealing cotton shirt. Tina
wondered how her mom would look dressed in something sexy, something like her
friend Alice Griffith might wear.
"Did you have a nice nap, honey?" her mother asked from the door.
"Oh... yes, Mom... thanks," Tina exclaimed, taking her well-licked fingers just a little
too self-consciously out of Hans' range. She swung her legs down off the bed and
smoothed down the skirt of her sundress as the dog backed off toward the other end of
the bedroom, circled briefly as if arranging a clearing in a primeval forest, and then sat
down, his glowing eyes fastened hotly on his new young friend.
"That's good," Marsha said, striding purposefully in and drawing down all the window
shades before finally putting on the light. Then she stood looking directly at her
daughter for a moment and seemed to hesitate before she finally spoke: "Christina, I
hate to have to start in on you your first day back hon, but . .
Tina sighed. "Oh shit," she thought, looking up at her mother's stern face. "What have
I done now? I haven't even been out of my room for Christ's sake!" She knew that
whenever her mother called her Christina it was something relatively serious with her
so she braced herself for the onslaught of her mother's lecturing, silently vowing to
herself that she would not back-talk, not today at least.
"Well, honey," her mother continued, obviously having trouble deciding how to
approach her daughter on this one. "You probably weren't aware of it but..." she moved
over and sat down next to her daughter on the bed, taking the girl's soft young hand
into her affectionately and gazing intently into her bright green eyes. "Tina, you were
sleeping with the window open, right onto the street and in that little sundress which I
think is too short at best... and... well when did you stop wearing underthings?" she
finally blurted out.
Tina blushed and gulped in embarrassment. She had totally forgotten! Undressing so
quickly, it had completely passed her thinking to put anything on underneath. Had her
mother seen her like that from the street! Tina was too embarrassed to ask.
It was just that she had felt so relaxed in her old surroundings in her own lovely girlish
bedroom, with the easy flavor of the street out side, she had fallen dead away into the
pleasant nap.
"I-I still wear underthings, Mom, I just forgot..." Tina offered lamely, by now deciding
that it wasn't such a big deal after all. She hoped her mother would get off the subject
soon and not go on forever about it the way she usually did.
To her surprise Marsha smiled and gave her a little hug. "Okay then, enough said...
how about dinner? Hungry?"
Tina looked up gratefully at her mother and gave her a big hug in return. "You bet,"
she said, "I'm starving!"
Tina bolted from the bed and went to her dresser to find some panties. Marsha cleared
her throat and said in what she hoped was a casual tone: "One other tiny thing, Tina...
try to remember that Hans is a male dog and they can get excited... okay?"
"Sure, Mom." Tina answered, wondering why her mother would say a thing like that.
For some reason her heart started to beat inexplicably fast. She didn't want to glance at
the giant German shepherd. She just couldn't explain it, but she sensed a certain
tension in the air of the cheerful bedroom. "Oh shit," she chided herself, "I'm
imagining things!"
Arm in arm mother and daughter went down the stairs to get dinner on the table
before Jim got home. Marsha was smiling, but her mind was whirling with a million
questions. "Why in God's name did I say that about Hans?" the confused woman
wondered. She couldn't remember when she had ever before remarked on Hans as a
sexual animal. Why was she thinking these kind of thoughts so suddenly?
Well, no matter. It was time to set the table. She handed her daughter the plates and
remarked once again how good it was to have her home.
Tina set the table, for once without complaining, and after asking her mother if there
was anything else she could do, went into the living room to wait for her father's
arrival.
Hans followed her and sat himself in his accustomed spot in front of the fireplace,
never taking his big brown eyes off her. Tina sat for a moment on the couch, returning
the massive animal's stare, a wicked little smile curling across her lips at the
remembrance of her mothers statement earlier, "male dogs can get excited." Then, with
one eye on the kitchen door and an ear cocked for the sound of her father's car, the
young girl raised both bare feet up off the floor to the edge of the cushion and lewdly
spread her shapely legs, shifting her skirt high up over her thighs. With the lips of her
tender young pussy peeking out from either side of the crotchband of her diaphanous
little panties, she hissed; "Here Hans – come here, boy!"
Hans got right to his feet and bounded over to her, as though he had been waiting for
just that command.
"Wow!" the young girl breathed, smiling broadly... "Wow! Maybe Riverside won't be so
bad after all!"


Chapter 4

Marsha had prepared a special dinner for her daughter's first night home, roast beef
with potatoes and lots of gravy, Tina's favorite meal. Both parents were once again
astounded at how much food their daughter could consume without putting on an
ounce of extra weight, at least not in the wrong places, her father noticed with a certain
amount of pride in the sheer beauty of his daughter's body. He looked from his wife to
his daughter sitting across from each other at the round oak table, cozily situated in the
kitchen. It truly was amazing how much they looked alike, even more so now that Tina
had apparently grown up.
His thoughts drifted back to the long ago days when he and Marsha were young, not
much older than Tina was now, when they first met back in Ohio. She was the belle of
the town, his Marsha. He would have married her anyway, even if she hadn't gotten
pregnant with Vince the first night he had fucked her, but maybe not so soon, maybe
he would have had a chance to sow a few wild oats...
Water under the bridge! he chided himself. There had been a couple of other women
on business trips and the like, but the guilt he had felt afterwards made it hardly worth
the few moments of illicit pleasure he had enjoyed. He knew he was the only man his
wife had ever known – would ever know, and the assurance gave him a great deal of
pleasure. Still, there was a gnawing restlessness deep inside the conservative husband
and father that sometimes made him envy his young son Vince, whom he knew full
well must be sowing wild oats enough for the both of them.
Tina was chattering on about how nice it was to be home, how terrible the food, among
other things, was at St. Gertrude's, and how she had forgotten what a terrific cook her
mother was. She was looking forward to the summer at home, seeing her friends and
doing other things she enjoyed, within limits, of course. No mention had been made of
what she could and could not do now that she was out of school and both her parents
were hesitant to start off by giving the girl a long list of rules. They knew from
experience that Tina would rebel totally if they were too strict with her, yet they knew
they had to keep a firm rein on the girl. Marsha hoped that Hans would help keep her
around the house, and then felt a faint trace of apprehension without really knowing
why.
When dinner was over Tina got right up to do the dishes, to her mother's surprise,
without any coaxing. Marsha was not so naive to think this model child they had
brought home from St. Gertrude's would be around for long, but she was pleased and
willing to enjoy Tina's solicitousness while it lasted. She gladly took her coffee into the
living room to share the evening paper with her husband.
Tina went into the kitchen, none too pleased with the chore ahead, but taking comfort
in the fact that when the dishes were done she would be free to do as she pleased.
Besides, she would end up having to do them anyway, she knew, and it was easier to
simply get them done without the nightly argument with her mother. Besides, with her
mother in the living room instead of standing over her like she usually did, Tina would
have a chance to become better acquainted with Hans. She fed the balance of the roast
beef to the dog who gulped it quickly away, wagged his tail and thanked her with his
soft brown eyes.
When the dishes were done, Hans followed her up the stairs to her room. She took out
a few magazines and records, but found herself restless and bored. The young girl knew
what she wanted to do and a slow secret smile crept across her face as she considered
how she might pleasantly pass the time. And then there was a soft nudge at her feet
and she looked down at the dog panting and seeming to smile up at her. He was
rousing her curiosity, the way he followed her and the way he responded to her not so
subtle suggestion in the living room. She wondered just how much the dog knew...
"Here, Hans," she patted the bed beside her. Hans whined happily and came up to her,
planting one forepaw on her knee and resting his cold wet nose in the center of her lap.
Suddenly there was a raw throbbing feeling in Tina's pussy. She had enjoyed having her
hot young cunt licked a few times in her young life and she liked that sort of thing.
And now, with Hans's nose separated from her cuntal lips by only the thin material of
her skirt and panties...
There was almost an electromagnetic field joining the two of them in that warm central
little hole up between her smooth young thighs. She gazed down into the German
shepherd's fond brown eyes and wondered how much he could understand. Could he
possibly sense that...
But no... that was impossible, a dog couldn't know about those things.
Still, Hans was so handsome, and his face was so intelligent looking. He had a
masculine sturdy bearing as well. She wondered how the little girl dogs in the
neighborhood found him. Did he set their pussies to throbbing when he came strutting
proudly by? She had the healthy suspicion that he was probably quite a heartbreaker.
Just like Vince, she thought, he probably had half the bitches in town hot for him.
Suddenly she laughed at her foolishness and shook his head between her cool, slender
hands. "Are you one of those kind of guys, Hans? Going all over town letting the girls
fight over you? No, you aren't like that, are you?"
And then abruptly, without knowing what prompted her, she reached underneath his
body to feel around for his genitals.
Hans began to whimper and moan hotly into her lap as she found his rather unusually
heavy testicles in the narrow furry scabbard containing his penis. She stroked there
gently and was delighted to discover that this actually excited her. She found her
nostrils flaring and wondered how much stroking would be required for his dog-cock to
begin showing itself from its furry sheath.
She didn't have long to wait, for suddenly she could feel something warm and slippery
sliding softly out into her fingers. Her heart gave a terrific jump and she could hear a
rushing in her ears like that of a tidal wave washing over everything in its path. This
was a dog's penis, very slick and moist, and with not a great deal of resemblance to that
of a man's. And yet at the same time it was fiercely exciting. Perhaps the very illicitness
of what she was doing was serving to excite her so savagely. She could feel a warmth
spreading in her loins as her finger found the liquid droplet of cum that was seeping
forth from the small opening in the tip of his penis.
"Hans!" she gasped. "What in the world are you doing?"
In reply to her exclamation, the handsome German shepherd barked twice and began to
happily lap at her face. Tina giggled and tried to evade his surging tongue, but he was
too fast for her. It lapped hot and wet over her eyelids, nose and lips.
"Hans – no!" she laughed gaily, as if it were a game, but as his tongue tip darted out to
stroke across her open mouth, she felt a forbidden wave of desire shooting through her
loins like a small electric vibration.
"Hans... oh... please..." She tried to back off from him, but suddenly that lengthy red
tongue of his was lapping up across the front of her dress and making her swelling
young breasts bobble from side to side under its heated naughty manipulation. "Oh...
Hans... please, this is wrong... really wrong!"
Suddenly she squirmed away and leaped to her feet, her heart aching heavily within her
pounding chest. She made her way across the room to the bathroom as fast as her small
feet would carry her, hurried inside, and closed the door behind her as swiftly as she
could, shutting out his excitedly whimpering face.
Breathing hotly, Tina grasped her throat and wondered what on earth had come over
the two of them. At first it had been just a game, to see what kind of sexual equipment
Hans had, but suddenly the game had changed and Hans had become almost like a
lover in his approach to her, lapping at her heaving breasts and across her face.
Now she stood shaking in the bathroom and looked at her beautiful form closely in the
mirror to ascertain if any of their depraved behavior had left its mark on her. No, she
was the same beautiful and angelic looking girl, with the long copper colored hair and
the vivid flashing green eyes. Standing back from the mirror the gravity-defying uplift
of her firm young breasts rose into view beneath the thin cotton material of her
sundress. Giving herself a sweet smile of appreciation, she pulled the dress down off her
shoulders so that the full white mounds of her fresh young tits came bursting into view,
their nipples already large and hard from the excitement of the sudden stimulation of
Hans's tongue.
She put a thumb and index finger around each nipple and began twiddling with them.
They were like hard little buttons surrounded by the smooth pink areolas which men
and boys were so fond of sucking.
And then it struck her... what ii Hans had actually lapped at her bare breasts? Would
she have been able to resist? Would she have been able to make herself flee to the
bathroom?
Or would she have found herself enraptured by that moistly darting tongue? Hans had
an exceptionally large tongue, much larger than a man's, of course, and it was not
difficult to imagine such a tongue licking her into a fit of ecstatic rapture – she had
certainly been titillated by a lot less in her time!
And if a tongue like that ever licked a girl's cunt... oh, wow! It would almost make
Vince seem unexciting in comparison.
She pulled her dress back on and sat on the edge of the bathtub, thinking. Should she
dare misbehave with a dog? It was true she had experienced every sort of human male
at her tender age, but wouldn't it be terribly bad to do it with an animal, even such a
fine handsome one such as Hans?
No, she felt she had to draw the line somewhere, she would have to learn to control
herself. From now on there would be no more teasing, no more sexy little games with
Hans. He was after all just an animal. How would he be expected to know she was just
teasing when she fondled his balls? He must be very hurt and angry with her. Why, she
was actually being what the boys at school referred to as a "cock tease" with the poor
dog, a quality she had always loathed in other girls, but one which she could never be
accused of.
She would have to apologize to him immediately. Maybe somehow he would
understand. She would just have to continue to satisfy herself in the usual ways, namely
through masturbation and compulsive misbehavior with men and boys. She wished
there were a man or a boy in her room right now as a matter of fact, she had become so
worked up.
Strangely disgruntled, the frustrated teenager stood up and went to the door, hesitated
momentarily, then sighed and opened it up a crack.
Hans was nowhere in sight. He had apparently left the bedroom. Tina stepped into her
room, closing the bathroom door behind her. She shivered involuntarily, as if brief
chilled. Hans had excited her enough by drawing his thick, wet tongue across the front
of her dress and teasing her firm young breasts. It was too much to consider how she
might have succumbed had she been naked before his lewdly exciting touch. She went
to the bedroom door to close it firmly so the dog wouldn't be able to nose it open
again.
She sat down on her bed to consider. The brief encounter with the handsome beast had
worked her up to the point where she could enjoy a heavenly masturbation session
right now, but there was the possibility of her mom coming in while her fingers were
sluicing wetly up between her legs. That would be terribly embarrassing, and it would
look very strange if she were under the covers at this hour. Her mom would think she
was sick or something and start to make a big fuss.
Well, Tina thought with a certain resignation, looking out on the quiet street, she
would have to go see what she could find outside the protective walls of home. She
knew her chances were slim of finding a suitable partner without going down to the
local hangout which she was reluctant to do, but maybe just the walk would be nice,
maybe it would help quell the fire in her loins that brute Hans had flared.
She threw a sweater over her bare sundress and skipped down the stairs, already in
better spirits. Her good mood was short-lived however, because her father blocked her
way out the front door.
"And where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked good-naturedly in his deep voice.
"Just for a walk, no place special," Tina answered, already feeling the strain from her
parents standing together now as though to lend each other support.
"Sit down, honey..." her father said, clearing his throat and looking very serious.
Tina sat on the couch looking up at her parents, knowing it was going to be one of
those "this hurts me more than it does you" scenes, and sighing heavily, waited wide
eyed for the first blow.
"You know, Tina," her father began, "things cannot be the same as they were before...
er... before you were sent to St. Gertrude's... We have to have some rules around here,
and they have to be... well, they have to be enforced." He looked helplessly to his wife.
"You mother and I have discussed this matter with Sister Catherine and..."
"Sweetie, you're not being punished, you understand," her mother broke in, "but, well,
we can't allow you to go out at night alone! Your father and I both felt that Riverside
was small and safe enough before, but we realized after the trouble last spring that there
are just too many bad influences for a girl your age. Now, there are a lot of nice kids in
this town, and when you make some new friends and when we know where you are
and who you're with, then you can of course go out at night."
"Provided you're home by curfew, of course," her father added.
Tina fought to hold back the tears of anger. "I might just as well be back at St.
Gertrude's! This isn't a home, it's a jail! I said I'd be good! You don't trust me, you hate
me!" Uttering a stifled little sob, Tina turned sharply on her heel, her waist-length hair
swirling around, and hurried back up the stairs. They could hear her sobbing until she
had moved across the landing upstairs and closed the bedroom door with a slam.
For a long time there was a kind of pregnant silence in the Williams' living room. "Oh
dear," Marsha murmured, looking at her husband with raised eyebrows. They both
knew their daughter well enough to expect a dramatic response to anything that might
thwart her desires, but what neither of them knew was how far they could go without
the girl rebelling completely. They both felt as though they had failed miserably as
parents, what with their son running off instead of going to college as his father had
looked forward to and planned for so long. They were willing to admit that perhaps
they had been too easy on both their children, and yet they felt a desperate fear of being
abandoned by their daughter. She had always been influenced by her older brother, and
Marsha knew that in the back of the young girl's mind, she felt that whatever her
brother did was just the thing to do. The thought of her fourteen year old daughter
wandering the streets of Los Angeles, or some other big city sent shivers down her
spine. The fact that she looked eighteen didn't help. She knew that often young
runaways were quickly found, but with Tina, who would know? She looked so much
older!
Jim put a comforting arm around his wife's shoulder. "Now, Marsha, we both knew
Tina wouldn't react favorably, didn't we? She's a smart girl... she'll come around, honey.
Hell, your cooking will keep her home if nothing else!" he said, trying to inject a little
humor.
Marsha gave her husband a weak but grateful little smile and moved over to switch on
the T. V. Staring at the screen without paying the slightest attention to what she was
watching, Marsha wondered if Jim even realized the extent to which his daughter had
gone in her exploits. Was he aware of how incredibly sexy the girl had become? How
could he not be, considering their daughter's unusual development... especially the
breasts. Indeed, Tina was well-developed in every respect, from her hour-glass flared
hips to her smooth, creamy flat young tummy. Obviously the child had no intention of
wearing a bra. Her nipples protruded very clearly through the thin material of that little
sundress, just like ripe little cherries, her mother thought. Marsha felt she had won half
a battle by getting the child to wear panties and thought it best not too far concerning
the bra. Still she worried, with breasts so large, mightn't they start to sag? Yes, she
would appeal to Tina's vanity, suggesting that she might consider the need for support
without mentioning the obvious fact that it was hardly modest!
Marsha sighed and flicked off the T.V. Poor Tina, she thought, a walk would be nice.
Maybe if I asked her to join me we could walk together, the distraught mother thought,
then decided against the idea. Tina was much too angry to be consoled. She glanced at
the clock. Where was Hans? He was never still out by this hour. Had Tina fed him?
She hadn't heard him padding around upstairs since he left Tina's room some time ago.
She decided to go look for him, he really should be in by now, she reasoned.
As Marsha walked through the kitchen it occurred to her that Hans had certainly taken
a liking to Tina. Well, he's a male isn't he? she thought, and then immediately gave
herself a mental slap for thinking such a crude and, even possibly jealous, thought.
What was getting into her? she wondered as she stepped into the coolness of the
evening to call her dog.
"Hans! Hans! Come here, boy!" she called from the back steps. But there was no
answer. Marsha grimaced and pulled her shawl about her shoulders. The evening had
become a bit chilly and there was a rather stiff breeze.
"Hans... Here Hans!" she called again, a trace of desperation in her voice.
And then she saw him – in the vacant lot across the way – copulating like crazy with a
beautiful collie Marsha had never seen before!
Marsha gasped and put a hand to her chest before she determinedly crossed the yard in
pursuit of her own dog. As she approached within a few feet of the busily engaged pair
she stopped short. Her eyes were blazing and she felt a furious thumping in her heart
together with a curious warmth in the vicinity of the juncture of her thighs.
She had, of course, always tacitly assumed that Hans had a sex life, but somehow she
had never expected to see him...
"Oh Hans," she murmured weakly, her fist falling slightly clenched at her side. The big
German shepherd was looking at her with fiercely gleaming eyes, and his stiff red
cudgel could be seen clipping in and out of the confines of the collie's cunt, the walls of
her pussy clinging hungrily along it with every outstroke.
She looked at the female dog's face. The wanton hussy was obviously enraptured over
being attacked by such a fine handsome animal as Hans. Her black eyes glowed like
coals beneath her long lashes, which quivered with emotion as she stood there,
complacently and happily presenting herself for Hans's rampaging use. He had
mounted her from behind, of course, with his forepaws holding tight to her back.
Beneath, his haunches were struggling for support on the leavy ground as his pelvis
worked in and out of the collie's cuntal channel with a fury that held Marsha
spellbound.
She wondered if it didn't hurt terribly to be taken in this way, without any tenderness
whatever, no more than that impaling animal penis sliding helplessly in and out, in and
out?
She closed her eyes and felt for a moment as though she were going to faint. This was
assuredly the most obscene thing she had ever witnessed, and her legs were rooted to
the ground like tree stumps, unable to move. She was an audience of one, petrified into
a human statue as she stood dumbly in the yard while Hans fucked in and out of the
lovely silky-haired collie's tender cunt beneath the light of the early moon. The animals
were surrounded by the familiar sights that Marsha had grown to look at without
seeing, the street lamp, the neighbor's car, the old treehouse, they were all no more
than props for the fantastic sight of her dog and the mysterious stranger who was so
intimately enjoying his favors.
Marsha shuddered, finding her lithe legs shaking and her loins churning in a weird
kind of unaccustomed excitation. She had not infrequently felt a normal sort of sexual
arousal down through the years of marriage, but she could remember nothing as wildly
thrilling and stimulating as watching the obscene animal coupling in the vacant lot.
It was quite obvious that the collie was enjoying it to the fullest. Hans was really a Don
Juan of sorts, Marsha expected, that is among the local bitches. He was handsome in a
sexual way, Marsha conceded, not in the usual doggy way. Hans had a certain
magnetism which must drive the girls wild!
Surprised at her own thoughts, Marsha turned swiftly on her heel, making her way
quickly back to her house. She had to literally jerk herself away from the savage
fascination which had held her mesmerized. She entered the dark kitchen and closed
the door tightly behind her, struggling for breath. She just had to get hold of herself!
Her breasts were heaving madly from the lewd animal display she had just witnessed.
Even now she could still envision the sight of her own Hans rapidly fucking the female
dog, his heavy-laden testicles slapping with a salacious splat into the crevice of the
collie's shanks, his brown eyes gleaming as he looked at his mistress.
Marsha gasped at the thought. Yes, he had been looking directly at her, looked her
right in the eye! Why, it had looked as though he was smiling lewdly at her, with that
long pink tongue hanging out... why, in God's name, would he do a thing like that...
she must have imagined it.
There was an insistent vibrating sensation of glowing energy in her belly, an electricity
in her loins. She flicked on the T.V. once more, but it was no use – she could not quell
the immeasurable stimulation raging inside. She went into the living room where her
husband was engrossed in his paper. "Jim, darling," she said as calmly as she could, "I
think I'm going to bed a little early this evening... would... would you care to join me?"
Jim looked up in surprise at his lovely wife. She was usually so non-aggressive it took
him a moment to respond... but only a moment. In an instant he was out of his chair,
had locked the doors and turned off the lights and was swiftly following behind his
wife's shapely buttocks as she walked up the stairs to their bedroom.


Chapter 5

The atmosphere at the Williams house had mellowed considerably by the end of the
week with young Tina seeming to accept the restrictions imposed on her, at least for
the time being. Marsha held her tongue as much as she possibly could concerning
Tina's style of dressing, and Jim made it a point to spend as much time as he could at
home, knowing a third party helped in relieving the normal tension that occurred
between two females after a period of time.
Marsha had arranged several shopping trips which Tina seemed to enjoy, and they had
even taken in a few movies together, a thing they had not done since both the children
were very small. Still, in spite of the apparent tranquility, Marsha had the distinct
feeling she was living in the eye of a storm, yet she had no idea how or when the
undercurrent of tension would manifest itself.
On Tina's part, she was biding her time.
The spoiled young girl was used to having her way about things and was sure that in
time, she would be able to arrange the schedule to suit her needs. She knew if it got to
the point she couldn't tolerate the confinement, she could always run away, maybe even
find Vince somewhere; he would take care of her, but what if she couldn't find him? In
reality, Tina wasn't quite as daring as her parents gave her credit for. She had seen her
share of the young girls who had taken to the streets, and some of the stories they had
told her were far from pretty. Besides, Tina knew her parents really loved her, and she
loved them in her own selfish way. She also knew in her heart that someday Vince
would return and when he did, she wanted to be there.
Nevertheless, Tina felt she would have to think of something very soon. Although
pleasant in its way, the routine at home, without any sex to even briefly assuage the
burning needs within her accustomed loins, was quickly becoming very frustrating for
the healthy, well-developed fourteen year old. She finger-fucked herself continually at
night, but this was a far cry from the real thing and scarcely left her more relaxed in the
morning. There seemed to be no simple way of meeting anyone, and she wasn't allowed
to go to the beach or any of the old places she used to frequent alone.
As for Hans, he hadn't returned to her bedroom very much since their initial
confrontation. There seemed to be a beautiful collie hanging around, with long silky
hair and a finely pointed nose... the bitch... Tina thought ruefully, she was a beautiful
dog. She often found herself parting the curtains upstairs to look down the street,
where quite frequently Hans could be seen furiously fucking the brazen collie, his
haunches working madly as his big red cock slid in and out of the collie's shamelessly
presented pussy-slit.
And always he seemed to be looking up at the window as he did this, almost as if he
were a human male showing off. When she caught the two dogs together like this, Tina
would find her breath coming in sharp excited gusts. Of course, she should have
assumed that other dogs would find Hans devilishly attractive, she told herself, but why
did the sight of the two dogs fucking excite her so? Perhaps it was because her own sex
life had become so barren of late, and perhaps also it was because Hans was one of the
dogs...
She could feel her belly surging with youthful emotion when she watched them, and in
no time at all her sparse young pussy-hair seemed to be moistening with her vicarious
arousal. Then she would return to her room and rub herself furiously between her legs,
trying hard not to think of the handsome German shepherd. But in no time at all her
feeling with respect to Hans were becoming a mixture of natural female jealousy, lust at
seeing someone else engaging in active sex, and a confusion of other more complex
matters. Because she had rejected him and he had quickly found someone else, she was
as jealous as any girl would be of a fickle beau, and she wanted him to at least come
and visit her again. This was the eternal female reaction since time immemorial for
nothing makes a man as attractive to a woman as another woman's interest in him. So
that even though Tina had no intention whatever of pursuing any conscious bestial
behavior, she still would have liked to have Hans come around to pay obeisance to her
again. That she wasn't doing so, but was apparently purposefully tormenting her with
the collie, only vexed her frustration and sense of being wronged.
So, time and time again lovely Tina was going to bed terribly unhappy and dissatisfied
with the dullness of her drab existence. Hans had withdrawn his attention and affection,
and she was smarting like a woman betrayed. There seemed to be no possibility of
anything happening! She wasn't allowed out on the streets enough to make "new
friends" – and she wasn't allowed to hang out with the old crowd. The situation did not
look good. She was almost ready to return to her old defiant ways.
That is, she was until the fateful morning when she was to learn just how much the
attractive powerful German shepherd could come to mean to her...
It was very early when the voluptuous young girl stirred restlessly in her rumpled bed,
her thighs sticking together slightly due to the cumming she had experienced from her
fingering of herself during the night.
Her white nylon nightie was bunched up almost around her neck and, looking down,
she could see the high twin peaks of her firm young breasts poking up beyond the
barrier of her rumpled nightdress. Her legs were spread wide apart as though in open
invitation to some phantom lover standing at the foot of the bed.
And then she remembered the dream! The dream of herself and Hans in an incredibly
lurid pose! Her breath caught and she bit down hard on her lower lip. And now,
because she traditionally played with herself a little in the morning, she found herself
thinking of him again as she moved her fingers into the rapidly moistening juncture of
her smooth, cum-smeared thighs. She pushed her middle finger up through her soft
pussy hair and on through her sensitive clinging cuntal lips, where she established a
slow, teasing circling rhythm around the clenched little opening to her overheated
vagina. As the vividness of her dream-adventure with Hans flickered through her
impressionable,, lust-saturated brain as though she were watching a slightly out-of-focus
television screen, her flesh seemed to ache all over with perverted anticipation.
Breathing a little sigh of surrender mixed with despair, she withdrew her finger and
smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them slightly in guarded
exploration. "Ooooh," she moaned aloud into the stillness of the early morning. They
seemed so tender and full of desire – wouldn't it be nice to have a hot lapping mouth
working over them? Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down again over
her succulently rounded belly and finally up once more between her still open thighs.
Again she groaned as her fingers made tender contact with the lewdly moistening edges
of her vaginal slit. Her fingers probed the sensitive opening, her fingertips becoming
wet and slick from the stickly precoital liquid that was seeping so viciously from it,
anointing the split of her buttocks and the bed beneath.
And then suddenly the door opened and there was her mother, a horrified look
spreading across her beautiful face. "Why – Tina! What are you doing?"
Mortified, Tina quickly withdrew her fingers from her burning little pussy and jerked
the covers up over her heaving white nakedness.
"Why – nothing, Mom, I mean, nothing, Mother... that is... I was just..." Marsha
entered the room with her arms crossed, a stern expression masking her flushing pink
features. Hans padded in softly after her and sat down, looking bored and disinterested,
in one corner of the room.
"Well, my little lady," Marsha remonstrated sharply, tapping her foot. "As you know, a
good girl keeps her hands above the covers." She paused, seemed to think of something,
and then reconsidered. "Well," she said at length, "I was going to take you to the club
with me this morning, but perhaps I'd just better go by myself. Hans will look after
you. You'll find breakfast on the table. Goodbye." And with that the offended mother
went out, slamming the door behind her.
Tina sobbed bitterly as the door closed. Heavy wet tears flooded from her eyes and
trickled down her cheeks. His eyes all sorrow and sympathy, Hans padded over to the
bed and nestled his snout in between the weeping youngster's thighs, whimpering
lightly. She pushed her fingers into his soft fur and began fondling his ears still weeping
copiously. "Is it my fault, Hans? I can't help it. I'm just a normal girl. Can I help it if I
get these wretched desires? Can I help it that my brother fucked me when I was just a
little girl and got me to like it?
Can I help a thing like that?"
Hans yelped sympathetically and let out an understanding bark. Not noticing that the
coverlet was slipping away from her torso to reveal the majestic beauty of her heaving,
pink-tipped breasts, Tina took the dog's noble masculine face in her hands and looked
down at him affectionately. "You understand, don't you, Hans? You're the only person
in this house that does. I'll bet you understand all about females, don't you? I've seen
the way you fuck that collie across the way, you devil."
Hans seemed to grin wickedly, and then suddenly his long pink tongue lashed out
across the width of her breasts, lapping electrically over her already throbbing nipples.
"Hans!" she exclaimed, drawing back. "Why, you – naughty – you – you've got a dirty
mind!"
With this Hans appeared to smile slightly, and the next thing she knew, he had
suddenly leaped up onto the bed and was buffeting around on her legs, stepping
gingerly, as they both heard the downstairs door slam. At once his ears perked up and
he seemed to look at her significantly.
"Ooooooh, Hans, don't look at me like that!" She back off across the bed, deeply moved
and drawing the sheet up after her. Her loins felt as if they were full of butterflies.
There was a deep fluttering in her belly that resembled no other feeling of sexual
anticipation she had ever felt before. Was this it, the adventure she had been searching
for her whole life? With this handsome animal?
"Oooooh, you know I love you, you devil. You made me love you, you good-looking
thing you," she confessed. "But what about my Mom? We're certain to get caught. After
all, lover, we don't know just how long she'll be gone. She didn't say, did she?"
The giant German shepherd stepped carefully across the bed toward her, leaving no
paw print on the sheet. His jaw hung slack, and that enormous long red tongue which
had so titillated her nipple was hanging out of his head wet with saliva. Tina winced
and withdrew into herself. What could she do? The masterful beast was so damned sure
of himself – and of her!
Then abruptly Hans took the decision out of her hands. His knowing eyes devoured
her long chestnut hair, her high-set widely spaced breasts with their throbbing hard
nipples, the soft curve of her pretty white stomach... and then he bent his head and
took the coverlet and sheet both in his teeth, stepping backward quickly and drawing
them off in order to fully expose her breathless nakedness.
"Oh, please... no... Hans..." she protested. "This is wrong... no darling... not like this...
you're a... I'm... ooh... darling..." And then it was too late, for even as she tried to grip
one of his pointy furred ears, his cold nose nudged first one thigh wide open and then
the other. Her legs fell obediently to either side of the disheveled bed. The entire
situation was so mind-blowing, so totally unlike anything she had ever encountered
before in her young life, that she didn't know how to cope with it effectively. All she
could do was lie there, squirming her buttocks back into the mattress, her legs still
spread wide as Hans backed off her, his big brown eyes eating her up voraciously.
Tina was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, and that unique long
copper hair was not a small part of the attraction he felt. He seemed to be gazing in
intoxicated rapture at her enchanting figure spread open in sacrifice on the bed before
him. Then abruptly his head inclined and he made one long swiping lick up through
the sticky wet crevice which reached from her anus right up to the quivering lips of her
burning young pussy.
"Ooooohhhheeee," she moaned, gripping the big dog's ears. "Oooohh, darling!"
Her mouth hung open in electric bedazzlement in the wake of the enervating shock of
feeling his hot tongue dart along her erogenous slit. Her eyes became glazed over and
deeply smoked with lust. Moving awkwardly Hans positioned himself, as best he could
on the spongy mattress, in between her legs and over her rapidly rising and falling
belly, beneath which dwelt the focal point of all desire – the she pushed her fingers into
the soft fur on the palpitating vagina. Then his snout inclined until it was scarcely
inches away from her throbbing pubic mound. Surrendering at last, the desireweakened 
girl shuddered ecstatically as she pushed her fingers into the soft fur on the
back of his head. "You mustn't, darling," she whimpered, believing just the opposite.
Her hotly seething cunt felt as if it were aflame from the fire-branding lick of his wetly
prodding tongue. In her secret heart she wanted only for him to continue and continue
and continue... this was it... the big one...
And suddenly his tongue was there again, lashing through her molten, lava-heated
pussy like a hot knife through butter. Tina groaned with pleasure that seemed to wrack
her loins and force a shivering thrill outward throughout her burning nerve endings.
That was beyond consideration. Nothing mattered except the fierceness of Hans'
majestic animal's love. She wanted to dissolve into a pool of unfettered lust where she
would know nothing but the unmitigated savagery of that wonderful sensation he was
generating deep up within the shivering whiteness of her needing belly.
Tina sucked in her stomach and choked on he own agonized gasp for air as the tip of
his tongue caressed maddeningly and with infinite knowledge along the moist red slit of
her vagina opened like a flower in spring sunshine before his knowing canine
manipulations. The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing violently
into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her curl-fringed little cuntal
entrance.
Again it happened his long wet tongue snaked out to flick teasingly at the quivering
little nub of raw nerves at the top of her pussy-slit. Tina's body jerked at the searing
electric contact and her legs clamped snugly together over the smooth fur of his head,
her soft inner thighs imprisoning his pointed ears in a vise-like grip. Then her hips
began a slow up and down movement in lewd rhythm to the probings of his slavering
tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure seeped from between her tightly clenched teeth.
The fourteen year old was trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and depravity,
her upper torso writhing like a belly dancer's, her firm white breasts dancing and
heaving with emotion.
Tina's mouth opened with a depraved gasp as her pelvis twisted lustfully forward into
Hans' ardently licking face. Her mind felt as if it were exploding in all directions. She
wasn't certain now just who or what or where she was – there was only this marvelous
feeling in her loins that was totally unlike anything she had ever felt before in her life –
a combination of Hans' whiskers against the smooth flesh of her thighs, the occasional
touch of his cold wet nose, and above all the out-of-this-world tongue of his that was
like fever in the blood, an electric cattle prod working over the budding sensitive folds
of her hot young pussy till she thought she would go stark-raving mad with desire.
Her young body squirmed involuntarily in lewd surrender to the nerve shattering
licking of the bestial tongue and mouth so ardently branding her burning, seething
cunt. Her hands cupped her own full tingling breasts and squeezed them hard until she
moaned from the combination of delights she was feeling through out her sensuously
squirming breasts, belly and thighs.
"Oh, God," she groaned as the tantalizing lapping of the immense pink tongue
continued, its hot wet movement threatening to consume her in paroxysms of obscene
delight. Her pussy and loins felt as if they had melted into hot honeyed butter, and her
legs shivered with erotic spasms. She ground her buttocks lasciviously back against the
mattress, screwing her quivering little ass-cheeks around and around in small circles
beneath his fiercely debauching tongue. It was so delicious to feel this exquisitely
depraved rape of her fire-filled young cunt that she wanted to sob from pure joy. There
was nothing in the world, could be nothing in the world like this fantastic tremulous
feeling that was turning her stomach, bones and nerve endings upside down and inside
out. She wanted to wallow in this powerful enslaving sensation of his warm slippery
tongue slicing through the soft wet flesh of her aroused pussy and pushing it up inside
before it. His great slobbering tongue slithered over the naked cuntal crevice of the
writhing teenage gal, driving her wild with desire. She reveled like a heathen in hell in
its lewd tingling joy, until she thought her entire body was going to explode into a
thousand fragments.
"Oh God," she breathed, hoarse with desire. "I like it, Go on, darling, go on!"
She spread her thighs wider in order to give the slaving German shepherd's tongue
greater access, he eyes, glazed dumbly with mindless passion. Her fingers clutched his
soft furry coat, dragging it up in bunches and enjoying the wonderful rich feel of it.
Hans' tail wagged with pure happiness as he lapped hungrily at his mistress' moist
vaginal slit. He had adored her from the first moment he had seen her long, buttocks
length hair and all, and he was delighted to find that she appreciated his devotion as
much as he had expected she would. He lapped greedily at the soft narrow folds
between her legs from which trickled the most delicious liquid-honey he had ever tasted
in his life.
His tongue licked wetly up and down from tender anus to quivering erect clitoris, the
tip of it burrowing slightly into both her cuntal and her anal apertures. The fluted pink
edges of her pussy were an open wound alive with shivering sensation, quivering
maddeningly with every lap. The tiny sensation-bud concealed in her pussy-slit felt
electrically tingly and all ready to burst. His great tongue spread relentlessly through
the soft, hair-covered swelling of her pubic mound until Tina began spewing out low
gargling sounds of ecstatic delirium from deep in her chest. She jerked spasmodically at
his fantastic technique, and felt as if she were dying when his tongue doubled up
lengthwise and attempted to insert itself like a penis into her shattered little vagina.
"Yes, yes... ohhhhhhh, darling... yesssssss... fuck me... oh... like that... 
yessssssssssss..."
She shuddered and chilled from the intense sexual stimulation that only indulging in
something forbidden can provide. Her brain could scarcely imagine anything more
illicit than having her cuntal regions lapped by a German shepherd, and her body
responded accordingly, jerking and writhing under that depraved electric prod. Her
lustful moans alternated with feeble mewls of unnatural pleasure – pleasure that that
slithering dog tongue, dripping with saliva and the secretions of her cunt, was literally
forcing her to enjoy. She grasped his bristly furred ears and tried to draw his long nose
right up into her cunt. With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back up over her
head and pulled his nose forward into her well-lubricated vagina so that his giant
tongue thrust out and up into her moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing
her upturned young cunt without mercy.
Now wild incoherent shrieks began streaming from her bubbling moist lips, red with
desire, as she could feel her cum hurtling toward her like a great wave from an
unimaginable distance. She pleaded with and encouraged the dumb animal salivating
between her squirming upthrust buttocks, inciting Hans to lick her all the more
furiously until it felt as if his tongue was not soft flesh at all but more like a red-hot
poker illuminating her too-long-denied pussy in the night sky.
"That's it – ooooooh darling!" she moaned. Oh God! I'm cumming! Oh my God it's
wonderful!"
And it was. As her orgasm came hurtling toward her, it was like a ball of fire lighting
up the universe. Her beautiful face contorted with lust; her eyes rolled back into her
head as though she were dying and her head flailed from side to side on the pillow. A
mighty, fire-spitting dragon had come to life inside her loins causing her whole being to
shatter in mindless passion. As she lay frantically gasping, Hans lapped at her fevered
pussy, licking and swallowing her viscous cum as fast as he could. Then, with a low
growl, he withdrew his hot, wetly coated tongue from her vagina and began to tenderly
caress her heaving white breasts.


Chapter 6

Marsha sat alone beside the country club pool, absently watching the swimmers and
sun worshipers, feeling very confused and worried. Tina was almost becoming too
much for her to contend with, although she had actually not given Marsha any specific
problem. The perplexed mother found herself practically wishing that Tina would do
something, something tangible, something she could cope with. Of course Jim was
oblivious to the problem. What problem? she could almost hear him say. Men never felt
the subtle undercurrents, the vague forebodings, that women were subjected to by their
infernal intuitions. Yet Marsha knew full well that her daughter was a sensual and lusty
young lady. With her full upthrust breasts, the waspish waist and flaring hips over
those long brown legs, the girl fairly glowed with sexuality.
Marsha had always prided herself on being straight forward and honest, yet how could
she approach her own daughter and tell her that she was beginning to be affected by
the erotic stimulation Tina was imposing by her very presence! Oh, my God, Marsha
thought, it's true... that's the real problem... my own little baby girl is such a sexy
nymph she's turning her own mother on! It's just too horrible to believe, too perverse
and licentious! The poor woman was near panic, but still she felt a strange sense of
relief in at least having the internal fortitude to admit the truth. Remembering her
shocked surprise at finding Tina masturbating so furiously this morning, her fingers
buried deep up within the glistening wet folds of her vagina, Marsha felt her throat
clench. Although she had no inclinations whatever toward lesbianism, the scene had
certainly been stimulating to the strait-laced wife and mother. She recalled how she had
run downstairs trying to catch her breath after the furious emotions that remarkable
obscene event had aroused in her, she had felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest
without a pause. It had taken her forever to collect herself.
And besides that, there were the depraved responses aroused several times this week
when she had come upon Hans in the street, fucking the life out of that collie, who was
obviously in love. Do dogs fall in love? How absurd! Am I losing my mind? the woman
asked herself. Still, that collie, with her long lashes fluttering with emotion as Hans
gripped her back with his forelegs and ravaged her willing dog-cunt without mercy, had
seemed so... so happy, and Marsha realized with terror that she had envied the dumb
animal!
Oh yes, it was so real, the sexual energy generated by their young daughter was real,
Marsha insisted, she was not imagining it! The confused wife felt a surge in her loins as
she recalled how passionately her husband had made love to her in recent mornings.
Unquestionably he had been stimulated by their busty young Venus too, but he would
never be willing to admit it. Or would he? No, no, it's all too dreadful, too incestuous!
Not knowing what to make of the situation, she tucked her long hair into a bathing cap
and dove into the glimmering pool, swimming furiously lap after lap hoping to exhaust
herself and work out the surging feeling in her belly with the strenuous exercise. While
it was true she was a very respectable woman, this did not imply by any means that she
didn't enjoy sex or that she was a prudish woman, at least not by her standards. But
lately she had been so "turned on" that she had come to really enjoy the rough fucking
she was getting from Jim more and more often now. He too seemed exceptionally
hungry for sex, and the way he had been taking her of late was different somehow,
severely undermining her usual reserve and causing her to cry out with emotion. She
had even found herself thinking of Hans while Jim was fucking up into her openly
spread cunt, actually thinking about a damn dog!
Marsha pulled herself out of the pool and stretched out on a deck chair, hoping to quiet
her mind and maybe even nap in the sun. She closed her eyes, but the depraved scene
with Hans and that collie flashed across her brain for the thousandth time. Suddenly
she felt weak, vulnerable, and exposed, shivering in the warm sunshine. It was all too
much! There was Hans, aroused with the collie as he never seemed to have been
before... there was Jim, aroused as never before, his enormous penis sticking out like a
fence post from the hairy triangle between his legs, his over-sized hairy testicles
swinging gently below, and then there was Tina, who for some reason Marsha knew
was the cause for all the confusion wracking her befuddled brain...
"Why, hello Marsha!"
She looked up to see a form silhouetted against the brilliant sun. It took her a brief
moment to recognize the sexy voice behind the wide sun hat and over-sized Dior
sunglasses.
"Alice!"
The tall, statuesque blonde pulled a chair up beside her friend, looking magnificent as
usual. Alice Griffith was a beautifully proportioned woman in her middle thirties, just a
few years younger than Marsha. Her uptilted breasts were snugly tucked into the top of
her black bikini, displaying their deep cleavage to its best advantage. Her taut,
curvaceous ass-cheeks were peeking out white from the tiny bikini bottom against the
rich golden tan of her long slender legs. Alice was always the hit at social functions with
her vivacious personality and sexy manner, and Marsha enjoyed her company most of
the time. But today she wished she could be left alone to sort out her thoughts.
"Where's Hans?" Alice asked rather abruptly, looking around the club grounds.
Marsha fairly jumped at the mention of the dog's name. Why was Alice asking about
Hans, had she read her mind? And then it occurred to her that it was a perfectly
natural question from the dog's previous owner. She had almost forgotten that they had
brought Hans from the Griffiths!
"Oh, he's at home... with Tina, she's back, you know," Marsha said, wondering if she
were imagining the look of acute disappointment in Alice's lovely face.
"Oh..." Alice said in a vague forced casualness.
Something from beyond the scope of her faculties for rational thinking clicked in
Marsha's mind. Hans! Why was Alice so concerned about Hans?
"You seem rather upset, Alice. Have you really missed him that much?" she asked
pointedly, her green eyes narrowing.
Alice turned and looked at Marsha questioningly, appearing more ruffled, nervous and
ill at ease than Marsha could ever remember seeing her before. Could this be the same
Alice Griffith who was the belle of every ball, the perfect hostess, wife and mother, envy
of all her friends? She was acting more like a moonstruck teenager!
"Marsha, how did...?" Alice crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs nervously.
Marsha smiled indulgently despite a sense of disbelief at her own conjecture and Alice's
apparent justification of her incredible suspicions. "It's all over your face, darling," she
said coldly, not knowing why she was acting like such a bitch. The woman was
obviously distraught. She was immediately sorry when she looked at her friend's face
and saw the big tears falling from behind the expensive sun glasses.
"Oh, Alice, I'm sorry, honey! Come on, why don't you tell me about it," Marsha said
consolingly, feeling terrible for the poor woman.
Alice was sobbing silently, a seemingly endless stream of tears flowing down her wide
cheeks. She took off her glasses and dabbed futilely at her pretty blue eyes. "I... I just
couldn't help it, Marsha... I just couldn't!"
There was a fierce surging excitement breaking through Marsha's loins that she could
not explain. It was as though there were a section of her psyche that had been sealed
her whole life and had been opened by the full realization of what she had just so coolly
implied to her friend. Oh, don't let it be true, she thought, please don't let it! She
sensed something utterly fantastic in the offing, even now her intuition could not bear
to admit what her flesh suspected... it was too impossible to believe!
"All right," Alice said, gaining some measure of control. "I'll tell you."
Oh no! Marsha's mind screamed out, Please don't tell me! "That was one of the reasons
I felt like I had to give him up," Alice began, her eyes glazing over mysteriously as she
seemed to be looking backward into the past. "We were lovers," she said simply.
Marsha gasped and blanched, the unspeakable truth had been spat into the unthinkable
open! How could the woman sit there and calmly admit to the most depraved of all
acts, bestiality!
Alice was staring off in the distance, remembering, unaware that her friend Marsha was
on the verge of collapse. "It was just out of curiosity at first, that day I was right out of
the shower and Hans came into the bedroom... he was so sure of himself, so confident...
the devil... and then it started. I love him, Marsha! Oh, I know it was horribly wicked of
me, but, well, you know how Norman is gone so much of the time and... I simply
couldn't help myself!" Alice seemed to be pleading with her big blue eyes, still not fully
aware of the effect her words were having on Marsha.
Marsha felt as though a hand had gripped her throat and was squeezing it to the fatal
limit. She was speechless, unable to utter a sound. What would she say? There were no
words! Her nostrils were flaring and her breathing was coming in short hot gasps. Alice
was beginning to wonder if she hadn't misjudged Marsha's initial assessment of the
situation. Could it be the woman didn't know? But she was living in the same house
with Hans, surely he must have made his move by now. Alice felt like Hans had
probably made himself known to most of the ladies on the block by now.
"Marsha," she said, looking at the stunned woman staring open-mouthed at her, "I
thought you knew!"
Marsha could only shake her head dumbly.
"Well, no matter," Alice continued, "I'm glad it's out anyway. I was feeling so guilty
and so depraved. And so... well, so lonely for Hans. He really was quite a lover," she
said wistfully.
Marsha had just regained her equilibrium somewhat when Alice made the remark that
sent her into a near state of apoplexy.
"Did you say Tina was home?" She casually asked, to change the subject.
Marsha froze at the sound of her daughter's name. "Tina... Hans... oh my God... I've
got to go home... my God!" Marsha ran blindly from the pool into the bath house,
leaving Alice staring after her. She felt as if she were going insane as she raced madly
for her car, pulling on her beach robe as she ran across the golf course. Her mind was
filled to the limit with a crazy rising crescendo of lust-filled images causing her loins to
come alive with weird staccato reactions. "Tina... Hans... home... together...!" she kept
murmuring like a woman possessed.


Chapter 7

Tina lay back on her bed enraptured by the experience of the most shattering orgiastic
explosion of her life. Totally spent and exhausted, the voluptuous teenager was
breathing heavily, her ripely upthrust breasts falling in shapely unrest on either side of
her heaving chest. They quivered and shook as she breathed, still hard and pointed at
the nipples and tingling deliciously as Hans ran his tongue over them again and again,
lapping at their erect pinkness and prodding them soothingly. Her luscious young body
was gleaming with perspiration under the onslaught of deep emotion and near frantic
lust. Hans, with his well practiced technique in the art of love-making, had left the not
unexperienced teenager weak and shivering with sexual anticipation.
She moaned softly, shutting her eyes and running her fingers steadily over and through
his furry coat. Lurid images of herself and Hans in a variety of immoral poses flashed in
review through her passion blazed mind. There was a warm wetness still between her
thighs that made the tops gleam, and it seemed with each fresh flick of Han's masterful
tongue she felt more out of her head than before, and a copious flood of clear viscous
liquid would seep from her vaginal walls, race achingly down her cuntal channel and
out onto her hair-fringed pussy, and dribble softly into the surrounding mat of auburn
pubic hair.
Hans seemed to smile and then he began stuffing his nose under her body in order to
shove her over onto her belly. A warning signal activated itself from somewhere inside
Tina's subconscious mind. She knew that something really lewd was about to happen,
but she had lost all strength of will and had not the faintest desire to resist. How could
it matter now, after he had made such exquisite love to her with his tongue? What
could be more depraved and obscene than that?
Her resistance was so completely demolished under the magic of that fervidly lapping
tongue which had sent her to such incredible heights of ecstasy that all thought of her
brother had vanished. She had just experienced the orgasm of her dreams! Now she had
found the one who could make her happy, Hans, her precious Hans, had given her
what no man since her brother had been able to give, complete satisfaction.
"Mmmmmmm," she mewled, caressing her new found lover. "What is it my love?" the
wanton teenager asked anxiously. "What – what are you going to do to me now?"
But the big German shepherd merely growled thrillingly and shoved her more exactly
into position. Her quivering young body was now spread-eagled face down on the bed.
And then his huge head lowered again, his thick tongue slithering out into the exposed
crevice between the moaning fourteen year old's white, smoothly undulating buttocks.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh! Darling!" She twisted back toward him lasciviously, reaching
behind her to spread the swelling mounds of her ass-cheeks and provide full access to
her tiny secretly placed little anus. His tongue lashed her for another long avid moment
as Tina felt the aching hunger within spread from her abdomen up into her passionswollen 
breasts. She was enslaved by the powerful beast panting behind her, but she
didn't care. She labored, gasping for breath and squirmed achingly against the damp
sheet, pushing the wet, lust-sensitized lips of her pussy down against the mattress as if
to rub out the fire burning there.
Her high generous breasts were brushing titillatingly against the bed as he nosed her up
onto all fours, her long hair hanging lankly down over her back and shoulder. She was
both thrilled and frightened over what she was expecting to happen. The huge German
shepherd was nuzzling into the lust-paralyzed girl's pussy from behind, setting her wild
with desire. If only he'd hurry... but he only pushed his furry elongated face slowly
between her pelvis and the mattress, raising her buttocks to a convenient height. It was
maddening to her the way he was taking his time and she wanted to scream at him to
hurry. But Hans was not to be rushed.
And by now what he wanted was thrillingly plain – so she knelt obediently on all fours,
waiting with her heart beating like a sledgehammer, elevating her spread buttocks and
wriggling them enticingly at him in abject surrender to his animal lusts. His relentless
tongue had lashed her into servile defeat and now she was ready for anything.
And then he came and made ready. For as Tina posed there in suspense, up on all
fours. Hans slowly mounted the spread mounds of her smooth alabaster buttocks, his
forepaws landing on her back and sending a bestial thrill shooting through her loins
like boiling lava from a volcanic fissure.
Now his glistening scarlet penis slid from its furry sheath, dripping precoital fluid
across her legs and the already dampened sheet as he struggled to position himself. The
tapered point slipped and danced in the moist hot crevice of her ass-cheeks as Hans
trembled and jerked, trying to bury the thick lengthening shaft of his gleaming dog
cock within the swollen confines of her waiting cunt.
Sobbing with illicit desire, the passion-enslaved girl looked behind her, shifting her
wriggling rounded buttocks in order to try to capture the dog's lengthening penis,
which was already becoming far more monstrous than she expected. Her cunt was
aquiver with the expectation of what it might feel like and, like a bitch in agonized heat,
she strove to sheath the long red organ within her voracious grasping teenage pussy.
The sharp tip missed initially, slip upward to bump thrillingly against her momentarily
relaxed anus, and almost attempted to enter her there.
Oh my God, she thought, he's going to fuck me in my rectum with that! Uttering a
stifled little cry, she tensed, instinctively trying to evade any rectal penetration. I'm too
small there, my God he'll kill me! She managed to avoid the slick, up-slipping animal
cock, but Hans returned immediately to the attack, thrusting blindly with slavering
mindlessness, the thin point of his hardened penis slipping unsuccessfully underneath
her buttocks crevice into the soft, hair-nested folds of her cuntal lips and bumping
excitingly against her hotly throbbing clitoris.
"Oh! Oh! Darling! That's it! You've found me! Oh darling! Fuck forward!" She
moaned, writhing ecstatically at the prospect of her impending impalement.
The rod of his jerking, jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of
Tina's passion-inflamed pussy as it spread her cuntal lips wider in his continued frantic
search for the warm wet walls of her expectant vagina. The smooth rubbery head slowly
and teasingly parted the softly curling strands of her sparse young pubic hair, and then
suddenly – miraculously – it was working its way around up within the entrance of her
aching little vaginal passage. The sensuously pulsating walls of her fourteen year old
cunt gave up their instinctive resistance almost immediately and then were nibbling out
to grasp at his hard slick cock attempting to pull it deeper up inside her.
"Oh! Oh!" she croaked hoarsely. "That's it, darling! Oh my God! You're fucking me
now!"
Hans drooled and growled under his breath as his wetly rigid penis slid forward
through her tightly clutching pussy-lips, and then he yelped softly as his pelvis bucked
forward very hard, his furry haunches struggling for possession as his slender pulsating
rod moved deeper up into the moaning helpless love-slave beneath him. He rested his
cheek and jowls against the smooth white of her silky back and let her long hair waft
over his slavering face. Then he began humping energetically in and out with mindless
animal desire.
She was skewered joyously now on the still expanding taper of his stiffly thrusting
penis. Growling happily, he fucked forward, then back again, his penis slipping out
momentarily until the desperate, frustrated girl reached in back of her and, grasping the
slippery organ, guided the point of it back up into her hot pink cuntal slit. She could
feel herself opening like a flower under a hot summer sun as his heavily driving cock
spread her vaginal walls before it like a destroyer's bow cutting through ocean waves.
Her nostrils flared from the savage heat of her lusty desire. There was no denying or
imploring this magnificent wonderful feeling that was creating such turmoil in her
young loins now. She could only go with it, go with the tide, let herself be carried away,
his wondrously pounding hardness buried deep up within the pinkly grasping hole of
her upraised pussy.
A lengthy, drawn-out sob of agonized relief broke from the teenager's tortured lips and
she began to move rhythmically backward to meet the inward fucks of the panting dog.
As his forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her
trembling buttocks in lewd concentric circles, abandoning herself completely to the
debauchery of the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face
twisted from rapture and her full taut breasts danced tightly beneath her swaying torso,
moving almost in time to the ravishing cock embedded deep up within her warmly
engulfing vaginal walls. It seemed like a relentless hot poker of slick, ecstasy giving
rigidity burying itself up in her openly flaring belly.
Now her breath was coming in tight little gasps and the burning sensations bubbling in
the cauldron of her curvaceous young belly grew in maddening intensity with each
passing moment. Thin trickles of sweat seemed to be running down everywhere along
her hopelessly depraved flesh, running down finally into her navel and her churning
pubic hair to mingle with the slick juices that were lubricating his continuing entrance
and exit from her violently demanding cunt. The moist, hair-lined fringes of her warm
throbbing pussy caressed his fast-moving penis like a starving mouth devouring a candy
stick and she bit down hard on her lower lip in order to stifle her agonized but
delighted groans that seemed to erupt afresh with each new inward and outward fuck of
his heavily spearing cock.
The kneeling fourteen year old was completely out of her mind by now and moaning
obscene encouragement to the hunching beast in back of her through her fiercely
clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his
semen up into her vagina. She wanted to be filled to overflowing with his lewd animal
cum – in her sex-drugged state that was all that mattered in the world. She was no
longer human but rather a shivering mass of perspiring, passion-deranged animal flesh
dying to be subjugated. She revelled in this most taboo of all human behavior, and
ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking body as if she were just another
female dog lusting for all the cock she could get.
Rivulets of moisture were building up in the crevice of Tina's snugly rotating asscheeks, 
glistening in the daylight of the bedroom as they ran slowly down the backs of
her thighs. Hans buffeted her into the squeaking mattress ruthlessly, until she was
ready to climb the wall in order to quench the raging fire in her convulsively
contracting cunt. She had to cum soon. She had to!
And then she cried out as she felt the first electric burst of approaching orgasm. She
twisted her head from side to side wildly, her face contorting with lust, her mouth
opened in one long continuous drawn-out moan. She screwed her buttocks greedily
back onto the big German shepherd's glistening penis and moaned and thrashed with
delight. The giant animal's tongue hung panting out of his mouth, dripping saliva all
over her back as he fucked furiously up into her. And then Hans' face started
contorting too as he could feel his scalding hot sperm beginning to explode outward
through his pendulously bouncing balls. Bursting out over the bridge of flesh that was
sunk so deep up into the quivering girl's body, it spurted upward into her belly with a
fierce rush that left her filled to the brim with his bestial semen. She could feel his cum
splashing hotly around up inside her in every direction in thick hot squirts, provoking
her own orgiastic upheaval, which came rushing at her like a forest fire in a high wind.
The hot, copiously flowing liquid exploded back out from the tightly locked lips of her
cunt in an obscene mixture of their dual cum and thin trails of the white-hot juices ran
down the back of the long ivory columns of her thighs. Her body shuddered on the
wrack of lust just as the dog was jerking out the final dregs from his cum-drained cock
in back of her. And then, her ass-cheeks glistening with the juices of their depraved act,
she pitched forward on her face, exhausted.
Tina's lust filled eyes glanced toward the door, for some reason having felt a presence
there. It took her a moment to focus, but she soon recognized with horror the waxenlike 
form of her mother standing in gaping stunned shock staring at the two of them.


Chapter 8

The seven miles from the country club to her home seemed to have turned into seven
hundred for Marsha, who found herself stopping at green lights and proceeding at the
reds. It seemed as though the day had turned cold. Marsha was shivering almost
uncontrollably behind the wheel of her station wagon, although she noticed that people
on the streets were walking about in their shirt sleeves.
As she passed the turn to her husband's office she thought about going to him for
consolation, and support, but what could she say? How would it look for her to go into
his office dressed only in her bathing suit and beach robe to tell him their daughter was
fingering herself, their dog was screwing a collie, and Alice Griffith was in love with
Hans. How could she possibly tell him she was worried about Tina being alone in the
house with their dog? How could she explain that her own loins were churning,
burning with a raging fire and exploding outward like a volcano and she had never
been this sexually aroused in her life!
This strange feeling bubbling inside her belly was totally new and had no counterpart
in living memory. It was nothing at all like any of the other feelings she had ever had
with regard to sex. It was by far too flaming, too explosive, and the lustful itch it was
creating was driving her wild! Yet every time she stroked her tormented pussy with a
hesitant finger it only seemed to cause her more anguish. The thing was too
monstrously out of control. She enjoyed sex with her husband... most of the time, what
was this insanity? It was driving her wild, making her crazy, causing her to believe
outrageous stories about Hans and making her think evil things about Tina. Why did
she keep stopping at green lights? She had to get home, she wanted to get home, but
why was she so afraid and why was it taking so long?
Assuming that Alice's half-crazed, obscene admissions had any truth to them, how is it
that Hans had kept his strange talents a secret from her for so long, she asked herself
over and over. Could it be that he didn't find her as attractive as Alice? How absurd,
she thought, how totally absurd to think like this! Although there had been a few times
during their life together when Hans had nudged her in a slightly over-familiar fashion.
He would occasionally rub up against her legs and lick her ankles and so forth, and
truthfully, there had been times when he had tried to force his cold black nose up
under her skirt but Marsha had never thought he was trying to seduce her.
Marsha shivered with agony. If she had been a truly lust-attuned being, she might have
succumbed like Alice, assuming her fantastic story was true, of course.
But it had to be true. Alice would never make up a shameful story like that. In fact,
Marsha wondered how Alice had the nerve to admit to such obscene, depraved
behavior. Disgusting! But, she had to admit, exciting! Her heart raced faster. The
thought of beautiful Alice, with half the men in town lusting after her, having her cunt
fucked crazy by their handsome and lovable Hans...
The aroused housewife shuddered and shut her eyes, almost swerving into another car.
She was shaking so, she thought it wise to try to get a grip on herself before she ended
up smashing the car, or being arrested for running a red light. As she approached a
small park, the quiet green mecca beckoned the overwrought woman and she parked
her car to sit for a few moments under the trees and desperately try to collect herself.
Looking around, it occurred to her for the first time how many women were walking
dogs in the park. There were two standard poodles, a muscular black Labrador retriever,
and even a large German shepherd. Oh God, this was really getting to her, she thought,
wishing for the first time in years that she had a drink. She thought she might stop at a
liquor store to buy a bottle, she and Jim seldom drank and she knew there was nothing
stronger then lemonade at home. The idea seemed to settle her a bit and she had her
hand on the ignition to start back on her way when she saw it: the lovely, blonde
haired, fresh-faced young housewife, pushing a beautiful baby in its stroller, followed
behind by a sturdy German shepherd. Something made Marsha take her hand off the
key and stare at the happy three-some. The young girl must have been no more than a
baby herself, Marsha thought, possibly nineteen or twenty. She was probably the wife of
a young military officer, stationed in Riverside, from some small town in the midwest,
there was such a wholesome look about the girl. Her breasts were jumping beneath the
loose-fitting blouse and her long shapely legs were exposed to their full advantage from
the crisp white shorts she wore. As the lovely girl bent over to attend to her baby who
was fretting in the stroller, her animal suddenly bounded up to her and stuck his wet
nose right in the center of her crotch.
Marsha gasped and continued to stare in lewd fascination at the lascivious scene in
front of her. The pretty young girl actually allowed him to work his nose upward
between the legs of her shorts! "Oooooh, Prince, you mustn't do that!" she heard the
girl say, without making any attempt to stop the brute, and all the while attending her
little baby!
Marsha could hardly believe her eyes and ears! Her heart started its mad pounding
again and she felt the blood rushing to her head. Why, the girl was delighted!
She knew it was all true, everything Alice had told her was true, and evidently, Alice
wasn't alone in her vice. Marsha moaned and stuffed her hand underneath her beach
robe to rub futilely with her fingers at the predatory pleasure tendrils which seemed to
be crawling all over her burning hot pussy. She had to get home! Quickly! Before
anything happened between Tina and Hans! And before she went out of her mind with
lust herself! A drink and a bath would help, she knew. She had to go!
And yet, her eyes were glued to the scene in the park with the girl and her powerful
looking dog. By now the young housewife had shifted her attentions from the baby to
the dog and with the aid of the wind, Marsha could hear her cooing down at him:
"Oooooh, honey... you know what that does to me! You've got to learn that you have to
wait until I tell you though, we can't just fuck in the park or any time you're ready,
baby... you can't lick my pussy in public, darling... no, no, no!" she said gently, giggling
and stroking the dog's massive head the whole time.
Gazing with wide, unbelieving eyes, Marsha found herself noticing what a sleek
handsome animal he was. She could even detect the soft sway of his heavy-laden
testicles beneath his hair encased penis. No doubt he used that too...
The dog looked up lovingly at his mistress and the girl giggled coquettishly: "You devil,
you know I adore you... now you have me so excited we're going to have to go right
home and do some fucking before Hank gets home. See what you've done!" And with
that the girl turned the stroller around and pushed it swiftly out of the park and down
the street with her lover in tow, padding behind on all fours.
Gasping, Marsha started the motor. She would not be able to stop off for the liquor,
there wasn't time. She had no other thought but to get home and stop the burning
between her thighs, some way... any way. If only Jim were home now. Where was he
when she needed him... she needed his long thick cock to ease the throbbing need
inside her... now!
She pulled her station wagon away from the curb with a screech of burning rubber,
made an illegal U-turn and raced through the busy streets towards home.
The house seemed exceptionally quiet when she walked through the hall into the living
room. Without knowing why, Marsha found herself walking stealthily through the
downstairs rooms, without calling Hans or Tina.
It was very unusual for Hans not to welcome her if he was home, yet in spite of the
stillness of the house and the apparent lack of company, Marsha knew intuitively that
she was not alone.
She wandered aimlessly through the kitchen, wringing her hands and wondering why
she was afraid to go upstairs in her own home. Finally she took a deep breath and
headed purposefully toward the stairs with bated breath.
She could hear her heart roaring in her ears as she moved with unnatural stealth.
Did she actually want to catch something amiss? Wouldn't it be better not to know?
But then suddenly it was too late and the entire question had become academic. Far off
in the distance came the muffled cadence of a female's straining moans from Tina's
room down the carpeted corridor...
Marsha scarcely dared breathe as she moved stealthily forward.
But then she heard it again – a lengthy series of deep mewling moans from Tina's
slightly open bedroom door. Impelled by fury, obscene curiosity, jealousy, and heaven
knew-what-else, the woman made her way quickly down the passage to the fourteen
year old's door. Clutching her throat in abject fear and apprehension of what horror she
expected to find, she touched the door slightly and it swung open – to reveal the most
cunt-wrenching display of lasciviousness she had ever encountered in her entire life.
For there, on the soaked, rumpled, squeaking bed were Tina, on all fours, and Hans, his
enormously hardened cock fucking in and out of Tina's hair-fringed pussy, his hairy
pelvis slapping her ass-cheeks rhythmically with every stroke, his forelegs dug firmly
into the higher muscles of her back and his haunches moving at a furious pace. Above
all that, his eyes gleamed in Marsha's direction, his long red tongue, heavy with saliva,
hanging lecherously out of his mouth and dripping all over the teenager's glistening
white back.
Marsha knew she should cry out, but instead she felt a wave of forbidden passion
bursting through the walls of her vagina and flooding downward to her pussy-lips in a
great rush of hot viscous liquid. She felt as if she might swoon away as she staggered
against the door. Meanwhile, Hans's cock continued to slither in and out of the tightly
grasping cuntal aperture of the kneeling teenage girl, the big German shepherd panting
as if he were running a race. Beneath him, Tina's long chestnut hair was flying around
her head and her bouncing breasts were dancing in depraved rhythm to her hoarse
punctuated little gasps of pure abandoned lust.
"Yes, yes... ohhhhhh, darling... yesss... fuck me... oh like that... yessss..." Wild
incoherent groans began streaming from the young girl's moistly contorting lips, ragged
with passion as she babbled and heaved like a bitch in heat, and Marsha sensed
breathlessly that her daughter's climax could not be far off. In between, when she could
get her voice, Tina pleaded with Hans to fuck her faster.
"Aaaaarrrggggg... oh darling... I'm... oh yesss... I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Oh!" There was
a swift whooshing intake of breath as Tina became convulsed with her animalistic
orgasm, and then Hans's pelvis began jerking violently as the dog yelped and barked,
his hairy balls slapping lewdly up between her thighs, pulling high up into his churning
scrotum as they delivered their fiery hot load across the full length of his penis and on
up into the hot wellspring of the human female's vagina.
Marsha felt as if she were strangling. The feeling in her loins had surged wildly out of
control and before she could even begin to think straight about doing something about
this terrible mess, she had to find a way of calming that flaming forest fire that was
raging out of control within her over-excited belly. Tearing herself forcefully away from
the terrifying debauched scene, she raced down the corridor and into the bathroom.
And then she would have been safe – if Tina hadn't spied her briefly as the girl came
spinning crazily downward out of the most mind-bending orgasm she'd ever had in her
life...
At first the satiated fourteen year old wasn't sure what she should do about the fact that
her mom had caught her and Hans in their illicit coupling. Horrid visions of herself
being separated from Hans flooded her passion-drugged brain. In back of her she felt
the German shepherd's rapidly deflating penis becoming flaccid and slipping slickly
from her gasping cuntal passage. She ground backward onto it to preserve some of its
tingle, but it was no use. Hans was drawing out of her, huffing and puffing for breath.
It seemed like an age before she could get her head together and figure out what to do,
because she was so totally exhausted.
She raised her buttocks up high into the air and wriggled them in the last rapture of her
forbidden self-debasement. The soft pink folds of her cunt seemed to squeeze together,
comforting each other. When she could finally get her face up from the soiled sheet, she
had somewhat sorted things out.
Tina decided the reason her mother had not disturbed them when she caught them was
because there was something disturbing her already, and if she interfered she might be
called upon to admit this. It was Tina's girlish intuition which told her this even though
her reason could find no support for such a conclusion.
What then was her beautiful statuesque mother afraid of? Afraid of a scene with Hans?
She certainly wasn't afraid of making a commotion over a sexual matter with Tina, as
she had done so over her mere fingering herself that very morning. Therefore, there had
to be some deeper explanation: she was afraid of confronting Hans because he might
already be her lover, or she might subconsciously wish him to be. And that would
explain her reticence – she was afraid of Hans as anyone would be if they had
considered him consciously as a lover.
Tina only knew one thing for certain – her mother was acting very strangely, not at all
like the cool and prim housewife she usually was and Tina knew this was the time to
act if she was ever going to get things going her way around the house.
She jumped out of the bed with Hans in tow, wagging his tail and seeming to smile
with expectancy.
"Can you read minds, too, you precious devil?" Tina asked, laughing down at the huge
animal. "I'll bet you've been dying to lick Mommy's pussy! Well, this is going to be
your big day!"
With that the luscious teenager led the dog down the hall towards her parents'
bedroom, her long hair flowing over her smooth shoulders to her dimpled buttocks and
her jouncy breasts joggling with every step.


Chapter 9

Blind with desire, her brain reeling and her body possessed by a need so primeval and
intense it had taken complete hold over her, Marsha rushed to the bathroom to
mindlessly turn on the tub and throw off her clothes, her full ripe breasts heaving
rapidly with her every breath, coming now in short, frantic gasps.
The half expected sight of Hans lewdly fucking her daughter from behind had been the
spark that ignited the roaring, raging fire inside her body that had been smouldering in
her belly for so long. She was absolutely outside herself, the self she knew, and all
consideration of right and wrong, good or bad, was totally irrelevant. Nothing existed
outside the all consuming need for relief that the previously unknown sensations had
triggered in her belly, in her loins, in her cunt, in her very soul. The picture of Tina
and Hans was permanently etched on her brain, branded by the searing iron of her own
base lust.
The slender, auburn haired beauty felt her full ripe body quaking violently as she
stripped away the bathing suit in one swift movement. She faced her voluptuous, firmly
molded body and her finely chiseled face in the mirror and saw the green eyes flashing
back at her, the pupils dilated, the irises almost feline yellow. "Who are you?" she asked
the image staring back at her in the glass.
Even the bestial couple's depraved moanings and groanings seemed to be haunting her
passion crazed mind. She heard the sound of the bed squeaking, saw the tangled
animal/human limbs, deep shaggy brown against pure white on the girl's bed. The
vision caused her thighs to burn and her cuntal lips to twitch in their rising need.
The repressed housewife was far beyond fighting the tingling sensation within her
tortured vagina. As if in a dream her own hands began to involuntarily massage the
straining tautness of her full, melon-shaped breasts, trapping the trembling nipples
between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt as if she would rip them
loose from the quivering white mounds. She groaned and let her head fall backward,
her long hair flailed out behind her, trailing silkenly over her responsively twitching
buttocks.
Involuntarily, her hands darted down her body on their own accord and groped at the
hotly throbbing little split of her pubic mound, to somehow placate the angrily raging
desire.
She knew she would not be able to continue her own teasing much longer. Her legs
had turned to jelly, her knees were shaking, she was weak with passion. The bath was
steaming as she stepped into the water, allowing her overwrought body to be soothed
by the delightful intoxication of its warmth. She slid down into the hot water and lay
still for a brief moment. Then, almost without thinking, she gave up completely to the
desires of her body, which was seemingly no longer attached to her mind.
Her legs scissored open, one foot lifting to dangle over the edge of the bathtub. She
could feel her moist pussy-slit now palpitating against the tips of her fingers as they
drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of her eagerly pulsating cunt to the
heat of the bath. Then with a groan she sank a middle fingers deep up into the viscous
mouth of her passion-tortured vagina.
Marsha held her breath, relieved momentarily, but not for long. For now the fire
burned more intensely, demanding more fuel to feed its lascivious hunger. She inserted
another finger, and then another, so that finally there were three fingers sluicing lewdly
in and out of her wildly clasping cuntal recess.
The vision in her mind of her own beloved daughter, Tina, being fucked by the
German shepherd drove her on, and she rocked back and forth in the bathwater,
surging up a churning whirlpool of activity, screwing her fingers deeper and deeper up
into her hotly enveloping cunt. She could see in her mind's eye, Hans' glistening red
cock slipping into the wanton teenager's hungrily clutching vagina, sinking through the
soft pubic hair like a well-greased rod – and her gasps began to match the one's she
had heard between the girl and the dog. Her finger became Hans' hotly searing cock,
and suddenly she found that her cunt wanted everything done to it that Tina was
getting. Yes! She wanted to be mounted like a bitch animal, too, wanted to be fucked! If
only Jim were here right now pumping his rock-hard cock into the searing hot little
channel up between her obscenely spread thighs.
By now her fingers were no longer enough – the lust-demented mother had to have
more, but what? In instinctive desperation the fingers of her other hand reached around
behind her, parting the soft crevice of her smoothly undulating buttocks, searching for
the tightly puckered anus within as she leaned her back against the tub and raised her
ass-cheeks from the bottom. She gasped as one finger slid as if magnetized up into the
hungrily engulfing little hole, and in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls,
sending a sharp jolt coursing throughout her quivering body.
Her anal orifice was not as tight as she might have expected, having been so warmly
loosened by the action of the bathwater, so that her finger actually slid into her rectum
with very little resistance. She had no idea why she had penetrated herself in such a
depraved manner. It had been more instinct than anything else. But now she found that
it felt so good rubbing up against the ones sunk deep in her cunt that she would have
died had anyone made her remove it.
As though possessed by a lusting demon, she wormed her ardently raping finger deeper
and deeper up into her nether passage. With each advancing millimeter, the combined
feeling of the fingers lodged in both rectum and vagina became even more
overwhelming than before. She was bathing in a nutrient bath of pure sensuality, her
whitely glistening tits dancing against the surface of the water as she held herself
suspended between the tension of back and feet against the tub to enable herself to
continue at will her lewd double self finger-fucking of her cunt and asshole. Jolts of
electricity seemed to be swarming unceasingly through her fiercely energized loins. She
hung for one unimaginable long moment teetering on the edge of release, her entire
body vibrating with lust, unable to see or feel the hot love juices gushing into the water
from around her ravaging fingers. She could feel her orgasm taking hold of her with a
great roar, like a volcano exploding on a mountain top above a quiet village, or an
enormous tidal wave flashing across the sea and swamping and destroying everything in
its path...
And then suddenly they were there, those two she was imagining, Tina and Hans...
standing there wide-eyed in the open bathroom doorway.
"Tina!" The older woman sat abruptly up in the bath, causing a great commotion in the
water. "What are you doing here? Get out! Get out! Get out at once!"
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or a woman deprived of her climax. Marsha
just wanted to be alone to finish the most beautiful fingerfucking of her life... to finish
her orgasm... to achieve her much needed cum.
But instead she drew her fingers out of her belly immediately, embarrassed, bristling
with rage. How dare they...?
Nor did Tina even bother to throw on a robe. She was as bare as the day she was born
– stark naked from toenails to luscious auburn tresses. Her firm round breasts jiggled
as she moved. Her body was supple and firm, like any fourteen year old's. It was only
her unusual voluptuous development which made her so breath-taking to watch. As she
moved gracefully across the bathroom floor, the soft white curves of her hips bones
glinted in the fluorescent lighting. Her flesh was glossy – exquisitely smooth and
perfect everywhere. At the juncture of her smoothly tapered legs lay the little sparsely
curled triangle of her cunt with its scarcely visible gleam of pink in between. Little
wonder Hans had wanted to fuck her like he had the collie, the housewife couldn't help
thinking somewhat irrationally to herself.
"Hello, Mother," Tina smiled wickedly, moving purposefully toward the bathtub and
falling quickly to her knees beside it. Marsha tried at the last moment to draw the
shower curtain shut, but they were too fast for her. Hans growled a warning and Tina's
hand prevented the curtain from going all the way. "Now Mommy," she grinned
impishly at the startled older woman, "relax. After all, Hans and me have just come to
help you get bathed, that's all. Isn't that right, Hans?"
"I," Marsha corrected... "Hans and I"... then realized the absurdity of worrying about
her daughter's grammar at this point.
Hans' eyes gleamed confidently and his long red tongue hung between his pointed
incisors. Marsha felt her breath catch, and her hands struggled to conceal herself
because now, after all she had heard and seen, she felt sure Hans was no ordinary dog
– rather he had the potential for being almost like a human lover. It was amazing to
consider how many times he had seen her naked and she had never felt at all self
conscious until now. But everywhere she placed her hands they were far less than
adequate covering – for if she put them on her breasts then her soft, still sensuously
throbbing pussy was unconcealed beneath the water, and if she covered her cuntal
"vee", her full heaving breasts remained in full sight of the incited animal.
"But-but you must get out of here at once," the confused woman attempted to protest,
tossing her wet hair over one shoulder.
But Tina sensed the creeping weakness in her mother's voice and the naked young
teenager was already letting the water out of the tub.
"What – what are you doing?" Marsha breathed huskily as Tina flung the bathplug into
the sink and the water started bubbling down and out of the tub.
"Why – we're just going to help you wash, Mom," Tina said innocently. "Aren't we,
Hans?"
"But, but I – that is..." Marsha stared at the suddenly formidable pair horrified,
completely at a loss as to what to do. But what were they going to do to her?
It seemed ridiculous to feel such a prey to a dog and a mere child, but, in her lust
aroused state, the tortured housewife felt totally incapable of handling the situation.
Her breasts quivered and her legs felt robbed of all strength as both time and the water
seemed to run out. And then before the trapped woman seemed to have a chance to say
anything more, Tina was suddenly soaping her hands and then soaping her mother's
breasts in turn. She felt the young girl's slender hands squeezing and fondling her
proud upthrust mounds, making her nipples tingle with a new forbidden excitement.
Gasping for breath, Marsha let her beautiful head fall backward and her eyes shut to
better enjoy the Sensual glory of the talented child's massage. Her voice came weakly as
if from far away: "Oh, Tina... oh... oh... what... what are you doing... to me...?"
"Isn't that nice, Mom?" Tina asked, winking at Hans, who seemed to grin back at his
amazing young mistress. And then her head bent forward and the darting spear of her
tongue snaked out to lick electrically at her mother's erotically hardening nipples. The
older woman quivered and moaned under her child's lascivious oral caress, her nostrils
flaring, her closed eyelids palpitating with emotion. It seemed as if a million butterflies
were fluttering in her belly now.
Tina smiled, her hands passing all over her mother's glistening well-tanned flesh,
fondling her breasts, squeezing her small waist, caressing lingeringly her shivering neck
and shoulders, especially the back of her neck under her long dark hair, tickling her
ears, and then, finally... snaking downward into the dark pubic "vee" that was left
naked and defenseless by the outwardly flowing water...
Marsha winced, gasped and writhed as the emboldened girl's finger slowly inserted itself
up into her salaciously clutching vagina, working around up inside the warm, wet, walls
in tantalizing little circles.
"You like that, Mom, don't you?" Tina breathed huskily into her mother's ear as she
fingered the hopelessly seduced woman.
Marsha nodded eagerly, her eyes still shut, her flesh enjoying to the ninth degree this
wonderful depraving toying. "Mmmmm..." she murmured, helplessly enslaved by this
intoxicating rhythmic delight bestowed by her daughter's lasciviously rotating fingers.
"Mmmmmmmm..." Tina smiled and winked at Hans. He was a bright dog and smartly
took his cue. Just as all the water gurgled out of the bathtub, he circled swiftly around
Tina's kneeling fingers, inserted his head between herself and his first mistress, and
lapped lingeringly at Marsha's full trembling breasts.
"Oooohhh... ooohhh... you..." she moaned, trying weakly to push his head away, but as
her fingers ran up his attractive masculine snout, moving delicately through the soft
sleek hair there, she suddenly felt the most ecstatic thrill flooding her breasts from
softly curved underside to taut nippled peaks.
His wet ministering tongue, seemingly coated with electrically stimulating ridges, ran
the gamut of her heaving breasts and then back again, dragging her nipples along with
it, buffeting them about and then letting them fall back resiliently into place. Marsha
sighed and the sound turned into an endless, high-pitched moan. The maddening
tongue lapping hotly at her nakedly throbbing tits made every part of her body feel
abandoned to the lust-inciting effects of the lewd double titillation. Her nipples tingled
and her pussy moistened rapidly in an endless flood over Tina's licentiously raping
finger. The obscenely besieged older woman could no longer think of anything else.
They had her, and she was glad at last.
"Nice, isn't that, Mom?" Tina asked worming in another finger to join the first up in
her mother's cunt, pushing her seeping cuntal lips apart and working her fingers
experimentally around inside. The big German shepherd continued licking his
mistress's firm, cream-white breasts, nudging them around provokingly, and
occasionally lapping at her ears, eyes, face and throat as well.
Marsha sighed ecstatically as she lay back in total lewd rapture in the bathtub. She had
never been worked over like this in her entire life, and it seemed as if she had died and
gone to heaven. She couldn't remember anything of her past life, There was only this
wonderful honeyed feeling in her loins and the powerful affection she now felt for the
two adorable creatures who were providing it. She laid her head back luxuriantly
against the end of the tub and ran her fingers lovingly in and around Hans' furry ears.
Yes, he was a beautiful animal... beautiful... oooo, his tongue...
"Come on, Mom, let's get out of here and into a nice bed. What do you say?" You
don't want Hans to have to fuck you in the bathtub, do you?' "Fuck... Hans... oh... oh...
that's nice... no... not... bath... oooooohhhhhh..." Tina grinned deliciously with almost
innocent triumph as the passion-drugged older woman repeated her lewd words in an
almost hypnotized manner. Now they had her. Everything was going to be okay.
"Then, come on, Mom, get out of the bath," she commanded, her fingers still playing in
and out of her mother's cunt, not giving up her hold on her for a second. She
whispered in Marsha's ear, "You do want Hans to fuck you like you watched him
fucking me, don't you, Mom?"
"Fuck me... properly," Marsha repeated in a dazed voice. And then there were Tina's
hands in her armpits, lifting her, helping her out of the bath, and Hans' warm tongue
and shaggy coat caressing her shivering long legs. He was lapping the water off her
legs... and she thought she would swoon from the magnetic, mind-bending caress...
They guided her through the connecting door into her own bedroom, and then the
young nymph had a wonderfully obscene idea. Still holding Marsha to give the lust
deranged woman support, she felt underneath Hans, inside his hairy crotch to ascertain
whether or not he was getting a hard-on again. His hair-covered scabbard revealed
nothing, and she wondered momentarily if he might need some help.
"Wait a minute, Mom," Tina instructed her stumbling, automation-like mother. Then
she ordered Hans: "All right, you handsome devil, roll over and play dead."
Hans was good at commands, and did so almost immediately, his legs waving in the air
as if he were a beetle turned over accidentally. Then Tina dropped to her knees and
began teasingly stroking his fur concealed cock and soft hairy balls with her now
experienced young hand.
It seemed no time at all before his pinkly gleaming cock began to show itself. Then,
before he could lose the mood, Tina's head dropped, her long hair wafting teasingly
over Hans' tremoring body, and she guided his rapidly stiffening penis up toward her
wildly ovalled mouth and sucked it hungrily up inside.
Mmmmmm... she thought. Scrumptious. Even more delicious than... I thought it would
be... I knew it had to be nice... and her head bobbed wantonly over the moistly
slickened animal hardness.
Marsha felt dizzy and giddy with sensation. She didn't see how she could possibly stay
on her feet a moment longer. Her loins were a cauldron of boiling rampaging need. She
spread her legs wide in order to insert two of her own fingers up into her cunt to fill the
aching gap left by her daughter's withdrawal. Her mouth hung slackly open as mindjolting 
sensations assailed her, her long black hair hanging down, swaying softly against
her shivering flesh.
"Oooohhh... fuck me... somebody," she found herself moaning in time to her finger's
lewd rhythm, unable to stop herself. "Fuck me..." Tina, a trifle surprised at this positive
reaction, took her mouth off the rapidly expanding animal cock she had been sucking,
swallowing the small amount of animal cum she had managed to glean from its tip. It
was time for the Big Show, and as much as she loved sucking Hans' deliciously
hardened cock, and loved the taste of his semen in her mouth, it was time to think of
her mother for a change.
"All right!" she commanded abruptly, getting to her feet. "Hans' ready and so are you.
Get down on all fours, mother, quickly!" the tone of competent self-assurance in her
voice surprised even Tina herself.
Marsha made a soft moan of protest that was all too feeble, then began slowly,
gratefully dropping to her knees and lowering her shoulders until her full heavy breasts
were brushing sensuously down against the carpet and her buttocks were waving high
up in the air behind her like a lewdly provocative flag. Her fingers were still sunk deep
up inside her soft, hair-lined cunt.
Hans was beside himself and unable to control his canine lust. When Marsha presented
her gorgeous double-mooned ass-cheeks up to him to fuck as he wished, it was as
though he'd been waiting for this moment for years, ever since he'd first come to love
his tall buxom, mistress.
Now at least he was to get his chance at the woman he loved and his tongue hung
hungrily from his mouth as he waited for the go-ahead from his young companion.
And then Tina had released him and he was at her mother's side with a single bound,
his long red penis totally out of its sheath, thick and menacing.
There was a smooth wet suctioning sound as the kneeling woman removed her fingers
from her cunt, and then a sort of mewling as she begged to be fucked.
This is getting better than I expected, Tina thought. She's really hot to go. I'd better
help Hans.
So thinking, the erotically excited young girl grabbed Marsha's two wriggling ass-cheeks
and began slowly pressing them apart and gasping as the tiny puckered circle of her
anus came hotly into view.
A lewdly exciting idea crossed her mind as she watched it pulsating hotly above her
mother's soft curl-fringed cunt. Hans furious with desire to at long last mount and fuck
his voluptuous mistress raised awkwardly up in back of her, struggling for his footing
on the carpet on his hind legs as he locked his forelegs around her sensuously curved
hips. The passion-drugged woman moaned abandonedly with sensual anticipation at
the feeling of the shepard's animal paws on her human skin – a feeling at once
maddeningly illicit and beyond compare. Her hungrily flaring pussy-lips flowed
copiously with her depraved unnatural desire. Why didn't he fuck it up into her? She
wanted to scream out loud.
Torn between the desire to take Hans' huge swinging penis into her mouth or to guide
it into her mother's rhythmically flexing little anal mouth, Tina couldn't control her
eager nervousness. But at long last she had her mother's buttock's spread completely
wide, revealing in full splendor the sinking little brown mole nestling so forbiddingly
within. And then, she was guiding Hans' cock with a little grin on her face up toward
the tightly puckered ring of Marsha's anus. The teenager had heard of women being
fucked in the ass and loving it, and she wanted to see for herself if it worked.
Oh my God he'll kill me, Marsha thought as she felt the warm, wet cock flesh pressing
up into the widespread crevice separating her ass-cheeks and she realized what was
about to happen. But she had lost all will to resist. She just wanted to be fucked now,
on and on forever until she finally released the cataclysmic orgasm she knew was stored
up somewhere deep within. She had to feel it wash over her. If she didn't, she felt like
she'd die of her agonizing sexual need.
And then she felt again the first teasing tickle of the end of Hans' smoothly tapered
penis pressing harder now up against the nakedly exposed mouth of her rectum.
Instinctively her thighs spread wider and she tried to work back onto it. Rectum or
vagina, what was the difference. So long as she fucked! Oh God! She had to have
something fucking up into her somewhere!
"That's it!" Tina cried, urging Hans on. "Fuck her in the ass Hans. Fuck my straight
laced mother! Show her what its all about!"
But Marsha didn't hear any of this. For the dog's cock had begun to sink slowly up into
her obscenely presented little asshole, and it wasn't nearly as painful as she expected.
The hot bath and the fingerfucking of her own self, there had somewhat loosened her
sphincter muscles, making her very relaxed inside.
"Ooo my God," she breathed suddenly back at the animal lover, "I like it, I like it, go
on, go on, darling Hans, fuck it into me deeper!"
But that was merely her initial reaction to the smooth tapered tip slipping through the
outer circle of her anal ring. In another moment Hans had jerked convulsively deeper,
and as the wider part of his cock began to penetrate, she found a heavy pressure
spreading upward through her salaciously trembling belly, making her gasp at the
unexpected discomfort. She had never been fucked in her rectum before, and if she
hadn't been so worked up, she would have never even considered it. Certainly if her
own husband had suggested such a thing she would have been mortified. But the first
part of Hans' penis entering her virginal anus from the back had driven such beautiful,
ecstatic thrills all the way up into her hotly pulsating breasts that she only wanted
more, more until that more changed to the sudden pressure that was like being impaled
on a long fleshy stake.
She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together, but Tina saw what she was doing
and reached back beneath her thighs to coat her fingers in her mother's desire-drenched
pussy and then shift some of the hot, slippery lubricant to Hans' tightly imbedded cock.
Marsha tried to hold her ass-cheeks close together, but the pressure being exerted
within her anal canal had become too great to resist. Hans' penis was moving up inside
her like a hot entranceway between her legs as he opened her up.
"No - oh, I'm too tight... oh no, don't... Hans... oh darling... easy lover, easy... 
please go easy... it hurrrts!"
But his animal cock continued to press forward through her naked and vulnerable
rectum, and even as her sphincter muscles clenched their trap-like lips in vain resistance
around his heavily skewering rod, it only served to excite him all the more. Then
suddenly he probed hotly through the tight elastic circle and shoved forward with a
savage jerk of his standing haunches. Marsha moaned in lost depravity as tears of
joyous pain and ecstasy fell from her eyes and flooded her cheeks before dropping onto
the carpet.
Giving up all resistance as futile, she relaxed her anal muscles and allowed Hans' cock
to fuck deep into her rectum in the most sensuously unnatural act of love anyone could
imagine. How would she ever be able to face herself in the mirror again after indulging
in and screaming for this ultimate in bestial perversity? Or did it really matter who or
what she let fuck her as long as it felt good?
Hans was certainly bigger than she would have expected of any dog. Although she
couldn't see his obscenely penetrating hardness, it seemed to her flesh-full anus as
though it must be even bigger than Jim's, and this really set her heart to racing. But
why couldn't he have fucked her in the cunt instead of back there? This was so
dreadfully different. She wanted to have her hungrily tingling pussy fucked until she
couldn't ever walk, to have that wonderful blazing orgiastic climax she knew was hiding
deep up inside her flame-heated belly sweep over her, but this... this was going to tear
her to pieces...
She gasped involuntarily protest, then groaned again as Hans' cock wormed up into her
wide-stretched asshole yet another inch, but the sounds echoing throughout her
bedroom went unheeded.
There seemed no escape from the anal attack on her helpless kneeling body. The
gradually expanding intrusion of his swelling penis vibrated through every fiber of her
being, pushing the soft rubbery interior of her widely-stretched rectal channel in great
waves of soft resilient flesh before it. The German shepherd's cock filled her ceaselessly
with its pounding animal rigidity until she could only groan out and sob aloud in
submission, wide-eyed with half ecstasy-half torment, until suddenly she felt the briskly
coarse hair on his loins smacking heavily up between the upthrust cheeks of her
licentiously quivering buttocks. The dog's long, desire hard cock was now buried in her
belly right up to his cum-swollen balls And now Hans began to display some of the
exquisite technique he had become so well known for in their neighborhood. For
instead of merely fucking up into his slavishly kneeling mistress madly, as if he had ran
amok, he began undulating his pelvis teasingly around and working his lust bloated
hardon all around up inside of her, pushing her rectal walls outward, coaxing them,
loosening them, making them more accommodating to his intruding hardness.
Marsha groaned in anguish, hung-up on the end of his stone-hard cock like a pig on a
giant roasting spit. The pressure was dredging helpless tears from her eyes until she felt
as if his ass-filling cock would explode all the way up out through her throat. The
deeply sunk cudgel in her rectum was stuffing and expanding her widely stretched little
anal hole beyond anything the sexually naive older woman would have thought
possible.
Now Hans, panting slavishly, began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her widened
aperture, forcing it open until farther with each instroke and wrenching further sobs of
pain and pleasure from her agonized lips. She had never filled so cock-filled and so lewd
in her entire life. Her whole nether region felt flooded and moist with secretion, and
now Hans was beginning to fuck more swiftly and smoothly, pushing the full length of
his organ up into her long effortless strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pinkly rectal
clasping flesh out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for yet another vicious
plunge up inside while Marsha bent and moaned before him like an errant slave before
a fiercely dominating master. All the while, the young organizer of this obscene orgy
was watching the perverse coupling, moving around the room in order to see it from
every imaginable angle. Her mother's body jerked and quivered and her thighs
convulsed periodically as an extra hard thrust seared deep up into her cock-stretched
back passage. She could hear Hans' animal grunts of pleasure floating around them and
thought: I'm giving him that... oh my darling... you made me love you... if only it didn't
hurt sooo much...
And then a subtle change began to take place which astonished the sodomized woman.
For gradually, in the first place of that fierce discomforting pressure her rectum and
loins were beginning to flower outward with obscene little twinges of darting tingling
pleasure. This was not an alteration which took place very swiftly, rather it began as a
fleeting, threadlike sensations, and then slowly blossomed out into greater force from
there.
Hans was now uttering little guttural mewls of pleasure and yelping occasionally as he
fucked in and out of his older mistress' tightly clinging anal walls. His neck was thrown
back in ecstasy and the watching Tina could see his muscles knot as he strained to
unload his churning cum up into her slavishly working mother's hotly clutching
rectum.
Within Marsha's deeply impaled womb, the pressure had lessened considerably and at
the top of his stroke Hans' testicles had finally begun slapping down against her erected
little clitoris at the top of her pussy-slit, sending jolts of pure pleasure wafting through
her entire abandoned body. Crooning with ecstasy, she began wriggling the hotly
clinging passage of her asshole backward over his cock to meet its forward thrust,
undulating her ass-cheeks and swinging her buttocks around in tiny, lewd little rotating
circles. Clasping his cock tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the outstroke,
the reddish pink skin of her rectum on the outstroke. The reddish pink skin of her rear
orifice drew back with his penis, caressing it avidly each time.
"Ooh! Oh! OH!" she moaned, staccato like, feeling her orgasm well within her grasp
once more. "Oh!"
"That's it, boy! Fuck her good!" Tina yelled suddenly mounting the dog from the rear
as if he were a horse and grinding her hotly aroused cunt down into his shaggy coat, so
that now as he fucked ceaselessly up into her mother's cunt, back-rubbing the teenagers
pussy as well.
Hans whimpered and wagged his tail, delightedly ecstatic. His eyes fixed maniacally on
the movement of his mistress's whitely grinding buttocks and the arching hollows of
her back as she worked back against him, her long hair falling over her face and around
her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly around on his savagely penetrating penis.
Her face rolled from side to side on the carpet as she groaned with ecstasy, flushing red
with the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide with lust. She bucked and churned her
body back against the pummeling dog, sensing that he was about to cum, encouraging
and pleading with the motions of her pelvis for him to end it and fill her hungrily
clutching anus with the burning hot semen of his lewd climax.
Hans seemed to sense his mistress's frenzied need and began smacking her quivering
ass-cheeks smartly on each downstroke and sending a shiver of pure delight up her
spine. "That's it! That's it!" she gasped in a high pitched gurgle. "That's it, darling!
Don't stop!"
He gripped her back and the smooth curvaceous slopes of her nudely grinding hips
tightly with his forepaws and fucked her with all the strength left in him, feeling Tina's
naked young cunt writhing against his back. His eyes bulged wide as he plunged into
her again and again, his huge tongue hanging wetly over her glistening white buttocks,
as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up into her cock-stretched anus
like burning ecstatic wildfire.
She groaned piteously, "Arrrgghhh," and he flicked it in all the deeper until she was
afraid the hotly throbbing head of it might burst out through her navel. This was the
experience she had waited for her whole life, the one experience that would make all of
existence worthwhile. Forgotten was the strict moral code she'd lived with all her life.
This was it. This powerful, heavenly fucking by this sleek, furry beast.
It seemed to her as if the giant tormenting cock-shaft was continually growing and
threatening to explode far up inside her. If only he would cum... if only...
"OH! OH! Cum! Hurry! I can't take it any longer!" she cried out with masochistic
pleasure mixed with agony as she fucked back against him wildly. Each slap of his balls
against her clitoris sent her one plateau higher on her lofty quest. She was suddenly
reminded of what her father used to spank her long ago with his strong hands, and the
fierce sensation they had sent burning downward into her pubescent loins. Over the
years she had almost totally forgotten that feeling, and now it was returning with a
vengeance.
Hans barked and shoved forward with a mighty asshole reaming thrust that almost
ripped through the walls of her fluttering belly, and then suddenly his pelvis was
shuddering and hurtling hot thick cum high up into her rectum in wave after obscene
wave of liquid fire. Marsha groaned with happiness as she felt warm animal sperm
spraying out in every direction up inside her hungrily absorbing belly. She pressed
tightly back against her pet's hairy loins as he poured his cum far into her clutching
anal passage, filling her elasticized rectum to the bursting point with the hotly squirting
wetness. And then Marsha could feel her own climax come shooting toward her like a
blinding flash of light carrying the force and brightness of a thousand suns. She
groaned and gurgled, and her lips began to froth as her loins churned through the most
magnificent orgasm she had ever had in her life. Her vagina began gushing outward
with hot, quick squirts of this white cum that trickled onto the carpet beneath her cunt.
And then she shuddered madly and collapsed forward in a single long sigh that had
neither beginning or end.
At the same time, Tina reached her own "horsey" climax on top of Hans' back, riding
him furiously and gurgling happily as her pussy spewed forth its moist gushing waves
of heated liquid-cum all over his sleek furry back – and then she too slumped forward,
exhausted, as both she and the dog tumbled off her well-fucked body and onto the floor
at her side.
It seemed like an endless moment before any of them could fathom what had
happened.
Hans got up after awhile and walked around, then went downstairs to the kitchen to
lap up some water from his bowl and eat some dog krispies.
The two females watched him lumber off, huffing and panting for breath. Then Tina
squeezed her legs together deliciously and looked over at the older woman, blushing in
a becoming glow of shock and pleasure at her own bold behavior in leading this
depraved orgy. But she'd known her mom had needed it, and that had helped to spur
her on.
Marsha's smile was warm as she looked lazily across the floor at her daughter, and this
gave Tina some courage. "I-I didn't really mean all that, what I mean is, I'm not really
the sort of girl who feels other girls breasts, if you know what I mean."
"I know you're not honey," Marsha said softly and easily.
She reached her hand across and clasped Tina's arm with affection. "I'm not either dear.
You were just trying to work me up and get me hot and God, I'm glad you did!"
"Are you, Mom? Really?"
"Sure, honey." The satiated woman sighed lazily and let go of the teenager's hand,
rolling over onto her back and gazing at the ceiling with her long legs outstretched, her
fingers playing easily within the soft moist confines of her newly awakened pussy.
"God, I've been a fool all my life, Tina. You know more about life at fourteen than I
ever did. All my life I was afraid of my own body, and took sex in small doses as if it
were snuff and you breathed it into your nostrils to generate a polite sneeze. That was
how a good girl and a respectable married woman should behave, I though. Little did I
realize that the world was passing me by and learning and doing new things I would
never dream of and most important, finding happiness and sheer physical joy in these
new things. I was a fool."
"Then you're not mad at me?" Tina got up on her hands so that her voluptuous firmly
swelling young breasts hung downward.
Marsha smiled again. "Mad at you? For giving me the happiest experience of my life?
I'd be mad at myself first, darling. No, I'm glad you helped me break loose from the
terribly cocoon existence I've wrapped myself up in my whole life. I don't feel any
shame, just wonderful relief I've never known before. Of course it helps to know that
this sort of thing is a lot more prevalent than I ever knew and that I'm not alone.
Honey, you've made me very happy, but we still have one other problem to work on."
Tina smiled knowingly at her mother, a sparkle coming into her eyes.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Mom.


Chapter 10

Driving home in the afternoon traffic was never one of Jim Williams' favorite activities,
but today he seemed to be even more irritated by it than usual. Not that he was anxious
to get home either, which was unusual for the loving husband and father. He found
himself wishing that he were one of those men who stopped in to spend a few hours at
a friendly tavern after work, as he knew several of his co-workers did. But Marsha
would worry if he weren't home at precisely five-thirty and think there was something
wrong if he came home with liquor on his breath. Well, there was indeed something
wrong, the perplexed man said to himself, although he couldn't say what it was exactly.
He had been feeling very restless lately, nervous, and, it seemed, he had developed a
permanent erection! Poor Marsha, she must be wondering what had come over him.
She had been putting up with it quite well, in fact she had even seemed to be enjoying
the nightly fucking and then again in the morning and sometimes in the afternoon on
weekends, but somehow it wasn't enough. Must be middle age, he thought somewhat
sadly, then panicked. What if his cock were on its "last fling"? What if this were the
final rally before the end? No, he consoled himself, that just didn't happen... did it?
But what could it be? He found himself thinking more and more about his son, Vince.
Where was he? What was he doing? And, who was he fucking? Jim hated to have to
admit it, but the last question was definitely on his mind. His son had always been sort
of a ladies' man, not unlike Jim would have been had he not married so damn early, he
thought. Not that he didn't love his wife, he loved Marsha as much, maybe more, than
the day he married her back in Ohio. It was just that as the years passed, he had
suddenly begun to wonder what he had missed. Actually, he mused, it all really started
when they brought Tina back home... he wasn't used to having his daughter around the
house so much. Before she was sent to St. Gertrude's School, he would go for days
without seeing the girl, but now with the restrictions they had issued and with her
always there, well, it was pretty damn hard not to notice her soft, now womanly-shaped
breasts and ass. She was his daughter, but that didn't make her any less noticeable as a
developing bundle of lush feminity. In fact, there was something about the fact that she
was his daughter that gave her the forbidden aura he found so intriguing. That must be
it, he reasoned, it must be a natural, fatherly reaction.
Yet deep in the recesses of his mind Jim Williams knew there was nothing fatherly or
natural about the way he had found himself fantasizing about Tina's hot little tits and
cunt naked beneath him as he fucked his wife. He had been able to put it off to the fact
that they looked so much alike, that Tina, except for her blatantly sexy manner, was the
image of Marsha at that age.
Jim sighed and shook his head. What on earth was he thinking? He knew exactly what
he was thinking – he was thinking about really fucking his delectable young minx of a
daughter. It was mortifying, but he couldn't help but wonder if her young cunt was as
tight and sweet as her mother's had been. The fact that his daughter might not be a
virgin had never occurred to the devoted father, in spite of all the nights she had stayed
out until all hours and the lusty young men she had gone out with.
Jim found himself involuntarily pushing his fingers down onto the lengthening bulge in
his pants. His cock was tingling and he was becoming aroused again for what seemed
like the hundredth time that day. Jim had never troubled to deny to himself or to others
that he had an eye for a pretty leg, but it was getting to the point of absurdity, the way
his cock would twitch every time his secretary had come into the office. It was
shameful! And at lunch, when the waitress leaned over the table to remove the plates he
had to really fight to restrain himself from grabbing the luscious tits thrust so
tauntingly before him.
Lately it had seemed that every woman he came into even the most brief contact with
had been flirting with him! That must surely be a symptom of middle age, the
handsome blonde husband told himself, gently massaging his broadly expanding penis.
"Christ," he muttered to himself, "if it gets any bigger, I won't be able to get out of the
car!" Glancing out the window at a stoplight, he noticed a beautiful dark-haired girl in a
white Porsche pull up alongside his car. She looked over at him and smiled, tossing her
dark hair and batting her long lashes. Jim nearly drove off the street in his excitement;
he was not imagining it! She had flirted outrageously with him! Could she possibly
have seen his swollen cock? Jim smiled, feeling silly and very pleased with himself at the
same time. Unconsciously, he glanced at himself in the rear view mirror and smoothed
his thick blond hair. Did he really look younger than his forty years? Ordinarily he was
not a vain man, but with beautiful girls in sports cars and waitresses in restaurants and
secretaries in offices were going to continue to look at him like that, there might be
something about himself he hadn't noticed before. "No fool like an old fool," he
chastised himself, having a platitude on hand for every occasion.
It was Tina, he admitted to himself, causing this foolishness. He was projecting his
sexual fantasies onto the most innocent of overtures. It had almost seemed as if she
were flirting with him, his own daughter! It had seemed she had become very
affectionate with him lately, but then she had always been a warm, demonstrative girl.
It was part of her charm, and why was he suddenly twisting the most tender father
daughter relationship into something lurid and perverted? Could he be going nuts?
Should he seek help before he did something terrible?
Passing a liquor store, Jim stopped without thinking twice, although neither he nor
Marsha drank except at parties to be sociable. She would undoubtedly think it strange
for him to bring home a bottle, but he didn't care. He really needed a drink. He was
not looking forward to the prospect of another long evening at home with his daughter
flitting about the house half-naked in her shorty nightgown while he had to control his
raging cock until bedtime, sitting in his chair with his paper on his lap.
He drove slowly down the tree-lined, winding street waving to the neighbors in their
yards and thinking idly that he really should work on the lawn this weekend.
In another few moments he had driven up the driveway to his home, not noticing his
wife and daughter peering from Tina's bedroom window, their naked bodies shielded
from view by the diaphanous frilly curtains.
Parking the car, he got out and went up to the stairs to the kitchen. Not noticing his
wife's car, he wondered if she were out, although she generally made it a point to be
home before he arrived from work.
She must be here, he reasoned, seeing that the door was unlocked. Perhaps she had
parked her car on the other side of the house. He hoped that was the case and that it
wasn't in the shop again with the sticky clutch. Maybe he should think about trading
that old station wagon in on something a little more flashy, maybe Marsha would like
that.
Where was she? The house was still as death.
Then out of nowhere Hans appeared, padding silently into the kitchen, wagging his tail
and apparently glad to see him. Jim put his fingers in the dog's sleek soft coat and Hans
rubbed happily against the man's leg. "Well, how's it going, buddy," Jim said down to
him, going to the refrigerator to get the ice for his long awaited drink. Pouring the
bourbon into a glass, he said noncommittally to the big German shepherd, "You seem
in good spirits today. Bet you've been seeing your lady friend, is that it, boy? Well, she's
a fine looking collie all right, don't blame you a bit... no sir."
Hans seemed to grin mysteriously at him with this reference to the beautiful collie,
although as Jim took a healthy drink of his bourbon he wondered if this impression was
only his imagination working over-time again.
And then there was the soft fall of youthful footsteps on the stair. "Oh, Hans!" came
Tina's youthful voice, and despite his best intentions Jim could feel his pulse quicken
and his penis jerk just from the sound of her voice.
Before he could say anything, Hans had bounded past him out of the kitchen and
toward the stairway. "Oh, there's my precious... Dad, has Mom come home yet?"
Thinking quickly, Jim conjectured that his wife must be out shopping. His cock was
definitely becoming bloated with blood, pushing his pants right up to the underside of
the table. His nostrils flared. She is my daughter, he kept telling himself over and over.
My wife is gone, she is my daughter... He repeated the words again and again in his
mind. Still, his cock had a mind of its own and continued to rise. Jim drained his drink
and quickly poured another. This was the first time he had been alone in the house
with Tina since they brought her back from the school. Why the hell couldn't they have
kept her there just a little while longer, until he had a chance to slide gracefully into
middle age, or until she was old enough to go to college or something. Why wasn't
Marsha home? Why did this have to happen today of all days? Finally he spoke: "No
honey, it's me." He wondered if his voice sounded strained. Where was his goddamn
newspaper?
And then she appeared. In the doorway of the kitchen. Clutching nothing but a white
towel around her voluptuously molded young fourteen year old form. His eyes fell
upon her legs, involuntarily devouring them. They were long and smooth and wellmuscled. 
Milky soft flesh a man instinctively wanted to touch, any man – father or not.
The towel seemed only to just barely cover her pubic region, so that her naked thighs
appeared more lengthy and provocative than he had ever seen them before.
Above that, the towel was wrapped tightly around her wasp-like waist, so that her hips
flared very fully. And then still higher up she was holding her firmly swelling breasts in
check with her forearm. They seemed to well up considerably, thrusting upward and
out over her imprisoning arm, out to the sides, ballooning everywhere. Her shoulders
were glossy and smooth. Her beautiful face with the sultry green eyes and the pouting
full red mouth was framed by her long auburn hair that seemed to trail in fine rivulets
all the way down to her ass-cheeks in back.
"Hi, Daddy, I'm glad it's you," she said, her eyes shouting sensuality, and then tiptoed
along on her small dainty feet to plant a warm kiss on his open mouth, her tiny pink
spear of a tongue darting inside for an instant and then quickly darting back out again.
"I thought at first you were Mom back from the store," she said, smiling at her father.
Jim was afraid that in another moment he might lose his voice completely so he spoke
to her while he felt he still could. "Tina, don't you think you should get dressed? Your
mother would hardly approve of your running around like that."
She tossed her long hair over her shoulders and tucked it behind her ear with one
slender hand. "I guess so, but I was just getting out of the shower when I thought I
heard Mom come in and..." She paused hesitantly, licking her lips and looking at him.
"Gee Dad, don't you like me like this?"
His cock felt stiff as a board. He was afraid to get up, feeling trapped to his chair by his
own little girl. "Of course I like you like that... I mean... I love you... er... but don't you
see..." The teasing young teenager saw her father's obvious discomfort and feigned a
slip of her fingers allowing the towel to suddenly unravel and fall to the floor. "Ooops...
it slipped!" she lied, bending over while her well-shaped breasts hung down as she
retrieved the towel. He stared in amazement, his breath coming very hotly as he
watched her taut protuberant nipples pointing forward from the tips of her cream-white
tits. Something seemed to have gripped his throat that wouldn't let go. That auburn
hair had fallen back over her shoulders and seemed to be everywhere. Her long legs
stretched deliciously up to the titillating patch of her sparsely growing pubic curls
within which he could clearly see the glistening pink ribbon of her tight young pussy
slit.
Tina stood up, still smiling, her breasts pointing up again as she drew the towel
lingeringly over her luscious young body. This ploy had worked with Vince and she felt
sure it would work with her dad as well. Even now she could see the same eager glint in
her father's eyes that signalled his imminent surrender. She found herself becoming
very excited with anticipation, wondering how large his cock was, if it was heavily
veined like her brother's, and if it would look the same burgeoning straight out from
his patch of blond pubic hair. She was happy with what Hans had done for her, and yet
her father was so like Vince, and she had been curious about him ever since she
discovered the joy of sex.
Mustering as much innocent sweetness as she could she looked up at her father with
wide green eyes. "Don't you like me, Daddy?" she asked again.
Jim was about to choke, and was desperately trying to clear his voice to speak. "Now
Tina, of course you know... Uh... that is, honey, I..." She barely had the towel secured
around her waist and walked up to him with her upthrust breasts pointing at his chest
to put her hand affectionately on his shoulder. The timorous man felt his mouth water
as he watched his daughter's full ripe breasts jiggle as she walked. Her red, ovalled
mouth opened in a teasing manner, her tongue flickering out wetly to moisten the
fullness of her rich pouting lips. Her eyelashes fluttered and her voice became very low
and intimate.
"How would you like to suck on my titties, Daddy?" the bold teenager said, leaning
forward slowly into the crotch of his pants, gripping the enormously hard rigidity that
he could no longer conceal.
"Tina!" was all the man could manage. His cock felt as though it would burst through
the material of his pants at any moment. His daughter's breasts were the most beautiful
things he'd ever seen in his life! He could smell the youthful scent of her body, feel its
warmth, almost touch one rosy nipple with his face. It was more tantalizing than he
had ever imagined; it was more than he could bear.
"I'll bet you would like to suck on my titties, I'll bet anything you would... admit it,
Daddy... you have such a nice hard cock... Mmmmm, do you think I could see it,
Daddy? I'd just love to see my Daddy's cock..." Jim closed his eyes. He felt as though he
were being consumed inside by a well of sensuality. And as the deep pool covered his
head, swallowing him up entirely until he was blind to any light, he heard himself
plead: "Oh Christ, yes! Yes, baby, pull it out!"
Tina gave him a pleased smile and went to work quickly, zipping down his trousers and
reaching in through his fly into his belly hair and onto the soft sacs of his testicles until
– most grandly of all – her hand touched his gigantic hard cock which took her breath
away with its overwhelming length and breadth.
"Ooooh, Daddddy," she crooned, bending at the waist and lowering her head down so
that her soft, tongue-moistened lips rested tantalizingly on the rubbery bloated cock
head. "You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen! I never knew my own dad had
the most handsome cock in the world!"
Jim made a sharp gasp for breath before his fingers snaked out automatically to clutch
her auburn hair as she opened her mouth greedily and ran her pinkly ovalled lips
agonizingly up over his pulsating male hardness until the tip of it tapped the back of
her throat. Then she began a low rhythmic sucking that made him strain forward with
pure ecstasy. In all the years of their marriage Marsha had never done this to him,
although he had wanted to ask her many times. Now, his own sensuous young
daughter, their daughter, was sucking his cock! It was too exquisite to stop, it was too
delightful to deny...
He heard his own animal-like panting, interrupted by an occasional low moan as her
beautiful little tongue achingly stroked and licked at the underside of his burgeoning
penis where the long sperm-filled vein was waiting urgently to spew forth its scalding
hot load of stored-up cum. Her fingers traveled like little snakes underneath his balls,
weighing them, cupping them, caressing them, fondling them. Jim no longer cared who
was doing this to him, only that she continue; there was no other thought... only that it
go on and on until he came in her hot little mouth.
Tina knew that her father had lost all resistance. She smiled inwardly to herself, proud
of the fact that once again she would have her way. They were very lucky parents
indeed, the girl thought, to have two children like her and her brother, who were
willing to include them in on their fun. She knew she had nothing more to worry
about, all she had to do now was enjoy. Once Vince got home...
She pulled her mouth away from her father's penis with a softly sucking little pop and
kissed it once again as he tried to keep her mouth on it. Then she forced herself to
stand, her full ripe breasts swaying gently before her.
"It's time to go upstairs now, Daddy... come on..." she urged, taking him by the hand
and guiding him through the kitchen.
Jim could do no more than follow mutely after his daughter as she padded naked out of
the kitchen and up the stairs. She continued to keep him aroused by stroking his palm
with her long nails as he watched her smooth young buttocks undulating nakedly,
sensuously, before him. He felt as though he were on fire with the burning desire she
had instilled in him.
His flaming hot cock swung outward ahead of him, sticking lewdly out of his pants as
he took the stairs after her, and then they were heading for the bedroom he shared with
his wife... with her mother!
Where was she anyway? Where the hell was Marsha? The questions raced like a flash
through his brain, but he knew he no longer cared. He was aware of the possibility of
her walking in at any time to find him and Tina together, but he simply could not
bring himself to care any longer. He had tried his best to be a good father and husband;
he had worked hard all his life, he had done everything according to the rules. Now the
rules no longer mattered. His daughter was the most beautiful and desirable young
woman he had ever seen and the illicitness of the relationship only served to heighten
his desire. It was as though he were turning his back on the faceless authority that had
held him in bondage all his life and this one act would be the consummate rebellion
that would at last free Jim Williams.
She still had his hand as they entered the bedroom and turned to face him, rubbing her
magnificent full-fleshed body insinuatingly against him until he thought he would
burst. Her slender forceful hand came up against the back of his neck and she drew his
head down into a molten, open-mouthed kiss wherein she sucked on his tongue and
her own tongue explored his mouth until he thought he would stop breathing from the
perverse excitement of it all. And all the time her lower body was grinding away against
his exposed loins, rubbing the soft, silken little hairs of her pubic triangle against 
his arching, jerking cock.
"Hurry, Daddy!" she murmured. "I want you to fuck me with your beautiful big cock!"
She began to strip his clothes away, sucking his cock back up into the hot, buttery
softness of her mouth again for a moment as she kneeled to remove his shoes, then
pulling his pants down over his burning loins until he stood naked before her. She
pulled him gently to the floor, urging him to hurry once again.
The carpeting was thick and soft and she lay back and spread her legs as wide as she
could until her hot young cunt stretched wide up between her thighs and became a
softly bearded oval mouth waiting to be fed by his pounding rod of flesh. Jim's back
was to the bathroom so he could not see Hans and Marsha anxiously watching them
from behind the slightly open door. His eyes were fixed on the glistening pink folds of
his daughter's pussy framed by the sparsely curling strands of her chestnut colored
pubic hair. His cock was pounding and throbbing painfully as he lowered himself,
panting with desire, into the opened "y" of her wide-stretched, taut young thighs. He
moved his penis forward until it found the wet, curl-fringed little opening of her pussy,
and sighing with ecstasy, he fucked up into her and felt the warm wet walls of her cunt
closing tighter than her mouth had about his feverishly pulsating penis.
She locked her arms tightly around his back as he began slowly, agonizingly to pump
up into her eagerly welcoming young cuntal passage. Her legs came up of their own
volition and locked around his calves, as though he were hooked onto her against his
will. Tina then winked at her mother over his shoulder as she squirmed and wiggled
her naked little cunt deliciously around on his rod which was sunk up inside her almost
to her cervix. She felt wonderfully filled as she worked her hungrily engulfing cunt up
and down over his belly-filling hardness.
Then suddenly, Hans bounded past Marsha into the bedroom, barking with excitement.
His enormous pink cudgel was sticking straight out from its sheath as he moved
quickly toward the father and daughter on the floor. As if on cue, the dog stepped over
Tina's face so the swinging hardness of his penile shaft was swaying directly down
towards her nose and mouth. "Oh Hans... let Tina have it, lover. Let Tina suck your
cock!" The young girl took one hand off her father's swiftly jerking buttocks and guided
the fleshy tapered animal member right up into her mouth, sucking on the dog's lewdly
distended penis like a woman possessed. She felt she was in heaven, being fucked in the
mouth by the handsome German shepherd while her own beautiful father fucked her in
her nakedly yearning cunt.
Jim grunted with amazement as he saw Hans step over his daughter's face and her
mouth open up to take his rigid red penis into its hot cavernous depths. But he could
not take a stand of opposition. The total depravity of the situation, of himself fucking
his own beloved daughter right on his bedroom rug was an indescribable ecstasy he had
never dreamed possible. He was on the verge of cumming and the thought of his wife
flashed quickly through his mind.
The cords of his neck were standing out and the excruciating feel of Tina's voraciously
clutching little pussy was going to cause him to shoot out up inside her any minute,
when suddenly he looked with lust-drenched eyes to the side to see his wife, totally
naked, stretching out beside them.
"Marsha! Jesus Christ!... What's going... oooooohhhhhh..." Despite his astonishment,
the lust enraptured man could not stop fucking deep up into his beautiful daughter's
tender, hungry little belly. He looked down and could see his cock, slick with her pussy
juices, sliding effortlessly in and out through her softly curling pubic hair which was
teasing against his cock maddeningly on each outstroke. The lips of her cunt were
clasping convulsively around his impaling thickness and all he could think of or want
was to feel his painfully expanded balls explode their searing load of cum deep up into
her hotly churning teenage cunt.
Without stopping for a moment her voracious sucking on Hans's pinkly glistening
animal rod, Tina seemed to smile and her eyes sparkled with delight. She saw her
mother positioning herself, turning slightly to her side, and spreading her legs widely.
Hans quickly began to lap at the woman's hungrily quivering pussy with his long, well
practiced tongue. She began to croon and groan with pleasure as he curled out his
tongue into a long wet spear and began driving it rhythmically in and out of her hot
wet cuntal hole.
Somehow in his groaning lust Jim was able to conclude that the two hot-blooded
women had been in league together but he couldn't be angry. He was rather pleased
with the two of them, in fact, pleased, and very surprised. How had they ever managed
to arrange all this for him? It hardly mattered now, only that by some blessed miracle
they had and he would be forever grateful!
The desire-driven father continued to fuck into his nakedly spread daughter with long,
agonizingly drawn-out strokes, while the beautiful teenager blissfully sucked on the
German shepherd's cock. Hans in turn licked furiously at Marsha's hotly squirming
pussy while her husband snaked out one arm to roughly but sensuously knead her
breasts, twisting and pulling at the firm, full mounds and erotically throbbing nipples
until she was crying out with pure unadulterated sexual joy. They were all connected,
each with the other, each enthralled in his own world of delight as they writhed and
moaned and whined in their collective, lust-driven passion.
At last they felt their separate exploding orgasms all blending into one shattering
unleashed fury of unprecedented carnal debauchery. Tina felt the white hot jets of cum
filling her from both ends as her father and her pet dog flooded her cunt and mouth
with the liquid-hot juices of their release... Marsha was in a lustful frenzy from the
hungry lapping of the German shepherd who was driving her to an orgasm of such
shattering proportions it left her nearly stunned afterwards... and Jim let loose a 
soulrendering climax, uttering loud grunts and groans as he shot his sperm far up into his
fourteen year old daughter's hungrily milking little belly.
The whole bedroom seemed to shake with their multiple orgasms as their hotly gushing
secretions blended and puddled together in almost insane ecstasy until at last they lay
spent, momentarily overwhelmed, entwined like nakedly encircling vines together on
the bedroom floor.


Chapter 11

Vince Williams was glad he had decided to stop in Los Angeles to call his family before
driving to Riverside to surprise them as he had planned. He had spoken to each one of
them on the phone, and of the three, only his sister Tina sounded the same. Somehow
his mother sounded like a different woman, not at all as he remembered from two years
ago. She seemed more alive and vibrant, he could tell the minute she picked up the
phone something had changed her, made her younger instead of older, but he had no
idea what it could be. His father too, had seemed younger.
He looked over at his new bride, Anna. She was the one who had convinced him to
stop and give them some warning of their arrival, pointing out that it would be shock
enough for them to see him after over two years, without the added surprise of a new
daughter-in-law. Vince was very grateful to his wife for bringing him out of his guilt
ridden wanderings by her liberal thinking attitude, and he knew she was right about the
fact that he would have to face his family someday with the truth. Nevertheless, he had
been dreading the inevitable confrontation all the way from their home in Phoenix and
wished he had called sooner. Once he had spoken with them on the phone he had no
further doubt that it was all going to be alright. Could Tina have told their parents
about what happened between them two years ago? He wouldn't be surprised if she
had, but what would surprise him would be their acceptance. Their parents had always
been so moral and straight laced. No, the handsome young man reasoned, that couldn't
be the reason for the apparent mellowing of his parents, but whatever the cause, he was
certainly glad for the effect. For the first time since they started the trip, Vince found
himself actually looking forward to seeing his parents and little sister again.
The thought of Tina had at last lost its sting, he realized with tender affection for his
wife, Anna. What he had thought of as the love of his life had actually been no more
than an adolescent crush which had unfortunately been for his sister, but none the less,
it was at last over. He had finally come to see his sister for what she was, a beautiful
girl, very spoiled, and sometimes loveable. A thousand thoughts raced through Vince's
brain as he passed the familiar landmarks that announced their arrival into Riverside.
Would Tina have changed much in two years? Had he changed? And most important,
would they accept Anna? He had no doubts on the last question, being fully convinced
that his wife was the most lovely girl on earth, perfect in every way. It seemed
impossible to the devoted young man that anyone could be blind to his wife's many
attributes.
Pulling into the driveway of his parents home after his sudden departure two years ago
caused young Vince to feel the grip of apprehension once again, but it was quickly
dispelled when he saw the whole family running outside to meet them. After embraces
and kisses and introductions they all sat down in the living room to enjoy the long
awaited reunion. Vince could tell that his wife, Anna felt like a member of the family
already, and after a very short time things seemed so pleasant and natural that it was as
though Vince had never left. It's just the same, the happy young man thought, except
for Anna and that friendly German shepherd, being with us.
Anna looked around the room at her new family. Mr. Williams, who had suggested she
call him Jim, was so much like Vince she couldn't help but love him immediately. And
both Tina and Marsha were exceptionally warm and affectionate with her; she loved
them too. Even the dog was affectionate, nuzzled now with his head in her lap. Anna
felt that she had never seen a warmer and more loving family. She felt right at home
and wondered how Vince could have ever thought his parents would hold a little thing
like what happened with Tina against him. After all, she is a sexy little thing, Anna
noticed, and the sharp eyed young wife also noticed that Jim had a more that paternal
appreciation for Tina too, when she saw him slip a hand on his daughter's buttocks as
they all went into the dining room for dinner. And God, he looked as virile as they
come. She bet he could fuck her silly just like Vince could do ad she would just love to
find out if she was right. As they sat down to the table she leaned over to whisper in
Vince's ear: "Darling I love your family... maybe we should think about moving to
Riverside. After all, darling, you've been gone two years and I think you might have a
lot of catching up to do."


THE END
