BIG RED
By Carlotta Graham


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

Sarah Bellamy gave her long, blonde hair a few quick strokes that left it shining in a
huge curl on her shoulder. It gleamed against the cornflower blue of her modest
travelling suit, the one her mother had bought her at the last minute before her trip in
an effort to patch up their shaky family relations. Lois Bellamy had never been truly
convinced that her two lovely daughters were the sluts their father said they were,
anyway.
The mother stood now in the ornate, old-fashioned Oakland railroad station, waiting
for her seventeen year old daughter to make her final boarding preparations. The
Amtrak train stopped in Oakland for only ten minutes, and Sarah had to have
everything ready before it arrived.
As the beautiful, voluptuous figure of her younger daughter emerged from the ladies'
room, Lois Bellamy shook her head sadly. This is no kind of life for a young girl –
travelling here and there all the time, moving every three years to Germany, or Georgia,
or halfway around the world! At least her husband, Major Steven Bellamy, had spent
his last two assignments in San Francisco, so that Sarah had had a chance to go through
her adolescent years all in the same place!
Claire, their older daughter, hadn't had it so lucky. She had been thirteen when they'd
moved to Georgia, and sixteen when they'd been transferred to the Presidio in San
Francisco. She had finished high school the following year and then her father had
shipped her back to the military academy. "Since they're accepting girls now," Major
Bellamy had said, "Claire might as well go back there and learn some discipline! Christ
knows she needs it!" He hadn't said anything more, but Lois and Claire and probably
even young Sarah all knew what the man was talking about.
"Well, Mom," the younger daughter smiled bravely, "I guess that's everything..." There
wasn't much else she could say, without risking another flare-up of their tense little
family's emotions. Even though Lois had driven Sarah to Oakland alone, leaving Steven
back at the Presidio, the heavy, undefined influence of the powerful husband and father
permeated all their family relations.
"I guess so," Mrs. Bellamy said, giving Sarah a little squeeze around the waist. "Tell
Claire we love her, darling, whatever Daddy says... And don't forget to give her the
Christmas present..." The mother's eyes wandered off into the distance as the loud
clatter of the arriving train brought back memories of the years she had spent moving
from here to there, dragging her gorgeous young daughters along just to keep the little
family together. And now, they hadn't even seen their older girl in three years!
"I will," Sarah promised, brushing her mother's cheeks with her soft teenaged lips.
The last thing Lois said to her blonde daughter as Sarah climbed aboard was, "Don't
forget to change at Los Angeles!"
Through the double glass of the window by her seat, Sarah nodded that she wouldn't. It
wasn't as though she had never been on a train before. When the Bellamy's had lived in
Germany, the two young sisters used to take train rides of two or three hours, without
any adult supervision. But mothers are always the same, I guess, the seventeen year old
thought diplomatically, waving to Mrs. Bellamy as the train slowly pulled out of the
Oakland station.
It was eight-thirty in the morning, and as Sarah looked around her, she noticed that
most of the other passengers were still rumpled and confused by sleep, as a porter
hurried through the car offering orange juice to those who stirred. God, they must've
come all the way from Seattle, Sarah thought sympathetically, remembering the train
rides from her childhood. But she quickly shook the thoughts out of her mind. She was
going to be on the train for a long time herself, today. She was going all the way to San
Antonio, Texas.
Suddenly, the blonde girl's thought turned to the unseen Texas town she was going to
visit. It still felt strange to realize that Claire Bellamy no longer lived in San Francisco
with their family. How can my own sister live in San Antonio, Texas?
Sarah remembered how, three years ago, her older sister had been forced to enroll in
the Eastern Military Academy, as one of only five girls admitted that year, it had been
entirely Major Steven Bellamy's idea, and it had been entirely the result of an incident
that had happened during Claire's senior year in high school. Sarah had never learned
what that incident was. Her parents had considered that fourteen was too young for her
to hear about such things. And since then, there had been only silence where her older
sister was concerned.
I bet all that happened was Claire lost her virginity, the blonde girl decided for perhaps
the hundredth time. What else would cause their strict military father to go into such a
blind rage and condemn his older daughter to such a boring social fate as a disciplined
military academy? Although Sarah herself was still a virgin, and intended to remain that
way until she married, she didn't condemn girls her age who weren't. Why, if she
counted, she would probably have found that more than half the girls in her class at
Lowell High School were no more virginal than their mothers, and Sarah was no doubt
clearly in the minority.
But that wasn't the way Major Bellamy saw it. He still imagined that his young,
beautiful daughters were as pure and innocent as he had always expected girls to be
when he was in high school. He didn't make the connection between the fourteen year
old whores he fucked in high school and his own daughters. He probably thinks sex
only happens in the slums, the seventeen year old mused. It was the only possible
explanation for his treatment of her older sister.
Claire Bellamy had always been the more confident and vivacious of the two daughters.
In the first place, she was four years older than her pretty little sister, and she learned
very soon that Sarah depended on her for entertainment and companionship. Then,
too, there was something about the way Claire looked – her shining dark brown hair
that was exactly like her father's, her long, lithe body that was firm and compact rather
than full and rounded the way Sarah's was, and the lively sparkle of her brown eyes,
that made everyone who knew her look to her for direction.
It was truly a stroke of unprecedented luck that popular, active Claire Bellamy was
Sarah's own older sister. The blonde girl didn't know what she would have done
without the brunette, especially when they had first moved to San Francisco five years
ago. It had been Claire who had gone out and met all the people who eventually
became the girls' fast friends, until, of course, Claire had been sent back East.
Actually, Sarah mused, for the first time, Claire has just the type of personality that
would be perfect for the Army! She was a born leader, and people loved to follow her.
But no... the younger sister thought. That's impossible, now...
Although the Bellamy's hadn't seen their older daughter in three years – since the first
Christmas she had come home from the academy – Sarah had written to her
religiously, determined not to let a few thousand miles destroy their close sisterly ties.
That was how Sarah had found out the things she had never told her parents about her
older sister, the things that would surely have alienated their strict father even further.
There was that General's son, for one thing... and the group of football players in the
shower... Oh, God, the pretty blonde thought silently, no wonder she kept being
restricted to the campus! After her first year at the academy, Claire Bellamy had flunked
two courses, and she wasn't allowed to return home for the summer until she had made
up the courses. By the time her courses were complete, the brunette Major's daughter
didn't even want to come home to San Francisco, even to see the lovely little sister who
depended on her so much.
The second Christmas it had been the same story as the first summer. Claire had been
forbidden to leave the academy, because of disciplinary action for something that even
Sarah never found out about. By the summer of her sophomore year, Claire Bellamy
was no longer welcome in her father's house. Sarah had saved up her money and tried
to get her permission to visit her Aunt Gelda in Kansas, but Major Bellamy guessed
immediately that she planned to meet Claire there, and forbade it.
After her third year at the academy, Claire was dismissed. It wasn't an academic
dismissal, the letter to her parents explained; the lively brunette was simply unsuited to
military life and discipline, and it suggested that Major and Mrs. Bellamy enroll her in
some state college to finish her education.
Ooooooh, the blonde girl shuddered, remembering clearly the day that her parents had
received the letter. Steven Bellamy's face was literally purple with anger, and he spent
the whole afternoon on the phone, to his friends all over the country who were in high
enough positions to do what he wanted done. God, I was scared for Claire that day!
By nightfall, Claire's fate had been determined, without even the slightest word from
the girl herself. She had been stationed in San Antonio in the Army, as a Private with
the most despicable duty assigned to a woman. One week later she turned twenty-one,
and she began to fight for a discharge.
Sarah remembered the early letters Claire had written from San Antonio – full of
misery and depression, but without the slightest hint of remorse. Whatever she had
done at the military academy to get herself kicked out was probably intentional, Sarah
decided, since she had been forced to go there against her will. But at first, during last
May and June, it seemed that life on the Army base was even worse than the academy.
Later on in the summer, Claire's letters started to mellow out, and by fall, Sarah
detected the return of her sister's unquenchable zest for life. Claire even started writing
about coming to San Francisco on her first leave, since the transportation would be free
now that she was in the Army. But Sarah couldn't wait the whole year for her sister's
first leave... She took her Christmas money from Aunt Gelda, her grandparents, and her
Uncle Miles, added it to her small savings, and bought herself a round-trip train ticket
to San Antonio.
It was the first day of Christmas vacation from school, and although Sarah didn't
especially look forward to spending Christmas away from her parents, she was clearly
excited about the prospect of seeing the older sister she had been forbidden to see for
exactly three years.
Major Bellamy had been against the proposed trip from the start, but against his better
judgment, he had let his wife persuade him to let the girl go. "After all," Lois argued,
"what can happen on an Army base?"
"Plenty!" the irate father had bellowed, but he remembered a second too late that he
had always extolled military life for its moral virtues. "I mean..." he stammered, "you
never know what will happen the way they've liberalized the Army these past few years.
Some of those damn young faggots are even wearing beards, now!"
"Now, Steven!" Lois had protested, laying her hand on her husband's shoulder. "Sarah's
almost eighteen now, and she'll be going away to college next year anyway... It won't
hurt to let her have a little taste of travelling alone... remember when they were children
in Frankfurt!"
"Yes, yes, damn it, but it couldn't be helped then!" He shook his well-formed brown
haired head on his powerful neck. "I tell you, Lois, you don't know what these kids are
like today... Girls are nothing but goddamned street whores and these hippies don't do
anything but take drugs and fuck!"
"Steven!" Lois recoiled in horror at his use of the shocking obscenity. She had never
heard him say it before, even when they had had all that trouble with Claire three and a
half years ago.
The military man had instantly regretted his loss of control. Part of the reason he
prided himself on his success in the Army was precisely because he had such great
reserves of self-control, and swearing in front of his wife was inexcusable.
"Forgive me, Lois," he mumbled. "I shouldn't get so riled. Let Sarah take her damn
trip... but if anything happens to her, Lois, I'm warning you, if anything happens to
Sarah in Texas... that'll be the end of this family. I'll disinherit you all, and leave
everything to Brad's son. At least he has a sense of discipline."
Lois had ignored the threat, remembering only the fact that Steven had agreed to let
Sarah take the trip she had her heart set on. The mother had to tone her excitement
down, so that her husband wouldn't suspect that she, Lois, had as much interest in this
trip as the wide-eyed blonde seventeen year old, but she had managed to sneak out with
her daughter to go shopping for a nice, easy-care wardrobe of winter clothes for San
Antonio. Oh, if only I could persuade Steven to stop condemning Claire, Lois had
thought, then we could all take this trip together!
But the worried mother had settled for buying a nice set of underwear and lingerie for
her older daughter, since she didn't know what sort of outerwear the Army regulations
permitted for women. She'd tucked the package secretly into he younger daughter's
suitcase, so her husband wouldn't suspect that she was ignoring his strict censure of the
girl.
The train was clattering down the California coast south of the Monterey Bay, and
Sarah Bellamy walked back through the cars to the lounge. There were several young
people laughing and drinking sodas at the small restaurant-booth-like tables, probably
kids about Claire's age, going home from college for vacation. The blonde girl made her
way primly by the raucous young people, smiling slightly at the appreciative whistles of
the boys. Even though she still held firmly to the strict morals her father had brought
her up to cherish, Sarah had gotten used to the unnatural attention men of all ages paid
her. She was aware, somewhat embarrassedly, of the firm, ripe, over-development of her
voluptuous young body, particularly the upper portion of it. At thirteen, Sarah had
worn the same bra size as her seventeen year old sister – 34C – and now, seventeen
years old herself, the blonde's huge full breasts strained the seams of even the large 
Dcup bra she had to special-order from some of the downtown stores in San Francisco.
No matter what kind of deliberately modest clothes she wore, there was nothing Sarah
Bellamy could do to conceal her mature, arousing figure.
She sat down inconspicuously in one of the corners of the smoky lounge, and ordered a
hot chocolate from the polite young waiter who seemed to materialize out of nowhere.
He brought the drink almost instantaneously, winking suggestively as he set it down
only inches from the blonde's delectable breasts.
"First time you've been on the train, Miss?"
"It's the first time I've been on Amtrak," Sarah responded, blushing slightly as she
always did when she met a man. Oh, God, if only Claire was here! she would always
think, imagining how in minutes, her brunette older sister would have the whole
lounge car rolling in the aisle laughing, and moments later, all the young men would be
proposing hotly in her ear. My God, Sarah thought to herself, when Claire left she was
my age, and three guys had already proposed to her! I bet by now she's had twenty
different offers of marriage... going to a boys' college like that!
The young blonde teenager was so lost in her own thoughts that she failed to notice the
handsome young man who slid into the booth next to her as soon as the waiter had
judiciously left. The tiny cocktail tables were so close together, that if Sarah even leaned
slightly to the right, she would brush her arm across the stranger's bicep. Even though
it was the middle of December, the man wore no outer shirt, and Sarah guessed he
must have been on the train all night, judging from the way his clothes were wrinkled
and clinging to his firm muscled, well-formed body.
Sarah glanced quickly into the man's eyes, to confirm her suspicion that he was staring
at her. "Hi," she whispered, which was the boldest thing she had done in a long time.
But her imagination was still full of her older sister Claire, and she was unconsciously
doing what she imagined the older girl would have done.
"Hi, yourself," the man responded in a deep voice, sounding much older than he
looked. "Going far?"
"Texas," the blonde responded, taking her hot chocolate cup in both hands and sipping
carefully from the steaming surface.
The man's eyes lit up suddenly, and for a moment, he dropped his come-on and
exclaimed, "No shit? You're not putting me on?"
Sarah shook her head almost imperceptibly over the hot chocolate.
"Well, how do you like that?" the older man smiled. "The prettiest girl on the whole
damn train, and she's going to Texas!"
Sarah didn't see what the stranger was marvelling at. In a twenty-two car passenger
train there were bound to be several people going to Texas, and she didn't know what
was so remarkable about herself being one of them.
"Well, I'll be goddamned," the man was saying. "You wouldn't be going to San
Antonio, would you?"
Now it was Sarah's turn to drop her jaw in surprise. "Why, yes," she breathed, "I am!"
Then, after a pause, the reason for the man's excitement dawned on her. "Are you
going there, too?"
"I sure as hell am," he responded, laughing heartily as he raised his finger to summon
the waiter. "Whiskey sour, and... another of whatever she's got for the little lady," he
told the young waiter, who looked longingly at the blonde girl who seemed already to
be taken.
"Hot chocolate," Sarah said quickly, "but I've hardly started this one..."
"Well, I have a feeling that you and I are going to have a lot to talk about... what did
you say your name was?" he asked suddenly. "I'm Gilbert – Gilbert Hoyt."
"Sarah... Bellamy," the blonde whispered, losing her courage now that the excitement of
the coincidence had worn off.
"Bellamy... Bellamy," the handsome man repeated musingly. "Where have I heard that
name before?... Oh, well, it doesn't matter. Are you travelling alone?"
The girl nodded silently, as she felt her boldness becoming more and more remote. She
tried to ease inconspicuously away from Gilbert Hoyt's table, but she accidentally
shoved into the occupant of the table on her other side, a man about the age of her
father who appeared to be napping in the relative comfort of the booth.
"Unnh," the man groaned, opening his eyes to stare up at the mounding firm
protrusion of the teenager's provocative left breast. "Millie, is that you?" he said
slurringly under his breath. A big, bony hand snaked up eerily from the side of his
semi-reclining body to reach for the erotically rounded breast. Oh, God, he's drunk! the
young girl thought in horror, recoiling instantly in the other direction, nearly knocking
her hot chocolate over as she leaned right into Gilbert Hoyt's huge powerful chest.
Through the thin white T-shirt he wore, Sarah could feel the rock-hard ripples of his
well-developed muscles, and she was embarrassed that she had noticed how masculine
they seemed.
"Oh, Gilbert, I-I'm sorry... I d-didn't mean..." She glanced fearfully at the occupant of
the seat on her left, whose glazed over eyes were still staring leeringly at her trembling
young form. She tried to straighten herself up in the narrow seat provided for her table,
but she was surprised to find that the handsome man on her right failed to release his
grip around her slender shoulder.
"That's all right, Sarah," the friendly young man said calmly. "I'm glad I could help
you..." The frightened blonde was too nervous to look anywhere but straight, ahead,
then, but even then her blue eyes only met the dark suggestive gaze of the young
waiter, who was staring undisguisedly at the gorgeous young girl. Sarah tried to twist
her head around to look out the window, but Gilbert's powerful shoulder prevented any
movement in that direction either. Oh. God! she whispered to herself. Daddy was right!
Men are just animals... and I shouldn't have come on this trip alone!
For the next fleeting moment, Sarah tried to convince herself that everything would be
all right in two days, when she would arrive in San Antonio and meet Claire. But what
could she do until then? How could she avoid the leering pairs of eyes that seemed to
come out of nowhere to bore burning holes mentally through the front of her light-blue
silk blouse, undressing her right to the flesh with their lustful gazes? Oh, God, if only
Claire was here! she thought again.
Summoning all her strength, the pretty blonde teenager removed Gilbert Hoyt's arm
from her shoulder and sat up straight. She gulped down the remains of her hot
chocolate and announced that she was going to the dining car to get some lunch.
"You can't do that," Gilbert said abruptly. "You have to sign up for a reservation...
which I already did, for two," he added proudly. "I was hoping you'd join me for
lunch..." The poor girl's head was spinning with conflicting emotions and impressions.
The way she felt now, she knew she wouldn't be able to eat anyway, any more than she
had been able to eat the breakfast her mother had prepared for her back in San
Francisco at six this morning. Seven hours without food was a long time to go, she
knew, but her mind was in such a turmoil that she didn't know what o do.
Forcefully, she made herself concentrate on the problem as clearly as she could. Of the
three directly threatening gentlemen, the waiter, the drunk, and Gilbert Hoyt, the least
dangerous was obviously Gilbert. But at the same time, back in her seat in the
passenger car, Sarah had not been bothered by anyone at all, except the kindly old
porter who had been serving orange juice when she had boarded in Oakland.
Obviously, the correct thing for her to do now was return to her reserved seat in the
passenger car and hope that when they changed trains this evening in Los Angeles the
drunk and the waiter would stay on this train. Then, she reasoned, she would have only
Gilbert to contend with, and it would be night-time anyway.
"Thank you," she said calmly in response to Gilbert's original invitation, after too long
a pause. "But I think I'll just get a sandwich... I'm pretty hungry right now..." The
handsome brown-haired man nodded knowingly, and Sarah was sure he could read all
her fearfully anxious thoughts. Still, the friendly smile never faded from his face and he
responded matter-of-factly.
"Dinner, then," he said. "We have a two and a half hour layover in LA, and that'll give
us time for a nice meal off the train. Let me tell you, Sarah, the stint from LA to San
Antonio is a long haul... You will appreciate the chance for a break!"
"Okay... okay..." the blonde teenager replied absently. Putting off the problem was
almost the same as solving it, at this point, and at least she could call her mother from
LA if anything really terrible happened. She tripped back through the rocking railroad
cars and heavy sliding doors until she came to car 1411, where she had two whole seats
to herself. She bought a sandwich from the old smiling porter, but it was only half
eaten by the time she fell asleep.
To her surprise, Sarah didn't awaken when the train screeched to a halt in the Los
Angeles terminal. She might have even missed her connection had not Gilbert Hoyt
searched the entire train until he found her seated in the car only two cars up from his.
He shook her by the shoulder and aroused her, helping her out with her carry-on
luggage and making it impossible for her to beg off dinner.
As it turned out. however, dinner with the lively, insistent young man was nowhere
near as ominous as the blonde girl had imagined it would be. Gilbert was nothing like
the high school boys she had dated with her father's grudging consent. He seemed to be
much more at ease, and less suggestive than the guys she knew. He was more like the
sophisticated guys Claire used to go out with when she was a senior in high school.
Sarah found herself relaxing noticeably during the dinner, and when she found out that
Gilbert Hoyt was a private in the Army stationed at the very same base as her sister, the
blonde girl was genuinely anxious to see him again.
"That's exactly where I'm going right now, Gilbert!" she exclaimed over dessert. "My
sister's been stationed there since last May and I'm going to visit her..."
"Your sister?" the young man repeated incredulously. "You mean you have a sister
who's a WAC?" From his experience, Gilbert thought of WAC's in the same way he
thought of spinster aunts and old-maid schoolteachers. They were efficient enough in
their work, but outside of their work, they were nobody to mess with. The thought that
this lovely young creature from San Francisco could possibly have a sister who was in
the Army was totally contradictory to anything he had ever thought about the women
in the Army.
"Well, I guess so," Sarah answered uncertainly. She still wasn't exactly clear on Claire's
status in the military. She new that the only reason her sister had enlisted at all was at
her father's insistence, and Sarah wasn't sure that that made Claire a regular WAC or
what. "She works in the dental section," the teenager explained irrelevantly.
Suddenly Gilbert slammed his fist into the table, sending the small, dishes of caramel
custard leaping into the air. "That's where I heard that name before!" he exclaimed, so
loudly that several of the other patrons in the fairly nice restaurant turned around to
stare at them. "It was two months ago, when I went to have a filling at the infirmary...
The chick who did the cleaning and stuff was a WAC with "Bellamy" on her name tag."
His dark eyes sparkled speculatively. "I remember how I was going to ask her out, but
the dentist looked at me like I was some kind of rapist or something..." Gilbert
chuckled softly. "Christ, your sister acted like she was one fine piece, too... no offense,"
he added as an afterthought, his gaze wandering back to the voluptuous curves of the
young blonde. He couldn't really remember what the older Bellamy girl looked like, but
he knew she must have been something else or he wouldn't have bothered to look at
her name tag. His brain reeled at the thought of a family with not one but two
gorgeous-looking delectable young girls, and the idea of their both being together a
thousand miles from their parents had a definitely erotic suggestion to it.
Hell, he thought to himself. The sister is bound to meet Sarah at the train station, and
then I'll be able to escort them both back to the base!
Shit, what a great Christmas this'll be!


Chapter 2

"Claire!"
"Sarah! Oh, God, darling!"
"Claire, you look fantastic!"
"How was the trip?"
Gilbert Hoyt stood quietly in the background while the two Bellamy sisters laughed and
cried into each other's arms. He concealed a smile of recognition when he caught sight
of the older Bellamy girl, remembering instantly the firmly rounded curve of her sexy
little buttocks, outlined provocatively even through the straight simple skirt of her
WAC uniform. Her short, curling brown hair fell alluring over the soft, pixie-like
features of her sensual face, and his cock stirred uncomfortably as he saw the way she
squeezed and pressed up against the younger blonde girl. Christ, he'd like to have
traded places with either one of those girls right then!
Claire led her sister over to the car she had waiting. It belonged to a bunk-mate of hers,
Dee Withers, and the redhead was waiting behind the wheel when the two joyful sisters
came up.
"Dee, this is my sister Sarah, and Sarah, this is my roommate, Dee... I just know you'll
love each other. Sarah, Dee had a little sister who's seventeen, too" As always, Claire
jumped right into the center of things, getting everyone acquainted and at ease.
The blonde sister turned around tentatively as Claire loaded her small carry-on bags
into the back seat of Dee's car.
"I was with... I mean, I met a guy on the train, Claire..." Sarah said nervously. Gilbert
seemed to have disappeared, and Sarah hadn't even said goodbye to him or found out
which barracks he stayed in.
"Oh, wonderful!" Claire enthused. "Is he nice? Where was he going?"
"Here!" Sarah exclaimed. "He was standing right behind me..."
"Well, then, he must be back inside the station. We have to go get your suitcase
anyway. We'll find him, Sarah," the brunette said efficiently, taking Sarah by the arm
and leading her back into the station. But even before they got inside, Gilbert Hoyt
strode out confidently, carrying a large light blue suitcase with the initials "SB" on it, as
well as a small, crumpled duffle bag that was obviously Army issue, "Why, he's a
soldier!" Claire gasped, seeing instantly the look that the older man gave her younger
sister. "I'm in the Army, too," she said by way of introduction. "My name's Claire."
"I know," Gilbert winked. "You cleaned my teeth two months ago."
For a fleeting second, Claire's forehead wrinkled in concentration, as if she was
searching her vast memory bank for some remembrance of the handsome man who
seemed to be so interested in her sister. None came, but she flashed a quick, brilliant
smile anyway. "Of course! You're uh...?"
"Gil... Gilbert Hoyt... I had a filling done, too..."
"Oh, of course!" Claire repeated, still vague as to what the man was like. But Sarah was
such a little prude – or at least she had been three years ago – that Claire was sure any
man she was attracted to would be safe.
"Well, come on, Gil," Claire said brightly. "My friend Dee has a car and if you don't
have to report for an hour or so, why don't you let us drive you back to base? We're
going straight there anyway..." Gil glanced at the open Jeep that was sent to the train to
meet any soldiers who didn't have any transportation back to the Army base. He looked
at Dee's old but enclosed Ford sedan, and the decision was easy. "Okay, Claire, you
talked me into it." He looped his arm around Sarah's sister's waist, and with his other
arm, he encircled the blonde by the shoulder, marching proudly between the two most
gorgeous chicks he had ever seen in his life. And they're sisters!

* * *

Claire popped down beside her sister on the wide, soft motel bed. Her dark eyes were
shining as she watched the younger girl slowly unbutton the blouse she had worn for
nearly two days, except for the short time she had been able to sleep on the long train
ride. God, Sarah had really grown since Claire had gone to the academy. Her whole
body was filled out maturely, like some starlet in a porno flick, but her frame was still
slender and dainty, just like her fragile personality. Shit, if only Sarah had gone through
what I've been through, the curly-haired brunette thought wistfully.
Aloud, she said, "Did I ever tell you about the time that...?" But then she stopped short.
In all probability, Sarah was still ? virgin, although no girl in that fantastic body should
be allowed to remain pure. But the seventeen-year-old blonde still lived at home with
their tyrannical father, so it was hard to imagine a situation in which Sarah would have
the opportunity to enter full mature womanhood. Lord knows it had been hard enough
even for hot-blooded Claire to find ways of avoiding her father's censuring regulations,
although she had, naturally, found ways of getting around them. But Sarah was
definitely the more timid of the two Bellamy sisters, so it was doubtful that she would
have the courage to ignore her father's commands.
Sarah pulled the clinging light-blue silk blouse away from her soft, slim shoulders,
revealing the bulging white lace cups of her sexy brassiere. Claire sucked in her breath
automatically, with a combination of envy and appreciation. Even she had not imagined
that Sarah would become this voluptuous. God!
Instinctively, the brunette reached upwards to touch the firm fleshy orbs, but Sarah
turned away suddenly, as if to avoid the embarrassing gaze of the sister she had not
seen in three years. Something about Claire's presence in the little motel room while
she was undressing made her nervous, almost as if there had been a man in there
watching her. It was silly, she knew, but still, she couldn't shake the feeling. Claire
seemed somehow different, not that she was in the Army, and completely self-sufficient,
independent of their parents. It was almost as if the older girl was wild and untamed,
suddenly released from a restrictive prison of orals and social values. The seventeen
year-old couldn't verbalize the uneasy feeling she felt, though, so she merely continued
to undress, with her pretty curving back to her twenty-one year old sister.
When Sarah turned back to her suitcase finally to get a bath towel, she was shocked to
see that Claire, too, had removed all her clothing!
"Wha-?" the blonde girl said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Claire smiled prettily, the way she smiled when she was showing a man she was
interested. "You've grown up," she said simply, "and I guess you could say I'm ready to
appreciate it..." Sarah didn't like the suggestive tone of her sister's voice at all. She
sensed with the accuracy of youth that there was something sinister on her gorgeous
sister's mind, but she couldn't bring herself to realize what it was.
"Claire, what do you mean?" her voice was quavering.
"I mean... Wait a minute, Sarah. Are you a virgin?"
"My God, Claire!" the girl exclaimed. "You know I am!"
"Good... I mean... Well, have you ever had an orgasm?" Claire's frankness was shocking
to the high school girl, and she recoiled instinctively. This was just the way she had felt
on the train... But Claire was her own sister! Sarah didn't say anything.
"I guess not," Claire said. "Well, I was going to tell you about the time I first got it on
with a woman, but I decided, well, to show you."
"Claire, I don't understand!" the blonde fairly screamed. This was so totally unexpected
and unnatural that Sarah couldn't even be morally offended. All she could do was stand
there and gape, while Claire changed positions on the double bed, patting a spot beside
her own naked body.
"Come on, honey, sit by me. I want to tell you something..." Dumbly, the seventeen
year-old girl followed her sister's, instructions. She was so used to doing anything
Claire told her to do as a little girl, that even the ominous request seemed almost
normal, but Sarah was anything but relaxed.
Claire rolled over slightly to make room for the younger girl, her hands reaching out
tremblingly to her blonde sister's rapidly rising and falling chest. Her fingers began to
anxiously flutter over the untouched sensuous flesh of Sarah's mounding breasts, as
delicious tremors of excitement shuddered the older girl's frame. God, she was going to
enjoy this as much as she ever enjoyed going to bed with a man...
Claire was what some people call AC-DC. She couldn't help it, nor did she have any
desire to. The cruel months of being cooped up in the seven-room girl's dormitory at
the military academy had taught the pretty brunette to take it where she could get it,
much as being in prison would have. Now that she was in the Army, Claire had had
the opportunity to meet a lot more men, but it was still sometimes difficult for her to
find time alone with them. Life on the base was so controlled, you almost had to go
into town and rent a motel room to get any privacy.
"Claire, please..." Sarah murmured in a voice that was almost a whimper. Strange
electric sensations were shooting through her from the places her sister touched, but the
young girl didn't know what to do. She didn't like to tell Claire to stop, not when she'd
only been in San Antonio for two hours and she hadn't seen the older girl in three
years!
"Oh, Sarah, honey... You know I wouldn't hurt you, don't you? Or has Daddy been
filling your head with all those lies...?"
"Daddy never talks about you," the blonde responded miserably. She was beginning to
get an idea why, but she didn't want to think it. Not about her own sister!
"Well, Sarah," Claire said musingly, her voice faraway and dreamy, "let me tell you
about something that happened at the academy. Remember when I had to stay there
during the summer after my freshman year?"
The blonde girl nodded slightly, her head rocking back into the soft pillow so her hair
splayed around her like a golden halo of innocence. Her lips were very pale and soft
and they trembled like leaves in the wind as she listened to her sister's story.
"You want to know the real reason I had to stay there? It wasn't those dumb courses I
flunked. I could've passed those tests in less than a week..." Sarah's mind drifted back
over the tens, perhaps hundreds, of letters she had received in the past three-and-a-half
years. Their lurid revelations and lewd tales always brought on a gnawing, indefinable
pain like a torch flame in her little white belly, and she sensed that Claire's story was
going to be one of those. The brunette had done everything, Sarah knew, so she would
certainly have some lust-filled experiences to relate in person.
"Okay," Sarah shivered, her body growing warmer by the second with Claire's
incestuous stroking.
"Well, the week before final exams they call dead week, because they're not supposed to
have any activities or anything. The guys are all restricted to their dorms, and the girls,
well, there were only five of us. You can imagine how lonely it was to be eating all
alone in that grubby old mess hall after all the guys were done... We weren't even
allowed to study together. We had separate sections of the library!"
"What if you needed a book?"
"Oh, they had people that would go get books and stuff for you," Claire responded off
handedly. It was just like her scholarly little sister to think of something like that! "But
can you imagine how frustrated we got? Without any cocks for a whole week?"
"Oh, Claire, don't talk like that!" Sarah protested.
"I'm serious, Sarah," the brunette went on, ignoring her sister's intervention. "Finally
another girl and I snuck out the window in the bathroom – it was the only place that
they didn't have bars across, because they figured it was too high up for us to climb out
anyway...
"We went across the yard to the men's dorm, and knocked on the window of a guy we
knew – a cadet from Florida. He let us in through the back door, because he was the
dormitory monitor and they gave him a key. Well, anyway, I went into one of the dorm
rooms and my friend went into another... We didn't even know the guys that were in
the rooms...
"The room I went in was occupied by a Navy Admiral's son – he was a lot more
handsome than the General's son I wrote to you about. His name was Karl, and we
started necking and petting – God, Sarah, I was so horny I didn't even ask him his
name until afterwards! He was pretty hot himself, and he started grabbing me all over,
and before I knew it, my panties were so wet I was creaming all over this guy Karl's
bed. He knew he had it made right then, and I was just about ready for anything.
"Then, all of a sudden, I see this huge cock! God, Sarah, it was just about the finest I'd
ever seen – and I'd seen a few in San Francisco before Dad put me in that academy. It
was so big and smooth and hard... I guess I'd just never really looked at one close up
like that before. Always when I fucked a guy we were trying to sneak around and hide
from someone... Well, this time, it was my trip, you see. Like I started it, and I could do
just about anything I wanted with this big dude. He was handsome as hell, too...
"So, the first thing I did, Sarah, was I started sucking his lovely huge cock! It was so
great! When he came in my mouth it was like thick, fresh cream sliding down my
throat."
Sarah flinched uncomfortably when her older sister described the creamy taste and
feeling. Was that really what it was like to suck a guy off? The blonde girl remembered
the hot chocolate she had drunk on the train when she first met Gil Hoyt. God, I
wonder if his penis would taste like that, she caught herself thinking, and then abruptly
her imagination was jerked back to her older sister's story.
"I swear, honey, it was fantastic. For a long time after that I couldn't get enough cock in
my mouth – honestly! That's why I stayed back east all summer, because all the young
recruits kept coming to look over the campus, and I'd be right there waiting with my
mouth hanging open. Of course, I let Karl fuck me, too; my pussy was about to burst
with all that energy I'd been storing up all week. But later on, that summer, actually, I
learned to cum from just sucking a guy's cock until it came in my mouth, you know? I
could get off just from the taste of that hot cum gushing down my throat."
Claire stopped and took a deep breath, her brown eyes roving expectantly over her
younger sister's tense young nakedness. Her voice was softer and more melodious,
almost sultry, when she continued. "So anyway, Sarah, I liked male cum so much I
figured I just had to have a taste of female cum... And, darling, I just can't wait to taste
your lovely virgin cum!"
"Claire, no! My God, what's happening?" the young blonde teenager cried out in shock.
The obscene story of her older sister's exploits at the 99% male military academy was
inciting enough; did she have to go on and make lewd suggestions about Sarah, too?
But the naked brunette smiled knowingly. Even if Sarah was sexually backward
compared to her sister, Claire knew that she would bring the beautiful blonde girl
around. Why, if Gilbert Hoyt was planning to fuck the pretty girl from San Francisco,
wouldn't it be better for Sarah to have just a little bit of experience beforehand? Claire
continued to massage her sister's mounding breasts and stroked her hands down over
her smooth, translucent skin, feeling her begin to squirm hotly around beside her.
"Climb over me and kneel down upside down on top of me with your face over my
pussy, honey," the brunette girl instructed.
Her naked flesh covered with tiny quivering goosebumps, Sarah sighed softly and
followed her sister's instructions and climbed over, kneeling on all fours with her head
just above Claire's lewdly undulating belly and her knees spread wide on either side of
her sister's head below.
"That's right," the older girl whispered hotly. "Now, I want you to do just what I do,
and that way you can taste me while I taste you... When I kiss your cunt, you kiss
mine... When I lick your little clitoris, you lick mine..." She took in the creamy smooth
beauty of her sister's total nakedness cowering there uncertainly – the full swaying
breasts that teasingly brushed their nipples across her bare abdomen, the firm slightly
trembling thighs that blended so smoothly up into a gentle curve with the smoothly
curved crease of her asscheeks hardly inches away from Claire's face.
Claire looked up into the warm inviting slit of her own little sister's pinkly fur-lined
pussy nestled there only inches away from her moist full lips, and she felt a knot in her
stomach as it tightened with anticipation. Christ, I've waited for so long to get my
tongue up inside Sarah's delicious little pussy. I don't care if it is forbidden! She has to
learn sometime, doesn't she? And I finally have the chance to teach her!
With a soft mewling purr rolling from her lips, Claire reached up and locked her hands
around the smooth delicate curve of her sister's back and gently pulled the nakedly
trembling pussy slit down toward her suddenly hungrily watering mouth. Sarah
hesitated at first, jerking away instinctively as her conscience screamed at her to stop
this incestuous wickedness before it was too late; but a simple reassuring word from
Claire was enough to ease the sudden tension, and Claire could feel her sister's flesh
surrender in her own grip as those slim perfectly-sculpted hips moved closer to her face.
A visible, rippling shiver raced through the young blonde's body as Claire made that
first sensation-charged contact with the sparse hair around Sarah's warmly quivering
young cunt lips. Claire sighed audibly, closed her brown eyes, and pressed her lips
tightly against her sister's warmly perfumed furrow. She felt the younger girl tense
again, her thigh muscles hardening in the first wickedly erotic heat of incestuous
lesbianism!
Timidly, her heart pounding savagely beneath the soft feminine flesh of her breasts,
Sarah followed her sister's example and lowered her own lips until her head was resting
against the firm flatness of Claire's abdomen and her cheek was brushing against the
gentle mound of her now softly throbbing pussy. She paused there, afraid to think, to
question... What is this weird exciting thing that Claire wants me to do?... Oh, what
would Mom and Daddy think?
Claire delicately touched her pale moist lips to the fragrant, curl-fringed cleft between
her sister's thighs, sensing the wild, vibrating shivers of fanning passion that just her
first touch was sending through her kid sister's squirmingly panting nude body. Sarah
imitated her sister as she had been told, and when Claire began to sensuously caress the
hot pink folds of her widely spread young cunt, she followed with the same, her lips
and tongue tentatively brushing her sister's naked vaginal lips in mindless mimicry.
"That's right, Sarah," came the older girl's muffled encouragement between tonguing
caresses. "You're doing just fine... I love to feel you lick me there!"
Sarah tried not to think of what she was doing, only of the powerful effects her sister's
lavings were having on the flaming desires that had so painfully tied her very insides
into taut knots. Claire's frenzied mouthings between her wide-splayed thighs grew more
and more frantic, and she reciprocated without hesitating this time. Like the older girl,
she burrowed her tongue between Claire's pink, moistly quivering pussy lips and found
the warm inner recesses of her damp, fervent slit and her tongue wriggled teasingly
between the soft fleshy walls. Claire's tongue seemed to be moving at some inhuman
speed, and Sarah found her whole body writhing and squirming as if an electric wire
had been touched torturously to her naked cuntal dampness. Claire's snaking, probing
tongue wormed slipperily in and out of her narrow pink passage, prodding the sensitive
walls of her virginal pussy with lizard-like darting thrusts that brought a shiver of
forbidden excitement to her spine each time her tongue brushed over the now eagerly
pulsing lips of her vagina.
The young blonde knew for the first time then what was coming now, and her brain
was reeling insanely with an impossible combination of ecstatic anticipation and
shameful dread. She was rapidly losing control of her body to her older sister's skilled
tongue-fucking up between her thighs, and it would be only moments before she
became a screaming, writhing bundle of rampant nerve-endings the way her older sister
had described in her long, lewd letters to the young innocent teenager. Oh, God! Why
can't I keep my senses? What's wrong with me?
Claire held her arms locked around the small of Sarah's back, forcing the girl's writhing
cuntal heat tightly down against her own probing, sucking, nibbling lips. Of all the
seething, oozing cum that the older girl had tasted in her vast sexual experiences with
both men and women, she thought that there was none anywhere so near as sweet as
the seeping virginal juices that were being squeezed out from her gorgeous little sister's
hungrily awakening young cuntal walls.
"Ooooh, Claire... Y-you were right," the blonde moaned above her sister, her warm
breath washing tantalizingly over the older girl's opening spread vaginal mound. "It
feels soooo good! My God, it feels good, Claire. I like it... I love it!"
The older Bellamy sister's lips searched every pore, every hidden crevice of the younger
girl's softly yielding cuntal flesh, snaking hotly up into the tight warm cleft of her
unused vagina, nibbling teasingly at the young, untried bud of her eagerly quivering
clitoris. But Sarah was not the only one getting excited by this incestuous passion. Now
the young girl's feverish, timid lingual caresses were building their own delicious heat
in Claire's experienced loins, and she could feel her own orgasmic crescendo rising in
steady rhythm with her sister's. She gripped Sarah's naked hips tighter and ground her
whole face into her hotly quivering pussy, ramming her long, teasing tongue far up into
the young girl's voraciously clasping cuntal sheath.
Sarah could feel the strange, indescribable build-up of heat seeming to rise from the pit
of her whitely quivering belly, but she didn't know that it was the signal of her
approaching climax. She found it harder and harder to think clearly enough to follow
her older sister's example, and her pink moist tongue plunged spasmodically in and out
of Claire's heated pussy, seemingly without direction from her brain. And then
suddenly, without warning, Sarah's last reserve of decency seemed to shatter in a
million pieces and she locked her long legs tightly around Claire's neck and face. "Oh
God! God! God! God! Claire, that feels soooo fantastic when you lick my pussy like
that! I can't... I can't believe it!"
They were locked together now in an obscene, incestuous tangle of supple intertwining
nudity and shivering, frenzied flesh, a wanton, forbidden embrace that might have
come straight from the island of Lesbos in some mythological era. Their lips and
tongues brought each other wave after crashing wave of profanely salacious ecstasy as
they suctioned and licked at each other's lewdly palpitating young pussy holes. Sarah
was without thought of morality or decency now as she sucked and kissed and licked
just as her older, experienced sister was doing to her own wildly inflamed cunt and
within seconds, they were lasciviously ground together as one, a sobbing, gasping tangle
of sensual femininity.
Strangely, Claire was the first to arrive at that painfully sought-after pinnacle of sexual
release. "Ooooh, shit!" she wailed into the heated moist air of the lust-inspiring motel
room. "Sarah, I'm cumming! Keep sucking me there, keep moving your tongue fast
inside my cunt... oh, fast! I'm cumming!" Her body thrashed like a gaffed serpent
beneath her sister's unfelt weight and Claire grasped with her sharp painted nails the
smooth, voluptuous curves of her kid sister's creamy naked hips and held her loins
tightly in place against her ravenously sucking and nibbling lips. She sucked hard and
fast and furiously, without pausing for breath until her lungs were about to explode, in
a frantic effort to make her sister cum, too. She wanted more than anything for Sarah to
cum around her hotly swirling tongue too, so the seventeen-year-old would stop
thinking of the carnal pleasures of sex in the same light that their father had taught
them to think of it. And now, the young blonde was smashing her pelvis involuntarily
down into her sister's working mouth, and Claire knew that she only had to bring her
to the edge. Only a few more seconds... She's almost there...
"Aaaaooouuu! Aiiiieee! Oh, yes, Claire! Oh, yes!" Sarah cried out in ecstatic passion.
"My God, I'm cumming! I know it! I'm cumming, too, Claire! I'm cumming tooooo!"
Their upside down nakedly grinding young bodies were fused together as if they had
been struck by lightning, the whole, smooth length of unbroken curves and hollows of
their two voluptuous figures ground tightly and moistly together in a wanton
incestuous fusion of their frenzied, mutual orgasms. Their naked thighs and bellies
trembled and quivered in unison as the final pangs of this salacious union shivered out
of control inside them, still locked tightly together in the last dying throes of their
frantically shared lust.
Finally, still quaking feverishly, they fell apart like two halves of a mold, Sarah's
reddened face a mask of rekindled shame and anguish while her sister just smiled that
suggestive, mysterious smile that she wore when her imagination was poring over new
and untried ideas.


Chapter 3

It was only a short distance from Sarah's motel to the Army installation just on the
edge of San Antonio, but the blonde girl decided to take a bus anyway, until she
learned the tricks of getting in and out of the lightly guarded base. Gil Hoyt had
advised it before Dee Withers had dropped him off yesterday, and the redhead herself
had agreed that it was the best thing to do until she learned her way around.
It was early, barely nine o'clock, when the uncrowded bus bearing Sarah Bellamy was
cleared to enter the installation. The seventeen-year-old alighted near the enlisted men's
mess the way her sister had instructed her to, but her sister's redheaded friend had not
arrived yet. Sarah looked around confusedly, trying to guess which of the identical
barracks housed her sister and Dee Withers, and wondering which was the temporary
home of Gilbert Hoyt.
The pretty young blonde sat down on a green painted bench and began to read a
remnant of the newspaper she had brought with her from San Francisco. It was three
days old by now, but she hadn't had the time to read it on the train, and since she
didn't have the slightest idea what to do on the mysterious Army base, she figured she
might as well stay outside. That way, if one of the three people she did know came by,
they would at least see her!
By ten, the seventeen-year-old traveler was worried. Dee Withers was supposed to have
met her at nine, and now Sarah didn't know what to do. A small hexagonal check
station was located just at the entrance to the Army base, and the confused girl made
her way back the way the bus had come, to ask the man at the gate how to find
someone on base.
The guard was a friendly young officer, a Lieutenant who had graduated from the same
academy where Claire Bellamy had gone to school. He recognized her name
immediately when Sarah gave it, since at the time, there had been only five women on
the whole campus, and Sarah's sister was by far the most sensuous and exciting of the
five.
He seemed surprised that Claire was stationed here. "You're kidding!" he exclaimed
when Sarah told him. "I'll have to look her up!" He winked lasciviously, and the
seventeen-year-old had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking about.
"Yes, how do you look someone up on this base?" the girl asked quickly, grateful for a
way to change the subject and get the information she needed both at the same time.
"The directory," the young man replied, reaching for a gray telephone-book book-sized
folder with names written so small that you would almost need a magnifying glass to
read them. "Well, I'll be damned!" he said to himself, finding the barracks and room
number of C. Bellamy and D. Withers. "Old Claire really is here! What a break!" He
happily showed the blonde girl how to get to her older sister's room, cautioning her to
avoid officers, but assuring her that nothing really terrible would happen if she was
caught on base. "Just tell them you're looking for Claire Bellamy, and I'll bet they let
you right on through," he grinned lasciviously.
Sarah followed his directions to the faded green quonset huts to which the privates in
the WAC were assigned. The long, low buildings seemed to be completely deserted
except for some tired-looking women dressed in plain dark green dresses who seemed
to be cleaning up the dormitory rooms. The blonde girl felt conspicuous dressed in
street clothes the way she was, but she hurried past the group of women without
looking up. A strange muffled sound attracted her attention as she passed the building
where her sister supposedly stayed.
Standing on tiptoes, the pretty blonde teenager was able to peer above the edge of an
open window, with no screen or glass to separate her from what was happening inside.
And what was happening inside was something to see!
"Oh!" the girl gasped, involuntarily. "Oh, my!"
A young girl, her trim and busty figure struggling to assert itself through the loose
fitting modest uniform of the Women's Army Corps was lying on her side on a low, flat
regulation bunk. Beside her, a large Irish setter with a gleaming red coat drooled
hungrily, as if he was waiting for the girl to give him something. For a few seconds
Sarah didn't recognize the voluptuous redhead whose skirt was inching up magically
over her perfectly-shaped thighs. But then the younger Bellamy daughter sucked in her
breath again and glanced over to the door.
Two small nameplates were affixed to the door jamb, "C. Bellamy," and "D. Withers".
Both names were followed by a series of numbers and small schedule cards that were
supposed to show where they were at all times. Dee Withers' schedule card said she was
supposed to be in a veterinarian training class from ten-thirty to eleven-thirty. This is
veterinarian training? the teenager thought curiously, as she stood on her toes again to
see what her sister's bunkmate was doing.
"Oh, Lord!" The lovely redhead lowered a plate of food under the setter's nose and she
curled her long, slender legs up under her on the bed while he sniffed it, before
devouring it in a huge gulp. For a moment, Sarah almost relaxed enough to knock on
the door and ask why Dee hadn't come to meet her at the mess hall, but what
happened then nearly took the innocent young girl's breath away!
Dee Withers began to unbutton her blouse while the sleek Irish setter looked on. She
moved anxiously, almost tensely, and Sarah got the distinct impression that the redhead
was planning to do something forbidden, something wild and wicked, and definitely
against Army regulations. But the inexperienced young girl had no way of guessing
what this lewd forbidden thing was.
Claire Bellamy's roommate wasn't even wearing a bra, and her full breasts swung freely
from her stiff cotton uniform as she eagerly stripped away her blouse and skirt in turn.
Sarah could see their twin rich swells and the soft pinkness of her large firm nipples,
and she couldn't help being reminded of yesterday afternoon, when her own sister had
taunted and tantalized her by sucking her own huge fleshy tits.
As Dee slid sensuously out of her thin nylon panties, the spying teenager gasped again.
The redhead's back was to the window, but her firmly curved asscheeks were quivering
with anticipation as she hurriedly removed her loafers, stockings and skimpy white
garter belt, standing, finally, completely naked in front of the drooling beast and the
voyeuristically watching eyes of the sister of her roommate.
"Oooooh, Red," Dee crooned softly, unaware that there was anyone outside to hear her.
The cleaning crew had been through early today; it was Monday, and they always
started at this end of the barracks on Mondays. The redheaded Private had snuck back
to the small room right after her morning detail at the mess hall, completely forgetting
her promise to Claire that she would meet Sarah in front of the building and take her
around the" base for an informal tour. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays the
curvaceous redheaded roommate of Sarah's sister had her veterinary science class, and it
always afforded her the opportunity of 'stealing' the Irish setter for an hour or so,
before the dog would be missed by his civilian owner, who brought him to the base
specifically for the classes.
Now, the big dog and the young WAC were seemingly alone in the small double room
where Dee slept, preparing for another of the lustful, exciting encounters they had been
having for the past three-and-a-half months. They had never been observed by anyone
before, and there was no reason to suspect that they were being observed now. But
Claire Bellamy's young blonde sister was clinging to the window sill as if frozen, unable
to tear her saucer-wide eyes from the scene in the little room.
Dee's whole body, from her high, proudly jutting breasts to the soft sparse auburn
triangle of her pussy hair, was trembling as she crouched slightly and beckoned the
animal toward her. But the sleek Irish setter stood his ground and watched her intently,
his tail wagging in a slow constant rhythm, his tongue dripping loosely from between
his potentially fierce jaws. Timidly, the confused redhead, her breasts quaking in
trepidation, kneeled before the large drooling dog, giving the blonde sister of her
roommate a splendid view of her heart-shaped buttocks and the firm whiteness of her
thighs and legs. She couldn't understand what had gotten into Red, what was holding
him back.
She lay back on the bare floor, her green eyes locked intently on the deep chestnut
sheen of the dog's underside, and began hesitantly to caress her own naked breasts, her
fingertips tweaking in tiny teasing movements the soft pinkness of her nipples as they
erupted suddenly into quivering peaks of eager young flesh. In the fast-swelling fury of
her pent-up passion, Dee's legs scissored open and closed in a slow rhythm, exposing
the thin pink slit of her already moistened vagina nestled enticingly there between the
ivory whiteness of her firm young thigh columns. Sarah could see all of her curvaceous
nakedness as she lay there writhing in eager supplication on the smoothness of the
floor, her tautly clenched asscheeks grinding down into the linoleum as she worked
herself into a smoldering passion of savage desire and blind lust. Her eyes were glazed
over with the unseeing haze of sheer, wanton carnal hunger.
Oh, God, Claire's sister thought to herself. Is this how I looked yesterday, when Claire
had her tongue... up in my pussy? Were my eyes all wild and staring like that? Oh,
God! Her small hands slipped from the edge of the window sill momentarily, and she
fell back on her heels with an almost undetectable plop.
Inside the tense barracks room, Red, the Irish setter, instinctively perked up his ears
and looked toward the window. There was something there; he knew it. Something was
wrong today and his young, temporary mistress was in too much of a heat to be aware
of it. But the self-preservational instincts of the sensitive, powerful animal were too
acute...
A low rumbling growl emerged from his chest, causing the young red-haired WAC to
look up in alarm.
"Red, what's wrong? Is somebody coming? God, what's gotten into you today?" Dee sat
up from the floor, her face a mask of consternation and frustration, as she followed the
taper of the dog's nose in the direction of the bare square window. There was nothing
outside; she could see that from the floor. What had caused the dog to ignore her so
completely today, when usually he was so responsive and eager to fuck her like the
animal he was!
Slowly she stood up from the floor, her breasts heaving with the need to be touched
and her long-denied pussy burning out of control between her legs. With a puzzled,
almost disdainful look on her face, the young WAC went to the window and actually
stuck her head out, looking up and down the long, narrow alleyway between the
barracks.
"See, Red? I knew there was nobody there!" she said aloud to the dog, and outside the
window, the crouching form of Sarah Bellamy sighed in relief. She had heard Dee's
confused shuffling and absent-minded talking just in time to slide down close to the
building so the WAC wouldn't see her if she looked out. God, what if her sister's
roommate caught her here, spying like some kind of peeping Tom? What would Claire
think?
Dee looked down at Red's tensely waiting body, and slowly lay back on the small bunk,
beckoning to the beast with outstretched hands. Sarah could hear her groans as her
fingers made sudden contact with the moist slit up between her thighs, and her knees
came up of their own volition, her toes curled under and gripping the soft wool of her
Army blanket beneath the softer cushion of a small, furry rug that she had placed under
her back.
Then, with a husky, deep groan that sounded almost as if it had come from the dog,
she let her legs splay apart and tauntingly exposed the whole of her openly glistening
cunt to both Sarah Bellamy and the wily Irish setter. Her fingers slowly spread her
inflamed pussy lips apart until the wet tenderness of her ripe young cunt was fully
visible and the hungrily little mouth of her pussy quivered fitfully with her increasing
passion. Sarah could see the rounded crescents of her firm buttocks, and between them,
in the fervent cleft of her vulnerable nakedness, her tiny puckered anus was just barely
visible below the pink distended lips of her visible throbbing cunt.
Sarah could barely hold back a cry of excited disbelief as the young, lusting roommate
of her older sister inserted her outstretched middle finger into the hotly glistening
pinkness of her writhing pussy and stroked the tiny titty-like erection of her aching
clitoris. The blonde at the windowsill was afraid to breathe, lest a gasping cry of
agonizing, unfamiliar arousal burst from her lungs and alert the dog to her continued
presence. But God! Dee's sensuous masturbation was driving the teenager insane! Her
frantic caresses had increased in rhythm, and her probing fingers worked themselves
deeply between the wet pink edges of her tightly contracting cunt lips, slowly widening
them until it seemed that her whole hand would be sucked up inside the depths of her
hungrily seething vagina. She slipped her index finger in and out wetly between the
lust-moistened edges and her legs jack-knifed tightly back, her knees pushing her
swelling breasts and her softly rounded buttocks rising and falling in the growing
buttocks rising and falling in the growing rhythm of her savage passion. Her whole face
tightened into a distorted mask of furious burning lust, and her teeth tightly clenched,
she hungrily pushed three of her stiffened fingers into the wetly burning mouth of her
sex-starved cunt. They slipped up into her pussy with a moist little sucking noise that
Sarah could hear clearly from her position just outside the window. Then the sound was
followed by a whole series of soft, moaning cries as her raging passion was abated for
just a moment by the welcome entry of her salaciously fucking fingers.
That was scarcely enough for the young WAC now, and she stared yearningly at the
huge Irish setter, unable to figure out what was causing him to delay. His head was
lowered slightly toward the bed, and his eyes were fixed on the growing pink wetness of
her naked loins just a couple of feet away. Dee writhed frantically on the small little
bed, rumpling the carefully folded and tucked in linen as her own driving fingers
fucked passionately into her aching pussy hole with a frenzied fury that arched her back
high off the bed like a tautened bowstring. Suddenly, she seemed to remember
something, and her eyes widened and then rolled wildly in her head...
Frantically, she jerked her legs back against her firm young breasts as far as they would
bend, and beckoned to the huge animal with one hand, her fingers still moist and
glistening with her own love juices.
"Come on, Red... Come fuck Dee, now!" Sarah could hear her muttering clearly, her
voice hoarse and raspy with her inflamed desire. "Oh, hurry, Red, hurry and fuck my
hot little pussy! I can't wait!"
His tail wagging eagerly, the shiny deep sienna dog trotted quickly over to the bed, his
eyes sparkling with what could only be called lustful anticipation. Forgotten were the
sensitive urgings of the animal's instinctual radar detection. There comes a moment for
every animal when his unabated lust takes over, and the pleading human voice of his
temporary mistress had triggered that moment in the powerful Irish setter.
He lowered his thick furry head down into the hotly seeping furrow of Dee Withers'
upturned cunt, and his tongue lashed out teasingly and licked away the drops of warm
wetness from the pink flesh of her quivering young pussy, from the tightly puckered
ring of her unprotected anus to her eagerly pulsing clitoris.
"Ooooohh, God, Red!" the young girl moaned as though life itself were draining from
her. She threw her feet so far back up over her head that Sarah almost thought she
would do a somersault backwards!
"Yesssss, lick me, baby... Lick me there in my cunt, Red!"
Standing on her toes outside the window, Sarah watched in undisguised fascination as
the towering sleek form of the dog called Red hunched over the bed to the naked
WAC's warmly perfumed pussy as if he had found a new mate. In a way, of course,
that was what the setter had indeed found, a fresh human bitch for his enjoyment,
every bit as responsive to his powerful urges as the bitches of the canine realm. In fact,
Dee was almost better than the mates of his own species...
He loved her soft, white naked femininity, her wailing moans from his skillful, well
trained movements, and her almost bestial cries of abandonment as she felt the power
of his relentless pelvic thrusts. For a fleeting moment, Dee jerked away instinctively, but
a short growling noise from Red brought her immediately to her senses again, and he
began greedily lapping at the narrow pink dampness of her cuntal cleft, his long
searching tongue flicking continuously up between her widespread legs, curling deeply
up into her greedily quivering vaginal wetness.
Sarah could see the powerful range of emotions sweeping over the girl's tautly
contorted face... a wild, untamed passion from the depths of depravity she had allowed
herself to sink into during her restricted life in the barracks. But above all, Dee's face
reflected lust! Pure, undefiled, unbridled animal lust! An emotion that spans the ages,
transcends time itself. It was like watching some unearthly, almost inhuman,
transformation before Sarah's innocent blue eyes. The redheaded WAC seemed to be
fighting some inner battle that the blonde couldn't define, like a person possessed by
demons whose inner reserve – her conscience, or perhaps her soul – struggled to keep
from surrendering to this beast of all animal passions – bestial love!
But it was a losing fight from the beginning, and the lovely roommate of Sarah's sister
gave herself wholly and unconditionally to this powerfully masculine male animal like
the ravenous bitch in heat that she had . become. Her hands sought the animal's ears
and she pulled his mammoth head into the smoldering dampness of her cuntal slit. Her
legs kicked out and back high over her head as his giant probing tongue thrust
lasciviously up the clenching passageway of her throbbing pussy. She moaned so loudly
in complete and abject subjugation that Sarah wondered why the whole base was not
suddenly aware of her certainly forbidden activities. Wild, incoherent mumblings and
curses spat from her lust-tightened lips as she pleaded and demanded at the same time,
coaxing the ponderous male beast into the one act that she knew would save her from
the burning cruel agonies of her female need... God, she wanted him to fuck her... She
wanted him to fuck her with his big beautiful animal cock so badly!
The wantonly writhing young WAC groaned as if unable to understand why this huge
male animal was keeping form her the thing she needed so desperately. Bewilderment
crossed her face again and again. What's gotten into him? He wasn't like this last
week... Has someone discovered me, and done something to Red? Oh, God! A piercing
wail escaped the redhead's lips as she threw her head back against the small rectangle of
her fur rug on the top of the flat Army mattress.
But then the great beast of a dog lifted his tapering head and nuzzled at her belly
menacingly, pushing and prodding at her naked trembling hips. At first Dee watched in
confusion, but then her whole face seemed to take on a glow of lustful anticipation as
she rolled over onto her belly and knelt on all fours, with the animal's thick wet tongue
slithering between the eagerly quaking cheeks of her firm, crescent-shaped buttocks.
With a whimpering sigh of encouragement, she ground her naked asscheeks back at
him salaciously, one hand groping behind her to spread her soft yielding flesh and give
this savage male beast complete access to her love-starved little vaginal hole.
At that moment, the girl straining upwards outside the window was scarcely aware of
what she was doing. Her left hand was still grasping firmly at the narrow windowsill,
and her eyes were firmly riveted on the salacious spectacle taking place in the tiny
room. But somehow, her right hand had eased downward, gripping the hem of her skirt
and pulling it back up over her slender, girlishly rounded hips, exposing her sheer pink
pantie-clad buttocks to whoever might be walking in the alley behind her. Then, she
inched her small right hand right up under the tight elastic crotchband of the lust
inspiring little panties, feeling with youthful wonder the heated dampness that was
growing there.
It's almost like yesterday, she mused thoughtfully. The strange, previously unknown
fires were beginning to be rekindled in her hardly used young loins. Her small hand
probed unconsciously up and inside her thin moist panties and she recoiled instinctively
at the first searing touch of her own wandering finger against her hardening little
clitoris. "Oh, my," she whispered. It feels just like when Claire touched me there!
Deliberately, but without taking her staring face from the window, the blonde
seventeen-year-old began to stroke lightly up and down her own heated vaginal furrow,
drawing her tickling fingers lightly over the soft, moist flesh, feeling the electric charges
surging through her the way they had yesterday. Her legs and thigh muscles seemed to
melt like butter under the tantalizing caresses of her own intrusive digit, and Sarah
gripped the windowsill for dear life as she felt her whole young body begin to quiver
with ferocity to match the writhing girl on the mattress.
The huge animal leapt upon the bed behind Dee Withers and began to jerk and quiver,
a whimper of need coming from deep in his powerful chest as the naked young redhead
ground her asscheeks lewdly back at him in a frantic effort to suck his hard animal
rigidity deep up into the wet confines of her hungering cuntal depths. His long scarlet
penis was thrusting blindly in animal passion, its tapered, glistening tip rubbing against
the erect little nipple of her clitoris, and Sarah could hear the totally naked young WAC
gasp in pleasure-pain with every electrifying contact. Finally, in desperation, Dee
reached back with a sobbing gasp and grasped the slippery crimson shaft with her own
trembling fingers and guided it swiftly into the pink wetness of her aching cuntal slit.
Her softly yielding pussy flesh opened up and slipped tentatively around his trembling
cock-tip, and Red took two trembling steps forward against her whitely kneeling form,
sliding his penis right up between her desperately devouring cunt lips... He was in!
God, he had fucked it up inside her!
"Ooooooh, Jesus!" the girl outside the window sighed aloud in undisguised envy. Her
slender little finger was no substitute for that long, sliding dog-cock that she could
clearly see shoving forward into her sister's roommate's hungrily writhing little pussy
hole, and Sarah began to moan in unconscious abandon as she thrust her whole hand
up inside the soaking crotchband of her pink nylon panties to stroke it up and down
her own desire-swollen vaginal crevice.
Inside, Red felt the moist warmth of Dee's cuntal flesh close around the end of his
savagely jerking cock, and the huge male beast snapped his powerful loins forward and
fucked his long animal penis home all the way up into the soft surrendering wetness of
her eagerly yielding. pussy. With a slithering wet rush, it surged forward into her hotly
clasping hole until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack
hard up between her widespread inner thighs.
Sarah could hear her moaning over and over again, and she was sure that someone on
the huge Army base would be able to hear the noise, and maybe even come to
investigate. With the animal's forelegs locked tightly around her slender waist, the
young red-haired WAC started moving her whole trembling body and thrusting her
naked buttocks back at the dog in lewdly grinding circles, totally abandoned now to the
forbidden bestial ecstasies of animal-fucking. Sarah could see her face being contorted
savagely as if in intense pain, so great was her rapturous relief at feeling the male
animal's long hard cock in her love-starved cunt. Her firm full breasts swayed beneath
her as she kneeled, dancing in perfect rhythm with each long impaling thrust of the
dog's huge scarlet penis ramming deep up inside her vaginal slit from behind. Her head
was tossing from side to side over the meager fur rug below her, and Sarah could see
that she was biting her lower lip to hold back the scream of ecstatic abandonment that
she obviously ached to empty from her lungs.
"Oh, God," Sarah moaned in sympathy from her precarious stance outside the window,
as she saw the golden beads of perspiration that were running down Dee's spine and
into the furrowed crevice of her nakedly rotating buttocks, glistening with the mirrored
light from the single bulb in the ceiling.
Suddenly, the redhead cried out, too loudly for safety, and Sarah glanced around
anxiously, afraid that she, too, might be observed in the lustful position and ordered to
leave the premises. Luckily, the blonde girl was able to see no one, and she turned her
lewd attentions back to the room.
Dee was obviously in the maddening throes of her long-awaited orgasm, and she was
fucking back so insanely that Sarah wondered candidly how her hips managed to stay
intact. A strange, bestial sound coughed from her throat, and she rammed her grinding
asscheeks back viciously against the animal's furry loins just as he gave a shuddering,
savage lunge forward and began spurting out his thickly gushing dog sperm far up into
her hotly swallowing cuntal mouth!
As Sarah watched from just out the window, her right hand frenetically working at her
moistly pulsating young cunt lips, Dee's naked buttocks began to contract
uncontrollably, signalling her own furious orgasm. She managed to muffle all but a
choking gasp as she fell forward in a shuddering heap on the small rug on the bed, her
twitching vaginal flesh gleaming moistly in the light. Red's distended scarlet penis slid
lewdly from her cuntal grip with a loud, wet sluice and seconds later, his head dropped
forward to lick away the traces of his sticky animal cum from the naked redhead's
quivering thighs. At that moment, Sarah clenched her lips tightly shut, as she felt her
first self-induced orgasm shuddering through her tense young body, nearly causing her
to lose her precarious grip on the window sill of her sister's barracks room.
She felt the heated flow of her own hotly flooding young cunt juices trickling out
around her salaciously imbedded fingers, dribbling in a lewd trickle down the inner
flesh of her trembling soft thigh. Involuntarily, a barely audible whine escaped the
seventeen-year-old's lips, and this time, both Red and his sometime mistress looked
toward the opening.
"What was that?" Dee said, loud enough for Sarah to hear.
But the blonde girl had dropped her head from the square window just in time, and
when the redheaded WAC peered out window for the second time, the young blonde
was racing down the alleyway, back toward the guarded entrance to the Army barracks.


Chapter 4

Major Steven Bellamy slammed his fist into the table, and his wife jumped
automatically from the noise.
"Steven! What's wrong?" Lois gasped in a fearful voice. Her husband hadn't been
himself since their blonde younger daughter had boarded the train for San Antonio,
and now the pretty blonde middle-aged woman was worried for his sanity, "You know
Goddamned well what's wrong!" the Army officer bellowed, standing up from the
dining room table in the modest Victorian-style house that the Army provided for
himself and his wife in the beautiful wooded Presidio installation. "That God-forsaken
daughter of yours hasn't called in three days!"
Lois knew he was referring to Sarah, who had promised to call home immediately upon
arrival in Texas, The mother herself had been worried, too, as any mother would, but
she realized that since the train trip was supposed to take nearly forty eight hours, there
was no reason to be upset if Sarah hadn't called yet. In fact, today would only be the
seventeen year old's first day in the Texas town, and she may not have seen her sister
yet. In any case, Lois thought, Steven shouldn't be so angry so soon, and her first duty
as a wife was to help him calm down.
"She just got in yesterday, dear," the blonde wife said soothingly. "I don't think we
should worry until after this evening... For all we know, Sarah may not have found
Claire yet, and..."
"We should be grateful if she doesn't find Claire," the irate father broke in. "I just don't
understand how you could let that girl go visit that sluttish sister of hers, anyway!" At
this, Major Bellamy's wife cringed away in hurt and horror. To the mother, her older
daughter was nowhere near a slut; she never had been and she never would be, as far as
Lois was concerned, and she felt mortally wounded every time Steven referred to her
that way.
Of course, the mother thought, Steven has his reasons, too...

* * *

It was summer in San Francisco, and Major Bellamy was going to take his wife and his
two lovely teenaged daughters for a cruise around the bay, using the boat he had been
loaned by the Presidio's Officer's Recreation Hall. Claire was seventeen then, just about
to enter her senior year in high school, and gorgeous little Sarah was thirteen, at that
giggly adolescent stage of crushes and puppy love.
Lois, his wife, and her sister, Gelda from Kansas had prepared a lovely picnic to take
along, and the man smiled happily as he watched the four gorgeous women scurrying
around the house and kitchen, getting everything ready to go. Christ, he thought, I
must be the luckiest man on this base. I've got the most beautiful wife and the sweetest
daughters... and all they want to do is please me!
It had been almost a year since he had been stationed in San Francisco, and the Major
thought the west coast city was just about the best place he had ever lived. He had
already put in a request to be allowed to stay there for three more years after his current
commission was up, so that eventually, he would be able to retire there and live in the
quiet luxury of the foggy city.
His wife was thrilled with the social life there, and both his daughters seemed to be
getting along well in school. Claire, as usual, was a little flighty and unable to settle
down to her studies, but she seemed to be progressing normally for the vivacious, lively
teenager that she was. Sarah, on the other hand, was the star pupil in her class at the
junior high school, and Steven looked forward to seeing her in high school, as the top
student of the whole institution. He hoped at the same lime, however, that the young
blonde's budding interest in boys was only a passing fancy, and not the full-time
occupation it had become for her older sister.
The Major, his wife, and her sister walked slowly down to the waterfront where the
enlisted boatman had moored the modest yacht that the Bellamy's were going to use.
When Steven turned and called to his daughters, however, only the younger one came
running, her smooth cheeks flushed pink with the energy of her exertion.
"I'm ready, Daddy," she panted, with an endearing smile on her lovely face, her blonde
pig-tails curling luxuriously over her shoulders. The enlisted man at the helm of the
boat nodded approvingly to himself, thinking, If I'm still here in two years' time, that
little blonde is going to have trouble on her hands!
"Where's your sister, Sarah?" the Major asked anxiously.
The thirteen year old blushed guiltily. In actual fact, her innocent young mind had no
way of comprehending what her older sister was doing, but just the urgency of Claire's
voice had tipped Sarah off to the inherent danger in whatever it was.
"Hurry, now, Sarah," the older girl had panted from behind the bushes. "Go tell Daddy
I'll be right there!" Then she had let out the most unearthly wail Sarah had ever heard
in all her young life, and she had run away scared, without even trying to find out what
Claire was doing behind those bushes.
"Sh-she'll be right here, Daddy... She s-said she was coming," the blonde girl
stammered uncertainly, the smile fading from her lovely, girlish features.
"Where is she now?" the strict father demanded. Something in his young daughter's
quivering voice made him uneasy, and he could already feel his blood rising in his
overly imaginative brain where either of his beautiful daughters was concerned.
"O-over there," the trembling thirteen year old pointed, sensing with the instinct of
youth that Claire was going to be in some pretty serious trouble. A little bit too late, the
blonde girl changed the direction of her finger, hoping to throw her father off the track
for a few extra minutes, but Major Bellamy had already strode off in a growing passion,
leaving his wife standing wonderingly in the dark sand of the waterfront.
"What's he up to?" Gelda asked, setting down the picnic basket in her hands.
"I don't know," Lois replied vaguely. She looked down at her still-panting younger
daughter. "What was Claire doing, dear?"
"N-nothing... I-I mean I don't know... Honest, Mother, I only heard her for just a
minute and she was... well, crying, like, and she told me to hurry and tell you she
would be right here..."
"Crying?" the mother repeated in alarm. "Is Claire hurt?"
Sarah shook her head absently, although she couldn't have explained how she knew her
older sibling wasn't hurt. But the thirteen year old still had the inexplicit feeling that
Claire was in danger, and she couldn't bring herself to meet her mother's intense gaze.
Finally, Lois drew up her shoulders and said stiffly to Gelda, "Keep Sarah here, Sis...
I'm going to go see what's going on!" She marched off after her husband, leaving the
blonde girl alone with her aunt.
What the mother found was almost too painful to remember. Her husband was several
paces ahead of her, and he reached the spot in the woods a good thirty seconds ahead
of her. As Lois hurried up to the shady, cool park-like area of undergrowth, her ears
were assailed with the growing wailing sound of the voice that was barely recognizable
as that of her older daughter.
"Aaaaiiiieeeee! Unh, oh, God, Frank... Oh, Godddd!"
Steven Bellamy turned around and sputtered toward his wife. The Army Major's face
was crimson with rage. "This is nothing for you to see, Lois!" he panted. "Go back to
the boat!" He paused, and his wife did not move. "Now!"
Lois shuddered fearfully away from her husband. She had never seen him this mad in
all their married life, although periodically since then he had worked himself into anger
bordering in severity on this first of his shocked rages. The powerfully built officer
lumbered threateningly toward the bushes, separating the shiny dark green leaves just
enough so he could see the lewdly opened mouth of his daughter's glistening vagina,
clinging obscenely around the gigantic black cock of an enlisted man, whose naked
black ass was stuck up in the air with bestial abandon, as he fucked furiously into the
trembling creamy flesh of the Major's daughter.
"You Goddamned bastard!" the irate man bellowed, so loudly that even the towering
trees shuddered with the reverberations. "Get your fucking ass up off my daughter!"
His hands flew forward desperately, yanking with inhuman strength at the frightened
black man's body, literally pulling him away like a sack of potatoes or a meek
undisturbed animal. His huge, blood-engorged penis popped lewdly from the Major's
daughter's hungrily pulsing pussy, and the brown-haired girl looked up in undisguised
fright, her eyelids fluttering to keep back the sudden onrush of tears and her full red
lips trembling uncontrollably.
Frank Parker, the twenty one year old GI, cowered behind the meager protection of
another bush, too frightened and shocked even to try to retrieve his clothes from the
ground next to his secret young girlfriend. He stared with his huge white saucer eyes at
the irate Army officer as he yanked his daughter up off the ground by the arm,
sputtering obscenities like puffs of smoke from his burning angry brain.
"You goddamned whoring slut!" he shouted at the nakedly quivering girl, knocking her
blouse from her small hand as she tried to hold it up to cover her voluptuous
nakedness.
Then the angry Major turned to the black enlistee who was still crouching behind the
bush, unconsciously holding his unfulfilled penis in. one hand. "Get your ass out of my
sight, GI, or you'll be in the stockade until hell freezes over!"
Frank started to open his mouth to ask for his discarded uniform, but Steven Bellamy
bellowed again, "You deaf, too?" and threw him just the baggy green pants to his
uniform. The black Private was out of those woods in less than a minute. But it was not
the last of the incident for the pretty daughter of the Army Major. She was whipped as
she had never been before or since, but her mother intervened to keep her father from
doing any permanent damage. The planned cruise around the bay was off, of course,
but Sarah was sent to the zoo with Aunt Gelda, while Steven, Lois, and Claire worked
out the tense arrangement that they all lived with for a year.
"I... I'm sorry," Claire stammered, her eyes dry now and her senses gradually recovering
from the humiliation of being spanked by her father at her age.
"We know, honey... We know." Lois said in a trembling voice, squeezing her older
daughter around the shoulders. "But you must see our position... Daddy's an important
man on this base, and we just can't have..." She didn't need to go on. It was the same
lecture Claire had been receiving from the age of seven, when her father had been
promoted to Captain and she had been warned to act like a proper little Captain's
daughter.
"I know, Mother," the seventeen year old said miserably.
But her father was not so easily convinced. "Who else have you been letting fuck you,
Claire, while my back is turned? What other bastards have you been putting out for?"
His words stung, but the girl refused steadfastly to cry any more.
"No one," she whispered, trying to convince herself that it was true. But just last week
it had been Bill Sorenson from school, and even back in Georgia, she had given up her
virginity to the son of the base Commander who was eight years older than she was. It
had been one man after another, ever since she was barely sixteen, and even in the
depths of her shame and humiliation, the hot-blooded girl could not muster up the
guilt that she knew her father was looking for.
Steven Bellamy didn't challenge his daughter's lie. It wasn't that he wanted to spare
Claire's feelings; it was more that he wanted to spare his own. There was something
lusty about his older daughter – some defiant nature in her personality, that dared
anyone to try to tell her she was wrong. It was so close to his own character that the
father couldn't even recognize it. He understood the love-hate bond between them
intuitively, and he knew that there was no point in trying to get her to change.
But at the same time, the Major was strong-willed, too, even more so than his lively
young daughter, because he had had more experience in asserting his will. He wasn't
going to be able to put up with the knowledge – or the reminder – that his first-born
was a slut, and he had to figure out a way to get her out of his mind while at the same
time maintaining the necessary illusion that his family was happily intact.
It was then that the three older members of the Bellamy family worked out the plan
that was to be their way of life for a year, until Claire was safely graduated from high
school. It consisted mainly of keeping the older girl out of her father's sight; otherwise,
they were to live as normally as possible.
When young Sarah came home from the zoo with her Aunt, you could have cut the
tension in the Major's home with a knife.
By the middle of the following school year, life at the Bellamy's had settled into a
routine – Claire studiously avoiding her father, but carrying on normal family
relationships with her mother and sister.
But when it came time for the seventeen year old to begin applying to colleges, the old
conflict arose again, and there was another session between father and daughter, which
resulted in Claire's banishment from the house.
"Daddy, I just want to be a receptionist, or something," the pretty, opinionated
daughter said.
"Receptionist, hell!" her father replied. "Receptionist for some pimp, no doubt..."
"Well, anyway, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in some dumb old college!"
Claire said stubbornly, tossing the leaflets and pamphlets across the table to her
progenitor.
"No... no, I guess you don't!" the man mused, and idea forming in the back of his
mind. "You don't even have enough self-discipline to make it through a college anyway,
do you?"
Claire thought she was being clever by avoiding her father's trap. She thought that if
she said she did have enough self-discipline, her father would challenge her to prove it
and then she would be trapped into enrolling into some institution of higher education.
So she shrewdly said, "No, Father, I don't think I have... so there's no point in me
going to college anyway..." But Steven Bellamy had had the last word. He used his
influence to get his daughter into one of the prestigious military academies of the East
Coast. He told Claire that when she finished military training, he would consider
accepting her back into the family.
But Claire's record at the military academy was already past history. It was Sarah who
was on her parent's minds now.
* * *
Lois Bellamy looked at her husband, a familiar pleading expression returning to her
grief-stricken eyes. "Steve," she said softly, in a voice that was almost a whisper, "I can
understand your feelings about Claire, but... but we mustn't try to punish Sarah for it.
Sarah's almost a grown woman, now; in half a year she'll be eighteen, and she'll be able
to come and go as she pleases without our permission. Don't you think we better..."
The blonde mother's voice trailed off in thought, as she looked deeply into her
husband's dark brown eyes.
"Lois," he said evenly, his voice controlled but full of warning, "I'm not trying to
punish Sarah for what Claire's done with her life. I'm trying to protect Sarah from
falling into the same kind of degenerate life-style that Claire did. Christ, woman, she's
your daughter, too. Don't you give a shit what happens to her?"
"Steve, please," the mother begged. "Don't talk about them that way... I can't help it,
Steve... I-I know I'm being a s-sentimental fool, but... but I still love them both... Yes,
Claire, too, Steve, and... and." The pretty blonde couldn't go on. Her perfectly formed
features wrinkled in distress as she blinked quickly to keep back the tears. She had
never gone this far with her husband before. She had never come right out and said
that she loved their older daughter, even though she had hinted that there was still
some motherly concern there for her. But now, her lower lip trembling uncontrollably,
she had said the unspeakable, leaving herself vulnerable to whatever her strong-willed
husband cared to do.
But, surprisingly, he didn't raise his voice. His huge, masculine body was relaxed and
comforting as he came over to stand beside his wife of twenty two years. "I know,
Lois... I know. And I have to admit that I love Claire, too, though not in the same
unconditional way you do. I love her for her independence, her willpower... her
leadership qualities... But I despise her immoral activities. And that's all it is, Lois. I
won't allow a woman in my house if that woman doesn't have any more pride than to
become a... a common street whore. Not any woman, Lois, and I don't care if it does
happen to be our daughter. That's why I don't like to see poor little Sarah go there
alone. Claire's going to fill her head with those obscene ideas she has... and Sarah's not
like Claire... I hope," he added wryly, his dark eyes dull and full of the painful memory
of four years ago. He would never have admitted it to his wife, but Major Bellamy still
had nightmares about discovering the black man fucking his daughter behind the
bushes in the Presidio woods, and it still made him literally sick to think about it. But
that was something a woman would never understand. Woman were tough, regardless
of their soft exteriors, and they could forget things at will if the thoughts interfered with
their original impressions of someone. But a father was different. A father always had a
special, loving concern for his daughters, particularly the oldest one, and a father's love
for his daughter died hard.
That was how Steven Bellamy's paternal love for beautiful, seventeen year old Claire
Bellamy had been put to rest, with the cruel, irreversible discovery that the girl was
impure. And now the tough-talking Major was privately quaking in his boots, hoping
against hope that his younger daughter, now seventeen herself, would not follow in her
older sister's forbidden footsteps.
Lois leaned gratefully into her husband's shoulder, silent tears running slowly down her
cheeks. At last, the mother was beginning to see some ray of hope breaking through the
clouds that had shadowed the ill-fated little family, although she told herself realistically
that it could never be the same as it had been. Four long years had passed since that
horrible summer, and neither she nor her husband really had much idea of what their
first-born had grown up to become, except from the ominous letters that they had
received from the administrators of the academy.
But Sarah will tell us, Mrs. Bellamy thought, daring to let the anticipation creep back
into her thinking. Sarah will let us know all about Claire, and then we can all get
together again!

* * *

Monday evening, Sarah met Claire at the mess hall. The older girl had gotten off work
at the dental clinic at five, and she had gone directly to the long building where she was
supposed to meet her sister for dinner. As she approached the pretty blonde she held up
a blue card and waved.
"Look here, Sarah! I got you a pass for dinner... so you can come inside and eat with
me – and it's all legal!" Her lovely, pixie-like face crinkled into a smile, and she hugged
her little sister excitedly. "And then I can borrow Dee's car and drive you back to your
motel, and if it's still early enough, I'll come in and... well, give you your next lesson
before I have to be back on base!" The curly-haired brunette was so excited that Sarah
needed only to smile, and Claire squeezed her lovingly. "So... how was your day with
Dee? Did she show you all around? How did you like each other?"
At Claire's mention of her roommate, the blonde girl blushed uncontrollably. How
could she tell Claire what she had seen? How could she explain that Dee had not only
forgotten to meet her, but had inadvertently given her the shock of her young life in the
process?
"Well...?" Sarah began hesitantly. "I think I must have gotten here late, Claire..."
"Nonsense! Dee gets off the morning shift at nine, or just after. Did you miss the bus I
told you to get, or what?"
"No, I... I think I took the right bus." Then she smiled sheepishly.
"Obviously I took the right bus or I wouldn't be here. But I didn't see Dee come out,
and I waited until ten..."
"Why, that's crazy!" Claire exclaimed, leading her sister into the mess hall where they
stood at the end of a line of enlisted men and women who were picking up their trays
and silverware. "So you didn't see Dee at all, then."
It wasn't exactly true, but Sarah couldn't possibly admit that she had seen her sister's
friend, even if it was kneeling lewdly in front of a dog, who was fucking obscenely into
her pussy from behind. Even with the recent excitement of her first two orgasms fresh
in her mind, Sarah wasn't ready to start repeating lurid stories the way her older sister
did.
"So what did you do all day, then?" Claire probed, after the blonde girl had shaken her
head. "Did you see that fellow you met on the train? Gil? He seemed like a nice guy.
Did you see how well-hung he was, Sarah? My God..." the brunette lowered her voice
to a suggestively hoarse whisper, "when he came up to the car with us yesterday, I
thought his cock would burst right out of his pants! He had the biggest hard-on I've
seen in a while. And I bet he just can't wait to stick it up your nice little cunt!"
"Oh, Claire, stop!" Sarah begged, her face burning with shame and embarrassment. In
fact, she had looked for Gilbert Hoyt today, but only by walking passed the barracks
and reading the lists of names and numbers at the front of each row. It was no surprise
that she hadn't found Gil's name, but it had been a good way to kill the afternoon.
"Well, anyway," Claire said smugly, "they're having a show on the base here
tomorrow... a kind of rock-and-roll concert, and I think you should invite Gil to take
you. That way you can get to know him better!"
Sarah looked up interestedly. Her impression of the Army, from the way her father
talked about it, didn't include such contemporary activities as rock concerts. Of course,
she and Claire had never been permitted to go to any of the teenage-oriented functions
on base while they had both lived with their parents anyway, so it wasn't surprising that
they hadn't found out that such things were going on. But asking a man to go to a
concert with her, that was something Sarah Bellamy would never consider in a million
years.
"Oh, come on, Sarah!" the older girl chided, as they sat down at an unoccupied table
for four. "You live in San Francisco, Sweetie; haven't you noticed how times are
changing?"
Sarah blushed but didn't reply. Her imagination was filled with the obscene spectacle
she had witnessed this morning, and she thought about her sister's words, "times are
changing." Was is possible, she wondered, that living with her Puritanical father had
really warped her perception, and made it impossible for her to see things that were
going on right before her eyes? She had always thought she knew what was happening,
but that she was making the free choice not to participate. But now, for the first time,
the blonde seventeen year old began to truthfully question her morals. Was she really
letting life pass her by, just by closing her eyes to what her father didn't want her to
see?
"Oh, God!" Sarah exclaimed suddenly, her fork held in mid-air with a bite of lasagna
on the end. "Oh, my God, Claire!" Her mind was suddenly back in the woods in the
Presidio, and her ears were ringing lewdly with the wailing voice of the older brunette,
echoing from somewhere behind the low, dark green shrubs.
"Sarah, what is it?" the older girl exclaimed in consternation. "Are you all right?"
Sarah saw herself four years ago, running frantically down to the pier where the enlistee
had brought the boat for their family, and she remembered how Aunt Gelda had
suddenly hustled her off to the zoo. Nothing had been the same in her family since
then, but she had never really known why. Recently, she had figured out that it was
probably something to do with her older sister's morality, or lack of it, that had caused
the rift in their family... But now, now Sarah thought she had found the key – the
specific event that had been Claire Bellamy's downfall.
Her blue eyes glinted with a faraway look as she turned to her older sister.
"Claire, do you remember that day, the first summer we were in San Francisco, when
Daddy was going to take us all on a boat ride in the bay? Aunt Gelda was there, and
Daddy called to us to come..."


Chapter 5

It wasn't the first time Dee Withers had gone AWOL. In fact, it was a fairly common
practice for the redheaded WAC and her brown-haired roommate to stuff each other's
bunks with newspapers during bed-checks if they weren't going to be in that night. Lots
of GI's and WAC's did it – it was a simple, almost foolproof way to get off base for one
or two nights a week, when there was something important to do in town. Of course,
sometimes people did get caught at it, and then there could be serious repercussions,
but so far, neither Dee Withers nor Claire Bellamy had been discovered to be AWOL.
Anyway, tonight it was a perfect setup for the redhead and the two Bellamy sisters. Dee
had a date with an older man in town – a married man, who would have had to rent a
motel room, except that they could now use Sarah Bellamy's. And Claire had arranged
for her sister to go to the rock concert with Gil Hoyt, and it would be easier for him to
sneak into the women's barracks afterwards then it would be for him to try to sneak off
the base. So once again, the familiar trick was being put to good use.
It was late afternoon, and Dee's duffle bag sat packed by the door so she could pick it
up and run before anyone noticed whether she had been back to the barracks or not.
Sarah was swinging her long, slender legs under the redhead's bed, while her older
sister sat on her own bed, her face animated by what she was saying.
"So anyway, Sarah, as soon as it gets dark, I'll take you argued the back of the men's
barracks, and I'll show you where we look into their showers. Hell, we might even see
old Gil, getting ready for his big date with you! God, you can't believe what a stroke of
luck the shower situation is... we only found out about it last week by sheer
coincidence. See, Dee has this dog... It's not really hers, but she sort of watches it on
some days during the week... I don't know what the arrangement is exactly..." Sarah
looked away at the mention of Dee's dog. The younger girl did know what the
arrangement was – precisely – and she was still shamefully embarrassed by any
reminder of what Claire's roommate had done with the Irish Setter only yesterday.
"Anyway," Claire continued, not noticing her sister's discomfort, "last week Red was
here with both of us, and we decided to take him on a walk around the base. We didn't
have a leash or anything, so we just followed him, and do you know where he took us?
Right to the men's showers! It was fantastic! You go around right by the fence in back
of all the buildings, and there are absolutely no guards or officers anywhere! And the
windows to the showers are so low down you can look right in, and they open to let the
steam out and you can see inside even with all the water on! God, Sarah, I've got to
take you over there... You'll see some of the finest cocks in the country, I guarantee it...
Why there's this one dude, a short little guy, no taller than you, but his cock – Christ!
It looks about eight inches long, without an erection even! I've been trying to find out
who that dude is, but... well, he doesn't wear a name tag in the shower, of course..."
The brown-haired girl could have talked for hours about her favorite subject, and her
big brown eyes glistened speculatively as she contemplated tonight's run to the men's
showers. It would be all the more fun with Sarah along too, because the seventeen year
old was so wide-eyed and innocent that she should really get a charge out of seeing so
many naked men all at once. Why, Claire herself could hardly wait!
It was getting almost dark enough by five-thirty, so the Bellamy girls hurriedly threw
their coats and scarves over their sweaters and slacks, and Sarah followed Claire to the
site of the lust-inspiring unintentional strip show that the WAC had become
accustomed to watching every night. Sarah had to admit that the slippery nudity of the
muscular bodies of the enlisted men in their showers caused a now-familiar little tingle
to race through her quivering white belly, but she tried to keep her salacious, prurient
interest to herself, feeling odd pangs of conscience every time she caught her
imagination wandering back to the newly-introduced subject of sex. It was happening
too suddenly and too quickly for the young Major's daughter to handle, even with her
older sister's enthusiastic guidance and tutelage.
Sarah was almost hesitant to accompany Gil to the rock-and-roll concert. It wasn't that
she doubted his desire to go with her, but it embarrassed her that her older sister had
arranged for the date without even asking her first. The blonde might have felt better if
Claire had decided to come along, but the brunette only smiled knowingly and hustled
Sarah and Gil out the door.
"I've got some other things to do tonight, Sarah," she whispered conspiringly into her
sister's ear. "I've got to go back to the showers and wait until that little dude comes
along..." When Sarah and Gil were safely out of the way, Claire stretched out as
languorously as the flat Army cot in her room would allow, and removed her sweater
and silk brassiere. Her fingers stroked idly over the soft white flesh of her firm, pear
shaped breasts, while her imagination wandered back to the men's showers, and the
short GI with the mammoth cock. Maybe I am as bad as Father tells Sarah... she
mused, thinking of the things her little sister had reported about their home. It seemed
to the older girl that their father showed no signs of ever coming around to her way of
understanding, even if the father and daughter were so similar in basic personality.
Oh, well, the brown-haired nymphet thought carelessly, Daddy can't do anything to me
now, anyway... So I can be as sexy as hell if I want!
"RRrrrrrooowf!"
At first, the bark of the dog didn't register in Claire Bellamy's brain. But seconds later,
the incongruity dawned on her. What's a dog doing on the Army base?
Still half naked, she stood up from the bed and peered out the small square window in
her room. She held the blanket to the side and squinted into the darkness, but she saw
no one, and certainly no sign of a dog. And then, Claire heard the rhythmic slapping of
something against the door. Red, Dee's Irish setter, was wagging his tail right into the
corner of their room, emitting low growls from his chest.
"Oh my God! the Major's daughter exclaimed. "What're you doing here?" she asked the
dog, opening the door a crack so he could slip past. It was strictly against regulations to
have animals in the barracks, but Dee and Claire had broken that rule before, and she
felt she owed Red that much courtesy after all he had done for her last week in leading
her to the men's showers.
Claire sat back down on the bed and addressed the anxiously pacing dog. "Dee won't
be in tonight, Red, so I guess you'll have to talk to me... I can't take you out on walks
the way she does, though. How'd you get back on base, anyway? I thought your owner
was a civilian..." It didn't bother the friendly brunette any that Red just continued to
pace without appearing to respond to what she said. She didn't really think he would
understand what she said anyway! Still, she knew that Dee's arrangement with Red's
owner was for her to take him on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings – and
here it was Tuesday night! That really doesn't make much sense, Claire realized. If Dee
had been expecting to dog-sit for Red tonight, she would never have agreed to switch
places with Sarah. So Dee must not have known that Red was coming...
"Did you run away or something, old boy?" Claire asked the shining chestnut-colored
beast in a friendly voice.
Red was sniffing expectantly at Dee's bunk, as if he thought he could make her appear
by imagining long enough. In his animal imagination, he recognized Claire's scent as
that of a friendly female, but it wasn't the scent he associated with this room. He
nuzzled his long tapering nose into the small furry rug that Dee Withers kept on top of
her scratchy Army blanket. A long whining groan emerged from his chest.
"Hey, Red, I'm sorry!" Claire exclaimed, feeling instinctively that the sleek dog was
being let down. "Dee didn't know you were coming tonight, or I'm sure she'd have
stayed home!" Her brown eyes were fixed securely on the canine's smooth, slightly
tousled coat, and her mind was whirling confusedly as she tried to put him at his ease,
the way she always did with human people.
Her small hand reached across the narrow gap that separated her bunk from her
roommate's and alighted behind Red's drooping ears. "Look, I don't know what Dee
does to make you happy, Red, but I'll do my best... Maybe we should call your owner
and tell him you're here... huh?"
For the first time, the huge, well muscled dog seemed to be conscious of Claire's
presence in the room. The noises from his chest stopped, and his mouth fell open
automatically, letting his long, pinkish tongue hang out tentatively. His eyes seemed to
bore through the Bellamy girl's skin.
Oh, God, look at the way you're looking at me! she thought smiling. If you weren't a
dog, I'd think you wanted to fuck me!
A dollop of canine saliva splattered on the bare linoleum floor, as if in response to
Claire's salacious idea. Maybe he's reading my mind! she thought, tearing her eyes from
the sleekly well-formed dog to look down at her own body. Oh, God, I'm almost
completely naked! she remembered suddenly. She looked back into Red's penetrating,
almost human eyes. It seemed as if he really was thinking, back in the recesses of that
dog-brain of his... It seems like he's day-dreaming, actually! Claire told herself, slightly
amused by the thought.
"Is that what Dee does, Red?" she asked slowly, not really believing the lewdly
provocative idea. "When she has you over here, boy, does she... well, you know... take
off her clothes?" Claire ran her hands over her silky nakedness, demonstrating mutely
to the dog what she was talking about. Her face held an animated, inquiring expression,
as if she really expected Red to speak up in response.
He was that kind of a dog, she reflected, the kind that had almost a human personality.
He could be excited and happy, or sad and disappointed, depending on the same types
of expectations that humans had. With all her vast experience with men, Claire could
sense somehow, that Red's disappointment was somehow related to his sexual
expectations – though, logically, the brown-haired girl would never have imagined that
such a thing could be the case.
"I don't know, Red, I just don't know," she said softly, standing up to remove her
tightly-fitting slacks from her smoothly rounded young hips. She wriggled and
undulated her pelvis sensuously as she squirmed out of the garment, carefully watching
Red's reaction.
Plop! Another drop of dog-spittle landed on the floor.
With just her skimpy, bikini panties shielding her from total nudity, Claire sat back
down on the edge of the bed. She watched Red closely, replacing her hand behind his
ears and scratching gently. Unconsciously, the setter's tail began to wag again, slapping
rhythmically against the metal of Dee's bed-frame, and Claire looked over to her
roommate's bunk.
"Maybe you'd be more comfortable over here," she suggested, shifting her position so
she was sitting in the middle of the other bed. The furry rectangular rug was softer on
her skin than the gray wool Army blanket anyhow, and Red would probably be more at
ease in a more familiar situation. "Come on," she encouraged hesitantly. "Hop up on
the bed!" She patted the flat mattress beside her, keeping her other hand behind Red's
ears.
The Irish setter waited a few seconds, his deep brown eyes jumping from Claire's face
to her hands as he rapidly made a decision. He knew it wasn't Dee when he leaped up
on the bed, but he also knew that whoever it was was friendly, and that was all he really
needed to know.
He buried his long, tapering nose in the alluring vee between Claire's tightly pressed
legs, forcing them apart firmly as he picked up the scent of her recent private arousal.
The WAC squirmed with mingled surprise and apprehension, but Red didn't raise his
head from her wispy-haired little cuntal triangle. My God! That wet thing was his
tongue darting down between my legs! She could feel its animal-quickness where it had
electrically brushed over the narrow crotchband of her panties just over the hot moist
hardness of her miniature clitoral erection. Red knew she was erotically aroused, all
right, and he was acting like the virile beast she thought he must be!
His hot probing tongue had seared her like a flaming brand of fire... and he slashed it
downward again, caressing the lust-swollen lips of her throbbing pussy through the
sheer quasi-protection of her nylon panties. She waited a few more seconds, leaning
back on her elbows to further expose her enticing female pubic mound, and the strong
masculine dog did it again!
Then that's it! Claire thought dazedly. That's what Red does to Dee... As though to
punctuate the revelation so there could be no mistake, he drew the pinkly salivating
length of his heavy tongue between her slightly splayed thighs and over the full
pungent length of her cuntal furrow, sending a fresh wave of excitement and wondrous
discovery up her naked spine.
"Well, you certainly are a regular Casanova, aren't you, Red?" Claire asked the beast, as
her imagination whirled insanely. She looked deeply into his dark perceptive eyes,
remarking inwardly, God, he's really almost human! His response to her near-naked,
enticingly excited female body was human enough, as he continued to burrow his head
into her barely accessible vaginal vee, while the girl marvelled at the wildly forbidden
thoughts racing through her brain. They were salacious! They were forbidden!
But, damn it! It's possible! Dee must do it all the time! the daring side of her nature
argued. Hell, why not give it a try? She'd done practically everything else in her young
life of twenty-one years – more than most people ever do in a lifetime. What possible
further harm could it do if she tried this ultimate act of perversion and strictly illegal
sensuality?
Trembling with the passionate fury of her newly-conceived notion, Claire stood up
before the powerfully muscled male animal, her legs just slightly spread apart, bare feet
on the cold linoleum floor. With one hand, she eased back the damp crotchband of her
nearly-transparent panties so that the full pink slit of her wetly young quivering pussy
was exposed to this strange and wondrous animal. She was offering herself to him, like
some pagan sacrifice out of history.
"Is this what you came for, then?" she purred seductively. "Come on, boy, it's all
yours... All the hot, wet pussy you can lick, Red..." Her whole body was shaking with
the lewd awareness of what she was doing. She had done some pretty wild and crazy
things before, but this was the wildest imaginable!
She waited impatiently for him to make his move, easing back the wet crotchband still
further as she urged him on with low, hoarse whispers. For a moment, she thought it
had all been an accident, that this magnificent creature had merely chanced to nuzzle
down into the warm wet slit between her eager young thighs. But three times!? No, it
was impossible! Red was serious... This was for real!
Claire caught herself purring like an animal with rapturous delight as the Irish setter's
long, thick, reddish tongue curled out from between his lips and seared the fervently
quivering lips of her inflamed pussy. Darting about promiscuously, it caressed the
pouting pink folds of her vagina, splaying apart the damp folds of her soft moist flesh,
surging upward as if with a mind of its own, and finally resting for a frantic instant on
the throbbing nerve-laden bud of her clitoris. She didn't need to urge him now. She
climbed back underneath him on the bed where he still stood shakily, and he continued
uninterrupted his hot invading thrusts, his tongue probing wantonly up into the very
mouth of her ravenous, hungry vagina as she held back the sheer nylon of her panty
crotchband for his wickedly salacious lavings.
Finally, Claire managed to let herself relax a little, as she gently and lovingly pushed the
great sleek beast's head from her moistly palpitating cuntal slit. "Wait a minute, Red,"
she murmured softly. "I've got another idea... just wait half a second." She looked
deeply into his longing brown pools, and it seemed that she caught a sparkling glimmer
of comprehension. God, he could even understand human speech, she marvelled.
Maybe he's not really a dog at all, she thought, smiling to herself, but some handsome
prince under a spell!
Well, I know how to break that spell! the voluptuous brunette thought in satisfaction as
she rolled down her cunt-soaked panties and tossed them aside. If a kiss would wake up
Sleeping Beauty... a nice healthy fuck will certainly bring this dog around!
"Okay, now, handsome," she addressed the Irish setter. "I'm ready now." Her body was
completely naked and glistening with the excited perspiration of her very first
sodomizing encounter,, and her legs scissored excitedly in anticipation. "Just keep
licking my hot pussy like you were doing before!"
Hesitating a brief moment longer, Red looked again into Claire's dilated pupils, seeing
the same kind of arousal he was used to seeing in Dee's eyes. Slowly, he lowered his
head once again into the fragrant heat of her naked cuntal slit, and his tongue lashed
out in a frenzied darting thrust that seemed to slash into the young brunette's vaginal
softness like a bullwhip. She jerked and tensed from this sudden forceful contact. She
knew she could still stop this salacious act; it wasn't too late, yet. But Claire Bellamy
had no desire to turn back now; this was something new, something totally wicked and
perverse, and nothing was going to stop her from trying it, not even the realization that
her own sister was right here on this very base, and she could easily tell their father.
The shapely brunette shivered with delight as the curling fiery length of Red's animal
tongue began to lick her wildly, while its hot pink length began to snake up over the
slightly rounded curve of her smooth belly, moving upwards toward the soft supple
mounds of her trembling young breasts. Her nipples were hard and fully erect in
feverish expectation.
With her whole body alive with frenzied emotion and uncontrollable trembling, Red
licked lightly over the full heaving mounds of her breasts, and then returned to the hot
beckoning wetness between her shivering ivory thighs. She could hear the low animal
moan issuing from his throat again as it had when he had arrived, as he lowered his
tongue to her cunt once more. She whimpered helplessly as she felt the surge of his hot
bestial breath on the sensitive moist folds of her vagina. He started in on her again, his
dripping pink tongue seemingly seeking the source of her pungent, musky aroma, as it
coursed over her goosebump-covered thighs and then drove in between the pouting,
blood-filled lips of her lustfully aroused cuntal crevice. Her legs splayed even wider
apart below him, and she could feel her heart pounding noisily in her chest as she
waited expectantly for more of his deliciously stirring caresses.
"Oooooh, God!" she gasped when his thrill-giving animal tongue brushed magically
over her moistened pussy folds. "Red, you're as good as a man any day... My God, no
wonder Dee loves to have you around!"
She felt his searing dog-tongue cut through the puckered pink lips of her vagina as he
drew its full fiery length upward through the quivering crevice of her cuntal slit; then
from the tightly-clenched little ring of her anus, burning over the trembling, eager lips
of her pussy crevice, to the wantonly ecstatic little bud of her clitoris. Again and again,
he repeated this, each time more devastatingly arousing than the time before, until
Claire was a helpless moaning creature of wantonly pulsating flesh, and she knew she
had to have total, fulfilling release, or else she would go out of her mind!
"That's it, Red! Just keep licking me, boy! God, don't stop for a second!" the naked
WAC moaned huskily, her whole body a mass of wildly tingling nerve-endings from
this wonderful animal's skillful tonguing. The frantic tempo of her whimpering cries
steadily increased as she slipped into semi-consciousness from the fervent, punishing
caresses the dog's lewd and thickened lingual member was giving her between her
widespread thighs. His tongue stroked back and forth again and again, from the tautly
puckered little orifice of her anus, ever upward and down again through the smooth
furrow of her smoldering pussy-slit. Every single licking caress hesitated at the
palpitating node of her wildly quivering clitoris, and her breath caught in her lungs at
every savagely erotic touch down there. She was burning up alive with her own wanton
animal lust! She had to have a cock inside her! She just had to!
This lewd oral spectacle might have gone on for days for all Claire Bellamy knew,
because she hadn't the vaguest conception of time or of anything else, for that matter.
Nothing occupied a single cell of her brain except this fantastic animal's fervent, lingual
caresses. She could think of nothing else but the sheer, wanton lasciviousness of his
long, bestial tongue driving deep into the splayed cuntal moistness of her frenzied
pussy.
"Mmmmm, that's sooooo goooood, Red," she whimpered over and over mindlessly as
his thick hot tongue curled perversely up into the very depths of her hotly clasping
cunt. Her knees were pressed tightly against the soft yielding flesh of her breasts as she
held them there with her arms so that he could have all of her... all of her... every fleshy
pore of her flaming, lust-filled cunt!
Red was intensely enjoying the excitement of lovemaking with this human female.
There was something different about her – not just the natural unfamiliarity of a
stranger. The setter sensed that there was something erotically sensual in this human's
being, something that was making him feel like performing for her, as if he was going
to be judged. Maybe it was the girl's uninhibited range of experience that was somehow
permeating the dog's consciousness, but he didn't know. All he knew was his own
intense awareness of her arousal, and his own uncontrollable instinct to please, to make
her whine and wail and squirm and beg for more.
Still standing on the bed between her widely-splayed legs, Red stepped back a foot or so
and stood eagerly, his long tongue dangling from his jaws and his tail wagging in eager
anticipation.
Claire did not open her eyes for a few seconds, still expecting him to resume his
wondrously skillful lavings; but when he did not bring his licking tongue back to the
still-unsatisfied cleft between her shivering thighs, she looked between her knees
imploringly. "What's wrong, Red? Why did you stop?" she cried weakly, her voice
heavy with passion. And then she knew.
His huge scarlet animal-cock had slipped wetly from its furry sheath beneath his sinewy
belly, and it was almost fully exposed, its long, crimson length jutting out from his fur
covered underside, its tip dripping lewdly as it dangled below his stomach expectantly.
Claire's brain reeled! Animal-fucked! God! Forbidden sodomy! Have I really come this
far since Daddy threw me out of the house? My God! But as her thoughts began to
clear and the gnawing agonies of her unquenched passion began to clutch at her
writhing insides, Claire Bellamy knew what she wanted; Red's heavily throbbing, deeply
fucking dog-cock!
She lay there confused and more than slightly frightened as the huge beast stepped
from between her widely-splayed legs and began to nuzzle her powerfully along the
outside of her hip and thigh. Oh, she thought muddledly, I guess I should turn over. .
like a dog would do it... Again Red nudged her there, a deep husky growl coming from
his throat, causing the supine young WAC to cringe in apprehension. She didn't have
to be asked twice, though... she really wanted to do it now; she truly wanted to feel his
swollen scarlet canine cock up inside her! She wanted to know the feeling of his thick
creamy animal cum exploding in a savage burst into her quivering belly! She was utterly
and completely lost in the forbidden revelry of this lewd sexual adventure, and there
was no way she would allow it to stop now.
Claire lowered her long, smooth bare legs to the flat little mattress, and then, smiling
luridly at her anxiously waiting animal-lover, she rolled onto her belly and raised herself
up onto her knees, her breasts and face resting in the center of the furry rectangle of
Dee's soft rug. Inside her reeling imagination, Claire could picture the panting, virile
animal poised there behind her lewdly upthrust naked white buttocks, his eager gaze
taking in the soft feminine curves of her ass-cheeks and columnar thighs. She knelt
there for what seemed like an eternity, trembling in expectant, longing anguish until
finally Red's long wet tongue joyously parted the pouting, fleshy lips of her vagina with
one long, delicious, laving stroke that caressed her from the forbidden wrinkled hole of
her anus, down through the moist, steaming furrow of her pussy and then electrically
over the super-sensitive bud of her throbbing young clitoris! One slithering hot swipe of
his pleasure-giving, lust-inciting tongue, and Claire was lost again in the fathomless
pool of bestial desire!
The brunette WAC ached just to reach behind her naked buttocks and spread apart the
lips of her fervently-aroused vagina to give the powerfully-muscled male animal even
greater access to her cunt, but she was determined to let him do it his way – and God!
He does it well enough! she thought excitedly. She could feel his hot lingual caresses,
splaying open the lips of her madly-inflamed pussy, licking wetly over its quivering
fleshy folds as it probed delicately at the hidden orifice of her tautly-puckered anus!
Holy shit, she had felt some wild crazy things in her frantic, excitingly illicit days as an
adult woman, but she had never felt anything like this! She was going insane with the
mind-bending flood of emotion that surged through her kneeling nude body like an
electric shock! Jesus God! Isn't he ever going to fuck me with that long, gorgeous
animal-cock of his? "Ooh, Red, I swear you're killing me!"
The lust-filled woman was gasping for breath as the powerful masculine animal drew
his thick burning tongue deftly through the full fiery length of her wet, smoldering
cuntal slit, and she strained to press her knees further apart to allow him even greater
entry to her throbbing flagellating pussy lips.
Amazingly, Red seemed to know precisely what he was doing. He was apparently not
satisfied with the prospect of simply fucking her; he wanted to see her properly and
irreversibly aroused, first! It was incredible, but there could be no other logical
explanation. Claire could see that his tapering dog-penis was still poking lewdly out of
its furry concealment and dripping slowly with excitement, but still he continued his
agonizing lavings with his long, thick tongue, sweeping ravenously through the heated
fleshy crevice of her cunt and flicking deliberately at the lustfully throbbing bud of her
erected clitoris. But then, the twenty one year old brunette felt the sleek dog stir behind
her, and looking into the small mirror on the bare wall, she could see that he was
positioning himself to mount her. Oh my God, he's actually going to do it! she
remarked mentally in her amazement. And she was going to let him do it, too. She was
going to let him fuck her like the fornicating she-bitch that she was!
Every muscle in her straining body tightened as the powerful male beast's strong
forepaws suddenly grasped at the curvaceous softness of her nakedly jutting hips, his
body grinding in tightly behind the upthrust nakedness of her yielding buttocks.
Claire could see the two of them if she twisted her head back around for a wildly
exciting glance in the wall-mirror. Every inch of their lewdly entwined human and
animal bodies was reflected obscenely in the light of the single bulb, and the brunette
private found herself gasping excitedly at just the image of their bestial coupling! Red's
massive, dark balls were swinging lewdly to within centimeters of the pale quivering
nakedness of her obscenely waving buttocks, and as the beast shifted around to bring
himself down into position, she could even see the coralline ridges of her own
glistening cunt, oozing the viscous juices of her arousal as they mixed with the thick
saliva that dripped from Red's long, laving tongue.
The woman's lips were half-parted and she gasped in short, heaving lungfuls of air at
the magnificent sight of his crimson, glistening penis as it emerged totally from its furry
sheath beneath his belly, menacingly long and fully erect, the tapered end bouncing
around as he maneuvered his haunches to get himself in just the right position to enter
this incredibly beautiful human female. As he stirred and hunched behind her, Claire
Bellamy moaned in ecstatic anticipation at the wildly wicked sensation of his scarlet
dripping cock probing around in the steaming crevice of her savagely-ignited cunt. He
began to hump viciously, his belly hard and tight against her upturned ass as the
hugely-distended length of his cock sought lustfully the desirably-splayed lips of her
waiting, trembling vagina.
Red's forepaws were tightly gripping around the smoothly curving flesh of her nude,
upthrust hips, and he growled savagely as he thrust his hunches forward in his
desperate, instinctual desire to sink the crimson tapered end of his blood-swollen cock
right up inside her. Claire could see every frantic thrust and every eager plunge in the
mirror behind him as he drove forward time and time again in a mindless, bestial
frenzy, trying to ram his dog-cock into her woman-cunt.
Now the voluptuous brunette was squirming enticingly beneath the crushing weight of
the Irish setter's strong body, her naked buttocks grinding back wildly in an effort to
snare the end of his jerking penis and capture it inside her hungering pussy. Fucking A!
She was completely insane with maddening lust for his canine hardness and she had to
have it or she would go screaming up the walls in despair.
Desperately, hungry with her lustful passion, Claire reached back between her lewdly
splayed thighs, and with a groaning whimper, she grabbed hold of his slippery wet
animal-cock and pushed it right against the gaping hot mouth of her ravenously needful
pussy. There was no hesitation on Red's part now. With a single, savage motion he
humped forward obscenely, and drove his aching cock between her grasping fingers and
then down into the hungrily writhing flesh of her naked cuntal orifice!
Momentarily paralyzed in rapt fascination, Claire stared into the mirror behind her as
the flaming scarlet taper of Red's erected dog-cock slammed viciously into her with a
powerful lunge that sank its whole burning length to the furry hilt right into the
furthest depths of her seething vaginal cleft. The huge setter's dark, heavy balls slapped
against her loudly as they swung back and forth, smacking into the soaking pubic curls
beneath her damp, clasping slit.
"Oh, Jesus!" the brunette gasped. "Oh, shit... fuck me, you bastardly dog! Fuck me hard
and fast! Red, you're beautiful, your cock is beautiful, I can't stand it... Oh, fuck me!"
Her perfectly straight white teeth were clenched, her eyes closed in a frenzied passion as
her bestial canine lover began to pound into her excitedly with deep, punishing lunges
that scorched their painful way right up into the pit of her belly. Claire could see
everything when she managed to open her eyes and look into the mirror, her whole
body rhythmically jolting from his every bone-jarring thrust. She could see his long,
scarlet cock pistoning into her from behind as she ground her naked buttocks backward
in matching lustful rhythm, meeting his powerful, punishing thrusts so that each one
sank all the way to her spongy cervix between her lewdly clasping vaginal lips. Wild,
untamed emotions raced illicitly through her brain as she thrust backward onto his
ever-hardening tapered shaft, every single magnificent lunge burying it deeper and
deeper in a lascivious skewering movement that seemed to drive into her very belly. His
aroused body slammed against hers with all the fury of his uninhibited animal passion,
his enormous organ relentlessly boring to the core of her being in driving lunge after
lunge of pure pleasure. Unintelligible whimpers of pleasure and pain pouring from her
lips, Claire ground her rotating buttocks back at him with obscene frantic passion,
hungrily nibbling at the hard, glistening shaft of his animal-cock with her ravenously
pulsating pussy lips.
"Ooooooooh, Rrreeeeedddd!" she cried, "God, you fucker, you're gorgeous! Oh,
yyyeeeessss! Aaaaaahhmrnmmmnnn," she groaned, as a million tiny pin pricks of
salacious ecstatic delight were tingling into her flesh all over her writhing body at once,
and though her eyes were fully open now, she was seeing only colors and flashes of
light instead of the things that were in the room. It was as if she had been drugged, and
was watching a lust-inspiring light show to the accompaniment of the pounding pagan
beat of savage music, keeping time with the primeval rhythm of the animal cock that
was plundering into her from behind.
As the brown-haired, sodomizing sister of Sarah Bellamy watched the obscene flashes of
light before her lust-dazed eyes, the blonde girl herself rocked and swayed in the strong
arms of the friendly GI, her own blue eyes assaulted by the real-life light show in the
auditorium at the Army base.


Chapter 6

The pulsing light-show on the screen above the band reminded Sarah of when she had
first moved to San Francisco. She had been only twelve, then, but Claire had invented
some clever lie to get them both out of the house so they could sneak out to Winterland
to see the Tower of Power and some of the other famous rock bands that were around
the Bay Area at the time. It had been a long time, though, since Sarah had attended her
last concert, because without Claire living at home, the younger girl hadn't had the
courage to tell lies or disobey her father's orders. She had almost forgotten how much
she used to enjoy the bands and the light shows; in fact, she hadn't even been certain
that they were still given.
But the small auditorium downstairs in the recreation hall was crowded with writhing,
twisting youths and delicate blue curls of smoke rising relentlessly toward the ceiling.
There were about twice as many men as women, and normally this would have been
the cause for no small amount of alarm in the seventeen year old girl, but somehow,
being with Gilbert Hoyt made her feel safe. It was strange, when she thought about it,
that she should feel safe around a man she had so recently met, when usually it took
her weeks to determine whether she could become friendly with the someone, male or
female. And it was ironic, too, that so far in Sarah's two full days in Texas, Gilbert Hoyt
had been the only person who had not in some way threatened her sexual morals. The
first night, it had been her own sister, and the next day, there had been that strange
illicit encounter between Dee Withers and the Irish setter. My God, Sarah thought, Gil
might be the safest one around here!
She looked up at the tall, handsome GI who stood just behind her in the darkened
auditorium. His hands were resting absently on her shoulders, and his brown eyes were
glazed over with the haze of the marijuana he had so boldly smoked right out in the
open on the way over.
It made the blonde girl shudder to think about it. She wasn't naive enough to think
that the use of the mind-altering drug didn't exist among people like herself and her
sister, but she was still frightened enough of its illegality to realize the dangers of
smoking it right out in the open on a strict Army' installation.
"Oh, Gilbert, no!" she had whispered in alarm, when she'd seen him pull the thin
hand-rolled cigarette from his pocket. She'd seen joints before – even once in her own
house, before Claire had been sent away to the academy. But never in her young
innocent life had the girl ever dared to smoke it before; in fact, she had never even
knowingly been somewhere where other people were doing it. But now, the GI was
recklessly licking the joint as they walked across the base to the auditorium.
"It's safer here than inside," he said calmly. "It'd be better to have the shit in my lungs
than in my pocket, in case they have a guy searching you at the door!"
"They wouldn't!" Sarah exclaimed, but even the Puritanical teenager knew they would.
It was something her own father might have dreamed up, in an effort to further base
security.
"You got a lot to learn, baby," the friendly soldier had smiled, casually pulling a
cigarette lighter from his pocket and holding it up to the joint. "Want a hit?" She shook
her head. The sweet smell of the burning herb struck a forgotten chord in her memory,
and she wondered vaguely if perhaps she had smoked it before, and then passed out or
something so she wouldn't remember it later. She didn't exactly trust a man when he
was stoned, and it made her shudder to think that she, too, might be swept under the
influence of the powerful depressant. Oh, hurry and get it over with, Gil, she pleaded
mentally, glancing furtively over her shoulder as they walked among buildings and
barracks that could easily have been occupied.
Just across the street from the auditorium, the soldier shoved the rapidly burning out
roach of the joint between the frightened blonde girl's lips.
"Here, suck it in, Sarah," he instructed, his voice already thick and rough.
"N-no... I can't..." she sputtered fearfully, but that tall, handsome GI was too strong for
her.
"Come on! Just one hit never hurt anybody... You'll have to learn sometime, anyway!
Now take the smoke all the way down in your lungs, and then hold it there as long as
you can. Go on, Sarah... What would your sister think if she knew how scared you were
acting?"
"You don't know my sister that well," Sarah retorted, but in her mind, she admitted
that he did. It was easy to know Claire; she was so open and vivacious, it only took a
minute or two of being around her to realize that she was the adventurous type, the
kind of girl who would try anything once, and some things a thousand times! I wonder
if Claire really does smoke marijuana or take drugs? the younger Bellamy girl thought.
She probably does.
The thought was slightly depressing to the blonde teenager, but at the same time, it
made Gilbert's insistence seem completely natural and right. Why not just take one
teeny little puff? What harm could it do, anyway?
Hesitantly, the pretty California girl inhaled just a little of the hot burning smoke into
her lungs. It felt like it would make her whole chest explode, it was so hard to keep
down, but Sarah tried valiantly to do it right. It would be utterly senseless to risk
getting busted without even finding out what it was like!
As soon as she blew the cloud of thin bluish smoke from her heaving lungs, the soldier
took the burned-out end of the marijuana cigarette and popped it casually into his
mouth, paper and all. "This is the way to get rid of the evidence," he said, grimacing
slightly as he chewed the last remains of the illegal little joint. His laugh rang out
raucously as he grabbed Sarah's hand, then, and fairly dragged her across the street to
the auditorium.
Once inside, the whole atmosphere of the pounding, savage beat of the music and the
pulsating shapes of light against the walls and screen brought back the nearly-forgotten
memories of San Francisco, in the early days of the hippie era. Sarah forgot completely
that she had taken that deep inhaling drag on the marijuana cigarette, and allowed her
consciousness to be overtaken by the music and the lights, as she and her new friend
made their way up to the front of the room.
God, you wouldn't believe this was an Army base, the seventeen year old said to herself.
Except for his haircut, Gilbert looked like any other well-formed man – exactly the type
of guy her older sister Claire would go out with. And all the people in the auditorium
were people just like herself – only a little bit older, perhaps – people who liked rock
and-roll music and dancing whether they were enlisted men in the service or college
guys on the outside.
In a burst of sudden, fleeting perception, Sarah Bellamy got an inkling of the striking
differences between her parents and people of her own age. Her conception of the
Army was her father's conception – a disciplined, organized force of dedicated men
whose purpose was to obey orders and follow rules strictly. But Sarah's sister Claire,
and this young man Gilbert were also members of the Army, and they were just normal
people like herself, with the same natural interests!
Oh my God! the girl whispered over and over to herself. Oh my God! What if Claire is
right about me? What if I am just doing what Daddy tells me to do, without thinking
about it myself?
On the face of it, it certainly looked as if the older Bellamy girl was right. After all,
Sarah argued mentally, this is the first concert I've been to since Claire left home, and
that's because Daddy won't let me go! Oh my God!
"Hey, baby!" Gil's masculine voice cut into her thoughts. "Don't tell me you're zonked
out on just one tiny hit like that! I've been trying to get your attention for five
minutes!"
Sarah shook her blonde head thoughtfully, "I-I'm sorry, Gil," she said. "I was just...
thinking... but it's really weird..."
"Yeah, well," the older boy laughed "It looks to me like you were just spacing out! You
must be really sensitive to that dope – even though it is pretty fantastic shit! It's the
fastest high you can get around here – comes straight in over the border and they drive
it right across the state to us, usually on the same day!"
Sarah didn't know what her date was talking about, but she had to admit that her brain
did feel a little numb. When she closed her eyes, she could see the strange, flickering
patterns of lights on her eyelids, flashing in time to the music, the same way the lights
on the walls were. It felt... it felt as if she could see with her eyes closed... as if the light
was so strong, that it could shine right through her closed eyelids to her brain... But
when she opened her eyes again, she saw that the room was still dark and clouded with
smoke. Is it possible? Could I really be... stoned?
She turned back and looked over her shoulder again into Gilbert's widely-dilated pupils.
The serene smile of complete enjoyment on his lips gave him the appearance of a
statue, and the blonde girl decided, Well, he's certainly feeling it! Then she paused... Do
I look the same way Gil does?
It made her shiver to think that perhaps, after all her seventeen years of believing just
what Major Steven Bellamy taught her to believe, perhaps... maybe there were other
things to think about as well.
Gilbert Hoyt gave her a little squeeze from behind. "Enjoying the band? I think they're
pretty good, for guys from California..." And I think you're pretty good, too, for a girl
from California, he added mentally. Actually, Sarah was pretty good for a chick from
anywhere. Gil didn't know where he'd seen tits so fine as this little teenager had, and
the classic beauty of her face and carriage made her seem almost like some kind of
golden-haired goddess. She had those long, slender legs that were characteristic of the
beach-goers, and even thought it was the middle of winter, Gil started to imagine Sarah
in a bikini, flashing that body of hers around Corpus Christi, or some other easy-going
beach area.
Jesus, he thought dazedly, I'll probably get to see this gorgeous little body tonight! He
had completely forgotten the arrangement Sarah's older sister had made for the girl to
spend the night on base, while Dee Withers went into town to stay in Sarah's motel
room. Shit, if Sarah was going to be on the base tonight, and he was, too... Well, hell,
how many women's barracks had he already spent one or more nights in? More to the
point, were there any women's barracks he hadn't stayed overnight in? Christ, it'll be a
Goddamned cinch! Claire Bellamy sure had her head screwed on right.
Gilbert looked down at Sarah's lithely undulating body as she danced unconsciously to
the music. Her huge, firmly-molded breasts were jiggling shiveringly as her body
swayed back and forth, and through the tight knit of her sweater, the GI thought he
could see the erect little buds of her nipples, straining forward through her clothes. 
Shit, he thought to himself, she must be getting turned on and she doesn't even know it!
The idea excited him, and he visually tore away that obscenely fitting sweater and
ripped off whatever sexy undergarment she might have on underneath. The palms of
his hands tingled as he imagined how he would cup them around her enormous mature
breasts, and he licked his lips at the thought of sucking her teenaged soft nipples into
even greater hardness. Christ, she might even be a virgin! It didn't seem possible that a
sister of such a lively girl as Claire Bellamy could be a virgin, he realized, but at the
same time, there was something about Sarah – an aura of innocence – Jesus, it gave
him a throbbing hard-on just to think about it!
"Hey, baby," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, "let's be cutting out of here!"
"Why?" the shocked blonde girl asked. She was enjoying herself more than she had in
years – in fact, more than she had since her older sister had been banished from the
family home. The farthest thing from her mind was the salacious idea that Gilbert was
thinking about, and although the hard beat of the music was sensual and provocative in
its own savage way, Sarah was merely responding to it automatically, without realizing
what was the cause for her response.
"Oh, baby, don't tell me you don't know!" Gilbert grunted, pressing his pelvis forward
into her smoothly rounded buttocks, giving her a feel of the massive, rock-hard erection
he had. "You may be as innocent as a babe in the woods, but I can tell that something's
getting to you..." His voice was low and menacing, and he flicked his hips forward
again, to punctuate the lewd meaning of what he had said.
Sarah's whole body jumped forward automatically from the searing hot touch of his
hardened rod of male flesh, as he rammed it against her through the front of his pants.
"Oh, Gil!" she exclaimed, turning around in alarm. "I don't know what you're talk –"
Her eyes fastened on the bulging zipper of his fly opening.
"Oh, no?" he asked, grinning lewdly. "Give me your hand..." The young blonde looked
around her fearfully. The auditorium was so crowded that there were people less than
two feet away from them in all directions, and unless they were deaf, they must have
been hearing everything that Sarah and Gil were saying. Fortunately, however, most of
the people were in the same state of consciousness that the teenager and the soldier
were, so if they did hear, they probably thought it was normal. In fact, several couples
had dropped to the floor already, their lips locked in fervent kisses while their hands
roamed freely over each other's bodies. God, this sure wasn't the Army that Sarah's
father knew!
Sarah's eyes momentarily met Gil's. "Give me your hand, baby," he repeated, forcefully.
The apprehensive girl hesitated only a fraction of a second longer, and then slowly
extended her hand. Then her whole body jerked suddenly, as if she had been struck by
lightning. Gilbert Hoyt had put her trembling hand right over the giant bulge of his
penis!
She sucked in her breath, as the dark-eyed GI looked lustfully into her saucer-wide blue
eyes.
"Come on, baby, let's split!" he said again, and his voice was even darker and more
insinuating this time. Sarah Bellamy didn't dare hesitate.
"Uh, okay, G-Gil," she whispered, her hand still pressing lewdly over his massive
erection as if she had forgotten it. But her sensitive fingertips were trembling as the
soldier slowly rubbed them up and down over the front of his pants, pressuring them
into his distended penis at every rock-hard position. He hugged the seventeen year old
close to him as he pushed their way through the crowds of people in the small
auditorium, and once they were out in the crisp cold air, he suddenly released her.
"Your place or mine?" he asked simply.
The innocent blonde knew very well what he was talking about, but for a moment she
faltered. Did she want Claire to know that she was confused by Gil Hoyt's behavior? Or
did she want to risk the certain dangers she would encounter if she went into the man's
barracks with the insistent GI? Either way, I'm stuck! she groaned inwardly in despair.
"M-my place," she said finally. Surely Claire would know what to do!
But upon opening the door beside the names "C. Bellamy" and "D. Withers", the
young blonde was in for a shock. Before her eyes she saw the image of the Irish setter,
Red, humping obscenely over the nakedly jerking form of...
"CLAIRE!"


Chapter 7

Claire Bellamy looked up, her expression shocked for just a split second, and then her
face settled into a resolved look of candor.
"Oh, hello," she said, pulling herself up shakily into a sitting position. "I thought the
concert wouldn't be over for an hour or so..."
"Yeah," Gil replied, his eyes bulging out of their sockets as his drug-dazed brain tried to
comprehend what the older Bellamy girl had been doing. "Yeah, me and Sarah, here...
We left early, because... because..." He seemed to have forgotten the reason for their
hurried, frantic exit. He looked over at Sarah, who stood frozen in the doorway, her jaw
hanging open nearly all the way to her chest.
My sister! she was thinking. My own sister!... And I thought Dee Withers was... well,
perverted... My God! My own sister! Her brain was still reeling with the mixed effects
of the tiny toke of marijuana she had taken and the rocking beat of the loud music still
ringing lewdly in her ears. Now the added stimulus of finding her older sister going
down for – a dog was almost sending the young girl out of her mind. I can't believe it!
I must be dreaming! her benumbed mind kept insisting.
"Well, it doesn't matter," Claire said casually. It didn't seem to bother her at all that she
was completely naked in front of a near-stranger who was supposed to be her younger
sister's date. It didn't even bother her that Red was still pawing her leg whiningly, his
dripping dog-cock sliding forward unfulfilled from its hairy sheath with every
instinctual motion he made. "Come on in and close the door, though," the nude
brunette added. "This is sort of against regulations..." Sarah stood statue-like, without
giving the slightest indication of doing what Claire asked.
The older girl's voice sounded annoyed. "What's wrong, Sis? Are you stoned or
something? I said, close the door – I don't want to get caught like this!"
Still the blonde stood frozen in the doorway, and finally, Gilbert Hoyt went over and
carried her bodily into the room, shutting the door carefully behind him, after checking
to make sure the coast was clear.
"Snap out of it, baby," he said in a commanding tone, but his voice still had that waver
of shocked uncertainty, as his eyes darted quickly back and forth from the naked
brunette to the obviously excited dog who was still drooling on Claire's perfectly shaped
thigh.
"She'll be all right," Claire said finally, standing up from the bed to go over to where
Sarah was sitting. "You just didn't know what to think, did you, dear?" she said kindly
to her younger sister, while Gil looked on in unconcealed amazement. "Well, I'll tell
you, I didn't know it was possible until just tonight, honest! And I think... well,"
Claire's brown eyes met Gilbert's for a moment, her face taking on an expression of
apology, "I think it's something every girl ought to try..."
"Oh, God, no!" Sarah said suddenly. "Claire, that's terrible, awful, unthinkable, despic-"
"Shhh, shhhhh, dear," the brunette whispered soothingly, her hand falling to Sarah's
stooped shoulder to stroke lovingly. "Everything's all right, don't get all upset. I know
it's hard for you to make up your mind about things, the way you've been thinking
what Daddy tells you for so long... But don't worry, Sarah, I did it... And you can too..."
The young blonde girl was shocked beyond belief. Did Claire really mean what she
said? That fucking a dog was all right? Oh, God, it's impossible!
But the older brunette just continued to pat Sarah's shoulder comfortingly, as if she was
unaware of the teenager's continued agitation. Claire began to talk to the flabbergasted
GI who had seated himself on her bed, right next to the still-salivating Irish setter. "Did
you get Sarah stoned or something, Gil? She seems to be acting a little bit out-of-it..."
"Well," Gil said, "I only gave her a dinky little hit of some weed, just before the
concert... I don't think that could've done it..."
"I'm okay!" the girl broke in suddenly. "It's just that... that... well, you understand,
don't you?" she said helplessly to both of them at once. It was inconceivable to her how
the other two people in the room could be acting so casual about the most obscene,
perverted thing she herself had ever witnessed. It was one thing to see Dee Withers
letting herself be taken by the dog while watching the salacious act through the
window, but it was entirely another thing when it was your own sister, and you actually
walked right into the room, before they even stopped doing it! God!
Claire nodded thoughtfully to her little sister, and then looked speculatively toward Gil.
A glint of highly forbidden salaciousness crept very slowly into the older girl's brown
eyes. "Yes, I understand, Sarah," she said, a little too loudly. "It must be hard for a
virgin to comprehend what was going on..." She looked straight at Gilbert Hoyt when
she said this, and he understood that it was meant for his benefit.
It made the GI's cock leap to hear the answer to the question he had been pondering all
night, and he winked meaningfully toward the older girl as she spoke.
"Yes," he agreed, his own voice unnaturally precise and clear, as he followed Claire's
lead, "I guess it would be hard for a girl, if she didn't know what she was missing..." He
didn't know exactly what Sarah's sister had in mind, but he could tell by the
conspiratorial look in her eyes that she had something in mind. He didn't dare hope
what he wished it was, but he didn't know Claire Bellamy well enough yet to realize
that her imagination was probably even wilder than his!
"Sarah, it's too bad, dear," Claire said soothingly, "but I was going to get Red all
warmed up for you when you got back, and you're early... Why did you come home
early?"
"Oh, God, Claire!" the younger girl burst out. "What are you talking about? Gilbert
brought me back here because... because... well..." Her face flushed a deep crimson, and
she hung her pretty face down and let her long, shining blonde hair fall forward to hide
her embarrassment. She felt as if everyone was against her – yes, even Claire, too! –
and she wished she had listened to her father and never boarded the train to come to
San Antonio. She looked from her voluptuously naked older sister to the frankly
admiring soldier who was watching every move that either girl made with the intense
interest of a lion stalking his prey, waiting for just the right moment to pounce, as soon
as either one of them was off-guard.
"Don't worry, Sarah, Claire'll take care of everything," the older sister said
comfortingly. "I wouldn't dream of keeping everything for myself, dear." She patted her
younger sister behind the back, indicating that she wanted her to stand up. "Come on,
dear, take your clothes off... I'll let you go first."
"FIRST!" Sarah fairly screamed. "Clothes?" Has Claire lost her mind, or am I the one
that's crazy?
Gilbert Hoyt was thinking the same thing, and his face became a blank mass of
confusion, and he wondered if Sarah's sister had already forgotten that he was here.
These chicks are really weird, he commented mentally, shaking his head. One's like
some kind of nun from a convent and the other's like a fucking street-whore! All he
could do now was watch, and maybe Claire would give him some kind of clue about
what was going on!
"Well, yes, darling," Claire was saying simply. "How do you expect Red to get into your
cunt if you don't take off your clothes?"
Oh, Jeeeesus! I don't expect him to get in my... my vagina!" the blonde cried
desperately. "Please, Claire, stop teasing me!"
"I'm not teasing you, Sarah," the brunette said softly. "I swear to you, dear, it's for your
own good. Don't you remember the first night you were here? Didn't you like to feel
my tongue up in your pussy? Don't you remember how you were thinking it would be
so much better if it was a nice big cock? Well, Red's got a nice big cock..." Gilbert Hoyt
couldn't believe his ears. Shit almighty! These Goddamned chicks are dykes, too! He
couldn't decide whether it was the marijuana or the spacey Bellamy girls, but he knew
his brain was whirling, and his cock was throbbing painfully against the zipper of his
pants, demanding release.
"Oh, hell!" he muttered to himself. The girls were too involved with each other to
notice him anyway, and the damned dog was just lying there drooling... He stood up
and jerkily stepped out of his pants, letting the full-blown erection of his penis spring
forward lewdly to jutting freedom, and he fondled it with one hand as he sat back down
to watch the rest of the show.
"Oh, Claire, Claire," the teenager was wailing, shaking her head from side to side, so
her long, golden hair was shimmering enticingly in the light, "I don't know what you
want me to do, but... but oh, God! I just couldn't do it with a dog! Claire, I just
couldn't. It's so wrong, and so evil!"
"Darling," Claire answered her patiently, "who's talking now, you or Daddy? I know
Daddy thinks it's wrong and evil and all that, but... but what do you think, Sarah?
Don't you secretly want to feel a nice hard cock inside you?"
The blonde girl listened mutely as her older sister bored straight through to her heart.
Yesterday, when she had been watching this same dog taking Dee Withers from
behind, hadn't she wished, secretly, that she had been the one kneeling nakedly on the
bed? Hadn't she even slid her own little hand up between her legs, to quell the strange
tingling ache that developed there as she witnessed the illicit sodomizing act? Wasn't
Claire right, then, about Sarah being influenced by their tyrannical father's opinions?
"But what can I do, Claire?" the girl asked with a tone of quiet resignation. She looked
up innocently for instructions, as if in tacit agreement with whatever her older sister
prescribed.
Claire nodded smugly and winked at the GI, noting with satisfaction the gigantic,
blood-hardened cock that he was rubbing lewdly in his hands. "First of all, take off your
clothes..." Gil nodded his approval, and turned his attention to the trembling blonde.
Dropping her eyes in shame, Sarah hesitatingly reached for the bottom of her sweater,
and with a sobbing sound from deep in her throat, she pulled the garment over her
head and stood there silently, waiting for the further debasement that inevitably had to
result. She stole a look in Red's direction, and she shuddered inwardly when her eyes
met his. God, he was watching with the same rapt attention that Gil was! A shiver of
fear coursed down her spine.
"That's fine, dear," Claire said approvingly, "but there's still more to take off." She
stood back to look at her younger sister critically, and Gilbert Hoyt reached up from
the bed and grasped her tightly around the waist. She fell laughingly into his lap, her
softly rounded buttocks feeling red-hot suddenly where she contacted the searing rod of
the GI's penis, still protruding upwards from his lap. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed,
"hurry up, Sarah, I don't think Gil can wait!"
The soldier positioned Sarah's vivacious brown-haired sister directly over his throbbing
cock, so it pressured comfortably up between the silky inner softness of her thighs, and
the older girl squirmed delightedly with the unexpected pleasurable sensations. But her
concentration was still on her little sister, and she looked back up at Sarah. "Go on,
dear, take off everything..." Sarah knew it was hopeless to try to stall any longer. She
reached behind her and unhooked her thin lacy brassiere and let it fall to the bare floor
without bothering to stoop to pick it up, shivering as the chill of the room bit into the
firm white mounds of her breasts. Her nipples suddenly jerked into taut firmness, and
jutted out like tiny peaks from the rich swelling curve of her naked breasts. Her hair
trailed down from one shoulder over the pink-crowned orb of her breast, partially
hiding the distended nipple. She began to ease down the tightly-fitting fabric of her
slacks, wriggling sensuously as she slid them over the voluptuous curve of her hips and
thighs, before rolling them down over her columnar legs to step delicately out with her
feet. Now only her lacy, almost sheer white panties remained to shield her from total
nakedness, and she looked down ruefully over the trembling mounds of her breasts,
hesitating one last second before her humiliation was complete. Her eyes were glazed
over with disbelief as well as the marijuana, and suddenly, as if she was in a hurry to
finish, she grabbed the elastic top of her panties, and yanked them down over her long
supple thighs, and then free of one leg. She pulled the skimpy garment off of her
remaining ankle, and then she stood there completely nude, one hand instinctively
covering her pelvic vee, and her other arm folded protectively over her unnaturally huge
breasts, just barely covering the taut nipples. She felt very, very naked, and the lustful
stares of the man and the dog made her feel even more so!
"Okay, fine," Claire said in an almost businesslike manner. She wiggled sideways until
she slid off the soldier's lap, and Gil gasped in disappointed surprise. Claire smiled
swiftly up at him in reassurance, continuing, "Now Gil's going to take off all his
clothes, too!"
Sarah instinctively looked down at the floor, but the enlisted man looked strangely at
the blonde girl's sister. This is really freaky, he said to himself, but the brown-haired
girl's face was calm and insistent. Well, hell, all right then! Gil retorted mentally.
Christ, I'm already half-naked anyway... and maybe she's going to let me pop Sarah's
cherry, instead of that dog...
Hurriedly he doffed his shirt and kicked off his heavy boots and yanked his socks over
his feet. Sarah was still staring at the linoleum floor, but Gil pulled off his T-shirt
anyway, looking from one sister to the other. Okay, girls, I'm naked now, he thought,
looking down proudly at his huge, slightly pulsating cock. And my balls are aching! he
added mentally.
Claire winked her silent appreciation to the still-confused soldier, and stood up to go
over to where her naked blonde sister was standing. "Are you ready, Sarah?" she
whispered, jerking her finger in Gil's direction. "Would you rather make it with a man
first, and then try Red later on?"
The blonde teenager nodded mutely. It wasn't much of a choice, but it was certainly
less terrible to allow a human being to stick his big old thing up between her legs than
it would be to let a dog do the same thing! Sarah couldn't understand how her choices
had been narrowed down so much, but she was oddly grateful that Claire wasn't going
to make her kneel down before that great, threatening Irish setter.
"Okay, then... Just go over there," Claire pointed to Gil again, "and wrap your fingers
around his cock, just the way he's doing now... Then you sort of stroke your hand back
and forth, so you can feel the foreskin sliding over his cock head, and wait until you
can feel the lubrication seeping out the end..."
"P-please, Claire... I-I can't do that... I hardly even know him!"
But her sister remained firm. She practically dragged the young blonde over to the
soldier, and she actually placed Sarah's tiny fingers around the throbbing girth of the
man's cock. Shit! Gil mouthed silently. I could just about cum right now!
But curly-haired Claire wasn't done yet. She looked up into the GI's staring eyes and
said, "Now you should kiss her, Gil... you know, sort of get her warmed up." Claire
indicated Sarah's breast, and the soldier needed no more direction. His lips, closed on
the turgid pink nipple, and his tongue quickly found the hard little tip. He toyed with it
as his lips sucked fervently on the large, fleshy mound of her breast. He opened his eyes
and looked down the valley between her mountainous orbs, and suddenly he sucked in
his breath. Claire Bellamy had her hand between Sarah Bellamy's thighs! And it was
inching right up toward that virginal little pussy slit that the older girl had promised to
him! Holy shit! These sisters really are dykes!
Gil felt the younger girl quivering as his lips caressed her soft yielding flesh. She was
getting turned on fast – just like he had suspected back at the rock concert. He looked
down without taking his mouth away from the delicious soft pinkness of her young
breast, and he could see Claire's artful fingertips tenderly caressing Sarah's vulnerable
and uncovered vaginal slit, sensuously massaging the nerve-laden bud of her clitoris. He
heard the older girl's voice as if through a filter. It was garbled and sing-song, like a
tape recorder going backwards, "Go ahead, Sarah... go ahead and show him a good
time..."
"Claire, I couldn't... I can't!" she protested, but between words, she moaned out the
sheer pleasure of having the soldier sucking on her breasts.
"Sure you can, Sarah... You can do anything you want to... Forget about Daddy..." Gil
felt his heart pounding in his chest like a beached fish. This was it! It was almost going
to happen! He was just about to fuck the first virgin he had had since... Christ! He
hadn't had a virgin since he was fourteen!
"Go on, Sarah," Claire said again. "Just kneel on the bed and Red will jump right up
after you..." Red? Gilbert Hoyt's mind repeated. Red? I thought Sarah wanted a man!


Chapter 8

The flabbergasted GI looked over at the impetuous brunette WAC, as Sarah Bellamy
stood trembling in her voluptuous teenage nakedness. The fearful blonde didn't react
immediately to her older sister's directions, and now she was almost grateful that Gil
seemed to have something to say to Claire. It would give her a few seconds to think, if
that was possible anymore!
"I thought –" the soldier said huskily, but Claire interrupted him hurriedly.
"Don't worry, Gil," she whispered as she guided Sarah over to the single bed. "This is
just the way it has to be done... You wouldn't understand; you're not a girl..." She
didn't feel like trying to explain everything to the confused young man who was
supposed to be her younger sister's date. She bustled around like some kind of movie,
but to Gil, it seemed a lot more lewd and obscene than any movie he had ever seen!
Claire physically positioned her beautiful blonde sister in a face-down reclining position
across the white furry coverlet that Dee Withers had over her bed. She pulled the
teenager's ankles apart at the bottom, exposing her nakedly glistening cuntal slit to both
the Irish setter, Red and the lusting, excited soldier who was waiting to find out what
Claire had in mind. Sarah whimpered apprehensively as the older girl snapped her
fingers to the dog.
"Oh, no, Claire... please, no... I just couldn't!" she shrieked, sitting bolt upright on the
bed.
Claire's brown eyes glinted mischievously, as she looked from one confused face to the
other. This was her show, now, and she knew it. it was up to her and her alone to
determine what the outcome was going to be, and he lustful WAC was resolute in her
decision. This was going to be the most fantastic, licentious, incredible, orgy she had
ever participated in, and everything was going to be absolutely perfect.
"All right, Sarah," she said finally, her brow wrinkled in salacious concentration. "You
can suck him off, if you like..."
"My God! You have to be joking! I can't... I've never..."
"Sarah," Claire said firmly; "Don't say you've never done it. You did it to me,
remember? Don't you just feel like you need to taste Red's gorgeous dog-cum in your
mouth?"
The astonished soldier couldn't believe what he was hearing or seeing, but he sensed
the lewdness of the older Bellamy girl's plan. Something told him just to be patient, to
wait, and everything would turn out to his satisfaction. Even if it didn't, he thought he
was going to get a hell of a show watching!
He'd seen plenty of perverse obscenity before, in his years as an enlisted man all over
the world. But Sarah Bellamy was actually going to take that Irish setter's cock right
into her sweet little mouth – Christ! This is fucking incredible! Instinctively, he stood
up to help Claire to calm her little sister. He laid his rough masculine hand on her
softly trembling shoulder, pushing her down again into the hard flat mattress of the
Army cot.
"Lie down, sweetheart," he almost sneered. "I'm sure your sister knows what's good for
you..." He smiled over in Claire's direction, and she nodded approvingly.
The brunette snapped her fingers again to Red, and this time, he leaped obediently up
beside the still-pinioned form of the quivering teenaged blonde. Gil urged Sarah's head
toward the sleekly shivering animal and Red instinctively climbed up higher until his
belly was almost level with her unwillingly turned head, and the blonde nearly cried out
in innocent apprehension. It's not right... she kept repeating to herself, over and over...
But even as she thought it, another part of her brain was wondering, Or is that just
what Daddy would say? Oh, God, why can't I make up my mind?
Sarah studied the furry underside of the big animal's belly, her mind recording but not
really believing any of the things that were happening to her. She reached out
cautiously to touch Red's belly, and the long scarlet taper of his animal-cock slid
glistening out of its hairy sheath. God, he was still hard and erect from that awful thing
he had been doing with Claire! The young girl stared at the lewdly dripping penis
without moving; it was now several inches beyond the fur covering of its pulled-back
foreskin. At the base of the sheath, the dog's huge swollen dark testicles dangled
menacingly.
"Don't just lie there, Sarah, put it in your mouth!" Gilbert encouraged from the
bedside. He relished the ideas that Claire seemed to be hatching every minute in her
incredibly fertile sexual imagination, and he was more than willing to help. Claire was
sitting on the opposite edge of the bed, a thin smile of premature success crossing her
tense, excited face. Oh, please, Sarah... Don't back out now. You can do it, I know you
can... Just don't back out now... Forget about Daddy and all those terrible things. All
you have to do is take that lovely animal's cock into your mouth!
Sarah's drug-dazed mind struggled fiercely to concentrate on something else, as if
ignoring the scene that was unfolding around her would make it go away. She tensed
every youthful muscle in her naked young body to fight the wicked, forbidden
commands that were being made of her, but she felt herself being inextricably drawn
into the trap. Her eyes were still riveted securely on the big red dog's belly, and her
fingers slowly, gently, tentatively, hooked around the lengthening shaft of his crimson
slippery cock. The massive dog made a husky noise deep in his powerful throat as her
fingertips touched him there, and the girl thought frantically, I've got to do it now... I
can't back out... Oh, God, how can I do it?
"What's holding you up, dear?" Claire asked from the side of the bed. "All you have to
do is lift your head up a little... Red's cock'll fit nicely between your fresh little lips. Oh,
do it, Sarah, and stop stalling around!" Gil was nodding violently with every word that
the older girl spoke, and he wasn't just following Claire's lead this time, either. His
Goddamned cock was aching like hell, and his balls weren't getting any lighter while
Sarah Bellamy hesitated.
The blonde shivered under the double criticism of her sister and her date, and slowly,
she began to stroke the fur-covered hard-on of Red's cock as it slithered completely out
of its fleshy fur-sheath. Its nearly translucent tip was hardly more than an inch from her
lips, though she had not moved her face at all.
"Suck it, for fuck's sake, suck it!" Gil growled from behind her head.
Closing her eyes, Sarah did as she was told. Pushing aside all thoughts from her
spinning brain, she opened her lips slightly, and let the tapered tip slide into her
mouth, over her trembling lips whose very touch seemed to kindle fresh new stirrings
of lust in the great sleek beast. The scarlet cock snaked back over her tongue with a
familiar pungency that startled her at first, until she remembered that the animal had
been mounting her own sister when she had first entered this room tonight. She could
taste the sweet vaginal juices of Claire's young cunt on the powerfully throbbing cock
of the Irish setter! Red responded with a quivering of his strong, muscular haunches
that sank his dog-cock deep between her trembling lips, into the velvety tightness of her
throat, nearly gagging her with its" sudden ravishment of her oral passage.
"Okay, Sarah, baby, lick it now... lick it like you'd like to lick my cock," Gil instructed
from behind the bed. "He'd probably get off if you rubbed his fucking balls, too..." This
time, the GI didn't even need to look over to get Claire's approval of what he said. The
brunette was leaning forward and smiling smugly. Everything was going exactly
according to plan.
Red had followed his commands without hesitation, and he never once even thought to
question what the soothing-voiced brunette had told him to do. But now his canine
instinct told him that this new young woman was feeling some kind of hesitation, some
kind of insecurity, and he wondered in his bestial way if he was doing what was
expected of him. In the past few months, he had come to associate this particular box
like barracks room with the monumental sensation of orgasmic release, much as
Pavlov's dogs had been taught to salivate at the sound of a bell. It didn't really matter,
ultimately, just who the particular female human was who was assigned to satisfy him
at any given moment, and Red's animal mind relaxed, as he gave himself over to the
fresh sensations that were spiralling outward from the young teenager's mouth.
Sarah followed her instructions to the letter, too, swirling the tapering end of Red's 
dogcock in her mouth with her tongue, rubbing his swollen balls with her fingertips.
Amazingly enough, she was discovering to her surprise that she could do it all as she
was told without the tremendous revulsion that she had expected to feel. It was getting
easier by the moment to do anything that Gilbert Hoyt or her sister told her to do. But
the beautiful blonde was so busy pondering this new awareness that she thought not at
all of her nude buttocks thrust up so voluptuously in the air as she knelt up on the bed.
It wasn't until she felt the tightening grip of hands on her smooth trim thighs that she
realized the full extent of her naked vulnerability there. And she knew it wasn't her
sister, because Claire was still sitting at her side; she could see her out of the comer of
her eye. My God, it's Gilbert! And now his lips were on the insides of her slim bare
thighs... and he was kissing her there! Nobody, except her older sister had ever done
that, and now this soldier was doing it while Claire herself was watching! The worst of
it was the recurring sensation she had tried to deny to herself for several minutes now,
the warm, glowing feeling in her belly that she had shared so far only with Claire.
Sarah Bellamy was becoming aroused; this lewd act was turning her on!
The naked blonde nearly screamed a moment later when Gil's hungrily exploring lips
found the fragrant dampness of her cuntal slit, its musky scent drawing him like a
magnet, rousing a fierce hunger in his loins that he knew he could answer in only one
way. He had to fuck her. Sarah wriggled convulsively as his tongue laved at the moist
furrow of her naked, upthrust vagina while his lips nibbled at the throbbing bud of her
clitoris. Christ, this young chick is really getting hot... and I'm going to have to stick it
up her pretty damn quick! the GI groaned inwardly, as his thick wet tongue burrowed
into her creamy moist vaginal passage.
Sarah opened her mouth to cry out in protest at this new and unexpected ravishment,
but the sudden relaxing of her tightly ovalled lips only brought on a spasm of frantic
thrusts from the animal's strong haunches that drove his distended penis deeper into
her mouth and throat. She was trapped, hopelessly, and she was totally helpless!
There was an urgent movement behind her, and the young blonde ached desperately to
see what was happening. But it was impossible for her to twist her head that far... Oh,
God, what's going on?... And then she felt it! Gil's lust-incited cock was pushing its hot
rigidity right into the warm wet crevice of her unguarded vagina! He drew the head of
it salaciously along the pink moist folds of her pussy-flesh, actually enjoying the shivers
of fright and confusion he was causing throughout the innocent young woman's naked
skin. Damn, he wanted her... Christ, he needed her! He needed to fuck her!
"Ugh, shit, Sarah," he managed to growl behind her, "you've got to put my cock in
your cunt, baby!" His voice had a harsh tone she had not noticed before, and it was as
if some new menacing personality had taken control of his body. When she made no
move to comply, Gil repeated his command, even harsher and more threatening this
time. Sarah knew it would be fruitless to resist. Claire was right there, still sitting on the
bed, and if she had made no move to stop the soldier by now, it must mean that it was
all part of the older girl's illicit plan. This was it for young Sarah Bellamy, and she knew
it. This was the end of her long and tenuous virginity.
There would be no moonlight and tender kisses, the way her father had led her to
expect – no handsome prince on a dashing white stallion swooping down to carry her
off. No, this was more Claire's style – just a hard, vicious ravishment at the hands of a
near-stranger and a powerful, bestial dog! Oh, God, how did I ever get myself into this?
she moaned to herself. And how will I ever be able to look at myself again? The young
girl could hardly bear the shock and humiliation of this moment, being fucked between
these two male beasts, both ends brutally assaulted, and Claire here to witness it all.
At the third and harshest command of the muscular GI, Sarah finally reached back and
grabbed the swelling, bulbous head of his huge swollen cock and slipped it up against
the small puckered lips of her cuntal opening. Before she could even think of what was
going to come next, Gil slammed his long turgid pole of lustful flesh into her with all
his pent-up savage passion. The incredible force of his cock ripped into the tightly
constrictive channel of her virginal cunt with a fury that tore through her thin
protective hymen, boring relentlessly into her virginal orifice until his whole cock was
buried to the hilt inside her. She gasped out with the sudden, quick pain, and a million
stars seemed to flash across her vision as compulsive throbs of unexpected agony
rocketed up her naked spine and into her brain.
"Fantastic, Gilbert! Fantastic!" Claire's enthusiastic encouragement came from
somewhere in the room, but Sarah could feel that her sister's weight was no longer on
the bed. Sarah's brain was reeling with a thousand different sensations at once, and she
was powerless to sort them out. The totally unprepared for pain of Gilbert's masterful
assault had faded rapidly, almost as quickly as she had become aware of it, and in its
place was an even stranger feeling, a growing awareness of something that was at once
both new and familiar. His deep lunging strokes, each one skewering her deeply and
relentlessly in an ever more violent series of thrusting, movements, were fanning the
flames of her newly discovered womanhood in her loins, and try as she might, she
discovered that she could not hold back. This wild, lascivious triangle she now formed
with Gilbert Hoyt and the Irish setter was causing strange and wonderful things to
happen inside her, weird fluttering sensations that seemed to take over her whole body,
as the powerful drug she had smoked a few hours ago had seemed to take over her
mind at the pagan rock-and-roll concert. She hated herself for giving up so easily what
she had jealously guarded for so long, but she was powerless to resist: her body was
now taking control of her mind.
Sarah thought for a fleeting instant that she was only imagining this whole incredible
experience, that it was only a wild extension of the marijuana inspired hallucinations,
when suddenly, she felt her legs fly into the air and the room seemed to spin beneath
her. Gil had pulled the helpless girl out of her kneeling position, his huge, blood-filled
cock still imbedded tightly inside her cuntal grip, and he had rolled under her as he
twisted her around. It seemed at first to be an impossible maneuver, but somehow it
worked. Red's scarlet tapered dog-cock slipped with a reluctant sluicing sound from
Sarah's ovalled lips as the big animal looked up from his reclining position in obvious
surprise, a snarling growl on his menacing, drooling jaws. When Sarah finally realized
what was happening, she was on top of the GI, riding him like she would ride a horse.
Gil had given no thought at all to the husky animal that had been beneath the nakedly
fucking girl. Human passions came first, he had thought wordlessly, and he had
decided that he wanted to see the no-longer-virginal blonde form below, so he could
watch and feel and taste those magnificent breasts of hers as she leaned forward over
him, firmly impaled on his rigid, upthrust cock. He would have preferred it if she had
made more noise about it. He liked the screamers, the real gut-rippers that cried and
begged and pleaded. But this one was no second-rater – not by a long shot! He lunged
on his rigid pole upward and pushed himself deeply into her, holding on to her slender
hips and pulling her down at the same time. The blonde teenager's eyes bulged with an
overwhelming rush of agonizingly mixed sensations of pleasure and pain, while her lips
parted, but only to let a whimpering moan escape them.
Sarah's mind was numbed from this sudden fresh assault, and she tried desperately not
to scream from the wickedly wanton sensations she was feeling. She wouldn't give him
the pleasure of seeing her cry... She couldn't.
Gilbert Hoyt was intensely enjoying impaling this creamy-skinned, blonde-haired
young woman on the length of his massive cock. Christ! What a fantastic fucking bitch
she's turning into! That freaky sister of hers must really know what's going down,
man... Sarah's squirming around like a real nympho, and she's practically a virgin! Her
hips and ass were beginning to grind back responsively to his forceful thrusts, just like a
real pro! His hands grasped the slender trimness of her waist above the gentle curve of
her sloping hips that moved up and down in time with the skewering upthrusts of his
strong eager loins from below. With a grin of undiluted sadistic revelry, Gil eagerly
watched as her young, voluptuous breasts bounced enticingly as her breathing increased
steadily into a series of short, gasping mouthfuls of air. His powerful hips pounding
upward over and over again, driving his heavy, throbbing cock farther and farther up
into the hot smoldering wetness of her tightly clasping cuntal passage, right into the pit
of her innocent white belly!
"Like that, baby?" he asked between the savagely impaling thrusts, his teeth locked into
an evil lewd grin.
Sarah nodded her head tearfully. What else could she do? She really did like it – she
was enjoying it very much. It had been painful at first, when he had first entered her
virginal pussy, but now... Now the sensations .were becoming more and more erotic
with every upward thrust of his immensely rigid cock. She looked down at him,
catching his eyes openly for the first time since he had so powerfully entered her, and
she felt herself tightening skillfully her own ass-cheeks in some unlearned, primeval
gesture that made his hard fucking even more wildly ecstatic. Now she began to fuck
up and down on the end of his lust-swollen hardness as though this were only one of a
long series of lewd and lustful experiences she had had with men. Her mouth opened
slightly and her lips trembled, "Ooooooh, yyeeeessss... G-god, keep fucking me...
Mmmmnnn, your cock feels sooooo goooood in my cunt!" Her voice rose in pitch until
her words ricocheted lewdly from the four close walls of the room, "Oh, fuck me! Fuck
me! Fuck me more!"
Red had watched this entire scene in growing confusion and fast-rising anger. His
intense brown eyes reflected his thoughts like a lake might mirror an on-coming storm.
First, the strange roommate of his usual mistress, the one with the pleasing voice, had
teased him and encouraged him to enter her human female lust-hole from behind. But
then, for some reason – probably the intrusion of the others – she had pushed him
away, leaving him unfulfilled and frustrated while the human beings had talked among
themselves. And then, there had been the strangely inhibited attentions that the blonde
woman had paid him, with the strangely new and wonderful arousal of using her lips
on his burgeoning cock-rod while he fucked it frantically into her mouth. The sleek
Irish setter couldn't understand why then, she, too, had removed her mouth from his
hotly throbbing cock, to roll over and knock him from his supine position below her
softly sucking lips.
As he watched the second, innocent female humping wildly over the human male, Red
could see the man's thick human cock being deeply implanted in her from below in
that strange position, her love-juices starting to dribble out and stain the rigidly pulsing
shaft of the GI's cock. It made the dog salivate to watch how' Gil's slippery penis was
glistening lewdly with the sweet sensual fluids of Sarah's fresh young lubricant, and his
eyes were riveted on the sight as securely as his nostrils sucked up the pungent, lustful
scent.
Red's chest suddenly resounded with a booming, low growl... Inches from the tautly
clasping pink cuntal flesh of the light-haired human female, his eyes caught the
beckoning, bobbing, wrinkled brown ring of her tiny, virginal anus. The massive animal
felt his dripping scarlet taper beginning to ease once again out form its furry sheath.
There was no way it was going to be unsatiated this time. The animal's instincts would
take care of that!
Waves of erotic passion were coursing through Gilbert Hoyt's sweating body as Sarah
suddenly and unexpectedly lurched forward and let the swollen nipples of her bare
breasts brush enticingly over his strong-muscled naked chest. His powerful fingers ran
up and down over her nude torso, exploring and feeling every inch of her supple young
nakedness.
She should have noticed his shifting gaze, the look of disbelief on his face, but her eyes
were hardly more than two smoky-veiled slits now and she noticed nothing until she
heard a hoarse cry from her older sister, and then the aroused blonde teenager felt
something powerful gripping at her nakedly shivering ass-cheeks. It was Red, the Irish
setter! Her whole body smashed down into Gil's in fright.
"Hey, watch it," the soldier complained. "Relax, sweetheart, he's not going to hurt
you... He just doesn't like a prick-tease, and you wouldn't want to make him mad,
would you?" He had not eased up his relentless skewering rhythm for a second, and
Sarah could scarcely manage a single word of reply, let alone an argument. "Lean down,
baby, and stick your ass out where he can see it... You don't want him to bite you, do
you?"
Sarah was bewildered and confused for just a moment, but when she felt those strong
forepaws encircling her hips, there was no doubt left in her mind. He was already
starting to mount her there! God, he was going to... to fuck her in the ass! Sarah had
no time to scream out a protest, for just as she took in a huge lungful of air, Red's
tapering cock, still moist and rigidly erect from his twice-interrupted fucking, caught
the tautly-puckered hole of the young girl's rectal ring. Without a second's hesitation,
he fucked forward with the savage strength of his muscular haunches, and sank his
virile rigidity into her futilely resisting anal hole. Now she was impaled on two cocks,
one from the thrusting human below driving deep upward into her cuntal slit, and the
other from the massive beast whose scarlet throbbing taper was now deep in the
recesses of her wriggling ass.
"Aaaaaah, oh, God!" she cried out, whirling her head around quickly to see with her
own eyes whether it was really true. Her long blonde hair swirled around like a golden
halo with her sudden frantic movement, and her eyes bulged when she saw what she
was feeling. She was hopelessly entrapped, skewered there, and Gilbert's grip on her
hips assured that there would be no way out but to stay and finish this lewd and
forbidden trilogy.
An incessant series of moans came from Sarah's lips as she vainly tried to maintain a
steady rhythm between their disjointed, unsynchronized assaults. But she had to finally
resign herself to being buffeted between them at their will, just a loosely dangling 
ragdoll for their undeniable male passions and pleasure. Slowly, gradually, their lustful,
ravishing thrusts began to merge as one, and their grunts of pleasure and growls of
enjoyment fused into one rhythmic, humping staccato beat as her pain at the vicious
new ravishment began to subside. She could feel a telltale wetness drenching the insides
of her thighs and oozing out over his widely splayed ass-cheeks. With an unintelligible
cry of abandon, Sarah ground back against her new animal-lover with a passionate
vengeance, his sperm-bloated canine balls slapping lewdly into the upturned wet furrow
of her cunt just below. She was totally and hopelessly gone now, impaled mercilessly
between these two powerful masculine assailants, and her whole body began to tingle
with a lascivious masochistic excitement of being so totally abused in this wildly erotic
way. There was no more pain now, even in her unnaturally stretching rectal hole, and
Sarah felt the raging flood of her newly discovered female desire, and she knew that she
was fast approaching her first real orgasm. This wasn't going to be the incestuous
release that she felt from her sister's fingers or lips... It wasn't going to be her 
own selfinduced climax while she watched someone else do the salacious things she secretly
wanted to try... This was going to be the real thing, the mind-blowing explosion that
Claire so often talked and wrote about, the kind of orgasm that only a strong, savage,
lust-driven male animal could give her!
And now she had not one, but two such desire-aroused males pounding into her!
"Oooooh, God!" she shrieked, and the piercing sound made her startled sister whirl
around in anticipation. "Jesus God! Your cocks are soooo beautiful! Oh, Red! Keeep
Ffuuuuccckkkkinngg, you animal! Gil-Gilbert, oh, God! I'm about to... I can feel it...
Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeee!! I'm-I'm cccuuuummmmiing!" The super-heated blood from her
ravished loins rushed to her spinning brain, and she felt the first primeval savagery of
womanhood, as her unnaturally stretched orifices clenched involuntarily around the two
rhythmically beating cocks that seemed to stuff them to overflowing. A flood of torrid
release gushed up into her rectum from Red's wildly thrusting loins, as he let go the
tension he had held through two unfulfilling, teasing unions. There was no stopping or
even stalling him as every rippling contraction of his long tapered dog-cock sent
another fresh gushing spurt of his thick rich animal sperm rushing deep up into her as
her asscheeks clenched and unclenched alternately, greedily sucking up every precious
drop of his burning liquid until there was no more, until she had milked the powerful
beast dry. But her aching, clasping cuntal channel was not to be denied. Hardly a
moment later, Sarah heard the soldier below her gasp for air, and then he thrust up into
her so viciously that all of them, the dog included, buckled convulsively up into the air
above the powerful man's arched back. Savagely and relentlessly he slammed his male
hardness into her body as she moved her hips around him in small concentric circles.
Thick, fiery streams of his warm, viscous sperm blasted their way into the untouched
depths of her undulating belly, as her vaginal walls dilated and contracted involuntarily
around him.
For another few moments, the three of them seemed permanently fused together,
somehow bonded by the orgasmic intensity of their savage passions, but Red finally
pulled away and Sarah collapsed off her human lover with a sigh of heartfelt relief.
Before she closed her eyes and drifted off into a restful sleep, she saw her older sister
hovering over Gilbert Hoyt like some insatiable goddess, and from faraway, Sarah heard
what she said.
"I'm glad you like my sister, Gil... I knew she'd be a little nympho, but I just had to
prove it to her first... But now I'm ready for some real action, soldier, and I'm hoping
you'll be able to oblige!"
For an answer, the perspiring, darkhaired GI pulled the young, lecherous brunette
down on top of him, and ground his fierce, demanding lips hard over hers, sucking so
forcefully that Claire could feel her whole mouth being vacuumed back into the man's
slippery oral cavity.
"Mmmmm, mph!" she purred appreciatively until he released her lips. "Right on! I
think I'll let you lick my pussy first!"


Chapter 9

"Steven! Steven!" Lois Bellamy shouted into the kitchen on the day before Christmas.
"Here's a letter from Sarah – and there's a note enclosed from Claire!" The Major
wasn't as obviously excited by the arrival as his wife was, but still, he was anxious to
hear how his innocent young daughter was faring in the clutches of her salacious older
sister. He looked up from his morning coffee with a mildly interested expression on his
face. "What's she got to say, dear?"
Lois opened the envelope hurriedly, ignoring the dozen or so Christmas cards that had
arrived with the same delivery.
" 'Dear Mom and Dad,' " she read, looking at her husband. " 'I'm really enjoying my
stay here in San Antonio, and seeing Claire on the Army base has started me
thinking..."
"I'll bet it's started her thinking," the Major scowled. "That sluttish sister of hers is
enough to start anyone thinking!"
"Steve, wait... Listen to what she has to say!" Lois protested looking back to the
feminine scented stationery," 'I guess I never really appreciated all the different things
the Army has to offer, Daddy, just like you always said. Claire's gotten settled down
here, and she says she's really glad that you made her enlist. She does all sorts of
different projects, and she meets some great, patriotic people who are very dedicated...
You see, Steven?" the mother beamed happily, "Claire's not doing anything to Sarah at
all!"
The Army Major had to admit that so far, the letter was indeed highly favorable to his
way of thinking, and if what Sarah was writing about Claire was true, then it was a bit
of lucky good fortune that they had allowed their younger daughter to make the long
trip.
"Oh, Steven, listen to this!" Lois burst out, "she says she's going to enlist just as soon as
she gets out of high school! Imagine, Steve, both of our gorgeous daughters, serving in
the Women's Army Corps!"
Steve Bellamy nodded thoughtfully. "What's the note from Claire got to say?" The
blonde mother fumbled in the envelope for the scrap of memo paper that Sarah had
enclosed in her letter. She read slowly," 'Dear Mom and Dad, I'm sorry for all the
things I did that made you think I was bad. The Army has taught me the things I
needed to know. Won't it be wonderful when Sarah gets out of high school and can
join me here in San Antonio? The people I work with on base here can hardly wait
until she comes back!' " Lois and Steve looked at each other and shrugged. "Well, it's
like I always said, Lois," the Major said finally, "the Army will shape anyone up, even a
headstrong girl like our Claire! And I'm sure it'll be an enlightening experience for
Sarah, too..."

* * *

In San Antonio, Claire Bellamy got off early on Christmas eve. Sarah was there at the
door of the medical facility to meet her, and the sisters hugged each other and smiled.
"Do you suppose Mom and Dad got our letter yet?" Sarah giggled.
"Probably," Claire replied. She slid her arm down from her sister's shoulder and
grasped her small hand firmly. "But we don't have time to talk about it now... Gil's
meeting us at twelve-thirty, and Dee says that Red's owners have lent him to her for the
next two days... God, can you imagine, Sarah?"
"I can imagine," the young blonde said lustily, "but I can't wait!"


THE END
