MOTHER'S ANIMAL LOVER
By Carlotta Graham


Chapter 1

Port City, Minnesota is a town twice blessed. During the spring and summer months, it
is the playground of near-by Duluth, catering to the wealthy who want to get away
from the hustle and bustle of the city for a little fun on the blue, shimmering waters of
Lake Superior. The small harbor provides a safe shelter from the winds which can, and
often do, whip down from the Canadian plains. Swimming along the smooth, clean
white sand beaches is among the best anywhere along the Great Lakes.
During the winter, it is a home for the loggers in that state, offering all the comforts of
a large city with none of the problems. Even though the winters can be very harsh, the
fact that jobs are plentiful and high-paying make the snow and cold merely another
aspect of play during the off hours. Much of the lake freezes, enabling people to ice
skate, while the deep-water port provides an outward access for logs and shipping. Port
City thrives on both tourism and a steady, employed work force, yet retained its small
town flavor.
Pretty, voluptuous, auburn-haired Susan Mead was thinking about something else
beside Port City's good fortune, though, as she looked through her sales records for the
week. While most of her water sporting business was taken care of during the summer,
she nevertheless did enough business during the winter to at least break even until the
snows melted and the fields were once again green and covered with picnickers. Today
had been a fairly slow day. Only a few people had come in to her sporting shop to buy
the snow mobiles and skis which were so popular around the small community. Her
full, perfectly developed breasts almost got in her way as she ran her pencil down the
sales column of the day's work-sheet, and the darkness of her ski-sweater cast a slightly
annoying shadow on the yellow pad paper.
The light jingling of the bell over the door of her shop broke the shallow train of
thought, and she looked up to se a man wearing a Navy Pea-coat, light, warm ski pants
and a Navy-blue knitted cap entering her shop. The howling winter winds blasted
through the open door as he entered, and Susan shivered as she felt the sharp cold air
sweep against her luscious skin.
For a moment, the man banged his gloved hands together to get the blood circulation
going once again, and then he removed his cap, revealing a thick, neat mat of jet-black
hair.
"Whew... kinda bitter out there," he said in a voice that made Susan smile. Since the
town was so small, only eight thousand people, she knew almost every one who lived
there, and most of the loggers who came and left with the coming and going of winter
were the same year after year. Both the loggers and the residents were used to the
winters of northern Minnesota, and would think twice before complaining about the
common place. Susan set her pen down and folded her hands on the counter-top,
pressing them slightly against her generous bosom.
"Yes... it is," she agreed. "Though I haven't been out all day. That's what people tell
me."
"My name's John Martin," he said, starting to unbutton his coat so he would not get
too over-heated. "I'll be working in the logging camp about three miles outside of the
town, and I was told you could help me find a place to live."
Susan ran her eyes up and down the man. He certainly looked like he could be a
logger. He had the necessary heavy build to take the strenuous labor of the woods, and
the rugged look of a man who had spent many long months out in the open air. Susan
was used to this type of request. During the summer, she opened her huge, three story
home to the tourists, and during the winter, to men who worked in the logging camps.
The winter residents were an especially helpful source of income, since they added to
the small amount of money she took in. She hardly ever saw her winter residents, as
they spent weeks away from her home, and only needed a place to pick up their mail,
and a reference point for a legal residence.
"You're in luck, Mr. Martin," Susan said smiling sweetly. "It so happens that the room I
have hasn't been taken yet. The men who come in for the winter jobs haven't arrived."
For what seemed like hours, the two people stared at each other, each caught up in a
strange charisma that made Susan feel a little uncomfortable... uncomfortable because
she couldn't explain it to herself.
"Oooooohhhh... then I'd be living here?" John said, raising his eye brows as he quickly
took in the sensual beauty of this woman. "I hope the rent won't be too much. I don't
have a lot of cash on hand."
"You won't have to worry about anything like that," she said, coming around from
behind her counter. "Getting hired by the logging companies is as easy as falling off a
log."
They both smiled at her little joke, and the faint uncomfortable feeling Susan
experienced seemed to flow from her shoulders. This Mr. Martin was a very friendly
person, not like so many of the rough, coarse loggers she was used to. "You should be
able to put quite a bit of money in the bank."
John, not much older than her own thirty-three years, smiled at her. "That's the reason
I came up here," he said. "I was looking for a job that would let me salt away enough to
take it easy during the summer."
With his Pea-coat open, Susan could see that he looked even more muscular than
before. His crew-sweater was tightly resting against his square chest, giving him the
appearance of not only a logger, but that of a man who might have spent a great deal of
time in the Merchant Marine. Clearly, this man was a drifter, as were most of the
winter lodgers.
"Do you run this store with your husband?" he asked, making conversation as he
looked around.
"I'm... uh... divorced," she told him in a tone that she hoped he would take as meaning
that she didn't want to talk about it. "I handle everything by myself. Oh... my daughter
does help out some with the sales, when she's not in school. At the moment, she's
somewhere in the house. She's on vacation."
"Pretty nice... pretty nice," he said, nodding his head slowly in approval. It seemed a
little strange to him that a woman could be running a store this size. He would have
thought that a woman as pretty as Susan wouldn't have a brain in her head... at least
not one that could take care of a sporting store. Shit, she had Judy beat in looks by a
long country mile. Watching her move through the store was a sheer pleasure. With his
eyes feasting on her smooth rounded buttocks highly accented by her stretch ski-pants,
he had the impulsive urge to reach out and run his fingers over the lithe little moons.
They swayed so softly and teasingly in front of him... He would have loved to weave his
hands through her near shoulder-length auburn hair, kiss her full, pouting lips and
suck that pair of large, proudly-cresting breasts that strained against her tight sweater.
He could tell... he could just tell that she would be a real fucker, once he got those
clothes off her. She looked like the kind of woman who would fuck... and do it gladly.
Closing his dark eyes for a moment, he could feel his cock give an anticipatory lurch
against his pants. He could almost feel his penis surrounded by the wet, velvet heat of
her cunt. Yes, she was a woman who would really know how to move that luscious ass.
Sexy, sensual, and pretty well off in the money department. He was certain that he
could bring her around to his way of thinking... he made it a point never to fuck a
woman unless she was willing. If things worked out right with this little woman here,
she would be more than willing. In no time, he would have her begging for a taste of
his penis. And he would give it to her.
"My... uh... ex-husband had this store when we were married," she told. "When he left,
he decided that he didn't want to have any strings holding him down."
"Sounds like a good man to have gone," he commented, watching her finely sculptured
face for her reaction. She lowered her eyes, and John was certain he could see her blush.
If he could find out why her husband had left a luscious looking fucker like this, he
might be able to use the information to his advantage. Her not wanting to talk about it
might be the key. Just play your cards right, he thought. She'll come around... they
always do.
"LORI!" she called. Then, turning back to John, she said, "Sometimes I wonder about
my daughter. She likes to help out when she's around. LORI!" she called again.
John heard the sounds of someone moving up the stairs, and he looked to the stairway
to see a bright-faced redhead come bouncing down the stairs. She was slipping into her
robe, and John could see through the sheerness of the thin material that she was
wearing nothing underneath. At first she didn't see John standing behind Susan, and
she had the look of a little girl who had just been taken away from her favorite
television program. She was deeply tanned, something that made John pause to think.
Where would she be getting a tan like that in this weather?
"Oh, mother," she said, the sound of extreme disappointment in her voice. Then she
saw that she and her mother were not alone, and a strange, seductive smile came to her
lips. John could feel another lurch of his already swollen penis at the view this little
vixen offered his tired eyes. Shit, he hadn't fucked Judy in almost four days. When he
saw her tonight... but that was something to be thinking about when he finally got
squared away. At the moment, he was going to let his eyes do a little feasting. Shit on a
brick... when he'd been told about this place, he never dreamed that he would be
entering what looked like paradise. The girl couldn't be a day over fourteen and even
though she was trying to act like a full grown woman, she had all the trappings of a
young cunt who's never even seen a penis, let alone had one up between her legs. And
her mother... something told the dark-haired man that just about every cock in this
town's tried to get into her tight little vagina, and without too much success. He wanted
to feel out the situation a little first. Making mistakes with women was one thing...
fucking a perfect deal like this was another!
"Lori," her mother said, "this is Mr. Martin. He wants to rent the room we have
upstairs. Would you show it to him?"
Lori looked at the man, and she was a little startled that she was clad in nothing more
than a robe. She squealed somewhat sweetly, and held the sides of her robe with both
hands. Rather than hiding her body, though, her actions only drew the sheer material
tighter against her lush, ripe body. John allowed his eyes to wander to her breasts.
Through the fabric, he could see the brown circles rimming her cherry-sized nipples.
Her breasts were like melons, and John would have been certain that she would be
wearing a bra. As she looked at the man, the comparative cold of the shop began to get
to her, and she shivered, goose-bumps covering the lush, smooth tanned skin of her
exposed shoulders.
"Are you going to be staying with us?" she asked in a voice that was both innocent and
suggestive at the same time. John couldn't help but think that she must be a real tease.
God, she must be driving half the boys in her high school wild. Being on a date with
her could really give a man lover's balls!
"If I like the room," he said, smiling broadly at her. He wanted her to get to like him. If
there was one thing he wasn't used to with women, it was aching balls... the pain that
comes with a long-held erection but no ejaculation. If this little cunt was going to tease
him at all, she would have to learn that there were no half-way measures with him.
"For God's sake, Lori!" her mother said in a scolding tone. "You shouldn't have come
down here half-naked like that."
"Welllll... I didn't know there was anyone with you. And even if I had, it wouldn't have
made any difference. I've worn less when I go swimming."
Susan looked over to John, as if for moral support, and she noticed that he was smiling
rather lecherously. Her first thought was that she didn't want this man in her house...
not if her daughter was going to insist on running around dressed so that every inch of
her body showed. But she thought the better of it. It really wasn't John's fault that her
daughter wanted to dress like that. She was away so much of the time that she really
wasn't used to having a man around the place. And John certainly didn't look like the
kind of person who would be the least bit interested in a fourteen-year-old girl. He may
look, but he would know better than to touch... or go further. There were still laws
against that type of thing.
"I think maybe I ought to show John the room," Susan finally said, allowing her better
judgement to prevail. "And I don't want you down here dressed like that. You could
catch your death of cold if someone came in. You go to your room and put something
warm on. When you're dressed, you can work the counter for a while."
"Awwww... I wanted to spend some more time under the sunlamp."
"Scoot," her mother told her, giving her a friendly pat on her firm, rounded, childish
buttocks. "You've spent enough time with it for one day."
Lori turned and bounced up the stairs the way she had come down, and her long, full
red hair billowed around her head, adding all the more to the teasing, sensuality she
already had, and would have even more once she became a little older.
John followed Susan up another flight of stairs, and turned the corner. The short
hallway led to a single room, completely set off from the rest of the house.
"I think you'll like this arrangement," Susan said as she unlocked the door and stepped
inside. "You can get to your room without disturbing either Lori or me. Of course, my
bedroom and yours are next to each other, separated by the walls, so if you decide to
move in here, and either one of us finds that the other is making too much noise, that
little matter will have to be taken care of."
"Oh... I think you'll find that I'm a reasonably quiet person," John said in an offhanded
manner. He looked around the room, finding it nothing fancy, but a good deal better
than the cockroach farm he'd stayed in the night before, when he'd first come to Port
City. There was a nice double bed, a small closet, a bathroom with both a shower and a
bath tub, and kitchen... in short, it was a nice, little cozy place, the likes of which he'd
seen a thousand of. A few pictures on the walls, a full length mirror on the wall
opposite the foot of the bed, a worn but hardly thread-bare rug covering the whole
floor...
"How much are you asking for it?" he said, turning to face her.
"At the moment, eight-five dollars. When the logging season starts, I charge one
hundred. But if you'll take it now, I won't increase the rent."
John turned down the corners of his mouth, indicating that he thought it was a bargain.
From his point of view, it was more than a bargain, what with two free women walking
around... one who needed a little work, and another who could use a few lessons. And
he was just the man for both jobs.
"I like it," he said, keeping his voice as business-like as possible. It was really all he
could do to grab Susan and throw her on the bed right then and there, but he resisted
that little temptation. He was still suffering the effects of being around that seductive
little Lori, and he literally willed his swollen cock back to limpness. It wouldn't do to
have his new landlady to see him with an erection just yet. He wanted to save that little
surprise for later.
"There's a door out back, so you can enter and leave when the front store is closed for
the day."
"I wanted to ask about that," John said, his face instantly brightening. "I sometimes
have... uh... visitors. Would that be all right with you?"
Susan could tell what John was getting at. While she didn't like the idea of visitors,
meaning women who would be staying over night in his room, while Lori was around,
she had decided long ago that as long as the room was more or less separated from the
rest of the house, it probably wouldn't make all that much difference. The young girl
could see a lot worse in the movies than a woman entering and leaving through a door.
And what she thought about what went on inside would be thought no matter what
Susan tried to do.
"No... I don't mind," she said in a soft voice. "I do ask that you try and be a little
discrete, though. What with Lori and all. I'm sure you understand how young girls can
be."
"I sure do," he said, not telling her exactly how he had come to understand. Generally,
there was nothing he liked better than fucking young girls silly. He walked to the
window of his room, and noticed that he had a perfect view of the Port City harbor.
Even though it was all but obscured with snow and ice, he could see that during the
summer months, it would be quite a teen-age hang out. There would be little for young
kids to do in a town like Port City. Most of them would dream of doing things they
had heard about happening in other towns and the large cities. Maybe Lori was one of
those... a dreamer, and a young girl who was in a hurry to grow up.
Just looking outside made John want to shiver. It looked so cold out there. The little
story he'd told Susan about looking for work was nothing short of a blatant lie. The
truth of the matter was, he really didn't know what the hell he would be doing in the
coming weeks. He would have to talk to Judy a little later about that. All he wanted was
just a place he could call home for about a month or so. He'd worked in logging camps
before, and the hard work was something he'd vowed he would never go back to doing
unless he were starving to death... and then he would think long and hard first.
"What about pets?" he asked, turning away from the window, and looking straight into
Susan's light brown eyes. "I have a dog... a real friendly animal. He'd love Lori, and I'm
sure she'd like him."
"What kind of a dog. Something small, I would hope," Susan said. "I don't think he
would be too friendly if he had to spend most of the time cooped up in this room while
you were away."
"Aw, that's no problem," John said, feeling a little friendly. Hell, he could probably get
her to agree to anything. "Mostly, he's German shepherd, but his mother did a little
fooling around in a back alley one night with a husky. He rather likes being outside in
the cold air."
"I'll tell you," Susan said thoughtfully. "If you take the room, keeping it clean is your
responsibility. Keeping the rest of the house is mine. If the dog doesn't bother me, you
could keep him for years."
John smiled. "Having him around might keep away people you don't like," he offered.
There was a short silence while John tried to think of how much money he would have
in the bank. He had enough money with him to pay for a month's rent, and enough to
get a large bottle of cheap wine. Something told him that he would need a little
something to clear his head. He would like to roll a couple of joints, but he decided to
wait. No point in pushing his luck so soon. He would just sit back and see what the
deal was before making any drastic moves.
"I'll take it, then," he said, pulling out his wallet from his Pea-coat pocket. He fished
through the thick wad of small denomination bills and handed them to Susan, who
counted them quickly, and then folded them and put them in the back pocket of her
tight ski-pants.
"I'll just leave you here," she said. "If you want to go out, see me, and I'll give you the
key to the back door, as well as the key to your room."
John thanked her, telling her that he would be down a little later. "All I want to do at
the moment is sort of stretch out a little," he said, tossing his Pea-coat on the bed and
walking to the window.
"I understand," Susan said, and she backed out of the door, closing it gently.
Once she was on the outside of the room, though, Susan's cold, rather unconcerned
reserve fell to pieces, and she found that she was panting as though she had been
running around outside. She couldn't understand it. She had never felt like this about a
stranger in her life. It was almost as though her husband had just come walking
through the door. She was feeling the same way now about this John Martin as she had
when she first saw Bruce. She had been a senior in college then, and as soon as she saw
Bruce drinking coffee in the student union, she knew that he was the man she was
destined to marry. She knew it was a silly thought now, but then, she was almost
certain she had heard bells and music from heaven. They had married after they both
graduated, and for five years, Bruce had been everything she could want in a husband...
an incredible lover, capable of bringing her to passionate climax after passionate climax.
He was a loving father to Lori as well, being the type of person who was able to give his
daughter everything she needed, and withholding those things which would have
spoiled her. For five wonderful, glorious years, Susan was living in what she was certain
was paradise.
Then the little cracks started appearing. Bruce spent more and more time at work. Even
though the obvious was right in front of Susan's face, she refused to believe that Bruce
might be spending time with another woman. Even after two years of living with only a
part-time husband, Susan felt that she could once again become the kind of woman
Bruce would want. She became more and more aggressive in her love making, doting
on his every wish, making sure that Lori was spending a little more time at Her friend's
house so she and Bruce would have more time together. Instead of making Bruce want
her more, though, she found that she had made things worse. It was almost as though
Bruce wanted to get away from her with such a passion that he was no longer making
excuses. He would just be eating dinner as quickly as possible, and when finished,
would say good-bye. Sometimes, he wouldn't come home until the next morning. At
the first signs of an argument, he would take off for the local bar. Susan was left to run
the sporting shop pretty much on her own, and she and her husband seemed to be total
strangers when ever they were with each other.
Finally, after eight years of marriage, Susan put her foot down. She braced herself for
what she was certain would be a bitter argument. She told him that she didn't like the
way he was treating her, and she demanded that he stay at home nights. His reaction
shocked her. While she was yelling at him at the top of her lungs, he merely stood
there with what could only be defined as a shit-eating grin on his face. Then he asked
her, calmly, what his alternatives were. When she told him that he could take off any
time he liked, he said, "fine. That's what I'll do." Without a further word, he packed
two suitcases and walked out the door. That was the last she ever heard of him. For
almost a full twenty minutes she had stood looking at the door, lost in a trance, certain
that he would at least come back and yell at her or something... anything that would let
her know that he thought she was still alive. A man just doesn't walk out like that after
eight years of marriage.
All the next day, and for the rest of the next week, Susan sat by her phone, waiting for
Bruce to call her and tell her... something... anything. His bank account had just barely
been touched. Of the five thousand dollars she and her husband had worked to save, he
had taken out only four hundred. After a week, she finally got a post-card... a picture
post-card from San Francisco telling her that all those things he'd left behind were hers
to do with as she wished. He didn't want her to even try looking for him, that San
Francisco was just one stop on a long, completely random world trip, and he wished
her all the best.
Susan had been so withdrawn that she thought of killing herself. Everyone in the small
town of Port City seemed to know what was going on with Bruce except her. The lady
at the post office had read the post card and spread the word even before Susan heard
about it. The lovely auburn-haired wife knew that all her friends meant well when they
came to offer their comfort and sympathy. None of them could seem to understand that
all she wanted was to be alone.
Nights had been the worst time. After years of sleeping with a man, how can a woman
suddenly come to the realization that she will never see that man again? Susan found
that she was touching herself in those places where Bruce used to touch her, rubbing
her open palm around in little circles against her passion-taut nipples, tweaking them
between her thumb and forefingers and bringing herself to the same sexual fever-pitch
Bruce would.
Then her hands would race down the naked sides of her body as she lay in bed, lightly
touching her soft, supple flesh, delighting in the feel of her body as it quivered against
her hands. Finally she would bring her fingers to rest in the down of her fluffy pussy
hair, seeped with the freely flowing moistures of her self-induced passions.
She had masturbated only occasionally before she married Bruce, and never during
those eight years they had lived with each other... not even on those nights when he
would be gone until morning. But after he was gone... after he was gone, Susan had to
face the fact that she was once again living alone. And after she had experienced those
pleasures which sex can bring to the body and mind, she knew she would never be able
to deny herself what ever passion she could get. She hardly dated at all during the last
five years, believing that if she allowed herself to fall under the spell of another man,
she would only end up as hurt the second time as she had the first.
Lori was a great boon to her. Someway, somehow, the young girl sensed that her father
had gone and would never come back. Thank God, Susan thought many times, that she
was at the age where it didn't affect her too much. She rarely talked about her father,
and never asked what had happened to him. It was as if he was little more than a
childhood memory for her.
But now... now Susan found that she was once again falling under that spell once again.
She knew she was a lonely, and therefore vulnerable woman. She knew that she should
really think about Lori's well being – that the girl would need a father... and that she
did not like living alone. She hadn't even thought about those things when she had first
seen John walking into her store. She hadn't thought about anything. One moment she
was working on her books, and the next, she felt as though she were thirteen years
younger, and no wiser for all the time she had lived. She tried to reason all the
unwanted feelings from her mind. She was being silly, childish, even dangerous to
herself, she knew. She tried to laugh it off by telling her it was nothing but a school
girl-type crush... something she would expect Lori to have. But she couldn't. She was a
full grown woman who had had these feelings before. She was old enough to know
what love was. And it was that thought that frightened her. She had made a terrible
mistake once. Now she had nothing but her will to keep her from making that mistake
again... and she could feel her will fading with every passing second!
Night in Port City can be a wonderful thing. Even though it is a busy town with many
things to do at night, the soothing voice blowing gently over Lake Superior can always
be heard. For years, there had been nothing as soothing as that sound to Susan. It was a
gentle breeze that would allow her mind to drift.
But tonight it was different. Tonight it was not a soothing breeze that blew across the
water... Tonight it was a harsh winter wind that blasted across a sheet of ice, shuddering
the sturdy house Susan had lived in for sixteen years. It kept her awake, and even
though her bedroom was the warmest room in the house, she did not feel cozy and safe
in her bed. Tonight she shivered, as though she was standing naked against the wind.
She had, for the rest of the day after she'd left John, been able to put the unwanted
thoughts out of her mind. Talking to Lori helped some. The young girl had a date with
the high school quarterback tonight. Bill Jennings was such a wonderful boy. It was
good to see that Lori was finally seeing someone nice, instead of that local gang she
used to hang around with.
Susan tried to dwell on the type of woman her daughter was becoming. She knew she
wasn't giving her all the attention she needed. She was at that age where she can be a
woman one moment, and a little girl the next. Susan had seen that when John had first
walked in. Lori had not really been ashamed that she was dressed so teasingly. The girl
was so young that she really didn't know what teasing meant. Thank God John hadn't
been too pushy. He'd acted as though he really thought she was a cute school girl. But
then, why should he act any differently? He must have... lady friends... That was why
he'd asked about having visitors.
Now there you go again, Susan scolded herself. You were going to try and put him out
of your mind, and you're thinking about him. The darkness of her bedroom seemed
like a cloud that enveloped her, and the sheets rubbing against her body as she moved
while she lay on her back, sharpened her awareness, making sleep impossible.
She could hear all the sounds the house made as the wind blew against the house. She
could hear the glass in the windows rattling. She could hear the house settling, she
could hear the distant... very distant cry of a timber wolf. That wail used to lull her to
sleep, but now it served as an omen.
For a while, her mind flitted back slowly as she remembered how Bruce's fingers would
run joyfully over her smoothly rounded hips, and then cup the pubic mound with his
joined palms. She had raised her legs then, pressing the soft light brown curls between
her thighs up against his hands, gyrating slowly, grinding herself up against his strong
palms. He would tease her, probing and searching until he would finally part the soft
throbbing furrow...
A thump against the wall of the far side of her bedroom jolted her back to reality. John
must be moving in. He had been gone for most of the time since he'd moved in, and
Susan assumed that he'd merely gone back to the hotel room where he was staying to
pick up his things. She was certain that she'd heard a voice... a female voice... talking to
him when he'd come home only a few moments ago. The two of them were laughing,
as though they'd been drinking. Still, they were fairly quiet, and Susan was used to
drinking men, living all of the last sixteen years in a logging community. So long as
they didn't bother her, Susan didn't care if they drank themselves to death. The thump
against the wall was the first sound she'd heard in the last half hour. And then she
heard John's voice, as clearly as though he were in the room with her...
"THAT'S IT, HONEY... SPREAD YOUR LEGS LIKE THAT!"
Susan could feel a tear welling up behind her eye. In his most passionate moments,
Bruce would say things like that. At the time, Susan hated such coarse, vile language. It
seemed to take away from the sheer romance of making love with her husband. But at
the moment, all she could remember were the feelings of arousal her Bruce would bring
to her, and the harsh directness of John's passion-laden voice was washed away with the
pleasurable memories of her nights with Bruce.
Involuntarily, an image flitted across her mind of herself, lying naked on a bed, while
tall, rugged John ground himself between her wide-spread thighs. The quivering in her
own loins made it impossible to shake that image. She and John... she and John... No,
in reality, she was alone... and lonely.
It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair! She hadn't done anything to be feeling as lonely as she
had been for the last seemingly million years. It was as though something, somewhere,
was working against her, a god she had never been told about when she was younger...
a god that brought loneliness to people... She wanted to cry, but couldn't, and
desperately, she turned over and pressed her face into the softness of the bed, as if she
were trying to block out the erotic images which now seemed to be everywhere.
Anxiously, she clamped her thighs together to quiet the throbbing there. She wanted to
sleep! She wanted to escape the sounds she knew would be coming from the next room.
She didn't need any further reminders that she hadn't slept with a man since Bruce had
left her. Fingering herself now would mean that she was once again releasing emotions
that she would rather keep stilled within her. She didn't want to admit to herself that
John had aroused her. She couldn't allow herself to go through the same hell of loving
and being left alone twice.
In her troubled daze, she was only vaguely aware of the gradually louder rhythmic
poundings against the wall to her bedroom. It was as if her own accelerated pulse beat
was throbbing out loud with the darkened walls of her room. The bitter, harsh winds
only served to emphasize the sheet of loneliness which was being made manifest,
somehow, in the actions in the next room. In her lonely, tortured state, she could once
again recall Bruce's long, rangy penis sliding in and out of her tight elastic cunt, easing
the terrible pressure which would build there... which was building there again, now...
Oh God, what had happened? Why had he left?
Tentatively, her hand slipped down between her restless body and the bed, and groped
its way toward the aching pivot of her tightly pressed thighs. If only she could end the
cold emptiness there... She gasped aloud at the contact between her own cool fingers
and the hot burning flesh of her vaginal furrow. The flesh of her inner thighs was soft
and warm and there was a faint wetness emanating from the throbbing spot between
her legs. Gingerly, she fingered the damp pubic curls matted under her nightdress,
knowing, in the back of her mind, that it would be senseless to even try to stop herself,
totally unable to halt the never-adequate use of her hands.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned suddenly as her fingertips found the sensitive
inner flesh, and gingerly traced a feathery path along the ragged surface of the swollen
outer lips. Even though her own touch was never enough, she would have to settle for
it... and it did feel soooooo goooooood.
"FUCK ME, JOHN... OH, GOD FUCK ME NOW..!"
The piercing scream broke in on her consciousness, curdling her blood. She couldn't
even have the sanity of her fantasies. In a frustrated gesture, her mind once again
telling her that she was an utter failure, her hands flew up to her breasts. Don't think of
John... Don't allow yourself to get hurt again...
Her mental chant was silenced by the feeling of her own breasts. She was surprised to
find how comforting was the sensation of cupping the throbbing mounds in her palms.
She had all but forgotten how good that felt... She kept her hands there for a moment,
feeling her nipples awaken to turgidity through the thin material of her nightdress. A
passionate tingling was creeping all over her body, stretching from the very tip of her
head to the very ends of her toes, and she felt she was in the grip of something all
women... all humans must succumb to. A lonely frustration pervaded her body, and to
ease at least the physical pain, she began to tug at her nightdress, raising it up over her
hips, bringing it up until it had uncovered her breasts.
Mmmmmmmmmm... that's better... she thought, and she rolled over onto her back,
allowing her gaze to roam at will over her body. Despite her age, she had kept herself
young-looking and trim through constant work and exercise. Her body was
statuesquely perfect, smooth and lithe, the body of a twenty year old woman... the body
her husband had once loved. The soft globes of her breasts were like twin white
mountains, surmounted by the pinkish-brown domes of her turgid little nipples. Her
eyes swept down to the smooth plane of her abdomen, further still, to the raised mound
of her light brown pubic curls, at the vee of her long shapely legs. The perfection of her
body never ceased to amaze her. She was like a love goddess, a woman who would
never grow old, a woman to whom the pleasures of sex would always be exciting and
rewarding. She had been determined to keep her body youthful and fit, and would be a
little pleased with herself when some of the local men would make passes at her. She
would never take them up, but it was nice to know that she was a very attractive
woman. Bruce had always been proud of the way she looked. He used to tell her that a
lot of the people would come in and buy something from the store just for a good look
at her. Sometimes she thought that many of the men still did the same thing. There
were some attractive men in town, and she would go out dancing with them, and
sometimes she would allow them to kiss her good night. But she had never slept with
them. The love she'd had for Bruce was a thing she was certain she would never have
again, and when she felt those feelings coming to her, she was always able to still
them... until tonight!
She thought of her first few nights with Bruce. Then, his hands had roamed with
feathery touches all over her trembling body. He would carefully take off her nightdress
and then begin kissing every inch of her body, taking her breasts in his mouth,
titillating her nipples until she thought she would die from the exquisite agony. Then
he would drop down to tease his tongue into the puckered little indentation of her
navel, and still further to brush hip lips against the soft whisps of her brown pubic
triangle. She had let him lick her to orgasm on many occasions. She remembered the
first fears she'd had the first time he wanted to. She thought there was something evil,
something perverse about it. She'd begged him to stop, but he had soothed her, making
her feel comforted and secure with him, and she hadn't been sorry. Quite the contrary!
Several times, while he had been licking her sweet-tasting pussy, she would spin around
and take his cock between the softness of her lips. She had done it out of love, and
would revel in the pleasures of sex with her husband. And he had left her! He had
betrayed the trust she'd placed in him. How could she possibly allow something like
that to happen again?
"... nnnnnnnnggghhh..."
Another moan drifted through the walls of her room, and Susan was once again forced
back to reality. The voice was that of the woman John had brought with him, and her
groan had been passion-loaded and very feminine. Susan could remember groaning out
like that in her most passionate moments. Should she have been more like that? Would
Bruce have stayed with her if she had been even more loose than she was. She didn't
think so, but she would never know. Bruce hadn't once told her what the matter was.
Again her mind drifted back, this time to the last night of their honeymoon. Bruce had
guided his huge, pulsing hardness toward her trembling vagina, and she had held her
breath, hardly daring to breath as she felt the first nibbling contact between her delicate
cuntal flesh and the smoothly rubbery head of his penis. He had held it there for a
moment, and then had begun to rotate it slowly, up and down, making her thrill with
pleasure, the masculine hardness of his organ sending her into transports of delight. He
had slowly nudged forward, parting the soft fleshy folds as he advanced, finally
inserting the vast head just inside her tight elastic pussy opening. He was usually like
that, slow and gentle... and all the more arousing because of it. That was the way she
liked him best. She could almost feel him now, the throbbing hardness of his penis
parting her vaginal walls, sending shoots of joy coursing up her interior tissue and
resounding in every part of her body.
As with a will of its own, her hand had crept down and was tentatively playing along
the swollen, hair-lined outer lips, her nails scraping the velvety skin. Her body was
reacting to her fervent imagination and she could feel.. actually feel the flesh-splitting
entry of her husband's cock in her secret depths. Her testing fingers, goaded on by her
lascivious thoughts, probed deeper and deeper into the soft recesses of her open vaginal
furrow, dipping and searching in the honeycombs of her throbbing pussy. Her index
finger found the erect little knob of her clitoris and she gasped aloud as she came into
electrifying contact with it, sending myriads of passionate, searing jolts stabbing
through her. She held her finger against it for a moment, and then began to rotate it
gently. She moaned again and again as waves of incredible pleasure washed over her,
bathing her in an inferno of unwanted sensuality.
"OH, JOHN, GOD... YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY CUNT...!"
The rasping, passion-grating voice triggered off an animalistic response in Susan, and
with a groan, she thrust her fingers into the burning hole of her now hungrily writhing
pussy. She couldn't help it... her need was too great, and the woman in the other room
was being satisfied with a man's penis... a real penis... the kind she used to have when
she and Bruce would make love. She needed it. She had known all along that she
needed something besides her own fingers, but hearing another woman getting that
very thing she had been so long without made her all the more aware of her need! Oh,
God... why couldn't she love a man again...? Why couldn't she allow herself to have the
same love she had found once before?...
She felt momentarily relieved by her own digits in the hot interior of her vaginal
sheath, but the feeling didn't last, and tentatively, she began to move them slowly,
feeling her disappointment at the fact that she had to be doing this to herself while
another woman was getting the real thing. Now, as always before, she was guided by
the passionate instinct which was slowly and surely taking complete control, the instinct
of need unfulfilled. She had no recourse but to yield herself up to it completely. She
couldn't fight it. She had to admit her failure to herself, and John and the woman's
orgiastic lovemaking in the room next to hers was like a slap in the face of her
neglected body, making it cry out for the same thing. Furtively, her fingers dug deeper
and deeper, kneading crazily at the palpitating walls of her vaginal sheath. Her brain
was fermenting with wild, graphic images... the woman stretched out on the bed, her
long luscious legs askew, the gleaming pink flesh of her hungry young pussy visible
beneath the thatch of her cuntal hair – John, his cock long and thick and swollen with
passion guiding it toward the waiting opening... Bruce thrusting deeper and deeper into
her own stormy depths while she scissored her legs open and accepted him totally in
her eager cunt. Her passion was spurred to greater fury by the near-real images which
invaded her mind, and were re-enforced by each new sound from the wildly fucking
couple in the next room who were obviously rapidly nearing culmination.
"OH, CHRIST, YOU SURE CAN FUCK, JUDY...!"
Bruce used to tell her things like that, Susan thought. There were times in his wild
moments of passion when she and her husband would throw all caution to the wind,
each screaming out obscenities, words Susan never said except in the orgasmic passion
with her husband. She could almost believe now that she was writhing in bed, a long,
hot penis fucking into her juicy cunt... that she was in the woman's place next door, her
naked body flailing in wanton abandon, her mouth open, gasping for air, her hips
bucking and churning under the delicious impaling of a thick, passion-charged cock
which was storming deeper, faster into her.
With a moan, she jammed her fingers deeper into her warm, clutching pussy. The
heated inner walls lapped and clenched greedily at the invading fingers, and a thin
stream of perspiration ran down the crease of her buttocks and she raised her soft
buttery globes expectantly off her bed, her vagina flowering open as her fingers
plundered the secrets of her pulsating pussy. Her head lashed from side to side, her
shoulder-length, full brown hair trailing across her chiseled features. To the same
rhythm, her fingers rotated deliciously within her throbbing vagina and her pelvis
began to undulate forcefully in time to her finger-fucking.
Her body rocked and bucked in the age old tempo of copulation, and for the moment,
she forgot that she was alone, that she had only her fingers to give her arousal. She
forgot everything but the incredible pleasure she was feeling, spreading throughout her
entire body. Waves of joyous delight and heat were washing over her gyrating form as
her firm buttocks jiggled and rippled beneath the explosive stimulation of her loins. Her
lubricant-soaked fingers stabbed without mercy into her delirious vaginal sheath as she
writhed ecstatically in abandoned self manipulation. Her legs pulled up towards her
shoulders to give greater access to her feverish digits, and they raged insanely over the
tormented hub of her desires.
She groaned desperately, heedless of who might hear. Her inadequate hands tore
mindlessly at her raging cunt, and she knew that she was nearing climax, from the
thunder which was exploding in her brain. She felt as if she was on fire, every inch of
her flesh scorched with burning excitement, and deep groans were gurgling inhumanly
in her throat.
"FUCK ME HARDER... HARDER... AAAGGGHHH..."
Frenzied screams, the woman called Judy, paralyzing Susan, and then: "I'M
CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG... AAARRRGGGHHH...!!!"
Judy was cumming! A wave of jealousy bowled Susan over. Judy was climaxing from
the forceful thrusts of John's massive penis... her body was alive with sensation... the
ecstasy caused by deep, hard masculine drives into her cunt... It wasn't fair... she was
going to cum, too, but she had only her fingers. They helped a little, but they were
nothing like the real thing. No hand could take the place of a man's cock between her
legs... Nothing could... nothing...


Chapter 2

Lori Mead smiled as she watched Bill Jennings studying. She really liked the blonde
senior boy. She was convinced that she was the luckiest girl in her whole school. Bill
was so popular, and all the girl's were green with envy because Bill would invite her to
his home to study. Most of the friends Lori had would beg her to ask Bill for a date
with them, but Lori would just laugh them off. She wasn't about to spoil a good thing.
She didn't like the idea of another girl dating Bill. God knows she had gone through
enough trouble just to get him to notice her in the first place. Even though he would
come into the sporting shop enough times, nothing Lori tried to do could get him to
ask her out for the longest time. Of course, he was seeing Maggie Johnson, who was, as
far as Lori was concerned, the biggest slut in the school. Dark-haired Maggie would
make a special point of mentioning that she needed bras that were as large as her
mother's. While Lori also wore bras, her breasts were not nearly as large as Maggie's.
For some reason, though, Bill had tired of Maggie, and when he finally asked Lori to go
out with him, the fourteen year old red-head had been totally agog with rapture. To
think... Bill Jennings, the quarterback of the high school football team was interested in
her. He was all a girl could want. He was handsome, smart, his parents had a lot of
money, and he could kiss like none of the other boys Lori had ever dated. Just pressing
her lips against his, when they necked, was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
The young girl found that she couldn't concentrate in her studying. She lowered the
book onto her lap, looking across the room to Bill, but thinking about other things. Bill
had asked her-if she wanted to go steady. Naturally, she'd said yes, but when she asked
her mother for permission, the older woman had said no. Even though Lori liked her
mother, there were times when she seemed so old-fashion. Lori wondered if that was
why she didn't have a father like all the other girls. She knew that her mother had been
married once, and she could still remember faint thoughts of the man who was her
father. Daughter and father had never been close, though. He was away so much of the
time. And when he had gone, never to return, the young girl hardly missed him. She
wondered if he was anything like Bill was now, but there was no way she could tell.
Her mother never talked about her father, and Lori could sense that the topic of
conversation only made her mother feel bad. It was almost like talking about sex. Lori
was coming of age where petting and necking were no longer enough. She knew the
basics of sex... she'd learned them in her health class in school, and the young girl had
come to understand that babies were made by going all the way. Her mother had told
her that going all the way was something only a husband and wife did with each other.
There were times, though, when Lori was very tempted to take all her clothes off when
Bill would ask her. She would feel shivery all over, especially between her legs.
Sometimes she would get all wet and sticky there, and she knew, instinctively, that Bill's
hands against her vagina would feel so good. She would always stop him just as he
would reach up under her blouse. Even though she wanted him to touch her naked,
well-formed breasts, she had been taught that something like that was wrong. It was
one thing to have his hands pressing against her soft, pliant mounds when they were
covered by her sweaters and bra, but to be naked like that... that was something the
young girl wasn't sure she could handle. She trusted her mother's judgement. The older
woman had told her daughter that she must save herself for the man she married, as
she had, and Lori believed her. But now, as she gazed at the handsome blond boy
reading his science book, she began to think that he would like her all the more if she
could prove to him that she was a full grown woman, and not the little girl he seemed
to think she was.
Then, for some reason, Lori found that she was thinking of John, the man who had just
moved into her house. He was very nice... just about the way she vaguely remembered
her father being. She hadn't been all that embarrassed by being seen wearing only her
robe. Somehow, it was almost as if her father had returned for a visit. It was alright to
have your father see you naked, the young girl thought. After all, she and her mother
would sometimes take showers together, and there was nothing wrong with that. Her
mother was such a lovely woman... Lori hoped that she looked like her mother when
she became older. Even though mother and daughter had different color hair, Lori
thought they looked pretty much alike. She had seen pictures of her mother when she
was a little girl, and Lori thought the two of them were just twins with twenty years
between them. And her mother was a very active woman. She would go out on dates
with men sometimes, and during the summer months, going to the beach with her
mother was almost as much fun as going with her friends.
"I asked you if you were about through studying."
Lori shook her head, and realized that she had been drifting off into another world,
thinking about the summer months and the lazy days spent on the beach.
"Uh... yeah, I'm just about finished," she said, picking up her book. She glanced at the
wall clock in the living room and realized that it was getting late. Even though she
didn't have to worry about going to school for another four days, her mother liked her
to be home by eleven o'clock. It was now a little after, and the howling winter winds
outside told the girl that she would never be able to get home for another half hour. It
was less than a mile from Bill's house to her own, but everything would be covered with
snow.
"Well, then," Bill said, marking his place in his book and setting it down on the table.
"Suppose we have a little fun then. Mom and Dad won't be home until after midnight.
And with the weather being like it is, they could be late... very late."
He ended his statement with a smile, and Lori knew what he was getting at. She smiled
back at him. She liked kissing and pressing her body against Bill. He was so strong and
muscled. Sometimes they would lay on his couch for hours, their lips locked tightly.
She would open her mouth and let him French her. That was something she had never
allowed any other boy to do. And once, she had let him place his hand against the jean
and panty covered juncture of her thighs for a while. She had had to pull it off, because
he was suddenly fumbling with the clasp around her waist. She may like him, but she
couldn't allow that to happen. It was just too much.
As he watched her smiling back at him, Bill's cock gave a lurch against his slacks. Hell,
a man can only take just so much, he thought. He'd been going out with Lori for
almost four months now, and all he'd gotten was a quick feel... through her clothes, no
less. Tonight was going to be different, he thought. Tonight, he was going to get her so
hot that there would be no stopping her. Shit, by this time, when he was going out with
Maggie, he'd already fucked her a couple of times. He'd stopped going out with her
because Lori seemed so eager to have him. Taking it easy with a girl was one thing, but
there comes a time when a guy has to put his foot down. Enough is enough, and Bill
had had more than enough. Christ, her clothes were so tight that he could see the slit
of her cunt, and her breasts, though not as large as Maggie's, were just as nice looking.
He was tired of seeing them through her clothing. He wanted to see them as they really
were.
With a low, throaty chuckle, he walked over to her, and sat next to her on the couch,
draping his arm around her and pulling her against him. Their lips met, and Lori felt
the familiar waves of happiness wash over her. Kissing Bill like this had to be the most
wonderful thing in the world, she thought quickly. She noticed something a little
different this time, though. His lips were pressing against hers tighter than they usually
did, and his hands, instead of being on her face, were resting against her back, his
fingers open and lightly stroking her skin.
"I really like you, Lori," he breathed heavily after their long embrace. "I like you a lot."
The young girl shivered as she heard the words. Was he saying that he loved her? That
would be the most wonderful thing... if Bill said that he loved her. It would mean that
they could get married, and she could give herself to him the way she really wanted to.
"I really like you too," she said, surprised at the heaviness of her breathing. A feeling of
apprehension flittered over her. Something was different this time. She could just tell.
She wasn't sure if she liked it or not. It kind of frightened her.
"Well... since we like each other, why don't we go farther then we usually do."
"You mean... sleep with each other?" the young girl said, her voice cracking a little.
"Naw... we don't have to go to sleep. We could uh... do it right here on the couch...
before my parents got home. No one would know."
"I would know," Lori said, pulling her body away from him and looking into his eyes as
though she were seeing him for the first time. "We've talked about this... and I... I just
don't want to."
"Well, who not? For God's sake, Lori, you must be the only virgin left in the high
school."
"That's not true. There are lots of girls who haven't... done that."
"Yeah, well, they're all kids. I thought you were more mature and grown up then they
are."
He spoke as though he was totally disgusted with her, as though he wanted her to
know that he was disappointed with her. It was a trick he had been taught by one of his
older friends in college... get the girl to come around to you by making her think that
she's not grown up enough. She'll go out of her way to prove you wrong.
Lori was very hurt by what Bill was telling her. She almost wanted to do what he was
asking, but she knew that she shouldn't. She still believed what her mother had told
her, and she tried to deny the thrills of pleasure coursing through her body as she
thought of what it would be like to be naked in front of Bill. As if on cue, her breasts
gave a desperate tingling, pressing her nipples tighter against the confining cups of her
bra.
Bill thought he could detect a slight relaxation of Lori's luscious body as he said
nothing more. He still carried a hurt look on his face, and finally, Lori pressed her
supple body against his, trying to recapture the mood which had been broken moments
ago. "God, Lori," he said, "you know I don't want to fight with you. I can really
understand how you feel. It's quite a big step for a young girl like you to take. When
we're petting, it feels so good to touch you. How can something that feels so good be
wrong?"
Lori shook her head, not quite sure of herself. The sudden change in Bill's mood threw
her. She really wasn't sure what he would do next.
"Come on..." he said, his voice once again becoming more soothing and patient. "Let's
just make out, like we always do."
This was more to Lori's liking. At least it was something she was familiar with. Again
they embraced, Bill pulling her down on the narrow couch, his hands reaching, up to
cup the sensual swell of her lushly ripened breasts. He'd decided that he would be just a
little slower with her. If he could just get her hot enough, he was convinced that she
would let him go all the way. He had to get her trust back first. And when he had it...
he was really gonna put it to her. He would have to. He was tired of masturbating after
she left him. This was it!
Lori felt his long tongue moistly prodding into her own unresisting mouth. This is
much better, she thought. At least she could handle him if he didn't try to force herself
on him. Once again trusting him, she felt her own tongue meeting his and stabbing
wildly into his warm mouth, sending rampant thrills of intense desire searing through
her body. She fully believed that the matter about sex was settled now, and she molded
her form against his as she prepared for a necking session with the most popular boy in
her school.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as they lay against each other on the couch. While she
thought he was merely kissing her, she was finally brought out of the passionate trance
she had placed herself in, and she noticed that his hands had slipped under her blouse
and were now squeezing her breasts from under her clothing. She could feel his fingers
tracing a path lightly along the lacy upper part of her bra. This was farther that she had
ever let him go before, and for what seemed like forever, she was held spellbound as his
fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her quivering breasts. Then he was
taking her ripe mounds into his mouth, kissing them, first one, and then the other, his
hard hot tongue spiking her nipples to a tingling erection that sent electric surges of
sensation running from the tips of her shoeless feet to the top of her skull. She could
feel herself loosing the control she had fought so hard to keep, and it was all she could
do to say the things she knew she had to.
"No, Bill... please... no... we mustn't... my mother... mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh...
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh...!" The innocent young high school
girl's weak protests melted into a groan of ecstasy as his strong teeth fastened on her
left breast, biting the nipple first softly, then harder as his hands continued to squeeze
at the firm flesh of her ripe young breasts. She decided, quickly, that she would let him
go as far as he had, but no further.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, Lori, your tits are so soft... so warmm... They feel so good!"
The aroused redhead shook her head mutely, not wanting to admit to herself that his
sucking on her excitedly tingling breasts felt good... so much better than just his hands.
But she had to stop him. She couldn't let her control slip any further. "No Bill... we...
we have to stop!" she managed to say, even though it took almost all her strength. It
made her feel so grown up... so much like the woman she wanted to become.
Bill seemed to sense the total lack of conviction in her voice. His hands were running
down along her rib cage now, slowly, almost imperceptivity inching toward the waist
clasp of her jeans. His fingers were like feathers on the flat, exposed silken flesh of her
belly, and then, without unbuckling her pants, his fingers slipped under her clothing,
the tips of his fingers reaching for, and finding, the forbidden vee of her sparse pubic
hair. Lori was at first too aroused to say anything, but she finally managed to find the
strength. As soon as she opened her mouth to protest, though, her words changed to a
moan of pleasure... a pleasure she had never known before, and one that she wasn't
sure she wanted to stop.
"Oooooooooooooooohhh... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she groaned in mindless bliss as his
finger unzipped the zipper of her tight jeans and stroked along the sensitive wet slit of
her virginal little pussy. It rubbed in teasing circles around the quivering bud of her
hard clitoris. Oh God! She'd done something like this to herself several times in the
past, but not once had it ever felt this good. She would never have dreamed that
another person's hand on her vagina could make her feel so wonderful!
For a brief moment, Lori's mind cleared, and she was aware that her jeans were being
pulled down over her hips and thighs. She had to put a stop to this... This was wrong.
Even though it felt so good, it was wrong. "No! Stop! Stop!" she said, her voice hoarse
and thick, her breathing ragged. But it was no use. The cold air wafted against her
exposed loins as his fingers merely swirled across the erect clitoris even more eagerly,
then pushed through the moistened lips of her pulsing vagina. I shouldn't let him go
any farther, she thought. I have to stop him. Mother said this is wrong.
But her body, as though following the commands of a brain of its own, began to twitch
and squirm in helpless abandon, and she merely moaned as he pulled her jeans and
panties completely from her body, her long legs spreading wider to give him freer
access to her wet, throbbing pussy.
"About time," Bill moaned under his breath, jerking his finger suddenly from her
heated vaginal flesh. "Now we're going to find out just how much of a woman you
really are. We're going to fuck, Lori, and you're going to like it. Trust me."
The hurried withdrawal of his finger from her hotly pulsating young cunt and the
words he uttered so shocked the thirteen year old girl that she didn't realize he had
unfastened his fly until she urgently pulsing head of his cock pressed against her naked
thigh. Realization hit her like a bucket of ice water, and she shuddered, jolted at last
from her unwanted erotic arousal.
"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T!" Lori cried out, as she stiffened her body and tried to move
away from him, clamping her thighs together in an involuntary motion of protection.
"Open your legs!" Bill gasped, clawing at the tender flesh of her inner thighs with his
strong fingers. "For God's sake, Lori, you know it feels good."
"Noooooooooooo! Get away... get away from me!" the now-frightened girl wailed in
near hysteria. "NOooooooo!" The lovely redhead's tight-pressed thighs had trapped his
invading penis between them, but her fear-tensed muscles squeezing his blood-inflated
cock-head only served to enflame his already uncontrollable lust for her. He was certain
that if he could just get his cock into her, she would see that there was nothing to be
afraid of. She would like it, if he could only show her how wonderful it felt. Christ,
Maggie had put up this much of a struggle, and as soon as his cock had entered her,
she acted as though she couldn't get enough of it.
Lori felt Bill's body buck and jerk above her own nakedly cringing loins, felt his long
hard penis ramming back and forth between her tightly clamped thighs, heard his
incoherent gasps spewing from his mouth. She couldn't do what he wanted. She just
couldn't! Petting was one thing, but this... this was much more than she had ever
dreamed.
Then, much to her horror, his wildly throbbing cock began spurting out gushes of hot
thick sperm all over her trembling thighs. Lori lay completely still, trying desperately to
suppress the strange sensations of regret that spread throughout her unsatisfied body.
Why? she asked mentally. Why can't I have him the way I really want?
By the time Bill raised himself off her body to glare at her in anger, she could feel tears
of disappointment well behind her eyes. God! Oh, God! If she had it to do all over
again, she would have spread her legs like he asked. She would let him fuck her... let
him make her a woman!
"Goddamn it, Lori!" Bill exclaimed, rising to his feet with his rapidly deflating penis
still in one hand. "What the hell did you do something stupid like that for?"
The young girl couldn't answer. She couldn't explain her feelings to herself, let alone to
another person. She could only look at Bill and hope that he would give her another
chance. She could do it now... she was certain of it! She could be a woman for Bill. She
could be everything Maggie had been.
"You bitch, Lori," he raged again. You cold, cockteasing bitch!"
"Bill... I..." she started to say.
"Don't try and give me any apology," he snapped. "Shit, you'd think we were living in
the last century or something. I thought you were really with it. I thought you really
knew what the score was. I should have known better than to waste my time with a
cock-teasing girl."
Lori opened her mouth, but she couldn't think of anything to say. The half-naked
young boy bent down and picked up her jeans and threw them at her. "Here, you better
put these back on. We wouldn't want the little baby to catch cold, now would we?"
"Bill... please..."
"Yeah... I know what the story is. You want to wait until you're married. Well, that's
just too bad. I didn't have to wait before I met you, and I certainly won't have to wait
any more."
"Can't we talk?" she asked, her voice cracking with her pleading. She wanted him to
think of her as a woman. If she could only get him to listen, she would somehow find
the courage to do what he wanted. She was so aroused now that she wanted it as badly
as he did. But she needed a little time to calm her nerves.
"Talk with a cold slab of meat like you? That's a laugh. You come in here all smiles and
ready to pet. Fine. But like they say... when the going gets tough, the tough get going.
And you're pretty tough. So just get out of my sight!"
Lori could feel tears welling up in her eyes. How could her whole world have suddenly
collapsed in on her like this. Just an hour ago, she was feeling gay and happy. Now for
some reason, she felt so bad that she wanted to die. She wanted to get away from Bill as
much as he wanted her to leave. Maybe she could talk to him later... make him
understand that she just didn't know what she had been doing. She could feel his eyes
burning through her as she dressed, and then picked up her coat and books to leave.
She didn't want to look at him. She felt as though she had not only failed him, but
herself as well. She was so sure that she was a woman... and the fact that she might still
be a little girl was something she did not want to admit to herself.
"And don't bother coming back!" he snapped at her as she opened up the front door
and walked into the icy night wind. "I don't ever want to have anything to do with a
little girl like you again!"
That had been the worst thing he could have told her. It meant that she would never
get a chance to make up to him what she had done. She would never get a chance to
show him that she really could be a woman...

* * *

The walk home, through the howling wind and blowing snow seemed to clear Lori's
mind a little.
Even though it was bitter outside, she didn't notice. She would have to talk to her
mother. The two had always been close, and Lori was glad that she could talk to her
about just about anything. Her mother had explained the facts of life to her long ago,
though nothing she had said could have made the young girl ready for what happened
tonight.
Lori could remember the times she had fingered herself. Her mother had told her that
something like that was not bad, though the young girl could never bring herself to tell
her mother that she had actually done it. It gave her a great sense of relief to know that
her mother seemed to understand what the young girl could be growing through.
What could she tell her mother, though? That she was not sorry about what had
happened, only that it hadn't turned out right? That she would gladly go all the way
next time... if there were a next time? The young girl wasn't sure what she would tell
her mother. She would do like she always did... start out and see where the
conversation went. She hoped her mother would not be angry with Bill. There was no
reason why she should be. Strangely, now that she was away from Bill's house, Lori
didn't hate him, even though he had called her a little girl and had so much as thrown
her out in the cold. She was hoping he would at least walk her home. It was much too
cold a night to be walking alone.
The house was dark when Lori finally arrived. She let herself in the front door and
walked silently through the house part of the building. There were no lights on. That
meant her mother would not be up, waiting for her to come home. She would have to
go and wake her up.
Lori hesitated for a moment. She wondered if perhaps she shouldn't sleep on what had
happened. It might give her a better chance to think of what she would say to her
mother. She could collect her thoughts better after a good night's sleep. But the wild
tingling in her unsatisfied little vagina was a constant reminder that she would not be
able to handle this problem by herself. Even is she were to go to bed and finger herself,
she would never be able to sleep. She couldn't get the image of Bill glowering at her out
of her mind. She knew she would run through a thousand different conversations in
her mind, keeping her up until dawn. She just knew it. She hadn't felt like this since
the first time she had brought herself to orgasm. She had felt strangely guilty then, as
though the wonderful feelings that had happened were for some reason too good for
her. Talking to her mother the next morning had helped, but not as much as it would
have had she talked to her the night before. She didn't want to spend a restless, fitful
night in the cold darkness of her house.
The winter winds whipping around the house seemed to be a strange omen as the
young girl slowly climbed the stairs to her mother's bedroom. Even though she thought
her mother might be asleep, the young girl knew she would gladly help her with any
problem at any time. At the head of the stairs, she stopped. She still didn't know what
she was going to say. How does a daughter tell her mother that her boyfriend tried to...
tried to make love to her, and that what was bothering her was that she hadn't the
courage to go through with it. Lori knew her mother's beliefs on a woman making love
with a man she wasn't married to. Would her mother think that she had failed? Would
she think that Lori was little more than a cheap young tramp. That was what her
mother had called Maggie Johnson. Lori would never be able to take her mother
thinking that of her!
The young girl's heart was pounding in her chest as she stood at the head of the stairs,
her head lowered in a sense of shame she could not understand. Dam... if she didn't
talk to her mother, she would only cry herself to sleep, and she would feel so bad the
next morning that she wouldn't know what to do. No... if her mother had taught her
anything, it was that a problem had to be taken care of when it came up. Putting it off
only made things worse.
Gritting her teeth with determination, Lori inched to her mother's bedroom.
And then she stopped! She could hear something making a noise in there, and she was
almost certain she could hear something coming from Mr. Martin's room as well. At
first, it was impossible for the young girl to pick out the jumbled voice, and two
women! Could her mother actually have someone in her bedroom with her? That was
impossible! Her mother would never do something like that. That could only mean one
thing... her mother was hurt. Even though there hadn't been many crimes in Port City,
the young girl knew that no town was free from something like that. Maybe Mr. Martin
had done something to her mother. Even though she liked the stranger, she didn't
know very much about him. She would never have thought that Bill could be the way
he was... maybe she had been wrong about Mr. Martin as well.
"Mother?" she called out in a voice so soft and quiet she almost didn't hear it herself.
When she got no answer, she decided that she would look into her mother's room.
God! If something had happened to her... if she were hurt or something, who ever had
done it might still be there!
As quietly as she could, the young girl placed her hand on the knob to her mother's
bedroom door, then turned it slowly, praying that if there were anyone in the room,
they would not notice the slight creaking sound the door made as she pushed it in.
For a moment, the young girl's eyes could not make out the bouncing form on her
mother's bed. Her ears were assaulted by the strange mixture of combined pants, moans
and chants. She closed her eyes, and tried to concentrate on what she was hearing.
Through the thin wall separating her mother's room from the guest room, she heard
what was a woman's voice, screaming as though at the top of her lungs...
"I'M CCCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM-MMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGG...
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR...!"
The chilling cry pierced through the young girl's ears, and she could feel goose-bumps
covering her skin. She knew what was happening! Even though she had never heard the
words before, she knew instinctively what the woman who had screamed it meant. She
was having an orgasm... something Lori had learned about in her sex class in school.
The aching tingle in the young girl's loins increased in intensity as the thought of what
she had just come from at Bill's house. That was what Bill wanted to give her... That
was what she had brought on herself several times with her own fingers. But she had
never screamed like that. She would have been too afraid that someone would hear her!
Then she opened her eyes, and focused on the writhing form on the bed. It was her
mother... totally naked, her nightdress pulled up around her neck, her legs spread wide
as her own hands and fingers were clawing at her gyrating vagina. The .young girl
could see the contrasting whiteness of her mother blatantly against the sheets of her
bed. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were tightly clenched shut, and she looked
just like what Lori looked like when she... when she fingered herself there... in her
vagina. My God! My mother is masturbating! was all the redhead could think.
Somehow, she never though she would ever see another woman doing this to herself.
She never thought grown-ups did things like that. That was why she wanted to be
grown-up... so she would never have to bring herself the feelings she liked. A woman
shouldn't have to do something like that! Lori's own hand went to her mouth to
prevent her from screaming out her shock, and her other hand went automatically to
the wet spot at her seething loins. She could hear her mother panting loudly, just like
she would do before her hand became all sticky and wet with the juice that would flow
out from between her flushed vaginal lips. Her eyes were open wide as she stared at the
bucking form of her mother on the bed.
Susan was totally lost in the throes of her orgasm. In the darkness of her total sense of
loneliness, she almost cried as she heard Judy cry out her second orgasm right after her
first. The mother moaned in her torment and passion combined as she felt her body
awash with waves of heated passion.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she chanted, heedless of the fact that her daughter was
watching intently. Her hips were churning, her fingers demonically probing and
swirling inside her frenzied depths. Her head was spinning and her mouth was open,
her lips twisted grotesquely. Her breasts were bobbing and she was grinding her
tormented pussy hard against her churning fingers. She was cumming too, and she felt
as if her body was being washed away, every single rational thought banished from her
mind and her flesh cleansed of nagging desire and want and feeling.
From far, far away, a deep, throaty masculine voice assailed her: "CHRIST... I'M...
I'M... UUUGGGHHHHHHHHH HHHHNNNNNNNN..!"
She knew that John was climaxing too, pouring his white hot passion into the woman's
hotly accepting belly. In her half-satiated demented state, Susan could almost feel the
heated wetness of his gushing offering as it cascaded frothily into her depths, pouring
with incredible intensity from the sanctity of his balls, and streaming non-stop into the
hot, receptive cavern of her thirsty pussy. Her brain was bombarded with a splintering
orgy of nude figures, fucking in all different positions in hurricane velocity. Her arms
and legs thrashed wildly as her hot steaming orgasmic fluids drifted down over her
drubbing fingers, warming her through and through... only it wasn't her fingers. It was
Bruce... or John... or some other large, masculine pleasure-giving cock which was at last
emptied and was slipping away from her wetly, satiated cunt.
Lori watched as though she was held by some unexplainable force. As she saw her
mother finally slow her movements, she inched out the door, pulling it shut as quietly
as she could. For a long time, she stood in the hall, trying to comprehend what she had
seen and heard. Her mother was masturbating... fingering her own vagina! Lori had
always thought that her mother was strong, that she would never have to do something
like that! Even though Lori knew there was nothing wrong with fingering herself, the
young girl thought of it as something childish, something girls did, but not women. She
knew she would never be able to talk to her mother tonight. She would never get the
sight of her mother's wide-spread legs out of her mind. Lori felt so embarrassed for her
mother that all she wanted to do was go to her own bedroom and cry herself to sleep.
As she tip-toed through the house, she began to think that perhaps she wouldn't talk to
her mother after all. Maybe she could talk to Mr. Martin. He seemed like a nice man,
and he might be able to tell her what was going on in Bill's mind.
Yes! That was it! She would talk to a man about this! Even though he was a stranger,
Lori felt a kinship with him. Perhaps if she thought of him as her father, he would
think of her as his daughter. She was pretty certain that she knew what her mother
would say. Her mother had told her time and time again that a woman shouldn't have
sex with a man she wasn't married to. But Mr. Martin... She would be able to get a
fresh insight on life from a stranger... especially from one she liked!
Alone in her bed, Susan was finally coming back to her senses. Again she had failed.
Again she had resorted to the lonely feelings which came to her every night. This time
had been the worst. This time she was blatantly reminded of the fact that she hadn't
had a penis in her vagina in years... too many years. It was something she didn't like to
think about. No matter how hard she tried, though, she knew she would never be able
to forget the pleasures Bruce had brought her... the pleasures she had come to take for
granted right up until the time he left her. Her fingers eased the physical emptiness a
little. They provided a short respite from the emptiness in her loins. God! If only she
never knew how wonderful it felt to have a man's cock... a man's thick, hard, throbbing
penis fucking into her vagina... then at least she could be satisfied with her fingers. As it
was, almost as soon as she climaxed, the pleasures were over, and she would once again
be reminded of the fact that she was alone. She wished she could somehow change the
way she felt about sex with men. Her experience with Bruce had left her with a bad
taste in her mouth for almost eight years. She was not bitter to all men. She just knew
that she would never allow herself to be so free. Even being married to Bruce had not
saved her from the loneliness she was feeling as she thought of the satisfaction Judy,
John's visitor, was probably feeling at this very moment.
Susan allowed her mind to rest. At least the tingling in her vagina would not keep her
awake for the rest of the night. She had taken care of that enough to allow her to go to
sleep. But she would still have to live with the knowledge that unless she changed her
whole way of thinking, she would have to eek out the rest of her natural existence by
being alone... watching the world seem to pass her by, while she lived in the cold cloud
of emotional solitude.
In John's room, the new lodger and Judy Merril, his current lover, were catching their
breaths.
"Shit, you little cunt... I'd all but forgotten what a nice little fucker you are."
The voluptuous blonde woman chuckled under her breath. "And who's fault is that?"
"Yeah... well, you know how things are. I just don't like to settle down."
"So you decided that you would cool your heels for a little while, right lover?"
"You got it, sugar. There comes a time when you gotta sit down and take a breather."
From the other side of his room, Samson gave a loud whining yawn.
"Who was taking care of the little cunt-lapper?" John asked her, moving around on the
bed to fish out his pack of cigarettes.
"Samson? He's really quite something. I could really enjoy taking care of him every
time you decide to take off for parts unknown."
"I'm sure you could, lover," he said, smiling at her through his cloud of cigarette
smoke. "But me and Samson... shit, I've had him for close to five years. I'd be lost
without him."
"From what I've seen of this place, you wouldn't be lost without me," she said, a teasing
hurt in her voice.
"Afraid I don't follow you, lover-cunt."
"I hear there's two women in this place. It must be kind of cozy, having two free cunts
walking around, begging for a taste of that log between your legs."
"You can just forget about that little fantasy," he said, taking a deep drag on his
cigarette. "One of them is as cold as dry ice. I talked to some of the men around town,
and they told me that the landlady is all talk and no action."
"And the other?"
"The other is a real cock-tease... a fucking thirteen year old pussy that doesn't fuck any
more than her mother."
"Her mother must have fucked at one time. Children don't grow on trees, you know."
"Yeah... I hear what your saying. Shit, Judy-cunt, at the moment, I got more than most
men got."
"Like what, lover?"
"Like you. I may work on this landlady and her daughter, but not until I decide it's
worth the work."
She laughed and brought both her arms around his neck, while Samson got to his feet,
walked around several times, and once again curled up and went to sleep.


Chapter 3

As violent as the winter storm had been during the night, the morning was as clear and
peaceful as possible. The wind had died down completely, and the skies had cleared. All
over the Port City area was a thick blanket of snow, clean and white. There were drifts
in places, but the main road had been cleared as soon as the snow had stopped falling.
With the coming of the sun came a rise in temperatures, making it possible to engage
in winter sports to the fullest possible degree.
The morning sun streamed in through Susan's bedroom window, and the reflection of
the sunlight off the snow made it seem to the auburn woman that a huge spotlight was
being focused through her window. She pulled herself out of bed, noting that it was
well after eight. If she wanted to open the sporting shop at nine, she would have to
hurry and get ready. A glance out her window told her that many people might want to
rent skis, toboggans and snow-mobiles. And she had them to rent. A day like today
didn't come all that often. Generally, the days were nice though overcast. People would
really want to get out on a clear sunny day like today... especially after the night.
Slipping into her robe, she hurried from her room to the kitchen of her house. Her
intent was to put a pot of coffee on the stove and have a quick something to eat. She
didn't want to take a great deal of time. It was the work, more than anything else, that
helped her live with the loneliness she had been unable to escape the night before.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, though, she stopped, gasping a little. She had
expected it to be empty, but she could see John Martin standing over the stove, fixing
himself breakfast. The smell of fried eggs and bacon filled the kitchen, and the aroma
made Susan feel very hungry.
"Good morning, John," she said, trying to be friendly. "I would have thought that you
would want to fix breakfast in your own room."
He turned, a little startled by her unexpected entry. "Well, I would," he explained
casually. "But I can't seem to get the stove to work. I went out and bought some things.
I hope you don't mind. If you like, you can join me. I always cook more than I need."
Susan looked at him, and then looked around the kitchen. The woman he'd had with
him the night before was no where in sight.
"You mean, you've been up for some time?" she asked. She would have thought that
after moving in... and making love all night, he would want to sleep in.
"I like getting up early," he told her. "Makes me feel like I'm wasting the day if I stay in
bed too late."
"But I would have thought that... after last night..."
She stopped. She knew that his private life was really none of her concern, and she
didn't want to embarrass him by mentioning it.
"Last night?" he said, leaning against the stove. "What happened last night?"
His question was totally innocent sounding. "I... uh... heard you and Judy... uh... in
your room..."
He broke out into a hearty laughter. "Oh... that! Well, I promise that the next time, we
won't be quite so loud. We hadn't really thought that there would be anyone up so
late."
Susan blushed and lowered her head. John looked at her, and felt his penis once again
give a little lurch in his pants. She's acting just like a virgin who can't really talk about
sex, he thought. If I can get her to talk about what happened to her husband, I should
really be able to clean up with her.
"I hope you weren't offended by what you heard," he said determined that he would be
friendly. He could tell that fucking her would be well worth what ever patience it took.
Just looking at her full, wide-spaced breasts told him everything he wanted to know –
and the way she crossed her legs under the table, exposing much of her firm, smooth
thighs through the split of her robe... God... if he looked hard enough, he could see the
small tuft of her cuntal hair nestled between her legs. He was pretty certain that she
wouldn't want him to be looking there, so he kept his wandering eyes as discreet as he
could. When she looked up to him, he quickly shifted his glance from the lusciousness
of her thighs to the deep, sensual brown of her innocent-looking eyes.
"Well," she finally said, "I wasn't really all that embarrassed. I was a little concerned
about Lori though. She's so young... She might get the wrong idea about what
happened."
"Just what would be the wrong idea?" he asked her, smiling a little. "She must know by
now that men and women fuck. Someday, she'll be doing it herself."
"I've always tried to teach her that only husbands and wives... do that... with each
other."
She looked at him with her brow furrowed. She didn't approve of his use of the word
"fuck" but she wasn't going to let that throw her. Words meant so little these days.
She'd heard a lot worse from some of the loggers who lived and worked in the town.
"Thinking like that is a little old-fashioned," he said, keeping his voice as warm and
friendly as he could. "But far be it from me to try and tell you how to raise your
daughter."
Hearing him say that made her feel a little better. At least she could see that he wasn't
going to try and impose his beliefs on her. As she sipped on her coffee, she thought of
how she had felt last night. She quickly glanced at him, and could feel that strange
feeling again... the feeling she had first felt when he walked into the store the day
before. Against her will, she could feel her breasts swelling slightly, and her vaginal lips
gave a tingling. God... she wanted to have him. She wanted to have his cock fucking
into her too-long empty cunt. It had been too long since she'd felt a man's hands
holding her passionately, his fingers lightly stroking her back, her belly, her fluffy
mound of brown cuntal hair. She shifted her position, trying to alleviate the unwanted
arousal, and she noticed that she was already seeping cuntal fluids against her robe and
nightie.
As though on cue, Lori suddenly bounded into the room, as bright and chipper this
morning as she had been morose the night before.
"Good morning, everyone," she said. Both Susan and John turned to look at her as she
sat down next to her mother and fished out a doughnut from the box that was always
kept on the table.
"Did you and Bill have a nice night last night?" her mother asked to make conversation.
She didn't like admitting it to herself, but it seemed all too natural to be sitting at the
breakfast table like this... mother, daughter and a near-total stranger who was so much
like Bruce in so many ways as to be frightening. Susan hadn't felt like this with any of
the other boarders she'd taken in. It was as though her family were re-united after so
many years.
Lori's brightness faded as quickly as it had appeared. She looked out the kitchen
window while she munched on her doughnut and seemed to be in deep thought. "It
was alright," she said. "We had a lot of fun."
The young girl felt a little uncomfortable with her mother for the first time in her life.
She hadn't forgotten about what had happened the night before, but she hadn't given it
any thought either. Being so young, she could flit from one problem to another with
little more than a change in mood. Her mother's question had rekindled the mood
she'd felt when she'd come home and seen her mother fingering her vagina. And she
hadn't forgotten that she wanted to talk to Mr. Martin about what had happened with
Bill. She didn't know how she could go about getting him alone. .She certainly didn't
want to talk about that with him while her mother was around.
"Say, you two," John said, noting that there was a strange, uncomfortable silence among
the three of them. "As long as I'm going to be living here for a while, I was wondering
if either of you could tell me what goes on in this town. I've got some time to kill, as
long as the camps aren't going to be hiring for a week or so..."
"There's nothing to do in this place," Lori said with a tone of disgust in her voice... the
tone that comes from having lived in a small area for a long time and having seen
everything there was to offer.
"Oooohhh, now," Susan said, "that's not all that true. This is a winter playground. If it
weren't, I wouldn't do half the business I do."
"Like what?" John asked. As long as he was just going to be taking it easy, he thought
he might as well have something to do.
"Well... there's the ice sail boats," Susan offered." It's a perfect day for something like
that."
"Awwwwwwww... I've done that a million times," Lori said.
"It's something I've never done," John said, thinking that it might be a nice way to get
this little girl away from her mother and pump her for information, anything that
would make it easier for him to get into her nice-looking vagina.
"There you are," Susan said with an air of finality. "You and Mr. Martin could take the
display model out on the lake. I doubt that anyone is going to come in and want to see
it. It's a little early for something like that."
"What do you say, Lori?" John asked. "You've been under your sun lamp for so long,
I'll bet you've forgotten what the real thing looks like." Lori hadn't looked at it as a way
to talk to the stranger away from her mother, but now that he seemed so eager to go, it
seemed like the perfect thing to do.
"Well, I guess we could do that," she said, trying to hide the sudden eagerness she felt
at the proposed project. "There's not all that much to see, though."
"No, I'm sure there isn't... but it'll all be new to me, and that will make it exciting."
"Are you sure you can handle the sail boat, Lori?" her mother asked.
"Oh, sure... I've done it hundreds of times."
"It's something I've never done," John said.
Generally, he preferred the excitement of doing things in a large city. Running a sail
boat on ice was something he had never even considered before. It had just never
appealed to him. But what the hell, if he could get the trust of Susan Mead through her
daughter, it was worth a try.
"Well, I'll just stay here and run the store while you two are out having fun then. You
will be careful, won't you Lori?"
"Yes, Mother... I'll be careful."
"And be sure you dress warmly. It looks a lot warmer out than it really is. I'm sure Mr.
Martin can tell you about cold winds and how dangerous they are."
"We'll use some of the clothing from the shop," Lori said as she pushed herself from
the table and entered the store.
"You have a very nice daughter there, Susan," John said, using her first name for the
first time since he had moved in. Again Susan blushed. She hadn't even known this
man for a day yet, and she was already trusting him to be alone with her daughter.
There was something friendly about the man... something that brought out her trust
right away. She wished she could understand what it was. She generally didn't think
this way about people she'd just met. She could almost see him now, living with her for
the rest of his life, and she hardly knew anything about him. For all he had told her, he
might be an escaped convict wanted in every state for murder. For a very brief moment,
she thought of changing her mind. How could she let her daughter, a budding woman
eager to prove that she was grown up, be going out alone with this man who she knew
to carry on sexually in a way she didn't approve? Maybe that was it, she thought. Surely
John wouldn't try anything with a mere child when he had real women to give him
pleasure. And what could he do on the frozen surface of the lake? Nothing... absolutely
nothing!
John was given some light-weight, warm clothing, and when he was dressed for his little
adventure, Lori came down, looking just as lovely as ever, even though she was all
wrapped up in nylon ski clothes and a heavy fur-lined hood. It gave her a snow-queen
appearance.
"You know where the boat is Lori," Susan said. "Now the two of you be careful and
watch out for the wind."
"Yes mother, we'll be careful," Lori said as she led John out the back entrance.
The boat was a little thing, barely able to hold two people. After Lori had opened and
tied the sail, she climbed in, sitting between John's slightly spread legs. Her small-girl
ass fit snugly against his loins, and she pressed her whole body tightly against his.
"Now... you won't have to do anything," she said. "Not that there's all that much to do
really. Once we get going in the wind, we just ride around."
Placing his arms around the young girl's body, his palms nearly cupping her fully
developed breasts from behind, John decided that he would sit back and enjoy the ride.
He was certain that if he just played it cool, this little cock-teaser would come around to
him. While her mother had been too wrapped up in something to notice, John could
sense that the young girl was pretty shaken up over what had happened to her and this
Bill person her mother had mentioned at the kitchen table. As new as John was to
mother and daughter, it was clearly evident that the two of them had their little secrets.
Find out what those secrets are, he thought, and you're more than half-way home.
Lori was about to cast the boat off when a huge, long-haired German shepherd came
running up to them, barking happily, eager to be running around in the open spaces.
"I thought I knew all the dogs in the town," Lori said as she held out her hand for the
dog to sniff. "I've never seen this one before though."
"That's because he's my dog," John said with some pride in his voice. "Samson and I
have been together for quite some time."
"Do you want to bring him in the boat with us?"
"Something tells me he would rather just run along side."
"He won't be able to keep up," Lori warned. We can get going pretty fast once we hit
the ice."
Behind her, John shrugged. Lori pushed the boat away from it's mooring, and almost
instantly, the sail billowed in the wind, pulling the boat through the deep snow that
had piled up near the ice line. Samson ran to keep up, but as soon as the boat cleared
the snow and was running on a glimmering sheet of ice, the huge dog found that, true
to Lori's warning, he couldn't keep up. Several times, as the young girl steered the boat
around turns, the dog's four feet slid out from under him, and he would belly-slide for
a short distance. Finally, he sat down, watching with disappointment as the boat flew
away from him, and he decided that he might just as well go back to the house where
his master lived now. At least there it was warm.
In the boat, John was feeling something he would never have though possible. The
simple pleasure of being in the ice boat with Lori was like taking a drive for no reason
at all, leaving every care in the world behind for a while. The wind was cold, but only
against his exposed face. The sound of the wind whipping around him with the speed
of the boat made talking impossible, and he found that it was actually quite enjoyable
just being out on the lake, seeing other people who had boats like this one merely
enjoying the day. God, if he would have thought he could have this much fun from
doing next to nothing, he would have gotten stoned before he'd left.
For what seemed like a long while, he didn't even think about Susan or Lori. The speed
of the boat was nearly breathtaking, and while there was . not all that much to see, the
scenery was lovely. They had traveled out pretty far from the Port City harbor, and
could see the line of trees that rimmed that area of the lake. If anyone had told John
that he would enjoy something like this as much as he was right now, he would have
thought they were crazy. But, he reasoned to himself, this was why he had come to a
small town in the first place... It was sort of a respite... a vacation to get away from
everything for a short while. True, the fact that Judy lived just outside of town had been
the reason he had specifically come to Port City. But he could see now why so many
people choose to live in small towns. The easy life and simple pleasures were sort of
nice... for a while anyway. Everyone gets tired of being just another face in the crowd of
a large city.
He noticed that Lori was guiding the boat to a specific area some three miles north of
Port City. There was a small cabin, sheltered by a line of trees, and while it looked
fairly rustic, it also looked inviting and lived-in... or at least used.
"Are we going to that shelter?" he yelled to her through the wind.
"Yeah," she called back. "We've been out for almost an hour, and I don't want to get
too chilled." She also wanted to go there for another reason. There would be no talking
to Mr. Martin while they were running in the boat. The wind made that impossible. If
she could get him inside, though...
Lori slowed the boat between the two wooden piers and tied it up so the wind would
not blow it away. It was an expensive piece of sporting equipment, and her mother
would never forgive her if she lost it.
"Come on," she said, hopping from the boat and running to the cabin. "During the ski
season, the Red Cross uses this place, but it should be pretty empty. We can get a fire
going and be all warmed up."
John had been so involved with his good feeling that he hadn't even noticed the time
passing so fast. And now that Lori mentioned it, he was kind of cold. The young girl
opened the door, and John followed her, shivering slightly as his mind focused on the
change of temperatures out of the wind.
The inside of the cabin was virtually empty. Obviously it hadn't been stocked just yet
for the season. There was a fire place and a large pile of logs.
"During the summer, when the kids and I go swimming, we'll come here. Sometimes
we'll sleep over night. The Red Cross knows we use it, so they leave it for us."
Rather than trying to build a wood fire in the fireplace, the young girl knowingly
worked with a newly installed gas heater, turning it up as high as she could and
lighting it. Almost immediately, John could feel the cabin heating up, and he removed
his nylon jacket, not wanting to get too warm for the return trip. Lori did likewise, and
as the cabin became even warmer, John could feel more and more relaxed. Away from
the openness of the lake, he could feel his lusting desires for this young girl's mother
returning, and he decided that it was time to put his plan into action.
"I was wondering something, Lori," he said, assuming the same old-friend tone he'd
had all morning. "Your mother told me she was divorced. She's a fine looking woman.
Why hasn't she remarried?"
Lori was leaning against the wall near the heater, her hands clasped together behind her
buttocks.
"I don't really know," she said off-handedly, as though she had something else on her
mind. "Daddy just took off one day. I guess she doesn't want the same thing to happen
again."
That shed a great deal of light on how Susan had been reacting, John thought. She
doesn't like drifters. Shit... if she's been thinking something like that for a long time,
she should be ripe for fucking. She's probably been ripe for a long time. No wonder she
was all hot and bothered when I mentioned that Judy was in the room. I'll bet she was
fingering herself like there was no tomorrow.
"I think a girl like you should have a father," John said. "Having just a mother must get
pretty bad sometimes."
"Sometimes," Lori said as though she was thinking of something totally different. "I
never really knew my father all that well. I don't think I miss him that much."
There was a short silence, during while John took a really good look at Lori. Now that
she was out of her thick nylon over-coat, he could see that she was fast becoming a
woman. She looked more desirable now than she had the day before when she was
wearing only the robe. He could see now how lovely and physically mature she was.
Shit, the bra she was wearing didn't look one bit padded, and she looked as full as her
mother. The soft pliant mounds of her breasts thrusted out from behind the ski-sweater
she was wearing, and her tight pants followed every curve of her body. Her little-girl
hips were not little girl at all... they were petite, sweeping outward with the graceful flair
of her hips. Her legs were rather long for a girl her age, starting with the firm fullness
of her thighs and tapering nicely along her calves to her trim little ankles. Her long,
shimmering red hair seemed to cascade from the top of her head to rest sensually on
her shoulders and breasts. It seemed to John that he was watching her become a
woman right in front of his eyes, maturity putting the finishing touches on her girlish
features in a matter of seconds. And even as he blinked while he stared at her, she
would become a little girl again, transforming once again into a slightly Tom-boyish
vixen. The man's cock began to swell in his pants as he thought of the only thing that
would make this girl totally grown up... a good fucking. Hell, some women took forever
to grow up, staying little girls for all too long, until fucking them was the hardest thing
in the world. Susan could be something like that... reverting to a childhood again
because she had deprived herself of a man's loving for too long.
"I... I... have a question for you now," Lori said, biting Her lower lip as she tried to find
the right words. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she thought of the
best way to bring up the topic. "I think I can ask you because I... uh... I heard you...
uh... last night..."
She suddenly stopped as John broke out into peals of laughter. "Jesus... I'll bet the
whole fucking town heard me and Judy last night. Your mother was telling me the
same thing this morning."
"Yeah... I... uh... saw my mother... uh... last night..."
"And she was fingering her vagina, right?"
Lori's mouth nearly dropped to the wooden floor of the cabin. She had never heard
something like that talked about so casually. John was still smiling as though he
thought the whole thing was funny or something. Yet his whole appearance was hardly
mocking. It was... knowing and expectant.
"Yeah," John continued, "Your mother's been without a man for so long that hearing
me and Judy must have really set her off. I hope the same thing doesn't happen to you.
You're much too nice a woman to have to settle for anything less than the real thing."
Lori gasped! This was exactly what she wanted to talk about, and now that the subject
had been brought up, she couldn't believe her ears. She knew she had been right in
wanting to talk to this man. He seemed to know so much about how people thought
and what it was like to be grown up.
"Something happened to me last night," she said, fighting to keep her voice even and
brave. Even though she was alone in the cabin with this strange man, she felt a
closeness to him she had never been able to feel with her mother. There was no beating
around the bush with Mr. Martin. When he meant something, he didn't mince his
words. "I was with my boyfriend, and he tried... he tried to... to go all the way with
me."
"And you got cold and couldn't do it?" John smiled as the young redhead nodded
slowly. Sweet Jesus on a crutch, he thought. This is gonna be a piece of cake. It's like
holding out some raw meat to a starving dog. Or better, a nice thick cock to two
starving women. Looks like you've hit the jack-pot, John, ol' boy.
"I really wanted to," she said softly. "I really wanted to do what he said, but I got so
scared. Then he called me a little girl, and I wanted to cry."
John nodded, forcing himself to keep from ripping off her clothes and fucking her right
then and there. Just a little while longer, he thought. Just keep cool and everything will
be all yours for the taking.
"I don't think he'll have anything to do with me now, and he's the most popular boy in
the school."
I hate to say this, Lori," John said in a deep, very masculine voice, "but living with your
mother without a man around the house is not a good thing. There is a time for being a
girl, and a time to become a woman."
"I know... That's what they told me in my health class."
"Would you like me to make you a woman, Lori?" John asked inwardly smiling but
presenting her with a calm, almost cold facial expression. Hell, he didn't care what the
reasons were. If he could fuck this luscious virgin here before he got into her mother,
that was alright with him.
Lori stared at him intently. She was certain that her heart would explode in her chest.
She thought of what her mother had taught her, but seeing the older woman
masturbating the night before had shattered those ideas. While the young redhead had
fingered herself several times, the sensations caused by Bill's hands last night had been
better than her own fingers. If only she had the courage then... and if only she could
find the courage now. She would never be able to stop Mr. Martin once he got going.
But she wanted to be the kind of woman Bill wanted her to be... like Maggie was.
"Yes!" she said, softly... meekly, trying to blot out all the things her mother had told her
about... doing that... with a man who was not her husband. So many of her friends said
they did, and while Lori didn't believe all of them, she was certain that some were
telling the truth. Things aren't now the way they were twenty years ago.
John moved slowly across the room and took Lori in his strong arms. For a moment,
the young girl looked deeply into the stranger's eyes, her expression one of pleading
and innocence.
"Mr. Martin," she breathed, determined that she would be able to go through with it.
"I've never done anything like this before."
"Call me John," he said in a soothing tone.
At that moment, a strange feeling came over the wandering man. Her pleading, her
innocence... everything about this young girl made him want to love her the way she
should be loved. She was placing herself in his hands as though he was her father. And
he was accepting the responsibility willingly. He generally didn't like to fuck virgins,
preferring a more experienced woman who really knew what she was doing. But this
young girl was asking him to teach her what she would have to know in later years, and
he wanted to teach her the right way. Fucking a woman was one thing, but this was the
first time he had ever had a responsibility of this magnitude. A woman's first time can
make or break her. She was thinking of him as her father, and he found that he was
returning the thought, and looking upon her the way a father would look upon his
daughter.
His mouth came gently down over hers in a wet, hot kiss that caused her to shiver in
his passionate hold. When his moist rigid tongue began thrusting insistently into her
warm wet mouth, snaking around her tongue in an irresistibly sensuous motion, Lori
groaned deep in her throat and found herself responding, as she had before. She began
to last her tongue back into the boarder's open mouth, at the same time pressing her
pants-covered loins tight against his hips. This was something she had done many times
with Bill, only now she knew she would go farther. Mr. Martin... John, hadn't forced
her to do anything. She had made this decision all by herself, and that would make it
easier to carry through. She was aware of what was happening this time.
John pulled his face away from hers. "I think we should get out of our clothes, Lori," he
said, his voice still soothing, but at the same time demanding. He heard the young girl
gasp, and he wondered if perhaps he had moved too fast.
He needn't have worried about that though. Lori had been nearly naked in front of Bill
the night before. She was certain she could get through that part without any problem.
Willing herself to become calm, she criss-crossed her arms and pulled her sweater up
over her head, tossing it aside as casually as she could. Then she unzipped her ski-pants
and peeled them over her full, firm thighs. Then she stopped, as though she really
didn't know what to do next. She had never been this far before, and her heart was still
pounding like a heavy triphammer. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply,
determined that she would find the courage to do what she knew she had to do.
Sensing the reason for her hesitation, John once again approached her. "You don't have
anything to worry about," he said soothingly. "I'm going to make you feel every bit a
woman, and you're going to love it. All you have to do is flow with the feelings. Do
whatever you want."
He reached behind her, unsnapping her brassiere and then pulling it patiently forward,
down over her arms, letting free the firmly rounded breasts which quivered a little as
the young girl's body swayed from the unaccustomed handling. John stared hungrily as
the perfect full mounds of soft, tanned flesh, noticing that the cooler air in the room
was making the brown nipples harden involuntarily. With a stifled groan, the man
buried his head between the resilient roundness, then began to eagerly slide his wet lips
over the hard berry-like tips, nipping lightly with his teeth.
Lori knew, at that moment, that she would be able to do anything John wanted her to.
This was nothing like what Bill had done the night before. John was so much more
passionate, but more important, he was treating her like a woman already, respecting
her in a way that Bill had never done.
Even though he would have liked to hold her like this for hours, John knew that there
were better things to do. Forcing himself to break contact with her, he quickly shed his
clothes, and Lori fastened her attention on him, her eyes widening as she saw the
massive size of his blood-inflated penis. Her mouth fell open as she saw the immensity
of his organ. It was much larger than Bill's was, and the young girl wondered if it
would be possible for her to take it between her legs. She had had nothing but her
fingers in her vagina before this, and she was certain that this massive cock would split
her in two.
Once again John embraced her, kissing her with all the passion he would have used on
a mature woman. As their mouths locked wetly together, Lori completely determined
that she could go through with this, her firmly round breasts pressed softly against
John's muscular chest, their hot brown nipples like points of fire on his naked skin. The
young girl groaned from the wild and all-encompassing sensations searing through her
loins. She trusted John completely now, trusted him as she had never trusted a man
before. It was impossible for her to think that anyone who could make her feel this
good could hurt her. John took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling
them and bringing up further moans of new and vibrant desire from her lushly
upturned mouth. Behind, her trim, panty covered hips were grinding as she twisted her
pelvis hard forward against his long thick cock, driving crazy with the need to fuck
her... a need he would never have thought so easily produced by a virgin.
"Lie down! I'm going to make you a woman!" he whispered in her ear, gently pulling
her down onto her back on the floor.
Rolling over on top of her petite nearly naked form already writhing madly beneath
him, John reached for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands,
slipping her brief white panties away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs as 
she helped him by bending her knees so he could take them off her ankles. When the
handsome new boarder pressed his hotly throbbing cock up into the narrow valley of
the young redhead's churning loins, he could feel the heat of her nakedly exposed pussy
reaching up for the demandingly probing tip of his rigidity.
Lori held her breath and closed her eyes. This is it, she thought quickly. This is farther
than I've ever been. I have to finish. I have to know what it's like to be a woman... I
have to... I HAVE TO!!
She wanted it now as much as he did, and John felt with the thick bulbous tip of his
cock for the narrow mouth of her virginal cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off
the floor. He could feel the redhead's excitement increasing more and more and then
finally, like a hot mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her sweet young
pussy made its first maddening contact with his pulsating penis.
Lori gasped, knowing that when her hymen ripped, she would be sent into pain, the
likes of which she had never felt before. She knew that millions of women before her
had endured the burning sensations of their tearing maidenheads. She could do it too.
She tried to imagine what it would feel like, but she couldn't. Everything was so new to
her that trying to conceive of the pain and bliss to come would be totally useless.
Slowly, they began to fit their loins together, Lori heeding John's advice to do what
came naturally to her. Little by little John's cock penetrated deeper, until it was finally
pressing threateningly against the thick membrane of her virginity... pushing it deeper...
deeper... deeper into the slippery wet sheath of her cunt... until...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Her hymen ripped, the edges tearing from her lubricated cuntal walls, sending a
blinding flash of searing pain coursing through her loins. For a brief moment, she
thought of begging him to stop. The pain was too intense. She would never be able to
stand it. It felt as though a red hot poker had been stabbed between her legs!
But as soon as she thought of pleading with him to halt, the pain suddenly vanished. In
a blinding flash, her loins were consumed in a seething inferno... and just as quickly,
the agonizing torture was over. She was no longer a young girl... she was a woman,
made a woman in the only way possible. As her mind had been instantly bathed with
pain, it was now dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure of his cock
struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. But unlike the pain, the pleasure did not
stop. It increased in intensity, growing more and more blissful, and she felt as though
her thighs were being split apart by a delicious girth. She had been waiting for this all
her life. John's pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths
of her belly, her tight inner walls clasping around the hardened rod like a wet, seething
glove. She could feel every pulsating vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip
felt so good as it bumped against her tender cervix that she thought she would cry with
tears of physical joy. If she had only known the bliss a man's penis could bring her, she
would never have been mindlessly frightened the night before. Nothing that felt this
good could possibly be bad... no matter what her mother said.
The dark-haired boarder began a low, rhythmical fucking motion, gradually increasing
the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her
wildly squirming pelvis. At first, the strongly built man had been pulling the young
redhead up to meet him in quick jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly
rounded buttocks, but now he felt her starting to come into her own, swooping up on
his rigid cock of her own accord, making little grinding-motions up against his pelvis
each time he buried himself to the hilt.
Even though this was the young girl's first fuck, the drifting man could tell that she was
learning so quickly that screwing her would be a pleasure... more than he had thought
the day before when he'd first seen her. The young girl had already lost control of
herself and would fuck for as long as he wanted.
Slowly, he felt her moist cunt being a gentle massaging motion around the thick hilt of
his impaling rod of flesh. John ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid saddle of
flesh as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that she lifted their bodies up
off the floor. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers,
opening and closing around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a
board. It was as if she had been born to fuck, and John the untapped well of her
passion. Gradually, her moans took up a natural chanting as old as man himself, a
savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in-and-out fucking up
between her quivering thighs.
John could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft tanned belly as he
carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to
an inch from the tip before driving it back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out
again, faster and faster. Again and again he stroked into the warm steaming moistness
of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time against her
roundly working buttocks below.
The former virgin suddenly threw all caution to the wind and concentrated all her
attention on the blissful sensations that her seducer's lust-peaking thrusting fuck gave
her young body. He was right, she thought to herself with the last vestiges of reason...
all I have to do is let my feelings come as they want...
The broad-shouldered man raised himself up on his hands now spread on the floor
beside her shoulders, his dark eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust
on her face. He was proud of her, as proud as a father would be upon learning that his
daughter was no longer a little girl, but a woman in every sense of the word.
The vision of the man on top of her was obscured by wave after wave of sheer pleasure
as John continued stroking into her hot moist vagina. There was only one thought on
her mind, a repetitious chant which blotted out all other thoughts... This is wonderful...
this is wonderful... this is wonderful... The abandoned young girl's mouth hung slackly
open to the side as she groaned out loud in the hollow sounding cabin, ceaseless deep
throated guttural sounds escaping from between her lips with each smooth stroke of
John's hard-pistoning cock. Her long red hair scattered about on the wood floor as she
wildly writhed beneath him.
John let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Lori's soft, tanned neck,
pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her wide-set teenage breasts, their firm
pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up to him to devour, and then he
looked down past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.
As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-spread legs, he could see his blood
distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping crimson pink lips of
her sparsely haired pussy, then rushing headlong back into the upthrusting mound
between her open thighs. The redheaded thirteen year old was pushing up to meet his
fucking thrusts as if she were unable to wait a split second for his next plunge into her
moist hot cunt. It was as though she had been fucking every day of her young life,
practicing for this very moment.
Each time John drove his cock home, the well-built man held there an instant, savoring
the delicious sensations as she shuddered passionately on his deeply impaling shaft of
flesh, her loins suddenly jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his
cum-laden balls explode at any minute. Again and again the young girl wrenched her
pelvis downward as the strong muscular man began the long withdrawal, her warm
moist pussy sucking at his throbbing cock like a wild animal in heat.
God almighty, she's a good fucker! John thought in amazement and pride as the
abandoned female heaved wildly beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall
forward onto hers again, John decided that he would teach her a little something she
would probably not learn from her boyfriend. As he drove his swollen penis
rhythmically into the steaming hot wetness of her cunt, he reached up under Lori's
crazily jerking buttocks, and with his fingers he spread the narrow crevice of her
asscheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her unprotected anus.
Teasingly, he passed over the tiny puckering nether mouth with his fingertip, sending
her loins into new spasms of activity from the sudden unexpected contact.
Spreading her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her ravenous pussy, the
no-longer innocent young girl pitched crazily under John Martin, and he sensed that,
before long, she would be reaching her climax. The way this wild young thing under
him was responding to his long hammering fucks, he would have thought she was
made a woman long ago.
Eagerly, Lori opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in perfect unison
with his relentless strokes into her all-consuming vagina. Into his ear she warbled
meaningless cries as though she had lost all control over her voice, now coming closer
and closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had been afraid to face the night
before.
Suddenly, the sex-delirious teenager pulled her knees up under her chest as high as they
would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in desperate urging to his totally filling
cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again...
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh... fuck it! Fuck it Hard! Hard!" she chanted, mumbling words
and phrases she had never used before, even when she had been fingering herself. They
seemed like the most natural things in the world to say, and they spurred John on with
the sweet innocence with which she used them. She pulled him into her as deeply as
she could, pounding her heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned as if
in pain, and pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat
against her chest.
"I'm cumming!" the redhead exclaimed, using the words she had heard coming from
her mother the night before, understanding them fully now for the first time in her life.
"I'm cumming!" she repeated, as though she couldn't believe it.
The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented up to her lust-crazed
seducer to use as he wished, begging him to teach her those things she had yet to learn.
Her ankles were now locked high up over his shoulders, and her toes were curled in
tight little balls. John could feel her throbbing little clitoris jerking along the top of his
slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in the wild uninhibited throes of
her orgasm. Her words once again became incoherent, unintelligible syllables whose
meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing gazing as if in wonder at the
shadowy reaches of the ceiling.
Jesus... look at this little piece go! John marveled as he grinned down at the young girl
racing out of control into a wild final climax. He gritted his teeth and then clenched his
buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming himself, slaving and sweating over her
harder than he had with any other woman. He wanted Lori's first fucking to be
something she would remember for the rest of her life... and he didn't want her to
forget who'd given it to her either. He was already planning to get as much out of this
tight little pussy as he could while he was living with her.
"I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" Lori suddenly cried out again, the words urging him on
to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching
at his tensing cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to him with all the
strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering against his body, the hotly
clasping inner walls of her cunt flooding warm orgasmic moistness out around his
buried hardness for what seemed like an eternity.
The young redhead held her breath for an interminable moment and then exhaled it as
though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the wood floor of
the cabin. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked
cunt going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsating around
his cock lodged deeply up inside her satisfied little belly.
John let her rest for a moment beneath him, even though it was all he could do to keep
from going on fucking into her wetly clinging young cunt. God! He'd never seen
anything like it. He would never have thought that a virgin could fuck like this hot little
cunt had. If anyone had told him that such a thing was possible, he would have said
they were crazy. Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep into her tight
clutching vagina, hoping to bring her to life again.
"You're really something," John whispered approvingly in Lori's ear, at the same time
reaching his hands back under the young girl's still softly quivering buttocks to knead
the resilient flesh like ripe, luscious fruits.
The physically exhausted teenager felt the uneasy stirring of her conscience as she
gradually returned to her senses. But the feelings that were still sweeping through her
body told her that she had done the right thing. Her own fingers had never made her
feel so totally satisfied. She knew in her mind that she had done the right thing... no
matter what her mother believed.
At that moment, she felt John's finger rummaging through the fluids seeping from her
cunt and it ran up and down the narrow crevice between her buttocks, searching for her
tight little anal opening. Finding his goal, her strongly built seducer shoved hard against
the puckered rubbery ring until it gave before his incessant pressure. At first Lori had
no idea what he was doing to her, but she decided that she would trust him completely.
Any one who could bring pleasure like this man could never do anything she wouldn't
like.
"Aggggggh! Aaaaaahhhhhh! That hurts!" the breathless young girl complained beneath
him, her body bucking upward in an instinctive reaction to escape the thickness of his
middle finger now buried up to the knuckle in the tightness of her warm rectal
entrance. She was determined, though, that she would be able to stand anything he
could give her.
John, sensing her desire to experience everything she could, continued ramming his
finger up into her anus and again starting to slip his painfully expanded cock slowly in
and out of her cum-drenched cunt. Finally, he felt what he had hoped for – Lori
gradually adjusted to the painful invasion of her tight little rectum, and now she began
rocking back and forth again beneath him. Soon they were fucking together in
complete abandoned unison once again, Lori moaning out low as she sensed the
surprising ripples of yet another orgasm building deep in her loins. She never would
have dreamed that she could feel so completely filled. The sensations once again
spreading through her body were driving her wild.
"Oooooohhhhhh..." she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling the empty
cabin. "I... I'm cumming again... ooohhh... Mr. Martin... Mr. Martin... I'm cumming
again!"
This time John could not hold back. His wildly jerking penis hotly expanded inside her
moistly pulsing cunt, the machine-gun spurts beginning deep, deep down in his aching
balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned
above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.
"You got it," he grunted down at her. "Fuck your little pussy up onto my cock. Screw
me back, Lori... I'm cumming too. Fuck it!"
"Ooohhh..." Lori gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like
liquid fire. Her cunt hotly clasped around its hard-driving thickness as her own lust
fired secretions once more erupted in innocent answer and spilled out into the already
drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal passage.
John gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held himself there
to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the sucking mouth of the young
redhead's pussy.
"There's cum... in your cunt... you're a woman... now..." the boarder grunted over her,
holding his exploding loins as tight to her squirming pussy flesh as he could. He could
feel her insides still gushing forth around his slowly deflating penis as she writhed
greedily, anxious to prolong this blissful moment for as long as she could, determined
that she would suck every drop of his sperm from the sanctity of his balls. Shoving her
ass-cheeks downward, Lori squirmed her frantically clutching anus around on his
skewering middle finger until the palm of his hand was pressed flat against her
buttocks, the tiny ring of flesh contracting around him. Then, it was all over for her. 
It had seemed endless, but she gave one last groan and trembled under him as she let
herself collapse on the floor. Her tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she
lay spread-eagled on the boards beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation.
John lay still for a moment savoring the total depletion he felt in his loins. The tender
redhead's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his now limp penis, and then as he
slowly pulled himself away from her until it slipped uselessly out of her widely
stretched cuntal opening, he at the same time pulled his middle finger out from
between her silken ass-cheeks with a slight popping noise. As he rose to his knees
above Lori's seemingly unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled red-brown hair
around the lips of her pussy glistening brightly in the sunlight streaming through the
window. The smooth, artificially tanned flesh of her splayed out inner thighs was sticky
with the mingled wetness of their fucking, cum dripping in tiny white rivulets down the
crevice of her buttocks.
For a long time the love-spent couple said nothing, listening only to the constant wind
blowing around the cabin. Lori could not bring herself to open her eyes, wanting to
drift forever on the cloud of her first real orgasm. So this is what being a woman is like,
she thought. Nice... very nice... I could do this all the time. It feels so wonderful... so
wonderful. If Mr. Martin stays, he could do this to me again... and Bill could do this to
me any time he wants, and I'll never have to use my fingers again... A man's penis feels
so good in my cunt... soooooo good!
John looked down at her, smiling as he saw that she totally enjoyed what had happened
to her. Hell, he hadn't been fucked back like that in he didn't know how long. Even
Judy at her best had never been so wild. John was really proud of the young girl. He
never thought she would be able to learn so much in such a short time. He was pretty
certain that he'd unleashed a sex-demon, and that she was no longer a little girl. 
No, Lori was a woman in every sense of the word now. And John had made her that
woman. He was not only proud of her, he was proud of himself in a way that he had
never been. It was as though his whole life had been empty, without any real
accomplishments until this very moment.
At first he shuddered at what he was thinking. He liked wandering from town to town,
and he could see that in the back of his mind, the thought of settling down in this
sleepy little town was beginning to take hold. But as he watched Lori dress and get
ready for the return trip across the frozen Lake Superior, he shrugged it off. Hell, there
was nothing really great about Port City other than this little fucker and her mother...
and he knew he would be able to fuck women just about anywhere. Staying in a small
town like this just for a couple pieces of ass was ridiculous.


Chapter 4

Almost as soon as John and Lori had left for their little romp on the lake, Susan dressed
and prepared for the day's business. Time seemed to pass slowly for some reason.
People were not coming in as she thought they would be. She couldn't figure it out.
Generally, on a day like this, the store was swamped with customers. It seemed, after
less than an hour, that she had wasted her time in opening the store. It looked as
though it would be another slow day.
As she sat behind the counter, reading one of the current best sellers to pass the time,
she began to think about John Martin. The fact that she allowed her daughter to go out
on the lake with a man she hardly knew never ceased to amaze her, though what
surprised her even more was that she really wasn't worried. What was the strange
feeling she got every time she thought of the virtually unknown boarder? She wished
she could understand the power he had over her. He seemed to be so honest and
trustworthy... and for no apparent reason.
Slowly, she began to see what it was. She was seeing him in the way she used to see
Bruce when she had first met him. It was almost as though her husband had returned
after so many years of absence. John was, in a great many ways, the same person her
ex-husband had been when she first knew him. Only now he was a little older, a little
more even tempered, a little more sure of himself.
No! She couldn't start thinking like that. She hardly knew John at all. She couldn't
allow herself to dwell on those feelings she had reserved for Bruce, and she certainly
couldn't allow herself to be hurt once again. She couldn't fall in love again.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't quell the wild tingling in her vaginal
lips. Sitting alone in her store, remembering what she had heard going on in the room
next to hers the night before, seeing John in the kitchen... everything served to remind
her that she had been too long without a man's penis in her empty vagina... too long
without a man to snuggle up against during the cold, lonely nights.
With a sigh, she turned her book upside down on the counter and closed her eyes. She
knew there was only one way she would be able to get through the day. She would have
to finger herself again to relieve the aching tingle of frustration in her pussy. She gave a
disgusted chuckle as she thought that it had been senseless to get dressed. She would
only have to remove her clothes again. She tried to will herself calm and collected.
Masturbation was such an admission of failure for her that she wanted to do it only as a
last resort. But it was no use. Even as she tried to make herself believe that someone
might come into the store, or that her daughter and her new boarder might return
home and catch her, she knew in the back of her mind that she would have to release
the pent up passions which were like a raging river held back by a flimsy earthen dike.
The empty quietness of the store, the knowledge that she wanted a man more than
anything else but would never be able to take what was offered to her for fear of being
hurt again all served to make the fires burning in her loins more and more intense.
She pushed herself away from the counter and closed the shop. At least she knew that
once she had stilled the strong demands of her vagina with her fingers, she would be
able to breeze through the day.
Carrying her lovely, mature form through to the back of her house, she was all set to go
into her bedroom when she heard a whining at the back door, followed by a scratching
against the glass. Wonderingly, she looked out, seeing the largest German shepherd she
had ever seen in her life. Instantly, she realized that it must be John's dog. His hair was
not the usual sleekness of German shepherds, but longer and thicker, a blatant visible
manifestation of his cross-breeding. She opened the door and let the beast in, relieved
for the moment that at least she would have some company.
"Well, boy," she said in a pleasing tone. "What's the matter? Everyone go away and
leave you too?"
The dog appeared friendly, and she couldn't resist the urge to bend down and hug him.
She knew he must be cold, and she wanted to feel what his thick, bushy fur was like. As
she wrapped her arms around his neck, Samson gave a little whine and lashed out with
his tongue, swiping it across her face in what could only be interpreted as a friendly
kiss.
"Well," she said, pulling her face away from him and smiling. "Aren't we forward? You
look a little hungry. How would you like something to eat?"
Even though the intelligent dog could not understand her words, he recognized the
soothing sounds of her voice, and he bounced around a little on the floor, smiling back
at her as dogs do. Susan walked to the refrigerator and pulled out half a pound of
ground beef. She was planning to have it for dinner one of these days, but she had put
it off, and she decided that she might as well give it to the dog. As long as he was going
to be staying with her for as long as John was, she might as well be friendly with him.
She put the meat on a dish and set it on the floor, watching as he almost comically
dipped on the tile in his eagerness to eat. She sat down heavily on a kitchen chair. For a
moment, she had been diverted from her sexual frustration, but as she watched the dog
eating, she was once again reminded of her empty vagina. The frantic little signals her
empty little belly was sending out made her aware once again that she would have to
rely on her fingers to provide those pleasures her husband used to. She sat motionless
for a moment, allowing her thoughts to ramble, and during that time, the feelings
became more and more intense. She felt that at any moment painful cramps might
double her over as her love-starved insides shuddered and twitched. Unzipping her
slacks and pulling them down over her thighs to her calves, she slid down in the chair
so that her buttocks were resting on the forward edge, her body curved forward. She
thought for a moment and decided to go ahead. She knew her daughter and John
would be away for some time. Who would know? Who would watch her do this to
herself? But still her hand hesitated a second before she was able to make it reach
down, but finally it dipped with decision, her forefinger sliding between her already
cum-slippery cuntal lips. God, she thought, what's the matter today? Generally she
never had to do something like this until night time, when she was truly alone. It must
be the presence of John Martin in the house, she reasoned, a constant reminder that she
could not overcome her own beliefs enough to allow herself the pleasures every woman
needs.
With fascination the young woman stared down at the way her slender finger pushed
aside the thin pink ribbons of flesh, delving deep into the moist little slit. She knew she
could make the sensations constantly change and grow by rubbing there... then here...
by fondling the thick full cuntal lips themselves, and best of all, by slowly circling her
finger around and around the outer periphery of her erect little clitoris. Even though
she had fingered herself the night before, somehow it was different in the glaring light
of the day.
"Oooooohhhhhh," she moaned as she gently pushed right on the center of the hot little
nubbin. It was almost as if it were an erect button that shot high voltage through her
passion-controlled body. For several moments the dreamy-eyed young woman fondled
and played with the aching flesh up between her thighs, delighting in the fact that this
time, she was fingering herself merely for the pleasure it brought her, her long shapely
legs stretched out in front of the chair, slightly opened.
And then a thought struck her. She knew that her fingers would never be enough. She
wanted her vagina filled with something other than her own digits. In a brazen display
of wantonness she slipped her slacks and panties completely off her legs and walked to
her refrigerator. Opening the vegetable bin, she rummaged around inside for a
moment, the naked lower half of her body made her feel a little giddy, almost like a
child of nature. With a grunt, she made her decision and straightened up holding a
fresh carrot in her hand. She stared at the massive root for a moment, noting the tiny
bits of dirt clinging to the outside. Now here was something she had never thought of
before. The carrot was certainly the size of a man's penis, and it would be much better
than her fingers, if only because it was something different. Delighting in the strange
feeling of the cool kitchen air wafting against her naked buttocks and cuntal lips, she
walked to the sink and washed the carrot, peeling off the outer skin with her potato
peeler. In a moment the long thick vegetable was naked in her hand and then Susan
turned her attention to the sharp tip. That will never do, she mused and picking up a
knife, carved the end of the carrot into a round blunt tip, smiling to herself as she
thought of the sheer lewdness of her intentions.
All this time, Samson was watching her, wondering what she was doing. This new
woman was acting more strangely than any other women he had known. The sight of
her naked loveliness plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that permeated the
air around her, rising in almost visible waves from her soaked vagina, were beginning
to have a predictable effect on the trained animal. Didn't this lovely woman know what
he could do for her... wanted to do for her after she had fed him? He wanted to show
her happiness, but something warned him to be cautious. He could sense that this
woman here was not the same as all the other women his master had shown him. Still,
his eyes followed her eagerly as she left the kitchen and walked through the house to
her bedroom, holding the thick orange carrot in front of her like some sacred relic.
Even though he had never been told that he could roam through the house, Samson
noted that the woman didn't seem to mind, and he stole to the bedroom doorway and
peeked around just in time to see Susan lay down on her bed.
Susan had decided that with the carrot, she would get a better orgasm than with her
fingers, and she wanted to be more comfortable than she would be in the kitchen. She
set her homemade dildo beside her on the bed and stripped completely, her mind
racing with the thought of what she was going to do to herself. For a moment, she
wanted to cry. She had never done anything so wanton to herself before, and it seemed
to her that this was the ultimate of her years of frustration. But then she thought that if
this worked better than her fingers, she would never be frustrated again. It would be a
new experience that she might never get tired of.
Without giving herself any more time to think, she shoved, forcing the smooth orange
tip a short way inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness. Then she began to
rotate the hard blunt instrument slowly around and around, working it up into her
steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in wide-eyed fascination to watch it
disappear inch by inch into the tight wet little opening.
"Aaassshhh," she gasped out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting the strange
impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins. How long had it been since
she had had anything this size in her cunt? she wondered to herself, delighting in the
penis-like massiveness filling her eagerly wanting vagina. Finally most of the huge
carrot was sunk up inside, just enough to the bright orange shaft sticking out to provide
a good grip. Wrapping her fingers around the pleasure-giving protuberance, the
brunette woman began experimentally moving the carrot in and out between her
auburn-rimmed pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes big and dreamy as she ground
lust into her body with the thick, long tool.
Bit by bit the trembling woman was able to discover that if she moved the carrot in
certain ways she was able to experience tremors of pleasures she hadn't felt in years. 
It was almost the same as having a hot, hard cock in her cunt once again.
Susan felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting the carrot in a rotary
motion, she was able to press the bulbous tip up against the sensitive opening to her
womb, deep inside, causing sharp and almost painful bolts of ecstasy to make her belly
quiver. It was something she hadn't felt in such a long time she'd almost forgot the
feelings existed. When she had aroused herself to a state bordering on blind madness
with this technique, the gasping woman decided it was time to sprint for the ultimate
goal... orgasm. Pulling the carrot out almost its full length, the hard, brightly-colored
surface slippery with her warm vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed it far up
inside, as far as it would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.
For an instant it looked as if the widely splayed woman had indeed broken something
inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and her abdominal muscles tightened in
shock, her long silky legs jerking out stiff and trembling as her ass-cheeks clenched. For
almost a full ten seconds, the beautiful woman hung motionless in the air, lifting herself
up off the bed in her passion, her feet and head the only things touching the bed, her
fingers shoved right up to the mouth of her vagina, the thick orange carrot nearly
vanishing inside. Then, "Aaaaaahhhhhh," she moaned deliriously, her body coming to
life, tortured almost beyond endurance by the hard invading presence buried so far up
inside her tender belly.
Immediately her fingers jerked the carrot out half its length and then fucked it back in
again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the orange spear out, holding it there
moment as her body prepared for the onslaught, screaming in wild desire and then with
a heavy thrust she would bury it up inside her wetly quivering cunt. Slowly the tempo
increased until the strange substitute penis was a flashing streak of orange reflections
drumming in and out of the sobbing, gasping woman's sucking cuntal depths. Susan's
head was twisting wildly back and forth on her pillow, her eyes shut, her shoulder
length brown hair whipping across her flushed features. Further and further her legs fell
open until they were a great vee splayed out wide in front of her. With wonderful
certainty the panting woman knew her orgasm was almost there, could feel its awesome
potential building, building far up inside her throbbing belly. Drawing in a choked
breath, Susan shifted her grip on the blissful substitute penis that was bringing her to
completion ready to push herself over the edge with one last series of hard passionate
thrusts, eyes still tightly closed. Then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as
she felt the unmistakable touch of something cold against her knee, accompanied by a
warm breath.
Susan's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been caught in her
shameless act, the carrot still buried deeply in her pussy, its nobby orange length
protruding back out by itself as the frightened woman's hands flew away from the sides
of her body.
"It's... it's you," she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief when she saw it was
John's dog. While her eyes had been closed the big animal had crept unseen into the
room and next to her bed, driven past the point of caution as he saw the lovely woman
so obviously thrusting something into herself, the maddening, exhilarating smell of her
passion filling the room with a heady aroma the lusty dog had been trained to know
well.
"Samson!" Susan said, remembering the dog's name, at the same time trying to come to
a sitting position. But the carrot in her cunt plus her still frighteningly shaking body
made it difficult to maneuver. Making one hand to clutch desperately at the impaling
vegetable between her legs only served to bring her to her senses. She couldn't allow
herself to realize that she had been masturbating. She had been thinking that a man's
thick was between her legs, and the dog's intrusion only made her face reality in a way
she hated.
"Damn it," she said, her voice thick with passion. Not only did she not like the idea of
a dog jumping up into her bed, as it looked like he wanted to, but more important, he
had totally destroyed the mood she had created for herself, and she wanted to get it
back as quickly as she could...
But Samson only ignored her harsh tone and whined eagerly as he hoped up and stood
between Susan's wide spread legs, too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself
away now. While Susan lay back on her bed, the titillated German shepherd could not
resist moving his head forward until it was only inches away from the lust-arousing
loins before him, so that he could sense the heat emanating from the widespread pink
slit. Automatically his long tongue shot out to drink those juices, stabbing into the soft
pink flesh just above the visible stump of the carrot, then working down underneath
toward the little pucker of her anus.
The effect on Susan was as if she had touched a live wire. She stiffened in amazement,
her desire to get up completely driven from her mind by that hot, wet, living piece of
flesh sliding over her nakedly displayed loins. Looking down in wonder, stunned at the
intensity of her body's reaction to this strange dog's wild tonguing, the young woman
could only stare as the big animal did his best to lick over and around the carrot still
imbedded in the depths he so desired to invade. Gently, Samson opened his mouth
wider and firmly took the hard shaft between his teeth, as the glistening orange shaft
slid slowly and excruciatingly out of Susan's trembling loins.
"Aaahhh... nnnggg..." Susan moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the
slow withdrawal. She would never be able to ask him to get off the bed now. All her
rational thought evaporated from her mind in a flash.
"Ooohhh... Samson..." she whispered weakly as the carrot fell to the floor. Like a bird
before a snake, the lust-paralyzed young woman watched that huge furry head poise
once more over more over her suddenly emptied cunt, wanting to stop this impending
strangeness, but helpless to move or cry out.
Again she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long thick tongue shot
out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to send a
million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through her vulnerable body.
Before she could recover her control the darting pink tongue flickered over her
shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath from her lungs.
"This can't be... I can't... I can't..." she gasped out, unable to do more than writhe
helplessly on her bed, her fingers digging into the bedding. Could this be happening to
her? Was John Martin's dog actually trained to do something like this... trained to lick
and slaver over her nakedly offered loins?
Again and again her conscience told her to sit up on her bed and push the dog away.
But realization came to her in crystal clarity... Why shouldn't she allow Samson to give
her the pleasure she was going to give herself? Certainly he would not run away like
her husband. He would stay with her for as long as John stayed... and he would be
certain to get a job and stay the whole winter... perhaps even longer!
By the time she sorted through these thoughts, the curling dipping tongue now had
complete control over her pitifully cringing body, lapping molten fire into her pussy
with each loving stroke. Yes... yes... why fight it, she thought finally. Nothing that felt
so wonderful, so filling, so all-encompassing could ever be bad... not at all.
"Oh... Samson... lover..." she heard her voice moan. "Do it to me... lick... lick. Oh
please, baby, make Susan cum." Her mind completely controlled now by a lust she had
never before known, Susan's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure
giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt lewdly forward, her heels digging into the
mattress to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, wetly flashed that long thick
tongue, starting down at Susan's tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth
of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt lips, slicing through the soft moist
flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her achingly erect little clitoris. On and on,
again and again, Samson licked tirelessly, happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures
spread so deliciously before him, savoring the hot musky tastes and odors, trying to slip
his hungry tongue as far up into this new woman's fluttering pussy-mouth as it would
go. The handsome animal was happy that he could now repay this lady for feeding him
while at the same time do something he liked more than anything.
Susan seemed to have gone crazy below the slaving animal. Continuous choking mewls
of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her buttocks churned
wildly on the mattress, lashed into a frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her
most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman
twisted beneath her animal-lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue
into her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which she had denied herself for
years...
"Aaahhh... aaahhh... aaahhh..." she chanted mindlessly, each moaning utterance
coinciding with a burning swipe of Samson's incredible tongue. She was going to cum...
she just knew it... nothing could hold her back now. A throbbing force had taken
possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her
entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating
passion. The gasping young woman's eyes slowly opened to stare unseeingly up at the
ceiling, a faint terror lurking in their deep brown depths, some ancient instinctual
hidden monster that would emerge from her past to turn her into a quivering mass of
helplessly reacting female flesh. Growing relentlessly, this irresistible force inside the
trembling young woman stretched itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly
with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.
Then, suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded the desperate
woman for years exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white
hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from between clenched
teeth and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her body
rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension. She didn't move beyond that, just held there,
the cords of her slender neck standing out sharply through the translucent white skin
while the incredible explosion went on up deep inside her spasming body. It was an
endless moment for the climaxing young woman, without time of spatial reference, just
going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away the accumulated
frustration of years of inadequate sex.
When it was finally over, Susan's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her
strings, and she lowered her body onto the bed in a gasping heap in front of the
surprised Samson. The handsome German shepherd reached down to try and continue
his eager licking at this woman's sweet-tasting cunt but she twisted her hips enough to
hide her treasures from him.
"Please..." she begged. "Got to... got to catch my breath." It was over for her now. She
had what she had wanted for so long... complete release. Susan marveled at the strange
way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling yet relaxed. It was almost as if a new
body... the one she had lost when Bruce left her... had suddenly come back to her.
While she lay there, her thoughts slowly came back to her, and a smile spread her
face... God... she hadn't felt this cleansed of tension and frustration in years... years...
She would have to see to it that John stayed now. She would never be able to take the
loss of another lover. If John were to leave and take his dog with him, Susan would
never be able to live. After living through so many tortuous years with nothing more
than her fingers, she had found the lover she needed once again. To have him leave...
That was unthinkable. She would do anything John wanted her to, if he would stay. She
would lower his rent... she would offer to give him everything she had if he would in
return give her Samson. Money would be no object. How can a price be placed on a
lover like this wonderful dog John had brought into her house. She wouldn't need
another thing in her life. As she drifted off into a faint sleep, she began to think that it
would be so nice to be on a deserted island with nothing and no one, only she and
Samson. He could lick her and lick her, giving her one continuous orgasm to make up
for the years of abstinence. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep... she would just cum
and cum and cum...
And then a thought shot through her mind, one that broke the trance she had placed
herself in. Lori and John... they would be coming home soon. She certainly couldn't let
them see her like this. Even though she was not in the least bit ashamed by what she
had done, she didn't want John and Lori to know. They would never understand. She
had found her perfect lover, and she knew that she and Samson were in a totally
different reality, one where normal rules do not apply, one that excluded all other
people, her daughter and her new boarder included!
Looking fondly up at the dog, the satisfied young woman felt a sudden rush of love for
the big animal come over her.
"Oh, Samson," she cried out, pulling herself up to cradle the dog's handsome head to
her still naked breasts. Samson naturally started to lick the proud soft mounds, but
Susan pushed him away. "No, no," she said. "You've done enough for the moment.
When we're alone, that's one thing, but we should be having company pretty soon."
Never considering in her own passion that the dog's needs should be satisfied as well.
She began to think quickly, trying to figure out a way that she would persuade John to
stay forever. Money, things... somehow she didn't think that something like that would
be enough. Maybe... just maybe... she could let him fuck her. Yes... YES! She could do
it... She could let him do anything he wanted to her... and he would stay around. She
would buy Samson with her greatest treasure all! Her feminine sensuality would be
something he would want.
She smiled as she thought of how her plan would work out. As far as she was
concerned, the plan was foolproof. Every body got something they wanted, and
everybody felt good. There could be nothing wrong with that.
Her mind made up, the naked young woman lifted herself up off the bed and dressed,
making everything look as though nothing had happened.


Chapter 5

John laid on his back on his bed, staring at the ceiling in his darkened room. He was
going over and over the feelings which had swept through him following his fucking of
Lori and the return trip across the lake. It was a sense of being needed, being depended
upon. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. What had started out as a simple place to live
with two free cunts running around begging to be fucked had become something else
all together. Lori was looking to him as a daughter might look to a father, and he could
feel strong attachments for Susan, even though he hadn't fucked her at all. She seemed
to have everything he would want in a wife... if he wanted a wife at all, which he didn't.
A wife and daughter, a ready-made family... none of them appealed to him. He liked his
freedom far too much for things like that. He knew... he just knew that all he would
have to do was fuck Susan, and he would be trapped. She was that kind of woman. He
would never be able to tear himself away from her. A woman like Susan comes only
once in a lifetime for a man like John, and he was certain that he would never be able
to be the free man he was now if he were attached to Susan and Lori. He's spent so
much of his life going from place to place that the thought of settling down now, at this
very moment, was something that frightened. He didn't feel that way about Judy... or
any of the dozens of women he had fucked in his life. Nothing about them even hinted
a family. Judy would always be where she was, always ready and eager to give him a
wild fucking when ever he blew into town. He could come and go as he pleased with
Judy, and she didn't mind one bit. She could take care of herself when he wasn't
around. Susan, though, Susan would be the woman he could spend his life with... and
gladly. He would be willing to give up his wandering, his freedom, his whole way of life
for her. And he knew that he would never regret it once he did it. But he couldn't bring
himself to do it. Even though he knew he would be happy after it was all over, he
couldn't make the simple transition from one way of life to another. Settling down and
being a husband and a father was something he had avoided all his life. He wanted to
avoid it a little longer. He certainly wasn't unhappy with his life the way it was now.
Like everything else, it had its ups and downs. But he felt an emptiness... a yearning for
something. He didn't know just what that something was, but he'd felt it partially
satisfied this morning, after he had fucked Lori shitless, teaching her to be a woman. It
could be the necessity to accomplish something, he thought, the need to know that he
was more than just another face in the crowd in whatever city he went to... that he was
important to someone other than himself.
Yes, he thought, that could be it. Freedom with emptiness or settling down and making
something totally different out of his life. Those were the choices as they looked to him
at that moment, and he really wasn't all that sure which he wanted. He was the last
person he would have thought to have this happening to him, and he really didn't
know how to go about making a decision like that.
There was something else compounding his thoughts. Every time he thought of her,
thought of her full, shoulder-length brown hair, her full, out-thrusting breasts, her
luscious, rounded hips and firm buttocks, his cock would throb painfully in his pants.
God, he wanted to fuck her more than any other woman he could think of. He just
knew she would be wild in bed, screwing her hot eager pussy onto his cock as forcefully
as he drove his blood-swollen penis into her churning depths. It would certainly be a
match made in heaven, he thought with a wry smile on his lips. He wouldn't be able to
just fuck her... he would have to make love to her, and that difference would change his
life forever.
That was it, he thought. As long as he stayed around, he would never be able to make a
decision. He would have to leave. There was no other choice. He wasn't about to
change his whole life for one night of passion the likes of which he had never
experienced before. He may be giving up the best fuck of his life, but at least he had the
knowledge that he would have so many other women in front of him that he wouldn't
miss her too much. And after a while, he wouldn't miss her at all.
Reaching his decision to leave, he turned and dropped his feet to the floor, looking
around his room to see what had to be packed.

* * *

Standing outside John Martin's door, Susan took a deep breath. She closed her eyes,
knowing that she had no other choice but to go through with her plan to make John
want to stay in her house. She had never seduced a man in her life, had never even
thought of it. Now, she could almost feel her courage slipping away. She wondered how
she would feel after she had a man's penis in her vagina after all these years. She
wondered what thought would be running through her mind as she felt him rushing up
into the too long empty depths of her belly. Even as she stood outside the door, taking
deep breath to calm her nerves, she remembered the wild sensations Samson had
brought to her that morning. She would do anything to have those feelings again. She
had had several drinks of Brandy before she'd come up to John's room, making it easier
for her to go through with what she knew she would have to. She wished she'd had a
little more. But that was out of the question. The moment of reckoning had arrived,
and she would go through with it... regardless of the consequences.
She brought her hand up and knocked softly on John's door, and sighed as she heard
him say "Come in."
Opening the door, she saw him standing next to his small dresser, frowning slightly as
he looked at her. No... it was not really a frown, she thought. It was... something 
else... something she couldn't quite place.
"Is... is there something wrong?" he asked, trying to make his voice casual and polite.
The sight of her standing in his door unnerved him a little. He was hoping that he
could just leave in the morning without seeing her any more. She was a damned
attractive female... no doubt about that!
"No... there's nothing wrong," she said, feeling her courage coming back to her. She
actually began to enjoy being the aggressor for a change. This was something she
hadn't counted on. "I was just wondering how you were doing. As long as you're going
to be living here, I thought we might be friends." Susan's voice was low and sultry, and
she came inside the room, pausing momentarily to shut the door and then continuing
to within a step or two of John.
"I... I've been thinking," he replied, feeling a little flustered. He could tell that she was
coming-on to him, and that was unlike anything he would have thought possible from a
woman like her. Shit, a woman who's been so long without a man isn't that way
because she flirts with them. She's that way because she avoids them like the plague.
"It's a nice night for thinking," she retorted. "I've been doing some thinking myself."
"Where's your daughter?" he asked, hoping to appear casual and friendly while
diverting her attention away from what seemed obviously on her mind.
"Lori's with her boyfriend," Susan said. "She couldn't wait to get out of the house
tonight and see him about something. I guess that little ride the two of you took this
morning really helped her."
More than you'll ever know, he thought. At least he wouldn't have to worry about that
kid.
"I was thinking that I could repay you for making breakfast this morning," she said.
"Maybe we could have a drink together and get to know each other a little better. I like
to know as much as I can about my boarders once they move in."
John started to tell her to leave, but he decided against he. Hell... having one drink with
her wouldn't hurt anything, and he could still leave the next morning. At least they
would part on friendly terms. He wanted to tell her that he would be leaving anyway.
Maybe it would be better, or at least easier, after he'd had a drink.
"That sounds all right to me," he said in a cheery voice. "I don't have all that much
variety, though. Some Scotch, some ice, a couple of glasses..."
"That will be fine. Just a little something to loosen things up. You look like you could
use something." Inwardly, Susan knew she could use something as well... something
stronger than the brandy.
John felt a flush start out of the collar of his shirt as Susan went to the bottle of liquor
on the kitchenette table. He could feel it happening, just like he knew he would. If it
didn't seem so serious to him, he would have been laughing. It seemed so strange that
he would actually not fuck a woman for the first time in his life. He wasn't sure if his
feelings were fear or not, but if they were, he would accept them as such. He watched
her as she poured the glasses half-full and handed him one. He stared at the liquor for a
moment, watching it sparkle around the ice cubes. "To friendship," he said, toasting his
glass slightly to her. She smiled and raised her glass to her lips.
"Let's sit down while we talk," she said, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. He walked
to the chair next to his bed and slouched slightly. She crossed her legs putting one full
thigh over the other, and the hem of her skirt, a casual yet sensual outfit she hadn't
worn in months, rode up high, revealing a long expanse of her alabaster flesh. Then she
leaned back a little on the bed, pulling the hem of her skirt up still more. She had
changed from her ski-sweater to a thinner, more sheer blouse, and John was certain that
he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples, and the flush came out
of his collar again. He would have to keep in control of himself. He couldn't allow
himself to be swept away by the sensual beauty of this woman. His penis spasmed
once... twice inside his pants, and he was torn between two conflicting thoughts. One
was to just rip her clothes off and fuck her right then and there. The other was to ask
her to leave so he could get ready to move out. He felt as though he was powerless to
do either, though, and to steady himself, he took a long pull at his glass, draining his
Scotch.
"Let me pour you another one," Susan said, taking a healthy sip of her own drink. John
tried to tell her that he didn't want another, but she moved too quickly for him.
Susan was a little surprised by her own actions. She had every intention of seducing this
stranger, buying his dog with her luscious body. But something else entered into her
thinking. She wanted John as well... She wanted to have those feelings of a man's penis
in her vagina, and not just a dog's tongue. She wondered if she were being a little
greedy, wanting so much. But she put that little thought out of her mind. She could
have the best of both worlds. First she had had Samson, and now she wanted John...
wanted him the way so many men in the small town of Port City had wanted her. She
really shouldn't be surprised if she were rejected for some reason. She believed that the
things a person does eventually come back to that person. If John rejected her, it would
be because she had rejected so many others. But she was going to do her damndest to
see to it that she wasn't rejected.
She handed the handsome boarder his glass, aware of his eyes on her, and she glanced
at the front of his pants from beneath her lowered lids. She could see his cock there...
the first penis she had wanted in years. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster as she
thought of having his penis inside her... She had to have his cock. There was no two
ways about it now.
John drank again from his tumbler, and again, finally draining the last of his Scotch,
felt a' warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. Too late he thought that the last
thing he wanted to do was get drunk with this seductive woman. He liked things a
whole lot better when he was calling the shots with a woman... not the other way
around. He kept staring at the suddenly sultry face of Susan Mead, at the kind of
mature, ripe sex she exuded, the full rich softness of her firm, high breasts... Oh God,
would he like to tweak those nipples into rock-hard erections... take each nipple in his
mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue. She would be such a better fuck
than her daughter. He wouldn't have to worry about teaching Susan anything... she was
acting like she could teach him a few things.
John felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were
straining for release from its cloth prison. He tried to will it limp again... trying, for the
first time in his life to not want to fuck a woman. He pulled his gaze from her breasts
and looked at her face. Their eyes met, and for a long, tension filled moment, neither
one of them said anything.
"John..." she said, feeling herself caught up in those emotions she had tried to subdue
for so long. She wanted Samson to take care of these unwanted feelings. She had to
remember why she was here. She couldn't let herself fall in love with John. The feelings
she had had for him right up until the moment his dog had started licking her vagina
were once again returning, and as she tried to stifle them, they only became stronger.
"John," she said again, her voice almost a pleading whisper. "I don't know what's come
over me. I sensed something about you as soon as you walked into the store...
something I felt once a long time ago... something I thought existed only in story
books."
John didn't want to admit it, but he was feeling the same thing. He thought he was
above something like that, or at the very least totally separated from it. But he would
have to face facts. He was falling in love with this woman. He had to fight it... had to...
"You... you do?" he managed, his breath quickening as he fought to subdue his feelings.
"I can tell that you feel the same thing," she said, lowering her head and looking at his
floor. People like us... we can tell things about each other right off. You want to... you
want to fuck me, don't you."
Hearing herself say "fuck" shocked Susan a little. It must be the liquor she had had... or
the passion she was feeling at the moment. She wasn't sure, and she really didn't care.
If she was going to throw caution to the winds, she might just as well throw all caution
to the winds. She could feel herself becoming a totally different woman in the presence
of this man.
"Oh, God!" the handsome wandering boarder gasped. His cock seemed to be
palpitating wildly in his pants now. If she had said something like that yesterday, he
would have taken her up on it without a second thought. Now, though, things were
totally different. She wasn't asking him just to fuck her, he knew. She was asking him
to settle down with her, to spend the rest of his life with her. And the more he thought
about it, the better it looked to him. He could put an end to the aimless wandering, the
one night stands, the endless chain of faceless women... he could do all that. But he still
wasn't sure that he wanted to.
The auburn-haired girl leaned close to him, still sitting on the bed, and he could
actually feel her hot breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a branding iron. She
reached out and touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn through the
cloth. "I can tell that a man like you would really be able to fuck me like no other I've
met. That's why I've been without a man for so long... None of them affected me the
way you do. You can understand that..."
Yes, he certainly could. "Susan", he said in a pleading voice. "You hardly know
anything about me. Lori told me what happened with your husband, how he just took
off and left you without a word. The same thing could happen to me. I'm no logger. I
was just looking for a place to rest a while..."
"My husband had to get the wandering out of his blood," she told him. "You've done
that. Where does all this moving around from place to place get you?"
That was the question he had been trying to answer all day. He hadn't come up with
anything during the day, and with the way his brain was racing now, he couldn't do
any thinking at all.
Without warning, Susan reached out and touched his pulsing, cloth-encased penis.
John almost leapt off the chair in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her touch
on his super-sensitive cock. Susan stroked it lightly, delighting in the familiar feel of a
man's thick penis pressing against her fingers once again. She used to do this to her
husband so long ago... she could do it now. She wasn't all that sure why John was
resisting her, but she could feel that resistance fading quickly, and she was determined
that she would do anything in her power to make him want her as much as she wanted
him. She moved against him, her breasts pressing hotly, softly, against his arm now.
Her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue
flicking out to trail a path of fire over his skin as her hand continued to run his greatly
swollen penis. Seducing him like this was easy, she thought. She had been silly to be
afraid. Even though this was all new to her, she found that she liked it. "Susan...
please... I... I was thinking about leaving in the morning... please..."
His words fell on deaf ears. Susan could sense that she was getting close to her goal...
getting him to want her as much as she wanted... needed him.
"Please... fuck me, John... fuck me now. I know you want to. You know that I want you
to. Why should we hold back." She probably couldn't have said that if she hadn't
allowed his dog to lick her to orgasm. But she had come to know that if something felt
good, that thing should be done.
"No... no... Shit... yes... YES!"
The handsome man couldn't help himself. The words tore from his throat in a
strangled kind of whisper, and then his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue
thrusting deep into her mouth. Susan's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft,
and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and around his,
darting into his mouth and then withdrawing in an attitude of copulation, with she the
aggressor. It was going to happen! After all these years, she was finally going to have a
man... a real man to satisfy her. She had experience the orgasm of her life this morning
with John's dog. Now she was going to be loved once again the way she used to be.
With an amazing amount of will, she took hold of his hand and pressed it against her
breast. She delighted with anticipation as his fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft hot
pliant flesh momentarily, then fumbled with her blouse buttons, pulling the sheer cloth
open and dipping inside to draw the garment away, exposing one naked breast with its
desire-swollen nipple and dark brown aureole. Like so many other firsts, Susan had not
worn a bra, feeling that she would want to be as casual as she possibly could.
John could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the
hard tip of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants with a
thoroughness he would never have thought possible from her. He was going to make
love for the first time in his life... not merely fuck, and the thought still scared him a
little. Out of control, the full impact of what he was doing hit his mind with the force
of a boxer's blow. He was giving up his old way of life in favor of a new one. He was
trading his empty freedom for a full useful life. He couldn't help himself. He was
rapidly moving beyond all rational thought now. The strange power this woman was
exerting over him was trapping him in a web of conflicting thoughts. It was still not too
late to turn back. He could still put this woman out of his life forever!
He wrenched himself violently from Susan, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his
body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed with a brilliant
crimson... and he felt like a little boy instead of the full grown man he thought he was.
"What's the matter?" Susan questioned intently. "You really want to fuck me... you told
me so yourself."
Thinking quickly, John made up a lame excuse. He knew that a woman who had lived
all her life in one place would never understand his freedom. "Your daughter..." he said
softly. "She could come back. You wouldn't want her..."
"Sssssshhh..." Susan whispered. "Lori's going to be gone for some time. I told her she
didn't have to come home until late."
"NO!" he said, jumping up from the chair. He still wasn't ready to give up the freedom
he had come to know all his life. The thought of being a husband... a father... settling
down... none of them appealed to him. He couldn't see himself like that. He just
couldn't! His heart was hammering violently in his chest, and he was aware that his
cock was still seeping hot droplets of pre-cum into his pants. But he had to compose
himself, find a way to get Susan Mead to leave. He went over to his window and looked
out into the night, trying to think of something... anything...
And from behind him, Susan's voice whispered, "John..."
He turned, gathering his courage to say what had to be said, but when he saw her the
words froze in his throat. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes seemed to protrude with
shock.
Susan stood before him completely naked.
She had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, and her skirt was laying in a puddle
around her feet. Her legs were spread apart, her head and shoulders pulled back and
her mouth was slightly open, the tip of her wet pink tongue showing kitten-like. The
moist, petal-like softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes
in innocent shamelessness, and the light brown hair of her cuntal triangle glistened in
the shimmering light of John's room. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to
quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her full,
luscious legs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth
"Please... John... I need you... I want you so badly..."
"Susan..." her name choked past his swollen throat weakly, but that was all. He couldn't
say anything else. He could only stare at her. He never would have thought that any
woman could have such drive... such determination. It was a battle of wills... and he was
losing! He could feel his resistance slipping away with every maddening pulse of his
cock.
Slowly, slowly, Susan lowered her hands, determined that she would have this man or
die trying. With her eyes pleading at his, she pressed her fingertips to her eager curling
pubic mound, slowly caressing herself down between her legs, her nails glistening as
they blazed a path through the thick, brown, silken hair. When her fingers reached the
glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left
hand on either side of the soft shining lips and spread them gently apart, revealing the
trembling pink bud of her tiny pulsing clitoris to John's lust-ridden gaze. With her right
forefinger, she traced up her cuntal slit until the fingertip came in contact with the
miniature phallus. She tweaked it once... twice... her mind lost in the passion she was
creating for herself. All thoughts were banished from her mind now save one... she had
to have this man standing and watching her. She had to be fucked by John Martin. She
wasn't even thinking about Samson now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she
knew that if John fucked her, she would never be without either him or his dog. But
she had to get his cock inside her... and she had to have it now! She wished she were a
virgin. She wished she could give him the gift of her hymen. That would be something
she knew he would never be able to resist. But she couldn't give him that.
Lost in a mindless whirlpool of passion, she began to fingerfuck herself with John
watching. She pressed her finger all the way in to her cunt, withdrew it, slid it in again,
withdrew it, her eyes fixed on his, both of them staring at each other with glazed
expressions on their faces.
A thought blazed into Susan's mind then, a thought to totally different from anything
she had ever thought before that she was amazed that it would occur to her.
"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she said, her passion laden voice barely above a
whisper. "I've never been fucked there. I want you to be the first, John... please fuck me
in the ass. I want my rectum to be filled with your cock!"
The words, the very thought of what she was saying, lashed John's mind into a swirling
frenzy as on and on she droned. Oh God... Sweet Jesus...
He was losing control. She was offering him her second virginity so willingly that he
had to have it. How could he leave behind a woman like this. He had fucked women in
the ass before, but none of them offered their nether passage with love as Susan was
now. She was willing to become his whole world if he was willing to have her. He had
never seen such devotion in a woman before, and he knew right then and there that he
would be a fool to walk away from it. He had to fuck her... had to seal the bond she
was presenting to him. As if he had somehow shed the husk of his body, John watched
himself in an objective way as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him
closer to Susan. He watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of
her vagina as he approached, and her smile turned into one of passion as he claimed
her, pulling her finger away from her tight cunt with a wet sluicing sound, rubbing her
body hard against his, grinding her naked hips into him as her mouth sought and
found his.
John pulled away from her slightly and lowered his mouth onto one of the luscious
spheres of her breasts, enclosing the turgid little berry in his mouth, sucking on it
greedily, his tongue tickling the erect little knob unremittingly. His teeth pricked
delightfully against the crinkled aureole, and Susan braced herself for the pain and
passion she knew to be coming.
He ran his fingers lightly through her full brown hair, tangling his fingers in the
luscious mound. With his free hand, he explored the delicate curves of her body, feeling
her shiver under his touch. His fingers pinched and kneaded her succulent breasts,
before dropping down to embrace her firmly .sculpted hips, and then they dipped
between the slightly spread columns of her thighs. He felt as though he were feeling a
woman for the first time in his life, and he delighted as her heard her moan, not in lust,
but in passion... the passion that comes from being touched like this by a man who can
love her, and not merely fuck her.
"Mmmmmmmmm... God, Susan... I've never met a woman like you in my life," he
said. Somehow, words seemed to be so totally inadequate that he couldn't think of
anything to say.
"Oh God... Oh God..." she moaned as she felt the blissful jarring of his fingers on her
pussy. She was going to be a woman again... She almost couldn't believe it. It was
almost too good to be true.
His hands raced around from her front to squeeze appreciatively on the flaccid flesh of
her buttocks. Instinctively, she clamped her ass-cheeks together. She knew that she
would feel pain there when he fucked her, and she had to find the courage somehow to
stand it. But she could do it. She could! She had been able to withstand the pain of her
hymen being torn away from her cuntal walls... she could stand the pain of her rectum
being stretched.
Gently, knowing that this was all new to her, he maneuvered her lust-drunk body until
her back was facing him, and then he lowered her head down, until she was leaning
over the bed, her buttocks raised up to him as he bent his own head lower and lower to
the inviting crevice of her ass. "God... oh God..." she moaned, searching through her
whole body for the total amount of courage she knew she would need. She could feel
the edge of the bed pressing slightly against her throbbing vagina, increasing her
passion, and it was that little extra that enabled her to go through with her desires. She
closed her eyes, praying that she would be able to stand the first rush of pain she knew
would come. And after the pain? she asked herself. What then? She had only heard
about women being sodomized.
Gazing lustfully at the curved arcs of her buttery smooth buttocks, he caressed the pear
shaped mounds, looking with delight at the space beneath where just a tuft of two of
her brown pubic fleece was visible below a furrow of delicate moist pinkness. He
kneaded the soft firm mounds, digging his fingers into the warm smooth flesh, his eyes
fastened as if mesmerized on the alabaster skin.
He flattened his palms against the smooth satiny surface, bending his fingers so that the
tips grabbed at the tender flesh, revealing to his enflamed gaze the dark narrow split of
her backside. His eyes were riveted on the tight brown hole of her anus nestled between
the warm fleshy cheeks and he watched as the crinkled skin cringed from the unusual
exposure to the open air. He knew what pain she would go through her at first, and he
knew he would have to be as gentle with her now as he had been with her daughter
earlier in the day.
His gaze seemed to burn right through Susan and she wiggled her buttocks to present
as much of her anus to him as she could. Her efforts succeeded. She loved having his
hands on her like this, and as she began to writhe, he held her tighter, a tacit
expression telling her that everything would be all right.
Slowly John lowered his head closer to her, and with a deliberate movement, swiped his
tongue along the full length of her widespread split.
"Aaaaaahhh..." Susan moaned a blush of passion creeping over her from her boarder's
lascivious licking. It was better than she would have thought, and she could feel her
body relaxing, and felt his fingers straining the mounds of her ass even further apart,
causing a spasm of passion to ripple convulsively through her prostrate body. John was
now in a ferment of lust, all thought of the former life he had been leading washed
from his mind with the eagerness of this woman. He wanted to make her first
sodomization as wonderful for her as her first cunt-fucking had been. With a groan, he
reached back and unzipped his fly, allowing his blood-swollen cock to spring up in full
erection, red and pulsating with hot desire. The purplish head was distended and hard,
and he could feel a burning ache in his balls as his sperm fomented and roiled in
agonizing readiness. At that moment, John wanted her more than he wanted anything
else in the world. Grasping his engorged penis in one hand, his fingers circling the
thick, palpitating base, he guided it towards the enticing crevice of Susan's ass, laying it
along the tight crack, stretching it even further.
Susan gasped as she felt the hot hardness of his cock against her tender flesh, and a
new wave of passion coursed through her. God! He was much larger than she thought
he would be, and she was beginning to have doubts as to whether she would be able to
accommodate his massiveness in her ass. The bulging penis was like a red-hot poker
searing her soft flesh and incredibly it seemed to grow and expand as it lay there,
cradled in its warm, soft nest. John shifted slightly and ran his cock up and down the
tight dark split, lubricating it from the drops of cum which had seeped from the glans
tip.
With a sigh of both relief and frustration combined, Susan felt the laden weight
removed from her widespread buttocks. This was so new to her that she had no idea
what he was doing back there. She thought that at any moment she would be
screaming with pain and passion. Every bone in her body seemed to have a sharp
searing pulse of its own. She was tight now with anticipation. Her face was covered
with a thin film of perspiration as she eagerly awaited the first penetration of his cock
in her ass. She couldn't understand what was taking him so long. Wasn't it the same as
having his penis in her cunt? Certainly he wouldn't be waiting this long if he were
going to fuck her in her vagina. What was taking so long...?
"AAAGGGHHH... OOOOOHHHH..." her scream rang out like a siren as she felt a
pain in her rectum the likes of which she would never dreamed... a shooting, searing
stab which sent her hurtling into realms of agony hitherto unknown to her. And then,
in the same instant it had come, it was gone. There was no more pain... it was as simple
as that. Pain existed in one flash... pleasure existed in the next flash, and she was
sensing nothing but the delight of having her rectum filled with... with what?
"Shit..." John breathed, "what a tight asshole you've got!" His words send a shudder of
dread spasming through Susan. Could it be possible that she was too tight? she
thought. John was astonished at how tight her anus was, and how he could barely
rotate his finger in the hotly clinging passage. He should have known, he thought
finally. If she's never been fucked in the ass, it would naturally be tight. Her scream
startled him for a moment, and he was glad that he had decided to test it first with his
finger. He would have hated to try fucking his cock into something that was that tight!
Her dry passage yielding finally and he scoured his finger around inside her, his lust
feeding on her moans, which changed from those of agony to those of passion once
again. He pulled his finger out and once more guided his throbbing cock towards the
proffered hole. His penis had grown to enormous proportions, and as he steered the
burgeoning head, glinting a faint purple, he wondered how he would be able to insert it
inside the tiny aperture. Eagerly he began to grind against the tiny puckered mouth, his
rock-hard prick seeming like a jackhammer at the tender membrane.
Realization dawned slowly on Susan. That had not been his cock she had felt in her
ass... it had only been his finger. God! Just his finger, and it had hurt so much. For the
first time in her life, she felt totally alone. There was no one who could help her stand
the blinding pain she knew to be coming. She would have to do it alone... by herself. If
she could just get past that first rush... She'd had a sample of what was to happen.
While the pain had been intense, the pleasure had been totally rewarding. She knew
that having his penis in her ass would be even more rewarding. But she didn't know
how she would take his penis inside her. God! He would split her in two.
She held her breath as she felt the constant probing against her anticipating little back
passage and then...
"AAARRGGHH!!"
"AAARRGGHH!!"
A blinding wave of pain engulfed her and her breath caught in her throat. For a
moment, she was certain that she would never breath again. Her spinal column felt on
fire and her throat was dry and arid. Her mouth was opening and she thought she was
screaming, but no more sound came. She wanted to pull away, wanted to try and
remove herself from the searing impalement of his cock in her ass, but she willed
herself to remain, and she could feel John's fingers helping her, holding her still. For
what seemed like an eternity, her mind was awash with a sheet of fire, blotting out all
thought other than the agony in her rectum... Slowly, but surely, the pain began to
fade. John's pre-stretching of her tight passage had worked. She could feel the pain in
her ass ebbing and being replaced by the pleasurable feeling of his cock in her anus. He
had succeeded in imbedding just the head of his hardened shaft into her tiny cringing
hole, but he was certain now that she would be able to take the rest of him with no
problem. He marvelled again at how tight and clasping it was. It was like a rubber band
locked painfully around the column of his cock just below the lust-inflated head, and he
had to gasp for breath for a moment, before trying to ram forward.
"Oooooohhh... "Susan moaned. And then "Mmmmmmnnn..." She could feel him
lunging forward, sinking another inch of his cock into her tiny anus, stretching it
further, making it better able to hold his towering prick.
"Uuuggghhh..." she groaned as he moved forward. It was so different that having his
cock in her cunt, she thought... so different, and yet bringing her a pleasure just the
same... a pleasure total and all encompassing.
Grasping her firmly by the hips, John surged once more, and with superhuman
strength, managed to sink every last inch of his cock into the bent over woman's
completely penis-filled anus.
Driving through the darkened streets of Port City was sheer heaven for Lori as she sat
back and closed her eyes. Beside her, in the driver's seat, Bill Jennings lit another joint
and passed it to the young teenager, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention.
"Uhhhhh... I think I've had enough," she said in a dreamy voice.
"Come on," he told her. "It's the last one. We might as well get rid of it."
Yes, we might as well, she answered silently, and she took it from him. As they passed
the cigarette back and forth in silence, Lori allowed her mind to drift to the events that
had happened just a little while ago. She had gone to Bill's house and begged
forgiveness, explaining that she had been pretty frightened the night before, when he
had tried to fuck her, but now she had met a man who'd taught her everything she
needed to know. At first Bill had been hesitant about getting all aroused with her again,
remembering that he had had to masturbate the night before after she had left. But she
was insistent... eager to show him the type of woman she had become. Finally he
relented, and he wasn't sorry one bit. He kept telling her over and over again that she
was infinitely better than Maggie... than any of the other women he had had, and he
wanted to meet the person who had transformed the young girl he'd known into the
woman he'd just fucked silly... and who's given him a return fucking he would
remember for as long as he lived.
Lori told him about the man who was living at her house, and Bill had produced several
marijuana cigarettes, getting the two of them stoned enough to actually decide to go
and visit him. Lori wasn't sure if he would be alone, remembering the sounds that had
come from his bedroom the night before. But, she decided, he would probably
understand. All Bill wanted to do was thank him. Something like that should please
him very much.
As the two teenagers finished the last joint and come closer to Lori's house, the young
girl felt a strange apprehension. Something was going to happen. She could tell. She
wasn't sure how she knew. Perhaps it was a woman's intuition. What ever it was,
though, it somehow caused her vagina to tingle again... the way it had been tingling all
day before Bill fucked her and took care of it. Perhaps it was the fact that she would
once again .be in the presence of John Martin, the man who had made her a woman.
He had been avoiding her all day for some reason. The young girl really wanted to see
him now though. It had been because of him that she had had the most wonderful
night of her life, and she wanted to thank him as much as Bill did. As Bill pulled his car
into the driveway, Lori noticed that there were lights on all over the house. She
breathed a sigh of relief. At least that meant that people would still be up. Maybe John
and her mother were talking. Lori was almost certain now that her mother had
something of a crush on John. The young girl hadn't recognized the looks until she had
lost her virginity, but she could see now that John and her mother would make a
wonderful pair. Maybe she would talk to her mother about it tomorrow. She wondered
briefly how her mother would take the news that she was no longer a virgin. Well...
that was for later.
The two teenagers entered the house through the store, and Lori's ears listened for the
sounds of people talking. There was nothing. The house was the same as she had left it,
except that her mother was no where in sight. A quick walking through the house
proved that it was empty.
"Well, I wouldn't worry about it," Bill soothed. "Maybe she's gone out somewhere. We
came to see "Well, I wouldn't worry about it," Bill soothed. "Maybe she's gone out
somewhere. We came to see this Mr. Martin anyway."
Nodding slowly, Lori led Bill around the outside of the house to the door that led to
John Martin's room. Entering the hall, both of them could see that there was a sliver of
light filtering under the crack of his door, and in their stoned condition, neither of
them noticed the low moans and panting sounds coming from within.
"Do you think he's busy?" Bill asked, a wave of uncomfortableness coming over him.
"Naw... he's only been here for a day," Lori said. "He's probably just reading or
something." Lori knocked on the door, and listened for an answer. It was then that she
heard voices... or something that sounded like voices. Her altered state of perception
told her that she had heard John Martin telling her to come into the room, and without
a moment's hesitation, she and Bill opened the door walking into the well lit room of
the new boarder.
And the two of them stopped short, staring at the scene which greeted them, their eyes
bugging, their mouths handing slack. Lori especially could hardly believe her eyes. She
had to shake her head to make sure she was not seeing some sort of hallucination
because of the pot she had smoked. Could this be possible? It had to be. Again she
blinked her eyes, but the forms she was seeing did not go away. It was true. She
couldn't believe it, but it was true. Her mother was bent forward on the bed, and John
Martin was behind her, pumping for all he was worth in between... in between her
buttocks.
MY GOD, Lori thought in a flash of understand, MY MOTHER IS BEING FUCKED...
FUCKED IN THE ASS!! I... I NEVER THOUGHT SOMETHING LIKE THIS WAS
POSSIBLE... MY MOTHER... AND MR. MARTIN... IN THE ASS... THEASS!!!
Bill was just as shocked as Lori, but he recovered much faster. At least he had heard of
something like this. It wasn't as totally new to him as it was to Lori.
"Wow!" he whispered to Lori. "Your mother is really something. I've only seen
pictures... never the real thing..."
Even though Bill had emptied his balls into Lori's cunt less than an hour ago, he could
feel his penis once again jerking into hardness. The sight of Lori's mother's lush
nakedness was making him as aroused as he had ever been. Where Lori had the ripe
body of a teenager, her mother's body was that of a mature woman... a woman who
would really know what making love was all about. She would have to be like that, to
allow a near stranger to be screwing her like this... in her rectum. Lori hadn't told him
very much about her mother, but she had said that she was pretty prim and proper.
Hell, it sure didn't look like she was that way now! Look at the way she's pumping that
ass of hers back against him. Jesus! Holy shit!!
A breeze blew in through the opened door, attracting the attention of both John and
Susan. The older woman could feel her whole world falling apart around her as she saw
the gaping forms of her daughter and a boy she had met only once or twice before
watching her being sodomized by John, but John gave a guttural laugh. Even though he
was nearing his orgasm, he still had enough reason to think quickly. 'That must be the
boy I fucked Lori for,' he thought. 'Looks like he's got a faint idea of what's going on
here. And it looks like he wants a little piece of the action. I wonder what Lori would
think if... if... "Susan, dear," he whispered to the now halted woman in front of him,
"You're going to be more of a woman than you ever dreamed possible. You're going to
be double fucked!"
Susan tried to protest. This wasn't what she had in mind at all. She couldn't get over
the embarrassment of being caught like this, but she had no chance to protest. She
could feel John pulling her away from the bed and rolling over onto the floor, carrying
her with him so that she now lay on top of his belly, her naked loins openly exposed to
both Lori and Bill. The muscles of Susan's flat white belly were straining from the
pressure of her legs falling down on either side of his body, until finally she managed to
plant both her feet high up on his outstretched thighs, her knees bent to relieve the
pain in her rectum caused by the sudden change of position.
Standing above them, his cock expanded fully and throbbing at this strange and lurid
view of Lori's mother's cunt, Bill could see the thick dark shaft of Mr. Martin's penis
protruding from Mrs. Mead's anus beneath. Bill watched the moistness up between her
thighs with wondering eyes, the hair-lined slit making tiny nibbling motions in the air
as she continued screwing her asscheeks back down onto Mr. Martin's deeply impaling
hardness. Her full ripe breasts were dancing wildly on her chest above John's arms
locked beneath their voluptuous softness, and the passion-controlled woman looked so
inviting and eager in this pose that Bill couldn't help but want to throw himself on top
of her.
"Come on, you young cunt-hound. Get into her.
Let's make a family affair out of this."
Neither Susan nor Lori nor Bill understood what he meant, but the young man wasn't
going to stop and think about it now. It really didn't look as though Lori's mother
seemed to mind what was happening now, and as long as she didn't, that was all right
with him. Moving swiftly, he shucked out of his clothes and positioned himself between
Susan's widespread legs, pushing them even further apart. In the next second, he had
his huge, impatiently pulsating penis in his hand, and, skinning back the thick foreskin,
guided it directly into the tight clasping channel of her moistly lubricated pussy.
"Oooooooo..." Susan groaned. She wasn't sure if she wanted all this to happen in front
of her daughter, but as soon as she felt the first delightful contact of a man's penis
against her flushed cuntal lips, she knew that the right thing had happened. In a mighty
heave, Bill buried his long hardness deep up into the quivering depths of her belly,
joining John's cock sunk to the hilt in her rectum. She could feel the two enormous
shafts throbbing side by side with only a thin membrane separating them. And then, as
if by some secret signal, they began fucking into her, thrusting up with long hard
lunges that threatened to tear her apart They fell into a mutual rhythm, buffeting her
cock-stuffed body between them as though she were a rag doll, and she grunted out her
passion, increased two fold with the addition of a second cock. The impaled brunette
could feel Bill's cock pulling tiny ridges of her clasping vaginal flesh out with the base
of his cock as he withdrew it for another deep thrust inside, and the same was true of
John's heatedly pulsating penis fucking in and out of her rectum.
She screamed and groaned, her mind washed over with wave after wave of passion and
love. She felt so full that if she could have picked a time to die, it would have been at
that instant. She could die of the sheer bliss of being so full after so many years of
emptiness. She no longer cared about her daughter watching her. She didn't care about
anything but the double fucking she was receiving.
Still gaping in total disbelief, Lori watched her mother and the two men writhing and
churning about on the floor like three animals trying to devour each other. The tingling
in her vagina... the tingling that had been there all during the ride home from Bill's
house, was increased a thousand fold by what she was seeing. She was learning
something from Mr. Martin once again... something she would never have thought
possible... Was there any more to learn? Could this be only the beginning of her sexual
lessons?
For a moment... the shortest moment possible, mother and daughter looked at each
other. But in the moment, a thousand things were passed between their eyes. The two
were so close during that moment that no words were necessary. The thought that
entered Lori's mind as she and her mother glanced at each other was so totally foreign
to the young girl that she had to think about it for a moment to make sure it was
possible... real... and what her mother wanted. Yes... YES! It could be done... it had to
be done! It would bring her and her mother so close that they would never be apart
again. It would be the final bond between mother and daughter... a bond that would
never be broken, just as the bond between her mother and John Martin would never be
broken... or that between her mother and Bill...
Moving as if in a dream, the young girl removed her clothes, her eyes once again
meeting her mother's in a final check to make sure she was doing the right thing.
Susan wet her lips as her daughter came closer, and she closed her eyes as Lori reached
toward her and clamped her hands lightly on the sides of her head. She sensed her
daughter's excitement and it made her rock her hips that much harder between John
and Bill. Oh God, she thought, this was the ultimate pleasure that anyone could
experience. All the desires that had been dammed up for ages were now going to be
simultaneously fulfilled as she was plundered willingly by the three of them at every
orifice.
Her thoughts were cut off as the palms of her daughter's tenderly working hands
pressed into her cheeks and her head was pulled sideways until her lips brushed over
the softness of the pubic mound that gyrated in lesbianic eagerness against her face.
There was nothing wrong with this, Susan thought to herself as she felt the last vestiges
of her reason flitter away like snow in the wind. Her daughter's vagina felt soft, warm
and moist. Yes... YES! Susan wanted to kiss her daughter down there.
Lori was staring off into space, her eyes focused on another planet as she pressed her
mother's face warmly into her secret feminine parts... the parts which had only recently
been unlocked, and the skewered little brunette mother could feel the erect nerve of her
daughter's clitoris brush wantonly against her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mewled and immediately flicked her tongue from her mouth,
circling the tip against the moist hairlined slit. It tasted deliciously tangy and warm, like
nothing she'd ever experienced before.
The two men below her, excited by Susan's eagerness to experience everything she
could, began to increase the force of their deep fucking thrusts into her tightly clasping
cunt and rectum. They lunged into her with deep strokes, their eyes focused on the
third actor in the lascivious spectacle. Neither of them seemed to be shocked by Lori's
eagerness to do something she had never done before. It seemed like the most natural
thing in the world. To their lust-glazed eyes, the young girl's pussy seemed to dance
over Susan's face, her moist pink pussy lips, which both of them had fucked that very
day, fused and then opened to slide once more over Susan's working mouth.
"Oo-ooooo... mother... lick my cunt... suck it... stick your tongue in my pussy," the
stoned young teenage girl cried hysterically, her red hair flashing in a steam of crimson
over Susan's brunette tresses.
Then suddenly, as they watched through lust-dimmed eyes, Lori jerked her cunt hard
up and down, while Susan thrust her working tongue through the moistly clasping lips
to her daughter's hotly churning vagina. Her eyes rolling in sexual delirium, Lori began
to undulate her roundly plunging buttocks in a tight figure "8" pattern, her writhing
cunt choking off her mother's spasmodic gasps for breath.
A low moan of delight erupted from Susan's lips as her daughter's loins buffeted against
her face, straining her neck backward in a quivering bow that had the resilient spring of
a rubber band. "Aaaaaaaggghhh... ooooohhhhh..." Susan coughed at the mental picture
of what was happening to her.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH... I'M... OOOOOHHHHH ..Lori cried, her third orgasm of
the day almost upon her. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, and a million tiny
needles seemed to be stabbing through her with every lash of her mother's tongue.
Again and again her mother's wet organ slithered up into her boiling depths until
finally...
"CCUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGGG...!!!"
Her orgasm flashed crimson across her face. Her pussy mound smacked in a frenzy up
against Susan's wetly sucking lips while the throes of her release shook her full breasts
and thighs as though she had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
Susan was close to cumming too, and she wildly sought out her climax as she continued
her now uncontrollable gyrations on the two rapidly expanding cocks fucking into her.
The thought of her daughter screwing her pussy into her own mouth while the men
fucked her cunt and rectum was just too much. They felt too good as they pumped
their hotly throbbing shafts in and out of her contorting belly... she had to cum now!
Nothing else would do !
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild
abandoned passion.
John and Bill felt her two passages opening around them and the warm gushes of wet
hot liquid flooding around their furiously pistoning cocks. They fucked faster, digging
deep, deep inside her, feeling the ecstatically aroused brunette jerk between them
several times, the muscles of her frantically heaving pelvis working and sucking at the
two cocks embedded up inside her belly as though trying to milk them dry. Her breath
came in short desperate gasps as she felt them thrust deeply again, their hot twin jets of
semen shooting from the tips of their wildly ejaculating cocks into her grateful belly.
Their juices mingled deep down inside her in a wet pool of passion that Susan never
before had known could exist.
The muscles of her drained exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell out to
the sides of the rug in John's room. Susan lay still, her naked back flat on John's chest,
and Bill's spent body splayed over her own. Her heart pounded as though it would
burst, and she panted deeply for breath several moments, sinking into a half-conscious
daze of joy and satiation.
No one said anything for several moments. There was nothing that could be said. Not
with words, at any rate. The passion that had been emptied into Susan's body told all
that could be said. The room was filled with the heady aroma of sperm and cum and
sweat, and the sounds of the four panting people echoed through the room.
It had been the scent of passion that revived Samson from his sleeping place in another
part of the house. His keen nose had detected the scent through the lightly closed
doors, and he followed that scent as his instincts dictated. As he wandered through the
house, looking for the source of the aromas, he found that he could crawl through the
doors which Lori, in her stoned condition, had failed to shut tightly. Creeping up the
short flight of stairs that led to his master's bedroom, he knew he was on the right
track. The aroma was getting stronger!
Finally, as he approached the door, his eyes told him those things he already knew by
his nose. He could see four naked bodies lying on the floor... two of them women who
had orgasmed. And one of those women he knew very well. She was the one who's cunt
he'd licked earlier in the day. His animal penis had been aching all day because she had
failed to relieve the passion she had brought upon him, and he could sense that she
would be able to relieve it now.
Entering the room, he crept over to her, pushing at her with his cold, wet nose to get
her attention.
Susan opened her eyes slowly and looked at the dog. She had forgotten all about him,
in the throes of her passion with John. And then she remembered that he was the
reason she was here in the first place. She had gone through all this so she would never
be without love... his love.
She could see now that she would not be without love, though. The orgasm she had
received from John's ass fucking and Bill's cunt fucking had totally destroyed the walls
she had built for herself. She need never be lonely again. Not that she was sorry for
what she had done to Samson. No, she would never be sorry for that. He had been a
loving dog, and had made it possible for her to start her life all over again. How could
she possibly repay him for that? What could she do to the wonderful animal who had
made all things possible to her from now on?
For a long emotion-tight moment, Susan stared at the dog. Glancing down between his
muscular flanks, she could see that he was aroused, his scarlet gleaming hardness
emerging from its furry sheath. God... the same thing must have happened when he
licked me, she thought. And I was too selfish to think of it. I made him aroused before,
and I didn't do anything about it. Well... I'm going to do something about it now! I'm
going to do it right in front of all these people. They had a part in making me the
person I am now. There's no reason to want to hide anything from them!
She pulled away from John and Bill to a clear part of the floor, coaxing Samson to
follow her. He tried to press his face between her thighs, but she held him away. That
wasn't necessary... she was already aroused. Samson wouldn't have to do a thing this
time to receive his reward.
Samson... darling... you loveable sweetheart," she smiled, putting her hands of his
smooth, silky back. "Samson... lie down... lie down and roll over... Susan wants to do to
you what you did to me..."
Slowly, Bill and John and Lori came to their senses and watched the woman, none of
them wanting to say anything. They didn't understand what was happening, and as if
their three minds were one, they each watched the incredible in silence...
Susan raised up to her knees as the German shepherd, confused, backed away from her.
He looked displeased, but Susan did not hesitate. For her there was only one thing on
her mind... giving pleasure to the lover who had made pleasure possible for her. She
whispered in gentle tones, at the same time brushing her soft hand lovingly over him,
her eyes fixed on the solid length of long scarlet cock hanging below his belly...!
Samson watched the woman raise up and listened to the cooing sounds she made. He
recognized the command and he obeyed, trusting this new woman and laying down...
His whimpers vibrated through Susan as she saw his huge, hardened cock withdrawing
back into its fur-lined sheath. He lay down on the rug, stretching out and responding
when she continued to whisper: "Roll over... you're going to like this... I know you
are... ooooo... that's fine... that's just fine..."
In mindless excitement, Susan crawled and positioned herself so that her desire-filled
face was directly above the opening of his massive cock-sleeve where his big, scarlet rod
in all its beautiful hardness had vanished.
Frenzied emotions of animal-like anticipation swept through the sensually blinded
woman. The thought of the act alone was driving her salacious desire! gently, she
moved her arched hips toward his big animal-face, spreading her thighs as she lovingly
took his head between them... She lay, breathing heavily on her side, with one long leg
lifted while she guided his nose gently in toward the pungent, wet heat of her once
again throbbing pussy. Immediately, she felt his thick, lengthy tongue lash out at the
crevice between her thighs, bringing it to instant life once more, slashing through its
cum-glistening pinkness like a liquid flame. If there was ever a moment when she felt
completely free for the first time in her life, it was that moment. She lowered her cheek
to rest on his warm, hard belly, her one hand quickly moving toward his hidden dog
cock.
Though still confused, Samson was hardly nettled. The woman's pleasurable fondling
was a delight he had never before experienced with any of the women he had fucked
and licked. He quickly sensed the throbbing blood beginning to pound from her
fingertip caresses and the heated aroma of her warmly seething pussy hole. The urge to
close his eyes and lay there licking the hot sweetness of the thin lipped crevice between
the softness of her thighs almost carried him away...
To her knowledge, Susan had never felt so giving, so loving in all her life. It was all the
love she had stored up for years was finally going to be made manifest in her action.
She had to have it now... the feel and taste of his long thick beautiful cock in her
mouth!
His thick, incessant tongue laving the frantic bud of her clitoris brought about an
excitement she would have thought impossible, having just orgasmed. But it was
happening again. She was going to cum again, and it would be lovely... beautiful... Oh,
the darling, she thought passionately, clinging to his still concealed cock-flesh and
eagerly stroking it. With feeling, yet gentleness, Susan worked the heavy protective skin
back and forth, his warm head nestled between her fully spread thighs, his long searing
tongue unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her hotly steaming cunt. And then, it
suddenly came out, the redly glistening tip of long thickened hardness, ever slipping
forward toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips... until at last it actually touched
them.
With a blinding craving, Susan in her lustful obsession ovalled her warmly waiting lips
to let the slenderly tapered tip of the dog's smooth wet hardness slide between them,
easing further and further up into the host moist dampness of her mouth. It moved
slowly and relentlessly along her tongue until it reached the back of her throat. She
brought her tongue into play then with an irresistible fervency, greeting and welcoming
the presence with mindless abandon. Her desire-fogged brain swam with the lustful
intoxication of what she was doing... and then she tasted the thick, pulsing length of his
raw cock-flesh, a sensation of wanton relish racing through her as its sweet pungent
maleness entered her mouth. Mmmmmmmm... It was no less delicious than she would
have thought... and it was so hot and hard, swelling more and more with every passing
second!
She heard his high-pitched animal whine as he continued to lovingly lick her lust
inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl her caressing little tongue hotly around
his long thick cock to repay him for the unbelievable pleasure he had brought to her.
She felt his powerful body responding to her sucking, his canine loins jerking and
pressing forward. She brushed one exploring hand along his belly to his heavy, sperm
filled balls, cupping them warmly at first, then lightly teasing them with her fingertips.
Again he whimpered, the excitation causing him to begin a slow rhythmic fucking
motion up into the tightly clasped oval of her warmly sucking lips.
God, the incredibly exotic taste of it was the mind-bending delight, Susan sensually
groaned to herself, beginning to nurse and tongue motherly at the ever-thickening
length of burning hard penile flesh with salaciously timed movements. Delicately sweet,
her lust-filled brain thought wildly, yet spiced with the sexy raciness of nature's semen
itself! Oh... Oooooohhhhh... God... so delicious... so, so delicious...
The smooth coned length of his growing, blood-engorged cock fucked into her mouth
in perfect cadence, while his own tongue laved at the hot, liquid flesh of her openly
splayed cunt with animalistic hunger! She nipped and gently scraped with the sharp
edges of her even white teeth, at the same time swirling her hot little tongue in tiny
moist circles around his pulsating animal-hardness, lost in the licentious thrill of her
action. God, it was like hot honey in her mouth, taperedly plunging in a slippery wet
heat all the way down to her throat. What would his dog-cum taste like? Mannish, like
Bruce's? Warm and thick, squirting from the tip of his beautiful cock in creamy
spewing jets?... or were animals different...?
Samson had never known anything like this with any other woman. What this pretty
new woman was doing was beyond anything his keen instincts could comprehend. She
had his hardened cock flesh inside her warm wet mouth, yet it felt as if it were
thrusting into the hot fleshy interior of a small clutching vaginal hole. But there was a
difference too, a pleasurable different in the feel of her little tongue and teeth. He
whined to those sensations which were causing waves of delight and fire-like pressure
deep in the depths of his swirling loins, knowing that very soon he would know a
tremendous release...!
Susan mouthed and worked slavishly at the German shepherd's huge, hardened cock,
her mind a furnace of simmering lust. Oh God... she wanted this hot, bestial dog-cum
shooting into her mouth... dribbling down her throat... scaldingly flooding her belly!
Raging tongues of stabbing flame blazed between her legs! Her tremoring belly seethed
and her loins... the fire-filled wetness of her cunt glowed with the searing passion
tormenting it. She clutched at the loving animal's hugely swollen balls, beginning to
lewdly milk and caress them as she noisily slavered over and sucked at his hugely
thickened cock. Oh God... God... She was going to cum like an atomic explosion
beneath his beautiful hot tongue. She heard him whine, then yelp, in his own bestial
ecstasy.
And then, his little yelp became an almost guttural snarl at the same time as his
muscular flanks began to pump furiously. His cock was driven deeper into Susan's
throat, and his sudden lurch triggered wild, untamed sensations of joy inside her. She
moaned out around his throat-plunging cock, wildly sucking and swallowing until it
began to spasm in her mouth... then... then it erupted volcano-like and spewed out in
thickly cascading gushes the scalding liquid cum from the bloated reservoir of his
heavily inflated balls!
At that moment, Susan was driven almost insane with the intensity of her exploding
passion. The stream of viscidly sizzling sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her
frantically sucking mouth faster than she could ever hope to swallow it away. Time and
again, as if he were actually pissing down her desperately gulping throat, the climaxing
German shepherd continued to cum, the lust-charging sensations firing Susan's orgasm
like nothing before... earth-tremoring... And on and on it went... until finally the whole
world stood perfectly still...!


Epilogue

As far as John Martin was concerned, things couldn't have worked out better if he had
planned them. True, he had married Susan less than a week after their incredible night
together, but much to his surprise, he had lost none of his freedom. In fact, he was
actually encouraged by Susan to spend time with other women. The lovely auburn
woman seemed to realize that putting a leash on a husband was the surest way to make
him want to leave. As long as John knew he could come and go as he pleased, there was
no reason to think that he would take off as had Bruce.
There was another reason why Susan was so free too. As long as Samson was around,
the young woman knew that she would never be without the loving she had come to
need. And, of course, there was always Lori. The mother and daughter became so close
as to be almost one person. If the young teenager was not with Bill, and Bill was not
with another woman, generally Judy who was now a great friend of Susan, mother and
daughter would spend endless hours with each other, often joined by Samson.
At the moment, both Bill and John were occupied, the teenage boy with studying and
John with Judy. With school having started once again, Lori had less free time than
ever, and she and her mother would spend even more time with each other. Samson
seemed inexhaustible, always ready to partake in the pleasures of his new family.
"Finish your homework?" Susan asked her daughter as the young redhead girl bounded
into the living room.
"Yes, mother... I'm through studying for the night."
Almost as if on cue, Samson bounded into the living room, his bushy tail wagging, his
ears perked up. He could sense the keen aroma of beginning sexual excitement starting
in the two women, both of whom he had come to love deeply.
"Looks like Samson wants to have a little fun," Lori remarked, "and something tells me
he doesn't want to go for a walk."
"That's for sure," Lori said, pulling out a joint and handing it to her mother. As the
young girl had learned the pleasures of sex from her mother, so also had her mother
learned that smoking pot was nothing to be feared. She took the marijuana cigarette
from her daughter and inhaled deeply on the thick smoke, feeling her body relax totally
from the day's tension. In less than five minutes, both women were stoned and
stripped, Samson bounding at their feet, eager to get started.
Mother and daughter pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss. For a moment,
they were lost in a world of mounting lust, increased as they fondled each other's full
rounded breasts, pressing the nipples against each other.
Then they were brought out of their trance by Samson squeezing his furry body
between them.
"I'd say Samson can't wait," Lori breathed into her mother's ear.
"Sometimes I think he's just as human as the rest of us," Susan smiled as she pulled her
daughter to the carpeted floor. "I could kick myself when I think of how I was
neglecting the needs every woman has. With that line of thinking, I was neglecting the
needs everyone else has as well."
"I think you've made up for that a million times over," Lori whispered as she spread her
legs, allowing Samson's long snoot to press against her tingling vaginal split. She
gasped as she felt the dog's long tongue snake through her passion-fluttered cuntal lips,
and she allowed her mother to move up to her head. "It's time to forget about the past
and think only of the future," she added as she closed her lips over her mother's cunt.
How true, thought Susan as she felt her reason and consciousness flow away from her.
How true!


THE END
