DOWN ON THE RANCH
By Carlotta Graham


Chapter 1

At last, back home in Texas! There was no place in the world like Texas, Terry
Wainwright thought... No place else where people lived so bold and free and
passionate, yet so strongly rooted to the land... grazing land for huge herds of cattle,
land rich in oil, land saturated in a mystique of masculine prowess that never lost its
power for the beautiful redheaded girl. How she had missed the endless plains, which
stretched in infinite vastness toward the horizon, parched golden now by the blazing
summer sun.
From her bedroom window she could see young Peter Hennings out in the corral
working out Firebrand, the sleek black stallion he had just broken... And from the
kitchen below she could smell the fresh coffee and sausages that Bessie, the
housekeeper, was fixing. Bessie had been almost like a mother to Terry, had nursed her
as a baby, and cared for her as a young girl. After Terry was orphaned, Bessie had
become even more of a mother to her. And she wondered now, did Bessie know her
secret? Bessie somehow always seemed to know everything, yet if she did, she had never
let on.
Yes, it was good to be home. Here in the great open spaces of Texas she felt herself
again, unconstrained, free, and, at eighteen, a full-blooded, almost grown woman. It
had been so different back east, in the confining, rigid atmosphere of the Bromley
Boarding School in Connecticut where she had spent the last three years.
Her room now was exactly as it had always been, and she derived tremendous pleasure
from its warm familiarity. The lavender gingham curtains were blowing in the warm
morning breeze, just lightly billowing over the old oak bedpost, as she lay atop the
cotton quilt her grandmother had made and given her when she was very small, its
brightly colored pinwheel patterns so comforting in their playful innocence...
Terry rolled her head contentedly now on the crisp white linen pillow case, causing her
long blonde tresses to unfurl in a fan-like aura of golden splendor, her lovely smile full
of joy as she gazed with clear blue eyes out the window, watching with fascination as
Peter demonstrated his mastery over the once wild stallion. Peter had been away, too...
had left a year before Terry had, to study at Princeton. And he, too, seemed somehow
changed. His boyish good looks had lost their innocence, yet his most striking
characteristic remained the same – his intensity. And he rode the horse now with the
fierce concentration of energy that was so typically Peter.
Terry lay deliciously naked atop the cheerful quilt, her head slightly raised to see over
the twin peaks of her firm, large breasts.
Three years! Was it possible? Yes... she'd been fifteen when Uncle Craig had decided to
send her east to school. It was the only decent thing to do, he had said. And at the time
she had hated him bitterly for it, hated him with a passion, childishly swearing never to
return, never to set foot on the ranch again. But time had mellowed the pain... time and
delicious fantasies of their reunion.
Uncle Craig and the portly black housekeeper Bessie – they had been her parents after
her own mother and father were killed when their small private plane crashed in a
lightning storm. But Uncle Craig had been so much more to her, too...
Yes, it felt good to be home, but deep in her belly a disturbing feeling was beginning to
grow, beginning to eat away at the first flush of her joy at being home. For Uncle Craig
had married last year, married the foreman, Harry Martin's, widow, Maria. She had
heard about it in a letter, and she had been depressed for weeks.
How could he have done it? How could he have done that to her... betrayed her love for
him so totally, first by sending her away and then by marrying that little Mexican bitch.
Oh, she was good enough for a lout like Harry Martin... maybe too good for him... but
Uncle Craig didn't love her, couldn't love her... it was impossible, for she, Terry, was
his only love... except of course for his dead wife – Peter and his sister Alyssa's mother
– but she had died more than a decade ago.
Abruptly, Terry swung from the bed, her happy mood at awakening in her own bed for
the first time in so many years, all but replaced by a more sullen turn of mind. But it
wasn't Uncle Craig's fault... it was that damned bitch, that damned Maria Martin... she
had manipulated her way into Craig's heart, taken what was rightfully Terry's... How
could Craig ever feel for anyone else what he had felt for Terry...
Slowly, the exquisite eighteen-year-old blonde arose and walked toward the bath. Three
years at that ridiculous school with no one but Sara Wilkens, her roommate, to admire
her perfect ivory nakedness. She paused before the full length mirror at the door, gazing
appreciatively at what she saw her high-set, rounded, widely spaced breasts, so firm and
proud; their ruby nipples distended from the warm brush of air caressing them from
the window... her slender girlish waist that gently swelled into round provocative hips, a
flat smooth tummy, long, full, well-tapered thighs, curvaceous calves and nicely formed
ankles. She caught her long, pale blonde hair in her hand, the movement causing her
erect, rotund breasts to jut forth in full bloom...
Subconsciously, she smoothed her hands down over them and along her slightly
delineated ribs to the smoothness of her belly and through the soft entanglement of
silken hair covering the gentle swell at the erotic vee of her loins. She trembled and felt
the flush in her cheeks at her almost wanton stroking of her own body...
And thoughts of Uncle Craig immediately flooded her brain... the memories of a
twelve-year-old woman-child whose budding breasts and sparse, hair-sprinkled mound
barely announced her puberty... a slender frightened child who, in the. aftermath of the
loss of both her parents, found solace in the arms of her handsome Uncle, her mother's
brother, Craig.
"Don't worry, my darling," he had comforted her. "As long as I'm alive, you'll always
have someone to take care of you. " His arms held the young child tightly, gently, as
she cried into the comforting strength of his masculine shoulders...
Now Terry stared at the mirror, not seeing herself, remembering what had taken place
in this very house almost six years earlier... Somehow, somehow, she had known then
what it was she wanted and needed from the powerfully built man who was her new
guardian... Somehow, the overwhelming emotions that had been stirred in her at the
death of her parents had aroused in both of them intensely passionate sexual feelings.
And Terry had known... somehow she had known... what it was she needed from Uncle
Craig...
"Kiss me, Uncle," she had asked through her sobs... The pain of her loss was dissolving
and through her tears she was aware then only of her Uncle's body near hers, aware of
nothing beyond them. Nothing existed then but she and her uncle. He had kissed her
lightly, avuncular, on the lips... so softly, but then, somehow, his lips had lingered there
and he was holding her tightly against him. The warmth of his strong body was so
comforting to her as his hand ran tenderly through her hair... but the kiss didn't stop at
her lips it travelled about her face as if with a life of its own... to her forehead, her eyes,
her cheeks and then back to her mouth.
"I love you so," he had breathed.
"Do you, Uncle Craig, do you?"
"Oh God!" he moaned hoarsely, his voice thick with feeling. Terry could remember still
how he had hugged her to him and then began to run his big warm hand beneath her
skirt, up her legs, over her quivering belly to her tiny breasts, kissing her intermittently
as he fondled and taunted the tiny nipples that peaked the little mounds of flesh, until
she tingled all over... while his hand had smoothed down over her tummy to the puffy
little swelling so neatly creased by the pink slit where the tiny blonde hairs grew on
either side, and he had done things to her with his gentle finger that had sent waves of
joy soaring through her whole body. Then, before either of them had even realized
what was happening, he had slipped down in the couch and was between her widely
spread legs, his big hands warmly cupping her buttocks, his face snugly fitted into her
young loins, his hot tongue splaying the lips of her pussy as it licked and taunted the
sensitive pink flesh within... even slithering downward between her bottom-cheeks to
tickle the hole of her tiny anus while he held her legs up high and pressed back against
her small breasts.
Oh, God! she thought. How beautiful it had been! And then, somehow, Lord knows
how it had happened, but oh, how wonderful it was as his big hard juicy cock found its
way to her mouth... and she had sucked and sucked on his sweet hot cock with her
childish mouth until his love juice spurted into her mouth and she swallowed it.
Now, staring at her enticing naked body in the mirror, she thought that it must be a
wonderful release when one came. She had never known the pleasure; not with her
uncle, not even with her roommate Sara Wilkens. It had been nice with Sara, of course,
but making love with a girl couldn't compare to what it had been like sucking her
uncle's wonderful penis... as she had done so many times for the next few years. But
one thing Craig Henning's never did was take his niece's precious virginity.
But then had come their separation. Even now, as she thought of it, she could still feel
the pain it had caused her...
"Darling Terry," he had said, "We have to end this... it never should have begun in the
first place... you were just a child... still are. I don't know," he had added thoughtfully,
"Sometimes the emotions in reaction to a tragedy can tear down boundaries that are
best left untouched..."
"Oh no! Uncle Craig! What are you saying?" She cried hysterically.
"You're the same age as my own daughter, Alyssa... and soon you'll be a woman... You
have to forget me now, you must think about finding a young man and making a life of
your own..."
She had clung to him frantically, every inner fiber of her body caught up in the
whirlpool of the spontaneous fear he had brought into being within her. To live without
Uncle Craig! She could only see a vast black abyss of nothingness stretching out before
her...
But in time the painful void had been filled, mundanely, prosaically, with school and its
rigorously scheduled if meaningless activities...
But now she was home... and all could be so wonderful again between them, if only... if
only it weren't for Maria Martin.


Chapter 2

Peter Hennings could see the sweat beading now on Firebrand's sleek black neck, and
he brought the horse to a halt, dismounting and letting him wander about the corral
alone, more accustomed now than an hour ago, to the control of a rider. Soon, it would
be completely broken... a magnificent creature, it had been a challenge to Peter... a
challenge like his cousin Terry would be.
He took the white Stetson from his head and fanned his face with it as he strode from
the corral. It was only ten, but already the sun was strong. It would be hot today, real
hot...
He walked toward the ranch house thinking of his cousin... So Terry Wainwright was
back... his dad's precious little niece. Shit! He hated to admit it to himself, but she had
grown into a ravishing beauty. Christ! A girl like that could drive a man right out of his
mind. Ever since she had arrived, she could set his rod dancing in his pants every time
he looked at her. Shit... four years ago she wouldn't even look at him... but now, not
only had he gotten a degree from Princeton, he was turning out to be a hell of a good
hand... not an eastern dude like everyone had expected.
Seated at the large wooden kitchen table, Terry glanced out the window and noticed
Peter walking toward the kitchen, the dry Texas dust kicking up at the heels of his
hand-tooled boots...
Terry's first reaction was to want to leave the kitchen before he arrived, for as attractive
as Peter was, there was something about him that made Terry want to avoid him. She
didn't know just what it was. Perhaps his intensity, which was so attractive, was also
frightening to the young blonde.
"Good morning little cousin," he said, entering the kitchen and bending down to kiss
her on the cheek.
"Miss Terry don't seem to have much appetite this morning," Bessie chimed in from the
sink where she was washing dishes. "Why, after what passes for food back east, she
don't know what to do when she gets a plate full of good Texas home cooking..."
"Oh, you're cooking is wonderful, Bessie!... It's just... I don't know... all the excitement
of being home, I guess..."
"Well, Bessie," said Peter, "You can give me double what you gave Terry . .'. Firebrand
gave me quite a workout this morning... I'm famished!"
"Excuse me," said Terry, rising from the table. "I think I'll go for a little walk... it's been
so long. Maybe I'll wander down to the creek."
"Hang around till I fill my belly, and you'll have some company," said Peter.
Terry had wanted to be alone, but she didn't know how to tell Peter that without
insulting him. So instead, she smiled and nodded agreeably. To make conversation
while Peter wolfed down his breakfast, Terry asked him about his sister, Alyssa.
"Where is she, anyway," the blonde asked. "I haven't seen her but once since the night
I arrived... and she didn't even stop to chat..."
"Damned if I know," Peter answered. "That girl gets weirder and weirder every day...
just hangs out alone in her room or in the woods with that damned dog of hers,
Lyndon..." He finished his breakfast with a huge forkful of sausage and pancake, took a
last gulp of his coffee, then left the house with Terry. They walked down the dusty path
around the corral, then straight for almost half a mile until they reached the wooded
area and the small path that led to the creek.
The two of them sat on the bank of the creek and watched the water gently make its
way over the small rocks to tumble down a small waterfall just a few yards away. Terry
was breathing in the sweet air, listening to the sounds of the woods, trying very hard to
ignore the growing feeling of sexual attraction that was beginning to course hotly
through her body for her cousin. Then, suddenly, Peter was pulling her close to him
and holding her tightly, kissing her firmly on the mouth, trying to force her mouth
open with his hotly probing tongue.
"Peter... please... no," he heard her plead, her small hands pressed against his chest as
he enfolded her to him, her shoulder length pale blonde hair framing her alluring face,
her clear blue eyes betraying the passion he could sense she was feeling despite her
protest. And he was right, for as they had walked together, their bodies brushing up
against each other from time to time, she had begun to feel little tendrils of arousal
every time they touched. But it was so confusing to the young blonde... how could she
feel for Peter what Was meant only for his father... only for Uncle Craig... But to the
troubled young blonde, her passions seemed somehow too hard to fight... as she had
not been able to fight even the feelings aroused in her by her roommate Sara Wilkens.
Peter continued to hold her firmly, until he felt her full young breasts flattening against
him, their hard little nipples burrowing into the muscles of his chest. Then he lost all
control.
And she had seemed to want him too! Slowly, her arms had slipped upward around his
neck, tiny whimpering sounds escaping her as her lips parted in response to his hungry
mouth and he'd maneuvered her gently down onto the soft, grass covered bank. And
shit! Her kisses, soft and moist, went all the way to the depths of his belly. She closed
her eyes and offered herself, as if suddenly her whole delightful being had become
inflamed with hot tongues of lashing excitement surging through her... as if all of her
frustrations had been unleashed inside her at once, her warm soft passionate body
vibrating against him in its overflow of sensations.
"Oh, no! Peter! No!" she moaned.
"We mustn't... I'm-I'm a virgin..."
Peter was astonished at the revelation of this fact, but he was too carried away to let it
stand between them... "You want it as much as I do, Terry," he'd answered against the
heat of her soft lips.
And then she was close to tears... It was too much. It was true that Peter was attractive,
that her body was responding to him in a most incredible way, but it was Peter's father
she really loved. Only now, he wasn't hers any more... he'd married... and now she had
to find her own man. Terry was torn in two by her confused needs and desires...
"Hey, it's all right little girl," he comforted her.
"Oh God... no, no Peter... we can't... oh, please, don t...!"
But Peter took his cue not from her words but from her hotly pulsating body. His hand
slipped beneath her blouse to cup her breast outside her bra... and then he unfastened
the restricting garment and massaged the exposed satiny firm spheres into a maddening
hardness. She gasped as he took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, his
playing tongue obviously setting her off wildly, blinding her to the exploring touch of
his excited, hot hand slipping upward beneath her skirt caressingly, between her
smooth white thighs.
"Oh... oh... oh... Peter, darling... please... please stop... we mustn't," she panted with
sweet hot breath down into his face that was kissing and sucking at her breasts, while
her arms embraced his head even tighter to her.
But he didn't stop; instead, his probing hands continued to fondle and graze her
tingling flesh, investigating the full length of her trembling, soft, smooth body, roving
over her flat white belly and downward to the nylon concealed suppleness of her pubic
mound. He touched her there tenderly, his strong fingers stroking and teasing until she
became aware of his middle finger slipping inside the legband of her sheer, white
panties and abruptly into the moist virginal slit of her vagina. She gasped aloud at the
contact and he felt the electric-like sensation surging through her, causing her to writhe
feverishly beneath his hand.
"Oh, Darling! Darling... no, no, please... no!" she pleaded chokingly, his breathing
against the soft flesh of her delightful breasts coming in ever increasing gasps. "Oh...
oh... what are you doing to me?"
But Peter ignored her entreaties; his prick was screaming for release. Fuck! He couldn't
wait any longer! This was it... now! He knew she had to hear the metallic whisper of his
zipper as he unleashed the throbbing, thick length of rock-hard flesh, and then it
pressed against the silken warmth of her upper thigh. Immediately, he felt her
quivering body recoil automatically to its alien touch, even as his finger probed deeper
between her legs into the warm snug dampness of her vagina, while he sensed the
growing intoxicating waves of inner excitement that were ripping through her, and she
tossed her head passionately. Then, all of a sudden, she seemed to lay as if mesmerized,
physically entranced from the pleasurable sensations that he knew were raging
excitingly within her... She wanted it! She wanted Peter to bury his prick inside her!
The hell with Uncle Craig! The hell with him!
Peter searched for her hand... found it and placed it on his hardened cock, his own big
hand covering hers and enclosing her delicate fingers around it.
Then slowly, she had tightened them, squeezing compulsively, as if examining tactually
its hot rigidness, feeling it give slightly beneath the pressure while he gasped between
her breasts, the sound of her increased breathing filling the air as if she was
overwhelmed by its size.
"M-My God, Peter... it's... it's so big!" she exclaimed, holding tight to it, her voice
hoarse with passion. "I-I had no idea it would be... so long... and thick... M-my fingers
won't go around... ohhhh... my darling!"
Then, all of a sudden, she began to stroke it... massaging the thick layer of outer skin
back and forth... up and down... to the same rhythm he had established with his
probing finger deep inside her moist tight young vagina.
Fuck! There was no stopping him now, he thought! She was ready... had even
encouraged his advances. He couldn't stop... couldn't! Her whole luscious body vibrated
passionately, hungrily, as did his pressed tightly against her and in her hand. She
squirmed responsively beneath his finger sinking ever deeper within the tiny ring of her
cunt's maidenhead, now so moist from the lubrication he had stimulated there. It
seeped from the pouting vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch even to the cleft
between her round, full buttocks... and then, in his excitement, it struck him that he
was about to destroy her still intact hymen... and he felt certain that she wanted him to!
She was ready!
His prick jerked in her hand at every loving stroke she administered, and as he
increased his maddening pleasure-inciting finger-thrusts up into her, she quickened and
lengthened the pumping of her small hand clutching tightly to his throbbing, fleshy
shaft, that seemed to grow and grow into unbelievable hardness.
It was the sudden little animal-like whimpers that began to tumble from her lips as she
seemed to squirm frantically against him, almost as if she were trying to slither down
his frame toward the jerking prick she was clutching hungrily in her dainty hand that
encouraged him further...
Suddenly, he was rolling on top of her between her legs, but abruptly she began to fight
him, clamping her long naked legs tightly together, her thighs clasping his stiff,
throbbing cock between them while he struggled furiously to get the hardened tip of his
prick into the moist opening of her virginal, if excited, vagina.
"Peter! No! Not this way! Stop! Stop! We can't... you mustn't!" she cried up at him, her
teeth clenched as she squirmed and fought with furor he hadn't realized she possessed,
clenching his rock-hard prick tightly as it strained inside her pantie-leg, its rubbery
head playing through the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her chaste, pink cunt, inching ever
forward from the weight and force of his near insane attempt to penetrate her. "No!
No... oh, please... My God!... Stop!" she half wept, and as she squeezed and writhed
furiously, he'd felt the rumbling in his balls and his cock began to pump within her
clutching fingers while he gasped aloud in uncontrollably ecstasy.
He was cumming! He groaned and grunted to the thick hot streams of sperm shooting
from his rod's jerking head, saturating her still obviously excited split, its quivering
open lips and the surrounding silken pubic hair, until she was drenched with the warm,
viscous liquid, even to the soft inner sides of her thighs, and it dribbled wetly down
between her legs to moisten her panties and the soft ground beneath her squirming
buttocks.
Then, in overwhelming shame and spent lust, he collapsed on top of her, breathless and
still gasping... Oh God! It was the worse thing that could have happened if he were to
have this gorgeous blonde for his own.
Terry got to her feet, wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand. She
glanced briefly at Peter and then began to walk quickly away. Peter sat there full of
anger for himself. What a fiasco that had been. Damn it! He'd just have to woo her that
much harder... His Dad had gotten the last woman he'd set his sights on... Maria
Martin... and now he needed a wife of his own.
And shit! No man in his right mind would feel like he'd gotten second best with Terry
Wainwright. His head still swam with the recent memory of her naked body and his
sated rod began again to jerk at the mere thought of her voluptuous soft white body
stretched out in anticipation before him. He could still see in his mind's eye the thin,
hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs... then, she
would open them for him, a little more, a teasing smile playing upon her pouting
mouth. He would see that she was excited by the first tiny dewdrops of moisture rising
between her legs, faintly visible and glistening in the tight, narrow pink slit as she
exposed herself to him...
Christ! He had to knock this off! He hadn't been this turned on by a woman since
Maria...
But he couldn't bear to think of that.


Chapter 3

It was early evening and still warm, but the daytime noises had been stilled and one
could hear the piercing chirp of the crickets and smell the settling sweetness of the
evening air. Dinner had been served early and a strange mood had pervaded the dinner
table, so many undercurrents of passion unacknowledged, yet bristling so near the
surface, had made light conversation rather difficult. And all of the members of the
family had gone separate ways after dinner, leaving Bessie in the quiet of the kitchen to
ready things for another day.
Craig had gone to be alone in his study, but he had been there only a few minutes
when his wife Maria entered, perched herself on the arm of his old leather easy chair,
and began running her long, red-tipped fingernails through his thick wavy dark hair.
"What is bothering you, my darling?" she asked in her slightly accented voice.
Craig reached up and held her hand in his. "It's nothing, love... Just-just some old
business."
"Poor darling," said Maria, getting to her feet. "I'll fix you a nice drink and then I will
leave you alone with your thoughts." The beautiful dark-haired Mexican woman was
very much in love with Craig Hennings. She had lived on the ranch a long time as
Harry Martin's wife until he had been killed by a wild stallion just over a year ago – at
least, that had been the cause of his death as stated on the certificate. But sometimes
Maria would wonder... She had been a good wife to Harry, but she had not loved him
with the consuming passion she felt for Craig Hennings. And Craig watched her walk
to the bar, his grey eyes full of admiration for her darkly sensual beauty, the cat-like
grace with which she poured him a healthy shot of Chivas, dropping an ice cube into it.
She turned toward him and he could see beneath her well-fitting white cotton blouse,
the full swell of her firmly ripe breasts and the outline of her dark nipples beneath, and
through the slim tailored skirt she wore, he could see the sleek lines of her long,
perfectly shaped thighs, her flat belly, her tiny waist.
Maria handed him his drink then leaned down and kissed him on the forehead with her
full, sensual lips. "See you later, love... feel better."
Craig watched her lusciously ripe little ass sway with unconscious provocation as she
left the room. Then he took a long swig of the Scotch... Christ! He sure needed that.
Maria took such good care of him...
But her presence in the house since her arrival a few short days before had rekindled
his lust!
He had been tempted all day to confide in Maria, to tell her everything and ask her to
help him... but every time he tried... something held him back.
Aw! He was just behaving like an idiot! That was all... He loved Maria with a fervor he
never realized he possessed. Just the thought of holding and caressing her tanned naked
loveliness was enough to set him off any time of day... he'd been so unbelievably
happy... and now, Terry... again.
Christ! What could he do. He rubbed at his broad, furrowed brow slumped down in his
chair. He couldn't start it all over again; his sister's little girl... she had a right to a life
of her own... and sure, it was a sin, a form of incest, what they had done when she was
just a child.
Suddenly there was a light tapping at the door to his study. Then, without waiting for
an answer, Terry entered, a ravishing smile radiating her lovely oval face. She was
wearing just her white terrycloth bathrobe, with her long blonde hair hanging straight
down her back. Craig could only stare at her bewitching child-like loveliness as she
glided gracefully across the room toward him, a little ball seeming to raise up in his
throat as if to choke him.
Without yet a word, he took his face between her small, soft hands and kissed him full
on the mouth, the heady aroma of some exotic essence, as well as her warm sweet
breath, filling his nostrils. He said nothing; he couldn't.
"These past three years seem almost to have not existed at all," she said softly. "Nothing
or no one in the world means to me what you do, darling Uncle Craig." She hung her
head momentarily and he could see the moist little tears forming at the inside corners
of her eyes. "But... I... I'm afraid that perhaps you don't love me anymore."
The choking wad was tight in his throat now. She had touched him at his most
vulnerable spot... his heart. He felt his own vision clouding momentarily as he saw
before him a lost little, broken-hearted orphaned girl; before he realized what he was
doing he had drawn her tightly against his breast as he kissed away her tears and gently
stroked her hair and arms and back.
"My darling little child," he whispered raspily. "You know I love you... have always
loved you! Why, you're my little... my little..."
"Am I still so little, Uncle?" she whispered, looking directly into his eyes as her arms
slipped around his neck and she kissed him again with partially opened, moist lips.
Had he been some kind of all-powerful wizard, Craig Hennings still could not have
prevented the erotic sensations that had charged through him. The pressure of her firm
pointed breasts against his chest and the fullness of her rounded buttocks squirming
down against his lengthening hardening penis suddenly filled him with an awareness of
her maturity with all of the frenzy of a lightning bolt.
"Jesus Christ!" he blurted, once he'd managed to twist his face free of her captivating
lips. "My God, Baby! We can't do this. It isn't right... You must have your own life... I
have my life with Maria," he stammered.
"Why can't we do this?" she whispered, forcing her arms around his neck and clinging
to him furiously. "And who says it isn't right? We belong to each other... just as
always... nothing has changed, Uncle Craig."
"But, it has, Terry darling! Don't you see?" Craig hissed, holding her tightly to him
once more, his big hot hands smoothing over her back and down to the swollen
hillocks of her lush buttocks that were pressuring and moving in hardly discernible
circles against his now rigid, jerking prick. "Y-you're a grown woman... and you need a
life of your own... I-I'm a married man now... and there's Peter... Peter has always
rather fancied you I think... you and he would certainly be a more appropriate
couple..." He stammered on and on attempting to explain the unexplainable.
But Terry was gaining a sense of her power over him. "I don't care... I don't care about
any of that. I-I love you Uncle Craig... I always have and I always will... I've saved
myself for you, Uncle... and I need you... look at me... look!"
All of a sudden, she withdrew one arm and was fumbling with the belt of her white
terrycloth robe. He might have stopped her... had he wanted to... and then she was
exposed down to the round little bowl of her belly, her firm, white proud breasts
nakedly heaving before him, their distended, cherry-peaked nipples capping their
swollen tips in a provocative loveliness that shipped his breath away.
Wild and licentious sensations spiraled through his big frame as uncontrollably his
hand moved to the soft, velvety texture of her waist and she quivered spasmodically to
his touch. He couldn't believe the feel of her silken warm flesh beneath his hand, nor
that he was actually moving it up along the slight delineation of her ribs, until finally it
was cupping the smooth, soft, pointed sphere of her trembling breast and she moaned
aloud, laying her head against his shoulder as if in total happiness at last.
"There..." she sighed raspily. "Now, tell me... is that the breast of a little girl, darling
Uncle? Is it?"
Craig Hennings' brain raced maddeningly. It was wrong, wrong... and he knew it was
wrong! But, Christ in heaven, he couldn't help himself! She was a vixen... a sensually
intoxicating little seductive bitch who was blinding him to all sense of reason with her
delicious young body! Jesus God! He had to have her... one way or another... had to
know for his own sake of reason whether he was lost forever to this satanic curse! There
was no other way; he couldn't go on tormenting himself with thoughts of her
perverting his brain... he had to know!
Abruptly, he clutched her to him and kissed her savagely, thrusting his tongue deep
into her mouth and she whimpered aloud in responsive ecstasy.
"All right, damn you!" he spat between clenched teeth while his huge hand squeezed
and churned the tender flesh of her soft breast, raising further little moans of pain-bliss
from her throat. Again, he kissed her, biting at her lips and sucking them into his
mouth, then, dropping his head suddenly to engulf one breast, drawing the entire
areola between his lips and teeth as the desire to taste her blood ran insanely through
him.
"Oh, Uncle!" she whined from the pain of his teeth sinking into the tender hard flesh
of her nipple. "Oh... oh... yes... do it...! Hurt me...!"
But then, he had pushed her off him and was on his feet. She stared after him as he half
stumbled toward the door, locking it. Then, he turned to face her, his expression almost
savage, twisted and drawn in a manner she had never before seen.
"T-take that goddamned robe off!" he half snarled. "Strip every stitch and get on that
bearskin rug over there. We belong to each other all right! And I'm going to fuck you,
my little niece! You hear? I'm going to fuck some sense in or out of both our heads...!"
Terry gaped at her uncle, this man whom she had placed upon a pedestal within her
mind, this idol whom she had worshipped as her secret God as long as she could
remember, gated at him in shock and a new, uncomprehending horror that was
growing by the second. This... this was not her gentle, sweet, loveable Uncle... not the
wonderful man who used to hold and fondle her... kiss her in tender, sensitive places...
that magnificent protective tower of love and strength whose loving manhood she used
to put into her mouth and suck... Subconsciously, she raised her hand to the exposed
breast he had sunk his teeth into and felt the trickle of blood there, while the sound of
the lewd and salacious word he had spat at her ricocheted about in her stunned brain.
"W-wait... wait Uncle," she stammered as he turned away and went to the liquor
cabinet, raising the bottle of Scotch to his lips... drinking, then wiping his mouth with
the back of his hand. Dear God, she had never seen him this way. No... he had
suddenly turned into some kind of wild man!
"Wait?" he leered. "Wait for what?" He set the bottle down heavily and moved toward
her until he was inches away. "You little bitch! You... you little baby slut! I tried to end
it all between us... let it die with time, but you wouldn't have it, would you? You came
home here with all intentions of taking up where you'd left off, not giving a damn if
you ruined my life, or Maria's... let alone your own! Your only concern was that tight
little pussy between your legs and a child-like obsession that I belonged to you. Well, all
right, little girl... just like you said, we belong to each other... so for the last 
time, strip before I tear that off you!"
"OH, my God!" Terry gasped, taking a step backwards as she still clutched at her
breast. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from her beloved uncle. She wagged
her head gently in a negative gesture of disbelief as her uncle began to remove his
clothes. She tried to speak but couldn't... and then his powerful chest with its mat of
hair was naked before her, his shirt on the floor beside him, and she couldn't help the
tiny sensations that moved upward along her spine at the sight of his powerful, nude
torso. Then, he was unbuckling his belt... and his pants were gone. Automatically, her
eyes locked upon the protruding bulge at the front of his Jockey shorts and then, they
were gone! A violent little spasm racked her soft body pruriently as she stared at him
completely naked now, his face drawn in an almost lewd grin, then her emerald eyes,
confused with both fear and desire, trailed down his massive frame to his heavy,
swollen penis she had dreamed of so many times; it stood out like an ugly spear of flesh
beneath his lean belly and her eyes had widened in utter disbelief. Dear God! Had her
memory played her false? Was that the... the huge monstrous thing she had sucked like
a lollypop as a child?
"You're wasting time, little girl!" he spat, suddenly assuming a salacious grin while his
hand began to stroke the thick, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard,
blood-filled head.
Craig's head swirled. He hardly knew what he was saying or doing, only that the lust
inside him had mounted to a peak where fulfillment alone could release him now.
Damn her, she'd wanted it this way, tried to seduce him, scrounging her ass down onto
his prick, baring her tits to him...
"Oh, Uncle, please... I..."
"Don't beg me! It'll get you nowhere!" he snarled. "It's gone too far now. I've got to
know... do we belong to each other? I've got to know, Terry... because if we do..." he
could not think straight at this point..."Get... get that fucking thing off!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as in utter shame, Terry realized the mistake she had
made. Slowly, she finished opening the robe and let it slip from her shoulders to the
floor, closing her eyes the moment she saw the licentious expression of evil lust increase
on her uncle's face as he drank of her naked body.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "You have become a woman, all right! You're beautiful,
baby... those hips and thighs... Fuck! Get over on the rug!" Once again, his use of the
vile four-letter word sent dual feelings soaring through her. Three years of wanting this
man to make love to her hadn't been completely destroyed by the reality of his sudden
character change; memories, mixed with the virile sight of his splendid muscular
physique, was causing exciting things to take place in her loins and belly; yet the
spectacle of his massive organ that had taken on a savage and frightening aspect to her,
as well as his vicious personality change, were responsible for the fear and revulsion
that was ever mounting inside her.
The tears still dribbled down her cheeks as she went before the fireplace and dropped to
her knees, lowering her head. Craig Hennings moved toward her, coming to a halt
directly in front of her, his hands on his hips, his strong legs widespread.
She said without looking at him: "I'm a virgin, Uncle Craig."
"Hah!" he growled. "You've been saving it for me, then?"
She didn't answer.
"Well?" he insisted.
"Y-yes," she answered. "I-I really was."
Craig's prick jerked at the licentious meaning of her words. "In that case... we better
not disappoint you," he said, gaping down at the entrancing figure of his captivating
young niece, kneeling before him like some slave out of another age... He couldn't
restrain the salacious, almost sadistic pleasures that were filling him. Christ! He had
become some sort of satyric monster, and in his half-drunken state he didn't want to
stop now... not without fulfilling himself, no matter what the price. It had started out as
a bluff, a bluff to frighten her and set her straight... but now... now his ruse had turned
on him, his own lust was consuming him... He couldn't live without it any longer... he
had to have her just as she had to have him!
Suddenly, he reached down and caught a fistful of her long silken blonde hair, jerking
her head upright. Her eyes stared up at him beseechingly.
"Suck it hard, bitch!" he spat. "Now that you're a big girl and like to seduce men... let's
see if you can suck a cock any better! Go on, suck it... or I'll beat you within an inch of
your life!"
Craig Hennings' handsome face was a drunken grotesque mask of sheer lust as he
watched the subservient naked loveliness of his awe-stricken, blonde-haired niece slowly
extend trembling hands toward his heavy jerking cock. Hesitantly, her slender fingers
touched it, then encircled it, causing a hot sensation of feeling to jolt through the fleshy
rod, echoing in his throat with a choking grunt. And then, he saw her eyes widen in a
combination of near-panic and baffling, confused desire, tiny flames of building passion
kindling in them...
The actual feel of his thick, long prick hot and hard in her hand incited galvanic
fermentations within Terry's loins and belly that made her gasp aloud. Her brain had
become an ensnarled turmoil of sudden awakening to tainted, aberrant dreams... yet,
the presence and sight of his massive, hardened stalk inside her small hand and only
inches from her face overshadowed the twinges of revulsion that were trying to make
themselves noticed within her mind. Deep, inbred, child-long desires couldn't be denied
and she whimpered in her mental agony as she knelt between her legs and gaped at the
huge paternal organ she had begun to stroke, a new masochistic emotion surging
through her as he wound his hand tighter in her long hair.
"Damn you! Suck it, I said!" Her uncle spat down at her, jerking her face closer to his
swollen prick. "There's no turning back now, little girl... live or die, we're going to
know!"
"Oooooohhhh... Oh, Uncle Craig," she moaned in an obvious blend of shame and
passion.
Again he grunted as she began to skin it back until the red-fleshed, mushroomed head
popped out from the thick foreskin, not an inch away from her lips.
"Well, you want it, don't you?" he hissed. "You always wanted to suck it... begged me
until I went half out of my mind! So, what's holding you back now? Answer me, damn
you! Do you or don't you?"
"Oh... oh, please... Uncle..." Terry pleaded in her erotic chaos, the degrading truth of
his words sending chills of shame up her spine, even as she stared along the full length
of his long, rigid shaft to the heavy, hair-covered sac of his testicles hanging powerfully
between his legs.
"Say it, if you want it! Say it!" Craig heard himself bark hoarsely, his own brain a
hotbed of drunken and deranged, abusive lust now, and he wound his huge hand in her
hair, twisting cruelly.
"Yes! Yes!" Terry cried out desperately, tears streaming from her eyes from the pain.
"Say it right! Hurry! Tell me what you want, bitch!"
"I-I want to... to suck your cock, Uncle!" she cried, her breast heaving with the sudden
convulsions of her sobs.
He loosened his hold of her hair, then, his eyes glazed, a vile, salacious leer destroying
his face. Subconsciously, his tongue shot from his mouth and began to lick at his dry,
bloodless lips, while he absorbed the delightful contours of her naked body. Bitch, he
thought! Perverted little slut! It was the end for both of them, he knew that much.
Somewhere, blocked away in the normal section of his brain, that one intelligent
thought made itself momentarily to the forefront.
He brushed it away. Nothing mattered now but the satiety of his degenerated lust...
come heaven or hell.
If Terry had felt tears of shame, remorse and degradation not a half-moment before,
they were suddenly blotted away by a series of releasing thoughts. Foremost, was the
fact that had he not been drunk, and had she not thrown herself at him like a wanton
whore, none of this would have happened. But she had... and now she must pay the
price of drawing the almost inhuman beast out in him... yet oddly enough, just the
awareness of his brutality was bringing her masochistic pleasure... fulfilling a hunger
she had never realized she possessed. She wanted him to force her this way! Dear
God...! But beyond all else the wonderful enlightenment of knowing that she had been
equally excited by Peter... that perhaps her future would lie with him... that perhaps,
after all, her Uncle Craig was not the only man in the world for her.
The maddening desire and excitement raced through her once more as she stroked his
heavy cock, and she felt him writhe and heard him groan drunkenly when she drew
back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing the pulsating glans, then,
manipulating the thick, outer flesh back and forth, her mind saturated suddenly with
nothing else but the hot, hard feel of it in her tiny hand, her fingers hardly going
around it; then she moved her enchanting face forward while her brain trailed
backward in time and she became a little girl again... until her lips were but a fraction
of an inch from touching it.
Terry heard him choke in lustful anticipation while unexplainable trickles of desire
rippled through her own young belly and loins, spurring her on to draw in her breath
and flick out her tiny tongue, bringing it into warm contact with the soft, rubbery tip.
She swirled it around slowly, wetly, excitedly, while Craig twisted and jerked beneath
her taunting until her tongue tip finally found the little split at its end and wiggled into
it.
She tasted the pungent tang of the seminal droplets seeping from it and truly she was a
little girl playing, the little girl who loved her uncle, while a new, more enchanting
surge of ungovernable pleasure coursed through her as her nostrils flared wildly. She
licked down the full length of the heavy-veined prick and slowly back up, her small
hand smoothing along it in her tongue's wake, down to the velvety flesh of its massive
base, and even beyond to the soft full bag of his testicles, drawing her nails gently
beneath them, then weighing them in the small palm of her warm hand, while the
other again pressed the thick prepuce back until the ponderous head stood sleek and
naked... and she moved her wanting lips forward slowly, encompassing the spongy head
within their ovaled circle, letting his prick glide along the full length of her tongue as
her wet, rounded mouth absorbed more and more of it, the tiny drops of seepage from
it filling the warm shelter of her mouth with its acid-like piquancy.
Craig Hennings groaned above her bobbing head and began a slow undulating with his
hips, sliding his thick, carnally swollen cock in and out of her mouth with a wet
sucking sound, guided by his big hand wound in her long blonde hair. He watched in
lewd and warped fascination the puffing of her cheeks beneath him as her head nodded
on the end of his prick with unbelievable subservience, and he shoved the aching shaft
between her ovaled lips with growing fury. His grin widened with every in-thrust into
her receptive, sucking mouth, and she groaned in helpless, depraved passion between
his legs.
Terry couldn't fight the obscene thrill the perverted, illicit sucking of her uncle's cock
was bringing her, and salacious memories of similar childhood performances raced
through her mind.
Then she felt a huge sense of loss as Craig slowly pulled his cock from her mouth.
"No, baby," he panted. "I want to fuck you now. I want to fuck you in your virginal
little cunt..."
"Ooooohhh!" Terry moaned, half crazy now with lust. "Ooooh, yes, Uncle Craig! That's
what I want, your cock in my little pussy!" The thought was suddenly wildly, mind
blowingly exciting to the golden-haired girl who had waited all her life for this
fulfillment. Her mind was completely lost now in the desire to satisfy this obsessive
fantasy.
Craig began to plant hot, eager kisses on the silky down of her adolescent pubic hair, to
tenderly stroke her wet warmth of cunt lips with his outstretched middle finger. Then,
as he continued to kiss and lick the soft curls of her passion-moist pubic mound his
probing finger parted the sensitive layers of her cunt and located the rigid wetness of
her wildly tingling clitoris. Terry moaned loudly with increasing hunger. God! How
wonderful it was to have a man touch your vagina, to tease his finger over your naked
clitoris, to kiss your belly with fevered lips...
Momentarily, the thought of his early ferocity and brutality crossed her mind, but she
could not dwell on it, she was so consumed in raging desire herself now, not caring
about anything but the wondrous sensations churning through her young flesh, her
demanding flesh...
Slowly, Craig began moving up, his mouth trailing upward along the smooth, hot curve
of Terry's belly until his wet, soft lips covered one of her granite-hard nipples. He began
to suck greedily, making whimpering sounds of lust deep in his throat, one of his hands
squeezing the firmly pliant breast and the other still gently caressing her wet, pinkly
quivering pussy.
Terry felt as if her whole love-demanding body was enveloped in searing flame when
she snaked her arms tightly around Uncle Craig's neck, pulling him tight against her,
churning her torso hard against his wetly probing lips and fingers, feeling his huge,
quivering shaft like a branding iron against her belly. She cried out at the intense heat
of his fingering inside her, so good, so fantastically good! "Oooohhh, Uncle Craig,
ooohhh, I can't wait any longer, do it to me, Uncle Craig, give it to me, put it inside
me, fuck me, Craig, ooohhh, fuck me with your big hard penis now, right now, right
now!"
Her enticing, mesmeric words drove Craig Hennings up to boiling heights of desire.
Damn it, damn the power his young niece had over him! He'd fuck her all right, fuck
her for all he was worth! He'd fill that tight little virgin cunt of hers with a flooding
torrent of cum!
His massively pulsating cock rested hard against her heated young vagina now, trailing
web-like strands of semen as he moved. She arched for a moment, widening her legs,
feeling his cock slide like a firebrand along her thigh, over her aching, wetly throbbing
cuntal lips; then she settled back on the rug, moaning crazily, "Fuck me, Uncle Craig,
put it inside me, fuck me with your cock, ooohhh, aaahhh, fuck me, Uncle Craig, fuck
meeeee!"
Shifting his weight to one side, Craig reached down with his free hand and grasped his
long hard cock, moving his hips forward until the smooth, rubbery flesh of the tip
made light contact with the soft-fleshed warmth of her seeping cunt. With her pelvis
slightly elevated by the pillow beneath her buttocks, he was able to work with ease, and
using the lust-hardened cockhead like a wedge, he moved it up and down in the hairlined 
slit, parting the thin fleshy lips that hid the tiny opening to her virginal little belly.
She moaned when he brushed the tip of his cock across her pulsating clitoris, and he
teased over it several times until he couldn't wait to fuck her any longer. When his
blood-filled cock positioned right at the opening of her cuntal passage, he raised himself
higher over her spread-eagled young body to ready himself for the thrust of his lust
hardened cock quickly and deeply up inside her defenseless belly.
The flanges of her virgin pussy were parted outward, the soft hair-lined cuntal lips
spread open and wrapped tightly around the huge bulbous head of his cock, poised and
ready to drive far up inside her young body, taking – at long last – her precious young
virginity.
And suddenly Terry felt frightened. She began to beg him to stop, but the words had no
effect on her lust-obsessed Uncle. She had teased and provoked him and God damn it,
he'd take her now, fuck her so she'd never forget it.
The pressure Terry was feeling against the little opening of her cunt became greater and
greater, she was sure the huge rod of flesh could never fit inside her. It just couldn't.
"Nooooo! Pleeeeaaassseee! Oooooh!"
Her tight little cuntal mouth refused to give way under the insistent force, and he
continued pushing his hips forward with all his strength. His aching cock was ramrod
hard and stiff, and the thrill of finally having it pressing nakedly against his beautiful
young niece's seething pussy-lips made his penis swell even larger. Pushing his knees
out to force her legs wider apart, Craig gave a heavy shove forward and the huge
rubbery head of his cock popped suddenly up inside her excruciatingly stretched cunt.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed as a great flashing pain seared through her captive loins,
and her vagina was stretched wide to take the giant head of his lust-hardened penis
inside. She felt like she was being impaled by a red-hot poker iron, and this was just the
tip of his cock! She couldn't imagine how it could hurt more when the rest of his
pulsing hardness was pushed up into her belly. Desperately, she tried to squirm her
naked body out from under him, but to no avail. She was held too securely by his arms
and legs, and looking down over the tops of her full round breasts she could see that
only an inch of his blood-engorged cock had penetrated her impossibly stretched
vagina. Her situation was hopeless.
The tightly clasping flesh around the head of his blood-filled penis served only to excite
Craig more. He had to have his cock buried all the way up inside her moist young cunt
before he jetted his load of hot cum. He jerked his hips forward in one final thrust and
his hard, hot cock roared into the previously untouched territories of her most sacred
treasure.
"Aaaaggghhh," Terry wailed loudly, as the implacably hardened pole of her uncle's flesh
cut deeper into her than she had ever dreamed possible. He had filled her almost to the
bursting point and she could actually feel every muscular ridge of his corrugated cock
through the tortured walls of her vagina.
Craig lay still for a moment. Never had there been such a tight little cunt; it seemed to
grip his prick like an iron fist encased in a velvet glove. He sucked in his stomach
muscles, tightened his arms and made his penis jerk hotly within the tight confines.
"Aaaagggh... don't move it," Terry moaned helplessly.
Delighted with her subservient plea for mercy, Craig flexed his cock again and again,
hearing her groan abjectly with each further twitch of his deeply sunk cock. Then,
gradually, he began short little movements in and out of her cunt. As her passage
became accustomed to his barbaric instrument, the whimpers of pain and protest
gradually changed to little chants of pleasure. Craig started rotating his hips, grinding
his maledom against her vagina until the mushroomed head was beating relentlessly
against her tortured cervix. He rocked above her, thrusting with long, smooth motions
as though he were astride a horse, rising and falling, rising and falling.
Terry had begun moving her hips in unison with his simultaneous harmony. Already
she felt tremendous jolts of pleasure arcing throughout her abdomen. Already he was
causing her body to feel more than she had ever felt before. Her mouth opened and
closed in wordless comments, as shining little beads of perspiration seeped to the
surface of her upper lip. Her neck tendons swelled, then grew taut, with the hoarse
pantings of carnal joy. The room swirled about her; his giant throbbing cock buried
deep inside her pulsating cunt and her love starved vagina together formed a lewd,
wetly sounding symphony of illicit lust. No longer did either of them think of morals...
of anything. Automatically, her body reacted and greedily sought more and more
pleasure, and the obscene words boiled out of her lust-constricted throat.
"Ooooohhh, Uncle Craig... fuck meeee!" The thought of her wanton behavior excited
her even further, and she groaned and caught her breath as the man's powerful hands
pulled her supple young buttocks tighter to his own rampaging prick. She heaved with
passion, the pain of a few moments ago long since evaporated under the heat of her
own passionate desires. She found her knees clenching and unclenching around his
muscular buttocks with each powerful thrust of his wonderful cock. She reached up and
wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his sweating face down toward hers, and her
tongue shot deep into his mouth, slithering in and out in a wild semblance of oral
fucking. Uninhibited gurgling noises of velvet rapture poured from her lust-tightened
throat and she crooned, "Fuck... oh, fuck me, Uncle, fuck... fuck..."
She shoved her cunt lewdly up to him in answer, offering it as she had so often
dreamed of. She was filled now with insane pleasure; she willed and wanted more...
much more... never wanted it to end. At last, she and Uncle Craig, their illicit union
complete.
"Fuck me-eeee," she mewled. "Ohhhh... beautiful..."
Craig Hennings jammed her with ever-increasing force as her tightly locked young
vagina continued to pour out lubricant, lengthening his stroke, drawing his huge rod
almost out of the fleshy, moisture drenched sheath, then plunging downward in
quickening strokes as her cunt hungrily devoured it. Jesus, he thought, she's beginning
to go wild. He heard her grunt before hurtling her wildly sucking vagina up and down
on his throbbing shaft. She had taken complete control away from him as she sought
her own pleasure.
"Aaaaggghhh... ohhhh," she moaned as his cock slammed into and brushed past the
cervix, gasping and coughing with each inhalation into her tortured lungs.
The wildly fucking man's sperm inflated balls slapped hard down against the nakedness
of her unprotected working anus, and through his scrotum he could feel the delicious
softness of her asscheeks, and the hot dampness in the heated crevice where the warm
viscosity and his own saliva had seeped down the cleft from her pulsating cunt. His
throbbing sac seemed surely to split apart from the mounting pressure in it, and he
fought for control – fighting against the need to spew his white hot sperm into the
deepest depths. He began ramming her with increasing fury, wanting to bring her to
orgasm before he, himself, came.
Terry cried out wondrously with every fuck-stroke up into her gratefully accepting
young belly. She screwed her tongue into his throat in unison with each new thrust that
buried his burning shaft deeper. She pulled her legs back even higher, offering him
more and more of her greedily sucking little cunt. Craig glanced downward at his prick,
thinking he would go mad unless he came soon, watching. his whitely glistening cock
slip smoothly and powerfully in and out of her pinkly clasping pussy lips. Quickly,
then, in an effort to bring her along even faster, he slipped his hand beneath her
buttocks and once again teased at the rhythmically flexing hole of her tiny puckered
anus.
"Aaaaggghhh... oh, yes... put your finger in... hard!" Terry rotated her ass down
hungrily against this new invader, pressing down with her stomach muscles as though
she were trying to void something from her bowels, opening the rectum so it could
accept even further the lewdly worming digit.
Her first impression was of pain as she felt the palm of his hand flat against her hotly
grinding buttocks and the finger immediately sank its full length into her rectal passage
and began moving in and out in time with the thrusts of his penis. Then pain became
pain-pleasure. Abruptly she was attempting to skewer the rotating finger to the hilt,
shoving back against it as the same time she strained upward to devour more of his
warm fabulous hard cock deep into her heaving belly.
Craig dug mercilessly into her open little anus, his worming finger feeling the hard
thrusting flesh of his own cock through the thin membrane separating cunt from
rectum. Beneath him, his young niece writhed in complete abandon. Her motions,
together with her guttural croaks of delight and the tightness of her vagina, pushed him
over the edge of self-control and he knew his orgasm was only seconds away.
"Cum now," he commanded, praying she would obey. "I'm going to cum inside of you.
Cum with me..."
Terry, hearing the obscene words began grinding up and down on both impaling
instruments, her toes flexed and splayed out, her breasts heaving, and her legs lurching
from side to side. Then her eyes opened wide in disbelief as she felt the first beginnings
of the first orgasm of her life!
Craig grunted and hammered even deeper as he felt the walls of her vagina seeping the
warm, sticky fluid of her climax. With demoniacal strength, she shoved her pelvis
suddenly up from the bed, rotating her slightly bearded cunt lips around his pistoning
cock with renewed fury. Then she was screaming, "Yes... Oh God... Yes! I'm
cumming... I'm going to... cum! Cum in me... cum in me... CUM IN MEEEEEE!"
Terry convulsed beneath her uncle, her mouth and cunt both sucking furiously, her
panting rasping breath breaking into great gasping sobs, her pussy clenching and
clenching – actually milking him – and her asshole expanding and contracting against
his already deeply imbedded finger as though she were trying to pull in finger, hand
wrist and arm.
Craig was spurred on by her continuing climax, and he thrust deeper into her
voraciously pulsating vagina and anus, forcing her tortured crotch even wider. He
fucked into her as though his pelvis were a wild stallion that had never been broken...
and then... blessed relief. He gasped as he felt the sudden, surging waves of his boiling
white sperm shoot with a roar through the subterranean tunnel from balls to penis, and
he was instantly lost in incredible sensuality as powerful surges of his semen spewed
deep into the hot dark heart of her womb, filling her hungrily contracting little belly to
the bursting point. The walls of her vagina continued to work around his penis as if
they were part of some wonderfully warm milking machine, squeezing and massaging,
clasping and unclasping to drain out every wonderful drop of hotly cascading semen.
Terry's wildly fucked young body suddenly fell back onto the rug, her belly still rippling
from the aftermath of her galactic upheaval. Never had such bliss been experienced. She
was fulfilled completely. She was finally a woman... his woman... Uncle Craig's woman.
She looked into his face now and was shocked at what she saw, for in his eyes she was
aware that he was feeling great emotional pain, some sort of guilt or remorse. And
Terry realized that this was bliss to be tasted but once.
"It's all right, Uncle, darling," she whispered, stroking his hair with her gentle hand. "It
was something we had to do... it was wonderful... But I understand now... no more,
never again." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "And if we're lucky, time will heal
us... time will let me cease desiring you."
"I understand, Uncle Craig."


Chapter 4

"Let them call me crazy if they want to, eh Lyndon," Alyssa Hennings was talking to
her massive German shepherd, which lay sprawled on the floor of her bedroom. The
exquisite redhead was lying naked on the soft pink spread of her bed. A gentle breeze
blowing through her window and dancing about her nipples had made them hard and
rigid. She breathed deeply and her long red wavy hair spread out across the pillow like
a heavy fan.
Alyssa had few friends... she preferred her own company, preferred to spend her time
with her own thoughts or writing... writing a book about life on the ranch that would
shock the whole bloody world when it was published... and playing with Lyndon, a
particularly talented dog.
Alyssa was the same age as Terry and equally as beautiful, but very different as well.
Where Terry moved about in the world as a welcome child, Alyssa had always felt the
outcast. But her beauty was a rival to her cousin's. Besides the ripe fullness of her 
lustinciting breasts, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists, flawless white 
skin, and just the hint of burnished red pubic hair at the center of her loins, she had 
the unusual sort of redheaded coloring-bright coppery hair yet a complexion of most 
perfect cream. She could have had any man in town – but she preferred her wonderful 
German shepherd, Lyndon.
"Lick me," she whispered now to her dog. "Lick my cunt!"
The big German shepherd appeared to smile and then his head inclined and he moved
forward between her scissored-open legs. With single long swiping movement, his snout
went down and forward and then his tongue was snaking out lizard-like and whipping
through the moist wet furrow of her vulnerably spread vagina, ripping her soul to
shreds.
"Aaaarrrggghhh," she groaned, her beautiful red-tressed head flailing backwards, her
pelvic region thrusting upward to meet her canine lover's ardent tongue.
And then the dog did something that was so fiercely exciting it almost took her breath
away. For all of a sudden he drove his cold wet snout right up into her steaming pussy
flesh, wedging it in as deeply as he could. Then, when he'd done that he began
punctuating his snout in and out of her convulsing cunt with a savagely swift, staccato
like movement. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Lyndon! What are you doing!" she screamed as he punched his 
snout in and out between her legs with machinegun thrusts. This was wild, crazy... Oh, 
there couldn't be a man in the world as wonderful as her dog Lyndon.
Frantic with desire, she gripped his ears wildly and tried to drag his face all the way up
inside her. And all the while she was moaning as if she were delirious.
"Oh! OH! DAAARRRLLLIIINNNG!" she crooned, her head flailing from side to side
and her long red hair flying madly around the pillow. This was so totally mind-splitting,
so totally wonderful. His snout was pumping in and out of her loins like an oil drill,
making her lust spiral higher and higher with each lewd bestial thrust. She could feel
the bristly tough hairs all around his handsome Jaws whisking in and out of her cunt as
if they would rip her to pieces. But the pain didn't matter; nothing did. Only this
wonderful feeling in her loins which had turned her body to jelly. Only that mattered
and nothing else.
Alyssa's pelvis gyrated obscenely all over her dog's crazily fucking snout, but she didn't
care. "Yessss," she hissed over and over, not even conscious of what she was saying. The
passion-drugged redhead squirmed and twisted voluptuously on the bed and thrashed
her body all over her lover-dog's face like a woman gone mad, heaving her firmly
mounded breasts up and back with primeval desire. The needs of her flesh had taken
complete control, as they always did when Lyndon was around.
The huge German shepherd whimpered with growing need, feeling his mistress
responding beneath him. Occasionally, when she glanced downwards, she could
glimpse his thickening red penis slipping ever so slightly more from its well-concealed
sheath, the tiniest drop of milk-white sperm glistening in its red beveled tip.
A savage shudder of pure desire rippled through Alyssa's hopelessly turned on flesh.
She was almost there now, and the sight of her furry lover's enormous penis forced her
still higher. The sheer eroticism of her mad situation made her feel giddy to the point
of weightlessness. Here she was, as she had been so many times since she had been
given Lyndon at thirteen, in her own bedroom, being fucked by a dog. For four years
now Lyndon had been her lover... four years, and it never ceased to be as illicitly
thrilling as it had been that very first time...
The terrible, frustrating tingle in her loins was being swamped by other equally
tormenting sensations.
Her hotly seeping red-fringed pussy seemed to be carried away on a tide of sensuality.
"Lyndon!" she panted breathlessly. "That's it, darling! Oh, darling!" But the sounds
from her gasping throat came like a choking gurgle, so that she herself couldn't even
identify the strange sounds coming out of her mouth.
Her smoky, lust-glazed eyes peered down at her handsome canine lover through a veil
of lewd and lascivious yearning. Then her eyes glazed as wave after wave of unbearable
pleasure inundated her hungry loins. A spot of licentious saliva appeared on her
burning crimson lips. Every move of the muscular animal waxing so hungrily between
her shivering legs made her thighs feel like water. All of her flesh seemed to have
disintegrated with weakness and the sheer force of her passion. There was a raging
conflagration within her hair-fringed cunt that dominated her soul totally and without
mercy. Frenetic sensations of pure desire seemed to be ripping her apart.
"Darling... oh, good, that's it... love... oh, darling..." She trembled thrillingly beneath his
lavish nasal fucking. Her vagina was so moist and flowing with passion she was afraid
she might faint from sheer joy.
And then he went back to licking her again. Alyssa uttered a mindless little cry of pure
heaven as her canine darling's long, thick tongue suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at
its tip as it searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive lips of her lasciviously waiting
cunt. And then, before she could get her head back on straight, Lyndon had laved his
way all the way down to the very mouth of her lust-inflamed vagina, separating wetly
the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching heat upward and in between the
swollen lips, and then finishing with an agonizingly electrifying twist at the delicate
little bud of her already hotly vibrating clitoris.
Alyssa gurgled like a baby, out of her mind with ecstasy. "Aaaarrrggghhh...!" This was
the most wonderful feeling in all the world! She wanted to burn up in it! Pressing her
fingers into his soft furry crown, she goaded him on as his lewdly lapping tongue
assaulted her most secretive inner recesses. Again and again the handsome brute
repeated his burning lingual caress, dragging gasps of pure lasciviousness from the 
sexintoxicated young redhead. His obscenely stroking tongue splayed through the
widespread crevice of her shivering white thighs, singeing her exposed and vulnerable
loins which were humping so lewdly up into his face, her soft, sparse-curled pubic
mound seething with primitive sexual debauchery.
By now, Lyndon's erotic lapping of her blazing vagina had left Alyssa no better than a
gibbering, whimpering idiot, wild to feel every last stroke of that long artful tongue of
his, crazy-mad to know every last thrilling, mind-bending sensation that flowed from its
electrified tip.
As for the German shepherd, he was going wild with desire himself. His enormous
cock, red and angry looking, was now fully exposed and bobbing gently with lewd
intent. And if he hadn't been well trained by his sexually demanding young mistress to
work her up to a fever pitch, he would have done as he wished and sunk the entire
bone-hard rod of his cock deep into her, right to the hilt.
But he knew well what to do, and he did it ruttishly, his long wet tongue slavering
through her red-curling pussy hair, then up in scroll-form through her eagerly
responding cuntal flesh to flick artfully at her ecstasy-drenched clitoris as Alyssa's
cream-white thighs shivered with longing.
The lustful scent of her loins made the dog's sensitive nostrils flare, and he lapped at
her loins with increasing urgency, drawing up all of the tender hair-fringed folds and
then letting them slap back again like liquid rubber. The moist pink flanges quivered
with expectancy, tremulous with desire for him, as the German shepherd's heart beat
frantically and his penis felt as if it were bursting.
"You darling..." she hissed mindlessly, lost in a lust-drugged fit. "That's it, lap my
cunt... oh... oh... you darling... that's it..." She murmured endearments through passion
clenched teeth, her slender white neck straining, her hips pumping upward into his
face, and her long legs thrashing. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her beautiful head
lolled from side to side on the pillow, rolling all of her long red hair back and forth
over her milky smooth shoulders. A tiny blue vein throbbed ardently in her temple as
all of her lust-ridden body gave itself over to pure sensuality. The sheer exquisite joy of
having her loins ransacked by her handsome animal-lover was incomparable.
"Darling! Oooohhh... love me to death! Lick me... oh, God, I'm dying... God... don't
stop... oh... oh... oh... Allyssa will cum in a minute lover... don't stop... faster... faster...
lick... oh God... you're... Oooohhh... Babeeeee!"
All the nerve-endings in her sex-taut body seemed to be shrieking out for completion...
but only... only the most wonderful blinding orgasm would... ooohhh... oh... ohhh...
Her belly was a furnace and the fluid cuntal channel between her legs had become a
raging river at floodtide. The full, sensually swollen mounds of her breasts felt as if they
were bursting with milk. Each time he lapped through her hair-fringed pussy slit, her
belly convulsed with new lust.
Her groans deepened with each long, drawn out lap of her cunt, mingling with the
lewd liquid noises of his tongue between her legs, and filling the bedroom in a
crescendo of carnal release. With one elbow, the wildly groaning redhead raised herself
up to momentarily watch her animal-lover, then fell backward again with a happy sigh.
Her feverish brain had become a blank to everything except his tongue, and her
breathing now came in ragged, sharply punctuated gasps. She was trapped by the
obscene emotion that had no name. Then there was a swift, whooshing intake of her
breath as Lyndon's irresistibly searching tongue spurted out between her widely spread
buttocks to worm its way up between her tingling asscheeks to her snug little anal
mouth, where it lewdly burrowed in as deep as it could!
The voluptuous redhead was wracked with agony as she twisted and turned on the
double bed, her molten hot breasts heaving sensuously from side to side, blissfully, as
the dog's tongue continued splaying open the hotly welcoming flesh – then lunging in
a maddening invading curl all the way up into the primitively clutching heat of her
craving vagina!
"Aaaagggghhh!"
Alyssa moaned with anguish, a moan that seemed not to have any ending. Her entire
vaginal region spasmed with burning energy like an exploding sun, and opening her
sex-drugged eyes to feed lustfully on the obscene spectacle of Lyndon's tongue lapping
so madly between her shivering white thighs only served to increase the maddening
quiver of her belly. She groaned giddily, everything inside her struggling for the climax
that was just out of reach. Her hotly smoldering flesh seemed to be burning up in its
own juices with each maddening lick and flick of the German shepherd's well-trained
tongue!
Lyndon licked deliriously, whining the whole time, his tongue lashing her naked flesh
like a whip, penetrating deeply through the warm, moist, hair-fringed folds between her
obscenely bucking thighs. He slavered thirstily in her ever-flowing cuntal secretions,
adoring her melodious sighs and moans and groans as they broke out about his head in
a tidal wave of encouragement. And yet his ruttish instincts clamored for still more!
Consequently, he abruptly discontinued his lapping of her steaming loins and backed
away from her on his hairy haunches. Alyssa wailed with anguish, gasped and drew
herself up on her elbows, her long red hair trailing out in back of her on the pillows,
her eyes humid and smoky with lust. Her abandoned pussyfolds clutched hungrily after
the swiftly departing tongue, but it was no use. He was gone.
"Lyndon! Darling, what have I done? Where are you going? Please, don't stop!"
But the big German shepherd didn't appear to be listening to the lust-fired young girl's
ardent love words. His eyes blazing with animal desire, he continued backing away...
until she finally understood. Could not help but understand when she saw it! His huge,
upraised red animal penis, completely exposed and glistening lewdly in its blood-filled
rigidity!
Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack at the sight that never failed to drive her
sheer out of her mind with pure lust, Alyssa gaped at the gleaming red penis that had
emerged from its long furry cocoon beneath the big dog's belly, thick and wet, its
tapered end swaying tantalizingly as it left the protective sheath in an ever expanding
length of hardness.
It was bigger ,than any man Alyssa had ever known, and it was no wonder she
preferred her wonderful dog to any of the men who had chased after her. Now she
panted wordlessly, her eyes glazed over. as she confronted this marvelously formed
canine cock sliding with such agonizing slowness from its soft brown sleeve. She could
feel her mouth flooding with saliva. She was so turned on she was almost ready to
explode! She was thrilled beyond all measure that it was her beauty which could arouse
this powerful, good-looking animal to such a fever pitch of lascivious illicit desire,
transcending all bounds of known propriety.
And why not? Who said only a man could appreciate a woman's body? Lyndon had
proven over and over again that he knew all the little feelings and nuances required of
an ardent lover.
So why shouldn't he fuck her, ram his thickly bloated animal-cock high up into her
slippery passion drenched cunt...
Who was to say it was wrong... Her father? How could he say anything when he knew
she knew his secret... she knew... had known all along, what he was doing with her oh
so innocent little cousin Terry... She knew why Terry had to be sent to boarding school
back east. And certainly her brother Peter was in no position to moralize to her... Peter
chasing like a madman after Maria when she was still married to Harry Martin... Peter
violently in love with Maria... she had her suspicions too about how Harry Martin died,
but why should she say anything? That was all old news now... No, there wasn't a
damned soul in this family of damned souls that would dare to moralize to her! For to
be lust-mad was in their blood, all of them... every last one of the whole rotten family.
And even as these thoughts raced through her mind, she couldn't keep her lust-glazed
eyes off Lyndon's still expanding and lengthening animal cock. "Oooooohhhh," she
squealed, hopelessly thrilled and in the grip of a passion so obscene it was unnamable.
"Yes, I love you... you know I do... but lover darling... Oh God! I can't stand it – I've
got to cum!"
Alyssa scrambled for the pillows, stacking them high under her buttocks and hips so
that soon her open pelvis was raised high into the air as if on a dais for a temple
goddess, and she rested back on her shoulders with her glossy red hair spread out like a
fan around her head.
This position forced the burning hot flanges of her cunt to be open in an oval like a
mouth waiting to be tongue-kissed. Beyond those open and vulnerable portals Lyndon
could see all of her urgently waiting wetness, waiting for the plunge of his lust-stiffened
member. The redheaded eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and then she pulled her
knees back again until they pressed into her erotically tingling breasts, revealing still
further the lewdly raised mound of her flaming pussy, glistening with molten desire
where it lay nakedly spread open before him.
Alyssa raised her beautiful head to look down between her rising and falling breasts and
open legs at her handsome canine lover, who waited patiently with his massive shining
red cock bobbing with the instinctual heartbeat of his lust. Beyond that lay his heavy,
sperm-laden testicles that wanted to spurt deeply up inside her waiting belly. "Yes,
Lyndon," she croaked shamelessly. "Fuck me now! I'm ready, darling!" She reached
between her legs and lewdly stroked her middle finger through her greedily throbbing
pussy with a savage erotic gesture. "Get it in, baby, darling! Hurry lover!"
Lyndon wanted to, but he had been waiting for her to turn over. He had been trained
to fuck her from behind, his paws clutching her soft fleshy curves as they trembled
excitedly under him. But this was something new! Yet his beautiful mistress was
obviously ready and eager for him, and his own heart was also beating with a sex-crazed
animal heat. Perhaps it was all right this new way!
Lyndon whined as he moved hesitantly toward her on the bed. And then he was
mounting easily between Alyssa's widespread legs, his canine head panting hungrily
above hers, as his huge jerking penis swung in toward the steaming heat of her open
pussy lips... and finally brushed against it!
"Ooooohhhh... oh darling... put... put it in... yes, hurry before I go out of my mind..."
Alyssa closed her eyes tightly to better concentrate on the consuming torrents of
sensation that were flooding her nakedly quivering flesh. But then her arms were
snaking up around his furry muscular body and she was hugging him close, her softly
moistened lips kissing all over his hairy snout, her tongue stroking obscenely across his.
And as he answered her with his own licking of her passion-twisted features, she
reached down beneath him and her cool slender fingers gently gripped his slippery hot
animal-penis, parting her soft red pubic hair with its thick beveled tip, and bringing it
warmly into the pulsating opening of her surrendering vagina.
"Oh, in me..." she sighed huskily, fraught with passion. "Ooooohhhh... darling! Oh,
just the tip's inside me now, darling. Fuck it all into your y hungry mistress's cunt.
Hurry! My wonderful, wonderful Lyndon!"
The convulsively gasping redhead gripped the dog's swollen cock with a hunger born of
her passion. It felt as hot and hard as a rigid iron bar and yet soft and wet at the same
time. And suddenly Lyndon lurched forward as if on cue. For moments he had felt her
moistly clutching cuntal lips kissing his cock, nibbling at the fiery red tip like
something possessed, and now he could take no more. He fucked forward with a
primitive, purposeful stroke to satisfy his wildly throbbing animal lust.
"Uuuuuhhhhgggghhhh!" Alyssa barked as the huge dog drove his cock deep inside her.
At last! Her loins and brain were boiling like a witches' cauldron. His penis rammed up
so high into her belly she was afraid it would come out her throat.
Lyndon was squatting partially on his haunches between his mistress's wide-splayed
white thighs humping forward again and again to bury himself to the hilt in her hotly
streaming cunt. Each time he thrust his sperm-bloated testicles came swinging forward,
thumping with an obscene moist smack into the smooth, widely split crevice of her
buttocks. And then he began pumping into her with the staccato speed of a machine
gunner on an open trigger.
"Urrrrgggghhhh... darrrllliiinnng!" she gurgled ecstatically reeling with pleasure beneath
the stray dog's furious fucking. She felt as if she were already cumming, and her throaty
cries became one, long endless moan of mindless delight as he pistoned relentlessly up
between her legs. For Alyssa there was only Lyndon's deadly earnest reaming of her
tender vagina, and nothing else. Her passion-dilated cuntal passage flowered open like a
rose in the hot summer sun. She would not have denied him anything now. She was
totally enslaved and vulnerable, a helplessly groaning mass of aroused female flesh,
living for this excruciating thrill – this electric feeling of being fucked half-to-death by
this powerful German shepherd.
This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, and she wanted to wallow in it. He
was an animal on all fours, fucking her without tenderness or patience, but she didn't
care. His lightning thrusts were so mind-bending it made her teeth chatter and her head
spin. She squirmed and groaned salaciously around his thickly dominating animal-cock
which was despoiling her sacred redheaded beauty, feeling the entire blood-swollen
length of it as it sluiced wetly in and out of her flaming hot cunt.
Getting her breath momentarily, Alyssa looked down between their lewdly entwined
bodies to watch fascinated as his glistening red dog-penis pistoned rhythmically in and
out of her soft, curl-fringed vaginal mouth, which clung to it lasciviously. Her brain
seemed to dissolve further with each maddening, breathtaking plunge, and she reeled in
the blinding light of taboo animalism. Kicking our her legs, she wrapped them snugly
up around the furry muscles of his powerful back, and then began undulating her pelvis
with a wild, salacious grinding motion, meeting his powerful strokes with lewd ecstatic
abandon and wanton frenzy.
Like one possessed, the naked redhead humped her hotly working loins up at her
German shepherd lover, sliding forward onto his continuously skewering penis as it
plunged deeper and deeper into the tortured confines of her round little belly. The dog's
furry stomach and loins battered mercilessly against her milk-white flesh, thudding
resoundingly into her lewdly spread cuntal flesh, his enormous blood-engorged penis
sinking far up into the hot fluid inferno of her wildly clasping vaginal channel.
Almost unconscious of her actions, Alyssa rotated her buttocks and hips furiously
beneath him with her shameless mewls of pure happiness, spiraling her cunt hungrily
up and down around the punishing length of Lyndon's instinct-driven cock, a blissful
cry of anguished joy breaking from her parted lips.
And then she thought her head was going to explode right off her shoulders as she
sensed her longed-for orgasm coming hurtling towards her. Its advance signals splayed
through her erotically seething loins like the prickling of a million tiny needles,
torturing the pit of her sensuously shivering belly with the obscene promise of the most
shattering climax she'd ever known.
She seemed to be whining endlessly now, straining and yearning on the very edge of
the steep gorge of her approaching climax, only to feel it recede from her yet once
again, tantalizingly.
"Oh, come on, boy! That's it, you wonderful dear – oh! OH! Fuck meeee! OH!" Her
voice cracked with passion as she slavered ecstatically all over his panting canine face,
smothering it with burning moist kisses. Her loins felt as if they were going to explode
into millions of individual molecules.
Above her, Lyndon's hotly chugging animal heart raged out of control, hugging and
puffing with love for his redheaded mistress whose long soft legs were wound so snugly
around his swiftly moving back as were her arms, now, so passionately around his neck.
She pleaded with him, begged and cajoled as she kissed him feverishly, at the same time
thrusting her hugging vaginal walls up onto his aching rod of flesh as it drove faster
and faster in and out between her thighs. The burning heat of her loins was like a balm
to his savagely pumping cock, urging him madly higher.
"Darling... oh... lick my tongue... darling... kiss me... oh... oh... oh..." she begged, out of
her mind with lust, her face almost unrecognizably contorted. She opened her mouth to
gasp out something else, and just then the dog's long, thick wet tongue thrust into the
furnace of her mouth, brushing along her tongue as it moved to the very back of her
throat. And she sucked it wildly, unbridled bestial passion making her a creature devoid
of all reason. Her toes turned under and everything in her flesh seemed to scream
orgiastically. With the German shepherd's tongue in her mouth it was as if he were
fucking her there as well as in her madly churning cunt below. Sob after desperate sob
burst from her ovaled lips... this was it... it... there... and then... then... her 
first spasm of flesh-twisting, mind-thrashing orgasm hit her!
Alyssa whined like a mad woman and tried to fight him off, her pelvis thrashing with
uncontrollable sensual bliss. Her loins seemed to convulse in mid-air, twisting and
squirming with excruciating joy, her vaginal passage undulating and hugging
ecstatically over his swiftly moving dog-cock.
Lyndon responded by fucking her yet harder, and then he too was climaxing-spurting
out his hotly scalding animal cum into the depths of her writhing white belly.
The dog's tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and he began yelping for
joy as she flailed her head from side to side, her face twisted with obscene passion. The
brightest flash of erotic happiness blew off inside her like bursting cannon shot,
burning every' last nerve ending in her insanely shuddering body to a frazzle. The lewd
combination of their human-animal cum trickled warmly back out of her rippling
womb around Lyndon's still speeding cock, flowing down the insides of her bow-string
taut thighs as she milked her furry lover's penis of every last delicious drop of climactic
fluid.
Alyssa groaned lustfully, her head thick with happiness. She moaned and sighed softly,
her eyes hot and veiled with passion, her legs jerking convulsively as the last throes of
her orgasm rippled through her naked loins. Then her legs fell weakly apart on the bed
on either side of his relaxing hairy flanks. Affection and a hopeless sense of enchanted
wonder flooded her sated flesh from the tips of her toes to the very ends of her long,
lustrous red hair.
If this was depraved, it was the most wonderful depravity in the world, she thought.
And she felt herself a very lucky young woman indeed.
And as Lyndon's cum-drained member slipped wetly from her semen-flooded vaginal
mouth, with a loud lewd sucking noise, only one dark shadow crossed the exquisite
redhead's mind.
Terry! The little blonde bitch was unwelcome in this house as far as she was concerned.
And what's more, Lyndon was following her cousin around like a lovesick puppy. It
was bad enough her father and brother were in turmoil just because Terry was back.
But Lyndon – the dog was her own private property and she didn't want to share him
with anyone. Something would have to be done.
Lyndon's cum-drained member slipped wetly from her semen-flooded vaginal mouth
with a loud lewd sucking noise. She looked down affectionately, her eyes full of stars, at
his glistening deflating cock, heavy with the moisture of both their orgastic secretions,
sliding slowly from the red curl-fringed folds of her exhausted but joyously satiated
cunt, the lips of which seemed to be clinging after his softened member as if they never
wanted to let go.
A happy warm glow suffused her body and everything within seemed flooded with pure
liquid happiness.
"Goodnight my sweet love," she said to him softly.
He licked her face in reply, and then at the undersides of her full, heavy breasts.
Yes, something would have to be done about Terry!


Chapter 5

Bessie was unusually quiet the following morning at breakfast, as she went dutifully
about her work, making coffee, frying bacon and eggs. How much of this could a body
endure, she wondered. I been with this family more than twenty years, but sometimes a
person's got to draw the line. I love this family like my own, but the going's on here are
pure sin and I don't know what on earth to do... Ain't no one in this world got a bigger
heart than Craig Hennings, but I know he was sinning with his young niece last
night... and Miss Alyssa... why, she's stone crazy with that dog of hers... And heaviest of
all to bear is Maria's eyes. I dare say, sometimes I look in that woman's eyes and I see
she knows something she ain't never told no one, and I'd be mighty surprised if it
didn't have to do with the death of her husband, Harry Martin. I seen men killed by
horses before, and those wounds sure didn't look like no one but the devil himself done
it. Oh Lordy, I just don't know what to do... and I'm right about to burst from the
heaviness in my heart. It'd be easier to just up and leave if they wasn't the only family I
ever had.
At that moment, Craig Hennings walked into the kitchen and sat down heavily. His
head throbbed as if someone had been squeezing it in a vise the entire night. "God
damnit, Bessie," he shouted needless, "Do you have to make such a clatter with the
dishes."
"Sorry, Mr. Hennings," she said, and turned so that he could not see her eyes were
nearly brimming with tears. On top of everything else, she had never remembered him
speaking harshly to her before in all these years.
Peter was already at the table and greeted his father in a desultory fashion."
"Is Terry up?" Craig asked nervously.
"Up and gone."
"Gone? Gone where? I-I've got to talk to her..."
"She's got some fool notion about wanting to make friends with Alyssa... easier to make
friends with a rattle snake if you ask me..."
Christ! Craig thought. He had to talk to her. Christ! Would she ever forgive him? How
far had he gone? He couldn't remember a damned thing after she'd taken her clothes
off...
"Wouldn't mind seeing her myself," said Peter.
"You've taken a fancy to her haven't you." Craig was almost relieved to think that
perhaps Peter would court his lovely blonde niece, perhaps even marry her, and insure
that Terry would still be able to have a normal life, would be able to forget their
relationship and, let he and Maria live in peace together...
"She's not a bad looking Filly," he said grinning..."I'm sure you're aware of that too,
father!"
Craig turned a deep red. The meaning of Peter's insinuation was painfully clear. And if
there were any doubt in Craig's mind, Peter leaned across the table and with a lewd
grin on his face, said..."Thought I'd have to think twice about taking a hand me down
woman from my own dad."
Suddenly Craig bolted up from his chair and before he knew what he was doing his
hand flashed out and smacked his son harshly across the cheek.
Peter turned red with rage, but was motionless..."You'll regret that, father," he said,
slowly, calculatingly, his voice soft, yet behind it a furnace of vicious rage... This time
his father had gone too far... Yes... yes, he wanted Terry, wanted her badly, and he
would be happy with her... but only after he'd been victorious over his father. That
would come in time, he knew...
"I-I'm sorry, Peter," Craig stammered, horrified that his son knew... and horrified at the
action he had just taken.
"It's too late, father," Peter said calmly. "It's done."

* * *

Terry felt somewhat nervous about knocking on her cousin Alyssa's door. Ever since
she had arrived, Alyssa had given her an icily cold shoulder – that is, what little she saw
of her redheaded cousin, who seemed to prefer the company of her dog to that of
anyone human. From what she could tell, Alyssa spent all her time either in her room
or out in the fields with Lyndon. But she so desperately needed some female
companionship and she so badly wanted to be friends with her cousin.
All the years she was back east at school, she'd thought she'd had more than her fill of
female companionship, but with all that had gone on here in the past three days... with
Craig and with Peter... she just wanted to relax with another girl.
"Who is it?" came Alyssa's voice sharply from the other side of the door.
"Tit's me... Terry!"
"What do you want?" Alyssa was being deliberately sharp.
"Please, Alyssa... we don't have to be enemies..."
"All right, all right... Just a minute." Lazily, Alyssa rose from her bed and threw on her
robe, then opened the door to her cousin. "Don't be so damn dramatic... come on in."
Terry entered the room and sat beside the bed in an armchair, while Alyssa sat on the
bed, her back against the pine headboard. Terry couldn't help but admire her cousin's
lovely figure, her slender waist and her round full breasts which her thin cotton robe
did little to hide. Subconsciously, she found herself admiring, too, her long white
tapered thighs and perfectly formed calves, which were fully revealed as Alyssa let her
robe drape loosely at the top of her thighs. Lyndon lay on the oval mat beside the bed,
regarding his mistress's visitor with intensity. And Terry's mind wandered to thoughts
of Sara Wilkens, her roommate at school... and Sara was a lesbian... with whom Terry'd
spent many delicious hours, even though Sara hadn't been able to convert her... at least,
fully...
"Well..." said Alyssa, glancing at her fingernails with nonchalance. "What did you want
to talk about..."
"Please," said Terry..."I-I like you, Alyssa... there's no need to be so hostile..."
And suddenly, as she regarded her lovely blonde cousin, whom she had hated all
through her childhood as only a girl can hate such a close rival, Alyssa found surprising
feelings stirring in her... She had never admitted to herself the loneliness of the life she
had carved out... She had always enjoyed the eccentric image she presented of herself...
her chosen loneliness... but this was perhaps the first time since her mother had died so
many years ago that any female had ever offered her friendship. Perhaps Maria would
have, but the older Mexican woman had been so accustomed to Alyssa's habits, that she
had never thought to make an effort to change them... And now Alyssa felt her coldness
melting into an unaccustomed warmth at her cousin's offer of friendship...
"I'll drink to that," she said flippantly, to hide the sensitive emotions she was feeling,
and, partly to shock... and partly because she really wanted a drink, she reached into
her night table drawer and withdrew a small flask of brandy which she kept hidden
there...
And Terry was properly horrified..."Alyssa... before lunch!" she exclaimed.
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "My, how square you are, cousin."
"Certainly not," Terry smiled, and boldly took the flask from Alyssa.
The girls shared the strong liquor with clandestine pleasure, and the soothing alcohol
loosened the tensions between them...
And they began to talk... Terry's head swam delightfully while the warm secure feeling
in her belly inspired both confidence and a loose tongue. The beautiful redhead across
from her, with her enticingly full and pointed breasts, was making no effort to hiding
her own change of feelings, and the understanding and friendship that had suddenly
blossomed between them, both realized, was based upon their mutual need for one
another.
It wasn't long before Terry Wainwright began spilling her heart to Alyssa, telling her
what the redhead already knew well. But it felt good for Terry to unburden herself to
her cousin, and Alyssa in turn confessed her loneliness. Then Terry had stood and
embraced her cousin's head against her soft belly, stroking her hair and wiping the tears
from her cheeks..."Just yesterday, I hated you," she said between sobs..."But no more,
Terry... no more."
Then Alyssa had gotten to her feet and drawn Terry into her arms, pressing her cheek
against her breasts and caressing the soft blonde head.
It was a welcomed state of feeling that immediately drifted over Terry as they embraced,
even as her belly quivered and tiny, latent fermentations of desire came alive within her
at the perfumed feel of the other girl's full soft breasts beneath her cheek. Terry put her
arms around her waist and clung to her in the same manner she had done so many
times with her roommate at school... and then, the sudden fear that nothing would
come of their embrace... that Alyssa might not be so inclined at all... that she was truly
offering only a moment of consolation struck her.
But her fears were ungrounded, and slowly, somehow, the two cousins found
themselves lying side by side on the bed. The strange, never-before galvanic feelings
that had abruptly burst into being within Alyssa's person at the mere touch of her
beautiful blonde cousin was more than she could understand... She had never gone this
route in her life! But of course there always had to be a first time – like the first time
she had been sexual with Lyndon... And there was no doubt in her mind that the mere
sight and touch of her alluring cousin Terry was spurring her toward unbelievable
experimentation...
Instinctively, the perverse redhead knew just what to do as she slowly began to
unbutton Terry's blouse. It was something new and wickedly fascinating... as strangely
forbidden as her love for her dog... and she wanted it... needed it...
Terry could hardly believe what was taking place... yet it was exciting and she, too,
knew it was what she wanted...
She couldn't help the little whimpering noises that escaped her lips as she lifted her
body with helpful movements while Alyssa undressed her with trembling hands. In
seconds, she was naked and the breathtaking redhead was standing as she removed her
own things.
Alyssa lowered herself onto the bed, hardly aware of what she was doing. Slowly, Terry
raised her face so that her clear blue eyes looked upward into Alyssa's cat-like green
ones, then she whimpered again as she pressed her own delectable body toward her
cousin's until they made contact and her lithe suppleness seemed to flow into Alyssa's
quivering soft contours, while her hand clasped with open palm at the redhead's back
and her other opened slowly to cup with gentle fingers, Alyssa's full, firm breasts.
Alyssa gasped at the initial contact, overwhelmed with the stimulation the soft, small
hand had caused her, and she felt herself automatically maneuvering Terry's naked
loveliness tightly to her, while she pressed her own curvaceous form against her. She
bent her head downward while Terry raised hers, both of them straining until their lips
met, gently at first, each feeling the full, warm delineated imprint of the other, and then
more furiously.
Both were rigid, confused, but finally relaxed under the pressure of their desire, their
tongues meeting at the points of contact, their bodies following it up, beginning to
undulate and rub briskly against one another, their loins endeavoring to meet as were
their lips.
"Oh... oh God, Alyssa," Terry breathed warmly into the red headed girl's face. "I... I
don't know what... what came over me... you're... you're so lovely..."
"Shhh... don't speak, honey," Alyssa whispered, completely swept up in the erotic
salaciousness of their act, forcing her small pink tongue into the offered receptive
mouth before her, while at the same time, her hands began to caress the other's breasts
and traverse exploringly down her ribs to the swell of her hips, there to gently cup and
massage Terry's firm, warm-fleshed buttocks.
Terry moaned behind closed eyes, once more feeling Alyssa's long slender fingers
returning to catch at her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender understanding way
that only a woman could know. She sensed her whole being quiver at the lewd
forbiddingness of their performance; she was suddenly alive with a growing lust and she
couldn't, had she wanted to, resist the other's licentious advances.
Alyssa's excited fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently rolled her onto her
back, her head upon the pillow. Terry nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her
tongue as she felt Alyssa's soft mouth engulf the nipple of her left breast, all of the
reddish-tinted areola and the hardened cherry-like nipple with a swift flicking tongue
that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along the nerve ends of her flesh
to her brain.
Slowly, Alyssa slithered down her satiny, vibrant body until their faces were level with
each other, and her thigh crept along Terry's entwining around it, her soft reddish
fleece of hair brushing warmly against that of the blonde-haired girl. Again her lips
found Terry's with an agile, pliant, soft, sweet possession and her tongue fluttered into
her mouth.
Even as she was astonished at what was taking place, Alyssa couldn't help her
aggressive performance. She felt Terry's tiny tongue slip up into her mouth and she
sucked at it hungrily while the other girl's hand trailed over her passion-filled body with
fascinating touches, running over her breasts, her sides and back, their bodies finally
locking together once more as the caressing hand reached her soft, yielding buttocks
and pulled them apart to stroke excitingly at her tiny puckered anus with delicate
knowing fingers.
Then, Alyssa raised above the other, taking Terry's right breast in her hand, her fingers
teasing the palpitating, distended nipple. She let her desire-filled eyes rove over her
cousin's lithe, supple nakedness in confused delight. Finally, her voice trembled as she
said: "I-I've never done this before, Terry darling... have you?"
Terry hesitated. "Y-yes... at school. My roommate... was a lesbian... I-I let her make love
to me... there were never any boys..."
"A-and are you a lesbian too?"
Terry shook her head. "No... do you believe me?"
"Of course," Alyssa answered, smiling as she still caressed the other's warm, pliant
breast.
Alyssa traced the thin line of the other girl's pussy tauntingly, then, slipping her finger
downward into the warm cleft between her lush buttocks to caress the tight little hole of
her anus.
"I never thought you'd be so much fun to be with, cousin," Alyssa said grinning lewdly.
The redhead could hear her own breathing heavy in her chest. She said: "The... the very
feel of your warm, velvety skin... it drives me wild, Terry."
"I know... I-I feel that way too."
Then suddenly Alyssa was sliding away... sliding down her trembling, passion-incited
body.
Slowly, Terry raised her head to watch in captivation as Alyssa suddenly nestled her
face into the hollow of her spread thighs. Immediately, she was overcome with wild,
erotic sensations that danced and rippled through her loins and belly as she felt soft
kisses along the hot flesh of her inner thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath and then...
the magic, wet contact of Alyssa's tongue licking the soft, hair-lined cleft of her vaginal
slit as if experimentally... simply... licking in long grazing strokes that grew more bold...
from the bottom to the top, not entering, but causing her to raise her naked loins with
each tantalizing up-lick of tongue against her sensitive labia.
Terry sensed her clitoris quivering into hardness and knew that it was peeking out from
its hooded little canopy, enjoying the first stab of ecstatic bliss as the tiny pink tongue
grazed it. She expelled her breath with a hissing sound, rolling her head back and forth
on the pillow, while Alyssa, growing still more bold, eased her tongue inside the rapidly
moistening split to draw it upward from the vaginal mouth... upward toward the
tingling bud of her clitoris...
And from the oval rug on the floor, the huge dog Lyndon watched in rapt amazement,
his own breath quickening and growing hotter.
Terry's throat began to work insanely. She held her breath, then exhaled sharply at the
delicious contact... and suddenly, there came new delights.
Alyssa, whose own, soft, white loins were alive with little tongues of ever-increasing
carnal flame at the unexplainable and uncontrollable desires racing through her,
hungrily pressed her lips closer, separating the soft, fleshy, hair-covered flanges of
Terry's tight vaginal slit, reaching up simultaneously with both hands to caress the full,
firm erect breasts, while her mouth became ravenous in its new delight, open and hot,
nothing but tongue invading the seething, moist cunt before it, nothing but tongue
lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the blonde girl's throbbing pussy,
damp with the lubricating juices mixed with her own saliva... lizard-like in the rapidly
dilating vagina, and always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris.
Terry moaned passionately while ripples of lust-incited enchantment convulsed her
smooth, sensuous flesh. She began to gasp explosively and drew back her legs, thrusting
her open cunt upward lewdly to bring the magic tongue tighter into the quivering,
unfulfilled center of her body.
Alyssa was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the fervent, swirling
contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her nose was now buried, immersed
in the moist, pink, velvety flesh of Terry's seething cunt...
"Oh... ooohhh... dear God... it's beautiful, darling!" Terry choked, nearly overwhelmed
with the rapture her red-haired cousin was bringing her. "Oh... don't stop... don't ever
stop! Oh God... I'm going out of my mind with the beauty of it...!"
Alyssa was sucking her clitoris and nipping at it with her pretty white teeth, sending
almost violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her. It was near maddening...
erotically maddening... but bearably maddening. Then, her tongue was sliding smoothly
in and out of her vagina, moistly rotating at its elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside her
small cuntal hole again and Terry knew her channel had dilated to its fullest before her
cousin's lovemaking.
Abruptly, she felt her hips being raised by strong slender hands cupping the rounded
moons of her buttocks, and she held her knees tight to her aching breasts as she felt the
enchanting tongue trail downward through the smooth crevice of her ass to her anus,
licking, then its tip pressing firmly into the small puckered hole, penetrating only a
fraction of an inch, though she tried to help by relaxing to the fullest degree. Once
more, the tongue returned to her cunt, curling up into her, then flickering higher to her
clitoris as the pressure mounted in her loins.
Alyssa slowly raised her head and smiled while Terry jerkily lowered her legs.
"Hey... come down here and kiss me," the magnificent redhead said.
Terry raised herself upright as Alyssa got to her knees, still between her legs. Terry
wrapped her arms hungrily around this beautiful girl's neck and planted her lips on the
gluttonous mouth, tasting the poignant flavor of her own self there. The reaction to her
senses set off wild, lustful sensations charging through her.
Alyssa took her inside her arms and held her, then pressed the other girl's cheek against
the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran one free hand down over Terry's soft
belly and down further through the silken, blonde pubic hair of her fleshy little mound
to the split of her pussy, drawing a finger up between its moist, quivering lips.
Terry whimpered and tried to move closer. Alyssa cupped her own breast and pressed
the nipple into Terry's mouth, and she began to suck hungrily as her own small hand
came up to caress and hold the full, heavy breast lovingly.
Momentarily, Alyssa watched in mounting lust as the ravishing blonde-haired girl
sucked and nibbled at her breast. She watched until she couldn't stand it any longer,
and then she pressed the girl back down on the bed and straddled her, moving up and
over her until her full, rounded buttocks flattened the other girl's breasts into her chest.
Then, Alyssa raised up until her slightly opened cunt was hovering directly over Terry's
mouth... and Terry licked out with her small tongue, the enticing coral slit with its
enfringing red hair like a magnet to her as she laved her lingual member through the
velvety length of it.
She reached up with her hands and caught tight to the beautiful redhead's hips, pulling
her down closer while she ran her tongue through the pink warm sensitiveness of
Alyssa's cunt... exploring her clitoris, her vagina, her urethra as her own desires
continued to soar within her unfulfilled, carnally excited brain.
Then, all of a sudden, Alyssa was moving off of her to lie down by her side and Terry
couldn't help the disappointment reflected in her eyes.
"Is something wrong?" she asked of the redhead.
"OH... I've got a wonderful surprise for you, darling... you'll see..."
"Oh... but I want to cum, Alyssa..." Terry whispered hoarsely.
"And you're going to, my pet," Alyssa assured her with a loving smile. "The greatest
lover of them all is about to bring you to ecstasy... if you're ready."
An expression of confusion clouded Terry's eyes. She studied Alyssa, trying with
difficulty to understand her meaning. She had spoken as if there were someone else
hidden in the room... just waiting for the signal to be given to charge out and throw
himself onto her... My God! How could that be? No... no, it was impossible ...!
"You're frightened and confused, darling," Alyssa spoke softly, "But you needn't be.
You trust me, don't you?"
"Of course."
"Then turn over and get up on your knees, baby... with your lovely ass high in the air...
No questions. Do as I say."
Without another word, Terry responded, getting onto her knees and raising her
buttocks according to instructions.
"Now, Lyndon! Up boy!" Alyssa commanded with a snap of her fingers, and before
Terry realized what was happening she felt the weight of the great dog as it leaped onto
the bed, but she couldn't see him because he remained behind her, and as her belly
suddenly constricted she looked sideways at Alyssa's face, seeing her cousin pointing
toward her buttocks.
For what seemed an awesome eternity, Terry knelt in a fear-stricken daze until suddenly
she felt the huge animal's wet nose sniffing teasingly at her upturned loins. She gasped
at Alyssa who was smiling. Abruptly she wanted to scream... then felt the probing nose
against her anus, causing her to lurch forward from the shock.
"M-my God!" she exclaimed. Then, she felt his tongue snake out and lick wetly up and
down the crevice between her legs. She couldn't believe it as his huge educated tongue
laved at her anal ring, and she had to steel herself to keep from screeching out.
Chokingly, she started to protest, but then the animal began hungrily licking her
aroused cuntal slit and her words died in her throat. Dear God! His tongue was
running the full length of her cunt... and then, she felt Alyssa's hand on her thigh.
"Wider, baby," Alyssa hissed excitedly. "Spread your legs way apart so that your cunt
will open for him."
"Wh-what? My God! What... what are you saying?"
"Do it!" Alyssa snapped, her lovely eyes flashing in momentary anger.
Afraid not to, Terry responded, spreading her knees as Lyndon lashed his tongue the
full length of her open buttocks, from the snugly closed little pucker of her now
cringing asshole, down beneath to the tight pink edges of her fear-trembling pussy,
even to the very base of her belly where it penetrated to flick at her quivering clitoris.
He repeated it time and again, his canine lingual member laving through her sensitive,
hair-covered genitals, spreading her open in the most sensitive parts of her body until
she began to twitch noticeably with the tics of lust his lapping and sniffing of her loins
was causing.
Again, Terry gaped at her cousin, aware of the futileness of the gesture even as she did
it, and the exciting sensations she was beginning to perceive started to take command
of her.
"My... my God!" she gasped aloud to Lyndon's big, moist tongue splaying hotly
through the length of her pink velvety split. Then she found herself trying to widen her
knees even further in an effort to open her cunt more to him. His animal tongue thrust
up the damp coral furrow, tingling at the deep, dilated passageway as it ravished her
crotch in merciless, mounting bliss. She moaned loudly and suddenly saw Alyssa's
naked loveliness squirming down beneath her kneeling body... drawing her legs back to
her full, erect breasts, so that her coppery hair-covered cunt was completely exposed to
her.
And then, through the haze of her building passion, Terry felt Lyndon mount her, his
soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her
hips in the manner of any male who would take her from behind. The animal's lashing
tongue had set the flames roaring in her bins, even more so than Alyssa's gentle
ministrations, and as she turned her head she caught the entire reflection of their
obscene orgy in Alyssa's vanity-mirror; the licentious sight of the powerful animal
mounting the salaciously spread moons of her soft white buttocks, plus the lurid
reflection of Alyssa lying on her back with her legs raised in lewd presentation of her
delightful, pink-gapped crotch to be licked and loved, sent maddening and lascivious
sensations of carnal rapture charging through her mind and body.
She saw the image of Lyndon's unbelievable, glistening, scarlet prick shoot out from its
long sheath, moist and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing like a pointed,
greased candle in the dampness of her widespread crotch, and she felt his strong animal
body jerk against her in his effort to find an opening with the beveled thick shaft.
"Help, him baby! Hurry!" Alyssa hissed, while she, too, watched the mirror, her own
hand moving magnetically down between her raised, spread thighs to slip her probing
index finger in and out smoothly, separating the clasping lubricated lips of her own
spasming cunt.
With an unrestrained moan, Terry shifted her lush rounded buttocks in a searching
effort to capture the dog's lengthening prick, the wild tension within her mounting
insanely. She wanted the long, cruel-looking organ inside her... to fill her as Uncle
Craig's cock had done the night before... what an ironic mockery it would be for both
Craig and his son Peter, damn them! She reached back, grasping the damp shaft and
causing Lyndon to half growl, half whimper as she guided the pointed nozzle to the
sucking little mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening, hardly realizing
what she was doing in her lust-blinded state.
Immediately, the great animal thrust and Terry felt his cock thrust into her vaginal
passage, which opened wider and wider as the dog began to hammer his long thick
animal-cock deep up inside her tight, contracting, hot channel.
Alyssa watched in lust-filled fascination, gaping as the thick scarlet cudgel slithered
forward with a powerful wet charge again and again, until it was sunk to its delicious
hilt... knowing the ecstatic delight, while her Lyndon's hairy, black balls swung beneath
Terry's damp, pubic-hair-lined crotch.
"Oh... oh, my God!" Terry blurted, her eyes wide but glazed as the beast fucked into
her from behind while she stared down at Alyssa's several fingers moving sleekly in and
out of her own, pink, wide-split cunt.
"Oooooohhh, ohhhh, oooohhh," she chanted in heavenly relief while she began to
move backwards rhythmically to meet Lyndon's powerfully long strokes plunging deep
into the very womb of her belly.
At last, when she couldn't stand the mere watching, along with her own fingering of
her cunt, any longer, Alyssa gently entwined her fingers in the younger girl's hair and
pressed her face downward into her crotch, immediately feeling Terry's smooth hot,
moist tongue, of its own volition, begin to lick the damp velvety flesh of her cunt... the
roundness of her lips sucking feverishly at her extended clitoris... the length of her
tongue darting up into her vagina to slash, swirl and lave... hot breath coming in tight
gasps against her own pink, sensitive flesh as she rotated her buttocks and crotch
furiously, just as was Terry grinding her ass back against the great hammering animal
cock, like a wanton whore straining for orgasmic release.
The lewd, erotic delight was more than Alyssa could bear watching any longer; her
climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt that Terry
was administering. She tossed back her head and cried deeply as the bubble burst and
waves of pleasure drenched her loins and belly, causing her legs to jerk out
spasmodically on either side of Terry's lovely blonde head buried in her climaxing
crotch.
It was then that Terry began to utter muffled whimpers. Abruptly, she raised her face
and Alyssa saw her glazed blue eyes grow round and wide as she gasped: "Ooooohhhh,
my God! I-I'm going to! I – this must be it! I-I-I... yes! I'm going to cum! Oh, darling!
Yes... yes! I... now! Oooohhh! I'm cumming... cummmiiinnnggg...!"
Her voice died in a strangled blend of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side,
her long tawny hair flailing wildly as she began the first delightful spasms of orgasm,
screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks back hard onto the thick driving animal-cock
with abandoned fury.
Alyssa watched triumphantly in the mirror as Lyndon's tongue hung loosely from the
mouth of his great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the smooth creamy flesh
of Terry's back while he fucked into the salaciously undulating buttocks from behind
with wild frenzy. Then, Terry shrieked again, slamming her ass back against the dog
with a frantic jerk as simultaneously, he thrust forward and his prick began to spew its
load of hot animal sperm deep up into the hidden recesses of her belly with long, hard
spurts. And yet again she screamed, her buttocks beginning to contract convulsively
while Alyssa watched the mirror to see the combination human-animal, thick, white
orgasmic liquid explode from the lips of her young tight cunt that was still clasping and
squeezing like a rubber band around Lyndon's long, thick prick, thin rivulets of the
sticky fluid trickling down the smooth white columns of her inner thighs... until at last
she collapsed, her head falling back to the soft cradle of Alyssa's loins, her cheek nestled
against the swollen down-covered mound of her moist pussy, a long sigh of release
escaping her.
And while Alyssa felt a tender bond of closeness with the cousin she had always hated,
there was too, an edge of triumph in her feeling, for now they could be close, and Terry
would never betray her, for they shared the same lascivious secret now...
Then suddenly the two women looked up and saw in the doorway, eyes bulging in
disbelief, the tall and leanly handsome figure of Peter Hennings.


Chapter 6

Peter stood in the doorway, gaping in lewd amazement at the unbelievable, salacious
sight he had just witnessed. Terry and his sister, as naked as a pair of dice in a cup;
Alyssa sprawled on her back with her creamy white thighs yawning wide, while Terry,
with her enticing round ass thrust high in the air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly in
Alyssa's red-haired crotch, her tongue licking furiously at the pink, open cunt as if she
couldn't get enough, and mounted behind his beautiful blonde cousin with his forepaws
clutching to her waist and hips, his near-foot of thick, scarlet animal-prick jack
hammering between her quivering, upraised young buttocks, sinking its full length into
her coral, velvety cunt, was that goddamned brute of a dog... fucking his heart out!
Christ in heaven!
Had it not been for the licentious aspects of the shocking spectacle, Peter realized that
he might have felt emotions closer to fury, but the lasciviousness of the orgy shoved all
other emotions to the back of his brain, for he had never witnessed a more obscene
sight, and uncontrollably, his cock leaped into a rock hardness, straining at the front of
his trousers. He was nearly overcome with immediate lust, and he clutched at his
swollen prick inside his pants subconsciously, as Terry let off a loud moan and began to
chant and wail, her head raising from the redhead's genitals to toss wildly from side to
side, while her soft, sensuous body jerked and convulsed on the end of the thick and
squirting animal-cock that was ramming and shooting its load into her soft, white belly.
It was at that precise moment, when she'd fallen forward to bury her face once more in
the redhead's open pussy, that he'd reached down and tore open the front of his
trousers, releasing his jumping and already aching shaft. He said; "A little human cock
for dessert ladies... or are you dieting?"
Alyssa bolted to her elbows, craning her neck, her face twisted in shock when she saw
her brother in the doorway. She doubted that Terry had heard or seen him, and she
stared in utter horror as she realized that his pants were open and he was holding his
heavy-looking prick lewdly in his hand, his pelvis thrust slightly forward. She sensed
her face flushing in vile shame at the thought of his standing there watching their
obscene performance, and then Lyndon interrupted with a vicious groan and
automatically she ordered him to silence. Meekly, the animal obeyed, hopping down to
the floor as Peter walked toward the bed, gripping his long, thick rod and she found her
eyes suddenly locking on it in rapidly growing awe-filled fascination.
It was then that Terry became conscious of another presence in the room and sat up
with a start, her lovely mouth dropping open in appalling guilt at the sight of him, her
immediate humiliation rendering her momentarily speechless. It was short-lived,
however, giving way to sheer astonishment, when she saw that he was holding his rigid,
heavy cock in his hand.
"Peter! My God!" she gasped, her face glowing crimson. "W-what are you doing here?"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" he snarled, grinning at both of them with 
lustfilled eyes. "I'm getting ready to join the party, baby... even the score with that
goddamned dog, what else?"
Then, wasting no time, Peter dropped his pants and shorts in one smooth motion down
his long muscular legs and stood naked before his sister and Terry. His keen eyes
narrowed lustfully and centered upon Alyssa's sleek willowy nakedness... he had not
seen his sister's body fully naked since they had been children. "So that's why you
prefer that goddamned dog's company to anyone human!" he said, almost hissing the
words through his teeth.
But Alyssa could not answer, so astonished was she at the realization that the sight of
her own brother's thick stalk of rigid flesh jutting out in an upward arch from his lean,
hairy loins, was having an incredibly arousing effect on her.
"I'm going to fuck you, little sister," she heard him say. For Peter, all boundaries had
been crashed at the sight of the crazy animal orgy he had witnessed. There were no
more taboos, no more propriety... and his cock was telling him he wanted to fuck his
sister.
And Alyssa couldn't hold back the tiny galvanic tingles his lewd words raised inside
her, not control the thrill of excitement his words had caused to ripple along his spine.
He was all man... every inch of him... and she stared at hint wide-eyed, her line of
vision fixing upon his stiff, thick sinewed cock, and she gaped as he drew the heavy
foreskin back exposing its huge purplish rubbery head and causing the tiny droplets of
its seminal fluid to ooze from the split at its tip. A tiny series of shudders spiralled
through her and she felt the gooseflesh standing out on her arms and thighs, belly and
breasts.
"Spread your legs, baby sister..." he barked hoarsely.
And Alyssa knew she wanted him to take her... wanted her brother's beautiful cock
probing the very depths of her belly. But fear of an age-old taboo made her move as
Peter climbed onto the bed to grab her and she tried to roll away. Roughly he pressed
her onto her back and forced his way between her kicking legs while Lyndon growled
and gave a start, his great muscular body tensed and quivering, yet, unmoving in
obedience to his mistress's last command.
Terry watched wide-eyed in astonishment at what was taking place now before her very
eyes.
"How do you want it, little sister... in the mouth or cunt... or maybe you'd like it in the
ass for a change!" Peter hissed down into her beautiful face... a face so similar to his
own... hardly knowing his own self in the raging lust that had overcome him, his
weight cradled between her forced open thighs, pinning her body while his strong
hands held hers tight to the bed.
Alyssa trembled in a powerful mixture of anger, desire and anticipation. She couldn't
deny the hot passion the sight of his massive cock had rekindled in her belly, nor could
she disavow the twinges of shame and humiliation that flickered through her mind at
the act she and Terry had been caught in, placing her in this position of degradation
she was now in. She struggled in her confused emotions, throwing her head from side
to side, tears of frustration streaming down the edges of her lovely cheeks.
"Well... do you want me to decide for you where to bury it, bitch?" he said to Alyssa as
he ground his rock-hard shaft against the tender, sensitive pink moist slit in her
defenseless crotch. "You seem to like sucking... maybe you'd prefer to eat a little cock
first, eh?"
"Oh God...!" Alyssa cried helplessly. "Go ahead, damn you! Fuck me! Fuck me! Go
ahead!" She spewed the words up at him, the fire licking through her loins at the brutal
contact with his heavy prick, spurred further by her own sheer helplessness and the
obscene position in which he was holding her. "Well...?"
"What are you waiting for, big bad brother? Afraid? Come on... fuck it! Fuck my cunt!
Now!" she half screamed up into his salaciously leering face, wiggling her buttocks
suddenly in lewd, suggestive invitation.
Peter needed no coaxing. He let free of her hands and reached down to draw her legs
up and back over her head before she realized what was happening, pressing the toes of
her feet into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent
back double, the sudden pain of her strained muscles raising an agonized little groan
from her throat. The glistening, flat plane of her naked pussy was presented up to him
to ravage as he would with his thick cock aimed straight at her defenseless upturned
split. Suddenly, his strong body crushed down on her twisting form, smashing her taut
full breasts tightly back into her chest. His heavy rod plunged into her unresisting, still
lubricated cunt like a blunt, fence-post pushing the velvety moist folds of sensitive pink
flesh in rippling waves before its cruel, turgid head.
"Aaaaauuuugggghhh!" Alyssa grunted loudly at the thrusting, brutal impalement, even
more surprised now at its heavy-veined thickness crashing into her, ramming painfully
against her sensitive cervix. She winced beneath the agony, but it was only a temporary
shock that soon passed as the greedy moist walls of her vagina clasped around the
massive shaft voraciously, the hair-lined lips slithering up wetly to devour its length to
the hilt. His bloated balls smacked hard into the damp, naked crevice of her buttocks
and she moaned in masochistic, degraded humiliation at the pleasurable pain surging
through her.
Terry watched in fascination at the sight of Peter's raised buttocks tensing heavily as he
drove downward with unmerciful force in his lust-madness, sinking his huge prick all
the way into his sister's moist, gaping channel, until only a narrow white stretch of it
showed wet and glistening beneath his heavy balls. She cringed to the smack of his
pelvis against her cousin's loins, and stared as he withdrew and thrust, withdrew and
thrust, again and again in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of his prick's huge
head becoming visible with each withdrawal.
At last, he freed Alyssa's long shapely legs and quickly, if surprisingly to Terry, they
wrapped around his hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his ass, straining in their
effort to pull him inside her. The cords on the insides of her thighs flexed tightly as she
raised her soft, down-covered genitals back up over his spearing cock, her hollowed
buttocks lifting inches off the bed while she struggled upward desperately in her
attempt to absorb the entire length of his beautiful rod back into the fleshy pink folds
of her hungry cunt. A moist, viscid sound filled the room as they fucked furiously and
Lyndon began to whimper on the floor beside the bed.
Terry felt her own belly quiver sensuously at the lascivious spectacle, and her loins
began to tingle once more as she became dimly aware of her hands moving over her
body lustfully. She couldn't help herself, any more than she could contain the
sensations that had given her to Alyssa and Lyndon earlier. Only the thought that this
was brother and sister fucking was tearing at her mind... yet after what she had done
with her uncle and – yes – a dog, how could she use any powers of judgment ever
again. How could she condemn their actions...
Abruptly, she crawled onto the bed beside their wild, passion-filled bodies and began
caressing the swollen nipples of Alyssa's heaving breasts. This she did with one hand,
while with the other she reached between Peter's legs to grasp the hot slipperiness of
his plunging cock. The heat and familiar thickness of it as it pounded savagely into
Alyssa's cunt aroused memories of the passion she had felt with him yesterday, and
momentarily she began to run her fingers into the soft, yielding flesh alongside the
driving shaft... feeling it slide hotly back and forth against the length of her probing
digit.
Alyssa's wildly writhing body was lifting and jerking as if completely out of control now
and her moans and whimpers of ecstatic pleasure were coming in continuous gasping
breaths.
"Oooooohhhhh... ooohhh... yes, yes, darling brother... fuck me hard... hard! Oh,
Darling... harder! Harder!" she wailed chokingly.
Terry caught up suddenly in a passion-blinding moment of her own, carefully adjusted
her hand until she was able to withdraw her finger and insert her thumb in its place;
then, with her free forefinger she began to edge her way down into the smooth
dampened cleft between Alyssa's buttocks, until she felt the tiny puckered circle of her
wildly working anus. Alyssa squirmed and jerked convulsively at the touch, and very
gently, Terry began to slowly press the tip of her finger into the tight opening... probing
almost imperceptibly deeper and deeper into the spongy warmth of the small clasping
orifice. Soon, through the thin wall of hot flesh separating Alyssa's cunt and rectum,
she was able to discern the urgent thrusting of Peter's cock driving against the pressing
contact of her thumb. It was beautiful and the sensation of lewd delight it caused within
her was all that Terry needed to set her off again.
She lay on her side facing them, her back to the edge of the bed where Lyndon waited,
whimpering. Suddenly, she raised her legs, opening her thighs wide as she jutted her
buttocks backward lewdly and called: "Come here boy! Lyndon, baby, come! Hurry...
here... here... eat it!"
The great animal had been taught to respond to such commands, and what his
mentality lacked his instincts made up for. He poked his wet, cool nose between her
thighs to the sensitive, tingling flesh of her exposed crotch, his long, wet tongue
thrusting into her well-lubricated vulva and up the moist passageway of her cunt like a
rapacious slithering snake, ravishing her open slit with pleasure-giving delight.
At first touch of something alien slipping inside the forbidden tender softness of her
heretofore unplundered rectum, Alyssa had felt a scream building in her throat... but
whatever it was it was being done so gently... so very, very gently, that instead of pain
she began to experience a weird and additional erotic pleasure... increasing with every
passing second as the probing depths of the unknown invader thrust its way deep up
into her nether hole... Slowly, Peter began to increase the pace and length of his stroke
fucking into her cunt, and she felt her whole body responding as it squirmed and
writhed beneath him.
Then, he dropped his mouth to hers and she shot her tongue upward between his lips
to be sucked, and she moaned incessantly in passion-filled acceptance of whatever lewd
or vile whim his mind could conceive to subjugate her to...
She raised her cunt up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his ever downward plunge,
sensing her own desire-twisted grimace of wanton joy as her mouth opened and closed
against his lips while her heart became completely his in abject surrender.
And then, all of a sudden, the still whimpering Lyndon bounced up into the bed,
frightening Terry at first, and causing her to jerk her fingers from Alyssa's seething,
moist genitals as she rolled onto her back, her thighs still yawning widely, exposing her
blonde, hair-fringed cuntal crevice to the great animal. She raised her head to look
down between her erect, firm breasts, seeing his tongue lick out and lash wetly up and
down the crevice surrounding her snug, tiny asshole, the tip burrowing slightly into the
outer fleshy anal circle. As she watched, he began to lap greedily the narrow pink slit
between her wide-spread thighs. He ran his tongue wetly through it, from the tightly
closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the erotic plexus of her
clitoris enshrined at its peak. His thick tongue spread through the soft, fleece-covered
swelling like a saber through fatty flesh. It laved relentlessly through her wide-open
legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her vagina. She spasmed
fitfully as she twisted and lurched under the powerful dog's tongue lapping and lashing
at her genitals once more.
Soft coos of bliss erupted from her until suddenly she placed her hand to the sides of
his great head and with a deep animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head
and with a deep animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head, pulling his nose
forward into her moist, throbbing vagina.
Dear God! She never would have believed that she could come to this... that an animal
could bring her such sheer delight... while her cousins... brother and sister, fucked each
other on the same bed, and she loved him even more because of it! She was going mad!
Truly she was losing her mind entirely! But... but if she was, she never wanted it to
change! Oh, God, she would suck cock a thousand times a night, every night of her life!
She'd suck and fuck anyone, anything that could raise her onto the cloud she was on
right at that moment! Whatever felt beautiful – like Lyndon's splendid tongue was
feeling beautiful!
It was shooting up her moist channel with breathtaking rapture, ravishing her upthrust
cunt wildly! And it was then that the feral, babbling, half-shrieks began to stream
crazily from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her
churning buttocks.
"Oh... ohhhh, it's heaven! I'm going to cum again... Yes... yes! Oooohhh... lick it damn
you! Lick my cunt you beautiful animal!"
Alyssa barely heard Terry's vile screams of release as Peter fucked madly into her own
lust-inflamed cunt. Wildly, his bloated sac slapped into the moist crevice separating her
buttocks and she groaned loudly at the filling of her tingling passage as he began an
even deeper, harder thrusting into her seething crotch... Her head rolled loosely from
side to side, her mouth open in abandoned ecstasy. It was almost there... almost! Oh
God... Peter... Peter... His thick, expanding cock was digging into her like a pile driver...
and she felt the cords of her neck twitch and tighten in an unmistakable sign for her.
"Oh, Peter...! I'm going to cum! I am... Peter... fuck me harder, darling brother... I love
you... fill me with your load of creamy love-juice! Fill me full! I-I'm cumming... yes... I
am! I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" she gasped in a voice shrill with passion. "I'm
cummmiiinnnggg... arrrrgghhhh!"
Her hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling at him frantically to draw him
deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch. White, sticky liquid flowed wetly out
around his driving prick, spilling down the slit of her buttocks to flood his balls as they
rubbed tauntingly against her tightly puckered anus.
"Yes... oh, darling!" cried Terry suddenly.
"Fuck her hard! Shoot it into her, Peter darling...!"
Suddenly, Peter felt Terry's hands between his legs, her long nails raking gently and
teasingly against the soft, sensitive flesh of his balls, her other hand caressing his tensed
buttocks as he fucked furiously into the climaxing blonde. It was too much! Spurred on
by their lewd words and Terry's licentious manipulations, he dug deeper into the
squirming, hair-lined hole beneath him, once more pressing Alyssa's legs over her head,
pushing them farther and farther back while he hammered into her with demoniacal
force. Convulsive flashes of ecstatic pain shot through his loins as his sister beneath
him continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unchecked spurts
down the full quivering cheeks of her jerking ass.
She was damned near exhausted as Peter groaned, signaling his moment, and abruptly
Alyssa felt the hot waves of his sperm shooting deep up into her open womb. Her head
swam in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts surged insanely into her,
filling her to the near bursting point with its milky whiteness. The hot, moist walls of
her vagina clasped and unclasped in automatic cadence, pulling at the jerking organ like
a voracious sucking mouth.
Alyssa's sleek, willowy body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on
the bed as Peter's grip on her legs was released. She fell into a spread-eagled position of
obscenity, and she sensed the heavy weight lift from her while a cool rush of air
brushed over her sweat-soaked body.
Then suddenly the chime-like sound of the triangle on the front porch began to ring
wildly. All three sat up and looked at each other in astonishment, for it was only when
there were a full crew of hands at the ranch that that signal was used for meals... and
anyway... it was not yet dinner time. What on earth was going on?


Chapter 7

Craig Hennings was drunk-dead drunk, and he looked like a wild man as he banged
the triangle, circling inside it faster and faster with more and more urgency... and the
sound gave him an enormous feeling of relief... like a supernatural alarm releasing him
from the terrible guilt he bore... the guilt which he could no longer cover, no longer
keep inside. They could all know, the whole world could know, and make their decision
about what his fate would be.
Suddenly, his lovely wife Maria was tugging desperately at his arm...
"Craig... my darling... what is it... what's wrong?"
His manner was so much that of a man gone berserk that she couldn't hide the
desperate fright in her voice. Craig, always so mild-mannered, so calm – what had
happened?!
Peter and Alyssa and Terry had dressed and run out to the porch, their faces masks of
anguished puzzlement as they saw Craig's bizarre behavior. Lyndon had come
downstairs too, barking and yelping and adding to the incredible din of the triangle...
"So... sinners all of you... you're here... you've answered my call have you...?"
"Father... what is it? What's wrong?" Alyssa gasped.
"What's wrong?" Craig repeated, the tendons of his neck bulging, his eyes protruding
as he glared at his redheaded daughter..."You ask me what's wrong... what's wrong with
all of us... we are cursed... it's in our blood... our genes... perverse satans doomed to
break every commandment..."
My God! they were all thinking... had he flipped out completely?
And then, like a summer storm which quickly ends, bringing a strangely quiet peace in
its aftermath, Craig stopped banging the triangle, his features regained some semblance
to his normal face, and his manner grew quiet... Then slowly, with great consideration,
he looked in each of the faces that surrounded him, then walked into the house. They
all followed him into the living room and seated themselves, watching him closely for a
cue as to what was next.
Craig sat in a large easy chair and slowly pulled a piece of paper from the inside of his
shirt pocket. With great deliberateness, he unfolded it, looked around the room to be
sure he had everyone's attention, then began to read...
"Dear Mr. Hennings, I have been with your family and the Wainwrights, may their
souls rest in peace, for most of my born life, and I never thought the day would come
when I would leave this ranch, my home, and all of you who have been the only family
I have ever known... But I am a church-going, God-fearing woman and I cannot live
any longer under the same roof with such sinners... Judge not, the Bible says... and I
will not condemn you. But it is too heavy on my old heart not. There was too much
wickedness in this house... sex wickedness such as made the Lord destroy the kingdoms
of Sodom and Gomorrah... And worse! I know it wasn't no horse killed Harry Martin,
though your secret will stay with me until the day I die... You have my solemn oath on
that... for I have loved you all like my own children... life will never be the same for me,
but I must leave this house now as one must flee the fires of hell. May the Lord have
mercy on your souls. Bessie.
For a long time there was a heavy silence in the room... each person there thinking of
Bessie, how much she had meant to them all, and how horrified she must have been
about all of their behavior. All, that is, but Maria, who looked puzzled and troubled by
the letter. Finally she asked her husband, "Darling, what does this mean?" The part
about her husband's death had stunned her, striking terror in her heart, confirming
what she had instinctively always known – that Harry was not killed by a horse – but
by someone... someone... someone in the family! And suddenly, Maria was not sure she
wanted to hear the answer to her question and she broke out sobbing and held onto her
husband's shoulders from where she stood behind him as a drowning man clings to a
buoy...
But Craig gently removed her hands from his shoulders and guided her around to the
side of the chair..."Sit down," he said, and Maria obeyed.
"I killed Harry Martin!" he said, almost in a whisper but with powerful feeling behind
it.
The words punctured the silence of the room like the crack of a bullet. And Craig
continued in the same, peculiarly subdued tone of voice.
"He came to see me very late one night – this was when you – Peter – were following
Maria around like a lovesick dog. He was jealous... he wanted me to do something
about it... he was drunk. I told him you were just a boy, Peter, told him it didn't mean
anything. And then I saw blood on Harry's shirt cuff. I asked him where he got it and
he told me, with a strange glint of pleasure in his eyes, that he had given his wife what
she deserved."
Maria gasped and shuddered as she remembered the nightmare that had been. Harry
had cut her between her breasts with the knife so that no one could see the wounds.
Craig reached over and comforted his wife, then continued.
"I got mad then at Harry, furious... and it might just have been the moment I
discovered how much I, myself, cared for Maria. I made a fist, reached out to punch
him, but he had pulled the knife on me. We danced around each other like coyotes
until finally he had me backed up against the fireplace, the knife at my throat. I reached
my arm back and pulled the horse show trophy from the mantle and crashed it down
over his head... again and again and again... until I regained my senses and Harry was
dead... I got scared. I lifted his body and carried him out to the corral... Then I opened
the gate and let out the chestnut stallion that had not yet been broken. The animal
sensed the crazy nervousness in the air and began to tear wildly around the corral – as
I'd known he would – trampling Harry's body so it looked like the horse had killed
him. I went back to the house and waited till morning – till one of the hands found
him...
"I don't know how Bessie knew... I guess she was just too wise to be fooled, even when
the police were..."
Again there was an enormous silence as each person in the room allowed this new
knowledge to become part of their being... and somehow... it was so strange... it was
like a great feeling of release for all of them...
Terry glanced now at the grief-stricken form of Maria, and for the first time her jealousy
was replaced by a powerful feeling of compassion for the Mexican woman. She rose and
walked toward her, kneeling beside her chair and holding her head, with its thickly
curling dark hair tight against her breast. They held each other comfortingly like that
for a long, long moment while the others watched...
No one knew exactly how the transition occurred, but somehow – so easily – so
naturally, Terry began pushing the dark-haired woman's legs wider and wider apart, her
hand traveling up underneath Maria's skirt, pulling off her underpants, sliding off the
skirt, reaching up to touch the hair lined lips surrounding the other woman's tight
vaginal passage...
Alyssa's mind was spinning furiously trying to sort out her own feelings as she watched
the two women... experiencing Terry's touch now from a distance and squirming her
own buttocks nervously on the sofa, feeling the seam of her jeans come into electrical
contact with her softly swelling cuntal lips. And Craig was drawn to seek comfort with
his daughter. He moved to the sofa and placed his arm around her shoulders, then held
her tight, until, unconsciously, his hand had found a firm hold on his redheaded
daughter's breast, clenching and unclenching its firm full roundness with a rhythm that
matched the writhing of the two women in their passionate embrace.
The whole room was swirling as if in a strange ether of mindless passion, all of them
moving like figures underwater in the density of the abandoned lasciviousness which
was the very air they breathed...
Maria was lost in the excitement between her thighs, and felt a keen sense of loss as
suddenly Terry rose from her side and moved toward Peter Hennings, who had quickly
rid his body of the imprisoning clothes he wore. Terry lubricated her fingertips with
saliva from her red mouth then glided towards him. When she reached him, she knelt
before her cousin and seized his already semi-erect penis with one d at its base while
with the other she rubbed her moistened fingers along the sides and on the tip of the
now powerfully throbbing cock. Peter groaned and thrust his hips forward obscenely to
receive more of the woman's moist fingering on his swelling testicle sacs. His eyes were
closed so tightly that his entire face was unnaturally contorted, his lips drawn back in a
tortured grimace that gathered the skin around his eyes in deep furrows.
And then everyone heard Craig speak... in a strange voice... an almost unearthly voice
filled with passion and terror of the overpowering forces that seemed to control
everyone in the room...
"This is our heaven and our hell," was what he said. And everyone understood.
While this was happening, Maria had begun to rub both of her own hands over her
body, her fingertips dancing exploratively over the flat, tan belly and coming to rest,
together, at the vee of her soft, hair-covered crotch. She groaned at the thrilling contact
of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her legs up like two
gloriously carved creamy columns above the chair and then, with a deep sigh, let them
fall gaping wide and crab-like on either side of the cushions. Her fingers crawled on her
nipples and pinched them roughly, making the sensitive flesh shiver and contract in
their erectness. It was clearly evident that the powerful confession Craig had made was
acting like a crazy aphrodisiac on them all.
Maria now slithered onto the floor like one possessed and writhed her open vagina
shamelessly as she undulated her hips against the rug... then her eyes opened wide in
amazement as she saw Lyndon heading towards her, wagging his tail furiously to stand
with his front paws placed on either side of the lovely Mexican woman's prostrate form.
There was a brief flash of fright in her eyes, but it lasted only a moment and then
changed to a look of sheer lust as the mammoth beast lowered his head to sniff
excitedly at her upturned crotch. He began to pant and shiver as the female odor
reached his nostrils, making him think he had trapped a lusty bitch in heat. The
woman tensed and moaned as his long red tongue flicked out and licked wetly up and
down the crevice between her buttocks, all the way from the top of her cunt to the tiny,
puckered anus cringing almost fearfully below it. She flinched involuntarily when the
pointed red tip found and burrowed slightly into the outer ring of elastic flesh
surrounding her anal passage...
It was almost more than Alyssa could stand, witnessing this obscene bestial act right
before her very eyes. Yet she shuddered and chilled from the sexual acceleration that
watching this gives...
And she did not protest when her father began to skillfully unbutton the top of her
shirt and slipped his sweating palm inside to cup and hold her warm naked breast.
And on the floor Maria was tugging at the German shepherd's head to pull it forward
into her well-lubricated vaginal lips. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway
like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust vaginal slit without mercy. Wild
incoherent cries streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb slavering
animal to violate her like the savage beast he was...
Alyssa could see the huge bulge throbbing inside the crotch of her father's jeans. She
began to gasp for breath squirming her buttocks harder and harder against the couch,
grinding the wet, swollen flesh of her open pussy down against the crotch of her velvet
jeans in a vain attempt to quell the fire raging in her stomach. Her father's hand moved
boldly now from one palpitating breast to the other, manipulating and squeezing them
with a passion that rendered her almost helpless...
While on the floor Maria was rolling over, kneeling on all fours, and the giant dog
reared up to mount the spread cheeks of her rounded buttocks, paws on her back. His
glistening scarlet penis emerged excitedly from its hairy sheath, the tapered point
dripping and dancing in the hot valley between Maria's full-rounded asscheeks. The dog
quivered and trembled, trying to bury the blood-red tip of the thick shaft into the
beautiful woman's firm tanned body. Moaning, Maria looked back, hungrily moving
her firm round buttocks here and there in a desperate attempt to capture the
lengthening animal cock, but always missing...
And on the floor beside them, Peter and Terry had begun to fuck wildly, but now they
turned to stare intently at the dog, humping with frustration behind Maria, attempting
to penetrate her with the still-hardening length of his monstrous animal penis... and at
that moment, Terry reached her arm out and guided the point of the animal's slippery
cock into the woman's pink moist slit, the shaft spreading it wider and wider apart with
each wild thrust.
Lyndon jerked forward and buried his huge staff deep in Maria's wet, grasping hole. It
slithered forward with a sucking rush until it was in her up to the hilt, his drooping
hairy balls swinging like church bells below her drenched pubic hairs. A cry of relief
escaped her lips as she began to move rhythmically back and forth, meeting the panting
canine's thrusts with wild, unconscious abandon. When his forelegs locked tighter
around her waist, she began to undulate her body and grind her upthrust buttocks back
in tiny lewd circles, completely surrendering herself to the beautiful animal-fucking she
was getting from behind. She turned her face from side to side, smiling ecstatically at
the others in the room so they could see the effect this bizarre animal fucking was
having on her. And for a moment the two couples watching stopped everything as they
watched the dog's hot scarlet penis jabbing wildly into Maria, contrasting sharply with
the fevered wet pink of her passion-crazed cunt...
Alyssa had lost all control of herself, succumbing to the worst sin of all... Her father
rubbed his fingers lightly now over the nipples, stopping to pinch them to pebble
hardness and causing a ripple of delicious sensation to flow through her each time he
did. Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation
in her trim young belly grew in maddening intensity. She knew they had all gone too
far... had gone beyond what anyone in their right minds could handle... yet she was
powerless to stop her father from squeezing and kneading her breasts. She was
completely aware of the seeping wetness between her thighs when her eyes strayed back
to the couple on the floor and the obscenely swaying body of Maria kneeling before the
humping German shepherd, while beside them Peter and Terry were fucking wildly,
seeming almost oblivious now to all around them. Maria was going completely out of
her mind, shouting lewd encouragement to the beast fucking into her cunt. She was
pleading to the dog to fuck her harder and faster, to shoot his scorching sperm up into
her battered womb. She was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust
deranged flesh that begged for more and more, screwing back her hindquarters like a
wild bitch dog in heat.
Small trails of sweat were building and running down the young girl's body, glistening
in the late afternoon sunlight. Alyssa's sense of identification with Maria was stronger
even than before, sending more and more powerful ripples of sexual need through her
own trembling limbs. She could feel her father becoming increasingly excited and was
certain that he could feel the frequent grinding of her vagina down against the couch
cushion. Craig was fondling his daughter's large breasts more wildly than ever now,
pinching her bud-like nipples harder until they throbbed higher in guilty incestuous
pleasure. A wash of shame came over Alyssa when she realized that she yearned to be
fucked... fucked by her own father... God! They had all gone completely out of their
minds!
Suddenly there was a wild cry from Maria on the floor. She was twisting her head
frantically from side to side, her long red hair sweeping the couch. She was
experiencing the first blinding throes of searing orgasm and fucked back greedily
against the German shepherd like a she-demon gone berserk. The magnificent animal's
tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked insanely into the human beauty under his
bucking weight. Saliva ran from it and drooled down onto her back. Then she screamed
and arched her back against the dog prick like a demented whore. At that exact
moment, the giant beast jerked forward and his cock began spewing its sperm in thin
hard spurts deep up in her naked young cunt. Alyssa stared in fascination as Maria's
backside began to thrash and buck crazily from side to side, up and down, forwards and
backwards, signifying the cataclysmic upheaval exploding deep in her own belly. Thick
white liquid oozed from her tightly squeezing cunt, milking the dog's thick prick of
every last drop of the precious animal sperm. Thin trails of the sticky white substance
ran down the ivory columns of her smooth quivering thighs, coming to rest in the small
pools behind her knees. Her buttocks glistened in the glinting sunlight, displaying the
soaked curls of her black pubic hair and the fragile pink flesh of her pussy as she
pitched forward on the floor and lay struggling for breath. The drained beast then
withdrew his deflating cock from her young vagina and with a long wet sucking noise
that was heard throughout the room. Maria was exhausted and useless, and the huge
dog stood above her with his long tail wagging gratefully.
And in another moment the bodies of Terry and Peter on the floor beside them began
to twist and writhe crazily with body shattering spasms, as they thrashed out their
insanely shattering simultaneous orgasms.
Alyssa wanted to resist her father, hold onto one last shred of sanity, but it was too
late... much too late. The deep wellspring of her passions had been thoroughly touched
and she knew there was no turning back from here.


Chapter 8

The next morning, Craig Hennings knew there was only one thing he could do. He
had not slept all night, and when the sun began to rise, he showered and dressed,
formulating in his mind exactly how he would carry out his plan.
He went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. It seemed hollow and empty without
the comforting presence of Bessie to take care of them all. He made himself some coffee
and when he had finished, left the house, climbed into his Jeep and drove to town. It
was only 9:30 when he arrived – that left him a half hour to kill before the bank would
open, and he walked down the familiar streets as if in a strange dream. These streets he
had known all his life somehow now looked unreal, dream-like, as if he had left them
behind long ago.
At ten he withdrew his entire life savings from the bank and received the money in five
separate cashier's checks.
He returned to the ranch, went to the corral and let every horse free. Then he went into
the house and gathered the entire family around the kitchen table – Terry, Alyssa, Peter
and Maria. The mood was strained, tense, heavy with guilt for what they had all been
through the night before. Craig spoke into the weighty silence.
"You must leave the ranch today..." he began simply. "It's the only way... We must all
leave this place and begin new lives – for we cannot maintain this sinful and hellish
existence." He gave them each a cashier's check... gave them each one – fifth of all he
had...
And when they had all departed, Craig went down to the basement and brought up a
huge can of kerosene. He spread the combustible fluid all about the house, saturating
everything – and then he set it afire, heard the house burst into flames before he
climbed into his Jeep, leaving all of his past behind forever.


THE END
