An Animal Summer
by Marian Davis


CHAPTER ONE 

"Montauk! Mother! Why do we have to go there this summer? Why can't we go to 
Cape Cod like we always do?" 

"Because," Pearl West sighed wearily, "I've told you five times already, 
that's where Gordon has his summer house. Now your father needs this 
vacation. With his asthma problem he'd never survive this summer in New 
York. Now try and be a little reasonable." 

Helen Foley snorted at her mother. "My father's dead! Gordon's only my 
stepfather so why do I have to spend the summer with him? Why can't I go up 
to the Cape with the Brands? I don't know anyone at Montauk!" 

"Please, Helen. You're only fourteen years old. You talk as if you were 
incapable of making friends. I'm sure there'll be lots of young people up 
there. Gordon has a lovely house there and I'm sure we'll be able to have 
lots of parties." 

"I don't want to go and that's final!" In a fit of petulance, Helen stomped 
out of the room, leaving her troubled mother standing alone in the living 
room of the elegant apartment overlooking Central Park. 

Pearl was a beautiful woman of thirty-five. With her pixieish chestnut brown 
hair bobbed close to her elegantly shaped head and her large liquid brown 
eyes with their frame of long, dark lashes, she looked like a teenager 
herself. The expensively-tailored beige silk dress she was wearing only 
accented her excitingly shaped figure; mature, womanly, but still petite and 
almost fragile with nipped-in waist swelling curvaceously downward to 
voluptuously rounded hips and buttocks, gently tapering thighs, and long, 
curving line of calves, tiny ankles and equally small, narrow feet... and 
upward to full-mounded breasts that were barely contained inside the silk 
top of her dress. 

What was she going to do about Helen? Her daughter had been inconsolable 
after her father's death in an automobile accident. He had been dead for a 
year and a half but Helen had been angry when six months ago she had married 
Gordon West. 

Gordon West was a strapping six feet tall, lithe, strong and athletic. He 
was forty years old, five years older than she. He had jade-green eyes 
looking out under wavy blond hair over a boyish grin and it was that 
infectious grin that had drawn Pearl to him one night at a rather dreary 
cocktail party. He had rescued her from the clutches of a lecherous old bore 
and they had gone out to dinner. She had been almost beside herself with joy 
to find out that this handsome eligible man was also fabulously wealthy! The 
only drawback in their relationship was that Pearl was often left alone when 
Gordon travelled to Pittsburgh to inspect the steel mill that his family had 
operated of three generations. Pittsburgh was dirty and unpleasant and the 
trips were an ordeal for Pearl so she preferred to wait patiently for Gordon 
in the expensive penthouse apartment in New York City. 

The only problem on the horizon seemed to be Helen. The beautiful teenager 
had been against the marriage to Gordon from the beginning. It was not that 
she didn't like Gordon. She seemed to like the handsome man almost against 
her will. It was almost as if the lovely blonde had decided that no one was 
ever going to replace her father and was almost resentful of Gordon on 
principle. 

Pearl was clearly worried about the girl. She had been away to boarding 
school in England and had just returned for the summer vacation. Although 
she was only fourteen years old and Pearl was certain that her daughter 
still remained a virgin there was a new, knowing kind of look in her eyes 
that suggested a sexual knowledge far beyond her years. She had thought that 
the English boarding school would provide her daughter with a polish and 
that the no-nonsense approach to education would stand her daughter in good 
stead. The young mother had no idea how her daughter could possibly have 
acquired this precocious nature in such an atmosphere of non-permissiveness. 

And now there was this new problem of talking Helen into spending the summer 
at Montauk. They had always spent the summers when her father was alive at 
Cape Cod. Always in the same cottage and always with the same people around. 
Pearl was looking forward to spending the summer at Montauk in the wonderful 
old house that Gordon had there. She was happy to be going first-class for a 
change instead of the rented cabin route that she had always travelled with 
her first husband. Pearl smiled to herself. It certainly was just as easy to 
fall in love with a rich man as with a poor one. She had been sick of the La 
Boheme type of existence she shared with Jack Foley before his death. 
Although she had loved the charming ne'er-do-well she was more than grateful 
to the powers that be to have a second chance at a marriage in this 
luxurious existence. She was sure that she would be able to talk her 
daughter into spending the summer at Montauk. 

After all, she was not going to be dictated to by a fourteen year old. She'd 
worry about that later but right now she had a dress fitting downtown, she'd 
have to call the chauffeur. 

* * * 

Fourteen year old Heine Foley was alone in the huge house in Montauk when 
the puffing red-faced man rang the front doorbell. Her mother and her 
step-father had gone into the town to buy food for barbecuing that evening. 
Bounder, the big German shepherd which the woman down the lane had left with 
them, was probably racing around the grove like crazy. 

With her long, blonde hair piled up beneath a small pink gingham head 
square, old cut-off jeans, skimpy halter top and bare-footed, she looked 
anything but her curvy self, the teenager thought, approaching the inside of 
the screened door. She still carried her glass of orange juice, too, but the 
big man standing on the verandah was not very good looking, so it didn't 
matter. His face didn't look that old but as it was encased in layers of 
puffy sweating folds of fat, he looked a lot older than he actually was. 
Even on this extremely hot day, the corpulent stranger wore a suit. At least 
it looked like it might have been a suit when he put it on but now the white 
linen garment was ringed with sweat and all the crease had gone out of the 
trousers, making it look like he was wearing a laundry bag or one of the 
sails discarded down by the pier. 

"Is Mr. West in, miss?" he asked, eyeing her up and down with a certain air 
of lechery, his point of vision coming back to linger on the swollen outline 
of her unmuzzled young breasts. 

"No," Helen replied, not volunteering any information at to the fat man. 

"This is still the West residence, isn't it?" he questioned. 

"Yes, but neither Gordon nor my mother are at home. They're shopping in 
town. I'm the only one here," she said, her teenaged impertinence and 
impatience with the fat man showing through as she looked him over carefully 
through large blue eyes. 

"And may I enquire who you are?" he persisted, reaching into his rumpled 
jacket with the sweat ringed armpits. 

"I could ask you the same thing," the precocious young teenager responded. 

"Oh, I do apologize," the puffing man stated, getting even more flustered by 
the directness of the lovely youngster. "I'm Don Sanderson from Sanderson 
Realty. I've known Gordon for years," he said, opening a small leather 
billfold brought from his pocket and extracting a gray card with blue 
lettering. "I have a client who's very interested in this property and I 
promised him that I would approach Gordon to see if he was interested in 
selling." 

"Oh, well I'M Helen Foley, Gordon's step-daughter and as far as I know he 
isn't selling but I'll tell him to call you if he is," Helen said 
disinterestedly. 

"Well, all right, here... take my business card and have Gordon give me a 
call... oh, by the way... isn't that the widow Sampson's German Shepherd?" 
he asked as the huge animal bounded into the living room. 

"Yes, it is... we're minding him while she's in New York visiting her 
daughter." 

Suddenly an obscene grin spread over the fat man's face. "Did she tell you 
how much he liked the women?" 

"Of course," Helen snapped, "he's a very friendly wonderful pet. We are 
happy to look after him. I've got to do something so I can't spend any more 
time with you... I'll give my step-father your card." 

The real estate man grunted once and issued another leering glance, and 
walked away. Helen stepped back, watched him lumber down the shady treed 
lane, climb into the black car, then drive off. Three young boys with a 
frisbee walked by and she waited to have a good look at them. The beautiful 
young blonde had not been out very much since they had arrived in Montauk 
and she hadn't had an opportunity to meet many boys except for Brian Parr 
who was staying with his family in the house next door. He was eighteen and 
well... a little bit too forward for her liking... he sure was cute 
though... 

She smiled to herself and flung the business card on the desk, then went for 
a look out the back door to try and see Bounder in the adjoining grove. He 
was probably into some sort of mischief by this time. The big pet was almost 
as bad as Brian when it came to that. Dimly, she wondered why that fat man 
had looked so funny when he had seen Bounder run through the house. And what 
was that he had said about the dog liking women? Well, of course, Bounder 
like everyone... 

Oh, there he was. Bounder was chasing a ginger cat across the back yard. 

"Bounder! You stop that! Stop, you hear?" the curvaceous blonde teenager 
called after the big galloping animal romping open-jawed behind the orange 
ball of fur he was chasing. 

The cat was streaking zig-zag among the trees toward the back fence... up... 
and away... Helen sighed. She hadn't been worried for the kitty, but she 
could just imagine the scratches that the kitty could lay on Bounder's face. 
',You come here, big boy," she commanded. "That's right. Come here!" 

He did, his ears pinned back and tail drooping. The massive dog had been 
with them but three days, yet there was already a close bond between the 
animal and herself. It was the way she had always enjoyed the four-legged 
world; animals just seemed to take to her. One of the most difficult things 
in leaving the boarding school had been saying goodbye to Spotty, the 
English sheep dog that was the school's mascot. Old Spotty and she had 
shared so many, many good times too, she remembered, especially at night. 
Spotty had always been right at the foot of her bed when she needed him. 

When the American girl had first gone to the boarding school, she had been 
befriended by one of the older English girls. The young miss had confided in 
Helen that the way to alleviate sexual frustration and still remain a virgin 
was to have a dog... 

The young American girl had been shocked but her growing sexual needs soon 
overcame that. The English girl was right! Spotty had secretly taken care of 
her needs and she still had her precious cherry! 

Just thinking about it... whew... better get that out of my mind, she 
thought... this isn't boarding school... what if somebody found out... but 
on this hot day even now there was a growing burning down between her long, 
tanned thighs and she wished Spotty were here right now! 

"You should be ashamed, bad boy," the radiant fourteen year old beauty 
berated the humbled German Shepherd, but she couldn't maintain her anger, 
not with the particular vein of thought playing in her mind again. Ever 
since that Mrs. Sampson had brought the handsome fellow into the house she 
had found herself sensuously speculating. 

She dropped down onto her haunches to strain the skin-tight jean cut-offs 
containing the young contours of her rounded hips and firm, ovaled buttocks. 
Then she smiled and cooed at him and Bounder raced forward wagging his tail 
furiously, his metal name-tag jingling as he nuzzled his big furry head 
against the soft fullness of her unhampered ripe breasts. She hugged him, 
bussing a loud kiss between his eyes while his long tongue licked the smooth 
tanned flesh of her slender throat. 

"I think we better go inside, buddy, before you get all scratched up from 
some cat," she whispered, hugging and petting him, her mind working, racing 
along with mounting temptation. "Come on in before you're a bleeding mess... 
we don't want to maim Mrs. Sampson's precious pet... do we?" 

Helen straightened up and opened the door, a flush of excitement warmly 
stimulating her. Maybe she had better just think about it for a bit... after 
all, this mammoth sized German Shepherd was far from the gentle little 
English sheep dog at the boarding school. 

She watched him trot to his water dish, wondering once again why that fat 
guy had looked so snide when he had seen the dog and found out that it 
belonged to Mrs. Sampson. After all, Mrs. Sampson was a fat old woman in her 
late fifties who hardly ever went out, her stepfather had told her. The poor 
woman was beside herself when she had found out that her daughter was ill in 
New York and that she lived in an apartment building that didn't allow 
dogs... 

The sparkling-eyed blonde teenager hurried about the kitchen and finished 
making her breakfast. Somehow the sea air always made her ravenous. She kept 
jumping u p and drinking gallons of cold juice forcibly occupying her mind 
with temperature-lowering thoughts. But Bounder wasn't making it any easier 
by trotting around behind her and seemingly watching her every move. Of 
course, it wasn't the dog at all, the teenager realized; it was her own 
lustful mind reflecting the sensual want she had adopted to protect her 
virginity, and which had been so readily available with Spotty. She'd 
certainly read enough sex-education books smuggled into her room at the 
boarding school to know all about that. In fact, it had been the English 
girl who had shown her a chapter on bestiality which had seemed to make her 
mating with the dog all right. The book had stated that there were dogs bred 
in the United States and Europe for solely this purpose. It seemed to be the 
ideal solution for the lusty teenager. She sure didn't want to give up her 
virginity... not just yet, anyway... but she had these important needs that 
had to be satisfied. She knew this was going to be a difficult summer as far 
as that went especially with people like Brian Parr around who grabbed her 
every chance he got. Helen had to admit that she had almost felt like giving 
in a couple of times but no... she was going to save herself for someone 
really worthwhile. 

Helen sighed to herself her teenaged mind blowing all her problems about her 
body into greatly magnified proportions. She swallowed her final glass of 
juice and then walked back toward her own room and bath with Bounder not two 
inches behind. She guessed everything would work out the way things 
generally did. Like, for instance, coming here to Montauk. She no friends 
here and had been vehemently opposed to the idea of coming here. How much 
nicer it would have been to spend the summer with her friends at the cabin 
in Cape Cod. But after the two weeks she had spent in these sumptuous 
surroundings she was rapidly changing her mind. Meeting Brian Parr had 
helped change it! 

"Come on, naughty doggy. You better stay where I can keep my eye on you. You 
get into any trouble and Mrs. Sampson is going to be very angry that we 
didn't take better care of you. Now you wouldn't want that to happen, would 
you?" 

The big, sleek German Shepherd whimpered his answer and she laughed down at 
him with a certain tightness in her throat and her heart pounding. Bounder 
felt her small hand patting gently on his head and neck. He moved close 
beside her, rubbing his body against the smooth warm skin of her naked thigh 
as they walked. He felt closer to her than to the other woman or man in the 
house. It was all very new to him being away from his old mistress although 
these new people were good to him. There was much to eat and a place to run 
when he was outside, just as it had been in the beginning when he was a 
puppy. His old mistress kept him in the house a lot of times and he didn't 
have as much freedom to run as he would have liked. 

Now, watching the girl with the long sunshine hair streaming down her back, 
stripping off her clothes, Bounder sat back with ears erect, his big head 
interestedly cocked. Helen could see his reflection in the vanity mirror as 
she began to untie her halter top. She couldn't shake the salacious thoughts 
from her mind... he was such a gorgeous animal, too... much larger than 
Spotty, though, but certainly no more lovable. 

While she was in England she'd met an English boy from one of the 
neighboring all boy's schools. She'd really liked him, but whenever they had 
been able to sneak off together he had spent most of the time trying to get 
her panties off, while she struggled against herself as much as he to remain 
inside them. 

Randolph could never understand her wanting to stay a virgin for the right 
man. He had thought all American girls were very promiscuous and he couldn't 
see any point in hanging on to your cherry. He had tried in vain to get the 
youngster to get over her outmoded notions. She never did tell him that it 
wasn't easy keeping her vow of chastity, but she assumed that he had 
probably guessed by the way she would begin to pant and squirm when he 
stroked her highly sensitive breasts. God, he always made her so hot up 
between her legs! 

In spite of her hot-blooded nature, Helen was still a child. She was going 
through the teen-aged phase of reading all the romantic novels. And every 
romantic novel she'd read had underlying stressed the value of virginity. 
Even though the heroes had their loose women, Helen noted in particular that 
they only married virgins. Though Helen knew that her friends didn't care 
about this and many of them had lost their virginity when they were as young 
as twelve, she was determined to hang on to hers. It was as simple as 
that... except that it had been anything but simple hanging on to it... but 
she still had the tiny intimate membrane right where it grew in her hot 
little vagina to prove her pure status. 

Sometimes, though, after being with Randolph on some forbidden outing, she 
would get into her boarding school bed so keyed-up she would want to cry, 
and that was where darling Spotty had done his terrific thing for her. In 
the beginning she'd had to coax him, but after a while he'd been aware right 
off. She knew it was because she would be so hot and wet down there that he 
could scent it. . which made the erotically incited teenager wonder if 
Bounder's instincts could sense it now. 

A visible shiver rippled over the curvaceous young fourteen year old as she 
slipped off her top and tossed it onto the bedroom chair. She never wore a 
brassiere when she was around the house, and in the mirror she saw the 
naked, high-set ripeness of her youthful white breasts firm and uptilted at 
the points, their tiny pink nipples budding quickly into a waxen hardness 
with their exposure to the cooler air. 

They were very shapely and desirable breasts, Helen well knew, and she made 
them sway and jiggle a bit, the feel of their full resilient weight adding 
delicious little tingles to the excitement churning warmly in her belly. Nor 
were they the limit of her sexy curves, as Brian told her every chance he 
got. 

Yesterday morning he had caught her in the backyard when she had been 
picking some berries and crept up behind to suddenly grab and kiss her. 

"Jesus Christ, you're stacked, baby... for fourteen," he had whispered hotly 
against her lips, at the same time running his eager hands over her buttocks 
and breasts before she could manage to get away from his grasp. He had 
lewdly ground himself against her and grunted, "when can I get my big dick 
into that tight little cunt of yours?'. 

The teenager couldn't resist laughing at his grunting passion and she hadn't 
really struggled too much either... no more than usual, anyway. It was 
almost like a game they played. He always did his bumping against her out in 
broad daylight. She hated to admit how much the handsome boy turned her on. 
Just thinking about his hardened penis pressing like a stiffly burning rod 
against her firm young thigh and abdomen made her aroused once more. But no 
matter how far she let him go she was never going to let him go all the way. 

Helen wriggled the cutoffs down over her maturely rounded hips, quickly 
kicking them away to stand before the mirror in skimpy, bikini panties. The 
symmetry of her unblemished curves pleased her... indeed, fascinated the 
narcissistic teenager. She removed the tiny pink checked head square and 
shook her head to let her long flaxen tresses tumble around her shoulders, a 
portion of them falling to make a web-like veil for the erect pink nipples 
to peek through. She saw her waist's slenderness, the indentation of her 
navel and the ovaled little swell her belly made. 

The vivacious teenager's eyes were a kindle with a sensuous inner sparkle as 
they trailed downward over the voluptuous reflection. They saw and lingered 
on the nylon-covered mound softly prominent between full rounded thighs, 
causing her breathing to come a little faster. She watched her enticing 
reflection as she rolled white bikini panties down off her arched hips 
slowly, teasing herself with the gradual revelation of her sparse blonde 
curls and finally the moistening split pinkly separating her tight, fleshy 
vaginal lips. 

Good god, she was burning with desire, and in the mirror, Bounder's saucered 
eyes were fixed on her every movement. His ears stood erect, twitching now 
and then to her seductive gestures. The idea of him, a stranger really, 
sitting there watching her sensual performance was adding luridly to her 
stimulation. His direct view would be the rounded globes of her naked white 
buttocks exposed to him back there, and she couldn't resist bending over for 
him, picking up her panties and cutoffs, envisioning the lewd spread-open 
sight she must make for him. 

Wouldn't Brian love to see that? He'd go bananas for sure and probably fling 
her to the bed immediately and then she'd lose it... her precious virginity! 
But this handsome fellow seated behind, he was a different proposition 
altogether, and she turned to see him watching with tongue hanging limply 
from his now open jaws. A tremoring sensation quivered up her spine at the 
sight of the pinkish wet length of his extended tongue, and it sent wild 
shivers of pleasurable delight racing through her roused young body. 

Helen caressed, her hands over the firm satin-skinned mounds her proud young 
breasts offered, lifting them and plucking tenderly at their electrified 
nipples, her eyes fixed on the huge animal so intensely watching. Her 
fingertips traced down her ripened body to her waist and hips, stroking 
inward over the soft belly-flesh to the warmer area of her silken curls. She 
spread her trembling legs slightly and felt her titillating fingertips 
against the vibrant heat of her blood-flushing pussy lips. Her breath came 
in a little gasp at the erogenous contact, and she found herself forced to 
look down to see the actual splaying apart of those sensitive hair-sprinkled 
folds between her now precariously quavering thighs. 

Delicate pink flesh glistened wetly from the narrow slit, while erotic 
impulses swirled with ever-mounting fervor through her virginal belly and 
loins. There was absolutely no stopping now. 

"Bounder... cccc... come here, boy," Helen whispered, her teenaged throat 
suddenly parched. 'Come here, boy,' she coaxed, spreading her trim legs 
wider, the forefingers of both hands reaching down to lewdly stroke the 
yielding outer pussy lips pouting from her teenage loins. Again her 
fingertips drew the swollen layers of hot flesh apart so that the cooler air 
in the room brushed stimulatingly against the wetly receptive flesh. 
Trembling, she arched her lightly fleeced genitals forward in lurid 
enticement, whispering: "Don't be frightened, doggy. Come to Helen." 

The big German Shepherd whimpered. He sensed something familiar and exciting 
before his eyes. Her soft, rounded body pleased him and he raised onto all 
fours, not wanting to disobey, but reluctant to move forward. Once more he 
whined, then saw her beginning to shuffle toward him with her hands still 
down between her legs, holding open the raw little place beneath the wispy 
patch of her golden hair. 

Bounder felt the tension from her naked human body reach and charge through 
him as she came closer, until his nose was grazed by her small fingers. 
Bewildered, he studied the moistened slit she held gapingly exposed before 
him, the known aromatic scent it breathed causing his blood to begin racing 
through his big, muscular body. 

Helen was so taut she felt she would snap like one of the rubber bands that 
she tied her hair back with. Standing there with trembling legs spread 
apart, her naked torso thrust obscenely forward while she fingered her 
sizzling pussy lips, holding them wide open for him, was firing her 
passionate desire like crazy. She began to undulate her hips in tiny circles 
to urge him on, sensing his growing acceptance, until abruptly his cool, 
damp nose touched her erotically secret flesh, and she moaned, shuddering 
all over. 

Eagerly, the German Shepherd's naked young temptress watched, her 
lust-infused mind in a whirling delirium as he continued to sniffingly 
explore her proffered loins, his tail wagging and little throaty sounds 
coming from the huge animal. Her young heady scent was much different from 
the musty smell that emanated from his old mistress. The animal had been 
wondering whether he would have these old pleasures with his new mistress. 

"Oh, Bounder, that's the way. It smells wild, doesn't it? Go ahead. Lick it 
for Helen, Bounder... please, lick it... good doggy!" she whispered down at 
him with a quivering hushed voice. 

And then he did, cautiously, and experimentally at first, his hotly wet 
tongue sampling with little stabbing licks the poignantly exotic flesh of 
the youngster's splayed pussy. She staggered at the lightning sensations his 
fiery animal tongue sent raging through her. They were like jagged 
chain-bolts piercing deep up into her frantically tremoring insides. 

"Oh, Bounder... goood dog... yes... yes... like that, oh yes.... lick me... 
" Helen groaned, quaking uncontrollably now as he began to lick with avid 
enthusiasm and she knew she would have to lie down before her legs gave out 
beneath her. 

Bounder snarled out like a wolf being denied a fresh kill when Helen drew 
away from him and collapsed onto the bed, dropping onto her back and 
spreading her legs wide. He hadn't frightened her; she was too intoxicated 
with the exciting depravity of her act for that. Then he was up beside her 
in a bounce, suddenly looking very huge as he moved with predatory zeal 
right between her wide-opened thighs, his head poising above the fevered 
crevice she had introduced to him in unspoiled lust. 

Good grief, Charlie Brown! He was really so much bigger than her precious 
Spotty, and wilder looking. Helen raised to her elbows in order to see over 
her firmly rising and falling young breasts. Bounder whimpered and again it 
was a partial growl. Maybe she'd gone too far this time... Her thoughts 
jumbled, flitting off into meaninglessness at the sight and feel of his long 
slithering tongue once more licking with a more insistent possessiveness at 
the seethingly narrow aperture where her most precious asset still remained 
intact. She dropped her head then jerked it upright again, gasping as he 
tongue-raked upward over the full length of her squirmingly virginal cunt. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, 
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. His hot tongue was so long 
and thick! Spotty's had been just a toy in comparison. And now... now it was 
spreading between her tightly yielding pussy lips in maddeningly long 
sweeps, splaying the pink inner flesh like a live spatula before her eyes, 
and... oh no! The dog had found the sealed little mouth of her vagina! 

"No, Bounder... not there... good doggy... " 

The curled tip of his canine tongue was like a burning finger prodding 
there! And the harder he pushed up against the chaste ring of her maidenhead 
the more intensely her mysterious vaginal passage throbbed in its depths! 

Helen had never known more sensual passion. Her desire-filled young body 
spasmed uncontrollably as she dropped her head and began to writhe beneath 
the massive German Shepherd's incessantly ravaging tongue. His whines grew 
confused and pathetic, his growls ferocious, as she drew her slender legs up 
and back to give him the fullest access to her simmering teenage cunt. She 
was too far gone now to even care if he lunged his searing tongue right up 
into her screaming little hole and took her hymen with it! 

Suddenly the lapping dog discovered the hardened bud of her tiny clitoris, 
and began to lick it as if he might really know what he was doing to her. 
Almost like he had been trained to do this! It was just as if he'd pressed a 
button which turned on a thousand volts of current within her nakedly 
twitching body. Every nerve center of the blonde-haired teenager responded 
sympathetically, a dynamic pressure of promise commencing to build with 
blinding intensity in the steaming depths of her nubile body. 

Even the knocking at her bedroom door, which' she actually heard and 
realized should have frightened her to death under the circumstances, only 
vaguely registered. Nothing else mattered, and she spasmed and wriggled 
heedlessly, thrusting her delirious little cunt up at the beautiful 
please-bringing tongue of her German Shepherd lover. 

"It's me, baby, old Brian want to know if you can come out and play this 
fine day," an unwanted voice chanted through the barrier of the door. "I 
know you're in there 'cause I can hear you. Open up so I can see that 
luscious body." 

Somewhere in the back of her sensually flooded mind Helen heard him try the 
knob and remembered thankfully that she had locked the door. Oh, oh God, she 
was truly going to explode soon. Yes, that was for sure... she was going to 
go off like some kind of giant Roman candle being detonated by her handsome 
animal darling ,. . and she'd zoom into space, lightning in the sky of lust! 

"I know you're in there, sweetheart, because I can hear you breathing," 
Brian's voice came again to her. "What are you doing in there... chasing 
yourself around the room?" 

Jesus! Why doesn't he go away? Uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh. She just couldn't hold 
back her moans beneath the relentless hot tonguing Bounder was giving her. 

"Don't pretend that you're not there," he called out again. "I saw your 
folks going into town and the back door was open so I thought I'd come in 
for some hot lovin' while they're gone." 

His words sourly penetrated her peaking ecstasy. Good lord! She would cum 
soon! Why didn't that jerk leave? Ooooohhh. Ooooooooooohhhh... her cunt was 
a raging inferno that only Bounder could quell! 

"Come on, Helen... open the fucking door... I want to see you... come on, 
baby." Damn him, she had to say something. What a nervy guy, letting himself 
into their house, anyway. Ooooooohhhh... she could barely think of anything 
except this wonderful dog tongue licking her into a frenzy. 

"I'm... I'm taking a bath," Hein cried out, trying to control her voice. 

"Yeah... it sounds like you've just run the four minute mile... besides, I 
don't hear any water running." 

"I'm just getting undressed." 

"Well, let me in to watch. I promise not to fuck you on the spot." 

"Oh, Brian... for God's sake get out of here... just go away... please," 
Helen choked, about to faint, she felt certain. Her loins were a bubbling 
furnace from Bounder's unrelenting tongue. Oh, just a couple more minutes of 
this... it was going to happen any second... ! 

"Helen?" a female voice called from deep in the other part of the house. 
"Helen. Are you home, darling?" 

Her mother. Damn, damn, damnnnnnnnnn! 

And she was so close. My god, she'd go right out of her mind if she 
didn't... ! 

"Oh, hello, Brian... I didn't know you were here." 

"Yeah, well I'm waiting for Helen to finish her bath. She's been in there 
for ages." 

And then Pearl came to the door. "Come on, dear, we're going to have lunch 
soon.'. The lovely young mother rapped sharply on the door. 

This second rapping seemed to send some kind of a warning through the big 
animal. Suddenly he backed off, raising his head and beginning to move 
toward the door. Helen desperately hissed out at him, "Oh, don't stop now, 
lover!" She spread her voluptuous legs wider, thrusting her nakedly steaming 
cunt up at the confused animal. 

Suddenly, Bounder let out a vicious growl and Helen cringed, but the growl 
was not meant for her. The huge dog leaped off the bed to race for the door. 
Utter havoc raged in the soft confines centralizing her virginal femininity. 
She would just die! Her entire body was a mass of nerve-peaked denial! She 
tried to tease him back as he began to bark and scratch at the door. Her 
cause was hopeless! 

"Come on, Helen... are you in there or not?" Pearl called. 

"Yes, mother... I'm... uh... getting ready to have my shower," Helen panted. 

"Very well, darling," the woman responded. "Don't be long... we've brought 
lunch from town." 

Again, Bounder barked, growling as he barked at the intruders at the door. 
It was no use. Her beautiful party was ruined, Helen groaned, the disruption 
causing her entreating young curves to nakedly react like she was in 
involuntary spasms. Unsteadily, she crawled from the bed, dragged on her 
robe and stumbled to the door where her deserting animal lover was acting 
like he was about to apprehend some burglars. She unlocked it, tears of 
frustration nearly blinding her, and Bounder went charging out just as the 
tall, handsome frame of her step-father happened along. 

The huge German Shepherd missed by a fraction of an inch crashing headlong 
into him, but a distraught Helen doubted if the man even noticed. He was 
staring at the almost fully exposed front of her body which she had 
neglected to cover. 

Helen slammed the door shut and began to rage around her room. I'm going to 
go nuts if I don't get some satisfaction, soon, she thought desperately. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Seeing that Helen was not about to open the door, Brian took himself 
downstairs and plopped down on the West's sofa. Bounder followed him 
downstairs. He watched, puzzled, as the perfect specimen of canine beauty 
collapsed heavily, as if dejected, little quivers rippling over his sleek 
furry body. 

Brian moved closer to stare down at the dog. A German Shepherd of his own 
had been one of his dreams ever since he could remember, but his own father 
had invariably turned a thumbs down at having a dog in the house. 

"You okay, boy?" the teenaged boy questioned, lowering onto his haunches to 
run his hands over the big animal-head. Bounder responded with his tail 
thumping the carpet, licking at the hand in friendly warmth. Brian grinned. 
"What's the problem... got the hots for some lady dog?" He thought about 
that for a moment. "Were you in there with Helen, old boy? Is she the reason 
for the cold shivers?" 

Boy, he could dig that, with her stripping down for a bath. Just to be an 
unobtrusive, wide-eyed dog for a few minutes, Brian mused, visions of those 
firm, sexy curves naked and golden tanned filtering through is mind. No 
wonder poor Bounder went nuts; who the hell wouldn't? 

The German Shepherd began to relax and the bony-framed youth angled upward 
to his near six feet height. He walked back to the couch, picked up a 
magazine from the coffee table and flopped back down. Just what had the 
Helen nymphet been doing in there when he'd ambled along? And how come she 
hadn't showed at the door like usual when he called her? All those sighs and 
the gaspy sound of her voice... could it be that the teen angel was playing 
with herself? 

That lustily stimulating picture struck Brian Parr with a hot, 
penis-hardening impact. He began absently to flip through the magazine, but 
his virile young mind was not with it. The mental vision of that voluptuous 
fourteen year old's body lying stretched out on her bed maybe, tensing in 
rhythm and finger away at what had to be one tight little pussy-slit, was 
more cock-throbbing than a double x-rated movie. 

Christ, how he wished he could ball her just once, but she had some medieval 
notion about wanting to remain a virgin. Brian almost laughed out loud. Most 
of the girls he hung around with lost their cherries when they were eleven. 
Especially around this neck of the woods. Most of the kids came from wealthy 
families who were too busy balling the neighbors to pay much attention to 
the kids. 

Last night he had overheard his own parents talking about how they were 
going to get the West's to swap. The Parr's had never been too interested in 
Gordon West when the wealthy bachelor had spent time on his own in Montauk, 
but now that he had that fabulous brunette wife, well, that was entirely 
another proposition... 

He sure wished Helen would get hip to what was happening around Montauk. She 
seemed to be content to hang around the house or swim in the backyard pool, 
most of the time. She hadn't been to any wild parties or anything. What a 
drag. Maybe she'd learn something if she went out. 

Brian squirmed in the chair. He tugged at the crotch of his jeans and shorts 
to give his hardening youthful penis expansion room. In his mind were the 
constantly recurring thoughts of what it would be like once he took her to a 
party and she. saw how popular he was around Montauk. She'd grovel at his 
feet then, beg to go out with him. He wondered how she'd like the 
competition. 

His train of thought was making his youthful cock crawl right up there, 
crowbar style, and with the sort of itching that could urge a guy right into 
the john for a brief respite. In fact his ever-eager cock had been in an 
almost constant state of banging hardness ever since Helen had arrived on 
the scene with her mother and step-father. 

She'd gotten to him, that's for sure. Even the hot numbers that hung out 
down by the beach had somehow lost their spice, not only the so-called 
catches, but the pushovers seemed suddenly pretty lame compared to the 
beautiful blonde who had moved in next door for the summer. He'd rather just 
smell her panties... like the other afternoon in the backyard... than go and 
fuck one of the girls from town. He'd sneaked into her room once and stolen 
a pair of wispy nylon panties. The infatuated boy took them home and kept 
them under his pillow for stimulation. Christ, the smell of them where they 
had rubbed against her vaginal pussy was headier than any other he had ever 
sniffed. 

While Brian waited for Helen in the living room, Pearl West went about 
putting away her grocery purchases behind a steady stream of small talk, 
Gordon West sat at the breakfast nook lost in a sheath of papers. Although 
this was his vacation, the steel executive was receiving a steady stream of 
mail that required his attention from his office. 

"I wish you didn't have to work while you're on vacation... you've hardly 
spent any time at all in the sun... you'll look like you never left New York 
when we get home," the stunning, dark-haired woman said to her husband, as 
she carried on with the task of putting away the groceries, the rounded 
contours of her eye-catching figure rippling, stretching, responding beneath 
the low-cut sun dress. 

At this moment, the object of her chitchat, her handsome husband was but 
vaguely aware of his lovely wife's presence to say nothing of her remarkable 
beauty. He continued rifling through the mountain of paperwork on his 
kitchen table totally oblivious to anything she was saying. 

"Gordon... you're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" the 
fresh-faced woman said with dismay rather than anger. Her well cut short 
brown hair flattered her soft features. Now, she touched at her soft hair 
through force of habit, thinking that he was unreachable. 

"Did you have anyone you wanted to invite for dinner?" she asked. "We 
haven't done much entertaining since we've been here." 

Her husband looked up at her, his green eyes resembling piece of emerald. 
His handsome face looked a little gaunt, prominently boned and well-bred. 
Old honey look! He smiled a broad, thin-lipped smile revealing his strong 
white teeth and said: "Listen, darling... I'm sorry... I'll make it all up 
to you... just let me get through all this paperwork. I know I've been lax 
in introducing you around but you know how pre-occupied I've been with that 
impending strike. We'll have the Parr's over from next door as soon as I get 
all this stuff out of the way. You'll like them. They're a charming 
couple... you know we met them briefly when we first got here... somehow we 
seem to have their son as an almost permanent fixture," he chuckled. 

He flashed another smile up at her to which she responded automatically with 
a radiant one of her own. He cleared his throat, eyes lingering for a moment 
on the sensually alluring body which the sun dress could not hide. Since 
he'd married this incredible woman his one regret was that he couldn't spend 
more time with her. Christ, here it was his vacation and he was still 
working. Feeling he had no choice, he looked back at his pile of papers. 

Pearl West's rounded dark eyes widened, then grew vacant while the remainder 
of her exquisite features froze into a natural-lined smile. She swallowed 
several times, her mind foundering abruptly after his apology. What could 
she say now? He had to do his work, didn't he? 

"I still think you're working too hard, Gordon," she pitied in a soft voice, 
moving to where he sat to run her soft slender hand over his thick hair. 
"Darling, what you need is a good long rest from your vacation," she said 
again. 

He slipped his arm around the nipped-in waist, hugging her gently, his hand 
patting the round little swell of her belly through the thin dress. "You're 
absolutely right, darling... just as soon as I get through with this mess." 

She sighed and he smiled to himself, enjoying her firm resilient warmth 
cuddled against him. An enchanting woman, so voluptuous and fiery in bed, 
too. He wished he could spend more time with her in bed, as she seemed 
almost unlimited in that area. It seemed the more they fucked the more 
insatiable she became. 

Seeing that it was pointless to talk to her husband any longer, Pearl moved 
towards the kitchen door. Maybe she'd have a little nap. Talking to her 
husband was only going to delay him further. Disappointedly she walked back 
to her bedroom. The curvaceous dark-haired woman eased down on the edge of 
the huge king-sized bed. She'd make it up to Gordon later. 

"Mother...?" Helen's young voice broke into Pearl's thoughts and she looked 
toward the open door. 

"Helen dear, come in, come in," she invited, welcoming the freshness of her 
lovely teenage daughter. "I thought you were going out with Brian today, 
darling? He's still waiting downstairs." 

"No mom. That's what I came to tell you,', the blonde teen-ager said gliding 
into her mother's bedroom. "I... 

I have a little headache. I'm going to stay in this afternoon." 

"Oh are you sure it's nothing serious, darling," Pearl asked, a sympathetic 
smile immediately flashing. "You go right back in and lie down while I get 
you something for it... it's not your period, is it?" 

"No, no, it's just a little headache, mom," Helen replied, not wanting to 
tell her mother the real reason for her upset. She was still so shaken from 
Bounder's untimely desertion that even the thought of seeing Brian was too 
much. Her legs quivered and the throbbing little ache at the base of her 
belly refused to go away. "If I feel better I'll take a walk. That often 
helps." 

"You go right ahead, darling, it that's what you want," Pearl said, rising 
and walking close to brush her slender hand over her daughter's soft flaxen 
hair. "But don't walk in the sun and get heated up... it'll make your 
headache worse." 

Helen nodded, observing her mother's exquisite contours even beneath her 
dress. The teenager couldn't help but wonder what it must be like sexually 
between her step-father and her erotically built mother. Did they make love 
often? How? Did she like it? Was he a good lover? 

Suddenly, Helen was startled by a flash of fur whipping into the room. The 
big German shepherd moved ahead coming right to her, his cool wet nose 
starting to sniff some two inches above her knee. Helen bent to take the 
head between her hands and hold it, sensing the flush of her cheeks. 

"Well, I'm going now, mom," Helen said, trying to appear nonchalant as she 
struggled to avoid the German shepherd's inquisitive nose which was now 
coldly sniffing up between her legs even though she was forcibly holding him 
back. 

"All right, dear, and walk slowly and out of the sun, won't you?" 

"I will, mom." 

The moment Helen had left the room, Bounder walked over to place himself 
before Pearl, his huge head finding a resting place in her lap. The move 
surprised the stunning, wrought-up woman, pleased her too, for the dog had 
shown her no such affection in his three days with them. She began to pet 
him. My, he was a big, lovable creature... she could see why Mrs. Simpson 
was so reluctant to part with her pet. 

Suddenly, Pearl was aware of something strange happening with Bounder. His 
interest in her seemed something beyond pet affection. She felt a twinge of 
embarrassment when she realized the massive fellow was trying to poke his 
nose up in under her shift. Squirming and catching hold of the huge head, 
she tried to redirect the dog's attentions, but his determination was more 
profound than hers. She felt the cool dampness of his nose brush against her 
sensitive inner thigh and a tiny tingle of excitement rippled through her. 

For a second the perplexed woman was about to call out to her daughter to 
come and get this dog out of the bedroom. But she couldn't call. She was so 
confused, yet uncertain exactly why. She looked down at the avid-eyed animal 
seated before her, unable to explain the sensual excitement he had stirred 
up inside her. 

"Just what are you trying to do to me, boy? You're acting just like Gordon 
when he wants to fuck," she said, then patted his head and grinned wickedly. 

CHAPTER THREE 

"Pearl? Pearl, darling? Where are you?" 

The inquiring male voice grew louder and Bounder growled at it. Rutting 
excitement pulsed hotly through his husky canine body as he once again 
sensed intervention. The pleasant smelling warmth of the woman's hand 
brushing over his head mingled with the other racy aromas she had begun to 
exude had readily triggered his memory bank. He whimpered up at her, then 
growled at the calling voice again. 

"Shush, Bounder, that's Gordon," Pearl commanded softly. She still sat on 
the bed's edge holding the lewdly curious head of the sleek German shepherd. 
"I'm in here, darling." 

The door opened and her husband's handsome face leaned in. The post office 
just called and they have a special delivery package for me. If I don't pick 
it up I won't get it until tomorrow. It's from Pittsburgh and it might be 
urgent so I better go and get it." 

"Okay Gordon, I'll see you later," the captivating dark-eyed woman said, 
attempting to appear calm despite the befuddling waves of growing desire 
surging up within her. She smiled, petting the powerful animal which was 
eyeing the intruder with faintly menacing growls rumbling in his broad 
chest. 

"God, he's huge," Gordon said glancing at Bounder. 

"Yes and handsome," Pearl said, raising the animal's perfectly formed head 
to look into his deep brown canine eyes, something there sending tingly 
thrills chasing up her spine. 

"All right, lion, I'll be back in about an hour. Have a nap or something... 
bye." 

The door closed before Pearl realized he was gone. She was pleased, the 
absolute privacy intriguing her. The entire house was empty now. She had 
heard Helen's door shut so she must have decided to take that walk. 
Something akin to clandestine sensations were already fluttering deep within 
the intimate depths of her yearning body. She felt the tiny sparks flitting 
about in her abdomen, adding to the simmering heat Gordon had left 
smoldering hours before. She removed her hands from the eager furry head, 
watching, wondering, feeling suddenly very wanton. 

It was such an incredibly lurid notion, the voluptuously curved wife thought 
in giddy apprehension. And Bounder hardly hesitated. His dark nose dropped, 
a whine escaping him as she saw and felt the investigating head nudge 
beneath the hem of her dress and probe forward. Her breath caught, and she 
opened her now trembling legs wider, slowly at first but then more quickly 
as the cool wetness grazed her soft inner thigh's impulsive flesh. 

It was quite sluttish, Pearl reasoned excitedly with a quickening of breath, 
spreading her tremoring thighs even farther apart and tugging up the dress 
to allow her to see the salacious spectacle. The probing nose pressed closer 
until it was sniffing and brushing lightly against the dampening strip of 
her sheer white panties snugly covering the mound of her quivering 
pussy-lips. He snuffed and clung there, his erect ears twitching in the 
manner of antennae, the providing tickle of his furry face like a man's soft 
beard teasing the delicate flesh of her firm thighs. 

It would be nice if Gordon had a beard... but then, he never seemed to have 
time... 

"Bounder, you naughty dog... my god... what are you up to?" Pearl whispered 
as she felt and saw his long thick tongue lap out wetly to lick up over the 
narrow swollen crotch band of nylon hiding her warmly throbbing vaginal 
lips. The intensive contact couldn't have been more electrifying, and the 
sensually distraught woman felt her entire body convulsing in an erotic 
shudder. 

"Uuuuuuunnnnnngggggghhh... oh Bounder... oh wait a minute," she exclaimed 
under her breath, pushing him back so that she could stand and strip 
quickly. 

Bounder wasn't pleased at being forced away, and he let her know it with 
eager snuffling sounds. She talked to him, uttering reassuring words born of 
sensuous arousal, meant to appease him only for a moment. She was going to 
bathe anyway, wasn't she? One didn't sit in the bathtub with one's clothes 
on. Even Gordon would understand that, should he pop back. "Just a moment, 
my beautiful big doggy." 

God, her rapidly rising and falling breasts felt suddenly as if they were 
about to burst. She glanced at their creamy nakedness in the dresser mirror, 
rounded and swollen to firm points, their dark nipples like wine-colored 
cherries in their distended hardness. She rolled her flimsy panties down 
over the sweeping flare of her hips, feeling the soft nylon clinging to her 
saucily jutting buttocks while she watched the exciting revelation of raven 
curls shadowing her flushed loins. The white fullness of her smooth upper 
thighs hid in part the enticing spot between her legs, and she spread them 
now with hedonistic fervor. Pearl felt the growing intensive heat centered 
there, and she gasped when the erotic pink split pouted into full exposure. 

Bounder gave an impatient whine. The aroused wife of the steel executive 
turned to face him, feeling such a forbidden desire that she dared not allow 
herself to realize what she was about to do. But it was partially that very 
forbiddenness that was egging her on now. No, she did not want to think, to 
imagine what she was doing or about to do... and she would not! Anything 
unpremeditated seemed all right... at least, at this moment. 

An excited giggle escaped her as she dashed for the bed, tossing her nakedly 
inciting curves onto the bedspread so that she was lying on her back with 
knees raised and legs spread open in lewd display the way she always liked 
to do for her husband. She started to call out to Bounder, but that wasn't 
necessary. 

The massive animal was up onto the bed beside her almost before she had 
assumed her lurid position, moving with fixed purpose between the long 
shapely legs she held open for him. 

From her helpless angle his overwhelming hugeness was unexpectedly awesome. 
Misgivings were born, expanding rapidly with defenseless overtones through 
her vulnerable nakedness when his immense head forced her soft wavering 
thighs farther apart. 

Pearl found herself unable to think. The throaty noises coming from the dog 
were bestial and like nothing she had ever heard, but her own moans of 
desire were just animal-like. She was tensely frightened, yet far too 
worked-up at this point to consider stopping him, even if it were 
possible... and of that she had her doubts. 

Bounder was poised right up between her bawdily gaping thighs, and she saw 
his head drop without sniffing preliminaries... only the brief whisk of cool 
nose announcing the long wet tongue. As if she were facing into a gale wind, 
her breath was whipped away when she felt the hotly wet thickness of his 
tongue sweep upward from the smooth base of her deeply clefted buttocks over 
her blood-flushed pussy lips. 

"Ooooooooooooohhh... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... god," the curvaceously naked 
wife moaned, a reflexive lurch digging her tensed buttocks down into the 
bed. 

Bounder rumbled in his throat, thrusting forward, his long nose burrowing in 
and his big shoulders pushing at her smooth inner thighs. The exotic odor 
and flavor of her human female heat fiercely whetted his instincts. He 
probed for more. 

Pearl gasped out, her head swimming wildly. The cool animal nose was poking 
now between the fleshy moons of her ass-cheeks. She felt his wet tongue 
brush the sensitive circle of her tightly clenched little anus and gasped 
out once more. The German shepherd's hotly fluid tongue began to lick up and 
down through her exposed nether crevice, centering obscenely on the tiny 
puckered opening. 

Pearl's own hissing moans reaching her ears sounded impassionedly foreign. 
She jerked her head up from the bed, straining to see down between the 
rose-capped mounds heaving on her chest. Bounder's seething tongue began to 
inch wetly toward her desire-moistened cunt's feverishly throbbing split. 
Her quivering thighs opened wider as she gaped, and her soft loins thrust 
lustfully upward at the searing tongue-length. 

Oh, what ungodly mad sensations! She couldn't stop gasping... the feel and 
sight of his burning dog tongue suddenly spreading through her pussy's raw 
pink flesh, splaying wide and luxuriant outer folds, sending fiery impulses 
racing up into her tremoring belly's erotic depths. And he didn't stop! That 
was the insane delight of it! He was lapping her shamelessly aroused pussy 
to death, bringing to the tortured woman an unknown forbidden pleasure she'd 
never dreamed of. 

Abruptly, the curling tongue lunged with an invading cruelty right up into 
her hotly throbbing vagina's simmering sheath I "Ooooooohhh... my god... 
oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Pearl gasped, her naked curves convulsing as she 
dropped back flat onto her back. Her writhings were uncontrollable, her 
soft, opened loins humping and squirming in a wanton eagerness up at the 
long, spiralling tongue orally fucking with twisting curls up into her hot 
passage's frantically clasping walls. She drew up her legs, pinning her 
knees back to her breasts. Again, she jerked her head upright to watch, her 
eyes burning salaciously at the spectacle. The dark mossy valley up between 
her firm thighs and taut, widespread buttocks was now a steamy little marsh, 
and the flushed crevice wetly splitting it quivered with ecstatic delight at 
every titillating wiggle of that long, sinuous tongue. 

Her moans and lewd body gyrations increased beneath the massive German 
shepherd's incessant licking. Bounder, too, whined as his ravishing tongue 
bathed her soft squirming loins hungrily. Sometimes, he went back to the 
little stretched ring of her nether-hole, then swept up through the poignant 
liquid flesh to flick at the tiny erect bud his tongue found hard and 
quivering at his touch. She groaned louder each time, the soft 
voluptuousness of her naked body quaking with explosive fits of delirium. 

The animal was reveling in the exotic odor and taste of her human female 
passion; yet at the same time, he suffered with the heat of fired blood 
pounding savagely through them. Momentarily, he stopped to look up at the 
slackened face of the woman, and she groaned... her eyes widening as if in 
sudden pain. 

"Bounder... good god... don't stop now... pleeeeez!" Pearl implored, her 
luridly positioned body writhing up at him in perspiring nakedness. She 
reached down, grasping his head to haul the opened animal mouth back to the 
lubricious split in her loins. And then she saw it! 

Only a glimpse from the comer of her eye, for he lowered his massive crown 
and began to whimper, while his ravaging tongue snaked out at her inflamed 
cuntal flesh with a new ferocity. Moaning, she wrenched her head to one side 
until she could see it again. 

His cock! 

Astounded, Pearl gaped at the phenomenon of its glistening hard reality. It 
hung out from a long furry sheath, wet and thick, like some obscene scarlet 
length of rubber hose. The dripping, tapered end dangled and swayed as it 
continued to slip from the protective sleeve in an ever-growing length of 
expanding, fiery-red hardness. It was as big, maybe bigger than Gordon's. 

She had never noticed any animal's penis before. It seemed that it should be 
the most vulgarly obscene sight she had ever witnessed. But it wasn't... 
because it was Bounder's, she reasoned, panting heavily now. And loving her 
this way excited the dog as it would any man. Heavens, what a licentiously 
captivating thought. She continued to stare in lustful fascination at his 
enormously stiffened penis as well as the hugeness of his swaying testicles. 
Then his powerful flanks began to hump in rhythmical thrusting motions while 
his incessant tongue seared her libidinous cuntal flesh. 

Pearl watched, mesmerized. The long, thick shaft of hardened raw flesh 
was... was fucking the air! She thought of a shimmering varnished rocket 
jerking through space... and almost simultaneously, she thought of the 
delirious passion sweeping like an inferno through her eager body as she 
jerked the pillow from beneath her head. 

The erotically fired wife grabbed her husband's pillow too, mumbling at 
Bounder as she lifted her hips to stack them beneath her naked buttocks so 
that when she drew her legs up and back again, her spread ass-cheeks were 
raised high and she was resting on her shoulders and almost on top of her 
head. 

Her dark eyes sparkled with the forbiddenness of her intentions. Her frothy 
brain swirled in abandoned desire. The vibrant feel of her swollen breasts, 
crushed beneath drawn back thighs, added to the wanton heat bubbling in her 
luridly upthrust pussy. She gaped up from her tilted angle through the 
spread-open white valley her naked curves made, staring at her befuddled 
animal lover. The huge thickness of his drippingly hard cock with his 
bloated canine balls dangling like small hairy coconuts behind was branded 
into the insane gray matter that was once her logical brain. 

"Bounder... oh baby... come here," she hissed at him, holding out awkwardly 
beckoning arms. "Crawl up, pet... we can make it... let's try... that's 
it... come on... right up over Pearl... oooooohhh... let me help you, big 
boy... a little higher... higher so Pearl can reach your big cock... 
oooooohhh... Bounder... it's soooooo... big... it's fucking huge!" 

Pearl had his pulsing hardness in her hand! The enormous rod felt like a 
tapered hot water hose but thicker-hard and spongy in its rampant slickness. 
He began to fuck urgently into her gripping fingers. The massive brute drew 
back his lips, snarling with bared fangs down at the lovely brunette woman. 
His savage teeth glistened viciously not six inches above her soft 
vulnerable throat. Another time she might have fainted; now she drew the 
beveled, jerking tip of his animal-penis up to her waiting pussy's hotly 
seething wetness, finally placing it at the quivering opening. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh... ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh! " exploded from the 
soft lips as the immensely hardened cock burst from her grasp and shot up 
her wincing vagina like a greased arrow fired from a crossbow. 

The dog's penetration was awesome, momentarily paralyzing. Pearl felt the 
huge penis plow open her passion-dilated cunt with a painfully stretching 
impact, its hard pointed tip rammed with fury into her tiny cervix to stab 
up into her tensed, yielding belly. She recoiled with the shock and the 
momentary pain, but Bounder relentlessly continued with his mercilessly 
hammering thrusts as he fucked into her like the wild, passion-driven animal 
he was. 

Instinctively, from the second Bounder felt her hotly clutching pussy-flesh 
nibbling at his throbbing rod, his movements were reflexively bestial. He 
fucked forward, sinking his pulsing length of blood-swollen hardness up into 
the tight little hole the gasping naked woman was waving in invitation up at 
him. He squatted down on his hind legs to bury his yearning animal cock all 
the way up into the heated depths her human loins made available. He felt 
his sperm-laden testicles slap hard up into the wide-split crevice between 
her tautened buttocks. 

Pearl groaned as if she had been gored, but the excited dog paid no heed as 
he set off on a rapid-fire pace of fucking. 

In something akin to desperation, the obscenely positioned young wife 
struggled to accept the skewering dog-cock filling her expanded 
pussy-channel to capacity, its slippery hardness digging up into her 
sensually hidden flesh and nerve endings, excavating new regions of desire. 
She choked and whimpered beneath the massive animal's battering body, her 
sex-crazed brain a maze of blind passion. The intimate core of her was a 
delicious lust-roaring pit of fire that threatened to consume them both. 

Pearl watched with shameless absorption from her nearly upside down position 
as the rigid scarlet cock slithered with breathtaking strokes in and out of 
her incredibly stuffed cunt. He was fucking her like some dynamo-propelled 
battering ram, bursting up into her heated womb to the very hilt. His 
cum-bloated balls beat down heavily against her erogenous little anal 
opening with rhythmic titillation. 

The voluptuous woman's neck, bent and supporting the weight of her upraised 
body against the animal's hammering thrusts began to ache, and her chin was 
pressed down against her chest, the softly resilient mounds of her full 
breasts and her knees brushing her cheeks making breathing difficult, but it 
hardly mattered. Her brain swam in the blinding pool of the forbidden 
animalism. She tried to watch the long glistening length of his cone-shaped 
dog-cock pistoning savagely up into her seething cuntal passage. 

Pearl kicked out her legs with a squeal and wrapped them tightly around the 
furry muscles of Bounder's strong back. He whimpered as she began to lever 
her wetly clasping cunt rhythmically up onto his rampaging cock with wild 
grinding motions, meeting his fierce strokes in ecstatic abandon. Mindless 
sensuality drenched her perspiration-filmed nakedness as she pumped her 
wildly gyrating hips upward, and his ever-thickening cock dug deeper and 
deeper with pleasurable stabs up into her hungrily fluttering belly. 

Obscene slapping sounds of animal flesh thudding moistly against and into 
the soft human flesh filled the bedroom. The huge brute never altered nor 
faltered in his powerful fucking pace. Furiously, the dog's belly and loins 
pummeled the moaning wife's tautened, widespread ass-cheeks, his hardened 
feral cock a relentless pole of impaling joy sinking to its entirety up into 
her feverishly clasping vagina. Glorious shudders flashed through pearl's 
impassioned body with delicious promise. A new burst of cries gurgled from 
her lips, and she rotated her hips and buttocks with increased frenzy, 
grinding the ravenously sucking walls of her inflamed cunt around his thick 
piercing cock. The sensation of a billion tiny needles prickled at her 
feverish flesh. An exquisite gnawing began at the base of her madly 
enraptured belly. She gasped out incessantly to the jagged edges of sensual 
intoxication that her mounting climax was bringing. 

Pearl's dark eyes widened blankly in unbridled lust as she strained beneath 
the panting German shepherd's long, glistening organ vanishing into the 
pinkly flushed hole up between her gaping thighs and upturned naked 
ass-cheeks. She saw her raw cuntal flesh clinging possessively to the 
scarlet beast-cock when it jerked out of her, only to disappear again when 
it was pounded back up into her belly with hammering force. And with every 
body-jarring thrust the dog made into her aroused vaginal passage, she saw 
and felt her swollen breasts dancing in rippling cadence on her chest, 
tempoed to the unmatchable fucking he was giving her. 

"My god... Bounder... darling... you're incredible... oh yes... fuck me... 
fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Pearl gaspingly begged, pulling his big head down 
so that she could smother his panting furry face with hot, moist kisses. 

Bounder's instinctive rut drove him on with a savage desire. This wild 
fucking far surpassed that to which he was used with his fat old mistress. 
His great heart felt as if it would burst inside him with the hot sensation 
of the naked female beneath him while her smooth legs were wound tightly up 
over his straining back. Then her arms came up around his neck, and she 
whined in low sibilant tones as her soft lips began to kiss her face, and 
she thrust the moist steaming hole between her legs up onto his achingly 
hard penis. Involuntary whimpers rose again and again in his throat as her 
burning female passage clung tightly to his throbbing shaft, urging him on 
like a sweeping forest of flames toward that point of primordial release. 

"You're driving me crazeeeeeeee... It's wonderful... oh Bounder... 
Bounder... Bounder!" the voluptuous woman moaned up at him. And then he 
worked his nose downward and suddenly began to lick the distended buds of 
her nipples until she thought the swollen little peaks would explode. 

"Oooooooohhhhhh uuuuuunnnnnnggghhhhhhh," she gasped. And as he fucked, he 
licked the scalding splay of his long lapping tongue bathing over, under, 
and between the palpitating white mounds, ever-quivering from the jolt of 
his brute hammering cock fucking so fiercely up into her pussy's clasping 
hole. 

And then she was there! Her eyes rolled back in her head. There she was at 
that plateau of ultimate joy she had always craved! This was the pinnacle! 

Bounder sensed it and raised his head, drawing his tongue across her 
hard-nippled breasts as she cried out, "Now Bounder... now... Pearl's going 
to cccuuummmmmmmmm! " The first wave of her shattering climax struck, and 
with her gasping moan, Pearl thrust her nakedly convulsing cunt up hard onto 
his thick expanding cock in one desperate lunge. Bounder responded with a 
powerful forward charge, his huge spearing cock jerking frantically up into 
the furthest depths of her burning cunt. He growled with a terrible ferocity 
at the precise second she felt him begin to spew his hot, scalding dog's cum 
in long splashing squirts up into the secret recesses of her frantically 
constricting belly. 

"Ooooooohhh... Jesus... I'm... oooooohhhhhh... yes... yes... I'm... 
ccccccccccccuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggg!" Pearl gurgled almost 
incoherently, her smooth white buttocks spasming uncontrollably as the 
forbidden animal ejaculation filled her tremoring belly to nearly the 
bursting point. 

Her head flailed from side to side with the incredible sensations of her 
erotic release, and she could feel the lewd combination of their 
human-animal cum trickling warmly from her tightly clasped cunt lips to flow 
down the soft insides of her wearily trembling buttocks. Still, her hotly 
throbbing cunt clenched and milked the last droplets of his lust from 
Bounder's slowly deflating cock. 

Pearl groaned in a low tone then, letting her legs fall limply out onto the 
bed on either side of his massive flanks, a long sight of erotic relief 
escaping her as she felt his limp penis finally slip from her wetly flooded 
cuntal mouth with a soft, fluid sucking sound. 

Good god! No wonder Mrs. Sampson was reluctant to leave you here! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Helen was still very shaken from her sexual encounter with Bounder that 
morning. If only he hadn't been interrupted he could have taken me over the 
wall, she thought. That damned Brian really makes me mad. Why doesn't he at 
least have the decency to knock on the door? Oh, my head is splitting. I'm 
going to walk down and get an ice cream cone at the concession and then go 
and lie out by our pool. I don't want any company this afternoon. 

The lovely blonde teenager walked down the lane from the estate and stopped 
at the little Village Grocery to buy her ice cream. 

She was just going around to the cooler when she recognized Mrs. Parr, 
Brian's mother from her bright red hair and the way she wore it swept into a 
bun at the nape of her long neck. The style looked very attractive on the 
tall redhead, the teenager thought, admiring the svelte woman's tall curvy 
shape in slacks and a striped shirt tied around her waist. 

"Hello, Mrs. Parr." 

The fresh complexioned face glanced around, then broke into a warm, 
green-eyed smile upon recognition. "Helen dear, how are you? I didn't see 
you there." 

"Fine thank you. Your hair looks very nice tied back like that." 

"Why thank you, Helen' It's nice of you to say so," Mandy Parr said, 
obviously pleased. Her eyes swept over the younger girl in keen appraisal. 
It was easy to see why her son Brian was spending so much time with the 
people next door. "And you look fresh and lovely... but then you always do. 
Are you buying groceries?" 

"No, mom did it this morning. I'm just getting an ice cream to take back to 
the pool." 

"How is your mother... and Gordon... I only got to see her briefly... she 
seems like a lovely woman... Dick and I would certainly like to get to know 
her better." 

When Mandy said that she would like to know the West's better, she wasn't 
kidding. Her and her husband Dick had been champing at the bit to get 
together with the almost newly married couple ever since they had met her 
that first day. The problem was how. The West's didn't seem to be doing much 
entertaining and Mandy and Dick were rather reluctant to break in on what 
they assumed was their honeymoon. Mandy had always had the hots for Gordon 
West but her and Dick had a rule with their swapping. They only fucked 
around with couples. Somehow both of them were not willing to get involved 
with single people but now that Gordon was married things would be 
different. Dick had practically cum in his pants looking at the new Mrs. 
West. If they could arrange, it, Mandy was sure they would have a 
fan-fucking-tastic time. She decided to feel out the West's daughter to make 
sure that the couple weren't accepting any other invitations and to see if 
they would be open to an evening of fun and games at the Parr's. 

There was no question that this lovely child would be invited as well. Brian 
would probably murder both his parents if he found out that she wasn't. Her 
son seemed to be more enamored of this blonde princess than any other girl 
he had ever dated. Mandy hoped for his sake that the feeling was mutual. 

"Oh, they're both fine," Helen said absently, "Gordon's working a lot." 

"What a shame... and on his vacation, too... " Mandy said with concern in 
her voice, "Tell me have they been taking in the local restaurants around 
Mantauk... or going to lots of parties?" 

"Since we've been here we haven't been anywhere... I think that will change 
soon though." 

"Oh really? You've started receiving some invitations then?" Mandy inquired. 

"No, not really... but my mom is not the type to sit in the house 
indefinitely. I think she wants to meet some of the people around here." 

"Well, we'd love to have you all over for dinner. Perhaps I'll give her a 
call in the next couple of days." 

"That's nice of you, Mrs. Parr. I'm sure she'd like that." 

"Fine Helen. I'll be seeing you soon." 

"Bye, Mrs. Parr." 

Helen paid for her ice cream and promptly forgot about talking to Mrs. Parr 
and let her mind slip back to the eager little palpitations her body was 
still feeling from Bounder's caresses. If only Brian had stayed away just a 
few moments longer, she knew she would have... it'd been that close. What a 
miserable vexation it was when you wanted to, just felt that you had to and 
couldn't for whatever reason. Brian had been her reason, damn him, again... 
oh, she supposed she could have finished it, but it wouldn't have been 
anywhere near as dynamic as Bounder's... 

"Hello, miss." 

The voice came from a slow moving black car, male and somewhat familiar. It 
gave the teenager a start, and she looked out of the corner of her eye 
without moving her head, quickening her pace back towards her house. But 
then she recognized the pudgy red-faced man with the rumpled suit and slowed 
down. 

"Oh, you gave me a fright," Helen said, her hand moving upward toward her 
throat. She forced a smile, but he didn't return it. "Did you give Gordon my 
business card?" 

"Uh... oh yes," the young teenaged blonde lied. 

"He hasn't called me," the fat man said in an accusatory fashion his eyes 
moving up from her breasts to narrow onto her face. 

"Well, he's been pretty busy, I'm sure he'll get around to it." 

"Is your step-father there now?'. 

"I couldn't say off hand," she said teasingly. 

"Why not?" he questioned, leaning closer to the opened window, his eyes 
darting back and forth across her youthful face. 

"Because... I'm not home right now," she answered in a childishly sarcastic 
tone. 

The big man gaped at her. He was turning very red. She might have overdone 
it. She hoped he wouldn't tell her mother how rude she'd been. But who did 
this slob think he was bothering her all this time? She was almost sure that 
Gordon had no intention of selling the house. 

"I'll stop by one night," he said, his lips trembling slightly. "That way 
I'll be sure to catch them home. You might tell them that... if you can 
remember." 

Helen looked impish. "I never forget to tell them the important things.'. 

There was a faint purplish cast to his complexion. Very suddenly, he started 
the automobile engine, making it race as if his foot had jammed down and 
stuck on the accelerator. He nodded curly and started off just as she 
called. 

"I won't forget this time, Mr. Sandbags.'. 

He grunted, grated gears and sped off. Helen had to bite her lip to keep 
from bursting right out into laughter as she walked on. The fourteen year 
old although mature of face and ripe of figure still couldn't quell the 
childish instincts to taunt her elders every once in awhile. People like 
that puffy fat man were the perfect target. She relaxed. Helen knew that old 
fatso wouldn't tell her parents about her. He'd be too embarrassed to tell 
them what she had called him. 

The Parr's lived on the next estate over from the West's. Mandy wasn't even 
quite sure what the company her husband controlled manufactured. She thought 
it was something to do with valves for plumbing. Anyway, whatever the 
company made it was too boring to spend much time thinking about. Actually, 
her husband felt much the same as she did. His grandfather had started the 
company and except for sitting in at once monthly board meetings, Dick left 
the running of the firm to others. He preferred to play golf or spend time 
in the Bahamas with his beautiful wife. Although the couple were rather 
bored with each other after eighteen years of marriage both were attractive 
enough to draw other couples into sexual arrangements that proved 
satisfactory to both parties and held their marriage together. 

Brian, their son, had been conceived on their wedding night and nurses had 
brought up the youngster. As a result, the boy was left pretty much to his 
own devices and therefore was spoiled rotten. Whatever Brian boy wanted, he 
got. His parents would rather buy him what he wanted than have to spend time 
with him. He was unaccustomed to not having his way. That was probably why 
he wanted the beautiful teenager next door. He knew she wanted it too but 
how to knock out all that silly crap about remaining a virgin seemed an 
impossible task. 

As Mandy burst excitedly into the house, she saw Dick sitting in a chair 
leafing through photographs they had taken with a young black couple they 
had swapped with. 

The rugged-faced young man with wavy dark hair, an air of smooth 
self-composure and hidden debonair conceit, smiled up at his wide-eyed 
red-haired wife. 

"Slow down baby. Your hair's on fire." 

"Very funny, Dick. I've got some good news." 

"Oh yeah. What's up?" 

"I just saw Helen down at the grocery store and asked her about the West's 
social commitments. It seems they don't have any. Don't you think that that 
leaves the door open for us to make our move?" 

"Well, not necessarily, honey. After all, they're practically newlyweds. 
Maybe they're not into it, right now." he said in his usual negative 
fashion. 

"Oh, Dick, for Christ's sake, you're such a lazy bastard I can't believe it. 
We can try can't we. I'm going to call Pearl and invite the whole family 
over for dinner some night. We can feel them out that way." 

"Okay with me." 

"Sure. It's okay with you if I do all the work. Sometimes you really make me 
sick. You act like I'm your pimp or something." 

"But, baby... you're so good at it." 

Mandy Parr stomped out of the room before she threw something at him. He was 
so goddamned infuriating. She was going to go upstairs and have a drink and 
calm down. It would be better if her energy was channeled into a 
long-awaited fuck with Gordon West. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Helen arrived back at the house and just walked around it to the pool to 
finish her ice cream. She wished she had something that would help take her 
mind off the sensuous provocation that a very ungentlemanly dog named 
Bounder had left with her. Spotty would never have done that; Spotty would 
have finished the job, even if the Matron set his fur on fire. 

There was a constantly tingling irritation up there between her legs, and it 
seemed to penetrate right up into the base of her now-and-then quivering 
belly. And every few minutes, depending on her train of thought, she would 
suddenly be so wet and throbbing there. She couldn't help but blush at her 
sensual excitement, though she was quite aware from her sex studies that it 
was a normal enough reaction and nothing to be ashamed of. Still she could 
never remember being this horny in all her fourteen years. 

If possible she was going to try and go to sleep in the sun, the vivacious 
blonde girl thought as she sat down on the edge of a chaise lounge, but it 
was impossible to keep her mind from that huge German shepherd long enough. 
She did come up with a mental project though to occupy her thoughts for a 
few minutes: how could she tell her mother she wanted Bounder to sleep in 
her room tonight instead of putting the big animal outside? 

If only she could keep him without him looking suspicious, Helen knew that 
the big handsome brute would do it all the way for her, and this time 
without any interruptions. Oh, just the thought was enough to send the 
tremors rippling through her again, and already the little nylon strip of 
her panties was soaked with her slippery warm moisture. 

Helen's hand seemed to automatically smooth downward over her young full 
breasts and ribs toward her flat tummy, pressuring gently as it descended 
toward the erogenous little mound the folds of her shorts were molded to. 
But the slender childish hand never quite reached its destination; she heard 
whistling around the side of the house. 

"Hey baby. What's happening?" 

"Oh Brian. It's you," she said annoyed that he was back to bother her. She 
really wanted to be alone this afternoon. "What do you want?" 

"You," he said, lunging and wrapping his arms around her to draw her tightly 
against him. She was lifted right out of her seat. Her breasts flattened 
against his chest, and outside of a little squeal she made no big effort to 
struggle. Instead, the promiscuous fourteen year old girl's hands clung to 
his shoulders and she let herself be kissed, opening her lips just a tiny 
bit. 

He held her determinedly, his mouth glued to hers, the tip of his wetly 
heated tongue worming between their lips against the barrier of her even 
white teeth. Suddenly, one of his hands smoothed down over the tautly 
jutting mounds of her buttocks to caress and gently squeeze their spongy 
softness while he held her in his other encircled arm. A series of frantic 
tingles raced through her like alternating currents of sensuous electricity. 
She wanted him to stop... but not really. 

The boy lowered her to the patio with his arm still around her, his hand 
slipping up along the quivering flesh of her back beneath the loose blouse. 
Helen broke their kiss. 

"What do you really want, Brian?" 

"I told you what I want, baby," he said, kissing the tip of her nose. 

The tingles increased. Helen sensed that she was suddenly as moist beneath 
her arms as she was wet between her legs. Even her eyelids felt hot and 
damp. "Come off it. You know I'm a virgin." 

"So you keep telling me," he whispered working his eager hand around to cup 
one of her firmly jutting breasts, unfettered by brassiere, covered thinly 
by the sheer cloth of her summer blouse. He kissed her again and she let his 
warmly squirming tongue slip into her half-open mouth, and then she began to 
brush over the intruding tongue with her own the way she used to do with 
Randolph at school... and that seemed so long, long ago. 

Abruptly, he broke their kiss and stepped back several inches, his exploring 
hand dropping to the exposed flesh of her slender waist. 

"Jesus, are your parents around. I don't want to get caught with you, 
jail-bait," he said. 

"I don't know," Helen breathed up at him. Her hands were still on his broad 
young shoulders. She wished he hadn't stopped. 

Brian laughed. "You know something, Helen... you're a professional virgin." 
He folded her into his arms again and kissed her, feeling her strong young 
arms going up around his neck. His husky young penis, lusting from the 
moment he'd swept her up into his arms, gave a lurch and blossomed into its 
fully rigid hardness. She must feel it throbbing against her belly, he 
reasoned. 

Helen did; as she clung to him, she felt his pulsating cock pressing and 
jerking against the soft quaking flesh of her stomach as if it were a hard 
fiery entity all its own. She well knew what being hot was, but she'd never 
felt quite like this... not to the point where she would have lain down 
willingly and spread her legs wide open for his demanding penetration! She 
would now, though, if they dared. Right out in the summer sunshine on the 
patio! 

"Brian... I'm a virgin... I'm a virgin." 

"Jesus Christ, I think those words are permanently etched on my brain. You 
don't have to tell me again." Once more, he took several backward steps, 
this time withdrawing both his hands. His dark eyes had narrowed, almost 
with disgust. He said, "Well, I don't have time to play in the kiddie league 
any longer... I'm going to split... see you around the sand pile, baby." 

"Brian," Helen said, blue eyes saucering anxiously. "You mad?" 

"No... just bored," he replied with a grin. "I'm going downtown to check 
stock... you can hang around here and cultivate your cherry if you want." 

And he was gone! 

For a long time, Helen stood there beside the lounge staring at the corner 
of the house. She refused to think, merely stood there staring. She wanted 
to cry. She was so terribly aroused. The wildly sensual feel of Brian's 
pulsing rock-hard penis was branded into the soft flesh of her stomach and 
abdomen. He was right. She was a fool for hanging onto her virginity when 
her body was screaming for release. 

Thinking that maybe she could release some of her pent-up anxiety with a 
swim, Helen ran toward the changing hut to get her bathing suit on. 

She opened the door and threw herself up against the cool wall and stood 
there for a few moments breathing deeply, and then slinking around the pool 
she saw Bounder. He was ambling along at the other side of the pool by the 
lawn furniture. 

"Bounder! You come here! Bounder... come on... come to Helen!" 

Even as she watched the huge animal's approach, the wildly aroused teenager 
knew what she was going to do. 

"Come on, baby... come to Helen." 

She reached around the running animal and slammed the door shut and leaned 
down to kiss the head of the open mouthed, big German shepherd. She hugged 
him and he wagged his tail, beginning immediately to smell over her. Damn, 
she didn't mind; that's what she wanted. He had to do it this time! 

She backed into the large changing area and pulled down her shorts, rolling 
her tiny white panties down too and off her rounded hips and buttocks. 

"Come to me, honey... oh come and lick me... baby I'm dying," she whispered 
huskily. 

The big animal obeyed, watching as the blonde teenage girl hung her tiny 
panties on one of the clothes hooks. Only a thin streak of light shone in 
the changing hut where the West's stored all their bathing costumes and 
beach towels for their guests. Bounder saw her lean back against the wall. 
Her legs were spread so that the soft, light-haired place up between her 
full tanned thighs were exposed to him. His keen eyes saw the steamy wet 
slit there and a surge of ruttish blood pounded through his virile loins 
once again. 

Helen stood breathless, partially squatting when Bounder closed in. She 
heard him whimper as he lifted his nose and whiffed, the cool contact of it 
brushing against her sensitively intimate flesh making her bite at her lip 
to keep from squealing aloud. She was trembling from head to toe with 
excitement. 

"Oh Bounder... do it to me!" she goaded, gyrating her naked hips and 
buttocks in tiny circles to tease him. 

And then, she felt his tongue flick out to lick wetly upward over her 
desire-swollen pussy lips, and immediately she reached down with both hands 
to pull her pulsating vaginal furrow apart from either side so that the 
fiery inner-flesh was moistly splayed open to the lapping dog. The length of 
his searing tongue repeated its upward sweep, this time laving fluidly her 
sensitive flesh and a sigh of lewd delight escaped uncontrollably from the 
depths of her lust-parched throat. 

The nearly-in audible little sound reached the passing ears of Gordon West, 
but hardly registered the first time. He had decided to take a swim after 
returning from the post office and was walking around the patio to see if 
anyone else was out there. 

There it was again, a deep sigh... and what was that? Sounded like the whine 
of a dog... 

Gordon, in Bermuda shorts and a tennis shirt, cocked an ear as he eased 
quietly toward the changing hut. He must be hearing things. What would a dog 
be doing in there? The animalish whimper reached him once more as he 
approached the side of the building, and then heard distinctly a human moan. 
Undoubtedly, there was someone there. Maybe Bounder was trapped. 

Around the back was a small window with a curtain across it. The window was 
slightly open so Gordon pushed it the rest of the way outwards and then he 
heard: "Oh... oh... Bounder... lick me... lick my cunt... oh do it to me!" 

God, that sounded like Helen's voice. What the hell was going on? And then, 
his peeping eye saw her backed up against the wall, somewhat squatting in a 
most obscene position! 

From his side view and through the darkness within, Helen's stepfather 
couldn't be certain of what was taking place, but then he made out the 
massive form of a huge animal and the beast seemed to have her cornered! 
God, he would never have agreed to look after Mrs. Sampson's dog if he'd 
known he was that vicious. He could hear the deep growls now, mingling with 
the poor trapped girl's pitiful groans, and he could see that she must be 
frightened, cowered and slipping downward until she was sitting... no, 
actually lying on her back at bay with naked young legs spread helplessly 
open. 

Stunned Gordon realized that he must rescue his step-daughter from this 
vicious beast. God, he'd tell Mrs. Sampson a thing or two when she returned 
from New York. 

It was horrible! Not the trace of a garment covered her genital area... the 
filthy dog must have ripped them off! Its savage face was buried right up in 
the silky down of her tender young female crotch! 

The vicious sight might have staggered him even more, West realized, had he 
not been momentarily mesmerized by the curvy child's most intimate secrets 
being exhibited almost luridly before him. In all truth, the sensual 
revelation of her little glistening split amidst the blondish hair and the 
smaller pinkish hole just below... though he caught only several fleeting 
glimpses beyond the animal's bobbing head... held him in an hypnotic daze 
for many passing seconds. Her increasing gasps of paralyzed apprehensions 
snapped him to. There wasn't a second to lose. There was no telling when 
this wild dog would go for his step-daughter's throat. 

Even as he bounded around to the door of the hut, Gordon remembered that he 
had seen the attacking beast in Pearl's bedroom earlier. He hoped his wife 
was all right. The dog must be a wild and ferocious monster to ravaging 
attack a defenseless girl in such a lustful manner, he reasoned, jerking 
open the door to hear Helen say: "Yes... Bounder... that's it... that's my 
clit... oh lick it... " 

And the vile animal was! Any fool could see that, West concluded, as he 
stared at the animal's long dripping tongue slavering through the vulnerable 
pink flesh splitting his step-daughter's upthrust young loins. 

"Beat it, Bounder! Get the hell out of here!" Gordon ordered. He saw that 
neither the attacker nor its vivacious victim paid the slightest heed as the 
bright light of day flooded over them. His little step-daughter must be too 
choked with fear, and the brazen dog's ruttish lust was undoubtedly blinding 
it. 

"Oh god... oh yes... yes... yes!" West heard Helen's exclamation above the 
dog's fierce growls as he picked up a coat hanger. 

"Get out of here, Bounder, now!" he commanded. 

The German shepherd obeyed this time to the sharp order of the man's angry 
voice and like a flash the huge beast raced from the hut and disappeared. 
West dropped the hanger and looked down at the sobbing child who still lay 
in the same position so that her flawlessly curved legs were bent at the 
knees but she was still naked from the waist down. 

His step-daughter was crying profusely, tossing her head back and forth with 
her arms covering her face, but the swallowing young man couldn't raise his 
eyes above her lushly open thighs, and the erotic sight of her moistened 
little cunt just above the deep cleft of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks. She 
was in a state of shock, no question, which allowed for the shameless 
display of her delicate teenage loins. But he couldn't understand what was 
causing the palsied twitching of her rounded hips and the uncontrollable 
trembling of the creamy flesh of her inner things. 

Jesus! She's just like her mother... an enticing, sexy creature... just like 
her mother... only she's as fair as her mother is dark, he thought as he 
started to kneel beside her, but then he was forced to re-situate his 
lust-hardened penis inside his shorts first. The necessity flushed his 
cheeks. Get hold of yourself, West! She's your step-daughter and... she's 
only fourteen! 

While to Helen, lying on the floor just the way she had been discovered, 
there was nothing but certain death left for her. She couldn't even feel 
shame, her sensual desire and need had reached such a maddening point, but 
she knew that soon she would probably be sent to juvenile hall or worse! 

"Now, darling. Get hold of yourself. Bounder's gone. Everything will be all 
right," she heard him say as he took the child's arms and gently pried them 
from her face. 

Oh, what could she say? She couldn't open her eyes to look up at him. But 
she had to say something. "It... it all just... happened so fast... Dad... 
Gordon... I couldn't help myself... " 

"Of course not, my pet." His hand caressed her cheek several times, then she 
felt it on her bare arm, moving gently up and down. "Wait till I tell Mrs. 
Sampson how her dog caught you unawares." 

"No... he's really not vicious... he's... " Helen stopped short when she 
felt his hand on her legs... her thigh, beginning to smooth up and down 
exploringly as Brian had done over her buttocks when he'd kissed her, and it 
was adding fuel to the simmering flames still burning in her loins and 
belly. "He... he came and... and I... oh Gordon... 

"Now just calm down, dear, try and get a hold of yourself, it's all right... 
all rightt... " West managed throatily, from the corner of his eye, watching 
the movement of his own hand inching upward over her soft satiny thigh 
flesh. He was beside himself. The sight of his little step-daughter lying 
there the way she was, her tender little cunt all moist and glistening along 
the thin line splitting its tight fleshy lips. And the sprinkle of blonde 
pubic hair like silk sparsely covering it all, he had to touch it! God, his 
painfully throbbing cock had frozen into an undesired state of hardness. 
"Just lie right here and collect yourself, sweetheart... we... we'll keep 
the whole incident just between us, okay. We don't have to upset your mother 
by telling her." Helen swallowed tightly. She felt his strong masculine hand 
easing over to the inner-side of her thigh. She guessed that her eyes, were 
bugging from her head with the realization of what he was going to touch 
next . ., but she wanted him to. Her belly was a boiling furnace of 
excitement. 

"Oh... Dad... oh... Gordon!" she gasped, reaching to clutch his other arm 
when his fingers brushed over her pussy lips and his extended middle finger 
wormed easily right into the wetly burning crevice to begin twitching her 
hardened little clitoris. 

"No one has to know, Helen, now do they? It'll be our little secret what the 
brute dog was trying to do to you," West hoarsely whispered. "He... was 
licking you right here... wasn't he... right here where my finger is?" 

"Uh... ooohhh... yes... yes, but he wasn't... ooohhh... aaaaaahhh... " 

"It will be our own special secret, baby girl... we won't tell a soul!" the 
young step-father exclaimed under his breath, the feel of her young hot 
loins so tight and soft beneath his playing fingers making his rigid cock 
jerk into an impatient virility that surprised him. 

His eyes burned. He wanted to watch what he was doing, but instead he looked 
toward her lovely, open-mouthed face and listened to the quickened breaths 
escaping her wetly parted lips. She began to squirm in a most erotic manner 
beneath his playing fingers, rotating her curved tanned hips and lifting her 
naked young buttocks almost hungrily up toward them. Good Christ! The sweet 
child was enjoying it. The big German shepherd must have worked her right up 
to a bursting point. It was practically his fatherly duty to put her out of 
her misery! 

"Ooooooohhh... oooooohhhhhh... Gordon... 

"Does it feel good, Helen darling?" 

"Oh... yes... yes... yes... " 

"The dog... he was licking you with his tongue... wasn't he, angel?" 

"Yessssssssssss." 

"Would you like me to do that for you with my cock... do you want your cunt 
filled with my cock?" West heard his voice crack dryly as he uttered the 
obscene suggestion to his step-child. 

"But Gordon... I'm still a virgin... I really am." 

Of course, she was only fourteen years old! What could he be thinking of? 
But there was no way he could leave her now. She was such a delicious child, 
and his fingers were playing right up in the hot liquid flesh of her sweet 
teenage cunt. It was absolutely devastating. His imprisoned penis felt like 
a rocked about to burst from its launching pad! 

"Baby... have you ever tried any other way... than in your cunt... I mean?" 

"Why Gordon... I... I don't know what you mean... " Helen gasped, his gentle 
finger slowly caressing her tiny clitoral bud sending the wildest sensations 
shooting through her eager young body. She remembered fleetingly from her 
readings how older, experience love-partners could bring their young 
counterparts unbelievable delights. And there was something so perversely 
intoxicating in just the thought of her madly handsome young stepfather, 
fingering her crazily excited pussy. It was all in the family, wasn't it? 
She opened her trembling thighs wider and pressed her seething loins up 
against his gentle hand. 

"Christ!" he grunted. 

"Daddy... it feels so good." 

"Listen angel... why... why don't you turn over and let... let me put my 
cock in your ass?" he choked out. 

"Wh... what?" 

"That way you'll still be a virgin... but you'll still feel soooooo 
gooooooooood!" he coaxed, beginning to increase his fingering until his 
little blonde step-child was practically out of her mind. 

"I... I don't know. What if someone comes in?" 

"We'll lock the door. No one is going to come, anyway." 

"Oh, Gordon... I don't know... won't it hurt?... oh I'm afraid... " Helen 
whispered, the lurid idea actually exciting her all the more. 

"Maybe a teeny bit in the beginning, but not much I should say. You're a big 
girl and all adults do it these days," he exaggerated to the gullible 
teenager. "It doesn't make babies and certainly will keep your virginity 
intact... and the best part is... you'll enjoy it!" 

In her readings Helen had dwelt on a long piece about sodomy, wherein it 
stated that the act was quite exciting for both parties, especially to some 
women, something to do with a seldom explored gland which produced erotic 
ecstasy that could be found no other way. It had explained too, about the 
pain to be expected in the beginning. But the idea was so wild, and doing it 
with a handsome older man, her own step-father... and she was burning up 
with desire... but no... no it wouldn't be right... what if her mother found 
out? 

"Isn't... isn't there... some other way?" she ventured timidly. 

"Yes, dear... of course there is... there's what Bounder was doing to you 
with his tongue." The handsome step-father's middle finger wiggled 
tremblingly against the distraught girl's quivering clitoris as he spoke, 
and she moaned lewdly. "Do you think you'd like that?" 

"Oh... god yes... it feels so good... oh Gordon... do it to me... " the 
blond-haired teenager sighed. 

Her step-father swallowed nervously. "If you're sure you want me to... I 
mean, if you're sure you wouldn't mind... " 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh," Helen groaned again, his finger working her up to such a 
frantic pitch that she found herself flailing her hips and thighs up and out 
in a wild abandon. 

"For god's sake... do it now... now... " 

CHAPTER SIX 

Gordon West couldn't remember how many years it had been since he'd had a 
virgin. And now here... with his own step-daughter, he was going to have the 
opportunity to eat that wonderful virginal blonde cunt of hers. 

Happening upon Helen like this, with her firm young thighs lewdly splayed 
wide open, and her quivering little pussy staring him in the face, he had 
gotten such an iron-hard erection that his balls were beginning to ache from 
the excitement. And if this delicious little teenaged nymphet weren't a 
virgin... and so determined to remain one... he would have plunged right in 
and fucked her senseless. But for now he was going to taste that fabulous 
pussy. 

The trembling step-father edged himself around until he was half-turned away 
from the still moaning girl, and he brought his face down slowly until his 
out-thrust tongue just barely tickled the tip of her sensitive little 
clitoris. 

"Aaaaaaaaaahhh... oooooohhhhhhhhh," Helen groaned lewdly. 

Gordon jerked his tongue back making sure that Helen was aware of his 
actions. "Don't you like it?" he whispered. 

"Yes... yes... yes," the frenzied teenager chanted mindlessly, and she 
reached down and thrust his face back into her pulsating pussy flesh. 

This time, his entire face was crushed into the wetly steaming crevice of 
her virginal loins. His slavering lips circled the tiny nub of her clitoris 
and he sucked at it greedily, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth 
frantically. He had his eyes tightly shut, but now he opened them, and for 
one terrified moment, the image of his wife loomed up before him. 

This would never do, he decided and quickly pushed the thought from his 
mind. When he tried to raise his head, the frantic young blonde crushed his 
face back into the smoldering depths of her hotly sopping pussy. Finally, 
with a determined thrust, he broke free of her iron-tight head-lock and 
crouched on all fours, gasping like all the air had been sucked out of him. 

"Ooohhh... Gordon... don't stop... don't everr... stop... please... " the 
nearly delirious girl groaned. 

Her stepfather caught his breath and then he unceremoniously reached over 
and dragged the frenzied teenager down flat on her back on the floor of the 
changing hut. She lay there for a moment with her legs and thighs thrust 
almost straight up in the air, writhing wildly from side to side in her 
passion, sending her golden head back and forth. The older man stood up and 
ripped off his Bermuda's and undershorts releasing his aching penis. "Jesus 
Christ," he groaned in relief, cupping his tortured balls in the palm of his 
hand. 

The handsome older man squatted down over the shuddering child once again, 
but this time, he straddled her face and relentlessly lowered the pulsating 
shaft of his rock-hard cock down toward her wetly parted lips. She stared up 
at the descending instrument with widening eyes "What are you going to do, 
Gordon?" she asked hesitantly. 

"If I'm going to suck your cunt... I want you to suck my cock... that's the 
way it's done... that way we both get satisfaction, honey... '. 

"Okay," the apprehensive teenager whispered, not at all sure that she wanted 
it to go quite this far. Still it made sense; on the other hands, she was 
frightened of the idea of putting that big huge thing into her mouth. It 
looked so giant! It would choke her! She stared in growing alarm at the 
reddish-purple bulbous head getting closer to her waiting lips. A thick drop 
of clear pre-orgasmic fluid had seeped out of the tiny hole, and she 
shuddered at the terrifyingly wicked thought of sticking out her tongue and 
licking it off. 

Automatically, her pinkly pointed tongue extended out from between her 
half-open lips and slowly reached upward until it met the viscous drop. Then 
it flicked furtively back into her mouth and a lewdly sensuous smile spread 
across her teenaged face. Then suddenly, her mouth gaped wide and she lunged 
upward taking the entire spongy mushroom-like head between her lips. She ran 
her tongue liltingly around the sensitively soft perimeter, and then flicked 
it lovingly across the entire surface all the while sucking on the head as 
if it were an ice cream on a stick. 

Her stepfather groaned aloud in anguished relief. His hips and thighs had 
been tensed up until this point, but now he relaxed his haunches and thrust 
the whole shaft of his eagerly pulsing cock deep into her throat in one 
savage lunge. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuugggggghhh," the poor youngster cried out in choked 
dismay. It was altogether too much for her: already she could feel the 
spongy head of his cock ramming relentlessly against her tensed throat 
muscles. "Noooooo... uuuuuunnnnnngggggggggggg " she protested frantically 
She threw her head vainly from side to side trying to dislodge his 
mouth-stuffing shaft of male flesh which pinned her down like a butterfly in 
a collection. 

The older man was totally oblivious to the distraught young teenager's 
discomfort. He had dreamed of this moment for a long time. And now, at long 
last, both of his dreams were coming true... both at the same time. It was 
almost more than he could bear. And the wonderful way his throbbing cock was 
filling her sweetly titillating young mouth, and now she was moving her 
filled mouth from side to side, imparting delightfully salacious sensations 
to every nerve ending of his pulsing member. 

Helen clenched her hands into tight little fists and began pummeling 
furiously against her step-father's abdomen, trying to force him to raise up 
enough so she could catch her breath. The passion-engulfed older man 
eventually realized that all was not well, and he reluctantly raised his 
pelvis, drawing his thick pulsing cock part way out of its hotly clasping 
sheath. 

"Aaaaaarrrrggghhh... nnnnnngggggggggggg " the gulping girl gasped chokingly, 
but as soon as she had caught her breath, she became aware that the 
succulently mouth-filling shaft of flesh was slowly being withdrawn. "Oh, 
no," she whimpered and greedily sucked it back in between her hotly 
slavering lips. 

Gordon West had never felt such a terrifically stimulating sensation in all 
his life. "Shit!" he murmured through his tightly clenched lips. Then he 
gasped and let his face fall forward. A moment later, he was aware that his 
mouth was crushed against the soft, furry fringe of blonde cunt hair that 
sparsely covered the virginal child's tender pubic mound. His nostrils were 
assailed by the heady-sweet aroma of her moistly steaming young cunt. The 
wanton stepfather inhaled deeply and burrowed his nose downward into her 
quivering crevice. He licked his way downward through the open valley of her 
vaginal furrow, sucking momentarily on her pulsating clitoris, then plunging 
his greedy mouth downward still further, lapping furiously as it went. 

Gordon's tongue plunged deep into the darkly mysterious hole of her virginal 
cunt, licking in a greedy frenzy of wanton passion, and he rejoiced as he 
heard her loud groans of delight and pleasure. He sucked gluttonously, 
slurping and snorting in his frenzy of passionate hunger. Her inner fluid 
was seeping profusely through the tight opening of her still virginal 
orifice, and the older man lapped at them furiously, drinking them like 
nectar between his sucking lips and swallowing them rapaciously. 

His young blond step daughter, at the same time strained forward in an 
effort to swallow the entirety of the older man's hotly throbbing cock deep 
into her throat. In just a few minutes of practice, she had learned how to 
suck the blood-swollen shaft far back into her mouth without choking still 
leaving her room to catch her breath. And now she was thoroughly enjoying 
the mouth-distending experience. Almost in a delirium, she gulped the 
bloated purple cock-head into her hungry young mouth and sucked the whole 
rigid shaft deep into her throat, clamping her teenaged throat muscles 
around the spongy head, and sucking in her cheeks while she darted her 
tongue around and around up and down the full length of his thick prick. 

A vague recollection of his step-child not liking him at first raced through 
Gordon West's mind. Was it possible? His lusty-eyed face dropped further 
down and he licked through the deep crevice splitting her firm youthful 
ass-cheeks, his eager tongue laving to her gasping whimpers. Its wiggling 
tip found her snug little anus and began to probe at the tight muscular 
ring. 

Helen had never known anything so forbiddingly intoxicating in her entire 
life. His hot tongue... unlike Bounder's because it was human, a man's 
tongue and prodding obscenely right up into her sensitive rectal opening... 
was mind-boggling. 

For certain, she had never felt more naked than she did at that moment with 
her own stepfather... her mother's husband... hovering above the tiny pink 
aperture; yet she still was not ashamed and she was too tensed with the lewd 
thrill of what was happening to be really afraid. Her belly was a turmoil of 
erotic sensations. Nothing else mattered in the least except the sensual 
acts they were both performing in each other, the wild ungovernable delight 
they both were experiencing. 

The child felt his outstretched finger investigating her wildly puckering 
anus. Her breathing grew more intense. His finger prodded more urgently. Now 
it was pushing hard, trying to gain entrance. She winced and strained at it, 
helping as best she could, then grunting aloud as it suddenly entered with a 
little rush, seeming to slip right up inside her. She gasped again, but it 
had hardly hurt at all... in fact there was something wickedly stimulating 
about it. 

Helen's stepfather moved his inserted finger around in her asshole working 
to expand her tight anal opening. And then he began to saw it slowly in and 
out... finger-fucking it! And then, suddenly he forgot all about sticking 
his tongue in her nubile cunt... and he forgot about the wonderfully obscene 
sensations her flitting tongue and sucking mouth were imparting to his 
rampantly hard cock. He had his middle finger jammed up into the depths of 
her trembling rectum, and all he could think of was that he had to replace 
it with his cock! 

"Oh sweet Jesus, he thought. To stick my cock up in her tiny little asshole; 
even the thought of it is almost enough to make me cum. He jerked his 
glistening cock up out of her protesting mouth and quickly reversed his 
position, still keeping his extended middle finger rammed as far as it would 
go up into her hotly pulsating little rectum. 

Helen whimpered as her step-father's huge pole of flesh was ripped from her 
mouth. Maybe she wasn't doing it right, she decided. But what was he going 
to do now? He couldn't be going to force his thickly long cock up inside 
her? Not down there... in her asshole? Oh no! Not that! And yet, his 
pistoning finger did feel so good up there. Wasn't that enough? Why did he 
have to try to put his long thick cock up there, too? 

It's impossible, she thought. He'll never be able to get that baseball bat 
up my ass! He'll split me in too! 

Gordon began to move the invading middle finger around in a wider swirling 
movement, pushing deeper up in her rectal channel, always stretching the 
baby-like opening of her uneasily clenching anus. And with every passing 
second, the blonde teenager began to feel more wanton. It was tremendously 
salacious and for sure she would go mad if he ever stopped or deserted her 
now. Had there ever been a time when she hadn't liked this man who was doing 
all these wonderful things to her body? 

The youngster was having these thoughts when he suddenly dug a second finger 
up into the tightly resistant passage, and abruptly it did hurt! The 
unpleasant feeling immediately became discomfort and though she tried to 
remember the part in the sex manual where she'd read about what to expect in 
the beginning, she still bounced away. No matter what the book said, it 
still hurt. 

But the fingers came after her while his body seemed to pin her down with 
one hand pressuring against the small of her back. There was no escaping 
them! They stayed right up in the clenching walls beyond her painfully 
stretched anus, never brutal, but possessively buried, moving slowly until 
both seemed to hold complete control over her penetrated anal hole. 

It wasn't so bad after a moment. Again, the youngster tried to remember the 
enlightening phrases from the book, and she began to wriggle her skewered 
ass-cheeks and hips to help. No, it wasn't all that bad. In fact, there was 
a strange, yet weirdly appealing feeling she had never before experienced. 
She wondered, if it was true as he said that all adults did this. It was 
wild, she thought, exciting tremors racing through her shuddering loins. 

Now, Helen could feel him relentlessly stretching her anus, and sometimes it 
hurt if he made a sudden movement and his fingernails nipped at the tender 
rectal flesh. His massive cock couldn't be any more uncomfortable than this, 
she decided; besides she was very anxious that he hurry up and get it over 
with before something or someone interrupted them. She could never stand all 
this again. 

"Go on, dad... do it now... come on Gordon," the teenager hissed, "put it in 
if you're going to." 

"What?... Really!" he cursed under his breath as he eased his fingers out of 
her, the hot rubbery skin of her young anus clinging and releasing them with 
a moist, sucking sound. "Helen... you're wonderful... " 

Helen realized that the older man was very aroused by the loud tempo of his 
breathing, but she doubted that he could be any hotter than she was. His 
hard muscular body came down onto hers and stretched out along its length. 
He swore and she trembled with anticipation, wondering what he would do 
next, and then he was back up off of her. 

"Turn over and get up onto your knees darling," he whispered. "It'll be 
easier that way." 

Helen rolled over onto her knees, blushing at the thought of presenting him 
with her naked buttocks there in the shadowy changing hut by the pool. She 
situated herself on her knees, bending down before him like she had done for 
the dog. She found herself wondering if her young naked body looked as 
exciting to him this way as her mother's beautiful shape or if her mother 
ever got into such a position for him. 

Helen felt his large hands grasp gently at the top of her thighs. Now it was 
going to happen! It seemed unbelievable that she would be doing such a thing 
with him or anyone... but she was too excited, and she found that she wanted 
him to... yes. If only his man-sized penis wasn't too big! If only he didn't 
tear her apart! But she couldn't stop him now... even if she wanted to. She 
was helpless; no matter what he did to her now, she couldn't resist him. She 
had made her decision. 

The terrifying thought sent wild tremors racing up and down her nearly naked 
body, and she reached back between her legs, trying to feel where he was and 
what he was doing. 

Helen's fingers touched a flaccid, hairy entity which seemed to dance 
illusively above them. His balls! He grunted and lurched to the contact as 
she cupped her hand beneath them, amazed at their bloated bigness. 
Experimentally she weighed them, remembering to be gentle because of their 
vulnerability. 

"Beautiful... baby... now just let your hand follow upward... 
aaaaaaaaahhhhhh... that's it, angel... Christ!... Now take hold it... 
uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh." 

Helen let her fingers circle around the hot, rigidly pulsating rod of flesh. 
It felt so mammoth! Oh! It was so much bigger than his two fingers, and... 
it was so... so thick and hard. She felt the velvety outside layer of skin 
sliding back beneath her grasping hand. She sort of pushed until that outer 
flesh eased way back and she knew that the foreskin was pulled away from the 
glans. 

"Now, honey, just draw the tip right up between your sweet pussy lips so it 
will be nice and wet," her stepfather instructed lecherously. "That's it... 
unnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." he grunted as she obeyed the knob of his 
lust-swollen penis splaying through her moistened vaginal flesh at her own 
doing. She drew it back down through the tender furrow and up once more, her 
young body trembling to the delicious contact. "Now place it... that's it... 
position it against your precious little asshole." 

Helen pictured herself as a maze of sensual nerve centers hidden in the 
naked curves of her erotically bent young body. She was hopelessly aroused 
as she strained backward and placed his blunt-headed cock at the waiting 
opening between her spread ass-cheeks. Immediately, it began to prod and 
push against her defensively puckering anus. She caught her breath; it was 
going to be too big just as she'd feared... far too big! 

But its bloated tip was already stretching the snug little orifice and was 
trying to worm its way further in. She tried to remember the sex manual: 
There would be considerable discomfort in the beginning... she wanted him to 
fuck her there... had to cum... it would be all right... worming right in... 
in... in... oh god! The ramming crowbar-like cock was going to split her 
tiny asshole right apart! 

The teenager jerked away, but he was too quick for her and held her in a 
grip of steel, his massively hardened cock merciless in its pressure. 

"Oh no... Dad... Gordon... don't do it... it hurts... stop it!" Helen 
blurted. 

Her stepfather was like a man gone berserk, completely ignoring her plea, 
holding her with the strength of a gorilla and pushing, shoving forcing his 
monstrously thick prick right up into her slowly opening anal hole. 

Helen felt like screaming but she resisted the urge not wanting to attract 
attention. There wasn't time for panic; the shock of his penetration was 
already too blinding. She sobbed: "It's too big! Oh, Gordon... it'll never 
go all the way in! You'll tear me apart!" 

Her stepfather never heard her. His hips and inflexible rod of male flesh 
thrust her firmly straining young thighs forward; his arms locked her naked 
ass-cheeks back to his. She was totally helpless. 

"Come on darling, push back," he begged. "Don't cry; it won't hurt anymore," 
he assured her as if he were an expert on teenaged virgins being fucked in 
the ass! 

"I can't... oh stop this!" 

"Yes you can. darling... shove back! There! That's it! Shove your sweet 
little ass back on my cock!" 

Dear god, she could hardly think. It was as if he were ramming a hot poker 
up her ass. The discomfort was paralyzing so incredible that she couldn't 
even cry. And yet, she did push back, hoping to god the words in her sex 
manuals about the pain being only at the start were true... and suddenly 
with a savagely buttock wrenching effort, his huge stiffened penis soared 
right up into her frantically stretching rectum until she could feel the 
hairs of his pelvis brushing against her ass-cheeks. His huge pulsing cock 
was buried all the way up into her back passage, up to the hilt! 

"Ooooooooohhhhhh . 

. 

. uuummmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh... so big... your cock's so big!" All the fourteen 
year old could think about was making stuffed dolls at school, except there 
was nothing gentle about the burning thick rod of stuffing cramming her 
rectum to capacity. She'd never be the same back there, and there was 
nothing she could seem to do to stop him. She was ruined for life; it was 
too late, now. The damage was done. And she had decided that this was what 
she wanted him to do. What a fool she was! 

Gordon West began to hiss and moan with delight as he skewered rhythmically 
and without the slightest regard for her feelings deep up into the virginal 
confines of her stretch bottom from behind. She couldn't believe he was her 
quiet considerate stepfather. He was now some merciless ogre with a huge 
fiery cock that dragged on the ground. She felt once again like she wanted 
to scream. 

But, even as she moaned to herself the pain commenced to ease a little, 
moving toward a new state of tormented distress mixed with weirdly growing 
stimulation... The teenager felt wet between her buttocks and was sure that 
the hot moisture must be her own blood dripping from the enormously raw 
round that used to be her tiny anus. He was sodomizing her in earnest now. 
Well, that was what she thought she wanted. And the manual... it had been 
correct... because even though she was being hurled forward with every 
belly-splitting thrust and had to squirm back onto his punishing hard cock, 
she was beginning to have a fantastic feeling of erotic pleasure. 

The feeling was so bad anymore... it was perversely joyful, and she wanted 
to shove her young buttocks backwards to meet the brutal charge of her 
stepfather's hairy loins. 

"Is it better now, angel?" he rasped down at her. 

"Yes... better... Gordon," the fourteen year old girl breathed beginning to 
undulate her body and gyrate her naked buttocks in tiny impatient circles. 
Good Lord! It was the most fantastic thing that had ever happened in her 
young life! 

Helen reached down between her wide-splayed thighs again and began to ply 
with his swinging, sperm-bloated balls, trying to twist her face sideways so 
that he could see that she was telling the truth. 

A thin shaft of daylight streaming through the crack under the door 
illuminated the scene. The light fell upon the tautly spread mounds of the 
kneeling youngster's voluptuously toiling asscheeks, and more specifically 
on the inflamed pink orifice his burgeoning cock was stretching with each 
obscene stroke up into her erotically quivering rectum. 

Kneeling above his step-child, he squinted through lust-smoked eyes to see 
the reddened anal flesh around the tiny hole draw back with his wetly 
glistening penis, clasping it as if loathing to release even a fraction of 
an inch. 

"Oh... oh... oh... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh," Helen gasped with every inward 
thrust, her small hand still filled with the hairy weight of his cum-laden 
balls. 

"Yes... yes... yes!" her stepfather moaned. This was beyond a doubt the most 
delectable and lascivious act he had ever performed in his life. It was 
wonderful because the child wanted it too, he reasoned lustfully, though at 
first the pressure exerted on his thick penis had been almost too much to 
endure. But now that he had reamed her lovely young passage a bit, it was 
simply tight and exhilarating beyond all belief... a fantastic virginal 
squeeze which threatened with every thrust to extract his stored up cum 
right out of his aching cock. 

Gordon watched his sinewy white rod of flesh disappear up into her hotly 
yielding rectum with every forward hump of his loins. It skewered tight in 
and up until not so much as a quarter-inch was left unburied, and with her 
counteracting buttock movements the swollen shaft prodded around in that 
warm rubbery channel with its bulbous head palpitating as if it were going 
to erupt like a sky rocket. 

Absolutely devastating, his brain reported, while his inflated balls ached 
in the soft cupping palms of her little hands His hardened penis burned as 
if it were submerged in a soft pit of clinging white-hot moans and the 
swiveling action of her whitely upthrusting buttocks as they rotated like a 
cam around his burgeoning hardness. 

Her little blouse was high around her waist, and her tapered back sloping 
downward away from him, hollowed more and more. She withdrew her hands from 
his sperm-laden testicles and he moved one of his own around and beneath her 
heaving little belly to find the tiny nerve center of her clitoris between 
her flesh pussy-lips once more. She squealed with delight and raised to her 
elbows her long blonde hair falling over her face, tumbling every which way 
as she wildly squirmed beneath his furiously rampaging cock and massaging 
middle finger. 

"Ah... ohhhhhh... uuuuuunnnnnnggggggh," choked from the depths of her 
virginal throat. 

"Is it good, darling?" he rasped. 

"Oh, yes... yes... yes... go on... do it... do it... oh... yessssssssssss!" 

God Almighty! He had never been this excited not with anyone. This was one 
of the most incredible experiences of his life. He straightened and as his 
hand drew free of her wetly heated pussy it brushed her small hand streaking 
toward the erotic spot he had forsaken. And then he drew his blood-swollen 
shaft out to the coronal rim and plunged it right in again in one 
relentlessly long stroke. His iron-stiff penis was electrified, his 
straining balls near the bursting point. He had a fleeting though that he 
hoped his end would be like this. He suddenly flashed on the idea that he 
would like to go down fucking! 

"Oh, Helen... babeeeeeeeeeeee," he groaned. "Oh Gordon... don't stop... 
don't ever stop... I'll die if you stop!" 

And she would for sure, the inflamed teenager concluded in the heat of her 
lust-filled passion. Her sex manual's phrase of "erotic ecstasy" was such an 
inadequate description for the sensations of fantastic sensual pleasure 
possessing her. Why should anyone want it any other way? Women could remain 
virgins forever and never have to worry about becoming pregnant. Oh my! Her 
stepfather's cock was filling her right up into depths of her quaking belly, 
and it was rubbing on that seldom explored gland with every thrusting 
stroke. She would cum soon; there was no doubt about it... and... and so 
would Gordon. 

What would that feel like? The older man's hot sperm squirting right up into 
her asshole... her very bowels. Ooooohhhhhh, she wished she were completely 
naked. Even the light blouse felt constricting to her writhing body. Her 
steaming pussy was a screaming slit of ravenous fire beneath her stroking 
fingers, her tiny hardened clitoris right on the verge of exploding any 
second. Oh god, he was ramming faster up into her back there now, harder and 
more rapidly, battering her naked buttocks with his hips, the lewd fleshy 
sounds hollowly filling the hut... 

Gordon West gripped the slender girlish waist of his stepdaughter with 
mindless fingers, squeezing the soft childish flesh into mottled shapes. His 
mouth hung open, refusing to close. His breaths were rasping out of it like 
a man racing up a mountainside. He'd cum five thousand times in his life, 
but no pre-explosion had ever been like this. The child's curvaceous ass was 
the gateway to paradise! 

The forty year old man stared greedily at the fourteen year old's young body 
as he spread her trembling thighs wider and pulled the softly resilient 
globes of her wildly churning buttocks farther apart with his hands. He 
grunted, fucking deeper up into her tender nether channel with one furious 
lunge, hearing her groan as she shoved back with equal enthusiasm. His 
inflamed cock felt huge and leaded, as if were weighted on the end like a 
policeman's truncheon, and the weight was increasing with every ripening 
second. 

"Oh... angel... Jesus!" he gurgled. "I'm... just... I'm going to... " 

"Oooooohhh... me... toooooooooooo," Helen whimpered, her whole young body 
beginning to spring up and down like a yo-yo on the end of his raging cock. 

The child felt his fingers gouging into her naked buttocks, grabbing the 
soft flesh in handfuls. She sensed another finger touching her almost numbed 
anus, as if he were feeling the frictional heat where his long hardened cock 
battered into her from behind. She couldn't hold her head still, but began 
to throw it from side to side with her hair flailing wildly. He hauled her 
back onto his huge jerking cock until she thought its swollen head would 
burst right up between her breasts. A fiery tirade of maddening sensations 
screamed through her feverishly provoked young loins and belly. 

"Jesus... child... I am too... " 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh" 

"Shit... I'm... cccccuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiinngg! " And with that Helen felt her 
step-father shooting his scalding sperm in drenching waves up into the 
depths of her clutching rectum and belly from behind as she shuddered and 
spasmed uncontrollably. She lurched and convulsed, heaving her tremoring 
buttocks backward so that his pumping, wildly spewing cock was locked up 
into the recesses of her rectal passage like a ball-in-socket fitting. 

They hung that way, gasping and shuddering for long seconds, until her knees 
seemed to collapse and his deflating penis pulled out of her with a lewd 
sucking sound, as she flattened beneath him. Cool air gushed between her 
sweat-streaked thighs and buttocks, bathing her soaked pussy lips and 
burning little anus like a spray of welcomed spring water. 

"Helen... I'm shaking so much I doubt if I'll even be able to get up... 
oh... darling," Gordon West rasped in a trembling voice. "Are you all right, 
honey?" 

"Yes... yes... I think so," Helen whimpered, not really certain. She felt 
totally enervated, and there was an uncomfortable rawness beginning to 
register from her forever-stretched back passage. The passion was gone, and 
there was a sense of shame accompanied by confused anger at the lustful 
wantonness of them both. 

The child sat up, squirming around to face him in the dim light, knowing 
that she must look a mess with her smudged face and tangled hair. She paid 
no attention to her open thighs and the fact that she was naked from the 
waist down. 

"Helen... baby... I'm sorry... I don't know what got into me... please... " 

"I do, Gordon... and it got into me, not you," she quipped sharply. "I doubt 
if I'll be able to sit down for the rest of the week." 

"I can't tell you how sorry I am... I just lost my head, seeing you in here 
like... " 

"I know, I know," she stopped him, realizing that she was as much to blame 
as he was. "But it's a bit late to talk about that, isn't it?" 

"I know... I know," he said still trembling as he took a handkerchief from 
his pocket and began to brush the sweaty streaks from her cheeks and 
forehead. "don't worry... your mother will never find out... it'll be a 
secret." 

"It'll have to be," she said earnestly. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Mandy Parr was sitting in her room nursing her martini. That husband of hers 
was just the limit. He was always willing to go along with her plans to 
swing with other couples but he would never initiate anything. Just once, 
she thought, just once I'd like him to do the dirty work. He was so used to 
having everything done for him that he was too lazy to even pick up a 
telephone. He really was a fucking passenger, Mandy thought. If he wasn't so 
goddamned rich, I'd leave him in a moment. And then the beautiful redhead 
smiled to herself, her anger beginning to evaporate. Where else would she be 
able to get whatever she wanted... whenever she asked for it... that was the 
problem now... she too was so used to having everything she wanted that how 
would she survive if she had to work for things. And in her own way, she was 
really very fond of Dick. He was generous to a fault and really quite a good 
companion. In fact, he was everything most women dreamed of having. It was 
just that... 

Oh well, she thought reasonably, I guess he has plenty of reasons to find 
fault with me. I'm not exactly the perfect wife image right out of the pages 
of "Good Housekeeping" either. Of course, Dick didn't married me for my 
talents as a housewife, she grinned. We have servants to take care of all 
that bullshit. Dick wouldn't know what to do with a housewife if he fell 
over one. 

Okay. Now let's get things back into perspective. I know Dick isn't going to 
do anything about contacting the West's so I better get on the phone if 
there's going to be any new blood in our sex life tonight. 

There was nothing ingenious about her plan, she was thinking as she sat 
facing the telephone, though she had the feeling that it would work. The 
West's seemed like a pretty sophisticated couple. 

Mandy herself wasn't exactly a promiscuous whore, but she had always had 
this yen for Gordon. And after thinking about it a bit she realized that the 
suave steel executive had always nursed a desire for her. While his ogling 
eye was ever discreetly indirect, she'd sensed it peripherally peeling the 
clothes from her time and again. But Gordon probably thought she was too 
much of a lady to every make any overt gestures in that direction. How this 
little plan of hers was going to work out she couldn't guess but regardless 
of the outcome it would be a pleasant evening with the West's... well, she 
had to begin somewhere... 

"Hello, Pearl? How are you enjoying Montauk?" Mandy purred over the 
telephone. "Yes, I'm sure it is a bit of an adjustment after New York and 
all... and the new husband... everything... anyway, my dear, why I called 
was Dick and I would love to have you and the family over for dinner 
tonight. I'm only sorry that I didn't call you sooner, but I didn't know 
whether you were up to receiving invitations from the neighbors... sometimes 
it gets just too social around here... after all we are on vacation and we 
don't want to make the same rounds of dinner parties that we do in New 
York... oh... I see," the lovely redhead said, trying not to show her 
disappointment at the refusal to her invitation. 

"Thank you very much, Mandy, but the cook and I have prepared a barbecue for 
this evening, Pearl replied in her pleasant voice. "We're having dinner out 
on the patio tonight... but, why don't you and Dick and Brian join us... 
we'd love to have you... it's going to be very simple... just steak and 
salad but you're certainly welcome to come over if you like... " 

Mandy hung up the receiver smiling gleefully to herself. It hardly made any 
difference where they got together as long as they did. Of course, she had 
accepted. Now, the question was, how to get Gordon off somewhere by himself 
so that she could broach her favorite subject... swapping. She felt fairly 
confident that her old charm would work on Gordon even though he was 
practically a newly wed. While it might be a bit stale from non-use, the 
red-haired beauty felt certain all of the magnetic allure was still there, 
especially when she walked in with her long hair loose and wearing the new 
long black gown she had just bought. The gown plunged open to the waist 
revealing her full breasts in an almost lewd fashion and of course she never 
wore a brassiere. 

Walking over to her mirror, Mandy winked at her reflection feeling like she 
had her victory already. She began to undress while teasing sensations of 
excitement commenced to tingle in the depths of her flat belly. She gave 
little thought to anything but her mission tonight. Gordon West, the man she 
hoped to seduce almost became secondary; it was the contemplated act itself 
which was kindling the tiny fires now that she had set her mind to it. 

The lovely redhead tossed her brassiere, then her panties, onto a chair and 
stood admiring her naked sensuousness in the vanity mirror. The reflection 
was anything but displeasing, she thought, and the outline of her bikini 
from sunbathing held a sensual enchantment all of its own. Her legs were 
long, full thighs, smooth and without a trace of flab. Perhaps her belly was 
a bit too lean and her hips somewhat boyish, but the red-haired vee of pubic 
down and the puffy mound with its pink slit would reassure any doubters. She 
was fleecy up between her legs, too not sparse and baldish like most 
fair-complexioned women, and that was added sexiness as far as she was 
concerned. 

Mandy's firm breasts were high and wide-set, their concealment from sunrays 
leaving them milk-white to their pointed rose capped tips. They might be a 
bit too large, but their uplifted contour offset that, and they made up for 
that fraction she lacked through the hips. Anyway, she'd never heard of a 
man who didn't prefer an ample-breasted woman. 

Gordon probably had plenty to contend with in Pearl; she had about the most 
fabulous body that Mandy had ever seen... he was no slouch either in the 
body department. They were almost the perfect couple. Mandy wondered if they 
were as good in the sack as they looked. 

Mandy smiled to herself wondering how the West's would react if they knew 
she was mentally imagining them both naked and fucking their brains out. 
Putting them out of her mind for a moment the narcissistic red-haired beauty 
did a half-turn before the mirror to view the S-curve her jutting white 
buttocks completed. The warmth inside her belly grew and she sensed a light 
moisture down between her thighs. She unfastened her hair and shook it loose 
to tumble downward around sloping shoulders. Damn, she didn't look a day 
over twenty this way. 

The urge for another drink continued to mount, but she decided against it... 
and then changed her mind again... She walked over to the small refrigerator 
in the dressing room and poured herself a glass of chilled white wine. I'm 
not going to get bombed on martinis today, she thought sensibly. 

Mandy took her wine and seated herself before the vanity. She would have a 
scented oil bath to prepare herself for her night of seduction. 

Bounder was more than a little perturbed. The big animal had failed in two 
out of three attempts to satisfy his bestial lust. Fortunately he had at 
least succeeded with Pearl West. Both those two thwarted attempts with the 
lovely young Helen had left the huge German shepherd shaken and restless. 
Especially that last interrupted scene in the changing hut had been 
upsetting. When Gordon West had raised his arm as if to strike him and had 
raised his voice as well, Bounder had beat it out of there in seconds flat. 
That was one thing he never had to worry about with his mistress. Maybe she 
was old and fat but he almost always got satisfaction from her. And he knew 
she got satisfaction from him too. After all, there weren't too many men 
that came around for a sexual bout with Amelia Sampson... no matter how rich 
she was... 

Feeling that things were getting a little heavy around the West household, 
the big animal decided to explore the neighborhood a little. Mrs. Sampson 
has a large yard on her estate but Bounder was rarely permitted outside the 
walls. This would be a good opportunity to see what was going on. 

Bounder loped at an untiring pace, stopping her and there when an exotic 
scent caught his nostrils or a tree had to be visited. There were garbage 
cans along the lanes which demanded attention also, and it was nearby one of 
these that a perfumed smell assailed his acute sense of smell from an open 
window. 

Beyond that opening where french windows swung ajar, Mandy Parr with a 
negligee thrown loosely around her was contemplating a long bath. She had 
just finished her glass of wine and was enjoying its euphoric effects while 
she thought more about her little plan for the evening at the West's 
barbecue, when the huge beast loomed up and through the opened window like 
something born of the delirium tremors! 

Mandy might have screamed had she not lost her breath in choked fright. 
Instead, she began to back away... stumble backward would be accurate... 
until losing her balance she sat down heavily onto the thick white mg on the 
floor, her lush buttocks bouncing with a cushioning jar and her legs falling 
lewdly open into a frozen, unlady-like pose. Totally at a loss and on the 
verge of panic, the red-haired wife sat with her negligee more off than on 
her voluptuously curved nakedness, gaping at the ferocious looking 
four-legged intruder charging toward her vanity. 

Raising up on his hind legs, the huge dog seemed to sniff the opened bottle 
of perfume and then apparently satisfied, he dropped down to face the 
stunned wife where she sat in her lurid, open-thighed position. 

To Mandy's shocked amazement, the dog began to wag his tail in a friendly 
manner, and he moved toward her as if looking for a pal. The expression the 
big rounded brown eyes was anything but vicious, the stupefied wife decided 
as she found her first breath in long seconds. Nor did the animal seem the 
least bit shy when it moved right up between her opened legs and flicked a 
long friendly tongue out at her face. It was then that it registered with 
Mrs. Parr that this was the animal the West's were looking after for Amelia 
Sampson. The young beauty heaved a sigh of relief when she realized that 
this was a tame pet and not some wild dog. 

"Bounder... that's your name isn't it, big boy... I must say that you 
certainly know how to make a dynamic entrance," Mandy managed in a hoarse 
whisper, reaching up carefully to stroke her hand over the sleek furry head. 
"Do you like my perfume... it that it?" 

Bounder whimpered as she took hold of the tag dangling around his neck and 
read the name to be sure. Really he was a handsome animal, but she would 
just as soon have met him under less shocking circumstances. 

"Okay, whatever it was, you made your point, Bounder," Mandy sighed, trying 
to press him gently back from between her legs. "Now if you'll just let me 
get back together... I'll go down to the kitchen to find you a bone or 
something... " 

Her words dropped to an inaudible murmur as an unexpected sensation rippled 
through her; the huge animal had whimpered, dropped its head and begun to 
sniff at the naked mounds of her full white breasts. Before she could 
possibly imagine what he was up to, Bounder's hotly wet tongue flicked out 
to lick smoothly over the sensitive flesh, completely circling the 
half-erect rose-tipped nipple her left breast offered. 

The startling contact caused Mandy to reflexively jerk back, her widening 
eyes bursting into a sparkle just as her tiny nipple budded into a full 
straining hardness. 

"Hey," she said, half-smiling, "what kind of a lecherous dog are you, 
anyway?" she went on. "But you-might do it again if you really want to," 
consciously thrusting her nakedly upturned breasts forward, hardly expecting 
the animal to repeat the act. 

But she didn't know Bounder! Of course, he did! Once more the length of warm 
pink tongue grazed wetly over the sensitively hardened nipple, and he kept 
licking at it, running his long wet tongue back and forth across the 
quivering nipple and setting her belly all atingle. She watched the long, 
thick length of tongue curl and lave over her jutting fleshy resilience, 
moving from one warmly quivering breast to the other and licking at their 
rounded undersides as well as through the deep cleft between! 

Christ! It was totally unbelievable, to say nothing of the incredible 
sensations the lewd act was bringing her. Several times, she lost her breath 
as she watched the flexible ribbon of fluid tongue graze hotly over her 
bursting little nipples while her flushed breasts seemed to be swelling 
erotically right before her eyes. My Lord, this was ridiculous, but she 
didn't want him to stop... and now the inevitable simmering sensations were 
beginning to race through her belly and downward into her soft loins, 
causing the moisture from her feverish pussy-lips to begin its damp, 
lubricating flow. 

Bounder snuffled furiously now, and he lowered his nose down between the 
splayed thighs of the red-haired wife. His long curling tongue snaked out 
and burrowed into the moistly steaming crevice of the distracted young 
woman's cuntal area. 

"No... stop it... boy," Mandy cried, half-shocked at the lewdly wanton 
thrill his hotly slobbering tongue was imparting to her loins. "No... you 
mustn't... you mustn't do that," she protested, trying to push his head away 
from her exposed vaginal furrow. 

"Bad dog! Stop... stop it right now!" 

But Bounder resisted the feeble pressure of her hands and relentlessly 
licked at the exciting moisture flowing more copiously now from the warmly 
trembling pussy. "Nooo... oooooohhhhhh... noooo bad dog... nooooooooo... 
oooooooooooohh... stop... oooooohhhhhh," her voice trailed off as his tongue 
searched ever deeper into the hidden crevice up between her legs. Mandy's 
hands still clasped the sides of the dog's huge head, but now they were 
caressing rather than trying to push him away. The excited red-headed beauty 
spread her thighs wider apart to let his relentless tongue delve further 
into her wide open loins. 

"Oooooohhhh... nnnoooooooooooo," she groaned lasciviously. She closed her 
eyes tight, imagining that it was Dick lavishing all these lascivious 
attentions on her trembling body... but no. Her husband's tongue was not 
nearly this long, it could never reach so far up into her yearning cunt. 

Now, suddenly, the huge beast stopped his sweeping laps at her shuddering 
vaginal area. Now he was back licking at her tinglingly jutting breasts. "Oh 
god," she moaned, "noooooo... noooo... don't stop!" Bounder reared up, all 
at once and placing his forepaws on her shoulders, he pushed the helpless 
young wife flat onto her back. "What are you doing?" she cried out in sudden 
alarm. They she caught a glimpse of his long glistening red cock jutting out 
from its furry sheath close up to his belly. "Nooo... nooooo," the woman 
moaned. "Not that... you can't do that to me... bad boy!" 

But as Bounder continued to lick frenziedly at her hardened nipples, Mandy 
gave up all resistance, relaxing against the soft carpet, still holding her 
thighs spread wide and sticking almost straight up into the air. 

"Bad... bad boy... " she began to chant. "Come, come on now... bad doggy... 
stick it in... oh fuck me... fuck... fuck me... hurry!" 

Bounder was now poised over her, still running his hot tongue maddeningly 
over her responsive nipples. He hunched forward several times, but his 
dripping, hard cock brushed empty air. The excited woman could see that he 
was going to need help. She realized that he probably wasn't used to 
missionary position... he probably prefers it dog style, she chuckled to 
herself. "Sorry old boy... you're just going to have to make a few 
adjustments," she told him. Mandy reached up to the bed and dragged one of 
the heavy goose down pillows onto the floor and positioned it under her 
upraised buttocks, and then she leaned back and lay full length on the floor 
while she tried to guide the frantic dog into her. 

It took several tries, and she finally had to reach under his belly and grab 
ahold of his wetly throbbing cock and guide it by hand into her hungrily 
trembling pussy. As she felt the thick shaft ramming into her, she groaned 
aloud. "Oh my god," she moaned. She could feel every hot inch of that 
rampant dog cock plunging in and out of her steaming cunt. And, even before 
his thick animal cock went all the way into her throbbing depths, Bounder 
began fucking back and forth furiously. On each inward lunge, she could feel 
the furry sac of his testicles thumping lewdly against the exposed rosebud 
of her tiny anus. And all the while the panting excited animal lapped 
lustily at her upthrust nipples, curling his long simmering tongue around 
them and bathing them with his warmly sticky saliva. 

Unable to control herself, the spreadeagled red-head began to hump back in 
frenzied response to each of his furious lunges. "Yes... oh yes... oh you 
brute... do it to meeeeeeeeeeee!" she crooned deliriously. She could feel 
the beginning spasm of her approaching orgasm rumbling up out of her 
tautened abdomen like an oncoming thunderstorm, and just as the first streak 
of lightning crashed shatteringly through her loins, she felt the molten 
outpouring of her canine lover's spurting sperm. 

"Bounder... ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she shrieked in mind-boggling passion. "Oh... 
you bad dog... you're... making me... cccccccccuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm! " The 
rampaging dog continued to fuck into her wildly exploding cunt, his haunches 
now slamming spastically into her exposed vaginal area with all his strength 
until he finally whimperingly fell away from her, dragging his deflating 
penis from her trembling orifice. The red-haired wife let her legs drop 
aback to the floor like dead weights, and she lay flat on her back, panting 
and moaning for several minutes before she found her reason beginning to 
return to her, slowly... slowly. 

"My god," the distraught young redheaded wife gasped, "what the hell 
happened!" One minute she was sitting at her dressing table enjoying a glass 
of good wine, preparing to take a leisurely bath... and the next thing, all 
hell broke loose! She looked over toward Bounder who was sitting on his 
haunches looking at her, panting and hesitantly wagging his tail. And Jesus 
Christ! He was smiling at her! She would swear that the fucking dog was 
grinning from ear to ear! The beautiful German shepherd was actually winking 
at her as if they shared some wonderful secret. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

If there was one thing that Pearl had learned in her short marriage to 
Gordon West was that she usually shopped as if an army were coming to 
dinner. In their New York penthouse, Pearl was used to unexpected guests. 
She kept an ample supply of goodies in their freezer so that the cook 
wouldn't have a nervous breakdown when she found out that there were going 
to be ten for dinner instead of four. The call from Mandy Parr had not 
perturbed Pearl in the least. The cook would just have to make a larger 
salad and they had plenty of steak marinating in the kitchen. The extra 
guests would be fun. Not an imposition at all. The only addition she made to 
her marinade sauce was to add another bottle of brandy. The recipe for her 
sauce was an unusual one but made the meat almost melt in your mouth. 

The evening was warm and without a trace of a breeze. Helen and Pearl set an 
elegant table out on the patio while Gordon prepared the barbecue. Pearl had 
hurriedly called the florist in town to have some of his hothouse orchids 
delivered for table decorations. They turned on the colored lights around 
the pool and the reflection of the sparkling lights on the water made a very 
festive atmosphere. 

Within a short time, all the guests had arrived and were standing around 
sipping on their drinks and mouthing trivial phrases about the life in 
Montauk, fashions, weather and other items of small talk. 

The one topic the Parr's avoided was the subject of wife-swapping which was 
uppermost in their minds. But the timing was not right. If it was going to 
happen, it would. You couldn't force something like that. You had to find 
the lay of the land first. 

Brian stood off to the side by himself, nursing his drink and staring 
vacantly into space while he muttered under his breath, "I know the folks 
are planning to put it to the West's tonight. I wonder if I'll be able to 
get into that juicy little cunt of Helen's?" He stood musing for a long time 
wondering if he would dare make another move. 

Helen, dressed in a white halter top and a pair of white short shorts that 
only partially concealed her nubile buttocks, mingled with the guest, 
getting drinks for her parent's guests and generally acting as a young 
hostess for her mother. Gordon West found himself more than once, staring 
almost hypnotically at the rhythmical sway of his step-daughter's ass-cheeks 
as she wandered among the guests. Dick Parr too, found his eyes glued on 
those two enticingly undulating half-moons, and he unfortunately was just 
taking a large gulp of his drink when she bent over to pick up a glass she 
had dropped on the grass, so that the entire cock-hardening expanse of her 
derriere was suddenly exposed to his breathless gaze... covered only by the 
scantiest of extremely sheer panties. He gagged on his drink and folded over 
in a traumatic coughing spell that spilled the rest of his drink all over 
the lawn. 

His son, Brian, had not missed the girl's exposed loins, either. His cock 
lurched and his resolve to try and fuck through that precious maidenhead of 
hers tonight became stronger. 

Finally, the party sat down to eat the delicious barbecued steaks. More wine 
flowed. Talk became more racy. Heads became a little woozy. Defenses were 
knocked down and laughter became more raucous. 

Mandy had taken Gordon West's arm and was walking around the garden with him 
and nobody seemed to mind, least of all her husband. Dick found that he had 
an enormous hard on, and every time he ran his hand over one of Pearl West's 
softly rounded breasts, his cock jumped and throbbed inside his tightly 
confining pants. 

Brian, meanwhile, was not idle, either. He had virtually dragged the teenage 
blonde off under a tree in the garden and she was seated on his lap, feeling 
his hard cock throbbing fiercely through his pants against her own soft 
buttocks, while he ran his tongue lovingly over the erected little nipple of 
one of her satin-smooth breasts which he had exposed by pulling down the tie 
of her halter top. 

In the middle of all the sexual coupling, the doorbell rang. "Now I wonder 
who that could be?" Pearl pondered aloud, "you didn't invite someone else 
without telling me about it, did you Gordon?" 

Gordon called a negative reply from across the garden and the bell rang 
again. "I'll get it dear," he called again. 

Gordon as had everyone else had consumed a great quantity of alcohol. He 
found himself unable to get rid of the silly grin on his face. Even when he 
opened the door and found Don Sanderson standing there in all his pudgy, 
red-faced determination. 

"Oh... Don," he blurted out. 

"Yes... it's me... I've been trying to get hold of you for several days now 
to talk about a little proposition... " the perspiring real estate broker 
started out. 

"Well, Don... it's not the time... we're having a party now... come on 
out... have some drinks... a steak... there's plenty of food left... we can 
talk about whatever is, later... " 

The pudgy red-faced man never one to miss a free meal agreed instantly. He 
followed the handsome landowner out to the rear of the house... pleased that 
he was finally going to get his chance to talk about the sale of this 
property which he knew would bring him a very healthy commission. 

Gordon led the fat man who was still wearing his rumpled white suit through 
the spacious mansion. The handsome husband wisely took Sanderson straight 
over to the table where he got him a plate and watching smiling as the 
chubby man stacked his plate to the brim. 

"Let me get you a drink, Don... we've got quite a head start on you." 

"Fine, Gordon... make it a stiff one." 

"Oh, Mr. Sanderson," Mandy Parr giggled coyly, "that's what we're all 
looking for... good stiff ones." She sidled up to him half-drunkenly and 
poked him sharply in the ribs with her elbow, unable to resist the 
temptation. Her remark sent Gordon and the rest of the people into gales of 
uncontrollable laughter, for it was a joke around Montauk that Donald 
Sanderson was probably a virgin. The fat man was so uptight about any 
reference to sex that it made people go out of their way to tell him filthy 
jokes and make obscene references. "You better watch what you're saying, 
Mandy," Gordon West amused, his face wrinkling into a lewd mask of 
salaciousness. "You might just get it!" The host then went off into a fit of 
laughter seeing the look of horror on Sanderson's face as he continued 
stuffing his face with food. 

Sanderson took out his handkerchief and mopped his dripping brow. God 
almighty... did these people have no shame? 

But by the time Sanderson had finished devouring his third helpings of 
everything and refreshed himself with several more strong drinks, he found 
himself beginning to think that maybe these people weren't so disgusting 
after all. Ordinarily, the real estate agent would have found this behaviour 
outrageous... and he'd have been quick to voice his opinion. But, this hot 
summer evening, somehow, what did it matter? It all seemed so harmless, 
after all... these were quality people. Moneyed people! A state Don 
Sanderson had always aspired to... He found himself voyeuristically gazing 
around the garden at the couples who now seemed to have resumed the places 
they were in before his unexpected arrival. 

Now, there were certainly some fine looking young bodies gathered here 
tonight, he decided, his own face wrinkling up into a silly lewd grin. He 
just couldn't seem to hold on to that stern, business-like grimace that he 
had worked so hard for years to glue onto his pudgy face. None of it seemed 
to matter... he guessed he was just going to have to get his jollies by 
watching... it wouldn't be the first time... 

Gordon West didn't know when he'd ever had a more sexually stimulating day. 
First that thing with his own stepdaughter and now... He finally caught up 
with Mandy Parr, and he threw his arms around her from the rear, cuddling 
one of her maturely ripe breasts in the palm of each hand, while, at the 
same time, he pressed the full length of his hardened cock up against the 
crevice of her fully rounded ass-cheeks. 

"Oh, Gordon," the lithe red-haired wife cried in mock protest. "Whatever 
will your new bride say?" 

"You know... I never thought of asking her," the suave man exclaimed, 
totally unruffled by the question. They both laughed at his retort, but, 
nevertheless, each of them surreptitiously glanced around guiltily. The 
handsome steel executive kept his hands clasped over her wildly trembling 
breast, though... nor did he remove the throbbing shaft of his rampant penis 
from the warmly protective crevice of her buttocks. 

Almost at the same time, their muddled vision focused on the raven-haired 
wife of West. She was lying flat on her back on the ground with her skirt 
pulled up across her belly and the top of her dress folded down under her 
naked breasts. On top of her, with his face hidden in between her outspread 
thighs and his tongue flickering like heat lightning along her nakedly 
exposed cunt, was Dick Parr. His pants and shorts had been removed, and both 
the almost newly married husband and Parr's red-haired wife could barely 
make out the full length of his turgid cock as it pumped in and out of the 
sucking mouth of the helplessly prone woman beneath him. They could see her 
full cheeks ballooning out and sucking in alternately as she fairly devoured 
the skewering shaft plunging in and out of her fast-working mouth. 

"I don't think we have to ask how Pearl responds to all this... she's cool!" 
Gordon mumbled happily. 

"No," his partner giggled in reply. "She seems to fit into Montauk society 
very well." The couple started to laugh at the "in" joke. It was common 
knowledge in the area that swapping was the favorite sport among the wealthy 
couples. When they eventually recovered from their bout of laughter they 
found that they'd both dropped to the grass with the young husband's bony 
hands still clasped firmly on each of her firmly resilient breasts, and she 
was not sitting on his lap and wriggling unconsciously down onto the 
thickened rod of his fully erected penis. 

In moments and with a few minor adjustments of position West had removed his 
pants and undershorts and the red-haired woman was totally naked. Mandy lay 
back on the grass and reached over to where Gordon was still sitting. His 
cock was standing up rigidly, jutting out from his loins. Her hand moved to 
it and she began pumping and squeezing at it rhythmically, emitting low 
moans in time to her efforts. She could hear the older man's breathing 
increasing in tempo until he was panting with excitement. The thought 
crossed the mind of the prone woman that perhaps now was the time to tell 
Gordon how much she had waited for this moment. All the years of uncertainty 
when he had been their bachelor neighbor and she had wanted to ask him to 
join their frequent swinging parties with the other social set in Montauk. 

But it was precisely at that moment that the handsome neighbor leaned over 
her and ran his hands passionately over the upthrust breasts. "Oooooohhh... 
Gordon... " she moaned as she felt his fingers gently caressing the erected 
cones of her tingling brown nipples. And a moment later, one of his hands 
trailed down the satin-smooth skin of her rounded belly and buried itself in 
the steaming furrow of her cunt. 

"Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuggghhhhhh," she groaned salaciously, spreading her thighs 
wide apart. "Oooooohhh... Jesus... Gordon... don't stop." Her thoughts of 
telling him how long she had waited for his lovemaking vanished. It was 
happening now! Wasn't that enough? 

"Yes... yes... " she moaned, writhing up toward his probing middle finger as 
it wormed its way lewdly into her moistly pulsing crevice, parting the soft 
lips and centering momentarily on the tingling nub of her clitoris. Mandy 
whimpered pleadingly at the electrifying tough... all thought of her earlier 
demand about her husband's laziness in following up on things. She had 
managed it on her own, hadn't she. At least, she was in Gordon's arms! 

The sensual redhead continued to pump automatically at the other man's 
throbbing shaft of flesh as she ran the tips of her fingers over the spongy 
mushroom-like head, smearing the sticky drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid around 
her fingers and spreading it across the burning expanse of his cockhead. 

"Jesus... Mandy," Gordon blurted, clenching his eyes tightly shut and 
arching his back to relieve the excruciating pressure intensifying at a 
terrible pace inside his tautly trembling balls. He meant to tell her that 
if she kept that up he was going to cum, but his throat was dry and rasping, 
and he couldn't seem to get the words out. Instead, he reached down and 
pulled her hand away from his hotly straining cock and sat back on his 
haunches for a brief moment until the thundering pressure in his loins 
abated a little. The cool evening air struck the hotly rampant shaft of his 
turgid cock where her scorching hands clutched it. "Unnnnnnggggggggghhhhhh," 
the overheated man moaned in anguish. The relative cool of the air helped 
dissipate the almost overpowering urgency in his loins. 

When he was finally able to move again, he got to his knees and bent over 
the prostrate woman. He could feel the waves of salacious heat sweeping out 
from her molten cuntal area and blasting against his blood-swollen cock. His 
rigid thickness began to jerk spasmodically in response. Quickly, he reached 
under her thighs and lifted them high up into the air, and then he plunged 
forward, aiming his spear-like cock toward the bubbling volcanic center of 
that intense heat. The bulbous head of his dripping cock grazed the moistly 
smooth surface of her pussy lips and, in one stalwart thrust, it buried 
itself deep into the molten confines of her clutching vaginal passage. 

The handsome man flattened his naked body full length against the warmly 
welcoming pillow of the beautiful young red-haired neighbor. 

"Jesus... Mandeeeeeeeeeeee," he groaned as he felt the searing contact of 
her eager pussy enfolding the full length of his iron-hard cock in a hotly 
pulsating glove of hungry flesh. 

"Gordon... " Mandy moaned, "Your cock is fantastic... just like I knew it 
would be... " Every rippled nerve end of her trembling cunt was being 
massaged by the thick invading rod of penetrating flesh. 

The couple of adulterers lay still for a moment, wallowing in the blazing 
holocaust of their ravenous passion. But, quietly, as they lay together, 
they could not keep their genitals from trembling and pulsing. His turgid 
cock jerked spasmodically, and her clasping pussy responded by squeezing 
back each time. Within seconds, the handsome executive began a tentative, 
hesitant rocking movement, edging back a bare inch and plunging convulsively 
forward again into her rippling wet heat, ramming hard against the back wall 
of her fevered womb. 

"Lordie... " the red-haired wife muttered unthinkingly, "you're even better 
than I dreamed." 

Meanwhile, the fat real estate man sat at the table his appetite for food 
satiated but with a growing sexual appetite that was threatening to rip his 
baggy pants right down the middle. The voyeuristic uninvited guest just 
leered out at the incredible spectacle of these quality people not knowing 
just which couple to watch next. 

A short distance from Sanderson, Gordon's raven-haired new wife remained 
sprawled flat on her back on the grass, sucking ravenously on the skewering 
cock of her daughter's boyfriend's father. Dick, for his part, had his face 
buried in the torridly pulsing valley of Pearl's honeyed sweet cunt. His 
mouth was gaped wide to its fullest extent so that his lips were flattened 
against the warmly moist inner flesh of her splayed vaginal lips and her 
pussy hair tickled his chin. The handsome rich man plunged his searching 
tongue deep into the molten recesses of the other woman's eagerly responding 
cunt, and his rough shaven chin rasped in an almost unbearably excruciating 
manner across the sensitive tip of her throbbing clitoris. 

Only a part of the attention of the dark-haired wife's mind was focused on 
these lascivious titillations; the rest of her awareness was riveted on the 
mouth-cramming cock which was plunging in and out of her ovaled mouth at 
such a fearsome rate. One of her hands was cradled under the swollen sac of 
his hairy balls, caressing and squeezing them rhythmically with each thrust 
of his rapacious member. The other hand was pressed against the solid mound 
of his buttocks, her fingers digging in and pulling his loins down toward 
her greedy lips. God! She had always wanted to experience this... always... 
and always had been afraid before. 

Dick Parr's hammering cock was pounding furiously at the back of her throat, 
its bludgeoned head ramming relentlessly against her clasping throat 
muscles, and then pulling back as he caressed the swollen shaft with the 
rose-petal softness of her scorching lips, only to ram back frantically into 
the welcoming depths of her fiercely sucking mouth. She worked mindlessly, 
running her smooth rasping tongue around the exposed bulbous head of his 
invading member. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... oooooohhhh," she muttered, reveling in the twin 
sensations of the mouth-cramming cock and the multiple titillations of the 
face grinding furiously against her pussy. "This is much better than 
Bounder," she said inaudibly. 

Suddenly, the subject of the two lasciviously working women's attentions 
came bounding into the yard. He had continued his meanderings around the 
neighborhood after his amazing lust-filled time with Mandy Parr. He had 
slept for a little while, but then he decided he needed some company, and he 
naturally headed toward the backyard where he could hear the sounds that 
humans make. The insatiable dog felt like he could use a little loving too! 

Bounder first looked at Gordon West and the spread-eagled red-haired woman 
beneath him. He sniffed the familiar odor of feminine passion coming from 
all different directions in the yard, and it excited him, but before he 
could decide what to do about it, his keen eyes caught sight of the 
intertwined bodies of Pearl and another man. He moved closer and snuffed 
hungrily at the stimulating aroma of their lascivious labors. His moistly 
reddened dog-cock began to spring lustily from its protective sheath, and he 
began to whine quietly. 

But, suddenly, he caught sight of still another couple, and he hurried over 
to investigate. Brian and Helen had not been just twiddling their thumbs 
while the rest of the party were venting their passionate desires on each 
other. Both the teenage rich boy and the younger blonde teenaged nymphet had 
divested themselves of every stitch of clothing. As soon as they were 
completely naked, Brian had pulled the beautiful virgin on top of him, 
kissing her passionately and forcing his thickly wet tongue between the 
softly smooth lips of her welcoming mouth. Her own tongue met his in a 
thrilling contest of jabbing and curling that left them both panting and 
gasping for breath. 

Brian's strong arms were around Helen's back, and he pulled her naked young 
body down to him, crushing her firmly jutting breasts to his muscular chest. 
The full mounds of softly smooth flesh flattened against him, and her 
half-erected nipples jabbed at the rougher surface of his chest, sending 
little shivers of delight careening through her eagerly kindling loins. The 
massive length of his youthful raging cock was thrust up against the gentle 
mound of her innocent abdomen, impressing its awful hardness into her softly 
welcoming flesh. 

Without thinking about it, Helen spread her thighs, letting her legs slide 
slowly down to the outside of his long slender flanks. Now, she could feel 
the hot sac of his sperm-laden balls pressing up against her moistened pussy 
lips, the coarse hairs tickling salaciously against the sensitively pulsing 
crevice of her smoldering young cunt. "Ooooooohhh... god... Brian," she 
sighed. 

"You like it don't you-?" he panted, sticking his saliva-moistened tongue 
into her ear and tracing the delicate ridges. "You're really ready for 
it?... aren't you?" 

"God help me... yesssssssssssss," she hissed, and she found her hips inching 
forward slowly, rubbing against the hotly rigid pole of his cock, moving 
back and forth against it. And slowly, she raised herself up so that she was 
sitting on his stomach, her pussy lips spread open and the inner surfaces 
shoved flat against the extended length of his rigid young cock. Then she 
leaned down and whispered hesitantly into his ear, "I do want it!" Brian's 
whole youthful body reacted to that quiet announcement with a pulsating 
upthrust, and he almost shouted in her ear with joy. "Wow, babeeeeeeeeee," 
he cried, and crushed her in his arms. 

"Do you mind that I'm a virgin?" she asked coyly, knowing very well that he 
was almost delirious with enthusiasm, but she wanted to hear him say it. 
After all, virginity is a thing you only have once. Once gone, there's no 
second offering. It was, she decided, a decisive moment in her life, and she 
wanted to savor every precious moment of it! 

The husky youth hugged her tightly to him until she was gasping for breath. 
He rolled from side to side, hugging her and planting kiss after kiss all 
over her face and neck, and he paused a brief moment to nibble excitedly on 
one of her extended little nipples, nipping it gently with his teeth. "Oh, 
sweet baby, you'll never regret it," he assured her. "I'll make this the 
greatest for you!" 

Helen smiled delightedly to herself. Men were so silly and immature about 
these things. She wondered what Brian would say if she told him that she 
been ass-fucked by her stepfather this afternoon after she had told Brian to 
leave by the pool... Oh, well, that's over with... I'll never do it with him 
again... nor with Bounder, either... at least, I don't think so... 

The promiscuous fourteen year old blonde reached down between her trembling 
thighs then, and her hand curled lovingly around the hot turgid shaft of his 
penis, its surface smeared with the sticky secretions from her own 
passion-drenched pussy. She moved back a couple of inches and squatted down 
across his thighs as she lifted his iron-hard member, pulling it straight up 
from his loins, then she lifted her eager young body until her soft warm 
pussy lips just caressed the bulbous head of the boy's cock. She worked the 
spongy cock-head back and forth at the virginal entrance of her cunt, 
moistening it with the copious flow from her wetly palpitating pussy. Then 
she pushed his lust-swollen cock-head into the tightly gripping mouth of her 
virginal orifice, and slowly, a centimeter at a time... and all the while 
holding her breath... she began to torturously lower her nakedly tensed 
young body down onto his throbbing shaft of rigid flesh. 

It was at precisely that moment that Bounder appeared on the scene. He had 
already investigated the other two couples, occupied with their salacious 
activities, and now he came over to check out these two. Even before he got 
close to them, he could tell by the provocative odors that they were 
tremendously aroused. He trotted up to them just as Helen was beginning to 
lower herself apprehensively onto the upthrust pole of Brian's shuddering 
cock. The big dog was so overjoyed at seeing the teenaged blonde again that 
he was on her with one leap. He reared up and came down with both forepaws 
on her shoulders with all his weight. 

The shocked youngster immediately lost all her careful control over her 
determined descent, and she plunged down with one fearful lunge until her 
hotly gushing pussy was resting flat against the mesh of curly pubic hair at 
the base of the boy's towering cock. Helen let out one long protesting wail 
of frustrated anguish as the searing shock of the fierce penetration ripped 
away all trace of her carefully preserved virginity. The force of her sudden 
downward plunge knocked the breath out of the boy beneath her so that he 
half-doubled up in dumbfounded pain. "What...?" he grunted holding his belly 
protectively in disbelief. 

And then Brian caught sight of Bounder standing behind her, wagging his tail 
and cocking his head to one side, wondering what all the commotion was 
about, the teenage boy immediately understood what was going on! He took 
Helen in his arms tightly and began to soothe her with soft kisses and 
gentle murmurings. In just a few minutes, they both became aware once more 
that, whatever else had happened, his blood-swollen cock was still firmly 
ensconced to its fullest extent inside the tightly clasping confines of her 
sensually awakening cunt. The realization on his part caused his invading 
member to jerk spasmodically, but so tightly was her never-before-entered 
cunt clamping solidly around every inch of his cock, that it barely moved. 

The slight movement that his cock made and the added pressure that it 
exerted against the moist ridges of her sensitive pussy caused the 
distraught blonde to moan, half in anguish and half in pleasure. 
'Ooooooohhhhhh," she moaned... 

"Brian... you're so... big... too big!" 

"And you're so fucking tight... uuunnnnnnggghhh," Brian groaned, gritting 
his teeth and thrusting upward. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she groaned, and then she started to feel a warm, 
radiating wisp of pleasure emanating from the head of his skewering cock. 
"Mmmmmmmmm... uuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, and she wiggled her hips 
experimentally, only to receive another faint twinge of pleasure pulsing 
outward from her trembling cunt. Within moments, she was raising up and 
lowering herself rhythmically, each time generating another, more intensely 
building spasm of excruciating pleasure, which spread further and further 
from the impaled cavern of her cunt til it began to sweep over her entire 
body in rippling shocks of blazing ecstasy. 

Bounder, meanwhile, sat by for several minutes until the ruckus he had 
caused died down. Then he stood up and once more began sniffing around the 
exposed loins of his two youthful friends. Suddenly, his nose found the tiny 
rosebud of the blonde-haired teenager's anus, nestling between her parted 
ass-cheeks. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh," she winced as his cold nose brushed 
against that tender part of her already abused anatomy. She tried to pull 
away, but she couldn't move because she was impaled so firmly on her young 
lover's turgid cock. The dog hesitantly brought his long moist tongue out 
and began to lick assiduously at the puckered little opening. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Helen sighed once more. That did feel good! Her rear-end was 
still sore from the salacious fucking she had gotten from her stepfather 
only a few hours earlier, but the hot wetness of Bounder's eager tongue 
soothed the raw spot and began sending lascivious thrill of forbidden 
pleasure spinning off to meet the blazing waves of excitement spewing 
outward from her cuntal area. 

But now Bounder wanted more than just to lick. He climbed up on the back of 
the fourteen year old girl, placing his forepaws across her shoulders once 
again, and he humped his haunches frantically against her spread buttocks. 
The wet red shaft of his excited cock was jutting out along his belly, and 
he was trying desperately to plant it in some nice, warm hole. 

The almost delirious teenaged blonde was vaguely aware of the pounding 
against her soft buttocks, but she didn't give it any thought, so intent she 
was on what was happening in her throbbing cunt. It was not until one of 
Bounder's random lunges succeeded and his long tapering cock suddenly 
plunged directly into her still raw anal opening, that the girl awoke to 
what was really happening back there. 

"No... Bounder... no," she suddenly protested, reaching back to try to 
dislodge the rapacious animal from her rectum. But it was already too late; 
his heatedly moistened penis was plunging up to its fullest length, deep up 
into the warm buttery confines of her so-recently plundered anal passage. 
"Aaaaaauuuuuunnnnnnggggggggg," the tortured girl groaned. 

Don Sanderson's eyes almost bugged out from his piggy sockets. Jesus! Even 
that kid was getting fucked... and she was getting fucked in the ass by a 
dog as well as by that teenage brat, Brian Parr. The fat man was perspiring 
profusely by this time and he didn't know what he was going to do about his 
rampaging prick... he was almost beside himself with lust. 

Poor Helen! Nothing she could do helped in the slightest to dislodge the 
determined animal, and she finally gave up and began to relax a little. As 
soon as she stopped struggling the rawness within her rectum seemed to 
disappear miraculously and gave way to little pulsing spasms of delight. She 
was being fucked by two cocks at the same time! It was so wicked! And 
abruptly, she realized, she was beginning to build up to a frenzied orgasm. 
She was helplessly impaled from both sides now. Brian's blood-swollen cock 
skewering into her wildly throbbing pussy, and now, the big dog's rampant 
pole of animal flesh plunging in and out of her rectal channel. The two 
raging cocks seemed almost to be rubbing against each other inside of her... 
both of them ramming far up into her quivering belly. 

The utter depravity of her position, the fire of her passion, and she felt 
the lightning-like shocks of ecstasy streaking wildly throughout her body as 
finally she dissolved into a shuddering orgasm that seemed to go on and on 
forever. At the same moment, the huge dog shot his sputtering dog cum in 
searing spurts far up into the depths of her bowels, and at almost the same 
moment, Brian convulsed in an explosion of wild intensity. 

"Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuugggggghhh," the beautiful blond fourteen year old virgin 
cried out, "I'm... ccccuuuuuuuuu... 
ccccccuuuuuuuuu-mmmmmm-mmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggg! " Brian yelled in excruciating 
pleasure. 

Bounder too added his own whimpering yowl to their combined screams. 

Everyone was so busy screaming out their orgasmic joy that they failed to 
hear the doorbell. 

"I can't wait to have Bounder back," Amelia Sampson was saying to herself as 
she stood on the front porch of the West's home ringing the bell. "I'm so 
glad my daughter got better... thank god... tonight I'll be with my dog." 

"What's keeping these people... the lights are all on... they must be 
home... maybe they didn't hear the bell... she rang it again, insistently 
this time... nothing happened... 

"Well, I'm going around the back to investigate," she said aloud. Still 
panting from her walk up the West's long drive, she hitched up her skirts 
and trudged around the back of the house to the pool area. When she saw the 
salacious spectacle she almost had a coronary attack on the spot! But the 
panting woman didn't have time to react to anything! In a brief moment the 
lust-maddened corpulent form of Don Sanderson was upon her. 

"Oh, Amelia... forgive me... I can't help myself... I'm crazy about you," he 
panted furiously as he pushed her to the ground and hoisted up her skirts 
while at the same time removing his constricting trousers. 

The fat widow woman lay back on the grass. It had been years... ! 

At the same time, across the garden, Gordon West gasped out his own 
agonizing cry of triumph. "I'm... uuuuuuhhh... just... Mandeeeeeeeeeeee... 
here I... cum...!" 

And beneath him, the lovely redheaded wife screamed out, adding her cries to 
the din, "Oh darling you're making me cum... toooooooooooo." 

Elsewhere in the garden of the estate, both Pearl and Dick reached their 
respective orgasms. Dick spluttered and panted into the moistened depths of 
the cunt he was literally devouring, but he moaned in a loud wailing tone, 
"uuuuuummmmmmmmm... and Gordon West's ravishing dark-haired wife choked and 
gasped as the violently shuddering cock in her mouth spewed forth its heated 
load of cum which she swallowed greedily, at the same time moaning out the 
excited pleasure of her own blinding orgasm. 

Everyone was so happy where their new partners that it was much later that 
they all collapsed in gales of laughter when they saw the two twitching 
masses of blubber rutting like pigs in a barnyard in oblivious ecstasy. It 
was doubtful that Amelia Sampson would need the attentions of her loving 
Bounder except as supplemental diversion! 


THE END
