A CHILDISH VIRGIN
By Grace Wilkinson


Chapter 1

She had found him all by herself and probably nobody else in the whole world knew he
was even there! Of course, she knew that the reason hermits came to live in the Maine
woods was so that no one would know where they were. And he certainly was a hermit
in his tar paper shack and his garden spread around the shack, close enough so he
could control the amount of scavenging the wild animals could get away with. Elaine
was so excited! It was very hard to find a hermit. In fact, no one she knew had ever
found one before although it was common knowledge that there were many of them
hidden in the woods. She did her best to be very quiet and not let him know she was
around. Her dog, King, was under strict orders not to make a sound or he could not
accompany her on subsequent visits. She supposed that he had built his shack and
moved here in order to get away from other people although it was difficult for the
eleven year old girl to imagine how a man could get tired of people and want to live all
by himself. She had no one her own age to play with outside of school time, and she
had often dreamed, when she was much younger, that when she grew up she would
move into town where there would be other children to play with. Now that she was
eleven, she knew that when she grew up she wouldn't want to play with children, but
she hadn't understood that when she was small, she thought with a wry smile. There
were a lot of things she had not understood in the old days. There were even things she
didn't quite understand now like why her little titties were beginning to grow when the
other girls at school were still so flat.
But that problem wasn't as interesting right now as her finding a real live hermit, a real
kindly looking man, at that. His hair was a sandy brown and hung to his shoulders,
and both his hair and beard looked neatly combed. The way she had found him was
that she had gone looking for blueberries, not hermits. On the way through the woods
toward the wide clearing where the power lines butt through all the way from Bangor
making a kind of valley in the trees that encouraged an abundance of high bush, dark
and juicy blueberries, she had noticed what looked like a very old cart road that she had
never spotted before. It was so overgrown with weeds and bushes that she wasn't really
sure it was more than just a hump in the earth. However, being bored, she decided to
follow the hump for awhile to see if it really led anywhere. Surprisingly, it really had
been a cart road maybe a century before and led to an abandoned house that the
brambles had literally tom apart. The walls were separated as though they had been
tugged apart at the seams by giants. There had been boards tom out of them as well as
out of the floor. The rest of the floor was mostly buckled by undergrowth, and a lot of
the roof had caved in.
This was not where Elaine Nash found her hermit for no one could possibly live in a
house so rotted and tom asunder. She didn't even dare go in but poked around a little
outside while King tried unsuccessfully to flush the squirrels out of the brambles. There
were three little white gravestones at the edge of what was once the clearing, and the
latest date on them was 1635. It was because of finding the gravestones, that Elaine
discovered her hermit. When she made her way over to examine them, she thought she
saw another building through the trees. Calling King, she started boldly toward it when
she saw com waving in the air. She had never heard of com growing wild and even if it
did, she thought, the deer would never leave it standing to get that high!
Keeping King close by her side, she approached the little tar paper shack more
cautiously. Yes, there was smoke curling from a pipe in the roof and wet clothing
hanging on a line strung between two trees. A little fearful, the eleven year old curled
her little fingers through her big German shepherd's collar, not to restrain the dog but
to reassure herself of his protection. Together they crept up to a window with the same
kind of distorted glass that she had found in the rotting house behind them. It was
obvious that to build this place, someone had tom the materials from the larger house.
Elaine bent down and whispered in the dog's ear.
"Sit!" she hissed quietly, and she herself peered into the dim room through the best
pane of glass she could find.
Elaine had approached the house from the north, and it was just about when she
peeked in that a tall man inside opened his door on the east to let the morning sunlight
flood the little room. He was dressed in worn but clean underwear and was cooking
something on a little round wood stove that Elaine had never seen used before by
anyone! There were lots of them in stores and things, but they were decorations, she
had thought! Suddenly he lifted the battered old cover from the black fry pan he was
using, then picked up the pan and knocked the contents out of it onto a towel on the
table near the east window. It looked like a kind of lumpy bread. Next he broke and
fried about three eggs. Elaine was fascinated by each homely detail. She had already
guessed that he was a hermit, and it made her feel very knowledgeable indeed to know
exactly what hermits ate for breakfast!
As soon as the eggs were finished and on his plate, he lifted a huge kettle and placed
that on the fire to heat. Then he sat down on a stool to eat. Meanwhile, King began to
nudge Elaine's legs and whine.
"Sssshhhhhh!" she shushed him quietly but sternly and then followed his gaze. Several
chickens were peering around at the intruders from behind trees, and the coop she
could see in the distance. "No, King," she told him emphatically. "You mustn't!"
It was very difficult indeed for King to obey his young mistress. Rarely did she stop him
from chasing whatever he wished, from snakes to raccoons to baby foxes or whatever
else he could find in the deep woods of Maine. Only occasionally she said no. For
example, she never let him chase those round looking creatures with thousands of
needles sticking out of them in every direction, nor would she let him tree the pretty
cats with the black and white stripes and the bushy tails. She not only stopped him but
did so hysterically, he noticed. This time there was no hysteria. To chase those chickens
was not the same as the other forbidden animals, but something in her eye was very
definite. King sighed like an unjustly whipped child and lay down, his nose on one paw,
his eyes watching carefully for any change of mind that might flash through his
mistress's face.
The man inside finished his breakfast and took his pan and dish out the door. Elaine
froze, even holding her breath as best she could, but he did not find her. Instead, he
came in for a ladle' full of water from the pot on the stove and almost immediately after
taking the water out, returned with his cleaned pot and dish.
King sighed heavily once more, adding a touch of whine to make himself more audible.
Elaine looked down crossly at the big dark-faced dog. Maybe she ought to take him
away. Who knows what this strange man might do if he found them. She was safe with
King unless he had a gun, and there was no reason to even suspect he didn't.
Everybody in Maine had a gun! So she took one last look inside the little shack. She
saw that the man had moved the big pot of water onto the floor now and had removed
his tee shirt. He was going to wash, she guessed. What she did not guess was that he
would also take off his shorts!
Immediately the little eleven year old girl forgot all about King. It was impossible to be
eleven years old these days and not have seen pictures of what her friend Judy called
peckers or men's pricks. She had seen those right in the drugstore. But she had never
seen a real one, and her mouth gaped with curiosity. It seemed to be a little bigger than
she had expected, at least at rest, like this one was. She knew they got bigger when they
were all bloated with lust. Then they were masterful and fearsome looking, something
she was convinced might be very bruising on her tender young ass if it ever did the
things Judy said. But this man's prick appeared thick even at rest. Even now, hanging
curved and even dangerous looking above the testicles, it appeared bloated and fat and
was traced all over and around with pulsating blue veins.
Then something very strange began to happen to Elaine as she watched the man wash
his lithe muscular body. She shook some length of dark hair out of her pretty green
eyes and blew it off to the side for she had to see every little detail of his toilet. As his
hands rubbed the soap and water over his body, it was as though something were
rubbing her own body in the same way. Warm, intoxicating stirrings seemed to be
skipping around under her skin, awakening nerve after nerve. The very air was
caressing her, and she could feel her loins tingling irrelevantly, out of control. It was a
weird kind of hunger, similar to that which she had sometimes felt, looking at those
pictures of naked men in the drugstore. Judy said it meant she was hot and wanted to
cum! It had never felt all that "hot" to her before, but it sure did now!
She found that what she really wanted most to do was to take off all her clothes and go
inside with this strange man and wash herself with him. Maybe he would wash her!
And as her hands began to itch with the imaginary touch of what his skin must be like,
she knew she wanted to wash him! But then, they wouldn't just wash but would touch
each other in lots of places... all over, especially touching between their legs. Oh, it felt
good even to think about it, but Elaine knew that she must not do any such thing! Far
from washing her, he would probably spank her and send her home!
Well, she rationalized, it would probably hurt anyway! She was by now dreaming of his
prick inside of her. Thinking of it like that seemed most to satisfy her urgent pubescent
desires. The yearning she had for the naked man bathing inside the little shack began to
be mitigated by a vague fear that real intercourse with a real pecker inside her itching
cunt would rip her tender virginal pussy to bloody shreds. She wondered if all men's
pricks were the same size outside of magazine pictures. If they were, how could they
possibly fit into the small, tender opening which existed down there between her
smooth young legs within that little vee of pink silken flesh? No, it was unthinkable to
consider real sex with her hermit or any other real man since it would probably kill her.
Disconsolately, she looked away from the window and down at King, who still had one
eye on her and the other on the chickens, who were getting bolder now that it was clear
the dog was under control. He gave one lurch at a particularly saucy little chicken that
stared at him straight in the eye, but Elaine held his collar tightly. It was time to go. If
she came back again, maybe she ought to leave King at home. No, she didn't dare do
that because of the possibility of danger. After all, she wasn't sure that the man was
harmless, however gentle he seemed when by himself! Maybe she ought not to come
back at all! As her friend Judy often expressed it, she was feeling soooooo sexyyyyyyy!
Turning away from the little shack, she led her disappointed shepherd back the way
they came. Blueberries were the farthest thing from her mind now! The brilliant
morning sunshine streamed through every opening in the trees, and a soft pleasant
breeze was bringing out the tree squeaks as the branches of the firs and oaks and
maples rubbed against each other. No, she was not thinking of blueberries but of a
spongy glade she knew where no one else came. It was her own private playhouse and
over the years she had built up a bed and chairs out of pine and fir needles. There was
just no place in the world that was so comfortable or smelled so sweet, especially when
she had a problem or simply wanted to be alone... outside of King, of course.
She went there now, the flame in her body not subsiding at all, the way it did in the
drugstore. Of course, she had never felt it so fiercely before! It was strange how she
could feel every hair from her head as it cascaded in a dark waterfall over her shoulders
and down her tanned back. She could swear she could feel the very freckles on her pert
little nose! Every one of her nerves was fitfully alive. The light little halter and the
shorts that protected the little body that had started only lately to blossom into the
beginnings of womanhood, rubbed irritatingly against her sensitized skin. She was
going to have a lush young body very soon. Any interested observer could have seen it
for her little tits were beginning to round and at the moment, her taut rosy nipples
showed clearly through the thin nylon of her halter. Her waist was beginning to slim
and lengthen, and the satin soft little mound of her pussy was swelling gently upward
from between her full-developing thighs. It would not be long before the boys were
whistling at her the way they did at her older friend, Judy.
Elaine looked forward to looking like Judy because she attracted attention wherever she
went. She knew that by fall, she too would have the eyes of the town on her depravity
inciting young body, with her long black hair floating behind her as she walked. People
admired her now for her sparkle. She had just a few freckles and the green eyes of her
father, although he disappeared a couple of years ago and it was hard to remember him.
But she had her mother's coal black hair, that glistened a kind of burnt umber in the
sunlight. And her emerald eyes glittered like the morning dew on the grass beneath her
thick black lashes. Her smooth, soft skin was evenly tanned from a summer spent
mostly out of doors.
Her little grove in the firs looked especially cool and inviting to her heated little body
today. Without a second thought, she took off her clothes and lay them under her on
her bed of sweet smelling needles. As she lay down, she relished the comfort of the
breeze caressing her like a blanket. Her eyelashes flickered almost shut so that she saw
the outside world in a play of light and shadow. She recalled her hermit washing
himself and washing himself and finally turning toward her. He was holding his
massive prick in one hand, lifting it up over his mature hair-covered testicles, not even
wearing a towel before her but totally naked. His eyes glowed wildly just like King's did
when they were playing together with his ball. She wondered if he would really look at
her like that someday! Well, probably she would never even meet him, but she could
dream about it. And so in a half-dream half-hallucination, the hermit was standing
before her with his pecker in his hand, the same milky droplets glistening in the small
opening at its peak as she had seen in a picture Judy had, and his eyes shining brightly
with desire. His prick was even larger than in the shack. It was, in fact, quite huge,
thick and swollen with blood, and covered with a roadmap tracery of throbbing blue
veins. Elaine's nostrils flared, and she felt her heart palpitate swiftly, a vein throbbing
openly in her smooth tanned temple. Instinctively, her trembling fingers moved lightly
down over the heaving mounds of her shapely tits, down over her nicely curved belly,
then down over her satin pubic mound between her shivering legs.
As her young fingers slipped in through the smooth, moist opening of her cuntal lips
and further still toward her softly insucking cuntal mouth, a soft gurgle rose from her
throat. Elaine began breathing heavily as she pushed her fingers in through the velvet
smooth wetness, then pulled them out again with an ennervating little gasp. Her
unseeing eyes flew open for a minute and then fluttered closed again as her middle
finger began to slip faster in and out of the warmly seeping slit of her pussy. What a
strange thing to be doing to herself, even if Judy had said it was all right. But strange or
not, there was no way she could stop doing it now!
Memories of the hermit with his lithe muscular body returned and he became her lover.
He came to her with his immense prick pulsing in his hand, spread her lovely legs wide
apart, and struggled forward with his slightly hairy legs in order to seek entrance in the
warm moist opening of what Judy had called her "cunt." For some time now she had
thought of it as that, although in school, she had learned that it was a vagina. Maybe it
was the exciting way Judy said it as opposed to the nervous way her teacher had used
the term that made Elaine prefer the word cunt.
Judy had even been the one to tell her where babies came from, and boy had she felt
dumb! But Elaine's mother never told her anything so she was glad somebody bothered.
That was what had escalated her curiosity about the men in the magazines in the
drugstore, too. Then one thing led to another, and she began getting very friendly with
the older Judy, asking her all the questions on her mind and getting all the answers she
needed to start dreaming of the time when her little cunt would have the chance to
clasp a male prick within its hot sexy grasp. That was before she saw the real one,
however. Now she was wary and content with just a dream.
Suddenly King startled her with a small woof and a plunge across the grove toward the
trees that lined it. A squirrel, Elaine guessed. But then, for some reason, her sex
drugged mind turned to the image of the powerful shepherd. He was such a good and
obedient dog. She had had him since he was a little puppy. Her father had given him to
her just before he went away. She didn't know what she would do without King. They
had so much fun playing together, and there was no one else. He was a kind dog and
very affectionate to her.
It seemed to Elaine that he had grown up awfully fast. Now he was powerful and quite
adult, with a strong masculine personality emanating from his handsome dark canine
features. No harm would ever come to her while King was around. That was for sure.
He had a strong guardian quality about him, forbidding to other people except her and
her mother but friendly and loving to his two mistresses. He stood guard like the FBI
over the President, for heaven's sake! Elaine sometimes wondered why the President
bothered with the FBI when he could afford a whole pile of Kings!
The dozing girl's fingers moved faster and faster through the warm slippery folds of her
young cunt as a groan of exquisite joy escaped her parted lips. But how had she started
thinking of King? Her hermit was the one she wanted to think of. He was the one who
had turned her on. King could only be a distraction. King would rather lap her face
than put his dog-prick in her cunt!
As her fingers now moved with increasing urgency within the hot wet folds of her
pussy, there was a sharp intake of breath through the eleven year old's gasping lips. The
nipples of her new tits seemed to be tingling with heat, and the entire triangle of her
loins was fluttering and full of butterflies racing around in wild disarray. Her throbbing
tits rose and fell irregularly, alive with emotion. She saw again her hermit, large as life
leaning over her, moving down onto her open body, grating his hairy chest all over her
heaving tits and nipples, rubbing her smooth tanned skin with his rougher flesh,
breathing hotly into her face, his enormously swollen cock sliding forward inside, in
through the sensitive wet hole of her hotly grasping young cunt, fucking forward,
electrifying her hypersensitive little pink clitoris with his barest touch, massaging it
around agonizingly in a way that made her beautiful dark head strain backward, her
mouth open echoing sharp, urgent little cries, the muscles and veins in her neck
standing out, pulsating with an as yet unquenched desire, striving for an impossibly
beautiful orgasm with fire crackers going off in her cunt, like Judy described it. To think
she hadn't believed Judy, not one bit!
Then suddenly there was something else! Her nostrils flared wider. Her breathing came
more hotly until she was actually panting! Her mental vision of the hermit was being
replaced by King!
A new memory recurred to her now as her mind conjured up the faithful dog, not
having sex with her, of course, but performing with another dog, as she watched him
do only last week. It was Mrs. Duggin's dog, a terrier mongrel of some sort. Elaine had
never seen them together before but they were obviously well acquainted, she had
thought. And she had not been able to tear her eyes away as King's shining red penis
had slid so smoothly from its dark furry sheath between his legs as he attempted to
mount the other dog, both of them panting with their red tongues hanging out. So
effortlessly had the dog's penis slid into the bitch's cunt that there was hardly any
positioning to do at all. Then King had gone ahead, pummeling the other dog in a mad,
frantic fuck, panting like crazy as his forepaws held him hunched obscenely over her
back.
Elaine had felt her own breath coming very fast watching them, her loins warming
inexplicably, though not as much as now. She had never seen or imagined King as a
sexual being before, and it came as something of a shock to see him engaging in such a
highly-charged, passionate enterprise, although afterward she had wondered at her own
surprise. After all, she had learned in school that even snails had sex with each other
even though they got each other pregnant instead of just one of them! Yet it was odd to
discover that her beloved King could engage so enthusiastically in such a practice
especially because Mrs. Duggin's dog did not belong to the family! It had made Elaine
just a little jealous.
She had watched him though, right through to completion, her mouth holding
helplessly slack and unable to speak. Then she had noticed something else, which came
back to her now with special force. King's beautiful expressive brown eyes were
fastened on his lovely young mistress the whole time! Perhaps that had been his way of
reassuring her that he was not being disloyal at all but that he couldn't help himself,
just as Elaine couldn't help herself now!
Elaine groaned in her deepening dream of lust, her middle finger moving swiftly in and
out of the moistly sucking passage of her hungry cunt. She had started off thinking of
her hermit with his sandy brown hair and manly body, but now she was thinking of
King, her sleek dark German shepherd. Thinking of what he had done to Mrs.
Duggin's female dog right in front of her eyes, his hips moving relentlessly back and
forth, his soft brown eyes fastened upon her as his burning red prick disappeared into
the other dog, then came out again, sleek and glistening, out to its full thick length, but
all at such a furious pace that it took her breath away... took her breath away now! She
had gulped and imagined... but no! Then there had been the same tingling, that fierce,
mindless tickle in her loins, with King panting away!
"Oh, King! Ooooohhhhhhhh!" she found herself whispering huskily, her fingers
moving in and out with increasing speed in what Judy called a finger-fuck. Then she
was thinking of her hermit again, and it was he who was fucking in and out of her
devouring cunt hole, his hungry wet mouth clamped down on hers, kissing her soft
succulent lips demandingly, his hips working in a mad rhythm, and then... then...
thennnnn!
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" she exploded, twisting and turning on the bed of pungent
needles as if in the grip of some obscene, body and soul-devouring woods monster. A
wave of feeling combining aching pleasure with the sheerest agony washed through her
shivering body from toenails to hair ends, momentarily convulsing her hot young flesh
and making her cry out as if fighting off an invisible attacker, her hand continuing to
fuck furiously within the burning confines of her churning young cunt. Then there was
one long, endlessly drawn-out groan from her parched young lips, and a cascade of
perspiration exposed itself on her smooth young skin, joining a post-climactic rash
which had traveled swiftly up her arms and right to the base of her throat. She groaned,
moaned and whined, her voice fading away little by little as she managed only slowly to
loosen herself from the blinding outswell of her dream-induced orgasm. It was some
time before her dark-lashed green eyes opened again and she found herself staring at
the blue summer sky, her body awash with perspiration, her lovely face flushed and
warm, her thighs weak and trembling. Her loins felt an unusual serenity as they lay
nakedly exposed to the sweet summer air, that even in August was still warmish. Elaine
lay quiet and content with a small surfeit of remaining pleasure echoing softly through
the confines of her young thighs.
"Oh, gosh," she breathed huskily, gulping as the force of her first orgasm brought her
fully awake. She tried to remember what it was that she had been thinking of in
connection with King, but now it seemed to escape her. It was something about Mrs.
Duggin's dog. Oh, yes! She remembered. But why had she thought of King while she
was making love to herself? She had started thinking of her hermit and that's the way
she should have thought right through because he was a man and naked, he was sexy.
All King was an affectionate, loyal dog! Maybe it was because she was doing the same
thing and getting the same satisfaction that King had done that day!
But now her thoughts wandered back to the man in the shack hidden from everyone
there in the woods. A thousand desires and a thousand questions crowded into her
mind in a big turmoil. What a temptation it was to tell someone, especially Judy. Yet
she was afraid of spoiling everything, for stronger than her desire to tell was a desire to
make a friend of him and perhaps, who knows, a lover. That was the way to do it, no
doubt. How did he live in the winter and in the spring before his vegetables were
grown? Perhaps he had dug an old fashioned vegetable cellar. Where her mother came
from in the north, everyone had those, so her mother told her once. Then there was
that funny bread he had in the fry pan. She had never heard of putting bread in a fry
pan before. Perhaps he was just warming it up although she had noticed that it had
popped out the shape of the pan. Her curiosity and her feelings seemed to take turns.
He had such gleaming teeth, she thought. He must go to a dentist! He must by
toothpaste somewhere! Maybe he was only a part-time hermit. His sandy hair was
evenly cut at the shoulders and his beard was neatly trimmed. His broad shoulders had
looked especially strong when they were wet. His long legs and narrow hips looked
sleek and energetic. He didn't look like the "lazy bums" she had heard hermits
characterized as by the town people. In fact, she decided, he put most of the people she
knew to shame! What a luscious man.
She cupped her newly rounding young tits softly in her hands and brushed away some
pine needles that had stuck to her perspiration-soaked skin. She was sure that if her
hermit saw her like this, he would want her as much as she wanted him! Ah, but what
was the use of dreaming! Yet it wasn't her fault she was so sexed up! He was the one
who had stripped naked and bathed in his kitchen right in front of her! If he hadn't
done that, she never would have dreamed of playing with herself, and she wouldn't
have known what it was that she now wanted more than ever, but next time with
someone else instead of alone!
Then into her young mind once more crept, not the hermit, but King, and she recalled
the way she had been thinking about her dog. She glanced at him now. He had sat
down at the edge of the woods, looking into it casually, panting innocently as though
his mind were as far from squirrels as it could be. Yes, his mind was on squirrels, Elaine
thought with a smile. She was sitting propped on her elbows and as a soft breeze blew
over her, she noticed how the strawberry nubs of her nipples hardened and seemed to
lift, and she wondered if she would ever again be interested in squirrels.


Chapter 2

After awhile Elaine's stomach began to rumble with hunger, and she thought of the
blueberries that she had started out to gather earlier this morning. She had suffered a
terrible craving for blueberry pancakes for breakfast, and since there were no berries in
the house, she decided that she would definitely have them for lunch. But, of course,
her craving for blueberries had subsided only to be replaced by a very different desire.
Now that the new desire was temporarily satisfied, she was dreaming of blueberries
again, especially in pancakes or muffins or pie. How. she wished she knew how to make
a blueberry pie! Her mother didn't seem to have the energy to make anything anymore,
since her father left.
Jumping to her feet, the eleven year old child brushed all the needles from her delicate
skin and put on her shorts and halter. King joined her excitedly. He was much more
apt to find little animals to chase if they were walking. All the nearby creatures of the
woods knew exactly where he was now and the pickings were certainly lean.
On her way toward the blueberry clearing, Elaine wondered if her hermit knew about
the blueberries. Suddenly she realized that one way to approach him was to bring him
some berries and ask if he would like her to show him where he could pick them for
himself. If it was terribly important that he never be seen by anyone else, she could
assure him that she had never seen anyone else in the clearing where she picked. What
an excellent idea, she bubbled to herself, her heart skipping with hope.
"Shall we get some extra blueberries for the hermit?" she asked King, a new lilt to her
voice as she saw the possibility brighten of a successful relationship with her new-found
friend, who didn't know yet that he had a friend in the whole world!
For young Kevin Whitney had retired into the woods right after his divorce, a divorce
he had by no means wanted. At the very moment that Elaine and King were starting
toward the blueberry clearing, the young, thirty year old Kevin was reliving with love
and affection for his former beautiful brunette wife, the hot grasping feeling of her cunt
as he slid his long thick cock deeply inside. He didn't remember exactly when she had
changed, but he didn't want those memories anyway. He preferred to recall when she
adored him, those days when her mother wasn't on their backs about how much money
he wasn't making. He remembered those blissful days.
"Kevin! Oh, Kevin!" she would gasp, working her hips desperately in order to milk his
enormous blood-bloated rod of flesh of every last thrill and every last drop of scalding
hot sperm. She had been on the pill ever since their marriage and they had no children,
but he knew she delighted and felt an exquisite thrill whenever she felt that lust-heated
semen squirting up inside of her. Christ, maybe it was his fault they broke up. His fault
for not standing firm on his own beliefs. Listening to his mother-in-law, he began to
feel guilty and increasingly preoccupied and distracted when they were making love.
She had accused him of thinking of someone else, but he was only suffering with a
guilty suspicion that he was taking and enjoying something he didn't really deserve.
Their little apartment bedroom was studded with mirrors. They had put them up
together, laughing and making lewd remarks to each other.
Naturally, they always made love with the lights on so they could see each other's
bodies moving, his shining prick fucking in and out through the slickly drenched folds
of her devouringly burning cunt in the mirrors that surrounded them on the walls on
all sides. It had been an integral part of their excitement, watching themselves fuck each
other like this, in whatever position they were doing it in. When she used to suck on
his magnificent hard cock, he used to see her glancing into one of the mirrors to watch
herself. Often he would be probing his fingers into the warm moist slit of her pussy
while she sucked lovingly on the rigidly veined solidness of his desire-thickened cock.
Gently he would stroke the hot tingling lips of her cunt, and this would drive her wild,
until she could hardly feel his cum squirting out to flood deliciously against the back of
her hungry throat.
Then too, he knew she liked to watch when he licked and nibbled at the fiercely
sensitive outskirts of her burning cunt, fucking his tongue in a snake-like slide deeply
into her clasping hot cunt in order to draw ecstatic little gasps from her hoarsely
struggling throat. All this mirror-watching was a fiercely erotic part of their love-making
and had lent tremendously to their mutual excitement all through the years. They could
watch themselves, no matter what their position was or what they were doing.
But then suddenly he could no longer make love to her in the light. He couldn't look at
her, not until he figured out whether he was right or wrong in wanting to spend more
time with her and less at work. Her mother wanted grandchildren, and although his
wife claimed she didn't care one way or the other, perhaps she had wanted a child. He
saw no reason why they couldn't have one but neither did he see the rush or the
necessity for vast amounts of money to raise it with. Yet he realized now that his
sudden preference for making love in the dark must have been a sign to her that he
wanted to imagine he was making love to someone else. He had lied, telling her it was
simply a new experience that he wanted. He should not have lied about it. You can feel
a lie in the air but not what the lie is about. By lying, he had allowed her suspicions of
his infidelity to be confirmed. It had been stupid of him.
She must have had some terribly tormenting thoughts as she worked her hips around
and around his skewering prick, groaning lewdly just the same, feeling the enormity of
her possibly unfaithful husband's cock fucking so achingly m and out of her burning
cunt. She had often told him how she loved being dredged out by his huge and
dominating cock. She had always told him such wonderful things as well as how much
she loved him and would be passionately devoted to him all the rest of her life. Even
when they were just teenagers, his cock had seemed gigantic to her and she would run
her finger along the rough, cunt-rippling little ridges of his veins and laughingly refer to
it as his washboard! He hadn't even known what a washboard was until she drew a
picture for him and described the metal ridges that people used to wash their clothes
against. Now he owned one!
He had no inkling that there was anything going amiss in their love-making. He had
thought all the problems were his. When had he ceased to be a husband and lover
without equal to her? When did she stop telling him that her loins were aching for him
at the most delicious and peculiar moments? He would see her lingering over the
kitchen sink washing dishes and daydreaming aimlessly, and his mouth would water
only to have her turn and tell him that her loins were beginning to chum away, that she
was just thinking of the wonderful fuck he had given her that morning or the night
before. She acted as though, or had once, she wanted to live as his slave forever. Than
at some point the suspicions began to grow, beginning by asking him if he was
unfaithful and ending by telling him she knew he was and walking out!
On top of the guilt her mother had sowed, his wife's suspicions ruined his enjoyment of
sex with her. He found himself fantasizing all kinds of lewd scenes just to get a hard
on. Then the dark really became important, not to hide his guilt but his wife! Well, it
was over and done with. Why worry about figuring it out now? It might be worth while
if he didn't want to make the same mistake, whatever it was. But he didn't need to
worry about mistakes with women anymore. He was through with them.
He remembered the first time he had ever made love to her. He had been surprised that
she had even gone out with him. He had believed at the time that the more women a
guy could bed, the more virile he became so he had acquired a reputation as a slick
operator around the school. The rumors persisted that he had laid just about every
female in his class with the masterful domination of his sexual technique and that his
cock was worth losing virginity over, being of appreciable size and quality. Need it be
said that he had hardly half of the women he was reputed to have had. Still, his
reputation was bad enough to scare off most girls with mothers like his wife's.
Yet, as she admitted later, she had been titillated instead of afraid or cautious about
him, so that when he finally asked her for a date, she had responded affirmatively with
almost bubbling eagerness, her heart racing frantically in her young chest.
True to his reputation for being 'fast' he slid his hand inside her brassiere with almost
their first drawn-out passionate kiss. While his tongue fucked her gasping hot mouth,
his fingers were suddenly grasping her nakedly stiffening nipple and the firm but
resilient flesh of her tender young tit. Not wanting to give up his masterful, loin
drenching kiss, she didn't struggle overly much to get rid of his gently squeezing hand.
Then when he started pinching her throbbing nipple between thumb and forefinger,
she became too aroused to do anything at all about this fiercely erotic fondling. Finally,
he unfastened her brassiere and inclined his head, taking one of her bursting hot
nipples into his mouth and much of her surrounding sensitive breast tissue as well,
sucking avidly on the virginal mounds rising and falling with increasing passion
beneath his lips. The tickling of his tongue as it batted her nipple back and forth
brought it up quickly to a loins-tingling hardness, and shivering little thrills seemed to
pass in waves up the young girl's thighs, searing through her loins and belly, finally
pouring like molten lava into the lust-inflamed roundness of her sensitive young titties.
So preoccupied did she become that she scarcely noticed it when one of his hands
slipped up under her skirt as well, madly caressing her smooth cream-white thighs. He
had not meant to go that far, but her description afterwards proved his instincts were
good.
She did protest. "No... oh, no, Kevin!" she cried, sensing that she might not be able to
hold him back in time.
But his hands had kept stroking her relentlessly, roving the full length of her aroused
teenaged body, over her crazily quivering stomach and on down to the nylon covered
softness of her throbbing pubic triangle. Then he began stroking her there, lewdly
insinuating his middle finger up under the tight elastic legband of her nylon panties
and into the moist virginal split of her pussy. He remembered how surprised he was
that he didn't have to fight any pantyhose, which most of the girls wore then. But, of
course, her mother had always been about thirty years out of date.
Anyway, his wife told him later about the aching, yearning sensation he had started in
her with that, a sensation that was totally unlike any other feeling the young girl had
even known before in her young life. She had known nothing at all to compare with it.
Her mother had always severely forbidden masturbation and filled her pretty young
head with terrible stories of what might happen if she practiced it, like the expression of
her face which would tell the most casual observer what she was doing in private as
well as the pimples that would break out all over her to confirm their suspicions.
She had struggled and protested fairly strongly against Kevin's searching fingers,
though with increasingly weaker resolve as she squirmed around in conflict on the car
seat beneath his maddening caresses.
"Oh, no, Kevin! Not yet! Oh, please don't!" she gasped excitedly into his ear.
Yet her protests had only spurred him on! Apparently paying no attention to her pleas,
suddenly he was working with the crotch of his own pants, and they both heard the
metallic rasp as he drew his zipper down. Then, with equal suddenness, he positioned
his body to thrust his warm hard cock against the top of her thigh. She had gasped. She
had never felt or seen a man's cock before, and he could feel the muscles of her body
contract 'violently as she now felt its soft muscular heat against the smooth nakedly
exposed flesh of her upper leg. He sensed her curiosity, however.
Still, despite her curiosity, she started to pull away, but suddenly his fingers were
probing again between her legs, moving deeper under her panties and wetly upward
through the passion-slick confines of her churning cunt. This sent a shock of pleasure
rippling through her loins which she always said had no counterpart in living memory.
The electric quality of that feeling had fairly frozen the young virgin to the car seat. She
could not move for the moment as ecstatic pleasure raced around inside her
inexperienced teenage body.
Kevin had taken this to mean that he could have his way with his date, and
immediately pursued further. Taking her slender little hand, he placed it over his
obscenely revealed stony cock and forced her fingers to wrap around it. She clenched it
tight out of instinct, hearing his answering groan of pleasure as she imparted an
affectionate little squeeze to it, his groan mingling with her own little ecstatic gasps of
joy. She had never expected it to be so enormous, in spite of his reputation. But she had
nothing with which to compare it. Without thinking, she began to massage the thick
outer skin back and forth, up and down over the muscular young shaft.
She later admitted that nothing else in the world had ever felt so nice or so complete.
Now, with her panty leg band stretched uselessly over the back of his hand, he was
digging his middle finger deep into her wide-splayed cunt, which was wet from the
juices seeping so excitedly from its parted lips. He was stretching the tiny ring of her
still-intact hymen so that she was almost afraid that he might split it and technically put
an end to her virginity on the spot, but there was nothing she seemed capable of doing
about it. The thrills he was giving her raced too wildly through her excited young body
for her to attempt anything but the most feeble resistance. She relaxed her inner thighs
to give him greater access to her open pussy, and, at the same time, increased the speed
of her own hand fondling his desire-hardened cock. With each gentle pull, she could
feel Kevin's cock jerking upward toward a greater hardness than she would ever have
dreamed possible. She said she was wondering whether or not he would try to thrust it
up between her legs.
That was certainly what he had had in mind. Then as he tried to roll over on top of her,
suddenly prudence had at last taken firm hold on her morally straying mind and she
had managed, willy-nilly, to resist. Clamping her thighs tightly together, she had
trapped his rock-hard prick warmly between them on the outside of her panties. He
had struggled like a madman to lift up and get the hot rubbery tip lodged into the
opening of her wetly throbbing cunt, but she struggled with all her strength against
him, inadvertently, at the same time, tightening her grip on his straining young cock.
Then, just as he forced the head of his granite-like prick underneath the restricting leg
band of her panties, its wildly pulsating nose poised between the splayed-open lips of
her heated cunt, she felt a hot, thick stream of liquid come spurting out of it, drenching
her pubic hair with his warm sticky cum. It had covered the insides of her thighs and
dripped wetly down between her legs to moisten the car seat beneath her trembling and
still pantied ass. Then Kevin had emitted a final orgasmic groan and collapsed across
her heaving tits.
So she hadn't let him fuck her that first time. She had worked him up into a fever pitch
until he became so wild to get between her legs, he would have done anything to get
her, even marry her, which he did. But she had been nothing like her mother, and once
he had gotten her away from the moral influences, she had been really terrific.
Although... although maybe she had been lying to him about the wonderful effect he
had had on her. Maybe he had never really satisfied her at all! Well, what did he care
anymore? All of that was behind him. He had the simple kind of living that he had
always wanted and all nature for his lover!
A lot of blueberries were ripe, and considering all the green ones, a lot more were going
to be ripe in the next few weeks. Maybe Elaine could coax her mother into showing her
how to make a blueberry pie. Her mother had always made such good pies! It was
difficult to imagine why her father had left! Elaine's mother was such a good cook, and
it wasn't prejudice on Elaine's part, either. Her father had always said after every meal,
"Patsy, you're a good cook!"
"That's the way to a man's heart, my mother always said," Patsy would respond, tossing
her cloud of black hair and smiling.
"I wouldn't say that exactly," her husband would answer, "but I guess it helps."
Elaine, mindful of her idea to take some blueberries to her newly discovered hermit,
wished she had brought another container. All she had brought was the quart one, and
right now she had worked herself into a hunger for blueberry pie, and the hermit had
kind of moved into second place. But since the hermit didn't seem to be planning to go
anywhere, he could wait for another day.
Calling King, Elaine started home. Her mother wouldn't be there. She was at work all
day, and although she could come home for lunch, she never did. So Elaine reached the
house with every intention of making a large batch of blueberry pancakes for lunch.
Enjoying the beginning pangs of hunger, she decided to shower first to get rid of the
pine needles and that way she would be ready to make lunch by twelve. It was only a
little after eleven now!
Yet, thoughts of getting all undressed just over a few pine needles was discouraging.
Any pine needles she couldn't see, no one else could see either! So she went to the
bathroom and washed her face hard and inspected her arms and legs. No, there was no
need for a shower, none at all! Instead, she decided to lie down awhile and think of
things, her hermit and... and the wonderful things about her body she had discovered
today. Some people would call a little girl like that a slut, she thought casually, but Judy
did sexy things and she was very nice. All the adults she knew seemed to like her, too.
Of course, they didn't know Judy did sexy things, but why should anyone know that
Elaine did!
It had been really nice, sliding her finger up into her pussy and working it around until
she had become totally helpless and enslaved. Then it had been really out of this world
when she had moved it over the sensitive little pleasure button of her clitoris. Oh, God,
that had felt good! She had tingled with electricity as if her loins were on fire. God, if
her mother knew what she had done, she would spank her for sure! But it was so much
fun to be naked in the woods. Most glorious of all, of course, was the orgasm. Her
mind on these things, Elaine began to undress, completely forgetting that she had
decided not to take a shower after all!
Finally she stepped naked into the shower. There she let the water rush luxuriously
over her trembling young body, her mind still full of the events of the morning. She
washed away all the telltale stickiness from the furious excitement she had felt when she
had plunged her finger inside her steaming little cunt and then fucked in and out of its
moist confines, feeling it pulse and slicken until finally the ultimate pleasure had
happened.
Then her hands gripped her tits tightly, as if offering them to the water, feeling that
warm needle spray prickle at the glowing pink areolas which topped her succulently
developing nipples, feeling them ache with longing, and, looking down, she realized
that she was once again more excited than she had realized, for she seemed unable to
slow the rapid rise and fall of her tingling tits. Gosh, it didn't take long! It seemed to
her as if the soft mounds of her mild-white flesh surrounded by her lovely tan were
actually alive. They had never felt so sensitive before.
Uttering a tiny sigh and a groan of purest desire, Elaine squeezed one tit until it hurt,
then ran the fingers of her other hand down into the tender satin smoothness of her
pubic mound. Finding the little slit between her legs, she tickled evanescently while
continuing to knead her naked tit with her other hand. Her long black hair fell out of
her shower cap and was soon soaked, hanging wetly backwards, dropping down over
her back and the tops of her asscheeks, as her face contorted and her neck strained
through uncertain, unquenchable agony of desire.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended, the wild flash of desire remaining between
her trembling legs, but now unresponsive in any degree to the gentle, loving tickle of
her masturbating fingers. Sobbing with frustration, the voluptuous eleven year old
brunette turned off the shower taps and stumbled from the shower, staggering as if
controlled by her loins alone, across the bathroom, through the hall and into her
bedroom. Something had gone wrong! Maybe it was because she had played with
herself and she was to be punished! Everything in her body quivering with insatiable
lust, she fell across the bed with a whimper and buried her face in the coverlet. Shaking
with sobs, she covered it with her tears of sexual frustration and fear, the raging
lewdness continuing unabated and flaming in her loins, regardless of any helpless
attempt, in spite of punishment, on her part to masturbate it out. She tried hard,
resolving that if only this time she could get rid of it, she would never, never let it come
back!
The aching adolescent probably would have worn herself out trying all afternoon, too, if
she hadn't felt the cold nose of on her shoulder.
"King! Why?"
Elaine sat up on her bed. Before her stood the ever faithful German shepherd, his tail
wagging with happiness to see her, his canine face open in a cheerful smile. Oh God,
maybe he could help her! Maybe what she needed was a diversion. She took his face in
her hands and accepted an affectionate lick from his lengthy pink tongue. Giggling, she
closed her eyes as he washed her face with it.
"Oh, King! You devil, you!" she laughed gaily.
Then jumping up to put his big forepaws on the bed, the big shepherd lapped at his
young mistress' well tanned thighs as well. Elaine was still fresh from the most
enervating, debilitating feelings of desire, and the feel of King's roughly-skinned but
gentle tongue on her sensitive leg heightened slightly the discomforting flutter in her
loins. But she was not alarmed. Sitting up, she bent over to push his paws off the bed,
only to have the dog take a long, swiping lick at her nakedly exposed tits!
Now she was alarmed and drew back swiftly. "King! What's the matter with you?
What's come over you?" Instinctively, she drew the thin cotton coverlet up over her
vulnerable little tits. King's hot wet tongue had started them burning again, and now
they felt as if they were expanding in all directions, fairly bursting with licentious
energy. But did she have any right to blame that on the dog? Why her wonderful,
strong dog loved her! He would never do anything to make her feel uncomfortable, at
least intentionally!
Now she felt really silly. She let the coverlet drop again, revealing the rounded firmness
of her panting young developing tits with their high, hardened nipples. It was silly to
behave as if King were a human male. He just didn't know what he was doing. When
he licked her tits, he was just trying to show his affection and friendliness. Darling King
could never mean any harm.
"Awwwwww, good doggie, come here," she said affectionately, and the dog moved
closer. Taking his great head in her arms, Elaine cradled his happy face so that his pink
tongue lolled out wetly along her forearm and his big brown eyes looked up at ; her full
of ecstatic delight that he was in his beautiful young mistress's arms. She stroked the
sleek furry crown of his head and kissed him, murmuring, "Elaine's just a silly-billy,
huh, King! I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" His big brown eyes spoke volumes of
affection, and he tried to lick her face again.
"There, there," she patted him again. "You know there's something wrong with me,
don't you? Well, you just sit down on the floor there and stay off the bed and I'll
explain all my problems to you. Okay?"
King found himself a good spot to sit on her little braided rug and circling it briefly, he
settled in a big furry heap, then looking up at her affectionately.
Elaine sighed and lay back on the bed totally naked, squeezing her aching tits briefly
and then spreading her long dark hair out in back of her on the pillow like a giant
black fan. Maybe talking to a dog was more helpful than worrying, she thought. And
King always had such an understanding look in his sorrowful – but – sexy eyes that...
Sexy? Had she thought that? But it was absurd to regard a dog's eyes as sexy! They
could only be that to another dog! Anyway he was somebody to bounce her thoughts
off of. He was such a warm, understanding friend. What did little girls do without a
dog? Wondering where to begin, she looked across the room to the little rug full of big
dog. Lying on the floor, just as she had told him to, his pointed ears slightly devilish in
character, his strongly masculine snout underlining a handsome, intelligent face of
considerable character, she drew a blank on her problems. All she could think about
now was him. His long red tongue was hanging out, panting with urgency, wet with his
saliva. She looked into his lovely soulful eyes. What did they see, when they looked at
her? Her newly ripening tits or her long black hair or what? He obviously worshipped
her and who wouldn't be flattered to be so worshipped?
Elaine sighed. It was nice having King here with her. With one hand she cupped her
slightly swollen right titty, looking down at the rosy areola around its passion-puckered
peak and the tiny stiffened nipple in the center. It was nice when King lapped at her tit,
she had to admit that. No one had ever done that. It had never occurred to her that
anyone would. Now she felt as though her tits had been waiting for exactly that, to be
kissed, fondled, squeezed, perhaps even hurt.
The eleven year old girl looked flirtingly at King and smiled, "You do love me, don't
you, darling doggie? I know you do. My hermit's never licked at my tit like that and he
might never do it. He might never even see me naked! So why should I think of him
when he might never love me as much as you do, huh?" She was certainly talking
wildly and even sillily, she thought, but it was fun, and it did make her feel better!
King, meanwhile, made a little sound of understanding and rested his head on his paw,
looking at her all the while just as though he understood every single word she was
saying.
In another futile attempt to dispel the terrible ache there, she ran her fingers down into
her tremulous young pussy. "See how I put my fingers in my pussy, King? A little while
ago I stuck them way inside of me and made myself cum with them. That sure drove
me wild! Only now I can't seem to make myself cum and I'm so terribly frustrated!"
She lifted one leg and let two fingers slip in and out of her well-lubricated cunt. Her
eyes became heavy-lidded and her nostrils flared momentarily.
"Why can't I make myself cum like that anymore, King? Why can't I cum anymore on
my fingers like I did a while ago? It should work. Now, its getting wet and everything.
I'm thinking of my hermit's big cock, his big hard cock fucking in and out of my cunt,
fucking me good and driving me wild!"
She put her hand up to her mouth as she giggled. It was strangely exciting talking dirty
words like this with King, but safe, too, since he couldn't understand any of this
anyway. She wondered what did go through his mind as he sat there and seemed to be
listening sympathetically. Well, if he did understand, one thing was for sure, he wasn't
about to tell anyone and ruin her reputation as a nice girl. He could never tell! The
eleven year old child looked at her pet again, her dully lidded, black-lashed eyes
narrowing. Just how much could he understand? Could he? Was she talking too much,
even to King?
Oh, my, how silly a girl could get! King was her very best friend in this whole world.
He was affectionate, kind, and loving, and he would never do anything to hurt her any
more than she would hurt him. He wouldn't dream of it!
Then, wiggling her fingers just inside the sensitively tingling mouth of her seepingly
hungry cunt, Elaine sighed with increasing sensuality. It was very pleasant to just lie
here, playing idly with herself with the understanding dog to talk to. She went on, "I
don't know if he'll ever come to me, King. I'm not even sure I dare let him know I've
seen him. What if he's a criminal or something? But you know, if I ever meet him and
it's all right, I'd probably do anything he wanted me to. At least I feel as if I surely
would. I don't think he looks very mean, do you think so?"
The dog growled understanding, and Elaine suddenly remembered that all he had seen
were the chickens. So he just sounded as if he understood. He didn't really. She
breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"God," she breathed, squeezing her hotly throbbing tits, "if only I could do something,
anything! I'm burning up, King and I can't seem to get any satisfaction. Do you think
this is what they mean when they talk about hell? Oh, King!" The child began to
whimper restlessly.
King perked up, looking at her keenly. She looked into his eyes with a strange,
significant-looking glint. "Darling," she breathed, rubbing her fingers into her aching
pussy. "If only I had some way to stop this horrible burning feeling. Gosh, it's killing
me, King. I know you'd help if you could, though, dear good doggie. I know you
would."
Almost as if something in her words had cued him, the big German shepherd suddenly
got up and moved swiftly over to the bed, rising up on his haunches and putting his
forelegs boldly on her naked silky sheened thighs. He barked twice, slavered, and
wagged his tail energetically.
"What is it, darling dog?" she asked, running a hand affectionately over the soft dark
fur of his head. "What are you trying to tell me?"
He barked again and her legs fell open mindlessly, her fingers still working in the
moistly glistening outer flesh of her soft pink cunt. It was somehow very exciting to pet
King while she played with herself. Then suddenly the eager dog leapt gracefully up
onto the bed!
"King! What are you doing? You know you're not suppose to get up on the beds! Get
down!
Quickly now, get down!"
But then, a soft canine smile sweeping across his handsome German shepherd features,
the big dog proceeded to nudge her fingers out of the flesh of her cunt. Elaine was
flabbergasted! Did the dog actually know what she was doing wrong? At first the
nakedly finger-fucking adolescent hadn't been really too disturbed at having King leap
up onto the bed next to her. It was a matter of keeping the rules, that was all. But then
the husky German shepherd had moved engagingly into the inner circle formed by her
long outstretched legs and she had been paralyzed with a strange expectation. But then
he had started to nudge her hand away and she realized that somehow he knew... What
did he know?


Chapter 3

"Oh, King!" Elaine cried, trying to push his head away. "No! No! You mustn't! Stop!"
But suddenly, his long red tongue shot deftly out like a lizard's tongue and whipped
startlingly, breathtakingly, all the way up along her crazily tingling pussy slit from her
tiny asshole to her quivering little clitoris.
"Ooooooooo, King!" Her head fell backward with a gasp as her beloved dog began
struggling on his haunches to get a better position between her widely spread tanned
legs. Her small hands grabbed his long ears, but instead of forcing him back, this
seemed only to draw him nearer. The suddenly frightened young girl could feel his
warm, furry snout brush excitingly against the trembling insides of her thighs, and
suddenly her desire-heated cunt felt as if it were a well gushing forth spring water. She
was utterly amazed. She knew about the liquids a man had... but a girl? Gingerly she
reached a finger down and took some of it to her nose. It smelled sweet, almost like a
new kind of flower. What this a girl's cum?
Then suddenly King's cold nose was rubbing maddeningly at the outskirts of her pussy,
and his tongue was taking long, swiping hot licks that flashed wetly along her twitching
asscheeks, slapped in between, and finally circled in like a drill to chum hotly through
the moistly flooded entrance to her flaming eleven year old cunt.
"Oh, King, you darling. You mustn't do this! Oh, no please! Don't do this. It's wrong.
Oh, God! Oh, God!"
But the young Elaine Nash's protests quickly weakened to the point where she could
scarcely hear them herself. The quick rush of his thick wet tongue thrust forward
between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt, spreading a flame-like pressure all through
her helplessly splayed loins that could no more be rejected than life itself. Her brain
screamed in her tormented head that this was certainly wrong. She pressed her fingers
down into the furry crown of King's handsome skull. I must get him to stop, she told
herself. I must make him stop. But how can I get him to stop?
And yet all the time that her mind realized that this was wrong, the wellspring of sexual
desire that had been boiling so long, awaiting an outlet from the fiery cave of her loins,
became like molten lava being spewed from a sharp volcanic fissure up from the depths
of the earth. The feeling of her German shepherd's tongue lapping along that crack
between her legs, drawing all the innate moisture from it as if it were honey, was almost
too wonderful to be borne. So she closed her eyes and let her befuddled brain wander
off, pondering its moral judgments, as she gave herself over completely to this
ecstatically satisfying feeling of King's moist warm tongue moving so lewdly, so wetly,
focusing her entire being on this mind-bending delight which existed nowhere else in
the world but up between her widely stretched thighs, focused within that hot little
circle of desire that glowed like a halo surrounding the center point of her lust, her
electrified and fiercely tingling young pink clitoris!
The shocked young eleven year old gasped from the sudden unexpected entry of the tip
of King's wet tongue into her soft wet cuntal hole and a surprised, ecstatic sigh seemed
to bound from wall to wall. Instinctively her pelvis jerked upward with the first electric
contact in an involuntary spasm of delight. Her cuntal hole contracted, opening and
closing tightly around the thick smooth length of his red tongue, which was sinking
deeper and deeper inside her cunt until it came in contact with her tough little hymen,
and then it withdrew. Her breath exploded in small, quick gasps that muffled
themselves into tiny, mewling little groans of increasing lust as the dog began a
maddening curling and flicking of his moist warm tongue, then fucking it again deep
inside her trembling loins.
Shivers of purest delight moved in waves upward from her loins and cascaded over her
trembling flesh. She felt as if she were in a dream world. None of this could really be
possible, that she was holding King's head so affectionately by the ears and moaning
long, mindless sighs of purest, soul-dredging ecstasy. She had been dreaming it!
Nothing in the world seemed to exist but that point within her loins which was glowing
like a hot coal beneath that talented animal tongue, around which the ragged pink
flanges of her aching cunt caressed like waves falling upon a rock near the shore.
The great dark dog's wet tongue withdrew and plunged again, fucking slavishly within
his beautiful black-haired mistress's gaping hot pussy, plunging, withdrawing, licking,
lapping, drawing the folds of her pussy out stuck to his tongue as if they were postage
stamps. The young girl's cries were one long, low continuous moan now as her mind
seemed to disintegrate and her body gave itself over to the most brain-shattering
pleasure that Elaine had ever known in all her young life. King withdrew his lashing
red tongue from inside the smooth wet passage of her virginal cunt, found the hard,
throbbing little bud of her clitoris and licked that as well, dredging screams of electrified
ecstasy from Elaine's lust contorted face. King lapped wildly at the raw little button
until Elaine thought she would die. This wasn't sex. It was a whirlpool of ecstasy in
which she was drowning as surely as if she had fallen into a vat of sweetest honey. She
writhed and churned in a lewd dance of desire above his earnestly licking and nosing
face, totally given over to this mindlessly energizing feeling which required no apology
and no explanation, but which was a force and a tide so great that a girl could only
surrender to it completely and let herself be carried off by it. This feeling was a rushing
river carrying one off in a sea of sensuality. One could not possibly fight it, but who
would want to?
"Ooooohhhhhh, Kinnnnngggggg, darling! Oooohhhhhh, darling, darling, darling!" she
crooned, her flesh and mind totally lost in this cunt-centered sensation, out of control
from the delicious and obscene licking of her burning young loins. The muscles of her
ass hollowed and contracted, struggling to draw every last drop of joy from this
excruciating feeling that was flaming like a brush fire the entire length of her hotly
exposed cunt.
Steadily, her pussy seemed to flower open wider and wider, like a flower in the summer
sunshine, after its night of sleep, the moistness between her legs increasing with every
further second his licking tongue fucked thirstily into her wide-stretched pussy hole. By
now her cum was flowing as if through a hole in a dyke, running in trickles down the
insides of her thighs to make a sticky, milky warm pool under her asscheeks on the
bed. On the edge of her mind, she still wondered about the liquid. Come to think of it,
when she had showered after her first finger-fucking in the woods, there had been a
stickiness. She must remember to ask Judy if women cum like men.
But then she gave herself back to mindlessness. She felt as it her gasping and panting
would never end. The glowing spot of desire within her cunt was growing larger and
larger, like a balloon filled with cum and almost ready to burst. Her pelvis and hips
churned madly. This was the most beautiful, heavenly thing she had ever experienced
in her life. If this wasn't sex and ecstasy, dog or no dog, then nothing else could be. Her
loins had become a ball of flame that was burning her up in its fiery flight through the
starry heavens. She wanted only to live the rest of her life with King's wet tongue
fucking between her legs, sending shivers of sensual ecstasy cascading from one end of
her young nakedly exposed body to the other, burning out her nerve-endings as if they
were made of styrofoam. And now she was going to cum! She was sure of it! At last!
Oh God, at last!
Strangely, however, the dog seemed to sense this as well, her excitement
communicating itself to him savagely and luring his cock from its furry sheath as if it
were on a long, fine wire connecting their two genital regions. Gradually his prick
expanded. Yes, he loved his mistress, and he had recognized her burning need. This was
what had drawn him to lap affectionately, even hungrily, at the warm moist folds of her
open pussy until Elaine felt as if her loins were a small sun about to explode.
Now the huge German shepherd recognized something else as well, and this was that
the glistening crack he was licking between her shivering legs was the same kind of
moist, hot aperture he was used to fucking in female dogs. He didn't consciously think
of this, but rather he felt it in his animal testicles, which began producing sperm at a
frantic rate and filling his tingling canine prick with lust-heated blood. Expanding
warmly on all sides, he could feel it becoming bloated and eager to quench itself in the
sensual bath between his beautiful brunette mistress's long squirming legs. It peeped
outward from its furry scabbard, expanded further, and then King moved forward
again, interested solely in the approach to Elaine's wetly quivering pussy. King's long
thick cock ached with instinctive anticipation as it contemplated burying itself to its
total, blood-engorged length within the writhing wet confines of the young girl's
devouring cunt.
Though he didn't pause for an instant in his furious licking of her tender, tremulous
loins, the masterful German shepherd was struggling on his haunches to work his furry
body up more tightly within the vee of her soft well-tanned thighs. Elaine, not yet
aware of what was going on, continued to moan and groan mindlessly from the
beautiful loin-shattering agony she was being forced to endure. Her legs fell open at an
obtuse angle, presenting no resistance whatever to her beloved pet's tightening
approach. As yet she had no inkling that King's cock was emerging and expanding
wildly, bloated with the heat of his urgent animal desire for her. With some difficulty he
was slithering upward inside her widely stretched legs, his enormous dog's prick waving
lewdly around in front of his loins, wet and glistening redly, occasionally attracting one
of her thin black hairs to its lust-moistened length like a vacuum.
When he was almost an inch away from the passion-flooded lips of her cunt, it was
almost impossible for the whining German shepherd to continue licking at her cunt,
and his tongue shifted wetly over her satin pussy mound, then across her trembling
lower belly to her navel, sending a fierce ripple of excitement through Elaine's already
thoroughly sex-crazed young flesh. And then his tongue was flicking at the underside of
one of her full firm tits, running over that swollen young roundness and slapping wetly
at the tingling high, hard nipple.
There was a sharp, whooshing intake of her breath as Elaine gasped mindlessly, feeling
the dog's tongue swirling wetly, excitingly over her throbbing hot tits, caressing those
newly rising mounds of flesh in a way that left the helpless eleven year old love-slave
not knowing where, who, or what she was! The bubbling in her loins was a froth of fire
like the hot foam slapping at the side's of a witch's cauldron. Endless whimpers seemed
to break pleadingly from her open mouth, like nothing human she had ever heard
before. But Elaine wasn't noticing. She was too busy!
Instinctively her arm went up around her beloved dog's shoulders. King would always
care for her. He loved her. She loved him. She had raised him ever since he was a
puppy, but who would have thought that the day would ever come when he would lick
her cunt so obscenely like that? Whatever had made him start? God! She hoped he
never stopped, though, if felt so great! Of course he would not go any further. There
was no way he could!
The eleven year old school girl's grip tightened on his neck and shoulders. She could
feel his soft, fur-smooth body arching forward within the tanned semi-circle of her legs,
feel his wet tongue lapping upwards, all over her pulsating tits, up over her throat and
neck until finally... finally his tongue was probing hotly down into her open mouth!
Shockingly, the feeling of King's enormous hot wet animal tongue flooding her open
and sighing mouth was pure heavenly delirium. She could almost think of herself as a
female bitch, her legs moving instinctively to wrap themselves up around his haunches,
as suddenly, unexpectedly, her beloved King moved forward and the cone-shaped end
of his animal prick parted its rigid way through her moistly glistening cuntal lips. Oh,
my God, she thought, he's doing it to me! Oh my God!
Dominated totally by the masterful technique of this handsome German shepherd, who
had formerly been her pet but was now, unbelievably, becoming her lover, she was
powerless now, a helpless slave in bondage to this magnificent feeling of total
subservience to sex. Her mouth was helplessly glued to his, and she sucked hungrily on
his long animal tongue as it invaded her panting oral cavern, lapping at the sides, top
and bottom of her gasping young mouth. If the maddening sensations which seemed to
be eating up her loins alive had not been so extreme, she was afraid she might have
swooned dead away out of purest bliss. This was not like anything else in the world
known as pleasure. There could not possibly be anything else even roughly similar to it!
The crooning dark-haired little girl drowned headlong in a sea of sensuality, tossed and
turned by waves that were so high their whitecaps could not even be seen or guessed at.
This was more than bliss, more than joy. It was as if the whole universe had opened up
into brightest sunlight and all the stars had combined to become one. Life previous to
this instant had no meaning or reason for existence. Her entire life had been lived just
for the purpose of meeting headlong this exact moment in time.
"King! Oh, King, my darling! Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn!"
The blood-filled tapered head of his cock was now pressed through the elastic tight
opening of her heated cunt, worming and burrowing slowly deep into the warm wet
walls of her virginally resisting cunt. King panted heatedly as his shining slick organ
fucked forward, parting the satin flesh of her pussy lips and inching its way inward. He
looked down at his dark-haired mistress with lust-gleaming eyes as she sucked, delirious
with passion, on his enormous wet tongue. The tiny moist lips of her pussy contracted
and throbbed around his lust-engorged animal cock like the mouth of a fish gasping
desperately for breath. King ached all over. His balls felt as if they were on fire with
need for his beautiful young mistress. He had adored her for so long. Who would ever
have dreamed that someday she would allow him the fulfillment of his deepest wish!
With nostrils snorting, the loving animal gazed down at the smoothness and purity of
his mistress's lushly formed body. On either side of his haunches, her thighs now
wrapped hungrily around his close-moving furry body, locking tightly up over his back
and pulling him into her with a savage burst of passion that was irresistible. The tip of
his surging prick broke easily through the flimsy guard of her hymen, drawing a gasp
of joyous delight from the girl's mouth, which was now kissing his sleek-furred face and
snout all over. His prick and testicles ached like never before as he drove deeper and
deeper into the soft triangle of her pussy.
Elaine thought she would die from the shock when the tapered end of King's animal
cock first touched the stretched young membrane defining her virginity. Yet in another
moment his thick dog-cock was bursting through and sliding swiftly upward to the very
end of her hole so that now she was hurriedly bringing into play cuntal muscles she
had never even dreamed she had. If his initial lapping of her overexcited cunt had filled
her loins with honey, this feeling was whipped cream. She had never dreamed her first
real fuck could possibly be wonderful. It was nowhere near as painful as Judy had led
her to expect. After the initial ripping of her hymen, which did hurt a little and bring a
cry of pain mixed with delight from her hot young lips, the rest of the feeling of being
fucked was nothing but a smooth, sliding, effortless ecstasy. King's prick was slick and
perfectly tapered for the purpose of imparting a fresh new thrill with each additional
inch of depth to which he plunged it. And now as it fucked forward to the very end of
her virginal cunt, the young girl wondered deliriously how she had ever lived the entire
eleven years of her existence without having this incredibly good experience! Life would
be unthinkable without it after this minute!
"Ummmmmm," she crooned, working her hips ardently around his pleasure-giving rod
of flesh. "Darling, I love you," she whispered into the dog's hairy pointed ear as his hips
began working as well, humping with animalistic fervor to drive his cock-shaft deeper
between her widespread hairless thighs. The warm soft edges of her flute-edged cunt
closed wetly over his moving member, and he began panting as he never had before.
The dog's nostrils flared, and soft growls of animal delight echoed from his throat as
her tight hot pussy walls slipped soothingly over his blood-bloated prick, enclosing it in
steaming warmth and loving it to death on every single stroke.
"Oooooohhhhh," Elaine had been about to cum when King so suddenly changed from
licking her loins to fucking his prick deep into her hot heaving white belly, and now
she was hurtling forward toward it again. Over and over she groaned as he surged into
her, feeling his hard cock push apart the smooth, yielding wet walls of soft inner flesh
like a fire engine cutting the air. Her body trembled and shook. If she couldn't have
this, this wonderful experience, she didn't even want to live. The skewered dark-haired
child squealed when occasionally King's cock made an experienced jerk, giving her a
fierce twinge of electrical shock. She was wet and open and wanted nothing in all the
world but her loving dog. At last she was going to quench that fierce craving that had
dominated her existence for so long! Groaning and sobbing with happiness, she worked
to help her handsome dog-lover until she could no longer catch her breath.
At the moment there was no respite, however. The obscene intrusion in her eleven year
old cunt was only expanding as her tight little pussy dilated and undulated around it.
The German shepherd's uncontrolled assault let her feel the heavy weight of his
muscular canine loins crushing hard between her outstretched legs, sweeping them
wider and wider apart as he pressed forward with all of his strength to sink as deeply
into her quivering white belly as was possible. And all the while, his sleek, shining fur
was painting her smooth flesh mottled with as if with a brush.
Elaine felt as if she were being impaled on a man's arm as the dog's prick began to
expand! She clenched the muscles of her ass lovingly around that primitive intruder,
caressing and fondling the long, hard fleshy staff that she had come to worship and love
in just a few short moments. And all of this only served to incite the sensitive panting
dog all the more. Her cuntal muscles clasping around him, so wet and warm, were
driving him crazy, making his enormous cock throb and grow within her young satinsmooth 
cunt until Elaine felt stretched and filled in her belly and loins beyond all
possible imagination.
King began making little whimpering sounds as he attempted to reach his climax, and
his nostrils flared wide. He fucked in and out of her with long, hard strokes, his
forepaws holding tight to the softly rounded curves of her upper arms, and the silken
sheath of her widely stretched and throbbing cunt pulsated up and back over the lewd
thickness of his poundingly rigid cock.
"Ooohhhhhh! Oh, darrrllliiinnnggg! Ohhh loverrr!" his eleven year old mistress
murmured from deep in her heaving chest. The sounds came out so muffled and
indistinct she couldn't have understood them herself. With every hard forward fuck,
King was pushing ever closer to the fierce, bottomless precipice wherein lay, she knew,
the most wonderful orgasm she would ever have had in her life, the most wonderful
orgasm anybody ever had in the whole world! Even Judy! Goodness, this fantastic
experience made her finger-fucking earlier no more important than a... than a... rotten
blueberry! His thick red cock filled her to the bursting point and then some! King had
forced her thighs open to an almost impossible angle, yet she loved it and wanted it
never to stop. His monstrous ever-growing lusty prick felt as if it wanted to spear right
up through her writhing body and come out her throat. The feel of his paws on her
aching flesh made their adventure all the more illicit and exciting beyond all reason.
The ultimate obscenity!
King was panting so heavily that saliva dripped from his red tongue all over her
buffeted tanned flesh, spilling down between her tits and all over her soft smooth belly
to mingle damply with the moisture and had seeped over her tender pubic mound just
above their cock-cunt connection. Opening her eyes and looking down, she could see
his slick red fucking prick disappearing inside of her and coming back again at a
furious rate. It shone with moisture from her avidly devouring cunt, now seeping out
over his loins as well, a sizeable part of his hairy haunches. This obscene sight excited
the inexperienced young girl all the more, and she began wiggling and thrashing and
squirming beneath her pet, pleading like a helpless slave to be allowed her orgasm.
King was excited correspondingly by her excitement and he swept and fuckingly
rammed into her with increasingly frantic abandon. The bucking human female body
beneath him incited him to a frenzy. Beneath him, his adored dark-haired mistress
twisted her head with passion, her green eyes gleaming with lust, her beautiful long
coal black hair flying all over.
As she was buffeted and thrilled by the sheerest excitement generated by this illicit
affair. Elaine's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for life in total sensual
torment. Only moments ago she had been dreaming of having her hermit do this to her
– but now here she was being fucked by a dog! It scarcely seemed reasonable that they
could do this, yet it was unquestionably wonderful.
It seemed to the ecstatic little girl that King was fucking into her faster than the speed
of light, building whiningly toward his own climax, mercilessly battering her upper
thighs beneath his hard-driving loins. His lips bared back from his fiercely clenched
canine teeth, his breath coming in short machine gun blasts that crackled obscenely
through Elaine's musky-scented bedroom.
"Ooohhh, darling Kinnnggg!" she croaked, half whinnying in her extraordinary
excitement. "I'm cumming, I think! Oh, God, I am! Oh, God, King! I'm cummiiinngg!"
Actually, they both made it together. The hulking German shepherd above her began
shuddering and jerking, his cock spurting his hot sticky sperm deeply up inside of her.
Elaine's mouth opened in a loud, uncontrollable yell even after the other,
"Aaahhheeeooohhh!" as she felt his hot animal sperm filling her no longer virginal
cuntal hole in a great flood of lust-fired heat. She could feel it rushing hotly into her
and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would burst from it. There
were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis, and then she forgot him totally as she went
spinning forward up into the heavens, thrashing with unseeing eyes and open mouth,
and trying mindlessly to fight him off because no! No, this feeling was too fantastic, and
she couldn't stand it for another instant, and then it was like a great red flower had
opened up inside her belly, and her cuntal walls began gushing out their response all
over his urgently pummeling loins and cock, except that she wasn't there in her bed, in
her house, on her road, near her woods, but rather she was flying up into the bluest
July sky, outwards toward the edge of the galaxy, with every nerve ending in her young
body being consumed in sensual flame as wave after wave of orgasmic convulsion
rippled through her helplessly spasming loins!
"Elaine?"
At first even her mother's voice didn't penetrate the euphoria in which the eleven year
old floated. It was King who bounced off the bed, and with no understanding of a
necessity for secrecy, nosed open the half closed door and bounded out of the small
room and into the kitchen, where his other mistress had found the blue-berries and was
putting them in water to clean them and soak out any worms. It was the noise of the
water rushing into a pan that reached Elaine, and immediately she bounded up and put
on her shorts and halter. She was just about to head for the kitchen when she felt a
rivulet wetting her pants and threatening to run down her leg. In a panic, she got
herself a clean pair of panties and shorts and headed for the bathroom.
"Elaine, are you home?" her mother called again.
"Be right there, Mom!" she called. "Gotta go to the bathroom. Hey, want blueberry
pancakes for lunch?" Of all days for her mother to come home for lunch! What if she
had come into Elaine's bedroom a little earlier?
Patsy smiled. She had been thinking seriously of having only an aspirin and going to
bed. She could not imagine what was wrong with her lately, but she seemed to be
having one headache after another. Finally today, her head was throbbing so badly that
she had decided to leave work and get some rest. Maybe a day or two of sleep or, at
least, nothing on her mind was exactly what she needed. But Elaine wanted blueberry
pancakes, and it seemed to the distraught mother that she had really neglected the child
far too much lately. She had become dependent on King to take care of her daughter
and keep her happy, and that was not fair to Elaine at all! Yet Patsy felt that the top of
her head was getting ready to spin right off. Suddenly Elaine entered the kitchen
boisterously.
"Oooooohhhhhh," her mother groaned, holding her head in both hands.
"Gee, Mom, what's wrong? Do you have a headache?" the child asked.
The answer seemed obvious, but Patsy was patient. "I'm afraid so honey. I don't think I
can make your pancakes. They'd come out terrible."
"Oh, that's all right, Mom. Me and King were going to do it ourselves, anyway. Do you
want some?"
The pained woman winced both at the loudness of her daughter's voice and the very
thought of the heavy pancakes. "No thank you, dear," she answered as pleasantly as she
could under the circumstances.
"Mom, will you teach me how to make a blueberry pie?" Elaine asked, then quickly
added, "Not right now, of course, but when you're feeling better."
Patsy was sure that under the most comfortable of circumstances, she would be unable
to remember when she last made a pie. It seemed a century ago, even though she had
always been very good at it. She had often made them for special pot luck dinners at
the Firemen's Auxiliary meetings and had even made them to sell around the holidays.
People always said that her pies were too beautiful to eat. The apple pies she piled as
high as the apples would pile, and the result was a crust that stood up like the Capitol
dome and was brown and glossy like ceramic. Blueberry pies couldn't be built nearly so
high, but she made them rich and full.
"Honey," she told her daughter. "Honey, I think that would be a wonderful thing to do.
But you're going to need more blueberries than this and... please!" She put out her
hand in a gesture of caution as she saw the energy and excitement begin to flood her
daughter's face.
"Sssssshhhhhh," the child automatically told herself without thinking and then
whispered. "Why don't you go lay down, Mom. I can get your aspirin."
"No thank you, I'll get it, Elaine. And it's 'lie' not 'lay.' Chickens lay eggs. Are you an
egg? I'm not." She was unsure of the humor, but Patsy made a valiant effort to smile.
Elaine did manage to giggle. "See you later. Be quiet now," she said and went into the
little hall into which opened the bathroom and the two bedrooms.
Elaine did fairly well keeping the noise down in spite of all her excitement. This was
certainly the best day in the entire summer. It was the best day of her whole life! She
had found herself her very own hermit. She had finger-fucked herself to her very first
orgasm. She had made love to the one creature in the whole world she loved most, her
dog, King. And now she was going to learn how to make blueberry pie as good as her
mom did. What a fantastic day!
Measuring out the pancake mix, adding the blueberries, putting the fry pan on to heat
the way her mother had taught her, Elaine was so elated that she almost forgot to pour
the melted shortening into the batter. Here she was, trying to be a good cook like her
mother, and she almost forgot such an essential step!
"Do you want a blueberry pancake, King?" she asked gaily and as a matter of course.
The big dog was sitting by the table, all ready. He knew where the table scraps were
sneaked to him. The rule in the house was that he got everything on his own dish, but
both Elaine and Patsy usually cheated without the other knowing. Consequently, King
was so adamant about lying under the table at meal time that Patsy had left the extra
leaf in the table so there would be room for their legs and the dog as well.
King may not have understood the "blueberry pancake," but he did understand, "Do
you want. He swept the floor in a big arc with his heavy tail. There was little he
refused.
So Elaine and King had their fill of blueberry pancakes together, too. And as soon as
they were finished and the dirty dishes were rinsed and stacked in the sink, they took
off for the woods again, this time with two quart buckets and a small container, just in
case she got her courage up to visit the hermit. They were going to get a lot of
blueberries this afternoon because Elaine was planning a blueberry pie stacked as high,
if not higher, than her mother's famous apple pies used to be!


Chapter 4

Patsy Nash took two aspirins instead of one. It still took a good half hour for her
headache to subside before she knew she could fall asleep. Even then, her body was
restless. She knew, at those moments when she faced it, that what would feel especially
good was a thorough fuck! She had been doing a lot of thinking lately, or rather a lot of
rethinking about her mother's ideas concerning marriage. Maybe the way to a man's
heart wasn't through food at all! Now that her husband was gone, she was learning that
food was no substitute at all for sex. Not that she had ever gotten a fraction out of it
what he seemed to, but she missed it. She had been too cool as far as that went. It was
becoming progressively obvious. Oh, why hadn't he talked it over with her instead of
just disappearing the way he had? Perhaps he didn't know how.
What bothered Patsy about the sexual subject was not just her personal frustration,
either. She had a growing daughter to instruct, and by the appearance of her child's
blossoming body, the time of instruction was due. How should she approach it,
though? She herself had been so shielded from anything sexual that she had completely
misunderstood, if she comprehended at all, everything her mother had told her! All she
knew when she got married was that men had to have a certain amount of "dirty play"
with their "thing" inside of her, although far less than they thought they did. It was
part of a woman's job, for her husband's composure, to allow just enough for his good
health but not to let him become a glutton about it. What the "thing" was, she had not
the vaguest notion. She still recalled how shocked she was to discover that it was
something attached to her husband and not something he took out of his suitcase with
his pajamas!
There was no doubt in Patsy's mind now that her mother had been terribly inhibited
and had passed her inhibitions along to Patsy. But, God help me, Patsy prayed. She
didn't want to pass these same inhibitions on to Elaine. Yet she had no idea how to go
about not doing so. One of the things that she was going to do either this afternoon
when she felt better or tomorrow, if she should decide to be bold enough to stay out of
work an extra day, was to drive to the library and see what books there were that might
help her. Maybe it would be better to drive to a bookstore. Anyway, she thought,
feeling a little relieved by her decision, she was going to get started on the project.
When she awoke, not more than an hour had passed, and the pain in her head had
subsided to a faint heaviness that was the closest she seemed able to come lately to
comfort. Swinging her curvaceous legs over the side of the bed brought them to her
attention. For the first time in her life, she thought of herself, not as pretty... beautiful
was not a sign of humility!... but as sexy. She caught sight of herself briefly in the
mirror. For a thirty two year old woman, she decided, she certainly was sexy. She
laughed blushingly while at the same time noticing how finely round were her large tits,
how slim was her youthful waist, and how voluptuous her hips!
Self-consciously, she turned away from the mirror and these new, unsettling thoughts,
and went into the bathroom. Her mind turning to her daughter, she decided to throw a
load of wash into the washing machine and get a few other things done so that she
could spend tonight with Elaine for a change. Perhaps she would have time to drive to
a bookstore, that is if her head didn't start to ache again.
Pulling the dirty clothes from the hamper in order to sort them, her hand fell on the
damp crotch of her daughter's shorts. Surprised, she was at first upset to think that her
eleven year old daughter would wet her pants, and then she caught herself. She was
being just like her mother and that she had resolved not to do! More tolerantly, she
picked out the girl's underpants. They too were wet, yet they were not stained. A chill
of foreboding stole up the spine of the young mother. Surely, there was no way! Yet,
hoping that she was wrong, she put the garment to her nose.
Patsy Nash knew nothing about a woman's cuntal juices. She had no idea that there
was such a phenomenon. As far as she knew, cum came solely from the male, and
although she didn't know what it smelled like, she knew it was white and sticky like the
liquid on Elaine's panties. One quick sniff told her that this sweet odor was not urine,
and the concerned mother almost fainted then and there! Oh, God, no! Elaine was only
eleven years old! How could she possibly be involved with boys already? And what
boys? They lived off a hunting road, deep in the woods. There were no boys around
here, at least as far as Patsy had ever known!
But then the frightened mother thought of the blueberries. Could it be that Elaine had
run into some boys in the clearing where she had picked her berries? Good God! She
had just sent the child back there again! What if the same boy or boys were hanging
around? Without any further hesitation, Patsy ran from the house. Possibly Elaine had
gone to some other place to pick, but the only other bushes they knew of were all low
bush berries, and the ones they preferred and that the child had picked that morning
were not the light blue low bush berries but the large, almost black, juicy high bush
variety. As far as Patsy knew, there was only one place to pick those, and she headed
straight through the woods in as direct a line as possible!
But Elaine was nowhere to be found. For a moment, Patsy was seized with panic until
she remembered the dog. King was better protection than any adult could be, so the
mother calmed down and decided that the reasonable thing to do was to follow their
regular path home. After all, the child had well over an hour to do her picking, and
judging from the profusion of berries, she had not needed that long to fill her buckets.
Reassured, Patsy turned back into the woods, following their trampled and familiar
trail.
Finally she saw her child far ahead of her, but where was King? And where was Elaine
going? She was turning off to the right! Perhaps she was playing with the dog or getting
him away from one of the creatures that he wasn't allowed to chase. Yet, as Patsy
neared the distant spot where her daughter seemed to have turned into the woods, the
concerned mother kept waiting in vain for the child to reemerge. Of course, she could
be resting and snacking on blueberries! Yet something about her disappearance was
disquieting. Patsy recalled when her husband had gone, how she had kept supposing
that he would be home at any time... She quickened her pace and believing that she was
near enough, started to call when the memory of Elaine's soiled shorts and panties
returned. If Patsy were going to solve that mystery, it might be more discreet to follow
secretly.
The mother expected to find some kind of path that she had never seen before. Elaine
knew better than to go into the woods without a path by which to retrace her steps!
Yet, Patsy saw nothing, not even a small break in the trees, and she was just beginning
to fear that she had passed the spot where her daughter had turned in, when she saw
the two quarts of blueberries propped in the roots of an old maple tree. And just beside
those, she saw the same barely discernible cart tracks that Elaine had discovered that
very morning.
Meanwhile, Elaine was so buoyantly sure that during this exquisite day, nothing could
possibly go wrong, she had firmly decided that she would take some of her berries to
her hermit. What she could not decide was how to bring about their first meeting. She
didn't want to scare him or anything! Maybe it would have been better to have written
a note in explanation of her presence and left if for him as a kind of introductory step.
She sighed. She hadn't thought of that at all! And she just couldn't walk right up to
him. Not that she was really afraid he would hurt her, not with King beside her. She
was afraid for their relationship, afraid that he would angrily chase her away without
giving her a chance to explain anything.
"King," she abruptly addressed the big dog, who looked at her immediately, perhaps
hoping to hear those magic words, 'do you want!' But Elaine continued, "I think maybe
we ought to do this tomorrow, don't you?" She had stopped and was staring regretfully
at the little container of berries, the plumpest she had picked. "Awwwwww," she
moaned, "I bet I don't do it tomorrow, either!"
King, remembering the chickens, started on his way again toward the little tar paper
shack.
Watching him persist on the way she had started to lead him, Elaine was suddenly
inspired with an idea. Why did she have to leave a note for her hermit? She had the
blueberries to leave! And that was especially nice, she romanticized, because it was like
bringing an offering to a god! Yes, that was a terrific idea!
So very quietly, the eleven year old made her disappointed dog sit still at their old place
outside the hermit's window while she crept stealthily to his open door and placed the
container of blueberries in the yard where he would be sure to see them when he came
out or went back in. Her heart tightened with the adventure of it all, especially when it
occurred to her that she had only assumed that he was inside when she didn't see him
around in his yard. Goodness! He could come up behind her at any minute! She turned
quickly around and returned to King. She had better peek inside and see if her hermit
was home!
Kevin had decided when he retired into the woods, that he would treat sex as an
appetite to be sated only when absolutely necessary. He knew that the hardest part of
his withdrawal from society would be to do without a woman's cunt, but he was
certainly not going to let that drag him out of the paradise he knew he would find. So
when he became sexually restless to the point of being unable to turn aside from his
arousal, he would find himself remembering the last woman he had seen. For example,
today he was being haunted by the woman standing at the counter of a store where he
had picked up supplies in the spring.
His entire shack then began to fill, it seemed, with the sweet womanly scent of that
briefly seen female, who had not even spoken to him and may not have noticed his
presence in the store at all! Nevertheless, his fantasizing mind was able to conjure her
image as though he had know her all his life.
Ever since lunch, Kevin had been living with that female spectre in the room. He knew
what it meant, yet he tried vainly to put off the moment. Finally, he decided that the
time had come to give in. As he struggled with the buttons of his jeans, he smiled at the
familiar physical reaction caused by just thinking of how voluptuous she looked
wearing only the thin blouse and shorts. He was sure there was no mistake in his mind,
he had been able to see the dark points of her nipples. She couldn't have been wearing
a bra! And where her thighs came together, yes, there had been wisps of soft dark hair
where the fabric had been pressed tight into the slit of her pussy. The beautiful woman,
or so he recalled, was too voluptuous for his willpower to endure. His cock, freed from
the restraint of his jeans, sprang up semi-erect, the rubbery head swelling dark with
lewdly urgent blood. He shut his eyes and tried to strip the clothes from her
remembered body. Her tits were huge and upthrust and perfect with rosy, spearcentered 
moons shining on him like Chinese lanterns.
His strong closed fist began slowly to pump the length of his desire-bloated prick,
running the thick foreskin back and forth over the blood-engorged head. He could feel
his spectre's nakedly exposed tits rubbing against him, her hands caressing him as even
now he was caressing himself. He thought of her dark pubic mound pushing against his
own, rubbing hard against his aching cock. His hand moved faster and faster, and he
began to groan, thinking of her standing tight against him right in the store, their
bellies rubbing and her smooth tapering legs inching apart to allow his rampantly
excited, lewd cock to enter the hot steaming hole of her devouring cunt.
He felt his balls drawing up tight to his body as he rocked wildly to and fro, and then,
in a matter of minutes, it ended as a great spurting gush of hot white sperm squirted
from his spasming cock to splatter over the floor in front of him.
"Aaaaaaiiiggghhh!" he groaned, his face red with exertion, his chest heaving, his entire
body trembling uncontrollably. "Oh, God!" he exclaimed and then shortly afterwards,
with disgust, "Oh, shit!" What a hell of a way to have a fuck! It would take him several
minutes to convince himself once again that this was best and it was the way he had
chosen in more lucid, rational moments.
The young eleven year old girl at the window gaped in amazement at the lewd actions
of her hermit. She stirred restlessly, consumed by emotion. Her own frazzled nerve
endings were gradually being renewed. Now was the time to rush in, but no! No, she
could not do any such thing! She watched him gibbering dumbly from the fantastic
shattering climax he had just given himself, and she wondered if maybe he was insane!
A strange musky odor seemed to waft through her nostrils, causing her brow to wrinkle
slightly as though deep in concentrated thought. Her pink tongue circled her lips, for
the urges that were coming over her were completely new.
She looked down into her halter and could see the twin peaks of her irregularly heaving
tits lying side by side in wide-set unrest between her eyes and the place where the halter
hugged her body more closely. Her legs were spread far apart as if in invitation to her
hermit, or even King, to be her lover. She didn't know whether she should be ashamed
of her hermit for being so immoral or compassionate because he had no one to fuck.
However, she judged him, she was certainly beginning to feel hot herself.
She turned away quietly from the window and signaled to King to follow. The vividness
of what she had just seen flickered across her sex-debauched mind and her body ached
like a toothache. Then the hermit merged with King, her beloved German shepherd,
big and powerful and shaggy, his muscular haunches working furiously over her as he
committed an act just as obscene with her, at least from a doggy point of view, fucking
a human female! No, she felt sorry for her hermit and resolved more strongly then ever,
to be his girl!
Well, she had left the blueberries. Perhaps the best thing to do now was to wait awhile.
Her little body ached to return to her grove in the pines where she could undress and
be free to the air. But she couldn't... well, maybe if she stayed down low in the grass by
the old house... and if he saw her what difference would it make after what she had
seen? And so when she had reached the outskirts of the former yard to the old rotting
building, the little girl removed her clothing once again and lay down in the tall grass.
She rubbed her thighs smoothly together and sighed. She felt so deliciously relaxed like
this. Whatever had happened all day, whatever would happen the rest of the day, was
certainly taking place in heaven. Carefully, caressingly, Elaine smoothed her hands
around over her sensitive young tits, touching them guardedly in gentle exploration.
"Oooohhhhhh," she moaned. They were tender. She squeezed them and gave a little
gasp of delight as her taut pink nipples oozed up between her spread-open fingers,
towering lewdly above the still low milk-white mounds.
Coursing their way down over her fluttering stomach to her still open thighs, her hands
explored further. She groaned again as her fingers tenderly touched the slight bruises
lining the soft wet edges of her cunt. What had made those? Surely not King's beloved
cock. It had felt so smoothly satisfying, not brutal at all the way Judy had led her to
expect a cock to feel, at least the first time. Her fingers probed carefully around the tiny
sensitive opening to her cunt, which seemed to be becoming moist again, moist and all
puffy.
And then she saw King. He had at last forgotten his disappointment over not being
allowed to chase the chickens and had curled up in a ball at her feet. Something in his
deep brown eyes was so fraught with longing and adoration of her, that she had to talk
to him.
"Oh, King, darling! I remember everything! I remember how good you are! Oh, you're
the very best, sweetheart!"
The eleven year old ex-virgin looked down at her pet's wistful brown eyes, resting so
thoughtfully within that handsome canine face, which in turn was laid so sadly on his
forepaws before him. What was he thinking? Had she been good for him? Did he really
love her? Her pussy began to itch again. Would he want to do it again? All these
thoughts broke headlong through the young girl's mind with a maximum of confusion.
Yet from it all emerged a single, all-important consideration and that was that King had
been better for her than any other single experience or combination of experiences she
had ever enjoyed in her life. He was even better than the circus! He was better than...
the whole world! His mind-fusing hard cock slipping and twisting and fucking inside of
her steaming cunt had been purest, shattering ecstasy. His long thick tongue on her
young tits, his wet lapping up the flanges of her burning young cunt had been an
experience well worth dying for!
And was it wrong? Was it any more wrong than what her hermit had just done? No,
King's devotion was more true than any human male's could have been, that was for
certain. He didn't run away like her father had! And he worshipped her! They were in
love! She realized now how much she had loved King ever since he was a darling little
puppy. Just because they were now going to have sex mingled with everything as well
didn't change anything between them.
"Come here, darling," she murmured sweetly, her tanned young face glowing in the
open sunlight, her cheeks all rosy with good health, relaxation and new sexual
happiness. She patted the ground beside her, her green eyes dilating slightly with desire.
He would come, she knew he would.
And he did. The big German shepherd was suddenly beside her and licking at her
earlobes affectionately as she giggled and grabbed his ears, rolling about beneath the
smooth, evanescent flickering touches of his furry coat against her overheated tanned
and milky mottled skin. She wiggled upwards and rubbed her soft resilient titties
against his shining coat. His wet tongue licked her face and she licked it back in an
affectionate French kiss, trying briefly to take it into her mouth so that she could suck
on it. Her hands came up on his ass as they played, and suddenly, glancing down, she
saw that he had become aroused again, for the pink tapered end of his doggy prick was
now peering quietly from its furry covering, a glistening wet drop of animal semen
showing at the tiny slit in its tip.
Suddenly her nostrils flared and her breathing began coming more hotly. Her eyes fixed
as if hypnotized upon that slowly protruding member that was emerging from between
his stiffly waiting legs. As they played, she occasionally lost sight of it, but not for 
long, and now something very strange and obscenely lascivious came slowly to dominate her
sex-drugged mind. It had actually occurred to her first when she was watching her
hermit masturbate, but she had forgotten it.
That's king's prick, she thought, the one that had loved her. It looked small and quiet
now, scarcely peeping through at all from the soft furred sheath which contained it. Yet
when he had pushed it into her body, it had been so hard and long and thick! It had
filled her up, pushing out the walls of her hot young cunt with an inexorable pressure
that eventually became excruciating, agonizingly delightful, and which finally sent her
spinning rapturously off into space, a sex-drenched slave to his love.
Suddenly she wanted it, yes, wanted it in her mouth! But no, that was disgusting! How
could she even consider such a thing? It had fucked her, but that was something else
again. Her mouth was a different thing from her cunt. She might even throw up if he
shot some of that sticky stuff from his cock, his doggy cum, down her open and
swallowing throat. Swallow! Could she make herself swallow it? What did it taste like?
All of a sudden a compelling curiosity consumed the musing eleven year old. King's
cum, she thought. What did it taste like? Would it be the same as a human's? Say the
same as her hermit's, for example? What would be the exact differences in measurement
and feel between their two cocks anyway? What would be the difference between them
if she had them both in her mouth, say, at the same time? The startled child could feel
a little gush of warm liquid exploding outward and downward from her loins. She had a
tremendous, overwhelming urge to suck on King's prick and find out just what his cum
tasted like that it could make her feel so joyous and happy inside. After all, she told
herself, her mind working computer-like to rationalize away all feeling of guilt, he had
satisfied her by licking her pussy! It was only fair that she return this most ultimate of
devotions.
As King continued to lick her face wetly, occasionally probing his warm moist tongue
into her ears or down over her budding and panting young tits, Elaine smiled.
Tentatively, her hand reached out, cupping his small, trembling testicles in the cool
affection of her grasp. The dog gasped and began panting more slavishly, licking her
face wetly all over at a frantically increased rate.
As she watched his slick red prick emerge from its slender cocoon of fur, gradually
straightening out and becoming expanded and bloated with blood, Elaine sighed and
her green eyes lit up. Her heart began to race. Did she really want to do this? But she
could not seem to help herself. Her obscene curiosity was altogether much too
overwhelming for her eleven year old heart to withstand the temptation. She had felt
King's stony cock inside of her grasping cunt. Now she wanted to feel it in her hand
and perhaps... perhaps even in her mouth. She trembled again as she remembered how
his long glistening red instrument had spewed its sperm up high into her openly
welcoming cunt.
Teasing and tormenting herself, she continued to caress his genitals with her fingers so
that he became increasingly excited as well. She couldn't make up her sex-addled mind.
Should she or shouldn't she? Finally she closed her eyes and uttered a little cry that was
half a moan, half a sigh of ecstatic resignation. Her small hand clasped the dog's
expanding prick firmly, feeling its smooth thick length resting wetly within her excited
grasp.
Yes, she loved it. She knew that now. She loved having it fuck her, and she wanted to
suck on it. There was no escaping it...
Hypnotized by the forbidden fruit of their illicit relationship, which was sending
paralyzing waves of sexual electricity shooting throughout her sex-starved loins, Elaine
suddenly, instinctively, bent her head. While one hand pushed her beloved dog back
down on the ground on his back with his forepaws scrambling at the sky, his canine
body totally awkward and put off by the unusual sequence of events, she drew his
burning hot prick, now out to almost six inches in stiffening length, closer and closer to
her parted pink lips.
The young girl's long black hair, glistening a burnt amber in the sunlight, lowered like
a theatre curtain over King's tremulous furry body, and then her mouth, forming a
wide oval, slipped slowly down over his lust-bloated rod of dog-flesh. Her full sensual
Ups closed over with the most delicate of touches, her wet tongue licked at its shining
smoothness, and then she was running her mouth all the way down to the bottom until
his cock bumped the back of her hungry throat, making her cough just a little.
As her velvet mouth contained livingly all of his hotly throbbing prick, his forepaws
waved helplessly in the air and his lower legs tried to scratch at her tits or her face,
seeking some kind of footing. This was a totally new experience for him. He had
occasionally lapped at his own cock and swallowed some of his cum when it came
spurting out, but this... this was completely new!
His young, black-haired mistress sighed in equal ecstasy. Sucking her beloved dog's
cock was far more delicious than she could ever have possibly suspected or imagined.
The feel of his bloated cock-flesh in her mouth was warm and smooth, with isolated hot
ridges pulsating under their load of muscle-expanding blood. Her wet, pink tongue
licked around and under it, making her furry charge wince with passion. She wanted to
taste every last inch and know this delicious morsel perfectly from top to shining tip,
from which she licked off droplets of pungent cum as swiftly as they appeared.
While she was running her hand longingly over the furry length of the German
shepherd's body, her fingers paused to fondle his nipples, which had become very hard
like little buttons. Above her, King was yelping out his passion as she sucked and
sucked, and she pushed her fingers under his firmly contracted testicles and moved
them around to hear him yelp. She really loved this dog and wanted only to make him
happy. The feel of his prick in her mouth made her loins gush all over the grass
without pause. She slid her fingers silkily between the dog's fur-smooth belly and
rubbed and rubbed to help make him cum, continuing all the while to suck and nibble
at his bursting cock without stop, even to the point of licking out at the furry sheath
below and at the tops of his balls when she had his cock sunk so warmly all the way
inside her hollowing cheeks.
Over and over again her soft buttery lips brushed hungrily up and down, fucking her
pet's blood-engorged cock, which was becoming larger and more delicious with every
mouthful stroke! She began sobbing with her desire, her loins feeling alive with the
tingling of her burning lewdness, but her cry came out muffled and low as the
throbbing head of his animal cock stuffed her mouth and throat all the more fully.
The warm, moist flesh of her saliva-filled mouth continued to fuck without stop on
King's long thick animal cock. Occasionally she nibbled teasingly between hot, swiping
licks with her wet tongue, and this made King pant all the harder, his big brown eyes
wide and half-crazed with instinctive lust. The moist suction around his rapidly growing
organ made his eyes bulge as he looked down at the long tossing hair and actively
hollowing cheeks of his sex-drugged young mistress. The hot red column of his prick
fucked slickly in and out of her mouth, shining partly with her saliva and partly from
drippings of his cum which she did not lick off fast enough. Elaine trembled as she
recalled that this was the same masterful cock which had so delightfully splayed open
her virginal young cunt and taken her maidenhead. She moaned and she sucked, her
green eyes closing and opening as if she were being consumed by the delirium of a
tropical fever.
Passionately, her curling wet tongue tangled lovingly around his hard cock, which had
now grown to immeasurable size, and this brought another deep throated growl from
King's passion-drenched throat. Her tongue, lips, and teeth seemed now to have
become a single inseparable force working demonically in the region of his genitals.
Elaine could see his shining, fur-covered asscheeks tense together as he involuntarily
jerked forward with her help into the warm soft cavern of her devouring mouth.
King's hips had begun now to lunge violently forward and back under this uninhibited
attack of her mouth on his burning cock-flesh. He whined and panted lavishly, his
saliva dripping down onto his shaggy chest. She sucked at his cock like a hungry calf
feeding from its mother, the smooth hard texture filled her mouth to the bursting point
as it expanded further with each passing fuck into her warm wet mouth.
The hard rubbery tip of his cock-head grazed smoothly against the back of her lewdly
accepting throat. Her mouth was filled with warm moist saliva and made a smooth hot
sheath around his monstrous red instrument as it pummeled faster and faster into her
urgently sucking face. His large dark testicles beat a steady rhythm of bestial lust
against the tip of her chin on the downstroke, and she could feel him all wet where
some of the saliva in her totally filled mouth had drooled down from her lips and
moistened the whole of her lower face.
As he mewled and fucked his sweating loins up at her face, King's handsome canine
features seemed to contort with animal desire. Elaine's lewdly ovalled lips continued to
suck and nibble deliriously on his blood-throbbing cock. He watched with gleaming,
sex-crazed eyes as her wildly bobbing head made the reddish flesh of his cock disappear
into the tightly rounded opening formed by her widely stretched lips and felt them
clasping around it wetly like the lips of a bitch's cunt.
As she wallowed joyously in her shame in committing this obscenely illicit act, Elaine's
eyes were tightly closed. But then all of a sudden she opened them, sensing that he was
getting ready to erupt. Yes! There before her very eyes, his sperm-bloated balls had
pulled tightly into the neck of his animal scrotum, getting ready to discharge! Now! It
had to be now!
His thick, glistening prick was thrust far back into her ravenously sucking mouth, and
King yelped and instinctively arched his pelvis up at her. The full force of his rigidity
continued to expand in the velvet-smooth softness between her tongue and the roof of
her mouth. A thousand sensations seemed to be ripping at his earnestly struggling
loins. And then suddenly all of his canine passion rushed ferociously to the fore with a
roaring spurt from his sperm-bloated testicles, racing along the bridge of his hard
animal cock, then streaming like a shower of sparks far into the depths of her young
throat.
As the scalding hot gushes of sticky dog-cum burst in thick jets forward into the
confines of her openly sucking mouth, Elaine choked and sputtered for a single, long
held moment. And then she saw her beloved pet shudder along his entire muscular
length, his fur glistening and shiny with satisfaction. She choked, gasped, and
swallowed with delirious happiness to have this most ultimate of tributes from the dog
she loved. And then his soft deflated prick began slipping with a lewd wet sucking
sound from between her cum-covered pink lips, a thin string-like trickle of white still
connecting them together. The hollows of her throat worked for long moments
afterwards, swallowing in great gulps the searing hot sperm he had flooded into her
throat.
Finally her nostrils flared, and she could feel the warm, glowing ball of fire in her loins
begin to expand again. Caressing his testicles, the eleven year old brunette moved
upward over King's powerful furry body in order to mingle her tongue with his in an
orgy of unnatural French kissing. King hungrily lapped at her mouth and face as her
warm firm tits spread out over his hairy body. Her long dark hair waved over him
caressingly as she moved around over the exhausted German shepherd. And now, she
thought with surreal satisfaction, it's my turn, darling King!


Chapter 5

At least, it was clear to Patsy, her daughter was following a path of sorts and would not
get lost. On the other hand, there were more ways than one to get lost, the still small
voice of her conscience, sounding very much like her mother's voice, whispered. Well,
and if she is having sex at her young age, what will I do, Patsy asked, not her
conscience, but herself. She had no idea how to face, never mind handle, such a
possibility, and without realizing it her steps began to slow down as she instinctively
tried to give herself time to think.
Certain stories, stories that she would never dare listen to when she was younger, must,
nevertheless, have impressed themselves through her deliberately inattentive ears and
lain dormant somewhere under layers of respectability because now they came buzzing
into her head as though to help her solve her problems.
She had heard women talking about how enormously hung some man was and how
they had felt when they were being fucked, how the rest of the universe disappeared
and they could think of nothing else. They spoke of mind-splitting orgasms and wafting
on a cloud for days afterward. Nothing like that had ever happened to Patsy! Although
she had never felt more than a relaxation herself, she had heard of multiple orgasms,
truly fantastic flights whereby one orgasm took off from the plateau left by the last. It
had always sounded like a lot of exaggeration to her!
She even remembered sitting in a cheap restaurant once and having to hear a
conversation at the next table about a woman having an affair with her own son! A
mother was eagerly describing his flashing eyes and his curly blond hair and his
gorgeous skin. Patsy would never forget the things she said. It was horrifying! She
described his body as muscular, all lines and planes and angles and hard muscle and
bone with a washboard stomach. He was great at athletics and other things, too. Patsy
had shuddered.
It seemed this mother couldn't keep her eyes from her son's magnificently sexy body, or
keep from eyeing his handsome young face with its beautifully kissable lips. Recalling
what she had overheard, Patsy felt a bittersweet, involuntary shiver ripple through her
sensitive sex-starved flesh and the triangular world of her heated loins swam with
sensation as she walked.
Anyway, it seems this woman was washing dishes one afternoon and her son came
home from school and right into the kitchen, where he pushed his hands right under
her armpits and grabbed her tits! The woman spoke as if it were the most marvelous
thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life! Her own son! She said she
almost fainted as he squeezed her tits and licked her neck. He had played with her
titties for a good ten minutes before she could bring herself to push him away.
Then she heard him crying in his room that night and she thought she ought to talk to
him because he either felt ashamed or rejected. But it broke her heart for him to cry
like that and so she went in to soothe him if she could. She did. She had no sooner sat
down on the edge of his bed before he grabbed her and pulled her down into his wiry
strong arms. Then she talked about his marvelous kiss and how the sheet fell away and
he was stark naked underneath, and she could feel the most immense cock she had ever
seen in her life!
Patsy stopped. She could feel her cunt cringing as she walked as if a man were lewdly
fingering it. The man's finger was still working its way slowly up inside, and she
pressed her thighs tightly together. Her husband used to do that occasionally, when he
could get away with it. Oh, why was she remembering this obscene conversation in that
cheap restaurant just when she least needed reminding of how frustrated she was!
She had pictured what the woman was describing apparently, without even realizing
that she was listening! But now Patsy could see pictures as well as hear the woman's
voice as she talked of sucking on his beautiful young cock and of swallowing a whole
mouthful of his sticky sweet cum and things like that! Patsy felt her own nostrils flare.
The boy had sucked on his mother's titties, too, and then she had fucked him by riding
up and down on top of him. After that he had eaten her cunt, licked it all out, and
chewed on it, and... and had stuffed his finger up her asshole, even fucked it later!
Maybe the woman had exaggerated, Patsy thought, but she couldn't help seeing the
images that the story evoked. She could no longer help recalling them... deliberately
recalling them now!
But her mind went back, back to some pictures a girl at school had passed around.
They had gone through Patsy's hands only because of where she was sitting. She
thought she hadn't looked at them, but apparently her peeks were enough to make a
deep impression so that after all these years, they could pop right into her mind
completely unbidden! There were a number of them, she remembered, that were of a
really wild looking redhead in lewd embrace with any number of strange men, being
fucked with their slick shining cocks buried deep within the soft glistening red 
curlcovered mound of the woman's moist pubic hair, or her mouth wrapped around their
pricks, devouring, sucking on them. Then there was one of a blond man having
intercourse with some gorgeous blond or having his prick sucked by another sucking
on their large balloon-like tits, or licking tantalizingly between the glistening folds of
their wide-splayed cunts. There had even been one, God help us, of one of the blonds
being fucked in the asshole by a large, powerful German shepherd, its sleek brown coat
shining, its long pink tongue hanging wetly out of its smartly good-looking face, its
forepaws mounted on the girl's bare milky white back.
Yes, Patsy remembered having stared at that one, against her will, to be sure. She
couldn't believe it. The picture had to have been some clever kind of montage, but it
had been difficult to pull her eyes away! Not only was the dog fucking the woman in
the ass, but the woman was sucking on a man's prick at the same time, a cock very
heavily swollen with blood-engorged blue veins, monstrous, unreal! And then there was
a boy underneath her, a very young, dark-haired boy, maybe a teenager, who was lying
on his back underneath her hanging tits and sucking on one of them like a calf sucks a
cow, while he squeezed the other tit with his hands.
Oh, God! Patsy thought, stopping again. Her own tits heaved with emotion, the
triangle of her mature, hair-fluffed pussy felt as if it were being stabbed with tiny
needles. The image of that woman, the dog panting above and behind her, its long red
prick shining with something sticky and wet as it obviously fucked in and out of the
woman's asshole or wherever it was, haunted her. Maybe it was actually sliding in and
out of her cunt, but with the two-dimensional photo, it was hard to tell. Then there was
the man's lust-inflated cock all thick and shining with white milky cum echoing slightly
from the edges of the woman's hungrily sucking lips, her long blond hair falling out
over her back and sides, the boy sucking on the enormous tits... oh God, Patsy had not
thought of it for years! She thought she had driven the vile images completely from her
mind ages ago. She closed her eyes and felt slightly faint. Yet her loins were literally
swarming with sensations both warm and honeyish at the same time. In another
moment she felt as if she might swoon. Then she felt it again, the phantom tickling of
her pussy by some insolent finger of her mind, through the panties under her skirt!
Patsy slumped to the ground. The urgency of her loins was incredible. Her breathing
seemed to be coming very fast. She glanced downward and found her tits swelling very
firmly against the ordinarily shapeless dress she wore to deliberately hide her own sexy
body! God, they were aching. She had never felt anything like this before. Was it an
intense erotic pressure generated by the lewd memories that seemed to be crowding her
mind now?
And God, a dog! In spite of her best intentions to scoff at the idea, the memory of the
German shepherd's sex-slickened shaft impaled within the woman's asscheeks was
probably the sexiest of them all! She had heard jokes about human beings having
relations with good-looking masculine animals like German shepherds, but she had
made every attempt to not even listen, never mind believe such trash!
Yet the idea would not go away. Imagine being fucked by a dog! The phrase, 'fucked by
a dog' stuck heatedly in Patsy's sex-parched brain. What would it be like, to actually
have that bright red prick fucking as slickly in and out of one's cunt where the walls
clutched hungrily at it, grasping it, as it passed achingly, agonizingly on through... Then
she remembered Mrs. Duggin's dog and how it was always coming around, the dirty
bitch, coming around just to get their powerful pet King fucking hard into her...
Patsy felt the force of her ballooning tits against the dress. She had heard it was
wonderful, she thought dazedly now, wonderful to have a dog's prick inside of your
cunt instead of a man's. It sounded extraordinary, having a dog fuck... fuck her! She
had heard there were women who would take nothing else in the asshole or in the cunt
because of the speed he fucks, they said. Patsy felt herself being carried away on an
inexorable tide of emotion. She was using all these filthy words in her mind. If some
man had used them with her, she would have called the police, or at least she thought
she would have. Maybe she wouldn't have, after all. It was sickening and yet also
fearfully exciting as though she were a street slut or a sex maniac or... or... well, maybe
she was these things at heart! For there was no doubt in her mind that something in
her voluptuous body was yearning to break free of the dreadful taboos and inhibitions
which so wound up tightly her every day life that... that she was always getting
headaches!
Fucked by a dog! There it was, back again! She even remembered the brown coloring.
Then she thought of Mrs. Duggin's bitch being fucked by King. What did King think
about during intercourse, she wondered. With his eyes closed and that endless, low
whine, what kind of obscene thoughts went through a dog's mind? Mrs. Duggin's
mongrel just stood there, apparently unmoved, its tongue lolling out of its black head
while King screwed her furiously, his great haunches jerking powerfully, his forelegs
gripping snugly about the other dog's shoulders, his longish red tongue hanging out of
his mouth, wet and dripping with thick saliva, his slick red cock fucking lewdly in and
out of the other dog's body to an alarming length.
That was one of the few times that Patsy had ever paid much attention to King's sexual
proclivities. Usually he had to ramble too far away to find a dog, she supposed. But she
was glad to see it. He was such a splendid dog. She could scarcely believe the length
and thickness of his doggy cock as it escaped from the soft furry covering beneath its
belly. Somehow she had always imagined that dogs had very tiny pricks. King's
certainly had always seemed normal, although, obviously, when he was aroused, it
became anything but her idea of normal! She had been quite taken aback, and,
remembering rightly, her breath had whooshed out of her lungs as she gaped in
amazement at the furious quality of King's fucking. Had it been her imagination that
his eyes had opened and seemed to fasten on her as well as he moved in that savage
sexual embrace? She thought she saw recognition instead of daze in those big beautiful
brown eyes with their long dark lashes. She had even blushed meeting his gaze,
innocent as that meeting was. But she had entertained the curiosity, briefly, about what
that longish tongue of his might feel like if it ever approached her tender pussy flesh
the way a man sometimes wanted to do! Oh God, how obscene could she get? Stifling a
sob of mingled shame and frustration, Patsy broke off the cart path and into the woods.
She couldn't face Elaine in this condition. She would just hide for a minute and pull
herself together.
It was easy to find a spot that was shielded from the path in these dense woods. She lay
down for a moment on the earth that had been cushioned and scented with centuries of
fallen pine and fir needles. She could not help staring at her own voluptuous body, her
tits gradually subsiding from their uncontrollable excitement of moments ago. What
was wrong with her? Why wasn't she as interested in sex as... as... But she was! That
was just the point! She was interested, but it was so hard to drown out her mother's
guardian eye and voice! She had the same beautiful tits as any of the women in those
pictures. She knew that. Her proportions had often been complimented and called
beautiful by earnest men around the office. She was always flattered by their attention,
of course, and not a little flirtatious and a bit of a tease in return, yet as far as she knew
she was still married so she wouldn't dream of dating. But why not? She could well
imagine what her husband was doing wherever he was! Still, she had Elaine to think of.
And thinking of Elaine, she had to calm down and get rid of this horrible lewd burning
that seemed to be consuming her composure as well as her curvaceous body.
Then an idea occurred to her that she had never considered seriously before. Women
spoke of having orgasms. She herself had never before felt as lascivious as she did right
now. Intuitively, she knew that probably for the first time in her life, her body was
ready for an orgasm. Maybe she was what they called a nympho or something like that.
Maybe she could only bring it on herself. Finally, with firm resolution which probably
was motivated less by her mind than she would admit, she decided to try it, to
fingerfuck herself as the expression goes.
Immediately she began taking off her clothes and in another moment she was,
somewhat self-consciously, nakedly exposed to the woods and the birds and maybe a
curious chipmunk. She looked nervously around her, whipping her long black hair
wildly about her milk-white shoulders. She cupped the heavy white mounds of her tits
in her hands and slowly, tantalizingly thumbed her rose nipples. How could I possibly
ever be ashamed of those, she wondered? Her husband had sucked them for years
without stop. Still idly rubbing her naked flesh, she found herself wondering if a dog
ever licked at a woman's titties. She imagined King's lengthy red tongue streaking out,
sending fierce rippling shivers all through her tingling flesh. Oh, God, she shivered.
How had she gotten onto "that?
An involuntary quiver of desire broke through her voluptuous body, nevertheless, at the
thought of King's attentions, and as if drawn by a magnet, she pressed her fingers hard
inside the swollen lips of her hotly tingling pussy with a soft moan of ardent surrender.
Just as abruptly, she gasped and drew them out. There was her mother's blazing eye
from somewhere inside her brain. God, what torture, what a mass of confusion she was!
It was at that very moment that she heard a kind of mewling, partly pleading, begging,
half-crazed under some sort of torment. A chill of primitive maternal fear raced through
Patsy. What was going on? It sounded like Elaine! Frantically, Patsy grabbed her dress
and underwear and pulled it around herself as best she could then ran for the cart road.
"Ooooooooohhhhh, please! Oh, no, pleasssssssse! Don't!"
Yes, that was Elaine's voice and she was obviously in some kind of trouble! But where
was she? Visions of a crazy hermit with her beautiful dark-haired daughter at his
lecherous mercy raced through Patsy's excited mind. She had to find her!
"Darling, ooohhhhhhh, that's it, lover! Ooooooohhhhhh, sweetheart! Goooooodddddd.
Just slide it into me, lover! Fuck me good, baby! Oooohhhhhhhh."
Patsy scarcely noticed the old house as her eyes searched the bramble-covered clearing
where it stood. But she was aware now that the words had altered so that now it was
evident that Elaine was not in danger. The memory of the soiled clothing she had found
in the laundry hamper returned to Patsy. And so did shades of her own mother. Hah,
she was going to catch the little girl right in the act after all! There was no doubt that
she was willingly misbehaving. This was probably a regular rendezvous she had set up
with some boy from school, the little hussy! Well, Patsy would put an end to that!
Completely forgetting her own state of undress, seething with rage, Elaine's mother
hurried across the clearing toward the continuing and fiercely rousing sounds of young
lust being fulfilled.
"Darling! Oh yes, that's it! Oh, how much I love you! Fuck me gooooooddddddd!"
Fuck her? Yes, of course. How else could the cum have gotten onto her panties? Yet
Patsy had hoped against reason that she was merely stumbling on a hot petting session.
Oh, God, this was too much. At eleven years old, she could have the decency to hang
on to her virginity at least a little longer, until she was old enough to know what she
was doing! Furious, Patsy finally came upon them just on the other side of a thicket of
bramble and froze with heart-stopping shock right where she stood!
There on the grass was her beautiful dark-haired daughter crouching on all fours, her
long hair hanging forward around her face and down onto the ground, her ripely
developing tits brushing against the tips of the wild grass, while in back of her,
accompanied by ecstatic mewling whimpers and sighs from both parties, was the family
dog, King, his heavy forepaws on her smooth tanned back, his red tongue hanging
loosely out of his mouth, as his huge, shining animal-cock fucked with a soft obscene
sucking sound in and out of Elaine's tight little grasping cunt.
Unwittingly, Patsy reached for the bramble for support and pricked her fingers nastily,
and yet she didn't notice. She was on the verge of swooning away into a dead faint. The
clothing fell away from her opulent flesh and her skin began to cool again in the soft
summer air, covering quickly with goose bumps. But it kept her awake. Her glazed,
unbelieving eyes fastened breathlessly on the amazing lewd sight taking place on her
own darling little daughter's developing body. She couldn't tear her eyes away. The
lewd thought of this powerful German shepherd fucking into her naked and defenseless
young child, who was quaking on the ground with each violent animal fuck between
her thighs, sent shivers of erotic sensuality coursing madly down Patsy's spine.
Yet her eyes glued to the lewd scene, unable to shift for a single instant. The evil
fascination of Elaine's depraved ravishment held her glued to the spot and unable to
breathe, and up between her trembling thighs, the lips of her own cunt throbbed
relentlessly, fast becoming gorged with blood and desire. Tiny pulsations of sensual
need spread electrically through the small swollen bud of her clitoris and she bit her
lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations which were now assaulting her
aching loins.
Could this really be her sweet young Elaine, bent over so obscenely on all fours with
their huge watchdog mounted on the softly spread cheeks of her ass, his glistening
prick fucking slickly in and out of the hot wet sheath between Elaine's legs, occasionally
pulling all the way out to disclose its dripping, tapered head. Then Elaine would moan
with lust and wiggle her ass back onto it. The tapered point slipped and danced in her
hot, moist anal crack as King jerked, trying in vain to bury his glittering prick in her
hot young body once more.
Oblivious to anything else except the intense need to recapture that lengthening shaft
of doggy hardness deep in her wanting cunt, Elaine looked back sobbing. Like a bitch
in heat she bucked back against her pet, but the sharp cock-tip missed momentarily,
then slid upward at a sharp, deadly angle, through her asscheeks, toward the snug little
pucker of her asshole. Then it righted itself and plunged deep, deep into Elaine's
pleading hot cunt, eliciting a cry from the helpless young dark-haired child that was
partly agony and partly excruciated delight.
Then with great speed, King began fucking into her generously, his sperm-bloated balls
swatting softly underneath into her sensitive satin-smooth pussy crack, rubbing against
his eleven year old mistress's tiny pink clitoris and drawing increased moans of lust
from her lips with every last sway and nudge.
Patsy couldn't help noticing that the hot red glow of his fucking prick contrasted
sharply with the fevered pink flesh of Elaine's passion-inflamed cunt, and watching
from behind the bramble, Patsy found herself unable to breathe, although she snorted
hoarsely. Slowly she began rounding the bush, drawing nearer, as if drawn on the
invisible string of hypnotism. Something was taking violent hold on the young mother.
It was as if she were the person being so furiously fucked by their handsome German
shepherd. Yes, it was as if she were the one who had King's powerful cock fucking oh
so wonderfully in and out, in and out of her cunt... or... or even her asshole, as she had
heard...
Patsy moaned and her nostrils flared. Her fingers slid purposefully lower across her
belly toward the soft, tangled vee of hair between her weak and tremulous legs.
The huge dog was bucking madly into her beautiful daughter now, although his eyes
occasionally glanced at Patsy. His red tongue, shining with saliva, lolled lasciviously out
of his slavering head. His huge cudgel looked bloated and much too great for Elaine's
tender virginal pussy to take, but there was no doubt that the eleven year old brunette
was taking it, moaning all the while with increased delirium with each wonderfully
savage thrust. It slithered fuckingly forward with a wet lewd rush until it was sunk to
the hilt, King's hairy balls swinging below her passion-moistened pubic hair and
slapping at her clitoris as if spanking her. A moan of tremulous lust broke from Elaine's
lips, and she moved rhythmically backwards to meet the loving fucking of the panting
dog. As his forelegs trapped her wasp-like waist, she began to undulate her body and
move her ass in licentious little circles, abandoning herself totally to the delicious
doggy-fucking she was receiving from behind.
When the child's face turned sideways, it was evident to Patsy that her daughter was
really and truly in love enjoying this obscene bestiality. But then, could she blame
Elaine? Her lovely young features were so contorted with rapture from the delicious
screwing the beast was having in her, and her soft-fleshed beginning young tits danced
crazily beneath her writhing torso, moving as much as they were yet able in time to the
dog's deep-skewering lusty prick as it fucked far up into her from behind, a relentless
hot poker of flesh burying itself deeply into her lust-churned belly.
Patsy's breath was coming in tight, sharply punctuated little gasps and the burning
sensation bubbling in her stomach and tits had expanded wildly in maddening intensity
with each moment she watched her beautiful dark-haired daughter being ravished by
her doggy lover. Her naked flesh was fairly dripping perspiration now as the sun beat
down through the cooling breeze and her fingers began to wander, unheeded within the
soft wet lips of her love-starved pussy. A trickle of perspiration ran down from her
navel and became in the tight dark curls of her pubic hair. The moist, hair-lined flanges
of her throbbing cunt felt as if they had been stuffed into a live light socket, they
tingled so. She bit harder on her lower lip, but all control was swiftly fading.
The aroused mother's flushed forehead was covered with tiny sparkling beads of
perspiration, and another trickle ran down the valley between lush, succulent full tits,
which felt ripe as tropical fruit in the middle of July. Her nerves felt shattered and her
mind whirled with indecision. She knew that she must do something, but it was by far
too late, for she knew as well that now her body and its mindless lusts had taken
command and pushed her brain with its stem maternal eye and the voice that issued
her moral compunctions deeply into the background. Her belly was tingling with
electricity, and she could feel the seeping wetness between her thighs increasing with
each long moment she stood here watching. The blood was rushing in her ears like a
mighty river unleashed through a break in an earthen dam. Na feeling in her life had
ever affected her like this before.
Almost directly in front of her now, her daughter's obscenely swaying body moved
beneath the savage onslaught of King's ravenous penile charge as he humped the
kneeling girl without stop. And she appeared to have gone totally out of her mind now,
moaning out lewd encouragement to him through fearsomely clenched teeth. She was
begging the dumb beast to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his boiling animal
cum deep inside her devouring hot cunt. She was begging that she wanted to be filled
to the brim with his canine sperm and that in her madness for him, that was all that
mattered. To all intents Elaine appeared to be no longer even human, but just a
quivering youthful mass of lust-deranged, sweating flesh pleading to be subjugated by
the animal behind her. She was reveling in her humiliation before this furry beast, and
she was grinding her ass back agonizingly against his hairy jerking body like a bitch in
heat.
Patsy watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the
curvaceous cleft of Elaine's rotating young ass. They glistened and tiny droplets ran
slowly down the backs of her thighs almost to the swelling half-moons of her wellshaped calves.
And nearby, her mother's large, budding nipples tingled with aroused sensuality and
her fingers were filling up with secretion from her sex-drugged cunt. Guilty pleasure
throbbed and bubbled without pause through her seductive flesh. Her eyes riveted hotly
on Elaine and King's unnatural coupling, her two children panting with furious
unconcealed lust and devotion for one another. The flood between her thighs was sticky
and warm, and she closed her eyes tightly and gave herself over completely to the
rolling sensations of pleasure coursing so urgently, commandingly through her flaming
loins. It was almost as if King were fucking her now, too. She could almost feel his
prick hot up inside her clutching, steaming cunt, all warm and thick and slippery,
rolling around... A gush of shame broke through her at the waves of indecent pleasure
which had so effectively eliminated all impulse to move. God, what should she do? This
was absolute lunacy!
Her own invading fingers probed lingeringly, maddeningly at the soft moist flesh of her
desire-swollen cuntal walls. Her lust-moisture now covered the palm of her hand almost
completely, and her own fingers moving in tight little circles inside her body was
driving her out of her mind. The fire raging in her savagely contracting cunt was out of
control by far. And the sight of her gorgeous brunette daughter being buffeted into the
ground by the huge German shepherd, being skewered in her lewdly wet cunt without
mercy, and loving it, was too much for the sex-hungry mother to take!
Then suddenly, Elaine began sobbing her heart out, twisting her head wildly from side
to side to make her long dark tresses fly about her shoulders. Was this the beginning of
an orgasm? Was it really this fierce? Patsy had always thought there was much
exaggeration involved in the stories! Good God! No wonder the ecstatic child was
screwing her ass back on King's invading shaft with such frenetic greediness. With her
dark hair flailing around, she looked like a she-demon going insane for sex as the giant
animal's tongue wetly lolled from his mouth, and he fucked up between her quivering
thighs from behind. Saliva dripped from his open mouth onto the tanned expanse of
her smooth young back.
"Tear me! Rip me, darling!" Elaine whined, fucking back wildly against the humping
dog just as he jerked forward and Patsy's eyes widened. She could tell with heart
stopping certainty that the dog was reaching his climax, too. His haunches seemed to
be shuddering, and then his cock was spitting white-hot semen in hard spurts deep into
Elaine's ardently clasping young cunt. Patsy watched in drugged fascination, her own
fingers moving faster as Elaine's shapely young ass began contracting uncontrollably,
signalling the child's orgiastic upheaval deep inside her quivering belly. The German
shepherd's thick white cum oozed wetly and lewdly from her tightly clasping cunt
squeezing desperately around his prick, then ran down the brown columns of her
thighs. Her ass glistened, displaying cum-painted white and tender ravaged pink flesh
as she suddenly pitched forward on her face into a lazy, post-orgasmic doze.
King's deflating prick slipped from her mercilessly mauled hole with a sucking noise
that echoed lewdly through the panting silence of the woods. Elaine appeared to be out
cold, while her doggy dominator stood above her wagging his heavy tail with patent
appreciation. In a final act of depravity, he dropped his snout to her widespread thighs
and licked at the sticky white semen oozing back out of her still quivering young cunt,
gulping it down hungrily until she was licked clean.
Then he turned and looked at his other mistress, whom he had never seen naked
before. Did she need him, too?


Chapter 6

The sun beat down relentlessly on the strange activities outside the rotting old house
that had been hidden in the woods for perhaps a hundred years. Elaine's mother,
overcome with emotion and without even noticing what she was doing, had gradually
slid to the ground, more or less in a kneeling position. Against her mental will, her
hands and fingers burrowed down between her shaking white thighs and groped inside
the throbbing moist mass of her pubic hair. Her legs scissored open on the grass, and
she fingered her own passion-wet cuntal slit, moaning soft and low with sensual
anticipation of her own climax. The tips of her fingers drew the narrow hair-fringed
furrow apart, exposing the blood-swollen lips of her palpitating cunt to the warm, over
heated air that now seemed to surround them all.
With a primitive groan, the aroused young mother sunk her middle finger deep into the
little viscous mouth of her starving cunt. She held her breath, her blue eyes rolling
ecstatically, her defenseless cunt feeling as if it were burning up and demanding much
more than a single finger to feed its savage needs. Without hesitation, she inserted
another finger, drawing her knees up on the ground with her ass waving high in the air.
There was the rustle of grass as King leapt from Elaine's side to Patsy's, and the
frustrated mother fucked her fingers deeper into the secreting moistness of her cunt, her
mind still full of lewd pictures of her eleven year old daughter's body locked beneath
King's as his lust-bloated prick slid home and then out again.
Mindless of the rough earth, Patsy rocked back and forth on the ground, fucking her
fingers lewdly in and out of her burning cunt with ecstatic little sighs. She could still see
King's huge thick cock ramming its glistening way into Elaine's tenderly clasping young
cunt, sinking between her parted thighs like a massively thick red log. Now Patsy's
hands became that gleaming shaft of lewd flesh, and her gasps began to match all the
others that had broken from her daughter's sex-drenched lips in the past few minutes.
In her passion-crazed mind, Patsy wanted only what her little daughter had gotten. She
wanted to be savagely split, too. She wanted to be fucked, to use a word she
remembered surprisingly well. Oh, how she wished her husband was here now
pumping his own cum-filled cock into her hot searing hole!
But her thoughts were not enough as her mind raced lasciviously. She had to have
more! More! Anything! In desperation she curled up, reached back over her ass,
searched that hot wet crack, and then tried frenziedly to stuff a finger deep into her
small puckered, rubberily resisting asshole between her shivering moon-shaped
asscheeks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls, sending a
sharp jolt of pain through her quivering body. She stilled, panting for a moment, and
then took up her fierce masturbatory rhythm again, now with fingers stuffed lewdly in
both sensitive holes. Her full firm titties hung in shapely, joggling unrest off both sides
of her chest, her nipples fairly bursting with life.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she cried, electric tingles racing madly through her passiondrenched 
flesh, her whole body seeming to vibrate under her demanding fingers.
Unseen by her in her mindless, hypersexed state, King had by now lowered his head to
his helpless mistress's soft pink hair-covered pussy and was sniffing lustfully at the
musky-scented flesh. The great German shepherd's tail wagged as his body trembled
and his cock began elongating and tingling all over again, even though he had just
finished with this woman's small daughter. This would be quite a haul in one day, he
could have been thinking, judging from his enigmatic doggy-smile.
As the dog's cold nose made contact with her tiny puckered asshole and the index
finger she was furiously fingering it with, Patsy moaned instinctively in both terror and
curiosity. She tensed and groaned as she felt his tongue lick wetly up and down the
crack around it. Her finger popped out swiftly with a moist lewd sound, and then the
tip of his wet tongue was trying to burrow into the outer fleshy anal ring.
"No, King! Don't do that!" she tried to protest, attempting to scissor her disintegrating
legs. "I don't want it! I don't need it!"
At least this once, the big dog seemed to know better than his mistress, for as she tried
to squirm away, the German shepherd raised his head and growled dangerously. Then
he began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his red
tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little pucker of her asshole up
over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation-centered bud of her
clitoris atop her quivering pubic mound.
King's great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through
soft butter, flicking relentlessly between his beautiful mistress's widespread legs and
stopping only sporadically to curl its way deeply into her seething loins. Patsy jerked
spasmodically, groaning under the lash of that maddening tongue, squirming before her
handsome pet as he lapped and sniffed at her aching pussy. She shuddered and gasped
at the onslaught of purest ecstasy which seemed to be shaking her out in all her nerve
endings from head to toe. In addition there was the delicious frozen chill elicited by the
thought of doing something so wonderfully forbidden, something that would bum her
mother's eye right out of her head long distance because she let her dog lick her like
this! Patsy writhed with a combination of ecstasy and agony as King's bestial tongue
wetly cleaved her sexual crack so flamingly in two.
Now her awkward frightened moans were changing to something more like soft, urgent
mewls of pleasure, pleasure that she did not want to give in to, but which was so
deliciously illicit! She had intended to struggle against such pleasure with a dog, but
that slithering thick tongue, licking so hotly and without mercy at her burning cuntal
slit, was forcing her to enjoy it regardless of all considerations of taste or decency.
Suddenly she raised her trembling hands, moaned something unintelligible and
indecisive, then dropped them to grasp King's earnestly working head!
Forgetful of place or circumstances or previous intentions, and uttering a savage animal
sob, Patsy suddenly kicked her legs back and up over her head, dragging King's snout
forward into her well-lubricated, pleasure-churning cunt. His enormous tongue fucked
up the moist hole like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust loins without mercy.
Wild, incoherent groans burst from her agonized lips, pleading with and encouraging
the dumb animal who was salivating between her writhing upturned ass. King worked
like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild and his devotion to his
voluptuous adult black-haired mistress driving him on. By now Patsy was so intoxicated
with rapture that she was heedless of everything else in the world. Her mouth hung
open in enchanted ecstasy as she knelt there before her own pet, her glassy lust-smoked
eyes staring up into nothingness as the powerful animal lapped hungrily at her hot
nakedly exposed wet loins. She could not remember when she had been so happy. The
dog's thick wet tongue ran like fire the entire length of her sexual crack, above which
her rapidly rising and falling belly fluttered as if filled with a million butterflies. The
moist red slit of her cunt felt as if it were being drenched in sweet honey. Each fresh
flick of King's magnificent tongue imparted a fresh torment. The dainty pleasure-button
of her clitoris felt as if it were being teased by lightning and had expanded into
hardness just above the stretched pink opening of her cuntal hole.
The dog continued to fuck his wet tongue snake-like maddeningly over the quivering
little nub of raw nerves at the peak of her steaming pussy slit. Patsy's body jerked with
each electric contact and her legs clamped tightly together around his furry head, the
soft inner thighs imprisoning his snout in a vise-like grip. Then her hips began a slow
up-and-down movement in rhythm to the probings of his slavering tongue, while all the
while, endless groans mingled with soft animal mewls of sheer pleasure from between
her fiercely clenched teeth. She was trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and
her upper torso writhed like a belly-dancer's. Her entire body seemed to be squirming
out of control, twisting lustfully after the depraved lapping of her burning loins.
Hopelessly, Patsy surrendered to the nerve-shattering lickings of that dominating doggy
tongue within her moistly flaming pussy.
"Oh God," she groaned helplessly as the tantalizing licking dominated her entire being.
She screwed her pelvis helplessly back onto his snout and worked it around in small
little circles, sighing all the while at the delicious animal tonguing that was taking place
at the very entrance to her rectum. There had never been anything in the world like
this urgent feeling, nothing else in the world but that fiercely lashing tongue, which was
sending her upward into such majestic heights of ecstasy. Patsy reveled and wallowed in
this lewd tingling joy until it seemed as if her body was going to explode into a
thousand fragments. Her cuntal hole felt as if it were literally on fire.
"Ooohhhhhh, yessssss," she hissed, enslaved. "Lick me! darling. Lick your mistress!
Help me! Oh, King, help me! Faster!" she begged, gasping to breathe. She was
approaching orgasm and her body had become something animal and no longer
resembled anything human, with her enormous fulsome titties, swelled and hard and
throbbing with blue veins, tossing this way and that, her coal black curls shaking all
over, her pelvis grinding upwards into King's furiously lapping wet tongue while she
held his pointed ears and tried to draw his snout right up into her steaming cunt.
Then suddenly Patsy began to feel the tide of a brand new sensation as she thought she
would explode and recognized that she must be rising toward orgasm. Beginning deep
in her fluttering belly, the very hopelessness of her position and the debasing
ravishment of her flesh was bringing tiny ripples of fire dancing through her tattered
nerves. Tantalized beyond belief, she felt her loins begin, at last, to hurtle outwards like
a bright ball of fire toward an almost impossible climax. And then her insides were
erupting in bright white flashes, and she felt and saw the female cum gushing from the
walls of her cunt and out over King's hyperactive snout until his very whiskers were
dripping with the obscene wetness.
A never-ending stream of pleasure seemed to blow outward through her shattered
nerves until she wanted to shriek and shriek and shriek for joy. She groaned as her
orgasm flooded his handsome doggy face in great sensual waves of cum, seeping
warmly from her cuntal lips and down the insides of her quivering white thighs, the
feeling so indescribable that she felt as if she must be dying from pure pleasure. The
whole of the moaning mother's loins felt wet and used beyond belief, as for one long
moment, she shuddered with joy on the brink and in the middle of that most joyous
orgiastic moment and then screamed, jackknifed her legs twice, and fell forward on the
grassy ground into her own soaking perspiration, tears of heavenly relief rolling from
her tightly clenched eyes.
Kevin Whitney had stumbled onto his cot after his orgasm and fallen promptly asleep.
He ought to get up and kill a chicken for dinner, he thought lazily as he was dozing off.
There was no way he could tell how long he had slept exactly, although it couldn't have
been long. It didn't matter anyway, as long as it was still light out and he had a chance
to get the chicken ready for dinner. Tomorrow he planned to make the long hike to the
river to see if he could catch some fresh water trout. It was an overnight jaunt, and if
the catch was good, he would spend a couple of days. God, he had never had so much
protein in his life. He had never been a fish eater before, either, but it sure as hell tasted
good out here!
Last November he had joined some hunters and had bagged himself a deer. The men
he was with showed him how to hang it up and dress it and everything. God, it was
good! He found a butcher to freeze and store it for him in return for some of the meat.
It had been a great deal, and he planned to repeat the adventure this fall.
The sandy-haired man raised himself on his elbows and studied the slant of the sun-cast
shadow across his floor in front of the doorway. When he had first built the shack, he
had considered marking the floor so that he could tell the time, at least roughly. But
then he remembered that the sun shifts all the time. How did people ever make
accurate sundials. He thought of looking it up in the library, but what did he care about
time anymore, anyway? He didn't even have to worry about the days of the week
anymore! The stores were never closed if he had to go in for supplies. Kevin yawned,
not a sleepy yawn but a contented one. He got up and stretched hard. It was sure the
way to live, this back to nature bit!
His hatchet was supported by a series of pegs on the wall, and as he went to go out the
door, his left hand reached up automatically for the weapon and then froze there
without touching it. He stared with disbelief at the ground in front of his door. For
there, in a neat little plastic container, was almost a half pint of blueberries. Oh, no, was
his anguished reaction. Who could have left those there? How did anyone find him? He
had made absolutely sure to build his shack far from any hunting road or other break
in the trees that looked as though it might be used by human beings. The almost
invisible old cart road had seemed like a godsend to him because he hadn't wanted to
get so lost in the woods that he couldn't find his way out!
No car could come within a mile of his place, at least. Whoever came had to be on foot
and probably wasn't far away. He hated to look, fearing that he would indeed find
another human being, who would now know where he lived. Suddenly he heard the
crackling of broken twigs and recognized the sound of footsteps approaching. He
looked to the left and his jaw dropped in amazement. A beautiful little girl around ten
years old or so, with long coal black hair and richly lashed green eyes was timidly
nearing his shack, wearing a slightly frightened smile and not a stitch of clothing on her
curvaceously developing young body!
Elaine had stumbled away from the orgiastic scene not really thinking of where she was
going, her mind benumbed by the shattering orgasms she had endured on this historic
day. Totally unable to think of anything else in her mindless, slavish devotion to
hedonistic reveries, she had walked away completely naked, her young beginning
passion-wracked titties heaving with burning emotion. This had been the most beautiful
day of her young life. The exhausted eleven year old slumped against a tree from time
to time on her route. She was extremely conscious of her burnt-out loins and couldn't
remember when in her life she had ever felt so relaxed.
Just think! Her dog had been here the whole time and she had never known before
what joy he could bring her! Why this magnificent animal was the perfect lover, and he
had existed in her very house, under her very nose, for ever so long! She shook her
pretty dark head, blowing some silken strands out of her face. Still leaning against one
tree, she looked down at her blossoming body. Her tits appeared to have grown larger
since that morning. God, they felt so tingly and hypersensitive. Ahhh, she breathed
silently and lurched away from the tree. This was the most beautiful day in her life.
So she meandered through the woods, her mind dwelling endlessly on the events of the
day. All of her previous life had evaporated into nothingness before the soul-devouring
onslaught of her magnificent canine-inspired climaxes. She could scarcely remember
anything else. Over and over she re-lived this wonderful day, his lapping of her burning
young cunt, then his lewd skewering of her tender virginal hole, not once but three
times! Elaine shivered with sensual delight. She could not believe that anyone else in
the whole world had ever endured such wonderful mind-bending orgasms. She had felt
like a star bursting in the heavens. And then her mother!
The little girl closed her eyes, leaning against another tree, and giggled. When she had
left King and her mom, the enormous German shepherd had had his forepaws on the
moaning woman's back and was furiously fucking in and out of her wildly clasping
pussy from the back. Elaine had thought it the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Her
mother, with her long coal black hair like her own undone and falling out over her
back, her sensual red mouth open in one long drawn-out groan, her long dark eyelashes
fluttering sporadically from the depths of her lightening-charged emotions, King's thick
red cock fucking in and out slipperily through the curly black hairs between her legs,
gleaming slickly, the dog's long tongue panting and slavering over her hair and back.
Elaine grinned and started walking once more. She didn't suspect she was going to have
any difficulty ever over getting her mother to do anything! In a sense, they would now
both be King's concubines. How she wished she could tell her friend Judy that she not
only knew what a concubine was but she was a concubine! What a wonderful thing to
be! And King was absolutely dreamy. What man could ever compare to him! He was so
masterful, demanding, and dominating! King didn't let you get away until he had got
what he wanted, and he demanded the ultimate, without fooling around. He didn't
settle for less. That was what made him so especially wonderful and appealing to her.
She pressed her firm young thighs tightly together, the lips of her dog-ravished cunt
closing together in a kiss all their own.
She took both her nipples in her Fingers and gazed down at them. Who would have
believed such extravagant thrills could have pressed through these two small electric
buttons from her dog's furiously lapping tongue? It had all been a wonderfully ecstatic
dream of fulfillment. She had never felt anything so nice in her life. Her cunt began to
tingle now even as she relived their devasting experience in her passion-dazed mind.
Her mouth watered as she remembered sucking on his delightful prick, which had
seemed to be both hard and tender at once. And then the delicious flames of hot
viscous liquid had come shooting out, to be swallowed and gulped down!
Suddenly she realized that she was almost at the little shack. Why she had wandered in
that direction, she couldn't tell, except that it seemed so familiar now that it
unconsciously beckoned. And, oh God, there he was! She looked around hurriedly. She
was too far in the open to hide before he saw her. Perhaps he wouldn't look her way!
But he did. She gazed at him totally paralyzed, a slight frightened smile on her face,
unable to keep her legs from doing exactly what they had been doing, walking toward
him. What should she say? He looked as frightened as she felt!
Kevin stared at the mirage, his eyes blazing at the young girl's voluptuously growing
body. His nostrils flared and his long-denied cock began to swell with blood as he gazed
on her. His mouth filled with saliva, and despite her age, he couldn't help but imagine
his tongue and his fingers and his cock over and around and into every last opening of
her tanned and white flesh.
Caught off guard like this, Elaine finally snapped out of her surprise and decided
instantly to be bold. If there was ever going to be a chance to conquer her hermit, this
was it. Now once again she was thinking of his big hard cock fucking deep inside of her
voracious cunt, and if he demurred because of her age, well, she would take him to
meet her mother... and her dog! She almost giggled aloud! All this reasoning flashed
through her pubescent brain in a matter of seconds with the hermit's appearance and
discovery of her. She sensed that the chips were down. She was going to win him or be
chased away. What else could she do but seduce him? So she smiled and looked at him
from under half-lidded lashes. She thrust her little titties forward as far as they 
would go so he would see that she was a woman.
"I... I'm sorry to have bothered you," she said sweetly. "I thought you would like some
blueberries. I... I've seen you here before, you know." With this she stretched
luxuriantly so that the alluring young mounds of flesh on her chest swayed and
trembled enticingly.
Kevin Whitney gulped, trying hard to control his rampant lust. He watched as the
beautiful black-haired child blew some satiny hairs out of her green eyes and noticed
again the sexy sweep of her lovely hair. It fell down her back almost all the way to the
cleft in her ass, thick and rich with color, glistening a burnt umber in the sunlight but
coal black in the shadows, flowing like a lion's mane when she tossed her head.
He tried to speak, but his voice only croaked hoarsely.
"Don't you like me?" she asked suddenly, fluttering her dark lashes above her deep and
sexy green eyes.
Kevin gulped again. He couldn't think of anything to say. He felt he should say
something, anything, however. Even though this was the sort of erotic dream he
secretly longed for, he still felt that he should remember her age and that he was an
adult!
"Where's," he croaked awkwardly, "your mother? Where do you live, young lady?" His
last words faded.
Her sultry eyes fastened humidly on his, and then she slowly moved in. His eyes held
on hungrily to the real live fleshy roundness of her tits, then darted momentarily to the
smooth oval features of her immature girlish face, and glanced breathlessly at the soft
smooth pubic mound just beneath the gentle swelling of her healthy young belly, and
finally he looked all the way down her nicely shaped legs.
"My God!" he said aloud, and to himself, she's breath-taking!
A wave of helpless lust swept over him, and there was a sensation of vertigo, as if he
were falling from a great height. Then suddenly Elaine bent, specifically for the purpose
of providing her hermit with a more erotic display, and picked up an oak leaf that had
just fluttered down in front of her at her feet. Her tits swelled forward in the air, her
long dark hair trailing everywhere, and there was the most enticing display of her
smoothly shaped young ass, out of which no man could help but want to draw handful
after handful of curvaceous flesh, smooth, creamy, and white! He wanted only to dig his
fingers into those lushly swelling asscheeks! Not for a moment did he recall his desire
for privacy. She was too much!
The eleven year old vamp stood up abruptly and brushed her hair back, her tits shaking
a little from side to side. "Do you want to come meet my mother?" she asked coyly.
He tried to grunt something, but it came out unintelligible. There seemed to be
something caught in his throat. He felt his cock expanding, growing larger, harder,
filling with blood, becoming sturdy like the trunk of a tree. He knew that the bulge in
the front of his trousers was probably giving him away, but then, on the other hand, he
couldn't seem to bring himself to really care!
Seeing that her beloved hermit was struck dumb by her beauty and unable to answer,
Elaine merely smiled and whirled around, dancing lightly over the ground as if she
were a fairy. Now he would be better able to study her wasp-like waist, the sexy flare of
her opulent hourglass hips, the two exotic dimples in either of her asscheeks.
As he watched her dance away, Kevin felt as if he were strangling on her pure childish
yet womanish loveliness, which was dizzying in its effect on all of his ardently exposed
senses. It was as if his body were covered with hypersensitive antennae, each one
catching fiercely erotic signals from that voluptuous turn of his mirage's nakedly
exposed young body. She danced around his little yard, and he reflected on the head
turning quality of her shapely young calves and those long legs, so smooth and soft, so
right for wrapping around a man's pistoning hips. He could feel them... tightly!
"Are you coming to meet my mom?" she asked, turning a few more pirouettes and then
stopping, her green eyes flashing, her long dark hair whipping back over her shoulder.
Kevin chocked, then nodded dumbly. He wanted in his mind to protest everything that
was happening, but he felt as if there was a long thin rope traveling outward through
his rapidly hardening cock which extended up the length of it and across the yard to be
held wrapped in her tiny hand. It was impossible to resist. She was too unimaginably
lovely to the sex-starved man. He had no idea where she was really taking him. Or why.
For the moment all he could see was this gorgeous eleven year old flesh beckoning him
onward.
He had to fuck her, if she would let him! She had him utterly hypnotized. And so he
followed dutifully after her, through the woods like an obedient puppy. He ought to try
to break his gaze from her voluptuous young body, to escape, to regain control. For
now, he could only obey.
Elaine sensed his indecision as they walked, and she knew that she had to hold him at
all cost. Her sudden little plan had worked thus far and she had been terrifically
successful, but if he got his senses back together, there might yet be some violent
reaction. She knew the laws and that he might not want to chance it with such a young
girl.
It might be that she couldn't quite make it back to her mother to reassure him that he
had nothing to fear. It might be that she would lose him before then if she tried to take
him so far. Her mother by now was probably having the life fucked out of her by their
sex-crazy family dog! Maybe that alone would snap him out of it and scare him away!
She didn't know what was best. She only knew that she had to retain control of him
every second.
Aaahhhhhh, she dreamed, to think at last she was going to feel his enormous cock
plunging upward in a man's fuck through the hot moist confines of her ardent young
cunt! She could almost feel his balls slapping lewdly into the sensitive cleft of her ass!
Elaine felt a sharp intake of breath as she considered this. This was what she had really
hoped for ever since she had seen him alone in his little shack. Getting her hermit to
fuck her was her dream! Yes, that was what she wanted, and she wasn't ashamed to
think it. She kept thinking it over and over again, considering it, her hermit's big thick
rod plunging lewdly in and out of the clinging wet walls of her pussy!
Kevin trailed after her, watching her fleshy young white ass joggle from side to side.
What if she were merely teasing him into some kind of trap? But what kind of trap
could it possibly be?
Maybe a practical joke by some kids? He might be making a terrible fool of himself.
Her mother? Why would she ask him to meet her mother... stark naked? He was
beginning to wonder if the whole thing weren't fraught with dangerous implications.
Yet, on the other hand, he felt incapable of holding back. There was no other way in
his sex-starved condition but to play this thing out to the very end and find out what
was going to happen.
Then finally, they were near the clearing of the old house, and he saw her falter. He
kept following after her, after that beautiful long black hair falling into the crevice of
her nicely dimpled asscheeks, his breath coming raggedly. Then she paused all at once
and turned to face him, her tantalizingly heaving tits fairly glowing with rosy desire, her
nipples stiffened with desire like succulent little cherries. Her hermit's mouth watered
further and his nostrils flared. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen in his
life, and he was half convinced that she was not human at all, but a fairy queen come to
lead him to her magic bower.
Elaine fluttered her eyelashes demurely. "Come here," she murmured delicately as a
faint breeze on a mild spring day.
Kevin gasped "Uuuuuhhh!" His feet moved inexorably forward, paying no attention to
the reluctance that was in his mind as though the two were completely unconnected.
He felt lost now, whirling headlong downward into a boiling molten pool of heady
sensuality. Then suddenly he was standing next to her, smelling that unmistakable
fragrance that is woman!
"My hermit," she whispered abruptly through her sultry parted red lips, her delicate
hand darting out to trace fondly the enormous bulge in his pants. "My hermit, you feel
so good, so nice and hard!"
He shook his head, speechless and almost without breath, unable to think or talk.
What... what was she going to do?
Kevin felt as if his eyes were going to explode out of his head. This was... oh, God!
"Do you want me to take it out for you, Mr. Hermit?" she asked sweetly.
His teeth chattering stupidly in his head, Kevin nodded dumbly, snorting with pleasure
in spite of himself. And then her fingers were there, honest-to-God female fingers, cool
and grasping, pulling on his neglected cock, pulling it out, her fingers all over his raw,
exposed nerves.
"Oh, my hermit," she breathed ecstatically, suddenly sliding to her knees, one hand
moving tantalizingly down the entire length of his body, and then suddenly it was out,
all of its rigid male hardness, and Kevin Whitney's eyes rolled up and backwards into
his skull. He groaned and pressed his fingers into the glowing soft mystery of her
beautiful dark hair. Then, amazingly, there were her soft red buttery lips folding around
his stony cock, right there on the edge of the woods, a tongue licking wetly out, licking
the cum from the tip of his granite-like rod, licking all around his trembling, throbbing
cock. Now she was sucking mindlessly, mindlessly, taking his prick all the way deeply,
deeply into her beautiful throat. His head strained backwards, deliriously happy. He
knew who she was! He had figured it out! She was one of the ghosts from the old house
nearby, one of the seventeenth century children who were supposed to be buried under
the little white headstones in the ancient family plot he had noticed among the
brambles.


Chapter 7

But then he thought he heard a faint moan, as though there were other ghosts haunting
the Little cemetery, too. Glancing about, without moving from the child's moistly
gripping mouth, he was able to catch sight of two partially inhuman creatures who were
ardently coupling a few yards away. His eyes blazed. God! It looked like the sister ghost
of his own here. And the devil himself was fucking frantically in between her thighs
from behind! He was pumping away into the beautiful ghost's hotly clasping cunt with
furious animal-like desire!
"Wh... what!" he gasped weakly. But by now the girl's hot mouth was all over his cock,
sliding up and down its thrusting hardness like a fucking cunt, clinging delightedly,
undulating, sucking like big warm, wet cushions up and down his fiercely pulsating
veined pole of hungry flesh. He could feel her wet tongue tickling so hotly, like a
burning electric spear, at the tip of his testicles, licking at the hair there, then working
back upward again, wrapping lizard-like around his throbbing member.
Her fairy-like hands came up to cup his balls affectionately, hefting them and squeezing
them as she sucked. A soft moan of joy escaped her lips around the blood-engorged
shaft in her laboring mouth as she fondled her very own hermit's testicles. They were so
big! Oh my, her beloved hermit was certainly heavy and large down there. She
imagined that he would probably shoot potfuls of his precious sperm down her
voracious throat in another moment. And so she sucked all the more lovingly, as above
her, Kevin Whitney appeared to go out of his mind with lust.
God Almighty, he thought, his mind reeling from this bombardment of physical and
mental sensuality. This was the most fantastically sexy moment he had ever endured.
The sight of the beautiful ghost in the distance, her full firm titties hanging
voluptuously down to the ground, her long black hair askew, as a powerful dark animal
so brutally used her, was positively mind-bending. He could not remember when he
had ever seen anything like it! Was this a regular practice in the seventeenth century?
He felt as though he was on the verge of a momentous discovery about history! He had
heard stories of witches and their weird erotic behavior, but he had never actually
equated a witch with a beautiful woman, only an ugly one, so he was not prepared to
label these fantastic women, 'witches!' Yet there was the happening. He could see the
savage animal cock actually fucking in and out of the lovely woman's cunt, her face
pressing the ground as she managed from moment to moment to make small ecstatic
sighs which could leave no doubt in his mind whatever that the strange woman was
enjoying it magnificently, ghost or not.
And then there, was his own little lover, the beautiful little eleven year old black-haired
child on her shapely knees and sucking him off with such debauched abandon that
Mailer would have blushed. Her mouth was warm, soft, and fluid. It was like stuffing
one's aching cock into an open mass of lust-heated honey.
The desire-crazed hermit laid his head back and closed his eyes, the onslaught of
sensation altogether too much for him. Her mouth sucking and nibbling and licking at
his primitively throbbing prick was what he had wanted for so long, to fuck her in that
beautiful soft red young mouth of hers, feel... feel... oh, but it wasn't his ex-wife at all, it
was... was a ghost of some kind... oh God, it felt incredible. He had never dreamed that
ghosts could feel so real and sensual. He could feel her wet tongue as though it were a
real flesh and blood tongue, pink and wet. Oh God, he wanted to lick her titties, eat
her... ohhhhhh!
Kevin could feel the pressure of boiling sperm building in the twin vats of his testicles,
cumming now... spilling over the top! There... there! Racing down the long dark tunnel
of his rigid stone cock! His pelvis jerked forward and he groaned, clutching the girl's
long dark hair tighter in his hands. Oh, it was thrilling! He had been primed for sex
with a woman for so long that he didn't require many sucks at all. Pure ecstasy shot
through every fibre of his wildly jerking body, and then his cock was lewdly spurting its
illicitly fired semen down her earnestly swallowing throat by the barrel.
"Darling! Oh, beautiful little... fairy or ghost or dream-turned-reality, oh God, suck me!
Oh, swallow my cum. Here it comes, darling! Ooohhhhhh. I'm cummmiiinnnggg!
Aiiieee!"
He clutched her swiftly bobbing head for support as his body shuddered all over.
Milky-colored cum echoed out through the sides of her furiously swallowing mouth,
dripping down her chin and sticking wetly against her lovely young throat. It seemed
like an eternity before he had discharged all of it, all of the mighty sperm-pressure
which had built over these last many months. He groaned, jerked, and finally came out
of it panting for breath. Oh God! He had fucked her! He had fucked a woman at last!
Fucked her right in the mouth. For some reason he had never felt happier!
Then he reached out his arm and rested against a tree. Elaine stood up, rubbing her
fulsome young tits all over his perspiring body. "Did you like that, Mr. Hermit?" she
asked as she kissed him, her mouth wide open, her wet tongue surging like a porpoise
right to the back of his unsuspecting throat.
Only for a moment did he hesitate before groaning and kissing her back, wrapping his
arms tightly around her lush little body. He could think of only one thing, sucking on
those delicious young developing tits of hers. He broke awkwardly from the kiss and
bent his head, taking one cherry-tight nipple into his mouth and sucking ecstatically as
his free hand gripped and squeezed her other naked titty. This was wonderful. He
would love to do this forever. Maybe that was the whole point of this. Maybe he, too,
was now a ghost and had to do this forever! God, what a delicious fate!
But Elaine's little mind had concocted other ideas. She had planned just the grand finale
she wanted for her day of days. She wanted both her handsome hermit and her
wonderful dog fucking her at once. That was only fair, after all she had done for them.
She only hoped they wouldn't be jealous of each other or anything! Running her fingers
through his long sandy-colored hair as her hermit continued to suck ardently on her
super-sensitive tits, she thought what nice silky hair he had and how his prick had
tasted every bit as wonderful as she had expected it to.
"But don't you want to fuck me as well, Mr. Hermit?" she whispered demurely down
into his ear, licking it slightly.
Whitney shivered involuntarily. "Huh?" he muttered dumbly, his gaping mouth
popping off her tit momentarily.
"I asked if you didn't want to fuck me!" she breathed hotly into his sensitive shivering
ear, and he could feel his eager cock begin to jerk and bob with renewed desire, still
protruding from the open fly of his trousers.
Yes, that was exactly what he wanted! He wanted to fuck her, to fuck his little fairy
ghost at all cost! Groping away from the tree to his feet again, his breath coming ragged
and unevenly, he slid his arm around her tiny waist and stumbled with her onto a patch
of more comfortable grass.
King was still furiously fucking Patsy Nash while she moaned dementedly, "That's it,
fuck me, doggy! Go, King! Fuck it to me, baby! Oh, darling!
Darrrrrrlllllliiinnnnnngggggg!" She worked her hips backwards onto his invading,
rucking rod of instinct-hardened doggy-cock.
Kevin blinked. He didn't know what to think any more. They were ghosts! They were
witches! They were fairies or angels or devils! They were real! Ah, well, what did it
matter? He had better enjoy it all before he woke up!
His sultry little young lover smiled sweetly and turned him around, slipping his plaid
shirt over his shoulders until it fell to the ground, licking at his throbbing neck
hungrily, pushing her cool slender young hands under his arms and onto his chest.
Then she moved around him and bending her head, took one of his hairy nipples into
her mouth, sucking on it ravenously as she palmed and fingered the other one. Kevin
groaned and pushed his fingers into her long black hair. And then her hands were
working at his trousers again, unbuckling his belt, unzipping, unbuttoning, pushing
them down with his shorts.
"Oh, I forgot your shoes!" She exclaimed, sliding slowly down to her knees, her hot
tongue licking wetly along the entire inner length of his hairy, trembling legs. Her
black hair slapped teasingly around his legs as she moved, and her soft tits rubbed
along too in a follow-up motion. Her hermit groaned and sighed, his brown eyes
shutting and his head rolling backward. Then she was unlacing his boots and slipping
them one after the other off his feet, removing his socks, and finally making him take
off his jeans and shorts.
Suddenly she reached above her and fondly squeezed his massive rock-like hard-on with
lewd anticipation of what she was about to do. He groaned and she smiled.
"You sure do have another big one, don't you, Mr. Hermit? But we'll take care of that
here on the grass, is that okay? Do you mind fucking beside my mom and King? King's
my dog."
Kevin nodded hoarsely. He gazed down at the satin smooth softness between her legs
and the soft seeping little slit that ran like a sunken river modestly within. He wanted
her anywhere! He wanted her more than anything else in the world!
Elaine smiled, fluffed her long dark hair, and shoved out her new tits. "Than get down
on the ground, Mr. Hermit. Your lover wants to ride on top." Elaine had a plan, and
besides she was tired of being underneath with her legs spread. She knew just how she
was going to do it with her hermit, and King, too!
Kevin lay down obediently, his hypnotized face that of an automaton who could not do
other than respond so to the fairy-like sweetness of her baby-soft voice. His lust
inflamed cock had grown to amazing proportions and now waved in the air over his
nakedly exposed loins like a telephone pole over the blueberry bushes where she had
her mother always picked. It looked enormous and pulsated with thick blue veins and
blood-swollen ridges along its entire length. He gazed longingly at her sweet, firm
young tits as they swayed so sensuously above him, her legs widespread so that he
could see clearly the tiny passion-slick split between her legs with which she intended to
house him so thrillingly. His hips jerked involuntarily upward and he searched the air
for her fairy cunt. Elaine's long black hair flew around her shoulders and the desire
peaking mounds of her tits danced hypnotically over his eyes. He could see the slender
wet opening between her legs coming down... down... down... and then!
"Oooooohhhhhh," There was a sharp whoosh of his breath as her cunt suddenly,
swiftly, slid all the way down over his thick upstanding rod to the bottom. Kevin closed
his eyes mindlessly. He had ceased to exist excepting within the tingling confines of his
throbbing hot cock. Her cuntal muscles wrapped around it, undulating wetly, lovingly,
and then she was up.
"Ooohhhhhh," he breathed. "Ohhhhh, little lover!"
Elaine's green eyes gleamed. At last she had her hermit's heavenly prick locked
lasciviously tight inside her burning young pussy. Now she looked over to where King
had just now slid his rapidly deflating cock out of her satisfied mother's widely splayed
cunt after squirting in yet one more hot load of viscous doggy-semen. Her mother lay
exhausted and unable to speak or love, flat on her cheek, her tongue hanging out as she
panted raggedly, but the huge German shepherd, ready for still more, looked over at
Elaine.
"Come on here, darling," the eleven year old coquette cooed to her big pet as she rode
up and down on her hermit's fucking male hardness, and King slid over to the edge of
the grassy area to lap obscenely at her nakedly dancing tits with his long red tongue.
"No, King, darling, not that!" she giggled joyfully, riding up and down, her tits
bobbing, her hermit groaning beneath her as she fucked her fat warm cuntal muscles
graspingly up and down over his slick, blood-hardened cock.
"I mean your doggy-cock, darling. That's what I want." She opened her hungry mouth
and made a warm sucking noise with it. King looked at her, blinked his eyes, and
moved down and around toward her, the bright pink head of his prick beginning again
to peek out of its furry sheath.
"Good boy! You know! Now hurry, over here!" A groan of sheer pleasure escaped
Elaine's lips. This was her hermit's wonderful cock she was fucking, and it was every bit
as wonderful as she had imagined it to be all day. She rode him furiously up and down,
wildly working her newly initiated cuntal muscles, the crack of her ass spreading out
wide against his hairy legs on the downstroke... but she wanted desperately fro them
both to cum in her at once, for that could only be the ultimate thrill.
"Hurry up!" She was making it, cumming! If that dog didn't get it into her asshole real
fast, he might not make it!
But finally King was there, humping up behind her on his haunches, his bright red
prick jabbing at her ass. She shook her dark hair out of her eyes and exulted lavishly as
she reached around behind her to grasp his bloated sex-organ in her hand and guide it
toward its obscene little target. For precious interminable seconds the thick beveled tip
of the huge German shepherd's prick slipped and danced in the narrow crease of
Elaine's crazily bucking asscheeks. Then with one vicious, instinctively timed fuck, the
dog drove it home, through his young mistress's tightly puckered, rubberly resisting
asshole.
"Oh, God!" she gasped in sudden pain. "Oh, God. I didn't think you were so big, King
darling. Take it easy."
But some insanely ironic justice ruled that there was to be no respite for the eleven year
old brunette vamp who had slyly engineered this whole lewd tangle. She didn't mind
one bit! Her brutally skewered asshole soon adjusted to the hard animal thickness
slicing fluidly in and out of her ravished rectum, and Elaine could concentrate fully on
the wild double fucking she was getting from the two males who mattered most in her
young life, at least today.
So her new-found hermit fucked into her cunt from below, working his pelvis around
in lewd passion-spiraling circles, groaning and sighing, and King jerked his hips in a
fierce staccato-like rhythm so that his prick moved like a piston in and out of her
hungrily clutching asshole. Elaine felt as if she were in seventh heaven. She groaned
and whimpered ecstatically, her green eyes rolling up into her head as she ground her
hips down hard against her hermit's trembling body, working up and down his cock
with the fury of one possessed and living only for sex. Maybe she really was a witch!
Then both of her fucking males were there, the two of them! Searing male cum pouring
into her from both ends, great endless flowing blasts of it went blasting through her
like the Penobscott River at flood tide. Hot sperm from King spit deep into her tightly
sucking rectum, and boiling jets squirt from her hermit's dream-fulfilling rod of man
flesh high up inside her crazily spasming, greedily sucking belly.
"Oh, God, oh Mr. Hermit! Oh King!. I'm cumming, too!" she whined. "Oh you dears.
I'm cummmiiinnnggg! " Little Elaine swooned. She had never been happier in her life.
And then she could feel the atomic explosion begin to break out throughout her entire
loins, one right after another. She jerked and began screaming.
"No! No! No!" and seemed to be fighting off an imaginary attacker, like Satan fighting
for his foothold in heaven. Then, bathed in sweat, she collapsed over her handsome
hermit's exhausted body, her cunt gushing a great flood of cum all over his cock, balls,
and wonderfully tickly hairy belly.
For a long time, the four of them seemed to doze unceasingly, awash in a somnolent
sea of satisfied sensuality. Patsy felt as if her cunt had been reamed by a pile driver. It
ached and twinged with the slightest movement. Her asshole and rectum were also
burning, even though she could only remember with sheer hedonistic pleasure how
wonderful it had felt to have King's swift red prick fucking with such lightning speed in
and out of her clenching asshole. All of her loins and rectum seemed to be in flower,
opened outward toward the sun. It was as if her insides had burst into a thousand
bubbles and they were floating lazily off into the stratosphere.
Kevin Whitney, bathed in perspiration, was dazed and hallucinating in a daydream
which consisted solely of sun, sex, fairies, witches, and angels, all cavorting nakedly
around his six foot cock. They all had coal black hair and green eyes and he was
screwing all of them in this wonderful fantasy, that might be a dream, might be real.
How was he to tell anymore?
King, too, was having his dream. His paws were jerking fitfully as he chased the
chickens in the hermit's yard all into the woods!
When Kevin's head began to come together, he thought surely that he was either insane
or that he had been a victim of amnesia and that this was... hmmmnnn... his two wives
coming to fetch him home. Well, that didn't make any sense, either. He was convinced
that he had not been and was not now dreaming, however. The girl and the woman
were real enough. The child had referred to the woman as her mother. He did not
really believe in witches, so the two females had to be a perverted team of voluptuous
whores, trying to make a living. They had certainly knocked on the wrong door this
time, if that were the case. He had little to offer of material worth.
Then he realized with a horrible suddenness that he had just lost his standing as a
hermit! In his sex-starved delirium, he had completely forgotten the role he had vowed
to play as a lone lover of the sweet natural life of the woods, the way it all was in the
beginning of time, before Eve came along with her vile ideas of good and evil to queer
the whole set-up! With great dread he faced the probability that he would have to find
another place, build another shack, and wait for civilization to overtake him again
before wearily moving on. Would there be no end to the gluttonous encroachment of
man? He sighed.
Elaine looked up instantly and saw his brown eyes staring up at a passing wisp of
cloud.
"We won't tell anyone where you are," she whispered as though she were a sensitive
reading his thoughts. "We won't even come back if you don't want us to."
"Except tonight." It was Patsy's warm voice from the other side of the dog. "Tonight
we're having the most unbelievable blueberry pie you ever saw or ate. Care to come for
dinner?" Now she was propped up on her elbows, smiling over at him provocatively.
Kevin turned his head away silently. He had a great deal of objective thinking to do and
now was obviously not the time to make decisions.
"Maybe we could just bring him a pie, Momma, and leave it on his doorstep. I... I don't
think he really likes people."
Unwittingly Kevin hugged her little body against his chest. "It's not that I don't like
people but that I love the more primitive, natural life more," he explained quietly. "I... I
guess I'd like to come to dinner just this once. Just for... to... so you'll understand my
choice."
"No one lives near us," Patsy hastened to reassure him. "No one will see you come."
She smiled. "We rather like the more natural life ourselves, and we're getting to like it
better as time goes on!"
That night after dinner, they had the plumpest blueberry pie that had ever been baked
anywhere. Kevin marveled at its size and ceramic beauty and finally at its taste. But
most of all he was fascinated by the sparkling women who lived such ostensibly correct
and decent lives in the evening but roamed the woods like sex-nymphs, stark naked,
during the day! With one envious eye on King, he found his other eye resting longer
and longer on the various curvaceous attributes of mother and daughter. He felt his
cock throbbing and his balls suddenly aching with a new intensity, causing small drops
of seminal emission to ooze anticipatorily from his pulsing cock-head, wetting his long,
hard foreskin covered shaft. Oh, God, he thought, feeling imprisoned again but hardly
regretting it.
Patsy was unable to overlook the activity in his crotch. "It seems to me," she suggested
bluntly although with complete understanding, "that some of us have gone without sex
for so long that we've reached a kind of irrepressible point, wouldn't you say so,
Kevin?"
He only lowered his eyes, not wanting to give in but aching all over with renewed
desire. Damn them for being so wonderful and irresistible! He felt Patsy's hand on his
neck under his long hair.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you, Kevin?" she whispered.
He couldn't resist. "Damn it! Yes, I want to fuck you, Patsy, and I want to fuck you
right now!"
"Oh, Kevin! Fuck me! Fuck me!" panted Elaine's beautiful mother.
"No, Kevin! Fuck me!" Elaine gasped, begging. "Please? You want to fuck me too, don't
you? I want your cock inside me! I want it up there and spewing it's hot creamy cum in
my belly! Oh my very own hermit! I need it, too!" She squirmed around where she had
been sitting on the living room carpet so that she was on her hands and knees, pulled
down her shorts and panties, and waved her beautifully ovaled young asscheeks
invitingly and lasciviously before him, her satin-soft inner thighs and slightly opened
pink cuntlips gleaming with excitement.
Her mother had resolved to say nothing and she didn't.
"Ooohhh," the child wailed. "I'm so hot for my hermit, I don't ever want to be without
him again! Ever! Oh, Kevin, please?"
Kevin groaned and seeing the dog start to pay close attention to the proceedings, got up
and put him outside. By the time he was able to convince King that there were all kinds
of squirrels to chase out there and the door was closed against his big furry competitor,
Kevin returned to the sex-nymphs he had found in the woods. Both of them were
already naked. Oh, God! He slid on his knees over behind the lovely child and fingered
the generating heat of her wet, pink cunt that was already moistened from anticipation.
His throbbing veined cock made jolting electric-like contact with the young silken pubic
mound and her slim folding of glistening cunt flesh as in one swift movement he was
unzipped and thrust out at the trembling child. The new touch added to the delicious
feel of his rubbing fingers suddenly taunting her quiveringly erect tiny clitoris and tight
cuntal hole, causing her to undulate passionately in tiny circles with her hips and
rounded trembling ass raised licentiously in the air, moaning feverishly in anticipation.
Elaine was beside herself with smoldering youthful desire. The entire day had convinced
her that in some mysterious way, this had to be her birthday, even though her real
birthday was a whole nine months away! She whimpered as devilish tingles of unbidden
lust rippled over her youthful flesh. She squirmed back against Kevin in eager passion
as he inserted his finger farther up inside her hotly sensitive young pussy, fucking into
her tensely seething wet hole while making simultaneous contact with her tiny
palpitating clitoris.
"Kevin, be gentle! Please don't hurt her," Patsy murmured. The salacious view of his
huge hardened angry-looking cock poised at the mouth of her daughter's tight,
relatively inexperienced young cunt, and the full rounded white beauty of Elaine's
resiliently trembling ass, raised and readily waiting, plus the pink crack that parted
those precious cheeks made the mother quiver with an unexpected gasp of lustful
captivation. The fleshy rigid tip of Kevin's cock-head sliding up and down wetly
through the velvety moist crack of Elaine's little pussy now, the underside of his wide
hard shaft, wet and glistening was hypnotically fascinating to her. Her mouth dropped
open while she watched her daughter work her lush asscheeks tightly around his prick,
her toes straining against the rug for proper leverage as she pushed her tight, satiny
young cunt slowly back toward his throbbing, thick cock. How she loved the slow feel
of it going in!
Finally, Kevin leaned forward and spread Elaine's anxiously quivering asscheeks as
lustfully he guided his thick, trembling cock forward, its rubbery pulsing head parting
the flushed, softly glistening lips of her tender, girlish cunt, making the eleven year old
groan with the delicious pressure.
"Aaahhhhhh," she mewled as the fiery wet tip fucked in, widening her moistly resilient
hole until she felt as if her expanded soft thighs were splitting apart from the strain. She
was a little less prepared tonight than she was this afternoon, but it felt beautiful. "Oh,
harder!" she cried.
Then, Kevin Whitney, goaded almost to the point of sadistic ferocity by her cries, drove
his huge lust-inflated cock heavily into the childish cunt, fucking her wet desireinflamed 
hole without any tenderness or regard, his fucking rod of hotly bloated flesh
slid up into her tightly resistant hole with a plowing fury, pushing the soft, moistened
pink walls of her conquered pussy in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping
him until with a wet resounding slap of his sperm-engorged balls against the underside
of her upraised cuntal crack, he buried his shaft of lust-hardened cock-flesh deep, deep
within her young quaking belly. He lay unmoving for a moment, his chiseled face
contorting licentiously with the sheer, raw pleasure of her tight young hole clasping
hotly around his thickly pulsating cock like a warm, honey-dipped fist, and at the
obscenely debauched sight of her helpless and naked tanned and white body bent
lewdly before him, the entire throbbing length of rigidly aching prick enclosed hotly in
the wet velvety sheath of her excitedly cock-stuffed devouring cunt.
Then Kevin flexed his huge virile cock inside her – and the tormentedly stretched
length and breath of her completely impaled cuntal hole jerked with a knife-like torture.
"Nnnnnngggggg!" she uncontrollably moaned through clenched teeth.
The hermit started a slow rocking motion between her trembling, weakened thighs, and
she spread her legs further in an effort to relieve some of the pressure when he flexed.
She started experimentally flexing and unflexing her inner cuntal muscles as his long,
thickly hardened cock continued to fully pack the tight wet hole he had furiously
entered between her widespread legs. She gently wriggled and contorted her hips,
determinedly, wondering through the haze why it was so different this time. She must
remember to ask. But as Kevin started to fuck into her slowly with his long burgeoning
prick, in and out of her tightly clinging little hole, little by little the miraculous flames
of rising desire grew brighter.
Almost immediately a coating of warm perspiration bathed Elaine's nakedly exposed
flesh and her body began to twist and writhe without her conscious control, bucking
back against his thrusting hard loins, as if demanding more of his pleasure-awakening
thick prick, more and longer strokes. Kevin complied feverishly, moving above her and
cupping each ovaled, white asscheek with his strong gripping hands as he drew his
lengthy cock nearly out of the youngster's suddenly eagerly clasping pussy on the
backstroke and then plunged forward again into her uplifting ass, sliding hotly up her
ever-widening cunt hole until his balls slapped harshly and lewdly against her naked
pink genital flesh as he filled her with harder, ass-battering strokes. She closed her
green eyes, her pink tongue slavering around her lush lips and low hums of velvety
bliss emitted from her hot throat as fervently she began to understand the magic of
fucking even more! What a day! She surrendered her soul and mind to the delicious
sensations of bending slavishly in front of her mother and before her beloved hermit to
let the wonderful recluse fuck her as he willed.
Yesterday's tender girlish cunt gaped wider today in greedily inflamed response,
swallowing the whole of Kevin's lust-hardened cock that he was furiously pumping into
her very seething core, and he quickened his jolting thrusts, making the fucking hot,
pulsating and deep, the jarring penetrations causing her to thrash and open the
sensuously steaming plain of her heat-moistened loins still more to the pistoning surges
of his huge fucking cock. This was it! she thought. This was so goooooodddddd! She
turned her jolting head slightly, smiling at her naked mother, her beautiful curvaceous
mother, exchanging glances, split-second glances, which told them both, one to the
other, that they now knew what they were, what they always would be. And the
bearded young hermit saw that exchanged look and grinned to himself because he
could see that he had been right. They were some kind of sex-nymphs, enjoying nature
the way it was meant to be enjoyed!
Patsy relished the salacious sight before her. A tingling heat raged in her own wetly
pulsating pussy as she watched her only child being beautifully and thoroughly fucked
by the man who would fuck her mother next. She moved so that she could put her
trembling excited hand across the saturated mound of her own throbbing moist cunt,
and shamelessly, she began to finger-fuck the quivering pink cleft and tiny clitoris in
time to the drubbings which Elaine was ravenously accepting from Kevin's mercilessly
fucking cock. Patsy churned her voluptuously curved hips, flitting her fingers like
summer lightning over her cuntal flesh, and then she leaned forward uncontrollably
and nuzzled her tongue-moistened lips onto her daughter's hotly opened mouth. In
response, Elaine lowered her head down to the widely exposed flesh of her mother's
near hair-hidden cuntal hole and began to ardently suck at the puffy hair-lined lips
which were thrusting up to meet her mouth. Simultaneously, as she sucked, Elaine rode
the superbly expanding prick of Kevin Whitney, her young tits jiggling and quivering
like jelly under her, and faster and faster she licked her mother's tiny palpitating clitoris
and moistened, velvety pussy, her quaking asscheeks writhing in maddening
salaciousness, while her mother excitedly watched her loving child being buffeted by
Kevin's immense, swollen hardness, that spurring her own passions on wildly, her
sensuously burning flesh fired with lust which she had never dreamed possible. And
then finally – she felt the tension mounting in her daughter's wet tongue and the speed
of its lewd licking and Kevin began to grunt uncontrollably.
"I'm... I'm cumming!" Elaine cried ecstatically. She felt the now familiar gushing of heat
like a geyser nearing the surface of the earth. "I'm cummmiiinnnggg!"
And Kevin, too, for the second marvelous time with a woman that day, exploded as he
never had before in his entire life. The mingling of their cum spread itself in a dark
pool of shadow on the living room carpet.
Patsy drew her thighs together, the burning heat driving her just about out of her mind.
She sat almost primly on the edge of the couch and after a few minutes said, "Kevin, I'll
give you five minutes!"
The bearded recluse groaned, his deflating cock just then slipping from the warm wet
exhausted cunt of one of the black-haired sex-nymphs. He certainly was going to have
his hands full tonight.
Just then they all heard the unmistakable scratchings at the living room window. Patsy
was the only one capable of turning he head at the moment to see King scratching and
lapping the glass in a plaintive plea to be admitted to the party.
"Five minutes," she repeated to Kevin, "or the dog comes in!"
"No, I'll be ready," he promised hurriedly. "I'll... I'll be ready," and much to his surprise
he was!


THE END
