DOROTHY'S DOG
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the
term "perversion". What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation,
from community to community, from person to person.
Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one's back to others. In
many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a
guest.
In this novel, many of the characters appear to be outwardly normal. They have jobs,
problems with kids, worries about what tomorrow will bring. But behind their facade of
normalcy lurks seething passions – a woman who prefers a dog for a lover than a man;
a girl who seeks love in the arms of a woman; a boy who dares to defile his own sister.
DOROTHY'S DOG is a novel and a lesson for those who hide their passions behind
the mask of normalcy.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Dorothy Urban watched the sun sink into the quiet ocean. She pushed her fingers
under the tightly stretched red cloth of her bikini top, running them slowly over her
firm, full tits up to the taut brown nipples. Dorothy pinched the hard skin and let out a
tiny gasp. Her swollen clit responded, vibrating furiously as she watched Champion, the
large German shepherd that Dr. Freeman had asked her to take to the beach for
exercise. He was running along the surf now, barking happily and splashing his paws in
the water while he chased a mongrel bitch that was in heat.
Dorothy saw the bitch stop every few minutes and let Champion catch her. He'd sniff
her ass, then jump up on her back, wrapping his forepaws around the bitch's panting
belly as his unsheathed glistening red cockhead twitched excitedly in the cool ocean air.
Dorothy ran her fingers down her perspiring belly, past the elastic waistband of her
bottoms and groped for her juice-slicked pussy, separating the sensitive cuntlips with
her fingertips and sliding them toward her twitching clit. Oh God, how she wanted
Champion's prick up her snatch! How she wanted to feel his heaving furry body
against her upturned asscheeks as his knotty cock screwed up into her cunt!
It was a feeling she had been fighting for a week. Ever since Champion's master
brought him into Dr. Freeman's veterinary clinic for a two-week boarding stay, Dorothy
felt attracted to the dog. She smiled to herself, realizing that she was attracted to any big
dog since that night at the fraternity house party. Maybe that was why she took the job
at the clinic.
Dorothy began stroking her clit. She closed her eyes and pictured the shepherd's large
brown eyes peering into hers, his tongue hanging out of the right side of his halfopened 
mouth dripping with spittle as his cockhead pushed against her cuntlips. Those
eyes reminded her of Tom Sherman's eyes, the boy who got her started with animals.
She was twenty-two, at the time, a senior at college studying biology when she met
Tom. He wasn't like the other men she dated, trying to slip their sweaty hands into her
dress to grab her tits. Or the ones who thought they were clever, telling her they were
scientifically interested in seeing if the hairs on her snatch were as blond as those on
her head. Sometimes she pretended to go along with them, hiking up her skirt over her
slender, firm thighs as they ran their tongues "accidentally" up her tapered legs, sticking
their noses past her outer lips and deep into her cunt. But Tom didn't play any of those
games. At first she thought he was gay. Then one evening she found out differently.
It was the night of the graduation ball. He had danced with her very properly, never
sliding his hand down to her rounded asscheeks to try to grab a cheap feel. Dorothy
decided that this was going to be the night to discover whether or not he liked pussy.
She wanted him the way she wanted no other man.
During the intermission she told him that she wanted to walk by the lake. It was a hot
night, and he thought it was a good idea. All the way down to the shore Dorothy
prayed that no one would be there. God, it seems, was on her side. She was trying to
think of a way to get his cock out of his pants when she felt Tom's right hand swing
around to her ass, cupping one of her cheeks as he brought his mouth down on hers.
Dorothy couldn't remember what happened next. Everything became a blur. She felt
her clothes drop off and remembered falling to the ground. The next thing she
remembered was feeling his tongue pushing against her cuntlips, teasingly probing
between them but not yet forcing its way into her slick fuck-hole. The still night air was
filled with the odors of her cuntjuice as she felt a growing, almost unbearable itch rise
up in her clit.
She pleaded again and again for him to fuck her. Her need for cock increased as she felt
one of his fingers slide inside her cunthole, coming to rest on her trembling clitoral
bud. He stroked, squeezed, tugged and strummed the tiny organ. Each movement was
like an electrical shock, making her body buck and jerk with excitement.
Then he was on top of her, and his cock was sliding into her pussy without any
resistance. Her cuntal walls were closing around Tom's thick, long cockshaft and
squeezing it, trying to suck and pump the cum from his balls. Dorothy remembered the
steady squishing sound as he slammed his prick in and out of her cunt. And then she
was coming, reaching her peak almost before she knew what was happening to her. She
grimaced as the first powerful contraction exploded between her thighs. Tom's finger
slammed deep into her asshole, making her toss her hips off the ground. She swallowed
his cock even deeper into her cunt as she felt burst after burst of thick white jism
spatter against her cuntal walls.
They rested for a few minutes, then fucked again. Dorothy had never felt like this
before. She hadn't been a virgin at sixteen, let alone at twenty. But it had never been
this good for her. When he slid his thick long prick into her taut cunt, she cried out
with pleasure, shuddered and twitched with excitement.
It was nearly dawn when Tom told her he wanted to take her to his fraternity house for
a snack. Dorothy thought it was strange that all the lights were on as they drove up.
When she walked in, she was surprised to see all the guys still up, sitting in the"
reception room in their wrinkled tuxedos with empty beer cans strewn all over the
floor. Then before she knew it, "gentle" Tom pinned her arms back while two of his frat
brothers jumped up and ran over to her, tearing off her crumpled formal and forcing
her down to the carpeted floor in a kneeling position.
Tom forced her to crouch on all fours while he whispered something to one of his
brothers. Dorothy heard scuffling behind her and bent her head and looked back
between her hanging tits. She saw a large, muscular boxer staring back at her. His hairy
balls twitched nervously between his legs and his long red cock pointed forward at her
exposed cuntlips. Dorothy realized what they were up to and tried to break free of
Tom's grip. He was too strong. She pleaded with the men not to do it; but they didn't
listen.
At a signal from Tom the animal lunged forward, burying his knotty prick into her dry
pussy with one hard thrust. It wasn't as painful as she had expected, but Dorothy still
shuddered in disgust as she thought of the boxer's cock sliding into her cunt.
Then something happened. Much to her surprise Dorothy gradually realized that she
was becoming excited by the animal's fucking. Cuntjuice oozed from between her
snatch lips, making it easier for the dog's cock to slide in and out of her now-twitching
pussy. She felt his hairy belly against her ass, and the fur on his sheath tickled the lips
of her cunt. As he kept humping and pumping, Dorothy realized that it wasn't all that
bad after all.
When she looked back between her swinging tits again, Dorothy could see the boxer's
long red cock each time he pulled it out. It glistened under the lamp lights with her
cuntjuice. She felt her slit swelling as her eyes traveled down to his heavy hanging balls
that swung back and forth as he jammed his prick again and again into her contracting
cunt.
She backed against him, rocking in rhythm with the ramming dog-prick. Her sense of
shame and disgust vanished. AH she could think of was that boxer's throbbing cock
smashing into her twitching cunt. Somewhere in the room Dorothy thought she heard
the men cheering drunkenly in time with the animal's heaving thrusts.
Then she felt the dog's prick swell inside her. His hot cum gushed into her, spattering
against her cuntal walls and leaking out from between her swollen snatch lips. That was
all she needed. Dorothy exploded herself, trembling and twitching as her twat tightened
around the boxer's spurting prick and sucked the last drops of animal cum from his
balls.
As it turned out, the boxer was the best thing to happen to her in the frat house that
night. Tom pulled the reluctant animal out of her cunt, then opened a can of beer and
washed out her pussy with its contents.
Before the sun had risen, all ten frat brothers had fucked her, some of them brutally,
smashing her face with their fists as they pumped their jism into her stretched, aching
cunt. Dorothy finally managed to break free, grabbing what was left of her dress and
wrapping it closely around her as she ran across the campus to her dorm room. She was
still wearing some bandages on her face two days later during the graduation exercises.
She had blushed a deep red when the dean called her name and congratulated her for
doing so well in biology. She heard Tom and his friends snickering as she walked by
with her diploma. Dorothy resented their brutality, but she strangely remembered with
pleasure the feeling of the boxer's prick exploding in her cunt.
It was probably the memory of that feeling that led her to apply for a position at Dr.
Freeman's animal clinic in Santa Monica. She kept telling herself that it was just her
natural love for animals that made her want to work at the clinic. But Dorothy couldn't
ignore the growing ache between her legs every time someone brought in a boxer, and
she prayed that Dr. Freeman wouldn't notice how her eyes watered or how the air
around her reeked with the smell of cuntjuice every time she petted one of those
muscular animals.
Then Champion came in and Dorothy lost control of herself. Whenever Dr. Freeman
stepped out, she'd stick her hand in the German shepherd's cage and stroke his belly,
moving her hand slowly down until it touched his furry cock. He'd look at her
confused. She loved to watch his long red cock push out from its furry sheath and stick
out under his belly. It was shiny and pointed and larger than the boxer's that fucked
her that night. But she never was able to get the dog out of his cage long enough to do
anything with him.
Although Dorothy repeatedly offered to take Champion out for his evening walk, Dr.
Freeman insisted that that's what he paid his son Jack for. Jack Freeman was fifteen,
with wavy, almost kinky, black hair and black restless eyes to match. Tonight, however,
Jack had a date and asked
Dorothy to exercise Champion on the beach. He didn't have to ask twice.
Dorothy had run around the block to her apartment to change into her swimsuit and
returned. Champion seemed to guess what was on her mind and seemed as anxious as
she was to get out of the clinic and to a spot where they could be alone.
Now it was sunset, and most of the families on the beach had packed their blankets up
and were gone. Dorothy opened up her eyes and saw Champion jamming his cock into
the bitch's cunt. Both dogs were shaking and whining while Dorothy looked on
jealously.
"No, Champion, no! Come here, boy, come here!" she called out, pulling her fingers
from between her legs. The dog stopped his pumping and looked around at her,
whining disappointedly.
"Come HERE!" Dorothy cried again, and the dog obediently pulled his throbbing prick
out of the growling bitch and trotted up the sand toward her.
Dorothy looked nervously around and saw that she was alone on the beach. She lay
back on her blanket and arched her hips, driving her thumbs under the elastic
waistband and pushing the bottoms down to her ankles. She tossed them aside, then
raised and opened her legs when the dog was only ten feet away from her upturned ass.
Champion stopped and cocked his head to one side as if to ask her if she really wanted
him to fuck her. Dorothy moved her right hand to her exposed cuntlips and rubbed
gently across the sensitive membranes, moaning softly. At once Champion leaped
forward, pushing his snout against her crotch to sniff at her flowing cuntal juices.
"Oh, Champion, yes. Fuck me, Champion! Lick my cunt – oh God!" Dorothy felt her
nipples tighten. The shepherd moved back a few inches as if hesitating, but Dorothy
reached around her thighs and stroked his head, coaxing him forward again while she
ground her thighs in his face. Champion moved up quickly, pushing his tongue against
her cunt.
Dorothy jerked at the first contact, then spread her legs even wider as his tongue licked
her swollen lips, lapping up the cuntjuice that trickled down her thighs. Gradually
Dorothy felt his tongue slide further and further into her snatch until it finally touched
her aching clit. Her body bucked with excitement as she felt his hot wet tongue slide
across the sensitive knob.
"Ohhh, Champion, do it again!" she moaned, sliding her hands up to her tits and
squeezing them, to relieve the tension and pain that racked her taut nipples.
The dog seemed to understand her and drove his tongue into her slit again, scraping
the top of her sensitive clit and sending her into spasms of pleasure once more.
"Ohhh, good boy," Dorothy crooned, wrapping her thighs around the dog's head
gently. She wanted to come that way, to feel her body explode in climax as the dog's
tongue continued to lap away at her swollen clit.
"Champion, oh good dog, lick it, oh yessss," Dorothy moaned, feeling herself being
propelled toward a climax. Suddenly Champion stopped licking her snatch and jumped
up, trying to mount her as she lay on her back with her crotch wide open.
"No, no, Champion! Down, Champion!" she said roughly and the dog obeyed. She
didn't want him to come yet. This was the first time she had him alone, and she wanted
to be licked to orgasm first.
The shepherd whined disappointedly and obeyed, jumping back down and resuming his
snatch licking. In a few minutes Dorothy felt a hard knot beginning to grow deep in
her belly and knew that her pussy was about to explode any minute. The dog seemed to
sense it too. He began to lick more furiously, slopping his tongue in and out of her
twitching cunt, sliding it across her trembling asscheeks occasionally until it almost
poked into her asshole. When it slid back into her cunt, Dorothy knew she was coming.
"Ooooh, FUCK! JEEESUS!" Dorothy screamed, driving her fingers deep into the sand
as she felt the knot explode in her belly, sending shocks of pleasure to her clit and
down to her asshole. Her body bucked and thrashed as she threw her snatch up on to
the dog's face, her white ass bouncing on the beach blanket while the shepherd growled
with satisfaction.
Dorothy extended her arms toward Champion, wanting to cuddle his furry head in her
arms next to her swollen tits.
"Good dog," she crooned, fondling his head between her tits, feeling his ears brushing
against her belly. Dorothy knew what the dog wanted, but she needed to rest awhile.
She wanted to climax again, this time with Champion's fistlike cockshaft spurting his
dog-cum into her cunt.
In a few minutes Dorothy felt she was ready. She got up and crouched beside him on
the blanket, reaching over and running her right hand down his panting furry stomach
down to his prick. She fondled it gently at first, then wrapped her fingers around it and
started pulling gently. The dog growled with pleasure.
"Oh yes, Champion, you like it, don't you?" Dorothy knew the dog loved to have her
stroke his cock, something she tried to do as often as possible in the clinic. In seconds
she looked down and saw his wet, red cock sticking out of its sheath again and decided
it was time to play bitch with him. She'd give him a fuck that mongrel could never
come close to. Although he was her second dog-fuck, she knew she'd make up in
enthusiasm what she lacked in experience.
Just when she was going to take his prick in her hands and guide it between her
cuntlips, Dorothy heard voices behind her. She looked back and saw a man and a
woman holding hands, strolling down the beach toward her. They hadn't spotted her
yet, but it was only a matter of seconds before they did. Dorothy slipped her suit back
on and sat on the blanket, holding Champion close to her and throwing her beach hat
over the dog's twitching cock.
She stroked the animal's neck. The couple walked by her, saying a few admiring words
about the dog before passing on. But they didn't leave, preferring to watch the sunset
some twenty feet from her.
Champion whined loudly, demanding satisfaction now. Dorothy had to do something,
or those people would come back and ask if anything was wrong. If they saw
Champion's hard cock jumping around, it wouldn't take them too long to figure out
what was going on. Dorothy looked around to make sure they weren't watching, then
she reached carefully under the hat. Her fingers found the dog's jumping cock and
closed around them. The dog jerked and growled loudly.
"Easy, boy," Dorothy whispered, sliding her fingers back and forth on the pointed
prickshaft. The dog began to pant heavily, saliva dripping from his opened mouth and
Dorothy increased the speed of her frenzied pumping.
"Now, now, come, damn you," she whispered, swirling her fingers around his hot cock.
She felt the prick between her fingers twitch violently, then heard soft spattering sounds
as his animal cum shot against the straw of her beach hat. He whimpered and whined
so loudly that the couple turned around and looked curiously at the two of them.
"Must be hungry," Dorothy called out, getting up and putting the hat on her head
without thinking. She felt wads of cum sliding into her hair. "Ugh!" she cried out,
throwing off her hat and grabbing the beach towel, rubbing her head with it.
Champion jumped off the towel and sat next to her on the sand, panting happily.
Dorothy stopped rubbing and looked at the animal. God! She wanted him in her. She
wondered if Dr. Freeman would notice if she returned him later than usual. Hell no!
He was working late that night, and when he worked late, he was unconscious of the
time. He'd never realize they were out for a longer period of time than usual.
"Come on, boy, we're going up to my place," she whispered, folding up the blanket and
slipping on her sandals. "We're going to have a good time, you and me.
The dog looked into her eyes and wagged his tail happily.
Sometimes that animal was more human than some people she knew – like Dr.
Freeman's son. He was only a kid, but there was something cruel in the way he looked
and talked that made Dorothy shiver. He reminded her of Tom Sherman – quietlooking 
and apparently shy, but actually cruel and sadistic. Well, this wasn't the time to
think about Jack Freeman, she thought, as she mounted the stairs to her apartment
with Champion panting behind her.


Chapter 2

Dorothy didn't bother turning on the lights when she stepped into the living room.
Although Champion's cunt-licking had taken off the sharp edge of desire off her
swollen clit, she still felt her pussy contract almost painfully as it begged for the dog's
cock. Champion barked happily, sniffing the furniture, then running back to Dorothy
as she stood in the middle of the room, running her fingers over her swollen tits.
"Come on, Champion," Dorothy whispered like an anxious lover, scratching him
behind his ears and pulling him toward the bedroom. The dog seemed to know what
she wanted and ran in ahead of her.
Dorothy turned on the tiny lamp on her vanity stand. She wanted to see the dog in
some light, not just hear him pant away in the darkness.
Dorothy unsnapped her bikini top and tossed it across the room. She looked at her
reflection in the full-length mirror, admiring her full, firm tits. The girl ran her fingers
across her nipples and felt them stretching above the rest of her goose-fleshed skin.
"Easy boy," she purred, feeling the dog rub against her leg.
Dorothy knew what was on his mind as he shook and whimpered, ran for the bed, then
ran back again. She wondered if he'd done this before. He seemed to know just what
the bed was for. Dorothy saw his prick growing every second, its red pointed cockhead
slipping out of its furry sheath as the dog stared at her bed.
Dorothy slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her bottoms. She pushed them
down to the floor and walked over to the bed. Dorothy saw that Champion seemed to
know what to expect. His big bushy tail wagged with excitement as if he knew already
he was going to mount her ass, jam his cock up her cunt, and fire his cum into her
pussy.
As soon as Dorothy sat on the bed, Champion trotted between her legs. His snout went
to her crotch to sniff and she rubbed his head as she talked to him.
"Okay, boy, we couldn't make it at the beach, but now we're alone. Fuck me,
Champion, ram it up my twat!"
Dorothy felt a little silly, guessing that it was probably more the tone of her voice than
the exact words that were exciting the dog. But just talking about what was going to
happen made her cunt emit fresh torrents of juice, staining the bedspread under her
firm, creamy thighs. Champion started his cleaning-up action, licking her soaked pussy
until Dorothy thought she'd come.
"No, no, boy, not that again. Dorothy wants a good, hard fuck from you," she moaned,
pushing the dog gently away and climbing onto the bed in a crouching position.
Champion sat at the foot of the bed whining while she spread her asscheeks, feeling
shocks of pleasure explode from the tip of her sensitive clit and rack her trembling
body.
"Now, now," she moaned, digging her palms into the mattress as she felt the bed
bounce under Champion's weight. As the German shepherd reached her, he took one
sniff of her cunt then mounted her, wrapping his furry forepaws around her heaving
belly. Champion began jabbing his stiffening cock against Dorothy's thighs, whining
continually now. She looked between her tits and saw his glistening red cockhead
jabbing in the air. God, how she wanted that dog-cock buried in her aching cunt!
Suddenly, Dorothy felt the animal freeze behind her, catch its breath, then lunge
forward. The tip of his probing prick touched the edge of her cuntlips, and Dorothy
braced herself for the penetration. Her moans joined with the dog's growls as she felt
his cock pass her hairy lips and slide easily up her juice-slicked cunt.
"Oh, yesss, Champion, oh fuck me! Jam it hard into my twat!"
Dorothy moaned as his cock slid easily in and out of her cunt with an audible squishing
sound. Dorothy loved that sound.
She looked between her swinging tits again and saw his long red cockshaft each time he
pulled it out. It was wet with her cuntjuice. His furry balls bobbed and swung back and
forth each time he heaved his hairy thighs against her smooth asscheeks.
Dorothy squeezed her sphincter muscles together, trapping the animal's cock inside her
fuck hole for a few seconds. She heard Champion whine in puzzlement, then try harder
to pull out his doggy prick. She released the pressure for a few seconds, then squeezed
again, sucking and tugging at the animal's raging hot cock with her cunthole like a hot
bitch's mouth.
"Now, Champion, NOW!" she screamed, feeling her pussy begin to contract.
Dorothy tried to hold herself back, but she felt her clit twitching uncontrollably and
knew she was going to come. Dorothy wriggled her ass under the dog's belly, hoping
he'd take the hint that she was reaching her climax. He did. Champion's fucking
increased in speed and he was hammering at her cunt, jamming his prickshaft in and
out of her pussy as he whimpered and whined more loudly.
"NOW! JESUS FUCK! NOW, CHAMPION!"
Few men had made her feel like this; certainly no one in the past year. It took a dog to
make her satisfied. Well, she didn't care. It was her pussy, and she could do with it
what she wanted.
Dorothy backed against him harder, tightening her cunt muscles then releasing them;
squeezing the dog's cock against her sensitive pussy walls then letting it slide out, only
to squeeze it tighter when it shot back in.
Suddenly she felt Champion's cock vibrate furiously inside her. Then hot cum was
spurting into her, splattering against her trembling cuntal walls as a series of violent
contractions racked her pussy. Dorothy exploded in a twitching climax, squealing and
grunting with delight as she felt a hot sticky stream of dog-cum leak out from between
her cuntlips and ooze down her leg to the bedspread.
"Good boy, good dog," Dorothy crooned, moving forward and pulling the dog's cock
out of her pussy.
She glanced at the clock and saw that she was over one hour late. Dr. Freeman would
probably notice how long she was gone and would think something happened to them.
Quickly she douched and slipped into a white blouse and black short skirt.
"Come on, Champion," Dorothy called out as she stood by the door. The shepherd
trotted happily by her and down the stairs.
When they got to the clinic, Dr. Freeman was standing outside, looking worriedly at his
watch.
"Where've you two been?" he asked, irritated.
"I'm sorry, Doctor, but the sunset was, well, really great, and I hated to leave before–"
"An incurable romantic. I should have known," Dr. Freeman said, his severe manner
changing almost instantly into a friendly one. "Well, just as long as you two came back
in one piece. Champion here's a valuable piece of animal." The doctor scratched under
the shepherd's chin, then led him back to his cage in the back room.
Dorothy returned to her desk. She still had some filing to do even though it was almost
eight o'clock. One reason Dr. Freeman liked her was because she just lived a block
away and was willing to work late, even after he'd left. Dr. Freeman didn't yet suspect
the real reason why she stayed beyond normal working hours.
Dr. Freeman came back and was going through some bills on Dorothy's desk when she
noticed that he was staring at her.
"You know, Dorothy, you've been working for me for some time now, and I don't
think you've ever called me by my first name."
Dorothy felt herself blushing. There was a catch in his voice, a warm undertone that
was making her nipples harden and her clit twitch again. She hadn't really thought of
the doctor as a sex partner, but as she looked at him now, she could only wonder why
she hadn't. He was older than she – about forty-two, but ruggedly handsome and
framed by a muscular physique, something he worked at almost daily at the beach. His
steely-grey hair stood out in violent contrast against his darkly-tanned hairy body.
"Well, Doctor, there's never been any reason to use it. But if you want-"
"Just call me Nick," he said, smiling warmly at her. "Not in front of the customers,
maybe, but here, alone–" His voice trailed off and Dorothy knew what he was leading
up to. She was surprised he hadn't jumped her earlier.
Dorothy had learned from his son Jack that after Nick's divorce one year before, he
spent most of his time working out at the beach or at the clinic. A man can't go
without screwing for that long without something breaking loose. She guessed that the
dam was cracking now, and she was the floodgate that was about to be washed over.
"Please take off your clothes," Nick said hoarsely.
Dorothy was surprised by the suddenness of the command and just sat there stupefied.
"Take off your clothes, please!" he repeated, his tone softening as he stared at her.
Dorothy saw hurt and desire mixed in his glistening blue eyes. She shifted her stare
down to Nick's crotch and saw that he was kneading a growing bulge between his legs.
She could see the outline of his stiffening cock and wondered if his prick would feel as
good in her cunt as Champion's.
Slowly she unfastened her blouse, pulling it out from the top of her skirt and letting it
float to the floor. Her pendulous tits moved Nick to action and he lunged across the
desk, clamping his lips to her right nipple and sucking hard.
"Unnngh," she moaned, feeling his thick, moist lips slide across her stiffening nipple.
She felt his tongue swirl around the hardened brown flesh, sucking, nibbling, swirling
until she opened her mouth to catch her breath. Dorothy slipped her right hand under
her skirt and up her thigh, spreading her legs apart and jamming her finger between
her trembling cuntlips to strum her itching clit.
Nick saw what she was doing and reached down to pull out her hand.
"That's what I'm supposed to be doing," he said smiling, pulling her up from the chair
and leading her to his consultation office. Nick locked the door behind him and pushed
her gently to the couch.
"Take that thing off," he said, indicating her skirt.
Dorothy unzipped it quickly and let it fall to the ground. If Champion was fast, Nick
was like the speed of light. Before she knew what was happening, she was down on the
couch, her legs flailing in the air with Nick's tongue probing her cuntlips, teasingly
poking between them but not yet forcing its way into her sensitive fuck-hole. Dorothy
felt that growing, almost unbearable itch gripping her clit again. She threw her hips
wildly upward, wanting to impale herself on the doctor's stiff, hot tongue.
"Not yet," he whispered hoarsely, getting up from the couch and removing his shirt and
pants.
Dorothy stared at his cock, large and thick with a beautiful throbbing vein running
from the base of the powerful rod to its head. A thick matting of hair surrounded his
jerking cock and covered his heavy hanging balls.
"Suck my cock, Dorothy," he moaned, climbing back on the couch and inching his way
between her legs until his prick bobbed close to Dorothy's lips.
She closed her eyes and raised her head. Dorothy smelled the sweat of his groin and
drip on her nose, almost gagging as Nick thrust his hips forward, forcing the full length
of his cockshaft down her throat.
"Unngh!" Dorothy protested, trying to pull away.
Nick grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face against his crotch, pumping his
hips excitedly. Gradually, she began to suck frenziedly at the hot meat between her lips.
She felt her clit tingle. She reached down to stroke it as her tongue ran in circles over
the cockhead. Still it grew and lengthened, filling up her mouth, throbbing and
twitching with excitement and heat.
"Faster, faster," Nick moaned, almost carried away by Dorothy's tonguing. She wanted
to excite him more, to drive him up the walls with her mouth. She raised one hand to
his crotch and began to trace her fingertips across his heavy, swinging balls, brushing
the fine hair that surrounded the base of his cock.
Nick began moaning louder as he felt her warm, hot mouth devour his cock. Dorothy
felt the tip of his prick being rammed against the back of her hungry, chewing mouth.
Dorothy was strumming her swollen, aching clit more quickly now, growing
increasingly excited as she heard the doctor moan for more suction.
Dorothy took in the scene with her eyes, then closed them, the picture of Nick's
writhing, sweating body with its throbbing cock pounding in and out of her mouth
branded into her brain.
"Not yet!" he cried, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a "pop" and crouching
between her legs.
Dorothy spread her thighs wide apart as she watched the doctor sink his head into her
crotch. She opened her mouth as she felt his tongue snake up toward her clit; she
shivered as a finger snaked under her swollen cuntlips and stroked her asshole. She felt
Nick's tongue settle on her clit for a second; then she could feel his lips closing around
the tiny knob, sucking her erect clit just as she had been sucking his cock seconds
before. She felt her crotch throbbing, and suddenly there was a trickle of cuntjuice
oozing down her thigh.
Dorothy felt fingers resting on the inner surfaces of her left thigh. They were moving
upward toward her cunt. Then Nick was moving them back, toward her asshole. She
knew what he was going to do and she arched her back, trying to give him better access
to her trembling shithole.
Nick jammed his fingers hard against the puckered opening of her ass. She felt him dig
into her flesh with his fingernail, trying to force his way into her asshole. She wanted to
scream out in ecstasy, but the cry just came out as a muffled groan. Inch by inch
Dorothy felt Nick's forefinger squirm past her tightened sphincter muscle and wriggle
its way up her asshole. She felt hot flashes of pleasure shoot from her ass to all parts of
her body. Dorothy loved the tingling in her clit that Nick's finger-fucking had produced
and moaned for more.
"Oh God, Dorothy, I'm sticking it in now!"
She nodded excitedly and pulled him closer to her. Before she knew it his cockhead had
slipped passed her swollen pussylips, and her cuntal walls were closing around his thick
long prickshaft, squeezing and crushing it.
"Oh yes!" Dorothy cried again and again as he sucked her tits, bit her shoulder, moved
his cock in and out of her cunt. There was a steady squishing sound as he pumped back
and forth in her.
His breathing became heavier, turned to gasps, and Dorothy knew that he was about to
explode into her gut. Nick pulled away and opened his mouth. A groan came out.
Dorothy tried to say something back, but he touched her clit and her voice gave way to
a whimper. Nick kept his finger in her asshole while the thumb of the same hand was
lightly rubbing and ridge between her cunt and asshole, spreading juice along it and
into her asshole and making her feel so very, very good.
She smelled her cuntjuice, then smelled his sweat, the pungent odor of the doctor's
masculine sweat dripping onto her flesh as she thrashed under his hot, hard body. She
forced a hand between his body and hers, felt around until she fondled his balls, and
felt him jerk back.
Her cunt was becoming more constricted all the time, but now it was spasming,
tightening under his thrusts. She felt her cunt muscles grip his cock as she reached her
peak. Dorothy felt the heat of climax spread across her belly and up to her tits, and she
grimaced almost painfully as the first powerful contraction broke between her thighs.
Nick's finger slammed itself so deep into her asshole that she tossed her hips off the
couch, her cunt swallowing his cock even deeper. Dorothy didn't know what was
happening to her except that she was squishing and bouncing and sliding and writhing
to the accompaniment of moans and cum and sweat.
"I wonder why we've never done this before," he said softly, pulling his flaccid cock out
of her slackening cunt. Dorothy lay back and enjoyed the ticklish feeling his prick made
as it moved slowly out of her cum-slicked fuck-hole.
"You never asked," she said, running her hand up and down the doctor's sweating
cheek.
"Too much work around me, I guess. Those damned dogs take up all my time, but
that's going to change, I hope."
A flash of guilt suddenly gripped her. Dorothy had enjoyed having Champion's prick
slip between her cuntlips. She loved the feel of sweaty animal fur against her sensitive
thighs. But now there was Nick, and she wanted his cock too. Dorothy knew that he'd
drop her like a hot piece of metal if he ever suspected that she was fooling around with
dogs.
"We'd better get dressed," Nick said, pulling on his pants. "Jack should be home from
his date soon. It wouldn't take that boy too long to guess what we've been doing."
"How's he doing in his photography class?" Dorothy asked, buttoning up her blouse.
"Fine. His instructor says that he's got talent, i After he gets out of high school he'll
probably set f up his own studio."
"Too bad he can't follow in the footsteps of his father," Dorothy said teasingly, walking
up to him f and running her hand over his fly.
"Hey, watch it!" Nick warned, stepping back and looking fondly at her. "You want a
repeat performance?"
"Not right now," Dorothy said, hearing a car pulling into the drive. "But later, maybe
up in my apartment-" Nick smiled and nodded as the front door opened and Jack
stepped in.
"Well, son, have a good time?" his father asked nonchalantly, trying to hide the bulge
in his pants.
"So-so. Betty's kind of a drag. All she can talk I about is politics."
"Well, at least she's intelligent," Nick commented, walking behind his desk and
snuffling through a pile of unpaid bills.
"I wasn't looking for intelligence tonight," Jack said meaningfully, staring at Dorothy
and noticing that her skirt was still unzipped. She saw what he was looking at and
nervously turned away.
"I think I'd better leave, Doctor. I left the Morgan account out on the desk for you to
look through when you can. See you tomorrow." Dorothy grabbed her purse and
flounced out the front door.
"See you tomorrow," Jack called out.
Smart-assed kid, Dorothy thought as she walked into her apartment. She remembered
the dog scene that had taken placed just hours before and ran ! around, changing sheets
and wiping the dog hairs from the floor and carpeting.
Dorothy lay on the couch in her living room and I wondered how she was going to
screw both Champion and the doc without either one of them finding out about the
other. Dorothy laughed out I loud. How could Champion find out? And would he even
care? That was one good thing about dogs – no jealousy or prejudice. She slipped her
finger under her skirt and started strumming her clit again. That old fire started fanning
across her cuntal walls, and she closed her eyes, thinking of dogs' cocks and men's
cocks.


Chapter 3

"Oh fuck, SHIT!" Dorothy screamed, screwing her sweaty asscheeks into the stained
bedsheet as she felt Champion's knotty red cock slide in and out of her cunt. The big
German shepherd began whining. He was hunching faster, and his furry balls swung
between his legs, brushing against her quivering upturned buttocks. He shifted his hind
feet and began pumping even more rapidly. His red mouth was wide open and his long
tongue hung out the side dripping with spittle.
Dorothy could feel a flash of heat explode deep in her juice-slicked pussy and spread
across her belly as her swollen clit began to jerk and throb. The dog seemed to sense
her coming and barked excitedly, grinding his hot furry belly against hers.
"Now, NOW!" she moaned, throwing her arms around Champion's back and arching
her thighs off the bed in order to jam the dog's cock deeper into her snatch. Dorothy
felt Champion's cock swell inside her. In a second his hot cum exploded in her
spasming pussy, triggering another series of snatch spasms as she felt wad after wad of
dog-jism splatter against her aching cuntal walls.
"Ohhhh, that was good, boy," Dorothy sighed, feeling the dog reluctantly pull his
flaccid cock out of her warm, wet snatch.
It had been three days since she had had anything stuffed up her pussy. Nick had been
called to the Baker farm forty miles away to check some of the animals for rabies and
hadn't returned yet. Dorothy ran the clinic alone as best she could, knowing that she
would have a little spare time to let Champion out of his cage and into her cunt. She
felt her clit swell and throb every time she passed the dog's kennel. Champion could
sense a bitch in heat and whined in frustration, rubbing his unsheathed prick against
the sides of his cage.
It was Jack who prevented her from wrapping her legs around the shepherd's body. For
the past three days Nick's son spent all his free time at the clinic. He told Dorothy that
she needed a man around the place for protection. But she began to suspect that she
might need some protection from the boy who was offering it. She caught him more
than once rubbing his crotch as he stared at her. Several times she saw the knob of his
stiff prick pressing against the front of his pants whenever she was near him.
She wondered how it would feel to have his young prick jammed into her cunt. There
was something in the way his lips curled in a sardonic smile that made her pussy ache
for his cock. Sometimes she'd close her eyes and imagine his well-tapered muscular
body crushing hers against the mattress as she clamped her fingers tightly on his black
curly head, fighting for breath as his thick slick cock slammed deeper and deeper into
her twitching snatch.
But at the same time Dorothy was frightened by the streak of cruelty that she detected
in his smile, and decided that it was best for everybody concerned to leave him alone.
"Come on, boy," she said to Champion, jumping off the bed and wrapping her
bathrobe tightly around her. "Into the kitchen while I take a shower." Champion
understood and scampered out so of the bedroom, brushing against her leg as he trotted
by. Dorothy wondered if she had enough time for another session with the dog. She
looked at her watch. Two hours! She told Jack that she was taking the dog out for a run
on the beach. He was bound to get suspicious if she didn't return soon.
Dorothy ran into the bathroom and tossed off her robe, jumping into the shower to
rinse out her cum-filled pussy. As she toweled herself off, she pictured Nick's horrified
reaction. What would he think if he knew that he was sharing her with a German
shepherd? As she reached for her robe, Dorothy heard Champion barking in the
kitchen and remembered that she hadn't fed him.
"Coming, boy," she called out as she ran into the kitchen.
"Was that for me or the dog?"
Dorothy spun around and saw Jack standing against the rear wall of the kitchen smiling
at her. He was wearing a pair of white boxer shorts that showed off a growing,
twitching bulge between his legs. Instinctively Dorothy reached up and pulled her robe
closer around her neck, trying to ignore the growing ache in her cunt.
"How did you get in here?"
"Easy. You didn't lock the door. I was wondering where you'd gone to, so I locked up
and ran out to the beach. You weren't there, so I tried up here. Bingo."
Dorothy shuddered, thanking God that he hadn't walked in a few minutes earlier.
"I-I guess I walked too far with the dog," Dorothy stammered, trying not to stare at
Jack's twitching cock.
"You really want this, don't you," he said softly, reaching down with his right hand and
squeezing his cock.
"I-I-I don't know wh-wh..." Dorothy was too excited to finish the sentence.
Jack walked up to her and unfastened her robe, reaching up and clamping his large
hands around her tits. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she felt the boy pinch
her taut brown nipples.
"You fuckin' bitch! You're hotter than any of those bitch dogs we've got, but I'm gonna
cool you down," Jack said hoarsely, squeezing her tits harder as he rammed his mouth
against hers.
Dorothy should have felt frightened; should have called out for help. But Jack was
pushing her lips apart, forcing his thick tongue past her teeth, shoving forward and
inward into her mouth. She almost gagged as he lashed out with his tongue. She was
too busy fighting back to call out for help.
Somehow she was back in the bedroom. Dorothy didn't remember how she'd gotten
there – maybe he carried her; maybe they crawled across the living-room floor. All she
knew was that the boy was on top of her, fingering her clit. Whenever he touched the
sensitive tip, whenever he grabbed it between two fingers and rolled it around like a
pea, Dorothy almost pissed on the sheets.
"Oh, shit, fuck me, Jack, fuck me!" she moaned. He was biting each of her tits in turn,
taking the nipples one at a time and nibbling on them gently, enjoying their stiffness
and their half-inch lengths. Now he was licking her cleavage, running his tongue back
and forth between her swollen tits and his fingers were grabbing her clit again, rolling it
back and forth, rubbing it gently so that she felt her cunt muscles growing tighter and
tighter while her asshole tingled and her belly muscles stiffened and her entire body
tensed itself for the climax to come.
Jack pulled back for a second, sensing that Dorothy was about to come.
"You're not gonna get away so easy," he said gruffly, waiting for her to relax before he
continued. She didn't care about getting away with anything. The boy was only fifteen
but he was fucking like an experienced master. Dorothy wanted it to last as long as
possible, and if he knew how to prolong it, so much the better.
Jack saw that she was more relaxed and was back on his belly on the bed, his face
between her thighs, and he was pulling her cuntlips apart with his thumbs. Dorothy felt
the cool air of the room blow into her pussy. Suddenly Jack was pushing forward,
burying his tongue in her crack and slurping her cuntjuices. He tasted, took a deep
breath, and slurped again.
"Mmmm," he said as he rubbed his nose in her pussy. He was pushing the taut
membranes with his sharp nose as he inched forward, trailing his finger through the
wet slit. His nose moved back toward her asshole, poking teasingly against the brown
puckered skin. Then it moved toward her cunt, sliding into the junction of her outer
lips and then sliding over the slick membranes to her opening. It pushed into the hole,
scraping along the juice-slicked pussy wall as his teeth nibbled on her clit.
He pulled away again. "Suck me off," Jack commanded, hunching over her like an
animal and crawling up her body until the tip of his cockhead was even with her lips.
He guided his prick to her lips and he started shoving while Dorothy began sucking.
The knob was so thick and meaty that she dug her teeth into the groove behind it. Jack
rammed his cockshaft back and forth in Dorothy's mouth until she thought that she'd
choke on her own spittle. Dorothy suddenly applied all the suction she could muster
up. Jack let out a groan. He shoved his cock in harder this time, bouncing the knob off
the roof of her mouth. Dorothy sucked again, almost as hard as before, and on impulse
she reached for his balls, grabbing the sac gently and rolling his balls from side to side.
At the same time she brought her other hand down to her pussy to spread the lips. She
held her cuntlips apart while her forefinger dipped into the hole and brought up the
juices.
It felt so good – her mouth around Jack's pumping cock; her fingers dipping in and out
of her aching cunt. Dorothy felt that she could do this all night without getting tired,
and wondered how long the boy could stand the pace.
Her question was answered quickly. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth, and
Dorothy saw from the purple pulsating cockhead and the drops of pre-cum that were
oozing freely from the piss-slit. Still he tried to prolong their fucking. He moved his
face back to her pussy, sticking his tongue into her snatch and making her cry out with
rising need as his tongue drew back and upward to stroke her swollen clit.
Oh shit, she wanted to be fucked. When Jack's tongue slid down as far as her asshole,
she screamed out: "Fuck me! FUCK ME, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, FUCK ME!"
Dorothy lifted her ass off the bed in a silent plea for more of his tongue. She could feel
Jack's heavy breathing on her snatch; then he was moving down again, running the tip
of his tongue along her cuntlips and asshole, and she cried out again.
He was moving over her. His cock was bouncing against her thigh. Now it was pushing
up against her sweat-matted pubic hair, searching for her twat. She reached under her
upturned thigh and found his prick with her fingers and guided it to her puffy, parted
cuntlips. Jack pushed forward while Dorothy spread her thighs as far apart as she could.
His cockhead was shoving, pushing, thrusting against the taut membranes and then,
suddenly, his prick slid all the way in.
"Oh, Jeeeesus, yesss," Dorothy whispered to
Jack. She wanted to tell him that it was nice, that she was already responding to his
pumping. She could feel the hot electric-like surges in her clit, the ecstasy of her
glistening cuntlips; already her asshole was tightening the way her cunt would tighten
when she came; already her breasts were swollen, her belly flushed.
"Fuck me!" Dorothy cried several times as she twisted her hips from side to side and
dug her heels into the bed. She remembered how Champion's cock felt and wondered
what was better – Jack's cock or the dog's. That thought flew out of her mind as she
heard the boy's breathing become more labored.
"Fuck me!" she whimpered as Jack dug his teeth into the nipple of her right tit.
She could feel the muscles of his lower back and ass stiffen under her massaging fingers;
he was going to come. She began to rock her hips faster as Jack took a rasping breath
and plunged deeper into her cunt.
"Now, NOW!" he screamed, slamming his cock like a jackhammer against her
upturned ass.
Dorothy made it just in time. She felt her cunt tighten in a spasmodic contraction just
as his first spurt of jism broke loose from his pounding cock. She could feel his prick
twitching inside her pussy, and she could hear his steady grunts and gasps. Then his
gasp turned to a scream, a loud and piercing screech of delight that seemed to drive
him to greater heights of passion, forcing him to fuck harder and deeper into her pussy.
He was squirting wad after hot, sticky wad of cum into her cunt.
Somewhere in the background Dorothy could hear Champion barking enviously in the
kitchen.
"Sound like the pooch wants to get into the act," Jack said as he pulled his cock out of
her cunt with a squishy popping sound. Dorothy looked at the boy and saw he was
smiling that same twisted smile that always frightened her. "Why don't we let him in?"
Dorothy froze with horror. Did he suspect what was going on between her and the dog,
or was he just testing her?
"What do you mean?" she asked nervously, lowering her legs and staring at Jack as he
opened the bedroom door. Champion came scampering in, panting heavily. Dorothy
saw that the dog was sexually excited, something that wasn't lost on Jack.
"Looks like the pooch's been listening in. Come on, bitch, up with those legs. You need
a little cleaning out, and Champion here's gonna help you."
"No, please, don't." Dorothy hoped that she sounded convincing. She saw from Jack's
face that he believed her. That's probably why he was so bent on having the dog lick
her clean. He wanted to hurt her; probably, he enjoyed hurting anyone he could. Well,
she'd give him the show he wanted, and would enjoy it at the same time.
"Get 'em up!" he said roughly, stroking his cock as the dog danced around the room,
whimpering while Dorothy edged toward the right side of the bed and spread her legs.
Dorothy looked down at the thick matting of pubic hair that bushed around her
glistening slit. Gobs of Jack's cum stuck to some of the hairs, while a thin white stream
of jism leaked out from between her cuntlips. The dog moved up quickly and pushed
his tongue against her pussy. Dorothy began stroking him gently as he probed her cunt,
then realized that she was supposed to be horrified. She jumped at the contact seconds
later, moaning in protest.
"Oh, please, Jack, don't make me do it," she whined, feeling another climax building up
in her shuddering twat as Champion's tongue began to snake its way into her spasming
cunt.
"Shut up and keep those legs spread!" he shouted, obviously pleased by her reaction.
Dorothy looked up and saw the boy's cock sticking out into the air, bobbing wildly as
he watched the dog's cunt-licking. Champion sloshed his tongue up and down her
aching twat as she squirmed and began hunching up to his muzzle.
"You really love it, don't you?" Jack exclaimed.
Dorothy tried to keep an expression of disgust on her face, but the animal was making
her too excited to hide her feelings.
"It's your cock. I want your cock!" She watched Jack's face change from disbelief to that
old sneer again.
"Anything turns you on, doesn't it?" he said, walking over to her.
Dorothy knew what he wanted and opened her mouth again to take in his cock. She
felt the dog's tongue slide further and further into her snatch until it finally touched her
aching clit as Jack's massive shaft slid between her lips. She slid her hands up to her tits
and squeezed them in excitement as she felt the boy's cock slide down her throat and
the animal's tongue slosh furiously against her juicing cunt.
Champion was pumping his dick into thin air, whining desperately as he licked her.
Dorothy knew that he wanted to climb into her again, but she couldn't do that right
now. She had to get rid of Jack, and the best way was to hurry him up.
Dorothy released Jack's cock and moved her head down slightly until her lips brushed
against his balls. She opened her mouth and popped his hairy sac between her teeth,
applying suction and feeling his balls being drawn to the back of her throat. She heard
him whimper for more, and sucked again. At the same time she reached up to grab
Jack's cock, knowing that it would rocket him forward to climax. She was right.
"Take it in your fuckin' mouth!" he screamed.
Dorothy felt his fingers dig into her skull and she moved her head up, releasing his
balls and clamping her lips back onto his throbbing cock. It wasn't too long before she
felt a torrent of white salty cum spurt into her mouth and slide down her throat.
At the same time she felt the thrill of climax building in her pussy as the dog licked
away at her lips. Dorothy's nipples tingled, and she could feel her belly muscles
tightening again. Her legs quivered and bounced off the floor in excitement as she
ground and twisted her asscheeks on the big bed and rubbed her legs against the
shepherd's sides.
"Ummmph!" Dorothy cried out, spitting out some of Jack's cum from around his
embedded cock as orgasm exploded inside her. She twitched and quivered as she felt
Champion's tongue jab deeply into her cunt, sliding in and around her jerking clit.
When it was all over, she saw Jack leering at her, his cock still in her mouth. Champion
was still licking, and his cock stood out in excitement. Dorothy hoped that the boy
wouldn't tell her to fuck the dog. There'd be no way she could hide the fact that she
was experienced at screwing Champion. The thought of it made her cunt contract
again, and she prayed that the boy would be satisfied with what he saw.
"Am I as good as my old man?" he asked, pulling his cock from between Dorothy's lips.
"Whatever goes on between your father and me is our business," she said, reluctantly
pushing the dog away. Champion whined and lurched forward, his tongue hanging out
in anticipation of fucking her cunt.
"And what about what goes on between you and the dog?"
"You made me do this!" she cried out, pretending to be angry and offended.
Jack looked at her and shook his head. "I don't know. I think you really like this doggy
thing. Shit, with all those animals down there you must have a field day when Dad's
not in."
"Get out of here! Get out, or I'll–" She jumped up from the bed, heading for the
bedroom door.
"Or you'll what?" Jack said roughly, grabbing her by the arm and throwing her back on
the bed. He was about to slap her when Champion jumped up and caught his right arm
by the wrist. The boy cried out in pain and surprise.
"No, boy, let him go; it's all right," Dorothy said soothingly to the dog, grabbing him
around the neck and pulling him back from Jack. Teeth marks appeared around the
boy's wrist.
"Get that animal away from me!" Jack hunched up against the wall in terror as
Champion growled at him.
"Serves you right. Maybe you'll learn next time to leave me alone. Now get out of here
before I turn him loose on you. Then you'll really have something to scream about."
Dorothy heard Jack running through the living room to the kitchen to get his swim
trunks, then heard the back door slam shut. She sat back on the bed and sighed in
relief. Dorothy wondered what would happen next. She didn't think Jack would tell
Nick what happened. He was the apple of his father's eye, but his father would throw
him in the streets if he suspected him of fucking her. And if she were to tell Nick that
Jack forced her to have the dog lick her clean, well ... Dorothy smiled to herself, feeling
fairly safe that Nick would never find out what happened. She'd have to be careful in
the future to make sure Jack never got her alone again.
"No, boy, not now," she said softly to Champion who was nosing her cunt. She knew
that he wanted to fuck her, but she was tired. Two fucks and one blowjob in one night
were enough for any girl. "No, Champion!" she commanded as the dog leaped on the
bed.
She rolled away from the dog and stood up in front of the bed, looking at the stains on
the white top sheet. She watched Champion pace back and forth on the bed, his prick
unsheathed from its furry covering. Dorothy wanted to change the sheets and started
for the linen closet. Champion's barking made her reconsider the move.
She reached the bedroom door. "Stay, boy, I'll be right back."
Dorothy ran to the living-room door and made sure it was locked, then ran to the
kitchen to lock the back door. With each move she felt her clit tingle more and more.
She was amazed that her cunt muscles were beginning to contract again, and reached
down to stroke her clit gently? Electric shock waves racked her body as she thought of
the German shepherd with a hard-on in her bedroom.
Dorothy turned off the lights and walked slowly back to her room, enjoying the
increasingly tense feeling that was building between her legs. She entered the bedroom
and saw the dog lying on her bed, licking himself. He looked longingly at her.
"Here we go again, boy," Dorothy said, lying on the bed and raising her legs as she
reached over to turn out the light. She prayed that Champion would take his time just
as Jack did as she felt the tip of the shepherd's cock poke invitingly at her swollen
cuntlips.


Chapter 4

Nick came back the following day and went right to work with hardly more than a curt
hello for Dorothy. She was hoping that there'd be some hint of a near-future sexual
spree. When she saw his truck pull into the driveway, she remembered his steely cock
and how it jammed and rammed its way into her aching cunt. It was probably the only
human cock that could really satisfy her, although his soi?s was certainly no
disappointment.
But Nick was soon buried in his work, shuffling through a pile of accounts or
examining several new animals that came for treatment that day. It wasn't until six
o'clock that he spoke to her.
"God, that farm was practically a rat's nest! We had to call out the State Board of
Health to exterminate half the animals on the place. I'll have to go back there in a
couple of weeks to check out the rest of them I inoculated."
Dorothy didn't care about inoculated or dead animals. Her mind was on her cunt and
his cock. She wanted to get the two of them together as fast as she could.
"That's interesting," she said absently, moving closer to Nick as he shuffled through
another pile of accounts on his desk. In frustration, she closed her eyes. She could still
feel his prick stretching the tight, quivering membranes of her cunt. She remembered
feeling the wonderfully stuffed feeling created by his thrusting cock. He had a way of
fucking that made her whimper uncontrollably as her body bucked for satisfaction.
"By the way, my daughter's coming home tomorrow and I wonder if you could put her
up?" Dorothy's daydreaming was suddenly shattered.
"What?"
"My daughter Beth. She's coming home from school and my place is a mess. I'd really
appreciate it if you could let her stay with you. You know, on the couch or something."
There went all her plans for a romantic night of fucking. His daughter! They'd have to
play it straight while she was there.
"But, I thought, you and I, well..." Her voice trailed off in disappointment.
Nick looked up and guessed what was bothering her. He stood up and walked over to
her, wrapping his arms around her and driving his tongue deep into her mouth as he
slid his hands around her firm asscheeks.
"I know what you want, and believe me, Dorothy, I want it too, but Beth's coming
home just for a few weeks. You can hold off until then."
"What about tonight?" Dorothy couldn't imagine two weeks without screwing. She
wouldn't be able to fuck Nick; she wouldn't be able to fuck Champion; she probably
wouldn't even be able to masturbate without worrying that Beth might walk in and
catch her strumming away.
"There's just too much work here to catch up on. I'd be too tired, and when I'm with
you, I need all the energy I can get." He gave her ass a little slap and went back to his
desk. She should have felt flattered; but all she could feel was frustration and an empty,
aching feeling in her cunt.

* * *

Beth arrived by plane the next day. Dorothy had met her only once before and liked
her well enough.
The girl walked into the clinic and yelled out a cheerful hello to Dorothy. She looked
up and saw a pretty blonde girl who dressed to show off her full tits and rounded ass.
Nick came in behind her, obviously displeased with Beth's clothing.
"Looks like we're going to be roommates," Beth said, smiling cheerfully at Dorothy.
The older woman returned her smile, involuntarily examining the younger girl's body.
Beth had the body of a sensuous woman. Dorothy found herself wondering how she
looked naked – how her body would compare to her own.
"Yes, it should be fun," Dorothy said, noticing Nick still frowning at his daughter.
"Maybe you can teach her how to dress. You should have seen everybody staring at her.
Jesus Christ, she looks like she's about to pop out of that outfit any second."
Dorothy saw Beth blush and felt sorry for her.
"Oh, Daddy, everybody dresses like this at school. And besides, with all those girls
around it doesn't matter much anyway. I don't see why you keep me at that girls'
school anyway."
"That's why," Nick said, pointing to her tight jeans.
"Oh, leave her alone," Dorothy said kiddingly, getting up and putting her arm around
the young girl.
"I'll just run over to your apartment and get unpacked. Then we can sit around and talk
all kinds of things," Beth said excitedly as she ran out the door.
For two days Beth didn't leave Dorothy's side. During the mornings and afternoons she
insisted in helping her with the filing. At night she went with her as she took
Champion and the other dogs for walks. Beth didn't notice how Champion whined and
danced in front of Dorothy, and it was all she could do to keep the dog's muzzle out of
her crotch.
The third evening was the last straw. Dorothy hadn't been able to think of a way to get
Beth out of the house until then. That night a Robert Redford movie was playing at a
near-by theater that Beth wanted to see. Dorothy claimed she had a headache, hoping
that Nick would take the hint and let his daughter go by herself. But he insisted that if
Dorothy didn't go with her, he would.
"What about Jack?" Dorothy shuddered when she thought of the boy. She hated to
suggest him, but it was the only thing she could think of.
"He's too busy with his photography. He and his buddy are setting up something for a
show or whatever. I don't know," Nick said, slipping on his jacket. "But I'm not going
to let her go out alone. I don't trust her."
Dorothy sighed and looked over at Champion. She'd hoped to get Nick between her
legs, but the shepherd would do in a pinch. As soon as Nick and his daughter left,
Dorothy locked the door and pulled the blinds shut.
"Okay, boy, we're going to do what you've been wanting to do these past few days."
Dorothy walked over to the cage and let the dog out. The ache in her cunt became
almost overpowering. Even though she had enough time to take the dog up to her
apartment, Dorothy wanted his cock in her now. She knelt on the floor and leaned
forward, propping herself up on her arms. She hiked her dress above her ass and
wriggled it in front of the shepherd's panting mouth.
"Come on, damn you!" she moaned, feeling a fresh torrent of cuntjuice seep out from
between her swollen cuntlips and trickle down her left thigh.
Champion didn't take too long to mount her. The claws on his front paws scratched
through her blouse to her shoulder, but Dorothy didn't care. She felt the warm fur
brush across her bare asscheeks. She could feel the tip of his hot cock punching against
her cunt.
"Oh, Champion, stick it in, boy. STICK IT IN!"
Dorothy bent her head and looked back. She could see Champion's furry balls
bouncing between his legs as his body shook, and the long red cock jerked in the air as
she ground her asscheeks against the dog's panting belly. Dorothy reached back and
curled her fingers around the animal's prick. It was hot and moist, and Dorothy was
afraid that the dog would come in her hand.
"Easy, boy, not yet," she crooned as she guided the shepherd's pointed cockhead into
her twitching cunt. Just as she centered it between her lips, the animal lunged forward,
forcing his fiery cock deep into her juice-slicked twat.
Champion began driving his cock in and out of her pussy as she wriggled her ass in
rhythm to the animal's plunging. She felt his furry belly against her sweating ass, and
the hair on his sheath was tickling the lips of her cunt. As he kept hunching and
pumping, Dorothy felt herself skyrocketing toward climax.
"Oh yess, Champion. Oh Jesus, fuck me!"
Dorothy looked back again and could see his long red cockshaft each time he pulled it
out. It was coated with her cuntjuice now and gleamed. His balls swung back and forth
more violently as he speared her again and again.
"Oh God. GOD! FUCK ME!" she screamed as she felt the dog's saliva drip on her
back. The animal's hunching picked up speed and he was hammering hard at her cunt,
ramming his shaft furiously against her cuntal walls. He whimpered and whined.
Dorothy was backing against him now, rocking in rhythm with his stabbing cock.
Suddenly she heard someone rattling the doorknob.
"Hey, Dorothy, let us in!" She recognized Nick's voice and jumped up, tearing away
from Champion's grip. The startled dog growled, then shot his load into the air. Wad
after wad of thick hot animal cum arched out of his spurting cock and splashed on the
tile floor. Champion ground his belly against Dorothy's right leg to get some friction
against his throbbing cock as she was desperately trying to straighten her blouse and
dress.
"No, oh God, Champion, no, you can't. Back in your cage, boy. You can't, Champion."
She slammed the cage door shut and grabbed a cleaning rag, mopping up the puddles
of sticky animal cum that glistened on the floor before she walked up to the front door.
"Back so soon?"
"The movie was sold out," Nick said, walking quickly by her and back to his desk. Beth
stood at the doorway and smiled curiously at her. Dorothy wondered if she could tell
what she'd been doing.
"Come on, Dorothy. Let's go back to your place and we can talk while Daddy finishes
up. He's no fun, anyway."

* * *

It was four hours later. Dorothy had excused herself early and went to bed. She had
masturbated and came almost seconds after she started – but it still wasn't like having a
cock inside. Now she was dreaming of Nick's prick. She could see the veins, the
pulsating shaft of the cock, the warm, white gobs gushing from the tip as her cuntal
walls squeezed his throbbing shaft like a hot wet mouth.
Then she was sucking him and Nick was gasping for breath. Now his cock was growing
hard again, ready to ram its way deep into her cunt and jab down into her throat. It
was what she wanted above everything; cockmeat, prickmeat, stiff inches of it rammed
up her cunt, twisting from side to side while Nick's fingers crept down to her clit.
Dorothy woke up with a shock and realized that someone's hands were between her
legs. It was dark in the room, and at first she could only see a large dark figure kneeling
between her spread legs. At first she thought that Nick had somehow snuck up to the
apartment, and she was going to tell him to be careful not to wake Beth. Then her eyes
focused and she realized that it was Beth!
"No, don't," Dorothy protested, pushing Beth's hand away from her snatch. Beth
giggled.
"If you didn't like it, you could have stopped me a couple of minutes ago. Besides, I saw
how you were staring at my tits this afternoon. At school that's the first sign that
somebody's interested."
"At school?" Dorothy gasped.
"Sure. You don't think we just go around and pretend that sex doesn't exist, do you?
Oh sure, some of the girls are luckier than others and manage to sneak a guy into their
rooms at night. But most of us just aren't that lucky. So, we've got each other."
"Well, this isn't school," Dorothy said, pushing her hand away again. Beth seemed bent
on jerking her off.
"You didn't feel a thing?"
"I thought I was–" Dorothy stopped. She didn't want to tell Beth what was going on
between her and Nick. Not yet, anyway. "I thought I was dreaming."
"Oh, right. That's what all the new girls say. But do you always tighten your cunt
muscles around a couple of fingers when you're dreaming? Come on, Dorothy, let loose
and enjoy yourself."
"What would your father say?" Dorothy whispered hoarsely, trying to push the girl off
the bed.
"Who's going to tell him? Besides, I think you really want to experiment – I mean, if
you haven't tried this out before."
Dorothy admitted to herself that she was curious. She knew that the first day Beth
walked in the clinic. In any case, she was so horny that she didn't care who it was she
was going to have between her legs. She needed relief, living relief, and Beth was going
to provide it.
Seconds later Dorothy felt the young girl's tongue pushing its way into her snatch.
"Please don't," she moaned, but spread her legs further apart to give Beth more room to
work in. Dorothy shuddered as Beth's fingers pulled her cuntlips apart so that her
tongue could twist its way deeper into her dry cunthole.
"Get off me, please, Beth," Dorothy protested again, but this time more weakly as she
felt her clit begin to tingle.
Beth was an expert, a girl who knew the mystery of what tongues were for. Dorothy
gritted her teeth as she felt the girl's tongue snake up toward her clit. She shivered with
delight as Beth's finger stroked her asshole. She felt the girl's tongue settle on her clit
for a second. Then she could feel a pair of lips closing around the tiny knob. Beth had
begun to apply suction! Dorothy could feel it now. It was like being in bed with Nick.
She was starting to respond. She couldn't help it. She could feel her crotch tingling, and
suddenly there was a trickle of cuntjuice running down her thigh. She knew that no
matter how hard she tried she just wouldn't be able to keep any self-control.
Beth's mouth retreated.
"Is that all?" Dorothy asked, a little disappointed. She had nearly reached an explosive
climax and now she was left hanging, just as she had been left earlier that evening with
Champion.
"I don't like people to come like that," Beth said, climbing off the bed and skipping out
the bedroom to the living room. Dorothy heard the girl opening her suitcase and
fumbling around in it in the dark. In a few minutes she came back into the bedroom
with something in her hand.
"What's that?" Dorothy asked, staring at the object in the girl's hand. She knew
damned well what it was. Beth had a twelve-inch dildo between her fingers, and she
guessed whose cunt that was going to go into.
"A little help for you. Come on, Dorothy, you've probably used a million of these. This
one's great. See? Just turn this switch and it buzzes. This one makes it wiggle back and
forth. If you push both of them, look what happens."
Dorothy looked with interest as she saw the dildo shake and wiggle like a live snake in
the girl's hand. She felt her cunt twitch desperately and knew she had to have that
plastic cock rammed up her pussy soon.
Beth climbed back on the bed and hit all the switches. The large dildo began to buzz
furiously and the girl slowly brought its knob against Dorothy's crotch.
Dorothy had lost the fight, and she knew it as soon as the latex cockhead disappeared
into her hot, juicy snatch. It was just like being fucked by Nick or Jack, only better.
Better even than Champion. The vibrations poured through the flesh of her cunt and
were carried to her twitching clit. She shuddered and moaned continuously as the
powerful sensations spread outward to her entire body from her groin.
But Beth had more on her mind than just giving her pleasure. Suddenly Dorothy was
aware of a shadow coming down over her head.
"Beth, what are you doing, for God's sake?"
"You don't think you're going to have all the fun, do you? I'm just as hot as you are,
and you're going to take care of me just like I'm taking care of you."
At first Dorothy thought that Beth meant another dildo. Then she realized that Beth
was turning around until her hairy cuntlips were directly over her mouth.
"Oh no, Beth, I can't do that." Dorothy tried to move her face to one side, but she was
blocked by Beth's thigh.
"Come on, Dorothy, just open up and stick your tongue into my sweet cunt." Beth
lowered her thighs until her cuntlips brushed against Dorothy's lips. The girl shuddered
and moaned in ecstasy as she plunged the dildo deeper into Dorothy's sucking twat.
"Now, damn it!" Beth moaned, slamming her pussy hard against Dorothy's mouth.
Dorothy could taste the sharp acidic flavor of cuntjuice. It was the first time she'd ever
tasted any juice but her own, and she shivered. Dorothy didn't know what to do. She'd
never been with a woman, and didn't know exactly how to satisfy one.
"Eat me, damn it!"
Dorothy's tongue disappeared between the girl's cuntlips and into the hole. Then she
heard Beth say something about her clit, so she pulled her tongue from the opening
and moved it higher, letting the tip settle on the swollen organ. Beth let out a cry of
delight as Dorothy repeated the motion, this time running her tongue on either side of
the twitching clit.
"That's it. Oh shit, Dorothy, that's it! Oh Christ, don't tell me you never did this
before!" Beth ground her crotch against Dorothy's face as she slid the buzzing dildo in
and out of the older woman's trembling snatch.
Dorothy gave herself completely to the vibrating rubber cock. She closed her eyes and
sucked gently on Beth's clit as she felt the dildo slide in and out of her pussy; once she
even tightened her cunt muscles around the buzzing organ as if to invite it deeper into
her snatch. Dorothy shuddered as she felt her clit being stroked by Beth's thumb.
"Faster!" Beth moaned.
Dorothy stuck her tongue deep into Beth's hole and touched her clit with a trembling
finger and let her other hand creep toward Beth's asshole. She got up enough nerve to
give it a tentative push. The puckered anal opening let in part of the finger before it
tightened again, trapping the finger deep inside the shithole.
"More, more!" Beth cried, slamming her cuntlips harder against Dorothy's face.
Dorothy knew the young girl was near her climax and she increased her tongue
movements against Beth's clit to drive her over the edge as rapidly as she could.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me!" Dorothy moaned into the girl's snatch as she felt her own
cuntal muscles spasming. Dorothy's thighs were clamped tightly against Beth's wrist as
the girl's hand wielded the rubber-skinned cock. Her face was pressed hard against
Beth's dripping pussy, and she could feel the spittle and cuntjuice trickling down her
cheeks.
"Now, NOW!" Beth screamed, stiffening and shuddering violently as Dorothy felt a
spasm in her crotch, and then another, and suddenly her own cunt was seized by a
long, powerful, twitching series of contractions that made her lift her hips off the bed.
She felt Beth's cunt jerk and her asshole tighten around her finger, and Dorothy tasted
a fresh torrent of cuntjuice.
"Oh FUUUUUCK!" Beth screamed, slamming her twat repeatedly against Dorothy's
face while she stabbed the dildo again and again into the older woman's cunt.
"Now, that wasn't all that bad," Beth chirped, ten minutes later as she snuggled in bed
against Dorothy.
"I still don't think it was right," Dorothy replied, happy nevertheless that the tight
feeling in her cunt was gone.
"What's right? Besides, I'm not a dyke, or anything like that. I just like sex, and I'll take
it where I can get it."
Dorothy smiled to herself. She wished she'd been that open in college as this girl was in
high school.
"You like my father?"
"I think he's very nice," Dorothy answered cautiously.
"How about my brother?"
Dorothy noticed a slight catch in the girl's voice. She wondered if Jack had ever done
anything to her.
"You sound as if you don't," Dorothy answered.
Beth sighed, then turned her head and looked at her. "It's that Jack one day, oh a
couple of years ago, caught me masturbating in my bedroom. It was innocent enough, I
thought, but he made a big thing about it. Said that he was going to tell Mom and Dad
about it, and that they'd send me away to prison, or some reformatory, or something
like that. I was stupid enough to believe him. So I let him do what he wanted."
"What was that?" Dorothy could have kicked herself for asking.
"Can't you guess? If he hasn't gotten to you yet, he will. He fucked the hell out of me.
The first man I ever had, and it had to be my brother. It wasn't all that great, either. I
mean, if he just fucked me, well, okay, I would've gotten it sooner or later, I guess. But
he was up in my room for over an hour. He jammed pencils, pens, even my hairbrush
into my cunt before he finally fucked me with his cock. It's all kind of like a dream. I
can't remember what broke through first – his cock or my hairbrush."
Dorothy shuddered, picturing the bizarre rape in her mind. She wondered if Nick even
suspected what his son was like.
"Jack's just got this thing about sex," Beth continued. "I mean, he likes to hurt people.
He's always out for me. That's why I'm glad he isn't around now. God only knows
what he'd do."
Dorothy shuddered.


Chapter 5

The next day Jack came into the clinic for a few minutes to talk to his father about
borrowing money for some new photographic equipment. Dorothy watched as Beth
shrank under her brother's steady gaze, and was sure now that the girl's story about
him was true. Nick didn't see it, but Dorothy watched Jack follow his sister's
movements with his eyes. Then he lowered his right hand to his crotch and began
squeezing the growing bulge that showed under his jeans.
"I swear, that boy thinks I'm a money factory," Nick said, putting his wallet back in his
pocket. "Now it's some kind of special lens or something like that. Pretty soon, I'll be
setting him up in his own studio."
"He's up to something," Beth whispered to Dorothy as she walked back to her father's
desk. Dorothy watched Jack disappear around the corner and wondered what he had
planned.

* * *

Later that evening she and Nick were alone. Beth had gone shopping to buy groceries
and Jack wasn't expected back. Dorothy watched as the last customer left with her
poodle. She'd caught Nick staring at her all afternoon and knew he had something on
his mind. When she saw Nick lock the door and pull the blinds shut, she knew what it
was. She felt her cunt flutter and the juices seep from between her cuntlips as she
watched him walk slowly toward her desk, rubbing his right hand across the growing
bulge between his legs.
"Nick, I-" she began as she stood up to meet him. Dorothy was going to suggest
waiting until they got to her apartment. But she felt something trickle down her right
thigh, and knew that her pussy couldn't wait any longer.
"The door's locked. Let's go," he said hoarsely as he reached out and pulled her
forward. In less than a second Dorothy felt Nick's tongue darting between her lips,
forcing its way deeper and deeper into her hot, wet mouth until she thought she'd
suffocate. At the same time she reached down and fumbled for his zipper. In one
movement she unzipped his pants and shoved her right hand in, feeling his hot, jerking
cock through the stretched cotton of his jockey shorts.
"Oh God, yes, baby," he moaned, tearing at her blouse and hiking up her skirt.
Dorothy backed away reluctantly, smiled, and shed her clothes as quickly as she could.
Nick took the hint and slid out of his shirt and pants, leaving his shorts on. Dorothy
wanted to see his cock; she wanted to watch it bob excitedly in the air before she
wrapped her swollen cuntlips around that mammoth bulb. Nick teasingly played with
the cockhead through his shorts, squeezing the tip until a large wet spot appeared in
the material.
"For God's sake!" Dorothy screamed. Then Nick slipped off his shorts and Dorothy got
what she wanted.
"Oh my God, I want your cock up my cunt!" she said, watching drops of pre-cum ooze
out of Nick's piss-slit. She wanted to run her tongue along that thick vein that ran
along the prick-shaft's underside until it came to his cockhead where she'd be able to
taste those early drops of jism.
"Touch me," Dorothy begged. He continued to tease her, rubbing his fingers slowly up
and down his jerking prick while he stared at her juicing cunt.
She backed away, lowering her right hand and using several fingers to spread her
sensitive cuntlips. Nick moved closer, but Dorothy continued to retreat until she came
to the edge of her desk. She wiggled her ass against the front ,then hopped backward
until she was on top, sitting cross-legged and facing him. She held her cuntlips apart
while she played with herself, strumming her clit, spreading her twat juice until she
moved her fingers back toward her shithole. Dorothy closed her eyes and let her head
fall back, arching her back slightly and thrusting her thighs forward, impaling her
snatch on her probing fingers. She raised her head and looked at Nick.
"Jesus, what are you waiting for?" she moaned. He stood there, running his hand up
and down his pulsating cock. The stretched outer skin glistened from a layer of pre-cum
drops. His mouth and eyes were glazed with lust as he watched her finger-fuck herself.
"Ohhh, unngh!" she moaned. Fuck me, fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch. She wanted to
scream out the words that were building in her throat.
"Please, Nick, touch me," she begged, pulling her fingers from her snatch. "Aaaah!" He
was touching her clitoris. He was stroking her gently, then increasing his rhythm. He
finished up by grabbing her clit between two fingers and pinching it gently, tugging on
it until Dorothy finally cried out that she couldn't stand it any more.
"No, not yet. Don't make me cum," she gasped, unfolding her legs and sliding off the
desk. She stood against him, feeling his jutting prick poke savagely against her wet slit.
She sank slowly to her knees, trailing the tip of her tongue across Nick's hot, sweating
flesh until her lips were even with his pulsating cockhead. Closing her eyes, Dorothy
thrust her head into his crotch. Dorothy was afraid that she'd choke to death on his
prick as Nick thrust his hips forward.
"Mmmmgh!" she protested, trying to pull away. Nick reached down and pulled her
head off his cock.
"Too much cock for my little girl?" he said jokingly, reaching down to pinch her taut
brown nipples.
"Hold on, Doctor," Dorothy replied, brushing away his hands and wrapping her lips
back around his prick. He twisted his hips in a circular motion that made his cock
move around in her mouth like the stick of a butter churn. She felt his legs begin to
shake, then tremble violently, and knew that he was racing toward climax. She released
his prick and watched it jerk. In a second or two Dorothy saw that Nick was ready for
more and went back to her sucking.
"Oh, yesss, baby, more, oh God, Dorothy, run your tongue along the ridge, oh SHIT,
SHIT, BABY!!" He slammed his crotch hard against her face.
Dorothy kept sucking. She felt her clit tingle, and reached down to strum it as her
tongue ran circles over the cockhead, dipping occasionally into the piss-slit.
"Noooo!" he screamed, pushing her backward so hard that she nearly crashed to the
floor. Dorothy watched the entire length of his cockshaft heave with massive jerks. Nick
was going to blow; she was sure of it. But he clamped his right hand hard around the
shaft and squeezed hard, stopping any premature ejaculation. Dorothy sighed in relief.
"While you're down there–" he began, sinking to his knees and raising her legs high
into the air, exposing her twitching twat. It had been several days since she felt Nick's
massive cock in her snatch, and now Dorothy was whimpering like a bitch in heat for
Nick to ram his prick into her guts.
Dorothy closed her eyes and felt the tip of his tongue tentatively lick her cuntlips. Every
cunt muscle in her crotch ached; her swollen, twitching clit throbbed for release. Soon,
she felt the full length of his tongue slide up and down on her cuntlips, teasingly
poking at her hole.
Nick shoved his head forward until he buried his face deep in the folds of her hot
snatch. His hands slid under her ass, digging into her firm flesh and holding her cheeks
so far apart that Dorothy thought he was going to rip her backside in half.
She could hear Champion growling jealously. Dorothy turned her head and saw the
dog dancing in frustration in his cage, his glistening pointed cock bobbing unsatisfied
in the air while he chewed at the metal bars in an effort to get out. While Nick jabbed
and slid his tongue in and out of her cunt, Dorothy felt an almost overpowering desire
to wrap her lips around the German shepherd's prick and give him a blowjob.
"Aaaiiiee!" Dorothy screamed, arching her thighs high in the air as she felt Nick's lips
playing around her clit, cupping around the tiny organ and sucking on it. Bolts of
pleasure racked her body. Dorothy could feel the spit and cuntjuice trickling down her
asscheeks. Now all she could think of was Nick's cock dancing against her upturned
ass, his tongue jabbing her snatch, Champion's hard prick jerking in midair, and her
aching cunt rocketing toward a massive come.
Then Dorothy felt a spasm. She clenched her teeth and thought about every nonsexual
thing she could think of. She succeeded in calming down her aching snatch.
"Oh shit, Nick, fuck me now! I don't know if I can hold out much longer."
"Right now? Well, anything the little lady wants, she'll get from me."
Dorothy looked between her legs at the treelike cock and hungrily ground her cuntlips
in his face. Nick paused only for a second to guide his purple cockhead to the bristling
wet hairs of Dorothy's cunt. With one hard thrust, he slammed his shaft deep into her
gut.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, arching her back as she spread her legs to swallow the entire
length of Nick's mammoth prick. He ground his groin against her sensitive asscheeks,
stirring the length of his shaft against the sensitive, fluttering membranes of her cuntal
walls. He withdrew, then slammed his cock home again until his balls slapped noisily
against Dorothy's ass.
"Ohhh, yesss," she moaned. Dorothy wanted to tell Nick that it was nice; that she was
already responding to the steady back-and-forth thrusting of his prick.
"Fuck me!" she cried out. She gripped his cock every time it rammed its way in,
rubbing its surface with her hot, wet cunt before she relaxed her cunt muscles to let it
escape again.
"FUCK ME, GODDAMN YOU!"
Already her asshole was tightening. Already she could feel the surges of electric
sensation sputtering from the tip of her clit, signaling that her climax was just around
the corner. Already her breasts were swollen and aching, her belly flushed, her head
dizzy with sexual heat as she was being fucked on the floor by the vet with her favorite
pet dog whining and whimpering in the background.
Then she felt the muscles of his ass stiffen under her probing fingers. He was going to
come.
She began to rock her hips faster as Nick took several rasping breaths and plunged even
deeper and harder into her cunt.
"Fuck me! Ohhh, make me come too. Don't do it until I come. Ohhhh, FUCK!
YOU'RE SHOOTING! I CAN FEEL YOUR COCK JERKING...!"
Dorothy made it in time with him. She felt her cunt tighten in a spasmodic contraction
just as his first wad of jism exploded from his swinging balls, rushed through his
jerking shaft, and spurted out of his expanded cockhead, splattering against her
fluttering cuntal walls. She could feel his prick twitching inside her pussy-hole, and she
could hear his steady grunts and gasps.
"GODDAMN YOU, BITCH, FUCK, FUCK!" he yelled, squeezing her breasts with his
powerful hands until Dorothy thought he was going to tear them off her chest. She
screamed in response, a loud screech of delight and pain that drove Nick to greater
heights of excitement. He sank his teeth into her shoulder and fucked harder, deeper
into her twat. He was squirting gobs of cum into her hole. In a few minutes, the spasms
for both of them stopped, and he collapsed on top of her body, exhausted and sweaty.
"Jesus, you act like a sex maniac," Dorothy commented as she reached up and stroked
his chin. Sweat dripped from Nick's chin and landed on her tits.
"It's the inspiration under me," Nick said, smiling at her. He kept moving his hips up
and down, sliding his semi-flaccid cock in and out of her stretched snatch while he
stroked her swollen breasts.
Dorothy wondered if she should tell him about her suspicions concerning his son. She
suspected that Nick didn't know anything about what happened between Jack and Beth,
let alone how he raped her several nights ago.
"Maybe you ought to have a talk with Jack," Dorothy began, regretting that her
statement was about as subtle as an atom bomb.
"Why?" Dorothy noticed a change in Nick's expression. He hadn't talked much about
his son, before, and when he did, he always seemed rather proud of him. But now he
was studying her closely. There seemed to be something almost defensive in his
appearance.
"Oh, no reason. It's just that, well, he's got a certain way of looking at me that makes
me feel, well, uncomfortable."
Nick closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. "You've just got to try to understand
him. He's had problems."
"What do you mean?"
"In school, they accused him of – raping one of the girls. I didn't believe it for a
second. He's always been a little free, but I don't think he'd do something like that."
Dorothy almost laughed out loud. It was obvious that where his son was concerned,
Nick believed that Jack could do no wrong. If he only knew what he'd done to her and
how he treated his sister...
"Isn't it possible that the authorities might have been right?"
"Nobody proved anything. Besides, it came out at the hearing that the girl was a whore
anyway."
"But that doesn't mean anything. I mean, just because she might have liked to fool
around a little doesn't rule out the possibility that Jack–"
"What are you aiming at?" Nick asked suspiciously.
Dorothy caught herself. If she saw anything more she'd have to back it up with proof –
the kind of proof that Nick either wouldn't believe, or if he did, would move him to
throw her out of the clinic and his life.
"Nothing, really. He just makes me feel uncomfortable at times, that's all."
Nick smiled, then bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Well, don't worry
about it. He won't do anything to hurt you. Oh, he's a little wild. But ever since he's
taken up photography, well, he's settled down."
Dorothy decided not to push the matter any further. Besides, she felt Nick's cock
stiffening in her cunt again, rubbing gently against her clit. Those old juices were
flowing again.
"Hey, your daughter's coming home any second. Beth's going to get suspicious if I'm
not there."
"Beth's a good kid. She'll just figure that we're working a little later this evening," Nick
said softly as he started grinding his hips against her thighs. "Goddamn it! What's
wrong with that dog?" he asked angrily.
Dorothy suddenly realized that Champion was whining loudly. She looked up and saw
that the dog's cock was still unsheathed, and he was trying to rub it against the bars of
the cage.
"Looks like he wants a little of the action," Dorothy said a little guiltily, turning her
head away from the animal.
"Let him get his own piece," Nick said, beginning to ram his rigid cock in and out of
her snatch in a faster rhythm. Dorothy silently agreed and thrust her hips forward and
upward to meet his, reaching through her legs for his balls.


Chapter 6

Beth and Nick were out at the movie. They decided to try to see the Redford flick they
missed the night before. It was the opportunity Dorothy had been waiting for. All the
time she was fucking Nick she couldn't get the dog's cock out of her mind. Even as she
closed her eyes she thought of Champion's pointed red prick bobbing crazily in the air
as Nick's cock slid in and out of her twitching snatch. The poor animal hadn't come; he
had sat in his cage, licking himself desperately after Dorothy and Nick had finally
uncoupled and wiped themselves off before walking up to the apartment for dinner.
She unlocked the door to the clinic quietly and tiptoed through the darkened room to
Champion's cage. She heard the dog jump up.
"That's right, boy, Dorothy didn't forget about you." She reached through the bars to
stroke the dog's furry ears. Champion licked her arm hungrily. Then her hand brushed
lightly over the dog's jumping cock. He whimpered loudly as she started pumping his
cock.
"Easy, boy," Dorothy whispered, sliding her fingers back and forth on his slick, pointed
cockshaft. The dog started breathing heavily. Saliva dripped from between his pointed
teeth as she increased the speed of her pumping.
When she thought he was going to come, Dorothy stopped and opened the cage.
"Just wanted to get you going, boy. Now, we're going up to the apartment where you
can show me your stuff." Dorothy felt guilty about taking the animal up to her place –
or for that matter, letting the dog fuck her any more. Nick was getting more serious
about her. If he even had a faint suspicion about what she was doing ...
"In, boy, fast!" Dorothy whispered breathlessly as she unlocked the door to her
apartment. She kept the lights off as she ran to the bedroom. Her heart pounded wildly
as she tore off her blouse and unzipped her skirt.
As she headed for the bed, Dorothy caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror
of the wall closet. She saw her firm tits, her white nylon panties, and thought of Nick as
he pushed them down and stuck his tongue into her gaping snatch. She made one final
effort to control herself, then decided to hell with it and jumped on to the bed.
Champion had been prancing wildly about the room, barking impatiently.
Champion jumped on the bed and wagged his tail with excitement as he saw Dorothy
hike her legs over her head. At once his snout went to her crotch to sniff and she
rubbed his head slowly. Dorothy felt her clit swell and rise while the odor of her
cuntjuice was driving the dog to lick her slit faster and faster.
Her breathing became uneven as she felt the big German shepherd licking her cunt.
That old familiar tongue. Nick's tongue was fantastic – so was Jack's, for that matter.
But there was something about the dog's – its excessive length and roughness that
satisfied her the way no human tongue could.
Without warning, Champion stopped licking her snatch and tried to mount her.
"No, not yet, boy," Dorothy protested, pushing him back down and guiding his mouth
back to her cunt. She had plenty of time to come.
Champion went back to his licking, his tongue lathering her swollen cuntlips. Dorothy
reached up and squeezed her tits, grinding her asscheeks together and heaving up her
thighs in ecstasy.
"Ohhh, yess, boy, faster, faster for Dorothy!" She moved her thighs back and forth, up
and down, as Champion whined and growled in her crotch. She reached between her
legs and grabbed his big prick, slowly jerking it back and forth as she felt her cunt
muscles tightening for a big come.
"Easy, boy, easy," Dorothy said, pushing his head gently away. She was amazed at how
fast she was reaching her climax. She didn't want to come this way. As soon as she
wrapped her fingers around the dog's slick prick, she knew that she wanted it jamming
itself inside her cunt.
"God, you love it when Dorothy plays with your cock, right? How would you like it
stuffed in my cunt?" Champion seemed to understand her and jumped up to mount her
again.
"No, not that way, I'll play bitch with you," she said softly, rolling over on her stomach
and propping herself up on the bed on her knees and elbows. Dorothy looked back and
saw the wet, red cock sticking out of the sheath, ready to slam its way into her snatch.
"Now, Champion, now!" she commanded urgently. The dog took just one sniff of her
cunt, then mounted her, wrapping his big furry paws around her heaving belly. He
started jabbing his cock until the furry sheath was peeled all the way back off his cock.
Champion paused. Dorothy heard him panting heavily and wondered what was the
matter. Just as she bent her head to look through her pendulous hanging tits she felt
the animal resume his fucking, this time jabbing his cock right up her snatch. In one
easy movement the dog jammed his cock all the way up her cunt.
"Oh yes, yes, Champion!" Dorothy gasped as the dog started fucking her in earnest,
screwing her as no man could. She wondered if Nick would fuck her like this if she
asked him. Maybe that way she could break the habit of fucking dogs. She pictured him
behind her, his big, powerful hands clamped around her tits, squeezing them roughly as
his hairy prick slammed in and out of her violated cunt until she thought her pussylips
would turn black and blue.
Then her mind slid back several years to that fraternity party, the night when Tom
forced her to fuck that boxer. She remembered her early disgust at being screwed by
that animal, and how it turned to overwhelming passion as the frat brothers jacked off,
watching her ass being rammed by the panting animal. She remembered how they
laughed at her as her face twisted with ecstasy. She remembered how they beat her,
fucked her, dragged her around the living room, pouring beer, punch, liquor, anything
they could lay their hands on into her aching cunt.
"Nooooo!" Dorothy moaned, feeling Champion's belly shudder on top her ass. She
wanted to pull away from the animal, but she was too weak. Her cunt seemed to have a
mind of its own, and right now it wanted the dog's cum splattering its shuddering,
sensitive walls. The dog growled loudly, then shot a full load of jism into her twitching
cunt. Dorothy could feel the sticky, hot fluid oozing down her snatch walls. It was all
she needed.
"Ooooh, SHIT! FUCK, CHAMPION!"
Dorothy wanted the dog to stay in her all night. She wanted Champion's paws wrapped
around her belly again; she wanted his furry cock embedded in her cunt.
"Dorothy. Dorothy, are you home?"
Dorothy froze with horror on the bed. It was Beth's voice coming from the living room.
She must have just come in while she and the dog were coming together.
"Under the bed, boy," Dorothy whispered. The dog jumped down, crawling quickly
under the frame as Beth walked in the doorway.
"There you are. What a movie! That Redford is something else. Shit, just watching him
on the screen makes me hot, you know what I mean?"
Dorothy looked at Beth. The younger girl was hinting at something, probably wanted
another fucking session, something that Dorothy didn't mind. But she had to rinse her
cunt out. She could feel Champion's cum leaking out from between her cuntlips. It
wouldn't take Beth too long to figure out what had happened a few minutes before. She
just prayed that the dog would stay under the bed until she could figure out what to do
with him.
"I'm going to shower first," Dorothy said. "Then we'll see what we can do about your
problem."
After her shower, when she got back to the bedroom, she saw Beth lying on the bed
naked. The girl was playing with herself as she turned her head and let out a soft moan.
"Ohhhh, it itches, it itches, Dorothy," she kept repeating, jamming her fingers in and
out of her young cunt.
"What've you got for me to scratch it with?"
Beth didn't answer, but reached over and held up the dildo she used on her several
nights before. Dorothy smiled and walked over to the bed, taking the latex cock out of
Beth's hands and tracing it across the young girl's heaving belly until the tip touched
the hairs that covered her aching cunt.
"Ohhh, stick it in, Dorothy," Beth moaned, heaving her hips up in an effort to impale
herself on the dildo. Dorothy slipped the bulbous tip into Beth's hot cunt and heard the
young girl gasp in delight.
"Ohhh, God," Beth squealed. "Shit, that feels good! Go ahead, push it all the way in!
Ohhhh, SHIT!"
Dorothy was hot again. She forgot about the dog under the bed. She jammed the dildo
all the way into Beth's cunt, then pulled it out, only to screw it back in seconds later.
"Climb on top of me. Make love to me," the girl moaned.
Dorothy climbed on top of the girl and lowered her body on top of Beth's. Their tits
formed a soft cushion between them as Dorothy speared the dildo into the girl's pussy.
She flicked the switches on the base and felt the plastic cock begin vibrating in her
hand.
"Jesus, YESSS!" Beth screamed, throwing her arms around Dorothy's back and grinding
her cunt against her twat.
"Oh shit," Dorothy moaned. She felt Beth's smooth, young body sliding against hers.
Their large taut nipples brushed and ground against each other, and she could feel the
girl's sweaty thighs grind against her hips.
"Please, fuck me, fuck me, Dorothy!" the girl begged. Dorothy felt her self-control slip
away as she rammed the buzzing dildo into Beth's twitching cunt.
"GIVE IT TO ME... UNGH... UNGH... UNGH!" Dorothy moved the latex cock faster
and faster with one hand as she reached down and strummed her swollen clit with the
other. Their thighs banged together as she rammed the dildo in the girl's snatch.
It was about then when Dorothy realized there was someone else on the bed. She raised
her head abruptly and saw that Champion was standing next to her, breathing heavily
as he watched the two women bucking and heaving against one another. Beth opened
her eyes and cried out in fear. "What's he doing here?"
Dorothy tried to think of a lie, but then decided that it was useless. She was too hot to
think straight. Beth would just have to accept the truth.
"Ever been fucked by a dog?" she asked breathlessly.
"Noooo," Beth answered weakly, trying to pull away.
"It's not all that bad, really," Dorothy coaxed. Something inside her made her want to
see the girl fucked by Champion. She'd never seen a woman fucked by an animal
before – other than herself, of course. Now she had an overpowering urge to force Beth
to submit to Champion's tongue and cock.
"Come on, try it," she cooed, sliding off the young girl's sweating belly and forcing her
legs in the air. "Got to pull this thing out first," she said, sliding the dildo out with a
squishy pop. Champion jumped back when he saw the buzzing organ slide out of
Beth's cunt.
"No, boy, it's okay. Come back, Champion," Dorothy said softly, and the dog obeyed.
Beth whimpered, but didn't make any effort to break free. "Easy, boy," Dorothy said to
Champion as she reached out and touched the dog's cock. Almost instantaneously she
felt it stiffen under her grasp and slide out of its furry sheath. Dorothy tugged at his
prick gently, pointing it toward the girl's exposed snatch. In an instant he leaped and
placed his paws on Beth's upturned legs.
"Stop it, STOP IT, PLEASE, DOROTHY!!" Beth protested, feeling the dog's pointed
cockhead bouncing against her trembling cuntlips.
"Just relax, Beth," Dorothy said as she started rubbing the dog's hot cock up and down
the girl's swollen cuntlips. Slowly, she poked the cockhead gently between the lips and
watched as Beth arched her back in disgust.
"TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!!" she screamed, thrashing wildly on
the bed. Dorothy held her down with one hand while Champion slammed his prick
into Beth's cunt.
"WWWAAAAHH! ARGH!"
Dorothy was afraid at first that Beth's screaming might attract attention from someone
outside and was about to pull Champion out. But she watched as the girl's screams died
down and her breathing become more labored. Dorothy released the dog's cock and
began to strum her swollen clit.
Beth started reacting to Champion's hunching, heaving her thighs off the stained
bedsheets in time to the shepherd's insistent pumping.
"OH WOW!" Beth gasped as Champion started humping faster and faster. Dorothy
watched the dog slam his knotty unsheathed prick into the young girl's cunt, slapping
his furry balls against her upturned ass with every forward thrust.
"OH JESUS!" Beth shrieked. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, DOG, PUNCH IT!"
Dorothy was amazed at how fast Beth took to Champion, and how quickly the dog
took to the girl. She stopped strumming her swollen clit and got up on her knees,
sliding to Beth's side until she was even with Champion's haunches.
"Can you take care of both of us, boy?" Dorothy whispered hoarsely. She grabbed the
dog's head and pulled it gently forward until it was embedded between her flushed,
swollen tits. The dog hungrily lapped at her taut nipples while he continued to ram
Beth's violated, twitching young cunt.
"Lick me, boy, lick me," Dorothy cried softly as she stood up and swung her left leg
around Beth. She shoved her juicing cunt into Champion's snout and looked down to
watch the dog's fucking.
"Lick me, damn it!" Dorothy commanded. Almost instantly the dog obeyed.
"Ohhh, Champion. Oh God, that feels good! That's it, boy."
Dorothy felt the dog's tongue slip inside her spasming cunt. She looked down and
watched his prick slide in and out of the girl. It excited her to watch the screwing while
the dog's tongue probed her slick fuck-hole. Dorothy squirmed, contracting her cunt
and ass muscles as she reached down and shoved Champion's snout deeper into her
snatch.
"OH CHAMPION. FUCK HER! LICK ME! OH THERE! RIGHT THERE!"
Dorothy felt the dog's tongue slide across her swollen, twitching clit. Her legs quivered
violently, and she thought she was going to collapse on top of Beth's bucking body as
she felt an explosive climax building up deep in her knotted gut.
"UNNNGH!! FUCK ME! OH SHIT, DOROTHY, I'M COMING!" Beth screamed out
as Dorothy covered her tits and started kneading the firm, pendulous mounds as she
felt her clit exploding.
Beth twisted and bucked against her ankles as Dorothy felt the first orgasmic spasms
break across her cunt and shoot around her thighs.
"OHHH, CHAMPION. I CAN'T, I CAN'T STAND – OOOHHH FUCK!" Dorothy
screamed, lowering her hands and clamping them around the dog's head, jamming his
pointed snout all the way into her spasming cunt. The dog yelped at the sudden move
and tried to open his mouth in protest. But Dorothy's quivering cunt was like a soft,
squishy vise that clamped the animal's jaws shut.
"OOH, SHIT, SHIT, FUCK!" Dorothy moaned as the last spasm broke across her twat.
She let the dog's head go and fell to her knees as Champion jumped off the bed and
cowered in the corner. He'd never taken on two bitches before.
Dorothy looked between her legs and saw Beth's wet cunt leaking the dog's jism from
between its lips.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Dorothy finally said when she caught her breath.
"Ohhh, God. I don't know. I've never done it with a dog. I thought that was sick or
something." Dorothy could tell that the girl wasn't particularly concerned over what
happened by the tone in her voice.
"I don't think it really shook you. Besides, I've been doing it for some time now.
Nothing's ever happened to me. In fact, there's less to worry about when you do it with
a dog. No involvement – no rape – no promises. No anything, except pure pleasure."
"You mean you've been doing this all along?"
Dorothy had crawled off the bed and was wiping herself with a towel.
"You bet. In fact, that was one reason why I took this job, to tell the truth. With all
those animals around, I knew I'd find one I'd like."
"Doesn't Daddy suspect anything?"
Dorothy felt a twinge of guilt. Up to now she felt she could talk freely about her animal
fucking. But Beth brought Nick back into her mind. Whenever she thought of him –
that strong, steely muscular body – she resolved to swear off animals. If any man could
satisfy her, Nick could.
"No, and don't tell him. I-I don't think he'd understand."
Beth was quiet for a few seconds. "Have you made it with him?"
"Well – yes. I have, Beth. In fact, I like him a lot. And I don't think he'd appreciate
knowing that I was screwing around with his patients."
"Well, I don't think fucking dogs is all that bad.
I mean, if you're going to cheat on Daddy, I think I'd rather have you cheating with a
dog than another man."
Dorothy thought about it for a few seconds, then laughed. "Don't worry. If things get a
little more serious between us, I might even swear off the pooches. Come on now, and
let's clean up. We've got to take the dog back."
Suddenly Champion rose to his feet and jumped at the closed bedroom door, leaping at
it and barking angrily.
"Easy, boy, easy. What's wrong?"
"Dorothy, I think somebody's in the other room," Beth said nervously, pulling the top
sheet across her hanging tits. Dorothy tried to quiet the dog, listening at the door.
"Quiet, boy," she said, stroking the back of his head and pressing her ear against the
door. She thought she heard the floorboards squeaking in the next room. She flipped
the lock, then called out.
"Who's there?" No one answered. "Who's there? You'd better answer, or I'll call the
police."
"Oh, Jesus, if anybody's there they heard what was going on in here. Maybe they even
saw!" Beth whined.
"Quiet, Beth!" Dorothy whispered. "I don't think anyone's there." She unlocked the
door. "Don't," Beth pleaded.
"He'll take care of anybody," Dorothy said, pointing to Champion as she let him go.
The dog ran into the darkened living room barking loudly. Dorothy ran behind,
looking around. She saw the dog run into the kitchen and she followed.
"No one here, boy," Dorothy said, sighing with relief until she noticed the back door
open. Dorothy looked through the kitchen window carefully into the dimly-lit service
court. She couldn't see anyone outside and locked the door nervously.
She returned to the bedroom uneasily. She decided not to tell Beth because the young
girl was frightened enough.


Chapter 7

Dorothy stretched out on the couch waiting for Beth to come up with the dog. It had
been one week since she initiated the young girl into dog-fucking. Dorothy smiled as
she realized that the girl enjoyed it as much, or even more than she did. Ever since Nick
went out of town to that convention in San Francisco, Dorothy and Beth were having
nightly sessions with Champion. At first she felt a little guilty and ashamed that she was
screwing the dog so often and dragging Nick's daughter into it. But she wasn't forcing
Beth to do anything.
Dorothy closed her eyes as she moved her hand under her skirt and traced her fingers
lightly against the thick matting of pubic hair. She was in her apartment because Nick
had insisted that she let Jack and his friend Paul do some repair work in her apartment.
She'd been complaining that she needed more closet and cabinet space, and he
volunteered his son to do the work. Dorothy wanted to protest, but was afraid that he'd
wonder what she had against his son.
Dorothy had made it a point not to be there when they were. They had built new
shelves in the bedroom closet, and replaced the full-length mirror they'd accidentally
broken.
She moaned as her fingers disappeared between the soft, sensitive folds of her cuntlips.
Nick, Beth, Jack, Paul and Champion floated out of her mind as she gently strummed
her swelling clit. Her mind drifted back several years; before college, before that night
of animal rape and the brutal beating she got from Tom and his friends. It was her
father's June picnic from work. She'd been excited because her cousin Allan was going
to be there. It would be the first time she could get him alone since they used to play
together.
She remembered fondly the little games the two of them used to play with their bodies
when she was a little girl. When he came over with his folks and stayed the night, he'd
sneak into her bedroom when everyone was asleep and start feeling her up, sticking his
finger in her tight little-girl's cunt, wriggling it all around until she moaned like a bitch
in heat.
At the same time she would stick her hand in the slit of his pajama bottoms and pump
his cock wildly.
At the picnic, Dorothy managed to lead Allan away from the rest of the party and get
him alone in the grove of trees about a quarter of a mile from the picnic grounds. Allan
knew what she wanted and stripped down almost as quickly as she did. He lay down
while she squatted over him, lowering herself slowly. It was the first time she ever had a
cock up her cunt, and she heard that it could be painful. Allan understood and patiently
smiled, rubbing the base of his cock with his right hand while she slowly positioned his
pulsating cockhead between her taut cuntlips.
Finally, after some debating, Dorothy lowered her pussy, spreading her thighs as far
apart as she could as Allan's wide, purple cockhead sank into her virginal cunt. There
was a minute of pain and a small trickle of blood as she sank all the way down to the
root of his prick. She decided that was the best way – suddenly, all at once.
It hurt at first,, but she got used to it soon enough and it became fun. Her cunt
stretched around Allan's erect cock like a surgeon's glove. She tightened her vaginal
muscles and could feel Allan's prick twitch in response. She reached down to touch his
balls and heard him sigh. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
She tugged on his balls again and Allan groaned. Dorothy sighed. She started rising and
falling on his rod, letting it slide in and out as her cuntal membranes stretched to
accommodate the boy's thick prick.
Then he was touching her clit. He stroked her gently at first, then faster and faster. And
after a while he strummed it from side to side. Then she was coming, the first time she
ever came with a man inside her. His fingers were playing with her clitoris, her
cuntlips, her pubic curls. He was running his fingers back toward her asshole, touching
the inner surfaces of her asscheeks and moving back to play with her cuntlips again
before running back to her throbbing, twitching, aching clit.
Her cunt muscles were twitching; she couldn't stop them. They were constricting in
powerful spasms that grew stronger as her passion built up. She was squatting there,
heaving, bucking and whimpering, digging her fingers into Allan's side. It was better,
oh, so much better than playing with herself.
She leaned forward and kissed him as the twitching subsided. She grabbed his face in
both hands and forced her mouth against his, using her tongue to push his lips and
teeth apart so that she could push her way inside.
Then she heard him groan and watched him twist his face in a kind of painful
expression because he was starting to squirt in her now, beginning to fire his load of
jism into her tight teenage twat. And, as she shuddered, she felt his tongue sliding past
her teeth, and then it was stabbing so far back into her mouth that she almost gagged.
Then she wondered what it would be like to suck him off. She'd heard some of the girls
at school talk about it; told how the hot cum tasted in their mouths when it shot out of
a boy's cockhead and slid down their throats. Now she wanted to try it. She wondered
if Allan could get his cock up again if she asked him.
"Can I suck you?" she asked him and watched his face light up. He didn't have to say
anything. Dorothy knew that he wanted her lips wrapped around his cock. Then he
looked at her strangely and said something about "me first." Before she could ask him
what he meant, he'd slipped his cock out of her hole and pushed her down on the
grass. In a second he was between her legs, buried between her cuntlips, slurping up his
own cum and her cuntjuice.
Then she came again in a frenzy of spasms, whimpers and cries. She looked up and saw
that he was moving up toward her mouth, his cock hard again, his knees pressing hard
against her sides.
"Suck it," he said quietly.
She opened her jaws and pushed her mouth over the stiffened prick and started to suck.
It was her first time, but she heard the girls at school talk enough about it to know
what to do. She applied suction while she slid her lips back and forth, running her
tongue in tiny circles around, under and over the throbbing cockshaft. Gradually
Dorothy noticed a distinct salty fluid leaking from the cockhead and knew that Allan
was probably going to shoot off any second.
He was coming. She hadn't been sucking him for more than a few minutes and already
he was going to squirt. She held her breath and stiffened her body, trying to prepare
herself for the gush of jism. Then she felt the first burst, hot and creamy, and then he
was writhing in the hot summer air, gripping her head hard in his fingers and crying
out that he was coming, that he loved it. She wondered if her folks could hear him
screaming as she felt his cum sliding down her throat.
Then his cock was falling from her mouth and she was wiping her lips on his hairy
groin. She nuzzled his balls, giggling as she inhaled the stench of stale sweat and jism.
Oh God, how she loved him then; how she let him fuck her again and again that day ...
Dorothy was aware of the sound of loud knocking. She pulled her fingers out of her
cunt and wiped them on one of the throw pillows before she ran to the front door.
"Hi!" Beth called out cheerfully as she walked in with Champion behind her. "Anyone
here?"
"Why ask?"
"Oh, I've been pounding on the door for a little while and no one came. I thought you
might be cheating a little on us and sneaking someone else up here – like squirrels or
chickens."
Dorothy laughed and shook her head. "No, just sleeping, I guess."
"Come on and let's get going. I'm so damned horny I could scream. And this damned
dog's hot to trot."
Dorothy looked at Champion and her cunt contracted.
"Okay. But this time let's make sure all the doors are locked."
"What do you mean? You keep saying that.", Dorothy wondered if she should tell the
girl about that night she found the kitchen door open. She decided not to.
"Oh, nothing. I just don't want the world traipsing in while we're fucking, that's all."
Beth shrugged and walked off to the bedroom with the dog behind her. Dorothy made
sure she flipped the lock on both doors before she joined the twosome.
"Let's try something different tonight," Beth said as she unzipped her slacks and slid
them to the floor.
"And just what's that?" Dorothy stood in the doorway, watching the young girl slip out
of her clothes.
"You know, I've never been fucked in the ass. I don't know why, but I'm really hot for
that tonight. What do you think?"
Dorothy raised her eyebrows. She'd never been screwed in her shithole before either, by
a man or by a dog.
"I guess you'll need something to let him in your ass."
"Got some Vaseline?" Beth asked, pushing her panties to the floor and hopping on the
bed. Champion jumped on and started licking her slit almost immediately. "Not yet,
boy. Oh Jesus, hurry up, Dorothy. I'm getting hot already. OHHHH SHIT,
CHAMPION!"
Dorothy ran into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. She ran back to the
bedroom and saw Beth with her legs in the air. Champion was already licking her slit
and looked like he was just about to mount her.
"Hey, I thought you said you wanted to get it in the ass. You'll wear him out if 
he cuntfucks you first."
"Okay, you know best," Beth said, pushing the dog away. She rolled over on her
stomach and got into her usual crouching position. Champion sat down on his
haunches and whined in confusion. Dorothy walked slowly over to him and stroked
behind his twitching ears.
"Easy, boy," she cooed softly. "I'm just going lube her up for you. This is going to be a
little different, boy, but you're going to love it."
"Oh fuck, Dorothy. Hurry up!" Beth whimper ed, grinding her asscheeks in the air.
Dorothy watched Beth's creamy white mounds shudder with excitement. The shepherd
panted heavily, his eyes glazed with sexual passion as his red, glistening prick jerked
with each grinding motion. Rivulets o cuntjuice trickled down Beth's thighs as she
begged for satisfaction.
Dorothy stuck her finger into the jar of Vaseline and scooped up a large glob of the
jelly, smearing it gently over the young girl's quivering asshole.
"Ohhhh, that feels so cold," she giggled squeezing her buttocks together and gripping
Dorothy's fingers.
"Oh Jesus," Dorothy whispered, feeling he cuntal muscles contract as she watched Be
shudder and gyrate on the bed. As she stuck he forefinger deep into the girl's shithole,
she leaned forward and clamped her teeth into Beth' perspiring asscheek.
"Aiyeeee!" Beth jerked her ass into the air Dorothy let go, swirling her tongue across
the teeth marks, then trailing it slowly closer to the 'girl' shithole. The odor of cuntjuice
hung in the air like a heavy, cheap perfume as Dorothy's tongue flicked across Beth's
asshole.
"Ugh!" Dorothy grunted, realizing that she' just picked up a gob of Vaseline on her
tongue. She continued to wriggle her finger up and down inside Beth's asshole.
Dorothy slid another finger past the first and drove it deep into the girl's ass.
"UNNNGH!" Beth moaned, jerking forward Dorothy pushed a third finger into her gut
"P-please, oh shit, do you have to – OH GOD!"
Dorothy reached under the girl's groin an began stroking her swollen cuntlips while she
kept stabbing her fingers deeper and deeper into her ass. Her fingers found Beth's
swollen clit. She could hear the young girl inhale sharply then increase her moans into
one sharp, piercing shriek as she pinched the tiny knob tightly between her thumb and
forefinger.
"OH JESUS, FUCK ME! ANYBODY, FUCK ME. AIEEEYEE! RAM MY ASS, OH
FUCK, DO SOMETHING!"
Dorothy pulled her fingers out of Beth's stretched shithole. Her aching cunt demanded
something stuffed in it too.
"Come on, girl. You're going to lick me off while I take care of that twitching cunt of
yours," Dorothy said as she slid under the girl's widely-spread legs.
"But Champion–"
"I think he'll know what to do. Don't worry about that," Dorothy said as she clamped
her hands around Beth's sweaty buttocks and pulled them down into her face. At the
same time she felt the girl's tongue begin to jab at the slit between her cuntlips.
Champion whimpered for a few seconds, trying to figure out where he could jab his
pointed cock. Dorothy rolled her eyes back and saw the confused look on his face. She
couldn't speak because her tongue was buried deep in Beth's snatch. She ran her fingers
along the edges of the girl's asshole, and spread Beth's asscheeks. Champion barked
happily and leaped up, mounting Beth's upturned ass and slamming his unsheathed red
prick against the girl's asscheeks.
Dorothy ran her tongue against Beth's quivering clit and reached up, wrapping her
fingers around the dog's knobby boner and guiding it into the young girl's shithole.
Dorothy heard Beth sigh happily as she let go of Champion's prick and went back to
her twat-licking.
"OHHH, FUCKIN' JESUS!" Beth cried from between Dorothy's thrashing legs. Their
bodies slid over one another, lubricated by rivers of sweat and cuntjuice. The squishing
and poppirj sounds of hot, wet grinding skin excited Dorothy more and more as she
felt Beth's large tits mash against her belly. At the same time she could fee Champion's
furry underbelly brush rhythmically against her forehead as the dog pumped his dick
faster and faster into Beth's stretched ass.
"Ohhh, faster, FASTER!" Beth screamed, shaking violently as she pursed her lips
around Dorothy's quivering clit and began sucking like vacuum cleaner. Dorothy knew
that the girl was coming. The snatch-tonguing and ass-fucking from the dog were too
much for her. Dorothy wanted come with Beth and Champion. She could feel the sweat
and twat-juice and spittle trickling down her upturned thighs, dropping on the sheet.
She fucked Beth's sucking mouth, wriggling up so that he cunt was skewered on the
girl's probing tongue.
Dorothy moved her tongue back down the matted hairs of Beth's pussy, jabbing her
tong like a sword in and out of the gaping slash. Somewhere in the background she
heard the dog growl loudly, and knew that he was firing his cu into the girl. Her face
was pressed hard against Beth's twat, and she could feel the spit and cuntjuice trickling
down her cheeks. Dorothy knew that her young friend was coming.
"OHHH, SHIT, FUCK! DOROTHY! CHAMPION! FUCK! I'M COMING! OHHHH,
SHOOT THAT DOGGIE LOAD UP MY ASS!"
Dorothy felt a spasm in her crotch, and then another, and suddenly her cunt broke
loose with i long, twitching series of contractions so powerful that she threw her hips
off the bed and ground he teeth against Beth's trembling cuntlips. Beth's cunt jerked
again and again, releasing torrents of cuntjuice as Dorothy could feel a tiny river of jism
falling onto her face from the girl's violated ass.
"Oh my God," Beth finally was able to say, pulling her head up from Dorothy's spit
saturated pussy and looking back at the panting dog. She moved forward, pulling free
from Champion's flaccid prick with a loud pop.
"You did pretty good for your first ass-fuck," Dorothy commented as she looked up at
the shepherd's furry cock.
"Hey, easy boy," Beth said, stroking the dog. Champion began to act uneasy now,
growling and prancing around the bed. "You think he wants some more?"
Dorothy smiled. She certainly hoped so. Then she noticed that the dog's actions weren't
concerned with fucking.
"Something's wrong," Dorothy said, getting up from the bed and walking toward the
door. "He's growling because somebody's in here, or something."
"But I thought you locked the door!" Beth said, frightened.
"She did," a voice called out from the closet.
Dorothy spun around as she saw the door open from the corner of her eye. There was
Jack with his friend Paul. He stood in the darkened tiny room, leering at her with a
sadistic grin. Dorothy noticed that he had a large movie camera mounted on a small
wooden platform, pointed right at the bed. At first she couldn't understand what was
going on. Then, as she walked toward the two boys, Dorothy turned her head and
found herself looking through the back of the mirror at Beth on the bed.
"My God! A two-way mirror!"
"Very good, Dorothy," Jack said sarcastically.
"But, wh-what..."
"Come on. You can't be that stupid. It didn't take me too long to figure out what you
two we doing. You almost caught me that one night, y and that stupid mutt."
"That was you!" She remembered finding t back door unlocked just after the three-way.
S Jack knew everything. But the camera?
"Right. Shit, you're acting so holy around my father, you and that cheap whore, while
you just can't wait to get back here and lick each other clean. Whoops, correction! That
is, when you're not busy having that dog fuck the shit out of you!"
Beth had been holding Champion still on the bed while Jack and Dorothy were talking.
But at the last sentence, Jack stepped forward and raised his hand, bringing his fist hard
across Dorothy's face. She groaned and crashed to the floor as Champion broke loose
and ran for Jack.
The boy quickly reached under his jacket and pulled out a gun.
"Oh God, DON'T!" Beth screamed as she watched her brother take quick aim at the
leaping dog. She pressed the palms of her hands hard against her mouth in horror as a
shot rang out in the room and the German shepherd fell to the floor.


Chapter 8

Dorothy groaned as she propped herself up on her elbows and tried to focus her eyes.
She'd been unconscious for God only knows how long, and her head felt like one
gigantic sore. Gradually her vision came back, and she saw that the room was empty.
'My God," she whispered out loud, remembering what had happened. The door, the
camera, Jack's fist, then everything going blank. She thought she remembered hearing
something loud – a shot!
Dorothy sprang .to her feet and ran through the apartment, looking for some trace of
Beth or Champion. Then she remembered the closet and ran back to her bedroom. The
camera was gone, but she noticed a small slip of paper taped to the mirror:
You can find us with your bitch and dog in the basement of the clinic.
Dorothy stared at the note for several minutes. Should she call the police? Dorothy put
that idea out of her mind. She imagined what would happen if she did that. Dorothy
slipped on her raincoat and ran out the front door.
The door to the clinic was open and Dorothy stepped in cautiously. The room was dark
and empty, and the only sounds were the animals responding to her sudden intrusion.
"Beth?" Dorothy whispered, but got no response. She picked her way carefully through
the reception room to the door that lead to the basement. As she reached for the knob,
she heard Jack call out from below: "Come on down, Dorothy. We've got a little
surprise for you."
Her blood froze as she imagined what kind of surprise he had in mind.
"Hurry up, or Beth's gonna pay for it."
She threw open the door and ran down the stairs, stopping in front of Paul who stood
at the bottom facing her. Jack's friend never said much, but he was always leering and
rubbing his crotch whenever she came near him.
"So what do you–" Dorothy looked around the basement. The two of them had been
busy. They had converted part of the basement into what looked like the dungeon of a
Vincent Price horror flick. The only light came from a strong naked bulb that hung in
the center of the room, casting sharp, exaggerated shadows along the floor and walls.
Dorothy looked to the right and saw Beth leaning against the wall, her face drawn and
her body covered with black and blue marks. The girl stared back at Dorothy blankly,
then dropped her eyes.
Next to her, Dorothy saw some sort of pulley contraption against the far wall. The
pulley was suspended from the ceiling, and over its double runners were heavy chains.
One end of the chains ran to a make-shift cranking mechanism that was bolted to the
wall several feet to one side of the pulley. The other ends hung down against the wall
and were secured to two metal cuffs.
"So this is what you two were building,"
Dorothy said as her eyes traveled from the pulley contraption to Beth, then back to the
device.
"Not bad – for a dumb bitch," Paul said dryly, rubbing the growing bulge between his
legs. There was something repulsive in the way he curled his thick lips.
"Whatdaya say about takin' that thing off," Paul said gruffly, walking up to her and
grabbing the front of her raincoat. He tore it open.
"Let me go!" Dorothy cried, her fists lashing out at his face. The boy laughed, slapping
her twice across the face while he held her tightly around the waist with his free hand.
Dorothy gave up and dropped her arms limply to her sides. She decided that there was
little she could do.
"Not yet," Dorothy heard Jack call out from the other end of the room. "Let's take care
of my sister first. Then we'll worry about her."
Dorothy turned her head and saw Jack standing under the naked bulb. All he was
wearing was a pair of black leather boots. His thick, powerful cock stood out at a
ninety-degree angle from his hairy groin as he squeezed his cockhead slowly between
his thumb and forefinger.
"If you're smart, you won't interfere," Paul said as he let her go and walked over to
Beth.
As he came closer to her, Beth suddenly sprang to life and started screaming.
"NO, NO, DON'T HIT ME! OH GOD, PLEASE, SOMEBODY, HELP ME!"
Paul grabbed her by the arm and pulled her across the floor. Jack grabbed the other
arm and helped his friend fasten the heavy metal cuffs to her wrists.
"Oh God, what are you going to do?" Dorothy asked in a trembling voice. She saw
Beth's eyes open wide in terror as Jack went over and began turning the crank. The
slack end of the chains became taut, forcing Beth to extend her arms well over her
head.
"Let her go!" Dorothy cried out, feeling her body tremble as the metal chains clanked
against the wall.
"OH GOD! YOU'RE PULLING MY SHOULDERS OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS!"
Beth tossed her head from side to side in agony. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes to
try to relieve the pain, but Jack continued to pull the creaking device until her toes left
the ground. He finally secured the crank when her toes were several inches off the
ground.
"How does that feel, Sis?" Jack asked as he walked up to Beth. Her snatch was even
with his head and he pushed his face into her pussy, opening his mouth and sinking his
teeth deep into her sensitive cuntlips.
"AIYEEE!!" Beth's asscheeks were slammed against the cold brick wall behind her and
she kicked her legs helplessly. Jack continued to gnaw furiously at his sister's cuntlips
until a trickle of blood dripped down her thighs. Finally she was able to place her right
foot against her brother's chest and push him away, nearly sending him crashing to the
floor.
"You little shit! I'll teach you to cross me," he said threateningly. He reached over and
picked up his leather belt. He ran up to Beth and slapped the full length across her bare
thighs. The belt left several red welts across her skin.
WOOOSH! This time the leather belt cracked across her belly, and Beth let out an earpiercing scream.
"For Christ's sake, stop it, STOP IT!" Dorothy cried out, cupping her hands around her
stomach as she felt it churn in revulsion. She wanted to vomit as she saw the young girl
writhe under Jack's whipping.
"Shut up unless you want to take Beth's place!"
Paul said as he pulled off his belt and joined Jack in beating the helpless Beth.
Dorothy watched the young girl whipped senseless by the two boys. The belts curled
across her legs, the tips catching the insides of her tender, bloody thighs, forcing her to
lunge towards the wall, only to bounce back toward her torturers.
With one final scream, the girl fainted and hung limply from her chains.
"Goddamn it! I always knew she was a little shit!" Jack said as he kicked the crack
handle and Beth fell like an old rag to the floor. Dorothy ran to her side and tried to
revive her.
"You could've killed her!"
"She should be so lucky. You'll both wish you were dead if I let out those movies."
"Movies?"
"What do you think we had that camera there for? It took a little time and a hell of a
lot of trouble, but it was worth it. I've got you two and that dog on so much film that
I'll – we'll," Jack hesitated as he looked at Paul and corrected himself, "make a bundle.
And it's all profit. No money for models or trainers. You two are naturals."
Dorothy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jack and Paul had filmed them and
were going to sell prints to anyone who'd buy them!
"So what's this all about?" Dorothy asked as she tried to revive Beth.
"Practice. Animal fuck films bring in the most profit, but a lot of guys are into the S&M
trip. While we were building that camera platform in your closet, we thought we'd
throw this thing together. It wasn't too much trouble, and it paid off."
"It works!" Jack said. Dorothy realized that the boy was actually proud of his success.
"We'll have you two working on this when you're not fucking the dogs."
"Your father–"
"My father won't know anything about this. You'll see to that, won't you?"
Dorothy thought of how Nick would take the news that she and his daughter have been
fucking dogs.
"But you can't keep doing it in the basement."
"No trouble there. Dad's been after me to get a little studio somewhere around here to
set up shop. There's one just a few blocks away, far enough so he won't know what's
going on, and close enough for you two to come over when we want you."
Dorothy knew she and Beth were trapped. They couldn't do anything but go along with
the two boys. Maybe they'd get tired of their game. Right now, that was the only hope
she could think of.
Jack saw that Dorothy wasn't going to argue. "Glad to see that you agree. Now just take
care of the two of us and you can go back to your pad until we need you."
Then Dorothy remembered the dog. "What've you done to Champion?"
Jack looked at Paul, then broke out into a loud laugh. "We shot him!"
"You sonofabitch; you mother–" Dorothy began, running over to the boy with her fists
clenched. Jack grabbed her hard by the wrists and squeezed tightly until she cried out
in pain and sank to her knees.
"Easy, girl. We didn't kill him. Just used a tranquilizer gun to put him out of action for
a while. He's in his cage upstairs asleep. You don't think we'd put a star out of
commission – at least, not right now. You'll just have to convince him to behave a little
better in front of his directors."
Dorothy sighed in relief. At least they hadn't harmed the dog.
"Now start sucking at this thing, bitch," Jack d, pointing toward his jerking cock.
Closing her eyes, Dorothy reluctantly thrust her head into the boy's crotch, smelling
stale sweat. She took Jack's cock in his mouth and shoved it forcefully into her mouth.
Her tongue ran in circles over the cockhead, dipping into the tight slit then back along
the sensitive underside to its base. She wanted to make him come as fast as she could so
she could take Beth back to her apartment. Dorothy was amazed that Jack's cock
continued to grow, lengthening, filling up her mouth, throbbing with excitement and
heat.
She slid one hand under his balls to his asscheeks and started probing his shithole. As
one hand fingered the boy's tight hole, the other played gently with his heavy, swinging
balls, brushing the thick hair that surrounded the base of his cock. Her fingers ran up
the thick, pulsing vein that ran up the full length of his prick.
Jack began moaning as Dorothy's warm, wet mouth devoured his cock. She felt him
place his hands on her head, feeling the tip of his prick ram against the back of her
sucking throat.
He began thrusting his hips back and forth. He clenched his asscheeks tightly as
Dorothy's probing finger began to insert itself into his tight hole. She knew she was
rocketing him toward a violent climax as she heard him suck in his breath. Her finger
forced apart his sphincter and thrust itself into his ass.
Suddenly Jack pulled away, holding his cock tightly with both hands.
"Jesus, you almost made me come. I'll be fucked if I want to shoot yet. Hey. Paul, why
don't you try her?"
Dorothy looked back and saw the other boy walking over to her. He'd removed his
clothes and was fingering his cock now. It wasn't as long as Jack's but almost twice as
wide. She felt fearful as
Paul bent down and pushed her down on her back.
"Relax, baby, you're gonna love this," Paul whispered as he moved his hands up and
down her belly. They caressed and pinched her firm flesh. His fingers ran up to her
mammoth tits until they came to her nipples. They turned and twisted them into a full
erection. They pinched until Dorothy thought she would scream.
"Here's something that'll cool you down," Paul said as he leaned over and started
tonguing her tits. The soreness went away and was replaced by a growing warmth that
spread from her belly down to her cunt. She hated to admit it, but Paul's expert tongue
bath was turning her on.
"You really love it, don't you? Hey, Jack, you're right. This one's a regular nympho."
Dorothy heard Jack laugh sadistically.
"Just relax, baby," Paul grunted throatily. "Just take it easy." He clamped his lips
roughly against hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth.
Dorothy's revulsion and fear changed quickly when he began gliding his hands lightly
over her body. He rubbed his fingertips over her tits – not like the first time, but
gently, fondling her nipples, then caressing her back and asscheeks. She shivered as he
ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and then down the back of her thighs.
Dorothy would never have believed Paul was capable of this kind of sexual tenderness.
A familiar, pleasant tingling sensation began growing in her cunt.
"Oh baby, baby, I'm gonna fuck you silly!"
Paul's apparent tenderness faded as he roughly separated her thighs and started
grabbing wildly at her sensitive cuntlips. His fingers moved over her groin, pushed their
way through her bushy pubic hair, then over and around her gash that was oozing
cuntjuice. At first Dorothy was frightened by his roughness; but now she was
responding to it.
"Ohhh, God," she whimpered. "OH SHIT!" She moved her thighs wide apart to give
him more room.
"That's it, baby," he whispered. "That's the girl!" He spread the lips of her cunt with
the ringers of his right hand, and she jumped when he first touched her swollen clit.
"OHHH! UNGH!"
"Shit, Jack, she's like a bitch in heat. Fuck, that's a juicy cunt! You like that, don't you?"
Before Dorothy realized what was happening, Paul was bending low over her breasts.
He took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it hard as his fingers dipped in
and out of her contracting cunt.
"Ohhhh, UMMMM! Please, nooooo!" She was hunching off the basement floor. She
lifted her head and watched his mouth as he chewed gently on her nipple.
"NOOOO!" she cried as he began spreading the cuntjuice from her twat up and down
her snatch lips, wetting them thoroughly with the fluid. His tongue was swishing
around her nipple, and he was sucking hard as he continued to finger her cunt.
"PUT IT IN! PUT YOUR GODDAMNED COCK IN ME!"
Dorothy arched her hips higher and higher off the floor, twisting them in the air,
grinding her aching cunt against the boy's stabbing fingers as she felt herself losing
control. She reached up and grabbed his hair with one hand and his back with another.
She squirmed and twisted her ass faster and faster, hunching against his finger.
"OH SHIT! SHIT! FUCK ME, YOU FUCKER, FUCK ME!"
His stabbing finger was making sucking sounds in her cunt as he speared her again and
again. She clenched her cunt muscles against his fingers once more, releasing them only
to clamp them shut again.
Dorothy finally reached for his hard cock. Curling her fingers around his thick, hairy
prick, she started milking it slowly, feeling drops of pre-cum oozing freely from his
cockhead on to her palm.
"UNNNNFFF!" Paul groaned. He began hunching at her fist while he picked up speed
with his piercing finger.
"Hey, not so fast. You're not gonna leave me standing here while you two fuck away
like that," Jack said, pulling Paul away from Dorothy.
"Jesus, what the fuck you want me to do?" Paul panted, feeling himself about to shoot
as Dorothy still continued to rub his jerking cock.
"You can fuck her, if you want, but I'm not gonna be left high and dry." With that he
strode over to Dorothy and kneeled down by her head. She looked up and saw his
purple cockhead pulsating inches above her parted lips.
"I don't care what the fuck you two do, but you're gonna wrap that mouth of yours
around my cock!"
Dorothy was too hot to argue. She wanted to stop the itching ache in her clit that was
driving her out of her mind. She moaned, then opened her mouth. Jack smiled and
crouched down, jamming his prick deep into the woman's waiting mouth.
Below her belly Dorothy felt Paul's cock sliding into her cunt. She felt it stretch her
opening, then pierce up into her belly.
"Ummmph!" she cried out in protest. It felt as if a torpedo were up her fuck-hole. She
could feel his pubic hair with her upturned cuntlips as he pushed his mammoth cock
slowly into her snatch.
"UNNNGH!" he grunted, and Dorothy realized that Paul had shoved his prick all the
way in. She could feel his hot, heavy balls resting against her ass and his pelvis touching
hers.
Meanwhile Jack had pulled his cock out of her mouth and let it bounce frenziedly
against her nose and lips. Dorothy kissed the piss-slit whenever his cockhead rested
near her mouth. Her tongue darted out and claimed the drops of pre-cum that oozed
out of the crimson cockhead. It tasted warm and salty. Slowly, Dorothy lifted her head,
and her lips encircled the throbbing cock, opening wider and wider until her tongue
was tracing circles around the smooth shaft.
"Fuck! MAKE ME COME!" Jack screamed. She tilted her head back as far as she could
go and felt his cock creep down her throat until it was completely engorged in her hot
mouth. Jack began pumping, ramming his cock in and out of her mouth slowly. Her
tongue licked the swollen ridge, tracing the throbbing veins of the boy's tender, jerking
prick.
"Suck my balls," Jack whispered, crouching down. Dorothy freed one hand and shoved
the boy's balls into her wet, hot mouth, rolling them with her tongue, licking the wiry
hairs, then traveling slowly up the shaft again.
As she sucked harder and harder at Jack's cock, Dorothy felt Paul pulling his cock out,
then easing it back in again until the hard tip began to swell and throb uncontrollably.
"UNNNGHARH!" Dorothy screamed, arching her thighs high into the air as she ran
her tongue frenziedly up and down Jack's ramming cock. Paul was sliding his long,
cuntjuice-coated cock in and out with smooth, piston-like motions. Her spasming
snatch gripped his prick like a giant mouth, and her drenching membranes tickled his
dick. He could feel her swollen tits between his fingers. Their hard, brown nipples
excited him more.
"NOW, NOW!" she heard Paul scream. At the same time Dorothy could feel Jack's
cock stiffening and his breath was coming in short gasps.
His massive shaft began to jerk wildly in her mouth, and he was digging his fingernails
into her scalp and slamming his cock hard against the back of her throat.
"UNNNGH!" he groaned as he jammed his prick deep into her mouth. Cum, spurt
after spurt of it, foamed on Dorothy's massaging tongue. He seemed to slow down, but
surprised her by coming back with greater force, grinding his groin against her lips
while he fired another load of thick, white-hot jism down her throat.
Seconds later Paul exploded into her twat. Dorothy tried to cry out, but Jack's cock was
still shooting wads of cum into her mouth. Paul slipped his hand under her ass and
slammed a finger into her asshole so deep that she tossed her hips off the cement floor
and swallowed his cock even deeper into her cunt. Everything became a blur then. All
she knew was that she was squishing and gasping and bucking to the accompaniment
of moans and juices.
"BABY! UGH! UGH!" Dorothy had just reached the peak of her come when she felt
his boiling cum spurt into her. It squirted in jets against her contracting cuntal walls,
leaking back out down her swollen cuntlips and onto the floor. Her fingers clawed at
his back and she squeezed her legs together around his waist as she bucked and
thrashed against him.
"Whew!" Paul finally said, pulling his cock free from Dorothy's protesting twatlips.
"She's some prime fuck. You were right, buddy."
Jack smiled, still grinding his groin against her face as he felt the final spasms.
"You think she'll be great in the movies?" Jack asked sarcastically.
"Great? Fantastic! We'll clean up!"
Dorothy felt Jack pull his cock out of her mouth. Now that her clit was at rest she
wished she had clamped her teeth down on his cock and bit it off.
"Can we go now?" she asked dryly. All she wanted to do was get Beth and herself out
of there, up to her apartment where she could think.
"Sure. No problems. Just remember, we've got prints of what you two were doing, so
don't think of any funny business – like the police or my father. I'll just bet they'd let
you go if they saw what you two've been doing."
"Just get her out of those things," Dorothy said, standing up and reaching down for her
raincoat. As she bent down, she felt Paul's hands cup around her asscheeks. He slid his
thumbs down the crack between her buttocks until they came in contact with the tips of
her pubic hairs. He was using the mixture of cuntjuice and leaking cum as a lubricant
as he tried to jam his thumbs into her asshole.
"Stop it!" Dorothy cried out, jumping forward and wrapping her raincoat protectively
around her body.
"Let her be for now," Jack said as he unlocked the metal cuffs from Beth's wrists. The
young girl was barely conscious now and moaned softly. "Take her up to your place by
yourself, Dorothy. Paul and I've got to go over some plans now."
"But she hasn't got on any clothes. I–"
"Shut up and get out. It's dark outside, and your place's just a block away. Don't worry
about it, just get the hell out of here, fast!"
Dorothy didn't want to argue and pulled Beth sharply up, groaning under the weight of
the girl as she dragged her up the stairs.


Chapter 9

Beth didn't fully recover consciousness until she reached the living room of Dorothy's
apartment.
"Oh Jesus, what's going to happen to us?" Beth nearly screamed, sinking to the couch.
The horror of their situation numbed the dull pain that gripped her cuntlips. Dorothy
ran to the bathroom and soaked a towel in cold water. She ran back and dabbed the
clotted blood off the young girl's thighs as she tried to assure Beth that everything
would be fine.
"How? My brother's got films. Oh Jesus, how did I ever get in this mess?" She moaned,
shuddering as Dorothy wiped her swollen cuntlips with the edge of the towel.
"We'll just have to play along with him until we can figure out a way out of this. We
can't tell your father or the police. You know what would happen if they ever found
out?"
Beth groaned and turned her head away. Dorothy felt sorry for the young girl, but
couldn't think of anything else to tell her.
The next day Nick came back smiling and joking. Dorothy forced herself to act
naturally and pretended even to be happy while she was trying to think of a way to tell
him about what happened. Beth stayed in her apartment that day pretending to be sick
with the flu. Her pussy was still sore from her brother's attack, while the welts from her
whipping hadn't completely disappeared yet. As usual, Nick became so buried in his
work that he didn't notice anything different in Dorothy's attitude or in his daughter's
sudden illness.
Three days passed and Dorothy hadn't seen or heard from either Jack or Paul. Nick
told her that they were setting up their studio a few blocks away. She shuddered, but
hid her reaction from Nick.
The evening of the fourth day after Nick's return Jack walked into the clinic. Nick was
working in the back room when his son stepped quietly to Dorothy's desk and leaned
over.
"Tonight – the studio. And bring my sister with you. I don't care how she feels,
understand?"
Dorothy didn't look up, only nodded in assent. There was nothing she could do. She
was at Jack's mercy.
At first Beth refused to come. She pictured herself being strung up again. Maybe this
time her brother would bite her cuntlips all the way off, leaving her to bleed to death.
Dorothy spent almost an hour with the girl before she could convince her that Jack
would probably take her away if she didn't go voluntarily. God only knows what he'd
do to her then.
When they got to the studio, Dorothy and Beth found Jack and Paul setting up the
lights.
"Strip down, both of you," Jack said before he went back to work adjusting the lights.
"Dorothy, look over there," Beth whispered to her as she slipped off her bra and slid
down her panties. Dorothy moved her eyes to the corner of the room and saw a boxer
sitting on his haunches, his tongue hanging out of the right corner of his mouth. Her
blood froze. It was just like that night at the frat house so many years ago. Something
inside her made her want to run away and take whatever consequences came. But then
there was Beth. She'd be alone and at the mercy of these two.
"Hey, Dorothy," Jack called out, stepping back, obviously satisfied with the lighting.
"You think you could suck him off like you did me last night?"
"NO! OH GOD, NO! I won't do that! I mean it, Jack. You can make me do a lot of
things, but I just won't do that!" She almost became hysterical, and surprised the boy as
much as she did Beth.
"All right, all right, although I don't see where you can argue with me. I feel kind of
horny tonight. You let him fuck you while you suck me off at the same time. That
should make a good picture – for starters, anyway."
Dorothy swallowed hard. She didn't know if she could have a boxer's cock up her pussy
without going crazy. Dorothy wrung her hands, but nodded.
"Good. Come on over, boy," Jack called out to the animal.
The animal came over to Dorothy immediately and began lapping at her cunt. Dorothy
clenched her fists and closed her eyes, trying to relax. Just pretend it's Champion; just
pretend it's Champion, she kept repeating over and over to herself as she felt the
tongue screw its way deeper and deeper into her snatch.
"He really likes your pussy," Jack said. He was chuckling as he stripped down and
climbed on the make-shift bed he and Paul had set up for this shooting. Paul was
focusing the camera now, motioning Dorothy to hurry up and climb in with Jack. He
lay down with his hairy cock pointing at the ceiling. "Come on, damn it. I haven't got
all night. Besides, we've got some more planned."
Dorothy turned and climbed up, crawling over to kneel between his spread legs. She
moved her knees apart, then looked back between her hanging tits.
"Come on, boy," Jack called out, whistling to the boxer. The dog jumped on the bed,
then up on Dorothy's back immediately. She shuddered, then closed her eyes and
clenched her teeth. His red cock was already out of its sheath, and as soon as he had his
paws on her shoulders, he was humping at her snatch.
"Just a minute, damn it," Paul called out. He leaned forward and grabbed one of
Dorothy's hands, forcing it between her legs and closing her fingers around the
animal's pointed cock. He guided her hand up toward her cunt. "Okay, boy," Paul
encouraged. The animal growled, then lunged forward, jamming his pecker deep into
her hole.
"ARRRRGH!" Dorothy screamed, wriggling her ass in disgust and fear. She kept telling
herself that it was Champion, but this dog's cock was longer and thicker than his. It
was almost like a man's. And worse yet, it brought back all those ugly memories of the
frat house that she'd been trying to forget.
"Easy, boy, not so hard. Don't want to make her come too soon!"
Dorothy heard the camera click away, and knew that Paul was photographing her
disgust at the animal's fucking.
"This'll really sell, yes sir," she heard him mumbling as he scampered around the bed,
shooting her and the dog from every angle. Finally he indicated to Jack to try another
position.
"Come on, girl," he said, putting his hands on Dorothy's head and guiding her mouth
to his hot, throbbing cock. "Suck it good, baby! Get your lips on there and suck it
good!"
"Oh God," she moaned. Dorothy was beginning to get used to the boxer's big cock
sliding in and out of her snatch. In several minutes, she began to respond to the big
dog's fucking, moving her thighs up and down in sympathy with the boxer's hunching.
Dorothy looked down at Jack's pulsating cockhead and knew that her cunt was having
its way again. She moaned and quivered with anticipation as she parted her lips and
slipped them over the end of his lava-hot cock. The smooth cockhead glided over her
tongue as she began running her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his
prickshaft. At the same time she squirmed on the boxer's spearing prick in her cunt.
"Oh yeah! That's it, baby!" Jack crooned. "Suck it! Suck it good! Oh shit, what a
mouth! ARRRGH! Blow me, baby. Take it, Paul. Take a shot of this." Paul nodded
quickly, rubbing his crotch with one hand and adjusting the camera with the other.
The dog was whining and whimpering as he plunged his long red shaft in and out of
Dorothy's cunt. His stubby tail jerked back and forth as he hunched and panted. The
heavy cum-filled sac swung in an arc as he jammed his dick repeatedly into the
woman's warm, wet snatch.
Dorothy was going wild with passion. Having the boxer fuck her while she sucked
Jack's cock was too much for her. Her senses were heightened, and she lost all thought
of anything else except the two cocks jabbing inside her.
"JESUS, BABY! AW, FUCK! ARGH!" He was squirming and twisting on his back as
Dorothy sucked on his shaft. He lifted his head and watched her as her tongue licked
around his cock.
Dorothy was in a frenzy. She had lost all control and was concentrating only on the two
cocks penetrating her. She backed quickly onto the boxer's hot cock, wriggling and
squirming and making it ream her pussy. Then she reached for Jack's balls and began
massaging them as she slurped greedily on his delicious cock.
"HARDER, HARDER!" Jack cried out, thrashing his head from side to side. Breathing
deeply, Dorothy thrust her mouth down hard on Jack's jerking cock, sucking the entire
shaft deep into her throat, clamping her lips around the meat and then sliding upward
along the full length of the spasming shaft.
He was lifting himself off the bed, punching at her lips with his cock. His hands were
buried in her thick hair as he forced his prick deeper into her mouth.
"SUCK! SUCK! OH GOD! FUCK! UNNNGH!"
Dorothy was frantically trying to keep both cocks inside her. All three of them were
squirming and twisting and thrashing on the bed as the wet squishing sounds of
fucking and sucking filled the room, interrupted only by the constant clicking of Paul's
camera.
"Oh shit, please! Please come!!" Dorothy cried out occasionally as she released his cock
from her lips, only to clamp them harder around his purple, pulsating cockhead.
The boxer whined as he hammered at her twat. His red, knobby cock was slicked with
her cuntjuice as he fucked and pumped at her reddening ass with jerking motions.
Suddenly he stopped and shivered as wad after wad of thick doggy cum gushed from
his swollen cock and splattered into her aching cunt.
Dorothy felt the dog's cum spewing against the sensitive membranes of her snatch. She
was quickly approaching orgasm and was only waiting for Jack's cock to start spurting.
"I'M COMING! OH SHIT, OH HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT. I'M COMING!! UUUGH!
UNNNFFF!"
And then she was coming, reaching her peak almost before she knew what was
happening to her. She felt the heat of the orgasm spreading across her belly and up to
her tits. She grimaced almost painfully as the first powerful contraction broke between
her thighs. She started to cry out, but the cry ended in a loud groan.
Her come shook her body as the last drops of Jism spurted out from Jack's piss-slit onto
her tongue. She whined and moaned, then felt the boxer backing away and dropping
down on all fours. The second the dog's cock popped out of her cunt, she felt his cum
hit the sheets and splatter against her legs.
"Fantastic!" Paul said from the side of the bed. "That was really a blowjob. Haven't seen
many better than that one. And the way you took that dog on. Jesus, I'll have to make a
thousand copies of that series alone!"
Dorothy didn't say a word. She shook her head sadly as she backed to the edge of the
bed, trying to avoid the puddles of dog-cum she was leaving on the sheets.
"You got a bathroom here?" Dorothy asked, her voice almost breaking with emotion.
She suddenly felt cheap and ashamed.
Beth was standing against the far wall, looking at the floor while Paul continued to
grope the bulge between his legs. Jack just lay on the bed, rubbing his hands gently
across his flaccid cock.
"Sure, right in there," Paul said. Dorothy ran to the bathroom and sat down on the
toilet, letting the cooling Jism drain from her violated cunt.
"Hey, hurry up in there. I'm not through."
Not through! What else did he have in mind? She didn't see the pulley contraption on
the walls. At least they'd be spared being hamstrung that evening. The dog was played
out for a while. Dorothy sighed as she got up and flushed the toilet. She opened the
door and walked back into the room.
"What now?" Dorothy was sorry she even asked.
She saw Beth lying face down on the bed with her legs spread apart as far as they could
go. Paul and Jack changed places with Jack focusing the camera a few feet from the
girl's asscheeks and Paul crouching naked between her legs, his thick cock jerking
wildly in the air.
"Almost ready," Jack mumbled, making some last-minute adjustments. "If these come
out all right, we'll get the same thing with the movie camera."
"Just hurry up. I'm so fuckin' hot that I could shoot my wad over her ass right now."
An ass-fuck! Dorothy thought as she walked to the other end of the room.
"Hey, that dog ready?" Paul asked. Dorothy wondered what they were going to do with
the boxer. He'd just shot his load into her snatch. He wouldn't be ready for another
fuck for a while.
"Get him up on the bed. He's gonna get the first blowjob he's ever had."
Dorothy felt her stomach churn inside her. She watched in horror as the dog jumped
up on the bed, moving toward Beth's face.
"P-p-please, Jack. Don't make me do it. Oh God, no, noooo!" Dorothy watched Beth's
body shake as she was convulsed by a series of dry heaves.
"Shut up, you bitch! And start eating that dog, unless you want another beating!"
Beth sobbed and shook her head slowly back and forth. Dorothy watched as she saw
Beth close her eyes and open her mouth. The boxer moved forward and jabbed his
furry-sheathed prick against the young girl's mouth.
Dorothy's stomach surged wildly.
Jack reached down and rubbed his fingers gently back and forth on the boxer's cock. To
Dorothy's surprise she watched it grow stiff, sliding out of its furry sheath until it was
about the size it had been inside her cunt. Jack coaxed the dog forward, and he jabbed
his knotted prick into Beth's mouth. Meanwhile, Paul grabbed his cockshaft, bent it
down, aiming it at the girl's quivering asshole. In one movement he lunged forward,
embedding his cock between the taut membranes of the girl's stretched shithole.
"AIYEEEE!" Beth screamed, feeling her belly being twisted and torn apart by Paul's
sudden and violent entry. She spat the dog's cock from her mouth and gagged until she
thought she was going to vomit on the sheets.
"Shit! She let go of that 'prick just as I was shooting," Jack complained. He reached
over and twisted his fingers around his sister's hair, pulling it until she screamed in
pain. "Now listen, bitch! you do what I tell you and you'll get out of here in a few
minutes. Pull something like that again and someone'll have to carry you out in a
couple of hours."
"A-All right," she sobbed, closing her eyes again. The boxer whined in confusion as his
cock jerked unsatisfied in the air. Jack petted him behind the ears, then pushed him
forward again until his cock was touching Beth's lips.
"Open your fuckin' mouth!" Jack commanded. Something snapped inside of Beth. She
thrust her mouth down on the dog's knobby cock, sucking the entire prickshaft deep
into her throat, wetting it with her saliva. She clamped her lips around the meat and
slid upward along the length of the jerking dick.
"That's it, baby, that's it," Jack said admiringly as he positioned the camera two feet
from Beth's bobbing head and snapped three shots before moving behind her. "Okay,
Paul, start fucking her good."
Paul had let his thick cock rest between the girl's stretched shithole while Jack was
having her suck the boxer. Beth's ass had grown accustomed to that large pole stuffed
in her gut. But now Paul started driving his bulging cock in and out of her tight hole
until the girl thought it would rip and tear at the onslaught.
"Faster, I'm goin' faster!" Paul moaned, heaving his hips with increasing speed.
"That's it, Paul," Jack urged. "Now, pull it all the way out to the end and push it in
again."
"UMMMM!" Beth groaned. The pain in her ass overcame the sense of enjoyment she'd
almost felt as she was sucking off the boxer.
"Jesus, she's so fuckin' tight that I think I'm gonna come!"
"Not yet, Paul. I've gotta change the film," Jack warned, slapping another sheet of film
in the camera.
The boxer continued to pump his hot, red prick in and out of Beth's sucking mouth.
Dorothy looked on in amazement at the girl's apparent delight. As her lips slid up and
down his cock, Paul's fingers slid up and down her bouncing white asscheeks, kneading
the taut flesh as his cock drove in and out of her asshole like a thick, fleshy piledriver.
"JESUS, HURRY UP, GODDAMN YOU, I'M GONNA COME!" Paul yelled. His
muscular body quivered as he slid his shaft faster and faster between the girl's buttocks.
"Just two more," Jack coaxed. "Then you can go ahead and do anything you want to
her."
Beth was slurping wetly on the boxer's cock. His red dick glistened with her spit as she
jerked her head back and forth.
"All right, Paul. Do it. I'll take the last couple while you're shooting."
Paul's body went completely stiff and rigid as he felt the boiling jism begin to explode
deep in his swinging balls. He clenched his ass tightly as jet after jet of hot cum started
shooting through the full length of his thick cock and out his swollen cockhead deep
into Beth's twitching ass.
"Pull it out so I can get a picture of it spurting on her back!" Jack called out.
Paul grunted and yanked out his spurting prick with a loud pop. Beth screamed, then
groaned in relief as wads of thick, white-hot Jism arched through the air and spattered
on her back.
Meanwhile Beth was gobbling the dog's cock hungrily as Paul wiped the tip of his
cockhead over her asscheeks. Jack ran back to his sister's head and started taking shots
of her lips sliding over the boxer's jerking cock.
"That's it, Sis. Suck it! Suck that mother!"
The dog made a low guttural sound deep in his throat. In a second Dorothy heard Beth
choking. Then she saw a stream of white cream oozing past her lips and running down
her chin and the dog's
Oh my God, she's actually sucked off that dog! Dorothy grabbed her stomach and
turned her head away from the threesome.
"Fantastic!" Jack exclaimed, slapping his buddy on the back. Paul got up from the bed
and pulled on his jeans while Beth continued to moan as she lay face down on the bed.
"Hey, Sis, want the dog again?"
Beth sprang up and screamed at her brother. "Why are you doing this to me?" She
sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
"Because I love my little sister so much that I want to make sure she's soooo happy,"
Jack sneered as he examined the camera. "Hey, I've got a couple of shots left. No sense
in wasting film. Dorothy, come on over here for a couple of dyke shots."
"What do you want me to do?" Dorothy asked resignedly. She decided that the best
way to act was just to go along.
"Are you kiddin' me? That's your department. Just crawl on top of her and dangle your
snatch in her face. That ought to be enough of a turn-on for her."
Dorothy got on the bed and slid up until her pussy was directly over Beth's lips.
"Take it, Beth, and we'll be out of here in a few minutes," Dorothy whispered as she
lowered her cunt down on the young girl's face. Beth opened her mouth and stuck in
her tongue, letting it dart in and out of her friend's dry hole.
Dorothy was surprised. She thought it would be all so mechanical, what with all the
lights around and Paul and Jack running around the bed snapping photos. But she was
actually beginning to respond to the girl.
"Hey look," Paul called out to his friend. "Get a look at the bitch's nipples. She's getting
turned on again."
Jack smiled and walked over to Dorothy, bending his head down and cupping his lips
over her right nipple. He swirled his tongue around the taut brown skin, nibbling
around the edges then sucked at it until Dorothy felt her clit vibrate furiously.
Almost automatically Dorothy started pumping her thighs up and down, smashing her
juicy twat harder and harder on Beth's upturned face. "Finger her ass," Jack said to
Paul. Dorothy wanted to stop the scene, but Beth's tongue was sliding over and around
her twitching clit and Jack's tit-sucking felt so good. Now Paul was moving his fingers
between her legs, toying with her cuntlips, then sliding them further back, toward the
place where her asscheeks came together alongside her shithole. He was getting closer.
His fingers toyed with the tufts of pubic hair that surrounded her pussy. "UGH!"
Dorothy groaned as she felt him slip his forefinger deep in her asshole.
"Shit, I could fuck this one right now," Paul said, fingering the bulge between his legs.
"Goddamn it, the fuckin' camera's out of film. All right, girls, you can finish up, then
get the hell out of here!" Jack said.
But Dorothy didn't hear him. Her mind was back on her snatch again, while her
asscheeks quivered under Paul's expert manipulation.
"More, more!" Dorothy grunted as she slammed her snatch more frenziedly against the
girl's face, impaling her pussy on Beth's snaking tongue.
"Okay, baby," Paul said, shoving two more fingers up her ass while he reached between
Beth's legs and jammed the fingers of his left hand up the young girl's wet cunt. Beth
responded to the probing by sucking violently on Dorothy's trembling clit.
"JESUS!" Suddenly she was on a cloud, jetting in a sky filled with thunder and
lightning. She could smell her own cuntjuice as it dribbled down her thighs. Her body
bucked, twitched and jerked with rising tension until she was whimpering with each
spasm that tore her body with pleasure: Her asshole contracted rhythmically with her
snatch, gripping Paul's three embedded fingers like a vise.
"Whew!" the boy whistled, slipping his hand put of Beth's snatch. He still wriggled the
fingers buried in Dorothy's ass for a few seconds, watching how the women jerked and
bucked every time he scraped the sides of her shit tunnel with the tips of his fingers.
"Too bad you didn't have enough film for that little episode."
"Yeah. WeU, there'll be plenty of other times we'll get to use those two. Now come on,
get out of here. We've got to develop these things. If you're good, we'll even send you a
few copies."
"Yeah. They'd be perfect for your scrapbook," Paul said, and the two boys laughed as
they left
Beth and Dorothy to dress.
"Jesus," Beth moaned, rising limply from the bed. She looked down at her sore cunt. "I
don't think I can take much more of this, Dorothy. Why don't we just tell Dad?"
Dorothy realized that Beth's idea might be the only thing they could do. Still, she hated
to see the look on his face when he found out what was going on.
"Come on, I'll help you out of here," Dorothy said gently. Beth pulled on her dress
mechanically and followed Dorothy out the door, feeling more miserable than she had
ever felt in her life.


Chapter 10

"No, Dorothy, I won't go this time. I don't care what he does. I'm not going to let my
brother get away with this any more."
"Just this one more time, Beth, just this once," Dorothy pleaded desperately.
"I don't see how this one time makes any difference. Jesus, we've been up to that studio
four different times now. They won't even let us use Champion any more. All those
strange dogs." Beth shuddered.
Dorothy sadly nodded her head. Champion lay in his cage completely neglected now.
Even his owner seemed to have skipped town, and Nick was talking about talking the
dog to the pound rather than lose money in giving him free room and board.
"We're trapped, Dorothy. We've got to face it. At least if we tell Dad, it'll all stop."
Dorothy knew the girl was right. She'd managed to steal several photos from Jack's
desk that would prove what had been going on in the studio. Yet, she didn't want to
lose Nick.
"Beth, your father and I, well, we've begun to feel pretty strongly toward one another. If
he ever found out what's been happening, I-I just don't know–" She covered her face
with her hands, unable to finish the sentence.
"I know, Dorothy," Beth said gently as she sat next to her and stroked her hair, "but
you just can't go on like this. Sooner or later Dad's going to find out. It's better for him
if he hears it from you than from a cop or the papers."
"All right. But couldn't we wait until after this weekend? God only knows how he's
going to react. If nothing else, I'd at least like to have this weekend as a good memory."
Beth smiled and nodded in assent. "I guess I can take anything for a few more days.
Besides, maybe Jack will cool it for a while. At least Paul won't be going with us."
Dorothy smiled and hugged the girl in gratitude before she went back to her packing.
Nick was taking her, Beth and Jack to Ojai for the weekend while he visited several
farms in the area, checking the animals for rabies and Newhall's disease. They would be
staying at a farm ten miles outside the town for the weekend. Dorothy suspected that it
would be the last time she and Nick would be together. She wanted it to be a fun
vacation before she unloaded the truth to him about his son.
"Come on, Dorothy. Daddy's honking the horn outside."
"Is Jack with him?" Dorothy asked nervously.
"I can't see him." Her face brightened. "Maybe he couldn't come. Oh God, that would
make this perfect."
Dorothy ran down the stairs just behind Beth and saw Nick standing by the open trunk
with his hands on his hips.
"Hurry up! It's a ninety-mile drive. I want to get there before night."
Nick pretended to be angry, but he gave Dorothy's ass a friendly squeeze while his
daughter's back was turned.
"Beth, why don't you sit next to your father. I'll climb in the back," Dorothy said as she
stuck her head in the car. Her head almost crashed against Jack's.
"Right, Dorothy. You just sit next to old Jack," the boy whispered, sliding his hand
under her dress and pushing it upward rapidly until the tips of his fingers traced across
her cuntlips.
"Stop that!" she hissed, throwing herself in the back seat and sliding as far away from
him as possible. "Your father's just a few feet away. Try anything like that and I swear
I'll tell him everything about you."
Jack sneered at her and turned away, looking through the window at Beth. At first the
girl didn't see him peering at her. Then she turned and nearly jumped into the air.
"Get in, Beth," Dorothy called out cheerfully, hoping that the girl would take the hint
and act naturally.
"This is gonna be a working vacation for both of you," Jack hissed just before his father
got into the car. Beth wheeled around and stared at her brother, wondering what he
meant. Dorothy motioned her to turn around while she pushed the boy's crawling hand
away from her knee. She prayed that Nick wouldn't look into the rear-view mirror.
All the way up to Ojai, Dorothy wondered what Nick's son meant. A working vacation?
She looked around and saw that Jack hadn't brought his camera equipment with him.
Of course they'd started late – around five in the afternoon. She was in such a hurry
that she didn't get a chance to inspect the trunk carefully when she handed Nick her
suitcase.
Once he tried to slip his hands under her dress. It was dark by then, and Dorothy
opened her legs, hoping that she could coax the meaning of "working vacation" out of
him.
"What did you mean this afternoon," Dorothy whispered. The music from the radio up
front made it possible to whisper without worrying about being heard.
"What're you talkin' about," Jack whispered hoarsely, sliding his hand up over
Dorothy's creamy thighs until he felt her wiry pubic hairs tickle his palms.
"You know damned well what I mean. What's this shit about a working vacation?"
Jack stopped his groping for a second and smiled at her. "What do you think?"
Dorothy thought of the farm, and a sudden idea gripped her. Jesus, all those animals –
is he going to...? Her blood froze. Even Jack wouldn't stoop to that level.
The boy seemed to guess her thoughts. "Hey, all I want are a couple more shots of you
and Beth. We've got a big demand for them – all the dyke shit. It's no big deal."
No big deal? Dorothy raised her eyebrows, then sighed deeply. At least she didn't have
to worry about making it with the chickens. Making it with Beth a few times wouldn't
be so bad. Then there was the time she'd have with Nick.
"Okay, you've had your thrill for the night," Dorothy whispered, grabbing Jack's hand
by the wrist and pulling it out from under her dress.
"Don't be so fuckin' sure," Jack said quietly as the car pulled into the dirt drive of the
farm they were staying at.
Soon Dorothy and Beth climbed out of the car and were met by Allan Clarke and his
son Bill.
"Howdy, ladies. This here's my son Bill – not too bright, that 'un. Had an accident a
while back and ain't been the same since."
Beth leaned against Dorothy instinctively as she watched Bill's eyes glaze over and his
mouth drool while he stared at her. "Maybe he's too dumb to talk, but he's old enough
for fucking. Look at his crotch," Beth whispered. Dorothy looked down and saw a bulge
beginning to grow between the legs of the farmer's son.
"Nick! Nick! Come over here and say hello to Mr. Clarke," Dorothy called out. She
wished they had taken a motel in town, but Nick had insisted that they stay at the farm.
Clarke owed him a favor for some free treatment he gave his cattle one year ago, and
had insisted they stay with him when he learned Nick was coming up to conduct the
rabies investigation. The old man looked all right, but his son might prove to be a
problem.
After the usual small talk they all went inside for dinner. Through the meal Dorothy
watched Bill stare at Beth across the table. Occasionally his hand would disappear off
the top and fumble around somewhere between his legs. Both women knew what he
was doing and squirmed uneasily in their seats.
"Say, why don't we take a walk outside for a for minutes," Beth suggested just after
dessert. "I don't get a chance to get out to the country much." Dorothy knew the girl
just wanted to get away from Bill's stares.
"Come on," Dorothy said, pushing her seat back and starting to walk toward the front
door. Bill got up quickly to hold it open for Beth. He was walking toward her, the knob
of his stiff cock pressing against the front of his pants.
Jack was looking at his sister, his lips curled in a sardonic smile. He was laughing at
both of them, enjoying the scene. Dorothy wished she could kick him in the balls, but
just flashed him a pleasant smile and walked outside.
"Jesus! Did you see the way that kid kept staring at me? I thought he was going to jack
off right under the table!"
"He's no kid. He's at least twenty-five and horny as hell. Looks like Jack'll be the least
of our problems this weekend," Dorothy agreed, inhaling the cool night air and
enjoying the few minutes of peace.
"What were you and Jack talking about back in the car? I heard you two whispering
about something, but I couldn't make it out."
"I think he's planning to take a few pictures of us together."
"Christ! Can't he ever leave us alone? I'm going up to the room right now and lock the
door! He'll have to break it down before he gets his hands on me again!" Beth ran back
into the house.
Dorothy didn't try to stop her. Beth was upset and had to be alone. Besides, she wanted
to walk by herself in the night air. Nick would be talking shop with old man Clarke for
another hour or two. Then the farmer would go to bed and the two of them would be
alone in the house together. A late stroll, maybe to the barn. And then...
Dorothy felt her clit begin to throb. Her jeans clung to her crotch. They were damp and
sticky, moistened by the cuntjuice that had soaked through her thin panties. Dorothy
breathed in deeply again and could smell the acrid odor of her pussy mix with the
humid evening air.
She tilted her head back and looked at the stars. She closed her eyes and pictured her
and Nick writhing on the grass, her cunt exposed to the cool air as Nick's cock bounced
off her upturned, sweating ass and...
Dorothy tried to scream as she felt a thick hand clamp around her mouth and another
wrap around her body, wedging her arms tightly to her sides. She heard grunting in her
ear and felt a stream of hot breath flow over her face. At first she thought it was Jack up
to his usual games. Then she realized it was the farmer's son.
She was dragged across the barnyard to the tool shed. When Bill finally released her,
Dorothy spun around and saw that he was completely naked. He'd locked the door and
was fingering his massive cock. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked at his prick, a
full thirteen inches in length and at least three inches in width!
"Billy, now, don't do that. It's not nice. Just let me get by and walk out the door and we
can be friends," Dorothy said nervously, edging her way carefully against the far wall.
"Nooooo," the boy howled as he rubbed his cock faster and faster with his right hand.
"Help, HELP!" Dorothy screamed, deciding that it was too late for reasoning with him.
"Noooo!" he howled again, leaping forward and grabbing her by the hair. Dorothy
struggled, but it was hopeless. Billy held her tightly against his huge body with one
hand while he reached down and picked up some cleaning rags with the other. His grip
was so tight that Dorothy nearly passed out in his arm. Before she knew it, he'd stuffed
a rag that tasted strongly of gasoline in her mouth while he carefully unbuttoned her
blouse and unzipped her jeans.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Bill kept repeating.
Dorothy was forced to the floor. He threw her legs violently over his shoulders and
started poking his mammoth cockhead at her twitching snatch.
"No, don't, Billy, it's not nice. You'll hurt me if you stick it inside!" Dorothy gasped
after she spat out the cleaning rags. She didn't want to yell again, afraid that he might
really hurt her the next time she called out for help.
"No hurt, no hurt," he kept repeating.
Dorothy saw that he was kneading his cock slowly and smiling at her. He looked
excited; his face was flushed and his cock kept drooling droplets of cum from its piss
slit. She should have been terrified over the prospect of being raped by a half-wit-and
especially with a cock that size! But her cunt still ached from thinking about Nick –
and there was that long, thick prickshaft bobbing in the air, just a few inches from her
upturned cunt. Almost involuntarily Dorothy wriggled her ass as a signal.
Bill grunted and leaned forward. The soft hght from the moon reflected on his thick,
muscular body. Shadows played over the tight muscles of his flat belly and accented his
full biceps and sleek forearms. His long, blonde hair nearly covered his face as he thrust
his cock hard against Dorothy's tight hole.
"Easy, easy, Billy," she coaxed the man as he grunted. Dorothy told herself to relax,
knowing that the initial entry would send her up the walls if she couldn't get her
cuntlips to stretch easily. She felt the tip batter against her pussylips several times. Then
Billy became impatient and lunged forward, straining and grunting until his cockhead
finally slipped past Dorothy's cuntlips and poked its way into the entrance of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, UNNNGH!" Dorothy moaned, throwing her hands around her asscheeks and
spreading her cunt apart as far as she could. She thought her belly would split apart,
and Billy had only put the tip of his shaft in her!
He grunted happily, twisting his hips in a circular motion for a while. He was getting
impatient and started heaving his hips forward again.
"God! UNNNNGH!"
His prick was hot and slippery, but it plowed its way into her cunt slowly as she felt her
pussy membranes stretch to the breaking point.
"No more, Billy! NO MORE! PLEASE!"
But the boy ignored her, grunting and groaning as he hunched his thighs forward,
shoving his gigantic prickshaft deeper and deeper into her snatch until Dorothy
thought he was going to stab through her uterus.
Finally it was all the way in. Billy rested for a while, giving Dorothy's cunt a chance to
stretch and accommodate his prick more easily. In a few seconds, Dorothy actually
began to feel a tingling sensation deep in her pussy that grew with every passing
minute.
Gradually Billy began gently moving his cock in and out, only a fraction of an inch at a
time.
"Good?" he grunted.
"Ohhhhh," Dorothy moaned contentedly. She had no will power left. She should have
been struggling to get free. But the thing in her cunt was exciting her. Bill was
pumping his cock in faster and faster, hammering the head of it against her womb. Her
belly shook with spasms. Her feet pressed against his shoulders as she squirmed and
twisted on his jabbing cock.
"Oh shit, shit, SHIT!" she screamed, hunching her hips off the dirt floor of the tool
shed in time to Billy's hammering prick.
He was leaning forward now, biting each of her tits in turn, taking the nipples one at a
time and nibbling on them gently. He ran his tongue between her swollen breasts as he
banged his balls against her upturned asscheeks.
Fuck! For a half-wit he can fuck like a champ!
Billy began shouting something unintelligible that told her he was about to shoot his
cum into her. Dorothy gathered up all her strength and seized his cock, crushing it in
her cuntal muscles until she heard him scream and knew that he was firing it into her
snatch. He shuddered with his prick contractions and burst after burst of thick creamy
fluid filled her gut.
"OHHHH, JESUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Dorothy screamed as the hot sticky Jism
in her cunt triggered a series of contractions across her snatch. She started to cry out
again, but stifled the scream with her hands as she tossed her hips off the ground and
swallowed his cock even deeper into her twat.
When it was over, Dorothy backed away from the boy. He continued to kneel in front
of her, fingering his limp cock in an apparent attempt to get it up again.
"No, no more. You can't do any more," Dorothy said breathlessly, slipping on her jeans
and blouse and walking cautiously to the door. She didn't know whether or not he
could go all night. But she didn't want to hang around to find out. There was just
enough time to clean up and get ready for Nick. She imagined what everybody would
think when they saw Billy stepping out behind her from the tool shed stark naked.
"Stay in here for a while, Billy. It's like a game. Wait for a while until I leave. Then you
can go."
Billy didn't seem to hear her. He was still kneeling on the ground, trying to get his cock
hard again. Dorothy peered out of the half-opened door and saw that no one was in the
yard. She ran quickly to the house and sneaked into the living room. Nick and old man
Clarke were still in the dining room, smoking and talking shop as they'd been doing an
hour ago.
Dorothy sighed in relief as she ran upstairs and slipped into the shower. When she
slipped back down the stairs again, she found Nick alone in the living room.
"The farmer go to bed?" she asked, walking slowly over to the chair he was sitting in.
"They get up early in the country. All those chickens," he said quietly, reaching up and
caressing her right tit.
Dorothy felt her snatch contract, and was amazed at how much fucking she could take
in one night. Her snatch had just been rammed by one of the biggest cocks she'd ever
seen, and here she was, ready to go again. Well, she wasn't going to sit down and
analyze it. All she knew now was that she wanted Nick stuffed up her twat.
"Come on," he whispered hoarsely, getting up from the chair and pulling her toward
the door. "Let's go outside. There's got to be some place out there where we can fuck."
Dorothy thought of Billy in the tool shed only twenty feet away. What would happen if
he were to come out just as they were passing by? She tried to think of somewhere else
to go, but Nick was already outside.
As they passed the half-opened door of the shed, Dorothy stole a quick glance inside
and could just see Billy still kneeling on the floor. By this time his rapid cock-fingering
had paid off and he was jacking off. She felt Nick tugging at her arm and she followed
him into the barn.


Chapter 11

The next day Nick got up early to start his tour of the outlying farms. He tiptoed into
the bedroom that Dorothy and Beth were sharing and bent down to kiss the older
woman.
"Going so soon?" she said quietly, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his thick
neck.
"Un-huh. There's a lot of work to get done today. By the way, thanks for that fantastic
screwing last night."
"Shhh, you'll wake up Beth," Dorothy said warningly, flattered by the remark
nonetheless. She and Nick spent almost the entire evening in the hay, sucking and
fucking well into the night.
"Oh baby, even after what we did a couple of hours ago, I could climb into your cunt
right now and-"
"Shhhh! Your daughter's right here. Besides, you've got your work to do. We've got all
night for that."
"Well, you just lie here for a while and think about us last night. Before you know it,
I'll be back, and we can start up where we left off."
"Is anybody going to be here?" Dorothy said nervously. She hoped that at least Billy's
father would be around to keep his son in check.
"I'm taking the kid with me, but Jack and Clarke'll be around in case you need
anything."
Dorothy sighed in relief. At least the old man would prevent Jack from trying anything,
and Billy would be out of the way. Nick kissed her gently on the forehead then walked
out the door. Dorothy heard Beth turn around next to her and realized that she'd heard
everything.
"So you two have been fooling around behind my back, eh?" Beth said, smiling at her.
"God, I hope something serious springs up between you two. Daddy's been so alone
since Mom died. I think you'd make a great–"
The same thought struck both of them. There was still Jack and Paul, and all those
pictures.
"We'll talk about it later," Dorothy said, trying to force herself to be cheerful. "Right
now we'd better get up and get dressed. I'll show you around the farm."
"I don't think you saw too much of it last night," Beth said, laughing lightly as she
disappeared into the bathroom.
Dorothy hunched up her legs and rested her chin on her knees. She thought of last
night in the bam. She remembered how Nick's strong fingers had traced along her
quivering cuntlips then slid back and found her asshole. She remembered how she'd
moaned when he forced one of them inside and how she opened her asshole to the rest
of his probing fingers. Nick had a way of making this kind of asshole-probing
enjoyable.
Then there was the smell of her cuntjuice again. So much juice, dribbling all the time.
And the smell of it mingling with the pungent odor of sweat that oozed freely from his
groin.
"Daydreaming?" Beth asked as she walked in from the bathroom. She had a towel
wrapped tightly around her young body. Dorothy looked at her and wondered if she'd
still be able to stick her tongue into the girl's body after she married Nick – that is, if
he'd have anything to do with her after she had told him about everything.
"I guess. Time to take my shower. I'll be down in a few minutes."
Dorothy stood in the shower for a long time. It felt so good to have the warm water
trailing along her full firm tits and into her aching cunt. She slid her forefinger back
and forth over the tiny organ, running the rest of her hand along her sensitive cuntlips.
Her asshole clenched instinctively, just as if Nick had his entire fist jammed into her
shithole and plunging into her gut.
"Dorothy, you've been in there all day," Beth called from the bedroom. "I'm going to
walk around outside for a while."
"Okay. I'll be out in a few minutes. Just keep an eye out for Jack, he's around here
some place."
"At least the old man's here for protection," Beth said as she skipped out of the room
and down the stairs.
It was fifteen minutes later when Dorothy walked into the kitchen. She sat down to
have breakfast. She was just beginning to pour her coffee when she heard what sounded
like a scream coming from the barn.
"Mr. Clarke?" Dorothy ran to the living room and out the front door. She shaded her
eyes with her hand and looked around the empty barnyard.
"Mr. Clarke?" Dorothy called out again, but got no response. She was about to go back
into the house when she heard that screaming again. This time it was much louder, and
she recognized it as Beth's voice pleading for help. Dorothy looked around desperately
for help.
"OH MY GOD!" Beth screamed.
Dorothy couldn't wait any longer. She ran back into the kitchen and picked up a meat
cleaver. She ran for the barn.
The door was partly opened and Dorothy peered in to see what was going on. It was
too dark. She had to step in. Quietly she pushed open the door and walked in.
"Glad to see you, Dorothy," a voice shouted behind her. Before she had a chance to
spin around, she felt something hard come down across her wrist, and the cleaver
dropped to the ground. She looked up and saw Paul standing next to her.
"What are you-"
"Surprised to see him?" Jack said as he walked up to her. "Shouldn't be. Just because he
didn't come up with us didn't mean that he wouldn't be here."
"Where's Beth?" Dorothy asked grimly.
"Come on, follow me," Jack said, taking her by the hand and leading her to one of the
horse stalls. As she walked past the low wall, Dorothy peered into the darkness and saw
Beth naked and tied to a low-standing wooden table. Her legs were bound together at
the ankles and hoisted up toward the ceiling, the rope tied to an overhead beam.
"Oh Jesus, what the hell are you planning now?" Dorothy asked, watching Beth squirm
and whimper on the hard wooden boards.
"She's for later. I'm glad you walked in right now."
"I swear, Jack, you've finally done it. Mr. Clarke's still here. And when he finds out
what's going on in his barn..."
Jack stood in front of her with his hands on his hips. As soon as she mentioned the
farmer's name, the boy started laughing.
"So, you think he's going to stop us, eh? Hey, Mr. Clarke. Come on out. The lady
wants to see you."
Dorothy nearly fell to the floor in amazement as she watched the old man step out of
the darkness.
"You see how he's gonna help you?"
Dorothy looked at the old man. He stood in front of her without a stitch of clothing on.
His wrinkled, flabby belly sagged. His cock hung limply from his groin, as large as his
son's but certainly not as hard. "I don't–"
"Understand? It's simple. I've got a sixth sense for sniffing people out. You know,
finding out what they like. It didn't take me too long to figure this one out. Besides, I've
heard stories about these people, out here alone and all. We had a nice long talk, and I
told him about you and my sister. It seems that he wants to see the two of you in
action. But he needs a little help, you know? I mean, he's not as young as he used to be,
right, Mr. Clarke?"
"Shit, son. I just want her lips around this here cock, that's all."
Jack laughed, then pushed Dorothy toward the old man. "You heard him, shit face. Get
down on those knees and start sucking."
"No, I wanna see her nekked."
"Easiest thing in the world to be arranged. In fact, she spends more time out of her
clothes than in them."
Jack walked over to Dorothy and grabbed the top of her blouse. He rubbed her chin
gently with his thumb, then dropped it quickly to her waist, tearing open her blouse
and snapping open the top button of her jeans in one movement. Her full, firm tits flew
out and swayed from side to side before they finally came to rest. Farmer Clarke was
obviously impressed.
"Golleee! Look at them tits! Like cow's udders."
"Go ahead; go on up and grab a feel of those udders," Jack encouraged.
Dorothy looked to her right and saw that Paul had sneaked away to one side of the
barn. He was back with a camera, aiming it at the old man and snapping pictures as he
was pinching her tits.
"Kin I suck on 'em?"
"Do anything you want with them," Jack said grandly, stepping back so Paul could get
a good shot of them. Dorothy wondered who would buy pictures of an old man sucking
tit. But then she knew that it took all kinds and... he was biting her nipples and she
jumped back, yelping in pain.
"Sorry, ma'am. Just got carried away."
"That's okay, sir," Jack said reassuringly. "Hey, Dorothy, looks like you're gettin' to
him. Look at his cock."
Dorothy looked down and saw Mr. Clarke's cock stiffening as he continued to suck at
her right tit.
"Wow!" the old man exclaimed, stepping back and rubbing his stiff cockshaft. "Takes
me a little time, but when I get goin' – Okay, ma'am, start suckin'."
Dorothy looked at his cock in disgust. It was as big as his son's, but one hell of a lot
uglier. Even fully extended it looked shriveled.
"Get on your fuckin' knees," Jack whispered hoarsely, placing his hands on her
shoulders and forcing her down to the ground. She stared at his cock that had grown a
little flaccid and she winced. I've got to suck that ugly thing!
Clarke jerked his hips forward, a signal that he was ready any time she was. Dorothy
shuddered and bent forward. His prick was jerking as she breathed on the pulsating
cockhead. She glanced up at Clarke; he was already smiling, and his eyes were closed.
Dorothy closed her eyes, breathed in sharply and opened her lips. She moved forward,
her mouth sliding over his cockhead, closing around it. Her lips tightened while she
applied suction, her lower teeth digging gently into his prick's underside at its most
sensitive spot-right behind the knob.
"Aaaaah!" Clarke murmured.
Dorothy applied more suction. She wanted to get it over with. A droplet of cum spilled
from his cock-head's slit and landed on her tongue. She opened her mouth wider now,
moving her hand up to the root of his cock, then pushing it forward as her mouth slid
up to his sweating groin.
"Ooooh, wow! Oh, yeah, ma'am!"
Dorothy ignored his groaning and concentrated on her sucking. In the background she
could hear Jack giggling and Paul's camera snapping away. The old man's prick was
getting back its rigidity now, and its stiff length was pressing against the roof of her
mouth. Now it was growing even larger; and it was forcing the knob against the soft
tissues at the back of her throat. Her tongue slid along the old man's prick, stroking the
skin and searching for the ropelike veins. She increased her suction, drawing his cock
deeper inside her mouth.
"My balls, my balls," the old man groaned, slamming his flabby belly against Dorothy's
forehead. Dorothy reached up with her free hand and grabbed them. She felt her fingers
close around the heavy cum-filled sac. She squeezed them gently, then released her grip.
"Oh, yeah, yeah!"
Dorothy knew she'd have to suck harder and squeeze harder to get the old man to
come. She let a finger slide toward his asshole to make him feel more excited. She
wanted to hurry the old fart up to get his cum out of his balls and onto her tongue so
that she could release the ugly withered cock from her mouth.
Dorothy got her left hand into action now, her fingers digging between his sagging
asscheeks while the fingers of her right hand moved back to his balls and stroked before
wandering back up to the base of his cock and forcing their way into her mouth so that
she was fingering and sucking his cock at the same time.
Clarke was groaning louder now. He liked it all right. She sucked harder, tugging
gently on his scrotum and going back to his asshole and poking some more.
"SHIIIIT!"
Clarke slammed his belly harder and harder against Dorothy's face, digging his
fingernails into her head and slamming his cock against her tonsils as he fired his load
of jism down her gagging throat.
Finally she let Clarke's softening cock fall from her lips. She glanced at his face and saw
how he was grinning stupidly and drooling out of the side of his mouth. She spat the
mingled spit and cum onto the ground and grabbed her belly just in time to keep from
throwing up.
"Whew! Ain't had anythin' like that since my Emmy died," old man Clarke commented
as he stroked his balls contentedly. Dorothy ignored the farmer and looked at Jack,
trying to figure out what he had planned for Beth.
"Come on, Dorothy," Jack said, reaching down and pulling her quickly to her feet.
"We're wasting time. Hey, Paul, get the old man's dog."
Christ, not another dog-scene! Dorothy walked into the stall where Beth was tied. The
girl lay quietly on the table. At first Dorothy thought she was drugged or dead; but then
she saw her belly rise and fall rhythmically and knew that she was at least breathing.
"Beth, honey, it's going to be all right. Looks like you'll have to fuck another dog. But it
can't go on for too long. Your father's coming back in a while."
Beth didn't answer. Dorothy knew what she was thinking – that it was her fault. All
this wouldn't be happening if she had mustered up the courage and told Nick about his
son. As it turned out, she would have to tell him anyway, and endure this additional
humiliation to boot.
Dorothy heard Paul returning and turned around to see him leading a Great Dane into
the barn.
"My God! That's no dog – that's a horse!" Dorothy cried out.
"A horse! OH GOD, HELP ME!" Beth screamed, writhing on the table in horror. Jack
walked quickly over to her, and for a minute Dorothy was afraid that he would beat
her. Instead the boy aimed his camera at the girl's face and took a series of pictures that
showed her face contorted in fear.
"That's it, Sis, a little more screaming. Twist some more. That's it!"
"Oh for Christ's sake, get it over with!" Dorothy said angrily.
Jack ignored her. He set up his camera a few feet from Beth's exposed pussylips.
"Ready?" Jack asked Paul. His friend nodded, then led the huge dog to the table. "Get
her ass over the edge, or else the dog won't be able to fuck her. Hey, Mr. Clarke, what's
his name?"
"Sam, I usually call him," the old man said, his face flushed with excitement. Dorothy
watched him desperately stroking his hanging cock, trying to get it up again as he
anticipated what was about to happen.
"Okay, Sam. Come on up, boy, and grab yourself a piece of this young ass here." The
dog immediately put his nose against Beth's belly and sniffed. A second or two later he
was nosing her pubic hair. Beth moaned in terror, grinding her ass in the dog's face as
she tried to push herself off the table.
"What the fuck's wrong with her. A week ago she would've taken on the whole city
pound. Now she's all Uptight over one fuckin' dog," Paul commented dryly as he tried
to hold the dog steady.
"Don't worry about her. Just keep that damned dog up on the table until he's through."
Beth continued to moan, but this time the Dane was ready to fuck her. He placed his
muzzle between her spread thighs and began to nose her pussy. The girl screamed and
wriggled, but the dog ignored her as he continued to lick her cuntlips.
"OH GOD! NO MORE! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER! OH SHIT, PLEASE, NO
MORE!"
The dog began to lick her twat faster and faster. Dorothy glanced down and saw the
animal's cock slide out of its wrinkled sheath.
Dorothy watched the Dane with fascination. She looked at the dog's thick pink tongue
as it slid back and forth on Beth's cuntlips, occasionally lapping as far back as her
asshole.
"Okay, I've got enough of these shots," Jack said, adjusting the camera as he moved it
closer to his sister's snatch. "Get that dog in here so we can get movin' on."
"Okay, Sam," Paul said quietly, pulling on the animal's leash. Almost instantaneously it
pulled its muzzle from between Beth's thighs and leaped onto her back and asscheeks.
Beth screamed and shuddered as she felt the Dane's rock-hard cockhead push against
her tight twatlips.
"OOOOHHH GOD! STOP THEM! FOR GOD'S SAKE, DONT! OH JACK,
DOROTHY, P-P-PL-PLEEEASE!
Beth screamed as she felt the Dane's prickhead repeatedly batter against her sensitive
pussy. A second later, the thick knotted dog's cock pushed past her cuntlips and sank
into her fuck-hole. The girl shrieked twice, then began bucking and heaving on the
wooden table.
"AIYEEEE! AIYEEEE!" Beth kept screaming, tossing her hips as far off the table she
could as she tried to yank free from the Dane's plunging cock. Jack ignored his sister's
cries, snapping his camera as the big dog continued his fucking.
"Jesus, if he picks up any more speed, he'll blur on my film," Jack said jokingly as he
moved to the other side of the table to take shots of the screwing from another angle.
Soon the dog was panting in frantic delight. Everyone knew that he was about to fire
his load into Beth's violated cunt. Suddenly the Dane growled and his body shook as a
thick stream of white cum began to leak out from around Beth's pussy.
"Ooooohhhh, noooo!" she moaned in despair and humiliation as the dog pulled free
and leaped to the ground.
"Not bad, Mr. Clarke. You've got a fine dog there," Jack commented as he pulled out
the roll of film and handed it to Paul. He popped in a fresh load and turned to
Dorothy.
"Okay, to the table."
"What?"
"You heard me. I'm not through yet. Get on over there and start licking her clean."
Dorothy felt her stomach churn as she walked over to the table and looked at Beth's
drooling snatch. The girl's pubic hair was matted down with sweat, cuntjuice and doggy
cum that still oozed freely from her slit.
"Go on, hurry up," Jack urged, positioning himself to one side of the table as he aimed
the lens of his camera once more at his sister's twat. Dorothy placed both hands on the
table's edge and leaned forward, closing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. The smell
of stale dog-cum almost made her retch as she tasted something cold and salty at the tip
of her tongue.
"That's great! Hold it there. I want to get a couple of shots of that shit oozing on your
tongue."
Dorothy continued to lick after Jack took his photos, tasting the thick salty fluid before
she swallowed it quickly.
"Okay, start sucking that hole. I want you to get ah that shit out of her."
Dorothy did as she was told, clamping her lips around Beth's outer cuntlips and
applying suction. A thick wad of cum shot out and flew past her tongue, splattering
against her tonsils and making her jump back. She heaved on the ground while Jack
spun around and took pictures of her vomiting.
"You sick sonofabitch," Dorothy finally was able to say as she propped herself against
the wooden stall. Jack sneered at her, then nodded to Paul who walked out of the barn.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," he said, and Dorothy was sure that he was right.


Chapter 12

Dorothy heard heavy footsteps coming through the door and watched in terror as she
saw Paul leading in one of the plow horses.
"Oh no, you can't. You're joking. You're not going to..." Dorothy found that she
couldn't finish the sentence. There was no need to, anyway. Jack kept smiling at her.
She knew what he had in mind. He was going to have that horse fuck his sister!
"You think she kin take it?" the old man whispered to Jack who was setting up his
camera at the rear of the stall. He wanted some shots of the horse's head above Beth's
belly before he moved back to the edge of the table to catch the animal's cock sliding
into her cunt.
"Haven't you ever seen a woman take a horse before?" Jack asked as he made some last
minute adjustments.
"Sure. My daughter Susie."
Dorothy's eyes widened. "Your daughter?"
"Sure. Oh, I didn't force her, or nothin' like that. I just came in the barn one evenin'
and found Susie all bent down, tryin' to git ol' Dobbin's cock in 'er. I just helped her
along, that's all."
Dorothy couldn't believe what she was hearing. The old man was a true degenerate.
And Nick thought the world of him!
"Okay, enough of the small talk. Dorothy, get down on your knees and start licking."
Dorothy stood there and looked at Jack uncomprehendingly.
"Jesus, you deaf or something? I said I want you to get down on your knees and start
licking the horse."
"You're crazy," she said, turning away from him and making a break for the barn door.
Mr. Clarke jumped in front of her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Sorry, ma'am, but I was promised a show, and I'm gonna git one. Now git on over
there and start suckin'." The farmer dragged her across the ground and forced her
down between the horse's legs.
"Hold that animal good. Don't want him kicking her until we've got the shots," Jack
told Paul as Dorothy looked up and saw the horse's low-hanging balls.
"Go on!" the farmer urged. Dorothy tentatively reached up and touched the tip of the
horse's cock. The animal whinnied in surprise and started stomping back and forth.
"Whoa, boy, easy. That's it, easy boy. Gonna get your cock sucked, just take it easy,
boy," Paul cooed in the horse's ear. "Okay, I think he's ready now."
Dorothy reached up once more, wrapping her fingers around the animal's cock. This
time he shuddered and whinnied softly.
"Good girl, you're getting to him," Jack commented, snapping several shots of Dorothy
fingering the animal. "Now scratch his balls. That shot should get to a lot of 'em."
Dorothy reached up and cupped the horse's leathery balls in the palm of her right
hand, rolling them from side to side, trying to keep clear of the animal's quivering,
stomping legs.
"Hey, hold him steady," Jack said, clicking several more shots of Dorothy. "Okay, start
licking him."
Dorothy shuddered and raised her head until her forehead brushed against the horse's
balls. She heard him breathing heavily as she ran her tongue across the tough wrinkled
flesh. She almost gagged on the mouthful of balls and skin.
"Fantastic. Keep jerking that cock!" Jack said enthusiastically, jumping around the two
of them for different photograph angles. Dorothy started running her right hand up
and down the animal's lengthening brown cock, feeling it twitch, grow hotter and
lengthen with every movement. Surprisingly, she found her initial disgust change to
mild excitement as she felt his prick stiffen against her neck.
Jesus, how long does this thing grow? she wondered as she felt it rubbing against the
top of her tits.
"You've got one hell of a hung horse there, Mr. Clarke," Dorothy heard Jack say as she
continued to run her fingers over the animal's leathery cock. Almost instinctively, she
released the horse's tough balls from her mouth and started running her tongue from
the root of his cock down to the tip. She reached down with her free hand and dipped
her fingers into her pussy, tugging on her gradually swelling clit as she nibbled gently
on the animal's prick.
"What did I tell you. Just give her a cock, any cock, and that bitch goes at it like there's
no tomorrow!" Jack said as he aimed his camera directly at Dorothy's sucking lips.
"Okay, honey, now let's get that mouth around the horse's cockhead. You keep doing
that and he's gonna shoot all over the floor."
Dorothy slid further under the animal's belly and turned around, opening her lips and
taking just the tip of the giant prickhead in her mouth. The horse shook violently as
she slid as much of the brown cock in her throat as she could.
"Hey, fantastic! Try to get more of it in," Jack urged. Dorothy impaled her mouth on
the horse-cock until she felt it slide past her tonsils and halfway down her throat. It was
a new sensation-having a hot horse-cock in her throat; and, as much as she hated to
admit it, she loved it.
"Okay, enough of the fore play. Time to get that animal some action. All right,
Dorothy, get up. It's my sister's turn."
Beth screamed. She'd been watching Dorothy suck the animal off. Now, as Dorothy slid
out from under the horse's legs she could see the full length of his cock and she
screamed and yelled in horror.
"OH GOD, NOOOO! PLEASE, NO!" Even though she knew it was useless Beth
jerked at her bonds trying to get free.
"Hey, keep twisting like that and you'll make old Dobbin come all over himself. He
thinks you're excited," Jack joked, changing rolls in his camera. Beth stopped her
thrashing as she sobbed.
"I don't think you'll get that cock in here. Leastways, not with her in that position," the
farmer commented, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, considering you had a daughter who liked to get screwed by a horse, what do
you suggest?" Jack asked.
"Git her up, doggy style. That's about the only way you kin do it, son."
Jack looked at his sister and knew that she'd break free if he untied her. He reached in
his pocket and pulled out a switchblade.
"I'll take care of this," he said to Paul as he walked over to the end of the table. "Okay,
little sister. I'm cuttin' you free, but you're not goin' anywhere, understand? That horse
is gonna fuck you, like it or not. Now, you can relax and enjoy it like your friend over
there, or you can tense up and have it kill you. It's up to you, but let me tell you that
I'll ram this knife in your throat if you try anything funny, understand?"
Beth looked at him wide-eyed and shook her head.
"I won't. I'd rather die than have that animal in me!" she wailed, sobbing loudly as she
thrashed on the table again in another futile attempt to break loose.
"Maybe you need a little taste of this to set you straight," Jack said menacingly. With
that he snapped open his switchblade and made a quick pass across the girl's right tit,
cutting the skin just above her nipple. Beth screamed in agony, nearly bucking herself
off the table.
"Enough, or do you want more? Maybe you'd listen if your tit was on the floor."
Beth sobbed for a second, then shook her head. "I'll do it. But don't hurt me any more,
Jack."
"Come on, Paul, help me with these," her brother said triumphantly as he freed her feet
from the rope. In seconds Beth was crouching on the table, her ass in the horse's face.
"Okay, get that horse in her," Jack commanded.
"I'll help," the old man said excitedly, grabbing one of the reins and coaxing the animal
forward. "That's it, boy, just like with Susie. Remember Susie? Her little red pussy
starin' at you and your big ol' cock a bobbin' in the air?"
The horse reared up slightly, slamming his hoofs down hard on the table. Beth
screamed. The horse hunched forward until the black throbbing tip of his prickshaft
bounced against her cuntlips.
"Oh, GOD!" she moaned, her asscheeks quivering at the animal's touch.
"I'll guide it in," Clarke said, reaching over and grabbing the animal's cock. The horse's
nostrils flared wide open as he felt the tip of his dick poke between Beth's swollen
cuntlips.
"OHHHHH! UNNNGH! UNGH! ARRGH!" she screamed, jerking forward.
"Goddamn it! Paul, get the hell over there and hold that bitch down." Jack's friend ran
to the head of the table before Beth could scramble off and slapped her hard across the
face, almost knocking her senseless. He clamped his muscular hands on her shoulders,
pinning her to the table as he nodded to the farmer.
"Okay, I've got her." Clarke grabbed the animal's cock again and rammed it against the
girl's twat. Beth moaned in agony but made no more tries to escape.
"Shit, she's tight, but I think I kin get it in," Clarke commented, pushing the horse's
cock harder against the girl's slit until the cockhead squished past her pussylips and
embedded itself between her stretched cuntal walls.
Dorothy felt sorry for the screaming girl, but her cunt ached for cock at the same time.
She continued to strum her swollen clit silently.
Meanwhile farmer Clarke was becoming more successful. Almost one-third of the
horse's prick was embedded between Beth's vaginal membranes, and the rest of it
seemed to be sliding in more easily.
"UNNNNGH! ARRRGH!" Beth moaned and shrieked, her body shaking more
violently with every inch of stiff, hot animal cock that jammed its way into her bleeding
cunt.
"Can you get it all the way in?" Jack asked as he clicked away in fascination.
"Don't know. Susie could take anything all the way, but this here little girl's pretty
tight. Might tear her up."
Jack wanted to say that it didn't matter, but that might be too much even for the old
man. He realized that Clarke was only in it for the fun of it, and would probably stop
them if he thought Beth would really get hurt.
"Okay. You be the judge. Just shove it in as far as you think she can take it." Beth
screamed that she was at her limit, but Clarke continued to slide in more inches of the
horse's cock.
"That's about it," the farmer said. Dorothy opened her eyes and saw that over two
thirds of the pulsating dark brown cock was jammed deep into Beth's gut. She watched
in fascination as the animal's muscles started rippling and he moved slowly back and
forth, sliding his cock in and out of the girl's cunt.
"AIYEEE!" Beth screamed, trembling with each motion as Paul gripped her tightly by
the shoulders.
"He's gettin' 'bout ready to shoot; I kin tell," Clark cried out excitedly as he ran his
fingers around Beth's swollen cuntlips.
"I want to get a shot of the jism oozing out between his cock," Jack mumbled excitedly
as he ran behind his sister and aimed the camera carefully at the plunging pecker. Beth
shrieked as massive globs of horse-cum shot deep into her gut, only to splash back and
leak from between the animal's throbbing cock and her stretched pussy.
"Jesus, I've never seen anything like this before," Jack cried as he snapped the last few
photos. "Okay, Mr. Clarke, you can take the animal off now." The horse backed off
slowly, extracting his rapidly-shrinking cock out of Beth's protesting snatch. Dorothy
saw that the girl was bleeding badly from the fucking.
"Now you've done it. She needs a doctor, Jack, or she'll bleed to death."
"Yeah. Looks like she's real bad off. Funny, my Susie never bled like that," the old man
said thoughtfully. Beth collapsed on the table after the horse's prick pulled free.
Dorothy ran over to her and saw that she was unconscious.
"Okay. Hey, Paul, clean her up and take her into the house. Call a doc or somethin'
and get him out of here." Dorothy saw Jack pull his friend aside and whisper something
in his ear after he gave him the instructions. She guessed that all the talk of the doctor
was just for Clarke's benefit. They didn't have any plans to help Beth. God only knows
how they thought they'd be able to cover this whole thing up. Maybe they didn't care.
Whatever they planned, Dorothy knew that Beth needed medical help fast or she'd die.
Dorothy watched as Paul carried the unconscious girl out of the barn and to the house.
"Well, imagine that! I've still got plenty of film and only one model. Guess you're it,
kid," Jack said to her.
"What more do you want?" Dorothy asked unbelievingly.
"Ever fuck a pig before?"
"What?" Dorothy couldn't believe her ears! A pig? Jack must have gone out of his
mind. Then she turned and saw old man Clarke leering at her and fingering his limp
prick. She looked out the half-opened barn door and stared at the pig sty.
"Oh, come on, Jack, who'd buy pictures of that. I mean, it'd just be a waste of film."
She tried to reason with him, but she knew that pleading with him wouldn't do any
good.
"Oh no, ma'am. I know lots 'a folks that'd buy them pictures. And don't you worry
none, ma'am. Pigs is lots nicer and gentler and kinder than dogs or horses. Why, you
kin ask my Susie someday. She used to love fuckin' pigs almost more than fuckin'
people."
Someday Dorothy had to meet Susie. Then she felt the edge of Jack's switchblade
against her bare buttocks.
"Come on, cunt," Jack whispered gruffly in her ear as he pushed her outside. Paul was
just walking out of the house as she reached the rail of the sty. Dorothy almost fainted
from the smell. Most of the pigs were sleeping. Those that were awake turned their
heads sleepily and looked curiously at Dorothy.
"Hey, Jack, she looks pretty bad. Maybe we'd better call a doc or get the hell out of here
now."
"Shut up!" Jack whispered hoarsely. "Okay, bitch, now are you gonna climb in there, or
do I have to throw you in."
"You're planning to skip out of here, aren't you?" Dorothy asked, looking at him with
disgust. "You don't give a fuck about me, your sister, or your father. You won't get
away with this. I swear I'll find you if your father doesn't."
Jack smiled, he picked her up and tossed her over the railing. She landed in the filth
with a loud splash, startling the pigs awake.
"Boy, you fit in with them, baby," Jack said, holding his sides and laughing hysterically.
Dorothy's body was covered with mud and garbage. Two male pigs lumbered up to her
and sniffed her curiously.
"Hey, maybe they think she's Susie," the farmer said, rubbing his cock until it was stiff
again.
"Okay, then, act like Susie. Come on, bitch, get down on all fours. You know how to
do it."
Everywhere she moved she touched filth. She recoiled from the bristly tough skin of the
pigs as they started to surround her. She wanted to get up and run, but the mud and
shit were too thick to move quickly in.
"I said get down on all fours!" Jack screamed, opening his switchblade again and
pointing it threateningly at Dorothy. She saw no way of escaping and did as she was
told. "Good girl. Hey, Clarke, how the hell do you get those pigs inside of her without
going in yourself and helping them."
"Pigs is smart. Look there. That big 'un. He's comin' up to her now, and I'll bet he
fucks her right off."
Dorothy looked between her hanging, mud-spattered tits and saw what Clarke was
talking about. The animal approached her cautiously, sniffing at her upturned ass with
his large, flat snout. He grunted happily and tried to mount her, but she was too high
off the ground. All he did was push her forward, face-down into the filth of the sty.
"Jesus, get down lower, bitch," Jack called out from the edge of the sty, laughing loudly
as he took several more shots of Dorothy half-buried in the mud. She got up in a half
crouch position and the pig tried again, this time sliding his fat body over hers and
bouncing his stubby, bristly cock against her cuntlips.
"OH NOOOOO!" she cried, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Hey, back into him. He's having trouble getting into you," Jack said. Dorothy did as
she was told at first, rearing back until she felt the tip of the pig's stiff cock brush
against her mud-slicked twatlips. Then something inside her snapped and she shot up
from the mud, scaring all the animals as she ran for the opposite side of the sty. She
was amazed at how fast she moved through the thick filth.
"What the fuck-" Jack looked at her in amazement as she climbed over the wooden
railing and headed out toward the drive. "Goddamn it, Paul, stop her – stop her before
she gets to the road."
"What's she runnin' fer?" Clarke asked amazed.
Dorothy heard footsteps behind her and looked back. Paul was gaining on her as she
was approaching the front gate to the main road.
She prayed silently as she felt Paul's strong hand clamp around her right arm and
throw her to the gravel. Just as she felt him dragging her back to the barnyard Dorothy
heard shouting behind her.
"Let her go!" she heard Nick shout. Then she heard several men yelling and coming
closer. When Dorothy looked up, she saw Nick running toward her with three men
behind her. "Oh my God, what's going on?" he asked as he looked at her in
amazement. All she could do was sob violently, covering his face with her hands in
shame. Then she remembered Beth.
"For God's sake, get a doctor. Beth's in the house and she's bleeding to death."
"What? How? I..."
"Oh my God, don't ask question now. Just get a doctor before she bleeds to death!"
Dorothy repeated. Nick saw that she wasn't lying, and ran to the house.
The rest of the day was a nightmare. The doctor arrived and examined Beth. It didn't
take him too long to figure out what happened. Jack and Paul had disappeared, but old
man Clarke was caught hiding in the barn. Dorothy told Nick what had happened and
watch his face twist in disgust as she sobbed out the entire story.
"Jack and Paul...!" He couldn't go any further.
"My God how many times do I have to tell you? They were in on this deal together.
They've been forcing Beth and me to-to-perform for the past few weeks."
"But you enjoyed doing it, didn't you?" Nick asked violently. "Oh Jesus, get out of here.
I-I – YOU MAKE ME SICK!" he screamed as he jumped up from the kitchen table and
ran outside.
"Oh my God," Dorothy sobbed as she cradled her head in her hands and cried.


Chapter 13

Dorothy didn't go back to her apartment for several weeks. She was too ashamed to
confront Nick. She'd received a brief note three days after the incident at Clarke's farm:
You can pick up your pay anytime next week. I won't be here, But the new girl can
help you.
That was it. No recriminations; no accusations; nothing. Just a simple business note.
She couldn't believe that her life had changed so radically in so short a period of time.
But there she was – alone and without a job. She didn't dare ask Nick for references,
especially after he saw all of Jack's photos.
After they returned from the farm he broke into his son's studio and confiscated all the
pictures, along with the equipment. Dorothy watched in horror as he slowly shuffled
through the large stack of pictures, his face growing darker and darker as he went
deeper into the pile.
Nick notified the police, and his son and Paul were picked up within the day. The last
Dorothy heard was that the boys were undergoing psychiatric treatment in a private
sanitarium while Beth was still recuperating from her horse-fucking.
After two weeks passed Dorothy returned to her apartment from the motel she was
staying at to pack her clothes. She was just about to start packing the dishes when she
heard knocking at her front door. Dorothy opened it and was surprised to see Nick.
"Hello," he said a little shame-faced. Dorothy saw that he was blushing and that he
refused to look her in the face. Well, it didn't surprise her, especially after he knew the
whole story and saw all of Jack's photos.
"I-I didn't expect to see you... again," Dorothy was finally able to say. "Come in. I'm
packing, so the place is a mess."
Nick walked in slowly and closed the door behind him. He still looked at the floor.
"Do you want something to drink. All I've got is some coffee. The rest of the stuff's
packed away in–"
"Listen, Dorothy! It took a lot out of me to come up here, and it's nearly killing me to
talk. So please, just listen." She was surprised at this sudden outburst and wondered
what could be so important to bring him to her apartment.
"You remember what happened at the farm."
He's got to be kidding, she thought.
"I was pretty damned angry with you. But there wasn't really a reason for it."
"What? No reason for it? B-but what happened, Beth, your son, me, the horse–"
Dorothy couldn't go on.
"I guess that didn't come out too well. There was plenty of reason for me to be angry at
that – especially at Clarke and Jack and Paul. I mean, they forced you and Beth to – to
fuck those animals. But I mean, I was angry at you for fucking them just because you
were fucking them, when – OH SHIT, WHEN I'VE BEEN FUCKING THEM
MYSELF!"
Dorothy nearly dropped to the floor! She couldn't believe what she heard. Nick –
fucking animals? It was too unreal!
"You mean to tell me that you've been – screwing animals? When? How? I don't
understand."
Nick looked at her for the first time and smiled weakly. "You sound like my first wife
when she heard the same news. God, I should've never told her. Maybe that's what
killed her, I don't know. As a kid I used to screw the sheep on the ranch in Montana.
So, what else is new, right? I don't know of a rancher out there who hasn't made it with
one animal or another. I thought I'd outgrow it. But Christ! I couldn't leave them
alone. Guess that's why I became a vet instead of a doctor. I tried to control my feelings
in school – and did it, most of the times. Then I started practice, and – and I just
couldn't keep my hands off them."
Dorothy saw that he was struggling to get the words out and reached over to touch his
face. Nick sighed deeply and grabbed her hand gently before he continued.
"Then one night Beth was out. We had a female Irish Setter. My wife was gone at a
bridge party. I tried to watch TV – read the paper – anything, but I kept staring at the
dog. I don't know if she sensed what was on my mind or not. What made it worse was
that she was in heat. We were keeping her in because we didn't want to breed her that
year. Oh Christ, I couldn't stop myself. It seemed like another person who was
unzipping my pants, sliding down my shorts and sticking my cock up the Setter's cunt.
Then it was just like in the movies. My wife walked in just as I was yanking out my
cock. I can still hear her screaming – still see her throwing things at me and the dog.
Oh God!" he cried, covering his face with his hands.
Dorothy stroked his sweating forehead.
"We didn't speak to each other really from then on. Oh, we kept up appearances, but
our marriage was over from that point on. I should've gone to other women, I guess,
but I started fucking more animals. Every damned dog big enough got screwed by me
at the clinic. When she died, it got worse. I couldn't control myself, especially after Beth
left for school. Then you came along, and, well, you changed all that. I guess the whole
moral of this mess is that I shouldn't accuse you of something I've been doing too."
"What should we do," Dorothy said after a long silence. Nick looked up at her and
smiled.
"I'd like to marry you, if you want." Dorothy closed her eyes. She'd been waiting for
that for a long time. "I mean, we'd have to respect each other's – preferences
occasionally."
Dorothy thought of Champion and smiled. What an arrangement! Respectably married
to a loving man and still able to have her dog fuck her whenever she wanted. Dorothy
smiled to herself. At least she wouldn't have to worry., about her husband cheating on
her with other women. She'd know exactly where he'd be when he wasn't with her – at
the clinic.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked nervously.
"Oh God, Nick, I've wanted to hear that from you ever since we've been together."
"How about consummating my proposal with a little kiss?" he asked, getting up from
the chair and walking up to her. Dorothy stretched out her arms, placing her right
hand on his cheek.
He looked at her passionately. Oh God, she felt her cunt contract, something she
hadn't felt in over two weeks, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her
against him. Before she knew it he had her on the floor, her dress off, her bra thrown 
to the other end of the room, and her sheer white silk panties dangling from her left
ankle. She didn't remember him undressing, but there he was, crouched between her
legs, stroking his dark, thick-veined cock.
"UNNNGH! OH YESSS; OH BABY, YESSSS!" Dorothy moaned as she felt his thick
wet lips slide across her swollen tits and clamp around her stiffened nipple. She felt his
tongue swirl around the taut flesh, suck, nibbling, swishing around the puckered skin
until she had to catch her breath. Slowly Nick backed up, sliding his mouth from her tit
to her panting belly, tonguing his way along her sweating flesh to her pussy.
"OH CHRIST! OH FUCK, EAT ME!" Dorothy's clit throbbed and swelled. She needed
him inside her aching cunt. Instead of his cock, however, she felt his tongue probing
her cuntlips, teasingly poking between them but not yet forcing its way into her
quivering snatch. Dorothy felt an almost unbearable itch gripping her clit and she
heaved her hips off the floor, screaming for him to fuck her, to jam his prick deep in
her gut.
"Not yet," he whispered hoarsely.
"Oh God, Nick, fuck me!" she moaned, but he seemed to ignore her pleas. She watched
as his head dove back between her legs. Dorothy opened her mouth again as she felt his
tongue squiggle up toward her clit; she shivered in ecstasy as he touched her clit.
"OOHHHH, WOW, TOUCH IT, OH SHIT! STRUM THAT FUCKER! OH SHIT,
FUCK ME, GODDAMN IT!"
Dorothy screamed, grinding her asscheeks together and screwing them down hard into
the floor as he strummed her clit with his fingers and sucked on it with his mouth.
Before she knew it, he was back on top of her, and his cock was sliding into her
without any resistance. Her cuntal walls closed around his thick, long prickshaft and
squeezed it tightly.
"OH SHIT, NICK!" Dorothy shrieked. "OH GOD, HONEY! POUND MY CUNT!
GNNNN-UGH! OH, GOD, I CANT BELIEVE IT! UUHHHH! I'VE NEVER FELT
LIKE THIS, EVEN WITH YOU IN ME BEFORE! OH FUCK! FUCK! CRAM IT IN!
JAM IT!" Dorothy felt like a bitch in heat, twisting, bucking, thrashing around on the
carpeted living-room floor as Nick slammed his raging cock harder and harder into her
quivering pussy.
Nick's breathing became heavier and turned to gasps as he became more excited.
"COME IN ME, LOVER! OH SHIT, SHOOT YOUR LOAD DEEP IN MY PUSSY!
OH GOD, FUCK ME GOOD!"
Saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes and drilled his cock
deeper and deeper into her sucking pussy. He groaned, then leaned forward, clamping
his mouth hard on top of hers, forcing his thick tongue past her teeth, shoving it
forward and inward into her hot mouth. Dorothy pictured his slick, swollen, heavily
veined and throbbing cock sliding in and out ox her cunt as she fought his tongue with
hers.
Her cunt became more constricted as her orgasm approached. She felt her cunt muscles
grip his cock suddenly, then quiver as the first spasms of her come shook her body.
Nick pounded more furiously, his balls slapping noisily against Dorothy's upturned
asscheeks as she writhed and twisted on her back, hunching her hips up to the
plunging cock as more spasms of orgasm racked her aching snatch.
"GGGNNNUUUGGHHHH! NICK! OH FUCK, I'M COMING. OH GOD! JAM IT!
FASTER! GIVE ME THAT COCK! RAM IT UP MY TWAT! OH SHIT, I WANT
MORE! MORE! OHHHH FUCK!"
Nick grunted as he speared his long prickshaft in and out of her juicing fuck tunnel His
hips banged against Dorothy's hairy cunt as he shoved his dick in again and again.
"OH SHIT, DOROTHY! JESUS! I'M COMING! I CAN FEEL IT COMING NOW!
OH GOD!"
Dorothy screamed and hunched her back off the carpet while her fingers dug deep into
his back. She thrashed and wriggled as Nick panted heavily, firing his thick load of cum
deep into her pussy.
"Oh Christ, Nick, you don't know how much I've wanted," Dorothy gasped as she ran
her fingers lightly over his sweaty shoulders.
"About as much as I wanted you," he admitted, leaning forward and kissing her lips
lightly.
"Thank God you decided to come on over before I left," Dorothy said. She was glad
that he'd fucked her; but now another feeling rose in her. She didn't know why, but she
wanted Champion in her too. Dorothy wondered if Nick would object to it. Maybe she
should wait until he left. Then somehow she could sneak past the new girl and get the
dog out and–
"Hey, how about really celebrating," Nick said enthusiastically.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know Champion's still in his cage down at the clinic, all alone. He's been
pretty mopey since you've gone. His owner seems to have skipped town, and I hate to
turn him over to the Pound. He'd make a great – pet – for you, as I think you know."
Dorothy blushed.
Nick still had his cock buried between her slick pussy walls and knew that she was all
for the idea.
"And guess what? There's a bitch Setter that's just come in today – just like the one I
had at home. You wouldn't mind if I – well, you know."
Dorothy looked up at him and smiled. She squeezed her snatch against Nick's prick as
if to say yes. He smiled broadly and withdrew his flaccid cock.
"But what about the new girl? Won't she suspect something when you take out the two
dogs and bring them up here?" Dorothy asked as she watched him dress quickly.
"What new girl?"
"Why, the one you said you hired in your note. I thought..."
Nick laughed as he slipped his shirt over his broad shoulders. "That was just to get to
you. I haven't hired anybody since you left. If nothing else, I had to take you back to
straighten my office. It's a real first-class mess."
"You sonofabitch!" Dorothy said jokingly as Nick disappeared out the front door. He
looked more anxious than she was. In a few minutes he returned with Champion and
the Setter.
"Dorothy, meet Lady. Lady, Dorothy. I think you two'll be seeing a lot of each other
from now on."
"Oh, Nick, she's beautiful," Dorothy said, stroking the Setter behind the ears as
Champion danced happily around her. He nosed her nipples, licked her tits, and
shoved his snout in between her crossed legs as if he wanted to crawl into her pussy.
"Looks like somebody's happy to see you," he said as he unzipped his pants again and
started stroking his flaccid cock. In seconds it was stiff and rigid again.
"Oh, Nick, I want to see you fucking her. Oh shit, I'm getting hot just thinking about
it."
Nick grinned at Dorothy and called the Setter over to him. She raised her eyebrows as
she watched the bitch obediently turn around, shoving her hairy cunt in his face. It was
obvious that this wasn't the first time Nick had been screwing the dog.
Dorothy leaned against the back of the couch and spread her legs wide apart, inviting
Champion to start licking. Nick faced her so that he could watch the shepherd tongue
her snatch while he jammed his cock in the Setter's cunt.
"Come on, boy, lick Dorothy's twat," she cooed, grinding her buttocks together. The
dog moved up quickly and pushed his tongue against her aching cunt.
"Ooooh, Champion! Oh God, that feels good! UUUUMMMM!" Dorothy closed her
eyes and gave herself up to the shepherd's expert tonguing. It was better than Beth –
almost better than Nick. She opened her eyes and saw her future husband's head buried
on the Setter's ass. The dog was panting heavily, and Dorothy guessed that Nick was
eating the Setter's cunt.
"Oh God, Champion, lick me, lick me GOOOOOOD!"
"Jesus Christ, she's almost as tight as you are," Nick called out from the other end of
the room, smiling at her.
"Fuck her now. I want to see your cock jammed in that bitch's cunt; I want to watch
you jam your prick in her pussy," Dorothy moaned as Champion licked her juicing
cunt faster and faster. Nick moved the dog so that Dorothy would get a good view of
his prick sinking into her furry snatch.
"Okay, baby, right now," Nick said as he clamped his hands around the Setter's
haunches and aimed the tip of his jerking cockshaft at her twatlips. He touched the tip
of his prickhead against the dog's cunt, then lunged forward, burying the entire length
of his dick inside the whining animal.
"Ohhh, MY GOD!" Dorothy screamed, her cunt twitching violently as she watched him
fuck the bitch. Nick left his swollen cock buried in the Setter for a few minutes until the
animal seemed to get used to the sudden invasion. Then he started pumping his
muscular hips slowly back and forth, sliding his prick in and out of the dog's cunt.
Dorothy watched as more and more of his cock became visible as his fucking increased
in speed.
"UNNNNGH! I WANT TO SEE YOU GET FUCKED!" Nick cried out, his head
thrown back in ecstasy. Champion's licking had nearly driven Dorothy to climax. She
pushed the dog gently away as she crouched down on all fours and wriggled her ass at
the shepherd. The dog barked happily as he saw her old familiar cunt.
"Watch, watch me, Nick," Dorothy called out as she felt Champion leap up on her
thighs and wrap his furry paws around her belly. She reached under her sweating
thighs and wrapped her fingers around his knotty cock.
Champion lunged forward, burying his red-pointed prick deep in her fuck tunnel.
Champion began driving his cock in and out of her pussy, increasing his speed as
Dorothy clamped and released her cuntal muscles. She felt his hairy belly slam against
her ass, and the fur on his sheath tickled the lips of her twat.
"GGGGNNNGUGH!" Dorothy moaned, swaying from side to side. She opened her
eyes and saw Nick slamming his cock against the Setter's panting body. His balls
swayed crazily under the dog's ass as he banged his groin hard against her cunt.
Dorothy then looked back between her tits. She could see the dog's long red prick each
time he pulled it out. It glistened now with her cuntjuice. His heavy furry balls swung
back and forth as he speared her again and again with his hot dick.
"OH JEEEESUS. FUCK ME GOOD, CHAMPION! UNNNGH! MORE, OH SHIT,
JAB IT DEEP IN ME!" Dorothy felt Champion's tongue drip spittle on her naked back
as she swirled her ass on the stabbing cock. She thought she could feel the hot pointed
end of his prickshaft bang against her uterus. It seemed to send tingles of delight
through her body. As she wriggled her cunt on Champion's prick, she felt herself
building up to a bigger climax than she'd had with Nick.
"OH CHAMPION, OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! ARRRGH!" Nick watched
as he felt his jism boiling up in his balls. His throbbing cock ached for satisfaction, and
he knew that he was about to blow his wad into the bitch Setter's cunt any second. He
was straining every muscle to keep from shooting until Dorothy came.
"FUCK ME, CHAMPION, OH SHIT, FUCK ME, YOU SONOFABITCH
MOTHERFUCKER! OH SHIIIIT!" The dog's hunching picked up even more speed
and he was hammering frenziedly at her cunt, cramming his cockshaft against her
swollen twatlips. He whimpered and whined desperately. Nick knew that the two of
them were about to come.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OOOOOOOOH! UUUNNNGH! JJEEESSSUSS! ARRRGH!"
Dorothy backed against him, rocking in rhythm with his pistoning prick. She felt the
dog's cock swell inside her. Then wads of hot doggy cum were gushing into her,
spewing against her twitching cuntal walls. That was all she needed. Dorothy exploded
in climax, shaking and writhed and twitching as she gasped for breath between her
screams of ecstasy. Nick saw Champion's cum ooze out from her cuntlips and felt the
explosion beginning in his aching balls.
"OOOOH SHIT! FUCK, FUCK! I'M COMING! OH CHRIST, DOROTHY, I'M
SHOOTING MY WAD!" Nick dug his fingers hard into the Setter's back as he felt
globs of his thick white cum spurt into the whining dog's cunt.
"OH MY GOD, OH HOLY JEEEESUS!" Nick screamed as he collapsed on top of the
dog. Dorothy fell on her face in exhaustion as Champion fired his last wad into her
cunt.
It was several minutes before Dorothy got up from the floor and crawled over to Nick.
"All right, honey?" He opened one eye and looked up at her and smiled.
"Jesus, you're one hell of a fuck," he said, pulling her gently down next to him. "I don't
know who you like better – me or that dog."
"You should talk. If I remember correctly, you were hunching up to that Setter pretty
well."
Nick laughed and propped himself on his elbows, drawing Dorothy's face toward his
and kissing her gently on the lips.
"Hey, you notice something? The dogs – where are they?" Dorothy looked around and
saw that they'd disappeared.
"Well, they couldn't have gotten out, unless they can open doors." Just then she heard
growling coming from her bedroom. "Come on. I hear something coming from the
next room."
Nick got up and walked in behind Dorothy. Both of them saw Champion perched on
top of Lady, his big paws wrapped around her body while his red cock jabbed at her
exposed pussy.
"Well, it looks like the dogs occasionally like each other," Nick said, walking up behind
Dorothy and wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt him slide them down to her
cunt until they glided lightly over her busy mound.
"Well, what do you think?" Dorothy said, breaking loose from Nick's gently grip and
reaching back for his hand. She pulled him gently to the bed. As she lay down, Dorothy
looked over and watched Champion hunching his hindquarters more desperately as he
was reaching his climax. Her cunt began to ache again. She wanted something stuffed
in her twat. Nick looked at her, and his cock jerked up almost instantly into a full
erection.
"When in Rome–" He jumped on the bed and pinned her arms against the pillows. In
the background Dorothy could hear Champion growling and knew that he was coming.
Nick heard Lady whine desperately and knew she was climaxing.
"Come on," Dorothy said throatily, lifting her legs high in the air. She felt Nick's cock
bounce against her upturned ass as his tongue shot deep into her hot, wet mouth. Just
as his prick sank between her sensitive cuntlips with a loud squishing noise Dorothy
heard the two dogs growling and whining.
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! she kept repeating silently to herself as Nick's prick sank
deeper and deeper in her juicy cunt.


THE END
