MOTHER'S LOVING DOG
By John Kellerman


Foreword

Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth
is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is
particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex openly, and
usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual
privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual
behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most
of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is
frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in
our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, and just as importantly, admitting their
desires to themselves, people find out how truly normal they are, and learn to feel
comfortable with themselves and with others.
In Mother's Loving Dog, we see the sexual development of a mother and a daughter.
One is just discovering her sexuality, the other is finally facing up to hers. It is a story
which many of us should be able to relate to, a story with an important lesson for us
all.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Why did that damn tingle in her cunt always seem worse in the evening? She was a
mature woman, she could control her emotions, couldn't she? Rhonda went to the
liquor cabinet and made herself another drink... not quite so much Scotch this time
around. She didn't want to turn into an alcoholic. Mother would be ringing in an hour
or so and she'd have to take up a glass of warm milk and a few saltines. She'd have to
tuck the old woman in with some words of encouragement or trite nineteenth-century
philosophy of inspirational value. Mother thought that because her daughter had been
to college she was capable of instant wit. When mother expected, Rhonda performed.
Was there any other way for a woman in her thirties with a teenaged daughter and no
visible or invisible means of support. It might have been easier if
Doug had lived. Only easier, not better. Doug had been an asshole up to the very day
the plane had crashed. He'd been so close to making it, or at least that had been his
claim. That strange, throbbing tingle came again and Rhonda leaned against the back of
the divan and looked at the ice cube in her drink. So insistent, that feeling. It began
along the insides of her thighs like some tiny electric shock, building until her cuntlips,
her asscheeks, her belly all grew heavy and flushed.
"Sex..." Rhonda sipped Scotch. It wasn't like there was any mystery she couldn't solve.
It just happened to be her cycle. Two-week cycles as steady as clockwork. The last few
days were always on the verge of being miserable. And then release. It would happen
tonight, or the next night. Rhonda hoped it would be tonight. She prayed it would be
tonight, though the anticipation frightened her, too. The dreams were always so vivid,
so carnal... even vulgar sometimes. She had not even considered such acts, hardly heard
them talked about in whispers except in her early high school days. That'd been so long
ago. Rhonda found that her hand was shaking. She put the drink down on a side table
and began to untie one of her long, brown braids. Mother never liked to see her in
braids. She thought it smacked of something vaguely bohemian. And so to appease her
on the last visit of the day, Rhonda gave in to this peculiarity.
"Ohhh...!" She closed her eyes until the tickling, burning itch had faded some. Her cunt
felt hot, very moist. When she moved her hips slightly the velvet surfaces rubbed
together and more hot juice seeped out. This was the worst it had been in a long time,
maybe the worst ever. She realized she was thinking of the whole thing like it was an
attack. Rhonda laughed, picked up her drink again.
An attack of horniness, that's all. She hadn't been to bed with a man in three years. She
didn't plan to change that either. With Shari around it was just too complicated, too
embarrassing, too... awkward. And what would she have even if she could bring herself
to date? Some junior exec on the make, or a poormouth widower coming to seek solace
in the arms of a widow. There were a lot of married men around too, looking for a little
strange pussy. Rhonda walked to the yawning fireplace.
"Why am I so damned proud!" But she was. After one very mediocre experience with a
husband, she felt above dipping into the barrel again. All men were of doubtful
character as far as she was concerned, some more doubtful than others. Why take a
chance on getting one that was maybe only half-bad when in the end he would play the
same tricks, torture her with the same deceits and lies that Doug had used.
Rhonda looked at her wristwatch. Shari was late again. Another problem that seemed to
hang around her waking life, seemed to grow worse. Shari had just turned sixteen and
was becoming frighteningly beautiful, too beautiful. She was getting to be very
independent too. She thought about things that embarrassed Rhonda to death and it
was often difficult to answer her questions with anything approaching objectivity. At
least she had been able to hold her daughter's dates down to one a month. Tonight the
Wills boy had taken her to a small party. There would be refreshments, soft drinks,
Rhonda had been assured. There would be parental supervision too. Rhonda finished
her Scotch, paced the room. Maybe she should call. Find out if Craig Wills and Shari
had started back yet. But no, it would only irritate Shari. Rhonda didn't want more
friction between them now that they were entering a very delicate period of their
relationship. She'd wait for now, she'd...
"Coming, mother," she muttered to the rasping buzzer. Rhonda went to the kitchen,
prepared her mother's tray, and started upstairs with it. On the second-floor landing
she had to pause, close her eyes. The friction of her cuntlips over the swollen nub of her
clitoris as she'd climbed the stairs had become excruciating. She had even felt
shamefully near an orgasm. Rhonda had never intentionally caused herself to have an
orgasm. Even the word sounded clinical and not quite acceptable for someone to mouth
outside of some psychiatrist's office. Maybe shrinks prescribed orgasms nowadays. She'd
heard of something like that... a doctor taking care of a patient himself. Rhonda smiled,
saw herself going into a psychiatrist's office. "I think I need two today, Doctor..." How
silly. But her breathing was shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. She felt shakier
than usual, not really herself at all. From the far end of the hall, Tundra padded toward
her, tail erect, ears slanted forward. Rhonda cringed. She always cringed around her
mother's dog. There was something about the animal, something which verged on the
primal. Tundra always seemed out of control. He was a two-year-old male husky, a
beautiful dog really, but wolf-like in his proud manner. Rhonda couldn't make him
mind at all, though strangely enough her mother was able to chasten him with a single,
sharp word. Why had mother wanted such an animal in the first place? It was beyond
good reason. Mother's romantic ideas about wilderness and dying species and all that
kind of thing, perhaps. Rhonda had tried to convince her that huskies were not a dying
breed, but mother had made up her mind. She'd tried again to get her mother to
relinquish the pet when she had taken ill and the doctor had confined her to bed, but
by then the old woman had become attached to the dog. Rhonda collected herself and
started down the hall with the tray.
"Down, Tundra, down!" The dog swarmed around her legs. She felt a damp nose on
her calf and then again halfway up a thigh. "Bad dog... get away!" Tundra paced
alongside her all the way to her mother's door.
"Put my milk here, please, thank you." Her mother rarely looked at her, seemed
interested only in the abstractions of how her big house was being tended. "Did you call
about the painting I want done?"
"Not yet, Mother."
"We really should get that taken care of before the summer is over. And I want the roof
checked for loose shingles." Rhonda watched her mother sip from the glass. There was
something disgusting about watching an old woman drink milk. There was something
disgusting about her mother, Rhonda decided. She decided this afresh each night she
brought the tray.
"Goodnight, Mother."
"Be sure and close my door so Tundra won't wander back in and wake me." Her
mother made a ridiculous saccharine face at the pet. "You love me better than anyone,
don't you, Tundra?" The dog whistled through its nose and gave a bark. Rhonda started
out with the tray. When Tundra followed, she closed the bedroom door. The dog made
a muted growling noise in his throat and nosed between Rhonda's legs.
"No...!" She slapped downward, but Tundra ducked back. She was halfway down the
hall when she felt his nose slide between her moving thighs and bump the underside of
her cuntal mound. She tried to kick at him but he swirled behind easily and Rhonda
felt his hot breath on the tender inner surfaces of her thighs. She felt oddly giddy,
weakened. What was it that made him touch her like that? Because she was excited
sexually? Yes, that had to be it. He was just a dog. It was silly to blame him for...
"Tundra... get back!" The darkened hallway swirled and she stumbled down the wall,
bumped into a coiner. Tundra pressed close behind. He was licking her now, licking the
softness behind each knee, wetting her with that swathing tongue. Oh god, it felt... She
didn't dare turn to face him.
This was awful! She had to get downstairs. She had to get another drink and maybe
walk out to the fishpond in the garden behind the house. But Tundra had cornered her.
It was so weird, dreamlike. When she knew there was no escape in her dreams, she
would awaken with a scream exploding in her throat. But now she couldn't scream. Too
much Scotch. That was it, she was just a little drunk and Tundra was being his usual
affectionate self. Or was it becoming more than that? Tundra's nose pushed hotly
against her cuntal mound again. She felt the sheer nylon of her panties being pressed
up between the puffy lips of her cunt.
"Tundra... ohhhh...!" Why was she so weak? Why were her shoulders shaking so? And
that swelling ball of heat in her belly. She was panting. Panting like a dog. Rhonda
grasped frantically at the light fixture mounted on the wall. Tundra boldly butted her
thighs further apart with his head and began to swath his tongue over her asscheeks.
Rhonda felt the silken material of her panties quickly soaked, felt the roughness of the
dog's tongue through it.
"This is horrible," she gasped, her words sounding so small, so lost in that great empty
hallway. She could smell herself now, smell the musky cuntal juice that seemed to flood
from her body. Tundra liked it, he was after that, nothing else. It was an awful,
unfortunate accident. He was just a dog. A carnal, primal lusting animal. She hated
him. She just couldn't help herself for hating him.
"Tundra, bad dog. Bad!" But the dog's tongue lapped noisily at her crotch. She felt the
dampened nylon being stretched away from her body, felt the surface of Tundra's hot
tongue graze one exposed lip of her cunt. Gasping from the unbelievable tickle, Rhonda
thrust her hands down to cover the exposed flesh. The dog licked her fingers, nuzzled
at them with hot eagerness.
"Ohhh no, god nooo!" She turned suddenly, faced him, one hand raised. Tundra
jumped back easily from her weak blow. And when he plunged through her defenses
the next time, he went right to the object of his desires. The sudden, scalding pressure
of his powerful tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart almost brought her to her knees.
She felt the soaked nylon being pushed aside, stretched with wetness. Tundra growled
low in his throat and braced his paws on the carpet as he pressed up and in. Her knees
shook. One wet lick rubbed over her clitoris and Rhonda bit blood from her bottom lip.
What was she allowing to happen? Had she lost her mind? A dog... a goddamned dog!
Nothing seemed real any more, nothing seemed to make sense. She'd never heard of
anything like this... well, she had heard of it... of dogs who licked women. But Rhonda
always thought of such things as merely vulgar jokes, of something men made up to
degrade the image of women. Tundra pressed harder. She felt the cheeks of her ass tight
against the corner. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't seem to make him stop.
Rhonda raised her hand again and this time when Tundra ducked back, she pushed
herself forward, staggered awkwardly toward the stairwell. He couldn't do it on the
stairs. It was hard enough just to descend, hard enough for her, too. Again she felt his
body bump her legs, felt the brush of his nose.
"Get away, you bad dog!"
Rhonda ran across the huge front room. She was panicked now, pursued. Tundra's
paws padded after her. Yes, they were supposed to be very intelligent dogs. Part wolf
and with a wolfs cunning. They could be mean, too. She had seen Tundra once in a
barking fit when a seedy-looking character had been poking around in the driveway. It
had been all she could do to keep the dog from bursting through the screen door. She
shuddered to think of what might have happened. Tundra closed on her, nipped at her
ankle. He hadn't bit, but the sharp brush of his teeth there made her choke with fear.
Rhonda stumbled, fell sliding across the marble floor of the entranceway. Tundra
pounced, his paw braced on her thighs as he nuzzled at her ass. She turned onto her
back, clamped her thighs together as she beat at him. Tundra growled. Not loud
enough for anyone to hear. Rhonda heard it. The smallest suggestion of ferocity, a
warning. Was he that smart, this dog? Was he that subtle? She chilled and had to look
away from his eyes, from the bared fangs. Tundra began to lick her again. Her dress
was up around her belly, and he licked her there, wet her navel and the bottom of her
ribcage. She was on her elbows watching him with fear and confusion. Her cunt ached
from the tension of desire she had felt for the past week and from the sudden, wet
attack from Tundra. To be excited by a dog? Yes, she was. Just friction, merely the rub
of one wet surface against another. She couldn't be expected to remain stoic while a
mouth was pushed against her cunt... even if it was a dog's mouth. Rhonda had the
distinct but fleeting sensation that she was losing her mind.
"Back! Get back!" Tundra growled again but moved back. It was simply showing them
who was boss. Rhonda pushed shakily to her feet. She heard Tundra follow her to the
liquor cabinet but pretended to be unaware of his presence. As she poured herself
another Scotch, the dog nuzzled lightly between her thighs and whined.
"No! Bad dog!" When her words had no effect, she ignored the touch. She tried to
ignore it. She took her drink and went to the divan. She wasn't going to be intimidated
by a dog! But when she sat down, Tundra positioned himself between her knees and
began to lick them tenderly. It was that tenderness, that gentle wet brush of his
affection that made her close her eyes tight and squeeze the cold glass in her palm.
"Oh god... please don't... ohhh." The dog's tongue explored higher, along the insides of
her thighs again. Why did it feel so devastating? It was like the wicked imaginings
during her high school days when she was tempted to touch herself, to finger her cunt.
Mother had been ready for that, had caught her doing it and punished her so severely
that Rhonda couldn't possibly consider the act now. In her entire life she had never
brought herself to climax. She had left that little chore to Doug. And yes, it had become
a chore to him after the first six months of newly wedded bliss. The bliss had been over
the first month.
Tundra was trying to reach her drenched panties again. His tongue stretched, brushed
the narrow band of nylon. Unbelievably she moved down on the divan cushion, pushed
her hips forward. Tundra whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side to
side. The nylon pressed hard against her inner cuntlips, forcing them wide. Rhonda
heard her glass hit the rug, the jangle of spilling ice cubes. She wasn't really doing this.
It was all a mistake, an accident, an unfortunate coincidence that Tundra and the had
fallen into together. In a little bit she might even wake to... No! It wasn't a dream! She
knew that much. Rhonda caught the dog's head in her hands and started pushing him
away from her spit-soaked cunt. He started the low growl in his throat again. His eyes
slitted, ears went back.
"You can't, Tundra, you just can't!" Oh, how could her mother command the dog so
easily? Tundra opened his mouth wide and pressed his white fangs into the flesh of her
thigh. He wasn't biting, just showing her that he could. The keen cut of those teeth
sinking in, pressing back the tendons and muscles... Rhonda sucked a ragged breath.
Tundra let go for the flash of a second and bit higher on her thigh. The flush of her
skin, the burning explosion of nerves being raked at so sensitive a spot on her body
made Rhonda's heart pound in her chest. The dog insinuated his strong shoulders
further between her knees. She felt them being pushed apart, let it happen. She tasted
the blood from her lip, wanted to punish herself for letting things keep happening like
they were. It was the tingly weakness she felt, that weakness she always experienced
when she surfaced from one of her dreams. She always climaxed just as she was
awakening, just as reality blended with the twisted and bizarre images of her
unconscious. Images no more bizarre than having a dog lick her cunt. She sobbed,
rolled to her side on the couch. The sloppy nylon twisted, pulled into a twisted rope
that fell to the side and exposed the swollen lips of her cunt. Tundra grunted with
excitement and lunged at the glistening, tender surfaces that had been peeled open as
Rhonda tried to escape.
"Ohhhh...!" Tundra seemed maddened, aroused more than ever. He gouged his claws
against her thighs and plunged his long nose up and down against the flooded slick
folds. She could see that her own hot juice was wetting the fur around his mouth. His
black nostrils glistened with it. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, parted the
hot cleft, bathed her clitoris again and again.
Rhonda extended one leg, pointed her toes. The excruciating tickle was becoming
worse. She was building steadily toward an orgasm, and yet she couldn't seem to grasp
the meaning of it all. Her mind was overloaded with the lusty rub of Tundra's mouth,
her senses reeled with the hungry need to increase the stimulation that was making her
cunt tickle so. She put a shaky hand down to her cuntal mound, felt how soaked she
was, felt Tundra's tongue lap her fingers, and the tender places between them. When
she dragged her fingers up her belly they made streaks. The streaks dried and increased
the heat of her rushing climax. It was going to be lovely... it was lovely... it was...
Awful! It was horrible, beastly! "Get away!" she screamed, plummeting over the edge of
the divan, crawling on all fours across the carpet. Tundra lunged over her back, dove
his head between her legs again. Her panties were pulled into a tangled, twisted rope
between the cheeks of her ass and Tundra wet her there, too, nipping her shivering
flesh with his teeth. Rhonda was crawling for the downstairs bathroom. She saw the
light through the door, banged her head as an arm gave under her. She was halfway
inside now as Tundra yipped and danced at her feet. She dragged herself forward on her
stomach. Her cunt was almost completely exposed now and the dog made one last
move, pushed part of his black muzzle into the slit of her cunt.
"Uuuuhhhh!" Rhonda kicked his head out of the bathroom, wedged the door shut. She
stood up quickly, clung to the edge of the wash basin. There was a steady pulsing itch
in her cunt. Her pussylips were red and hot and her clit seemed to burn like a tiny, red
jewel.
"I won't touch myself," she babbled, afraid to look at herself in the mirror. "I won't, I
won't, I won't..." The pulses in her cunt continued, drawing life from her, it seemed.
She rocked her hips slowly at first, and as the subtle friction of her inner cuntal surfaces
rubbed against the partly hooded clit-tip she moved them faster.
It wasn't the same as masturbating. How could it be since she wasn't finger-fucking
herself or anything like that. Rhonda's head drooped. Her eyes glazed and felt out of
focus. She had both hands on the edge of the sink now, feet wide apart on the linoleum
floor. But the friction wasn't as good that way and she brought her legs closer, closer...
"Huuuuhhhhh... aaahhhh!" It was too good. It was wrong to have it so good. She
wanted to stop, was crying now with tears on her cheeks to stop but couldn't. That dog!
That damned dog! He'd started it, chased her through the house, licking. "Ohhhh...!"
With her thighs tight together, Rhonda dipped and plunged and wiggled her ass. The
weight of her plump asscheeks added to the sensations around her cunt. She was
moving so fast that a sweat broke out on her upper lip. She felt the hot dampness under
each tit, a streak of drool at the corner of her mouth. She was coming... yessss. Silly
word, wasn't it? Where was she coming from anyway? Coming from hell into heaven or
vice versa? "Come..." The touch of it over her lips brought new heat to her cunt. The
sound was wet there, the slick click of the folds and petals and lumps of squishy, darkly
pigmented flesh. And then the throes cut through her like a jolt of white heat. It was a
beautiful word... come.
"Come... come..." she gasped, one hand slipping down her belly, clutching at the tight
mat of her pubic hair. "Nooo... I won't!" The trembling finger stopped an inch away
from the swollen-open cuntlips. "I won't masturbate... I haven't sunk that low yet..."
Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body. She swayed like someone drunk. She was a
little drunk. Rhonda giggled with pleasure, was immediately ashamed of herself... and
just as immediately forgot everything as the pounding rage of carnal release reached its
peak. Her knees gave way and she sank slowly, crying to the bathroom floor. Her
fingers reached to plow in the mushy heat of her cunt.
"Nooo... oh it's so good... it's going to kill me!" And somehow, some way she kept from
touching her cunt as the fire stormed down her thighs, up her belly, encasing her flesh
in radiant thrills.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was on the floor, her head against the side of the
bathtub. She snaked the soaked panties off her legs, skinned off her jersey and turned
on the cold spray of the shower. She concentrated on the icy spray, concentrated on the
pain it inflicted on her sleepy afterglow. Rhonda felt shame and confusion and most of
all impatience with herself. She was thirty-seven. She was too old for such idiotic
behavior. Something out of the ordinary had happened. A momentary relapse. She
turned and let the cold water flood over her tits and belly. She was still a little drunk.
And she wanted to get maybe a little bit drunker. If she didn't have some more Scotch
she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Even though the dream wouldn't happen now. Tundra had seen to that and she had
helped it along at the last.
"Thank god I didn't touch myself." Her words echoed in the tiled room. She worked
soap over the skin where the dog had licked. "I'll kill that animal if he goes after me
again. I'll kill him with a poker, so help me!" Rhonda was surprised at the vicious
tremble in her voice. But when she had dried and come out with a towel wrapped
around her body, Tundra merely looked at her from his place at the foot of the big
leather chair. Rhonda made herself another Scotch and picked up the phone. It was past
ten. She was worried sick about Shari.


Chapter 2

Shari stopped with her panties at her knees. She felt giddy, kind of spaced and high.
Diane gave her a questioning look. Diane was her very best friend in all the world.
"So what's wrong, Shari?"
"Don't know. Thought I heard somebody coming..."
Diane looked impatient. "The door's locked. Anyway this is my room. Nobody in our
house ever comes in without knocking."
"The boys might wonder where we-"
"Shit." Diane shook her head. "Those guys? I think all they like to do is play ping pong.
They're probably making big quarter bets on the next game right now..."
Shari took a breath, smiled. "Maybe you're right."
"You said you wanted me to show you." Diane shrugged. "So take 'em off and I will."
"I know this is funny, since you and I are such close friends and all but... I'm a little
embarrassed." Shari was surprised to see her friend lift her own dress and peel her brief
panties down over her knees.
"I can show you on myself but all girls aren't built exactly alike..."
Shari knew she was blushing violently. To cover her shock, she stepped on out of her
own panties and wadded them in a silky ball. Diane was bent over herself, probing in
the brown fur at her cunt. With a sticky little sound her outer cuntlips came open and
Diane beamed.
"See, there's this little kind of covering." She prodded at the shiny, red flesh. Shari
knew that she was built a little different now that she'd seen Diane. Her own cunt was
pinker, like the inside of a conch shell. Pink and soppy wet. Even wetter than Diane
looked. Diane fingered the tiny nubbin of flesh and smiled up. "That's my clit, see? You
got one too. Unless you're really a boy in disguise." The notion made Shari giggle.
"No, I think I have one likes yours. Only smaller."
"It gets big," offered Diane, "when you rub it." Shari parted her knees so that her cunt
opened. She was almost completely hairless and could see her cuntal slit very easy. Her
hairlessness was another embarrassment to her. It seemed she had picked up some
genetic trait from her father. Rhonda had hair. Lots of it. Nice, brown, female hair.
Shari brushed her fingers over the downy, plump cuntlips between her spread thighs.
Gingerly she pried her slit open and looked into it. The tiny pink bump swam in a
flood of juice. She knew she was juicy because Diane and her had been talking a lot
about sex and how men were built and how girls were built and how a girl went about
bringing herself off. Shari had never finger-fucked herself. Masturbated was how they
put it in books. Shari didn't like that word. It was an ugly word and it felt ugly in her
mouth. "Come" was nicer. She wondered how one spelled "come". "Cum" or "come".
Maybe the noun was "cum" and the experience was "come". So only boys made "cum".
That sticky stuff (Diane had told her) that came from the end of their cocks.
Diane was leaning closer to her. "Yeah, you got one... see!"
Shari put her finger down, touched the tiny bead of her clit. A small shock cut through
her loins. She took a shuddery breath, licked her bottom lip. She felt wrong, suddenly
wrong. Her mother, Rhonda, had said something once. When she was a small girl in
the bathtub playing, playing... Rhonda had come in and said something. Shari couldn't
remember exactly what the words had been. But she knew that because of that one
time, it made her feel funny to even think of touching her cunt. But she dared to touch
it again now. Diane smiled.
"Doesn't that feel far out?"
"Yeah..." Shari was surprised at the shaky quality of her voice.
"Sometimes I squirt a little baby oil on it, you know? Then I work it around in circles
with a couple of fingers... at the same time. Both hands when I really get hot. Jesus, just
talking about it makes me want to do it again."
"And you don't get sick?"
Diane frowned at her. "Get sick? Aw heck no, it makes me feel great!"
"What about afterwards. Don't you feel like maybe you did something... wrong?"
Diane shook her head. "Not me. I just feel dreamy and warm. I usually stick a pillow
between my legs then and drift right off." She sighed, let her finger stray between her
cuntlips again. Shah glanced enviously at her friend's fluffy red cuntal hair. It was the
exact shade of the hair on her head and the way it fringed her slit, the way it made a
neat little triangle there below her belly seemed awful sexy.
"I sure wish I had more... you know, hair."
"It's because you're so blonde, Shari. I mean you're a true blonde. Blondes don't have
much body hair sometimes. It depends on what genes you inherited, I guess."
Shari could smell the young heat of her body, that vaguely pungent muskiness that
came up from "the soft parts between her thighs. Even when she bathed, the muskiness
came back again in a few hours. Actually, she liked the smell, though she hadn't told
anyone at all, not even Diane. She liked a lot of things that were happening to her the
past few years. She had wanted to ask her mother about so much but always felt as if
Rhonda didn't really like to discuss such matters. Diane looked at her with curiosity.
"It seems funny that you never... oh, you know... fooled around with your cunt before."
Diane shrugged. "Like in the tub or something."
Shari shook her head. "I just thought I maybe shouldn't. I've looked a couple of times,
that's all."
Diane laughed. "You know Billie Ann Stewart? Well her aunt showed her how to
finger-fuck and then she showed me. I was thirteen. I been doing it since junior high
and I do it at least three times a week and I don't feel sick or anything." Shari watched
her red-headed friend walk to the dresser and come back with a small bottle. She
admired Diane's tits, the way they were growing so full and heavy on her narrow chest.
Her own tits seemed like they would never mature. Even at sixteen they only made soft
swells on her body and the nipples were tiny and baby pink. Diane's nipples were dark
fingers that jutted sexily out from the equally dark circles of flesh surrounding them.
Diane uncapped the bottle. "It's just some oil. Want to watch me?"
"I don't... know. I guess so..." Shari swallowed a lump of excitement. Already Diane was
sprinkling drops of baby oil onto her fingertips. With one hand she peeled the outer
lips of her cunt back while she massaged the slick fluid into the steamy crevice. It
sounded squishy and wet and Shari experienced a sympathetic thrill in her own cunt as
the fleshy nubbin of Diane's clit rose from its hood. Diane licked her lips, half shut her
eyes.
"I wish boys knew how to feel a girl up like this. Barney acts like he's trying to change
a spark plug sometimes and he doesn't kiss much better."
"How do you... do it?" Shari let her own cunt go closed, sniffed a fingertip.
"Get the oil there... try it yourself."
Shari blushed. "Maybe I shouldn't..."
"Oh go on. It's really far out, Shari... ohhhh wow, is it ever!" Diane leaned back on the
bed, parted her legs more. She was using her middle finger and Shari noticed that she
rubbed it way down her slit and brought it slowly back up... pausing each time to give a
lingering tickle to her clit. As far as Shari could tell there was no hint of the opening of
Diane's cunt. Even with her thighs well apart like that it looked like a soft stretch of
unpenetrated cuntal flesh. She dabbed some oil on her fingers and then when she saw
that her friend wasn't watching, pushed between her outer cuntlips. The feel of those
hot folds surrounding her finger was enough to make her a little dizzy but she kept
rubbing, not really sure of where it would feel best.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Shari asked. Diane shot her a glance, quirked her lip.
"Yeah. But don't tell Betty Overton. She thinks Barney and I..." Big smile. Shari smiled
back. She could understand things. Betty Overton had been after Barney for a solid
year. The feeling of her oily fingers caressing forbidden hollows of her body gave her
more courage than she usually had. She calmed her broken breathing.
"I wonder what it... feels like."
Diane stopped rubbing herself. "You mean to fuck?"
"Yeah." Shari had found that spot, that special spot. She tested it with a very light
touch, searched out the odd little flap of soaked flesh that partially covered it. Her
breathing changed again, grew shallower. "I know it must hurt when they break your
cherry. I think I'd just about pass out." Shari looked over at her friend. Diane's eyes
were dreamy, faraway.
"I can hardly wait! Oh god, do I want to be fucked!"
This small confession pumped up Shari's courage even more. "Me too!" Diane gave her
a look like she'd known all along.
"I guessed you did. You've been asking too many questions lately."
"I'm still scared though... thinking about it." Diane nodded agreement, took a deep
breath as her finger quickened against her parted cuntlips. Shari watched the changes in
her best friend's body. The redhead's belly heaved as she gasped in large breaths of air,
then shallow ones. Her thighs were ridged with tensed muscles and she was pointing
her toes out against the mattress. Her hand worked r steadily at her cunt. Two fingers
now glistened with slickness and as Shari looked on, Diane added a third. Her cunt was
swollen, red around the edges of her pussylips.
"Oh god, it gets so... itchy!"
Shari had felt a sort of itchiness too, but nothing really as keen as what seemed to be
tickling Diane. Diane rolled her hips slowly, moving her cuntal mound against her
fingers. She was heavier than Shari was and her flesh quivered as she bounced on the
mattress. Shari tried to move her slim hips like that. She leaned back on the bed beside
her friend and began to pump her ass up and down, letting her fingertips just graze the
tiny bulge of her blood-filled clit. Immediately a rush of unfamiliar thrills made her
head swim. Her thighs felt like they were on fire and even the places between her toes
were tingling. She shut her eyes. The feel of the blanket under the cheeks of her ass
prickled her to a bouncy, humping rhythm. She spread her legs too, glancing at Diane
every few seconds. The redhead was licking her lips a lot and panting.
"Oh wow... I always start coming so fast when... when... ohhhh!"
Shari frowned. The strange, convulsive way Diane was moving seemed scary, weird.
Her legs bent at the knee then flopped loosely down again. She dug at the mattress with
her heels, tossed her shoulders back and forth. Her curly red hair splashed over the
pillow, tangled wetly at the corner of her mouth. She babbled something... not really
words. Shari had the feeling it was a private, special time... that she should not really be
watching. Her own body felt warm and fuzzy but she knew she would never be able to
make herself have a climax while anyone else was around. How could she let a boy do
it to her then? It was all so confusing.
Diane rolled suddenly onto her stomach and clamped her thighs tight, fingers still
squishing wetly between her tightened cuntlips. Shari reddened as she watched her best
friend pump her full-fleshed ass up and down. A fucking motion. It was so obvious.
Strange as it all seemed, Shari thought that Diane looked pretty all stretched out, legs
together, toes pointed, hands out of sight under her belly as she thrashed her ass
around in circles, up and down. The bed jerked violently as she started to come.
"Ohhh... oh!" Diane's face was pinched as if in pain but Shari knew it wasn't hurt she
was experiencing. The thought of a pleasure so intense as to make her friend jerk and
groan like that made Shari's shoulders shake. Diane grabbed a pillow in frantic haste
and jammed it between her thighs and clamped it hard... pumping her ass wildly now.
Like the pillow was a guy, Shari thought. She trembled again, gouged a little harder
against her clit. She felt more than ever as if she were eavesdropping. She was
embarrassed and excited and a little frightened. Would her own body behave like that if
she excited herself enough? It was hard to believe. And yet she wanted so badly to find
out. Not with Diane though, not before someone else's eyes. She swung her legs off the
bed, scratched her panties from the pile of clothing on the floor. Diane was calming
now, moving her body like a serpent, rubbing tits, belly, loins against the firmness of
the mattress. Shari glanced at her, looked away. She felt so good. Not ashamed or
anything so easy to understand. Just kind of spaced, expectant of something that
seemed to hang in the air.
"I'll go down and keep the boys happy," she told Diane.
"Mmmmm."
Shari draped her skirt over her shoulders, let it fall around her waist. She buckled her
sandals, tucked in her blouse. The juicy heat in her cunt was already soaking through
the sheer nylon crotch band but she couldn't bother with that now. Diane's mother met
her as she came down the stairs.
"You girls shouldn't run off from your dates like that. Almost all the other couples have
left now and your mother called. I think she's a little worried but I told her you'd be
right home."
"Thanks, Mrs. Wesley. Diane'll be right down."
"What were you girls doing?"
"Talking." Shari hurried on by. "Just talking."

* * *

It was nice to feel the cool air on her bare arms as Craig walked her down the sidewalk.
He started to open the car door for her, but Shari hurried ahead and did it herself. She
always felt weird when a boy insisted on doing things for her, silly things like opening
doors anyway.
"I hope your mom won't be mad at me because you're out late."
"It's my fault," Shari shrugged. "I just forgot about the time."
Craig pulled away from the curb and headed toward town. It wasn't more than ten
minutes to the big house Shari had called home for the past ten years. Funny, because it
wasn't even theirs. Everything belonged to Grandma. Even Tundra. Sometimes she
wondered why her mother never went out and found a job and moved them into an
apartment or something. Maybe because she liked having a mansion all to herself... oh,
it wasn't quite a mansion, but pretty near.
"Sure glad you went with me to the party,"
Craig said. She could see his features in silhouette as the glare of a streetlamp threw
bright shards past the window. He was a nice-looking guy. A little dull, but then most
guys were. At least the ones she'd met. Craig was a grade ahead of her in school, a
letterman in basketball. His dad was assistant manager at the First National in Sutton.
Big deal. Well, actually it was a big deal. But Shari had never been that impressed.
Tonight though she felt a special vibration. Some odd connection with Craig, the other
half of the mystery. What made him tick? She knew that when girls moved in certain
ways, teased with different parts of their bodies, it turned men on. There were a few
basic things that were obvious enough. But what special things did Craig himself really
dig? They had kissed once that night. A hurried, dry brushing of lips before they'd gone
into the Wesley house. Shari would've liked to have kissed more but she had the idea
that Craig was shyer than she was. The light Grandmother Bradford had had installed
on the front lawn glinted as Craig turned the corner of the block and slowed. It was a
big place all right, lots bigger than the house where Craig lived.
"You want to come in for a little bit?" The words had come to her from nowhere and
she'd said them. Maybe she wasn't quite ready to be alone yet.
"Sure. If it's okay with your mom."
"Come on." She led the way up the walk. Rhonda opened the door, smiled thinly as she
pulled her dressing gown tighter around her.
"I did say ten o'clock, Shari."
Craig ducked his head. "We just forgot about the time, Mrs. Hollister. I want to
apologize..."
"I'm going to fix Craig a snack before he goes home." Shari didn't like to apologize to
Rhonda. There was a silent challenge between them on this point and she didn't feel
like relenting tonight.
"Don't be up too late now." Rhonda turned, still clutching her gown to her body. Shari
thought she looked strung out and nervous... bothered about something. She took
Craig's hand and led him to the kitchen. His palm was warm.
"Sure is a big house you all have..."
Shari paused in the darkness and Craig bumped into her. She waited, her finger on the
light switch. Craig was so slow sometimes. But finally his hand touched her waist,
shoulder, turned her. She tilted her face up, parted her lips slightly and then
remembered to lick them an instant before her date's mouth came down.
"Uuummmm," she murmured through the kiss. She curved her body against his chest
and belly. Her thigh was warm where his crotch was and she felt the rigid swelling of
his cock pushing outward. A hot thrill burned over her skin. She left her hip there
where his cock was growing, moved it slightly and cinched her slender arms around his
neck as he searched her lips shyly with the tip of his tongue.
"Do you want something to eat?" she asked finally.
"Nope. Guess not." He was trying to kiss her again but she turned her face, smiled.
"What do you want?" She was surprised at the coy lilt to her voice. It was nothing she
had ever practiced. Her palms burned where she held them flat against Craig's broad
back.
"Oh... I don't know."
She let him have her mouth again and opened it further than she ever had before. The
daring of it, the touch of his tongue as it searched deeper caused a ripple of feverish
tingles to course over her skin. Just when he was pulling her tighter against him, she
teased her mouth away.
"You must want something?" What was she saying? Where had these new words come
from? But just saying them gave her something she'd never experienced... a freedom, a
sense of discovery. Craig seemed to easy to manipulate all of a sudden. She wanted to
see just how far she could take him, how far her powers might reach. His cock was
very, very hard. She dared more than she'd ever dared in her life and fanned her fingers
down the front of his chest... down, down until she passed the hardness of his belt
buckle and rubbed over the stretched bump of his pants. The bulge pulsed against her
palm. Craig nuzzled wildly in her hair, moaned something.
What could that thing be like? What would it feel like resting in her fingers? Heavy and
hot probably. She sighed with the mere idea of something so wonderfully carnal. She
felt like she was outside herself, like she had taken on another personality that had lain
dormant in her mind all these years. Shari felt like breaking out of the dullness of the
past school year and doing something, really doing something. Maybe something wild.
"Shari... kiss me again..." She squeezed the lump in Craig's pants, turned to let him wet
her neck with his lips. Unbelievably she was starting to unzip his pants. What made
Diane any more adventurous than she was? There was no reason why she had to take
her friend's word for everything. But her heart was pounding like it never had before.
She kissed Craig wetly as she rubbed his cock through two layers of clothing.
Craig was sliding his hand up under her blouse. She felt him work a button loose with
the other one and she let him. When he parted the thin cotton, her pink nipples burned
to be touched. Craig kissed her hard little breastbone and then let his hips push further.
Shari closed her eyes and went limp as his mouth surrounded one tiny nubbin. She
leaned against the strong arm at the small of her back as Craig's tongue brushed the
spit-drenched nipple. It was growing out from her small tit, it felt so different now... so
good. Her date was growing a little feverish. His hands were clutching now at the hem
of her skirt.
"Not here."
"Shari..."
"Follow me and be quiet."
The guest room down the hall from the kitchen. She went there to think about things
sometimes. She pulled Craig along behind her. When she shut the door part way, he
clutched her hungrily, kissed her hair.
"I'm scared," she whispered. The light from the outside hall just illuminated his face,
her hands. It was funny how brave she felt at the same time.
"I want you so bad..." Her skirt came off in his hands and she felt it puddle around her
ankles. He smoothed her blouse back over her thin shoulders and it dropped too. She
caught his wrist when he touched the elastic of her panties.
"Leave them on... please..."
"But..." She unzipped his fly to quiet his protest. He moaned as she pushed his pants
down over his hips. Her fingers trembled. She hesitated an inch from his shorts. It was
too much. She couldn't bring herself to undress a male... to actually yank down his
underwear. Craig did it for her. She heard the quick rub of the cotton over his thighs,
couldn't bring herself to look down. Something very hot touched the nylon front of her
panties. Craig hugged her lithe body close and she felt the thick shaft of his cock then.
A cock! A male cock!
"You know if your mom found us I guess I'd have to leave town..." He laughed
hollowly.
"But I don't care. I really don't. I've always been crazy about you Shari... god, you've
got the finest body in school..."
"That's a lie." She was smiling but he couldn't see that.
"No, really. I like girls real thin like you. I bet you don't weigh a hundred."
"Ninety-three pounds." His mouth covered hers again and she tilted her face to make
their lips squirm slickly together. He was touching her ass, gently kneading each plump
cheek. Even through the covering of nylon it felt awful good. She rocked her hips, felt
his cock gouge into the softness of her belly. Shari felt some of her former courage
melting away. It seemed so big, so stiff. She remembered telling Diane how she wanted
to be fucked too. But she was so dumb about sex, like a child sometimes. She'd never
even made herself come. Now with a man undressed and in her arms she felt a little of
what she'd started... felt the unbelievable forces that moved in her body, forces that
made her weak and breathless.
Craig moved one of his hands slowly around her hip, smoothed fingers down her flat
abdomen until he could curl them under her nylon-sheathed cuntal mound. She stood
on tiptoes as he rubbed the soppy nylon up between her cuntlips. She bucked her hips
back so he would rub against her clitoris.
"Uuuuhhhh!" she gasped. Craig's touch was rough, not as gentle as when she'd touched
herself up in Diane's bedroom. But the fact that it was his hand, his movements...
"Ohhh god, it feels good!"
He pushed her backward in the half-dark room. Her calves bumped the edge of the bed
and she sat down. Craig was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, ravishing her
tiny nipples with his tongue.
He was awkward, hurried in his loving, but maybe all men did it like that. Shari just
didn't know.
"Shari, Shari..." His hipbones bumped hers. He was plowing the shaft of his cock up
and down against her belly. She could feel the brush of his balls, the different way the
tip of his cock was shaped. She wanted to look at it, to touch it. Did she dare ask? How
was a girl supposed to behave? She almost wished she hadn't started the whole thing
but Craig's teeth nipped at her nipple and she forgot everything but wanting him to
bite her more. With her fingernails digging at the nape of his neck, she guided and
urged his face over her tits... one and then the other... daring finally to slide her own
hand down, to wedge it between their bellies. Craig guessed what she was doing and
made room. With a clever shifting of her body, she rolled him off of her and sat up. It
had been graceful, easy. Craig's lust-filled eyes seemed like those of a willing puppy.
"Can I... look at you?" She licked her lips like she'd seen a starlet do once.
"Huh? Oh god yes, sure!"
Trying to quiet the tremble in her hand, she petted his muscled belly where the hair
curled into his navel. She touched the stiff curls near the base of his cockshaft. Finally,
teeth clamped together from the tension, she curled her fingers around his cock. He
moaned and let his head flop back on the pillow. The dim play of light across his chest
hair excited her. He was a male, hairy, strong. And she was so naked, so hairless. She
was weak too, and this gave her a little thrill. A scary kind of thrill to know that
whenever he wanted to, he could fuck her. Unless she screamed, of course. But Craig
wouldn't give her cause to scream. It just wasn't in him to force a girl to do anything.
Shari was surprised at the way his cock felt. It was hard as steel but the skin moved
easily over that hardness. And up toward the end, the texture was entirely different. The
head flared out and was spongy when she pushed a fingernail into it. Craig grunted and
squirmed his hips. Even in the half-light she could see that it was darker at the barbed
tip than back on the shaft. A bluish purple, hot to the touch. She guessed his cock was
a little over six inches from where it grew out of his body to the slitted orifice at the
very end. It wasn't all that huge, but it surprised her that there was a place for
something that long and thick up inside her body. She'd wondered sometimes if there
were women who couldn't be fucked very deep. Shari knew how slender, how delicate
was her own body. Maybe she had a tiny cunt, too tight, too short...
"Aw baby, I'm about to freak out with you touching me like that..."
"It feels good?"
''Christ!"
Shari slipped her fingers back until she could gather up the loose-hanging sac that held
his balls. Her breathing was tight, labored. She was doing things that scared her. She
didn't feel wrong or especially wicked, but she knew she had extended herself past what
she normally thought of as good common sense. She didn't think Diane had felt up any
boys and Diane was pretty wild sometimes.
She wasn't thinking about what she was doing, or how. Her hands seemed to know.
She fondled Craig's balls, feeling the shape of them through the thin skin of his
scrotum. They were egg-shaped and heavy, with little tubes that stretched up inside his
body. When she gently squeezed them, rolled them against themselves, Craig's
breathing caught. She laughed finally, rubbed a hand through his curly hair. She was
trying to be cool, to seem at least a little sophisticated in his eyes.
Craig was kissing her neck, her shoulders, trying to pull her back down on the bed.
Shari let herself fall back, felt him slip a thigh over hers. He was kissing her small tits
wet again, sliding fingers under the elastic of her panties. Shari's mind whirled. Should
she let him get under the nylon like that... let him actually touch her? It had all seemed
so easy to say yes when she'd thought about it in the abstract, when she'd bragged to
Diane in the safety of a locked bedroom.
"Don't... Craig...!" His fingers clutched at the underside of her cuntal mound, divided
the naked crevice and pushed deep. Shari sucked a breath, dug her chin into Craig's
shoulder. He was pressing her down. He was so heavy. She knew he wanted to get her
panties off, wanted to... fuck her. Yes, the word scared her now that she was on her
back and an honest-to-god male was trying to penetrate her. Penetrate! It had such a
dangerous sound, that word.
"Craig, I told you to leave my panties alone...!" The effect of her words surprised her.
Craig quit trying to undress her further and burrowed with his mouth into the soft
hollows of her neck. He was smoothing his hands down the sides of her body, feeling
how her waist dipped in so tiny, tracing the slight swell of her boyish hips. His cock
had slipped lower, almost under her cuntal mound now. She'd soaked her panty-crotch
with hot juice and as he pumped his cock against the nylon-covered crevice, she could
tell where the ridged crown of his cockhead was. It was pushing the sheer material up
between her cuntlips. The new sensation was shockingly good. Shari closed her eyes,
sucked her bottom Up under her teeth and rolled her ass to increase the friction of her
soppy cuntlips against Craig's cocks. Her flooding membranes were soaking him with
slickness too and it was exciting him... she knew it was.
Shari's fears softened some. She felt she had control of the situation again, or at least
had control of Craig. She could stop him any time she wanted and that left her free to
experiment, to enjoy the tantalizing new sensations and discover how her young body
worked. The tickle between her thighs was especially good when she teased her cuntal
mound away from Craig, let him just graze that tender tingling nubbin that was now
fully extended from its fleshy hood. She guessed it was kind of like a man's cock. It all
felt so slick and swimmy down there. She'd let Craig push her thighs apart and now she
couldn't be sure what had happened to her panties. They were still on but her cunt had
gotten so slick, so hot. The velvety rub of Craig's velvety cocktip seemed so real.
"Craig... honey..." She was trying to slip a hand down to find out. She touched his shaft
and balls, finally found the steamy drenched place where her cuntlips had been mashed
to the side.
"Oh god nooo!" Her panty crotch had been twisted aside too, stretched into the hollow
between her thigh and one plump cuntlip. Craig's hot cockhead was actually touching
her pussy! His slick tip was gliding up and down the feather-soft delta of her cunt.
Shari shuddered with fear and excitement. Why was it exciting to know that that stiff
cock was so close to her hymen? But it was exciting, terribly exciting. Frantically she
tried to pull the narrow band of nylon back over her exposed cunt, but the soaked
material slipped from her grasp. Craig's cock gouged steadily at her and he clutched her
thin body up against him, trapping her wrist between their sweaty bellies.
"Craig, you have to stop now... listen to me!"
"Shari..." His open mouth was wet and hungry at her neck. She felt her chin wettened,
tried to turn her face. Craig caught her head with both hands and smothered her words
with a kiss. She whimpered into his mouth. Her nostrils flared in fear and confusion as
he fucked his hips against her. He was trying to slide down, trying to change the angle
of his cock against her cunt. Shari knew why. She flailed at his back with her small fists,
drove her heels against the backs of his legs. He had found that shallow spot where she
knew her cuntal mouth lay hidden behind a thin membrane. He was stretching against
it! It hurt!
"Damn you... oh god please... stop it, Craig, stop it!"
"Shari... it feels so good, I want you awful bad..."
She couldn't hurt him. He had her pinned to the bed, helpless. She couldn't even get
her hands down to hurt him, to make him stop trying to fuck her. A sob choked her.
Why had she let it go so far, why hadn't she known how it must be for a man when he
was so close to that steamy, slick hole. Images flashed through her mind. How it must
feel to be a man and have something clasped around your prick, squeezing it... That's
what Craig wanted from her now. He wouldn't stop either, until he broke through,
plunged deep... penetrated her cunt.
And the steady, sleek friction against her crushed cuntlips was doing something to her
now. Something that was more consuming, more turbulent than Shari had ever
dreamed. Climax, orgasm, come... just words before. The fever of insatiable itching
pleasure which raged over her tenderest parts made the words seem so bland. It wasn't
just like reaching the top of something and it was a lot more than being very excited.
The building tension, the mounting thrill seemed to invade every fiber of her willowy
body. She could hardly breathe. The muscles in her calves ached as she struggled under
the weight of Craig's writhing body. And making it better in an awful kind of way was
the danger of Craig's spearing cock. She wanted him to fuck her and was deathly afraid
of it too!
Whenever he tried to push against the soft hollow at the mouth of her cunt, she tilted
her mound so he would slide up along her cuntal slit again, slide over the pulsing hot
finger of her clitoris. The room spun, grew blurry as her eyes rolled back in her head. If
only she could hold out for a few more seconds... keep him from rupturing her cherry...
she was soooo close. Craig bucked his hips forward with a raspy moan but Shari tilted
her hips again and the swollen lobes at the underside of his cockhead slid against her
clit. Something hot flooded out of his tiny orifice and oozed over the tumid trigger and
Shari began to come.
"Aaaahhhh!" she cried, bucking her ass wildly. The slimy man-cream filled her
throbbing slit as the stiff cockshaft slopped back and forth. Pleasure poured through her
body, a demanding, hungry pleasure more frightening than anything in her experience.
She felt her cuntlips being smeared with hot jizz, felt the sharp jets of it each time
Craig's balls unloaded. He was going crazy on top of her, letting his full weight crush
her into the mattress. Frantic to get inside, he made one last jab at her hymen, but the
spurting, slick cum frothed out again and he slipped sideways, spattering gobs of the
milky stuff down the inside of her thigh. Gasping loudly, Shari wiggled her narrow ass
to feel the cock rub her clit again. Craig clutched the plump cheeks of her ass and
pumped against her like a maniac.
"Ohhh," Shari groaned, "that's the best thing I ever felt in my life...!"
"Me too," Craig babbled, trying to kiss her mouth.

* * *

She didn't really want him to get up so quick, to start dressing. It had felt so good to
have her body warmed by his. But as reality began to trickle through her dreamy half
consciousness she started to worry about the jizz that Craig had rubbed against her
cunt. Was it possible for any of it to get inside her? She knew there was a tiny hole in
her hymen somewhere for the monthly purge of blood to seep out. What if some of
those tiny, swimming sperm made their way through and...
"I better go to the bathroom," she told him. As she tiptoed down the hall, warm strings
of his cum leaked down her legs. She felt a little guilty about the whole thing, but
excited too. She'd entered a new world, she'd discovered something about herself that
was mystifying, thrilling. And Shari knew she'd only just scratched the surface. One
time, maybe the next time, she would have the nerve to go all the way. Just toying with
this possibility gave her goosebumps. She'd have to find out how to keep from getting
pregnant. Now that she knew how really inexperienced Craig was, she couldn't count
on him to take precautions. It scared her that she'd been so casual about luring Craig
into the bedroom, so casual about sex. She hadn't been thinking very clearly at all.
Shari cleaned her body, wishing again that she had some kinky, blonde curls at the
edges of her cuntlips. Her panties were too damp to put back on so she padded back to
the guest room naked and pulled her skirt up in the dim light. Craig was already
dressed, sitting nervously on the edge of the bed.
"I sure hope your mom doesn't find out, Shari."
"She won't." Shari buttoned her dress, poked slender feet into her sandals. It felt nice
not to have panties on. The swollen lips of her cunt tingled.
"When can we have another date?" Craig was staring at her coltish legs, her thin-boned
ankles.
"I don't know. You kinda scared me tonight." She gave him a cool look. "I mean I am
sixteen. I've been having periods since I was thirteen..."
"Look, I'm sorry. I really am." He hung his head. "I'll get some rubbers for next time...
at Mason's drugstore."
"I'm not so sure Mr. Mason will sell you any. He's kind of grumpy..."
Craig swallowed. "I'll figure out something."
Shari walked her date to the door, let him have a quick kiss. On her way upstairs
Tundra frolicked up behind her. She reached down a hand to pet him but the dog
ducked and pushed his nose under her short skirt. She felt him nuzzling between the
cheeks of her ass before she could turn. Then his tongue lapped hotly against her
hairless, swollen cuntlips.
"Naughty dog," she hissed, striking his furry back. Tundra dodged away but caught her
again at the first landing. He gave a low growl, drove his tongue up her crack hard
enough to wet her asshole. Shari felt her skin flush as she staggered against the wall.
"Jesus, Tundra, what's wrong with you?" Tundra cocked his head, whined through his
nose. "You get back downstairs... right now!" The dog dipped his head, let his tongue
loll out of his mouth. She could see his white fangs, his glinting eyes. She started
toward the door to her room, but this time Tundra darted up, wedged his shoulders
between her knees and wet her cunt thoroughly.
Shari was panting with excitement and confusion by the time she hurried inside and
closed the door behind her. Tundra whined again, scratched the door once. Finally she
heard him pad away down the hall. That crazy dog had flipped or something. Maybe it
was the smell on her, the aroma of sex. Sure, that had to be it. Shari undressed and
slipped into bed. She was thinking of Craig again, not romantically so much as carnally.
Now she really had something to tell Diane about! Oh boy, did she ever!


Chapter 3

When Rhonda awoke, the memory of the night before, of Tundra's strange behavior,
came vividly back. She chose to forget how close she'd come to having a climax with
the dog's tongue against her aching cunt. It had happened but she didn't want to think
about it. She dressed and went directly to her mother's room. The old woman was
sitting up in bed, brushing her hair. She smiled condescendingly at Rhonda, went on
brushing.
"Mother, I want to talk to you about Tundra."
"I'm listening..."
"I think... I think we'll have to get rid of him." Rhonda pressed her lips together. Her
mother put the brush on her lap.
"You must be mad. What on earth gave you the idea we should get rid of Tundra?"
"He... he's acting strangely." She was trembling slightly. How could she say it, how
could she make something so bizarre sound real? Her mother gave her an impatient
look.
"You'll have to be more specific than that." Her mother went back to her brushing.
Rhonda thought of her then by name... Hilda. She only thought of her as Hilda when
she hated her. It was a name full of hateful memories.
"He bit me." It was the only part of it she could admit.
"Bit you?" The brush had stopped again. "I don't believe it. Not Tundra."
"He bit me I said. On the leg." Rhonda felt as if she were fast losing ground. She always
felt like that when she talked with Hilda.
"Show me," her mother said. She was smiling slightly. A disbelieving smile of scorn.
Rhonda fidgeted, wrung her fingers.
"Well it didn't leave any marks." She was remembering the feel of Tundra's fangs
pressing deep into the soft meat of her thigh. Such a strange feeling. She'd never
experienced anything like it. Hilda was laughing quietly.
"If Tundra didn't leave a mark on you then he wasn't really biting, don't you see? He
was probably just wanting to play. He's a very intelligent dog, very strong willed." She
laughed again. Rhonda glared at her. Hateful Hilda, her mother.
"I'll go get your breakfast now..."
"Oh yes, there's something I want to talk to you about, dear." Mother always called her
dear when she was about to tell her what she had to do. Rhonda paused in the
doorway. "I've arranged for an appointment with Doctor Vincent. I want him to
examine Shari. She's sixteen now and it's a good time for a complete physical."
"Mother, in case you've forgotten, Shari is my daughter." Rhonda came back to stand at
the end of the bed. "And she's in perfect health. The school nurse..."
"School nurses are just nurses. I trust Doctor Vincent implicitly..."
"He's the oldest doctor in Sutton. Just because he delivered me..."
"That's quite enough, Rhonda! The arrangements have been made. You must remember
that Shari will receive a trust fund from me and I only think it fair that her health be
assessed. It will be for her own good of course."
Rhonda dropped her head slightly. What could she say? The house where she and Shari
lived, the car she drove, clothes she wore, food they ate... it all belonged to her mother.
"Yes, Mother."
"And since you mentioned Tundra, where is he this morning?"
"I... I put him out. He's in back..." She felt beaten, apologetic.
"You know how I like to see him while I eat breakfast. You can put him out after that."
"Yes, Mother."
Tundra was leaping up on the door when Rhonda came down. He swarmed around her
feet panting loudly... she felt a paw on her leg, felt the bump of his shoulder.
"Go upstairs, Tundra... get out of my way."
He eyed her as she made some orange juice and put bread in the toaster. She had the
creepy feeling that he was sizing her up. Could a dog leer? It was insane to let him get
under her skin.
"Go on, get out of here!" She shooed him with a broom. Tundra loped away into the
other room. She heard him padding quickly upstairs as she dropped an egg into the
poacher and put the cover on. She had other things more important to deal with than
that damned dog. She had to find someone to paint the shed by the garage and to clean
the goldfish pond and tear out an old piece of wall mother wanted moved. Maybe she
could find someone from the university who would be able to handle all the jobs. Yes,
she'd call the student placement service that very morning and see if they could send
someone over.
When she'd taken her mother's breakfast tray up to her and come back downstairs,
Shari was lounging on the big antique sofa in the front room. She had on a pleated
tennis skirt and a skimpy halter top no bigger than a couple of handkerchiefs. Rhonda
thought she looked so vulnerable, so delicate, so young.
"Darling, I hope you don't intend on going downtown like that."
"Why not?" Shari flipped idly through a fashion magazine.
"Well... it leaves you rather... exposed." "Oh everybody goes around exposed
nowadays."
Rhonda rubbed her palms on her pants. "Yes, I suppose they do but I can see your
panties. That skirt is very short."
"I could go with no panties at all if you want..."
Rhonda bit her lip. "You don't have to be sassy, young lady." Why couldn't they be
human to each other? Why did it always end with sharp words? Shari got up and
bounced across the room.
"I might be dating Craig again soon," she said, not looking at Rhonda.
"I thought we agreed on one date a month..."
"I'm sixteen, Mother. Don't you think one date a month is pretty silly."
"I... I don't know. Maybe you're right." Rhonda felt like she was losing a grip on
everything. "We'll talk about it later. My nerves are a mess this morning." She started
to turn away, stopped. "Oh yes, I want you to go up and see your grandmother. She
made an appointment for you with Doctor Vincent..." "I'm not sick."
"Do as I say!" Rhonda screamed. She was shaking all over. It was that damned dog. She
couldn't stop thinking about what he'd done to her with his awful tongue. She wanted
to say something more as she watched Shari's pert ass wag up the stairs, wanted to
apologize for jumping down her throat like that. But she strode angrily into the kitchen
instead.
By noon Rhonda knew she had to take a rest. Shari had gone off with her tennis racket,
Mother would probably be sleeping herself... the house was cool and quiet. Rhonda
fixed herself a drink, something she almost never did before five o'clock. She went to
the downstairs guest room, as far away as she could possibly get from her mother.
Though she tried not to, she was gulping the drink. She needed it. Was that such a
shameful thing to admit? Rhonda felt blue about the hollow corner her life had been
pushed into. A woman needed more than she had. She wondered what it was like to go
out on a date... it had been so long. She wouldn't know how to talk to a man any more.
She drank more Scotch. Maybe she had no right to feel sorry for herself. She was free to
go out in the world and find a job, get a cheap apartment for her and her daughter.
And yet that too seemed like a trap. Who wanted to work forty hours a week just to
survive? Rhonda let a trickle of Scotch go down her throat. She was starting to feel
better. What were problems anyway but little lumps of poison that needed dissolving.
She giggled. Good old Scotch. The universal dissolver. She gulped more.
Rhonda took off her shoes and skirt and lay back on the bed. She hadn't wanted to
think of sex but there it was peeking back at her no matter how she tried to block it
out. The memory of the night before was too vivid, too hot to ignore. It had been the
first time in a long, long time that she had actually reached a climax while fully awake.
Somehow, almost miraculously it seemed her hunger had been suppressed all those
years after Doug had died. Only the dreams, those terrible but wonderful dreams she
had come to look forward to and yet feel guilty about as they ravished her. Why had
she insisted on denying herself for so long, why had she insisted on sticking to that rule
about not touching her body? Guilt perhaps about her unfulfilled marriage... who
would know but a psychiatrist. She leaned on an elbow to take another drink. The
Scotch warmed her belly and she passed her hand down her body in sympathy with
that glow, tickling her skin, warming the silken-covered thatch of her cuntal hair. It was
funny how furry she was and how little hair Shari had around her cunt. Only one or
two downy blonde curls. It must have been her father's genes. The small tits too were
from Doug's genetic history. Rhonda smiled, cupped a hand under her large and still
firm tits. The touch gave her a chill. Her first inclination was to stop touching, to do
something else entirely different. But she kept the hand there anyway, even thumbed
her nipple until it grew turgid and pushed up out of the soft surrounding areola. The
effect was electric. She sensed the tension in her body building, felt the connections
between her erogenous zones. The tickle of her nipple had started slick juices flowing
between her cuntlips. When she rocked her hips, the buttery heat spread, leaked out to
dot the brown curls with dew. Even after last night, she was burning for more. Her
breathing had grown shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossed her head against the
pillow. The hand that rested on her belly was trembling. She knew what she wanted to
do with it, but could she?
"No... noooo!" Rhonda sat up. She was dizzy, a little drunk for sure. She was so close to
slipping. She saw her face in the mirror across the room, the big brown eyes, the
braided hair. She wasn't so bad-looking. But her mouth looked a little swollen, a little
depraved. It was because she had been about to masturbate. To let down all her moral
fences, to finger-fuck herself. "I have to get up, I have to..."
Rhonda's knees were trembling as she turned the doorknob. The whimper, the
scratching paws came too late for her to close it again... Tundra bolted into the room,
his muzzle prodding her hungrily between her thighs.
"Back! Back, Tundra!" Tundra leaped up, pushed her back down on the bed. She felt his
sharp teeth nip at her panties, tearing them. It was impossible... it was horrible. The
dog wrenched his head as if he'd captured a rabbit. The translucent nylon tore. Tundra
was growling... not a mean growl, but a growl of excitement. Rhonda struggled
backward on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress as she squirmed away from
the panting dog.
"This can't happen... I won't let it..." But her loins had been stripped now. The white
panty-silk hung in shreds at her ass, over her belly. She could feel the velvet wetness
exposed, could feel the inner surfaces of her cunt rubbing together as she wormed
higher on the bed. Tundra jumped, paws hitting her thighs. His nose plunged under
her hot cuntal mound, his tongue wet her. He was whining, wiggling his strong body
back and forth as he stood above her on the bed. Rhonda felt petrified. The first touch
of his tongue had made her stomach buck with fear, an unnamed fear. But why wasn't
she striking him, or screaming...?
"Ohhhh no... Oh my god!" Unbelievably she was opening her cunt to him! She had
fallen back on the bed, pressed her cheek against the pillow and slowly let her knees fall
apart. Tundra was going wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner skin of her
thigh. Each lick brought floods of juice from her cunt. It was ecstatic, lovely friction.
Her knees fell apart more and she heard her cuntlips unstick. Tundra lapped them. He
had quieted suddenly as if he wanted to study how this strange female was put together.
He nuzzled his black nose between her bloomed cuntlips almost tenderly. In a flash of
thrilling realization, Rhonda knew that Tundra was tasting her. Smell and taste were a
dog's most sensitive inputs. Gently, delicately his long pink tongue sucked around her
tiny inner cuntlips, petted her clitoris. She shuddered with the consuming fever Tundra
was giving her. It was so completely uninhibited. He rested on his belly now between
her parted thighs. She could feel his hot breath tickle her cuntal curls as he drenched
her pussy over and over again.
"Tundra... Tundra..." Rhonda didn't dare think of what was happening to her. Yes, she
knew, she felt the animal between her shivering white legs and yet it was better if she
kept her eyes closed. The hunger of her body seemed to force everything out of her
consciousness except the keen desire of making the aching pleasure even better. She
was possessed by this want. Her hands dared to reach down her belly, to find Tundra's
pointed nose, his mouth. She felt with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess between
her thighs and felt too the dog's tongue loving her. He licked between her fingers,
thrilled her palms.
"Yesssss! Oh Jesus Christ in heaven...!" Rhonda moved her ass up, giving Tundra more
of her cunt to eat. He sensed the excitement, whimpered through his nose. Now he was
bathing the very bottom of her ass with hot spit, lapping back into the split of her
asscheeks, back to the tiny, tight knot of her asshole. She felt so wet down there. The
insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt. When Rhonda managed to push herself up on
her elbows the shock of what was happening hit her full force.
"Oh nooo..." She tried to fight up through the ravenous lust she felt, tried to push
Tundra's head away. But her arms trembled, her fingers curled once again behind his
furry ears and she humped her back, pressed her swollen cunt up against his pointed
muzzle. The pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crevice. Sooo good, so
shamelessly good! Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction and the places
between her toes tickled strangely. She fanned her fingers out along Tundra's neck,
lifted her feet from the bed. Slowly, panting harder than ever, Rhonda inched her knees
back, back until they were against her tits. Then she parted them even further. Every
tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled back now, every inch of her loins surrendered to the
hungry dog. Tundra nuzzled and licked and pressed his nose against her soaking cunt.
She gasped and babbled to him as he ravished her. She brought her feet together at the
sides of his proud head, caressing him with her toes. The stiff tickle of his coat against
her tender soles made her throw her head to the side. Drool leaked from the corner of
her mouth. She moved her ass up, let it fall back again. Up and back, up and back, a
little faster now, twisting to the side so Tundra's teeth brushed one cuntlip, then
arching to give him her clit again.
"Uuuhhh... Ohhhh..." She didn't care about anything any more. She could die doing
this and it wouldn't matter. It was the loveliest thing that had happened in years... it
was driving her insane.
She worked her ass around in frantic circles now, crying excitedly through her nose.
Her nostrils were burning with the air she sucked in to feed her plunging body.
Tundra's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more
pleasure he brought. If only she could have that sensation of being filled. Rhonda tilted
her cuntal hole up, felt Tundra's tongue rim the pulsing circle of muscies, plunge an
inch inside. She petted him excitedly.
"Good dog... good dog..." But he brushed over her cunt and licked once again over her
taut asshole. "Please... Tundra... here...!" The dog's tongue found the place again and he
rose slightly from the bed as he searched deeper with his powerful tongue. Her cuntal
walls spasmed. She could feel the muscles trying to clasp the dog's black nose. She was
quivering on the feverish edge of her climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. She
kicked her feet high, fanned her toes until they cramped too. Tundra slowed his
rubbing friction, tilted his head curiously at her.
"Tundra... oh Tundra, hurry!" The dog gave a little yip, nuzzled again between her
buttery cuntlips. She felt the tender membranes fill with blood. If a man's cock were in
her she would be milking it now. The thought hurried her into the storm of her come.
She pitched on the bed, bucking her ass against Tundra's parted jaws. His teeth cut her
slightly and the acute tickle brought babbling groans of pleasure from her throat. She
raked his fur with her fingers, pulled him harder against her. She scissored her legs
lightly around his thick neck. She didn't dare scare him away or threaten him in a way
which might anger him.
Rhonda tossed her head, felt her own hair splashing in soft tangles over the pillow as
she came. Her loins were filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the flames licking up
her thighs and belly. She quivered, throbbed. She bucked her body so wildly that she
was afraid Tundra might jump away. But he stayed. He licked and nuzzled and panted
his hot breath against her convulsing cunt. Hot juice flooded out onto the bed, wet the
dog's nose until the smacking, wet sounds were louder than ever before. Her coming
was achingly slow. She couldn't seem to get enough friction... but it was just enough to
keep the delirious waves of ecstasy flowing. She jerked like a speared fish, pretended
that she was speared in fact... and finally thrust her fingers into her cunt as Tundra
whimpered and licked her shaking knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again, Tundra lay beside her. She'd been hugging his strong,
soft-furred body against her. A swirl of half-thoughts came at her but she gritted her
teeth and shook them away. Rhonda felt nicely warm, relaxed. It wasn't a feeling she
was used to. Again she tried to deal with what had happened to her but again her mind
clenched. She sat up on the edge of the bed. Tundra rested his head in her lap, looked
up with soft eyes. She smiled finally and ruffled his fur.
"You crazy dog. Did you know how crazy you are?" Tundra's tail wagged happily.
Rhonda took a deep breath, held it until her eyes swam. "Okay, I guess the world isn't
going to stop and let us off, Tundra. It just isn't." She fingered the tattered nylon that
had been her panties. "You owe me for these," she said against one perked ear. Tundra
nuzzled closer, pressed his black nose against her soft belly.
Rhonda got up from the bed and put her dress back on. Tundra padded behind her
down the hall and into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and dug around in the
back until she found the steaks she had taken out of the freezer earlier to thaw. Tundra
looked on, tail revolving slowly in anticipation. She unwrapped one large t-bone, put it
in a platter and set it down before the big dog. He went after it ravenously, hacking at
the bones with his teeth, holding the bloody meat down with a paw as he tore at it with
powerful jaws. Rhonda bit her lip as she watched. He was just an animal, really. And
yet he'd done things to her that had an almost human tenderness.
"I think I'm losing my mind!" she laughed. The Scotch bottle was on top of the liquor
cabinet when she went into the front room. She got a fresh glass and filled it halfway. It
had happened, it was over. What could she do now but be somewhat philosophical. No
one in the world must ever find out. Rhonda sipped the drink. If Shari ever even
suspected... Rhonda's skin prickled with embarrassment. She took another, larger sip
from the glass.
"I was horny," she whispered to herself, "the dog smelled it. A crazy coincidence.
Crazy, that's all. It's done, it's over with." She sat down in a big chair and closed her
eyes. In a little bit Mother would ring for her afternoon tea. It was still going to be a
long day.


Chapter 4

"Your folks are going to be gone?" Shari poked idly at her navel. Craig watched the
poking with interest.
"You don't have to tell your mom that." He looked to Shari like he wanted to put his
finger in her navel too. Her cut-off jeans hung low on her slim hips. She moved to
remind him just how pretty she was without any clothes.
"Well it has been a week since our last date," Shari said, poking out her bottom up...
"When I really bug her, Mom's a pushover. I just hope she doesn't find out later that
your parents are going to White Springs for the weekend."
Craig grinned. "They're already on their way." He put a hand out, touched Shari's
belly. "God you're fine. I can't stop thinking about how it felt..." She brushed his hand
off, stood up. She felt like teasing him a little.
"I don't know about doing anything with you tonight..." The trees clattered their leaves
about their heads. There wasn't another soul at the lake. Most kids in town liked to
hang out at the pool. Boys brought girls to the lake for one reason usually. The same
reason Craig had brought her this afternoon. He wanted a little goodie before the feast.
"What do ya mean, you..." He looked very upset. The lump in his pants was too huge
for him to stand up. It was so funny how incapacitated boys became when there was a
girl around. "I thought you said if I got a..." Craig's face reddened slightly.
"...something to use, you'd let me." He looked at her, looked away.
"Well?" Shari pulled her skimpy halter a little higher on her tits.
"Well I got something."
Shari went over to the big tree by the car. She held to a low branch and rose up on her
tiptoes. She widened her stance and repeated the movements, feeling the way her calves
bulged out, liking the tension in the big muscles of her ass. She didn't have any panties
on underneath her jean shorts but Craig didn't know that.
"Who else is coming?" she asked, pretending disinterest.
"Diane'll be there. And Bobby Brunner." Craig plucked a piece of spear grass and
chewed it. "Justin Woolsley said he'd come over if he found a date. I really didn't want
so many people around, but I guess word got out." Shari sauntered back over and sat
down on the blanket. She knew that if she sat in a certain way... sat with one leg cocked
to the side that Craig might just be able to see one hairless, white lip of her cunt. She
let a knee fall like that and watched his eyes. Craig glanced down, did a double take
and swallowed hard. He curled an arm around her shoulders and kissed her fine,
blonde hair. Shari let him, let him wet her earlobe. When she felt his teeth there, she
pulled away.
"Hey, cut it out!" She poked at his groin, laughed.
"Shari... I'm really freaky when you're around, you know that don't you?" His fingers
twisted with a pretense of innocence on her knee. Shari wondered how many seconds it
would take him to start moving them. She counted six and Craig pushed another inch
up her thigh. He'd seen all right, he'd gotten a good eyeful. She moved her knees closer
together.
"You know I heard that Justin Woolsley got Juanita Brown in trouble last year." She
touched the back of Craig's hand. He moved it a little closer to the open leg of her
shorts.
"I heard that too." He shrugged. "Juanita was messing around with a lot of guys
though."
Shari was thinking about Justin. He was the wildest guy at Sutton High, the craziest,
always in a little trouble. Everybody knew he smoked grass. Some even said they'd
bought it from him. He was supposed to have graduated that year, but he'd gotten in a
fight and the principal suspended him for the rest of the term. Nobody knew whether
he'd finish his senior year or not. The last time she'd seen him his hair was down to his
shoulders and he was hanging around with some black guys from the other side of the
river. He was big for his age, over six feet and built strong across the shoulders. He'd
played a little football with Craig one season and they were casual friends. Shari
thought that was kind of strange. Craig was so straight and all. Mostly because of his
daddy. She wondered if maybe Craig wished he could get away with as much as Justin,
kind of looked up to him.
She squeezed Craig's fingers.
"You like Justin, don't you?"
"We're pretty tight." He shrugged. "As tight as Justin gets with anybody."
"What's he like? I mean, does he really make love to as many girls as I hear...?" Her
frankness surprised her.
"What are we talking about Justin for?" He pulled her face around and kissed her wetly
on the lips. Shari moved against the kiss, finally let him push his tongue between her
teeth.
"Mmmmm, quit!"
"What's wrong with you anyway?"
"Maybe you're being a little too pushy." She let his finger slide just inside her jean
shorts, let it touch the down that lined her cuntal slit. Then she got up again.
"I heard that Justin does things to girls that nobody else in school does." She was
turned away from him so he couldn't see her flushed cheeks. Just thinking about
something like that made her feel naked and breathless. She'd heard Diane talk about it
once. About Justin eating a girl's cunt. Shari touched her fingers to her belly, sucked a
quick breath.
"I don't know," Craig snapped, "I'm never around when he's fooling with a chick."
"You're mad, aren't you?" She'd whirled, challenging him. His eyes softened
immediately and he shook his head. Shari thrilled with her new power.
"Look, Shari, I dig you. I don't want to talk about a bunch of other stuff." He held out
his hand. She lifted her eyebrows, pouted, finally went over and sat back down. Craig
pushed a hand quickly under the frayed edge of her shorts.
"Ohhh," she breathed, surprised. He rubbed the puffy cuntlip and even as she tried to
squirm away she could feel her slick juice flooding out. Craig felt it too.
"You're hurrying things aren't you?" Shari shivered as he kissed the hollows of her
neck.
"I told you I had a rubber." She laughed that he'd finally said the word. His kisses were
doing more than she wanted them to. She struggled a little, felt her will power draining
away. Craig's finger had pressed deeper into her flooding cuntal crevice. He worked it
back and forth until her whole bottom glowed. It was funny how her cunt excited Craig
so much when Doctor Vincent hadn't even raised an eyebrow. But then he was so old.
It was kind of odd how he'd given her a pelvic examination though along with the
usual eye, ear, nose, throat, blood pressure and other stuff. Shari thought only married
women got pelvics. When they were gonna have a kid or get a pap smear or something.
Doctor Vincent sure hadn't done a pap smear on her, at least she didn't think he had.
He'd just put her in those weird-looking stirrups and kind of poked around. He'd slid
something smooth up and down her slit, pushing it against her hymen a little bit. That
was all. Like Craig was doing with his finger now. She liked the way Craig did it lots
better.
"Ohhhh, you'd better stop."
"Why can't we do it right now?" He was looking at her with hot, hungry eyes. It
excited her more than she wanted to admit. She bit her bottom lip.
"It's so... public out here."
"I know a place in the trees." He pointed to some high ground between two rocks.
"You could hear somebody coming for a hundred yards." Shari tried to quiet her
breath. Craig tickled her inner cuntlips, bent to nibble at her earlobe again. Oh god, it
felt good.
"Oh Craig..." She turned her open mouth to him. When his tongue went deep she
knew she was a goner. "Oh yessss. If you really and truly want me!"
"Come on!" He was up, limping around as he tried to get his cock straight in his Levi's.

* * *

When he had spread the blanket again, Shari went over to him. He untied her halter
and let it fall in the grass. She unbuttoned her cut-offs by herself and let them drop
around her ankles. Craig eyed her. He was panting unashamedly.
"Am I pretty?"
"Christ yes." He circled her small waist, pulled her nakedness against him. Then he let
her go and began stripping off his things in a panic. His cock looked bigger in the full
light of day. Shari went over to him again, shy from his blatant hot looks. She cradled
the heavy-hanging cock in her thin fingers. His balls were pulled up tight in their sac.
She fondled the wrinkled skin there and caressed the bulbous, blood-filled head. There
was a little knot of fear in her guts. She knew that she was going to be changed in a few
minutes, changed forever. She was going to let Craig break through that thin
membrane and fuck his cock deep into her body. She was three weeks past her
sixteenth birthday and about to give her virginity away to a guy she didn't love. Good
old Craig. He was a nice guy, but she could never get really crazy over him. Not like
Juanita Brown had gotten crazy over Justin Woolsley. Craig was searching frantically in
his pocket.
"It's in here somewhere... there!"
Shari watched as he tore the foil, pulled the almost transparent membrane out of its
package. It looked covered with some kind of oil and as he rolled it down over his
throbbing prick, she saw how terribly thin it was.
"You're s-s-sure it won't break?" The fear was building. She felt a little sick.
"Naw, they don't break. Not very often anyway."
Shari gave him a sharp look. "Now listen to me, Craig, if you knock me up I'll swear
I'll..." She didn't know what she'd do. She fought against the fear, shoved it down
inside her hoping it would drown there.
"Hey, baby, it's cool. I wouldn't mess you up."
She let him hold her. He was trembling just as much as she was. Shari kissed his neck
as he lowered her onto her back. He felt gently along her cuntal slit with his finger,
pressed in against the soft bunched flesh of her cherry. Shari gasped.
"I thought... I mean aren't you..."
"I think I should tear it a little first with my finger," Craig whispered, pushing harder
now. She felt a tiny needle of pain.
"Who told you that!" she blurted, clutching his back, arching her herself back from his
hurting finger.
"Uh... nobody."
But she knew who had. Craig might as well have said the name. Justin. She knew Justin
had told him. It would be just like Justin to take a girl that way. She shuddered,
squinched her eyes against the pain.
"Don't wiggle around so much."
"It hurts!" Craig's finger was first-knuckle deep and still her cherry had not given. She
panted hotly against his cheek, wishing it would be over, wishing he would do it with
his cock, wishing... "Ohhhhh!" She jerked her ass from the sudden sensation of jagged
pain, the unfamiliar feeling of being penetrated by something. Gingerly, Craig drew his
finger out. He laid it on the blanket beside her shoulder. There was blood all over his
knuckles. She watched it drying in the sun. A trickle of something hot coursed down
her ass.
"I'm bleeding! I can feel it!"
Craig rested his body onto hers. She felt his rubber-sheathed cock pushing into her
cunt. He was kissing her tits, sliding down to enter her. Dappled light came through
the leaves overhead. She felt dizzy, half-crazy with what was taking place. She wanted to
say something but her mouth was dry. She licked her lips and Craig kissed her. His
cock gouged slickly down her cuntal cleft and the domed head pressed against what was
left of her cherry. With a quick lunge, Craig fucked her. She felt the fleshy barb split
her bleeding hymen, felt the cockshaft go deep. Shari wriggled her slim ass, caught on
the stabbing cock as the boy on top of her worked it slowly deeper. Around the edges
of her cunt was a hurt but she wasn't thinking about that any more. She was
completely blown away by the way her velvety slick cuntal walls were being stretched
apart for Craig's plunging prick.
"Craig... I... oh god, it's like nothing in the world... ohhh..."
"Shari..." His teeth cut at her chin and she opened her mouth hungrily, wanting his kiss
as badly as he wanted to kiss her. Their mouths trembled in the panting heat of the
moment. She sucked ravenously at his tongue. She'd never kissed a boy like that ever,
but now it was the only way. She felt tender and soft and weak and just as strangely
like she was a wild little animal. Slowly she was learning how her body moved, how it
felt when she moved it like that. When she arched her back and tilted her cuntal
mound downward, Craig's cock gouged against the walls of her pussy. He grunted with
pleasure and slid his fingers down her waist, over her plump asscheeks. She rolled her
pelvis, squirmed against his cupping hands. Holding her like that he fucked deep and
hard. He was all the way in her, his balls bumping her cuntlips. She cried and bit at his
lips and babbled something that made no sense at all.
Shari tried her legs looped over the back of Craig's. It felt snaky and nice but she
couldn't move her body as much that way and she liked to move her body. It seemed
best when she put her feet flat on the blanket, knees bent and wide apart. She could
wiggle and tilt her hips, buck them up from the ground that way. She bit her lip and
concentrated on controlling the strange new muscles inside her cunt. She had never
imagined that she could make them contract, to milk the rigid shaft of Craig's cock. But
she could. She tried it again and again until at last he gave her a funny look.
"How do you do that, Shari? Oh god... how?"
"Does it feel good for you?"
"Wow!" He pulled himself back, back. His cock was almost all the way out of her cunt.
She could feel the ridged, spongy tip just inside her ring of muscles. She bore down on
him, tightened with all her might. Craig's face went slack and he closed his eyes. Shari
smiled with pride as she worked her slim ass around and made her velvety cuntal walls
caress the taut rubber skin over his cockhead. .
The teasing friction got to Craig quickly. He rubbed his chest against her small tits and
started pumping his cock deep again. She felt his hips grate against hers, felt the hilt of
his shaft tight against her flattened cuntlips. Shari was conscious of the hard ground
under her, the heavy male above. She felt crushed and helpless and in a strange way in
control too. She touched Craig's hunching ass and felt him suck air and begin to move
differently as she petted him there. He was so hard-muscled, so eager in his lovemaking.
How did other men do it? Or were they all the same? No, she couldn't imagine that.
She was drooling, her face thrust to the side as Craig kissed her neck, her ear, the
sensitive places around her blue eyes. Every touch of his lips on her created new furies
at her crotch, along the pink flesh of her nipples. It was a glorious feeling to fuck. She
hadn't known how good it was going to be. The carnal feel of being able to rub her
loins against the loins of a male made her giddy with delight. And she had a sense of
breaking the rules too, of striking out into dangerous, unexplored territory. Diane
would flip! They had a kind of unspoken competition going... who would be the first to
have her cherry popped. The sore rub of Craig's cockshaft past her tattered hymen
meant victory for Shari! She hugged her thin arms around Craig's neck and rolled her
ass on the thin blanket.
"What does it feel like to you, Craig?" she whispered.
"You're so tight... so damned tight!" His Adam's apple worked as he slowly dragged his
cock out of her cunt. Shari felt her insides being pulled along with it, felt the walls of
her cunt clasping and sucking in around the hollows behind the ridged, swollen tip of
his cock. Then with just his tip touching her outer cuntlips, Craig pushed in again. The
muscles, the velvet lips parted for the smooth, slick glans and her insides grew full.
When finally she felt his body pressed as hard as it would go against her cuntal mound,
Shari squirmed herself down even tighter. She wanted to see how much she could take,
wanted to find the end of her young pussy. But there was no sensation of being hurt or
stretched. She held her breath and thrashed her ass around. Still nothing.
"How long is..." She bit her bottom lip, excited just by her own words. "How long are
you, Craig?"
"Six inches I guess... I don't know for sure."
Shari shivered against the crushing rub of her clit. "Are most guys about that big?"
"I don't know..." Craig's words were muffled as he opened his mouth against her
throat. The cut of his teeth, the wet suction of his lips on that most vulnerable places
gave her scary, ecstatic tingles. She clung like a weak kitten to her lover's shoulders as
he spread her cunt, drew his cock back and speared her again. He was more forceful
now, more intent on each movement. Her plump ass quivered with each thrust. Her clit
burned with the tickle of his pubic hair raking over it. She dug her heels at the blanket
and shut her eyes.
"Ohhhhh, it's starting to drive me insane... it feels itchy and weird. How does it feel to
you, honey?"
"I can feel you real deep. You're soft way inside. Real soft. Soft and hot and slick."
Craig groaned as she tightened her sphincter and the sympathetic muscles around her
cuntal hole. "I never had a girl who could do that so good. It almost hurts when you
really..." His eyes fluttered shut. "Christ, Shari! You're milking me... I'm gonna come if
you don't stop...!"
Shari didn't want him to come yet. She stopped contracting, lay very still on the
blanket. Craig lay there too, holding his breath. She was thinking about what he'd said.
"You mean other girls can't make their..." She still wasn't used to using those words.
"Not like you... Jesus... oowww!"
"I'm sorry!" She kissed his chin. "It's hard to keep from doing it when you go so
deep..."
Shari pushed her legs down straight on the blanket and stretched them as far apart as
she could. Her heels brushed the weeds around them. She was all the way open, her
cuntlips peeled back as Craig fucked her. She wondered how it looked down there with
her pussy so stretched and swollen and drenched with her flowing butter. She tried to
get a hand between their bellies, but Craig was too intent on his rhythm to let her.
"Uuuhhh," he moaned in her ear and she sensed what the gasping moan meant. His
movements, his breathing was building in a way that was different from before. She
could feel something taking over his body, a driving need to purge his seed, to
impregnate the female. Thank god for the rubber. It was scary enough with it on and
for a split-second she had a picture in her mind of it tearing back around the bulging
head of Craig's cock just as his cum spurted out.
"Please, Craig, let me touch you... down there."
Craig made room for her hand between their bellies. She surrounded his cockshaft as
he began to slide it out. It was drenched with her juice, her blood. She traced the taut,
thin rubber until the ridged tip was clear of her cuntal mouth. Yes, the rubber sheath
was still in one piece. The heavy glans pulsed and when she scratched a nail lightly
against the spongy meat, Craig growled and drove suddenly into her cunt again. Her
cunt muscles spasmed, sucked at the invading monster. Her fingers lingered there, felt
the spasming continue and build into a savage fury. Craig was going to come.
"Slow down, honey!" she whispered. "I... can't... it's too good." "Wait for me... Ohhhh,
wait!" "Shari... damn...!" He was fucking her faster instead of slower. It had been the
touch of her fingers on his cock, on his balls. She couldn't stop him now, she knew she
couldn't. He kissed her roughly, peeling her lips back over her teeth. He was hurting
her a little, taking her like a helpless animal in a trap. Her cunt throbbed. The flesh
around her clit was glowing as more floods of juice were pushed out to soothe the
friction of their joined flesh. Shari squinched her eyes tight and fucked for all she was
worth. Her ass bounced on the ground, thrust hard against Craig's savage movements.
It was the brutal stabbing that made Shari tighten her muscles. She felt the powerful
ring of her cunt cinch down around the base of Craig's prick just as his movements had
become most violent.
"Aahhh... Shariii!" He squirmed helplessly atop her. His face was twisted as if he were
being tortured. And with her muscles so tight, she could feel the steady pulsing of his
glans as his body tried to unload the boiling cum in his balls. She was shutting off the
tube that coursed along the bottom of his cockshaft to his orifice. She'd strangled him
in the middle of his come. She knew now that she was different from most girls, she
had something that she could control, and with it control a man. But the trapped
fullness in her belly, the gouging, caught prick was pushing her closer to the edge of
joy.
Shari danced her ass wildly, still holding Craig's cockshaft with her aching cunt. It hurt
to hold him for very long but she was starting to come now, she could feel the rushing
tickles that maddened the ruby bulge of her clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!" She flailed the air with her feet, dug nails against Craig's broad back.
"Ohhhhhh god, honey, it's... it's..." She released the tenseness, felt her cunt soften
around Craig's cock once again.
He grunted and lunged like a maniac. She hadn't realized that he could stab her so
deep and so quickly as he was doing now, and the friction burst into a golden fireball.
She bit his neck hard and rubbed her ravaged, bloody cunt against him in a final,
gasping rut. They rolled half on their sides and for a second Shari found herself on top
of Craig. Then he rolled over her again. She felt far away and dreamy and fucked finally
and forever. She smelled their sweat mingling, tasted the spit drying on her lips, Craig's
spit. Her neck was raw from the rub of his whiskers... but how could she care if he
hadn't shaved so good that morning. She ran her palms along his back to feel the dying
tremors of his orgasm. He shook like a baby sometimes and she petted and cooed to
him. She felt lovely. She knew now what it was like. Shari knew too why the world
turned around that tiny, funny word. Sex. Oh god, it had to be the best thing anybody
could ever do! She thought of another word... "fuck". It was different now, changed. It
didn't feel so dirty on her tongue.
"Fuck..." At least not all dirty. It had taken on a deeper, more mysterious connotation.
She knew that one fuck didn't make her into a good lover. Craig was only one guy in
the world. There were so many thousands more... all with different cocks, different
mouths, different hands.
"I better get this off..." Craig was pulling his cock out, lifting his body from hers. She
felt his softened cockshaft slide past her cuntlips. She was empty now. She sat up to
look at her ruined virginity.
"Wow, I'm a mess!" There was blood smeared on the insides of both thighs, most of it
already dry. Craig's rubber-sheathed cock was bloody too, and she saw that the end of
the rubber bulged with cum. He skinned it off like he'd done it lots of times before. She
swallowed with a last glimmer of excitement as he knotted the mouth and tossed it into
the weeds nearby. Shari looked at the thing there that had been such an intimate part
of her only moments before. She had fucked against the rubber membrane, milked her
muscles against its surface. When Craig turned to pick up his shorts, she gingerly
picked the spent rubber up and slipped it into the pocket of her shorts. Then she stood
up and slipped them up her long legs. The knot would keep the cum from spilling. She
had a souvenir now, something she could look at later.
"What are you laughing at?" Craig asked, smiling at her as he buttoned his shirt.
"Nothing." She giggled again. She was imagining the look on Diane's face when she
fished the bloody, cum-filled thing out of her pocket. Craig hugged her waist.
"Can't wait till the party at my folks' house tonight." The tone of his voice told her
what he expected. Shari had the distinct feeling that her status had changed. Between
the time Craig had lowered her to the blanket and now, she had become merely a
willing receptacle for his cock. It was only a feeling and yet such a strong one. Even
though she wanted to feel a cock in her cunt again too, she felt manipulated. Shari
thought it would be lots more fun to have things the other way around.
"Maybe there'll be too many people there..."
"My folks have a lock on their bedroom door." Craig kissed her mouth. She let him
linger for a second then turned her face away.
"Maybe I won't be in the mood." She lowered her long, blonde lashes.
He laughed. "The way you went after it just now? You'll be in the mood."
Shari knew he was right. She couldn't think of anything she wanted to do more than
fuck. Not now. Not after she'd felt that tantalizing fullness in her belly, felt the tickling
itch explode her raw little clit. But she couldn't let Craig know just how crazy she was
to have more fucking, she just couldn't.
She buttoned her blouse, buckled her sandals. She and Craig held hands all the way
back to the car. He was actually swaggering! She wondered which of his friends he
would tell first. She wasn't certain whether she cared or not. Pamela Webb had been
fucking a guy since she was a sophomore and Pamela was president of the student
council at Sutton High. It didn't seem to matter att that much, much.
Shari sat next to Craig as they headed back to town. Her cunt throbbed. She dabbed at
the blood smears with a spit-damp Kleenex until her thighs were at least clean enough
to make it to her room. When Craig leaned to kiss her goodbye, she flitted away from
him and out of the car.
"See you tonight!" he called after her.
When Shari got to her room she closed the door and picked up the receiver of her pale
blue Princess phone. Her fingers were shaking and she had to dial the number twice.
"Hello... Diane?" Shari unbuttoned her faded shorts, let them slide down her legs.
"Tonight at the party I have something important to tell you!" She giggled and looked
proudly down at the hairless lips of her young cunt. "Oh wow, do I ever!"


Chapter 5

Rhonda stared at Shari. She was sure she must have mistaken her daughter's words.
"What did you just say?"
"That Doctor Vincent gave me a pelvic examination." Shari shrugged. "No big thing. I
just wondered why... I didn't hurt or anything."
Rhonda buttered her bread and tried to think. Maybe it wasn't that out of the ordinary
for a teenager to have a pelvic, and yet there was something funny about the whole
thing. Doctor Vincent for instance. She'd always been suspicious of her mother
whenever she made arrangements ahead of time without telling anyone. Her mother
knew that Shari had a regular physician at the clinic and yet this time Doctor Vincent
had been called.
"Something wrong, Mom?" Shari took a drink of milk. A thin line of white stayed on
her upper lip. Rhonda remembered how she had always done that when she drank
milk. She seemed such a baby still.
"I guess I'd better fix your grandmother a plate and take it up."
Shari wolfed down a bite of potato. "So it's okay for me to go over to Craig's tonight?"
Rhonda frowned. She got up and went to the stove.
"You're certain his parents will be there?" "Oh sure. No sweat."
"I guess it will be all right. But I want you home before eleven..."
"Aw, Mom, most of the kids get to stay out 'til twelve..."
"You're not most of the kids."
"Mom..."
"Take it or leave it," Rhonda said, dishing food onto a plate. She could feel Shari's
glowering countenance behind her as she fixed the tray, poured a cup of coffee. Mother
always insisted on freshly brewed coffee with her evening meal. She insisted on a lot of
things nowadays it seemed. Rhonda took the tray and went upstairs.

* * *

"Why of course I knew Doctor Vincent would do a pelvic," her mother said, nibbling
toast. "It's the usual practice when a girl reaches a particular stage of maturity..."
"That may be true, Mother, but in this case I have a feeling you wanted to know
something else." Rhonda interlaced her fingers to keep them still. "It was something
you said to me once. About modern morals and Shari without a father around to see to
her... discipline."
Hilda pursed her lips over the coffee cup and blew. "Well, now that you've dragged the
whole thing out in the open I may as well tell you. Tomorrow I'll make arrangements at
the bank for a third of my present worth to be signed over to Shari." She smiled thinly
at Rhonda. "That's a considerable amount, you know. And whether Shari got it or not
depended on one thing..."
"Whether or not she was a virgin," Rhonda interrupted. Her voice was tight and dry.
"Exactly." Her mother sipped more coffee. "I'll admit I doubted your control over the
girl. I was almost certain..." She waved a hand. "But I was wrong. Happily as it turns
out."
"Mother, I think you are the most despicable, the most–"
"It doesn't matter what you think, my dear." Hilda tasted a potato, laid the fork on her
plate. "The money will reside in a trust fund until the time of Shari's twenty-first
birthday." Hilda swallowed grotesquely. "I trust you to look after your daughter's
morals until that time."
"I think you have a filthy mind, Mother. Forgive me, but I have to say it. I feel as
strongly as you do about Shari's welfare but to make it all so black and white... so cold.
As if you can buy her chastity." Rhonda choked back a sob. "A medical examination! If
Shari knew why! I wouldn't want her to know, ever!"
"That, my dear, is up to you."
"Maybe I happen to trust my daughter," Rhonda went on. "Yes, that's it. I trust her. I
don't want to know everything, every little detail of her life. She'll have to make her
own decisions when it comes to certain things. And if she makes a mistake..." Her
mother's steely eyes flared bright.
"A girl need let down her defenses just once..." Hilda shook a crooked finger. "...just
once and a man sullies her forever."
"You were sullied once," Rhonda sobbed, "that's how I came to be here."
"We're speaking of the future, not the past." Her mother picked up her coffee again.
"Oh yes, Rhonda, would you see to those jobs I told you about? We don't want winter
to sneak up on us and have things in a mess outside."
"Yes, Mother, the boy from the university should be coming over tomorrow morning."
She backed out of the room, pulled the door closed behind her. Tundra met her as she
started down the stairs. He bumped his nose against the crotch of her corduroy slacks,
whined. His crazy, obvious lust for her was funny somehow and Rhonda smiled
through her tears. She ruffed the dog's ears, remembering that night a week ago, that
wicked, wicked night. Remembering the wickedness made her feel surprisingly good. It
was a kind of antidote to her mother's ugly Puritanism. If only she could tell Hilda how
Tundra had ravished her that night! Rhonda laughed out loud.
"Mom? You okay?" Shari stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up. Rhonda never
ceased to be flabbergasted at her daughter's beauty. Her small face framed with fine
white-blonde hair, Doug's hair. Her sparkling blue eyes. Rhonda smeared her tears
away with the back of a hand and came on down, Tundra a few steps behind.
"I've changed my mind about how late you can stay out," Rhonda said. "If you really
want to, you can stay at Craig's 'til twelve." Shari threw her arms around Rhonda's
neck.
"Oh wow, Mom, that's neat!" She kissed her. When Shari bounced away upstairs,
Rhonda watched the youthful quiver of her firm thighs. A girl was only young once.
She deserved to have a good time. Tundra nuzzled close, mouthed her ankle.
"Tundra!" She felt his sharp fangs. The dog was letting his teeth hurt her just a tiny bit.
Just enough to cause a thrill to shoot up her leg. Her thoughts made her flush with
shame. She'd actually been thinking of how good it would feel if she let Tundra lick her
cunt again...
"Down, Tundra, down!"
The dog circled behind her, sniffed the seat of her pants. Rhonda went back upstairs to
her room. She lived at the far end of the west wing. She liked the isolation from her
mother there and enjoyed the big private bathroom that was all hers. As she undressed,
she heard Tundra whining as he scratched on the door. Her amusement was tempered
with a vague excitement. She let herself think again about that night a week back when
he'd first made motions toward her. There was no mistaking the sensations she felt in
the damp, hot softness between her thighs. Rhonda finished stripping and looked at
herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She was pretty well preserved
for someone in her thirties. Her tits sagged very little for being so large, and she hadn't
lost her waist yet, hadn't gone to ass. She could see certain curves in herself that Shari
had inherited, nice curves.
Could a man get interested in her?
She hadn't given that possibility much of a chance in the past years. Once she'd invited
a man over, someone she'd met through a casual friend. It hadn't worked. Entertaining
a male in that house was impossible. Her mother's presence seemed to hover behind
every chair, around every corner. Rhonda had felt spied upon and when her date had
put his arm around her shoulder, kissed her, she froze. Her mother's face filled her
mind, that wrinkled, disapproving specter she'd known all her life.
Rhonda felt the need of a drink. She'd been doing that a lot lately, especially in the
evening. She wished she'd brought a bottle upstairs with her but there was no way she
could sneak down and get something now, not with Tundra guarding her door. She
smiled at herself in the mirror, surprised at the obvious sensuality of her reflection. Her
smile had said, "Why not?"
"I must really be slipping," she said to the mirror. A sudden image invaded her
thoughts, the flash of Tundra's soft coat between her knees as he reached his mouth up
to... Rhonda fanned fingers over her still firm belly. Maybe if she had gone to fat, she
wouldn't be bothered so much with her sexuality. Maybe if she didn't have a teenage
daughter who was starting to date. Whatever the reason, sex was always hanging close
by her thoughts. She'd pretended not to see it in past years but it always erupted again
later when she least expected.
Tundra bumped the door again. She heard voices outside her window, Craig and Shari
getting in a car. The house would be empty now except for her mother... and Tundra.
She was alone to entertain herself. Or to have herself entertained.
"What am I thinking of!" She knew exactly what she was thinking. As if some other
force were guiding her, Rhonda turned, walked slowly to the door. She had only to turn
the knob. Her heart pounded. She felt the hot seep of her cuntal juices, the hunger
inside her. She hungered for touch, for the touch of some entity outside herself. Tundra
squealed, sensing her nearness. Rhonda tightened her fingers on the doorknob.
"A dog..." She closed her eyes. "No, I can't let it happen again, ever." She let go the
knob, rubbed both her palms on her naked hips. She was breathing hard now and her
nipples had become thick, tumid nubbins that wanted to be touched. The wrong and
right of it was growing mistier. She felt drawn toward the wicked, the rebellious. The
image of her mother's scolding face made her act. With a frustrated groan Rhonda
threw back the door. Tundra rushed into the room all pants and happy squeaks. She
closed and locked the door as his tongue wet her thighs. He stepped on her bare feet,
almost knocked her down with his shoulders.
Rhonda barely made it to the bed. Tundra jumped excitedly up, drool from his tongue
dripping onto her stomach as he licked in hot expectation. She guided him upward,
rewarding him with a scratch behind the ears when he began to wash her tits. His pink
tongue was so hot! So rough! And soft too. She wallowed her shoulders on the bed,
breathless with the furry animal's eagerness. His coat prickled her naked skin. She
hooked a leg up and petted his back, bumped his wagging tail. There was no getting
around it now, she was letting it happen. She was stone sober, naked on the bed. She
was urging a dog to excite her!
"Oh Tundra!"
Rhonda rolled onto her stomach and laughed as the handsome animal bobbed his head
around, trying to find a vulnerable spot again. He nosed around her ears until she was
thoroughly wet. This new titillation was unexpected and had a surprisingly intense
effect on her. Tundra stood over her, legs braced on either side of her back. He licked
down her back, the hollows, the bumps. Rhonda gave a shivery moan and widened her
knees. Then slowly she lifted her ass, wagged it for Tundra. The dog grunted and wet
each cheek with his sloppy tongue. He smoothed it between her crack until his hot spit
dribbled down over the thick curls of her cunt. It was something she'd never had done
in her life and Rhonda arched her back more, rose up on her knees to give Tundra
more room. She was panting every bit as hard as he was. The weight of her tits hanging
down from her chest excited her even more. She wobbled there on her elbows, gasping
in lungfuls of air when she could, holding her breath when Tundra's strong tongue
brushed a particularly sensitive spot. He was working lower on her loins. She parted her
thighs until her inner cuntlips peeled stickily back from the tumid pussy-meat along her
slit. Tundra pushed at her hungrily, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound and
upward.
"Tundraaa...! Oh... ohhh!" She rolled onto her back again, legs parted for his sharp
muzzle. Tundra pushed bravely into the mouth of her cunt with his black snout,
snuffling and panting in the steamy, soaked flesh. She kicked a leg out as the tense
thrills built.
The dog was growling, that soft, smothered growl of lust she'd heard before. When she
looked down under Tundra's belly, she saw the dark red spear of his cock. It had
slipped an inch or two out of the furry sheath and glistened with his natural lubrication.
Rhonda shuddered, her eyes glued to the strange thing. Through her head ran a
shadowy movie of dogs fucking. Fucking in packs, fucking three males to a bitch,
fucking in the street.
She babbled with excitement, held Tundra's head down so that he lapped her velvet
cuntal slit open. She was sitting up now, watching the dog lick her cunt. His tongue
rubbed her flooding pussymeat and she watched her clitoris forced down. Tundra
wagged his narrow dog hips and even more of his red cock slithered out. Her cuntal
hair clung together in wet little curls along the edge of her cuntlips. Sitting with her
legs partially crossed made her fully open to Tundra's persistent affection, and she could
see the tendons in her inner thighs bulging out whenever Tundra slurped upward
through the slippery length of her cuntal cleft.
Tundra saw this and closed his sharp teeth down on the ridged muscle. The effect was
immediate and consumed Rhonda in a fury of tingling goodness. She fell back on the
bed and thrust her cuntal mound upward, tossing it around in circles, whimpering for
Tundra to eat her again. He jumped forward and wildly devoured her senses. It
happened quickly, irresistibly, and she felt the friction build in seconds to her climax.
Tundra humped his ass as he nipped and licked her cunt. She could feel the shake of
his shoulders and strong back and the subtle, erotic movement added to her fever.
"Yes, Tundra... yesssss!"
She whipped her legs against the bed, hugging Tundra's body finally with the insides of
her knees as he brought her up, up to the final throbbing hurt. That hurt so keen that
pleasure boiled from it as her hot juices boiled from the tender crevices of her cunt and
wet Tundra's furry muzzle. She could hear the slick sounds of his mouth on her cunt. It
sucked and clicked with each movement.
And she couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans, her feverish squirming seemed to
set Tundra off into yet a wilder fury. He made strange animal sounds against the hot
mess of her cunt, a kind of growling, whining noise that caused her to open her knees
even wider. As her passion peaked, Tundra opened his jaws and took her cuntal mound
between his teeth. He shook her gently, fangs pressing maddeningly against the tender
flesh as his tongue swathed the delirious pleasure from her body, the keening whimpers
from her throat.
Rhonda hadn't meant to touch the dog under his belly. Her hand had slipped back as
she'd tossed in the fiery release her body shivered through, and Tundra's extended cock
brushed her palm, or she'd brushed him. In a second he was humping his cock against
her touch, her knee and shin.
"Uhhh... Tundra..."
His dog cum came so quickly. She felt it splatter her forcefully and the dog moaned and
howled as she tried to wiggle away from the spurting little blasts of the hot slime.
"Nooo... oh god no!" She found herself in the bathroom, door locked behind her. She
could hardly stand. She breathed in huge lungfuls of air and looked at her lust-swollen
face in the mirror. Tundra's warm dog jizz dribbled down her legs. The poor thing
hadn't meant anything wrong. It was just pleasure to him and her hand had
accidentally started what she couldn't allow herself to finish. Tundra had finished it
instead.
"I can't go on like this, I can't let it happen again..." Rhonda sobbed into her hands.
Why couldn't she think straight any more. She needed a drink. Yes, a drink would
help. Drinks always blurred things so quickly. She could forget that she'd turned the
knob all by herself, let Tundra into her bedroom to romp with her on the bed. Rhonda
washed her body and went back into her bedroom. Tundra was sitting in the corner,
licking himself, licking that odd red dog cock of his. Rhonda shuddered, hurriedly
pulled on some clothes. Tundra followed her downstairs. He sat quietly as she poured
herself a huge Scotch on the rocks. Rhonda lifted the glass, looked at Tundra.
."You've got to leave me alone, you crazy dog." She gulped the potent liquor. An
immediate warmth spread in her belly. Her loins still had the warm glow that Tundra
had given her with his hungry mouth. Right or wrong or what, she didn't know. She
took the drink to the front room and sat braiding her hair while Tundra looked
affectionately at each movement. It had been less than fifteen minutes and already she
was longing to feel her body loved again. Rhonda knew she was treading on the thin ice
of madness. People just didn't go around letting dogs...
She finished one braid and started another. Her brown hair was long and straight and
lustrous. Odd that she hadn't attracted some man with it, even a pimply supermarket
clerk or filling-station attendant. Men just looked, that was all. The Mercedes put them
off, her mother's Mercedes really. Perhaps she could tell the next man who eyed her
that she wasn't above them, that the car wasn't even hers, that she even had a dog
who...
Rhonda's laugh scared Tundra. He jumped to his feet, barked.
"Come here, boy," she cooed. Tundra wagged his tail and quickly padded over. Why
had she put on a dress? And she had forgotten something else, something very
important. She'd forgotten to put on her panties.
"Why is this happening to me... why?" But already, Tundra was softly licking her thighs
as she sat there in her mother's huge living room. Sat there alone in that great leather
chair as Tundra nuzzled her dress up. Her raw tissues were tender to the touch, but
Tundra's tongue hurt good. She scooted down, opened her knees. "You bad, bad dog,"
she breathed, closing her eyes. Then just before his licking parted her feather-soft
cuntlips, Rhonda reached to turn out the table light. The only sounds were sexy, moist
sounds. The smell, her own musky cunt. Rhonda whimpered as Tundra built her
tension again. She took another si large swallow of Scotch and lay her head back. She
was a little drunk now. She smiled, felt her breathing quicken. All she had to do was sit
there. She didn't have to move a muscle if she didn't want to. Tundra would bring her
off. She moved to give him more of her flushed cunt-meat to nibble on, relaxed again
into the deep cushions.
"Ohhhh, Tundra. You naughty, naughty dog..."


Chapter 6

Shari was enjoying herself immensely. For on thing Craig was about half-nutty tonight.
He'd been trying to talk her into going to a bedroom with him while the other kids
danced and messed around in the big recreation room downstairs. She held him at bay.
And even Diane's date was giving her more attention than she'd expected. Whenever
Diane wasn't looking, Warren eyed her like he was thinking of undressing her right
there in front of everybody. Shari guessed that he had already undressed her a couple of
times in his mind. Not that she was wearing that much anyway.
Even though miniskirts were kind of passé, Shari had chosen a tiny red one for her
date. It hung low on her hips and drew attention to her lithe, willowy figure, her coltish
legs. Underneath she had on electric-blue panties and a matching jersey top with short
sleeves. The blue made her peachy complexion seem to glow, made her blonde hair
even blonder. She'd combed it down straight and long over her shoulders and as she
danced with Craig she tossed her head around to let Warren see her neck. She felt
terribly sexy now that she was no longer a virgin. It was funny how much difference it
made. She felt liberated and wild and seductive. She was full of little tricks to play.
When Justin came in with his date, Craig shoved a can of beer in his friend's hand and
started telling him how they had the run of the house. Shari studied Justin's date
solemnly. She was wearing old jeans and a T-shirt. She had a slow, dopey look for
everyone and kept pulling at the frizzy tangles of her black hair. It gave Shari a funny
feeling when Justin pulled her close and rubbed his hand over her ass. The girl, her
name was Ronette, nuzzled dreamily against Justin's chest and rolled her ass against his
touch. Shari knew they fucked. She guessed that any girl who went out with Justin had
to be ready to fuck. Justin was something else when it came to women, or so she'd
heard.
While a bottle of whiskey was passed around, Shari sneaked upstairs with Diane. In the
bright neon glare of the hall bathroom, Shari unwrapped the prize she'd been saving to
show her friend.
"I knew what had happened," Diane gushed. "When you said that on the phone, I just
knew!" Shari held the knotted, cum-filled rubber up before her friend's eyes. Diane's
shoulders shook. "How did it feel? Ohhh wow!"
"It felt heavenly!" Shari squinched her short nose, beamed. "When are you and
Warren..."
"It's only our third date." Diane bit her lip. "I'm dying to but I'm afraid he might
think..." Shari nodded.
"Yeah, I know. I'm even a little bit afraid that
Craig is already taking me for granted." She closed her eyes, took a breath. "But it felt
so... ohh god you just have to do it to realize..."
"Did you see how Justin was looking at you?' Diane asked.
"No. I guess I didn't." Shari couldn't tell her best friend how Warren had been looking
at her too.
"Well he has. His girl friend looks like she's been smoking grass."
"How do you know?" Shari giggled. "Do you smoke it?"
"Of course not, silly!" Diane held the knotted rubber in her hand. "Did you bleed a
lot?"
"Yeah... some anyway." She squinted at the bagged tip of the ultra-thin sheath. "That
stuff sure looks slimy doesn't it?" Diane held it up to the light.
"And thick..."
Shari hugged her thin shoulders. "You know it' kinda scary. If any of that got inside..."
She trembled.
"Maybe that's what makes it so much fun!' Diane had a devilish look on her face. Then
her expression changed to one of admiration. "You're something, Shari. A week ago
you didn't know where your clit was and now..." She laughed.
"Maybe you're a good teacher..." Shan dropped the blood-stained rubber into the
commode and flushed it down. The two of them watched it swirl away.
"Come on," Diane said breathily, "you've go me hot just talking about it. I think I'll let
Warren feel me up if we can find a dark corner somewhere..."
When they came back into the rec room, Justin was dancing with his date. He looked
as sexy as Shari remembered him, long hair, wild eyes and broad, strong shoulders. He
hadn't so much as spoken to her yet, but after all they didn't really know each other
and he did have a date. Craig brought her a whiskey drink, but it was too strong and
she made him open a beer instead.
"You wanta go upstairs, Shari?" he whispered.
"Not now." Shari wiped suds from her lip. "I want to listen to the music."
Justin came over and took Craig aside. Shari cocked her ear but could only pick up
pieces of the conversation. "…it'd be cool, man," from Justin. "Well I don't know," from
Craig. Craig sounded pretty drunk and Justin kept pushing it. When Craig came back
over to her he smiled resignedly.
"We're all going upstairs, okay?"
"Okay." Shari shrugged. She was more interested in watching Justin Woolsley's
manner. Warren and Diane drifted over and agreed to whatever was about to happen.
Craig brought some beer and whiskey and everyone drifted toward the door. Shari
watched the way Justin moved. God, he was sexy!
Upstairs things started to happen fast. Justin had everybody sit in a circle on the thick
carpet and then lit up a wrinkled, hand-rolled cigarette. Shari held her breath. She knew
it was grass and when Diane smiled and took the first toke, she felt trapped into
something she wasn't too sure about. Her turn came and she took only a little, handing
the smoldering thing to Justin again. He took advantage of the moment to brush the
inside of her palm with his finger. The sensation was electric, thrillingly hot. She
wondered if she were high already. The smoke didn't taste as bad as she'd imagined but
then she hadn't taken very much at all.
Craig turned out the lamp and someone lit a candle... Diane. Shari could see her smile.
It was a knowing, sensual smile. Or was she imagining that? The joint came her way
again and this time she accidentally got more of the smoke than she'd intended. Justin
patted her on the back when she coughed.
"I don't want any more..." Her voice sounded funny. When she turned to Craig he was
slugging hard from the whiskey bottle. No one else seemed to be drinking any hard
stuff except him. What was he trying to prove anyway? He grabbed her shoulders
roughly and kissed her. She smelled the booze on his breath and pulled away. She felt
so strange. The girl with the black frizzy hair was giggling. Justin said something to 
her and she giggled again.
"Come on," Craig said, grabbing her wrist. She let him pull her away toward a
bedroom. She didn't want to go but she felt like she was swimming through the room.
Craig staggered against the door, fell into the darkened cubicle. It was his room, Shari
knew. He moaned.
"I don't feel so good..."
Shari couldn't see in the darkness. She felt for Craig's hand again, found him crumpled
on the floor next to the bed. She tried to help him up but he jerked away and slumped
sideways. Then she heard him throwing up.
"Oh god..." She felt her way along the wall, found the door and let herself out. In the
living room she could see the candle's light dying. It flickered and went out.
"Shari, come on over." It was Justin. She followed the sound of his voice, sat down
beside Ronette.
"Craig's sick. I think he passed out."
Justin's date giggled. Justin was whispering something to her again. She pushed her
frizzy hair back, leaned close to Shari's ear.
"Justin wants to fuck you." Ronette shrugged, smiled. "So I don't care if you want..."
If she hadn't been so high, Shari might have freaked out. Or would she have freaked at
all? She didn't know. There was nothing to judge anything by any more. Craig passed
out in his own bedroom, Diane and Warren over on the couch feeling each other up...
and what had Ronette said? No, it was a joke.
"How about the two of you together?" Justin laughed. His hot eyes just glimmered in
the light from the hall. It was so dark! Shari looked around the room. She could just
make out the edge of Warren's hand as he slid it up Diane's thigh, under the hem of
her skirt. Diane groaned and pressed her body close to him.
"Hey, baby, you're not very talkative." Justin was touching her neck. She wanted to
move but couldn't. His touch was lovely. But what would Ronette think! She felt like
she was about to spin into a crash. She was in water way over her head. And yet Justin's
eyes were so magnetic, even in the dim light. He made her feel half-naked. She was so
conscious of her tits, small as they were, her bare legs, her ankles. She felt like a fairy
princess. But what had Ronette said? That Justin wanted to fuck her? No, she must
have heard wrong...
"Well," Justin whispered, leaning over Ronette's lap. Ronette ruffed his long hair.
"I feel so strange," Shari said back. They were getting up. Shari was helped up too.
Justin put his arm around her waist and pulled Ronette close on the other side.
"Ain't that some far-out weed?" he said. The touch of his lips on her neck just about
wiped her out. Shari looked up at him, too afraid of what Ronette must be thinking to
say anything. They were in a long hall. Shari didn't know the house at all but there was
a bathroom light on at the end.
"Be right back," Ronette said, "gotta pee." As soon as she was gone, Justin pushed her
up against the wall. She felt his strong body crushing her back. Her slim ass flattened
from the pressure. She was breathing heavily and then not at all. She thought she might
scream.
"You're eatin' stuff," Justin said, kissing her earlobe. The words changed her mood
entirely. The fear skittered away and was replaced by a warm, pulsing goodness that
spread through her belly and cunt. She knew she was high. Would the words have
shocked her otherwise? She didn't know. Eating stuff. That meant a man's mouth on
her... her cunt! Shari squirmed against his urging hips.
"I can't breathe..." His mouth teased hers. She didn't feel so sure of herself any more.
Not like she had with Craig. Justin seemed to have control now, he was bringing little
jabs of excitement to her with each touch. His hand moved down her side, traced a hip,
moved further. Shari gasped against his neck. Unconsciously she kissed him there. He
smelled musky and good. But where was her date, Craig? This wasn't right somehow, it
wasn't...
"Lemme suck your tongue," Justin growled. She gave it to him willingly. Too willingly,
and yet when he pulled it deep between his teeth she was glad she had. He bit and
sucked at it until she whimpered through her nose. His hand had cupped upward,
fingers curled against her silken-covered cuntal mound. He pushed in far enough for
the velvet dampness of her cunt to leak through the nylon and wet his finger.
"Ohhh, I don't think we'd better..." She was panting too hard to finish. Somehow, some
way, Justin had slipped a finger under the skimpy band that clung so wetly to her
naked cunt.
"Jesus, you don't even have any hair on that sweet little thing..." His laugh wasn't a
ridiculing one but Shari blushed violently and felt the blush turn into something else.
"Hey, baby, come on with me..."
"But Ronette..."
"She's probably playin' with herself," Justin said, "come on."
The door slammed behind her. There was a faint glimmer of light coming through the
window, enough to see the hulking silhouette of Justin's shoulders. He pushed her
playfully onto the bed. Her sandals were being unbuckled.
"Justin... I don't want to be in here with you, I really should go and see if Craig..." Her
little toe was sucked between Justin's teeth and she couldn't smother the shrill breathy
cry. "Ohhhhh... oh please..." He sucked two toes now, lapping them wetly with his
tongue. And the bottom of her foot was tickling... what was he doing to it! Weakly she
tried to kick him away but Justin caught both feet. He was kissing up the back of one
calf, licking her. Shari had never imagined anything like this in her wildest, sexiest
dreams. Her reveries had always been rather vague. She knew the rudiments of sex, that
was all. But the subtle, damp touch of lips and teeth against the soft fleshy place behind
her knee was something indescribably... thrilling. She was on her stomach. How had
she gotten onto her stomach? Hands were pushing her short, red skirt up, hooking over
the elastic band of her panties. Shari gasped as the sheer nylon was skinned down over
her plump asscheeks. She made a quick lunge, trying to catch Justin's wrists, but the
silken tangle was pulled on down her thighs, over her knees, gone.
"Wait... don't... don't!" But Justin was so strong. His cheeks were wedged between her
slender thighs, his mouth... "Ohhhhh... god, god, god!" Shari felt as if a trapdoor had
opened beneath her. She was suddenly Alice in Wonderland spinning down, down,
wonderfully down. And the smooth, silky rub of Justin's lips as they forced her secret
cuntlips apart was a furious new sensation. Vague guilts, fears assaulted her spinning
mind, but the sensuality of the moment seemed to override everything else. To have
Justin's mouth against her swelling cunt was as important as air in her lungs. She knew
she hadn't the will power to make him stop. He had her spread, helpless.
Her chest heaved as he moved his head from side to side to burrow deeper between her
outer cuntlips. She felt the flooding juices of her cunt seeping from the deepest parts of
her slit. The tickling of his kisses was so much more delicate than the rough and
hurried fucking she'd had at the lake. But that had been her first time. Shari realized
she knew even less than she'd first thought about the intimacy of men and women. She
had never conceived it possible that a man would really want to put his mouth against
that mushy, musky little slit that cut across the underside of her body. But Justin did.
And he wasn't just kissing it. He was licking deep into her cunt, searching for even a
hotter place. Then she felt him rimming the beginning of her cuntal mouth with his
tongue tip. She stiffened in embarrassed fright but again the thrill washed over her,
blasted any thoughts of self-consciousness away.
"Justinnnnnn! Oh god, what are you doing...?"
He turned her onto her back now and held her cuntlips apart with his fingers as he
scoured each steamy hollow with his tongue. He was exploring her, discovering the
curves and plumpnesses of her cunt. His strong ringers cut into the muscles just above
each of her knees and he spread her inch by excruciating inch. She felt like she were
being split apart and yet the tension added to the steady friction of his mouth against
her slick cunt.
Without thinking Shari began to move her hips. It would've been impossible for her
not to. It was like when Craig had fucked her, she'd had to move, wanted to. And
Justin's loving was ten times as teasing, a hundred times more tantalizing. She dug at
the bedspread with her hands and tossed her head. She felt her fine silken hairs tangle
around her neck and ears and then Justin was pushing her jersey up and kissing her
belly. When his hot tongue snaked into her navel she shivered uncontrollably and dug
her nails into his long hair.
"Stop... please stop!" She caught her breath. "Craig will be looking for me. And
Ronette..." Justin made her sit up. He was skinning her jersey top off. Her arms were
weak, flopping over her head as he pulled the tight thing up. It slid over her small tits,
stiffening the nipples. Justin threw it aside and caught her face in his hands. Her head
was bent back, back... her mouth lolled open. Justin covered her lips and began to kiss
her wildly. She felt floods of hot juice wet her hairless cuntlips. Justin ran his finger
gingerly along the slit. Shari had closed her legs again but his touch brought a moan
from deep inside her and she parted them to let him find her clit again. He rolled a
thumb back and forth until she clung to his neck like a drowning kitten, whimpering,
begging him with lusty little grunts she didn't know she was capable of.
"Want me to eat you again?" There was the hint of a smile on his lips. Shari didn't care.
She dropped her lids, nodded. Her breathing was out of control, gasping and shallow
and hot.
Justin rolled onto his back. She didn't know how he wanted her to get, but he was so
strong, so sure of himself... Shari let him guide her. She found herself straddling his
shoulders, knees bent so that her legs were pointed back alongside his body. It felt so
strange, so wicked. She sensed her innocence with discomfort. She felt like a neophyte,
awkward, stumbling. But again, Justin had a way of making this seem unimportant. He
caressed her body in a dozen places as she tried to do what he wanted, as she scooted
up higher. Then she saw what he was doing. She was straddling his head now, her cunt
peeled open by the strain of her parted knees. He caressed her firm little ass with his
hands and the tickling touch brought shudders of pleasure from her lips. Her cunt was
halved over his mouth now and he brought her down, down until she heard the soppy
cuntlips fit against his chin.
"God, Ohhhhh god!" She was high, dizzy, still falling through a consuming world of
touch and taste and smell. Her thin arms were braced on the mattress as Justin loved
her asscheeks with his hands, moved her so that her throbbing, satiny cunt rubbed
against his mouth. His teeth cut along the edges of her delicate inner petals and she
threw back her head and groaned. She didn't even know this guy very well, hadn't
dated him ever! And here they were, doing things she could hardly believe. Justin... he
was so damned sexy. His tongue was searching back along her cleft. She felt it spear
suddenly into her cunt, slick and hard and pointed like a cock. It stabbed up, was
pulled slowly back. He was tasting her insides.
What could it be like for a man? But he liked it! She could tell by the way he touched
and caressed her. She could tell by the way his fingers danced on her quivering flesh.
He traced her backbone, her tiny waist. More of her juices seeped out to wet his cheeks.
She cried out again, rolled her hips with a new freedom. He licked hungrily at her clit.
She moved her hips faster, pressing her weight down against him. His teeth cut her
more and she liked it and began to pump her ass in the steady hunching spasms of
fucking. She was fucking his mouth! It was unbelievable how that tiny tickle was
building. She let her head hang between her arms and plunged around like a wild mare.
"Uh... uh... uh..." The gasps broke from her throat. Justin's fingers had sneaked under
her, were rubbing the hollows of her thighs where they met her body. Shari had the
most burning desire for him to... to finger her cunt while he licked. Justin seemed to
know this. He put two fingers together and slid them suddenly into her convulsing
cunt.
"Ahhhh!" She almost went down on the bed but her shaking arms held. She was
drooling, tossing her head. He fucked in and out of her with his closed fingers and
sucked her clit between his teeth. She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her
enough friction but when the tickle became too teasing, she forced herself to quit
bucking so that Justin could eat her cunt better as he worked his fingers deep inside her
body. He dug against her soft cuntal lining, plowed his knuckles against the clasping
folds. She felt the suction of her body trying to nurse his fingers as if they were a cock.
She had no control any more. She was coming with a fury. The feverish, itching thrills
burst in the pit of her loins. She curved her slim form down, held the sides of Justin's
head as her ass writhed to get all of his mouth, tongue, chin. It was happening so much
slower than it had with Craig. Each keen explosion racked her senses in slow motion.
She could feel the glossy rub, the tickle that grew to an itch and then an aching, carnal
madness... so slowly, so very slowly. Did anything in the world matter but this?
"Justin... ohhhh darling!" Shari didn't even remember the last of it. It was simply a
paradise of slick, satiny hot frenzy that finally leaked away. She tried to open her eyes.
She was on her back, legs spread, twitching. Her lips were dry so she licked them.
Justin stood by the bed. She could see his chest, his arms. She felt so odd. She felt soft
too, and loved. Did Justin love her? Or just dig her? Did it matter? She pushed herself
up on her elbows. What was he doing? Doing something to his... cock!
Shari thought she was dreaming. But the light from the window illuminated the details
of his movements. He was putting something on over his cock, something soft-looking
but with bumps and barbs and nipples that stuck out in all directions!
Her feet were on the rug before she knew what was happening. She scooped one
sandal, grabbed the other, plunged for the door. Her panties! Forget them... she had to
get out of there. She was weak and giddy and half-crazed from the lovely things that
had been done to her, but she had to run. She had freaked and she knew it. Maybe the
grass and the whole weird evening. She stuck an arm in her jersey.
"Shari..." Justin moved toward her but Shari jumped away.
She slammed the door behind her and fled down the hall. She didn't know who she had
run into until she pushed her blonde hair back from in front of her eyes.
"Wow, honey, you sure can run!" It was Ronette. She was smiling dreamily. Her eyes
didn't really seem to focus at all.
"I... I'd better go see about Craig."
"Oh, is Justin through messing around with you?" Ronette didn't seem mad or happy
or anything special. Shari couldn't quite pick up her mood.
"I'm sorry we left you... uh, I mean you see Justin..." She felt embarrassed, all tangled
up inside.
"Forget it," Ronette shrugged, tugged at her black hair. She was grinning now. Shari
pushed around her and hurried into the big front room. There was no one there. She
found Craig in the kitchen with his head in the sink. He was running cold water over
his face and hair, dripping a huge puddle on the floor.
"Craig, I want to go home!"
"Huh?" He looked at her through bloodshot eyes. He looked like hell.
"I want to go home. Right now!"
"But I thought..."
Shari shook her head. "Come on. I'll drive if you want."
"Jesus, Shari, it's only a little after nine..."
She pulled down the hem of her skirt so he wouldn't be able to tell she wasn't wearing
panties any more. Maybe she could go back and find them... no. Craig dried his face
and they went out to the driveway. He cracked his head getting in the car. Shari sat way
on the other side, hands over her thighs. She felt absolutely naked in that short, short
skirt and no panties. Her hot little cunt was pressed down against the car seat, wetting
it with juice. Justin had gotten her so hot! But the only image that stuck in her mind
now was of him putting that awful-looking thing on his cock. Had he been about to use
it on her? Her cunt tightened. He might have hurt her... might have ruined her. She
didn't know about those kind of things. She only knew they scared her.
When Craig stopped in front of her grandmother's big house, Shari darted out of the
car and up the long walk. Craig peeled rubber as he careened around the drive and
back onto the street. He was mad. She didn't really care. She was changed somehow.
The grass, Justin doing those fantastic things to her so easily. He had controlled her like
a puppet and she had enjoyed it. Shari let herself into the house and turned off the
porch light. Life was so confusing sometimes. If only she knew how to think about
every new thing that happened to her.
She was about to go upstairs when she saw her mother asleep on the couch in the front
room. There was an empty glass on its side on the floor. Rhonda was naked from the
waist down and sleeping with soft, even snores. Shari was so shocked that she couldn't
quite cope with her emotions at first. Then finally she got a blanket from the downstairs
linen closet and covered her mother up.
The glimpse of thick, brown hair at her cunt shocked Shari slightly. She'd seen Rhonda
naked before but not in quite a long time. It reminded her of her own hairlessness. At
sixteen she had not grown more than a layer of soft, blonde down. Maybe she never
would be very furry down there. But what was her mother doing on the couch with no
panties, no dress? Shari picked up the glass and sniffed. Scotch. Then she saw the half
empty bottle on the coffee table. It wasn't like Rhonda. Or was it? Shari had the
sinking, spacy feeling that maybe she didn't know her mother at all.
She started to go upstairs but turned instead to the kitchen. It was too early to go to
bed and her mind was still galloping from her evening at Craig's place. But the grass
was finally wearing off a little. At least she thought it was. She ran herself a glass of
water and then went to the French doors that opened to the formal garden in back. She
could see the white statues, the flower beds in the moonlight. She let herself out into
the summer night. The grass felt cool and tickly on the bottoms of her feet. A gentle
breeze brushed over her bare ass, reminded her of her panties. Justin probably had
them in his pocket! She blushed at what he might tell his friends.
Something that glinted in the light from the moon made her bend down, then get to
her knees in the grass. A rock. Just a rock. She didn't hear Tundra until his pads came
across the flagstones behind her. Then a sudden, hot wash of a tongue drove between
her asscheeks. Shari jerked so hard from surprise that she fell on her side in the damp
grass. Tundra was on her in a flash, his strong legs bumping the insides of her thighs.
She craw fished backward, tried to get up. But Tundra nuzzled against her loins. His
tongue quickly divided her still swollen cuntal slit. She gasped from the friction as he
dug deep enough to rake her clit.
"Tundra! What's gotten into you... ohhhh!" Now she remembered him nosing her
earlier. Lots of dogs nosed around. It was just a fact of life. But this! It was... awful!
Tundra was doing the same thing to her that Justin had. A dog was eating her cunt. But
what made it worse was that with each passing second his sloppy mouth was bringing
back the exciting heat she'd felt earlier. So hot, so silky smooth against her cuntlips...
"Noooo!" Shari somehow pushed Tundra back. She was on her hands and knees,
crawling, whimpering through her nose. Oh why hadn't she taken time to find her
panties back there in the bedroom with Justin? But there hadn't been time. And there
wasn't time now. Tundra jumped. She felt the strong legs on her back, the underside of
his body pumping against her ass. Then something hot and slick and sharp gouged at
her cunt. The horror of what had almost happened brought her weakly to her feet.
She staggered through the dark garden, Tundra at her heels. He nipped at her, not hard
really but as if he were trying to catch an ankle and bring her down again. She was
frantic. He was a big dog and she'd never been very confident of her power over him.
She felt him lick her naked thigh, bump his black nose between her running legs again.
The tree limb loomed at her in the darkness. Shari hooked her arms over it, scraped
with her feet against the big trunk of the tree. Tundra swarmed excitedly beneath her
flailing legs. She tried to kick at him, missed. His muzzle slipped up the inside of one
thigh and went deep into her cunt. Tundra growled and tossed his head. The sudden
penetration of her cunt brought a fiery shiver that spread quickly over her skin. Weakly
she tried to climb higher, slipped and then fell heavily to the ground.
Shari choked, trying to get air back in her lungs. Tundra was making funny noises as he
plowed her cuntlips open and feasted on the hot butter that was flowing again. It felt so
crazy, so damned good! How could anything like this happen? Shari wondered if she
was having a bad dream, but no. It was too exquisite a tickle for that. She touched his
ears... perky, furred dog ears! His long muzzle and open mouth. The white-fanged fury
of his attack brought another shuddering groan from her throat. She was finally getting
her breath back but her back hurt where she had fallen and she felt so weak.
"No... Tundra." Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. Tundra made not the slightest
move that might show he would obey her. She closed her thighs finally, clamped his
paws between them. But
Tundra growled and closed his jaws down on her tender flesh. She felt his fangs going
deeper as he watched her reaction. This show of his uncanny intelligence made Shari go
dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted to do. It wasn't just accidental
any more, no mere coincidence. Tundra knew what he wanted to do and was using his
weapons to make her give in.
When the pain became sharp, she opened her body to him again. He gave a small yip
and wiggled his nose deep into her cuntal cleft. The rough wetness of his nose excited
her clit. The dog couldn't know what that little nubbin of flesh was... he just couldn't.
But his sloppy, licking rape was so uncontrolled, so wild that he touched her there
often. His tongue drove around the squiggle of her dainty trigger and after another
moment or two Shari lost even the will to try and tuck her ass under and away from
him. She lay on the cool grass, arms out as if she'd been crucified, legs spread wide
apart as Tundra rested on his belly between her knees and ate.
A sudden fear that her mother was awake knifed through her consciousness. It seemed
a twisted, out of focus thing... like everything else that had happened that night.
Thoughts, half-dreams, wafted to her in confused tangles. Over it all, cutting through
her senses was the hungry animal between her spit-flecked thighs. She lifted her knees
slightly, feeling almost like a dog herself. She could not speak any more, only moan.
The sounds of Tundra's mouth stroking her steamy cunt was enough. Shari realized
that she'd clenched grass, pulled it out of the lawn. Tundra was growing wilder by the
second. Without any warning he began licking her belly too, and her tits and armpits.
What made her stay on her back and let him? Why couldn't she bring herself to jump
up and escape, to flee to the house and close the door behind her? But she couldn't. She
lifted fluttering lashes as the dog lapped wetly at her pubescent tits, lapped the tiny pink
nipples up out of their soft and fleshy pillows.
She was not aware that her hips were moving until the prickling sharp grass shoved
between the cheeks of her ass and tickled her asshole. Tundra was at her feet now,
mouthing her toes and ankles. It was the musky aroma of lovemaking on her skin that
made him like that. What else could explain it? She looked heavy-eyed at his
affectionate movements... let her head fall back on the grass. Then he was swathing her
knees, her thighs again, and finally, at last, devouring her naked little cunt. Shari
pressed herself up to him, opened her legs until she felt the muscles in her ass cramp
with tension. She was giving him all of her cunt, every hidden hollow, every fold, every
petal.
When she came, Tundra's licking was too rough. The sharp edge of joy cut through her
like a rusty saw. She spasmed, convulsed inward around her ravaged tender cunt and
rolled in a fever that was as much hurt as good. But the dog could not be pushed away
from his treasure. He gouged and lapped and drove his hot nose into the mouth of her
cunt. She was curled into the fetal position, the dog wedged strongly between her
thighs. She cried and held to his furry back, knowing that there was no escape until he
was seated. She scratched him hard, dug her fingernails into his thick coat. Tundra
writhed his narrow ass. His paws were wide set on the lawn as he strove to keep her
tender cuntlips open to him.
Shari bucked backward, rolled squirming on the grass as her throes tortured her with
pleasure too intense to stand. She didn't know what the hot flecks were that struck her
thighs and made stringy lines up one side of her body. Then she realized that Tundra
was rubbing the furry sheath of his cock against her calf and knee. He was humping
forward with rapid, crazed movements and each time he did, the angry-red spear
sprayed dog cum. Shari babbled, staggered to her feet. She leaned against the tree to
find the strength to make it back to the house. Tundra whimpered and tried to lick
himself where his hot jizz had shot out from his cock. He wheeled in circles, bobbing
his handsome head up and down, then fell to lick his balls.
"God in heaven!" Shari breathed. It was still too dreamlike, too completely far out for
her to comprehend. If her mother ever found out...! She put her face in her hands. No
one could ever know. Not even Diane, her closest, dearest friend.
She made it to the French doors, let herself in and closed them behind. Tundra was still
sitting by the tree looking a little confused. Shari tried to smile, tried to see something
in what had happened besides the horrible guilty gloom which threatened to sweep over
her. He was just a horny dog. Wasn't that simple enough? Yes, simple. But though she
could account for Tundra's hungry attack, it was somewhat harder to excuse herself.
She was weary. She felt like she had to sleep, to rest. In the morning things would be
different. They always were when day came.
Limping slightly from her fall from the tree, she made her way upstairs, undressed and
fell across her bed. "My name is Shari. I haven't lost my mind." She repeated this three
times and then closed her eyes. After a while, sleep came.


Chapter 7

For three days Rhonda had felt a tension between her and her daughter. Shari had
avoided her eyes, steered carefully away from conversations that might veer toward
anything but the most superficial small talk. Of course Shari had found her half-naked
on the couch that night. No one else could have covered her up. Yet how could her
young daughter know what had happened, know that Tundra had... If she ever did find
out, Rhonda knew she would die with shame and embarrassment.
That morning when the boy from the placement center came by, she'd had to cuff
Tundra repeatedly to keep him from eating her cunt right there in the kitchen.
Thankfully the boy hadn't seemed to notice anything strange. He was a young graduate
student, Mitch Taylor. He told her he was good at just about any odd job, and Rhonda
had offered him the apartment above the garage as part of his wages. Mitch had
accepted. He was tall, broad-shoulders with light-brown hair that curled thickly over his
shirt collar.
His car was parked in front at that very moment and she'd seen him carry up a portable
typewriter, a couple of boxes of books, some clothes. At least Mother would be off her
back now about getting those jobs done around the estate. Not that the old woman
couldn't think something else up to badger her with. It was only a little past eleven in
the morning and already Rhonda was yearning for a drink. She could see Tundra in the
back yard romping with his shadow, wetting himself in the sprinkler and then rolling
playfully on his back. Rhonda dropped two cubes into a glass and reached for the bottle
of Scotch. If only she could be as guiltless as that animal, as free. She stopped her hand
just as the first trickle of amber liquor washed over the ice. She was turning into an
alky. She couldn't keep drinking like this day in and day out. Her hand trembled. Then
she poured the glass half-full and raised it to her lips.
"To hell with it... to hell with everything." Even the smell of the liquor gave her some
relief. The knowing that soon that blurry warmth would spread through her mind and
dull the edges of her shame. Yes, the shame stayed. Though she'd gone three days
without letting Tundra touch her, the shame stayed. She could go three more days if
she had to. She could go forever. Couldn't she? Rhonda was aware of that familiar
tickle, that tightening of the muscles of her loins. She drank more Scotch.
The front door slammed. Rhonda heard the squeak of tennis shoes in the hall and then
Shari bounced into the kitchen. Her face was flushed and sweat-damp. She laid her
tennis racket on a chair and ran herself a glass of water.
"How'd the tennis go today?"
"Okay, I guess. Except for Craig always hanging around."
"I thought you liked Craig." Rhonda stirred her ice cubes with a knife. "He seems like a
nice boy."
"He bores me." Shari pushed blonde hair back from her glistening forehead, slumped
into a chair. Rhonda wished she could talk to Shari. It seemed they were growing
further apart with each passing month. And of all the times for that to happen. She
slugged the Scotch.
"Shari... when you go out on a date... I mean, what do you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to pry. I'm just concerned about your well-being. You're sixteen now,
growing into quite an attractive young lady..." She stopped. Shari was frowning at her.
"You want to know if I've been to bed with a guy yet?"
Rhonda reddened, swallowed more Scotch. She wanted so much to be friends with her
only daughter. She wanted to tell Shari about her inheritance and the examination that
had been arranged with Doctor Vincent. She wanted to say that it didn't matter what
Shari did as long as she was happy, that her grandmother didn't trust her but she did...
So much she wanted to say.
"Well?" Shari affected a bored expression.
"No. Your private affairs..." She stopped. She hadn't meant to use that word. "If you
decide you love someone enough to..." She stopped again. It was no use. There was a
wall between them. She loved Shari but was jealous of her too, afraid for her, irked by
her self-righteous moods... it was all mixed up. Tundra scratched suddenly on the
kitchen door. Shari cringed, her elbow knocked over her water glass.
"I'd better let him go upstairs," Rhonda said, getting up. "Mother gets testy if she
doesn't see him in the morning." Shari appeared to be trembling. "Is something wrong,
honey?" Shari's eyes were big.
"No! Nothing's wrong." She wiped up the spill with a dishtowel.
Rhonda opened the door and when Tundra swirled around her ankles and started to
put his nose between her thighs, she smacked him smartly on the nose and pointed in
the direction of the stairs.
"Find Hilda..." The dog swung near Shari, barked once and padded out of the kitchen.
Rhonda met her daughter's eyes but the girl quickly looked away.
"Who's that guy?" Shari was looking at Mitch as he dragged a pitch and shovel over to
the garden wall that was to be moved. The wind blew his hair as he bent down to study
something. Rhonda saw his muscled arms, his chest.
"Mitch Taylor. He'll be doing some odd jobs around the place. I let him have the rooms
above the garage." Rhonda felt like having more Scotch but put her glass in the sink
instead. Shari was still looking through the back window at Mitch. When she saw
Rhonda watching her, she quickly rose, her pleated tennis skirt twirling out from her
pert ass.
"Guess I'll go take a shower," Shari said and bounced out of the kitchen.
Rhonda sat for a long time watching Mitch Taylor work in the back garden. He moved
large pieces of stone easily and when the sun grew hot, he stripped off his T-shirt and
hung it on a tree branch. Rhonda caught herself wondering... But how ridiculous that
was. She decided she needed a shower too. A cold one.

* * *

It was mid-afternoon before Rhonda thought she could allow herself to have another
drink. Shari had gone off to her friend Diane's house, Hilda was asleep. The big house
was quiet and except for Tundra drowsing in the corner of the front room, she was
alone. Yes, it was the aloneness as much as anything that always got to her. And
Rhonda knew that the drink would only help for a little while. Three days without sex
and she was almost crazy. Before the dreams had only come once or twice a month...
now she was down to three days. She couldn't wait for the dreams any more. Life was
too short to wait for dreams.
She had thrown a dressing gown around her shoulders, that was all. Why? To feel her
nakedness, to excite herself until at last she would awaken the sleeping animal in the
living room and open her thighs to him? Of course. Rhonda could see through the
tricks she played on herself and yet felt the charade was necessary. Perhaps to salvage
what tiny sliver of self-esteem she had left. To make the whole thing seem like an
accident. Rhonda shivered. The silk gown clung to the curves of her lean body, caressed
her round tits. It was really silly to pretend any more. She knew what she wanted, what
she had to have. As soon as she'd gotten her courage back, she would pad barefoot into
the front room and kneel to ruffle Tundra's fur. The dog would rise, sniff her and
then...
"Oh yes, I can't resist it..." Her words steadied her nerves. Just saying it returned some
of her pride, made her realize she could admit she wasn't above something so carnal...
wasn't panicked by it any more. But when she dug beneath this shallow surface of
bravado she had to stop. No moral questions, no silent conversations with god. Rhonda
shook her head, shook away everything in her mind. All that was left was the hungry
throb of her warm cunt. She could already feel the delicate tissues flooding with juice.
Clutching the gown to her belly, Rhonda hurried into the big front room.
Tundra opened his eyes when she knelt down, closed them again. She scratched him
behind the ears, tickled his side with her toe. The dog raised his head, then laid it on
his paws again.
"Tundra?" What could be wrong? She sat on the floor and let her gown fall open. Her
knees were parted slightly. The hot dampness of her cunt opened to Tundra's mouth if
he wanted it. But he appeared not to want it at all. Rhonda flushed red. She was being
refused by a... a dog. She was flaunting herself shamelessly and being refused. Frantic,
Rhonda pushed a finger into her soppy cunt and pushed it at Tundra. She never
touched herself but now she was past the point of no return.
"Look, Tundra, look!" The dog sniffed her finger, cocked his ears. Still nothing
happened. Rhonda bit her bottom lip. Could the bath be the reason? Maybe she'd
washed herself too thoroughly. She smelled her own finger, rubbed it along her cuntlips
and smelled again. She was pristine. There was only the faint hint of her usual musky
odor and even that was almost obscured by the flowery scent of the soap she'd used.
Rhonda got to her feet, hurried back to the kitchen. Maybe Tundra was a little glutted
from having her so often. But what might excite him? What did dogs like to smell, to
eat best? She rummaged through the cabinets, grabbed a bottle of meat sauce. Just the
thought of what she was about to do made her body thrill. Her cunt was flooding hard
enough to wet her pubic curls now and when she walked, the naked cuntlips pressed
together and seeped more slick juice. She went to the basement steps and called Tundra.
He followed her down into the cool darkness. There were boxes piled around and some
old furniture covered from the dust.
Rhonda threw back one of the sheets and tossed her gown off. Then she fell back on
the dusty sofa and sprinkled the meat sauce on her belly and tits, smoothing it around
with shaking fingers. Tundra bounced up beside her. Slowly he began to lick at her side
where the pungent brown liquid had dribbled down. Rhonda sucked a ragged breath at
the first touch of his tongue. She was quivering with anticipation, eager to have him
bury his muzzle in her cunt, devour her like a bitch in heat.
She was a bitch. And she no longer cared. She breathed Tundra's name, petted his
sturdy haunches as he licked the pool of gravy out of her navel. Rhonda shook more of
the sauce onto her palm and rubbed it wildly into the tangled thatch of her cuntal hair.
To know that the smell of the stuff was pleasing to Tundra made it exciting to her too.
She felt excited to be greasing herself and more excited that the dog was licking her
clean. His tongue went wherever she smeared the brown sauce. She tried it around her
ears and the dog dutifully cleaned each tiny hollow. The tickling rub was excruciating.
Rhonda began to move her hips against the cushions of the aged sofa. Little puffs of
dust rose as Tundra broadened his stance above her.
"Good dog," she gasped, "good dog!" She parted her thighs and shook the bottle
directly into her steamy cunt. She could feel it drenching her already soaked cuntlips,
dripping down her ass.
Tundra lurched forward and began to eat at her pussy with ravenous appetite. His nose
moved up and down through her slit, forcing the inner petals apart, stretching the
mouth of her cunt. It was what she'd been wanting for three days... wanting soooo bad!
And now that she was getting it, Rhonda couldn't let anything so dismal as guilt
obscure her pleasure. She moaned loudly and writhed her shoulders on the sofa
cushions. She petted Tundra with both feel while he lapped and wet her cunt with his
spit. Dog spit. She didn't care what kind of spit. Anything that felt so damned good...
Tundra growled and let his teeth nip along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. The feeling
was devastating. It hurt a little too, hurt in a way that made Rhonda grind her ass for
more. The tug of fear she felt wasn't enough to make her push the dog away. She
humped her back instead and pressed her cuntal mound up harder for him to eat. His
fangs dug along the dainty silken flesh. His neck hairs bristled with the wildness he felt.
Again, he growled, tossed his head.
"Ohh... damn... damn... damn!" The sauce bottle slipped from her fingers, rolled along
the floor. She clawed at Tundra's furry neck, urging him and restraining him when the
biting made her wince in pain. She felt vulnerable, even in danger. She didn't know
why, but letting him almost hurt her was exciting. Flames of goodness licked along her
inner thighs. The tender places between her toes itched and she dug her feet against the
dog's muscled, furred sides.
Her body was responding quickly to the hurried, sloppy friction against her frothy
cuntal slit. Thankfully, Tundra knew when his biting became dangerous. He liked to
hold her cuntal mound between his jaws and shake it gently. Rhonda held her ass off
the sofa when he did this and the sensation brought new fever to her loins.
One of her braids had come undone and it unwound slowly as she tossed under the
dog's mouth. The dog pawed at her thighs as if he were frustrated, as if he wanted more
of the sauce. Somehow she found the bottle near the leg of the sofa, shook more onto
her palm. Tundra leaped higher, licked her hand ravenously. She shook the stuff
everywhere, then, tilting her ass up as far as she could, slid the long glass neck into her
cunt. The bottle glugged as it spilled its contents. She flung it away then and Tundra
whined through his nose and plowed his head between her soft thighs again.
"God yesssss...!"
Tundra's tongue. It had actually entered her body, forced the swollen cuntmeat wide
enough for him to suck the sauce. He rolled and licked around the sensitive ring of
cuntal muscles. Rhonda felt them convulse and tighten around Tundra's muzzle and
hot tongue each time he plunged deep. It was very close to the feeling of being fucked...
or was it? It had been a long time since she'd been fucked by a man.
Rhonda pranced her ass around in circles then plunged it up and down to increase the
friction the wild dog was bringing to her inflamed cuntal folds. When he raked up
across her clitoris again, she cried out and hugged his head hard. She wanted him to
lick her everywhere at once. Rhonda tilted her ass one way and then the other. She
lifted one leg back as far as she could to open new hollows to his hungry mouth.
Tundra dug at her thighs again with both paws, then burrowed his black nose into the
seething, sloppy mess of her cunt.
"There, Tundra... there! Good doggy... ohhhh good...!" It was dreamlike in its intensity.
She was coming, she was coming fast, and though she wanted to slow him down, to
pull her cunt away so she could make it last longer, Rhonda's will power was a weak
thread of resistance up against a paradise of hot, spitty friction. She plunged and
writhed and grunted with the ecstatic tickle that built to a sharp crescendo and choked
off her breathing as the stunning spasms tore through her body.
Even when she closed her thighs to him, Tundra whined and nosed around her. His
humping, trembling haunches made his cock shake down from his belly. Rhonda knew
that he'd come to expect something too. He was learning. He was trying to rub his dog
cock against her leg. She petted his neck and let him hunch against her until she felt
the hot streaks spurt out. Dogs did it so fast! They didn't seem to care about prolonging
the act at all. Tundra barked and then went to sit in the comer and lick himself.
Rhonda wiped off and threw her gown over her shoulders again. She was even starting
to lose her feelings of guilt. Not completely. She could never lose them completely. Or
could she? Rhonda wasn't sure she liked where these thoughts were taking her. She
padded quickly up the stairs and found her bottle of Scotch. That always made things
so much easier. She took a drink to the bathroom with her to sip while she showered.
At least she wasn't having any more of those dreams now. That was something. Rhonda
gulped Scotch and worked the lather up until it covered her swollen cunt completely.


Chapter 8

"But he told me he was," Diane said. Shari knew that her cheeks were flushed. With
anger, embarrassment, excitement... she wasn't sure which.
"Justin scares me, that's all." They were sunning in Diane's back yard. Shari had on a
pale-yellow bikini that she could wad up in one hand. It didn't amount to much more
than a couple or three tiny pieces of satin with strings attached. It was terribly exciting,
just to wear it.
"Well I guess he really dug you at the party the other night." Diane gave her a devious
look. "What did you two do while Craig was sick?"
Shari shrugged. "Nothing much. I really don't understand his girl friend. She's weird."
"That's his cousin." Diane was breathless from passing on this revelation. "I hear they
do it together all the time."
"Weird..." Shari could only remember what Justin had done to her. It wasn't easy to get
that experience out of her mind. She thought it must be like being given a strawberry
ice cream cone when you didn't even know that anything like ice cream existed. Those
things Justin had done with his mouth! She shivered just to think of it. It was no
wonder that she'd been such an easy mark for Tundra that night when she came home.
That dog! She still didn't know how to think of that little incident. The sun against the
tiny crotch band of silk was starting to get her going. Shari rolled over onto her tummy,
sipped from her Coke bottle.
"Come on, Shari, you can tell me. Did you and Justin... fuck?"
"Nope." Shari was tempted to tell her friend more, but Justin's licking of her cunt made
her think of Tundra and she didn't want to get into dangerous waters by mentioning
anything even close to that awful incident.
"Well if Justin Woolsley wanted to make love to me, I think I'd let him." Diane was
shaking suntan oil onto Shari's back. "God, he's good-looking!" She spread the lotion
over Shari's shoulders and the backs of her arms. "What about Craig?"
"What about him?"
"Are you going to make it with him any more?"
Shari sighed with boredom. "After that first time, he really doesn't turn me on any
more. I can't really understand it myself, but it's true."
"I wish Warren would hurry up and do something," Diane said, a dreamy look in her
eyes. "He just gets almost to the point of doing something exciting and then chickens
out." Shari felt the oil being smoothed into the flesh of her narrow back. "At that party
we were in a bedroom for a while and I took off my panties and Warren fingered me
until I thought I was going to scream. Then he was kissing me on the tummy and in
my navel and I really thought he was going to... you know."
"He didn't?" Shari had perked up.
"Nope. I kind of pushed him down and moaned and wiggled around like I was about to
die. Damn, I was about to die!" Diane sucked a gaspy breath. "But I don't think
Warren liked the way I smelled down there."
"I think some guys must like it." Shari was afraid she'd said too much. Diane was
looking at her through slitted lids.
"Yeah, I hear Justin really likes it!" She was watching Shari for a reaction. "Sandra
Wiggins said he took her out one night and licked her cunt until she came three times.
She said that when he finally fucked her she was limp."
"I don't think I trust him. He seems so completely crazy!" Shari didn't want to think
about it any more. That sensation, that touch of a mouth against her tender blooming
cunt. And Tundra had done the same thing and she'd liked it! It was wrong and ugly
for a dog to... Shari bit her hp. When it came to sex, one thing seemed to lead to
another. If anyone in school ever found out that a dog had licked her cunt she'd have to
leave town. And there she was, remembering Tundra's hot tongue and getting excited.
Diane's oily fingers weren't helping much either. Shari turned over and sat up. Diane
capped the lotion.
"Shari?"
"Huh?"
"If you really loved a guy... I mean really loved him. Would you suck..." Diane sounded
as if she were struggling for words.
"You sure are full of questions today," Shari grumped.
"Well would you?"
For some reason, all Shari could think of was Tundra's red and glistening dog cock. She
shuddered, made a face. "Of course not!" Diane blushed at this answer.
"Shari, I... well the other night when I was trying to get Warren hot I almost did it to
him." She looked disturbed now, ashamed. "And I really wanted to. That's the funny
thing. I looked at his cock and had it in my hand and it seemed like the most natural
thing in the world to put my mouth around it." She shrugged, looked away. "I didn't of
course."
For a second Shari thought she was going to tell Diane what Justin had done to her the
night of the party at Craig's house. She picked up her towel and sunglasses instead.
"I better be getting back home." She pulled on her denim shirt and buttoned it over the
teensy bikini. It was long enough to hang well below her hips, so she wouldn't feel
quite so naked on the street.
"What'll I say if Justin corners me again and starts asking about you?"
"Tell him anything you want." Shari tossed her head. "I really don't care."

* * *

Mitch was still working in the yard when she got home. Shari unbuttoned her shirt so
it would hang open far enough for him to see her bikini. Then she sauntered out into
the garden. Mitch turned when she came up.
"I'm Shari Hollister." She could see the sheen of moisture on his chest and shoulders.
"You're Mitch Taylor, right?" They talked idly for a few moments. Shari was pleased to
see that Mitch had noticed her body. He could hardly keep his eyes off the smooth,
lightly tanned expanse of her flat belly. Enticing men was still new to her. She thought
it was almost as much fun as having sex. Well, not really that much fun. But so much
safer. Her experience with Craig had not turned out quite like she'd first thought it
would. And then Justin had gotten her high and done exactly as he wanted. Shari had
ideas of leading a man around like a puppy, of being the spoiled princess for a change.
It was all so new to her, the way of men and women together. Shari gave Mitch a
friendly smile.
"Why don't you let me fix you a sandwich?"
"Oh I can go out for something..."
"That's silly. Come on."
Mitch sat at the kitchen table while she put together her best lunch. She toasted the
bread, piled on pickles and tomatoes and thick layers of cheese. Then with her chin in
her hands she watched him eat. She was glad he hadn't put on his T-shirt. Even his
muscles had muscles. And he smelled musky and sweaty and good.
Mitch finished, got up. "Thanks a lot, Shari, that was good."
"Where ya going?"
"I have some studying to do this afternoon." He was already halfway out the kitchen
door.
"Mind if I... uh, mind if I come up and see your room?" She felt dumb saying it, but
Mitch had been about to escape before she'd worked a little spell on him. "I mean, I
never saw it while anybody lived there. I was wondering how you fixed it up..." She was
sounding dumber by the second and so decided to let the whole thing drop. Damned
men anyhow. Mitch smiled finally.
"You sure your mother wouldn't mind?"
"Rhonda?" Shari pushed blonde hair back from her eyes. "She's not even here. Anyway,
why should she care?"
Mitch shrugged. "Damned if I know." He laughed, motioned to her with his head.
Shari followed him up the outside stairs and into the apartment that overlooked the
garden in back and the driveway in front. Mitch had lots of books. While he washed up
in the small bathroom, Shari tested the big bed, poked around the room. Mitch came
back in and put on a shirt. Shari took hers off.
"It's really been hot lately." She fell back across the bed, let her legs go apart just
enough so that the tiny bikini was taut against her cunt. She was sure that from where
Mitch was he could see the soft curve of her hairless cuntal mound. She felt moist down
there, glowing. Because Mitch's eyes were on her. But then he turned, took the cover
off his typewriter.
"Maybe I should come back later," she pouted.
"Yeah. I do have some stuff I gotta get done." The typewriter began to click. Shari
grabbed her shirt and hurried back down the steps. She thought she would die from
embarrassment. Mitch had turned his back on her, actually turned his back! Oh why
was she so dumb about things anyway? But as Shari climbed the stairs and hurried to
her bedroom, her anger subsided enough for her to sense something else. The
something else was the tingling edge of her excitement, the excitement she'd brought
on by cavorting on Mitch's bed. She hadn't realized that just being in a guy's room in a
super-skimpy bikini would work her up like that, but she was worked up! There was no
mistaking the tenderness of her tits, the way the nipples glowed when the silken
patches of her bikini top rubbed them. She felt breathless, a little tired. She stretched
out on her back across the bed. The first thing that came into her mind was how Diane
had shown her where to touch when she wanted to bring herself off.
Shari bit her pouty bottom hp. She hadn't really ever fingered herself before. And
though she couldn't remember any particular incident, there was some unspoken taboo
that restrained her. Had Rhonda spanked her hand when she'd been just a child, a
curious child? Shari couldn't remember.
"What can be so wrong about it?" Her words died in the empty room. She couldn't
answer that question. But underneath the tight band of silk that covered her sixteen
year-old cunt she knew there was that tiny lump of flesh that could bring more joy than
she'd ever known in her whole life. How could anyone resist such temptation? Shari
sighed, touched the strings that tied over each hip. The string came undone almost
before she knew what she was doing. She took her top off too. She was panting without
shame. But when her fingers dipped shallowly between her cuntlips, she drew her hand
back. It was like a hex. A hex, yes... god had something to do with it... she had a
sudden flash of something long ago. She was in a bathtub, Rhonda looking at her... not
nice for little girls to touch themselves. God didn't like it... god didn't! But she never
learned much about god or why he didn't like it. They never told you anything in
Sunday school and Rhonda had stopped going to church herself years ago. Like
everything else in life it was all mixed up and fuzzy.
Shari got up from the bed and took her bikini into the bathroom. She washed it out in
the sink and hung it by the window to dry. Then she sashayed out of the bedroom and
down the long, cool hall. She smiled at her daring. If her grandmother knew... !
Grandmother was such an old prude. Nakedness was something she didn't even talk
about. But grandmother couldn't get out of her room and Rhonda was gone. There was
a big mirror at the head of the stairs, and Shari stopped before it, turned to examine her
growing bod. What did someone like Mitch think of her? she wondered. Maybe her ass
was too small, or her tits. Shari smoothed fingers over her willowy body, thrilling to the
subtle friction.
She saw Tundra coming up the steps in plenty of time to dart back to her room, but
something... she wasn't sure what... made Shari wait. The beautiful husky padded over,
tail flagging excitedly. He bumped her knees with his hot nose. Shari experienced a
mixture of want and shame and indecision. All she had to do was to urge the dog a
little, to show him she would let him...
"Tundra..." The animal wagged his tail again, looked up obediently. He wasn't showing
any of his forcefulness like what had happened in the garden the night of Craig's party.
Shari walked over to the banister, turned. She and the dog made an odd tableau... the
mirror showed her white skin, the heavy coat of Tundra. Shari watched the reflection
with interest. It was a different way of seeing herself, of seeing Tundra's curious
nuzzling of her thigh. He licked her and she saw the change of her expression in the
mirror.
"Your tongue is so pink, Tundra...!"
The dog whined and let his tongue wet her higher. A feverish tingle swept through her
belly. She watched her reflection, watched the steady progress of the lust across her
flesh. She bent one knee slightly, parted it. Tundra smelled at the puffy, white cuntlips.
When the tip of his tongue pressed along the closed slit, Shari made a tiny crying noise
in her throat. She put her hands behind her to hold the banister, widened her feet on
the rug. Tundra moved to get a better angle, to tilt his strong head up. Now she could
feel the long, hot-wet sweep of his licking across the underside of her cuntal mound.
She saw her slack mouth in the mirror, the drooped lids. Was she ashamed to look at
herself? Before she could almost say it had been an accident. Not any more. She'd come
naked into the hall. She'd seen Tundra on his way up the stairs. And now she was
leaning back against the banister, letting the dog lick at her hot, damp cunt.
Maybe it was the mirror. Maybe it was the way she'd gotten worked up over Mitch and
then turned suddenly off. But Shari couldn't resist the temptation to put her fingers
down and gently part her outer cuntlips. The sloppy pink tongue went deep, raked her
clit. Sparks burst through the delicate membranes. A new flood of butter coated her
cuntlips and even in the mirror she could see the glistening pinkness. Tundra's red cock
had slipped out from his furry sheath. It dangled wetly beneath his belly, bobbing as he
worked his sharp muzzle around her steamy cuntal folds. It wasn't too hard to imagine
Justin's mouth against her. It had been animal-like too... the way he'd fucked her with
his tongue that night. There was something so carnal about a male sucking on a girl's
cunt! And Tundra went about it with the same hunger, the same excitement. He liked
it. Justin had liked it too. Was there something about the way a girl's slit looked or
smelled or felt that got a man off?
The phone was ringing, her phone. Shari started back down the hall. She was surprised
at how shaky her legs had become, how unsure her step. Tundra came behind her,
wetting each cheek of her slim ass as she walked.
"Justin!" Shari tried to calm her breathing. "I... I didn't expect..."
"I want to come and see you." His voice sounded cocky, self-assured. Shari squeezed the
receiver in her damp palm and tried to push Tundra away but he was standing behind
her, still trying to get her cuntlips apart again.
"You can't come see me!" Shari blurted into the phone.
"I want to do nice things to your body," Justin went on. She could hear his breathing.
He sounded as excited as Tundra was making her. "I want to undress you first and then
start at your toes..."
"Justin, I can't talk right now..."
"You don't have to talk. I'm doing the talking. I'm going to suck each one of your toes
first..." He laughed, let her hear his husky breath. "...then I'm going to kiss your tits.
Each nipple real slow. Lick it until you start begging for more."
Shari flushed. She was getting a dirty phone call and Tundra was forcing her thighs
apart, pressing the sloppy folds of her cunt back to give him room to lick at her
pulsing, dripping clit. She wanted to sit down... rest. Tundra wiggled his nose against
the mouth of her cunt. Shari sucked a ragged breath and collapsed backward on the
bed, her thighs spread helplessly for the dog. She could no more stop him now than she
could hang up. She was ashamed but curious about the new sensations, this strange
combination of words and a dog's carnal lust.
"You still there?" Justin asked. Shari licked her lips, kept the phone against her ear.
Tundra had leaped onto the bed and settled happily between her legs.
"Ohhh, yesss... I..."
"I'm going to eat those pretty little tits of yours until you start babbling like you did the
other night." Shari remembered her half-words, her moans. She panted hard, felt dizzy
as Tundra gained another inch. He growled as he rimmed the edges of her cuntal
mouth. She felt her muscles convulse deep inside.
"I bet you never had anybody bite your tits... well I'm going to bite them. Your nipples
will get red and hot. They might even hurt a little bit. Then I'll eat your pussy again..."
"Nooo. Justin, I don't want you to say anything else..."
"Why don't you hang up then?"
Shari made a move to put the receiver back in the cradle but her muscles wouldn't seem
to move like she wanted them to. She lifted her knees, let them fall further apart.
Tundra yipped and scooted forward on the mattress. His velvet tongue lapped and
lapped. The sound of her clit being pressed down into the blooming petals of her cunt
made her gasp with excitement. Justin was breathing hard into the phone.
"Then I'm gonna fuck you..."
Shari felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was dizzy, her cunt flooded hot butter
out for Tundra to hungrily devour.
"I've got to hang up..."
"...real slow is how I'll do it. I'll let you put it in. You ever put a cock into your hole?
You ever touched it while it slides in?"
"Oh... ohhh god," Shari breathed. Tundra had pushed his tongue inside her cunt. It was
like he was looking for something. What did he think was inside her body? What could
a dog know? Justin was whispering now.
"My cock is dark at the tip. Real dark and big. You'll feel it when it slips in 'cause it'll
stretch you. You haven't been fucked much, Shari. I know because I had my tongue
inside your cunt. I'll stretch you with my cock until you squirm and cry..."
"Nooo. I'm going to hang up now. Don't come over here, Justin. I don't want to see
you again..." Shari had begun to move her ass up and down against the steady, wet rub
of Tundra's mouth. She couldn't keep still. She tilted her pelvis as far to one side as it
would go and then plunged it back the other way. Her tender glistening cunt-flesh
stretched tantalizingly, opening more secret hollows to Tundra's nipping teeth.
"I bet I can make you come twice," Justin breathed. The earpiece was sweaty-hot
against her ear. Shari found her hand trembling uncontrollably. "I can do it so slow
you'll be pleading for me to hurry... maybe I'll just tease you a little and make you suck
it before I stick it in again..."
"No! Noooo. I'm hanging up now." Suck it! Shari shuddered. How could she ever do
something like that? She tried again to hang the phone up but Justin laughed, called
her name. She put the receiver back against her ear. The wet mess between her legs was
throbbing now. Her cunt was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as
the dog brought her closer to the final rush of excitement. Her fingers curled in the fur
of his neck, holding him hard against her dripping cuntal mound. She was coming...
slowly, furiously. It was ecstatic torture. Her calves cramped. She dug her heels
frantically against the bed.
"I'm coming over to fuck you tonight," Justin said. Shari dropped the receiver on the
pillow near her head. "...you hear me, Shari? I'm coming to fuck you tonight. You be
ready..." His voice sounded far away, like it was coming from a tunnel. Shari groaned
and heaved her ass wildly as the throes of orgasm ravished her every nerve. She knew
Justin could hear her groaning and carrying on but there was no way she could quiet
her passion. She was dimly aware of the squawking phone as the full power of her
spasms convulsed her slender body. She arched her back and lifted her ass from the
bed. Tundra's jaws gaped open as he raked his teeth along her cuntlips, licked deep into
her tight, hot hole. She could feel his saliva dripping down her thighs and ass.
Then the phone had slipped out of her thin fingers, hit the floor. Justin's voice was so
far away but his words had gotten to her. The words and the hungry animal and her
naked, smeared skin. She was coming hard, and each hot sting of lust made her
whimper through her nose like Tundra, made her whip her slim hips back and forth
against his dripping jaws.
"Justin..." Shari moaned, "ohhh, Mitch..." She even thought of Craig... not his face so
much as his body. His cock. Cocks were so stiff and long and thick and they fit into a
girl's cunt. It seemed so natural, so right. Why was anything so good ever thought of as
bad? Shari couldn't think bad now... she could only let the frenzied, bewitching seizures
take her. Tundra was growling lustily, wiggling his mouth back and forth, licking until
she couldn't take any more. Vague images of Mitch were taking over her mind now.
She saw him working with his shirt off in the garden. Now in her imagination they
were together in his room and he was pressing her down on the bed and she felt his
hips, his rigid cock pressed against her belly and as her last convulsive beat of joy
blasted through her loins, Shari let her mind free, let Mitch be fucking her.

* * *

It was well after ten when Shari could no longer stand the waiting. She was trembling
when she took the freshly washed bikini and tied the tiny strings over each hip,
snugged the satiny crotch band against her cunt. She felt tingly and excited. Though
she had had an orgasm not so many hours before, her body felt expectant, hungry for a
man's affection. Justin had not come. She would have been afraid of him anyway, and
yet a part of her had hoped he might visit. She couldn't keep her thoughts clear about
sex any more. Her body was experiencing so much lately, so much in such a little time.
She didn't really know how to interpret the tickly, weird sensations, could hardly think
of them sensibly. Shari laughed. Sex was not sensible. She'd learned that much anyway.
But she wouldn't wait for Justin any longer. She had the tiny top against her small tits
now and as she tied the string between the two patches of satin, she felt her nipples
push out against the covering. Maybe she was really taking on too much this time. She
didn't know the first thing about men. She was only fooling herself to pretend
confidence. She was sixteen. Mitch was... in his twenties anyway. Maybe he had a girl.
Maybe he didn't like girls.
The bikini was on now. She turned, sucked in her flat stomach until it made a cave
under her ribs. She realized how really small she was, how slender when remembering
Mitch's muscular, hard build. Shari passed a brush through her hair until the blonde
locks fell smoothly over her lightly tanned shoulders. Then she smeared on a tiny dab
of pink lipstick and pursed. Her lashes were so long that she never used any makeup on
them.
"If I was a guy, I think I'd dig me!" She giggled to break up the tension in her gut. No,
the only thing that would really help was for Mitch to at least show her he thought she
was something more than a child. She padded barefoot down the stairs and out to the
side door which led to Mitch. Tundra wagged his tail when she passed him in the
kitchen.
"Stay!" Tundra settled again, tail still wagging. Shari tiptoed into the moonlit night and
started up the stairs to the garage apartment. Rhonda was home, she saw the Mercedes
in the drive. Probably getting waxed on Scotch again. Her mom was turning into an
alky. But by the time Shari had reached Mitch's door she was thinking only of the next
few minutes. That would decide things. She was almost afraid to knock. A girl
appearing at a guy's door at half-past eleven and wearing only a teensy bikini? Maybe
she was being too blatant about the whole thing. Shari held her hand up, made a small
fist and tapped once. There!
"Mitch?" She held her breath. She could hardly swallow and her heart felt heavy as it
pounded against her chest. She couldn't hear anything inside. Maybe he was in bed.
Yes, that was probably it. She turned, took the banister.
"Shari? What in hell are you..." His eyes were on her moonlit shoulders, the glimmer of
her naked belly and thighs. He tried to say something else, couldn't. Shari felt suddenly
embarrassed. She shouldn't have worn the bikini up there, she just shouldn't have.
Mitch rubbed a hand across his tan chest.
"I thought if you were through studying..." Shari bit her tongue. "I was just a little
lonesome... I felt like talking." That was a lie. Well, not a complete lie. She wanted to
talk too. But she wanted Mitch to kiss her. She could hardly believe the hunger she felt.
She wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her before they did another thing.
"Come on in."
She went quickly to a chair and sat with her hands folded at her lap. She didn't feel
nearly so confident, so seductive. Mitch sat in another chair and smiled at her. He
seemed easy, relaxed.
"If I had any brains, I wouldn't have let you in tonight." He rubbed his nose. "This
afternoon was bad enough."
"I... I don't understand..."
"You understand, Shari. You know what's going to happen."
Shari closed her eyes. Her heart had stopped. No... it was starting again. She clenched
and unclenched her fingers. "Mitch, you probably think I'm some dumb kid... I really
shouldn't have come up here this afternoon. Or now, either, I..."
Mitch stood up and crossed the room. Shari had to keep her eyes shut. She couldn't
bear to see his face so close. A hand circled her small neck. He massaged the muscles
there, rubbed up under the lobes of her ears. She pushed back against the heavenly
feeling. She was as shameless as Tundra! But she didn't care.
"I don't know how long this job is going to last at this rate," Mitch said. "If your
mother ever knew you were up here... like this..." He passed a hand over her shoulders,
down her slim arms. Then he was making her stand up, bringing her against him. Shari
opened her eyes at last, tilted her chin up. Mitch kissed her tenderly. Their lips only
just touched at first, but then she felt the wetness of his tongue spearing her lips,
shoving deep into her mouth. She groaned and circled her arms around his back. He
pulled her loins tightly against his body. She felt the hot bulge of his cock trapped in
his jeans. It pushed against her belly. He was so tall, so big! And she was more than a
little afraid. But she was excited past anything called sanity.
When Mitch let the kiss trail off, Shari rested her cheek against the side of his face. She
was panting, weak. His hands moved down her body, tracking every curve, stopping
finally at the tie of her bikini bottom. The tie came loose. Shari gasped as she felt the
damp silk coming down. Gingerly Mitch peeled it away from her soaked cuntlips. She
hadn't known how wet her cunt was. She hadn't cared. All she wanted was for Mitch to
fuck her.
He lowered her onto the bed. The bottom of her bikini dangled from his fingers. He
was just standing there looking at her.
"I love your cunt," he whispered. Shari blushed. How could he like it? It wasn't nice
and furry like other girls'. He bent to touch a finger to the outer lips of her pussy. Shari
sucked air and pulled her ass back. "It's so soft..." Mitch was lowering his head, kissing
her belly now.
"Ohhh, god..."
"You want to fuck so bad, don't you?" Mitch chuckled, began untying the top of her
skimpy bikini. Shari closed her eyes again, too shocked to answer. "Well, don't you?
Don't you want to fuck?"
"I..." Shari stopped, bit her lip. What did he want from her? Why was he saying things
like that?
"Come on," Mitch laughed, kissing her chin. "Just say it. Just tell me how you want
it..." He licked one of her nipples until she felt the tiny pink finger extend upward. She
arched her back, pressing against the lovely sensation.
"Yes, Mitch. I want to... fuck." There. Maybe he was satisfied.
"I want to fuck you too. Ever since that first day I saw you in the garden, I wanted to."
"I thought you didn't!" she said, giving him a peeved look. But his mouth took the edge
of her momentary irritation away. He had sucked one tit all the way into his mouth.
She looked down over her chest, amazed at how he had it all, every tender inch of the
soft swell of her tit. And his tongue... ! It was raking the nipple wildly. Sharp jolts of
pleasure were knifing through her cunt each time he rolled the nipple flat, sanded it
with his velvet-hot licking. A man knew how so much better than a dog! Shari blushed
again, resolving never to tell anyone, resolving not to let Tundra at her again.
"You undress me now," Mitch grinned. He stood by the bed, pulled Shari up by the
shoulders until she sat facing his belt buckle.
With trembling hands she unhooked the leather, pulled open the buttons of his Levi's.
The swell of hot cockmeat inside bulged out as she inched them down over his hips.
Mitch stepped out of his pants and waited for her to lower his shorts. Shari could
hardly breathe. She'd never done anything quite like this. And the swollen cock inside
looked much bigger than she'd thought possible. Could a man have so much prick?
She'd seen Craig and guessed he was average. Justin's cock had been quite a bit bigger.
At least her memory of it seemed to say that. But Mitch! Even behind the cotton of his
Jockey shorts, his cock looked like it must weigh pounds! She scooted the elastic
down... slowly, slowly.
"Ohhh god!" Shari had jumped back a little when the huge cock bobbed up. It was way
bigger than Justin's, bigger than the funny-looking thing she'd seen on Tundra's belly.
It was thicker, heavier across the head. That head or tip or whatever it was they called
it. Glans! Oh god yes, it was a good word for it somehow! It was bluish-purple and with
a texture like velvet. And even as she watched, the thing throbbed even fuller of trapped
blood. She tried to guess the width across the head. It was broader than two inches...
that was all she could be sure of. It was far too big to fit inside her cunt... Shari was
certain of that. Craig's cock had been tight enough, had even hurt her a little. And now
as she swallowed and stared at the still-growing cock before her she saw how long it
was too. Seven inches? No. Even bigger! She started crawling backward on the bed as
Mitch finished taking off his underwear. He was on his knees in the mattress, smiling,
moving toward her. His cock swayed heavily from his groin. Each ball looked potent
and full.
"We can't fuck..." she whispered.
"Yes we can..." He lowered his head quickly between her thighs.
The suddenness of it, the invasion of his tongue into her cunt made Shari almost go
into shock. She tried to push him back but Mitch was sliding deeper, his lips smoothing
teasingly against her inner cuntlips, his teeth gouging too. But that tongue. In and out...
how could he do it so deep? She was being fucked with his tongue almost better than
Craig had fucked her with his cock. His fingers punched into the softness of her thighs,
forced her wide for him. Her cunt bloomed wetly against his mouth, and without any
control left, she started to squirm the glistening, hot cuntal folds hard against his oral
caresses.
"You move your ass so nice..." He was kissing up her belly, under her tits, mouthing
one and then the other. She could smell her cunt on his cheeks. She felt faint and very
flushed.
"Pregnant... I'll get pregnant if..."
"I don't use rubbers," Mitch breathed.
Shari was panicked. She'd assumed that any college guy would be able to take care of
that! Now she was pinned under him, so weak, so helpless. She tried to focus on his
eyes.
"You won't get pregnant," he said, kissing her short nose.
"But..." Shari stiffened. Something hot and hard and stiff was pressing against her outer
cuntlips, already forcing through. Her cuntlips flattened back and the throbbing
cockhead, as it picked up her slickness, brushed against the tingling trigger of her clit.
Mitch pushed his fingers through her blonde hair, held her face up as he kissed it. She
was wet around her eyes, cheeks, forehead. Shari gasped with the lovely affection he
was giving her. She felt loved, happy, wild with freedom. And then afraid again as she
felt him push forward with his hips. That hot, hard cock was starting to hurt her a little.
Or maybe she just thought it was hurting.
"Mitch... I'm afraid, really afraid!" She clung to his neck, felt her nipples scrape his
curly chest hair. His hand slipped under her back. She felt so thin with his handling
her, moving her how he wanted.
"You won't get knocked up, baby. Promise."
"Ohhh it feels weird! Like you're going to split me apart... ohhhhh!"
Mitch dragged his cock back a little, then up again. Her cunt stretched wide and the
ring of muscles went tight. A shot of pain made Shari gasp.
"Relax... you've got to let me inside or it'll hurt worse than this."
"I'm afraid to relax. I'm just all tense and..." "Put your hand down there." "Mitch..."
"I said put it down there, touch me!"
Shari pushed her hand down her belly. Mitch made room between them and at last she
dared to force into the tangle of his pubic hair. She could feel the ridged, glossy
cockhead. It was soaked with her slippery cuntal juices, dangerously hot-feeling like it
might explode with potent cum at any moment. Instinctively she jerked back, but Mitch
made her touch his cock again.
"Now feel where you're so tense, feel your hole."
"I can't Mitch... I..." "Do it!"
Shari pressed a trembling finger into the squishy mess where her cunt flooded juice.
She traced the bottom of her cleft, found the tensed, aching muscles that guarded her
cuntal mouth. Then Mitch let his cockhead rest against where she was touching. It felt
so velvet-soft and so hard, that cockhead! She shivered with excitement and fright.
Mitch put his tongue in her ear. "Now relax, concentrate on making your muscles open
for me... yes, like that..."
Shari was trying hard. She felt his cock slipping further into the circle and felt her
fingers pressed back. Then she had circled his cock with her hand as it moved past.
"Oh golly... it's so big but it's going in!" And it was, it was gliding by her fingers and
palm, the ridged barb was inside now and she shuddered with the sexy sensation of her
cunt being filled with cock. Really filled. She dared to move her hips, changing slightly
the angle her cunt made with Mitch's huge cock. He was halfway inside when her
cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on him. He stopped breathing, gasped a
kiss against her neck.
"I've never known a girl who could do that! You're so tiny and soft, but it almost hurts
when you get tight down there."
"I can't help it," Shari said, keeping her eyes shyly down.
"Just so you don't cut it off," Mitch said, trying to smile.
Shari could tell her spasm had passed. The muscles let go their hold and Mitch was
easing his cock through the gushing, hot folds of her cunt. He was going slow, very
slow. But still she was frightened.
"Mitch? How... how long are you?"
He laughed, kissing her neck. "Too long for you, but don't worry. I'm used to this.
Most girls just can't take eight inches."
"Eight..." Shari swallowed hard.
"Eight and a half really." He stopped fucking, kissed her mouth longingly. "I told you
I'd go easy."
Shari felt her insides stretching out around the huge shaft. She tensed, waiting for that
bulging cockhead to reach the bottom of her cunt, waiting for the moment she would
have to scream for him to stop.
Her hand was still down around his cock, feeling him slide deep. She could hardly
believe it when she felt his balls swinging ever closer, felt them bump her fingers. He
was soooo deep. She could sense the added heat inside her belly. She could hear the
slick noises of his cockshaft sliding past her cuntlips.
"I know I can't take much more," she cried, "it feels so tight inside me... so hot and..."
"You are tight! You're beautiful, Shari. Oh Christ, you're the finest little chick..."
"Mitch! It feels awful weird. It's like your cock is taking over everything!"
"But I still don't feel the end," he said, tucking his ass under harder. Shari gasped as his
heavy balls swung against her asscheeks. She hadn't imagined that she would ever have
anything so big inside her slender young body. It made her dizzy just to think of it, to
feel the fullness. When Mitch started to drag his cock back, it felt like her insides were
being pulled along with it.
"Uuuhhh, Mitch... it's..."
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he breathed.
"Yes... but not very much... just be careful!"
He pressed deep again. One heavy ball nestled against the cheek of her ass and then she
realized that she was feeling the hilt of Mitch's cock. He was all the way inside her... he
had to be. Her hand was crushed between their bellies, their loins. She searched
frantically around her stretched hole, felt down inside a little where the thick, pulsing
cockshaft had pushed apart the soft, gushy parts. No, there wasn't any more cock left to
go inside her cunt! She had Mitch, had all of him! And it wasn't hurting!
"Baby... Jesus, you're tight and hot and fine!"
"Ohhh Mitch..." Shari had her arms around his neck again, hugging and kissing and
just plain coming apart with the shivery flames of her hunger. Mitch was holding
himself very still. She wondered why at first and then remembered something Diane
had said once how she was sure that men came a lot easier than girls.
"Don't move..." he gasped finally.
"Is something wrong, Mitch?"
"God no! Just don't move for a little bit..."
She held her breath. Their hearts pounded close together. Shari was terribly aware of
his legs, heavy against hers, his chest, his muscled arms under her back, fingers deep in
her asscheeks. It was so hard to keep still. At last she had to rock her hips just to feel
that huge cock digging against her cunt again.
"Shari...!"
"I can't help it! It feels so good, soooo good...!"
"But you're so tight... you're...!" Mitch closed his eyes. Shari kissed his chin and each
cheek and then opened her pouty lips and let her tongue slide between his teeth. She'd
learned so much about kissing lately. It just seemed to come to her naturally and she
wanted to practice what she'd picked up and watch what it did to a male. Mitch sucked
at her tongue ravenously. He was moaning and touching her asshole as she danced her
slim ass under him. Did he like her to move like that? He seemed to even though he
was still frozen, still holding himself very, very still.
"You taste too good to be true," he murmured.
Shari was breathless with what his hands were doing. It felt so odd to have fingers
sliding between the cheeks of her ass, and kind of naughty. But the good far
outweighed the bad. She especially liked it when his touch lingered for a moment on
that tiny, hard pucker of her asshole. There were nerves there she hadn't guessed about.
And yet when he pushed in a little she jerked her ass away.
"Don't... ohhhh...!"
"I'm trying to keep you still..."
"I couldn't keep still if someone tied me up with barbed wire," Shari giggled, then felt
her passion sweep away even this small joke. She found herself imagining being tied up
with barbed wire. Imagined the cuts, the blood. Yes, even that would be nice now.
Fucking was more important that any pain. She knew she could endure anything just so
she could have that big cock gouging hotly inside her cunt. Mitch was still very quiet,
frozen over her body. A wild, wild idea hit her. But she'd have to say it before she lost
her nerve.
"Why don't you let me on top?"
Mitch didn't say anything. He just rolled with her, hugging her slimness tight against
him. The bed creaked. Shari felt the relief of being able to breathe again.
"Oh, I like this!" she babbled. She couldn't bother with being self-conscious any more.
How could two people who had their genitals intertwined be self-conscious about
anything. It all seemed so right.
It was different being on top. At first her movements seemed a little awkward and she
had to relearn how to imitate Mitch's movements when he'd been on top. But after a
moment or two she could see how she had to rock her body forward so that his cock
would pull out of her clinging cuntal tube. The noise, the slick, sucking noise of it
made her shudder with hot delight. She could feel the froth of her juices as Mitch's
cockhead pulled floods of it back through the velvet hole and out to run in steamy
rivulets down the cheeks of her ass. And yet no matter how much of it seeped out,
there was more to take its place.
Mitch was very still, eyes closed tight, mouth set hard as if he were holding something
back. She didn't want him to come yet and yet she had to keep feeling that lovely jab of
his cock. The heft of it weighing against her insides. The heat of it along with her own
heat. Without even thinking she'd bent her knees up alongside Mitch's body. This way
she could control her sliding, fucking movements better. She could roll her ass around
when she settled herself down all the way upon him. And if she pushed down and back
with all her weight, she could just barely feel a pressure deep, deep within. He was
probably touching the end of her cunt when she was open like that, open and pushing
down. The mouth of her womb. A little shock of remembering made her stop moving.
"Mitch... remember what you said? About coming..."
"I won't knock you up, Shari... I couldn't let myself do something like that." He tried to
smile.
There was sweat on his forehead. Shari noticed how green his eyes were. Green and
kind and looking at her like she were some kind of princess.
"I wish I could stay still, darling," she breathed, "but I can't." She smiled at her use of
the word "darling". It was so sophisticated-sounding. Her darling. Her darling Mitch.
She lowered her face until her small tits tickled across his chest. They kissed... Mitch
with a groan as she gave him her tongue again, teasing back when he sucked too hard.
Her hips began to grind. She lifted her body, rocked forward until just the bulging
cockhead was inside the powerful ring of muscles that guarded her cunt. Careful not to
bear down too hard, Shari made the muscles tighten. Mitch moaned loudly and arched
his back up from the bed. Shari was thrilled watching this reaction. She had power over
this muscled, male animal. Slender, weak Shari could make Mitch grunt like a hungry
little piggy-
"More?" she cooed, smiling with her new prowess.
"Oh Christ, Shari... where did you come from? Am I dreaming or something?"
The words made Shari burn. She released her hold on him, slowly clenched down
again. When her cuntal muscles were very tight around the shaft just behind the flared
tip, she tossed her ass with wild, feverish movements. Mitch sounded like he was
strangling. He lifted his knees, let them flop down again. Shari stopped moving again
and loosened her cunt so that his cockhead would glide out of her. She let the tip linger
between the small inner lips of her cunt... let the tiny blossom rub the taut, blood-filled
head. By her position she knew she was caressing him near the orifice where his cum
would shoot out. Shari trembled. It was all so fantastic and mysterious! In a sudden
rush of passion, she plunged her teasing ass down... down over the rigid cock that
jutted from Mitch's loins. She felt him rape through the muscled opening, penetrate
deep into her cunt. She felt the hot firmness of his balls as her soft flesh pressed them.
She was split, divided, fucked! "Oh Mitch!"
"Shari... baby, you're about to bring me off... be careful, honey... god damn!"
"I can't stop... I just can't...!" And it was true. Her ass was moving like a wild animal
she had no control over whatsoever. Finally, biting her bottom Up to help give her will
power, Shari stopped again. But even with her ass poised high above Mitch's throbbing
cock, she couldn't stop the convulsions of her cunt, the rhythmic milking of the
muscles around her hole. The circle tightened, released, over and over again, and each
time it closed down on Mitch's bursting prick, she felt the velvety surfaces stroke him
nearer his orgasm.
Shari knew she wasn't as close as Mitch was. But she was scared too. She wanted to
keep his cock inside her as long as she could. Her body needed him there. She thought
she might lose her mind if she couldn't have that hot, heavy shaft enfolded by her hot
cunt! Yet it was dangerous.
"How will I know, Mitch!" she cried, wishing she could stop her cunt from spasming
around his prick. "When will I be able to teU that you're going to..."
"Touch my balls!" Mitch gasped.
Shari did like he said. Her fingers cradled the hot eggs and as she pressed them up
against his body she felt something else too, something she hadn't been aware of before.
Something was beating like a heart... some powerful, potent gland that controlled his
orgasm. She strayed nearer his asshole, jerked her fingers back along the hidden and
mysterious thing that had now begun to convulse.
"Can you feel it?" Mitch babbled.
"Oh yessss!" Shari's mouth felt dry. "It's scary, Mitch... maybe I'd better get off you
now..."
"No! Damn it, not yet!" He grunted, tried to keep himself still. "When you do though,
you'll have to finish me."
"Finish you...?" Shari felt dazed with passion. She was beginning to get close herself,
closer than she thought she would get. She couldn't keep her ass still at all now. She
had started a gentle fucking motion again, riding up and down like a merry-go-round
pony on its pole.
"I think I'm gonna come too, Mitch... I really think I am..." She could hardly get the
words out, and just saying them put her that much closer to the end.
"You've got to take my cock in your mouth..."
Shari's throat closed in fear. "Oh god... Ohhh Mitch I can't!"
"Turn around when I tell you... turn around so I can eat your pussy..."
His words sent a quiver of heat through her belly, down the inner flesh of her thighs.
She was close now... so very close. She felt in a trance, she could only obey him. But to
have his cock in her mouth... ! No, how could she?
Shari cupped Mitch's balls harder. Something more was happening now. She could feel
the huge gland inside his body increase its spasms. It was actually jerking with the
raging fury of the throes that her cunt was bringing. Each time her velvet folds swathed
hot juice over his steaming cockhead, his gland bucked. His cock was only halfway
inside her now and Shari could feel the ridge along its underside, that tube where the
hot cum would soon rush through. And even as she pressed the tube inward, closing it
slightly, something was bulging out against her fingertip again.
"Now, Shari! Now...!"
"I... I don't want to. I want you to stay inside... I don't care about getting pregnant! I
don't, I don't, I don't!"
She was babbling as Mitch grasped her slim hips and pushed her forward and up. She
gave a cry of despair as the swollen, hot cockhead came free from her body. Her
convulsing cunt clasped futilely at it but it was gone. Mitch was guiding her, controlling
her completely. He was turning her around. His cock bobbed there before her face and
as he parted her thighs back over his head she saw a tiny droplet form at the orifice.
The droplet grew suddenly milky and thick.
"Shari! You've got to suck me! Hurry!"
His words were so pained, so panicked that Shari shook away her fear for a second, and
in that second, she steadied his cockshaft with both hands and opened her mouth. The
two spongy lobes of his cockhead rested on her bottom lip, and in the moment which
followed, that hot, milky droplet oozed onto the tip of her tongue. Then Mitch thrust
his hips upward, burying the blood-filled head halfway in her throat.
Shari felt a wonderful softness envelop her cunt at the same time. A licking, sucking,
frictiony heat that gouged her cuntlips, rubbed her clit. Mitch was fucking his cock in
and out of her mouth and she could feel the powerful jets of his cum against the back
of her tongue, against her cheeks, bathing the insides of her mouth completely with a
flat-tasting, slimy liquid.
Mitch was coming in her mouth! He had his cock almost to her throat and she could
feel the power of his body as it spit out the potent jizz. Dazed with the shivering storm
of her own orgasm, Shari closed the inside of her mouth down around the jumping
prick and sucked. The shaft pulsed mightily as the cum flooded out. She swallowed,
swallowed again. She felt the sticky globs clinging in her throat, the smell of them in
her nostrils. She didn't care. She wanted to suck Mitch now. It didn't matter if it was
wrong. Maybe it wasn't wrong at all. Maybe nothing was wrong any more. Shari knew
that he was doing something wonderful to her cunt. That couldn't be wrong. His
tongue raping her clitoris couldn't be wrong! His teeth gouging along the ravished
blossom of her cuntlips couldn't be wrong! Shari took her mouth away from his cock.
"Mitch... you're killing me..." Her words sounded funny. She knew that steamy strings
of cum were dripping from her chin and that her eyes were heavy with the lovely,
dangerous lust. Mitch plunged his hips up again and Shari smiled and caught his cock
in her thin hands so she could get her mouth around it again. As the tip grazed her
teeth another huge glob of jizz flooded onto her tongue.
The two of them fell sideways. Her hips were dancing over Mitch's loving mouth. He
sucked ravenously at the tender, seeping tissues of her cunt. He raked his tongue over
her clit until the excruciating pinpoint of excitement became a paradise within a
paradise. Her come was like a blooming flower, each layer more devastating than the
last, and like a flower, her cunt bloomed too. It bloomed ever wider against Mitch's
open mouth. She had her knees as far apart as she could get them as he nursed her
pink nubbin. She thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering asscheeks as he ate
her cunt completely. How could she know how long it lasted? But when she finally
rearranged her slender frame so they could hold each other, so they could kiss, Mitch
was smiling at her.
"You're lovely," he whispered.
"I'm glad you like me." Mitch kissed her then and she could taste her cunt on his lips
and tongue and knew that he could taste his cum, and they rolled and squirmed
happily as the throes gently left their bodies. Dazed and happy she lay on her back and
looked at the ceiling while Mitch kissed his own cum from her chin.
"You were a hungry little thing, you know that?"
"I was afraid. But after we started, after you were in my mouth I just didn't care any
more." Shari dropped her long lashes. It was hard to think of Mitch as a stranger, but
really he was barely more than that. Reality had begun to trickle back. She'd come up
to his room and offered her body. Mitch had taken it.
"You probably don't think much of me now..."
"That's a bunch of crap. I won't be able to do anything now but think of you..." His
lips touched her cheeks.
"You mean it!" She was almost afraid to smile, afraid to meet his eyes.
He nipped her chin with his teeth. "Tell you what. Why don't you put that little thing
you call a bikini back on and I'll loan you one of my shirts and we'll go down to the
drive-in for something to eat." He smoothed her blonde hair. "We can talk about it all
night if you want."
"Oh Mitch... let's do stay up all night!"
"I'll have to stop by a drugstore."
Shari knew why, and it gave her a fevered thrill. "I want you to make love to me again."
She dropped her lashes again. "I want to feel you inside when I... when I come."
Bravely, she looked up at him. "That's a nice word, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Their lips clung teasingly for a moment. Then Mitch was up, looking through
his closet for the shirt he'd promised her.
Shari took huge lungs full of air, looked happily around the room. "I feel so good! So
darned good it hurts!"


Chapter 9

"Tundra, please... come to Rhonda!" Rhonda was on her back on the bed. Tundra sat by
her door, looking as if he would rather be somewhere else. She felt ashamed of her
pleading. Pleading for i dog to jump up between her thighs and do to her what she
needed to be done. She was stripped, totally stripped. She'd even taken off Doug's ring.
But Tundra seemed more interested in getting the door open than examining her
nakedness. He scratched at it, whined.
Rhonda was trembling as she got up and hurried across the room. She knelt by Tundra
and began to jet his thick fur. As always, he moved his head against her hand. He liked
affection. Rhonda wallowed nervously.
"Be a good dog. Get up on the bed." She patted he mattress, feeling her face redden.
She was embarrassed at what had happened to her. Her whole life had changed so
radically the past weeks. Where once she had been resigned to waiting for sex to rear its
ugly head, now she had to go out after it. Once every two weeks was not enough. And
it wasn't enough either just to dream an orgasm. Rhonda's nostrils flared. Sex wasn't
even ugly any more. Just something uncomfortable to face with her full consciousness.
It was easier if it just happened somehow. And that was why she was so upset now.
Tundra wasn't eager to go at her like he usually was. She couldn't bring herself to tempt
him with food again, like she'd done with the meat sauce. What was wrong? What had
happened anyway? Tundra was just an animal. Just a dog. He seemed to have liked
licking her cunt before. She sprawled her knees until the outer cuntlips opened back.
"Tundra! Here... up here, Tundra!" Tundra lazily crossed to the bed, bounded up. Then
he sat on his haunches with his tongue hanging out, looking at her with slightly tilted
head.
Rhonda kneeled beside him, petted his sides. She was burning up with passion. She
knew that part of the reason was the new boy around the place, the handyman, Mitch.
Her own interest in him had surprised her, shocked her. To see him in the garden
without a shirt. His muscles, his tan skin. He was good-looking and sexy and virile. At
least she thought he was virile. It had been so long since she'd been with a man,
Rhonda wasn't sure she would know it if she saw it.
"Nice dog..." Her hand had slipped under his powerful chest. Gingerly she felt back
along the thin fur there until she found the bulge of his cocksheath. She jerked her
hand away, shook her head with shame. 'Wo... what am I letting myself sink to...?" But
even her grazing touch had brought about a change in the dog's behavior. He
whimpered and licked at her arm. She could see that a tiny point of red had peeked out
of the sheath. She reached out and began to massage him. It was late. No one would
know. Shari was probably in bed... yes, she must be in bed. And Rhonda needed release
so badly, so very badly.
"Good dog!" she gasped, feeling his cock slide out from his body. Trembling, she pulled
at the loose skin in a way she thought would excite him. Tundra lapped at her wrist,
then licked himself. She let go and fell back on the bed again, tilting her cunt up
toward him. Tundra nosed her thigh, then dragged his hot tongue up along her
throbbing cuntal mound. The outer cuntlips peeled back as blood filled them. It felt
lovely. Rhonda was already forgetting that it was an animal who was licking her. She
always forgot quickly. It was the hunger that made her forget.
"Yesssss... Tundra..." She pulled her cunt even further apart with her fingers so that the
hot, slick tongue of the big animal could touch every soppy inch of it. She'd finally
managed to excite him, and yet, even though he was doing what she wanted, even
though he was licking her cunt as good as he ever did... she felt something was missing.
Oh why couldn't it be harder! Rhonda took the dog's head and pulled him against her.
Her juicy cuntlips clicked around his black nose. But now she found she was doing
more than just opening herself to Tundra. Rhonda's own fingers were straying into her
cuntal slit. She plowed the slippery folds apart and let her nails cut the tender softness.
Then she pulled the hand away. The old taboo. And she'd almost forgotten. Her need
to find some kind of relief had let her almost finger herself.
"Oh, what does it matter any more...!"
Rhonda gasped. Her head was spinning. She knew she'd entered a new world the last
few weeks, but she'd done it so fast! Tundra was beginning to edge his teeth against the
hollows of her thighs. Then he licked against her cunt again and she shivered and
arched her back up from the bed. She pushed a finger into her cunt and searched
around, feeling the velvety walls for the first time in her life. It seemed like such a
daring thing to do. And so soft inside! Rhonda hadn't realized how soft. Tundra's
tongue lapped at her knuckles as she explored this secret cave of her body. How it must
feel to a man... a man's cock.
This thought brought a whimpery gasp from Rhonda's throat. Roughly she grasped the
fur around Tundra's neck and pulled the dog's nose into the seeping pit of her cunt.
Something to fill herself with. Fingers weren't any good. She wanted to be full. It was a
need that went beyond conscious desire, beyond needing an orgasm. And Rhonda knew
that this wanting something to be sliding in and out of her cunt was a real want. Not
since Doug had...
"Oh Tundra... harder!"
Tundra had become interested in her seeping cunt at last. He was concentrating his
licking there and each time he pushed his pink tongue down into the steamy folds
Rhonda tried hard to imagine... imagine a cock! Yes, a real cock, a man's cock. There
wasn't a man attached to it, but there was the cock. Just teasing her, though. When she
tried to move so that it would go deeper, the fantasy dissolved and she could tell that it
was something quite a bit softer than a cock. Tundra growled and gouged roughly
around the edges of her cunt. His narrow back humped as his instincts began to guide
him. Rhonda sucked a little breath.
"Tundra... here..." She was on her knees now, hands spread on the bed. Could she
really go this far? The dog licked at her ass, wetting each cheek thoroughly. The tickle
was excruciating and now she had her knees apart to give the animal room to mount
her. Oh god yes, to have something... anything inside her cunt. Deep inside. Fucking in
and out of her. Rhonda tried to keep the image of what was really taking place well out
of her thoughts. It was just the touch, the sensations she wanted. Not the idea of a...
dog... doing it to her.
Paws scratched at her asscheeks, then she felt Tundra's furry underside brush her. His
weight was on her back. Claws scraped her skin painfully but she bit her lip and tried
to think only of her body's hunger. She had her back bowed down, ass thrust out to
make the angle of her cunt right. Or was it even possible? What was she doing! Tundra
was driving his ass under, tucking it sharply in the instinctive movements of fucking. A
thrill filled Rhonda's chest. Her long brown hair hung down to curtain her face and she
could feel the weight of her large tits as she waited there on hands and knees for the big
dog to fuck her. Her shapely ass moved, dipped. Something brushed her crack,
something very, very hot. It was slick too.
"Fuck... fuck..." She was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the dog on. But it
wasn't really happening, was it? She was just pretending about having a man. She was
having one of her dreams, the ones she'd had since Doug had died. In a little while she
would awaken just as her body reached its climax... but no! It was happening! She
could feel the angry red tip of the dog's cock as it gouged along the seeping heat of her
cleft, gouged lower. A flash of fear and shame and disgust poured through Rhonda's
reeling mind. Her excitement was at a keen pitch. She was walking on the fringe of
satisfying her need to have her cunt filled. But she couldn't go this far! She just
couldn't. There were limits. And as she tried to make her body mind, as she sobbed in
her confusion, the dog's red cock slipped into the mouth of her cunt and he lunged
forward hard.
"No!" Rhonda had only felt a little of it, only felt the red barb penetrate shallowly. She
was crawling forward, swatting at the animal, tossing him over on his side and off of
her body. It couldn't be! It just couldn't. And yet she'd come so close to degrading
herself forever. She was panicked and burning with desire. Rhonda grabbed her
dressing gown off the door and threw it around her. Her tits rose and fell on her chest
as she stood staring at the confused dog. A warm trickle of her cuntal juice ran down
the inside of her thigh, making her frustration that much more intense.
Rhonda rushed out of the room. She felt as if she were losing her mind. Tundra came
along, nipping at her ankles like he always did when he thought there might be more
excitement in store. Rhonda didn't know where she was going until she was halfway
through the large, old kitchen. Mitch. Yes, he was up in his room, it was late, no one
would know. She was past caring about what a man might think if she appeared
suddenly, presented herself for his pleasure. She knew she was running from one kind
of degradation and into another. But a dog! It was the end of that little game.
It was her daughter's voice that made Rhonda duck back onto the side porch. Shari was
coming down the stairs. The stairs that led to the garage apartment. And Mitch was
with her. Rhonda held her breath, hoped that she was hidden from the slanting
moonlight that came in through the patio. Her heart pounded. Her cunt seeped hot
moisture and seemed swollen open under her sheer gown.
"Oh Mitch..." Shari kissed the tall boy, letting her head bend back, standing on tiptoes
as he pulled her thin body against him. Rhonda saw the shirt her daughter wore slide
up enough to expose the skimpy bikini bottom. And there in the dim, bluish light she
saw too that Shari's trim little ass was moving gently against Mitch. A soft fucking
motion, the hint of something much more intense. Rhonda knew instantly that Shari
and Mitch were lovers. She bit her Up. A tear of shame and frustration leaked down
her cheek. Shari and Mitch were getting in his old car. The lights swung around and
then they were gone. Love was for the young, so it seemed. She could hear Tundra
scratching to be let out. Rhonda stood there in the darkness for a long while crying.
Footsteps. Someone coming up the drive. Rhonda tucked her gown around her and fled
into the house. Tundra leaped eagerly around her but she grabbed his collar and
dragged him toward the door. He barked, padded into the back yard wagging his tail.
Someone was ringing the front doorbell. At this hour! Rhonda thought of not
answering. The shadowy figure in the driveway had looked menacing somehow. A long
haired young man. That had been her impression anyway. The bell rang again. She tied
her robe and flicked on the porch light. Through the tiny window she could see that it
was a young man, one of Shari's friends, perhaps. He didn't look quite so menacing
now. Rhonda opened the door.
"Shari isn't home now," she said before the boy had a chance to so much as open his
mouth. He smiled at her then, stood with a hand on his hip. His look had a vaguely
disconcerting effect upon her.
"Are you Shari's sister?" he asked. His eyes were brown and sharp and sexy.
"Uhh... no, not exactly." Rhonda was stepping back, letting the stranger into the house.
She felt fuzzy and soft again. Like things were happening to her she had no control
over.
"Shari never mentioned a sister," the boy said. He was very close to her, looking down
into her eyes. He looked at her neck too and the expanse of skin where her gown came
together just over her tits.
"I'm Shari's mother." The words seemed to have no effect one way or the other on the
handsome boy.
"I'm Justin Woolsley," he said. "I know it's late, but Shari and I were going to watch a
movie on TV and she said it would be all right." He gave a shrug. "But you say she's
gone?"
"Yes... a friend of hers... Uhh, I'm not certain exactly who..." She felt out of sync,
fumbling for the right words in front of this young man named Justin. Why should she
have to explain anything. He was just another one of Shari's boyfriends.
"It's hard to imagine that you're really her mother. You don't look old enough."
Rhonda blushed at these words. She had blushed all her life, she wished she could keep
it from happening. Justin stood close to her in the entranceway. He didn't act as if he
wanted to leave. The moment passed the bounds of simple propriety. They had looked
too long at each other. Rhonda knew that every passing second made their tableau
heavier with tension. She was afraid that her face showed her thoughts, her smoldering
want. Yes, it was want. What did it matter whether the male was so young or that he
was a friend of her daughter's? Things had become so blurred, so out of focus lately.
Rhonda realized that her breathing was shallow and rapid. Justin had noticed this too.
"I could tell Shari you stopped by," she said at last.
"I wasn't thinking about Shari any more." His eyes told her exactly what he was
thinking about and Rhonda blushed again. It was really too much to consider. She
would end the little game here and now and send this bold young man on his way. She
needed a drink of Scotch, needed it very badly. But Justin would not turn her eyes
loose. His nostrils flared. Had he smelled her hot cunt? Rhonda felt she couldn't get her
breath. She put a hand to her breast, closed her eyes.
"You okay?"
His hands supported her shoulders. They felt hot and strong there and Rhonda let
herself relax against them, lean against his chest. She knew what was happening and yet
denied it. Was she that much of a seductress? Was there a part of her she kept caged
until the last moment.
"I feel a little funny... I think I could use a drink..." Rhonda had let her head go against
his shoulder as Justin walked her into the big living room. There was a single lamp on.
He saw the bottle she gestured to and poured a glassful. "Don't bother with the ice,"
she breathed.
He was watching her drink it. Rhonda felt like some crazed matron. And yet she wasn't
matronly. Justin was touching her hair! Oh god, how could she let this go on? A friend
of Shari's...
"Your hair is beautiful, Mrs. Hollister."
"You'd better go now. Thanks for helping, but I feel much better."
Justin ignored her. "What's your first name."
"It's Rhonda." She sipped from the glass, taking more than she pretended to take. The
Scotch sped fire along her veins. Thank god for Scotch, she thought.
"Rhonda." Justin's eyes were closer than then-physical distance. They seemed to reach
out and cover her skin. And when he blinked, they sparkled mischievously. What kind
of boy was this, where had he come from? Rhonda drank more Scotch.
They were looking at each other again. Rhonda was wishing she hadn't used the Scotch
now. She could feel the last tendrils of her pride slipping away. It was as if her needs,
her desires were veiled sometimes. Veiled even from herself. And the Scotch was
dissolving that veil, un-caging her animal instincts just as she let Tundra free to do
those awful things to her.
Justin smiled. It was more than just a smile. It was the quirk of his lips at the corners,
the smug but teasing slant of his eyes. Rhonda felt weak as a kitten. The sensation was
dangerously pleasant. She got herself into situations where she would feel like that.
Justin leaned his mouth close to her head.
"What are you doing!" she gasped. He was kissing her hair, that was what he was
doing. Her hand fluttered up to his shoulder, weakly tried to push him back. "I'd better
remind you, Justin... that, that..." Oh god, his lips were hot. How could she know they
were hot? Because they were on the side of her face now. Hot and wet. There at the
corner of her eye, so tickly. An erogenous zone. Yes, that was one of them. Could he
find another. Rhonda almost giggled. She knew she was crazy. Or a nymphomaniac.
That damned Scotch.
"You're going to spill my drink..."
"Forget the drink." Justin took it from her fingers. He was kissing her neck now.
Rhonda closed her eyes. The hand she'd tried to push him away with fluttered again,
fluttered up to curve behind his neck. To hold him harder against her. She could feel
his tongue, his teeth.
"Nooo, please, Justin. This can't happen."
"It's already happening," he whispered. His fingers were parting her gown. She felt the
silken edge inch down the tops of her tits, cling for a moment on the large, brown
nipples. Justin lowered his mouth. His tongue gingerly wet one dark areola. The gown
fell another inch to expose her. He gently sucked the turgid nubbin of flesh between his
teeth. Rhonda's cunt wet the bottom of her gown and the cushion beneath. Justin slid a
hand under the silk, grazed over her belly. She was trembling now. Her ass was
squirming on the sofa, her thighs parting for his touch. When his finger slid into the
flooding crevice of her cunt she groaned loudly and kissed hungrily at his mouth, a
yearning, hurried kiss. The kiss of a teenager. She'd kissed like that once. Innocently,
lustily with no self-consciousness. Justin's fingers eased up into her cunt. She tightened
her cuntlips around his touch, clamped one of her hands over his to push him deeper.
"Fuck me... please fuck me, Justin!" She couldn't look at him. She kissed his earlobe, his
hot neck.
"Show me where your bedroom is..."
"I can't walk. I know I can't."
Justin picked her up easily. She clung to him, hands locked behind his neck, legs
draped over his strong arm. She guided him up the stairs, down the hall to her
bedroom. She was in a woozy, high haze. She was on her back on the bed and Justin
was bending over her, parting the gown back from her loins. She had half-clear
glimpses of his movements. His shoulders became bare. Broad, strong-looking
shoulders. His narrow hips, his cock! It was large. She couldn't remember Doug at all
now. Or had she ever remembered him? Maybe he had been a stranger too. Why did it
always have to be a stranger?
"I'm only thirty-seven. I look nice for thirty-seven don't I?" Her voice sounded wrong.
"You look fantastic."
Rhonda dropped her eyes. She could see him in the glow from the bathroom light.
"You won't tell anyone... I mean that you took Shari's mother up to her room and..."
"You're not Shari's mother," Justin said, "you're Rhonda."
"Ohhh, what are you doing to me...?" Rhonda let herself be rolled over onto her
stomach and then pulled up by the hips until she was on her knees, face sideways on
the pillow. She didn't have the strength to push herself up on her hands.
Justin knelt behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs, forcing
apart her pussylips now so he could work a finger deep into her cunt. The finger
explored the tender walls, probed until she grunted with the teasing sensation of almost
being filled. Rhonda thought how like this it had been only minutes before. She'd
almost flipped completely and let Tundra mount her like some bitch in heat. She was a
bitch in heat, and she was in the dog position, but thank god it was a man who was
preparing her now.
And she was prepared. Her cunt flooded butter. She was burning down there and her
tits ached for another touch. As if reading her mind, Justin looped a hand under her
belly, stroked her navel, her ribcage and finally pinched one big nipple between thumb
and finger. She growled and bobbed her ass back and forth. He was putting something
on... she could hear the squeak of rubber against skin. No condom sounded like that,
did it? She was so out of it... she was so long without having any sex. She was so weak.
If only she might turn and see.
Somehow Rhonda managed to look back between her legs. Justin was hunkered low
behind her, knees spread for power. He was like a dog in that. Dogs hunkered for
power and then drove into the females without mercy. She hoped Justin would have no
mercy. She was past mercy in her life. But his cock looked so strange. That rubber
thing she'd heard being fitted on. Yes, something rubber. She could see the silhouette.
And in a flash an old memory shot through her dazed consciousness. A French tickler.
She'd only heard of them, but she knew that was what it was. All ringed with little
rubber nipples, little ticklers, she supposed they were. The head was a huge crown of
soft thorns. Her heart had stopped. She tried to get a breath but her lungs were already
full.
"I don't believe all this..." she breathed finally, "you're not going to put that... that thing
inside me..."
Justin laughed. "Feel it there now?"
Yes, she felt it. Her ass pranced for it. She wanted to run from it and wanted to be
caught and then raped by the spiked rubber tickler. A cock. A cock with a comb. The
small rubber spikes pressed into her tender, blood-filled cuntlips, raked over her clit. It
rose from the swimming flood of juice as the tickler gouged past. Rhonda pushed a
hand under her belly, between her spread thighs. She felt the thing settling against her
cuntal mouth. Her juices coated the rubber bumps. Justin spread her thighs with his
strong hands. She felt peeled open, stretched... her knees spread wide on the mattress.
Then he tucked under and up, a powerful lunge that took her knees off the bed.
"Ahhh...!" The spikes drove along the seeping velvet lining of her cunt and Rhonda felt
each and every one of them. The rubber thing made Justin's cock huge! But it had been
so long since she'd had a cock inside her cunt. Rhonda gasped with delight, tossed her
head back and forth. Her hair was tangled luxuriously around her neck. She felt sexy
and young and really free. She owed Justin nothing. She didn't even know him. They
were exchanging bodily pleasure and it was a good thing to do.
"Ohhh, it's going deeeeep!"
"Tell me if it hurts, baby." Justin kissed her between her shoulder blades. It felt lovely.
She didn't care about anything any more. She didn't even care what he thought of her.
She was a woman, a person. With her very own desires and needs. No one would ever
tell her how to have a good time any more. She recognized the stringent rules of society
for what they were. Harbingers of repression and madness. She liked Justin's kind of
madness better. She liked his long hair and young strong body. And yet his eyes were
older somehow. He was a confident lover. He knew just how to touch her and her body
moved to him eagerly.
"Oh Justin! When you pull it back like that... real slow... Oh god, I'm dying, I know
I'm dying..." Long strings of drool leaked from Rhonda's mouth. Her arms trembled,
threatened to collapse. Then she let them and fell against the pillow, her ass still high
and prancing as Justin dug his fingers into her hips and fucked deep again. Sometimes
the only thing that touched her was his cock and his fingers. He had them hooked
around her pelvic bones, had her firmly in his power. She wiggled in his grasp,
excruciatingly aware of her helplessness. He could ride her down onto the bed any time
he wanted or tease her with just the bumpy, slick tickler that covered his cockhead.
"I love your body..."
"Oh do you!" She gasped in lungs full of air. "Do you really?" Justin kissed the nape of
her neck for an answer. She could feel his strong belly pressed against her asscheeks
and back. He was climbing her, fucking powerfully into her drenched cunt. The French
tickler made squishy, sexy noises as it probed deep into her steamy pussy. It was
heaven! That sensation of thick meat inside her cunt! She clenched the sheet in her
hands and whimpered.
"Please don't to it any more... I'm so close to coming..." Rhonda realized she was
talking like her younger self, like she'd talked when just a teenager. So long ago. She
felt reborn, ecstatic. "Ohhh Justin... please do it slower!"
Justin eased the tickler gently from her cunt. She felt hot streaks of her juice dribbling
down. She was soaked, frothing with butter. She'd never been so wet. Her mind was a
kaleidoscope of sexy imaginings. She wanted to fuck every way there was to fuck. She
wanted to stay up all night with this boy named Justin. Weakly she turned on the bed
on her hands and knees.
"Tie me up!" Her words scared her a little. She looked up to see if she'd shocked him.
Justin smiled crookedly. "You know, you're really something else..."
Rhonda bit her Up. "I know what you're thinking. You came over to see Shari and now
you're taking care of her old lady." Her voice quavered, but she felt like she had to
finish. "Well listen to me now, you young stud. I just don't care what you think." Her
laugh was real, full of joyful freedom. "I just want you to fuck me good, okay?"
Justin touched her face. "If you'd given me time, Rhonda... I don't think anything bad
about you. I'm just digging you an awful lot." He moved closer and Rhonda pushed his
long hair back so they could kiss.
"I dig you too," she said, giggling at the unfamiliar word.
Justin was looking affectionately at her. He let a finger trace the full-fleshed curves of a
tit. "See, I've never made love to a really mature woman."
Through the twinkling confidence of his expression, Rhonda thought she discerned a
tiny bit of shyness. She touched his chest, held the palms of her hands against his
narrow hips. "You're really a beautiful man." She closed her eyes and let her head fall
back. Justin opened his mouth against her pulsing throat and she dug her fingers into
his hair. "Ohhh Christ in heaven, I want this to last forever."
"I'll be around as long as you want me," Justin whispered, his tongue wetting her
earlobe. She found his own ear and pushed the wet point of her tongue into the
intricate whorls.
"Tie me up," she whispered.
Justin looked where she told him and came back to the bed with a pair of pantyhose
and a silk belt from a robe. The heavy swing of his cock thrilled her. She was not used
to being around cocks. She had forgotten how grotesquely beautiful they were. Of
course she couldn't really see what the tip looked like yet. As Justin bent over her with
the silk belt, she cupped a hand under his balls. They were heavier than she ever
remembered Doug's balls being. Maybe she hadn't taken enough time with sex then,
maybe Doug had not been so inspiring a lover as this long-haired young stud. She
wondered idly if Justin had ever done anything with Shari. She couldn't help but feel a
little envy if that were true. Justin wound the silk stocking around her ankles.
"Give me your hands..." She felt the silk belt go around her wrists, snugged tight. She
was on her side, already helpless as Justin bent her knees back.
Her wrists and ankles were pulled together and cinched with two knots. Gently he
pushed her onto her back again. The soles of her bare feet were pressed together and
each ankle was bound to one of her wrists. She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll
away. Justin edged forward between her open thighs. Rhonda's lashes fluttered.
"God, that feels strange! I've never been tied up... I don't know why I even thought of
it..."
"That's what I mean when I say you're something else," Justin said, smiling that sexy,
crooked smile. He kissed one knee and then the other. With the rubber tickler on the
end of his cock, he began to part the already blooming lips of her cunt. Rhonda
breathed raggedly as she felt the little nipples of the strange thing tickle her slit. Then
Justin pushed the underside of his cock into the V so her juices would soak his cock
again. With his fingers he dipped into the buttery mess and painted his cock with juice.
Her muscles were cramped from the spread-back position but she loved the hurt. Justin
moved again, let his heavy-hanging balls drop into the swimming flood of her cuntal
juices.
Whimpering with lust, she strained against her silk bindings. They cut deliciously into
the flesh of her wrists and ankles. A tingly thrill of being helpless, of being bound
naked before a virile, young seducer made her heart pound fast. Her nipples longed to
be kissed, and as if he'd read her mind, Justin bent to wet them teasingly. She arched
her back, tried to shove a tit between his teeth. Justin laughed and moved back until her
mouth fell open with desire and she thrashed feverishly in her bonds.
"You're wilder than any teenybopper I've ever seen," he breathed as he opened his
mouth wide and covered the aching finger of her nipple.
Rhonda wallowed upward against the biting, licking heaven of his touch. She felt hot
spit-trickling down her side, heard him smacking hungrily, sucking with a passion she'd
only just dreamed some men had.
Now his cock was slipping back, sliding toward her swollen cuntal mouth. He centered
the tickling rubber device and then lunged quickly into her cunt. Rhonda bit blood
from her lip, whined like a puppy through her flared nostrils. She felt desired,
beautiful... helplessly tied. And that thing inside her! When it was deep, really deep, she
could feel it like fire against the knotted mouth of her womb. The way she was tied
made it difficult to move her ass very much, but those small, restricted movements were
at least as exciting as being completely free. She found that by tensing the large muscles
of her ass, the thrilling rub of the tickler was amplified. It felt like a mad, gouging
animal that was ravishing her velvety cuntal walls, raping her senseless!
Justin had her other tit in his mouth now and as he roughed the tender nipple she felt
her body quicken to the friction. Her clit was pulled tightly down each time he fucked
into her cunt. And then as her belly filled with prick, Justin bit teasingly around her
areola and nipple.
Rhonda babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles until the pain made her quivering
excitement rush along every nerve of her body. Even her feet pressed sole to sole
seemed involved in some kind of sexual union. She let her toes tickle each other,
groaned Justin's name as he worked his young hips with a building tempo. The juice
seemed to erupt from her cunt and she felt it leaking down her ass and onto her ankles.
It slicked between the cheeks of her ass, wet the sheet beneath. Rhonda ground her hips
around wildly, straining as far as possible against the cutting bonds of silk. She was
going to come. It would be soooo good!
"Justin... ohhh god, you're so good!" It was funny how getting fucked by someone made
her feel so spiritually close. Without words, without even knowing anything about him.
She dug her nails against her palms, opened her mouth for him to kiss. Justin kissed
her deeply, plowing their tongues together, fucking her with frenzied hunger now.
When Justin held his cock just inside her convulsing folds of her cunt, Rhonda felt her
body quiver all over in a way that was strange to her... or at least long ago forgotten.
Her ass was just hanging there and trembling, waiting for the knob of rubber bristles to
be speared into her cunt again. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the
other. Like before the silk belt and twisted hose burned her skin and her shivering
muscles bucked helplessly as Justin raked pure pleasure from her whisper-soft cuntlips.
Her clitoris was swollen and hot. It pulsed with a raging tickle that jolted cries of lust
from her throat.
Rhonda's thighs were smeared with her own juice. She had bit blood from her lips and
her wrists and ankles had welts where her bonds had cut. But as each turbulent storm
of ecstasy took her body the pain seemed like the most delicate of sensations. Yes, she
liked the pain, even jerked her arms and legs harder to let it blend with the vicious
fucking of Justin's studded cock.
Rhonda was only a second away from madness, then the second had passed and she
was mad, gone crazy with yelping fits as the final excruciating flames engulfed her. A
core of white-hot joy consumed her cunt... that core... it was Justin! It was Justin's thick
prick fucking her so beautifully! And then he was kissing her spit-drenched mouth and
she sucked ravenously at his tongue and came and came and came.

* * *

"Ohh, that hurts a little!" Rhonda was on her side and Justin bent over the knot he'd
made at her wrists. She felt him tenderly undo the silk tangle, then kiss the angry welts.
Those kisses brought tears to her eyes.
"I shouldn't have tied you so tight."
"It's all right." She framed his face, smiled. "Really!" Rhonda looked down at his cock.
It was as huge as ever and she reached down to feel the strange rubber tickler that had
brought her so much happiness. Justin was smoothing her shoulders. She felt
delightfully like a high school girl, like her parents had left her home alone and her
boyfriend had stopped over to see her.
"You didn't..." She dropped her eyes. "...you didn't come..."
Justin smiled. "Not with that thing on." He brushed her fingers lovingly and showed
her how the tickler came loose. Rhonda's breath caught when she saw what was
underneath, saw the real size and shape of her new lover's prick. The veins pushed in
when she squeezed it and then she looked up at Justin. He was smiling sexily at her.
Rhonda blushed.
"I guess I might as well confess. It's been a long time since I've had a close look at a
man." The darkened crown of his cock swelled before her eyes.
"I'm pretty close." Justin sucked a ragged breath. "Damn close."
Rhonda knew what Justin wanted her to do. There didn't have to be any words, only
their breathing, a telling look... Justin's hand on the side of her face. But could she?
Doug had never insisted that she suck his cock. But after the first part of their marriage,
Doug never seemed to want anything. He had other girls. The fact that Justin actually
wanted her to put her mouth over his cock was exciting. He wanted to feel her sucking
him off. But in her whole life Rhonda had never had her lips close to a man's cock.
"What does it taste like?" she whispered, afraid to meet his eyes. "Oh that's a dumb
thing to say..."
"Why don't you try it?" Justin said back. His fingers tickled into her ear. Rhonda knew
she had to. There were a lot of reasons beyond just wanting to bring pleasure to Justin,
though that was, the most important. After all, Justin had given her more pleasure in
five minutes than she'd experienced in years.
A sudden rustle outside the bedroom door made Rhonda sit straight. Tundra!
Scratching and whining and barking up a storm.
"My mother's dog," she explained, starting off the bed and then stopping again. What
could she do? Shari had probably let Tundra in when she came back with Mitch. Well
at least she knew her daughter wasn't sleeping with the hired man. Rhonda smiled. As
if that mattered. Shari's mother was in bed with one of her daughter's friends. Justin
pushed himself up on his elbows.
"Something wrong?"
"That dog... I... I guess I'd better let him in before he wakes my mother up. She's awful
when she's disturbed in the middle of the night."
Tundra went for her cunt as soon as she'd opened the door, but Rhonda smacked him
sharply across the muzzle and he circled confusedly into a corner. So the mutt was hot
tonight. Rhonda glared at him. Fickle male dog! She remembered the times she'd
almost begged him to lick her cunt and now when she had a man Tundra had his horns
on.
"Nice-looking dog," Justin said, pulling her back onto the bed, parting his knees so that
she would see he was ready. Rhonda's heart felt about to jump out of her chest. She
gingerly pulled the skin off his cockhead. Justin hadn't been circumcised. Rhonda could
remember only Doug's neatly trimmed cock. She liked Justin's better, the thick foreskin
that covered half his glistening cockhead. Her breath went ragged as she inched the
covering sheath back. She was sitting on her haunches in front of him and as the ridge
of his swollen cockhead was exposed, he slumped back on the pillow and closed his
eyes.
At first she wanted to get used to it, to taste it a little. She'd already made up her mind
that tonight she would take a man's cock inside her mouth and suck it until hot cum
boiled out. Then she'd swallow it down like a good girl should. Oh she felt so
deliciously naughty. She wanted to be naughty for the rest of her life, she wanted to
enjoy things just as her mother had lectured her against.
"Do other girls do this... for you?"
"Not many," Justin groaned, hunching his body up from the bed, hoping he would feel
her wet mouth close on his cock. Rhonda extended her tongue, let it rest against the
two lobes at the underside of his cockhead. Justin grunted with obvious pleasure. So not
many did it for him. Then he would remember this time especially. Rhonda knew she
had to make it good. She wanted to have Justin coming back to visit her some night.
She wanted to see him often. Tundra whimpered from the corner of the room.
"Bad dog!" Rhonda hissed, then turned to gently lick Justin's cockhead again. He
writhed in joy-agony. Rhonda extended her tongue until it covered almost half the
underside of his cockshaft. Then she brought it quickly forward, pushed it back again.
Justin held his breath. He was so tense that he was shivering.
"I didn't know it would make you feel like... like that!"
"Baby... ohhhh baby...!" He reached weakly for her hand, fell back again. Tundra was
up and turning at one end of the room. Rhonda shook her finger at the animal and
steadied Justin's throbbing prick so she could lower her pursed lips against the domed,
slick glans. Tundra put his front paws on the bed, tilted his handsomely furred head at
her.
"Back... back, Tundra!" She was on her hands and knees, bent down over Justin's
jutting cock. The swollen tip was just inside her lips and she rubbed them over the
velvety taut membrane. It felt so thin there at the crown. Rhonda shuddered with the
realization that nature had meant for sex to feel good. Good old Mother Nature.
Making a man's cockhead so thin that he could feel every soft fold of a woman's cunt...
or her mouth! She felt almost like fucking again. Just having Justin's cock inside her
mouth, her on all fours hovering over him as he lay flat. She wanted to climb up on top
of that long, lean maleness and lower her tender cunt over his jutting cock.
But Justin wanted what she was doing. And that made her want it for him twice as
much. In the position she'd taken, it was easy to bob her head up and down, letting the
spongy hard cockhead jab well into her throat. Rhonda found how to breathe in
rhythm, discovered the easy rise and fall that seemed to make Justin wiggle and swear
under his breath. She closed her eyes. She liked the suck of the veined prick in and out
of her mouth. Her lips sucked around the flared glans, her teeth nicked it. Then she
plunged down to have it almost up to Justin's balls... yes, when she tried hard she could
just touch his scrotum with her bottom lip.
But a jab of fear went through her when she knew that Tundra had climbed onto the
big bed behind her. She swung back with her hand, but the big dog ducked, prowled
his nose between the cheeks of her ass and wet her crotch easily.
"Ohhh... nooo!" she gasped, spit oozing from her lips down over the pulsing head of
Justin's big cock.
"What's wrong, Rhonda?" Justin opened sex-heavy eyes.
"This damned dog! He must think... oh, I don't know what he thinks... ohhh!" Rhonda
swatted at Tundra again but the animal ignored her weak punches. He had worked her
hot cuntlips apart now and was stroking them hungrily with his rough tongue. Rhonda
had drooped her head down as the feeling washed over her, dropped her lips slackly
against Justin's cock. She was frantic with the fear of discovery. And the sloppy noises
Tundra was making wouldn't go undiscovered long. She hit at the dog again.
"Ohhhh, I'm so embarrassed... this awful, awful dog!" Justin could see what was
happening now. He was on one elbow, smiling oddly.
"I don't blame him," Justin said. "You're beautiful. And you smell good too."
"But I'm not a dog!" She whimpered half with shame, half with passion. Tundra knew
how to lick, he knew too damned well how to lick. Rhonda shoved him back again and
pretended nothing had happened. But as soon as she was kissing Justin's pretty cock
again, the dog brought his hot tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt and she
trembled like a bitch in heat.
"Tundra!"
Justin caught her wrist. "There's nothing really wrong with it." His smile was easy, as if
he knew all that she hoped he would not discover. That he knew it and liked what he
knew. Rhonda couldn't look at him at all.
"I'm so ashamed I think I'll die..." Tundra was growling with pleasure as he wet the
backs of her thighs, her asscheeks, her puffy, slick-soaked cuntal crack.
"Forget it..." Justin gently eased her head down, down toward his cock. Rhonda didn't
open her eyes until she felt the blood-filled cockhead bump her cheek. Then she turned
her head so she could bite the side of the veined shaft, tickle that hardness with her
tongue until Justin fought the bed. Yes, that teasing, tickling wetness that rubbed her
cunt open. It was there, insistent, prodding, hungry. And Justin knew it was happening.
She fought for some kind of conscience, for the guilt she was supposed to feel. Could a
man's easy-going attitude affect her so easily. Did she have any morals that were hers
alone?
Rhonda let her head fall heavily over the shaft that rose from between her lover's legs.
When the blue crown gouged her tonsils she swallowed and felt the soft linings caress
his cock. Justin sounded like he was coming apart. Tundra wallowed his black nose part
way into the opening of her cunt and she felt her muscles convulse around that
invasion. The dog grunted and drove his tongue in wild lapping frenzies over her open
cunt. The hair curled along the sides of her cuntlips, wet with Tundra's hot saliva.
Rhonda sensed that the animal's touch was far different tonight, far lighter, gentler. He
went at her with the same hungry eagerness, but when the pink surface brushed the
lump of her clitoris it was excruciatingly tickly... so soft, so whisper soft. She widened
her knees unashamedly on the mattress, felt Tundra hunker down between her dripping
loins.
"Justin... this dog is licking me..."
"Beautiful! Does it feel good?"
"Yesss! Oh god yes!" Rhonda was surprised at her boldness, proud of it. "You don't
care?"
"It's turning me on!" he laughed. The laugh turned to a groan as Rhonda gave a sloppy
lick over the orifice that cut the very tip of his glans. That's where his jizz would erupt.
It would fill her mouth, choke her maybe! Rhonda quieted her fears, concentrated
instead on the lovely, hot thing that lolled slickly against her tongue. She made a
trough and licked him like that, the sides of the U shape brushing the swollen
cockhead. Rhonda felt the head growing as she did this and increased her tempo.
Tundra had centered his licking attention against her clitoris now and the tiny pink
bump had become erect and acutely sensitive. It felt like a tiny finger at least a half-inch
long, and the dog felt it with his tongue, tried to flatten it down into the throbbing
cuntlips. Rhonda danced her plump ass, tucking the luscious little treat away from
Tundra. Tundra whined and found her clit again with the sharp line of his bottom
teeth.
"Ohhhhh," she babbled around the shaft between her lips. Spit leaked out the corners
of her mouth and made dewdrops in Justin's tangled pubic curls. His balls were pulled
up high in their sac from the tension of her teasing mouth. She knew it must be slow
for him to do it like that. Her tongue brushed each hollow, each bump. She searched
for the most sensitive places and when she found one she only just teased it until Justin
stiffened and tried to fuck deep into her throat. Then she attacked the itching spot with
a fury, pointing her tongue to dig into the spongy, steaming flesh of his prick.
Justin pounded the mattress and cursed gloriously. She loved his filthy mouth. She felt
like she had a sex-crazed male animal at her mercy on the bed, and another eating her
cunt behind her. God in heaven, was he ever eating it! When Tundra got really excited,
Rhonda could always feel his fangs. She could feel them now. They pressed keenly into
the soppy cuntlips, rimmed the aching flesh around her cuntal mouth. She gasped with
unashamed delight. Her long hair tickled sexily over Justin's muscled belly, between his
thighs. When she bobbed down, it caressed his balls. His hands rested on the sides of
her head now, as if to feel her movements, the way she tilted her jaws so that the slick
dome would jab against the insides of her cheek. He was making funny noises in his
throat. His chest and gut were hard.
It was the taste that came first. Rhonda felt no spurt as she thought she might, no jet
that choked or strangled her. It was a subtle, flat taste that told her a tiny droplet of
cum had been squeezed up the throbbing tube that came from Justin's balls. Gingerly
Rhonda brushed the orifice with her tongue flattened. Another droplet formed, grew
slimy and filled her mouth with the strange new taste. Instinctively, Rhonda curved her
tongue into a trough and thrust it back and forth against the hot underside of his
cockshaft.
That was all Justin's convulsing prostate needed. A powerful froth poured out of his
cock, slicked noisily in the soft, curved channel she'd made with her tongue. A steamy
jolt of cum went into her throat and she gulped it down. It was easy... so much easier
than she'd first thought. There was nothing so wrong with the way it tasted or the
slickness or the sharp, pungent smell that collected in her nostrils. It was sex, and she
liked sex as it turned out... she'd always liked it. She would never try to bury that liking
in some dark recess of her mind again.
Tundra's mouth was gone. She felt him hold one cheek of her ass between his fangs
and shake her gently. The pull of the nipped flesh, the strain of it against her clitoris
seemed to be pushing her close to the cliff's edge. She struggled to keep her
concentration, to keep sucking hungrily at the bursting cock that now jabbed half into
her throat. Justin liked it when she swallowed. When those delicate swells back there
rolled and convulsed around his cockhead. Hot dribbles of cum seeped down her
throat. Justin had begun to thrust his hips frantically and she struggled to keep the
spurting cock in her mouth. It jabbed out the sides of her cheeks, spit milky globs of
jizz onto the roof of her mouth. Tundra bit at her thigh, then licked deep into the
peeled-back, swollen membranes of her cunt. She quivered and groaned through her
nose, gurgled as she bolted the hot cum down with feverish excitement. She loved that
slimy, sticky man-cream! And the next time she wanted it flooding into the very depths
of her cunt. She wanted to feel it dripping down her thighs, drying on her ankles.
"Ohhhh!" Rhonda's consciousness felt suddenly shaded, dazed. The hard cock in her
mouth was softening already, and she felt it slip from the corner of her mouth as she
fell sideways on the bed. Tundra bumped his head hard against her thigh to keep it
open. He was up on his paws now, driving his pointed muzzle roughly against her
dainty cunt. And Justin was watching! She could just barely see him as he pushed
himself up to be closer to the action. The action! A dog eating her cunt!
Rhonda was past being able to stop Tundra, but she wondered if she were really as 
freespirited as she'd thought a second before. For now her new lover was actually seeing
what was taking place between her spit-smeared thighs. He was even helping things
happen! He was holding her leg up and open for the horny dog! And then Rhonda saw
the excitement in his eyes. Hb fingers closed lovingly over her tit, his mouth fell until
their lips sucked hungrily together. He was kissing her cummy mouth and rubbing a
slick thumb against her nipple as the dog rooted wildly against her hot, blood-tight clit.
Rhonda whimpered passionately into Justin's open mouth. His tongue fucked her like
his cock had. She was coming. As Tundra devoured her soft cunt, nibbled the turgid
nub of her cht, she felt his haunches quiver. He was making violent, animal fucking
motions, and each snap of his strong back made the red dog cock dance under his belly.
Then she felt the shooting spurts of dog cum make hot lines on her ankle and leg.
Tundra was making himself come and Justin was kissing her, squeezing her tit at the
same time.
She thrashed madly on the bed, plunged her cunt up and down against the driving,
pink animal tongue that ravished her. And it was good. So good that she knew she'd
never be the same again. She pressed her open mouth against Justin's neck, licked him
like the dog was licking her cunt. Thrilling jolts of lust exploded star-like in her pussy.
But Tundra had fallen back, drained, wasted now. Another spasm rocked her and she
cried out to be touched. Her raw cunt sucked thin air.
But Justin had pushed three fingers into the rubber tickler. She felt him tease it across
her slit and then penetrate her convulsing cunt. She finished coming with a cry of joy,
kissed Justin's hungry mouth, thrust her hips against his fucking hand. She didn't even
care if her mother woke up. Things were going to be different from now on. She wasn't
the same Rhonda Hollister. She was going to invite Justin Woolsley to dinner the
following night, and then if she was in the mood invite him to her bed for the night.
She sucked the boy's tongue deep into her mouth and cooed contentment through her
flared nostrils. The first part of her life was already fading into obscurity... the next part
was going to be something else! And she had that wonderful dog to thank for it!


THE END
