DOGGIE GIRL
By J.S. Bradley


Foreword

It often comes as a shocking blow to learn that a person one has held in high esteem is
not what he or she appears to be.
The model husband next door who is exposed as a wife-beater. The high government
official under investigation for corruption. The respected banker caught with his hand
in the till.
For Robin Chandler, the sight of her mother making mad passionate love to the family
pet proves not only to be a traumatic event, but also the catalyst for unleashing her own
latent passions. At first she becomes shocked, but later, she too becomes involved. And
it is only when her father comes to her aid that Robin emerges from the world of
bestiality as a full-grown woman, a woman who understands good and evil.
The startling story of a young girl who comes to grips with her own carnal emotions.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The three of them were lying on the carpet just inside the glass doors that led to the
lanai and the Chandlers' pool outside.
Cool drops of rain from the sudden shower made concentric circles on the surface of
the water. Robin Chandler sighed softly. She was tired of watching the designs the
drops of rain made, and she rolled in the high, plush nap of the carpeting to her back.
She reached lazily to the side and scratched the top of Wellington's sleek head. The big
Irish setter lifted his muzzle from between his paws, licked her hand affectionately,
panted a moment, then stretched full length over the transom, lying half in the room,
half on the lanai.
Robin gazed at the reclining form of her boy friend, Norman, and saw that his eyes
were closed, although he wasn't asleep. She reached out slowly, as if to give him a
playful tickle, then changed her mind, a mischievous smile coming to her full lips.
She stretched lithely. She reached high over her head and the firm lines of her young
body became taut. Her supple spine arched from the floor until her round ass-cheeks
were nearly free of it.
She did it limberly, like a sensuous cat. Her tipped tits thrust upward from her chest
and drew the material of the bikini halter so tightly across the ends that her nipples
showed clearly.
Norman still didn't open his eyes. She gave a soft little moan of pleasure. She spread
her thighs slightly and tipped her pelvis up. Her bikinied pussy rocked gently and
invitingly, and her hips made rotating circles around an imaginary shaft that was
fucking her cunt.
Norman still didn't look. She sighed again. She didn't glance at Mindy. She didn't have
to glance at Mindy to know that Mindy's eyes were on her.
Mindy's eyes were always on her.
She smiled secretively and closed her eyes and made a purring sound. She put her
hands on her stomach, feeling the silkiness of the naked skin. In a moment, one hand
traveled up her body with a cupping motion, reaching for her swollen tit. The other slid
down her flat tummy toward the top of her bikini panties, her fingers outstretched and
reaching.
Mindy watched. She watched hungrily. Every silky movement Robin made, Mindy
watched. She heard the little intake of breath between Robin's sweet lips as her fingers
snaked inside the bikini panties, and Mindy felt her mouth become slightly dry.
Something secretive and warm squirmed through Mindy's virginal body. Her eyes
traced Robin's supple curves, the beauty of her auburn hair, the creamy texture of her
skin. She could watch Robin for hours at a time.
While she watched the lift and thrust of the pert-tipped tits and imagined the sensual
thrill of fingertips twining about auburn pubic curls, tingles went through her. They
spiked her nipples inside her own bikini and made her virginal cunt damp. Her mind
let her know one more time how much she should not be feeling this way about Robin.
But she couldn't help what she felt, could she? Was there something terribly wrong
with her for loving the graceful, curving softness of another girl's body?
Yes, there was!
You 're sixteen, Mindy. You 're a girl. You should want the hardness of a male prick
inside your virginal pussy. The hardness of a male body against your firm, pointed tits.
Male fingers kneading your tight little ass. Male lips mashing against the soft fullness of
yours, bruising them as a hard, stiff cock rips and rapes and foams into your squeezing,
screaming cunt and murders you with pain... rips and rapes and kills and...
Mindy gasped softly. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw red whorls and dots in the
darkness before they blurred into other images – images of Susan four years ago, raped
dead, beaten dead.
By the hardness of male fists and pricks.
Mindy held her breath. Sounds of the lazy afternoon faded and stopped, then came
slowly back again when the images were gone.
She opened her eyes and breathed as quietly as she could so that Robin wouldn't ask
why she'd been holding her breath. Robin didn't know about Susan. None of her
current friends knew. Susan was from a different place, a different time, a nightmare of
the past.
She glanced at Norman.
A male...
The fool was still lying there with his eyes closed, missing all the subtle, sensuous
movements Robin made. He didn't deserve to be her boy friend. He didn't appreciate
her beauty. like all males, he thought only of satisfying his hard, thrusting cock inside a
soft pussy.
Mindy tore her eyes from him. She couldn't stand the thought that his prick had
actually violated Robin's sweet, silky cunt, had spat and foamed and bubbled sperm into
the satiny depths of her hot, pink pussy.
Yet, he had. Robin had said so, sighing and twisting about as if his cock were in her at
that moment. The admission had been like a knife through Mindy's heart.
She watched Robin. The girl still stretched and twisted lazily in her orange bikini,
unaware of the shock of memory and the feelings jolting through her younger friend.
Mindy ran her gaze admiringly over the flowing swell of Robin's hips. They were a full
heart shape beneath the naked, pinched waist. The sides were bare. The small triangle
of the orange bikini bottom was molded so tightly around her crotch that her puffy
young pussylips showed as soft mounds.
The fingertips were just above them, rolling slowly and erotically at the top of her sweet
cleft. Her cunt lips were bloated and full, moistly open.
They were open enough that Mindy could see the sensual little crevice of Robin's gap
between them and the thin line of moisture that leaked from her sweet cunt.
Mindy stared at the open crotch and the pressuring fingertips and felt her throat
constrict with the sudden swelling of sensation inside her own body.
Her face reddened slightly, and her pulse throbbed. She felt her pussylips bloat and puff
up inside her light-blue panties, and she couldn't stop watching the play of smooth
muscles and taut skin. Or the way Robin was heating herself up.
For what?... To let that hard, raping male prick fuck her?
Robin moaned softly and twisted her lithe body again, rolling from one rounded, bare
hip to the other in sinuous waves. Her ass clenched and mounded, stretching the jersey
material and then capturing it in the soft vise of her ass-cheeks so that the whole
curving line of her deep crack showed.
Her trim thighs scissored and spread, and Mindy watched the sensuous opening. She
wanted to reach out and run her fingertips along the satiny skin and to feel the firm
flesh.
There was desperation in her desire to do this. The only thing stopping her was
Norman's presence beside them. That, and the not knowing what Robin would think or
say if Mindy did reach out and stroke the slit of her pussy.
That was the hell of it. Mindy knew what she felt. She knew what she wanted to do.
But she knew it wasn't right. And she was afraid to find out how Robin would react.
Wellington sneezed suddenly. There was a great wet-sounding snort and a flurry of
flapping ears. Then the dog looked around at them with an expression of something
near shock, as if wondering what had happened. He thumped his tail on the floor and
stretched across to lick at Robin's face.
Norman opened his eyes at the sound. He looked at Robin and saw that the tips of her
fingers were bumping up the jersey material of her panties as she softly and
passionately stroked her clit.
He propped his head up quickly and licked his lips and was all attention. The pouch of
his white trunks began to bulge as his prick stiffened.
He lifted his eyes from the thrust of Robin's tits and the kneading fingertips and
glanced at Mindy. There was a trace of hostility in his expression – an unspoken appeal
for Mindy to suddenly leave so that he could fuck Robin.
A quick coldness went through Mindy. She stared back at him. She didn't like him –
because he was male. And he didn't like her, although he stared at her tits and tight,
round ass enough when Robin wasn't looking.
She glanced at the fearful outline of his stiffening cock. It was showing more and more
plainly now. She imagined it, loose and thrusting, driving into Robin's succulent, sweet
pussy, and a shiver went down her spine.
She gave him an icy stare. She wasn't going to give up this time. She was going to fight
for Robin. She looked at him with an expression that told him to leave.
They gazed at each other for a long moment. Norman's prick continued to swell. Robin
felt the antagonism between them and watched them. Her fingers stopped moving over
her clit, but she didn't pull her hand from her panties.
She saw the bulge in Norman's trunks too. She moaned softly and let a slow smile
come to her lips. Her fingertips moved a few more times, and then she pulled her hand
out and stretched languidly, making her tits thrust against the tight halter. It was as if
she were taunting them both.
"Mmmmmm, I feel so lazy and good," she said softly. "Aw-w-w, come here, Welly.
Give me a big kiss."
She reached out for the long-haired Irish. The dog scooted along the floor on his belly
and lapped at her hand. He sniffed her fingertips. He licked them. He stood up
suddenly and hovered over her.
"Jesus, Robin," Norman said, staring at the dog.
Mindy looked. The dog's cock-sheath was quivering. Then it suddenly opened, and the
bright scarlet tip of his prick began sliding out.
The shaft was thick and slippery. It seemed to grow bigger by the minute. He licked at
Robin's fingertips and then began sniffing at her body. He lifted a forepaw and raked at
her stomach with it, making a whimpering sound.
Mindy stared at the scarlet prick under the dog's belly. She'd known Robin for four
years, ever since they'd moved from the place where Susan had been her best friend.
She'd known Wellington that long too. But she couldn't ever remember seeing him
with a hard-on before.
Not like this one. Not stiff and thrusting. Not when he was standing over Robin's
supine body as if ready to snap her panties in his teeth and rip them from her hips and
fuck her.
"Jesus, Robin!" Norman said again with more feeling. "What the hell are you doing to
that dog?"
She smiled again, roughing Wellington's neck playfully. She looked at Norman's crotch.
"The same thing I'm doing to you, honey," she said with a laugh. She reached out and
ran her hand up his leg, stopping just short of his cock-bulged trunks.
"Yeah, but I'm a man," he said, letting out a quick gasp of lust.
He looked down at her hand. His prick jerked to full erection in his trunks. The tip of
it threatened to peep over the edge of the material.
"Wellington's a man, too," she teased. "Mmmmmm, come here, Welly, and let's see
who's more of a man."
She ran her other hand under the dog's thick-furred chest to his belly. She cupped his
sheath boldly, squeezing her fingers around the dog's cock.
"My God!" she gasped. "He's so hard! It's like iron!"
Robin blinked with surprise. She sat up, her hand still cupping the dog's sheath. She
licked her lips, and her face became even more flushed with lust.
"Norman – feel that!" she cried.
"Are you nuts?" he said with revulsion. "You want me to feel a dog's cock?"
"What's wrong with that? I feel yours, don't I?"
She laughed suddenly and slid her hand up his leg the rest of the way and cupped his
crotch.
"Oh, you naughty boy! You're as hard as Welly," she chuckled. Her eyes narrowed
slightly, and her soft lips went slack. "Mmmmm, Norman – are you ever hard."
"Hey," he whispered, torn between embarrassment and daring, giving Mindy a quick
glance and then ignoring her. "Hey, you keep that up, and you're asking for it, honey."
Robin kept it up. Her fingers fondled and squeezed gently. She cupped his balls inside
the trunks, and she felt the outline of his stiff shaft and stroked it through the material.
Norman sucked in his breath and held it. He started to make a movement to push her
hand away and close his thighs, then changed his mind. He gave Mindy another glance.
His legs apart, he shoved his crotch at Robin's hand, figuring what the hell if she
wanted to get fucked in front of Mindy, it was all right with him. Might be kind of
exciting. Might be that Mindy's pussy would start to itch enough to want his prick too,
and having a three-way orgy would be a blast.
He grinned at Mindy and reached out for Robin's tits. He squeezed one, palming it
totally, and the tip of his prick stretched up beyond the rim of his trunks and swelled
pulsingly.
Mindy stared at it. She sucked in her breath. She didn't know what to think. She felt
horrified and thrilled at the same time. It was the first prick she'd ever seen – the first
human prick.
It was the long-dreaded enemy, the materialization of four years of nightmares, since
Susan's rape and death.
And yet – his cock didn't look that lethal. She looked from the velvety pink end of
Norman's prick to the scarlet, shiny, pointed spear thrusting from Wellington's belly
and gasped again.
She watched Robin's fingertips reach for the big-eyed end and fondle it. She saw the
cock move and swell and jerk. Robin had let go of Wellington's cock. The Irish setter
sat and looked down at her body with his head tilted slightly, panting, his prick jerking
and thrusting from his sheath.
Mindy moaned softly. She was lying on her stomach on the high-napped carpet. She
felt tingles go through her body. Her tits swelled and pressed against the floor. Her
pussylips bloated even more inside her bikini panties, and she pressed her pelvis against
the floor and felt her clit being pressured sensitively.
Robin stretched toward Norman, her lips parted slightly. They met his. She kissed him
passionately, her mouth open, her tongue sliding between his lips, and she gave out a
soft moan.
Robin pushed her tits into his hands and scooted closer to him. Mindy ran her eyes
over the curving swells of the sweet body and moved against the floor again, fucking it.
She'd watched Robin and Norman mug over each other before. But she'd never
watched Robin fondle his prick and balls. She'd never seen her spine arch so that her
tits pressed into Norman's hands that way before.
Mindy's emotions were jangled. She wanted to cry: No! She didn't want to see
Norman's hand running over the tight, round, swollen buttock that way and curl her
hips against him. She didn't want to see Robin's dainty fingers reach inside the white
trunks to capture the stiff, throbbing length of his cock and caress it.
And yet...
She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see any of it. She wanted to be doing it. She
wanted her hand on Robin's ass-cheek, kneading it. She wanted her fingers caressing
the firm mound of Robin's tit. And she wanted...
...she wanted Robin's hand to be inside her swimsuit, not Norman's!
"Oh, God..." she groaned huskily, her hips pushing against the floor again and again,
her ass-cheeks clenching tightly, her pussy growing warm and wet and loose inside.
"Mindy? Honey, what's the matter?" Robin asked, her voice fuzzy and concerned at the
same time. "Are you all right?"
Mindy opened her eyes and looked up at them. The halter cupping Robin's firm tits
sagged away from the mounds, the string in back hanging loose and untied. Norman's
hand was under one cup, and his palm was filled with mounded, swollen titflesh.
"Ohhhh, Robin – what are you doing..."
Robin smiled. She tipped her head back and shook her auburn hair over her shoulder.
She cupped her hands to her tits, squeezing one and covering Norman's hand with
them.
"Oh, Norman – you shouldn't have undone my halter that way. You should have
waited until Mindy went home, darling. I think we've shocked her."
"I think we've made her hot," Norman said, looking hungrily at the taut clenching of
Mindy's ass-cheeks inside the blue panties. "She looks like she's trying to fuck the
floor."
He grinned and put his hand boldly on Robin's stomach. He slid it down, fingers
outstretched and teasing. His fingertips slipped inside the orange bikini panties and
stroked her twat gently.
"Ohhhh, Norman... don't..." Robin crooned softly.
She didn't mean it. She even tipped her pelvis up so that his middle finger could slide
along her satiny groove and slip up into her wet, silky pussy.
"Oh, God..." she gasped, her eyes closing. She spread her thighs and fucked up around
his finger. There was a line of moisture soaking into the crotch of her panties now, and
it was obvious that Norman's finger was up her cunt.
Mindy stared and gasped again, her eyes bulging with shock and hunger. She slipped
her hand under her hips and couldn't keep her fingers from squeezing the bloated lips
of her quivering pussy.
"Oh, Norman..." Robin gasped huskily. "Oh, that's naughty. Oh, you shouldn't be
doing that. Mmmmmm, stop, Norman – you're getting me steaming hot. Ohhhh..."
She cupped her tit and fondled his prick and moved her hips in small circles as she
fucked her drenched, sucking pussy around his finger.
"What's wrong with that?" Norman grinned shakily, his prick pounding and throbbing
constantly.
"Mindy's here, honey," Robin gasped.
"So what? Maybe she'd like to watch."
He glanced in Mindy's direction again and grinned. His eyes were intensely blue and
moist.
Robin gasped and lifted her head and looked at Mindy. She saw where her hand was
and what she was doing with it.
"Ohhhh, Mindy – I feel so hot!" she cried. "Ohhh, what are you doing with your hand?
Are you doing it, Mindy? Are you? Mmmmmm, Norman's doing it to me, too. God, I
feel so hot and open and... I just don't care if you're watching or not, Mindy. Ohhhh,
are you fucking your pussy with your finger? Are you? Ohhhh, let me see!"
"Robin! God, Robin!" Mindy gasped, yanking her hand away from her heated cunt. But
she couldn't keep from grinding her clit against the soft carpet.
She moaned again. She felt so hot she nearly came. She couldn't take her eyes from
Robin's pussy. She couldn't stop imagining what it would feel like to have her finger
inside the sweet, warm, silky cunt instead of Norman's fingers.
"Ohhhh, don't stop, Mindy," Robin gasped. "Go ahead, honey, it's all right. I want to
do it too. I'll come if you will, Mindy," she cried heatedly. "Don't pay any attention to
Norman. We're all good friends, aren't we?"
"Yeah," Norman gasped, his prick jerking and throbbing in Robin's fingers. "Don't pay
any attention to me, Mindy. I got my hand full right now anyway."
He thrust and pumped with his finger, slopping it around inside Robin's hot cunt. The
sounds it made in the wetness were clearly audible, and so was Robin's groan of lust.
She rocked on her ass, scooting awkwardly on the rug. And then Mindy knew why she
was. Her orange bikini panties began rolling down over them and over the swells of her
curving hips.
Mindy stared and panted. She squeezed her thighs together to pressure her pussylips,
but that wasn't enough. She clamped her hand over her crotch and squeezed her cunt
tightly as she watched Robin's auburn pubes become exposed.
And then she groaned heatedly when she saw the wide wet split of Robin's gap. Her
pussylips were swollen wide apart. The puffy surface glistened with cunt-juice. The lips
sucked around the root of Norman's finger, seeming to suck and pull it deeper into her
hot cunt.
The red meat of her pussy was wet and silky and wonderful to look at. The way Robin's
hips moved and circled under the fucking thrusts of Norman's finger was terribly
exciting.
"Ohhhh, don't just squeeze, Mindy," Robin moaned. "Do it! Slip your panties down
and let me watch you fuck your pussy with your finger!"
"Oh, Robin..." Mindy moaned.
She didn't know what to do. She wished with all her heart that Norman weren't there.
She wanted nothing more than to be able to fuck her finger into Robin's pussy like that
– to have Robin be the one to pop her cherry with her slender, delicate finger – two
fingers, all five!
She wanted to place her cheek against Robin's succulent crotch, to press her lips against
the silky flesh of her inner thighs – and even... even on her pussy!
But Norman was there. Norman – the man.
He watched them closely, heatedly. His face was flushed. "Hey, girls, what about me?"
he cried huskily.
"Turn your head, honey. You're embarrassing her."
"Hell," he said.
"Ohhhh, honey – you're leaking! The tip of your prick's leaking!"
"What do you expect, for God's sake? It's about to do something more than just leak,"
he grinned shakily, still fingering her wet pussy thoroughly.
Mindy's ass-cheeks clenched tightly. She moaned and couldn't keep herself from sliding
her hand back into her panties and fondling her cunt.
Her pussylips were wide apart. She was leaking juice, and she knew that the crotch of
her panties would be stained dark with her cunt-juice.
She probed secretively at the mouth of her virginal cunt with the tip of her finger. She
felt a strange mixture of emotions whirling around inside her head.
She didn't want Norman to touch Robin. And yet she knew it would be devastating to
watch him fuck her. She didn't want to lose her cherry, and yet she was ready to plunge
her finger to its depths in her virginal cunt.
All the while she was watching Robin's pussy getting fingered, she couldn't keep her
eyes from Norman's throbbing, leaking prick. Or from Wellington's shiny scarlet cock.
The dog sat beside Robin still, and his cock jerked and plunged from his sheath
repeatedly, as if he actually knew what was going on and wanted in on it.
"Oh, Norman – I'm... you're..." Robin gasped haltingly. "Honey, I'm getting hot. Your
finger... Jesus, Norman, you're going to make me come! Mindy, come with me!
Mindy..."
She tipped her head back. She panted harshly. Her tits lifted and swelled from her
chest. Her hips bucked up and down. She let Wellington's long tongue lick and lap at
her cheek and didn't seem to mind it when he pawed at her thigh again.
Her hand grasped Norman's prick firmly now. She had worked the white trunks, and
his pubes were dark against the white material. His balls were two compact nuts that
bulged over the edge of the rolled material.
Mindy stared at them. She'd never seen balls before, either – except the black, dangling
kind that Wellington had. Her finger rolled over her pulsing clit, and she moaned
again.
Robin's hand slid up and down Norman's prick now, jacking him off as he fingerfucked 
her cunt and rolled his thumb over her thrusting, pulsing clit.
The halter fell away from her tits, and the firm, tipped mounds jiggled and bobbed with
the motion of her pumping arm. Her lips parted, and gasping puffs of breath came
from between them.
"Ohhhh, baby – your hand!" Norman gasped, lifting his hips up so that his straining
shaft fucked into the circle of her slim fingers, throbbing and leaking from the tip.
Mindy stared and sucked in her breath and wriggled her fingers over her pussy, fucking
against them. Her buttocks churned and clenched. Her emotions tumbled as her
nipples stretched into the cups of her halter and blazed with sensation.
It was as if she didn't know what she was doing any more. She began writhing across
the carpet on her belly, her thighs thrashing and flexing, her flesh throbbing with
sensation.
"Robin..." she gasped hoarsely, reaching out with her free hand. "Robin, let me – God,
let me..."
She couldn't finish. She stared at the fucking finger in the sweet, oiled pinkness of
Robin's cuntmeat and listened to the sucking sounds it made.
She watched the tight, rubbery nipples stretch out from the ends of Robin's tits, and
she couldn't keep from licking her lips.
Somehow, Norman ceased to exist. It was as if she were looking through a tunnel, and
there was only Robin in the room – a heated, moaning, hungry Robin.
Mindy lifted up and darted forward, her mouth opening. Her soft, wet lips sucked hotly
around the end of Robin's tit. Her tongue circled the nipple, and she sucked the
pointed flesh deeply into her mouth with a stifled moan of terrible joy.
"Mindy! Mindy!..." Robin gasped, her eyes open in shock.
Robin didn't pull away. She looked at the pretty face, the closed eyes, the soft lips
pursed so warmly about the end of her tit. She felt the lapping tongue and the sucking
mouth and the silky blonde tresses against her naked skin.
She moaned again and looked at Norman. Norman stared. His prick throbbed fitfully
as he watched Mindy's eager mouth suck Robin's tit.
"Man..." he whispered huskily. "Is that what you two do with each other when I'm not
around?"
"Norman, I swear – I swear..." Robin gasped.
Her face was full of shock. It was clear that she had never let Mindy touch her
intimately before. It was clear that she wasn't quite sure she liked it now.
She leaned against Norman. Her hand squeezed his prick tightly, as if clinging to its
maleness for fear of being swept away by this new sensation another girl was giving her.
They both watched Mindy moan and writhe and cuddle up against Robin's hot body.
They saw her hand jerking and swirling inside her blue panties now, masturbating her
pussy.
Her other hand swept down Robin's body and became tangled with Norman's at her
dark-furred cunt. It pulled his away. His finger slipped from Robin's wet cunthole with
a sucking sound.
She pulled her sucking, warm mouth from
Robin's tit. She looked with hooded eyes into Robin's. She moaned. She felt her head
swim. She looked down at the wet pinkness of Robin's pussy.
And then she fell upon it with terrible hunger, opening her mouth wide, dizzy with
heat and daring and desire. Her lips spread wide and covered Robin's sopping pussy.
"Ohhh, my God! Norman, my God! She's sucking my cunt! Ohhh, Mindy – you're
sucking my cunt..." she gasped heatedly.
Her hips shook. She moaned loudly, and her thighs shot wide apart, half from shock,
half from acceptance of the marvelous sensation.
Mindy's emotions swam and whirled. The headiness of Robin's aroma was dizzying.
The slickness of her juicy cunt against her lips and tongue was unbelievable.
Mindy compressed her lips and felt the bloated fullness of Robin's pussylips leak cunt
juice into her mouth. Her tongue thrust into the oiled silk of her pussy-hole, and
Robin's moaning and quaking spurred her on.
She couldn't stop herself. She'd wanted to do this to Robin for years. She was thrilled
with the way Robin's body bucked and hunched under her face, the way the firm, soft
thighs clamped around her head.
"Ohhhh, Mindy – I didn't know you were – were... ohhhh, you're going to make me
come! Norman, hold me! I feel so strange! Norman, give me your cock! Your cock!"
Robin dipped her head. Her mouth sucked down over Norman's throbbing, straining
prick and drew on it as if sucking on an oversized straw.
"God-God..." he moaned, tipping his head back, fucking his cock toward her throat,
feeling the glans bump against the back of it and swell beyond belief.
Even Wellington became excited. He danced around them, whimpering and yipping
softly as if begging to be let in on the act. He pawed at the up-thrust, blue-pantied
globes of Mindy's shaking ass and fucked his prick into the air.
When that wasn't going to get him anywhere, he dropped his head and sniffed. What
he smelled made his pointed cock thrust in and out of his sheath. He lapped at Mindy's
crotch and inner thighs and dug his muzzle between her legs, his broad tongue wetting
her panties thoroughly.
Mindy barely noticed. She was in heaven with her tongue sunk into the silky softness of
Robin's cunt. What happened behind her or beside her didn't matter right then.
She was sucking Robin's pussy at last, and that was all that mattered.


Chapter 2

"Robin! Baby! Ohhhh, what a sucking! Ah! Baby, I'm gonna come! Right in your
mouth! God, right down your throat! Robin, here it – yaaaagh!"
Norman lifted his hips high. He shoved his pulsing cock deeply into her mouth and felt
it become lodged in her squeezing throat.
His balls pumped wildly in her cupping, squeezing hand. Her lips and tongue stripped
his stiff prick and drew the load of sperm up it.
It sprayed and pulsed from the expanded slit of his cock and blasted into her mouth. It
trickled down her throat and filled her mouth so full that she couldn't swallow fast
enough.
Strings of semen burst from her lips and ran down the root of his prick over his balls
and into her cupping hand. He yelled loudly and froze into position, throbbing and
shuddering as he never had before.
Robin made a squealing sound in the back of her throat. Her head bobbed up and
down along the line of his cockshaft as she sucked and drew on his exploding prick.
It was the first time she'd ever sucked him off before. She'd kissed his prick. She'd
teased at it with her lips and tongue. But she'd never had the courage or daring to
actually suck it all the way.
Mindy had made her do that. If Mindy hadn't begun sucking her pussy, she would have
fucked him instead, taking that big prick and all that wet load into her cunthole instead
of her mouth.
But Mindy had started sucking her pussy. She was still doing it. And it felt good!
She was ashamed of the feelings racing through her. She wasn't a damn Lesbian. She
shouldn't be enjoying it so much. Mindy had perverted her, that's what. Her best
friend! A secret Lesbian all the time, and she hadn't even known!
It all came clear to Robin then. The way Mindy stared at her all the time, watching
every move she made, every thrust and twist of her tits and hips and ass. The way she
never dated. The way she always seemed to resent Norman's being with her.
And that business with Wellington a moment ago... If Mindy's eyes hadn't been on her,
making her feel strange and hot, she would never have played with her dog's prick!
Her best friend! A perverting, horrible influence all along!
"Ohhhh, Mindy, I'm coming!" she cried suddenly, lifting her head and sliding her
mouth from Norman's drooling prick.
Sperm ran down her chin. Her throat swallowed and worked, and her lips were slippery
with cum. Her senses were filled with a heady, pungent flavor, and the realization that
she'd actually sucked Norman's prick to orgasm and had swallowed some of his stuff
jolted through her and made her regret the day she had ever taken Mindy into her
heart for a best friend.
"You perverted little bitch, you're making me come!" Robin cried. "Ohhhh, God!" Her
thighs squeezed around the blonde's head tightly, and she was ashamed of the way her
pussy tensed and sucked and pulsed around the tongue pumping in and out of her
cunt.
"Mindy! Norman! Oh, aaaaaaagh!"
Her pelvis tipped and shuddered. Her cunt spasmed wildly around Mindy's tongue and
lips. Juice flooded from her hole and ran down the trough of Mindy's tongue into her
mouth, and the girl licked it up and swallowed it greedily.
Mindy couldn't stop. She heard the nasty name Robin called her, and she was crushed.
She'd wanted nothing more than to make Robin happy, but she had obviously failed.
She would have loved it if Robin had reached for her quaking ass and pulled it around
to suck her virginal pussy back until they orgasmed together in a blissful 69.
It was what she'd secretly wanted. But she'd ruined everything now. Their good
friendship would be over. And Norman would spread it around school that she was a
man-hating Lesbian.
With the damage already done, she didn't want to quit. She kept sucking at Robin's
drooling cunt while she fingered her pussy and lifted her ass back against the warm,
massaging something that was fondling her crotch.
She was aware of the sensation Wellington's tongue was giving her now, but didn't
know what it was. Her attention was totally on Robin and their relationship – or what
was left of it.
It was strange. Robin didn't push her head away. The thighs didn't squeeze so tightly
she had to back away from the spasming hole of her pussy or be crushed by them.
Robin's pelvis kept tipping and rocking. She kept gasping. She called Mindy names
again, but her thighs were soft and capturing about Mindy's head.
Her round buttocks tightened and released rhythmically and lifted her pussy up even
more, until her cunt was one vast, satin cavern of pulsing flesh.
Mindy moaned and wrapped her lips around the stiff, pulsing nub of Robin's clit and
sucked. She fucked her tongue as far as it would go into the meaty hole of Robin's cunt,
and she heard Robin gasp and cry out again.
"Ohhhh, she won't quit, Norman! She's still doing it! Ohhh, God! I'm going to come
again! Norman, she's a demon! Ahhhhhgh!"
Robin's body spasmed and shuddered, harder than before. Her cunt went wild around
Mindy's piercing tongue, the muscular walls rippling in great orgasmic waves.
Juice gushed from deep inside and flooded from her hole into Mindy's mouth again.
Mindy drank the honey down – the sweet nectar she would never get to taste again.
She drank from Robin's pussy as if from a brimming cup. The sweet, silky flesh
trembled and pulsed under her mouth, and Robin's heels drummed quietly on the soft
carpet.
Mindy burrowed her head deeper into the soft vise of wet thighs and lashed the
straining clit with the tip of her tongue, doing it as if great fervor would change Robin's
attitude and set things right between them again.
Norman watched steadily, his eyes wide. His cock jerked and fell to the side again,
deflated after the fantastic sucking Robin had given it. He watched Mindy suck and
suck at his girl friend's pussy.
He listened to Robin come a second time and then listened to her groan and moan in
near agony as Mindy kept eating her super-sensitive cunt.
"That's enough," he said finally, his voice hoarse. "Hey, that's enough. Damn it, you
little Lez, cut it out! You're killing her!"
He leaned over and grabbed Mindy's head in his hands and pulled it away, making her
neck strain. Her face was covered with wet, shiny pussyjuice. Robin groaned and
bucked with frustrated desire.
"Mindy... ohhhh, Mindy..." Robin croaked, finding the strength to lean on one elbow
and look at her. "God, Mindy – all these years!"
"Don't hate me, Robin!" Mindy cried. "You liked it! You came! You liked it!"
Norman shook Mindy's head angrily, making her blonde hair shiver.
"Little bitch! I ought to snap your damn neck!
You've ruined her! You did a perverted suck job on her and ruined her!"
Mindy's eyes blazed suddenly. "Not the way you ruined her with your dirty prick and
your smelly, rotten sperm! Now you've even made her drink it, you raping bastard!"
Norman's face went red. He looked down at his prick. If it hadn't been flaccid, he
would have fucked the shit out of her right then and shown her what a real rape was.
Instead, he grabbed her tits in his hands. He squeezed them hard. He noticed how big
they were, how they filled his palms. He curled his fingers around the blue halter and
lifted it roughly away, making her cone-shaped tits bob free.
"Don't like a man, huh?" he growled. "Maybe you just don't know what it's all about.
Maybe you just need a good stiff prick in your cunt to cure you from being a Lesbian."
He looked around at Robin, who was staring at the two of them with a strange
expression on her face. She hadn't closed her thighs yet. Her wet, red pussy gleamed
and quivered, her clit was throbbing strongly as if she needed to come again.
"Norman, what are you doing to her?"
"I'm gonna fuck her. Honey, let me fuck her."
"Norman..."
"She needs a good one."
"But-but you don't have a good one, honey," she said, glancing between his legs. "And
anyway, I don't know if... oh, don't fuck her, Norman. You're going steady with me.
That-that wouldn't be right. Norman, I feel jealous."
Mindy felt like laughing. She stared at him defiantly. The raping bastard wasn't going
to stick his filthy prick into her pussy and pop her cherry – not the way they all did it
to Susan.
Norman looked frustrated and determined at the same time. He didn't want to let go of
her tits. He wanted to rip the blue panties from her ass and get a look at her blonde
cunt.
Actually, she was a stunning girl. Her face was pretty, her hair shone, her tits were nice
and big and pointed. Her hips were good, and her ass was the way he liked them –
tight and round and just great to wrap your hands around and squeeze. She would
probably have a tight, juicy little cunt, too.
He thought about all that and about the thrill it would give him to fuck her in front of
Robin, but his prick just wouldn't come up.
He saw Wellington suddenly. The dog had stopped licking Mindy's crotch. The animal
was sitting beside her hip, watching them. He had a hard-on, by God.
Norman stared at the dog's prick. It was huge-thick and pointed and hard as iron. It
was scarlet red and shiny. It was just the prick the little queer deserved.
With a strong arm, he pushed down on the back of Mindy's neck, forcing her to lie face
down on the soft carpet. She screamed and cursed and struggled to get up, pulling her
knees under her body so that her ass was sticking up in the air.
It was just the position Norman wanted her to be in. He reached toward her ass and
snagged her blue bikini bottoms in his fingers and whipped them down over the round,
fresh cheeks.
"No!" Mindy cried with sudden alarm. "You bastard, you're not going to rape me!"
"Norman, what are you doing!" Robin cried.
"Aw, take it easy. I'm not going to fuck her," he said, straddling her back.
He faced her rear. He looked down at the tight, round, firm, beautiful globes of her ass
and felt a stirring within the root of his prick. His balls rested on her spine, and his
bare ass squatted on the ridge of her backbone.
He palmed her ass-cheeks apart and looked down into the deep cleft. He saw her tight,
pinkish ass-hole wink at him. He saw the blonde fuzz of her pussy. He gazed with
mounting hunger at the bloated, parted, drooling cunt lips.
Mindy bucked and struggled under him. Her bare tits dragged over the carpeting and
became terribly erect and sensitive at the ends.
"You bastard! Get off! Let me up! Robin, he's looking at my ass-hole and pussy!
Ohhhh, don't let him look!"
"Norman..."
"Come here and help me, Robin. Help hold her down. God, you should see her pussy!
It's leaking and dripping like a waterfall! It's quivering and sucking in and out like
crazy! Baby, come look – then tell me she isn't begging for a good hard fuck!"
Robin licked her lips. She knew she shouldn't look at Mindy's wet pussy. That would
make her just as bad as Mindy. But an electric thrill shot through her that made her
clamp her hand over her hot twat and jiggle it until she was nearly ready to come again.
She was disappointed with Mindy. She felt betrayed in a certain way, as if the girl
who'd become her best friend had just taken off her mask and revealed that she was an
alien from outer space. But four years of fondness wouldn't let her hate Mindy. She
didn't want to see her hurt.
But she needed punishing.
Robin looked at the way Norman was prying Mindy's ass-cheeks apart. She looked in
the direction he was looking, and she saw Wellington, sitting there panting excitedly,
his dogcock thrusting in and out of his sheath, scarlet and wet.
She sucked in her breath and held it, and she knew she was thinking the same thing
Norman was thinking at that moment.
She let out a moan and crawled to Mindy's side. She looked into Norman's eyes and
moaned again, clamping her hand tightly over her pussy and shaking it.
"Norman..." she gasped.
"Robin, stop him! Make him let me up!" Mindy cried, the ends of her tits burrowing
into the carpet.
Robin looked at Mindy. "You did a dreadful thing, Mindy," she said solemnly. "You
sucked my pussy and made me come. You made me be a pervert, and you're going to
have to be punished for it."
"Robin..." Mindy wailed.
Robin put her arm around Wellington's neck. The dog whimpered and tossed his
muzzle and slurped the side of her face with his broad, wet tongue. He pranced around
for a moment, and his bushy tail swished over the rug.
Robin spread her knees slightly and squatted down over her hand. She parted her
pussylips with her fingers and slipped one of them deep inside.
She moaned and fucked her finger into her cunt and swirled it around and nearly came
again. Norman watched her, and his prick began to jerk and thicken, and he knew it
wouldn't be long before he'd have a rigid cock again.
Robin eased her finger out of her pussy, drawing a strand of cunt-juice with it. She held
her finger erect. She moved it toward Wellington's nose.
The dog caught a whiff of her finger and nearly attacked it, just the way he had before.
His long tongue slurped all around Robin's finger, and he let out a series of whimpers
as he licked it clean. His ears cocked, he looked at his mistress and barked, wanting
more.
"Here, Welly – down here. Here's all the pussyjuice you can lap up with your hungry
tongue."
She guided his head. The animal resisted her, trying to get between her thighs, where
he knew the good flavor came from. But then his sensitive nose zeroed in on Mindy's
spread-legged crotch, and he shoved his muzzle deep between the thighs Norman was
holding open.
"Ahhhhgh!" Mindy cried, lifting her head from the rug and yowling in surprise.
"Robin! Damn you, Robin! I thought you were my friend! Ahhhhgh, he's licking my
pussy! God, a dog's licking it!"
Wellington shifted his body around until he was between Mindy's legs. His flat, long
tongue lashed at her pussy and slurped again and again.
Norman and Robin stared. Norman's fingers made white marks on Mindy's butt-cheeks
as he held them wide apart. They could see her ass-hole quivering and pulsing.
They watched Wellington's long tongue slither against Mindy's blonde-furred slit,
covering the puffy gap completely.
He licked up, and his tongue washed over her throbbing clit. It slithered along her
pink, satiny groove. It pulled and plucked at the mouth of her virginal pussy. It curled
around the tender undercurving of her crotch and flipped against the pink-brown
mouth of her ass-hole.
It lapped at the cunt-juice it had milked from her vaginal hole that Norman was
holding open.
He did it again and again, until her asscrack was drenched and her pussymouth was
blazing and throbbing with sensation. And he made Mindy moan and wail and shiver
with each long, lapping stroke of his voracious tongue.
"Ahhhhhgh! Ohhhh! Robin, tell him to stop!"
Mindy cried. "God, I can't stand it! He's going to make me come, and I don't want him
to make me come! God, tell Norman to quit licking my cunt!"
"Norman!" Robin cried with surprise. "That's not Norman, you little pervert – that's
Welly!"
"Oh! Ohhh! Oh, God! Robin – stop! Why are you doing this to me! Ohhh!"
"I'm paying you back, Mindy."
"It's perverted! God! Ohhhh, getting my pussy licked by a dog! Ohhh, make him stop!"
"No more perverted than what you made me do," Robin said angrily. "Besides, I like
watching him lick your pussy. I want to see you come. You watched us come. Now
we'll watch you come. Go ahead and do it, Mindy – come!"
"No-no... ohhhhh, God!" she moaned.
Mindy gasped sharply. Her ass weaved and shook in Norman's hands. Her ass-hole
throbbed every time the tip of Wellington's tongue flipped over it.
Her pussy was leaking like a geyser. The more it leaked, the more Wellington licked.
The more he licked, the more her vaginal walls squeezed and quivered and oozed out
more pussyjuice.
The tongue against her slit was warm and wet and slippery. She wished it didn't feel so
good, but it did. It was degrading to have it feel so good.
Every time it slithered up her gap and lapped her sodden pubes and covered the mouth
of her quaking hole and the throbbing nub of her clit, she shuddered and nearly came.
She tried as hard as she could not to come. She wished she could buck Norman from
her back. If it were just she and Robin together, it would be fun to let Wellington lick
their pussies. It would be an exciting party with just the two of them.
But Norman was there. And Norman was a male. And he was raping her right now –
with the help of a dog's tongue!
"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, I can't hold it!" she gasped.
She felt her virginal pussy squirm and shake. Hot gusts of breath rasped in and out of
her lungs. She knew she was drooling onto the carpeting, but she couldn't help it.
Her tits burrowed into the soft pile, and her nipples were scraped erotically by it. She
felt her pelvis begin to rock up and down. She felt her ass-cheeks weaving and rolling in
Norman's cupping hands.
She knew they were Norman's hands. But she pretended they were Robin's. She
pretended it was Robin's tongue slurping all over her draining pussy.
She moaned again and knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out any longer. Even
her tender, sensitive, virginal pussy was betraying her.
The puffy lips kept flapping and squeezing together each time the warm, wet tongue
passed over them. It was as if they were trying to capture the animal's tongue in their
silky vise and squeeze it and suck the slithery thing up into her virginal hole.
She must have succeeded. Or maybe Wellington finally caught on that it wasn't the
whole twat that was giving him the flavor he went crazy for. It was the hole. The wet,
silky, pink, bloated-lipped hole of her cunt that poured forth the slippery juice.
He twisted his head to get up under her crotch and made his tongue swirl at the
entrance to her vagina. He rimmed it again and again and then slithered the broad end
into her satin-tissued pussy.
"Ahhhgh, no! He's going to pop me! Robin, don't let Wellington pop my cherry!
Ohhhh, make him stop! Ah! Ah!"
"Cherry!" Norman croaked.
His hand shook suddenly. His cock throbbed to immediate, rigid erection and pulsed.
His balls drew up, and his ass-cheeks clenched and released around the ridge of her
spine.
He looked at Robin and licked his lips, and his eyes were bright. He stared at her
auburn-furred pussy and the way she was patting it and stroking it with her fingers,
keeping herself on the edge of coming so that she could orgasm when Mindy did.
"Cherry..." he croaked again. "Norman!" Robin cried.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming! God, the dog's making me come! Oh! Ahhhhgh!"
Mindy screamed harshly. Her pussy sucked and quivered and clamped down around
the end of Wellington's tongue. The wet, slippery organ pressed and battered at her
cherry, trying to get through to the deep source of all that juice.
But the stuff nearly spurted from her cunt hole when she came, and he didn't have to
search for it any more. All he had to do was lap it up as it came out through the silky,
quaking opening.
He snorted and sniffed in her wet meat, and his tongue bathed her whole crotch and
pulsing ass-hole. Norman was holding her ass-cheeks apart so widely that her anus
looked grotesque. It puckered against the tongue that flapped and slurped over it and
under it and all around it.
Her ass shook in his hands, weaving and bobbing as she came and came. Her pelvis
rocked up and down. She would have bucked and thrashed all over, except for
Norman's weight on her back.
Norman was crouched far over the curve of her ass, staring down at her dog-licked
cuntmeat and blonde fuzz. He couldn't get it out of his head that that sweet pussy was
still cherry, and his prick throbbed and jerked wildly.
"Norman..." Robin said again, a plaintive tone to her voice. She swirled her hand over
her pussy and gasped, right on the edge of coming.
But she wasn't quite able to get over the edge the way she'd planned to – joining
Mindy in orgasm. The look of pure lust and desire on Norman's face had thrown her
off.
"Norman..." she said again, her tone now warning.
"I gotta fuck it," he said hoarsely. "No, you don't."
"I never fucked a cherry. You cheated me. You already had yours fucked. I gotta fuck a
cherry."
"Norman!" Robin's tone of voice was now threatening.
Norman took one hand off Mindy's ass. He grabbed his raging prick with it and jacked
himself, a lust-filled expression on his face.
Mindy groaned and bucked and was able to unseat him finally. But she didn't crawl
away. Her fingers dug into the nap of the carpeting and pulled at it, and she spread her
legs wider and shifted her ass so that it was higher in the air.
"Ohhhh, he's licking and licking! He won't stop! Robin, my cunt's on fire! Ahhhgh, I'm
going to come again! Ohhhh, how did he learn to lick pussy so well? Did you teach
him, Robin? Did you? Ohhhh, I wish Shadow knew how to lick pussy like this! I wish
I'd taught him years ago! Ahhhhgh!"
Erotic sensations ripped through her virginal body again, making it spasm and shudder.
She shook her ass back against the slurping, lapping tongue and opened her
pussymouth to him completely. Now that Norman's weight was off her, she could
shake and twist to her heart's content, and she did.
"Gotta fuck it," Norman groaned again, watching Mindy, her heat making his prick
throb and throb.
"Norman, fuck me instead!" Robin cried, standing on her knees before him.
Her tits jiggled and shook. She reached between her thighs and spread her cunt lips
apart with the tips of her fingers to let him see the swollen, slippery pinkness of her
shuddering pussy.
Her tits jiggled and shook. She reached between her thighs and spread her cunt lips
apart with the tips of her fingers to let him see the swollen, slippery pinkness of her
shuddering pussy.
He glanced down. He jacked his prick again. Robin's pussy was old stuff by now. He
wanted some new meat. He wanted cherry cunt. And a cherry cunt was shuddering and
quivering right there before his glistening eyes.
"Virgin..." he rasped thickly.
He reached toward Robin. She moaned and was ready to fall against him and sink her
heaving pussy down over his raging, stiff prick. His hand touched her hip. It pushed
sideways, urging her out of his way.
"Ohhhh, Norman – no..." Robin wailed.
"Gotta fuck it," he rasped again.
Robin looked at the fixed expression in his eyes. She knew there would be no stopping
him. He was strong. He was stubborn. Mindy would get her cherry fucked out of her
pussy by him if something didn't happen.
She stood in his way as much as she could. Mindy stayed on her elbows and knees with
her ass up in the air, her thighs spread, her pussy open to Wellington's slurping tongue.
Wellington's red, pointed prick jutted and jerked from his sheath. His balls swung
under his crotch. The dog pawed at Mindy's ass now and again as if realizing there
should be more in this for him than a lot of slippery juice to lick up.
"Welly..." Robin choked, reaching out for the long-haired Irish. "Welly, honey – up!
Up, Welly!"
Her voice was on the verge of being shrill. She tugged at his neck and chest, urging him
to mount Mindy's ass. Her hand slid under his belly to his sheath.
The hot, slippery prick jumped and burned in her hand. She tugged at it and urged his
front paws up, and Wellington yipped and growled softly at the same time, making a
strange sound.
"Hey!" Norman cried. "Hey, what the hell are you going to do?"
Robin kicked out at him, nearly hitting his balls when he tried to grab her and stop her.
"Crazy cunt! You nearly got me!" he yelled, getting angry. The moment he did, his
prick started deflating. He looked down at it and jacked it feverishly, trying to hold his
temper in check.
It was just enough time for Robin to get Wellington mounted on Mindy's ass.
"Robin!" Mindy cried out. "What are you doing! Ohhhh, no – don't! Just licking – just
licking!"
Robin had her hands full. She gasped with the effort of shoving Wellington ahead and
holding Mindy down at the same time. And she was ready to kick out at Norman
again.
But the pointed, scarlet dogcock was getting closer to the puffy-lipped, slippery
cunthole. Robin watched it. She felt strange churnings deep in her belly.
"Ahhhhgh – Robin!" Mindy cried suddenly, her head jerking up, her voice a bleat of
stunned outrage.


Chapter 3

Sensations and images bubbled through Mindy's mind. She felt the hairy belly and
chest against her buttocks. The deep-red fur was warm and soft and pleasant.
She felt the forepaws grip the small of her waist and tug. They were amazingly hand
like, astonishingly human in their ability to grab and hold onto her.
She could sense the way the dog's hindfeet danced between her spread legs as he crept
higher and higher over her up-thrust ass and pumped his hips in the air.
Then the pointed, bone-like tip of his hot, slick cock touched the skin in the deep cleft
of her ass and shocked her.
His prick was burning hot. She knew it was his prick. She knew Robin was holding her
down and urging him on so that he would fuck her. Raped by a dog!
By her best friend's hot-pricked dog! "Ahhhhgh – Robin!" she cried again. "No! No-oo!"
"Hurry, Welly! Stick it in, baby – stick it in and fuck her!"
"Crazy cunt!" Norman bellowed. His eyes widened. It was as if he'd just awakened to
what she was trying to do. He lunged for Robin and for the dog.
But he was too late.
"Yaaaah! OWWWW! God! God!"
Mindy's eyes were wide open. She felt the hot, pointed tip of Wellington's prick at the
mouth of her pussy.
His jerking hips made it prod into the softness of her puffy cunt lips. It slid through the
slippery juice coating her labia, and the funneling shape of her soft, slick cunt lips
guided the spearing lance of his dogcock right into her cuntmouth.
Another jerk of his hips, and Mindy felt the stiff, hard length of the dog's prick shoot
right up her trembling pussy. It tore through her cherry.
It widened her pussy more and more as the shaft fucked into her virginal cunt. It
stretched her cunt painfully. Then it tore on through.
Pain blazed through her cunt and exploded into the rest of her body, sending a shock
wave into her mind that set off stars. Her tits seemed to bulge from her chest, ready to
explode. Her nipples became rock-hard and long and pierced the high nap of the rug.
Her cuntwalls stretched wide for the foreign object sliding deeply into her body. She felt
charge after charge of slippery juice pour from her silky tissues and bathe the hard cock
pointed like an arrow toward her heart.
She gasped and gasped. She wanted to scream, but no sound would come out. She felt
Robin's hand on the tops of her thighs and covering her mound.
It pressed backward. She knew Robin's other hand was placed firmly over Wellington's
ass and was pressing forward, helping to push his hard, big cock into her cunt.
A thought shot through her mind. Robin had raped her!
It wasn't Robin's prick in her. It was her dog's prick. But Wellington was only the
instrument of the rape. Robin had done it. She'd caused it.
The thought didn't fit right. Men raped, not girls. If Susan could still speak, she would
tell how men raped – and raped.
Explain this to me, Susan!
"Ohhhhh, he's fucking you! Mindy, he's fucking you!" Robin cried.
She gasped and put her face close to Mindy's hip, staring up and into the crack between
her legs.
She could see the scarlet root of Wellington's cock jerking and thrusting into the puffy
lipped cunthole. She could see the flood of syrupy juice spurting and drooling from the
pink meat.
The juice turned a pinkish color, and Robin knew what it was – it was the sap from
Mindy's cherry!
She had been a virgin!
Robin hadn't really believed that Mindy was a virgin. She knew there was an episode in
Mindy's life that she didn't want to talk about something that had happened before
she'd moved into town.
Robin had thought of all kinds of things that might have happened to her that would
make her so secretive. She'd settled on the thought that somebody must have fucked
her when she was a little girl.
But the pinkness dribbling from her blonde-furred pussy under the thrust and pump of
Wellington's prick proved her wrong, because Robin remembered how she'd bled when
she'd let Jim Barnet dick her that night of the hayride.
But, virgin or not, that hadn't really mattered to Robin. All she'd wanted to do was stuff
that sweet pussy with something so that Norman wouldn't fuck her. Robin didn't think
she could stand to watch Norman fuck the girl who had been her best friend.
Especially, if she were a virgin.
"My God – he's doing it..." Norman gasped.
His mouth hung open. He stared in disbelief. He watched the pelt of rusty hair cover
Mindy's tight, round ass and pump back and forth. He could see the root of
Wellington's thick cock sliding in and out of Mindy's cunt.
And he could see the blood-red juice dripping out, which told him he wasn't going to
get to shove his prick into a virgin pussy after all.
"Norman – Norman, fuck me!" Robin gasped, shoving her ass back toward him as she
bent over and looked up at Mindy's plugged pussy. "God – fuck me, Norman! Hurry!
I'm ready to come! Fuck me!"
Norman licked his lips. His prick was back to rigid erection. He glanced down at the
drooling pink crack between Robin's ass-cheeks, and it didn't matter just then that her
pussy was old stuff.
He grabbed his cock and nearly ran on his knees toward her. He came up behind her
and held her hips and rammed his hot prick forward, spearing her wet, trembling
pussy, sinking into her pussy all the way.
"Ahhh, fuck, fuck!" Robin cried.
"God, he won't stop, Robin! Make him stop! Ohhh, his prick's so big! It's stretching
my pussy! It won't come out! He's stuck, Robin! He's stuck in my cunt! Ohhh, I'm
going to come!"
Mindy's head lifted and dropped. Words tumbled from her slack-lipped mouth. She
screamed again and again, and her tits wobbled and shook.
She thought her cunt was going to catch on fire. It burned and burned. It pulsed and
shuddered around the stiff dogcock in it, and the feel of a big knot that was forming
along the dog's shaft frightened her.
The prick had been sliding in her slippery cunt. Now it wasn't sliding at all. It felt
stuck. It swelled and swelled in her body, stretching her tight, virginal cuntwalls until
they shuddered around the huge girth of the dog's prick.
Her pussylips sucked and slobbered around the root of Wellington's thick shaft. She
could feel the bristly fuzz of his sheath poking the sensitive flesh of her pussylips.
It was like a pad of little needles stinging her flesh. It was irritating at first. But the
sensation was changing. It was becoming stimulating and exciting.
In fact, all the sensations shooting through her were changing. The pain that had been
sharp and piercing was now a dull throb, and even the throb was becoming a grand
tingling that rippled all through her body.
"Ohhhh, Mindy, you should see it!" Robin cried, her breath rasping in and out of her
lungs.
She was on her elbows and knees, the same as Mindy. Norman's big prick fucked in
and out of her wet cunt. His hands gripped her hips and ran over the round, tight
swells of her ass-cheeks.
His balls swung under her crotch and bumped against her inner thighs. His prick
reamed in and out of her moist pussy. In a moment, he groaned and leaned over her
back and cupped her dangling tits in his hands. He was on the verge of coming.
His cheek lay along the back of her neck. He could see the same thing she was looking
at, and his prick throbbed and swelled inside her quivering cunt.
"Fucked by a dog," he groaned. "Cherry popped by a goddamn dog! Is that how you
lost yours, baby? Huh? Did he fuck it out of you too?"
"No-o-o," Robin moaned quaveringly, the sound little more than a groan of lust.
"All that shit about Jim and the hayride was just bullshit, wasn't it? I saw you grab that
mutt's pecker and squeeze it. You taught him how to fuck. Well, how do you like a
man's prick for a change, huh?"
He groaned and shoved his cock all the way to the back of her quivering pussy. He
shuddered and gasped with surprise and then grunted harshly as his prick exploded
suddenly in her cunt.
Sperm hosed and blew from the wide, swollen tip and flooded her pussy. His upper
thighs mashed flat against her round buttocks, and his fingers squeezed tightly around
her firm tits.
"Ahhhhgh!" he groaned.
"Ohhhh, Norman! I'm coming too! God, honey, I love your big prick! Ohhh, it fills my
cunt! Ahhhh, I'm coming! Hold me! Squeeze my tits and hold me, I'm ready to fly!"
Robin shook her head. She tried not to close her eyes. She wanted to keep watching
Mindy's cunt getting fucked by Wellington's big red prick.
But the way she'd held herself on the verge of orgasm for so long made her explode
with a tremendous bang that made her scream savagely.
"Yagh!" she barked harshly. "Ahhhgh!"
Her body tossed and bucked. She nearly doubled up with the force of the spasms
ripping through her. She reached out wildly with one hand, wanting to hold the furry
sheath under Wellington's belly in her hand, as if that would keep her from losing sight
of it.
She caught it. She squeezed. The rod inside was hard. She heard Wellington's low
growl and then felt the solid shaft of cock inside the sheath begin pumping and jerking
and spasming.
"Yaaaah!" Mindy yelled with shock. "Ahhhgh, so big! Stretching up my pussy! All the
way! Ah! Ohhh, he's at the bottom of my cunt! God! Spraying! Sperm! Ohhhh, I can't
stop myself, Robin! I'm coming! Fucked! Fucked – I'm coming!"
Mindy's body trembled violently. This was completely different from the orgasms she
had at night when she was dreaming. Different from the ones she had when she played
with her pussy and rolled her throbbing clit and masturbated to climax.
Having a cock stuffed into her pussy was just a whole new thing to her. She could feel
the swelling of the dog's prick, the rush of hot sperm from the end, the way her pussy
pulsed wildly and got slippery and juicy.
Even the weight against her ass was thrilling, as was the way the animal gripped her
hips tightly and pulled her body back around his thrusting, spurting cock.
She simply couldn't stop herself from coming again. She yelled loudly, right after Robin
did, and felt her body spasm and shudder violently.
Her ass shook under Wellington's belly, and her pussy sucked and pulsed around his
dogprick, drawing more sperm through it into her hot cunt.
Wellington pressed his belly tightly against her ass and shuddered, making his prick
spit out the last of his sperm. He lapped and licked at his chops as he came, and saliva
drooled onto her back.
When he was finished, he began backing out of her pussy, trying to put his front paws
on the floor at the same time.
His prick stuck. He pulled and jerked. He growled and whimpered and jerked again.
Mindy thought her pussy was going to be turned inside out.
"Ah! Ah, he's stuck! Ohhh, God!"
Her cheek rubbed against the carpeting, and the tips of her tits rubbed against the nap
as she scooted backward and tried to keep Wellington from tearing her tender pussy.
His prick popped free, finally, and her puffy, bruised cunt lips fluttered and flapped
around the sudden emptiness. She groaned and rolled onto her side, facing Norman
and Robin.
Robin had collapsed onto her belly, stretched full length, with Norman still stop her
back. They rolled and groaned together and were both looking at Mindy's drenched,
draining pussy.
"Ohhh, Mindy – you were a virgin!" Robin moaned, her face only inches from Mindy's
tit. She reached out with her hand and cupped her friend's body fondly.
Mindy looked at her. She thrashed her legs, alternately opening and closing them,
trying to do something to ease the fiery sensation that was bathing her pussy, now that
Wellington's prick was no longer in it.
"I told you, Robin. I told you!" she moaned. "But you fucked it out of me. Ohhhh, why
did you fuck it out of me?"
"Because Norman was going to, honey," Robin said. She stretched her neck forward
and pursed her lips. Her lips surrounded Mindy's nipple, giving it a soft, warm kiss.
"Oh, Robin," Mindy whispered, sucking in her breath, feeling her nipple swell
immediately.
She looked at her friend's face. She watched the soft lips pucker about her nipple and
felt the tip of Robin's sweet tongue against it.
It was the way it should be again. The anger was gone. The sudden blaze of outrage
and hatred for having sucked her off was all gone, and the close, warm friendship was
back.
Mindy's heart swelled. She felt no hatred either. It was strange. She should have been
the one to feel outraged. She'd just been cherried and fucked and sucked by a dog.
But now the act' of punishment had become a favor to her, to save her from being
cherried by a man, and Mindy felt gratitude swell inside her. She reached for Robin and
cupped her auburn-silked head, arching her spine so that her pointed tit was shoved
deeply into Robin's mouth.
It was what she'd dreamed about for years – Robin sucking her tit. The warmth and
fondness becoming joy.
"Ohhhh, Robin – your pussy! Let me suck your pussy again! I want to make love to
your sweet pussy one more time!"
Norman lifted up on his arms, licking his lips, still staring at the blonde cunt between
Mindy's thighs. His prick throbbed and was still erect and stiff.
He slipped it out of Robin's pussy, drawing a string of sperm with it. He sat back and
held his cock and watched the girls, determination still seizing him.
He'd fuck Mindy yet, by God.
Wellington lay on his side with his leg up in the air. The dog's broad tongue licked at
the stiff spike of his prick, and he ignored them all for the moment.
Robin moaned and scooted along the floor, now that Norman was off her back. She
sucked and drew at the soft titflesh between her lips, her tongue flipping over the
rubbery nipple again and again.
Her pussy sucked and quivered at the memory of Mindy's sucking lips and darting
tongue.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, talking around the swollen cone between her lips. "Yes,
honey – yes! I want you to suck my pussy now! Ohhh, I don't care any more. It isn't
degrading and shameful any more. It's wonderful! God, Mindy, if you can stand to be
fucked by a dog and not be mad at me, then I can stand to have you suck my pussy."
Robin drew her knees under her body, doubled over until the last moment so that she
wouldn't have to give up the firm sweetness of Mindy's tit.
Then she stood on her knees and gasped and cupped her own tits in her hands,
squeezing them, looking down at Mindy's body.
"Ohhh, it's shaking and quivering all up inside, Mindy," she groaned, unable to keep
from clamping one hand over her sensitive clit and shaking it.
She gasped again and lifted one leg over Mindy's body. Mindy rolled fully onto her
back, and her hips squirmed as she gazed up into the auburn-furred slit above her face.
She could see the pink slit through the fur. She could see the puffy cunt lips swell and
move wider apart, exposing the pinkness of wet meat between them.
Mindy reached out and slid her palms up the trim lengths of Robin's thighs, curving
them over the swells of her hips and firm ass-cheeks. She roved and fondled, and her
whole body lifted with a great sigh of happiness.
How long she'd wanted to run her hands over Robin's sweet, sultry, sexy body! How
much she'd wanted Robin to come into her arms and press the lovely length of herself
against her and beg to be loved!
"Ohhh, Robin..." Mindy cried passionately. She pulled gently at the swells of Robin's
firm ass.
Mindy stared straight up. She licked her lips. She saw the sweet, juicy petals of Robin's
cunt right above her face. She watched it come lower and spread wider as Robin settled
down.
Then Robin's soft buttocks were on her neck and chest, her thighs around her cheeks,
the wet fur of her pussy brushing at her lips and nose and chin.
Mindy gave a final moan and closed her eyes and stabbed far out with her tongue.
"Ahhh!" Robin cried softly.
Norman watched them. He gazed at the blonde triangle between Mindy's thrashing,
heaving thighs. He jacked his prick to solid stiffness and licked his lips.


Chapter 4

Mindy closed her eyes and smiled against Robin's sweet pussy. She thrust her tongue as
far into the silky haven as she could get it.
Her hands kneaded and stroked Robin's firm, round buttocks. Mindy stroked the firm
thighs and felt all around the damp, soft crotch against her mouth.
Her lips sucked and pursed, and her tongue washed all over Robin's wonderful slit.
There was a funny flavor to it this time. She didn't understand why.
And then a dollop of Norman's sperm drained from the depths of Robin's cunt and slid
along her tongue to the back of her throat, and she had a sudden, horrifying awareness
of why Robin's pussy tasted different this time.
Her mind spun for a moment. She'd swallowed sperm! Its flavor filled her senses. It
gave her the feeling of having been violated by Norman's maleness.
But then the sweet honey of Robin's pussy drowned out the pungent flavor, and the
urge to gag and rebel passed quickly.
Mindy twisted and moaned and writhed happily under Robin's crotch, and her hips
lifted and fell. She wished the dog would come lick her pussy again – lap and lap at it
until she came gloriously hard.
Then, as if the wonderful dog had read her mind, he was there. His long tongue licked
all over her twat, plucking at her puffed pussylips, running pointedly up her satiny
groove.
Mindy moaned heatedly and couldn't help lifting her hips up against the licking
tongue. Her cunt lips fluttered, and her pussy squirmed.
Mindy got hotter and hotter as the tongue licked at her slit and then drilled inside her
vaginal hole. Lips clamped around the trembling nub of her clit and sucked, and her
thighs shot wide apart, knees up and bent, her pussy as wide open as possible.
Then a new realization swept through her and made her breath stick in her lungs.
Wellington couldn't suck her clit! He could only lick it!
Norman...!
"Nnnnngh!" she groaned, her words of protest completely muffled by the way Robin
was pushing her wet, smothering pussy down over her mouth.
There was no doubt of it now! Norman's hands were running up and down her inner
thighs, feeling them, testing their smooth firmness. His fingers were plucking and
teasing at her puffed pussylips, stretching them wide apart.
His tongue-tip stabbed into her cunthole again and twirled around, licking away her
flowing pussyjuice, and she knew now why the tongue seemed so much shorter and
more pointed than the dog's.
"Nnnngh!" she cried again, pushing and pulling at Robin's ass and hips.
"Ohhhh, Mindy – suck, suck!" Robin cried, letting out a long groan. "Yes, that's the
way! Ohhh, you're getting me ready again, Mindy. I can feel it coming closer and
closer. Ohhhh, it's exciting to you, too, isn't it? Ah! Ohhh!"
Robin reached down and held the back of Mindy's head, liftiiig it slightly from 
the floor and pressing her smothered lips against her own cunt.
She rocked and rolled her buttocks over Mindy's chest and neck, and her thighs
squeezed warmly and softly about her ears, shutting off all sound.
Then it was more than hands against Mindy's pussy. She felt something velvety soft
nosing between her slippery cunt petals. Soft and hard at the same time.
His prick! Norman was going to fuck her!
"Nnnnngh!" she gurgled, as loudly as she could.
She thrashed and pitched under Robin's weight, but Robin wouldn't let go. Robin
didn't know what was happening. Mindy was sure of that. She didn't know anything at
the moment. Her pussy was pulsing and sucking and throbbing threateningly, and juice
was pouring from her sweet hole, filling Mindy's mouth, making her swallow and
swallow to keep from drowning in it.
Mindy tried to close her thighs and twist her hips away from the cock bearing into her
pussy, but she couldn't get anywhere with it. Norman kept her thighs spread wide
apart.
Mindy felt her cunt stretching open. The muscles in her pussy creaked and gave, her
silken tissues clutching around the wide mushroom head of his glans.
His cock wasn't anything like the dog's had been. It was fat and spade-shaped, not
pointed and lancing. It was velvety at the tip, not hard and slick.
It ran into her body. She felt the wide head pop past the tight ring of muscles at her
cuntmouth and slide deeper into her tunnel. The shaft was thick and hard. Big! It
stretched her pussy-hole wide and started the burning sensation going again.
"Nnn! Nnn!" she groaned.
"Ohhhh, Mindy – I'm going to come!" Robin squeaked, pressing down against Mindy's
mouth.
Robin's pussymouth fluttered and spasmed. Juice flooded from the meaty hole, running
over Mindy's lips and off the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks.
Robin's tight buttocks clenched and released, and her firm thighs squeezed against the
sides of her head.
Mindy didn't know what to do. She wanted Robin to come. She wanted to make her
pussy explode with an ecstasy she'd never forget. She wanted to fill Robin with more
desire for her sucking mouth than for Norman's fat, dirty, sperm-shooting cock. If she
stopped now, she could ruin all that. If she bit Robin's pussy and made her jump off,
she might never get Robin back on again.
Besides, it was too late anyway.
Norman's cock was fucking slowly up her cunt. His wide, thick cock was stretching her
pussy apart, inching into it, reaching for the very depths of her being.
She was horrified by the way her cuntwalls fluttered and spasmed around the thick
shaft, as if they were begging it to hurry and go all the way in.
Susan... is this how it was, Susan...?
"Ah! Ahhh, I'm going to come, Mindy," Robin cried. "Your mouth – your lovely
mouth! Ohhh, I love it! God, what a beautiful cunt-sucker you are! Ohhh, I can't stop!
I don't want to stop! If this is perversion, then I love it! Mindy! Mindy!"
Robin sucked in her breath with a gasp. Her tits flared. Her spine arched and bowed
tightly as if she were ready to loose the orgasm from her body like a great arrow.
Her ass-cheeks quivered tightly in Mindy's hands, and then her whole being seemed to
spring and shudder as if ready to fly apart.
"Yaaagh!" Robin cried, her throat open, the sound filling the house with a great bellow.
Mindy's lips sucked and drew. Robin's honeyed pussy poured forth its slippery, sweet
juice. Robin's cunt pulsed and spasmed violently, as if she were trying to devour
Mindy's face with her hungry cunt.
Robin fell forward onto her hands. Her ass bounced up and down over Mindy's neck
and upper chest. Her tits throbbed, pointed and swollen.
Robin shook her head back and forth as if stunned, and her auburn hair dangled nearly
to the floor in a reddish cascade of silk. Her body throbbed violently, and Mindy
wanted to cry.
It was a strange feeling for Mindy. She was brimming with happiness that she'd made
Robin come so hard. Yet she was torn with disgust and horror by the feel of the solid,
filling cock in her pussy at the same time.
She grunted. Norman had hit bottom. His prick was all the way into her pussy now, all
the way up her cunt. She was being completely and thoroughly fucked by a male, and
it... it felt good!
God, she didn't want it to feel good! It was murderous to be fucked! They'd killed
Susan by fucking her! Men were horrible, hateful, stupid, selfish!
Robin's body twisted under a final spasm of climax, and her smothering, convulsing
pussy left Mindy's lips.
Mindy sucked in a great draught of air and let it out in a loud wail of terror and
anguish.
"Robin – he's fucking me!"
Robin rolled on the floor, her body doubled up, her hand clamped over her pussy. She
looked at
Norman, and her eyes went wide.
"Ohhh, Norman – you're doing it!" she moaned. "You're fucking Mindy! I didn't want
you to fuck Mindy. Ohhhh, don't fuck her!"
Norman grinned and stretched out full length on top of Mindy's body. His weight was
crushing. His chest flattened her pointed tits. His hands slid under her tight ass-cheeks
and pulled upward, pushing her pussy all around the trembling, rigid shaft of his filling
prick.
"Tight!" he croaked. "God, she's tight! A virgin! Robin, I'm fucking a virgin at last!"
"Get off her, you bastard!" Robin cried.
"Oh, hell – oh, hell," Norman gasped.
He didn't get off at all. He pumped his hips up and down, making his shaft slide in and
out of Mindy's tight, clinging cunt.
Mindy's pussy was filled with sensation. Wellington's prick had been nothing like this!
The shaft was solid and strong. It was huge inside her pussy. It battered and jammed
and thumped against the back of her cunt. His balls slapped at her ass-hole as he
pounded against her hips.
Her thighs were spread wide open, cradling his pounding hips. Her pussy mouth
sucked and pulsed around the very root of his prick. She could feel his springy pubes
crush against her yellow curls.
She could hear the suck-slop sounds his driving cock made in her pussy. She felt the
way her satiny cuntmeat clung to his shaft on the out-stroke, as if sucking after it
greedily, then sinking into her tunnel as he shoved into her, enfolding his staff in an
envelope of oiled silk.
"Yaaah!" she cried. "He's fucking me! Don't let him fuck me! Ohhhh, Robin – help! I
don't want a cock in me! He's killing me! He's trying to kill me with his cock, I know
it!"
Robin sprang to her knees. She beat at Norman's hunching back with her fists.
"Get off, you bastard! Quit fucking her! Oh, you shit! Stop it, stop it!"
"Ohhhh, too late – too late..." Norman gasped.
His eyes glazed over. His hips churned. His prick stretched another inch into Mindy's
pussy and trembled violently. His pubic bone jammed against her clit and massaged it
and made her gasp with sensations she didn't want to feel.
"Oh! Ohhh, Robin! His prick! He's going to come! Ohhhh, don't let him come in me!
God! God, I'm going to come too! Robin, I don't mean it! I don't want to come! I want
your mouth, your fingers, your pussy! Ohhhh!"
Robin stared down at them. She looked at Mindy's pleading face. But her eyes were
closed, and she didn't seem to be pleading quite hard enough.
She watched Norman's ass heave up and down, and she knew he was right on the verge
of coming.
She snapped her fingers. The bastard was going to pay.
Wellington looked up. The dog was panting. His cock speared from his sheath. He
looked at his mistress when she snapped her fingers, and he got to his feet quickly. He
was ready to do anything she told him to.
Robin snapped her fingers again and pointed at Norman's heaving ass, and Wellington
was over it in an instant, his wet, pointed prick spearing toward the deep cleft between
Norman's clenching cheeks.
The dog didn't wait for a command. He bent his legs and dipped down, his hips
plunging back and forth with short, stabbing strokes. He growled softly and drooled
hot saliva onto Norman's back.
When his fur covered Norman's ass, Norman's head jerked up.
"What the...?"
Wellington's pointed, slippery prick stabbed right into his puckered ass-hole. The
cocktip shot up his ass.
"Yaaaagh!" Norman screamed. "Right up my ass! Get him off! Damn it, Robin, get that
dog off! He's fucking my ass!"
"And you're fucking Mindy!" Robin cried. "You deserve it!"
Robin reached forward and pushed down on Wellington's haunches with both hands,
sending his prick to its full length up Norman's ass. Norman bellowed again and tried
to twist off, but now Mindy was holding him down too.
"I've got him, Robin! Ohhh, that makes his prick stretch all the way to the back of my
pussy, but I don't care! I don't care! He's getting what he deserves!"
"Oh, shit! Jesus! God!" Norman moaned, rubbing his chest back and forth over
Mindy's hard-nippled tits, snared by her surprisingly strong arms and Robin's weight
and the threatening growls of the dog above him.
His mind rocked. His body pulsed heatedly. He'd wanted a kinky thrill from fucking
Mindy in front of Robin. He was sure as hell getting it. And, as much as he hated to
admit it to himself, that dog's cock up his ass, plunging and fucking away hotly, felt
kind of exciting.
He was damned if he was going to let on that it was, though. Even when his balls drew
up under his crotch and began to pulse threateningly, he kept swearing and growling.
His prick stretched and danced inside the exciting, tight pocket of wet meat that was
Mindy's cunt. And then it stopped dancing and got as rigid as a bar of iron.
"Ahhhgh, I'm coming!" he bellowed.
"Oh! Ohhh!" Mindy cried, feeling her pussy suck and pulse and flow juicily around his
thick, hard shaft.
Wellington growled, and his long, flat tongue came out and licked at his chops wetly,
over and over.
The dog's ass shivered under Robin's hands. His hips lunged downward. His bony cock
trembled and spat, and he shot a white, hot stream up Norman's ass.
Norman couldn't hold it then. His prick exploded into Mindy's tight, sucking pussy.
Sperm flooded from the tip of his big prick, blasting into the virginal tunnel of Mindy's
cunt, bathing the tissues there with their first load of sperm.
"Ahhhhgh!" Mindy cried.
She felt it. Every pulse, every shudder, every spurting jet. The stuff flooded into her
cunt. It bathed her pussy. It filled her cavity and jetted out backwards, streaming down
her pussylips and gathering at the base of her twat. It overflowed and dribbled into the
crack of her ass and seeped onto the rug.
Her pussy was disgusting. It sucked and pulsed after every slippery drop of sperm, as if
trying to drink it all up before it ran out of her shuddering body. As if trying to quench
a lifelong thirst in some masochistic, suicidal fashion.
Her arms squeezed even tighter around Norman's broad, hard, male back.
They were there to hold him down so that the dog could fuck his ass. But now they
were holding him for a different reason, and she felt betrayed by them.
Even her tits betrayed her. They were mashed. They should be full of pain and outrage.
But her nipples burned sensitively against the hardness of his chest and the scratchy
mat of hair there.
Even her thighs were squeezing around his hips, as if they didn't want to let him go.
Her whole body was one vast betrayal of her innermost feelings and fears.
Oh, Susan. This isn't the way it's supposed to be – is it?


Chapter 5

The rain had stopped, but the grayness hung over the sky in an oppressive way. When
she walked into the kitchen, Mindy's mother looked at her as she washed the dishes.
Helen looked at her suspiciously, but she looked at everything as if it were suspect and
ominous. Her blue eyes were sharp and quick and slightly pinched from the way she
squinted.
"What's the matter, Mindy?" she asked.
Mindy forced a smile to her lips. She tossed her blonde hair back and looked directly at
her mother.
"Hi, Mom," she said.
"What's the matter, Mindy," Helen repeated, never one to be put off by evasiveness.
She shut off the water rushing out of the faucet and wiped her hands and put them on
her flaring hips. She arched a kink out of her spine and made her pointed tits thrust
forward under the thin blouse.
"Nothing, Mom," Mindy answered finally. "We got rained out over at Robin's. That's
all."
Helen continued to look at her daughter. Her eyes swept over Mindy's pointed tits.
They thrust from the blue halter with unusual firmness. Even the nipples looked harder
than they should, for a girl who'd simply been over at her friend's house to swim.
"You sure nothing's wrong, Mindy?" she asked again.
"Mother..." Mindy moaned. "You look strange. Your face is flushed. And what's that
scratch on your thigh?"
Mindy glanced down. On her inner thigh, just beneath the puffy lips of her cunt, was a
red mark of three parallel lines, short but evident.
She touched them. They burned slightly. She thought quickly. "Oh, I guess Wellington
did that. We were playing catch with him inside, waiting for the rain to stop."
Helen looked at her daughter suspiciously again. She looked at the firm, satiny skin of
her daughter's thigh. She sucked in her breath slightly. "You were playing what with
him?" Mother! We were rolling a ball along the floor, and he was chasing it back and
forth. Honestly! What else would there be?"
Helen turned away quickly and squeezed her thighs together, leaning up against the
edge of the counter which pressed sensuously into her abdomen.
She knew what else there could be – what other games you played with a dog. She
gazed through the window and hoped Ken wouldn't come home and want to fuck
tonight. She had a nearly identical parallel group of scratches on her right buttock. If he
saw them, he would ask. And she hadn't quite figured out what to tell him yet.
"Nothing else, honey, I guess," she said finally. She turned around again and wiped her
hands on her hips once more. She drew in a deep breath. "Dinner will be a little late
tonight," she said. "I was – I got involved in something and got it started late."
"That's all right, Mom," Mindy said. "I don't feel too hungry anyway." She started to
leave the kitchen, but her mother's voice stopped her.
"Why not? You, not hungry? Mindy, tell me – what's the matter? I know something
is."
Mindy paused. She wanted to tell her mother – tell her everything. I got fucked, Mom.
First by a dog and then by a man – and that was after I'd eaten out Robin's wet pussy.
"Nothing's wrong, Mother," she said, her voice sounding irritable.
"Have you been thinking about Susan again?"
Mindy jerked her head around. "Why do you always ask me that? Every time I'm not
running around blowing a horn, you ask if I've been thinking about Susan!"
"Well, I know what she meant to you, is all. I know what a shock it was. I know how it
must have affected you. Was Norman over at Robin's house? Is that what's bothering
you?"
"What's the matter with Norman?"
"He's a man," Helen said flatly. "And you know what men are like, don't you?"
Mindy's mouth fell open. She stared at her mother. It was as if she were looking at her
for the first time – really seeing her as she truly was.
Oh, she was a beautiful woman. She had to be to give forth such a pretty child. Her tits
were long and pointed and full and firm. Her ass was tight and swollen and rounded,
and her hips flared under a pinched waist.
Her face was still tight and young. She didn't look thirty-five at all. She looked more
like Mindy's big sister. But she seemed infinitely older than that, somehow.
It was the hardness, the suspiciousness in her. It was as if she'd been aged inside by
some kind of internal poisoning.
And now, for the first time, Mindy had an inkling of the brand of poison in her
mother.
It all started coming together. The cool relationship she had with her father, the
constant references and reminders of the terrible shock of Susan. The frequent
questioning whenever Mindy came home moody and her mother couldn't understand
it.
"No, Mother," she said finally. "Tell me one more time what men are like. I haven't
heard it enough yet. It hasn't sunk in quite yet, Mother."
Helen's head reared back with the unexpected backtalk. Her eyes bristled a moment,
and then she smiled nervously.
"Why, Mindy!" she said in a shocked tone.
"And tell me about Daddy while you're at it. He's a man, Mother. What's he like?"
"That's enough, Mindy! You must be sick to talk like that! Your father's a good man."
"Is he? Is that why you love him up all the time?" Mindy asked bitterly. "He's so good
you can't hold yourself back from him? Mother don't make me laugh. You hate all
men. God, I can't see how I've missed it for so long!"
"I do not! That's a damn lie!"
"Then why are you always after me, always watching me and questioning me
suspiciously!"
"Because I don't want anything to happen to you, Mindy!"
"You mean you don't want me to get fucked by a man, don't you, Mother?"
"Mindy!"
"Fucked!" she cried, shaking her head, making her blonde hair fan through the air.
"Oh!" Helen gasped. She looked at her daughter. Was that a spot of wetness there at
her crotch – was it cunt-juice coming from a leaking, hot pussy?
"If you're so concerned about my well being, then why are you always bringing Susan
up? Why do you dwell on her and make me dwell on her? Why don't you let me
forget!"
"You can't forget, Mindy! If you forget, you might find yourself with your guard down,
just like Susan, and you might get..."
"Fucked, Momma?"
"Raped, you little brat!" Helen cried. She clapped her hand over her mouth and stared
with wide eyes at her daughter. "Oh, Mindy, I didn't mean that. You aren't a brat. I
love you. I'm worried about you, that's all. I don't want to see you hurt or abused."
She rushed forward. She hugged her daughter into her arms. Her pointed tits pressed
firmly against Mindy's. Mindy turned her head from the passionate kiss her mother was
about to give her and tried to withdraw from her mother's embrace.
She felt uncomfortable in her mother's arms, so intimately pressed against her body. It
was strange to feel that way. She wanted such intimacy from Robin. But she didn't want
it from her mother.
She didn't like the way her mother's hands came around and cupped the round swells
of her buttocks and made their pussies rub together. She gasped audibly when she felt
her mother's lingers graze under her crotch and wipe at the material of her bikini
bottoms.
Her pussylips were still tender and puffy. She wondered if her mother could feel how
bloated they were. She wondered with sudden fear if her crotch was damp from where
two big loads of sperm were draining from her pussy-hole.
She looked at her mother's face and held her breath. She couldn't tell. The suspicious
look was back again, but it was there so much now that she didn't know what to make
of it.
The two women gazed at each other for a long moment, and then Mindy spun around
and ran from the kitchen to her bedroom.
"Mindy, come back here!" Helen cried, hurrying after her. "What have you been doing
this afternoon? Mindy? Damn you, Mindy, I want to talk to you!"
Mindy slammed her door shut and locked it. She breathed hard. What the hell was she
going to do? What if her mother demanded to see her pussy and the cherry that was
supposed to be in it?
"Mindy!"
"I don't want to talk."
"Open this door!"
Thankfully, gratefully, Mindy heard her father's voice in the hall then.
"Hey, Helen – what's going on here? What are you yelling at her about now?"
"She won't open this door!"
Mindy unlocked it and looked at her father. He was scowling at Helen, his dark brows
wrinkled. Oddly, she looked at his face and body with a new perspective, as if seeing
him for the first time, too.
He was a handsome man, well built still, clean cut, always warm, always fair to her –
the kind of person she loved to be with, whether he was a man or not.
"Hi, Daddy," she said softly.
"Hi, pigeon," he smiled, his eyes going over her curving, firm body and the way the
blue bikini revealed it and enhanced the beauty of it. "What's the matter here?"
Mindy looked at her mother and saw the glare in her eyes. "Nothing really, Daddy. It's
all right. She wanted to talk about something long and involved, and I'm tired and went
to take a shower, that's all."
"For Pete's sake, Helen – let the girl take a shower." He grinned at his wife. "How's
dinner doing, I'm starved."
"Late," Helen snapped. "Nearly an hour."
He grinned again. "Yeah? Now, let's see. What can we do for an hour?" He chuckled
and put his arm around Helen's slim waist and winked at Mindy and closed her door.
Mindy could hear them go down the hall. She heard her mother protesting. She knew
what her father had in mind, and Mindy felt her puffy cunt lips swell a little more.
"Ken, there isn't time," Helen said, her voice muffled through the door.
Mindy heard her father chuckle again, and then their bedroom door closed.
She sighed. She tried to picture them fucking. Her mother would be straight-arming
him as always, protesting, saying things meant to turn him off.
Poor Daddy, she thought.
Mindy stripped off her halter and her panties. The crotch was damp with juice. She
balled them in her hand and tossed on a robe and hurried to the bathroom.
She ran the shower. She washed out the panties in the sink, noting the pink color that
spread into the water – the last she would ever see of her cherry.
She lifted her foot to the counter and spread her cunt wide and stared at the pink, wet,
silky meat of it in the mirror, pulling her pussylips back with the tips of her fingers to
see into her cunt.
It was gone. The ragged little membrane wasn't there any more.
She put her foot down and looked at herself wistfully. She wasn't sure what she felt.
She'd been fucked. She was still alive. In fact, it hadn't really been all that bad.
She'd come hard. Even when Norman had fucked her.
She moaned and slipped her finger up her tender pussy, wondering what it would feel
like if she did it again with a boy. But then the years of fearing, the many lectures by
her mother washed over her and made her shake her head.
No – never again!
She slipped her finger from her cunt and sniffed the juice on it and wrinkled her nose.
Sperm.
It smelled. It made her feel suddenly dirty. She hurried into the shower and soaped her
full body all over, scrubbing at the lips of her pussy and all around her cunt until her
tissues burned.
She remembered the feel of Norman's big prick sliding in and out of her tight cunt and
shivered. She shut off the shower and got out and dried herself and felt like crying. She
didn't know what to do.
She'd liked being fucked. But she wasn't supposed to like being fucked. What was the
answer? The way her mother did it?
She shook her head. That couldn't be right either.
Then what? Not men, not women – and yet she needed sex. Everybody needed sex.
"Oh, God!" she moaned softly, feeling tortured. She clamped her hand over her fresh
pussy and jiggled it and moaned again.
There was always her hand to fuck.
She wrapped the robe around her damp, pink body and went into the hall. She heard
her mother and father. Their door wasn't closed all the way.
Sucking in her breath, Mindy crept closer and put her eye to the crack, hoping some
kind, of answer was inside their room.
She sucked in her breath and nearly gasped out loud. Her father stood by the bed. He
was naked. His prick stretched from his loins, hard and stiff and big.
He was undressing Helen. He had her blouse off and was palming her pointed, firm
tits. Her skirt slipped from her hips as Mindy watched, and thin yellow panties tightly
encased the round, packed swells of her ass.
"Ken, stop it," she protested. "There isn't time for this, I tell you. I have to get the
dinner on."
"Fuck the dinner," he grinned, pressing his lips to her cheek, cupping her tight ass in
his hands.
"I wish you would."
"I'd rather fuck you. Mmmmm, come here, baby. I've got a big hard prick for you. Feel
it?"
His hard cockshaft ran under the yellow-pantied crotch, and the throbbing, velvety
head stuck out from between her ass-cheeks.
"Ken..." Helen groaned, turning her head to the side.
"Come on, now, enough stalling," he said. "Hell, it's been a week. I've got a load here
that won't be put off any longer. I'm going to start wondering if you're getting it on the
side," he said. He tipped his head back, looking at her. "Huh? Is that it?"
Helen's eyes shifted quickly. "Of course not," she said. "Oh, all right. Fuck me and get
it over with."
She pulled away from him and slipped out of her panties. Her blonde bush was thin
and nearly transparent. Her pussylips and puffy slit showed clearly through the curled
pubes.
She sighed, her tits lifting, falling. She got on the bed and looked at him with the same
expression she would have made if she saw a bushel of carrots ready to be peeled. She
didn't even open her thighs for him.
Mindy looked at her father. She felt a lump swell in her throat. He was smiling, even
eager. If he noticed what a rotten deal he was getting, he didn't show it.
It took a good man to act as pleasantly as he was. It made Mindy feel the urge to rush
into the room and slip her robe from her body and press herself up against him and
take his cock into the depths of her own sweet pussy and let him pour his big,
frustrated load into her cunt.
She put her hand to her twat and squeezed tightly, remembering the feel of a stiff cock
running up inside her. She sucked in her breath.
Cock-fucking her! Her father's cock!
God, what was happening to her to think such a terrible thing!
From nowhere, it seemed, Shadow jumped up onto the bed, panting and wagging his
long, curved tail. His short ears were cocked forward, and his long tongue lolled and
drooled. He padded around on the springy bed and sat on his butt and looked at Helen,
his head tipped to the side expectantly.
Helen looked at the brown-and-tan mongrel quickly. "Shadow, get down," she ordered,
her voice oddly low.
Shadow barked and licked his chops. He reached out with a forepaw and laid it on her
Upper thigh and raked it over her firm skin. He barked again and licked her calf, his
tail wagging in wide sweeps.
"Shadow!" Helen cried.
She twisted away from the dog. The stout nails left scratches on her thigh. The moment
Mindy saw them, she put her hand to her own upper thigh where Wellington had left
marks on her skin. She stared at Shadow, sucking in her breath and feeling her heart
pound fast.
Helen rolled away from the dog. He got to his feet and followed her, nose down,
tongue licking and licking over her thigh and the side of her naked hip.
"Hey, mutt!" Ken laughed, reaching down to push the aggressive dog from his wife.
"What's this?" he asked suddenly.
Helen was lying on her side. He was looking at her buttock – at the scratches there. He
passed his hand over them and looked at them again.
Mindy saw them too. She sucked in her breath again. She stared at her mother. She
shifted her gaze and stared at Shadow. She saw under his short-haired belly and almost
gasped.
Shadow's big sheath jiggled. His black balls dangled and weaved back and forth. The
scarlet, slippery, shiny length of his thick cock began thrusting and jerking from the
end of his tan-haired sheath, and his haunches made small pumping motions as his
tongue licked over the round swell of Helen's buttocks.
"Helen, what is this?" Ken asked, still fingering the marks on her ass with one hand
and pushing the dog away with the other. "How'd you get your ass scratched?"
Helen licked her lips. She tried to roll back onto her butt to cover the telltale sight.
"I was – he wanted... Ken, what are you thinking about in your filthy mind!" she cried.
He lifted back and looked at her. "What do you mean? Nothing. I just wondered how
you got your ass scratched, that's all. What's filthy about that?"
He looked at her curiously. She licked her lips and fairly squirmed on the bed, keeping
her thighs clamped tightly shut, her blonde pussy hairs unable to hide her slit. Shadow
panted happily and licked her pointed tit, his red cock thrusting fully from his sheath
now.
"Oh, I had an old bone from the refrigerator, and he jumped on me to get it, that's all,"
she said irritably. "Shadow, get away!"
Ken reached over and grabbed the dog and pulled him from the bed. Shadow hopped
back up and straddled her thighs directly and began lapping right at her pussy, his
haunches pumping and jerking with fucking motions.
Mindy gasped and felt her pussylips squirm and quiver. She clamped her hand under
her crotch and squeezed tightly.
Shadow! Her own dog!
And her mother!
There was no doubt in Mindy's mind. There couldn't be. Not after the way Wellington
had fucked her.
Her mother had been fucking Shadow this afternoon! That's why dinner was late.
That's why she had scratches on her ass. That's why she was acting so guilty and funny.
Ken laughed and watched the dog lick her pussy. "Hey he's a horny bastard. He's
trying to fuck you, honey! What do you think about that!" He laughed again.
"Ken, get him off! Oh, I think it's horrible! How can you stand there and laugh like
that! Oh!"
"Okay, boy – come on. Out you go. You go down the street and bang that little cocker.
This is my stuff here, get it?"
He held the dog firmly this time. He walked around the side of the bed, his stiff prick
waving and bowing. Mindy got ready to run from the doorway until she saw her father
turn at the last moment and guide the dog toward the glass doors at the side of the
bedroom. He booted Shadow gently out into the garden and closed the door and came
back to the bed grinning.
"Now," he said, his voice husky.
"Ken..."
"Ken, hell," he said, getting onto the bed. "I'm not about to get replaced by a dog. Oh,
God, honey – open that pussy up. Here I come!"
"Ken – the dinner..."
He didn't even respond. He took his prick in his hand. It was hard and throbbing and
red at the end. He angled it down toward her pussy. He put his hand on her thigh.
Mindy watched her mother's expression as the tip of her father's cock touched the soft,
puffy meat of her cunt lips. It was an expression that approached disgust. Resignation.
Her thighs opened. Mindy was able to stare right into the pink, silky meat of her
mother's cunt – the very hole from which she came.
Her mother's cunt was nothing like Robin's pussy had been. There was little wetness,
no slippery, warm juice, no readiness to be fucked.
The tip of the velvet-headed cock nosed into her slit. It pushed the pink tissues inward.
Helen winced and made her buttocks sink into the bed to get away from the driving
prick.
"Oh – it hurts! Ken, this is ridiculous. Ken, stop it – it just isn't any good right now.
Later, honey – we can fuck tonight."
"I've heard that one too many times before," he said, his voice a gasp of passion. His
cock pounded rigidly in his hand and against her vaginal opening.
He pressed inward again. "Ohhhh, don't..." Helen gasped, her pussy unyielding.
Rape...!
The thought burned through Mindy's mind. Her mother wasn't ready to be fucked.
Her cunt was dry. Mindy's wasn't dry. It ran and leaked around her fingers. She could
make squishy sounds when she squeezed her pussylips together. Her cunt trembled and
quivered and writhed clear to the back, as if it could remember the sensation of a stiff,
hard cock running all the way into it.
Daddy – I'm ready! My pussy's wet and ready! Fuck my pussy, Daddy!
Her face flushed. Her pulse pounded. What the hell was happening to her! Why was
she thinking such terrible things!
Ken backed away. He bent down. His buttocks spread wide and angled high. Mindy
saw his ass-hole between them. She saw his balls dangling between his thighs and the
root of his strong, thrusting prick.
He dipped his head and lapped out with his tongue, licking her dry cunt, just where
Shadow had. Mindy moaned softly and pressed her eye to the crack and let her fingers
slide all over her sodden pussy.
She watched her father lick her mother's cunt. Helen maintained her stoic expression.
And then her pelvis tipped slightly, and her pussy opened to his tongue.
Mindy watched the warm, wet organ slip into her mother's cunt and come back out
and rim it. His lips wrapped around the top of the puffy cleft and sucked at the hidden
clit there.
Helen closed her eyes. She held her breath. She tried not to gasp. But then she couldn't
hold it back. She moaned softly and made her hips begin working up and down.
Mindy slipped her finger into her pussy and wriggled it. Her cunt sucked and pulled at
the digit as if it were a little prick. She rolled the tip of her straining clit and felt her
hips shiver with delicious little tingles as her father sucked and pulled and tongued the
reluctant pussy before him.
After some time, he pulled his head back. Mindy stared into her mother's cunt. It was
wet now-slippery and shiny and flushed with heat. Her hips moved. Her vaginal
muscles sucked and quivered.
She was ready now.
Ken angled his cock again. The tip slid up her hole. Helen moaned and lifted her hips
and gobbled his fucking shaft all the way into her body in one slick, swift movement.
Ken groaned with bliss and began to sink down on her to fuck his big, frustrated load
into her body.
"Wait – darling, not this way..." Helen gasped.
She pushed at his chest. He didn't want to get up. He looked down at her, his hips
moving, his prick sliding in and out of her wet cunt.
"Ohhhh, baby," he moaned. "Get-honey, get-behind me!" she gasped heatedly.
Her eyes were half closed. She tossed her head. She licked her swollen lips with a pink
tongue. Her pointed tits hardened and thrust upward from her chest.
No, no! Mindy cried inwardly. Poor Daddy – poor Daddy!
Helen pushed him away. She slipped her wet pussy away from his cock. The red organ
sprang upward, wet and shiny and throbbing.
Helen rolled under him, turning over quickly. She thrust her ass up and back. The
round balls of her cheeks puffed out firmly. They spread and made her pink-brown asshole suck and quiver.
Her wet cunt lips hung down puffily. They were spread wide with heat now. The inner
surfaces of them were slick and shiny with juice.
She waggled her butt back at Ken and moaned. Her tits dangled and dragged against
the sheet, making her nipples sprout into rubbery nubs.
"Ohhhh, stick it in my cunt, honey!" she cried. "Ohhhh, fuck me this way, darling!"
The welts on her ass seemed to gleam more redly, as if giving testimony to how they
were made. And who had fucked her that way.
Ken looked at her ass. He ran his spread fingers under her crotch. His cock throbbed
and jerked. He drew his fingers up her crack, drawing slippery pussyjuice with them,
coating her cunt with the stuff.
"Ohhhh, hurry!" Helen moaned, shaking her ass at him again.
Ken ran his fingers absently over the red marks and then palmed her cheeks apart. He
didn't seem to notice the marks. It didn't enter his mind to be really suspicious of how
they'd gotten there.
But Mindy knew. There was absolutely no question in her mind. Shadow had mounted
that round, tight ass this afternoon. He had panted and drooled over her mother's back
and had fucked his pointed, knotted, scarlet cock into her pussy and blasted his dog
sperm there.
Mindy watched with a kind of horror as her father angled his throbbing prick toward
that same hole and pressed forward. His cock slid into her depths, and Helen moaned.
"Ohhhh, baby – baby!" she cried.
She never called Ken baby. She called Shadow that.
Mindy nearly cried out. It was too much. Her father had become a dog. He was fucking
her like a dog. She called him baby, like the dog. The warm, sweet, kind man was
nothing but a dog to her.
"Ohhhh, Christ..." he gasped, leaning up against her weaving ass, mashing the round
cheeks with the fronts of his thighs.
He reached around her and grabbed her pointed, thrusting tits and kneaded them with
his fingers. He lay along her back. His mouth was open, and he gasped. Nearly panting.
All he would have to do was drool and get a knot in his prick and growl a little, and the
illusion would be complete.
Mindy's finger writhed and fucked in her pussy. She wanted it to be her father's prick.
She wanted to be the woman fucking him now. She wouldn't make him fuck her like a
dog. He could be a man when he fucked her.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly, rolling her thumb over her clit.
Her robe swished about her hips and ass. Her tits jiggled with the movement of her
arm as she masturbated. She watched her father's balls swing forward and back as he
fucked her mother.
His prick drove in and out of the wet, draining pussy. The lips puffed downward and
swelled with each thrust of his cock into the wet, succulent hole.
Helen moaned and weaved and pushed her ass back against him. She reached under
her body and ran her fingertips over the top of her cleft. Her clit strained downward
from the puffy folds, and she stroked it, masturbating at the same time the big prick ran
in and out of her pussy.
She began to gasp. It sounded as if she were straining. There was a look of
concentration on her face, as if the illusion of being fucked by Shadow weren't quite
real enough – as if conscious that it was her husband's cock in her and not her dog's.
Then Shadow scratched at the glass door, wanting in. He barked and whined and
scratched again.
"Oh, yes!" Helen cried suddenly, the illusion now complete. "Baby, I'm coming!
Ohhhh, fuck that big prick into me – I'm going to come! Ahhhgh!"
Her hand moved through her sodden pussy and rolled over her thrusting, throbbing
clit. Her ass shook violently. Her cunt sucked and pulled at the big-shafted prick inside
her. She lifted her head and gasped and yowled and shuddered violently with orgasm.
"Yaaagh!" she yelled again, exploding with climax.
"Honey! Ohhh, your pussy's going wild! God! The wildest fuck in years! Ohhh, are you
hot! Christ, I don't want it to end! Ohhh, God, I can't hold it! Hang on! Hang-gaaaah!"
Ken lunged forward, mashing his hips against her ass. His prick trembled and throbbed
and blew, exploding inside her sucking, writhing cunt.
Sperm hosed from the tip and spurted in a thick stream into his wife's body, flooding
her vaginal tunnel, bathing her wet pussy with hot, sticky juice.
Mindy watched his dangling balls draw up into hard, compact spheres. She watched the
way he shoved his prick into Helen's cunt to the very root, forcing the pussylips aside
as if trying to push his cock and balls up her hole.
His balls pumped, and his root throbbed. Then sperm spurted out from her pussy and
coated the lips and drooled down toward the bed.
Mindy shoved her finger deep into her own pussy and leaned against the door jamb for
support and felt her legs and hips quiver with orgasm.
Her ass-cheeks clenched tightly, capturing a fold of the filmy robe between them so that
the silky material lay against her ass-hole. Her anus pulsed and sucked at the touch of
silk.
Her cunt was clamped tightly around the thin prick of her finger.
She gritted her teeth and did her best to hold back the cry of lust that welled inside her
chest.
Her tits punched pointedly at the silky covering of the robe, and the jiggling of her arm
made them bob up and down and the nipples rub against the silk until they burned
with erotic sensation.
She grunted once as the hardest spasm of climax ripped through her. But the sound
was covered by her mother's moaning and by Shadow's impatient bark to get in and
fuck.
She looked at the strings of sperm dangling from her mother's pussylips and wiped at
her own cunt lips, wanting to feel it there, wanting that big, hot wad of her father's to
be swimming around inside her cunt.
Then she gasped. It was terrible of her to want that. She clamped her hand tightly over
her crotch and moaned softly and began backing away from the door, walking spraddle
legged down the hall.


Chapter 6

Mindy lay on her back in bed and stared at the darkened ceiling. She couldn't sleep.
Thoughts whirled agonizingly through her mind.
She'd sought an answer in her parents' bedroom. There hadn't been one that seemed
right.
She'd watched her father's stiff prick push and push at the dry meat of her mother's
cunt. It had made her wonder if that was the way it had been with Susan. With five of
them, one after the other. Ripping into the. dry meat of her pussy.
She had watched her mother's gallery of expressions, all intended to turn him off so
that she wouldn't have to suffer the fate of a man's cock messing up her pussy.
She'd listened to her mother's protests and the coldness of her voice. And when it
hadn't deterred him, Mindy had watched her mother make a dog of him.
It wasn't right. None of it had been right. He was a good person, even if he was a man.
Maybe the only good man in the world. He didn't deserve to be made into a dog.
Mindy tossed the covers from her body. She pulled the nightie up over her pussy and
stomach, lifting her round buttocks from the bed.
She arched her spine and lifted the filmy nightie up over her tits, bunching it around
her neck. She opened her thighs and let the cool night breeze from the window waft
across her naked body.
She could feel her pubes crinkle over her pussylips, curling more tightly around her slit.
She felt her nipples draw up and become hard.
She tossed her head to the side and moaned and almost cried out, pleading to know
what to do, begging to find the answer that would satisfy the burning, youthful urges
inside her body.
Soon, not even the cool air over her tits and pussy and stomach would calm the
burning sensation all over her skin. She put her hand to her inner thighs and slid them
up the satiny surfaces to where they met.
Her hips lifted and twitched, and her toes pointed. Her fingers fondled the puffy meat
of her pussylips, and her clit throbbed and pulsed in the coolness.
She touched the tip of it. Sensation shot through her like an electric jolt. She sucked in
her breath. She couldn't believe she was still hot.
She held her breath and let her hand swirl over her slit. The folds became damp and
swollen almost immediately. Her pussy squirmed all along its length.
Her pulse pounded. The back of her cunt seemed to throb. She remembered the feel of
Wellington's hot, knotted cock ripping through her cherry and sinking into the depths
of her cunt.
She shivered and drew her knees up and open. She was going to masturbate again. She
knew she wasn't going to be able to stop herself.
Her tongue came out and licked her lips. It teased over the silky inner surfaces of them
and made them slack and puffy. Hot breath came from between them, and her hips
began to churn.
She saw the image of her father's hard, stiff, throbbing cock, and her pulse pounded
harder. She remembered how Norman's prick had felt inside her, bucking and pulsing
as he fucked it deep and sent his sperm bolting into her virginal body.
She groaned again and pushed her finger into her pussy. She clamped down on them
with her vaginal muscles. Her cunt rippled and shook around the intruder.
Mindy moaned and gasped again. The finger wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough. It
wasn't fat enough or long enough to satisfy her.
She wanted a cock.
A cock!
Raping, murdering, bubbling, foaming... sweet, hard cock...
She whimpered and tossed her head. A cock was out of the question. She didn't dare. A
male would only take and hurt.
Except for her father...
"Ohhh, God," she moaned softly.
Robin was right. She was perverted. She wanted her father's cock fucking and blasting
into her sweet, youthful body, making her lift and come and shudder around his hard
prick.
"No, no..." she moaned into the darkness.
She jabbed her finger in and out of her pussy. She made wet, sucking sounds come
from between her thighs. She tossed her hips and lifted her knees all the way back to
her chest, until they rested on the ends of her tits and pressed more sensation into
them.
What was the answer? What? She heard a muted bark. She gasped and stopped fucking
herself, her finger resting in the throbbing, silken tunnel of her wet pussy.
She wasn't sure she'd heard it. It didn't come again. But it didn't have to come again.
She thought of Shadow, and her pulse hammered.
She slipped her finger from her pussy and sat up quickly, shivering with the strange
feelings running through her. Her filmy nightie slid down over her tits and puddled in
her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed.
She nearly lay down again. She stood up abruptly and went straight to her door and
eased it open. She had to act. If she didn't act, she wouldn't do it. She'd talk herself out
of it and lie in her bed and suffer.
She glanced down to the end of the hall. Her parents' door was closed, and their light
was out. She glanced back at her clock and saw by the illuminated dial that it was two
in the morning.
It was safe.
She crept into the hall and tiptoed toward the living room. She was just going to
whisper his name when she heard a strange voice.
"Ohhh." A breathy, passionate whisper.
Her heart raced. That was her mother's voice!
"Ohhhh, baby, that's good – good!"
Mindy crept forward to the end of the hall. She peeked cautiously into the dark living
room.
Through the archway into the family room, she saw the glow from the dim TV lamp
there.
"Ohhhh, God, darling – what a lovely, hot tongue!"
Her mother's voice was louder, thicker with passion. Mindy sucked in her breath and
crept across the living room. She heard the squeak of naked skin on the vinyl couch.
She moved to the side, staying in the darkness, until she could see through the archway
into the family room.
Her pussy throbbed wildly. It was true! Her mother did fuck dogs! She was slumped in
the couch with her legs spread wide and her buttocks resting on the edge of it.
Her pussy was elevated and wide open, and Shadow stood between her outstretched
legs with his muzzle buried in her crack.
His long, broad tongue lapped and slurped at the pink, drooling slit of her mother's
pussy. The blonde hairs were matted wetly to the sides of her bloated pussylips, and it
was as if she had no pubes over her twat at all.
Mindy moaned silently and clamped her hand over her pussy and watched. Shadow's
short ears were cocked forward. He licked and licked.
Then he tipped his head to the side slightly and snorted and puffed into the wet,
slippery meat of her pussy. His tongue slithered from his muzzle and snaked into the
wet, red hole.
Helen groaned and lifted her hips and shivered. Her twat opened completely as the
long tongue fucked all the way into the depths of her pussy.
It twirled and slithered and sucked up the juices from her flowing cunt. The dog
swallowed, and then his tongue shot forward again, sinking into her cunt.
Mindy's knees went rubbery. She shivered. She knew what her mother was feeling. She
watched her mother's face become flushed. She watched the rubbery nipples at the ends
of her pointed tits become hard and spiked.
Helen cupped her tits in her hands. She rolled them. She squeezed them. She pulled at
them and made them more pointed. Her pert, round buttocks lifted from the edge of
the couch and rotated. Her pussy swiveled around the thrusting tongue embedded in it.
Mindy gasped and squeezed her own cunt. She was stunned. Not so much by seeing
what she had guessed to be the truth about her mother. It was that Shadow seemed soproficient.
Wellington had licked and slurped at her cunt this afternoon. But he'd been a rank
novice compared to Shadow. It made Mindy wonder how long, how many years of
practice on her mother's hot pussv it had taken for him to get that good. Poor Daddy...
Mindy stretched her hand behind her, feeling for the easy chair she knew was there.
She touched it. She backed into it, unable to take her eyes from the thrilling, disgusting
scene before her.
She thought about the word that had come to her mind just then – disgusting. Why
was it disgusting for her mother to have her pussy licked by Shadow and not disgusting
for her to be fucked and sucked by Wellington?
Because Helen preferred to fuck her dog to her husband...
"Ohhhh, baby, baby – what a cunt-sucker you are! Ohhh, you're going to make me
come, and I don't want to come yet! Ohhh, I want a good, hard come! Two of them,
three! I want you to lick and fuck away the feel of that horrible male prick! Ohhh, baby
– slurp me deeper!"
She moaned and writhed and reached down for Shadow's head. She put her hands
around the sides of it and pulled his pointed muzzle into the vee of her thighs, nearly
burying his snorting, puffing nose in the sloppy-wet folds of her quivering pussy.
It looked as if she were trying to fuck his head into her body. She hunched and twisted
and made her hips rotate. The long tongue slithered and lapped and drilled into her
cunt again and again.
"Wait!" Helen gasped. "Ohhh, wait, darling! I don't want to come yet!"
She pushed his head away. Shadow backed off obediently and licked his chops again
and again, watching her. He pranced impatiently and tossed his muzzle and let out a
muted bark. His tail swished through the air.
Helen lifted her knees high, holding them with her arms. Her pussy and her ass-cheeks
were spread wide apart. Her tight, puckered ass-hole pulsed.
"Ohhh, lick my ass-hole, Shadow – come on, boy! Lick it!"
Shadow slurped out with his tongue, stretching his neck forward. The broad, flat organ
covered her throbbing butt hole and lapped all over it, flipping up into her pussy at the
same time.
"Eeee!" Helen cried softly. "Oh, God! I love that! Ohhh, sink your tongue into my ass,
darling! Do it! In my ass!"
Shadow moved in closer. He twisted his head back and forth, rotating it as he licked
and drilled at her flavorful ass-hole.
Mindy stared and felt her own ass-hole tingle and throb. She sat at the edge of the easy
chair and lifted her feet to the cushion and put her finger over the wrinkled little
mouth.
Her anus quivered, and erotic sensation shot through her. She watched the way Shadow
licked and drilled and wished he were doing it to her.
She watched her mother toss and weave and shake. Helen gripped her ankles in her
hands. She lifted her feet high, until her legs were straight up in the air and split wide
apart.
Her whole button was open and pulsing and shiny with saliva and pussyjuice. Shadow's
slurping tongue licked all up and down her ass and over her throbbing ass-hole and
into her pussy. He slurped over her clit and the insides of her thighs and the round,
tight, trembling balls of her ass-cheeks.
His curved tail arced through the air. Muscles rippled under the trim, sleek lines of his
fur and rippling short hair. His body strained forward, and his hind legs moved up and
down and made his rump shift to the side slightly.
That was when Mindy saw the hard, scarlet, shiny length of his cock thrusting down
from his sheath. A drop of fluid at the pointed tip caught the light and gleamed just
before it sagged downward and let go, dropping to the floor.
"Eeee! God! I'm going to come!" Helen cried, shaking her head back and forth.
Her face was nearly hidden from Mindy's view by the tangle of arms and stretched legs.
Her butt-cheeks shone from where Shadow had been licking them. The backs of her
thighs shook with muscular spasms under the satiny skin, and her pussy quaked and
ran with sticky, shiny juice.
She squealed softly again and shuddered all over just as the rolled end of Shadow's
tongue gouged and drilled into her ass-hole, swirling around inside the rubbery, pulsing
mouth.
Her cunt spurted juice. It shivered and flapped. The pink meat sucked in and out and
swelled terribly as she rocked back and forth in the throes of orgasm.
Mindy gasped and shook at the same time. Her hand swirled all over her pussy and
teased at her ass-hole. Her knees were split wide and braced against the arms of the
easy chair. She looked at her mother through the vee they made.
She almost came with her mother. But she held off. There would be more. She had the
feeling there would be more, because Shadow was pawing and prancing around
between her thighs as she came, and his cock was thrusting and jerking rapidly back
and forth. His black balls looked full and big.
Helen's straight legs bent at the knees and came down slowly. Her face was flushed and
slack. She sighed heavily, and she cupped her swollen tits with her hands.
"Ohhh, baby, you are some fucker," she said, looking at Shadow through hooded eyes.
She reached out to pet him. He licked her hand and whimpered and pawed at the top
of her thighs.
Helen sat up. She cupped the dog's muzzle in her hands, cradling his head in her lap.
She looked at him with a strange expression – great affection, perhaps. Something
more. The kind of expression she should have given her husband after being fucked by
him.
Mindy looked at her mother closely.
Was that the way – the answer? The way to be fucked and have sex and avoid the
danger of male hardness and deadliness at the same time? Fuck your dog? Even if you
happened to be married?
The thought made her pussy twitch terribly. She looked at Shadow and the loving
expression he gave her mother as she petted him, and Mindy thought ahead – to a
whole lifetime of fucking a pointed-pricked dog like Shadow. Or Wellington.
"You want a little fuckie now, baby?" Helen smiled. "Ohhh, you earned a good one just
now. But you already fucked my ass three times this afternoon, honey. And you
scratched it besides. You're going to have to be careful of that. Ken nearly found out.
And we wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
Shadow whimpered and licked her hand again and again, as if he understood every
word.
"He'd get mad and jealous if he found out. He'd kick my sweet baby right out of the
house, and then what would I do? He'd expect me to fuck him all the time, and I don't
think I could stand that."
Shadow whimpered again. He danced around impatiently and pawed at her thigh again.
His prick throbbed and pulsed and jerked.
"You won't scratch my ass again, now, will you?" Helen asked.
She must have gotten some kind of answer from him. She shifted on the couch. Her
bare ass stuck and squeaked against the material. She shifted until she was kneeling on
the floor, her chest and tits and elbows on the seat of the couch.
She looked back over her shoulder at Shadow. She stuck her ass up at him and weaved
it. She spread her legs apart, and her pussy lips puffed down from her crotch and parted
with renewed heat.
"Mmmmmm, baby, I can feel your big, pointed prick up my cunt already. Mmmmmm,
yes! So much harder and stronger than Ken's. So much better! Mmmmmm, up, honey
– up! Fuck me, baby!"
Shadow lapped at her up-thrust butt with his wet tongue one more time and then
circled her to find the best approach. When he was between her legs, he lifted up,
mounting her ass.
Helen gasped. The brown-and-tan dog's body was sleek and mobile. His forepaws
gripped her hips and the sides of her waist.
His haunches jerked and pumped. His red, pointed prick thrust through the air, lining
up with her pussy. He danced on his hind legs and moved forward.
Mindy stared. She sat in the chair and sucked in her breath and watched it all. That's
what Robin and Norman had seen this afternoon when Wellington had mounted her
ass and fucked it.
It was thrilling, exciting – perverse. It wasn't the same as watching her father's hard
cock approach her wet pussy. There was something more primitive about it.
She watched her mother look over her shoulder and waggle her ass back toward
Shadow's approaching cock. She watched her spread her legs wider and rock her pelvis
so that it tipped and made her pussy angle back and up.
The pink meat gobbled and sucked at the air, searching for the pointed spear that
would lance into the depths of her soft, silky, oiled folds.
She gasped and hissed. Shadow's pricktip speared into her buttocks and slid into her
deep asscleft.
"Ohhh, not my ass-hole, honey! Not this time! Next time, baby – I promise!"
Shadow licked his chops. He danced and pulled with his forepaws. His prick jerked
back and forth.
His hips pumped and jerked, and then the pointed, scarlet cocktip pierced the full,
puffy wetness of her cunt lips.
"Ahhh, yes!" Helen cried, lifting her head to moan.
Her tits pushed into the vinyl material. Her waist and hips squirmed and twisted
constantly. She pushed backward and made the full shaft slide up her cunt.
"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned. "I love it, baby – I love it when you fuck me! Ohhh, fuck
me, Shadow!"
The dog growled softly, his head stretching forward again. He licked his chops and
panted. Saliva dripped from the end of his tongue and spattered on her back and made
her moan again.
His prick shafted into her cunthole all the way. The end of the tan sheath pressed
between her bloated pussylips and prickled them with the short, stiff hairs on it.
Helen gasped and squealed and fucked her hips back, shaking them, moving her round
ass up and down. Her wet cunt soaked the tan hairs of the sheath and made them look
matted and dark.
Mindy watched and swirled her hand over her pussy again and again. Her clit throbbed
and stretched from the top of her cleft. She felt jolts of electric sensation shoot all
through her body.
Her tits swelled, and the nipples spiked against the filmy material of her nightie and
burned with sensation. She'd never seen anything like this. She could imagine, though,
every thrust and pulse of Shadow's hard cock into her mother's pussy.
She gasped and sucked in her breath and stared with wide, glazed eyes. She felt her
pussy squirm and writhe. She wanted that. She wanted just what her mother was
getting. She wanted that hard, lancing, pointed dog's prick up into her depths of her
pussy again.
It was enough. It was the answer. It satisfied her mother. It would satisfy her.
Dog-cock. Dog fucking...
"Eeee, you darling!" Helen cried, her voice choked and thick with passion. "God, you're
drilling my pussy out! Your knot! It's so big this time! Oooo, you're stuck in my pussy!
Shadow – you're stuck! Ahhhgh!"
She twisted and shook. She tried to fuck her wet pussy up and down the shaft, but her
cunt wouldn't slide over it because of the big knot wedged into her cunt muscles.
Shadow growled and shook and pumped. He licked his muzzle over and over, and then
he let out a quavering whimper.
"Yes! Yes! Blast me full! Ohhh, darling – I'm coming too! Yaaagh!"
Shadow lunged forward. His sheath became half buried in the flapping, sodden lips of
her pussy, fucking up into her vaginal hole after his throbbing prick.
Helen's butt shook and shuddered, and she raked her nails over the slick vinyl. Her
head tossed, and her golden hair gleamed in the light. A sheen of sweat popped out on
her skin, giving it an oiled, sensual appearance.
She bleated once more and came violently, her pussy sucking and pulling at the
throbbing, spurting cock inside her.
It was all Mindy could take. She couldn't hold off any longer. Her finger fucked up into
her writhing, sodden pussy, and her thumb circled over her clit again and again.
Her legs spread sideways against the arms of the chair, and her butt quivered against
the seat. Her pussy-hole sucked and pulsed around her finger, and fresh juice poured
from her cunt and dripped down her gap to the cushion.
She sucked in her breath and stopped her throat before the wild cry of sexual bliss
ripped from it and betrayed her presence. She readied herself for the big waves of
orgasm rolling up inside her body.
When they came, they were nearly too much for her. If she hadn't been wedged into
the chair, she would have rolled out of it. She spasmed violently, twisting and churning
just the way her mother was doing.
After a moment, she was able to open her eyes. She saw Shadow jerking backward with
small movements, trying to pull his swollen prick from Helen's tight cunt.
"Oh! Oh, baby – not so hard!" Helen gasped. "Ohhh, stay inside me, darling – don't
go!"
Mindy put her legs on the floor. She braced her hands on the arms of the chair and
pushed up. She wobbled uncertainly, her body still bucking and humming.
She glanced one more time at her mother and Shadow and knew she had to take this
opportunity to get back to her room. She staggered through the dark living room and
crashed into a lamp, almost knocking it to the floor. It teetered on the table, and she
caught it just in time.
She found her way into the hallway and slid along the wall toward her room. Behind'
her, she heard her mother moan again and begin talking softly to the dog. Then the
light went out.
Mindy slipped into her dark room and eased the door shut. She held her breath and
listened. Her mother passed by in the hallway.
Mindy crept to her bed. She slid into it. She lay on her back and put her hands behind
her head and breathed deeply, letting out a great sigh. She stared at the dark ceiling
again.
But it was different this time. She felt relaxed, warm, good. She smiled into the
darkness.
She had the answer.


Chapter 7

Mindy was sunning herself on the back porch, lying on the chaise lounge, her eyes
closed against the bright sun. It was the middle of the morning.
She hadn't come out of her room until she'd heard her mother disappear into hers, and
then Mindy had slipped quietly onto the porch in her bikini, hoping that her mother
wouldn't think to look out there for her.
"Mindy? Mindy, honey?"
Mindy gripped the arms of the chaise. She didn't answer. She heard her mother go
through the house and hoped she would think her daughter had gone out for the day.
"Oh, there you are," Helen said, standing in the glass doorway suddenly.
Mindy opened her eyes and looked at her mother. To her surprise, she was all dressed
up, ready to go out.
"Why didn't you answer, Mindy? I've been calling all over the house for you."
"I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't hear you."
Helen looked at her dubiously, clearly not believing her daughter. She patted at her
hair.
"I'm going out," she said. "I have a lunch date with Claire and Myra, and then we're
going window-shopping. You'll have to fix your own lunch."
"All right, Mother."
"Did you call Robin?"
"No."
"She called this morning. You were still in bed. She sounded excited about something,
so you'd better call her back. Are you going out there?"
"I-I don't know," Mindy said, looking away.
She had no intention of going to Robin's. She had other plans in mind. Her mother's
outing with her friends gave immediate and definite form to the plans.
Helen looked at her daughter silently for a long moment. "I still want to know what
happened yesterday," she said quietly. "But I don't have time to talk about it right now.
I will when I get back, and I won't be put off again. So, you be ready, you hear?"
"Mother – nothing happened yesterday!" Mindy wailed.
Helen looked at her. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile of disbelief.
"Well, whether it did or not, there's still something I want to talk to you about."
"What?"
Helen glanced at her watch and made a face. "Oh! I've got to run!" She turned and
started back into the house.
"Mother? Uh – what time will you be back?" Mindy asked.
Helen stopped and looked at her in that odd way again, her eyes squinted slightly.
"Oh, pretty late, I guess. You know how it is when you go window-shopping. In time to
get dinner ready for your father the second he comes home, that's for sure," she said
wryly.
"About four, four-thirty?"
"About then, honey," she smiled foxily. "Behave yourself today, will you?"
"Mother!"
Helen turned and walked through the house. Mindy heard the front door close behind
her after a moment. She sucked in her breath and waited. She heard the car start up
and move down the quiet residential street.
She felt her pussy twitch suddenly. She let out a soft hiss and cupped her hand over her
pussy and squeezed down hard. She waited a little longer.
She got up from the chaise and went into the house. She looked through the front
window at the street. She didn't really expect to see her mother hiding out there, but
she had to make sure.
The phone rang. She twisted around and looked at it. She had the strong feeling that it
was Robin. She watched it while it rang. After seven times, it stopped.
She let out her breath. She moved away from the window into the house, feeling guilty.
She should have answered. She should at least find out what Robin wanted.
She stood in the quiet coolness of the house and wondered what had happened to her.
Yesterday, she felt as if she wouldn't have been able to live without Robin. Yesterday,
the thought that Norman fucked his hard male cock into her sweet pussy was pure
agony, utter betrayal of their dear, close friendship.
Today, she didn't give a damn.
Norman could fuck her all he wanted to. Mindy would even be able to watch his male
mouth suck and lick at the sweet pussy, and she wouldn't feel the slightest twinge of
jealousy.
She just didn't give a damn about Robin today.
She licked her lips. She looked around the house. She went toward the kitchen. As
expected, she saw Shadow there, lying in his favorite spot under the table.
She looked at him a long moment. She licked her lips again. Her pulse began to race,
and her pussy twitched and churned inside.
"You're out of your mind!" she whispered to herself.
Shadow heard her. He lifted his head. His eyes winked back and forth. He yawned
hugely, his fangs gleaming. She watched him stretch one paw ans then the other in
front of himself. His curved tail thumped on the floor.
He looked uneasy by the way she was just standing there looking at him, as if maybe
he'd messed on the floor or something. He dipped his head a few times, and his tail
beat harder on the floor.
"Shadow?" she said softly.
The dog bellied along the floor as if delighted he wasn't in trouble after all. He came
out from under the table and went up to her, his tail wagging.
He licked her hand and sat in front of her, looking up, his eyes winking back and forth,
his ears cocked in an expectant way.
Mindy stared at him. She felt her knees turning to jelly. Her pussy throbbed and
shivered, and her round buttocks clenched and relaxed repeatedly.
She held out her fingers stiffly, feeling his long, wet tongue lick over them. She closed
her eyes and concentrated on the sensations he caused. She felt the warmth of his
tongue. The roughness of it. The wetness.
She transferred those sensations to her pussy, and she shivered.
"Shadow?" she said again.
The dog barked and thumped his tail on the floor again, moving his front legs up and
down. He shifted his butt back and forth and twisted as if the tail were wagging him.
"C-Come on, boy," she whispered breathily. "Oh, God – I can't believe this is really
happening!"
Shadow stood up. He licked at her bare thigh and her hand again. She patted his sleek
head and looked into the large brown eyes.
She sucked in her breath and turned away, filled with sudden determination to get it
over with.
"Come on, Shadow," she called.
She went toward her bedroom. The dog cocked his head and watched her and sat down
again. She turned around and called him once more.
He got up and padded through the living room after her, an almost-human expression
of curiosity on his face.
She led him down the hall and into her bedroom. She closed the door. She sucked in
her breath. She snapped her fingers toward the bed, and Shadow jumped up on it.
He curled around and lay down and rested his muzzle between his paws, looking at
her.
Mindy's heart pounded. She stiffened herself with resolution again and reached behind
her back and undid the halter of her bikini. She pulled the garment away, and her bare
tits thrust into the room from her chest.
Shadow watched her, his eyes winking, his tail moving hesitantly.
Mindy felt utterly brazen. She felt as if she were stripping in front of a man. But
Shadow wasn't a man. He was a dog. And that was the whole point of it.
She ran her fingers down her tummy and shivered. She hooked them into the tops of
the bikini bottoms and pushed, dipping slightly to slide them over the round swells of
her taut ass-cheeks.
She stepped out of the panties. Her pussy bushed yellow hair. She could feel the cunt
lips swell and grow wet. She cupped her aching tits in her hands and moaned softly.
Shadow lifted his head, his ears cocked. He opened his mouth and panted, watching
her. She went toward the bed. She wasn't sure how to start.
She held out her hand to him. He licked it and thumped his tail on the bed. He glanced
at her bare pussy and sniffed it. His long tongue came out and lapped at her thigh.
"Ohhhh, God," Mindy moaned softly.
Her pussy twitched. She imagined she could smell the perfrume wafting up from it, and
she waited for him to attack her.
She lifted one knee onto the bed. Her pussylips spread open. She looked down at her
cunt. She could see the slit and the pinkness between the bloated lips.
She shifted her hips slightly and brought her twat under his tongue. Shadow licked at it
once, drew his tongue back into his mouth as if tasting what it had discovered, then
looked up at her and panted.
"Lick my pussy, Shadow!" Mindy whispered breathily.
He thumped his tail on the bed. He cocked his head and winked at her again.
She looked at him. What was wrong?
She nearly chickened out. But her pussy was aflame. She couldn't understand why he
didn't catch on and lap at her the way he did at her mother.
Maybe it was the flavor. Maybe it was loyalty. Maybe it was just that he knew he could
fuck Helen and didn't know he was now permitted to do it to Mindy.
Mindy reached down and cupped his muzzle in her hands the way her mother had
done last night. She guided the pointed snout toward the juncture of her thighs again.
She tipped her pelvis and lifted her pussy forward. The slit was spread wide apart. It
was slippery with fragrant juice now. She guided his nose toward the wet folds of her
pussylips.
"Lick it, Shadow – lick my pussy!" she commanded, whispering again, her voice now
urgent.
Shadow sniffed at her cunt. His expression changed. He lapped out with his slippery
tongue, running it right up her juicy groove.
"Ohhhh, baby!" she moaned, using her mother's term so that he would know what she
wanted of him.
Her pussy spasmed. The tongue was hot and thrilling. He looked at her again, still
uncertain.
"Lick it, lick it, baby!" she cried, pushing her twat forward against his muzzle again.
Shadow's tongue came out and lapped. He did it more than once this time. He licked
and licked, cleaning the slippery juice from her bloated pussylips.
"Ohhhh, God!" Mindy cried, her legs becoming rubbery.
She got up onto the bed the rest of the way, standing on both her knees in front of
him. She held onto his head. She looked down at him and watched his tongue slither
up her groove again and again. She tipped her head back and moaned.
"Ohhhh, my God – my God!"
Shadow paused to be sure that she wasn't scolding him, and then he kept on licking
and slurping. His tongue stretched out, and the long, wet organ curled under her crotch
and lapped upward, rippling over her ass-hole and then over the mouth of her pussy.
"Ahhhhgh!" Mindy quivered, holding onto his head, half for support, half to guide it to
where she wanted it.
In a moment, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand on her knees any longer. She was
going to have to lie down on her back.
She did that, keeping hold of his head so that he wouldn't stop lapping at her
twitching, fluttering twat.
She sucked in air. She puffed and wheezed. She had never felt so hot in her life. The
thought that she was going to share her mother's lover thrilled through her. She
wondered if Shadow was going to be able to keep them both content.
She stretched out on her back. She lifted her knees and spread them wide. She held
Shadow's muzzle to her cunt and rocked her hips up and down.
Shadow wasn't hesitant any more. He stood up. He dipped down between her thighs
and lapped all over her yellow-furred pussy with his broad tongue.
His tail wagged happily. His cock began to jut from his sheath, jerking and throbbing,
going in and out as his own heat built. Mindy glanced around his body and saw it, and
she sucked in her breath.
"Ohhhh, God... he's going to want to fuck me now. He's going to expect it. Ohhhh..."
Her pussy tipped up and down. The tongue washed all over it. It rolled and stabbed
into her hole, and she felt his head twist sideways to get a better shot at her draining
twat.
"Eeeee!" she cried out suddenly.
She sucked in her breath in a wild gasp. She shivered all over. That tongue! It slithered
all the way up her cunt!
She shook her hips and split her legs wide apart. She felt her pussy open up as it never
had before. Shadow's tongue slithered from his mouth and wriggled all the way to the
back of her cunt again, licking and twisting inside her body.
He drew back gobs of hot, slippery juice and swallowed it and went back for more. He
was insatiable. He hadn't even licked her mother's cunt this hard.
He-likes my fresh young pussy better! she thought.
She twisted wildly and tipped her hips up, and Shadow's tongue licked over her asshole 
and came back to take short, thrilling laps at it.
"Ahhhgh, lick my ass-hole! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, you wonderful doggie! God, oh God!"
Shadow's hind legs jittered over the bed. He bore into her split thighs. His scarlet,
pointed cock was thrusting fully from its sheath now, jerking and throbbing.
His tongue washed all over her pussy and her ass, slithering up the deep cleft in long
sweeps, trying to dig into the mouth of her tight, pulsing ass-hole, lapping up her slit.
It slithered over her straining, throbbing clit. It delved into her pussy-hole and twirled
around. It bathed her crotch completely, and she grabbed onto her swollen, pointing
tits and squeezed them tightly.
She didn't have to hold his head or guide it any more. He was all hers. He was wild for
the flavor of her fresh honey, her tasty ass-hole, her firm, tender skin.
He was like an incredible tonguing machine. You turned it on and lay back and hung
onto your tits and let it happen.
Her hips twisted and lifted and shook. She couldn't stop them. It was wonderful. He
was much more thrilling than Wellington had been. Infinitely more so than Norman
had been.
There was nothing like him. No man could possibly lick her cunt the way Shadow was
doing it. It was no wonder her mother like to fuck him better than her own husband.
She stopped feeling disgust for her mother's kinky passion. It might be kinky, but it felt
anything but disgusting.
It was wonderful, thrilling – wild!
"Yaaah, Shadow!" she cried, feeling her whole body gather itself up.
Her feet were flat on the bed. Her legs stiffened. Her butt lifted clear of the bedspread.
Shadow's tongue lapped under her crotch into the deep, clenching groove and pressed
against her ass-hole, making it throb wildly.
It came up and rimmed her cuntmouth and then slithered deep inside to twirl and
swish inside her quaking tunnel.
"God! God! I'm coming!" Mindy shouted.
Her body strained and arched. The spasms began deep in her belly. They crashed all
through her until her fingers trembled and her toes curled.
Her nipples sprouted from the ends of her pointed tits and pulsed as if they were going
to spurt something hot and sticky. Her cuntwalls trembled and squeezed and sucked at
the tongue rippling over them.
Her thighs nearly crushed his head with their squeezing force. She grabbed her tits and
held onto them.
Her breath caught in her throat so firmly that she couldn't even yell or groan any more.
She could only lie there and quaver like a glob of jelly.
Shadow stopped licking. He sat back and looked at her and licked his chops. It was as if
he knew she'd come and that it was time for him to stop.
His prick thrust from its sheath and angled up his hairy belly, throbbing and swollen.
She opened her eyes and looked at the astonishingly thick shaft straining toward her
and moaned. It was red – red! Shiny and slick-looking and hard as iron.
"Ohhh, Shadow," she groaned. "Just a minute, baby – just a minute. Let me rest. Oh,
God – what a come!"
She reached out and touched his muzzle with the tips of her fingers. He licked them.
His prick throbbed heatedly under his tan belly. He moved toward her.
"Ohhhh, I know what you want, baby. You want to fuck that hot prick into my pussy!
Well, I'm going to let you! Did you know that? I'm going to let you!"
She groaned again and felt her pussy throb with alarming passion. She could feel the
juice oozing from it and coating her cunt lips until it ran into the crack of her ass and
tickled her pulsating, rubbery-mouthed anus.
"Before yesterday, I wouldn't have dreamed of letting any kind of prick fuck into my
pussy," she went on, talking to him, fondling his muzzle and head and ears. "I was a
virgin yesterday. But now I'm ready to fuck and fuck. But only you, Shadow. Only you.
Ohhhh, am I ready to fuck!"
She lifted her hips involuntarily, and her pussy sucked open with a wet, gooey sound.
Shadow perked his ears forward and cocked his head and looked at her red, wet hole.
He panted and then stopped, scooting forward between her thighs. He stood up. He
lifted his forepaws over her hips so that they straddled her.
He stood over her like that, looking down at her, his tongue lolling, his cock thrusting
down toward her hips.
He dipped with his hind legs and bellied over her up-thrust pelvis. She felt his warm fur
against her belly and inner thighs. She felt the strength of his muscular haunches as he
bore down against her and searched for her slippery cuntmouth with the pointed lance
of his prickhead.
"Oh, Shadow!" she gasped. "Wait – I'm supposed to get on my knees so that you can
mount my ass and fuck me that way!"
Shadow didn't listen. He searched with his cock for her wet, silky cunthole. His fur
rubbed over her belly and mound and thighs and tits.
She felt his hot breath against her neck, and a drop of saliva dripped from his tongue
and ran down the side of her neck. She looked up into his face and saw the look of
determination there. It was eerie, nearly frightening.
"Shadow... take it easy, Shadow," she gasped, feeling his scalding cocktip probe into her
thigh, into her pubes and belly. "Ohhhh, what are you doing! Get off, Shadow. I don't
like this. Shadow!"
She started to push at the side of his neck. He growled softly. It was a low tone. There
was a curious amount of threat in it. She stopped pushing.
She stared at him, her eyes wide, feeling his cocktip probing and pressing. He was
raping her.
That's what he was doing. She was being raped! Not by a man, but by a dog!
"Ohhhh, Shadow..." she moaned.
He hunkered down. His cock found the silky mouth of her pussy and plucked at it,
sending muscular spasms through the wet flesh.
Then he bored into her. His big cock pushed aside the oiled folds of inner tissues and
ran slickly into her body. Deep – far up her cunt.
"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned, tossing her head to the side, unable to look into his large
brown eyes any more.
She gasped again and again. Her pussy sucked and pulsed lustfully around the thick
prod.
If this was rape, it was thrilling!
Shadow stretched his forelegs out along the sides of her chest and lay against her body.
His warm fur covered her belly and chest and thrusting tits. Her cone-shaped mounds
cradled him. He licked at her neck and face, kissing her.
His hips pumped and jerked. His prick fucked deeper and deeper, seeming to stretch
into her body. She could feel it throb and pulse inside her.
It wasn't like Wellington's prick had been. It was nothing like Norman's. It was alive
and threatening. It jumped and beat with primitive, dark rhythms inside her body.
"Shadow... ohhhh, God..." she moaned, half fearful of him, half beside herself with wild
lust.
He grunted and moaned. He shook all over her. He inched up her body and made her
gasp.
The short hairs on his sheath prickled into the puffy, spread, wet cunt lips and filled her
with extra sensation.
She felt her twat suck and pulse at the strange intruders, as if it were trying to fuck his
sheath up inside her body as well as his big, throbbing prick.
He pumped and jerked. He began making sounds in the back of his throat. His prick
seemed to swell impossibly in her cunt.
Then she knew it was more than an illusion. It was swelling. He tried to fuck the big
shaft in and out, but it suddenly wouldn't slide any more.
"Ahhhgh!" she cried out, her eyes popping open.
He was stuck! That was what her mother had been yelling about last night. He actually
did get stuck! She felt her tissues pulled and pushed. She felt as if he would rip her cunt
inside out.
"Ahhhh, Shadow! Shadow!"
She gasped and panted. She flung her arms around his furry neck to cling to him, so
that there wouldn't be so much pushing and pulling inside her cunt.
He licked at her face and groaned again, and she felt his prick throb threateningly. He
was going to come!
The thought sent chills and thrills through her at the same time. She was going to have
her pussy flooded with dog-sperm!
Her cuntwalls flapped and pulsed. She sucked at his knotted cock as if she never
wanted to let it go. She panted harshly and felt great coils of sensation spring erect
inside her body and make her spine arch like a drawn bow.
"Shadow! God! I'm coming! Ohhh, you're making me come! Oh God! Fucking a dog!
Ohhh-aaaagh!"
She heaved and twisted. She pushed and pulled and tossed and thrashed her legs. Her
tits swelled around the sides of his bony rib cage, and her nipples poked into his hot
fur.
She felt his body shudder strongly on top of hers. She felt his prick throb and pulse in
the depths of her cunt. Then the great blast of sperm, hot and burning, jetted and hosed
into the depths of her pussy.
His cock fucked deep and fully into her. His sperm filled her squishy tunnel full of
thick, slippery, syrupy juice until she couldn't hold any more of it and it ran out her
pussy and down her asscrack onto the bed.
"Ahhhhgh!" she cried throatily, letting the passion and lust inside her chest come out in
a full-throated cry.
It was all right. She could yell as loudly as she wanted to. She didn't have to hold it
back the way her mother had last night. There was no one in the house.
At least, that's what she thought.


Chapter 8

Mindy lay under Shadow and gasped and throbbed all over. Her body had never tingled
so much in her life. She didn't know what to think. It had been thrilling. But it had
been scary for a minute, too.
She looked up at Shadow. He didn't have that threatening look on his face any more.
He was just old Shadow again, panting and friendly and happy.
She heard a short gasp.
She opened her eyes wide and jerked stiffly and looked down the length of the bed
toward the door. It was open. Robin stood there her eyes staring and wide.
"Robin!" Mindy squeaked. "What are you doing there!"
"Oh, Mindy!" Robin gasped, still staring. "Mindy, you fucked him! I knew you would! I
just knew it!"
"What are you doing in our house!" Mindy cried again.
Robin's head jerked slightly, and her expression returned to near normal.
"I – well, I come in all the time, Mindy, you know that. Just the way you come into our
house. Mindy, come on – it's all right. We're friends, remember? Good friends."
"You weren't supposed to know I was home."
"But I did. I saw your mother driving past our house, and she said you were home. I
called, but you didn't answer, and then I knew what you were going to do – here all
alone with Shadow. I just knew it."
"And you came over to catch me?" Mindy cried. She pushed at Shadow. He got off her
readily and sat on the bed and licked his red, stiff prick.
Robin stared into the vee of Mindy's thighs. She saw the thick wads of sperm and
pussyjuice foaming from her slippery hole. She sucked in her breath and clamped her
hand over her own pussy, squeezing it through the tight shorts she wore. She did it as if
unaware of doing it.
Mindy clamped her thighs shut and covered her cunt with her hand. "Don't stare at
me, Robin," she pleaded.
"Ohhhh, Mindy – I didn't come over here just to catch you. Really I didn't. I came
over to – to join you!"
She stuck her head through the doorway and called down the hall. "Welly! Here,
Welly!"
There was the clatter of paws on the hall floor and the panting sound that was so
familiar to Mindy. Then Wellington rounded the corner in a blur of deep-red russet
and saw Shadow and barked in greeting.
They were old friends. Shadow barked back and jumped off the bed to go up and sniff
noses with Wellington. They began to romp and play together.
Robin came to the bed and sat on the edge of it. She looked earnestly at Mindy.
"Oh, Mindy, my pussy's on fire! You don't know what it looked like to see Shadow
fucking you that way. Ohhhh!" She shivered, squeezing the sides of her tits with her
arms.
Mindy looked at her. The feelings of a little while ago, when she didn't give a damn
about Robin, began to pass. She looked into the girl's lap, where the tight shorts were
pinched around the puffy meat of her pussy.
She imagined the way her pussy had looked yesterday, the way it had smelled and
tasted and had been so silky against her tongue and lips.
"Ohhhh, Robin – I'll put the fire out in your pussy for you. Is that what you wanted?
Did you want me to suck your cunt off for you again?"
Robin sucked in her breath and squeezed her cunt, spreading her thighs wide so that
she could cup it firmly.
"I-If you want, Mindy," she gasped. "But that wasn't why I came over. I brought Welly
with me. I knew you were going to fuck Shadow. I thought – I thought we could both
do it! Ohhh, as soon as I saw your mother go by, I got so hot I nearly let Wellington
fuck me at home, and then I thought how much more fun it would be if we could do it
together."
"Where's Norman today?" Mindy asked. "I thought you liked to have his prick drilling
into your pussy."
"We had a fight yesterday after you left," Robin said, her voice petulant, her mouth
pouting.
Mindy looked at her hopefully. All trace of the earlier indifference for Robin vanished,
and her heart pounded.
"You did? What about? About me? Gee, I wouldn't want to make you break up or
anything."
Robin looked at her. "That's a lot of bull," she smiled. "But it wasn't about you. He was
sore because I made Wellington fuck him in the ass while he was fucking you. The ass.
He deserved it," she said firmly.
Mindy agreed. But she didn't say so. She watched her friend squeeze at her pussy.
Shadow and Wellington romped back into the room and opened their mouths at each
other, trying to chomp playfully at each other's muzzles, tails wagging, forepaws
clawing through the air gently.
"Welly licked my pussy last night. I kind of wanted him to fuck me, too, but I was
afraid to try it. I thought..." She licked her lips and squeezed her pussy again. "Ohhhh,
Mindy, I'm so hot! I want to try it! How was it with Shadow? God, the way you yelled
through the house, I thought you were being murdered!"
The word was sobering. It made her think quickly of Susan. It made her remember the
feeling of being raped by Shadow. But the way her body hummed right now felt
wonderful.
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" Mindy smiled.
She reached for Robin. She pulled the knit blouse from the waistband of the shorts and
lifted it up her body. The tipped, sweet ends of Robin's tits came into view.
Mindy bent forward and sucked the end of one into her mouth, compressing her lips
around the firm flesh, flipping the suddenly spiked nipple with the tip of her tongue.
"Ohhhh, God," Robin moaned, cupping the back of Mindy's head, arching her spine so
that the tit fit more firmly between her lips. "I'm so hot! I've been hot all day!"
Mindy took her mouth away and lifted the blouse over Robin's head. The firm tits
bobbed freely and beautifully. She didn't want either of the dogs to fuck her sweet
body. But she licked her lips and undid the fastenings at the waist of the shorts.
Robin fairly trembled with excitement and anticipation. She stood up and pushed the
shorts and her panties down, rolling them over her hips and the round swells of her
pert ass.
Her auburn bush puffed out from her mound, and her pussylips were already bloated
apart and damp.
Mindy reached forward again and passed her hand over the sweet cunt. "Ohhh, let me
lick it, Robin," she said huskily. "Let me suck you off!"
She wrapped her arms around Robin's hips and ass and pulled her middle toward her
face. Her tongue came out and lapped up the silky groove of her twat, and flavor burst
through her senses.
"Ohhh, Mindy!" Robin gasped. "God, that feels good!"
"Let me – oh, let me!"
"Later, Mindy. Oh, later. I've got my heart set on being fucked. My pussy's just
twitching for it!"
Mindy backed away under the gentle pressure of Robin's hand against her forehead.
She felt crushed. But she knew there was nothing she could do but comply. Her chance
had come anyway. If Norman would only stay out of the picture, then Robin would be
hers. And they could fuck the dogs together and then she could suck that sweet,
wonderful pussy and then maybe – maybe Robin would...
"Ohhhh, God, I'm getting hot again!" she gasped, squeezing her thighs together.
She thought of Robin's sweet mouth on her pussy. The wildest dream of all. She
shuddered as if she'd had a small orgasm just from her thoughts.
"Welly – ohhh, Welly! Come here, Welly!" Robin gasped softly, sitting on the bed
again, spreading her legs wide so that her pussy sucked open.
Wellington stopped playing with Shadow and glanced around at his mistress. Robin
snapped her fingers, and the big Irish panted and came toward her.
Shadow stood and watched. Wellington went between her thighs and panted up at her.
Robin ran her hand through her wet meat and let him sniff her fingers.
He licked them. Shadow's ears cocked, and he came forward to watch, giving Mindy a
winking look and then cocking his ears again as he watched Wellington sniff at Robin's
open pussy.
Wellington's tail wagged. He stuck his nose into the damp vee of Robin's thighs and
sniffed at her pussy. He licked his chops and remembered the flavor from last night. He
licked out at her cunt and ran his tongue up the silky groove.
"Ohhh, Welly!" Robin gasped. "That's it, boy – lick it!"
Mindy watched the Irish lap. She sucked in her breath. His tongue just flopped over the
puffy cuntmeat. He kept wagging his tail and lifting his head up and looking around at
Shadow and barking softly.
In a moment, Shadow came forward and nudged Wellington's muzzle away from the
quivering cunt. His experienced tongue slithered out and squirreled all over Robin's
split pussy and then drilled up all the way into her sopping cunt.
"Ahhhh! Eeeee – God!" she cried. "Mindy! He's eating me alive! Ohhhh, Christ, what a
cunt-licker!"
Wellington's droopy ears lifted, and his head cocked. He watched Shadow intently.
Then Shadow backed away. The two dogs looked at each other. Mindy could have
sworn they were communicating.
Wellington came forward and imitated Shadow, making his tongue slither and dip and
lap and roll and drill. Robin sucked in her breath again and again, gasping hard.
"Ah! Ah! Wonderful! Welly! God! Just like Shadow!"
Mindy's eyes widened, and she looked at her mongrel dog with disbelief.
But she'd seen it happen. He'd taught Wellington how to lick cunt! She swirled her
hand over her twat and moaned with sudden heat.
"Robin – turn around! Get on your knees and lean over the bed! Ohhh, stick your ass
out and let Shadow show Wellington how to fuck you!"
Robin shivered and jerked all over. She held Wellington's sleek head in her hands and
kept his muzzle glued to her pussy. His head was turning and twisting in her hands as
he made his tongue slither in and out and lick her pussy clean.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to come! God, I can't believe it! I thought Norman was good! He
stinks! God! Ohhh!"
"No – don't come yet!" Mindy cried.
She got off the bed beside Robin. She got on her knees and thrust her ass out behind
her.
"Shadow! Come fuck my ass, Shadow! Ohhhh, show Wellington how to fuck!"
Mindy hadn't wanted a dog to fuck Robin's sweet pussy. Now she did. If she thought
Wellington licked her cunt so much better than Norman did, then maybe Shadow
could teach him to fuck her much better also. And then Norman was out of the picture
and her way for good.
"Up, Shadow – up!" she cried, shaking her ass back at her watching dog.
Shadow howled and hurried toward her. He leaped up over her butt and gripped her
hips and waist with his paws, just the way he had with her mother last night.
His hips bucked and pumped, and his prick stole from his sheath until it was fully
pointed and exposed.
Mindy gasped with sudden heat. This wasn't the same as being fucked from the front.
It was more animalistic, more exciting. Hot fur covered her ass and sent sensation
tingling through it.
Wellington lifted his sleek head and looked over at Shadow. He cocked his ears and
whimpered, and his prick came bounding out of its sheath and throbbed under his
belly.
"Ohhhh, don't stop licking! Welly, lick my pussy! Ohhhh!" Robin groaned, swirling her
hand over her trembling twat.
"Get on your knees, Robin!" Mindy gasped. "Oh, I can feel his prick! Ah, it stabbed
into my butt. No, lower, Shadow – lower and to the right!"
She arched her spine and elevated her pussy. Her cunt split wide apart. Juice dripped
from her lips and fell to the floor. Her clit strained outward from the top of her cleft
and throbbed heatedly.
Shadow's pricktip poked and prodded and sought her sweet, silky pussy. The pointed
lance stabbed into her slippery cunt lips and then funneled into her cunt for a long
stroke.
"Ahhh, yes!" she cried, lifting her head.
"Mindy! Ohhh, he's fucking you! I can see it! God – I want that!"
Robin slid off the bed and knelt beside Mindy. She pushed her ass out at Wellington
and gasped, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Up, Welly! Fuck my ass!"
Wellington looked at her weaving butt. His tail swished over the floor. He looked at
Shadow and then at Mindy. His cock jerked and throbbed.
He mounted Robin's ass and bucked forward with his hips, licking at the air with his
long tongue at the same time.
Shadow looked over at him and barked softly, as if telling him to pay attention and do
it right. His prick was nearly a foot from Robin's pussy.
Wellington kept pumping at the air, pulling back on Robin's hips and waist with that
human-like grip.
Shadow slipped his prick from Mindy's cunt and dropped down. He gave a short growl
to Wellington and nudged him out of the way again, making him dismount from
Robin's butt.
The girls both looked with utter astonishment as Shadow hopped up on Robin's flaring
ass and pulled himself tightly against it.
"It's unbelievable!" Mindy cried softly. "He's actually teaching Wellington!"
"Ohhhh, yes – teach him, teach him, Shadow! Fuck my ass! God, oh, God!"
Shadow pumped and jerked. His prick was wet with Mindy's cunt juice, and it shone
redly in the light. He stabbed and jerked, and then Robin lifted her head and bleated.
"Yaaah, he's fucking me! God! It's a big cock! Ohhhh, Mindy! It's big!"
She clutched at the bedcovering with her nails, bunching the material in claw-like
fingers. Her neck stretched forward, and Mindy could see the cords and veins stand out
and pulse.
"Ah! Ah!" Robin gasped.
She shook her butt backward. Her pussy sucked and pulled at the big prick running in
and out of it. Her cunt flowed and became completely sodden with sweet, slippery
honey.
Just as it was clear that she was going to come explosively, Shadow dropped down from
her ass and barked at Wellington.
Wellington pranced and barked back, then hopped up on Robin's butt again. He didn't
fool around this time. He drove right into her cunt with his big prick and fucked her
rapidly, covering her ass-cheeks with his red, hairy belly.
Shadow trotted back to Mindy and jumped up on her. His prick found her pussy right
away. The two dogs fucked and fucked, and the girls looked at each other and gasped
heatedly.
"Ohhh, I can't believe it!" Robin cried. "Mindy, it's wonderful! He just pumps and
pumps! God, it's like a fucking machine!"
"I know, I know! Ohhh, Robin, is it better than Norman? Can Wellington fuck better
than Norman?"
"Ohhhh-aaagh!" Robin gasped, opening her mouth wide.
Her eyes rolled. She couldn't answer. She didn't even want to answer. There wasn't any
need to.
The answer was clear.
Her whole body convulsed and jerked and spasmed. Wellington's paws gripped her
tightly, and his ass dove inward as he sank his prick into her pussy to the limit, fucking
his sheath halfway in between her bloated, drooling lips besides.
Her head shook. Her tits swelled. Her nipples sprouted and spiked into the bedding.
She ppened her mouth again and let a cry roll out of her throat, long and wailing.
"I'm cominnnnng!" she squealed.
Wellington growled softly and lapped at the air with his long tongue. He shuddered.
His tail stopped wagging. He pumped all the way into her cunt and seemed to jitter.
His balls drew up and throbbed, and his big load squirted hotly into the depths of
Robin's cunt.
"Filling me! Ohhhh, he's stuck! Mindy, his prick swelled, and it's stuck! Ahhhgh, I'm
going to come again!"
She was so terribly excited she did, thrashing and churning, her pussy sucking and
pulling at the swollen prick in her pussy. Sperm shot backwards from her pussy and
drooled along Wellington's sheath.
Shadow growled suddenly. It was as if he'd been waiting for his pupil to do the job
right before letting go himself.
Then he lunged forward and made his cock throb and pulse and squirt into Mindy's
writhing cunt, flooding the slippery, silky tunnel until she couldn't hold it all.
Her head lifted, and she bleated again, singing out her orgasm along with Robin.
Neither one of them noticed the figure that came into the doorway and stood watching
the orgy.


Chapter 9

"Well! God, I knew it! I just knew you were going to fuck my Shadow!"
"Mother!" Mindy cried, the word more a gasp than a cry of alarm. She looked at her
mother and shuddered out the last pulse of her strong orgasm.
"Mrs. Chase!" Robin cried. "Ohhhh, my God!"
She looked ready to cry. She shouldn't have. Helen gasped and came into the bedroom,
already running the zipper of her dress down her back.
"I knew you two girls were up to something yesterday. Ohhhh, Robin – you've brought
Wellington over. How wonderful! God, move over, girls! Shadow – baby! Come fuck
Mommy too!"
She stripped nearly naked. She didn't take her pantyhose all the way off. She slipped
the garment below her knees and hobbled over to the bed, climbing on top of it.
"Ohhhh, what a lovely scene to come home to. Aren't you glad I lied to you, Mindy?
Now we can all have fun. Now there are no more secrets between us, are there?"
"There weren't any secrets, Mom," Mindy said.
"Shadow was my secret. But now I don't have to keep him secret any more. Not from
you. Isn't he a wonderful fucker! Ohhhh, if your father could only fuck like that I
might... ohhhh, come to Mommy, baby!"
She opened her legs as far as she could. It wasn't far enough to suit her. She lifted her
knees and stripped the pantyhose all the way off, making herself totally nude.
The girls watched her. Her tits jiggled and bounced. They were nearly as firm and
youthful as the girls'. Her ass-cheeks were nearly as round and tight, too.
She swirled her hand over her pussy and made her pubes spread with the bloating of
her cunt lips. Shadow yipped softly and jumped up onto the bed, his tail wagging fast
and happily.
"Ohhhh, baby – I hope you're not all fucked out. Did Mindy's hot little pussy drain
your big prick dry, sweetie?"
She wrapped her arms around Shadow's neck and hugged him tightly to her. She lifted
her head and kissed the side of his muzzle, her lips parted, hot breath puffing between
them.
"Mother..." Mindy gasped, watching it. She looked at Robin. Robin seemed enthralled.
Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were big and staring.
Shadow lifted his head and turned it toward Wellington. He barked softly, and
Wellington's tail wagged. He sniffed around the foot of the bed a moment then put a
paw up on it. He glanced at Robin as if for permission. He got it from Shadow in the
form of another bark.
Wellington hopped up on the bed and hovered around Helen's spread pussy, on the
other side of her body from where Shadow was. He panted excitedly, and his prick
thrust from his red sheath.
Helen sucked in her breath. She looked at the two dogs. She let out a soft moan. She
glanced at the two girls and then at the dogs again.
"Both of them..." she whispered shakily. "Ohhhh, both of them!"
Robin and Mindy looked at each other. Robin licked her lips and swallowed. She put
her hand to her pussy and shook it, thinking nothing of doing it in front of Mindy's
mother.
Helen wrapped her arm around Wellington's neck too. She licked her lips and puffed
uncontrollably, her chest heaving up and down, her tits bobbing with the movement.
"Mother..." Mindy said again, her tone questioning, a little shocked.
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Can Wellington fuck, Robin? Have you taught him as well as I've
taught Shadow?"
"Shadow taught him, Mrs. Chase," Robin gasped.
Helen smiled and kissed Shadow open-mouthed again. "You wonderful, smart doggie!"
she cried.
Mindy shivered. She tried not to make a face, but she couldn't help it.
"Mrs. Chase..." Robin started. "How can you do it with both of them?"
She gasped. She jiggled her hand over her pussy again and let out a quivery moan.
"Does Wellington like to lie on his back, Robin? Some dogs don't mind it. Does he?
Have you fucked him that way?"
"I – this is the first time he's fucked me, Mrs. Chase," Robin gasped, getting the picture
now. Her ass-hole burned suddenly, pulsing and throbbing. She gasped and looked at
Mindy.
"Mother... "
"Shadow-likes it," Helen said, puffing. "Ohhhh, baby, get on your back, darling!
Mommy's going to get on top of you this time!"
She roiled on the bed. She urged Shadow onto his back. He didn't protest. He licked
his chops, and his paws stuck up in the air.
Wellington looked at him and cocked his head. Then he lay down on the bed and
rolled over the way Shadow was doing.
"What a pupil!" Helen laughed. "Wellington, get up. Robin?"
"Up, Welly!" Robin called to him.
Wellington twisted and got to his feet again, wagging his tail sheepishly. He sat down
and watched, confusion all over his face.
Helen moaned and got to her knees. She put her hand over her cunt-mound.
She reached down with her other hand and massaged Shadow's bulging sheath. His
scarlet prick jerked quickly out and throbbed. The girls watched her wrap her fingers
around the hard stalk and jack it for him until he groaned in the back of his throat.
"Mother..." Mindy groaned too.
Helen kept jacking Shadow. "Ohhhh, my baby's all fucked out. His prick's only a little
stiff. Mindy, how many times has your greedy little pussy fucked him."
"Mother..."
Helen didn't demand an answer. She bent over. The girls both gasped. They watched
her mouth open, her red, full lips part. They watched her tongue appear between them.
Then they watched her face go down against Shadow's belly and her lips wrap around
the pointed stalk of his prick and suck it deeply into her mouth.
"Oh, God, Mother..." Mindy moaned.
Shadow licked his chops and wriggled. His paws flailed the air gently. He groaned deep
in his chest again. Wellington sat and watched and twisted his head back and forth. His
cock jerked and throbbed from his sheath, and he dipped his head under his belly to
lick the pulsing shaft.
Helen sucked Shadow's cock for a long time. At last, she pulled back and tossed her
blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled, licking her lips.
"His prick tastes like pussyjuice," she said, smiling at her daughter. "Honey, you're
going to have to take it easy on him. If we're both going to fuck him, we'll have to
share fairly. He's getting a little to old for seven times a day any more."
She giggled and shook her pussy up and down again, letting her fingertip slide along
her wet, pulsing groove and circle her clit.
"Seven-Mother..." Mindy gasped.
"I used to. I swear I did. Think of it, Mindy. Seven hard fucks a day. What man could
possibly keep up with that. Could Norman, Robin?"
"Gosh, no!" Robin gasped.
"I'll bet he can't even fuck as well as Wellington just once, can he?"
Robin lowered her eyes and flushed.
"Come on, I know he's fucked you. I even know he's fucked Mindy. Yesterday. Isn't
that what happened yesterday, Mindy? You had a big party over at Robin's – the three
of you?" She looked at Mindy.
"The four of us," Robin laughed, jiggling her pussy too.
"That's what I thought," Helen said. She gasped suddenly. Her clit throbbed from her
slit. She circled it with the tip of her finger one more time and then straddled Shadow,
centering her spread, dripping pussy over his sheath and straining cock.
She lowered her hips. She made her ass stick out behind. She waggled it and looked at
Wellington.
"Robin – make him fuck me!" she gasped.
She reached down and held Shadow's pointed, slippery cock in her hand. She angled it
upward. Shadow groaned and twisted, and his prick throbbed.
She squatted over the lancing tip. She guided the thick organ into her pussy and sat
fully on it, making it sink all the way into her cunt. She manipulated her clit one more
time and lifted her head and groaned heatedly.
"Ohhhh, make him fuck my ass-hole, Robin! I want them both at once!"
"God, Mother – God!" Mindy choked suddenly.
Her nose wrinkled. Her eyes squinted. She looked at her mother and nearly gagged.
Helen didn't seem to notice. She made her butt weave and toss. Robin gasped and
hurried behind her. She looked at the pulsing ass-hole and the dripping pussy that was
stuffed with scarlet dog-cock. She reached out for Wellington and got him around
behind Helen's ass.
She urged him to nuzzle the round, weaving butt. Wellington looked at it and licked
into the deep crack and made Helen gasp and moan and quiver.
Her pussy sucked around the hard prick up inside it. Her ass-hole sucked in and out.
"Guide him, Robin! Take his prick in your hand and point it right into my ass-hole!
Ohhh, hurry – hurry!"
Mindy gasped silently. She watched her mother's wanton lust, the expression on her
face.
It was suddenly too much – all too much. Kissing a dog with your mouth open, as if
you were going to French him.
Sucking his prick between your lips.
Fucking two of them at once.
It was all too much.
She stood up and backed away from the bed. It didn't help. Even from a distance, it was
still too much.
She watched Robin bend over, her tits dangling, her sweet pussy dripping the load of
sperm Wellington had flooded into it. Her nose wrinkled again.
She had sucked that pussy. She'd licked all the juice from it and had wanted more.
She'd wanted to suck it again just a little while ago.
She didn't want to suck it now.
She watched Robin's eager expression. She looked at the flare of Robin's ass. She
looked at her mother's ass. She watched Wellington mount the round butt, covering it
with red fur.
She watched Robin's fingers reach under his belly and touch his prick, the way she'd
done it yesterday. A little shiver ran through Robin's body as she felt the iron-hard cock
again.
She wrapped her little fingers around it and had to jack it up and down, just the way
she'd watched Helen do it to Shadow.
No-no! Mindy cried inwardly. Don't suck it too!
Robin didn't hear her, of course. Her lips went slack. She licked them with her pink
tongue. She hesitated. Then she couldn't stand the suspense of it any more.
She opened her mouth and dipped her head and closed her eyes. Norman's cockWellington's cock...
Mindy gagged silently. There was a difference. And one was more disgusting than the
other.
The thing was, she now knew which was which.
She stood at the farthest point of the room just long enough to watch Robin pull back
from the shiny, scarlet dog's cock and lick her lips and then aim the pointed tip toward
her mother's pulsing ass-hole.
"Ahhhhgh, yes! Both of them! Ohhhh, two big beautiful dog pricks fucking into me at
once!"
"Me next, Mrs. Chase! Me next!" Robin cried heatedly, running one hand along
Helen's body and swirling the other over her steaming young pussy.
The dogs humped and fucked. Helen twisted her body and sucked the two pricks into
her holes. If there'd been a third dog there, she would have sucked it off and swallowed
the hot, jetting sperm from the pointed tip.
Mindy knew she would.
Her mother.
Her best friend.
"Oh, God..." she moaned softly, spinning around and fleeing the room.
She ran down the hallway. Her stomach churned. She wanted to be sick. She staggered
into the living room and leaned against an end table and sucked air into her lungs over
and over. She could hear her mother squealing and moaning.
The front door opened.
Mindy whipped her head around, gasping. "Daddy!" she cried.
He stopped dead still and looked at her with wide, startled eyes. "Pigeon, you're
undressed," he said. His voice was flat. It sounded like a stupid remark, but he didn't
know what else to say. He didn't get home early every day, but if this was what he'd
find when he got there, he was going to try a little harder.
"Oh, Daddy!" Mindy cried, running to him, heedless of her nudity. That didn't matter
any more. Not with him. Not ever again.
She flew into his arms and hugged her firm, young body against his, pressing her tits
against his chest, pushing her shaking pussy against his middle until she felt the hump
of his male cock.
It felt good against her twat. God, it felt good!
His arms went around her naked back automatically. "Hey, now – what's the matter,
pigeon?"
"Oh, Daddy – hold me!"
Helen squealed with orgasm just then. Trumpeted. Yelled at the top of her voice as two
dog-cocks shot sperm into her writhing body.
Ken looked up. "What the hell's going on in there?"
"Daddy – don't go in! Don't look! Ohhh, Daddy, don't!"
He pushed her aside, unwrapping himself from her. She pleaded with him again. He
went down the hall, seeking the source of the sound. He paused in front of her
bedroom door.
Mindy watched him, her hand to her mouth. He simply stood there. His shoulders
seemed to slump. After a moment, he turned silently away, his head lowered. He
walked slowly back to the living room.
Mindy watched him. He lifted his head finally and looked at her. He sighed heavily.
His eyes went up and down her body finally, as if really noticing her nudity for the first
time.
"Daddy, I-I couldn't stand it in there.
She... ohhh, Daddy, hold me! Hold me tightly! Take me away from her! Leave her,
Daddy, leave her! It's been that way for years! Her and Shadow! Daddy, just the two of
us – please!"
He sighed again. He came up to her. He looked down at her heaving tits and her naked
pussy. He put his arms about her slim waist. He looked directly into her eyes. There
was a wan smile that came to his lips.
"Poor pigeon," he said softly. He leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly and gently,
the touch full of warmth and love. "It all makes sense to me now."
"All what, Daddy?"
"Her. The way she was. The things she said. The way I could never get a moment's
tenderness from her. The way I had to fight for a fuck now and then."
"Like last night?"
"Like last night. You watched?"
"Yes."
"I wondered. I thought I heard something by the door. I knew it wasn't Shadow,
because I'd put him out."
"And you – you didn't say anything?"
He smiled and tipped her head up. "I wouldn't embarrass you for anything, honey. You
know that. I love you too much. Besides – maybe I was hoping you'd watch. Hoping
you'd see how it was. And then hoping you'd see how wrong it was and not copy her
with your husband."
"Daddy..."
"Hey, now. Don't stiffen up at the word. Oh, I know what she's said all these years
since Susan... I know how you must feel about men by now, what you must think. It
has to change, Mindy. She was wrong. What happened to Susan was tragic. But not all
men are animals. The thing your mother doesn't understand, however, is that all dogs
are. It's too late to change her mind and make her see that. I'm not sure I even want to
try anyway. But it's not too late for you, Mindy. You've got to change. You don't want
to end up like her."
"No. Ohhh, God, no!"
He hugged her tightly and smiled into her hair. "I'm glad you're shocked and disgusted.
It's a promising sign."
"Daddy, I want – oh, Daddy, don't hate me."
"Say it. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to change my mind, Daddy. Please? God, I want that!"
He pulled back and looked at her. "You know what you're saying, don't you, Pidge?"
"Exactly," she said firmly. She reached down and boldly cupped his crotch, feeling the
wealth of male organ there. "Daddy, I don't think I've ever felt anything more beautiful
in my life," she whispered.
He smiled. A new kind of sparkle came into his eyes, one that hadn't been there for a
long, long time.
"I haven't heard words that beautiful in eons, Mindy."
"I mean them."
"Do you?"
"Yes. Will you, Daddy?" He sighed again. "Honey, it's a no-no."
"I don't care. I need it. You know I do. Do you care?"
"What's to care any more? There are worse no-nos. Go look in your bedroom."
"I can't again. Never again. Daddy, let's go. Now. I'll get some dirty clothes out of the
laundry in back. I can't go in there again."
"All right," he said, his prick throbbing gently in the cupping warmth of her palm. He
glanced around the house. "Never liked this place anyway. Now there's a bad smell in
it."
"A doggie smell," she smiled.
He held his arm about her naked waist and went with her toward the back of the house
and the garage and the car that would lead them to fresh air again.


THE END