ANIMAL COUSINS
By John Kellerman


Foreword

The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the
ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from
family and peer group alike. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth
appear to be more marked than ever before.
We hear constant reports of the pervasive use of drugs in our schools. Of shoplifting
and other petty – and not so petty – crimes. Of promiscuity and dangerous VD
epidemics.
Susan Pearson is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence.
She finds herself plagued by her powerful emotions, sometimes feeling guilty about her
awakening sexuality, sometimes getting angry over imagined slights and youthful
misjudgments. When Susan is forced to live with her aunt and uncle on their farm, she
is eager for the offered companionship of her older cousin Lou Ann – until she
discovers the depth of her beautiful cousin's perversity. Then Susan is caught in a
crossfire of emotion – condemning her cousin, on the one hand; wondering how it
would feel if she tried it, on the other.
ANIMAL COUSINS – the story of one average young American girl's coming of age.
A lesson to us all. A reminder, once again, that growing up is not easy.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Honey, we want you to know you're welcome. It's not that you ain't welcome."
Susan's aunt pulled at a hank of stringy hair and nodded at her husband.. Susan
thought she caught him looking at her pussy. Though she hadn't seen Uncle Tom since
she was a child, this surprised her. She rubbed her sweaty hands together and smiled
thinly. Her bag was between her feet where she sat at the big round breakfast table.
Yes, he was looking at her pussy! Susan pretended not to notice. Her Aunt Rita was
twisting her mouth into something half-smile, half-frown.
"The thing is that it's just plain tough for farmers nowadays. What with the gov'ment
all fouled up and the monopolies taking over it puts a squeeze on folks like us. Ain't
that right, Thomas?"
"Sure, sure." He licked his lips, grinned at Susan. "But Susan's not gonna mind helping
out."
Susan nodded eagerly. "Oh, no! I'll help! I'll do anything needs to be done and I'm a
fast learner!" Her aunt looked about to bust out all over with smiling.
"I told you she'd just be fine, Tom." She reached out a work-gnarled hand and took
Susan's. "And I was awful sorry to hear about your ma getting sent up to Norman,
honey. I hope your father knows what his running off like that did to her. I never did
think that Marsha was too stable. I mean with all that Jesus stuff she was always
babbling about." Rita blinked rapidly and watched Susan for a reaction. "Not that we
don't all love Jesus around here. But too much of a good thing... oh, you know what I
mean."
"Yes, ma'am." Susan felt uncomfortable. Tom was staring at her crotch again. She was
wishing she had worn something baggy and sexless for the busride down from
Oklahoma City. Short dresses weren't even in style anymore but she didn't have many
clothers. She owned what was in the small battered bag at her feet. A pair of cowboy
boots and a pair of sandals. A couple pairs of Levi's, a jean jacket, some T-shirts and
tops. Considering the last few months of turmoil in her family, she felt fortunate to
have what little she possessed and be away from that house.
"Why don't you show Susy where she'll be sleeping and let her look around the place?
Let her get used to things." Her aunt laughed. "We won't be putting you to work today
anyhow."
"Yes, ma'am." Susan picked up her bag and waited for Uncle Tom to come around the
table. Rita put her arm around her shoulders. "Remember you can stay as long as long
as you want. You're part of the family now."
Susan had never felt very close to her aunt and uncle. They seemed either very simple
or cunning in a way she didn't understand. But she was grateful for what little
hospitality they offered. She would be sixteen in a week. Besides them she had no one.
The last time she'd visited her mother in the state mental asylum, there'd been no
recognition in those tired, colorless eyes. Funny how her mother's eyes had gotten
washed out over the years until finally Susan couldn't describe what color they were.
Dishwater grey maybe.
She followed Uncle Tom up the stairs. The house was an old frame two-story that sat
on the windy side of a ridge. She'd come here once as a small girl but the place had
seemed larger then, more grand. Now the wallpaper was spotted and peeling. Paint
curled from the ceiling of the stairwell. Her uncle looked back at her as they climbed.
His mustache seemed the color of her mother's eyes. She could see his upper lip
through it. His belly hung over his belt a little and the heel was coming off one of his
work shoes.
"You got to be a real pretty girl, Susan." Susan blushed. Ordinarily she wouldn't have.
But Tom had given her the compliment very un-uncle like.
"This here's Nolan's room. He's our boarder. Nice kid." Her uncle shuffled down the
hallway in the rocking gait Susan remembered. "Nolan's studying at the extension
college in town and working part-time driving a butane truck. That feller means to
make something of his self and he always pays the rent a day early."
They came to the room at the end of the hall. Susan held her breath as her uncle
pushed the door open and motioned for her to follow him in. It wasn't so bad. White
curtains blew out from the open window. The bed looked deep enough to drown in.
There was an ancient dresser with a big oval mirror.
"You'll have to share the bathroom of course." Uncle Tom motioned with a jerk of his
head. "Other end of the hall."
"It'll be just fine," Susan said, putting her bag down and going to the window. She
knew Uncle Tom was looking at the backs of her legs as she looked out over the pigpen
and the small corral and beyond over the top of the barn and small outbuildings where
her uncle stored equipment and the rusty, muddy tools of his trade.
"Your cousin's got the room by the bathroom. She's working at Bob's Truck Stop today,
waiting tables. Guess she'll be surprised to see how big you grown."
"How old is Lou Ann now? Susan asked. She didn't really care, but the attention her
uncle was giving to her body was starting to unnerve her. She felt like making
conversation.
"Le's see," Uncle Tom said, scrutinizing her ankles now, "she oughta be round twentysix, 
twenty-seven I guess." He laughed. "Say, how do you get them little sandals to hang
on your feet anyway?"
Susan shrugged, "Don't know. They just do."
"Cutest little things I ever did see," he went on. He licked his thin mustache, shook
himself as if her would've like to have stayed to watch her change her clothes. "Well,
you take a look around the place and relax. Make yourself to home."
When Tom was gone, Susan slid the small bolt closed on her door. There wasn't any
key, nothing so fancy here. She got out of her dress, into a pair of Levi's and her
cowboy boots. Then she pulled a faded T-shirt over her small tits and looked at herself
in the mirror. The T-shirt showed an inch of her belly but it would have to do. She
rubbed her tits gingerly. They'd been sore all week. They did that sometimes, got sore
for no special reason.
Susan turned to examine her profile. The jeans were tight enough to show her pert butt.
It swelled out in a gentle curve from the small of her back and the denim pulled up
against the two halves of her ass tightly. Susan had still not become used to the changes
that had taken place during the past months. Her hips were widening and it had the
effect of making her waist seem as if it were shrinking. Susan put her hands at the tops
of her hips, turned again. Okay, she'd go have a look around. She knew her aunt well
enough to realize that tomorrow she'd be sweeping, washing dishes, hanging clothes...
the works.
Susan clomped down the steps and out the back door. Her aunt smiled at her, as she
cut across the yard towards the barn. The dogs came around a shed and began to bark,
stopping the noise as they sniffed around her heels. She remembered one of them
vaguely. Four years ago it'd been just a puppy. A big, furry dog with more Collie in it
than anything else. The others were obviously Jake's offspring. Funny name for a dog.
Jake.
"Hey, Jake, remember me?"
Jake snuffled wetly at her outstretched hand. But when she turned to walk away, he put
his long nose up between her thighs and rubbed her there.
"Bad dog... get away!" She swung weakly at him. Jake dodged back playfully and as she
continued walking, brushed the crack of her ass once again. Susan decided to ignore
him. She went through the open barn, remembering the smells of spoiled hay and
stored sacks of grain in the bins. When she came out on the other side, she was out of
sight of the house. Uncle Tom had built another smaller barn in a low place between
two small hillocks. It was meadowland there and Susan bent to get through a barb-wire
fence and walked through the ankle-high grass and wildflowers. The dogs hurried
around her feet. She saw that two of Jake's offspring were males, the other a small and
timid female.
There was a large pile of hay, covered with a tarp on top, open at the bottom. Susan
walked around it. The dogs stopped to snuffle at a the traces of a rodent or snake or
something. Glad to be rid of their bothersome affection, Susan went down a path she'd
found. It was familiar, this path. But she wasn't certain where it was taking her. Until
she saw the pond. Rock and sand at one end, thick to she shoreline with low, close
bushes on three sides. She'd gone swimming there three summers ago. The sun was
warm on her bare arms. She looked around. The pond had a natural kind of privacy. A
way off, in the direction of the farm, she heard a tractor start up. Tom would be doing
afternoon plowing. Susan sat down on a flat, warm boulder and shucked her boots,
folding her socks carefully inside. Then she wiggled her tight jeans down and draped
them on the rock. Her T-shirt came next, and the sensation of her long light-brown
hair tumbling down over her naked shoulders made her shiver with a strange
excitement. Being half-naked right out under the sky like that. Susan touched the elastic
of her panties, then decided to leave them on. They were too shear to get very wet and
she would feel safe somehow with them covering her.
The dogs didn't hit the water until she was almost thigh deep in the warm pond. Susan
hadn't heard them coming, just the splash as they plunged at her from the bank. She
turned, amused more than scared. Her feet went a little deeper in the muddy bottom.
Jake couldn't find any footing this far from shore she knew, and yet when he pressed
his black muzzle against her crotch, he seemed to know exactly how to keep afloat. She
pushed his head away and felt another dog coming at her from behind.
"Jake! Go home... get away... Ohhhhh!" It had been the sudden warmth of his tongue
pulled quickly across the underside of her cunt-mound – the contact between the dog's
mouth and the slight chill of the pond. And even through the silky-thin panties she'd
experienced a keen friction. Another male was prodding her ass with his nose. She
twisted her body to get a hand on him. Jake whimpered oddly and went at her crotch
again. This time, his tongue warmed the inner flesh of her thigh. She felt like she was
floundering, losin' ground against these silly farm dogs. She swatted ineffectually at
them and waded for the shore.
Jake pounced against her back with both paws when she was ankle-deep in water. The
sucking mud of the bottom and his momentum sent her down on her knees with a
splash. In an instant she felt him mount her from behind, felt something hard push in
the softness of one ass-cheek.
"Jake! Bad dog!" This was getting ridiculous. Susan was red-faced with the fear that by
some circumstance she was being observed. Of course there was no one within a
quarter-mile of her. But she still felt terribly compromised. She crawled up the shore,
small rocks hurting her knees. Jake was heavy. His big paws hung down on each side of
her chest and he hunched at her with his powerful haunches. She could clearly feel his
cock now. It was jabbing at the tautly stretched silk that covered the crack of her ass.
The other dogs slavered near her face. One licked her tit. He was on his side in the
muddy water, licking the cold-dimpled nipple, wetting her belly now and whimpering
like Jake was doing. What the hell was happening to her! She'd never in her life seen
dogs behave like this. And though she was embarrassed and shocked and even a little
scared, the touches of their wet, rough tongues were... were doing something to her.
"Get away, Jake! Go home!" She was trying to get to her feet. The big mongrel Collie
wrestled her down again. He growled low in his throat. Susan felt panic flooding her
mind. She rolled onto her side, kicking out at the soft, hot mouths that seemed
suddenly to be devouring her. The dog had clamped one of her ankles in his teeth. He
wasn't biting hard, but he had a firm grasp and when she tried to pull away, he tugged
the leg upwards, spreading her to Jake's attack. Jake bobbed and weaved between her
legs. Susan was panting from fear and exertion and she could see the angry, red cock
that hung beneath his body. It had pushed out of the furry sheath where a dog's cock
was hidden except during times of mating. It was slender, not very big around. But it
was long. And it glistened with the animal's juices.
"Ohhh, noooo!" Susan clawed mud under her fingernails, dug her heels in as she tried
to crawfish up the bank. One of Jake's offspring took her wrist in his mouth and
dumped her backwards. She saw the Collie's head sweep down between her thighs and
the next instant felt the silken crotchpiece pulled away from her pubes, heard the sheer
nylon tearing.
"Jake! Get away! Bad dog!" She tried to close her thighs, but one dog still had her ankle
firmly in its mouth. She managed to get the other knee up, but it was too late. Jake
pranced away, flopping the crotchpiece of her pale yellow underwear like a trophy.
Another dog tried to tear the silken cloth away from him and there was a short,
snarling scuffle. Susan was panting now, crawling out of the water on her hands and
knees. But when she felt Jake's paws on her back again, she knew that this time she was
completely vulnerable, the shreds of silk dangling at her naked cunt. It was like a
nightmare... but happening. She rolled onto her back again and kicked with all her
might. But she felt weak, just like she always did when she was having a bad dream.
Jake plowed easily between her poorly aimed feet and she saw with horror that he was
going for her cunt.
The sensations that rolled up her belly made Susan arch her back, made her mouth
jerk. Jake had pushed his hot muzzle between the clinging lips of her pussy and forced
his tongue across her clit. Waves of tickly thrills coursed down her legs. She could feel
the thick fur of his neck against the insides of her thighs. And he licked her pussy
again. Not more than five seconds had passed. And she knew she had to get loose, had
to stop this dog from... from licking her cunt.
"Noooo! Ohhh, God, somebody help me!" The shredded nylon was wet now, wet with
the animal's frothing saliva. It stuck against her pubes, dampened the sparse brown
curls that lined her hot little slit. The other two males were licking her face, her tits. She
wasn't familiar with the friction against one small, pink nipple. The dog whined and
lapped and nuzzled in the swell of flesh. It was more than mere affection, more than an
overexcited dog. Even through her mind-screaming panic, Susan had the strange feeling
that these farm animals had done this to a girl before. Their manner seemed to hint
that they were encouraged and now were a little confused. At Susan's resistance.
If only she could get free for just a moment... get her jeans back on. But the two smaller
males were pinning her shoulders with their paws, licking her like crazy. She steeled
herself against the tickle over her nipples. But when one dog got some of her tit inside
his mouth and nipped down on it, his sharp teeth slid across the areola and Susan
arched her back from the exquisite sensation.
"Ohhh... dog... bad... b-b-bad..."
Somehow she got her fingers into the fur around his neck and struggled with the strong
animal. But he didn't want to give up the hot morsel of tit-flesh. It was like he was a
puppy suckling for milk. Susan's mind flip-flopped. Jake had put his big paws on her
thighs as he feasted on her seeping, steamy pussy. She couldn't stop the flood of juice
that bathed her tender membranes, and it seemed to be her cunt butter that was
exciting the mongrel Collie. He twisted his body ecstatically, pressing the hot black tip
of his nose deep inside her slit. She felt her labes slipping around to make room for him
to lick. He only licked her clitoris by accident, but when he did, she felt weak all over.
There was on odd tickling sensation that wasn't anything at all like the times she'd
played with herself in the tub. This was more intense, more of a crazy, tingling itch that
built like a inferno in the depth of her cunt. She could feel her muscles contracting
inside. When she struggled to get up again, the effort only tensed her nerves, brought a
fluttery, helpless feeling to her belly.
"Nooo... noooo... get away! Oh, help, help... somebody!" But, no! She would be
embarrassed to death for anyone to find her like this. It was awful. She could hardly
deal with it at all in her mind. She was only trying to get her body free, get away. Later
the realization of what had taken place would be nightmare enough. But Jake's tongue
was doing strange things to her. She felt her belly lurch as another hot wave of aching
goodness poured over her flesh. Her hot, tight cunt seemed afire. And the slurping
noises of Jake's big tongue sounded so... so carnal!
Yes! It was happening... she was going to come! And what made it weird was that she
didn't want to. Part of her was fighting it. She was fighting it with her mind as the
consuming need swamped her physical being. It was a matter of mechanics. Her poor
little cunt could only take so much friction. A dog making her come! No! She just
wouldn't let that happen. It seemed wronger than fucking in the back seat of a car with
some guy. It was against everything natural. Dogs were for dogs, people for people.
"Get away! Oh, God, don't... Jake, don't!"
She tried to bring her bare feet up to kick at him again. But with her knees pulled up
against her chest like that, it only opened her slick gash to him all the more. He danced
his big head excitedly, burrowing against the thin membrane of her virginity. That
seemed to shock her enough for a scream to build in her throat. Jake pulled back for a
second and when he did, Susan staggered to her feet, slipped back onto her knees as the
other two males jumped against her, but finally stood. The thrills in her cunt were still
very present. She could hardly keep her hands away from the flooding, spit-covered
warmth that was now so swollen. Jake whined and tried to put his paws on her legs as
he jumped around in a frustrated frenzy. Susan found a long stick and swung it
threateningly. The dogs backed off, tilting their heads curiously. They had never been
angry, never really attacking her with their teeth. They had been doing something else
entirely. Susan was sure that dogs never acted like that on their own. She couldn't begin
to understand. She sat on the flat rock again and used her ruined panties as a rag to
wipe the mud from her body. When she cleaned around her puffy cunt, the itchy
feeling threatened to swamp her again. She had to sit there with one hand on the stick
she'd found, panting, watching those dogs in case they tried anything again. But Jake
seemed content to watch her from twenty feet away. He licked the exposed red tip of
his cock and made funny noises in his throat. Susan shook the dust from her hair and
tried to get herself straightened up. When she got her jeans and T-shirt on and bent to
buckle her sandals, Jake came up very meek and doglike. He only wanted to be
scratched.
"You crazy dog!" Susan was still mad at him, but the innocent way he begged for
affection now was irresistible. He was, after all, just a goofy, mongrel farm dog. He'd
probably never bitten a soul and never would. Had it really happened? The other dogs
circled, mouths open, tails wagging. They wanted petting, too.
By the time she got down the path to the first barb-wire fence, Susan had to stop. The
gentle rub of her naked cunt inside her jeans was too much. It felt so sexy to go
without underwear. The shredded remains of her panties were jammed into a back
pocket. But as she walked, her labes kept rubbing. They were plump with blood and
her clit had become swollen, too, from Jake's insistent licking. Every nerve was alive
with feverish tingles. Susan rested on a fencepost, tried to get her breath. She'd come
over the small hill and could see her uncle doing something with his tractor in a field
not too far from the house. Jake stopped up the path and looked back, eager to
continue.
"You're the one that started this!" Susan scolded. She knew she should still be outraged,
maybe should have punished the animal. But he was obviously innocent of anything
more complicated than a simple lust. And she hadn't been hurt at all.
By the time she was to the house, Susan was panting with the continued intensity of
the glow between her thighs. Her aunt was not in the kitchen when she went in. Susan
climbed the stairs to her room, having to stop twice and grasp the banister until her
knuckles went white. The shivering jolts of pleasure were making her muscles weaker
by the second.
Somehow she made it to her room closed the door and slid the bolt. It wasn't much
security, but enough. With a whimper she dug in her suitcase and felt the shape of the
bottle against her palm. Hand lotion. She'd never used it for what she was about to do.
She'd never masturbated except in the bathtub and she never planned anything so self
indulgent. It just happened naturally in the bathroom in the process of cleaning herself.
Once a month or so she let herself go and pretended to be sudsing her pussy with
special thoroughness. During those baths, she also pretended to be surprised at the odd
feeling her cleaning seemed to cause. Then she would slide neck deep in the water and
work her slit to a frothy, soapy mess as the convulsions took over. Just an accident. A
girl was supposed to keep her body clean after all.
But this time she knew exactly what she had to do. She worked her jeans quickly down
and off. Not bothering with her T-shirt, Susan lay on her bed and tucked her heels back
until they were almost touching her ass. Then she parted her knees and turned the
lotion bottle upside down over her pussy. She gasped as the cool glops of white stuff fell
against the fevered flesh of her labes. She parted her knees further and felt her slit
opening, felt her slick pussy butter blend with the contents of the bottle. With a
trembling forefinger, she smoothed the cream deep into her slit, massaging the inner
lining, teasing closer to the bulging little nubbin that rose eagerly from a hood of pink.
"Uhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh, yessss!" She knew it had to be. The lovely, lovely friction was
so wonderful. She lightened her touch more and soothed the hot bead of her clit. Her
thigh muscles lurched and bulged out as she tightened the big muscles of her ass and
wiggled hotly on the bed. That deep, deep bed seemed to envelop her small body and
she rubbed her shoulders and dug in her heels. With her free hand she pushed up her
T-shirt until her titties were exposed. Then she gouged at a nipple until it stiffened a
little and pushed out from the softness around it. Her wrist was arched sharply to play
at the tender folds of her cunt. She closed her thighs around the dancing fingers and
pumped her small, trim butt. Maybe it would feel better on her stomach. She was pretty
inexperienced at finger-fucking.
Susan rolled onto her belly and pumped her hips up and down against her tickling
fingers. She had both hands between her thighs now, digging at the tender sprout of
her clit. It was good. That had to be why her mother had told her not to do it. It was
too good. Better than Jesus, even.
"Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh!" She just couldn't keep her ass still. And the hot butter that
leaked from her slit bathed her knuckles with slickness. Why did it always get so slick
down there? A girl friend had told her one time that it got slick to make it easy for a
man to slide his cock inside. Susan guessed that that was so. She was pointing her toes.
Somehow that made the muscles of her calves stand out, made her thighs hard, too, and
the tension of her body brought electric thrills swirling into that soppy, pulsing mess
between her labes. It was killing her with pleasure. How could anyone ever resist doing
it?
One of Susan's fingers slipped down to the stretched membrane that covered the
opening to her cunt. She searched the bunched flesh but could find no spot that seemed
to indicate there was a hole there. Virgin. That's what she was. And it was almost
incomprehensible to imagine having a cock shoved into her slender body. She had
never so much as let a boy feel her up... well, once, maybe. A guy had rubbed a hand
over her tits and she'd grabbed his wrist and that had been that.
"Uhhh... Oh, God, it's coming, it's COMING!"
Susan didn't know what exactly was coming, but her nerves prickled and the small itch
had grown to a huge one. So huge in fact that her whole body was itching. Her skin
glowed and she felt droplets of sweat break out on her upper lip. She burrowed deeper
into the deep bed, her butt prancing with convulsive wiggles as her finger gouged juice
from her pussy. The sloppy noise of her knuckles working in the heat made her all the
more excited. She wallowed her face down in the mattress and opened her thighs and
then brought them tight together again. She bobbed her ass, tilted it back and forth,
arched her back sharply. It felt good to rub her pussy-mound against the bed. She
realized foggily that she might be getting the covers wet with her juice, but it was
impossible to stop moving. So close... soooo close. The radiant fever was a hunger now.
A hunger that had to be fed no matter what. The quivering sighs she heard were her
own and she was unashamed of the sound of them in the room. The shame would
come later.
"Ohhhh, f-f-f..." She'd almost said it. That word. The one that had never passed her
lips. "Ohhh... uhn... uhn... uhn" Her gasps snorted through her flared nostrils as she
pumped out her pleasure against the stiff fingersthat squirmed in the depth of her slit.
Her toes were pointed, fanned apart. Her knees were locked and the breath was
jammed inside her lungs. But the lotion had worked into her skin and she brought
herself to climax too quickly. She felt the itchy flames that licked at her turn suddenly
into something too hot, too quick. Her small frame bucked and she turned on one side
and brought her knees up sharply against her belly.
"Owwwww! Ohhhh, FUCK!" The word... that word... the sharpness of the itch was
hurting! It was too good, too intense. She pushed her fingers across her clit again, but
the bursting nubbin was painful to the touch. She shot her legs out straight in the bed
and lay there panting, letting the angry membranes pulse from the afterglow of super
charged pleasure. It had lasted only half a second, that final, maddening ecstasy. Maybe
Jesus was punishing her. Maybe her mother had been right about all that stuff.
She rolled onto her back. She felt a little better now. Her upper teeth rested on her
bottom lip and she let air from her lungs. "F-F-F-F..." Susan smiled, she whispered the
forbidden word. "Fuck." It rhymed with "suck". She closed her eyes to rest. There
would be no one to disturb her. She had her own room, with a lock on the door. She
wiped her buttery fingers up across her belly and tried not to be ashamed. But when she
was asleep dreaming, she dreamed of the dogs licking her cunt at the pond.


Chapter 2

Lou Ann wheeled into the rutted road that connected the farm to the highway. Her
lights bobbed high over the fenceposts as she goosed the pick-up. She was mad but she
laughed out loud in the darkened cab. She was a little drunk, too. Maybe that last drink
with Ed had been too much. Like hell. Maybe it made her see what he was trying to do,
too. Same old crap. Wanting her to ride up to Harperville so he could fuck her in that
damned sleeper behind the cab of his rig. If she remembered Ed right, he wouldn't even
offer to buy her breakfast since he never ate any himself. If she was lucky, she might
have gotten a cup of coffee out of it.
Lou. Ann stopped by the house and killed the lights and engine. She didn't feel like
getting out yet. The radio was going real mute and low. She turned it up a little and lit
a cigarette. Dolly Parton singing about men. Lou Ann looked at the orange tip of the
filtertip as the steel player let it all out. Men. There wasn't one of them worth a 
wornout Tampax. She'd been dating since she was fourteen. She'd spread her legs enough
times that she didn't really like to try and remember any more what the exact count
was. And what had she gotten for it? An abortion she'd had to pay for herself. Two
cases of clap. And like the country singer on the radio was sighing about – plenty of
heartache.
Lou Ann looked down at her thighs under the short, white waitress skirt. At least her
body was still together. She got plenty of exercise slinging plates on the tables at Bob's
Truck Stop. She'd gone to work there to get into circulation, to have some men give her
attention. But now she was so damned tired of those greasy, grinning bastards. It didn't
turn her on any more to go out honky-tonking with another woman's man, knowing
that he'd have to go home to mama after he was through fucking her. Knowing, too,
that he half blamed her for going with him in the first place. Good old Lou Ann. She'll
give you a good roll in the hay – might even suck your cock if she likes you and gets a
little drunk.
"Mother-fuckers!" She glimpsed her dark-brown hair in the rear-view mirror. It was too
long to manage really, but she liked it to hang over her tits when she was naked, like to
feel it down her back in the morning. She smiled, pulling at the cigarette.
A man's voice had come on the radio now, talking about tomorrow's hog prices. She
turned it off and sat there in silence. The drink was wearing off a little. Lou Ann
realized that, though she had chosen to come home alone, had given up that half-assed
date with Ed, she was still horny. And when she was horny and alone, she couldn't
keep from thinking about...
"No! Oh, no, Lord! Please don't let me weaken!" She had closed her big eyes, looked
heavenward. But when she opened them again, the smoke from the cigarette, the
orange glow on the dash seemed like the fires of hell. She smiled sadly. She really didn't
have the right to pray. She wasn't saved. She hadn't been baptized. And worse than all
that she'd sinned abominably. Not with man, though those had been sins enough for
anyone else. Lou Ann had strayed into places where the devil had rubbed shoulders
with her. Her panties had gone damp. Why did they always get like that when she
started thinking about religion, about having to hold back? It was as if just trying to be
good made her want to be bad all the more.
Across the farmyard she saw Jake loping silently in her direction. Damned dogs never
barked any more when she drove up. They were always out stirring up mischief. She
saw Tag close behind and then Browny. The female dog didn't cavort with the males at
night.
Lou Ann put the cigarette out and stretched her legs. Jake was banging his tail against
the fender of the pick-up. Bang, bang, bang. Lou Ann closed her eyes. "Help me Lord. I
can't let it happen any more. 1 promised you, I really did. A week ago I promised." Jake
whimpered just outside the truck.
"Go 'way." She fumbled for another cigarette, crumpled the empty pack and threw it on
the floorboard. "Go 'way, Jake. Leave me be."
The dog jumped so that his claws scratched down the surface of a front fender. Then he
was up again, looking towards the window with his head tilted. Lou Ann ruffled the fur
of his neck. His tongue wet her wrist and she shuddered and almost pulled her hand
back. That tongue. It... it was unbelievable. Had anyone else but her ever discovered
how wild a dog's tongue felt when it was – "I gotta go inside." She was breathing
heavily. Her nylon panties were messy now and she felt that giddy, lightheaded
sensation that always made decisions so hard. The big dog was still licking her hand.
She felt him wet the sensitive places between her fingers and then her palm. She let
him. She was coming apart. She was just plain panting now and she knew that she was
getting weaker by the second.
"No, we're not having any of that shit tonight," she said quickly, bringing her hand in
and opening the door. She had her purse, had put a foot out. But Jake was pushing
suddenly against her. He wet her ankle, lapped hotly up the length of her leg until she
saw her white skirt pushed up as he dug his muzzle under to root against the slickened
sheer crotchpiece of her underwear.
"You bastard... you horny bastard you!" It was already too late. As the big dog pressed
sexily against her covered pubes, Lou Ann knew that she was going to let it all happen
again.
"Oh Jake, damn you! Oh, noooo... I wish I could... could make you stop..."
She gasped as the dog tried to hook the silken material of her panties with his teeth.
Somehow she managed to scoot on her back until she was inside the cab again. Then
she closed the door, keeping Jake inside with her, leaving the others out. He whined
with expectation as she worked her panties down over her hips.
"I ain't gonna let you tear these up like you did the last pair, damn you!"
The dog snapped eagerly at the silken things when she got them off over her trim
ankles and dangled them before his eyes for a moment. Lou Ann laughed and closed
them safely in the glove compartment. Already Jake was lapping at her bared cunt. His
tongue had made the swatch of fur cling in dark curls. She could see her slit now, could
see the raw, glossy sparkle in the moonlight that came into the cab. Jake's black nose
snuffled wetly, forcing her labes apart.
"Ohhhhh," Lou Ann shuddered. She fell back on the wide seat and raised her knees so
that the dog could get to more of her seeping, steamy pussy. He was hunkered on his
front paws, licking her pink gash like it was a candy dog bone. She widened her thighs
and let her fingers mingle in the fur around his neck.
"Ahhhhh, Goddamn... Goddamn... Ohhhh, yessssss..."
It had been so long. She hadn't fucked a man in three weeks. A record for her. And
somehow bringing herself off just didn't do the job like having someone... some other
thing doing it. Lou kicked off her crepe-soled shoes. Her toes felt good on the plastic
seat. She put one foot up and gripped the gear shift, curling her littlest toe around it as
Jake smeared his hot, canine saliva on the insides of her thighs.
"Jesus... Ohhhh, forgive me, sweet Jesus..."
She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes were squinched tight and there was a feeling of
heaviness in her large tits. She unbuttoned the front of her uniform and somehow
yanked it open. Jake seemed too intent on what he was doing between her legs to pay
any attention. But just having them out felt better. She caressed them herself, running a
fingertip around the large, dark areola. The tumid nipple was long and dark and hot
when she pinched it.
"Uhhhnnnnn... good... oh, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhnnn!"
Lou Ann put her hands under her bottom, lifting it from the seat. She liked it a lot
when Jake licked her crack, got her taut little asshole wet. It felt like his mouth was
huge when he was working down there. And the noises he made! Snuffles and slurps
and growls as he went after the tender, quivering pussy-flesh. Jake dragged a long
tongue up over her bung. He made a squeak in his throat and went after that spot for a
while, working until the faint odor had been cleaned away. She ruffled his neck hair
again and tried to control her breathing. Jake stopped, perked his ears at a noise only
he had heard. Lou Ann felt the tingling pleasure fade quickly. That was the thing about
dogs and men. They had a hard time keeping their mind on what they were doing.
"Jake... here, boy... come on, damn you!" Lou Ann felt like she was getting cheated.
She'd already made the decision to stroll in the pleasures of hell. But now the damned
devil wasn't taking care of business. She wiggled her hips on the truck seat and tried to
pull Jake's head back. He looked confused, torn. Whatever the sound was, it came again
because his ears pointed high and he turned to put a nose into the night air that poured
past the truck's window.
Lou Ann pushed up onto her elbows. She could see the sloppy mess the dog had made
of her cunt. It was swollen and the outer lips had peeked back to expose the soft rosy
flesh inside. She could see the tiny inner labes, the short hood that only partly protected
her clitoris. She could see farther down where the flesh curved under. Down where her
cunt-hole would be. Jake looked like he was ready to jump through the window. He
whimpered and flopped his tail. Lou Ann reached out suddenly, circled her fingers
around his half-sheathed cock. It made something jump in her chest, made her feel
dizzy and weird and wrong. She'd never touched Jake before like that. She'd never
given his cock much thought really. His cock got long when he was eating her, she
knew that. It was red and raw and slick-looking when it poked from the furry sheath.
He had balls, too, like a man. But dark and firm against his body. So what? All she'd
cared about was how his mouth felt against her pussy. But now she felt she had to do
something. She was three weeks horny and already half over the line. She'd freak out if
she didn't get more of his cunt-licking.
"You like that, don't you?" Lou Ann cooed, petting him with one hand while she
gingerly moved the furred skin of his cock-sheath. The slender, red prick began to swell
inside and more of it slipped out. Up and down she jacked the skin, keeping her fingers
from touching the juicy-looking dog-cock. She'd never really noticed just how big it
could get. It was at least six inches and the tip was shaped like a barb. A droplet of
something slipped from the tip and made a wet, hot place on her leg. She let the
droplet cool there. Jake had forgotten the sounds of the night now. He was panting,
tongue hanging down from his teeth. His eyes rolled in his head and one of his feet
shook nervously on the seat. She petted him gently, soothing with words and touches.
"Good baby... now don't you want to get Lou Ann again?" She urged him between her
knees, keeping her fingers working steadily at his blood-swollen meat. The animal
poked idly with his nose. She gasped as he rubbed her clit again... but then he was
moving up over her, licking her belly and tits and his hot, pulsing cock gouged
suddenly against the inside of her left thigh.
"Nooo! Get back, Jake!" She was lightheaded with the shock. The big Collie was
humping his hips as if he wanted to... "Noooo!" Lou Ann grabbed the fur sheath with
both hands, tried to force Jake away. The red barb slapped her wrist, she felt the dog's
slickness coat her skin.
His cock bumped the hollow between her thigh and one outer cunt-lip. She tucked her
ass sideways, squirming to get away from the sudden attack. And it was an attack. Jake
was growling in his throat now, poking his nose back under his body to lick at his cock.
Lou Ann had taken her hands away, but the thing looked huge. It was almost as long as
some human cocks she'd seen in her life. Maybe even a little longer than an averagesized dick.
"Nooo... Oh, this is awful!"
Lou Ann tried to get a foot up against Jake's neck but he was fully between her spread
thighs now, his mouth licking hers. She could smell her own pussy musk on him, feel
his hot breath on her neck. His powerful haunches drove under. Lou Ann's eyes went
wide. She felt like she was about to scream. The hot, red barb that grew at the tip of
Jake's cock had slipped up the buttery slit, rubbed wildly over her clitoris. It was against
all laws of man and God! It was something she'd never even dreamed might happen.
The big dog pulled back and drove at her again. This time his cock slipped dangerously
close to her cunt-mouth. She felt the sharpness of his erection as it probed. Lou Ann
closed down her hole, clamped her thighs. But she only succeeded in squeezing the
animal's body, clasping him to her all the more.
"Oh, God... Jesus... I'm sorry. I'll never fool around again!"
Lou Ann twisted in fright on the truck seat. The dog's cock was rubbing her lower
abdomen now, plunging back and forth through the tight, dark curls that started well
below her navel. But it was Jake's tongue against her nipples that was really starting to
tear her up. His licking was so rough! And she knew even as she fought him that she
could hardly resist pushing her full jugs up harder against his loving.
"Nooo! Ohhhh, God... don't... bad dog!"
He was trying to get into her cunt, trying to find that place where he could bury his
cock inside her belly. And it would be so easy for him to find it, too. She was weak
from excitement, too weak to make him stop now that he was really hungry, really after
her. There was only one thing that might stop him... if only she could get a hold of his
cock again.
"Here, Jake... easy, boy..."
Somehow she got her fingers around the furry sheath. When her hand slipped up
against the part that was raw, slick meat, she let them. It was more important to get the
dog's body off her. She rolled him gently, pulling her legs out from under, jacking his
cock furiously all the time. Jake closed his teeth down on her fingers, whimpering. He
wasn't biting, just excited. She worked the slimy cock so fast that her wrist hurt. But the
dog was weakening. She was out from under him now and he had lost the drive to try
and mount her any more. He was losing everything except the dreamy look in his dog
eyes. Lou Ann could hear her own panting loud in the cab of the truck. She realized
that she had to continue what she was doing. That the dog might try and fuck her
again if she stopped. She didn't know that much about the sex lives of dogs. And she
wasn't about to take a chance. She worked the hot, slippery meat as best she knew how.
The way men liked it in a locked motel room. She pumped the dog's prick until he
started to work his haunches frantically. Lou Ann was still very hot herself, but the
shock of almost being fucked by an animal had worked strange things in her mind, too.
She felt a little crazy. As if something had changed inside her. Even just letting Jake that
close was beyond the limits of her morals. She didn't know how to accept this fact
within herself, how to right it with her conscience. And when she felt the dog's cum
burst up through the throbbing cock she held, she knew that it would be hard to live
with this, too.
"Jake... now get away!"
She let his cock go as the first hot jet spatted against the truck seat. She was clambering
out the other door, shoes in hand. Her breath tore hotly through her nostrils as she
padded barefoot to the porch and through the screen door. Jake was trying to climb out
the truck window after her, but he was caught there, his tongue lolling out of his
mouth as he humped his cock against the steering wheel, slumping finally back into the
truck to finish his orgasm.
There was a dim light on in the hall. Lou Ann stopped at the kitchen sink and got a
glass of water. She stood there sipping until she caught her breath.
"Damn," she breathed in the darkness. "That's weird." It was weird, too, that Jake's
wild hunger had excited her more than she cared to admit. Just remembering the way
he'd lunged at her open pussy... like he knew exactly how good it would feel when he
rammed into her hole. "Sonofabitch."
Lou Ann shook the thoughts away, put the glass back on the counter. She didn't have
any panties on and the touch of her short skirt on her bare butt didn't help calm her
any. What was worse, she hadn't finished what she'd started, which was worse than
never having started at all. Her legs trembled. There was an achy emptiness in the pit of
her belly and she could feel the dampness drying on her cunt hair where Jake had
licked her. But what the hell could she do? Knock on the boarder's door and ask for a
little cock?
Lou Ann laughed out loud. She had been interested in Nolan when he'd first moved in.
He was good-looking. His almost blond hair intrigued her. She'd wondered how he was
put together, how he was hung. Blond down there, too? She'd let him know that she
was available. But the guy was weird. Always hooked up to his stereo with those
earphones. Always burning incense to cover up the grass fumes. And when he wasn't
getting high with a joint and his music, he was studying.
Lou Ann got another drink of water and put the glass in the sink. She started up the
stairs, still thinking about Nolan. What had really gotten to her was the fact that he
hadn't come on like most guys she met. She knew she was exceptionally pretty. But
Nolan talked to her off-handedly about this and that, not really caring whether she was
letting him have a profile of her tits, not staring at her long, firm legs.
"Damn it, I know I'm a piece of ass."
She smiled, feeling the words on her lips. A bartender had told her that once. Lou Ann,
he'd said, you are one hell of a piece of ass. He'd never been to bed with her. He'd said
it after watching the way she talked. He'd meant that she was the kind of woman men
looked at and couldn't stop looking at. It was like she pushed a button in their brains.
They were helpless. She could make them do anything. Too bad it didn't always work
out that way.
When she came to Nolan's door, the pungent aroma of incense laced with marijuana
came to Lou Ann's nostrils. If her old lady knew that their star boarder was smoking
grass, she'd probably faint. But Nolan was so damned prompt with the rent and always
willing to help out with small jobs around the place. Clever sonofabitch. She stopped a
few steps past his door. There was a dim glow coming out from the crack along the rug.
She wiggled her bare feet in the stiff nap. Her bedroom seemed so lonesome up there at
the end of the hall. Just talking to someone would be better than nothing. Wouldn't it?
She swallowed her fears and tapped softly at Nolan's door. There was movement inside
and then his face appeared. He was stripped to the waist. Lou Ann took in his flat belly,
the sparse blond hairs, the big belt buckle and further down a lump that extended a
little into one tight Levi's leg. It was only a glance but she was used to sizing people up
fast.
"What's happening?" he said sleepily. But it wasn't really sleepily, she knew. Dreamily.
He was doped to the gills. Lou Ann realized suddenly that she wanted to kiss his
impertinent mouth.
"You got anything to drink?" It was all she could think of to say.
"Got a warm beer if you want." He had looked at her tits! The sonofabitch was human
after all. He jerked his head. "Come on in."
There was a funny light on over the phonograph. It made everything kind of purple.
Lou Ann stood there in the middle of the room, feeling a little out of place. She wasn't
used to all this freaky stuff.
"Sneaking in tonight?" Nolan asked, motioning at the shoes she held in her hand.
"Naw... I..." She didn't have to explain anything to this guy. To hell with him. She
shrugged, put the shoes down. Her short skirt pulled up high on her ass and she felt it
and turned quickly. She didn't want to come on too fast. But Nolan hadn't been
looking. He popped the top on a beer can and handed it to her. Lou Ann sucked at the
ball of foam that pushed out the hole. Then she drank some.
"You want to smoke a joint?" He dared her with his eyes. Lou Ann shook her head.
"No thanks." She looked away from his face. It seemed only natural to take another sip
of beer. Then she studied the lump in his jeans again. It was big, that lump. Bigger than
any she'd seen. And she'd seen a few. Funny that she hadn't noticed how he was built
last time. She sat down in a chair, Nolan on the bed.
"You want to take it out so you can look at it close up?"
Lou Ann's heart stopped. She felt her skin prickle. "What did you say?"
"Come on. I'll let you if you want. You're looking at it hard enough." His smile stayed
the same. Slightly mocking. He was daring her again. Lou Ann swallowed more beer,
dragged her courage up out of her belly.
"You must think you're shit on a stick. What makes you think I want to look at your-"
Nolan laughed. He leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Well I'll tell you what. I wouldn't
mind looking at yours. I can see just a little of it from here." Lou Ann tried to be angry
but somehow that emotion didn't fit the circumstances. She smiled finally.
"Last time I talked to you I thought you didn't have any interest in sex."
"Depends on my mood." He stood up and came slowly across the room. He moved
with an easy, rolling gait that Lou Ann liked. He took her hand and pulled her up. She
had to tilt her face to see his eyes. She was shaking. Why in the hell was she shaking?
"You smell wild," he whispered, fingers smoothing her hair. She closed her eyes and let
him pet her. His hands lingered on her shoulders for a moment and then surrounded
her arms.
"I'm surprised old man Conner will let you drive one of his butane trucks with your
hair like that."
"It ain't all that long," Nolan laughed. "Just to the collar."
"Mr. Conner thinks anybody's a hippie who doesn't go to the barber at least once a
week." She felt his fingers inching down her back. As they talked, she knew they were
both thinking of how it would be to fuck.
Lou Ann thought how funny it was that she could come in Nolan's room with a chip
on her shoulder and afer a few moments find herself growing very, very sexy. She didn't
care what kind of a bastard he was really. She wanted a cock slipped into her hot cunt.
She needed it. And she wasn't ashamed of letting Nolan know. When he kissed her, she
speared her tongue deep into his mouth to make sure he understood. She couldn't keep
from grinding her pelvis up against his, couldn't keep her hands from pulling him
close. So he was too damned smart for his own good... so what?
"You must think you're quite a stud," she breathed as he wet her neck. She had to
admit, he knew how to kiss real good.
"You do want to see it, don't you?" He had her hand, pulling it down towards his
crotch.
"Damn you..."
"Go ahead. No charge." Nolan pushed her fingers into the front of his jeans. She was
resisting, but as the kinky curls of hs pubic hair tickled across her palm, Lou Ann felt
herself weakening. She remembered how close she'd come to getting dorked by the big
mongrel Collie in the truck. She remembered how tired she was of truckers and the all
night highway yahoos who hung around the truck stop. At least Nolan was young.
Hell, he was younger than she was. She didn't have any reason to panic. Her fingers felt
the shape of his cock. Gingerly she straightened it in his skivvies and curled her hot
palm close. Jesus, he was big! Young but big. The biggest cock she'd ever got her hot
little hands on!


Chapter 3

It was the sound of voices, the hum of conversation that awakened her. Susan thought
she was dreaming. She tossed in her bed in the darkened room. When she did open her
eyes, she had forgotten where she was. The moonlight through the gauzy curtains, the
unfamiliar furniture. Then she remembered. She was at her aunt and uncle's place. She
was safe in her deep, warm bed.. She was alone. But those voices. Not dreams?
Susan sat up in bed. Her nighty had ridden up around her belly. She remembered that
she'd gone to sleep without panties. The dogs had ruined her best pair at the pond and
she was saving her others. The strange sheets felt odd on her bare bottom now that she
was awake. The voices hummed... so close! Then she found that her eyes were adjusting
to the gloom. Across the room she could see a tiny slit of light. It seemed to be coming
from the closet.
Susan swung her legs out of the bed and tiptoed over. Yes, the closet. It was an old
fashioned walk-in type, almost a small room in itself. Susan poked her feet out an inch
at a time, slipped into the dark, musty space beneath the empty hangers. She didn't
have enough clothes to use a closet like this. The light... she saw it clearly now. And the
voices were frighteningly clear. At the back corner of the closet she saw the widely
spaced slats. Light poured through, yellow light from, from...
Susan knelt close, held her breath. She was looking through the wall between her closet
and the one in the next room. That boarder her uncle had mentioned. Nolan, she
thought his name was. Nolan's closet had been left open, too, and she could see clearly
into his room.
"Lou Ann!" she breathed in the darkness. Though she hadn't seen her in years, she
remembered clearly her cousin's lustrous, dark-brown hair. So shiny and dark. Lou Ann
looked older than she'd remembered before, but very pretty. But it was the way she was
wound around that man's embrace that held Susan's attention. And as they turned, she
saw that her cousin's hand was...
Lou Ann was holding the boy's cock! The front of his pants was unbuttoned and his
underwear stretched down. Lou Ann was moving the thick skin up and down his shaft.
It was white, that skin, and when she brought her hand up, it completely covered the
darkened knob. Susan could hardly believe that a human male would have a cock so...
so huge! Surely every boy wasn't like that. They were talking again. Susan held her
breath, pressed closer to the loose planks where the light streamed through.
"Hey, let's get on the bed," said the boy.
"Okay." Lou Ann kept her hand on his dick as they went a few steps to the narrow bed
and then she was sliding his pants and underwear down. Nolan stepped out of them.
Susan felt the the tender swell of her cunt go moist. Just looking at the shape of his
strong legs, the hair around his balls and the white, stiff shaft that jutted up... ! She
tried to slow her panting breath.
Lou Ann was letting him undress her now. The white waitress uniform fell forgotten on
the floor. Susan had forgotten how big her cousin's tits were. They were full and firm,
riding high on her chest. The nipples were almost as dark as her hair, with circles of
tender areola around them. Susan knew her own tits would never be that big. They
looked heavy, Lou Ann's did. When Nolan cupped his hand over one, Susan wondered
how it felt to her cousin. Immediately she remembered how it had felt to her when
those crazy dogs had licked her nipples at the pond.
"Come on..." Nolan said. His voice was husk and charged with excitement. He was
pushing on Lou Ann's shoulders, pushing her down. Nolan sat on the bed with his
thighs apart. Lou Ann sank down with her knees on the floor. She moved the skin up
and down on his shaft. Susan wasn't more than ten feet away, hidden behind the
broken slats of the closet divider. And she was beginning to tremble. She wanted to get
back in her bed. But I her feet wouldn't move. And when Nolan put his hands to the
sides of her cousin's face and again urged her mouth down, Susan knew she had to stay
and watch. It was wrong to be watching something so... so private. But she stayed,
barely breathing now as Lou Ann's full lips parted. She could hear her pretty cousin's
breathing clearly. It was raspy and forced.
"You sure are in a hurry..."
Nolan's cock jumped upwards. The foreskin had stretched back enough to expose half
the knob. Susan saw the slick glistening membrane. The head was dark, dark red. How
could a girl stand to put something all wet and slick like that inside her mouth? Even
Lou Ann seemed to be resisting. Her fingers worked the white skin slowly up and
down.
"Let's just fuck," she said, eyes imploring.
"Hey, you were the one who came in to see me, remember?"
"Big deal." Lou Ann was trying to get up, but Nolan grabbed her and pulled her face to
his. They kissed wet and sloppylike. Susan groaned quietly in the dark closet. She could
see their lips squirming together and then watched as a bead of saliva slipped down to
her cousin's chin. Lou Ann was hugging Nolan, working her head around to mash the
kiss harder. She looked like she was crazy for his mouth. Susan remembered the few
times she'd kissed boys. Sometimes it was kind of scary. But now she wished it
happened to her more often. Her cousin's back was bent as she once again let herself be
pushed downward.
"It's big," Lou Ann whispered, slipping the foreskin back. Nolan grunted as the
crowned tip was exposed. Susan could see the foreskin bunched in a thick, white collar
behind the swollen crown. His cock had to be more than seven inches long. And it
seemed thick, too. Susan tugged at her nighty. She wished it would cover more of her.
It was strange to be so close to nakedness while she watched her pretty cousin...
"God! Ohhhh, G-G-God," Susan gasped. Lou Ann had extended her tongue until just
the point of it was touching Nolan's prick. It touched him at the spot where the two
lobes of his knob came together on the underside. Nolan closed his eyes and slumped
back on the bed. Susan could clearly see his balls in their wrinkled, loose-hanging sac.
Lou Ann let her tongue move in circles around the ridge of his tip. As she gave him
wet, tender friction there, the throbbing organ filled with more blood. It was growing
even larger than before! Susan clapped a small hand over her mouth and stared until
her eyes felt like they were jumping out of her head. Unable to stop herself, she slipped
a shaking hand up under her gown. At first she just petted, letting her fingertips brush
the silky down that covered her labes. But as she watched Lou Ann's saliva oozing hotly
down the stiff, white cock-shaft, as she saw her cousin curve her lips slowly around
Nolan's knob, she pushed her middle finger down, let it force its way into the slick
folds of her outer cunt-lips.
"Uhnnnnnn!" She was so hot, so wet. She worked the finger forward and back, forward
and back. A musky aroma rose to her nostrils. And she could hear the soppy snick of
her cunt folds as they sucked against her knuckles. She was poised on her knees, thighs
spread slightly to make room for her touching, trembling hand.
Through the gap in the closet she saw Lou Ann twist her head. She still hadn't taken
more than Nolan's cocktip between her lips... and not quite all of it either. But Susan
could tell by the pretty girl's movements that she was rubbing her tongue wildly against
the underside. And her lips made sucking noises as she pulled more of the hot, thick
rod between her teeth.
Nolan clenched his fists, started to grab Lou Ann's head, then fell back again on the
bed. He shoved his hips up as if he wanted to skewer the brown-haired beauty who
knelt between his thighs. Susan saw that Lou Ann was fondling the boy's balls. She
lifted and squeezed them as she bobbed her head down more on that hot, spit-wet
prick. She was getting more of it inside her mouth all the time. Susan thought she
might faint. She felt light-headed and short of breath. Whenever her tickling fingers
came close to her clitoris, she had to fight the impulse to moan aloud. She prayed for
more willpower.
Susan realized how confused she was about sex. Why hadn't she ever found anyone
who would tell her what was right? Whatever she did only made her more nervous.
When she let herself go occasionally, she felt wrong about it later. But when she tried to
be good, tried not to think of sex at all, it was just as bad. She pressed her face against
the broken slats.
Nolan had his hands on Lou Ann's head now, guiding her up and down. She was
letting his prick go deep inside her mouth. Susan thought she was resisting some.
When she lowered her mouth down the shaft, she jumped a little as if it might be
gagging her.
Yes! That was it! She saw clearly the way her cousin's stomach tightened and bucked as
Nolan forced his cock into her throat. Lou Ann's spit coated the entire shaft now and
Susan could see it dripping down over Nolan's balls as her cousin lifted her head and
dropped it again. Up and down, forced to suck faster as Nolan's thighs corded with
tension and he grunted like an animal. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth curled into
a loose half-smile. He was good-looking, this Nolan, but Susan didn't really feel that
she liked him. He was choking Lou Ann with his big cock. He was making her suck
him faster and deeper all the time.
Lou Ann was making funny noises in her throat. Susan could see her tits quiver. She
tried to twist her mouth away from his prick. Nolan held her firmly over him, ramming
upwards from the mattress. He closed his legs around her back and pushed her head
down with powerful arms. There was a loud choking noise and whimpering from Lou
Ann.
A look of utter agony passed over Nolan's features. Susan could hardly take her eyes off
his face. His lower lip pouted until he drooled. Then his eyes pinched down as if
someone were cutting off a finger. Frantically he raised and lowered Lou Ann's head.
Her long hair curtained around his buckles. Susan could only glimpse where her mouth
was around his cock when her cousin sucked upwards. But she could see well enough
to make out the milky strings of something hanging from her cousin's chin. Then she
saw the white beads forming at the corners of her mouth, too. The slick noises popped
as Nolan's semen flooded out.
Lou Ann was really trying to get free now. But Nolan had rolled her sideways, pinned
her shoulders against the edge of the bed as he turned and drove his cock deep into her
throat. He was fucking her just like a stallion might fuck a mare. But he was doing it to
her mouth. Lou Ann's fingers clawed helplessly at the strong boy's thighs. Susan saw
her cousin's throat convulse in awful spasms as the thick cock-head filled it. Strings of
cum coursed down between her tits. Nolan had straddled her face now and was driving
in and out, grunting like a hungry pig. Susan saw his ass, saw the hair down behind his
balls. His balls swung against Lou Ann's chin as he shoved his cock as deep as her
throat would allow. Lou Ann flopped her legs and gagged horribly.
"Don't bite me, Goddammit!" Nolan's raw voice. He sounded half-insane. Susan hated
him. She realized that she'd been rubbing her clit with three fingers. Her hot little pussy
was overflowing with buttery juice. How could she be so excited from watching this
awful, awful guy degrade her own cousin? She fought for breath. She couldn't bear to
watch any more. The closet had become horribly stuffy for some reason and when she
crawled on hands and knees back into the bedroom, it was stuffy, too.
Susan struggled to her feet and clawed at the door. The hall was quiet. She started
down it, not knowing where she was headed but grateful to be getting away from the
terrible things she'd observed through the broken wall of the closet. She was two steps
past the door to Nolan's room when it opened, spilling a swath of light across the hall.
Susan pressed her back into a niche built into the wall and held her breath.
"You sonofabitch," Lou Ann hissed. Susan could see her back, could see her holding the
wrinkled white uniform Nolan had stripped from her body only moments before. "You
wanta go to sleep now, don't you? You don't give a shit whether I choke on your
lousy..." Lou Ann stood trembling in the light from the room. She was naked, and the
glisten of cum on her mouth made Susan shudder. "You can go straight to hell, Nolan
Hollingsworth – straight to hell!"
Lou Ann stalked by Susan without seeing her. It was dark in the hallway but when
Nolan leaned out to close his door, Susan was certain he looked straight at her. Then
she realized that she was protected by the shadow of the niche she'd flattened herself
into and that the glare from Nolan's room blinded him to anything in the gloomy hall.
He glanced after Lou Ann for a moment, then closed the door. But not before Susan
saw the heavy droop of his cock, not before she saw the droplet of semen hanging from
the tip. His cock hair was blond like the rest of the hair on his body. Funny she should
think of that. The door clicked shut. She started breathing again. She heard her cousin
go into her own room at the other end of the hall. Then all was silent.
She felt half-sick. She hurried downstairs and into the kitchen. From the slanting glow
of the refrigerator she poured herself a glass of milk and gulped it down. She was
shivering though the night was summery warm. She couldn't go back upstairs... not just
yet. Her pussy throbbed to be touched, but Susan would not allow herself to indulge
that need. She was excited, yes. But the vivid memory of what she'd seen take place in
Nolan's bedroom was with her still.
It had all seemed so carnal, so ugly. No, maybe ugly was not the right word. How could
she think of her cousin as ugly? Lou Ann was the prettiest female Susan had ever seen.
She wanted to be that pretty, she wanted tits like that, wide full hips. But the way
Nolan had used that beauty. It seemed wrong. Sex was wrong maybe.
Susan pushed open the back screen and padded down the steps. She had to get some
air, had to get her thoughts sorted out. The moon was three quarter, still very high in
the night sky. She walked across the flat, dusty yard. All was silent except the steady
drone of crickets. Way off in the direction of the pond she heard a bullfrog trumpet.
She felt like she was soaking up some of the peace of the country night. She felt a little
better. Skirting a rusty harrow, she went along the far side of the barn. The building
was still warm from the sun, or at least it felt warm to her. She leaned against it and
stirred dust with her toes.
The noise in the brush nearby startled her until she saw that it was one of Jake's male
offspring. He came at her tail wagging. For a fleeting instant she thought of her struggle
at the pond, but the dog thought was licking her hand now, whimpering to be
scratched. She knelt down, forgetting her fears. He closed his eyes and rubbed against
her knee as she dug fingers into the thick fur at his neck. He was the second largest
male next to the mongrel Collie. He looked a little like Jake, too, though his coloring
was darker.
"What's your name?" she whispered, letting the dog lick her fingers again. He seemed
especially interested in her fingers. He was sucking at one! It felt...
"Ohhhhh, gosh... don't..." The dog whimpered and licked her knee, then her thigh. She
slipped against the barnwall, found herself sitting on the ground with the dog
burrowing suddenly between her knees. That smell, her smell! That was what he was
after. His nose brushed boldly against her hot cunt. Why hadn't she worn some panties
when she'd come outside, or better yet a pair of jeans? These damned horny dogs were
the worst lickers she'd ever – "Uhhnnn!" The slash of the dog's hot tongue across her
slightly parted cleft had been so sudden, so completely disquieting that Susan's hands
had loosened on the broad, furred shoulders. He licked again and she felt the inner
cunt-lips snick open to the soppy friction. Everything that had happened to her since
coming to the farm flashed before her eyes. She felt as if her circuits were overloaded
with all this sex – it came at her from every direction. Wherever she turned, some
dream, some image... now this animal...
Susan couldn't think straight. She could only gasp for air as the velvety friction against
her parted cunt-lips went on. Her gown was thrown back from her thighs. The dog's
tongue lapped hungrily at the glistening parts between the sparse curls of her pubes.
Susan groaned and let her knees fall completely apart. Her hands rested on the dog's
shoulders. She felt wicked and dirty and the soppy loving mouth of the dog made her
feel, too, like she was sailing through heaven. No... she couldn't let him go on licking
her cunt like this!
"Nooo, doggy... please... pleeeeease nooooo!"
Somehow, someway Susan struggled over onto her hands and knees. She crawled down
alongside the barn, the dog sniffing close behind. His wet nose touched her ass. She
tried to pull her nighty down over her bottom but the dog nosed under again. He was
smelling her thoroughly and the sensation of his hot breath made her have to stop and
get her thoughts together.
It was when she paused that the animal mounted. Susan felt his paws sliding on the
sheer gown, clawing for a hold. Then Susan felt the other thing. It was hot and stiff and
slippery and it drove between her puffy, seeping cunt-lips as if it had been meant for
just that purpose. She bucked her back to try to throw the dog off to one side, but he
widened his legs in the dirt and began to thrust his cock against her parted cunt. The
barbed, red tip pushed over the taut surface of her hymen each time and slipped instead
along the V of her slit.
The whisper-smooth slide of the dog-cock across her clitoris made Susan give a long,
shivering cry in the night. She was leaning half against the side of the barn, her arms
trembling to hold her up. She might get up and run. Or she might pull herself into a
ball and wait for the animal to leave her alone. But instead she stayed there on her
hands and knees, feeling the dog's paws heavy on her shoulders, feeling the hot slide of
his cock against her hooded clit. The tiny nubbin was growing in the soppy, hot mess
between her thighs. She knew it was growing because the aching thrill was growing,
too. There was more of her clit to be rubbed now. And the dog was hunching so hard
and fast. He almost vibrated with the effort, his tongue lolled out against the back of
her nighty, wetting her skin through the silk.
"Ohhhh, God, it's... it's... gooood!"
Yes, it was good. And she couldn't make herself stop it. It was like what she'd done to
herself with the hand lotion. Once she'd reached a certain point it was like stopping the
sun. The dog's panting was raw and frantic. Trembly shoots of pleasure blasted up
through her belly and snaked in electric tendrils down both her legs. She bucked her
body and squirmed her hips first to one side and then to the other.
The dog's cock raked a little harder over her closed hymen, but Susan knew that the
angle was all wrong for her to be in danger. Dogs were put together a little different.
She knew what the rear end of a female dog was like. Her own cunt was farther under.
But the dog was getting to her clit sooo good.. Oh, God, why was it wrong? But it was!
A new storm of doubts poured into her mind.
"Doggy! Stop... noooo... don't do it any more!"
She was crawling again, trying to twist the animal off her back. But he had let his paws
flop down on either side of her chest and he hunched wildly, keeping his cock hot
against her flooding, buttery slit. It was so hot there! She could feel it throbbing as he
slurped it back and forth through the slippery mess. Her outer labes were swollen out
so much that they sucked around the sides of the long barb. Susan felt the exquisite
fever building. She wasn't thinking about what would happen if she let it go on. She
had lost the ability to think clearly any more. She was aware only of the flaming rub of
the dog's cock against her pussy. Her nipples were rigid, tingling as the flopping gown
touched them.
"I gotta get loose... gotta stop..." she panted.
Susan crawled forward again, but her arms collapsed and she pressed her face against
the ground, her bottom high for the dog's frantic loving. She knew that the new angle
was dangerous. But she didn't have the strength to push herself up again.
"Noooo... doggy... oh, God, nooooo!" Her cherry bulged inward as the dog rammed, his
fever growing every second. The stretching hurt a little and shocked her back. Susan
whined and let her knees slide out from under her. As her butt slipped down, down,
she felt the animal's pulsing cock gliding back between the plump, soft halves of her
ass. He seemed to sense another opening, another place on her body that was deep and
hot. When the barbed tip slurped into the tight, tan center of her asshole, the dog
lunged with his haunches and Susan felt the opening part for him.
"Ahhhh... God... d-d-damn!"
Susan found that she'd fallen on her belly over a mound of spilled hay. She couldn't
crawl forward any more, couldn't escape with the dog's heavy chest pressing hard
against her back, pressing her down as he punched wildly at the wonderful, hot place
he'd discovered between her ass-cheeks. He growled and whimpered with pleasure. She
felt his breath against the back of her neck, felt his hot saliva as it leaked onto her
shoulders.
"Nooooo! Get off! Get away!"
Her tits tingled. It was unbelievably strange... but good! Even through the shameful
shock she experienced, that hungry need to move her body was hard to fight. The
slippery, red cock slid deep into her guts. And the animal shook himself convulsively,
holding his black, furry balls tight against her. .
"Ohhh, Jesus... Jesus... Uhhnn..."
Though she knew it was very wrong, Susan had begun to roll her bottom. The
stretching fullness inside her bowels caused her clit to be stretched up, too, caused a
tension down there that seemed to spread through the delicate inner tissues of her
body. From the waist down she felt as if she were being changed forever. It was so easy
to pretend that the dog's cock was inside her... her cunt.
It was a scary feeling, and yet... and yet the hot glow of the pink inner surfaces of her
cunt were filling with blood. She felt more swollen than ever. Her clit was fully
extended from the delicate hood and when she wiggled in shameful, fevered lust, her
swollen labes sanded the little bead.
Susan didn't know what was real and what wasn't. Her sense of what was happening
had become blurred with the consuming, turbulent hunger that had reached every fiber
of her being. When suddenly she saw her situation, saw herself as if from a camera set
up to film the growling, tortured animal that was fucking her in the ass... when she
focused this image in her mind, she screamed.
The moonlit barn went fuzzy in Susan's eyes. She felt as if she might be falling. And all
the time the plunge of that red, hot prick divided her ass-cheeks as it prodded deep
within her heated guts. Susan saw a black curtain coming down over everything. She
remembered being ashamed and scared and half-sick with disgust. She couldn't really
enjoy this thing. Yet even as she was losing consciousness her body convulsed with the
exquisite itch of jerking pleasure she knew was her climax. A dog! A dog had fucked
her in her ass! She whimpered and let herself lose consciousness at the moment
something very hot spurted into the depths of her bowels.
The wind was up when she felt the prickly straw she'd passed out on. Susan opened her
eyes. There was nothing but the rustle of the nearby cottonwoods. The moon had
dropped in the night sky, but not very much. She'd fainted. For maybe thirty minutes
or so. She felt sore and raw. She moved her hips slowly. Something dribbled out of her
taut asshole and leaked down between her puffy cunt-lips.
Susan pushed herself up. Then she saw the dog lying next to the barn licking his cock
with long drags of his tongue. She dragged herself to a sitting position and looked down
at her pussy. At least that was okay. Nothing had happened that would leave a
permanent mark on her. But she felt dirty, defiled. She felt wicked in this secret she
would now have to carry with her. Already she dreaded the faces of her aunt and uncle,
their unsuspecting looks. She was certain that somehow, someway they would guess
exactly what had happened to her behind the barn with one of their mongrel dogs.
It was silly of course. Susan got to her feet and yanked her nighty down over her
thighs. There was no one around to see or hear or condemn her. And no one else
would ever know either. The dog looked up, tongue lolling from his mouth. It was
weird how they always seemed to be smiling. Susan remembered the feel of his licking
and then remembered more. She didn't want to remember that! The way it had felt as
the dog's prick had slipped into the slick lining of her. "Oh, God forgive me." She
caught her gown around her knees and fled to the darkened house.


Chapter 4

"I almost didn't recognize you this morning when I came down for breakfast." Lou Ann
was smiling at her trim, young cousin bouncing on the seat of the pickup. She was a
sweet-looking kid, though awful shy-acting this morning. Lou Ann had forgotten all
about her coming to stay with them. She felt a need to reach out to this fellow female,
to confide in her. Lou Ann hadn't realized how embattled she always felt living out
there on the farm with no close friends. She knew only the truckers she dated from
time to time and Nolan. That damned Nolan. She'd let him beat his meat in hell from
now on. Lou Ann glanced again at Susan. She wanted badly for them to be friends.
"I guess it was pretty bad when your mother had to be committed up at Norman."
Susan gave her a glance, chewed at a nail. "Yeah. Pretty bad."
"Don't worry about the chores I got you out of this morning. We'll do 'em together
when we get back from town."
Susan smiled finally, chewed her nail again. Lou Ann pulled out to pass an empty
flatbed.
"I just don't think it was right to have you start right in slaving on your first 
full day at the place."
"Thanks." Susan looked out her side of the truck. Lou Ann thought she seemed very
tense.
Lou Ann wheeled the pickup into the first gas station and stopped at a pump. A short,
burly man came out of the garage wiping his hands on a greasy rag.
"Hey, Lou Ann, I hear Big Eddy's lookin' for you," the attendant said. He jammed the
nozzle into her tank and set the flow. Then he squirted soapy water on her windshield
and rubbed at the hard knots of dead grasshoppers that speckled it.
"I thought Eddy was in Australia." Lou Ann was trying to keep her voice casual and
emotionless. Eddy had been the first grown man who'd ever fucked her. He'd run a rig
through every week back then and she'd just started working at the truck stop. She'd
been sixteen.
The attendant went around to Susan's side of the truck and worked on the bugs with
unflagging energy. He gave the young girl's legs a long look. Lou Ann thought of
introducing him, decided not to. He went on staring at Susan.
"Naw, I guess Australia wasn't big enough for old Eddy. He's as crazy as ever. Been
hauling seed for Williamson's co-op." The burly man winked at Lou Ann. "Says he
wants to look you up."
Lou Ann shrugged.. "He knows where I live." Her hands were sweating on the wheel.
She wiped them across her jeans. The nozzle clicked as the tank filled up.
"Who's your friend?" the gas jockey said, jerking his head towards Susan. Lou Ann
sighed, shoved a five through the window.
"Susan, meet Bobby Lee Gibson."
Susan gave Bobby a tiny smile and turned to stare out at the two dogs that were
scrapping over a lizard by the corner of the station. Lou Ann thought she saw
something funny in her cousin's eyes, then turned back to Bobby as she started the
truck.
"See ya, Bobby."
"You want I should tell Eddy I saw you?"
Lou Ann shrugged hugely. "I don't give a shit."
"Like hell you don't," Bobby giggled. He looked across the cab, trying to get Susan's
attention. "Hey, Lou Ann, you think your friend might like to go to a movie in town..."
"She's my cousin, and I wouldn't let her go out with you if you were driving a
Cadillac!"
Lou Ann gunned the engine, and Bobby stepped back as she pulled out and headed
down Main Street. At the first light Susan bit her lip, craning around like whe was
searching for something.
"I gotta go in the drugstore."
Lou Ann recognized the tinge of anxiety, picked up the female vibes. "I can let you
have some of my Tampax if you're short of cash."
Susan went red. "I... well. Thanks, but I can't use those."
"Sure you can. Anybody..." Lou Ann bit her tongue. Her cousin was still pink in the
face. She was chewing on her fingernails again. "Even if you're a virgin," Lou Ann went
on. "Are you a virgin?"
"Yeah," Susan's eyes stayed straight ahead. "I'd rather buy the kind I'm used to." She
tried her best to smile at Lou Ann. "But thanks anyway."
"Sure."
Lou Ann swung the truck into a slot between the grocery and Little's Rexall. Susan slid
out and walked stone-faced into the drugstore. Lou Ann remembered the first time
she'd ever bought Kotex. How embarrassed she'd been. It was as if there was something
mysterious and secret about a girl's menstruation. Something taboo, too. On dates in
junior high, she'd hated the funny way a guy acted when his fingers discovered the thin
elastic belt and the thick pad clamped against her cunt. They always cooled off then...
even when she had hinted that it would be all right to fool around. So Lou Ann had
assumed that all men were like that. Until she met Eddy. Eddy had taken her on a date
and she'd been sixteen and on the rag and he'd pulled the bloody Kotex away from her
pussy and put his mouth...
Lou Ann was trembling. She let go the steering wheel again and wiped her palms on
her jeaned thighs. Eddy. God, she did remember him so easily. But he'd had so many
women in those days. She was just one of them. But he made her feel like a female for
the time in her life. It had been Eddy who'd first shown her how to suck cock. She'd
cried when she'd sucked Eddy's cock that first time. She'd cried as the hot sap had filled
her mouth. But the next morning she'd crawled across the bed trembling and found his
sagging prick and took it between her lips and worked her tongue against it until Eddy
had awakened. From that time on she found that she liked to drink hot cum from a
man's cock. Except for that sonofabitch Nolan. Dirty, lousy sonofabitch.
Lou Ann looked in the direction of the drugstore. What was keeping Susan anyway?
Lou Ann got out of the truck and strolled up the street in the direction of Casewell's
Department Store. She glanced idly at some ugly shoes in the display window. So Eddy
was back in town. Big fucking deal.
When the big man came around the corner, Lou Ann didn't recognize him at first. But
the swinging, easy rhythm of his gait, the way his boots heeled over when he brought
them down. It was Eddy! He was looking right at her, a big grin plastered across his
face.
"Jesus Christ, girl!" he bellowed. She felt like she was spinning back through time,
remembering things she'd lost so long ago. And there was a shred of fear in it, too. Lou
Ann almost felt like running. Why was that? Eddy was upon her now, snugging an arm
around her shoulders. She looked up into his weather-creased face. He was older all
right, but the craggy western handsomeness, the keen blue eyes were still the same.
"Hi, Eddy."
"You look good, sugar. You know I thought a lot about you while I was gone."
Lou Ann was breathing funny. "It has been a long time." She was afraid to let herself
climb out on that limb again. Maybe she was getting too old for love.
"I wanna take you and buy you a drink and we can talk about it..." Eddy's eyes were
taking in the large swells of her tits. Lou Ann felt her nipples tingle.
"I'm waiting for my cousin, Eddy. I can't..."
"Well, let's just pick up your cousin and bring her along, too." He laughed and hugged
her all the harder. "Cousin, huh? I didn't know you had a cousin."
"Eddy... I don't know about this..." she stopped, bit her lip. She wanted to tell him she
didn't think it would work out. But the feel of the big man's warm chest, the tight way
his Levi's fit over his powerful thighs. And he smelled good, too. Like she'd always
remembered. It was a good, slightly musky aroma. The aroma of one hell of a man. Lou
Ann swallowed hard. She was remembering too much.
"Hey, I bet there she is now," Eddy said, jerking his head towards Susan who had just
emerged from the drugstore with a small paper bag. "Ain't I right? Ain't that your
cousin?" He laughed again as Susan came cautiously up. "I could tell 'cause she's got
them knockout legs just like you."
"This is Eddy Morgan," Lou Ann said to Susan. "Eddy, this is Susan."
Eddy gave a quick how-do-you-do and began pulling the two of them down the street.
Lou Ann noticed that Susan looked pretty freaked out with Big Eddy's arm around her
shoulder.
"This young'n looks too old to get in a bar," he said, winking at both of them, "so we'll
just buy a bottle and go over to my place."
"Eddy, I really don't..."
"I won't listen to that crap," he said. "Been too long not seeing you. We gotta talk."
Eddy's place turned out to be the old Wagon Wheel Motel out on Highway Seventeen.
It had been a fancy place at one time, but the paint was peeled from the fence
surrounding it now, the parking lot was dotted with mudholes and the small swimming
pool was full of tumbleweeds and leaves. Eddy parked his beat-up Ford by a room and
they went in.
When the big dog barked, Lou Ann jumped back against the wall. She hadn't been
ready for that! The biggest dog she'd ever seen in her life.
"Shut up, Bear!" Eddy bellowed. "Guy on the boat raised him from a puppy and then
had the nerve to get drunk and fall overboard one night." Eddy shrugged. "He's mine
now and he eats like a Goddamn horse."
The Great Dane swarmed around Eddy's legs. Lou Ann was still pressed back against
the wall, holding her breath. The dog gave her a look, then started over. Susan gave a
shriek and Lou Ann saw her fighting at the screen door, trying to get out of the motel
room. This commotion made the big animal veer from Lou Ann and nose over to Susan
instead. His muzzle worked up against her belly, but before he could sniff lower, Eddy
had given him a mighty kick and sent the dog sprawling.
"You go lay down in the corner, you sonofabitch!"
Susan was trembling, clutching to the paper sack she'd brought out of the drugstore.
Lou Ann went over and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Just a dog, honey."
"I... I think I'll wait in the car for you two." Susan's fingers were tearing the sack. Eddy
grabbed the Great Dane by the neck and shook him.
"If anybody goes to the car, it'll be him." He nodded assuringly as Susan. "Don't worry,
honey. Bear'll behave now."
Eddy brought out a bottle and they started drinking. Even Susan took a glass with a
little whiskey in the bottom. She only sipped it, letting the ice weaken the strong booze,
but Lou Ann was surprised that her cousin would go even that far.
Eddy put some music on a portable phonograph and talked and gave Lou Ann hot
looks. She drank steadily, letting the booze knock away the sharp edges, the
nervousness she felt from being around Eddy after so long. Susan sat quietly in a chair
in the corner, watching the dog as if he might spring at her any moment. But Bear sat
licking his balls, seemed more bored than anything else.
It was starting to get a little drunk in the motel room. Lou Ann noticed that even
Susan's face had become slack and happy. It was obvious that her young cousin had no
experience with hard liquor. They hadn't been partying for an hour when Susan rose
suddenly from her chair, knocking it over behind her.
"Wow... I sure feel funny." She giggled crazily and staggered towards the bottle on the
dresser. Lou Ann caught her before she fell.
"I think that's about enough for you, baby"
"Naw... its okay... I just want to have fun. I just don't know..."
Eddy helped put her on one of the beds. Susan tried to sit up, fell back with a sigh. Lou
Ann smoothed Susan's forehead.
"Shoulda had something to eat with. All this drinking," Eddy said. "What do you say
we go get something and bring it back here?"
"I'd be afraid to leave her," Lou Ann frowned. "She might get sick or something." Eddy
knocked off his drink and put the glass on the dresser.
"Okay, I'll go and get a pizza or something." He put an arm around Lou Ann's back
and pulled her so hard against him that her tits flattened out. She felt a hot rush of
blood to the outer lips of her pussy. The bourbon had loosened things up all right. She
knew she wanted Eddy to fuck her sooner or later. The past was... simply the past. But
Eddy was back in the present and so was she. When he searched for her lips, she tilted
her head up and opened them for him. The kiss was slow and wet and squirmy and
when Eddy let her go, she was panting. Her nipples poked out hard through her thin
jersey pullover.
"Be back in a little bit." He squeezed the meat of her ass, let his other hand smooth
upwards between her thighs.
Lou Ann watched his broad shoulders hulk out through the door, heard the Ford start
up. Then she sat at the dresser and poured another inch of bourbon. Susan babbled
something and made a sound like a snore. She was stone passed out, her clothes twisted
around her limbs. Lou Ann went over and got her jeans unbuttoned and worked them
down over Susan's narrow hips. Maybe that would help her rest. Lou Ann didn't notice
that Bear had come out of his corner until she bumped against his shoulder.
"Go sit down!" she ordered, making her voice hard like Eddy had done. But the big
animal simply gave her a look. She knew he had no fear of her whatsoever. He was
looking now at Susan's form on the bed, nose twisting as he tested the air for scents.
Lou Ann swirled her bourbon and sat back down. The dog paced the room, sizing up
something in his head. But Lou Ann had no idea that he would actually jump up onto
the bed. The Great Dane was pawing back the covers from Susan's body before Lou
Ann could choke down the booze she'd just sipped and bolt across the room.
"Down! Get down!" She hit out at the huge dog. He bared his teeth and rumbled a
warning from deep in his chest. Lou Ann brought herself up short. He looked like he
could gobble her arm like she might eat a Hershey bar.
"Bad dog... Eddy'll whip you!" Bear growled again, turning his attention to Susan's 
silkcovered abdomen.
Lou Ann looked frantically around the room for something to hit the dog with. She
thought of the chair, but before she could lift it, Bear had turned. There was evil in his
eyes. She knew she wouldn't have a chance, even if she was lucky enough to get a lick
in. The dog watched her until she was no longer threatening him. Then he lowered his
big head once more to the V of her unconscious cousin's crotch.
Susan tossed as if she might be feeling the dog's breath. Then she made a sighing noise
and brought a knee up. The big dog lapped at this newly exposed flesh, wet the skin
close to the lace edge of Susan's panties. The girl semed to feel the wetness, sense the
pressure of Bear's tongue. But Lou Ann could see that she was still blanked out from
the bourbon. And Bear sensed that she was helpless, too. He began to lick hungrily at
the narrow band of nylon, snorting as his spit mingled with the musky dampness of
Susan's young pussy.
It was as if all the things she'd done with dogs had come back to haunt her. Lou Ann's
mind reeled as she heard Susan groan and watched her push her small hands down as if
to fend off the dog's mouth against her silken-covered pubes. Bear licked her fingers
eagerly, licked her palms and wrists and Susan moaned again as if the tickling was
doing something to her...
"Get down, Bear!" Lou Ann hissed. But when she stepped forward again, the animal
swung its shoulders and curled a lip away from inch-long fangs. Lou Ann fell back
against the wall shivering, and watched helplessly as Bear turned back to poor Susan,
gentle again.
The dog pulled his pink tongue up along the pantycrotch again and again. It was
soaked and plastered to the girl's dainty pubes. Lou Ann could see sparse brown curls
through the nylon, could see the darker red of Susan's clit pressed against the sheer
material. And Susan had let her legs fall open, too, almost as if she wanted the dog to
lick her.
Lou Ann knew that if Susan awakened and found Bear making a meal of her pussy...
well, it might make her crazy. She had to get the dog to stop. And the only way she
knew was to tempt Bear away from Susan and after her. Then if she could get him into
the bathroom and close the door...
There wasn't time for plans now. The tawny brute was pulling at Susan's panties with
his teeth now, trying to bare her pussy. Lou Ann wiggled her jeans down and tossed
them on the chair. Then her panties. She felt suddenly very vulnerable. The air on her
skin, the sensation of nakedness as she glanced at the dog's underbelly where the raw,
red prick was beginning to emerge from its sheath.
"Bear... here, boy!" She was down on hands and knees. Her tits hung heavily against
her jersey. Her heart pounded. "Bear!"
The large animal sniffed in her direction, turned again to Susan's glossy crotch. The
small girl had pointed her feet and though she was still passed out, Lou Ann could
smell the musky scent that meant Susan's sex juices were flowing freely. Her brown
hair was plastered over her face and her titties rose and fell as she gulped in air. Lou
Ann knew how delicate the girl's psyche was. She'd always been quiet, shy. She couldn't
let her awaken to that... that beast.
"Bear, down here!"
The dog turned again, licked his chops. Then he seemed to be seeing Lou Ann for the
first time since climbing the bed. He bounced off onto the floor with a thump. Lou Ann
knew she'd have to move fast. She wanted to crawl into the bathroom quickly and get
Bear to follow. She made it almost to the doorway when the animal's weight hit her
across the shoulders and she felt the hot, barbed tool gouge upwards between her
buttery labes.
"Ohhhhhhh... nooooo!" Her head banged the wall as the dog's haunches drove forward
with quick, hard power. The red cock slipped out of her cleft and glided under her
belly. She looked down between her arms and saw it pulsing, the slit eye dewy with
fluid. Farther down she could see the huge black balls. They swung heavily as Bear
hunched to find her hole. Claws dug at her back. Hot dog breath made her neck moist
and then he was licking her, letting his teeth tease gingerly along her neck. It was all
happening so fast. She could see the doorway to the bathroom. She was only a foot
away and yet so far. When she tried to force herself forward, Bear grunted and curled
his front paws over the tops of her shoulders. Then he was pulling back, sliding his
slick cock along the underside of her belly until she felt its tip hot and taut and hard
against her flowered pussy. Her petals parted to let the red barb through.
"Nooo! Oh, God, God, NOOOO!" The swirling horror of her mind made her dizzy.
And mixed with her fear was that fever she'd experienced with the dogs at the farm.
The fever that made her feel awful afterwards, made her feel like a whore. Made her feel
as if she was the most sinful person on the face of the earth. But Jake had only licked
her cunt. And the time he'd had a notion of getting his dog-cock into her box... she'd
stopped that nonsense. And with Jake it seemed like nonsense. But this dog! This brute
named Bear...
"Uhnnn... don't, Bear... get back..."
Whimpering, she crawled forward, inched her way towards the bathroom. But Bear felt
her attempt to escape and scratched forward with his hind legs, ramming hard to
penetrate the deep, whisper-soft paradise between her glistening labes. Somehow she
had gotten her shoulders through the doorway. Painfully Lou Ann made another foot.
Bear scrabbled and growled, keeping his position, plowing the rug with his hind feet.
As soon as she got into the bathroom she could twist away from him and get up. Then
she could slip out and lock the door behind her. But just when she thought she was
about to lure Bear onto the slick tiles of the bathroom floor, his teeth sank into her
neck and she felt herself being dragged backwards like a rabbit. The dog wasn't biting
her hard enough to draw blood. But it hurt!
Lou Ann opened her mouth to cry and only gurgled with fear. Bear held her firmly, his
head twisted sideways. She was dragged back into the room and pushed into a corner.
Then, still holding her with those large, savage teeth, the Great Dane once again
mounted. His huge chest was hot fur against her back. His loins were steamy as his
cock speared open her throbbing cunt-lips. With a short, jabbing lunge Bear buried the
bar of his meat into the squishy softness of her cunt-mouth. Lou Ann squealed and
tossed her bottom in frantic circles, trying to dislodge the inch of dog-cock. But the
animal felt her warmth, the tightness, the slick heat. He widened his backlegs for power
and thrust again.
"Uhnnnnn! Noooooooo! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Lou Ann's eyes went wide. Her mouth
drooled spit onto the rug between her hands. Bear bit down a little on her neck and
shook her as he fucked his powerful haunches again. She clearly felt his thick meat
filling her hole. Four inches, five, six... she coughed out a whimper of pure fear. When
she whined again, the fear was mixed with something else.
"Ohh... ohhh... Ohhhhh!" She couldn't smother the thrilling shots of pleasure that
burst outwards from around her seeping hole. It was that damned cock inside her! How
could she ignore it? It was so hot, so big, so slick! And Bear was working his trim dog's
ass like an athlete to get even deeper inside her box.
Lou Ann bucked her hips to escape but the increased friction pulled the dainty flesh
tight around her clit and she sobbed with passion. Bear mouthed her neck tenderly. His
teeth still lingered against her flesh, as if he wanted her to know he could break her
neck any time he wanted. But now he was licking the backs of her ears, her shoulders
even. He was gentle and cruel, too. His fucking cock was deep, deep within her. She felt
her clasping folds suck around the pumping meat. She heard the sexy noise of their
fucking and the big dog's labored breathing. He lapped at her hungrily, biting her a
little when his cock went very deep.
"Ahh... Uhn!" she gasped as the barb gouged deeper than any man had ever had her.
Yes, this dog was longer than any man she'd spread for. She hadn't seen the animal's
cock but now that it was fully extended from the furred sheath, she knew it was huge!
And it seemed to be getting thicker as the Dane worked himself against her swollen,
leaking twat.
Her arms trembled with the effort of supporting her weight and the dog's too. Her
pleasure was increasing. She couldn't do anything to stop that. It was a pulsing series of
waves that moved up over her flesh and filled her deepest sinews. And with this itchy,
tingling pleasure came the clear realization that she wasn't just fucking. Fucking wasn't
anything new to her. But she was getting dorked by a dog! A dog who had the power
and the will to make her take him.
Lou Ann shivered with the thought. Bear was obviously intelligent and knew that she
was not an animal like he was. She wasn't a bitch with dumb eyes and fur. She was
human! And yet the dog seemed to know how to handle her easily. He'd found her
pussy on the second thrust and now that he had her skewered on his monstrous, raw
prick, he was fucking almost like a man might. Holding his cock deep, he wormed his
haunches around so that her clitoris experienced subtle frictions from the tension of her
stretched pussy-flesh.
"Oh, don't, Bear... get away... I can't take any more." What she couldn't take was the
knowledge that she was growing more fervidly hot with every passing second.
"Nooo!" There was something inside her which seemed to be making her resist the
convulsive fever which threatened to make her pant and hump her bottom against the
fucking frenzy of Bear's loins. She tried to straighten up a little, tried to inch herself up
the wall. But Bear tightened his fangs into the meat of her neck and she was brought
back down quickly. He licked where he had bitten, driving his tumid, steamy meat
another inch into her cunt. Her muscles inside clung to the huige dong as if there were
nothing in the world wrong. But it was wrong! She knew it was dead wrong.
"Uhhnnn... Oh, God, I have to get away... Noooo!" She struggled to turn, to twist her
body so the big cock would slip out of her hole. Bear growled angrily and bit her hard
this time. He held his teeth deep in her flesh and fucked savagely. His cock was deeper
than it had been the whole time they had fucked. It was so deep that Lou Ann felt the
edge of the furry sheath rubbing between her labes, too. he was getting her good now
and the increased stretch of her insides brought new fire to her senses. She whimpered
and clawed the carpet with her hands. Then she couldn't help herself. She had to move
her ass!
She twisted and humped it, arching her back first and then curving upwards like a
Halloween cat as Bear lunged and thrust and growled. New floods of hot juice seeped
in rivulets down her thighs. The dog was panting and sucking with his tongue along
her neck, then biting her again.
"Uhnnn... Ohhh, dog... dog..." She was babbling and crying and praying for something
to get her out of her trap. And even as she prayed for help, she knew she was fucking
the animal back. She was finding his rhythm and working slightly against it. When he
lunged for depth, she tucked her ass downward to feel the gouge of his tip against the
velvet membranes that poured butter from her puffy gash.
"Dog... Bear... Ohhhh, God... have to stop... have to... Uhn, uhn, uhn!"
She closed her eyes against the guilt that still burned like a puddle of acid in her mind.
But it was getting blurrier, that feeling of wrongness. She couldn't really concentrate on
anything but the exquisite folds of her cunt around the penetrating cock that slid in and
out.
He was biting her again and there seemed to be a new tension in his movements, some
new lust that was welling like a sun within his muscled chest. What was it? Was it
something that happened to dogs that she didn't know about?
Bear once again held her neck firmly in his large jaws. His breath beat against her flesh.
Her hair was sticking wetly to her cheeks where his spit had soaked it. And as he held
her, the trembling animal drove his cock savagely into her cunt. Each time he went
deep, Lou Ann shivered from the blow. His balls slapped up against her abdomen. She
was jarred against the wall again, her head thumping the plaster. There was no escape.
And just knowing her weakness, her vulnerability, her hopelessness... just knowing this
brought a shivery tide of flames licking over her skin. Her nipples were fully extended,
dark and brown and hot. Her pussy was peeled completely back like the seeping petals
of some exotic flower. She heard a sound deep in her throat that she'd never made
before. It wasn't completely a human sound. It was something like a dog might do – a
whimpering, grunting growl that increased in volume as Bear worked his cock savagely
into her cunt.
"Uhn! Ohh, God..." She knew that the pressure she felt was the blood rushing into the
membranes surrounding the dog's hot meat. She was filling with blood down there and
the cushioned, velvet linings closed down around the red, fucking cock. Bear barked
and seemed to twitch all over. He bit at her shoulder but his teeth glided off, weakened
by the building lust that had caught him up. His one need was to unload the hot cum
that boiled in his balls. Lou Ann knew this would happen any second. The animal was
flailing and flopping, almost slipping from her back as he fought to push the barbed tip
of his cock all the way into the mouth of her womb. She almost wished he could! She
didn't know what she was thinking... only what she was feeling. And what she was
feeling was the thick, red shaft ramming her until her head bumped the wall. She was
feeling the throbbing swell of the dog's cock-tip as the barb enlarged itself to catch at
her insides so she wouldn't pull away before the hot, potent sap was spurted deep.
"Ohhh, d-d-dog!" Lou Ann felt something tickly good radiating from her ravaged hole.
Her clit pulsed like a bomb and she wiggled to make the skin go tight around it,
squirmed to pet the tiny bead with her puffed, slick labes. She wished the dog would
slow down his consuming attack. He was bringing her on too fast. She was tumbling
into the sun. She sensed the ecstatic peak rushing down upon her too fast. Her breath
caught. She choked, half-crying, half-screaming. And then the rubbing, gouging,
stabbing cock exploded with cream and Lou Ann came.
She came with insane frenzy. It was too fast to lie back and savor. It was too hard and
quick to handle. The emotions which swirled through her mind were confused.
A dog was fucking her! An animal, a furred beast with a cock that didn't look like any
organ she'd ever seen growing on a human male. And that cock was slipping so deeply
into her pussy! Slipping so quick and hard and sharp. She felt it stretching the mouth
of her womb, pulling her guts into weird shapes. And then the consuming explosions
tore through her and she screamed babbling curses and collapsed forward on her
elbows as the powerful haunches of the Great Dane pounded against her shivery ass.
"Uhhnnnn! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHH!!"
The smell of something hotly pungent came to her nostrils and the big animal's frame
trembled and bucked. He bowled and stabbed his cock deeper than it had been before.
Holding it deep, deep inside, Bear jerked as the carnal spasms rocked his body.
"NOOOOO!" Lou Ann's mind blacked out for a second with the realization. The dog
was pumping his semen into her womb! It seemed wrong... wicked... against all rules of
nature!
Crying out again, she thrust a hand back under her belly. Her palm curved under the
two, huge black balls that seemed to pulse as they emptied. She could feel the slick
butter of her pussy leaking out around the edges of her ravaged hole, could feel the
thick base of Bear's shaft stretching her labes apart like a wounded flower. Then a rush
of his seed bubbled out onto her fingers. It was hot and very slick. She clenched the
steely dog-cock and tried to wrench it from her hole. But Bear only growled his lust at
the new sensation and humped forcefully. The heavy eggs pounded, jetting the boiling
sap up through the Great Dane's tubes until it spewed into the deepest folds of Lou
Ann's cunt.
"Ohhhh, Jesus! Oh, help! UHNnnn! OHHHH!" Why did it feel so good? How could
something so sinful hurt so wonderfully?
Giving up at last to the wild animal – will that had shoved her into the corner of the
room, Lou Ann squeezed the big dog's balls and worked her ass feverishly as her
steamy juices mingled with the cum and dribbled down her thighs.


Chapter 5

Susan's dream had been so strange, so itchy and hot! Too real for a dream! Even as she
had squirmed on the hot sheets she couldn't get rid of the tickling touch of something
against the lower part of her body. Something licking her. Wet, warm. Soft and rough
at the same time. But she didn't want to wake up either, though the images and
sensations were disturbingly real. Then the dream had lessened in intensity and she'd
slumbered a boozy, disquieting sleep as fragments of sexual fantasy sailed through her
mind.
But now she knew she wasn't asleep. The sound of Lou Ann's voice, that choking,
babbling cry made her open her eyes, hold her breath. And through her pinched lids,
she saw now why her cousin had screamed. Lou Ann was on her knees, ass high in the
air. Her face was against the rug as drool seeped out of the corner of her mouth and
made a dark spot there. Susan didn't want to believe the rest. It was too fantastic, too
horribly grotesque to be true! But it was true. Susan's head ached from having had too
much whiskey and her stomach felt queasy, too. But she knew she was awake. She was
awake and watching the biggest dog she'd ever seen in her whole life as it drove its cock
in and out of Lou Ann's swollen pussy!
"Oh, my God!" Susan whispered. And even as she watched, her cousin's hand slipped
back between her thighs and tried to pull the dog's thick meat from her hole. But the
animal was too strong, too hot to handle. He fucked all the harder and a dreamy, slack
look came over Lou Ann's face. She gasped loudly and Susan saw her squeezing Bear's
nuts, squeezing them almost gently. Then something thick and white frothed around
the place where the dog's prick entered Lou Ann's body. It dripped down Lou Ann's
thighs and made milky curds in the nap of the rug by her knees.
Susan bit her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming. The dog was coming inside her
cousin's body! It was horrible, even more horrible than when one of the dogs at the
farm had lanced her tiny, taut asshole.
As she looked back to the corner of the motel room, Susan wondered if the world had
lost its moorings, if everything had forever gone mad. The Great Dane lapped his
tongue at Lou Ann's back as if he meant it as part of his lovemaking. His cock slid in
and out of Lou Ann's pussy with slippery sucking noises. Then he held it deep and
quivered as more sap fountained out around her cousin's petals and splatted onto the
rug.
Susan closed her eyes. She heard her cousin staggering to her feet, heard her stumble
into the bathroom and shut the door. Susan held her breath. The soft, slippery meat
that surrounded her clit was throbbing with a strange, electric energy. She could hardly
keep her bottom still. She rocked it gently, letting the slippery folds massage the pearl
like bead of pleasure flesh that seemed to swell and swell and swell from its pink hood.
Oh, why did it feel so good? And she'd just watched the carnal rape of her own cousin
by a savage animal with black, furry balls and a blood-red cock that dripped slick fluid.
She could still hear the monstrous beast breathing in the room. She rocked her hips
again.
"Ohhhh, God... Ohhhhh!" A thin film of her sex juice had pressed out of the heat of
her gash and dampened the light-brown curls that lined it. No matter how tight she
clamped her eyelids shut, she still saw Lou Ann with her ass wiggling back against the
savage, raw spear of the Great Dane. And as that image tortured her senses, she could
almost feel her own rectum being penetrated by the farm dog the night before. The
touch of the ground on her knees, the cool night air...
"Nooooo..."
Susan stopped her hand when her fingers had already dipped shallowly into the messy
heat between her slightly parted thighs. She heard the elastic of her panties snap against
her belly as she jerked away. Then she swung her legs out of the bed and grabbed her
jean shorts from the chair. She jerked them up so quickly that the denim crotch
jammed her panty up into her puffy slit. Only then did she dare look at the Great
Dane.
He sat licking his huge, drooping meat, head tilted curiously at her. He didn't show any
signs of interest either when she bent to buckle her sandals.
Susan tiptoed to the door of the motel, slipped out and closed it behind her. Then she
ran. She ran down the sidewalk in the direction of town. She didn't know where she
was going or why. She only had to put distance between that room, that dog, and
herself. She stopped outside a Seven-Eleven for a few minutes to catch her breath. Then
she went m and bought a Dr. Pepper. Anything to pretend that all was normal.
Keeping her mind from wandering back to the motel, Susan crossed the street and
walked on towards the heart of town, sipping from the bottle as she went.
The blue and white butane truck didn't jog her memory at all. But when Nolan came
out of the building with a clipboard in his hand and started to climb up into the cab,
Susan hurried down the sidewalk. She hardly remembered his name. But she
remembered his blond, curly hair and the impertinent curve of his mouth.
"Beg your pardon..."
Nolan turned, stepped down to the sidewalk again.
"Hello." His eyes took her in quickly... legs, hips, belly and tits. Finally he studied her
face, smiled.
"I know we haven't met... but..." Susan took a lungful of air and tried again. "I'm
staying out at Tom and Rita Tanner's place. I just got in yesterday and never had time
to meet you. You were gone already when I got up this morning..."
"You're Tom's niece, right?" He was tapping a cigarette from a wrinkled pack. "He said
something about you coming to stay."
Susan had let her eyes stray to the lump in the handsome boy's jeans. She couldn't help
remember how his white, long cock had looked when Lou Ann had begun to lick it at
the end. She tore her eyes away and felt her ears burn with blood.
"Yeah... well I was wondering if you could give me a lift out to the farm. I got stuck in
town..."
Nolan frowned to light his cigarette, then flipped the match into the street. "I have a
few calls to make first, but I'll be going by Tom's a little later." He jerked his head
towards the cab of the butane truck. "Climb up."
Susan didn't feel much like talking. She filled Nolan in on the reasons she'd come to
stay with Tom and Rita. He politely changed the subject when she told about her
mother being up in Norman at the crazy house. Susan kept catching the good-looking
boy sizing her up. He seemed to have a thing about her legs. She crossed them,
uncrossed them, tried her knees together and then apart. He just kept staring and
didn't seem to be bothered that she knew exactly what he was up to.
Susan was afraid that he knew something about her, knew that the dogs at the farm
had cornered her twice, knew that she'd just been in a motel room and watched her
cousin get fucked by a Great Dane. That was ridiculous of course. There was no way he
could know. She crossed her legs and hung an elbow out the window. The wind blew
her long hair back from her face and she closed her eyes and tried to think about
peaceful, ordinary things.
They stopped at a fancy ranch and Nolan filled a huge, silvery butane tank behind the
house. After that they stopped at a couple of farms much seedier than Uncle Tom's
place. They were still quite a ways from town when Nolan turned into a long, rutted
road. Away back between two low hills, Susan could see the spread where they were
headed. The booze she'd had at the motel and the soda were starting to make her want
to pee. She tried to think of something else and to keep from bouncing so much on the
springy seat. When Nolan came to the end of the road and swung the huge truck up
alongside the butane tank, she glanced around to see if she could see a place she might
relieve herself. Nothing. Susan tried to forget the cramp in her abdomen. Two dogs
were yapping from the yard of the house.
"Last time I filled Justin's tank he griped like hell that I gave him more than he could
afford." Nolan began to clamber down out of the cab, clipboard in hand. "Guess I'd
better see if I can find him before I start pumping."
Susan watched Nolan knock at the house. Then he went around back. Finally he
walked down through the barnyard and disappeared in a grove of trees. She squirmed
uncomfortably on the seat, her bladder aching now. The dogs circled closer to the
truck, still yapping. One was a small, silly-looking mutt, the other quite a bit bigger
with a large head and splotchy, mongrel fur. There was still not sign of Nolan coming
back yet. Maybe she could jump down from the truck and pee in the dust behind the
big back tires. It would only take a second or two. The dogs kept at their yapping,
keeping their distance as if the butane truck were some huge jungle beast they intended
to hold at bay.
"Damn dogs!" Susan hissed, jerking open the door. She just couldn't hold it any longer.
She threw a rock at the small dog and then jerked her shorts and panties down together
and squatted behind the rear wheels. She could see the small mutt in front of her still
yapping like crazy. But the other dog had circled the truck and was behind her
somewhere. She forced the hot stream of piss out. It splatted tiny drops onto her ankles
and she saw the dust being kicked up.
She was squeezing out the last droplets of pee when the dog hit her in the back with his
paws. She went sprawling forward in the dust, gasped wildly as she struggled onto
hands and knees. In a flash sharp, strong teeth cut into her neck and she was shaken
like a rag doll. Then she felt the hot underbelly of the big dog against her butt. His
haunches worked furiously. Something hot and slick gouged up into her pubes. Susan
tried to scream as she felt the strange shape of the dog's cock slide against her
unbroken cherry. But his jaws hurt so! He was shaking her again and she let herself go
limp so that he would think she was dead and leave her alone. But then she felt the
pressure. The dog lurched wildly, growling even as he held her neck clamped securely.
Susan's hymen burst with a soppy little POP and the dog's long prick sunk into her
cunt.
"NOOOOOOO!! Oh, God in heaven! UHNNNNNNN!!" She wiggled to free herself,
her mind floundering on the edge of insanity. In an instant this big dog had clenched
her neck in his teeth and rammed his cock through her virginity. She had been raped
by an animal! And even as she thought of it, she felt the hot sting of the broken tissue
as the slick, red cock forced deep into her virgin cunt.
"AAAGGHHH!!" Susan babbled with fear and horror. She tried to twist her small body
out from in front of the slamming, piercing sharpness that penetrated her body. But the
dog only growled and drooled against her neck and shook her harder than ever.
It hurt! Where his teeth sunk into her flesh, she could feel the tendons and veins sliding
out of the way: She didn't think he had drawn blood yet, but if she tried to struggle too
much, he might gnaw her viciously. Her knees were planted in the dust, panties and
jean shorts around her ankles. The animal rocked her forward as he pumped viciously
at her peeled pussy. The soft lips were forced out around the furry sheath that hid the
rest of his cock.
Susan's mind bucked at the awful thing that was happening. And what made it worse
was the sensation that her nerve endings were sending to her brain. Nerve endings that
had lain dormant for fifteen years. Nerves that laced the whisper-soft lining of her cunt.
The dog's swollen tip slid hotly through the unstretched softness.
Susan felt her hole being forced wider to take the dog-prick deep. She felt the quivering,
seeping flesh pour out more slick honey to ease the raging passage of the dog's meat.
And the deep-felt tingle was something she'd never in her life experienced. Her eyes
closed and she felt herself drool into the dust between her spread hands. The viselike
jaws shook her again and at the same time the mongrel monster rammed deeper than
ever into her young cunt.
"Uhhhnnn! Uhn! Uhn!" she gasped, feeling the swirling vortex of the animal's lust
taking her along. Her pussy was on fire! The sting of her lost hymen had turned into a
hurt that wasn't really a hurt at all. There was a stormy flood of flaming sensations that
only bordered on pain without causing discomfort. And as she felt the dog's hot breath
quicken on her neck, the lurching rub of his cock against her ruined flower brought a
groan of hunger from her mouth.
"Dog... d-d-dog! Ohhhh, nooo!"
A heavy thump followed by a yowling pain and the teeth released her small neck. Susan
scrambled free in the dust and saw the mongrel limping away. Strong hands lifted her
to her feet and then she knew it was Nolan and clawed her panties and shorts up.
"You okay? Those slimy fucking mutts..."
He left her leaning against the truck fender as he went after the big dog with a stick.
The animal yipped and darted out of sight begind a pile of rusting machinery. Susan
managed somehow to fasten her cut-off jeans. She'd glimpsed the blood on her panties.
Her mind was a mess. She tried to say something as Nolan walked back towards her
again.
"I was just trying to pee... Ohhh, God... Ohhh, no... I was just going to pee..."
"Hey, it's okay... it's okay."
Nolan held her in his arms, petting her brown hair. She sobbed against his chest, letting
her small breasts cushion his chest, not caring about anything. Only glad that he'd
rescued her from the turbulent rush of ecstasy she'd almost experienced.
A dog! How could she let herself be excited by a dog? Then she realized again that her
virginity had been tom to shreds. By a dog! She began to cry all the harder.
"I never saw anything like that," Nolan breathed. "I didn't think these fucking mutts
would ever..."
He held her very tight. She could feel one hand pressing against the small of her back.
It felt good. There was still a fire burning inside her. She tried not to let it catch, but
the tingle that the dog's cock had started seemed to hover there between her thighs.
When she moved slightly in Nolan's embrace, she had to gasp as shoots of hot pleasure
filled her belly.
"Please take me home... I don't feel right at... all. I... I..."
"Sure... come on. That was a hell of a thing to happen." Nolan helped her into the cab
of the truck and started it up. They were on the highway before she could get up the
nerve to say anything. Susan doubted she could ever look him in the eyes again.
"I'm so ashamed..."
"It wasn't your fault." Nolan seemed about to touch her knee in sympathy but didn't.
He looked ill at ease. She put her face in her hands and sobbed quietly. He touched her
hand finally, gave it a squeeze. "Just because you were in the wrong place at the wrong
time doesn't mean you have anything to be ashamed about." Susan let him have her
hand, looked at him through tears.
"What you must think of me now..." Susan felt the wet lines on her cheeks, felt the
salty dew dripping from her chin. Nolan looked back to the highway, then at her again.
He touched a tear from her nose and pulled her over against his chest.
"Come on – forget it. When I find that sonofabitch Justin, I'm going to see to it that he
shoots that dog." He smiled, patted her side. "That make you feel better?"
"A little." Susan snuggled her head against his chest. She liked the way he smelled.
Maybe Lou Ann had noticed the same thing. The truck droned along the asphalt.
"That dog didn't... hurt you, did he?" Nolan was touching the toothmarks on her neck.
His fingers were gentle, warm.
"No... no, he didn't hurt me." Between her thighs, Susan could feel the slow seep of
blood. She only hoped that it wouldn't spot through onto her shorts before she could
get to the bathroom and clean up. She bit back a tear at the thought of her ruined
cherry. Was a girl supposed to be sentimental about something like that? She wasn't
sure.
They didn't talk much. Nolan drove directly to the farm and helped her out of the big
truck. No one seemed to be around. They went inside and Nolan got her a glass of
orange juice and watched her drink it with worried eyes.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." She couldn't look at him. The shame was too much to bear. And she was
beginning to worry, too, about her broken cherry. It didn't feel like it was bleeding any
more, but she wanted to wash up and examine the damage. She shuddered at the
thought of that awful, ugly dog ramming his cock...
"Hey, you look kind of pale." Nolan put an arm around her, walked her to the stairs.
The old house was quiet as they ascended. Nolan's fingers worked against the meat of
her shoulder. It felt good. She felt so tired now, so worn out. Everything seemed to be
going wrong.
They were passing Nolan's room. He pulled her to the side. She felt her pert little butt
pressed against the wall and then Nolan was kissing her neck slowly, wetly.
"Nolan! Oh, please don't..." She put her hands up to push him back, but he took one
and ran his tongue between the fingers. Susan gave a gasp as the shoots of pleasure
jangled down her arm, caused her pink nipples to push out against her T-shirt. Nolan
seemed to sense the change in her body. His hands caressed the soft curves of her ass
and she couldn't help but like it. She gasped again, let him pry her lips apart with his
tongue. He pushed it deep between her teeth and she licked it back. She couldn't help
but like Nolan. He was so nice, and good-looking to boot. He seemed to be the only
person who'd shown much interest in her since she'd come to stay with Rita and Tom.
She had the feeling that her own kin didn't really care much. They only wanted a cheap
hand to help around the place.
"You're so darn small," Nolan breathed. "You have a fine little body."
"We shouldn't... Uncle Tom might come home."
"Tom took Rita to Woolsbury. Some friends of theirs had a death in the family and Rita
is going to stay awhile. Tom probably won't be back till late."
"Ohhhh!" Susan squirmed against the pressure of Nolan's strong body. She could feel
the lump of his cock pressing against her bare thigh. And the fact that only a thin layer
of denim separated them made her tremble with fear and excitement. She knew she
couldn't let him feel her, though. His hand was already working at the front of her 
cutoff jeans. A button was loose, two.
"Christ, you're fine! I love your belly... so damned soft..."
"Nolan... OHHhh, God... don't... Don't!"
She grabbed at his wrist but her strength seemed to be ebbing by the second. His
fingers clawed gently at her sparse pussy curls. She grabbed him with both hands but
he sank his teeth into the softness of her neck and licked hard. She cried out with
passion, curling the fingers of one hand behind his neck, pulling their mouths hard
together. Why was she so hungry for him? His hand sneaked lower.
"I'm a mess... please let me go!" Susan didn't think she could stand it if Nolan found
out that that dog had busted her cherry. And the blood would tell him what had
happened. She squirmed her butt, tucking it back away from his searching fingers.
"You're soaking wet!" His finger pressed gently between the two outer cunt-lips. Susan
closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she sensed her tenderness divide for him, as
his fingertip grazed the small pearl of her pleasure.
"Nooooooo!"
She was struggling again, but felt so weak, too. Keeping his hand under her nylon
panties, Nolan pulled her into his room. She fell back across the bed as he yaniked at
her cut-off jeans. They clung for a moment around her ankles before slipping to the
floor. Then Nolan stopped, his fingers curled over the elastic of her panties.
"Did that sonofabitch dog... did he...?"
"Oh, let me go now! Haven't you found out enough?"
But instead of curling his lips in disgust or damning her, Nolan gave a groan of
excitement and clawed her panties down. Susan heard the sheer material tear as he tried
to get them past her knees. She caught at them but it was too late. They shredded
around her ankles and then Nolan buried his mouth against her hot little pussy.
Susan screamed and drove her head back hard against the mattress. She felt the seeping
blood wetting her lover's lips, felt his tongue searching down the broken cleft until he
found the dark, hot passageway the mongrel had opened. The hot slide of Nolan's
tongue going deep into her cunt made Susan stiffen her coltish legs and point her toes
She wasn't breathing, wasn't moving. She was frozen in lovely torment as the
handsome blond boy fucked her with his tongue.
"Uhn... Ohhhh, nooooo, we shouldn't! Oh Nolan... Nolan!" She caught her fingers in
his curly hair. "Ohhhhhhh, God!"
"You sweet little angel," he babbled, licking his lips.
A musky aroma rose in the room and Susan found that she could move once again. She
moved her bottom, pinching the powerful cheek muscles and relaxing them again. Her
asshole cinched and relaxed as Nolan lapped the inner velvet linings of her outer cunt
lips. Then he found her clit and swathed it with hot spit. Susan drove her heels hard
into the bed, arching her narrow back until Nolan had to hold her down. Now she tried
bending her knees. It was all so new, so fantastic! She had never had anything quite so
tantalizing. Even the licking of that hungry dog of Uncle Tom's hadn't been so good.
She could hear the soft suck of Nolan's lips against her seeping gash. Nolan's fingers
were digging at her like small animals. He was parting her labes, holding the throbbing
petals apart so that her could get at every inch of her pussy.
"Nolan... Ohhhhhhh, it feels crazy... I think I'm going to pass out... Ohhhhh!"
She twitched convulsively as he licked her with long, hot strokes. She felt all peeled
open and when Nolan shouldered her knees even wider, she let him. The tendons in
her hips popped. She was giving everything she had to Nolan's loving mouth. He was
eating her pussy! Like she'd heard girls talk about at school. He was eating her alive!
She bucked her trim ass, rubbing her open wound against his face. He stopped for a
breath and she focused her eyes, looked down at him. He was smeared with her butter
and blood. He smiled at her, kissed the inside of one thigh. She quivered at the light,
loving touch, scratched her nails against his scalp. Her lips were curled back hungrily
from her teeth. She licked her dry lips and urged his mouth down against her cunt
again.
"Oh, do it some more... Ohhhh, God, it's killing me!"
She was surprised at her words. They had come as if from another being, as if from
some power residing inside her but not of her. When Nolan wallowed his mouth over
her pulsing, steaming cunt again, she gave a sharp cry of lust and tilted her pelvis
sharply up. Then she began to move.
She moved in slow, twitching circles. She wiggled her clitoris hard against the rough
velvet of his tongue. A tickle started somewhere in her loins. It was only the hint of
something at first, but as she worked her feverish bottom, the tickle grew. Nolan
seemed to sense her rising pleasure. He focused on the hot, tumid bead between her
inner folds. He found the edge of her hood and pressed it back with his tonguetip to
expose the bundle of raw nerves. Then he ground it hotly, pinching it between his teeth
as he rubbed.
"NNNNnnn! Oh, shit! Oh, FUCK! OHHHHH! MMMMmm!" Susan spread her toes
against the bedspread. The bottoms of her feet burned and tingled. Her shoulders
shook. The air hissed from her flared nostrils as she tossed her head back and forth.
Her nipples burned against the inside of the T-shirt. She wished Nolan had taken that
off, too, but now there didn't seem time. There wasn't time for anything except love!
Nolan stopped licking her, pulled his cheeks away from her labes. She lay there on the
bed watching as he undid the buckle of his jeans and let them fall. Then came his
shorts. She had remembered exactly what his cock had looked like the night she'd
watched through the broken slat in the closet. But now that she was in his very own
room Nolan seemed bigger. The white shaft bobbed out at a right angle from his body.
Its thick foreskin was pulled back just enough for her to glimpse the dark purple knob.
The half-hidden tip glistened with its own lubrication. She panted, eyes glued to the
huge cock. Nolan kicked out of his pants, tossed his shirt on a chair. His chest hair was
blond, his cock hair was, too. Just like she'd remembered. But how big it looked! How
had Lou Ann ever gotten his cock in her mouth? Susan wasn't the least bit afraid that
Nolan would make her do anything she didn't want to do. There was something in the
air, something in his mood that seemed to say he liked her, respected her feelings. He
knelt on the bed beside her and rubbed his hand over her belly. She trembled to his
touch. Her eyes were still taking in the enormous shaft of hot, white meat that
throbbed in time to his heartbeat. Gingerly she put out a hand, let her fingers weigh the
strange-looking thing. She'd never really seen a man's cock close up. It was hot against
her palm and when she moved her fingers back, the foreskin tightened around the knob
and then slid easily back. It popped around the ridge crown, exposing the delicate
tissues completely. A droplet of sex juice wet her wrist. She pushed the protective skin
back over the head. Nolan closed his eyes. He was trembling.
"I'm sorry... I hurt you, didn't I?"
"Shit no! Do it again!"
Susan moved the outer skin like before. She could feel the bulging veins and a larger
lump that ran the whole length of Nolan's cock and ended at the orifice. She pressed
the hidden tube with a forefinger. Nolan grunted.
"That's where your... your stuff comes out through, isn't it?"
"Yeah... Uhnnnn." He bit his lip and began to pet her shoulders eagerly. She moved the
skin back and forward, watching his face closely for the reaction. Nolan's jaw went
slack and he held his breath. She jacked the foreskin faster, keeping it moving now,
fascinated at the subtle changes of the handsome boy's demeanor. She hadn't guessed a
girl could have such power over a male. They seemed so strong, so invincible, so sure of
themselves. But as she moved the circle of her fingers faster, the slippery foreskin
smoothed over Nolan's swollen knob. It made a wet, sucking sound as she saw droplets
of his sex butter oozing from around the meat to dampen her knuckles.
"God... damn!" He rubbed her shoulder harder, pumping his hips a little now. Susan
could see his heavy balls. They swung from a place where his cock grew out of his
body.
She burned to touch one, or both of them. But she'd heard that a man's balls were his
tenderest spot. She'd seen guys get hit during basketball games and curl up in pain on
the gym floor. She was afraid and yet... Susan inched a finger close to one orb.
"Go ahead..." Nolan pushed her free hand closer. She cupped the heavy eggs in her
palm, watching Nolan's face to see if she was causing pain.
"It doesn't hurt you?"
"Noooo... God, no!" He pumped his hips a little as she jacked his foreskin up and
down. She could see that his prick was even huger than before. The ridged crown
bulged out so much that she could hardly slip the foreskin back around it each time she
jacked. And his balls were so hot! She squeezed them gently, squeezed them again.
They rolled against themselves in the slippery sac. Nolan drooled.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Susy!" He grinned at her, touching the side of her face
lovingly. "I'm going to slip my cock between your thighs and rub the tip against your
clit until you beg me to take you. Then I'm going to slip it down your slit and into your
hole..."
Susan was afraid. But Nolan's words were having a fantastic effect upon her. Just
listening to the slow drawl of his intentions made more of her juice flood out. Her cunt
was a sloppy, bloody mess. And as frightened as she was of the hugeness of Nolan's
prick, she wanted him inside her. Wanted it more than anything she'd ever wanted in
her whole life.
"But... you won't make me pregnant?" She closed her eyes and hugged Nolan's back.
"We'll do it awhile and then I'll slip on a rubber."
"Promise!"
"I promise."
"Cause if you don't, I won't be able to stop you." She kissed him mouth sloppily giving
him the insides of her lips, her teeth, her tongue.
"Baby oh, Jesus Suzy baby!" He pressed her back on the bed. She wanted the T-shirt off
– again but they were hurrying too much for that. She opened her thighs for him and
worked her ass wildly as he tried to guide his tip against her clitoris. Then she felt the
stiffness, the velvet firmness of his knob rubbing the hot bead.
"Ohh... unnn... Ahhhhhh, God in heaven! Oh, Jesus... oh, fuck me Nolan... fuck me
forever!"
She clawed her short nails against his shoulders and back. She could feel the weight of
his chest, the lunge of his pelvis against hers. She wrapped her ankles behind his knees
and held on for dear life. Nolan was guiding his cock shaft down, down her slit. Her
butter rushed out to coat them both. The room was full of their fucky, musky aroma.
Nolan pressed his cock tip against the ruined to shreds of her cherry. So close now... so
wonderfully close!
"I don't want to hurt you..." he whispered, inching forward. Susan felt the taut rings of
muscles widen, then resist.
"Oh, go ahead! Hurt me... kill me if you have toooooooo... Ohhh! Uhnnn!"
She bucked wildly, writhing her pussy up hard against his stiff dick. There was a
sudden noise in the hallway... the door burst open. Nolan staggered to his feet as Susan
clutched for the lovely sensation of his body, crying to have it taken away. She stared
bleary-eyed as if drugged, stared into the angry eyes of her uncle.
"Uncle Tom... I..."
"You little slut. You filthy little slut!"
"Now look here, Mr. Tanner" Nolan began. Susan watched her uncle push the boy
aside and advance on the bed. He grabbed her wrist and jerked her up. She felt her
slick butter sliding down her thighs. Tom shook her, then turned towards Nolan.
"You get your clothes at all that other crap and get the hell out of this house for good. I
know you sit up here at night and smoke that pot and listen to rock 'n roll from some
old nigger banging on a guitar. I'm sick of you and sick of what you done. Damn your
soul to hell, boy! Damn it to hell!"
"Mr. Tanner, if you'd just listen for a second."
"Listen to what? How you seduced my very own kin? Listen to how you took this
dumb-ass little tramp and were trying to fuck her? You get out of here, boy, or I'll go
see the sheriff and see if he might be interested in knowing about that godless dope you
smoke. How long you think you'd be workin' for the butane company then, boy?"
Uncle Tom sneered and barked a humorless laugh. Susan dared to look up at Nolan.
She felt more ashamed than she had ever before in her life. More ashamed than when
the dog had mounted her in the dust as she'd tried to pee. Nolan gave her a look which
seem to say that he'd be back, that he'd see her again. She tried to smile but couldn't.
She only looked down at her small bare feet and began to sob quietly. Uncle Tom
jerked her from the room and pulled her behind him down the stairs. She was wearing
nothing but her T-shirt and when her uncle pulled her out the back door and across the
barnyard, she started resisting.
"Please! Please let me get dressed."
"What does a slut like you have need of clothes for?" He hissed. He pushed her ahead
of him now. Once Susan staggered and almost went down. They passed the barn and a
couple of storage buildings. Finally Tom undid the rusty lock on the shed door. It was
dark and smelled like musty hay inside. There was a haybale in the middle of the room
with a dirty tarp draped over it. Susan sat on the covered bale dejectedly as she heard
her uncle padlocking the door from outside.
"I'll be back when I'm sure that bastard Nolan has cleared out."
Susan heard her uncle's footsteps fade. She sobbed loudly now, unable to hold back the
tears any longer. She looked down at her juicy, sex-swollen cunt. Her heart pounded.
She knew she was still very, very excited. It was all she could do despite the tears to
press her fingers into the soft, soaked meat. She wanted Nolan so bad! She hadn't
realized that a boy could be so desirable. She hadn't even been afraid! She'd wanted his
huge cock inside her hot cunt so she could squirm around and go crazy with the itchy
goodness of fucking! And now she was alone and ashamed and so very empty inside.
There was a sound of the butane truck starting up and then a curse yelled at Nolan
from her uncle. When the sound of the truck had died away, Susan heard her Uncle
Tom approaching again. He let himself into the shed and slammed the door behind.
Then he began to undress, his eyes gleaming at her nakedness in the half-light. He was
a big man, balding some but hairy across his chest as if to make up for the lack of it on
the scalp. His body was thicker than Nolan's but not fat. He looked like he could break
a two by four in half. Susan could hardly believe that he meant to fuck her.
"What do you want, Uncle Tom?" She got up from the hay bale, stepped backwards
until her butt bumped the wall.
"You like to fuck, don't you?" He laughed, let his pants fall around his ankles. She
looked at the red, angry thickness of his prick. It was shorter and thicker than Nolan's
had been. A translucent droplet hung from the tip for a moment and dropped into the
dirt at her uncle's feet. He came for her then, reaching a tangle of leather straps from
off a beam as he closed the distance between them. Susan shook her head, watching his
thick, hairy hands undo the old mule reins.
"Oh, God... God in heaven... please, Uncle Tom!" She held her hands out as if in
prayer. "Oh don't do it to me! Please don't do it!"
"I've been watching you ever since you was nine years old," he laughed. "You had the
finest little body even then. And you're better than ever now." The straps swung
between his legs as he walked. Susan inched sideways down the wall of the shed. She
could see daylight streaming through the broken boards and under the door.
"Lou Ann will be coming back..." She tried to stop her chin from trembling.
"Naw she won't. She's in town with some trucker or a bartender or anybody she can
find. She's a whore just like you are." Susan bumped into the corner. Tom cut off her
escape and stepped forward. "You fight me and you'll get hurt."
"Please... Nooooo!" He caught her wrists and wrapped the strap around them, making
some kind of knot with the old, stiff leather. Then he tossed the other end over a beam
and pulled her up until only her toes were able to touch the dirt floor. The leather cut
her painfully. She whimpered like a baby, trying to wriggle free. But the leather hurt
when she moved, so she just hung there swinging gently from side to side as Tom
licked his lips and ran his thick fingers over her belly and hips.
"If I've lived for anything, it's this. If I've worked my whole goddamn life away on this
lousy farm, I'll be paid back today!"
He circled his hands around her waist and swung her against his body. Susan cried
salty tears as she felt his rough beard against her neck. Then he jerked down at her 
Tshirt and the flimsy thing shredded over her heaving tits. A mouth covered one nipple,
then took the entire swell. Tom worked it between teeth and tongue as if he wanted
milk from the immature bump. Susan whined as tendrils of pleasure rolled through her
belly and cunt. Why couldn't she just turn it off? She didn't want to feel anything with
this... this monster who was her uncle.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Nooooo!" Susan squirmed, tensed her arm muscles to pull herself up. The straps had
made her hands go numb. She swung against Uncle Tom's body and he hugged bearish
arms around her fifteen-year-old slimness.
"How many men you fucked in your life?"
Susan sobbed, hoping that she could fight off the pleasurable tickle in her crotch,
praying that her tears would wash the tantalizing sensations away. But Tom's mouth
was voracious. He sucked forcefully at the brown areola. Her nipple was worked
between his teeth until she cried out. Tom laughed.
"You don't look hardly big enough to take a prick." He slipped his hard hand up
between her thighs. She felt his thumb gouge along the slickened cleft and probe
suddenly into her hole. Her body twitched. She couldn't keep her muscles from closing
down tightly around the thing that had entered her cunt so rudely. Her uncle laughed.
"Now that's the sweetest little pussy I ever did have a thumb in." He gouged around
inside until she couldn't hide the panting. Her mouth hung open with lust. Oh, how
she wished she were with Nolan. Nolan had started everything. It was Nolan she
wanted.
"It feels good, don't it?" Tom laughed again. She was trying not to react but he was
fucking her with his thumb and every time he pushed it in deep, her pussy closed down
hard.
"Nooooo. Oh, please let me down... please Uncle Tom, please!"
Susan closed her eyes but when she did, the image of that dog fucking her from behind
was too vivid, too real. Her uncle pulled his thumb almost all the way from her cunt,
and rammed it all the way in again. Her butt shuddered and though she tried again to
relax, her pussy tightened its folds around the intruder.
"Uncle Tom... Uhnnnnn..." Her legs flailed as she stretched to reach the ground. A
streak of her sex juice coursed down one leg and dampened the dust below. Her uncle
laughed and pulled her flat belly against him. She felt his cock against her thigh. It was
so hot! She tried to keep her thighs together, but he pried them apart easily and bent
his knees to get his cock between her labes.
"Noooooo!" It was too late. His cockhead was pressing apart the tender folds. She knew
that her flooding pussy was wetting it, make it easy for his prick to get inside. She
squirmed in a feverish effort to swing her body out of line, but it only seemed to slip
more of her cunt down over the broad, hot dome of his cock.
"Uncle Tom... let me go... please! Ohhhh, nooooo... Uhn!" An inch had slipped into her
pussy. She could feel the muscles parting for him. He stabbed upwards, straightening
his knees. She was lifted up from the ground and the straps holding her arms slackened
for a moment.
"Christ, you're tight... Jesus!" He had her firmly around the middle, his hamlike hands
forcing her hips down over his pulsing meat. Susan gasped from the pain. His cock was
big! Not any bigger than Nolan's probably, but he was forcing her so hard! She knew
that if Nolan had fucked her, he would have been gentle. Oh, where was he now? Why
didn't he come and help her? She tightened her small pussy as tight as it would go. Her
uncle blew breath and groaned. She saw that he was shaking. It was the way she was
holding his cock with her cunt muscles. She hadn't guessed she could control him like
that. But when she tried hard, it was easy. She squirmed her ass wildly, trying to
dislodge the thick, hard prick. Of course it was impossible but as she wiggled, she
found that it was having a devastating effect on her uncle. His knees shook and he
couldn't seem to focus his eyes. Then she realized that by holding her velvety cunt folds
so tight and squirming, it was making friction against the most sensitive part of Tom's
cock. He couldn't get into her cunt any farther, but she was bringing him closer to
coming every second. Maybe she could tease him to the brink and kick away at the last
second. Maybe...
"You little bitch!" He grabbed her violently, pulling her body down until the straps sang
tight again, cutting into the flesh of her small wrists. Then as he held her boyish hips
still, he rammed deep. Susan opened her mouth to scream, then bit her lip until blood
trickled down her chin. Tom's cock was all the way in her cunt. He'd shoved as far as
he could and now he was gasping and jerking as he fucked her dangling body. The
friction was having an effect she didn't want it to have. She shook her head, ashamed
and angry at the thick thing that was inside her pussy. The first cock that she had ever
surrounded. Her own uncle! It was awful! But despite her feeling of hatred for him, she
could sense the tickly goodness radiating from her delicate tissues. The whole bottom
part of her torso glowed with a strange itching feeling and whenever Tom jammed
upwards, straightening his knees, her clit was ravaged by his kinky hair, by the base of
his cock. She tried to reach the ground with her toes to take some of the pressure off.
She couldn't. Her small pussy stretched and sucked around the hard, thick dong. And
then her uncle's face went funny and he almost fell over. He fell against her instead,
pressing her back against the wall. The leather straps squeaked and bit into her wrists.
Something hot plopped into the dust between her toes. Then she felt heavy globs of
cream sliding down the inside of one thigh. She whimpered frantically, knowing that
the stuff that was filling her dainty pussy could cause lots more trouble than just not
liking what her uncle was doing to her. He worked his wide, strong body in circles,
grinding the seed deep as he grunted like a pig in mud. She hung limp. She felt used,
wasted, lost. And yet her body's heat wouldn't cool off. What Nolan had started so
wonderfully and now her uncle had sullied still burned like a bonfire. She couldn't let
its surface. Not now. Not with this ugly beast of a man.
"Ohhhhh, please stop now. Aren't you satisfied?"
Uncle Tom's legs gave way as he sat suddenly in the dirt at her feet. When his cock
came out of her pussy, the feeling made her whimper. Though she was glad he had
taken his prick from her cunt, that empty feeling came rushing back. Like when she'd
almost been fucked by Nolan and then interrupted. She could see the milky droplets
leaking from the tip of her uncle's prick. He rubbed his face and took a deep breath.
"God, that was good."
Susan tried to control her short, hard breathing. She couldn't let him know that he'd
taken her to a higher plane of excitement then she'd realized possible. Nolan had
started it, of course. Without Nolan she wouldn't have felt anything at all. But her
uncle had added fuel to the flames. She wanted to be alone, to calm down and think
things out. To try and escape her prison.
"Guess I'd better cut you down, you dumb little slut."
She hadn't realized how weak she was until the straps came loose from the beam. She
fell in a crumpled heap in the dust, stained with cum, wet from her own excitement.
She was only half-aware of her uncle dressing, of him going out of the shed and locking
the door behind. Somehow she crawled naked to the bale of hay with the dirty tarp
over it. Painfully she crawled onto it and rubbed blood back into her hands. She was
sore and hurt and completely lost. Nolan probably didn't care anything about her. Not
really. He had only wanted her body. Just as her uncle did. How long would she be
kept here? How long would her aunt be gone? She wept into her hands for a few
minutes, then wiped her cheeks with a grimy wrist. Her pussy seeped cum and blood
and juice. She looked down at it, fighting the urge to use her fingers to end the
maddening pressure that still had not been released.
"Oh, why can't somebody love me right!" She was starting to cry again when she heard
the scratching noise. Something digging at the back wall. She could see the shadow
moving between the sun and the outside wall of the shed. It was a dog! Jake! Susan got
down on her knees and urged him to dig faster.
"Come on, Jake. Keep digging!" If the dog made a big enough hole, maybe she could
crawl through, maybe she could escape. The digging sound was louder. She could hear
the huffing of his breathing. Maybe he smelled her. Sure, that was it! He smelled her
and knew... Susan got to her feet, panicked. She staggered back against the far wall of
the shed as more shadows moved to join the first. A paw pushed under the board wall,
pulling dirt out. Yes, they knew where she was, all right. Jake and the rest of the farm
mongrels. They'd have her at their mercy. An emotion she couldn't quite understand
swept through her loins. For an instant Susan had almost wanted it at all to happen,
wanted the dogs to break through and take her...
"Nooo. What if they get crazy or something..." She was whispering to herself, clawing
at the shreds of her T-shirt that still dangled around her shoulders. Then Jake's muzzle
was pushing under the edge of the board wall. He snorted happily at her, pulled back to
make more room with his claws. It would only be a matter of minutes. The other dogs
howled low in their throats as they sensed how close they were to having her. Susan's
cunt tingled. She was breathing shallow, hot breaths. Something strange was happening
to her. She made her way weakly to the hay bale and lay on her back on the dirty tarp.
Then slowly, like a butterfly spreading its wings, she opened her thighs. She could hear
her heart pounding, and feel the ooze from her pussy. A lovely buzz of excitement
swept over her skin. And at that instant Jake broke through into the shed.
Susan heard him coming across the darkened cubicle, closed her eyes. "Yes... ohhhh,
yes!"


Chapter 6

Lou Ann leaned to the night table and grabbed a bottle. It almost slipped from her
fingers, but she managed to touch it to the edge of her glass and let two inches of the
amber liquor pour in.
"Whoopseedoo!" She sniffed the strong stuff and sipped. Eddie lay snoring beside her
on the big motel bed. He wasn't such a hot lay after all. Had she forgotten what he'd
been like? No, that wasn't in it. She swallowed more whiskey. Something was gone,
something lost. Eddy was older, heavier, less passionate. He had done all the right
things, made the right moves, but she had not been satisfied. Maybe because her mind
had been on at that damned dog. Lou Ann looked at the Great Dane named Bear
licking his nuts in the corner. He'd been licking them for half an hour now. He'd been
licking them while Eddy fucked her. The slurping had driven her up the wall. But Eddy
really wasn't so hot either. She just couldn't get off on him anymore.
"Hey, doggie, you wanna drink?" The big dog tilted its head at her, and went on
licking. His cock was half extended from the tan, furry sheath. It was red. Very red. Lou
Ann trembled. She'd had him, all of him up inside her pussy. And it had been good.
There was no getting around that. Better than Eddy even. The thought rocked her. Her
hand shook. She tilted the glass up and drained it. Then she hooked the bottle with a
finger and poured more. Bear was looking at her, the licking stopped for a moment.
Then he made a whistling howl through his nose. It wasn't very loud but it seemed full
of passion or affection or something that only dogs knew about. Lou Ann laughed at
her own lewd thoughts. She'd actually been thinking about giving that big clumsy
animal another go at her.
"Man, I must be drunk!" She started to drink more whiskey, stopped. She put the glass
down. Bear was panting, looking at her with this great, brown eyes.
"Wow, you still look horny." She swung her legs off the bed and walked over to the
full-length mirror on the front of the bathroom door. Bear watched her, pulling his
tongue in now. Lou Ann posed, holding her tits up a little. They felt heavy, in need of
love. It seemed that Eddy had forgotten how she liked to have them licked and sucked.
When she first met him as a teenager, he'd spend hours nursing at the tumid, brown
buds. Once he'd even made her come by sucking a tit and fingering her cunt. He had
given her a lift to high school that day and it had been all she could do to get out of his
car and stagger into her first-period class. She looked at him now, snoring peacefully on
the bed. No, he just wasn't the same.
Letting her fingers trace the curves of her body, Lou Ann turned so she could see her
profile. The big, high tits, her belly sucking in sharply under her rib cage. Her hips, still
pretty trim for a girl going towards thirty. And she'd always had a beautiful ass. She slid
her palms down over the twin swells, pinched them a little. A tiny explosion went off in
the pit of her pussy. She spread her long toes in the shag carpet and let her fingers play
in the thatch of her pussy hair. It was dark and lustrous like the tiny wisps under her
arms and the full, flowing sheen of locks that tumbled over her shoulders. She smiled
her perfect teeth, flared her nostrils. Bear made another funny noise and padded over.
Standing on four legs, he came almost to her belly. She petted him and watched his
pink tongue loll out. Then he licked her hotly across one ass cheek.
"Damn it... what am I doing?" She remembered how Jake had almost fucked her that
first night in the cab of the pickup. She could trace her frustrations with men back for
months when she really thought about it. It seemed almost inevitable that finally she
had been fucked by a dog. Of course Eddy wouldn't have understood, so she hadn't
hinted. Who would understand? No one she'd ever known had so much as mentioned
such carryings on. The whisperings of farmboys perhaps touched on the subject. But it
was a taboo almost too starkly awful for most people to deal with. And yet as she
scratched behind the Great Dane's ears, Lou Ann didn't feel repulsion that his strange,
animal cock had penetrated her human form. It had been scary at first. Her mind had
bucked and her emotions had become tangled. But then there had been... good. Too
good almost. She laughed. How could anything be too good? She only hoped that
Susan had not seen what had taken place, had not seen the huge animal mounting her.
Susan had disappeared so suddenly. And Lou Ann thought she'd been passed out pretty
solid. Oh, well – to hell with her. It was hard to worry about things much when a dog
started fooling around like Bear was now. His licking had taken on a new direction. He
had wet her belly and was beginning to drench her dark beaver. She could see the curls
sticking together in soaked curliques as the Great Dane lapped and lapped. Then he
growled a whimpering growl and nuzzled his black nose between her thighs, sniffing
rapidly the way dogs always did.
"You like the way I smell?" Bear gave a canine moan. "You want more?" He whined
again. Lou Ann was surprised at her words. She was a little drunk. Who cared? She
laughed raucously, looked to the bed. Eddy snored on. The idea hit her so quickly that
she went weak-kneed before she could shake it off. No she really shouldn't, drunk or
not. What if Eddy should wake up? But she was moving towards the empty bed
anyway, grabbing the pillows off, piling them on the floor. Then the cushion of the
chair with another pillow for her head. She was making a kind of sacrificial altar. 
It was high enough so that when she lay back on it, Bear could...
"Come here, Bear. Good dog..." She turned to adjust the cushions again to get the
pillow under her ass just so. Bear pawed affectionately at her knees. She tried the little
altar again, parted her thighs for him. Yes, it was just right. He walked forward, letting
his long front legs go around her body. She looked down between them, saw the red
staff of his cock slipping silently from its steamy sheath. It was beautiful really. When
she really thought about it, it was beautiful. Made for fucking! So thick and raw and
red. And so slick with his lubrication. She reached under his huge chest and began to
jack the furry place from where the cock had emerged. Bear panted, dripping saliva
onto her chest from his tongue. Then he was lapping at her large tits, scraping the
brown nipples each in their turn. She arched her back up to him, felt the nubbins
growing lusciously under his mouth. Bear's tongue was powerful. Her quivery tit flesh
bounced each time he slurped. But it wasn't quite right. She wasn't having him at the
right angle.
"Back, boy... back." It wasn't easy to make Bear ease off, but she accomplished it and
adjusted the pillows again. A little lower where her ass was, and little higher where her
shoulders rested. Then she parted her knees as far as they would go, keeping her feet
flat on the rug. This time when she urged the Great Dane forward, he slipped his
haunches between her thighs. She clasped his body with her knees, gasped from the
lovely feeling of a body there. A dog's body. A furry, hot body that was already jerking
in the timeless motion of fucking.
"Easy. Easy, Bear. Not too fast, baby!" She petted his neck, dug her nails along his
bulging chest. The dog's lungs filled and emptied. His eyes gleamed with lust. She
kissed his mouth and found it nice. Lou Ann knew she was drunk, knew she was taking
on something she had never even dreamed about. But the memory of the Great Dane's
cock inside her box was too much! She had to have it again, this time because she
wanted to. It was her decision, and she felt a power that all women probably felt sooner
or later. She was the seductive female. Did it really matter who she seduced, what she
seduced?
Again she massaged the furry sheath, watched Bear's cock slip hugely out. It dripped
translucent sap. It almost smoked from the heat of the huge dog's body. He was
thrusting his cock in and out through the circle of her fingers. She widened her knees
again, tucked her ass upwards to offer her pussy to the knobbed end her trembling
fingers held. The dogs juices oozed between her fingers. She groaned and bit her lip
with hunger. She was gone now, really gone. She was wanting this big animal every bit
as much as he wanted her. She could hardly keep her butt still. As the engorged tip
brushed between her swollen, dripping labes, Lou Ann moaned, tossed her head on the
pillow. Her dark brown hair flew. It lay across her eyes like a delicate screen. Her chest
rose and fell. She could feel the skin around her nipples stretching as she sucked in air.
Bear jumped so that his great paws pressed against her shoulders. Lou Ann whined
with passion. The feeling of being held down made it even better. The Great Dane
drove his tongue across her face, into her mouth. She opened her lips to let him lick at
her. She gave him her tongue. Her fingers could hardly hold the slippery hot head of
his cock. But it was securely between her outer cunt-lips and she bobbed her ass to slide
her hole up to meet him. The animal wasn't quite sure of what to do next. The position
seemed to puzzle him since his instincts demanded that he mount any female from
behind. But as Lou Ann urged him with whispered passion, jacked his red cock deeper
into her messy slit, the dog responded. She petted his flanks, rubbed his belly. He
inched his strong back legs forward, bracing them so that he could begin to fuck her.
He was getting the idea. She smiled and rewarded him with her mouth. His great
tongue drove wetly across her neck, ears, chin. She tilted her head back so that he could
wet every square inch of her skin. And then she sensed that his cock was sliding into
the velvety vortex of her cunt. The muscles there spasmed as the penetrating staff teased
two inches and sucked back.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay..."
The Great Dane tested the spot he was being urged to spear. He seemed afraid. Lou
Ann curved her free hand behind his bony, strong rump and pulled suddenly forward.
The hot, red cock thrust four inches into her pussy and she gurgled with pleasure as
her insides closed down around the lovely dong.
"Yessss! Ohhh, Bear – good dog!"
The animal seemed and know now that it was all right, that it was something good. He
recognized the place where he had been only an hour before. He grunted and lunged
hard with his hips. Lou Ann's mouth fell open and her toes fanned on the rug. In this
position he could go deeper. And she could feel the thickness of him, the heated
smoothness of him. He was so streamlined... much more so than a man. And his cock
throbbed harder. She could feel the tip swelling deep inside her. That was so that it
would not slip out. She knew about dogs, knew that they went at it differently than
humans. She'd seen two mating animals get stuck together one time when she'd been
very young. Their tangled, squealing confusion had frightened her but she'd never been
able all forget what she'd seen. Now she was a part of that image so clearly etched into
her memory. She could feel the dog's barb expanding deep inside her cunt, expanding
so that she could not possibly dislodge it until Bear had pumped her full of hot seed.
"Ohhhh, God, it's good!"
She worked her butt in slow circles, feeling the spongy hard barb scrape her insides.
She clenched her thighs tight around the furry body and clasped her heels over Bear's
back. Holding his shoulders, she could fuck like she would if she was fucking a man.
And the weight of his paws held her down hard on the cushions. The huge dog jumped
with this powerful haunches. He rammed and slammed his meat against her open
flower until her juice slopped out onto the pillow case. Each powerful fuck by the Great
Dane jarred her, made her breasts jiggle, pushed the air from her lungs in a tight,
passionate gasp. He was slipping even deeper! She could feel herself being stretched out
around the thick cock! Her folds pulsed and slid over the sensitive membranes. She felt
the dog's black-furred balls swing softly against her ass. He was almost all the way it!
And she was taking him... all of him!
"Uhhhhhnnnnnn... Ohhhh... Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Her hips danced under Bear's fucking frenzy. The pillow was pinched up between her
ass-cheeks as she pinched them and relaxed them, pumping and squirming and arching
her slender back. Floods of butter gushed from around the hot stabbing dog-prick and
wet her cunt hair. Her pussy sucked noisily at the meat it surrounded. Lou Ann
couldn't seem to move her ass quick enough. It felt so lovely, so maddeningly wild. An
itch seemed to play along her inner lips, a tickling thrill made her clitoris glow. The
dog's sheath was pushed against the pink nubbin again and again. Once she grabbed
Bear's rear again and worked her pussy insanely to increase the friction over her bead of
pleasure. The dog yelped, increased his fucking movements. Holding him deep had
caused the knotted mouth of her womb to grind against the tip of his cock. And Lou
Ann knew that doing that pushed him dangerously close to orgasm. But she couldn't
stop. She was rushing headlong, too. She could feel the familiar tingle of her nipples,
the flushed, strange glow that made her belly flutter excitedly. She was inflamed with
want. She felt drool run from the corner of her mouth as she dug her fingers into the
Great Dane's back and wiggled furiously as the deep muscles in her cunt begun to
convulse. The dog's spear searched the very end of her tube. He was fucking in a
painting fever now, pulling almost all the way out of her and then ramming as deep as
her pussy would allow. Lou Ann ignored the tiny hurt of being stretched. She opened
her thighs all the way and urged the monster dog deeper yet. She was going to come.
The tendrils of consuming pleasure seized her body. She twitched and babbled and
twisted her hips savagely. She was fucking him in a corkscrew motion as the sharp
tickle became a maddening itch and then exploded in the first burst of ecstasy. Lou Ann
whimpered deliriously. Her body spasmed. She writhed like a person gone crazy. The
caressing smoothness of Bear's cock turned to savage friction. And she couldn't seem to
rub him hard enough.
"Faster! Fuck me faster, dog! Ohhhh, sonofabitch!"
She hugged him down onto her, feeling the weight of his paws on her shoulders all the
more. She came with quivery jerks of her ass. She came crying against the musky neck
of the dog. And as she came, as the storm between her quivering thighs raged, she felt
the hot spurt deep inside her pussy. Bear was shaking, too. He held himself deep,
moving every so often to keep the cream flowing. His movements were sharp when he
made them. Each time Lou Ann felt as if the end of his cock was pressed tightly against
the opening to her womb. She knew that her insides were filling with his seed. The dog
was jetting the hot stuff directly into her uterus! It was lovely, it was hot, it was slick
and creamy and good! She slipped her hand down to massage the huge balls, nursing
the last droplet of cream up into the long, red cock and finally into her body. The
muscles of her cunt milked steadily, sucked the stringy white glops out of the big
animal.
Bear pulled his cock from her box suddenly and began to lick at the cum that dribbled
from her swollen, ravaged petals. Lou Ann let her arms flop down, panted to fill her
lungs. She felt gloriously good. She was still a little drunk and glad of it. And if there
was any guilt to left in the recesses of her mind, she didn't want to deal with it just
now. Her body was winding down, the spasms only jerking her occasionally. She
tightened her pussy and felt a thick string of semen slide out onto the pillow where her
bottom rested. Bear lapped it up hungrily, still whimpering from the lovely surprise
she'd given him.
"So you like dogs, do ya!"
Lou Ann sat up quickly, her heart pounding. Eddy was sliding off the bed, coming
towards her. She was too weak to stand. She rolled onto the floor on her hands and
knees and tried to crawl towards the bathroom. It had been the edge to his voice. A
sharp, cruel edge. He caught her by the shoulders and jerked her over onto her back.
"Okay, you like dogs." He shook her, smiling evilly. "How about you getting warmed
up on my cock right now..." He straddled her shoulders. His half-limp organ flopped
against her chin. "Then we'll see how good you are a giving a dog a blow job!"
"Ohhhh, God, Eddy! Noooo!"
"Sure you can. You fucked him, didn't you? You liked that well enough."
"Eddie, please don't make me-"
"Sit up, you bitch, and suck my cock!"
He jerked her to a sitting position and inched forward on his knees. Lou Ann hated
him then. As his cock hardened in his fingers, she felt like gagging. Not because she
was afraid of sucking a man's cock. But that Eddy was such a bastard, such a lousy
sonofabitch. He pinched her jaw to make her open her teeth. She babbled something
but the words were smothered by the slowly swelling tip of his cock as it was shoved
back over her teeth, back past the roof of her mouth and into her throat.
"Suck, you bitch, suck! And then I'm going to watch you suck that dog cock!"
Lou Ann's tongue spasmed, drove along the underside of his shaft. She'd get it over
with. Then maybe she could slip away while he was recovering. Yes, maybe she could.
She never wanted to see him again. As she pulled at the tumid meat, Bear bobbed near,
curious. Eddy drove a fist at him and swore.
"When you're through sucking him off, I'm going to kill the fucker. He's had his last
piece of pussy on this earth!"
Lou Ann felt like crying. But she sucked cock instead, pulling and kneading Eddy's
loose balls. Get it over with, get him out of her life. But one thing she knew. Eddy
wasn't going to kill Bear. Not if she could help it.


Chapter 7

Susan didn't know what she felt when the dogs finally broke through under the wall of
the shed and surrounded her. She had lain back on the tarp covered hay bale as if
giving up any resistance. She didn't feel like resisting really. She felt a vague
anticipation of the inevitable. She was scared. A little bit. The dogs panted in the gloom.
She could feel their breaths on her skin now. One growled and there was a short flurry
of battle as Jake proved that he was first. Then she felt him mount between her slightly
spread thighs. She trembled. It was wrong, of course, for animals to mate with human
girls. She'd known that at the pond that first morning on the farm. She'd known it to,
when Lou Ann had been mounted by the Great Dane. But it was that last happening
that had broken through something in her mind. The way the dog's haunches had
looked as he'd stabbed his cock into the swollen softness of her cousin's glistening
pussy. It was a universal truth... fucking was. That the animal would mate with a
human at all was strange enough. But was it as evil as the taboo hinted?
She couldn't get it out of her mind. How their tongues had felt against her ass that first
time. And now she was stripped naked without a weapon, without any hope of escape.
And she was hot. The loving Nolan had almost joined her with, the lustful and
powerful rape she'd received from her uncle – neither had satisfied. She had only been
teased maddeningly closer to that most beautiful feeling of all. A climax! A come! An
orgasm... when everything fled from her thoughts except the insatiable need to finish
the itch, to catch the tickle and grind it out. So when she felt Jake's familiar paws
pressing her shoulders down, she whined with the pent-up energy her body tingled
with. He rammed her cunt quickly, the red spear going deep... deep. She cringed, closed
her thighs. It hurt, but the hurt touched other nerves, other hungers. She didn't know
how to make love to a dog. She was still holding back, still unsure of the ground on
which she found herself.
"Jake... Ohhhhh!" She opened her eyes. The sight of the long muzzle, the tongue that
was driving against her neck shocked her back from her dreamy need to give her body
what it wanted. "Nooo... Oh, noooo!" A dog! She really couldn't let it happen, no
matter what.
She lurched sideways, throwing Jake off balance, the two of them falling into the dusty
hay on the floor. She was crawling with no direction, no thought in her head but
escape. She had almost talked herself into letting it happen, letting an animal mate with
her in gloomy, secret sin. And now as she crawled, she could hear the animals snorting
once again for mastery of her. Another scrape exploded and she thought she recognized
Jake's howl as teeth brought him to the dirt floor. Her head hit the wall. She began to
claw with her fingers at the hole the animals had made to enter her prison. But the
space was far too small for her to squeeze through. A nose rubbed harshly between her
ass cheeks, wet the puffy lips of her young cunt. Then she was mounted. A stiff dog
cock jabbed her petals, slid to one side. The next lunge was more accurate. Susan cried
out as she felt the slick, hot cock enter her cunt. She lurched sideways to escape but the
dog had already made a second lunge, skewering her completely. Warm balls flopped
against her body. Two dogs fought in the dust by her side as the other continued to
fuck her.
"Help... h-h-help! Ohhhh, Christ help me!" She tried to roll onto her back, but the dogs
prevented her on one side, the wall of the shed on the other. The attacker bit her neck
in savage lust, holding her still as he worked his dripping cock into her steamy, young
pussy. Somehow she got turned around and crawled in stupid, blundering haste back
across the small enclosure. She bumped up against the hay bale, draped herself across it
to catch her breath. The dog who had lost her mounted quickly again. In two lunges his
prick was deep, deep within her cunt folds. He fucked like a mad thing, biting and
licking and clawing at her back. Then Jake attacked the dog on her back. The two of
them squabbled noisily, fangs bared. She was too scared and exhausted to try to escape.
The dog who had fucked her fell away and Jake took his place. Jake's cock was longer,
thicker. It was hot and slick and knobbed on the end and as it went deep, it seemed to
expand with throbbing excitement. Her rubbed cunt came alive. Susan cried out with a
gasp of excitement she couldn't suppress. Was it wrong or wasn't it? Oh, she couldn't
think anymore. She could only feel that spearing, swelling cock inside her ravaged
pussy. The petals of her cunt were peeled open, stretched around the thick base of
Jake's dog cock. He growled and worked it with rabbity hunches. She cried again as the
friction of her own labes against her clit made shoots of pleasure jangle her body.
"Ahhhhh... Ohhhhh!"
Susan try to push back the monster atop her. But she was on her stomach, draped over
the haybale. She couldn't grab him, couldn't turn with the weight of him pressing her
down. Her pussy seeped hot butter and the sound of the rigid shaft gliding in and out
of her box was strangely exciting. Even her cries excited her to whimper more. She
didn't know whether she was really trying to get away or just playing a part. It fell so
terribly itchy and good!
Jake was quickly attacked by a competitor who wanted to fuck her, too. He snarled and
snapped at the mongrel who was his offspring. The dog caught Jake's front paw and
Susan watched the battle there a few inches from her face. Jake's cock sucked out of her
pussy, she felt the dripping lips close behind the hot dick and her body throbbed for the
loss. She should try to get away. But to where? She was trapped in the shed and the
dogs were tearing at each other to have her. How could she possibly escape?
"Nooo! Oh, dogs, get away!"
She struggled to get off of the hay bale but two more paws hit her squarely in the back
and drove her down again. This time the cock was smaller. It was the smallest of the
dogs who was taking his turn while Jake and the bigger mongrel scrapped wildly in the
far corner of the shed. The smaller dog atop her lurched with jerky movements as if he
wasn't so experienced as Jake. She felt the small cock miss her swollen pussy and slip
against the taunt, dry pucker of her asshole. Susan was sure it would never go inside,
but the dogs cock was slicker than she thought. Suddenly the slender organ pierced her.
Instinctively she clamped her sphincter with all the strength she could muster. The
smaller dog howled and danced in the dirt between her calves. He couldn't free himself,
couldn't get deeper. Susan screamed as as teeth cut into her back and shoulder. He was
frantic to free himself from the hot vise of her ass, but she was too scared to relax. She
felt blood streaming from a wound on her arm. She screamed a shuddering, awful
scream as Jake bounded through the gloom and hit the smaller dog full in the side. The
two animals tore at each other in the rising cloud of dust. The third mongrel drove
Susan down once again and with a quick hump of his back entered her cunt
completely.
"Nooooo! Ohhhhh, God!"
The animals chest smeared the blood of her wound, his paws scratching new ones. He
was frantic with some need, something which had gone off inside him. In the next
second Susan knew why. Hot dog-cum splattered the backs of her legs as the mongrel
pumped her so full of seed that it dribbled freely from around her hole. Her clitoris was
drenched with the sticky, slimy stuff and as the dog fucked furiously, her tender button
was rubbed in a devastating way. She could hardly get any air into her lungs. Her
bottom tingled as a line of blood trickled down her spine and in between the crack of
her ass.
"Uhhn... uhn... uhn..." She was moving her body, she couldn't help herself. It felt
good... sooo good. The way the dog's cock rubbed against her clit! She fought to regain
her good sense, but there was nothing in her mind now except the world of the animals
with which she shared this dark and savage world. It was their world and she was in it.
She was lost with their bodies atop her back. She felt faint and hot and crazy. Her
bottom worked steadily now, even as the mongrel's cock softened and slipped out of her
hole. She made fast, snapping circles, cooing through her nose as Jake put down his
competitor with a final snarl and once again padded towards her. He sniffed her seeping
pussy, discovered the seed of the smaller dog. The sharp, pungent scent seem to fill him
with a new rage. He barked, mounted her quickly. Susan groaned as the slippery dog
cock went into her cunt to the hilt. Her cum-flooded pussy squished as the other dog's
hot sap was forced out. She felt the stuff dribbling down her thighs as Jake rammed her
viciously. He was raking her with his paws. His hot slobber drenched her back. He
fucked her so fast that he slipped sideways, fell twisting to the dirt floor. Susan
managed to turn. Her cunt was throbbing with need. A dog... a dog... her mind spun.
But the rushing tickle that made her pussy glow seemed to command that she let it
happen. She was on her back now on the haybale – the position she'd had before the
dogs had gotten in – and Jake was up from where he'd fallen, mouth open as he panted
hotly. She felt shame as she opened her legs. But even that simple movement caused the
soft petals to rub her clit. Jake mounted again, this time from the front. He lapped at
her small tits, raked her shoulders with his claws.
"Ohhh, Jake! Ohh, God, I'm going to die!"
His cock was missing her cunt! It slipped wildly up along her cleft and rubbed
thrillingly over her engorged clit. She bucked her adolescent ass, trying to make him
find her. And he did! In one quick jab he was in deep and thrusting like a coyote. He
barked, licked her face. Then his teeth found her shoulder and she heard the skin
squeaking.
"Owwww! Oh, Jake, don't bite me! Ohhhhh, help!"
His cock-tip was fully swollen and when the dog pulled back, it felt as if he were
jerking her insides out. She rolled her bottom. Her breath came in screaming gasps. She
hugged the furry body of the mongrel, was excited by the heavy, hot weight of the dog
upon her slender body. And then she felt the itch that had been with her for hours. It
was stronger now, pulsing like a bomb. The dogs thrusting cock was rubbing her clit,
his furry sheath dug at the tender, velvet membranes. She babbled a kind of song as her
ass seemed to take off with a life of its own. He crashed hard against her loins,
flattening them back like a ruined flower. But she knew she wasn't being ruined. She
was beginning to experience a giddy climb into heavens she had never guessed existed.
Her dainty pussy petals sucked slickly against the fevered cock of the dog. Her hands
trembled as the palms burned.
"Ahhhh... Ohhh, it feels so funny oh, dog... dog!"
Her pink nipples were extended, the areolas flushed. Every movement seemed to
tighten her skin over a new area of her body, made storms of exciting thrills waft over
her flesh. The immature down that covered her pubes was matted with dog-cum and
sweat and sex juice. She twisted her torso in the hot agony of loving pleasure and the
twisting tightened the organs in her belly, caressed the dog's exploding cock. Jake
yelped again and seemed to freeze in mid-fuck. He shivered there, his cock deep within
her pussy. The sudden heat made Susan realize that the animal was jetting his hot
semen. He flopped his head against her tits, then caught one between his teeth and
nipped it lightly. The electricity blasted a bawl of hunger from her throat.
Susan grabbed the dog's haunches and worked her slim butt wildly against the red cock
that had her skewered. She was coming. Coming in radiant pulsing waves that built up
along her legs, rushed down through her belly, meeting at the pit of her pussy. Her clit
felt like an amber glowing sun. Then it was her whole being. She itched everywhere!
"Uhnnnn! Doggy, doggy... Ohhh, doggy I'm going to faint... OooHHH, FUUCCKK!
OHHH!"
She writhed in the ecstasy of her come. The dog flipped his muscular body like a snake
and the pressure of his cock gouging at the tender lining of her pussy brought more
flames to her orgasm. She found herself biting at the nearest thing she could find-the
paw that pressed at her shoulder. Jake howled, half with pain, half with the turbulent
excitement which was pumping seed from his hot balls, pumping it deep into Susan's
box.
It was only when she regained consciousness that Susan guessed she had fainted. She
was on the ground beside the hay bale, where the dog's saliva and cum had gotten on
her skin, the dirt of the shed floor had coated her. Slimy, muddy streaks covered her tits
and belly and thighs. Her hair was stuck together in jizzy hunks. Blood had clotted over
her shoulders and back. She was an unholy, awful mess. And she felt even worse.
"Oh, God, what am I going to do?" It was growing dark outside. She could only just
make out the hole which the dogs had made getting into the shed. She pushed herself
up and sat on the tarp-covered hay bale for a moment to let her head quit spinning.
Then she staggered across the darkening cubicle and fell onto her knees before the
scooped dirt. She was alone anyway. The dogs had had their rut and left her. She patted
the dust, hunting for something to dig with. Then she touched something cold and
sharp. A piece of metal! The broken shard of a rusty plow. She grasped the tool
thankfully then began to scrape. It took a lot of energy to claw the baked earth away.
Susan guessed she spent almost half an hour widening and deepening the depression.
Then she tossed the piece of metal down and wriggled her body through.
The stars were out. A cool breeze blew from the west. She saw a light on in the
farmhouse, but only Uncle Tom's truck was parked outside. Susan couldn't think
straight. She didn't know what to do next. If her uncle was still in the house, she
couldn't go there. Then she saw a figure move through the lighted kitchen. The screen
door slapped. Susan held her breath. She could hear footsteps coming her way. Quickly
she ducked behind the next outbuilding and slipped along the side of it until she could
peek out around the corner. Tom walked by the other end of it, heading for the shed
where he had first locked her. He held a piece of rope in one hand, a flashlight in the
other. The circle of light bobbed across the ground. Susan dared to breathe again. Then
she ran. She ran towards Uncle Tom's truck. There was nothing else she could think of
to do.
"Thank God, it's open!" She slid her bare bottom across the cold seat. Her hands were
shaking so bad she could hardly hold onto the steering wheel. But the keys were in the
ignition! She knew her uncle left them there sometimes and he hadn't disappointed her.
She heard his hoarse yell from the shed. He'd discovered that she was gone. Susan
stretched her toe down to the gas pedal and pumped it a couple of times. Then she
turned the key and prayed as the engine turned over. She'd only driven a few times in
her life, but she had to remember everything now – she just had to! The gears ground
when she tried to jam into reverse. But the truck lurched backwards. The engine almost
died, then caught again. She jammed the accelerator to the floor and the rear tires
roared in the loose dirt. She could see her uncle running across the barnyard now, the
beam of the flashlight cutting arcs as he flailed his arms in an effort to reach her. Susan
imagined that he would kill her if he caught her. She didn't know this for sure, but she
couldn't stick around to find out. Cramming the truck into low, she let the clutch out
quickly and the pick-up fishtailed wildly. A fencepost was down, then another. She was
dragging wire and junk for a while. But when she reached the cattleguard to the
highway, it fell away. She was on the highway, the farm behind her. She was in her
uncle's pick-up, heading for town, stark naked. She began to cry as she drove, the dash
lights making her tears glisten as they fell to her cum-encrusted thighs. What could a
naked fifteen-year-old girl do in town with a stolen truck? She was having a hard time
seeing through her flooding eyes so she pawed them dry and clung to the wheel. Forty,
that was a good safe speed. She didn't want to attract attention, didn't want anybody to
notice her. Thank God in heaven it was dark! She drove on, trying to make her mind
work again, trying to think of what she might do.


Chapter 8

Lou Ann had almost been knocked over with surprise when Bear had jumped on Eddy
and bit blood from his arm. The big dog took the man down to the floor and put his
paws on his chest, holding him there with a threatening snarl. Eddy was shaking. He
looked about to piss his pants. Eddy had been wrestling her around the room, slapping
and cursing. He swore he was going to make her suck every cock in town. He was
drunk and mean and strung out. Lou Ann had been scared stiff. And then the Great
Dane had taken care of him, but quick.
"Good dog, Bear! Good dog!" Lou Ann pulled on her clothes while Eddy watched from
the floor. He looked like he wanted to call her some more names but was afraid to. Bear
stared at him with red eyes.
"Let him up, Bear," she ordered. The big dog stepped back, his hackles still up as he
watched Eddy rise. "Looks like your dog has changed his affections," she laughed.
"You get out of here and take that mutt with you!" Eddy's face was beet red. The dog
stepped towards him, teeth bared and glistening with saliva.
"Okay, Bear – come on." Lou Ann closed the motel door behind her and started
laughing. She was still laughing as she turned the pick-up around and headed out of
town. Bear sat on the seat beside her. He looked happy but it was really hard to know a
dog's mind.
Lou Ann turned on her headlights. The sun was well down and the cars were getting
hard to see coming towards her. When she rounded the curve by Olsen's grain elevator,
she saw the flashing red light of the patrol car. There were two or three other cars
pulled off to the side of the road. In the ditch she saw a tractor upside down. It wasn't
until she'd slowed almost to a stop that she saw it was their farm tractor. She pulled
over. What in hell was her father doing on the highway with his tractor?
"Stay here, Bear." She slammed the door and hurried over to the knot of people looking
at the wreck. A patrolman was writing something down on a clipboard. "I'm Lou Ann
Tanner," she told him. "That's my father's tractor. Was anybody hurt?"
"No, ma'am," the patrolman said, touching his hat. "Your daddy didn't have a scratch
on him. He's over there in the patrol car right now."
"Could I talk to him?"
"Well, ma'am, I'm afraid not." The big man grinned. The revolving red light made eerie
shadows across their faces. "You see, he's passed out drunk. He was driving pretty
crazy, we figure, and on the wrong side of the road. These folks here saw him coming
and just pulled off and let him go on. He didn't go far, though." The patrolman pointed
back up the road with his pencil. "Looks as if he lost it back there. Turned over twice,
threw your daddy off." He laughed. "If he hadn't been dead drunk, he'd probably be
dead for real. Funny time of night to go plowing, ain't it?" He laughed again .
Lou Ann walked back to the patrolcar. She could see her father lying across the back
seat, his mouth open. When she leaned closer, she could hear him snoring. She went
back to where the patrolman was measuring a skid mark with a tape.
"Is there anything I could do?"
"Well, ma'am, we have to take him in of course. He can sleep it off in a nice warm cell.
As for tomorrow, Judge Bowlus won't like what we'll have to tell him. He's been real
crabby with drunk drivers lately. I hear he's been making them go up to Burrowsville to
attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and then do some work on community
Projects." The cop laughed. "Naw, Judge Bowlus sure don't like drunk drivers."
Lou Ann walked back by the patrolcar, took a last look at her father. He'd finally gone
and done it. It was surprising how little emotion she felt. Tom had never approved of
her much during his life. And as she'd grown older, she'd always felt a little like one of
the boarders he always squeezed into an upstairs room to help bring in some extra
cash.. She went back to her truck and climbed in beside Bear.
"It"s okay, boy – let's go home."
When she parked by the house and got out, Jake hurried up followed by his mongrel
crew. Jake stuck his nose between her thighs and whimpered and the other dogs circled
around her feet, their cocks half-extended from their sheaths. Then they saw Bear
clambering down from the truck seat. The smallest dog took off like a streak. Jake's
other offspring snarled and retreated. But Jake didn't see Bear until the big dog grabbed
him by the nape of his neck and flung him to the ground. It wasn't much of a contest.
The Great Dane snarled to let Jake know that his pussy was cut off from that time on.
Lou Ann felt herself growing excited watching this brief competition for her body. It
was obvious what was in the air. As soon as Bear let Jake up Jake mooned around Lou
Ann's ankles, his cock slipping out again. Bear stayed right with him growling low in
his throat. Then the Great Dane pushed his own broad muzzle up between her thighs
and worked it hard against her pubes. Lou Ann's breath caught. She felt her pussy flood
with butter. She scratched Bear's head and let him sniff her good. Jake made one last
move towards her, but Bear's growl meant business and the mongrel limped off, his tail
between his legs. Lou Ann's knees were trembling. She'd been fought over and Bear
had taken her for his bitch. She felt very strange. As if she was caught between the
human world and the dog kingdom. It even thrilled her to say the word...
"Bitch..." She knelt to hug the Great Dane's neck. "I'm your bitch, Bear. You want to
come up to my bedroom?" The big dog seemed to understand. He licked her face and
whined. She let her hand slip under his belly, squeezed the thick sheath. Instantly his
red prick oozed out. "Come on, baby. We can't fool around out here in the yard with
Jake around."
Lou Ann was in a dream world. The house was empty, she had all the privacy she
wanted and something told her to use it. In the kitchen she cracked a half-dozen eggs
into a pan, stirred in some hamburger and left Bear to eat. Then she went upstairs and
showered. She sudsed her body with a special bar of musk soap a friend had given her
one Christmas. Then she powdered her skin and slipped into a very sheer shorty
nightgown. A skimpy pair of bikini panties completed the costume. She brushed out
her long, dark hair and tumed before the mirror. The fact that she was consciously
doing it all for a dog made her a little dizzy. She tried to find truth in her own
reflection. What was happening to her anyway? Was she really losing touch? What did
it matter to Bear what she wore? He wanted only one thing – her pussy. And yet it
made her excited to dress up for him. Dressing up for males was after all a very old
custom. Even in the animal world the males and females strutted and fluffed feathers
and showed off. And in a way she was glad she was facing that facet of her mind,
confronting the fears and shame she'd harbored about... dogs. Her skin tingled. Her
heart beat hard. She was going to let the biggest dog she'd ever seen have her body in a
few minutes and it was her own damned business.
When she called down the stairwell, Bear bounded up quickly. He lapped her fingers,
nostrils flared. He smelled her musk soap, he seemed to like it. Lou Ann led him to her
bedroom and turned out all the lights but a small bedside lamp. Then she lay back on
the bed and found she was trembling like a young bride.
"Come on, Bear. Come up on the bed." The huge animal jumped up and began to sniff
at her feet. Then he licked her toes, her ankles, her calves. Lou Ann shivered and tensed
her thigh muscles to start the luscious tensions building. Bear seemed to be searching
for the origin of the musky smell. His licking was soft, wet, hot. She opened her knees
a little so he could get under them to the soft white flesh. Growling affectionately, the
Great Dane gripped her knee with his teeth.
"Ahhhhh... Ohhhh, you sweet, sweet dog!" He was so much more intelligent than Jake
or the other farm mongrels. He seemed to know what she wanted. He was licking her
because she moaned excitedly when he did. It was as if he understood her response, and
was excited as well.
Bear pushed up the hem of her nightgown as he started wetting her thighs. He
thoroughly slickened her skin, then began to nuzzle confusedly at the nylon
pantycrotch which hid her moist, warm pussy. Lou Ann giggled, rubbed the dog behind
the ears.
"If you want me, Bear, you'll have to learn how to undress me."
He tilted his big head at her, tongue lolling out between his long fangs. He seemed to
be smiling, seemed to be accepting her challenge. Lou Ann was shaking with pent-up
passion. She sat up so she could rub the underbelly of the Great Dane. And when her
hands strayed back farther, she couldn't keep her fingers from massaging the furry
sheath that hid his lovely dog-cock. The red spear slithered out and she rubbed more to
see how big she could make it. Before her excited eyes, the tip began to swell. It formed
a knob at the end that was shaped like a barb. Glistening juice dripped from the end.
Such a beautiful, hot cock! Bear was a magnificent animal. She was only just beginning
to appreciate his beauty. And he was all hers. To have and to hold. She giggled again,
hugged him with wild amusement. Bear mistook her reaction and began to lick her
face, pushing her down on the mattress with his huge paws.
"You shouldn't be too rough with a girl," she scolded, grabbing his balls with both
hands. It took two to hold all of them. They were bigger than a man's balls. And
heavier, too. She rolled them in the slippery sac. Bear grunted with excitement, tried to
twist around so that he could lick the hand that was massaging him so nicely.
"You crazy dog – you like to be played with, don't you?" She pushed him roughly onto
his side and knelt there by his body. Bear let her, watching fully as she massaged his
scrotum and the furred hilt where his red prick extended from. A funny thrill poured
over Lou Ann's tits. Her nipples pushed the thin nighty out and her pussy was
thoroughly dampening the silken crotchpiece of her panties. The way his cock felt, the
way it looked... She reached a bottle of love oil from the table near the bed and poured
out a generous amount into her palm. Then very gingerly she smoothed it on the Great
Dane's raw-looking cock. He gave a shuddering whimper and began to pant. It looked
so sensitive, so full of nerves. Lou Ann jacked her fingers up and down on the steaming
meat. She could feel the lump at the end and her hand made a sucking noise against
the cock-flesh as she worked.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" She rolled his big balls again, coordinating her
movements, watching the Great Dane's reactions. He was shaking. The muscles in his
rear legs twitched from time to time and his heart pounded loud enough for her to
hear. Lou Ann watched the knob swelling as she brought her fingers up towards it. The
oil snapped and clicked. The barbed tip was enormous now, bigger than any human
cock she'd ever seen. And a funny thing was trickling through her mind. She'd thought
of it on the drive out of town. And every time she thought of it, it made her pussy flood
fresh butter. What if she... what if... Lou Ann shook her head.
"Bear, you must be seducing me or something weird. I was actually considering giving
you a blow-job. The dog was too far gone to acknowledge her soft words. He was
jerking and gasping, tongue laying out on the sheet. His staff was steely hard and yet
spongy at the tip. Lou Ann's head swam. She brought her face down close, smelled the
musky scent of the oil mingled with the dog's own smell. It was a good smell, animal
and fresh and hot with carnal hunger. Yes, even the smell was making her hungry. She
held her breath, licked, her lips. The bulging cock was only an inch from her mouth.
"No! I just can't!" She shook her head and tried to get her breath. For a moment she
had stopped moving her hands on the Great Dane's cock and he began to whine and
thrust his powerful haunches. He was magnificent! Not an ounce of fat anywhere. His
muscles were trim and strong and sure. He was so much better than a man. He was
even a better lover! And if he was her lover, why shouldn't she go ahead and suck...
"Jesus, what am I talking myself in to?" Again she'd forgotten to keep her hand going
and the big dog had begun to thrash around on the sheets. She petted his side and
began the jacking motions again. "Sorry, Bear. I keep teasing you, don't I?" She
watched the barbed tip swell again as her friction increased.. The oil leaked down her
wrist. She poured more over her knuckles and worked it gently into the red, hot meat.
She could see the orifice at the very end of Bear's prick. It seemed to open and close
with a steady pulsing rhythm. Her own pussy was leaking juice so bad that her ankle
had become soaked where she had it bent under her body. She was panting faster than
Bear now and her head felt light and free. She lowered her face towards him again. The
big cock seemed to jump up to meet her. She was trying to stop thinking, trying to be
like Bear. It was free, it was easy – it was natural to bring pleasure. These words flashed
past her fragmented consciousness. And then the heat of the dog's prick was so close!
She opened her lips, licked them again. The Great Dane lurched and his cock came
dangerously near. Lou Ann pushed all of her worries, all of her fears – pushed them
away and dropped her open mouth suddenly.
"Mmmmmm... Ohhnnnn." Her mind bucked at first, but the moment passed in less
than a second. The hot, huge cock slipped over her tongue and back to the beginning
of her throat. Bear grunted again, working his haunches now that he felt his cock
surrounded by her hot, wet mouth. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked the huge organ;
she drove her tongue back and forth along the underside. The barb grew huge. It was
so hot! With both hands she kneaded and fondled the Great Dane's balls, bobbing her
head up and down now, cooing through her flared nostrils as the animal's heat built.
Her pussy itched fantastically. She could hardly bear to keep her hands off her own
body. The feel of Bear's cock in her mouth made her remember how good it had felt
inside her convulsing pussy. She knew she wanted to be fucked, fucked quick. The dog
writhed there on the mattress as she nibbled at his meat with her teeth. She could take
him back into her throat now, and her lips touched the edge of the furry sheath when
she did. She was on all fours, leaning down over him. And then she couldn't take it
another second. She had to have that beautiful cock up inside her belly! Her cunt
spasmed at the mere thought, the powerful ring of muscles closing and opening as if
searching for the cock she needed. There wasn't time to slip her panties down. Instead
she straddled the dog's body and rolled him farther onto his back. His front paws
dangled cutely like a rabbit's.
"Ohhhh, Bear!" Lou Ann crawled between his front paws and straddled the dog's
midsection. Then she held the hot, raw cock in her fingers and eased her body back,
stretching her panty crotch out of the way with her other hand. It wasn't hard to find
her hole. The engorged barb slipped inside, and when she was sure she had his cock
lodged safely in her cunt-hole, she closed down hard.
Bear gave a shuddering whine and jerked his back to make it go deeper. Her velvety
folds sucked around the invading meat, adding heat and slickness to the already buttery
cock. Lou Ann hugged the Great Dane's big body and worked her ass up and down.
Another inch slipped inside her, then two. She was filling with dog-cock! Her dancing
hips rolled now to make the friction better. Sex juice boiled out around the edges of her
hole and drenched the dog's balls. He humped and flopped under Lou Ann's weight
and she liked holding him down like that and... raping him! Yes, she was in a way
doing just that. She kissed his neck fur and held on tight as her ass went wild. She was
so close to coming! She'd been excited ever since she'd taken Bear from the motel
where Eddy had lost his little game. And now it was better than she'd ever imagined sex
could be.
"Ohhhhh, honey... honey dog... sweet, sweet dog!" She worked her pretty ass like a
machinegun. Bear was hers, all hers. And she belonged to him. They could fuck till
doomsday and nobody would have a thing to say about it.
Then she was aware of something growing inside her – the hot tip of Bear's cock! It
was filling completely with blood and expanding to fill the deepest part of her cunt. Lou
Ann discovered that when she pulled her body forward, the swollen tip was wedged so
firmly against the mouth of her womb that she was caught! She was skewered, trapped,
helpless. The dog's own movements started her passions anew. She grunted and
growled. Like Bear was doing...
She was a bitch, his bitch! His cock had her prisoner and the feeling was glorious. Her
clit rubbed and rubbed his furry body. She pressed down hard and squirmed her peeled
pussy against the Great Dane's loins. This was the way a dog mated... with his cock
locked securely inside the female. Lou Ann knew there was no escape from the boiling
sap that would soon fill her.
"Ohhhh, this is fantastic!" she cried, rubbing the dog's ears and face and neck. Her tits
poked into the soft fur of his chest. She held one up for Bear to lick and he understood
immediately, taking the large, quivery swell into his mouth and lapping hungrily at the
dark finger of nipple-flesh.
Lou Ann writhed furiously as her come thundered down. She couldn't breathe, couldn't
think. She could only feel the fur of Bear's body rubbing her nakedness, his slick, raw
cock wedged into her cunt. And then it seemed that her body had become stretched
enough to slip up and down over the huge staff again. She was fucking like before and
the blood-swollen knob gouged furiously at the tender walls of her tube.
She felt the first hot bolt of jizz spew against the mouth of her womb. Then the dog
rammed his haunches upwards and the next fountain entered that knotted opening to
her baby-maker. With trembling fingers she felt the base of his red shaft where it
entered her box, felt the smooth slide of it in and out of her sucking pussy.
And then she was coming, too. A storm of tickly lust brought a whine from her throat.
She screamed words that weren't really words at all. She clawed at the Great Dane's
coat and smothered her mouth into his neck. The dog's hind legs flopped against the
insides of her thighs as he fucked her with yelping fury. Lou Ann fell to one side, still
writhing like a madwoman. It was too good, too fantastic. She felt ravished, animal,
savage. Her teeth were bared now and saliva dripped from her mouth and wet Bear's
furry chest. She growled and bit him, bit him hard enough to make him yelp. All
thoughts had been washed from her mind. She was a sex-crazed female animal atop
another animal. She ground her aching clitoris in circles against the slimy base of the
dog's cock. Their bodies were sticky with leaking cum. And now that she was on her
side, Lou Ann found she could get her legs scissored around the small part of Bear's
middle. She clenched him like that, pumping her ass like a rabbit now, letting the
glowing ball of pure pleasure build and build and build. She refused to let herself
completely over the line. She wanted release and yet wanted to tease it off, hold it just
out of reach.
The dog's clock was still rigid inside her cunt! She worked and flailed and snorted
through her nose. She bit Bear again and again he howled. But he liked it – she knew
he did. It was what dogs did when they mated. She hugged him between her quivering
thighs and fucked his cock like she wanted to break it off inside her cunt. And then she
couldn't hold herself any longer. The raging thrill swept over her. Exquisite bursts of
pleasure burned in her nipples, her ears, her belly. And her clitoris had become an
ecstatic finger of white-hot lust. The pear llike bead was sticking out from the soft folds
like a tiny cock and when she worked it against the dog's cock-sheath, the exploding
tension made her babble insanely.
"FUCK! OHHHH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! COMING SO DAMNED GOOOOD!!"
The two of them were wiggling and writhing so frantically that Lou Ann felt the dog's
cock slipping from her pussy. There was nothing in her mind to make her afraid of
tasting the big animal's sap now. She'd done everything else. So it seemed natural to
quickly drop her mouth around the leaking prick just as another eruption of cum
flooded from the orifice. She let the knob glide into her throat, felt it growing again.
Maybe Bear was going to have two comes... She curved her tongue into a hot trough
and sucked wildly. The boiling seed shot into her throat and she swallowed it down.
"Ohhhlnmmmm... Uhnnn." Her fingers played once again in the Great Dane's balls,
trying to nurse him dry as she nibbled the tender tip of his meat. It was over suddenly.
She sat back on the bed and wiped her chin with the back of a hand. Bear licked his
sagging cock and then Lou Ann's nearby toes.
"Good dog... good baby..." She petted him and cooed into his ear.
Lou Ann dozed for an hour. Then she awakened, tiptoed to her door and made sure it
was locked. In case her mother came home early, she wanted complete privacy. When
she slipped back into bed, Bear looked at her eagerly. She made him lie down and then,
with her back to him, worked her body in between his back legs. His cock jumped from
its sheath, hard and ready as it had been the first time.
"I have a feeling you like to fuck," she whispered, rubbing his fur. Slowly, holding his
extended barb between thumb and forefinger, she inserted it between her still puffy
labes. She worked her butt around so that the hot meat sunk deeper.
"Ohhhh... ohhh yesss!"
Then it was deep, deep within her box. Bear wanted to fuck her wildly again, but after a
few minutes of gentle cooing, she calmed him down He lay there on his side, Lou Ann
curled into the heat of his body. The long red dog-cock was grasped wetly in the
deepest folds of her pussy. She felt filled, loved, satisfied. Of course after a little while
she probably wouldn't be able to hole still any longer. And then she could let it all
happen again. But right now she just wanted to drowse with Bear's lovely cock up
inside her cunt. She nuzzled her head back against his chest and closed her eyes. At last
her femaleness felt completed. She felt loved. That it was a dog whose body joined hers
didn't seem to matter at all.
"Sweet dog..." she breathed, keeping her body still, waiting until the excitement became
too keen to keep from wiggling on the spear. "Sweet, sweet dog..."


Chapter 9

Susan had no idea at all what she would do. She felt safe in the truck only so long as it
was dark and she was out on the highway. In town the neon lights might give away her
secret – that she had no clothes and that her body was smeared with dried cum and
dirt. She had to concentrate hard just to drive the damned truck.
She tried not to think of what had happened back at the farm, how she'd been fought
over by those mongrels. And yet it excited her in an odd way. Her heart beat fast when
she remembered how Jake had tried to assume command and claimed her as his prize.
The other dogs hadn't given up, but Jake was obviously the one in charge. She could
almost remember how his cock had felt sliding into her small pussy!
"Ohhhhh. I shouldn't think about it. It was wrong. It was naughty!" She shook her
head, trying not to think about the dogs, or the way Uncle Tom had screwed her so
brutally. "The lousy bastard. I hate him! I'll never go back... never!"
What she wanted to do was find Nolan. She hardly knew him and yet he had treated
her kindly. She couldn't forget either the way he'd made her feel when he'd kissed and
touched her. Her body had felt nice when he'd sucked on it. Her breasts tingled to be
kissed by his loving mouth. He had acted like he wanted her. If only she could locate
him somewhere.
The lights of town were close now. Susan slowed and brushed the matted hair out of
her eyes. She sunk down lower in the seat. She trembled in fearful uncertainty. Town
was close now; she was passing the first gas station.
The lights of town passed on each side of the truck now. She looked around in vain for
Nolan's butane truck. He wouldn't be working at this hour even if she was to find it.
But the need to see something familiar, something he had touched was strong. On a
side street she finally caught sight of the big, white tank. Nolan was nowhere around of
course. He made his deliveries in the daytime. He was probably sleeping in a new
apartment... it he'd found one.
Susan thought about this. How many places rented rooms in town? Not many houses
were big enough to take boarders. If only she knew which ones might be probable
places. She took a left turn and cut down a sidestreet. Houses with lights on, houses
with lights off. Nobody seemed to be stirring in this part of town. When she saw the
car with the clothes hanging in the window, Susan drove past. She circled the block
slowly, keeping an eye out for pedestrians or policemen cruising the town. Then she
wheeled up to the same car, jumped naked into the street and opened the back door.
Thank God it was unlocked! She scooped the clothes from the hanger and padded back
to the truck. The pavement was cold on her bare feet. She drove quickly to another part
of town. She didn't know Wolverton at all. It was lucky it wasn't big enough to get lost
in. And then accidentally she came to the end of a street which bordered a small, town
park. There was a pond! She could see the water glimmering as it reflected the
houselights on the other side of the grassy expanse.
"Oh Jesus... thank you, Jesus!" She circled the park once. No one seemed to be on the
street or in the park either. She parked as close to the pond as possible. There was an
old rag in the glove compartment. Clutching it, she ran barefoot through the grass and
knelt at the water's edge.
It didn't take long. She scrubbed her face first, soaked her hair as clean as she could and
then started in on her shoulders. In only a few minutes she was sure she'd gotten most
of the dirt and cum washed off. She looked around like a jungle animal, then hurried
the few dozen steps back to the truck and climbed into the cab. It was only then that
she discovered what kind of clothes she'd taken from the parked car.
"A cheerleader's outfit!" She felt her heart fall. But the tiny, tiny dress seemed to be
about the right size and though there weren't any panties, the ones that were sewn into
the costume covered her well enough. She pulled the letter sweater over her bare tits
and wiggled it around until she felt comfortable. Then she started the truck and drove,
still barefoot, back into the center of town.
"At least they can't put me in jail for indecent exposure." For the first time that
evening, she smiled. Now if only she could find Nolan.
It was merely chance that Susan looked at the fuel gauge. It was already below empty.
She knew she didn't have enough gas to drive through town but a few more times. She
had no money, nothing. Her heart pounded. She saw the lights of a station ahead,
remembered it was the same place she'd stopped at with her cousin Lou Ann that very
morning. She hesitated, then wheeled into the brightly lit driveway. A man came out of
the station with a rag even before she'd stopped by the pumps. Susan sighed with relief
when she recognized... Bobby Lee. She even remembered his name!
"I was afraid you'd be off duty," she said as he came up. "You're Bobby Lee, aren't
you?"
"Why, sure." He pinched his eyebrows, then. raised them again. "Lou Ann's cousin," he
burst out, pointing triumphantly. "Ain't I right?"
Susan tried to appear more happy than she was. She nodded, smiled.
"Well, what can I do for you?" Bobby Lee said. wiping the rag over his greasy hands.
"You know I get off here in half an hour. I already worked two damn shifts today 'cause
the boss decided he wanted to get drunk yesterday." Bobby Lee sucked a tooth. "Why
don't I take you out to Jackson's on Highway Eighty and buy you a beer? I can get you
in without an I.D."
"Thanks just the same but all I need is some gas." Susan noticed that Bobby Lee had
seen her outfit. He stepped back, still wiping his hands or the rag.
"Sure... sure." He unhooked the nozzle and jammed it in the tank. He was peering in
the truck now, taking her in good. The gas poured into the truck.
"Stop at a dollar's worth."
"Just a buck's worth?" The nozzle clicked as he let it go. "Hell I'm on a buck seventyfive now."
"Lou Ann's going to drop by to pay you first thing tomorrow," she lied.
"Oh." Bobby Lee put the nozzle back in the pump. "Okay. Sure..' He squirted a streak
of soapy water across her windshield and rubbed at a clotted grasshopper. He was
checking out her thighs now. Checking them out good. Susan blushed and wished the
silly little skirt was longer.
"I didn't know you was a cheerleader for Wolverton High." Bobby looked sly. "You
only been in town a couple of days, ain't ya?"
"I stole it!" she blurted, pretending to be sly right back at him. Bobby stared hard and
then began to laugh.
"You know I think you're as crazy as your cousin." He snapped the rag and stuffed it
into his pocket. "Hey, you gonna let me buy you that beer?"
"Actually I was looking for someone." She paused to see if Bobby Lee had taken
offense. "Do you know a guy named Nolan?"
"You mean Nolan Hollingsworth, that boy who drives the butane truck?"
"Yes, that's him."
Bobby chuckled. "Hell, he's probably out at Jackson's right now. He hangs out there
sometimes."
"Oh." Susan bit her bottom lip. She looked at Bobby. "Maybe... uh... do you think you
might do me a favor?"
"Sure," Bobby nodded.
Five minutes later she was sitting in Bobby Lee's Chevy heading out on Highway
Eighty towards Jackson's Swing Club.
When Bobby pulled up in front of Jackson's and killed the engine, Susan could hear the
loud juke box and drunken laughs from inside. It looked like a den of wolves. Bobby
got out and went inside.
Susan didn't know how long she waited. It seemed longer that it really was. But when
Nolan came jogging out of the bar and headed over to Bobby Lee's car, her heart
overflowed with relief and gladness.
"Susan!" He slid into the seat and hugged her to him. "I was going to come get you
tomorrow morning even if I had to fight that bastard uncle of yours. Girls were just a
game till I met you!"
She wiped tears of happiness away and started telling him what had happened. She told
of being locked in the shed and attacked by her uncle. She left out the part with the
dogs.
"We'll go over to where I'm staying," he told her. "I got a room at that broken-down
motel on Forty-two. They don't care what goes on as long as I pay 'em every morning."
Nolan led her to his old car and they drove away from Jackson's.
Susan snuggled against the boy's warmth. She remembered what he had almost done to
her in his room at her uncle's place. And she knew of course that he would want to
finish things this time when they got to the motel. Her heart fluttered at the thought of
Nolan's mouth against her pubes. Her cunt was really wet now. She could even smell
herself in the closeness of the car. Nolan smelled her, too. He smiled at the short skirt
and sweater she had on.
"Boy, I'll bet Cora Watson is going to shit when she finds out her cheerleading outfit is
gone."
"We can mail it back to her." Susan ran her fingers across Nolan's chest. It was the
most daring thing she'd ever done on her own while with a boy, and it made her feel
terribly excited when he unbuttoned his shirt so she could slip inside.
At the motel Nolan closed and locked the door behind them. He stood looking at Susan
until she thought her little pussy might leak juice onto the floor! She was coming
unglued. She hadn't realized just how excited she was. Except when she closed her eyes,
the images of the mongrels at the farm were clear as if they were there in the room with
her. She sighed to herself and sat down on the bed. Nolan was jerking off his pants and
shirt.
"God, you look good."
"I should take a shower."
"I couldn't wait that long." He sat beside her on the bed and began kissing her mouth
and neck. She relaxed, letting him. His tongue worked into the hot whorl of her ear
and she gave a hot cry of pleasure.
"I don't ever want to be afraid again," she whispered. "You've got to help me." Susan
could almost hear the dogs barking for her, fighting over her hot, tight pussy. She
wished Nolan would bite her ear a little. "Ohhhh, that feels nice. Do it harder, okay?"
"It's such a pretty little ear. I just about come when I sink my teeth into it "
"Yessss... like that... Ohhhhh!"
She pressed her head against his mouth, gasping as the keen sensation of being bitten
made her pink nipples stand out rigidly under the letter sweater. Nolan's fingers slipped
up her bare thigh and began to plow against the pantycrotch of the costume. Susan felt
the material being pushed up into her cunt. She rolled her bottom, unashamed to move
like that. What did it matter now? Her uncle had raped her, the farm dogs had taken all
they wanted. It was her turn now. She wanted to have what Susan wanted. She wanted
Nolan. But she wanted him to be rougher, too – like Jake, the big dog at the farm had
been.
"Ohhhhh. "she gasped, struggling against him. If she fought him a little, that would
make him fight her. She hoped that Nolan wouldn't think she didn't like him or
anything; she hoped that he would play the game with her. And he did!
When she resisted, he forced her back on the bed and began to tear at the zipper of her
cheerleading outfit. She wallowed around, trying to catch his hands. Her heart fluttered
wildly as he drove her back and pinned her legs with his knee. The dress was pulled
down over her thighs and then he was pushing the sweater up to bare her aching,
adolescent tits.
His mouth went down and she tried to squirm away. He licked one tit until the warm
saliva trickled down her side. She caught at the back of his head and forced his face
hard against her. His teeth went into the tender flesh.
"Bite me... Oh, please! Ohhhhh... Ahhhhhhh!"
"I don't want to hurt you..."
"Noooo... you won't... even if you do, I won't mind..."
His fingers were pressing harder into the side of her leg. She felt him searching deep for
the tendons and muscles. She opened her legs and the skirt fell off her ankles. She was
bared for him now and the musky aroma of her young pussy filled the air. She felt her
butter leaking out against his shy fingers. She bucked her ass, frolicking, daring him to
grab her.
Her hands slipped down until she found his cock. She'd never had that lovely thing
inside her yet. That cock was what she wanted, no one else. And it felt kind of like a
dog's cock. Dog-cocks were nice things. Scary things. Her mind played with canine
images again, the furry backs and bellies, the fangs cutting her neck. She wished that
Nolan would growl a little. It was happening too easy, too quick.
"Do you want me bad?" she whispered.
"Christ! I've never wanted anyone more!"
Susan smiled to herself, turned in Nolan's arms. He grappled after her, but she was on
her hands and knees on the bed, swishing her butt back and forth. He moaned and
began to lick the cheeks of her trim ass. She could feel him tracing the gentle curve of
her small waist and the slight swell of her hips. His mouth sucked the unblemished
white skin. Tremors of quivery hunger coursed through her seeping cunt. She wiggled
again.
Nolan hooked a finger up into her feverish pussy. As if he'd broken a dam, her butter
flooded out onto his knuckles. And then she sensed that blood was flowing, too.
"Ohhhh..." She looked back under her belly and saw that Nolan's fingers were covered
with blood. Her period had just started. Instead of embarrassment, Susan felt
ravenously sexy! The blood only added to the carnal beauty of it all. She panted like an
animal. She was an animal! It was lovely to be an animal and in heat!
Nolan seemed to think so, too. He pressed his hand to his mouth and licked the blood
off every finger. Then he gouged out more and smeared it over her butt and back.
Susan whined lust through her nose.
"On my titties, too... Ohhhh, please, Nolan... Ohhh, yessss!"
Nolan squeezed her bloated cunt-lips together with one hand as he held a cupped palm
near. The red, hot blood oozed out and he smeared it up under her body, coating her
tits thoroughly, working the red stuff into each nipple. She was twitching with the fever
of his movements and the subtle friction against her pussy when he worked the blood
out. Then she watched him smear it over his arms and shoulders and neck. Her young
cunt felt like a ripe flower ready to be penetrated. When she saw Nolan smearing more
blood onto his cock, her lips curled back from her teeth and she snapped them
together. He looked more like a dog that way. His cock looked red and raw and slick
just like those mongrel cocks. She cried for him to touch her again.
"You really are crazy. I love you like this..."
"Ohhh, bite me, Nolan – bite me!" There, she'd said it. She didn't care. It was what she
wanted. And he didn't know about what had happened in her uncle's shed. He only
knew that that dog had tried to jump her while she'd been peeing behind the butane
truck.
Nolan's breath on her butt was excruciatingly nice. Then his mouth pulled the white
flesh into it and his teeth cut her.
"Eeeee! Ohhhh, Christ! Oh, fuck-f-f-fuck!"
"Harder?"
"Harder!"
She wiggled with glorious passion as he licked his way to another spot and sunk his
teeth in again. The hurt was doing devastating things to her pussy. She felt new floods
of butter seeping down her thighs. Then Nolan was rolling onto his back suddenly,
working his shoulders between her knees. She opened them for him, looking back
under her body as he brought his mouth closer to her messy cunt. His fingers pulled
her down until she was sitting on his mouth. The sudden thrust of his tongue along her
bloody gash brought a wolflike cry from out of her throat. It seemed natural to make
noises like an animal might "Honey... ahhhhh... OHHHmmmmm..."
She rocked her hips and as her outer labes peeled back, she drove the velvety insides of
her clit down hard against Nolan's bared teeth. He seemed to understand that she
wanted to be hurt again. She felt him biting her tenderly at first, sucking the tinier,
inner lips between his teeth and testing how much she could take.
"Hurt me – hurt me bad!" she growled and tossed her long, brown hair. Her shoulders
shook. Her fingers splayed out against the bedspread. She could see the blood smears
on her tits and belly and could see the way her soppy pussy was wrapped around
Nolan's face. She worked her ass up and down rapidly as he nipped at the delicate
folds. The sucking, slipping noise of her cunt over his mouth made her glow like the
sun. She was babbling something about dogs. No... she couldn't let him know
everything... she didn't want him to think that she was abnormal.
"You like dogs?" He laughed and licked her clitoris until it throbbed stiffly from behind
its hot hood. "Am I your dog?"
"Yesss!" she cried before she could think. She turned suddenly and, unstraddling his
face, began to bite at his chest and belly. Nolan laughed again, but then she could tell
that his breathing was ragged and hot. She brought a yelp from him as she sank her
small white teeth into the flesh around his belly button. Then she worked her mouth
farther down his body.
She was near his cock. It stood up, rigid and blood-smeared. She opened her mouth
around an inviting thigh and twisted her head back and forth like dogs did when they
were tearing at a jackrabbit. Nolan grunted with passion. She was hurting him, but he
seemed to like it. She took her mouth away and looked at the small indentations her
teeth had made. She kissed them. Then she got as close to his balls as she could and bit
again. With her shaking fingers she felt that his cock had surged hugely as she bit. She
jacked the skin up and down and sucked his balls deep into her mouth.
"Hey, easy! Ohhh, Jesus!" Nolan could hardly speak he was panting so hard. But Susan
wasn't going to hurt him. She only wanted him to feel her teeth and know that he
should trust her completely.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"Ohhhh, baby! Oh, God, you're good..."
Susan unmouthed the soft, hot nuts. "You look delicious all smeared with blood," she
whimpered, running her tongue tip up the underside of his shaft. Nolan lifted his hips
from the bed and worked them up and down. Susan teased him again, putting her lips
almost around his thick prick and then taking them away again.
"What if I bite you?" she giggled.
"Bite me – I don't care."
Susan dropped her mouth around the long, hot dong. It felt strange in her mouth. She
knew she was walking into places where she'd only been a dreamer before. But the
biting and the blood and the growls made it easier. She felt free – free as an animal,
free as a dog. They didn't stop to worry about right and wrong. If it felt good, do it!
And it felt good to have Nolan's throbbing cock sliding back and forth in the trough
her pink tongue was making.
"Ahhhhh..." Nolan grunted. Susan tightened her jaws until she was biting the rigid
shaft. She slipped her mouth back and began to dine on the spongy, purple tip, running
her incisors around the ridged part until Nolan beat the bed with his fists and caught
frantically at her head.
"Uhn... Susan baby... take it easy..."
She felt wilder than ever. She turned again and jumped atop his body. He let her hold
his arms down, though she knew he was much stronger. But she pinned him like that
and began to lick hungrily at his nipples. They were small and hard and hairy, and
when she nibbled tenderly at them, Nolan writhed and gasped under her. The
movements of his hips, the feel of his cock pressed between their bellies was
unbelievable! She'd never guessed that lovemaking could be so free, so crazy! She'd
always assumed that a woman lay on her back, opened her legs and the man fucked
her. How little she knew! And how much she was finding out!
"I gotta fuck you," Nolan grunted, throwing her to the side.
She got quickly to her hands and knees and started crawling away from him. He
laughed and caught her slim hips with both hands. She felt him mount her like a dog
would do and the thrill that exploded in the pit of her pussy made her shiver from head
to toe.
"You're my bitch. You like to be a bitch, don't you?"
Susan made a whimpering sound of affirmation. She was still trying hard to escape.
Hard enough to make Nolan rough with her. He could hardly stay atop her back. Then
he did exactly what she wanted him to do. His teeth went into the flesh of her shoulder.
It hurt! She lessened her struggling and whined. His cock slapped wetly against the
inside of her thigh. His fingers gouged her blooming petals even wider. She felt the hot,
spit-wet tip pop into her slit. Nolan humped his back and the knob rubbed her clitoris
in a way that made the bottoms of her feet burn. She tossed her head around like a
mare about to be fucked. She was about to be fucked. It was too, too wonderful. But
she still wanted to make it hard.
"Nooooo!"
She was trying to get away again. Nolan turned his head to the side and got her neck in
the vise-grip of his jaws. She shuddered helplessly as the teeth went into the soft flesh.
Her nerves tingled and burned. Nolan shook her a little and she felt his belly slipping
up her ass. Then his hot crown was pressing into the pinched soft beginning of her
cunt. He growled through the bite he had and lunged wildly forward.
Susan coughed and went down on one elbow as she felt her small pussy suddenly filled
with prick. Her cunt muscles squeezed down as the friction excited the nerve endings
into spuming contractions.
"Ohhh, noo! Oh, you fucked me... you fucked me so hard!"
She drooled and bit her lip and sobbed dry sobs of hungry lust. She tossed her young
ass like she wanted to break Nolan's cock off and keep it inside her cunt forever. Nolan
jammed her hard.
"Baby... Jesus..."
He rubbed her belly and dug a finger into the slime of her clit folds. Blood and butter
flooded out, coating her lover's knuckles. She could smell the rising heat of their bodies.
She was having a hard time thinking at all. She moved and groaned and fucked her
willowy little body like a snake in heat. She hadn't guessed she could move like that!
She was soaring with tickly ecstasy. She couldn't seem to get enough! Nolan kissed her
between the shoulder blades.
"Your body... it's so small and strong." Then he was biting her again. It hurt! She tore
herself from his mouth to make it hurt even more.
"Ohhhhh... ouch... mmmmm!" Her ass danced back against his body. She could feel his
balls swinging hard against the underside of her pussy. They slopped into the blood and
butter that flooded out. She grabbed under her belly and caught them. Nolan stopped
breathing as she squeezed his nuts as hard as she dared.
"How do they work?" she breathed.
"They won't unless you let them go..." His voice was as tight as a high wire.
"But the cum – what makes it squirt out the end of your cock?"
Susan had never thought she'd be able to ask such things. But she seemed completely at
ease with Nolan now. And the heat of her body could let her think only of sex.
"Feel back further... up under where my scrotum is attached... there."
Susan could feel the throbbing lump of something hidden up between Nolan's thighs.
She massaged the lump and heard him grunt and thrust his cock deeper into her pussy.
This curious bit of new knowledge Susan found fascinating. Another little secret. She
squeezed and pushed against the hot lump that seemed to be the powerhouse of
Nolan's sex parts. The pump – yes, that was it!
But he was fucking her so hard now that she had to steady her weight to keep from
falling forward on her face. Her arms trembled as she held them apart to brace against
the thrusting violence of Nolan on her back. He was panting hard and biting her back
with each deep push into her seeping hole.
"Ohhh, honey... Ohhh, I think I'm gonna come..."
The sensations had rushed upon her so suddenly that Susan was having a hard time
getting air into her lungs. She arched and humped her back in time to the deep stab of
the swollen prick that had her so thoroughly skewered. Nolan held her with his hands.
"God... you're tight... soo hot." He licked the nape of her neck. "I can get way inside... I
can feel your womb... does it hurt?"
"Ohhhh... a little... but I don't care."
"I'm gonna fill you full of cream! I'm gonna pump jizz inside your cunt until it runs out
again!"
"Yesss! Ohhhh, God, I'm going crazy!"
Susan was plunged into the throes of orgasm so fast that she bit blood from her lip.
Her ass moved in a dozen directions so fast that the air screamed through her nostrils
and her eyes blacked out. She squirmed and wiggled and danced her clasping cunt
around the hot, hard cock that gouged her delicate womb. She cried with sobs of
pleasure. She curled her fingers, balling the bedspread inside her hot palms. The throbs
of ecstasy ravaged her clit like shotgun shells exploding. Her heart pounded. She
worked the tickling heaven against Nolan's fingers. He rubbed her teasingly, making
the long surges of carnal delight last and last and last.
And then as she was slipping off the pleasure ride, she had the sudden desire to see him
shoot! She had to know what a man's body was all about and how it worked. She
pulled herself into a fetal ball and rolled from under his lunging hips.
"Hey! Ohhhh, Christ!" Nolan fought to find her soft hole again. His cock slapped her
thigh and then she caught it with a shaking hand and pushed him over onto his back.
He fell weakly, hips still pumping like crazy.
"Your cock's so hard!"
She curled her fingers around the thick staff just as a droplet of milky juice appeared at
the tiny orifice. She jacked up and down three times and stopped. Nolan made a noise
like someone was twisting a knife blade up into his ass.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Arrr... uhnnnnn... Don't stop, damn it!"
Susan worked her fingers tighter under the bulging, purple crown. The blond hair
around his rigid prick was drenched with blood and sex juice. His balls had pulled tight
against his body, up against the throbbing lump she'd discovered only minutes before.
Susan pushed her free hand up to rub the lump. Nolan seemed to be gagging on his
own tongue. What must it feel like?
And then a thought occurred to Susan that she never would have normally considered.
If she wanted to get as close to that secret, bulging pump, as close as possible, couldn't
she slip in the back door?
Instead of shame or embarrassment for having considered something so foreign to her
usual patterns of behavior, Susy jammed a forefinger into her mouth to lubricate it.
Then she snuck it back along the taut flesh behind Nolan's prostate and hooked it up
deep into his asshole. She found the exploding organ easily. It felt like it was about to
go off like an atom bomb. Susan dug at it experimentally, biting her tongue in avid
concentration.
Nolan went rigid, his face twisted in ecstatic agony. She massaged the prostate tenderly
and noticed that somehow she had stopped his come in mid squirt. A tiny ooze of jizz
dribbled out from the tip of his cock and slipped down over her knuckles. She jacked
his prick slowly, but nothing more erupted. Then she wiggled her finger deeper into her
lover's ass and gouged the rock-hard bulge with a fingernail. The head of Nolan's cock
swelled until the thin membrane was stretched glossy tight. She tickled two fmgers into
his asshole now, pushing and digging at the mysterious thing she'd so happily
discovered.
"Uhhhnnnnnnnn..."
Nolan's thigh muscles bulged out hugely. His chest was hard as steel and he still wasn't
breathing. Susan was panting with excitement just watching him. And then she had
another inspiration. She opened her small mouth and pushed it down over the boy's
feverish prick. At the same time she fluttered her fingers back and forth over his
prostate. She had only flicked the head of his cock three times with her tongue tip
when a charge of hot jizz jetted powerfully into her throat. She had to swallow fast
because suddenly the boy's balls were emptying. It seemed like he must have a gallon!
Hot cream spewed with bursting pressure from the turgid knob. Slick strings of white
dripped from the corners of her mouth and popped in her nostrils as she wolfed them
down.
"HHHhnnnnn... fuck..." Nolan moaned. He tossed on the bed like a bull with a spur in
his side.
The sensation of her mouth being pumped full of hot jism was wonderful. Susan hadn't
guessed it could be so satisfying. And the stuff slipped easily down her throat – what
she could swallow. The rest spurted out from around her lips and coated Nolan's
emptying balls. She nursed him thoroughly, pulling her troughed tongue up the length
of his cock-shaft very slowly, feeling the last droplets ooze out. Finally she took her
mouth away with a smack and licked her chin.
"Like it?"
"You... how did you know..." Nolan fell limp on the bed, eyes closed, mouth hanging
open. She patted his stomach and let her body rest atop his.
"Oh, Nolan... I'm so happy."
"You and me both." He soothed her fevered face. "You and me gotta stick together."
"I'd love to. I haven't known anybody like you, Nolan. You're so nice to me."
Susan went to sleep like that and dreamed of Nolan fucking her. Except the lower part
of his body was that of a dog. It was a strange dream.
When Susan woke up the next morning, there was a note from Nolan that said he'd be
back after work and that they'd try and find another place to live then. Susan knew that
she was underage and that they would have to be careful. Maybe Nolan knew of some
place where no one would bother them. She didn't really want to stay in Wolverton. It
was too close to her uncle and aunt. They might make trouble with the authorities if
they found out she was still around. Of course she could make trouble, too, if she let
somebody know what Uncle Tom had done to her.
She showered and found an old shirt of Nolan's to put on. She still didn't have any
panties, so she decided to wash the cheerleader's outfit and hang it over the shower rod
to dry. Then she listened to the radio awhile. She wished she could go outside, but she
had no shoes and the wind might blow the shirttail up and expose her bare ass to
anyone who happened to be around.
"Damn it anyway... I'm bored." Already her twat was aching for some more attention.
She had more action in the past few days than she'd had in a lifetime. Of couse so far it
had been a pretty short lifetime. "I'll be sixteen pretty soon – and I already know how
to please a man."
She wandered around the small room, pushing the curtains out of the way from time to
time to look outside. She was tempted to lie on her back on the bed and play with her
pussy. Oh, why didn't Nolan come home for lunch so they could fuck again? There was
an old magazine on the dresser and she tried reading that but she wasn't really
interested. Her mind kept straying back to sex. And sex only made her think of Nolan
and... dogs!
It was about then that she heard a car pull up at the unit next to the one she was in.
She watched through the curtains as a family from Kansas got out and began unloading
their car. There were a couple of kids and... a dog! A big, beautiful Collie. Susan was
ashamed at the way her body was responding. She licked her lips and rubbed her
sweaty palms on her legs. Wasn't Nolan satisfying enough for her? Of course he was –
but Nolan was gone. And she couldn't rid herself of the memory of those mutts at the
farm scrapping for her.
The family stayed in the room for a while and then came back outside. There seemed to
be an argument about what to do with Archy. Archy was the Collie's name. The
mother argued that they couldn't leave him in the room. And the father didn't want to
leave him in the car either since they were going out to eat and later to a movie. The
children began nagging to go; they were hungry .
Susan was breathing hard. The big dog looked gentle and soft and pretty. Would those
people see the look of lust on her face? She bit her lip and put her hand on the
doorknob. No... she just couldn't do it. And yet she could hardly keep her bottom still.
Hot juice oiled her cunt-lips, made her clit rub out from the place where it had been
sleeping. She twisted the knob, opened the door and leaned out so that the people
couldn't see her bare legs.
"I couldn't help overhearing," she started. "If you'd like, I'll be happy to keep your dog
while you're gone. I live here."
"Well, that's mighty nice of you, young lady," the man said. He looked at his wife to
see how she felt.
"Are you sure it wouldn't be any trouble?" the woman said.
Susan smiled and shook her head hard. "Oh, no! I really like dogs!" She blushed at the
ironic truth of her words, but the man and woman didn't seem to notice.
"Come here, Archy... come over here." The man patted the dog and handed the leash
through the screen door. Susan took it and urged the dog inside. "Thanks again," the
man said, "we should be back in three or four hours."
"Have a good time," Susan waved.
As soon as she heard the car drive off, Susan got down on the floor and began to pet
the dog feverishly. He sniffed her cunt-musky hands and then pushed his nose down to
discover the source of this delicate aroma. Susan was flooding hot butter just out of
anticipation. She had the feeling that this dog would know exactly what to do.
"Good boy... good boy." She sat on the rug with her legs apart and let him lick at her
brown pussy curls. Then he licked deeper and a chill blasted up her spine. "Up on the
bed, boy! Up!"
She fIipped the shirttail up and got onto her hands and knees. The dog seemed a bit
uncertain. She wasn't furry, for one thing, and she didn't smell like the bitches he'd
screwed.
Susan realized that she might have to give him some encouragement. She slipped a
hand under his belly and massaged the sheath where his cock was hidden. Slowly the
red tip emerged. It was pulsing and glistening wet, just like the cocks of the mongrels
who'd raped her so thoroughly.
"That's a boy... good dog..." She got on her hands and knees again and twitched her
butt. With her thighs apart, her pussy was open and the fucky smell wafted into the air.
The Collie began to whine and lick the backs of her thighs, wetting her butt finally and
the taut, wrinkled knot of her asshole. It felt lovely! Susan panted loudly, hoping that
her growing excitement would be contagious.
The dog picked it up. He began to whine and jump around on the bed. Then he would
press his long nose up between her thighs again. Scooting her knees wider on the bed,
she arched her back sharply down so that her pubes would flower out behind. The
animal sensed what she wanted. He pulled his hot tongue through the puffy, steamy
mess. On the third lick Susan felt it go deep enough to rake her clit.
"Ohhh, yesss, doggy! That's a good boy!"
The dog was ecstatic. He bounded up onto her back, then down again. He turned
around and around in the middle of the bed. Susan looked back and could see that his
cock was half-emerged from the sheath. She ruffled his fur and began to wrestle with
him, slipping fingers in slyly to jack the prick out longer. Her ploy seemed to be
working. The Collie's breathing was raspy and strained. His mouth smelled like her
musk and his furry chin was drenched with her butter.
"Up, boy. Come on!" She was on her hands and knees again, wiggling her ass like
crazy. It was all she could do to keep her fingers out of her own slit. But she wanted the
dog to do it all. She wanted to have it like it had been in the shed with the mongrels.
The Collie had his paws up on her back again. The touch of his claws and the hard
little pads slipping up between her shoulder blades made Susan moan. She could feel
that lovely Collie fur rubbing her butt too! And then something wet and hot touched
one cheek. She knew that the dog was learning what it was all about; his instincts had
pushed through his initial confusion. And so, though she was not much like a female
dog in smell and looks, the Collie had figured out that she had a hole in about the same
place and that his cock would feel good if he could slip it inside.
"Yesss! Yes, doggy – hurry!" She tossed her head. Long brown hair curtained her face
and she heaved with her labored breathing. The dog's slippery prick was between her
ass-cheeks now and as she wiggled, it slipped down, down, down.
"There, dog – there!"
The dog was still a little unsure. He jabbed his haunches as if testing her. The cocktip
gouged apart her inner labes. She picked up the heat from his body quickly. She
wiggled again. She cooed encouragement. The big dog licked her back and rocked his
hind legs.
"Ohhh, fuck! Fuck me! Hurry, doggy!"
Her trembling body did something to the dog. As one of her outer cunt-lips folded over
the barb of his cock, the friction set him off. He was suddenly bobbing and jabbing and
barking. She felt the barb dividing the dainty membranes that opened into her box.
Susan was babbling with relief as the slippery shaft glided past the ring of muscles.
When she was sure the dog-cock was at least four inches into her snatch, she clamped
down hard with her cunt muscles. The animal went into a shivering, twitching fit.
"Ohh, I've got you now, doggy!" she giggled, feeling kind of crazy, feeling good.
The dog flailed and whimpered, his tongue hanging out. She knew it felt good for him,
though, because when she whipped her ass back and forth, the animal lunged like a
maniac to wedge his meat deeper into her hot cunt.
From the mirror on the dresser she could see herself getting fucked by the pretty dog.
This reflection gave her distance, made her an observer and at the same time she was
getting fucked. It made it doubly good! She focused her eyes and watched as the
thoroughly excited dog rammed at her with his spasming haunches. She could see the
glistening red meat when he pulled back and then it disappeared as she took him all the
way to the furry hilt.
"Uhhnnn... Fuckkk... Ohhh, Goddamn it... soooooo nice... soooo fucking good!"
The big dog licked her neck while he fucked. It wasn't quite as good as being bitten,
but she couldn't seem to make him understand that she wanted to be held. Maybe if
she tried to get away!
She started crawling forward, tried to dislodge the hot, thick cock that gouged deep into
her cunt. The Collie yelped and thrust forward. She moved again. This time he got the
idea. His long mouth opened and closed again, this time around her slender neck.
Susan's mouth fell open as the lovely, white teeth went deep in her flesh. The cut of
them sent thrilling shivers down her back. The same shivers washing along the
underside of her body, washed along her belly and focused in a glowing storm between
her outer labes. More butter flooded out to make even more subtle the jabbing, fucking
friction between the dog's sleek cock and her clasping pussy.
"Uhn... yessss... harder, doggy! Fuck me harder!"
The collie worked his hips back and forth now. She could feel his barb had swollen
hugely and she wasn't so sure she could get away even if she'd wanted to.
Susan could feel her tiny itches growing. They built around the edges of her hole,
tickled around the hooded clit. That little bead wasn't so swollen as usual, but it had
emerged from its hiding place and when she pushed a finger back along it, it filled with
blood and jutted out of the oily, hot mess of velvety folds. The Collie crammed her full
of prick and the tension of the tissues being stretched like that brought a new rush of
sensations to her clitoris. Now she was working her way up the hill. She was climbing
excitedly towards that tempest that would focus every bit of pleasure in her body and
the dog's body, would focus it into a needlelike exultation that Susan thought bordered
on complete madness. It was a lovely madness where nothing in the world mattered but
the grinding, wallowing seizure of hungry lust. God didn't matter then, nor worries
about money or a place to stay. Nothing mattered when a hot cock was stabbing inside
her pussy! That sweet hole was made to fit around something like the Collie had. Or a
cock shaped like Nolan's. Did it really matter?
And then she heard the car door slam outside the room. The Collie was going crazy on
her back. His cock was so deep that when he lunged, her insides pushed forward with
the stiff, potent dong. And her clit was pulsing twenty times a second. She was just a
little bit away from that yelping, razor-keen edge of ecstasy!
In the mirror Susan could see her knees bent, her ass wiggling back against the dog's
furry underside. Her toes were pointed with the tension. Her small tits hung down,
feeling heavier than usual, the pink nipples fully extended. All this... and the sound of a
key in the lock.
What would Nolan think? What could he say? But, as she knew so well, nothing could
matter now! She was too close to heaven! The dog's slick cock beat like a huge heart in.
the pit of her pussy! She scratched at the bedspread and pretended to get away so that
the Collie would bite her again. He did, and as he held her neck firmly again, she felt
his balls shoot thick. cream into her womb. Exactly then she was pushed over the line.
Her clit tingled like it was being attacked by ants. Then it burst... burst in waves of
flaming, ravenous pleasure. And the door swung open.
"Nolan!" she babbled. "Honey..." She couldn't think of what to say, could hardly even
mouth the sounds which made up his name. She expected to be struck, expected the
dog to be kicked away like that time in the country when she'd tried to pee and the dog
had mounted and fucked her.
But instead she felt movement close by. Nolan was stripping off his shirt, slipping
under her belly, sliding his face up between her outstretched hands. Then she saw his
grin and let her face drop until their mouths touched. His tongue shot into her mouth
and she gave him hers to suck. He pulled it between his teeth and moaned. The dog
was locked in the whiplike, frantic throes of his orgasm. She felt hot seed bursting out
of her cunt as the Collie rammed her. His cocktip fountained again and again. It felt
like a quart of the sticky, steamy fluid was being forced into her flooded hole. She could
smell the sharp odor. Nolan kissed her tits and the orgasm was extended, her clit
picking up more energy from the three wallowing bodies. She flushed with happiness.
She bit at Nolan's face when he tried to kiss her again.
"Ohhh... you don't mind! You're not mad!"
"Course not, baby," he breathed, petting her back. She had fallen down upon him now,
the dog still locked in the hot embrace of her velvety cunt. He whined and laid his furry
head between her shoulder blades. She could feel him twitch from time to time, his
barb still pressed tightly against the knotted mouth of her uterus.
Susan felt free at last. She could talk to someone now who understood. She held
Nolan's face between her hands and kissed him deeply. It felt glorious, sandwiched
between this muscular, handsome boy and the warm furry dog on her back.
"I was afraid..."
"To be honest, it kinda turns me on." He felt the dog's flank, touched her bottom.
"God, he really gets deep, doesn't he?"
"Yes..." She closed her eyes. "I just can't help it, Nolan. I get crazy when a dog does it
to me."
"Well, I'll stick around if you let me take care of you when there's no dogs around."
Susan pinched his nose. "Silly! I like you just as much." She giggled teasingly. "And
anyway, you kiss better!" She pushed her open lips against his to show him she meant
it.
Finally he broke the kiss off. "You know we're going to have to leave town. Your uncle
is raising hell looking for you. He's calling you a runaway and your aunt believes it's all
on the up and up."
"If the police knew what he did to me..."
"I think he's got some friends down at the county courthouse. He sure is starting a
stink about you disappearing." Nolan kissed her forehead. "Can't say I blame him.
You're about the prettiest little piece of ass I've ever seen."
"And I'm all yours." She tickled him. "If you buy me a dog!"
"That's a deal." He let his fingers slip back on her body. Susan felt him touching the
place where her pussy was divided by the dog-cock. And the shiver that went through
her shoulders made her think of Nolan's cock. She suddenly wanted it inside her
mouth. There was time for that before they had to leave town. There was always time
for that.
She moved her butt and the Collie leaped off and curled in a corner. He looked tired.
Nolan looked at her in surprise as she worked the buttons on his Levi's loose.
"Hey..."
"Shhhh," she said, then licked her lips, "or don't you think you have time for me to
have a little snack before we leave..."
"Sure." Nolan crossed his hands behind his head and smiled. "Take all the time you
need, baby. All the time you need..."


THE END
