ANIMAL RAPE
By John Kellerman


Foreword

While the innocent are no strangers to violence, and never have been, the recent
upsurge in criminal activity has taken a particularly grim toll of the unsuspecting
bystander. And the reasons for their molestations have been more sinister.
Today's headlines and newscasts are filled with stories of oil company executives
kidnapped for political purposes, of innocent bystanders taken hostage during
robberies, of diplomats gunned down in the middle of foreign capitals.
Some of these acts have been committed in the name of some cause whose philosophy
is probably suspect and whose means of executing same is sordid. All this is done
because, supposedly, the end justifies the means. And what of the countless cases of
seemingly wanton violence committed for no apparent reason whatsoever? In either
case, it is the guiltless individual who suffers most.
ANIMAL RAPE is the story of an innocent young girl suffering at the hands of cruel
and depraved people. Her story holds a lesson for an uncaring society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Michelle was in her favorite position. Or one of them anyway. On her back. It wasn't
so much the angle of her body as the way she could see out through the open doors,
out over the bricked patio. With her head propped up she could see their stretch of
private beach and the big blue inflatable whale Martin had bought her last weekend.
Marty was walking out of the surf toward the whale. It looked like he was going to kick
it. Michelle made a bet with herself that he wouldn't. He was a good hundred yards
away, the sun doing nice things to his blond, shoulder-length hair. She watched him
advance on the inflatable beach toy. He kicked it high in the air.
"Shit," Michelle breathed, letting out a lungful of smoke. She put the small, brass hash
pipe to her lips and toked again. What a lazy day. Being on her back, getting stoned.
She wanted to take off her panties but was too comfortable to move a single muscle.
The skimpy, almost transparent things were all she had on. She let out her second
lungful of smoke and put the pipe on the floor beside the chaise longue. Marty was
almost to the patio. She squinted through the haze of blue smoke and sun at the
tightness of his trunks. He had such a nice cock. But sometimes she wondered what it
would be like if he had never been circumcised. Michelle waved at him.
"Hey..."
"You getting high already?" He untangled his sunglasses from his hair and folded them
carefully on the table. "You haven't even fed the goldfish yet."
"Fuck the goldfish. I'm bored."
Martin laughed. He got a beer from the refrigerator and took two big swallows. Then
he laughed again. He had a nice laugh. It kind of loped along, filling the spaces between
them until somebody thought of something else to say. Michelle wondered if she
wanted to be tied up. Finally she decided that she didn't.
"Marty...?"
"Yeah, I heard ya. You're bored." He laughed again, drank more of the beer. She could
see how his nose was peeling. It looked good peeling. Martin had been born to tan.
"Aren't you bored too? Just a little?" She let a hand fall down between her thighs. She
could feel the heat radiating from under the narrow band of nylon. She pressed three
fingers against the band. She left them there until they became slightly damp and then
pushed them under her nose. The subtle musk made her nostrils flare. Her pink nipples
began to fill with blood. She watched one detachedly as it grew from the dark areola,
poking up like a small finger. "Well, aren't you?"
"What...?"
"Bored."
Marty shrugged. "Oh I don't know." He was poking at her. "We could call up Sandy
Hollister and try a threesome."
Michelle shook her head. "Last time we did that you ended up in the Morgan with
her... remember?" She touched her silken covered cunt again. "There wasn't room for
me."
Martin laughed. "She said she really got off getting eaten in a car. She likes Morgans."
"She likes you." Michelle pushed a finger under one edge of the crotchband. "We start
as a threesome but she always manages to get you off alone somewhere." She moved
her finger back and forth until the outer cunt lips parted. They were very slick and wet.
The finger slipped in easily. She worked it deeper until she traced the bottom of her V
up to the place her clitoral hood bloomed from the delicate flesh like a exotic jungle
flower.
She liked to get a mirror and look at herself when Martin was gone. The way her skin
was so white, her labia and thighs and belly. But inside that mysterious cut in the lower
part of her body everything was wet and deeply colored. Fleshy purples and reds.
Buttery folds of mauve. It was very pretty really. And the wispy black hair that framed it
was a perfect touch. But now she could only feel it. The fresh, hot slick that her cunt
was flooding out. She rubbed teasingly against the hood and her clit became electric.
She could feel the pearl of pleasure swelling from its hiding place.
"Let me watch okay?" Marty came over and sat down crosslegged beside the chaise.
"No." She pulled her hand from beneath the clinging silk.
Martin grabbed her wrist and shoved the fingers under his nose. "Come on..."
Michelle jerked the hand away.
"What if I show a movie for you. I've been saving one back to surprise you."
Michelle sat up. She was a little short of breath. "You got one I haven't seen?"
"Uh-huh." Martin was already up, walking swiftly to the bookcase. He slipped a small
canister out from between some books and lifted the projector to the coffee table. "Eddy
had an extra print of this. It was shot this month down at Malibu."
Michelle lay back and once again let her hand stray down her belly. She petted the taut
dark curls while she watched Marty thread the machine and focus the flashing numbers
on the white wall opposite her. Then he shut the glass doors to the patio and pulled the
curtains. The room was plunged into half-darkness.
Michelle yawned. The hash made her a little sleepy. And she was still bored. She
couldn't even get very excited about the movie. She'd seen so many of them. Self
conscious men and women wrestling around with each other. It all looked... well, it
looked like it was being photographed. At first she'd been excited by the novelty of
watching people fuck on the wall of her very own home. Then the moving figures had
become detached ghosts of real people. Marty started the projector and the last few
preview numbers flashed by... 5... 4... 3...
"I bet you'll like this one," he said, coming over by where she lay and sitting on the
floor. Michelle put her middle finger just inside the pinched muscles of her cunt's
beginning and left it there. The movie began.
Two skimpily clad girls talked to each other. One looked very young. Fifteen, Michelle
guessed. But they could do a lot with makeup nowadays. Michelle wished she could
read their lips. Probably nothing interesting anyway. The door opened and a man
entered the room. He was old enough to be the father of the girls. And behind him he
led a big dog on a chain leash. Michelle sucked a quick breath. Her cunt had spasmed
around her middle finger and she let it slide a little deeper.
"Wow..." She licked her lips. "A dog..."
"I told you you were going to like this one." Martin laughed his easy laugh, swigged
beer. Michelle watched the flickering shadows on the wall.
The man smiled and pointed to the dog and said something that made the two girls
laugh. The younger girl knelt to pet the animal. She scratched its head and neck and let
her hands work up and down each leg. The older girl knelt too and began scratching
the dog's belly. While this was happening the man held the chain and watched. The
younger girl slipped suddenly onto her back and began working her shorts down. They
were very tight and she had to wiggle a lot to get them over her hips.
The dog, a cross between a shepherd and a collie, began to look interested. When the
young girl squirmed her panties down too, he strained forward against the keeper's
leash. The bright chain glistened as it went taut. The dog's front paws came off the
ground as the man held him back. The young girl was wearing only a T-shirt now and
she had her knees bent and well apart as she continued to squirm on the rug. The big
dog sniffed her thigh and the man gave him enough leash so that he could reach the
girl's cunt. The dog began to lick between the furred labia. The young girl closed her
eyes and tossed her head back and forth. She had long hair and it began to tangle
across her neck as she wiggled.
Michelle was panting now. She thrust her middle finger deep into her cunt and held it
there. When she slipped it out, a fresh flood of hot butter surged over her knuckles. She
wasn't bored any more. She didn't know that a dog movie could excite her. She'd heard
of them of course. She'd always guessed they were even more contrived than the other
flicks. But this dog seemed to be eager for the teenager's pussy. He was really going
after it now. Michelle wished she could hear the slurpy sounds his mouth must've made
when the movie was shot. She put her other hand under her panties now. Her clit
throbbed to be touched and when she pressed it down with a forefinger, it made a
squishy noise. Tendrils of fiery excitement coursed through her belly. She widened her
legs and let her toes point.
On the wall, the flickering people were really getting it on. The man had unhooked the
chain around the dog's neck. He was helping the older girl get her clothes off. Now he
was kissing her, feeling her tits. Michelle didn't care about that part of it. She watched
the dog instead, watched the teenager gasping for breath. If she was acting, it looked
pretty real. How could she be acting? That dog was licking her pussy like a maniac! He
had her butter smeared over the fur of his muzzle. His tongue snaked out again and
again. Michelle could see the gloss of his saliva on the girl's thighs. Then the camera
zoomed in for a close-up. Michelle gasped. Her fingers fluttered the soppy meat around
her clitoris. They had filmed this part in slow motion. The young girl's hips moved like
syrup... liquid, graceful. And the wet tongue of the dog slopped against the inner
surfaces of her labia.
The girl rolled onto her belly and then got up on hands and knees. Michelle saw the
man's hands enter the frame, holding the dog up, urging him. The big animal sniffed at
the girl's asshole, licked her pert, white ass. The man urged the dog to mount. The
other girl was there too, touching her friend, kissing the man while he fooled with the
dog. The younger girl moved her ass around in circles. Her mouth lolled open.
"You like it?" Marty asked. He touched Michelle's belly.
"Jesus yes!" She bit her lip, tried to get more air. "He really wants to do something...
you can tell." There was a long shot which showed the dog's underbelly. Michelle could
clearly make out the furred sheath and the glistening cock which had extended a few
inches from inside. It was the first time she'd paid much attention to a dog's cock. She
found it keenly titillating.
The movie was moving along quickly. The dog had leaped up onto the younger girl's
back now. The other girl was helping him stay on as she massaged the sheath under his
belly. The glistening cock slipped quickly out. It smeared slickness across the girl's ass.
The dog was jumping around a lot and it looked like the girl helping was having a hard
time. Maybe it was the bright lights and all the commotion of making a movie.
Michelle swallowed and oozed two fingers up into her body. She worked them in and
out a few times and the friction made her clitoris begin to tingle. Poor doggy. He
probably wanted to do it outside behind a bush. Just him and the girl. The thought
made Michelle shiver. What would it feel like to have a dog fuck her! She realized that
the subject was really completely foreign to her. She'd never even considered letting an
animal lick her, much less fuck her. She'd always thought such stuff a bit perverse... and
let it go at that. But now! To see it happening... she sighed, and dug against her clitoral
hood.
The dog was moving his haunches wildly. The young girl had her knees well apart and
her back arched sharply downwards to present her swollen cunt lips to the animal's
glossy barb. And it was a barb, Michelle could see. It looked dark, probably red. Or was
it pink? She couldn't remember ever having paid that much attention to dogs before.
But it was getting longer all the time and when the dog lunged, it brushed over the
young girl's pubes. She was wet too... very wet!
The girl who was helping pushed a finger into her friend's pussy and smeared the juice
around over her ass. The girl on hands and knees breathed hard and worked her pelvis.
The camera came close-up. Michelle found herself panting with fervid excitement. The
man and the girl were holding the dog's rear legs, moving him closer. And then they
guided the barbed, slender cock between the teenager's labia.
Michelle gave a little gasp as the thing sunk into the velvety, soppy slick flesh. The dog
lurched and twitched. He was too excited to handle it. But the trainer and the other girl
moved him frimly forward. His raw cock disappeared inch by inch into the teenager's
cunt! Michelle clawed at herself now, smearing her own hot butter against the insides of
her parted thighs. She wished she'd taken the panties off but she couldn't bother with
that now. Marty seemed too intent on the movie to notice that she was moving closer
and closer to a climax.
The man and the older girl moved out of the frame. The big dog was completely inside
the young girl. And now that his cock was surrounded by her clasping tube, he seemed
to know what it was all about. He lunged and jabbed and pressed forward with his hind
legs. The girl reached back to pet his side and squirmed her bottom around wildly. The
camera angle changed so that it was shooting almost from floor level. Michelle could
see the slick, hard cock slide into the girl's cunt and then the dog held it there and
bumped hard. It was as if he wanted it to be deep when he shot.
Michelle felt dizzy. God yes... they would let him come, wouldn't they? She rolled her
ass against her tickling fingers. The dog was going to come. Dogs came quick when
they were fucking. She knew that much about them. And this dog in the movie looked
like he wasn't going to fool around too much longer with lovemaking.
The young, long-haired girl looked hotly at the camera. It was plain to Michelle that
she wasn't acting at all. She was too immature to affect the expression of frenzy that she
radiated. And her body wasn't moving like an actor feigning intercourse. She was
twitching and jerking in a turbulent, unpracticed way. She was burning up! The dog
cock inside her was rubbing her and stabbing her and filling her! Michelle thought she
was going to come. She slowed her fingers to make it last. She hadn't been so excited in
a long time. She felt a kinship with the girl... she could identify with her. She wanted to
come when the girl did.
The dog's balls slapped up under the nymph's pubes. The girl tried to reach back and
touch them, but she was too weak, too excited to get a hold of the dark-furred orbs.
Finally her arms collapsed and she sank forward on her elbows, white ass high. The dog
seemed to be coming apart. He almost lost her at one point and Michelle tensed,
hoping the animal would keep his cock between the pretty teenager's swollen petals.
Somehow he managed to and the next moment, Michelle knew that the girl was
coming. Her face was slack, lined with drool at the corner of her mouth. She worked
her trim ass in tight circles as the dog plunged harder than ever. He flopped frantically,
slipped from her back. His cock was completely exposed for an instant and Michelle
saw a white fleck jump from the tip. She moaned and closed her thighs around her
fingers as her own clitoris began to pulse with the heat of orgasm.
The dog was up on the girl's back again quickly. In two lunges he'd found her hole and
penetrated. His furred sheath pressed inside the spread outer lips as he worked deep to
place his seed. It was the instinctive drive that excited her as much as anything.
Michelle saw that the animal was following mating patterns in his head, that to
impregnate the female was of utmost importance. She thrilled to his power as he pawed
the girl's back and speared her again and again and again. White sap was leaking from
around the teenager's cunt lips.
"Ohh God..." Michelle gasped.
Marty leaned down to kiss her belly, then watched the screen again. The girl had rolled
over onto her back, dislodging the dog's cock. The dog lunged against one of her
uplifted knees and licked her small breasts. The girl was smiling now, her face still
stunned with carnal hunger. Michelle saw a string of cum erupt from the dog's cock
and streak along the teenager's belly. She petted the dog and scratched his neck while
he licked at her tiny, firm nipples. The contrast of her almost hairless body and the
dog's thick fur made Michelle convulse with savage lust. She pushed a fingertip against
her clit and ground out the first dazzling burst of star-flashing pleasure. Her thighs
corded as she tensed to feed new energy to her come.
Marty kissed her, opening her lips with his tongue. She felt that he'd taken off his
swimming trunks. She jacked his swollen cock with one hand as he tried to get between
her thighs.
"Damned pants..." he said, yanking the crotchpiece over to the side. Michelle jacked
him rapidly. His cockhead was huge. It always got like that just before he came. The
white wall flickered with meaningless shapes now, the film ended.
"Ohhhh honey... you're gonna come all over me..."
"Jesus..."
"Hurry... baby... now push... yesssss!"
Michelle tilted her curvy hips up for him, felt the smooth slide of his cock soaking up
her juices. Then he was clutching her shoulders and back. She tangled her fingers into
his blonde hair and cooed against his ear.
"Come... come, darling... come in Michelle...!"
"Michelle... baby... ohhh Goddamn... uhn... uhn..."
Michelle closed her eyes and enjoyed the jolting shock of Marty's fucking. He rammed
her deeply and though her climax was over, she felt warm and glowing inside. When he
stiffened in her arms, she pushed a hand over his buttocks. He was trembling as the jizz
fountained deep inside her.
"Honey," he gasped, "baby..."
The end of the film flick, flick, flicked as the full reel spun around. Michelle massaged
Martin's prostate, milking him, loving him. When they lay still together, she found her
thoughts returning to the movie. The young girl, the dog. It was all etched deeply into
her mind.
"I wish it had been in color," she said after a while.
Martin stirred. "Hmm?"
"In color. They should have made it in color and added sound."
Marty moved his wilting cock inside her. "How about three-D too and popcorn and
bonbons." He laughed against her neck.
Michelle didn't feel like jiving back. She was thinking of that small teenaged girl and
the big animal raking her back with its paws. Maybe they cut the claws short.
"How old do you really think she was?"
"That girl?" Marty touched her hair, smoothed it. "Twenty probably... at least twenty."
"I thought she looked a lot younger."
"She had a scar on her abdomen. I could see lots of makeup too. Some chicks have
small tits like that you know." He cupped one of her large ones and widened his eyes to
tease her.
"You don't like mine?"
"You know I do." He kissed her nipple out from its warmth.
She tickled her nails against the nape of his neck. She felt disappointed to learn that the
girl who'd been fucked by the dog wasn't really a teenybopper.
"I wonder what it would be like to really see something like that. I mean with a real
teenager and all." She was a little surprised at her frankness. Maybe part of it was the
hash. She was still high, very high. And just thinking about that girl and the dog made
her imagine the real thing. "Wouldn't that be wild?"
"You find the girl and I'll locate a dog." Martin looked at her with the flat expression he
always affected when he was poking fun. He lifted his body, slipped his sagging cock
out of her cunt. Michelle felt her pantycrotch slip back to cover her pubes, felt the flood
of hot semen drench the nylon band as it drained from her tube.
"What if I did?" She pushed her chin out, challenging him.
"Did what."
"Found a girl."
Marty walked to the refrigerator and got out another beer. She liked the way his ass
looked. Nice trim ass. He went to the projector and turned off the motor. The film
flicked one last time and stopped. Marty looked at her over the top of the beer.
"So you're going to find a teenybopper who'll just be dying to come up here and fuck a
dog for us to watch. Is that it?"
Michelle swung her legs off the chaise lounge. "Admit it. You'd dig something like that
as much as I would."
He shrugged, smiled.
"Sure. But for Christ's sake, Michelle..." He peered curiously at her. "You're serious,
aren't you?"
Michelle stood and walked the length of the room. It was still kind of dark with the
curtain drawn over the glass doors to the patio. She could feel the fluids leaking from
her pussy, soaking the nylon panties. She was trembling a little. She hadn't gotten so
worked up about something like this for a long time.
"It would be easier if we just got the dog and then..." Marty stopped and leered at her.
"Wouldn't you dig that?"
"Oh, the dog and me...?" She padded barefoot to the bedroom and got a towel off the
back of a chair. Then she kicked her panties off and stood in the short hall with the
towel pressed against her pussy. "No. I didn't say I wanted to do it."
"Afraid?" Marty teased.
"Course not." Michelle knew that she was indeed afraid.
Martin came over to her and hugged her back against his belly. She could feel his soft
cock pushing lightly between the crack of her ass.
"Warren White has a malamute puppy he's trying to get rid of. I saw it when I stopped
by to talk about that restaurant franchise he needs some capital for." Martin hugged her
closer. She twisted from the embrace and kept mopping at her seepy crack with the
towel. When she took it away, she could see the whitish glops of cum. She sniffed the
sharp odor and threw the towel next to the washing machine.
"How big is a malamute puppy?" She didn't want Marty to think she was actually
considering letting a dog mess around with her. She wasn't really considering anything.
She was just toying with a few ideas.
"Big enough to take care of you," Martin chuckled.
"That's not what I meant." She gave him an angry face. "Marty, be serious. Just think of
how much fun it would be to watch what we watched on that film. Only a young girl,
really young. And we could have her do it again and again."
"Talk about me dreaming..." Martin opened the curtains.
The sunlight hurt Michelle's eyes. She wished he'd left them closed for a while. It was
like the light had bleached out her pretending about the girl and the dog. Maybe it
would be impossible to arrange. Just like Martin said.
"I'm going for a swim," she said, a little petulance in her voice.
"Hey, you want me to bring that dog over some time"
She walked by him and went into the bedroom. He leaned in the doorway with his beer
as she pulled on a bikini.
"Let's forget it," she said.
"Hey, you're mad."
"Nope, I'm going for a swim." She went out through the patio and into the hot sand. It
felt good scratching between her toes as she walked. It was a beautiful California day.
They had everything they needed, Marty and she did. It was that damned movie that
had started everything working in her head. Why couldn't she resign her self to being a
little bored? But before Michelle's feet hit the water she was puzzling just how she
might go about finding some wild, young girl. Maybe a runaway or some hippie who
wouldn't mind doing anything for money. She pushed aside a floating chunk of
seaweed and dove into an oncoming breaker.


Chapter 2

"What ya gonna do when school's out, Francine?"
Francine flipped the silver ball, watched it roll into the bonus slot. The bright lights
flashed as the bell wound off her score. When the ball shot free Francine bumped the
machine with her hip. The ball arced lazily down. She couldn't quite reach it with the
flipper this time.
"Goddamn!" The scoreboard signaled end of game and Francine sat back down at the
table with Andrea. "What did you ask me a little bit ago?"
"I asked you what are you going to do when school's out?" Andrea's lips were pursed
around a straw. She sucked the dregs of a coke into her mouth and stirred the ice.
Francine considered the question. She pulled a finger through the tangles of her lightbrown hair.
She had the longest hair in the eighth grade. It fell in one lovely, near-blond cascade to
the outward swell of her ass. It was a lot of trouble but she knew that it drove guys
crazy.
"I think I'll just stay in bed the first day," she said, an impish grin on her lips.
"Yeah... and then?" Andrea was leaning forward.
Francine knew her friend would be disappointed unless she put a little twist now. "And
then I'll wait'll my folks are gone..."
Andrea bit her lip, pulled at a twisted strand of bright-red hair. "Yeah...!"
"And then I'll take off my panties and play with myself all I want." Francine took
Andrea's glass and emptied some of the ice onto her tongue. Andrea was giggling and
bouncing around in her seat. "Oh Francine... you are really crazy!"
"Guess what Billy Goldberg gave me after third-period class today?" Francine mouthed
the ice gingerly, keeping it away from the filling in the right molar.
"Wow... what?" Andrea nibbled her straw.
Francine leaned close to her friends ear. "Some marywanna," she whispered. "You
know, evil weed."
Andrea's eyes saucered. "Goody goody! Hey, let's go over to my place. The folks are
gone and we can use my brother's bong pipe."
"You mean down in that wicked basement of yours?" Francine whispered, hamming it
up. "Down there were its dark and evil and cool? Down there were I caught you that
Saturday with Ron Kazoski's hand in your panties? Is that where you want me to go?"
Andrea grabbed the glass back and ate the rest of the ice noisily. Her face was flushed.
"Yeah, that's where we oughta go." She squirmed in her chair. "I can hardly wait."

* * *

"Can't think of a better way to spend a Sunday," Francine said. She was sitting on the
second-hand sofa, shaking grass out of a baggie. The grass fell into the open bowl of the
bong pipe. Andrea had closed the door that connected the basement with the upstairs
part of the house, and was intent on unbuttoning her flared jeans. Francine got the pipe
going, took a champion toke and passed it to her friend. And she started wiggling her
shorts off. It was part of the ritual.
Whenever the two of them got together to get high, the stripped down to the nittygritty 
and usually talked about boys, sex, dating. More than once they had masturbated
when the conversation got really cooking. Francine was glad to have a friend so close
that she could let go when she felt like it. And they always heard any cars pulling into
the driveway since the windows of the basement opened in that direction. Francine took
the bong pipe back. Andrea had taken a good hit and was leaning back on the sofa
cushion, a look of ecstasy on her young face. Francine could see the mashed tangle of
red hair of through the thin crotch band of her friend's panties.
"Look at Lenny!" Andrea giggled. The family pet was curled in a corner. He watched
them with a baleful eye. But his tail had started wagging. "He smells the grass... I
betcha he does!"
Francine toked and passed. "Maybe." She clapped her hands. "Here, Lenny!" The Great
Dane cross had been named Lenny by Andrea's brother after the comedian Lenny
Bruce. He was a big dog, not quite as large as a full-grown Great Dane, but with the
same lines. His demeanor was generally very docile. Francine liked him. She scratched
him roughly behind the ears when the big animal rested his chin on her knee. His
nostrils moved as he sniffed her aroma.
"God he's big!" Francine said. "I can never get over how big he is."
"He's even too big to have a girl friend," Andrea laughed. She shook her head and put
the bong pipe down on the low table. "Wow... that pipe! That's all I want."
"No girl friends, Lenny?" Francine scratched him harder. He pressed his mouth closer
to her crotch. Then his tongue snaked out and wet her thigh. "Jesus that feels weird."
Andrea was watching. "You ever had a guy kiss you... you know... down there."
"Malcolm Godding almost did once. We'd been swimming... my twelfth birthday."
Francine shrugged. "He kissed my knee."
Andrea had skinned off her blouse and was examining one of her small breasts.
Francine watched her rubbing the nipple, pinching it. Lenny was snorting hot breath
against her inner thigh... it felt strange. And good.
"I heard from Doreen that some women have dogs that... you know. They have them
especially to lick them." Andrea looked up from her breast for her friend's reaction.
"Yeah, I heard that too..." Francine pushed Lenny away. He was starting to get her wet.
Andrea licked her lips. "Come here, boy, come here, Lenny!" The dog jumped and put
his paws on Andrea's knees. He leaned his head forward and began to wet her belly,
then her breasts. His sudden affection took the redhead by surprise. "Wow... I think
he's kinda horny!"
Francine found herself growing excited. Lenny was so big! And the way Andrea's soft
tits flopped upwards when he lapped them! She saw that Andrea's nipples were
darkening some and growing out from the areolas.
"What's it feel like?"
"Far out!" Andrea breathed. Her face was flushed more than ever now and as the big
dog showed signs of climbing up onto her, she pushed him away and got up. "God that
was weird. Do you think he heard us talking about dogs that..."
"I guess he's not so dumb." She clapped her hands and Lenny trotted over and started
licking her palm. But he kept trying to push closer to her crotch. Francine felt daring.
And the grass had her stoned out of her head. She ran one hand under the elastic of her
panties and hooked it up through her damp slit. Then she pushed the soppy finger
under Lenny's nose. The dog started switching his long body wildly. His cock pushed
out of the sheath beneath his belly. Francine could see at least three inches of red, raw
meat. It was the strangest thing she'd ever witnessed.
"God, he likes that!" Andrea said. She was sitting on the edge of her chair and Francine
noticed that her fingers had slipped down so that she could pet the place where pale
yellow nylon stretched tautly over her red-fringed pubes.
Francine was unexplainably embarrassed. She pushed Lenny's big head away from her
roughly.
"Go away, you pest!"
She sat back against the sofa cushion. Her skin was tingling all over. The soles of her
feet burned and she wished she could get her breathing to slow down. Andrea was
watching her with a mischievous squint in her eyes.
"Dare you," Andrea said finally.
"Dare me to what?"
Andrea took a long, shaky breath. "Dare you to take off your panties and lay on the
sofa for five minutes with your legs spread."
Francine laughed. "Big deal." She was used to Andrea's dares. Her friend was always
pushing things at her that she herself was afraid to try. And Francine had a certain
pride in meeting most of her challenges. But there was something about this one that
bothered her. "Five minutes, huh?"
"Five minutes. And you can't move." Andrea looked significantly at Lenny. He was
sitting on his haunches in the middle of the room licking his balls. He stopped and
gave Francine a soft look.
She laughed and shook her head. "I don't know. I'm pretty stoned."
Andrea clapped her hands and bounced on the sofa cushion. "That's all the better! Oh
come on, Francine! I dare ya!"
Francine closed her eyes. The images of school swirled through. Boys, boys, boys. But
school would be out for the summer soon. And there seemed to be some reason to do
something to break into the new season. Something really crazy to start the summer
goofing. She knew that Andrea had come to expect grand things from her. And she felt
almost duty bound to prove how far out she was. A lot of boys didn't even date her
because she was so uppity and argumentative. She could give a shit.
"Okay." Francine sat up and squirmed her hips as she pulled the nylon bikinis off of
her trim bottom. She balled them and threw them at Lenny who watched her like a lazy
wolf. He sniffed the delicately soiled underpants and then licked them. Andrea leaped
over and snatched them to safety before the big animal could start shredding them with
his fangs.
Francine lay back on the sofa and spread her knees. Andrea sat on a chair opposite,
holding the panties and biting her lips. She looked to Lenny then back to Francine.
"Who's going to keep time?" Francine asked. She closed her eyes, let the grass take her
higher.
"I'm counting... thousand and ten, thousand and eleven..."
Lenny started on her toes. Francine laughed as his tongue pushed between two of them.
A thrill shot up her calf. Everything in her body seemed connected to her cunt for some
reason. She felt a flood of butter seep from her cunt and dampen the fringe of brown
hair that hid her cleft from view. Lenny lapped her ankles now. His tongue was so hot
and rough. But smooth too. It was hard to describe it.
"Ohhhh... that feels weird."
"One minute," Andrea said.
The large dog wet Francine's knees but moved quickly up from there, as if he'd sniffed
something more interesting. Francine knew what he'd smelled. She could smell herself.
That delicate, musky perfume that was at times more powerful than at others. It was
strong this afternoon. It always flowed more freely when she took her panties off
anyhow.
"Ahhhh... oh God!" Lenny had pushed his black nose against her fur and snuffled
powerfully, drawing in the musk, almost as if he were savoring it. The light rub of him
against her closed cunt lips was unexpectedly exciting. She could touch herself like that
and nothing happened. But the dog's nose was something else. She could feel his
tongue now just testing the surface.
Andrea was coming unglued in her chair. "Two minutes," she chirped. "Oh wow, this is
really far out!"
"Mmmmm... ohhhh!" Francine tried to keep still. She knew that any movements would
probably only encourage Lenny. But it was hard not to squirm. His tongue was hot!
And wet! And it was pressing harder all the time. She couldn't let herself really think
about what was taking place. She was stoned out of her gourd and she didn't want to
freak. Lenny's tongue pushed sloppily over her closed outer lips. Francine shuddered.
The dog jumped so that all four feet were on the sofa. One of her own legs was pushed
off and she had to put a foot on the floor. But that made her pussy open a little. She
tossed her head. Time would be up pretty soon... pretty soon. Lenny's tongue forced her
labia open and his tongue snaked through the slick heat of her cleft.
"Ohhhhh... hey... I... wanna... quit..."
"Oh come on, Francine... three minutes. You can do it." Andrea giggled and clapped
and bounced in her chair.
Francine tried to tuck her bottom under, pull her cunt back from the eager mouth of
the big dog. But when she did, she had to clench her ass muscles. The tension sent off
unexpected fireworks in the deep, secret place where her clit nestled. She knew what the
place looked like. She'd fooled around with it while watching in a mirror. She didn't
have a hood like Andrea did. Or a least hers wasn't as big. It looked like it was full of
very sensitive nerve endings.
And with Lenny's tongue slopping nearer and nearer this spot, Francine couldn't keep
still, couldn't keep quiet!
"Uhn... uhnnn!"
"Four minutes! What's the feel like, Francine?"
"Lenny... he's... licking... so... hard...!" She squirmed her bottom against the sofa
cushion. Floods of sex juice were pouring from her soft parts. And the dog was slurping
it all up. The tender insides of her thighs were soaked with dog spit. His breath warmed
her belly. She tossed and clenched her small hands into fists. "Ohhh, I can't stand it...
he's tearing me up!"
Lenny found her clit. Her body went rigid and she twisted in the agony of his
tantalizing tongue. Her throbbing bead was pushed flat into the squishy membranes
surrounding it. Without thinking, Francine bucked her ass. It seemed natural... but the
movement let her legs fall open even wider. She left one knee hanging out wide. Her
toes fanned on the rug. Then, again without thinking, she hooked her other leg over
the back of the sofa. For the first time Lenny really got down to business. His tongue
circled her spasming clit. She could feel the soft pink heat curving around her nubbin.
Hot saliva washed her like fingers of ecstasy. She sucked a shuddery breath and writhed
under the dog's mouth.
"Ohhh... ohhhh! Andrea... I... ohhhh God it feels like... like I'm gonna commmme!"
Andrea had risen and was standing a few feet away, clenching her hands and stepping
from one foot to the other. "I lost count of the time... maybe I should pull him off..."
"Yesss... noooo... ohhhhh God, Andrea... ohhhh fuck!" Her ass moved wildly now,
convulsively. She could feel her belly rising and falling. Her palm dug into her navel.
With her other hand she reached toward her cunt. She scratched nails into the soft flesh
for upper abdomen, wiggled her ass frantically as the dog sometimes hit, sometimes
missed her inflamed clitoris. Her small breasts were thrust up high in her chest and she
flung her bottom up-and-down against the dog's ravenous licking. It had all come down
on her so quickly! The titillating friction was now a storm of bewitching sensations.
Pleasure jolted through her thighs and belly every time she breathed and Lenny was
making a whining noise through his nose. He was bearing down on her clit. He was
fascinated with the tiny flap of mushy flesh that was growing firm under his raging
tongue.
"Doggieee!" Francine flopped her head from side to side so hard that spit flew from her
lips. Her long hair was tangled around her neck, across her mouth. She was
plummeting towards release. At last she couldn't keep her hands off the animal's head
any longer. She clutched frantically at him, pulling in the sharp teeth, the fluttering
tongue hard against her peeled pussy. And holding him like that, Francine let herself
go. Every restraint was tossed away.
She was too hot with ecstasy to worry about how she looked in front of her best friend
or whether it was right or wrong. Francine's slender arms corded with tension and she
pulled the dog's head against her and bucked. Her ass quivered and jumped and
wriggled like a hot poker had been jammed up her pussy. She could feel the muscles
deep within her vagina convulsing and sucking in as if they wanted something to hold
onto.
"Eeeee! Ohhhh... fuck, fuck, fuck!" Somebody was grabbing at her arms, grabbing the
dog. Francine slipped off the edge of the sofa and fell on her stomach on the floor. She
was still twitching and jerking. She could feel Lenny's tongue against her ass cheeks and
then Andrea was pulling the dog back, scolding.
"You OK, Francine?"
Her friend's hands were smoothing her shoulders. Francine looked up, tried to focus.
Her bottom still pulsed with the dying throws of the quick, sharp, come. It had been
really wild! It had been completely overpowering. When she masturbated, Francine
always felt like she had control to a certain extent. But with the dog's mouth devouring
her soft, seeping pussy she'd lost her mind in the lovely feeling of helplessness. It had
been a little scary too. She tried to control her breathing, smiling up in Andrea to let
her know she was OK.
"He made me come! Lenny... made me..." She rubbed her face and leaned against the
leg of the sofa. She was sitting flat on the floor, coltish legs extended out straight. She
could see the glossy mess between her thighs. Her light brown pubic hair was twisted
into spit curls. She could see how swollen and red her labia appeared. And the inner
parts, the petals and folds that were usually hidden... now they had swollen enough to
be exposed. Dark pinks and reds. She could see her clit too... still pulsing in rhythm to
her heart beat. She moved her ass slightly and felt a shuddering wave of sensations trail
off down her thighs.
"Wow! I guess... I did it, didn't I?"
Andrea looked down at her hands. "I lost count at four and a half minutes. Then I
thought you were going to keep at it for ten or fifteen. I just had to pull him off. He
was making funny noises and I was afraid he might bite you are something."
Francine could see that her friend was shaken. "Hey, help me up." Francine stood there
for a moment, Andrea's arm around her waist. Then she got her panties and wiggled
them on. "I think they need another hit from that pipe." She gave Andrea a look.
"Don't tell anyone about this... promise!"
The week slipped past quickly. Friday came and disappeared just as fast. School ended
with a whimper, not a bang. But for Francine it was not an anticlimax. She was elated
as she walked towards Yardley Heights, the pocket of suburbia where she lived. She
carried only her notebook under her arm. She had on a red dress that danced above her
knees and a pair of worn-out tennies. At the first corner she stopped and peered back in
the direction of the junior high school. Andrea said she'd meet her and walk part way
home. So Francine was standing there with the wind blowing her ass length hair out
when the small, green sports car swung over to the curb. Francine realized then that the
car had been idling along behind her almost half a block.
"Hello," the woman behind the wheel said, leaning out. She was raven haired and
pretty. She had on a jersey with a bolt of lightning across it.
"Hi." Francine looked for Andrea again, then at the woman.
"Would you be interested in doing some modeling for me?"
"Huh?" Francine shifted her notebook to the other hand. "Modeling?"
"Why don't you get in and I'll fill you in."
"Me?" She held the finger against her chest. "Modeling?"
The black haired woman smiled and pushed hair from her eyes. Francine could see that
her long nails were painted a dark, dark red. The same color as her lips. She reached to
open the passenger door, gave Francine an inquisitive look that returned the ball. It was
her move. She came around the car and got in. It smelled like leather and expensive
wood inside. The black haired woman had fantastic legs. She was wearing nothing but
an orange bikini and that short-sleeved jersey with the lightning on it. Francine found
herself somewhat intrigued.
"Let's go get a Coke," the woman said, shifting the car into gear and revving the
engine.
Francine took one will last glance back to where Andrea would be coming. No Andrea.
She shrugged. "Sure... fine." The car sped off, pressing her back against the leather seat.
Halfway down the block, Francine hung her elbow out, enjoying the smooth thrum of
the expensive little car. When the raven haired woman shifted gears, Francine noticed
that her hand trembled slightly. But then they were going around the corner and
Francine had to hold onto the little chrome handle on the dash. What a way to and the
school year!


Chapter 3

"What you got all that camera gear set up in the spare bedroom for?" Martin asked. He
was looking at a box of film Michelle had just put on the kitchen table. She had mixed
yourself a weak drink to calm her nerves.
"Oh, nothing much. Why?"
He shrugged. "I haven't seen you fool with any of that photography stuff since you first
got the bug three years ago and I spent a fortune so that you could indulge your
talents." He laughed, tossed the box of film back on the kitchen table. "Let me see...
how long did that last? Two weeks or three?"
"Don't tease, Martin. I'm inspired now. I found a subject."
"I dug it when you took pictures of me."
Michelle made a face that him. "I'm doing better than that now. We've already had two
sessions on the beach behind Johnston's Bluff. Private, you know."
Martin came over and poured himself a double shot. "Okay, I can't stand it any longer.
Who's the subject."
"Her name's Francine." Michelle didn't meet his eyes. "She's fifteen." She still didn't
look up, even when Marty choked on his whiskey.
"Wow... you really meant that stuff you came on about while we were watching the dog
movie, didn't you?"
"Dog movie?" Michelle finished her drink. She wished she'd made it little stronger. "Oh
yes, that movie."
Marty came around the table and took her by the elbows. "Hey, don't give me the old
dummy routine. You figure on getting this little girl to perform for you don't you?"
"I don't know." She fooled with her glass, glanced at her watch. "I gotta get going. Said
I'd pick her up at one."
Marty looked at her with obvious amazement. "You really did! You really found one!"
Michelle put down her glass. "I gotta run."
"Hey," Marty said, snapping his fingers. "I promised the dog didn't I?"
"That won't be necessary," Michelle said, starting for the door. "I've rented a
Greyhound from Hastings kennels." She couldn't help but let a note of condescension
creep into her voice "you know, girl with filmy negligee standing next to the dog."
"I'll bet that you haven't told her what you have in mind though." It was Marty's turn
to act smug. "The minute you do tell her, she'll take off and you'll never see her again."
"Why don't you let me handle that part." Michelle swished out of the door, got into the
Morgan and roared away from the beach house.
An hour later Michelle was arranging Francine's arm over the back of an antique chair.
The bedroom door was closed and floodlights made the place look like a movie set. The
Silver Greyhound sat contentedly next to the chair. Michelle had fitted him with a
diamond collar... well, really just rhinestones. But the glitter came across on film just
fine.
"You seem a little nervous," she said to Francine. "Is Peter here?"
"Funny name for a dog," the girl said.
"He's very gentle for a purebred," Michelle took Francine's hand and put it over Peter's
neck. "There... hold that."
"Want me to smile or look pouty?"
"Neither. Pretend a boy just asked you to go out with him... a good-looking boy." A
soft look came to the girl's face. A soft look tinged with hunger. Michelle liked it and
released the shutter.
"Could I have some hash?"
"Sure, the pipes on the dresser." Michelle watched the girl load it expertly and hold the
gold lighter to the bowl. The lighter had been a gift from Marty a year before. Michelle
thought it looked a little decadent in the small hands of a teenager. She was pleased at
the way things had been going. The first sessions, she'd gotten the girl blasted and let
her stroll naked on the beach while roll after roll of film went through the camera.
Michelle had woven dogs into the conversation cleverly, always careful not to make
anything too obvious. Francine was the kind of girl who retained her innocence no
matter how much hashish she smoked. When she laughed it was an innocent laughter.
She was a darling. It made Michelle tremble all over just to imagine that willowly body
being mounted by a dog. Of course, to eventually get things to that point might take...
months. Michelle would go heavy on the dog theme... getting big animals in all the
pictures. She would contour the settings, the positions of the girl in respect to the
animal, until it became very intimate... very intimate indeed. And maybe then...
So far she had run into no great hangups. If she could just keep a ready supply of grass
and hash. Francine soaked up smoke like some old beatnik out of the fifties.
"Hold the dog a little closer," she suggested.
Francine did. Then the Greyhound seem to smell something interesting. He dropped
his sharp nose suddenly into the thin material which shrouded the teenager's body.
"Ohhhh!" Francine gasped, blushing.
Michelle pulled the dogs head back up, pretending as if nothing out of the ordinary had
happened. "Dog's love women," she said offhandedly, "especially girls with a nice
smell."
"I... I thought I... I mean, I took a bath this morning."
"Oh it has nothing to do with cleanliness. You just smell sexy to him, that's all."
Francine kept blushing. She was biting her bottom lip and breathing irregularly. Unless
she was badly mistaken, Michelle was certain the girl was sexually aroused. She went
back behind the camera and snapped off the rest of the roll. Then she changed a few
lights while Francine stretched. The dog followed the girl. While she looked out a
window toward the sea he pushed his muzzle under the filmy gown and gouged it
between Francine's pert ass cheeks. She turned and slapped the animal, glancing at the
same time toward Michelle.
"This dog!"
"Don't be too hard on him, he's just showing affection." Michelle found that her
panties had grown very damp. She was breathing almost as hard as Francine. Of course
she couldn't show it. "Actually I get horny thinking about dogs sometimes." Michelle
knew she was taking a chance. But she felt an opportunity, she'd picked up some
hidden thread of feeling in the room. She was going on instinct. "Don't you ever
daydream about weird things like that?"
Francine shrugged, looked out to sea again. The filmy gown hung around her knees.
The Greyhound moved close, making whimpering sounds. Though Francine didn't
know it, the animal had been in a number of porn flicks. It had cost Michelle plenty to
rent him for the day. She fooled around a little while more with the camera, then over
to arrange the chair. She had gotten no reaction from Francine yet, nothing really
important. She decided to press on. She didn't think she could wait months.
"I'll confess," she continued, "that I even daydream about letting a dog lick me."
Michelle was sure she'd heard a little gasp from Francine. "I'm sure that every woman
has thought of something like that. At least once or twice in her life." She turned to
find Francine looking at her in the strangest way. Her mouth was open slightly and she
was panting hard. The Greyhound stood next to her side. He was licking her fingers.
Francine didn't pull her hand away. Then Michelle saw that her nostrils were flared.
Beneath the gown, small pink nipples jutted out.
"Could I have another t-t-toke of hash please?"
"Are you okay, Francine?" Michelle felt exultation. By pure luck, she'd struck a weak
spot, she'd gotten to the girl. Quickly she scooped the pipe from the dresser and got it
going.
Francine took a huge lungful and then sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she
started coughing. The long-nosed dog rested his chin on her knee. The teenager petted
his head in a distracted way. Her breasts rose and fell. Just watching her made Michelle
want to plunge a hand into her own panties. The girl was burning up with carnal
hunger. Michelle knew she had to play things cool now. If she said or did the wrong
thing she could ruin everything.
"Why don't you lay back, baby." She gently urged Francine's shoulders down onto the
bed. The girl's feet stayed flat on the floor. The dog whined again and nosed against her
bare knees. Michelle was relieved that the adolescent angel didn't panic as the dogs
tongue began to gently wet her skin.
"Was it something about dogs... something I said?"
Francine licked her parched lips. "I... I... something happened to me... wow, this hash is
really good. I feel like I'm flying to Pluto or something."
Michelle petted the girls forehead. "Tell me about it."
"About what..."
"About the dog." Michelle knew she was fishing. Yet she felt there was a little secret
about a dog. If she could just get Francine to spill it, they'd have a meaty confidence to
bind them together. The dog was getting more avid every second. Francine let her knees
fall a little further apart. The dog lurched forward, but Michelle held him back by the
collar. Not too fast... not too fast...
"The dog..." Francine spoke as if in a dream. "He licked me. I was scared at first and
then it felt so good! I couldn't stand it it felt so good. I didn't care about anything else
it felt so good!"
Michelle let the Greyhound slip forward between the girl's knees. She was ecstatic with
the way things were going. She had never dreamed things would move along like this!
The girl was a natural! She'd already fooled around with dogs. Michelle felt like she
could come just watching Francine's face as she talked about the dog.
"... he licked so hard... soooo hard! I fell off the sofa after a while..."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Michelle said brightly. Her voice was trembling.
The dog was pushing the gown aside with his nose, licking against the tender thigh
flesh an inch from Francine's panties. Michelle rubbed a palm over her breast, sucked a
feverish breath. "The fact is I've always wanted something like that to happen to me too
but I've been afraid." Michelle realized just how true this was. The Greyhound had
worked his way to the silken crotch band of the pretty teenager's panties. He licked the
swollen pubes. Francine writhed slightly, tried to close her knees.
"Noooo! Ohhhh that dog... I'm so high!"
"Show me!" Michelle whispered hotly. She put her face close to Francine's. "Show me,
darling... show me how you do it..."
"Show you? Show... ohhhh... ohhh help... noooo!"
Michelle was letting the Greyhound go now. He lapped hungrily at the sheer nylon
which stretched between him and the dainty, flooding meat he desired. Michelle felt
dizzy with passion. She had never guessed it could be so good just watching a member
of her own sex being molested by an animal. And the girl's weak resistance made it all
that much better! Francine tossed her head against the sheet. Her long hair splashed
wonderfully, framing the small, elfin face. Her upturned nose was as American as her
slangy, flat speech... everything worked together to make an image in Michelle's mind
that was supercharged with eroticism. She couldn't wait any longer. She hooked her red
nails under the elastic waistband of the girl's panties.
"Let's slip these off, darling..."
"Ohhhh... what's happening... Michelle...!" The teenager put her hands down to grab at
her underwear but Michelle stripped them past her knees. The dog lurched wildly. He
had obviously done this before. He knew what was expected of him. With the sheer
nylon tangled around one young ankle, Michelle left it. She had the dog to control. She
held him back by the collar, only letting him close enough to gingerly touch Francine's
pussy with his tongue.
"It feels good doesn't it? Tell me how it feels, Francine!"
"Uhnnnn... ohhhh no... you'll think I'm awful!" Francine whimpered and bucked her
hips. "Make him stop! Ohhhh help... please Michelle, make him stop...!"
Michelle felt panic. She was close to losing the moment. She had to take it easy, had to
be clever now. She petted the girl's belly and tried to keep the dog from pushing too
hard.
"I think it's beautiful," she whispered close to Francine's ear. "And the dog just wants
to make you feel good. It does feel good, doesn't it?"
"Christ yes...!" Francine rolled her hips. Her knees had fallen apart again. The dog's
shoulders brushed the insides of her thighs as he bobbed his head up and down.
Michelle could see the light brown curls of soaked cunt hair that fringed the teenager's
dainty vulva. And she could see how swollen her labia had become. There was a hint of
dark pink peeking out of the slit.
Trembling, Michelle let her hand loosen on the Greyhound's collar. The dog jumped
forward and swathed his powerful tongue between the plump flesh of Francine's steamy
outer lips. The girl threw her head back. Her eyes flashed open but it was as if she were
blinded by the pleasure the dog was giving her.
"Ohhhh... oh... oh... oh...!" The girl's hands slipped frantically down her flat tummy,
stretched as if reaching for that tantalizing tickle. Then they stopped and Michelle
gasped with passion as she watched the slender fingers fan out on the teenager's
abdomen, curling finally until the short nails scratched red lines over her skin.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Michelle whispered.
"Yessss! Oh it's killing me...!"
Michelle pushed a hand deep into her own panties and clawed the drenched labia apart.
Butter flooded out over her knuckles and she gouged the flap of skin that covered her
clitoris. Then she was moving her body almost as wildly as the pretty angel on the bed,
her fingers fluttering a teasing friction against the gorged bead of pleasure.
Francine was wiggling backward on the mattress. Her heels dug at the floor as she
squirmed like a snake across the bed. The big dog followed, putting his front paws up,
and climbing onto the mattress with her. Michelle stretched beside the two of them,
watching with wild excitement. Francine moaned and gasped as the animals tongue
drove deeper into her cleft. When she closed her thighs, the Greyhound just forced his
long nose between them and pried her apart. Michelle could hardly believe the splendor
of it! The nymph trying to escape the beast yet not really wanting the ecstatic friction to
end. His claws tore at the sheets as he forced the attack, the hot slurp of his mouth
sucking the delicate juices from her seeping pussy.
Michelle was close to coming herself. But she managed to stagger to her camera and
slip it quickly from the tripod. Then she shot frame after frame as Francine snaked her
way across the bed, babbling crazily is the Greyhound began to let her feel his teeth. He
only closed his jaws down lightly over the pulsing, flooding mound between the girl's
slender thighs. But she cried out each time, pushing her hands down as if to stop him,
then clawing at her abdomen like Michelle had watched her do before.
"Uhhh... ohhhh... shouldn't do it... shouldn't let him... ohhhh!"
Michelle could see the muscles of her vulva contracting. It was a young and very pretty
cunt and the squishy red place where the girl's hole should've been told Michelle that
she was a virgin! She was out of film. She put the camera down and fell across the bed
again, her face close to Francine's hips.
But the girl suddenly panicked. She drew her knees up and kicked at the Greyhound,
crying hysterically all the while. Michelle caught her wrists as the teenager tried to
strike out at the dog's mouth. She drove her willowy body back and pinned her helpless
as the dog came cautiously forward once again.
Francine brought her knees up against her chest again as if to kick out at her attacker.
But before she could lash him in the face, the Greyhound drove his sharp nose into her
exposed pussy.
Michelle heard the squishy, slurping noise as the girl's steamy folds curved around the
black muzzle. Instead of kicking at the dog, Francine extended her legs slowly, holding
them prettily in midair as the animal worked his teeth and tongue against her clitoris
with a raging hunger.
Francine held her legs off the bed until they began to tremble. Her toes were pointed
and the big muscles along the insides of her thighs corded out with tension. Michelle
held her wrists firmly down on the mattress. But she was afraid the girl was going to
faint. She hadn't taken a breath for over half a minute.
But then the girl's teeth clicked together and her eyes rolled up into her head. She
flipped and writhed and twisted as a scream cut the air.
"Commmming... ohhhh noooo... he's making me... c-c-commmme!" Then she was
grunting like a hungry little piggy, humping her back down into the bed so that her
twitching pussy was pressed up like a ruined flower into the dog's mouth. He gnawed
lightly at the dainty morsel. He was raking his long tongue through her slit with
agonizing slowness.
Michelle knew that it must be driving the girl insane. But she couldn't let go of her
wrists. It was too good. She rocked her own pelvis and felt the velvety lining rub her
clit. She was close to coming too! So close she wanted to help herself over that dazzling,
maddening edge. She let go of Francine's wrists. The girl didn't move her hands at all...
left them there beside her head as she pumped her trim bottom in frantic circles.
"Ahhhhh... uhhhnnnnn... uhhhnnnnn... fuuuck!"
Michelle fell back beside her young friend. Her hands were shaking and she clawed at
her own pussy and watched the crazed dog munch on the pussy feast between the
teenager's thighs. She could see that the Greyhound's cock had slid out, exposing the
red, dripping meat and the knobbed barb at the tip. He was pumping his haunches,
whining with lust. Michelle hadn't thought of it going any further than this! Sure she'd
fantasized about watching a girl get it from a dog. But now that she knew Francine was
a virgin, she couldn't let things go any further than they already had. At that instant
her loins contracted and she snapped her ass down hard as the pounding throes of
pleasure burst like lightning inside her drenched cunt.
"Ohhh yeah... so good... so damned good!" Michelle rolled onto her stomach and with
both hands down under her body, she ground out the devastating itch that was making
her go a little crazy.
Francine's shaky young voice jerked her back to reality. "Stop him... ohhhh help,
Michelle... it hurts! It really hurts!"
"Baby...!" Michelle grabbed the dog's collar and pulled him backward sharply. He
seemed to sense by her voice and handling that the game was over. Panting hard, he
padded to a corner of the room where he sat to lick his bulging, extended cock.
Francine's eyes were still closed. There were white flecks of saliva on her cheeks and
Michelle could see that the girl had bitten a little blood from her bottom lip Francine
looked at her, then dropped her long lashes, flushing slightly. "I didn't mean for that to
happen." She shook her head. "I'm so embarrassed!"
Michelle squeezed her hand. "Honey, I wanted it to happen! I was glad you let the dog
eat you like that..." She was greeted by Francine's flat look. Now it was her turn to
blush. "What I mean is... well..." She hugged the girl's shoulders, then stood up. "Hey,
let's get dressed and I'll take you down to Betty's boutique and buy you a whole new
outfit! Whataya say?"
Francine smiled. Her long lashes fluttered. "I'm still stoned I guess. I'm feeling awfully
mixed up."
"Come on!" Michelle turned her around and undid the filmy gown. Then she watched
Francine squirm weakly into her jeans and T-shirt and tennies. She just couldn't let this
perfect little angel get away now! She had never been so excited watching anything in
her life as she had been just moments before.
"You wanted it to happen?" Francine asked, eyebrows pinched questioningly.
"Yes!" Michelle whispered, pressing a hundred dollar bill into the girl's palm. "Keep it a
secret."
"Wow... far out!" Francine studied the bill with wide open eyes.
"A secret," Michelle repeated, pecking the teenager on the forehead. "Now let's go buy
you some pretty clothes."


Chapter 4

"Well of course I know she's a nice person," Her mother said.
Francine pursed her lips. She was waiting for her father to get into it. He'd been
reading the paper silently, listening. Her mother sipped coffee and put the cup back in
the saucer with a little gesture that made her pinky flick out.
"I met her, after all. I'd be the first to agree she's very pleasant. But we don't know her,
Francine. All we have to go on is what you tell us. That she's a professional
photographer and that she pays you quite well. What is it? Ten dollars and hour?"
Francine nodded. She hadn't mentioned the hundred-dollar bill, of course, or what had
happened with the Greyhound. Her father put down his paper and frowned. He always
frowned before he was about to say something.
"What about all those clothes you brought home last week?"
"She said she'd gotten them free for me to model," Francine lied. "So she just let me
keep them."
It was obvious her old man didn't like the sound of that story. But it was the best she
could think up at the moment. He turned to her mother.
"I checked the husband's references. He's in a little real estate and seems to dabble
around at the fringes of a conglomerate." He curled his lips as if tasting something
sour. "California is full of people who couldn't tell you exactly how they come by their
cash."
Her mother started up again. "It's just that you're so young, darling. And there are so
many crazy people around. We just want to be sure your morals won't be damaged."
"My what?"
"Your morals!" her father snapped. "Don't they teach you anything in school any
more?"
"Don't be angry at her, Phillip. Francine and I had a long talk about dating only last
month and I can assure you she has a good head on her shoulders." Her mother picked
up her coffee cup. "Why, in my day a lot of girls didn't even know how a female
became pregnant."
Francine tried to blush but couldn't. She finally managed to come up with a shocked
expression.
Her father snorted. "I'll bet the boys knew how!"
"Of course, dear. Men have been subjugating women for hundreds of years and..."
"I knew I'd start some of that women's lib crap..." He threw down his paper and left
the table.
Francine stood up. "So I guess it's okay for me to go out to Michelle's place again
today?"
Her mother sighed, touched her fastidiously dyed hair. "Oh I suppose so. She never
takes nude pictures of you, does she, Francine?"
"Of course not!" She tried to cover the lie by being emphatic. Her mother's expression
seemed to indicate that the ploy had worked.
"Well... do be careful riding around in that little green car she drives. I worry about
you, Francine."
"Yes, Mom." She got a drink at the kitchen sink, tucked her jean jacket under her arm
and hit the front door. She had to take the bus today. Michelle had phoned to tell her
the Morgan was in the garage for a tuneup and could she please make it over on her
own.
At the corner she waited, thinking about the last time she'd been out at the beach
house. She hadn't even told her best friend Andrea about the Greyhound. And she still
wasn't quite sure what exactly had happened. She'd gotten very high and then the dog
was messing around. She remembered Michelle wiggling a lot too there on the bed
beside her.
This fragmented memory excited her for no reason she could explain. She'd never met
anyone like Michelle. She wished she could have long nails like that. And Michelle's
titties were lovely! So big and firm. Francine rubbed a palm over her cowboy shirt. Two
plump little swells were all she had. She had to fool around with them a lot before the
nipples poked out even a little bit. The bus came into view.
When she got off at Ocean Drive, she could see the sea crinkling below. It was a
quarter-mile walk to the beach house but she didn't mind. The sun and salt air felt
good. She strolled along humming, keeping time to the clap of her sandals on the
asphalt. But when she turned into the driveway she heard Michelle's voice. She as
mad... screaming at someone. Then Francine heard a man cursing. That was probably
Marty. She'd never met him but Michelle had mentioned him once or twice.
Francine went through the garage and paused just outside the kitchen door. She hated
to eavesdrop but the temptation was too much. She held her long hair back from her
eyes and leaned against the wall.
"Look, I told JB that I'd bring you along for lunch," the male voice said. "He hasn't
seen you in six months and I thought that a little smile or two from you might just
clinch this deal with Collins Enterprises."
"Oh shit, Marty... I just don't want to go." Michelle sounded as if she'd been crying.
"And anyway Francine is coming out this afternoon."
"Yeah, Francine..." Marty sounded mean now.
Francine felt uncomfortable. As if she were causing a lot of trouble. She didn't want to
cause trouble.
"Well, I couldn't go off and just leave her," Michelle tried.
"Oh no. Course not." He sounded very sarcastic. "Just what have you and little miss
twinkle-toes been up to anyway? I bet that Greyhound doesn't even get a chance after
you get hold of her."
"You bastard! You dirty bastard... I'm not a lezzy. I'm tired of your insinuations. You've
been hacking at me with that crap since we first met."
Marty raised his voice. "I was down in the darkroom the other day and couldn't find
one damned picture. I knew you'd abandon that photography ploy as soon as you got
her in bed..."
"I have no desire to take Francine to bed. The pictures I take of her are between the
two of us."
"What does she look like anyway? You're so damned secretive."
"She's fifty pounds overweight, has pimples and bad breath."
Marty said something Francine couldn't quite get. Then she heard a door slam. He was
coming around the front of the house to the garage! She sidled past the white Mercedes
that had to be his car and was about to duck around the corner of the house when he
saw her.
"Hey there... looking for someone?"
"I'm Francine." She could feel the rush of blood to her face. "Maybe Michelle
mentioned me."
"You certainly aren't overweight, are you?" He came over and lightly touched her
shoulders. Francine wanted to twist away from his fingers but his eyes hypnotized.
Marty was a very good-looking guy. "You don't have pimples either."
"I guess I'd better go. Michelle must be waiting for me."
His hands held her. "You like Michelle?"
"Sure. She's nice."
"What do you do with Michelle?"
The edge in Marty's voice made Francine blush. She shrugged. "I put on different
dresses and she takes pictures of me."
A breeze blew a long curl of blond hair into Marty's face. He smoothed it back. She
could see the muscles under his shirt. He looked powerful, sexy. She began to tremble.
"I guess I'd better go in," she said. Her voice sounded too weak, too scared. She
dropped her eyes from his sharp look. Finally his fingers relaxed. Francine realized that
he had been squeezing her hard enough to make it hurt.
"I'll see you around some time, Francine."
"Wow, you're early!" Michelle got up from the chair and gave Francine a brief hug. She
could see the big Greyhound curled in the corner. His ears had perked up when she'd
entered the room. Michelle went on talking, pouring her a coke. But Francine couldn't
stop looking at that dog! He seemed to be sizing her up for another meal. She felt
sudden fear. There was something in the air... something in the way Michelle's voice
sounded that seemed too false.
Francine found herself breathing raggedly. She'd tried to keep the business with the dog
out of her mind all week. Even Andrea hadn't been able to get her to loosen up and she
didn't want to talk about that first weird trip with the Great Dane name Lenny either.
It had simply been a matter of closing off a part of her mind or at least glossing over it.
But with the brown eyes of the Greyhound on her, she couldn't ignore the tight feeling
in her belly. She was entering into things she knew she had no business fooling with.
With Andrea's pet it had been a lark, a dare, an accident. With Michelle it had been
something a little more. Francine knew she had felt things coming together that
afternoon in the bedroom with Michelle. She'd felt the electricity, sensed the
expectation and then gotten herself blasted out of her mind on hash so that she
wouldn't have to make the decision herself. And the rest had been easy... too easy.
"What's wrong, baby? You haven't touched your coke."
"I don't feel too good." Francine sat down in a deep, leather chair.
"You do look a little flushed... but your head's cool."
Francine got up again. "I didn't know we were going to use the dog any more... didn't
you get enough pictures last time?"
Michelle came over and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Just relax. You remember how nice it was last time, don't you, honey? You didn't get
hurt and afterwards I bought you a bunch of surprises." She took Francine's coke. "Let
me put a little rum in this for you. Calm those nerves."
She was trying to think of something to say to Michelle when the black-haired beauty
swept back into the room with the doctored coke. Francine took it numbly, sipped. The
booze warmed her throat and belly. She drank more. She had to tell Michelle that she
didn't want to play, had to tell her without hurting her feelings.
"Michelle... I..."
"Drink up, baby, and I'll get you some more."
"No... I..." But Michelle took the glass from her hand and went into the kitchen.
Francine followed.
"Here, darling... see, I'm having one too!" Michelle handed her some more rum and
Coke. Franchine didn't really want it but her mind was all messed up. She drank a huge
gulp and set the glass down on the table.
"Look, Michelle, I really dig coming over here. I mean, it's not just the money. I was
getting into the idea of being a model and all. But the dog..." She'd stopped because
Michelle's look had become almost threatening. For the first time since she'd known
her, Francine felt fear. It was silly. Michelle wouldn't hurt her, would she?
"I'm paying you enough, aren't I?"
"Oh sure. I never had so much money. But I just remembered what happened last time
and... well... I was afraid you might want that to happen again." She shrugged
apologetically. "I didn't think the dog would be here this time and..."
Michelle took her hand and led her towards the bedroom. Francine felt she was being
pushed faster than she wanted to be. But the rum and Coke had gotten her a little
fuzzy. At the door she balked. She could see that Michelle had put gold satin sheets on
the bed.
"Wait... I..."
Michelle's fingers tightened suddenly on her wrist.
"Come on, baby, it'll be fun!"
"What? What will be fun?"
"Just you and me and..."
"And that dog!" Francine twisted away, but Michelle was stronger, bigger. She pushed
Francine's wrist up behind her back until she gave a yelp of pain. Then Francine was
shoved down on her stomach across the bed and Michelle forced her other wrist up
over the first and looked around for something to tie her with.
"Michelle... oh please don't!"
"Shut up!"
Francine was shocked to tears by the sudden change in her friend's voice. Maybe she
wasn't a friend at all. She closed her eyes and felt sick and hurt inside. Michelle was
wrapping a silk tie around her small wrists and jerking it tight and knotting it again.
Francine felt awful. She tugged at the bonds but there was no chance she would be able
to get them loose.
Now Michelle was working the buttons of her blue jeans loose. Francine squealed and
tried to bend her knees up tight but Michelle drove a knee into the middle of her back.
A jolt of pain left Francine gasping for air. Her jeans were jerked off along with her
nylon panties. She tossed helplessly.
Michelle unbuttoned her cowboy shirt and yanked it back over her shoulders and down
her arms. There was no way to get it off with her wrists tied, but there wasn't much
difference with the thing tangled at her bonds. Her shoulders and tits and belly were
now against the satin sheets. Whenever she moved the subtle friction was excruciating.
Her tiny nipples became immediately rigid, making the touches all the more disturbing.
"Ohhh, help me, somebody!"
"If you don't shut up, it'll be a lot worse."
Francine felt something go around an ankle. More silk. It felt like a pajama leg that
Michelle was using. The raven-haired woman tied the end to the bed leg, started
working on Francine's other ankle.
"Ohh God... what are you doing?" Francine was panting with fear. But the touch of the
silk sheets on her belly and hips and breasts wasn't helping. She didn't want to be
excited, but the booze she'd drank had rounded off all the hard corners. Her resistance
to the rush of sensations was weakened.
Michelle had finished tying her other ankle now. She was bent over the edge of the bed,
knees on the floor but wide apart. She couldn't close her thighs because her ankles were
tied by long, twisted strands of silk... Michelle's pajamas... each ankle bound to opposite
legs of the bed. She wiggled, jerking against the restraints. At least she could scoot
backward, sit down on the rug.
But Michelle stopped her. "Maybe you need something around your thin little neck
too." Her voice was acid.
"Ohhhh!" Francine gasped. Michelle was calling the dog! She heard the padding click of
its paws on the kitchen tiles. Then it was in the room.
"Here, boy..." Michelle was holding the animal by the collar, letting it smell Francine's
bottom. Then the nose scooted under her pubes and began to rub. She felt his tongue,
felt the hot beat of his breath against her tender flesh.
"Noooo!" She squirmed wildly but the ties on her ankles only tightened. She wrestled
half onto one side, yanking with her wrists. No use. The dog licked hotly at her
exposed pubes. She couldn't even close her thighs! She tried to push herself back again
so she'd sit on the floor. But Michelle smacked her across the ass with the flat of her
hand. It was a hard blow that make Francine choke on her sobbing.
"I'll give you your money back... just please let me go...!"
"Shut up, I told you." Michelle let the collar of the dog go. The animal snorted
viciously. Then he stuck his tongue up between Francine's slit. She gagged on the
words of protest she'd been about to scream. The tickling friction across her hidden clit
brought it pumping from the mushy cunt flesh. The second lick made her entire body
tremble. She felt her muscles slacken, her resistance ebbing away. It was impossible to
ignore the unbelievably acute sensations the wet friction made. Her juices were
running. She felt the inner lining of her pussy oozing hot butter.
"Uhhhhnnnn!" Now when she moved her bottom it only made things worse. And yet
when she tried to keep it still, the dog opened her inner folds easily with his clever
tongue. He was sopping her with hot spit, grunting as he worked his spit deeper into
the quivering, seeping purse that hid her youthful secrets.
Francine hardly had time to fear what might happen to her. Everything was moving too
fast. Michelle had stripped off her clothes quickly and taken a place to one side of
Francine and the powerful Greyhound. Francine could smell the musk of the woman
and when she turned her head to the side, could see her long, red nails clutching a
bullet-shaped thing. It was ivory-colored and smooth.
Michelle clicked a switch and the room filled with a low buzz. Francine had never seen
a vibrator. She watched with wide eyes as the dark-haired woman held her own labia
apart and pressed the buzzing tip of the thing into the glossy heat of her pussy. She
guided it up and down her slit until Francine saw a trickle of slickness pour from her
vagina. Then Michelle pushed the bullet into the softly clenched vortex and let it go
deep. Her head fell to one side and her eyes fluttered. The dog had put his paws on
Francine's trim, teenage ass now as he plowed hotly with his tongue. Her rectum was
washed clean and then the animal wet both cheeks thoroughly.
"Ohhhh... oh God... oh Jesus...!" It felt good! As much as she hated it to feel that way
she could not escape what was happening to her body. Even the rough touch of the
animal's claws on her soft skin was pleasurable. She felt his fur, his heat, his weight on
her back now as he mounted.
"Help... stop him! Oh stop him, Michelle, he's trying to...! Ahhhh... ohhhh noooo!"
Michelle was watching, leaning back on a bunch of pillows, legs crossed loosely in front
of her. The noise of the vibrator was muted by the clinging walls of her pussy. Only the
base showed between her outer lips and Michelle's dark-red nails clicked at the plastic
as she turned it inside her. She smiled at Francine.
"Yeah, baby... doesn't it feel good? He's going to fuck you... he's going to have you for
his bitch!"
"Noooo!" Francine squealed. "I'm a virgin! Damn it, I'm a virgin!" The satin sheets
rubbed across her breasts as she squirmed back. But the Greyhound's front paws
pushed her flat again.
Now she felt his underbelly. The hot fur, the powerful moving as he held her down and
pressed... something... against her buttocks! What was it? She knew and wouldn't let
her mind even think of it! It was wet and hot and slick. It was knobbed at the end and
when the dog lunged, he pushed it between her cheeks. She wiggled wildly, moaning.
Michelle was shoving the vibrator in and out of her flooding pussy. Francine could see
the fringe of raven hair around the messy, dark pinks of her inner membranes. When
the ivory bullet slid back, it was glistening with butter.
The dog seemed to know that he had missed. His cock was dragged back along her
squirming bottom. It left a trail of lubrication across one ass cheek. Then it wasn't
touching her any more. Francine sobbed. Her brown hair was tangled in her mouth and
twisted around her neck. She sucked in air and whimpered with fear. But the dog's
body against her back was doing other things to her. The tickling fur, the weight, the
search of his claws on the backs of her shoulders when he was licking her long hair
aside, working so that he could get at her neck. It was as if he were trained. No dog
would do that ordinarily, at least Francine didn't think so.
"Please, Michelle... ohhh please don't let him fuck me!"
The dog jabbed again. This time she felt the barb of his cock gouge hotly past her puffy
labia and press against the bottom of her cleft. Then as the animal quivered and jerked
and licked her neck, the cock slipped downward, downward! Francine gasped with relief
as it skittered over the bunched tissue which was her hymen. But the knob rubbed her
clit now! The Greyhound fucked rapidly as if he had entered her body. The hot shaft
rubbed back and forth over the finger of tingling pleasure. The little thing grew
engorged with blood immediately and swelled so that the friction was only that much
more inflaming.
"Uhn... uhnnnnn..." Francine squirmed under the trembly thrills. She could hardly keep
her ass still! It was like being tickled and not being able to scratch. It was torture... 
a shivery, aching torture that sent blood bursting through her veins. Her heart pounded
so hard she could hear it in her throat. And the Greyhound was working on one of her
ears too. When she turned her head to the other side, he snorted the thick hair aside
and nipped the tender whorl of ear flesh between his front teeth.
"Ohhh n-n-nooooo! Please don't let him...Michelle... I... I..."
Michelle laughed and jabbed the vibrator in and out of her pussy. There was something
about the way she was acting that made Francine wonder if she hadn't taken more than
just the alcohol.
The dog was jabbing with long strokes and still he only slipped across her hot bead, her
swollen little clit. But he was pulling the barbed tip further back with each thrust.
Francine shook with fear. It wouldn't be long until the Greyhound accidentally hit his
mark. She knew that her tautly stretched membrane, her cherry, wouldn't stand up
against that stiff, hot cock.
"Noooo!" Her bottom worked wildly to get away! When the dog seemed to be jabbing
lower, Francine tucked her ass down and jerked to one side. But the animal's lunges
were coming dangerously near the glistening spot she was trying so hard to protect.
Her vagina convulsed from deep within. Her breasts tingled, her nipples scraped the
satin sheets. She made little whimpering noises through her nose as the dog's attack
grew more fierce.
Michelle was panting so loud that Francine turned her head to look at her. Black hair
splashed around and over the woman's shoulders. Her big breasts heaved with
excitement. Her long nails clutched at the base of the vibrator and finally dragged it out
of her pussy with a sucking noise. Then she rubbed the shivering thing up over her clit.
Francine's mouth fell open slackly and she felt the drool pour out. She was getting too
tired to keep moving her ass away from the dog's cock. She was losing the rhythm
which kept her just a move ahead. And the Greyhound only seemed to be beginning.
He bit her neck now, shaking her lightly as he tried to make her hold still. And at last,
with a loud moan, Francine stopped. The dog seemed to sense his victory. He gouged
his cock down along her divide until the knob sunk in a little where her cherry pulsed.
Then he moved forward an inch. The membrane stretched tight as the dog cock
threatened to pop it.
"Ohhh God, ohh God, oh God!" Francine sobbed. Tingles of excitement danced over
her thin shoulders as the dog let her feel his teeth. Then he seemed to shiver all over. It
was as if he sensed how close he was to having her completely.
There was not doubt in Francine's mind that in the next moment or so she would be
changed forever. She remembered the dreams she'd had of getting fucked by some
groovy guy who was crazy about her. She'd always thought how nice a present her
cherry would be to someone she really liked. All this flashed through her mind in
seconds. The image of herself in the back seat of a car, dress raised, panties dangling
around one ankle, a well-built boy kissing the magic spot, touching it with his tongue
and then a finger and then the hot, purple tip of his cock! And then... and then he
would hold each of her breasts in his mouth, tonguing the nipples out until he was sure
she was ready. Her juices would be gushing and her ass trembling with anticipation.
She would feel his tumid glans against her... pushing. The boy's tongue would slip deep
into her mouth and she would suck it and whimper through her nostrils and cling
frantically to his broad shoulders as her virgin body was pierced!
But now it was a dog's cock! And yet was there any difference except in her mind? It
was the male's hunger to penetrate, a male dog had the same needs, the same
consuming fever to jab deep into a female's body and spurt cum! The Greyhound
wasn't hurting her... only a little really. He wasn't trying to kill or bite or injure her. He
only wanted to fuck her.
The pressure against her hymen was excruciating now! When she tried to move, the
pressure only increased. Francine held her pussy still. She was shaking from head to
toe, every muscle taut with the fearful expectation of what would happen next. And
then the Greyhound yelped with excitement and brought his haunches forward with a
snapping convulsion. His back humped as he drove forward and up! Francine bit blood
from her bottom lip as she felt the swollen barb tear the dainty membrane to shreds.
The sensation of that knobbed, hard end suddenly filling her, pushing aside small
organs, stretching the delicate folds of her pussy depths... it was too much!
"Nooooo!" she cried, wiggling crazily again, trying to dislodge the skewering hot staff
that had become almost a part of her.
The dog fucked with a raging passion, and as the lurching, jabbing dog cock gouged
her velvety insides, something strange began to happen to her. Francine had wiggled
violently, trying to escape, but now her movements did something else. She jiggled and
tucked her bottom. She arched and humped her back. And all this in full knowledge
that she was full of hot, canine cock! There was no escape, no matter how wildly she
bucked and squirmed. But the movement brought a fever to her blood. A fever she'd
never experienced in her whole life.
"Ohhhh... ohhhh God yesss..."
"It's good, isn't it?" Michelle had leaned forward suddenly, grasping Francine's
shoulder.
"I... I..."
"You oughta see it, honey... it's all red and swollen and angry-looking. When it goes in,
your bottom spasms like crazy!" Michelle drooled, licked her lips wildly. Her other
hand worked the vibrator deep into her pussy again. "And the blood... it's everywhere...
smeared on the insides of your thighs and on the sheets... ohhh Jesus it looks good..."
Francine thought she heard something like envy in Michelle's voice. It didn't seem to
make sense. Why hadn't she used the dog for herself if she thought it felt so good? But
there wasn't any time to be analytical. The dog's cock was growing bigger inside her by
the second... its barb was scraping forcefully each time he dragged it back. She felt her
flooding folds suck tightly around the spear. Her swollen outer parts made squishy wet
noises as the fucking cock forced between the soaked flesh.
"Ohhh, how bad am I bleeding...?"
"You won't die, silly!" Michelle's nostrils flared. Francine could see that her knuckles
were shiny with sex butter.
"But it burns... it hurts a little..." Francine could feel a sting but the waves of pleasure
that washed through her senses seemed to make everything else unimportant. "He's
going so... soo deep! Ohhh Michelle, please get him off...!"
Francine strained against her silk ties. The tension on her ankles and wrists only
brought more tingles of pleasure burning up her legs, down her narrow back.
"He's only a dog..." Michelle gasped. "He can't go that deep!"
"But... it's growing inside me! I swear..."
"I told you..."
"Maybe I'm not very deep! I've heard that some girls can't take even an average-sized
guy!" Francine gasped. Fear seemed to be choking her. And still that tantalizing fevered
rub of her velvety pussy continued.
"You're doing fine... you... ohhhh!" Michelle fell back on her pillow. Francine could see
that the vibrator was shoved hard against her pussy. The woman's clit stood out of her
cunt like a small finger. It throbbed with blood and as the ivory-smooth tip of the bullet
brushed against it, the muscles in her thighs snaked hard.
"Michelle... I can't take any... more... I... uhnnnn!"
The cock stroked deep. Francine felt her vaginal muscles trying to clamp tight around
the base of it. As if her young body wanted the thing to stay inside forever.
"Tell me what it feels like when he lunges!" Michelle licked her lips again.
"Ohhh you don't care what happens to me!"
"Tell me!"
"It stretches me... it feels like it's touching a part of me deep inside... ohhhh I'm
scared!"
"Tell me more, you little fool!"
"Ohhhh Michelle, I can't... it tickles so much I can't hardly make my mouth work!"
"What else!"
"The tip! It's hot! My pussy stings where it broke through! And I feel like I'm glowing
all over. Ohhhh my nipples itch like crazy... ohhhhh!" Francine couldn't possibly stay
still even though she was frightened. The cock thrust and gouged and stabbed and her
bottom worked just as fast as the dog's haunches. She squirmed in circles, panting with
the effort. She thrust down when he went deep, partly to keep him from hurting her
and partly because it forced the bursting tip hard against her sensitive tube.
"Ohhhh Godddamn... he's so big... soooo big!"
"Fuch him harder!" Michelle groaned, working the vibrator into her hole again.
"He's biting my neck again!"
"Yessss... bite her!"
"Ohhh don't let him hurt me!" Francine babbled.
"He won't... he knows how to do it with little girls!"
These words went through Francine like the Greyhound's cock had stabbed her dainty
cherry. She stiffened with excitement and shivered as the tension built through the
insides of her thighs. Her pussy throbbed with itchy goodness! The dog rammed her
and growled and closed his long jaws down over her neck. Then he shook her, but
harder than the first time. She felt like a bitch... just as Michelle had promised.
"Hellllp!" She whimpered weakly. "Ohhhh n-n-nooooo... no, no, no!"
"Ohhh yesss!" Michelle laughed, holding the bullet as deep as she could and working
her pretty ass crazily.
Francine lunged wildly against the silk ties. She fell to one side, almost bucking the dog
from her back. But when he clamped down on her neck hard and began to fuck her
with savage hunger, she went limp as the passion made her dizzy.
"Ohh nooo!" It was the feeling of surrender which made her feel the itchy, lovely rage.
She could only accept her fate. She was helpless under the strong body of the
Greyhound. He had her firmly now and he shook her head to remind her that he
would keep his cock inside her until it fountained with boiling cream.
"It... it feels like it's tearing me apart!"
Francine could sense that her body was rushing into another convulsing fever. The
tension built along her legs. Her breasts were on fire! She wiggled her body, rubbing
the pink nipples across the satin sheets. She tried to scream but couldn't. The powerful
jabs by the dog jolted her small frame violently.
"You're coming...!" Michelle squealed. "I can tell!"
"Ohhhh I wish it wouldn't happen!" But at the same time Francine thought she might
die if for some reason she didn't finish... couldn't reach her climax.
"Look at you... you're shaking all over!" Michelle sounded triumphant. "And look at the
dog! He knows you're close! He's trying to finish you off!"
Whether Michelle's words were true or not, Francine couldn't say. But it was true that
the Greyhound was fucking her with increased frenzy. His haunches moved in a
jumping, rabbity way. His cock pounded like a jackhammer against the mouth of her
womb. He held her right shoulder firmly in his jaws.
"Ohhhh God... yessss... I'm coming... commmmming!"
Her bottom twitched and burned with lovely tingles. Then a dozen explosions devoured
her thighs.
Michelle gasped as she watched. Her eyes were full of lust. "He's deep now! Really
deep!"
Francine felt the raven-haired beauty put her hand on the dog's rear. She was feeling
him fuck her! It all seemed so weird... so far out! Was she there at the beach house at
all? Was she really tied under the raging body of a Greyhound. Was his bursting cock
deep, deep inside her fifteen-year-old body?
"Yesss!" It was true! She rolled her bottom and started the tickling to increase suddenly
to a maddening glow of pure pleasure. The spasms convulsed her immature pussy. She
felt the hot folds wrap around the dog's glans and wring it of its cum. Something hot
was oozing into her pussy! Now it was spurting! The dog yelped.
"He's coming! Oh God," Michelle babbled, "he's coming!" Francine felt the woman's
hands touching her bottom. "Tell me... tell me what it's like..."
Francine made her lips work somehow but she could only babble. She could hear the
thumping mattress as she danced her young ass against it.
"Whhhaaaaa!" she bleated, coming gloriously! Her heart was in her throat! She gasped
for air and tugged violently against the silk around her wrists.
"You little bitch," Michelle breathed, coming too, "you lovely little bitch. The dog owns
you now! You are his! Ahhhh... uhn... uhn... uhn!"
It didn't make much sense to Francine. All she could do was convulse and twitch and
grind her trim, boyish ass up against the dog's wild spasms. It was delirious,
unbounded pleasure and all the ugly thoughts, all the fears and shame evaporated as
her throbbing clit went off like a skyrocket! The whole underside of her body was
glowing with amber goodness! She had reached the point where no matter which way
she moved, it felt good! If Michelle had cut her bonds at that moment, Francine would
not have been able to stop jerking.
"Ahhhh... sooooo good... soooooo nice!"
Something hot and sticky was leaking out of her slit. She knew that the dog had
unloaded inside her. His fever was dying quickly. He lurched and jerked against her
still, but his attack was not so single-minded. He was losing energy quickly and when at
last he finally slipped halfway out of her pussy, Francine clenched down her cunt
muscles as if to keep the Greyhound deep.
"Noooo... don't stop!" Her climax had passed, but there were still a hundred little
tickles devouring her vulva. It felt hot and squishy and good. It felt like paradise, even
though the burning explosion had ended. The sound of something else forced its way
into her senses.
"Michelle... what...?"
The pretty woman had fallen back on the bed and seemed to be having some kind of
fit. Then Francine saw the white bullet clinched tightly in her fingertips. The powerful
muscles of her vagina were convulsing down on the jiggling thing. And Michelle
plowed her bottom around like she was trying to dig up the sheets.
It was over in just a few seconds. Michelle screamed and thrashed violently and dug at
the bed with her heels until the savage storm died finally between her quivering thighs.
With everything quiet, Francine could hear the dog licking itself, her own breathing
and the gasping moans of Michelle as she finally caught her breath and wound down
from the intensity of her come. Francine closed her eyes. She was too wrought up to
think straight. Her body was still tingling from the afterglow of the keen excitement the
Greyhound had brought to her. Then she was shocked back to reality by the sting at
the edges of her hole. She wasn't a virgin any longer! She began to sob quietly into the
satin sheets. Michelle untied her wrists, bent down to get the twisted pajamas
unfastened from her ankles.
"You won't say anything about this to anyone!"
"Michelle... why did you make me do..."
"That's not important." She tossed the silk pajamas on the bed and pulled on her
clothes. Francine was too shocked, to weak to move. Finally she managed to find her
panties and pull them up over her knees. She stopped and looked down at her cunt.
White flecks of dog cum dried in the sparse brown hair. She was smeared with blood
and sex butter.
"Go and take a shower," Michelle scolded. "You're a mess!"
"I..."
"Go ahead, don't argue." She grabbed the panties, yanked them down. Then the two of
them stopped. Michelle was looking at Francine's cunt. She touched it lightly with one
finger. "I hope it didn't hurt too much."
"It hurt." Francine felt angry. She wasn't sure how a girl was supposed to act after
losing her virginity. She'd played a dozen possible scripts through her head, some
romantic, some terrifying. But this... losing her hymen to a dog! She twisted by
Michelle and padded into the bathroom.
"Francine?" the black-haired woman called. Francine heard her tapping lightly on the
door as she turned on the spray. "Are you okay?"
"A lot you care!"
Michelle tried to turn the knob but the door was locked. "You don't plan to tell anyone
about what happened, do you?"
Francine smiled to herself. "What's to stop me?" She lathered her hands thoroughly and
began very gently to rub her tender mound.
Michelle waited for a while before saying anything. "I have some very nice photos of
you, remember? That first day? You were stoned on the bed while the Greyhound was
making a meal of your pretty little pussy!"
Francine swallowed hard. "I don't believe you."
"I'll show you the prints, darling." There was a pause. "But there's no reason for us to
fight like this. I want to be friends."
Francine soaped herself until the white foam fell into the bathtub in big glops. There
was a douche bag hanging on the shower neck. She'd never used one before, but she
filled it with warm water and added something from a bottle she found on the edge of
the sink, following the directions carefully. The stuff felt good. It seemed to soothe her,
calm her. And with the long douche nozzle she searched around curiously inside her
body for the very first time. She was deep! Really deep! She hadn't guessed that girls
were made like that! The dog's cock hadn't started to reach the end of her secret tunnel.
And she was having a hard time finding it with the douche nozzle.
Experimenting, she slid the thing in and out of her vagina. It was too skinny to give her
much of a sensation, but the idea was titillating. The warm solution cleaned all the dog
semen away. She felt clean once again. As clean as a fifteen-year-old who had just lost
her cherry to a dog could feel.
When she came out with a towel wrapped around her, Michelle was dressed and
waiting.
"You want to go shopping again, baby?"
"I don't know... I feel kinda weird."
Michelle began to fill a hash pipe. "Oh come on. Let's get blasted and go browse a few
boutiques."
"Well... I don't know..."
Michelle shoved the pipe into her hand. "Come on." Her smile was hard to resist.
Francine sucked smoke, held it until she felt her brain molecules expanding. She was
still mad. But for the time being, what could she do but go along with Michelle? She
had already found out what happened when she dared to challenge her. The image of
her parents looking at a photo of her being eaten out by a dog made cold chills run up
her back. Michelle called a cab and in a few minutes it arrived.
Stoned, Francine followed her out of the house and then they were speeding on the
freeway toward a nearby shopping center. Before they even got there, Michelle folded
another hundred-dollar bill into her small hand.


Chapter 5

"You're hurting me Marty!"
"I guess I really should tie you up and let that Greyhound over there have a go at you.
He's been looking at you with mighty hungry eyes."
Michelle tried to twist her wrist out of her husband's grasp but he was a hundred times
stronger than she was. "Let... me... go!"
"I want to see those photos you told me about."
"Marty!" She managed to dig her claws into his wrists, but he twisted an arm up behind
her back then, laughing. Michelle couldn't help but remember how she'd done the same
thing to Francine a few days before.
"I want to fuck," he breathed.
"Well, I don't!"
"You've been letting that dog eat your pussy, haven't you?"
"Absolutely not. I don't conceive of that as quite civilized."
Martin jerked her around so that their eyes met. "Well what in hell have the three of
you been doing these afternoons alone? I know that that girl is getting in over her head.
The last time I saw her she acted half scared to death. You've got a hold on her
somehow. And that damned dog!" He looked at the Greyhound. "I called and they say
you've arranged to keep him for six months off and on." He laughed. "When they're
not using him for a movie."
"All that is none of your business."
He jerked her hard. "You know I'm not used to being teased. We were fucking four or
five times a week before you got bored."
"Martin, I've had enough. You turn me loose or I'll really start fighting."
"Maybe I'd like that," he chuckled, bending the arm up higher between her shoulder
blades. She coughed from the pain. Then he was kissing her neck, biting her ear.
Michelle was in a panic. As Marty struggled with her out to the patio, she knew that he
had been drinking half the morning and then snorted up a bunch of coke. He was
wired like a hyena and she wouldn't have a chance if he wanted to abuse her. But more
than anything she was frightened of the dog.
With Francine, the teenaged angel, Michelle had vicariously experienced the fornication
between animal and human. It had thrilled her far more than she'd ever dreamed it
could. Just watching that hot, red cock sliding into the young virgin's body had been
ecstasy. Her breasts had tingled when the dog had licked Francine's small swells. Her
clitoris had glowed like a sun when the dog had lapped Francine's. But the thought of
being touched in any way, the thought of the animal near her own lovely body... that
sent shivers through her guts.
Okay, she had a hangup. She liked the idea of dogs and chicks together. But she didn't
want it to happen to her personally. Michelle had read about men who didn't fuck
women but like to hold their underwear and jack off. She'd heard stories of men who
like to watch other men fucking their wives. There were fetishes of all descriptions.
Shoes, garter belts, girdles, to mention the more common ones. But a lot of people got
off vicariously. It wasn't a stigma. She still wouldn't mind talking about it with Marty if
he wouldn't be such an animal about it.
"Let's try a little of this nylon cord around your wrists," Martin laughed, wrapping her
hands expertly together.
Michelle felt herself being pulled up. She was jerked off the ground a little so that she
had to stand on tiptoes. The sun beat down on her back and shoulders. Thank God
they had a private beach. If anyone happened to see her like this she'd die!
"Okay, have your fun and games and then cut me down!"
Marty clapped his hands and whistled. The Greyhound loped out onto the patio and
twisted around excitedly as Michelle watched her husband scratch him and dig him in
the ribs.
Somehow Michelle hid the fear in her voice. "Look Marty, if you want to fuck, let's go
in the bedroom and fuck. I'll suck you if you want, honey."
"This might turn out to be more fun." He came over and rubbed her taut belly, cupped
a big breast. "I'm curious as to what's been going on around here. Maybe the
Greyhound can help me find out."
"Marty... don't. Let me down right now... please!"
"Come here, boy... here." Martin put his hand against Michelle's mound. She sucked in
a little breath as he dug a finger deep into the seeping, silken hole. Then he pushed his
fingers close to the dog's muzzle. The animal whimpered and began to hump his back.
Michelle saw his cock extend like a piece of raw meat. It was curved slightly. She'd
forgotten that fact but remembered how it had looked sliding so slickly into Francine's
young body... yes... it had appeared to curve. Maybe there was an anatomical reason.
The dog walked between her legs. Then it jumped and put its paws on her belly. She
wiggled and cried as the animal wet the undersides of her breasts.
"He likes you. He acts like he knows just what to do." Marty rubbed his chin. "How
much pussy you been giving this poor dog, anyway? Maybe I should call up the
humane society." Marty seemed to think this was funny.
"You sicken me," Michelle spat. "Let me down, damn it. This game's gone far enough,
don't you think?"
But Marty wasn't listening. He had pulled the dog down and was guiding it under her.
The animal began to lick at her mound. Marty went behind her, grabbed her ankles
and spread her legs apart for the dog to eat.
"Noooo... don't... Marty...!" Now the panic was really on her. She wiggled wildly, the
ropes cutting painfully into her wrists. The animal's tongue lashed suddenly between
her labia. The hot, slick friction made her choke on a breath.
"Hey, that's more like it!" Marty knelt to watch the show from behind. She knew he
was peering under her pretty ass, watching the tongue of the dog suck against her
soppy parts. She felt her clit blossom out, filling with blood. The bead exposed itself to
the friction without her volition. Michelle shook her black hair wildly and clawed at her
own palm with her red nails. The ropes cut so hard!
Marty went to the kitchen, and with her feet free, Michelle kicked at the Greyhound,
tried to make him back up. He dodged around her blows, finally grabbed an ankle in
his jaws. She screamed with terror. Marty came back with a drink in his hand, and
when he saw what had happened, he laughed at her.
"I think it's time we move you into the bedroom so we can get down to the nitty
gritty."
Michelle bit at him when he untied the rope from the hook halfway up the patio wall.
He kept her wrists bound, pulling her along behind him like a caught animal. Michelle
was enraged and mortified.
"You bastard!"
He shoved her across the bed, hard. She was belly down and the Greyhound was
licking hungrily at her fully curved ass.
"He appreciates your ass like I do. Nice and wide so you can get your fingers into it."
"Marty, this is enough... I... ohhhhh" The dog had mounted her suddenly. She felt his
hot, slick cock smearing one ass cheek with juice. She flopped about wildly, managing
to roll onto her back. But the dog came at her again as Martin held the rope taut, kept
her hands high above her head. His paws pressed heavily against the fronts of her
shoulders. She couldn't twist any more. And he was digging with his back claws into
the rug for power. She tried to close her knees but his body was in the way.
"Noooo!"
"He wants a little piece," Martin said. He wasn't laughing any more. He was holding
the rope tight, jerking it so that it hurt her whenever she tried to get away from the
carnal advances of the big Greyhound. The dog's silvery coat rubbed her thighs and
belly and breasts. He lavished her face with lapping kisses.
"Martin... I'm afraid... you don't seem to understand!"
"Afraid?" He snorted his derision and yanked the rope. Michelle felt her arms stretched
over the edge of the bed. The dog lunged wildly, trying to touch her again with his raw,
slender penis. She felt it brush her cunt. At least her labia were pressed tightly together.
His cock would have trouble getting through the tangle of her cunt hair.
"Give him a chance, you bitch!"
The word caught her off balance. She'd said the very same thing to Francine. But she
hadn't realized the explosive emotional jangle it could give. She flared her nostrils,
wished she had the breath to scream at her awful husband. But the word 'bitch'
wormed its way into her mind. She could feel the hot breath of the dog atop her, facing
her! It was so savage... so terribly uncivilized! Why had she enjoyed it so much with
Francine? Why had she gone crazy watching the poor virgin ravished by a dog?
"Nooo... I have to get up... please Martin... I'm going crazy!"
"Fuck her!" Marty bellowed at the dog.
"Nooo!" She closed her thighs hard around the dog's body as if to hold him. But he was
strong. Sooo strong! She gasped as he lurched and drove his cock tip against her closed
cunt. She felt the kinky hair parting, curling around the red barb. The dog was excited
by this prickly friction and began to yelp and snort, licking one of her nipples out of its
soft bed of flesh.
"Ohhhhh... damn you, Martin!" She pretended only disgust though an emotion she was
not so familiar with was rising in her chest. The friction against her nipple was
unbelievably excruciating. And what made it even more erotic was watching the huge
fangs of the dog as he bared his teeth while curling his pink tongue around her areola.
Those teeth could tear her to shreds. If the dog freaked out for some reason, the
pleasure could be quickly changed to blood and pain! This closeness between the two
opposites... the thin line she balanced on between loving friction and hurting horror
made her tremble.
The dog sensed this change and began to fight harder than ever to secure a soft, warm
place between her white thighs. Michelle knew she couldn't fool herself any longer. She
was becoming excited. She was afraid too, but the touching, licking heat of the animal's
attack couldn't be ignored.
"Don't let him, Marty... please don't let his cock go any further... ohhhh noooo!"
The raw, red knob had jabbed suddenly between her tumid lips. She felt an unexpected
pressure against her clitoris. Michelle writhed to free herself from the friction but the
dog felt heat surrounding his cockhead and fought to bury it deeper. The slippery organ
gouged down her slit! She couldn't keep it from pushing the ring of muscles apart as it
sank steadily into her pussy. She was taking him inside her! The shock made her buck
violently, only helping the dog to go deeper.
Michelle whimpered like a beaten animal herself. The dog was turning her into one. He
stroked powerfully, gaining a half inch at a time. He was getting that bulging raw knob
into the velvet heat of her vagina little by little. And then Martin growled and shoved
the dog off of her.
"Jesus that turns me on!" His cock was hard against her belly as she felt him
positioning himself like the dog had been. He was half on the bed, half off, pressing his
purple glans against the very spot the Greyhound had been trying to enter only seconds
before. Michelle whimpered with confusion. Her hands were still being held firmly
above her head, the rope cutting into her flesh.
"How about this!" Martin grunted, thrusting savagely.
Michelle felt his cock easily divide her muscles. It went deep! It was huge and hot and
hard and when the tip pressed against her womb, she began to buck violently. The dog
had gotten her so hot! She hadn't realized it. But she was thankful that her husband
had stopped the animal from going any further. Her head spun with what had
happened when the Greyhound's cock had pressed into the heat of her slit! But now
her husband... a human cock was digging deep into her hot body. She rolled her ass
and clenched down hard with her pussy muscles. She was still mad at him but the
tempest of her excitement was raging and she couldn't deny that hunger for another
second.
"Ohhhh fuck me... fuck me hard, Marty!"
"Wasn't the dog fucking you?"
"Don't talk... just fuck me!" She strained to get her arms down, but he held them high,
working the ropes so that they cut her over and over. The pain seemed to be blending
into the pleasure between her shivering thighs. She wrapped her legs over her
husband's back and pumped her pussy viciously, as if she might break him off deep
inside her belly.
"Yessss... oh God yesss!"
"You screwy bitch! I'm going to watch that dog fuck you yet...!"
She was close! Her loins contracted, spasming as her throes neared. But at the instant
she thought she might rush over the line and fall helplessy in her coming throes, Marty
jerked his cock from her pussy and climbed up on the bed so he was straddling her
shoulders.
"Suck!"
"Marty... ohhh I'm about to..."
"Suck, I told you!"
She could see his blond, shoulder-length hair, his muscled chest. But the look on his
face was far more cruel than any dog. She closed her eyes. His cock tip was forced
against her lips, wetting them with her own slick butter. They parted and she opened
her jaws and took the big, hot thing. She curled her tongue under it, driving back and
forth, gasping through her nostrils.
The first hard jet of semen coated the roof of her mouth. She choked on it a little.
Michelle hadn't expected him to get his rocks so soon. And her lips sucked noisily as
some of the creamy stuff trickled back over her teeth and made small bubbles as it
dripped down her chin and neck.
Martin went crazy. He fucked her face as if it were her pussy. She tried to groan and let
him know that she couldn't take all of him but he lunged hard with his hips and the
end of his cock filled her throat!
"Ghaaa!"
"Drink my cum!" he gasped, yanking the rope tighter on her wrists with one hand,
pulling her hair with the other.
Michelle sobbed and stroked her tongue harder against the bottom of his cock shaft.
Martin had never treated her so roughly before, but what made it worse was that her
climax was hanging just out of reach. She worked her pelvis around crazily, trying to
rub the swollen outer lips against the rigid finger of her clit. She could almost do it, but
not quite. Her pussy seeped hot juice. She felt it running down her buttocks.
"Ohhhh... Mmmm..." She felt the floods of hot cum stringing down her throat. She
grunted as she kept swallowing to keep the sticky stuff from choking her.
"Oohhh Jesus!" Marty bellowed, hurting her wrists. "You suck good, bitch!" He
finished. He pulled his still-throbbing organ from her mouth, leaving a milky droplet of
his seed clinging to her bottom lip. Michelle licked it off and then jerked her hands
down. He had finally forgotten the rope. She worked the knots loose with her teeth.
"Marty, where you going?"
His disappearing back was the only answer he offered. The door slammed closed,
leaving her alone and trembling in her own bedroom. Alone except for the Greyhound.
He panted, his tongue hanging out one side of his mouth. Michelle rubbed her breasts
hard. The nipples glowed hot and hard. She was dying with lust! She had been so close
and then... shut down like an old furnace. But she wasn't old! She was thiry and very
pretty.
She fell back on the bed and pushed a hand between her thighs. Her fingers danced
lightly over her hot nubbin, stroking it out gently until it throbbed like it had moments
before Marty had decided he didn't want to fuck her any more. She heard the padding
paws of the dog. She knew he was coming over to her again. He wanted to see what the
nice smell was. She giggled hysterically, then began to cry. She was crazy with want!
The animal licked her knees, worked his way up the insides of both thighs.
Michelle let him. She would never let it happen again, but just this once... His nose
brushed her hot mound. She sighed and opened her thighs. She was still afraid, still
trembling with the fear of the unknown. With the actuality of having an animal so close
to her most delicate treasure. But it had to be. She thought she might lose her mind if
something didn't happen to ease the steel-hard tension in her body. She felt like she
were on the rack, being pulled apart at every joint.
The Greyhound pushed his tongue out over her dripping pubes. It slipped deeper,
brushing her dainty clit. She pulled her hands back, making hot streaks of juice up
along her belly. Her breasts heaved as she sucked in huge gulps of air and let them out
with a shuddering that seemed to excite the Greyhound all the more. He worked his
long head from side to side, licking the outside and inside of her exposed vulva. The
folds melted around his pink tongue. Her heart pounded as he licked into the
beginning of her hole and then dragged the rough/soft thing over her clit again. She
began to grunt low in her throat and pump her hips up and down.
"Ohhh... I shouldn't... but it feels so damn goooood!"
The dog growled with passion. At least she knew that if he tried to mount her, she was
free to push him off. Her hands were free and she still held the rope that had bound
them. She'd strangle that monster if he tried to...
"Ohhhhyesssss... that's it boy... ohhhh Goddamn!"
Now she knew what it had felt like to the pretty little teenager. She knew that the 
girl's moans had had good reason! The Greyhound seemed to be an expert at cunnilingus...
he was devouring her dainty, seeping tissues and it felt so good to be devoured.
"Harder... uhnnnn... ohh... ahhhh!"
The dog started to jump up onto her belly. She moved quickly, pushing herself up on
elbows and brandishing the rope. He slunk down again and started once more to slurp
noisily at her blooming pussy. She was coming... she was just beginning to feel the
tickly heat that threatened to dissolve her very being! She bit her lip and tried to hold
still against the dog's voluptuous licking, but in a few seconds she was trembling, every
muscle in her body about to explode.
"Ohhhhh yessss!" She knew that she was letting herself engage in something she'd
feared only a moment before. She'd been fascinated with the idea of a dog actually
giving head to a female human. But in her fantasies that female human had not been
her. She'd been the observer. She'd broken over the line she'd made for herself. She was
going farther than she ever had. A dog was taking care of her. And he was taking care
of her wonderfully!
"Doggie... ohhhh lick me, doggie! Lick me harder!" She rolled her bottom and tucked it
up again so that her petals were peeled open and her cunt was shoved up against his
sharp muzzle.
"Ahhhh... my clit... do it to my clit...!" It was funny, but she felt like telling him, like
moaning to him as he excited her. He was making noises too. Michelle wondered what
they meant. Her pussy flooded over the dog's sharp nose. He ground it hard against her
inner petals, brushing her clitoris ecstatically. She had been able somehow to hold her
climax in limbo. She had been coming for two minutes it seemed and yet that final
heavenly madness had not yet descended upon her.
"I can't stand it much longer! Ohhhh doggie... doggieeeee!"
Now it was upon her. Her toes fanned and ached from the steely contraction. Her
calves bulged out and she straightened her knees and flopped her feet wildly in the air
as the dog clawed the rug and pressed his nose into the beginning of her vagina.
Michelle had not been ready for this! It was almost as if she were being fucked by the
animal, though of course she knew he was only licking her. But his nose! It was slick
and hot too! And it was being twisted and pushed, stretching the ring of muscles that
guarded her hole!
"Ohhhh sonofabitch! Ohhhhh wow!" Was it wrong? As long as the dog stayed down
there between her legs... as long as he wasn't trying to actually put his cock inside her it
want bestiality, was it? Her mind swam. She couldn't think of it when her loins were on
fire.
And the fire was increasing. Her arms were taut as she balled the sheets wth her fists
and rolled her head back and forth, splashing black hair everywhere. The dog had taken
her clitoral lump between his tiny front teeth and was pinching and mauling it.
Michelle sucked a huge lungful of air and held it. Her skin seemed to come away from
her body, exposing the bare nerve endings to the air. She glowed and burned and
flushed. Her legs flopped out straight again, seesawing to make the tendons in her
crotch add to the tension.
"Ohhhh God... I'm commmmming!"
Her ass snapped up and down. At first the dog seemed surprised by this turn of events,
but he quickly regained his composure and pressed his snarling mouth against her
steamy parts again. She was completely open to him now, completely vulnerable. And
for the few moments her climax lasted, Michelle wasn't even sure she would have been
able to fight him off if he tried to mount her. But instead of doing that, the Greyhound
climbed one of her bent knees and hunched frantically against her shin. She felt the
slick, hot cock slapping her there. She was too weak, too entwined in the throbbing
glow of her pussy to move or push him back. He barked suddenly and his long nose
bobbed for her pussy as he rabbit-fucked her leg.
She brought her foot up slowly, for no special reason but to get away from the carnal
movements of the big dog. But her toes brushed his balls then and with a convulsive
jerk, they unloaded.
"Ohhhh nooooo... how awful!"
Hot strings of cum spit across her shin. She felt them like searing ribbons of steel. She
was suddenly ashamed and sorry and hateful of herself for letting it all happen. Of
course it was her husband's fault for starting her off, for getting her so hot and then
walking out. That damned Martin!
"Get away... get off!" She tried to pull herself up, tried to grab the dog's head. But he
snarled and snapped at her. His front paws held her thigh firmly as he continued to rub
his fully extended cock against her shin and ankle. More hot sap spurted out. She felt a
slippery glob dripping from her heel. The dog's face was slack, eyes half closed. His
tongue lolled out of his mouth.
She was sitting up now and could see the swollen knob at the end of his organ. It was
huge and scary-looking. She went dizzy for a moment just remembering that that
animal cock had been deep inside young Francine! Her disgust for what the dog was
doing turned quickly to hunger. She had to see that happen again! She had to see that
slender, small girl get fucked by an animal. Maybe even a bigger animal than the
Greyhound! Yes, she was growing tired of this motif. She might make arrangements for
a bigger dog or even...
"Ohhhh... get away," she sighed, kicking the dog onto his side on the floor. She rolled
onto her belly and let her big breasts flatten against the satin sheets. Yes, she had to
think about this. Even as the tickles jolted in her pussy, she was basking in the
afterglow and thinking about the next adventure with her new friend, Francine. She
didn't want to think of the words they'd exchanged when the youngster had balked at
going on with the entertainment she'd arranged. The money would keep her quiet.
How could she refuse those hundred-dollar bills? And she was at the age where clothes
were starting to become a large part of her life.
Her orgasm had completed its cycle. Michelle was breathing normally again and her
swollen pussy had stopped throbbing. She wondered idly if perhaps she could have
another. The dog was licking up specks of his own cum from the floor, licking the
slimy droplets off her ankle. Michelle went to the bathroom and wiped herself clean.
Then she came back to her room. Marty wasn't anywhere around.
To hell with him. She felt he was a little bored with her. So what? She was bored with
him too. He'd been a terrific lover when they'd first met but now something was gone
out of it.
She opened the bedside table drawer and slipped her vibrator out of its protective case.
The switch clicked loudly in the room and she pushed the buzzing tip down over her
belly, letting it titillate her navel for a moment.
"Wooooo... that feels good!"
Then with her eyes tightly clenched, she let the thing plow aside her still puffy labia.
When it grazed her resting clit, the small finger began to enlarge again. Yes, she would
be able to come again! It might take a little longer but she could. The Greyhound
mooned around her feet acting like he wanted into the act.
"Sit!" She ordered. The animal sat, watching curiously as the ivory-colored bullet
disappeared inch by inch into her pussy.


Chapter 6

Francine had been thinking of being on a sailboat with a handsome college guy she'd
met once. She was letting the dream run its course... the waves, the wind. The boy's
arm around her bare waist. The kiss! She gave him her mouth completely and his hands
cupped her small breasts. Then they were down in his cabin and he was pulling her
bikini off little by little. She felt his cock rubbing her thigh!
"Hey, Francy!" Water splashed over her face. Francine sat up on the blanket, sputtering.
The front of her bikini slipped down and she remembered she'd undone the strap in
back so she could get tan. She clutched the skimpy little band of cloth up to her jiggling
swells.
"Oh Andrea, what the heck...!"
"You looked so content," Andrea said, jogging up and flopping down, "I just had to
spoil it! And since your dad had the sprinkler going and the hose was just lying right
there in front of me..."
"Okay, thanks a lot." Francine turned so that her friend could tie her bikini top safely
in place. Nobody in their neighborhood peeked over back fences much, but now that
her reverie was broken, she didn't feel like staying half undressed.
"You want to go with me to Cosgrove's place?" Andrea asked. "I got the car."
"Sure, I guess so." Francine got up, folded her blanket. Mom and Dad would be gone
until later, so she grabbed a shirt to throw over her shoulders and locked up behind
her. They were just getting onto the freeway when she turned to her friend.
"Why we going to Cosgrove's anyway?"
"Mr. Cosgrove has had Lenny for a week. I guess they thought he had enough Great
Dane blood to make a good match with the dog they own." Andrea looked into the
mirror and changed lanes. "Remember that good-natured female that always wanted to
chase sticks?"
"Yeah. I remember." Francine found herself trembling. Since her last visit to Michelle's
beach house she'd been a little edgy. The woman had let things ride, hadn't bugged her
to come out right away. But she knew the time would come when she'd be asked to do
some more 'modeling'. The mention of Lenny had brought back earlier memories. How
the whole damned thing had gotten started.
Andrea sensed her discomfort. "Hey, it's okay. Lenny has never tried to misbehave.
That afternoon was all our fault anyway. I should never have dared you." The redhead
dug a twisted, crumpled joint out of her shirt pocket. "Wanna get high?"
"Sure." Francine shoved the lighter in.
"I hear you've been doing some modeling for a photographer out by Malibu... a
woman? I called the other day and your mom told me."
"Yeah."
Andrea pulled on one red braid. "Wow, you sure are talkative today."
Francine wished she could pour out everything to her friend. But there was that
promise of secrecy. She had two hundred-dollar bills stuck in her white Bible in her
room. She was afraid to spend them. She was obligated enough already just accepting
the clothes Michelle had bought for her. Most of the time she tried not to think about
the whole thing. Because when she did, she worried.
The lighter popped out and Francine held it to the joint and puffed blue smoke. By the
time Andrea was taking the exit ramp near Inglewood, they were both bombed. It was
another five miles to Mr. Cosgrove's place. When they pulled into the yard, Cosgrove's
son Billy was washing his Merc. He came over and leaned into the car before Francine
could even get out.
"Smells like you two been wiping yourselves out this morning," he laughed. He was a
pleasant-looking guy with a thin brown mustache and curly, shoulder-length hair. He
gave Francine's legs a good once over when she got out. Her bikini bottom was the
skimpiest one she owned. And the white polka dots only made it that much more
alluring.
"Your dad through with Lenny?" Andrea asked.
Billy turned his attention to her. Andrea had on tight jeans and a halter top. Francine
thought her friend looked adorable. Billy obviously did too. Now he didn't know which
one to turn to. Francine giggled. He looked like a monkey in a candy store.
"My dad? Oh yeah – Lenny. He's in the pen in back. I think the deed has been done."
He laughed wickedly. "Lucky dog!"
Francine followed Andrea back to where the dogs were penned up. The back yard was
empty. They hung on the fence awhile, watching Lenny drink from a bowl of water.
Then he went behind the big kennel.
"He doesn't even notice us," Andrea whispered.
Billy came up behind them. "He's got other things on his mind." He gestured for them
to follow him. There was a hedge which separated the fenced enclosure from the back
of the yard.. The three of them knelt in the grass and looked through the dense foliage.
Mr. Cosgrove's Great Dane bitch Heddy was standing stiff-legged as Lenny smelled her
rear. Franchine felt a tug at her guts.
"I'll wait in the car."
Andrea gave her a sympathetic look. She knew.
"Hey, you two," teased Billy. "Afraid of a little sex?"
"I think I..." But Francine wasn't able to finish. Lenny had jumped Heddy from behind
and the bitch wasn't trying to twist away. Her glossy rear showed that she was in heat
and the male began to make humping movements even before his cock extended from
under his belly. Then Francine saw the shiny, red thing. It was less than an inch away
from the female dog's cunt. Lenny lunged, clawing higher onto her back.
"Wow!" Andrea breathed.
"Best thing in the world," jived Billy, trying to cover his own embarrassment.
Francine was trying to turn away, trying to make herself go back to the car. But she had
to watch. She had thought that after her experience with the Greyhound at Michelle's
beach house her feelings were negative concerning dogs. It had scared her and made
her a little ashamed... maybe more ashamed than she even wanted to admit. But anyway
she had only remembered the perverted part, the unnatural part. Now, watching Lenny
having a go at the female Great Dane made her remember how it had been to have that
hot, slick knob raking her insides.
"Ohhhh... I feel kind of funny!" Her legs trembled and she curled her small fingers
through the cyclone fence to steady herself. She looked at Andrea. Her friend's face
shocked her. The redhead was licking her upper lips over and over. And she was
panting! She too was grasping the fence. Her knuckles were white she was squeezing it
so hard. Francine wished they hadn't smoked the grass. She was feeling stranger by the
second. And now that Lenny had pushed the big female into a corner he was really
going after it. His cock made a slick, sucking sound as it entered and withdrew from
the dog's cunt.
"Andrea... I think I'd better..." She didn't realize she was falling until her knees hit the
ground. And then it was too late. "Ohhhh..." She felt so odd. And her cunt was tingling
so pleasantly. Like she was about to come just standing up. But she wasn't standing up
any more. She was on the ground and everything was getting dark...
"Francine... are you okay?"
Francine looked at Andrea. They were inside somewhere. It was a strange room. There
were orange curtains on the windows. She saw a bow and arrow hanging nearby. Then
Billy's face hovered next to Andrea's.
"You kind of collapsed out there in the yard," he said, touching her forehead. "You'll be
okay."
Andrea looked relieved. "God, I was afraid you'd had a heart attack or something." She
pushed her lips close to Francine's ear so she could whisper. "You aren't pregnant, are
you?"
Dizzy as she still was, Francine had to laugh at this. "No... course not!"
"If you're feeling good enough to move, I've got Lenny in the car."
Francine sat up. She felt okay. She smiled at them. Billy was watching her like he
wished she would have to stay in his room and let Andrea go home alone. She let him
know that she appreciated his affectionate intentions and he blushed a little and stood
back to let her stand up.
"Yeah, I'm fine now. I don't know what it was. Maybe that grass."
"Don't blame it on the dope," Billy laughed. "I think it was watching those two..."
"Leave her alone!" Andrea scolded, pulling Francine by the arm through the house.
Francine scooted into the front seat and watched her friend start the car. Billy waved.
Lenny snorted around in the back seat, excited to be going home again. Francine didn't
feel much like even looking at him.
They were on the freeway again when Andrea took a breath and glanced over.
"I know how you must have felt. About watching Lenny, I mean. I felt funny too. I
guess I've got a confession to make." Francine saw her friend's fingers flutter against the
tight denim crotch of her jeans. "I let Lenny lick me the other day. I just couldn't get it
out of my head after you took my dare." Andrea's chest was heaving. She was licking
her upper lip over and over again. "It was so far out to see what it did to you. And I got
curious I guess. And one day I was fooling around after a shower and nobody was in
the house." Andrea took another breath for courage. "Then I called Lenny into my
bedroom and locked the door and lay back on the bed and... wow!"
Francine knew that she could relate her own adventures now. It wouldn't be easy but
she could do it. Andrea listened as she told of the beach house and the Greyhound and
how good Michelle's hash was and finally that unbelievable few hours in the bedroom
with her hands bound behind her back and the big dog...
Andrea had pulled off the freeway as the story began. Finally she hadn't been able to
drive at all. They were parked at the side of the street now as Francine related how it
had felt to have her cherry broken and how the dog's big cock slid so easily into her
small body. She told of the money too and Michelle's blackmail threat.
"I just thought I'd die at first," Francine said, "but now I can't seem to figure out how I
should feel. When I saw Lenny fucking Heddy in that pen I think I saw myself..." She
shuddered.
Andrea hugged an arm around her shoulder. "You've got me so hot. Just listening to all
this." Lenny pushed his big head over the back of the seat. Andrea laughed. "You think
he's been listening?"
Francine wasn't amused. "What am I going to do?"
"You don't really think she'd mail those photos to anybody?" Andrea said. "She's
bluffing, that's all."
"If only I could get them back. I know she keeps everything in the darkroom
somewhere." Francine let that sink in. "But I'd be afraid to go out there by myself."
"Don't get any ideas about me." Andrea started the car up again, pulled back into
traffic.
"They do party a lot," Francine went on, watching her friend out of the corner of her
eye. "It wouldn't be so hard. I might even be able to finagle a key from her without her
knowing."
"Leave me out," Andrea said.
"I dare you to help me," Francine said, smiling slyly.
"You would pull that." Andrea pressed her lips tight. She pulled into her driveway and
yanked the hand brake. They went into the house and down to the basement. Lenny
followed along behind.
"Folks gone?" Francine asked.
"Uh-huh," nodded Andrea. She gave a funny sigh and looked at Lenny. He was licking
his balls. Francine watched her red-headed friend's reaction. It was pretty obvious what
was running through her mind.
Francine poked her friend. "Speaking of dares, I think it might be my turn to lay one
on you." Andrea was trembling slightly, still watching Lenny wash his cock and balls.
Francine continued. "I mean, you dared me to let Lenny lick me. Since then I've gone
all the way with a dog. Sooooo..."
"Wow," Andrea breathed, "I-I know what you're going to dare me!"
"You don't have a hair on your pussy unless you..."
"Wow... oh wow!" Andrea swallowed hard and looked at Lenny again. "I've been
thinking about it ever since we were watching him get that bitch in the pen. I don't
know what's happening to my head. Maybe it's all the talk, and hearing your story and
all. But I swear, Francine, I was actually wondering how it would feel on the drive back.
I was actually considering the possibility."
"I dare you!"
Andrea sat with her hands folded in her lap, looking at Lenny's cock. It was pushed out
a little bit from the furry sheath. It was pulsing slightly. Maybe Lenny was thinking
about the nice piece he'd had back at Heddy's place. Francine smiled at her lewd
thoughts. She'd changed a lot in her thinking during the last month. She'd never
considered the sex life of a dog. But now she was part of that sex life. And in a strange
way she wanted Andrea to join her. At least she wouldn't feel like such a weirdo.
Andrea would know what she was talking about then.
"Dare you!" she repeated.
Andrea looked at her. Her face was flushed and her pretty tits rose and fell inside the
tight cowboy shirt. "You gotta hold him!" Andrea said, voice husky. She stood and
undid the front of her Levi's.
This simple action made Francine's cunt suddenly gush with hot butter. She was
shaking too, just as bad as Andrea. "Ohhh, it's going to be exciting, Andrea. I can
guarantee that."
"I'm scared." The redhead was snaking her hips, yanking the tight denims down over
her curvy ass.
"But you want to do it. I can tell!"
Andrea gave her a guilty look, blushed. "Yeah. I think I really want to."
Francine fixed a pile of pillows on the basement floor. They were just the right height
so that her red-headed buddy could bend over them and spread her knees wide for the
dog to fuck her easier. She was breathing raggedly as Francine made her come over to
Lenny and pet him.
"Get him in the mood," she said, scratching the big animal too.
"He looks like he's ready," Andrea quavered. "Oh God, Francy... look how big he is."
"Yeah, but you're not a virgin like I was."
"But Eddy Winston isn't hung like a Great Dane either."
Francine felt like she was some kind of authority. "Did you feel him when he was all
the way in?"
"Naw. I was kinda wishing I could feel something. But he was drunk and only half
hard. Typical jock, you know."
Though she'd never done anything but let a Greyhound fuck her and hadn't really
invited that, Francine wanted her friend to look up to her on matters concerning dogs.
So when Lenny's cock pulled back into his sheath for some reason, she put her hand
down and began to massage the furry thing. The big dog whimpered and licked her
knuckles.
Andrea's mouth fell open in awe. "What... does it feel like?"
"Like a big hot cock!" Francine was having trouble with her breathing now. "It makes
me horny to fool around with it. No kidding!"
"What if he bites me?"
"You'll make it!" Francine was enjoying her friend's consternation. "Wow, look at
Lenny now!" The raw shaft was growing inch by inch as Francine worked the warm
furry flesh. And at the end a swelling had begun. It was a barb that slowly took shape.
Andrea was looking at the orifice at the tip. "I guess he'll come inside me too." She
gulped. "I don't know about this, Francine."
"Oh... come on... it's like nothing you've ever felt...!"
"But you said you didn't want to go back and fool around with that woman, Michelle,
and the Greyhound and all..."
"That's just because I don't like to be told I have to do anything." Francine was getting
hotter by the moment. The dog's cock was fully extended and it throbbed in her small,
damp palm. She almost wanted to touch the raw, slick part. "I mean, I don't like to be
pushed around. All that blackmail kind of turns me off. It's a free country isn't it?"
"Your voice sounds funny," Andrea said.
"Look you've got this poor dog so horny he's about to freak!"
Andrea bent over the piled-up pillows. "You got to hold him back at first... I don't want
him to go in all at once! Ohhhh Francine, I'm really scared!"
Francine got behind Lenny and kept petting him to keep him halfway calm. She
continued to brush her hand over his furry lump, watching the heavy cock bob as the
dog put his paws experimentally on Andrea's back.
"Ohhhh nooo... it's going to hurt!"
"Shhhhh," Francine scolded, "you're scaring him."
The Great Dane was making humping motions... extending his body forward in an
effort to reach the soft plum of his mistress' cunny. Francine knew that Andrea wasn't
really watching what was happening. She had her eyes closed and was biting her
bottom lip. It was just as well. Because now that the dog was really hot, Francine saw
that his cock was bigger than the Greyhound who'd fucked her out at Michelle's beach
house.
She hadn't noticed it so much when Lenny had been embedded inside the Great Dane
bitch, but he was hung! Bigger than anyone Andrea had come into contact with, that
was for sure. But it was too late now. And Francine was almost drooling on herself in
anticipation. To see that angry red knob so slick and glossy... to see it fit up into her
best friend's cunt! Francine had a perfect position. She was on her knees on the floor,
holding the dog's waist. He humped and moaned, clawing to push himself forward into
heaven.
"Easy, Lenny... take it easy, boy!" Francine smoothed his back. She could see Andrea's
pretty behind. It was white and dotted with tiny moles. Her friend was wider in the rear
than she was, but very curvy and trim. She wasn't all gone to ass like some girls did
when they matured early. Andrea looked plush. Yes, that was it. Plush and soft and
warm. And when Francine pulled one of her knees out to the side to give Lenny more
room, she saw the dense, red curls around her cunt begin to untangle. Francine had
never seen Andrea's pussy so well. It was white, the lips as plump as baby flesh. And
between the plumpness Francine saw the red tissues that were so velvety soft and wet.
A little dampness leaked out, making dewdrops in the bright kinks of her cunt hair.
"Ohhh, what's happening?" Andrea was breathing raggedly. Her toes were pointed back
along the rug.
"Shall I let him touch you?" Francine asked, her voice quavery.
"I... I guess..."
Francine looked under the dog's belly, holding him tighter than ever. She was getting
nervous too. His cock was pounding huge! It was at least eight inches long! At the
orifice a milky droplet dangled. Francine let the dog inch forward. The hot barb
brushed through the red tangles and then squished noisily as it settled between the
tumid, dripping lips of her friend's pussy. More butter oozed out and covered the flared
glans of the dog. Lenny growled with hunger and tried to hump his cock deep. Francine
held on for dear life, keeping the thing just touching the outer softness of Andrea's
vulva.
"Ohhhh... I can feel him! He's hot! Oh God, Francine, maybe we shouldn't..."
"Don't wiggle around so much... I can't hold him much longer!"
"He's slipping in! Ohhhhh noooo!"
Francine saw that her friend's panic was for naught. The dog had actually missed his
mark. The throbbing tip slipped down under, drove hotly across Andrea's clit.
"Eeeeee!"
"Don't freak out!" Francine dug her hands into the dog's midsection and worked him
back. He was pumping his haunches instinctively. She could hear the curved tip
sucking through the dainty folds of her best friend's cunt. And Andrea's pussy had
bloomed now. The outer lips had swollen up until they'd peeled open to anything
which might want to enter. Her inner lips had filled with blood too and stood out
prettily in the swimming mess of sex butter and pulsing veins. Francine realized what a
lovely thing a girl had! When it was ready for sex, it got real slick and spongy and
velvety! She knew why Lenny wanted so badly to stab his hot shaft into that paradise.
Francine thought that if she were a man, she'd want to do the same thing.
"Is he... is he hard?"
Francine laughed. "Wow... is he ever!" She had pulled Lenny back so that his cock tip
bobbed nearer the soft clenched spot where Andrea's vagina began. The ridged, glossy
crown touched one lip, slipped down between them. Now it was going in right!
Francine let go a little and the dog humped viciously.
"Uhhhhnnn!" Andrea snapped her bottom downwards as if trying to escape the sudden
thrust of the huge cock. But the head had already slipped part way past the strong ring
of muscles. Francine gasped excitedly as she saw the beginning of her friend's tube
convulse and tighten on the smooth, slick dome of Lenny's organ.
"This is beautiful," Francine mumbled. Her heart pounded. She was getting very hot
herself and yearned to get a hand free to jam into her panties. But she couldn't let the
dog go completely. She didn't know how he might act! She didn't know if he would
lose all control and maybe go deeper than Andrea was built for.
She hadn't let her friend know how really monstrous Lenny's cock looked! It was
growing by the second. It was thick like an ax handle, veins stood out on it, slick
lubrication dripped onto her hand. Her fingers had slipped up so that she was actually
touching the brutish cock now! It was sending shivers up and down her spine to feel
blood surging through the taut, thin outer membranes. And when the slippery juice wet
her knuckles, leaked back along her wrist, Francine closed her eyes for a moment and
thought of herself ready to receive Lenny!
"I'm keeping him from hurting you," she breathed, knowing that if the dog really
wanted to he could tear his haunches out of her grasp and have Andrea squealing and
kicking on the floor... helpless!
"Uhn... ohhhh he's big!" Andrea worked her bottom gingerly, aware at last just how
thick Lenny's cock was. Francine felt the huge thing slipping through the circle of her
fingers, slipping into her friend's pretty little pussy. Her grip was loosening on the
Great Dane. And he was hot now, he could feel the paradise only a few inches in front
of his pounding prick. He yelped with excitement and began to lick Andrea's back
wildly. She laughed from the tickling sensation but the dog rammed forward three
inches and the inner velvet of her cunt stretched out to accommodate the hot head.
"Woweee! Oh Francine... I never knew it would be like... ohhhh! I can feel everything!
Everything. He's stretching me but it doesn't hurt too bad yet... I don't mind it hurting
a little 'cause it's starting me to glow all over. And when he keeps making his body jerk
like that it does something absolutely lovely to my clit! Ohhhh Jesus Christ! Ohhhh
wow... he... he... uhhnnnn!"
"You okay, Andrea?" Francine had tried to grab the big dog when her friend hollered,
but he was beyond her control now. His haunches bumped powerfully as he worked
himself inch by pounding inch into the redhead's tight young quim.
"Okay... I'm okay... I... Uhn... ohh... mmmmmm... f-f-fuck he's the biggest thing I've
ever had inside... ohhhhhmmmmm..."
Francine drooled on herself as she watched the thick cock slipping by the ravished
petals of her girl friend's vulva. It was easy to imagine herself receiving something so
hot and big and slick. She worked both hands quickly under the elastic of her bikini
bottoms and squished excitedly into the lovely heat. Her cunt lips folded back over her
small knuckles. She gasped as her thumb accidentally brushed her clit up from its
slumber.
"Ohhhh how does it feel, Andrea?"
"Hurts... a... little... ohhhmmmmm..."
Francine watched her friend. Her knees were well apart on the rug, her body draped
prettily over the piled-up cushions. In this position, Francine could see how small
Andrea's waist was, how nicely her curvy ass swelled out. And when the dog lunged
forward, the soft, mole-speckled flesh of her bottom quivered. His paws were on the
backs of Andrea's shoulders, pushing down hard. And suddenly the animal picked up
her red braid in his mouth and pulled back so that her chin came up. Then he grabbed
onto her neck and teased the vulnerable flesh with his fangs. Andrea's toes fanned out
and Francine saw her digging her nails into her palms.
"Oooooo... ahhhhh... oh Lenny... Lenneeeeeee!"
There was only an inch of red cock left! And Francine watched with excited amazement
as the thick organ forced its way ever deeper. Then there was only the sucking, aching
lips of Andrea's pussy and the furry sheath. Her friend had taken eight inches of Great
Dane cock into her body! Francine felt faint. She clawed her hot little pussy with as
many fingers as would fit.
The dog's balls swung heavily against one of the cushions where Andrea lay draped.
They looked full of cream. Francine knew that before it was all over, before the dog
would allow his cock to come free of the sweet, white body he had penetrated, he would
purge every last drop.
Francine looked at Andrea's breasts, all flattened and plump against the cushions. One
nipple stuck out to the side and it was different than it had been before they started. It
had more color and was shoving out of the soft areola that surrounded it. Francine
found one of her own small swells and thumbed the nipple up like Andrea's was.
"Mmmmm...!" she moaned.
"Is... he... all... ohhhh... ohhhhh help!"
"What's wrong, Andrea?"
"I just wanted to know if he was... ohhhh... God I'm being split apart... is he all the way
inside me?"
"Every inch." Francine sucked her bottom lip under her teeth and bit down as she
worked her tiny nubbin around wildly. She had a finger on a nipple, a finger on her clit
and when she got the rhythm right it was nice... very nice!
"I know none of the guys have this much... not two of them together." Andrea plunged
her ass a little more wildly now. She was enjoying it, getting braver by the minute. The
hot butter ran in rivulets down her thighs and the dog's movements were slower but
deep. He would hold himself far, far inside her tube and wiggle so fast that it made the
air burst from Andrea's lungs in hot little gasps.
"He knows how to do it!" she cried, mouth swollen with lust.
"He... sure does," Francine whispered back. She gouged at her own seeping hole,
wishing she had something as nice to put inside it.
"Ohhhh Francy... he's getting rough!"
The great Dane had begun to push forward, digging his back claws into the rug until
shreds of cotton ripped loose. The pile of pillows tipped until Andrea sprawled in a
tangle of arms, legs and dog all over the place. And still the big Great Dane lunged and
thrust. When Andrea had slipped off the pile of pillows, Francine had noticed that
Lenny's cock was firmly embedded inside her cunt. Not an inch of it had slipped out!
And now as she scrambled up onto her hands and knees the dog dug in and dragged
her backward! Francine gave a little cry of surprise at what she saw. Andrea was actually
being pulled backward along the rug... pulled by her pussy. Lenny's barb had swollen so
huge inside the girl's body that there was no way it could be taken out.
"Help... ohhhh... woooo!" Andrea flopped and quivered as the animal got his footing
again and then drove forward. There was a hot squish and Andrea's pussy convulsed as
the embedded tip crashed against her womb. Her ass flopped spasmodically as she tried
to crawl away.
"Don't... don't, Andrea... let him fuck you! He'll pull your guts out, honey!"
"Ohhhh Francine...stop him! He's going to ruin my pussy! He's a monster... he... he...
Oooowwwwweeee!"
Francine caught her friend around the middle, hard. She knew that it would seem like
she was on the dog's side, but she had to keep Andrea from hurting herself by yanking
her pussy away from the huge thing that had captured her so completely.
"Calm down! Damn it, you can't get loose! He's going to fuck you and that's all there is
to it! Ohhhh Andrea, honey... don't try to squirm around so much!"
But Andrea was panicked. She squealed like a stuck pig and twisted half around, the
swollen dog cock turning inside her pussy. Lenny gave a yelp of pain and sank his teeth
into Andrea's shoulder. Francine fell back in fear. The dog brought a little blood as he
forced the girl's shoulder down hard, twisting her the rest of the way around. Andrea's
leg flailed the air and looped over Lenny's head and body. Now he could have her
frontways! Francine choked on her own excitement and fear as Andrea actually got to
her knees. The dog stood up precariously, big paws hung over the redhead's shoulders,
hugging her like a man would do... fucking powerfully all the while.
"Ohhhh... help, help, help... he's raping me!"
The two figures danced like that... tottering... almost going down .... then holding to
one another again. Andrea was out of her mind. Her ass was dancing again and
Francine could see that now that the pain had changed to pleasure again, she had lost
herself in the frenzied fever of the fuck. It didn't seem to matter that the dog couldn't
get his cock from her tight hole. She was caught in the goodness of the unrelenting
friction against her blossoming pubes.
The two of them began to fall finally and when they did, Andrea was on top. Lenny
squealed with fright, but his cock stayed deep, deep inside the teenager's cunt. She was
atop him now, kicking and babbling and working her freckled ass like crazy.
"Ohhhh Francine... I'm gonna come... gonna come... oooooo!"
The dog lurched under her body. He was trapped by her arms and legs and flailing ass
just as she was skewered by his barbed cock. The two figures, girl and dog, rolled and
flopped and wiggled. Francine saw a dribble of cream appear around the edge of one of
Andrea's stretched petals. The dog was coming hot and hard in the sweet velvet
paradise of her friend's cunt! Francine rubbed herself harder than ever... knowing she
could bring it off too... even if she wasn't getting fucked by something as huge as
Lenny's cock.
"Goddd-d-damn... son of a... b-b-bitch! Ohhh I can't believe it!"
Francine felt her glow spreading. Now her labia and her asshole and her thighs were
itching and tingling. She watched Andrea's white bottom plunge and squirm, grinding
the dog down hard into the rug. It would have been easy for him to get away if he were
fighting, Francine guessed. But in this position with his jizz spurting powerfully inside
the body of a human female, he was helpless and weak. Lenny's eyes were closed and
his tongue lolled completely out of his mouth. His front paws were bent cutely, almost
as if he were hugging Andrea's back as she rode him like a banshee! She was crazy with
the intensity of her own orgasm. She nipped at his ears and nuzzled her face deep into
the lush fur of his neck.
"Ohhhh... yesssss... it's the end... it's the best thing I... I... ohhhhhh ghaaaaa!"
"Andrea... honey... are you okay?"
Francine couldn't keep her hands off her friend. She didn't think of it as perverse just to
touch her soft, white bottom as it danced and rolled... but she couldn't quite. She pulled
her hand back, content to watch the feverish, rutting convulsions of Andrea and the
dog on the basement floor.
"Uhh... uhhh... uhhhhhh!" Andrea was coming! There wasn't any doubt in Francine's
mind. The redhead clawed her nails into the dog's back and ground her cunt down on
him like a maniac. When the animal's prick slipped out of Andrea's vagina, a dribbling
mess of jism, blood and cunt juice slipped down the redhead's inner thigh.
"Good... good..." she moaned, flopping onto her side as the Great Dane limped away.
Francine laughed. "I'll bet he never had a fuck like you before!" She had forgotten her
own come because of the excitement of watching Andrea get hers. But now she wished
she could have her climax a better way than just rubbing herself. She went over to
Lenny and tried to urge his mouth up against her pussy. But he was bushed. He
drooped and slunk away behind the sofa.
Francine thought of the Greyhound that Michelle had used twice on her... then she was
immediately ashamed for letting herself consider fooling with that scene again. She
wanted to get free of Michelle, not involve herself more deeply. She was just horny, that
was all. She really needed a nice boy to make love to her with a rubber so it would be
safe and all. That was one of the nice things about dogs. They couldn't knock you up.
Andrea was snoring softly, curled on the rug stark naked while dog cum leaked from
her well-fucked cunt. Francine shook her head and thought about sneaking into the
beach house while Michelle was away. She wasn't afraid if she could talk Andrea into
going along with her. It would be a wild adventure and she could get the photos
Michelle had taken and the negatives too.
She sat there with her legs straddled out, thinking of this and thinking of her hot, slick
little pussy. Maybe if she pretended to be asleep, Lenny would get rested enough to
nose around between her legs. At least it was worth a try...


Chapter 7

"Mastiffs!" Marty glared at her like she was out of her mind. Michelle poured herself
another glass of wine before meeting his eyes.
"Don't worry, darling... the check I wrote was from my account."
"I don't care about the money... but... Mastiffs. Two of them!"
"They were the biggest dogs I could find." She shrugged and walked the length of the
room. It was sunny and warm on the patio outside. She could see the tendrils of the
morning fog disappearing as the day advanced.
"You don't expect that little girl... what's her name? Francine! You don't expect her to
play your game any longer. Not with Mastiffs!"
"How do you know what our game is?" she asked.
"I don't. But I can guess." He pushed a hand through his hair. "You're chicken shit to
do anything with the dogs yourself. So you buy this poor little teenybopper to do it for
you."
"Come on, Marty... dogs turn you on too. Remember what you made that Greyhound
do to me the other day."
"Okay. Sure. Pussydogs are one thing. But when you start arranging sexual intercourse
between humans and... Mastiffs!" He swore and poured himself a stiff drink. Michelle
enjoyed seeing him so riled. "You're treading on thin ice, baby. Anything could happen.
If one of those brutes gets the notion he could eat you up and have your little friend for
dessert."
"The man at the place I bought them from assured me they were well disciplined."
"Not when they smell pussy!" Martin yelled. "No male animal on the face of this earth
can keep it together when it smells pussy!"
"A lot you know about pussy..."
"Look, this is ridiculous. You can't bring Francine over here and expect..."
Michelle got up and began to brush her black hair down over her shoulders. It was
something she always did when she was tired of listening to Martin. And he read it
right.
"Look, I've got to be gone today until late. I'm going up to that little bay we saw that
time a couple of years ago. Why don't you go along and we can talk about this..."
"Marty, you bore me." She put down the brush and got herself another glass of wine.
"These dogs are far from ordinary. They are trained to do..."
"I thought when we started talking about watching a dog do it to a young chick... well I
thought it was kind of a joke. Now you seem to be getting carried away. Even after I let
that Greyhound loose on you. I thought that might straighten your head up, shock you
into seeing how much of a fantasy the whole thing is."
"You have a fantasy, maybe." She looked at him with a teasing smile. "I have two
Mastiffs and a teenage girl to entertain me."
"I can't talk you out of it."
"No. These dogs have been used in skin flicks before. I'm rather curious..."
"When. When do you plan this idiocy?"
"Francine is coming over tomorrow evening."
"She doesn't know about the dogs, does she?"
Michelle shrugged. "She'll know when she gets here." Martin shook his finger at her.
"I should call the cops, but I'm just going to make plans to be around instead. I don't
intend to have anything happen that could end up in the courts."
"What a scaredy cat!" Michelle laughed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going for a walk
on the beach with my Mastiffs."
"Noooo, Charn! Bad dog!" Michelle yanked the chrome chain, saw the links tighten on
the huge animal's neck. Charn didn't act like it bothered him much, but he did stop
trying to run away.
"Good boy!" Marvel, the other Mastiff, pranced proudly next to her leg. Both dogs were
stupendous animals with deep chests and large heads. Their limbs were thick and
powerful-looking and their cocks... Michelle hadn't really seen them yet. They stayed
out of sight and protected in the furry sheath beneath their thick bodies. Charn and
Marvel ate like small horses. But she was excited about having such magnificent
animals to perform for her. That's exactly what she expected them to do... perform. She
had planned it all out. Francine would excite the animals one at a time. She was sure
that the girl would be able to take their cocks. If she had managed the Greyhound,
these animals would probably be no larger.
Michelle sighed and jerked Charn back again. She would probably come just watching...
she would probably come with her hands behind her back. To see Francine's lithe body
jerking as the Mastiffs had her one at a time...! Charn was pulling her again, making
her run as he put pressure on the binding chain leash.
"Charn! Stop! Heel!" Charn was the pushy one all right. He needed a little more
discipline to control. But having the Greyhound had taught her a lot about how dogs
behaved. She thought she could handle these brutes easily enough.
They were close to the water's edge now and Michelle felt the sand squishing between
her toes, felt the wavelets wetting her ankle. She watched the dogs splash merrily at an
incoming wave. As far as she could see the beach stretch was deserted. Of course it was
all private property, but sometimes hippies sneaked down the cliffs and went swimming
naked in the surf. Martin usually let them unless they started a big bonfire and wanted
to raise a lot of hell.
"Charn, damn you!" The powerful Mastiff barked and lunged against the chain.
Michelle jerked back with all her might but the animal seemed not to mind that the
chain was choking him. She tried to wrap it around her wrist but suddenly Charn was
yanking her off her feet. The loop slipped through her fingers and the huge dog was
free, galloping down the beach.
Seeing his companion loping away seemed to give Marvel the same idea. He lurched so
powerfully against the leash that it spun Michelle around and she flopped into the wet
sand. Marvel caught up with Charn and the two animals lit out for a jutting point of
land where the cliffs came into the water. The tide was coming in. White waves crashed
around the sharp extremities of the land's end. But the dogs splashed merrily into the
oncoming breakers and began to swim around the sheer cliffs.
Michelle ran after them screaming but they didn't begin to heed her calls. It was almost
as if they'd sniffed something on the wind that interested them much more than taking
a sedate walk with their mistress.
By the time she came upon the place where they'd splashed into the surf, Michelle
knew there was no way for her to follow. The cliffs were being swamped by the sea.
Even if she had been a good swimmer, the powerful currents might have dashed her
body against the jutting, jagged bottom of the cliff's edge. She would have to take the
winding path up to the top and then find a way down to the beach on the other side.
"Damn those dogs! Goddamn them!"
It was hot on the path. The wind was cut off by the curved spear of land that twisted
seaward and Michelle was sweating profusely by the time she was halfway up. She
stopped to rest. There was still no way she could see past the place where the dogs had
dived into the water. They had obviously made it to the beach on the other side. She
only hoped that she would get there before they disappeared again. And then she heard
the scream. It was the scream of some female in obvious distress. But it couldn't have
anything to do with her dogs, could it?
Michelle began to climb again, hurrying on the narrow, rocky path. She was tired. Her
legs ached and her throat was dry, but she had to find out what was going on just
beyond the jutting cliff.
"It couldn't be Charn and Marvel," she kept repeating.
A rock cut through her tennis shoe and she saw blood, felt it sticking to her sole as she
climbed. But she couldn't stop now. The cliff top was within sight. She gasped for air
and kept plodding. The breeze was getting to her again now and she could feel the
sweat drying on her back and shoulders.
Now she was on level ground, following the edge of the cliff. She could see a patch of
beach below but much of it was still hidden by the huge rocks that poked out into the
sea. Then she heard the scream again.
"Oh God... what's happening?"
A girl ran down the beach from under the overhanging cliffs. She was naked. She had
long hair and beads around her neck. Then Marvel lurched into view, not twenty yards
behind her.
"Oh God no!" Michelle searched frantically for the path that would take her down to
the beach. "No! Marvel... no!" The wind blew her words inland. She wound around
some rocks and started descending the cliff face. Another scream. She looked to see
Marvel cornering the girl against another cliff. She swung a leg at him and took off
again, but he pounced and brought her down.
Michelle's heart was pounding. She was horribly afraid for the girl and yet when she
saw that the dog had not yet hurt her, that he was merely holding her by one arm, a
certain perverse thrill ran through her body.
"The man said they were gentle... he guaranteed they were well disciplined... that they
wouldn't hurt anybody!"
The words comforted her as she searched her way along the dangerous path. She was
still too far off for them to hear her. And there were more than one; she could see two
other girls directly below her now. One was on the ground, the big dog Charn atop her
as the other girl circled helplessly with her hands over her mouth. The girl on her feet
wore feathers in her hair. That was all. The girl on the ground was having her panties
torn off by Charn. Another scream. Michelle couldn't seem to make her feet keep
going. She was hypnotized by the spectacle below, her blood thrilling in her veins.
"Ohh God... look at them..."
Charn's red cock was extended. Michelle could see it even from that distance. It slapped
between the girl's thighs as the dog tried to lower his haunches down to have her. Any
other animal would have found it impossible, but somehow the Mastiff could flatten his
legs, widen his stance. His cock jabbed at the brown thatch between the hippy girl's
thighs. Her head went back and Michelle saw her mouth open. Then, seconds later the
scream came brokenly on the wind.
But she was up again, Charn bounding after her. Michelle looked to the other end of
the beach. The girl with the beads was on her knees, Charn's mouth around her neck
now. He had pulled her up to that position when she'd tried to flatten her belly against
the sand. Michelle held her breath as the big dog positioned himself behind the lithe
figure. Then she saw the glint of his red cock. It was huge! She only saw the glossy
reflection of the sun off of it and then it was being rammed into the girl's pussy. The
girl contorted and tried to creep forward with her knees in the sand. But Marvel shook
her gently by the neck again. She stopped struggling, let her head fall between her
outstretched arms.
"God... ohhhhh God!" Michelle could see the tall body of the girl jerk forward as the
Mastiff lunged with his powerful haunches. She hurried on down the path, scrambling
over rocks as quickly as she could. Her bleeding foot had stopped hurting. She couldn't
think of anything now but helping the girls.
She was almost down off the cliffs. She ran forward on the path. The girl who had not
been attacked saw her coming and ran forward, crying hysterically.
"He got Bobbie! Oh what'll we do?"
Michelle ran toward the girl whose name was Bobbie. She was being dragged to the
sand once again. This time Charn's teeth were closed around her thigh. But Michelle
couldn't see any blood. Then she remembered what the man had told her about some
special routine the animals had been trained for. The sequence had been filmed until,
with a number of films saturated with that motif, the dogs had come to the end of their
usefulness. Especially since they ate like horses.
"Charn! Back!" Michelle ran harder. She was a hundred yards from the girl whom
Charn had now turned over, his jaws firmly clamped on one thin arm now. Michelle
was awed by the animal's dexterity. He knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how
to get it. The girl tried to flatten herself like the one Marvel had penetrated. But Charn
growled and shook her and the girl understood and raised herself onto her knees,
putting her ass into perfect position for Charn to take aim.
Fifty yards away. Michelle thought her legs would collapse. She saw the awful lurch of
the dog's body, heard the girl's scream. Then she saw the loins of the dog very close
against the girl's buttocks. She was fucked... there wasn't any doubt about it. Michelle
could even discern that slack, shocked look on her face, her wide eyes as the dog's
barbed cock slipped deep into her pussy.
"Charn... get back!" Michelle staggered up and dug the leash out of the sand. She
jerked so hard that it slipped from her grasp and she fell backward. Charn's haunches
worked like a well-made machine. He held the girl by her upper arm as he ground his
cock past her raped, bruised pussy and skewered her womb on his tip.
"Noooo... ohhhh God help me!" The girl's arms went and she fell against the sand with
her face and shoulders. Charn rode her triumphantly, paws against her back as he
rammed.
This time Michelle wound the leash around her wrist twice before she jerked. Charn
was pulled off balance and then he toppled slowly backward. It was like wrestling a
pony! And as he toppled, Michelle saw his thick, raw shaft pull slowly from between
the girl's thighs. She saw the folds of the girl's pussy suck around the barbed head as it
came free with a wet slurp. The girl tried to get to her feet, slipped and sprawled
sobbing into the sand. Charn turned growling at Michelle but she looked him down.
"Bad dog! Sit!" Charn sat, licking his throbbing cock. From down the beach came
another scream from the girl whom Marvel had cornered and mounted. The friend
came running up, tears streaking her cheeks.
"Are they your dogs?"
"I'm sorry... I'll make it up to all of you." Michelle handed the leash to the girl. "Can
you hold him while I try and rescue your friend?"
"I... I'm afraid."
Michelle shook the girl's arm. "If I don't get down there... take this!" The girl took the
leash and wrapped it around her wrist like Michelle showed her. "If he starts anything,
just jerk it hard and tell him to sit. His name is Charn!"
"He's so big!"
"Show him who's boss..." Michelle started running down the beach again. The blood in
her shoe squished every time she came down on it. When she was within hearing range
of the dog and the girl, she heard a low husky sound repeated regularly. It was coming
from the girl's throat. Michelle pounded up, her black hair flying. The girl's eyes were
closed. She obviously hadn't heard the footsteps.
"Uhn... uhnnnn... ohhhh nooooo! Ohhhh God...!"
Michelle froze. She knew that the other girl up the beach was watching her. And yet
this was exactly what she'd had in mind for Francine. No blood, no serious hurting.
Just a dog raping a human female. It had become an obsession since that time Michelle
had tied the pretty teenager's hands and feet and let the Greyhound get his fill. This
was even better! It had happened so accidentally so naturally! And the final perfection
was the fact that this girl was enjoying it! Not that she'd admit it later or anything... but
the sounds she was making and the way she moved...
Michelle licked her lips, reached for the leash. She wrapped it slowly around her wrist
but couldn't bring herself to yank the big dog off. He was spreading his legs in the sand
for power. The girl under him had spread her knees a little too. She had a wide, pretty
ass and her pussy was bloomed out like some exotic jungle flower. The raw red
slickness of Marvel's cock matched the angry inflamed velvet of the girl's vulva. A
subtle, sucking noise came in a steady rhythm to Michelle's ears.
She pulled the leash until it was tight, but not pulling the dog yet. He seemed not to be
aware of her presence. His tongue lapped hungrily over the hippie girl's shoulders. His
paws hung down on either side, reaching the sand to make his attack a well-secured
one. There was no way the girl could escape... if she wanted to. Her eyes were closed.
Her breath came in panting, husky gasps. The dog plunged and ground his loins
against her body. Each jab looked as if it might tear her apart and yet she was taking
him... all of him.
"Mmmmm... ohhhhhh... uhhhhhnnnnn...!"
Michelle felt a tickle between her thighs. She tried to pull on the leash but she felt so
weak! What must it feel like to have a dog inside you? Not that she was so curious that
she wanted to try it. Watching was certainly exciting enough. And yet that prickle of
fear in her guts was hard not to admit. She was afraid. But so were these girls, so was
Francine. Any normal person would be afraid to have a huge dog mounting and raping
them!
"Help... ohhhh noooo... I can't... I can't... I... c-c-can't..." The girl was moving her
bottom in slow, jerky circles. Michelle circled behind, pretending to jerk against the
leash. She could see from the corner of her eyes that the girl down the beach was still
holding Charn. Her friend was on her back yet, but conscious. As she circled, the leash
got under her feet and then she found it up between her thighs. She held it firmly
behind her ass and backed up enough so that every movement of the Mastiff's body
jerked at the chain, pulled it up against the crotchpiece of her bikini. Back and forth it
sawed against the thin material, pushing deeper between her hot labia. In only a few
seconds she knew that she was going to come! The chain jerked and rubbed as the
Mastiff twitched and started to spurt cum deep into the girl's body!
"Back, Marvel!" Michelle ordered, but it was weak, her words dashed away by the wind.
The girl was already gasping in the throes of climax. Michelle had waited until she was
sure of that. And the steady rub of the chain against her mound had made jolting shots
of pleasure begin in the core of her belly. She moaned and fell to her knees in the sand.
A shout came to her ears, broken by the wind. When she turned, the girl up the beach
had dropped the leash and was running toward them. The little fool! Her fleeing
movements had excited the unsatisfied Charn! He was up and galloping gayly after her,
leash flopping behind.
Michelle leaned forward on the sand, pretending again to pull at the leash. The girl
under Marvel gave a choked cry and Michelle saw her thighs cord out with tense
muscle. Then something flecked Michelle's face. She was lying on the sand next to
them... hot cum spattering her skin. She rolled her thighs together and jerked the chain
tight.
"Uhhh... ohhhh yesss!"
"N-noooooo," the girl under Marvel stammered, her pussy convulsing tightly around
the long, red shaft that Marvel now held deep, his powerful body shuddering as he
filled her with his boiling sap.
Weakly Michelle looked up toward the oncoming girl. Charn was almost to her now...
he leaped. His huge paws hit the girl in the middle of the back and she tossed violently
forward, digging up the sand with her hands. She had a freaked-out look on her face as
she pushed up onto her knees. It was excactly what Charn was waiting for.
Michelle felt herself rush into that paradise of itching, tickling goodness. And as her
pussy twisted upon its own tempest, she saw the quick, strong movement of Charn's
haunches as he rode atop the girl who'd been running towards them only seconds
before. Her cry was cut off and her eyes flashed open in fear. Another sure thrust and
Charn had her speared, the girl's right shoulder firmly grasped in his dripping jaws.
The girl crawled forward frantically, then felt his teeth tightening and froze as sobs
racked her body. She was a big-breasted girl and her tits shook each time the dog
gained another inch.
Michelle came wonderfully. She worked the chain against her seeping vulva and pulled
at Marvel's collar in a final effort to free the trapped girl beneath. She looked
unconscious but there was a little movement of her hips that told Michelle she would
be okay. Fifty yards up the beach, Charn was at last purging the hot seed in his balls.
Michelle could hear the babbling panic of the girl beneath his powerful chest. And then
there was only the sound of the gulls and the waves and the wind through the cliffs
above.
Four hours later, Michelle was pouring herself a stiff brandy. The dogs, Marvel and
Charn, were locked securely in the garage. The three hippie girls had just left. It had
taken quite a time to calm the one with beads. She had been the last to fall under one
of the Mastiffs. The girl who Michelle had watched, the one who'd had a climax with
Marvel's cock deep inside her young body... that girl had been the quietest. Once or
twice Michelle had caught her shy eyes. She'd seemed a little embarrassed and very,
very spaced. Then the other girls told Michelle she was tripping on acid.
The troublesome girl, the one who'd been driven to the ground by Charn as she'd run
down the beach towards Michelle, wanted to call the authorities into the case. But the
other two didn't like cops or any type of legal hassles. Michelle got all of them a little
drunk, let them take showers, gave them each a gram of good hash and got out her
checkbook. She was apologetic and properly ashamed at the antics of her pets. She
invited the girls back to enjoy the private beach down from the house, assuring them of
course that the animals would not be free to roam at such a time. The girls had finally
been satisfied. When they left, the lanky blonde who was still wiped out on acid gave
Michelle a shy smile and shrugged.
"Far out... really far out!" she said, and left with the others.
And so now Michelle was alone. She had been out to the garage twice to pet her lovely
animals. And each time she'd felt funny little thrills. She had wanted so badly to ask the
three girls how it had been, how it had felt. But that would have to wait. Francine was
coming tomorrow evening. What a surprise the lovely nymph was going to find
waiting! What a surprise!


Chapter 8

"I don't know about this, Francy... I thought you were really just kidding before."
Francine twisted the end of the joint, licked it one last time and held the car lighter
against one end. Andrea drove along the cliffside road slowly. It was a narrow road with
a lot of twists and turns and the lights of the oncoming cars had a way of blinding
them.
"I figured with your folks thinking we're at my house and vise versa..." Francine smiled
cleverly. "Don't be so serious. It's just a second-story job."
Andrea pouted. "We could get in bad trouble."
"Shit no. Michelle wouldn't do anything to us even if she did catch us. Sure she's got
those photos, but she still isn't all that positive I wouldn't spill the beans if it came
down to the nitty gritty."
"Maybe..."
"Anyway," Francine went on, "they're both away tonight. I've been calling all
afternoon."
"You sure?" Andrea dimmed her lights and squinted as a car roared past going too fast.
The lights of occasional houses that were set well back on the cliffs flashed by on their
right. Then the cliffs fell away to the west and they headed inland for a while.
"There's the road!" Francine said, toking again and pushing the joint across to Andrea.
"But we don't want to park close to the house. We can go up that forest road and walk
down to the beach house. It's only about half a mile."
Andrea took the joint, toked gingerly. "I don't want to get too high."
They sat in the car a few minutes with the lights off. Then Francine got out and peered
toward the ocean. The moon would be going down pretty soon. She wanted to get
down to the house while there was still a little light.
"Hurry up, damn it!"
Andrea joined her and they began to walk. When the front of the beach house was in
sight, Francine felt a surge of excitement.
"There's a car in front," Andrea whispered, "a little green one."
"Damn!" Francine sould see that it was Michelle's Morgan. Maybe she just wasn't
answering the phone. "We can still do it. I know the way into the basement. There's a
window that doesn't quite close in back. I heard Michelle griping about it one time."
They circled the house and came up across the sand. There was a light on in one of the
upstairs rooms and Francine could hear music going. She smiled, nodded to her friend.
"She won't hear a thing!"
Francine flattened herself against the back wall and scooted toward the window she
knew would be open. Andrea scraped along behind. It was really far out! Francine's
heart pounded. She felt tingly and wild and daring. It was the next best thing to
coming! Almost, anyway.
"Here it is," she whispered. "You go in first." She held Andrea's wrists as the lithe
redhead worked her hips through the yawning window and found something to stand
on in the darkness below.
"I feel a table I think," she hissed.
Francine watched her disappear and then rolled onto her belly and draped her legs in
too. The two of them stood on the floor panting excitedly. Francine dug the penlght
from her Levi's pocket and flashed it around.
"The darkroom is down this hall." She moved carefully, feeling Andrea's hand on her
shirt. Inside the darkroom the penlight revealed a filing cabinet and stacks of finished
prints on top. Francine closed the door behind them and turned on the light.
"Hey!" Andrea looked around wildly like the police would be breaking in at any
moment.
"It's okay. That's why they call it a darkroom." Francine pulled the stack of prints down
from the top of the filing cabinet and riffled through them. "Nobody can see any light
from outside. Relax, willya?"
Andrea nosed around a little, her freckled nose wrinkled with curiosity. "She sure has a
lot of equipment!"
"Come on and help me hunt, damnit!" She put down the first stack, hunted for more.
Francine wasn't surprised that the things she was looking for weren't just lying around.
Finally, in the bottom of the filing cabinet she found the prints in a big yellow envelope
with a string around it. The negatives were in there too.
"Got 'em!"
Andrea crowded close to look. "Wow, you seem like you're enjoying yourself in that
one."
"Sure. Couldn't help it I guess." Francine frowned. "But I just don't like to be told I
have to do anything. Michelle seemed like she was getting kind of weird to me.
Especially all that business about tying me up." She flipped to another photo. "Scary.
Really scary."
"I get a little hot, looking at that one with the Greyhound's teeth against your cunt!"
Andrea wiggled her belly up against the edge of the table.
"We can show 'em to Lenny and see if it turn him on!" They giggled together, then
Andrea shook her head.
"That dare was enough for me." She pulled at her red hair. "Anyway, I have a date with
Bobby Lewis this Friday."
Francine put the prints back and shoved the big envelope into the front of her jeans.
"Come on, Let's get the hell out of here."
They had made it as far as the window... Francine had just helped push Andrea up and
out when she heard the crash. The sudden barking of dogs exploded from the garage.
"What happened?"
"I knocked over a planter," Andrea whined. "Oh hurry up, Francy! Hurry!"
Francine scrambled up frantically, not caring if she made any noise now. She dragged
herself out of the basement window and jumped to her feet. The barking was like all
the dogs in L.A. had been let loose on them. But Francine guessed that the animals
were locked in or they would've been at their heels by now.
"Around this way!" she cried, pushing Andrea to get her started. They were running
around the side of the house when the grounds lights flashed on. Francine stopped, her
heart in her throat. Standing before them was Michelle in a pair of panties... that was
all. Except for the small, black automatic she held. The muzzle was pointed straight for
Francine's heart. Her shirt had been pulled out and hung over the envelope of prints.
Michelle didn't see it. Her black hair fluttered in the breeze.
"Inside... both of you!"
They marched ahead of her, Andrea squeezing Francine's arm and sobbing quietly.
Francine was resolved not to give Michelle the satisfaction of tears. Sure, she was
scared. But she wasn't going to break down. They all went into an upstairs bedroom
and Michelle made Francine tie Andrea hand and foot and cover her up with a blanket.
It seemed to Francine that Michelle was acting very strange. Her black hair was wild
and her eyes glowed with a funny light. Maybe she was on some kind of drug or
something. She waved the little pistol around and leered at the two of them.
"Now Francine... since you were thoughtful enough to pay me a visit, I have a surprise
for you too." She waved the little gun. Francine was scared to death it might go off.
"Downstairs... hurry up!"
They descended the stairs, passed by the darkroom. There was a spare bedroom at the
end of the hall that Francine had not known about. Michelle made her sit on the bed.
Francine folded her arms across the front of her shirt. Underneath the big envelope
with the pictures crinkled loudly but Michelle didn't seem to notice. She had something
else on her mind.
"I could tie you up too," she said, "but there's no way out of the house without going
through..." She gestured at the gun. "...this!"
Francine swallowed hard. "Michelle... I..."
"Shut up! Don't you think I know what you sneaked out here for? You hadn't figured
on the dogs, had you? They warned me before you ever got near the darkroom you
little fool!"
Francine looked sorrowful, letting Michelle believe what she would. She thought of
saying something to calm the raven-haired woman down but Michelle's eyes rolled
wildly. She didn't look sane at all. Francine decided to remain quiet.
"You wait here in this room! I will bring you your two surprises..."
When she heard Michelle go up the stairs, Francine got up and walked frantically back
and forth. Of course Michelle was right about escaping. Before she could get up the
stairs Michelle would be on her way back from the garage. That was where the barking
had been coming from, that's where the dog or dogs were being kept. A chill made her
feel faint. What could the surprise be? Something grotesque perhaps, something more
awful and bestial than had been tried before.
Francine saw a wastebasket by the door. She quickly ripped the photographs to shreds
and started them burning in the metal cylinder. Then she pulled it over by a basement
window and opened it enough to let some of the smoke out. That took care of the
blackmail anyway. Her mind swirled with possible ploys. If only she could think...
think! She got up on a chair and unscrewed the light bulb in the ceiling. Now there was
only the lamp. She yanked the plug and plunged the room into darkness except for the
smoky glow of the curling photos in the wastebasket. A door opened upstairs. She
heard Michelle descending, heard the pad of paws too!
She jumped behind the door and waited, breath shuddering in her throat. Michelle
came in, saw the darkness. There was the rattle of chain leashes and the scuffling of the
dogs as they smelled the smoke and began to set up a terrific racket.
"Francine! Francine!" her captor bellowed, plunging suddenly into the room and
yanking the dogs behind her. Michelle could see the glint of the gun from the light that
filtered down from the stairwell. The dogs that were against Michelle's legs were huge!
A sharp and sudden anger pushed Francine to action. She darted from behind the door
where she'd been hiding and ran at Michelle's back. Her two hands caught the darkhaired 
woman directly in the middle of the back, jolting the air from her lungs and
sending her sprawling violently forward.
Francine heard the crash of furniture as Michelle toppled and took a floor lamp with
her. She heard the dogs barking as she darted out through the open door and slammed
it behind her. Then she was up the stairs two at a time, closing that door too. A key!
She turned it, heard the tumblers click. The basement was locked! But she didn't know
whether Michelle could open it from the other side. She couldn't take any chances! She
drove a chair under the knob, kicking it with her feet until the legs dug into the
linoleum and held. She was breathing so hard that it sounded almost like she was
crying.
The scream from below was muffled and weak. Francine was surprised that her pursuer
hadn't already started up the stairs behind her. Another scream, weaker than the first.
Francine heard the sounds of dogs bumping against furniture, though the noises came
to her from far away. She didn't have time to wonder. She darted through the house
and climbed the stairs to the bedroom where Andrea was tied up.
A tall blonde man was on his way down. It was Martin, Michelle's husband! Francine
froze, her hand on the banister. The man stopped, smiled.
"What the hell's going on around here anyway?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. He wore
only a pair of Levi's and his hair looked like he'd been asleep.
"Uhhh... nothing much I guess. I... I... came out to see Michelle. But she's gone..."
Francine was thinking fast. The house was quiet now; no sounds came from the
basement. And even if there was a commotion down there it would be hard to hear it.
"So you just let yourself in?" Marty scratched his chest and sat down on one of the
steps. He was looking at her in a way that made her heart pound.
"The door was open," she lied.
"My old lady probably took her dogs and went for a walk in the moonlight. She digs
that." He shrugged, made a face. "She digs a lot of things lately that I personally find a
drag." He reached out suddenly and took Francine's hand. She wanted to pull it away
but he was squeezing it, rubbing a thumb into her palm. Tickly thrills made her cunt
go damp against her silk panties.
"You're cute," Marty said, "the cutest thing I've seen in a long time."
Francine could only think of poor Andrea on the floor with the blanket over her. How
could she get her friend loose without Marty knowing? She felt over her head, weak
from thinking so hard about untangling herself from this crazy house.
Marty got up and pulled her after him. He still hadn't let go of her hand. She didn't
know where they were going. To his bedroom! Francine balked at the door, but he
smuggled an arm around her middle and pulled her body up against him. His lips wet
her neck and she moaned, though she was trying hard not to make any noise at all. She
had things to do... she had to free her friend! But his lips worked magic.
She shouldn't have smoked that grass before coming out to the beach house... grass
always did make sex so much fun! By the time Marty had worked his way up to her
mouth, Francine was panting lightly. She opened her lips to him, let him suck her
tongue. She could feel the hardness growing between his legs. God, he was a good
looking guy and so sexy! How could Michelle be bothering with all that dog stuff when
she had somebody like this around? It was hard to resist him... and his hands!
"Ohhhh... don't touch me there, please!"
"It's warm. I can feel you through your jeans..."
"Yess... but... mmmm... "His kiss smothered her protestations. And she felt the top
button of her denims come open. Then Marty's fingers were playing with the elastic of
her bikini panties, pushing a thumb down, down...
"Nooooo...!" She twisted her back around so that her bottom was pressed against his
groin. It only made things worse. He could get both hands to working on her jeans
now. She tried to grab his wrists but he was strong... soooo strong!
"How old are you?" he whispered, somehow saying the words and kissing her earlobe
all at the same time.
Francine shuddered with passion. "I'm almost s-s-sixteen..."
"And never been kissed?"
"Ohhhh... I've been kissed before..." Her pause seemed to imply that her experience
was still pretty limited. Even though it was, Francine couldn't leave him with the wrong
impression. She wasn't a dummy about sex, she just...
"Christ you smell good!" he laughed. His fingers were flattening against her belly. His
touch was warm, petting. He was fingering the sparse edge of her cunt hair. Her poor
little pussy seemed to sense the presence of a male hand. It throbbed and leaked juice
onto her pantycrotch.
"Noooo..." She wiggled, only binding herself within his embrace all the tighter.
"I know what my crazy wife has been doing with you and those dogs," Marty said
suddenly. "I don't want to embarrass you or anything. I just know, that's all."
Francine was embarrassed. She felt her ears glowing red. Then Marty was licking one,
sucking the delicate whorls of flesh into his mouth. She gave a cry of lust as he nibbled
it and searched the curves with the tip of his tongue.
"You're too good for any dog," He said, turning her chin with his fingers. Her mouth
came around naturally and he covered it with his own. She was so caught up in the
smooth brush of his lips, the teasing penetration of his tongue, that when his fingers
curved under her aching mound, it was too late to try and make him stop.
"Ohhhhh... don't... don't... it makes me feel so funny!" Francine had never been
touched by any man in her life like Martin was touching her now. Sure, she'd played
games with boys in the back seats of cars at the drive-in movie. She'd let them feel her
pussy. She'd kissed them till her lips were red and swollen. But this was something
different... something special! When Marty moved his hands something in the very core
of her being moved with him! She had never imagined that being touched could thrill
her so. He did it so gently... so softly.
Even now he was gingerly gliding a fingertip up and down the closed line of her outer
labia. Most guys would just shove a finger in and wiggle it around. But Martin was just
teasing the swollen, steamy plumpness that hid her secrets. Her pussy pulsed with
surging blood! She squirmed her hips, only because she couldn't keep still with wanting
him to press a little deeper into her slit!
"Ohhhh... Marty... we shouldn't... you're married and all..." She knew it sounded dumb
even before the words were out.
"Just between me and you," he said, "I'm going to dump that bitch." He let his hand
cup her cunt. "She's tired of me anyway."
"How could anybody be tired of you?" Francine bit her tongue. Why couldn't she keep
her dumb little mouth shut. She was already a goner in Martin's arms... why did she
have to tell him so... he gasped as his finger at last pressed upwards and the velvet
lining of her labia folded around his knuckle. She knew that he wanted to make love to
her! And she'd never made love to a man in her life. He could never find that out! She
could never let him know that she had only been penetrated by a dog!
"Let's slip these down," he whispered, pulling her Levi's over her hips, taking her
panties with them.
She grabbed at them, but her fingers were weak from the surges of sex fever that
Marty's touches had begun. The edge of her pants slipped from her fingertips and she
leaned panting against Martin's chest as he peeled them to the floor. Then he was
carrying her. She had on only her cowboy shirt. He laid her gently on the bed and
stretched out beside her. She could hardly look at him, her excitement was so keen. He
smoothed the long hair back from her face and began to kiss her methodically around
the chin, the cheeks, the dimples at the corners of her mouth. By the time she felt his
tongue slipping between her teeth she was so eager that she grabbed the back of his
head with both hands and pulled them together frantically.
Martin kissed her deeply, moving a hand down under the edge of her cowboy shirt and
up again. She arched her back up from the bed when his fingers brushed one pink
nipple. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that there were things Martin
should know... that his wife was locked in the basement with two dogs... that Andrea
was tied up in an upstairs bedroom... But her small body was quivering with
anticipation.
She'd never been made love to like Marty was doing it. It was like falling into heaven
by accident and she couldn't bear to break it off. She was on her way to somewhere...
somewhere nice! It was impossible to think of anything else for very long...
"You're so tiny..." Marty cupped the swell of her maturing breast. She knew that her
tits were small, but they were firm and high on her slender body. Did men like things
like that? She wiggled and gasped as he popped the snaps open on her shirt and laid it
back. "Beautiful... really beautiful..."
"They're not as big as Michelle's..."
"I'm tired of Michelle. Forget about Michelle." He put his open mouth softly down on
one of her breasts. His tongue tip just flicked a pink nipple. Flicked and flicked and
flicked...!
"Ahhhh... wow!" Francine saw stars when she closed her eyes. No dog in the world
could lick like Martin was licking her now! She couldn't keep still! Her feet burned on
the bottom and she kept lifting her knees a little and then letting them flop down again.
Martin took one of her hands and put it on the lump that pushed out his jeans.
"Open my fly," he said.
"Noooo... I... I..."
"I'm going to fuck you, Francine. I'm going to fuck you so slow that..."
"Ohhh don't say it... don't even talk... I'm going crazy... we can't...!"
He undid the top button of his Levi's and forced her hand inside. It was warm and
damp and his cock hair tickled her palm. He made her reach deeper until she felt the
pounding, thick shaft. It was bent down in a tight curve. Martin undid more buttons
and then lay back.
"Does it hurt... all bent like that?" She hadn't thought she was brave enough to ask
until the words had slipped out.
"No, but it would feel better if you straightened it..."
She pulled the hot, throbbing cock out of his shorts. It stiffened more as she circled her
fingers around it. It was bigger than the cock of the Greyhound or Lenny's. And it was
getting bigger. Now she was scared. The tip was partly covered by skin. She'd never
seen a male close up before. Marty showed her how to move her hand and as she
brought her trembling fingers back, the loose skin moved with them. Now she could
see the dark, glossy tip. She could see the orifice and the lobes just underneath.
"I'm afraid!"
"I won't hurt you..."
"It's sooo big... ohhhh God... and hot too...!"
"You're hotter than I am," he laughed, pushing his face down over her chest.
He kissed a wet line to her navel, dug his tongue deep. Francine made cooing noises
through her nose and held to the cock until it was slipped from her grasp. Marty was
doing wonderful things to her senses. And when his mouth began to work on the
insides of her thighs, she just had to open them a little. With a wet snick, her labia
parted slightly. She felt a trickle of dampness ooze out. Then Martin's tongue oozed in.
"Wwwwwwwoooo... uhn... uhnnnnn!" Francine tried to keep still. It would seem like
she was some kind of sex maniac if she couldn't keep still... but she couldn't! The
rough-soft surface of Marty's tongue petted the velvet insides of her throbbing young
quim. And as he teased ever closer to her clit, Francine couldn't stand it any longer. She
dug her heels down into the mattress, arched her vulva up to him and ground the pink
nub of pleasure against his teeth.
"Ohhhhh God in heaven... God, God, God!" Martin did things to her that were
probably against the law. She knew that anything that good was forbidden by the kind
of people who won't admit that life might be so good! Her juices brought her body
another step, made her shiver and gasp and claw at the nape of Martin's neck with her
short nails. He stopped licking her and looked up. She could see that his chin was
glossy from her flooding butter.
"I could go to jail for this, you know." He smiled, looked down at the damp whorls of
her cunt hair. "It's called carnal knowledge."
Francine tried to say something, couldn't make her mouth work. But Martin was sitting
up, crossing his legs. Ohhhh, she wanted sooo for him to keep kissing her between the
thighs.
"Come here..." He grabbed her neck and arm and guided her over his cock. It was all
happening so fast that she didn't have time to be scared. Then the purple glans peeked
at her, framed by the clasping collar of white flesh, Martin's foreskin.
"Noooo... I can't... I can't do that!"
"Sure you can... it's not poison."
"Oh, I didn't mean that. It's beautiful!" Francine touched a finger to the underside of
the bobbing cock. "I really mean that, it's lovely. But... but..."
Martin framed her face with his hands, then slowly pulled her forward. She was sitting
on the bed in front of him and as her back curved, as her long hair feel forward, Marty
smoothed a hand down over her spine. She quivered as if she'd been hit with an electric
shock. Everything he did devastated her. And now this huge, pulsing thing an inch
away from her lips. She licked them and tried to quiet her breathing some. The tiny
orifice at the tip of his glans leaked a droplet of white fluid. She touched the foreskin
with both hands, letting her fingers circle it and then tighten.
"What does that feel like?" she asked, trying to take his mind off what he wanted her to
do.
"It feels like a lovely little girl is squeezing my cock. And she's about to put her
mouth..."
"Nooooo!"
"Yeah, baby... you have to learn some time." He put a finger under her chin. "We are
going to be friends, aren't we? Really good friends?" Martin's blue eyes made her feel
swoony and weak.
"I'd dig that," she said, trying to be as cool as she could under the circumstances. She
looked again at his swollen cock. "But I don't know anything about... about..."
He was pulling her down again, his hands against the back of her head. She could smell
the light musk of his cock juice. Closer, closer... then her lips brushed the very tip.
Marty trembled. His fingers curled in her long hair. She closed her eyes. Now her lips
touched the hot, slick tip. She pursed them into a kiss and let her tongue push against
the fevered flesh that Martin had promised he would shove into the hot secret cave of
her body.
Martin pulled her head down and as her wet lips eased out around the smoothness of
his cock tip, they pushed his foreskin steadily back until the flared crown was inside her
mouth. It was huge! She let her tongue play along its velvety surface until Marty began
making strange noises deep in his throat.
"I'm hurting you," she said, pulling her mouth away with a wet pop.
Marty grabbed frantically for her head, pulling her back down. "Christ no... it doesn't
hurt!" He laughed then and tried to get his breath. "You're some kind of devil nymph,
aren't you?"
"But I really thought I was hurting you..."
Her lips curved easily around the tip this time. She was still scared, still a little dizzy
from the flood of sensations she was experiencing for the first time in her life, but the
cock in her mouth wasn't such an awful thing now. It was hot like fever and it
throbbed each time she pointed her tongue and rubbed it against the two lobes close to
the tip.
She found that certain things made poor Marty growl and pant like crazy. One of them
was when she let her teeth just cut a little into the spongy glans. Another was when she
made her pink tongue into a deep trough and stroked it back and forth along the
underside of his shaft. She could feel little veins and the bigger tube that ran along the
bottom all the way to the tip.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned, working more quickly now. She bobbed her head. It was
awkward at first, but she got the hang of it after a few tries. Up and down, letting her
mouth and lips follow the contours of the big prick. She tried going as far down as she
could. The tip searched the roof of her mouth, then went deeper. She was taking the
head to the beginning of her throat, pulling her head back up only when she was about
to gag.
But Marty jerked her suddenly away and pushed her back on the bed. He stripped the
open cowboy shirt from her arms impatiently. All Francine could do was stare at the
big thing that bobbed just an inch above her belly. It dripped with her spit and the
foreskin was back completely from the glans now, forming a thick collar. She could see
Martin's balls, heavy and huge in their sac. A man was put together so strangely! She
wondered if his eggs would feel like a dog's nuts. It was too tempting to resist. Francine
snaked a hand down her belly and cupped the things. One slipped over the other inside
the thin scrotal bag and Marty, who was getting the shirt off over her other arm, gasped
as she worked the slippery things around.
"What if I got pregnant?" Francine whispered, giving him her sexiest pout.
"You can take me in your mouth just before I come." He looked at her in all
seriousness.
She trembled, let his balls go and jerked her hand back. "God... God noooo!"
Even as she made this weak protest, he was pressing his thumbs into the softness of her
inner thighs, forcing them wider. He pushed his cock down along her seeping divide. It
brushed her clit and he brought it up again, giving a glossy shine to the tip of his glans.
Her clit jumped and grew with trapped blood. He rubbed it again and again and again
until she began to cry and wiggle her slim hips. Her ass cheeks rubbed the sheets
beneath her and she clenched and unclenched the big muscles of her buttocks. Tension
built along her thighs. Her toes fanned. She licked her lips and scratched at the sheets.
How could Marty send her off into madness so easily? It was beyond anything in her
limited experience. She wondered if she loved him. It didn't seem to matter. She wanted
him! That was enough for now.
"Ohhhhh... don't do it any more... I'm dying... I'm dying..." He let his tip slip further
down her cleft. When she felt the smooth crown stretch her vagina's mouth, she bucked
and tried to sit up.
"Noooo... you won't take it out in time. You'll fill me with cum and..."
Martin covered her mouth with his. She felt his tongue slide over hers and gouge at the
roof of her mouth.
"Mmmmmm... ohhhh...!"
As he kissed her furiously, he pushed her back again. She felt her small pussy stretch
out around the flared barb of his cock. She wiggled feverishly, trying to dislodge the
thing that threatened to change her whole life. What would she do if she swelled up
with a baby? She knew nothing about babies and didn't want to know. She just wanted
to be in love and learn all about... fucking! Yes, though she was afraid, she wanted to
fuck anyway! And then Marty fucked her! He fucked her so hard that every muscle in
her willowy body went rigid. Francine felt what was left of her hymen... felt it tearing 
as Marty's swollen prick forced through. A trickle of blood was warm against the plump 
little swells of her ass just below her pussy. He thrust again and again, gasping hot
words of love against her neck. She felt his big, strong hands at the small of her back
and then he slipped them down until he cupped her adolescent bottom firmly, driving
into her all the way now... six inches, seven inches, and more!
"Eeeeee... ooooooo...!" Francine squealed now and began to move. Her legs went
straight up in the air and she pointed her toes. She was frantic with fear and yet every
time Marty brought his loins forward, filling her... it was heaven! She was itching and
tickling and her raped little pussy was in flames!
"Baby... you're tight! You're fine...!" He bit her shoulder like the dogs had done.
She bit him back and began to discover that she could move her hips without it hurting
too much. When she rocked them at an angle the thick cock deep inside her pussy
shoved her guts out of the way to make room. She panted with the exhilarating
pleasure that surged through her blood. She clawed at her lover's back, wishing her
nails were long like Michelle's so she could draw blood. She wanted to hurt him a little,
like he had hurt her. But it wasn't revenge... it was just that a hurt felt good
sometimes... and she wanted to make Marty feel as good as she did.
"You little nymph," he moaned, pushing a finger into her rectum, "you lovely little
angel...!"
Now she was pierced front and rear. She wiggled like a lizard in a fire. She growled and
clenched her hot little asshole down around his finger as his cock gouged out a wet,
warm place deep inside her pussy.
"Noooo... I'm gonna get knocked up...!" But her fear was without much substance.
With each passing moment she cared less and less about the hot, thick cream that
waited inside Marty's balls. There was nothing between that potent sap and her womb
except a little valve deep in her lover's body. And when the slick friction of his glans
against her velvet insides had reached a certain point, that valve would open and the
jizz would be pumped foaming up the tub along the bottom of his cock shaft until it
frothed into her pussy... until it jetted against the hard little knot of her womb's
opening. There was something very fatalistic and sexy and dangerous about the whole
thing! She could fear it and want it both at the same time!
"Ohhh honey... honey!" she groaned, working her pussy furiously against the thick base
of his cock. Her clit pressed flat against the invading meat and she rode him like a
cowgirl rode a saddlehorn. She'd never dreamed the first time she saw Michelle's
handsome husband that he'd ever look twice at her. But he had looked real good that
first time, she remembered. He'd squeezed her hand and made her feel shaky and kinda
hot.
And now he had his cock forcing its way the last few inches... the pounding glans
stretching her deepest insides! So what if she did get knocked up? It seemed like
something too abstract to worry about. More than the worry of pregnancy was her
feverish hunger to mate with this strong, good-looking specimen. It was the carnal urge,
and overriding her fear Francine knew that the savage thrill of feeling Marty's hot
cream bolting into her womb would be worth the risk!
She wrapped her willowy legs around his back and squeezed until he gave a grunt of
pleasure. Holding her body rigid, ankles locked, she could keep him from fucking her
very deeply. She'd never realized that a woman had any power at all while under a man.
And this first revelation thrilled her. It took two to fuck! She didn't have to just lie on
her back passively and let the man shove his cock in and out of her seeping tube. She
could wrestle and bite and even hold herself stiff like she was doing now!
"Hey... baby... let me have some more of you!" Marty gasped, thrusting wildly at her
cunt. She giggled and held her thighs rigid, clamping him in a tight scissors. When he
moved, her body moved too. His cock tip was only just inside the convulsing ring of
muscles at her vagina's mouth... and he couldn't go deeper and couldn't pull out.
"Ohhhhh... you want me bad, don't you?" she whispered, just realizing the fact herself.
"Baby... Jeeeeeesus...!"
"How bad... tell me how bad!"
"Real bad...!" He tried to jab her hand but her taut, young bottom bobbed back. "Let
me have another inch, Francine... Goddamn it... just an inch!"
She smoothed his face and kissed him. She felt in control, wildly happy that she was
learning about men and women and how they behaved together. She liked this strong,
blond man who was almost old enough to be her father... well, not quite that old.
Anyway, he was over thirty. Her adolescent body thrilled to the knowledge that she was
actually pleasing someone so many years her senior... that he was begging for her to
please him more. She could feel his tip swelling and subsiding with each beat of his
heart. Concentrating hard, she made her muscles pull down on the purple tip. Then she
twisted her hips quickly one way and then the other, milking the thick, hard thing.
"Uhnnnn!" Marty moaned, sinking his mouth into her neck.
She tickled the nape of his neck and loosened her thighs around his middle. Gasping
like a man who'd just gotten a drink after a week on the desert, Martin tucked his ass
under and Francine felt the hot, hard staff penetrate her. She felt its sleek, smooth
shape parting the folds again, the folds that were even beyond the reach of her small
fingers. She threw her head back and babbled happily, grinding her belly against his,
smearing her soppy cunt against the base of his prick. The hot lips sucked around his
loins and dripped steamy honey down over his balls. Francine wished she could take
those bulging eggs inside her too! But she knew by the way she was being stretched
that she could hold no more! Marty was big, bigger than any of the dogs she'd fooled
with.
She was getting hotter every second! She pushed down hard with her feet and brought
her hips up from the bed. Marty raised himself to let her. Then with her body an inch
off the mattress, she danced her strong bottom like bees were flying up her asshole.
Martin liked it. He liked it so much that he started drooling on her neck as he tried to
kiss her.
"You know how to move that thing!" he breathed, finding her ear and covering it with
soft, wet kisses.
It was hard work, fucking! This was another revelation to Francine. Before, she'd just
tried to get away from the Greyhound, or had to hold still so he could get it in her
when Michelle forced the issue. But with Marty's pretty body joined to hers, she was as
much of the fucking as he was! And she loved it. She bit his shoulders and cooed and
fluttered her long lashes, noticing how it drove him completely crazy! He rubbed her
slim back and framed each breast gingerly with his fingers before he kissed. He licked
her pink nipples like they were some kind of jewels. There was a look of complete
adoration on his face. She wrinkled her short nose at him and smiled.
"You make me feel like a woman."
"You are a woman, little girl!"
They laughed together at this seeming incongruity. Then Francine put her fingers
lightly against her lover's ass. "Stop! Just hold it deep inside me and let me feel you!"
She was panting hard as Martin did what she wanted. Quiet now, she could feel their
hearts pounding, could feel the surging blood making Marty's cock pulse! "What does it
feel like to be a man?" she asked, a little embarrassed at her own frankness. "I mean,
what does it feel like when you're... you know, inside me?"
Marty kissed the corners of her large, brown eyes. Then he brushed a fingertip over her
nose as if he were counting freckles.
"It's like I'm surrounded by the softest, slickest, velvet flesh imaginable. That's just
exactly what a woman's pussy is. It's the only perfect place in the universe for a man to
slide his cock into! He dreams of it all his life. Even when he has enough, he wants
more." Marty moved his cock slightly. Francine felt it swell. "It drives some men crazy,
gets others into trouble."
"Remember, I'm only fifteen!" Francine laughed wildly and pulled Marty's hair.
They wrestled playfully, rolling over suddenly and putting her on top. It was another
happy surprise! To be on top, to be pushing down on his muscled body, to feel that
shaft jutting up out of him and dividing her pussy! She gasped with the sudden rush of
new excitement. She closed her eyes and moved her ass in slow circles. Her smile of
amusement faded to a hungry pout. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
She moved her bottom faster, grinding down so hard that her muscles trembled. She
pulled her knees up sharply so that she was almost sitting on the hot, hard staff of
Marty's cock. She held her body erect, bouncing up and down, feeling the thing stab
her deeper than she'd ever been fucked before. The mouth of her womb stretched hard
against the swollen, ridged glans. Then she fell forward and began to lick her man's
chest. She licked his nipples and his neck and chin, hearing him moan... her trim,
strong bottom squirming and jerking and wiggling against the beautiful cock that
tickled and gouged her dainty insides!
"Ohhhhhh... Marty! It hurts a little... ohhhh, I can't keep still... I didn't know it would
feel so good being on top... eeeee!" She thrust her legs out straight again, pinching her
thighs around one of his as she pumped her quivering bottom like a rabbit. Her clit
rubbed against his body, her peeled lips smeared hot butter over his skin. She dug her
fingers into his shoulders and put her mouth over his and held on for dear life!
Francine felt like she was on a roller coaster going straight down! She couldn't quite
catch that itch that teased in her hot little cleft, couldn't quite capture the delicate bird
fluttering against her dainty, slick cunt!
Marty was feeling her heat too! His hands smoothed and dug into the flesh of her back.
She could almost sense him adoring her, enjoying the thin, strong body atop him.
"Am I good?" she whimpered, finding his earlobe and pinching it between her teeth.
"You're heaven," Marty growled, biting her back, "the first heaven I've ever known!"
"Ohhhhh, love me, Marty... love me!" Their mouths slipped together and she sucked
his tongue ravenously between her teeth. A flash of jolting pleasure went through her
body. She stiffened, quivering with stormy pleasure. It was happening! Marty grasped
her ass frantically. He began to fuck upwards from the bed, fuck powerfully. Her
nipples were hard little nubbins that raked across Marty's chest.
She came screaming. Then as the fires raged through her convulsing pussy, Francine
put her mouth around one of Marty's small, hard nipples and sucked at it hungrily. At
that instant he came too. She felt him tremble and jerk as the white cream fountained
so deeply inside her. She rolled her loins against him, making it good. Her clit was a
dazzling sliver of pure pleasure. She cried and babbled and ran her teeth around his
puckered male tit until he grabbed her shoulders and rolled her under him.
With his weight crushing her down into the bed again, Francine felt him jabbing hard
again, planting his cum into the deepest, softest fold of her pussy! She clawed his back
and brought her legs as far back as she could to let him have every last inch of her
softness. She came for the second time like that, her toes pointed and splayed, her small
arms holding onto Marty's back so hard that they cramped form the tension.
"Marty?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"I have to get up, honey. My girl friend Andrea is tied up in the other bedroom see,
and..."
Marty rolled off of her and sat up. "What did you say?"
Francine told him the whole story. How Andrea and her had sneaked out to filch the
photos, how they'd been discovered. She told about Michelle with her little black gun
and the dogs and the basement.
"Maybe I shouldn't have blocked that door." She wondered aloud. Her eyes were on the
sagging juice-smeared cock that hung at Marty's groin. She wanted to touch it, to thank
it with a kiss for the paradise on earth it had brought them.
"Maybe you'd better go take care of your girl friend," Marty said, "and I'll check on
what's happening in the basement." He swung his legs off the bed and stood.
A sudden fear filled Francine... a fear that it as all over. A quick jump in the hay and
that was it. She'd never see or hear from him again. She fell on her knees before him
and took his wilted cock in her small hands. Then she began to kiss the tip and the
underside and the shaft, smothering it with hot licks and babbling all the while.
"Ohhhh Marty, you'll want to see me again, won't you?"
He raised her by the shoulders and held her small, slender body against him. She could
feel him getting hard, could feel the long, hot shaft pressing up between their bellies.
"You gotta be crazy to think I don't want to see you any more," he whispered. "I told
you I was going to bail out on this scene with Michelle. It's gotten pretty ugly, fighting
to keep it going." He kissed her nose. "You better go take care of your friend. We can
talk about the rest of this on the plane to Mexico next month."
As she hurried to the bedroom where Andrea lay bound, Francine's mind cartwheeled
with joy. She didn't know how she'd talk her parents into her living with a man –
maybe she'd have to run away from home. But somehow she'd manage it. She wanted
to be with Marty all the time. She wanted to fuck him morning noon and night. She
wanted to fuck her brains out! Ohhhh it was going to be good. Sooooo good! When she
yanked the blanked back from Andrea's body, her friend stared up in fright.
"What's happened? What have you been doing?"
Francine clawed a knot loose to free Andrea's ankles. "I've been fucking Michelle's old
man," she giggled. "Now don't get hot... just listen and I'll tell you everything..."
And Francine related the events of the evening as Marty's creamy cum dribbled down
one thigh. When Andrea wasn't looking, she scooped a finger into her pussy and licked
the sticky curds off, smacking and tasting carefully.
"Not bad..."
"What?" Andrea rubbed her wrists where the ropes had cut.
"Oh nothing," Francine cooed, sucking the finger between her lips to get all the cum
off. "Nothing at all."


Chapter 9

When Francine had shoved her violently from behind, Michelle had been shocked into
the vilest anger she'd ever experienced in her life. The dogs were going wild around her,
excited by the battle between two females. She knew they could smell the heat of
Francy's youthful pussy and her own cunt was running over in anticipation of what she
had planned for the evening. But this! This unexpected show of force by the little
teenage vandal!
She was enraged, clawing at her small pistol, trying to find the trigger. She pointed it at
the door a moment after Francine had slammed it. But there was only a dull click. She
ejected the shell but the next one caught in the magazine and she couldn't make the
gun close. She threw it violently against the wall and started to the door.
That was when Charn closed his jaws down on her ankle and yanked her to the floor.
The big dogs were over her in a second, licking and biting and pawing her. She knew
that they were programmed for this kind of behavior now. After that scene on the
beach with the hippies, she could never really trust them again. And this time it was her
own body they sought.
"Nooooo... not a dog...!" She hadn't planned it this way! She didn't want to play their
game, she wanted to watch them play it on someone else, someone equally helpless as
she found herself there on the floor with a Mastiff's paws against her shoulders. Marvel
was worrying her ankle again. She tried not to let herself panic. She inched backward,
the dogs staying with her, mouthing her thighs and belly. When she felt the corner of
the room against her back, she stood up to make a run for the closed door.
"Uhnnnnn!" she grunted as Charn sank his teeth into her mound. Michelle froze, her
black hair cascading over tan shoulders. Her breasts heaved. The dog's mouth had
completely covered her cunt and he ground a little harder to see what reaction she
might show. She didn't dare move. He could ruin her with one slash of those teeth!
"Noooo, Charn... back! Marvel... bad dog, bad... ohhhhh!"
Together the giant dogs attacked her loins. One ripped her skimpy satin panties down
the front to expose her leaking pussy. The musky odor seemed to enrage them to
wildness. They growled and bumped against her. Charn caught her wrist in his teeth
and dragged her easily across the room until her foot hit a chair leg and she went
sprawling onto the rug. She climbed to her hands and knees. This wasn't a joke any
more. She was trying to get up when Marvel mounted her from behind and shoved his
red, dripping cock under her body. The barbed tip parted her labia and slid along the
hot crevice, missing her hole.
"Ohhhhh God... ohhhh noooo...!" She shuddered at the thought of actually having a
dog cock inside her pussy! It was funny how exciting it was to watch someone else get
banged, but... but to have a dog climbing all over her was almost too repulsive for
words.
And yet even as she thought these thoughts, Michelle knew that she was a little crazy...
a little freaked out. There was a part of her that had always enjoyed rape. And watching
the hippies on the beach had excited her because she had at times imagined herself
under the raging Mastiffs! But it was a struggle between her conscious mind and her
dark secrets. Secrets she kept even from herself.
"Get away... you bad dog... noooo!" The dog was trying again but she kept the angle of
her pelvis up so that the second thrust only shoved the bobbing hot prick up under her
belly. She looked down between her spread arms to see the thing slap her tummy,
smearing juice across her skin.
"Help... somebody help me! Francine! Francine... don't leave me... uhhnnnnn!"
This time Marvel's lunge found something. He had pushed against her asshole, and
though she'd clamped her ass tight and kept him out, the tender spot throbbed from
the Mastiff's attack. She crawled forward frantically on her knees until Charn hit her
from the side and knocked her flat. He was over her face, pumping his cock near her
mouth.
Michelle almost fainted. Her head swam with the nightmare of the scene. It wasn't a
nightmare. It was real! These dogs had been trained to want human female pussy! It
was all they had been given since old enough to satisfy the mating urge. They knew
nothing about their own kind. They knew only that a human female could accept the
throbbing, hot cock that grew under their bellies! And Michelle's pantycrotch had been
shredded with that very goal in mind.
"Charn... Marvel... get away, get away!" But Charn continued to thrust his exposed
cock into her face. She realized then that he had done something like that in the past.
Some girl had sucked this dog off! Michelle shuddered and tried to crawl away again.
Her ankle hurt. It was bleeding a little. Strong jaws closed suddenly on her neck and
shook her hard. She went limp and let Marvel do with her what he wished. He wished
to fuck her, simple as that. Michelle giggled. She felt as if she were losing her mind, as
if she could actually feel her sanity trickling away.
"Ooooo... ohhhh God noooo!"
Marvel shook her again, then held her tightly by the back of the neck as Charn
mounted. He thrust three times before she felt her vaginal opening stretched suddenly
apart. Michelle pressed her long nails against her palms until blood dampened the
white shag carpet. Charn was pawing her back wildly, sensing that he was close to
victory. She tried to make her hips twist to the wrong angle but when her jabbed, it
hurt. She relaxed and began to sob loudly. Marvel reminded her with his teeth that he
could break her neck any time he wanted. Charn barked. It was the strangled yelp of a
lusting dog, not a normal bark at all.
"It can't be happening!" she gasped, tears staining her cheeks.
But Charn jolted her violently then and she felt the slick, red barb enter her steamy
tube. The lips of her vulva spasmed like a broken flower. She felt sick at her stomach,
felt like she was going to die. Charn jolted her again, causing the flesh of her broad,
curvy ass to quiver. His barb raped four more inches into her pussy! She could actually
feel it happening... she was experiencing each second of her debasement!
She felt the tender passageway opening before the rigid cock! Like a smoothly domed
arrow it gouged its way through her secret tissues. The dog's cock was touching places
only a man had touched before. She tried to let herself fall forward, tried to fall flat on
the rug. But Marvel bit her neck and yanked her up onto her knees again.
Her belly quickened with the heavy hot cock plying deeper every second. She felt thrills
that she was ashamed to call pleasure... they rippled up the flesh of her inner thighs and
tortured her clitoris. Her clit throbbed with hot blood. It jutted from her hanging pussy
like a trigger on a pistol. It wanted to be touched... but not by a dog. She moaned as
Charn's cock plumbed deeper. Her ass rolled with the fucking motion of the animal
atop her back. She was being drawn into the fornication; she could feel her muscles
responding despite herself. It was awful! But soooo good! It was itching and gouging
and tearing her apart... this dog was going to drive her mad!
"Noooo! Hellllp!" But the dog fucked and rammed and screwed her. Yes, he was
screwing her slowly now, like a man might do! He was rolling his hips around to rub
her blossom open! How could he know that it felt like this? How could he know that
she couldn't keep her body still any longer.
"Ohhh, this is terrible... I've got to get away...!" But she felt so weak... so helpless! Then
a shard of her mind, an angry splinter stuck her consciousness. She lashed out with her
fists, kicked herself free from the animals and ran clawing and stumbling toward the
closed door. It sprang open and she already had half the stairway behind her as she
heard the Mastiffs in pursuit.
She reached the door at the top of the stairs and twisted the doorknob. Panic burst in
her mind.
"Noooo... ohhhh nooooo!"
She put her shoulders against the door and shoved. It was jammed from the other side,
locked, shut against her escape! Francine! Francine had trapped her in her own game.
Michelle opened her mouth to scream. That was when jaws closed on her wrist, on her
ankle. She was dragged kicking and screaming down the stairs. She felt the bruises and
the scrapes, but she didn't feel anything much at all until the two huge animals nosed
and nipped and corralled her again in the bedroom. She lay with her body contorted in
fear. It was Charn who yanked her to her knees again. Marvel mounted her this time
and with one, well-aimed thrust fucked her to the womb with his dripping cock.
Instead of pain, Michelle was washed with incomprehensible pleasure. The sensation of
being filled again... of having cock inside her after jerking away from it only seconds
before... this was good. She whimpered and then wondered whether one of the dogs
had made the noise. She whimpered again and liked the feel of it vibrating in her
slender throat. Marvel's stiff cock seemed bigger than Charn's. She wasn't sure. She
growled and pawed the rug with her bloody palms. Marvel licked her shoulder blades
affectionately. It was almost as if she had spoken to him. Yes, she was speaking! She
whined and whimpered and let her emotions rush headlong as the animal crashed his
furry loins against her pretty ass. The brush of hair, the hot, strong body, the paws... !
Charn wasn't holding her neck with his teeth any more. He rolled onto his back in
front of her. His tail wagged and he humped his haunches wildly to make his red cock
slither from its sheath. Michelle watched in amazement as the thing grew thick before
her eyes. She watched the blue veins bringing blood to the tip, watched the barb take
shape from subtle curves to a sharp, knobby crown. Marvel fucked her forcefully from
behind. His cock had entered her as far as it was possible for it to go. She felt his
pulsing heat against her womb, then looked down at the Mastiff on his back rolling
playfully in front of her. Charn whimpered, Michelle did too.
"Pretty cock!" she sang, making up the tune as she went. She felt hot slime coursing
down her thighs and reached a hand out to touch the dark, hot balls under her face.
Charn opened his hind legs and writhed around like crazy. She circled fingers around
his sheath and began to jack him, humming softly. Marvel had slipped out of her
vagina and she felt the dribbling strings of his cum leaking out of her body now.
Marvel began to lick her swollen vulva. Yesss... she would come now if he kept doing
that. She lowered herself onto elbows, keeping her ass high in the air for the Mastiff to
feast on. Charn's cock was so close, so red and slick and hot! She growled again and the
Mastiff wagged his tail and pumped his cock through the grasping circle of her fingers.
"Pretty cock... sweet doggie cock!" she sang, then opened her mouth and let her head
fall down, down.
Charn quivered all over when she let her tongue trace the bulging tube that ran along
the underside of his cock. Then she licked her lips and slipped them over the knobbed
tip. She sucked ravenously, feeling the other Mastiff devouring her drenched, cummy
pussy. Her clit throbbed and began to itch. She wiggled her rear end and squirmed
backward against the wet friction of the Mastiff's pink tongue. Her own tongue danced
along the huge crown of Charn's cock.
"Mmmmmm... mmmmmm..." Her mind frolicked through images of her as a wild dog
woman of the woods. Dogs played court to her, brought her the choicest tidbits of the
hunt. She troughed her tongue and sucked it back and forth along the long, hot dog
cock. Her fingers rolled the animal's spongy eggs as her own body convulsed and flew
into the ecstatic throes of climax. Michelle was coming gloriously when the first fleck of
hot jizz warmed her tongue. Nursing and humming, she drained the dog's balls as
Marvel dragged his long tongue across her clitoris to plunge her into a final, feverish
paroxysm of pleasure.
Francine stood leaning against the fender of the Mercedes. It was Marty's car and she
felt better just touching something he owned. She was too inexperienced to trust him
yet. It all sounded so lovely, so perfect. What he'd promised. But she was not quite
sixteen. Had he meant it? She looked at the orange dawn. Waves crashed and curled
against the shoreline, their foamy tops pink with the delicate hues of morning. Wind
blew hair into her eyes and Francine pushed it back.
Andrea had wanted her to go back to the city with her. Andrea thought Michelle and
Marty were both crazy as loons. Maybe they were. But Francine had opted to stay. She
would never know how the handsome blond man really felt about her until she could
see his face in the cold, clear light of dawn. But what was taking him so long?
"Francine?"
She turned, saw him coming out of the house. She ran and threw herself into his arms.
He held her strongly, kissed her blowing hair.
"I was afraid!" she cried. "I couldn't let myself think it, but I remembered that Michelle
had a gun." Francine looked up at him. He seemed strange, faraway. "What's wrong,
Marty?"
"Oh nothing... nothing." He pushed fingers through his hair.
"Did you find Michelle? Is she all right?"
Marty laughed.
"Oh she's all right." He shrugged. "She's just fine. She didn't even know I saw her."
Francine frowned. She felt confused, troubled. "The dogs hadn't hurt her or anything?"
Marty hugged an arm around her shoulder, pulled her toward the Mercedes. "Let's
forget Michelle, what do you say?" Francine slid into the expensive car and watched
Marty start it up. Then he turned to her and grinned impishly.
"How about some breakfast first?"
"I'd love that." She took his hand. It was so big compared to hers.
"And then a motel." Marty's words made her breasts tingle. She blushed slightly,
nodded. His hot look made her drop her lashes.
"I'd like that too," she whispered.
"I've got a million naughty things to do to you yet." Marty put the car in gear and
pulled her willowy body over against him. "If we're going to break the law, we might as
well go all out, right?"
"Right," she breathed. "Exactly right!" And she let her small fingers rest against the
warm lump in her man's jeans.


THE END
