LAURA'S DOG STYLE
By Paul Gable


Foreword

It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of
quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then.
Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony
of modern society.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, noisy, competitive
world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill – going to boring jobs, living in
carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in
the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly
released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The woman in this story is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy,
she jumps at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and
scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken
away.
LAURA'S DOG STYLE is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us – and
the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Oh shit!" Laura Vinter cried out in frustration as she paced the living room floor back
and forth like a tigress in heat. That strange yet familiar throbbing tingle swept like a
summer breeze over her fluttering pussy as she took another drink of Scotch from the
glass in her right hand. Laura looked over at the wall clock and saw that it was one
thirty in the morning. Her daughter Nancy had promised to be home from the high
school football game at ten. She was over three hours late.
Laura sighed and put down her drink, feeling empty and wasted inside. It was getting
to be more and more difficult raising Nancy. Ever since her husband Byron's
disappearance in a mountain-climbing accident last year, Laura was faced with the dual
problems of getting enough money to life on and raising a sixteen-year-old daughter.
She wasn't solving either problem any too well. Because Byron was listed as missing
and not dead, Laura couldn't collect his life insurance. And Nancy was almost
becoming uncontrollable. She was staying out late nights and sometimes coming home
drunk. The girl missed her father – Laura could understand and sympathize with that.
She missed Byron terribly herself. But Nancy was ruining herself.
And this isn't helping me, Laura said to herself as she took another long gulp of Scotch.
Fortunately she'd been able to land a job as a cocktail waitress in one of the bars in the
downtown Los Angeles Hilton. I might as well have been a sheet changer in a whore
house, she thought as she finished her drink and slammed the glass down noisily on the
coffee table in front of her. Laura shuddered when she thought of all the customers she
had to smile at as they rubbed their greasy palms over her smooth, creamy thighs.
Laura had heard nearly every line in the book by the time she'd finished her second
week on the job. Most of the men were fat, balding and fortyish, in town for some
convention or other and aching to plow their cocks into new cunts before they flew
back home to wife and the kids.
Laura took another nervous look at the clock, then picked at her glass and walked over
to the bar.
Not that there weren't a few nice men around, she thought to herself as she poured out
more Scotch. Occasionally someone less repulsive than the others stumbled into her
life. It was then that Laura wished she had some place private to take them. She
couldn't bring them to her place. Nancy was almost rabid in her belief that her father
would walk through that front door any second. She had made her mother swear – on
a Bible yet – that she wouldn't marry or run around until Byron was declared officially
dead.
Laura sighed as she dropped more ice into her glass and swirled the booze around. If
the man didn't have a place, she'd have to shrug him off and go home with an aching,
empty pussy. She took another large swig from the glass. No cock was slowly making
an alcoholic out of her.
"UMMMMMMMMM!" Laura moaned, feeling her crotch grow tighter and tighter as
the alcohol took effect. Boozing always made her grow hot between her legs. She could
feel those sexual juices bubbling and boiling up now. If Nancy didn't come home in a
few minutes, she'd finish up her drink, then go into the bedroom, locking her door as
she pulled out that old familiar vibrator from under her pillow and stuffed it into her
snatch. It was the only reliable friend she had lately. Laura wondered what a
psychiatrist would have to say about her situation. A neurotic daughter who has a
fixation about her dead father; a frustrated mother working as a cocktail waitress who
obeys her daughter and sneaks around to have what little sex she can find.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Laura groaned as she felt the first hard throb sweep over her
gradually swelling clit. Her hand shook violently, making the ice clank noisily against
the glass. If only she could find someone who could get close to Nancy. Ever since
Byron disappeared, the girl had drawn inside herself, only occasionally opening up to
her mother. When she did, Laura shuddered. It was obvious that the girl was curious
about all aspects of sex. Laura was no prude. She didn't care if her daughter went to
bed occasionally. But she didn't want Nancy getting the reputation of town tramp. She
didn't want her daughter to come home with a little bundle of joy either. The girl was
careless, leaving her pills home or thrown on the floor when she should have been
taking them. Laura wished she could talk with her daughter, and envied those mothers
who had that incredible one-to-one relationship with their daughters.
"Shit!" Laura said again as she saw that it was nearly two in the morning now. She'd
wait one more hour, then phone the police. Nancy had gone out with three of her
girlfriends. But Laura was sure that she was meeting somebody at the game. Maybe he
was some kind of sex freak who liked to cut off girls' tits or something like that. Laura
felt chills creep over her goose-fleshed skin and had to fight the desire to pick up the
phone. She'd done that one night six months ago when Nancy didn't come home. The
police found her with her girlfriends at an all-night restaurant. The girl was humiliated
as the police dragged her from the booth and took her home in a patrol car. The
neighbors were peeking through their windows as Nancy crept into her house and
walked sullenly past her mother. They didn't speak to one another for over a week.
Laura didn't want something like that to happen again, not when she felt them drifting
further and further apart anyway.
Suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello?" Laura answered anxiously.
"Mother? This is Nancy. I'm over at Donna's house. Sorry I didn't call earlier, but we
got to talking and, you know," the girl chirped at the other end of the line.
"Ohhh, I'm so glad to hear that you're all right," Laura said, sighing with relief.
"Is it okay if I stay here for the night? It's kind of late," the girl begged.
"Well, if Donna's mother says it's okay," Laura said, wondering if Nancy were telling
the truth.
"Good! I'll see you later this morning. Bye, Mom!" Nancy said brightly as she hung up.
Laura shook off the thought that her daughter might be lying to her. But the picture of
Nancy sprawled out across some man's bed, his ton stabbing into her snatch while she
talked brightly to her mother stayed in her mind.
It's my own problem, Laura said to herself as she put down the drink and headed for
the bedroom for yet another session with her old friend Mr. Dildo. Her breathing was
becoming irregular as she thought of the relief she was going to get from the plastic
cock.
"Ohhhhhh, so you're awake now, right?" Laura said as her daughter's pet Irish setter
Big Red padded toward her. His long, silky hair seemed to float in the air as his ears
slanted forward and his nostrils flared. Laura had bought him just after Byron had
disappeared, hoping that Nancy would open up more with a dog around her. But the
girl began to ignore the setter about the same time she began to ignore her mother.
Gradually, Big Red had become Laura's pet.
"Down, boy!" Laura said as the dog brushed against the front of her legs. The woman
tucked in her nightgown and walked to one side as Red sank to his knees across the
doorway to the bedroom. "Come on, Laura's got to get to bed," she said a little shakily
as she felt the fire growing in her snatch.
Suddenly Red jumped up and started making low, growling noises in his throat as he
nosed between Laura's legs.
"No!" she cried out, brushing him away lightly with her right hand. She couldn't
imagine what the crazy dog was trying to do. It was the middle of the night and he
wanted to play games. Laura was too worked up to play fetch.
"I said no!" Laura said angrily as she stepped over the dog and walked into the
bedroom. Red trotted in behind her, sneaking in quietly so that she wouldn't notice
him lying in front of the bed. Laura opened her nightgown and let it float to the floor
as she turned around and looked into the full-length mirror on the bathroom door.
"Not bad for a thirty-four-year-old broad," she said out loud as she admired her full,
ripe titties and smooth thighs. There were no wrinkles, folds, stretch marks, or hanging
boobs on her body. She had the skin of a teenager and the tits of – of, well, she didn't
know who. But Jayne Mansfield would have turned blue with envy.
Laura inhaled sharply. And a plastic cock was the only thing that was going to do
anything to her body tonight. The woman sighed, then rolled onto the bed, sliding her
hand under one of the pillows and pulling out a white, twelve-inch-long vibrator.
"UMMMMMMMMM!" Laura moaned as she turned on the button and felt the
vibrations go through her fingers. Almost immediately she felt her clit spring up and
begin to quiver in time to the dildo. Laura lay back and spread her legs wide apart as
she moved the artificial dong up to her cuntlips.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she cried out, trailing the cool tip of the dildo along the outer
edges of her furry cunt. The vibrator plowed through the thick, black forest of curly
cunt hairs as the instrument seemed to turn her cunt into a mass of putty.
"NNNGHH! OHHH, BYRON! BYRON!" Laura cried out as she pictured her husband
towering over her, plowing his thick, ten-inch prick deeper and deeper into her.
"Wh-what?" Laura suddenly cried out. She felt something else on her pussy –
something warm and wet – something that definitely wasn't her finger or the vibrator.
"OHHHHH, GODDD!" Laura cried out as she moved her hand up and saw Red's
head jerk up and stare back at her between her trembling legs. "Get out of here!" Laura
said weakly. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Getting licked off by a
dog! Her own pet! She'd have to take him to the pound tomorrow and get him
destroyed. This was sick. Only freaks did this sort of thing and liked it. "Get DOWN!"
Laura commanded.
But the setter only growled angrily, diving back to her crotch and slurping his tongue
on her swollen outer labes. Then he moved back and slopped his tongue over the
tender inner skin of her thigh. Each lick brought spasms of lust and torrents of juice
from her cunt. Laura couldn't believe it. It was incredibly lovely. Her knees fell apart
more and more as her cuntlips became unstuck. Red lapped hungrily at them, running
his tongue in and out of her hot box more frenziedly as Laura reached up and squeezed
her tits between her slender fingers. She stopped telling the setter to climb off the bed.
Nobody had made her cunt grow that tight and hot before with his tongue. No one –
but here she was in bed with an Irish setter, thrashing around like a bitch in heat while
he licked her off.
"OHHHHHH, Red!" Laura moaned.
The dog noticed the changed tone in her voice and whimpered heatedly. He gently slid
his long pink tongue around her tiny inner cuntlips, then bumped it against her clitoris.
She shuddered wildly with the growing fever the dog was giving her. He was resting on
his belly now between her spread thighs. She could feel his hot, moist breath blow
through her pussy hairs, tickling her cuntal curls as he slathered her pussy with doggie
spit over and over again.
"Red, Red," Laura moaned. She didn't care what was happening to her any more. She
heard the buzzing dildo somewhere off in the distance. For once something else besides
a vibrator was going to make her come tonight. She deserved it! For a year she'd been
sacrificing her life for a daughter who didn't care for her. Well, this was going to be her
night, even if it was only with a dog.
"OHHH, LICK ME DOGGIE! UNNNGHHHH!" Laura cried out, giving herself
completely to the setter's slathering tongue. Her hands reached down to find Red's
pointed nose. She felt with her fingers until she ran them across the squishy steamy
mess between her thighs. The setter lapped at her probing fingers, then went back to
her juicing pussy.
"Yessss! Oh fuckin' Jeeeesus!" Laura moaned as she moved her ass, grinding her cheeks
deep into the bed. She moved her ass up, giving Red more cunt to eat. He seemed to
sense her excitement and whimpered loudly. Now he was bathing the bottom of her ass
with his hot spittle, lapping back into the crevice that ran between her firm asscheeks.
"OHHH, NOOOOOO!" Laura cried out as she felt him slurping at her tight, quivering
shithole. The woman ground her thighs together, enjoying the wet, smooth feeling she
was getting as her skin was slobbered over by the excited, whining animal.
"AIYEEEEE!" Laura cried out as the setter's tongue slid across her trembling clit. She
reached forward and dug her fingertips into the animal's silky head. She pressed his
head against her swollen cunt. The pink tongue drove up and down her hot slash.
"Sooooo, goooood, ohhh GODDDDD!" Laura cried out wildly. Her clit burned
incredibly from Red's steady lapping action. She dug her fingers harder and harder into
the setter's head as she felt herself rocketing toward climax. Slowly Laura inched her
knees further back until they pressed down on her swollen tits. Then she spread them
apart further, peeling back every little fold of her cunt. She wanted him to lap at every
part of her pussy, making her jet off into a come that would burn her brain with
ecstasy.
"FASTER! FASTER! OHHHHH, FUCKIN' SHIT! DON'T STOP, YOU
GODDAMNED FUCK-ER! LICK ME OFFF, YOU GODDAMNED BASTARD! LICK
ME OFFFFF! UNNNGH! ARRRGHHHH!" Laura cried out as she felt the setter's silky
coat with the soles of her feet. She shoved forward, driving her clit against the dog's
snout. She worked her ass around in frantic circles now, crying wildly through her
parted lips. Her nostrils flared and burned as her belly heaved and churned with
excitement. She never would have believed that making it with a dog could be so good.
Even with just his tongue, Red was making her feel more like a woman than most of
the men she'd been to bed with in the past year. They were desperate pick-ups – men
who were interested only in getting their rocks off as quickly as they could. Every time
they left her hanging – no climax at all. She had to drive home, their jizz leaking out of
her pussy, and run to her bedroom to finish up the job with a dildo she'd bought at
discount from the international Love Boutique on Hollywood Blvd.
"AIYEEEEE!" Laura cried out, wishing she could grab that dildo and ram it up her
cunt. Red's licking was incredibly good. But she still needed that feeling of being stuffed
with cock. Especially now, Laura wanted to feel something working in and out of her
pussy as the dog lapped away at her snatch.
"Good dog, good dog," Laura moaned as Red brushed over her cunt and started
concentrating on her asshole. The woman began to be worried. She didn't feel too
much back there. She needed him up front, licking her throbbing clit.
"No, here, HERE!" she said insistently.
The dog barked softly, realizing his mistake. He rose slightly from the bed as he
searched deeper with his powerful tongue. Laura's cuntal walls contracted wildly. She
could feel the muscles trying to clamp onto the dog's pointed snout. She was thrashing
and quivering on the bed, rocketing up to orgasm. Her muscles in her ass cramped as
she kicked her feet high into the air.
"OHHHH M-M-MMMMY G-G-GODDDDD! HURRY UP! H-H-RRY UPPPPP!"
Laura cried out desperately as she felt herself teetering on the brink.
The setter gave a yip and nuzzled again between her slick cuntlips. Her swollen outer
labes trembled as she pitched wildly on the bed, bucking her ass against Red's parted
jaws. His teeth cut her slightly as Laura filled the room with babbling groans of
pleasure. She pulled at his long hair desperately, shoving him harder against her.
"AIYEE! AIYEEEE!" Laura cried out, scissoring her legs hard around his hunching
body. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to drive his jerking cock into her
cunt.
"FUCK! FUCK!" Laura cried out wildly as she drove her hand forward and groped
desperately for his cock. She'd never even considered fucking an animal before Now all
she could think of was Red's twitching prick and her empty cunt.
"Where is it? WHERE IS IT?" Laura cried out in frustration as her fingers fished
around frenziedly in the air. The dog continued his wild lapping, oblivious to what
Laura was trying to do.
"OHHHH, DON'T!" Laura cried, feeling herself about to go off without anything in
her pussy. "I WANT COCK! I WANT COCK! COCK!" she cried out in desperation.
But Red had a mind of his own. He drove his tongue faster and harder into her slit,
scraping the tip of her sensitive clit with his snout until the woman begged for release.
"FUCK! FUCK! ARRRGHHHH!" Laura screeched at the top of her lungs as she threw
her asscheeks high in the air, then brought them down hard onto the mattress.
Somewhere in the distance Laura could hear Red growling angrily. She'd watched him
screw a bitch one time, and knew that that growl signaled his coming. Laura couldn't
believe it. The animal was incredibly well-behaved or stupid. She was begging for his
cock – shrieking for it so fucking loud that most of the neighbors must know what was
going on. And the dog still lay there, lapping merrily away.
"COCK! COCK!" Laura tried one more time, then gave up as she felt the first climactic
spasm rip through her aching cunt.
"UNNNGH! UNNNGH! UNNNGHH!" Laura screamed as she felt flames of desire lap
at her belly, cunt and tits. She bucked her body so wildly that she was afraid Red might
either run away or start snapping at her fluttering flaps.
"WAWWWWHHHH! ARRRGHHHH! NOOOOOO!" Laura cried out as Red licked
and nuzzled her contracting pussy. She shoved his snout in further as she felt her
coming grow faster and harder. She jerked his nose in and out like a dildo as the animal
continued to lap at her oozing, trickling hot juices. Red licked at her trembling white
knuckles as she felt the last spasm sweep over her twitching clit.
When she opened her eyes again, Red lay beside her. She felt the heat radiate through
the long hair of his body and warm her right side. Laura looked down and saw a big
puddle of cooling animal jizz just to the left of her right leg. He HAD shot his load
while he licked her off.
"Dumb dog," she said affectionately as she stroked his big, beautiful head lovingly. "Old
Laura's going to have to teach you a few tricks," she said, then realized that she was
new at the game herself. "Well, boy, we'll have to learn together."
The setter nuzzled his snout against her tits and sighed loudly as he closed his eyes.
Suddenly he jumped up and pricked his ears.
"What's wrong, boy?" Laura said as she instinctively strained her ears.
The dog barked wildly, jumping off the bed and trotting out of the bedroom into the
living room. Laura slid off the bed, throwing the covers over the stained, wrinkled
sheets and pulling on her nightgown. When she got into the living room she saw Red
standing by the front door, barking.
"Who's there?" Laura asked nervously. The neighborhood had been plagued by a series
of robberies lately She was afraid that this was the man and was about to call the police.
"Who's there? I've got a gun," Laura said, hoping that the lie would scare away whoever
was there.
"It's only me, Mom," Nancy said from behind the door. "I forgot my key. Could you let
me in?"
Laura took a deep breath and felt relieved as she opened the door and let in her
daughter. She was glad that the girl had decided to come home. She was also glad that
Nancy hadn't wandered in a few minutes earlier. That would have been some scene to
explain to her.
"What happened?' Laura asked as she looked closely at her daughter. Nancy was sixteen
and had the build of a twenty-year-old. It was obvious that she'd inherited her tits from
her mother, although she had her father's fine, silky blond hair. Her blue eyes shifted
nervously around the room as she threw down her purse and slipped off her school
blazer.
"Oh, Donna's a real drag. We kind of got into an argument over boys and she said that
if I didn't like what she said, I could get out. So I did," the girl said, shrugging her
shoulders.
"You walked all the way home? It's a half-mile from Donna's place to here. And the
neighborhood's not the best," Laura said as she looked in amazement at her daughter.
"Nobody mugged me. I wasn't raped, Mother," Nancy said tiredly as she headed for her
bedroom.
"Nancy, I want to talk to you," Laura said. She had to put her foot down sometime. She
couldn't have her daughter wandering all over the city in the middle of the night.
"Mother, I'm too tired for one of your lectures. Tomorrow morning, all right?" the girl
pleaded disgustedly.
Laura shook her head slowly in disappointment.
"Oh, all right. And next time you go out, wear a pair of slacks that don't show your
veins," Laura said as she pointed at the tight-fitting jeans Nancy was wearing.
"Oh Mother," the girl said, walking into her room and slamming the door behind her.
Laura stared at the closed door for a second, then bent down and stroked Red's head
tenderly.
"What are we going to do about her, boy, huh? What are we going to do?"


Chapter 2

The next day Nancy drooped around the house like some kind of tragic queen. Laura
was almost sure that the girl hadn't been at Donna's house last night. But she didn't
want to question her too thoroughly. Nancy hated to be badgered like that. Laura
wished at times like this that Byron were alive. He was always able to get through to
their daughter. Nancy had confided in her father more often than in her mother,
something that Laura had always thought a little abnormal.
"Something wrong, honey?" Laura asked as she got dressed for work. It was three in the
afternoon and she had to report in around four.
"Oh, nothing much," Nancy said absently as she sat down on the couch and picked up
a magazine, thumbing through it dreamily. Laura could hardly wait for summer
vacation to come. Nancy loved to go up north to her aunt's ranch in Weed, California.
That was one of the few times she seemed to really come alive.
"Well, I'm off to work," Laura said as she threw on her short car coat and started for
the door.
"Off to have your ass patted by more men," Nancy said between clenched teeth.
"What?" Laura said. She couldn't believe her own daughter had said something like
that.
"You heard me," Nancy said, closing the magazine and throwing it angrily down on the
floor. "Donna's father was at the Hilton bar a couple of nights ago. He told her that
you were romancing one of the customers. Said that you practically threw yourself at
the guy," Nancy said, her eyes sparking with anger.
"That's not true!" Laura said. "He's lying. Sure, a lot of men try to make a play for me,
but I fight them off. I swear it," Laura said.
"I don't believe you," Nancy said, her face flushing red with anger as she shot up and
clenched her fists tightly. "You wanted Daddy out of the way, didn't you."
"Nancy, that's not true," Laura said desperately.
"Yes it is! YES IT IS!" her daughter said, her voice growing louder and louder. "You
tried to take him away from me before, and you finally did it."
"What are you talking about?" Laura asked in complete amazement. Her daughter was
turning into someone she'd never seen before.
"Oh, what's the use!" Nancy wailed as she covered her face and ran into her room,
slamming and locking the door behind her.
"Nancy! NANCY! Come out here and talk to me!" Laura said as she ran to her
daughter's door and pounded on it.
"Go away! Go away to your bar!" the girl wailed, then broke into sobs.
"I'll be home early tonight," Laura said as she gave up and headed for the front door.
"We'll talk about all this then."
Laura drove to work, trying to figure out what Donna's father had seen. Men groped
her all the time, but she'd managed to fight them all off successfully. Why was he lying
like that? She'd never even met the man. How did he know what she even looked like?
"You're a little late," her boss said brightly as Donna walked into the bar.
"Sorry, Cliff. I'm having trouble with Nancy again," Laura said as she rushed into the
office and signed in.
"The girl needs a father," Cliff said softly as he looked up from his paperwork.
Laura smiled and put down the pencil. Her boss had been making gentlemanly plays
for her ever since she'd taken the job.
"You know Nancy would never accept another man as my husband," Laura said sadly.
If there was anyone she'd marry again, it would be Cliff. He was tall and broad
shouldered, well-mannered and, as the rumor went around, well hung. His black curly
hair hung around his ears, and his brown eyes sparkled with vitality. His ruggedly
handsome looks always turned Laura on, though she'd managed to hide her own
interest in him.
"I think if I talked with her..." Cliff began, getting up from his chair.
"She'd just yell at you, believe me," Laura said, walking away. "All she does is wait for
her father to come home," Laura said, looking down and noticing a growing bulge in
his crotch. She'd never been in the sack with Cliff. But she was beginning to break
down. Laura didn't like to mix business with pleasure. Besides, she knew that the other
girls would know if she started fucking him. The last thing she wanted was to become
the butt of house gossip.
"Oh, Laura. You know how I feel about you," Cliff whispered huskily as he ran to the
door and shut it in front of her.
"You're not going to rape me here in the office, are you?" Laura asked, smiling broadly
at him.
"You're tempting me," he said, reaching out and wrapping his powerful arms around
her slender waist and pulling her toward him.
"Ohhhhh, Cliff. You know this is going to end just the way it always does," she said,
pushing him away as she felt her snatch fire up and her clit swell out of its tiny, hot
bed.
"It doesn't have to. The other girls are busy in the dressing room," he said hoarsely as
he moved his left hand up to her tits and started squeezing her spongy boob-flesh.
"A quickie? Come on, Cliff," Laura said, laughing softly as she tried to hide the nervous
excitement that flashed all over her body.
"How about tonight?" he asked, bending his head forward and blowing softly into her
ear.
"OHHHHH!" she groaned, feeling her pussy contract. "No, I've got to get home early.
I promised Nancy that I'd talk with her and I can't break that promise."
Cliff sighed, then let her go.
"Okay, get out of here. I know when I'm beat," he said a little disgustedly.
"You know that if I ever think about marrying again, you'll be the first one I'd think
about," Laura said as she opened the door and turned around to flash a smile at him.
"Sure, sure," Cliff said, sitting back down at his desk and resuming his paperwork.
Laura sighed in frustration. If it weren't for Nancy, she'd be down on her knees right
now sucking that man's cock. But, she had a duty to perform.
That night was worse than any other. There was a medical convention at the hotel that
week, and those doctors were busy pawing her thighs and reaching up to try to slide
their sweaty fingers into her low-cut uniform.
"Please, sir!" Laura had to say half a dozen times, pushing away their probing hands as
she tried to collect their money.
"Come on, honey. I've got a bed up in my room just waiting for a set of tits like those,"
they'd say.
They must all have the same writer, Laura thought to herself as she moved from table
to table.
"Crowd a little rough?" Joe the bartender asked as Laura sauntered up to place an
order.
"They're a pack of crazies!" she said, looking around her to make sure none of them
heard her. They were all oversexed, but big tippers. She didn't want to offend anyone
unless she absolutely had to. Half her earnings were from these tit-grabbers.
"You see that guy over there?" Joe said as he continued to put her order together.
"By the piano?" Laura asked, looking where Joe had pointed.
"Yeah. He's been askin' about you – you know, how many nights you work here, when
you go home – stuff like that," the bartender said quietly as he finished up her order.
"Thanks for telling me, Joe," Laura said as she picked up the drinks and walked over to
her table. As she collected the tab, Laura looked at the man out of the corner of her eye.
He was fortyish, good-looking, had black wavy hair, and a long scar on the right cheek.
He was sitting alone, apparently listening to the black girl who was wailing out the
blues on the stage. But Laura noticed that he'd dart a few quick glances at her when he
thought she wasn't looking.
"Hey, honey, you wanna sack out at my place tonight?" one of the customers she'd just
served asked. Laura had been so busy watching the man Joe had pointed out to her that
she had lingered at the table too long.
"Sure," she said, smiling at the man.
"Great, we'll–" he began. "Bring Robert Redford with you, then leave for a few hours,"
Laura said, walking quickly away as the man's friends laughed at his embarrassment.
"Hey, come on in my office for a second," Cliff said as she walked back to the bar. He'd
been standing there for the past few minutes watching the goings on.
"Sure, boss," Laura said officially as she told one of the other girls to cover for her.
Cliff walked quietly in front of her, nodding to a few of the regular customers as Laura
wondered what was wrong. He seemed to have something on his mind.
"Close the door, Laura," he said, walking around his desk and sitting down.
"Is something wrong?" Laura finally asked nervously as she saw Cliff's face darken.
"Joe just told me about that guy," Cliff said angrily as he twisted his fingers together.
"Guy? What guy? I don't–" she started.
"That guy who's been coming in night after night watching you I didn't know you had
a thing going with somebody," Cliff said. There was a tone of genuine hurt and jealousy
in his voice.
"Oh, that guy," Laura said, realizing that Cliff was talking about the man she'd just
started watching. "Joe just told me about him tonight too. I haven't really been
watching him until now. He sits in Sally's area," Laura said, relieved that this was all
Cliff was concerned about.
"But don't you know he's been groping himself whenever you walk around?" Cliff
asked, obviously relieved that Laura knew nothing about the guy until tonight.
"Oh, my – no, I had no idea," she said, feeling her stomach churn a little. At first she
thought she might have a secret admirer. It flattered her ego. Now she realized that he
was just another creep – somebody who thought he could get it on with a hot cocktail
waitress.
"Well, Joe slipped that piece of info to me while you were serving. Laura honey, this
guy's a real creep. I think you'd better watch out for him," Cliff said, getting up and
walking toward her. She felt a flash of heat tear through her body as he put both his
hands on her shoulders and kissed her gently on the lips. Cliff was a good man. She
wished she could marry him and get out of this waitress business.
"UNNNNGH!" Laura groaned as Cliff's gentle kiss turned into a lustful one.
"Water too hot for you?" he moaned as he reached up and pulled the top of her
uniform down until her mammoth tits flopped out and swayed back and forth over the
black material.
"Don't," Laura protested. "I've still got a shift to finish," she said, pulling back as she
tried to plop her boobs back into her uniform.
"You'll finish the shift after I finish with you," Cliff said hoarsely, reaching behind her
and flipping the lock on the door.
"What?" Laura said. She knew what he was talking about and had fought him off
hundreds of times in similar situations with successful results. But this time was
different. Her problems with Nancy made her want to have somebody who wanted her.
Laura's little session with Red last night had loosened her up a little also.
"Come on, Laura," Cliff groaned, noticing that Laura wasn't screaming the roof down
and taking advantage of her change in attitude. "Ummm, you move your ass so nice,"
Cliff said as he slid his hands around her waist, then moved them over her full
asscheeks where he kneaded her soft, spongy flesh gently.
"OHHHHH!" Laura cried out, closing her eyes and grinding her crotch against Cliff's
hard groin. She felt her snatch growing hotter and hotter as her tits rubbed against the
man's shirt. Laura opened her mouth and let out a tiny gasp of delight as she felt her
stiff, half-inch long nipples mash in under Cliff's body pressure.
"I want to fuck you, Laura. I want to jam my prick up your fuckin' snatch," Cliff
whispered, licking her ear lobes with his hot, wet tongue.
"OHHHHHH! YESSSSS!" she groaned as she reached back and fished for her zipper.
"I'll take care of that," Cliff said as he moved quickly behind her and unzipped her
tight-fitting black uniform.
"Ohhh, it feels so good to get out of that thing," Laura said as she stepped out of the
short black and white dress and kicked it under Cliff's desk She turned around and saw
that the man had already taken off his jacket, tie and shirt and was standing in the
center of his office staring at her pendulous, goose-fleshed titties.
"You're beautiful," he said softly.
Laura blushed with pride as she watched Cliff slowly unbuckle his pants. That
handsome, powerful man wanted her so badly that he was going to screw her in the
office. Laura closed her eyes and raised her hands, trailing her fingertips across her stiff,
reddened nipples.
"UNNNNGH!" she cried out, tweaking her tit tips between her fingers. Laura spread
her legs to balance herself, then realized how much her cunt had fired up. She could
feel her silken panties clinging to her crotch. They were damp, sticky, moistened by her
steaming, bubbling cunt juice that had oozed out of her fat lips and drenched the pink
material.
"Christ!" Cliff said as he unbuttoned the waistband of his pants, then unzipped them
and pushed them to the floor.
Laura swayed back and forth as her tits, cunt and ass throbbed with tension and
expectation.
"Oh Christ, baby, you don't know how long I've waited for this," Cliff said as he
pushed his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his white cotton jockeys and started
shoving them down to his knees. Laura opened her eyes and gasped with delight as she
saw the outline of his throbbing prick through the material of his briefs. A small dark
stain appeared at what she guessed to be the location of his cockhead. Laura smiled to
herself, glad to know somebody else was oozing sex juice.
"Now for the big unveiling," Cliff said, looking down at his twitching prick, then
pushing his shorts all the way to the floor.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Laura cried out as her eyes riveted to his fully extended dong. Cliff must
have had a good ten inches of hot prickmeat jerking wildly in the air. The thick, blue
veins that encircled his massive dick throbbed with tension and excitement, while his
mushroom-cap-shaped cockhead swelled and grew dark with sexual expectation.
"I told you I want to fuck you," Cliff said as he moved up to her and put his arms
around her slender waist. Her head was bent back and her mouth opened as Cliff
clamped his lips to hers and drove his tongue deep into her sucking throat. Laura felt
floods of hot juice bubble from her aching pussy as Cliff's hard rod slid up and down
her squishy snatch.
"OHHH, FUCK MEEEE! FUCK MEEE!" Laura groaned, sliding her body back and
forth, mashing her nipples in against the thick, black matting of body hairs that covered
Cliff's chest.
"That's just what you're gonna get," Cliff said, smiling at her as he took her by the
hand and led her to the couch.
"There?" Laura asked, looking a little warily at the brown leather couch.
"Better than the floor. Or would you rather we tell the singer to get off the stage so we
could put on a better show?" Cliff said, smiling at Laura's reluctance.
"No," she laughed softly as she sat down on the couch, then lay back and spread her
legs widely apart. "Fuck me, Cliff. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!"
"Christ!" Cliff groaned, reaching down and running his right hand up and down the
full hot length of his jerking, aching prong.
"Oh my God!" Laura cried out impatiently as she felt spasms of ecstasy rip through her
pussy. "I want your cock up my cunt!" she said huskily as she watched drops of cum
ooze out of Cliff's expanding piss-slit. She licked her lower lip, wanting to run her
tongue along those veins that throbbed hard against his taut red prick skin. She wanted
to move her lips until they clamped around the man's pulsating cockhead where she'd
be able to taste those early drops of salty, hot jizz.
"Touch me!" Laura begged. But Cliff continued to tease her, rubbing his fingers slowly
up and down his twitching cock while he stared at her quivering, juicing cunt.
"DO SOMETHING!" Laura cried out in desperation as she lowered her right hand to
her groin. She spread her sensitive cuntlips apart with three fingers of her right hand
while she dipped the forefinger of her left into the exposed hot hole. Laura thought she
could feel a blast of hot hair hit her hands when she pulled those fluttering lips apart.
God, she needed a prick fast!
"Yeah, babe! Yeah!" Cliff said, moving closer to the couch.
Laura wiggled her ass back and forth against the brown leather material of the couch,
grinding her thighs together and trapping her fingers inside her pussy while she played
with herself. Laura moved her hand up slightly, strumming her clit. Suddenly she felt a
series of spasms tear through her cunt. She arched her back slightly in reaction and
thrust her thighs high into the air, impaling her snatch on her probing fingers. Then
she opened her eyes and looked hotly at Cliff.
"You want me to come this way?" she asked him angrily.
"Oh, baby. I didn't know you wanted my prick this bad," Cliff moaned.
"My GODDDDDD!" Laura cried out, jamming her fingers harder into her pussy as she
closed her eyes again and ground her taut asscheeks hard against the sweat-slick leather
material.
"Guess you do," Cliff said as he moved quickly to the couch, rolling up onto it and
between Laura's trembling knees. Suddenly she felt lightning flash up against her cunt
as Cliff grabbed her clit between two fingers and pinched it.
"AIYEEEEEE!" Laura cried out, heaving her thighs up in the air as she pulled her
fingers out of her cunt and wrapped her hands around Cliff's neck.
Then the man pulled his hand out and ran his finger lightly along the edge of her hot
slash. Laura moaned, begging him to jam his hand back into her pussy, but he
continued to tease her. He played with the tight curls of her twat hairs, toying with
them as he continued to lightly massage her trembling labes.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Laura grunted, squeezing her buttocks together and heaving
her snatch up.
But Cliff had a mind of his own. He'd waited for this opportunity for so long that he
wasn't going to rush it.
"Beg for it!" he said softly.
"Christ, what do you think I've been doing?" Laura cried out in frustration.
"Tell me you want my dick!" he said almost cruelly as he worked the slippery edges of
her fat, hot lips together with his right hand. At the same time Cliff reached up with his
left and rolled his palm hard over her erect, itching nipple.
"DICK! DICK! I WANT YOUR DICK!" Laura shouted out, thrashing on the couch.
Incredible flashes of heat seared her pussy and tits as Cliff played with her snatch.
"That's it, Laura. I want you screaming for my prick when I get ready to shove it in,"
Cliff groaned as he slid his hand slowly away from her slick snatch and trailed it along
the full length of her smooth, tapered legs.
"Don't! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!" Laura begged, feeling her snatch become
empty. She needed something up her hot box now. She could feel her cuntal muscles
trembling, begging, whimpering for Cliff's fingers or cock. She thrashed her head back
and forth on the couch, her long black hair tangling across her nose and mouth as she
gasped, pleaded and whined for prick.
"Don't worry," Cliff said hoarsely as he watched her thrash around on the couch for a
few minutes longer. Sweat poured freely down her forehead and out from under her
arms as the woman bucked and writhed in frustration. Her titties bounced and rolled
across her chest as she flailed her arms wildly in the air and begged Cliff to scratch the
unbearable itch that gripped her cunt.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"Now, babe," Cliff said hoarsely.
Laura inhaled sharply and waited for the initial plunge as she felt Cliff changing
position.
"Here it comes, Laura!" Cliff said.
"AIYEEE! UNNGHH! NOOOOOOO!" Laura screeched at the top of her lungs. It
wasn't cock she was getting. It was Cliff's mouth – hot and open – fitting around her
hot hole.
"MMMMGFFFFF!" he groaned as he slid his lips up and down the outer edges of her
tightening cuntlips.
"ARRRGHHHHH!" Laura cried out again, hurling her thighs up as she felt him
digging his teeth gently into the swollen, slick membranes of her pussylips. Every
muscle in her crotch ached. Her swollen, twitching clit throbbed for release.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" the woman cried out in desperation as Cliff lapped like a dog
at her tightly clenched twat. She thought of Red and smiled secretly to herself. The dog
was less trained than Cliff, but his tongue was wider, wetter and rougher. It was a 
tossup as to whose was the better mouth.
"YEAH! YEAH!" Cliff groaned as he shoved his head forward. He buried his face deep
in the folds of her hot snatch as his hands slid under her ass, digging into her firm flesh
and holding her cheeks so far apart that Laura thought he was going to tear her body
apart.
"Mr. Denning! Mr. Denning, is everything all right in there?" Joe yelled through the
door.
"My God, it's the bartender!" Cliff said as he pulled his face out of Laura's cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck!" the woman moaned, not caring who was on the other side of the door.
"For Christ's sake shut up," Cliff said, trying to suppress a smile as he thought of what
would happen if he were to open the door now to the public.
"Mr. Denning?" Joe shouted as he tried to turn the door knob.
"Everything's fine in here, Joe," Cliff said, trying to fight down the excitement in his
voice.
"Just thought I'd check, sir. Some customer says he heard someone in there soundin'
like he was dyin'," Joe said.
Cliff looked at the still-bucking Laura and smiled.
"Everything's fine, Joe. Fine," Cliff said as he went to the door and put his ear against
it, making sure that Joe had gone back to the bar.


Chapter 3

"Oohhh, what happened?" Laura asked, noticing for the first time that Cliff was at the
door.
"Joe was yelling through the wall that people can hear you outside," Cliff said, smiling
broadly at her.
"My God!" Laura cried out, covering her mouth with her hands in horror.
"Why be ashamed? I don't think I've fucked a bunny as hot as you since the Navy,"
Cliff said, laughing loudly as he walked back to the couch.
"I didn't think fucking here in the office was such a hot idea anyway," Laura said as she
started to get up from the couch.
"And where do you think you're going? You're not finished with the boss-man yet,"
Cliff said, pushing her back down to the couch as he knelt between her legs and
lowered his body to hers.
"OHHHHHHH!" Laura moaned as she felt his massive, powerful chest squeeze her
titties against her chest. She threw her legs up and bucked her upturned crotch against
his cock, loving the feel of his jutting prick poking savagely against her hot, wet slash.
"Suck me, baby. I want those lips of yours around my cock," Cliff said as he pulled up
and inched forward until his prickhead was only inches away from Laura's mouth.
"I don't usually..." she started to say, then gave up. She didn't usually do anything with
a man. Why complain now?
"SUCK ME!" Cliff ordered savagely.
Laura thrust her head into his crotch quickly after closing her eyes. She was almost
overcome by the strong smell of sweat and cum that blew out from his loins. But she
was determined to make her first fuck in a long time her best. Laura opened her mouth
and slid her lips around the tip of his prickshaft, closing them tightly around the
purple, pulsating head of his jerking rod.
"MMMMGFFFF!" Laura cried out, realizing that she might have swallowed too much
as her head slid quickly toward Cliff's panting belly.
"NNNNNNNN!" Laura protested as Cliff started to draw back. She'd let go of his prick
for a second. But now she was ready to have another try at it. Laura wrapped her lips
back around his prick, sliding her mouth slowly up and down his twitching pole. Cliff
twisted his hips slowly in a circular motion, making his cock stir around in her mouth
like the stick of a butter churn. She felt his legs begin to shake violently. Laura knew
that she was getting to him.
"OHHHHH, SHITTTTT!" the man cried out as Laura reached up and cupped his
hairy, hanging balls gently in her hands.
"BITCH! BITCH!" Cliff cried out as Laura ran her tongue up and down the full length
of his hot rigid pole, massaging his fight prick skin as she pulled gently at his balls, first
to the left, then to the right.
Laura kept on sucking. She felt her clit tingle, throb, beat crazily against her sensitive
cuntal membranes. She reached down to strum it with her right hand as her tongue ran
circles over Cliff's cockhead, dipping occasionally into his piss-slit.
"NOOOOOO!" he screamed, pushing her backward so hard that her head bounced
against one of the leather pillows. Laura let go of his prick and watched the entire
length of his cock shaft heave up and down with massive spasms. His rod glistened
under the overhead light with her thick layers of spittle. His balls jangled wildly with
every upward jerk of his blood-engorged dick. Laura was afraid that Cliff was going to
shoot his hot load into the air. But the man reached down and clamped his right hand
hard around the shaft and squeezed it, stopping any premature shooting. Laura sighed
with relief. She didn't want her fucking to be ruined by anything.
"I think I've had enough of all this shit," Cliff said hoarsely as he slid back down to his
original position and started squeezing her hot titties with both hands.
"Ohh, yess. Fuck me! DON'T FUCK AROUND ANY MORE! JUST FUCK MEEEE!"
Laura screamed.
"Hey, the customers," Cliff warned as he threw her legs up and crawled forward until
his hot dick banged up against her parted, fluttering labes.
"I don't give a fuck!" Laura panted desperately. "FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" she
cried out wildly.
Laura roiled her head back and forth, then lifted it slightly to look between her legs at
the huge prick that bounced against her upturned asscheeks. Cliff paused only for a
second to guide his purple cockhead to the bristling, wet hairs of Laura's cunt. With
one hard thrust he slammed his rod deep into her gut.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she cried out with delight, throwing her head down on the couch
and screwing up her crotch as she felt the man's hot dick slide deeper and deeper into
her steaming fuck tunnel. Cliff ground his groin hard against her sensitive, quivering
asscheeks. He stirred the length of his shaft against her fluttering cuntal walls,
withdrawing, then slamming his cock home again until his balls slapped noisily against
Laura's white, creamy ass.
"IN! IN! IN!" Laura cried out with every downward thrust of the bar manager's prick.
She gripped his cock with her pussy muscles every time it rammed its way in, rubbing
its surface with her hot, wet cunt before she relaxed to let it escape again.
"FUCK ME, GODDAMN YOU! AGGGGHHH! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF
MEEEEE! OH NOOOO! NOOOOOOO! WAWWWWHHHH!" Laura cried out. She
felt like a young girl out for her first screwing. Hot/cold flashes swept over her body as
thunder and lightning exploded in her brain. Already her asshole was tightening.
Already she could feel the surges of electric sensation sparking from the tip of her clit.
It signaled that her orgasm was just around the corner.
"Now, babe. NOOOOWWWWW!" Cliff yelled as his legs trembled and his back
stiffened. Laura knew that the man was just about ready to blow his load into her hot,
sucking hole.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Laura cried out, hoping that he could hold back a little longer
while her pussy steamed up some more. She was close to coming, but she needed a little
more work.
As Cliff shook violently in her arms, Laura wrapped her legs tightly around his heaving
sides and bucked hard against his panting chest, squeezing her cunt tightly around his
swelling prick and contracting bails while she mashed her nipples against his chest.
"FUCK ME! OHHHHHH, MAKE ME COME TOO! DON'T DO IT UNTIL I
COME! OHHH, FUCK! YOU'RE SHOOTING! GODDAMN YOU, YOU BASTARD!
FUCKIN' MOTHER FUCKER! YOU'RE SHOOTING! OHHH, I CAN FEEL YOUR
COCK JERKING...!" Laura made it in time with him. She felt her pussy tighten in a
spasmodic contraction just as Cliff's first hot wad of jizz exploded from his swinging
balls, rushed through his jerking shaft and spurted out of his pulsating cockhead. The
blobs of cum spattered against her fluttering cuntal walls. She could feel his prick
twitching crazily inside her pussyhole, and she could hear his steady grunts of passion
as he dug his tongue into her right ear.
"UNNNGH! FUCK! FUCKIN' BITCH! YOU FUCKIN' WHORE!" he swore into her
ear as he squeezed her tits with his powerful hands.
Laura screamed back at him, a cry of delight and pain that drove Cliff to greater heights
of excitement. He sank his teeth into her shoulder and fucked harder, deeper into her
twat. He was squirting gobs of cum into her hole. In a few minutes, the spasms for
both of them stopped, and he collapsed on top of her, exhausted and sweaty.
"Ohhh, shit!" Cliff said, rolling off Laura's sweaty body and breaking out into loud
laughter.
"What's-wh-what's so funny?" the woman asked, gasping as she tried to catch her
breath.
"Y-y-you!" he stammered.
"Why?" Laura asked, wondering what she'd done wrong. It'd been so long since she'd
fucked with a good stud that she might have made some kind of sexual mistake.
"You're Goddamned screaming. Joe came to the door, pounding on it because
somebody thought there was a murder being committed. Jesus, honey, I knew you
wanted a man really bad, but I never knew you wanted one this bad."
Laura blushed deeply, then rolled over and kissed him passionately on the mouth.
"Mmmmmm! What was that for?" Cliff asked, moving his hands down until he was
stroking her slackening cunt.
"Just for being one hell of a stud and guy," Laura said as she kissed him lightly on the
forehead, then rolled off the couch and sprang to her feet.
"And where are you going?" Cliff asked, propping his head up on his right hand.
"I've got a shift to finish," Laura said, reaching down and pulling up her panties.
"Take the night off," Cliff said, waving his hand above his head and smiling at her.
"Time off for good behavior."
Laura stared at him for a second, then ran over and threw her arms around him.
"Ohhhh, thanks, Cliff. Nancy and I can use this extra time to find out what's happened
between us," Laura said enthusiastically as she threw on her uniform and ran out the
door. She changed quickly in the dressing room, then ran out the front door of the bar,
noticing that the man who'd been staring at her was sitting in the lobby as she walked
through the revolving doors of the hotel and out into the street.
When she got home, Laura realized with disappointment that Nancy wasn't there.
There was a note propped up on the cigarette case on the coffee table.
"Dear Mom, I've decided to take in a movie with Donna. She and I made up over the
phone tonight while you were at work. I'll be home around eleven tonight, I promise.
Love, Nancy."
"Well, at least she signed it 'love'," Laura sighed as she unbuttoned her coat slowly.
"Ohhhh!" Laura cried out as Red sneaked up behind her, then jumped up suddenly and
buried his pointed snout into her tits. "Down, DOWN!" Laura cried out. She couldn't
make it with a dog again. No! She had to fight the urge that was building up in her gut
now. When she didn't have a man fucking her, Laura could understand why she turned
to Big Red. But now, after having had the fucking of her life with Cliff, why did she feel
her pussy contract when Red jumped up on her boobs?
"DOWN!" Laura said, trying to sound angry as she pushed the setter off her. But the
dog detected that note of passion in her voice and continued to bother her. He rubbed
against her trembling legs and whined in desperation and frustration.
"OHHH, YESS! YESSS!" Laura groaned wildly as she gave up fighting and walked
quickly to her bedroom.
"In boy, in," Laura whispered excitedly, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse as she
stared at the setter's gradually stiffening, lengthening cock. "Ummmmm, Laura moaned
as she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and reached back, unfastening her bra.
"Good boy, good," Laura said softly as he leaped up on the bed and whined
impatiently. Her blood raced furiously through her pulsating veins as she felt her
stiffened nipples twitch wildly. Laura reached up and squeezed her mammoth, hanging
boobs tightly between her trembling, cold fingers. Her breath came in shorter, raspier
gasps as she felt her pussy firing up to an incredibly high heat.
"Yes, a dog – a dog," Laura moaned as she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down to
the floor. She quickly ran to the bed, rolling onto it as the dog pranced around the
sheets excitedly. Laura thought her heart would rip through her rib cage as he started
sniffing her juice-oozing pussy.
"OHHHHHHH!" she cried out loudly, hiking her knees to her swollen tits and
wriggling her crotch at the dog. Laura closed her eyes and thrashed on the groaning
bed as she felt Red's hot, wet tongue lap wildly at her stained panties. "MMMMMM,
LICK IT! LICK MY FUCKIN' PANTIES OFF!" she cried wildly.
The setter barked angrily and turned his head to one side, opening his large mouth and
gripping the edge of her panties with his teeth.
"Oh, you're as anxious for it as I am, aren't you, Red?" Laura giggled as she pushed her
thumbs under the tight elastic waistband of her panties and worked them down under
her trembling thighs.
"AGGGGHHHH!" Laura groaned as she finally pushed her briefs down her legs and
past her ankles, exposing her blood-engorged, hot cuntlips to the dog's probing snout.
The woman looked between her quivering knees and saw the setter's jerking, knotty
prick twitching angrily in the air.
"OHHH, LICK ME, BOY! LICK ME LIKE YOU LICKED ME BEFORE!" Laura cried
out, reaching forward and spreading her thighs widely apart. She moaned with delight
as she felt her snatchlips unstick and fly wide open. Red pushed quickly into the mouth
of her steaming snatch with his pointed snout, snuffing and panting in her juice-soaked
flesh. Laura closed her eyes and dug her head into the pillow under her, kicking a leg
out wildly into the air as she felt spasm after spasm roar through her snatch.
The dog growled louder as he started licking her quivering outer labes with his long,
pink tongue. Laura thought she'd go through the roof as she felt his tongue slather her
erect clit, sloshing down to her tightly clenched shithole, only to slide back up and dig
down deep into her sucking fuck tunnel.
"AGGGGHHHH! AGGGGHHHH! OH, DO IT, BOY! DO IT! LICK ME OFFFFF!
WAWWWW-HHH! OH FUCKIN' JEEFESUS!"
Laura had forgotten completely about Cliff. All thoughts of her daughter Nancy
vanished. All she could think about now was that big, beautiful, powerful animal at her
ass, licking her dripping pussy with his wide tongue.
"RIGHT TH-THERE! M-M-MY G-GODDDD-DDD!" the woman cried out in
unspeakable delight as Red concentrated on her wildly beating, spit-slicked clit shaft.
Red seemed to know exactly where to concentrate his tonguing efforts. His nose probed
in and out of her twat like a big, furry dildo. His tongue rubbed her flooding pussymeat
as she lifted her head and watched his prick jerk crazily up and down. It suddenly
occurred to Laura that Red might want to do something else besides coming on the
sheets. Was she ready to have a dog's cock buried in her snatch? Did she want to feel
the animal's hot jizz splatter into her aching cunt? Could she look at Cliff and her
daughter in the morning and still keep her sense of self-respect? Laura threw these ideas
out of her mind. She didn't care what anybody thought any more. If Red wanted to
fuck her tonight, fine! She was tired of doing what other people wanted her to do.
There was going to be a new Laura Vinter coming out in the world tomorrow. And that
one wanted this setter's prick buried deep in her gut this evening.
"UNNNGH! FUCK MEEEE! FUCK MEEEEE!" she cried out, hoping that the setter
would understand her.
Red looked up questioningly, then went back to licking her steaming pussy. Laura
arched her back and drove her thighs up so suddenly that she trapped the dog's snout
in her snatch. She clamped her pussy muscles together tightly, trapping the setter's
pointed snout deep in her twat.
"Ohhhhhh, sorry, boy," Laura cooed softly as the dog whimpered with surprise and
fear. Red pushed his paws against her upturned asscheeks, pulling his snout out of her
clenching snatch and jumping to the end of the bed.
"Oh, don't leave, Red. Don't leave me," she said encouragingly to the setter, sitting up
and stretching her long arms out to the panting dog. "Come here and fuck Laura, Red.
Fuck Laura!" the woman said breathlessly.
But the setter sat panting at the end of the bed, cocking his head to one side while his
prick continued to bob rhythmically.
"Maybe you need a little inspiration," Laura said, deciding that she'd better take the
crouching-bitch position if she wanted him to fuck her now.
"Start, boy, start fucking, you son-of-a-bitch," Laura moaned as she propped herself up
and rolled over on her hands and knees. "I want to feel your knobby prick sliding in
and out of my cunt!" she cried out, wiggling her firm asscheeks at the panting setter.
Something seemed to register in Red's mind. Laura gasped as she felt Red jump on her
and start hunching his haunches in the air. The stiff nipples on her hanging tits
brushed the sheet as Red whined and whimpered crazily.
"Easy, boy, easy," Laura said as she smiled at the dog's sudden interest in her twat. It
amazed her that she could turn on to the dog so quickly. Last night she wouldn't have
dreamed of getting licked by an animal – and she had Red's tongue lick her off to
oblivion. Tonight she was kneeling on her bed, screaming at an Irish setter to jam his
dick into her snatch. It was incredible. It was also incredibly exciting and fun.
"Okay, boy, here we go," she said, looking between her tits as she reached back and
wrapped her fingers around his hot, slick prick. She was amazed at how hot it was. She
didn't think Cliff's cock had been that hot when he'd buried it in her pussy earlier that
evening.
"UNNNGH! OHHHHHH!" Laura moaned as she pulled gently at his twitching,
steaming prick. She rubbed the pointed cockhead up and down her fluttering labes as
she felt his hot cum ooze out from his tiny piss-slit.
"You want my pussy, Red? Want Laura's pussy?" the woman groaned excitedly as she
felt the setter's prick grow hotter and harder between her fingers. "Ohhh, yesssss,"
Laura groaned again as she heard Red whimper in frustration. The dog slid his big,
hairy forepaws up and down her shoulders as he continued to hunch forward, trying to
bury his cock deep in her twat. Laura kept his pointed, slick dong from sliding into her
steaming hole a little longer. She enjoyed the teasing sensation she was getting as the
animal's dick poked between her puffy, pulsating outer labes.
"Okay, let's go, Red," Laura grunted as she closed her eyes and inched the prick slowly
into her hot gash.
"OHHHHHHH! UNNNGHHH! AHHHHHHH!" the woman cried out in ecstatic
relief as she felt Red's knobby, throbbing pole part her sticky fat lips then drive steadily
down her wet slit toward her churning womb. Laura wriggled her ass back and forth,
pushing back against Red's panting stomach as she tried to make the fucking easier for
the dog.
"That's it, boy. That's it! Drive that ol' pecker down Laura's pussy! UNNNNGHH!
OHHHHH, YESSSS! YESSSS! Fuck the shit out of me! UNNNGH!
ARRRRGHHHHH!" Laura cried out as she felt the big knot bang up against her fat
labes. Red whimpered and pulled back, thrusting his haunches forward again, banging
the large rod of cock flesh against her stretched lips.
"UNNNGHHH! NOOOOO!" Laura cried out as she reached back again and spread
her trembling thighs widely apart with her fingers. She was going to get the big knot in
her if it was the last thing she did. As she did with Cliff, Laura wanted to feel stuffed.
With the knot banging against her furry box, Laura could only be a half-satisfied
woman.
"Here, let me help you," Laura said, sliding her finger around her hole and wetting it
with her cunt juice. The woman then reached back a little further and coated Red's
prick with the hot twat liquid.
"PUSH! PUSH!" she cried out encouragingly to the dog as she slicked down his
throbbing, reddened prick.
The setter seemed to understand her and gave one final hunch. It worked! Laura cried
out with surprise and pleasure as she felt the big knot blow past her labes with a loud
"plop" and sink quickly down her quivering fuck hole.
"FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!" the woman cried out now as the dog pulled his long red
prick out to its end, then shoved it into her hole again until it completely disappeared.
"UNNNGGH! OHHH, SHITTTT! SHITTT! YOU'RE FANTASTIC! OHHH,
GODDDDD! GODDD! FUCKIN' JEEESUS!"
Laura couldn't believe it. The dog was almost as good as a man – maybe even better.
She was in no mood to make comparisons now. But her snatch was firing up a lot faster
than it had with Cliff and his big dick. Maybe it was true what her friends used to tell
her – it wasn't what a man had but how he used it that counted. Red seemed to have
gone to school to learn all the incredibly tit-blowing things he was doing to her mind
and body.
"ARRRGHHH! FFFUUUCCCKKK M-M-MEEEEEEEEE!"
Laura was writhing and twisting her bare ass against the hot, furry belly of the Irish
setter. Her tits pulled at her chest, swaying back and forth and scraping her sensitive
nipples on the sheet as she tried to match Red's pumping rhythm with her own. Laura
felt her cunt muscles grow tighter and tighter with each forward thrust. Her twat ached
and was so hot that she thought it was going to explode. Her body twisted around
while her long hair swished over her shoulders as she tossed and bobbed her head
wildly. At the same time Laura rotated her ass in large circles, trying to give the dog the
maximum amount of friction and playing room as he hunched faster and faster in her
twitching, juicing snatch.
"GGGGNNNNUGN! HARDER! F-F-FASTER! OHHHHHH! N-N-NOOOOOO!
NNNOOOOO JESSSUS!" Laura cried out as she felt her gut knotting up like a piece of
tangled cable. The squishing of her cunt filled the room as Red drove and swirled and
churned his cock further and further into her hot hole. Laura could feel her fuck tunnel
growing wider and wider with the dog's humping as it tried to accommodate the large
knot at the base of his pointed prick. The woman groaned and screeched alternately,
squeezing her pussy muscles together occasionally. Then Red would whine desperately,
putting pressure on his forepaws and digging his toenails into her delicate skin as he
tried to pull his trapped cock out of her clutching, hot wet slash.
"OH, OH, JJJEEEEESUS!"
Laura bent her head down again and looked back between her jerking thighs. She could
see the dog's long red prick each time he pulled it out, glistening with her cunt juice.
His heavy, furry balls swung back and forth as he speared her white-hot box over and
over again. Laura wondered how much she could take.
"OH FUCK! OHHH, GGOOOOODD! MY GOD! YOU'RE MAKING ME COME!
FUCKIN' JEEESUS, YOU'RE MAKING M-M-MEEEE..."
Laura couldn't finish the sentence. Her throat went dry and contracted as her pussy
began to quiver and shake like an earthquake. She could feel the setter's cock inside her
pulsating hole. Laura squeezed her cunt muscles together again hard. She pulled and
tugged at the dog's plunging pecker, jerking her thighs first to the right, then to the
left, then forward, then pushing backward as she made Red dance all over the groaning
bed.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Laura cried out in mindless fury as she continued to pull at
Red's hot dick.
"UNNNNGHHHH! YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" the woman cried out again as she felt
rivers of hot saliva spill out of the setter's mouth and splash against her trembling
shoulders. Laura tossed her head more wildly than before, whipping her long hair
across her wrists as she felt her pussy grow tighter and tighter. She couldn't believe her
cunt muscles could screw up that hard. It was almost painful the way her twat was
clutching the setter's twitching cock. Laura closed her eyes tightly and clenched her
teeth as she felt that old, familiar hot knot explode suddenly deep in her gut and rocket
toward her animal-cock-violated snatch. It was the come she'd been praying for.
"Oooooooh!" Laura cried out at first, feeling as if a tidal wave had begun to sweep over
her clit. Then it came all at once, swelling suddenly into a series of breathtaking
contractions. The woman gasped in surprise, then broke into loud wails of
pleasure/pain as her twat seemed to blow apart.
"WAWWWWWWWWWHHHHH! WAWWWWWWWH! ARRRGHHHHH!
AIYEEEEE! OHHH HHH, NOOOOO! UNNNGHH! AWWWAAAWWWHHHHH!"
Laura cried out as she bucked, thrusted, heaved and thrashed back and forth on the
bed.
"FUCKER! FUCKER! FUCKER!" Laura screeched to the dog. It was all Red needed.
Her sudden come had driven him nearly over the edge. Now her cries of delight pushed
him into the pit. Laura felt his prick swell up even more, then tremble mightily as wads
of hot doggie jizz sprayed into her hole.
"AIYEEEE! ARRRRGHHHH! WAWWWWH! NNNGHHH! OH, NOOO! FUCK
ME, RED! OH GOD, FUCK ME!"
The setter whimpered and whined, firing the last of his cum into Laura's sucking pussy.
The woman groaned loudly again and again, loving the feeling of his hot, hairy body
sliding over her smooth skin. It was something that she'd never felt before. She loved
hair on a body. She loved that about Cliff – loved the way his stiff body hairs scraped
against her twitching tits. But this – this was incredible. His long hairs dragged along
her skin, rubbing her nerve-endings raw as he continued to whine, whimper, pump and
come into her pussy.
"OHHHH, THAT'S IT, BOY! KEEP IT COMING! KEEP IT C-CCOMMMIIINNNGGG!" Laura cried out as 
she felt another series of clit-tearing
contractions rip through her cunt. The two of them bucked and thrashed for what
seemed like hours. Finally Red had shot his full load. The animal lowered his head and
rested it for a few seconds on Laura's back. The woman almost collapsed to the bed.
She was completely exhausted and wanted to sleep. Then, as Laura felt Red's cooling
dog jizz ooze down from her violated snatch to the bed, Red started licking her back
and neck gratefully.
"Oh, that's okay, boy. Laura enjoyed it as much as you," she said in a high, baby-like
voice as she collapsed to the bed. Red pulled out of her almost immediately, jumping
down to the floor and trotting over to the corner. He lay down and licked his still
quivering cock as Laura turned her head to watch him.
"Just like a man," she said, smiling broadly at the licking setter. Then she remembered
Nancy.
"Shit! She'll probably be home soon!" Laura said as she rolled out of bed and smoothed
down the covers. She wanted to change the stained sheets, but decided that she just
didn't have enough time.
"Got to air out the room!" Laura muttered as she inhaled sharply and was almost
overcome by the stale smell of vaporized twat juice, sweat and dog cum.
After she opened the two windows, Laura ran to the bathroom and squatted down on
the stool, letting Red's cool cum ooze out of her snatch and splash down into the water
below. While she sat there, Laura tried to think of what she should say to Nancy. She'd
built up this kind of mother-daughter meeting in her mind for weeks. This was what
was needed to bring them back together again. If they could only sit down and talk
together for a while. Everything would be like it was. Laura sighed in fear and
expectation as she reached over and pulled some toilet paper from the roll and dabbed
her hairy crotch dry.


Chapter 4

Laura didn't know how long she'd been asleep. After she had washed Red's cum from
her stretched pussy, the woman had showered, dried off and turned on the television as
she waited for Nancy to come home. Somewhere around eleven Laura dozed off,
thinking alternately about Cliff's cock and Red's pointed prick. She pictured the husky
bar manager as he towered over her, dripping sweat and spittle on her thrashing body
as he ground his powerful, hairy groin against her raw pussylips.
Then there was Red – strong, sleek, hairy, and desperate to drive his unsheathed,
knotty cock up her twat. Laura groaned in her sleep as she pictured the streams of
doggie jizz that shot and sprayed up her snatch.
Suddenly Laura woke up with a jerk Red was barking wildly at the door.
"What's the matter, boy?" Laura asked as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.
"Don't! I said you couldn't – nooooo, don't! DON'T!" the woman heard Nancy scream
from the other side of the door.
"Oh my God!" Laura whispered hoarsely as she sat erect in the leather chair, terror
shooting up and down her spine. Her own daughter was getting raped at her doorstep!
"MMMMGFFFF! UNNNGHHHH!" Laura heard. Someone had his hand over the girl's
mouth. It sounded as if he were trying to drag her away from the door and down the
stairs.
"WHO'S THERE?" Laura cried out, shooting her eyes left and right in desperation to
find some kind of weapon to use.
"OHHHHHH!" Nancy cried out. Then Laura heard a heavy thud on the floor.
"Nancy? NANCY!" she screamed, jumping up quickly and grabbing a knife-shaped
paperweight as she tore the chain from the door-bolt and swung the door open.
"UNNNNGH!" the girl moaned as Laura nearly tripped over her outstretched body.
"Oh my God! My God!" Laura cried as she bent down to help her daughter to her feet.
The girl had obviously been in a violent struggle. Her blouse had been torn wide open
and her bra ripped off. Nancy's big titties hung freely out of her blouse while the crack
of her ass was visible from behind. Someone had tried to pull down her tight-fitting
jeans while sucking her tits.
"What happened?" Laura asked her as she looked up and down the hall for the man
who'd done this.
"Ohhhhh, I don't know," Nancy groaned, leaning heavily against her mother as she
staggered into their apartment.
Laura locked the door and helped the girl to the couch. Red sat near the coffee table,
whining and whimpering in sympathy as Nancy flopped down.
"Who did this to you?" Laura demanded as she wiped the perspiration off of Nancy's
face. There were several scratch marks across her neck, and black and blue marks on
her right arm.
"I don't know. I DON'T know!" the girl exclaimed. "I decided to walk back from
Donna's. It's a nice night, and I'm pretty careful. Anyway, I had this creepy feeling that
somebody was watchin' me. So, I started running for the building. At first I thought I
was just imagining things. But then when I opened the door, I saw this guy come
running across the street from the park," Nancy said as her face flushed with terror.
"Did you get a good look at him?" Laura asked.
"No. I was too scared. All I could think of was getting into the apartment as fast as I
could. I almost made it. But then I couldn't find the key in time," Nancy shuddered.
"That's when he ran up the stairs and came up behind me. Before I had a chance to see
what he looked like, he grabbed me from behind and started tryin' to take off my
clothes."
"I'm going to call the police," Laura said as she reached over for the phone.
"What good can they do?" Nancy said as she shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't even see
what the clown looked like."
"Maybe he's watching us now. If he sees the police here, he'll know we're fighting back
and not just waiting for him to hop over any time he wants to," Laura said as she dialed
the number for the Los Angeles Police Department.
"I think we're just wasting time," Nancy said resignedly as she pulled her turn blouse
together at the neck.
"And I'm going to call Cliff to see if he can come over," Laura said after she finished
phoning the police.
"What's HE going to do over here?" Nancy asked resentfully. Laura winced whenever
Nancy used that tone of voice toward Cliff. It was obvious that she suspected something
was going on between her mother and the bar manager.
"I'd just feel more comfortable with him over here, especially after what happened to
you, Laura said as she dialed the club phone number.
"It'd be better if Daddy were here," Nancy said, pouting as she examined the bruises on
her arm.
"Hello, Cliff? Listen, I'm sorry to call, but Nancy just got attacked outside my
apartment and I'm afraid that the guy might still be around," Laura blurted out over the
phone.
"Just sit tight, hon. I'll be right over," Cliff said in a strained voice.
"You just want to see him. You don't care shit about me!" the girl suddenly exploded.
"Nancy!" Laura cried out as she hung up the phone and ran over to her daughter.
"Don't believe that. It's not true!"
"Get away from me!" the girl ordered, pushing her mother nearly to the floor.
Laura backed off, realizing that Nancy was in no mood to reason now.
The police and Cliff arrived at about the same time. The two officers took Nancy's
statement while Cliff stood close to Laura, holding her tightly around the waist. She
didn't want Cliff to be so affectionate now. Besides the two officers ogling her, there
was Nancy, glancing at the two of them occasionally as she gave them her statement.
Finally the police left and Nancy got up and started off to her room.
"Well, it's been a full day, folks. I'm off to bed," Nancy said tiredly.
"Wait, honey. I thought we'd talk," Laura said as she broke away from Cliff and walked
toward her daughter.
"I'm too exhausted, Mom. Besides, I can see you've got better things to do," Nancy said
sharply, flashing an angry glance at Cliff before she slammed the door sharply behind
her.
"Oh Cliff. What am I going to do? She just won't listen to me," Laura said as her
shoulders sagged with disappointment.
"You need a drink," Cliff said huskily as he went over to the bar and poured Laura a
tall gin.
"I've tried everything imaginable. But whenever we start to get close, Nancy just runs
away. I'm worried about her, Cliff. I know she's – she's screwing around," Laura said
hesitatingly.
"With boys?" Cliff asked as he sat down next to her.
"I hope so," she said, giggling softly as she took a large gulp of liquor. Then her mind
flashed back to last night and earlier tonight. She and Red had made it. Maybe Nancy
was taking care of Red too.
"What I meant–" Cliff began.
"I know. It's just that she's so young," Laura said, taking another gulp of the gin.
"When did you start?" Cliff suddenly asked, looking hotly at her.
"Oh, that's different," Laura said, slurring her words a little. Was Cliff trying to get her
drunk? She began to feel that warm, familiar glow that booze gave her around her cunt.
She knew that if she kept on drinking, that glow would turn into a blazing forest fire.
And she knew just the hose to put it out.
"How so? The only difference is between you and Nancy. What you did isn't okay for
her to do, right? That sounds a little hypocritical," Cliff said as he reached over and
started stroking her long, black silky hair.
"My first time, hm?" Laura said as she rubbed the edge of the glass slowly across her
upper lip. "That was back, let's see, in high school," she said, smiling gently as her
mind flipped back.
"You were a late bloomer. Kids are sucking tit and fucking pussy in junior high today,"
Cliff said off-handedly.
"Well, we were a little more stand-offish in those days – you know the ones, when they
were still working on fire and the wheel?" Laura said, laughing giddily as she continued
her story. "It was a kid by the name of Homer Clapenbauer."
"What?" Cliff cried out, doubling over with laughter.
"You can laugh if you want, but good old Homer had a twelve-incher that could pop
cherries with a minimum of pain," Laura said with a smile.
"I guess you can't tell a guy by his name," Cliff said respectfully as Laura nodded in
agreement.
"Anyway, the two of us went out on a date one night after a late meeting of the school
paper staff. I wrote the music review, and Homer took care of the sports. Well, after we
stopped for a hamburger, we started for home in his car. Never got there in time,"
Laura said, taking another gulp of her drink.
"What happened?" Cliff asked, inching closer to her and sliding his right hand slowly
up her thigh. Laura knew what he was doing, but didn't care. The gin was getting to
her. Her pussy was beginning to blaze.
"Well," she continued, trying to keep her voice from shaking as she began to smell the
first whiffs of vaporized cunt juice floating up from between her legs. "There was some
beer in the car. We drove out to the beach and drank. It was in August and hot. Old
Homer suggested we go skinny dipping. I sat there getting drunk on beer and thinking
about the stories the girls used to tell about Homer's cock. I had to see it!" Laura said,
smacking her lips excitedly.
"I know what you mean," Cliff moaned hoarsely as he reached down with his other
hand and squeezed his bulging crotch.
"It didn't take Homer any too long for the big unveiling. We stripped down and ran
into the ocean. Damn! It was so Goddamned dark and he was so fuckin' fast that I
didn't see his dick!"
"Too bad," Cliff said consolingly, sliding his fingers under her robe and closer to her
steamy, furry mound.
"Mmmmmm! Then we got back to the car. That's when the action really started," Laura
said, squeezing her thighs tightly together, trapping Cliff's hand tightly between her
trembling legs.
"Knowing you, it must've been some pretty fuckin' hot action," the bar manager said
hoarsely.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssss," Laura whispered between clenched teeth, closing her eyes and
leaning her head against the back of the couch. "We were just sitting there, looking at
the stars. Christ, I was so hot for him. But he played hard to get," Laura said as she felt
Cliff's fingers start to toy with her tight cuntal lips.
"Hard to imagine," Cliff said, his mind not really on what she was saying as he started
working the slippery edges of her swollen labes together. His fingers slid easily up and
down the woman's quivering snatchlips, lubricated by the hot juice that bubbled freely
out from her hot hole.
"I know. But then even good old Homer couldn't stop himself. He started fingering his
cock. And Christ, I found out why the girls were giggling whenever they mentioned the
kid and his prick," Laura said as she squeezed her taut asscheeks together and hunched
her hips up slightly into the air. "I saw him get bigger and bigger as he pretended to
ignore me. Then bam!" Laura said as she pulled her cold, trembling hands up to the top
of her robe and tore it open.
"Shit!" Cliff said as her tits flopped out and swung lazily on her chest.
"It didn't take him too long to get into action," Laura continued as she reached down
and wrapped her fingers gently around Cliff's probing hand, working it in and out of
her steaming, squishy pussy like a dildo. "He was into me in no time flat, banging away
at my cherry until 'pop', it was gone.
"Why don't we do some popping of our own?" Cliff said huskily as he milked her
swollen labes together sensuously. Laura felt her clit spring up and throb wildly, beating
against her slick, sensitive pussy membranes like a bass drum.
"Oh, but Nancy!" Laura whispered as she opened her eyes and turned her head around
nervously.
"She's probably asleep by now," Cliff said as he worked his fingers around her fuck
tunnel like a butter churn. "Besides, she's got it in her own mind that we're going to
fuck around anyway. Why spoil her ideas?"
"I don't know," Laura hesitated. She wanted Cliff between her legs badly. But she didn't
want to anger her daughter any more than she already had.
"Why don't you check her then," Cliff said, pulling his fingers out of her hole and
holding them up to his nose. "Ummmmm," he crooned, holding them up to her face
after sniffing them. "Hot, boiling pussy juice! Don't tell me you don't want to fuck
around, babe," Cliff said softly.
"All right. All right, let me see if she's asleep," Laura said as she pulled her robe
together and staggered to her feet. As she started walking, she felt something hot, sticky
and wet start to trickle down her thighs. Cliff had a way of working a woman up to one
hell of a sexual heat!
"Nancy? Honey, are you asleep?" Laura asked softly as she opened her daughter's
bedroom door a crack.
She saw the girl lying under the covers with her head turned away from the door. Laura
sighed with relief. Nancy hadn't heard anything so far.
"She's gone for the night," Laura said, unable to fight down a smile that crept over her
face. "Great!" Cliff said, flashing a broad, sexy smile at her as he stood up and started
unbuckling his pants.
"Not here! Are you crazy?" Laura hissed as she watched him unbutton the top of his
pants and unzip his fly. With one quick motion the bar manager flipped out his semi
erect prick and started fingering it wildly.
"Hey, what's with the dog?" Cliff said as Red suddenly leaped from out of the kitchen
and started barking and whining at the man.
"Easy, boy. He's not going to do anything to hurt Laura," the woman said as she bent
down and scratched the animal lightly behind his pointed ears. At the same time
Laura's tits brushed against the setter's back. She had to suppress a gasp of excitement
as she felt her nipples twitch with pleasure.
"Your guard?" Cliff asked as he flipped his cock back into his pants.
"A couple of women need some kind of protection," Laura said as she slipped her hand
under the setter's belly and gave his still-sheathed prick a tiny tug.
"Hound of the Baskervilles," Cliff commented as he stretched out his hand and
motioned Laura to follow him.
"It's okay, boy. Just stay out here and guard Nancy," Laura said as she looked down
and noticed the red tip of Red's prick slipping out of his hairy sheath. She prayed that
Cliff didn't notice it.
"Come on!" the man urged.
Thank God! she thought to herself as she saw that all Cliff could think of was her
pussy.
"But for Christ's sake, we've got to be quiet. I don't want to wake Nancy up," Laura
said as she followed Cliff into her darkened bedroom.
"Can't guarantee that," Cliff said as he closed the door quietly behind them. "Now, give
me the same kind of show you gave Homer," he said, laughing softly as he started to
undress.
"That'll be hard to do," Laura said, slipping off her robe and standing in front of the
bar manager. The moonlight made her sleek body glow like white marble in the night.
"Jesus!" Cliff said, standing with his prick throbbing crazily in midair. He reached out
with his right hand and trailed the tip of his forefinger lightly along the full length of
her swollen right tit. Laura groaned as she felt him tickling her sensitive boob-flesh,
pushing his finger against the skin at one point, then moving it up until it scratched
against the hard, brown skin of her erect nipple.
"UNNNNNGHHHHH!" the woman cried out as she felt her pussy contract wildly. It
wanted Cliff's cock. It screamed for satisfaction.
"Oh, Laura," Cliff moaned, lurching forward and clamping his lips on top of hers.
"Don't – ohhhhhhh, nooooo!" she groaned as he slid off her mouth and started
tonguing her neck. His teeth cut at her chin and she opened her mouth hungrily. She
wanted to kiss him again – to dig her tongue back into his hot mouth.
"Baby! Baby!" Cliff moaned as he lapped at her delicate neck, trailing his tongue along
her naked shoulders.
"Kiss! Kiss!" Laura groaned as she felt Cliff's erect pole rubbing against her fluttering
labes.
"Shit! I've had enough of this teenage stuff," Cliff said as he stepped back and stripped
down in a few seconds. Laura staggered back to the bed while the bar manager pulled
off his socks and shoes, then dove in after her.
"Fuck me!" she cried out wildly there was something in the air – in the moonlight –
that made her scratch and claw at him like a wild animal. Maybe fucking with Red was
turning her into a true bitch!
"Fuck yourself!" Cliff said savagely as he pushed her roughly down onto the bed and
slid between her upturned thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Laura moaned, hunching her knees up until they flattened her mammoth
titties against her chest. He was going to eat her out! She loved it! She wanted to be
lapped at like Red tongued her. She closed her eyes and imagined a group of dogs and
men fighting one another to get their mouths around her cuntlips. She felt her box flare
up as the tip of Cliff's tongue poked teasingly against her clit.
"ARRRGHHH!" the woman cried out as Cliff's lips forced her pussylips apart. Her
chest heaved up and down as he moved his head from side to side to dig deeper and
deeper between her outer labes. She felt the bubbling cunt juice seep out from her
churning pussy as Cliff said his hands under her butt and started kneading the soft,
creamy ass skin.
"Yeah, babe," the bar manager groaned. He started licking deep into her cunt, rimming
the outer surfaces of her lips with the tip of his tongue while he drove his fingers closer
to her quivering, tight shithole.
"NOOOOOOO!" Laura protested loudly as she tried to squirm away from his probing
fingers.
"Shhhhh! Remember Nancy?" Cliff said as he pulled away from her drooling snatch.
"OHHH GODDDDDD!" Laura groaned, hunching her thighs up again as Cliff cupped
his mouth back over her musky, messy box. His tongue seemed like a little animal,
running frantically back and forth over her trembling pussylips. It probed into the
squishy, slick fuck hole, then darted out quickly, running up and down the inner edges
of Laura's aching outer labes. Then suddenly it was licking her small inner lips, poking
at the twitching skin while Cliff sucked hard, drawing out what seemed to be gallons of
pussy juice that vaporized almost immediately and filled the room with a sharp, musty
smell.
"AIYEEEEEE!" the woman shrieked as she felt her hair tangle around her neck and
ears. She dug at the sheets with her fingertips and tossed her head wildly. Laura was
turning into a wild sex machine whose only thought was fucking.
"Like it, babe? Like my licking?" Cliff said as he pulled back slightly and blew gently
through her juice-saturated, curly pussy hairs.
"OHHHHHH GODDDD!" Laura cried out. She'd had it with the licking bit. She
wanted cock now. She wanted Cliff to ram her pussy the way he did in the club the
other night. She wanted him to fuck her brains to the wall while her stiff, itching
nipples blew off her goose-fleshed, mammoth titties.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW, YOU BASTARD! RAM THAT FUCKIN' COCK OF
YOURS UP MY CUNT! YOU FUCKIN' SHITHEAD! ARRR GHHH!
WAWWWWHHH! NNNNGHHHH!! FUCK MEEE! F-F-FUUUUUUCCCKKK MM-MEEE-EEEE!"
"Jesus, you don't give a shit whether Nancy hears you or not," Cliff said as he pulled
back completely and watched Laura's contortions. He stroked his jerking, red prick,
using the drops of pre-cum that drooled out of his cock-slit as lubricant while he
reached forward and trailed his fingers lightly along the outer labes of Laura's fiery
pussy.
"FUCK NANCY! FUCK YOU! FUCK MEEEEEE!" the woman shrieked
uncontrollably.
"Oh yeah," Cliff said, suddenly lurching forward and wrapping his hands under her
heaving shoulders.
"OHHHHH!" Laura moaned as she felt the full length of Cliff's prick slide up and
down her hot slash. His cockhead drove against her asscheeks, poking up the tiny
crevice as his hands roamed freely over her flattened, twitching tits.
Laura fought for breath as the bar manager kissed her hard, sucking all the breath from
her lungs while he hunched forward with his powerful thighs. Laura almost lost
consciousness as she felt his prick throbbing against her inner lips. This was it! In a
second the aching, itching feeling that was tearing her pussy apart would stop. Cliff's
big dong would be buried inside her hot box, scratching that unbearable itch that was
driving her out of her mind now.
"Hey, what's this?" Cliff asked suddenly.
"Huh?" Laura grunted. She'd been ready for a fast fuck. Her teeth were clenched; her
eyes were closed; she'd taken a deep breath; and her snatchlips were spread apart as far
as she could get them. Suddenly a question. What was he playing?
"I asked you, what's this?" Cliff said as he held something in front of her face.
Laura opened her eyes and focused them on some object the bar manager held in his
right hand. Suddenly the woman realized what it was that had stopped Cliff.
"OH SHIT!" she said, flushing red with shame. He was holding her dildo.
"Well, if you won't tell me, I think I can take a stab at what this is used for," Cliff said,
smiling slightly as he examined the vibrator.
Laura couldn't believe it. His cock was still throbbing crazily against her snatchlips. She
could practically feel his hot jizz boiling and bubbling in his fuck sacs as they rested
against her partially upturned asscheeks. But the man seemed to be more interested in
examining that Goddamned plastic cock!
"Look, if you want to get fucked by that thing, fine! Just get off me and I'll find
somebody else to take care of me," Laura said a little disgustedly.
"Baby, I don't think the Washington Monument could really take care of you," Cliff
said, laughing loudly as he reached over and turned the vibrator on.
Laura didn't think Cliff's joke was all that funny and was about to jump off the bed and
leave him to play with his newfound friend. But then she heard the buzzing rip through
the still night air and felt her pussy fluttering faster than before.
"Now, what do you think we should do with this?" Cliff asked, lowering the vibrator
and trailing its quivering tip across her right nipple.
"AIYFEE!" Laura cried out as the vibrations poured through her tits and down her
chest. Her clit quivered violently in rhythm to the artificial cock.
"That's it, babe. I think I've got an idea," Cliff said huskily as he spat on the head of the
dildo.
"Wh-what are y-you going t-to do?" Laura stammered as she felt her speech
disappearing.
"Up we go," Cliff said, not answering her. Laura felt her legs thrown high in the air as
Cliff lunged forward. She felt him running the vibrator across her sweaty asscheeks,
poking her goose-fleshed buttocks with the dildo. Suddenly he was moving it upward,
trailing it across the lower end of her pussy.
"NOOOOOO!" Laura cried out as she felt her cunt contract more wildly than before.
He couldn't be wanting to finish her off that way! She wanted Cliff's prick shoved up
her snatch. She wanted to be fucked by a man, not a machine.
"Don't worry, Laura. I'll be careful," Cliff said as he moved the dildo higher and higher,
sliding its full length across her gaping slash.
"AIYEE! AIYEEE! AIYEEEEE!"
It was better than when she'd done it by herself. Cliff was firing up her box with his
fingers, churning them around and around, scraping her slick pussy membranes with
his fingertips while the vibrator buzzed angrily on top of her furry mound. Suddenly
Laura realized her entire body was becoming quivering jelly. Everything around her
disappeared. She became one big vibrating clit. Every nerve in her body became a sex
organ. She couldn't believe the feelings that had gripped her brain as Cliff continued to
run the dildo up, down, around and over her begging box.
"Okay, that game's over," Cliff said coolly as he slid the dildo down from her twat and
headed toward her asshole.
"OHHHHHH!" Laura cried out, suddenly realizing where the final resting place for the
vibrator was going to be. Cliff had no intention of bringing her off with the dildo. He
was going to fuck her ass with that plastic cock while he stuffed his prick up her snatch!
"Take it easy, Laura," Cliff said softly as she tried to buck herself off the bed. She'd
never been fucked in the ass before. Even her husband Byron hadn't done anything like
that.
"Don't – Don't fuck me there! It's gonna hurt," she whimpered as Cliff kept pushing
the dildo lower and lower.
"Don't be silly," Cliff said as he positioned the vibrator directly over her upturned
shithole. "It's gonna be a little rough at first. But just relax, and you'll start enjoying it,"
Cliff said as he spat one more time on his fingers, then rubbed the spittle across the
brown, puckered skin of her quivering shithole.
"NOOOOO! NOOOO! DON'T DO – ARRRGHHH! WAWWWHHH!
UNNNGHHH! WAWWWHHHH!" Laura cried out as she suddenly felt her ass ripped
apart by hot bolts of agony. Cliff had decided that the best way to get her into shithole
fucking was to drive the dildo into her gut as fast as he could.
"Relax, babe. Relax," Cliff crooned into her ear as he kept pile-driving the vibrator
deeper and deeper into her shit chute.
"TAKE IT OUT! ARRRRGHHHH! TAKE IT OUT!" Laura screeched. She'd never felt
anything like this before. It was as if her ass and belly were going to blow apart in some
violent explosion in any second. The pain was unbearable. She couldn't believe that
some people considered this incredibly pleasurable. All she could think of was the
excruciating pain that was racking her shithole.
"You're this far. Don't spoil it," Cliff said, finally burying most of the white dildo in 
her gut. He let it buzz away angrily without touching it for several seconds. He knew that
her sphincter muscles would gradually relax and accommodate the embedded plastic
prick.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHH!"
Laura's cries were becoming less and less furious. The woman was beginning to enjoy
what had happened to her. The vibrations were relaxing her ass muscles while at the
same time they were traveling to her clit, making it swell and throb again.
"Like it, Laura?" Cliff asked, noticing that her nipples were beginning to swell up and
twitch again.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss!" Laura moaned as she squeezed her ass muscles together and
actually tried to draw the vibrator further into her sucking gut.
"You're gonna get the fuckin' of your life!" Cliff grunted as he rubbed his prick rock
hard again.
"Fuck! Fuck!!" Laura cried out.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT! IT'S MY TURN NOW!" Cliff said heatedly as
he let go of the dildo and lowered her thighs slightly. Laura gasped as she felt the hot
tip of his pulsating prick bump against her swollen pussylips.
"ANNNNGH!" she groaned as Cliff positioned his cock directly over her parted pussy.
Before she knew it, his cock was sliding into her twat without any resistance. Her cunt
walls slipped over and closed around his thickly veined shaft, squeezing and crushing it
as they tried to pump the hot cum from his balls.
"OHHH, YESSS! OH FUCKIN' JEEESUS, YESSS!" Laura cried again and again as the
man's hot meat slid farther into her pussy. "ARRRGHHH! OHHHHHH!" she moaned
as he sucked at her tits, moving his lips around the hard brown flesh while his tongue
poked and slid over her taut nipples.
"SHIT! UNNNGH!" Cliff groaned as he rotated his hairy, powerful asscheeks in a
clockwise direction, churning his steel-hard cock around in Laura's squishy pussy. She
was rocketing fast to a hard climax. The dildo was turning her ass and cunt into silly
putty while Cliff's cock beat against her clit like a triphammer.
"UNNNGH! FUCK ME! OH SHIT! JAM THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH IN MY CUNT,
YOU FUCKER!" Laura cried out like a crazy woman. Cliff pumped back and forth
more furiously in her cunt, filling the room with loud sucking sounds. Laura arched her
back and threw her hips up, swallowing the full length of the bar manager's prick into
her cunt as Cliff reached down with his right hand and started sliding the dildo in and
out. He matched the two fuckings together, sliding his prick and the vibrator in and out
of her body at the same time.
"AIYEEE! AIYEEE!" Laura screamed out. Hot flashes of unspeakable delight shot across
from her ass to her cunt and back to her ass again. "FUCK MEEE! FUCK MEEEE!"
Laura cried out. She wanted this session to go on forever. She'd never felt this stuffed
and filled before. It had only happened in dreams. And now it was coming true in her
own bedroom!
"OHHHHHHH! SHIT! SHIT! GODDAMNIT!" Cliff groaned, grinding his hairy groin
against Laura's smooth asscheeks. She felt his fuck sack contract crazily as they rested
on her pussylips. Laura knew that the man was about to blow his wad. She could feel
his cock beginning to swell more and more in between her caressing, juicy cuntal walls.
"SHOOT IT NOW!" Laura cried out as she felt the first wave of orgasmic spasms
explode over her clit.
"N-N-NOW!" Cliff echoed her as his prick shook violently, then contracted as it sent
the first hot wad of jizz crashing down the throat of her pussy.
"AIYEEEEE!" Laura cried out, almost fainting from the spasms that were now racking
her pussy and shithole. Both ends were contracting as Cliff continued to blow his wad
into her sucking pussy.
Finally it was over. Laura collapsed almost into a coma as Cliff fell on top of her. She
knew she should take the vibrator from her asshole. But it felt soooo good in there,
especially with the man's softening prick still stuffed up her twat. A few more seconds
surely wouldn't matter.


Chapter 5

"Ummmmm, do you have to go?" Laura asked as Cliff pulled his flaccid cock out of her
slackened pussy.
"Sorry, babe. But all your daughter would have to see is me walking out of your room
in the morning. It'd be all over between you two. And I wouldn't have a chance with
her," Cliff said as he stood up and started pulling up his slacks.
"You're still hoping to be a father to her, aren't you?" Laura asked as she propped her
head up on her arm.
"If somebody else will let me," Cliff said as he buttoned up his shirt and looked hotly at
Laura.
"We've been all through that, Cliff," Laura said, sighing deeply as she rolled over and
pulled out the dildo. "And I'd better turn this fucker off," she said, turning the knob
and stopping the vibrations.
"Look, all we have to do is try to take Byron's case to court. Maybe under the
circumstances, they'd declare him legally dead. Then we could–" Cliff started.
"Then we could start to have a real problem on our hands," Laura said, biting her
fingernails nervously. "Look, Cliff," she went on, "I didn't even say I'd marry you if I
found out Byron were dead in the first place."
"Oh," the manager said, looking a little hurt.
"You're a good man, Cliff. But I haven't given marriage much of a thought. There's
Nancy. She's all I've got, and I don't want to lose her. God only knows it's hard enough
now. What would happen if I were to marry you. She'd never forgive me!" Laura said,
feeling herself close to crying.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry I brought it up," Cliff said angrily as he pulled on his shoes and
started for the door.
"Be careful. Don't wake up Nancy," Laura said as Cliff opened the door.
"I should open her eyes a little and drag her into this room now," Cliff said bitterly as
he stalked out of the bedroom.
Laura sighed, then got up and walked into the living room. Cliff had just let himself out
of the apartment, and she had to lock up. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Laura?" the voice at the other end of the line asked.
Her heart skipped a beat! It was Byron! She was almost positive of it.
"Wh-who is this?" she stammered.
"Come on, honey. You know who this is. It's your long-departed husband," Byron
chuckled at the other end of the line.
Laura couldn't believe it. Her skin crawled and tingles shot up and down her spine.
"What – what are you doing–" Laura began.
"Alive? What do you think?"
"Oh Christ! You call, and you're playing games with me? Don't you know I've been
going crazy trying to figure out what happened to you. And Nancy? Do you know what
you're little disappearing act has done to your own daughter?" Laura said, almost
shouting into the phone. Now that the initial shock was over, she began to get angry.
She could understand if her husband had been found dazed and living like some hermit
in the mountains. Amnesia can do that sort of thing. But Byron sounded fit and happy.
He was even laughing at her! What kind of sick game had he been playing this past
year?
"I know, and I'm sorry about that. But listen, I had to get away from you two. I can't
explain over the phone now, but you'll understand why when I tell you," Byron said.
"Well, at least Nancy will come around now that she knows her father's alive," Laura
said with relief. If nothing else, there was one good thing about this call. "No! I don't
want you telling anybody else that I'm alive. Not yet," Byron said nervously.
Laura could tell that something was wrong. Something told her that he was in serious
trouble. What had he done? She couldn't imagine her husband getting into any trouble
with the authorities. What was he so nervous for? He actually sounded frightened.
"But Nancy–" Laura kept insisting.
"I know. But you can't tell even her. Listen, you'll find out why soon enough. Then
you'll understand. Besides, it won't be that long before we're together again. Now, I've
got to hang up, honey. I'll call you again soon."
"Byron! Byron!" Laura cried out into the phone. But he'd already hung up. "My God!"
Laura cried out to herself as she sank to the couch. Was it a local call? Where was he
calling from? Why did he call? All these questions ran through her mind as the receiver
dangled from her right hand.
Suddenly Laura was aware of moaning sounds coming from Nancy's bedroom.
"Nancy," she said automatically, wondering what could be going on in there.
Then Laura thought of the man who'd tried to rape her daughter in the hall. He must
have sneaked in! She wheeled around and saw the window over the fire escape It was
wide open! She'd locked and bolted the living room door, but kept the window open.
Any dummy could have climbed into the apartment without much trouble. That man
could be in there right now, fucking her daughter.
Quickly Laura tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear against it.
"OHHHH! OHHHHH!" the girl cried out.
"Nancy?" Laura called out again, but still no answer.
Laura looked around and saw the paperweight shaped like a knife resting on the desk.
She picked it up and held it tightly in her right hand as she opened the door.
"My God!" Laura cried out as she almost dropped the paperweight in shock. Nancy was
moaning all right, but it wasn't because someone was raping her. Apparently, Laura had
been right in guessing that Big Red had had his cunt-licking training somewhere.
"YESSSS! OHHHH, YESSSSS!" Nancy groaned as she reached down and wrapped her
hands around the setter's head. Laura watched in horror as the dog nuzzled his snout
deeper into her daughter's juicing cunt. The girl was rocking back and forth in ecstasy,
jabbing the animal's nose in and out of her twat like a thick, furry dildo. Her titties
gleamed in the bright moonlight as she dug her head into the pillow and ground it
from side to side.
"MMMMMMM! GOOOOODDD!" Nancy cried out as her erect clit came into contact
with Red's cold nose. Laura could see the shivers of pleasure that tore through the girl's
cunt, then through her entire body as the dog backed away slightly and started licking
her slash. His tongue slurped noisily in the night as he whined and whimpered in
excitement.
"Ohhh, yessss. There, boy!" Nancy crooned softly. "There you go. Lick off Nancy, boy.
Lick her off good," the girl crooned.
Laura still stood in the doorway, not sure what she should do. If she broke in, God only
knows what Nancy's reaction would be. Defiance? Hate? Horror? She didn't want to
think about it. She could always back out of the room and close the door quietly behind
her. But then the girl might see her leaving. Besides, Laura felt her own pussy
beginning to tighten up as she watched her daughter getting licked off by the setter.
"AHHHH! AHHHHH!" Nancy cried out, burying her mouth in the pillow as she tried
to stifle her screams. It was obvious that she didn't want her mother to know what was
happening in her room.
Laura watched hypnotized as Red's snout buried itself it Nancy's wiry pubic hair. The
girl seemed to be driving the dog's nose up her snatch as far as she could jam it.
"OHHHHHH, RED! RRREEEDDDD! OH GOD, THAT FEEEELS SOOOO GOOD!
UMMMMM... ARRRGHHH! JEEEEESUS!"
Laura could tell that orgasm was about to grip her daughter. She had to get out of that
room if she stayed any longer she was going to fall to the floor from sexual faintness,
and it would be all over.
Slowly the woman backed away and closed the door behind her just as her daughter
screeched, gripped in the throes of coming.
"Oh my God!" Laura said, putting her hands to her head and shaking it back and forth.
What a night this was! First her "dead" husband calls. Then she finds out that her
daughter has a thing for the family pet!
Christ! Laura thought to herself as she thought of Red's jerking pecker. She guessed
that Nancy was going to take care of it before the night was through. Even though her
own cunt had been so recently stuffed with Cliff's prick, Laura felt a need for a dog's
cock up her snatch.
The hell with it! Laura thought to herself as she ran her cold, shaking fingers through
her hair. She suddenly felt like another person as she threw off her robe and looked
through the closet for her winter coat.
"Ohhhhhh!" Laura could hear Nancy groaning faintly through the door as she threw on
the coat and started out to the living room. She was going to walk through the park at
night, looking for stray dogs to lick her off. She knew it was crazy, but she couldn't
think of anything else to do. Laura suddenly felt like an old prostitute, walking the
streets at all hours looking for hot cock.
"Bad dog! Bad dog!" Laura heard coming from Nancy's bedroom. "You're not supposed
to fuck me!" the girl said, opening the door suddenly and throwing Red out of her
bedroom. "Now you get in there and behave yourself. I'm going to bed," Nancy said as
she shook her finger at the whining setter, then closed and locked her door.
So, her daughter hadn't taken up animal fucking yet. For some reason, Laura was
relieved. She was also relieved because she didn't have to go out trolling for dogs now.
There was Red, panting heavily in the middle of the living room. He'd just gotten
through licking off some hot, juicy teenage pussy and thought he'd finish up with a
little cunt-ramming for his own. Surprise! The teenage pussy had decided that licking
was enough, and he could figure out how he could satisfy himself. Laura licked her
lower lip excitedly as she watched the setter shake from frustration.
"Come here, boy. Old Laura won't disappoint you," the woman crooned as she
shrugged off her coat and squatted down on the floor.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried out, losing her balance and falling back as Red jumped up on
her excitedly. He was looking for a hot cunt, and he'd found it.
"In! IN!" Laura panted breathlessly as she slid on her ass into her bedroom, closing the
door quietly with her feet. She didn't even have time to crawl up to the bed. Red was
too anxious to get on with his fucking to let her get away. The dog wagged his big tail
with excitement as he watched Laura hike her legs over her head. Almost immediately
his snout went to her crotch to sniff, and she rubbed his head slowly with her right
hand. Laura felt her clit swell almost immediately and rise while the smell of her cunt
juice was driving the dog to lick her faster and faster.
"Like the taste of that juice and old cum, huh, boy? Like Cliff's cum and my juice?"
Laura said in a baby voice as she felt her nipples poking up from her tits.
Laura's breathing became uneven as she felt the big Irish setter lapping at her cunt.
That old familiar tongue! Cliff's tongue was incredibly great! But there was something
about that dog's – something basic and big that satisfied her pussy the way no human
tongue could.
Without warning, Red suddenly stopped licking her snatch and jumped forward, trying
to mount her.
"No, not yet, boy," Laura said as she reached up and pushed him back down. She
guided his mouth back to her cunt. She felt she had plenty of time to kill before
morning.
Red whimpered disappointedly, then went back to his licking. Laura guessed that he felt
cheated again. He was probably thinking that this was another broad who was going to
get her kicks with his tongue, then run away after she'd come. Laura smiled to herself,
because she knew this wasn't the case with her.
"OHHHHHHH!" Laura cried out as she reached up and squeezed her tits. She ground
her asscheeks together and heaved her thighs up in wild ecstasy.
"OHHH, YESSSS, BOY! Faster! Faster for Laura!"
Laura moved her thighs back and forth, up and down as Red whined and growled in
her crotch. She reached down between her legs and grabbed his thick cock, slowly
jerking it back and forth as she felt her pussy muscles tightening.
"Easy, boy, easy," Laura said, pushing him gently away. She was amazed she was
reaching another climax. Cliff had just gotten through fucking her. How could her
pussy suddenly get so aroused? Was she becoming some kind of nymphomaniac?
"ARRRGHHH! OH, NOOOOO!" Laura groaned. She didn't want to come this way.
As soon as she wrapped her slender fingers around the dog's knotty prick, she knew
that the only way to blow her load was to have Red's prick stuffed in her, sliding on the
surface of her hot box made slick by Cliff's coming.
"God, you love it when Laura plays with your cock, right? How would you like it
jammed in my pussy?"
Red seemed to understand her, and tried to mount the moaning woman again.
"No, not that way. I'll play bitch with you," she said softly, rolling over on her stomach
and propping herself up on the carpet on her knees and elbows. Laura looked back and
saw the wet, red cock sticking out of the sheath. It was ready to slam into her exposed
snatch.
"Now, Red, now!" she commanded. Laura felt a sudden fire and explosion rip through
her pussy. She needed that animal's cock to put out the flames.
"For God's sake!" she groaned. Red took just one sniff of her cunt, then jumped up and
mounted her, wrapping his big furry paws around her heaving belly. He started jabbing
his cock until the furry sheath was peeled all the way back off his cock.
Red paused for a few seconds. Laura heard him breathing unevenly and wondered what
was the matter. Just as she bent her head to look through her pendulous tits she felt the
animal go back to his fucking, this time jabbing his cock right up her snatch. In one
easy movement, Red slid his prick all the way up her cunt.
"Oh yes, yes, Red!" Laura gasped as the dog started fucking her seriously. She
wondered why Byron had never tried this position before. She thought it was more
exciting than the usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top position.
"UMMMMM!" Laura groaned as she pictured Red behind her. His cock, she knew, was
swelling more and more as he drove it harder against her swollen, red pussylips. She
loved the hot, hairy feel of the setter's heaving belly on her back. Her cunt sucked hard
at the dog's churning prick.
"OHHH, NOOOOO!" Laura suddenly cried out as she realized that Red was shooting
his load into her. Her snatch still itched, ached for prick. She wasn't even close to
orgasm.
"Don't, don't do this to me, boy!" Laura cried out in frustration as the dog growled
loudly, shooting more and more hot wads of his cum into her snatch.
"OH, FUCK! SHIT, RED!"
Laura wanted the dog to stay with her all night. She couldn't imagine going to bed
now. Her pussy was trembling too much and was too hot for sleep. She squeezed her
pussy together, milking the last drops of jizz from the animal's contracting balls as she
hoped he'd stay with her. Laura knew she could make him hard again, if only he would
keep his prick inside her pussy for a few more minutes.
"Mother? Mother, are you up?" Nancy called from the other side of the door.
Damn! If there was one time she didn't want to see her daughter it was now.
"Yes, dear. Just a minute, I'll be right there," Laura said between tightly clenched teeth.
"Under the bed, boy," Laura said softly as she pulled forward and yanked free of the
animal's prick. "That's it, under the bed," she said, staggering to her feet and wrapping
her robe around her body.
"What's wrong, Nancy?" Laura asked a little angrily. Her daughter was standing a few
feet in front of her with her arms crossed tightly across her tits.
"You were watching me, weren't you?" the girl said. For the first time Laura realized
that the girl wasn't wearing anything.
"What?"
"I said, you were watching me. Me and Red. You were standing in my bedroom
doorway, watching him lick me off," Nancy said evenly, looking her mother right in the
eye.
Laura knew that Nancy was pressing for some kind of showdown right now. But she
couldn't figure out what kind.
"All right, yes, I was watching you," Laura admitted, taking a large breath to try to calm
herself down.
"Why didn't you say anything?" the girl asked, still looking Laura straight in the eye.
"Well, what you do is your own business. You're old enough to make your own
decisions. If you want to make it with the dog, that's your business," Laura said as she
heard Red whimpering softly from under the bed.
"What's that?" Nancy asked as she looked around her mother's side toward the bed.
"I didn't hear anything," Laura said, swallowing hard as Nancy pushed past her and
walked into the bedroom.
"Well, look who's under the bed," the girl said, bending and reaching down as Red
poked his snout out from under the bed.
"How did he get–" Laura began.
"Oh come on, Mother. I was standing at the door listening to you. I could figure out
what was going on. Jesus! I could hear you through my own door. At first I thought
somebody broke in and was trying to kill you or something. I see now..." Nancy said,
then stopped as she continued to stroke the setter's ears.
"Well, maybe we should have a little talk right here," Laura said evenly. Suddenly she
felt a new strength sweep over her. She felt she could talk with her daughter now and
help her.
"Why talk? I mean, you know I've been making it with the dog – although I've got to
admit, I haven't let him fuck me. You're one up on me there," Nancy said as she pulled
the setter out from under Laura's bed and rubbed his pointed snout against her titties.
"There's nothing so terrible about fucking a dog," Laura said defensively. "It's certainly
less emotionally sticky than messing with boys," the woman said pointedly.
"I've only made it with boys twice," Nancy blurted out, then covered her mouth with
both hands.
"So," Laura said, feeling a sharp pang of guilt. She'd pretty much guessed that Nancy
wasn't a virgin. What girl past fourteen was these days? But Laura had hoped that the
girl would have confided in her. Well, with the death of Byron, Nancy had closed
herself off to nearly everybody, including her mother.
"What are you going to do? Cry? Beat the walls? Everybody fucks today. God only
knows, you're not anybody who should be pointing a finger," Nancy said defensively.
"I'm not going to say anything to you," Laura said, watching how Red was beginning to
nose Nancy's twat again. "You're a big girl. As for my own life, it's just that – my own
life. If you can do anything you want, why can't I?"
"But Daddy!" Nancy said wildly.
"Your father's dead!" Laura said. Then suddenly she felt a wave of nausea sweep over
her when she remembered the phone call. Maybe someone was trying to play a sick
joke on her? No, that was Byron's voice all right.
"I don't care. I don't believe it," Nancy said. "He just disappeared a year ago. You can't
go out and do anything. I mean, when you're single it's okay. But when you're married,
you're not supposed to," Nancy said.
Laura smiled at the girl's set of double standards.
"I thought everybody in your generation's supposed to be so hip. But you're more old
fashioned than I was at your age," Laura said as Red jammed his snout suddenly into
Nancy's crotch.
"UNNNGH!" the girl cried out, falling back onto the floor and spreading her legs wide
apart.
"Ever been fucked by a dog?" Laura asked Nancy, who was trying to push Red away
from her pussy.
"No, and I don't want to start now," Nancy said weakly as Red started to lap
desperately at her pussy. Laura had guessed right. The setter was hard now – only a few
minutes after he'd blown his hot load up her snatch.
"Why not? I'll be right next to you, helping you along. It'll be a lot of fun, Nancy. If
nothing else, maybe it's what we need to bring us together," Laura said seriously.
"Oh, I don't know," her daughter said, slowly giving in to her idea.
"Come on. It won't be nearly as bad as your first time with a boy," Laura said, reaching
over and stroking her daughter's long, blonde hair. She was ashamed of the sudden
tingle in her crotch. Was she turning into a dyke too – with her own daughter yet?
Why not? God only knows she'd been doing all sorts of sexual things in the past few
days she'd never dreamed of doing before. Why not having sex with her own daughter?
"It won't hurt?" Nancy asked nervously as dog spit oozed down her spread thighs.
"Come on," Laura said, winking at her daughter as she pulled her up and toward the
bed.


Chapter 6

"Okay, boy. Come on up here, Red. Come on," Laura said as she pulled Nancy onto
the bed and patted the area next to her trembling daughter.
"I'm scared!" the girl wailed.
"So was I my first time," Laura said consolingly is the big Irish setter barked happily,
then leaped up onto the squeaking bed. Laura reached out and touched the animal's
cock. Almost instantly she felt it stiffen under her grasp and slide out of its hairy
sheath. Laura started milking it gently, running her fingers around and up and down its
slick, smooth surface. Then she tugged at his prick gently, pulling it toward Nancy's
snatch.
"Okay, honey. Just get on those hands and knees. I'll take care of the rest," Laura said.
"I don't know," the girl said as she rolled over and got into the bitch position. Laura
could tell from the heat she felt coming from Nancy's twat that the girl wanted Red's
cock a lot more than she was letting on.
"Just relax," Laura said as she led Red closer to Nancy. Suddenly the dog barked loudly,
then leaped up and placed his large forepaws on Nancy's back.
"STOP HIM! STOP HIM, PLEASE, MOM!" Nancy protested as she felt the dog's hot,
pointed cockhead jabbing against her tight, quivering cuntlips.
"Take it easy, honey," Laura said as she started rubbing the dog's hot prick up and
down her daughter's swollen cuntlips. Slowly she poked the prickhead gently between
the labes and watched as Nancy arched her back in disgust.
"TAKE IT OUT!" Nancy screamed, swaying from side to side. Laura held her steady
with one hand while Red slammed his prick deep into Nancy's pussy.
"WAWWWWWHHH! UNNNGHHHHH!"
Laura wondered what the neighbors must be thinking. She began to think that letting
Red fuck her daughter had been a mistake. Maybe it was too early for the girl to get
initiated into this sort of thing.
Then she saw that Nancy's wailing was taking on a new tone. The fear and hurt had
gone out of her voice and was replaced by a growing sense of lust and desire. Laura
released Red's cock and began to strum her swollen clit as she watched her daughter
work herself up to a fever pitch.
Nancy had started reacting almost immediately to Red's hunching. She heaved her
thighs off the stained bed sheets in time to the setter's wild pumping. Laura looked
down and gasped as she watched Red's hanging, furry balls sway back and forth with
each hunch.
"OH, WOW!" Nancy gasped as Red started humping faster and faster. Laura watched
in delight as the dog slammed his knotty, unsheathed prick into the young girl's cunt.
His balls now slapped furiously against her upturned ass with every forward thrust.
"FUCK! FUCK! OHHHH, FUCKIN' JEEEESUS! PUNCH IT, RED! OHHH, GOD,
FUCK MEEEEE!"
Laura was amazed at how quickly her daughter took to animal fucking. She stopped
strumming her swollen clit and got up on her knees, sliding to Nancy's side until she
was even with Red's haunches.
"Can you take on both of us, boy?" Laura whispered huskily. She grabbed the dog's
head and pulled it gently forward until it was embedded between her flushed, swollen
tits. The dog hungrily lapped at her taut nipples while he continued to ram Nancy's
violated, twitching young cunt.
"Lick me, boy, lick me!" Laura cried out softly as she stood up and swung her left leg
around Nancy. She shoved her juicing cunt into Red's snout and looked down to watch
the setter's fucking.
"Ohhh, lick me off!" Laura cried out. Almost instantly the dog obeyed.
"UMMMGH! OHHH, YESS, BOY! OHHH, THAT'S GOOD! OHHHHHH, RIGHT
THERE! ARRRGHHH! WAWWWWHHH! OH, LICK MY CLIT!"
Laura felt the dog's tongue slip inside her spasming cunt. She looked down and saw the
setter slide his prick into her daughter's steaming pussy.
"OHHH, FUCK! FUCK!" Nancy cried out.
"UMMMMMMMM!" Laura moaned as the dog's fucking excited her. She loved to
watch the animal's cock ram her daughter's snatch while his tongue probed and sloshed
over her fuck hole. Laura squirmed, contracting her shithole and pussy as she reached
down and shoved Red's snout deeper into her snatch.
"OHHH, RED! FUCK HER! FUCK HER GOOD! LICK MEEEE! OH THERE,
RIGHT TTTHHHERRRE!"
Laura felt the setter's tongue slide across her swollen, twitching clit. Her legs quivered
violently, and she thought she was going to collapse on top of Nancy's bucking,
swaying body as she felt an explosive climax building up in her knotted gut.
"UNNNGH! FUCK! OHHH, SHIT! I'M COMING!" Nancy cried out from between
her legs.
Laura looked down and saw her daughter's face. It was flushed and contorted with pain
and ecstasy. She knew that the girl was about to blow her load.
"OHHHHHH!" Laura cried out herself, clamping her trembling legs against Red's
humping sides as she reached up and squeezed her huge tits between her fingers. She
pinched her itching nipples as she felt her own clit exploding.
"ARRRGHHHH! WAWWWHHHHH! OH, NOOOOOO!" Nancy shrieked as the
first orgasmic wave blew over her throbbing, beating clit. "OHHHHH, FUCK! FUCK!"
Laura cried out as Nancy twisted and bucked against her ankles. Suddenly she felt her
own orgasmic contractions rip across her snatch.
"Oh God, Red, I can't STAND IT! I CAN'T! I CAN'T!" Laura cried out as she lowered
her hands and clamped them around the dog's head. She jammed his pointed snout all
the way into her spasming cunt. The dog yelped at the sudden move and tried to open
his mouth in protest. But Laura's contracting cunt was like a soft, fleshy vise that
clamped the animal's jaws shut.
"OHHH, SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!" Laura moaned as the last spasm broke across her twat.
She let the dog's head go and fell to her knees as Red leaped off the bed and cowered in
the corner. He'd never taken on two bitches before.
Laura looked between her legs and saw Nancy's wet cunt oozing the dog's jizz from
between its lips.
"That wasn't so bad, was it, honey?" Laura asked as she reached forward and stroked
her daughter's hair.
"Ooooooooo!" Nancy groaned as she collapsed on her stomach and rolled slightly back
and forth.
"Was it better than boys?" Laura asked.
"Mmmmmm, I don't know," Nancy said, looking up at her mother. "Do you like it
better than with men?"
"I haven't had that many men to make any kind of comparison," Laura admitted. "Let's
just say it depends," she said, stepping over her daughter.
"I'd better take a shower," Nancy giggled as she rolled off the bed and minced toward
the bathroom, squeezing her cuntlips together to keep the doggie jizz inside her pussy
until she reached the toilet.
Laura looked at her daughter in amazement. She couldn't stand her mother fucking
other men. But with dogs? It was a big mystery to Laura why her daughter had that set
of double standards.
Kids! she thought to herself as she heard Nancy turn on the shower.
* * *
The next day Nancy ate her breakfast without looking up once at her mother. It was as
if she wanted to forget what had happened between them that night.
"You'll be late for school, honey," Laura finally said, trying to think of some topic she
could talk about with her daughter.
"I know what I'm doing," the girl said sullenly as she finished up her cereal, then got
up slowly and walked to the door.
"Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?" Laura asked.
Nancy smiled cruelly from the doorway.
"You've got the dog. What do you need me for?" the girl asked as she walked out of the
apartment.
A flash of anger and guilt shot through Laura. Who was that little snot to go around
throwing insinuations like that at her? As she remembered it, Nancy hadn't been all
that reluctant on the sheets a few hours ago. Granted, Laura had been the one who led
her up to the bed. From that point on, though, Nancy had taken the lead. Besides,
she'd probably been letting Red lick her off a hell of a lot longer than he'd been
slurping at Laura's cunt.
Laura began to wonder if Nancy needed psychiatric help. God knows she didn't have
that kind of money. Maybe she could borrow some from Cliff.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone. Suddenly Laura's thoughts flashed
back to Byron. Was he calling her again to tell her where he'd been the past year?
"Laura? Byron again," the voice at the other end of the line said breathlessly. "Listen,
don't ask questions. Just meet me on the corner of Sunset and Highland at three o'clock
this afternoon. It's important, babe. And don't let anyone know where you're going or
why," Byron added.
"But–" she began.
"I can't talk anymore," he said, hanging up quickly.
Laura sat down on the couch thoroughly confused. What was the big mystery? She
suddenly felt as if she were acting in some kind of James Bond flick.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out as she heard scratching at the front door. At first Laura
thought that somehow Red had walked out with Nancy and was trying to come back
in. Then she saw the dog trot out of the bedroom and stop in front of the door, his ears
pricked up and his lips drawn back in a snarl.
"Who's there?" Laura asked nervously as Red started barking wildly.
The scratching continued, this time followed by the knob turning.
"Who's there?" Laura cried out again, jumping up and running to the door. She slid the
chain into the bolt, then stood away from the door as whoever was on the other side of
it kept trying to get in.
"I've got a gun!" Laura cried out, hoping to fool whoever was there. "I swear I'll use it if
you don't say anything. Now get away before I call the cops!" Laura said.
The sounds stopped. Then she heard footsteps running away from her apartment.
"Hey, what the–" she heard someone cry out in the hall followed by a loud crashing
sound. Laura ran to the door and pressed her ear to it. When she was satisfied that no
one was behind it, she opened it slightly and peeked out into the hall. The building
janitor was sprawled across the carpeting.
"Mr. Bailey!" Laura cried out as she unbolted the door and ran to his side. "What
happened?"
The old man held his head in both hands and looked at her a little dazed.
"Don't rightly know. I was comm' up the stairs when this big fella comes tearing down
the hall and bumps into me. Christ, thought I was hit by a freight train!" Mr. Bailey
said confusedly.
"What did he look like?" Laura asked.
"He was a big guy. Black hair – oh yeah, he had a big scar down his right cheek. I
remember seeing that just before I hit the floor," the old man said.
"Oh, God!" Laura cried out, feeling her skin crawl with fear. It was the same man
who'd been watching her at the bar.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Vinter?" the janitor asked as he staggered to his feet.
"No, no. It's just that somebody tried to get into my apartment a few minutes ago. It
might've been him," Laura said as she headed back to the door.
"Well, ought to call the police, you know," the old man drawled.
"No, I don't think so. There's not much they could do," the woman said as she walked
into her living room and closed the door behind her. "Oh God!" Laura moaned again,
spinning around and bolting her door quickly. If she had a shovel she would have dug a
moat around her apartment that instant. Who was that man? Why was he trying to
break into her apartment? Was he the same one who tried to rape Nancy the night
before?
Laura's head spun around like a merry-go-around as she tried to think of why someone
was doing this to her.
"No, boy. I don't want to fuck now," Laura said as Red turned around and started
trotting over to her. At any other time she would have been out of her robe and down
on all fours, her ass wriggling in the air like a battle banner. Now, all she could think of
was her husband's strange call and the person who was trying to get at her and her
daughter.
The hours dragged by as Laura watched the clock all day. She tried reading, cleaning,
even tried to jerk herself off with the dildo. But her heart pounded too fast with terror
for her to think of anything else except the coming meeting with her husband.
At two-thirty Laura got dressed, locked up her apartment and drove down to
Hollywood, thinking of what she'd say to the man who'd married her so long ago and
then had left her. Laura finally decided that she'd let him do most of the talking. After
all, he was the one who'd deserted her.
Just as she was parking the car on Highland and getting out, Laura spotted Byron.
"OHHHHHHH!!" she cried out, forcing a scream back down on her throat. He was
wearing a heavy beard and mustache, but she could tell it was her husband. He looked
more handsome than she remembered as he ran for the car.
"Hi, babe. Come on, let's go somewhere where I can talk with you," Byron said as he
tore open the door and jumped in. Laura instinctively looked around to see if someone
was watching them. Something in the way her husband looked and talked told her that
he was running away from someone.
"Where–?" Laura started to ask him as she slid back into the car and shut her door.
"Please, Laura. Don't ask me any questions now," Byron said, turning around and
looking anxiously behind him. "Just get out of here fast."
"Where to?"
"Griffith Park. I think we can be alone there," Byron said as he motioned her to get
going.
Laura's heart pounded wildly as she pulled out of her parking space and headed east to
the park. She kept checking her rear-view mirror to see if anyone was following her.
Byron seemed not to even notice or care that she was next to him. All he seemed
concerned about was whether he'd shaken anyone who had been following him.
"Can't you tell me what you're running from?" Laura asked as she drove into the south
entrance of the park. She couldn't believe the change in her husband. His formerly
strong, confident manner was gone. He was more handsome now with his beard and
mustache; but his attitude had seemed to grow ugly. He was nervous. Something about
the way he sat and even talked irritated her.
"Pull up this path," Byron said, pointing to a narrow dirt road that turned off the
highway. "It's a path that goes around the golf course. We should be alone there."
Laura drove the car about a half-mile down the path, then stopped in a grove of
Eucalyptus trees.
"All right, we're alone, Byron. Now, suppose you tell me what this is all about? What
are you doing–" Laura began.
"Living?"
Her husband looked at her, then broke out laughing.
"I don't think that's funny. You were giggling like some teenager on the phone a couple
of nights ago too. If you only knew what all this has done to your daughter!" Laura
cried out angrily, then bit her lip as she started to cry.
"Hey, I'm sorry, honey. But I couldn't help it," Byron said, leaning over and stroking
her hair lightly. Laura opened her eyes and let the tears stream over her flushed cheeks
as she took a good look at her husband. His blond hair had grown much longer and
now hung down to his collar. His beard was almost a dark brown, while his mustache
was almost the color of his hair. Laura had to admit that she felt sexually attracted to
her husband, even though she disliked his apparently different personality.
"What's this all about?" Laura sobbed softly. Byron sighed, then wrapped his hands
tightly around Laura's waist and drew her to him.
"If you only knew how much I've missed you," he said, running his hands over her
bulging tits. Laura gasped as she felt his powerful fingers slide into her blouse and
stroke her tight, erect nipples. "You've missed me too. I can tell, babe. But I had to get
out. The police would've gotten me if the others didn't."
"What police? What are you talking about?" Laura cried out as she pulled away from
her husband.
"We'll talk about that later," Byron said, reaching out and pulling Laura against his
body again.
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" she asked nervously, almost positive that he was.
Laura tried to keep a cool head while her husband continued to run his fingers lightly
over her erect nipples. Byron knew that that was the easiest way to turn Laura into a
screeching bitch.
"Come on," he said, ignoring her.
"OHHHHHHH!" Laura cried out. She felt all her emotions breaking loose like water
behind a shattered dam. In spite of what she suspected about her husband, it had been
a year since she'd seen him. The woman felt a hundred different feelings whipping
around in her head – and one of them concerned her steaming cunt. If nothing else,
Laura began to feel that she had to fuck her husband right now.
"That's it, honey," Byron whispered hotly in her ear as he slid her skirt up to her
thighs. His fingers played lightly over her furry mound until Laura could feel something
hot and sticky running down her thighs to the seat below.
"MMMMMMM," Laura groaned as Byron slid over to her side of the seat and slipped
between her widely spread legs. She shivered and closed her eyes, rolling her head from
side to side as she felt Byron licking her inner cuntlips. He moved his tongue in tiny
circles along the glistening surfaces of her pussy until he reached bottom. "Ohhhhhh,
yessss!" she cried out, hunching her thighs up until she nearly threw Byron's head
against the steering wheel.
"Hey, watch it, honey," Byron warned gently as he pushed her back down into the seat
with both hands while he continued to lick her pussy. "Lick meeeeee!" Laura cried out
as she pictured Red's warm, rough tongue sloshing in and out of her drooling twat. She
couldn't help thinking of the animal as Byron continued to lap away at her juicedrenched mound.
"Ahhhhhh, shit! Lick me there! UNNNGH, THAT'S SOOOOO GOOD! Oh fuck, do
it again! ARRRGHHHH! JAB YOUR TONGUE INTO MY SHITHOLE! OHHHHH,
NOOOOOO! ANNNNNGHHHH!" Laura moaned over and over as Byron's tongue
became more wild and probing. But in her mind she kept thinking of the big Irish
setter and his hot, hairy body towering over hers. She almost began to wish that Red
were in the car with her now instead of her long-lost husband.
"Whew! That's enough of that! Besides, you'll probably drive my head against the
dashboard. Now it's your turn, hon," Byron said as he pulled his nose out of her hot
box.
Laura's eyes raced to her husband's crotch just as the thick, purple heat burst out of his
opened fly. She gasped as he pulled his pants completely open, sliding the material
down to his knees as he freed his thick, powerful shaft. That was one advantage he had
over Red – Byron would be able to stuff her twat the way Cliff did. Their cocks were
remarkably alike, although Byron's was more smooth and a little longer. Byron grabbed
his dick with one hand and gave it a squeeze. Then he looked at Laura.
"Come on and take a feel," he said, grinning at her.
Laura slowly moved her hand toward the throbbing, spasming head of the big cock.
"Oh Byron, yes, yessssss," she moaned over and over as she felt her pussy growing
hotter and wetter. Her tits were driving her crazy. The ache and itch in her stiff nipples
increased as Byron hunched his thighs up and groaned loudly.
"Feel my cock. Fuck, rub it up! Oh shit, honey, see what a piece of hot meat you've
been missin'?" Byron whispered huskily, darting a smile at her again before he closed
his eyes.
Laura felt her body suddenly turn into a ball of flame. Her hot, fat lips swelled up
immediately, while her clit and titty tips were hard. She felt her fingers wrap around
Byron's cock. The hot prick flesh throbbed wildly under her touch. The thick streams of
cunt juice that had been trickling out of her messy box were gushing out now, staining
the seat cover as Laura continued to run her slender fingers up and down Byron's
quivering pole.
"Yeah, Laura. Get on that fuckin' rod!" Byron groaned loudly as he relaxed in the seat.
He spread his legs so that Laura could get between them. "Come on, hon. Get between
'em and give me a little head. Remember how you used to suck me off in bed?" Byron
asked as he opened his eyes and reached over, running his powerful fingers through her
black, silken hair.
"OHHHHHHHH!" was all Laura could answer. The way her snatch was firing up, she
wasn't in a position to say no. The slippery, hot membranes of her pussy ditched into
knots as she felt her knees hit the floor of the car. As she slid down, Laura felt Byron's
knees press against her tits. Slowly she bent forward, wrapping her lips around the
thick, meat head of Byron's cock. She tasted the first salty drops of cum that were
leaking freely out of his cock-slit.
"Oh, baby! Give me some head! SHOVE THAT FUCKER DOWN YOUR THROAT!"
Byron groaned as he hunched his powerful thighs up, burying half the length of his
fiery prick in her sucking mouth.
"MMMMMMGH!" Laura protested, moving her head upward slightly. She needed
some time to get used to Byron's prick in her mouth. His throbbing pole brushed
against the inside of her cheeks, making them bulge out as Laura reached up and
grabbed his heavy, hot balls. She ran her fingers around the leathery, wrinkled skin,
tugging and caressing his fuck sacs while she continued to dive down on her husband's
prick.
"Ohhhh, suck me offff!" Byron groaned as he rotated his hips so that his dick would
twist in her throat. His powerful hands held her tight against his crotch as he humped
his meat into her.
Laura wanted to keep his prick in her. She liked the feel of Byron's long cock inside her
mouth and his sweaty groin hunching against her face. She wrapped both hands around
his hips and pulled herself tight against him. She let him fuck her in the mouth wildly
as his balls slapped her against the chin. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her tight
in their grasp. The two of them rocked back and forth until she began to gag for breath.
A little reluctantly, Byron let her go. Laura let her head slide up until the cockhead
slipped out from between her lips.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, then bent forward again, taking just the tip of her
husband's prickhead between her lips. Her tongue lashed over it, licking, tasting,
coiling, curling around the silky tip as Byron bucked on the car seat.
"Come on. I can't take much more of this," Byron said, pushing her face out of his
groin.
"What are you planning to do?" Laura asked as she watched Byron slide his spit-slick
cock back into his pants and zip up.
"I'm not gonna fuck you in this car," Byron said as he tucked his shirt behind his belt.
"But this place is deserted. Come on, we'll run up to the fields here and screw."
Laura didn't want to protest. All she could think of was her incredibly hot snatch and
that it needed immediate relief.
She didn't remember too clearly what happened next. She got out of the car and started
staggering up the steep hillside. Byron took her hand and dragged her to a clump of
bushes and pushed her down to the ground while he tore off his clothes. Almost
mechanically Laura unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her skirt and panties while
she riveted her eyes on her husband's bobbing dong. In a second he was between her
legs, licking her stiffened nipples while his hot, hard prick was banging against her
upturned asscheeks.
"UNGH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Laura groaned deep in her throat as she threw up her
head and arched her body between the grip of his thighs. The woman could feel the
scratchy grass sticking to her sweaty body as she rolled around on the hard ground. The
smell of dirt, sweat and cunt juice filled her nose as Byron grunted and whispered in
her ear.
"Gonna fuck you, Laura. Been waiting for something like this for a year now. Gonna
fuck your brains out!" Byron panted and wheezed, fumbling for her swollen tits and
mashing them hard between his fingers until she thought he was going to rip them off
her chest.
"FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!" she cried out again, this time really begging for his prick.
"That's just what you're gonna get," Byron grunted.
Laura kept her ass flat against the ground as her head tossed from side to side. Dirt and
grass stuck to her thrashing hair as she felt her snatchlips being forced open by the
pulsating, purple head of Byron's quivering, hot cock. She felt it sink into her soft flesh,
pushing at the walls of her cunt as it buried itself in the hot, bubbly juice of her pussy.
Laura could hear it slurping its way in, bathing in her snatch oil as her tight lips closed
around the bottom edge of his prickhead and sucked the rest of his shaft in greedily.
"Ohhhhh, baby. It's better pussy than I remember it," Byron panted as he rotated his
ass, churning his prick around her twat.
"UNNNGH!" was all Laura could say as she felt her box being turned into a mass of
hot jelly.
"YEAH! YEAH!" Byron groaned as he kept pushing his prick in.
Laura wondered if the tip was going to poke through her tight shithole as Byron sank
lower and lower. He was getting closer and closer to the base. Their hot, sweaty bodies
almost touched. Finally Laura groaned, feeling the tips of his body hairs tickling her
tender skin. Her husband's breath came in uneven pants. Sweat dripped off his
forehead and from under his arms onto her writhing body as he shoved the last inch
into her.
"UNNNNGHHH! OHHHHHH!" Laura cried out as she felt his hot balls rest against
her stretched, swollen snatchlips.
"Feel good, babe?" Byron asked as he clamped his mouth over hers and drove his thick,
meaty tongue into her mouth. Laura almost gagged at the sudden attack. Then she
fought back, driving her tongue against his, swallowing his spittle as she swirled her
violated pussy on his probing dick.
"ARRRGHHHHHHH!" Laura screeched as she felt him throwing his meat into her
faster and harder. Her pussy fired up wildly under her husband's steady attack. Her
cunt was boiling with juice and heat while her clit was being rubbed up to a roaring
climax. Only inches away from the tip of his dick, Laura felt her womb beginning to
churn and spasm. Her belly muscles were starting to tighten and tremble. It was the
first sign that orgasm was just around the corner.
"IN! IN! IN! IN!" Laura cried out with each forward hunch Byron made.
"FUCK! F-F-FUUUCCCKKK!" the man cried out, closing his eyes tightly and screwing
his dick into his wife's twat deeper and deeper. Laura knew that he was close to
spraying his wad into her snatch. His body was beginning to quiver uncontrollably.
Byron's back was stiffening, and his legs were shaking wildly. She could feel his balls
contracting against her sensitive snatchlips. In a few more strokes, Byron would be
exploding in her gut.
"COME, DAMN YOU! COME!" Laura screamed as she felt the first contraction grip
her pussy. That was all Byron needed.
"GONNA! GONNA! OHHHH, FUCK!" he shouted as he slammed his body into hers
and lay there. He jerked with each spurt of jizz that spattered into Laura's waiting cunt.
Stream after thick stream of hot cum spewed into her tender, tight cunt as Laura
thrashed on the ground under him.
"AIYEEEE! AIYEEEEEE!" the woman groaned as his cockhead ate into the throbbing
walls of her snatch. Her own orgasm was going along full strength when Byron fired
the last of his steaming jizz from his pulsating cockhead.
"OHHHHHHHH! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Laura finally cried out as the spasms became less
violent. Byron fell on top of her, and the two of them lay panting in the tall grass,
wrapped tightly together in each other's arms.


Chapter 7

"Fantastic, Laura! Fantastic!" Byron said as he lay next to her. "See what you left
behind?" Laura said as she closed her eyes, enjoying the ticklish feeling she got as
Byron trailed a blade of grass along the outer lips of her slackening cunt.
"I didn't have much of a choice," Byron said a little sadly.
Then Laura managed to put her mind together. She suddenly remembered about all the
mystery and doubt that filled her mind about her husband. Fucking or no fucking, she
had to know just what had been going on. "Byron, you've got to tell me what's been
happening," Laura said, brushing his hand away and propping herself up on her
elbows.
Her husband sighed and stared at the ground, then shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay. I guess you've got a right to know. Just before I went on that mountainclimbing 
trip, do you remember me saying something about an import business I was
interested in?" Byron asked.
"Yes. Something like that," Laura said as she tried to remember back to the time just
before her husband's disappearance.
"Well, it was imports I started to deal in, all right. Drugs from Mexico," Byron said.
"Oh my God!" Laura said, clamping her hands over her mouth in horror.
"It was just supposed to start as a small operation – you know, something to put away
for you, Nancy and me. I wasn't in it alone. One of Nancy's friends' fathers was with
me," Byron said.
"It wouldn't have been Donna Younger's father, would it?" Laura asked.
"Yeah. How did you know?" Byron asked as he practically jerked to his feet at the
mention of the girl's name.
"Never mind," Laura said thoughtfully. "It's your turn on the floor."
"Well, everything went along okay for a while. Just the two of us. When you thought I
was off fishing or something, me and Hank Younger were driving down to Mexico and
coming back with the stash. Nothing big, but enough. Everything was going along so
great!" Byron said bitterly. "Then that son-of-a-bitch had to fuck everything up. He
wanted to get bigger. He wanted to start dealing in heroin. He wanted to get together
with the syndicate."
"What did you do?" Laura asked breathlessly.
"Went along for a while. We were really raking in the coins. But we weren't taking our
own orders any more. Other people were telling us what to do. Pretty soon, that little
sideline was turning into a full-time operation."
Laura remembered how much time Byron had spent away from home just before his
disappearance. She thought he'd found another woman.
"Hank would fly the plane and I made the contacts. Finally I couldn't take it any
longer. I knew that sooner or later the cops would catch up with us if the Syndicate
didn't. So, I ran away," Byron said, sighing deeply again.
"Something tells me there's something more to the story, Byron," Laura said.
"Yeah, one more thing. I ran away with a little company – about half a million dollars,"
Byron said, looking sheepishly at his wife.
"Half a million – oh shit! Whose money was it?" Laura asked in horror.
"That's the problem. Some people in L.A. gave me and Hank the money to buy the
stuff in Mexico. Good old Hank trusted the stuff to me, since I was the one who made
the deals down there anyway. Well, I told you I was going mountain climbing. Which
was kind of true, I guess. I shot off to the Sierras one night while Hank was asleep. It
didn't take him too long to find out what happened."
"Why didn't he call me or come barging into the house looking for you? I'm surprised I
never even suspected what was going on," Laura said.
"The whole operation was too secret and delicate for him to risk blowing his or the
customers' cover, no matter what happened. There were other trips to be taken, and
they weren't worth risking. But they never forgot what I did to them."
"Where did you go? Where did you stay? What did you do? Why didn't you tell Nancy
and me that you were alive?" Laura asked in quick succession.
"One at a time," Byron said, laughing softly as he reached forward and brushed her
cheek with his hand. "After hiding away in mountain cabins for a while, I traveled all
over the country, using false names, picking up whenever I heard that somebody was
on my trail. You see, although they didn't want to risk rocking the boat, they never
really stopped looking for me."
"But–" Laura began.
"And I didn't want you to know about it. These people play rough. If they even
suspected that you knew where I was, they'd have worked you and Nancy over so bad
that..." Byron couldn't finish the sentence. "That's why I let you think I was dead. You
weren't acting at my memorial service. You really believed I'd died up there in the
mountains. Don't worry, they were watching you, and they believed you."
"Until now," Laura said.
"What do you mean?" Byron asked nervously.
"Why did you come back?" Laura asked as her mind drifted back to the strange
incidents of the past few nights.
"Lonely for you, I guess, and Nancy. I've got the money stashed away, and decided to
make my move now. Look, the three of us can hop down to Brazil overnight. We could
live the rest of our lives like royalty with the cash I've got," Byron said enthusiastically.
"And lose our heads like royalty," Laura said "You know that Donna's father's been
watching me?" Laura said, now realizing that the man in the bar and the girl's father
were one in the same.
"What?" Byron cried out.
"And not only that, he tried to kidnap Nancy a few nights ago, right at the doorstep of
our apartment. Byron, he knows that you're back. Somehow he found out, and now
he's putting on the pressure. Nancy and I are in trouble."
"My God!" Byron said, putting his head in his hands and shaking it slowly back and
forth.
"You've got to go to the police," Laura said as she staggered to her feet and started
dressing.
"What?"
"The police. If you keep pussyfooting around like this, we're all going to be one happy
family at the bottom of the Los Angeles River," Laura said as she buttoned her blouse
and slipped on her panties and skirt.
"There's gotta be another way," Byron said as he dressed thoughtfully.
"I can't see it. No matter where we go we'll always be looking behind our backs. And
even if we can keep ducking bullets and knives, what's to prevent them from getting to
Nancy? Are you going to risk your daughter's life too?" Laura pleaded.
"I don't know. I don't know," Byron repeated as he took Laura's hand and led her
down the hill.
"My God, let's get home! I left that girl like a target!" the woman said as she climbed
into her car.
"But what is she going to say about me?" Byron almost wailed. "I mean, she thinks I'm
dead. Don't you think you'd better prepare her?"
"Is she any more prepared for a bullet?" Laura asked as she started the car.
They stopped at a gas station on the way back to the apartment so that Laura could call
Cliff. She wanted him to notify the police about Byron and his connection with Hank
Younger. Laura told him she didn't have time to talk with the authorities on the phone
right now. She had to get home to make sure Nancy was all right. Cliff told her he'd be
over just as soon as he'd spoken with the police and the Federal Bureau of Narcotics.
"I'm nervous," Byron said as they pulled into the apartment's underground garage.
"So am I, but for different reasons. Now, if nobody's there, we're probably safe," Laura
said as she climbed out of the car.
"Wait, that's Hank Younger's car," Byron said in a whisper as he pointed to a blue,
1969 Ford Mustang parked across the street.
"My God! He's probably in the apartment by now!" Laura said as she rushed to the
stairs.
"Where are you going?" Byron shouted out to his fleeing wife.
"Our daughter may be up there with that madman. He tried to rape her the night
before. God only knows what he's doing up there now!" Laura wailed as she sprang up
the stairs with Byron closely behind her.
"Wait! Let's see if we can hear anything," Byron said breathlessly as they reached the
door to the apartment.
"Hurry!" Laura whispered as Byron pressed his right ear against the wooden door.
"Nothing. Have the key?" Byron said as he pulled away.
Laura nervously fished for her keys in her purse, found them, and opened the door.
"Come right on in, folks!" Hank Younger shouted from the kitchen doorway. Byron
started to back out, grabbing Laura tightly around the waist.
"I wouldn't do that, Byron. I've got your daughter tied up here in the kitchen. She
wouldn't look too good with a hole in the middle of her forehead, would she?"
"You bastard!" Byron hissed between his teeth as he gave up and walked into the living
room.
"Come on! Is that any way to talk to your old partner? Besides, that title fits you a little
better. You're the one who ran off with the cash. Now, I'm not here to cause you any
trouble. I've been following your wife lately, and it looks like she's led me to you. All I
want is the money," Hank said greasily.
"Give it to him," Laura whispered as she tried to look into the kitchen.
"Tsk! Tsk! Stay where you are, ma'am," Hank said, waving a gun at her.
"How do I know my daughter's in there?" Laura asked desperately.
"Okay. A fair question. Hey kid, come on out here," Hank said as he stared at Laura
and Byron.
"Oh my God! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!" Laura cried out as Nancy
stumbled out into the living room. Her face was smeared with dirt and dried blood. Her
tits flopped inside her torn blouse, and her skirt was pulled halfway to her knees.
"We had to pass the time somehow," Hank said, looking leeringly at the girl while he
dropped his hand and rubbed his crotch.
"Daddy!" Nancy cried out, suddenly aware of who was standing with Laura.
"Back in there, kid," Hank sneered as she shoved the gun against the girl's head.
"Don't!" Laura pleaded as she dropped to her knees and raised her hands up to
Younger. "Leave her alone, for God's sake. What's she done to you?"
"Hey, Byron. Bet you didn't know your old lady was a slut, did ya?" Hank said.
"What?"
"And your daughter too. They didn't know it, but I was watchin"em one night when
the two of them got it on with the dog," Hank said, watching Byron's reaction closely.
"You filthy, bastard! You..." Byron said, narrowing his eyes and clenching his fist. Laura
saw that her husband was about to jump forward and fight Hank without thinking
about the gun.
"Byron, don't," Laura said, putting out her hand and pressing it against his chest.
"Didn't you hear what he said about you and Nancy?" Byron said as he looked at her in
disbelief.
"There's the manager of the bar at the Hilton too. But he's small potatoes. These two
really groove on the doggies, right, babe?" Hank said cruelly. "You're lying!" Byron said
angrily.
"Lying, huh? Come on, babe. Show your hubby just what kind of action you like. I've
got the fuckin' dog locked up in your bedroom, but I think I'll let him out. Go on, get
on that fuckin' rug unless you want your daughter's head blown off!"
"Don't do it, Laura," Byron said in a whisper.
"We don't have any choice," Laura said, sinking down to her knees and rolling over
until she was in a crouching position.
"Laura!" Byron cried out, realizing that this wasn't the first time she'd done this. She
was accepting it far too quickly for this to be her initial plunge into bestiality.
"I'm sorry, Byron," the woman said softly as Hank threw open the bedroom door.
Red came bounding out, barking angrily and heading for the big man with his fangs
bared. He saw him standing next to Nancy, holding a gun at her head, and stopped in
the middle of the living room. He kept on barking and growling heatedly until his eye
caught Laura's upturned snatch facing him.
"Wiggle it a little, honey," Hank said to Laura.
"Oh Jesus, Laura," Byron moaned as he covered his eyes with both hands.
"Hey, you'll miss the show," Hank said as the setter whined and whimpered He didn't
know which way to go. Should he try to attack the man holding Nancy captive, or give
up and head for that inviting snatch.
"Call him!" Hank said.
"Here, boy. Here, Red," Laura said, biting her lower lip as she looked up at her
moaning husband.
In a flash the setter was behind her, lapping at her cunt. At first Laura felt nothing. All
she could think of was her daughter standing almost like a zombie in front of her while
her husband watched the humiliating scene. Then Red's tongue started doing its work.
She hated to admit it to herself, but she gradually began to feel her twat beginning to
heat up. Even in this deadly situation, Laura couldn't get her mind off fucking. Her clit
slowly popped up from its tiny bed, throbbing angrily as Red's big, slippery tongue
sloshed over it and down to her shithole.
"Ummmmmm," Laura groaned, trying not to show her growing excitement as the setter
whimpered heatedly.
"Look at that! She can't stop herself," Hank said excitedly. "And get a load of that dog's
pecker! Shit, it's almost as long as mine!" Hank cried out, pointing to Red's stiffening
cock that began to slide free of its tight, hairy sheath.
"Stop it, Laura!" Byron cried out desperately.
But Laura couldn't stop anything. Her snatch was trembling and firing up too furiously
for her to stop it.
"MMMMMMMM! Smell that hot snatch juice! Shit, you can hardly breathe in here!"
Hank said sneeringly.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Laura cried out, tossing her hips up and down, grinding her
thighs together in midair as she ran her hands back and forth over her swollen tits. Red
jammed his pointed snout into her aching cunt. It felt like a big pointed cock trying to
slam its way down deep into her fuck hole.
"Take it, bitch!" Hank yelled.
"OHHHHHH!" Laura cried out as the dog pulled his snout out and opened his mouth,
sticking out his tongue again and running it up and down her juice-slick cuntal
membranes. Laura didn't try to hide her reaction any more. She thrashed from side to
side, reaching back and trying to wrap her fingers around the dog's head and jam it in
further. Byron moaned in horror while Nancy looked on dazedly.
"WAWWWWWHHH! FUCK MEEEEE!" Laura cried out mindlessly. She forgot about
her daughter and husband. As far as she was concerned there was nothing else going on
in the room except Red licking her snatch.
"FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEEE!"
Red whimpered and whined, hunching his haunches wildly as he kept jamming his
tongue farther into her sucking snatch. Laura looked back and saw the setter's knotty,
glistening red cock jerking wildly up and down. "OHHHHH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Laura cried out mindlessly. She felt an orgasm building up like a big knot in her belly.
"FUCK ME, YOU DUMB BASTARD! DON'T LICK ME OFF! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Red seemed to know exactly what she wanted. Laura bent down lower to give the setter
a better screwing angle. She wiggled her ass invitingly in the air.
"Shit, I'd fuck your wife if she weren't so turned on to those fuckin' animals," Hank
said as he watched Laura closely.
"COME ON!" the woman cried out impatiently. The dog moved back slightly, then
took a leap and placed his front paws gently on her shoulders. Automatically Laura
reached between her thighs and curled her fingers around the dog's cock and rubbed it
lovingly against her hot gash.
"OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned as she felt the animal's cock swell
between her fingers. Finally Laura let go of his cock and Red hunched forward, spearing
his long red prick deep into her cunt.
"ARRRGHHHHHH!" Laura moaned, rotating her ass in the air as she felt his cock
scrape the sides of her aching snatch.
"MY GOD! MY GOD!" Byron wailed as he watched his wife turn into a screeching
animal. Right in front of him she was fucking a dog, swaying back and forth in the
middle of the living room as the setter's prick dug and churned inside her hot, wet
pussy.
"UNNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNNGH! PUMP THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" Laura
cried out wildly.
Red obediently started sliding his knobby prick in and out of her sucking snatch Laura
looked back between her tits again and watched Red's pounding cock pull out to the
end, then slide back in her dribbling hole until his balls slapped against her sweating
asscheeks. Perspiration dripped from her body onto her wrinkled skirt and blouse. She
wanted to tear them off, but didn't dare move from her position. She loved that feeling
of the animal's prick jamming inside her cunt, and didn't want to disturb it.
"UNNNFFF! UNNNF! ARRRGHHHHHH! UMMM! RED! SLAM THAT PRICK
INTO MY PUSSY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FFFUUUCCC-KKK MMMEEEE!"
Laura was twisting and whining on the floor as she backed harder onto Red's piledriving cock.
"Fuck him! Fuck him, bitch!" Hank moaned.
Laura closed her eyes and tossed her head from side to side in ecstatic delight as she felt
that spearing cock jam deeper and deeper into her spasming twat. Laura squeezed her
cunt muscles together, trapping the setter's cock between her hot, wet rumbling snatch
walls as she bounced her thighs up and down and from side to side.
"NOW! NOW! NOWWWWW!" Laura cried out hoarsely. The stiff hairs on the end of
his sheath tickled her sensitive outer labes as Laura threw off all controls and let herself
shoot up to climax.
"UNNNGH! DOGGIE! ARRRGH, BASTARD! NOW! NOW! NOW!
WAWWWHHHH!" Laura shrieked as she closed her fingers into tight fists and
pounded the floor wildly.
Suddenly bright lights blinded her as she felt wads of animal jizz explode into her cunt.
Her clit vibrated furiously, then throbbed uncontrollably as she shot over the edge.
"WAWWWWHHHHHH! UNNGHHHHH!" Laura cried out, falling to her belly and
pulling free of the setter's prick as the final spasms tore through her cunt.
"Okay, babe. Now you get down there and lick out your mother's pussy," Hank said,
pushing Nancy forward. The girl crashed to her hands and knees. Only then did she
seem to realize the horror of her situation.
"Oh, noooooo!" she wailed as she hunched back from her mother's leaking cunt.
"You heard me," Hank said threateningly, pointing the barrel of the gun at her head.
"You've gone too far this time, Younger," Byron said as he jumped over his wife's
prostrate body and threw himself at Hank.
"What the–" Younger said, shooting the gun wildly into the air as Byron wrestled him
to the ground.
"Come over here!" Laura whispered loudly to Nancy, dragging her behind the couch as
the two men fought desperately. The sounds of crashing furniture and loud grunts filled
the air. Suddenly Laura heard a shot, and then another.
"Oh, noooooo!" she cried out, springing to her feet. She screamed in terror as she saw
Hank towering over the bleeding body of her husband.
"He deserved it!" Hank panted, then looked at Laura. "Now, you tell me where he hid
the money, and we'll still be friends," the man sneered.
"I swear to you, I don't know!" Laura said desperately, praying that Cliff and the police
would get there soon.
"You expect me to believe that?" Hank said cruelly as he moved slowly up to her. "You
want your daughter blown away in front of your eyes like your husband?"
"Daddy! DADDY!" Nancy screamed, brushing past Hank and throwing herself over
Byron's body.
"You want her to wind up the same way?" Hank asked.
"I swear to you, he didn't tell me anything about the money. He just said he'd been
hiding up in the Sierras for a while. I guess it's up there somewhere," Laura said as she
felt that her last minutes on earth were flying by.
"Too bad your daughter's going to have to pay for your stupidity," Hank said as he
lowered the gun and pointed it at Nancy's head.
"Don't! I'll tell!" Laura said wildly, hoping to stall for time.
"FAST!"
"It's, uh, in Mojave, about fifty miles from here. In a cabin about three miles out of
town. An old miner's place. Byron thought you'd never look for it there," Laura panted.
"Okay, the two of you come with me in the car. You'll drive, bitch. And if you're
lying..." Hank said as he reached forward and opened the door.
Laura stepped out into the hall with Nancy. Hank was following behind them when she
suddenly felt a hand grab her and pull her to one side. Nancy was thrown next to her,
and the sounds of gun fire filled the air again. When she was finally able to pull her
mind together, Laura realized that the police had dragged them to safety and had shot
Hank Younger to death.


Chapter 8

Late that afternoon Laura heard the whole story. The police had been suspicious of
Byron's and Hank's little operation for a long time but they let them work on, hoping
to find out who their bosses were. When Byron disappeared, they lost track of him too,
but continued to watch Hank. So when Cliff called them and told them what Laura had
said over the phone, they were at the apartment before he got there.
"When we heard the gunshot, we were about to break in. But then we heard you
talking so we took a gamble... thought we'd grab you and your daughter as you walked
out and have it out with Hank when he came into the clear," the policeman said as
Laura took another gulp of black coffee.
"Thank you. We owe our lives to you," Laura said, hugging her daughter to her. Nancy
said nothing, letting the tears roll freely down her cheek.
"Let's go home, Mom," Nancy finally said as she looked pleadingly at her mother.
"No, I don't think you should go there," Laura said. "Too many memories there. You'll
stay at Mrs. Hoover's down the street. She owes me a couple of favors. In a little bit,
maybe we'll talk about moving somewhere else. It might be good to get away from this
town for a bit," Laura said.
"Ohhh, Mom! I'm sorry I've acted the way I've been acting," Nancy said confusedly as
she threw her arms around her mother and sobbed into her shoulder.
Laura bit her lip and tried to control herself. So, it took this to bring them together! It
was a terrible cost, but maybe in the long run it was worth it. Byron could never have
escaped the police or the people he and Hank were mixed up with There would have
been a long trial, scandal, shame – God only knows how Nancy would have survived it,
especially with her abnormal obsession for her father. At least this way, she knew that
he died protecting her. No matter what else the papers said, the girl knew this for a
fact.
"Come on. Cliff's outside to take us home," Laura said as she lifted her daughter gently
from the chair.
All the way home Nancy didn't say a word But Laura felt that somehow the girl was
beginning to accept Cliff now. The trauma of that afternoon had shaken Nancy up. But
now she knew that Cliff was responsible in part for saving them. Also, there was the
blessed knowledge that Byron was actually dead now. It was a terrible thing to be
relieved over, but Laura felt it. After mourning one year, she couldn't feel any real
sorrow over her husband's actual death.
After they dropped Nancy off at Mrs. Hoover's apartment, Cliff and Laura drove to her
apartment.
"I guess this might be a little improper to say right now, but I'm going to try it," Cliff
said hesitatingly as he closed the door behind him.
"What?" Laura said as she pulled her coat off and threw it on the couch.
"Will you marry me?" he blurted out.
"Cliff! Aren't you rushing things a little? I mean, my God! My husband's body isn't
even cold yet," she said.
"You've been thinking he was dead for the past year. So he surfaced today, and you
found out he left you for a drug scheme. All right, all right," he said, seeing that Laura
was going to object. "Okay, so he saved the two of you. But that doesn't mean that you
have to go on wearing widow's weeds another year now."
Laura smiled. Everything he'd said was right. Still, she didn't like the idea of rushing off
to the altar only hours after her husband had been murdered. There was something
ghoulish in it, even if she didn't feel anything other than grateful sorrow for Byron.
"It's still too early, Cliff. Give me some time to think about it," Laura said gently.
"Okay. But you're gonna have to get money somehow. That crummy job you have
doesn't pay much – even with tips. And you've got to work nights. There's Nancy to
think about. She'll really need a full-time mother now. If you married me, she'd have
one," Cliff argued as he walked slowly up to her.
"All right, Cliff. You've made your point. Just let a little time go by for decency's sake,"
Laura said.
"For marriage, fine. But right now–" Cliff said, stopping in mid-sentence as he walked
up to her and clamped his lips against hers Laura felt her cunt contract, squeezing out a
small rivulet of juice from between her quickly swelling labes as Cliff's hands strayed
back to her firm asscheeks and started kneading the flesh.
"Ohhh, I don't want to do anything here. Byron and that creep were killed here," Laura
said, pulling away from Cliff.
"Come on, then," Cliff said, dragging her to bedroom. "Better?" he said, slamming the
door behind him. He walked up to her, sliding his hands up to her tits and starting to
unbutton her blouse. "Let's ge..."
"A little more comfortable, right?" Laura said, smiling and walking up to the bed "You
know, Byron and I spent a lot of happy times here. Well, that's finished now. Maybe
it's time I shared them – really shared them with somebody else," Laura said
meaningfully as she looked deeply into Cliff's eyes.
"Oh, baby. That's what I wanted to hear," Cliff panted as he stood there watching her
disrobe, squeezing and releasing the growing bulge between his hairy legs as she
exposed inch after inch of her mammoth tits. Laura got to the last button, then reached
back and unsnapped her bra. In an instant her boobs swung free of their restraints and
bobbed on her chest.
"They're all yours now!" Laura said as she reached up and squeezed the soft flesh
between her fingers.
Cliff cried out and ran up to her, bending his head slightly and cupping his lips tightly
over her right nipple. He sucked hard at the brown flesh, nearly tearing it off her boob
while he fumbled for the zipper of her skirt.
"UNNNNGH!" Laura moaned as he ripped her skirt off her thighs, then jammed his
thumbs under the waistband of her panties and shoved them roughly to her knees.
Then he was running his thumbs up and down her trembling cuntlips, working the
juicy edges together and digging his fingers into her hot hole at the same time.
"SHIT!" Cliff cried out as he tried something else. He trailed his fingertips almost to the
edge of her swollen outer labes, then retreated to her knees. Then he ran them back up
again. Laura clenched her teeth and shrieked loudly. That sort of teasing was driving
her up the walls. She wanted him to jam his cock up her cunt – even his fist!
"Oooooooh, don't tease me! For God's sake, fuck me! Do something, but don't just play
with me!" Laura begged.
"Come on, babe. You know that's what I'm best at," Cliff said as he pulled away from
her.
Laura almost fell forward, trying to move her pussy along with the retreating fingers.
"Don't tease! FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T TEASE!" she begged, falling to her knees.
"Come on. No sense in begging for it – not yet, anyway," Cliff said as he pulled her up
and threw her gently onto the bed. Laura looked around and noticed for the first time
that Red was sitting near the bed. She'd almost forgotten about him. After the shooting
he had cowered in the corner. She was so hot that she could have taken both him and
Cliff on together.
"OHHHHHHH!" Laura groaned as she watched Cliff unzip his pants and pull out his
cock. She'd seen it several times before. But this time it looked thicker and more
beautiful than she remembered it. His cockhead pulsated wildly and his balls bounced
as his prick spasmed rhythmically.
"Oh God, come here," Laura said as she lay down on the bed and reached up to him as
she spread her legs widely apart.
In a flash Cliff was on top of her, driving his tongue deeply into her mouth. At first
Laura lay there quietly. Then she started to respond quickly. Everything meshed. Their
kissing became so frantic that neither Cliff nor Laura could tell where one tongue began
and the other ended.
"UNNNNGH! FUCK! SHITTTTT!" Laura cried as she pulled away from him for air.
"Don't worry about that!" Cliff gasped, running his tongue lightly up and down her
neck.
"God!" Laura cried out as he slid lower, tonguing her shoulders, probing her armpits.
Laura was going out of control. Cliff's hairy, muscular body reminded her of Red's. The
big difference was that Cliff's hair was more wiry. The irritation made her gasp with joy
as his body hairs began to rub her skin red.
"UNNNNGHHHH!" Laura cried out as she raised her head and stared at his cock
again. "OHHHHH, YOU FEEL SO GOOOOOD! OH JEEESUS, SOOOOO
GOOOD!" Laura groaned.
"OHHHHHHH, FUCKIN' SHIT!" Cliff groaned as he reached up and flicked his
fingers over her twitching nipples.
"JEEEESUS! MY CUNT! MY CUNT!" Laura cried out desperately. She felt herself
going wild. That tonguing action was making her feel like a giant clit wanting a heavy
scratching.
"Easy, babe. I know what I'm doing," Cliff said as he slid down her belly until his
mouth bumped up against her navel. He ran his tongue lightly around the sunken
flesh, digging into the tiny hole occasionally.
"AIYEEEEE!" Laura cried out as Cliff suddenly clamped his lips around her belly
button and sucked hard, drawing the blood quickly to her skin. Laura felt her clit
respond immediately, swelling up to its full length and hardness. He was driving her
out of her mind fast!
Cliff ran his tongue back up to her neck, then down to her right nipple. He started
sucking her titty tip as if he wanted to swallow it. Laura arched her body and groaned.
"MY CUNT! MY CUNT!" she cried out again.
Cliff grunted, then moved his head further down her belly, licking her hot, sweaty skin
until his face was directly over her hot hole. He felt the heated air blow out of her
parted snatchlips as he ran his fingers lightly over her matted, soaked pussy hair. He
looked up and watched her belly quiver with each touch.
"ARRRGHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" Laura screamed. "STOP THAT! STOP IT!"
she yelled as she bucked and thrashed on the sheets.
"Ummmmmm," Cliff groaned as he moved his fingers closer and closer to her dark
slash. He peeled back the outer labes and ran his tongue over her inner cuntlips. Then
with one motion he jerked up and clamped his mouth around her pulsating clit.
"WAWWWWWWHHHHHH! WAWWWWWHHHHH!" Laura screamed as she felt
him tugging it with his teeth.
"Fuck this shit! I can't take it!" Cliff said hoarsely as he slid up and threw her knees
against her chest so hard that it knocked the breath out of her. Laura held her breath as
she felt Cliff's hard cock jerking against her upturned ass. Then it was sliding closer and
closer to her parted pussy, probing at the stretched, swollen labes.
"MYEEEEEEE!" Laura groaned as she felt the man's prick slide into her juicy twat like
a red-hot knife through butter. She felt his thick, meaty prickhead stretch her cuntal
walls, pushing down further and further as his balls contracted with each prick jerk.
"FUCK MEEEEEE!" Laura cried out as she reached up and wrapped her hands around
his hairy ass. The woman pulled him down as hard as she could, screwing her ass up
against Cliff's groin until she felt his hairy balls squeezed tightly against her crotch.
"OHHHHHH, BABY!" Cliff groaned as his prick dilated her tight, quivering cunt.
"UNNNGHHHH!" Laura moaned back, feeling wonderfully stretched and stuffed by
Cliff's throbbing prick. She opened her glazed eyes and felt his hot, heavy breath
against her cheeks.
"UNNNNNNGHHHHHH! NOW! NOW!" Cliff groaned as he slammed his prick like
a battering ram against her snatch. That was all right with Laura. She was coming to a
quick come too. She begged him to jam it all up her fuck hole.
Then the explosion happened. She threw her arms out and grabbed the edges of the
mattress while Cliff licked her stiff, twitching nipples and bit her swollen tits as he
started firing his hot jizz into her sucking, contracting cunt.
"N-N-N-NOOOOOO!" he screamed, feeling his steaming jizz boil up from his
swinging balls and shoot down his throbbing prickshaft until it spattered out of his
expanding piss-slit.
"ARRRRGHHHH! WAWWWWWWWH! WAWW WWWWWWWHHH! I'M
COMING! I'M C-C-CCCOOOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!" Laura shrieked as she felt
squirt after squirt of his cum blast into her convulsing, roaring snatch. She threw her
arms back into the air, then wrapped them tightly around Cliff's neck as she ground
her thighs against his spraying cock.
"GUNNNGHHHH! OHHHH, CLIFFF!" Laura cried out as she felt the last spasm
sweep over her twat. Cliff shot off the last of his hot load and flopped down on top of
her, making it hard for her to breathe. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, then
nuzzled his muscular shoulder with her nose.
"Come on, let's drop off to sleep together," Cliff groaned as he rolled off her, still
keeping his prick embedded in her pussy.
Laura moaned as she felt him hold her tightly. She dropped off to sleep, thinking about
cock, cock and more cock.

* * *

She didn't know how long she'd been asleep. But when she woke up, Cliff was gone.
There was a note pinned to the pillow.
"Dear Laura. Went out to the bar for a few minutes. I'm telling them that I won't be in
tonight, and neither will you. Have to make sure everything's set up. Will be back soon.
Love, Cliff."
Laura smiled to herself. She was glad that Cliff was going to spend the night. Especially
after what had happened, she didn't want to be alone. Suddenly Laura was aware of
Red whimpering by her bedside. Why not? she thought to herself as she patted the
sheet in front of her.
"Come on, boy. Come on up and screw Laura," she said softly. Cliff wouldn't be back
for a while. Why not have a good fuck with Red. After she got married, she wouldn't be
able to get it on with the dog as much as she did now. She and Nancy would have to be
careful, until they were sure that Cliff would understand.
"Come here, Red," Laura said impatiently. The aroma of her cunt juice and Cliff's
cooled cum was spurring him on. The setter didn't need much encouraging. He took a
few tentative sniffs at her wet pussy before he started licking at the swollen skin.
"WOOOOOOO!" Laura cried out. She threw her ass off the bed as the setter's tongue
sloshed across her swelling clit. It made her cunt contract faster and faster as his tongue
scrapped against her spasming snatch walls.
"OHHHHHH, DOGGIE! UMMM! UMMMMMM! ARRRRGHHHHHH! JEEEEESUS, THAT FEEEEEELS SOOOOO GOOD!"
Laura wondered if she'd have enough time to get fucked by him. Then she felt a violent
spasm tear through her twat, and she tossed her head from side to side in ecstasy. She
didn't care if Cliff found her like that. She had to get fucked now by Red.
"OHHHHH, SHIT! SHIT, YOU'RE MAKIN' ME POP OFF!" Laura screamed as she
banged her ass up and down on the mattress, slamming her hot, wet pussy against the
setter's probing muzzle. Her nipples twitched; her cunt was contracting regularly now.
She could feel her belly muscles growing tighter and tighter as the setter concentrated
around her erect, throbbing clit.
"LICK ME DOGGGGGIIIEEE!" Laura shrieked. "OHHHHH GAGGGGGHHHHH! WAWWWWW-HHH! ARRRRRRRRRGH!"
Laura was twisting and writhing on the big bed, banging her ankles on the big setter's
back as she felt her orgasm rocketing toward her.
"FUCK ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCK MEEEEE!" Laura cried out as she peeled her
legs back until they almost touched her ears.
Red understood her and immediately lunged forward, jamming his forepaws on her
upturned legs while he slid his pointed, red knobby prick deep into her squishing
snatch.
"Faster! Faster!" Laura moaned as she squeezed her cuntal muscles tightly together,
pulling wildly at Red's jerking prick. The dog shook and whimpered as his balls slapped
noisily against her upturned asscheeks. "FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Red continued to slam his pecker in and out of Laura's juicy pussy. His slapping, hairy
balls were driving her up the walls. His furry belly was trembling against her stomach.
She knew that he was too excited to hold it back any more. The dog was just about to
shoot his cum into her twat.
"Wait! WAIT!" Laura cried out.
But it was too late. Red howled wildly, then growled deep in his throat as the first wad
blew out of his piss-slit.
"Don't! OHHHHH GOOOODDDD, NOOOOOOO!" Laura moaned, feeling the hot
sticky stream of jizz blast into her pussy. She hadn't come yet, and there was the dog,
getting his rocks off at her expense.
"Stupid dog!" Laura cried out, slapping him against the side as she threw down her legs
and rolled off the bed, walking to the bathroom. "Goddamned animal!" she cried in
frustration, digging her fingernails into her thighs in frustration as she let the jizz fall
out of her snatch into the toilet water below.
"Hey, I'm home!" Cliff said as he opened the living room door.
"I'm in the bathroom," Laura chirped, thanking God for her uncanny sense of timing.
"Hey, what did the cops say about the money Byron had stashed?" Cliff asked as he
walked into the bedroom and started undressing.
"That's right, I forgot to tell you," Laura said as she turned around and flushed Red's
jizz down the drain. "They don't know where it is either. I guess that's Byron's final
laugh on us all. Maybe some time they'll find out where it is. You can bet that his old
bosses are still looking for it, though I'm almost sure they've given up on me," Laura
said as she stepped out of the bathroom.
"Maybe we can have ourselves a little treasure hunt in the Sierras someday," Cliff said
as he dropped his pants and kicked them into the far corner of the bedroom. He
scratched his balls, then turned around and winked at her. Laura knew what was on his
mind and was all for it. Her pussy was too fired up now to say no.
"Maybe later," Laura said as she pushed him gently back until he fell on the bed.
"Mmmmmmm, a little aggressive tonight?" Cliff said as he bounced on the mattress,
then slid up to the pillows and spread his legs widely apart as Laura slid between his
thighs and started licking his stiffening, lengthening cock.
"Just wait until we're married," she said, glancing over in the corner at Red, who was
watching the two of them with mild curiosity.
"You like this in the marriage sack?" Cliff said breathlessly as Laura wrapped her lips
around the knob of his prick and sank her mouth quickly down to his hairy groin.
"MMMMMGFFFFF!" was her only answer. Laura drank in the strong, male smell of
Cliff's crotch and smiled to herself. She'd finally be a happily married lady. And when
Cliff was away, well, there was always Red. Maybe she'd buy another dog for Nancy,
and another, and another. Her mind spun dizzily as she stuffed her mouth with her
favorite piece of cock.


THE END
