The Neighbor's Pets
by J. B. McNab


FOREWORD 

The word "normal" is a frequently used term, but it is a word whose exact 
meaning is extremely elusive. The same can be said for the word "perverse". 
What those two words imply seems to vary from country to country, from 
community to community, from person to person. 

In one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one's back to 
others. In certain Eskimo cultures it is the height of hospitality for a man 
to offer his wife to a respected guest. 

Connie Stapleton appears, outwardly, at least, to be an average American 
woman. Yet, behind closed doors, Connie behaves in ways that many others 
would consider abnormal and perverse, for her strong sex drive leads her to 
choose many partners which our society considers taboo. But at the same 
time, this young woman demonstrates a strength and courage, and a love for 
her fellow human beings, which many of us could envy. 

THE NEIGHBOR'S PETS-a story of interest to any who hope to find and define 
their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one woman's search for 
persohal happiness. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Linda Stapleton stepped out of the shower and grabbed a bath towel. 

At seventeen, Linda had a figure which was the envy of most girls in 
Kingsville High and the source of delight to males of all ages in 
Kingsville. In fact, the way her tits had developed so rapidly over the past 
year had startled and embarrassed Linda at first. But then she had suddenly 
noticed how men stared at the front of her blouse or sweater as she walked 
lithely down Main Street on her way to school. 

She turned to face the mirror, bunching the towel under her thrusting tits, 
examining her small, tight nipples. 

"Are you going out, dear?" 

Linda's mother's voice brought the young girl out of her reverie. She 
reached for the doorknob. 

"Not for an hour, mom," Linda said, opening the door and wrapping the towel 
around her as she joined her mother in the hallway outside. "Why? Did you 
want me to do something?" 

"We need some bread, that's all." 

Connie Stapleton had started to walk away, but thought better of it, the 
sight of her daughter's towel-clad figure bringing a thoughtful expression 
to her beautiful face. At thirty-six, Connie looked as if she were in her 
late twenties, and she was often mistaken for her daughter's sister. She 
impulsively reached for Linda's towel as the girl walked into her own 
bedroom. 

"Here! Let me dry you off before you get a chill." 

Linda smiled at her mother. Ever since the death of her father in an 
automobile accident two years ago, she and her mother had grown naturally 
closer, sharing intimacies most girls wouldn't share even after they were 
married. 

"You still want to mother me, huh?" Linda said, grinning. 

Connie held the towel, her eyes going over her daughter's striking figure 
with its high swollen tits boldly out-thrust, her flat belly and her steamy 
wisps of pubic hair. Then, almost dreamlike, she pressed the thick towel 
over Linda's beautiful tits, her hands moving in a caressing motion, lifting 
and kneading the titties before patting them dry and moving gently over her 
daughter's firm stomach. 

"I was going to drop in next door and see if they need anyone for the summer 
months," Linda said, a shiver running down her spine. Her mother had 
unexpectedly moved her hands back under her tits. "I'd love to work with 
animals, and if I don't line up a summer job, I'll be left out. There isn't 
that much to do in Kingsville." 

"They must be ready to open. It's over a month since the Dillons moved here 
and took over Dr. Siliker's practice." 

The big house next door had always been an animal hospital for as long as 
Connie could remember, and it had seemed only natural a young couple would 
arrive in town and take it over. 

Linda watched her mother drop to her knees, the towel moving up and down one 
shapely leg and then the other. Her mother's face, she noticed, was but a 
few inches from her cunt. For some reason her cunt was itching slightly. 

"They've certainly been making some changes. Carpenters, electricians and 
just about everybody in town has been working in there." 

"It's the new swimming pool that fascinates me," Connie admitted. "Maybe if 
you get a job there, you'll be able to use it." 

Linda shivered as her mother rubbed tentatively over her cunt. "Ow!" she 
gasped, her hips moving back and away from the stroking fingers. 

"Sensitive, huh?" 

"Oh, Mother!" 

Linda and her mother had always had an easy relaxed relationship when it 
came to sex. So different from most of her girlfriends who always insisted 
sex was the last thing they discussed with either of their parents. 

Connie got to her feet, patting her daughter's pubic mound. "Whatever Bill 
Dexter is doing to you, is doing wonders for your figure." 

"Oh, Mother! Do we have to go through that again?" Connie laughed and moved 
around her daughter, rubbing briskly at her softly-rounded shoulders before 
moving downward to the girl's waist. "I don't worry about you, but you must 
admit putting you on the pill was a pretty good idea." 

Linda nodded. Briefly she debated whether or not to reveal how disappointing 
sex had turned out to be. In fact, now that she thought about it, fooling 
around with Bill had been far more exciting when she knew she couldn't let 
him fuck her. In those days, they had wrestled and fooled around in the car 
at a movie, driving themselves crazy as they tried to hold off and prolong 
the sensational feelings of arousal. Then he would finger-fuck her cunt and 
she would rub his cock until he ejaculated as she herself exploded with an 
orgasm at the same time. 

Later, when she started on the pill, she had purposely not told him. For 
some reason, she had been frightened to tell him, fearing she might, when 
his big, excited cock was about to enter her tingling cunt, not want to lose 
her virginity. But then one night in the back seat of his car--he had 
plunged his throbbing prick into her cunt, startling her with the pain but 
then filling her with an urgent need to fuck. That's when his cock had 
withdrawn to her clutching cuntlips and furiously jetted the hot semen over 
her heaving belly and into her navel. 

Connie Stapleton finished drying the beautifully curved cheeks of Linda's 
ass, affectionately squeezing them before dropping the towel and impulsively 
reaching around the girl. Her hands moved under the swollen globes of her 
daughter's tits and squeezed them possessively. 

"Yes, you've certainly grown into a very healthy young woman, darling," she 
whispered. "Your father would have been proud of you." 

Linda shivered as her mother's warm, soft hands molded over her raging tits. 
Bill Dexter played with her tits all the time, but there was always 
something missing. He would get them excited, but he never touched them in 
the right places. The result was that he always left them yearning for 
something more. A series of wild shivers coursed through her tits and zeroed 
down to her itching cunt. 

"Poor, Mom! You really miss Daddy, don't you?" 

"More than ever." 

Connie kissed Linda on the neck, a wave of sexual desire sweeping through 
her pussy. She squeezed her daughter's fabulous tits once more and then, 
reluctantly, she reached down for the towel. 

"You're lucky having Bill," Connie murmured. 

Linda turned to face her mother, a look of concern on her face. "Oh, Mother! 
Don't be so despondent." 

Connie smiled at her daughter. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to be. 
It's just that I'm still young enough to want a man, I guess. And Kingsville 
isn't the best place on earth to find one. 

"There isn't a man in Kingsville or anywhere else that wouldn't give his 
right arm to ... to ... " 

"Get into my pants," Connie laughed, gazing at Linda's luscious young body. 

"That's right," Linda agreed, impulsively leaning forward and kissing her 
mother on the cheek. "All we have to do is find one. I'm going to dry my 
hair and then wander over to the house next door. I feel lucky today, and a 
job for the summer would be marvelous." 

Connie smiled as she turned to leave her daughter's room. 

* * * 

Meanwhile, in the big house next door, Dr. Paul Dillon and his wife Angie 
were putting the finishing touches to the reception room leading to their 
animal clinic. After a month, they had changed the entire house from top to 
bottom, and they were ready to start advertising in the local paper and open 
a modern animal clinic. 

"Hey! Hey!" Angie giggled delightedly as she tried to finish hanging a 
drape. She was teetering precariously at the top of the stepladder, and Paul 
had just run both hands upwards over her shapely young thighs, his fingers 
running under the tight leg openings of her denim shorts. "Couldn't you wait 
until I'm finished up here?" 

Paul stepped onto the bottom rung of the ladder, moved one hand around his 
wife's hips and unzipped the fly in the front of her shorts. A moment later 
he was peeling them over her squirming hips, taking the skimpy panties with 
them as he bared Angie's firm round ass. As she squealed in protest, he 
planted a long lingering kiss on first one ass-cheek and then the other. 

Angie gave up. Paul's huge hands were gliding all over her thighs and 
groping in her pubic hair. She began wiggling and twisting. They were in 
danger of falling off the ladder. She fell back purposely, forcing him to 
grab her in his arms. 

Then a moment later, they were twisting and writhing on the carpeted floor, 
Angie screaming and pulling at his hair, while he firmly held her in place, 
kneeling between her flailing legs as he tried to unzip his fly. 

"You rat!" she cried. "Don't you think of anything else but fucking?" Angie 
kissed him, aware that his jeans were open and he was sporting a massive 
erection. 

"Not when you've been strutting around here all day looking like that," he 
gasped. His hand left his cock and moved to her blouse. "Besides, we have to 
dedicate each room as we finish it." 

She trembled as he opened her blouse, her tits bursting free and thrusting 
up toward his face as if waiting to be sucked. 

"Look at the drape," she cried. "This room isn't even finished." 

He sucked her luscious warm tit, taking in the blossoming nipple as she 
squealed delightedly. Angie held her tits in place as he continued to suck 
and nip at her swollen nipples. 

"God!" The sensational way he sucked her tits had always left her 
breathless. She delighted in the way he would assault her nipple as he 
nipped it with his teeth. 

"No, no!" she cried. The wet head of his cock was parting her cuntlips. "I 
don't want it!" She tried to twist her hips to one side, but his thighs were 
braced against hers, holding her in place. "No, no! Paul!" 

He loved to hear her protest and fight him back. It made his cock bigger and 
eager for a fucking. 

"Aaaah!" she gasped as his heavy cock moved unerringly up her cunt, widening 
out the channel and filling her with ecstasy. 

She arched herself lazily, letting him sink his big cock to the hilt. She 
felt the bristly hair around the base of his shaft, and she quivered 
excitedly. His mouth and tongue were driving one tit mad and she squeezed 
the other, filling both tits with an urgent desire. 

"Jesus!" she whispered. His cock was throbbing and pulsing inside her wet 
cunt. She started using the inner muscles of her warm, wet cunt. He'd always 
loved the way she could make her ass and hips move when he was fucking her. 
It was something she had been able to do from the start when her older 
brother had fucked her religiously every Saturday night. She'd only been 
thirteen then, but even at that early age she'd never been able to get 
enough cock inside her cunt. 

Paul switched tits, taking her by surprise. "Oh God! That feels marvelous!" 

He withdrew his mouth from her gleaming tit and kissed her on the mouth. The 
sight of her golden-hued body beneath him had always fascinated him and 
given him a fantastic hard-on. "I thought you didn't want a fucking," he 
grinned, kissing her eyes and nose as he forced more of his throbbing prick 
inside her pussy. 

She continued to work the walls of her cunt around his pulsing cock, the 
warm membranes pulling and sucking on it. "I think you just got too horny 
eyeing that blonde and her daughter next door," she grinned. "I saw you with 
the binoculars after lunch when she was getting a suntan." 

The thought of the attractive woman next door made his cock jerk, and he 
withdrew his prick. Then he rammed it home, feeling Angie bend and arch 
herself as she spread her legs. 

"Not getting jealous are you?" 

"Lord no. That daughter of hers would make a good fucking for someone too." 

He withdrew again, slowly, and then he began a series of deep, powerful 
thrusts. 

Angie laughed. "That made you horny didn't it?" The thought of Paul fucking 
the young teenager brought a bursting wave of ecstasy to her cunt. She knew 
the conversation was making his swollen prick pulse and reach even more. 

He went back to sucking on one tit, his cock ramming into her fight, 
welcoming cunt. 

Ever since they'd moved into their home, he had kept an eye on the two 
shapely women next door. A little piece of strange cunt was something he 
enjoyed. He put his hands on Angie's shoulders and raised himself, thrusting 
into her cunt. 

"And what are you going to do without another man?" he asked, his hips and 
thighs slamming against hers as she held her tits and offered them to him. 

"I guess I'll have to stick with Charlie." 

Charlie was a dog. 

"Charlie isn't big enough for you," Paul teased, thrusting jerkily now, his 
balls filled with sperm. 

"He's getting better." 

"He sure loves his fucking." 

She reached up, the persistent stabbing of his hot prick into her pussy 
bringing the first urgent mounting of her orgasm. She pulled on his ears, 
forcing his mouth onto hers. Then she began the methodical slamming of her 
hips and thighs against his. 

"Yes, yes!" 

His cock was thickening, widening out her cunt and sending wave after wave 
of tingling ecstasy to course through her loins. She lifted her firm ass off 
the carpet. as her orgasm reached the bursting point. Then with a cry, she 
swung her legs over Paul's wildly-gyrating back, her thighs clutching his 
waist as his magnificent prick churned in and out of her clutching cunt. 

The first stream of hot fuck-juice spurted against her cervix, filling her 
with a desire for more. Then she hung on, gasping and crying as Paul's cock 
emptied itself in a series of exploding geysers. 

He lay down on top of her. Her exquisite softness and the way her upthrust 
tits grated against the hair on his chest brought a melting warmth to his 
exhausted body. 

For several minutes they listened to the other's labored breathing. Then, 
very slowly, he rolled off, stretching out on his back as Angie sat up, her 
eyes bright and gleaming as she stared at his cock. 

She ran one hand over his chest and the flat plain of his belly, laughing as 
the taut muscles around his navel tensed nervously. A moment later her hand 
was cradling his cock, clasping and squeezing it affectionately. 

Paul fondled her tit. The huge, fully-blossomed nipple was still wet from 
his saliva and he strummed it with his fingers. Angie shivered, the movement 
of her shoulders making her beautiful tits jiggle. The soothing pressure of 
her fingers was making his cock hard again. 

A shiver coursed down her spine as she continued to stare at his huge cock. 
She squeezed his balls gently as his cock stirred. A moment later she was on 
her knees, both hands now fondling his big prick, a strange faraway look in 
her eyes. 

"I'll make him ready," she whispered, her little pink tongue sweeping across 
her full, sensuous lips before darting out and taking her husband's cock by 
surprise. 

"Holy Jesus!" Paul's hips jerked uncontrollably. "No, damn you, no!" His 
hand moved to her ass. "You've had enough, do you hear?" 

"You were the one that wanted to fuck." 

"And you didn't like it?" 

She kissed the tip of his straining prick. "You know I don't like cock. You 
force me every time." 

She turned her head to grin at him. His hand was clasping her thigh, driving 
her mad. That and the sight of the enormous shaft, gleaming and wet from the 
recent screwing, was turning her on. 

A few seconds later, she clutched his balls firmly. Then, very delicately, 
she placed her face over his prick, her sensuous mouth open wide. Slowly and 
teasingly she sucked on the pulsing head. 

"God, that's marvelous!" 

Paul closed his eyes, the soothing heat of Angie's mouth encasing his 
steaming cock. He moved his fingers upwards on her thigh and into the 
blazing heat of her wet cunt. Then he slowly moved first one, then two, and 
finally three stiff fingers into her grasping, clutching cunt. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Dr. Paul Dillon and his wife Angie stepped out of the shower and started 
drying themselves. 

"And no more fucking today, remember!" grinned Angie, flipping her towel 
behind her and pulling it back and forth to dry her ass. "Just let me fix 
that last drape in the reception area and by then it will be time to remove 
the stitches from Whiskey's shoulder." 

Paul was toweling his cock and balls and staring at Angie's beautiful tits 
which were swinging and swaying. 

"Jesus, what a pair of beautiful tits," he murmured approvingly. 

Angie laughed. "No wonder. What with all the exercise they get from you, I'm 
just lucky my tits aren't all worn out and sagging." 

"No fear of that," he said, grabbing the swollen mass of firmly yielding 
tit-flesh. He squeezed her tit once or twice, the feel of her tit bringing a 
dull ache to settle in his balls. Of all the women he had fucked, Angie's 
tits were still the best. 

Later, they stared at their handiwork, the entrance lobby and attractively 
furnished reception room. "I guess we'll be ready to open on Monday," Paul 
said. "I'll put an advertisement in the local paper. 

"And don't forget to put one in for a girl," Angie suggested. "One for the 
evenings and Saturdays would be fine until we get on our feet and get a 
little money in the bank." 

Paul put his arms around her and kissed her on the ear. 

She tried to turn in his arms. "Can you stop acting so horny?" 

Paul was about to answer when the doorbell rang. He released Angie, a 
puzzled look on his face. "Our first customer?" 

"I hope not," Angie answered. "I haven't even found our instruments yet." 

A moment later she saw her husband ushering in the attractive young teenager 
from the house next door. 

"Hi! I'm Linda Stapleton, your next-door neighbor." 

"Well, hi yourself," Paul grinned, taking her hand as his eyes traveled over 
her magnificently thrusting tits. "I'm Paul Dillon, and this is my wife, 
Angie. How nice of you to come and see us. 

When Angie and Linda had shaken hands, Angie led them to the living room. 
"Sit down and I'll make some coffee," she said, noting how Paul's eyes were 
still taking in the shapely young teenager as he followed her into the room. 

The short, pleated white skirt seemed to caress the tapering smooth thighs 
and encase the firmly rounded ass as Linda walked in front of him. 

Linda sat down and crossed her legs. The short skirt was creased around the 
top of her thighs and she attempted to adjust it. She thought better of it 
when she saw the look in Paul's eyes, the animal doctor being even more 
handsome than she had imagined him to be from a distance. 

Briefly, she wondered if her mother realized how good-looking the young 
doctor was. She had caught her mother staring longingly at Paul from the 
kitchen window on more than one occasion. 

Linda turned to face Paul Dillon now that he was seated opposite her. For 
some reason she found herself blushing, and it annoyed her. He was certainly 
not the first man who had taken his time looking her over, and hopefully, he 
wouldn't be the last. 

"My mother and I were tempted to drop in and welcome you to Kingsville, 
Doctor," she said. "But then you always looked so busy, we felt we would be 
intruding." 

"We're almost ready to open, officially. In fact Angie and I hope to open on 
Monday. After that, we just want to become settled in Kingsville and be a 
part of the community." 

"We've needed a veterinarian here for a long time. I think you'll be very 
busy." The way he kept looking over her tits and thighs brought an 
unexpected wave of pleasure to her loins. "I understand the farmers of the 
county have been hoping for an experienced animal doctor for years." 

"You're a very observant young lady. I mean, most young people today would 
never notice something like that about the area around them." 

Linda smiled and blushed. "Thank you," she said. He was naked from the waist 
up and his virile appearance was taking her breath away. 

Angie came in with cups of coffee. "I'm sorry I have nothing else to offer. 
I've delayed shopping until we get settled and I see what we need." 

"That's all right, Mrs. Dillon. I'm watching my figure, anyway." 

"I don't blame you," Angie countered. "I imagine every man in Kingsville is 
too." 

Linda's tits were out-lined in the front of the almost sheer blouse. Angie 
could well imagine what was going on in Paul's mind as he took in the 
ripeness of Linda's tits. 

"Have you lived in Kingsville all your life?" Angie asked, moving her chair 
next to Linda's so that she could keep an eye on Paul. 

"We moved here when I was very young. Three years old, I think. My brother 
Stevie was born that year." 

"I see." The look on Paul's face was full of lust as he tried to sip his 
coffee and continue to stare at Linda's beautiful thighs. "And what does 
your father do?" 

"Daddy was killed in an automobile accident two years ago." 

Angie reached over and placed a hand on Linda's warm, shapely thigh. "I am 
sorry," she said, sincerely. "That must have been tragic." 

"Mother has never quite got over it." 

Angie glanced at Paul. He had said jokingly one day that he hoped Mrs. 
Stapleton was a sex-hungry divorcee. Now she wondered what he thought about 
a young widow who hadn't been fucked for two years. 

"Are you still in high school?" Paul asked. 

"I finish this year," Linda replied. "I hope to go to college in the fall." 

Linda straightened up in time to see the excited look in Dr. Dillon's eyes 
as he eyed her tits. 

"I'd like to be a pharmacist." Linda tried to pull at the skirt, but gave 
up. "That's one of the reasons I dropped in. I'm looking for a summer job. 
Living next door and loving animals, I hoped you may be needing someone. I 
don't care what it is, really." 

Paul smiled. "As a matter-of-fact you came at the right time. I was just 
going to put an advertisement in the local paper." 

"You mean ... well, you think maybe I could fill the position?" Linda asked. 

Angie gave a short laugh. "I don't see why not. If you like animals, I'm 
sure you'd be perfect." 

Linda couldn't resist the urge. She leaped out of the chair and flung her 
arms around Mrs. Dillon's neck. 

"Oh thank you, Mrs. Dillon! Believe me, you won't be sorry. I'll do anything 
you want, and you'll be delighted with my work." 

The girl's enthusiasm had taken Angie by surprise, but she returned the 
affectionate hug. 

Linda walked over to where Paul was sitting, an embarrassed look on her face 
as she held out her hand. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much." 

"Don'tmention it," Paul, grinned, getting to his feet. "Don't you want to 
know anything about your salary or hours?" 

"I don't care, really. I know you'll be fair, and besides, I just want the 
job." Linda was shaking with excitement, and she felt like running all the 
way home in order to tell her mother the good news. 

But they insisted on discussing the details, the salary delighting Linda, 
and her work hours were conveniently arranged. 

Later, they proudly showed her the entire clinic, the clean, sterile 
appearance of the place intriguing Linda. 

"I can hardly wait," Linda said, feeling the doctor's interest in her. It 
gave her a feeling of being wanted, and she couldn't wait to work with the 
handsome hulk of a man. 

Angie watched the attractive girl run one hand along the long strands of 
blonde hair. There was a pleasant tingle in Angie's tits. It had been a long 
time since she had been intimate with another woman. It was one of the 
things she had missed after getting married. 

"We were just going to remove stitches from our own dog's shoulder," Angie 
said. "Perhaps you'd like to stay and watch. It isn't a very big operation. 
We just snip away the sutures, but it would be something to watch." 

"Perhaps Linda has something else she'd like to be doing," Paul said, giving 
the young teenager the opportunity to decline if she wished. 

"Oh no. I'd love to watch you." 

Angie went out to the kennels, returning with a frisky German Shepherd 
bounding along beside her. 

"This is Whiskey," she said, watching Linda wrap her arms around the excited 
dog. The girl's thighs were parted, revealing the thin ribbon of panties 
that covered the teenager's cuntlips. 

"Isn't he adorable!" Linda had difficulty controlling the excited dog. She 
eventually dropped to her knees, the dog nuzzling her neck. 

Paul was scrubbing his hands in the sink. "You're certainly not scared of 
animals, anyway," he said, the curve of the teenager's body bringing a 
surging new heat to his aching balls. 

"No, I love them." 

Paul dried his hands and then reached for the animal's collar. "We'll strap 
him in a harness just in case I make a slip with the scissors," he said, 
lifting the struggling dog onto the steel table, and strapping him down on 
his side. Then, for five minutes, he carefully cut the sutures. When he was 
satisfied, he looked at Linda's beautiful face. "That didn't bother you, did 
it Linda?" 

"Not a bit. It would have to be something far more gruesome than that to 
bother me. Besides, I think he's adorable." She patted the animal. 

"Good. No matter what the animal is brought in for, we always take the 
opportunity to examine him thoroughly." He looked at Linda who was nodding 
her head in agreement. 

Linda Stapleton watched enthralled as the doctor looked in the dog's ears 
and eyes. 

A moment later, Angie was rearranging the harness. The hind legs had been 
expertly strapped and outspread. 

Linda's eyes focused on the slim, fur-covered cock. She gasped as the 
doctor's fingers slowly and gently stroked the column of prick as Angie 
cradled the sac of tight testicles and began gently pulling them. 

"He's two years old," Angie said. She had always loved playing with an 
animal's balls, even as a child when her brother had shown her how to do it. 
She glanced at Linda's face. Linda was already expressing a mixture of 
surprise and excited shock. "Anytime from now on he'll be wanting to reap 
his wild oats," she said softly. 

Paul Dillon tried not to laugh. The young girl beside him was actually 
trembling, and he could hear her breathing hard as he continued to stroke 
and encourage the dog's cock. Slowly he increased the pressure, pressing 
ever more tightly on the thick surrounding skin. Then, almost reluctantly, 
the pink prick snaked slowly out from the tight foreskin of furry sheath. 

"They're just like men, really," Angie said softly. "They have to be 
exercised and with a little encouragement they have to show their prowess." 

Linda made a choking sound and blushed. The tingling in her tits was almost 
unbearable, and the itching which had started in her cunt was now a blazing 
fire. She swallowed hard and then stared at Dr. Dillon's handsome face. A 
series of startling shivers zigzagged between her hot cunt and her exploding 
tits. 

Paul smiled at her encouragingly. "He's coming along fine," he said. "Would 
you like to do it for me while I find a receptacle for his sperm?" 

"Wh ... what?" Linda gasped. Her legs were like jelly and the fire in her 
tits was now an inferno. 

"Just try it," Angie suggested. "It's something we often do in the clinic 
and you could help us quite easily." 

Linda stared at the doctor's fingers. They were moving back and forth along 
the straining cock. Her hand came out, but she stopped. The trembling in her 
legs was uncontrollable as she urged her fingers to move. His hand came out, 
covered hers, then gently pressed it down over the pulsing column of pink, 
meaty prick. 

"Aaaah ... " Linda gasped. "Golly!" 

Angie smiled to encourage the girl. She watched as Linda's fingers closed 
around the steaming little cock and began working back and forth along the 
sticky stem. 

"That's perfect," Angie grinned. "You'll soon get the feel of it." 

The German Shepherd gave a long wailing whine, his tongue hanging out of the 
corner of his mouth. The outspread legs and round hindquarters began a 
steady rhythmic humping, as if what Linda was doing was perfect heaven. 

Paul moved to a long counter and found a large-sized test tube. He looked 
over Linda's shoulder at Angie, a knowing grin creasing his handsome face. 
"How is he coming?" he asked, managing to keep his voice as normal as 
possible. 

"Perfect," Angie answered, her eyes gleaming as she continued fondling the 
animal's hard little balls and her eyes glued to Linda's as she continued 
gently moving fingers to rub and stroke at the rigid prong. "Linda's doing 
it beautifully. And Whiskey! Why he's just lying here and thoroughly 
enjoying it." 

Paul stood beside the shaking teenager. The girl's big blue eyes were wide 
and full of excitement and she kept nervously brushing at her long blonde 
hair. Her tits, he noted, appeared more impressive than ever. Linda 
continued playing with Whiskey's stiff little cock. 

Angie clutched the dog's warm tight balls, the movement causing his pink 
prick to throb. 

"That's perfect Linda," Angie said. "You're going to be a great help to Paul 
and I." 

Linda made a choking noise, the warm glow in her genitals and the tingling 
in her tits now unbearable. 

"Have you got a boyfriend, Linda?" Angie asked softly. 

Linda swallowed and cleared her throat. "Y-yes," she stammered. 

"I thought so." 

"Wh ... what?" Linda asked incredulously, turning her head to face the 
beautiful woman. 

Angie smiled, a knowing little look on her face. "You do this so 
beautifully. I mean, you certainly know how to do it and please him." 

Linda watched her hand work methodically on the hard little cock. "Yes, but 
... I mean ... " 

Paul's hand was on her shoulder, patting her reassuringly. "Of course, of 
course ... we understand. It's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all adults 
here." He smiled as he watched the teenager's fingers continue their expert 
fondling. "He's a little dry," he said. He got a jar of petroleum jelly from 
a nearby shelf, removed the lid and scooped some up. "There we are. Now 
continue that rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow. That's how most of us 
males like it ... as you probably know." 

Linda hesitated, then she began to rub the fascinating little cock. Slowly 
she wrapped her hand around the hot stem, delighting in the pulsing 
excitement of the cock as it nestled in the palm of her hand. 

A wave of bliss swept through her loins suddenly, making her shiver. Then, 
she brought her other hand into play, taking the cone-like head and 
squeezing it. 

"Ah yes! Now you're really getting the hang of it," Paul grinned. His cock, 
which had been slowly rising in the front of his pants, became fully erect. 
A thrill coursed through his balls. 

"He's getting excited now," Angie said, her panties becoming wet. 

"I don't blame him," Paul laughed. "The way Linda has caught on is nothing 
short of sensational." 

The dog whined as Linda's fingers were now frantically teasing and exciting 
the throbbing cock. 

"He's coming!" Linda was choking with excitement and her fingers were 
rubbing and stroking and squeezing the warm, stiff cock. She squeezed her 
thighs together, aware for the first time that cunt-juice was soaking the 
crotch of her panties. "Oh yes, now he's coming!" 

Angie withdrew her fingers from the dog's balls. She watched Linda promptly 
take over, fondling the taut balls and making the cock strain more. 
"Beautiful, Linda. And so thoroughly done." 

Paul was almost coming in his pants. The teenager's tits were actually 
bouncing in her tight white blouse. He held the test tube near the end of 
the dome-like head of the straining prick, waiting for the jet of hot sperm. 

"Yes, Linda. You certainly know what to do with cock, don't you?" he said 
quietly, aware now that the young girl was almost out of her mind. "Steady 
and methodical, that's the secret isn't it? Your boyfriend is a lucky young 
man, isn't he, Angie?" 

Linda choked with impending anticipation. Her eyes were glued to the tip of 
the pointed cock, waiting frantically for the spouting juices which, 
hopefully, would spurt into the waiting container. She was aware of the 
doctor's arm around her waist as he, too, waited excitedly for the 
ejaculation. Then Linda pulled the hard taut balls tighter, her other hand 
encasing the slippery, pulsing column of the animal's cock. 

A moment later Linda was crying out ecstatically as the first gush of hot 
fuck-juice spurted from the end of the cock, spewing into the test tube 
which the doctor was holding. 

"I agree, her boyfriend is a lucky young man, Paul," Angie said, her voice 
high-pitched as the outpourings continued from the dog's prick. "Marvelously 
done, dear. Now just keep it up and you'll have those balls drained. That's 
it, Linda. Beautiful darling!" The teenager's excitement was overflowing as 
her busy fingers kept rubbing the dog's prick long after the last of the 
semen had been shot. 

Linda stood back from the table, the doctor's arm still around her. She 
shook and panted painfully. She was holding her hands out in front of her, 
the stickiness of the dog's semen making her fingers stick together. She 
used the back of her hand to brush the hair from her forehead, realizing for 
the first time that she was perspiring. 

"Good grief!" she moaned, her eyes focused on the test tube with its creamy 
white contents. 

Suddenly, the doctor turned and smiled at Linda. "How did you like your 
first lesson in animal care?" 

"It was certainly ... thrilling," she admitted, taking a deep breath as 
Angie handed her a wet washcloth. 

"And you certainly knew how to do it," Angie said, watching Linda wipe her 
sticky hands. "At college," she lied, "most girls became so excited they did 
it too fast." 

"What ... what difference would it make?" asked Linda innocently. She was 
still shaking from the experience, and she was feeling sexually aroused. Far 
more, in fact, than Bill Dexter had ever aroused her. 

"The sperm is too weak if you rub and arouse the cock too quickly." Paul was 
now standing near the counter and putting drops of the semen on a microscope 
slide. "You've probably noticed with your boyfriend that an early 
ejaculation is very weak and watery." He stared into the lens of the 
microscope to stop from laughing. 

"Yes ... no! I mean I ... well I ... " 

"Haven't noticed?" Angie asked, pretending surprise. "Well, I'd say by the 
way you did it today, your boyfriend hasn't any problem with weak sperm." 

Linda blushed and stared, fascinated as Angie proceeded to wash the German 
Shepherd's genitals. "It was certainly something I never expected to do this 
afternoon when I walked in," she admitted swallowing hard and trying to 
control the spasms of excited joy which were still racing through her cunt. 
"I mean, I suppose I did all right. I can still have the job, can't I?" 

Paul turned and smiled. "We'll be delighted to have you on our team, Linda. 
You certainly seem to have a way with animals, and that's the most important 
thing about working in an animal hospital." 

Angie washed the animal's cock and balls. "I think we're very lucky 
discovering Linda with so little trouble." She smiled at the pleased look on 
the teenager's face. Briefly she wondered if the beautiful young girl would 
look as contented once Paul had fucked her. Then she thought of Charlie, and 
a new glint of excitement streaked across her beautiful dark eyes. She could 
hardly wait to see the lithesome teenager struggling beneath the 
enthusiastic dog as he sank his cock into the teenager's cunt. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"His name is Whiskey and he's a German Shepherd." 

Linda Stapleton was excitedly informing her mother of her experiences at the 
animal clinic next door. 

"You obviously made a good impression," Connie Stapleton said thoughtfully. 
Her daughter's little skirt was hiked around the girl's hips and she could 
well imagine the impression Linda would make on the virile-looking Dr. 
Dillon. "Is Mrs. Dillon nice?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent. 

"Oh yes. She's so friendly and she has a gorgeous figure." 

Connie gave a little laugh. "Yes, Dr. Dillon has his hands full, I imagine." 

"Anyway," Linda went on, refusing to be put off by her mother's sarcastic 
remark, "we removed the stitches." 

"We?" her mother asked in mock surprise. 

"Well, Dr. Dillon did. He wanted to see if I could stand seeing an 
operation, but it didn't bother me a bit. Then he examined the dog all over 
and let me help him." 

"That was nice. What did you do?" 

"Dr. Dillon gave him a thorough examination. Whiskey is two years old and 
will soon be ready for ... for ... breeding." Linda ran one finger under her 
bra strap, easing the tension in her tits. 

"He did?" Connie asked, the subject suddenly interesting her. 

Connie had just managed to close the erotic novel she had been reading, and 
she had tucked it under the cushion when Linda had walked in. Her tits were 
still aching from the graphic description of a screwing between a man and 
two teenagers hitchhiking across Nevada. She coughed and crossed her long 
legs. "How ... I mean, how did he do that? I mean, check the dog for 
breeding?" 

"He wanted a sample of Whiskey's sperm." 

Connie swallowed hard, surprised at the streaks of excitement coursing 
through her pussy. "You mean, he actually made the dog ... made the poor 
thing ... come?" She had always found dogs fucking on the street a little 
disgusting, yet this sounded so exciting. 

"Whiskey seemed to like it." 

"I bet he did. You mean, he actually rubbed the dog's ... Gosh! Where was 
Mrs. Dillon during all of this?" 

"She played with Whiskey's testicles, and the doctor started ... well ... 
rubbing and stroking the ... the ... " 

"Cock?" Connie asked impatiently. "Yes, but then he asked me to do it while 
he prepared the receptacle." 

"Lord!" A vision of Linda delightedly rubbing a dog's cock brought a wave of 
lust to her cunt. "And did it ... I mean, did it give a lot when it came?" 

The subject was becoming fascinating, and it was obvious Linda didn't mind 
talking about it. Besides, ever since Connie's craving for cock had started 
to grow month by month, all she had been able to think about was a cock 
spuming out the hot fuck-juice into her cunt. 

"Yes, Dr. Dillon said it was perfect, and he promptly put it under a 
microscope for examination." 

"Well, I'm blessed!" Connie recrossed her legs, aware that a mini-orgasm had 
soaked into her panties. She hoped it wouldn't stain the chair cushion. "You 
certainly had an entertaining afternoon, and if you can work the evenings 
and Saturdays until school finishes, you'll be all set." She wondered how 
the young, attractive doctor could stand watching a pert, shapely young 
teenager rub an animal's cock without getting a hard-on. Then she recalled 
how Dr. Simpson had practically had his head up her cunt whenever he 
examined her before having babies. A spasm of lust raced through her cunt, 
making her shiver. 

"I have to get a uniform." Linda explained. 

"I'm going shopping tomorrow afternoon. We could go together and I'll help 
you pick the style." 

* * * 

The next day Linda and her mother were startled to find Mrs. Dillon had 
already chosen the style. 

"They're really beautiful," said the salesgirl, holding up a gossamer-thin 
uniform. "It's what all the big-city nurses are wearing, according to Mrs. 
Dillon." 

"Good grief!" Mrs. Stapleton could see every wrinkle on the girl's hand 
through two layers of the see-through uniform. "No wonder the nurses are 
doing everything but nursing in the hospitals these days." 

Linda took the uniform and held it to her chin. The crotch of her panties 
would just be visible at the hemline of the uniform. "I'll have to buy new 
undergarments," Linda said thoughtfully. 

"Preferably something colored," her mother suggested. "I'm beginning to 
think Dr. Dillon is running a sex clinic instead of an animal clinic." 

The salesgirl was busy shuffling other uniforms. "Mrs. Dillon said I was to 
tell you to go to the lingerie department and pick out anything else you 
needed." 

"Thank goodness for that," Linda grinned. "Bras and panties cost a fortune 
these days." 

In the lingerie department, Linda and her mother were even more surprised. 
The bra which Mrs. Dillon had recommended was a flimsy, gauzy little thing 
which appeared to have been cut in half. The bra was a thin netty band which 
passed under the thrusting young tits, holding them boldly displayed with 
the nipples about to burst. 

"Wow!" Connie grinned as Linda walked out of the dressing room. "What a 
marvelous dress for a wild New Year's Eve party." The thin fabric of the 
uniform had molded itself firmly over Linda's straining tits. 

"Oh, Mother!" Linda said, a little exasperated at her mother's complaining. 
"No one will see me at the clinic except old men and women who bring their 
cats and dogs." 

"And the doctor," she reminded her daughter, dropping to one knee and 
lifting the hemline. The bikini brief was little more than a thin band of 
elastic around the girl's waist. "Don't ever forget your underwear," Connie 
grinned, startled at the growing lust which was flooding through her loins. 

"I wouldn't mind the doctor," Linda murmured. "But after all, Mother, it's 
no worse than your new bikini." 

Connie got to her feet. "Of course it isn't, darling, and if you feel 
comfortable in that uniform, I think you should wear it. I always say if you 
have a good body, show it." Connie imagined the doctor taking in those 
healthy young tits. She even hoped he might give them a good working over. 
She doubted if Bill Dexter had even tried to be a tit-man. "And quite 
frankly, I think Mrs. Dillon is paying you a compliment." 

* * * 

Angie finished her drink beside the pool and handed her glass to Paul. They 
had watched Linda Stapleton and her mother leave on the shopping trip, Angie 
assuming the young girl was probably picking up her uniform. 

"It will be interesting to see if she takes the bra I suggested," Angie 
grinned. "With that see-through uniform, anything would look sensational 
under it, but if she has the nerve to wear what I had ordered in specially, 
she'll make a sight that will keep every male in Kingsville fully primed all 
day. Including you, darling." Angie brushed the palm of her hand over the 
front of his shorts. 

"You're determined to make her the first member of our exclusive club, 
aren't you?" 

"She and her mother." Angie kept stroking at his fly as he continued to 
stare down at her. "There's lots there to keep us all happy." Her fingers 
closed over the denim of his shorts and clasped his upthrust cock. 

"Not Linda. She's jailbait." 

Angie smiled. "For how long?" 

"Two months," he said, grinning and moving out of reach of her hand. 

"There's nothing to stop you from letting her get the feel of it, is there?" 
she asked, watching him walk toward the patio doors. 

"No," he replied. 

"And I certainly intend letting her get the feel of Whiskey," she added, 
"and possibly Charlie. Charlie's getting quite good, really." 

Later, when Paul Dillon had driven out to one of the thoroughbred ranches, 
Angie reluctantly retired to the house. She had hoped Linda and her mother 
would return to their house, then she would invite them over for a drink by 
the pool. The two women, however, had failed to return, and she decided to 
take a shower before preparing dinner. 

Half an hour later, still buoyed by the erotic conversation with Paul, and 
the fact that she had allowed the sharp spray of the shower to concentrate 
almost entirely on her tits, she stepped out of the tub, opened the door and 
called to Whiskey. 

The German Shepherd came bounding down the hall and into the bathroom. 

"Hi, fella! Want to do some licking?" Angie continued drying her hair as she 
thrust out her pelvis toward the dog. "You like that soap, don't you?" 

Angle shivered unexpectedly as the animal's muzzle touched her thighs. 
"Ooooooh! That's naughty," she croaked, unable to believe the exquisite 
ecstasy that was sweeping through her cunt. 

For several minutes, the dog was content to lick tentatively at the deep 
gully between her thighs. The point of his tongue touched the lush growth of 
thick black pubic hair. He withdrew momentarily and licked at the crop of 
pubic hair. 

Angie stared down at the gently licking tongue, the dog's baleful eyes 
staring up at her. 

"That tastes good, doesn't it? My goodness, but you're getting to be a 
naughty boy," she whispered, managing to keep her thighs and legs together, 
even though the persistent licking was driving her insane. 

Angie stretched and brushed at her thick black hair, feeling the dog's 
stabbing, darting tongue entering deeply into the crack between her thighs. 
"I don't know if I should let you enjoy that some more or not," she warned 
him. "Letting another girl play with your cock made me very jealous, you 
know." 

Angie thrust her hips forward as the long tongue continued to lick her 
glistening pubic hair. "And a little girl at that. Getting her all excited. 
And not even offering to give her an inch or two of that cock of yours. 
Well, just a little more." 

Angie shivered. Then she parted her thighs, feeling the dog's hot, sticky 
tongue darting into the deepening chasm and sweeping over her swollen 
cuntlips for the first time. 

"Oooooooh! Easy!" She gasped with excitement as the coursing thrills swept 
upwards to her tits. "Oh my goodness but you're naughty today!" Her breath 
was coming in jerky gusts, the tantalizing stroking of the tongue bringing a 
surging need to her cunt. "You do that to Linda and you'll send the child 
stark raving mad." 

Angie threw away the towel and bunched her fully swollen tits, squeezing and 
kneading them as if to counteract the persistent licking of the tongue. 

"Marvelous," she groaned, "and I haven't even let you in." 

She worked on her tits, lifting, molding, kneading and twisting her burning 
nipples. 

The first droplets of juice oozed out of her cunt. The dog responded. His 
tongue parted the cuntlips for the first time, bringing a racking tremor to 
her twisting thighs. Then, the dog thrust his curled and stiffened tongue 
through the outer lips and into the moist heat of her hot cunt-hole. 

For almost five minutes, Angie accepted the torture of the dog's attention 
to her excited cunt. Briefly, she wished she had made Paul fuck her before 
he left for the country. Whiskey loved to lick her clean after Paul had 
fucked her, and on those occasions, she could endure the dog's attention for 
the longest time. 

Angie parted her thighs a little more, the big dog immediately taking 
advantage and moving in as he tried to get more of his hot, eager tongue 
into her cunt. 

"Good God!" she gasped as the animal persisted in licking avidly at her 
clit, sending devastating streaks of raw lust to sweep up and down her cunt. 
She twisted her nipples as she stared at the humping dog. The dog's wet 
black nose was crushed against her pubic mound. A moment later the dog had 
thrust three inches of lavishly-licking tongue upward s into the clutching 
tunnel of her burning cunt. 

"Oooooow! Whiskey!" she groaned, unable to believe the fabulous sensation 
the dog was causing. His tongue was moving methodically now and flicking at 
her clit as it moved up and down. 

Whiskey was rewarded with a new load of fresh juice, which he proceeded to 
lick with mounting relish. The coarse hair around his mouth titillated her 
ever-moving cunt and thighs. Her thick, curly pubic hair tickled the end of 
his nose, but nothing stopped him from licking the delicious cunt-juice. 

"Oh, you rascal!" 

Never had the dog been so good. Angie milked her tits, groaning as his 
thrusting tongue continued its sensational action. Then, unable to stand it 
a moment longer, and with her orgasm mounting with frightening speed, Angie 
placed one foot onto the edge of the tub, giving the animal all the room it 
needed to ream out her exploding cunt. She was bending over, one hand 
reaching under the dog's wildly-flailing tail to the hard cluster of balls, 
her other hand hungrily searching under the dog for the quivering column of 
his pink cock. 

Whiskey whined as her fingers fondled his balls. He panted frantically, as 
other fingers closed around his steaming cock. Then, spurred on by the flow 
of sticky fuck-juice now oozing out of the delicious hole, he resumed his 
penetration of the glistening tunnel, his tongue darting in. 

The rising swell of convulsive lust made Angie rub Whiskey's thickening 
prick. She grasped the swelling testicles tightly, delighting in the way the 
stiff little cock erected. Then she closed her fingertips around the 
cone-like head, squeezing and milking at the soft, spongy flesh as the dog 
began licking more avidly than ever before. 

A moment later, she felt the throbbing eagerness of Whiskey's prick as it 
readied itself for the spurting fuck-juice. Then, as her own mountainous 
orgasm burst in her cunt, deluging the dog's slashing tongue, her hand 
cradled his cock, helping it ejaculate in a series of wild, convulsing 
jerks. 

Whiskey still licked thoughtfully at the dripping hole, his enthusiasm 
dampened momentarily, but then as more and more of the delectable cunt-juice 
bubbled onto his stabbing tongue, he gradually became more interested. 

"You're a very naughty boy," Angie whispered, her fingers fluttering over 
the end of the animal's shrinking cock. She was disappointed at not having 
thrown the dog quickly onto its back. The sight of spurting come had always 
fascinated her. She rubbed at the dog's flaccid pink prick. She felt the 
slim piece of slippery roll gradually exert itself once more into a stiff 
prong of stubborn bone. 

"That's better isn't it?" she whispered. "Now you could take on the little 
girl next door." 

The thought of the dog fucking Linda Stapleton filled Angie with growing 
anticipation. Teasingly, she closed her thighs over the cool nose of the 
German Shepherd. Then, her eyes glazed with lust and a growing pain of 
anticipation smoldering in her genitals, and she dropped to her knees and 
stretched forward on the bath mat. 

The dog, now fully primed, stared at her upturned buttocks. Angie smiled as 
the dog, drawn by the scent of the fuck juice now dribbling down the side of 
one thigh, nuzzled between her thighs. He licked hungrily for several 
minutes, his rough tongue sending startling streaks of ecstasy from Angie's 
thighs to her pulsing cunt. 

Then, a moment later, the dog's frantic paws were scratching on her back, 
stumbling and falling over her outstretched legs and feet. 

The first thrust of his hot shaft of cock caused Angie to moan from sheer 
joy. Then her hand found the pulsing cone of cockhead and steered it into 
her waiting hole. Angie's grateful moan and the dog's enthusiastic whine 
blended, the four-inch shaft of hot cock fucking into the welling heat of 
her cunt. 

"Oh marvelous, Whiskey!" 

Angie worked the inner muscles of her cunt, grasping the dog's quivering 
prick and making Whiskey lurch and hump. Then, as she gasped delightedly and 
closed her eyes, the powerful thrusting of the animal's cock brought on the 
orgasm she had been wanting all day. 

Whiskey stretched out over the rounded ass of his mistress, his furry coat 
tickling Angie and adding to her excitement. The first tumultuous explosion 
had drained them both, but now the second was about to break. 

The dog methodically whipped his stiff prick into the warm, gulping hole. He 
gallantly hung on, his haunches slapping against the rounded cheeks of her 
ass and bringing a surging lust into his taut, eager balls. 

"Marvelous, Whiskey!" Angie moaned. "Nice and steady, just the way I like 
it. Oh, you're such a good boy!" 

The dog jerked, his hot little prick brushing Angie's exploding clit. 

"Beautiful, beautiful!" she gasped, her mounting orgasm taking her breath 
away. 

The dog staggered for a moment. She spread her knees quickly and gave him 
more room. Then she hung on, gasping and crying as his prick thickened and 
widened out her hole. A few thrusts later, the jets of the hot dog-come 
spurted into her clutching cunt. Then she was shaking and trembling 
uncontrollably as Whiskey, with a few determined jerks, emptied his balls. 

* * * 

Later, when Dr. Paul Dillon returned home, he found Angie sprawled out on 
her back. She was still on the bathroom floor with Whiskey curled up between 
her outstretched legs, his nose wedged into her crotch. 

"Well, well!" he grinned. "What have we here? A little hanky-panky?" 

Angie opened her eyes, then grinned up at him. "I had to take the next best 
thing," she groaned, cupping her tits. "How did you get along, anyway?" 

"I met a couple of good prospects," he said, squeezing her tit. He moved his 
other hand to pat Whiskey's head. "Now don't get jealous," Paul snapped, 
pulling on the animal's ear. "After all, you're the only one who's had a 
piece of tail today, so you've nothing to complain about." 

"It was there for the asking," Angie pointed out as Paul continued to 
squeeze and fondle her tit. "You just wanted to work instead of play. Maybe 
if you're very good tonight, I'll let you give me a real screwing. How's 
that?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was two weeks later and Angie Dillon and Connie Stapleton were lying in 
the sun beside the Dillon's pool. 

It was mid-afternoon, and Dr. Dillon was glancing through the window of the 
operating room at the two bikini-clad women. Over the last two weeks, Connie 
and Angie had become firm friends. 

"It's too bad we hadn't got to know each other from the day we moved to 
town," Angie said. She was taking in Connie's beautiful tits which were 
towering upwards as if waiting to be sucked, the thin material of the 
bikini-top molded perfectly over the upthrust peaks. "It takes so long to 
get settled." 

"I realize that," Connie replied, running her fingers under the elastic of 
the bra. "I'm just delighted to be here and be able to use the pool. I love 
swimming, but it's such a bore getting ready and driving all the way to the 
lake. Besides, Linda has a boyfriend and I don't think it's good for her to 
spend too much time with an oldie like me." 

"How old are you, Connie?" Angie asked. "That is if you don't mind telling 
me." 

"Thirty-six." 

"No one would ever tell. If it wasn't for Linda, I'd have said you were 
twenty-eight. Your figure's nothing short of sensational." 

"Oh come on now." Connie laughed. 

"I mean it. And Paul has said so too." 

The idea that the virile-looking Paul had even noticed her figure brought 
back the feeling of sensuality to her crotch. It was a feeling that was 
becoming more and more familiar as the weeks went by. "I can't imagine why. 
I took one look at you and thought you were the shapeliest female to ever 
hit Kingsville." 

Angie looked thoughtful. "It's been two years, hasn't it?" 

"Since I lost David? Yes." 

"No boyfriends in sight?" 

Connie shook her head. "Not too much choice in Kingsville. Even the married 
men don't try something different. And I'm not very good at socializing, 
either." 

"It's not good for you, really. I mean, with a body like yours, you should 
be having fun." 

"Are you trying to say I should be having some sex in my life?" Connie 
asked, grinning. 

"Yes, I am. Don't you often feel like it?" 

"Sometimes." 

"I couldn't do without it," Angle said. "I had my first piece when I was 
twelve or thirteen--I don't remember which. My older brother had started 
teasing me when I was about eleven. That's when I first started getting 
lumpy. It must have been over a year before he'd let me touch him, and six 
months after that before he jumped me. God! I'll never forget how marvelous 
it was." 

"You mean ... you mean, he actually ... actually fucked you?" 

"Indeed he did." 

"That's incredible!" 

"Not where I came from. We were poor and a big family. It was all a part of 
loving each other, I suppose." 

"Yes, but ... but ... I mean that's incest." 

Connie fiddled with the bra of her bikini again, the conversation doing 
nothing to calm the ache in her cunt. For some reason ever since Linda had 
described how she and Angie had made the dog ejaculate, she had found Angie 
and Paul frighteningly sexy. 

Angie laughed at Connie's prudishness. "I don't think it did me any harm. 
After all, it was someone I liked and even loved, although at the time you 
didn't care to think of a brother as someone you loved." 

"That's the point with me, I guess. I mean, I suppose I could find a man, 
but unfortunately I'm old-fashioned enough to think I should like him." 

"Do you like Paul?" 

"What!" asked Connie incredulously. She was blushing. Now that he was 
practically being offered to her, she was behaving like a schoolgirl about 
to see her first cock. "You mean ... you ... you mean you would actually 
allow your husband to ... Good grief!" 

"Good heavens! You'd only be borrowing about eight inches of wonderful cock 
for a few minutes," Angie laughed. "I wouldn't expect you to try and run off 
with him or anything like that." Out of the corner of her eye, Angie could 
just make out the way Connie was breathing heavily and obviously thinking 
about it. "It was just an idea," she mumbled as she lay back and reached for 
her cigarettes and lighter. "I know he wouldn't mind obliging." 

Connie's brain was in a whirl. Her tits were on fire and the bikini bra had 
suddenly become too tight. She glanced quickly down, a little disturbed to 
find her nipples bulging teasingly through the nylon. Then she noted a wisp 
of blonde pubic hair curled obscenely from the wispy piece of nylon at her 
crotch. She reached for the cigarette Angie was holding out toward her. 

"Thanks," she whispered after taking a drag, the turmoil in her loins and 
the flaming desire in her tits almost driving her out of her mind. "And 
thanks for the offer. Maybe someday--if he thinks the same way--we'll get 
together." 

"Oh, he thinks the same way," Angie grinned. "I'd say he was just dying to 
fuck you." 

Later, when Paul arrived by the pool in his shorts and holding a tray of 
drinks, Connie was aware that he was studying her tits. She blushed, not 
only in the face but down through her neck and over the swelling mounds of 
exposed tit. 

"You girls have a good time while I was working my butt off?" He had 
purposely chosen to sit down next to Angie in order to get a better view of 
Connie's fabulous tits. 

"Were you busy?" Connie asked, wanting to say something to hide her 
self-consciousness. 

"Surprisingly so. I'll be pleased when that beautiful daughter of yours is 
working full time. Then I'll let Angie and her do the afternoons while I 
look after the county." 

Connie nodded her head and smiled. She fought an urge to adjust the bikini 
bra now that he was so obviously interested in her tits. "She's certainly 
enthusiastic about the job up to now," she said thoughtfully as she took a 
deep sip of the gin and tonic. 

"And we're enthusiastic about her." Angie said running her fingers up and 
down Paul's spine. "Aren't we, darling?" 

"We certainly are. I still can't get over my good fortune in having her walk 
in for the job." He stared suddenly into Connie's eyes. "Who knows? By the 
time she goes off to college, we may have talked you into taking over from 
Linda." 

Connie grinned back at him, gaining some composure. "You might. But I have 
Stevie to think about after Linda goes." 

"We can work something out when the time comes." Paul stretched out as Angie 
started scratching his back. "How about a swim before dinner. I feel all hot 
and bothered, for some reason." 

Both women laughed. 

Angie said, "You're always hot and bothered." Then she glanced at Connie in 
time to see her look of unbridled excitement. "Let's join him and show him 
how to swim, Connie." 

Paul pulled Connie roughly to her feet. Then the three of them ran to the 
side of the pool and jumped in. 

Connie was never sure whether the gentle brushing of her tits while they 
were underwater was an accident or arranged. She was just aware of the 
flames in her raging tits. Then she was swimming powerfully down the length 
of the pool. 

She was sure he was going to grab her and hold her tightly against his 
powerful body. 

She reached the far end of the pool a split second before him and hung onto 
the safety rail as he joined her. Angie swam to the other side of Connie and 
gasped. 

"Phew!" Angie gasped. "You're quite a swimmer." 

Connie, realizing her tits were almost free of the stupid little triangles 
of the bikini bra, was frantically adjusting the straps. 

"I imagine Connie does everything well," Paul suggested, a wide grin on his 
handsome face as he looked at Connie's bulging tits. 

Before Connie knew what was happening, Paul's hand was covering hers, 
removing them from bikini straps. 

"No, oh no!" she pleaded, even before she knew for certain what he had in 
mind. "No, please. Stevie will be ... " 

Before she could finish, she felt Angie's cold fingertips on her back. A 
split second later she felt the release of the bikini top as Angie unclasped 
the tight strap. 

Then, for the first time in two years, Connie felt the unbelievable thrill 
of a man's huge hands covering her raging tits and squeezing them 
affectionately. 

"Oh God!" Connie gasped, closing her eyes as the full impact of what was 
happening swept through her body from head to toe. She felt herself sinking, 
and her hands flew to his shoulders. His knee had somehow gotten between her 
thighs, moving up to her cunt. Her thighs closed gratefully around the 
supporting knee and thigh and she hung on frantically, every nerve and every 
muscle of her hungry body trembling and shaking in anticipation. 

For several minutes all that could be heard was Connie's erratic breathing 
as she fought valiantly against the urge to faint. She was aware of Angie's 
hand moving flatly over her quivering spine. 

Connie luxuriated in the ecstatic joy of his fingers and palms which were 
avidly working on her tits. 

"There, there!" Angie whispered. "That feels good, doesn't it?" 

Connie moaned, aware for the first time that the lump poking at her belly 
was his upthrust cock. She slowly pressed forward. Then she shivered 
ecstatically as once again the huge cock, still confined in his shorts, 
pressed eagerly against the firm muscles of her tummy. 

"Please ... God, please ... Stevie will be ... will be coming home!" 

"Shhh!" Angie murmured. "He can't see you from this distance. Besides, don't 
you like the feel of a man around you once more?" 

"Yes!" 

Angie moved her hand into the bikini bottom. "There, there," she whispered 
softly, moving her hand teasingly over Connie's beautiful ass and squeezing 
it. "That feels good doesn't it? Why don't you and Paul go inside and I'll 
watch for Stevie?" 

Connie hesitated for a moment as Paul's fabulous hands continued their 
expert massaging. Then, ever so slowly and nervously, she raised her head. 
She looked questioningly at him, as if asking if it would be alright. 

Connie was silent as they left the pool, walking hand in hand through the 
patio doors. She was shaking from head to foot, knowing she was going to be 
fucked for the first time in years. Her body felt like a shaking mass of 
jelly at the thought of a big thick prick getting into her cunt. 

In the hallway, at the foot of the stairs, Paul slid one arm around her 
waist. The bikini top hung loose, the twin bulges of her magnificent tits 
bouncing as she climbed each step. 

The fact that he was staring at them added to the ecstatic tingling coursing 
around the nipples. Now, to her surprise, Connie was filled with terror, her 
heart beating wildly. 

In the bedroom, Paul turned to face her, taking her in his arms and holding 
her close. She turned her face away at the last moment and he kissed her 
forehead. It was as if the first full realization of what was happening had 
suddenly hit her. 

She was about to raise her arms and fling them around his shoulders. But 
then his hands were prying away the bikini straps. The touch of his fingers 
was enough to make her lose consciousness, but she hung on, breathing 
heavily as she realized he was getting the first full view of her 
sensational tits. 

Then his hands were at her waist, pushing her bikini bottom over her hips. 
Even then, she did not realize his wet shorts had followed. Not until his 
arms were around her, pulling her against him. Then she felt the powerful 
upthrust cock burying in the yielding firmness of her tummy. 

She moaned gratefully, ecstatically, closing her eyes to the overwhelming 
cloud of sheer bliss that swept over her. She opened her mouth, his mouth 
immediately meeting hers as his tongue started the swirling penetration into 
her hot, waiting mouth. 

Vaguely, they heard Angie outside, talking to Stevie who had come in search 
of his mother. 

But then Paul's hard-working hands were lifting and molding Connie's blazing 
tits, kneading and caressing them as Connie melted in his arms and began a 
gyrating motion with her hips. 

She sucked avidly on his tongue, her hips grinding against his and her damp 
pubic hair joyously mingling with his. Never had she enjoyed such complete 
lovemaking as his marvelous hands moved unerringly over her tits. 

He twisted away from her. Then he kissed her gently on her nose and eyes and 
finally on her ear. She shivered in response. His cock brushed against her 
soft round belly. "You missed your cock, didn't you?" he asked. 

"God, yes!" 

Connie's brain was in chaos and everything around her was swirling in a fog. 
His hands were on the cheeks of her ass, holding her in place and at the 
same time squeezing and spreading and driving her insane. 

"You need a good fucking, don't you?" 

She shivered ecstatically and moaned. "Anytime you need it, all you have to 
do is ask. How about cock, Connie? Do you do a little sucking?" 

Connie gave a long drawn-out moan. 

David had never let her kiss his cock on the few occasions she had wanted to 
try. Then in all the sexy books she had read recently, the females were 
always crazy about cock-sucking. 

She shook her head, then she immediately realized he would think she didn't 
want to suck his cock. She pulled away from his arms, and in a daze she fell 
to her knees, her hands grabbing wildly at the majestic cock which was 
upthrust and throbbing before her lust-filled eyes. 

"Oh God!" she whispered, staring at the towering column of thick cock. 

She clasped the throbbing shaft, her other hand moving under his heavy 
scrotum, clutching his powerful balls and holding them. Indescribable 
streaks of pounding excitement swept through her at the first feel of a real 
live hot cock in her hands. She gave a soft moan and moved closer. 

She planted a tender, lingering kiss on the throbbing shaft, following it 
immediately with another and another, moving upwards until her lips had 
settled on the bulging cockhead. 

"Easy, darling! Easy!" 

She held her lips in place, tonguing his hot cockhead. Then she gave a 
startled little cry as a spurt of hot fuck-juice jetted from the glimmering 
hole. 

The full musky odor took her breath away and then filled her with lust. Any 
remaining reluctance she may have had disappeared. Her hand tightened on the 
massive column, and she noted for the first time how her fingertips failed 
to meet. 

She squeezed the huge balls which were swelling with lust. She held them as 
if she were weighing them, a far away, dreamy look in her eyes. Then, with 
an animal-like cry, she opened her mouth timidly, moving her lips to the 
bulging, pulsing head. 

"Jesus!" Paul was staring down at the beautiful blonde whose face was but a 
fraction of an inch from his steaming cock. Never had he seen a woman so 
enthusiastic for cock. Even Angie, on their honeymoon, hadn't shown this 
much excitement. 

He put his hands on her softly-rounded shoulders as Connie's sensuous mouth 
opened wide. She was having difficulty forcing his stiff prick into a 
horizontal position. 

Paul watched, fascinated, as the beautiful mouth sucked on an inch of his 
mushroom-like head. Another series of little spurts streaked out of the tip 
and into her waiting mouth. 

Connie's lips touched the pulsing cone, closing around it and moving 
forward, over the ridge. 

"Jesus, sweet Jesus!" he gasped, unable to believe the exquisite pleasure. 

For several minutes, he tried to stare at the ceiling and take his mind off 
the fantastic torture she was giving him. Never had he seen a woman so 
obviously hungry to suck cock. He finally stared down at the beautiful face. 
Slowly, he moved his hands to her face, holding her gently as her hungry 
mouth sucked the throbbing head of his eager cock. 

To Connie, the experience was shattering. She had never sucked cock before, 
yet she found it devastatingly exciting, just as it was in those fuck books 
she had read. She had never really believed that she would ever have the 
opportunity to try it, even if she got up enough nerve to try. Yet the 
pleasure she was giving this big, handsome hunk of male was obvious. His 
powerful legs and thighs trembled and quivered with obvious delight. 

Connie's mouth was beginning to ache. She used her tongue, washing over the 
pulsing cone and stabbing repeatedly at the hard knot beneath. Her 
excitement was mounting with lightning-like speed, and she could feel the 
thin streams of her fuck-juice running down her thighs. She tried 
frantically to decide whether to continue sucking the magnificent cock or 
ask for the fucking she craved. 

A moment later, Paul made up her mind for her. 

"Now, now," he whispered. "You're getting too excited." His hands forced her 
away although her tongue continued flicking over the gleaming cock. "Let's 
see if I can take some of the excitement out of you." 

He pushed her back onto the shag carpet. 

She stretched out. Her big blue eyes were wide and still focused on his 
upthrust cock as he knelt beside her. Then her eyes were wider as she 
realized Angie was walking in to join them. 

Angie smiled and dropped alongside her. She moved her hands to the towering 
peaks of Connie's tits. "You're ready for your fucking, aren't you, 
darling?" 

"Please," Connie croaked, spreading her legs wide as Paul positioned himself 
between them. 

"I'll help you." Angie's hands moved effortlessly over her swollen breasts, 
teasing the nipples. She watched Paul guide his throbbing prick into 
Connie's cunt, the tip of his cock disappearing slowly between the 
glistening cuntlips. 

"Doesn't that feel wonderful?" Angie worked frantically on the twin pyramids 
as Connie groaned and arched her beautiful body. "Now he's getting into 
you," Angie cried delightedly as Paul withdrew and started a steady lunging 
into the moaning woman. "Give her everything you've got, darling! Don't hold 
anything back." Angie enjoyed watching Paul fuck almost as much as she liked 
to fuck. "Isn't he sensational, darling?" 

"Just fuck me. Please!" Never could Connie ever remember she and David 
fucking so ecstatically. It was as if she couldn't get enough of this 
sensational cock which seemed to fill her pussy with every lunge. "Yes, 
yes!" she cried. She humped her hips desperately, moving in perfect time to 
the deep, plunging penetrations of Paul's throbbing cock. A moment later, 
she was crying with sheer joy as Paul began avidly sucking on her jutting 
nipple. 

For almost five minutes, Paul sank his thick, hot cock into the smoldering 
heat of Connie's luscious cunt. Connie's cries and whimpers spurred him on. 
The lush beauty of the blonde woman and the obvious joy she was getting from 
the fucking were all bringing the surging heat to his bursting balls. 

Paul moved to the other tit, taking her by surprise. A moment later her hand 
moved upwards past his face. Only then did he realize Angie had slipped her 
bikini bra off and Connie was hungrily fondling Angie's tit. Then he began a 
series of long withdrawals and powerful lunges, the tip of his huge cock 
repeatedly touching her cervix, forcing the writhing woman to hump her cunt 
against him. 

A few seconds more and he was listening to both women cry out with 
animal-like moans as his cock fully extended into her clutching cunt. Then, 
the first geyser of hot come burst from the end of his cock. 

Angie's hands had slipped around his thighs and were clutching his balls. He 
tried to withdraw to the lips of Connie's cunt, but Angie's fingers were 
painfully tight. He thrust in again and emptied his cock in a sequence of 
spurts which had Connie crying out and hanging on, her arms swinging around 
his neck as her long legs beat a wild tattoo on the thick carpet. 

Connie locked her ankles around his back as he continued slamming his stiff 
cock into her cunt. How long she slept, Connie could never be sure. She came 
to. There was a warm, comforting feeling around the rim of her cunt and she 
hoped it would last forever. Never had she felt so completely satisfied. 

She was aware of Paul and Angie being there, but she didn't want to see 
them. She was vaguely aware of some of the things she had done during the 
fucking, and she wondered if she had shocked them. 

Then she remembered sucking on Paul's cock and a shiver ran down her spine. 
She hoped he hadn't minded. The fantastic pleasure in her cunt overwhelmed 
her, and she opened her eyes to find Paul and Angie sitting beside her, 
Paul's hand caressing one of her upthrust tits and Angie caressing the 
other. 

"That feel better?" Angie asked. 

Connie blushed and nodded her head. 

"You can have that anytime you want it." 

Connie tried to keep her eyes averted from Paul. His big hand on her tit 
sent shivers through her body. She straightened her shoulders and stretched. 

"That fucking was only to take the steam out of you," Angie went on. "Next 
time you won't be so excited and you'll enjoy it more." 

Connie closed her eyes, the playful caressing of her tits bringing back the 
hunger pang she had felt before. She spread her legs wide. Then she looked 
down over her perspiring body and between her upthrust tits. 

She gave a startled, whimpering cry as she saw the German Shepherd lapping 
at her tender cuntlips and giving her the most fantastic quivers of ecstatic 
joy she had ever experienced. 

"No, no! Oh God!" 

Paul and Angie shushed her into silence. 

"Just lie back and enjoy it," Angie whispered reassuringly. "You'll really 
enjoy it and he loves to do it." 

Connie closed her eyes and moaned. It was nice, she decided, shivering as 
the dog's eager tongue edged farther into her pulsing cunt. Then she lay 
back contentedly, her tired body relaxing as the wonderful hands and tongue 
caressed away her aches and pains. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Dr. Paul Dillon was lying in bed, trying to get up and face the day. Angie 
had just walked into the bedroom, fresh from a shower, her tits bouncing as 
she strode toward the vanity and reached for a comb. 

It had been a month since Paul had first fucked Connie Stapleton. Although 
she had been shy and a little embarrassed even after the second fucking, now 
she and Linda and Stevie had become a part of the Dillon family. 

Now, as Paul watched his wife search in drawers for something to wear, the 
soft curves of her body bringing a soothing warmth to his simmering balls, 
he clutched his cock. He could see her ass and cunt. 

"This will do," Angie said, straightening up and throwing a thin yellow 
sweater on the bed before going over to the closet and selecting a pair of 
white hip-huggers. "If we're as busy as we were yesterday, no one is going 
to have time to notice what I am wearing." 

Paul laughed. "You must be expecting a bunch of eunuchs," he grinned, 
knowing what that particular sweater would do to her tits, to say nothing of 
the hip-huggers. 

Angie caught sight of the thick cock, with the helmet-like head already 
bared and obviously throbbing, expectantly. "And you'd better get up, 
horny," she countered, "or I may get ideas." 

Paul pretended to look downcast. "I should call Connie." 

Angie put her hands on her hips. "God, you fucked her yesterday afternoon." 

"Yea, she's really getting good." 

Angie smiled and nodded her head. "She certainly loves cock." 

"She has a lot of catching up to do. You'd miss it too, if you were suddenly 
cut off." 

"I wonder if Linda suspects you're fucking her mother?" 

"Probably. They're pretty close." 

Angie found a pair of bikini briefs and pulled them on, giving him a good 
view of her luscious cunt as she lifted first one leg and then the other. "I 
like to see her suck. She'd never done it before, you know. She told me the 
thought of sucking cock was repugnant, and her husband had never let her try 
anyway." 

Paul bounded out of bed, his thick cock swinging like a huge boom. "I 
certainly didn't mind teaching her." 

Angie laughed and reached for the sweater. "You haven't come in her mouth, 
though. Why don't you let her taste a full load?" 

He put his arms around her, his hands going up to cup her tits. She pulled 
the sweater over her head. He squeezed them hard and kissed her neck, making 
her writhe. 

"Oooow!" she moaned. "And Linda! I'm surprised you haven't got into those 
little panties. You're slipping, darling!" 

"She has a boyfriend. I'd hate to do it." 

"I bet," Angie grinned. "You're just waiting for her birthday, that's all. 
And as for a boyfriend, Connie doesn't think he's getting anywhere, anyway." 

"I thought if you weren't too busy this afternoon, I might take Linda out to 
Westville Stables this afternoon." 

"What's going on there?" 

"I have to give shots to a couple of horses, and they're going to breed a 
Pinto." 

"A horse-fucking!" Angie cried delightedly. "That should warm up Linda and 
get her ready for you, darling." 

Paul squeezed her tits once more, then allowed Angie to pull down her 
sweater. "I'm anxious to see her reaction, but I have no intention of 
fucking her, today. When I'm ready, I want you there, too. Just to make sure 
I do it right." He laughed. 

* * * 

Later that day, when two stable hands were trying to position the ponies for 
the fucking, Paul was convinced the young teenager was already on the verge 
of an enormous orgasm. 

Linda was trembling with apprehension. She wasn't sure whether it was simply 
due to the fact that she was about to witness two horses actually fucking 
for the first time, or whether it was the presence of the two stable hands, 
whose eyes had never left her from the time she had stepped out of Dr. 
Dillon's station wagon. 

Linda tried to get a good look at the enormous prick. The horse's cock was 
thickening and was already at least ten inches long. There was a strong wind 
blowing across the corral in which the horses were about to perform, and 
Linda wished she had worn slacks instead of the little miniskirt. The wind 
molded the thin blouse over her thrusting young tits and fullyerected 
nipples. Her skirt, she suspected, was giving the two young studs an ample 
view of her panties. 

"Hold her now!" Paul shouted to the man holding tightly on the bridle of the 
mare. He slapped the side of the young stallion, urging it forward and then 
stepping back and pulling Linda by the arm. The frenzied animal tried to 
mount. "Great! Great!" he cried, delighted as the rearing pony managed to 
mount the back of the skitterish mare. 

The eagerness of the stallion startled Linda, and yet the sight filled her 
with a craving lust. She stared, fascinated. She continued to focus her gaze 
on the majestic cock which was spurting enormous gobs of thick fuck-juice. 

Paul motioned for her to move to a spot beside him. A racking, racing thrill 
coursed through her tits and then darted like lightning to her cunt. A few 
seconds more, and without ever remembering how she got there, she was 
standing, shaking beside the handsome young doctor, her hand closing around 
the steaming, sticky length of the Pinto's throbbing cock. 

"That's it! Just guide it into place." 

Paul was frantically reaching around the girl and pulling at the mare's 
tail, revealing the huge pulsing cunt. 

Linda groaned. Her fingers failed to circle the thick column of beautiful 
cock, yet she managed to guide it into place. She glanced away once and saw 
the doctor was fondling the horse's heavy, hairy balls. 

Then, with another groan, Linda watched the flaring head of the horse-cock 
penetrating the thick lips of the mare's cunt and making the mare whinny. 

"Keep on holding it!" Paul warned. 

The sight of the young girl's fingers moving back as more and more cock 
entered the mare's cunt brought a dull ache to his balls. His cock was 
rising slowly and exerting itself in his pants, but then he caught sight of 
Linda's beautifully-shaped tit. A shudder was sweeping through his body. He 
concentrated on the breeding, laughing at the expression on Linda's face as 
she gamely held on, sliding her hand back and forth along the wet, 
shimmering length of cock as it entered and withdrew. 

"You're doing beautifully." Paul squeezed and massaged the horse's massive 
balls. 

Linda gulped and hung on. Never had she felt anything so exciting in her 
life. She thought briefly of Bill Dexter and how easily she could clasp his 
cock and move her fist up and down. 

But there was no way, even using both hands, she could ever make this cock 
release its tremendous load. She tried to close her fingers around the 
slippery column of throbbing flesh, and she felt it stiffen. 

She heard Dr. Dillon urging her on, complimenting her and suggesting she use 
both hands. A moment later, she could feel the stiff cock twitch. She was 
aware of the two stable hands watching her. They were eighteen or nineteen, 
and probably were notorious for their fucking in the village nearby. Now 
they were encouraging her as the stallion was obviously preparing to release 
its load of hot come. 

Her tits were swinging from side to side in the front of her blouse and 
there was nothing she could do about it. 

The pinto sank the full length of his hot shaft to the hilt, leaving Linda's 
hands clutching at the thick base. With a grateful cry, she moved to his 
balls. Then she was trying to grasp the huge testicles, both hands failing 
to completely surround the massive scrotum. 

An earthquake-like tremble swept over her as the big balls seemed to swell 
momentarily. Then, as she hung on frantically, the stallion shuddered with 
relief, spouting the first enormous load of fuck-juice into the far reaches 
of the mare's clutching cunt. 

The stallion withdrew, the end of the cock slipping out, dropping semen on 
the ground. Linda had grasped the wet, gleaming cock and urgently thrust the 
knob-like head into the mare's gulping cunt once more. Then she staggered 
back, gasping excitedly, as the stallion emptied its balls and proceeded to 
fuck and fuck the mare with obvious delight. 

It was dark by the time Dr. Dillon and his pretty assistant left Westville 
Stables. 

Linda was still breathing heavily, even though the breeding of the pintos 
had been over for more than an hour. For some reason, she had felt immensely 
proud of her performance, and she put it down to the way Paul Dillon had 
complimented her afterwards. 

Now, she climbed onto the front seat of the station wagon for the long drive 
home. Ever since she had first laid eyes on Paul, she had completely lost 
her head over him. She slammed the car door and slid across the seat to be 
near him. 

Dr. Dillon waited until she had braced her feet on the transmission hump, 
her knees now high and wedged against the dash so that her skimpy little 
skirt naturally fell back. In the muted light of the instrument panel, the 
tapering columns of flesh looked very sexy. He edged the gear lever into 
drive and slowly steered the big wagon through the gates and onto the 
highway. 

Linda folded her hands and dropped them into her lap. "What a beautiful 
evening," she said softly. 

"Yes, it is. Maybe we should use the old road instead of the highway." 

Paul knew he couldn't trust himself, but the way she was cuddled up against 
him had brought a searing new warmth to settle in his balls. A moment later, 
his arm had just naturally slipped around her shoulder. She sighed and 
rested her head against his shoulder. 

"Yes, let's," she said excitedly. "It's early yet." She gave a little 
shiver. 

"Are you cold?" He dropped one hand over her shoulder, delighted as his 
fingers fell over her right breast. 

"Not really." 

She wiggled her shoulders against the side of his chest, the movement 
allowing the very tip of her tit to touch his outspread hand. Just as she 
had hoped it would happen, his fingers closed over her tit, gently turning 
and twisting around the base of her tit, before moving upwards in a milking 
motion until he found her taut nipple. 

Paul settled himself with one hand on the steering wheel. It would take two 
hours to reach home, but under these conditions, he couldn't care less. In 
fact he was more than content just to fondle and play with the girl's 
beautiful young tit for the entire journey. 

For fifteen minutes neither spoke. His fingers lifted and squeezed at her 
thrusting young tit through the thin nylon of the blouse. He fell into a 
pattern of squeezing and milking, kneading and lifting, each time finishing 
with a plucking of the nipple. 

To Linda, the experience she was enduring was one she would never forget. 
Never had she enjoyed such bewildering arousal. Her entire body from the top 
of her head to the tip of her toes was screaming with joy. Yet all she could 
do was sit there, fighting every taut nerve of her young, lithe body, as Dr. 
Dillon's sensitive fingers played fitfully with her tit. 

"You did very well today, Linda," he said at last, just as his fingers moved 
out to the end of her tit and caught the ripe nipple before twisting it 
gently. 

"It was ... very exciting." 

"You made it exciting, and when excitement is transmitted to animals, they 
perform very well." 

"Were you excited, Paul?" 

"Yes, very excited, Linda." 

A shiver ran through her as she realized his confession meant she had been 
capable of exciting him. She tried to stretch her shoulders farther back so 
that her aching tit would fill his hand. 

His fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, loosening them quickly and 
opening up the lapels to reveal her thrusting breasts. She sucked in a 
lungful of air as his hand covered the smooth, velvety soft flesh of her 
tit. 

"Aaaah ... " she moaned, unable to stay silent a moment longer. 

Paul watched the approaching curve and guided the station wagon into the 
tight turn. Then his headlights picked up the long stretch of county road. A 
glance at the speedometer showed he was cruising at thirty-five. Then his 
fingers once more moved teasingly over the globe of warm, soft flesh. 

"I thought you handled it very well." He twisted the girl's nipple gently 
before moving to the base of her straining tit. "Your boyfriend is a lucky 
boy." 

She gave a short, nervous laugh. "You've said that before, Paul." 

"I know, and I meant it." 

"I don't know what you mean." 

"You know! The way you handle a ... a ... a cock." 

The shiver ran through her again. "Really?" One of her legs was trembling 
and she straightened it out. "I just do what ... what I think will ... will 
please it." 

"That's what I mean, Linda. You seem to have a natural aptitude for pleasing 
cocks." 

Linda tried to clear her throat. This time when his fingers closed on the 
nipple it almost drove her insane. She groaned and then stared down in 
startled anticipation as his hand moved smoothly into the valley between her 
tits, lingered there a moment while his fingertips stroked teasingly up and 
down. Then, as she sucked in fresh air, he calmly cupped her other tit, 
squeezing and milking it as she shivered and shook. 

"You certainly pleased the pinto--and the boys, I might add. That's what I 
mean when I say animals can sense excitement. You noticed how the stallion 
seemed to lose all control, didn't you?" 

"Yes," she croaked. "Yes, I noticed, Paul." The idea that she had been able 
to create such enthusiasm in the big pony, together with the recent memory 
of how the animal had gone into the fucking so ravenously, made her head 
swim. "Yes, he was excited." 

Linda took deep breaths as his hand moved over both tits. Then, unable to 
stand it a moment longer, she moved her left arm and threw caution to the 
wind. Her palm rested on the big bulge at the front of the doctor's pants. 

"Ooooh, Paul ... you ... you were excited too!" 

She waited, expecting him to move her hand away from his swollen crotch. 
When he didn't, she stifled a sob and hungrily closed her fingers. She 
grasped the stiff shaft of his cock through the front of his trousers, 
squeezing it avidly. 

"Yes, Linda. You made me very excited." 

"Golly, Paul." 

She was trying to rub the massive cock. The fact that she had been able to 
make his cock so big without even touching it had left her a little weak and 
almost fainting. 

"That's what I meant when I said your boyfriend was a lucky fella. Not every 
girl can make a man feel so virile and excited. You play with your boy's 
cock?" 

"Sometimes." 

"It feels good, does it?" He cupped one fabulous tit and squeezed it. When 
he looked down, he could just make out the nipple, fully ripened and waiting 
to be sucked. 

"Oh yes." Her head was swimming. She was trying to get up enough courage to 
unzip the doctor's fly and really feel his huge cock. "I love to feel it." 

"And he, of course, looks after these beautiful tits." 

"Yes," she whispered, beside herself with growing excitement. "Not as well 
as you ... do." 

"Do you fuck, Linda?" 

She hesitated, embarrassed and a little shy. "Yes," she whispered, looking 
at the vague outline of his cock. "Twice." 

"Just twice?" he asked, surprised and, for some reason, pleased. "You've 
just started, have you?" 

"Y-yes," she croaked, flinging her knee against his. Then with a sigh of 
resignation, her fingers found the zipper and pulled it down. Her fingertips 
searched inside the fly, maneuvering through the underclothes almost 
frantically. 

With a shuddering groan of relief, she found the heavy, thick prick and was 
desperately prying it out of the confining undershorts. 

"Oh golly! Oh God, it's so big ... " Her fingers tried to close around the 
upthrust shaft and rub it at the same time. 

"Easy, Linda! Easy!" Her enthusiasm almost made him come. 

"What a cock!" 

"Yes, it's a little too big for you just yet." 

"Oh, but I love it." She tried to get close, to see it in the dim, hazy 
light. "God, but it's so big." She brought her other hand into play, closing 
her fingers around the throbbing cock. 

She turned. His hand lost contact with the beautiful tit, and he hastily 
reached under her. Her playful fingers were driving him mad. 

"Easy, Linda, darling," he said, finding it difficult to concentrate on the 
driving. Then he ran his hand down to the little miniskirt, found the side 
zipper. A few minutes more and he was edging the skirt and the panties over 
the round buttocks of the excited girl. 

She groaned with relief as his hand moved over her round firm ass, squeezing 
it gently before allowing his middle finger to move into the blazing heat of 
her tight cunt. It sank in, the feel of the hot wetness of her lovely cunt 
filling him with lust. 

"Oh God! I just love him." 

Her face was a few inches from the flaring head of the purple cock. Then 
quite suddenly, she realized she was holding the cock which had so often 
plunged into Angie, and a funny feeling swept through her tits. "Is ... is 
this what keeps Mrs. Dillon so happy, Paul?" 

He laughed. He moved the big seat back and gave the girl more room. 

"Yes, Linda, that's what keeps Mrs. Dillon so happy and healthy." 

Linda stopped rubbing the massive cock. Then her hand slipped under the 
heavy scrotum, squeezing it and pushing so that the towering column of 
purple meat was thrusting higher than ever. Giggles of uncontrollable joy 
burst from her throat as the full realization of what she was doing suddenly 
dawned on her. 

"Does Mrs. Dillon do this to it, Paul?" she asked, the fact she was talking 
about his wife making it more exciting. 

"Yes, just like that, Linda." It was becoming more and more difficult to 
keep the station wagon in a straight line. "And sometimes, when she gets 
very excited, she gives it a little kiss." 

"I'm very excited, Paul." 

The enthusiasm of the young teenager was more than he could stand. He held 
himself rigid, his finger wiggling fitfully in her tight little cunt. He 
brushed her little clit. 

"Do you do a little sucking, Linda?" he asked, his voice high-pitched. 

"No, but I certainly want to try, Paul." 

He glanced at the beautiful young teenager as she readied herself by 
kneeling on the seat. Her upraised buttocks and sloping back brought a 
quivering surge to his aching balls. Then her lips suddenly arrived on the 
very tip of his blazing cock, planting a stinging kiss on the pulsing 
opening. He jerked uncontrollably and had to grab the wheel. 

"Does Mrs. Dillon kiss your cock like that?" 

"Yes, Linda. Just like that. And sometimes down the side." 

Immediately her mouth was moving lazily down the full length of his 
shimmering cock. 

"That's marvelous, Linda," he gasped, extracting his finger from her tight 
cunt and running his hand over her tits. "You certainly know what to do with 
cock, don't you?" 

"I've never sucked cock, Paul." She turned her head to stare up at him. "My 
boyfriend wouldn't let me. Does Mrs. Dillon suck your cock a lot?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Dillon loves to suck cock, Linda." 

For several minutes, Linda tried to guide her sensuous lips around the 
throbbing glans, groans escaping from her throat as she discovered how huge 
the big dome was now that she was ready to suck her first cock. 

"Nice and easy, Linda. It takes a little practice." 

"I'm practicing, Paul," she grunted, afraid he was going to become tired 
waiting for her to start. 

"Maybe you should try your boyfriend, first." 

She ignored the suggestion, managed to hold her mouth opened wide. Then as 
she tried to press her lips around the helmet-like head, the swollen balls 
ejected their first spurt of scalding semen up the thick shaft, the steaming 
fluid spurting into her throat and taking her by surprise. 

"Ooooh ... " she cried. Then, when no further ejaculations followed, she 
went back, covering the throbbing knob as her lips closed around the heavy 
ridge. 

Paul Dillon slowed the big car to twenty. His free hand was floating over 
the struggling girl whose liquid-smooth body was enough to make him explode. 

"That's perfect, Linda," he murmured, the girl's amateurish efforts to suck 
and tease his cock made him more excited than ever. "You suck beautifully. 
That's it! Oh God, that really feels good!" 

What she lacked in experience, Linda was more than willing to make up with 
effort. She turned and twisted her mouth just as she had read about in her 
mother's fuck books. She often located one of the books which her mother had 
carefully hidden, and one particular book had stuck almost entirely to 
cock-sucking. 

She twisted and turned some more, the feel of the hot cock in her mouth 
bringing a driving lust to her twitching loins. 

To Paul Dillon, the experience was one he would remember forever. The nude 
teenager actually kneeling and enthusiastically sucking his cock as he drove 
down the highway was something Angie would find hard to believe. 

The young girl's tongue started a lapping motion along the deep ridge of his 
straining cock. 

"Marvelous, Linda. You almost do it naturally." 

She forced her mouth away from the throbbing cone of rubbery meat, tasting 
the oily come as she stared, fascinated at the pulsing shaft of red prick. 

A feeling of achievement was filling her chest, adding to the enjoyment of 
the doctor's fluttering hand which had never stopped brushing her tits. 

When the hand moved to her back unexpectedly, she quivered ecstatically. 
Then when it playfully squeezed her ass and moved to stroke her hot, wet 
cuntlips, she moaned. A few moments later and she was carefully rearranging 
her hands on the upthrust cock and clutching the heavy balls quite tightly. 

Then, as if she was about to perform a delicate operation, she placed her 
full sensuous lips on the throbbing cone-like head, her lips parting and 
stretching as the straining cock entered the luscious warmth of her young, 
welcoming mouth. 

Dr. Dillon stiffened immediately, the girl's cock-sucking proficiency 
startling him. He worked a second finger into the tight, virgin like hole of 
her cunt, using his fingertips to trap and caress her excited clit. 

Then, with a whimpering groan, his hips jerked uncontrollably, forcing at 
least another two inches of thrusting cock to enter her mouth. 

"Jesus, Linda! But you're sensational, believe me!" 

The tip of his cock was sinking into her throat, and she was gasping for 
air. 

For Linda, the experience was unbelievable. She had dreamed of being fucked 
by the handsome young doctor, and even playing with his cock. But to find 
herself actually sucking on the throbbing cock and pleasing and thrilling 
him so much was almost unbelievable. 

Her tongue was lashing and licking up the long stem of the stiff, pulsing 
rod; every quiver, every convulsive tremor racing along the length of the 
hot column of beautiful cock drove her crazy with desire. 

Her hips and thighs were humping as his expert fingers worked all around the 
rim of her itching cunt. He teased her little clit. Never had her loins 
enjoyed so many shocking urges. Then, as if in answer to an unspoken prayer, 
she felt him drive three beautiful fingers into her jerking pussy, the new 
sensation almost making her faint as he proceeded to drive them in and out 
in a steady, devastating rhythm. 

Paul slowed the big station wagon to a crawl and finally pulled over to the 
side of the road. His eyes were hazy and he could no longer make out the 
edge of the asphalt. Never had his cock been so thoroughly aroused. Not even 
Angie who loved to suck cock so much had ever brought him to such heights of 
lust. 

He glanced around the darkened countryside, relieved to find there were no 
lights visible along the stretch of road. Then he switched off the 
headlights, his hand automatically going under the kneeling girl in search 
of one luscious ripe tit. Her tit filled his huge hand. He tenderly milked 
it. 

"There, there!" he whispered, every muscle and nerve in his body on edge as 
Linda's magnificent lips worked up and down his steaming shaft. "That's 
perfect, Linda. Just perfect." 

The cock dribbled some come. It oozed out of his cock. Briefly, Linda felt a 
drowning sensation, but then the creamy fuck-juice rolled down the stem of 
the throbbing prick to the hairy base. Her tongue lapped hungrily at the 
flowing juice, the musky odor temporarily slowing the eager teenager, but 
then it filled her with growing lust. The bristly hairs of his pelvic area 
tickled her lips and nose. 

Then, as if that is what she had been waiting for all this time, the pulsing 
head of his cock nuzzled tightly in her throat. She quickly adjusted her 
breathing. She was aware of Dr. Dillon sliding sideways along the seat, and 
she withdrew her mouth up the slippery stem of his throbbing prick. 

A few moments later and his marvelous hands were lifting her hips and 
thighs, and she found herself lying along the full length of his shuddering 
body, her knees on either side of his face and her hands still clutching the 
upthrust shaft of his cock. 

She fought for breath while she stared at his magnificent cock. Then, before 
she realized what was happening, the doctor's hands were at the very top of 
her thighs, parting the entrance to her screaming cunt. 

He was using his thumbs to stretch and tease her tingling cuntlips. He was 
even running one finger around the wet, quivering rim of her tight little 
hole. 

Then, as she ravenously sank her mouth down the thick column of his jerking 
cock, she gave a stifled, plaintive groan as his warm, quivering mouth 
completely covered her cunt and his teeth hungrily ate her swollen cuntlips. 

Linda's tongue was raking up and down the trembling stem of his upthrust 
prick which she now decided must be at least ten inches long. 

She tried to bury the pulsing head of the cock in the back of her throat. 
Each time she did, his prick ejected a gob of hot semen, almost choking her. 
But then the exquisite gentleness of the doctor's hungry mouth was expertly 
eating at her cunt, and she was filled with an urgent desire to please him 
and make him come. 

She ran her mouth down to the base of the huge cock. Then she gave her first 
determined suck. She felt the thick prong jerk. 

Paul's sensitive fingers had pried her swollen cuntlips wide, his own lips 
moving into the excited cunt in search of her clit. His lips closed around 
her clit, nipping it firmly and sucking it. 

At the precise moment his tongue started lashing and stabbing at her 
trembling clit, Paul felt the boiling in his balls. He tried to hold back 
and at least warn the thrashing girl. But then the hot semen had left his 
balls and was hurtling up the stiff column of his cock. 

He felt her struggle, his mouth working frantically over the exquisitely 
soft cunt from which a deluge of young, fresh fuck-juice was plentifully 
oozing. A moment later, he humped his hips, the movement jerking his 
spouting cock into the girl's tight throat. His cock spouted and ejaculated 
the heavy load of boiling semen, choking and almost drowning the excited 
girl as she fought to accept it and at the same time suffer the explosion of 
her own devastating orgasm. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Angie Dillon stretched out beside the pool, a fresh gin and tonic in one 
hand and her dark glasses in the other. She had just closed the office of 
the animal clinic, and it was too early to start making supper. She wondered 
how Paul and Linda had got along at the horse-fucking. 

She sipped on the drink thoughtfully. 

The practice was going well with more and more clients arriving every day. 
Altogether, everything seemed to be falling into place with the exception of 
their sex lives. 

The beautiful and voluptuous Connie was proving to be an eager and capable 
piece of ass, but knowing Paul and his enormous appetite for fucking, it 
would only be a matter of time before he started missing the variety of sex 
he had enjoyed at college with all the other girls. In addition, both of 
them missed the real wild orgies. 

For her own part, Angie was just now starting to miss the excitement and 
thrill of being fucked by a strange man for the first time. She sighed and 
finished off the gin and tonic. She stretched out and adjusted the dark 
glasses. 

She sensed rather than heard someone standing beside her. She opened her 
eyes. Stevie Stapleton stood shyly alongside her. 

"Okay if I swim, Angie?" 

She sat up, resting one elbow, to smile at the handsome young boy. "Of 
course, Stevie. You can always come and play anytime you want." The 
good-looking boy was staring at her tits. "Is your mother coming too?" 

He shook his head. "She had to go shopping, but she may be coming later." 

"Well, you can enjoy yourself all you want to," she smiled, noting how 
reluctant the boy was to move away from the position of studying her tits 
some more. 

She fought an urge to adjust the bikini top, a little fire of pleasure now 
flickering in her cunt. Briefly she wondered if the boy's sexy little sister 
had ever teased the boy. She lowered her gaze to the tight crotch of his 
denim shorts, smiling to himself as she looked at the little clump of the 
boy's genitals. "I may join you for a fast swim myself, later." 

The boy's handsome face broke into a smile. "Would you, Angie? Really?" 

Angie could not help but laugh. "With that kind of enthusiasm, how can I 
resist?" She sat up and had to adjust her bikini as her big tits showed 
every sign of escaping from the pieces of nylon. "I may as well join you 
now, I guess. At my age, I can't afford to turn down invitations." 

She took his hand as they walked to the shallow end of the pool. 

The water was cooler than either had anticipated, and Stevie groaned, 
wrapping his arms around his thin, boyish frame. Angie emitted a similar 
moan of anguish as the water lapped teasingly around her cunt, the coolness 
wiping away the burning heat momentarily. She moved closer to the shivering 
boy. 

"Here," she said, smiling down at him and taking him in her arms. "Let's get 
warm together and then have a fast swim down the pool." 

He accepted her arms, his young body nestling against hers, his face a few 
inches from her thrusting tits. 

"I can't swim the whole length," he said, disappointment in the tone of his 
voice. 

"Not even with a little help?" 

He thought about it, his deep brown eyes full of seriousness. "Maybe." 

"Let's get all wet and then we'll be warm," she suggested, bending down 
until the surface of the water had reached her neck. "That's better. You're 
not chicken, are you?" 

He shook his head, took a deep breath and sank quickly under the water, 
leaping to his feet and wiping his face at the same time. "Uuuugh!" he 
groaned. 

A few minutes later, Angie was swimming alongside him across the width of 
the pool. At the other side, she struggled to her feet in time to help him 
grasp the safety bar. She realized that in bending over her tits were 
hanging down in all their succulent beauty. The young boy gasped and ogled 
the twin domes in all their beauty. 

"That better?" she asked. The excitement in Stevie's big brown eyes was 
unmistakable. He openly admired the magnificent boobs. 

"Y-yes," he gasped. 

Angie smiled at him, fully aware of what was happening to the boy as he 
continued to study every detail of her fully-ripened tits with their excited 
nipples. She looked down at her tits and then back at the youth's wide eyes. 
Then, as if she had just realized what was attracting the boy so ardently, 
she gave a short laugh. 

"Oh Stevie," she said softly, trying to gain his confidence, "you're getting 
to be quite a man, aren't you? Did you want to touch them, Stevie? You can, 
if you like. I won't tell anyone. I promise." 

Stevie sucked in big lungfuls of air. His head was swimming and his legs 
felt like jelly. Never had he had such a good view of real tits, even though 
he sneaked peeks at his mother and sister. Unfortunately, on the few 
occasions when he had almost succeeded, they had brusquely turned away or 
asked him to leave their rooms. 

He shook his head as he continued staring hungrily at the huge tits which 
now appeared to be floating on the surface of the water. 

"It's all right," Angie assured him. "I don't mind a bit." 

"Mother would kill me." 

"She'll never know. Believe me, darling. If you want to, of course. If you 
don't, it's okay, and I'll nevermention it again." 

The thought of losing this one opportunity to actually feel the luscious 
tits was unbearable. None of the girls at school had ever let him really 
have a good feel of their tits. He moved his hand. His fingers hungrily 
gripped the yielding flesh. 

"Ooooooh," he moaned. "Oh my golly!" 

"Yes, they feel nice, don't they?" 

"Y-yes," he stammered. 

She took his other hand from the safety rail. The water at this end of the 
pool was only three and a half feet. When she had placed it on her tit, her 
hands moved to his slim waist, holding him in place. His hands grappled 
eagerly over the tips of the magnificent tits. 

"It's all right," she whispered. "We can hear the car if anyone comes. Just 
enjoy yourself." 

The boy's little whimpers were like music to her ears. When his young hands 
roamed all over the exposed portions of her thrusting tits, she released the 
skimpy little bikini top. 

"There, now you can really play with my tits." 

The excitement in the boy's face was indescribable. 

His fondling had no pattern, yet the fact that this was a young, immature 
boy actually squeezing and kneading her tits had brought the familiar 
yearning to her loins. 

His enthusiasm and grateful groans were even more erotic than she had ever 
thought possible. She found herself slipping one hand into the front of the 
boy's shorts. 

"You did make it hard for me, Stevie, didn't you?" 

Her fingers closed around the short stem-like prick, rubbing it gently. A 
feeling of sheer joy spread over his handsome young face. 

For several minutes, both were willing to silently caress the other's body. 
Angie debated whether or not to pry the wet shorts over the young boy's 
hips. She decided against it. 

She had no idea when Connie would return from shopping, or Paul and Linda 
from the Westville Stables. Not that she cared about what Paul would think. 

Finally, when her fingers craved much more than the feel of a young cock 
through thick, wet denim, she gave a deep sigh. "Would you like to go inside 
and have some pop, Stevie?" 

"Oh yes," he gasped, knowing they would never get around to drinking pop and 
only wanting more of Angie's beautiful teasing. 

He was still wet from the pool when she got him on the bed. His legs hung 
over the side and he was gasping fitfully as he stared at the beautiful tits 
now hanging bare and free as she towered over him. 

Her fingers were fumbling with the stiff button of his shorts. It burst open 
and she was smiling down at him as her fingers pulled his zipper. A moment 
later, she was staring wide-eyed at the stiff little cock as her hands moved 
to the top of the shorts. Angie was frantically edging the wet waistband 
over the slim hips and down over the boy's trembling thighs. 

"Oh, isn't it a darling little cock," Angie murmured as her hands moved 
flatly over the shaking boy, spreading her fingers over the heaving chest, 
down into the valley of his little round belly, and then almost reverently 
to the stiff prong of his cock. 

Her fingers grappled at the miniature balls, the wrinkled scrotum damp and 
warm in the palm of her hand as she pulled on it gently. Her other fingers 
encased the slim shaft of his hot prick, closing tightly around it and 
beginning a little rubbing movement that made the boy whimper and groan with 
joy. 

"Why didn't you show me him before?" she asked, not realizing what she was 
saying as her mind whirled in a haze of sexual fog. "You could have played 
with my tits anytime you wanted to, you know." 

He reached up suddenly, his hands clawing at two inches of tit, his fingers 
finding the fully erected nipples and pulling on them unmercifully. 

"Aaaaah ... " he groaned as her marvelous fingers continued fondling his 
genitals. "Aaaagh ... Doctor ... " 

"Yes, yes," Angie whispered. 

She cradled the balls in one hand and gently rubbed his slender cock with 
the other. 

"Now I know what he likes best. Oh my goodness, watch him strain and reach. 
Wonderful!" she cried, her fingers forcing out the pink cone of the head. 
"Yes, he loves to be played with, doesn't he? But he's so dry!" 

A moment later, she had pulled her tits away from the boy, ignoring his 
pleading little cry. Then, with her elbows on the boy's outstretched thighs, 
her face dropped suddenly in the direction of his cock. 

The boy's reaction was one of unexpected delight. He watched the head of 
black hair disappear down toward his thighs. Then, almost explosively, his 
cock was encircled with the soft, moist heat of Angie's mouth. 

Her tongue began the steady, fantastic licking up the stem of his pulsing 
cock. He tried to thrust with his hips, not wanting to stop the unbelievable 
feeling in his cock. Then he found his hips and thighs firmly held in place 
and he gave a long, slow groan. 

Her tongue was washing his straining, throbbing prick, her hands holding it 
firmly in place and his balls churning and aching as if they were about to 
burst. 

Angie sucked deliciously on the slim stem of young cock. Never had she had 
so much room in her mouth while sucking cock. Always, the cock had been much 
too thick and hard to do much with. But this, she decided, was just perfect. 

She raked the quivering shaft with her tongue and then fluttered the tip of 
her tongue against the pulsing rubbery cone; the boy's anguished cries and 
the perpetual twisting and jerking of his hard young hips urged her on. 

Once, the little pointed head spurted a thin stream of semen, and she held 
back the teasing in fear the boy might come. But then, the exquisite 
youthfulness of his cock filled her with desire. A few minutes later, her 
head was bobbing up and down, her lips clasping the slippery sides of the 
upthrust column of reddening meat. Her tongue battled the jerking cock as it 
slid in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. 

Her mouth touched the very base of his thrusting prick, the thin sparse crop 
of pubic hair brushing her lips. Then, as if to punish the boy, she speeded 
up. 

The boy cried out once and then gave a long pathetic groan. 

The fine spray of the cascading semen burst from the little eye of his 
slender shaft. Angie's frantic tongue washed back and forth over the 
straining prick. 

Afterwards, Angie lay beside him, her arm under his shoulders as he drifted 
off to sleep, satisfied but completely exhausted, his head against one huge 
tit. 

Later, when he came to, Angie fondled his prick into another erection. His 
expression was one of contentment, and his hands moved up slowly to play 
with her tits. 

When he was stiff and hard, she murmured words of encouragement, wanting to 
make the boy supremely happy. Then, very slowly, she lifted him onto her 
outstretched body. Her exquisite softness saturated his hard, young muscled 
body. Angie guided the missile-like prick into the lush heat of her 
welcoming cunt. 

She laughed at his urgent enthusiasm as the slick oily warmth of her cunt 
enveloped his cock. Then, as if he had done it a thousand times before, he 
began humping and jerking, his stiff cock surging in and out of the gulping 
hole as Angie's hands firmly held him in place, her fingers prying apart the 
cheeks of his ass. 

His hips worked furiously, trying to slam against hers in a rhythm fast 
enough to keep his cock happy. Then suddenly he thrust in, held it until the 
mounting tide of the climax swept over. He was emptying his cock 
frantically, his body a series of contortions. 

Later, when he came to, Angie was bathing him. He sighed nervously as he 
opened his eyes; the warm water was soothing as she affectionately washed 
his genitals. 

"You'll have to come again and we can have fun together." 

"You won't tell Mom, will you?" 

She leaned over the young boy and kissed him gently on the mouth. "I won't 
tell a soul, if you don't," she said, kissing him again and smiling as he 
urgently wrapped his arms affectionately around her neck. "You're a good 
boy, and I'll teach you how to be a real man." She playfully flipped the 
wash cloth at his cock. "Now off you go. It must be dinnertime at your 
house, and I have to get something ready for Dr. Dillon. If my hunch is 
correct, the doctor's going to be mighty hungry." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Linda closed the door to the last cage in the kennels. She always fed the 
animals after the animal clinic had closed in the afternoon. 

"There we go," she said, without thinking, taking a last look at a boxer in 
the cage. "Now Charlie," she said. "I suppose you want to eat too." 

The dog made a whining sound. 

Alongside the swimming pool, Linda and the boxer saw Paul climb out of the 
pool. A shiver coursed through Linda's tits as she noted the heavy bulge in 
the front of his tight-fitting shorts. 

"Hi! You still working?" His handsome face was creased into a wide grin at 
the sight of the shapely young teenager. Linda was still in the skimpy 
little uniform she had worn during office hours, the twin cone-like bulges 
of her attractive tits brazenly thrusting out through the thin nylon of the 
uniform. 

"Just finished. Where's Angie?" 

"She and your mother and Stevie went over to the shopping center." He fell 
into step beside her, his arm going around her shoulder affectionately. 

"I suppose I'll have to get Charlie something to eat." 

"He can wait." 

Paul dropped his hand on the girl's beautiful tit, making her shudder. The 
ripe young nipple blossomed quickly under his persistent stroking. "A little 
excited today, huh?" he asked, his forefinger and thumb pressing and 
prodding at the hard little nub. 

Linda shivered again and put her arm around the doctor's waist. A growing 
feeling of anticipation was sweeping through her loins. 

"I don't think that boyfriend of yours is keeping you satisfied." He cradled 
her firm young tit and then resumed the teasing of her nipple. 

"No ... no ... I mean, yes he ... " 

They were inside the door and Paul stopped, turning to face the girl, his 
hands moving to both out-thrust tits. 

"When's your birthday? Next Saturday, or the one after that?" 

"Saturday," she gasped, running her hands hungrily over Paul's shoulders. He 
immediately moved one hand from a tit and slipped it around the lithe, 
quivering body of the girl, his fingers sinking in the firm flesh of her ass 
and pulling her against him. His powerful cock was already hard. 

"Jesus!" she whispered, the growing ache in her cunt making her shake and 
tremble uncontrollably. "What a cock!" 

"After Saturday you can get the feel of him." 

Her mouth was partially open, the full sensuous lips glistening as she 
licked them, the tip of her tongue sweeping back and forth frantically as 
her lust was mounting. 

"I want it now," she gasped, her hands moving to the back of his head and 
pulling his face toward hers. Their mouths met, her tongue sweeping into his 
mouth, fencing and sparring against his. He ran his other hand around to her 
straining ass, both hands now squeezing and pulling at her twin cheeks. 

He lifted the hem of the mini-uniform, his fingers moving into the tight 
little bikini briefs and then moving over the naked softness of her 
squirming, jerking ass. Desperately he tried to decide whether to fuck the 
young teenager or wait until next week. 

It was an agonizing decision. 

She continued kissing his mouth. Then she was searching for his hard cock. 

"Jesus!" he grunted. "Jesus! I'll have to fuck you!" She gave a little 
whimper of joy and broke away from his mouth. His hands were feverishly 
running around the elastic of her panties, edging them over her hips. She 
pulled at the zipper of the uniform. 

They undressed quickly. 

He held her at arm's length, his lust-filled eyes roaming over the naked 
teenager. Charlie, the dog, was barking. The sight of a human cock and the 
animal-like smell of mounting lust penetrated the dog's senses, making it 
horny. The dog promptly started licking his own cock. 

Linda basked in the glow of the doctor's admiration. Recently, she had 
yearned for the opportunity to stand naked before this handsome, older man. 
For too long she had endured the fumbling, probing touch of fingers in the 
dark. 

Now, her fantasy had come true, and she was actually being stared at, being 
appreciated for the first time. She dropped her eyes to the enormous cock. 
The cock which had driven her crazy in the station wagon that night when she 
had sucked his prick for the first time. With a startled cry, her hands 
moved quickly to the massive prick, her fingers possessively surrounding and 
fondling it. 

Paul closed his eyes, the magic in the girl's fingers bringing the dull, 
familiar ache to his balls. 

"Feel my balls!" he groaned. "Roll them. That's wonderful." 

"He's so big!" 

Her fingers fluttered everywhere, one hand finally clutching at the heavy 
sac of balls as the other rubbed slowly up and down his cock. 

Paul watched the girl's blue eyes widen excitedly as she took in the 
upthrust cock. His hands were fluttering over her beautiful tits, tweaking 
at her nipples. 

"Think you're ready for a cock like that?" he asked, shivering, as she 
worked her fingers gently along the full length of his straining cock. 

"I'd love to," she whispered. 

"You know how to make him ready, don't you, Linda?" 

A sigh escaped her lips. She started to fall to her knees, but he caught her 
by the shoulders. 

He kissed her hungrily as her hands left his cock and balls, allowing his 
upthrust cock to nudge her round belly. When he finally twisted his mouth 
away from hers, he said, "Let's use the operating room, Linda." 

She looked at him questioningly, but then fell into step beside him as they 
walked naked into the clinic. 

"I thought you may like to give me a sperm test, Linda," he said. "That way 
you can get the real taste of jizz." 

She sucked in her breath and gazed longingly at his massive erection. "I 
love the taste of it, Paul," she whispered. 

Her legs were shaking and she was eager to begin. She started to go down on 
her knees once more, her eyes glued to the huge cock. 

But he caught her again and kissed her. Then he moved to the operating table 
and stretched out on it, his legs hanging over the end. 

"You can adjust it anyway you want, Linda," he murmured, his huge cock and 
his enormous balls fully displayed and completely vulnerable to her touch. 

For several seconds she stared at his exposed genitals. Her hands grasped 
the thick, pulsing cock, rubbing it frantically before one hand went for the 
heavy sack of balls. 

"Holy Mary!" She cleared her throat as her excitement took over. "What a 
cock!" she gasped, not caring now what she did to the handsome doctor. She 
slipped the leather straps around the doctor's ankles. "Now he's all mine!" 

Lust and desire overwhelmed her. Her hand clenched his swollen balls, 
nipping them gently. Her eyes were glazed as she watched her own hands 
manipulate and tease his massive cock and balls. 

He was aroused beyond belief. His balls were ready to boil over and erupt. 
"You know how to empty them, don't you, Linda?" he asked, keeping his voice 
soft and yet encouraging. 

The girl was bending over between his outstretched thighs, her tits hanging 
and swinging. Her enthusiasm added to his own mounting arousal. Just then 
she ran a stiff finger up the length of the hard cock, making it jerk with 
desire. His cock disgorged a big glob of hot come, making the girl startled. 

"Now he's coming!" she cried as a mini-orgasm burst inside her own boiling 
cunt. 

She took a firmer hold of his balls, clutching his hairy sac and pushing it 
downwards against the cheeks of his ass. She clasped his cock tightly and 
moved her fist down to the base, the thick black collar of hair bristling 
against the back of her hand. Another eruption of creamy come bubbled out of 
the eye-like slit and cascaded over the purple knob of the throbbing cock. 

"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Now he's really coming!" A moment later, Linda's face 
was a fraction of an inch from his cock. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, "now 
he's really coming!" 

To Paul Dillon, the young teenager's complete wantonness added to his 
impending climax. Never had he seen a woman so fanatically aroused by cock. 
Any hope that he had of not fucking her was now abandoned. 

"Just empty him a little, Linda," he suggested, his voice strange and his 
throat dry as he watched the beautiful teenager stared at the gleaming knob 
of his throbbing cock. "Perfect!" he grunted as her pink tongue swept out 
and licked at his jerking cock. "Just a little more, Linda! You have to ... 
have to ... to leave some for your beautiful cunt." 

And then, unbelievably, the head of his cock was encased in the wet heat of 
her gorgeous mouth. 

There was another minor explosion of bursting semen which she managed to 
catch on her tongue. She washed the pulpy, steaming head of the cock with 
her mouth, swirling her tongue around the ridge while her hand worked up and 
down the shaft. She was surprised to hear the doctor moan. It pleased her, 
getting him excited. 

She began a steady stabbing motion with the tip of her tongue. Then she 
swirled her tongue flatly around the slick knob of hot cock, the musky taste 
of his come spurring her on as never before. Her hand continued the pumping 
motion while her other hand still clutched at his balls, warming them, 
encouraging them. 

Her index finger found his tight ass-hole and slowly penetrated upwards as 
he writhed and twisted ecstatically. 

Paul shuddered involuntarily as the beautiful punishment continued. Never 
had his cock been so thoroughly and expertly sucked. For the first time he 
doubted the beautiful young teenager was as innocent as she had always 
pretended to be. He tried to thrust his cock deeper into her madly-swirling 
mouth, only to find the ankle straps were holding him securely in place. 

He closed his eyes and tried to hold back, the girl's persistent stroking of 
his prostate gland with her finger up his ass driving him insane. 

"Just a little, Linda," he warned. "Leave enough for fucking, darling." Then 
a series of trembling quivers stung his balls as the girl seemed to hang on 
tighter, making his cock strain. 

Linda swallowed the latest gush of hot come which had just spurted from the 
head. His body was tensing, and she tightened her lips, wanting to give the 
throbbing cock the maximum of friction as her mouth glided up and down the 
slippery pole. 

His grunts of obvious pleasure were all the encouragement she needed. She 
moved over the upthrust cock, sucking in a full five inches of the 
thickening shaft. She moved the hand from the straining cock and clutched 
his balls. She slipped a second finger into his wildly-gyrating ass. 

He tried to fuck her mouth furiously, the straps around his ankles giving 
enough so that he finally managed to thrust another inch into her throat. 
Her fingers were squeezing his balls more tightly, encouraging the first 
load of fresh come. The mounting fire of a climax smoldered dartingly 
through his spraddled legs, his exploding balls and up the towering cock. 

The first streaking jet of semen slammed against her throat. Instinctively, 
she manipulated his balls, rolling and stretching them, squeezing the hot 
sperm out of them. 

She fought for breath, the cock now stretching and thickening and painfully 
widening her mouth. The first big gush of semen burst from the pulsing cone, 
and she swallowed it fast, a second one exploding almost instantaneously. 

Her hot fuck-juice oozed out of the tight lips and ran down her thighs. 
Another flood of sperm erupted and she tried to hold it in her mouth, 
opening her lips so that the surplus ran down the cock-shaft. But he just 
kept on coming as she frantically tried to suck it completely dry, her lips 
gliding effortlessly up and down the pulsing stem as the fabulous cock 
continued to shoot. 

She groaned and grunted in dismay, sure she had failed. Then suddenly, there 
was a wave of bliss sweeping over her own cunt. She gave a startled cry and 
tried to twist her head and keep up the bobbing motion on the spouting cock. 
And there, between her own legs, she saw Charlie's hairy legs, his tongue 
avidly licking at her cunt. She gave a long, despairing groan and went back 
to sucking on the throbbing, straining cock, her mind whirling and almost 
blank. 

Dr. Paul Dillon opened his eyes and gave a sigh of deep relief. He reached 
down and put his hands firmly on the young teenager's blonde head, easing 
his still erect cock into the softness of her throat. 

"That was beautiful, Linda," he said, sitting up, his hands clutching at her 
long, blonde hair. 

The girl was fighting for air, the knob of the swollen cock wedged in her 
throat. 

"Just a little gentle sucking, Linda, and you'll leave him very satisfied." 
His cock jerked twice, emptying itself. Then he released her and she stood 
there, her elbows on the end of the table, her beautifully-curved body 
shivering as the dog noisily slurped at her quivering cunt. 

"Is Charlie bringing you off? He's well trained to eat out cunts. In fact 
Angie loves to have him eat out her cunt." He brought her head closer to his 
cock. "You know what to do to make my cock nice and big and ready to fuck, 
don't you, Linda?" 

He ran one hand affectionately around the girl's neck as she nodded her 
head, bravely. He shivered delightedly as she took his limp cock and 
diligently licked at the knob-like head, the first stirrings of renewed 
passion coursing through his balls. 

For several minutes, Linda used her lips and tongue to wash his glistening 
cock. She spread her long, slim legs, the dog settling comfortably between 
them, his paws grasping her thighs. Occasionally, his hairy muzzle touched 
the soft inner thighs of the luscious young girl, making her quiver until 
the animal's rough tongue was once more darting in and out of the tight 
little cunt. 

"That feels good, Linda, and it's rising for the occasion." 

"Will you fuck me?" 

All she wanted was to make this cock as big as it was before and then spread 
her legs willingly and hopefully so that at last this handsome doctor could 
plunge his huge cock into the hilt, opening her cunt up as she'd never been 
opened before. 

"Just keep on licking, Linda, and make me good and stiff." 

"I'm trying, Paul. I'm trying." She arched herself more as the dog's darting 
tongue began reaching for more juice. "Aaaaah ... " she groaned. "Jesus! But 
I wish you'd fuck me." 

He unfastened the straps holding his ankles. "Just a little more licking, 
Linda, and I'll want to get into you." 

Her hands caressed the cock which looked even longer than before. "I love 
it!" she sighed, her lips planting kisses up and down the towering shaft. 

"Your boyfriend's been fucking you regularly, hasn't he, Linda?" 

"Yes." 

She continued to lick at the knob of the glistening cock. A small quantity 
of pre-come oozed out of the hole, and she used her tongue to spread it over 
the gleaming knob. Her firm round ass had become a lurching round globe as 
her cunt released a steady flow of excited juices, driving the dog crazy. 
"What ... what will we do with Charlie?" 

Paul smiled. "He'll lick himself off when he sees us fuck," he said, easing 
himself off the table and taking the shuddering teenager in his arms. His 
hands automatically moved down over her squirming, twitching ass, prying 
open the cheeks. Then he led her through the door and into the bedroom. 

He climbed onto the bed. 

She threw herself on top of him, stretching out and burrowing her young, 
lithe body against his. 

He ran his hands flatly over her slim, trembling back. She wiggled her hips, 
trapping the heavy cock between her thighs so that it parted the cheeks of 
her quivering ass. 

"Aaaaaaaah ... " she moaned, unable to believe the exquisite desire which 
was raging through her loins. She moved her ass jerkily up and down, feeling 
the stiff cock nudging her asshole. 

"Just take your time, Linda," he warned her, the girl's enthusiasm once 
again filling him with the need to plunge his big cock into her eager little 
cunt. "Just take your time and when you're ready, we can fuck." He thrust 
his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it. 

She finally came up for air. His hands were kneading her tits, making them 
burst into flame as he twisted and pulled at her nipples. 

Then, with a sigh of expectation, she pressed her hands alongside his chest. 
She was drawing up her knees and crushing them against his slim waist, the 
cock suddenly springing forward to nestle against her pubic hair. 

"Ooooh ... " she gasped disappointedly. Then, a moment later, she slipped 
one hand between them, grasping the throbbing cock and forcing it upright, 
the slippery head edging into her waiting cunt and parting the lips, ready 
to plunge. 

"How's that, dear?" he asked, fighting to control his own urgent desire. 
"That feels good, doesn't it?" 

"Marvelous!" Even the half inch of cock was out of this world, and she had 
to fight an urge to ram her cunt down on it and feel its powerful strength. 
"Marvelous!" 

He squeezed her tits. Her blue eyes had a wild, frightened look in them as 
she stared down at him, her tongue moving lazily back and forth across her 
full, sensual lips. 

"Maybe we should wait until you're a little older," he said teasingly, 
knowing now that she couldn't pull back now even if she had wanted to. 

"Oh God, no!" 

Her body was screaming for a fucking. Her fingers twitched madly around the 
pulpy head of his straining cock, stroking it and teasing it and touching 
her own frantic cuntlips at the same time. 

She watched as Paul bunched one tit tightly, the nipple sprouting brazenly 
and waiting to be sucked. Then she shivered ecstatically as the doctor's 
mouth came up and tenderly licked at the tip of her nipple. A moment later, 
she shuddered uncontrollably, withdrawing her hand, as her cunt slowly and 
clingingly wrapped itself around the enormous cock. 

The huge column of thick, throbbing cock widened out the channel of her 
cunt. Never had she dreamed such feelings were possible. 

She sucked in air ravenously as the big cock entered her cunt, tunneling its 
way hungrily up the oily smoothness of her tight cunt. 

And then, after what seemed like hours, her pubic hair meshed with his, the 
beautiful cock in to the hilt. She hung on desperately as if waiting for 
some unknown explosion to suddenly rip them apart. Then the full, rapturous 
feeling of the cock firmly embedded inside her pussy filled her with the 
urgent desire to fuck. 

Only then did she spring to life and start the thrashing and jerking she 
knew she had to do to satisfy the deep yearning in her cunt. 

Paul bunched the other young tit and sucked on it hungrily. He stretched 
himself out, the frantic gyrations of the young girl bringing the lust to 
his balls as her slim, vibrant body tried every movement imaginable. 

Her knees dug into his waist and she moved with the agility of a thrashing 
stallion, her ass moving wickedly up and down as her clasping, grasping cunt 
sucked and sucked at his powerful cock. He ran one hand down over her 
eagerly humping back, his hand spreading slowly over her ass, his finger 
stroking at her quivering asshole and then gently pressing into her and 
filling her with lust. 

He spread his legs suddenly, forcing her to reposition herself. She was 
fully impaled on the huge cock as she cried and whimpered impatiently. "Oh 
God! Fuck me ... fuck me ... just fuck ... " 

Her cunt was clinging to the shaft, sucking on it and drawing it upwards, 
the tip of the powerful cock embedding itself in the softness at the very 
top of her young cunt. 

"Oh Holy Mary! That's sensational!" 

For Paul, the experience was bewildering. He tried to hold back, his balls 
full and overflowing. Never had he expected the young teenager to last this 
long. Her enthusiastic cock-sucking had left him empty and dry, and he had 
been firmly convinced that she, too, would be half-spent and near 
exhaustion. Now, her renewed enthusiasm and the hectic, crazy way she was 
going at the fucking astounded him. 

He tried desperately to steady her. But the more she thrust on his raging 
cock, the more excited she became. Finally, in desperation, he flung her 
onto her back where she promptly spread her legs. Then he rammed home his 
cock, slamming it in to the hilt, his huge balls slapping at the soft 
underside of her cunt. 

"Yes ... yes ... yes!" she cried, her head swinging from side to side and 
her long blonde hair a hopeless tangle. "Yes, Jesus ... just keep fucking!" 

A moment later and she was experiencing the feeling of a cock thickening 
inside her, readying itself for the torrent of hot fuck-juice it was about 
to release. The sides of her cunt were forcefully stretched wider, adding to 
the sheer pleasure of the heavy cock fucking in and out. 

Then, as she cried out expectantly, Paul thrust in savagely and held his 
cock there, his throbbing, pulsing, hot cock completely filling her cunt. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Angie Dillon watched approvingly as Paul flipped the sizzling steaks on the 
barbecue. "Almost time to open the wine." she said. 

It was Saturday night. 

It was Linda Stapleton's birthday, and although Connie had arranged a family 
party and invited Bill Dexter, the Dillons had promptly suggested the party 
be held around the pool and Paul would do the cooking. 

"Yea, sure," Paul grinned, finishing off a scotch and soda. He'd lost count 
of the number of drinks he had had, and judging by the constant giggling of 
the three women, no one else was counting their drinks either. 

He turned and took Angie in his arms. Their mouths met in a long, juicy 
kiss. 

Later, after supper and a few more drinks, he planned on suggesting a little 
skinny-dipping, and he could hardly wait to see the look on Bill Dexter's 
face when he got a good look at Angie's fabulous tits. 

"You can pour it anytime," he said as they broke apart. "The steaks are 
almost ready." 

"I'll give you a hand," said Connie, "if I get a kiss too." 

She laughed as he took her in his arms, squeezing at one fabulous tit. It 
had been almost two weeks since Paul had fucked her, and tonight, after all 
the drinks and the fooling around in the pool, her cunt was twitching for a 
good piece of cock. 

Bill Dexter had his arm around Linda and they were idly watching Paul at 
work. Now, as they watched him kiss Linda's mother, both were a little 
startled to see him play with her tit. 

"Jesus!" he whispered, a searing streak of ecstasy darting swiftly through 
his balls. All evening he had tried desperately to keep his eyes averted 
from the two older women whose sensational tits always appeared as if they 
were about to burst free from the flimsy little bikini tops. 

Connie heard the youth and promptly moved one hand around Paul's slim waist 
and covered his ass, pulling him suggestively against her and gently moving 
her hips. 

Paul's knitted shorts were still wet from a recent plunge to the pool, and 
she could feel the cool moistness against her belly as his upthrust cock 
nestled itself hungrily in the flat plain of her stomach. 

She had never been impressed with Bill Dexter, and she had always hoped 
Linda would find another boyfriend. Today, however, she had decided the shy, 
good-looking boy was perhaps a lot like her husband. 

With this in mind, and with the help of the drinks this evening, the youth 
had become very attractive to her sexually. So much so that she had been 
filled with a burning desire to pull down his shorts and suck ravenously on 
his obviously hard cock. 

She twisted her face away from Paul's wet, sticky mouth and smiled in Bill 
Dexter's direction. 

When at last they were all full and gloriously drunk, Paul lay back and 
groaned. He had eaten, sitting up with his plate balanced on his knees, only 
to find that he and Bill and young Stevie had all happened to be facing the 
three women. 

The result was an unhindered view of three pairs of sensational tits every 
time the girls leaned forward over their plates. He had a massive, almost 
painful hard-on. 

Angie watched her husband flake out and laughed. "Too much for you, 
darling?" she asked, winking at Connie, both women noting how Paul had 
promptly placed his hands over the outline of his powerful cock. 

"I thought men didn't want to, after eating a big meal," Connie quipped, 
glancing briefly at Stevie and hoping he would fail to understand the 
suggestion. Ever since she had become friends with Paul and Angie, she had 
experienced a fantastic release of sexual energy. At times it was 
frightening, but never had she enjoyed such natural driving urges. 

"He wants to all the time," Angie said, getting rid of her plate and falling 
back herself. She stared down the length of her body, between her upthrust 
boobs and across to where Bill Dexter was sipping the last of his wine. 

His eyes were focused on the thin strip of bikini bottom which covered her 
swollen cuntlips. Angie stifled a smile. May as well get the youth primed 
for Linda Stapleton, she decided a little regretfully. Then she glanced at 
Stevie who was sitting alongside Bill. The boy's eyes were smoldering as he 
studied Angie's tapering thighs. She and the boy had become very close 
friends and she now gave him what she called a very thorough workout at 
least once a week. 

It was an hour later when Paul Dillon recovered from the big meal 
sufficiently to suggest they all skinny-dip. He had forgotten about little 
Stevie until he saw the consternation on his mother's face. 

While he was trying to think of something to say, Connie collected her 
thoughts and spoke. "I think maybe it is time for you to think about bed, 
Stevie," she said, struggling to her feet and adjusting her bikini top 
quickly. 

Angie promptly sat up and smiled at the boy encouragingly. Then she turned 
to Paul. "Would it really do him that much harm?" she asked, keeping her 
voice serious in order to convince Connie. 

Paul appeared to think about it. "Not really, I suppose. After all, you 
girls have left nothing to the imagination, anyway." 

The thought of her kid brother feasting his eyes on her nudity wasn't 
shocking to Linda, as she thought it should be. Instead, she began feeling 
quite excited about it. 

Connie, on the other hand, was caught between protecting the boy--she didn't 
know from what--and taking the advice of a man. And advice about Stevie was 
something she hadn't been able to get. "What do you think, Paul?" she asked, 
hopefully. 

Paul shrugged his shoulders. "I think it would do him a lot of good. I 
always said my son would just grow up naturally into sex, and after all 
Stevie is fourteen. Besides, it gives you a chance to do a little ... um ... 
checking, doesn't it?" 

Connie looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Paul?" 

Angie put her hand on Connie's thigh. "I think Paul means it will provide an 
opportunity to see if Stevie has natural ... er ... tendencies." 

Connie looked relieved. "Of course! Thanks, Paul!" It had been at least 
three years since she had examined the boy when bathing. Since then, he had 
become too shy and she had inwardly worried about him. 

It was Angie who clapped her hands and decided how the game should be 
played. She disappeared into the house and returned with scraps of paper on 
which she had written the individual names. 

"We'll undress each other," she explained. "That way it'll be more exciting 
and it gets the men all primed." She held out one hand containing the folded 
pieces of paper, and watched Bill Dexter nervously take one. "Who did you 
get?" she asked. 

"Connie," he said, a frightened look on his handsome face as he forced 
himself to look at Linda's mother. 

A quiver of excitement coursed suddenly through Connie's tits. She leaped to 
her feet and held out her hand, pulling the frightened youth to his feet. 

"Don't be so shy and nervous," she cried. "Surely you know how to unfasten a 
bikini?" She turned her back to him, waiting for the first touch of his 
trembling fingers at her back. 

Meanwhile Linda and Angie were beside themselves with excitement. Even Paul 
and Stevie were staring, their eyes as big as saucers as they waited for her 
big shapely tits to burst free. Suddenly, they did, and there was a wave of 
approving murmurs and sighs. 

Then, almost frantically, Bill Dexter's hands were tearing at the thin 
thread of the bikini bottom, forcing it down the softly-rounded hips and 
thighs until the flimsy little piece of material had fallen at her feet. 

"Easy, easy!" gasped Connie. "You're supposed to do this very slowly and 
make it last." She had forgotten all about young Stevie until she had turned 
to face Paul. Then she caught her breath at the look on her son's face. The 
drinks and the wine had made her head swim. "Oh, Stevie!" she said. "Do you 
like mommy?" She had an urge to strip the boy and hold him close to her. 
"You can touch me later, if you want to, but in this game Bill has the first 
chance." She turned to find Bill Dexter staring at her, petrified. His eyes 
were focused on the full, voluptuous beauty of her thrusting tits, beads of 
perspiration on his forehead and his mouth hanging open. Connie laughed at 
his expression. "Don't you want to feel them?" she asked, reaching for his 
hands. She placed them on her tits and straightened her shoulders so that 
her huge boobs completely filled his hands. 

"Yes, aaagh ... " he groaned, glancing at Linda who had an excited look on 
her pretty face. 

"That's better," Connie grinned as his hands began a frantic motion all over 
her twin globes, bringing an urge to fuck. "Now let's see what you've got." 
She moved her hands to his swim trunks. She placed one hand flatly on the 
thick outline of his upthrust cock, feeling the youth shiver ecstatically as 
she gave it a gentle rub. "A little touchy, huh?" she laughed as he shivered 
again. 

When his shorts had dropped to his ankles, he lost his nerve, withdrawing 
from her and panting for breath. His hands flew to his cock, covering it 
momentarily, until Connie had quickly pulled his hands away. 

"Don't be so shy," she coaxed him. "I'm really very flattered with that 
hard-on." She waited as Linda and Angie clapped their hands excitedly. Then 
she looked at Linda and said, "I take everything back I said about Bill. A 
little steady fucking and that cock could be a real beauty." She had taken 
his hands and put them back on her tits again. He was squeezing and pulling 
at them. "That's better," she said encouragingly, her hands reaching for his 
upthrust cock and swollen balls. As her fingers closed around them, he gave 
a startled shudder, drops of hot come spurting from the end of his cock and 
embarrassing him. "That's okay," she whispered, trying to assure the youth. 
"You're just getting him ready, that's all." Then she moved her hips closer 
to his, guiding the wet, glistening head between her lusciously soft thighs. 
"There, that feels better doesn't it?" she said softly, her hands moving to 
his waist and holding the trembling youth in place. 

"Won ... won ... wonderful." His head was swimming and his loins were on 
fire. Any minute now he expected to feel his cock thicken and ejaculate his 
full load. 

She released him. "We'd better let someone else have a little fun," she 
said, holding him at arm's length and taking a last look at his cock. "Maybe 
if I coax you a little, you'll give me a fucking afterwards." She then 
laughed as Bill Dexter fought to control a spasm that made his cock jerk and 
thrust. 

Angie was ready with the little scraps of paper. She didn't really care 
whether Linda chose the papers carrying Paul's name or Stevie's. She had 
always found undressing someone else extremely exciting and stimulating. 
When Linda chose Paul, however, Angie insisted they wait until she and 
little Stevie had performed. 

"You don't mind being a big boy and undressing me, do you, Stevie?" Angie 
asked encouragingly, taking the boy's hands in hers and pulling him to his 
feet. 

"N ... no," he managed to gasp, his face beet-red as she pulled him into the 
center of the circle. 

The way Bill Dexter had swept away his mother's bikini and then proceeded to 
play with her magnificent tits had brought an unbelievable stiffness to his 
young, virile cock. Now he was certain all the women, including his sister, 
were staring at the bulge in his brief shorts. 

Angie knelt with her back turned toward the boy, his small fingers filling 
her with lust just as they always did whenever he touched her. "Don't tease 
now," she cautioned him, laughing, as he fumbled with the catch. Suddenly, 
the flimsy pieces of cloth fell away and she shook her shoulders to release 
the straps from her arms. 

The look on the young boy's face brought cries of delight from Linda and 
Connie. 

Angie continued kneeling and made the boy move around her. His dark, almost 
brooding eyes were taking in her fully-ripened tits. 

"Well, don't you like them?" she asked softly, knowing how the boy always 
reacted whenever he caught the first glimpse of her tits. Her hand moved out 
and she gently clutched at his genitals which were already fully out-lined 
in the front of the tight shorts. "Mmmmm ... I think those are looking 
pretty nice." 

His hands fondled her tits, little whimpers of joy escaping from his tight 
throat as the sheer softness and velvety smoothness of her tits enveloped 
him. 

He shivered as Mrs. Dillon's hands moved to the elastic of his shorts, 
prying them down and allowing his raging cock to burst free. Then he groaned 
as her marvelous hands took over, cradling his jerking cock and clutching at 
his balls. 

"I don't think either of you need have worried about this young man," Angie 
grinned, referring to Connie and Paul's earlier conversation. "He's going to 
be a real stud when he grows up, aren't you, Stevie?" 

She rubbed his cock teasingly, knowing exactly how to make the boy respond 
without losing all control. Linda and her mother had moved closer with a 
bright lustful excitement in their eyes as they stared at the slim pink cock 
in Angie's hand. 

Stevie's hands were fumbling madly with her tits, squeezing and lifting them 
as he tried to retain his composure. 

"Did you ever see such a darling cock?" Angie asked. "Look!" she cried, a 
coursing thrill bursting in her cunt as his boyish cock stretched and 
strained in response. 

"Good grief!" Linda was beside herself with lust. She found herself dropping 
to her knees in order to get a better look at the beautiful young cock. It 
had never dawned on her that her kid brother would have a hard cock. As she 
remembered it, it had always been soft and flaccid, with little wrinkled 
nuts hanging underneath. 

Linda stared at it longingly, pleased that Angie continued to hold the cock 
firmly in place, making it strain. Her tongue licked crazily at her lips, an 
urgent desire to lick at the four-inch prong of pink meat. And just then she 
was aware that Paul was kneeling behind her, his fingers fumbling with the 
bra of her bikini. 

A moment later, she moaned as his big hands came around to cover and fondle 
her excited tits. She promptly put her head back on his shoulder, but 
managed to keep her eyes zeroed in on the beautiful young cock. 

"Good grief!" she whispered, a shudder streaking through her loins as 
Angie's fingertips ran up and down the length of Stevie's cock. 

As for Connie, she was sure she was about to faint. She was aware that Bill 
Dexter had positioned himself behind her, his hands suddenly lifting and 
squeezing her torrid tits. She reached behind her, her hand finding his 
upthrust cock. She rubbed it. His hot breath on her neck and then his 
burning lips on her shoulder made her shiver as she continued staring, 
fascinated at her son's cock. 

Paul managed to pry his tight swim trunks off. He squeezed at Linda's 
youthful tits, moving from one to the other and then moving flatly over the 
firm round belly and into the girl's moist pubic hair. 

Her head was still resting on his shoulder and she occasionally turned to 
kiss him lingeringly. Every nerve in her body was like a tight steel spring, 
and she wasn't sure she could stand the doctor's teasing much longer, nor 
the sight of her kid brother with his stiff cock in Angie's hand. 

Just then, the doctor's hand was pulling her bikini bottom off. Then his 
hands were lifting her firm round ass, his knees shuffling between her 
thighs, spreading them slightly. 

Linda felt the torpedo-like head of the throbbing cock as it pressed 
teasingly into the lips of her quivering cunt. 

"Jesus! Holy Jesus!" she whispered. "Just fuck me, Doctor. Just fuck and 
fuck and fuck me." A split second later, she was crying ecstatically as the 
thick, powerful cock was edging its way slowly into her clutching cunt. 
"Aaaaaaaagh ... Jesus! What a cock! Aaaaagh ... no ... please ... God, but 
that's ... " 

Angie stopped rubbing Stevie's little cock, and was staring, fascinated, at 
the way Paul was driving his thick cock up into the shivering girl. One 
minute Linda was completely impaled on the huge shaft, shaking and trembling 
as the powerful cock embedded itself to the hilt. Then Paul was pressing the 
girl into a kneeling position in front of him, and she was bracing herself 
on her arms. 

A gentle to-and-fro motion brought a series of whimpering cries from the 
tormented girl but then he was starting the devastating rhythm of fucking, 
his nine inches of cock reaching into her cunt as she cried out with sheer 
joy. 

The effect on the others was nothing short of sensational. Connie gave a 
startled cry. Any intention she may have harbored to avoid fucking in front 
of her young son had long since disappeared. She hoped Linda's boyfriend 
would know what to do. She guided his cock into the slick chasm of her 
boiling cunt. Then, as the youth responded with a cry of pure lust, she gave 
a grateful moan, his stiff cock driving up her cunt like a hot poker as his 
arms swept around her, drawing her closer. 

Angie Dillon, meanwhile, was staring at her husband fucking Linda. It 
reminded her of a stallion ramming his cock into a bewildered mare. She saw 
about four inches of dripping shaft leave and enter the girl, and the sight 
of his heavy balls as they slammed against the soft underside of the girl's 
cunt. 

"No, no ... just fuck me!" It was Connie who had just decided Bill's 
penetration from the rear was leaving much to be desired. "Let me, let me!" 
she cried, slipping away from the youth's grasp and turning to face him. 
Then, with a startling show of strength, she had fallen forward on the young 
man, stretching herself over him and reaching for his cock. "Just fuck the 
hell out of me!" she cried, her fingers pressing the already spurting head 
of the youth's cock into her waiting cunt. The thickening cock edged 
hungrily up into the molten heat of her cunt. Then with a series of cries 
she began a steady, driving humping which had the excited boy grunting and 
pleading under the vicious attack. 

Paul continued feeding his powerful cock into the screaming teenager, and 
Connie thrust up and down on the hapless Bill Dexter with devastating 
thoroughness. 

In both cases, it was almost as if the victims were being assaulted, and it 
made Angie all the more excited. She rubbed Stevie's stiff prick, noting how 
it was spurting streaks of come. Then, she brought her face to the very end 
of the spouting little cock, hot bursts of come splashing all over her face. 
She opened her mouth and closed her lips around the hot cock, moving slowly 
and firmly down the quivering young shaft until the thin crop of fine hair 
was tickling her mouth. 

Stevie stood the first engulfment of his cock with a series of stubborn 
shudders. His hands were on Mrs. Dillon's shoulders. At the same time her 
hands were on his ass, holding him firmly in place. Then, as he watched his 
sister being fucked by the capable Dr. Dillon, he gave a shallow cry as Mrs. 
Dillon's mouth and then her tantalizing tongue began a steady, methodical 
attack on his jerking little cock. 

A moment later, he was actually pleading and crying at the same time as he 
watched Dr. Dillon and his mother thmsh under the power of their orgasms. 
His cock was straining under the lashing and licking of Angie's expert 
mouth; the first torrent of his fuck-juice raced up the stem to be followed 
by another. 

As Mrs. Dillon's mouth sucked and licked at his quivering cock, drawing out 
the last of the boiling come, one of her hands swept between his shivering 
thighs to squeeze and fondle his balls until they were empty. 

For twenty minutes the only sounds around the pool were those of exhausted 
lovers. 

Even Angie, who hadn't been fucked, had found the teasing of the young boy 
exhausting. Her thighs were wet and sticky from her own fuck-juice which had 
flowed freely during the final sucking of the fresh, young cock. 

Now, as she stretched and then sat up to look around, she wished she had a 
camera. She toyed with the idea of going for it as Stevie awoke beside her, 
his eyes going to her fabulous tits. She smiled at him, bracing herself on 
one arm and moving her free hand to his cock. "You're getting to be quite a 
little man, aren't you?" 

Paul stirred alongside Linda, the voluptuous young teenager having fallen 
asleep with one hand over his flaccid cock. He looked over sleepily, a wide 
grin on his face as he watched his wife fondle the boy's genitals. He sat up 
and looked at the slim girl by his side, her hand falling off his cock as he 
took in the still towering young tits with their straining nipples. "Quite a 
birthday party we gave her," he said. 

"Quite the birthday present you gave her," Angie corrected, grinning, "and I 
must admit I never dreamed we would have this sort of a party going so soon 
after moving here." 

"Reminds you of old times, doesn't it?" 

"Sure does, except I wouldn't mind being fucked right now. Maybe I could 
encourage young Bill for one more screwing." 

Paul stretched and moved one hand onto Linda's peaked tit. He squeezed it 
lovingly until the young blonde opened her eyes. Then he moved his hand 
gently over to the other, squeezing that one before moving his fingers to 
her pubic hair. "We should let Bill screw her," he murmured pensively. 
"After all, it is her birthday." 

"He can fuck her anytime," Angie laughed, noting how she had managed to get 
Stevie's cock stiff. "Just look at this young stud," she said, staring at 
his stiffened cock admiringly. Then with a sigh, she got up and ambled 
toward the patio doors, her firm round ass wiggling provocatively. "I'll get 
the camera," she said, over her shoulder. 

Connie Stapleton came to and became aware of what Angie had said. A strange 
fear swept through her and she tried to sit up. 

Bill Dexter stirred alongside her and she took the opportunity to look at 
his cock. It was not completely soft and she wondered what it would be like 
to take it in her mouth. Sucking Paul's massive erection had been the most 
exciting thing she had ever experienced, but to have a cock grow in her 
mouth would be nothing short of sensational. 

She moved her hand onto it, grasping it gently and trying to decide if she 
should try it. Just then the young man's hand arrived on one of her tits and 
began kneading it. She was moving her face down, one hand lifting the 
rubbery-like cock and holding it in place. Then, as her mouth opened to 
accept the meaty column of warm flesh, a shiver coursed through her cunt and 
she was vaguely aware of a flash of light. 

Another flash of sharp brightness. Angie took a quick shot of Paul playing 
with Linda's tit. Then, as she watched, fascinated, Charlie trotted over to 
Connie and Bill. The heavy musky odor of come from Connie's upturned 
buttocks drew the animal like a magnet. 

"Oooooooow!" Connie was startled but pleased at the licking of her cunt. She 
quickly assumed it was Paul. She braced her ass tighter, drew her knees up 
against the twisting youth as she began to concentrate more on her sucking. 

Bill Dexter was moaning and growing under the lashing of her tongue. She 
groaned herself as the errant tongue slowly licked into her hole, the 
feeling of being penetrated and licked at the same time driving her insane. 

Again there was a startling flash of light. The teasing tongue in her cunt 
was licking farther and farther inside and she found herself sucking and 
licking at the youth's cock more firmly, forcing the prick to fill her 
mouth. 

Stevie and Linda sat up at the same time. Linda had been playing with Paul's 
magnificent cock, but she moved her hand quickly, feeling guilty, when she 
saw her kid brother staring at her. 

He grinned at her and then got to his feet and came over to sit beside them. 
As he did so, Linda caught a glimpse of her mother. She stared horrified, as 
Charlie the dog raised his head from between her mother's buttocks. 

"Good grief!" she gasped, the tingling in her cunt unbearable as the full 
realization of what was happening to her mother sank in. 

But then Paul's fingers were plucking at her tits and running over her 
shoulders and down her back. Linda gave a startled cry as her brother's warm 
hand moved up to cup and squeeze the nearest tit. 

"Stevie!" she cried, uncertain whether to reprimand the boy or accept the 
rather pleasing sensation which was racing through her loins. "Don't 
Stevie!" 

And then, without thinking, her hand moved to the boy's crotch, her fingers 
closing around his cock. 

Paul moved away from Linda and her brother, adjusting himself into a 
kneeling position and stretching, one hand cupping his swollen scrotum and 
throbbing cock. He watched the young boy hungrily play with his sister's 
lovely tits while she in turn avidly rubbed his cock. They were staring at 
each other, their eyes avoiding each other's busy hands. 

Paul turned away. 

Connie Stapleton was now lost in her cock-sucking, fondling and encouraging 
Bill Dexter's swollen cock and heavy balls. The youth was twisting and 
moaning as Connie's mouth eagerly licked and kissed at the pulsing column of 
his excited cock. 

And then Paul's eyes fell to where Angie was crouching, the camera exploding 
again and again as she took in the scenes, her beautiful tits bobbing and 
jerking as she focused the camera. 

"Aaaagh ... " Connie was paralyzed with lust as the first stab of stiff cock 
entered her clutching cunt. "Aaaagh ... " she gasped, aware for the first 
time that it wasn't a human cock as hairy paws encircled her neck and 
shoulders. Her entire body was racked with fantastic, indescribable shudders 
as bristling hairs scraped her straining ass and tender thighs. "Aaaaagh ... 
no, please ... " she whimpered. "No ... no ... please ... " 

She fought for breath as the hairy loins withdrew and then began a 
devastating, determined effort to fuck her. The constant contact of the 
coarse hair was nothing short of mind-boggling. Then, as the marvelous 
sensations seemed to increase beyond her endurance, she grasped Bill's hot 
cock, then frantically took as much into her hard-working mouth as she 
could. 

She adjusted her breathing quickly, making snorting noises. She arched 
herself to take care of the cock in her cunt. Then eagerly she sucked, 
murmuring and mumbling delightedly as the cock thickened in her throat. 

Dimly she heard Bill Dexter cry out and his hands were clawing at her hair. 
A moment later and the exploding geyser erupted, jetting the contents down 
her gulping throat. Only then did Connie move her mouth quickly up to the 
hard ridge of the excited cock, sucking and licking as the cock spurted the 
last searing bursts of oily come. 

The flashbulb exploded again. 

Angie was aware of Paul's huge arms around her, his hands moving to her 
excited tits. She fell back into his arms. 

"That's wonderful, darling," she whispered. "I don't think we could have 
arranged a better happening than this one, could we?" 

"Not for a starter," Paul agreed, feeling Angie's marvelous tits. "I think 
everyone enjoyed themselves." 

Then Angie pointed in the direction of Linda and Stevie Stapleton, the sight 
of the two youngsters forcing Paul to lift and squeeze Angie's tits 
unmercifully as he watched Linda push the young boy onto his back. 

A moment later, the long blonde hair covered the lower part of the boy's 
struggling body. Then the rhythmic bobbing of the young girl's head, and the 
jerky flipping of the boy's hips in response were too good to miss. 

"I think you should take one more picture," Paul suggested. "After all, most 
people won't realize what a good time they had until they see the pictures 
afterwards." 

Angie took two shots of the wildly convulsing couple. Then she put her 
camera down and flung her arms around Paul. 

"I think I need a fucking, darling." One hand went down into his warm 
crotch, her fingers closing around the enormous cock which pulsed and 
throbbed. "Mmmmm ... what a cock, darling, and always so ready and willing. 
Let's show everyone how good we are together," she murmured, grinning, as 
his powerful body stretched itself hungrily on top of hers. "Let's really 
put on a good show, darling." 

Then she spread her legs wide, the tip of his hot cock nudging at her 
cuntlips, waiting for the first thrust which would make her arch and strain 
and cry with sheer joy. 


THE END
