DOG-RAPED TEENAGER
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth
is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is
particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor,
and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual
privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual
behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most
of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is
frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in
our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal
they are.
The characters in DOG-RAPED TEENAGER are a case in point. Their story is one of
real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are
ever to understand our own sexuality.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Marianne Nielson sauntered down the deserted country road, her hands' jammed deep
in the pockets of her clinging jeans. The sun overhead scorched the dry earth around
the blonde teenager, bleaching out what little color there was in the West Texas
hillsides. The air was dry and burned Marianne's nostrils and lungs. She stopped and
adjusted her broad-brimmed straw hat, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand
and wondering' when she had ever seen anything so desolate and forbidding in her life.
And then there was that nagging, hot itchy ache in her cunt making her red nipples
stiff and scratch against the soft cotton of her short-sleeved shirt!
It had gotten worse in the last week, growing like a lush, tropical plant, intruding upon
the pretty young girl's every thought. Even now in this hell on earth Marianne felt her
cunt tightening up like a giant fist, squeezing shut on nothing then winking open only
to snap closed again. She moved her fingers steadily in her pockets, pressing them
against her trembling legs and sliding them toward her pussy. A tiny electric
contraction rippled through her snatch. Marianne's knees turned to rubber while a
strange hot/wet glow spread across her chest and throat.
That was a cum, she guessed – as soft and gentle as a baby's kiss. How easily she could
do something like that now, when only one month earlier the thought of anything
remotely suggesting sex would have embarrassed her. Marianne's cousin Jill Harrington
had done a lot to free her of her hang-ups.
The blonde smiled to herself, pulling her hands out and starting to walk down that
straight dirt road again toward the ranch. Jill, with her devilish black eyes, coal-black
hair, smooth pinkish skin, and classically chiseled face, had won the hearts of most of
the men in the county. Yet she was careful whom she spread her legs for. There were
scores of stiff, aching cocks pressing hard against zipped-up flys when Jill bounced
around town in her tight halter and tiny bright-red shorts. The men hung on fences
and doors to see her big nipples poking out of her top or to catch a glimpse of a stray
black cunny hair curling around the crotch panel of her shorts. They all licked their lips
like cats on the prey, their eyes watery and glistening with lust while Jill swung her
tight little ass back and forth like a banner down the main drag. Marianne had thought
it was damned lucky her cousin hadn't been dragged into the street and raped.
Yet Jill always seemed to be in control, handling even the most threatening situations
easily. And during Marianne's annual vacation from Los Angeles to Odessa, Texas to
see her aunt, uncle and cousins, the young blonde was now getting an education from
Jill on how she too could have her fun with men and still be in control.
"Oh God!" the blonde whispered to herself. The heat seemed to be growing worse.
Why did she take that damned pick-up from the ranch, especially when Jill's dad had
told her the other day it had a bad water pump? Now she was stranded five miles from
the nearest house, walking down the deserted back road under the hot Texas summer
sun. Even the birds and insects seemed cowed by the heat and kept silent as Marianne
walked by.
The eighteen-year-old felt her head growing light several minutes later. My God, I'm
getting heat stroke! she thought to herself, feeling a chill of terror crawl over her skin.
What if she should faint with the stroke? There'd be no one who would find her for
hours! She'd die!
The young girl struggled for control, shaking off the weakness creeping over her mind
and body. But the heat of the day seemed to be winning, taking control of all the girl's
faculties.
"Ohhh!" Marianne cried, stumbling over a loose rock in the center of the road. She
pitched forward, lost her balance and fell on both knees. Sweat poured freely from every
pore in her body. The blonde reached up and unbuttoned her shirt almost to the waist.
Her thirty-eight-inch tits nearly slipped free. But Marianne cared little for modesty now.
She needed air, something cool. The girl felt as if a hand were gripped around her
throat, choking off the air slowly.
It was at that point Marianne heard the sound of a truck far behind her. With a giant
effort the pretty blonde struggled to her feet, raising both hands and waving them
frantically above her head. If only they could spot her before they turned off on another
road that dipped below the mesa and headed toward San Antonio.
"Ohhh," Marianne moaned, feeling all her strength disappear with that last effort. She
collapsed in a shuddering heap, her hat slipping from her head and rolling into a ditch
at the side of the narrow road. Barely conscious, Marianne was nonetheless aware that
her hand signals had been seen. She could hear the truck bouncing and jangling over
the bumpy road toward her.
"Hey, it's that kid staying over at the Harrington place. Looks like she's got sunstroke
or something," a gruff voice said from somewhere in the distance.
Marianne opened her eyes and rolled them upward. Through a thin film she could see
two male shapes standing above her. Behind them was a pick-up truck, its engine still
running.
"Let's get her inside," the other man said after a minute's pause. "Their place's only a
coupla miles down the road."
Marianne groaned out a thanks, feeling strong arms lifting her from the dirt and
carrying her into the truck. The shade, even though still hot, partially revived the girl.
She leaned heavily against the back of the leather front seat, her hands folded modestly
in her lap. The older man crawled into the driver's side while his helper climbed in the
other.
"I was walking. The truck's bad. And all of a sudden..." she began to explain as the
driver ground the transmission into first. The truck lurched forward, then eased to a
steady pace as it bumped slowly down the road.
"Easy, honey. You're pretty damned weak. Save that strength," the driver said.
Marianne mumbled out another thanks and rested as they headed toward her uncle's
ranch.
Slowly she began to revive, helped by a cold rag the driver's helper had dampened with
water from his canteen and laid across her forehead. She rolled her head to the right
and smiled. He grinned back, his strong, straight white teeth gleaming from under his
thick black mustache.
Marianne moved back slightly and studied him with interest. Young, yet older by
several years than she was, his face tough and tanned by years of work in the outdoors,
his eyes black and vibrant, his cheeks high – he looked like what most women would
think of when they tried to conjure an image of a handsome stud ranch hand.
Still, as he removed the rag, poured more water over it, and laid it back on her forehead
Marianne was touched by an undercurrent of tenderness she felt ran through him. A
quick glance up and down his body told the girl he was broad-shouldered, narrowwaisted, 
and judging from a tell-tale heavy bulge between his legs-fat-cocked.
Marianne blushed and turned away for a moment. She was thinking like a whore! How
could she analyze someone like that, even though she said nothing? It was improper!
"Goddamned hose!" the blonde heard the driver curse loudly. At once Marianne was
aware of steam rushing out from the sides of the hood.
"The hose again, Pete?"
"Goddamned truck. Joe, I shoulda listened to the boss last week and traded this junker
in for somethin' else," Pete said, slamming his fist against the dashboard. "Well fuck.
We can't go anywhere in this thing, and she's too sick to walk."
Marianne was about to protest. She felt far better and probably could have walked the
remaining miles – she was sure they were almost to her uncle's home – without much
trouble. And yet there was the steady, warm pressure of Joe's leg against hers. If
somehow she could get rid of Pete, then the two of them would be alone and then –
but God, there was that train of thought again! She had never slept with a man before,
even though Jill's detailed, lurid descriptions of how a hot, stiff cock rubbing against a
clitty felt excited the hell out of her. And here she was, hoping something would
happen that would throw her in the arms of a perfect stranger.
"Look, why don't you stay here with the little lady while I go on down to the
Harrington place and get some help? You'll be okay, ma'am. Joe here's trustworthy,"
Pete said, tipping his hat, then backing out of the truck and slamming the door shut.
Marianne and the hand watched in silence as Pete walked quickly away from the truck
toward the ranch. Uneasily the blonde slid several inches away from Joe, feeling
disappointed that the subtle warm pressure of his broad thigh was gone. And yet it was
the only proper thing she could do under the circumstances. Jill, she knew, would have
taken another approach to the problem.
"You been here long, ma'am?" Joe said after several minutes of thick, heavy silence.
Marianne held her breath, afraid to talk to him – afraid to look at the big, burly
handsome ranch hand. That itchy ache began again. Her fingers felt icy and trembled
noticeably in her lap. She folded them together and tried to compose herself.
"Just a week." The girl nearly jumped at the sound of her own voice. It sounded thick,
drunken and low with lust. There was a wet, tickling feeling in her crotch. It was cunt
juice – hot and frothy seeping out from her fat, swelling virginal cuntal lips and
soaking down her panties. Oh God, if he smelled it, what would happen? It was close in
the truck and there was hardly a breath of air outside.
Her thighs trembled; her nipples tweaked and itched. It was only then Marianne
remembered she'd unbuttoned her shirt. Glancing down the young blonde realized
most of her thunderous tittles were exposed. Only the hard, red, half-inch-long nipples
remained hidden.
Quickly reaching up and holding the opened halves of her shirt together, Marianne
glanced to her right and realized Joe had been staring at them all the time. Somehow
she sensed he was the kind of man who sniffed out cherries when they were ripe,
plucked them and sucked them while the victim joyfully gave up what she had so
jealously protected up to then.
"This ain't much of a place, but it's better when it's cooler," Joe said, shifting his
position in the seat. Marianne wanted to throw open the door and climb out. Only that
way could she be certain she'd be safe. And yet she stayed inside, hoping Joe would
make some move against her.
"Maybe some of that water would help," the blonde teenager said, smiling weakly at the
handsome hand. If only he would make a move!
But would she resist? Marianne bit down hard on her lower lip while Joe fooled under
the seat for his canteen. Fighting down a nervous giggle the girl realized she couldn't
answer that question. She would have to wait until...
"Oh!" Marianne cried out. Joe had accidentally spilled water on her leg.
"Sorry," he mumbled, putting the canteen down on the seat and grabbing a clean rag
from the dashboard. "It's only water," he said, dabbing the oblong wet spot on her jeans
with one corner of the material. Marianne sucked in a deep breath as Joe's hand crept
closer toward her crotch. He stopped, looked up into her swimming dark-blue eyes and
read the story in an instant.
Throwing down the rag he removed his cowboy hat and placed it on the dash.
Marianne felt her head swimming.
"I don't think..." she stammered, her voice coming in low pants.
Joe said nothing, moving around toward the girl and putting his big, callused hands
around her waist and drawing her toward him. Her titties pushed against her shirt.
They began to swell and almost hurt with passion. That tingling sensation began to
grow unbearable between her legs.
Marianne licked her dry lips, feeling her chin trembling with excitement. She still had a
chance to escape. All she had to do was threaten him – to scream for help. Yet the way
he touched her now made her heart beat faster and her flesh heat up and crawl with
pleasure.
Joe slipped his hands lower until they cupped her ass. When he pulled her against him
again Marianne felt all resistance fading away from her.
She felt him squeezing the cheeks of her ass slowly and firmly. That pressure felt so
good. The young blonde closed her eyes and let out a tight little sigh that turned into a
nervous giggle. Marianne had no idea where all this foreplay would end. Maybe they
would stop right there. Maybe the other guy would come back. A quick look through
the front window proved that possibility wrong.
"Maybe we should stop," the girl panted. She felt Joe's lips sliding along her neck. His
tongue lapped at her smooth white flesh while his lips planted long, wet kisses.
Marianne's body was doing funny things. She felt as if someone had slipped a gob of
butter inside her pussy. It felt all wet and slippery inside. When she moved her legs the
girl could feel her pussywalls rubbing against one another.
No one – not even Bobby Granger back in L.A. with all his heavy petting – had made
her feel like that. That tingling itch had grown more aching more urgent, in need of
immediate care. Just what kind of care that would be Marianne had only a dim idea of.
The blonde groaned, snapping her knees shut and grinding her thighs up and down.
The gentle pressure created by that motion against her stiffened clitshaft made
Marianne gasp out in surprise and delight. The plump young tight lips of her pussy
were aching to be touched.
"Put your hands around my neck," Joe commanded, reaching behind her for
something.
Marianne did as she was told, her head dropping back and dangling as if it had been
severed. Joe fished around for something behind her. It was a pillow.
"Here, lay on this," Joe said, pushing a dirty pillow just under the steering wheel. The
blonde looked up into her eyes. They bore down into her with lust. Meekly, she did as
she was told and prayed that Joe would be gentle.


Chapter 2

Marianne lay back on the couch – like front seat of the pickup truck. Her face and
chest were covered with a gleaming layer of sweat. The air inside the tiny cab had
grown thick and stifling. The young blonde teenager had a difficult time breathing. And
yet with Joe sliding over her body now she thought of nothing but something big and
hard, shaped like a torpedo, rubbing against the hot itchy spot between her legs.
Marianne glanced back up at Joe. There was a burning determination in his eyes. It
made her blood boil. Everything he was doing above her – all of it was meant for her.
That idea made Marianne flush with pride and excitement. To think that someone like
her could make a rugged heman like Joe want her this way. Marianne slid her hands
around the big man's neck. The tips of her tits pressed into his chest. She looked up at
him with a questioning look on her flushed face.
Marianne let out another soft, wet gasp. Joe was whispering things in her ear – things
about her body and how they made him feel good. His mouth nuzzled into her neck
and his hot breath blew through her hair. Marianne felt her ear grow hot and ticklish.
His breath and his suggestive words worked their way into her mind and made her
shiver with excitement. She felt her body come alive with sexual electricity. The girl
quivered with lust when she felt Joe's iron-hard cock brushing against the unfucked
mound between her splayed legs.
Bending his head forward Joe caught Marianne's lips with his mouth, pressing forward
until the two of them were locked tightly together. Gently he rested on top of her,
pushing her into the soft leather of the seat. Marianne relaxed her jaw when she felt his
tongue push out, then force its way between her lips. Boys at school had done this to
her and she had liked it. She and her girlfriends would sit in the bathroom and giggle
about so-and-so and how he tried to slip his Unger in you-know-where while he
tongued her mouth. But this – this was something she and the girls had never dreamed
of.
She felt that tongue swirling inside her mouth like a live animal. It was doing things to
her. Marianne struggled against the hot, slippery thing. But Joe's strength and
determination were too great for her. Slowly she relented and let his tongue lash down
her throat. But then something odd was going on between her legs. Marianne knew she
still had on her jeans. Yet she could feel her pussylips being pulled apart. It was Joe's
hands, working their way across her asscheeks through her Levi's. Every time he
squeezed one cheek he created enough pressure to unstick her wet labes. They fell
apart, only to come back together when the big ranch hand relaxed his grip.
Marianne felt herself spinning out of control the way she had never done before. The
girl knew she should stop. But yet the only thing she did was writhe suggestively under
the big hand, wishing he would take off her cotton shirt. It was so hot and wet with
sweat. She wanted to feel his hot, hairy chest rubbing against her swollen titties.
While their spit-filled mouths sucked together, Marianne became more conscious of the
eight inches of hot dickmeat throbbing through Joe's Levi's and pulsing against the
slippery lips of her cunt. She wondered for a second how it would feel pushing inside
her body. Just then Marianne felt Joe's rough hands scrape across her tummy. The
rough sensation of that callused skin against her flesh made the blonde cry out with
delight. He was unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, parting the halves and freeing her big,
young, ripe titties.
Marianne felt his tongue sliding back down her throat as if it were heading all the way
to her belly. Then his fingers were working at the brass snap of her Levi's. A sharp
pang of guilt assailed the girl for a moment. She thought of her mother and the
warning the women have her about running with men at her age. But still Joe didn't
seem like a man who would really hurt her. He was making her feel so good with all he
was doing. And nothing had really happened – at least, not yet.
She felt as if his body were being supported by her titty points while that column of hot
flesh between his legs kept jabbing against her crotch. Her legs flew apart when Joe
unbuttoned the snap, reached down and unzipped her slacks.
"Feeling funny, babes?" he asked thickly, ripping his mouth from hers.
"Yes, oh God, yes," Marianne panted, running her hands over his neck and arms.
"Where? Here, babes?"
With that Joe moved his hand inside the opened halves of her Levi's. Marianne felt
those powerful fingers slide over the damp crotch panel of her panties. He reached
between her legs and cupped her tender snatch tightly.
"Yes, yes, oh God," she moaned while his fingers worked greedily over the plump lips.
Marianne thought she was going out of her mind. Sweat poured from her forehead,
burning into her eyes. Joe was milking the lips of her snatch together, working their
slippery fat edges together through the wet silky material of her briefs.
"No, no," she said weakly. It was the last attempt she would make to stop him. Twisting
to the right with all her effort and hunching up against the handle of the driver's door
the young blonde teenager accidentally twisted her panties around in a tight silken cord
that cut into her cuntal cleft. Joe worked the crotch panel, now twisted into a tightly
wound rope, to one side, fingering the wet slit with the tip of his forefinger.
Marianne pushed her ass deep into the seat to keep her panties from coming off. But
Joe was firm, milking her bare cunny lips, then tiring of the material getting in his way.
Holding her body down firmly with one hand the young stud ranch hand worked
Marianne's jeans down to her knees, then slid her panties down. With a little more
effort he had managed to strip her naked. Then his hands worked between her legs
once more.
Marianne felt her ass push up against the squeezing sensation between her thighs. It
felt so good. The flash of guilt she had had earlier disappeared in a red fog of pleasure.
She was on fire. She felt her flesh bursting with her own sexual juices.
"Oh baby, that's your pussy and you ain't never been screwed before, have you?" Joe
asked.
Marianne shook her head violently back and forth, unable to say anything. She was too
hot and eager. And then he was rubbing her pussylips together shoving his tongue
down her throat and ending all possibility of resistance. No, she couldn't stop him. She
couldn't stop herself. Marianne was like a train rushing down a track out of control.
"Titties, big, hard titties," Joe said, seeming to enjoy this slow, experimental way of
fucking the inexperienced young girl.
"I-oh God," Marianne said, blushing deep red and sucking in a ragged breath. No one
had ever touched her like that. He was rubbing her naked jugs with one hand while his
thick lips wrapped around one red-tipped tit. His tongue lashed over the tight, itchy
nipple. Joe laved her jugs with spit, bathing the tense, sore tips until they were
throbbing almost as regularly as her cuntal mound.
Marianne felt a strange, hot/wet tingling sensation between her toes. It made her curl
them up and drag them across the seat. She felt the rough material of Joe's shirt and
Levi's scraping against the insides of her thighs and over her tummy. It felt good, but
how much better would it feel to have his flesh against her flesh. Marianne bit her
lower lip until it bled, wondering if she should say something to him.
Joe continued to work over her titties until Marianne was gasping for breath and
hanging onto him as if she were drowning. His mouth broke away and roamed freely
over the upper half of her body.
"Feel this, baby," Joe said almost savagely. He took her right hand and slid it down his
body until Marianne's fingers brushed against the hard length of his cock.
"No!" she cried, trying to take her hand away.
"Here," Joe said, rolling over and trapping her hand with his hips. With a quick
movement the young hand unzipped his Levi's, pulling them apart and yanking out his
dick. He grabbed Marianne's hand once more, forcing it down onto his cock while he
worked over her pussy again.
This was the first time she had ever felt a man's dick before. Once on a date two years
ago the football team captain had taken out his cock and showed it to her. It was long
and thick, and he wanted her to go down on it. But Marianne was too frightened and
inexperienced and – told the young man to put it back in his pants or she'd call for the
police.
But now Marianne wondered how she could have done such a stupid thing. Joe's dick
felt so long and thick and hot and wonderful. She moved her fingers lightly around the
hard sides and felt to her surprise a distinct throbbing sensation. She felt the thick blue
veins rub against her slender cold fingers. They throbbed with that same sexual rhythm
tearing at her cunny right now.
"Good, good," Joe moaned, shoving his hips forward, pushing his cock into the palm of
her hand. "That's it, feel that cock of mine.
Marianne thought she would die from happiness when she felt Joe wriggle his fingers
inside her twat. She gripped his cock good and tight.
"Oh, I want – I want..." Marianne started to say, then stopped. She couldn't go on.
"What, baby?"
"I want to feel all of you," the girl said reluctantly.
Joe smiled, sweat trickling over his flushed face. "You got it," he said, rocking up from
Marianne's naked body. The young girl watched while Joe finished unbuttoning his
shirt. She saw the thick, rounded muscles of his well-developed chest though the
coating of body hair. The girl breathed more heavily, knowing in seconds she would
feel that wiry hair scratching against her sensitive titties.
Then he moved his hands down to his crotch. Only then did Marianne see his fat cock.
It stuck out like a dark-pink spear. The silver teeth of his fly gleamed around the long
dick. Its mushroom capped head was a purplish bulb drooling crystal droplets of cum
from its slit. Then Joe opened his Levi's fully and pushed them down, slipping carefully
from the pants without knocking her off the seat. His fat nuts swung back and forth. It
was the first time the girl had ever seen a man naked before. It was beautiful. Marianne
felt her body flash up in renewed sexual fire.
And then he was on top of her again. But what a difference! Now she could feel all of
him. His furry chest sanded her nipples down, scratching the wet, sensitive flesh of her
chest and tummy until the girl cried out like a woman in pain. Her knees were pulled
up now almost to her chest. That fat, hot dick resting like a live animal in the narrow
slit of her furry cunt jumped and jerked with excitement.
Moving his hairy ass up and down Joe forced the thick meaty bulb of his dick against
Marianne's clitty shaft. The girl cried out, digging her head into the dirty pillow and
wriggling her ass excitedly back and forth. Joe's cock was doing things to her, tickling
and teasing that sputtering sex spindle without actually going inside her cunny. And yet
Marianne wondered what it would feel like having his dick inside her.
"You're gonna be tight. Have to get you ready," Joe said in short gasps. Marianne had
little time to think over what he was saying. He moved down her body, holding his
hands tightly to her sides. Soon he was down between her legs, his ears rubbing against
the insides of her thighs while his hot, rough tongue licked over the fleshy lips of her
cunt. It should have frightened her. Her mother had always told her only bad women
let men do things like that to them. And yet how could something so good be so bad?
To have him licking his tongue up between the red lips of her pussy had to be
wonderful. Then when she felt that tongue push inside her snatch Marianne exploded.
She found herself shoving up to him, pushing her snatch into his mouth.
While Marianne exploded again Joe scraped his tongue around her narrow, tender hot
fuck tunnel. He worked her over, pulling her legs further apart with his hands until she
was wide open for him.
"Okay, baby," the big hand said, sliding back up to her and clamping down hard on her
shoulders with his hands to steady her. Their bodies slipped freely over one another on
a thick layer of burning sweat.
Marianne held her breath when Joe worked his thick cockhead inside her. As the meaty
head slid in, the blonde's pussylips closed tightly over it. His big long shaft was outside,
throbbing, waiting to be shoved completely in. Joe waited for a second, then twisted his
body around so she could feel his cock working. The spongy fat head reamed out the
tight clean virginal passage, pushing further and deeper into her willing body. His
cockshaft disappeared inch by inch.
The blonde begged him to go slow while she felt her pussy being stretched wide open.
At the same time his hands grasped her tight titties. The red nipples throbbed while
Joe's thumbs and forefingers rubbed them into near explosion. He had her caught with
his hands, his legs and his dick. She was trapped and loved it.
Gradually Marianne felt the pressure in her cunt become more intense while Joe shoved
in more deeply. There were only two inches of cockmeat inside her and six more to go
outside. She wanted Joe rolling on top of her, squeezing her, crushing her into
nothingness with his wonderful hot, hairy body. She reached up to pull his heaving
chest down harder onto her titties.
"All the way," Joe demanded, bearing down hard. His dick pushed through the tight yet
slippery tunnel, his cockhead almost frying in the hot oil of her clenching cunny. As it
pushed aside the virginal membranes, his shaft was grabbed by the sensitive, velvety
walls. He felt his cock run into the firm cherry. Joe pushed forward and down. The
membrane held firm. His weight came forward slowly, forcing his cock in.
"No, you'll hurt me!" Marianne cried. She'd heard of stories of the first nights and how
much blood and pain there was for the woman while the man only thought of the
pleasure he was getting plowing new territory.
"Hold still!" Joe said firmly. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and shoved down
with one lunging push. His cock broke through in one quick stab and plunged down
into the depths of her body. His dick was sore from the effort of busting her cherry. But
Joe kept on pushing and reaming until he knew he had every inch of his rod rammed
into her hot cunny.
Marianne meanwhile had nearly passed out from the pain. Her body stiffened as if
concrete had been injected into her veins. Her cunny ached painfully. All the pleasure
that had gone into their fucking had disappeared in one painful blinding flash. Now all
she wanted to do was get up and hide in a comer.
Yet she lay quietly. Slowly the pain faded away. Gradually the young girl was aware of
the hot, hard fullness still throbbing inside her. Now it was further in, however.
Marianne concentrated on that full, hot sensation. The pain went away. It was a
miracle.
Joe seemed to sense her renewed interest in fucking and moved his hips slightly to one
side. In an instant he felt a reaction. Marianne squeezed her cuntal muscles together in
an instinctive movement. He gasped, throwing his head back and rocking his thighs
into her. She felt his masculine hairy hardness over her body until every square inch of
her flesh was on fire. Marianne dropped her knees apart as much as she could, silently
begging for more of that delicious cockmeat.
"Like it, baby?"
"Sooo good. Good fucking," Marianne murmured. Her titties jiggled with the force of
Joe's fucking blows, jouncing together then falling apart. Sweat ran freely between her
thunderous titties and down her heaving sides. Through the roaring in her ears
Marianne could hear the soft squishing/sucking sounds of the big man's cock reaming
out her stretched pink cunny. His balls swung forward and beat against her upturned
asscheeks.
Her body slid up further and further on the seat on a thick layer of sweat until her head
was pressed against the" door. The young teenager's heels bounced merrily against Joe's
hunching back. Marianne thought she was going to die from the intense pleasure
tearing through her body. No one, not even the girls who had been considered "loose"
by the rest of them, had ever told her fucking could be so much fun.
"Feel it, baby? Feel my cock? It's getting hard and big now."
"Hard and big," Marianne repeated drunkenly. Her lips were open. A string of drool
ran from one comer down her cheek. Her fingers raked Joe's hairy back. Both of them
were so close to cumming!
"Feel it better now, honey?" he almost yelled, sliding his rod out of her tight hole,
stopping for a second on the upstroke, wriggling his ass and reaming out her snatch,
then shoving it down hard and fast.
Marianne's eyelids fluttered open and she snapped her knees together hard once more.
Joe grunted and forced himself out of the inviting fleshy saddle. In and out, in and out.
Before she knew it Joe was hammering his dick against her clit. He was going faster and
faster, his face pinched and red with lust. His coal-black hair was plastered in clumps
against his sweaty forehead. There was a desperate urgency in him now. Marianne felt
almost overwhelmed by the sexual power she felt radiating out of him now. She was
grunting with the force of his strokes. Her pussy was being stretched wide open. His
cock seemed to be ballooning wider and wider, stretching her open until she felt she
was going to split apart.
"Oh!" Marianne moaned. A flash of fire tore through her body. Her legs scissored
tightly around Joe's body while her ass ground up to meet him. Her entire body
clutched him as he fucked her.
"Cut loose with me, baby! Get your first real cum with me!" Joe shouted as he worked
his thick-muscled hips against her like piledrivers.
Then Marianne felt an explosion building up in her body. She had jerked herself off
before in bed at night while thinking of a boy at school. But those cums had been
nothing to the one she suspected was about to rip through her cunny now. Her body
tightened. She was ready for the big shot, the end to her virginity.
"Fuck, fuck!" Joe cried. His balls tightened against his fat dickroot. The thick tube
running through his dick was ready to take his jizz and blow it through her body.
"More, more!" Marianne begged as she felt his cock throbbing inside her. Her cuntal
walls tightened around that plunging dick. As the trembling started to shake its thick
length the girl felt hot jets of something sticky, rich and scalding burst out into her
cunt. It burned into her with a force that both terrified her and delighted her.
Joe cried out as if someone had stabbed him in the back. His spine curved inward while
his body jerked and swayed back and forth on the seat. His legs jerked apart, then
snapped together while he rocked and ground his hips against Marianne's. He was
working his shooting dick for the maximum amount of friction during his cum.
Marianne felt as if the world were inside her cunt and was exploding all around her.
Her pussy walls spasmed once, then twice as her snatch gripped that shooting hunk of
dick meat deep inside her.
"Cum, baby, cum," Joe whispered thickly in her ear. He had reached the height of his
climax and was tapering off. He pushed his body down hard and held it there, working
in the last of his cum that still spurted out of his dickhead.
"Ah-ah-ahhhhhhHHHHHH!" Marianne cried, her body stiffening, then writhing like a
snake under Joe's as the force of her orgasm nearly knocked the girl unconscious.


Chapter 3

Marianne had no idea how long the two of them lay together in that pickup. It seemed
like hours before she had the strength to roll her head around and face Joe. She
wondered what he would think of her. She was only eighteen, and yet she had
performed for him like an experienced whore. But Marianne couldn't help it. What he
had done to her had unleashed a demon that perhaps had been' better kept secretly
hidden.
"Okay, baby?" Joe whispered softly in her ear. The sound of his voice combined with
the ticklish sensation of his breath against her flesh and raised goosebumps all over her
sensitive flesh.
"Oh, I think so. I don't know what to say," Marianne confessed, looking at the big man
shamefacedly. Her eyes were big, blue and innocent. There was confusion in them as
she seemed to be looking for an answer to an unasked question?
"Don't worry about it, baby. Nothing's gonna happen. I ain't gonna tell nobody about
what we did. I ain't even gonna ask you to come to me again," he said lowering his
head and giving Marianne a peck on the cheek.
"But I want to, I want to," Marianne said desperately, flinging her hands around his
neck and drawing him to her again. Joe laughed, hugging her and moving his muscular
thighs back and forth. His cock had gone soft but was still embedded in her nowslackened pussy.
The big man felt a familiar warmth and stiffness returning to his dick and knew he
could fuck Marianne if they had time. God only knows the girl was willing enough. But
Pete would be coming Jack soon with help. He couldn't be found with: Marianne like
this. The people around here fucked like bunnies, but were never caught in public with
their pants down. If that happened, there was scandal, and sometimes worse depending
on the people involved.
"Not enough time now, honey," Joe said reluctantly, reaching back and pulling
Marianne's hands from around his neck.
The girl flushed beet red. "You must think I'm terrible, throwing myself at you. But I'm
not. I mean, I'm not like a lot of girls who – who give it away every day."
Joe had pulled his dick out of the girl's snatch, wiping the smeared cum and small
amount of pink blood off its head while he fished down below the seat for their clothes.
"I know, baby. I think we'd better talk about this later, though," Joe suggested, handing
Marianne her wrinkled shirt and Levi's. The two of them dressed quickly, trying to
ignore the stifling heat in the truck and the uncomfortable stickiness it produced on
their bodies.
Shortly after Marianne had finished tucking in her shirt, both of them spotted Pete
coming over the horizon in a green Army-style Jeep. It was bouncing on the road,
looming closer with every second. Joe reached over and squeezed Marianne's left hand
with his. The girl couldn't look at him. She felt a confused mixture of lust and shame
whirling around in her mind. Instead Marianne kept her eyes fastened on the
approaching Jeep and wondered if Pete would spot something amiss in the pickup.
"About time!" Joe shouted out the window, kicking open the passenger door and
jumping out of the pickup. He sauntered over to the Jeep, tipping back his large tan
cowboy hat and putting his right foot high on the Jeep's fender while he talked to his
partner.
Marianne sat perspiring in the pickup, her face still turned away from the handsome
young stud. She wondered if he would be bragging about his conquest of old
Harrington's virgin niece at the town bar tonight. Her aunt and uncle thought Jill was
still a virgin, although a little on the wild side. As for Marianne, she was almost like a
virginal vision descended from heaven. What would they think and say if they found
out she had fucked like a mink with a ranch hand! The thought made Marianne moan
out loud.
Both Pete and Joe heard her cry out and turned toward the truck.
"Okay, miss?" Pete shouted above the loud clanging of the Jeep's engine.
"Yes. Please, just take me back to my uncle's," Marianne pleaded.
"No problem. But you'll have to bounce along," Pete shouted back cheerfully.
Marianne adjusted her clothes and took one last look in the rear-view mirror. She
wondered if she had changed somehow after that wild fucking scene with Joe. Would
people be able to guess she had been impaled by that fat dick, then filled with its
creamy cum?
"Your cousin's not even there. Nobody at home," Pete said as they jounced their way
back to the ranch.
"I just have to rest," Marianne said softly, stealing a glance at Joe, who smiled gently at
the last remark. The girl blushed furiously and firmly decided not to see him again.
"There you go," Pete said, pulling the Jeep up to the large white ranch house. Marianne
thanked both of them, flushing again when she shook Joe's hand. Both men waved,
tearing around the large circular drive in front of the house and bouncing back to the
road.
Marianne stood on the broad covered porch, shading her eyes against the brilliant
afternoon sun until they disappeared from view behind a cloud of Texas dust. Little had
she guessed she would have become a woman in this God-forsaken country.
I wonder if I should tell Jill? Marianne thought to herself as she turned and opened the
screen door. She had the trace of a smile on her face. Marianne had secretly envied Jill's
wild sexual escapades, although she publicly disapproved of them. Now she had one of
her own that, if not exactly putting her up in Jill's league, would show her to be a
serious contender.
Get some water and lay down, Marianne decided, walking silently through the large
lowceilinged living room to the kitchen at the rear of the house. It was shaded and cool
inside. The girl rested against the edge of the sink, letting the tap water run over her
wrists for several minutes, then splashing it over her face.
"Ohhh!" Marianne cried in relief, splashing her arms with the cool water, then grabbing
a glass from the sink counter and filling it quickly. She drank it down in four gulps, put
the glass down, then moved slowly through the kitchen and hall toward the bedrooms
on the other side of the large home.
As she walked quietly through the deserted building Marianne thought she could hear
the sound of someone groaning. At first she thought it was her imagination. After what
had happened to her in that truck today it was a miracle she wasn't having visions
already.
Yet the closer she got to Jill's room the louder the moans became. When she was by the
door Marianne realized there were several people inside besides her cousin. The sounds
of laughing and swearing were loud but still incomprehensible to the young blonde.
Marianne stopped by the door, pressing her face against the wood and peering into the
room through a wide crack between the partially opened door and the frame.
"Ohhhh!" Jill moaned.
Marianne saw her cousin had been stripped and was lying on her back on the large
double bed her mother had just had shipped from Dallas. One boy was kneeling
between the pretty brunette's legs. His face was buried in the bushy thicket of Jill's
crotch curls.
Marianne could hear the sloppy sounds of pussy lapping echo through the small room.
The boy was naked too. Peeking from under one jutting hipbone Marianne could see
the boy's dickhead. He was rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock between
his body and the wrinkled sheet for temporary relief while he ate away at the young
brunette's snatch. His name, Marianne guessed from Jill's occasional pants, was Frank.
Two other boys were also in the room, although they still had on their jockey shorts.
They stood on the far side of the bed, fingering the bulges between, their legs. Large
wet pre-cum stains on their shorts told Marianne they were fully aroused and probably
waiting their turn with Jill.
Occasionally the brunette rolled her head heavily toward the two boys and said
something to them. They smiled wryly, suggestively cupping their fingers under their
cloth-shrouded cocks, pretending they were about to pull their dicks out. Then they
dropped their hands and let Jill moan at the bulging crotches inches away.
Marianne watched the scene in near-disbelief. Jill was taking a chance doing something
like this in her own home. What if her mom and dad were to walk in, the house?
Marianne decided she had better wait in the living room and try to steer her aunt and
uncle away from the back bedrooms should they come home early.
About to back away, Marianne felt herself suddenly seized with a coughing fit. All that
dust in the air finally got to her. But here of all places!
"What's that?" one of the boys at the far end of the bed asked, moving around the front
with his friend behind him. The boy between Jill's legs and Jill herself kept on going as
if nothing were wrong. They were too engrossed in one another to be disturbed by
anything or anyone.
"Oh," Marianne said, protectively clutching her throat and backing away. She didn't
know why, but something told her these young people were too advanced for anything
she was prepared for.
"Hey, it's Jill's cousin," the first boy said, opening the door and finding the blonde
cowering in the hall.
"Please, just leave me alone," she said nervously as both boys stepped slowly into the
hall and blocked her route of escape through the living room.
"Spying on Jill and us, eh?" the taller, dark-haired boy said, his eyes narrowing while he
studied her carefully. His body was slender' and nearly hairless, though well-developed.
His small head, black hair, and narrow eyes gave him an Oriental appearance, although
Marianne had seen his red-headed parents and guessed he was Irish.
"What do you think we'd better do with her, Jack?" the shorter, blond-headed boy
asked, his brilliant blue eyes fastened on her like laser beams. Marianne looked down at
their crotches. They were both hard and bulging as before. But now the blonde could
see inside the partially opened piss-flaps. Cockmeat – more of it than she had had with
Joe.
"I think she wants some dick. But maybe we better teach her a lesson before she swings
on this," Jack said. "Grab her, Billy."
Marianne raised her hands and swung out defensively. They were Jill's friends. She was
Jill's cousin. What were they trying to do to her? She had heard of the kinky things
country people do for fun. They didn't have anything else to amuse themselves with, so
they enjoyed kinky sex and murder – or so the stories went in Los Angeles. But now
Marianne felt she was to become one of those stories.
"Jill!" she shrieked as Jack threw her over his shoulder and carried her kicking,
swinging and screaming down the hall into the living room. Billy followed, laughing at
the young blonde's helpless Marianne's partially revealed titties. "You a virgin, baby?"
Jack asked, walking slowly up to her.
Marianne pressed her back into the couch, pressing her legs tightly together while
shaking her head quickly back and forth. Jack stopped and let out a long, low whistle.
"I told Jill you musta been fucked somewhere along the road. She didn't believe me.
Well, we'll have a laugh over that one later," he drawled, resuming his advance. His fat
dick swayed lazily back and forth with each step. Marianne cowered, her eyes widening
with fear as she wondered what he was going to do.
"Get out of those clothes, baby. Strip 'em off or I'll tear 'em off," Jack said. Only now
did Marianne realize the boy was drunk. This close to her she could smell stale beer on
his breath. His uneven breathing, his swaying back and forth all revealed his
drunkenness. Whatever controls he may have had sober were now thrown off by the
booze. There was little she could do but obey what he told her to do.
Reluctantly Marianne crawled off the couch, stepping to one side and avoiding Jack's
advance. Looking the other way the girl unbuttoned her shirt, letting it slide off her
shoulders and slip to the floor. Quickly she unfastened her Levi's, pushing them down
and lifting one foot after the other out of the trousers.
"Whew, you're one hell of a broad," Jack commented, stepping back slightly and
admiring the young blonde's golden cunny bush and her jutting, high-riding titties. The
nipples, red and stiff from terror, stood out like tiny poles from her tit-flesh. Jack stood
as if entranced, drinking in the perfect womanly vision before him.
Marianne felt cheapened, humiliated by his lewd staring. The trance was quickly
broken, however, when the front screen door flew open and Billy appeared – still
wearing only his jockey shorts. Behind him trotted a large, gray and white German
shepherd. Marianne felt her skin crawl, although she didn't know quite why.


Chapter 4

The boys looked meaningfully at one another and smirked while the dog padded
around the living room, sniffing at the chairs and tables, then finally turning around
and trotting over to Marianne. At first the girl was about to reach down and pat the big
animal on the head. He seemed to be the only friendly thing around. His big sad brown
eyes, his thick coat of fur, his bushy tail wagging slowly back and forth seemed
somehow reassuring to the frightened, naked teenager. Then Marianne realized King
had a hard-on. His red, knotty dick was partially out of his furry sheath. A clear drop of
cum dangled from the pointed tip. Marianne jerked back up, pulling her hand away
from the animal's head as if she had touched a hot stove.
"What's the matter, baby?" Jack asked, laughing when he saw the girl's reaction to the
excited animal. King growled deep in his throat, stopping in front of Marianne and
sniffing at her knees. The blonde backed away, her legs shaking with terror.
"No, bad dog!" she said in a high, nervous voice. Slowly an idea began to creep over her
mind like a sickening fog. They were going to make her do something terrible with that
German shepherd. She instinctively knew it, and the thought almost leveled her.
Mummy, Daddy, help! Marianne screamed silently, although she showed no sign of
weakness to either Jack of Billy...
"Down on the floor, babes," Jack said, his fat cock brushing the hip of the groaning
blonde.
Marianne backed away, struggling helplessly with the muscular boy. He held her tightly
in front of her, moving his thighs lewdly back and forth and scraping his cock against
her outer labes. The girl threw back her head and let out a strangled sob. She could feel
his meaty dickhead working its way between her fleshy labes. She was being fucked
again, only a few hours after her first screw! But this time there was no gentleness, no
gradual excitement. There was only crudeness, force, brutality. His fingers dug painfully
into her sides as the head of his prick disappeared into her tight little cunny.
"Mmmmmm, too bad she's gonna get it on with King," Jack grunted. Sweat beaded up
on his forehead while he reamed out the mouth of her pussy with his bulbous dickhead.
The dog pranced nervously around the swaying couple, his head up and his ears
pricked forward while his tail wagged more furiously back and forth. "But that's life,"
Jack said, squeezing his smooth asscheeks together and drawing his dick out of
Marianne's snatch like a sword, from its sheath. Placing both hands on her slender
shoulders the young boy forced her to the floor. Kneeling in front of Jack, Marianne
had to turn her face away to keep, from having that drooling cock pressed against her
mouth.
"Oh!" she cried as he shoved her roughly back against the couch. Marianne felt the
breath leave her body. Her ass banged against one wooden leg of the sofa, rattling her
spine and making the teenager cry out again in pain and surprise. Temporarily stunned
Marianne didn't realize how spread apart and open her snatch was to sexual attack.
King moved quickly while the blonde girl shook her head and tried to clear her blurred
vision.
"You can't, you can't," Marianne moaned, reaching forward and weakly trying to push
the animal away. But he growled, snapping at her fingers. Marianne sucked in a
terrified breath, jerking her fingers back and covering her throat protectively with her
hands. She was helpless before this monstrous attack on her pussy. Helplessly she
looked around the room. All she saw were the two boys standing a few feet away, their
arms crossed over their chests, their cocks stiff and rigid like spears while their eyes
were riveted on the revolting scene before them.
King pushed his strong shoulders between her knees.
"Come on, baby, raise them legs," Jack ordered.
With a sob Marianne did as she was told. Closing her eyes she let it happen. The
blonde sucked in her lower lip, biting down hard until she tasted blood. It was the only
way she could stand what was about to happen to her. Things like this happened only
in sick books and movies – or so she thought. In a way Marianne fooled herself into a
kind of dream sequence. This couldn't happen to her, it couldn't be going on right now.
And yet – and yet there was that hot, moist breath blowing through her crisp cuntal
curls. How could she ignore something so obvious as that? Marianne sobbed, moving
her snatch to one side. The animal grunted with excitement, lunging at the glistening,
tender surfaces of her outer labes.
"Ohhhh!" Marianne cried when she felt the cold, moist surface of King's nose touch her
hot cuntlips. The bristly fur surrounding his pointed snout tickled the sensitive pussy
membranes, making her flesh break out into goosebumps again. She could feel his
powerful body trembling with excitement as he nudged her snatch, backed away, then
pushed forward again.
In spite of herself the blonde felt her cunny growing tight, wet and warm. King, no fool
and no stranger to these matters, wagged his tail in triumph. He sensed and smelled the
girl's sexual excitement. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long nose
up and down against, the flooded slick folds of her snatch. Marianne could feel her hot
juices wetting down the fur around his snout. His black nostrils gleamed with it. His
pink tongue stuck out, lolling sloppily over her cunt, parting the hot, wet cleft, bathing
her clitty shaft again and again. Marianne shamelessly ground her thighs together. The
tickle she had felt with Joe was growing again – not as intense as before, but
nonetheless strong and inviting.
"No, bad dog, no," Marianne moaned weakly. The shepherd growled low in his throat
and braced his paws on the floor while he pressed up and in. The blonde teenager's
knees shook. One wet lick rubbed over her clitty and Marianne bit blood from her
bottom lip. Was she going to just let this happen? She hadn't even put up a fight. She
had just let the two boys tell her what to do and like a docile sheep she obeyed. And
now they were standing over her like two warlords, laughing at her and the big animal.
Their eyes glowed like two red-hot coals; their cocks jerked and twitched excitedly as
King lapped and licked at her spit-slicked pussy. A dog – oh God, what had happened
to her? She had heard of dirty jokes, but even those had offended her back at school.
Yet there she was, sprawled out on the living room floor with a big, stiff-cocked
German shepherd lapping up her cunny.
The dog pressed harder. Marianne shuddered again, feeling the cheeks of her ass tight
against the couch. She couldn't pull away, couldn't make him stop. The feeling was too
delicious. All the fight seemed to be oozing out of her, spilling from her hot,
wonderfully ticklish hole, the hole that beautiful dog was lapping at and... oh God, he
was concentrating on her clit again! Over and over his rough pink tongue lapped,
slicking down that super-sensitive spindle of flesh and sending hot and cold chills
through the twisting blonde.
"She sure looks like she's enjoyin' it," Billy commented, twisting his fingers around his
shorts, then finally dragging them down and stepping from them. He had had his dick
sticking straight out of the piss-flap, but then decided to completely free his cock and
balls.
"For someone who put up a fuss, she sure ain't hurtin' now," Jack said, laughing loudly
and wiping the drool from his thick lips with the back of his hand.
Marianne looked heavy-lidded at these two boys. They were hardly older than she was.
Yet they had forced her to commit these unspeakable acts with the dog. And they said
Los Angeles was perverted!
Marianne rolled her head over the couch cushion. Why did it all feel so wonderfully
destructive. His tongue explored higher and higher, tickling along the insides of her
thighs. She could feel that hot, wet feeling of his spittle, then the gentle cooling as the
air in the room evaporated the drool. And there was always that constant, beating
lapping against her clitty. He went over and over that piece of flesh until Marianne
thought she would go out of her mind. Occasionally she could hear King give out tiny
strangled grunts and growls, his muscular body shaking against the insides of her
thighs. She knew he was close to cumming that he would be spraying her ankles and
legs with his jizz. And yet something inside her told her it wouldn't be all that bad.
"God, fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!"
Marianne snapped temporarily out of her coma.
It was Jill, shrieking down the walls in the back bedroom. Jack and Billy turned around
in the direction of the hall and laughed loudly.
"FUCK 'er good, Frank!" Jack shouted.
"Whole Goddamned family's got' nothin' on their minds 'cept fuckin'," Billy said,
stroking his hot cock between his fingers.
The comment stung Marianne deeply. Yet she couldn't stop the feeling rising inside her
like an atom bomb. But revenge would have to come later.
"Oh God, GOD!" Marianne cried.
King was licking her around the belly, wetting down her navel and the bottom of her
rib cage. She slid from the couch and fell back on the floor. Forcing herself up on her
elbows she watched the big dog continue his coot-licking with terror and guilt. Her
coot ached from the tension that had been gathering like a thunder storm. Marianne
closed her eyes and tried to picture Joe in her mind. It was sinful, she knew, to be
thinking of things like that. But surely it was better to think of a man's cock than a
dog's!
Friction, just one surface rubbing against another, Marianne thought to herself. She
wriggled her thighs as that wonderful, clit-tingling tongue sloshed in and out of her
cuntal cleft. Her thighs and crotch were bathed, dripping in animal saliva. She could
feel her cuntal hair being plastered down by the action of that shepherd's muzzle.
Marianne found her body reacting to King more and more. She pushed her hips
forward. King whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side to side.
Marianne dragged her hands up to her 'tit ties and started squeezing the hard, red
nipples between her fingers. She felt the strength drain from her arms and the young
girl finally collapsed totally on the floor.
She rubbed her shoulders against the throw rug, wriggling her ass from left to right,
rocking her body like a ship tossed in a storm. If only she had something larger than
that tongue in her snatch! Only now did she realize how important it was for a woman
to have cockmeat rushing in and out of her pussy when her clit is stiff and hot. And
now King's tongue had peeled back her outer labes, slicking down her inner cuntlips
with his spittle. If only someone would fuck her.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck," the blonde teenager babbled. She closed her eyes and rolled her head
from side to side. Sweat plastered down her hair. Her nipples ached furiously.
And then King started the low growl in his throat again. His eyes grew narrow while
his ears went back. Marianne pushed her head up and saw the animal in this condition.
A thrill of terror shot through her body. He looked like a wolf about to spring onto her
and rip her throat out.
Instead he opened his mouth wide and pressed his front fangs gently into the white
flesh of her thigh. The sharp yet tickling cut of those teeth teasingly biting into, that
sensitive flesh drove Marianne wild. Marianne sucked in a ragged breath. King let go
for the flash of a second and bit higher on the thigh.
"Oh, oh, oh!" the blonde girl cried. The tickle in her snatch was worse. King was
becoming worse. He was almost maddened, aroused to sexual heights even the boys
hadn't seen him in. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long snout up
and down against her cuntal folds. She could see her own hot seeping cuntal juice
wetting down the bristly fur around his mouth. His muzzle was drenched with her
fluid.
"Oh God, God," she moaned, dropping back down to the rug. Marianne could feel her
body winding up for a powerful climax. Her cunt was growing tighter with the animal's
insistent licking. The girl pushed her right hand down her belly, running the fingers
over her cuntal mound. It felt wet with spit and her own juice. Then the dog ran his
tongue over her fingers and knuckles.
Marianne cried out, dragging her fingers up her belly, digging the nails into her flesh.
Oh God, it felt so wonderful, so lovely. Something like this couldn't be perverted. It
was too good. The pulsing itch in her snatch was about to be scratched. Her pussylips
were red and hot. Her clit burned furiously.
Rocking her hips slowly while King kept licking her off, the girl was bringing herself 
off to an explosive cum. The weight of her plump asscheeks added to the sensations
already racking her cunt. A damp sweat broke out on her upper lip. She felt that
familiar hot wetness under each jiggling titty and on top of her feet. She was cumming.
She could feel the spasms making her pussy wink shut, then fly open only to snap tight
again like a giant fleshy clam.
King realized what happened and whimpered loudly. He squatted down in front of the
girl, pressing down on his red knob with his hairy ass and rubbing his cock up to a
firing frenzy. As the knockout force of the first orgasmic spasm hit Marianne, she
realized something wet was spattering against her ankle. Instinctively she knew it was
King firing his jizz into the air, growling deep in her pussy, making those cumming
walls rumble with his grunts and whimpers while his cock blew out the thick doggie
jizz against her leg.
The fire stormed down her toes, up her belly, up to her tits, finally bursting into a
million brilliant lights in her head. The girl bucked and thrashed, thinking the world
would blow to pieces. But finally she came to her senses and realized the nightmare she
had accidentally stumbled into was far from over.


Chapter 5

Marianne held her hand against the side, of her head. She couldn't believe she had
actually cum with a dog. No, that was impossible! She was her mother's daughter – a
good girl. She was incapable of doing things like that. Only bad women did it. And yet
when she looked around the room she saw two naked young boys with stiff cocks, a
dog licking himself clean in one corner, and her leg splattered with something white,
sticky and thick.
A shudder of revulsion rippled through her body. She wished she could die.
"You did right fine with ol' King there," Jack said, his voice after several minutes.
Watching the blonde getting licked off like that – seeing such an innocent-looking
young girl like Marianne thrash and writhe on the floor while a big German shepherd
licked off her cunny startled him more than he thought it would. King had done this
before, and done it to girls he'd known. But Marianne struck him as a goody two-shoes.
He and Billy figured just to scare her. When they found she could play their game
better than they could, that revelation stunned the boy temporarily.
"Wonder how she'd do with that ol' knobber stuck in 'er?" Billy drawled out, smiling
suggestively at Marianne.
Through the fog still clouding 'her mind Marianne realized what they were talking
about. She was NOT going to let a dog fuck her! She would fight to the death to stop
something like that.
"But ol' King's too tired for anything like that right now," Jack said, turning to Billy
and winking while he stroked his hot cock with his right hand. "I've got somethin'
more better for her to do."
Marianne opened her eyes fully now. She saw Jack walking toward her, reaching down,
slipping his hands under her shoulders and jerking her up to the couch. She felt limp,
drained of strength and self-respect. All she wanted to do was to be left alone and think
of the terrible act she had committed.
But they wouldn't go away no matter how desperately she whined and pleaded for them
to do so.
"Don't think I wanna stick my dick up her pussy with all that dog spit in it," Jack said,
laying the girl on the couch and spreading her legs wide apart. He knelt in front of her,
his knees pushing her legs further from one another while he kept on stroking his
thick, long rod.
Something inside the girl snapped and she felt her body beginning to melt again. There
was that lush familiar hotness running down from her belly to the fat, swollen lips of
her cunt. Her clit and titty tips began to grow hard again. Against her will she started to
squeeze her powerful cuntal muscles together, milking the soft wet membranes in her
snatch against one another while she rocked her thighs slowly back and forth.
"Sheeeit!" Jack said, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. He couldn't believe
Marianne's reaction to him. "This girl's worse than her cousin. She's a regular sex
machine," the boy said, grinning widely, proud of his ability to bring the blonde around
to a sexual high so soon after her climax with King.
Marianne was off in another world again, ignoring his biting comments. Almost as if
driven by some demon she felt her hand go up and her fingers wrap around his fat
cock. Thick streams of cum oozed from the wide slit at the end of his dickhead, making
her palm slippery. As the hot, meaty cock throbbed another time, Marianne found
herself greedily squeezing it. Her hand jacked up and down, pulling the flexible outer
skin over the hard core.
"Yeah, oh yea. Yeah, baby," Jack said, his body swaying drunkenly back and forth on
the couch. His balls ached terribly while they screwed more tightly against his cockroot.
Billy watched enviously as the blonde worked his friend's cock with her slender fingers.
She looked so inviting lying on the couch – her right leg draped over the back while
the left hung over the front edge, her pussy spread open and waiting, her buttocks
pressed out around her jutting hipbones, her big titties jiggling together with every
move she and Jack made, her delicate face twisted up in an obscene mask of animal lust
– it all made Billy half mad with passion. He thought of running up to the couch and
knocking Jack off the girl, having her for himself. But he knew his buddy was stronger
than he was. Besides, Billy had an idea Marianne would still be hot for him even after
what she would do with his friend.
"I know you want that dick, baby. You can hardly wait to take that cock in your mouth,
right, babes?" Jack said thickly. He was off in his own world, talking filthily to
Marianne and enjoying the sound of his own obscene speech.
"No," she said simply, squeezing her thigh muscles together and rubbing her fleshy
outer labes against her rising ditty shaft. She wanted cock, alright, but in her pussy. The
slick clicking of her wet cuntal folds filled the room. Couldn't he hear it? Couldn't he
guess she needed something hot and stiff in her snatch? What was wrong with him?
"Oh yeah, yeah, you wanna suck on this here dick, and I'm gonna let ya," Jack
whispered. He bent forward, crawling up as high as he could on the couch. At the same
time the boy reached forward, cupping his right hand around the back of Marianne's
head and forcing her to raise her torso toward him.
"Don't. I've never done anything like this before," she protested, turning her face away
when she saw Jack rising in front of her.
"You kiddin'?" Jack said, laughing loudly while he stood in front of the sitting girl and
milked his cock inches before her lips. "You just got through gettin' licked off by a
fucking German shepherd and you worried about a little cocksuckin'?"
Marianne didn't have time to answer him. He pulled her forward. She felt his slippery
hot cockhead brush over her cheek. Marianne smelled the pungent odor of stale sweat
in his crotch. The male odor excited as much as frightened her. She had never been this
close to cocksucking before in her life.
"Oh come on, baby. Get them lips around that prong and suck."
The blonde teenager let out a soft moan as her face went forward. Her lips parted.
Jack's hands slid down her throat to her shoulders, pulling her toward him. Marianne
finally felt the head of his hot, hard cock brush against her lips.
"Open up," Jack ordered gruffly.
Marianne silently obeyed, slackening her lower jaw while Jack squeezed his hairless
asscheeks together and moved forward. Marianne felt his salty flesh brush over her
tongue. In an instant Jack's big cock filled her mouth. The thick cockmeat was dripping
with cum, mixing with her saliva and producing a kind of bleachy liquid that dribbled
down her throat. She sucked tentatively at the slipping meat, feeling it throb mightily
between her sunken cheeks.
"Oh yeah, give me some bead," Jack groaned, closing his eyes and digging his fingertips
into her skull.
Billy stood silently next to the couch, afraid to touch his cock with his fingers. He was
so close to cumming and didn't want to blow his wad into the air like King had earlier.
His eyes were glued onto Marianne's flushed face and her stretched lips wrapped tightly
around Jack's sliding dong.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Jack groaned again, setting his teeth on edge. He twisted his
hips back and forth, making his dick revolve around and around in the girl's mouth.
Marianne sucked harder now, her cheeks caving in from the suction. She was still afraid
to move her head and let Jack make all the motions. She felt strangely unexcited.
Maybe if she could touch herself without anyone seeing her. Somehow the young
teenager felt it would be unforgivably perverted for her to jack off while sucking a
man's dick.
"Lick it, suck that dick! Get, it good, baby. Get my meat, take it down your throat!"
Jack cried as he centered his cock in the middle of Marianne's mouth and slowly pulled
his cock out. He looked down, watching his red, throbbing meat slip out from between
her pouting lips until the bottom edge of his dickhead could be seen. Then he revolved
his hips around, reaming out her mouth, only to jam his cock back in again.
Marianne felt the fleshy head pushing back over her tongue, going further and further
toward the back of her mouth. Marianne took a deep breath and let lack push his cock
so far back that soon it was touching the back of her throat. The girl took a deep
breath, feeling herself choking as if someone had pushed a soft pillow over her nostrils.
She could feel his stiff, wiry crotch hairs brushing up against her nose and chin while
the big man's balls jiggled and bounced against her chin.
"Oh yeah, suck me off" the dark-haired boy cried. He was twisting his hips around
frantically now, his hands holding her tight against his crotch while he hunched his
meat into her.
Marianne began to warm to this kind of sex. She raised both hands and wrapped them
around his hips, pulling herself tight against him. She felt his strong leg muscles catch
her, flexing, relaxing, making the legs themselves rock back and forth until the blonde
teenager began to gasp for breath. Jack was moving as fast as he dared without
cumming. He could feel the hot cum packing down in his cockhead now. It would only
be a matter of seconds before he'd be shooting into the blonde's mouth.
"NNNNNNOOOO!" he cried, wrapping strands of Marianne's hair around his fingers
and pulling wildly at them. The girl cried out, almost biting down on the cock from
pain. But still she sucked, swirling her tongue around and around the sensitive groove
running along the underside of Jack's dick. That was all he needed. With one powerful
forward lunge the boy smashed his hairy crotch against Marianne's face and held it
there.
She felt his dick swell up, then start to throb rhythmically. At the same time Marianne
was aware of something hot, salty and pungent-tasting filling up her mouth. He was
pumping his load into her, filling up her mouth with his jizz while his legs trembled
from the force of his climax.
He rocked back and forth for almost a minute, shaking like a leaf until his balls had
emptied their hot load into Marianne.
"Whew!" Jack said, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. He staggered off
the couch, leaning heavily against Billy for support. Marianne swallowed the cum,
wiping her lips in embarrassment and falling down prone on the couch once more.
Now they would go away.
"Hey, man, you still got a hard-on, and that little broad's got the hots. Why you just
standin' aroun', boy?" Jack said, slapping his friend roughly ort the back.
Billy flushed red, looking down at the floor. His eyes traveled across to Marianne who
had rolled her head to one side and stared at him. She felt like an old whore, and yet
she was only eighteen. Only today did she lose her virginity. Under Billy's quiet, steady
gaze, she felt the shame and degradation she should have felt with Joe. Marianne
wanted to drop into a hole.
"You don't want her cunt, how about the old Hershey Bar expressway?" Jack said slyly.
"I, I don't know," Billy said, flushing redder.
"Come on," Jack insisted, moving back to the couch and slipping his hands under
Marianne. He rolled her over roughly until her belly and tits were pressed against the
scratchy material of the sofa cushions. Billy looked down at her asscheeks pinkish,
plump, riding high, jiggling from the rough move Jack just made. The curves of her
back muscles, her jutting shoulder blades, the small of her back followed by the
perfectly rounded features of her buttocks excited Billy beyond all restraint.
As if moved by some unnatural force the boy pushed Jack aside and climbed onto the
couch. Marianne twisted her head around to the right, first looking up at Jack, then
around her shoulder at Billy. She saw him kneeling between her spread legs, kneading
his dickmeat while staring at the tight little crack separating her globes.
"No one's ever...NO, don't!" she cried.
"No one's ever done a lot to you today, babes.
Today you learn," Jack sneered as Billy leaned forward and dragged his hot dick across
Marianne's' ass.


Chapter 6

Billy said little more that afternoon. Lubing his cockhead down with hot spittle, the boy
placed both hands on either side of Marianne's shoulders and pressed forward and
down.
"Oh God," the girl stammered, her teeth rattling as a sharp pain shot through her ass.
Billy was plowing into her tight hole mercilessly. The young blonde's fingers clawed at
the cushion while her eyelids closed tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling out
from under long blonde lashes and trickling over her cheeks.
Marianne pressed her palms against the sofa and tried to raise herself. The pain in her
ass was becoming awful. She could feel Billy wouldn't give in. He kept pressing his long
thin dick like a knife into her bowels while he sweated and grunted above her. Jack just
laughed at her predicament, saying filthy things about how a stuffed asshole would
make her cunny feel good in a little while.
"Oh, how could you? OHHH!" Marianne cried. She thought she could feel something
breaking inside her. It was only her sphincter relaxing finally and admitting the boy
fully into her ass. But she shrieked, certain he had split her apart.
But Billy wouldn't pullout. Instead he fell onto her, wrapping his arms around hers,
pinning her tightly between his hot body and the couch while he worked in the final
few inches. The boy's body shuddered as his prick forced Marianne's asshole into a
long, sausage-shaped tunnel to accommodate his sinking cock.
When he had completely buried his dick into the girl's ass, Billy stopped and rested.
Rivers of sweat trickled down his face, dripping onto the back of Marianne's neck. The
girl broke into quiet sobs, rubbing her flushed face against the couch. How could all
this be happening to her in one day? Oh God, the humiliation of it all! Everything
perverted in the world seemed to be crashing down on her head in a few hours. She
was wallowing in a sea of filth and horror when only a few hours earlier she had
awakened innocent and pure that morning, sure nothing unusual would happen in
what remained of her dreary, boring vacation from Los Angeles.
"Ahhh!" the girl cried in pain. She felt Billy pull his cock out of her ass, then shove it
back in. It felt as if he were drawing out her organs with it. Automatically Marianne
raised her ass off the couch.
Taking advantage of this new position Billy moved his right hand around until it had
slipped between the girl's thighs. He felt her hairy crotch with the back of his wrist.
Turning his hand around the young boy started playing with Marianne's outer labes.
The response was electric and immediate. She shuddered, snapping her legs together
and milking that hand with her thighs and cunny walls. All the pent-up emotion since
that dog-lapping broke free. Now she felt a wet of callused fingers stroking her labes,
peeling the outer lips back, tracing lightly along the sensitive membranes between her
inner and outer labia.
Oh God, it felt so deliciously wicked and good to have someone doing that to her. Jack
was right. Having a cock up her ass actually seemed to be stimulating her clitty. And
when Billy moved his fingers up to that sputtering sex spindle and started stroking its
slick, hot sides, Marianne thought she was going to piss on the couch from excitement.
Billy's flesh sang with lust. He felt his throat and mouth growing dry while a wet glow
enveloped him. His cockhead seemed to balloon up inside the girl's asshole. Marianne
wriggled her ass shamelessly, squeezing the sphincter together to trap Billy's sliding
dick, then releasing it. She was using her ass as if it were a cunt and Billy knew it. He
rubbed her clit, creasing it with the edge of his ragged thumbnail. Marianne cried out,
jerking forward and. banging her forehead against the wooden armrest. She was
cumming – not a powerful, all-encompassing one like she bad with Joe, but a cum
nonetheless.
She thrashed and jerked like a speared fish, her fingers clawing at the cushion material.
Strange, half strangled sobs were torn from her throat. She felt her nipples tweaking
and sputtering while she heard Billy crying out something unintelligible behind her.
Her ass was blowing up, filling with his jizz. She felt his fingers clawing at her thighs,
digging and tearing at her sensitive skin. Oh God, when would it all be over?
"Hey, man, you really fucked the shit out of her this time," Jack said admiringly as Billy
yanked his flaccid prong out of Marianne's violated bung. The girl collapsed on the
couch, turning her head from the boys and sobbing more freely.
"Hey, baby, no need to take it that bad. Your cousin Jill said you'd probably piss and
moan aroun' a lot. But what the hell, you had to learn sometime," Jack said, shrugging
at Billy when Marianne's moans turned into loud wails. .
"Hey, what the hell's going on in here?" a tall, dark-haired girl asked. She stood in the
doorway, strands of hair hanging over her pretty face.
"Your cousin, Jill..." Jack said, pointing down at the shaking blonde who still lay with
her head buried in the sofa cushions. The brunette raised her eyebrows and stepped
forward, peering down onto the couch. She saw the blonde in a fetal position her arms
covering her face. Marianne knew Jill was there but couldn't look at her. She didn't
know if she hated the girl or was too ashamed to look at her.
"So, you two had your fun, hm?" Jill said wryly after she had assessed the situation.
"Hey, man, we were only doin' what you told us..." Jack started defensively.
"I thought we were gonna wait until I was there. I thought it'd be fun to fool around
with her. But if she put up too much of a fuss, I'd say let it alone. What'd you two do
with her?" Jill asked, drawing the kimono she was wearing more tightly around her
well-endowed body and moving around the couch. She sat at one end, raising one hand
and laying it gently on Marianne's right leg. The blonde stiffened her body, then
relaxed when she realized it was Jill and not one of the others come again to humiliate
her sexually.
Jack answered Jill's question briefly, telling her about the dog, about Marianne's
sucking his cock, and finally about Billy's ass-plowing of the young blonde teenager. Jill
listened quietly, tilting her head to one side until Jack stopped talking.
"You bastards!" she said quietly, stroking Marianne's leg consolingly and rolling her
eyes up at both Jack and Billy. "You should know a girl can't take all that at once and
yet you had at her, didn't you?"
Jack and Billy wrinkled their foreheads under Jill's heated stare.
"I could have you both thrown out of our club for this. There wouldn't be a pussy left
in the country left for you, and you'd both be back to sheep and cows!"
"But..." Jack protested. Billy was standing with his head hanging down.
"If only your brains were as big as your cocks we wouldn't have this kind of trouble,"
Jill said nastily. Her face was flushing red. Behind her Frank walked' in wearing only a
pair of cotton shorts. A big, fat bulge between his legs showed he had by far the biggest
cock in the room at that moment.
"Hey, what's happening?" the boy asked, stopping dead in his tracks at Jill's final
words. The young brunette turned around and told him everything.
"She's right. You practically raped her," Frank said, shaking his head. "We do lots of
things, but not that – not unless the girl wants it. Jill, we're gonna get together and
vote on this."
"Hey, she LIKES it, man! I mean, she was diggin' it," Jack said, his face showing the
worry he felt.
Billy's eyes were pained as they rolled from Frank to Jill to Marianne. The blonde had
by this time pulled her head out and was looking curiously at everyone. What was this
club they were talking about? It sounded as if Jack were really worried about losing his
position in it. But what was it all about? Sex, most likely, judging from her cousin Jill
and from what happened here.
"Just get the hell out of here," Jill said, pointing to the door. "Get your clothes on, take
your mutt with you and get out. We'll call you when we meet. It'll probably be
sometime today," Jill said. There was a note of determination and finality that told
everyone there she had made her decision and nothing would swerve her from it.
"Okay, okay, but you'd better watch it," Jack said, bending down and fishing in the pile
of clothes for his Levi's. "I ain't done nothin' that you ain't done before."
Jill said nothing, still holding onto Marianne. She watched the two boys dress quickly,
then flash a look of concern and anger at her and her cousin before storming out of the
living room into the hot afternoon air.
"You want me to go, too, babe?" Frank asked uneasily from the doorway.
"I think I'd better talk with Marianne and tell her a few things about what we're doing
around here," Jill said, turning her head around and smiling at the tall, dark-haired boy.
Marianne rolled her eyes up and saw the young man as he turned to walk back into the
living room. He was almost like Joe – a younger version of the big, muscular ranch
hand. Joe. Her mind went back to what happened that afternoon in the truck. If only
she could see him again. There was something warm and soft about him even though
he pushed his cockmeat through her pussy like a glowing iron rod through a tub of
butter. The young blonde sighed deeply, then curled her legs protectively up and
pressed her knees against her titties.
"You said you'd explain this to me," Marianne said, feeling amazed she could talk so
objectively to Jill, especially after what had happened to her on the couch. But
Marianne had a core of iron in her personality, a will that refused to stay trampled in
the mud for long. She wanted to know more about her cousin's life. The fucking and
sucking she had heard before. But what about this club?
There seemed to be something almost sinister about it. She scooted up the couch to
make more room for Jill, folding her hands around her knees and studying the young
brunette.
"There's not that much to it. Oh, Mom and Daddy don't know about it. I think they've
got their own club, but I don't know. In any case, it's just a thing me and a couple of
the kids at school got together a couple of years ago."
"What do you do?" Marianne asked. Suddenly she felt incredibly stupid when Jill
turned her head and smiled cynically at her.
"What do you think? What you saw here this afternoon," Jill said, leaning back against
the couch and crossing one leg over the other. With her gown half open and that
heavy-lidded stare of hers, Jill reminded Marianne of a madam of a whorehouse.
"You mean what happened to me..." Marianne asked wide-eyed.
"Oh honey, listen," Jill began, reaching out and placing a hand on the blonde's knee.
"Billy and Jack knew they weren't supposed to touch you – at least that way. Sure, I
was going to play around with you a bit tonight to see if you were material for the club.
It would've been fun – gotta be better than watchin' all that television you've been
doing."
Silently Marianne agreed.
"But if you didn't buy it, well, we'd have knocked everything off. Our club doesn't try
to force people into doing what they refuse to," Jill said, musing her eyebrows and
rolling her eyes over to the closed screen door. "As for those two bozos, they jumped
the gun. They knew the rules and broke 'em. I think we're gonna throw them out of
the club anyway. They've been acting freaky almost killed a girl from Waco the other
week with their S and M trip."
"S and M? My God, Jill, they're almost my age into something like that?" Marianne
cried in disbelief...
"I wasn't sure you'd even know what it was. Sure, lots of kids are around here," Jill said
off handedly.
"But, but..."
"I know. You think we're nothing but a bunch of hicks. Let me tell you, babe," Jill said,
leaning forward confidentially. "There's a lot more going on here than in most of your
streets in LA. People don't have much to do for entertainment, so they make do with
what they've got their cunts and cocks. You gotta admit, it beats the hell out of
Disneyland."
Marianne shook her head, her eyes finally having been opened to what had been going
on around her.
"Now you take a good long hot bath. You need it, especially after those freaks. I'm
going to call an emergency meeting. Don't worry, we won't be here," Jill added nastily
when she saw Marianne about to make an objection. The young blonde wasn't sure if
she could take looking at all those people so soon after her rape.
The afternoon passed quickly. Marianne relaxed in a tub full of warm suds, her mind
whirling around and around. She thought of how she'd first found Jill – sprawled out
on that bed like an impaled insect with that boy Frank chewing out her pussy. And
then Billy and Jack forced her into the living room, stripping her, then making her get
licked off by that – that animal. Goosebumps broke out over Marianne's flesh when she
thought of just how aroused she'd become under King's tonguing. All the soap in the
bathroom wasn't enough to clean her skin, Marianne felt.
She had just finished toweling herself off when the phone rang. Wrapping a terrycloth
robe tightly around her waist, the young blonde ran bare footed through the big house
to the living room phone.
"Marianne? Jill. Listen, honey, I haven't much time.. We're going to have a few – uh,
games before I get home. We threw out Billy and Jack, and all the kids want to say
they're real sorry something like that happened – Frank, get your hand out!"
Marianne heard her cousin cover up the receiver and talk angrily to someone, then
return to her.
"So lock the doors, baby. The guys are really pissed. I'll be home later this evening. Bye
for now."
Marianne didn't need further coaxing. If the sex club meant that much to everyone
around here, getting thrown out of it would be the same as getting your balls sliced
away. The girl wasted no time. Still in the bathrobe, Marianne ran from window to
window, closing them and finally locking both doors. She settled down on the couch,
flicked on a lamp and started reading a magazine.
Thoughts of what had happened to her with Jack and the dog drifted in and out of her
consciousness. But she tried to concentrate on the story she was reading, and on Joe.
How could she find out what ranch he worked at? He hadn't even given her his last
name! Engrossed in her thoughts, the blonde did not hear the sound of a truck pulling
up to the rear of the house.


Chapter 7

Marianne had just finished a short story in the magazine when she heard something in
the kitchen.
"Jill?" she asked nervously, putting the magazine down on the coffee table and pulling
her robe more tightly around her tits. The droning sound of the air-conditioning was
the only thing answering her.
"Jill?" she called out again. Marianne felt her scalp crawl. What if someone had broken
in? Marianne glanced outside. How the time had passed! It was already growing dark.
Feeling panic grip her heart like a cold claw, she reached over the armrest for the
phone.
Call the police, she thought to herself, pulling the receiver to her ear and beginning to
dial the operator. It was then she realized someone had cut the wires!
"Oh God," she said softly, putting the receiver gently back into its cradle and starting to
get up from the couch. There was a distinct shuffling, dragging sound coming from the
darkened kitchen. Marianne stood up full, clutching the halves of her robe together and
backing across the large living room to the locked door. She was trapped if she stayed
inside. Marianne knew she had to get out of that house – just to run down the road,
scream for help, hide in the brush anything but stay here and remain an easy target for
whomever was prowling about in the kitchen.
Just as she placed her hand on the doorknob and was about to flick the latch open, the
blonde saw a shape move through the darkness in the hallway into the dimly lit space
between her and the lamp on the end table. She recognized him immediately. It was
Jack.
"Don't try anything, baby," he said steadily.
His appearance in the living room had shaken her so much the young blonde girl was
unable to move. That instant of hesitation cost Marianne a lot that evening. Jack leaped
over the couch, grabbing her tightly by the shoulders and shaking her back and forth.
"Little Miss Proper, she had to go and fink to her cousin – tell her everything. Now I've
got nothin', you understand? You go back to LA and have a lot of fun with your
friends, tellin' them about how hickey we are. But I've got nothin'!" Jack shouted. His
voice had grown louder and angrier as he went on while his face grew red and
contorted with hatred. Marianne thought he was going to kill her on the spot. Surely
that would be better than any of the things he might have planned for her. Just as he
raised his hand above her head the blonde teenager remembered what Jill had told her
of Jack's S & M tendencies. Now she could see them in all their horrifying splendor.
"Goddamned bitch!" Jack cried, bringing down his opened hand across her cheek. The
force of the blow knocked Marianne backward toward the couch. Her head snapped to
one side while her long hair flew across her face. The girl flailed her arms wildly for
balance, her feet tripping one behind the other as she sailed helplessly halfway across
the room.
"Ohhh!" she cried, wheeling around and crashing to the floor just short of the couch.
Marianne looked through the fine network of her hair that had fallen in front of her
face. Her cheek felt numb from the blow. Her legs were sprawled out in front of her
while her robe had been torn open by Jack's powerful slap. Quickly the young blonde
yanked the robe together, hiding her titties and cunny. Why she did so she didn't
know. God only knows Jack had seen enough of her earlier.
"Billy. Come here," Jack called.
Marianne turned her head, brushing the hair from her eyes. The younger boy walked
into the living room wearing only a pair of short cutoff jeans. Behind him trotted King.
A shiver of revulsion and fear rippled over Marianne's flesh as she watched the big
shepherd trot merrily about the living room, sniffling familiarly at the furniture, then
turning around and looking at Marianne.
"Too bad you had to act the way you did," Jack said, reaching in his rear pocket for
something.
Marianne watched him like a hawk while he pulled out a long leather case. Something
was inside. In an instant Marianne saw it was a long, sharp hunting knife!
"What are you going to do with than" she asked, her eyes bugging out while her scalp
crinkled with terror. The girl felt her blood turn to ice when Jack dropped the case and
started walking toward her with the blade pointed at her throat. He stopped just in
front of her, bending down and moving the knife forward until the sharp, gleaming
blade pressed against her jugular vein. Marianne didn't dare move. She breathed in.
shallow gulps, her heart pounding wildly with fear. The cold of the blade invaded every
recess of her body.
"Lay back," Jack said evenly, moving the blade down, pushing aside the robe with its
sharp hooked silver tip and leaving tiny red scrape marks where the knife had peeled
away the outer layer of skin.
Marianne did as she was told, her eyes riveted on the knife as she shrugged off the robe,
then lay down on the carpet.
Jack told Billy to hold onto her arms. The big dog trotted over to the threesome and
peered down curiously at the young girl. His long, pink, tongue hung loosely from one
comer of his mouth while his bushy tail wagged back and forth slowly. Marianne could
feel his hot breath blowing against her forehead.
"First, something to warm you up," Jack said, putting the knife down and reaching into
his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, lit it, then blew a smoke
ring into Marianne's face. She coughed, turning her face and fighting for breath. Jack
took another long drag, then lowered the glowing head of the cigarette toward
Marianne's thigh.
Marianne shrank from the heat, pulling at her arms. She thought Billy would be less of
a threat. Rolling her eyes up to the younger boy Marianne looked pleadingly at him.
Yet she found no mercy there. Being thrown out of the club – Jill's precious, damned
club – had turned him into a vengeful animal. Desperately Marianne tugged at her
arms, pulling them wildly, trying to break away from the two boys who had her pinned
to the floor. She started to kick her legs at Jack.
"Baby, you see this?" he said, putting the cigarette in his mouth and picking up the
hunting knife once more. He traced its sharp tip across the lower calf of her right leg.
Marianne raised her head and looked at what he was doing, shuddering from the touch
of that weapon. Quickly she nodded her head up and down. "Well, if you don't want to
wind up on a butcher's block, you'll keep still."
Marianne cried out, then dropped again to the floor. She felt hot tears well up in her
eyes. What could she do? If she tried to fight they'd cut her up like a piece of beef. If
she lay here quietly, they would burn her with the cigarette – and perhaps something
worse.
"Better," Jack said, putting the knife down and taking out his cigarette once more.
Marianne smelled the sharp aroma of the tobacco. Even a few inches away from the
stretched tendon of her inner thigh, the glowing red tip made her skin turn a dark
pink. She twisted slowly in Billy's tight grip. A little sob escaped her lips. She bit down
hard, closing her eyes and making a silent vow she would not cry out no matter what
they did to her.
"She's gonna be a martyr," Billy commented, looking down at her pinched face as the
cigarette hovered an inch above the girl's flesh.
"We'll see," Jack said dryly. His eyes glittered devilishly. He dropped the cigarette onto
her thigh, dragging it along the line of her tight tendon.
Marianne strained to be silent. Drops of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her face
twitched, revealing the agony she was experiencing. Her body stiffened, convulsing with
pain.
Can't scream, can't scream! Marianne cried silently to herself. She felt the line of pain
moving closer to her pussy. With a sharp, whispering crackle, the first few curly blonde
hairs on her outer labes burned. The smell of burning hair combined with the smell of
tobacco. And then there came the nauseating reek of burning flesh.
Marianne prayed God would destroy these two horrible boys. The pain was too horrible
for her to endure. It was as if someone had dumped a hundred blazing pieces of wood
onto her lap. Then she could not stop from crying .out. With a tearing pain in her
throat, the breath went out in a long, high shriek.
"Christ!" Jack said, pleased with his triumph. He took the cigarette away as Marianne
felt her tears flow.
"Nothing wrong with a little pain now and then," Jack said, chuckling as he took a drag
from his cigarette, then pretended he was about to put it out in her cunny. Marianne
cried out again, her legs jerking shut while she scooted up quickly against Billy.
"No, don't ,worry, baby. We're not gonna do anything to that precious cunny of yours
at least right now," Jack said. "Turn over now."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked. Marianne twisted around, afraid to
disobey Jack's orders. She raised one hip, looking across her shoulder at him.
"Just do what I say and nothin' bad's gonna happen," he said calmly. His tone of voice
was falsely reassuring. Marianne knew that. Still, what could she do?
Quickly the blonde rolled onto her stomach. Her muscles trembled with terror.
Glancing at Billy for a second, Marianne refused to turn around and look at Jack again.
She tried closing her eyes, tried to think of Joe, of Jill, of anything that would blot out
the horror of what she was sure would destroy her. But it was impossible.
Jack looked down at the trembling girl. She was almost a woman. He licked his lower
lip, surveying the firm, round swell of her young asscheeks. The quivering in her
muscles made the smooth white globes move, tightening and relaxing in their tension.
Then, in a surprise both to Marianne and Jack, her snatch sucked in air, winking open
in an uncontrollable spasm while the knife traced the outer line of her left cuntlip. She
bit down on her lower lip again, her face twisting into a mask of concentration. Her
forehead wrinkled.
Then the knife was gone. Marianne let her breath out. A rush of warm relief washed
over her grateful body. She felt the stiffened tips of her titties touch the rug.
Then suddenly there was a shocking chill freezing the center of her pussy. The flat of
the blade pressed against the wet slit from her clitty down to the bottom V of her
snatch lips.
Marianne's pussy snapped shut on emptiness. The razor-sharp edges of the hunting
knife bit into her cuntlips.
Jack knew what he was doing, carefully rocking the knife down, pressing the tip harder
against her clit. Marianne gasped. The pressure on her half-erect sex spindle made her
snatch jump and twitch as if wired electrically. Her back arched.
"You bet, baby. You got us out of the club. Now we're gonna show you just what we
did to get in," Jack said. His breath was coming in shallow pants. His cock was pressing
hard against the material of his jeans. But he kept it zipped inside, preferring to tease it
while he traced the blade of his knife around Marianne's twat.
The repeating touch and chill of the blade sent streamers of strange excitement through
the terrified girl. She slowly became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her
cuntlips. The stinging cuntjuice dribbled across those cuts, making her clit swell up
bigger and bigger. Marianne began to find a hotter, more intense lust radiating out
from her crotch with this kind of carnal abuse. She fought with herself, but was less
successful than when she was being licked to a cum by the dog.
Her pulse raced crazily. She opened her eyes, turned her head and saw Jack hovering
over her.
"Ahhh!" Marianne cried out. The top of the knife had cut into her clit-folds. The
searing pain she felt had mixed with the throbbing pleasure pulsing through her cunt.
It had become inseparable, making her wonder if she were turning into a masochist.
"You're real hot, baby. This little ol' blade's turnin' you into a regular cuntjuice factory.
Sheeit, she's gonna rust it out with her fuckin' juice," Jack taunted, rubbing the knife
up and down and cutting deeper into Marianne's pussy. Yet he was careful not to slice
deeply. The cuts were superficial and quite often only scrapes against the tender
membranes.
But to Marianne they were slashes into her pussy. Her sliced cuntlips were on fire. The
constant oozing of cuntal fluid across and, into the cunts was like salt rubbed into an
open sore.
"Stop, oh God, you'll tear me apart!" Her words excited her more. The fiery sting in her
cuntlips and the fear of Jack's knife excited her to an animal frenzy. Her hips started to
move. Jack dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her
cuntmouth. Marianne shoved her ass back at the young man. Then Jack let the tip of
the knife slip around the rim of her cunt. Oh God, where would it all end?
Jack breathed hard. His deep, shuddering breaths seemed to fill the room. Billy stayed
at the girl's head, his hands clamped down hard on Marianne's arms while he looked
curiously at his friend and wondered what was next.
"Get up on your knees," Jack said softly. Marianne wanted to fly out the door. Slowly
she brought her knees up, raising her buttocks in the air. The wet, sticky cuntal cleft
was brought into view, completely naked and unprotected in front of Jack's quivering
eyes. The young blonde closed her eyes in shame and horror.
Suddenly Marianne felt something cold-like an icy finger-slip across one asscheek. She
trembled, knowing full" well Jack was playing again with his dagger. The curve it
followed went from the outside, up to her waist, then slowly down to the sensitive flesh
where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased gradually as that sharp point slid
closer to her cunny. Marianne wanted to cry. Her lungs felt as if they would burst. Her
heart was beating like a triphammer. At any second, whether by accident or intent, Jack
could slice into her flesh with that blade. With that in mind Marianne didn't dare
move. The slightest wrong motion might put the knife's tip through her skin.


Chapter 8

When Marianne thought she couldn't take any more with the knife Jack dropped the
weapon to the floor. What was he going to do now, fuck her in the cunt, the way he
had cut it up? And yet there was an unspeakably hot fire burning inside her that only a
cock could put out. She was ashamed to admit such a lewd, filthy thought like that to
herself. But nonetheless, it was true.
"Come on, King, we're gonna help out the little lady."
The words bit into Marianne's consciousness. She had almost forgotten about the
animal. Her head snapped around and she found herself looking eye to eye at the big
dog. His large brown eyes danced merrily in his head while his furry body panted with
excitement. His toenails scratched across the wooden section of the living room floor
when he trotted up to her.
Without any ceremony the dog went to work immediately on Marianne's cunt. The
young woman cried out, raising her hands and twisting them around in her long hair.
She sobbed and groaned while King stuck his nose under her hot cuntal mound. His
spittle stung the open cuts made by Jack's knife. She wormed her way several feet across
the floor, stopped by Billy's unmoving legs. She twisted her head around and looked up
pleadingly at him. But she saw she would get no help from the young boy.
The dog was whining, wiggling his strong, furry body around and around, his feet
nervously prancing behind Marianne while he tried to work more of his snout into her
sore snatch.
"Ohh, don't! He's hurting me!" she cried, tearing at her hair. Saliva drooled out from
the comers of her mouth as the young blonde tried to escape from the animal's sexual
attack.
But it was impossible. The boys held her down while King assailed her with his licking
tongue and probing nose. That first touch of his tongue had made her stomach turn in
fear. She remembered what King had done to her in the room before – with Jack and
Billy taunting her all the while. Now that unnamed fear crept through her like a fog.
And yet she wasn't screaming or trying to push him away.
"Oh, oh, my God!" Unbelievably she was actually opening her sliced pussy to him. Her
knees pushed out far apart while her ass was tilted up at a steeper angle. Marianne
rolled her hips
forward, then backward, enjoying the subtle friction against her clitty that movement
made. Her titties ached from the growing excitement burning in her body.
She wished suddenly someone would tear the aroused nipples off her jugs.
And then she felt his tongue slopping over the tender inner skin of her thigh, soothing
down the sore burned area where Jack had pressed his cigarette. Each lick brought
floods of juice from her cunt. But now that liquid didn't seem to burn the cuts made by
the knife. It was a lovely feeling, her knees spread as far apart as they could go.
Marianne tipped her ass up, rubbing her cuntal walls together while she rocked from
side to side.
King growled in approval. He nuzzled his black nose between her puffy cuntlips almost
tenderly. That was a change from the way she had been treated by the boys. In a flash
of mindsplintering realization, Marianne knew King was tasting her, savoring all the
flavor of her flowing juices. She shuddered, dropping her hands from her hair and
clawing at the carpet with her fingertips like some digging animal. She shuddered with
the consuming sexual fever King had released in her. She could feel his hot wet breath
tickling over her cuntal hair as he drenched her pussy over and over again.
"God, oh God," Marianne moaned, burying her face in her arms while she continued to
rock her body back and forth. Her titties ached so. If only she could touch them
without the boys seeing her and really knowing just how hot that dog was making her!
Her flesh crawled with excitement. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Oh, if he
would only make her cum this way. If she could cum with all those slits in her clitty
and cuntlips she knew it would be the climax of a lifetime.
The hunger of her snatch seemed to force everything out of her mind except the desire
of making that aching pleasure more intense. She was completely possessed by that
need. King sensed her need and whimpered excitedly through his nose. He moved
upward, bathing the bottoms of her asscheeks with his saliva. Then he moved higher,
bathing her asshole with his spittle.
Marianne cried out, drawing her knees together. She wanted to trap the big dog's head
between her legs, to hold it there while he kept on bathing her clitty with his spittle.
She felt so wet down there. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt, it all felt so wet
and wonderful with King's kind, gentle ministerings of his tongue and snout. If only it
would last forever.
"Oh, nooo..." Marianne felt the pink tongue drive up and down her cuntal cleft. It was
so shamelessly good. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction and the burning
of the saliva and cuntjuice into her cuts. Every tiny hollow of her pussy seemed peeled
back now, exposed completely to the big dog's lapping. Marianne gasped and babbled
to the big dog as he lapped more furiously at the big, red gaping hole in front of him.
Her hands worked like tiny animals across the floor. Her face was flushed and pinched
with lust. Nothing, it seemed would distract the girl from working herself up into a
powerful orgasm.
"Ummmmm," Marianne moaned in abandon. The stiff tickle of the shepherd's coat
against her heels and calves sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Drool leaked
more freely from the corners of her mouth. She swayed her ass up and back, up and
back, going faster and faster, twisting from side to side so King's teeth brushed against
one cuntlip, and then the other. She hunched down, trying to get him to lick her clitty
again.
Marianne felt her cuntal walls spasm. She could feel the cramping muscles trying to
grab the dog's black snout. She was quivering on the edge of her climax. The big
muscles in her belly and ass pulled tight. She spread her knees apart once more as the
fire burned out of control in her pussy. Just a few more laps across her clitty and she
would be sailing off the ground.
"Oh, OH!" Marianne cried.
The dog gave a little yip, then nuzzled again between her buttery cuntlips. She felt her
snatch tighten up for the big, forceful cum. It would knock her to the floor.
"Hey, easy boy. Don't wanna lick her up this way too long," Jack said, just as Marianne
felt herself pitching over the edge. The frustration at not cumming when so close made
her curl up her fingers into two tight fists and beat them hard on the floor.
"Don't worry, baby. We ain't gonna leave you hangin'," Jack said, holding the growling,
straining dog down for a second, then raising his front paws and letting him stagger
forward.
"Uhhhhh!" Marianne cried out under the sudden furry, hot weight on her back. King
was on top of her! That realization startled and terrified her. To be licked off was one
thing – but THIS?
And yet her heated cunny had gone too far for her to stop. As revolted and terrified as
Marianne was, the young blonde teenager knelt quietly, holding her breath and waiting
for the dog to make the first move.
At first King was as confused as she was. He lay sprawled on top of the girl's hunching
back, his paws dangling over the sides while his head rested flatly against the back of
her neck. His hind legs were pressed against Marianne's thighs, while his tail curled
down between his legs in fear and surprise.
Gradually, however, he realized where he was and what was expected of him. His
pointed ears flattened back and he raised his head, pushing his paws around the girl's
sagging belly and holding onto her tightly. Marianne felt this growing determination in
the dog and sucked in a terrified deep breath. She could feel something slick and hot
rubbing against her right inner thigh. It was his doggie cock. She'd seen it the last time
long, knobby, pointed, looking like a red funnel, dripping cum from its sharp end. And
now it was fully unsheathed, rubbing against her bare leg, ready to slice into her cunny
at any moment. That thought sickened her. Marianne grabbed her stomach and fought
for control. She thought she was going to vomit.
"Please, don't make him... oh God, please don't let him... fuck me," Marianne groaned,
hating herself for saying that horrible word in connection with King. The only response
she got from Jack and Billy was a rain of laughter. They told her how good she looked
crouched there on the floor with her big tittles dragging across the rug. Marianne
sobbed with indignation, her eyes red and sore while her fingers dug into the pile of the
carpet. Her skin crinkled with revulsion when she felt King's hot breath blow through
the stray hairs on the back of her neck. His fur tickled her back, while the claws on his
forepaws were leaving long red streaks along her belly.
"Oh, OH!" Marianne sobbed out, feeling the mixture of terror, rage and humiliation
boil to an explosive heat inside her. She shuddered when she felt his thick, hot wet
tongue slosh across her neck, sliding down occasionally to the flesh between her jutting
shoulder blades. King growled and snapped threateningly close to the back of her head
while he tried to steady himself on top of the groaning blonde teenager.
Marianne shook her head back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping across the
back of her hand. She crawled forward a few inches on her elbows, trying to get away
from the growling shepherd. King's growls were turning into excited, nervous little
whines. He started jerking his tiny ass back and forth, jabbing his pointed prick-tip
against the bottom of her asscrack. Marianne cried out again, closing her eyes and
sucking in a wet breath. That slippery cockhead was edging its way closer and closer
toward her cunthole.
Jack and Billy continued to taunt the sobbing girl. Marianne now felt the shepherd's
cock slapping against the bottom of her asscheeks. He wasn't fucking her yet. But the
idea of a dog sitting on top of her getting ready to stick that boner in her body made
the girl nearly shriek with horror.
King soon tired of his foreplay. His thick cock jerked up regularly now, pressing against
the dog's soft underbelly when it wasn't sliding over Marianne's thighs. His body
trembled; his head flattened down atop Marianne's neck; his hindlegs moved in quick,
jerky movements while he prepared for his initial entry. Marianne realized what was
about to happen and braced herself for the animal fuck.
"Oh! OH! OOHHHHH!" she cried, her eyes bulging out and her face turning redder
than before. King's pointed dickhead stabbed the blonde's outer labes. Marianne drew
her head into her shoulders, sobbing through her nose. The skin across her flushed face
pulled tight. Her toes and fingers curled defensively. Strangely enough Marianne found
herself thinking about her mother and father – her home in Los Angeles – just before
the big dog fucked her.
And then the girl felt the shepherd's prong unstick her lips and start sinking into her
crack. Marianne grunted, her belly jerking and tightening while her stomach was
turned over by a series of dry heaves. Her lower jaw slackened, letting hoarse, choking
sobs escape from her mouth. Marianne clawed desperately at the carpet. She felt as if
she would go mad on the spot while that filthy animal's cock sliced into her body.
Flashes of a strange kind of heat swept over her body and face. Marianne wanted to
scream; to jerk up, push the animal off her and attack the two boys who had forced her
to commit this act of incredible filth and degradation.
Yet she did nothing except meekly submit to this humiliating fuck. Her eyes rolled up
into her head. Her breathing became rapid and shallow until the girl found it difficult
to hold any oxygen in her lungs.
"Uhhhh!" Marianne cried. She could feel something warm dribbling out of King's
embedded dick and wash against the sides of her pussy walls. Only the first inch was
buried inside her cunt. But Marianne was groaning and sobbing as if the dog had stuck
his full knotted cock into her.
More dick went in. She felt the slippery, wet bumps on his prong slip past her outer
cuntlips, plopping into her snatch while the shepherd grunted and growled with his
animal lust.
Moving his head until it draped over the blonde's right shoulder, King pushed his legs
a little further up, hunching his hindquarters forward and pushing more inches of his
doggie cockmeat into the girl. Marianne gritted her teeth together, nearly breaking
them from the pressure. She let out a choked hysterical laugh, then stopped and began
crying wildly.
Oh God, was it always this hard to take a dog's cock? It seemed a thousand times worse
than fucking with a man. Her body seemed to be coming apart, splitting under the
spreading pressure of that digging cuntspreader. Her chest ached from the muscle
tension; her belly sagged, tightened, then sagged again. The girl's titties dragged
painfully across the carpet. Marianne felt wildly degenerate. If only that horrible dog
would finish his job and climb off her back.
"Oh God, no, please! Please, please help me! Why is this happening to me? Oh dear
God, dear God, don't let him fuck me! Oh no/' she sobbed hysterically, sometimes
loud, sometimes just to herself.
But no God came to answer Marianne's tearful prayer. King jerked his haunches
forward, burying the last bit of doggie cock into her. She grunted, feeling the big red
knob just in front of the animal's thick root bang against her pussy. He was trying to
work that thick thing into her. King began fucking her with quick, short thrusts.
"Uh, uh, uh," Marianne grunted with each banging forward fuck. Her big titties swung
back and forth, bouncing together while spittle rolled out from the shepherd's mouth
and dripped down onto her shoulders. He was driving that big knot against her snatch
until the air was filled with a loud, squishing sound. Marianne's body swayed, stiffened
and trembled. The girl swore she could feel King's cockhead pressing against the
bottom of her pussy.
"Look at her eat it up. Sheeit, she looks more excited with him than she was with us,"
Jack commented wryly. Billy nodded his head, fascinated by the scene in front of him.
But Marianne's consciousness of the two boys ended some time ago. She just groaned
and sobbed, blocking out the world around her. She felt her stomach tightening and
turning over faster and faster while her head spun around crazily. She was going to
vomit. She was going to faint and die. Her head bounced from side to side, hanging
limply between her shoulders, swinging like a ball tied loosely to a string from the force
of King's fucking blows.
And then she felt something inside her snapping her to her senses. She could feel
King's dick swelling up, ballooning like a stuffed sausage in her wet cunny, winding up
for a big cum. Marianne tensed up again and tried to crawl away from the dog. She
couldn't have her tight little cunt filled up with that filthy animal jizz. She was still
almost a virgin. Almost a virgin! Those words almost made her laugh.
"No, no, no!" Marianne cried. But it was too late. She and the dog were locked
together. The big shepherd shuddered, then snapped and bit lightly at the back of her
neck. That nipping pain terrified the young blonde teenager. She stopped her hysterical
crying and movement, waiting for the end to this horrible scene.
It came in a geyser of jizz shooting from the end of King's cunt-embedded dick.
Marianne could feel a steady steam of something hot, sticky and creaming spattering
against the sides of her stretched cuntal walls. She whimpered, turning her head away
and shaking the tears from her eyes while King finished dumping his load of creamy
spunk into her twat. When he finished, he yanked his flaccid dick from the blonde's
pussy, pulling himself off the girl and turning around. While Marianne slowly collapsed
in a crushed, defeated heap on the living room floor, King trotted behind the couch and
immediately curled up in a tight circle, licking the end of his dick for final relief.
Marianne said nothing. She lay quietly, feeling that animal's jizz leaking out of her
pussy and oozing through her slickened-down cunt hairs. Now they would leave. Now
they would leave her to her misery. But yet when she pulled her head out of her arms
and looked around Marianne saw Jack had stripped down to his shorts. There was more
in store for her!


Chapter 9

"Gotta kill some time before Jill gets back," Jack said, fingering the fat bulge behind the
piss-flap of his shorts. "But I don't wanna stick my dick up that snatch now."
"Hey, clean her out," Billy suggested.
Jack smirked, reached down and jerked Marianne to her feet. The blonde staggered
forward while they pushed her through the living room, out onto the porch and down
the steps. It was the fast time the girl even thought about what time it was. The sun had
just set over the horizon and the sky was a brilliant color display of bright reds, oranges
and purples. A few clouds drifted lazily overhead, aflame with reflected sunlight.
Everything around, was silent as if waiting for the darkness to come. A faint smell of
hot earth and dust was in the air. It was a time of day Marianne usually enjoyed sitting
quietly, contemplating.
But now she was shoved rudely down the steps, held tightly by Billy while Jack walked
over to a green garden hose curled up to the right of the porch steps.
"This'll wash her out," Jack murmured, turning on the hose and holding the nozzle
tightly in his hand. Billy stepped to one side, still holding the girl by one arm while
water gushed from the brass nozzle.
"Oh!" Marianne cried when the hard stream of water hit her upper chest. Billy let go
and ran to one side, watching and laughing as the jet moved down and pushed her
hanging jugs to one side. Jack played with the stream, moving it from side to side,
bouncing her titties back and forth like pendulums. Marianne glared at him, wanting to
spit in anger. What had made her suffer, and now this!
And then she felt him direct the stream at her crotch. The sudden rush of painfully cold
water made her twist around, holding her hands over the wet blonde triangle. But the
quick move threw the young girl off balance and she tumbled down to the ground.
Mud spattered around her face and belly and chest while Jack directed the stream at the
loose dirt around her, then at her titties, then at her crotch. The water hit like a
hammer on her sensitive flesh. It opened her cuntlips and set a surprisingly lusty flash
of fire on her clit. Marianne doubled up, her mouth opening wide in surprise as a blast
of erotic electricity nearly paralyzed her.
The girl rolled onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the stream. The force
of that jet – even though it was only from a garden hose – would tear up her snatch.
Then Billy moved back, digging his boots into the soft soil and pulling the girl back to
her feet while Jack scratched his cock and balls through his tight-fitting shorts. He
directed the stream at the girl once more, washing the mud off her body while she put
her hands protectively in front of her to ward off the jet.
"Okay," he said, turning the water off and dropping the hose at his feet. He and Billy
led the girl back into the house, closing the door behind them. Marianne felt she was in
a dream world. All this happening to her! She stood half in a daze, not noticing Jack's
complete nudity, nor how he led her to the couch and flung her down on the cushions.
Only when he climbed on top of her and rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the
top of her cunt mound did Marianne realize he was fucking her once more.
"You filthy animal!" she shrieked, raising both, hands and trying to rip off his face.
"You think you can take me any time you want."
"Damned right!" he said through clenched teeth, grabbing her tightly by the wrists and
twisting them until she cried out in pain. Marianne finally gave in as she always had.
He held her down, his fingers loosening on her arms, then dropping completely. He
had her where he wanted. Slowly he moved his hands up, his fingers tightening on her
shoulders. Marianne found to no great surprise that her hips moved toward him.
The know of his cock pressed right over her clit. Marianne sighed, feeling the electric
charge seeping from the hot spindle to her pussy. It was Jack, alright the boy
responsible for all the filth that had dumped over her in the past few minutes. But still
her cunt ached and itched with lust. In all this humiliation she could, find pleasure!
She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, directing his dickhead against one cuntlip,
and then the other. The clitty rolled under that rolling pressure, sending more heat to
her belly, ass and cunt. Marianne grabbed at the boy's sides, pulling him closer to her.
He sucked and bit at her neck.
Every nibble sent flashes down her spine. How she could be doing this with such an
animal Marianne didn't know. Yet there was that steamy, belly-filling tension starting
up in her crotch. She found herself moving her hips from Side to side like a sifter,
pressing her cunt onto his cock.
The boy grunted, thrusting forward and up. With a greasy slide, the head of his cock
popped past the tense ring of her cuntmouth.
Marianne felt her body melting into a sensuous mass. She rested on his prick. The knob
was just past the most sensitive part of her pussy. The ridge was stimulating the nerves
inside. Gradually the girl felt herself sliding down, forward, until she was all the way
down on his big cock. Marianne felt as if her cunt was being forced up into her chest.
She started to move her ass in circles, feeling Jack's dick stirring her insides like a
spoon.
The tension in her belly swelled like a balloon. Marianne dug her fingernails into his
shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. Her asscheeks flexed, then softened. If
only she could finish him off and make him go away.
"Hey, somebody's comin'," Billy whispered. He had been watching the two fuck on the
couch. But he had also kept an eye out the window for unwanted visitors. A car pulled
up the long drive, slowing as it approached the house.
"Jill," Jack muttered, clamping his hand over Marianne's mouth and trying to decide
what to do. "She got anyone with her?"
"No. Just Frank, and it looks like he's just droppin' her off," Billy said.
Jack's face broke out into a sneer. He glanced down at Marianne who was still riding
his dick. "Looks like we're all gonna have some company. Come on, let's wait for her,"
Jack said, drawing his cock from the blonde's pussy with some reluctance. He dragged
Marianne behind him, the three of them standing in the darkened kitchen. Marianne
wished there was some way she could warn her cousin. But Jack had his hand over her
mouth and the other tightly wrapped around her bare belly.
The blonde heard Jill unlock the door, shut it behind her and call out softly.
"Marianne?"
Jack waited until Jill walked cautiously into the dining room before making his move.
Quickly he threw Marianne to Billy, then lunged forward, grabbing Jill hard by the
arm. The brunette cried out, wheeling around and trying to hit at whoever had attacked
her with her free hand. But Jack was stronger and quicker, ducking the first blow, then
reaching up and taking that hand prisoner with his left.
"So, your shit don't stink, eh?" Jack said, pinning Jill's hands tightly behind her back
while he nearly spat into her face. The brunette looked back contemptuously at him,
thinking whether it would be wise or not to spit in his face.
"Get out, Jack. You're finished with all of us in the county. You couldn't even get a date
with a fag, let alone any of us now."
The words stung the young boy. His face turned white and his body trembled.
Marianne watched what was happening with terror. She knew the boy's limits of
violence already – there were none.
She trembled for her cousin who kept taunting him this way.
"You little sick bitch!" Jack stammered, letting go with his right hand only to raise it
and bring it down with a loud crash across the side of Jill's face.
Her head snapped back from the force of the blow, one far more severe than the one
Marianne had received earlier. Jill flew around, her body flying back and hitting the
edge of the dining room table. Stunned by the attack, the girl slipped to the floor in a
crumpled heap.
Moving quickly, Jack picked Jill up roughly by the shoulders and pulled her into the
living room, cursing and muttering all the way. Marianne and Billy watched silently as
he ripped the loose-fitting shirt and skirt from her body, throwing the pieces of material
over his shoulder. In seconds he had completely stripped her and' now looked at his
work. Jill moaned, pulling herself up on her elbows and looking at her attacker.
"Big he-man. You have to work yourself out on a girl to show your stuff," she said with
contempt. But there was a trace of fear in her voice now. Jill rubbed her sore jaw, her
eyes fastened on Jack.
"You bet, big. You've been beggin' to be taken down a couple of notches. So here you
go. Hey, baby, why don't you tell her about the dog act you can do?"
Jill's head snapped around and she looked sympathetically at Marianne.
"They made me. They MADE me!" she said desperately.
"Get her over here."
Billy pushed Marianne back into the living room while Jack nudged the brunette in the
shoulder with his foot, telling her to get on her hands and knees. King sensed
something was going on and got up, moving to one side of the couch and watching
with interest as this new, unfamiliar cunt suddenly presented itself to him.
Jack told Marianne to lie down in front of her cousin and spread her legs. The girl did
as she was told, moving forward until her golden patch of cuntal hairs was directly
under Jill's chin.
"Now, go and have dinner," Jack said, pointing first to Jill, and then down at
Marianne's pussy.
"Oh no. Don't do that, Jill. Oh God, that's the final act. Oh, don't give them the
satisfaction!" Marianne cried in a stricken voice. Jill looked down at her cousin and gave
her a sad, understanding look.
"It's no use," Jill sighed, shrugging her shoulders and dropping her head at the same
time.
Marianne couldn't watch what she knew would be a horrifying scene. Closing her eyes
the young girl sucked in a deep breath and waited for the touch of her cousin's tongue.
As it was, Marianne was surprised she didn't feel the shock of revulsion she expected to.
Jill made some mention of smelling cum, then looked up at Jack who grinned evilly at
her. Then she moved down and started licking her cousin's cunt in earnest.
Marianne felt her pussy warming up to Jill's gentle attention. There was a tenderness in
her cousin's motions that made her box fire up like a bundle of dry tinder. It was a kind
of hot, desperate aching, especially when Jill ran the pointed tip of her tongue along the
inner ridges of her outer lips, peeling back the thick labes and concentrating on her
fluttering cuntal walls.
Marianne grunted, hiking up her knees, then snapping them together while she felt her
clitty stiffen and throb like a sore wound.
Jill reached under her belly and started to play with herself, tugging at the sex spindle
sticking out from her brown furry crotch patch while her tongue played teasingly over
Marianne's clenching pussy. The two girls groaned, Marianne rolling her head slowly
back and forth over the floor while Jill kept eating at her snatch.
Then the young brunette moved forward, sliding up her cousin's body. Soon their cunts
were pressed tightly together, their swollen labes sliding against each other, peeling one
another's outer lips as their wet membranes touched in a wet kiss.
Marianne felt a new sensation. The firm female flesh pressed against hers unleashed a
series of thoughts and desires. Marianne put her arms instinctively around Jill and slid
her hands down, caressing the girl's firm little buttocks. She met her cousin's hunches
with little movements of her own. Marianne gasped with surprise and lust while their
cuntal mounds rubbed together, each one heating up the other and in turn being
scratched to a cumming frenzy.
Then Marianne felt Jill pushing her right hand between their sweating bodies, moving
it down further and further until she was playing with her navel. Oh God, it felt good
and tender. And then the hand was moving down further until it was toying with her
fat labes. Jill began milking them with her fingers, rubbing their slippery edges together
while her right forefinger inched agonizingly up toward Marianne's unhooded clit.
"Oh!" the blonde gasped.
Jill grabbed her stiffened clit between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently,
rolling it back and forth until Marianne thought she would die from the delicious
sensation.
"Get up," Jack said, having his fill of this show.
Jill did as, she was told, running her hands consolingly up and down Marianne's side
while she resumed her crouching position.
"Go on, keep on eating her out," Jack said, reaching down and putting his hand hard
on the back of the brunette's neck.
Jill did as she was told, bending down and burying her face in Marianne's hairy cuntal
mound. That position forced the girl's ass high into the air, something that did not go
unnoticed by the now-excited German shepherd. Jack motioned silently to the dog with
rapid movements of his hand. King understood, crouching down and advancing slowly
on Jill's ass. His bushy tail stood straight up, the hairs bristling out in excitement. His
long thick cock was unsheathed again, hot and throbbing once more for hot female
cunt.
He stopped just short of the girl's wriggling, round white asscheeks and lifted his
powerful head, sniffing at her bouncing buttocks. His ears pricked up and his nostrils
quivered excitedly as he caught the scent he desired. Jill had become so engrossed in
licking off her cousin she did not notice anything unusual happening around her.
Jack stood amused above her, making sideways movements with his hand to keep King
from leaping onto the brunette yet. The dog whined softly in his throat, his paws
clawing steadily at the carpeting while he watched that moving ass like a hawk.
When Jill had pursed her lips around Marianne's clit and started sucking gently on that
tiny sex organ, Jack gave the dog the signal to jump.
"Oh!" Jill cried into the blonde's crotch. That rumbling set Marianne off, her legs
kicking out while her fingers dug into the carpeting to keep her from rocketing to the
ceiling. She was having a mini-cum, triggered by Jill's cry of surprise. Her hot snatch
winked shut on air, opened, then snapped tight again.
Above her Jill tried to straighten up. But the animal's weight was too much for her. She
was pushed back to the floor, her face showing the surprise and horror Jack wanted to
see that evening.


Chapter 10

King had wasted no time. Quickly he mounted the startled brunette, wrapping his
powerful forelegs around her belly and hugging her tightly to him. Jill struggled,
reaching around and trying to pull the paws away from her waist. But King was
adamant. When Jill persisted, the shepherd nipped her right ear, drawing some blood.
The brunette cried out, rolling her eyes up at Jack who only laughed. At that point Jill
realized it was useless to struggle.
"Go on, eat that pussy pie while ol' King here eats ya with his cock."
Jill refused to give any of them the pleasure Marianne had with her whimpering.
Swallowing the lump of revulsion and horror that had risen in her throat the brunette
dropped her head once more, lapping at the pungent-tasting juices that had flowed
from Marianne's cumming cunthole earlier.
King flattened his head in the small valley created by Jill's lowered head and jutting
shoulder blades. His eyes quivered slightly while his hind legs pranced nervously
against the brunette's small, well-tapered legs. Jill curled her toes up nervously, the only
sign of the terror she felt building in her heart like a poison.
What happened next was something no one expected, including King himself. He
might have become too excited to notice what he was doing. It might have been due to
the awkward position Jill was in. Whatever the reason, the fact was that instead of
slicing into her pussy, King's dickhead wound up pressing against the tight, tense
sphincter ring of muscles surrounding her bunghole.
This Jill couldn't let pass unnoticed. She cried out into Marianne's messy pussy, setting
off another series of orgasms that sent the blonde gasping.
"God! Oh no, don't! Have him take it out! NOoo!"
"Come on, baby. With all the shit you've taken up your ass a little ol' doggy's cock ain't
gonna hurt you," Jack drawled, rubbing his cock furiously with his fingers. Watching
Jill and Marianne debased this way-one eating out the snatch of the other while one
gets fucked in the ass by a dog-turned him on like nothing before had. He aimed his
fat, bulbous cockhead at Jill's face, watching it as it finally turned red and pinched and
reflected the horror and surprise she felt.
"NO, NO, TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!"
Jill kept screaming and thrashing, reaching back occasionally in vain attempts to free
herself of the animal. But it was useless. His grip and her awkward, pinned position
made it impossible to escape without risking real injury. She had to crouch there, biting
her lips until it bled freely into her mouth while the prick slid into her asshole. Jill dug
her fingertips into Marianne's thighs until the blonde cried out in anguish. She was
trying to crawl away from the increasing pain in her ass. It ripped at her bowels.
King realized something was wrong. His cock wouldn't go in as easily as it had before.
He growled with frustration, hunching back arid dragging the first inch that had
slipped in from the bunghole. Jill shuddered, feeling hot/cold flashes radiate throughout
her ass and cunny. Then the animal tried again, grabbing her belly more tightly with
his paws and digging in his claws until they nearly pierced her sensitive flesh.
Jill cried out, then sucked in a deep breath and held it while King slipped his prong
back into her dry hole. He moved his ass back and forth, reaming her tight shit-chute
open until the muscles surrounding it finally relaxed enough for the first few inches to
plop into her body.
Jill snapped her head back, her long brown hair whipping across her face and arms. The
muscles tensed and quivered while the cords stood out in her neck. She quivered and
swayed from side to side, her fingers digging harder into Marianne's sides.
"Oh God, it hurts!" Jill cried weakly through her clenched teeth. She dropped her head
once more, letting her face fall into Marianne's snatch. Her lips worked in silent prayer,
pressing against her cousin's warming pussy and setting off another series of spasms. Jill
could taste the oozing juice.
But somehow she could not arouse herself for more pussy-eating. The dog's dick in her
ass had taken away her desire for it.
King lunged his prong into Jill's asshole now with long, ass-splitting thrusts that sent at
least three inches of his prick into her asshole. Jill cried out now, tossing away her
former resolve not to say anything to give Jack and his partner any reason to gloat. But
the pain was killing. There was no pleasure in what was happening to her. For all the
sexual experimentation she had done in her club, getting fucked in the ass by a dog was
one thing she did not care to have done to her.
More of King's cockmeat sank into her ass. She could feel the big knot near the end of
his cock pressing against her shithole lips. His' furry belly pressed down hard on her
back, threatening to flatten her to the floor. His claws raked her belly and sides, nearly
drawing blood... She felt his heart beating against her spine, while hers nearly ripped
through her rib cage. If only he could get it over with now.
King drove his big, knobby dick harder and faster into her ass. Every forward thrust
shoved the brunette up Marianne's body with hard jerks, making her small titties jiggle
from the force of the fucking blows. Her shoulders jerked while the muscles in her face
tightened and twitched from tension. The brunette pleaded with no one in particular
for it all to end quickly. The hot, wet breath of the animal blew into her right ear and
made her flesh crawl with sickening revulsion.
"God, no! NO!" Jill cried helplessly. That big knot banged against her like a battering
ram, almost knocking the wind from her lungs every time it swung against her asshole.
The knot on his dick now plopped easily in and out of her shit tunnel, sawing away at
her bowels while King's furry nuts screwed up tightly against his dickroot.
And then the end finally came. While she shrieked and clawed at her cousin below, Jill
felt the hammering end behind her. Into the stretched rim of her asshole King began
firing his load of animal spunk. She could feel it entering her body like hot water from
an enema. Spittle dripped onto her arm as she felt his dick expand in her ass, pushing
the sore, torn tissues of her ass apart. Jill let out a wail of genuine disgust, clawing at
Marianne's reddened thigh flesh, then falling to the floor when King pulled his dick out
and moved around to Jack's side.
"Pretty big lady, eh?" Jack sneered at Billy, still pumping his cock.
When Jill rolled her face around to look at the boy she found something had been
suddenly thrown into her eyes. In an instant she realized that he was firing his cum
into her face, aiming at her mouth, nose and eyes.
"Pig!" she cried, her words choked by gobs of cum that shot into her throat. Jill gagged,
raising her hands to her throat and bending her head down while she spat out the jizz.
Jack kept shooting his load onto the brunette, wetting down her hair, her face and her
throat until he had finally emptied his balls of cum.
"Whew! Didn't know I could shoot that much in a night, especially after today. Well,
just goes to show you you don't know yourself until a crisis come along," Jack said
mockingly, shaking the last few drops of cum from his pecker. "We're gonna be leavin'.
Too bad we can't be in your fuckin' club no more, Jill. But that's show biz. And by the
way, if you're thinkin' of gettin' back at us, don't bother. I don't think me and Billy's
gonna hang around here much longer. I hear there's plenty to do over in Dallas. And a
lot friendlier cunts up there too," Jack said, kicking the crumpled girl lightly in the
chest, then turning and dressing quickly. "You didn't get much pussy today, buddy, but
I promise you some real hot cunt later. Come on, King. I hear..." And so his
conversation droned on while he dressed, calling the dog after him as he and Billy
walked out of the house and left the two girls in a heap in the living room.
"Oh Jill, how will we ever be able to look at ourselves again?" Marianne finally asked,
forcing herself up and moving over to her cousin.
"Just don't ever mention this to anyone. Understand? I don't think I could take it if
people knew," the young brunette said, pushing her body up and brushing the long hair
from her eyes. "Please, Marianne, please."
Marianne smiled gently and reached over, pushing the rest of her cousin's hair away
from her pretty little face. The sophisticated swinger of the high school set was gone.
Instead there was a frightened little girl in front of her asking for help.
"Don't worry. I won't say a word. Unless, that is, you don't tell me something," the
blonde said, smiling and narrowing her eyes.
"What? What? Anything," Jill said anxiously, her eyes widening in surprise. "I don't
know how long it's gonna be before I see someone. But all this – it's kind of taught me
something, Jill. There's this guy..."

* * *

No one saw Jack or Billy again. Months later Marianne heard from her cousin Jill that
both boys were picked up for drunken behavior somewhere in Oklahoma. But no one
seemed to have cared to follow it up. Life went back to normal on the ranch after
Marianne returned to L.A.
Both Jill and Marianne remained in the house for days after their experience with the
boys, pretending to have the flu but really talking to one another to get their heads
back on. In the end, both young girls managed to mask the horror they still felt at the
dog rape both had had, refusing to talk about it even to one another. No one, including
Jill's parents, who returned the following day, suspected what had happened.
As for Joe, Marianne learned from Jill where he worked and the fact that he was
notorious for his good fucking even though he didn't belong to her little sex club.
Trying to find any way of contacting the ranch hand, Marianne finally landed on
running an errand for her uncle to the ranch where he worked. While talking to her
uncle's friend, Marianne scanned the yard for Joe and finally caught sight of him just as
she was ready to leave. Few words were said between them, but in the .end a date was
set for a rendezvous in a small apartment he kept in the town.
That evening Marianne rushed from her uncle's home, hardly able to see the road for
her excitement. In what seemed to be an eternity the young blonde found herself
rushing up a dark set of stairs, bolting into a small room and falling into Joe's thick
arms. Her breasts were crushed against his broad chest and her buttocks settled gently
into the bowl of his hands. Soon they were lying together, neither one moving for
several moments. Joe's cock grew stiffer and hotter. She could feel the heat through her
slacks.
"Let's get undressed," Joe suggested thickly. A sudden choking emotion rose in
Marianne's throat.
They stripped quickly, nearly ripping their clothes in their haste to get naked. In a
second Marianne was fondling Joe's cock, feeling the veins surge and the shaft thicken
between her fingers. The big man groaned, rocking against her hands. She wanted to
take him now, grab his cock between her teeth, suck him, love him and feel his cum
burning down her throat.
Grunting like a sow she started working her lips down his shaft. She slickened the rod
with her spittle, finally stopping at the fat base. She had taken the cock all the way in
her mouth, the head lodged at the back of her throat. Gagging as the cockhead struck
her tonsils, Marianne encircled the shaft, sucking and drawing out the juice into her
throat.
As Joe groaned and fell back onto the bed Marianne felt her clitty responding quickly.
It pulsed with lust in time to Joe's dick. Joe was prodding the back of her throat with
his dick, twisting his hairy, muscular hips faster. His nuts rubbed her chin. Her juices
fried her spasming cuntal walls, spilling out of her puffy labes and slicking down her
wiry blonde cuntal curls.
Marianne chewed and tongued the swollen cock, her lips stretched tightly around the
dick. She was drawing him closer to orgasm. Without missing a stroke she reached
down and spread her cuntlips. They parted with a soft, sticky sound. Joe heard them
separate and reached down for her cunt. With two fingers he entered her wet snatch.
Marianne sighed and shuddered while Joe fingered her clitty shaft. The rapid finger
strumming made her suck him faster.
They were sucking and fingering madly now. Just as Joe was about to shoot he pulled
away, reaching around and rolling Marianne over on her back. He towered above her,
lowering his face for a moment and kissing her lightly on the forehead while he raised
her legs high above his shoulders, then lowered them. Her furry snatch faced him, the
cuntal cleft parting for his cock as he leaned forward.
At that moment Marianne heard the barking of a dog somewhere outside. Her body
stiffened and she squirmed under the big ranch hand as if she were about to leap from
the bed.
"What's wrong, baby?" Joe asked, stopping just short of entering the spread-eagled
blonde teenager. His cock rested uneasily in the thick cuntal bush against the bottom
junction of Marianne's outer babes.
"Nothing, nothing," Marianne said, listening carefully until the barking died away.
"Then let's go," Joe said thickly, lowering his face again and cementing his lips to
Marianne's. At the same time he parted her labes with his dickhead. He left the head
buried just inside her pussy. Marianne winced, wiggling her ass back and forth and
reaming out her own pussy.
While Joe gasped at the young girl's expert ass movements, Marianne tried pushing the
thought of that dog from her mind. She wondered as more of Joe's dickmeat slid into
her snatch on her bubbling cuntal juice how much longer the memory of that dog's
cock would remain burned into her memory.
"Baby, oh god, your pussy feels good against my cock!" "Fuck me, fuck me!" Marianne
cried, temporarily burying thoughts of King in the back of her mind as she felt her
cuntlips snap shut over the man's fat cock.


THE END
