DOG-LOVING TEENAGERS
By Paul Gable


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with
the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
The girls in this story, Marcie and Tina, are two of these outwardly normal people, but,
driven by the need to satisfy long unattended urges, they find within themselves a love
of perversity and depth of passion neither dreamed existed.
DOG-LOVING TEENAGERS – a fictional story about a society whose real problems
are often shrouded or hidden by a facade of normalcy.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Craig, stop it!" Marcie begged.
She twisted away from the thickly built high school football player, her plump little
asscheeks scooting across the green vinyl front seat of the '72 Chevy. This had been the
date of the sixteen-year-old blonde's dreams – dinner and dancing at the big fall dance
with the school's top quarterback. How the girls envied her as she swirled across the
brightly lit gym floor, Craig's strong arms pressing her shoulders in, his muscular legs
brushing against hers and making her tight, pink virginal pussy flutter.
"I can't help it, Marcie. You can't step out here with a guy, start kissin' him the way
you been kissin' me, and expect to stop it any fuckin' time you want," the black-haired
boy said thickly.
Marcie opened her eyes, reaching behind her with her right hand and fishing for the
doorhandle. Through the blackness of the night she could see Craig's dark brown eyes
shining with an animal-like excitement. The air between them thickened and grew
hotter with each passing second.
The young blonde was terrified – frightened both of what Craig might do to her, and
frightened of her own reactions to what was happening. Craig had suggested the drive
up to the edge of the canyon overlooking downtown Albuquerque. Even now the city's
lights twinkled brilliantly. How innocent it all seemed. And yet how hard it was to
ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her tight fuzz-covered cunny was
dripping with juice, ready for eating. And the way Craig had slipped his tongue into
her mouth when she wasn't ready! Mother had always told her bad girls do that sort of
thing with their tongues. But could she help it? Her mind was fogged over and
spinning while a strange heat made her skin hot and sticky.
She felt her sheer pink panties clinging to her thighs. And the way her pussylips were
swelling and stretching, slicked down with something hot and oily! Marcie had never
felt anything like this before! Mother had never told her what to do. It was only when
Craig had slipped his hands under both cheeks of her ass, working his long fingers into
the soft cushions of flesh that Marcie had objected, pushing away from the big, panting
man.
The blonde had realized Craig had pulled his tie loose and opened most of his white
shirt. The thick matting of black body fur was evident between the opened halves of the
shirt even in the darkness. It gave the handsome, rugged football player an even greater
animal aura than he normally had.
"You were undressing me!" the girl cried, realizing the top three buttons of her white
dress were opened.
"Marcie," Craig said softly. A gentle, sensuous smile crossed his lips while he pulled
away from her temporarily. Resting the back of his head against the side window, he
rolled his eyes up and let out a chuckle. "Of all the nights, I'd have to pick this one to
wind up with the town virgin."
Marcie's pride was stung by the note of sarcasm in Craig's voice. She was proud of the
fact she wasn't like Emma Ginnering or Susie Gable who opened their knees apart like
bitches in heat whenever anything in pants looked their way. She was a "good" girl in
every respect. And yet now, sitting alone in the hot, dark car with Craig Adams, being
"good" didn't seem all that wonderful a thing to be.
She hesitated, and Craig sensed his potential victory. The big football player slid his
hand along the top of the front seat and edged closer to Marcie. The blonde sat still,
one hand gripped on the cold chrome doorhandle. Marcie's heart began to pound
crazily while her breath grew more shallow and choked. Craig's face drew nearer and
nearer.
"Marcie," he whispered thickly.
Once more the blonde felt his arms close around her. She liked the way his touch made
her heart beat faster; the way it made her throat tighten and nearly choke the breath
out of her. Even through his jacket and her dress the girl could feel the urgent sexual
heat surging from his body. Marcie's flesh crawled with forbidden pleasure. Her tits
seemed to be growing. She could feel the hard, red, half-inch long tips pressing against
the stiff cups of her bra. The nipples began to itch and hurt, growing hot and sticky. If
only there were some way she could pull them out without Craig seeing them.
Sometimes on hot, humid nights when she felt something like she was feeling now
Marcie would feel her tits. But now there was Craig. She could feel his chest rise and
fall with his heavy breathing. That tingling sensation between her legs grew more
intense. That itch – that lovely, unbearable itch was driving her crazy.
"Marcie," he whispered, his lips brushing against her right ear and making her flesh
tingle and crawl with excitement.
Craig slid his hands down her body, leaning back toward his door and pulling her
slowly on top of him. He pulled tighter. This time Marcie didn't try to fight him. She
let out a moan when Craig squeezed the cheeks of her ass slowly and firmly. Oh, how
that pressure made her cunny wink open, then snap shut. What would her mother say
if she could see her behaving like the whores she'd always heard about? And what she
wanted! How she wanted at this minute for Craig to rip off her dress, to rub her titties,
to slip his hands between her legs and rub her young pussylips!
Unconsciously Marcie's hands moved forward and up until they were around the big
man's neck. She felt him hunch up harder. His hands were busy, squeezing her
asscheeks more tightly than before. Marcie didn't want him to stop. Her thighs began
to move in time with Craig's, sliding from side to side, hunching down, then pushing
up. Her subtle movements forced her outer labes to peel back slightly, letting out more
thick, bubbling cuntjuice.
The hot young blonde let out another moan. She felt her virgin pussy grow tighter and
hotter. It was as if someone had slipped a gob of thick grease inside her twat.
Something else was happening as well. That tingle had grown into a more urgent,
insistent feeling. Her plump cunny lips were aching to be touched, to be rubbed by the
football player. Marcie bit her lower lip until she could taste blood. No, she couldn't ask
him to do that. Maybe she could stop what was happening without going any further.
Then Marcie felt Craig hunch into her harder. He was aiming something big and hard
between her legs. It felt like a cucumber pressing against the hot, itchy spot in her
crotch. Marcie let out another groan, this time louder than before. Oh God, could she
stop what was happening to her?
"You're just like the others, Marcie. All the other fuckin' cunts around school. They
keep telling guys they don't want cock, then they drop on their backs and spread their
legs when a hard dick comes their way."
Craig's manner had suddenly become hard and cold. The words stabbed her. And yet
the girl felt a thrill of submission to the football player's insults and animal lust. She
said nothing, arching her head back and grinding her thighs hard against Craig's jutting
hipbones. First one shoe, then the other dropped off her feet.
"And I'm gonna give you a fuck so goddamned hard you won't be able to piss for a
week," Craig said almost angrily.
Marcie opened her eyes when his grip on her loosened for a second. He looked up at
her, his eyes boring into hers. It made her blood boil. She knew what he was talking
about. A fuck! The end of her being a good girl. And yet the prospect didn't frighten or
sicken her as she thought it would. Confused, anxious for relief, Marcie looked down at
Craig with a pleading, puzzled look on her face.
"I-I've never done this... before," the blonde admitted.
"You move pretty good for a first-timer," Craig said, his eyes softening somewhat when
he realized Marcie might be telling the truth. He stopped moving his hands over her ass
and seemed to think over what he might do to her.
"No, goddamn it!"
Marcie felt her heart stop when Craig pushed himself off the seat, scooting his feet
across the car floor while holding onto her tightly. He pulled her forward, then pushed
her back until Marcie realized she was being pressed hard down onto the seat cushion.
Craig nuzzled her neck. She felt his hot, thick breath blow through her hair while Craig
moved his hands between their bellies and started hiking up her dress. The young
blonde felt her ear grow hot and ticklish. His breath and his words worked their way
inside her, making the girl shiver. Marcie's body suddenly was alive to every touch.
"You feel good, real good. A lot of guys on the team have been lookin' at you,
wondering if you put out or not. Jesus, baby, if they only knew just how hot you really
were."
Moving his head quickly to one side, Craig caught Marcie's mouth with his own,
pressing forward until the two of them were locked tightly together. The young girl
struggled against Craig, moving her hands down and pushing up at the boy's heavy
body. But the sensation of his passionate kiss was too much for her.
She opened up under the pressure, her legs spreading and her lips admitting the boy's
long, hard, slippery tongue. Now Marcie let the boy do anything to her he wanted.
While his tongue speared down her throat, Marcie felt her pussylips being pulled apart.
Craig had his hands under her ass, working his fingers over the material of her dress,
kneading the hot flesh of her buttocks. Each time he squeezed, the crack between her
legs spread apart.
Craig uttered a grunt of frustration, moving his hands quickly up and around, yanking
her dress up to Marcie's waist. At the same time he moved his right hand down,
moving two fingers under the elastic legband of her panties. As they rubbed over the
silky, sensitive flesh between her ass and cunt, Marcie started moaning low and deep.
Thick juice seeped out of her cunny until the crotch panel was soaked with it. The
young blonde could feel the sheer material sticking to the frazzled hairs of her pussy.
Oh God, how she wanted to get out of her clothes, to feel the boy's hard, hot, hairy
body rubbing over her smooth flesh. That had to be the best feeling in the whole world!
Craig was fumbling with something down below his waist. Marcie heard the soft,
metallic sliding of a zipper. Then there was suddenly something long, hard and hot
slipping up and down the front side of her panties. Through the red fog of sexual heat
the blonde realized it was the player's eight inches of dickmeat rubbing over her
panties.
"Oh man, that hot pussy. Fuck, you've got enough hot juice to barbecue forty cocks.
Baby, you're aching for dickmeat."
Marcie bit down on her lower lip again. He could tell how hungry she was for – for
what? She didn't know exactly what Craig wanted, although she could tell from the way
she reacted to his moves that she was exciting him.
"Goddamned, fuckin' buttons," Craig mumbled, tearing open the front of her dress.
The tearing of the material made Marcie's hair stand on end. She felt her dress being
ripped to shreds, pulled off her twisting, writhing body then thrown to the floor in a
sexual fury.
Craig's fingers dug painfully into her body, frightening and exciting her at the same
time. He dropped back down onto her, his mouth on hers once more, his tongue
sliding back down her throat as if it were snaking all the way down to her belly.
Craig pushed her down into the seat cushion. Marcie couldn't move. She was trapped,
forced to submit to anything the big football player wanted to do. The young blonde
tried groaning, but that tongue wriggling furiously inside her mouth silenced her.
Marcie felt her legs being pushed farther apart.
"Goddamn, you feel good," Craig said, pulling away from her and forcing himself into
a semi-crouched kneeling position.
Marcie lay silently, her eyes heavy-lidded with sexual hunger while the boy slipped off
his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it from his massive shoulders, then began
working the top snap of his dress slacks open. It was then the young girl saw his long,
thick cock. "Oh!" Marcie cried in terror.
She'd never seen anything like it before. Silently she measured it, wondering how far he
would stick it up her cunny. Would it reach her stomach? It seemed like a big pipe, and
that mushroom-shaped end, the way it throbbed! Even in the dim light she could see it
pulse with excitement.
"Feel good way down there?" Craig asked as his hand reached down between her legs
and cupped her tender pussy.
"Oh!" the young blonde gasped again. That gentle pressure set off a series of spasms
through her tight, juicy cunny.
Craig began working his fingers greedily over the wet crotch panel, sopping up her
juices with the soaked nylon until both of them could hear the sound of wet silk
slapping against wet skin.
"Tell me you want my cock," Craig said thickly. He worked his hands up and down the
full length of her wet cuntal cleft until Marcie was wriggling her thighs back and forth,
digging her buttocks deeper into the seat cushion while her shoulders slid up and down.
Craig pulled open his trousers with a quick jerk, the halves of his pants falling open to
just below his hips. Marcie saw the thick coat of body hair, the big bush of cockhairs
bristling around his cunt-splitting cock, and his heavy, swinging balls hanging down
like two ripe coconuts between his thick legs.
"Cock, cock," she whispered breathlessly.
"Good," Craig whispered.
He reached down and took hold of Marcie's right wrist, pulling it up to his crotch. She
felt the fat cock brush against her fingers. The heat almost burned her skin. God, how
sensitive and swollen her clit and titty tips were! And now she was touching a man's
dick for the first time. Its heat and tenseness matched her own.
"Just think baby, I'm gonna fuck you right after you suck on that dick."
The words burned into Marcie's brain. Suck cock? That was unnatural! But before she
could think anything more about it, she felt Craig force her fingers around that dick.
The hot flesh throbbed under her touch. The thick streams of fuck oil ran down the
hard, circular sausage-like organ, making her palm greasy. Marcie's brain buzzed wildly
now. She couldn't think straight, and she couldn't keep her ass from moving all over
the front seat.
"Squeeze it."
As the hot, meaty cock throbbed a second time, Marcie did as she was told and greedily
squeezed it. Her hand jacked up and down, pulling the loose outer covering over the
steel-hard core.
"Yeah, baby, if you're a virgin, I'm gonna snap up that cherry and chew it out before I
spit it out to the rest of the guys on the team."
Marcie should have been sickened by the words. Yet she could only groan with
happiness.


Chapter 2

Craig had just slipped off his shoes and socks, slid his feet out of the trouser legs, and
now knelt between Marcie's widely spread legs, rubbing the thick bush of hairs
surrounding his long, throbbing prick. The clouds had broken overhead, letting the
bright full moonlight filter in. His body glistened in the eerie silver light.
"You're gonna be one hot cunt when I slip this into you," Craig said hoarsely.
He dropped his hands to Marcie's thighs, lowering himself on top of her slowly. The
girl's mouth opened as she felt her breathing become more labored. Marcie could feel
Craig's sexual heat burning her crawling flesh. A frightening thrill rippled through her
when she realized he could do whatever he wanted to. And still she refused to scream
for help.
Craig was on top of her, his arms pushing down to keep his heavy body from
completely crushing her. Still the girl felt his powerful hairy legs wrapped around hers;
his broad chest pressed down on her belly and bra-covered titties; that thick, greasy,
long dick pushed in against her wet crotch panel; it was all like her most wonderfully
erotic dreams coming true.
Feeling suddenly daring, Marcie slipped her fingers back until she could feel the loose
hanging sac dangling between Craig's thick legs. Her breathing was tight, almost
strangled. She was doing things that scared and excited her. The young blonde teenager
wasn't sure if she was acting right or not. And yet from the way Craig moaned and
twisted his body to the right when she touched his balls, Marcie had a feeling her hands
were miraculously experienced somehow.
"Yeah, baby... yeah, just like that," Craig moaned.
His head rolled from side to side while he hunched his cock up and down. His body
shuddered when the girl gave a playful tug at the fuck sacs, then continued rolling them
together.
In another minute Marcie felt Craig's right hand sliding up her side, slipping under the
tight elastic band of her brassiere, pulling at the snap, then tearing at it frantically. In
two jerky tugs the girl felt her bra tear free, her titties falling free of the restraining
garment.
"Oh baby. You don't know how many times I've seen those tits bobbin' up and down
the school halls. The way you wiggle that ass and bounce them tits, I thought I'd cum
in my pants. And now they're all mine."
Craig looked possessively at the two perfectly moulded titty mounds rising gracefully
and grandly from the young blonde's chest. They jiggled whenever Marcie twisted her
thighs or fought for breath. And those red, long, stiff nipples seemed to grow longer as
the girl became more excited.
The boy moved his head to one side until Marcie could feel his breath against the
sensitive flesh of her titty-tip. And then there was his mouth engulfing that twitching
nipple, Craig's tongue swirling around and around the tiny red nubbin while his teeth
bit gently into the surrounding flesh.
Marcie shuddered, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. She felt a strange kind of
electricity sing through her body when Craig was sucking and biting around her nipple.
She drew her legs together, pressing them against the big man's knees. Rocking her
hips slowly from side to side, Marcie enjoyed the subtle friction of her inner cuntal
surfaces rubbing against her partly hooded clit-tip. As Craig sucked harder, the girl
moved her thighs faster and faster.
"Ohh!" Marcie groaned. It wasn't the same as masturbating. And yet how wonderful it
felt – that football player with his cock playing against her covered cunny while his
mouth and tongue were sucking and lashing away at one of her big tits! And yet the
friction wasn't as good as it might be. If only she could bring her legs closer.
"Ahhhh... huuuuuhhhhh!" Marcie thought she was going to explode.
She felt a strange urgent, itchy tightness gripping her cunny like a monstrous fist. With
her thighs as tight together as she could get them, Marcie wriggled her hips crazily,
sliding them across the wet-dampened vinyl until the material squeaked with every
move she made. The young blonde felt a hot wetness covering the bottoms of her feet
and her belly. Marcie's lungs filled with scorched air. Drool oozed out from one corner
of her mouth. So this was what cumming with a man was like! None of the girls at
school had told her it could be so wonderful, even the ones who'd slept with about
every boy in class.
"Oh no. You're not gonna get off that easy," Craig said, pulling away from her titties
and lying fully down on her.
Marcie gasped when his fingers grabbed at the underside of her cuntal mound, dividing
the crack and pushing down deep. The girl dug her chin into the boy's shoulder and
pressed up. He was heavy, and she knew he wanted to slip her panties off. He was
teasing her with all those partial stripping manipulations, pulling at the material,
making it slide across her cuntlips and clitty, then letting it go and slide back up to its
original position.
Marcie wondered what it would be like when she was naked, completely exposed to
Craig's cock and balls, totally able to feel all of him with all of her body. The thought
sent another ripple of pre-orgasmic excitement through her.
Soon he was smoothing his hands down the sides of her body, feeling how her waist
curved in before shifting to her thighs. His cock had slipped lower to a point almost
under her cunt. Marcie felt him pumping against her nylon-covered cuntal crack,
pushing the sheer material up between her pussylips. The new sensation felt dazzlingly
good. The blonde closed her eyes, bit hard down into her bottom lip again and rolled
her ass from side to side to increase the friction of her wet labes against Craig's cock.
She knew her oozing membranes were wetting down that meaty dickhead of his, and
that knowledge pushed her to a higher plane of excitement.
"Craig, Craig," Marcie moaned.
Her panty crotch had been twisted aside, stretched into the hollow between her thigh
and one fat cuntlip. Craig's fat cockhead was touching her pussy, the slick tip gliding
up and down the velvety valley of her snatch. Marcie shook with fear. He was getting
closer to that point, the point when she would feel what it would be like to have a prick
inside her steamy, slick hole, breaking through the barrier that would turn her from a
girl into a full woman.
The steady, sleek friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her now,
something more fiery than she'd ever had in bed with herself. It was a building tension,
the kind she'd felt minutes earlier when Craig was sucking her nipples. Only this time
the feeling was harder and hotter. Having calmed down somewhat, the girl was
rocketing back up to a climax, the first one she'd ever had with a man's cock so close to
her pussy! The muscles in her legs ached as she struggled under Craig's writhing.
"Gettin' hot and closer, baby?" Craig said, choking back moans that rose in his tight
throat.
Marcie couldn't answer. She was tilting her pussy mound so the boy would slide his
cock up along her cuntal slit, slipping over the pulsing hot clit. He was bucking his hips
forward with raspy moans. The slow, fucking motion he gave her made Marcie think
she was going crazy under him.
"Fuck, fuck," Marcie groaned, her head rolling from side to side. Strands of her long,
blonde hair clung to her dampened forehead while words tumbled from her half-opened
mouth in a torrent of obscenities. Her ass flattened down on the car seat while her
thighs tilted up, begging for the fuck she dreaded but wanted so desperately.
Without saying a word, Craig reached down with both hands, gave the thoroughly
saturated panties a tentative tug, then ripped them apart and tossed the torn material
into the back seat. Marcie felt a rush of cold air against her pussy and bare buttocks and
realized she was naked. The end was now in sight.
"Now," he said simply.
Lowering himself slowly onto the girl, Craig slipped his hands under Marcie's upper
legs and pulled them up slowly. The young blonde felt her heart slide up in her throat.
That movement made her cunny flutter wildly, her pussylips unsticking and winking
hotly open as the boy pushed her legs apart and rested her ankles on his broad
shoulders.
"If you're a virgin, babe, it's gonna hurt a little. It'd be good to have some cold cream or
somethin'. But hell, you're so fuckin' wet, I don't think it's gonna matter."
The words weren't all that reassuring. But when Craig rested his body onto hers again
and she felt his fat cockhead pushing into her cunt, the young blonde forgot all about
the possible pain that lay ahead for her She felt that crown sliding through her
pussyhairs, sliding up, up, finally parting her cuntlips and slipping into the virginal
pink snatch tunnel so hot, so wet, and so ready for a good, stiff fucking.
"Oh!" Marcie cried out sharply.
Her pussylips snapped shut around the base of Craig's donghead. The big football
player rocked his hips slightly from side to side, looking down with pleasure when he
saw the girl pushing her thighs in the same direction. Her ankles slid over his
shoulders, snapping against his neck occasionally as spasms rocked her cunny. Sweat
burned into her eyes and nose while a thick layer of perspiration glistened all over
Marcie's writhing, twisting body.
The young girl dragged her fingertips across the vinyl seat bottom, tearing the thick
covering with her sharp nails, drinking in that full, wonderful feeling of Craig's pulsing
dickhead entering her tight, waiting pussy. Marcie felt dizzy, half-crazy with what was
happening to her. She licked her dry lips, then stiffened and let out another surprised,
sharp cry when he began gouging her more with that domed fat cockhead.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Marcie rocked jerkily from side to side. Her titties jiggled from the wild,
erratic movements of her body. Down, down Craig went with his dick, stretching the
unfamiliar velvety wet surfaces of her virginal cunt, forcing it into a broad tunnel.
Marcie rocked her ass up and down, wriggling it from side to side, impaling herself of
that wonderful spear drilling into her snatch. Then Craig grunted when he felt
something blocking his way.
"Hang on," he said, realizing for the first time the young blonde had been telling the
truth about her virginity.
Marcie dragged her hands up, locking them behind her neck while she held her breath.
She felt Craig hunch back his hips, then throw them forward with a powerful thrust.
She was racked by a shock of pain rippling across her snatch. Marcie jerked her ass
back from the sudden sensation of jagged pain, wanting to escape from that thing
causing it.
Yet Craig held her down firmly, pinning down her twisting body as he drove his cock
through that membrane relentlessly. There was another moment of searing pain, and
then he was through, the cock sinking past the torn edges of Marcie's shattered cherry
into the dark, mysterious depths of her snatch.
"Oh God, God, it's like... I don't know what!" the girl moaned, wriggling her ass from
side to side while Craig held still for a second.
Some girls couldn't fuck for days after a guy ripped through their cherry. Others took
some time before they got back into the action. Still others, like Marcie, seemed to
warm up almost immediately after the "operation". After a few minutes passed, Craig
could tell from her rocking, snake-like movements under him she was ready for more.
And soon he was kissing her deeply, his tongue drilling down into her mouth while his
cock gouged against her pussy walls. He was grunting with pleasure, running his
fingers down her waist, over her asscheeks while Marcie rolled her thighs and squirmed
against his grabbing hands. He was all the way in her now, his balls flattening against
the bottoms of her cuntlips while his cock stabbed again and again into her snatch. She
cried and bit her lips, babbling crazily like a hot whore. Marcie began experimenting,
working her slim ass around and around, making her smooth hot wet cuntal work
against the taut rubber-like cockhead.
That teasing friction reached Craig fast. He began pumping wildly, moving his hips
from side to side at the same time, spearing his dick from all angles and giving the girl
a taste of what it was like to be fucked.
"You're a fuckin' tight one," Craig grunted.
He moved his hands to her tits, squeezing his fingers hard against the nipples, causing
them to throb with pain. And yet Marcie begged him to squeeze harder, drinking in
that stabbing pleasure while her clitty was being rubbed raw by the veined surface of
Craig's steely prong.
"Fuckin' tight," he repeated again. "And yet so fuckin' soft. Soft, hot and slick."
The words excited her. Craig groaned as she tightened her muscles around her cuntal
hole, milking his sliding prong. And then the girl realized both of them were throbbing
up to a climax.
"Cum, cum," she babbled, her ass bouncing on the seat while the words were taken up
and repeated by Craig. A wave of sensuality crashed down on them and was carrying
them up and over the peak of orgasm.
"Now, NOW!" Craig demanded.
Marcie held onto Craig's neck. She raked her sharp fingernails across his back,
squirming up the full length of his dick and pressing the stretched mouth of her cunt
against his fat cockroot. And then like blinding white lightning the orgasm struck.
Marcie felt the tenseness go from her pussy for a second.
He grunted and lunged down like a maniac. Then her snatch tightened up like a fist
and the orgasm began for both of them. They bucked crazily together, their legs kicking
out as if electric shocks had torn through them. Then he rolled back over her again.
The young blonde could feel something hot and thick jetting into her spasming cunny
as a hot, overwhelming glow spread over her body like a fire. Marcie cried out,
thrashing, twisting, clawing at anything in her way as she worked her cumming cunny
around and around Craig's spitting cock, milking the last drops of hot jizz from his
throbbing dickhead before falling back onto the car seat completely drained.
Craig pulled himself up. Then he looked sternly at her, a funny smile crossing his thick
lips.
"You're so hot you'll try anything, won't you? Baby, you'd better be ready for a lot."
Marcie drew back, watching Craig pull his flaccid dick from her cunny and start to get
dressed. She wondered what she would tell her mother if she caught her coming in with
her dress torn. And what did Craig mean by those last words? She felt a chill of terror
ripple over her body as she reached down for her bra.


Chapter 3

"Marcie Evans!"
The pretty young blonde hugged her books to her tits protectively, stopping in the
deserted school corridor and turning around slowly.
Ever since she'd fucked Craig Hailman that one time the girl had lived in constant
terror of his threat. What was he going to do, tell the whole school? She didn't think he
was that kind of boy. After all, he could get into trouble by doing something like that.
And yet every time he passed her in the hall he had a strange kind of smile on his face
that made her want to run and hide in a comer.
"Marcie, wait!" The girl turned around and saw it was her girlfriend Tina Larsen. She
was running from the girls' restroom, several books under her right arm and a broad
smile on her face. Tina was a little smaller than Marcie, having dark black hair and eyes
to match. Unlike Marcie, who looked more like a mature, sophisticated woman than a
high-school senior, Tina had a babyish way about her that made most people think she
was still in junior high. Her small build, tiny hips, well proportioned but small titties,
tight ass and delicate, most fragile features made Tina look more like a child than a
woman.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you," Marcie apologized, forcing a smile on her face. She had
been avoiding all her friends for the past few days, pretending she had too much work
to do.
"I want to talk to you," the dark-haired girl whispered, grabbing Marcie by the elbow
and steering her back to the girls' restroom. They walked into the marble-floored
bathroom and soon saw they were alone.
"Is it true what Craig Hailman's saying about you?" Tina asked. She looked searchingly
into Marcie's face.
"What's he saying?" the young blonde asked, trying to appear surprised while her heart
skipped a beat. Without realizing it, Marcie rocked back, feeling the edge of the sink
pressing against her ass and thanking God for that support. The worst of her fears were
realized, she was sure.
"That you and he... well..." Tina lowered her head and blushed furiously. She was still
holding her books as tightly as Marcie was.
"That we what?"
"That the two of you... after the prom... up on the crest over the city... had intercourse."
The last few words barely trickled from Tina's mouth. But Marcie thought she had
screamed them out.
"Is he telling people that?" Marcie pictured her name appearing on all the bathroom
walls. What would her mother say? It happened only once and it was wonderful. But
the school and the neighbors and the family would think she was the town tramp by
the time Craig got through with her.
"No. I overheard him talking to Bob Harrington yesterday. They were in the back of
the bandroom. They didn't know I'd come up there to practice my flute and was
looking for some sheet music. I heard Craig mention your name and decided to listen
in. I'm sorry, but when I heard him talking about you the way he was..." Tina stopped
talking for a second, blushing furiously once more.
"I don't think I want to hear," Marcie said. She thought she was going to faint. So he
was spreading the word around the football team. Pretty soon she'd be getting phone
calls, letters, maybe they'd even start showing up on her porch, asking her out for a
"date".
"Is it true?" Tina asked again.
"It doesn't make much difference. I'm going to have a talk with Mr. Hailman," Marcie
said determinedly. The thought popped into her mind suddenly, and she realized the
idea wasn't all that bad a one. She'd beg him not to say anything, threaten him. There
had to be a way to stop this. How could he be so mean?
"Marcie, I think those boys are up to something. I mean, he kept mentioning about
everybody getting together and doing something to you. I don't know what, but those
guys are pretty rough," Tina said. Her small, pretty face was pinched with concern and
fear.
"Don't worry. And thanks for telling me," Marcie said, straightening up and walking
quickly out of the restroom. Craig would be practicing on the field now. It was after
two o'clock in the afternoon. She was supposed to be working on the school paper. But
there were so many people on the staff no one would miss her for a while. She had her
hall pass.
Marcie walked past the office, turned right and headed down a long, brightly lit
corridor leading to the boy's gym and the practice field.
As she got closer to the doors of the shower room, Marcie could smell the sharp, musky
odor of stale sweat and disinfectant. It made her heart beat faster and her pussy twitch
just a little. Marcie pushed open the doors, passed the short hall leading to the showers
and locker room and stepped into a tiny dark vestibule. Just past the small area was a
door that opened to the playing field.
As she was about to push open the handle, Marcie was aware of someone else in that
small area. Turning around, she saw Bob Harrington kneeling on the floor. He was
dressed in sweat pants and tennis shoes, rubbing his left calf protectively. The sweat
trickling down his smooth, muscular body and face suggested he had been practicing
outside and had just come in.
"Think I twisted a muscle and came in to work it out," he said in a tight voice, looking
up at Marcie.
The blonde blushed red, leaning against the door and looking down at him speechless
with embarrassment. Knowing that he had heard Craig's story about what had
happened and was probably looking at her with that in mind leveled the blond.
"Is... is Craig outside?" she asked in a tiny voice.
A sick smile snaked across the handsome blonde's face and he got up quickly and put
his hands on his broad thighs. Tilting his head back, he pushed his chest out and
looked hotly at her.
"What do you want him for? After he gets through fucking a girl, he's through with her
for the season. Unless she's a little kinky, if you know what I mean," Bob said, smirking
openly.
Marcie's eyes widened. So, she was considered the town slut, just as she had thought.
"I just want to talk to him," Marcie said curtly, turning around and about to walk out
the door.
But Bob lurched forward, grabbing her firmly by the elbow and wheeling her around.
Marcie's books flew from her arms and crashed loudly to the floor. She struggled
against the big blonde's grip, but he was too strong for her. Sliding his hands around
her waist, he pulled her sharply against him, hunching his crotch against hers.
"Don't. I'm not that kind of girl!" she said in a strangled voice. Marcie felt her pride
being crushed and trampled by this boy's cruel, hot stares.
"Craig told us all about you, babe. I just want firsts on that tight little cunny of yours
before the team gets in."
"Oh, you filthy..." Marcie wanted to slap Bob's arrogant, handsome face. And yet she
couldn't move because of those powerful arms pinning down her hands.
"You want it, baby. You want that cock of mine as bad as you wanted Craig's," Bob
said thickly. He bent forward, sliding his slid down her neck.
Marcie wanted to scream. And yet his closeness, the heat of his chest radiating through
her thin blouse, that rock-hard dick she could feel through his jock strap and her slacks
– everything made her so dizzy and confused. No, she couldn't do anything. And yet...
"Come on. Nobody's in the locker room. We can get it on and..."
Marcie listened to the words pour out of Bob's mouth. She could feel his hot breath
blowing against her neck, making her nipples rise and scratch hard against her bra – it
was just like when she was with Craig. Oh God, she felt herself weakening, her pussy
turning hot and swampy under the subtle movements of the big blonde's hard crotch.
She'd come to confront Craig to defend her reputation, and she was responding to
someone who was going to drag her down further into the dirt.
"No, not here. No," she begged, raising her arms up and pushing the big football player
away.
He looked at her – that same steady, boring look that made her give in so easily to
Craig. The young blonde teenager felt herself melting. Her clitty shaft was pushing up
from the soft, wet membranes of her tight cunny. Marcie sucked in a ragged breath
when Bob moved his hands around in tight, tiny circles over her plump asscheeks. He
was doing the same thing Craig did, working her buttocks apart, spreading the soft,
resilient flesh apart. That movement worked her outer labes together like two chewing
lips. Oh God, if anyone came in and saw them now...
"No, oh God, no!" Marcie whined, forcing herself away from Bob.
"When, then, baby? I can't think you can last without cock for more than a couple of
hours." The words stung Marcie. But at the same time she felt excited, thrilled to the
core.
"Later, tonight maybe. I don't know. Let me go," she said in a whisper, staggering back
and staring with wide, wild eyes at the big blond.
His mouth twisted up in a victorious smirk. Marcie knew what he was thinking – so
Craig was right. She's so hot for dickmeat she'd come back at any hour and do
anything to stick it up between her legs. Well, Marcie thought, she'd show him. She'd
come back to that gym later this afternoon and tell Bob and tell him where he could
stick his fat cock. And even though Bob was wearing a tight-fitting jock strap, Marcie
could see he indeed did have a fat cock.
"Sure, sure baby," Bob said. "I'll be practicing with the guys for a while, but you come
here around six."
Marcie swallowed hard, bent down and picked up her books. She thought she heard the
big blonde chuckle. But when she looked up, his face still had that same, victorious
smile.
"Don't forget, baby. Use the side door by the athletic field. I'll be waitin' for you in the
gym.
The rest of the day dragged slowly by for Marcie. All through the rest of journalism and
through her algebra class the young blonde teenager stared at the clock, watching the
hands move slowly, wondering exactly what she would tell the big man when she met
him.
At three-thirty Marcie went back up to the school paper office, her fingers turning to ice
as she thought of her coming encounter with that big blond.
Two hours later she left the few people in the large room, walking quickly down the
corridor to the gymnasium.
Reaching the locker room, Marcie thought she heard several people talking softly on
the other side of the double doors.
"Bob?" she called out tentatively.
"Hey, baby, I'm in here," she heard that familiar voice call out.
Marcie thought felt her courage rise somewhat when she thought of how she'd put him
down, and Craig, if she had a chance. No one was going to smear her and get away
with it. She'd deny everything.
"You can take everything you think's so great and..." Marcie started to say as she
pushed the doors open and walked in. The thick smell of smelly gym clothes assaulted
her nostrils. On the other side of the room the young blonde saw Bob, still wearing his
sweat pants. His arms were folded tightly across his chest. His legs were spread widely
apart and a defiant smile was on his lips. It was if he were facing an opponent. It was
then Marcie realized the big man wasn't alone.
"Come on in, Marcie," a voice said behind her, slamming the door hard behind her.
"It was sure dumb of you to come here alone, Marcie," another voice called out
mockingly.
"Jesus Christ, baby, didn't you ever think we were all gonna get into that tight little
pussy we heard so much about?"
The blonde cried out, spinning around and seeing three other members of the football
team standing behind her. They moved quickly forward, blocking any possible exit for
her.
"I'll scream!" she cried, backing away from them and toward Bob. "There ain't nobody
here except the custodian. And old Gus, well, he's not gonna come here, especially with
all the booze he's been drinkin'," a tall, red-headed boy said.
Marcie's eyes widened when she saw him slipping his thumbs under the elastic
waistband of his sweat pants and forcing them down. Her eyes went from man to man
and saw they were all still dressed in sweat outfits from practice. The air smelled of
their hot, sweaty bodies. There was an animal electricity, a perverse sensuality alive in
that damp, warm room.
"Who wants her first?" Bob asked.
Marcie jerked her head around and saw he had already pulled down his sweat pants
down to his knees. She could see his balls spreading out from under the pouch of his
jockstrap, and his cock was straining at the tight elastic.
"Shit, none of us wants sloppy seconds. But since you got her for us..." the redhead said
brusquely.
"Craig did all the leg work," Bob interrupted, laughing at the pun he'd made. "But he's
out after that little broad – Tina what's-her-name?"
"Tina?" Marcie cried.
"Don't worry about her, baby. You've got your own problems," Bob said, stepping out
of his pants and kicking them to one side. Marcie felt his powerful fingers wrap around
her wrist and pull her back.
"Oh!" the girl cried, twisting in his tight grip. He yanked her hard against his chest and
groin, rubbing his bulging crotch pouch against her buttocks. The young blonde could
feel Bob's hard dick throbbing even through the thick cotton material of his jock.
"Strip her naked and let's get down to fuckin' her. And then we've got a big surprise for
the school virgin," the big redhead said.
Marcie felt Bob's right hand slip off her wrist and begin to tear violently at her blouse.
"Help!" But hands were on her mouth and throat, preventing her from screaming while
her clothes were torn from her body.


Chapter 4

The degrading gang rape that followed was something Marcie would remember with a
shudder to her dying day. In seconds she felt her clothing stripped from her body; her
slacks peeled over her slim thighs and thrown in a heap across the room; her blouse
shredded from her shoulders; her bra unsnapped and let loose with hoots of approval
when her titties swung free and hung down like two fleshy pendants.
When the redhead – whom Marcie later found out was called Tim Reuter – slipped his
fingers under one of her elastic panty legbands and tried to pull them down, the young
girl began thrashing wildly in Bob's arms. She snapped her head back, twisting it
around, biting down on the big blonde's fingers while jerking up her knee and kicking
Tim hard in the face. "Goddamned little bitch!" Bob cried angrily, still holding tightly
onto the struggling girl. Tim reeled back from the force of the blow and sat stunned on
his ass while Marcie kept, on twisting and shouting for help.
"Gag her," Tim gasped.
Immediately a heavy-set dark-haired boy with a pock-marked face skinned off his
sweatpants, slipped the jockstrap off his bulging thighs to reveal a stubby cock, then ran
up to Marcie with the foul-smelling garment in his hands. A quick jab into the lower
belly stopped the blonde teenager from her desperate struggle to get free.
Sinking in Bob's grip, Marcie was helpless to fight off the sour-tasting and smelling
jockstrap that was stuffed in her mouth, then tied tightly around the back of her head.
The boys laughed, stepping back to see how Marcie looked.
"Bet she'd like somethin' else stuffed in her mouth besides that rag," Tim said, nearly
doubling over in laughter.
"Shit, look at the way she's suckin' at the pouch. You can tell she can't wait to get a
little dick down her throat. Hey, babe, you swing good on a cock? You give good head?
Man, I like to feel a cunt's mouth wrapped around my dick and suck out that cum," the
fat, pock-marked faced boy said. He stroked his stubby prong with his right hand until
it stood straight up out of his sagging, stretch-marked belly.
Marcie turned her eyes away from the sickening sight, feeling a sharp pain in her belly.
Part of that agony was from the brutal punch she'd received. But the rest stemmed from
the terror and revulsion she felt. They were going to fuck her until she bled. Of that she
was certain.
"Get on the floor, baby," Bob said behind her. With a sharp shove he pushed down on
her shoulders, forcing Marcie to her knees. He jerked his hands off, moving quickly
around the cringing blonde.
Marcie looked timidly up. She saw his thick, hairless legs towering over her like two
marble columns. His fat balls squeezed partially out from the tight-fitting elastic pouch
of his jockstrap while his stiff cock twitched and throbbed between the pouch and his
belly. Above his tapered waist the boy's well-developed pecs flared out. His breathing
was heavy.
"Come on," he said, sliding his thumbs under the narrow waistband of the supporter
and peeling it down over his hips.
Marcie's eyes grew wide when she saw the smooth, flared, meaty dickhead come into
view. The supporter slid completely down in a second, exposing his thick bush of
blonde pubic hairs and his fleshy, massive dick.
His prick was thick and long – perhaps an inch shorter than Craig, but far wider.
Marcie's cunt spasmed with fear.
Bob's balls were fat and hung low, though Marcie could see them tightening up against
the base of his cock. For a second the young girl wished she had a knife. If only she
could get hold of a pocket knife for a second she'd cut those swinging sacs off. And yet
at the same time Marcie felt an urge to reach out and touch them. She wanted to feel
those hot, leathery balls. She wanted to caress that fat, throbbing dick. Her crotch was
filled 'with a hot, wet, wild throbbing.
She sobbed, pulling her head back and moving an inch or two away from the smirking
blonde football player. Pushing her hands behind her for support, Marcie leaned away
from Bob and looked pleadingly at him. If only he could read her mind. She'd do
anything with him anywhere at anytime just as long as he'd send the others away. She
was afraid of them and what they would do to her as a gang.
"Hey, Bob, looks like she don't like you that much," Tim sneered.
Marcie wanted to deny anything like that. She knew they were saying that purposely to
get the big blonde mad. She clenched her fists and pressed them against the cold, damp
concrete floor. The smell of the boy's crotch as he stepped from his jockstrap washed
over her while her own sweat drenched her armpits and crotch. Bob moved closer, his
fat dick waving back and forth.
Involuntarily Marcie felt her tits swell, the nipples grow taut while a spasm passed
through her pussy making her clitty tingle once more. Oh God, what kind of girl was
she turning into? Her body was shuddering with a sick excitement when all she should
be feeling was fear and loathing.
"So, she don't like me, eh?" Bob said, raising his arms quickly above the blonde
teenager's head. The hand came down. It struck her across the right cheek, the force of
the blow snapping Marcie's head back and knocking her back on her ass. Bob bent
forward, wrapping his fingers around her hair. While she groaned, her eyelids quivering
with pain and terror, the big blondedragged her to the center of the locker room with
the other boys following and laughing at Marcie's situation.
"You're too fuckin' hot for a nice, long fuck. The kind your girlfriends like," Bob said,
letting go of her hair, then pushing her back down to the floor.
Marcie's head struck the concrete, dazing her again. What followed was a blur of
motion and sounds. He crawled quickly on top of her, holding her wrist with one hand
while he jammed his palm between her legs. He cupped her crotch for a moment with
his fingers, then stuck his thick thumb in her hot, wet pussy crease.
Bob grunted, satisfied at the girl's reaction when her knees jerked farther apart and her
body shuddered at the attack. The big blonde shoved his thumb in at a steep angle,
spearing the nail against Marcie's swelling clit and crushing it brutally.
Marcie was panting now, the veins in her neck sticking out as she fought to keep back
the cries. Bob pulled his hand away several seconds later with a soft, sucking noise.
"Gonna fuck you good, baby," Bob grunted. The blonde clenched her tights together
tightly, feeling the strange electricity sputtering in her slit. There was still terror. But
the brutality glowing in Bob's eyes, his obvious desire to crush and destroy her as much
as gain pleasure from brutalizing her snatch, excited the hell out of Marcie.
Bob threw himself on her belly, prying her legs apart with brutal fingers. Marcie's eyes
were shut while tears of shame and horror trickled from under her closed lids. Her jaw
tightened. She bit her lower lip until she could taste blood. His fat dick pushed up and
down in her crease. Soon he would slide that fat prong into her snatch.
"Like it, don't you? Like that big dick, hmmm baby?"
His words were humiliating,' but true. His weight pressed down hard against her and
forced her fat, swelling labes apart. Then the girl felt this cockshaft burning through her
juice-slickened cunny. The hot, spongy tip burrowed deeper and deeper, its rough vein
covered surface bumping and sliding against her clitty and driving Marcie more quickly
up to orgasm than she had had with Craig.
Soon he was all the way in her fuck hole, his fat dickroot pressed against her stretched
outer cuntlips. Soon he started slamming into her, stretching her young cunny open
wider, making the girl moan low and thick while her head rolled slowly from side to
side.
Bob looked down, pushing his torso up with his thick arms while squeezing his
asscheeks together and throwing in his dick. Sweat rolled down his handsome face
while he stared at her big, pendulous titties jiggling whenever he slammed his groin
against her crotch. He threw back his head and let out a high-pitched animal yelp and
began fucking her harder and faster. He corkscrewed into her, feeding his throbbing
cockmeat into her cunny at all angles while grunting and growling.
As he rode her, Marcie tightened up instinctively, beginning to match his wild
pistoning with thrusts of her own. They collided over and over, and the cries and
moans escaping from Marcie's mouth were more of greed and hunger than of pain and
fear.
During the final round of fucking, the young blonde teenager flung her arms around
Bob's neck, holding him down tightly while she thrust up with her thighs and rocked
them back and forth. He slammed against her clitty with his fat dick, rubbing the tiny
sex spindle harder and faster until it was raw.
When the first bursts of jizz burned into her pussy, Marcie cried out, raising her legs
high and flinging them around his shoulders. She held onto him scissor-fashion while
he spilled the last of his cum into her pussy. It was only after the waves of ecstasy died
down in her snatch that the girl realized just what she'd done.
"Shit, I'll bet she's ready for the whole fuckin' team," Bob said as he pulled back and
yanked his softening prick from her snatch with a sucking, wet sound.
The young blonde's hips jerked once more, then twice in post-orgasmic spasms. She felt
a warm, comforting glow spread over her snatch and titties, the only warm and
comforting thing she would feel in that room and with these men.
"How about a little head?" Tim said, pushing past Bob, reaching down and jerking
Marcie back up to her knees.
The pretty, defeated blonde looked helplessly up at the big redhead as he skinned off
his jockstrap and revealed a thin, long cock with a spear-shaped tip. Before she could
say anything, the boy dug his fingertips into her skull and forced his dick into her
mouth. It filled her face, stretching her jaws until they ached.
"Hey, man, she gives good head. Fuck, she knows how to work that tongue," Tim
grunted. His eyes were closed in ecstasy while his thin lips were twisted up in a
victorious smile. The cock rubbed along the insides of her mouth.
While he moved back and forth, Marcie felt her cunny beginning to respond. There was
a steady pulsing somewhere in the deep velvety darkness of her violated pussy, beating
almost in time to the in-and-out rhythm of Tim's dick.
The big redhead moved faster, his cockhead striking the back of the girl's throat. Marcie
tasted the salty-sour flavor of the boy's pre-cum as it oozed freely from the prickhead.
She could tell from Tim's choked grunts he was close to cumming. Marcie had only
heard of women who did this to men. None of her friends, as far as she knew, tried it.
The thoughts of jizz spurting down her throat sickened her. And yet there was nothing
she could do.
Tim grunted, the sweat running down his face and dripping onto her forehead. She
could feel the boy's soft balls squeezing against her chin, growing tighter and harder.
And then his fingers raked across her face, threatening to draw blood.
Marcie could feel Tim's body shuddering, then swaying drunkenly from right to left
while he gave his powerful thighs rapid, jerky forward thrusts. He nearly knocked her
backward on her ass as he emptied his balls into her mouth. Her throat opened and the
jizz boiled down into her belly. Retching, opening her mouth for more air as the thick,
hot liquid filled her mouth, spilled out and rolled down her chin and throat, the young
teenager sobbed out muffled cries of disgust and fear.
The others laughed while Tim moved his ass slowly around and around in large circles,
rubbing his shooting dick against the hot, wet, soft insides of the young blonde's
mouth. Marcie was forced to drink down the last drop of jizz. He pulled out, stroking
his limp prick while he looked at the jizz dripping down her chin and throat.
"Messy eater."
The other boys howled with delight, slapping Tim on the back while staring hungrily
down at Marcie.
"Me next," a fat dark-haired boy said, pushing the others away.
"Not yet. We've got a little surprise for the little Miss," Bob said, jerking his head back
and looking meaningfully at Tim.
The others caught the meaning, turned and followed the boy out of the locker room.
Marcie raised her hand and wiped her mouth with the back. The pungent, bleachy taste
of jizz still filled her.
"What are you going to do? Let me go, you've had your fun," she pleaded.
Bob said nothing. He stood quietly, his legs spread menacingly in front of her. The
young girl straightened up, pulling her arms across her bare titties and hugging them
tightly across her chest. It was a vain attempt at modesty. Even after what had
happened to her, Marcie was aware of some shred of decency even these brutal boys
hadn't yet destroyed.
"Here's your new boyfriend," Bob said as the doors leading to the playing field banged
opened and his buddies returned.
Marcie jerked around, her eyes widening with disbelieving horror. The boys were back
– but this time with a new torment – the large, gray and white German shepherd
Marcie recognized as Max, the team mascot. The leers on the boys' faces told her
everything.
Scrambling to her feet, Marcie shrieked and clawed wildly at the air. While the big dog
barked in confusion, Tim and Bob knocked the girl to the floor where she lay in a
crumpled heap.


Chapter 5

Marcie felt something hot and wet lick the side of her face. In a dazed state the girl
opened her eyes. Standing by her side was the dog she'd seen earlier before she tried to
run away. His powerful jaws leaked spittle. The big, wet tongue lapped her chin and
mouth.
Marcie pulled back in revulsion, letting out a soft cry of fear while she wiped her face
with the back of her hand. Only then did she notice Max's eyes. Quickly she shook her
head from side to side.
"Sorry, baby, but it's the truth. We've been takin' broads down here for old Max for
some time now," Bob said.
Marcie's eyes opened widely. She looked from boy to boy. The expressions on their
glowing faces told the truth. They'd been running this game for a while, and no girl
every confessed anything or told the authorities or her girl friends. And what girl
would, Marcie thought, as she eyed the big dog warily. Who would believe a story like
this, especially when some girl tried to finger the football team.
"You're all sick," she said in anger and frustration. "Maybe. But we're not gonna be the
ones gettin' fucked by old Max here. You're gonna have to live with it, babe."
Marcie turned around and looked at Max. She'd seen him scamper around the playing
field during half-time. Like all the others in the stands she cheered and laughed at his
antics on the lines when he played with the clowns and the bands. Now she saw him
with different eyes. He looked more threatening, more evil than anything she'd ever
seen. He was heavy-boned, heavy cocked with a prong as big as a stallion's. His hair
was short and sleek. The lights overhead picked up the many flickering yellowish lights
in his eyes. As he panted heavily, the dog sprayed spittle down his chin. His pointed
ears were pricked forward while his body seemed to lean into hers.
Marcie could tell this wouldn't be his first time with a woman. She could feel his eyes
roam freely over her body. Instinctively the dog's tongue dripped with saliva. Marcie
felt a shudder ripple through her body. Her skin crawled with horror while her pussy
puckered tightly. No, they couldn't make her do anything with this animal. It was too
humiliating, too sick, too unnatural even for these sadistic young men.
"He wants you a lot, Marcie. He wants you more than we did, I think," Bob taunted.
He snapped his fingers and Max stood still, his body still quivering with excitement and
his ears still pricked forward. Marcie watched in fascination as his black nostrils
quivered, and she realized he was picking up some odor in front of him. Only then did
she realize he was smelling her cunt juice, growing more excited with the thick odor,
his cock extending past the furry sheath and pushing out.
And to her horror the girl also realized something dark, perverse in her soul was
responding to him. Marcie was aware of the thick fuck oil beginning to flow from her
pussy, wetting down the walls of her cunny, seeping into the tight cuntal crack,
trickling down her crotch, through the tangled blonde pussy hairs to her thighs. Max
became even more inflamed when he saw the young girl's reaction. He shook more
violently, taking a step toward her while his dick became more engorged with blood.
Bob pushed Marcie backward on her ass.
"Don't. Please don't!" she pleaded desperately. The young girl covered her eyes with
one hand while trying to hide her exposed cunny with the other. She felt horribly
vulnerable. All her defenses had collapsed, leaving her to what little mercy she'd be able
to find in these men.
"Old Max loves to climb up on big, full asses like yours and stick that boner up a
snatch," Bob taunted.
Marcie opened her mouth to say something. But nothing came out. It was as if her
vocal chords had been frozen with ice. What was even worse was that her mind had
gone blank. She could think only of the excited terror gripping both her heart and her
snatch, turning each one into soft mush.
The big shepherd growled with impatience, turning his head around and looking
inquisitively at his masters. Marcie's eyes were riveted on his hindquarters and the red,
rubbery prong slowly sliding out of the furry sheath and drooping down toward the
concrete floor. It was huge, bigger than any cock she'd seen on similar dogs fucking in
her neighborhood. His tiny furry balls quivered with expectation while his eyes seemed
to glow with the same lust Marcie had seen in Craig's and Bob's.
Bob glared down at Marcie, then snapped his fingers. The dog moved slowly toward the
young blonde teenager, dropping his head and letting out a steady low warning growl.
Marcie was too terrified to do anything but sit spread-legged and move her hand slowly
away from her vulnerable pussy.
Her eyes moved slowly, watching the big animal crouch down and creep toward her
furry, hot snatch. She could feel his fur brushing against the insides of her calves; then
the insides of her thighs. His hot, wet breath blew through her blonde cunny hairs.
Turning her head and closing eyes, Marcie drew in a sobbing breath and held it,
waiting for the first contact of that animal's body with hers.
"Oh GOD!" the blonde cried, her ass muscles cramping up and making her body jerk
forward against the shepherd's. She felt Max's tongue shoot out, touching her left hip
and slathering down the crawling flesh with spittle. The blonde whimpered, jerked her
head to the right, raised her buttocks to escape the attack. But Max was too determined
to let her go. Letting out a growl of anger, the big dog bared his white criss-crossed
teeth and bit hard into the protruding tendon of her right leg.
"Oh God, GOD!" Marcie howled, falling back onto her elbows. Tears of pain rolled
down her flushed cheeks as a small trickle of blood coated her injured hip.
Max held on, his growl muffled by the wad of flesh between his teeth. Bob reached
down and smacked the attacking animal hard across the back of his head. With a
frightened whimper Max opened his mouth and backed off, his bushy tail wagging back
and forth while he barked in confusion.
"Hey, maybe he's too excited..." Tim said.
"Give him another try. I wanna see blondie here with doggie jizz in her snatch," the big
blonde sneered.
Marcie whimpered, reaching down and rubbing her wounded thigh. Fortunately the big
shepherd had only nipped her skin and the puncture wounds stopped bleeding almost
immediately. A thread of a smile appeared at Bob's mouth. The other boys murmured
in approval as they watched Marcie's eyes look searchingly, beggingly into theirs for
help.
"He's gonna feed on your snatch, babe," Bob said cruelly.
She shrieked, dug her heels into the floor and scooted back. Was he going to rip apart
her snatch? Were they all going to watch that animal rip her tight pink cunny to pieces
with those bared, gleaming teeth?
Marcie had little time to think about the possibilities of what was about to happen to
her snatch. With another snapping of the fingers, Bob sent the big shepherd forward
into Marcie's pussy.
"Oh God, help meeeee!" the blonde teenager shrieked, knocked to the floor and pinned
down by the big dog's attack.
She felt his sharp toenails dig cruelly into the flesh of her thighs while saliva dripped
like a thick, foul-smelling rain onto her belly. She twisted and writhed on the floor
while Max stood triumphant over her helpless, naked body.
"Lap that crack, Max. Go on boy, stick that tongue up her pussy," Bob encouraged.
The big sex-hungry shepherd seemed to understand his master, backing down Marcie's
body until his pointed snout was once more even with the girl's cuntal mound. Marcie
peered over her titties. She saw the dog looking back at her, his eyes boring into hers,
his ears pricked forward while his black nose was only inches away from the hairs of
her snatch. She could feel his breath blowing through her pussy fur, exciting her,
making her twat dribble out more pussy juice and thus inflaming the big dog's lust
more.
Then Max dropped his head into the thicket of golden curled hair. Marcie's head
snapped back and the boys watched in fascination while the dog began to lap and chew
on the girl's cunt. For a second the movements of his powerful jaws were hidden from
their view. But Marcie could feel his tongue slopping tentatively up and down the
bottom of her outer labes, slathering down the sensitive fleshy membranes with his
thick spittle. Marcie's moans became higher and higher as Max began to burrow into
her reluctant, tight little cunny with his pointed snout. She felt her flesh crawl and
pucker up into goose pimples when the stubby fur surrounding his nose tickled her
cuntlips. Her knees trembled, then spread apart under the insistent pressure of Max's
cold nose.
Then the moans turned into cries, each one becoming louder, higher pitched and
hoarser. Her titties jiggled under her wild dance of lust and terror. The long nipples
stiffened and twitched.
Max raised his head, his dark eyes blazing while he sized up his victim. Marcie looked
through her drooping, heavy eyelids and wished she could kick the big animal away.
But as much as she loathed what he was doing to her, the girl couldn't ignore the
horrible dark feeling that Max's tonguing was bringing up in her snatch. She was
turning onto his teasing, his licking, his probing. She couldn't ignore the hot, mushy,
swampy feeling that turned her cunny into a hot, wet mess.
Then Marcie howled another shriek, this one louder than before. She felt the sharp,
hard teeth barely brush against her cuntlips. She felt his long pink tongue darting,
slobbering in and out of her tight little hole. She felt his hot breath pumping into her
fuck tunnel, making it expand like a bellows while the bristly fur tickled and excited her
blood-engorged clitty shaft. And the smell of the excited animal's body, the sensation of
his hot, furry, panting sides against her undulating thighs, the hard, slick feel of the
now-warm concrete under her sliding ass – it all whirled her mind around and around
in a mindless hurricane of lust.
"Oh God! God help me!" she murmured, her head rolling from side to side.
Instinctively Marcie began tilting her cunny up, thrusting it into the animal's face,
shifting her hips from side to side to get more friction from Max's probing tongue. Up
and down, up and down she pumped her thighs shamelessly, locked in a perverted lustrhythm 
with the drooling, slobbering German shepherd. The young girl cried out,
dropping her bounding ass to the floor when her cuntal walls spasmed under Max's
slick licking. And then her clitty sputtered with sexual frenzy, clearing her fogged mind
like a searing bolt of white lightning.
Marcie realized she was welcoming this dog into her, opening her cunt without any
resistance to him. Max was going wild, his tongue slopping over the sensitive pussy
membranes, drawing more juices from her cunt. It was a tit-tingling friction. Her knees
drew closer and closer to her swaying titties. Her cuntlips unstuck. Then Max was
nuzzling his black nose between her inflamed cuntlips tenderly. Delicately the animal's
long pink tongue licked around her inner cuntlips, then slid upward a long the narrow
band of tender flesh between the inner and outer labes to her clitty. Max let out a low,
rumbling growl that transmitted itself to her shuddering pussy. Marcie felt hot and cold
flashes tear through her mind, soul and body. No matter what had started this horror
show, the young blonde teenager had completely given herself over to it. Nothing could
stop the pressure building in her snatch like an atom bomb ready to go off. Max rested
between her spread thighs. Marcie could feel his warm breath tickle through her cuntal
curls as he drenched her snatch over and over again.
"God, oh God," Marcie moaned.
She had been resting on her elbows. But now they gave way and she sank back onto the
floor and squirmed helplessly under the dog's licking tongue. Marcie pulled her hands
over her belly, pushing them down until she felt the squishy mess between her thighs.
his tongue slicked over her fingers as she curled them around the upper folds of her
swollen cuntal membranes and pushed in, desperately trying to relieve the urgent achy
itch driving her half insane.
"Jesus Christ!!" Bob commented loudly. "I never seen someone go at it like her."
Marcie had gone out of control. The girl had turned into a depraved slut. And yet
nothing better, she felt, could be happening to her now. There was just that wonderful
dog and her steamy snatch.
"Ohhhh," Marcie crooned, drawing her knees up so high they were pressing down on
her swollen titties. She rolled her full ass back and forth across the floor shamelessly,
exposing every slick fold of her cumming cunt to the big dog. And he kept on driving
her closer and closer to a strange kind of orgasm. His pink tongue drove up and down
her cuntal cleft. It felt so good. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction. Her
fingers and toes tingled strangely. Pulling her knees apart as far as she could, the
blonde teenager now exposed every hollow of her cunt to the hungry dog.
Max nuzzled and licked that soaked snatch while Marcie gasped and babbled to him.
She slowly lowered her knees a bit until she touched his furry back with her toes.
Caressing him gently, the girl moved her ass up once more, feeding her wet pussy meat
to him, then twisting to the side so the animal's teeth brushed one cuntlip, and then
another.
"Uhhhh... ohhhhh!" Marcie didn't care what the boys thought about her any more. She
could die doing this. They could laugh and tease her until she died of shame. She'd
think of that later. Only now she could think of that tongue.
Marcie dropped her ass to the floor with a soft squishy sound, working her buttocks
around in circles, crying frantically through her nose. Max's licking seemed to be
everywhere at once. She even thought he might be aiming for her asshole. The more
she moved, the more pleasure he brought to her. If only she could have that filled
feeling she got with Craig and Bob. Her cunny ached to be stretched, to be stuffed with
dickmeat. Oh God, if only someone, something would fuck her. Marcie tilted her
cunthole up, felt Max's tongue rim the tight circle of muscles, then stab one inch inside.
"Uhhh, huuurrrhhh!"
Then the shepherd brushed over her cunt and licked her small, tiny asshole.
"No, noooo!" Marcia groaned, tilting her ass back down.
Her cuntal walls spasmed again. The girl could feel her pussy muscles cramping up,
trying to grab onto the dog's probing cold black nose. She was teetering on the feverish
edge of climax. The big muscles in her ass tightened. Marcie kicked her feet high,
fanning her toes until they cramped. Max slowed his rubbing friction, backing away in
spite of the girl's frantic cries for more.
"No, babe. You're not gonna get off that easy," Bob said, smiling cruelly while Marcie
moaned, thrust her ass in the air and rocked her spit-slickened pussy hairs invitingly at
the panting animal.
"God, no, don't...!" Marcie begged, her eyelids flicking open.
She looked pleadingly at the men around her, then at the dog. His fully extended boner
told the story. Marcie realized she was being saved for the ultimate sacrifice – the
German shepherd's fat, drooling cock.


Chapter 6

They had rolled the young, grunting blonde teenager over on her belly, running their
thick, calloused fingers up and down her juice and spit-covered inner thighs while the
big shepherd waited impatiently a few feet behind Marcie. The girl knelt helplessly in
front of them, seeing stiff cocks throbbing and twitching inches away from her flushed,
pinched face.
Every time someone stroked the flesh close to her wet slit, the girl cried out, closing her
eyes and trying to squeeze her pussylips together to relieve the killing ache inside her
twat. There were hands all over her one minute, then she felt them leave her alone and
call the dog. Marcie braced herself as the pattering sound of toenails tapping across the
concrete floor filled the girl's ears.
Max stopped short of her round, moon-shaped asscheeks, his ears pricked forward
again while he sniffed her twat suspiciously. The sharp odor of Marcie's cuntal juices
made the big animal quiver. He licked at the slicked-down hairs. Marcie lurched
forward Her fingernails clawed at the smooth concrete while her toes fanned out and
scraped across the floor. The young blonde's body sagged downward. She begged them
silently to get on with it – to set the dog onto her, to make him fuck her.
In her twisted, sex-fogged mind Marcie could only think of that knobby, long, rubbery
red dong sticking out like a deadly weapon from between the German shepherd's
hindquarters. She'd seen drops of his pre-cum oozing from the pointed tip. She knew
he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. That knowledge – that he tasted her,
smelled her, lusted after her with a rage she'd never seen before – set Marcie on fire.
Then suddenly everything happened at once. The licking and sniffing stopped. He
twisted his head around, let out a high-pitched yelp, then reared back on his
hindquarters and leaped onto the shuddering girl.
Marcie froze under the sudden warm, furry weight. She felt her sagging titties brush
against the floor, the stiffened nipples scraping back and forth across the concrete. Her
arms hurt from the sudden rear attack. The dog's violent move excited Marcie. She
curled her fingers and scratched at the floor. The sensation of the big dog's sharp
toenails digging into her sides, his fury forelegs pressing in against her titties, his big
bushy tail swishing back and forth against her upper legs – all this drove the young
blonde wild with unspeakable lust.
Max seemed to freeze for a few seconds, getting his bearings and repositioning himself
on Marcie's narrow back. He rubbed his jaw slowly up and down her flesh. Hot fur –
that was all Marcie could think of as she hung her head down, then rolled her eyes up
and peered through the veil of her hanging blonde hair to look at the boys.
They were standing around with their hands on their cocks, slowly milking cock-flesh
with trembling fingers while their eyes were glued in fascination on the sickening scene
taking place in front of them. And yet Marcie thought it was the most beautiful thing
happening to her in the world. All the abuse had destroyed every shred of decency and
honor in the girl and turned her into one big throbbing clit.
As she knelt in front of them on all fours, her arms nearly buckling from the weight of
the dog sprawled atop her, her tiny ass wriggling back and forth as if to incite the big
dog further into wild sexual acts, Marcie shuddered and drank in the feeling of Max's
hot, knobby cock banging and sliding against her asscheeks. She could feel it move
along that smooth flesh like a hot snake worming its way toward her asscrack. In an
instant it had slipped into the tiny crevice, moving downward slowly, past her tight
twitching asshole toward her cunny.
Marcie jerked her head back, letting out a tight moan when she felt his narrow
cockhead brush against her right cuntlip. Marcie braced herself for the initial
penetration. Max pulled back on the girl, digging his forepaws harder into her side s
while hunching back and up. Marcie felt his cock disappear for a second. But then it
was back, parallel to the floor and pressed against her tight cunny cleft.
"Ohhh! Huhhhrrrhr!" the young blonde wailed, twisting from side to side, her arms
nearly collapsing from the excitement as Max's narrow boner sliced through the narrow
crack, peeling back her puffy labes, forcing her fuckhole into a broad O. The bumps
and knobs on the shepherd's dick were like protrustions on a French tickler, driving
Marcie wild with the little ticklish feelings they gave to her velvety, dark cunthole.
Juice dribbled out of the violated crack, slicking down the dog's driving dick and oozing
onto her trembling thighs. Marcie bounced her ass high in the air, wriggling it
invitingly, then bringing it down. She moaned as more and more of that doggie dick
was fed into her upturned twat. All that fur; that hot, animal breath blowing against the
curling tendrils on the back of her neck; and those fuzzy little fat hot balls pressed
against her crushed cuntlips made Marcie's clit rise above the swampy mess of her
slicked-down snatch and press hard against the smooth surface of Max's dick.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Marcie murmured to herself.
Her head snapped from side to side. The big fat knot just in front of the dog's cockroot
pressed against her cuntmouth now. Max growled, snapping at the air and moving his
head up and to one side. He was trying to work that knob in, his hindquarters
twitching and trembling with excitement and effort while Marcie's face flushed red with
pain and pleasure. Giving up after several tries, Max satisfied himself with just fucking
up to the bulge. He began giving her quick doggie-fuck jabs, his ass humping in and
out, pulling his shiny knob in and out with a speed and strength that left Marcie
breathless.
The young girl felt her cunny flash on fire. Everything in her body was turned upside
down. Her stomach contracted; her chest tightened; her lungs burned as the big dog
fucked and fucked at her snatch.
"Hey! I think Max's ready to shoot," Bob said.
The animal's head was flattened against Marcie's back. His ears pressed down behind
his head, the big dog's body started to tremble and a low, steady growl came out of his
mouth.
Marcie sucked in a deep breath, dropping her head and looking between her jiggling
titties. She could see his long red cockshaft each time he pulled it out, glistening with
her cuntjuice and his pre-cum. Oh God, it was all so hot and wet and furry down there.
Marcie felt she was being wrapped up in a big rug, rubbed down with something
wonderful that was making her feel better than she'd ever felt before.
"FUCK!" the girl cried as her cunny contracted painfully. It was winking open and
snapping shut against the sliding doggie dick. Max's furry balls bobbed and swung back
and forth with each powerful cunt-splitting thrust. The girl felt herself drifting up to a
climax. But she sensed the dog would cum first. And then what? He wasn't going to
wait around for her to make it. And what would the boys do?
The young girl squeezed her sphincter muscles together, trapping the shepherd's cock
inside her powerful pussy for a few seconds. Raising her ass and rotating it around in
tight tiny circles, Marcie was able to rub her clitty shaft harder against that sliding
knobby pole buried inside her. She could feel that friction building up. Sweat broke out
above her upper lip, under her arms and all over her body.
"OHHHH! HUHHHHHRRRRR" the young blonde cried, her body trembling. The
girl's arms finally buckled as Max's growls turned into panting whines and whimpers.
A steady stream of animal jizz sprayed suddenly into Marcie's snatch, flooding every
fold and hollow of her hot pussy with the sticky spunk. He was dumping his load into
her body, filling up her twat with fluid.
But this time Marcie was on fire, burning with a perverted lust that could be put out
only with the big dog's cum. She wriggled her ass more wildly under the attack. Her
clitty burned like a glowing jewel, throbbing with the spurting rhythm of Max's dick.
Her cuntal walls snapped tight against the knobby boner like a big rubber band,
opening, then snapping shut again as more and more animal spunk shot into her.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Marcie groaned, rolling her forehead from side to side over the cool
concrete as her senses began to come back to her.
With the fire gone in her pussy, the girl realized fully what was happening around her.
Max had finished firing his cum into her cunny and had backed off, sliding away from
her and trotting nonchalantly to a corner where he curled up and began licking at his
slick dickhead. Marcie's ass was still high in the air, red marks on either side showing
where the big German shepherd had grabbed hold of her body for support.
There was silence in the room for several seconds, broken only by the sounds of Max's
tongue gliding over his cock and the heavy breathing of the young men surrounding
Marcie. The girl shut her eyelids tightly, hoping to God this was all some horrible
nightmare and she'd wake up safe and warm in her bed. And yet the throbbing ache in
her snatch told her otherwise. This was a horrifying reality she would have to live with
the rest of her life. And the worst part was that the nightmare still wasn't over!
"What you think about a broad who fucks dogs?" the fat, dark-haired boy with the
pockmarks asked still stroking his stubby boner.
"Not much. Sheeit, you couldn't take her out to the zoo. She'd be climbin' in cages all
the time, hikin' up her skirts and trying to fuck all the gorillas," Tim said, laughing as
the others smiled at his comment.
"Well, I'm not gonna fuck that pussy any more. Leastwise, not right now," Bob said,
looking in fascination at the jizz that still drooled out of Marcie's pussy.
"You don't have to worry about her pussy. She's got a bunch of other holes," Tim
commented, raising his foot and placing it lightly on the girl's right asscheek. That
touch made her shudder.
Marcie wished she could crawl away from them and hide in some small little hole. She
felt filthy, degraded, shamed beyond her wildest dreams of humiliation. Fucked by a
dog, and in public! The horror of that situation sickened her. How could she have let
something like that happen to her – and to have enjoyed it so obviously like that!
"Think she's gonna roll over for you?" Tim asked.
"Why not? She's a good dog. She just fucked Max, and he likes a hot bitch when he's in
heat, and that's somethin' you can see I'm in," the big blonde said, jerking his fingers
up and down his cock while still looking down at the young girl. "I'm gonna fuck you
in the ass, honey. I'm gonna drive this cock up your shitter until you can't see straight,"
the boy said cruelly, making a jerky motion with his head that told Tim to back away.
Before Marcie could do anything Bob was on top of her, kicking at her with one foot
until she dropped to her back, covering her face protectively with her hands. She felt
dirty. And still they hadn't finished with her. Now one of them wanted to violate her
ass, the last orifice on her body to still stay virgin.
"That's it, baby. Just lay still," the blonde said thickly, rolling her over and over, playing
with her titties, ignoring her gasps and pleas as the dirty water on the concrete floor
stained her smooth flesh.
"Now," Bob said as she finally came to rest on her belly.
Marcie felt his hands pin down her upper arms while his powerful legs lay hard on
hers. His cock slid up and down the narrow asscrack, pushing by her dog-violated
pussy and heading up toward her asshole. Oh God, to have that fat dick buried up her
ass would kill her. He was going to rip her apart with that dick.
"Hey, Bob. Somebody's comm'," Tim suddenly whispered in a tight voice.
The boy froze as the fat boy joined Tim. They opened the door a crack, then turned
and ran up to the big blond. "It looks like the janitor. And he's got somebody with him.
Come on, let's split," they said almost breathlessly, reaching down and pulling him off
Marcie.
"What about her?" he asked, picking up his discarded jockstrap and sweat pants as the
others headed for the outer door.
"Drag her behind the lockers. She can take care of herself. And don't forget Max," Tim
said. They moved quickly, stashing the girl and slipping from the room before Mr.
Jensen, the school custodian, and a friend walked into the silent locker room.


Chapter 7

The next few minutes dragged by endlessly for the girl. She wanted to run up to the
janitor and sob hysterically for help. But what kind of condition was she in? Would he
believe her, or would he just take advantage of her and rape her on the spot in spite of
her protestations of being fucked by a dog. And would he care? Word was that the old
man was hot after any young cunt he could land. God only knows, Marcie was
defenseless and didn't have the strength, morally or physically, to drive him away if he
wanted to seriously fuck her.
The friend the old janitor had brought along was one of the night-shift cleaning women
who had agreed – for a price – to give the old man a blowjob. While Marcie cringed
and choked back the sobs about to escape any second, the old man sat on one of the
benches, spread his legs and unzipped his overhauls while a chunky middle-aged
woman with a red, puffy face bent down and sucked him off.
When they were through, Marcie gathered her clothes together and crept into the
washroom, looking at herself in the stained mirrors and crying as she tried to get
dressed. Her clothes were a mess. The blouse had been ripped in several places; while
the bra was nearly useless. Somehow she managed to pull her clothes together, sneak
out of the school building, and take back streets and alleyways through the darkened
city to her house.
Thank God she isn't home yet from work, Marcie thought to herself as she turned the
corner and saw the deserted home. Running quickly across the well-lit street, the young
blonde reached the porch, bent down and fished the spare key from under the mat. She
was about to unlock the door and step in when she heard a tiny, timid voice call out
her name from one corner of the porch.
"Marcie?
"Who's there?" The blonde's skin crawled. She wondered if the boys had dared to
follow her home and drag her right from her bed.
"Marcie, it's me, Tina."
The petite dark-haired girl stepped out from the shadows.
"My God, what happened?" Marcie saw Tina's scratched face, her disheveled hair, her
torn clothes, and guessed her friend had been through something similar as she had.
"Craig raped me. He told me he just wanted to talk about you and I thought I'd help.
Then he took me out in his car near the Sandias and he raped me!" the girl sobbed
hysterically, burying her face in her hands and running up to her friend.
Marcie put her arms around the shaking girl, turning her around and pushing her into
the warmth of the house. Tina's fear touched something deep in Marcie that made the
blonde teenager forget temporarily about her own horror and humiliation.
That evening Tina told her the entire story while cleaning up. Craig had lured the
young brunette into his car with a story about his being upset about Marcie and what
his bragging had done to her reputation. Taking her far out from Albuquerque, he
overpowered her, stripped her naked and fucked her in the front seat.
Tina had been horrified and hadn't enjoyed her first sexual experience as had Marcie.
The brutal bursting of her cherry; the way he made her suck him nearly off –
something she thought only sick people did – before he spread her legs, peeled back
her young, virginal cuntlips and split apart her young pussy with his cock, sickened
Tina. She was a good girl, someone who didn't even think about doing things like that.
And now the worst had come to pass for her. She had been violated by someone she'd
trusted.
Marcie decided firmly that this had to stop. First her, and now her best friend. The
blonde felt she had a duty to all the other girls in the school who didn't want to play
along with Craig and his buddies. What if they went on, passing their secrets to
younger boys to carry on the "tradition" after they'd gone to college? It wouldn't stop.
It might even get worse. No, Marcie decided, she and Tina had to tell the authorities.
And that's what they did the following day. Of course, neither of them expected the
surprising humiliation they received after the confession. The shock and confusion of
the principal and the others in control was understandable. Even his skepticism was
anticipated by the girls. But they stuck to their story and finally convinced him that
something was wrong at his school.
Then came the police. And the questions they asked were almost as humiliating as the
experience Marcie and Tina had undergone. Did they fuck boys before? Had they even
committed one of the perverted acts they were accusing the boys of? Did they have hot
pants all the time, chasing after boys, playing with cockmeat only to turn it away when
they saw the boys might go further than they wanted? Of course the questions were
worded far more politely. But both Tina and Marcie saw what the men were getting at.
And then the confrontation came. Craig, Tim, Bob and the others were called into the
office one by one to answer the girls' charges. All had the same story, all denied what
Marcie and her friend accused them of. Marcie was sure by the end of the day that if it
hadn't been for Tina's well-known reputation as a mouse and a stalwart virgin, she'd
have been thrown in jail instead of the boys.
In the end the principal, along with the police, agreed that further investigation was
necessary. In the meantime the boys were to be suspended from the football team and
watched in the classroom. Their parents were told of the situation, and all went home
with a feeling the worst had yet to come.
"Did you see the way Craig looked at me?" Tina asked in a tight whisper as the two
girls were driven to their respective homes after the grueling day. "He's going to do
something to us, Marcie. I can feel it. People like him don't give up when they're
attacked like this. I can't help thinking we might've been better off not saying
anything."
"Come on, Tina," Marcie said bravely. "You know we couldn't let them get away with
what they did to us."
Marcie bit her lower lip. She had told the police everything – everything except what
happened to her and the dog. She didn't say Bob had made her have sex with Max.
First, she didn't think they'd believe her. Things like that might happen in New York or
Los Angeles, but in Albuquerque... ? Secondly, she was certain Bob would deny that.
He denied even having fucked her. What would he have to lose to deny the other
perverted act?
"I don't know. My mother practically went crazy when I told her what happened last
night. She thought you and I were just having one of those girl-talk sessions," Tina
said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and smiling sadly.
"My mother took it okay. I don't know what she's going to say though when the story
gets to the paper," Marcie said thoughtfully.
"The paper?"
"The reporters were hanging around the office. You can bet this is going to make the
news," Marcie said bitterly. She also began to wonder if she'd started something bigger
than she could handle.
"Oh, Marcie, this is awful."
The girls rode home in silence the rest of the way, each wrapped in her own private
horror. That night, the following day and the following evening were pure hell for them
and their families. The story of the multiple rape made the papers, the radio and the
television. They were called everything from whores to violated vestal virgins.
And at school the other girls shied away from them as if contact with Marcie and Tina
would give them some incurable disease. Neither saw Craig, Bob or the others, while
stories circulated that the boys were planning some kind of revenge on Tina and
Marcie.
The suspense broke on the third evening when Marcie was finishing up with a story on
the school prom. She and the journalism adviser were finishing up the last few
paragraphs when the room phone rang.
"Marcie, for you," the older man said.
It was Tina, sobbing hysterically. She told her friend that Craig and Bob had kidnapped
her, taking her from the edge of the playing field while two other girls watched, then
turned their backs and walked away.
"What do they want?" Marcie asked softly.
"Us, Marcie. They want to talk, they said. I don't know if you can trust them. They
wouldn't hurt me."
"Hey, baby," a voice interrupted suddenly. "You want the same thing to happen to your
friend that happened to you?"
Marcie sucked in a deep breath. It was Bob, and she knew he'd force Tina to fuck the
dog whether she wanted to or not. She, Marcie, could handle it. But Tina? No, the girl
would probably go insane on the spot if something like that happened to her.
"No, I'll be right there. Where are you?" she said breathlessly.
"We'll pick you up. Get your ass out of the room and be behind the gym in ten
minutes."
The phone went dead in a second.
"I-I have to go now. I'm sorry, Mr. Gettering," Marcie said in a daze.
She ran down the corridor, her eyes blurred with tears as she thought of poor little Tina
and all the trouble her friend would get into because she had wanted to turn everybody
over to the authorities.
When she reached the back door to the school gym, the young blonde saw a pair of
headlights turning the far corner across the field. It was dusk. No one was in the area
except her and the approaching car. When it stopped near the first gate and turned off
its lights, Marcie sucked in a deep breath; then ran down the stone steps, across the
field to the big green car. It was the same one she'd ridden in the night when Craig
sucked and popped her cherry.
"Come on in, babe. Slide in the front seat. I cleaned off the blood and cunt juice since
the last time you've been in," Craig said when the young girl opened the door.
"Don't. Stop it, Craig. What's the use? I'm sorry Tina and I did anything. We'll take
back the charges. We'll say we lied. I'll do anything. Just leave us alone. We didn't
know what we were doing."
Marcie tried to catch her breath and talk at the same time. Bob was in the back, draped
over the back of the front seat and staring angrily and silently at her. "You might be
tellin' the truth. On the other hand, you'd probably change your mind once you and
your friend got into your homes. Sorry, baby, but I'm not buyin' it. Not right now,
anyways. I'm gonna make sure you and your little friend know what it's like to cross
us."
Marcie saw there was no sense in talking to either of them right now. The only thing
she could do was wait until she saw Tina. Maybe the two of them could convince the
boys to let them go.
They traveled past the outskirts of North Albuquerque, beyond the normal tourist spots
until they reached a narrow county dirt road. Turning right and twisting their way
along small hills and valleys, they finally came to a small cabin nestled back in a grove
of pines.
"My uncle's," Craig said, sensing Marcie's curiosity. "Nobody around for miles. Great
for hunting and fucking."
The last word was pronounced with a nasty edge. Marcie stared straight ahead, her
hands folded modestly in her lap while her heart pounded like mad in her chest. A cold
sweat of terror broke out on her forehead, and she could feel her clothing sticking to
her flesh. The windows were ablaze with light. Tina, she knew, had to be inside. And
what the rest of the boys were doing with her, God only knows.
"Out."
Marcie slid out and followed Craig into the large cabin. Bob had stepped behind her to
make sure she couldn't try to make a run for it. Not yet, at any rate, Marcie said to
herself as she put her hand on the wooden handle and pushed in.
"Oh God, Tina!" the blonde cried, freezing in the doorway.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw what had happened to her friend. The girl had
been stripped naked, her young titties exposed to the obscene leers of the three boys
surrounding her. Her white nylon panties were still wrapped around her ankles, but
rips and tears in the material indicated someone had played roughhouse with her
cunny. Streaks of dirt marred the girl's ivory flesh from her calves to her face, while
bruises on her thighs and face indicated someone had been beating Tina.
"What did you do that for? Why?" the young blonde said, hot tears of shame and anger
springing to her eyes. She wished she could punch Craig right in his brutal face.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he said, slamming the door hard behind her. Bob and he
took hold of her hands, pinning them hard behind her back while they called for ropes.
Marcie twisted, kicked, screamed and swore at the boys as they silently bound her
wrists tightly together.
"So, you were gonna tell everybody what we did. Gonna make it rough for us, eh? Well,
babe, you're gonna see what it's like to be rough."
They pushed Marcie forward until she stood next to the cringing brunette. Tina had
watched all this silently, her eyes sad and tearful while her hands modestly covered her
bare cunny. It was at this point Marcie noticed Max in the corner. His shape had been
hidden by several crates and boxes piled to one side of the big main room. The young
blonde could see the familiar gray and white German shepherd, that long cock of his
still sheathed in the furry pouch, and that long, cold black nose twitching and sniffing
at the air. She could tell from that excited look in his glistening brown eyes that the dog
sensed two possible pussies to fuck tonight.
"You don't think we'd leave you without a friend," Bob said nastily, jerking his head to
one side.
Marcie's eyes swept past the still-sitting Max, over more boxes, then came to rest on a
large black Doberman that had been lying down until she walked into the room. Her
breath caught. He looked huge, evil, a machine of destruction. All the horrible things
she heard about the unpredictability of Dobermans came back to her. From the looks of
the boys, they were hoping some of those rumors were true.


Chapter 8

Tina still couldn't guess what the boys were going to do to them. She pleaded with
them while Bob unbuttoned Marcie's blouse, sliding his hands between the halves of
the white cotton material and fondled her titties. And then there was the familiar sound
of ripping material. The big blonde peeled the material around Marcie's bound hands,
stripping the moaning girl of all her clothing in seconds.
"Nice little snatch. We've had it, but it's still a tight little cunny, Bob said, sucking in
his upper lip and biting it while cupping her pussy.
Marcie stiffened, her flesh crawling with excitement. His fingers were milking the edges
of her snatch, working the fat, rubbery lips back and forth across one another while his
thumb burrowed through the thick blonde cunny fur and touched her clitshaft. Foamy,
thick pussy oil frothed out from between her twat cleft, wetting down Bob's fingers and
making them feel more deliciously sensuous to her cunt.
She worked her ass muscles together, her buttocks beginning to bump back and forth
while Bob's thumb started stroking her rising clitty. An orgasm rippled through her
pussy. Marcie held back her desire to cry out, indicating what happened to her pussy
only by raising her eyebrows.
"Shit, she can't get enough. She don't even know what we're gonna do to her and her
friend and already she's hot," Bob said, shaking his head and smiling while slipping
another finger into her cunny.
"Come on. We don't have all night for you to jerk her off," Craig said impatiently. He
walked over to Max, bending down and stroking the large animal's neck and watching
Tina still crouched on the floor.
"A pretty dog," the young brunette said nervously.
"Tina, can't you see what they're going to do with him? Can't you see?" Marcie cried
out.
The brunette turned and looked at her blankly, wondering what her friend meant. Then
something seemed to register. Tina's eyes widened, then closed.
"Oh no! Oh my God, no! Please, no, no, NO!"
"Come on," Craig said to Max, taking the dog by the collar and moving him closer to
Tina. The girl had hiked up her knees and raised them to her titties. Her arms were
wrapped tightly around her titties. She rocked back and forth, moaning, refusing to
look at anyone.
What followed wasn't pretty. While Bob and Tim held Marcie fast by the arms, Craig
raised his hands and struck the brunette hard across the head. Tina jerked, her body
opening up like a flower.
"Don't, no, don't," Tina kept moaning.
Marcie watched helplessly as the girl pulled her head back while keeping her widened,
terrified eyes on Max and Craig. Her legs had flown apart from the force of the blow,
exposing her black, curly cunthairs to the panting dog. Everyone watched Max, his big
tail swishing lazily from side to side while his nostrils quivered and sniffed at any
possible sign of sexual excitement from Tina. Unlike Marcie, however, the young
brunette's cunt remained dry and tight.
"Go on, Max, show the little bitch what she's been missin'," Craig said, running his
hands through his long black hair while letting go of the collar.
The big shepherd knew just what to do. Lurching forward, he stopped just short of
Tina's pussy, lowering his head and pushing forward. The brunette snapped her head
back, her eyes closed while her jaw dropped and a strange low strangled moan of horror
was torn from her soul.
Max's powerful jaws moved up and down against the girl's pussy while his tongue
licked up and down the length of her twatlips. Tina's ass bounced on the floor. But
unlike Marcie's her movements were those of horror and revulsion rather than
excitement.
"Take him away! No, no!" Tina cried, raising both hands and pressing them for an
instant against Max's head.
The shepherd jerked up and snapped at the girl's wrists, wringing a cry from Tina and
letting her know there was nothing she could do to stop what was happening.
"You can't fuck around with Max. You can't fuck around with us," Craig said
meaningfully, glancing at Marcie, then turning back to Tina and watching the action.
The big animal's maw pressed in harder, spreading Tina's tight little cunny lips,
twisting into the dark, near-virginal tunnel while his tongue lapped at the velvety
insides. The girl cried and gasped, the veins sticking out from her throat while her legs
jerked and twitched up and down across the wooden dirty floor. Tina's titties jiggled
while her fingers clawed helplessly at the wood beneath her ass.
"Look at 'im go. Sheeit, he ain't had good pussy meat for a couple 'a days, and she's
good, hot and tender," Bob said nastily.
Tina cried and gasped, her eyelids fluttering open while her legs snapped open and
shut. The poor girl's mind whirled about in confusion. She couldn't believe this was
happening to her. She never did anything to anyone to deserve this.
"Mamma! God, oh God! Mama, help me!" Tina babbled. Her cries were taken up by
the boys who mimicked her, crying out for their mothers until Marcie begged them to
stop.
"You've got enough problems to worry about yourself, baby," Craig said, snapping his
fingers in the air.
This time the Doberman stood up, his ears pricked forward and his mouth drooling
with saliva. Unlike Max this dog had no friendly look. He was like those guard dogs
Marcie had seen at different places in the city – mean, killing animals who would snap
an intruder's neck with one slice of the jaw. And now they were getting such an animal
ready for her pussy.
"Get down," the young quarterback said, turning around and slapping Marcie hard
across the face. The sudden blow snapped her head back. Reeling against Bob, Marcie
felt her knees buckling as she sank to the floor. Vaguely she saw Tina thrashing under
Max's tongue job. She heard the brunette cry out for help and the boys answer with
laughter and obscene comments and gestures.
Then her ordeal began. The big Doberman stood in front of her, his black eyes rolling
insanely in his powerful head. Under the lights of the cabin his sleek black fur glistened
as if someone had greased down his body. She watched his muscles ripple with each
movement, each breath he took. Saliva speckled his thick black lips. His short tail stood
straight up.
Turning his head around to look at Craig, he moved forward stealthily, his head
lowering while a low, steady growl erupted from his throat. Marcie's flesh crawled. Her
pussy tightened with tension while her toes fanned out and a strange heated terror
gripped her heart and cunny.
She could feel his hot breath against her inner thighs. Why didn't he touch her? Marcie
wanted it to be over with. If he was going to kill her, let it be now. If he was going to
fuck her, then get on with it!
Then it began. Marcie watched the big nose push forward, spreading her cuntlips,
drilling into the velvety recesses of her pussy, sliding over the hidden folds and hollows
of her dampened snatch. Her ass rose from the floor and tilted forward, giving the
animal more room for his nuzzling.
"Hell, she's at it again. Nothin' stops this one," Bob said, pointing at Marcie as she
hunched her pussy forward into the big Doberman's face.
"Her friend doesn't like it as much," Craig commented, turning toward the brunette
screaming in the corner.
Tina was losing control. She had fallen on her back and was now writhing on the dirt
floor, her ass bouncing and sliding up and down while Max took hold of her cunt in his
powerful maw and shook it back and forth. The young brunette began to feel
something hot and tense rising in her pussy, burning into her twat, making her clitty
unsheath and push up from the slicked-down membranes of her snatch and brush
against the furry lower lip of the growling dog. Her fingers pushed through his hot
furry coat, digging into the flesh while her knees slowly rose and pushed against her
panting belly.
Tina was turning on to the animal, responding to his caresses, giving up her pussy to
his licking tongue and probing snout. She hunched, pushing her twat against Max's
face, impaling her pussy on his pointed mouth. The dog growled, snapping playfully at
her right cuntlip. The sensation of those teeth gently piercing her fat, sensitive lips
drove Tina crazy. She'd never felt anything like that before in her life. The brunette
clawed at the big dog, screaming and laughing at the same time while hunching and
fucking her cunny into Max's face. The short fur around his muzzle was slicked down
with the girl's hot pussy juice. From a reluctant virgin Tina had turned into an animal
fucking machine.
"Tina, oh my God!" Marcie cried when the boys moved around the girl, picked her up
like a sack of flour and turned her around.
Marcie saw herself several days ago – hot, inexperienced, desperate for some relief for
that itchy ache turning her into a wild slut. The girl cried and begged for the kind of
fuck she would have blushed to have heard about a few days ago. She squirmed and
hunched backward while Max continued pushing his cold snout against her pussy.
Marcie realized how obscene this position was. And she'd been in that same position a
few days before and thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
"Please, please," Tina begged.
Her ass faced Marcie now. The blonde watched the girl and the dog locked together in
a passionate, depraved embrace. Max needed little encouragement from Tina when he
moved forward, jumping up and sliding quickly onto the girl's body. Tina grunted with
the sudden weight, then readjusted her position to accommodate the fucking animal.
Max quickly penetrated the grunting brunette. With one thrust he forced his knobby
prick into her hot wet cunny. The girl's head snapped back at the first penetration. Her
eyes glazed over with a strange look while her arms and legs trembled with excitement.
Throwing her head from side to side, Tina let out with a series of animal grunts and
yowls that matched Max's.
"Huhhhhr! Nooooo, hhhhhhrrrrr!" the girl cried over and over, shaking her tiny ass
back and forth, nearly knocking Max off her body with her jerky movements.
His cock slid in and out of the tight furry hole, dragging out more hot juice with every
outward thrust. He banged that large knot again and again against her cunt, crushing
her swollen labes with the pressure. Tina hunched down low, circling her ass over and
over as she tried to rub her stiffened clitty shaft against the slick bumpy sides of the
doggie prong as often as possible.
Tina spread her knees apart further, thinking she would piss from excitement if she
didn't cum soon. Cum, what a wonderful word. It was something Tina hadn't thought
much about. And yet now it was one thing obsessing her mind. In a sudden perverse
thought the brunette wondered what it would be like to have that big knob slamming
against her cunny inside her.
"AHHHHH!" Tina cried out sharply, those cries turning into soft, low moans. His
furry balls flattened against the bottom junction of her cuntlips. And then Tina
suddenly felt something swelling up inside her, filling her pussy more than before. The
girl's face became red and pinched when she realized what was happening.
Max was cumming. His fat, long, knobby prong was expanding, winding up for the big
shoot. The girl pinched her cuntal muscles together.
"Oh Tina, Tina," Marcie sobbed, turning her head for a minute and watching the
brunette spin off into a mindless, obscene orgasm.
The girl fell back, scissoring her legs tightly over Max's head and rolling partially over
on her side. She carried the dog with her, growling, snapping, yelping while he jerked
his small tight ass again and again, driving his spurting dick into her cumming cunny.
Tina's buttocks jiggled and twisted from side to side, her flesh puckering up at the
burning spasms ripping through her soft, wet hot pussy. Again and again her head
snapped back while her hands clawed and dug at the hard floor. Sweat streamed down
her heaving belly, streaking the dirt already packed into the pores of her skin. Her hair
had become a tangled, matted black mass of strands plastered down on her face.
Max growled several more times, thrusting once, then twice more into the moaning girl
before jerking up his hindquarters, putting his big hairy paws against her buttocks, and
pushing himself free.
Tina sighed, then broke down into choked sobs of mixed delight and horror at what
had happened.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she cried over and over, moving her head up against the
floor and wiping tears from under her eyes.
The girl began to come back to her senses and realized gradually the full horror of the
situation. She curled her legs up under her ass, tucking them hard against her body as
she tried to make herself as small as possible. The shame welled up in her heart as the
boys made comments on the jizz oozing from her violated twat.
"So much for that one," Craig said, laughing softly as he watched Tina curl up into a
tight ball and sob softly to herself. "Hey, baby, you ever suck a dog's cock?"
The words horrified the young teenager. She wondered if there was no limit to Craig's
lust for degradation. She would have never dreamed someone like him – on the football
team, honor student – could be so wild and perverse.
"Please. I promise, we won't do anything. We've seen enough. Just let us go!"
"Go on, baby. Wrap those lips around his dick. And then we'll take it from there."
Tina saw from his expression that there was little she could do. Reluctantly the young
girl backed away from the insistent Doberman and swung around on her ass, dropping
her head and sliding back toward the big boner jerking between the animal's shaking
hindquarters.


Chapter 9

The prospect of sucking off an animal sickened the young blonde teenager. She lay on
her back, her shoulder blades pressed against the dirty wooden floor as she scooted
back. The boys howled while Craig tugged at the growling animal, turning him around
so that his stiff cock would be under Marcie's face.
"Go on, baby. It won't hurt you. You've taken it between your legs already," Bob said
as the others laughed.
Marcie sucked in a deep breath, her heart pounding like a triphammer as she reached
up and touched the long, knobby, red rubbery dick. The animal jerked, turning his
head around and snapping angrily. Bob, Craig and Tim held the Doberman while
Marcie raised her head and opened her mouth. She smelled the odor of stale piss and
shit from the big animal's hanging balls. His strong, white furry underbelly heaved with
excitement as the girl gingerly held the throbbing slick cock, then bent her head back to
take in the cock.
Slowly she brushed her upper lip along the greasy knobby sides of the animal's prong.
The Doberman let out a yelp, his eyes rolling in his head while he looked with fear and
Confusion at the surrounding boys. He wondered what was happening to him. Marcie
felt her belly contract and turn over. She tasted something foul, something that made
her want to retch, to vomit on the floor.
That jizz, the idea of it going down in her stomach made her want to scream and get
away. But it was useless. Forcing herself, the young blonde slid her mouth further
along, her lips sliding over the bumps until she had several inches of the Doberman's
dick in her mouth. And then she felt her stomach turn over. Gasping for air, the girl
pulled out from under the dog, her hands gripped tightly around her belly while dry
heaves tore at her body.
"What's the matter, baby? Too strong for you?" Craig asked, his big hands on his hips
while Marcie still gasped and fought to keep from throwing up. Bob bent down,
grabbing her roughly, throwing her around the room until she was crying out in pain
and anger.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she sobbed, her forehead striking the wooden leg of a heavy table
near the center of the room.
"Too bad we untied her hands before we got her down on the floor. Little bitch
scratched my leg," Bob said, rubbing his right calf where a trickle of blood oozed
through his body hairs.
"She'll pay for that," Craig said menacingly. He reached down and grabbed her long
blonde hair, yanking up hard.
Marcie shrieked, her eyelids fluttering while her hands shot up and clawed helplessly at
the killing pain. Her asscheeks bounced obscenely on the floor, her titties jiggling and
bouncing with her jerky movements.
"Back," Craig almost shouted, pushing her down on the floor.
This time her fuck was different from the first. Half in a daze the girl saw the
Doberman approach her, his head down and swaying from side to side menacingly
while a string of drool hung down from his powerful maw. His eyes burned with lust,
fastened onto her snatch. His nostrils quivered with excitement.
Then in a second he was on top of her, his big paws pressed hard on her upper chest.
The girl cried out, twisting her helpless body from side to side. Her big titties rolled
together, shaking with her writhing while her knees jerked up, then fell apart.
The big black Doberman's red cock dangled like a huge, thick rubber hose. Marcie
jerked her head up once, looked at what was going to slice into her cunny, then
dropped her head back and let out a long, low wail of despair. To think she could be
reduced to performing like this. And what was worse, the girl knew she'd like it.
Nothing in the world would be able to stop the fife building in her pussy – a fire she
could even feel building now.
Then he moved, shifting position, dragging his sharp claws across her white flesh and
leaving long red streaks where the nails were. Marcie cried out at the pain, then felt a
dull, thudding series of spasms pulsating deep in her pussy. The act of degradation
itself, the hurt, the knowledge that this animal was about to violate her in the worst,
most unholy way was turning her on! Oh God, how she sobbed, wanting to go home,
wanting to be safe in bed alone.
The Doberman's wild howling brought her back to reality. Marcie knew he'd attack
soon if he weren't satisfied. Reluctantly, with choked, strangled sobs the young blonde
raised her knees slowly, feeling her cuntlips unstick and peel back in a perverted
welcome to the horrifying rape about to happen. The Doberman's hind legs quivered,
moved back and forth, then bent as he positioned himself for the initial thrust.
"Ah! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHRRR!" Marcie cried. She felt as if a long, wet hose
had been slipped into her cunny. She felt the slick knobby bumps on the animal's cock
plop into the mouth of her cunny. Her legs bobbed up and down while the Doberman's
dick reamed out her juicing, sucking snatch. This animal's fucking was far more brutal
and brain-searing than Max's. She could feel the big dog's hot breath searing her
jiggling titties. His drool slicked down her throat and upper chest while his claws sliced
into her tender flesh.
She felt animal fur all over her. Babbling and twisting from side to side like a speared
fish, Marcie fed her pussymeat to the fucking animal, clenching her cuntal muscles,
tilting her pussy mound in every direction to get the maximum amount of friction
possible. Her ass danced crazily on the floor while short gasping breaths made her face
turn red and puffy. A strange wild lust was rippling through her twat. It was as if a
thousand arrows were fired into her clitty, penetrating every nerve-ending of her body.
The girl fought the tears of that passion while her pussy juices slicked down the
probing, slicing doggie prong more and more.
And then her orgasm came – powerful, all consuming, making the girl drag her hands
up and cup her titties. She squeezed those mounds until she thought her stiff nipples
would pop off. And still that itchy ache continued. If only the animal's cock were a little
larger – like Craig's. Oh God, if she could only have that filled feeling. And still that
wouldn't be enough, the girl realized through the fog encasing her mind. She'd turned
into some kind of animal, some kind of woman people talk about only in hushed
whispers. Cockmeat, dickmeat – that was all she could think about. She needed pricks,
any kind of cock – man, animal, anything just as long as it would satisfy that achy urge
in her snatch.
Marcie laughed a wild, insane laugh, squeezing her sweaty titties harder while she
rocked from side to side. The explosion spread to her clitty now. The girl raised her ass
off the floor, squeezing her sphincter muscles and trapping the big animal's honey knob
inside her cumming snatch.
Blades of fire stabbed through her asshole and cunny as another wave of orgasmic
spasms knifed through her pussy. Marcie thrashed, then felt herself floating off the
floor. The girl relaxed, falling back to the floor. Her knees spread weakly apart.
The Doberman shuddered above her. His nostrils flared while his black eyes rolled
crazily in his head. Marcie still squeezed her tits, watching the animal's jaw slacken and
reveal two straight rows of criss-crossed teeth. Their razor sharpness stimulated Marcie
once more. To think that those teeth were inches away from her twat, ready to rip apart
her fleshy cuntal lips at any second. The idea tightened the girl's cunny again. She
worked her labes up and down the plunging boner, milking her snatch at its knobby
sides as she felt her clitty getting hard again. A string of drool ran out of one corner of
her mouth while she hunched and fucked up at the big dog.
"Oh, OHHHHH!" Marcie screamed, dropping her ass to the floor.
She felt the Doberman's cock swell up and vibrate. He was close to cumming. She knew
he would blow her apart with his powerful stream of animal cum. Marcie laughed and
sobbed, rocking her thighs back and forth, slamming them against the dog's hunching
hindquarters. She could feel his furry nuts pressing against the bottoms of her
asscheeks.
"More! Huhhhhrrrr! Ohhh, GODDDDD!" Marcie shuddered.
Then she felt something warm and wet shooting inside her and knew the big animal
was firing his load into her. The girl opened her eyes and saw the Doberman shake,
then jerk from side to side. His haunches trembled while his ass settled in the fleshy
saddle of Marcie's upturned thighs. His big red prong jerked and throbbed, sending
thick wads of animal spunk into the young blonde teenager's snatch.
Marcie begged for more, squeezing her cuntal muscles, working her ass back and forth,
hunching up her pussy then bringing it down slowly until she was sure the dog had
finished his cumming.
"Flush her out," Craig said brusquely, smirking as the Doberman pulled out of the girl's
pussy and trotted over to where Max was still licking his shrunken prong. Tim went
outside for a second, then came back with a pail of cold water.
"UHHHHH!" Marcie cried as the liquid washed over her prone body.
The girl shuddered, curling up her legs as another splash of icy water splashed between
her legs. It was as if a million tiny needles had punctured her flesh. She raised her
hands, scooting backward and wiping the water from her face.
Craig, Bob, Tim and the others all stood in front of her, laughing and telling obscene
jokes about her and Tina while the two dogs lay quietly in one corner of the room
licking their cocks. Marcie wanted to scream but fought down the desire and sat
quietly.
"Let's finish this off for a while," Craig said thickly. He pushed his hands down to his
fly, unzipping the trousers quickly and pulling out that familiar cock.
Marcie shuddered when she saw it snake out from between the parted halves of his
pants. It was that dick that started it all. And yet the girl couldn't take her eyes off it.
Even after all that had happened – recently and more in the past – the sight of Craig's
fat, cunt-slitting prick excited her terribly.
The big football player moved slowly up to her, his prong swaying seductively from side
to side. The other boys watched him like a hawk, their hands rubbing their respective
crotches. Marcie wiped the remaining water off her face and leaned forward, her hands
on her knees while she straightened her back and tilted her head upward slightly,
forming an O with her lips. She could feel the heat of his cock against her face now.
His balls were pushed tightly against the root of his fat cock.
A sudden emotion rose in her and the girl reached up and fondled the cock. She felt the
big iron-hard rod surge with lust. It thickened between her fingers. Craig shut his eyes
and groaned softly now, rocking slowly back and forth against her hands.
"Baby, suck that cock the way you sucked it before. Yeah, yeah," Craig moaned. The
thought crossed Marcia's mind that she could probably twist off that dick or bite it. The
boys would run in confusion and she and Tina might get away. But another look at that
fat dick told her another story. She couldn't say no to something like that. Her cunny
was getting too hot and tight now. She was a prisoner of her own lust, not of these
boys. Marcie knew she could have escaped if she really wanted to. But these boys were
providing her with pleasures she would never have the courage to get on her own.
Grunting, she started working her wet lips down the dry shaft. The girl slickened the
shaft with spittle, finally stopping at the cock's big root. The young blonde had
swallowed all of Craig's throbbing rod in her mouth. Its flanged head was pushing
against the back of her throat. Gagging, Marcie pressed the insides of her mouth
against the big dick, sucking hard, drawing the bleach-tasting pre-cum down her throat.
As Craig groaned and twisted, Marcie felt her pussy responding. The faster she sucked
his cock, the more rapidly her clitty shaft throbbed. The cock veins grew larger and
pulsed with lust while cum oozed up from his tight-fitting balls and packed down in the
center tube leading to the mouth-embedded head. Craig's nuts finally spilled out from
his opened trousers, swinging back and forth, rubbing against the girl's chin every time
he drove his cock into her stretched, wet hot mouth. Marcie groaned again.
Marcie chewed and tongue-patted the swollen dick, making hungry noises with her
mouth as she drew him closer to cumming. Without missing a stroke, the girl spread
her cuntlips. They parted with a soft, sticky sound. Craig heard them come apart and
grunted with approval. The girl slid two fingers into her dewy pussy, sighing and
shuddering as she fingered her clitty. The rapid tugging and stroking she gave that
swollen sex spindle made her suck the young boy faster.
"Go on, you fuckin' bitch. Suck that mother! Fuckin' Jesus, she gives good head!" Craig
grunted out, slamming his groin harder and harder into the girl's flushed face.
In an instant Craig was shooting, spurting his cum into her mouth. The girl relaxed her
lips, sucking in air and gasping to fill her lungs as more and more of the sticky cum
spilled down her throat.
Craig swayed from side to side, his hands against the sides of Marcie's head while he
fed his dickmeat slowly into her welcoming mouth. He could feel her breathing deep
and hard. He heard her gagging, retching, sounding as if she were drowning in an
ocean as more and more of his spunk dumped down her throat.
Finally the cumming was over. The young man sighed, leaning back and rubbing his
bare belly with satisfaction. Marcie leaned back, dropping his flaccid cock from her lips.
A string of white cum trickled out from one corner of her mouth. He had cum, but her
cunny was still hot. Still hot! Marcie almost laughed. She'd been fucked and fucked,
and still she couldn't have enough.
"Look at her!" Bob said, pointing to the girl as she kept on fingering herself. "I'll take
care of that," Bob said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his boner.
In a flash the big blonde football player was on top of Marcie, pushing her down to the
floor and pinning her flailing arms and legs to the floor. He settled between her smooth
thighs, his cock thrusting even before he'd spread apart her taut little cuntal cleft.
Marcie gasped and jerked her head back while his cock blistered her cunny. The weight
penetrated, pushing the cuntlips back, spread the cunt muscles apart, and finally struck
her clitty. The girl cried out again as he stuck all his cock in to her tight cuntal sheath
with one quick blow. The nerves in her pussy sang and throbbed while his rapid,
machine-like stroking drove her wild.
The girl was terrified by this mindless attack. Even the dog was more gentle. And yet
there was no escape from this stabbing cock. His prick drove in deeply, pulling back
and plunging ahead once more without any sign of respite. The girl felt the needles of
his attack ripping through her tight little cunny. She tightened her pussy muscles,
clenching them in an attempt to slow down his attack. The tighter she clenched,
however, the stronger Bob made his attack.
The girl begged him to slow down, but he didn't listen. Her cries seemed to excite him
more. The others laughed, watching Marcie twist and writhe helplessly under the big
blonde, beg him to slow down so she could at least enjoy this wild raping fuck.
As his cock hammered her aching pussy, he reached under the girl's ass and grabbed at
her sore buttocks. He was digging his stumpy nails into her full asscheeks. The more
Marcie screamed as he put pressure on those sore cheeks, the faster and more brutal he
hammered his cock in her snatch.
"Please, don't! Oh God, you've done so much to me! P-please, s-s-stop it!" Marcie
begged, her pleas dissolving into shrieks and then finally sobs of despair.
Bob ignored the girl, pinching and stabbing her buttocks with his fingernails while he
beat her cunt with his cock. He drove faster and faster with short, jabbing strokes.
Marcie shuddered and felt the heat of his cock burn all the way to her womb. Her clitty
ached, throbbed and twitched. She twisted in a counter rhythm to Bob's fucking,
hoping to get off on this wild fucking in spite of the boy's obvious unconcern for her
own pleasure.
"You love it this way, baby, don't you?" Bob grunted, stopping his fucking action for a
while and peering down at the writhing, twisting young blonde.
Marcie opened her eyes and looked back. She knew he could see down to the rotten
core of her soul. He knew what turned her on. She could see they were partners in the
same crime, even though she was constantly begging for him to let her go. They were
all part of the same sick game. Marcie didn't really want to go – not just yet.
Poor Tina. If only she could guess what kind of person her friend was really. Marcie
had inadvertently dragged a poor innocent like that brunette into an arena that people
like her, Bob and Craig were only fit to play in.
"Yeah, baby, you like the rough stuff better 'n me and Craig 'n Tim and the others.
Well, you're gonna get it all the way," he said meaningfully.
Marcie didn't know what he meant by the last part of his sentence. But she realized
what he told her long before. She was loving this cruelty and admitted that. Fucked by
animals; fucked in a rough way by the boys; even beaten and thrown around like they
did to her and Tina when the two girls first got there turned her on. She wondered
what kind of perverse incident in her past could have made her into something like she
was.
"Ahhh, AHHH!" the girl cried in response to Bob's taunts.
She twisted and bucked, riding his stabbing, greasy dickpole, begging silently for more
and more cockmeat. The more he fed her, the more she wanted. She raised her legs and
scissored them tightly around the big blonde's thick neck, squeezing them so tightly
together she thought she could strangle him with her calves if she wanted. The balls of
her feet banged crazily against his back with every forward thrust he made.
Craig laughed as his buddy kept fucking, increasing the force of his thrust into her
cunt. Marcie was weakening. She felt her legs slipping from his neck onto his
shoulders. Her cunny was growing slack, winding up for the big punch that would be
the granddaddy of her cums.
"Now, now, now," she panted in low, thick grunts. She was a fucking machine, an
animal bitch in heat, yowling to her lover for a harder, faster fuck. Sweat poured over
her flesh, sleeking down her skin, burning into her eyes and nose, making the girl slide
over the floor as if it were greased with Crisco.
"Gonna cum," Bob grunted.
He closed his eyelids tightly. The veins stood out in his neck and his chest rose and fell
mightily. The girl watched his flat belly suck in and his groin tremble. And then Bob
slammed ahead, spurting cum, jerking back, and raking her clitty with his massive
spurting cock. His jizz shot just as she came. Marcie cried out again and again, feeling
herself losing consciousness several times from the punching blow of her cum. Yet she
fought for survival, raking the floor with her fingers. She wished it could last forever.
But as all good things, it came to an end and Marcie was faced with the horrible
question of what next?


Chapter 10

Tina had remained curled up in a tight little ball all through Marcie's multiple rape.
Occasionally the girl's choked sobs broke through all the grunting, screaming and
barking. But she refused to turn around and see what was causing all the commotion.
All she could think of was the vile way her pussy had been violated, and the awful way
she'd responded to it. She wanted to get out of the cabin, but she seemed to lack the
strength to get up and move.
Marcie meanwhile was also on the floor, her legs spread widely apart as Bob's jizz still
trickled maddeningly through her frazzled cunthairs, dribbling down through those
tight blonde little curls to her thighs.
"You think they had enough?" Tim asked, turning around and looking at the two
young girls.
"They won't talk any more. I think we've taught em a good lesson. Shit, they'll be too
scared to talk to anybody about anything now," Bob said.
"Maybe. But I wanna make sure. Old Tim'll take care of that," Craig said, rubbing his
chin thoughtfully and staring at Marcie.
The blonde had raised her head and was watching them closely. It was obvious she was
picking up something.
"Hey. You almost killed the Stoner girl with ol' Tim," Bob said, his face showing
concern.
"I'm not gonna try it on the brunette. She's out like a light. But the blonde..."
Marcie felt her skin crawl. What kind of degradation did they have planned for her?
"You watch the other one," Craig said to Tim, nodding in Tina's direction while he
moved over to Marcie and slipped one hand under her arm.
"What are you doing?" the girl asked, fear rising in her like a flood.
He was dragging her to the door. Marcie offered little resistance now. She felt it was
useless and only gave the boys more pleasure. Besides, she decided it was useless to
fight against both herself and them.
"You'll find out," Craig said, pushing her through the doorway, onto the porch, then
down the steps.
It was dark, although a full moon overhead illuminated the barren landscape with an
eerie, silver light. The shadows seemed threatening, and desert land glowed strangely.
"Over here," the boy said, taking the girl now by the wrist and leading her around the
cabin to the rear. The others followed, whispering and laughing softly. Marcie felt cold.
She was naked, and the chill night air made her bare flesh pucker up. The rough
ground and stones cut at the soles of her feet. When would it end? She could tell the
boys were getting a little tired of their game and would probably drive her and Tina
home. But what was this latest degradation in store for her?
That question was answered almost immediately when they turned a corner and came
onto a small corral. Marcie's eyes widened when she saw a small black burro standing
in the middle of the enclosure, his head twisted around and facing them. She saw his
eyes glitter curiously. Then Craig pushed her forward.
"Go on, baby. Meet your new boyfriend."
"NOOOO!" the blonde shrieked, falling to her knees and jerking wildly in an attempt
to pull free from the tight, hurting grip.
"Come on," Craig said, jerking her up to her feet.
Marcie stumbled across the remainder of the space between her and the mule, sobbing
uncontrollably. She twisted her head from side to side, glancing at the mule in fear and
horror as Craig and the others opened the gate and shoved her in. The mule stomped
nervously, braying and backing away from the intruders.
"Easy, boy. Got a new girl for you," Craig said, moving up to the donkey and stroking
the short, powerful neck with his fingers and looking at Marcie.
The boys held her, then forced her down to her knees when Craig took the mule by the
neck and led him up to the girl. Marcie looked up with wide, wild eyes. She saw the
animal's cock swaying like a huge tree trunk between his hindquarters. Already it was
stiffening. That she could see – swelling and stiffening, growing longer and longer as he
came closer to the kneeling blonde. Others had been here before. That was obvious.
And what had they suffered? Who were they at school? Should they form some sort of
club? That last crazy idea shot through her head as the young blonde teenager realized
her moment for a donkey-fuck was almost here.
"Get her on the fence," Craig ordered.
Bob and the others pulled Marcie up from the ground, turning her around and
dragging her sobbing and shrieking and twisting to the low wooden fence surrounding
the corral. They draped her over the second rail, her knees dangling inches from the
ground while her arms stuck out helplessly in front of her. The girl's ass was completely
exposed to any rear attack, and that's exactly what Craig and the others wanted.
Without saying another word, Craig led the donkey up to Marcie, stroking his neck all
the while and talking softly to calm him down. But the mule's attention was more on
those two rounded asscheeks rising like double moons in front of him. Tiny tendrils of
cuntal curls peeked out from around the bottoms of Marcie's exposed asscheeks.
"Push her up a little," Craig ordered.
Some of the boys tilted her forward and up, spreading her thighs a little to give the
donkey room. In an instant the mule caught sight of his target – that long, fleshy slit.
"Careful. The last time you almost broke his leg," Bob warned.
"Don't worry about me or him," the dark-haired boy said, moving the mule up to
Marcie.
The girl could feel the animal's heat radiating through the air to her flesh. There were
the sounds of stomping hooves behind her. And then came the awful sensation of the
donkey's rough, hot wet tongue slobbering over her asscheeks. The girl cried out,
shutting her eyelids tightly and wriggling helplessly on the fence post. Splinters from
the rough-hewn wood pinched and speared her belly flesh. Her toes scraped the ground
while her hands flailed wildly and futilely in the air. She yelled and threatened, hoping
her shouts would frighten the animal. But the donkey kept on licking, slicking down
her ass with his spittle. She could feel his broad cold nose now nuzzling her cuntal cleft.
It was bigger than the dog's.
Marcie cried out, wishing she could die. To think a filthy animal like that was going to
fuck her...! The girl wanted to go crazy, anything than live through a filthy obscenity
like that.
And then she felt the fence give way under her. It sagged, and Marcie knew why. The
big mule was being led onto it. She was under the donkey's belly, his forelegs shaking
unsteadily on either side of her narrow shoulders. And then there was something hot
and hard wiping back and forth across her asscheeks. His cock! Oh God, they were
going to make her fuck his cock now. She wasn't ready. It would rip her apart. They'll
kill her, then bury her somewhere in these hills. Of that Marcie was sure. Oh God, to
die like this!
"Get ready, baby," Craig said.
Before she could say anything, the girl felt something pushing against her outer labes.
Marcie sucked in a deep breath and tried to relax her cuntal muscles. She felt her
cuntlips peeling back; felt the long, smooth, black, funnel-shaped donkey cock slicing
through her pussy cleft, burrowing like a wild animal into the velvety warm black
depths of her snatch. The girl lay still, her heart beating so wildly she thought it would
tear through her ribcage. More and more of that mule's dickmeat was fed into her
pussy. The boys stood back in awe while the animal slowly lowered his powerful ass
and drove in his cock. They watched as his black tail swished jerkily back and forth.
"Uhhh, no, no! Oh God, you're tearing me apart!" the girl cried.
Marcie felt the blood rushing to her head, making her dizzy with horror and pain as
still more of the animal's dick buried itself into her snatch. There was the sharp odor of
stale piss and shit invading her nostrils. Marcie realized she'd been reduced to that.
Fucked by a donkey.
"Okay, let him fuck."
The big mule realized he couldn't push in any deeper without tearing the girl apart.
Marcie's yowls, her twisting, her shrieks of pain told the big donkey that. Quickly he
began his fucking, raising his big ass up and down, reaming out her cunt with his long,
hose-like rubbery black cock. Marcie cried out again and again, struggling against this
horrible fuck. There was no pleasure in this rape. The girl could feel the donkey's cock
began to grow fatter and longer, vibrating inside her.
The boys watched old Tim's ears prick up, then twist around and around as his ass
bobbed back and forth. A loud braying announced his cumming. Marcie stiffened, her
body becoming like a piece of concrete while the animal dumped his load of spunk in
her overly stretched cunt.
The girl cried out sharply, feeling a gusher erupt inside her pussy. More and more hot
jizz spattered in, bathing every recess of her snatch with the thick, white, sticky fluid.
Marcie could feel her cunt ballooning out, then stretching to the point of tearing apart
because of the intense shooting pressure. Jizz spilled out from around the edges of her
snatch and down her jerking legs. More and mo re cum came. There seemed to be no
end to it all. The splinters digging into her belly; the shouts of the boys; the triumphant
braying of the donkey. It all spun around and around in Marcie's head until she finally
lost consciousness. A comforting blackness swirled around her head. The last thing she
heard was Craig shouting that they'd better take her down, wash her off and take her
and the brunette bitch home.

* * *

"It's time for a douche, slut."
"Oh God, don't do this to me. Please, please," Marcie pleaded.
The ropes cut into her wrists. Her arms ached from the position they were tied in –
high over her head to the beam running the length of the cabin. Craig was smearing
something greasy and foul over her thighs. It smelled like meat gone bad.
After coating her labes with the thick oily substance, Craig stepped back and admired
his work. Marcie's thighs tensed. The smell of her sharp cuntjuice mingled with the
stench of the grease. She knew what was going to happen. They'd played this game
many times before. Craig peered up at her and grinned.
"You take it on really great, bitch. Really good." His sharp laugh resounded against the
damp walls of the familiar cabin. Marcie's eyes rolled with obscene pleasure while Craig
gripped her left buttock, digging his nails into the softness of her flesh. He held tightly
while he worked more of that grease into her puckered snatch. "Oh!" she groaned. "It
smells awful."
"It's perfume to some," Craig said, laughing at his private joke.
The blonde smeared the grease all through her eager young pussy, making Marcie
groan and twist in obscene ecstasy. He could feel her snatch begin to throb and fill with
juice. The girl drew her knees up toward her belly, trying to hide the workings of her
cunt. But Craig jerked her legs apart once more, exposing the still tight narrow slit. The
darkening pink lips were greasy, and the stench of her impending orgasm aroused the
boy. He could have fucked her right there. But they both were waiting for something
else – something far more obscene and delicious than any human fuck could be.
"Okay, boy, up," Craig shouted, twisting his head around. The big Doberman that had
ravaged Marcie earlier leaped up from his sitting position, his blood-heavy cock swaying
back and forth as he trotted eagerly up to the blonde's dangling legs. As Marcie tugged
pitifully on her bonds and churned her hips, her titties bounced and swelled with
excitement. Sweat trickled down her cleavage, zig-zagging over her tense flat belly and
down into her tight slit. Her buttocks rippled as though rebelling from some unseen
horror.
Marcie shut her eyes and snapped her head back, slamming it against the wall behind
her. When she reopened her eyes she saw the dog – big, hungry, his head dipped down
and his tongue dripping with thick saliva. The skin around his eyes tightened and the
short black fur pelt bristled. The nose fell to the trail of the grease left by Craig. 
His tail dropped. The grease was animal fat laced with bitch perfume. Marcie watched in
fascination as his cock, long, thin and red-tipped, started to grow.
The Doberman spattered the floor with spittle as it followed the trail to Marcie. Soon he
was under her curled toes. The thick tongue hung from his sharp white teeth while he
raised his head and sniffed up at her.
"Up, boy, up."
The animal leaped, fastening its big paws on Marcie's hips and buried its jaws between
her legs. The blonde cried out, twisting and jerking against the wall behind her. But the
big dog's tongue drilled into her hole, crushing her clitty, setting off a wild orgasm in
her cunny.
The young girl screamed over and over, writhing and bucking as she tried to shake the
Doberman loose. His toenails dug and tore at her tender flesh. His nose brushed
against her flat groin while his tongue slobbered up the juices gushing out of her slit.
He licked at her clitty and then down into her tight hole. Another orgasm rippled
through her hole. God, oh God, when would it end?
Then the big jaws snapped against the silky white mound while the tongue attacked
Marcie's little clit again. Another cum boiled and speckled her thighs, covering the
dog's nose and filling its nostrils. Marcie swung against the tongue. She could feel his
teeth against her cuntlips. Oh God, how good it felt. Oh God, she hoped now it would
never end. Looking down, Marcie saw the dog's cock grow large, like a big, red finger.
"Okay. Now for the good part," Craig said, reaching up and untying the knot that kept
Marcie tied and stretched against the wall.
Slowly she sank to the floor, her hands still tied tightly together. The cold dampness of
the wooden floor felt good against her hot ass. The big Doberman came into his own
now. Leaping forward, it pinned her to the floor, drilling into her snatch and triggering
a series of obscene multiple orgasms that surprised even Craig. The combined odors of
Marcie's cuntal juices and his pre-cum excited the dog. While the animal sliced his slim
prick through her firm cuntal sheath, it dropped his heavy jaw between her rolling
titties. The heat from his scalding spittle seemed to penetrate into the very being of
Marcie's soul.
In the back of her mind Marcie could hear Craig laughing and encouraging the dog.
But the blonde was too wrapped up in her orgasms, spasms she could no longer
control. His assault left her gasping and weak, and her cunt a boiling kettle of bubbly
juices. There were orgasms on top of orgasms with the fucking animal. The young
teenager couldn't tell where one left off and the other began. Strange needles pricked
her cunt. She knew it was the sharp bones of the dog's underbody gouging her thighs
as the cock split and reamed her cunny. Then the dog howled, and Marcie knew he was
cumming.
The girl threw her legs around the animal's lower frame, drawing him closer to her. She
rolled back and forth, her buttocks scraping the floor while the dog fired and fired his
jizz into her snatch. The big Doberman pushed his cock into her smarting, itchy cunt,
pressing his flanks against her body and dumped his spunk quickly.
"Oh God, God!" Marcie cried as the animal pulled out and trotted off to lick himself.
Craig leaned against the wall, his hands on his thighs. "You really dig this stuff. It's a
good thing you learned about yourself, baby. I'm glad."
Marcie looked up at him, afraid to smile, afraid still to admit to herself what she'd
become. After that night with the donkey the girl had been revived, washed, dressed
and driven home with Tina. Neither girl wanted to talk about what happened, and soon
drifted apart. And yet Marcie couldn't help wondering how delicious it would all be if it
were to happen again. Finally, unable to control the urgings of her body, the girl
contacted Craig. Once a week they came secretly to this cabin. No one, not even his
buddies, knew what was happening between the two of them. It was game-playing time
in the most uninhibited way. They fantasized, did things that would have sickened
Marcie weeks ago. It was the beginning of a whole new life for her.
"Oh God, what happened to me?" Marcie asked honestly, rolling her big blue eyes up
at Craig.
"I don't know baby. But whatever it was, it was the best thing for me," he said thickly,
bending down and pulling the young blonde up tightly against the wall for yet another
round.


THE END
