DEBBIE'S DOG SHOW
By Janet McCoy


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 stage and
performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who surreptitiously join the
neighborhood mate-swappers.
Debbie is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lurk
perverse passions of which she is not even aware, passions waiting only for the proper
stimulus to arouse them.
DEBBIE'S DOG SHOW – a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of
its real problems.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Debbie had never seen anything to equal it!
The pretty blonde was kneeling in front of the big dog, her skimpy dress pulled way up
over her asscheeks. There was no question about it! This was part of the act! The
woman was going to fuck the dog in front of everybody!
Debbie had been enthusiastic when her boyfriend Matt suggested they spend the
evening at a private sex club. Sex between her and Matt had always been an exciting
thing. Almost right from the first moment they met they had begun to investigate one
another's hot eager bodies.
Lately, though, things had been going a bit stale. Instead of two or three times a day,
now they sometimes didn't fuck for two or three days at a stretch. Both she and Matt
hoped being voyeurs for an evening would put back some of the old spark.
The teenaged redhead had been trembling with anticipation all day. She was going to
watch other people fuck! What a turn-on!
Not for one minute had it occurred to her that she would be watching a woman, who
didn't look much older than herself, fucking a powerful-looking German shepherd!
From their comfortable vantage point right in front of the stage, Debbie and Matt could
hear the blonde's low groans. Debbie could feel Matt's restlessness next to her. She cast
him a quick glance. His eyes shone as he drank in the blonde's shameless squirmings.
The sight of his lust brought a surge of wetness to Debbie's cunt. She looked back at
the stage.
The dog's bright-red hard-on hung obscenely from his cock-sheath. Debbie sucked in a
quick gasp of air as she stared at it. It was so big! How was the woman on stage going
to take all that hard cock into her cunt?
With a mixture of envy and awe, she looked toward the woman's face. The blonde
seemed to have no such doubts about her capacities. She wore a lusty grin as she
wriggled her ass in the animal's face. Debbie watched her features seem to dissolve and
then come together again as she sighed pleasurably. The dog's long pink tongue had
just taken a swipe at the slit between her asscheeks.
"Oh Stud baby!" Debbie heard her say. "That's it, boy! Lick my pussy! Get me good
and wet so I'll be ready for that big hard cock of yours!"
Debbie's pussy was so wet now, she could feel the juices of her readiness soaking
through her panty crotchband. It was so... so depraved! A woman begging a dog to lick
her cunt! Telling him to get her ready for his hard cock!
The redhead's eyes were big as saucers. She watched that deft tongue lick up between
the blonde's buttocks time and time again. Each time the woman's moans grew louder,
more abandoned. The watching teenager had no doubt that the half-naked performer
was intensely turned on by her act. Debbie could even catch the little beads of sweat on
her forehead as she turned around to survey the animal's progress. The look of sheer
greed on the blonde's face as her eyes dropped to the dog's hard-on made Debbie's twat
pulse fiercely.
Debbie had always been bold in her pursuit of the pleasures of the flesh. From the age
of thirteen, she had tried anything and everything that came her way. By the time she
was seventeen, she had been ready for a forty-year-old boyfriend like Matt. The big man
had had some things to teach her, and Debbie had proved a quick and eager pupil. The
redhead herself had thought that there was nothing sexual left that could surprise and
shock her.
She was wrong! The blonde with the hots for a German shepherd was showing her
something new about the limits of sexuality!
Though she was very surprised and shocked, Debbie was far too much of a sensualist
not to be captivated by what she saw. The very perversion of the sight before her – the
big German shepherd with his nose eagerly buried against a woman's ass while she
mewled encouragement – forced Debbie to respond to it. She loved the idea that she
could be shown something new. She was intrigued by a woman who could dare to go
onstage and, in front of a group of high-paying customers, abandon her body to
depravity. She could almost imagine herself in the woman's place. Thumbing her nose
at the world, at morality, at propriety. Waving her ass in the face of a hungry, long
tongued dog with the appetite of a true lecher.
"God... I see it, but I don't believe it." She didn't bother to take her eyes off the 
woman and dog when she spoke.
The trembling passion in his young lover's voice wrested Matt's attention from the
stage. He watched Debbie's beautiful big eyes sparkle as she watched every move of the
lewd twosome. He watched the sensual lips, slightly parted, quiver in response to the
other woman's pleasure. With quick confidence, he slipped his hand up under Debbie's
skirt, found the soaked crotchband of the teenager's panties. "Christ, your pussy's
sopping wet, you greedy little cunt you! Turns you on, eh, baby! Do you wish it was
you up there on that stage?"
The feel of her tender yielding pussylips through the clinging material made his cock
throb painfully. Though he had known about the dog act tonight, Matt had neglected
to tell Debbie about it. He had feared she might refuse to go, knowing what she would
see.
He should have known better! Debbie had never yet voiced any moral objections to
anything sexual. He was beginning to think she had no sense of morality at all!
Well, that suited him just fine, he told himself. After all, he was the guy reaping all the
rewards of her sexual appetites. There was just the tiniest reservation, deep in his soul.
He cast it aside. Things were getting hot and heavy on the stage. He didn't want to
miss a minute or a stroke of what was to come. He kept his fingers pressed suggestively
against Debbie's wet cunt.
The first instant she felt the finger against her panty crotch, Debbie cast quick nervous
looks to the left and right. She needn't have worried. The room was almost dark, except
for the stage. What glimpses she could catch of couples at other tables suggested they
might be even farther along than were she and Matt. She was sure she could see a
blonde head bobbing up and down over a lap.
This new realization of what was going on all around her gave the redhead a thrill.
Knowing now that it was all right, she humped her cunt lightly up against the hand.
She watched events on the stage raptly. The blonde was going for it now!
It was obvious from the look in her eyes that the blonde could take no more of that
long agile tongue. Her big greedy eyes told how frustrated she was. Her ass squirmed
feverishly in the dog's face. Desperately, she pulled her flimsy dress over her head and
cast it aside. She smiled with satisfaction at the hushed "Aaaahh" that swept through
the room as her audience surveyed her nakedness. The woman was obviously a
seasoned performer. She knew just how to tease her audience along, then to knock the
wind out of them at just the right moment.
"Up, boy, up!" Kneeling once again like a bitch in heat, she writhed her ivory asscheeks
in the dog's face. Her full ripe breasts bounced awesomely under her as she strove for
her forbidden goal: the bright-red cock-shaft of a full-grown German shepherd.
For a moment, Debbie and Matt were frozen like two statues. Watching. The dog's
paws wrapped around the woman's hips as he took his instinctive place up behind her.
Once he was firmly in charge of the kneeling female, he began to rut anxiously forward.
His long tongue – that just moments ago had been dealing such pleasure to the
woman's twat – dropped saliva onto her naked back. A low growl escaped his throat as
his goal eluded him thrust after thrust.
Then, with one brutal lunge, he was in her!
His cock disappeared up into the clutching fur-trimmed hole of her cunt.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!"
As she shrieked out her depraved glee, the woman began to writhe urgently, striving to
match her pace to that of the dog. He was fucking her now, in hard and relentless
strokes. Like a puppet on a string, she had no choice but to capture his rhythm and
move with his lead. No woman had ever appeared more delighted with her lot.
"Oh God-d-d! Screw me, Stud darling! Screw meeeee!" The animal ecstasy in her voice
snapped both Matt and Debbie out of their frozen watchfulness. At the same instant,
Debbie began to grind her aroused pussy against Matt's hand, and Matt began to
fumble for a way into the fleshy heat of her familiar cunt. His fingers edged in under
the material of her panties, collided with her swelling clitoris.
"Uuuuuuhhh... feels good!" Debbie sighed and slipped forward slightly in her plush
chair. She parted her thighs lewdly, inviting the fingers to ravish her. Her tongue ran
anxiously over her lips as she watched that long dog-cock – slick now with the
woman's juices – flash in and out of her welcoming hole.
Absorbed as she was in the show, Debbie no longer had the slightest thought for her
fellow-voyeurs. She didn't care who knew her boyfriend was finger-fucking her while
they watched the show... though in the back of her mind was the lulling security that
what was happening onstage was bound to be monopolizing the attention of everyone
around her. Who cared about watching someone take a finger up her cunt when there
was a woman up there in lights taking a dog's cock up into her well-lubricated hole!
The blonde was moaning in abandoned ecstasy. Her buttocks slammed fervently back at
the dog's loins as she welcomed his cock up into her cunt again and again and again.
Debbie felt hypnotized by her rhythm. She thrust her pussy-hole up in search of Matt's
finger. It scarcely even registered on her fevered brain whom the fingers belonged to.
Her fantasy-world right now was monopolized by the woman and the dog. Getting it
off in time to their rhythm was only a side attraction to the perverse joy of being
witness to the most depraved sight of her young life.
Occasionally, alone and bored, Debbie had tried to dream up some kind of fantasy
about women and animals. She had given the idea up. It was too crazy. The angle was
wrong. The fantasy seemed too perverted, even for the broad-minded Debbie. But now
that she was seeing the fantasy in action Debbie no longer had any reservations. She
was completely in harmony with the rapture of the woman on the stage.
"Oooohh! Stick your finger in me deeper!" she whispered to the man beside her. Matt's
rhythm flagged from time to time. He was spellbound by what he was seeing. Even
Debbie's clinging wet hole could not distract him from the sight of the shameless
blonde.
"Ooooohhh, Stud! Fuck me harder, baby! Harder! Deeper! Oooooooohhh!"
The raw abandon in the woman's voice spoke straight to Debbie's guts. Lewdly, the
redhead pulled her dress up to her hips. Her fingers groped for the hard nubbin of her
clitoris. She began to vibrate it while her hips rocked up to meet Matt's fingers as they
soared into her pussy.
Her boyfriend was paying her more attention now. He was awed by how totally his
lover was responding to the obscene act on the stage. He could feel her twat getting
hotter and hotter. Her pussy-muscles clutched greedily at his probing fingers. He
struggled to keep up the pace she was demanding. It thrilled him... finger-fucking his
girlfriend while they both watched a forbidden sex show. He could feel his hard cock
throbbing in his pants. He was looking forward to the teasing thrills of the evening
ahead. The show had just begun!
For Debbie, excitement had swelled to overwhelming climax. "Aaahhhh! Oooohhh!"
While her hand worried her clitoris with lusty speed and energy she let herself sail over
the limits into orgasm. She closed her eyes for a moment, but even with them closed,
she was still seeing the woman onstage.
The abandoned excitement of the blonde fucking the dog haunted her. She felt a
sudden perverse link to the raunchy woman. She wondered about her. She wondered
what had ever brought her to perform in a sex show! To take a dog's cock up into her
snatch in front of an audience of lecherous onlookers!


Chapter 2

As she thrust her ass fiercely back against the big German shepherd, Nancy reveled
voluptuously in the sighs and groans of passion going on all around her. This was the
blonde's ultimate thrill... this was the thing that most pleased her about being a
performer in a sex show. She liked to listen to the helpless moans and wails of her
audience. She enjoyed the satisfaction of having brought a whole roomful of people to
an abandoned peak of ecstasy. She loved being the center of attention.
This was not to underrate the attraction of a good stiff cock applied deep up into her
greedy twat. The dog, Stud, was very well trained. He was the best animal lover Nancy
had ever had, and Nancy had had a lot of them. The young blonde had been around.
As she slammed her ass against Stud's loins, the woman phased in and out on what was
happening around her. She could feel her body climbing higher and higher, lost in its
own realm of pleasure. Then slowly she would drift back in to tune in on her
environment. A long "Ooooohhh" from beyond the lights would make her wriggle
more furiously. Her first interest always was to give a good show.
She knew Stud had fantastic lasting powers. His hard cock would ream her cunt over
and over, until she was a helpless mass of sensation, trembling with the intensity of her
excitement. As she felt the tapered animal cock probe her pussy, she thought back to
the first night, so long ago... the night she had first accepted a dog as a lover...
As usual, Nancy was being disciplined. Her aunt and uncle, who had reluctantly
accepted the task of raising her, had sent her to her room right after supper.
"No more late nights with your pals for you, young lady. We've been hearing some
stories about you that would make your poor parents roll over in their graves."
All of which meant to Nancy that her relatives had heard that she was screwing most of
the boys her own age in the neighborhood – which was true – and were too chicken to
come right out and say so.
Old hypocrites! thought the fourteen-year-old. In fact, her aunt and uncle were just
barely into their thirties, but to the teenager, they were ageless relics, part of the
incomprehensible "older generation". She had never thought of them as sexual beings.
She couldn't have imagined their disapproving faces relaxed into blissful smiles of
ecstasy.
Which was why she was so surprised when she heard the unmistakable grunts of
passion as she crept past their bedroom door later that night. She was on her way to a
rendezvous with a cute-looking boy from down the block, but the sounds stopped her
short.
"Oh God, Harry! Shove it in deeper!"
The old folks are slipping, she thought gratefully as she noticed their bedroom door had
not quite been shut tight. She pushed it just a couple of inches and put her eye to the
crack.
The girl was amazed. She would never have thought either one of them had it in them.
Uncle Harry was shoving his cock up into his aunt's open pussy with the speed and
energy of a boy half his age. And his cock! His cock was much thicker, longer and more
interesting-looking than any Nancy had so far encountered. Uncle Harry was really
hung! She began to look at the older man in a new light, one of outright admiration!
As for Aunt Marian, Nancy had always recognized that she was a pretty woman, but
her uptight behavior had always turned her into a shrew right before the girl's eyes.
Tonight, Aunt Marian looked beautiful.
Her blonde hair, which she usually wore pulled back in a bun, was tumbling wantonly
about her head as Uncle Harry knocked her farther and farther off the bed. Already her
head was falling off the edge of the pillow, but her aunt didn't seem to mind. Her face
was wreathed in a grin of ecstasy. Her mouth seemed to be trying to form words that
came out as incoherent cries of encouragement.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhh..." Her moans faded and bellowed with the rhythm of Harry's strokes.
Each solid thud of his groin against hers – each time his cock was sunk deep in her
pussy – her wails grew.
Aunt Marian was naked, as was Uncle Harry. Her large tits bounced on her chest in a
captivating routine that had Nancy straining for a closer look. The girl's own breasts
were still modest in size and the sight of her aunt's generous orbs filled her with a
perverse fascination coupled with a wistful envy. Nancy found herself hoping that she
would take after Aunt Marian's side of the family.
As a fierce throbbing began in her young pussy Nancy switched her gaze to her uncle's
strong buttocks as they clenched and unclenched in the desperate rhythm that was
driving his wife to wild delirium. She watched his thick cock shaft as it pulled, slick and
shiny, from her clinging hole. Her own pussy throbbed more insistently as he drove the
turgid rod back up into her aunt's blond furred cunt.
"God, you've got a beautiful pussy, Marian! I love to fuck you, baby! Jee-zuz... uuuh,
good..."
"Oh yes, Harry! Do it like that! Harder, honey! Faster!"
The couple kept up a lewd dialogue that brought the juices squishing out to the lips of
Nancy's young cunt. The girl had always been very careful about her sexual exploits
inside the house. She locked herself in the bathroom before touching herself "down
there". But tonight she felt confident of her right to exploit the ready-made turn-on
before her. She wanted desperately to jack off while her relatives fucked, and she was
going to do it!
Thrilled by her own lewd boldness, the girl slipped a hand up under her skirt. There
were no panties to get in her way. Already Nancy was experienced enough to realize
that panties were nothing but a nuisance when a girl wanted to do some screwing on
the sly. Often as not, she would end up losing them somewhere. Without panties, she
had managed exciting things like fucking one of her boyfriends standing up right in
broad daylight, right on a public sidewalk. No one had realized what was going on!
Nancy had never been more excited in her life!
Now the feel of her lightly furred cunt sent goosebumps up her spine. Made her suck in
her breath sharply. It felt so delicious!
While she watched Uncle Harry's big cock work in and out of Aunt Marian's cunt, her
finger circled the hardened nub of her clitoris. She could feel the little love-bud growing
harder and more sensitive with every touch. She licked her lips nervously and
moistened her fingertip in the plentiful juices from her aroused cunt. Her finger
returned at once to her clitoris. She rubbed it, bringing herself up steadily to a raw peak
of arousal. Her hot pussy began to crave the kind of thick stretching that her aunt was
enjoying from her uncle's steel-hard cock. She needed to be fucked.
Nancy knew that there was a very real alternative waiting for her down the block. She
and young Tommy Smith had been planning to get together for a week now. But the
girl could not drag herself away from the lurid spectacle taking place on her aunt's big
bed. And, more than that, she realized that Tommy's slender young cock didn't seem
nearly so interesting in comparison to the older man's engorged prick.
The blonde teenager found herself imagining that she was her aunt. She had never
before considered that a desirable state of affairs. But now she envied Aunt Marian the
thick filling cock that was stretching her pussy-walls to their limits. She could just
glimpse the dark hole of her aunt's twat as it gaped to accommodate her uncle's cock.
Her aunt's moans of pleased passion acted like a magnet, drawing out the frustrated
longing of the girl's empty spasming cunt. She stabbed a finger into her pussy and
began to stroke it back and forth vigorously.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Her sigh was just barely above a whisper, but Nancy's whole body tensed
in expectation of being discovered. Her aunt and uncle continued their strenuous
coupling on the bed. Harry didn't even miss a beat.
"Oh darling! I'm getting so high! Soooo high!" Aunt Marian was gripping her
husband's buttocks fiercely and literally pulling him right into her. Her twat reminded
the watching Nancy of a greedy hairy fish mouth, swallowing anything that came into
range... in this case the swollen shaft of Harry's cock.
"Uuuhh, jeez! You're greedy, baby! Greedy!"
Nancy could see her uncle was increasing his pace and she began to do likewise. The
scene in the bedroom became one of intent fury. The girl felt like she was being flooded
by the passionate vibes of their coupling. Their energy was pulling her higher, higher...
Her supple young finger drove deep up into her clutching cunt. It was a poor substitute
for a thick cock, but it was getting her up there. Boldly, the teenager sent up a second
finger to join the first. There, that was better! Now her pussy really had something to
hold onto! She could feel her vaginal muscles nibbling her fingers hotly, frantically. She
could feel her clitoris spasming with each downward slam of her hand. It was getting so
good... too good to resist...
"Uuuuuhhhhh!"
This time the girl would have been heard for sure, but fate made her relatives cum just
at the moment she was riding into orgasm. "Oooohhh, Harry... I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
"Oh baby, you're beautiful! I'm going to blow my cum in you, baby! Uuuuuhhh!"
Still holding the soft downy mound of her pussy that still tingled with satisfaction,
Nancy watched the older couple lie together, caress one another. She realized they
weren't finished yet. Uncle Harry's cock was again swelling to awesome size!
Her hungry pussy was beginning to throb once again as she watched Harry caress the
hairy slit of his wife's cunt. She was thrilled about her good luck. This was going to be a
double feature.
"Harry, why don't you get me my vibrator, like a good boy? Then we can really play
some games."
Nancy scarcely realized what happened, it was all so sudden. Her uncle got up to head
for the dresser. On the way he pushed the door shut. It clicked, shut tight.
The teenager didn't even bother to thank her lucky stars that she had not been caught.
All she could think about was all the fun she had been cut out of. It was just getting
good!
She went back to her room, spitting mad!


Chapter 3

Back in her room, Nancy was greeted enthusiastically by her pet collie, Joe. She had
closed the animal in so he would not follow her outside and possibly give her away. Joe
had been sleeping when she left.
The dog's welcome helped cool the blonde's wrath. She knelt down on the floor with
him and petted him vigorously. "Hey, boy, down! What are you so excited about? Did
you miss me?"
For a moment, her mind wandered back to the closed bedroom door. She wondered
what was going on behind it now. A vibrator yet! She had heard about them, but never
used one. Already she was making plans for the next time she was left alone in the
house. She would creep into the older couple's room and borrow their love-gadget. That
would be some small compensation for the entertainment she was missing out on now.
While the girl was preoccupied with her lurid plans, Joe continued his playful assault.
He caught the teenager off guard and sent her sprawling onto her back. Too late to
catch herself, Nancy gripped at air and landed with her legs flying, her skirt flapping
back toward her head.
Quickly, the dog moved in on the sweet-smelling target of her naked snatch. Her pussy
was moist with the juices of her orgasm. It was a tempting morsel for a curious beast.
The collie stuck out his tongue and licked her youthful twat. Her cunt-hole spasmed.
Her clitoris sprang to throbbing erection.
"Ooooohhh!" Nancy was startled, amazed... then delighted. It had never occurred to her
that the dog's long slick tongue carried with it such awesome possibilities for pleasure.
It never occurred to the willful girl now to question the morality of what was
happening. She let her thighs remain wide open as she lay expectantly on the floor. She
let the dog continue to investigate her pulsing pussy.
The blonde was no longer regretting the show she was missing down the hall.
Watching Aunt Marian and Uncle Harry had been thrilling, but participating in her
own orgy was even better. The very depravity of what she was doing excited her
immensely. She imagined how she must look, her cunt wide open to the tongue of an
eager animal. Her mental picture made her twat spasm lustily, made her pussy-mound
grind up into Joe's face.
Again and again the collie's tongue probed hungrily into her sensitive fleshy slit.
Bypassing the soft down of her newly grown cunt-hair, his tongue poked hard against
the yielding softness of her snatch. From time to time it slipped down and licked her
puckered sphincter. This forbidden contact made Nancy sigh throatily. With brisk
feverish motions of her hips, she rocked her pussy up into Joe's muzzle. She found new
angles to take his tongue. Each seemed even more exciting than the last!
Conscious of the wanton lovers down the hall, Nancy let herself respond to the dog's
ardent tonguing with the same enthusiasm her aunt had been showing for her uncle's
cock. She wanted to be just as open, just as sexy as Aunt Marian. She had never seen
her grouchy aunt as female competition before. But now, suddenly, she needed to prove
to herself that anything Aunt Marian could do, she could do better.
"Ooooohhh... Joe lover... your tongue feels so good, baby! Oh, stick it in deeper...
aaaahhh, I love the way it feels on my asshole!" She was remembering her relatives'
lewd talk as they made love. It aroused her to hear her own obscene encouragement to
the laboring dog.
With tireless speed and fervor, the dog lapped up the flowing juices of his young
mistress's cunt. His tongue was just slightly rough, just enough to make Nancy cry with
excitement each time he licked her blood-engorged clitoris.
"Eeeeee... oh I like it like that!"
The girl's blonde curls flailed about her head as she struggled with the intensity of her
mounting need. She had never dreamed of such joy coming from such a perverted
source. She had never imagined herself writhing wantonly under her dog's tongue. The
ecstasy was far beyond anything her imagination could have come up with, fertile
though it was. The ecstasy was pure raw lust... throbbing hunger... primitive need to be
filled.
Her eyes opened and closed dreamily as she whined out her pleasure. Like a revelation,
her dog's hard cock appeared before her eyes. It was red and long, protruding like a
saber from his cock-sheath. The obscene sight gave Nancy something new to think
about.
Her twat was pulsing with need. From the first moment she had seen Uncle Harry's
cock surge into Aunt Marian's cunt, she had dreamed of something stiff and filling up
inside.
There it was! Staring her in the face! Did she dare take advantage of the depraved
thoughts bubbling and stewing in her aroused brain?
Within moments her craving pussy had made up her mind for her. Her night's
experiences had made her eager for something more exciting than Tommy Smith's
youthful lovemaking. He had been all right before, but now... now Nancy knew about
some of the vast possibilities that existed in the world.
She wanted to really live! She wanted to really turn on!
And what was more forbidden... and therefore more appealing... than the prospect of
fucking her own dog right in her own bedroom!
Her limbs trembled as she maneuvered herself over onto hands and knees. She saw the
dog pulling back, staring at her in confusion.
"It's OK, Joe baby! I'm going to give you something even better! Wouldn't you like to
stick that big hard cock of yours in me!" She thought she would collapse with the
exciting perversity of her own words.
The dog wagged his tail, made a move to come forward but held back. Only when
Nancy slapped her asscheek and called to him did he move in to try to figure out what
his young mistress had in mind.
His cold nose prodded the upturned bud of her sphincter.
"Oooohhh... Joe..." She wriggled her white buttocks back in her pet's face. She was
desperate for him to mount her, to impale her pussy with his big cock. In the throes of
her wanton need, she thought that the faster and harder she lunged her ass back at
him, the quicker the dog would catch on.
Through his own slow instinctive processes, the dog associated the ripe smell of aroused
pussy with his throbbing hard-on. The collie mounted the girl's ass and began to lunge
forward feverishly. The angle on a human cunt was different from that of a bitch-dog
hot to fuck. Again and again, Joe's red cock slipped uselessly from the slit up between
the girl's legs. Nancy moaned in disappointment each time her pussy flared for hard
cock and found itself as empty and hungry as before.
The blonde teenager was the self-sufficient type. No longer content to let nature take its
course, she reached under her and found the rigid shaft of her dog's cock. She guided it
with trembling fingers to the opening of her waiting pussy. The pressure of his tapered
cock-tip on her pussylips made her grunt loudly.
"Oh God... I want it so much!"
She got what she wanted more quickly and more forcefully than she was expecting.
Suddenly her pussy was throbbing with the urgent sensations of being filled to
brimming. Not all the sensations were pleasant. To her dismay she discovered that the
unyielding animal cock was hurting her!
Heedless of the strain the girl was going through, trying to adapt herself to his thick
cock, the dog began to rut forward. Again and again his loins slammed against the
teenager's quivering buttocks. Whether Nancy was ready for it or not, Joe was screwing
her in earnest.
The lusty girl-woman was beginning to worry that she might have bitten off more than
she could chew. She tried to squirm away from the animal. It was no good. His
forepaws held her tight. Calling for help was out of the question. The very thought of
what her relatives might think if they caught her fucking her dog made her shiver.
It was strange, the way it happened. One moment, the girl was shivering in fear of
unknown reprisals. The next, the shivers were turning to spasms of pleasure. The
thought of how flagrantly she was violating her aunt and uncle's code of behavior
thrilled her perverse nature. It was like a secret victory, to stoop to such depths of
depravity right here in their own house, while they were down the hall, playing with
Aunt Marian's vibrator.
The more pleased she grew with herself, the more easily the blonde found herself
responding to the dog's relentless strokes that had brought pain and discomfort only
moments before turned into welcome onslaughts of joy. She looked forward to each
new invasion of the collie's hard cock with bated breath. Each time his loins smacked
her ass, when his cock was safe up inside, her breath whooshed out in a long enrapture
sigh.
"Ooooohhh... oooohhh Joe... I feel soooooo goooo-d-d-d!"
As she grew accustomed to the beast's fierce rhythm, she began to match it with her
own hip rotations. The more sure she grew of herself, the more feverishly her buttocks
swooped down on the dog's rigid cock.
The girl had never been screwed like this before. It was incredible. She was being
carried away by an animal side of her being she had never known existed. She was
learning to gain ecstatic joy from the kind of depraved lust that was only spoken of
behind closed doors. A fourteen-year-old girl was not supposed to know anything of
such orgiastic self-indulgence. But then, Nancy had never been a girl to worry about
propriety. She liked to test her limits. She was rushing herself in to womanhood in a
headlong dash toward total sensual abandon. The long dilated dog-cock that split her
cunt-passage wide lured her higher and higher on the road to shrieking ecstasy. The
teenager knew her cries were becoming too wild, too wanton for her own safety. But
she couldn't help herself. She was so close.
And then she was there.
"Aaaaiiieeee! I'm cumming-g-g!"
The most magnificent part of her ecstasy was to feel the dog's cock exploding inside her
clutching pussy. They were cumming together, girl and beast. It was the perfect end to
a perfectly depraved fuck!
As the grown-up Nancy slaved before the German shepherd she recalled her collie Joe
one last time. What a faithful pet he had been, until her Uncle Hairy had him put
away. It had turned out that her Uncle Harry had known all along that she was
watching him fuck his wife. He had even caught the end of her session with the dog. It
was only later, when he had seduced her, that he told her all this. It was one of the
sordid ties that had bought her silence... not that she really would have told anyone that
her Uncle Harry liked to fuck her every night when her aunt was asleep. She wouldn't
have missed her uncle's rough fucking for anything!
The wanton twenty-one-year-old began to realize that her lewd memories were pushing
her to the very brink of climax. Not only the memories, but the pants and sighs of her
audience all around her, and the hard relentless stroking of the big dog. It was a lot of
input for one very turned on young woman. At last she could take no more!
"Aaaahhhh! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"
Just as she had remembered it happening with the collie so many years ago, Stud blew
his load into her twat at the very moment of her orgasm. They gyrated lewdly together,
then the woman fell limply forward onto the bare stage. She mewled contentedly,
imagining the white oceans of cum that were being spilled all around her. And if they
hadn't been spilled yet, by the time she was through, they sure as hell would be!


Chapter 4

For Debbie and Matt, the show had been getting more exciting by the moment.
After her orgasm, the redhead had complied willingly when Matt led her hand to his
rock-hard cock. She had been stroking his cock all the while the blonde screwed the
German shepherd. Her hand made intimate contact with every ridge and plane of his
steel-hard cock. It pleased her to feel his prick grow even thicker and harder under her
expert touch.
The couple had expected the action to ease off a little after the blonde had her orgasm.
But no sooner had the dog dismounted and ambled offstage, than a huge man came
striding out. He was dressed in only a loincloth. His body was powerful, well muscled.
His head was shaved. The sight of his raw animal sensuality started a new throbbing in
Debbie's pussy. She stroked Matt's cock more feverishly than ever.
The man strode over to the collapsed naked blonde and rolled her roughly onto her
back. He nudged her large round tits with his foot, then, apparently deciding she was
worth his effort, he threw his loincloth to one side.
"Uuuhh!" Debbie gasped. She had never seen anything like it. His cock was huge!
Despite the awesome size of his inflated cock, her pussy pulsed more greedily than ever.
Though Debbie was convinced no woman could take a cock like that, she sensed that
her hot throbbing cunt was willing and eager to try.
But it was not Debbie who was going to sample that massive hard-on. It was the
smiling blonde on the stage. She had recovered enough now to raise herself into a
sitting position. She reached greedily for the thick swollen shaft of the bald man's cock.
He pushed her away. The impact of his hand made her collapse back down onto her
side. Undaunted, she rose again and reached for his swaying erection.
This time he did not deny her. He grabbed her head over both ears and pulled her
forward. His cock soared up into her mouth.
Debbie thought she would surely gag, but she compensated somehow. Within moments
she was working her head back and forth over the thick hard cock with awesome vigor.
Debbie was so absorbed in the action on the stage that she was taken by surprise when
she felt Matt's hands tugging at her. She looked at him. The bright gleam in his eyes
told her instantly what he was after.
"Suck my cock, baby!" he hissed through passion-clenched teeth.
Debbie was torn between her own excitement and her desire to watch the young blonde
give the big man a blowjob. The ultimate decision, however, was not hers – Matt made
it for her. He pulled her from her chair and forced her down onto her knees. While his
hands forced her head downward, his hips drove his thick cock deep up into her throat.
"Uuuummmmhhhh..."
A new surge of wetness soaked her pussylips she had lost her panties in the feverish
activity that led up to her handjob orgasm. Suddenly intensely pleased with the lewd
task before her, she threw herself wholeheartedly into savoring the size and flavor of
her boyfriend's cock.
Matt lunged his hips up into her face. Watching the blonde give the big guy a headjob
was swelling his cock to awesome proportions. His organ was thudding almost
painfully. The warm sweet wetness of his girlfriend's mouth was turning his agony into
sheer raging ecstasy.
"Uuuuhhh, yeah... keep sucking, beautiful! Ooohh, that's good head, baby!"
Though she imagined it was unlikely that anyone could see her, still Debbie got a
perverted thrill from the idea of giving her man head in a roomful of people. It was the
sexiest thing she had ever done in her life. For just a moment, she twisted her head
around to catch a glimpse of the activities on the stage.
The blonde was working tirelessly over the big man's cock. Amazing though it seemed,
there was no doubt that she was taking the whole shaft of his cock deep into her throat.
Debbie had heard that there were women with really amazing capacity, but it was
something else to see it! She tried to imagine what it would be like to feel a thick hard
cock reaching halfway down into her lungs!
Matt would tolerate no more of her speculations. His hands forced her head roughly
back down onto his growing cock. She formed a suction cup over the tip of his cock
and worked at it lewdly. The low grunts that escaped his lips made her twat flare with
pleasure. When she could feel the tension that had seized his whole body, she slipped
her mouth down over his whole hard cockshaft. Matt had a good-sized cock – though it
could in no way match the thick prick onstage – and Debbie's throat felt deliciously
filled.
Up and down, up and down she bobbed her red head. Her cunt-juices trickled from her
pussy down along her thighs as she struggled to bring her man off. She could imagine
the sexual energy surrounding them. Telltale moans and sighs and smells drifted
through the room. Debbie realized she was in the middle of an orgy. The thought made
her dizzy with lust.
The hotter the action got onstage, the more eagerly Matt shoved his cock into the
redhead's mouth. Her lips were so warm, so tight in their smooth caresses. She seemed
to be drawing the strength right out of him... turning him into a helpless captive of
pleasure. He watched her taut asscheeks churning behind her as she labored. Her dress
was up around her waist. The abandoned wantonness of her semi-nakedness brought a
new throb to his cock.
New activity onstage took Matt's attention off his girlfriend. The big man had
apparently grown impatient of settling for the blonde's mouth. He was maneuvering
her around so she was again positioned on hands and knees. He guided his huge cock
up between her asscheeks. It was only an instant before the blonde's jaw dropped in
speechless ecstasy. Her cunt was filled to brimming with cock!
The big man seemed to be enjoying his new area of conquest so much that Matt
decided to follow suit. He pulled his confused girlfriend up onto her feet and had her
sit down on his engorged cock. His cock slid easily into her well-lubricated pussy.
Debbie looked at him a moment, wide-eyed with pleasure.
"Oh God! Oh God, I was so ready for that," she murmured.
Her lust-glassy eyes returned to the stage. While she raised and lowered herself over
Matt's stiff cock, she watched the building intensity of the mating onstage.
Watching that huge cock disappear into the blonde's cunt hypnotized Debbie even
more than had watching her give him a blowjob. While her pussy tingled with the long
smooth strokes of Matt's cock, she examined every detail of the fucking onstage. The
man's cock seemed as big around as Debbie's fist. Yet the blonde's greedy little pussy
opened wide for it on every new forward motion. Her mouth hung open in a dreamy
attitude of delight that indicated the blonde was not straining at all. In fact, the look on
her face showed that she was right where she wanted to be... that the thick stretching
cock was just enough and nothing more.
So captivating was the action between the bald man and the blonde, the naked brunette
was right out in center stage before anyone even saw her coming. The newcomer was a
sloe-eyed beauty with long thick luxurious black curls. She stood next to the bald man
while he fucked the kneeling blonde. Her arms would sinuously around his neck,
drawing his face toward the rich round cushion of her tits. They began to kiss
sensuously, though the man's cock never slowed its rhythm in and out of the blonde's
pussy.
Debbie saw him whisper something in the brunette's ear. The woman's eyes grew wide
with interest. Then she walked around the fucking duo, surveying them from every
angle. Debbie was impressed by her fine physique, shown off to good advantage by her
graceful dancer's strut. Her asscheeks were firm and round and high-set. Her tits were
high and large, yet her waist seemed incredibly tiny. Her most arresting feature was her
large thick pubic patch. It reached all the way up to her navel. It was black as pitch,
even blacker than her head hair. It shone in the stage lights.
She paused in front of the kneeling blonde, legs spread, hands on hips, gazing down at
the groaning woman. Then suddenly she dropped to her knees and grabbed the blonde
harshly by the hair. She pulled her face into her wide-open pussy.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Her cry was loud, animal-like as she threw back her head in ecstasy. The
blonde's face burrowed eagerly up in her cunt.
So excited was Debbie by what she was watching, she actually forgot to move her pussy
up and down over Matt's cock... for just a moment. Then she started to fuck him more
energetically than ever. She was intensely turned on. The redhead had always been
secretly attracted by the lewd thought of women making it together. To watch the
blonde eat the brunette's cunt while the man screwed her made her own twat spasm
with pleasure. Debbie tried to imagine the sensation, the taste of eating another girl's
cunt. Her mental image made her hotter than ever. She felt Matt's hands on her hips,
guiding her up and down over his turgid cock.
It showed in his moans of pleasure that he was impressed by his teenaged girlfriend's
response to the obscene entertainment. "Work it out, Debbie baby! Make your sweet
pussy feel good!"
Somewhere inside, though, Matt was a little nervous. He had noted that Debbie's
excitement increased dramatically when the brunette made the blonde start eating her
pussy. Could it be that Debbie secretly harbored a desire to do the same thing? While
watching the two women making it on the stage turned him on, Matt did not relish the
thought of discovering that his girlfriend was a lesbian!
Too excited to worry much about remote possibilities, the man dug his fingers into
Debbie's hips and drove his cock deep into her twat. He felt her firm eager cuntmuscles 
grip his cock hungrily. That was all the assurance that he needed right now!
Debbie was all woman, with the sweetest, most talented young pussy he had ever
known! "God, your cunt's hot, baby! Feels good!"
Debbie was in a world of her own. She watched the blonde's tongue reach out as she
was buffeted rudely forward by the man's lunging instroke. She saw the tongue
disappear into the brunette's dark thick pubic patch. Though she could not see where it
landed, the cries that escaped the brunette's lips gave her a pretty good idea. She
imagined what it would be like to feel another woman's tongue on her clitoris. To feel
female lips kissing her feverish twat.
Her imaginings wrenched her pussy into wild spasms of delight. She drove her cunt
down hard onto Matt's cock, again, again, again. For the second time that night, she
was cumming.
"Ohhhhhhhh, jee-zuz-z-z!" she mewled. This time, Debbie didn't care who heard it. She
was hot. She was feeling good. She didn't give a damn about anything but the
throbbing blasts of orgasm swelling from her wet cunt!
Matt was pleased that his stiff cock was bringing his girlfriend so much pleasure. But he
had a vaguely uncomfortable feeling that there was something... something going on in
that pretty red head of hers!


Chapter 5

Nancy was doing her favorite thing. The wanton blonde was using her body to capacity.
She had a hard cock behind her, surging steadily up into her pussy, filling her to the
limits. She had a savory hot pussy in front of her. She could nibble and probe Phyllis
cunt to her heart's content while Rex reamed her twat up toward the pinnacle of
release.
She was powerless to alter the course of the big cock spreading her cuntlips from
behind. All she could do was wriggle her asscheeks back, welcome him up into her with
lewd abandon.
Eating the woman's cunt was where she could be the aggressor. It was up to her
whether she licked or sucked or poked or lapped. She savored the wet slit as though it
were some rare delicacy. Her tongue ran round and round Phyllis's clitoris, hidden deep
in the jungle of her pubic patch. Then, without warning, she slipped her tongue down
and poked at the tight hole of the other woman's pussy. Phyllis's raunchy exclamations
of joy made Nancy's twat spasm more eagerly around Rex's big cock-pole.
Nancy loved to eat pussy, but it had not been so very long ago that Nancy had eaten
pussy for the first time... when she was seventeen. Nancy was a junior in high school.
School bored her. It always had bored her. The only reason she was still there was
because, if she quit, her uncle and aunt would make her get a job. The idea of working
bored her even more. Even though she had little enthusiasm for studying, Nancy
managed to maintain respectable grades... respectable enough to keep her out of the
teachers' notice. She liked it that way.
There was one teacher that year, though, who fascinated Nancy. There was something
so beautiful, so distant, so unattainable about Miss Leger, the French teacher. Nancy
found herself doing crazy things to get her attention. Things like asking for extra
assignments to help her improve her French. Things like asking for special after-school
instruction.
It was only when she found herself alone with Miss Leger one evening after everyone
else had gone that the girl realized the true nature of her fascination for the woman.
Nancy had many lovers: her fellow students, her uncle, her girlfriend's dog (now that
she no longer had Joe the collie). But she had never made love to a woman. As she
looked deep into Miss Leger's big brown eyes, struggling to understand her heavy
French accent, she realized the older woman turned her on. The teenager was dying to
press her lips against the teacher's. To fell the soft collision as their tits met.
After they had been alone for a while, Nancy got the clear impression that Miss Leger
felt the same way. The older woman had difficulty meeting her student's gaze. Her lips
trembled when Nancy bent over close to point to a problem in the book. The instinct
that had had some fine honing in Nancy's years of sensual self-instruction told the girl
the way was clear. If she made the move, she would not be repulsed.
Summoning all her courage, the young blonde bent over her teacher and reached for
the soft orb of one tit. At the same time her lips met Miss Leger's.
The girl had been right! Rather than pushing her away in horrified indignation, the
older woman opened her mouth readily. Her soft warm tit in its silk covering yielded to
the teenager's inexperienced grasp. In only seconds, Nancy's hand had made its way
inside the blouse, inside the soft satin bra. She could feel the other woman's nipple
growing stiff and erect against her palm. Her young pussy flared with excitement.
It was happening! She was feeling up a woman's tit! She was turning on her wonderful
teacher!
Their tongues fought greedily in an abandoned French kiss. It felt incredible, the way
Miss Leger's supple tongue tangled with hers, invited her to probe deeper.
At last they had to come up for air.
"We mustn't!" Miss Leger whispered huskily as Nancy fell to her knees in front of her
chair and began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. "Oooooohhh... noooo..." Her
words of protest came out a soft whimper of pleasure.
"Oh, Miss Leger, please let me do this!" Nancy's fingers never for a moment stopped
their busy work. She pushed the teacher's bra up to her neck. The two small firm globes
of the French woman's tits were in her hands, their nipples hungrily demanding what
her words were turning away. "I think you're so beautiful! I've admired you all year!"
"You're a wonderful girl, Nancy!"
Miss Leger's hand reached to stroke her student's chin but already Nancy had fastened
her mouth hungrily to one rigid nipple. Her fingers played with the other, keeping it in
taut readiness for her mouth. Back and forth her mouth moved between the two globes,
until Nancy's cunt was pounding with the sheer exuberant success of her exploit. She
began to imagine larger conquests. She began to think about the dark treasures hidden
under Miss Leger's skirt.
Timidly... trembling at her boldness... she pushed up the older woman's skirt. Her
mouth continued to work on her tits. Her tongue moved hungrily, trying to distract
Miss Leger's attention from her master plan.
It soon became apparent that the girl need not have worried about distracting Miss
Leger's attention. Instead of holding anything back, the older woman was surrendering
her body with sensual style and grace. Her thighs began to part voluptuously... to let
the girl move in closer, to let Nancy's hand move up into the damp regions at the top
of her legs.
"Oooooohhh... magnifique!"
Nancy knew enough French to appreciate the compliment that she was being paid. This
beautiful woman, whom she had admired so long from afar, was swooning under the
delicious effects of her lovemaking. It had never occurred to Nancy to worry about
whether she would know what to do when she started to do it. But it made her feel
good now to know that the course she had set had been the right one. Her mouth was
doing the right things to Miss Leger's tits. Her hand was applying just the right
pressure as it crept up her thigh...
"Oooohh, Nancy!"
Nancy cast a quick glance up at her teacher's face. Miss Leger's eyes were closed. Her
long lashes cast shadows over her tawny cheeks that seemed even more taut-skinned
than ever in the midst of her passion. She wore a sultry smile that grew a little wider, a
little wilder the closer Nancy's hand crept to her pussy-mound.
The blonde felt her heart skip a beat as she felt the soft nylon of her teacher's panties,
and the yielding hair-cushioned flesh within. The panties were thin. The dampness of
Miss Leger's excitement had already soaked them through. Nancy could feel her own
naked pussy just as wet under her skirt. She could feel it getting wetter as her fingers
slipped under the crotchband and probed real, pussy-flesh, the first she had ever
touched other than her own!
"Ooooohhh... aaaahhhh!" Miss Leger was moaning wantonly above her. Her long hair
had fallen out of its sophisticated chignon and was trailing softly down along her
cheeks onto her shoulders.
Nancy thought she had never seen a woman look so beautiful, so desirable. The girl felt
very strong in her role as seductress. More than anything in the world, she wanted to
make her teacher feel good, to help her climb to the limits of erotic experience.
Fired with new zeal, she reached under Miss Leger's buttocks and pulled down her
panties. She was no longer worried about static from the older woman. Her own
passion, the other woman's pleasure, were all that interested her now. All that
motivated her.
"Oh God, Miss Leger... I'm so hungry for you!"
Throwing caution to the winds she spread wide her teacher's thighs. She stared for a
moment at the dark-furred muff of her pussy-patch. Within, she could catch the
promising pink twinkle of wet raw flesh. The girl felt driven by a hunger she didn't
know she had. She bowed her head and buried her face in Miss Leger's open aromatic
cunt.
Nancy prayed briefly to whatever gods take care of such matters that they were truly
alone in the school. If they weren't she was sure they would soon have company. Miss
Leger's cries seemed deafening. But Nancy couldn't be sure how true her senses were
reading right now. She was lost in a psychedelic world of sensual input. Her nose was
full of the pleasing odor of another woman. Her tongue was savoring the hot taste of
her. Her cheeks relished the bristly caress of Miss Leger's pussy-hair.
"Oh Nancy! Darling! It feels so won-derful!"
The schoolteacher was clinging to the back of her chair, humping her cunt up into her
student's face. Nancy had caught the older woman's attention fight from the first day of
school. With her blonde curls, her lovely young face, her sensual ripened body... she
was the French woman's ideal of a desirable woman.
Miss Leger had been wise enough to know that a teacher does not get romantically
involved with her pupils. Particularly if that teacher happens to be attracted to lovers of
the same sex! She had carefully hidden her interest from the exciting young blonde. It
had not been easy, especially once Nancy started seeking her out for special assistance.
But Miss Leger had resisted her instincts bravely.
It had never occurred to the young foreigner that her student would be the one to
initiate sex between them. Certainly she would never have imagined that a kiss would
progress to full-fledged pussy-eating within a few short heated moments.
Throwing caution to the winds, Jeanne Leger squirmed her tight asscheeks up off the
wooden chair. The girl was incredibly talented at eating cunt. Jeanne did not know if
this was Nancy's first experience with a woman or not. Whatever the case, the evidence
showed that the blonde had found her vocation. Her tongue prodded the slit of Jeanne's
pussy with tireless zeal. He lips sucked voluptuously on the older woman's bloodswollen 
clitoris. Nancy was exciting her teacher in a way the woman had never been
excited before.
It was the pure raw excitement of youthful enthusiasm... of delicious discovery... of
guiltless joy.
The girl found herself knowing instinctively how to wring the ecstatic cries from her
teacher's parted lips. She treated the wet pussy before her as if it were her own. She
gave it the treatment she knew she would enjoy administered to her own fluttering
cuntlips.
Her tongue darted quickly in and out of the clinging depths of Miss Leger's twat. It
swirled around and up and down the tender lips of her cunt, slipped down to her
asshole, drove back up to her rigid little clitoris. Everything she did seemed to thrill
Miss Leger. Her moans and sighs were unending. Her thighs had fallen wide open. Her
pussy-mound was grinding upward like a baby bird straining for its morning treat. The
tangy sweet juices flowed copiously from her teacher's dilated hole. As she drank
hungrily of their savory delights, Nancy reveled in the tingly sensation of her own
pussy-juices running along the insides of her thighs.
"Mmmmmm... it's so good! I love eating you, Miss Leger! It's even better than I
dreamed it would be!"
Nancy was surprising herself. She thought she had not realized until this very afternoon
that her interest in her French teacher was sexual. Now she knew that some halfconscious 
awareness had been with her much longer. She knew that she had dreamed
about this moment, although she had completely forgotten about it until just now. Her
instincts had pushed her to put herself in a position where she would find herself eating
her teacher's cunt! And how glad she was that she had had the courage to follow those
instincts!
She gobbled Miss Leger's cunt greedily. Time had stood still for the young girl. She was
lost in a sexual rhapsody of sight and sound and taste. Her orchestra was the lusty sing
song of her abandoned teacher. She was doing it! She was making Miss Leger feel
good... better and better! She was winning herself a new exciting lover!
Suddenly her teacher's voice rose to a shrill whine. "Ooooohhh... I'm cummm-ing!" Her
pussy ground frantically into the girl's face for a moment. Then suddenly it was still.
Miss Leger's head of dark disheveled hair was thrown back in an attitude of spent
ecstasy. Her breath came in quick voluptuous gasps.
Intensely aware of the excited throbbing in her own cunt, the teenager rose to her feet.
She gazed exultantly at the lewd results her passion had wrought. Her teacher looked so
beautiful, lolling in the aftermath of sated lust.
"Oh Miss Leger!" she exclaimed, and threw her arms around her.
The older woman held her tight. "I am so grateful to you, Nancy. You have brought me
such joy. I will show you... show you what a grateful woman can do!" Her hands
reached up under Nancy's skirt and caressed her taut young asscheeks. "Saturday...
come to my house..."
And so the young Nancy added yet another lover to her passion-packed schedule.


Chapter 6

Matt was kneeling between Debbie's legs, eating out the redhead's wide-open pussy, by
the time the blonde's agile mouth brought the brunette to orgasm up on the stage.
"Eeeeeee! I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!" The shapely naked woman threw back her head of
lustrous dark hair and raged out her passion to the ceiling.
Debbie watched her closely, imagining what it was the woman was feeling... whether
being eaten by a woman was any different from being eaten by a man. She could feel
Matt's tongue prodding insistently at her pussy-opening. The heady sensation made her
open her thighs as wide as she could. It was such an intense turn-on, to get her cunt
eaten while she watched the lewd show on the stage. It was a voyeur's dream!
"Mmmm... your pussy tastes great, Debbie honey! Christ, listen to that broad get it off!"
As the show progressed, the redhead found herself experiencing a curious kinship with
the woman on the stage... coupled with a selfish detachment from the man she had
come with. She was enjoying being with Matt. She was enjoying what he was doing to
her. But she felt a little superior to him somehow. It was as if she knew what was really
going on up there... and he didn't!
The big bald man was still fucking the blonde's upturned cunt. It seemed he never got
tired. The woman was like a ragdoll, being buffeted forward by his relentless strokes.
Now that the brunette had pulled her cunt away, she stared un seeing into space, a
crazy little grin wrinkling the corners of her mouth.
With wordless gestures, he instructed the brunette to get down on hands and knees.
She did as she was told. Her wrenching orgasm seemed to have taken some of the
arrogance out of her.
At a whistle from the man, another dog came bounding out onto the stage. This time, it
was a Doberman pinscher. The big beast didn't need any instructions to find the
wriggling goal of the brunette's shapely upthrust ass. His nose poked her ass-cleft
curiously. His tongue darted out to sample her flavors.
She shook her head furiously from side to side. Her dark hair flew like a bewitching
halo around her face. "Aaaiiieeeee! Ooooohhh, I love that big greedy tongue on my
asshole!"
Debbie noted that the woman's face looked almost grotesque as it grimaced in the
throes of building lust. She felt a new throb in her twat. She ground her pussy harder
into Matt's face. Her fingers pulled him closer by the strands of his thinning blond hair.
While the blonde and the bald man – still fucking mightily – watched her, the brunette
bumped her ass back against the dog until he got the idea of what she wanted. He
mounted her squirming hips and began to lunge forward. The brunette didn't eve n
wait for him to find his own way home. She reached back for his swollen cock and
guided it into her pussy. "Uuuuhhh... shit yes! That's what I want!"
Her tongue lolled from her mouth as the Doberman established a harsh fucking rhythm
up into her twat. Debbie recognized in the dark-haired beauty an almost compulsive
need to work out her pleasure. To test the limits of her sexual depravity. Debbie
recognized it, because she knew just such an instinct lurked somewhere inside her.
Sometimes she wished Matt would be really rough with her. Would slap her. Pin her
down. Screw her in the ass. Anything to show that they were really there. That they
were really living!
As though she were hypnotized, the redhead guided Matt's head up and down along
her tingling cunt-slit. She could feel her clitoris, so hard it was painful in a pleasurable
sort of way. Matt's tongue attacked it fiercely. It swirled round and round the stiff little
sentinel until Debbie was crying for mercy.
And still her eyes never left the stage.
The awestruck teenager was witnessing two extremes in sexual behavior: A woman who
could take a giant cock easily into both her throat and her greedy pussy. A woman who
was more animal-like in her response to a dog's fucking than the dog was himself.
Debbie was fascinated by both the women. They had the kind of urgent sexuality that
the girl felt she herself possessed. She had never encountered that kind of fervor in any
man she had known. At least she did not think she had. At the moment the teenager
was projecting herself into lands she had never yet traveled.
She watched the long pointed red cock of the Doberman Pinscher as it emerged slickly
from the brunette's cunt. Each time it reappeared, the redhead uttered a little gasp. She
felt a lurid throb in her twat each time the dog forced his hard tongue back into the
woman's waiting hole. She knew part of the excitement was the devoted attentions of
Matt's mouth on her pussy. Another part was her own love affair with the depraved and
the forbidden.
The girl was beginning to understand why her relationship with Matt seemed to be
getting stale lately. She wanted so much more out of life than she had yet sampled. She
was restless. The girl wanted to live life to the heights.
Debbie could feel the blood pounding more urgently through her veins. "God, Matt! I
never dreamed anything could be so exciting!"
The older man licked his girlfriend's pussy more feverishly than ever. It pleased him,
the way her tender young red-thatched cunt wriggled up into his face. When she
begged for more, he was always more than happy to give it to her.
But something was still bothering Matt. It was fine that Debbie was excited, but she
sounded so far away. He still mistrusted what was going on in her mind. It was almost
as if he could feel his nineteen-year-old treasure slipping through his fingers. Sure, he
had felt the fires cooling a little lately. But he still wanted Debbie. She was the most
sensational, the most eager sexpot he had ever known.
With great long swipes, she licked the tasty fleshiness of her twat. His tongue savored
every nook and cranny, from her asshole to her pussy-hole to her amazingly hard little
clitoris.
"Mmmmmm! The juices are really flowing, baby! You're getting ready again, aren't
you! You greedy little pussy you!"
His tongue-tip stabbed at the tiny opening to her piss-hole. Predictably, she began to
moan more wildly than ever. Her hip gyrations grew more savage, quicker. He had to
hold onto her thighs to keep his head from being crushed. The man tongue-mauled her
voracious cunt with every ounce of energy he possessed.
Matt's mouth was certainly getting to her. So were the obscene encouragements he
hurled up between cunt-licks. But the most violent thrill of all came from the building
spectacle onstage.
It hadn't taken much for the two women to crawl close enough together so their
mouths could meet. Blonde and brunette kissed each other torridly while their shapely
asses writhed back to meet the steady blows of their male lovers.
The blonde swallowed the giant cock of the bald man deep up into her hot twat. The
brunette's pussylips seemed to reach right out and pull the Doberman's stiff red cock
into her hole.
"Uuuuuhhhh, Phyllis, baby... I'm feeling so good!"
"Mmmmm, darling! Brand has such a big prick! Oh, kiss me again, Nancy! Ooooohh...
mmmmm..."
Now Debbie knew their names! Phyllis and Nancy! She found herself rooting for the
two women as their tits bobbed beneath their churning torsos. They were climbing up
there... and doing it in fine style.
Feeling herself a part of a lewd quartet, Debbie hung onto Matt's hair and screwed his
tongue with her eager cunt. Her eyes dashed back and forth between the thick human
cock, the long tapered dog-prick. So much passion! It was filling her up! Pulling her
under! Killing her!
"Uuuuuuuhhhh! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" Her cry was loud. For a moment, she felt
the eyes of the three humans onstage try to pierce the darkness, to look at her. She felt
a surge of power as she realized her orgasm had arrived just a moment before the
orgiasts onstage gave in. She didn't know whether her climax had lured them on, but
she liked to imagine it had.
"Ooooohhh, I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" The blonde cried out first, but the brunette was
right behind her. Debbie could see by the ferocious way he was clinging to her that the
dog was shooting off at the same time. What a wonderful lewd idea, she thought. A
pussy full of dog-cum!
Only with all the others safely on the way to Paradise did the strong bald man let go.
His yelp of victory sent a shiver down Debbie's spine.
"Aaaaaaiiiii-eee!"
The redhead leaned lazily back in her chair, surveying the spent figure on the stage.
Three times she had cum so far tonight, and the last had been the best of all. What a
wonderful idea, to come to a sex show!


Chapter 7

Phyllis was well familiar with the delicious oozing sensation of dog-cum running down
the insides of her thighs. She liked to lie back and revel in the perverted glow that
followed a good lusty session with an animal. She felt most herself then... herself right
down to the depths of her darkest soul.
As a child, the brunette had always been the center of attention. No one could help
noticing her, with her thick black hair, her dark flashing eyes, her haughty bearing. Her
mother used to tease her that she must have been put in the cradle when her back was
turned. She wasn't the child of poor immigrant parents at all! She was really a princess!
It was a good story, but it didn't put new boots on the child's feet during the long cold
New England winters. Not that Phyllis ever went barefoot. But she often thought she
could feel the cold snow soaking right through the soles of boots that had been handed
down through four brothers and sisters before her.
Things got better by the time the girl was a teenager. All her older siblings had part
time jobs. She herself delivered newspapers and did odd jobs for neighbors. Her family
had actually managed to move into a respectable lower middle-class neighborhood.
But that wasn't good enough for Phyllis. She still dreamed of being a princess.
One of the customers on her paper route helped her nurture her dream. He would give
her an extra dollar on collection day. Almost every time she came by, he had something
for her – some candy or some little trinket, exotic and pretty. Something that she could
imagine was fit for a princess. Everything her parents gave her was so darned practical!
She kept her little horde of presents a secret from her parents. She was afraid they
would forbid her to continue her visits to the nice man with the big friendly dog. Her
mother had always warned her about strange men. But there was nothing strange about
Mr. Goodman. He thought like she did – about fancy yachts and gay parties and
beautiful jewelry to adorn every finger, her neck, her wrists. Sometimes he let her try on
some of the things he had that he said had belonged to his mother.
The only thing odd to her about Mr. Goodman was that he was kind of old. He must
have been at least forty!
Though she was such a beautiful child and so proud, Phyllis had no head for learning.
When she was sixteen she was still in the eighth grade. She wanted to quit school
altogether, but her parents would hear none of it.
"You think we want you to be poor all your life? You stay at school! That's the way to
get ahead in this world!"
"But by the time I get out of high school, I'll be ready to retire! I want to get a full
timejob! Have some fun with my life! School's a drag!"
She told her troubles to Mr. Goodman. As always, he understood her side of it
perfectly. For three years, he had been her best friend... he and his dog Pepe, the big
mongrel. He had seen her grow up, he said. She was a beautiful young woman now.
But her parents still thought of her as a child. That was natural. They would get over it,
he assured her.
"And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
"How about a glass of wine?" he suggested. "To celebrate your becoming a woman!"
The man's hand trembled as he handed the teenager her glass of wine. He was very
attached to the young beauty. He had centered his life around the times they shared.
Women in general did not interest him. But Phyllis was special.
He encouraged her to finish her wine and he gave her another. He watched the greedy
way she swallowed down the cool amber liquid. She was greedy about everything. That
was what he liked most about her. She had a self-centered passion to live, to enjoy. Mr.
Goodman was a writer. Most of his time was spent in a fantasy world. Phyllis was his
one link that bound fantasy and reality together.
For years he had been going to second-hand shops and antique stores to pick up little
things to show her, to give her. He bought old clothes that he said had belonged to his
mother. He loved to help her try them on. Tonight he had something special.
"I have something for you, Phyllis."
Her dark eyes shone. Phyllis loved presents. Greed and alcohol made her face glow as
she watched her old friend rummage in the closet. He pulled out a long black
nightgown. It was made of satin and lace, put together in a way that left interesting
gaps in the material. Peek-a-boo holes to entice lovers.
"Oooohhh! It's beautiful!"
"Of course I can't let you take it home yet! Your mother might find it and then I'd be
in a heap of trouble."
"I wouldn't tell her where I got it! Honest!"
He raised a hand in the air to stop her protests. "I have spoken. Besides, if your mother
found it, she probably would keep it for herself. 'Not the right thing for a little girl.'
Except you're not a little girl, are you, Phyllis my dear?" There was something about the
way he was speaking to her that made a tremor run up and down her spine. Old as he
was, Mr. Goodman was a very attractive man. Phyllis had discussed him with her
girlfriends, without letting on that he was her special friend. They all agreed he was a
"fox", but kind of weird. But that was okay because he was an artist, the writer of
several fairly successful novels. Their parents had told them that his books were too
racy to be good reading for clean-living folks. But at least two of the girls had found
copies of his books tucked in their parents' private libraries.
Phyllis had always thought Mr. Goodman a lot more interesting than the boyfriends
she kept company with. She had started to fuck when she was fourteen, and loved it.
Her boyfriends kept her from being horny. But they had no imagination Not like Mr.
Goodman! They thought she was nuts when she started talking about being rich and
going to fancy parties and wearing beautiful clothes.
"You know, Mr. Goodman? You're the only person I know who would ever think of
giving me something like this. And I love it! I just love it!"
He was smiling at her, and she smiled back. The current of intimacy that ran between
them just then made her quiver. She looked down at the filmy garment, caressed it
voluptuously.
"Mmm, feels nice."
"Why don't you try it on, Phyllis, my dear? Mom's things usually fit you."
"You mean your mother wore this!" she called as she hurried excitedly to the bathroom.
"She must have been some lady!"
"She was! Oh, she was," he murmured drily. He sat in his favorite chair, scratching the
ears of the faithful dog sitting next to him. His eyes never left the doorway where he
expected her to enter.
Phyllis had made a heavy decision in the bathroom. When she undressed, she took off
everything. That was the way the nightie was meant to be worn, after all. She could
hardly wait to see the look in Mr. Goodman's eyes when she appeared before him.
Black lustrous hair, black eyes, sexy black negligee – she looked to herself like a real
princess. A princess of the night.
She was surprised to find when she came back out that her host had drawn all the
drapes and lit candles. The atmosphere delighted her. It suited perfectly her excited
mood.
It was more difficult this way to be sure of the look in Mr. Goodman's eyes. But the
way the candlelight flickered in his pupils was interpreted by the eager girl as a spark of
lust.
Phyllis was right on the mark. She was everything he had imagined her to be in the
long sexy nightgown, with her long hair tumbling over her shoulders, down to the tips
of her ripe out-thrusting titties. The candlelight was perfect. It cast shadows onto the
gown, and combined with the strategically applied lace, tempted his imagination. The
longer he looked the more convinced he grew that the girl was not wearing any
underwear. He could see her nipples straining to poke through the lace. Her pubic
bush, he had mistaken at first for black panties, it was so luxuriant. But the density, the
richness of the patch convinced him it was her pussy-hair. The thought that she had
removed her bra and panties made his cock throb to rock hardness.
The little vixen! She was trying to seduce him!
Goodman wanted to laugh but he didn't dare. It was the case of the hunter turning into
the hunted!
"How does it look?" she asked after several seconds had elapsed. They had been staring
at each other silently.
"Fits you like it was made for you," he told her. He paused. "You're a very beautiful
woman, Phyllis. Come closer."
She moved closer to his chair on silent bare feet.
To Goodman, sixteen was a grown woman, yet there were often times when looking at
Phyllis or talking to her that he was reminded of the child still within the woman's
body. Putting on the sexy gown seemed to have done something to her. He had not the
slightest doubt now that he was in the company of a mature woman. Her walk had
taken on a new confidence. There was a new grace in the way she held her head,
swayed her hips as she moved. His eyes strayed back to her tits and her pussy again and
again, but they kept pulling back for an overview of the finished woman that a
collection of threads had created from an impulsive child.
She was standing so close now that he could have touched her. But he was still looking.
She was looking too. Looking at the pronounced bulge that was straining at the crotch
of his trousers. Many times in the past, she had thought she'd caught evidence of a
hard-on in his pants. But each time the bold teen looked closer, it was g one. This time,
the thick swelling stayed to tempt her.
Her fingers began to unfasten his fly, even before she was aware of a conscious decision
to reach for his cock. She pulled his hard erection out of his pants. It was thick and
purple-veined, pulsing in the candlelight. She sucked in her breath sharply.
"Oh!" she cried in a small voice. Her eyes never left his cock.
"What are you going to do with it, now that you've got it?"
Though the touch of her slender young fingers on his cock drove his cock to awesome
stiffness, there was still a part of Goodman that remained an observer. He felt like a
biology teacher supervising a student to think about the possible consequences of what
might happen tomorrow or the next day... after the spell wore off.
He had made his decision when he decided to give Phyllis the nightgown. He had had
it in the closet for two years, waiting for the right moment. He was going to stick by his
decision.
Before she could answer, he reached for her head and pushed it gently down toward his
hard cock. He could feel her resisting him, trying to force her head back up. He
wouldn't let her. There was a struggle of wills. He felt her yield. Her mouth opened and
closed over the thick throbbing tip of his blood-engorged cock.
It was at this point that Goodman lost any sense of detachment. The sight of her
beautiful young face poised over his hard-on, her lips clasped around his cock made
him catch his breath. The feel of her hot soft mouth on his cock-tip made him clutch
air for support. One hand sank into the fur of his dog. Pepe let out a yelp and moved
away.
He moved his hands back to her head, to make sure she would not try to break away.
Slowly he realized that he had nothing to worry about. She was not going to break
away. She was as absorbed in the process of her sensual discovery as he was. Her mouth
moved down, down, swallowed the entire length of his aching cock.
Phyllis had never had a cock in her mouth before. Though the girl was not really shy,
she had always refused the boys who had begged her to give them a blowjob. To her,
fucking was something that benefited her directly. It relieved the gnawing hunger in her
belly. Sucking some guy's cock was for him, for his arousal. She didn't want to suck the
cocks of any of the boys she fucked. They didn't mean enough to her. She was saving
that. Not out of any sense of romance. But because she wanted to be very clearly in
charge of her own body and desires. She wanted to be sucking cock because she wanted
to... not because some boring guy with a hard cock wanted her to.
Her resistance when Mr. Goodman started to force her head down to his prick was
instinctive. She had to think about it... to be sure that, this time, she wanted to do it.
She didn't even consider the face that she probably had no choice. She took her
bearings – the growing throb in her pussy, the lazy glow in her drink-filled brain – and
found herself ready, willing and able.
Having no experience at cock-sucking, she worried for a moment that she might not be
able to do it right. But lust and instinct rushed to her rescue. There was something
about that filling fleshy presence in her mouth that made her want to suck it, tongue
stab it, swirl her tongue around it. It was easy, she found. Cock-sucking was just doing
what came naturally.
After her initial resistance, Goodman was surprised and pleased to see her responding
so wantonly to her task. Her soft supple mouth sucked on him so outrageously, he was
forced to rock his hips up toward her mouth, to feed his cock to her again and again.
She had him hooked already on her eager oral lovemaking. The hot cavern of her
mouth was the most thrilling haven his cock had ever known.
"Uuuhh... jeez, Phyllis... that's so good, honey!" His fingers clutched convulsively at the
arms of his chair as the blood throbbed through his steel-hard cock. He was only half
conscious of the big dog sitting watching them from a safe distance. Nothing around
him could hold his attention for more than an instant. He was enthralled by the moist
rhythm of her nibbling lips, by the unexpected stabs of her tongue as she broke the
rhythm right in the middle of a stroke and started to suck on him more fiercely than
ever. As if his cock's satisfaction was her only road to the pot of gold at the end of the
rainbow.
"Do it! Do it, baby!"
His greatest pleasure was watching her. The young woman he had entertained so
properly for years, admiring her from afar... suddenly here she was, sucking on his cock
as if it were some huge lollipop. The black nightgown fell open at her breast as she
worked. By bending around a little he could gaze to his heart's delight at the round
swollen orbs of youthful tit-flesh. He could even catch a glimpse of her nipples standing
up pink and proud, grazing the lacy material. His cock swelled bigger.
"God, you're beautiful, Phyllis! You're just fantastic! My cock's never been sucked like
this! Never!"
Egged on by his lusty praise, she worked her head more furiously up and down his
hard cock-shaft. She was becoming thoroughly absorbed now in her lewd task. It was as
if she was in a private little world, just her and the blood-engorged cock. She stabbed
the little slit in the end, found a drop of seminal fluid, licked her lips and dove for
more. She savored the texture of his bulbous cock-tip, swirling her tongue round and
round its mushroom shape, until he was begging for her whole mouth.
He put his hands on her head and pushed her mouth down onto his tingling shaft. His
masterful touch thrilled her now. Made her want to bring him all the pleasure she was
capable of. Made her want to give this fine stiff cock a hot sweet ride it would never
forget.
After so many years of sharing dreams, it seemed like a dream come true for the writer
and the girl to be sharing this erotic relationship. A whole new vista had just opened up
on their secretive relationship.
Up and down, up and down... her dark head worked over him selflessly, wanting only
his pleasure. He humped his cock into her face in a tense harsh rhythm that broke from
a trot into a gallop. Before he knew it he was cumming. He was spilling hot wet gushes
of jism deep into her throat. He watched her throat work as she swallowed it all.
"That's the girl! Ooohhh, yeah, get it all, baby! Goo-o-od!"
She continued to suck softly on his deflating cock as he dozed into a state of bliss over
her. She felt a sudden quick jab against her asscheeks that was intensely pleasurable,
though also surprising. She looked around quickly. It was the dog, Pepe.
"Go sit down, Pepe. Good dog."
That was the first time she knew pleasure from a dog's touch. She forgot the moment
almost immediately.


Chapter 8

Phyllis and Goodman became lovers. Their relationship was a hot and frantic thing. He
taught her more about sex in two months than she had picked up in the previous two
years from her young boyfriends.
She was at Mr. Goodman's house nearly every day. She had wanted to call him
something besides Mr. Goodman. He told her he liked just plain Goodman. It seemed
to her a strange way to address a lover. But for that reason it pleased her.
Phyllis knew she was growing up fast. People around her were noticing the change.
Even her parents treated her with more respect. As Goodman had predicted, they were
beginning to acknowledge that she was growing up.
When she and Goodman were together the girl wanted to be making love constantly.
He was a sexy man when he wanted to be. With Phyllis, he wanted to be. But he was
almost twenty-five years older than she was. Sometimes he flagged.
They were fucking on the living room rug. Pepe was sitting by the fireplace, watching
them. He had grown accustomed to this new behavior between the two humans. At
times Goodman imagined the mongrel took a secret joy in observing their mating.
Every time the man looked his way, the dog was watching them. It even occurred to
him that the animal might be jealous... though of the loss of his master's attention, or of
Goodman's sweet young pussy, he couldn't be sure.
The man's buttocks worked furiously over the body of the squirming girl. Goodman's
cock felt hard as a rock as he moved it in and out of the hot clutching portals of her
cunt.
"Oooohhhh... Goodie... I'm getting so high! Keep fucking me, lover!"
He was doing the best he could, struggling to resist the alluring tug of her talented
pussymuscles. It wasn't easy. This was the third time they had made it this afternoon
Goodman's whole body strained to lose itself in the tempting spell of orgasm.
She began to work her hips up to meet him. Her groin slapped hard against his on each
instroke. This was all Goodman could take. He was cumming!
"Uuuuhhh... jee-zuz..."
"Oh!" she cried frantically. "Not yet, Goodie! I want to do it some more! Please!" Much
as she adored her new lover, Phyllis had begun to observe something depressing about
their lovemaking lately.
It left her feeling still hungry inside. Goodman got tired before she did, and then she
was left with an aching frustrated pussy. She knew it wasn't fair of her, to be so
demanding. Or, at least, she didn't think so. She didn't know if her desires were
abnormal. All she knew was that she could keep on going and going and going...
It seemed the more she got, the more she wanted.
As she lay worrying about her recent dilemma, the cum oozed out of her damp cunt.
She heard the soft sounds of his breathing next to her. As usual, he had fallen asleep.
Fucking always did that to him.
She began to weave fantasies in her mind, preparing to jack off. Before she could reach
down to her tingling cunt-slit, she felt a hot wrenching assault on her defenseless pussy.
"Ooooohhh!" she gasped. Her eyes flew open.
She couldn't believe it. It was Pepe the dog! He was standing between her parted
thighs. His head was bent to her twat. He did it again! His tongue snaked down and
lapped up the juices flowing from her cunt. She was about to moan again, but
instinctively she suppressed the urge. She didn't want to awaken Goodman. Not yet,
before she found out about what was happening to her!
Her brain struggled to interpret the ramifications of letting an animal lick her cunt. Her
gut instinct was that it was wrong, it was depraved. Her gut feeling was that it was
intensely thrilling. The dog's tongue was like nothing she had ever felt before. Rough,
yet smooth. Hot, moist, tantalizing.
"Mmmm..."
She hushed herself quickly. Her cunt-mound began to writhe urgently up in search of
the animal's greedy prods.
Perverted as it might be, it seemed that what the dog was doing was just what Phyllis
had been needing. She was not ready yet to forget her throbbing cunt and take a
snooze. There were urgent longings pulsing in her belly, demanding that they be taken
care of. Pepe's long eager tongue promised to take good care of them.
The dog paused for just a moment and looked at her. If Phyllis hadn't known better,
she would have sworn he was smiling. His head bent back to his task. Again and again,
his tongue launched its fiery assaults on her twat. She was climbing higher, steadily
higher. Just the thought of the perversion of what she was doing drove more hot juices
from her cunt.
It thrilled her too to have to keep quiet. Just the sounds of the dog's probing were like
an erotic melody to her ears. She looked over at Goodman. He still slept peacefully,
oblivious to the depravity taking place right next to him.
Poor Goodie! she thought, and then forgot about him.
Goodman had read her nature well. Phyllis was a selfish girl. Where her pleasure was
concerned, no one and nothing else stood the chance of a snowball in hell. She was
going to reap the sweet pleasurable harvest the dog's tongue promised her. And
morality be damned!
She planted her hands firmly on the rug on either side of her and pushed her asscheeks
up off the floor. She was moving her hips in great exaggerated motions. She was
intensely excited, almost too excited. The big bang she longed for continued to elude
her.
It was when Pepe moved a little to the side that she got her obscene idea. The dog was
turned on by his lewd chore. His cock was hard! It protruded long and red from his
cock-sheath. It hypnotized the girl.
She thought about it for several minutes, while her pussy continued to drive up against
the dog's mouth. Continued to savor the sweep of his tongue over her asshole, her
pussy, her clit. There was something so incredibly intriguing about the idea of taking
the dog's cock up into her pussy... so intriguing that she kept telling herself, "Why
not?"
She was frightened by her boldness and excited too. Not entirely sure what the best way
to do it with the dog would be, she decided to maneuver herself onto hands and knees.
That way, her pussy would be presented to him the same way as that of a bitch.
Like an animal, she knelt in front of her lover's dog, waving her ass suggestively in the
air. She worried lest the dog not know what she was getting at. What would she do
then?
She need not have worried. Pepe was a bright dog and a self-interested one too. He
wasn't about to sit staring stupidly while a female waved her ass in his face. His cock
was throbbing for action. Action was right there, beckoning to him.
The big mongrel mounted the brunette's swaying buttocks. His claws dug into her
flesh, just enough to let Phyllis know she was taken. She was beyond the point of no
return. Tempted this far, the dog would have his way. Phyllis felt a chill of mixed fear
and excitement shoot up her backbone.
As she felt the heavy cudgel of the dog's cock thwack against her thigh, searching for
her hole, she looked anxiously over at her lover. Still sleeping. That was good. She
would much rather that Goodman just kept right on sleeping until she and Pepe were
done. Though she was hot enough now, that even if he tried to stop her, she would
fight him... fight him for the right to indulge herself in depravity. She wanted that big
dog-cock! She wanted it right up inside her hot hungry cunt!
Pepe obviously wanted it just as much as she did. He rutted forward again and again,
trying to sink his long pointed cock in her waiting pussy. Each time, his cock merely
slid down over her pussy-entrance, slapped uselessly against her thigh. She squirmed
frantically back, trying to catch hold of his cock with her pussylips. It was just when she
was thinking of giving up in exasperation that Pepe found his mark. His hard cock
drove swiftly up into the hot welcoming dampness of the teenager's cunt.
"Uuuuuhhhh!" She could not suppress her cry this time. Pepe's ruthless instroke
knocked the wind and the moan right out of her. At once he began to move his cock in
and out, in and out of her clutching cunt. She was overwhelmed by his brutal sex-drive.
It was like nothing she had ever known before. Quickly she took her bearings to make
sure she was all right.
She seemed to be still intact. Though she feared his sudden entry might have hurt her,
there were no pain signals coming from her twat. Instead her pussy-hole was throbbing
in response to the dog's relentless strokes. She had never been fucked like this before!
Never!
She realized she liked it. In fact, she loved it!
"Oooohh, yessss, darling fuck meeeee!" She wasn't worrying any longer about
disturbing her boyfriend. In fact, she was almost hoping that Goodman would wake up
and discover her screwing his dog. She wanted him to know how self-sufficient she was.
If he didn't want to play anymore, she would find her own ways to keep her cunt
satisfied. She was learning that there were all kinds of games in the world. Until a few
minutes ago, Goodman had been the best lover she had eve r known. Now the dog was
making a furious bid to take his place. "Oh Pepe baby... your cock's so hard in
mmmeeee! God, my pussy's so hot!"
No man could have slept through Phyllis's groans and wails. She was moving like a
madwoman, being knocked across the floor by the lusty slamming of the animal's loins
against her buttocks. As soon as he recognized the commotion as the sounds of fucking,
Goodman sat upright, looked confusedly around him. He could scarcely believe what
he saw. In fact, he didn't want to believe it!
The lovely young brunette was kneeling naked in front of his dog's ardent grasp. She
was slamming her ass back at his loins, taking his long red cock deep up into her pussy.
"Why... you little slut!"
His exclamation was more a statement than an accusation. He was still too awed to
think about taking any action against her. What's more, he had to admit to being a
little fascinated by the sheer depravity of the girl.
She heard his words and looked back over her shoulder at him. She saw the lusty
amazement in his eyes. It made her cunt throb. It gave her a pleasing surge of power to
feel her independence from him. She felt very much in charge of her own libido. No
one male could ever tie her down. There were plenty of them in the big wide world.
There were even big fuzzy dogs with long filling cocks to ream her pussy to pulsing
distraction.
To show him what she could do, she began to screw her buttocks backward more
feverishly than ever. "Oh God, Goodie! Pepe has such a nice big cock! It feels so good
in my pussy!"
For a moment she remembered how it had been between her and Goodman when they
first became lovers. How exciting! How all-consuming! She had scarcely known until
these last few minutes that she was already outgrowing their relationship. He was a
man – with lovely dreams, that was true – who spent most of his time sitting at his
desk writing books. He had intrigued Phyllis. She had loved him, in a way. But she still
had her fantasy to fulfill. Yachts, parties, jewels, clothes... and now sex, too, was on her
list. She wanted to live extravagantly. A full exciting life. Not just sitting at home and
talking about it!
"Oh Goodie! Be happy for me! It feels so good!"
He watched her, sad-eyed. He had thought she was all grown up a couple of months
ago. He had been wrong. She was still growing. She would grow more... away from
him. She was a woman of appetite. There was no room for her to grow inside his quiet
house, with his curious, his dreams and his typewriter.
"I am happy for you, Phyllis honey! Make your pussy holler, baby! Work it out!"
He went over to the bar and fetched himself a drink. He stood watching her as she
wriggled her round full asscheeks against the dog's hairy loins. His dog's red cock
looked obscene, surging up into her dark pink hole. At first, he wanted to turn away.
Then he knew he was hooked. His writer's curiosity demanded that he know how it
would all end.
"Ohhhhh! Harder, Pepe! Harder!" Nothing existed for the girl now but the red-hot
sensation ripping through her body. She felt so high! Like the sky was the limit! She
was climbing for the stars!
Suddenly life had taken on a new intensity, a new fervor. She was beginning to
understand exactly how she must live.
Suddenly her mind was a fireworks blast of color and energy.
"I'm cumming-g-g-g!" she shrieked, and Goodman hoped he had remembered to close
all the windows. He could see the animal humping furiously against her. It took him a
moment to realize he was spilling his dog-cum in her cunt. He poured himself another
drink and took her one.
"Here's to you, Phyllis, my dear! A long and happy life!"
She never saw Mr. Goodman again. Four months later, she moved to another city and
got herself a job in a massage parlor. With her first paycheck, she bought a dog.


Chapter 9

Debbie had not been the same since the night of the sex show. Matt wasn't exactly sure
what had gotten into her, but she had been a changed woman for the last couple of
days.
The man and his teenaged girlfriend had never exactly lived together. They had
maintained their own apartments. But it was mainly a front. Most of their time was
spent in Matt's spacious uptown apartment. Since the show, Debbie had been spending
long hours on her own. Matt had no idea what she was doing. Despite the fact that he
had been longing recently for a chance to spend time with other women, he didn't like
his new freedom. Not when it wasn't all his own idea.
Halfheartedly, he made dates with other women. But it was still Debbie on his mind.
The nineteen-year-old had been in a constant state of excitement since the night of the
show. She had the feeling that something wonderful was going to happen to her... could
happen if she would only let it. She wanted to make herself available to adventure. The
best way seemed to be to keep herself out and about. She went shopping. She dined
alone at expensive restaurants. The girl was watching people, watching their reactions
to her. On the third day, she went to a bar alone. It was a well-known bar, a notorious
place for swinging singles.
As she drank her manhattans, she was aware of handsome young men surveying her
from afar. She met their glances boldly, but gave no indication of her interest one way
or another. She didn't want to interrupt the flow of fate.
At last she was approached by a handsome, self-confident male of about thirty.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure."
Debbie was being reckless. She had already had two manhattans. She was already
feeling tipsy. She looked at her new companion as she drank and tried to imagine him
perched in a tree watching for carrion. She started to giggle.
"What's funny?" He was looking down the low-cut neckline of her blouse and smiling.
"I was trying to imagine what you'd look like sitting in a tree." He continued to smile.
His arm slid around the back of her neck. "Well, if it was the two of us, we'd look like a
couple of lovebirds, I guess. What do you say, baby?"
She giggled again. He was awfully good-looking, but he didn't seem too bright. "I say
'sure'."
"Great. Then let's get out of this dump."
Debbie was not sure what she had agreed to, but she followed the man a little wobbly
out to his car. It was a big silver job; Debbie was impressed.
"Whew! Some car!"
"Get in, baby... and I'll put on the air-conditioning to keep us from boiling over." He
winked suggestively.
The young redhead was thoroughly enjoying herself. It was obvious what was on the
man's mind, and that excited her. He seemed harmless enough... maybe just a little
corny in his approach. She was feeling confident. She knew instinctively that she could
handle whatever he dished out. He had guided the car out onto the open road.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought it would be fun to take a little drive up north. I know a great place to have
dinner. Whatever your little heart desires."
"Mmmm... sounds great."
"Why don't you give me a little head along the way?"
His question was voiced so casually, she wasn't sure she had heard him correctly. She
was going to ask him to repeat himself, but she changed her mind. Her pussy was
throbbing at the obscene suggestion. She had never sucked a guy's cock while he was
driving. And this man was a perfect stranger! But that just made the idea all the more
appealing.
She moved closer to him on the wide seat. Her hands fumbled with his fly. At last she
pulled out the thick throbbing shaft of his cock. It was an impressive-looking cock. She
began to caress it gently with her fingertips.
The man had scarcely dared hope that the girl would pick up on his bold suggestion.
Now that she had his aching cock in her hand, his heart was beating like a
sledgehammer. This was going to be a fantasy come true. He kept his eyes on the road
ahead. He eased his ass forward a little on the seat. He wanted her to have lots of room
to work!
The alcohol pounding through her bloodstream was inspiring Debbie. She had always
been an adventurous girl, but tonight she was breaking all the rules. There had been
limits before, but the sex show had given her a new determination to abandon those old
barriers. She was a grown-up woman. She wanted to see what she could do with it!
There was little light in the car, just enough to enable her to admire the contours of his
cock. The head seemed to have a sheen on it. Her hand was urging out a trickling flow
of fluid!
Debbie bowed her head over the throbbing shaft of his cock. She held his prick firmly
at the base, serving it up like a popsicle to her trembling lips.
Her mouth closed tight over the thick fleshy cock. Her lips slid down, down, coating
his whole shaft. With one long smooth flow, his cock was engulfed in hot welcoming
mouth!
"Uuuuuhh!" he grunted with lewd satisfaction. He gave his hips a little twist, to relish
the snug fit of her cheeks over his pulsing cockhead. What a turn-on! He didn't even
know the girl's name, and here she was, giving him a headjob while they sped down the
almost deserted highway. "Ooohhh... yeah, baby! Just go ahead and help yourself! Shit...
feels terrific!"
His obscene encouragement inspired the redhead to work harder. Now that she had the
strange man's cock safely inside her mouth, it was time to begin to investigate it. To
lick the tip, to see if she could find any more of those sweet-tasting drops of jism. To
run her tongue up and down the length, making him grunt wantonly at her skilled
touch. She liked best the texture of his round firm cockhead, the way it fitted so neatly
into the warm oval of her lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." she moaned.
The girl realized her pussy was soaking wet. She had never been so excited by the sheer
whorishness of something she had done. She could feel her clitoris hard and pulsing
inside her panties. A man whose name she didn't even know! Driving her she didn't
know where! While she gave him a blowjob! She thought of the women, Nancy and
Phyllis, the reckless performers in the sex show. She felt a curious satisfaction that she
was carrying on their lewd tradition. They were bound to approve of the wanton
sexuality she was displaying now!
Alcohol always made Debbie even more turned on than she was normally. She felt a
little dizzy... not too much, just enough to excite her. She focused all her attention on
the rock-hard cock in her hand and sucked as if her life depended on it. Up and down,
up and down, her head bobbed with superhuman energy.
The man was tilting his hips up regularly now, feeding his aching hard-on into her
hungry lip-clasp with rhythmic haste.
"Jee-zuz, beautiful! It's harder than I thought to keep my mind on driving with my cock
up in your sweet hot mouth! Shit, suck it harder, baby! This is the best joyride I've ever
taken in my life!"
It pleased her that he was as totally absorbed in their depraved game as she was. She
didn't know who he was... she didn't even want to know – that was part of the fun. But
she liked the way he turned on. She liked his uncaring lust for pleasure. Sometimes
Matt seemed so stodgy. Maybe it was because he was forty. Maybe it was because he
just wasn't as excited about the joys of cocks and cunts as she was. She wanted more
playmates like this man! More abandoned lechers with nothing on their mind but
thrilling ways to make themselves feel good.
"Oh God, I love sucking your cock!" she blurted out, then slipped her lips all the way
down to the hairy base of his cock. Her head began to move faster now. She grew
obsessed with the idea of making him cum. Of getting him to give her a hot mouthful
of cum while he drove them off into the night. Her lips nibbled at a rapid-fire pace. Her
head was tireless in its bobbing action.
"Jee-zuz, baby! What are you trying to do to me?"
He clutched the steering wheel fiercely. Struggled to keep the car on a steady course.
He had never felt anything like it! She was sucking the juices right out of him!
"Shit! I'm cumming! Swallow it, bitch! Swallow it!"
He didn't have to tell her that. Nothing could have kept her from gobbling up the
spurting fountain of his cum.
She kept nibbling his deflating cock long after his climax was over. Her pussy was hot
as fire. She was turned on in a way she had never been turned on before. Her hunger
was desperate.
"Oh baby! That was far out! You deserve a lobster dinner for that one!"
"I've got a better idea," she told him boldly. "Why don't you pull over somewhere? I'd
rather have sausage. Nice thick juicy cock-sausage! My cunt is dying for a good meal."
He almost lost control of the steering wheel. Her lusty words made his cock surge to
new life. What a whore! He couldn't wait to fuck her.
"Okay baby! You've got yourself a deal!"


Chapter 10

Debbie was determined to get Matt to go out more in the evenings. Despite all that was
happening in her life, she still liked to be around the older man. He still meant
something special to her. She decided there was no reason they could not remain close.
She would just have to change some of his habits, that was all.
As they sat sipping their drinks in a local bar, Matt observed Debbie closely. She was
doing a lot of talking, and loudly. She was more animated than he had ever seen her.
He wondered for the hundredth time what she had been doing the last few days.
Despite his misgivings, Matt felt a strong surge of affection for the girl. She looked
lovely in the bar's soft lighting. So young and eager and full of life. What she was
talking about, though, made him nervous. She was discussing the sex show.
He could tell that the couple at the next table was overhearing her. They were making
no attempt to disguise their interest in what the teenager was saying. Matt tried to
signal Debbie to cool it. She paid no attention. He suspected she knew she had an
audience, and was enjoying it. That was not like Debbie. She was usually more discreet.
The man from the next table leaned over and invited them to join them for a drink.
Without consulting Matt, Debbie picked up her drink and moved her chair over. That
too was unlike the girl. She usually followed Matt's lead in social situations. Reluctantly
he followed her. He was uncomfortable with the other couple. Though they were both
attractive people, in their early thirties, they were loud and more aggressive than Matt
liked his company.
"Pleased to meet you, Matt." The man reached across the table as Debbie made
introductions. He snapped his fingers for the waitress and ordered a fresh round of
drink.
Both the man and the woman began to pump Debbie for more information about the
sex show. They claimed they were interested in seeing one themselves.
"You have to have an invitation," Debbie told them. "But I'm sure Matt and I could
help you out there," she added brightly.
With all her usual exuberance, she described the lusty goings-on at the show. She
lingered particularly over the descriptions of the dogs fucking the women. That part
seemed to interest the couple – whose names were Bill and Vera – more than anything
else.
Matt quietly drank his Scotch and watched his young girlfriend lap up the attention
from the two strangers. The touch on his knee was so unexpected that it took him a
moment to figure it out. He tried to assume it was Debbie, but she was on the other
side of him. He turned toward the strawberry blonde on his right. Her eyes were
smiling at him over her glass.
The big man wasn't sure how to respond to what was happening. There was no doubt
in his mind now that the couple was looking for some action. From her enthusiasm, he
realized that Debbie too was interested. It was up to him. Was he going to respond to
the tempting fingers moving up his thigh?
Despite himself, he felt a definite surge in his groin. The woman was beautiful. The
longer he looked at her, the more attached he grew to the view of her ample cleavage.
Her face was exciting too. She had the heavy-lidded stare and the full pouting lips of a
natural sensualist. He could practically smell the hot ready pussy under her dress.
"I'm really pleased we met, Matt," Vera purred in that husky voice of hers. "Bill and I
are always looking for attractive, compatible couples. They're harder to find that you
would imagine."
"Oh yeah? And what makes a couple compatible, do you think?" He held his face close
to hers. He had reached under the table and was holding her hand against his thigh.
She was making a valiant effort to break free and grope for his crotch.
She nodded toward her husband. "He likes them young. I like them strong and hard
enough to do the job."
The look on her face made Matt's cock pulse. He let go his hold on her hand. She
reached for the thick swelling in his pants.
"Oooohh!" she said, wide-eyed. Then she turned back to the others and began to
participate in their conversation.
Matt was again quiet... on the outside, at any rate. By the time he realized what the
others were talking about, it was too late for him to back out. He wanted the woman
attached to that hand!
Bill had been telling Debbie that they had a German shepherd at home who had been
specially trained to fuck women.
"Would you like to come over and try it?" he asked lewdly.
The girl's pussy tingled. She gulped down the last of her drink.
"Yes!" she told him bluntly and rose to leave.
The others followed her to the door. Matt was still trying to cope with the information
floating through his scrambled brain. They were going over to Bill and Vera's house, so
Debbie could fuck their dog. He wanted to grab his girlfriend by the scruff of the neck
and take her home. At least, part of him did.
The rest of him was hypnotized by the struggling grind of Vera's taut pert asscheeks as
she preceded him out the door.
They all climbed into Bill's big car. It was a short drive to their place, a sprawling home
in suburbia. The dog was barking as they approached. One word from Bill was enough
to shut him up. The man reached for Debbie's hand and pulled her forward.
"Debbie honey, I want you to meet Rocky. Vera named him that because she said his
cock is hard as a rock. You can let me know if it's a good name for him."
Debbie felt herself shiver. She was high from the booze and from the perverted glow of
her depraved purpose. The dog was big, at least as big as the German shepherd Stud
who had screwed Nancy in the show. She stole a quick glance at his groin. No cock,
showing! Just the hairy low-hanging cocksheath. She knelt down and rubbed his ears.
He whimpered and buried his nose in her armpit.
"I think he likes me."
"You bet he does! I've never met a good-looking woman yet that old Rocky didn't like!
I wanted to call him Stud."
"That was the name of the German shepherd in the show!" Debbie told him.
"You see? It would have been a perfect name."
Vera squirmed her well-shaped ass past her husband and Debbie and headed for the
bar. "Well, I like Rocky better. It's more personal."
Matt followed the others into the house. He accepted a drink from Vera. The big man
was confused, by his own lack of decision more than anything.
It wasn't like him to let himself be dragged around like a bull with a ring in its nose.
He went up to his girlfriend, who was sipping greedily at her own drink.
"Debbie... how are you feeling? You sure you want to go through with this?"
The redhead looked up at him with bright eyes. "Oh yes, Matt. I've never been more
sure of anything in my life."
She seemed so remote, so confident. Matt was wondering if he even knew who she was
any more. He sat drinking moodily by himself while the others talked and giggled and
played with the dog. Bill began to remove Debbie's clothes, and Matt felt a quick surge
of resentment. But what could he do? This was what she wanted, and he didn't have
any ties on her that gave him the right to tell her no.
The red-headed teenager was kneeling naked on the rug now. Despite himself, Matt
experienced a wrench of lust as he watched the German shepherd nose her ass-cleft.
She was a good-looking woman all right, and the rich flush of lust made her look even
better.
Something happened just then to distract the big man's attention. Vera pulled her dress
over her head. She was naked underneath her big ripe tits, her tiny waist, her flaring
hips and blonde pussy-patch were all there for him to see and admire. She was grinning
at him, watching for his reaction.
Almost instantaneously, his cock swelled to full erection. The eroticism level in the
room was growing steadily. Matt felt powerless to fight the excitement all around him,
even in his own pants. He uttered a long low whistle. Just as he was about to beckon
Vera over, she beat him to it. She pushed his thighs apart and knelt boldly between
them. Her fingers fumbled with his fly.
"This is what I want!" she cried exultantly as she pulled out the thick shaft of his cock.
At once she took it into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, a little roughly. Her
impatience sapped the last of Matt's resistance to the orgy. He wasn't going anywhere
now, not until that throbbing cock of his was satisfied. So absorbed was he in his own
surrender to pleasure, Matt did not even see the dog take his first tongue-swipe at his
girlfriend's upturned buttocks.
The tongue stabbed right into the slit between her asscheeks. It swept over the hairy
soft flesh of her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh!" Debbie wailed. She thrust her ass higher in the air. Next time, she
wanted the dog's tongue to reach all the way to her clitoris.
It was her cry that recalled Matt's attention. He couldn't get over the abandoned look
on his young girlfriend's face as she wriggled in lewd demand for more of the dog's
tonguing. She looked like a savage, a passionate primitive with orgiastic revels on her
mind.
Debbie got what she wanted. The next time, Rocky's long pink tongue lapped at her
swollen clitoris before it swept back over her cunt and her puckered asshole.
"Aaaiiieeeee!"
Her moans excited raw emotions deep in Matt's belly. All of a sudden, he didn't give a
damn about the morality of what was going on. If his girlfriend wanted to get it on
with a dog, so what! What the shit did he care, as long as he got his own kicks! He
pulled harshly at the blonde hair falling over his thighs. He forced Vera's head up and
down over his palpitating cock.
"That's it, cunt! Suck my cock! Suck it good! Oooohhh yeah... move that hot ass of
yours too!"
The blonde's asscheeks waved in the air as she labored over the big man's erection. She
was having the time of her life. Even when Matt's hands let go, her head continued to
rise and fall energetically over his groin. A constant flow of lewd whines and burbles
escaped her throat. She could imagine what was going on behind her... the young
redhead making the acquaintance of her dog. The thought drove her on. Vera loved a
good orgy!
Debbie's whole young body was tense with expectation. She was keyed up for the
moment when she would feel a long tapered dog-cock soaring up into her pussy. She
kept looking back over her shoulder, to see if Rocky had a hard-on yet. The first
glimpse of his pointed cock made her cry aloud.
"Oh God, look at it! He's got a hard-on for me! Jeez, I want it! I want it!"
Bill wanted it too. He was wearing an aching erection, just from the thought of
watching the teenager learn to take dog-cock. His hands ran lustily over her kneeling
body. He fondled the dangling orbs of her tits. He caressed her firm round ass cheeks
and her flat tummy. His finger poked up into her pussy-hair and experimented with her
clitoris. The dog's tongue was there too. Between them, they brought the redhead to a
fever-pitch of arousal.
That was enough foreplay, Bill decided, and he coaxed the dog to mount the undulating
cheeks of her buttocks. He watched the dog's paws sink into the soft flesh of her hips.
"Shit, this is going to be good!" he muttered.
As the dog started to rut forward in search of Debbie's pussy, Bill pulled down his
pants. He started to stroke the thick shaft of his cock. He couldn't stand not to
anymore!
Again and again, the long pointed dog-cock surged up against the girl's pussy-slit. The
girl was whining with excitement. Everything was ready for the big German shepherd.
All he had to do was find the hole.
After many disappointing tries, Rocky finally hit pay dirt. His blood-engorged cock
drove up into the teenager's twat, splitting the tender passage wide. Bill clutched his
own cock fitfully. This was the moment he loved best. He watched the girl's eyes grow
large. Her jaw drop open in horrified surprise.
"My God! It's too big in meeeee! He's hurting meeeee! Get him out of there!
Aaaaiiieeee!"
Bill's only response was to keep on stroking his swollen cock. They always protested at
first. He knew the lusty redhead would learn to like it.
From his vantage point on the couch, Matt watched his girlfriend struggle against the
dog's remorseless impalement. It was obscene, the way she tried to crawl away from the
dog and he kept skittering after her, lunging his red cock up into her protesting pussy.
Matt found himself idly wondering why he didn't get up to help her. Then he knew he
was taking a secret pleasure in her distress. She had wanted this. She had wanted to
demean herself by fucking a brute beast. Now she was paying the price.
Lured by the redhead's pleading cries, Vera had raised her head from Matt's cock and
turned around to watch. She continued to stroke his cock with quick expert hand
motions. A lusty little smile teased at the corners of her mouth as she watched the
teenager's predicament. She felt the juices of excitement flowing from her twat as she
remembered the first time she had taken a dog's cock up into her cunt. There had been
the pain – first – then had come the awesome excitement. The excitement of total
abandon. She would never forget it as long as she lived. She knew that nothing could
ever match that experience for sheer pornographic thrills.
"Quit fighting it, Debbie!" Her voice was a command. It was meant to startle the girl.
To force her to obey. "Just let it happen and it'll feel good. Try it."
The redhead was so desperate for aid that she would have tried anything at this point.
She felt totally alone, and frightened. No one had rushed to her assistance. They were
obviously going to let her be tortured by the dog until he was done with her. Even
Matt, she discovered when she looked toward the couch, was watching her with amused
lust in his eyes. She felt a surge of anger as she watched the blonde stroke his hard
cock.
Her anger saved her. She obeyed Vera's command instinctively. She was damned if she
was going to be a victim! She wasn't going to let them all have that satisfaction!
She let herself go limp, flow with the dog's tireless forward thrusts. Almost immediately
she felt relief from the pain that was more panic than anything else. Now, she thought,
she could survive until the dog was through with her. And then... then she would tell
all those bastards what she thought of them.
Again she looked toward Matt. Now he was kneeling on the floor, with the blonde on
hands and knees in front of him. He was shoving his cock rhythmically up into her
cunt. She was loving it. Debbie could tell by the enraptured look on her pretty face.
"Oh God, Debbie honey! Your man's good!"
Debbie was about to get angry once again when a new sensation interrupted her. There
was something happening in her belly. The steady brutal pummeling she was getting
from the dog was having its effect. It was exciting her! Her nerve-endings were tingling
in wanton appreciation.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "It feels good! Rocky's cock feels good in my pussy!"
It was only when she heard herself say it that she really believed it. At once, she began
to slam her buttocks back at the rutting animal's loins. So great was her relief at being
freed from her predicament, she became desperate in her pursuit of pleasure. She had
suffered for a few bitter moments there. Now she wanted to enjoy.
Forgotten was the anger she had felt against her boyfriend and the couple who owned
Rocky. They no longer mattered to her at all. What mattered was the thrill she felt each
time the dog's loins slapped her buttocks. She thought back to the sex show, to Nancy,
to Phyllis. She was doing it! She was doing what they did regularly, for pay! She felt
exuberant, as if she had just been through a difficult initiation into an exclusive
fraternity. Now she was a member of the club! She had measure d up to the other
women's standards! Debbie wished they could see her now. It would turn her on to
have them watch her as she had watched them.
Though the two women were not there, Debbie realized that she did have her audience.
Matt was watching her. So were Bin and Vera. She began to writhe wantonly in front of
the dog, reveling in each filling stroke of his big cock.
"Oooohhh, my cunt's so hot! I feel sooooo... uuuhh, jeez-z-z!" She was giving them a
show, and she was going to make it a good one. The best!
She glanced back at Bin who was watching her ass colliding against his dog's loins. He
held his swollen cock in his hand. He seemed to be making a decision. Suddenly he
crawled around in front of her and presented his swollen cock to her. He pressed the
bulbous head against her lips. His gesture thrilled Debbie. She opened her mouth wide
and took in the thick throbbing shaft of his cock.
Matt was a little ashamed of himself for being so turned on by his girlfriend's depravity.
But it seemed he couldn't help himself. His cock was feeling so damned good, steeping
its swollen girth again and again in Vera's clutching twat. He screwed her forcefully,
grunting with the pleasure and the brutal energy of each thrust. Though Vera was on
the end of his cock, Debbie was on his mind.
It was incredible, the way she was taking the dog's cock into her pussy and sucking
Bin's hard cock at the same time. She was like a machine – a machine of flesh. Her
function was servicing the stiff cocks that plugged themselves into her hot holes. She
worked slavishly, more from the love of the task than because she had no choice.
"Jeez, Debbie! You're a whore! A full-fledged whore, and I didn't even know it!" There
was mixed disgust and excitement in his voice. He wasn't sure now which one would
win out. He was getting too much pleasure out of her depravity to think rationally
about her faults. His cock soared deep into Vera's clinging cunt.
Though Vera was keen on watching the wanton threesome in front of her, she was so
turned on by Matt's hard cock that she found it hard to concentrate. Her eyes would
close in ecstasy for a minute. Then suddenly they would flash open, wild with surprise
at a particularly energetic inthrust. Each time she looked at Debbie she felt a hot flash
deep in her belly. The woman seemed to have a bottomless appetite. Her ass was
wriggling for more of the dog's cock as enthusiastically as her mouth was nibbling on
Bill's. Yes, Debbie was all woman all right. It was hard for Vera to think of her as a girl
now. Her sensuality was already ripe and mature. She knew now what an older man
like Matt saw in her, besides her good looks.
Bill's mouth hung open in mute surprise as he watched the redhead gobble his hard
cock. Her appetite seemed to have no limits. He screwed his cock deep into her mouth.
Instead of gagging, she took what he gave her gratefully, relished it like an exotic treat.
"Wow, honey! You're good! You sure know how to get it off!"
Which was what Debbie was on the very verge of doing. She worked like a madwoman
for several seconds, then suddenly all the stops came out. She was cumming! Though
she couldn't express in words what was happening, she knew her two lovers sensed it.
Soon Rocky was shooting his, dog-cum deep into her belly. Bill yielded to her twisting,
mouth and gave her a second dose of cum. She gulped it all down, relishing the flavor,
reveling in her perversion.
Watching his girlfriend taking the two spurting cocks made Matt let go. He shot his
load deep into Vera's cunt. "Christ! Uuuuuuhh, shit it feels good to cum in you!"
His cock got harder and thicker at the moment he came. The extra friction was just
what Vera needed to make her climax.
"Ooooohhh... I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!" The blonde's face wore a crazy grin. She felt
intensely pleased with the way the evening had gone. She and Bill had really lucked out
when they found Debbie and Matt.
When the four humans had recovered their senses, they settled down to some hard
drinking. It eased the tension that still hovered in the air, despite the sexual scene they
had all been through.
Debbie realized most of the tension was coming from Matt. Though he had been
turned on by her performance, she could tell he was not comfortable with her now. He
was having difficulty looking her in the eye.
When they were finally dropped off by Bill at their car, they found they had nothing to
say to each other. They drove back to Debbie's apartment in silence.


Chapter 11

Debbie was surprised when Matt followed her up to her apartment. She thought that,
with the apparent hard feelings between them, they would be spending the night in
their own apartments.
She was unnerved by the methodical way the big man followed her up the stairs. She
sensed something... something frightening... something she had never recognized in
Matt before.
To test him, she turned in the doorway after she had unlocked the door. "Would you
like to come in...?" She was trying to be sarcastic. He pushed her aside and walked in.
He waited for her to get out of the way before closing the door noisily.
Now Debbie was visibly trembling. It took several moments of Matt's silent stare before
she got up the nerve to speak again. "I don't know why you're looking at me like that. I
haven't done anything to you. If you don't like the way I behaved tonight, I... well..."
She sucked in a mouthful of air for courage before continuing. "... then maybe you
shouldn't be here."
"Shut your mouth." Each word was uttered slowly, distinctly.
The redhead realized there was something afoot that was bigger than she was. She tried
to beat a hasty retreat to the bedroom. He caught her by the arm and held her.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"To get out of the way. This is my home and I can do anything I – " Whack! His hand
came down sharply on her cheek. Tears sprang to her eyes.
"You don't seem to understand what's going on here." His face came very close to hers
as he spoke. It was as if she were a slow child, and he was patiently trying to help her
understand. "I have a score to settle with you, young – if you'll excuse the expression –
lady." He was holding her by both arms now, forcing her to look at him, his fingers
digging into her flesh.
Matt was pretty drunk, and he knew it. His better instincts told him he ought to wait
until morning to settle this. But he was too aroused to hold himself back. His brain
kept replaying the memory of the redhead kneeling between the dog and the man,
coaxing them both to exploding ecstasy. It had turned him on, sure. It still turned him
on in a perverse kind of way.
But it did something else. It aroused the anger in Matt a primitive anger that he was
not very familiar with... an anger he normally shied away from, because he considered
himself a "civilized" man.
Matt's civilized side was disgusted with himself for hurting her when he had no right to
do so. His primitive side took pleasure in her discomfort. It was time for her to pay for
her lewd antics.
Ever since the sex show, she had been carrying on as if she were the only person in the
relationship. As if it were only her wants that counted. Matt had reached his limit. He
wasn't going to take any more. He was going to let her know once and for all that she
could go only so far with him.
"Are you proud of yourself?" he demanded, goading her. He wanted her to give him an
excuse to slap her again. He needed to feel that primal satisfaction.
Debbie was shocked by her boyfriend's behavior. All the time she had known him, Matt
had always been in perfect control of himself.
"I don't have to answer to you for what I've done, Matt. We're not married. I–" She
had known she was asking for trouble, that he was taunting her. She had known... yet
she couldn't help herself. It was as if she were in a play. There were certain parts to be
enacted. Hers was to learn the revenge of a proud man aroused.
Predictably, the blow fell.
It was harder this time than the first. It sent her sprawling onto the living room carpet.
She held her hand to her face and stared at him. In his rage, he was more attractive to
her than he ever had been before. She had admired his control. But sometimes it was
too much. Many times she had wanted him to lose control, to show his human side. At
last she was getting what she had secretly wanted. Her body shook, from fear and from
growing sexual excitement.
Matt was impressed that she was not crying. He knew that last smack must have really
hurt. She stared at him like a cornered animal, defiant, wary. Her green eyes flashed.
He could feel a throb in his cock. Though he knew he shouldn't like what was
happening, he was thoroughly engrossed in the depraved excitement of the encounter.
Somehow, he knew this was necessary. It had been building between them for a long
time now, this love-hate tension.
Her skirt had flown up over her hips. She had made no effort to arrange it. Her white
panties attracted him the way a red flag does a bull. He began to unbuckle his trousers.
Debbie could feel the spirit rising in her once again. She wasn't going to be any
pushover! She would fight him to the last breath!
"You bastard!" she hissed. "You fucking hypocritical bastard! You got your rocks off
tonight, as good as I did! Where do you get off thinking you're better than I am?"
He laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. "Sure, I got off, baby! Hell, it's not
every day I get to watch some cunt screw a goddamned dog! Especially the cunt I've
been banging for the past couple of years! It was a thrill, baby! A real thrill!" He was
naked now, but he still held his belt in his hand.
Debbie was trembling in earnest. The swaying belt had her hypnotized. She feared what
he might do next.
"What are you–?" He swung it a little more noticeably, relishing the look of growing
fear on her face. "Don't worry, baby. I won't have to use it as long as you're a good
girl... and do everything I tell you. Now, take off those clothes."
"But..." The motion was so quick, she didn't see it coming until it was too late. The belt
swung down and caught her on the ass. Thwack!
"Noo!" Again tears sprang to her eyes. Despite the pain, she could feel an awesome
tingle in her pussy. She didn't understand it... how pain and pleasure could be such
close allies.
The threat of the swaying belt left her no time to ponder her reactions. Quickly and
quietly, she stripped off her clothes.
The big man was totally absorbed now in the primitive game. His cock stood out in
front of him like a pointer. A dull thud in his balls kept him on the verge of abandon.
"That's better, baby. Quicker, get 'em off!"
She huddled on the floor, naked, watching him. The sight of her thrilled him. Her full
ripe tits, her womanly hips, the bright-red thatch of her pussy-hair. He liked her timid
and obedient like this Her attitude brought out the native in Matt.
"Get on your hands and knees, baby! Just the way you did for old Rocky the dog!"
At once ashamed and excited by her humiliation, she did as she was told. The young
redhead had never felt so vulnerable as she did kneeling naked in front of her enraged
lover, her lush ass swaying in the air. The cool wash of air on her genitals made her
shiver. It was crazy, what was happening. She was enacting a long-treasured fantasy,
suffering it through, and getting off on it at the same time.
"Matt... I..." She thought it would be better if he could be a little less angry.
Thwack! The belt hit her again. This time, full on the round cheek of her ass. He hit
her a second time for good measure.
Matt felt intensely excited by the way her buttocks quivered under his blows. The sigh
made him want to grab her, to ravish her, to drown her in his cum. He kneeled behind
her and poked his hard cock into the crevice of her ass.
"Now, Debbie baby... I know you're going to be a good girl! You're going to play nice
for me, the way you did for your doggie friend! I won't hit you any more if you're
good."
He sounded almost like his old friendly self again. But there was an underlying tension
in the words. She felt a jolt of anticipation ricochet through her as she felt his stiff prod
slide up along her pussylips. She knew she was wet down there. Hungry for his cock up
inside. Having his turgid cock so close drove her wild with excitement. She began to
squirm her ass back against him.
"Hungry for it, are you, baby! Well, that's nothing new, is it? You're always hungry for
it! You'll take anything you can get, even dogs!" He threw his belt aside and grabbed
her asscheeks cruelly. His fingers dug into the flesh. He felt her flinch. His cock lurched
between her thighs. "Don't worry, baby! You're going to get it! Like you've never had it
before, so help me!"
Yes, that was what she wanted! Her whole body bent to her lusty purpose, she drove
her buttocks back to seek out his teasing cock. He was pushing it along her cunt-slit,
but he wouldn't let it slip up inside. She grew desperate.
"Oooohhh... please... screw me, baby! Screw meeeee!"
After all the erotic input she had enjoyed already this evening, Debbie was voracious in
her need. She had to have cock! She wanted him to do it to her now, to mend the
wounds of their anger in the hot grip of passion.
He could not resist the mewling whines of her pleas. He watched her ass squirm,
marked with the red patches of his blows. The sight combined with her begging
whimpers to drive him beyond the point of no return. He had to do it to her now!
Gritting his teeth in pleasure-agony, he pressed the swollen tip of his cock against her
puckered asshole. He teased her there for just an instant. Then, in one long drive, he
forced his cock deep up inside her virginal ass.
By the time Debbie realized his intention, it was too late! She was filled to bursting with
a hard cock up her ass! And it hurt her! It hurt!
There were times when she had fantasized about being ass-fucked. She had never once
dreamed there would be this much pain. It was more than she could bear. He had to
stop! He had to!
"No please! Not in the ass! You're hurting meeeee!"
The bleating sounds of her cries were like music to his ears. She had put him through a
lot in the past few days. Now was his chance to get back at her for all she had done. To
punish her for being a raunchy little whore! For trying to leave him behind in her
wanton fling at self-indulgence! For waving her lust in his face!
Well, now it was her ass she was waving in his face... and it was he who held all the
aces. She was squirming her buttocks feverishly, trying to escape his relentless
sodomizing. It was no good! He hadn't the slightest intention of letting her off so easy!
"Oooohhh, Grist! You've got a sweet tight ass, baby!" His heartless behavior infuriated
her. She wanted to fight back. She wasn't going to let him do this to her! With all her
might, she tried to lunge forward. It was no good. His hard cock drove smoothly up
into her protesting asshole.
"Oooohhh... nooooo... stop... please..." Her voice grew progressively meeker. "Don't
hurt me, please." She realized now she could not force him to stop hurting her. The
only way out was to humiliate herself, to plead with him.
"Oh come on, honey! Surely a hot lady like you can learn to enjoy getting ass-fucked!
Shit, you like everything else! Come on, baby! Get into it!" Heedless of her moans of
pain, he continued to stroke his way into her tight-clenched asshole. He had to grit his
teeth each time, to steel himself against the incredible thrill of the glove-tight fit. He
had never fucked a woman in the ass before. He hadn't known what he was missing!
"Uuuuuhh... uh yeah... good!"
"Matt... I'm sorry... don't hurt me anymore, please!"
Even as she struggled against the pain, she realized there was a bizarre excitement in
her helpless position. Here she was kneeling in front of her boyfriend, taking his hard
cock up into her ass in a brutal act of revenge. She had never felt so vulnerable before,
so totally subject to the whims of another person'. There was a certain perverse
satisfaction in her lot. All responsibility for her acts was taken out of her hands. She
had only to receive... take whatever was dished out to her.
Though her newly deflowered asshole was still hurting, she began to squirm her
buttocks tentatively back at Matt's loins. It was an act of total surrender. She felt a chill
of aroused rattle her backbone. She was reluctant to admit it at firs t, it seemed so
depraved. But the longer his cock fucked up into her ass, the clearer the truth became.
She was enjoying it! She liked getting fucked in the ass!
Matt couldn't believe what he was seeing, until finally she came right out and told him.
"Uuuuuhhh, yeah... do it in my asshole, baby! It feels so good! Uuhhh fuck! I love it!"
The pain had still not entirely disappeared. It remained, just enough of a presence to
goad her on. It was the pain of a new kind of pleasure.
"Oooooohhh... uuuhhhh, I don't believe how turned on I am!"
Though he was overwhelmed by her reaction, he tried not to let on. That would be like
giving her back the upper hand.
"Yeah... I knew you'd get to like it, baby! Shit, after getting screwed by a dog, a cock up
your ass should be nothing special! Uuuuhhh, it feels good to shove my cock up your
asshole, Debbie! I should have tried this long ago! It might have cooled you down a
little! I think I'm beginning to understand now... there are some women you have to
treat mean... uuuhhh... or they just don't... respect... you!"
With amazed eyes, he watched his thick cock disappear up into her tiny brown hole,
stretched now to its limits. It astounded him the way her sphincter seemed to reach
right out and gobble him up. Even there, she was as greedy as a pig.
Relieved now of the tension of resistance, the redhead devoted herself entirely to
pursuing the thrills of her new depraved experience. It was so exciting, to take a cock
up the ass. Very different from being screwed in the pussy. She felt so much more
helpless this way. And so much more wicked.
Matt was fucking her in earnest now. With her wriggling ass to goad him on, there was
no reason he shouldn't give her the savage treatment she seemed to crave. His swollen
cock worked in and out, in and out in a fierce hard rhythm. He didn't know how long
it went on. Her wailing. Him grunting like an animal. With the same quick ferocity
with which it had begun, it ended.
"Christ, I'm cumming in you! I'm blowing it up your ass!"
The thought of taking his white-hot load into her rectum drove her over the brink.
"Ooooohhh... yeah... make me cummmmmm, lover!"
They dozed together for a short while, recovering from the shock of their union. Debbie
was pleased. For so long, she had wanted to possess the raw side of Matt. At last, she
had it. She had it in the sticky cum flowing from her asshole.
She was surprised when he got up and started to dress.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, Debbie. I don't adapt as quickly as you do. I've gotta have some time to think
all this out. My circuits are overloaded."
She was disappointed. She had been looking forward to a whole night of raw
lovemaking. She was sure ready for it. Just like Matt, she thought. He just finds himself,
and then he shies away, because he's scared of it all. She was beginning to think she
had outgrown him.
"Sure, Matt. Whatever you say."
She mixed herself a manhattan and watched with cool detachment as he prepared to
leave. He came over to kiss her goodbye. She returned his kiss, but her heart wasn't in
it. At one time, she would never have been able to cover for herself that way. She
wouldn't have been able to kiss a man she was disappointed in. She was learning how
to handle men... how to keep her options open.
"Don't go thinking we've done something bad tonight, now," she told him. "It was
good, for both of us." She felt like a mother giving advice to a wayward son.
He looked very serious as he turned to look at her from the door. "It had to happen. I
know that. I just don't understand it, that's all."
She was exasperated. "What's so bloody important about understanding what feels
good? Can't you just let it happen, Matt? You've got to loosen up!" The way she was
speaking frightened her a little. And it impressed her. She realized how much she had
learned in the last little while. She was a full-gown woman!
He gave her a long look, half appeal, half fear. He closed the door behind him.
"Well, what do you know?" she exulted. "He's afraid of me now! He doesn't know what
to expect any more. I'm not his obedient little girl." There was a hardness in her words
that wasn't like her. Not like the old Debbie anyway.


Chapter 12

By the very next day, Debbie's mind was made up. She knew what she wanted to do
next.
Summoning up all her courage, she paid a visit to the private club where she had
witnessed the lurid show that had changed her way of thinking. She knew that there
would be a show tonight. But it was not that that interested her. She wanted to meet
the women, Phyllis and Nancy. She wanted to talk to them. To find out what they were
like. To let them know how profoundly they had affected her life.
Like a groupie waiting for her heroes, she lurked outside the employees' entrance until
she saw a blonde woman approach. There was no mistaking that blonde curly hair, that
pretty face, that open smile. Not knowing what she was going to say, Debbie
approached her. She touched her arm. Nancy stopped and smiled at her.
"Hi!" When Debbie didn't reply, she continued, "Can I help you with something? Are
you lost?"
"No..." Nancy's friendly stare loosened Debbie's tongue. "I was at one of your shows,
and I... I don't know how to tell you this... but I really admire you!" The words came
tumbling out. The girl felt embarrassed. She giggled self consciously.
She felt Nancy's hand on her shoulder. "Wow! A real fan! Do you want my autograph?
Tell you what... I'll do better than that. Come on in and we'll have a beer."
The blonde took her to her dressing room and took two beers from the small
refrigerator. "I'm not usually here this early, but I had some studying to do, and this is
the quietest place I know in the afternoon."
Debbie was surprised. "Studying?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm studying interior design. I want to have something to fall back on
when I get OD'd on this life." She gestured vaguely around the room.
"You mean... you don't like it here?" Debbie was a little disappointed. She had expected
to find a woman devoted to her life of wanton sensuality.
"Sure. It's okay. But, to tell you the truth, honey, I'd rather do it on my own time, with
my own crowd."
"Aren't the others nice to you?"
"Sure, they're okay." Nancy guzzled her beer hungrily. "But, you know how it is. A job
is a job. And when it's a job, it's not really as much fun anymore."
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself," Debbie said doubtfully.
"Sure, I enjoy myself. Christ, who wouldn't? It's a fantasy come true, isn't it? It's just
that, instead of doing it when I want to, I have to do it when they want me to. Listen,
it's not that big a deal, kid. Sure, I like my job. I love sex! I love to be sexy! And you
know something? I've got a feeling that's exactly what you were waiting for me to say!"
Debbie grinned sheepishly. "It's just that... when I was watching you... and... Phyllis... I
started to think about... things... You turned me on. You reminded me of what I was
missing."
Nancy looked at her closely. She was beginning to take the girl seriously. She was a
beautiful young creature, with big green eyes and lots of thick red hair. Her body was
terrific, full and lush. It looked like she got a lot of exercise too. She could feel that the
girl was attracted to her. The vibes were thick in the tiny dressing room. Nancy was
flattered... and interested.
"Why don't you come sit over here, uh... what's your name?"
"Debbie." The redhead sat next to the blonde on the couch. She could feel herself
trembling. Ever since the night of the show, she had been haunted by the greedy way
Nancy's mouth had attacked Phyllis's wriggling twat. She had been wondering what it
would be like to feel a woman make love to her like that. At last, she had decided that
she h ad to find out. That was what had brought her to the club today. She was offering
herself as a sacrifice to the older girl. She was desperate to be accepted. It would shatter
her if Nancy showed no interest.
It was strange, courting a potential woman lover. If Nancy had been a man, she would
have known much better how to act.
Suddenly she felt a hand reach across her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat. It was
happening!
"Debbie, you're really a beautiful woman, you know that? I'm very glad you came to
visit me. In fact, I'm touched. Somehow, I always get into thinking that it's the men I'm
performing for. It's good to know that you responded to me when I was out there. I
don't even know you, but I have the feeling that you understand me."
"I do. I..." Suddenly the other woman's mouth was closing in on hers. Debbie was
being engulfed by a warm wash of erotic sensation. Automatically her tongue darted
out to duel with Nancy's. Her hands reached for the blonde's tits. Nancy wore no bra
and only a thin blouse. The resilient feel of her soft breast-flesh sent a lurid chill down
the teenager's spine.
This was an unexpected treat for the blonde. She had come to work early expecting a
dull afternoon of studying. Instead a delicious young treat had been cast into her lap. It
thrilled the twenty-one-year-old to know the girl had been aroused by the way she ate
Phyllis's pussy. She was sure that was it. Debbie had come to her because she wanted to
experiment with love between women.
She had come to the right girl. No one liked to eat pussy more than Nancy did. And, in
the blonde's humble opinion, no one did it better.
They necked wildly. Nancy's hands groped the redhead's lush body. She liked what she
found. She was eager to learn more.
"God, darling... I want to eat your pussy!"
Debbie thought she would faint. She didn't faint. Instead, her thighs parted easily as
Nancy crawled in between them. Her buttocks slid forward on the couch as the blonde
pushed up her skirt and discovered the naked, red-furred patch of her pussy.
"Oh, a woman after my own heart!" Nancy cooed as her fingers reached for the tender
pink cunt-flanges. "I don't like to wear panties either. They get in the way of the fun,
don't they, darling?"
Debbie was far too preoccupied to answer. Her mind was with the fingers parting her
sensitized cuntlips. She felt a shudder of excitement rush through her, knowing that the
sexy Nancy was inspecting her vulnerable open snatch.
"Oooohhh..." She could feel Nancy's hot breath on her pussy. She held her own breath,
waiting for the awesome moment when she would feel female lips on her greedy twat.
The redhead didn't have long to wait. The sight of the delicate moist pussy before her
whetted Nancy's appetite. She leaned in closer and stabbed her tongue into the tiny
waiting hole of Debbie's snatch. The first taste brought her back for hungry seconds
and thirds.
"Mmmmm... your pussy tasted delicious, Debbie darling!"
The younger girl's eager twat began to hump up into the blonde's face. Nancy's mouth
was setting her on fire.
"Iiiiiii... oh that's soooo ni-i-i-ce! Mmmmm... more like that," she demanded greedily.
Debbie knew instinctively she could be her natural lusty self with Nancy. She already
knew the blonde's potential for pleasure. She would never disapprove of Debbie just
because she wanted to really let go!
The two women immersed themselves wantonly in their torrid session. Debbie was
living out a fantasy she had entertained time and again since the sex show. She spread
her thighs as wide apart as they would go and ground her hot cunt into the blonde's
face. She liked to watch the blonde head bobbing between her legs. Then, when the
ecstasy grew too intense, she liked to close her eyes and roll her head lazily back. Her
mind dwelled on the way Nancy's tongue circled round and round her taut clitoris,
then slipped down over her snatch-lips and onto her responsive asshole. Everything was
good, so very good... made even better, Debbie knew, by the obscene thought that it
was a woman doing all this to her.
The juices flowing from Debbie's aroused pussy were incredibly sweet and fresh-tasting
to the infatuated Nancy. She lapped at them hungrily, drank them down as her tongue
probed the younger woman's cunt for more of the sensual nectar. "Uuuuuuuuhhh... oh
Debbie, you're beautiful, darling! Your pussy tastes so good! So good!"
"Ohhhh... lick me like that!" Debbie held the blonde head over her cunt and ground
her wet flesh into her face. For an instant, the thought flashed through her mind: if
only Matt could see me now! She dismissed it almost as soon as it came. It would
probably only freak Matt out. Matt seemed so remote from this new lusty world she
had discovered. And she was still bitter with him for leaving her the night before. Just
when he had been showing some guts!
"Hey, I thought you were going to be studying!" a shrill voice exclaimed.
Debbie looked toward the doorway, and recognized Phyllis with the Doberman
Pinscher Brand on a leash. She grinned lazily at the intruders.
The redhead could see the unmistakable signs of lust sparkling in the brunette's eyes.
She felt new tremors assault her belly as Phyllis moved in for a closer look.
"Well, what have we here?"
Nancy was used to the brunette's pushiness. She didn't let Phyllis get to her, except on
a strictly physical level. In her own good time, she looked up at her co-worker.
"If you don't know, honey, it's too late for me to tell you."
She returned her mouth to Debbie's pussy and nibbled more fiercely than ever. It was a
point of honor with her to let Phyllis know that she was doing the young redhead good.
Phyllis was not one to pass by the chance to participate in an orgy. She began to strip
off her clothes. It pleased her the way the pretty red-headed stranger watched her with
big admiring eyes. Phyllis started to pose for her benefit. "Hey, why don't you guys take
it all off? It's more fun that way." She was naked now. She noticed the redhead staring
at her luxuriant black pussy-patch. "What do you think, honey? Like it?"
"You're beautiful," Debbie murmured. The girl was tense with excitement. It was more
than she had dared hope for that she should have both beautiful performers to herself.
When Phyllis started to kiss her and brush her naked tits against her, she had no
hesitation about responding. There was no question of loyalties here. These women
were used to games where everyone played at once.
Debbie wasn't used to it, but she was getting used to it fast. Her excitement was almost
unbearable as she clashed tongues with the brunette and wriggled her cunt-mound into
the blonde's working face. It seemed almost incredible to her that her dreams should
have come true so quickly, so easily.
The kisses between her and Phyllis grew more and more abandoned. Before Debbie
knew what was happening, the older woman had pulled away her face and substituted
the large black-furred patch of her cunt.
"Eat me, honey!" she whispered, coaxing the girl by pulling her head forward.
Debbie was awestruck by that hairy mane demanding satisfaction. At first, she froze,
afraid she wouldn't know how to do it right. Then, letting herself be lulled by the
blonde's tongue working up and down, in and out of her own cunt, she extended her
tongue and found Phyllis's clitoris. She started to suck on the hard little nubbin.
"Uuuuhhh... oh baby! You're good! Your mouth feels good!"
Completely uninhibited, Phyllis wound her fingers in the redhead's locks and ground
her greedy snatch against her face. She maneuvered her pussy as best she could, tilting
it higher to let the girl reach in to the heated slit of her pussy. While the girl's 
tonguestabbed her twat, her clitoris rubbed against Debbie's nose.
"Mmmmm... far out!" Phyllis cried.
At first, Nancy felt resentful of the way Phyllis horned in on her action with the
inexperienced redhead. It was so like Phyllis, selfish bitch that she was, never to think
of anyone but herself.
As the triangle progressed, the blonde forgot her bitterness. She looked up at Phyllis's
high taut buttocks as they ground her pussy into Debbie's mouth. The brunette had
straddled Debbie's chest and was working out her lust in the girl's face as if there was
no tomorrow. It was an exciting sight, made more exciting by the sweet ripe flavor of
the girl's hot twat on Nancy's tongue.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Nancy decided to put the Doberman to work. The
dog, still on his leash, was sitting by the door, watching the women expectantly. Nancy
called him over and pulled her skirt up over her bare buttocks.
"Up Brand, baby! Come on! Screw me!"
She knew that, once he got a whiff of her excited cunt, the dog would come up with a
hard-on in no time at all.
She was right. Brand nosed the crack between her buttocks for a moment exciting the
woman with the cold pressure of his snout. He made a couple of passes over her pussy
with his tongue, and then he set about serious business. He mounted her squirming ass
and began to rut roughly forward, looking for the hot wet hole he knew so well.
Though she continued to eat the redhead's wiggling pussy, half Nancy's attention was
on the action going on up behind her. She could feel the familiar heft of the dog's cock
as it smacked against her thighs. He lunged forward, each time getting a little closer to
the opening of her needing snatch.
At last his cock-tip found her pussy and pummeled its way deep up inside.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!"
Nancy's mouth left Debbie's cunt just long enough to proclaim her victory. Then she
began to nibble more ferociously than ever, transferring to the vulnerable twat before
her the excitement tremors that were assaulting her body in wave after heady wave.
It was a foursome now, a lewd chain of lustful depravity. For Debbie, the newcomer to
sex between women, it was wilder than her wildest dreams. She savored Phyllis's pussy
with growing fervor while she waved he own hot twat in Nancy's face. She was aware of
the lewd pounding Nancy was taking from the dog, and from time to time, she pulled
away from Phyllis's cunt just long enough to take a look.
A look was all the brunette allowed her. Phyllis was a greedy lover. She didn't let the
redhead rest for a minute. Her hairy twat assaulted Debbie's face like a starving
creature. Its appetite seemed boundless and its energy the same. Debbie knew she
would have no rest until she brought her to orgasm.
Nancy considered herself doubly lucky now. Not only did she have a luscious young
cunt to lick and explore, she also had that hard unrelenting dog-cock to stretch her
pussy to vibrating joy. She felt a lurch of lust deep in her belly as she realized the
depravity of the impromptu orgy. All three women were getting their pleasure. Woman
on woman on woman, with a faithful dog to complete the chain. This was better than
the acts they put onstage!
The blonde was amazed by the performance of the wriggling redhead. She was sure her
instincts had been right about Debbie when she came in. She was a babe in the woods
where sex between women was concerned. Nancy had never seen anyone learn so fast...
or take such obvious joy in the learning process! Debbie was a natural-born hedonist!
Nancy could imagine what her boss Jerry would say if he could get an eyeful of the
lusty teenager!
"Ooooohhh... Debbie honey! I love eating your pussy! Mmmm, Brand's fucking me so
good! Makes me hungrier than ever for you!" Nancy felt the red-haired pussy grind
more wantonly. She knew her words had excited the girl. Nancy was pleased with
herself for knowing so well how to bring out the best in an eager apprentice!
Phyllis had nothing on her mind but the thrilling sensations coming from her ever
greedy twat. She didn't know who this redhead was, but Phyllis loved the way she ate
pussy. It was just the way the brunette liked it... hard and quick and insatiable.
"Lover... you've got some tongue!"
Debbie was pleased at the appreciation she was getting from her two idols. In fact, she
was more than pleased. She was ecstatic!
"Oooooohhh..." she cried into Phyllis's thick muff. "I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
The hot stab of the redhead's tongue as she came drove Phyllis over the top. "Oh yeah,
baby! Keep at it! You're doing it to meee! Eeeeeee!"
With all the energy being discharged above her, Nancy couldn't hold back, and neither,
it seemed, could Brand! "Oooohhh... he's cumming in me! He's making me
cummmmm!"
There was a shrill mingling of shrieks and moans as the women ground themselves into
sated stillness. At last, they disentangled themselves from the lewd heap they had made
on the floor.
Nancy was the first to recognize the obvious humor in the situation. She looked from
Phyllis to Debbie. "By the way, I don't think you two have met. Debbie, this is Phyllis."
They all burst into laughter.


Chapter 13

Matt was still not comfortable with the way he had acted the last time he saw Debbie.
He had been nothing better than an animal as he kneeled behind her, enjoying her pain
as he fucked her in the ass.
And the worst part of it was that, now, when he thought of it, he felt a renewed
tingling in his cock. He had never suspected he was the kind of man who could enjoy
humiliating a woman!
He thought the best thing he could do was to stay away from the teenager for a while.
Maybe he could regain some perspective.
He began to date a woman closer to his own age – a schoolteacher, about thirty,
impeccably respectable. But she loved to fuck. That was the one way she could be
gotten to! When he told Judy about the sex show he had seen, she had insisted he take
her. Remembering how Debbie had reacted, Matt tried to discourage her. He didn't
want to be responsible for turning another woman into a sex maniac! Judy was not to
be denied. He had to take her! It was that or admit that he didn't trust her!
They had front-row seats. In fact, they were only one table over from where he and
Debbie had been last time. Matt felt a pang of nostalgia as he thought of the lusty
redhead and the way she had enjoyed the show, wailing through orgasm after
wrenching orgasm. He missed her. He had been trying not to recognize the fact, but
there it was... the bare truth. Though pretty and sexy, Judy seemed dull company in
comparison.
He felt Judy's arm grip his as the curtain went up on the little stage. He looked at the
blonde sitting next to him and realized she was turned on already. Just the idea of
attending something so forbidden had glazed her eyes over. She watched the stage,
spellbound.
So interested was he in the reaction of his date, it took Matt a few minutes to switch his
attention to the stage. By the time he did, the action was already in progress.
Two women were dragging a third onto the stage. The prisoner was a voluptuous young
redhead dressed only in a scanty loincloth. Her two guards were the blonde and the
brunette Matt recognized from the last show. He watched with interest as they led the
other girl to a wooden table and bent her over it. They tied her hands down so she was
helpless. She was stretched over the table, her ass facing the audience. Her little
loincloth was no protection from this angle. Her bare asscheeks were in full view.
It was only as he stared at the familiar well-rounded buttocks that Matt's stunned brain
made the identification. He had seen her only as a beautiful redhead before. Now he
was forced to admit it was his very own redhead. It was Debbie, playing the part of the
prisoner!
His first impulse was to get up and leave. But he was rooted to the spot. Intrigued by
the prospect of what was going to happen next. He was only vaguely aware of Judy's
hand seeking out his crotch, fondling his limp cock through his clothing.
He felt a quick surge in his cock as the blonde raised over her head the whip she
carried. She brought it down with a vengeance, making the redhead's buttocks quiver as
the weapon made itself felt.
"Aaaiieee! Nooooo! Don't make me do it!"
It was left to the audience to wonder what the girl was protesting against. They didn't
have to wonder long. The brunette led the big German shepherd onto the stage. She
knelt beside the dog and lewdly stroked his cock... until it protruded hard and red and
pointed from his sheath.
Matt's brain was still reeling as he wondered what had brought Debbie to this. In such
a short time, she had progressed from spectator to performer in an obscene sex show!
When he had left her to herself the last time he saw her – after he had ruthlessly
fucked her ass – he had never guessed her revenge would be to lower herself to the
status of an orgiast for hire.
He remembered the way she had reacted to his punishment that night. She had been
hurting, suffering real pain. But she had learned to enjoy the pain and humiliation. She
was going through the same process now. Though she was still crying no, her asscheeks
were wiggling slightly, a familiar indication to the big man that she was ready to screw.
Though he realized it was all an act, it was obvious her lusty brain was turning an act
into fantasy-reality.
Judy had been trying to get Matt's attention for some time. Impatiently she elbowed
him in the ribs. He looked at her. She was shocked by the strange expression on his
face. It was part lust, but... part – something else. She forgot it almost as soon as she
noted it.
"It's incredible! That redhead? She looks young enough to be one of my students! What
makes a girl do something like this!"
Her voice was trembling. The dog was mounting the girl's ass now, and Judy was
hypnotized by the lurid sight of an aroused animal straining to sink his hard cock in
the pussy of a bound girl. While she watched the progress of the dog's feverish lunges,
she began to fumble with Matt's fly. He didn't try to stop her. She took his passivity as
an indication he was ready to play.
"Aaaiiiieeee!" The tapered red dog-cock had disappeared up into the redhead's twat.
Her two guards, the blonde and the brunette, were kneeling on either side of her,
watching the coupling with rapt attention. Each had a finger inside the panties of her
own skimpy costume.
"I knew you'd like it, cunt!" the blonde exploded. "It feels good, doesn't it? Dog-prick
up the pussy?"
Judy was trying to decide whether the young woman really was liking what was
happening to her. Her cries were getting more frantic by the moment. The dog's cock
was moving at a rapid-fire pace in and out of her helpless pussy. The cries could have
been either pain or pleasure.
The schoolteacher reached into her date's trousers and pulled out the throbbing shaft of
his cock. She was satisfied now that Matt really was enjoying the show. He just had an
odd way of showing it, that was all. She began to stroke the firm fleshy cock excitedly.
She could feel it growing in her hand. Under her dress, her pussy was getting wetter by
the second. She wished that Matt would take an interest in groping her cunt. That
would really be exciting. To give him the hint, she used her free hand to reach up under
her dress and into her panties. Her fingertip circled her stiff clitoral bud.
"Uuuuhh," she moaned. A cock in one hand. Her own pussy in the other. A lewd show
before her. Judy had never been so aroused in her life!
For some time, Matt was aware of nothing but the big red dog-cock moving in and out
of his girlfriend's pussy. How can she do it? his brain kept demanding over and over.
His body had no such fascinations with explanations. His cock responded with
primitive lust to the vision of her firm round ass being pummeled by the dog's tireless
loins.
"Debbie, you damned little whore!" he whispered, unconsciously humping his cock up
into Judy's hand. He was remembering the night he had screwed her in the ass and the
wanton way she had responded. His cock throbbed to such rigidity, it was almost
painful. Almost, but not quite.
He realized at last that the woman next to him was fondling her own hot pussy. He felt
a pang of guilt. He was not giving the blonde the attention she deserved. After all, this
was something brand new for Judy... and obviously fascinating to the lusty
schoolteacher!
He reached over and replaced her hand with his own inside her panties. "God, you're
sopping wet! What a hard little clit you have!" His finger worried her clitoris roughly,
using the same treatment on her that she was using on his pulsing cock.
The big bald-headed man had come onto the stage and stood with hands on hips
watching the lurid scene. The dog screwing the pinioned girl's upturned pussy. The two
guard women fondling their own pussies. He removed his loincloth to reveal his giant
cock. Matt smiled to hear Judy's "Ooohh" join the sighs from the rest of the room.
The bald man kneeled behind the brunette and pulled her ass into the air. He sank his
cock with one long lunge deep into her grateful pussy.
"Aaaaahhh! Fuck me!" she shrieked fiercely.
He did just that, at a deep-driving pace that increased the tension level in the room
noticeably. Judy's hand worked more quickly up and down Matt's cock. He watched the
lusty look on her face as she leaned forward slightly to get a better look at the thick
long cock on the bald man. It gleamed with pussy-juice each time it pulled out of the
clinging depths of the brunette's greedy hole.
"Wow! That guy is hung!"
Matt sank his finger up into her wriggling twat. "Aaaaahhhhh! Mmmmm..." Judy
moaned.
The blonde onstage looked dismayed that she was the only one without a partner.
Smiling mischievously, she got up and pulled off her panties. She straddled the table,
easing her hot hairy pussy close to the face of the bound redhead.
Matt was fascinated. He recalled wondering whether Debbie might have lesbian
tendencies. The way her mouth quivered in search of the blonde's lewdly splayed hole
confirmed his fears. She stuck out her tongue and probed the blonde-fringed snatch.
The woman shuddered and groaned. The teenager seemed encouraged. Her mouth
began to work more frantically in time to the long lunges of the dog skewering her
cunt.
The activity onstage grew more and more frenzied. The blonde whined and threw back
her head in ecstasy as the redhead ate her pussy in earnest. The dog's lusty lunges were
as deep and solid now as they had been from the first stroke. The bald man and the
brunette watched the canine threesome while they screwed violently.
With so much happening, still Matt's interest focused only on Debbie. While he finger
fucked the woman sitting next to him, he watched the young redhead whom he
thought he had known so well taking pussy and dog-cock with equal enthusiasm. He
remembered all the lusty times they had had together... the intimacies they had shared...
and he knew he could not give her up so easily. He would have to fight for her.
The action was reaching the explosion point. The eyes of the blonde grew more
desperate. She smacked her cunt carelessly into the redhead's face. "Christ, I'm
cumming-g-g-g!" She watched the dog tensely, realizing that he too had reached his
crisis. "God, Debbie, Stud's cumming in you! He's spilling his dog-cum up into your
snatch!"
The redhead's gyrations grew more severe, and Matt realized she too was getting it off.
The brunette was right behind them. While she wailed out her passion, the big bald
man smacked his loins against her ass time and time again, driving her roughly over
the peak into fitful forgetfulness. When she was safely gone, he let himself go too.
Though he was vaguely aware of Judy panting next to him, Matt was preoccupied with
his own thoughts. He watched the redhead slowly emerge from the grip of blonde and
dog. She wobbled to her feet when the bonds on her wrists were removed. The bald
man pulled her to him, began to caress the tight globes of her ass. It was obvious that
he intended to fuck her next. Debbie smiled up at him, now a totally pliable love slave.
"I'll be damned if he will," Matt muttered and rose from his chair, pulling his fingers
from the twat of the surprised Judy.
"Where are you going?" she asked, but he was already heading for the stage.
The bald man saw him coming. He stepped forward and yelled, "Get the hell out of
here!"
Matt's reply was a fist to his rival's chin.
The bald man fell back. Before he could recover, he had Matt's foot in his belly.
Debbie stood watching in her tiny loincloth. She was dumbfounded by her boyfriend's
display. She had never known Matt to get in a fight. She didn't even know if he could
handle himself. There was no question in her mind on that score now. Her eyes shone
as she watched him shoot another fist for good measure into the downed man's chin.
She had to prod herself to intervene. She knew she should not be enjoying the fight so
much, but she had never had men come to blows over her before.
"Matt! Stop it! What are you doing?"
A couple of bouncers had already emerged from backstage, but they stopped short
when they realized the troublemaker was a friend of the redhead. "Why don't you get
your friend out of here?" one of them advised her.
It was not Debbie though who was to do the leading. Matt picked her up in his arms
and carried her out of the club. She kicked her legs and screamed to be put down, but
she was relieved when he refused to obey her. At last, Matt was really asserting himself!
He was showing her how much she meant to him! Her pussy throbbed as she watched
his set face, full of purpose. He carried her straight to the car and threw her into the
front seat. "Stay there," he growled. "I'll be right back."
He was going to give Judy ten dollars to get home, but he discovered the blonde had
made her own arrangements. There was a man sitting in his place. His hand was buried
under her dress. Matt decided not to worry about Judy. He saw the bouncers
approaching him. He made a quick exit. Wordlessly, he got into the car and drove
home.
Debbie snuggled against him for warmth and comfort. It had been a wild night for the
girl, her first performance in a sex show... and, she suspected, her last! It had been
exciting to be up there in front of everyone, performing her lewd antics with her
friends. It was more exciting to be claimed by a jealous boyfriend and whisked away.
Nancy had opened her eyes to a few things. Sex shows were a perverted turn-on, all
right. But the real fun came when you were involved with someone you really cared
about. She snuggled her hand into Matt's crotch and fell asleep.
She did not awaken until Matt was carrying her into his apartment.
"Matt," she murmured groggily. "Matt, you were wonderful."
"I am wonderful!" he told her arrogantly. "And it's about time you remembered that!"
"Anything you say, Matt."
He was carrying her into the bedroom.
"Matt?"
"Will you buy me a dog?"
"I'll think about it. But the way I'm about to fuck your brains out, I don't think you'll
be needing a dog for a while!"
"Matt?"
He was naked now. He crawled into the bed beside her. His eager fingers tore away the
flimsy covering of her loincloth.
"Hmm?"
"I love you!"
"I love you too. And the next time I catch you pulling something like that stunt
tonight, I'm going to beat your ass black and blue! Got it?"
She sighed and opened her cunt to his invading cock. "Oooohhh, yess, Matt... I've got
it!"
He sighed, relishing the tight clasp of her cunt-muscles. There was no cunt like
Debbie's cunt. "Well, that's better!"
They fucked all night. Just the way Debbie liked it...


THE END
