DOG-RAPED VIRGIN
By John Kellerman


Foreword

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


Chapter 1

As Cynthia hurried through the park, two things were on her mind. The first was
whether she should go out with Ronny Carson next Saturday night. The second was
that she'd forgotten whether her period would be starting by Saturday. Of course, it
wouldn't matter if she didn't date Ronny. But if she did, and if Ronny wanted to take
her swimming out at Jackson's pool, and if her period had started, she didn't know how
she'd get out of it.
It was getting cool now in the last few weeks of August. The park was pleasant to be in,
but later Cynthia wouldn't enjoy it so much. On her way back home the darkness
would be scary. Behind very tree, a shadow would hide god knows what. Cynthia had
even heard rumors that a huge dog stalked the grassy grounds after the sun went down.
No one had been bitten or hurt, but one girl, so the story went, had been cornered
down by the old bandstand. The dog had ripped her dress off.
"Strange way for a dog to act," Cynthia thought out loud. She hugged her shoulders as
a tremble went through her. No one knew who the dog belonged to, or even exactly
what he looked like. Cynthia smiled to herself. It was funny how she thought of the
animal as a male. But there was something distinctively male about a dog ripping off a
girl's dress – if in fact the incident had actually occurred.
Thinking these things had caused Cynthia to feel strange. She was a little damp
between her thighs, and as she came upon a couple locked in a fiery embrace, she
stopped behind a bush to watch.
The girl and boy were in a private grove of trees, and obviously thought they were
alone. Cynthia recognized the girl as Sissy Hawkins, two years out of high school. She
still worked as a clerk at the dime store in town. She'd been a cheerleader and was
voted the most popular girl of her senior class. Cynthia had never thought of her as
being especially bright.
The boy Sissy was with had her backed up against a big oak tree. And now that
Cynthia could see them better, she was shocked. Sissy's panties dangled around one
ankle and the pretty blonde's short skirt was pushed up around her waist, exposing the
plump, smooth curves of her ass and a brown V of cunt-hair. The boy's fingers were
tangled in the dainty curls.
"... honey... Ohhhh, Ohhhhhh God! Honey... don't!"
Cynthia wasn't more than five feet from them, hunkered down in the thick bushes. Her
own cunt was beginning to seep hot juice into the nylon band of her panties. Just
seeing Sissy being felt up like that was enough to make her heart pound fast. Cynthia
had very limited experience with boys – almost none at all. Her mother saw to it that
she was never totally alone with a male her own age. Not ever.
"God, sissy, you're so wet and hot." The boy kissed the blonde's mouth hard. Cynthia
trembled, thinking of how those lips might feel. There was a squishy sound, and Sissy's
ass jerked.
"Not so hard! Ohhh, you're pushing it way up into me!"
"Why don't we fuck. It wouldn't take but a second." The boy's voice was almost a
whine. Cynthia could tell he wanted Sissy bad.
"No... We can't... Sissy grabbed the boy's face. "Kiss my tits, Johnny!"
The boy unbuttoned her blouse with his free hand and began to lap hungrily at the
swell of white flesh he'd exposed. Cynthia could see Sissy's pink nipple pop inside
Johnny's mouth. This had a powerful effect on Sissy. She writhed against the tree, her
hips lunging against the in-and-out movement of the boy's fingers. The sucking noises
grew louder. Cynthia found herself panting. She'd never seen anything like this close
up. She could even smell the musky perfume that wafted from beneath Sissy's slightly
parted thighs. The scent was nothing but pure sex!
Cynthia had smelled traces of the same aroma coming from the dainty pink folds of her
own cunt. Once, when she hadn't been able to resist touching herself, her juices had
flooded out over her fingertips. Another time in church, she'd watched a classmate jack
off by crossing her legs and kicking rhythmically. Just watching this little display of
covert self-pleasure had made Cynthia get juicy. And the juiciness had smelled
something like Sissy Hawkins' cunt smelled right now.
"Ohhhh Johnny, we'd better stop!"
"No baby, not yet."
With a shock, Cynthia saw that Johnny had opened his pants and was pulling his cock
out. She held a leafy branch aside and peered hard. Cynthia had never seen a cock
except in pictures. And in the pictures, the strange-looking thing had never been shown
in an erect state. A lump caught in her throat as she tried to swallow. Her mouth was
dry. Her heart was beating faster than ever. Because there it was! Just a few feet away!
Almost close enough to touch. But Johnny was going to make Sissy touch it. Cynthia
had to stifle a moan as she saw the blond girl's fingers curl around the slender, rigid
prick-shaft. It was white with blue veins just under the skin. Johnny's glans – Cynthia
knew his cockhead was called that – was dark blue and very swollen looking. Seeing it
so close was much different than looking at a photograph. Cynthia felt another flood of
cunt-juice drench the crotchband of her panties. She had the wildest desire to put her
finger down there. But she'd made a promise to herself, since the last time, that she
never would again.
"Ohhhh honey, you're so hard!"
"Let me put it in..."
"Nnnooo!"
"It'd feel good, Sissy!"
"Ohh, I feel so weak inside! Ohh Johnny, don't make me do it!"
Cynthia was about to drool on herself. Her eyes were so wide that they ached, and as
she squatted in the grass behind the bushes, she could feel the drip, drip of her cunt
juice onto the ground. She felt wicked for watching these two people, wicked because
she was eavesdropping, and wrong because her mother wouldn't have approved of such
behavior. But even if she could have sneaked off without giving herself away, Cynthia
wouldn't have gone. Not with Johnny's blue-headed cock being pressed against the
white flesh of Sissy's softly rounded tummy.
"Come on..." Johnny was kissing her again, bending her back against the tree. The
blonde's legs trembled. She began to let her boyfriend slip his arms under her, let him
lower her into the grass.
Cynthia smothered a whine. She felt dizzy and strange. She realized she was watching a
seduction. She knew that Johnny was going to try and force his long, stiff cock into
Sissy Hawkins' cunthole! And Cynthia knew, too, that if she stayed to watch she'd be
late arriving at her cousin's house.
Every evening she stayed with Joy while her mother worked. Joy was blind, and since
her affliction had occurred so recently, she wasn't quite able to handle it yet. She had a
seeing-eye dog, but the dog and the girl had yet to learn how to operate as a team.
Cynthia had been staying with Joy every evening, trying to dull the fear and loneliness
the loss of her sight had caused.
"Whhuuuhhh," Sissy Hawkins groaned, her ass dancing in the grass. Cynthia knew
that she was going to be late. There was nothing she could do about it. Because it
looked as if Sissy was about to get fucked. And Cynthia wasn't going to miss that for
the world! Not even for her blind cousin, Joy.
Johnny had slid his pants down around his knees and was forcing Sissy's freckled
thighs apart. For an instant, Cynthia saw the glistening lips of her cunt open to expose
the slick, hot meat inside. She could see the blonde's clit and inner folds, and the
pinched, muscled opening that Johnny longed for. His cock bobbed heavily as he
lowered himself down onto Sissy's body. He pushed his ass up into the air as he guided
his cockhead between the fur-lined swells of her cunt-mound. There was another wet
sound-like something oily being stirred with a spoon. Another waft of the former
cheerleader's cunt-musk hit Cynthia's nostrils. She felt dizzy-dizzy and excited!
By now, the sheer nylon that clung to Cynthia's young pussy had started to inch up
into her cunt. She rocked her slim hips, feeling the soft material rub against her clit.
She knew that was taboo. She knew that her mother had often warned her against
touching herself there – not that her mother had ever mentioned the spot by name. She
was too embarrassed by sex and by sexual matters to go that far. But she hinted well
enough. And after an accidental brush with a bar of soap, Cynthia knew all about the
mysterious little crevice that cut across the underside of her maturing body.
But something even more exciting was happening to Sissy Hawkins. Johnny was petting
her fuck-slit with his cock. The blue cockhead was smeared with the girl's juices, and 
it glistened as he rubbed her teasingly. Sissy grunted and worked her hips up and down,
as if yearning for Johnny's stiff, hot prick.
"Huuhhhnnn, Johnneeeeee!"
"Sissy...!"
"My tits! Kiss 'em again! Please kiss 'em!"
Cynthia heard Johnny's kisses, and she watched Sissy squirm. The boy had pressed the
streamlined part of his cock-tip against the blonde's fuck-hole. He was forcing his hips
forward. Sissy shuddered under the forward pressure against her pussy. Then, there was
a jerk. A shivering spasm went through the girl. Cynthia leaned forward, her breath
stopped. She watched with delirious excitement as Johnny's swollen cock disappeared
between the juicy folds of Sissy Hawkins' pussy. The girl went wild as she felt herself
being filled. Her bottom twitched and bucked against the grass. She made sharp,
frenzied sounds deep in her throat. Johnny kissed her big tits and forced his prick
deeper into the soft heat of her cunt. Cynthia sat down with a plop, her knees bent, her
dress pulling up her thighs. She put a finger against the crotchband of her panties, but
then she jerked it away again.
"Ohhh, I can hardly stand to watch them," she whispered to herself.
Sissy had thrown her legs wider now, the V of her thighs a soft cradle for Johnny's
jerking body. He was really stabbing his cock into her cunt, forcing the thick part of his
shaft past her clasping inner cuntlips. The squishy sound of the penetration was
incredibly sexy to Cynthia. The smell, the sounds – all of it made her want to squirm
around on the ground. and more than anything, she wanted to stab a finger up into her
cunt. Even if she was a virgin, she could press her hymen and pretend naughty, evil
things! Somehow, she kept from doing it.
"Honey... ohhhh so deep! you won't come inside! promise you won't!"
"Huuhhnnn," was all Johnny could moan. He was pumping faster, and when he
withdrew his prick until only the head was still inside Sissy's dripping pussy, Cynthia
saw that the juice was smeared almost to the hilt. When he thrust again, he went in all
the way. By the way Sissy was squirming, it seemed as if she never wanted him to take
it out again.
"Ohh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh God in heaven!"
"Sissy baby...!"
"Johnny!"
Sissy's jogging shoes had been kicked off, and she dug a trembling heel into the muscles
of the boy's ass. He shuddered as if the touch were electric. His hips were lunging
wildly now – powerfully. Cynthia felt faint from watching.
"God... Sissy babeeee!" Johnny covered the girl's mouth with his and Cynthia could
hear Sissy moaning, whining through the kiss. Her ass was bouncing up and down
from the ground, the big muscles of her thighs standing out in sharp relief. Sissy's
buttocks were hard, the muscles of her thighs standing out in sharp relief. Johnny's
buttocks were hard, the muscles caved in from tension as he speared frantically with his
rigid cock. For a moment, Cynthia glimpsed his juice-smeared shaft as he drew it back
to stab again. It was redder now and much thicker. Johnny's balls hung loosely, and
when he drove forward, they bounced against Sissy's plush ass. Sissy's cunt-hair was
soaked. The dark curlicues were plstered against her cunt-mound.
"Stop!" the blonde cried, pulling her mouth away from Johnny's. "Ohhh, you can't...
you just can't..."
"Hhhnnhnn," Johnny moaned, his eyes glazed with excitement. Cynthia sensed the
erotic urgency in the air. She knew that both of them were feeling excruciating
pleasure. Though she'd never experienced anything like that herself, it was as obvious
as could be. It was like they were having some kind of ecstatic fit! So ecstatic that they
couldn't think, couldn't stop!
"If he leaves it in..." Cynthia bit the words off as she chewed her bottom lip. Again her
middle finger edged towards the tautly stretched nylon that rubbed her clit. Sissy
Hawkins was moving her white ass so rapidly that Cynthia wouldn't have thought it
possible, unless she'd seen it.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh Johneeeee!"
"Uhhhhhh!" the boy groaned, thrusting his prick as far into the writhing blonde as he
could. A great convulsion went through both of them. Cynthia could see the rippling
tension as Sissy dug her fingernails into Johnny's back, and made frenzied jerking
movements with her hips. Johnny half kissed, half mauled her with his mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny," Sissy babbled, her heels locked behind his ass. Her calf
muscles bulged is she held him deep inside her, pumping all the time, rubbing her
swollen, tender cunt against his cock.
Cynthia squirted pee after witnessing the turbulent scene. It didn't really matter. She
was so wet down there, a little pee was a drop in the bucket. In fact, the hot sting of
urine seemed to bring her a vague relief. She worked her feet apart where she squatted,
and relaxed her bladder.
As her pee spattered into the grass, she stroked her clit with a trembling finger,
moaning softly under her breath. She couldn't keep away from her cunt. Not after
watching Johnny shove his fat prick so deep into Sissy Hawkins' cunt. The two of them
were still writhing, rubbing, kissing. And Cynthia was certain that Johnny had had a
climax. She wondered what Sissy would do now.
"Ohhh," Cynthia gasped, a last squirt of pee hitting the grass, her middle finger sliding
against the slickened nylon where her clit bump pushed out. "I'd better stop. I'd better
stop now!"
"Oh Johnny, look!" It was Sissy's voice, and she sounded pretty upset. Cynthia stared
through the leaves of the bush to see Johnny leaning back on his knees. His cock was
shiny with Sissy's cunt-juice, but there was something else too. Cynthia knew
immediately that the creamy looking fluid that dripped in strings from the tip of his
cock was male cum. She swallowed hard, excited by this first glimpse of the most potent
stuff in the whole wide world!
And there was more of it between Sissy's swollen cuntlips. The girl dabbed a finger in
it, and her face looked miserable. A white glop leaked onto the grass where she sat.
"What am I gonna do?"
"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Johnny comforted her.
"Oh sure, it's okay for you. But... but..." A sob escaped Sissy's throat.
Johnny put his arm around her and whispered something into her ear. This really
seemed to make Sissy feel better. She smiled affectionately at her boyfriend and nestled
her head against his neck. Cynthia stared at Johnny's cock. It had begun to sag a bit,
but it was still very firm. And the white fluid that he'd pumped deep into Sissy
Hawkins's cunt was oozing from the tip of his cockhead, making a small puddle in the
grass.
Cynthia inched backwards until she was far enough away to crawl. When she'd come
out of the circle of bushes, she grabbed a tree and stood up. Her knees were weak and
her panties were wet with pee and cunt-juice. She knew she was already fifteen minutes
late. Her cousin's mother had probably left for work and Joy would be alone. She
waited until her breathing had slowed down a little, and then started off towards Vine
street. But she hardly noticed anything along the way. The scene she'd witnessed
behind the bushes was still burned vividly into her mind.


Chapter 2

"Just a minute," Joy called. Cynthia could hear her stirring around inside the
apartment. Then the night latch clicked, and her cousin opened the door and stepped
back. The first thing that Cynthia noticed was the smell. It was almost exactly like the
heavy scent she'd smelled coming from Sissy Hawkins. She'd never smelled it on her
cousin before, and the shock must have shown on her face. Joy, of course, couldn't see
that.
"Sorry I was late. Hope your mom isn't mad."
"I'm not completely helpless," Joy said. "It's okay, Cynthia, really it is." She sounded a
little out of breath. Cynthia noticed that she was trying to pull the front of her robe
closed. But being blind, Joy couldn't tell that it gaped open below her waist. Cynthia
had another little shock. Her blind cousin was stark naked. And the red curls of her
cunthair were wetly plastered against her pussy mound just like Sissy's had been.
"Would you help me get this door locked again?" Joy asked. Cynthia helped get the
night latch back into its slot. Joy's fingers were trembling. "I feel a little tired. 
I think I'll lie down."
Near her cousin's bed, Cynthia saw a pair of nylon panties and a bra. Joy walked stiffly
across the room, feeling for the bed. She sat down, still trying to hold her robe closed
around her body. Then Cynthia saw the dog. He was sitting on his haunches, watching
his mistress like a hawk. But Cynthia's eyes were drawn to the cock that jutted upwards
from the sheath on his lower belly. Sammy, Joy's dog, had a huge erection!
After just seeing a human cock for the first time in her life, Cynthia found herself now
staring at the dog's red prick. It was different, and yet unmistakably a cock. It was
wetter for one thing – slick-looking where it extended from the furry sheath. And at the
tip the knob was blunter than Sissy's boyfriend's dusky cockhead – blunter and a little
larger. Cynthia had heard stories about how dogs got hung up while fucking. She
wondered if that hot-looking barb might grow even larger while inside a girl dog's
body. But what was Sammy doing with a hard-on now? Did it have any thing to do
with the smell in the room?
The dog, a thick-coated shepherd of white and silver, padded over to where Joy's
panties were, and whined as he sniffed them. Joy swung her hand around, searching for
the dog.
"What's he doing? Is he over here?"
Cynthia was glad her cousin couldn't see her, because she was red in the face as she
watched Sammy's long cock grow even longer. The dog had picked up Joy's skimpy
underwear in his teeth, as if he were trying to eat them... He hunched his back, his hips
jerking rhythmically. Joy had a strained look on her face. She found the dog's collar,
and then felt with her other hand until she touched the panties in his mouth.
"Bad dog! Oh, Cynthia, he's been acting just awful lately. Would you take him into the
other room, please, so we can have some peace?"
Shaking herself from her trance, Cynthia went over. "Come on, Sammy boy, come on."
The dog gave up the panties, and trotted behind her down the hall. She took him into
the kitchen and filled his bowl with dog food. But the animal only sniffed at what she
put before him. He seemed to be looking at her in such a strange way.
Cynthia started to walk around him, but Sammy growled and blocked her way. He
didn't look mad, but Cynthia wasn't going to test him. She backed up, and the dog
followed.
"Sammy, what's wrong with you?" She backed through the door into the darkened
living room. The arm of the sofa bumped the backs of her knees as she edged around it,
trying to get herself between the coffee table and another chair. But Sammy had other
ideas. He lunged forward, his jaws closing on her ankle.
Cynthia gave a little squeal, but realized immediately that the dog wasn't biting her at
all. In fact she could barely feel his teeth. Yet, when she tried to twist her ankle loose,
Sammy tightened his jaws, his sharp, white teeth going into her flesh a little. A
shimmering sensation went up the insides of her thighs.
"Now, Sammy, I don't know what's got into you but you'll have to let me go."
Cynthia decided to try being friendly. She really didn't have a choice, did she? She sat
on the sofa and scratched the fur between Sammy's ears. He let go of her foot, and
began to lick her knees. His nose pushed her dress up as he licked higher. The warm
wet smear of his tongue made her tremble. It felt so strange. And then she smelled it.
The same hot musk she'd sniffed when she'd come into the apartment. It was on
Sammy's nose. The truth hit her so suddenly, that for a moment Cynthia felt dizzy.
"Oh, no, I can't believe it." Sammy moaned and pushed his pointed muzzle against her
pantycrotch. Cynthia tried to hold him back. She shook her head. "Joy wouldn't... she
wouldn't let him... would she?"
The rub of something slick and hot against her shin made Cynthia tense up. In the
glow from the kitchen she could see Sammy's haunches moving, pumping. He was
sliding his juicy cock against her leg and whimpering.
"No!"
The dog growled and showed his teeth. A million things went through her mind. None
of them seemed to matter. Sammy put his paws up on her belly, pushing her back. She
tried to turn to the side but his jaws closed on her wrist and she stopped and soothed
him with her voice.
"Good dog, good doggy!" She was panting, half with fear, half with another emotion
she couldn't identify. Unable to resist the big dog's passion, she let him push her down
onto the sofa. His hot cock was pumping against her thigh now. The touch of it – the
slick, sexy friction – made her whimper. It was like a nightmare! But it was real.
"Easy, Sammy, easy boy! I'm not going to get away. You don't have to bite me." The
dog was licking her neck now. His cock pumped against the groove of her closed
thighs. She could feel his knobbed tip sliding up against her nylon pantycrotch. She was
already so juicy that the place where he was rubbing became even slicker. And his prick
was so hot! She petted the dog's sides. She was scared half out of her wits. But at least
he hadn't hurt her.
"Cynthia?" her cousin called. "Are you in there?'
"I'm okay," Cynthia called back. "I'll be there in a sec." Sammy growled. He was
panting hard now and his slim haunches moved like a jackhammer. The steady rub of
his hot cock made Cynthia shiver again. She was panting almost as hard as the dog
was. But why? Was she scared? Yes, she was. But she'd never felt anything like this in
her life. It was so incredible! So unbelievable. She prayed that Joy would stay put.
"Okay Sammy, that's enough."
It wasn't enough. Sammy grabbed her wrist gain, and his body lunged in an animal
frenzy against her. Now the steady bump, bump of his cock-head against her soppy
pantycrotch was making her clit surge. He was hitting the sensitive nub each time, and
a jolt of electric thrills went through her.
"Ohh, ohhhhh God, Sammy! You'd better stop now!"
It couldn't be! She couldn't be excited from a dog rubbing against her. It was
unthinkable; it was horrifying. But the steady plunge of Sammy's cock told a different
story. Helpless to resist, Cynthia squirmed her slim hips. She was panting wildly now,
her fingers curling deep into the animal's fur. He was making sharp whining sounds in
his throat as his cock grew fatter and wetter.
The touching she'd done in the park had worked her cunt into a slippery, swollen state.
So swollen, that now her panty crotch wasn't big enough to entirely cover the dripping
plumpness of her cuntlips. The skimpy nylon pulled to one side as she writhed under
the dog's lunging passion. She felt his hot knob pressing directly against her cunt!
"Ohhhh, ohhhh God, Help Me!"
She tried weakly to push Sammy away. But his growl made her stop. That knob! It was
so hot, so firm! It was rubbing her clit with a frantic rhythm now, and Cynthia saw
colored lights dance behind her closed lids.
"Whhuuhhh," she grunted, her young ass dancing up from the sofa. "Nhhuuuhh!"
Sammy's tongue wet her neck and chin, and then her mouth. She smelled his fur,
tasted his saliva. She tossed her head wildly, whimpering with the futility of trying to
drown her throbbing feverish lust. She felt an itchy tension building in her cunt. She
felt all pumped up down there, taut and slippery and glowing with a sensation that
made her crazy. And that dog! That damned dog kept rubbing her with his rigid cock!
"Whuuuhhhhhh!" she moaned, the tempest suddenly reaching an intensity she could
hardly bear. "Yiii-i-i-i-i!"
Cynthia knew she was coming. In all her fifteen years she'd never reached a sexual
climax. But she knew she was reaching one now. And almost simultaneously, she felt
something hot spattering against her open cuntlips. Fevered strings of dog cum shot up
her belly as the animal twisted and convulsed against her. Her dress had been pushed
up under her arms, and with her breasts exposed, Sammy began to maul them with his
tongue and teeth. But he wasn't biting! Thank God he wasn't biting!
"Ohh, ohhhh God! Ohhhhh God, I can't believe it!" Her hips plunged with a will of
their own. She rubbed her throbbing cunt up and down against the spear of the dog's
cock as he spouted powerfully from the knobbed cocktip, thoroughly coating her dainty
pussy-folds with sharp-smelling cum.
"Ohh, ohhhh stop it," Cynthia whined. Her hair was tangled across her mouth. She
could still feel the pleasure pounding through her, but she was ashamed and shocked
and devastated! How could it have happened? Her ass plunged again and she hated
herself for moving like that. Sammy's cocktip pulsed against her clit, another glop of
white sap oozing onto the tumid little fuck-button.
"Get down! Do you hear me, Sammy? I said get I down!"
Now that the animal's lust had been sated, he seemed docile. He worked his body back
and began to lick hungrily at the cum he'd spilled against Cynthia's youthful flesh. The
warmth of his tongue felt so good, that for a second she let him do it. But again she felt
the shock of it all – the horror of it all.
"No... get away!" The dog limped over to the doorway of the kitchen and began to lick
the spear of his swollen cock. Cynthia staggered to her feet. Dog cum was leaking down
her thighs, and her dress clung to her belly where a puddle oozed into her pubic curls.
"God, God, God," she mumbled, pushing into the kitchen.
"Cynthia!" Joy called from her bedroom. "Where are you?"
"Be right there! Gotta go to the bathroom."
She cleaned herself up as quickly as she could. Her dress was totaled, so she took it off
and washed it out in the sink. She washed her panties, too, and scrubbed the dog jism
from her belly and loins. Even then, she thought she could smell it. She draped her
damp clothes on a hanger by the window, and wrapped a towel around her body. Then
she joined her cousin in the bedroom. Sammy lay curled in the corner. His cock had
retracted some, and he seemed to be asleep.
"What took you so long?" Joy wanted to know. She was brushing her long red hair,
feeling with her fingers to see if she had all the tangles out. She was a pretty girl, except
for the blank stare of her blue eyes. Cynthia had gotten used to that empty look.
"Nothing," she lied.
"It was Sammy, wasn't it? He didn't bother you, did he?"
"Why would Sammy bother me? I was just fixing myself a sandwich. He wanted to
watch." Joy let out a breath upon hearing this. She seemed relieved. Cynthia guessed
that her cousin didn't want the secret known. She shivered, just thinking of what her
lonely cousin had been making the dog do.
"Well, tell me about what you've been doing," Joy asked, her face bright with
anticipation. "You promised to tell me if you went out on a date."
"No, I haven't. I'm just thinking about it."
"And your mom doesn't mind?" Joy put down the hairbrush and turned. She'd dressed
since Cynthia had been out of the room. She had on a pair of shorts and a mismatched
blouse. She'd managed to get the buttons fastened in line, though.
"My mom wants me to come home as soon as he party breaks up. There'll be other
kids with Ron and me."
Joy lifted one eyebrow and smiled knowingly. "I'll bet Ron would like to get you alone.
What if he does? What if he starts feeling around?" Joy hugged her arms just thinking
about it.
"I don't know," Cynthia admitted. "What would you do?"
Joy closed her blind eyes and trembled. Her tits leaved under her blouse. They were
bigger than her own tits, Cynthia thought, and she could see her large, dark nipples
making bumps in the cotton of her cousin's blouse.
"I think I'd like that. It's never happened to me before." Her expression grew suddenly
sad. "Probably never will, either."
"Aw, don't go feeling sorry for yourself."
Cynthia went to Joy's dresser and rummaged for a pair of panties. She could return
them tomorrow and her cousin would never know.
"Well, it's true. I'm nineteen and I still don't know what it feels like to let a boy put his
finger in me."
Cynthia felt her face go red. She had turned to look at Joy but her cousin's face showed
no sign of embarrassment. She looked dreamy instead – like she was imagining wicked,
naughty things. Cynthia remembered the smell of musky cunt in the room when she'd
first gotten there, the same smell as on Sammy's nose. She didn't want to think about it.
She didn't want to think about what that damned dog had done to her, either. It had
been so incredible, she thought she might lose her mind if she dwelled on the details
too long. Joy took Cynthia's hand.
"You will remember everything that happens on your date, won't you?" Joy licked her
lips. "So you can tell me about it afterwards?"
"Sure. If you're really interested. I don't think it'll be very exciting."
"I hope he does something wild," Joy said, that crazy look coming over her eyes again.
"Don't you, Cynthia? Don't you?"
"I... I don't know. I really don't."


Chapter 3

That night on her way back home, Cynthia had the creepy feeling that she was being
followed. Luckily there was a night softball game going on in the field at the corner of
the park. As she headed towards the glare of lights and shouting fans, she heard
footpads behind her, and turned to try and see if she was imagining things – or what?
"Is someone there?" she called. She thought she saw movement behind a bush. The
stories she'd heard about that wild dog made her shiver. Even this close to the softball
field, she wouldn't have a chance if someone attacked her. But she couldn't see anything
for sure. She hurried on, reaching the first parked cars with a sense of relief.
She took the main street until she was close to home. She didn't let on to her mother
that she'd been frightened. And of course, she made no reference to the strange things
that had happened at cousin Joy's. She wondered if it had really happened. But when
she undressed for bed, her cunt was still throbbing. She could recall with vivid detail
that slick, smooth knob pressing her – caressing her. Just the memory made her clit
bulge hotly from between her inner cuntal folds. Again she had the strongest desire to
touch herself, like she'd done while watching Sissy Hawkins get fucked on the grass in
the park. .
"What a night," she sighed, trying to force the lewd thoughts from her mind. And
tomorrow night, she was going to be going out with Ronny Carson. How would she
act? What would they talk about? She wished she was more than fifteen years old.
Sometimes she felt like an utter ignoramus.
When Saturday afternoon arrived, Cynthia was relieved to find that the swimming
party had been called off. Her period hadn't started yet, but it was due. And besides,
she always felt so embarrassed in the old-fashioned one-piece suit she had to wear. Her
mother wouldn't let her buy a bikini, and all the other girls wouldn't be caught dead in
anything else.
An hour before Ronny Carson was to pick her up, she stood before her mirror,
brushing her straight brown hair. She wrinkled up her nose as she considered her
reflection.
"I'm all legs. Some guys probably even think I'm skinny."
Cynthia tugged at the loose blouse her mother I had told her to wear. She had a tight 
fitting jersey top she'd been dying to go out in, but she knew she couldn't get out of the
house with it on. It had been a gift from an aunt, and so far her mother hadn't let her
wear it once. It wasn't that she wanted to act sexy. She just wanted to let the world
know that she wasn't quite as flat-chested as she appeared in a floppy blouse.
"Look at this darned thing," she grumbled, trying to tuck the cotton blouse into her
skirt so that her bust would show. Her training bra didn't really seem to help much,
either. It had the effect of flattening her tender, soft tits, instead of letting them 
expand to their full size.
A naughty idea struck her, and before she lost her nerve, Cynthia went to the closet,
got her jersey top, and stripped her blouse and bra off. The red material clung to her
skin, and this time when she turned before the mirror, she could see the rounded
curves of her tits, tiny bumps where her nipples were, and even the vaguest hint of a
cleavage. She was breathing a little fast at her daring.
"With my blouse on, Mom will never know."
And it worked. She was safely in Ronny's car when she began to unbutton the drab
cotton blouse. Ronny's eyes bugged out, and in the back seat the other couple stopped
giggling and stared.
"Hope you don't mind," she said, blushing. "I had to sneak out of the house like this."
By now the blouse was thrown back from her shoulders, and her date saw that she had
on something else underneath. His eyes told her he liked what he saw.
Though her tits were much more visible than they'd ever been before, Cynthia didn't
let her slight embarrassment spoil things. She enjoyed the sideways glances Ronny gave
her as he drove. She pushed her shoulders back so that her tits were firm and high on
her chest. There certainly wasn't anything wrong with being feminine.
The party was at another kid's house – chaperoned of course. Ronny danced with her
and during the slow numbers, Cynthia was excited to feel his hard-on brush her hip
from time to time. Yet something disturbed her. The shape of it – its rigid touch –
made her think of her cousin's dog. Again it was like a bad dream haunting her, like
something she'd dreamed, not experienced. And when at last, she would admit that
indeed she had experienced it, her body trembled and her mind spun crazily.
"Are you okay, Cynthia?" Ronny asked. The song had just ended and she'd sagged in
his arms.
"Yeah, sure. Just a little tired."
"Why don't we go sit in my car."
"I can't. I told my mother I'd come straight home after the party." She sighed. "I've got
to call her the minute we leave."
"We could drive to the park. There's a phone there and you could call after a while.
Your old lady would never know the difference."
"But I'd be lying."
Ronny grinned, and then he shrugged. "Every teenager has to lie, or else none of us
would ever have any fun." Cynthia frowned. Ronny tugged her hand. "Come on. Let's
go to the park. You can call later."
Cynthia found herself in Ronny's car before she could think. He drove slowly out to the
park and turned in. The radio was playing, and he kept looking at her in the glow from
the dashlights. They stopped by the old pavilion, and Ronny killed the engine and
lights.
"I've been thinking about having you alone with me all evening," he said. Cynthia
could tell he'd rehearsed the line, but she enjoyed hearing it anyway. Surely it wasn't
wrong for her to enjoy a little romance in her young life, even though her mother
would never approve.
"It was a nice party, wasn't it?"
"Uh huh," Ronny agreed. He'd slipped a hand around her shoulders and was leaning
close. They kissed – a shy, trembling kiss that set off fires deep inside her. Ronny was
casually trying to feel one of her tits.
"Don't..."
"Please, Cynthia." Ronny was panting. And his palm was so warm. Cynthia tried to
think straight, but her body was tingling with pleasure. It was nice to be touched.
Maybe just a little of it wouldn't hurt. And she did want something to tell her cousin
Joy about, didn't she? Ronny's fingers closed gently around one boob and he let out a
sigh.
"I'm glad you don't wear a bra. I've never really touched a girl like this before."
"You h-h-haven't?" The gentle friction against her nipple made her groan. Even
through the layer of material, she was responding only too well to her date's touches.
And now he was rubbing her thigh – slowly, sensuously.
"You'd better stop..."
"You really want me to?"
His hand slid up close to her crotch and he squeezed. Cynthia had to bite her lip to
keep from whimpering from the lust she felt. She could remember Sissy Hawkins with
her white ass bouncing on the grass. She could remember that boy's cock forcing its
way into her body. And she could remember her cousin's dog licking her, rubbing his
slick cock against her thighs.
"Ohhh," she moaned as Ronny's finger slipped into the hot V of her crotch.
She grabbed his wrist, but he pressed on anyway, rubbing her through two layers of
clothing. She shivered and put both her arms around his neck. They kissed hungrily.
Cynthia let him put his tongue in her mouth. It felt weird, but after a moment she
found herself loving it. While they were experimenting with their tongues, Ronny had
gotten his hand under the hem of her skirt.
"Ronny, I'd better call my mother, don't you think?"
"Not yet, not yet." He slid his hand up her bare thigh. Cynthia knew she should stop
him before things got carried away. But it felt so lovely. It was as if her flesh hungered
for a man's touch. He found the damp crotch of her panties and began to pet the tautly
stretched nylon.
"Hhhuuhhnnn," she moaned, her eyes fluttering.
The boy's mouth wet her neck and worked around the dimpled point of her chin. Then
they were tongue kissing again, and Cynthia felt shuddering pleasures she'd never
experienced with a boy before. Ronny's finger had slipped down to pet her cuntlips.
Even through the nylon, she could feel his probing touches. It embarrassed her to be so
wet and hot. The musky scent of her loins was filling the car. The perfume seemed to
excite Ronny all the more.
"Touch me," he whispered. At first Cynthia didn't think she'd heard him right.
"What...?"
"Touch me. Please Cynthia. Please?"
"God no, I..."
But Ronny didn't seem embarrassed by her refusal. He grabbed her wrist and pulled
her hand down to his crotch. Only then did she realize his fly was open. She jerked
back instinctively, but Ronny pushed her fingers into the opening. It was warm inside
and she could feel something hard.
"You don't have on any underwear!" she blurted, feeling foolish the moment she'd said
it.
"Touch me, Cynthia!"
Ronny's finger had pressed her pantycrotch up into her cunt. The sudden jolt of
pleasure made her feel weak. She couldn't think of the right thing to do. She couldn't
even remember what right and wrong were supposed to mean. None of it made any
sense. As she tried to wrestle with these skittering thoughts, her fingers had curled
naturally round her date's hard cock.
"Ohhh god, it's so hot!" Again she felt foolish for blurting out such a thing. But then
Ronny's mouth was on hers again, and she moaned and let him suck her tongue as her
fingers squeezed him just behind his cockhead. She could see in her mind what Sissy's
boyfriend had looked like. She could feel the streamlined shape of Ronny's cock-tip –
the way it flared out from the shaft, its spongy texture. It was soft, and yet firm beneath
he surface. She squeezed harder, and Ronny worked his hips in the car seat. He was
panting, licking her neck in a most exciting way.
"That feels good!" she gasped, surprised at herself for her daring. She'd sure have a
story to tell Joy!
"God... it feels fantastic."
Ronny's finger had begun to slide under the edge of her pantycrotch. She whimpered
and tried to tuck her hips back, but then there was a sliding feeling and her outer
cuntlips opened as he sunk knuckle deep into her slippery, velvety folds.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, her breath hot through her flared nostrils. "Ohhhh God!"
Without even thinking about it she closed her hand down tightly around Ronny's cock.
The boy grunted and pumped his hips again. He seemed to like a certain motion.
Cynthia mimicked his movement by sliding her clasping fingers up and down his hard
cock-shaft. His skin moved with her as she brought her finger up hard against his flared
cockhead, and then jerked it down again. Ronny writhed in the car seat, his finger
digging back and forth in the heat of her cunt. She began to pump her hips. The juicy
sound of her cunt lips sliding around her date's finger grew louder.
"Whhuuh, uhhhh, ohhhh God!" she groaned, lost in the keen sensuality that throbbed
inside her.
"God, Cynthia, I'm crazy about you."
"Ohhhh Ronny!"
She could see his cock in the glow from the radio. It jutted out from his open fly as her
fingers jerked up and down on the shaft. It was a fantastic looking thing – the way that
knob was so big and swollen, like the knob on the end of Sammy's cock, only different.
Cynthia bit her lip. Why did she keep thinking of that damned dog? Was it just
because she suspected her cousin of doing awful things with him? And because the dog
had tried to do awful things to her? The pungent sharpness of the dog's cum came back
to her.
"Why don't we take off our clothes?" Ronny whispered.
"No!" she snapped back.
"God, Cynthia, you're really hot. Don't you want to..."
"No, I don't want to. I shouldn't even be doing this." But as Ronny kissed her, his
finger was going deeper. He was pressing against her hymen – pressing hard. Then
there was the oddest sensation of her body being penetrated. Not by anything very big
either.
"Ronny, wh-what are you... ohhhhhh!"
"Feel good?"
"Yes but... but stop!"
She took her hand away from his cock and grabbed his wrist. She might as well have
grabbed the steering wheel for all the good it did her. Ronny had slid his finger through
her cherry and was finger-fucking her deeply now. She could feel her virgin cunt
squeezing his middle finger tightly as he went deeper, deeper. Panic came, but pleasure
overwhelmed it. How could she be scared when she was experiencing such bliss?
Cynthia grunted as the rhythm of the penetration made her hips lurch.
The slurpy sound of Ronny's finger going in and out of her pussy was as exciting as the
touch... almost anyway. He'd stretched her pantycrotch clear out of the way, and her
juices leaked into his palm as he kept spearing her. Cynthia had slid down in the seat
so that her ass hung over the edge. She was panting, gasping, moaning for him to stop,
and not meaning a word of it.
"God, Cynthia, you're so hot and soft and wet..." They kissed again, Cynthia forgetting
to be a lady. She pumped her hips wildly now, caught on the boy's finger, her hot cunt
squeezing him hungrily. She felt her clit rise from its hood. She was floating; she was
losing her mind!
The spotlight flashed across them and Cynthia screamed.
"Okay kids," the cop yelled from his open window. "You can park as long as you want,
but I've got to see some heads or I'll have to run you home."
"... bastards," Ronny muttered, sitting up in the seat. He helped Cynthia sit up and the
cop flicked off the spotlight and gunned his engine. They watched the cruiser slide off
into the night, and head towards another car by the edge of the lake. The spotlight
went on again, and Cynthia saw heads bob up from the back seat of the accosted sedan.
"I've never been so embarrassed in my life."
"Hey, it's okay." Ronny was examining the middle finger of his right hand. There was a
smear of blood on the knuckle, and Cynthia could see that her juices still glistened
brightly.
"I shouldn't have let you do that," she panted. She was still as hot as a firecracker. She
had the most intense desire to wriggle her cunt against the seat. "I'd better go call my
mother. Maybe she'll still think I'm at the party."
"Yeah," Ronny said. He seemed dejected. Then he took Cynthia's hand. "Before you go
call do you think you could... what I mean is..." He bit his lip. Cynthia noticed that he
hadn't zipped his cock back into his pants yet.
"I'd really better go call."
"It would only take a second," Ronny sighed. He pulled her hand over to his pants.
Cynthia let out her breath and gave a short nod. She had a pretty good idea of what her
date wanted her to do. She'd heard about such things from other girls.
"Yeah... yeah Cynthia... like that!"
She moved her fingers rapidly, gripping his cockskin just tight enough to move it on his
rigid shaft. His cockhead was larger than ever now, and the faster she worked her hand,
the larger it grew. It darkened, turning almost purple in the light from the crooning
radio. Ronny had leaned his head back on the seat and was panting hard. His shirt was
open a couple of buttons above his waist and Cynthia could see how hard his stomach
muscles had gotten. Her cunt seemed to be as hot as ever, and she felt a little envious
that Ronny was going to find the release she'd missed by seconds.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh yeah, ohhhh Cynthia it's getting good, honey!"
"We'd better hurry," she mumbled, looking around to see if the police car might be
returning. But it was gone and all the other cars with it. The radio droned softly in the
background. Her slapping hand rose and fell on Ronny's hot cock. She found herself
staring at his throbbing cock now. Ronny was starting to get rigid all over.
"Better... get my handkerchief," he grunted. Cynthia wondered if maybe she should
stop. Maybe Ronny would think badly of her, later, if she did what he wanted. But he
seemed in such agony that she was afraid to take her hand away. She tugged his
handkerchief from his pocket, not really knowing what to do with it.
"What's gonna happen?" she asked, knowing, but not really knowing either.
"Better get ready!"
Ronny's face twisted. His eyes were pinched shut. He was drawing ragged breaths then
holding them as his ass lifted from the seat.
"Slow down... ohhhh Christ, slow down!"
Now the thumping rhythm of her hand was a steady heartbeat, matching the strong
pulsing that radiated from Ronny's groin. His cock had grown huge very suddenly. The
skin of his cockhead looked taut and stretched – as if it might explode from the blood
trapped inside. Cynthia found herself very excited. She held the hanky close, wrapping
it half around his cock-tip as she kept masturbating him with firm, jerking movements.
Suddenly Ronny gurgled in his throat. He seemed to be having some kind of fit! She
squeezed his cock behind the head, almost stopping her up and down caresses. A thick
fountain of cum jumped from the tiny slit. Some of it plopped into the waiting hanky,
some fell hotly across the back of her wrist.
"Ohhh," she cried, her eyes widening at the sexy miracle.
She remembered to pump again, and another spout of jism leaped into the air. It went
at least a foot, and spattered down in strings along Ronny's shirtfront and the
handkerchief. Ronny was rigid, his back ached, his hands clenched on the steering I
wheel.
"Ghhhoddd," he moaned, shuddering.
As Cynthia watched, she was trembling too. Her hot little cunt seemed to be in
sympathy with the pleasure Ronny was experiencing. Itchy tingles went through her as
she kept pumping the hot cum from her date's cock. It spurted everytime she brought
her finger up under the edge of his cockhead, and though the handkerchief was getting
soppy with Ronny's cum, her fingers were slimy with it, too.
"Ohh, ohhhhh baby, that's so nice!"
Another shudder went through Ronny's shoulders, and his whole body sagged down
into the seat. Cynthia felt his cock relax, too. It wasn't jerking in her hand anymore,
and now the white fluid just oozed from the tip, dripping down into the handkerchief
she'd wrapped around his shaft.
"I'd really better go call my mom and tell her I'm on my way home," she said, wiping
her fingers and sliding across to the door.
Ronny still had his eyes closed, his head resting on the seat. "Yeah... sure. You go
ahead."
The public telephone was on the other side of the pavilion. Cynthia heard her footsteps
echoing back as she padded across the concrete surface. She was out of sight of Ronny's
car now, and a small sob escaped her throat as she realized how frustrated she was. All
that physical tension her date had aroused seemed to throb between her legs and at the
tips of her tits. She dug into her purse for change, and took the phone from its cradle.
That was when she heard the growl.
She was almost afraid to turn. But when she did, she was too scared to so much as utter
a squeak. The biggest, blackest dog she'd ever seen was not three feet from her. She let
go of the phone, and it swung against the wall, the dial tone buzzing loudly.
"Go away!" she whispered, too scared to really say it. The dog bared his teeth and came
closer. She backed up, but her asscheeks nudged the corner where two walls came
together. She realized that no one would see her, even if they were passing close by the
empty pavilion.
"Nice doggy," she said, inching to the side. But the huge animal moved with her,
blocking any chance of escape. She was trapped in the corner. She was at his mercy. All
Cynthia could hope for was that the dog wouldn't eat her alive. He was certainly big
enough to do it if he wanted.
"Please doggy, let me by."
The dog came closer. His big head was even with her waist. His eyes seemed to glow
with a light of their own. His coat was silky and blacker than night. She gave a little
squeal as his teeth caught her dress. The dog growled again and she smothered her
frightened sobs. "Ohhh God, don't let him hurt me!"
But the dog wasn't trying to hurt her. She realized it so suddenly that a laugh of relief
escaped her throat. He gave a jerk of his head, and the zipper of her dress broke. He
tugged again, and the dress puddled around her ankles. Her juice-drenched cunt was
only inches from the dog's nose now. She moved her hips, trying to back up again. But
her asscheeks were already flattened against the concrete walls that formed the corner.
She tried to move a hand down to cover the thin nylon that clung to her cunt. The dog
growled and showed white fangs. Cynthia moved her hands back up.
The first touch of his tongue made her sob again. But the second time he licked, a
tremor of hot excitement shimmered down her thighs and up through her belly. She
thought of the pain she would feel if he bit her. Yet the animal had still not touched her
flesh with his teeth. And he was whimpering now, softly in his throat. His tongue
lapped harder against the slick nylon. But he seemed satisfied. His big fangs slid up her
abdomen and hooked over the elastic waistband of her underwear. He threw his head
to the side, and the panties ripped. He tugged them down, and Cynthia bit her lip as
she felt the nylon being peeled from her juicy cunt-folds.
"Ohhhhh God," she moaned. "I don't believe this. Ronny! Where is he?"
Her panties were caught in a damp tangle around her knees. The black dog pressed his
muzzle between her thighs and growled again. She had to open them. Her feet were
wide apart now as she leaned back into the corner. The glow from the telephone light
let her see the dog's tongue as it slid under her pussy-mound. He dragged it back,
forcing it up into her crevice. The fiery pleasure that went through her made Cynthia
suck her stomach in under her ribs.
"Mhhhuuuhhh," she moaned, hardly believing it. The dog licked again and her clit
pulsed hard against his slippery, forceful caress. Ronny's finger had been fantastic, but
this! This was a whole world of difference! This was...
"Ohhhhh God!" she panted, her hands making fists. She pressed her fists against the
undersides of her tits as her cunt surged against the dog's hungry tongue. The sloppy
sound of his feasting on her young cunt grew louder. Her clit was pulsing like a bomb
now. The dog pressed harder, letting her feel his teeth now. His hot breath beat against
her pubic curls. She couldn't think, couldn't reason. Her fingers flattened out, and she
smoothed them down along her belly. Incredibly, she was touching the dog's muzzle
now, feeling the movements of his head as he lapped and sucked at her dripping,
feverish cunt.
"Doggy! Ohhhh Doggy!"
She hunched her back against the corner, forcing her cunt out. The dog could get at it
better now, and he gave a growl of pleasure as his tongue edged her hymen where
Ronny had torn a slightly larger hole. Unable to stop herself, Cynthia let her fingers
slide back over the dog's huge head. She dug her fingers into the glossy black fur as he
ate more furiously at her adolescent pussy.
She was moving now, plunging her hips gently, rubbing herself against that slurping
mouth. Her clit swelled like a tiny prick, as the big animal's tongue curled around it,
drenching it with his hot saliva. She was breathing raggedly, her white ass dancing
against the concrete behind her. Both thighs were streaked with her cunt-juices, and the
dog's muzzle glistened wetly. She heard herself sing out. It was a whimpering, moaning
little song that started in her throat and sighed through her flared nostrils. She was
coming! She was coming and coming and coming, and she didn't want it to stop.
"Ghhhaaaaahhh," she grunted, her ass lurching forward and back, pumping and
thrusting as the dog turned his head from one side to the other to get at all of her.
Her legs gave then, and she started sliding down the wall. She caught herself, clinging
frantically to the pay phone. She'd seen it! She'd seen that incredible raw-looking cock
jutting from under the big dog's belly. He put a paw on her thigh and showed his
fangs. Slowly, but careful not anger him, Cynthia pulled up her skirt.
"Nooo!" she screamed, lunging past him. Her panties fell from her ankles before she
tripped on them, and she staggered wildly down the concrete walkway of the pavilion.
The black dog lumbered heavily behind her. She could almost feel his breath. He
caught at her ankle as she got to the grass, and she felt her skin being broken. But she
pulled free and kept running. She was almost falling forward when she made it to
Ronny's car.
"Let me in! Ohhhh god, let me in before he eats me alive!"
"What? What's happening?" Ronny threw open he door and she fell into the car. But
when she looked behind her, the dog was gone.
"God! Ohhhh God Ronny! Dog! Big dog!" She stooped to look again. Ronny was
looking too.
"I don't see any dog."
"He was there! I'm not kidding! He... he..." Cynthia stopped. She didn't let Ronny see
where her dress was tom and that she was holding it up. She didn't say anything about
her ankle either.
"Are you sure you didn't see something you only thought was a dog?" Ronny asked.
"Just take me home, would you?"
"You called your..."
"Yes! I called her." It was a lie but she didn't care about anything now, except getting
home.
When Ronny pulled up in front of her house at last, she hurried up the walk. She was
wearing no panties, and her skirt wouldn't stay up unless she held it up. Her ankle was
bleeding, too. But before her mother could come out of the kitchen, Cynthia ran
upstairs and into her room. She threw on her bathrobe, and was starting down the
stairs again when her mother met her. Cynthia had already dried her tears and was
concentrating on composing herself.
"Oh, hi Mom, I thought you might be asleep."
"You were supposed to call me, young lady. Where have you been?"
"The line was out of order," she lied, "so I just had Ronny bring me on home. I hope it
was okay."
"I... I suppose so." Her mother gave her a hard look. "I hope that young man didn't try
to get fresh with you. You look a bit flushed."
"He kissed me once," Cynthia said. "But I don't really like him all that much." She
wasn't lying now. She'd almost forgotten about Ronny already, but she hadn't forgotten
that sleek, black dog who'd forced her into the corner of the pavilion. Her poor little
cunt still ached from it.
"You're sure you're alright?" her mother asked again. "You're trembling."
"I'm just tired, Mom. I guess I'm not used to big parties. I think I'll have a glass of milk
and go to bed."
In the kitchen Cynthia poured the milk, and then added a good jolt of cooking Sherry.
The stuff made her gag, but she knew it would help. At least, she'd always read about
people having a drink when their nerves were frayed.
The wine worked.
In her bedroom, alone, she took off her robe and sat on the bed to examine her injured
foot. The dog's fangs had only lacerated her skin. It wasn't nearly as deep as she'd first
thought. But it occurred to her that an animal that huge could lave easily dragged her
down. Why hadn't he?
"He could have eaten me up if he had wanted. He was bigger and stronger. And I knew
what he wanted to do after licking me like that."
Cynthia pulled the lips of her cunt apart and gazed into the enflamed, swollen tissues.
She still smelled musky, and there was a tiny hint of dried blood where her hole had
been opened some by Ronny's finger. But it was the black dog's tongue that ruled her
thoughts.
"He wanted me in a sexual way. He didn't want to hurt me." She shivered, suddenly
afraid again. "Ohh God, I can't tell a soul either. I'm scared stiff and I can't tell a soul.
Not even Joy."
Cynthia rolled onto her bed and clenched her thighs together. She realized she wasn't a
virgin anymore, or at least only half-virgin. This troubled her, but not as much as her
guilt and shame over what the dog had done to her. She buried her face in her pillow
and tried to sleep. But when sleep came, she dreamed. And she dreamed of a dog – a
big black dog.


Chapter 4

Cynthia knew she had to go through the park again. She had to do it before she lost
her nerve. And since she was supposed to visit her cousin on Monday, anyhow, she
girded herself up for the event. But she wasn't going to be foolish about it either.
In the bottom of an old chest in the basement, Cynthia found what she was looking for.
A small, two-shot derringer. She'd seen her father fooling with it lots of times when she
was a child. That was before he left her mother and her alone. The other things he left
behind were all put in a large trunk and forgotten, but Cynthia remembered that small
pistol, and now she held it in her hand. Upon breaking it open, she wasn't surprised to
find the chambers empty.
"Caliber forty-four," she read along one barrel. She snapped the chambers closed and
pushed the thing into her jeans pocket. Later, at the hardware store, she bought a box
of cartridges.
"These are pretty powerful pills for a girl your size," the aged clerk winked at her. She
gave him a thin smile, paid him, and hurried out, the heavy box jiggling in her hand.
In her room she looked at the shiny cartridges in her palm. They looked big enough to
kill a horse. Breaking the derringer open again, she slid a bullet into each chamber and
snapped the pistol closed again. It felt heavy and lethal as she hefted it. But when she
thought of the big black dog she was protecting herself against, her emotions were
tangled. Her anger was tinged with sadness. She couldn't explain the tears in her eyes.
"That bastard had better leave me alone," she swore, standing up.
Later, when her mother had made her change into a skirt and blouse, Cynthia went to
her room for her purse. The pistol made the small leather bag heavy. She'd tried to get
her mother to let her wear jeans, but it was no dice.
"No daughter of mine is going to look like one of those barefoot little tramps I see
around town," she had argued. And of course Cynthia couldn't tell her mother why she
wanted to wear jeans.
It was still daylight as she crossed the park. Kids played here and there. A few dogs
romped past her, making her skin crawl. But she didn't see the black dog anywhere. Of
course she wouldn't. He was a night creature – a creature who preyed on lone girls.
She squeezed her purse, feeling the shape of the small pistol inside.
When she got to her cousin's apartment, she was relieved. She met Joy's mother on her
way down.
"Oh, Cynthia, I'm glad you're here. Joy has been looking forward so to seeing you
again. She's gotten to like your visits so much that she starts fretting over the weekend."
Cynthia went up, knocked and waited until her cousin let her in.
"How did it go," Joy asked breathlessly. Cynthia had barely had time to put down her
purse and find a seat.
"What do you mean, how did it go."
"You know!" Joy felt her way over to the sofa. "With Ronny."
Cynthia felt her face redden. Joy's face lit up again and her blind eyes fluttered.
"And did you hear about what happened Saturday night? In the park?"
"No. What?'" Cynthia's throat felt tight. Her mouth was dry too. She was afraid of her
cousin's next words. But Joy couldn't know that, could she?
"They found a girl's panties over by the pavilion. It was all supposed to be hush hush,
but I heard my mother talking to Mark Jones – he works at the paper you know. It was
the way the panties were all ripped up that made the police nervous."
"Why would the police be nervous about anything?" Cynthia pretended to be only
vaguely interested.
"Because it's probably that dog that did it," her cousin hissed. "And a dog like that
would probably be really hard to catch." Joy shivered. She seemed excited over the
possibility of a sex-crazed animal lurking in the park. "Imagine it, Cynthia! That dog
must have chewed that girl's panties right off of her. I wonder who it was."
"Maybe she got eaten up," Cynthia laughed.
Joy didn't seem to be listening. "The people at the newspaper don't think it's a dog at
all. They think it's some kind of sex maniac and that whoever gets victimized is too
embarrassed to say anything about it."
"I guess that's possible." Cynthia was very uncomfortable talking about what had
happened in the park. She picked up the book Joy's mother had wanted her to read to
her daughter.
"Oh I hear you leafing through that book," Joy said frowning, "but I'd rather hear
about your date. Did Ronny do anything?"
"I guess he tried."
Joy bit her upper lip and looked hungry for details. "Well? Tell me about it."
"It's pretty boring."
"Let me be the judge of that."
"We danced. At the party." Cynthia was remembering how most of the boys had had
hard-ons. All those tight-crotched pants were really more amusing than anything else.
"But after the party," Joy said, edging closer on the sofa. Her blind eyes blinked rapidly.
"In his car. He did have you in his car alone, didn't he?"
"I wasn't supposed to be with him alone, but yes. We went to the park."
"Wow, it's a wonder you didn't see that girl get I attacked."
"He put his arm around me. We kissed. Then he started touching me."
"Oh, this is the good part." Joy had crossed her legs and was kicking one foot rapidly.
Cynthia knew what that did. She had tried it herself a few times when there was no one
around. But it took a lot of concentration, and even though it didn't require the use of a
finger, it was still masturbation, and masturbation was wrong. At least her mother had
always told her it was. With all that had happened to her the last few days, though, she
felt that her standards were getting terribly tangled up. She felt like she had nothing to
hold onto anymore. She was drifting in a strange new world full of wicked temptations,
and frightening confrontations with hot, raw sex.
"Cynthia, are you still there?"
'Yes, just thinking."
"Probably about the way Ronny felt you up, huh? Why don't you give me all the
details."
Cynthia sighed, somewhat exasperated. "Okay, okay. He got under my panties. He
started rubbing back and forth and I was pretty wet..." Joy was listening closely, her leg
kicking faster than before. "... I let him. I didn't want him to, but it felt so good."
"Yeah!"
"And his cock was hard. He made me put my hand on it." Now Cynthia was becoming
very aroused herself.
"Oh God, this is fun!" Joy swallowed and one hand slipped down as if she were going
to put it under her dress. But she remembered she wasn't alone and stopped. "What did
it feel like?"
"Hard. And hot. It was really hot. I didn't know what he wanted me to do. The head of
it, you know the glans, was all pumped up. I just started messing around. Rubbing
him."
"I'm about to pee in my panties," Joy sighed. She was kicking her foot so fast now that
it was obvious what she was up to. Cynthia felt sympathy for her cousin.
"Listen Joy, if you want to fool around with yourself, I don't mind." Her frankness
surprised her and it surprised Joy, too. But even as her red-headed cousin's cheeks
flushed the girl smiled shyly and nodded.
"I think I will. I'm really burning up, listening to all of this." Joy's hand disappeared
under her skirt and there was a wet sound and her eyes half closed. Cynthia could
imagine her fingers stretching her panties out of the way and gouging into the soft,
slippery crevice every girl possessed.
"So anyhow," Cynthia continued, "he finally got his finger up inside me. He didn't
really break my cherry or anything because it's still there. But he stretched that place
where the blood comes out."
"And it felt good?"
"God yes! I didn't want him to think... well, you know. But I was really getting hot.
And then I couldn't keep still and I was flopping around and..."
"You were gonna come!" Joy's voice was breathless.
"But the cops came first." Cynthia let out a breath. "They flashed us with a light and it
wrecked everything. At least for me. We had to sit up in the seat and all."
"What happened then?" "Well when they were gone, Ronny still wanted me to play
with him. So I did. It was weird. I've I never really touched a guy like that and he
started acting so funny and then wanted me to get out his handkerchief."
"Uh oh!" Joy said gleefully. "I know what's gonna happen, I know, I know, I know!"
She, clapped her hands together. Her blind eyes were bright with anticipation.
"Yeah, you guessed it. What a mess."
"Tell me, tell me!"
"It kinda scared me at first. I was pumping his cock-skin up and down and all of a
sudden all that white sticky stuff came out all over everything. A guy can really shoot it.
I didn't know that before." Cynthia sighed. "The handkerchief didn't help that much."
Joy's finger was making soft, slick noises under her dress. She was panting. "Just think
Cynthia," she breathed, "lots of girls eat that stuff!"
"Really?"
"Sure." Her cheeks flushed darker. "I've even thought of eating it myself. Not that I'd
ever get the chance, being blind and all."
"I think I'd gag."
Joy squirmed against the sofa. "I think I'm gonna have to go to my bedroom. You really
talked me into a lather." She pressed her lips together. "I'm glad I've got an
understanding cousin."
When Cynthia was alone, she almost felt like doing to herself what her cousin was
going to do. But she still had a feeling of guilt when it came to jacking off. She went
into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk, trying to get her mind off sex. The
first thing she noticed was that her cousin's dog wasn't curled in the corner where he
liked to sleep.
"Where is Sammy?" Cynthia said aloud. She went back in the living room and glanced
down the hall. Still no Sammy. Then the thought occurred to her that Joy had the big
shepherd in her bedroom with her. Cynthia trembled, remembering how crazy Sammy
had acted.
Nothing in the world could keep her from tip-toeing down the hall to Joy's bedroom.
Nothing could keep her from gently turning the knob and slowly pushing the door
open. And it was all she could do to stifle the moan of surprise when she looked into
the room. Joy was on her back in the middle of her bed. She was naked except for a
gold anklet. Her seeing-eye dog was on the bed, too. And he was licking one of Joy's
firm tits. He was licking the nipple and Joy was writhing around with pleasure, her face
looking dazed. But it was what she was doing with her other hand that made Cynthia's
heart pound. Joy was massaging her dog's cock. The raw, red thing was jutting out
from its sheath. It was slick with juice. Cynthia could hear the glossy lubrication
sucking against her cousin's fingers as the pretty girl caressed the hunching animal.
Sammy looked over at Cynthia, but turned his attention back to Joy. He didn't seem to
be at all self-conscious about being watched. And of course, Joy didn't know that her
cousin was standing in the doorway.
"Ohhh Sammy," she sighed, her long fingers squeezing his cock rhythmically. "Ohh my
Sammy is such a good dog!"
The dog licked her face as if he understood her words. Cynthia felt her cunt flood with
juice. She leaned against the doorframe, weak with passion. Inside her, her emotions
clashed. She knew that what her cousin was doing was perverse and wicked. But
another part of her was excited by it all. She licked her lips and watched Joy grab a
pillow and shove it under her ass. This brought her pussy up to the level of Sammy's
cock, and he seemed to know exactly what his mistress wanted. Cynthia couldn't help
but conclude that they'd done this before.
"Good dog, good dog," Joy cooed, opening her knees and urging Sammy to get between
them. The dog put his paws carefully on each side of her body, and his long cock
bobbed forward. Now Cynthia could see the glistening surface of Joy's cunt as her
pussy-lips opened. The dog's knobbed cock-tip bumped against her dripping flesh with
a smack, and a shudder of lust went through Joy' body.
"Uhhh, ohhhhh Sammy do it to me! Make me happy!" The dog lunged forward but his
cock was so slippery that it went up over Joy's belly, leaving a shiny mark. Joy giggled
and grabbed the hot-looking barb with both hands.
"Oh, you're so eager aren't you? Here Sammy... here boy." She held his cock down
between her thighs and humped her back down into the bed. Cynthia could see her
inner lips, her clit, her muscle-ringed hole. Joy held the dog's cock with thumb and
forefinger as she slid it down. The knobbed tip pressed against her opening, and she
plunged her ass up and down. The dog humped his back up, bringing his haunches
forward with a quick jerk. There was the sound of soft, female flesh being penetrated.
Cynthia grabbed her tits unconsciously, squeezing the nipples as she watched that
swollen dog cock disappear inside her cousin's cunt. Yes, it was happening! And she
was witnessing it first hand. Joy was letting her dog fuck her!
"Ohhhhhh baby," the girl whimpered, flopping her ass around wildly. "Ohhh, you're so
big and hot!"
Joy's cunt was so tight around Sammy's prick that the dog couldn't shove it any deeper.
He was writhing and twitching, his tongue lolling against his mistress' tits as he tried to
fuck her to the hilt. Then Cynthia saw her cousin relax her belly, and the ring that was
contracted around the big dog's shaft loosened some. Another slick sound told her that
Joy was getting fucked.
The dog grew more excited, now that another few inches of his cock had been tightly
surrounded by Joy's slick cunt-flesh. He yipped and trembled, his slim ass bumping
forward rapidly as he tried to drive more of his red cock into Joy's pussy. Juice dripped
down freely now, spotting the pillow she'd shoved under her.
Cynthia felt dizzy. The reality unfolding before her was so incredible that she was in a
mild state of shock. It was as if she were seeing a hidden secret – a secret that had been
playing in the back of her mind for some time. Sammy's cock against her cunt had
started it. And her run-in with the black dog in the park had added another chapter.
But actually to watch her shy, blind cousin fucking a dog simply blew her mind. It also
excited her.
"Nhhhuuhhh! Ohhhh damn!"
Cynthia had never heard Joy curse either. She was finding out a lot of things about her
cousin – and about herself too. The dog's cock made sucking noises as he tried to
withdraw it some. Joy moaned, her ass wiggling furiously. There was not doubt in
Cynthia's mind that Sammy was stuck deep inside his mistress' body! He couldn't free
himself, and as he yipped and tugged again, a glazed expression went across Joy's face.
"Sammeeeee! Ohhh baby, you can't get loose! You're knob's caught inside me! Don't
try baby, just fuck Joy some more! Fuck me hard!"
The dog seemed to understand. He growled and slurped one of Joy's tits as his hips
slammed forward. Cunt-juice was forced out of Joy's pussy as his cock filled her again.
Now her asscheeks were shiny with her seeping lubrication and began to thrust her
hips from side to side as that red shaft disappeared between the lips of her cunt.
It seemed to Cynthia that the dog could go no deeper, but he continued to lunge
forward. He was wild with passion. Cynthia tried to imagine how her cousin's cunt felt
to the dog. All that hot, slick meat squeezing him – all that juice made making the
contact so tight and perfect! And Joy's muscles were contracting too. Cynthia could see
them squeezing the dog's cock-shaft.
"Huuhhhnnn," Joy babbled, her head flopping from side to side. Red hair splashed
across the pillow. Joy's tits were wet from Sammy's mouth. The areolas and highpointing 
nipples glistened as the dog lapped them again. Slowly, the excited girl put her
legs up, locking her heels above her dog's back. She squeezed him, her fingers going
deep to his neck fur as Sammy continued to buck wildly in her embrace.
The soft, squishy sound of his cock skewering Joy's cunt made Cynthia half crazy with
lust. It was a rhythmic slish, slish, slish, and it caused Cynthia to start pumping her
own slim ass. She rubbed her pubic bone against the edge of the doorway. Her
pantycrotch was soaked through and she smelled her own musky scent rising.
"Sammeeee! Ohhhhh, baby, it's good! Sooo good!"
The big dog nibbled gingerly at his mistress' tits. He was humping faster than before
and Joy was squirming uncontrollably under him.
"Ohh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh shit!"
Cynthia turned away and staggered down the hall. She had to stop watching that awful
spectacle. It was horrible! It was the most perverted thing she's ever seen in her life. Joy
should be ashamed! A dog! A dog with his cock shoved deep into her cunt!
"She's lost her mind. She shouldn't be allowed even to have a dog." Cynthia stifled a
cry of indignation. "If her mother knew..."
But behind her she could hear the sucking noises of Sammy spearing Joy with his big
dog cock. And Cynthia could hear her cousin's whimpering moans – moans of pleasure
that were growing more frantic, more urgent with every passing second. Cynthia
stopped and turned. She swayed back down the hall and leaned in that doorway again.
She felt wicked and guilty and dirty-minded for watching. But her clit had swelled into
a tumid bulb of sensitivity. She closed her thighs tight, squeezed the hot nub between
the velvety slick lips of her cunt. Then she pumped her hips wildly as she watched Joy
convulse in a delirium of pleasure, as Sammy continued to stab her with his prick.
She was coming!
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh Sammeeeeee! Ohhhhhh Sammmeeee baby!"
Joy clung to the dog tightly. Her crossed heels pressed on Sammy's furry haunches. She
ground her open cunt against the wild lunging of her beloved animal. Now the big
dog's balls were coated with Joy's cunt-juice, and his humping was turbulent – almost
violent.
It was the strangest, sexiest thing Cynthia had ever seen. The dog's ass quivered, he was
fucking so fast. And the friction was making Joy go out of her mind. She writhed like a
pretty snake under the dog's hot fucking. Her hips swayed, tilting this way and that
way. Her white belly heaved against the dog's hairless belly.
Inside Joy's cunt Cynthia knew that that red, raw cock was being caressed and squeezed
and milked. The poor animal was whimpering as the raging pleasure took him over.
They rolled sideways, Joy's legs and arms I clutching the squirming animal as his
haunches continued to jab. Cynthia was panting hard as she watched. Then her cousin
started screaming. She turned her head to muffle the screams in her pillow. Sammy
yipped and a shudder went through him from head to tail. His fucking movements
were suddenly out of rhythm – convulsive, but still very frenzied. Joy's cunt squeezed
the dog's cock tightly as her insides milked him. When the first dribble of cum oozed
from her cousin's cunt, Cynthia almost sank to the floor. She was weak and lightheaded
and with the dog's cum spurting into Joy's cunt, the sound of their fucking grew even
squishier.
Unable to stop herself, Cynthia plunged a finger against her pantycrotch and gouged
herself through the sheer nylon. What must it feel like to have a cock inside, so deep
inside? Joy knew that feeling. Cynthia wished she did.
"But never with a dog!" she breathed, her emotions doing flip-flops again. Yet as she
petted her swollen cunt, she thought of Ronny and his awkward attempts at sex. Would
she let him put his cock inside her? Cynthia whimpered, her mind boiling with
confusion and uncertainty.
Joy was still squirming excitedly on the bed, her thighs squeezing Sammy's furry body,
her ass lurching as the dog continued to spear her, continued to spurt his hot cum into
her feverish pussy.
It was horrible. But why did watching it stir her so? Cynthia was still leaning in the
doorway when her cousin stopped moving around. Sammy tried to pull himself free of
her twice before finally succeeding. His swollen cock-knob came out with a slurpy
sound, and white jism spilled down in long strings from Joy's well-fucked cunt.
"Oh wow," she mumbled, licking her lips. Ohhhh, Sammy, you really did me!"
Quietly, Cynthia closed the bedroom door and went back to the front room. Her finger
was shiny with her own juice and her cunt had puffed up against the taut stretch of her
pantycrotch. She wished life wasn't so confusing. She wished she didn't know anything
about sex. And she wished she'd never seen that dog fucking her own cousin. Joy's
blindness and her state of loneliness wasn't enough of an excuse for her to act like that.
When the memory of that black dog came back to haunt her, Cynthia beat her fist
against the chair and felt angry. Yes, she'd had a climax. But it wasn't her fault. That
dog would have bit her if she'd tried to escape. The brute! She reached to the table and
squeezed her purse. The hard shape of the derringer made her feel better.
"He won't have his way again. He won't!"


Chapter 5

The street was dark.. Cynthia turned on Maple and crossed to the edge of the park..
Her shadow stretched out before her as she passed under the last streetlight and walked
across the grass. She held her purse firmly in her left hand. That way she could slip her
right hand in and grab the gun if she saw any sign of that big black dog. She was angry
inside, and she walked quickly, her teeth clenched. She was mad at herself for having
watched her cousin's perversity. She felt guilty for having secretly enjoyed the spectacle.
And she hated that black dog that had done those awful things to her with his mouth.
"Maybe my mother is right," she said out loud. "Maybe sex is nothing but trouble.
Maybe I shouldn't even go out with Ronny anymore."
Cynthia went past a row of children's swings. She'd have to skirt the lake on the far
side if she didn't go by the pavilion. She hadn't decided for sure just which direction
she would take. The light of the pay phone seemed a safe beacon in the darkness. But
she remembered what had happened there that very weekend. With her date just a
hundred yards away, that dog had stripped her panties down and...
No, the pavilion wasn't as safe as it seemed. Though the far shore of the lake was dark,
she thought she'd feel better about going that way. She turned past the restrooms and
went on.
"He's probably not even around," Cynthia said to herself. "Surely he doesn't stay in the
park all the time. He has to eat. There's nothing to eat in the park."
But thinking of the dog eating made her remember how he'd eaten her, and Cynthia
trembled and tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She was closer to the water
now, and it was darker. There were more trees than she'd remembered, more bushes –
more places for a dog to hide. Cynthia slipped her hand inside her purse and closed her
fingers around the butt of the pistol. It felt heavy and dangerous, and she was
comforted somewhat as she went on.
Once she thought she heard something and stopped. The wind fluttered the leaves over
her head. A bird called, probably an owl. She thought she saw the awkward movements
of a bat swish over her, close by. But she saw no dog. Unless he lurked in the shadows
where his black coat would hide him perfectly.
"You'd better leave me alone," she muttered, squeezing the small pistol harder, "if
you're out there somewhere."
The lights from a passing car hit the bushes in front of her, and for a moment, Cynthia
froze. She pushed her brown hair back from her eyes and squinted in the dim light at
the dark shadows behind a circle of bushes. She remembered the spot now,
remembered that it had been the place where she'd watched Sissy Hawkins getting
fucked. But had she seen movement in the darkness ahead, or had it been her
imagination?
She eased the derringer from her purse and kept walking. She was trembling, the gun
down at her side. A sound behind her made her whirl. There was nothing.
"I'm just getting myself all worked up," she said. The sound of her voice helped and she
smiled and tried to slow her breathing. She started forward again.
Now she was almost even with the circle of bushes. Memories flooded back. For an
instant she was there on her knees on the grass as the sun warmed her. For an instant
she was peeking through green leaves at Sissy's naked body, at Johnny's rigid cock. She
could almost see it sliding wetly into the girl's grasping cunt.
Cynthia heard the sound of something running behind her, but before she could turn
she was hit – hit hard. She tumbled forward, the gun falling from her hand. And then
she knew that whatever had hit her wasn't human. Because sharp teeth closed on her
neck from behind as she tried to get onto her hands and knees. She felt the hot breath
and her arm brushed fur.
"Ohhh," she whimpered and the teeth closed tighter. She felt pain, sharp pain. She
stopped struggling. The dog – the same black dog who'd licked her before was now
dragging her towards the bushes. She was forced to crawl along on all fours. When she
resisted, the animal tightened his grip on her neck and she felt sick from the pain.
"Uhhh, uhhhhhh God," she gasped. All the dog had to do was throw his head and she
knew her slender neck would be broken like a matchstick. She had to do what he
wanted. She had to stay calm. Her heart pounded in her chest as she was half-dragged,
half-pushed through the bushes and then dropped on the grass. A tremble went
through her. Cynthia saw that she was lying at exactly the same spot where Sissy had
fucked her boyfriend.
The dog wasn't holding her now, but she was too scared to move or try to get up. She
felt his hot muzzle sniffing up her legs. One sandal had fallen off when he'd hit her,
and he chewed curiously at he other one but let it be. Then he whined strangely as he
nosed her skirt. Cynthia had the craziest feeling that he remembered her, that he'd been
waiting for her. She clenched her fist. Her gun was lost back in the grass where he'd
knocked her down. And without that pistol she had no defense.
Sharp teeth closed on her skirt and the black dog started tearing it from her buttocks.
The waistband parted first as he jerked the frock off over her legs and, with a toss of his
head, threw it onto a low branch. Slowly, so as not to make him angry, she tried to get
her hands under her chest and push up. The dog growled menacingly. She stopped
moving and lay there trembling.
His breath beat against her ass. He sniffed her clinging nylon panties. She knew he
could smell her damp pussy, too. It was damp from watching Joy fuck a dog! It was all
so ironic, so evil! She wanted to cry, but she was too scared.
The black dog closed his jaws on one asscheek. Cynthia let out her breath. He could
devour her alive if he so desired. But the dog only let her feel his teeth. When he began
to do the same thing to the other cheek, an unexpected thrill coursed through her. She
was ashamed for having her body respond to something so bestial.
The dog's fangs were hooked in the sheer nylon now, and he was pulling at them. The
material shredded in his mouth. He continued to destroy the panties as if her were in
no hurry. But more and more of her quivering white ass was exposed now. And it was
wet from the dog's saliva. Cynthia was panting from fright – and something else. What
did this beast mean to do to her?
Her panty crotch was stripped away from her cuntal mound, and she gave a little
shriek. A huge paw pressed against the back of her neck as the dog growled.
"I'll be quiet," she babbled, feeling foolish for thinking that the animal could
understand her. The dog let his paw slide off and licked the nape of her neck. The hot
bath moved to the spot behind one ear. He bathed her again and again with his hot,
wet tongue. Tremors ran up and down Cynthia's coltish body. She thought of getting
up suddenly and making a break for it. But she knew it was a foolish idea.
Her blouse was gripped in the monster's jaws and she heard the buttons popping from
underneath her belly. Then the dog moved his head casually, and the cotton split down
the back. He pulled at the torn shreds, opening them until the entire length of her back
was exposed. He pawed her and began to lick.
"Ohhh, I'm so afraid," she whispered.
She lay there on her belly, her panties in shreds and her blouse dangling from a bush,
as the dog nosed and explored her firm young flesh. He began to lick between her
thighs. Cynthia tried to squeeze her legs together. The dog growled and closed his jaw
on her thigh muscle. She quickly opened her legs again. The dog's tongue covered her
pussy-mound and he dragged it up between her cuntlips. Cynthia bit her lip and
trembled. It was just like the last time. The sensation was so intense that she could
hardly bear it. And it was exciting her. Despite her disgust and fear her clit was already
swelling from under its protective hood.
Sharp teeth sunk into her buttocks again and the dog seemed to be pulling upwards. He
gave a snort and bit the other one, again straining upwards. Cynthia realized that the
dog wanted her to get up-get onto her hands and knees. She moved slowly, making
sure she wasn't going to anger him. But the dog let her pull her knees under her and
get her arms straight. She was breathing fast, thinking of escape. Maybe he was tired of
toying with her. Maybe he expected her to crawl away and everything would be okay.
That hot tongue wet her cunt again. He was standing behind her, slurping between her
parted thighs. She could feel his juicy spit dripping from her cunt-hair. She started to
crawl forward but stopped immediately. The black dog had sunk his teeth into her
ankle. He was growling softly, but she knew what the message was. He wanted her on
hands and knees, but he didn't want her to leave.
"Oh God, God in Heaven..."
Cynthia knew how swollen her cunt was. While watching her cousin have sex with her
own dog, Cynthia had thoroughly soaked her panties. Her pussy had gotten plump
with trapped blood, the inner surfaces blooming like a ripe flower. That was how she
was now, and the black dog's tongue was only making it worse. Her cunt musk floated
in the air like the potent perfume it was. When she turned to glance at the animal,
there wasn't enough light to tell how her smell was affecting him. Seconds later the
moon came out from a cloud, and she saw his huge red cock-shaft. It was still growing,
still sliding from its furry sheath.
"No-o-o-o," Cynthia whined. The dog's low growl made her smother her fear. It wasn't
happening, she told herself. It couldn't happen to her. But it was happening, and when
she felt a big paw on her ass she knew what the dog meant to do next.
He mounted her and she was shocked by his weight. Her arms trembled as she held her
weight and the weight of his chest and head. His long legs embraced her torso, and she
felt the animal squeezing, hugging her in his bestial embrace. She was panting, her cunt
swollen to its full extent. The black dog slid forward and for the first time she was
touched by that long, stiff prick. The knob was wet and slippery and it smeared juice
across one asscheek. When the dog tried to shove it against her mound, Cynthia made
her back arch downwards so that he couldn't take her. But the dog seemed to sense her
resistance and she felt those white fangs closing on her neck again.
With his head tilted sharply, the dog gripped her thin neck and shook her just hard
enough to hurt. She gasped with fright, her back arching down so that her plump, pert
ass was poked out at him His slippery cock-tip gouged into her fuck-slit. More juice
bathed his hot cock as her body responded to the carnal friction.
"Nhhhhaaahh, he's gonna fuck me!" she gasped. The rub of his chest against her back
and the heat of his hairless belly against her asscheeks made her dizzy. She was scared
and yet caught in the grip of powerful emotions.
Cynthia could hear that big knob sliding through her cunt-folds. The dog seemed to be
moving jerkily, searching for the hot hollow in her body where he could stab deeply.
Maybe he wouldn't find it. Maybe that cock of his was far too big to push into the tiny
tear Ronny Carter had made in her hymen with his finger.
"Ohh, ohhhhh God, what will I do if he..."
The dog growled and tightened his jaws on her neck. Being held like that while he
searched with his cock was incredibly erotic. Scared as she was, Cynthia couldn't help
but be aroused. Of course she would have bolted instantly if she had had the chance. It
didn't seem that the chance would come. The black dog had her at his mercy. His
throbing cock surged against her adolescent cunt.
"Ohhh no!" she moaned when she felt the knobbed tip settle into the depression where
her cherry stretched across her hole. The dog made a rumbling sound in his throat. It
was as if he knew he'd found the magic place – as if he knew that behind that thin
membrane was a hot slippery cunt for him to spear with his cock.
By now, Cynthia's cuntjuice was dripping down the insides of both her thighs. She
wished she had better control of herself. She was ashamed that the dog was devastating
her so easily. She didn't want any of this to be happening. But as the hot throbbing of
the dog's cock grew stronger, she felt less like a human girl and more like a bitch – a
bitch the big dog meant to rape.
"Uhhh, ohhhh it hurts," she babbled, drooling down her chin. The dog moved his
haunches carefully from one side to the other. He seemed to be making certain that he
wouldn't slip out if he lunged forward. Cynthia's heart beat fast as she waited for the
bestial thrust. Dogs knew nothing of being gentle. She didn't expect this brute to be
any different.
He wasn't. The lunge of his hindquarters almost threw her forward on her face. Sharp
pain went through her cunt like fire. She felt her blood spattering down both thighs,
joining her cunt juices until the stream made a wet spot in the grass under her knees.
But though she was as afraid as she'd ever been in her life, Cynthia was surprised that
the pain didn't continue. It had lasted for only a moment. Now there was only a dull
ache as the dog humped again, and again. Another sensation had replaced the pain.
When Cynthia realized what it was, she bit her lip and two hot tears lined her cheeks.
She felt that incredible dog cock sliding past her muscled opening, sliding deep into her
virgin cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh God, ohhhhh it's so big!" The dog still held her neck in his jaws. She
panted wildly, her arms still trembling as she pushed back against the lunging weight of
the animal. His front legs hugged her, and Cynthia couldn't help but be affected by this
furry squeezing of her slender body. She was being held firmly while the dog's
haunches worked powerfully, his slickened, feverish prick driving into her tight cunt.
She was being opened up inside – things were being moved around, it seemed. That
cock-knob stretched her velvety fuck-tube as it went in. And like she'd imagined when
her cousin had done this, Cynthia could feel her slippery hot flesh squeezing the rigid
prick, smearing it with sex-butter. The dog quivered. He was halfway into her and
caught tight. When he tried to pull back, his knob had grown so huge that it caught on
Cynthia's clasping cunt and dragged her backwards too.
"Uhhh, uhhhhhhhh!"
The dog let go of her neck and began to lick her ears and shoulders. His hot tongue
made shivers of excitement go up and down her body. Her clit was throbbing strongly,
but it couldn't swell enough to come into contact with this beast's prick. It was the
stretching of her whole pussy that was exciting the feverish nub. Caught inside her, the
dog thrust and plunged, and her cunt was pulled strongly. Her clit pulsed as the glow
spread through her loins and up into her belly.
The black dog's tongue was doing things to her, things she had no control of. As he
lapped around the whorls of her small ears, hot tingles coursed through her tits. Her
nipples stuck out through the shredded front of her blouse where the buttons had been
pulled off. The animal even nibbled on her earlobes, not pinching hard enough to hurt.
More flashes of erotic pleasure made Cynthia tremble. She felt her panic subsiding. And
as that happened, her cunt began to ease its convulsive grip of the black dog's cock. She
whimpered weakly, overcome with excitement as the dog drove his hips forward again
and juice was forced out from around the edges of her cunt. His cock pressed deeper –
deeper than ever before!
"Whhuuuhh," she moaned, her head hanging own between her braced arms.
Every forward jab sent a little shock through her. Her tits trembled with the dog's
fucking. Her tummy was pulled in tightly, and she panted like a rabbit as more juice
spilled down her thighs. She didn't think she was bleeding so badly now. She could feel
the torn edges of her cherry. They stung when the big dog thrust too hard, but there
was not much pain really. It was mostly pleasure – a pleasure so pervasive that Cynthia
could no longer ignore it. She had begun to move her own hips, tilting them gingerly at
first, and then as the black dog pumped faster, Cynthia grunted deep in her throat and
squirmed back against his penetrations.
A breeze stirred the bushes around them, and unless Cynthia really tried to think about
it, it didn't seem she was in town at all. She was an animal out in the woods and under
the spell of another animal, an incredible black animal who'd speared his cock into her
cunt. Her skirt was off, her panties hung in shreds around her ass, hardly anything left
of them at all. Her blouse was pretty much ruined too. The dog hugged her firmly with
his front paws, his back humping high as he drove forward with rapid, powerful
strokes. The sucking sound of his red prick sliding in and out of her young cunt made
Cynthia whimper again.
An itchy tingle had spread through her. Her skin was alive with the thrills of the sex
she was experiencing. She felt thoroughly ravished, totally under the dog's power. She
didn't even think she had the strength to get away now even if he let her.
"Nhhuuuh," she moaned, "ohhhhhh!" It was good. Better than she ever wanted to
admit.
Cynthia had spread her knees wider in the grass and the dog was scratching deeply into
the lawn with his hind claws as he drove forward. His balls swung forward each time he
stabbed into her young cunt. She felt the slap of them against her clit and she knew
that the animal was growing more and more excited.
His hot tongue bathed the nape of her neck with saliva, and his powerful front legs
squeezed her with amazing strength. They had slipped down to hold her where her hips
curved out, and his back was humped high as he skewered her again and again with his
throbbing stiff cock.
"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh god," she moaned. She was no longer able to keep still. Her ass
flopped and danced as she squirmed her pussy around while the red cock-shaft went in
and out.
When those sharp teeth gripped her neck again, she guessed what was going to happen.
Her cunt had swollen tighter – not out of fright, but more from excitement. Her inner
lips were puffed up and very wet and the squishy noises of the animal's prick going
deep made her shiver.
"He's gonna come," she whispered, her nostrils flared. The dog had grabbed her neck
again to make sure she didn't try and get away at the last moment. He wanted to spurt
every drop of his cum into her twitching, writhing body.
But something strange was happening to Cynthia, too. It was like what had happened
to her when this same dog had cornered her and licked her. But with his rigid cock
sliding inside her cunt, the sensations were intensified. She was tingly all over, and an
insatiable itchy glow had spread through her loins. Her poor little clit felt as if it 
might explode!
"Ohhh, nhhhaaaa!"
She licked her lips, her eyes fluttering as the dog's movements became more convulsive.
His front legs gripped her waist tightly. She arched her back. Her firm asscheeks
trembled against the black dog's belly. Her cuntlips were wet and tight around his cock
shaft. The knobbed tip plunged deep and was dragged slowly back, until it felt like a
hot, ripe plum caught inside her teenaged flesh. With a cry of helplessness, Cynthia
knew she was coming. The dog speared his cock to the hilt as the radiant pleasure
waved through her cunt.
Now they were a twitching, quivering tangle. Her breath came in hard little puffs as she
took that dog cock, his haunches beating against her flesh. He held her neck firmly, not
hurting her but letting her know that he could. Twitching convulsively, Cynthia
couldn't think or reason. She could only obey the ravenous lust that had caught her up.
Her pink velvet flesh clasped the dog's huge prick as it spurted.
"Ohh, ohhhhh, nhhyyyaaahhhhhh!"
The dog's hungry growls were hot against her neck. She could hardly hold herself up
any longer. The pleasure that pulsed through her cunt made her feel faint. Her tits
tingled, too, as the dog's hot spit ran down her back in rivulets, wetting her nipples and
dripping into the grass. She bucked wildly as the dog reamed her. She could feel his
knob bulging larger than it had been before. Hot spurts of cum were spraying and
boiling inside her.
"Uhh, uhhhhhhh he's fucking me, he's driving me out of my mind!"
Cynthia's ass made quick, jerky circles. His thick cum was dribbling out of her now.
There seemed to be so much! And the way the black dog held her neck, it seemed he'd
be pumping his jism into her all night. But she didn't really care, because the squeezing
rhythm of her cunt was sending quivering thrills through her, each time it milked
tightly around the dog's big cock.
"Ghhhaaaahh," she whimpered, the slap of cummy balls against her clitoris sending her
into another spasm of orgasmic torment. Her head spun. It was too much pleasure, too
much ecstasy to handle. She felt her arms buckle. She was falling forward.
Her neck slipped from between the black dog's jaws and she went down on her tits and
belly. The force of his blood-engorged knob popping free of her cunt, made Cynthia cry
out weakly. Hot cum oozed out onto the grass between her spread thighs. The next
thing she felt was the dog's hungry tongue lapping at the spilled cum. He sniffed her
body curiously, licking her here and there. Cynthia had her eyes closed. She was in a
mild state of shock. Would he eat her now? Or would he let her be? Would he leave
her there alone in her shame?
He was licking her face and she moaned weakly, but was too exhausted to turn away.
The dog whimpered in his throat, nosed her supine body one last time, and trotted off
through the bushes.
Cynthia could only hear her heart pounding and her ragged panting as she tried to
catch her breath. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and rolled over. Her cunt
glistened in the moonlight. Creamy droplets clung to her sparse thatch of cunt-hair.
She was still glowing from the effects of her rape, but she didn't want to admit the glow
was pleasurable. Not now, anyway.
"That-that beast!" she cried, grinding her teeth together. "I wish I could have shot him!
Ohhhh, what's he done to me?"
Sitting up, she peered down at the bloody torn edges of her cherry. It made her feel
strange to know that her first experience with sex had been with a dog. The first male
cock that had ever dipped into the delicate heat of her body had been that of a dog! She
shuddered and hugged her arms.
"I've got to get out of here. I've got to get home."
Her panties were nothing but rags. She wadded them in her fist. She didn't want to
leave more evidence for the police to find. She wanted no word of this to get out, even
if her identity were never known. She managed to tie her skirt around her waist and
pull the shreds of her blouse together enough to cover her small tits.
In the grass outside the circle of bushes, she found her purse and the pistol the dog had
knocked from her hand. Shoving her ruined panties into the purse along with the
pistol, she started home.
She took the side streets, avoiding streetlights like the plague. She was sobbing quietly
the whole way, holding her tattered clothing around her ravished body. Her skin felt
sullied by the black dog's lust. Her smoldering little cunt felt painful now, as she 
began to feel just how big the dog had been.
Cynthia was thankful to make it to her house without running into a single person. She
made it inside without arousing her mother. The television was going, and she knew
she could limp upstairs and start a bath before her presence was suspected. She was
shaking like a leaf. Only now was the full realization sinking into her consciousness.
"I've been raped," she breathed, hiding her ruined clothing in the linen closet.
The warm water felt good as she lowered her bruised body into the tub. Then, her
mother was tapping at the bathroom door.
"Cynthia? I didn't know you were home. I guess I dozed off watching television. Are
you okay darling?"
"Fine Mom," she said, hoping she wouldn't have to talk anymore. She wanted to cry
instead. She gently bathed her swollen, freshly fucked pussy. The remnants of the dog's
cum made white snakes in the water. The muscles of her ass were sore from being so
tightly clenched, and her neck was a little tender where those long, white fangs had
sunk in.
Cynthia washed herself repeatedly, and then dried herself before the bathroom mirror.
She didn't look any different – or was there a strange cast in her eye now – the look of
a girl who was no longer a virgin, perhaps? A sob caught in her throat.
She put on a nighty and tried to get control of herself. She was still shaking. She
thought of the dog who had ravished her. She didn't know how she felt. There was a
burning hate that made her want him dead, but when she closed her eyes and let the
scene of the past hour replay itself in her mind, other emotions mingled with the hate.
Her cunt ached from having that huge cock inside it. She could still feel the animal's
teeth at her neck. She could feel his haunches slamming forward as he filled her body
with his cum.
"I should kill him," she muttered, starting to cry again.
But later, after being asleep for awhile, Cynthia awoke to find her body tingling with
desire. She'd dreamed of the dog fucking her again, and her body had grown excited.
As she had come to consciousness, she'd heard herself babbling things – strange and
confusing things.
"Doggy! Ohhhh Doggeeeee it feels go good!"
For the rest of the night, Cynthia slept with the small pistol under her pillow. And she
didn't sleep well at all.


Chapter 6

"I'm tired of hanging around the apartment all the time," Joy said. "And anyhow, my
mother said t would be okay for you to take me out on walks. Sammy needs practice
getting me across streets."
Cynthia couldn't argue. Even though it was late in the afternoon, she helped her cousin
get ready, and the two of them went down to the street. Sammy wasn't very well
disciplined yet, at least not to Joy's command. They went up to the corner and crossed
to the park. Cynthia had been thinking of what had happened to her that fateful night,
and now with the grass under their feet, she was trembling with the memory. Though
the park was full of children, she kept imagining the lurking shadow of that monster
dog. She even imagined it stalking her in broad daylight, its huge red cock swaying
under its belly – the same cock that had been forced through her hymen, forced so
deeply into her tummy!
"Is something wrong Cynthia?" Joy wanted to know. "Your hand got sweaty all of a
sudden."
"Here, you don't need my hand now that we're in the park. Let's see if Sammy can do
any better now."
The dog led Joy around a few obstacles without tripping her up too badly. Joy seemed
happy to be outside in the fresh air. And when they came to the pavilion and Cynthia
bought a couple of cokes, Joy's blind eyes were bright with a strange anticipation.
"This is near the spot where those girls were attacked, isn't it?"
"I guess so."
Cynthia sipped from her papercup. She didn't want to bring all that up but Joy seemed
obsessed.
"They think there was another attack, you know," Joy went on. She licked her lips. Her
dog Sammy had suddenly sniffed out a new smell. He whined and tried to push his
nose between Joy's legs. Cynthia guessed that her thoughts of sexual assault were
making Joy hot, and the dog's fine sense of smell had picked it up.
"I didn't know about another attack," Cynthia said, pretending only a vague interest.
"There were shreds of clothing and some buttons and a place where the grass was all
torn up."
"God!"
"Imagine that girl," Joy said excitedly, "being marauded by a big black dog."
"Now aren't you jumping to conclusions?"
"No, they're sure it's a dog, now. Too many people have seen it. One girl was even
chased. She made it to a parked car and got inside." Joy trembled. "I guess that was
only an hour before that monster found his last victim."
"Someone would surely say something," Cynthia put in.
Joy turned her face a little. "Would you? Would you report to the police that a big
black dog jumped on you, tore off your clothes and then..." Joy looked almost ecstatic.
"... fucked you? Would you tell them that?"
Cynthia couldn't contain herself any longer. "You act like you'd enjoy something like
that."
Joy's face turned red. "Oh no! I was just wondering what it might be like." There was
an awkward moment of silence. "Oh, Cynthia, maybe I would like it." Joy was really
red in the face now, but she seemed intent on making a full confession.
"You're just trying to shock me."
"No! I'm not like other girls. Because of my sight I've gotten very lonely sometimes."
"Joy, you don't have to tell me anything." Cynthia didn't want to hear it. She felt she
was intruding on the privacy of another person. It was Joy's business what she did with
her dog. Cynthia was having a hard enough time with her own emotions, when it came
to that. She was in such a state of confusion and guilt that she wondered if she'd ever
have peace of mind again.
"I've got to tell somebody," Joy whined. Sammy was nuzzling even harder against her
thigh. Joy pushed him away, but not roughly. It was like the push a lover might give to
her partner.
"Maybe we'd better go back to the apartment."
"Wait. Is there anyone close enough to hear what I'm saying?" Joy put her hand on
Cynthia's arm.
"No, but..."
"Then listen to me." Joy pulled in a slow breath. "And try to understand."
"Joy, I really don't see what's so important..."
"It's Sammy," her cousin blurted, digging her nails into Cynthias's wrist. "I do it with
him."
Cynthia already knew this, of course, but hearing it from Joy's lips turned up fire in her
cunt. She felt her juices leaking from between her plump cuntlips. Now Sammy had
picked up her scent and was trying to lick her knees.
"Did you hear me?" Joy whined. Her face was twisted in anguish. "Isn't it horrible?
Doesn't it make you sick?" At last, Cynthia managed to move her lips.
"No... it's not that horrible."
But Joy seemed ready to vent her guilt. "I've thought about it a lot. I've been ashamed
too. I've felt so wicked sometimes. But you can't imagine how it is, sitting alone all the
time. I used to take off all my clothes and lie on my bed and play with myself for hours.
I'd come three or four times, and then fall into an exhausted sleep."
"You don't have to tell me this..."
"Then one day I was doing that. I was on my bed naked with my finger inside my
cunt." Joy had an odd smile on her face now. "Sammy started sniffing around. He was
whining and carrying on, so I let him get up on the bed. I felt down between his hind
legs and knew what was happening."
Joy's fingers reached to pet her dog. As if he, too, were listening to the story, his cock
appeared, all red and slick looking. Cynthia had to smother a groan of excitement. Her
panties were plastered against her feverish pubes.
"That first time," Joy explained, "I didn't know much about it. I guess Sammy didn't
either. I was so fascinated by the way his cock felt, I kept touching it and squeezing it.
Then he came all over the place. I had a heck of a time cleaning up before my mother
came home."
"Are you sure you want me to know all this," Cynthia asked. She was as excited as Joy
was, and she didn't want her cousin to find this out. She was ashamed to be
experiencing such emotions after the black dog had raped her. But even as Joy spoke,
Cynthia could feel the bulging hot shape of the black dog's prick sliding deep, deep
inside her young cunt! It had been incredible! It had been the most horrible experience
of her life. She shook her head in confusion. How did she really feel about it?
Joy touched her hand. "I want you to know. It feels good getting it off my chest."
"It was just an accident. You were lonely and..."
"No, it wasn't an accident after that first time. I could have made Sammy stop. I didn't
want to. I would wait until I was alone in the apartment and then I'd go to my room,
strip off my clothes and call Sammy. He started to understand what I wanted. He really
liked my smell, so I let him explore my cunt with his tongue. He got so good at it that
I'd have to make him stop or I'd come in a few minutes."
Cynthia was remembering how the black dog had cornered her and licked her to a hot
and trembling climax that first night in the pavilion. Yes, a dog's tongue could be
excruciating! And now Sammy was trying to push his sharp muzzle between her knees.
Cynthia weakened for a moment and felt the dog's hot tongue brush her pantycrotch.
She pushed him away roughly. A small boy pedaled by on his bike. She felt relieved
that he hadn't noticed what the dog had done.
"Sammy started to learn other things," Joy confessed. "he didn't understand what I was
trying to get him to do at first. I tried getting him interested in me while I was on my
hands and knees. Then I used a pillow to prop up my ass. Facing him like that, I could
fit his cock into my..."
"Joy!" Cynthia interrupted, knowing she couldn't stand much more of this erotic
confession.
"I know you must be shocked. I hope you don't hate me for what I've let the dog do."
"Come on," Cynthia gasped, "we'd better go back to the apartment."
Joy had eaten supper and gone to her room to read a Braille manuscript for a class
assignment, when Cynthia first noticed her cousin's dog looking hungry. He followed
her into the living room and tried to nose her cuntal mound when she sat down.
"God, you're horny," she scolded, trying to shove him away with her foot. She'd kicked
off her sandals, and when the dog began licking her toes, a tingle of hot excitement
coursed through her. Guilt flooded back as she remembered how Sammy had accosted
her that first time, how he'd rubbed his cock directly against her cunt and then his cum
had spattered out. She'd conveniently shoved the incident to the dark corners of her
memory. Now as she watched him trying to excite her, she had the strangest desire to
touch him – touch his dog cock.
It wasn't hard to think up a rationale for doing it. She knew that the dog was all heated
up. If someone didn't relieve his pressure, he would just be a pest all evening.
"Roll over, Sammy." She got the dog on his back in the middle of the rug and knelt
close to him. His cock was already half-exposed as she curled her fingers around the
hot, slick thing. The dog whined and hunched his ass.
Though she was trying hard to pretend her contact was purely clinical, purely to get
him over his excitement, Cynthia's body responded as she worked his rigid cock. She
squeezed and massaged him until the knobbed cockhead looked like a dark, dripping
plum. The dog had closed his eyes and rolled around on his back.
"I'm only doing this for Joy's sake," she mumbled under her breath. "With you always
after her, she can't be expected to resist all the time."
But even as she spoke, Cynthia found herself staring at the ripe swell of the dog's cock
tip. It seemed so inviting, so slick and hot and smooth. She imagined it touching her
equally slick cunt.
"Ohhh damn! Why do I keep having those awful thoughts?" Her fingers worked slowly
up Sammy's cock-meat until she was lightly caressing his cockhead. She was as shiny
with juice as he was, and her fingers slipped easily over the overheated flesh. She could
feel the dog's body surging as he lunged his hips, driving the spike of his cock in and
out through her clasping fingers.
When his cockhead came back hard against her grip, the dog grunted and she could see
the glazed look in his eyes. Her hand smacked with his juice. She was growing more
excited than she wanted to be. She was panting.
"Hurry up Sammy," she gasped. "Hurry and do it so I can quit this."
Cynthia reached in her blouse pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief she sometimes
carried with her. It was royal blue and as soft as a whisper, and as she held it close to
the dog's throbbing cock, the redness of his flesh and the blue of the silk made a highly
erotic contrast. A smear of juice dampened the scarf. Cynthia was wetting her panties,
pumping her trim hips slightly in sympathy with the dog's wild hunching.
"You're close now, aren't you. I can tell.."
She was trying hard to keep her mind off what was happening to the dog, but it was
happening to her too. Her poor little cunt was all puffed up and as slick as a fresh-cut
peach. She felt empty, as if she needed to be filled. It'd been that damned dog that had
started it – the big black one.
In her lusty excitement, Cynthia had squeezed blue silk scarf around the dog's shaft.
Sammy lurched, his cock-tip suddenly expanding, surging!
"Ohhhh!" Cynthia breathed, "he's gonna come!"
She watched a white droplet appear at the tiny opening. Her free hand slid over to
surround the animal's furry balls. She squeezed them gently as if urging them to
unload. She'd gotten into the whole thing now, her heart beat in rhythm to the dog's
thrashing excitement.
"Come! Ohhhhh come, damn you!"
A spurt of cum leaped into the soft folds of her scarf. The dog yipped and wriggled on
the rug. Cynthia's hand was moving much slower now. She was squeezing his
cockhead, pressing her thumb and finger into the spongy, hot flesh. It was as if she
were actually pressing that hot cum out of his knob. Each time she pinched it, another
spray of jism spattered into her scarf.
"Ohhhhh God," she moaned. She was thinking now of that black dog. She was
thinking that when his cock had been so deep in her cunt, it had spurted hot cum just
as Sammy was doing. She imagined her soft, gripping pussy all around that knob. She
imagined how it had felt to the black dog as his cum had filled her and leaked out of
her cunt. Her hand slipped as she thought of this. The next thing she knew, Sammy
was spurting his jism into her palm, slick strings of it clinging to her fingers.
Joy came out of her room so suddenly that Cynthia didn't have time to get things in
order. Her cousin stopped in the doorway of the room, one hand touching the wall as
always. She wrinkled her nose.
"What's that smell? Cynthia? Are you here?"
Sammy whimpered, his haunches still going hard as he tried to keep rubbing his cock
in and out of Cynthia's clasping fingers. She stood, trying to wipe her hand clean. She
knew that Joy had identified the sharp aroma. By this time, she surely knew what dog
cum smelled like. Something in her face told Cynthia that she'd guessed the secret.
"It's Sammy, isn't it? You've been fooling around with him?"
"Listen Joy, I just didn't want him to bother you. I just..." She kept rubbing her hand
with her silk scarf. The dog got up and limped over to his mistress. Joy knelt and ran
her hand along his belly.
"Oh honey, you're all cummy." A sly smile appeared on her face. Cynthia was so
embarrassed that she couldn't even look into her cousin's blind eyes.
"Joy, you've got to understand..."
"I understand. I'm not mad or shocked or anything. I'm really a little glad that I
discovered you two."
"But I didn't want to..."
"That's what I told myself the first time," Joy laughed.
"I've got to go home."
Cynthia was dialing for a cab when she felt her cousin's hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not condemning you, Cynthia. How could I, after what I've done?"
She was too embarrassed to say anything to her blind, understanding cousin. She
wanted to run, to hide herself. She felt like she was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"You won't tell anybody, will you?" she whispered.
Joy just smiled. "It's our secret. Mine and Sammy's and yours."
With a moan of despair, Cynthia hurried down the hall and down the stairs. Once
inside the cab, she didn't look right or left. Even as the driver went by the park, she
kept control of herself. She was afraid that if she did glance over, she might see him.
She might see that big black dog – the dog that had put his hot cock into her body and
made her squeal with carnal emotions she'd never in her life experienced.
"I'll never walk through that park again," she swore. "And I'll never touch my cousin's
dog again, either." Her hot, wet cunt squished against the seat as the cab leaned around
a corner. She was so hot she didn't know what to do.


Chapter 7

The house was dark when the cab pulled up. Cynthia paid the, driver and asked him to
wait until she was safely inside. With the door closed behind her, she sighed with relief
and flicked on a lamp. Her mother had left a short note. Grandmother was sick and
she'd gone to stay the night with her.
Cynthia folded the note in two and dropped it on the coffee table. The excitement she'd
felt on the way home surged back. Since she was all alone in the house now, she could
do something about he tension that had built inside her.
She went upstairs to run herself a tub, and then laid out her sexiest nighty. Though
she'd endeavored to stop short of masturbation in the past, she knew that she had to do
something or go insane. After her cousin's confession of something Cynthia already
knew, and after she'd been able to keep her hands off Joy's dog, she was in such a state
of sexual tension that there was only one alternative left.
"I'll get a nice bath, put on a little perfume and then I'll do it to myself until I'm
exhausted. Maybe that'll stop all these naughty thoughts. Then maybe I'll be able to
relax for a while."
Her freshly scrubbed body seemed to glow as she powdered and perfumed herself. Yes,
it was a shameless indulgence of self-pleasure she meant to engage in, but it was
something she felt driven to do. She was trembling with anticipation as she let her
sexiest nighty fall down over her shoulders and tits. It was tied around her waist, and it
just covered her pert, firm ass. Of course she didn't put on the bottom part – the
panties. Her brown cunt-curls sparkled from the juice her cunt was still seeping.
Downstairs, she made herself a drink. It wasn't very strong, but with the first sip she
could feel the liquor destroying what little guilt she felt. Some girls did this sort of thing
all the time. And it was better than thinking about a dog, wasn't it? She trembled at the
thought of what that beast had done to her.
Cynthia left the back door open but locked the screen. It was a warm night, and up in
her bedroom it would be even warmer before she was through. She drifted through the
house with her glass, rubbing this, brushing her tits against that. It was fun being alone
and making a little game of it. She was becoming more and more aroused.
For a while she lolled on the sofa, almost touching herself but not quite. She was
getting the slightest bit drunk, and the whiskey had freed her inside. She clamped a
pillow between her thighs and rubbed around.
"I'm ready now," she gasped, finishing the whiskey and getting up. "God, am I. Ever
ready!"
Cynthia climbed the stairs to her bedroom and sat down gingerly on the bed. Her cunt
was so juicy, she could hardly wait to get her finger between the plump, hot lips. In the
moonlight, she could see the rise and fall of her own tits under the sheer nylon of her
nighty.
She rested on her back, her heels hooked at the edge of the mattress as her nighty rose
up around her belly. Slowly, teasingly, she dipped a finger along the glistening flesh.
The next time she dipped deeper. It did feel good!
"Momma doesn't have to know. It's none of her business anyhow."
Her finger slipped deeper and she found her throbbing clit. She began to pet it so that
it would stiffen and rise from under its hood.
"Ohh, ohhhhh God!"
Whenever she started to think of dogs she concentrated on her finger. She was trying
hard to forget about the erotic power of that black dog. It was better to have a fixation
on her finger than a passion for beasts.
But when she pushed her forefinger against her newly broken cherry, she couldn't help
but think of cocks. And the only cocks she knew anything about was the one her
cousin's dog had – and that other one! She knew about the one the black dog had
speared into her quivering body!
"No... can't think of that..." She had two fingers sliding into her now. Her cunt was so
slick – so hot! She smiled, tossing her brown hair back and forth as her velvety tissues
squeezed down against her knuckles. No wonder males liked to shove their pricks into
females. It was probably the most fantastic experience in the world for a male to have
his hard-on squeezed by a girl's pussy!
Cynthia was panting hard now, her eyes half closed. She wanted to make it last, but her
body seemed to beg for her to hurry. The squish, squish of her finger in her cunt added
to her excitement.
"Maybe I'll do this one quick... then... I can... take my time later. Ohhh, ohhhhhhh!"
A noise startled her to silence. She froze, her cunt still pulsing tightly against her
fingers as she held her breath. She heard it again, coming from the kitchen. It sounded
like something being torn. Then Cynthia's heart almost stopped. Something or
somebody was tearing right through the screen door. She knew she had to get up – had
to do something. She was so full of terror that she couldn't make her muscles work.
The tearing sound came again and there was a thump, as if something had hit the
kitchen floor. Now Cynthia heard a jingling sound and the padding of feet – four feet.
Horrified, she knew that the jingling was a dog collar. The four dog feet were climbing
the stairs now.
"No! Ohhhh God no!"
Again she tried to make herself move. If she could close her door she'd be safe. But the
padding sound was coming down the hall now. She looked towards the doorway. The
black dog looked back at her. His tail wagged as he came forward. But when she finally
managed to try and turn away, he growled and closed his jaws on her ankle.
"Get away, g-g-get out!"
Like a nightmare where it is impossible to scream, Cynthia felt too weak to do anything
but tremble. She was still on her back on her bed, her ass close to the edge of the
mattress, her heels hanging there too. The big black dog nuzzled her open cunt. He
licked it slowly, taking his time. Shivers of excitement mixed with her fear.
He mounted her, his big chest rubbing her belly, his tongue hot against her neck and
shoulders. She watched him make a rag out of her nighty. He exposed one white tit and
seemed satisfied to lick on it for a while. Between her thighs, she felt his slim but
powerful hips. And the touch of something hot against her glistening cunt made her
groan.
"... in my own bedroom. He won't leave me alone! Even here!"
The dog's cock gouged her pink cunt-folds. Her juices smacked around his swollen
cockhead. She threw her head to one side. The dog drew his tongue across her nipple
and across her neck and ear. The height of the bed was perfect for his huge size. It was
as if she had been planning this. Her cunt was exactly at the right angle as he hunched
his back and drove forward against her tumid, slickened cunt.
"But I didn't plan it! I don't want this to happen... ohhhhh!"
Cynthia made strange sounds deep in her throat. The black dog's cock had opened her
muscles. She felt that knob forcing past her feverish cuntlips, spearing three or four
inches into her young cunt.
In the park that night she'd been fucked from behind. But now that she was facing the
beast, his cock rubbed her clit too! She could feel his juices blending with hers as he
made jerky, excited movements. Her clit was covered with the dog's lubrication. As he
pressed down, he wallowed his hairy sheath against her sensitive nub, and Cynthia was
helpless to resist. She squirmed her ass around, rubbing her swollen cunt hard against
the trembling dog.
"Ohhhh no! Ohhhh God no... don't let this happen..."
The dog had slurped on of her tits into his mouth again. He seemed to know how to
chew on it without really hurting her. The sharp slide of his fangs across her areola and
nipple made Cynthia's back arch high from the bed. Her ass bucked uncontrollably.
Hot dog saliva was swathed across her nipple again and again and again. She dug her
fingers into his shiny black fur.
"Whhuuhhh, ohhhhhh!"
The dog lunged and his cock went deeper. She didn't know how long his prick was, but
already it felt as if he were further inside her than ever before. Her hips lunged to 
one side and then the other. Her outer cuntlips made sexy sounds as they sucked wetly
around the hot cock the animal was forcing into her.
"Mnnnhuuuhh," she whimpered, her chest crushed against the dog's mouth.
He licked hungrily at her tits until the saliva was dripping down her sides. And by now
her ass had begun a slow, rhythmic movement. A steady writhing up-and-down caress
against the penetrating force of the dog's cock.
The animal's big paws pinned her wrists to the bed. It wasn't hard for Cynthia to slip
them out, but the dog always pressed them down. The feeling of being held like that
made her tremble. As much as she had tried not to let her emotions go, she found
herself lost in the furry, wallowing pleasure of it all.
"Nhhhooo! Ohhh, if only I could keep still!"
She couldn't. Her ass lunged faster. The itchy tingles she'd started with her own fingers
were throbbing with an increased intensity now. The dog's cock made a sliding, erotic
sound as it went in so deep that she thought it might kill her. But it didn't kill her. 
She wallowed her hips without shame as she felt the tickle build into a maddening,
insatiable itch!
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh damn! I'm gonna... c-c-come!"
The first rush of her come left her breathless. Her cunt muscles contracted around the
dog's cock, and he yipped and fucked faster. Unable to stop herself, Cynthia kicked her
legs high into the air and locked her heels behind the black dog's back. Her arms
tightened around his neck as he licked her and fucked her into a frenzied, babbling fit.
"Nhhuuh, ohh, ghhhaaaahh," she gasped. "Ohhhhhh I'm dying, it's so good!"
But she didn't die either. Her climax pounded through her in ecstatic waves as she
pitched and wiggled and clawed at the big animal's fur. But he hadn't spurted his hot
cum into her, like the last time. He was still fucking when she was finished. With a sigh
of surrender, Cynthia realized she wasn't finished either.
The dog was fucking her very slowly now. And, incredibly, she knew that she would be
able to have another climax. Her cunt was still firm, still tingling with the anticipation
of more pleasure. Even her clit had not wilted. It was as puffed up and plump as before.
The dog's in-and-out thrusts I felt just as good, too – even better!
She tightened her scissor-hold on the dog's body. He grunted as if enjoying the
squeezing of her thighs. His haunches rode forward slowly, and he buried his shaft to
the hilt, Cynthia's ass danced on the mattress. She rubbed and squeezed and petted his
smoldering cock with her cunt. She I milked that glorious cock-shaft, feeling how big it
was, how stiff it was.
"Nhhhaahh, ohhbhhh God, ohhhhhh shit it feels good."
The dog could almost lift her from the bed with his cock, it had gone in so deep. She
sensed his power and knew that no man on earth could I perform like that. As
inexperienced as she was, she knew this. She let her arms slide around him. The same
thing had happened in the park that night. She'd been taken into the dog's world. She'd
become with him and of him. That huge cock stabbing at her young pussy was magic.
Cynthia growled and nuzzled her open mouth against the dog's neck.
She felt she was losing her mind. Her body surged with excitement as she felt a second
climax begin to pound through her. The muscles in her thighs and legs stood out in
sharp relief as she trembled Her toes fanned apart. She was biting the dog's neck as he
lapped at her shoulder and tit. She shuddered, moaning loudly as turbulent spasms
went through her. Her clit was being mashed by the dog's sheath. His cock was speared
so deeply that she could feel the knob pressing against her womb. Her hips bucked. She
see-sawed them wildly, then plunged forward and back. It was like she was stuck on
that incredible staff of hot cock-meat. And every movement sent thrilling shivers
through her body.
"Ohh, ohhhhh God!"
The big dog growled and his teeth turned so he could close his fangs on her neck. His
tongue lolled across her adam's apple as he held her. But he wasn't hurting. It was
almost an affection grasp, as his powerful haunches lunged forward, pulled back,
forward and back, stabbing her young cunt again and again with his feverish, slickened
cock.
With a violent seizure, Cynthia climaxed. She twitched and writhed and babbled as the
dog kept sliding his knobbed prick in and out of her cunt. Then she felt the slick cum
boiling out from the edges of her cuntlips. Inside her, she could feel the hot spurts. The
dog's teeth tightened on her throat just enough for her to know he was as delirious
with excitement as she was.
"Nhhhuuhh, uhhhhh, ohhhhh God, ohhhh fuck!"
The bed shook with their wild hunching. The underside of her body was a cummy mess
now as the sound of their loving became slurpy and loud. That bulging knob was
reaming her out! It pressed against the wall.s of her cunt tightly, as the dog skewered
her over and over again.
"Uhh, yessss... uhhhhh...ohhhh!" She nuzzled deeper in his fur, raked her fingers up
and down his powerful back. Her white, coltish legs kept squeezing with excited spasms
as the dog's cock brought more itchy pleasure from the depths of her cunt.
With a final shudder, the animal slipped his cock from her clasping pussy and it
flopped up against her belly as he sank down upon her, exhausted. Cynthia could feel
his cock still throbbing, she could feel the last dribble of hot seed oozing from the tip
and sliding down her side. Her cunt squeezed tightly, spasming now that nothing was
inside it. She felt so strange. She didn't want to think about who or where she was. She
belonged to this black dog now. She was a dog, too.
Cynthia blinked her eyes. She'd been asleep. She sensed immediately that the dog
wasn't against her now. She rolled over on the bed, forced herself to sit up. The moon
was higher now, and a gentle breeze was swaying the branches outside her window.
Then she saw him. He was curled in the corner of the room. His big head lifted.
"It happened," she whined. "It wasn't a dream."
Her cunt ached. When she moved, her mind was filled again with the incredible,
sensuous experience she'd just been through. Her cunt was slick with dog cum and
cunt juice, and when she got unsteadily to her feet, she could feel the stuff running
down her thighs. The dog got up, too. He didn't move as to challenge her or attack her.
But when he came to where she stood, his mouth moved down her tummy until he
found the feverish slit of her cunt. He began to lap the sex-honey from her curls,
slurping deeper to clean her well-fucked cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh God that tongue..."
The dog jumped onto her bed, circled as if testing the firmness of the mattress, and
then plopped down. He was even larger than she'd remembered – a truly huge dog.
And though his cock had not slid out from its sheath yet, she could see the shape of the
thing hidden inside.
Cynthia went to the bathroom. When she peed it stung a little. But the stinging made
her tremble when she stood up. Her cunt had known a cock like no human being
possessed. It was so tantalizing to think of it. Here she was, alone in the house with this
big black dog for a lover. The very same dog that had raped her in the park.
She went back to her bedroom. The dog was there on the bed, larger than life. He was
real alright. And now she could see the shiny head of his cock as it slid out. She walked
as if hypnotized and sat on the bed. The dog licked her hand, licked her arm. She was
breathing fast again. She knew it was wrong to let it happen again, but the dog seemed
hungry for her, and his hunger made her feel weak and very, very excited.
Cynthia was naked now and as she rolled on her side and fit between the dog's legs, he
growled with affection. He opened his back legs wider and she fit her thighs inside
them. She had his cock in her hand now – moving it, petting it. The slick juice coated
her fingertips.
"Ohhh why can't I stop?" she cried, her hips already working.
She rolled the animal onto his back slowly, cooing to him as she did. He let her get on
top, let her hold his cock firmly against her cunt. She found her cunt-hole and petted it
with that slippery hot knob. Then it was going in. It hurt her. She was sore from the
violent fucking she'd just had, but it went in. And the deeper it went, the better it felt.
Cynthia grunted with pleasure. Her lips curled back from her teeth. She was on top of
the black dog now, her small tits hanging down against his big chest. She hugged him,
dragging her nipples through his fur. Her ass rose and fell, two perfect swells of firm,
adolescent flesh. She was so white, and the dog was so black! She wondered if the
animal were intelligent enough to notice that. She decided that indeed he was.
"Uhhhh, ouch! It hurts a little." But she wiggled her hips and forced herself back
against the slippery prick-shaft. The knob opened her again, probing deeply into her
young, wet cunt.
"Am I doing this again?" she whimpered, unable to keep her bottom still.
Yes, she was doing it again. And this time she was on top. She was fucking the dog.
Her cunt squeezed as her excitement increased. She could tell that her muscles knew
what was being forced up inside of her. Her slippery surfaces contracted around the hot
spike of dog cock. The dog groaned, his paws working slowly in the air as she panted
above him, her tits caressing his furry chest, her belly warm against his.
"Nhhuuhh," she moaned, intensely aware that the body underneath her was not
human.
Her sensitive clit throbbed against the dog's flesh as she wiggled and fucked. She let
more of her weight down, but the big animal didn't seem to mind. He liked to be
shoved into the bed. He like to feel her youthful slender body cursing down against
him. His haunches began to plunge.
Now Cynthia didn't have to move at all. She just lay there on top of the black dog as
his hips lurched – as he drove that raw, red cock into her pussy. Her hole was still
cummy from the time before, and now the slide of their parts was even more squishy,
even more thrilling.
It felt good to get her legs around his middle again. It felt good to squeeze his furry
sides with her thighs. Her ass quivered and jumped as she fucked faster. She was
panting hard, sensitive to the subtle changes in her cunt. She'd gotten puffy and swollen
again, and the tickle of the dog's flesh against her clit was growing very intense.
Because she'd been rubbed so hard the first time she knew it wasn't going to take very
long. She felt the tickle burn and spread through her pussy-mound. Her cunt was all
opened up like a juicy flower, and the dog's cock penetrated it deeply as he humped
furiously now.
"Ohhhh come... come inside me!" she babbled, liking what the words did to her. The
black dog rumbled, his paws seeming to hold her tighter. Yes, he was hugging her back
as he drove that feverish rod of stiff cock-meat into her hole and spurted. Her clit
quivered, too, and then the radiant pleasure, was throbbing, pounding, spreading
through her again too.
"Whhhaaaahhh," she gasped, half unconscious from the ecstasy. They tumbled around
on the mattress as the dog's humping spasms grew frantic. His balls spent their cum
inside her, and at last she lay panting against the black beast.
It was almost dawn when Cynthia awoke. She had been sleeping on her stomach,
sleeping the sleep of total exhaustion. She'd felt something against her thighs and ass. It
was a warm wet tongue, and for an instant she forgot all that had happened the night
before. But her momentary fright passed as she realized that the black dog was on the
bed with her again. And it was plain what he wanted.
His teeth closed on one of her asscheeks and he tried to lift gently. She pushed herself
up, still half asleep. She pushed her bottom high into the air and the big animal lapped
at her exposed pubes happily, for a few moments.
Cynthia didn't have the strength to get up on her hands too. So she just kept her ass
high, her face still deep in her pillow as the dog mounted her. His cock swung up hot
and heavy and not completely hard yet. But the knob slid up her crevice as if he knew
exactly where that hot honey-hole was now. With a powerful lunge, his cock went in.
"Ghhhaaahhh," she moaned weakly. She knew just how much he owned her now. He
could satify his bestial lust anytime he pleased, and it seemed to please him to satisfy it
often.
"Mhhuuhhh, ohhhhhh God! I'm so sore... but it feels good anyhow...!"
The cock swelled and grew more rigid as the dog forced it into her cunt. She was still
on her shoulders and knees while he rooted in the hot, slippery depths of her body. It
was the most incredible feeling! Cynthia had learned at last what it meant to be a
female.
The big dog wasn't fooling around this time. He began to hump her with a frenzied,
pounding rhythm. The slurpy juice spattered from around her hole as he drove that hot
prick into her.
Cynthia carne out of her sleepy state quickly, her clit throbbing like a small cock as it
swelled up for the pleasure that the dog's rubbing would bring. Cynthia twisted her
hips, arching her back, then humping it high as the dog fucked her – fucked her
completely.
He yipped as his cock fountained with cum against the mouth of her womb. She
whined loudly as she felt her body responding to this morning quickie. Then she was
corning too, her trim young ass hunching up and down against the slide of that cock
into her cunt.
"Yhhhuuuuhhhh," she moaned, drooling on her pillow.
The dog held his cock deep, his hips quivering as he fucked her fast. Hot jism leaked
down her thighs, puddling on the sheet around her knees. She could feel that engorged
knob throbbing against her womb. He was so very, very deep inside her. He'd taken
possession of her body, this black beast from hell. She couldn't resist, even if she had
wanted to.
The dog jerked his cock free of her pussy and jumped down from the bed. She wobbled
and fell to her side on the mattress. Hot cum flowed from her stretched, fucked cunt.
She managed to drag herself up and swing her legs off the bed. The dog watched her
stagger towards her bathroom.
In the mirror, she saw her passion-dazed eyes. She saw her matted, cummy hair and the
streaks of jism that lined her thighs, droplets of white that clung in her pubic curls. Her
tits were red from being licked, her clit stuck out like a tiny finger of lust.
"Ohhh God, look at me!" Even her mouth was smeared with the dog's saliva.
Cynthia threw her robe around her body without bothering to wash. She went back to
her bedroom and opened the drawer of the table by her bed. The dog was in the corner
licking his cock. He didn't see her slide the small pistol into the pocket of her robe.
"Come on," she said, not knowing whether the animal would choose to obey her or
not. He did. He padded obediently behind her down the stairs and out into the back
yard. The sun wasn't up yet but it was light enough for her to see him clearly. He was
truly a magnificent animal. He looked every bit as powerful as he felt. And when he
fixed his dark eyes on her, they sparkled with intelligence.
Yes, the neighbors would hear the shot but she could explain, she could tell them that
the dog had attacked her as she'd strolled out of the house for a breath of morning air.
It was an awful thing to kill, but when she looked at the big black dog he seemed to
represent her guilt and shame and all the wicked, naughty things she'd ever done in her
life.
Cynthia put her hand in her pocket and squeezed the butt of the small pistol. The dog
sat close by her. She could feel the warmth of his fur; the beating of his heart. She could
even see the red spear of his prick, not quite retracted into the sheath between his
haunches.
Then hot tears streaked down her cheeks and she stood up and screamed at him.
"Get out! Get out and never come back!" The black dog took a few steps and turned, as
if confused. Cynthia pulled the derringer and waved it at him. "Leave or I'll kill you
dead!" She was sobbing, barely able to blurt the words out. The dog didn't seem to be
afraid of her at all. He knew that she could never pull the trigger.
"Oh damn you," she cried, turning and shoving the small gun into her pocket again.
She fled to the house and closed the door and leaned her head against the kitchen table,
crying. Later, when she went to look out the back window, the dog was gone.
Cynthia felt like she was in hell. She made herself a drink of water and whiskey and
drank it down. On an empty stomach, it almost made her sick, but she drank the next
one with milk and the alcohol began to spread through her blood. She felt her nerves
loosen up, her muscles relax. She took a third drink upstairs with her, and turned on
the shower.
Under the hot spray she cried and laughed and got drunker and drunker as she
scrubbed the sinful residue from her flesh. She douched three times, cleansing herself
until she knew that there was no trace of the beast on her. But even as she did it, she
wondered why. She felt nothing now. She was nub with booze and exhaustion. She put
on a fresh nighty, changed the sheets on her bed and went to sleep. She was still
sleeping when her mother returned at noon.


Chapter 8

It was three days before Cynthia even began to behave normally. She told her mother
she was sick and that seemed to be enough to allay suspicion. She found herself talking
when there was no one around. And at the oddest times, her cunt would begin to
throb. She dreamed of the big black dog. She dreamed of him doing almost everything
imaginable to her. And when she awoke, her cunt was always swollen and throbbing.
Her skin flushed, her mind spinning with guilt and I confusion.
"I should have shot him, she muttered sometimes. But Cynthia knew that even that
wouldn't have helped. She didn't hate the dog, not even after he'd raped her and
followed her home and seduced her. She didn't know what else she felt but it wasn't
hate.
It was on a Friday that she heard her mother talking to Joy's mother in the front room.
Their tones were hushed and worried, and when she appeared in the doorway, her aunt
looked embarrassed and ill at ease.
"I'm sure you won't mind leaving us alone, dear," her mother said. "We're discussing
something that doesn't concern you."
"Oh sure Mom, I didn't mean to intrude."
She made noise going out the back door but didn't really go. Sneaking back through
the kitchen she heard the low tones again, heard her aunt sobbing softly.
"I just don't know what to do with Joy, now," she sighed. "And when I try to get that
animal off by himself she knows what I intend to do. She just won't let me have him."
"You're certain that it's happened?" Cynthia's mother asked.
"I saw it, Mildred! I saw it with my own eyes." Cynthia's aunt started crying hard again.
When she stopped it took her a moment to pull herself together. "My daughter, my
very own daughter! She was in her bed without a stitch on. And that dog! That hateful
animal was..." Another rush of tears interrupted the narrative.
"Everything will be alright," Cynthia's mother said, "You can't let it get the best of
you."
"She won't even tell me how long it's been going on. And she swears that Cynthia
knew nothing about it."
Cynthia smiled. She knew that Joy would never snitch, but hearing it like this made her
want to help her cousin all the more. How could she?
"If my Cynthia had known," her mother said, "I'm sure she would have come to me."
"Oh, it was horrible."
"And you're positive you weren't mistaken. They could have been hugging you know."
Joy's mother whined again. "Oh, they were hugging all right. Joy's legs were wrapped
around that... that beast's back. And his thing was all the way inside her! I saw it! Oh, it
was so red and ugly!" Joy's mother began to cry again. "I think I'm going to lose my
mind."
Cynthia crept away and went into the back yard. She felt powerless to help Joy. Any
move on her part would make her look just as guilty. But wasn't she? At least she could
go over there that evening, as always. Maybe if she acted pure and clean, Joy's mother
would leave them alone together. Then she could try and figure out a way to help her
cousin – her friend.
Later, Cynthia could tell that her mother wanted to tell her about what had happened,
but couldn't quite bring herself to put something so shocking into words.
"Look Mom, I can tell that something's going on. Joy's had a fight with her mom or
something. But can't I go over there this evening like always? Maybe I could help."
"Oh I suppose. It's a pity, it's really a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
"The whole situation," her mother said, wringing her hands. "You wouldn't understand,
dear. You're too innocent."
It was late evening when she started out. She was just coming to the perimeter of the
park when a patrol car pulled up and an officer got out.
"We're watching the park pretty closely after dark now," the man said. "There've been
too many cases of assault, and we're trying to see if we can isolate this area for a while."
"I'm not afraid," she said, hoping that they couldn't see into her mind. For she was the
young girl whose panties they'd found. She was the one who'd been assaulted.
"Well, since it's not quite dark I guess you can go on through. We'll be around if you
see anybody suspicious."
Cynthia kept looking over her shoulder as she walked past the pavilion and near the
bushes where the dog had dragged her down and raped her. But that big, black animal
was nowhere in sight, not that she expected him to be waiting for her at this time of
day.
Joy was in her room with the door closed when Cynthia was let in by her mother.
"I wasn't going to work tonight," she told Cynthia. "But my boss called and said I'm
needed. I suppose your mother told you that Joy and I are having a little difficulty."
"Yes ma'am. I was hoping I could help."
"I wish I could tell you more," her aunt said, "but I just can't. All I ask is that you
promise to stay with your cousin at all times. Don't let her be alone in the same room
with..." She glanced towards the kitchen and cleared her throat nervously.
"Her pet is in the kitchen."
"Sammy?"
"Yes, and I want him to stay there. You'll promise to stay with Joy every minute until
I'm back?"
"Yes ma'am."
Cynthia tapped on her cousin's door when her aunt had left. Joy let her in. Her blind
eyes were red from crying. She was wearing tight jeans, and under the clinging denim
Cynthia could see the outline of a panty girdle.
"Look what she'd making me wear!" Joy said with anger. She had opened the zipper of
her jeans to show the elastic armor underneath. "It feels like a damned chastity belt."
"Oh, Joy..."
"You know what happened?"
"Yes."
"Then please go untie my dog and bring him in I here!"
"Joy, I promised..."
Joy grabbed her shoulders and squeezed so hard it hurt. "Just get me my dog. It's been
days since I've even touched him. I'll go crazy if you don't bring him in here!"
Cynthia didn't hesitate, then. She found Sammy in the kitchen. He looked as miserable
as his sex-starved mistress. She led him down the hall, and when he turned the corner
into Joy's room, he barked with excitement and jumped onto the bed. Joy was panting
hard, peeling her jeans off and tugging at the panty-girdle that covered her cunt and
hips.
"God in heaven I need this!" she moaned. "I don't even care if you watch me."
Cynthia knew she should go into the other room. But hadn't she promised her aunt
that she'd stay with Cynthia every second? Joy had stripped naked now and flung her
red hair behind her. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. She didn't seem blind, as she
heard the footpads of her adored pet and companion.
"If your mom ever finds out that I..."
"Nobody'll know," Joy blurted, opening her arms. The silvery shepherd leaped up onto
her, his haunches already pumping. Cynthia backed against the wall, her heart
pounding as her body responded to the sights, sounds and smells of the reunion.
Joy had her arms around the dog, kissing and nuzzling his fur. He was so frantic, so
glad to be with Joy again, that he couldn't get the red knob of his cock into her cunt.
"He got used to me just like I got used to him," Joy sighed, digging her fingers into his
hips. "Down boy... down here!"
Under the dog's belly, Cynthia saw her cousin's fingers curl tightly around the glossy
red prick-meat. She jacked Sammy a few times, and then tilted her hips up and guided
his swollen knob against her hole. There was a frantic yip or two as the animal realized
he was almost home. Then his haunches lurched convulsively, and Cynthia bit her
tongue as she saw four inches of his prick slide into Joy's dripping pussy.
The red-headed beauty lunged up and down, her asscheeks quivering. They shook every
time the dog slammed forward against her. Cynthia knew that the poor dog had missed
Joy, missed sliding is hot cock deep into her youthful cunt. And Joy's face had a glazed
ecstatic look. Her tongue pushed out of one corner of her mouth as she breathed hard
through flared nostrils. She spread her thighs as wide as they'd go, letting the slender
haunches of her dog frolic and jerk freely. Juice poured out of her cunt as the dog's
cock took up more room.
"Ohhhhhhh, I don't care if my mother hates me or not," the blind girl babbled. "For
this, I'd bear any shame. I'd take any condemnation she wants to give me."
Cynthia tried to look away, but the frenzied pumping of the dog's hips fascinated her.
She could remember all too well just how that big black dog had fucked her.
It wasn't going to take Joy long. Already she had that dizzy, far-out expression that
meant her cunt was tightening with rhythmic spasms around the thrusting shaft of her
dog's cock. The shepherd was all the way in. His body thumped hard against Joy's cunt
as he stabbed her deeply again and again. The squishy sucking sound of his knobbed
tip pulling back and going in made Cynthia mumble to herself.
"... dog cock... so red, so hot looking..."
She was fingering herself under her dress. She'd started doing it without thinking. Just
watching Joy get laid was enough to make her drip with lubrication. And she was
thinking the unthinkable again. She was thinking of having her hands on Sammy.
"I think I'm a mental case," she moaned to herself. And yet her cousin was enjoying
herself totally. She had given up all inhibitions, all feelings of guilt, or so it appeared.
"Doggy, ohhhh my sweet doggeeeee!" she squealed, her hips shifting wildly from side
to side as the dog lapped at her tits and fucked her in a violent frenzy, his rear moved
so fast that it was almost a blur.
Fluttery sensations went down Cynthia's belly. Her cunt was on fire, the juice seeping
down her legs, soaking her pantycrotch until it was plastered up between her cuntlips.
The dog that frolicked between her cousin's legs gave a final shudder and jammed his
cock-tip up against Joy's womb. Joy squealed again and looked as if she might lose
consciousness. But her curvy plush bottom hadn't stopped for a second. Cynthia
watched the twin swells of her cousin's ass bounce and dance on the mattress as she
squeezed the dog with her thighs. Inside, her muscular contractions were milking
Sammy's hard-on, pulling for the thick cum that he was about to give her. Cynthia
rubbed her tits with one hand while she dug against her pantycrotch with the other.
She felt as if she were about to lose control of herself.
"Ohh, ohhhhh!" Joy cried out, coming hard.
She flopped around so furiously that the dog's' hot cock popped free of her cunt. And
both of them were too excited to get it back in again. Cynthia was moving towards the
bed before she had time to think.
"Here boy, here. Sammy," she sighed, falling onto her knees on the floor. The dog
looked confused, but it was plain to see that his mistress was incapable of finishing him.
She was twitching in the afterglow of her climax, both hands clamped tightly over her
juicy cunt, her blind eyes pinched shut.
Sammy licked Cynthia's knees. She opened them and her skirt rose up around her
waist. She was too hungry for cock to bother with her panties. She just stretched the
skimpy band of nylon to one side, exposing her slurpy, smoldering cunt to the dog's
gaze. He saw the glossy crevice and came at her then, his rigid cock as big as Cynthia
had ever seen it.
The knob glided down her quivering cuntlips and sank into the hollow where her
muscled cunt throbbed. She lurched, and at the same time the dog drove forward. The
most delicious sensation shot through her. It was one of total penetration. And when
she felt with trembling fingers she knew that Sammy had skewered her to the hilt.
Deep, deep inside her that dog cock swelled.
"Nhhhaaaahhh," she babbled, jerking her blouse open and hugging the dog's furry
body against her tits.
He struggled, his cock squeezed by her buttery cunt. She dug her fingers into his
haunches, holding him in as her muscles contracted convulsively. But she wasn't as
guiltless as her blind cousin. Even as she humped her back down against the rug, even
as she enjoyed the dazzling pleasure that pounded through the dainty tissues of her
cunt, Cynthia was crying.
"What's happening to me? Why am I losing my willpower like this?' The dog gave a
half-growl, half-squeal and she felt his cock jerk. She was coming, too, her pussy
tingling with an itch so intense she thought she might scream. But she didn't want her
cousin to know what she'd done.
"Mhhhuuhhh," she sighed, trying to smother the hot cries of pleasure that threatened
to burst from her throat. "Ohhhhhh God...!"
She came. It was too intense, too sharp for her to keep quiet. And her slim ass thumped
against the carpet, her willowy body contorting as the strong dog between her thighs
sprayed his hot cum into her cunt.
"Cynthia?"
"Ohhhhh Joy... ohhhh forgive me!"
"... forgive?"
"Your dog... Sammy... ohhhhh Christ!"
Cynthia writhed, her arms tightly clinging to the lurching, climaxing animal. Her ass
rose and fell against the floor with a rhythmic thump, thump, thump, thump. And then
she felt a flood of dog cum dripping down the crack of her ass.
"He... jumped on me... he just started doing it... I couldn't... uhhhhh!" Another wave of
pure pleasure had shivered through her cunt.
Now her cousin was on the floor beside her. Her fingers slid along the dog's body until
she found that his cock was stuck deeply inside Cynthia's throbbing cunt. A smile
spread on Joy's face.
"We've really got a secret now, don't we?"
Cynthia let out a sigh and collapsed in exhaustion. A last tickle of pleasure made her
cunt squeeze and Sammy yipped as his raw prick was milked of its last dribble of cum.
Then he jerked his prick free and padded unsteadily to a corner of the room "I'd better
get you a towel," Joy said, feeling her way around the bed. But Cynthia was too
ashamed of herself to stay there. She felt more sullied than ever, now that her cousin
knew what had happened. She jumped up and tried to straighten her clothes. Dog cum
was drenching her pantycrotch as she made it to the door.
"I've got to have a drink," she gasped.
"Mother keeps some wine in the refrigerator," Joy said, her face worried. "You're not
mad 'cause I know what you did, are you Cynthia?"
But Cynthia was already running down the hall. She found the wine where Joy had told
her it would be. She tipped the bottle up, not bothering with a glass. As the alcohol
spread warmth through her blood, she began to laugh. She was still laughing, laughing
hysterically when Joy made it to the kitchen and put her arms around her shoulders.


Chapter 9

Cynthia continued to go to her cousin's apartment. And she continued to walk through
the park, even loitering around the place at night – when she could get past the roving
patrolmen who now guarded the area from suspicious interlopers.
Whenever she came near the pavilion and the north edge of the lake, she always slowed
down. Her mind was still full of confusion about the black dog who'd raped her twice.
But she was conscious of enough of her own emotions to realize that she was starting to
look for him. She was expecting him to jump out from behind a bush. She wondered
when she'd hear his heavy pads coming up behind her.
A week passed, and still she'd seen no sign of the animal. When the city police stopped
patrolling the area at night, Cynthia expected the dog to appear. But after three more
uneventful days she had a funny feeling in her guts that something had happened to
him.
At the same time she was yearning to see the dangerous animal again, her cousin was
going through the tortures of the damned. Joy's mother had gotten rid of Sammy
without telling her daughter, without so much as an explanation or warning.
Joy cried most of the time Cynthia was with her. She pulled off her clothes whenever
her mother was at work. She walked into things and cursed a lot. Her face was bruised
with her many collisions, and both her knees were scabbed.
"What'll I do?" she whimpered one night. "Sammy's gone."
"You'll just have to try and cope. You've got to go on living."
"He was the only friend I had, besides you," Joy bawled. "He made me feel like a
woman! A real woman."
"You couldn't keep doing what you were doing, Joy."
"You were doing it too, weren't you?" Joy snapped. "Didn't he make you feel desired?"
Cynthia got red in the face. She couldn't answer her cousin's pointed question. Because
now that she thought about it, she realized that a dumb brute had indeed made her feel
more feminine. But she couldn't begin to confess her other sin – the sin of having that
other dog between her young thighs – the black dog that had suddenly disappeared
from her life.
Two weeks had passed now, and though Cynthia continued to use the park, there was
not a sign of the beast that had taken her so brutally in the bushes, and later in her
bedroom. Though horrified when it had occurred, she found herself thinking I back on
it with a strange yearning. It was like a dream – a dream that made her cunt get slick
and her clit throb and swell.
"If I am crazy," she said to herself, "I sure can't tell anybody about it. Imagine a
psychiatrist hearing what that black dog did to me. He'd lock me up and throw away
the key."
Cynthia's mother noticed her absent-mindedness and commented on it, but Cynthia
just said she'd been feeling a little sickly. She tried to pretend that everything was
perfectly normal in her life. It wasn't easy.
She started looking in the paper to see if the black dog had been advertised for. Maybe
some family had taken him in and was running an ad for the real owner. Nothing
appeared in the lost and found. And by now Cynthia was experiencing a disquieting
withdrawal symptom. When her old boyfriend Ronny called her for a date, she turned
him down without a second thought. She masturbated two or three times a day, often
while on her hands and knees. She even made herself an artificial cock. When greased
up, it felt almost like a real cock – a dog cock. But it still wasn't enough.
When Cynthia finally found her black beauty it was almost by accident. She hadn't
considered the possibility that he might end up in the city dog pound. He seemed such
a proud, fearless animal, so self-sufficient and clever, that she guessed he'd never be
captured by some half-witted dog-catcher. But when she decided to check, just to be
sure, there was her big, black dog. Cynthia almost burst into tears when she saw him
behind the cyclone fence.
"Oh sure, you can take that one if you want," the man in charge told her. "Of course
you'll have to pay for his rabies shot and the neutering fee."
"Neutering fee?" Cynthia's heart almost stopped. She felt pale and sick. "You haven't...
done it, have you?" The man rubbed his unshaven chin and looked at her.
"Naw, not yet. We don't go to the trouble unless we know someone is going to take the
dog. Otherwise he'll end up as fertilizer."
"You see," she said, her voice trembling, "I don't want him neutered."
"State law, honey." The man's eyes covered her slim body quickly and returned to her
face. "Any reason you don't want him taken care of?"
"I... I plan to use him for stud."
The man laughed and spit and continued to undress her with his eyes.
"Now honey, you ain't gonna get no money using him for stud. He ain't purebred in
the first place. And in the second place he looks to me like he'd tear up any bitch he got
a hold of." The man's expression was beginning to irritate Cynthia.
"He's still a beautiful dog and I'd like to breed him with..."
"There ain't another dog like that in the county," the man said. "Maybe not even in the
whole state. He's probably a vicious bastard too. You'd best let us get rid of his sex
drive, honey, or you'll have more on your hands than you figured."
Again the man's eyes sparkled with insinuation. Cynthia felt like slapping his face. If
only the idiot knew! If only he knew what that beautiful black dog had done to her,
he'd probably shoot him on the spot.
Cynthia smothered her anger and smiled sweetly at the pound manager.
"I really wish there was a way I could have him as he is now. You said it was a state law
that he had to be neutered?"
The man scratched his head. "Well, laws are made to be broken, sometimes. 'Course,
I'd be taking a risk. I'd expect to be reimbursed for it."
"How much," Cynthia blurted. Her heart was thumping hard. She was so close to
having him now, so close.
"Fifty bucks. That's fair enough if you ask me."
"Fifty dollars! How am I going to come up with fifty dollars?" The man turned away
from her.
"Fifty dollars, take him or leave him. Tomorrow morning he's gonna be gassed if you
can't cut it. Or I'll neuter him and you can pick him up next week."
"No! No, I'll be back tomorrow morning. Just don't hurt him. Don't touch him at all."
The manager's attention had been drawn to the black dog. He was laughing again,
laughing wickedly. "Would you look at that sonofabitch! He sure seems to know you,
don't he?" When Cynthia glanced over her face got red. Her black beauty had an
enormous erection. The red cock-knob pulsed huge, and his juices glistened as more of
that feverish shaft slid from its sheath.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning," she said as she hurried away. The manager was still
staring at the dog's cock. She prayed that he didn't suspect. She had to free that animal,
had to have him for her very own. Her emotions were still in a terrible tangle, but the
guilt she felt was nothing compared to her desire. She could guess what her mother's
reaction was going to be.
"Of course you can't have a dog!"
"But Mother, I could pay you back. And we need protection around the house. He'd
keep burglars away – and salesman too. Oh, Mother, please?"
"Cynthia, I do not think you realize why I'm refusing you. Hasn't your cousin said
anything to you about why her mother got rid of Sammy?"
"No." Cynthia made her face as innocent as she could.
"You don't know what happened? What her mother caught her doing?"
"What did happen? Everybody's acting like there's some big secret." Her mother paced
the floor, a worried look on her face. Cynthia made herself wait.
"Dogs frighten me," her mother finally said. "And you say he's such a big one."
"He's very gentle, really he is. I won't let him be any trouble."
"It's against my better judgment, but I'll see how it works out."
Cynthia almost peed her pants with happiness. The following morning, she was waiting
for the man at the pound with the money. She'd promised her mother she'd pay back
every cent. When the black dog was let out of his cage, he nuzzled Cynthia's knees. She
blushed as she attached a leash to him and urged him to follow her.
"Oh, I don't think you'll have to tell him to come with you," the man laughed. "I think
that dog knows he's in dog heaven now." Cynthia ignored the man's crude remarks.
Under the black dog's belly his red cock swayed – his big balls hung heavy.
Cynthia waited a whole day before she allowed herself any show of passion. At last, her
mother had left the house on a morning-long shopping trip. At last, she was alone with
her dog. She called him Hunter. Everytime she spoke his name she remembered how
he'd tracked her through the park and fucked her, so confidently.
Now, with her heart leaping in her chest, she walked barefoot to the back door and
called. Hunter padded happily into the kitchen and nosed curiously under her long
gown.
"Come, Hunter darling, come to my room."
Cynthia didn't make it that far. As she was going up the steps, her beautiful black dog
began to lick the backs of her thighs, and then her firm buttocks. She couldn't make
him stop, and she was growing weaker by the second. At last she sank down on her
hands and knees with three steps still to go.
Hunter's tongue curved slickly against her young cuntal mound. The heated crevice
opened, and she gave a whimper of lust as her clit was swathed with the animal's hot
spit.
"Please wait darling," she babbled, crawling the last few steps to the hall landing. But
she didn't make it to her room. There on the carpet in front of her door, Hunter
mounted her. His cock thumped one asscheek and she felt back between her thighs,
reaching for him trying to show him where to put it. She'd forgotten how good a lover
the dog was.
His second lunge forced the swollen knob of his prick hard against her muscled cunt.
With a squishy sound of hot sex, he penetrated her cunt. Another lunge speared four
inches of dog cock into her pussy. She wiggled furiously, her clit pulsing, her nostrils
flared with lust.
"Ohhh, uhhhhh baby! Ohhhhh yesss! I've I waited so long!"
But her fantastic black lover had waited too long I for her. And now that they were
together again, now that her smooth white back squirmed against his furry chest,
Hunter could contain himself no longer.
Pumping violently, his cock slipped from her hungry cunt and flopped up against her
bottom. She felt the hot, quick spurts leaping out across her back. The poor dog
whimpered and ground his throbbing prick against her cummy skin, unable to find that
feverish opening into her cunt again.
"Oh, you poor thing," Cynthia sighed, rolling her new pet onto his back. She grabbed
his spurting cock and finished him with rhythmic, I squeezing jerks. Hunter pawed the
air and his tongue lolled out of his mouth.
"Does that feel good, sweet baby? Is Cynthia doing it right?"
It seemed she was. Hunter hunched rapidly, his raw prick sliding in and out of the
circle of her fingers, his balls bouncing heavily against her wrist. Cynthia petted and
cooed to him, and continued to jack him off until at last only a dribble leaked from his
cock-tip. The streaks of white jism glistened on his fur. She helped him up and took
him to her bathroom to clean him off.
"I guess even a dog can have a premature ejaculation," she sighed. But her pussy was
tingling and swollen for action. She wondered how long she could wait. She led Hunter
to her bed, made him jump up and then skinned off her nightgown.
"It doesn't look very stiff," she said, squeezing his sheath. Only an inch or two of cock
extended from the furry covering. But as she squeezed and excited the animal, his prick
extended enough for her to see his cockhead.
Strange thoughts hurried through Cynthia's head. She could see her reflection in the
mirror. She and the dog were close together on the bed, her fingers working at his half
hard prick. She knew that she'd lost all pretensions of normality. She had tried to be
strong and had failed. Now she was a dog-fucker. And she really didn't give a damn.
"Ohhh, why won't it get hard?" she whimpered. "Here, smell me, darling. Won't that
get you going again?"
But when the big black animal snuffled against her pussy, his prick still wouldn't stiffen.
The strange idea kept returning. Cynthia gazed down at that spongy knob that pulsed
so strongly against her forefinger. Then she ran her tongue across her lips.
"I've gone this far," she mumbled under her breath. "I guess I can go a little farther."
Her lips trembled as she lowered her head. The dog didn't know what she meant to do,
but he seemed interested. And when at last she got the courage to move the last inch,
when her bottom lip slid slickly under that blood-heated knob, Hunter rumbled happily
and his haunches jerked.
"Ohhh, god it's hot," she moaned, her lips moving against the glistening thing. Her
tongue flicked out experimentally, and when the dog whined, she did it again. He
tasted clean and his smell was pure sex. She pursed her mouth into a soft, spit-glossed
O and lowered it over the growing shape of his cockhead. The dog came alive, his hips
lurching, his back paws digging at the air.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed, her mind doing flip-flops at the realization of what she was
actually doing. She was going down on a dog. She was giving head. She was sucking
Hunter's prick!
Her fingers petted his hot balls. The dog became more aroused. He was pumping now,
sliding his cock in and out of the wet clasp of her lips. His tongue flopped out as he
panted faster.
"Yhhuummmmmm," she moaned through her nose, her tongue learning how to move
now, how to curve up under that hot and slippery shaft. Her pet was growing a good
one now. She could feel his cock sliding out of his sheath, growing much longer. And
that cockhead! It was puffing up like a balloon. She let her tongue do teasing circles
around it. Hunter moved his haunches in a frenzy. The sound of his cock fucking her
mouth made Cynthia whimper weakly.
With his knobbed tip firmly inside, she jacked his shaft with her right hand. The dog
was responding quickly to this added excitement, and Cynthia felt the hunger inside
her. She was dying to have him, for him to have her.
She popped her lips free of his rigid cock and rolled onto her back, her naked legs
kicking high into the air.
"Fuck me, Hunter! Fuck me now, darling, now!"
The huge black dog was on her in a flash. He didn't miss this time, his knobbed cock
opening her lips, opening her young cunt. She threw her head back and her eyes rolled.
His cock penetrated her with a wet sound, and she curled her fingers in the thick fur of
his neck.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh God damn!"
The buttery juices flooded from her cunt. Her movements were convulsive, the
ravenous movements of total horniness for the animal she loved. As the pleasure raged
inside her, Cynthia squirmed her slender body on the bed under her big dog. His cock
jabbed and ravished her. Her cunt squeezed and pulled at his throbbing prick. Aching
pleasure went over her flesh in waves, as the dog's tongue sucked at her tits. He hugged
her with his paws, slammed her with his balls. It was incredible! It was the most
bewitching thing she'd ever experienced.
"My big black doggeeee!" she squealed, her inner lips slurping everytime that stiff
feverish thing went into her. And when Hunter held himself deep inside her, she
learned how to move her belly, sucking it in so that her velvety slick cunt would smear
the tip of his cock with her juices. The dog yipped with pleasure, held her neck firmly
in his jaws.
And then, remembering how it had been in the park, Cynthia came. She carne,
screaming, her cunt tightening down on Hunter's hot cock until the lurching, fucking
animal quivered and his knobbed cockhead locked against his mistress' womb. Cynthia
kissed him. She could feel the thick cum bubbling hotly inside her.
"Come Hunter... ohhhh come baby, come, come, come!"


THE END
