ERICA'S DOG HUNGER
By John Kellerman


Chapter 1

"Come on Erica," Clare called.
Through the trees, Erica could see her friend's nightgown wafting in the wind. Her
long, white legs flashed and her tits bounced as she darted behind another tree and
frowned back towards Erica, who hunkered behind a bush.
"You sure they won't know we're out here?"
"Phil keeps the dog inside. At least at night." Clare frowned again and waved Erica
closer.
Erica came up beside her and peered wide-eyed through the leaves at the single square
of light that was the groundkeeper's bedroom window. She was already in a state of
intense sexual arousal from having talked for hours about boys and cocks, and what it
must be like to get fucked. Erica could feel the dampness of her pantycrotch and the
tingling glow around her tits. If her mother ever suspected that Clare was such a
devilish and wild girl, she would never have let Erica spend the night at Clare's. But
Erica hadn't told about Clare's trouble at school – how she'd almost been suspended
for carrying a half-pint of vodka in her purse, or how she smoked cigarettes between
classes when she could get away with it.
"Isn't this fun?" the dark-haired Clare hissed. "I feel like putting my finger inside my
cunt again."
Erica had watched her friend do that until she'd felt the desire to do it to herself. Her
mother, though, had always told her that the body was taboo, that a nice girl certainly
didn't put a finger inside herself. Besides, Erica was a virgin. One or two times, she'd
searched her young, pink crevice and found no trace of an entrance into the hotter,
more secret depths of her body.
"I'll bet Phil's got his girlfriend in there," Clare whispered, long fingers cupping her tit.
"I'm not sure we should be out here," Erica hissed.
"Of course we shouldn't be out here," Clare laughed. "That's what makes it so much
fun." She trembled as the breeze blew black hair across her face. "Ohhh, I can hardly
stand it! I just know Phil is sliding it to her right now!"
"You'd better be quieter."
A shadow moved across the window and Clare bent down and hurried the last few
yards. Erica, her cuntlips squishing together as she followed, came up beside her again.
Clare wrinkled her nose. Long and thin, her nose was exquisitely shaped like the rest of
her body. She had the figure of a fashion model, and the dark, flashing eyes of a
temptress.
"You want to look first?"
Erica bit her lip. "I... I don't know."
"Oh, let's both look together!" Clare's painted nails dug excitedly into Erica's arm as
they slowly edged their heads up over the sill.
The first realization of what was going on made Erica's knees feel weak. She blinked
and almost turned away, but when she noticed that Clare was staring wide-eyed, her
mouth parted sensuously, Erica forced herself to focus on the spectacle inside.
The groundkeeper, whose name was Phil, was a big, young man with a wild thatch of
brown hair and bulging muscles. Erica could only see the back of him at first, since the
man was bent down between the widely spread legs of a thin, redheaded girl on the
bed. Phil was eating her cunt, and the sounds of his feast were so incredibly erotic that
Erica unconsciously slid a hand down the front of her gown.
"... God," was all she could muster.
"Just imagine what that must feel like!" Clare gasped. The slurpy sound that came to
Erica's ears told her that her friend had just inserted a finger into her cunt. Now she
could hear soft panting as Clare rhythmically rubbed the swollen flesh as she watched
her father's groundkeeper rub his chin up and down his girlfriend's dripping pussy.
"Honey... ohhhhh Phil," the redhead moaned, flipping her head from side to side.
When Phil pulled back his mouth from her cunt, Erica saw the swollen inner lips. They
were pumped up with blood, and stood out firmly like petals of a strange, hot flower.
The girl's clit was tumid too, fully erect from the friction of Phil's tongue. It was dark
and taut-looking, and when Phil licked his finger and rubbed the sensitive nub, the girl
hunched her hips eagerly.
"Oh wow!" Clare said, wetting her lips. "If a boy did that to me, I think I'd piss the
bed!"
"Maybe we'd better go back to your bedroom now," Erica said weakly.
"Are you kidding?" Clare dug her nails harder into Erica's arm. "He hasn't even dorked
her yet. Look..."
Erica rubbed her tummy, her fingers sliding dangerously close to her cunt. Through the
silky gown, she could feel her heated flesh. She cupped three fingers under the sparsely
furred curve of her pussylips and pressed up and in. The juices of her excited cunt wet
the nylon of her gown, and she moaned under her breath. "Shouldn't touch," she
gasped, not loud enough for Clare to hear.
Clare wouldn't have heard anyhow. She'd pushed her hand under her nighty and was
plowing frantically in her slippery, smoldering folds. Erica could smell the musky scent
of youthful cunt juice rising in the night air. She looked in the window again.
Phil had gotten onto his knees and pulled his girlfriend up so that her mouth was only
inches away from the head of his cock. For the first time, Erica saw the shape and size
of his prick, which looked huge, the head pulsing with a dark blue color as the
redheaded girl closed her fingers around the shaft. Erica had seen a movement in the
room and turned to see a huge black dog jump onto the bed behind the panting couple.
"My God," Clare murmured, swallowing hard.
Erica was speechless, because the dog had an erection too. The cock that slid from the
furry sheath was every bit as big as the one that bobbed between Phil's thighs. The
black dog licked the redheaded girl's back and shoulder. She smiled and half-turned to
let him lick her face.
It was plain that Clare was just as shocked and surprised as Erica. They exchanged
embarrassed glances and turned to the window again. The black dog had put his paw
on the girl's shoulder now, and his cock seemed to be thrusting towards her skinny
back.
"Okay," Phil said, and then Erica couldn't hear the rest of what he said. There was
murmuring and laughter, then the redhead dropped to her hands and knees. Phil was
on his back in front of her, his cock jutting up through the girl's fingers, jumping
towards her mouth.
But it was what the dog was doing that drew Erica's attention. She had stopped
breathing when she saw the animal's haunches jerk forward. His cock was red, slender
and glossy with hot juice. At the tip, his cock was shaped differently than Phil's. It was
more sharply barbed, and the knob swelled out more too. It was the strangest, scariest
thing Erica had ever seen in her life, but she couldn't take her eyes off of it, especially
when the dog moved again and the slick-looking tip brushed the redhead's cunt.
"He's really ready," the girl sighed, licking her lips and looking down at the mushroom
of Phil's cock that she held with both hands.
"Suck, honey," Phil whispered. "I like to feel your lips around me when he puts it to
you. You always bite a little..."
"Ohh Phil, you're perverted..."
"So are you..."
Erica was dizzy. She turned away from the window and knelt on the grass, her hand
pressed against the bricks of the house to steady herself. She couldn't bear to watch any
longer.
She never should have come with Clare in the first place. Maybe she shouldn't have
agreed to spend the night too. She was all mixed up inside. But squatting there in her
nightgown, she could feel her young cuntlips open out against her panties. The hot
flesh throbbed with excitement against the sheer nylon barrier. Unable to control
herself, Erica dragged a fingertip across the taut bulge and felt the slippery juice wet her
knuckle. She rubbed again, weakening as the thrilling surges of electric pleasure went
through her. She gazed up to look at the eager face of her dark-haired friend, her
fingers hooked over the window sill, her tongue lightly touching her upper lip. Beside
her in the grass, Clare's long feet were pointed as she stretched on tiptoes to see better.
From inside the room, Erica heard the dog's yipping, then there was a groan from the
redheaded girl's throat. Phil moaned too, and as Clare continued to dig at the heated
plumpness of her young pussy, a trickle of glossy juice slid down the inside of her leg,
the droplet forming at one ankle. Erica sighed and pushed herself up to look again.
The look on the redhead's face was indescribable. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth
firmly squeezed into a perfect O with Phil's big cock inside. Behind her, mounting her,
the black retriever was jerking his hips forward and back. Erica saw the red shaft for an
instant and then didn't see it anymore. It was being speared deep into the girl's cunt!
The sound of the barb forcing her lips apart made Erica's own cunt ooze with
lubrication. She couldn't keep from digging a fingertip under the elastic band of her
panties and petting her cuntlips open. As she brushed her clit, her back arched and she
bucked her hips in an instinctive forward and back movement. The movement made
her feel gloriously happy. Her eyes felt so heavy, and her tongue lolled out of her
mouth.
"Ohhhh, baby," Phil groaned, holding his girlfriend's head between both hands as she
raised and lowered her mouth over his throbbing erection. Her spit leaked down to
make bright jewels of wetness in his cockhair. The dog lurched and yipped, his
powerful haunches driving that hot cock deeper into the redheaded girl's cunt.
With a whimper, Erica realized what she was doing. Her fingers, for she was using two
of them now, were drenched with her own cunt juice. Her tits were glowing with a
strange and disturbing tingle. Her tummy heaved under the loose drape of her
nightgown, and her bare feet itched where the grass dug into them, her toes spread
with the sensuality of the moment.
"No," she babbled, turning away from the window. She limped weakly across the lawn.
She had to stop to lean on every tree she came to. It was so far back to the house, so
damned far, but she made it to the back entrance and clung to the doorknob for a
moment before letting herself in.
The sumptuous house was quiet, the deep rugs muffling even her panting breath. Erica
caught a glimpse of herself in a big mirror near the bottom of the stairs. Her blonde
hair was draped in waves across her flushed cheeks. Her eyes seemed abnormally
bright, her mouth full and shiny where her tongue kept flicking out.
"Gotta get upstairs," she mumbled, grabbing the banister with both hands. Her cunt
seemed to have caught on fire. Every movement rubbed the soft, velveteen surfaces
together, and between that tender sandwich of adolescent cuntflesh, her clit rose to be
petted.
At the top of the stairs, she turned down the hall. Clare had left her door open as
they'd slipped out, so Erica headed towards the shaft of light. Once inside, she closed
the door behind her and threw herself onto one of the twin beds that was hers for the
night.
"Ohhhh... ohhhh, what's happened to me?" Hiking her gown up, Erica hooked her
thumbs in the elastic of her panties and wiggled them down. She'd known sexual
excitement before, but the way her cunt felt now frightened her. As she looked down at
the blonde fluff that fringed her plump cuntlips, her heart began to pound harder.
During the past few years, Erica had noticed the subtle changes in her body. Her tits
had grown the fastest, filling out and rounding off until they now hung heavy and
proud on her chest, her nipples as big as the tip of her little finger. Then her cunt had
become plumper too. As blonde down turned to kinky curls, her lips felt heavier,
moister, fleshier.
But the way her cunt looked now made Erica wonder if something was wrong with her.
The inner surfaces had gotten so plumped up with blood that they'd swollen out,
exposing the folds that usually lay hidden. There were all sorts of little wrinkles, petals
and bumps, and the darkly hued tissue was glistening with juice. Erica put a finger on
each side of her cuntlips and pulled back slightly. Even her cherry was swollen, a bright
red lump of inviting cuntflesh. A thrill made her tremble as she imagined what a boy
might think of the way she now appeared.
"Maybe I'd better put some cold water on it," she gasped, starting to get up and go to
the bathroom. But she didn't leave the bed. Instead, she continued to stare at the
slippery-looking wound caused by her excitement. Then she inserted a forefinger into
her mouth, sucked it wet and touched the bead of her clit. The lump throbbed upwards
as if begging for more friction. Hating herself for being so weak, Erica teased it with a
slow, circular motion.
In her mind, she was playing the movie of Phil and his redheaded girlfriend. She could
see the girl slurping up and down over the groundkeeper's big cock. She could see that
black dog humping and panting, his huge paws hooked over the front of the thin girl's
shoulders. Surely it hadn't really happened! It was so fantastic that Erica wouldn't have
dreamed of such a thing in a million years.
"But it did happen... it's still happening!" She rubbed her clit again, and a surge of
pleasure made her sharply pull her belly in under her ribs.
A sound in the hall made her jerk her fingers away, and pull down her gown. She
looked up at Clare as the black-haired beauty swept into the room. Her eyes were still
bright with the thrill of what the two of them had witnessed. Clare sat down next to
Erica and grinned with mischief.
"They came," she blurted. "Both of them!"
"You mean..."
Clare nodded, biting her bottom lip as she took a slow breath. "Yeah. It was all over the
place. I just about came unglued myself." She giggled. "In fact, I brought myself off at
just about the same time." Clare lifted her nighty enough to show the swollen state of
her dark-thatched pussy. "I'm a mess!"
"Me too," Erica admitted, blushing. "Sorry I had to leave. I just couldn't stay and
watch..."
Clare didn't seem to be interested in Erica's reasons for leaving. It was plain to see that
her mind was still back in that bedroom with her father's groundskeeper and his
girlfriend.
"I'd heard about that sort of thing, but I never thought I'd ever see it happen." Clare
swallowed hard. "It must have felt really far out to feel that furry thing rubbing so close
to her cunt. And his paws always hugging her..."
"I'd rather not think about it." Erica closed her eyes and immediately saw that
humping, fucking dog. She saw his cock, shiny with the redhead's juices. She saw his
tongue wetting the girl's back, and she saw Phil's big cock being sucked as his
girlfriend's saliva dribbled down it in hot rivulets.
"I'm still so horny I'm about to freak out," Clare sighed, hugging her tits. They were
smaller than Erica's, but perfectly rounded and riding high and firm on her friend's
chest. Clare's nipples were large, dark and sensual-looking through the transparent
gown.
"I'm seventeen," Clare went on, "and I still don't know what it feels like to fuck a guy."
This admission surprised Erica. With her friend's display of sophistication, she'd
assumed that Clare had gone all the way at least once. In fact, Clare had even led her to
believe that she had indeed spread for her cousin one time when she was only fourteen.
"I thought..."
"I know," Clare said, looking guilty. "I've always come on like I know what I'm talking
about. But I'm only guessing, just like you."
"Who says I care anything about doing that sort of thing with a guy?"
Clare narrowed her eyes. "Oh come on, you're as hot as I am. I can smell you under
your gown."
Erica blushed furiously. "Maybe," she mumbled, and shut up.
There was a moment of awkward silence, then Clare jumped up. "I'm gonna do
something about it."
Erica watched the lithe beauty hurry to her dresser and dig in the depths of a drawer.
When she drew her hand out, Erica's eyes went wide at what her friend had grasped in
her long, thin fingers.
"What's that?"
"What does it look like?"
"Like... like a..." Erica couldn't quite make the word form in her mouth.
"Cock," Clare finished for her. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"Where'd you get it?" Clare had sat down next to her again and was holding the pink
rubber thing out to Erica, who drew her hand back.
"Oh go on, it won't come in your palm or anything," Clare laughed.
Erica took it, curling her fingers around the shaft like her friend had done. The surface
was amazingly lifelike, with veins and bumps cleverly simulated along the whole length.
When Erica pressed a fingernail into the flared head, she found that it gave slightly
before she felt the firmness underneath.
"I stole it from my aunt," Clare admitted. "Last summer."
Erica could only stare at her. The things she found out about her new friend never
ceased to amaze her. She squeezed behind the head of the artificial cock, wondering if
Phil's big prick was similar in firmness and texture. Her body thrilled at the titillating
thought. She was also wondering exactly what Clare's aunt did with this fantastic
device.
Clare didn't let her wonder for long. "I hid in Aunt Mary's closet one day while she
used it on herself."
"Really?"
"No kidding. And after I saw that, I just had to have it." Clare took the cock out of
Erica's hand and pressed the knobbed head against her cheek. "It's not real, but it's
better than nothing."
"You mean you..." Erica blushed again, unable to finish her sentence.
"You can watch if you want."
"I don't think I should, and anyhow I don't really want to, I..."
"Aw, come on, we're best friends now, aren't we?"
To be considered Clare Thompson's best friend was an honor indeed, and Erica smiled
back. She didn't want Clare to think she was some out-of-it dud who wouldn't take
chances. Anyhow, it was too late because Clare had flopped onto her back on the bed,
and, in the subdued light from her night lamp, was pulling her gown up under her tits.
"You know," she began, "it was the dog that really got me excited. It was far out to
watch that chick suck on Phil's cock too, but that dog!"
Erica couldn't admit that the part about the dog seemed horribly perverted to her. She
even felt wicked for having watched it, and yet the wicked feeling made her cunt bloom
and throb.
"Yeah," Clare continued, "that dog had the reddest, wildest-looking prick, didn't he?"
"I guess so."
"Oh," Clare giggled knowingly, "I'll bet you were hot to do what Phil's girl was doing
to him."
"I was NOT!" But her overreaction to Clare's insinuation made Erica feel foolish. She
lowered her eyes when her friend's gaze burned into her.
When she looked up again, Clare was staring at the ceiling, her expression one of dazed
enjoyment. She was holding her outer lips apart with the fingers of one hand while she
gently inserted the head of the artificial cock into the slippery opening. There was a
slurpy, sucking sound, and Erica saw the barbed tip disappear. A shudder went through
her.
Erica tried to busy herself with slipping into her own bed and getting the covers
straight, but she soon found herself watching with hot excitement as her friend
squirmed around on the bed and continued to skewer herself with that rigid phallus.
"Uhhhhhhh," Clare babbled, saliva flecking her lips. With both hands, she moved the
dildo in and out – an inch in, an inch out. The cock went in and out, in and out until
the slick sounds made a rhythmic, erotic pattern in the room.
Erica felt her cunt seeping. It ached to be touched, ached badly.
"You know what I'm thinking?" Clare moaned. Not waiting for Erica's answer, she
went on, her words sliding together in a sexy murmur of pants and groans. "That dog,
that big dog with his hot cock inside me! God, that turned me on something awful!
Ohhhh shit, I'll bet he was really making that redhead flip. She was wriggling around
like she was in heaven! You should have stayed and watched, Erica, no kidding!"
Between Clare's thighs, the slurpy sounds grew more frenzied. Erica could see the shaft
of the fake cock shining from her friend's juices. The glossy coating reached far back on
the rubber cock now. Erica guessed Clare was spearing at least six inches of it into her
body, maybe more. When it was deep, Clare held it there and bucked her ass up and
down. She now held the base of the rubber prick daintily between the thumbs and
fingers on both hands, easing it out of her clasping pussy until only the barbed part
clung inside the circle of muscles that formed the opening to her feverish cunt.
"Uhhh, that feels so good!" Her ass made slow, sensual movements as she squeezed
down against the phallus. With a sudden thrust, she forced it deep again. Her eyes
fluttered as she dug her heels into the mattress and panted wildly.
"It doesn't hurt?" Erica asked, finding courage at last to ask the question that had
haunted her for years.
"Hurt? Oh God, no! It makes me want to scream, it feels so good."
"My mother told me it was painful, that a girl only put up with it for her husband's
sake..."
"You never really believed that, did you?"
"No," Erica had to admit, "not really."
"Imagine," Clare babbled, licking her lips in a lascivious manner, "imagine getting it
from a dog like that."
"It makes me sick to think of it," It didn't really, but Erica thought it should. She stared
with envious wonder as her friend turned over on the bed and rose to her hands and
knees, the rubber cock still stabbed firmly into her young cunt. With her head on the
pillow and her ass pushed into the air, Clare reached between her thighs to work the
dildo in and out of her pussy.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh FUCK! It really feels tight this way! That's why Phil's girl was flipping
out..."
Erica wished Clare had never started talking about sex that night. She wished she
hadn't peeked into the groundskeeper's window, hadn't seen the redheaded girl sucking
his cock. And more than anything, she wished she'd never seen that big black dog stab
his cock into the girl's cunt, like Clare was pretending to be doing now.
"Doggy," Clare groaned, her back arching, then humping high into the air as she
penetrated herself again and again with the dripping rubber cock.
Erica tried not to watch. That didn't work very long though. Soon she was staring
harder than ever, amazed and excited by her girlfriend's wild cavorting. The juice was
leaking down the inside of both of Clare's thighs, and a glistening sheen completely
covered her cuntlips. The in-and-out thrusting of the cock she held made noises that
were incredibly naughty – sucking, slurping noises that had Erica's hips plunging
under the privacy of her covers. It was all she could do to resist fingering herself. Her
hot little pussy had swollen up so much that most of it bulged out around the edges of
her pantycrotch. That soaked band of nylon had twisted into a wet cord and pulled up
into her slit so that it rubbed her clit whenever she made the slightest movement.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!" Clare gasped, totally lost in the shivering throes of pleasure that
the rubber cock was giving her. She pumped and wiggled, her ass still high in the air,
knees bent, toes pointed gracefully.
For and instant, Erica could almost see the big dog taking her as it had taken the
redheaded girl. She cold almost see that black-furred beast humping with animal fury
against the white-skinned Clare. It was an awful thing to imagine, and yet the image
made Erica's clit pulse with radiant thrills.
"Gonna come... ohhhh God, it's so good! Ohhhh FUCK!" Clare twitched, her muscles
jerking uncontrollably as if she were having a fit. Holding the cock deep again, she
made quick circular movements with her ass like she wanted to screw that thing all the
way into her belly. Erica grabbed her cunt and rubbed a finger into her slit. Her tangled
panties got in the way, and she stretched them to one side to get to her clit.
With gasps that came one behind the other, Clare reached her climax. Erica could
almost feel her friend's twisting, pounding agony – an agony of pleasure that Erica had
never really attained.
"Ohhh... cock... dog!"
Erica rubbed herself, closing her thighs tightly together to increase the friction as her
friend wallowed and moaned in the turbulent storm of hot sex. Erica recalled the time
as a child when she'd run water on her cunt while taking a bath. The guilt she'd felt
had far overshadowed the pleasure, but two years later she'd once again felt the enticing
surges when she'd leaned against a corner of her mother's washing machine. The
rhythmic sloshing movements had brought her to the edge of a kind of pleasure that
frightened her. She knew it was the same sort of thrill her mother had always warned
her against, and just seconds before her joy bubbled over, Erica had pulled away and
busied herself with something else, but she hadn't forgotten.
And now, at sixteen, she felt she needed to know that tickling, maddening pleasure. She
needed to know it like her friend Clare was finding it. Her finger teased her clit again...
again. Clare was growling now, her tongue half out of her mouth as she shoved that
cock in and out of her firm pussy as fast as she could.
"Ahhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh God damn it!"
Clare pulled the cock from her cunt and flopped onto her side. She looked like some
ravished sex goddess with her gown drawn up under her tits, the lower part of her body
totally nude. Her long white legs were folded one upon the other, and her flat belly
heaved with her thrilling exertion. Cunt juice made shiny drips on her flesh.
Erica stared at the rubber cock that lay a few inches from Clare's fingers. It still
glistened with cunt juice, and now it seemed even larger than before. Clare let out a
satisfied sigh and her breathing slowed. Another few minutes passed as Erica petted her
swollen cunt with frustrated guilt and passion. By now Clare had begun to snore softly,
girlishly.
"I shouldn't," Erica said under her breath. Her eyes were glued to that rubber phallus.
"I can't, I just can't do it." But she couldn't look away from that strangely shaped
device.
Without really thinking about it, Erica felt her bare feet touch the rug. She was walking,
not wanting to, but walking just the same. Her fingers closed around the cunt-warmed
rubber cock, and she looked closely at Clare's sleeping profile. She would die with
shame if her friend suspected that she was taking that wicked, perverted thing back to
her own bed.
Once under the covers again, Erica felt that God must be looking down at her. Though
her mother had never stressed religion all that much, she'd found it convenient to use
God as a threat for wrongdoing. And Erica felt terribly, horribly wrong, yet she longed
to feel the rightness of that cock against her own, hungry flesh.
"Forgive me," she murmured, panting fast, her fingers tightening on the prick and then
slipping under the covers, dragging the damp knob of the dildo across her naked belly.


Chapter 2

"Hi Erica," Clare called from the entrance to the snack bar.
Erica waved and walked along beside her black-haired friend, out through the doors
and into the bright sun. The campus was crowded since the bell had rung to end the
school day, but they found a corner by the school gym and sat in the grass under a tree.
Clare seemed so innocent that Erica wondered if the events of last week were merely
figments of her imagination. But the next moment, Clare's dark eyes glinted and she
did something to one comer of her mouth that hinted of unspoken secrets and enticing
suggestions. Clare's face broke out into a leering smile.
"Bobby Baxter asked me out for the weekend," she said.
"That's neat."
"I'm not going," Clare laughed. "I already told him."
"Not going?"
"You're coming out to spend the night again, "remember?"
"I wouldn't expect you to call off a date just because of that."
"I can't stand Bobby Bee," Clare said making a mocking singsong of the opinion. "He's
all hands and no mind. Betty Mathers said he was just one big pain in the ass."
Erica couldn't think of a reply to this, so she said nothing. She felt Clare's eyes on her
again, curious eyes.
"Anyway, I'll bet you're getting horny for that little rubber friend of mine, aren't you?"
Erica felt her ears getting hot. Surely Clare didn't know anything about THAT. But
Clare's expression told that she knew a lot more than she'd said. Erica tried to make a
comeback, but the words caught in her throat. Hadn't she carefully returned the rubber
cock to the exact same spot when she'd finished with it? She'd even made certain to
wipe the trace of blood from the tip – the blood that had seeped from her maidenhead
when she'd accidentally pushed too hard during the thrashing fury of her climax. But
somehow, Clare knew!
"Hey, don't look so guilty. I'm not your mother, you know," Clare offered.
Erica gave a nervous laugh. Clare put an arm around her shoulders, and she felt
immediately better. At last she managed to meet her friend's eyes.
"You watched me that night?"
"Couldn't help it," Clare admitted, lifting her shoulders and dropping them again. "I
played possum while you took that thing. 'Course, I couldn't tell what you were doing
under the covers, not exactly anyway. But I'm a good guesser." Clare tilted her head
and gave Erica a long look. "Still a virgin?"
Erica nodded, looking at her hands to avoid Clare's eyes. "I think I tore myself a little
though. It felt so darned good, and I was squirming around something awful and then I
felt this little sting. There was a smear of blood on the tip of the rubber cock when I
looked at it."
Clare was grinning when Erica met her gaze. "Little Miss Innocent almost busted her
cherry! Well, I did that to mine and was lots happier when the damned nuisance was
gone. Now if I could just find something besides a rubber cock to stuff up it..."
"God, Clare, you say the weirdest things sometimes."
"So you're still spending the night with me on Friday?"
"I guess so, if you're sure you don't want to go out with Bobby."
"We could sneak down and watch Phil again."
"I'd rather not. I felt pretty bad about it afterwards."
"Like hell!"
Clare laughed, and Erica had to admit that her friend's words were close to the truth.
She hadn't felt that bad about being a Peeping Tom, and she'd used the memory later
to excite herself again. Just as vivid was the memory of how she'd played with that
rubber phallus – how she'd rubbed its firm tip up and down her slit while her cunt
juices made everything more and more slippery until...
"My dad's gonna give me the car Friday afternoon. I'll pick you up." Clare gave Erica a
knowing look and rose. "You can't believe the wild ideas I've been getting, but I can't
tell you here." Then she was gone.
At home, Erica's mother was pleased that she was going to spend next Friday night
with Clare.
"She's such a well-mannered girl; that's good breeding every time. I'm glad. You've
found a special friend, Erica. Every girl needs a bosom buddy to confide in. Why when
I was a girl..."
Erica wasn't listening. She was wondering what her mother might think if she knew
exactly how she and Clare had spent their last night together – the rubber cock, the
peeking through the window of the groundskeeper, the climax she's managed to attain.
And Erica was more than a little guilty knowing she was going to stay with Clare again.
She felt, in a way, that she was lying to her mother by not telling her exactly what was
going on. But a girl did need someone to confide in, her mother had said it herself.
Clare picked up Erica on Friday evening, just as she promised. Erica tossed her
overnight bag in the back seat and slid into the luxurious car. Clare had on a pair of
blue jogging shorts – the satin kind – trimmed in white. Her long, pale legs stretched
gracefully as she squirmed with excitement upon seeing Erica. The sparse top she wore
emphasized her small tits, and her long fingers, with their red nails, seemed to curl
naturally around that steering wheel of the big Lincoln. Erica could easily imagine them
curled around other things too, and the thought made her shiver inside. Already, she
was anticipating the night ahead.
"Daddy gave Phil the week off," she announced first, wheeling the big car away from
the curb and then letting it leap down the street at twice the speed limit. "And I now
where the key to his bungalow is."
"I... I don't quite get it, Clare."
"You and me," the raven-haired girl whispered, "can go snooping."
"You really think we should?"
"Of course we shouldn't." Clare chuckled wickedly. "But aren't you even a little bit
curious?"
Erica had already forgotten her mother's old-fashioned warnings. Clare's spirit was so
irrepressible that she was taken up by it immediately. Erica pushed a few strands of hair
out of her face as the wind buffeted her. Looking sideways at her classy friend, she
could only imagine what the pretty teenager had up her sleeve. Whatever it was, Erica
was being pulled along. She liked the tingly, sexy feeling she experienced whenever
Clare's magnetism was working on her.
After supper that evening, Clare's parents left the girls to themselves. A cocktail party,
they'd said, and Clare could barely hide her excitement that she and Erica would have
the run of the house until very late that night.
"Shall we go swimming?" Clare suggested, "or maybe just get right down to business
first?"
"What do you mean by business?" Erica wanted to know, already suspecting.
"Oh, let's snoop first," Clare blurted, clapping her pretty hands. "That sex maniac my
father hired as a groundskeeper has me curious. Some nights I can see a flash going off
from my bedroom, so I know he's got some nasty pictures hidden around somewhere."
There was nothing secret about the fact that this was a sexual adventure. Clare even
suggested that Erica dress like she was, and offered a pair of silky jogging shorts similar
to the ones she had on, except that they were red.
"They feel sexier if you leave off your panties," Clare advised.
Blushing, Erica skinned off her underwear and donned the tight-fitting running shorts.
The smooth material caressed her pert ass cheeks and seemed to cling to her abdomen
and cunt mound. Yes, Clare knew a lot of things about sensuality.
Erica slid her palms over her hips. "God, they're so THIN."
Clare grinned. "Like you're not wearin' nothin'."
It was just getting dark when the pair went out across the huge back lawn of the estate
and headed for the bungalow where the groundskeeper stayed. Clare clutched the key
to the small house in one hand, a flashlight in the other.
"We could probably just turn on the lights," Clare said. "Phil is probably clear across
town at his girlfriend's place." She licked her lips. "Eating her pussy!"
Erica thrilled to hear her friend actually say it like that. They used the key and went
into the house. Clare tiptoed around quietly, flashing the beam here and there until she
was certain that they were really alone.
"Turn on the lights, Erica. It's early enough so that I'm pretty certain we won't be
disturbed."
Erica felt tingly and hot just knowing she was in a strange man's house. The thin shorts
she wore added to this feeling of sexy wickedness. From the kitchen, she heard Clare
give a call.
"Look, a doggy door. I guess Lucifer can come and go as he pleases. "
"Lucifer?" Erica asked, staring at the large panel that was hinged at the top to swing
either way.
"Didn't I tell you before? That's what Phil calls dog"
"Wow!" Erica gasped, remembering with sudden vividness how that skinny redheaded
girl had looked the night the huge dog had climbed onto her back and then thrust his
prick so deeply into her body. "Then he could just come right in here."
Clare shrugged. "So?"
"Aren't you scared?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
Clare rubbed a hand down the front of her satin shorts. Her cunt was clearly outlined
against the thin material, and Erica thought she even saw a trace of moisture where her
friend's pussy had begun to seep its slick juices.
They went into the other room. Clare started poking around in the man's bedroom
while Erica opened a drawer in the living room. She found a variety of sexy magazines
and a few rolls of undeveloped film, but it was Clare who hit the jackpot.
"Hey Erica! Come look at this!"
Erica hurried to the bedroom. When Erica saw what her friend was holding, she didn't
know what it was a first. Two metallic-looking balls were connected by a long cord to a
battery case. Clare quickly explained.
"I've heard about these kind of things," she blurted excitedly. "And look Erica. There
must be a hundred different kinds of rubbers in here."
Clare was right. There were all sizes and shapes of small packets, some advertising
black condoms, some claiming the thinnest product imaginable. Erica saw that her
friend was already stuffing some into the pocket of her T-shirt, so she did the same.
Together they opened the next drawer. One glance told them that they'd found the
photo section.
"Jesus..."
Clare held up an enlargement of the redheaded girl doing something. When she
handed it to Erica, she saw that the something she was doing it to happened to be
Lucifer, Phil's huge black dog.
"I don't believe..."
"Photos don't lie," Clare sighed, eyes bright with illicit discovery. "She's giving him a
blow job."
"It's... disgusting." But inside there was another emotion, one that Erica couldn't
explain. Her heart beat wildly and she felt a little dizzy. Between her thighs, her cunt
started to smolder. When she moved her hips the slickened surfaces caressed each
other.
"I think we'd better go back to your room. What if Phil came home or..." She didn't
dare say the dog's name for fear that he might suddenly appear .
"Oh, don't be a scaredy cat." Clare fingered the little gadget again, finally managing to
turn it on. The two balls hummed in her palm, and she gave Erica another hot look. "I
wonder what they'd feel like up inside me. That's what they're meant for, you know."
"Clare..."
"Oh, stop worrying so much."
Clare had dropped the humming balls onto the bed, and now hooked her long thumbs
over the waistband of her shorts. Erica watched her friend skin them off and drop them
daintily over a bedpost. Then, wearing nothing but her tightly clinging T-shirt, she
wiggled onto the bed on her back, bent her knees and slowly opened them to expose
her darkly furred cunt.
Erica saw the inner linings glistening with a juicy lubrication as Clare gingerly pushed
one of the metallic balls into her mushy folds. Erica watched it slide past the circular
ring of muscles and disappear. Clare quickly eased the other ball into her cunt behind
the first, then her trembling fingers found the thin wire and traced it to where the
control case lay.
"Here goes," she breathed, sucking her lower lip under her teeth.
Erica heard the low hum, muted by her pretty friend's clasping pussy. A look of delight
spread across the raven-haired beauty's face. She took fast, deep breaths, eyelids
fluttering as the pulsing vibrating sensations spread pleasure through her thighs.
"Well?" Erica whispered, almost feeling the tickle herself.
"It's... wonderful! Ohhh, I'm gonna steal this little jewel. I could keep it in me all night
and just... ohh, ohhhhh God!"
Erica saw a dribble of saliva trickle from the corner of Clare's mouth. She was panting
even faster now, and her slim hips had begun a slow gyration. She pumped her cunt up
and down, even lifting her ass from the bed when the tingling buzz became especially
good. All Erica could see was the small white cord disappearing into the mushy folds of
Clare's swollen cunt. Whatever those little metal eggs were doing, they were doing it in
total secrecy, but it seemed a wonderful secret. Erica found herself wishing she had
Clare's guiltless courage.
It was the sound of something slamming that made Erica wheel around. It hadn't
sounded like a door... not exactly anyway, but she was so scared that it took her a few
seconds to move. Clare, lost in joyous spasms, hadn't heard a thing.
Erica slipped into the living room just in time to see Lucifer wheeling around the corner
on his way out of the kitchen. His eyes gleamed redly, but he didn't seem' at all angry
or even surprised that she was there in his master's house.
"Nice dog," Erica mumbled, backing away.
Lucifer rumbled in his throat, but it seemed more like a greeting than anything else.
When he turned his nose towards the bedroom, Erica sensed that the large animal had
caught a scent. It was obvious just what that scent was.
"No," Erica said.
Lucifer paid no attention. She saw his thick shoulders push the open door wider, and
next came a squeal of surprise from Clare. Erica moved forward, her legs shaking under
her. When she reached the bedroom doorway, she saw Clare sitting up, crawling
backwards. She'd pulled the two humming balls from her cunt, and her pussylips
looked raw, wet and vulnerable.
"Stop! Bad dog!" Clare inched back, but her hand touched the wall and she knew she
was cornered.
Lucifer leaped, and his big paws sank down into the mattress. He licked Clare's bare
foot, and when she drew it back, began to lick the other one.
"Can't you do something?" Clare whimpered, looking helplessly at Erica.
"What can I do?"
As if he understood their words, Lucifer looked threateningly at Erica and growled. She
was absolutely certain that he was more than a match for the two of them together.
When he turned to Clare again, he closed his jaws down around one of her slim ankles
and began to drag her towards the middle of the bed.
"Oh God, help me!" Clare gasped. Her wild mischievousness had suddenly disappeared.
Erica knew that she was just as scared as any other teenaged girl in a similar situation.
"If I hit him with something, it might just make him mad," Erica gasped, looking
around the room.
Clare had begun to whine miserably, but suddenly shouted. "God! Look at his cock!"
Erica looked. She saw the slender, red stalk glistening as it slid out of the furry sheath
under his belly. The tip seemed to swell before her eyes. It grew in surges, as if the
dog's pulsing excitement was feeding blood to the tissues that formed the tip. The barb
deepened, flaring out until it looked like some strange, hot harpoon. A droplet of dog
come dangled from the orifice for a second, then fell against Clare's thigh.
Clare was in the middle of the bed now, her T-shirt hiked up to her tits from having
been dragged across the mattress. Lucifer stepped carefully between her legs and tore at
the material with his teeth.
"He wants to lick your breasts," Erica gasped, not understanding how she knew.
Clare looked scared, but she pulled her jersey up to expose her delicate, white tits.
Lucifer rumbled again and began to lick her nipples with hot, hungry smears of his
tongue.
"Ohh, ohhhhh God, that feels weird!"
Erica was more excited than she wanted to admit. With the immediate danger past, she
couldn't smother the flaming thrills that coursed up and down her belly and thighs. A
hot, surging glow made her clit tickle. She realized that her young cunt had swollen out
to press its slickened insides against the satiny material of her shorts.
On the bed, Clare began to writhe under the dog's sexy caresses. Her tits were shiny
with the animal's saliva, and her brown nipples had grown longer and thicker so that
Erica could see how firm they were. Lucifer's tongue curled around them as he
continued to excite the black-haired beauty.
"Uhhhh, how can I make him stop?" Clare moaned.
"You can't," Erica replied, surprised again by her judgment of the situation. There was
no doubt in her mind that this powerful animal could do anything he wanted to Clare.
Now Lucifer was licking Clare's belly. She tried to grab his head as if to push him away,
but he closed his jaws down on one of her wrists just hard tough to leave small red
dents in her flesh. Clare babbled something, and the dog resumed his licking of her
navel, each slurp going another inch lower on her stomach.
"Okay," Clare whispered, "okay, you can lick me. Nice doggy!"
"He smells how hot you are," Erica said, feeling hot herself. She had a sudden stab of
fear that the dog might sniff her young cunt too, and come at her. There didn't seem to
be any danger just now, since Lucifer was devoting his full attention to the leggy, 
slimhipped beauty on the bed. He seemed fascinated by her white skin and dark-haired
cunt.
As Lucifer's tongue pressed up under Clare's cunt mound for the first time, she lifted
her hips from the bed and shivered violently.
"Nnhhuuuuhh, ohhhhh God, he's... he's... driving me CRAZY!"
With her musky juices wetting his nose and muzzle, Lucifer growled and intensified his
attention to the writhing teenager. Clare grunted and curled her fingers into the
bedcovers as her pussy was licked deeper and faster. Erica could see her friend's clit
sticking up like a tiny asparagus stalk. Lucifer saw it too, and nudged it with his black
nose before slopping his tongue across it. Juice wet the bed under Clare's partly opened
thighs.
"Uhhh, I'm so excited, but I'm scared too! What if he gets tired of doing this and really
wants to eat me?"
"He doesn't want to eat you," Erica whispered back. She was staring at that amazing
shaft of flesh that bobbed heavily under Lucifer's belly. "He wants something else, I
think."
"Oh nooooo," Clare cried, turning and getting onto her hands and knees. All of her
brave dares and wild suggestions had been blown away, now that she actually faced the
reality of animal lust.
Erica couldn't blame her. There was something savage and frightening about the way
the black dog was going after her.
As Clare crawled forward, her eyes were wide with fear. Lucifer didn't hesitate. He
mounted her with a leap, his big paws coming down over the fronts of her shoulders,
his big cock driving forward between the quivering, white cheeks of her ass. Clare went
down on her belly and squeezed her thighs tightly together. The dog's red cock smeared
juice up across one plump cheek as he pumped in vain.
"I can't let him! Ohhhh Erica, I'm so scared!"
Lucifer didn't seem to care about that. He growled louder than before, snapping his
jaws threateningly. Then those white fangs sank into Clare's thigh, and she squealed.
"Ouch!"
"Don't make him mad!" Erica begged her friend. "For God's sake, don't make him
mad."
"He's trying to make me get up on my hands and knees again! Ohhh Erica, what am I
going to do?"
Tears streamed down Clare's cheeks as she was half-lifted by the big dog's jaws. Erica
watched in shocked amazement as Lucifer positioned Clare like he wanted her. Her
willowy limbs seemed so soft and weak in comparison to his thickly muscled body. His
black fur glistened as the muscles rippled, and he pressed his nose between her thighs.
Having her pussy licked like that made Clare grunt with pleasure, even as scared as she
was. Erica saw her friend's head droop between her outstretched arms.
When Lucifer mounted her, he growled a warning. There was no mistake that he meant
for her to be still while he took her. Clare whimpered helplessly, realizing that the hot
brush of the dog's big cock was just a prelude. He meant to bury that thing in her
body!
Erica found her right hand firmly clutched over the plump curve of her cunt as she
watched the frightening spectacle. Her pussy had wettened her running shorts, and
though she sympathized with her best friend's dilemma, watching it was intensely
erotic. "Ghhhaaaannnoooo!" she moaned in shame, as she felt her pussy squirt quick
bursts of hot girl piss into her cunt-cupping palm.
Erica could see what Clare felt. The swollen barb of Lucifer's prick nestled with a slick
sound against the dripping petals of flesh that formed Clare's cuntlips. It was a pretty
cunt, more innocent than Clare liked to pretend. It seemed dainty and perfectly formed.
As the streamlined shape of the animal's cock nudged the tender tissues, Clare panted
and licked her lips nervously.
"Oh, damn it, why doesn't he get it over with? If he's going to rape me, why doesn't he
just go ahead?"
Lucifer licked the nape of Clare's neck where her long hair had parted, and fell forward
over the front of her shoulders. Then Erica saw his hips give a small lurch. The wet
sound between Clare's thighs made Erica return her gaze to the point of contact.
Lucifer had opened her cunt a little with his swollen tip. Clare's pussy pulsed,
expanding and contracting like a breathing animal.
A strange, bestial sound came from deep in Lucifer's throat, and his powerful haunches
lunged. Erica put a hand over her mouth, her fingers clawing deep into the satin shorts
where they clung to her cunt, shoving the wet material into the beginning of her tight
little hole. The dog had rammed his entire body forward so quickly that she'd hardly
seen it happen. But she had seen that red, raw spear penetrate poor Clare's trembling
body. The lips of her cunt had been pulled in with the force. Juice had dribbled down
the back of one thigh when Lucifer's cock took up room inside her clasping pussy.
Clare's back arched sharply downward, and she opened her mouth to cry out. Only a
weak grunt of surprise escaped, then her tongue lolled thickly as Lucifer pulled back
and stabbed again. The sound of his cock fitting into the firm, narrow constriction of
Clare's cunt made Erica dig more frantically at her own trembling cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh God, that dog IS fucking her!"
"Mhhhuuuhh," Clare groaned, drooling. Lucifer yipped like he'd done the night they'd
first seen him, and pumped faster. His slender, red cock was going deeper, inch by
feverish inch. The soft petals around the edges of Clare's cunt clung tightly to the
glistening shaft, and a look of crazed excitement had come to Erica's friend's pale face.
"Does it... hurt?" Erica breathed.
"A little... he's awful big! He's reaching up inside me so... uhhhhh, so deep!"
"Oh Clare, I wish I knew what to do!"
"Nhhuuhh, mhhhuuhhh, ohhhhh shit!"
Clare ground her teeth together and dug her fingers in the covers as Lucifer jerked and
squirmed against her back. His paws had slipped farther over the fronts of her
shoulders, and he hugged her in a strange animal way as his rear haunches thrust
forward with rapid, frenzied movements.
Juice from Clare's cunt was making glistening lines down the insides of her thighs. She
had her knees spread well apart to brace herself against the dog's wild lunging, and the
sloppy wetness that had been smeared over Clare's trim ass made the fucking sound
exquisitely sexy. Erica realized that she was enjoying the spectacle more that she should
allow herself to. "Ohh, ohhhhh Christ! That knob is getting bigger! I can feel it inside
me!"
"He's acting like its stuck!" Erica cried, seeing the frantic efforts by Lucifer to free
himself.
"He's stuck! Uhhhhh! Ohhhh Erica, that barb is stuck inside my cunt! Ohhh, uhhhhh,
nhhhaaahhh!"
Once, when very young, Erica had happened upon two dogs fucking. She remembered
how the male dog had been caught inside the bitch near the end. She hadn't guessed
why at the time, but now it seemed to make perfect sense to her – it was nature's way
of making sure that the spurting come would hit the mark! And the mark in this case
was Clare's convulsing cunt and her young, virgin womb!
"Ghhhuuhhh," Clare groaned, her eyes fluttering, her hips lunging in a counter-rhythm
to the dog's yipping frenzy.
His black balls were pressed tight against her open cuntlips, and Erica couldn't see but
an inch of his shaft. It was plain to anyone that Clare was about to have a climax. Her
ass cheeks were clenched with excitement, and her tummy was drawn up so far that her
ribcage showed. Her small tits looked larger than usual as they hung down under her
body, the dark nipples thick and long.
She screamed – a long, high trembling scream. Lucifer sank his teeth into her shoulder,
fucking furiously again. A shrill bark told Erica that the dog was coming too, and
almost immediately a thick, white fluid began to leak from Clare's young cunt and drip
in heavy spalts to the bedspread.
"Jesus... Jesus God... ohhhhh!" Clare's black hair partly hid her face as she arched and
humped her back. She was pumping her hips, writhing, twisting them into almost
impossible positions as that hot, hard dog cock gouged her tender insides.
It thrilled Erica to imagine how it must feel to Lucifer to have his hard cock swathed
with Clare's juice-drenched surfaces. It was probably tight for him too, because Erica
could see the muscular contractions around the opening to her friend's cunt. Clare's
young pussy was squeezing down hotly around that dog cock, milking it, sucking at it
as the thick curds spurted out to clog the girl's virgin womb.
But the fury of the fucking had weakened Clare, and as she continued to come, her
arms trembled and then gave. She sank forward on the bed, her legs extending straight
out behind her. She fell, pulling Lucifer down with her, his barbed prick still firmly
stuck inside of her cunt. The dog yelped and stretched his legs out to the sides to
conform to the new position. His teeth sank into Clare's shoulder once again, and his
body quivered as the tremors of excitement continued to surge.
The popping sound of his prick coming free made Erica bite her lip. She'd already
gotten a finger up inside her, reaching around into one leg of her shorts. As Lucifer
backed off of her ravished friend, she stared at that incredible thing that dangled from
under his belly.
The tip was a blunt knob now, and white cream leaked in strings from the end. Lucifer
began to lick the well-milked shaft, whining as he did so. Poor Clare lay panting with
her long legs spread, her swollen pussy leaking the dog's hot come. She was smeared
with saliva from waist to shoulders, and Erica could see the little dents where Lucifer
had sunk his teeth into her flesh.
"Are you okay?" Erica asked, coming forward cautiously as she dragged her finger out
of her overheated crevice. She was trembling, almost as much as Clare had trembled
when the dog had filled her full of his come.
"Uhhh yeah... I guess so. Ohhh God, I've never felt anything like that in my life."
"Maybe if we sneaked out now, he wouldn't notice."
Erica eyed Lucifer. He seemed oblivious to anything but the tender state of his cock.
Erica helped Clare get her shorts back on. Both of them were careful not to move too
suddenly, or make any loud sounds. But their precautions seemed unnecessary –
Lucifer had been sated, at least for the moment.
"You'd better not take that," Erica warned when she saw Clare pick up the sex gadget
she'd found in one of Phil's drawers.
"After what that dog did, I guess I deserve to take home a little souvenir."
"But won't Phil guess what happened?"
"He wouldn't dare make guesses like that. My dad would get rid of him in a minute if I
dropped a hint or two about what he does to his girlfriend over here."
Erica didn't feel like arguing. She helped steady her friend as they made their way to
the door. They turned out the lights and limped together down the steps and across the
grounds towards the big house.
"I feel all different inside," Clare panted, her arm tight around Erica's waist.
"How different?"
"Stretched, and... tingly. Yeah, that's it. I'm glowing like something hot has been in
there and stirred me all up."
"You were really moving around a lot. I guess because that thing was hurting you
some."
"It didn't hurt, not after I got used to it." Clare's eyes seemed to be regaining their
usual naughty sparkle. "Oh God, Erica, that crazy dog FUCKED me! He stabbed his
cock up inside me and fucked me!"
"You sure you're okay?"
"... fucked me," Clare babbled on. She seemed a little dazed by the experience, but her
expression wasn't that of a person with emotional problems.
When they'd made it up to the bedroom again, she flopped down on her bed without
bothering to clean herself up. The dog come had leaked from her cunt and thoroughly
drenched the crotch of her jogging shorts. Some white curds clung to her inner thighs,
and Erica could smell the sharp, strange aroma.
"You want to let me help you clean up?" Erica asked.
"...tired. Feel so tired."
It wasn't long before Erica heard Clare sleeping, her breathing strong and steady. When
Erica bent close she saw the tiniest hint of a smile on her pretty friend's lips. She went
back to sit on her bed and wonder about the events of the evening. The smell of dog
cream was still strong in the room, and her own cunt was still flaming with excitement.
Her eyes fell on the gadget that had slipped from Clare's fingers – that control box
with the wire leading to the two metallic balls.
"I think I'll take a cold shower," she said aloud, remembering where her temptations
had led her the last time she'd stayed with Clare. But no sooner had she turned off the
cold water and toweled herself dry, she was looking at those little, shiny electric eggs
again. Picking the device up, Erica turned down her bed and turned off the light. In the
darkness she could hear Clare slightly snoring.
Erica lay on her back, legs spread. Gently, she pressed one ball up against her clit,
rubbing it back and forth until its smooth surface was coated with her juices. Then she
thumbed the switch and arched slightly as the thrilling waves went through her.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, hips rocking. "Ohhh wow, that feels so nice..."


Chapter 3

It wasn't until Erica was out of Clare's presence that she realized just how crazy and
wild that night had been. She'd actually witnessed her best friend being ravished by a
dog against her will, no less! Well, against her will until the animal had gotten her so
excited that she didn't know what she was doing.
And afterwards, in the secrecy of her bed, Erica had used that naughty little device the
two of them had discovered in the groundskeeper's bungalow. Erica was ashamed over
how she'd used it.
She'd worked her hot little cunt into a froth by rubbing the vibrating egg up and down
her crevice. The tingling pleasure had spread over her flesh like a slow, warm flood.
Her nipples had begun to itch in a most sexy way, and her toes too. Even the soles of
her feet had grown hot as the furious excitement had built and built.
"Oh God, if my mother ever found out about any of this, I'd just die. And so would
she. She'd probably never let me see Clare again, ever!"
Erica blushed as she remembered how she'd pressed the other vibrating ball up against
her asshole, wedging it between the cheeks of her ass as she continued to tease her clit
with the other magic orb. Then, she'd had a climax – a gut-wrenching convulsion that
seemed to release all of the frustration, all of the tension that had built through the
week. It had been a wonder that Clare hadn't awakened to make fun of her.
"Once was bad enough," Erica said aloud. It might have been bad enough, but it hadn't
been ENOUGH. Not long after her first shivering release, Erica had used the magic
eggs again, bringing herself to a peak so slowly that she guessed it had taken at least an
hour. The second hot flash of ecstasy had almost made her pass out, but what shocked
her more than anything was what she'd been thinking when the orgasm had taken her.
"That dog! I was pretending he was licking me!" She shuddered, shocked at her lewd
imaginings. For the rest of the day she moped in her own room, pretending to be
working on school assignments so that her mother wouldn't bother her with idle
conversation.
She had a strange feeling of relief when Bobby Baxter cornered her in the hall on
Monday morning and asked her for a date. Of course, she was nore surprised than
anything else, but the relief came in knowing that there were no outward signs of her
wickedness. No one knew that she'd been a part of a lewd, perverse scene. No one
knew that she'd watched helplessly as her best friend was assaulted sexually by a dog, of
all things!
"Sure," was her reply to Bobby as soon as she'd regained her poise. "If my mom says
okay."
On the way home that afternoon, Erica wondered why Bobby had picked her to ask for
a date, and she wondered what Clare would say when she found out.
"Of course I'm not mad," Clare said. She'd stopped by the house for a minute to say
hello.
"You're sure? I mean since he asked you out and you didn't go and..."
"If that's what you call fun, you're welcome to him." Clare's expression was mysterious,
and that knowing twinkle played behind her dark eyes.
"What do YOU call fun?" Erica wanted to know.
"Guess." Clare licked her upper lip in a lascivious way, waved goodbye and left Erica
standing on the front porch as she left to meet her father at a store in town.
Erica didn't dare try to guess what Clare had meant. It made her cunt feel funny to
even think about it.
On Friday night, Bobby picked her up right on time, made a good impression on her
mother and held her hand on the way to his car. Erica felt a little regret at not being
with Clare. It had become such a regular thing to be with her on Friday evenings that
Erica was a little preoccupied when Bobby tried to make conversation. It would have
blown Bobby's mind if he'd known some of the things that were going through her
head. Even when she heard him going on about some sport he was interested in or a
show he'd seen, Erica was remembering the strange things that had been happening to
her while in the presence of her best friend. She had been thinking of Lucifer, and how
deep his cock had speared into Clare's young cunt when Bobby jogged her with his
elbow.
"Hey, you look like you're in outer space or something."
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing important."
"You run around a lot with Clare Thompson, don't you?"
It wasn't really a question, and Erica felt uncomfortable knowing that Clare was really
Bobby's first choice for a date "She's weird," was Bobby's opinion.
Bobby took her to a movie and to get something to eat later. Then they drove out of
town and turned west on the old mountain road. Erica knew where Bobby was taking
her. It was a spot off of the highway where a lot of kids from town went to park when
they wanted to fool around in dark back seats. Erica remembered Clare's warning about
Bobby's hands, but wasn't too worried. Actually, she needed a little kissing and
hugging, and when Bobby had pulled up between a couple of trees, dialed some makeout 
music on the radio and slipped his arm around her shoulders, she scooted over to
him and turned her face up. Bobby, so it turned out, wasn't much of a kisser.
"God, you've got a nice bod," he breathed, already panting as he moved a hand down
over one of her tits.
At first, Erica felt that she should stop him. After all, it was their very first date, but the
warmth of his hand did feel good! She hadn't worn a bra, and when he petted her, her
nipple glowed from the subtle friction through her blouse. She sighed and nuzzled her
face against his as he squeezed and fondled her firm, quivery flesh.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, twisting around so he could reach the other tit. She wasn't
aware of his fingers undoing the first three buttons until it was too late. "Bobby! No..."
"Hey, relax. You like it, don't you?"
"Yes, but..." She sucked in a quick breath.
Bobby had dropped his mouth to her chest and was hungrily lapping at one tit. Before
she could make her mind work, and before she could react, he had sucked one pink
nipple between his teeth and was fanning it with his tongue. A jolt of pure pleasure
shivered down her belly and through her cunt.
Erica stretched in the seat, muscles twitching from the flood of excitement. Bobby used
the moment to his advantage. His other hand slipped under her skirt and he wedged a
finger between her closed thighs, trying to reach that hot, nylon-swathed treasure that
every high school boy dreamed of more than anything else.
"Don't Bobby..."
"Jesus, you're so soft," he murmured, still kissing the pink nipple, making it swell with
his caresses. His finger inched deeper into the warm nest of her thighs.
Though she was full of good intentions, Erica had been thinking too much of sex. She'd
watched her best friend get fucked by a dog. She'd played with strange gadgets that
made her writhe and groan and go half out of her mind. And now that an honest to
goodness male was feeling her up, she knew she couldn't resist letting him do it.
"Uhhhh."
"Baby, oh YEAH!"
"Uhhh Bobby, not too hard. Ohhhh God, not too hard!"
Bobby's finger had petted the damp crotchband, pressing the nylon up into her cunt.
But he wasn't satisfied with that, and after a moment Erica felt him stretching the sheer
material to one side and delving into the squishy heat of her slit. She let her head fall
back on his shoulder as he ravished her mouth and searched along her hot cuntlips.
"I... ohhhh... Bobbeeeee!"
Bobby had found her clit and was lightly tracing the plump flesh. He seemed surprised
that he couldn't find her hole. Erica knew he didn't expect her to be a virgin.
"God," he murmured, still searching.
"Don't hurt... ohhh, ohhhhh God!"
"Is that it?" He pressed into the tiny tear she'd made with that rubber cock the night
Clare had fucked herself thoroughly with the same device.
"I'm a virgin."
"You sure as hell are." He had forced his fingertip into the opening, and was gingerly
stretching what was left of her hymen.
It didn't hurt, but Erica was full of misgivings. Why couldn't she control herself? Why
couldn't she make him stop?
"Feel good?" Bobby whispered.
Erica just nodded. She was panting hard. The excitement of a boy's finger sliding into
her cunt was excruciating. Bobby was stretching her hole larger, and it didn't even hurt.
She pumped her hips uncontrollably as he got two knuckles into the clasping pussy.
His thumb was slick with her juices as he caressed her clit, gently fingerfucking her
deeper and deeper.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," she grunted, working her hips rhythmically.
Bobby smiled as if he knew he had a live one. She felt his tongue stab between her lips.
He sucked her tongue between his teeth and curled a hand under her ass to squeeze
one cheek. Hot juice trickled out of her vulva. Erica could hear the slurp-slurp of
Bobby's finger moving in and out, going deeper, going so nicely up into her secret
place!
"God... ohhh Bobby, you'd better stop!"
"Why don't we undress and get in the back seat. Then we could really have some fun."
"No!"
Erica shook her head so hard that her blonde hair flew. She was enjoying Bobby's
hungry attack of her, but she wasn't about to perform acrobatics in his car on their first
date and have her name spread all over town as a girl who would let a guy do just
about anything he wanted on a first date.
Erica pushed his hand away, shivering a little as her cuntlips sucked noisily at Bobby's
knuckles as they slipped out of her cunt. Bobby gave her a hurt expression.
"You got your finger wet, isn't that what you wanted?"
"You got me all worked up," he griped, "and expect me to keep cool!"
She saw his pants lumped out in front. He squirmed in the seat as if in pain. Erica
couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. After all, she had let him go pretty far before
slamming the door in his face.
"I'm sorry Bobby. I just lost my head for a minute."
"Well, the least you could do would be to help me out." He squirmed again, glancing
suggestively at the front of his jeans.
Erica was both excited and annoyed. Bobby's technique was just a cut above a caveman,
yet that throbbing lump drew her attention like a magnet.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Couldn't you touch it a little?" Bobby was unzipping his fly. He dug his cock out of
his undershorts and gave her a quick look. In the glow from the moon, she could see
the long, white cock and the purple barb that looked more like a streamlined
mushroom than anything else. Her heart quickened, but she kept control of herself.
She'd never touched a prick in her life, but she'd heard that lots of girls did touch their
boyfriends on dates. It was one way of keeping their panties from being ripped off.
"Come on," Bobby begged, still squirming. "I'm gonna have blueballs if you don't
hurry,"
Erica had heard of that malady too – it seemed that most adolescent boys could get a
case of blueballs without half-trying. She stared at Bobby's erect cock as it pulsed in the
moonlight.
"I never did this," she admitted. "I don't know how..."
"Just squeeze it, can't ya? Come on!"
"You'd better not tell a single soul about what's happening tonight!" Erica demanded.
"If you do..."
"Oh hell no, Erica, I wouldn't say anything. You've never heard any stories I've spread
about other girls, have you?"
It was true – she hadn't.
As her fingers curled around the hot, stiff cock, Bobby moaned and pumped his hips.
Her heart fluttered as her own body picked up the vibes. She squeezed his shaft hard
behind the tip and watched as the head bloomed out thicker, darkening with trapped
blood. She squeezed again and let her fingers slide down to grasp the skin at the base of
the throbbing cock. Then she jacked him up and down a few times, watching his
expression to see if she was doing it right.
Bobby was holding his breath, his knuckles white where he was grabbing the steering
wheel. "Ohhhh, shit, that feels good!"
"You'd better not tell," she swore again, moving her fingers faster.
"Uhhh, uhhhh God, Erica, you're doing it just right!"
She could feel his cock expanding under her soft, tight grasp. It was as rigid as a steel
rod under the loose flesh that she moved up and down, up and down. When her finger
brushed his crown, the head surged out against the touch, and Bobby's moans grew
deeper and more anguished.
Erica was aware of the changes in her own body too. She'd gotten pretty hot already,
what with Bobby feeling her up and fingerfucking her. Just jacking him was starting to
make her cunt drip juice again. She had an urge to slip a finger against her clit, but she
was too afraid of being discovered to actually risk it. Bobby was really writhing now, his
breath ragged and wild.
"Better... get... my handkerchief," he grunted, tongue half out of his mouth.
Erica jerked a red bandana out of Bobby's pocket and draped it over her palm. Then
she cupped her hand close to the head of his prick and began to jack him again.
His cock was surging with every upward movement, and she could tell by the glazed
look on her date's face that he was very close to shooting his rocks. She was excited too,
realizing it would be the first time she'd ever witnessed such a thing.
"Ohhh," he moaned, his body going stiff. "Ohhhh FUCK!"
Without really meaning to, Erica slowed her up-and-down movements. His cock was
jerking powerfully, and she knew that it wouldn't take much more of her caressing to
bring the hot seed from his balls. She forgot all of her guilty feelings, forgot the
warnings of her mother. She was intent on the phenomenon taking place before her.
She cupped the red handkerchief closer, squeezing the thumb and forefinger of her
other hand tightly under the head of Bobby Baxter's hard prick.
"Yaaahhhhh," he gasped as a fountain of white come boiled into the bandana.
Erica stared, her tongue moving slowly across her upper lip with concentration. Slowly,
teasingly, she let her fingers ride up and down his quivering cockshaft. She could feel
each rhythmic surge.
She could see, by the way her date was wiggling around, that it felt wonderful to him.
Spurt after spurt of jism erupted from the tiny opening at the very tip of his cock. The
dark blue head was coated with the stuff, and the handkerchief had gotten soggy in her
palm – soggy and hot and sticky. A pungent aroma hit her nostrils, sending sharp
thrills through her thighs.
So THIS was how it all worked, she thought. This was what happened when a guy
stabbed his prick deep into a girl's cunt and rubbed it around against her slippery flesh.
"Ohhhh Jeussuhhss, ohhhh Erica baby...!"
A jet of cream overshot the hanky and spattered against her forearm. It felt hot, and she
saw how thick it was clinging there. Bobby pumped his hips, shoving his prick in and
out through the circle her fingers formed. Cream spilled down the sides of his cock
now, making her fingers slide over his hard, hot flesh. She squeezed down on his tip,
hiding it completely. Bobby growled, and she saw more white seed bubble out from
between her fingers and slip in strings down her wrist.
With a deep sigh, Bobby leaned back in the seat. He seemed totally wiped out, his chest
heaving and muscles twitching. Erica mopped up the mess as best as she could and put
his wadded handkerchief on the dash. The scent of fresh come mingled with the musk
from her own smoldering pubes. She was surprised at how hot she was, but she didn't
dare tell Bobby that she longed for more petting – not after making him stop the first
time and then agreeing to jack him with her hand.
"I've got to pee," she said, getting out of the car.
Bobby barely acknowledged her leaving. His cock had wilted slightly, but was still
packed with blood. Weakly, Erica pushed through the bushes that lined the parking
area and walked until she was far enough away to feel she could safely go about her
business without interruption.
"Ohhhh," she sighed as she lifted her skirt and skinned her panties down. The feel of
wet nylon being stripped away from her cunt sent shudders of desire through her.
The idea had already occurred to her, but now it seemed even more enticing. Who
would know if she fingered herself to a quick climax out here in the bushes? She
needed it so badly! She couldn't go back to the car and ask Bobby to do to her what
she'd done to him. A girl just didn't come on like that, not on a first date.
"God, I'm all swollen up!" She touched her open cuntlips, finding the nub of her clit
and sliding a fingertip back and forth over the smoldering spot.
Bushes surrounded her on all sides. Though the moon filtered through the trees above
her, the place seemed private somehow. In the wild grass, Erica pulled her panties off
the rest of the way and tossed them down beside her. She was on hands and knees, her
skirt hiked up to expose her ass and thighs. It felt terribly sexy to be out of doors like
that with her finger sliding around in the mushy folds between her cuntlips. She found
the tear in her maidenhead and wiggled her middle finger into it. The softness inside
seemed to pull at her knuckles, urging her to go on.
"Uhhh, ohhhhh God in heaven, that's so nice!" She shoved in, digging her finger
against the smooth walls of her tube. Wild images flashed through her mind, but
imagining that Bobby was doing it to her, wasn't nearly as thrilling as she'd thought.
Instead, she pretended that it was Lucifer's cock.
"Yheessss," she grunted, working her ass up and down, her back rising and falling as
she stabbed deeper. She saw Lucifer humping wildly on Clare's back. She saw his red
cock going into her friend's pussy. Then Erica became Clare, and the black dog was
taking her! She smiled, letting her imagination run wild. Her finger slurped noisily
between the dripping folds of her young cunt.
Erica didn't hear the crashing in the bushes until it was too late. She only glimpsed a
white shape, white and furry and big! Her heart lurched as large paws slid across her
naked back. Then the dog hooked his front legs over the curving swell of her hips,
hunching forward with incredible strength.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried weakly as she felt the hot tip of the dog's cock brush her hand.
She'd already pulled her fingers out of her cunt and was fighting to get up, but the
animal had her off balance, his strong front legs clutching her back to his underbelly.
His cock was so hot! The knob at the end was already sliding dangerously close to her
cunthole!
At last she was able to twist to one side. His cock thumped hard against one cheek of
her ass as the dog lunged. He was trying to stab that thing deep inside of her! She had
to get away, call for help, or something!
If she could just flatten herself against the ground, or turn to kick at the animal! Then
she felt his breath on her neck. Ivory fangs tightened against her jugular vein. Holding
her like a rag doll, the big animal gave a few gentle shakes as if to let her know that he
could snap her neck like a twig.
Erica let out a shuddering whimper and stopped fighting. She was still on her hands
and knees, and as she felt the white dog moving his haunches into position again, a
strange pleasure went through her. She was still scared stiff, but knowing that she was
under his power, knowing that the white dog had captured her and was forcing her to
submit, did weird things to her reeling emotions.
Her cunt bloomed out hotter than ever as the barbed cocktip slid up into the juicy
folds. The animal knew exactly how to position her, it seemed. But then, were human
girls and canine bitches all that different when it came down to basics? Erica
whimpered thinking of this, as if she had time to think. She was about to get fucked!
"Nooo," she sighed, realizing even as she said it that the dog wasn't about to yield his
prize.
Whatever he was, wherever he'd come from, he knew what he wanted. His throbbing
cock made a sexy sound as he worked it closer to her half-torn hymen.
"Ohhhh, he's gonna rape me! He's gonna h-h-hurt me!"
The dog growled, his teeth still embedded in the muscles of her neck. It hurt, but she
realized that he'd stopped short of drawing blood. She remembered how Lucifer had
held Clare the same way.
The white dog's back was humped up as he found her opening with his cock. His hot
breath burned against her skin as he lunged suddenly, skewering her deeply with that
animal barb. The pain wasn't severe, more a sting than anything else, but in that
moment Erica knew that her cherry had been ruined forever. She could feel the
sensitive edges of her cunt clasping tightly around the dog cock as it slid past. She could
feel her muscles squeezing down as if to keep the thing from going too deep.
"Uhh, uhhhhh it's sharp! Ohhhh God, ohhhh help somebody!"
The dog pulled his front paws harder against her waist, tucking his ass under her with
quivering jerks. His cock gouged deeper, deeper into her smoldering pussy as the juice
spilled from around edges of her hole. Now Erica had been fucked deep enough to
break her will. She was crying, gasping, moving her hips even though she didn't want
to. The sensations in her were so incredibly erotic that her mind swam with frenzied
emotions. The furry rubbing of the dog's belly against her back added to the intensity
of being taken by a dog in the woods. Even the grunting sounds from deep in the
animal's throat seemed to pull her into the frenzied storm that was building in his balls
– balls that bumped heavily against her whenever he drove his red cock deeper. Erica's
juice spilled down the inside of her thigh as that cock took up more room.
"Ghhhuuuhhh," she babbled. She'd never expected it to feel like this – to be filled, and
to feel the stretched flesh surrounding a cock so firmly, so wetly!
Yet tight as her pussy squeezed, her juicy lubrication let the dog slide that barbed cock
in and out, in and out and in and out until she wanted to scream with the thrilling
madness of it all.
Erica didn't dare think too much. It was all so crazy that she feared she might lose her
mind, that realizing what this strange, white dog was actually doing would send her
over the line between sanity and insanity.
Yet on another level, her body was totally tuned to it all. She squirmed passionately
under the weight of the animal's hunching. Her cunt squeezed rhythmically, pulling at
the hot dog cock that had penetrated her virgin body to the hilt! Even the dog's sharp
teeth on her neck made her skin flush and tingle. Each thrust of his haunches was like
a blow against her ass cheeks. As his erect cock stabbed her, more juice spilled out. And
the sound of it all – sliding, slurpy, sucking sound, a sound that was like no other in
the world.
At last her arms gave out, and she pressed her face against the grass, her ass high in the
air as the dog twitched and rammed harder into her helpless cunthole. He wasn't
holding her neck any more, but she wasn't trying to get away either. She was moaning
half-words of lust, drooling, lost in the total experience of being fucked. It was as if she
had done it before, as if she knew exactly how to brace her knees wide so that the
animal could use all of his energy to spear that feverish cock in and out of her cunt.
Exquisite waves of pleasure spread outwards from her clit. Inside, there was a glowing
thrill where the tip of the dog's cock kept stroking. The spasms were weak at first, mere
tingles that teased over the surface of her skin. Her nipples twitched in the sensations,
as did the lobes of her ears and the tender places between her toes. Then the rooting
power of the dog turned the tingles into a keener pleasure, pleasure that made Erica
want to claw at her flesh, to scratch the itch that was making her whimper like a bitch
in heat.
The dog's cock seemed larger than before. That knob had swelled until it fit with
excruciating tightness whenever he pulled it back and forced it deep again. Her clit
bulged out like a small finger. The dog's balls brushed it, and Erica groaned and bit her
lip.
"Nhhuuhh, nhhhuuhhh!"
Now she was aware of the swelling of her cunt as it was penetrated over and over again.
The little flush that had made her skin tickle became acute. Her hips lurched wildly.
Her back humped up against the body of the dog. His cocktip swelled again and was
caught inside of her. With crazed yelps, the animal tugged at his pussy-clenched cock,
his struggles pulling him closer to climax.
"Whhhaaahhhhh," Erica breathed, already coming.
Her cunt milked strongly at the dog's prick as she made her ass dip and dance. Both of
them were moving in spastic, jerky ways as the pleasure became more than mere
pleasure.
Erica felt as though she were spinning through space as her pussy climaxed with
powerful convulsions, pulling at the dog's cock. He came, his jism shooting in hot jets
that washed against her tender cunt walls and ran in stringy glops down the insides of
both her thighs. She felt the big animal tamping his seed hard against the mouth of her
womb. She knew that the squeezing movements of her cunt was making him wild. He
bit her neck again, then her shoulder. She squealed as his fangs went in, but the pain
was nothing compared to the radiant thrills that were taking her breath away.
"God, ohh God, ohhh God!" she babbled, back arching, hips plunging, tits laying heavy
on her chest.
They fell sideways in the grass, the dog still locked deep inside of her body, his back
twisting and bucking as he rubbed his blood-swollen cock against the delicate surfaces
of her most tender cunt. The sounds that came from the animal's throat were like
nothing Erica had ever heard. They were growls that turned to whines that turned to
throaty breathing. He bit her arm and licked it at the same time. Not for a second did
his haunches stop plunging, stabbing, fucking.
Her cunt was a sloppy mess as both of them quieted down. The dog lay on his side
with his nose against her back. An occasional tremor made him shake, then Erica
would shiver too and both of them would be still once more. She couldn't control the
muscles of her cunt. They still held the dog's cock very tightly, occasionally squeezing
down as if to pull one last droplet of hot come out of his balls.
"It happened, it really happened..." She closed her eyes, then opened them and knew
that she was still there on the grass with a dog's cock skewered deeply inside her pussy.
It was no dream, though the whole thing had been so fantastic that no dream could be
as strange. Now that the ecstasy had ravished her and passed, Erica was beginning to
think again.
Where had the dog come from? Why had he gone straight for her, and how had he
known what to do? Her cunt relaxed suddenly and she felt the white dog jerk. His cock
came out, followed by a stream of jism that felt hot against her thigh. The dog lapped at
the spill, and Erica found herself turning over onto her back and letting her knees all
apart so he could clean her up completely.
In the moonlight, she stared at the hunkering beast for the first time as he pushed his
black nose up and down her crevice. His pink tongue curled and petted her smoldering
cunt, lapping at every last droplet of dog seed that dripped from her cunt.
Slowly, she pushed herself up on her elbows and rubbed the place where the dog's teeth
had sunk into her neck. The skin wasn't torn, but she knew it would hurt for awhile.
The dog eyed her in a neutral sort of way. She could see his cock still half-extended. It
shone in the moonlight as the head throbbed. The shape of the barb was so incredible
that a little tingle of pleasure surged through her thighs again. Erica realized that that
fantastic-looking cock had gone very deep into her young cunt, deeper than she'd ever
imagined anything could go.
"Nice d-d-dog," she whispered, moving one leg under her. It trembled, but held her
weight as she got up. The white dog's shoulders came up past her knees, and the mere
size and weight of him would have frightened most people half-silly. Now, though, she
wasn't scared. She dared to dig her fingers into the thick fur behind his ears. The dog
lapped her leg and watched.
The crashing in the bushes scared the both of them. There was a flash of white, and the
dog who'd just taken her was gone. Panicked, Erica searched for her panties. She'd just
picked them up and crumpled them in her hands when Bobby burst into the grassy
opening where she'd just been fucked by the white dog.
"Where in hell have you..." He looked at her rumpled and tangled hair, at the skirt that
hung crookedly on her hips.
Her blouse was untucked, and two buttons were missing. She was wearing only one
sandal, and Bobby saw her try to hide the fact by slipping the bare foot behind her
other.
"Bobby... I... I," Erica gave a whine of despair. "I was raped!"
Two hours later, Bobby finally let her off in front of her house. He'd thrashed the
bushes for the so-called rapist, and had been properly horrified over what had
happened. Not that he knew what really happened – Erica hadn't told him that she'd
been raped by a dog. It had taken a lot of argument to keep Bobby from taking her to
the police. He wanted a posse to search for the guy. Erica guessed that there was a little
envy mixed in with her date's avid desire to bring justice on her assailant – the rapist
had gotten what she had refused to give him. Erica also knew that if Bobby ever figured
out that a dog had done it... well, he wouldn't have believed it was rape, that's all.
"You sure you're gonna be okay?"
"Yes. Thanks for being so sweet."
Bobby reached out for her hand. She had the distinct impression that he had become
excited by her being raped against her will in the bushes. She knew that he wanted her
more than ever now.
"What if..." He looked down, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
"That won't happen," she said, reading his thoughts. She couldn't very well tell him
that dog come wouldn't make her pregnant. Bobby added things up for himself and
gave her a smile of relief. Erica let him believe what she'd implied, that it was the wrong
time of the month for her to be worried about things like that.
"If you do get knocked up," Bobby went on, "I'll say it was my fault."
Though this noble gesture was obviously a lie, Erica squeezed his hand and gave him a
grateful kiss.
"You're sweet. Now I've got to go in." It wasn't until she was alone in her room that
she began to tremble. She wondered if crying might make her feel better, but tears
didn't come. She sat down on her bed and slowly undressed. While a tub was running,
she examined her poor, little cunt, gingerly touching the raw, torn edges of what had
been her hymen.
"God, he was big," she murmured, the words exciting her all over again. A dog had
fucked her as easily as if she'd been a female of the same species. It was just beginning
to sink in. "I lost my cherry, but to a dog! God, it's hard to believe."
And there was only one other person in the world to whom she would be able to
confess the incredible thing. Anyone else would think she was crazy, or perverted – or
both.
But Clare wouldn't. Clare would probably enjoy the whole story.


Chapter 4

"No kidding? You're not just trying to go me one better?" Clare's eyes were large and
bright as she pushed her dark hair back from her forehead, tilting her head like she
always did when she listened closely to anything Erica said.
"I wanted to ask you how you kept from going crazy when you realized what had
happened. You know, after Lucifer..."
"I did go crazy," Clare laughed. "A little bit anyway." She looked hard into Erica's eyes.
"But his white dog just climbed allover you while you were peeing? It happened just
like you said?"
"Yes. You're the only person I could ever tell it to."
"How do you feel now?"
"Sore." Erica touched a hand to the crotch of her cut-off jeans.
"When Lucifer got through with me, I was sore too. I was scared half to death when he
started dorking me, Erica. I guess you were too. But the longer it went on, the more I
felt that big red cock of his..." She bit her lip and hugged her thin arms tight around
her tummy.
"That's how I felt." Erica nodded eagerly. "I was scared, and then somehow I was
forgetting to be scared because of the way that thing felt inside me. God, he made a
mess of me. There was blood smeared all over the place and come and..." She took a
breath, held it a few seconds and let it out with a sigh. "The dog licked it all up though.
If Bobby hadn't come blundering through the bushes, no one would have ever known it
had happened. Damn! He would have to catch me with a sandal off and my clothes all
twisted around."
"He won't tell, not since he thinks it was some guy."
"You don't think he will?"
"Nope." Clare smiled. "Now he'll just try all the harder to get the same thing. He
probably went home and beat his cock while imagining you getting raped. If I know
Bobby, he wishes he had been our mysterious rapist."
"It's funny, but I think I prefer the dog." Erica trembled. "And that was scary enough."
"Scary, yes. But didn't it get you to thinking?"
"What do you mean?" Erica remembered how her black-haired friend had come
through her trauma with Lucifer without any harm to her mind. In fact, the day after
the groundskeeper's dog had forced her to submit, Clare had awakened as horny as
ever, maybe even hornier. Just thinking about the black dog and the white dog, and the
way her cunt had been speared so lusciously by that animal prick, made Erica's skin
flush.
"You know exactly what I mean," Clare giggled. "Look at you! Your face is red and
your palms are wet, and I'll bet you're wet somewhere else too."
It was true, and Erica's lowered eyes gave her away. This was all Clare needed to
confess what she'd been thinking for the past week.
"It's driving me crazy to know that that big, beautiful dog is alone every night, and I'm
in my bed as hot as a firecracker. Of course, I can't ask Phil if I could play with him or
anything. He knows what Lucifer likes, and he'd suspect right off that I know too."
"You mean you'd actually let it happen again?"
"I know it sounds awful, Erica, and I don't want you to think badly of me. But I think I
would. Scary as it was feeling a dog's cock inside my pussy, I'm about to go crazy for
wanting it again. Is it so hard to understand?"
"It's wrong." Erica shivered. "I'm trying not to I think of the good part. For a human
girl to do it with a dog is SO wrong that people don't even talk about it."
"I know a guy who said he saw a magazine once about girls doing it with dogs."
"It's still wrong." Erica had been sitting on the floor of her friend's room, but now she
got up and walked nervously to the window.
Fate would have it that the first thing she saw on the lawn below was Lucifer. Phil, the
groundskeeper, was tossing sticks, and the big black dog loped after them and brought
them back to his master.
"What are you watching so intently?" Clare asked, coming up beside her.
Erica blushed and turned quickly away. "Nothing, nothing at all." She was ready for
more teasing from Clare, but her friend just stared out the window, licking her lips in a
sensual way.
"Was the white dog who got you in the woods as big as Lucifer?"
"Damn it Clare, I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, you are spending the night with me this Friday, aren't you?"
"I... I guess so." Erica took a deep breath and held it. Why couldn't she make her mind
work? Why couldn't she get rid of the memory of that white monster? That furry brute
had forced her to cower on hands and knees while he speared her virgin cunt with his
big, red cock!
By Friday, Erica was a bad case of nerves. She'd been jumpy and irritable with her folks
and had fallen behind in History, her favorite school subject. She'd managed not to
think of sex at all, even when Bobby gave her knowing looks in the hall. He was
making a big deal about keeping her secret, and she knew he would expect payment
some day.
To hell with him! Erica was tired of all the games she'd played with schoolmates. Only
her friend Clare seemed to see through things. She felt comfortable with Clare, and
though she had misgivings about spending the night at the big estate again, she had to
have a little relief from the daily grind. When she visited with Clare, it was like having
the run of a big country club. Clare's father had given her the use of his car, and when
the last class was over on Friday, Erica rode with her towards the big home with her.
"My folks are going out of town for the weekend, a business deal Daddy's working on.
He's taking Mom along for the fun of it."
Clare could almost guess what was running through her best friend's mind. She wished
she could make her heart stop beating so fast. Erica certainly had no intention of doing
anything strange this time.
After they'd fixed themselves supper, Clare suggested that they go for a swim. The pool
was inviting, Erica admitted, and though she'd brought no swimming things with her,
her friend loaned a bikini that almost fit.
Erica was more fleshy than Clare; so the tiny halter top of red satin overflowed with her
firm, young tits. Her nipples were just barely covered, and the sensation of being nearly
naked couldn't help but be exciting. The bottom part fit her the same way, barely
hiding the crack of her ass and her plump, sparsely haired mound.
They swam around awhile, then Clare brought something to drink from the house.
With the pool lights on and both of them slightly drunk on expensive cognac, Erica
began to forget her worries of the past week. She'd just filled her glass for the third time
and wobbled to the edge of the pool when Clare climbed to the diving board and began
to untie the top of her bikini.
"Whoooo," she called, "I think I'll go skinny dipping."
The top, then the bottom of Clare's bikini hit the water and sank. Erica felt her own
heartbeat quicken. It was daring, even though the pool and grounds were private.
Clare's long, pale legs and thin arms seemed to accentuate the rounded beauty of her
ass and the soft, innocent tits that quivered on her chest with the slightest move. If
Erica hadn't known how naughty her friend could be, she would never have guessed
that the willowy teenager on the diving board was capable of anything more taboo than
soaping her clit in the bathtub. Clare had gone farther that that, she reminded herself.
"Why don't you take yours off too?" Clare asked, hooking a foot behind her knee. She
dove and swam over to Erica, who kicked her toes in the water.
"I'm so drunk," Erica giggled. "I might not find them again."
"I feel like a little walk," Clare murmured, "in the dark."
"Clare, don't you think it would be better to hang around close to the house?" Her
words were lost because Clare was already heading for the gate, ass switching daintily
from side to side. The wet curls of her cunt glistened under her mound as she let
herself out through the gate, and was gone from sight.
Erica dragged herself to a standing position. It wasn't easy to walk in a straight line, but
she thought she should watch after her best friend. She found Clare under a tree
mumbling something. When Erica drew close, she saw that it was Lucifer to whom her
friend was talking. As Clare whispered affectionately into the dog's ear, her long fingers
searched under his belly.
"He'll come with me now," Clare said, slurring her words.
The paleness of her skin so close to the coal-black animal made Erica's heart pound.
She couldn't argue. Clare was running back towards the pool, Lucifer bounded happily
behind her. Erica heard music from the groundskeeper's bungalow. She only hoped he
wouldn't miss his dog and come searching for him. She headed back to the pool. She
pushed through the gate and found Clare kneeling before the big black dog. The
nipples of her breasts stood out sharply where Lucifer had licked them.
"Clare, do you really think you should be..."
"Who's thinking?" Clare laughed shrilly. Her painted nails stroked the furry sheath
where the big dog's cock throbbed so hotly and slickly.
Erica saw the tip peek out, then inch by inch the shaft extended. Clare licked her lips as
she watched the miracle take place before her eyes.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Erica had never thought of a dog's prick as being beautiful, but for the first time she
understood what Clare was getting at. The shape seemed to be perfectly designed to
slide into a female body.
"It's so hot," Clare went on, her fingertips touching Lucifer's cock and coming away
with smears of juice. "Hot and pre-lubricated." This sent her into gales of laughter. She
really was feeling the booze.
So was Erica. Lucifer cast his eyes in her direction and she bit her bottom lip.
"I think he wants you to play with us," Clare said.
"I don't want to."
"Look how he likes this." Clare was jacking the dog's sheath in the same way Erica had
played with Bobby Baxter's hard prick the night of their date. Lucifer growled
appreciatively and pumped his haunches as the knob at the tip of his cock grew larger.
Erica picked up her glass again and pretended disinterest, but she found herself
wandering dangerously to where Clare had pushed Lucifer onto his back on a beach
blanket. As she scratched his balls and belly, she cooed sexily in the animal's ear.
"I think he wants to be seduced," Clare whispered, her voice husky with mock
wickedness.
"Clare, if you weren't my best friend, I'd say you were demented."
Clare seemed oblivious to Erica's admonishment. She straddled the big black dog and
nuzzled into the dark fur under the animal's neck. Lucifer pawed the air happily, his
cock fully extended now. Whenever Clare lowered her cunt so that the angry tip
brushed her blooming pussylips, Lucifer hunched.
"Ohhh, he remembers! I think he likes me better than that silly little redhead."
"Clare!"
"A dog's cock is lots hotter than a man's."
"Clare, for God's sake..."
"Come feel it Erica, come on."
Erica swigged cognac and tried not to pay attention, but the sounds drew her eyes back.
There, in the middle of the blanket, a scene was taking place that would curl the hair of
most anyone. After her run-in with that white dog, Erica had been weakened. She
plopped down on the grass a few feet away. She was panting when she watched Clare
reach back and caress Lucifer's balls. Her fingers smoothed his slick cockshaft, and she
held it delicately between thumb and finger, squeezing him just behind his swollen
knob. Gingerly, Clare eased her dripping cunt back. She was perched on her knees, one
on each side of the dog's body, her face pressed between his front paws.
"Yes, baby, ohhhh yes!"
The barb fit against her outer lips, and Lucifer laughed. The wet sound Erica heard was
that of the tip forcing her friend's inner folds outward. Another jerk seemed to start at
the dog's shoulders and move along his spine as he brought his hindquarters up from
the blanket and curled them forward. This time his cocktip disappeared with a hot
quishy sound, and Clare rocked her hips furiously, her muscles squeezing down
convulsively around the prize her cunt had captured.
Erica had never seen a girl get fucked by a dog so closely before. She'd felt it happening
to her that night in the woods, though, and seeing Clare's tight pussy stretching out as
more of Lucifer's prick penetrated it brought the whole experience back with cuntthrobbing 
vividness.
"That's how my cunt looked when that white dog was..." Erica drank more cognac. She
looked around guiltily as if someone might be watching her and Clare.
Clare seemed wonderously free of worry. Her trim hips moved over the dog as she
varied the depth of his penetrations by raising and lowering herself. She let Lucifer lick
her shoulders as she hugged him from above, and her cunt bulged out on each side
where the animal's thick cock was filling her.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh God, that's heaven!"
Even the swing of Lucifer's balls added to Erica's excitement. They were flattened back
on his body, as he was upside down. But Erica could imagine how slick they must feel
inside their little sac. Before she could stop herself, she'd reached out and curled her
fingers around the two of them, squeezing gently while the dog's haunches worked up
and down. His red cock was pushing deeper in Clare's adolescent pussy. Already her
juices spilled out from around the edges of her cunt.
"Nhhuuhhh, ohhh good doggeeeee! Ohhhh, fuck me good, Lucifer, fuck me good!"
Being on top gave Clare control of the situation, and Erica saw how frenzied her
friend's movements were becoming. Her slender back dipped sharply downward, then
humped high. She worked her cunt in slow circles, then snapped it down as Lucifer
gave her every last inch of his feverish prick.
"Ghhhhaaahh," Clare moaned, her eyes drunk with the carnal pleasure.
Erica pulled her hand away from Lucifer's balls, ashamed for having touched him at all.
She knew she was drunk too, but more than just drunk – a flame seared her insides.
Her cunt ached. It ached from emptiness.
"Faster, ohhhh Lucifer, do it faster!" Clare's voice trembled with emotion as her eyes
squinched tight. Her white belly was pulled in under her ribs, and her long, red nails
were buried in the scruff of Lucifer's neck.
The two of them rolled over, clinging together so that the dog came out on top, Clare's
slender legs locked over his back. The dog braced his hind legs for power, and Clare
pulled her ass up off the blanket by squeezing her scissored thighs harder. Under the
big dog's body, Erica could see his cock spearing deep into her friend's young cunt. He
slammed in a frenzy of fucking that brought trembling gasps from Clare's throat.
"... ohhh... yessss... ohhhh God, God, ghhhuuuhhh!"
Hanging free under the dog's body, Clare's white ass lurched and danced. The red cock
sucked in and out, in and out until Erica thought she was going to scream. Her own
cunt was leaking juice into the tight-fitting crotch of her bikini, and she was fighting the
urge to finger herself. She wanted to run, run away from all this wickedness, yet the
wickedness itself kept her there.
Clare was coming. Her mouth hung slackly open and she pumped her hips as if
everything in the world depended on it. The juice coated Lucifer's underbelly and balls,
and dripped to the blanket under them. Erica watched with astonishment as the
muscles around the edge of Clare's cunt convulsed. Her friend's clit stood out from the
glistening folds of her body, reaching for the furry friction that Lucifer's humping was
giving.
"Yaahhhhhh!" Clare screamed, her back arching high off of the blanket as the ecstasy
filled her. The dog's cock kept sliding in and out, but Erica saw no sign of spilled come
until at last her friend stopped writhing and fell limply from where she'd clung to the
strong dog's underbody. Lucifer's cock came free with a pop, and Erica saw that no
stringy white stuff clung to the tip. He hadn't spurted yet, and he was looking at her!
Erica ran unsteadily towards the house. She heard Lucifer's toenails click on the tile
patio behind her. She didn't quite get the screen door closed before his head was inside.
She ran on, stumbling through the dark rooms, trying to find the stairs.
She had made it to the second floor landing when Lucifer's teeth hooked in the bottom
of her bikini and broke the ties. She felt her ass being licked, and then she was on her
knees, whimpering weakly. The dog's tongue was so hot! It slurped tightly against her
cunt and up over her asshole. She panted shamelessly, her mind reeling, her tits
glowing with a strange excitement.
"Noo... no... bad dog. Don't, don't lick me like that... Uhhhnnnn!" It was no good. The
big dog wasn't going to listen to her anyway. Erica's head crashed into the hallway wall
from the shock.
There was enough light coming from Clare's bedroom to illuminate Lucifer's cock. It
was as shiny-slick as ever, and not an inch of it had retracted into the furry sheath. He
humped his haunches and the spear bobbed stiffly. Erica pushed her blonde hair out of
her eyes and crawled backwards as she watched him.
Lucifer bumped her with his shoulder, and she rolled onto her back. Like lightning, his
muzzle plunged between her thighs and she felt his hot nose opening her cuntlips. The
velvet-soft folds parted to let his tongue suck her juice. Erica pulled at the dog's ears,
but he didn't stop licking her, nibbling at her. He was eating her pussy in a way that
made her feel wild and animal-like. With a whine of surrender, she fell back, knees
opened to let the beast do what he wanted.
Every lick made her fever surge. Her tits had both popped over the edge of her bikini
top, and she thumbed the nipples while the dog feasted on the dainty young meat of
her cunt. Every fold was pumped up to its maximum plumpness, and her clit seemed
especially sensitive.
"Nhhuuhh, ohhhh, ohhhh that's incredible! Ohhhh God, I can't stop you... I couldn't
even if I did have the strength."
But she did have the strength to crawl again, and she made it inside Clare's bedroom
and onto the bed. The dog followed, his eyes never leaving hers. It was as if he had her
in his spell and knew it. Erica was ashamed, but she knew it too.
"You devil," she breathed, lying on the bed so that her cunt hung at the edge of the
mattress. The bed was a low one, so when Lucifer mounted between her open thighs,
his cock was perfectly aligned with her cunt. He drove quickly at her, the head slipping
into the circle of her muscled opening before she expected it to.
Erica squealed and tossed her head. She was shocked, sullied and wicked, but the dog's
excited plunging was burying his thick shaft deeper ever second. Her cunt seemed so
hungry! Her juicy folds slurped tightly around the hot meat as she worked her ass up
and down on the edge of the bed.
The black dog's hind paws scratched against the rug as he drove himself forward. He
was licking her tits as he fucked her, and the hot, wet friction over her nipples was
exquisite. She wallowed them back and forth so he'd wet both pink nubs. As if he
sensed she wanted more, Lucifer closed his jaws down on one tit, but not bard enough
to hurt. Just the feel of those dangerous fangs sinking into her smooth, white flesh of
her titty caused Erica to grunt deep in her throat. She pumped her hips wildly as the
dog's barb penetrated her. The heat of it, the sharpness of it! She babbled and
squirmed, fingers digging hungrily into the dog's furry coat.
"Hhyyuuhhhh," she gasped, nuzzling him, hugging him, fucking her ass in furious
circles as the thickness filled her.
Heavy paws raked her flesh, and yet were gentle enough not to hurt her. She twisted
one way and then the other, her insides being gouged and raped by that hot, swollen
barb that seemed so perfect for fucking.
"Ohhhhh yessss! Ohhhh, I can't believe it!" Her mind was awash with the reality of
what she was doing. She had a dog between her legs! A squirming, humping dog! The
dog's cock was so very deep inside of her juicy cunt!
"I'd stop him if I could. I wouldn't even let it happen if I had the strength."
But her ass was telling another story. She wriggled with the delirious hunger of a 
sexstarved female. She knew that somehow Lucifer's cock was right for her pussy! It fit
right, felt right, and was making her cry out as the itchy tingle grew more intense.
The dog's tongue wet her mouth, and she opened her lips and let him lick deeper.
Kissing him like that, she dug her fingers into his rear haunches as if to make him fuck
her harder.
"Uhhh, I want it Lucifer! I want it so bad!"


Chapter 5

Erica tasted blood where she bit her lip. Her cunt was becoming very plump – very,
very tight. Lucifer could feel the change as the friction intensified, and the in-and-out
plunging of his cock became more devastating to the both of them.
"Doggeeee," Erica gasped, "you're gonna make me come!"
The sound of their fucking was as juicy as it had been when Erica had watched Clare.
The sounds matched the inward stabbing of the red and quivering prick, and the slow
withdrawal tingled when she felt that bulging cockhead come almost all the way out of
her.
"Ghhooood," she babbled, the ecstatic glow surging again. She was dangling on the
border and knew that any second it would happen. Any second now, Lucifer would give
just the right flurry with his powerful hips, and she'd plunge into the lovely chasm of
total pleasure. Did she want it now? Or could she wait another moment to enjoy the
furious thrills that kept her hanging?
"Ohhh, I wish it would last forever!"
The dog kissed her again and she kissed him back. It wasn't really like kissing, not like
kissing a boy anyhow, but somehow the dog sensed that her soft mouth was sensitive
too. He excited her as best as he could. It was plenty good enough for Erica. Her neck
and cheeks were wet from the affectionate lapping, and she loved the way his body felt
as it pressed against her young tits.
She had her heels hooked on the edge of the mattress, knees thrown as far apart as she
could get them. The big, black dog took advantage of her vulnerability by ramming
forward, digging his hind paws in for power.
Erica's passion matched his. She dug her heels into the dog's ass to make him stab her
deeper, harder, faster. That stiff, red cock was stroking pure pleasure through her body,
a kind of pleasure that wiped all other thoughts from her mind, pleasure that
threatened to drive her insane with wanting more.
Erica was coming. The throes built steadily through the muscles of her thighs and made
her belly heave. Then her cunt convulsed much like Clare's had done. She could feel
the squeezing spasms pulling at Lucifer's big prick.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhh!" Erica whimpered, coming gloriously. Her ass seemed to move
with a fury of its own. She bucked and writhed under the black dog's strong thrusts.
His hot cockhead pressed deeper than before, and she felt a quivering pressure against
her womb.
The next thing she felt was Lucifer's hot jism. It spewed and jetted into her smoldering
cunt as the dog yipped excitedly, his ass moving in a flurry of jerking movements that
rubbed Erica's clit into a white-hot bead of ecstasy.
In his excitement, Lucifer closed his jaws on the front of Erica's throat. By now, though,
she knew he wouldn't hurt her. In fact, the rubbing sharpness of his fangs made her
squirm more convulsively as his cock boiled hot cream into her pussy.
"Yuuhhh, ohhhhh it's s-s-so good!"
With a tremor that seemed to run down his entire body, the dog slowed his instinctive
fucking movements. Erica could feel that spongy-firm crown raking at her slick insides.
Hot come leaked down the front of the bed. The sound between her thighs was a
sloppy, sucking sound of animal sex, and she writhed like a snake as thrill after thrill
jolted through her.
She cried out when Lucifer's cock came loose from her cunt. He limped to a corner,
where he curled up to lick his raw cocktip. His jism had filled her to overflowing, and
though some of it was dripping out, Erica felt her muscles closing as if to keep the
potent stuff inside of her.
Erica didn't have the strength to get up, but when she heard Clare's voice, she jerked
upright and clamped both hands over the swollen, seeping wound that Lucifer's prick
had made.
"So that's what you do," Clare grinned. "Steal my doggy lover before he has a chance to
finish, and tire him all out." Erica was helpless before her friend's mischievous gaze.
There was nothing she could say about Clare's perversion now.
"Clare... I... I don't know what to..."
"Come on, I'll help you clean up." Clare took Erica's hand. "Looks like old Lucifer gave
you enough come for three or four litters."
Though Clare's humor meant well, it only made Erica start feeling wicked again. She'd
forgotten about right and wrong while the dog had fucked her, but now, with his thick
curds leaking down her thighs and the feel of his saliva on her tits and cheeks, Erica
wanted to cry.
"We'd better never let Phil find out what we're doing with his dog," Clare said, starting
a tub. "He might start getting ideas about us himself."
"You said your father would get rid of him in a moment if..."
"Oh, calm down, I was just kidding." Clare lifted an eyebrow. "If I ever had a notion to
play with good old Phil, I certainly wouldn't tell Daddy anyhow."
"Clare, I feel so nasty. The first time it happened, I couldn't do anything about it. This
time I finally ended up wanting it. I really wanted Lucifer to stick his..." She sobbed and
hid her face in her hands.
"Come on and take this bath," Clare said, petting her shoulder, "you'll feel better
afterwards."
When she'd washed and toweled herself dry, Erica went back downstairs with Clare.
Her head ached from all the cognac she'd had, and when her friend handed her a cold
beer and two aspirin she looked up in surprise.
"Go on, it'll make you feel better instantly."
Clare was right about that. Not fifteen minutes later, the aspirin had picked her up, and
the beer had taken the edge off the beginning of a hangover.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Just a little after ten. I put Lucifer out. But he's been whining around the door, so I
think I'm going to have to let him in again." Clare looked worried.
Since worry rarely passed over her face, Erica was worried too. "Do you think Phil is
going to start wondering?"
"Don't know. But apparently old Lucifer isn't satisfied. Maybe he needs some more
action. You know, if we really tire him out he'll have to go home to sleep it off."
"What do you mean by that?" It wasn't as funny as Clare thought it was, Erica thought.
"Oh, you wouldn't have to do anything, since you're so upset about what he just did to
you."
"I really am upset," Erica admitted. "I'm so mixed up."
"I was mixed up too," Clare smiled to herself, "for awhile, but after thinking about it, I
think I prefer a dog to some goony guy with all sorts of dumb, chauvinistic ideas about
a woman's place."
"In other words, you don't want to get involved." Erica was forever being surprised by
Clare's opinions, but she had to admit that she was intrigued by her best friend's
reasoning.
"Something like that," was Clare's reply.
The sound of scratching made both of them turn to the kitchen.
"I'd better let him in," Clare announced, hurrying off. In a moment, she returned,
fingers hooked through Lucifer's collar.
The black dog eyed both girls hungrily, and Erica trembled as his eyes passed over her.
She was wearing only a robe that Clare had loaned her, and she felt as vulnerable as
when the animal had forced her down on the stairs.
"Most guys would've been totally out of it by now," Clare said, patting Lucifer proudly.
"But not this horny black devil. He's just itching to stick it to us again."
"Not me! I never want to do it again in my life..." Erica had to stop because she was so
close to tears. She realized that she had a storm of guilt and confusion still brewing
inside of her, yet her hot, little cunt felt very comfortably fucked. She touched it,
noticing how tender it was after being penetrated so deeply.
A strange look had come to Clare's face. "You know, I was just wondering what it
would be like suck a dog's cock."
"Clare!"
"I never even did that to a boy."
"Sometimes I can hardly believe I'm hearing you right."
"Come on Lucifer," Clare said, pulling his collar again. "I'm going to wash you up and
see how you like it."
Erica sat alone in the room for as long as she could stand it, but the aspirin and beer
had done all there was to be done with her head. The next thing she had to do was deal
with her curiosity.
She went up the steps quickly and found Clare in the bathroom. She'd soaped Lucifer's
cock and was scrubbing the sheath and the raw, red shaft and tip. The dog seemed to
like it. He panted happily, his erection thickening even as Clare massaged the lather
back and forth over his flesh.
"You really are?"
Clare shrugged. "Why not? He's certainly as clean as we are, and he's probably cleaner
than most guys I've gone out with."
"But..."
"And besides, after feeling this fantastic thing inside me," Clare murmured, her voice
husky with desire, "I've wondered how it would be to lick it."
The red tip of Lucifer's cock swelled as she said this, and Erica watched her friend's
long fingers curl tightly under the strangely shaped knob. Yes, she had to admit that
she was excited, very excited. Though she couldn't imagine doing anything like that
herself, the thought of her best friend doing it made her cunt run hot again.
Clare splashed all the soap off of Lucifer, patted him dry and led him into her bedroom.
By now Erica's heart was about to jump out of her chest. She was remembering all the
stories she'd heard girls whisper at school – girls who'd never really so much as
touched a boy's cock, much less sucked it. Rumors always got started about some
couple who'd been going steady together for a while, and it was usually assumed that
the girl was going down for the guy.
Erica had spent long hours imagining just how this might be in reality. In the
beginning, she'd been disgusted at the mere thought of having a boy's hard, hot cock
sliding back and forth across her tongue. Now there was another emotion that began to
affect her. Erica couldn't really describe it. It had something to do with the shape of a
male cock, and the way a woman's mouth seemed made to fit perfectly around
something like that. Then, after touching Bobby Baxter's erect prick, she remembered
how spongy and firm it had seemed – something a girl could bite on and tongue-tease.
She shuddered, her feelings still mixed enough to make her feel uncomfortable with
such ideas.
"Ohhhh look, Erica," Clare sighed, "he knows what I'm about to do." Clare had rolled
the big black dog over on the bed and was bending over him, perched on her hands
and knees. As she breathed on his red prick, the dog began to pump his haunches and
whimper miserably.
Clare wrapped her long fingers around his slippery cock, and with the flat of her
tongue, began to tease the dog. She was licking the knob, just edging the flared ridge
with gentle, slurpy licks. Lucifer quivered and hunched violently. Clare scolded him for
squirming around so much, and didn't lick him again until he was very still.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, daring to let her lips squeeze the dog's cock now. Between
them, Erica could see her pink tongue flicking back and forth like a snake might do.
Every flick made Lucifer jerk. His prick was supersensitive. Clare was panting hard as
she excited him.
"God, Clare, you're the craziest person I know."
"Being crazy is fun," her raven-haired friend said, turning her face up. She licked her
lips, then making a tight O, pushed down slowly over the barb of Lucifer's hot prick.
The dog whimpered and lurched. He was trying to be still, but with Clare's velvety
mouth sucking down around his erection, he couldn't possibly maintain his stillness.
Erica told herself that she shouldn't stay and watch something like this. She didn't
approve of it for herself, so why should she condone it for her best friend? But all these
arguments were abstract. The reality of the scene was far too intense and erotic for her
to be sensible. The sound of Clare's mouth sucking around the dog's cock as she slid
over it, the musky aroma of Clare's cunt and of her own added to the sexy atmosphere.
The sight of Lucifer's thick, red cock jutting out of the furry sheath under his belly and
disappearing between Clare's pretty lips was enough to make anyone want to stay and
watch. Erica panted as she watched her friend's technique.
"Uhhmmmmm," Clare cooed, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Uhmmm,
yuuhmmmm!"
"Oh, Clare, you should see yourself."
Clare just smiled, her mouth still fastened tight and wet around the big dog's prick. Her
saliva ran down in beads as she began to bob her head faster. Lucifer began to yip and
make strange sounds. Clare stopped sucking him and gently removed her lips from the
head of his cock. Erica put a hand to her mouth as she saw Lucifer's prick, which was
pumped up into a blunt, sharply defined knob that pulsed rhythmically.
That was what happened when a dog got it really deep inside a girl's cunt! Now she
realized why she'd felt so strange when the white dog had fucked her. A feverish thrill
coursed down the length of her body and seemed to burn into her cunt.
"That's how they make sure their cum will go into the right place," Clare said. Her eyes
were wide too. It was obvious that she hadn't expected Lucifer's cock to get that big.
"Remember how you were caught on him?" Erica breathed, her eyes never leaving that
dark plum of cockmeat for an instant.
"Yeah... it really feels weird." Clare grinned, saliva shining on her chin. "And SEXY."
"It could hurt a girl if she wasn't big enough."
"Did it hurt you?" Clare wanted to know.
"Uhh... well, not exactly."
"I thought so," Clare giggled. "You liked it, right? To feel that thing getting jammed
inside you as it pumped up? Knowing you were caught on Lucifer's cock? Knowing you
were caught until his cream had filled you up to overflowing?"
"Oh, stop talking like that, Clare," Erica moaned, hugging her tits. She was tingling
between her thighs, tingling something awful. She thought of rubbing her overheated
vulva. She thought of how Lucifer's big cock had felt inside her only moments before.
She also remembered how incredible it had been to get raped by the white dog. His
cock had swelled in the same way, making her cunt stretch deep inside until the two of
them were one.
"Look in my drawer, will you?' Clare asked. "The second one down."
Erica went dazedly to her friend's dresser and looked in the second drawer. She didn't
know what she was supposed to be searching for until her fingers touched a small foil
packet under a pile of panties. She knew at once that inside the little package was
something she'd never had the opportunity to see before.
"Go ahead and tear it open." Clare was massaging Lucifer's cock, giving it an occasional
lick too. She hadn't lowered her mouth down around that ripe plum of his cockhead,
though.
The pre-lubricated condom slipped out into Erica's palm and she shivered, knowing
what something like that was meant for. She handed it to Clare and watched her press
the transparent latex membrane to the tip of the dog's cock and roll it down.
"I just don't think I'm quite ready to drink his cum. I don't know if I'd let a boy spurt
in my mouth either. They say that Trixy Matthews does it for her guy all the time."
Clare shrugged. "I guess I'm afraid it might taste weird."
Erica was breathing rapidly as she watched the way Lucifer's huge cock showed through
the super-thin membrane. The dog's cock was already wet with his own juices and
Clare's spit, so when the pre-lubricated skin was rolled down over him, it seemed
almost as though his cock wasn't sheathed by anything.
"There, now he can come whenever he wants!"
Clare lowered her wet mouth over the dog's cocktip again, and Erica could see her
tongue flicking, teasing, playing with the lumpy underside of the dog's shaft. Lucifer
started howling, his hips lurching violently again, but Clare didn't try to make him
keep still. She just let him fuck in and out of her mouth. The flesh bulged under her
chin, telling Erica that she was using her tongue a lot too.
"I don't think I can watch this any longer," Erica moaned to herself. Though she'd just
been fucked, her cunt was already aching for more. She was even dreaming of how it
would be to push Clare away and jump on top of the big black dog and fit her cunt
down over his rubber-sheathed prick and wiggle like crazy as it slipped up into her.
Erica gave a little sob and shook her head. What was happening to her? She was losing
all sense of right and wrong.
"Mmmmm," Clare moaned, bobbing her head as the dog's haunches picked up speed.
He was quivering, fucking her mouth with rapid, frantic thrusts. The sloppy sound of
her sucking him was enough to make a flood of juice drip out from between Erica's
cuntlips and trickle down her thigh. With a groan of despair, she sunk a finger into the
drippy tissues and wiggled it deeply enough to find her clit. It was a knot of tension,
and she began to massage it as her hips moved forward and back.
Lucifer yipped again, and the look on Clare's face told Erica that something was
happening. The dog was convulsing, his eyes glazed, his tongue hanging out as his
haunches quivered and jabbed. There was a strangling sound as his knobbed tip was
driven to the back of Clare's throat. Clare quickly regained control and pulled her lips
back a little, but the sudden frenzy of the dog had been enough to put him over the
line. He was yelping pitifully as his balls unloaded into the rubber. Clare licked him
through the thin layer of latex, urging his cream to pour out. Erica could see his
cockshaft surging as flood after flood of thick cream was pumped up the length of his
erection and into the tip of the condom.
Clare held the dog's hips still as she raised and lowered her head over him. She had
control and liked it, and a smile showed at the corners of her mouth as she let his cock
slide deep, then pulled back until just that bulging knob was being teased by her teeth.
"Wow," she said at last, popping free. Lucifer's prick looked like a tomato about to
burst, and the end of the rubber sagged down heavily. Inside it, Erica could see the
milky curds of the animal's seed.
"God, it smells weird," Clare breathed, easing the condom off of the dog and holding
the open end up to her nose. She swung it playfully as if to hand it to Erica.
"'No thanks, I know what it smells like." Erica was looking at Lucifer's cock. It shocked
her that that thing had actually been inside of her body. But wasn't it really the second
dog cock that had first penetrated her young cunt? Wasn't fucking dogs getting to be a
habit?
"You don't look well, Erica." Clare put her hand on Erica's shoulder.
"I think I'm losing my mind. I just can't keep it together any more... I just can't."
"Why don't you lie down for awhile. I'll put Lucifer outside. He's not going to be worth
a damn after all this anyhow."
Even her best friend's matter-of-fact attitude seemed insane to Erica, talking about a dog
like it was the most natural thing in the world to fuck him. Erica buried her face in a
pillow and tried to calm herself, but her cunt was still contracting steadily, and her clit
burned with a passion. When she tried to sleep, she could feel furry bodies rubbing
hers. She could feel hot fangs sliding against her neck as she quivered from the
ravenous thrusts. Erica bit her lip and felt too weak to resist. So, fingering herself, she
let her imagination run wild, a pack of wolves hot on her trail.


Chapter 6

Erica picked up another magazine, leafed through it nervously and put it back on the
table. She'd never really found anything worthwhile to read while waiting to see a
doctor, and it seemed that shrinks were no different than a regular M.D. She fidgeted in
her chair, thinking about the afternoon classes she was missing. It didn't bother her
much, but even a few boring hours in school was better than this waiting.
If only she could have talked her mother out of it. Oh sure, her grades had gone to hell
alright, but she had promised to do better. If only her mom hadn't found the pint bottle
of brandy under the bed. Of course it was all blamed on Clare, poor Clare.
"Miss Jenkins?" The cool-looking receptionist smiled in her direction. "Dr. Meredith
will see you now."
Erica's knees felt weak as she crossed the waiting room and passed through the door
the receptionist held open for her. Dr. Meredith rose from behind his desk and greeted
her with a big smile and a warm and somewhat damp hand.
"Hello, Erica, won't you please sit down. Your mother has told me enough about you
so that it seems we've already met."
Erica gritted her teeth. She wondered if her mother had told him about her panting,
uncontrolled dreams at night, about the gasps and cries and wiggling. She was sure her
mom had caught her in the throes of a dream-like climax more than once, and she was
fairly certain that she'd babbled something about dogs at least once. No, her mother
was too straight-laced to admit something as unbelievable as that to a total stranger. She
probably hadn't believed it herself.
"Now, let's see if I've got the right information," the doctor began, leafing through a
folder. "If there's anything here that you disagree with, I want you to tell me." He
winked conspiratorially at her as if to let her know he was on her side. "Your grades
have been slipping, your mother tells me, and you seem to have a hard time
concentrating on anything much at all."
Erica nodded.
The doctor pursed his lips and read on. "I hear you've taken a liking to brandy." Dr.
Meredith grinned broadly. "I'll have to admit a liking for it myself sometimes."
Erica managed a smile to let him know that she appreciated his attempt at humor. In
actuality she was wishing she had a drink right now. The doctor seemed to sense her
mood exactly. He opened a drawer, produced a bottle and two glasses.
"This is cognac, but if you'd like to try some..."
Erica felt trapped for a moment, but the calm smile on the doctor's lips soothed her.
She nodded and took the glass he extended across the desk. The first burn of booze
helped. The second one made her feel human again.
"Now, your mother seems to think that you've got a problem with the friends you keep.
Namely one girl about your own age, a certain Clare Thompson?"
"None of this is Clare's fault," Erica burst out.
Dr. Meredith waved a hand to show her that he wasn't accusing her of anything, not
yet anyway. If only he knew, Erica thought, gulping more cognac. If only he knew the
truth.
"Your mother also thinks there's a problem with dogs." Erica's heart lurched. "She
thinks perhaps you've been frightened by one. In your dreams you seem to be moaning
something about being chased." The psychiatrist leaned back in his chair and swirled
his cognac. "Is that getting close to the facts, or am I all wet?"
"That's it," Erica said quickly, "I was scared by a dog. I told you it didn't have anything
to do with Clare."
"Still, your mother has forbidden you to see your friend for the past three weeks, am I
right?"
Erica nodded again.
"Let's leave your friend out of it for now, then. Why don't you tell me what happened
to make you start needing a drink in the middle of the day." Dr. Meredith leaned
forward as if to impart a secret. "And all of us need a mid-day drink from time to time,
so please don't feel guilty about it."
Erica wondered if the good doctor knew when one of his patients was lying. Not that it
mattered. She couldn't very well tell him the truth. She couldn't ever tell anyone the
truth.
"I was in the woods one time."
"Alone?"
"Yes, I was on a date, but wandered off." She swigged the rest of the cognac from her
glass, but Dr. Meredith made no move to refill it for her. "This dog... he was very big.
He came at me."
"You say he came at you. Was he angry?"
"He growled. He tried to bite me." Erica felt her face flush with the lie. "He chased me
and I fell down and hurt myself."
"Did the dog attack you then?"
"I... I think my date must have scared him off." Erica licked her lips. She couldn't tell
whether the psychiatrist had swallowed her tale or not, but there wasn't really any
reason for him to doubt her, was there? "Since that time, I just can't ever seem to
relax."
"Understandable," Dr. Meredith said, getting up. He walked to the windows and turned
to face her again. "You'd be surprised at the phobias some of my patients develop.
Many are far stranger than the one you've just described. After all, a large dog can be
quite frightening to anyone." He winked at her again. "I've run from a few myself."
Erica looked down at her empty cognac glass. It was such a waste having to talk to this
shrink. She couldn't tell him anything, not really. It wasn't that she feared dogs. It was
that...
"I've got an idea," Dr. Meredith put his glass down on his desk. "We could try it on
your next visit if you'd like."
"What's that?"
Dr. Meredith's handsome face beamed. "The way to get over any unreasonable phobia
is to deal with it directly, a little at a time. Now I happen to own a dog, a big dog as it
turns out. He looks ferocious enough, but he's as gentle as a lamb. What I'd like to do
is let you be with him alone in one of my consulting rooms." He smiled again. "At first
there would be someone with you, if you so desired. My secretary would be the most
obvious choice, but if you wanted me to..."
"Alone with a dog?" Erica gasped. She felt sweaty and all quivery inside.
"You'd be surprised at how fast you'll get over your fears. Before long you'll realize that
most dogs are good-natured. I have a feeling your dreams will lose their fearful intensity
after your first session with Whitey."
"Whitey?"
"Oh yes, I forgot to mention my pet's name. Whitey. Is anything wrong?"
"No. I guess not."
Erica was red in the face, and she felt like running from the psychiatrist's office.
Instead, she let him put an arm on her shoulder. His touch wasn't as reassuring as he
thought it was.
"Fine. I'll tell my receptionist to make you an appointment for tomorrow afternoon at
this same time."
"Tomorrow!" Erica blurted.
"We might as well get started, don't you agree? You don't want to keep having bad
dreams, do you?"
He patted her again and beamed his agreeable smile. Erica didn't even feel the floor
under her feet as she left his office and went out into the street again.
She was still dazed when she got home, but the more she tried to think of how to get
out of returning to that shrink, the more she realized she was trapped. Now she could
only hope that the dog he called Whitey wasn't...
When Dr. Meredith's receptionist looked up from her work, Erica smiled. After all, she
had a couple of good slugs of cheap brandy in her tummy. So why shouldn't she smile?
Her mother hadn't discovered her new hiding place for the bottle, not yet anyhow.
"Go right on in, Miss Jenkins," the woman said.
Even through the heavy glow of the brandy, Erica's heart jumped in her chest, and her
breath was rapid and shallow. When she strode into Dr. Meredith's office and saw the
huge white dog sitting obediently by his master's desk, she almost collapsed.
"'There, there, nothing to worry about," the shrink said, leading he closer. "I want you
and Whitey to be good friends now. Shake hands with Erica, Whitey."
Somehow, Erica managed to put out her hand. The dog's paw was heavy. It WAS him!
She was almost certain of it – that was the white monster who'd first taken her in the
woods that night! She could almost feel his cock tearing at her cunt, thrusting violently
between her dripping, blood-smeared lips.
She followed the doctor and his dog down a hall and teetered dizzily at the doorway to
a small room. Was this real? Was it happening?
Dr. Meredith turned his smile on her. "I want you to consider this room as private as
your own bedroom at home. Our policy here is to allow each patient as much privacy
as he or she wants. We'll always knock before entering, of course, and you can even
lock the door from inside if you feel it absolutely necessary, though in this case I don't
see why..."
His voice droned on as Erica stared at the big, white dog. Did he know? All that stuff
about privacy and having the privacy of her bedroom at home – but no, he didn't really
know. His smile was too easy, his eyes too trusting.
"Would you like me to have Miss Bates sit with you awhile?"
"What?"
"Miss Bates, my receptionist. She'd be happy to stay a few minutes with you and
Whitey if you..."
"No. No, I guess not." She swallowed hard. "I think I'll be okay."
"I think you'll make tremendous progress," the psychiatrist said with a smile. "You can
push that button by the door if you need anyone."
With a shock, Erica realized that she and the white dog were alone. She looked at him
and then turned to the window. The dog followed her across the room as she pretended
to be looking at the waving tree branches outside.
"Stay away," she muttered, not daring to see what he was up to. A sniff of his nose
against her bare leg made her suck in a quick breath and lean against the window sill.
The dog knew her! He recognized her musky scent, and there was plenty of it for him
to recognize, because for some reason her panties were soaking wet with the juice that
was leaking from her cunt! She gave a whimper of confusion and spoke to the dog
without turning.
"You can't do anything to me in here, damn you!"
A wet nose brushed the back of her thigh as the dog eased his head under her short
skirt.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh God help me!"
The dog was licking her now. Why did it feel so wonderful? Why did her body thrill to
it so intensely? She tried to be good. She'd tried not to think of dogs, and then the
dreams came. Even when she wasn't messing around with Clare, she couldn't get that
black dog Lucifer off of her mind. And now the very dog who'd started it all!
"No! Stay away!"
She tried to push his head back, but the dog's teeth closed on her fingers. He wasn't
biting her, just holding her hand in his wet grip. Hot jolts of pleasure went up and
down her body. Those fangs, those sharp and lovely fangs! She was suddenly kneeling
in the woods again with her neck in the vise of his mouth!
There was a soft tapping at the door. Dr. Meredith's voice came through.
"Everything okay so far?"
A part of her wanted to scream out for him to get her out of there, to get her away
from this big white dog, but Whitey's tongue had just pressed up against the soppy,
nylon crotchband of her panties.
"Yes... just fine."
The doctor's footsteps went away down the hall. Whitey growled low and burrowed his
hot nose against her cunt.
The nylon sank into her mushy flesh and she heard herself panting loudly: "Ohhhh
God, ohhhh God!"
It had been almost a week since Erica had been near a dog. Her guilt had made her
half-sick, the tension building until she'd been driven to alcohol as a means for calming
her nerves. But with Whitey's hungry mouth so close to her young pussy, she realized
that booze was a very poor second when it came to soothing her.
"Damn you," she sobbed, feeling herself weaken inside.
The dog was nipping at her underwear now. She felt him take the silky thing between
his front teeth and jerk down. The skimpy panties were yanked half-off of her ass.
Making whining sounds in his throat, Whitey lapped hungrily at the perfectly rounded
swells of flesh, then he was licking between them and Erica almost fell to the thick
carpet. "Yuuuhhhhnoooo!"
"What am I going to do?" she whimpered. She looked toward the door, and at the
buzzer the doctor had told her about. She lurched weakly towards it. Her finger
trembled as she brought it close.
But under the back of her skirt, the big white dog had now peeled the sticky nylon
away from her cunt. His tongue slid wetly over the feverish, blooming folds. His saliva
mingled with her youthful, feminine juices. She shuddered as a sexy spasm went
through her. Her finger hovered over the call button, then slipped down to turn the
lock on the door.
"God, God, God," she gasped, sinking slowly to the rug. The big dog sensed her
surrender, burrowing more hungrily than ever into the sweet, swollen depths of her
cunt. Crawling on all fours, Erica made it halfway across the room before she felt the
weight of the animal's front paws on her back. Her blonde hair fell over the front of her
shoulders as he lunged. Her panties were tangled around her knees. Her bra felt tight
and full as the nipples of her tits pressed their swollen heat against the cotton cups.
"Nhhooo," she whimpered softly, knowing that the dog's fat cock had just smeared a
patch of juice across her left ass cheek. It was hot. It was big, and as Whitey widened
his hind legs and lunged again, his cock went against her cuntlips with a squishy sound.
Drool spilled from Erica's mouth and fell onto the rug. The dog sensed victory, and his
tongue slopped across the nape of her neck. He had her, had her like he'd had her in
the woods. His big fangs cut into her neck as he turned his head sideways to get a good
grip.
Erica felt his hot belly against her ass. She felt the convulsive thrusts as he humped his
back up and brought his haunches forward. His swollen cocktip plowed deeper into the
velvety-soft tissues of her cunt.
"He's... he's gonna fuck me!"
Another lunge made Erica's head flop. The dog's knobbed cock had stretched out the
ring of muscles that guarded her hole. She felt her body resisting the penetration, but
Whitey growled and bit her neck harder and jumped forward once again.
With a sucking sound of ravishment, her cunt opened around the dog's huge cock.
"Ghhhaaaa," Erica babbled, shoulders hunched as she braced her hands wider to keep
from falling forward.
Now that his cock had tasted the feverish wetness of her insides, Whitey wasn't about
to relent. He jabbed frantically, his haunches quivering with excitement as he tried to
get deeper. Erica's tight cunt was slipping down around the dog's thick cock. The
excruciating thrills made her feel like a dog herself – a bitch in heat who'd been
yearning for action. She groaned and rocked her hips from side to side as Whitey went
into a raging, fucking fit.
"Nhhuuh, huuuuuhhh, ohhhhh God damn!"
Weakly, her mind spinning with confusion, Erica crawled towards a low couch. She
stopped when her chest and arms lay on the cushions. The white dog had not broken
his rhythm for a second. His strong haunches plunged forward and back, is front paws
hooked over the front of her shoulders. He licked and chewed at her neck, never
hurting her, but never releasing the grip he had on her.
"Uhh, uhhhhh," Erica groaned, feeling his cock begin to swell.
It was so deep, so deep inside her small pussy! The dog's squirming told her that the
friction was excruciatingly pleasurable to him. She felt crammed full of dog cock! She
knew that if she struggled with all her might, that cock would stay jammed inside of
her until Whitey's foaming come had poured out.
"Whhhaaahhh," she sighed, giving in to the lust that raged like an inferno inside of her.
Her clit was extended now, and though she couldn't rub it against the dog's body, she
could wiggle it against the smooth leather cushion of the couch. Her juices spread
against the leather and made the rubbing more erotic.
Behind her she could feel the slamming, hungry lust of the big dog. It was exquisitely
sexy to be full of a hard, hot cock! She knew now why the dreams had haunted her –
no girl could get something so pleasurable off of her mind!
Sobbing with this sudden truth, Erica let her knees open wider on the rug, and let the
lunging, fucking dog drive more of his cock into her pussy.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh shit!"
Erica's eyes fluttered and closed, and then she was one with the dog. Her tits glowed,
trapped in the binding cups of her bra, but her cunt was totally exposed to Whitey's
lust. He worked his hindquarters and licked her neck, rubbing her until she felt the
itchy goodness of total ecstasy rising through her like a tide.
"Mhhuuhhh," she groaned, panting wildly as the tickle grew keener. She was moving
now, humping her back, squirming her plush hips furiously from side to side. The in
an-out jabbing of the raw, red dog cock brought her quickly to a state of trembling
anticipation. She almost wished that she could turn and take him on from the front.
She longed to feel his tongue and teeth on her tits. Erica sighed and let her emotions
go.
By now, the slurpy fucking was loud and as steady as a clock. Juicy fluid leaked down
her thighs. Her cuntlips were swollen, its spongy soft clasp completely surrounding the
big dog's cock as he drove it in.
"Nhhhuuhhh, gonna come now!" Erica whined, "gonna come good!"
She did. The passion climbed up her legs and burst in her belly as if the gates of heaven
had closed around her. She twitched and bucked on the stake of dog cock that was
thrust so deeply into her cunt. The stiff cock rubbed her delicate insides, making the
maddening tickle explode into shimmering sensations of pleasure.
Throb after throb of ecstasy made her writhe as Whitey's cock grew larger at the tip.
She could feel it swelling out and becoming ripe and hot. Then, like a peach being split,
it spilled its hot sap into her cunt.
Now the thrusting movements of their fucking grew wetter, slicker. That hot knob
actually began to glide up and down her cunt again, smearing the come along with it.
"Fuck... ohhhh fuck me, damn you!" Erica's adolescent hips lurched convulsively as she
pumped her ass up and down, pumped against the thick shaft of dog cock that
skewered her to the hilt every time Whitey drove forward.
Dazzling lights danced before her closed eyelids and she was panting, groaning, letting
it happen to her. Every spasm the dog felt, he bit her neck a little harder. Every spurt of
hot seed that entered her cunt seemed to excite her more. Then she was on the
downslope of her climax, breathing deep again, clinging to what few shreds of sanity
she had left.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh Jesus, that was so fantastic... so damned good!"
The dog was just twitching now, his load spilled out. Even his cock didn't seem quite so
large and firm as it had before.
"Let me up," she whispered, nudging the animal with her hips. His cock still felt very
nice inside her cunt, but with the return of her senses, she knew that she couldn't just
stay like that. She wasn't in her bedroom, or out at Clare's house – she was in a
psychiatrist's office, and the dog who'd just spurted her full of hot canine come
happened to belong to her shrink!
"That's a good boy," she gasped as she felt him trying to pull his cock from her pussy.
It was too tight a fit yet for her to free herself, but she got her breath and tried again.
This time the swollen barb came free of her clasping muscles with a pop, and the
creamy juice he'd filled her with was trickling down her thigh. She mopped at it with
her panties, realizing at once that there was far too much of it for her to clean up with
panties alone.
Whitey sat on his hind legs, licking his big cock. He looked so dog-like and innocent
that Erica gave a short laugh. She felt loose and good inside. She felt better than she
had in weeks! But she immediately felt guilty for feeling good about something as
perverse as this.
She somehow managed to sop up the come that the dog had spilled. She used the end
of a curtain to tidy herself the rest of the way. Her panties were too drenched to put
back on, so she stuffed them down in a crack of the couch, forcing them deep to make
sure someone wouldn't accidentally discover them while cleaning. Luckily, none of
Whitey's hot sperm had gotten on her skirt or blouse, and after wiping up a few
droplets from the rug, Erica was pretty sure that there was no evidence left in the room.
"You sure make it difficult for a girl," she said to the huge white dog who still licked at
his cock.
The cockhead had shrunk down in size, and almost all of his cockshaft had retracted
into its furry sheath. When he came over and started to nuzzle between her legs again,
she almost struck out with her fist. But something inside of her softened the feeling,
and she found herself digging her fingers in the fur of his neck. She went to unlock the
door, stepping out into the corridor. Dr. Meredith was coming towards her, that
benevolent smile plastered across his face.
"Well there, how are you doing with Whitey, my dear?"
Her face flushed, but Erica knew her doctor would never suspect the reason. It was just
too fantastic. She hardly believed it herself. Only the ache between her thighs and the
heady memory of the big dog plunging his cock to the hilt in her teenage cunt made
her know for sure that the fantastic sometimes did occur.
"I feel better," she admitted. She did feel better, but not for the reason the psychiatrist
thought.
"I'll arrange another session for you... let's say two days from now."
"Do you really think I need it?" She was blushing again.
"I think it would be wise. These problems have a way of flaring up again if you don't
watch out." The psychiatrist petted his dog. "And old Whitey here doesn't mind giving
his time for a good cause. In fact, I think he's taken a liking to you."
Whitey gave a whine, wagged his tail and pressed his head against Erica's leg. She
patted him and moved off before the doctor could see what was happening to the
animal's cock.
Erica was halfway home when a car pulled up beside her, and someone tooted. It was
Clare in her father's Lincoln, her head tied in long, dark braids.
"Hear you're going to a shrink," her friend said when Erica leaned against the door.
"Yeah. My mother heard me dreaming and figured out that I have a phobia about
dogs."
"Far out!" Clare had a good laugh. "I'd drive you home, but I know you're not allowed
to see me."
"My mother thinks you started me drinking. She doesn't know anything about the rest
of it." Erica slid into the front seat and closed the door behind her. "She won't know if
you let me off a block from the house."
"What I was hoping was that you might be able to come to my party." As Clare drove,
she leaned forward over the wheel, her long bare feet poised at the pedals. She looked
like a fashion model on her day off.
"Party?"
"Yeah." Clare's eyes sparkled. "With real boys. Wouldn't your mother...?"
"I don't think so. She doesn't trust me anymore." Erica bit her thumb. She did want to
go to Clare's party.
"I was going to fix you up with my cousin. Cal is a real good looker, and you two
would hit it off I'm sure." Clare's eyes grew mischievous. "Why don't you tell your old
lady that you're going somewhere else, like to spend the night with somebody else?"
"I guess it's worth a try. But if I get caught..."
"Anything that's fun is worth a little risk." Clare's eyes narrowed wickedly. "Don't you
agree?"


Chapter 7

Hoping to regain some kind of hold on normalcy again, Erica phoned Dr,. Meredith in
the middle of the week and postponed her appointment. Clare's party was the very next
night, and Erica hoped that her blind date would turn her on. She wanted to be an
average, boy-crazy girl, not some weird nymph of the woods who craved dogs and let
them do wicked things to her whenever she got the chance. Since her visit to the
psychiatrist, Erica had been yearning to be alone with Whitey or Lucifer. She'd even
begun to eye the German Shepherd across the street.
When Cal-Clare's cousin-picked her up at a drugstore downtown, Erica liked him right
away. He was handsome and easy-going, and seemed to go for her too. Her sex-starved
vibes must have alerted him, because on the way out to the party, Cal pulled off the
road and went farther than he had to, turning off on the old mountain road and into
the parking lot where Erica had had her first run-in with Whitey.
As old memories flooded back to excite her, Cal kissed her neck until she was
trembling and hot. His fingers searched under her dress, and she let him. She was
panting, hardly able to control herself. She knew that a girl shouldn't behave like this
on a first date, but she'd changed a lot during the last weeks.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh you shouldn't do that!" she gasped as Cal slid two fingers under the
damp crotchband of her panties.
"You're really wet, Erica. I think this must be love at first sight. I sure am crazy about
you..."
His mouth smothered her resistance. She writhed in his embrace, feeling his fingers
inching into her cunt as his thumb petted her clit into a fiery nub.
Erica tried to get hold of her emotions, but being at the same spot where Bobby had
taken her that night, and remembering how the white dog had knocked her over in the
bushes, excited her tremendously. Cal's two fingers were moving in and out of her slick
pussy, rubbing her into a frenzied fever of desire.
"Nhhhuuuhhh... ohhhhh we should get to that p-p-party!"
"Isn't this more fun?"
"Cal, I..."
"Let's do it. I know it's just our first date, but I want you so bad. God, you've got to be
the sexiest girl I've ever taken out."
"No, Cal... please darling, don't... don't... ohhhhh God!"
Cal's mouth had fit tightly around her right tit. She didn't even remember how he'd
opened her blouse without her knowing, but his tongue ravished the soft, quivery
nipple. Erica began to move her hips forward and back against the lovely stab of his
fingers. Cal really knew how to fingerfuck good!
The crash of something big against the side of the car made them both jump. Erica's
heart did flip-flops when she recognized the huge, furry form of Dr. Meredith's dog.
Whitey had sensed that she was there in the parking lot, and had come up to see. The
psychiatrist probably lived in one of the fancy places on the hill, close enough so that
Whitey knew the area around the old mountain road.
"Some crazy dog!" Cal said, rolling up the window when Whitey growled and tried to
push his muzzle through.
Erica acted more scared than she really was. She couldn't very well tell her date that the
animal wanted her, and was jealous that she was out with a human male.
Cat started the car and drove down the road. "The bastard is following us! I wonder
what's wrong with him."
"Don't know," Erica said, watching Whitey lope after them.
Cal speeded up to lose him, and for awhile Erica thought he'd succeeded. She didn't tell
her date that, as he turned west on the highway and headed towards Clare's party, she
saw a white blur cross the asphalt an eighth of a mile back.
Even as Cal drove leisurely up the road, Erica's heart pounded with excitement. Her
dog lover was pursuing them! Whitey wanted her hot little cunt again. He wanted it
awful bad!
Erica hadn't guessed that the party was drifting back and forth between Clare's
swimming pool and the groundskeeper's bungalow, and she hadn't suspected that Phil
was Clare's date for the night too.
"Daddy would have a fit if he knew," she confided to Erica. "But since Daddy's away,
Clare will play."
Phil had a protective arm around her waist. He was a big man, old enough to know
what he wanted and how to get it. He eyed Erica hungrily when Clare wasn't looking.
Cal had gone to find something to drink.
Clare had more to confess. "I told Phil what his naughty black dog did to me," she
whispered with amusement.
"You didn't!"
"Oh don't worry, I didn't tell him that you'd been poked by Lucifer too."
"You'd better not Clare! Oh, it embarrasses me just to think of him knowing."
"Phil's cool. I think it turns him on. Remember his redheaded girl friend?"
When Cal came back, Erica started hitting the booze. Everything was so out of focus, so
strange, and she had the sneaking suspicion that somewhere in the trees around the big
house, the white dog lurked. Her nipples and clit seemed to glow just thinking of it.
Cal was really loaded by the time they started dancing near the pool. Erica had changed
into one of Clare's bikinis, and it fit her skimpily as the last one had. She could see her
date's hard cock inside his trunks, and during a slow number he rubbed it up against
her in a way that brought a pounding to her ears.
"Let's go find a place to fuck," Cal said, slurring his words.
"You're drunk."
"So what? We could find a spot away from everybody else."
His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks, pulling her cunt forward against his
prick. It throbbed hard against her. Erica tossed her blonde hair, thinking of that hard,
hot thing sliding into her cunt. Cal kissed her mouth hungrily and she let him lead her
away. Phil and Clare were too busy playing skinny-dipping games in the pool to notice
them slipping off.
"The grass is soft here," Cal said. "And there are trees all around." He turned, and
began to untie the top of her bikini. "Your tits hardly want to stay in this little thing."
"Ohhh, I feel so naughty doing this."
"Yeah. Ain't it great?"
His mouth wet both of her heavy tits. She watched her pink nipples being smeared with
his hot spit, watched them push out firmly from the circles of her nipple flesh. Then
Cal was skinning off his trunks and yanking at hers. They were panting, hugging each
other hotly. Erica didn't hear the crashing of the bushes. She didn't know anything
until she heard Cal yell and go down under Lucifer.
The white flash nearby told her that the black dog wasn't alone. Whitey helped Lucifer
drag Cal down, his jaws closed firmly on an ankle until the boy stopped struggling.
"Jesus, they're gonna kill me."
"Don't move!" Erica hissed. She sensed what was happening. "They just want you to
stay still. Don't try to run."
While Lucifer stood with both paws on Cal's chest, Whitey turned to face Erica. She
was naked, her bikini bottom dangling around one ankle. When she tried to get up,
Whitey growled and came at her. Lucifer pushed his muzzle close to Cal's face to warn
him to stay still.
"Oh God," Erica whimpered, backing up.
But Whitey knew her now, and he jumped between her thighs. The heavy, hot cock
thumped against her pussy and she felt him jabbing, trying to get low enough to get it
in. Erica was on her back, tits exposed to the big dog's hugry mouth. He licked and
nuzzled them as his haunches moved forward and back. In that position though, Erica's
cunt was too close to the ground for him to penetrate it. Whitey sensed this
immediately, and tilted his head so that he could close his jaws down over the front of
her slender throat.
"Ohhhhh God, he's gonna rape me!" she babbled, more scared than she thought she'd
be.
The mood was different with Cal there. Both dogs were growling angrily, and there was
an edge of danger in the air – a certain primitive electricity that Erica felt all the way
down her spine.
As Whitey tightened his teeth on her neck, she realized what he wanted her to do.
Gasping for breath, she wrapped both legs over his back and pulled her ass up from the
ground. The weight of her hanging under his belly didn't seem to bother the powerful
brute. With her dripping cunt suspended like that, his cock tip touched her at the right
angle at last. With a growl that scalded her neck, Whitey drove his hips forward and his
throbbing cock plowed her slippery folds wide open.
Cal said something, but Lucifer growled to shut him up. Whitey still had Erica by the
neck as he slammed his haunches forward again and again. Her cunt stretched out
around the red, raw knob, and she felt herself being speared inch by incredible inch.
Even with Clare's cousin watching, Erica was filled with the lust of the moment. She
clutched the big white dog, her legs locked firmly over his back as her ass bobbed from
side to side.
"Uhhh, ohhhhh, wow!"
"Erica, are you okay?" Cal asked.
Lucifer quickly shut him up. Erica could see that her date was sitting with his back
against a tree. He was naked, and his cock was very erect. Lucifer sat watching him
with unblinking eyes, and Cal was watching her.
"Oh Cal, I can't stop him!"
She wondered if the boy had seen her ass twitching as she felt Whitey's thick shaft slide
deeper into her young pussy. Immediately, she was plunging against the force of his
fucking more excitedly than ever. She didn't really give a damn whether Cal saw or not,
and when she looked over the next time, a shivering thrill went through her. Cal's eyes
were still on her, but now his hand was on his cock. He was slowly jacking himself off
as he watched Whitey force his cock another inch into her smoldering cunt.
Whitey's stiff cock felt bigger than the last time, but it excited her in the same way. The
dog knew her well now, and he knew how to make it good for the both of them. He
wasn't biting her neck anymore. His hot tongue licked her mouth, wet her chest and
tits until the pink nipples had darkened and extended farther than ever before.
Hugging the scruff of his neck, Erica switched her hips wildly, letting that spongy-firm
cock gouge in her hot cunt. The dog yipped with pleasure when she squeezed her cunt
muscles. The powerful surge around the base of his cock made it pulse powerfully in
the depths of her slickened hole.
"Uhh, uhhhhh God...!"
"Christ," Cal mumbled, "I've never seen anything like this before..."
The steady slap-slap of his hand on his cock excited Erica, but whe wasn't sure just
why. Her back arched up and then humped down, almost touching the grass as she
took the white dog's cock to the hilt. Her muscles surged rhythmically as her cunt
instinctively milked at the blood-swollen spear that had penetrated her.
There was a weak gasp from Cal, and when Erica looked over, she saw his thigh
muscles standing out in sharp relief. His hand was pumping faster, fingers squeezing
hard against his cock behind the tip every time he slid upwards. Then a shuddering
breath escaped his lips, and the moonlight caught the bright streaks of come that leaped
from his darkened prick.
"Ohhhhh," she whimpered, pumping her ass in a frenzy as the tingling thrills built
between her thighs.
She felt so full of hot cock! She felt that enormous knob swell inside of her so that
Whitey's cock wouldn't slip out the moment he came. She could tell by the dog's frantic
writhing that the hot come was already on its way up his cock. She squeezed him with
her legs and hugged him with both arms as his tongue lapped excitedly across her face.
A strong shudder of carnal ecstasy made his haunches spasm. Deep inside her belly, she
felt the hot flood. After three or four more thrusts, the stringy stuff was leaking down
the crack of her ass. She wiggled violently, her clit exploding with radiant, breath
stopping convulsions. The pleasure was devastating. She couldn't see, couldn't think –
all Erica could do was FUCK. She was still squirming like a nymphomaniac when the
white dog's big prick slipped free of her cunt.
Cal was gone. She knew it as soon as she managed to get onto her hands and knees.
Cal was gone, but Lucifer wasn't. When he padded towards her, Erica knew what he
had in mind.
"Ohhhh God, another one!"
The black dog took her from behind. He seemed to leap and penetrate her in one
movement. Her ass was already smeared with Whitey's hot come, and at first she
thought that Lucifer was going to shove his cock in the wrong hole. But he pulled back
and jabbed again, and the slickened surfaces parted to let his barb slide in. There was a
slurpy sound as he got deeper. The sudden friction from a freshly erect cock made
Erica's eyes blink rapidly. The tingling end of her climax was still with her, and as she
took Lucifer's hungry thrusts, she was surprised to feel the tingle deepen.
"Uhhhhhnnn, it feels so good. Oh shit, I think I can come again!"
Now it was Lucifer's turn to bite her neck, this time from behind. He enjoyed having
control of her like that, holding her while his strong hindquarters hunched and
pumped. The sloppy sound of his cock sliding in and out of her clasping cunt made
Erica moan softly.
She was only dimly aware of someone coming through the trees. She was panting hard,
her belly pulled up under her ribs. Her feet were pointed back in the grass, toes spread
as the waves of pleasure went through her. Lucifer's cock plowed in and out with sexy
sucking sounds. Then Erica knew that it was Phil, the groundskeeper, who hovered
near. A flash went off, and she heard him wind the camera for another shot.
"Look at her," a girl's voice said. It was Clare.
Phil took another picture, and then another one. Erica was past all shame, fear of
embarrassment. She gasped loudly as her cunt began to tighten convulsively for the
second time.
"Ohhh Clare," she cried, "both of them got me! Ohhhhh God, I'm gonna die this time,
I think!"
Lucifer yelped and worked his haunches in a flurry of quick, short jerks. Each jerk
made Erica feel his smoothly rounded cock as it bumped her clit. Each jab made her clit
surge a little fuller. Then the cup overflowed, and she was screaming, ass dancing up
and down, cunt dripping honey as the surging, fevered fit shot through her. Lucifer
growled, and the steamy sap boiled from his tip. His humping fucks tamped the thick
cream into Erica's womb, and she was glad!
Clare was by her side immediately, petting her spit-smeared body and saying kind
words. Lucifer was caught inside of her, and when he started thrashing around to free
himself, Clare calmed him too. Phil was still taking pictures, his flashgun piercing the
strange night every few seconds. Lucifer freed himself at last and limped off.
"What happened to Cal?" Erica wanted to know.
"He kind of freaked out. I think he's in the house with a bottle. Poor guy, he really had
his heart set on you. Then these two clowns decided they'd have a little gang bang."
Clare shook her finger at the two dogs, smiled back at Erica. "But you seemed to have
enjoyed yourself."
"What if my mom finds out I was here? What if..."
"Nobody's gonna find out anything. I can promise you that."
Clare's cool eyes had a calming effect on Erica, and she let her head fall back on the
grass. Her cunt still throbbed where both dogs had fucked her so wonderfully. Now
that Clare was with her, now that it was over, she felt good. She felt satisfied.
"That white dog," she murmured, her eyes closed peacefully, "he belongs to my shrink."
"That psychiatrist your mother makes you see?"
"Yeah." Erica giggled. "Isn't that wild?" For the first time since her sex awareness had
begun, Erica felt easy. It was pretty funny when she thought of how Dr. Meredith
thought he was helping her. In reality, he'd surrendered her to the dogs. Now she
didn't think she would ever be able to live without a wild, animal fuck by some big
furry brute.
"Those pictures!" Erica squealed, pushing up on an elbow. "Phil..."
"Phil is going to give you all the pictures he's taken, aren't you Phil?"
Clare stared at the hulking groundskeeper until he dropped his eyes. He looked glumly
at the camera he'd just used to record the lusty event.
Clare kept staring. "Phil will develop his film while I'm there to make sure he doesn't
make any copies. Then he's going to give them to me, and I'll give them to you. If Phil
doesn't, I might have to say something to Daddy, and then Phil would lose this soft job
he's got. Isn't that true, Phil?"
"Yeah." He let out a breath. "Might as well develop them right now. I'm kinda anxious
to have at least one peek at how they turned out."
Alone again, Erica cleaned herself up in a bathroom, put her bikini back on and found
Cal down by the pool. He was trying hard to get as drunk as possible.
"Hi."
"How you doing?"
His eyes seemed somewhat glazed. Erica sat close. She knew the poor guy had had his
ego dragged over the rocks – cut out by a couple of dogs. She was about to say
something when Cal spoke first.
"I had the funniest feeling when I was watching that dog rape you," he said. "I got the
feeling that you were really digging it."
Erica pressed her moist lips against his cheek. "I did," she whispered. "But I think I'd
like doing it with you now, if you still want."
"Jesus. I'm all mixed up. My goddamned cousin Clare has some crazy parties.
Sometimes I feel like I don't know what the hell's going on..."
He gasped. Erica had just slid a hand up over the tight crotch of his swimming trunks.
She remembered how his cock had looked spitting hot come into the air.
"Come on..."
"Erica, you're really far out."
"Come on..." Erica led him inside the patio and pushed him down on his back onto a
couch. She stripped off his trunks and skinned her bikini. By now her date was
breathing hard, and his eyes danced over her curvy, naked flesh.
"I know you're only getting thirds," she whispered, surprised at her new personality,
"but I want you to have something."
"Oh wow," Cal moaned, grabbing her, pulling her down on him. "Oh Erica!"
After having two climaxes, after being reamed by two big dogs, Erica's energy was
somewhat spent. But she tried to make it as good as she could for her panting date. She
got on top, wiggled her cunt down over his hard cock and for the first time in her life
fucked a human male.
Considering her exhausted state, it wasn't half-bad.
"Uhhhh, Erica!"
"Yeah Cal, go on honey, go on!"
"Uhh, ohhh, ohhhhh shit!"
"Do it Cal! Come!"
She worked her hips furiously, knowing she wasn't going to make it herself. She felt the
boy's cock swelling. It wasn't as big at the tip as a dog's was, but it was big enough for
her to feel. She felt Cal's sudden squeeze as his balls let go. He moaned and closed his
eyes as her ass moved gently over him, her velvety cunt pulling the thick curds from his
cock.


Chapter 8

"I doubt that we'll need to have any more sessions after this one," Dr. Meredith said.
Erica smiled appropriately. They were on their way down the narrow hallway in his
office complex, and she knew who would be waiting in the small consultation room.
Her heartbeat had noticeably quickened upon entering the building. By now she could
almost feel the furry body wallowing against her.
"Yes," the psychiatrist went on, "I think fifteen minutes would suffice for today, don't
you?"
"Just fifteen?" She blushed and gave a nervous shrug. "I mean, I know I'm doing lots
better. But sometimes Whitey still scares me."
"That's hard to believe," Dr. Meredith laughed, winking. "You two seem to be on the
best of terms now."
We should be, Erica thought. That dog fucked her three times already, and she could
hardly wait until his hot cock forced into her cunt again!
Whitey sat on his haunches in the corner as they entered the room. He gave a whine
and hurried across to push his nose against the crotch of Erica's blue jeans.
"You see!" the psychiatrist said. "He likes you better than he does me."
Pretending anger, Erica pushed the horny dog's nose away from her denim-covered
cunt. She was sure he could smell her excitement, even if the good doctor couldn't.
"I'll check back in ten or fifteen minutes," Dr. Meredith said, pulling the door closed
behind him.
Erica quickly locked it, and turned to look at her dog lover. She was panting, and her
cunt suddenly surged with more juice.
"That doesn't give us very long, baby;" she whispered. Erica started to undo her jeans,
but hesitated. There just wasn't time to take off her lace-up boots and jeans and
everything and let. Whitey have her and then put it all on again. But maybe there was
time for him to eat her.
"Come here boy," she sighed, pulling her jeans down past her knees and sitting on the
edge of the small couch.
With her knees spread wide apart, she urged Whitey forward, her fingers digging
excitedly at the scruff of his neck. His hot, hungry tongue began to lap against her
closed cuntlips. Quickly, the swelling membranes bloomed out to expose the more
delicate folds inside.
Panting steadily, Erica tossed her blonde hair back and leaned against a cushion as she
watched the dog begin to feast on her feverish young cunt.
"Whhuuhhh," she groaned, humping up and down, trying to expose more of her clit to
the dog's wet tongue.
Whitey picked up her vibes and started nuzzling the throbbing clit harder. His nose,
teeth and tongue made slippery sounds as he made her juices flow faster.
The clock on the wall revealed that she had seven minutes left. Erica pulled the big
dog's ears, forcing his mouth over her cunt. Whitey opened his jaws, taking the whole
plump curve of her mound between his white fangs. His tongue flopped loosely against
her overheated flesh. Tingles of lust climbed her legs and burned across the insides of
her thighs.
"Huhh, huhhhhh, ohhh yesss, yes, YES!"
Then she was writhing and jerking, coming as he dog lapped at her dripping pussy.
With one last quiver, Erica flopped onto her side on the couch and sighed with relief. It
hadn't been as nice as having a big cock inside of her, but it was lots better than
nothing. Whitey scratched impatiently on the rug and rumbled deep in his throat.
Under his belly, the red, hot spear of his cock bobbed .
A sudden panic went through Erica as she jerked her panties up against the bulging
membranes of her just-licked cunt. Whitey's cock looked too rigid to go down very
quickly, and since there were only five minutes left before Dr. Meredith returned, that
meant that he'd surely notice the dog's aroused state. What would he think about her
phobia then?
"Can't you just calm down, Whitey?" She petted his head. "I can't fuck you today, and
that's all there is to it."
But the dog's red cock throbbed stiffer and longer than ever. Erica knew what she had
to do, and she didn't have much time either.
"Oh damn..."
She got onto her knees on the rug and rolled Whitey onto his back. Her fingers closed
around his sheath, and she jacked it a few times. Then she licked her lips and took a
breath for courage. She'd watched Clare do this before, but Lucifer had been wearing a
rubber then. This time she'd have to drink that milky stuff. She couldn't let it spill out
all over the place. The doctor would then know for sure.
She pumped his cocksheath with one hand as she lowered her lips to the enormous
head of the dog's prick. Sliding her mouth around him, she felt dizzy for a moment.
The sensation was so incredible, so fantastic that she wondered if she could go through
with it. Then the cockhead was bumping her tongue as Whitey hunched his back.
She sucked gently as first, trying to get used to having his cock in her mouth like that.
She found that the tip of her tongue worked best when she rubbed it forward and back
against the underside of the dog's surging erection. He whimpered, pumped and
trembled with pleasure as she increased the suction, her cheeks drawing in. She bobbed
over his parted rear legs. Her fingers gently tangled in his balls as she slurped noisily at
the squirming animal.
"Muuuhhh," she moaned through flared nostrils. She saw herself as if in a photograph
– the image in her mind excited her further instead of turning her off.
She slid her tightened lips up and down the red shaft, slid them slowly, teasingly. The
big dog wallowed on his back, paws working in the air. His tongue hung out to the side
as she let more of the feverish prick go in. Then she felt his cock grow in her throat,
and she forced herself to keep from gagging. The dog was going crazy, and his
excitement excited her.
It was an exciting sensation to be sucking Whitey's cock! She loved the shape and the
spongy firmness of his cock when she pressed with her tongue against the barb on the
end. Finally, she moved her mouth in a frenzy, knowing that she had just minutes to
finish him. The dog lurched and gave a choked yip, and his cockhead swelled out like a
plum. As it grew and pressed against the roof of her mouth, Erica swathed the tender
prick with her tongue, sucking hard for the reward the dog was about to give her.
When he came, she almost choked on the sudden flood. White jism poured from both
nostrils, and she could feel the strings sliding down her throat. But she never stopped
bobbing her head over him, never stopped caressing his red shaft with her lips.
Erica had just dabbed the cream from her chin when she heard the tapping at the door.
She greeted the doctor with an innocent smile and petted Whitey's shoulders. His cock
had almost retracted. The taste in her mouth made her feel odd, especially when Dr.
Meredith didn't suspect a thing.
"I'll kind of miss him," she said, glancing back. At Whitey. "I guess I did get rid of that
phobia about dogs if I'm gonna miss him, huh?"
The doctor pressed his fingertips together. "I'll tell you what. Anytime you feel like
visiting old Whitey here, you just come up to my place. It's out on the old mountain
road. I'll jot down the address."
"That would be nice. I guess you never know when an old fear might come back."
Erica said goodbye and hurried out of the building into the bright sun. She was anxious
to meet Clare, though her mother didn't know about it. Clare had promised to bring
the pictures Phil had taken out at her place that wild night. It made Erica tingle just ot
imagine how she must have looked, and her cunt was beginning to throb all over again.
Whitey's licking had been nice, but now she needed something hard and hot.
Lucifer would fill the bill just fine. Maybe she and Clare could take him over to her
house for an afternoon romp. Of course, if Cal was hanging around, it might be fun to
play with him too, even if he wasn't quite as good a lover as Lucifer.


THE END
