THE VIRGIN'S CANINE CRAVING
[aka 'The Virgin's Canine Hunger']
By John Kellerman


Chapter 1

"Boy, if your folks ever find out you're meeting Keith on the sly..."
"I know, I know," Darla frowned at her friend Betty and turned her attention back to
the mirror. She was fluffing her blonde hair, adjusting each soft curl so it exposed the
perfect pink whorls of her small ears.
The Cactus Drive-In Movie was only about half full, and it would be a few more
minutes before the show began. Betty's date had just started a cigarette as he glanced
back at Darla.
"Keith tells me he's thinking about running away with you. That right?"
"I wish he'd keep his mouth shut. It's not going to help if everybody in town knows."
"Old man Jackson will raise hell, but not half as much hell as your father will raise," the
boy laughed.
Darla put down her comb and turned to him. "It's their fault. If they'd just let us date
like normal people..."
Betty laughed. "But you two don't date like normal people. I think that's what bothers
them."
Darla blushed, but had to smile a little to show she'd acknowledged the teasing. It was
true. She and Keith were rumored to be the hottest thing going, even after their parents
had made them break it off.
"There's Keith now," Betty said, waving.
Keith's metallic blue Ford swung into the space beside them, and he killed the engine.
Darla's heart was pounding fast now. She bounced over, opened the door and slid in
close to her young man.
She could see that he had a very nice lump in his pants, a lump she could hardly wait
to get her hands on. Keith's dog Lancer whined and tried to lick Darla's shoulder. A
thrill went through her at the touch of the big animal's tongue, and she laughed and
dug her fingers deep in his neck fur.
"Hell Lancer, you miss me?"
"I sure missed you," Keith put in, getting an arm around her waist.
The warmth of his touch made Darla sigh. She casually rested her palm against the
lump in his pants. The lump surged.
"I guess I could ask if you've got a gun in your pocket," she said, mocking Mae West,
"but I know how glad you are to see me." Darla giggled "So I won't ask."
"Oh, baby, have I ever missed you." He pulled her to him, his mouth finding her neck
quickly. She let him lick her there, the hot tingles making her squirm in the seat. She
squeezed her thin fingers down on the lump in his pants and it surged again. Keith was
slipping a hand under her thin skirt.
"Keith! The movie hasn't even started yet. Kids will be going by on the way to the
concession stand... Keith!"
Keith had pinched her mound gently, rubbing the inner surfaces together as her juice
dripped into the thin nylon band of her panties. She wriggled, gasping with the
pleasure he was giving her. And her own fingers were squeezing that hot lump harder
too.
Again Darla thought of how it might be to go all the way with Keith. They'd done
everything but that, done things that would have shocked their parents something
awful.
"We're gonna get out of this fucking town," Keith muttered, kissing her neck again. His
fingers worked the first button of her blouse. She let him undo the second and the third
too before grabbing his wrist.
"Wait darling... please. Wait till the movie starts!"
Keith sighed. "That's the trouble, we always have to wait. We can't even date in the
open any more, and we don't have any place to go to be alone."
Darla knew why Keith wanted a place where they could be alone. He'd been working
on her for almost a year now, trying to break her down, trying to get into her panties.
It wasn't that she doubted he loved her. But she knew that he wanted her awful bad.
She wanted him too. She just didn't want to make any terrible mistake. It was up to the
girl, after all, to keep things cool.
At sixteen, Darla wasn't about to start a baby growing in her belly. And she knew that
as soon as Keith got his hard cock up into her cunt, the thought wouldn't enter his
mind. All he'd want to do was wiggle around until he spurted her full of semen.
She'd read up on all the details and she knew exactly how a female got into trouble. It
didn't take much. Just a lovin' spoonful, as they said in the song.
"God... God I want you so bad..."
"I know, I know." Darla was panting, clinging to him. Under the thin material of her
blouse, her small tits felt heavier, plusher than before. And her pink nipples had
darkened and risen from the delicate circles of her areolas. They pushed out against the
silky material.
Keith rubbed her cunt with two fingers, pressing the nylon up into her crack until she
gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. The overhead spotlights went out then and
the big screen was filled with color.
"Oh boy," Keith breathed, pulling at her blouse again.
"Be careful hon, they're tender."
"Did you have another period?"
"Yeah, thank God." As Keith's fingers opened her blouse down past her navel, Darla
thought of how dangerous their games had become lately. The last date Keith had
gotten her stripped and then the two of them had gone through the motions of fucking.
Darla hadn't allowed him to penetrate her of course, but Keith had rubbed the head of
his cock against her cunt until all of a sudden she'd felt it happen; hot cum everywhere!
The scare stories she'd heard put her in a panic. The stories about girls getting pregnant
after swimming in a pond where a boy had jacked off. Far-fetched as the tales seemed,
Darla couldn't take any chances.
"Baby, you smell so nice."
"Just took a bath."
"I know... but then you always smell good" He bent his head down and lightly kissed
one of her breasts.
The nipple throbbed and Darla sucked in a quick breath of pleasure, arching her back,
pulling her shoulders back to press the perfect orb up closer to her boyfriend's mouth.
This time he sucked almost all of it between his teeth, and a powerful shudder went
through her body.
"Uhhhhhh, Keith! Ohhhhh, darling! Ohhhh, I love for you to do that!"
It had always been true for her, since her breasts were extremely sensitive. Just a casual
brush of a soapy palm when she was bathing almost wiped her out. She had to be
careful what she wore or she'd be in a state of extreme excitation all day.
Usually she had to cover the tender little swells with a bra to keep herself sane. But on
dates she went braless. It was easier for Keith to get at them that way. And she did so
much want him to get at them.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, scratching the nape of his neck with her nails as he feasted
gently on a nipple. Her cunt was suddenly very, very wet. She could feel the thin
crotchband being pulled up between her pubes. She wriggled on the car seat, her eyes
fluttering closed.
"Let me take off your panties," Keith whispered.
"I don't know Keith... it's a little early, isn't it?"
"Come on. Let me." His fingers were already under her skirt, pulling at the elastic that
held the skimpy things to her mound.
With a sigh, Darla relented, lifting her bottom up from the seat a little. Keith panted
with excitement as he skinned the pale blue underwear down and off over her ankles.
Darla had already kicked off her sandals, and her small white feet tingled as her
boyfriend's fingers brushed them.
"If my daddy knew..."
"That's why we've got to get the hell out of this town," Keith muttered. "Everybody is
just waiting for us to get caught. It'll give them something to talk about for the next few
months."
"Ohhhh, Keith... ohhhh!"
Keith was going through the sexy little ritual he always did when they were together
again. As he lightly kissed one breast, his finger petted along her outer lips, smoothing
the sparse blonde curls away from the line of glistening wetness. He never opened her
right away. He teased her first, teased her until she was dying for him to open her.
"Unzip me."
"Okay." Her fingers trembled as she found the metal tab and pulled it down. Now she
could see the white of his skivvies pushing out. The flickering screen reflected light
down onto them so she could see the pulsing, the throbbing of his erect penis.
An erect penis! She loved the way that sounded. But her favorite word was cock.
Sometimes Darla said it to herself at night, said it over and over until it became almost
magical on her tongue.
"Cock, cock, cock," she whispered now, her fingers tracing the lump of his skivvies.
"Get it out," Keith begged.
"You're so impatient," she smiled. She stretched his underwear down and the hot, damp
shape leaped up against her wrist. In the light form the movie she could see the swollen
head under its protective sheath, the foreskin. Another word she like to play with.
Glans was another favorite. She didn't have to study biology to know all this. She'd
made a thorough study of Keith already.
"You're really hard!"
"Can you blame me? I'm with you, aren't I?" He kissed her again, his finger pushing in
against her mound just hard enough to force her outer lips apart. There was a wet
sound as she felt him dig lightly along her slit.
Keith stretched in the seat as her fingers closed around his cock. He was a tall guy with
broad shoulders and nicely muscled chest. She liked his tallness, liked the way it
contrasted with her shorter stature and willowy limbs. She was only five-four, and
weighed ninety pounds soaking wet. It gave her a thrill when she was pressed down
under Keith. Even if they hadn't actually gone all the way yet.
"Like that?" she cooed, squeezing his cockshaft. She liked to squeeze it just behind the
tip. When she did that, Keith's foreskin slipped back a little to expose more of his glans.
His glans was a dusky blue. It glistened with his body's own natural lubrication. That
slick film of juice had taken Darla by surprise the first time she'd seen it. But now she
was used to it. She thought of it as very sexy. And now, as her fingertip brushed across
that sensitive knob and came away shiny, she bit her bottom lip and trembled with
anticipation of what was yet to come.
"Uhhhhh," Keith groaned, squeezing her cunt again, his thumb and fingers forcing a
small dribble of sex juice from between the swollen lips.
Suddenly Lancer was yipping, and trying to crawl into the front seat with them.
"Oh, get back, Lancer!" Darla commanded, slapping at his muzzle. The dog was big
and black and usually friendly, but this time he grabbed her thin wrist with his teeth
and squeezed down hard enough to hold her.
"Lancer!" Keith yelled.
The dog held on, his tongue wetting Darla's skin in a way that made her shiver. Such a
strange feeling! And Lancer had never acted like this before.
"He smells, you," Keith explained, grabbing the dog by the collar and shaking him.
"Get back, boy, get back. You horny old bastard."
"There... he let go." Darla rubbed her wrist, touching the small red marks where the
dog's fangs had pressed her flesh. It didn't really hurt. It tingled. Keith hit the dog and
was about to hit him again.
"Don't, Keith. Leave him alone."
"That sonofabitch bit you," he said, raising his fist. "He's not going to bite you and get
away..."
"It didn't really hurt that much," Darla rubbed the place. "I don't think he meant to
hurt me, or he would have."
"I don't know. The crazy bastard's never acted like that before. He knows you by now. I
can't figure it out."
"Let him be." Darla pulled her boyfriend back into her arms. He came willingly, his
mouth finding hers. They kissed hungrily, exchanging tongue caresses until both of
them were panting hard through their noses. Keith's finger went to her cunt again,
prying the plump, warm lips apart. He rubbed her clit gently, but even that was too
hard.
"Ouch... it's pretty tender, Keith darling... be careful."
Darla thought of something Betty had told her just that afternoon. Something about a
man who actually licked a woman down there. At first Darla could hardly believe it, but
when Betty had come on with details, the whole thing sounded pretty convincing. Yes,
a tongue. That would be softer, wetter, warmer than some old finger. Darla wondered if
Keith had ever heard stories like that. What had Betty called it? Cunni – something or
other.
She curled her fingers lightly around Keith's cock again. It swelled against her
squeezing and this excited her tremendously. What a strange thing to have growing out
of your body! A girl was so smooth down there, at least on the outside.
Darla watched the glistening circle of blue cockhead as she used a thumb and forefinger
to slide Keith's foreskin back. She did it slowly, letting the clasping flesh glide away
from the tender, spongy meat underneath.
Now she was thinking of what some girls did for a man. Blow job. It didn't sound very
sexy. Darla couldn't understand how it came to be called that. A girl really didn't just
blow on a man's cock, did she?
No, Darla was sure she didn't. A girl sucked a man's cock, that's what she did! Just
thinking about this as she looked at Keith's big prick made her tremble inside. It was
odd how both of them had been too shy to mention these more advanced intimacies.
"Uhhhh, that feels good, Darla..."
She had begun to move his foreskin up and down on his shaft. She always did this for
him. When a boy did it to himself, they called it jacking off. Once Darla had asked
Keith if he ever jacked off, but it embarrassed him so bad that she dropped the subject
and never mentioned it again. But she was sure he had.
She moved her fingers faster, hearing the slick slide of his flesh over the swelling knob
of his cocktip. It looked beautiful! She wondered how it would feel in her mouth. Not
that she'd ever really want to do anything like that.
"Ohh, ohhhhh, baby! Yeahhhh... yeah, like that!"
Keith had forgotten all about her little cunt now. He was stretching his legs again,
squirming around as her fingers jumped up and down his shaft. The head thickened
and grew darker in color. It was hotter too. When her finger nudged up against it, she
could feel the blood surging close to the surface. That was what made it so sensitive,
she guessed. She jacked him faster, watching the rhythmic pulsing of his erection with
her wide blue eyes.
Darla longed for him to touch her cunt some more. She wanted them to excite each
other at the same time. She had always dreamed of coming at the exact same instant
that Keith did.
But whenever she started fooling around with his cock, he had a hard time
concentrating on anythin else but his own pleasure. Like now.
"Uhh, uhhhhh, yeah, honey. Faster... do it faster!"
"Keith... touch me too!"
"Yeah!"
His fingers caressed her dripping cunt again but he couldn't seem to keep his mind on
what he was doing. Darla panted and pumped her slim hips against his hands, but it
wasn't really exciting her. She squeezed his cock harder, more excited by the changes it
was going through than what Keith was doing to her cunt.
"Do you want me to keep on?" she sighed. She knew what the answer would be.
"You don't mind, do you?"
" 'course not. I love you, don't I?" But she didn't tell him that she was sad about
finishing him. Because right afterwards, Keith would open the quart of beer he'd
brought, and after another hour he'd get sleepy and she'd be left to her own
amusements. Amusements she wasn't particularly proud of, but which were sometimes
necessary.
"Darling," she breathed, her fingers jerking rhythmically upwards, "you'd better get
your hanky out."
"Uhh, uhhhh," Keith grunted, his eyes glazed. He jerked a red bandana from his hip
pocked and dropped it over Darla's wrist. She arranged the cotton handkerchief just so,
ready to catch the hot stream of her man's sap when it came. And he was very close to
coming!
Even though her frustrations was a bother afterwards, Darla always thrilled to witness
that incredible event when Keith's balls exploded, when his prostate gland pumped all
that gooey, steamy mess out of the tip of his prick. She loved the hot convulsions, loved
to feel him throbbing and squirming as she massaged his cock. She even liked the way
it felt dripping down over her knuckles, sliding between her fingers in slimy strings!
Cum! It was really far out! To imagine some girls actually taking the stuff in their
mouths made her feel dizzy. She didn't know whether the dizziness was from disgust or
excitement. Might it be a little of both, she thought?
"God! Darla, honey! Ohhhh, God! Feels so good... so God damned good!"
"Yes, baby," she cooed, urging him.
Her thin fingers hurried, pumping, squeezing, jerking rhythmically as she watched the
shape of his cockhead thicken even more. It was a dark blue verging on purple by now
and a tiny droplet of lubrication had appeared at the small orifice at the tip. Darla held
the bandana close as she slowed the tempo of her jacking. Keith's cock jerked strongly,
the shaft becoming more rigid.
"Nhhuuuuhhh," he groaned, his face going red.
"Yeah, baby," she whispered in her sexiest voice. "Come."
Keith came. He came with a strangled cry in his throat, his long body shuddering with
the power of it. The head of his cock swelled to its largest size before Darla's eyes and
spit a string of white stuff two feet into the air. The come fell across her knees trickled
down the calf of one leg.
Darla kept pumping him, but very slowly now. She knew that it would last longer if she
did it slowly. Her fingers clutched him tightly as another surge ran up the cumtube
along the underside of his shaft. White foam boiled out, seeping down over her
knuckles. She dropped her hand, brought it up against the flared ridge of his knob.
Another spurt jumped out, jumped half a foot. Like slow motion, Darla could see the
shape of the spurts, see how thick and rich that cream was as it fell. She could smell it
too, a pungent, sharp aroma.
"Ohhh, baby! Ohhhhh!"
"Come... come!" she repeated, still working his cockskin, her eyes never leaving his
glans for a moment.
Now his semen was just coming out in strong oozing surges. Every so often a spurt
would rise a few inches, like some strange, living geyser. The stuff ran down over her
fingers and down her wrist. She wrapped the bandana around the mess.
In the back seat, Keith's dog began to whimper.
"What in hell is wrong with him?" Keith muttered, his eyes still dazed from the
intensity of his climax.
"Shhhh," Darla said, turning to see what was wrong with Lancer.
The sleek black animal was on the back seat, his haunches working forward and back.
But what she saw under his belly shocked her. Lancer's cock was extended from his
furry sheath. It looked very wet and very red and very strange! The oddest feeling went
through her.
"Quiet boy," she said, "quiet."
"I oughta kick the bastard out of the car!"
"He'll be okay. A dog senses when people are emotionally excited," she told Keith. She
was glad he hadn't seen Lancer's hard cock. She felt sorry for the poor doggy.
"Wow." Keith let out of sigh and slumped down in the seat. His cock was still hard,
still clutched firmly in Darla's fingers. She gave it a few more jacks and watched as
Keith contracted his muscles, forcing one last glob of seed from the tip.
"Feel good?"
"You damned right," Keith smiled, kissing her mouth. But the kiss told her that his fire
was out now. He wasn't really interested in any more kissing or feeling or hugging. Not
for another couple of hours, unless she was lucky. "Why don't you hand me that quart
of the beer on the floor."
"Sure." She watched him drink and when he handed the bottle to her, Darla shrugged,
and took a mouthful too. She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but tonight the beer
seemed right. She didn't want to get depressed. She didn't want to spoil the evening by
sulking.
"You sure know how to do that," Keith said, patting her shoulder. She felt like a
faithful, dependable animal. She'd done her duty, and now Keith would watch the
dumb movie and drink his dumb beer and forget all about Darla's needs. And she did
have needs!
"That tasted good," she said, taking the bottle from him again.
"You gonna get plastered?" he teased.
"Why not? You do, don't you?" She buttoned up her blouse, feeling the sensitivity of
her nipples, the tingling of her flesh. She searched in the dim light until she found her
panties. Darla decided to leave them off for now. Maybe later, maybe Keith might...
"I think I saw this movie before," he said, swallowing more beer. He'd already stuffed
this cock back in his jeans.
Darla looked at her hands. They were trembling. She felt like crying. Or laughing. Or
like finger-fucking herself.
Keith put an arm around her shoulder. "You okay?"
"Oh, sure, I'm just fine." When she looked over at him, she saw that he hadn't picked
up the sarcasm in her voice. He was watching the stupid movie. In the back seat,
Lancer was whimpering again.
"I'm gonna kick the shit out of that damned dog," Keith swore, half-turning.
"Let him be. He probably smells all that cum you squirted."
The movie droned on and Keith kept drinking the beer. Darla sat there, her cunt
feverish, her heart pounding. A couple of times she scooted over to him and rested her
cheek against his chest. She even tried a soft petting of his crotch. But though Keith
seemed to enjoy the closeness, he made no move to start in on her again. She couldn't
even get him to fondle her tits.
When Keith went to the restroom, Lancer started yipping again. Darla turned and put
her hand out to pet him. To her surprise, the big dog grabbed her wrist in his jaws
again. His teeth sunk into her flesh, hard enough to hold her, but not so hard to make
her feel much pain. What pain she did feel caused hot tingles to run up and down her
body. It was the strangest emotion.
"What is wrong with you, baby?" She said softly, twisting her arm, trying to get loose
from the hold he had on her. "I know you're not mad at me. You just... want to hold
onto something, don't you."
Lancer let her wrist go and immediately licked the place he'd bitten. She let him lick
her, the hot wet rub of his tongue sending more thrills through her body. It felt wrong
to feel the thrills. But she felt them nonetheless.
"There, good boy... take it easy now. Calm down." Darla glanced down and saw it
again. His cock. So red! So long. And the tip was all barbed, like it was made to go into
a female dog's body and stick there. A cock harpoon. Imagining this happening made a
shuddering pleasure go through her cunt.
Keith was back, sliding into the front seat. He seemed drunk.
"Boy, that felt good! Gimme my beer! Jesus, I'm getting loaded."
The movie was ending but there'd be a second feature. Darla wish they'd go somewhere
else. She didn't want to have to drive Keith home all drunk. She was a supposed to go
home with Betty anyway. If anybody saw her with Keith and babbled, and it got around
to her folks, she'd be in hot water for sure.
"Keith?"
"I think I'm gonna take a little nap," he mumbled, sliding down in the seat. His fly was
unbuttoned, and he smelled strongly of beer.
"Keith, listen to me."
"Jheeeshhus, I'm tired," he yawned. "Why don't you let me stretch out in the front seat
for awhile."
Somehow, Darla contained her anger. The bastard wanted the whole front seat now.
What really made her mad was that she loved him. She was crazy about him. He was a
lot neater than any of the other boys at school, and the fact that he liked her gave or
feeling of satisfaction and pride. But when he drank too much beer, she felt like
slapping his silly face.
As Darla climbed into the back seat, she glanced into the car next to them again. Bob
and Betty were nowhere in sight. She had the feeling that they were in the back seat of
Bob's car, doing naughty things to each other's bodies. She wished that Keith had held
out long enough to do more naughty things to her. Like he did sometimes. Like he did
when he used a pat of butter on her cunt that time. He'd buttered her up until it was so
slick that she couldn't stand it. That had been one of the nicest comes of her entire life.
She still thought of it as "the butter come."
"The great butter come," she repeated to Lancer, who was obviously happy that she was
joining him in the back seat. "Well, Lancer, guess maybe I'll watch this movie. The first
one sure wasn't worth a damn."
Lancer panted and licked her face. She pushed him away gently, but the dog moved
closer again, his shoulder bumping hers. There, under his belly, was that hot, red thing
again. Darla forced herself not to look at it. It made her feel funny to look at it. Maybe
she should have put her panties on. Where had she left them? On the front seat,
probably.
Leaning over the back of the front seat, Darla felt around between Keith legs, looking
for the skimpy, pale blue things. She knew that her skirt was hiked up over her bottom,
but hadn't really thought much of it. Not until she felt Lancer's hot tongue.
"Ohhhhh!" She gasped, swinging a hand around to push him back. But the dog took
the blow without giving an inch. His muzzle pressed up into her crevice, his tongue
nuzzling hotly against her slippery folds. "Whhuuhh," she groaned, her fingers curling
around her panties and she slumped back.
The dog looked at her hopefully, the fur on his nose musky and damp from her juices.
Darla just sat there, staring, hardly believing what had just happened. She was shaking
like a leaf.
"You crazy dog," she gasped, ruffling him behind the ears. Lancer seemed to be smiling.
For an instant, Darla had known what it felt like for a mouth to be pressed against her
overheated cunt. Even if it wasn't a human mouth, it had been a mouth. Lancer had
lapped up between her folds, even licked her clit for an instant. And now he put his big
paw on her bare thigh. She couldn't pretend that she wasn't feeling excited.
"No! Sit there and be a good dog now. Do you hear me?"
From the front seat came Keith's steady snoring.
Lancer whined again, and licked her thigh. Darla sat up straight, her hands folded
modestly in her lap. Lancer kept licking, licking. She made a small move to stop him,
then hesitated.
"What's happening?" She whispered. The movie sound blared through the small
speaker hooked on the window nearby. Lancer jumped around so that he faced her, his
back paws on the floorboard. He bit the hem of her skirt and pushed it back to expose
the damp, blond curls of her pubes. Shocked and fascinated, Darla simply watched him.
Then the dog dragged his tongue across the soft, plump swell.
"Ohhhhh!" Darla squeezed her thighs tight, and grabbed the dog's head with both
hands. "Ohhh, no! Stop! Stop, Lancer, STOP!"


Chapter 2

But Lancer wouldn't stop! His tongue felt so hot! She could keep him from opening
her, could keep him from licking anything but the outer surface of her cuntlips. Darla
clutched his ears and tried to push him away. Then Lancer's big paws were pushing her
knees, forcing them apart. Trembling, Darla felt her blue eyes grow large.
"He knows what he wants," she murmured, "he actually knows..."
Then Lancer's tongue divided the white plumpness. She felt something very hot and
slick glide over her clit. Though she was still struggling against the dog's attack, this
tingling pleasure made her muscles feel weak. She watched with helpless horror as
Lancer's front paws dug into the flesh of her thighs and pushed them outward.
"Uhhh... stop, Lancer! Keith! Keith! Help!"
But Keith was passed out, drunk, his snores steady and deep. If she could turn down
that speaker, maybe he'd hear her then! Stretching forward, Darla put out a hand.
Lancer drove her back in the seat, baring his fangs menacingly. Then he wallowed his
black muzzle into her cunt again, his tongue slurping along the bumps and hollows of
her virgin flesh.
"God! Ohhhh, God, what does he think I am? A dog?"
No, she knew that Lancer hadn't mistake in her for a bitch. He knew her, knew that
she was a human female who played hot games with good old Keith. Darla felt faint.
The dog's tongue was sliding deeper between her inner lips. Her thighs shook from the
strain of resisting him. Then, with a sigh of helplessness, she let her knees fall apart
completely, let the black dog plunge his hot mouth up and down her swelling vulva.
"I... I can't let him do this," she whimpered, feeling her face flush.
Thoughts of discovery made her feel even more guilty. What if her date happened to
look over the back of the seat? What if some kid on his way to the concession stand
happened to glance into the back window of the car?
But when Darla tried to bring her legs down again, Lancer's tongue pushed deeper into
her slit. She trembled, her narrow back arching away from the seat. It felt incredible! It
felt like she imagined a licking was supposed to feel like. Like what Betty had whispered
about that men sometimes did to girls.
"Uhhh... uhhhhh, God," she babbled, her wispy blonde hair flying over her shoulders as
she tossed her head. Lancer seemed to be going half-crazy over her taste, or smell, or
something. Maybe it was because he knew what he was feasting on! This thought made
chills run up Darla's spine. Did he want to fuck her too?
It was unthinkable. What he was doing was unthinkable. But he was doing it and Darla
couldn't find the strength to make him stop.
"Ohhhh, you terrible dog," she groaned, trying to ease her guilt by condemning him.
"You wicked, wicked beast!"
But Lancer didn't care what she said. He was burrowing harder against her young pink
cunt. His tongue washed her from clit to ass, his big paws still pressing into the tender
flesh of her thighs as he held her legs wide so he could get to every dainty fold, every
throbbing bump.
Again, she pushed her fingers into his fur, tried to force him back away from her. What
little strength she had left wasn't nearly enough. The dog seemed to become even more
excited. And below his belly, Darla could see that hot, red spear. It looked so raw! It
looked so slick! The thought of that thing sliding into another dog made her pant.
Then she realized she was imagining that she was that other dog, that she was the one
Lancer meant to stab! Darla panted even harder.
But she couldn't let this go on! She was half out of her mind with pleasure, but she
couldn't let it continue. This dog, this big black beast was eating her pussy! If anyone
ever found out, the word would spread all over town and she'd die of shame. A dog...
doing this!
"Stop... ohhhh, st-st-stop!" Darla hooked a bare foot under the dog's chest and shoved.
Lancer moved so fast that he was just a black blur. His sharp teeth dug into her foot
and she had to stifle a squeal. She knew that if she woke Keith up, he'd know the truth.
She couldn't have anybody knowing what had happened to her.
"Easy, boy... don't bite me!" She stopped trying to kick him and Lancer released his
grasp. Obediently, she pulled her legs back like before, her knees almost touching her
chest. This stretched her young cunt as wide as it would go, and the dog looked at it
hungrily before once again and sinking his muzzle into the juicy heat.
Darla was panting harder than ever now. And when she looked down at the mess the
big animal was making of her, her tits glowed and her toes fanned out with the
excitement.
Of all the times she played with herself, of all the times Keith had fingered her until she
was juicy and hot, her cunt had never been as swollen as it was now. The outer lips
were overly plump with blood, pulpy and soft feeling. Inside, the more delicate folds
were glistening with slickness, and they had bloomed out to expose every bit of their
sensitive surfaces.
Her clit with bulging too, a hot, dark pink nub that surged every time Lancer's tongue
washed over it. The whole feverish blossom of her vulva was pulsing like a time bomb.
It amazed her that it had never gotten this puffed up before. But then, it had never been
licked like this before!
It was like looking at a strange new part of her. Darla couldn't help but feel excitement
at this discovery. And that damned dog wouldn't stop licking her for a minute!
"Nhhuuhhh, what am I going to do?" She let her head flop to one side, let one small
hand slide down over her breast. It felt good, touching herself there while the dog
licked her.
Oh, how could she behave like this? How could she? But her fingers massaged the firm,
pink nipple, bringing thrilling tingles to her titty. Yes, it did feel so good! She rubbed
harder, her trim bottom plunging now as the dog's licking grew more intense.
"Yuhhh... ohhhh, I can't stand it much longer!" She was itching something awful. It
wasn't just a scratchy itch. It was the kind of itch that scratching only made worse... or
better. Yes, better! So much better, that she couldn't possibly hold her hips still.
She thrust and dipped her hot pubes, pumping her ass up and down now as Lancer
wetly lapped her exposed vulva. She looked like some kind of unfolded rose. Her
blonde curls framed her adolescent pussy as the dog's licking plastered the damp hair to
her white mound.
"Muhhhhh... ohhhhhh!"
The itchy goodness was making her dizzy. She could feel her velvety flesh becoming
more spongy. She could feel her juices dripping down onto the car seat. She see-sawed
her hips wildly, trying to rub that furious itch that was driving her insane. And, of
course, she knew what that tickle meant!
"Can't let him! Can't let it happen!" Darla's big blue eyes fluttered. She licked her lips.
Her nostrils flared with excitement, and she bit her bottom lip hard, trying to fend off
the pleasure with a little pain.
But it didn't work. Lancer was really getting into her now, his tongue sliding hotly
across her clit and cherry. He rubbed the place where her hole was hidden, hidden
under a thin membrane. She was almost as sensitive there as she was around her clit!
"Ghhuuuhh, uhhh, uhhhhhh!"
Once again Darla's trembling fingers dug into Lancer's fur. But she wasn't trying to
push him back now. She was just feeling his movements, feeling his warmth. She
panted and squirmed, ashamed at what was happening, but powerless to end it.
"Damn... ohhh, damn!" She was going to come. The shock of knowing this made her
feel dizzy again. She is going to come, and a dog was causing it! A dog, an animal!
Her clit throbbed. It looked like a tiny, raw finger as she watched the black dog suck at
it with the rough edge of his tongue. The insides of her thighs were glistening with
saliva, the dog's saliva.
The whole scene was disgusting and shameful. But another part of her knew it was
excruciatingly exciting too! She tried not to think about the excitement. But it came
anyway, her clit throbbing hotter, her tits tingling as she touched them again.
"Can't help it... gonna come! Gonna come right now! Oh, hell! Oh, God in heaven!"
Her young body was throbbing, jerking, pulsing with a rhythm that seemed to come
from nowhere. She twitched uncontrollably, her fingers digging deeper in the fur of
Lancer's neck. He growled in his throat as if he sensed her excitement. His cock was
flopping as he hunched his back with the instinctive movements of sex.
Watching that slender spear bobbing heavily under his belly, Darla thought again of
how it might feel to some poor bitch in heat. Then she was smothering her cries,
coming, coming, coming!
"Muuh, uhhh, ahhhh, ohhhh, shit!" The waves of pleasure were so intense that she
flopped onto her side on the seat. But one knee was still bent and she held herself open
so that Lancer could keep feasting on her young, slick flesh.
"Whhhhaahhh, he's eating me... he's eating me!" She was saying the words in a husky
whisper, drooling as her eyes rolled back in her head as the exquisite pleasure took her.
That licking became more than just a tongue against her clit. She felt everything. The
slickness of Lancer's tongue, the texture of that hot surface rubbing over her tumid
parts.
As she felt each rippling thrill, Darla bucked on the car seat, her young twat thrusting
up hard against the dog's searching muzzle. She'd never felt pleasure like that, never in
her whole life! She hadn't guessed that sex might make her so crazy, so helpless!
She squirmed violently, biting her lip, moaning as Lancer washed her feverish cuntlips
again and again. He never seemed to get enough.
"Stop now... ohhhh, stop or I'm gonna die!"
Darla was shaking all over. She got a foot up again and kicked the black dog hard. He
whimpered and fell back, his eyes glowing in the dark in the backseat. Panting from the
ecstasy she'd just experienced, Darla clamped both hands over her ravished cunt and
closed her legs.
Lancer try to lick her knee and open her thighs again, but she shook her head hard and
hissed at him. The animal seemed to realize that it was over. But his cock still jetted out
from his black-furred sheath. Darla couldn't keep her eyes off of it.
Somehow, she managed to get out of the car and limp to the restroom at the concession
stand. She made herself calm down, washed her face in cold water, and then soaked a
paper towel and held that he against her hot little pussy.
"Ohhh, that feels a little better. Ohhh, God, that dog!"
Now that it was over, she was feeling the shame of what had taken place. She was
indignant that that beast had forced her to submit to his hungry mouth. And she kept
telling herself that he'd forced her. That she couldn't possibly have escaped.
He was the beast, that was all. He had gone crazy when he'd seen her cunt. How could
she, a defenseless girl, do anything to stop him?
Darla bought herself a Coke and started back to the car. She was still trying to forget
the whole episode, knowing that she couldn't really ever forget it, when she saw a car
stop by where Keith was parked. She didn't think anything about it until she reached
Keith's car. Then her heart sank.
"I thought I might find you here with him," Darla's father said. He was already coming
for her. Keith said up in his car, his eyes blurry. Darla's father caught her wrists and
jerked her around violently. "You little slut. Just can't mind, can you? Just can't take no
for an answer."
"Daddy..."
Keith was out of his car now, coming towards them. "Mr. Hawkins, I can explain..."
"Like hell!"
"Daddy..."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" her father yelled at Keith. "What you been doing with my
daughter, huh?"
Lancer came bounding up, jumping up on Darla's father and growling menacingly. The
people in the nearest cars were all staring. Darla felt like sinking into the ground. Her
father was hurting her wrist. He kicked Lancer hard and the dog went whining to one
side.
"I'm taking home."
"Daddy, please don't be angry."
He jerked her again and she wants sprawling onto the gravel, her skirt sliding up to
reveal her nakedness. Even in the darkness, there was enough light for him to see.
Darla was sure her father was going to hit her. And he would have if Lancer hadn't hit
him from behind like a small freight train.
"DAMN!"
Now Darla could see the dust rising as Lancer shredded her father's pantleg, as Keith
tried to pull the animal off. People were laughing in the cars around them. Darla felt
like running. She was bawling now, hot tears flowing down her cheeks.
Everything was confused and blurred as her father grabbed her wrist again, and jerked
her into his car. She could hear Lancer barking, and hear Keith swearing, and hear her
father muttering something about her not having any panties on.
"If that son of a bitch did anything," he said, "I'll have his ass over a slow fire!"
"He didn't do anything, Daddy!"
"What are you doing with your panties off? Letting him look at ya? Is that all? Oh,
sure, I'll bet-"
"Daddy!"
He slapped her then, throwing gravel as he sped off through the drive-in, swerving
recklessly out the gate and onto the street.
Darla was sobbing, holding her stinging cheek. She couldn't believe it when her dad
pulled up in front of Dr. Wilkins' house. Dr. Wilkins had been the doctor who'd
brought her into the world. And she was afraid of what her father was going to make
him do now.
"No, Daddy, I won't go in there."
"I've got to know, God damn it!"
"I told you didn't I? Keith didn't touch me."
"That's a lie, if I ever heard one." He grabbed her wrist. "Come on."
Dr. Wilkins tried to calm her father down, once they were inside. But there was
nothing the old man could do. He looked sympathetically at Darla and patted her
shoulder.
"Karl, I don't think the girl is in any shape to be examined. I'm not even sure you have
the right to know what you want to know."
Darla's father was practically frothing at the mouth as he turned on the old doctor.
"I'll beat her within an inch of her life if I don't find out something!"
Dr. Wilkins sighed. "If I examined her, will you promise not to lay a hand on her?"
Darla looked at her father. He muttered to himself and then he nodded.
"Okay, but I want to know. I want to know if that young buck got his-"
"That's enough, Karl," the doctor said, raising a hand. "Come on Darla, follow me."
The light in the examination room was so bright, it hurt her eyes. Dr. Wilkins kept
talking to her, trying to soothe her. He was on her side, she knew that. He helped her
up on the table, and told her to lie back.
"This will take a minute, honey. And don't feel ashamed about anything. Your father
isn't himself tonight. I've seen it happen before."
"I am ashamed," she sobbed, smearing a tear across her cheek.
She closed her eyes then and felt the doctor's gentle hands. He lifted her skirt and
touched the insides of her thighs as he made her bend her knees and open them.
She blushed. She knew he was looking at her puffy, overheated cunt now. Being a
doctor, he'd know she'd been playing some kind of sex game. She only prayed that
there wasn't some telltale sign that would let him know the real truth.
She ground her teeth together when his fingers divided her hot young pubes. She heard
the sticky sound of the tissues parting, heard the doctor make a sound in his throat.
Was he going to ask her what had happened to her panties?
"You can hop down now." He gave her shoulder a pat. "I would have told your father
you're still a virgin, even if you weren't. But since you are, it makes it easy for
everybody concerned."
"I wish I was dead!"
"Just trying to understand him," Dr. Wilkins said. "He's forgotten when he was young."
"I'll never understand him," Darla hissed. "And I'll never ever forgive him!"
She went back out to the lobby, her head down.
"I don't see what you were worrying about, Karl," the doctor said.
"You mean–"
"That's what I mean. She's as virgin as the day I first spanked her fat little bottom."
"Virgin? You're sure?"
"Karl, a happen to be a doctor. The hymen on female human is hard to miss. Darla's
hymen is intact. Now, are you satisfied?"
"Thanks, Doc." He grabbed Darla's wrist roughly. "Come on home, you–"
"You promised there'd be no physical punishment," Dr. Wilkins reminded him.
"Okay, okay," Darla was pushed towards the door. "Just put this on my bill, Doc."
As soon as they were in the car, her father slapped her again. Darla buried her face in
her hands in sobbed.
And suddenly it was all very clear. She couldn't live at home anymore. She had to get
away. She had to get away with Keith.
"If you ever so much is look at that sonofabitch again," her father raved, "I'll..."
Darla didn't listen. Because she had no intention of letting her father run her life any
longer. She was going to run away. I she could get Keith to go with her.


Chapter 3

Darla didn't get a chance to see Keith until the night they ran off together. She
smuggled notes out with her little brother to arrange everything.
After what had happened at the drive-in, Keith was ready to go too. He'd been talking
about it for weeks, so Darla hadn't really taken him seriously.
But now she'd found out that he'd saved up close to five-hundred dollars, working after
school and during the summer. Keith had graduated, so there wasn't any reason for
him to hang around town.
Each night, Darla's father locked her in her room. But she'd already found a way to fix
the lock, so it didn't really close at all. She stuffed clothing into my knapsack, gathered
up what few personal items she possessed that were worth taking, and looked around at
what she was leaving behind.
"I'm not going to miss a damned thing," she muttered. With her mother gone, it didn't
seem like much of the deal to be running away from her old man. She sat fidgeting on
the bed until the time came for her to meet Keith. She opened the door as planned, and
sneaked downstairs. She could hear her father snoring. She was almost out the front
door when she hesitated, put down her pack and tiptoed into his room.
She was taking a big chance, but she knew they'd need all the money they could get,
just to survive. She dug two twenties out of her old man's wallet and scooped his wrist
watch from the bed table. In less than a minute she was outside, the night air warm on
her cheeks.
"Goodbye forever, you lousy sonofabitch," she whispered back at the house and her
sleeping father. She walked quickly down to the end of the block. Keith's dark blue car
idled at the curb, and she flung open the door and slid in.
"Hey, baby, I'm glad you made it. I was worried that maybe–"
"Nobody was going to stop me," Darla breathed, hugging Keith hard. "Now, let's get
out of here. Out of this dammed state!"
The rustling in the backseat told her that Lancer was coming too. Darla felt a
momentary confusion, then embarrassment. She had been hoping that Keith might
leave the animal behind. Lancer was a reminder of a momentary wickedness she'd given
into. She wished she could forget it now. Keith drove steady for the next six hours.
When they saw the highway sign indicating they'd crossed over into Oklahoma, she felt
relieved. Keith's slowed down. They began thinking about stopping at a motel. And the
way Keith kept squeezing her hand told her what he was really thinking about.
"It's like we're married," he told her. "Don't you feel that way?"
"I guess so. I don't know. It's all happened so fast. I'm still a little scared something will
happen to spoil it."
"As long as we're together, nothing can." He pulled her over to him, his hand sliding
up under her flannel shirt. She sighed and let him caress her firm, warm tit. Keith
pulled into a filling station and told the sleepy attendant to fill the tank.
"I'm going to take a leak," he told her.
When he came back, Darla saw him grinning from ear to ear. "There was a machine in
there. I had a couple of water so..."
He shrugged and dropped a small packet into her palm. Rubbers! Her heart thudded in
her chest. She'd wanted to run away and all, but now that it was coming down to this,
Darla wasn't too sure.
"Keith... I'm not sure I'm ready."
"Listen, baby, you're as ready as you'll ever be." He kissed her mouth. "Anyway, who's
gonna be looking over our shoulders? You're old man won't know about it."
"You're right. I shouldn't deny you. You've been awful sweet," she sighed. "But I still
don't feel right about it."
Keith pulled into a run-down motel and killed the lights and engine. "I'll go get us a
room. God, baby, I can't hardly wait."
The was an awkward feeling as they entered the room, and Darla tossed her knapsack
in the corner. She couldn't meet Keith eyes. She wondered what he was thinking, what
he expected of her. Making out in a car was one thing, but neither of them had ever
been alone in a motel room before. Her hands were shaking. Keith produced a bottle,
and unwrapped the paper from around the glasses on the dresser.
"I'll go get some ice."
As soon she was alone, Darla went to the bathroom and started the bath. She was
scared about doing anything with Keith. She was excited by the idea of it, but she was
still a virgin. When she came back into the room, she saw Lancer looking at her. He
was curled comfortably in a corner, his black tail wagging as their eyes met. Keith came
in with a pitcher of ice cubes and made them a couple of drinks.
"I hope you don't mind Scotch," he said. "It was all I could find in my dad's liquor
cabinet."
Darla slugged her first drink down and Keith quickly made her another. He knew that
liquor was quicker. She needed all the nerve she could get.
She still wasn't so sure about actually submitting to his desires. Her mind spun with
thoughts of his cock. Then, in the middle of imagining it going into her, she thought of
Lancer's hot, red spear. She started to wonder if she wasn't a little crazy.
"I'm going to get in the tub," she announced, getting unsteadily to her feet.
"I'll join you," Keith said, grabbing the bottle.
It seemed silly to be blushing, but as Darla stripped her things off, she couldn't help it.
Keith was looking at her so strangely. Like he was hungry for everything all once.
"God, you're so pretty."
He touched her fine, blonde hair, let his finger slide over her tit. She saw the hard, hot
shape of his cock and swallowed nervously. Keith followed her into the tub. She took
the bottle when he offered it. Maybe getting a little drunk would help.
"I'm afraid, Keith," she whispered when he made her turn so her back was pressed
against his belly. She could feel his erection throbbing at the base of her spine. She
knew what he wanted to do with that thing. She'd been able to keep her virginity, but
now the two of them were alone, and Keith wanted what he'd waited so long for.
He kissed and fondled her, his fingers soaping her crack, easing over her hot clit. She
responded, snuggling bank against him. She gave herself up to his kisses, his hugging.
Her nipples burned when he ran a soapy palm across them. She turned her head and
they kissed each other hungrily.
"You're so small, so sweet," he panted. "I've dreamed about fucking you for a whole
year now. A whole dammed year!"
"You really want me?" Darla couldn't help but be excited by his need to penetrate her
virgin body.
"You dammed right! A guy would have to be crazy not to want you!"
Keith helped her dry, taking advantage of the situation to run his fingers up and down
her slender legs. He patted her belly, and cupped trembling fingers under her cunt
mound.
"It won't hurt too much, honey," he assured her.
"Your pretty big," she breathed back.
"Ohhh, God," he groaned, "I'll bet you're gonna be so nice and tight and wet!"
In the room again, Darla looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples stood stiff and
turgid on the soft white swells of her tits. Her narrow waist curved outward to hips that
were on the boyish side, but definitely feminine. She had a pert, rounded ass that Keith
had a hard time keeping his hands from. He touched her there now, squeezing a warm
bun.
"Why don't we get in bed?"
"I guess so..."
They hugged, and the contact of their naked bodies made Darla shiver. She'd never felt
anything so nice, unless it had been when Lancer...
She shook her head, irritated that the memory kept coming back.
"What you thinking?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
Keith rolled her onto her back and kissed her tits. He kissed her belly too, and she
longed to have him kiss her lower down. But his lips only brushed her blonde pubic
curls, he quickly kissed his way up her body again. It was as if she wanted him to lick
her where the dog had licked her. It would be a kind of purification, something to make
her forget all about what Lancer had done.
"Keith? Would you... could you do something special for me? Since it is kind of our
wedding night."
"What would it be, darling?"
How could she asked him? How would she say it? "Could you kiss me... down... well, I
mean, which you..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
Keith lowered his head. She shivered, anticipating the warm, moist touch of his tongue.
She knew what it would be like. Better than that awful dog, better...
But it wasn't. Even with her cunt all scrubbed clean, he seemed shy about touching the
damp folds of her pussy. Darla panted a little to let him know he was at least in the
right area. She pumped her hips up and down slowly, opening her thighs.
The hot memory what Lancer had done to her came flooding back. God, that had felt
so fantastic! She remembered that, now, the throbbing, frenzied pleasure. Surely Keith
could make her feel that too.
He kissed her outer lips lightly, but she couldn't feel his tongue. Oh, why didn't he lick
her? She dug her fingers into his curly hair, urged him to kiss her harder. Lick me,
damn it! She thought. Ohhh, lick me!
But instead of doing what she yearned for, Keith reached to the bedside table and knelt
between her open legs, the small packet in his fingers. Darla almost said something. She
wasn't sure she wanted to give up her virginity just yet. Not that it was doing her any
good. Yet, she was afraid.
"Oh, Keith..."
"Just try to relax."
Darla watched him roll the rubber down over the head of his cock. It looks so strange
to be covered with the thin latex. It seemed even bigger than before, and she knew she
wouldn't have room for all of him. She was in the state of high excitement, but scared
stiff at the same time.
"You're gonna have to spread your legs, baby," Keith said, his voice gentle. He rubbed
his cock up along her crevice. She was wet enough, so there sure wasn't any problem
there. He rubbed harder, pressing against her clit. The tremors of pleasure made her
moan, and her hips rocked. She kept her palms pressed to the front of his hips, ready in
case he pushed too hard.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, that feels far out!"
"Now I'm gonna press against your cherry." He licked her mouth. "It won't hurt."
"Not too hard... uhhhh, uhhhh, Keith, it does hurt!"
"Darla... ohhh wow, you're slick as... as..."
He trembled as he rubbed his cock harder, pressing inward against the dainty, reddened
lump that protected her insides from invasion. It isn't really much of anything at all!
Darla thought, feeling the stinging sensation.
She wriggled, not knowing whether to make them stop or let him have it. She didn't
want to remain a virgin for the rest of her life. But then, she didn't want to be hurt
either.
"Ohhhh!" She groaned as the sting burned even worse. Then there was a little jerk, and
a sound that she felt more than heard. The pressure where her muscles squeezed tight
was suddenly increased. She could feel the shape of the head of Keith's cock! It was
actually sliding into her body!
"Baby!"
"Keith! Ohhhh, stop! Let me get used to it!"
He stopped, but it was all he could do to keep from shoving in to the hilt. She could
feel his tension, feel his muscles tightened up. He petted the sides of her ass cheeks,
panted into her ear.
"Let me in... let me get it really deep. It'll feel good, you'll see."
"Nhhooo! It's not that it's hurting all that much, I'm just... scared."
She squeezed down with her cunt muscles, squeezed around his cocktip. It wasn't all
the way in yet, and the hot smear of her juices across his erection made him tremble
again. Even through that rubber membrane, he could feel her slick, smooth surfaces.
"Ohhh, God, I've got to fuck you some more! I couldn't stop if somebody paid me!"
"Don't hurt... ohhh, ouch!"
It was big! It felt like it was splitting in half as it went in. Her virgin flesh was coming
into contact with the first hard cock of her young life. Darla wasn't missing a thing, not
one single inch of the throbbing, rigid shape! She licked her lips and her hips worked
gingerly as she concentrated and squeezed down on it.
She was still frightened, but the pleasurable sensations around the edges of her pussy
were starting to get to her. She bit her tongue and panted through flared nostrils.
God, it did feel good! Fucking did feel good! She tried to forget that her father would be
missing her now, tried to forget all the crummy trips he'd put on her head.
She was with her boyfriend, and she loved him and he was going to make her happy!
She let Keith kiss her mouth, giving him her tongue as her hips began to work a little
more fervently.
"Whhuuhhh, ohhhh, Keith! Ohhhhh, it does feel nice! It's not stinging so much now.
Ohhh, darling, I love you!"
"Baby... baby doll!"
She began to squirm her ass in slow circles, letting his cocktip gouge into her tender
cunt. She felt with trembling fingers where he'd penetrated her.
Halfway! She'd taken that thing halfway into her juicy, feverish cunt! She felt suddenly
like a woman. She'd passed the little girl stage now! She didn't just tease in the back of
a car any more, she actually did it. A real, male cock was partly imbedded in her cunt,
and she was enjoying it!
"Fuck... ohhh, fuck!" The word felt strange on her lips, though it wasn't the first time
she'd murmured it in a state of high passion. The difference was that now she actually
was fucking!
"God, baby, you're so tight! It's really rubbing me! I don't know how long I... Ohhh,
God, ohhhhh, God!"
"Keith, Keith!" she panted, feeling his ass tense, sliding a hand up his back so she could
dig her fingernails into the nape of his neck.
"Stop squirming," he gasped.
"I can't help it... I just can't. It hurts, but it feels wonderful!"
"Just... be still. For a little bit. God damn it, baby!"
Keith grabbed her plunging hips as if to hold her still. But the pressure of his fingers
digging into her flesh only made Darla want to wriggle harder.
His cock was still only a little more than halfway into her hole. It felt very tight, very
juicy inside of her. She felt the stretched muscles and clasping surfaces that were
plastered so slickly over Keith's throbbing erection.
She knew it must feel good to him, even though he was wearing a rubber. Because her
insides were spasming. They were tightening and loosening with a rhythm that seemed
to milk his cock!
This excited Darla past reason. She flopped around, her head flying back and forth on
the pillow, a dribble of saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Uhhh, yuhhhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, Keith, FUCK ME!"
She just couldn't keep still! Why did Keith want her to stay still? Didn't he want to get
her excited? She was excited! She felt wonderful. She felt that stiff, stabbing prick
pressing her inside apart!
"Ohh, ohhh, yes! It's going in so d-d-deep!" Why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't he
pushing and pulling like before? Ohhhh, she couldn't move enough! She couldn't rub
her dainty insides over that hot, hard barb enough!
"Damn! If you don't stop writhing around, Darla, I'm gonna lose it!"
"Huhhh, huhhhh, huhhhhh," she panted. What would he lose? He'd become so tense,
so stiff. His legs were hard as rocks and his belly was drawn up under his ribs. It was
like he was paralyzed.
"Keith... ohhh, make love to me!" She hunched her bottom up and down, driving
herself onto that feverish spike another inch. As her pussy blossomed out around
Keith's cock, he shuddered. She squeezed his ass, concentrating on the movement,
loving the way his cock made her feel.
Then he bucked. He bucked hard, a long sigh coming from his mouth. She held him in
her arms, wondering what had happened. He was trembling like a baby and his hips
had begun to move in a frenzy. He groaned again and she felt his shaft surging where
her firm cunt muscles gripped it.
"What's happening? Keith, what's happening?"
"Darla! Baby... ohhhh, God damn!"
Now she could feel his cock jerking steadily. It was a strong, unfaltering rhythm that
made her own cunt squeeze back in time. And now she knew what had happened. She
knew that Keith was doing the very same thing he did when she jacked him with her
hand. He was spurting hot cum, filling his rubber.
Keith panted excitedly against her neck as he finished, his hips lurching convulsively
until at last a shudder went through him, and he was still. Darla continued to squirm
but she knew that it was finished, that her own pleasure was finished too. Because Keith
always got very sleepy after coming. And she didn't figure that it could be any different
now.
"Couldn't hold it," he murmured, kissing her neck. "You're so tight and it was my first
time with you and so-"
"Are you sure it was your first time ever?" she asked. Though Keith had implied that
he'd had many other girls, there was something about his stories that made her wonder.
"Are you kidding?"
"You don't seem so much of an expert to me!"
He didn't reply. His cock was already growing soft, and though Darla couldn't keep her
hips still, couldn't keep from pumping up and down, she could feel him sliding back.
His prick came free of her with a wet pop and she looked down to see a red smear
along the sides of the rubber. The tip of the thing was sagging heavily with white
cream. That was about all she had to be thankful for, that his semen hadn't gotten
inside her.
"Ohhh, I feel so... tingly all over!"
"I'm kinda tired."
Keith, the big lover. She wanted to laugh, but she felt more like crying. Not that she
should expect all that much from her very first fuck. Yet, she had expected more from
Keith. She felt sad and empty inside. Her muscles had all been stretched for a little
while, and now they were squeezing on emptiness.
"Mmmmmm, won't you kiss me again?" She meant for him to kiss her cunt. Keith
didn't get the drift. He kissed her mouth and looked puzzled when she gave him a
blank stare. "Oh, forget it."
"What's wrong with you?"
"You wouldn't understand." Darla felt for a moment that it had been a terrible mistake
to run away with Keith. All her romantic notions had been dashed to smithereens.
She'd lost her cherry and still felt a hungry ache between her thighs. She wanted to cry.
Keith stuck a fresh drink in her hands.
"Here, this'll fix you up." He was pouring himself a stiff drink. He choked a little on
the strong booze, but got it down and topped his glass again.
"You'd better be cool with that stuff," Darla warned. She still felt kind of sad. She
looked down at her naked tits and touched one nipple. Keith hardly noticed her. And
just last week he'd been crazy to get her all undressed.
He fell across the bed and closed his eyes. Darla tried the television, but the late movie
was pretty boring. After a moment or two she heard Keith snoring. Lancer got up from
his place in the corner and came over to her. He licked her hand, whimpering.
"What's wrong with you? Oh, I know." The dog went to the door, scratched it, and
whimpered louder. "Just a minute, I've got to get something on."
Darla didn't want to bother putting on all her things again, so she just threw a robe
around her shoulders, cinched the belt and found the leash Keith had brought along for
Lancer. She couldn't very well let him go galloping off in a strange place. They might
never see him again if he couldn't find his way back to the motel.
"Okay, okay," she crooned, snapping the leash onto the black dog's collar. She glanced
back at Keith as she opened the door. Sound asleep! He'd filled his rubber and passed
out. Keith, the great lover.
Closing the door behind her, Darla wound the leash around her hand twice and urged
Lancer to follow her. She didn't want to let him piss on the lawn of the motel so she
went down the portal and out back between two units. The moon was bright enough
for her to make her way down a path towards a playground. She could see the swings
silhouetted before her. There was a slide, a merry-go-round and a small softball field
that needed mowing.
"I guess this is okay," she said, letting Lancer have some slack in the leash. He lifted his
leg over a brace for the swings and pissed. A warm breeze blew the front of Darla's robe
open. Lancer turned to face her, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
"Oh, no! No, Lancer! Get back!"
But Lancer wasn't getting back. He was walking towards her. She dropped the leash
and ran across the softball infield. Behind her, she could hear the heavy thumping of
the big dog's paws.


Chapter 4

"God! God, NO!"
She stumbled and went sliding on her knees.
Lancer closed his jaws down on the calf of her leg, and though she was frightened half
out of her wits, Darla was surprised to feel a hot jolt of pleasure along with her fear.
"Let me go! You... you beast!"
She hadn't screamed yet. She didn't want to wake people in the motel, she didn't want
to cause a stir. She was a runaway, sixteen years old. They'd crossed a state line, and
that could mean a lot of trouble for Keith. She wasn't sure about the exact laws, but
she'd heard stories about such things.
She half-turned, taking a swipe at Lancer. He was much faster than she was. Now his
fangs dug into her wrist and he bit down hard enough to make her squeal.
"Okay, okay, I won't hit you any more!" She was panting hard, panicking. What could
she do? What had happened to Lancer? He knew her well enough not to attack her, for
God's sake. She started crawling towards the pitcher's mound.
The grass was long and wet with dew. Lancer growled and tore at the robe trailing on
the ground. With a few quick snatches of his strong head, he ripped the whole thing
down the back.
"Ohhh, help," she whimpered weakly.
The dog tore at the robe again, ripping it to shreds. As the terry cloth material fell away
from her naked body, Darla knew what he wanted. The dog's hot muzzle pushed hard
against her ass. He found her cunt mound, rooting roughly against the slickened flesh.
She was hot and flushed, and drippy from having fucked Keith. Maybe the dog smelled
the blood on her too. Whatever it was, he'd gone berserk. He wasn't acting like a
trusted pet any more. He was acting like some creature of the forest.
And he had her cornered too. On her hands and knees. Heavy paws were pushed
against her ass cheeks.
"Nooo!"
The dog mounted her, his haunches lunging. Something hot and slick brushed across
one ass cheek. Darla pinched her bottom tight and crawled faster. The dog walked with
his hind feet, keeping his body on top of hers. His big front paws hugged her tightly.
The furry caress made her feel so odd! And then his tongue wet the nape of her neck,
pushing her blonde hair aside so he could get to her there.
"Whhhaaahhh!" she cried, stopping.
The dog lunged again and his cock slipped under her mound, rubbing across the
glistening surface. Her pussy folds were all swollen out from being penetrated by Keith,
and she felt Lancer's cocktip very distinctly. It was as slick as she was. It was hot too.
And it was hard!
"Mhhhuuhh, ohhhhh, what's happening to me?" She was tingling all over. She hadn't
stopped being scared for an instant. But this other emotion, this other thing was
affecting her.
But now the truth pounded in her brain. This dog was out to rape her! He wasn't
satisfied with just licking her young cunt any more, like he had in the drive-in that
night. He actually wanted to fuck her! Dog fashion!
She fell forward on the ground, flattening herself and squeezing her thighs together. He
couldn't get at her that way! He'd get tired and leave her alone, and she could pull her
ruined robe around her and run back to the motel.
When Darla heard Lancer snarl, she knew she was winning. He nosed around her,
sniffing and pawing, trying to figure out a way to finish what he'd started. Occasionally
she'd get a glimpse of his big red prick as he passed. It had a barb at the tip, like Keith's
peins did. But this barb was blunter and thicker, and it was slicker looking too. Though
scared, she trembled with a perverse thrill as she thought of that thing sliding into her.
"There, he's going off. He's going to leave me alone."
But Lancer didn't go far. He came back and pounced on her back heavily with all fours.
Then she felt his sharp teeth at her neck. He took his time, finding a perfect place to
grasp her so she couldn't slip away.
"Ouch... owwwoowww!" she cried, feeling his powerful jaws closing tighter, ever
tighter. She was strangling! She coughed and struggled to get to her hands and knees.
That was what he wanted. He'd literally dragged her up into the right position again.
And with his teeth still clamped tight onto her neck, Lancer mounted her, his haunches
swinging forward excitedly.
"Uhhhh! Ouch... ohhhhh!"
It couldn't be! That dog couldn't be forcing that sharp barb into her crevice, could he?
She could feel the plump outer lips of her mound open up. She felt her juicy insides
melt around his spongy knob. The dog growled, his breath hot against her neck. He
wasn't about to let her go now! He was so big, so strong.
Darla wriggled under him, her knees sliding apart in the wet grass. The dog had his
glans against her ruined cherry now, and he was thrusting hard. It hurt as her stretched
muscles were stretched once again. It burned as her ruptured hymen was pounded at
once more. She gasped, drooling on the grass between her spread hands.
"Nhhuuhhh... ohhhh, don't fuck me! Ohhhh, Lancer, please don't!"
It was horrible! It was the most perverse thing she could imagine. Whispered stories of
girls in Mexican border towns came back to her. Could it be possible? Could a dog
actually do it with a human female?
Then Lancer thrust with hurried, jerking movements, and the swollen knob of his prick
slipped easily past her resisting muscles. With a wet pop, she felt him go in.
The dog had her now and no matter how much she wriggled, she couldn't free herself
from that meaty spear. Because the moment he'd stabbed it deep, the head had bulged
firmly against her soft insides, trapping his cock.
"Nhhhaaahhh," she babbled, her hips working to get free. But the movement of her
body only rubbed the dog's glans more, made it swell tighter. And the rubbing was
having an effect on her. Lancer's glans felt so much like how Keith's swollen tip had felt
inside her. But it was the difference that was exciting her, exciting her despite her
efforts to remain calm and cool.
She wanted to escape, she had to get away from this crazed animal. But the spearing
movement of his thick cock inside of her tight cunt was doing things to her. Itchy,
tingling things that made her tongue loll out of her mouth. Made her eyes roll wildly.
"Bigger... he's bigger than Keith! That knob... ohhh, God, it's like a..."
The dog lunged, stabbing another two inches of prickmeat into her dripping crevice. A
rivulet of sex juice trickled down the inside of her thigh. She could feel Lancer's belly
rubbing her ass. He was big enough to fuck her and keep her neck firmly clamped in
his jaws all the while. The carnal fury of his excitement was getting to Darla now, really
getting to her.
"Stop... ohhh, st-st-stop!" she murmured. But her words were without much force. Her
cunt was getting very, very slick. Much slicker than it had been while Keith was
messing with her, like in the back seat that night at the drive in.
She remembered how Lancer had licked her until her pussy had swelled up bigger than
it'd ever been before. And now, her inner folds had blossomed out, her dainty opening
squeezing tightly around the sliding, veined shaft. She put a hand back and felt the
slickened spike of cockmeat rippling past her fingertips, slurping up into her young
hole.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh, God in heaven!"
She could even feel her muscles tightening, squeezing that thing! It was as if her cunt
liked it, wanted the hot, steady stab of the dog's prick. She whined with confusion. Her
heart was about to jump out of her chest. Even her nipples had swelled out firm and
stiff on her chest.
She whimpered, her blonde hair falling limply over the front of her shoulders.
"Nhhuuhhh, he's fucking me! It's going in so deep... so damned deep!"
She cold hear trucks going by on the highway and, from somewhere, the steady beat of
music. But no one knew what was happening to her, that this big black dog had her
down, had his cock inside her pussy! Even as she shivered with excited fear, he lunged
again and another inch of rigid meat entered her.
Something strange was happening to her, something erotic and mind-bending. Darla
still wanted to escape, wanted to be back in the safety of that motel room, cuddling
against Keith's warm body. But the way Lancer held her neck in his jaws, the way his
furry front legs squeezed her slender body, made tingles turn into carnal flames.
The rape was becoming a reality, more real than any feel-up games she'd played with
Keith. This hot cock sliding so easily into her body was raking the sensitive sides of her
cunt much better than Keith's quick shoves had done.
And Lancer was stiffer! Longer! The head of his penis was growing huge! She could feel
the tightness deep, deep inside of her.
"Nhhhaaa... so deep! Ohhh, how can I take much more of it?"
Her hips squirmed for the first time since the black dog had mounted her. She was
immediately ashamed. It was still rape, after all. She didn't want this to be happening to
her. Yet her ass had given a little tremble, a little grinding motion that rubbed him,
rubbed her.
A bit of juice trickled down her thigh. Lancer, sensing her growing excitement, gave a
yelp and let go of her neck. He was licking her back and shoulders, kissing her in the
only way he knew. But when Darla tried to start crawling, thinking of course, of escape,
the dog bit down on her neck again.
"Nhhuuhhh, ouch!"
His humping became more violent, more savage! She cold feel his balls swinging
forward when he brought his haunches up against her ass. He was really getting deep.
And that knob, that spongy glans that had been making her half-crazy, was even bigger
than before.
Darla clutched her mound again, feeling both sides of his throbbing prick. Her juicy
folds were hot, and as that raw shaft went into her again, more sex juice flooded out to
moisten her fingers.
Then she felt the last inch disappear between the dainty petals of her cuntflesh. Lancer's
big balls bumped her ass and the dog made jerky, convulsive movements, the instinctive
fucking movements of an animal who knew he had found the right place to stick his
cock.
"Mhhuuhh, fucking me so hard! Soooo fast!" Darla moaned with helpless despair. How
could anyone understand what was happening ot her? Nobody would believe her if she
told them that a dog had raped her.
But it was happening. And the sharp fangs that dug into her slender neck told her that
she had no way of escaping. Lancer had his cocktip nestled deeply in her womb. He
had that super-sensitive knob pressed into a hot, slick cunt, and his pleasure was at a
high point.
Darla cold feel his breath washing over her neck, and though she still struggled with
thoughts of escape, she knew that her body was responding. Responding in a way that
scared and shocked her!
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, God!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as the dog's front paws slid
down her sides, stopping where her hips flared out. His back was humped high as he
hunched her, his muscles working smoothly to stab that raw red cock deep into her
pussy. He fucked much faster than Keith had. His movements were sure and exact, and
the swelling knob gouged her womb's opening.
Each shuddering blow, each bump of Lancer's balls against her body, was another
sensation that weakened her. Darla had her arms spread wide for support. Her knees
were well parted too, and the drippy, swollen flesh of her cunt was all bulged out
around the prick that was sliding noisily in and out.
"Mhhuuhh... hhuuhhhnnn!"
Again, the shock of what as happening to her made Darla lurch. She bucked violently,
crying and flailing at the animal on her back. Somehow she rose, his hard, slick cock
popping free of her pussy. She felt how big his knob was now, and as she staggered
forward, she wondered if he was going to catch her. If she could just make it back to
the motel...
But as she neared the swings, heavy paws hit her in the small of the back, hit her hard!
She fell forward, a cry of despair caught in her throat. On her hands and knees again,
she was pushed up against the steel pole that held the swings.
The dog bit her shoulder hard now, his front paws surrounding her again as he held
her hips in position. Then, with a bark of victory, he drove his swollen glans into her
cunt again.
The hot shape plowed her folds apart and sunk in to the hilt. Shuddering and groaning,
Darla felt a repeat of her first excitement. Having him fucking her fresh again, having
that thing slide its whole length into her tight and dripping hole, made the tingling
pleasure surge even hotter.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhnnnn!" she groaned, her hips working. She couldn't help herself,
couldn't help from being swept up into that rubbing, tickling friction. Her slender body
was jarred again and again. Her trim ass took the shocks of the dog's haunches
slamming forward. Darla's tummy quivered, her tits, too. She felt the tightening of her
hot cunt around that spear of dogmeat. She was getting so excited... so very excited!
"God! This is awful! Ohhhh, help... ohhhh!"
She wasn't going to come, was she? Surely this animal wasn't going to make her come!
But the itchy pleasure she felt around her crevice couldn't be mistaken. That thick
prick, the slippery friction, the rubbing, gouging pressure of the fuck, was getting to her
at last.
Drooling and panting, she felt her pussy begin a rhythmic squeezing of the dog's cock.
The contractions became more powerful, the tempo increasing.
"Lancer! Ohhhh, God, it's happening... IT'S HAPPENING TO ME!"
The frustration she'd felt when Keith had fallen asleep seemed like a fading memory
now. Her passion began to flow freely. She could feel her nipples throbbing, becoming
very firm and hot. She pulled a hand up to squeeze a tit. Her soft flesh felt so good to
touch. And the dog's slick spear was penetrating another soft part of her body! The
fucking, the rubbing of his furry belly against her ass cheeks and back made her
whimper with lust.
"Damn you... ohhh, damn you!" she cried, her hips thrusting now. She couldn't keep
still, not with that itchy pleasure spreading over her flesh! She could hardly believe how
passionate she was becoming. Like at the drive-in, when the dog had licked her. She
was swollen like that now. Her pussy was like a ripe, glistening flower of female flesh,
and every time the dog's stiff spear went into her, the sound was slurpy and erotic.
"Ghhhuuhh!" she gasped, coming. The rippling thrills surged through her so suddenly
that she jerked, moving with wild and frantic lunges of her hips and shoulders. The dog
knew what was happening and he yipped and squeezed his paws around her waist even
tighter. He pushed her squirming ass back against the forward stabbing of his haunches
as he fucked her deep and hard.
"Got me... he's got me!"
Darla came again, her muscles squeezing convulsively around the lovely thing, the dog
cock inside her. She babbled words of lust and clawed at the grass between her fingers.
The dog went at her hungrily, his excited movements never ceasing. She felt the hot
spurts now, felt the thick dog sap running down her thigh.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh!"
The dog's glans had become stuck inside of her! She couldn't believe it at first when she
had moved forward, crawling past the swing standard. The dog limped after her, his
paws still hugging her as he jerked and flopped.
Yes, it was stuck, and the hot cream continued to boil out, dripping down her thighs.
She felt mushy and slick between the swollen lips of her cunt. She felt as if she'd be
caught on this horny animal forever. She thought of the people in the motel. She
thought of a laughing crowd around her, pointing and taking pictures.
"Nhhuuhh!" she whined, tossing her blonde hair. The dog bit her neck again and gave
her a few last thrusts. That hot knob pressed up into the mouth of her womb as hot
cum boiled out. Lancer shuddered, his hips almost vibrating as the wave of pleasure
washed through him at last.
They fell to the side, the dog kicking and clawing at her in panic. Now that he'd
planted his seed, he seemed to want to escape as badly as she did.
"Ohhh, you beast! You're hurting me!"
They twisted around in the grass and then she felt it, felt the bulging knob being pulled
back along her squeezing tube. Her cunt came free with a wet pop, and a gush of
steamy cream dribbled down the crack of her ass.
Lancer walked off a few yards and sat on his hind legs. He licked his cock slowly,
glancing up at Darla every so often. He had lost his viciousness now, and as she caught
her breath, she realized that he'd never really meant to hurt her. The animal had had
only one desire. Darla put her hand gingerly to her well-fucked cunt.
"You got what you wanted, didn't you?"
The dog wagged his tail. She wanted to hate him. Another emotion pushed its way into
her mind. She had been satisfied, hadn't she? After Keith had made a mess of their first
night together, his faithful dog had taken her on the dewy grass of a softball field.
Actually, this had been her first real fuck. The other one hadn't begun to measure up to
the excited stabbing of the dog's tumid prick.
"But it was a dog!" She shuddered and covered her face with her hands. She looked
down between her legs, where shreds of her robe still dangled across her belly. A
cummy, drippy mess oozed from her ravished folds. She saw blood too, fresh blood
from where the dog's excited fucking had finished what was left of her poor little
hymen.
Darla felt like she was losing her mind, but the feeling soon passed. She got to her feet,
holding on to the chain of a nearby swing.
"You ruined my robe," she panted.
Lancer came up, his leash dragging. He gave her slender calf a lick and wagged his tail
again. He seemed to be saying he was sorry. "Yeah, I'll bet you are. You'd jump me
again if you needed it."
The dog's tail wagged again, like he was agreeing. She picked up his leash and took a
deep breath. Then, limping because of the soreness of her cunt, she made her way back
toward the lights of the motel.
Keith was still snoring when she entered the room. She hid the robe Lancer had
shredded with his teeth, and poured herself a stiff drink. The Scotch almost choked her,
but she drained the glass and poured more.
She wasn't very good at getting drunk, but she needed the booze to blur the guilty
thoughts that were welling up from the dark recesses of her mind.
"If you only knew," she said softly, gazing at the sleeping form of her boyfriend. "If you
only guessed what your dog just did to me."
Keith snuffled in his sleep and moved a leg. Darla stirred her ice cube around with a
finger and put the glass to her lips again.
Lancer was curled in the corner, his eyes closed. But the moment she looked at him, his
lids opened. He seemed to sense her every thought. Had it always been like that? Had
he waited all these months just to get a crack at her?
"Com'ere bottle," she slurred, tilting it to her glass, watching the amber fluid flow
across an ice-cube. She drank again, feeling the booze at last. A warm river ran through
her veins. It was a nice warm river. Made her feel good. Made her feel like she didn't
give a damn.
Her cunt ached! That dog had really socked it to her. Darla giggled. "Really put it to
me, didn't yuh, Lancer, old boy?"
The dog watched her. She got up and walked over to him. She knelt and scratched his
neck. The dog panted happily, opening his back legs to expose his sheathed cock. For
an instant, Darla almost grabbed the black sheath, almost squeezed the animal's balls.
She trembled then and quickly stood up. She returned to the edge of the bed, shaking
her ice-cube around in the glass and frowning.
"I don't really believe it happened. Naw, that dog didn't fuck me." She slurped her
Scotch. "Did he? Did he really put it in me?" Darla finished the drink and fell back on
the bed, the dropped glass rolling across the rug.


Chapter 5

When Darla woke up the next morning, Keith was beginning to stir. With panic, she
realized she hadn't cleaned the dog cum from her body, hadn't done anything but get
drunk and pass out on top of the covers. She jumped up and tried to stand. Her head
pounded and for a moment she couldn't focus on anything.
On her way to the bathroom she saw the bottle of Scotch. There were only two inches
left in the bottom. She poured the booze in a glass, ran water to weaken it and slugged
the concoction down. With the shower sending steam clear into the room, she climbed
under the hard spray and let it run down over her body.
"God... still sore. He was so big!" Darla bit her tongue when she realized she wasn't
talking about the young lover she'd run away with. She was talking about his dog! She
soaped her body three times, gingerly cleaning her tender cunt folds, making sure there
were no traces of the dog's hot lust on her flesh. Keith was banging on the door now.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
She heard him piss noisily. Then the shower curtain was jerked back and he smiled
drowsily at her.
"Hey, baby, how are you this morning?" he asked.
"Fair."
"I've got one hell of a head. Must've been that Scotch."
"I drank a little after you fell asleep," Darla admitted. She was becoming embarrassed
by the way he was looking at her. It was such a hungry look. "My head feels pretty
weird too."
"Mind if I get in there with you?"
"I'm getting out now."
She felt funny, slipping by Keith. But she didn't want to play shower games this
morning. She just wasn't in the mood. As she dried her naked body in front of the
dresser mirror, Lancer came up behind her and touched his nose to a cheek of her ass.
Darla's first impulse was to turn to the animal and hit him with her fist. Instead she just
looked at him. His eyes were big and bright and friendly, like Lancer usually looked.
But there was something about the way he'd touched her. Like he'd remembered, and
wanted her to remember.
And unexpected thrill went through her. It was a thrill she hadn't wanted, a reminder
of that incredible scene in the grass. She could remember exactly how that red cock had
felt sliding so deeply into her body. She remembered it far too clearly and she shook
her head to rid herself of such perverseness.
"Isn't there anything else to drink?" she called to Keith.
"Nope," he called back.
Darla dressed hurriedly, brushed her hair and put on a touch of lipstick. Examining
herself in the mirror, she sighed.
"Don't look much over sixteen, but I guess it's worth a try."
She'd seen the bar and grill across the highway the night before. It was afternoon now,
so maybe the place would be open for business. Fishing some cash out of Keith's wallet,
she started out the door. Lancer whined and came behind her, his leash dragging like it
had the night before when he'd finished fucking her.
"I guess I forgot to unfasten this when we got home," she said, kneeling. The dog put a
paw on her knee. It shouldn't have made her feel any different, but it did. The hot flash
of lust made her clit bulge against the nylon of her panties. She left the leash on.
"Maybe you'd protect me if some trucker wanted to make a pass," She murmured,
ruffling the fur of his neck.
Darla led the dog out of the unit and across the highway. There were only a few cars
parked in front of the bar. She took a deep breath, wound her fingers tighter around
Lancer's leash and pushed inside.
"That was really dumb," Keith muttered. He was driving fast, his knuckles white from
squeezing the wheel so hard.
Darla pouted in the seat beside him. She still had the beer the trucker had bought her.
The third beer he'd bought her. She held the bottle up to the window, watching the
light shine through the dark glass. Keith gave her an angry look and turned his
attention back to the road.
"What if some cop had been in there?" He asked. "They'd have spotted you in a second.
You don't just look like anybody, you know. That blonde hair and..." he shook his head
again. "It was one hell of a dumb thing to do."
"That guy was really nice," Darla whined. "He bought me this beer. Boy, I really
needed a drink too. You sure didn't help me get rid of my hangover."
Darla had been wondering if this whole plan was a mistake. She'd been glad to get
away from her father and all, but the way things had been going, she was having
second thoughts.
For one thing, Keith wasn't such a hot lover after all. At least he hadn't shown any
special talent yet. And for another thing, Lancer...
Darla shivered and took a quick drink from her beer. She wasn't sure she even wanted
to think about that part of it.
"If we're gonna hang together and not get caught, you've got to do what I say," Keith
told her. He sure was mad. "You can't go running around like it's some family vacation.
They mean, you're old man has probably got a bulletin out on us by now. All it would
take is for some highway patrolman to cruise by while you are hanging around and
bam, we're in the lock-up. I could get in real trouble for taking you out of the state."
"I'll be good. Promise."
Keith looked nervously at the rear-view mirror. "I thought I was going to have to fight
that trucker to get you out of that place."
"He liked me." Darla ran her finger around the mouth of the beer bottle. "I wonder if
he was a good lover."
Keith's face reddened. "Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that you don't seem to worry about anybody's fun but your own."
"Like when?"
"Like last night."
"Now listen, Darla, you don't know what you're talking about. When a girl is a virgin,
she never gets a climax the first time. And it's real tight for a boy when he breaks a new
chick in. You were tighter than I thought you'd be, and when it's tight like that..." he
shrugged and gave her a weak smile. "A guy just can't hold on."
"I'm through this beer," Darla announced. "I want some more."
"We don't have any more."
"Can't you stop and buy some?"
"Oh, Christ!" Keith's slowed as they passed through a small town. He pulled into the
driveway of a liquor store and killed the engine.
"Why don't you get some more Scotch? Unless you know something that tastes better."
"How about some Brandy?" He got out of the car. "I'll get you some Brandy... if I can
get a favor from you." Keith leaned in her window and touched a curly lock of her
blonde hair. Darla knew it was something to do with sex. "Well?"
"What sort of favor?"
"Something you could do with your mouth. When people get married, they just
naturally start doing things like that."
"We're not really married."
"Same as."
"I don't know Keith, I –"
"You don't need any God damned Scotch then." He started back around to his side of
the car.
"Wait!"
Keith sauntered back to her window and leaned his elbows on the door. She was
breathing rapidly, thinking of what he wanted her to do. She sure wanted a drink. The
drinking was making things easier. It made her less afraid of what they'd undertaken.
Yes, she really needed something to drink.
"Okay. I guess so," she agreed.
When Keith came out of the liquor store and slid behind the wheel, Darla grabbed the
brown paper sack from his hands.
"It's only a pint."
"You must think I robbed a bank before we started on this trip."
"I've got some money too. I would have given you more if –"
He started the engine abruptly. "I don't want a drunk on my hands. You've already
been more trouble than I thought."
He pulled back onto the highway and headed out of town. When they'd passed by the
last stores, Darla unscrewed the cap and tilted the pint up to her mouth. The Brandy
was better than the Scotch. She took three big swallows before lowering the bottle
again. Keith had already unzipped his fly. She looked down at the white lump of his
skivvies that pushed up out of the opening.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Don't you know?"
Darla thought of how she'd wanted him to kiss her cunt the night before. Oh sure, he'd
kissed it. That was all. The sonofabitch! And now he wanted her to suck his cock. She
was sure she'd get throwing-up sick if she so much as touched her lips to that thing.
"Want me to pull it out?" Keith asked, driving with one hand.
Darla took another slug of Brandy and gave him a weak nod. Well, he had bought her
the booze. She sure couldn't buy any for herself, not with her youthful appearance.
"You really are hard. How do get hard and drive at the same time?"
"Jesus Christ, Darla, you've got a lot to learn."
She snuggled closer and slipped her fingers around the hard, hot meat. It surged against
her light squeeze, so she squeezed harder. Then she licked her lips and took a deep
breath.
The Brandy had certainly helped to quiet her nerves. She wasn't nearly as upset about
what she had to do. But if Keith thought she was going to swallow his cum, he was out
of this fucking mind!
She lay down in the seat, facing his crotch. She continued to jack his foreskin slowly,
never quite exposing his glans completely. She could smell him. A musky, sexy smell
that was something like her own. She licked her lips again. The Brandy pumped
through her veins. She closed her eyes and pressed her soft mouth down over Keith's
cockhead.
He sucked in a quick breath and the car swerved slightly.
"God damn!"
"Maybe you shouldn't drive while –"
"Go ahead."
He looked down at her. Darla pushed a blonde curl back from her cheek, and turned to
look at his cock again. The tip was throbbing, growing before her eyes. She pulled the
foreskin back, watching it slip past the flared ridge.
Now his tip was completely exposed. It seemed huge, like it wouldn't even fit into her
mouth. She swallowed nervously. The Brandy had made her cheeks feel hot. She
pushed her lips over the rounded head again and heard Keith groan as she slid down
the rigid prick. Her bottom lip was slick with saliva and slid easily along the lobes
under his cock tip.
She knew these little bumps were very sensitive, from having played with Keith before.
But when she now touched the place with her lip, he just about came unglued.
"Uhhh... yeah, baby, do that!"
Maybe it was the softness, the slick wetness of her lips. Her warmth had something to
do with it too, she guessed. Instead of being turned off like she'd thought she'd be,
Darla found her excitement growing. She let her lips open lightly and rubbed them
back and forth again over the domed shape of her boyfriends prick tip.
The slurpy slick noise made a tremor of pleasure go through her cunt. She remembered
all too vividly how it had sounded when Lancer had fucked her the night before.
"God, Darla... keep doing it!"
She rubbed faster, not quite ready to take more of his hot cock into her mouth. But,
little by little, she was slipping down. She finally let her teeth edge behind the flared
part of his crown. The car swerved again and she saw how tightly Keith was holding
the wheel.
For the first time, she let her tongue touch him. She knew he felt the heat and the
special rough but soft texture of it, because he let out a pent-up breath and his hips
lurched. She patted his balls gingerly, experimenting, discovering the way that seemed
to get to him best. Darla was surprised to find that her own heart was pounding hard.
She hadn't guessed that sucking a guy would make her feel pleasure to!
"Uhhh, uhhhhhhh! God damn, Darla that feels awful nice!"
"Mmmmm," she cood back.
Darla was amazed at how well she could feel the changes in Keith's body. As she
smeared her hot saliva over the taut skin of his glans, she felt the blood surging just
under the surface. She felt the ridge swelling with each beat of his heart. And when she
let her teeth sink into the spongy meat, the boy trembled like a leaf. He was having
some kind of fit.
"Wow! Ohhhh, wow, Darla!"
The more pleasure Keith felt, the more excited Darla became. She was really getting
into the way his cock slid in and out between her lips. She could vary the depth easily,
taking the bulging tip up to the roof of her mouth, or letting it just brush her throat.
When she did that, she had a feeling that she would like to gag. But it wasn't hard to
keep the feeling from getting too strong. She just choked down the urge and let his
glans ease deeper, deeper. This was really making him flip out!
"Darla, ohhhh, baby! When you get it deep like that, I feel like I'm about to lose my
fucking mind!"
"Ghhuunnnmmmm!" She moaned, letting her head wobble back and forth, letting his
hot tip push one cheek out. Her tongue flicked along the shaft, feeling out all the
bumps and lumps, petting, teasing, caressing until Keith was shuddering again. He
wasn't driving very fast at all. In fact, she wondered if he was going to stop right on the
roadway.
Experimenting, she tightened the ring of her lips so it would fit tightly around his
glans. She moved her head with a slow, rolling motion, her fingers digging into the soft
sac to find his balls. She found them and squeezed each in the palm of one hand. Her
fingers could feel the sponge-firm eggs, and when she squeezed and sucked hard at his
tip at the same time, Keith's hips lurched violently in the seat.
"God d-d-damn!" He sounded like he was choking.
"Mmmuuhhh," she moaned through flared nostrils. He liked it, he liked what she was
doing. But Darla had discovered something far more exciting than this. She liked what
she was doing too!
It seemed as if that shape, that spongy, hard thing, was made to fit into her mouth. She
made sucking sounds as she pushed down and drew back. It throbbed against her
tongue. She could feel it swelling again, pulsing rhythmically as if there were some
mechanism that timed it. This pulsing reminded her that she had to be careful. She still
didn't intend to eat Keith's hot cum, even if she was enjoying the sucking part.
"Don't stop," he groaned.
Darla kept squeezing his balls. She was beginning to feel his excitement, and could feel
the throbbing rigidity of his cock jerking in her mouth. It was going to happen any
second now . She had to pull her lips free. And then she felt the car swerve over to the
side of the road as Keith hit the brakes.
Two strong hands cupped the back of her head.
"Nhhhaaaahhmmmm," she groaned, struggling to pull her lips free.
But Keith was quivering all over, panting as loud as she'd ever heard him pant. "Oh,
God, ohhhh, God, Darla! Suck it! Suck it hard, baby! Ohhh, suck it or I'll tear your
hair out!"
She sucked, sucked so hard that her jaw hurt. She ran her tongue up and down the
shaft as she was pressed harder over the spike that threatened to choke her now.
"Ghhhuuhhh," she gasped.
Keith had stopped the car and was letting her pull her head upward, only to shove it
down again, the hot spear of his cock sliding past her tonsils each time.
She bucked as her stomach lurched. She was gagging, choking on the ripe plum that
was his glans. It throbbed powerfully, its slickened surface pressing out against the sides
of her throat.
"Nhhhuuuuhh!"
"Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!"
"Mmuuhhgggghhh!"
"Damn! Ohhh, God damn!"
Though she was panicked past all reason, juice dripped from Darla's cunt. She writhed
in the seat, trying to pull her lips free from around the hard shaft of Keith's big cock.
The more she squirmed, the deeper her pantycrotch slid between her hot young pubes.
"Oh, God, Darla! Here it comes!"
He squeezed her head with both hands, making sure she didn't pull her lips away from
his prick at the last minute. Darla fell her heart leaping inside her chest. She could feel
his cumtube pulsing as she brushed her tongue along it. Already that hot sap was on its
way up his prickshaft, on its way to her mouth.
"Mhhuuhhhmmm," she groaned, afraid of what it would taste like.
And then Keith trembled violently, and she felt his belly go hard, felt his thighs twitch.
"Ahhhhhh!" He yelled, his head flying back against the seat. "Ahhhhhh!"
The first spurt of hot cream splashed onto the back of her throat and dribbled down in
sticky strings. She didn't even know what it tasted like and already she was swallowing,
trying to get the stuff down. A wave of nausea passed over her, but then his glans
bulged out again and another stream of semen boiled onto her tongue.
Now she tasted it, now she smacked it between her cheeks and her tongue. It tasted
strange all right, but she couldn't say it tasted bad. Another hot stream surged across
her tongue and into her throat. She gulped, hearing the sticky sound of her swallowing.
The strangest sensations tingled through her cunt. Her nipples stood out under her thin
dress.
Was it the fact that she was swallowing Keith's seed that was exciting her? Was it
because the creamy stuff was letting her lips slide up and down his throbbing shaft
more easily than before?
And now, as a white droplet leaked from her lower lip and made its way down her
chin, Darla tightened her fingers on the hot nuts that she was squeezing.
"Ghhhnnnuuh!"
"Christ! Ohhhh, God, you're gonna such me dry!"
The cum smacked in her nostrils now. Darla couldn't believe how her fear had turned
to lust. She was gulping that hot jism down, using her tongue to urge more from her
boyfriend's balls. She wriggled in the seat where she lay. Her hot pubes moved slickly
around the nylon pantycrotch, as if devouring them. Her hips lurched as she ground
her pelvis against the firmness of the seat.
Her dress had hiked up, so she knew that Keith could see her bare bottom swathed in
the tight-fitting panties. He could see too how her crack was eating them up. And he
could hear and see how she was eating him up!
The cum leaked from both corners of her mouth as she raised and lowered her head.
His cock was so rigid that she wondered if she might be able to drive nails with it. And
the head was much larger than it usually was at full erection. Like the dog, Keith's glans
did swell some when the moment of climax arrived.
"Suck... ohhh, God, you're killing me!"
He writhed as if in pain. Darla realized now that no more seed was coming out of his
prick. But she wanted more. She wasn't herself any more, she was a little crazy. She
whimpered greedily and bit down on his purple glans. Keith winced and tried to pull
her up away from him.
"Mhhhhhhuuhhh," she protested, biting again, squeezing that hot plum with her
tongue.
"It's over, damn it! I don't have any more."
"Mhhuh, muuhh, muuhhh!" The white string that oozed from one nostril reached her
upper lip as Keith forced her up, forced her hungry lips away from his cock. Darla
licked the cum from her nostrils and looked at him in a disappointed way.
"I though there'd be more."
"Christ, what do you want? A guy just has a little bit."
"Yeah, you told me. A lovin spoonful." She pouted. "After making me suck you, you
give me just a little bit!"
Keith sat still for a long time, his hands braced against the steering wheel. Finally, he
caught his breath and pushed his cock back into his pants. He handled it gingerly,
handled it as if it was pretty sore.
"I hope I didn't hurt you."
"You damn near chewed it off!"
Darla wiped a hand under her nose, getting one last dribble. Keith watched wide-eyed
as she licked the smear of milky fluid.
"I guess you thought I'd croak on that big old thing," she said. "I thought I would too."
"You're really a weird chick," Keith said. "I went with you all these months and I guess
I never really knew you."
Darla wanted to tell him that it had all happened very recently. She hadn't been that
flipped out over sex before this. But now that it seemed to be stuck up in her face every
day, she could feel things happening to her. Strange, unexplainable things.
Like this cocksucking. She'd started out knowing she would hate it. And now that it
was over, she was thinking of when she could have some cum again.
But something else was bothering her too. She needed some loving! She wanted to
come herself. If she didn't get a climax, and pretty soon, she thought she would scream.
"Guess we'd better try and make a few miles before we stop again," Keith said, starting
the car and pulling back onto the highway.
Darla watched him drive for awhile. The crotch of her panties was still pulled up
between her cuntlips, since she hadn't bothered to pull it free.
All of a sudden, she was thinking about Lancer. He was sleeping in the back seat. She
thought of his cock, red and long and slick. Hot, too, so very hot, sliding into her tight,
young hole.
"Oh, God, what's wrong with me?"
"What you say?"
"Nothing. Except I really do think I'm starting to lose my mind."
"If you lose your mind again, you can suck my cock like you just did." Keith grinned,
petting her face affectionately.
"You like it?"
"Even if you did try and eat me up."
"Ohhh, Keith, aren't you going to fuck me again?"
"I gotta stop somewhere and buy another rubber."
"Oh, please, stop and buy a God damned rubber then. I... I need..." She stooped and bit
her lip. "Where's that Brandy you bought me?"
Keith passed it to her and she took a hefty slug from the bottle.
"Why don't you curl up in the back seat and take a nap. I'll get something the next
town we come to. Then when we get a motel tonight, we can..."
"I don't think I can wait till tonight," she said.
"You'll have to, baby. We've got to put some miles between us and your old man."
"Oh, Keith, do you love me?"
"Sure. Sure I do."
He gave her a hug and she nuzzled into his neck. But his cock was soft. She could see
the limp shape down in his skivvies, down inside his pants. She tilted the Brandy again.
It made her feel loose and crazy again. But the ache was still there. The hollow ache
between her slender young thighs.
"Maybe I will get in back."
Her mind was humming with guilt. Why was she going back with that damned dog?
She climbed over the back of the seat, the vinyl pressing up against her damp panties
for a moment. She stayed there a few seconds longer than necessary, rubbing her
mound against the hardness.
Lancer looked up as her foot touched the seat where he lay. Then he licked her toes.
The wet, hot lapping of his tongue sent hungry shivers up the insides of her thighs.
Cradling the Brandy against her tits, Darla tried to stretch out, pushing her legs next to
the warm, black body of the dog. He moved and gave her room. In an effort to get
more comfortable, Darla found her legs straddling the dog's head. He sniffled her dress
excitedly.
Darla was panting, looking into his bestial eyes. She took another drink from the
Brandy bottle and screwed the lid on tight.
The car droned on along the highway. All Keith had to do was turn around and look
down if he wanted to see. But she was too drunk to give a damn.
Slowly, her fingers trembling, Darla lifted her skirt to expose her panty-sheathed pubes
to Lancer's gaze.


Chapter 6

The first touch of Lancer's tongue on her cunt almost made Darla cry out. The nylon
crotchband was twisted up between her outer lips, covering her clit. But the lick had
sent shivers of hot lust through her anyway.
"Ohhhh," she cooed softly, smiling down at the dog as he licked her again, licked her
deeper. With one finger, she hooked the twisted nylon out of her seeping crevice and
stretched it over to the side, out of the way. Now her plump, tumid flesh was there for
the eating.
And the dog looked hungry. He moved his body around, still keeping his belly against
the seat. His muzzle pressed hotly into her slit. She saw his pink tongue flash out. She
had to close her eyes and bite her tongue to keep from squealing.
Her clit throbbed as it came up out of its hood and grew firm against the dog's hot
tongue. The smacking sound was surely loud enough for Keith to hear. But no, he had
the radio on now. She could hear him trying to sing with the music. The car droned on.
"Ohhh, Lancer," she whispered, putting a small hand out to caress the dog's ear. Lancer
slurped deeper, licking the insides of her crevice, the dainty pink folds, the delicate lips
that opened like a flower as she became more excited. She pumped her hips up a little,
widening her thighs so that the hungry animal could get to more of her. Though she
couldn't see it, she knew his cock was pushing out of its sheath now. It would be red
and hot and long, and the dog would be just dying to put it in her.
This thought had made her feel guilty and wrong and wicked before. But now she was
letting her imagination run wild. The Brandy helped, and the excited state of her cunt
helped too. She was thinking of how it would be to be raped again. To feel Lancer's
jaws closing on her neck.
She couldn't really allow it to happen again, would she? Darla groaned. She was drunk,
and this dog was eating her pussy. Eating her pussy! She groaned again, her hands
going to the spot where his tongue worked.
She traced the slickened tissue and found her clit throbbing up like a small dragon. The
dog licked her fingers as she touched herself, then licked her clitoris again. She panted
harder now. Her juices were being slurped up as quickly as they flooded out. The dog
made a sound deep in his throat and put a big paw on the inside of her thigh.
To feel him push her legs further apart made Darla tremble. He knew what he liked.
He liked to eat. He liked to eat her adolescent pussy! Lancer! She wanted to groan his
name. She wanted to hug him, to rub her pussy against his hot muzzle.
She did, rubbing her pubes up and down against his tongue. He trim ass plunged on
the car seat. Keith had turned the music up louder. He was drumming on the steering
wheel as he drove. She should stop now, she knew. She didn't want him to look around
and see what was happening, did she? Maybe he already had. Oh, God, she was drunk.
There was a blanket, a thin blanket somewhere back there. She found the edge of it and
struggled to pull the thing over her naked thighs, her naked belly. She covered Lancer
with the thing. He seemed not to mind at all. He went on feasting on her feverish cunt,
his tongue growing more carnal, more demanding.
"Uhhh, uhhhhhhh, God!" she gasped, moving her hips wildly under the thin covering.
Yes, this was better, even if Keith knew that the dog was under there too. He couldn't
be sure, could he? She opened the Brandy and took another swallow.
Lancer was going wild! His teeth edged along her outer lips as he pinched the blood
swollen flesh as he pressed his nose into the heated cunt.
"Nhhhuuhhh! Ohhhhh, I'm gonna die! Ohhhh, yesss! Ohhhh, Lancer!"
His big paws pushed against her thighs, scratching roughly over the white flesh. He
growled softly, his tongue dividing her more. She could feel her body being wettened
from rectum to clit and back again. The dog seemed to want to eat the entire lower half
of her body!
Darla couldn't possibly keep still. She was squirming, her fingers tightening around the
neck of the Brandy bottle as if it was a prick. Her other hand touched the dog's muzzle
as she traced his movements with her wet fingertips. She wanted to feel what he was
doing to her!
It was fantastic. He knew exactly what to do to make her go out of her mind. He was
even trying tro get his tongue into her hole! The very same place his hot, raw prick had
sunk into. This made her whimper, made her slide a finger up into the tightly muscled
place.
"Uhh, ohhhhhh, God! Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh!"
The radio blared on as Keith drove on and sang. Darla was writhing in the back seat,
squirming her slim hips frantically as the dog's licking grew too intense to bear. She
could see the animal's movements under the blanket. He was hunching his hips as he
ate her. She wondered how badly he wanted to stick that raw, red thing into her body.
"Lancer," she sighed, liking his name on her lips. "Oh, Lancer... yesssss!"
The dog growled back, his tongue working furiously against her blossoming pussy. He
was getting to all of it now, every little bump, every little fold. Her clit was so swollen
that it had become a tiny finger of sensitivity. She touched it lightly with her thumb
and the tingles of pleasure almost made her scream. Then Lancer licked the turgid little
stalk and she had to bite the edge of the blanket to keep from squealing his name again.
"So-oh-oh good," she babbled, pulling her knees up to give the beast more room. She
knew it was wicked and wrong and every kind of naughty in the world, but the jolts of
pleasure were coming fast now. The thrills were the most delicious things she'd ever
experienced. Keith had never given her that. Lancer had. It was simple, wasn't it? The
Brandy made it even simpler. She took another swallow and dropped the empty bottle
onto the floor.
"Uhh, uhhhh, ohhhhh, God! Ohhhh, I'm gonna come!"
The dog seemed to understand her words. His tongue pressed harder and slurped. He
caressed her with hot, slippery licks that made her back arch sharply from the seat, then
plunge down into it again. Her ass cheeks quivered as she suspended them in the air.
She rolled her hips slowly while Lancer chewed and sucked and ate at her hot young
cunt.
Darla thought of stopping him, of stopping her rush towards that explosion which
would make her totally insane for a few luscious moments. But there was no way in hell
that she could push his muzzle away from her crack. Even if the dog would let her.
"Here... ohhhh, here, here, here," she cooed, holding her hot cunt mound up to his
tongue, pumping as he lapped and slurped at it. The dog whined. She knew why he was
whining. He was wanting to penetrate that place he licked. He wanted to stab his red
dog cock as deep as it would go. Then he would wriggle around, hunching violently
until she was filled with his seed.
But that was another fantasy, wasn't it? Had he really ever fucked her? Darla reached
for the bottle and remembered it was empty. She was tingling all over. Her nipples
tingled as she pulled a palm across them. The throbbing, pulsing rhythm was taking
over. She felt her clit swell out another fraction of an inch, its glistening head yearning
for one more lick. Lancer gave it that lick.
"Uhh, uhhhh, anhhhhh!"
Now Darla pulled her knees back so that they almost touched her titties. Her hot little
twat was now open completely, and Lancer rose on his front feet to really go at it. He
ate with bestial rumblings in his throat, feasting on the exploding morsel of her clit like
it was a small animal he'd trapped.
Darla's hips lunged and bucked and shivered. She ground her cunt up against the dog's
hunger, feeling every ripple of his tongue as it sucked across her pussy. She was
coming, coming, with lights flashing in her head. She was coming, her tits pushed up as
she arched her back sharply. She was coming as she clawed at the blanket, at Lancer's
collar.
"Ohhhh, come... ohhhh, yessss!"
Her voice trilled lightly as she see-sawed her ass, giving everything she had to the black
dog that burrowed between her thighs. The blanket was all humped up over his
shoulders now. He seemed to want to fuck her, but didn't quite know how. She had a
hand on his collar, making sure he didn't do anything but eat. Because that eating was
the total thrill of all the thrills she'd experienced in her young life.
"Ohhh, yess... eat! Eat me, Lancer! Eat me all up!"
The car slowed. Darla was still panting violently, her fingers deep in the furry neck of
the dog who'd just brought her to a breath-taking climax. He was growling low in his
throat, working his hips. She knew he wanted the same thing she'd just had.
The car slowed more and she heard Keith change stations on the radio. Darla got her
legs out from around Lancer's body and made him rest close to her, his head peeking
out from the blanket. Did that look innocent enough? She didn't really know, but it
would have to do.
The car bumped across a gravel driveway. She tried to calm her wild breathing. Her
cunt was still throbbing something awful! She could fee her juices dribbling down, now
that Lancer wasn't eating her any more. His muzzle was close to her face. She could see
the glistening sheen across his nose and fur. She could smell her young musk on his
breath. Keith stopped and turned to look at them. Darla played possum.
"I'm going in this place to get a beer," he said, hesitating. "You asleep, baby?"
"Mmmmmm?" she moaned, blinking as if she was awakening from a deep slumber.
"I just wanted to tell you where I'd be. I'll have a beer or two and then I'll go see if I
can find that drugstore we were talking about."
Darla stretched a little and closed her eyes again. She heard Keith get out of the car.
She heard his footsteps crunching in the gravel, growing fainter. Then she felt Lancer's
hot cock against her knee. It was very wet, very long and very hard.
"Ohhh, God, I wish I had another drink."
The dog was pumping his cock against her knee. It felt... good. She hated to admit it,
but it did.
"You're horny, I'll bet," she whispered, fondling the dog's ears.
He whimpered and hunched his hips faster. It was plain that he was going to remain in
this horny, pestering state until something was done. If Keith saw Lancer acting like
this when he returned, he'd get pissed for sure.
Darla slipped one hand under the thin blanket and moved her palm along the warm fur
of Lancer's side. She hooked the hand under the dog's belly. Something hot brushed
her knuckles and she got her fingers around it. The dog whimpered pitifully and tried
to lick her chin.
"You're so hard! Poor baby. So very hard."
As perverse as it seemed, Darla's heart went out for him. She was boozed up enough
not to worry about details. Not with that slickened dog cock throbbing in her hand. She
squeezed again, feeling the blood surging through it, feeling the tip grow.
"What am I doing? What in hell am I..." But she was already squeezing again, exciting
the big animal intentionally. Now her fingers and palm were slick with his juices and
she let them slide back and forth over his erect cock. The dog hunched instinctively, his
tail pulling under as he drove his prick through the circle her fingers were making.
"Like that? Ohhh, yess, you like that!"
Darla was breathing fast herself. How could she let herself get so worked up over a
mere dog? But she was. Even after reaching a mind-bending climax, she was getting
pleasure from working this dog into a lather.
Lancer licked her face as he got up. The blanket fell halfway off his back, and Darla
could see the thing she had her fingers around; the very same cock that had speared her
cunt that night by the motel. A night she'd tried to forget. But it wouldn't leave her, the
details still there in her mind. All the details.
"God... if anybody catches me doing this, I'll go to jail. If Keith knew–"
The dog lunged against her squeezing fingers. The slick sound of her glistening fingers
going up and down his shaft made her suck in a quick breath. What did she intend on
doing? Did she mean to jack this dog off all the way? Something in her chest made
Darla know that she would.
A car pulled in beside them, and Darla let the dog's cock go and pulled the blanket up
to cover them again. But when the people had passed into the bar, she sat up, pulling
the blanket up around them like a tent. Now she alone could see him. The dog sat on
his haunches, whining mournfully while she leaned close to watch his prick throb in
her slippery grasp.
"Ohhh, you naughty dog," she panted, watching his belly pull in as she brought her
dainty fingers up against the swelled plum of his tip.
The dog jerked as she thumped softly against the barb. She did this again, slowing the
rhythm to watch every change. Her fingers came up with a slick sound and the barb
bulged hugely. Again she did it, again and again. Then she moved her forefinger
around the red, raw meat, squeezing slowly tighter. She squeezed until the dog was
yipping and hunching his hips. She hoped she wasn't hurting him. Something was
happening, something far out.
"Maybe I'd better not squeeze him so hard," she murmured, "not right behind his glans
like that."
The moment Darla released the pressure, a white lick of dog cum sprayed across her
arm and wet her dress.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, surprised by the powerful explosion. She jacked him quickly now,
watching the hot stuff boil out as the dog made incredible sounds and thrashed around
on the seat. He'd fallen to his side again, paws kicking empty air.
"Poor baby," she whispered. The stringy cream was dripping from her forearm now,
leaking down to her elbow. But instead of being disgusted, Darla felt an unexplainable
excitement. A kind of hunger. She shook her head. "I must be drunk. Who wants
messy dog cum all over them?"
The dog lurched again, another hot stream spattering against the front of her dress.
Darla tried to rub it off, but only smeared the sharp-smelling stuff. She thought of Keith
coming back and finding her like that.
"Hurry up, damnit!" She massaged his extended prick, milking the firm, hot shape of it
with rhythmic squeezing movements. She smeared what was left of the dog's cum out
onto the seat. God, she'd really made a mess!
"You're through, aren't you?"
She used the blanket to clean up the mess. From her pack, she dug out a fresh dress
and slipped into it as quickly as possible. She'd just climbed into the front seat and
warned Lancer to stay in back when Keith wobbled out of the bar. He had a silly grin
on his face.
"We'll go getcha that rubber now," he slurred, slumping behind the wheel.
"It's not for me," Darla snapped, "it's for you!"
"Oh, sure, right you are." He giggled like an idiot. "Lessee, where's a drugstore?"
"Are you sure you can drive?"
"I'm gonna try." As Keith backed around, Darla was thinking of that stringy white cum
that had leaped so powerfully from Lancer's cock. She couldn't get it out of her mind.
And when she put her wrist up and smelled the strange smell the dog had left there,
her heart beat faster. Lightly, she touched her tongue to the spot. Then she blushed and
felt hot all over, and hated herself.
"When can you buy me something else to drink?" she whined. "When, Keith, when?"


Chapter 7

The town was too small for there to be a drugstore. In fact, it hardly seemed like a town
at all. And by the time Keith found a liquor store, he was barely able to keep the car on
the road. He came back out with Brandy and beer and a gallon of wine.
Darla had gone across the road to a greasy spoon café and had a cup of coffee. She
brought back another one in a paper cup, hoping that Keith would try and sober up.
But he didn't want any of the black brew.
"Gotta find a place to stop. Gotta sleep this off." He tried to start the car but flooded it.
Darla helped him slide over and she got behind the wheel. Her father had never
allowed her to get a license, but she'd driven a friend's car before, so she figured she
could handle things for a while anyway.
It was hard for her to see over the wheel, and with Keith passed out, she couldn't slide
the seat up. Darla had to use her toes to work the pedals, stretching forward so she
could see where she was going. On the highway, it didn't seem so bad, not for a while
anyway.
The coffee had cleared her head some and she was trying to stay off the booze until
later. But whenever she found her thoughts wandering from the highway driving, she
was thinking of Lancer. Lancer and his cock.
As perverse as it was, she was remembering how it had felt when he'd fucked her that
first time. And though she'd sworn she'd never let it happen again, a lot of things had
happened the past few days.
It was while she was getting drippy and slick, while she was imagining how it might
feel with his cock inside her, that she saw the highway patrol car passing in the
opposite direction. She tried to keep her head from turning, but the officer gave her a
hard look. He could see that she was having a hard time seeing over the hood.
Looking in the rear view mirror, she saw him hit his brake lights, looking for a 
crossover between the lanes of the interstate.
"Oh, God, he's gonna stop us! Keith, Keith!"
But Keith was dead to the world, snoring loudly in the back seat. Darla speeded up
towards an exit ramp ahead.
There were three farm towns off the highway and she chose the road that led to the
most distant one. She kept looking in the rear view mirror, half-expecting the patrol car
to be coming up on her. When she reached the first dirt road off the pavement, she
sighed with relief and turned the car onto it. Keith still hadn't awakened, even with all
the bouncing around.
The road wound by a river and grazing cattle, and then Darla saw a farm ahead. She
pulled into the yard, gave her hair a few quick brushes, and went up to the door. The
old lady who came to the screen was wiping her hands on an apron. When Darla told
her she needed a place to stay overnight, the woman didn't seem especially surprised or
curious.
"There's a few small cabins down by the river," she told Darla. "My husband rents
them out to fishermen during the season. They're kinda rough, but I reckon you could
make do just fine. They're five bucks a night."
Darla paid the woman, bought a dozen eggs from her and some fresh milk, and went
back to the car. Keith was still wiped out.
She parked the car and tried to wake him up. He didn't even twitch an eyebrow. Darla
was mad now. She took Lancer's leash and led him into the cabin.
"Wouldn't you know I'd pick somebody like Keith to run away with! He's really the
biggest dud I ever–"
She realized that the dog was looking at her in that strange way again. Darla poured
herself a glass of wine. She liked it even better than the Brandy. Lancer watched her sit
and sip.
"I know what you're thinking, you horny bastard," she said, smiling at the sleek black
animal. At least she could smile about it now. Or maybe that wasn't such a good sign,
Darla thought, frowning. Was she actually coming around to the point of view that it
was normal to play sex games with a dog?
Trying to busy herself, she fried up the whole dozen eggs, put half in a paper plate for
herself and let Lancer gulp down the rest of them. To hell with Keith! If he was that out
of it, he could just go hungry.
After a hot tub in the old fashioned tub, Darla felt better. She put on fresh panties and
squirmed into a pair of silken shorts she'd brought along. A tight T-shirt completed the
ensemble, her nipples making sexy little bumps in the clinging material.
Lancer followed her along the river bank. It was cooler by the water and she enjoyed
looking for shiny rocks at the edge of the brook. Darla was thinking of what a mistake
it had been to run away. Keith was a total loss and she had the feeling that sooner or
later they'd get caught.
She wondered what her old man would do when he got wind of the adventure. As if
sympathizing, Lancer licked her fingers. A jolt of pleasure went through her when she
felt his tongue against her skin.
"Oh, you! Your're as bad as Keith. Always wanting–"
She sucked in a quick breath and realized that it wasn't just Lancer always wanting.
She'd come to want sex more herself. What was shocking was that Keith didn't seem
nearly so interesting as his dog!
"No, I can't let myself go on thinking like that!" She shook her head hard. "We've gone
too far already. If Keith found out what you did back at that first motel, he'd shoot you
or run over you or something awful!"
She rubbed the big dog's head and he whimpered and licked her wrist affectionately.
She could see his cock now, the raw, red tip sliding out of his sheath. Why was that
damn thing so slick? Why did it make her feel so sexy?
The dog nuzzled the silken crotch of her shorts. A thrill went through her and Darla
leaned back against a tree. She felt the shimmering, pulsing excitement begin. She felt
her nipples firm up, pushing the cotton of her T-shirt out even more than before.
"No! No, we can't keep fooling around like this, Lancer." She petted the dog's head, her
bottom lip pulled between her teeth. "You've got to leave me alone. It's so hard to keep
from doing it with you."
Doing it! Yes, wasn't that what she wanted? Didn't she really want to let the dog fuck
her? The idea made her shudder. But the shudder wasn't of disgust. It was a shudder of
pleasure. Her hot little cunt hadn't had nearly enough attention since she'd run away
with her boyfriend. He didn't seem to understand how to treat a girl at all.
Lancer licked her thigh. Darla bit her lip harder and wished she could pray. But even
God couldn't help her now. She could feel the torment, the awful yearning so deep
inside her adolescent body. Her cunt was already swelling, throbbing against her
pantycrotch, dampening the bright blue silk of her shorts.
"Come on, we're going back to see if Keith's awake yet." She began to jog, trying to
keep lewd thoughts out of her mind.
The dog trotted happily at her side, his cock retracting a little, but that tip was still
exposed. And Darla couldn't seem to keep her eyes off it.
Keith was just outside the car when they came up. He was puking.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned, looking up blearily at Darla.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah. Give me a blanket. Where in hell are we?"
"Hiding from the cops. Don't you want to come inside?"
"Naw. Just give me a blanket and I'll sleep in the car."
She'd hoped he'd come inside. That way she wouldn't be alone with Lancer. With Keith
curled under the blanket, Darla closed the car door and went into the small cabin. It
was getting dark now and a cooling breeze came up the river valley.
"You stay outside," she told the dog, closing the door before he could wriggle through.
She cut herself a chunk of cheese and ate it along with some bread at the battered table.
Lancer whined and scratched at the door.
"Oh, why don't you leave me alone?" she whimpered. She finished the cheese and
poured herself a tall glass of wine.
Lancer stopped scratching, but at the time she'd washed down the rest of the cheese, he
was at it again. He sounded pitiful. Darla paced the floor, breathing fast, her mind in a
turmoil of desire and guilt.
"No, damnit! I'm not going to start all this again."
She turned down the bed, skinned off her shorts and T-shirt and turned off the light.
The wind blew through the window, bringing with it the sound of running water.
Lancer was jumping up on the door now, yipping for her to let him in.
Just as she was wondering whether he'd be able to reach the latch with his big paws,
Lancer jumped through an open window and vaulted across the moonlit room.
"Oh no! Noooo!"
She swung her long legs off the bed just as the dog leaped up. He pressed her back
down, his paws on her shoulders. His haunches were already plunging instinctively. She
felt his raw, red cock sliding slickly up her thigh. A tremor of shivering pleasure made
her groan.
"You... ohhhh, you awful animal! Ohhhh, Lancer, don't! Don't fuck me!"
When the dog's hot cock hit the crotch of her panties, he yipped again and put his head
down. She felt his teeth sliding along her naked belly. He hooked a fang under the edge
of her crotchband and tossed his big head. There was a tearing sound as the sheer
nylon parted.
"Oh, God!"
The wind slammed the window shut. Darla was on her back on the bed, her ass
perched at the very edge of the mattress. As Lancer shredded the crotch of her panties
with quick movements of his head, she felt his white teeth brush her swollen pussy. She
felt his hot breath. And the pleasure was already surging through her body. She
whimpered, trying to fight it, trying to harden her will against the rampaging animal.
"Get away! Leave me alone, damn you!"
Her ass bucked as she tried to roll over. But the bed was a low one, and with Lancer's
front paws pressing her shoulders back again, his cock was at just the right height, just
the right angle to penetrate her. He lunged and she felt that swollen glans slurp along
her crevice. As it rubbed her clit, her narrow back arched up from the bed sharply and
she let out a lungful of air.
"Ghuuuhhh!"
The dog's hungry mouth was suddenly at one of her tits. He growled as he licked the
firm orb. His hot saliva smeared across her nipple as he sucked at the young, nubile
flesh. Darla writhed, pushing weakly at the dog's big head. He licked her fingers too,
sending thrills down her belly. Then he was mauling her other titty, letting her just feel
his fangs as he pressed them into her areola, into her brown, aching nipple.
"God in heaven! Ohhh, God, I can't stop him! It feels so–"
She shook her head once again, trying to find the strength to scream, to kick, to push
the dog off of her. But even as she thought of doing it, Lancer sensed her thoughts. He
growled a warning and his teeth sank into her shoulder just enough for her to feel the
pain.
"Whhhaaahh!" she cried, going limp. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but the
dog wouldn't let her. He was working on her tits again, washing them over and over
with his hot tongue. His spit dribbled down her sides. Darla began to pant, pant hard!
"Ohhh, Lancer, Lancer, why do you do this to me? Why do you make me feel so
weak?"
The dog's haunches were working again. He couldn't enter her with her feet on the
floor, and he seemed to know this. But Darla was powerless to stop him as he licked his
way down her belly and began to bathe her feverish cunt. It opened like a hot blossom
and his tongue went deeper, sliding between the super-sensitive layers of her vulva,
petting the tumid folds and the rising lump of her clit.
When she felt Lancer's fangs sinking into the meat of her calf, Darla could hardly
believe it! He lifted her leg up, making her bend her knee so that it was pushed up
close to her chest. Then he bit into her other knee and made her lift it too. When she
tried to put her legs down again, the dog showed her his fangs and growled
menacingly.
"You wouldn't hurt me," she gasped, "I know you wouldn't."
But just the same, Darla kept her knees pulled up to her body. The dog licked her
exposed cuntlips again, taking his time to go deep along the glistening pink lips that
were now open to his hungry mouth.
"Uhhhh," Darla groaned, knowing that everything she had was there for him to suck
on.
The dog slurped her hot flesh until her hips lurched. She couldn't keep from writhing.
An itchy tingle had spread from her clit until the whole lower part of her body was
throbbing with pleasure.
The bed squeaked as the dog stretched his furry body up along her again. His paws
pressed her shoulders back. He licked her neck, under her chin, licked her ears and
cheeks. Darla whimpered and rolled her head around, too weak to stop him. She felt as
if she was becoming something other than a girl.
The dog's hungry mouth bathed her lips until she babbled and let her tongue slide out.
Then they were licking each other. Her hands went up to the dog's head, caressing his
ears as he slurped wet kisses across her face.
With a shock, Darla realized that Lancer's cocktip was pressing against her vulva. It was
firmly planted on the circle of muscles that formed the entrance to her cunt hole. She
gave a little whimper and tightened her muscles, the velvety surface squeezing against
the dog's glans.
But it was a helpless gesture. She knew that the dog could penetrate her in a second, if
he wanted to. All he had to do was bring his hips forward, give her a quick dog hunch,
and her body would be speared with that hot, hard thing.
Instead of taking her so quickly, Lancer kept licking her face, her neck, her breasts. He
was getting her so hot that she could hardly stand it. He was exciting her past reason,
and as she felt his furry weight shift against her naked body, she panted faster and her
hips see-sawed hotly form side to side.
The slight movement rubbed the dog's cocktip and she felt the thing bulge with hot
blood. Her juices had made her very slick down there. The sex honey was dripping
down the crack of her ass, spotting the bed.
"You bastard," she groaned, her eyes fluttering. She knew how wrong it was, yet
couldn't bring herself to stop him. Even if it were possible, Darla doubted that she'd
make him stop. That cock pulsed too hungrily against her adolescent cunt.
She dug her fingers into the scruff of Lancer's neck. "Well, what are you waiting for?
Do it to me, damn you! Do it!"
Darla's eyes went wide and she let out a squeal. Lancer had brought his haunches
forward with a sudden movement, his back humping up from the power of his stroke.
Her tight cunt was speared by his slippery cock, speared half-full. Gasping and panting,
Darla squirmed her ass against the mattress as her insides squeezed down on the thing
which had suddenly invaded her emptiness.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh, God!"
Her clit was being rubbed gloriously by the dog's body. She remembered how it was,
dog style, remembered that time before. But this was better! Her clit seemed to explode
with blood as it rose against the wet friction. Another inch of Lancer's big prick
extended out of his sheath. She felt him jerking, jabbing frantically at her glistening
vulva as her juices flooded out.
"Whhhuuuhhh!"
Even her feet tickled from the erotic attack. She tossed her head back and forth under
the dog's hot tongue. Keeping her thighs against his body, she lifted her heels up over
Lancer's back. Then she hooked them around his furry coat, squeezing down with lust
as his hind quarters continued to thrust. He was driving his hot cock deeper into her
pussy! She could feel it going in, feel her insides stretching to make room.
"Huuhhh, Huhhhhh!"
Her fingers trembled as she felt the penetration. She touched the place with thumb and
finger, feeling the veined cock slide as the dog yipped excitedly and hunched with
frenzied, jerking movements.
She was getting fucked, fucked good! Her heels pressed down on the black dog's back.
He humped even faster, his breath hot against her titties again. It was as if he were
fascinated with the nakedness of her flesh. He was wild about those firm sewells on her
chest and the brown nipples that had become so rigid with excitement. He nibbled the
hot nubs, letting his fangs glide across them like he'd been starving for a week.
Darla was half-crazy with lust. She didn't give a damn about morals any more. All she
cared about was the thrusting power of the dog's haunches. That stabbing, spearing
thickness in her young cunt. Her slick pussy seemed to melt around the dog's
prickshaft. Her muscles squeezed him, milked him. Her clit was a fiery nub of
sensitivity.
"Uhhh, can't stand it! So good, so damned good!"
She kissed the dog's mouth when he licked her. She felt a strange emotion, something
she was afraid to call love. But couldn't a girl love a dog? Was it possible? She didn't
care right now. She clamped her slender legs around the dog's middle and writhed in
pleasure as he fucked her.
The place where their bodies joined was a sloppy mess now. A dog was a lot juicier
than a human male. Lancer's cock produced its own lubrication, and as her steamy juice
joined his, mingled with his, the entire underside of her body became smeared with
slickness.
Even her ass cheeks shined with it. The glistening mess was halfway up her tummy and
her blonde cunt hair was plastered against her pussy. Between the plump outer lips of
her mound, Lancer's red prick slid in and out, in and out.
"Ohhh, my God!"
Darla cold feel the gouging friction of his glans. It was getting so deep, even deeper
than the first time he'd raped her. It was her position, being on her back with her legs
pushed up like that. Lancer's balls bumped her ass and a thrill went through her. He
was going to get every last inch into her steamy wet depths! He was going to probe the
very end of her slippery tube!
"Uhhh! Ohhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Darla realized that the tingles in her clit had grown more intense. It was a throbbing
now, an itchy throbbing that felt so good that she bit her tongue and pumped furiously
against that hot, hard prick. And the sound of their fucking was the most incredible
thing she'd ever heard!
"Ohhh, baby," she gasped, hugging her thin arms around the dog's body, squeezing
him with her thighs. "Ohhhh, you're gonna do it to me! You're g-g-gonna make meohhh!"
The bed squeaked louder as the dog's hind paws skittered against the floor. He was
pressing forward, fucking her with frenzied movements of his muscled haunches. Darla
clung to him, her mind spinning with the carnal pleasure of it all.
"Ohh! Ohhhh, yess! Ohhh, Lancer, yes, yes, yes!" That tickle had become maddening
now. The surface of her body reddened. Her cunt was surging with a pleasure that
made Darla's head flop back and forth on the bed, made her young tits rise and fall as
she panted and squealed and choked on hurried cries of ecstasy.
Lancer stroked her deep, pressing his balls against the softness of her ass. He held
himself as far inside her as he could reach, wriggling his body against her clit as his
spasms began.
Darla felt the hot dog sap spurting into her womb. She closed her thighs tighter around
the hunching dog's body, making sure he would keep it deep! She bucked wildly on the
edge of the bed, panting convulsively as her clit exploded like a tiny nova.
"Nhhhaaahhh! Ohhhh, G-G-God!"
The hot cream was squirting out from around the edges of her hole. Her muscles
squeezed tight at the base of Lancer's cockshaft as the slick sap was forced out. The dog
plunged wildly, yipping and growling, his teeth sliding along her breasts, but not biting.
Darla arched her back, pressing her tits up against the hot, spit-wet fangs. She rubbed
her nipples against the sharp white points, squealing as white hot thrills pulsed through
her body like tornadoes.
She could feel each convulsive squeeze of her cunt around Lancer's cock. She could feel
her young pussy milking him. The dog was out of his mind too. He flopped around on
her naked body, his thrusts gliding past the shredded nylon of her pantycrotch.
"Mhhuuhh, uhhhh, ohhhh wow!"
It was what she'd run away for. It was what she'd expected Keith to give her. And now
she was getting it from a dog! Darla sank her teeth into Lancer's furry neck, moaning
her lust for him.
It was good. It was almost too good. And it was still going on! Her cunt tingled like she
was going to come again. Hunching up and down, plunging her slippery vulva over the
stiffness of the dog's shaft, Darla hurried to catch that feeling before it escaped.
Her small fingers found Lancer's balls and she squeezed them, pulling him forward
onto her, making his cock nudge the opening of her womb, that tiny place so deep
inside her belly! More cream boiled out. The foamy mess dribbled down her ass in hot
strings.
Lancer made a sound in his throat, a whimpering sound of total exhaustion. He jerked
back, but his cocktip had swollen so large that it was jammed inside Darla's pussy. She
grabbed the shaft and tried to calm the dog. But she was still coming, coming for the
second time. They flopped around as she tightened her legs behind his haunches, tried
to keep him close to her.
"Easy, boy! Calm down!"
The door of the cabin slammed open. A flashlight beam flickered across them.
"What in holy hell!"
"Keith! Keith, don't come in here now!"
"You and the dog?"
"Keith! I... I..."
The lurching animal sensed danger and jerked his hind quarters back. His cocktip came
free of Darla's pussy with a slurpy sound. The beam of the flashlight played across her
swollen cunt. She could see the glistening stream of white cum leaking out of her well
fucked hole. Lancer growled at Keith and circled to the side.
"I couldn't stop him!" Darla blurted. "He tried to bite me and I was afraid–"
"I'll kill the sonofabitch," Keith muttered, looking around for a weapon.
"No!" Darla jumped up. Her head spun and she had to grab the bedpost to keep from
falling. "No, leave him alone!"
"After he raped you, you want me to leave him alone?"
"Keith, it wouldn't do any good to punish him."
"It'd do me good." Keith had found a poker. He started menacingly towards the
growling dog. Darla flung herself between them and grabbed Keith's arm.
"I told you I don't want him hurt!"
In the beam of the flashlight she could see the look on his face.
"What the hell is going on here, anyhow?"
"Don't look at me like that, Keith."
Keith dropped the poker and slumped into a chair. He saw a gallon bottle of wine next
to him. He unscrewed the tip and tilted the jug to his lips.
"You'll just get sick if you keep drinking like this."
"God damn dog, fucking you! I wouldn't believe it, but I saw it." He wiped his mouth
and drank again. "You liked it, didn't you? That was all that moaning I heard in the
car. That was you!"
"Keith, I don't like what you're saying." Darla had rubbed her cunt hurriedly with what
was left of her panties and flung them down. She put on another pair and slipped into
her shorts again. She was just pulling her T-shirt on over her head when he came to
her.
"You bitch! You've been fooling with this dog all along, haven't you?" His fingers
clamped onto her arm.
"No! I swear I haven't."
"Then how come you were hollering like that?" His mouth twisted and got ugly. "Oh,
Jesus, you make me sick. You were fucking–"
He shuddered and pushed her away. She watched him put the jug of wine to his lips
again. The flashlight lay on the floor, its yellow beam reflecting off the whitewashed
walls of the small room.
Lancer padded over to Darla's side and licked her fingers. She bit her lip, knowing that
it was useless to try to change Keith's mind. And now Lancer was making it even
harder.
"You dumb cunt! I should have known better than to bring you with me. I thought you
dug me. I thought..." Keith put his face in his hands.
She thought of going over to him. But nothing stirred in her heart. She didn't really
like Keith very much any more. Maybe she really never had. It had been a horrible
mistake to go with him in the first place. She felt Lancer's tongue on her fingers again.
The thrill was strong and she ruffled the fur of his neck.
Keith staggered up suddenly, coming at her. "I'm getting the hell out of here," he
blurted, "and I'm taking this damned dog with me!"
"No!" She was up, hitting his chest with her small fists, but Keith pushed her down
roughly. She sprawled across the bed as Keith grabbed Lancer's collar. By the time she
was up again, he'd dragged the dog out the door. She caught him at the car but he hit
her and sent her sprawling again, this time in the dirt.
"You can't! He's mine!"
"He's my dog, or did you forget? I guess when he shoved his cock in you–"
"Shut up! At least he's better at it than you are. You can't even–"
He slapped her then and she sagged against the fender of the car, sobbing and holding
her face. Keith shoved Lancer in the back seat and slid behind the wheel. The dog was
yapping and jumping around as he started the engine and gunned it.
"No! Ohhhh, Keith, please don't take Lancer! He's all I have now!"
She pounded weakly on the window as he rolled it up. He was laughing at her, a cruel,
teasing laugh. She hated him. She wanted to scream to the world how much she hated
him. Lancer clawed at the rear window, trying to escape.
But Keith gunned the engine again and backed up with a spray of gravel coming from
the back wheels. Darla fell, running after him. She was still on her belly in the dirt as
she watched him slide around and bounce out of the farmyard.
In a few seconds, all that was left was the sound of his engine. Then there was nothing.
Darla lay crying, smearing tears across her dusty cheeks. Finally she found the strength
to get up and limp back into the small cabin. She sat on the bed, feeling miserable. She
poured herself a glassful of wine and downed it quickly. She still felt miserable.
"What am I going to do?" she sobbed. "I don't even have Lancer to keep me company
any more."
And between her young thighs, she felt that ache of emptiness. That yearning that was
so new to her.
When the sun came through the window, she started crying again.


Chapter 8

Darla rode into town the next day with the farmer who owned the cabin she'd stayed
in. He didn't seem curious about why her boyfriend had suddenly disappeared, or what
they'd fought about.
"I don't have much money. I was wondering if there's any work around that I might be
able to do."
The old man chewed the side of his mouth. "Don't know. I heard the widow Carter was
looking for somebody. That was a week ago. She lives just out of Booneville."
"That's where we're going?"
"Yep. Only town around. Nobody much comes or goes in Booneville."
The town was a sleepy, dusty little place. A couple of dingy stores, a bar, a restaurant, a
gas station. Some of the houses along the back streets were boarded up. The farmer let
her out on Main Street, and Darla slipped her knapsack on her back and trudged down
the cracked sidewalk to the post office. The old woman behind the window told her
where Mrs. Carter lived.
"Yes, I heard she was looking for a hand. You look mighty small to do much work
though, girl. How old are you, anyway?"
Darla mumbled something and slipped out. She hadn't seen her picture on the fugitive
bulletins tacked to the wall, so there was really no reason to worry, was there?
It was almost a mile out of town on a dirt road before she came to the Carter place. The
old house was run down and badly in need of paint. A tractor huffed loudly in a field
behind the house. Darla crossed the weed-filled yard and knocked. Her knocking
started a dog barking. It sounded like a tiger and when someone opened the door and
the dog's head appeared, she jumped back.
"That's enough, Buck!" the woman yelled.
The big Doberman cringed and slunk back into the house. Darla told the woman she
was looking for work and a place to stay. Mrs. Carter introduced herself and invited
Darla in. She was a middle-aged woman who still had her figure. Darla could see that,
even through the frayed housecoat she tucked around her. They went to the kitchen,
and Mrs. Carter put on tea water.
"I've already got a field hand," she said, "but I need a girl to help around the house.
Wash, clean, even do some fixing up, if you're able." She felt Darla's thin arm. "You
don't look too strong."
"Oh, but I'm stronger than I look, really I am. I promise I'll do a good job."
The woman laughed. "Don't fret, I'll hire you. At least to see how you work out."
"Thank you, Mrs. Carter," Darla said.
"You can call me Alice," her new boss told her. "I'm not a Mrs. anyway. I never had
much truck with men."
The big Doberman came up and licked Alice's fingers. It gave Darla a rush and she
hoped the woman didn't see her blushing.
In the week that followed, Darla worked harder than she ever had in her life. Alice had
made a place for her in the room just off the kitchen.
It was like a new beginning, a whole new start. In the evening after supper, she would
read a magazine on the front porch and then go to her room. She found a Bible and
started reading that too.
She even tried to pray. It didn't come easy and she never felt comfortable talking out
loud in the dark. But she had a desire to change. She wanted to correct all the mistakes
she'd ever made in her life.
When Alice went to town that weekend, Darla stayed home. She didn't want people to
know she even existed. She wanted to stay here for a long time. She had to make some
things straight in her head.
Since it was Saturday, the hired man stopped work at noon and washed his hands at
the faucet near the back door. Then he drove off. Darla sat on the porch swing with the
Bible and tried to concentrate. But she still couldn't get the hang of the language, or the
meaning of the strange parables.
She put the Bible down. As soon as she'd stretched back in the swing, she was thinking
of sex again. For the past week she'd struggled with the demon, fought him in her own
bed. She'd managed to win the battle so far. Whenever the urge to excite herself came,
she jumped up and ran cold water on a wash rag. Then she stripped off her panties and
pressed the dripping thing against her cunt. The shock of the cold water had the effect
of turning her off. But the fire was never entirely doused.
On Thursday, she'd awakened before dawn, in the throes of a hot and frenzied dream.
She'd been dreaming of Lancer. She'd been dreaming that his cock was sliding in and
out of her cunt. She'd been doing it in the back seat of a car when the dream started.
Then there were people around. Looking, laughing.
But as she awoke, Darla had realized she was very close to a climax. Praying to God for
help, she'd limped to the small washbasin in her room, splashed cold water against her
young, throbbing pubes and fought off the urge to finish the pleasure.
Since that episode, though, her waking thoughts had been a torment. She could hardly
think of anything but sex. Even working harder and faster didn't obliterate the fantasies
completely. And now, as the swing went to and fro, she felt her cunt aching. It was that
yearning ache she'd felt when Keith had taken Lancer away with him. Darla picked up
the Bible and put it down again.
She heard the sound of paws on polished floors. Darla's heart jumped. The big
Doberman wheeled around the corner of the porch and trotted towards her, tongue out,
tail wagging.
"Hello, B-Buck," she stammered, putting out a hand. The size of the dog still scared
her. Lancer had been large, but this animal was a giant! He seemed friendly enough
though. His tongue wet her fingers and she remembered seeing him do that to Alice.
She remembered too the many times Lancer had licked her fingers.
"Why don't you go out in the yard and find a cool place to rest," she suggested, giving
the dog a gentle push in that direction. The dog tilted his head. He seemed puzzled that
she didn't enjoy his company.
"Go on, Buck, I don't feel like company now."
But the big dog stayed. He was smelling her. His nostrils moved delicately as he
followed the line of her calf. A tremor of lust went through Darla and she blushed. She
closed her eyes and bit her tongue.
"I can't start letting my imagination run away like that," she murmured.
The dog's sniffing nose went halfway up one thigh and then she brought her foot up
and kicked at him.
It wasn't a hard kick, just a push, really. But the Doberman made a sound in his throat
and lunged. She felt his fangs grip her ankle. He held her as he watched her. She was
panting, panting hard.
"I'm sorry, Buck. Now will you please let me go? If Alice knew you'd bitten me..."
The dog let her ankle loose. Her sandal had been jarred off when he grabbed her, and
before Darla could pull her foot back, Buck started licking it.
"Ohhh, ohhh, don't do that!" She tried to pull the foot away but the dog's front teeth
pinched her toes. Then he was licking between them, bathing the tender spots with his
hot saliva.
The surging pleasure seemed to fill her. It was as if she'd waited too long. Her belly
heaved under her light summer dress. She felt the lips of her cunt opening as they grew
plump and hot with blood. The dog licked the sole of her foot and then the ankle. He
looked at the hem of her dress and his nose twitched again.
"No! Go away, damn you!"
It had been an accident, what had happened with Lancer. While it had gone on, she'd
enjoyed it and wanted it and needed it. Now she just needed it, but she wasn't going to
let herself enjoy it or want it. She wasn't going to let herself have it either. It was the
only way out if she wanted to stay sane.
Weakly, Darla pulled herself up from the porch swing and started into the house. She
had to hold onto the wall with one hand as she went. The big Doberman went behind
her, his head lifting the hem of her skirt as he ducked under. She felt his hot tongue
against her thighs. He licked the nylon of her panties. Darla had to stop in the kitchen
doorway to get her breath. The Doberman nuzzled upwards against her damp mound,
pressing his nose against her panty-crotch.
"Ohhh, ohhh, God!" She could feel his hot breath through the thin nylon. She knew
what he wanted. Her hips had already begun to move a little. She couldn't keep them
still. Under the thin cotton of her dress, her nipples throbbed.
"Buck... stop it now! Stop it!"
But the dog had hooked his teeth in the crotchband of her panties. He was jerking
them down a little at a time. Darla looked towards her room. Could she make it that
far? The Doberman made a sound of excitement. He had skinned her panties down off
of one ass cheek now. Darla took a deep breath, her fingers squeezing the door frame.
"Buck, leave me alone... uhhhhh!"
The dog had pulled her panties down around her knees with a quick snap of his head.
He began to lick her hungrily from behind, his tongue sliding along the surface of her
cunt mound at first, then sinking in as he increased the pressure. She felt her clit
bathed in hot spit. She grunted as thrills pounded up and down her body. Her clit had
swelled out from its hood. The firm, hot head jutted out as the Doberman's slick tongue
smeared it again and again.
Darla began to cry. She felt the hot tears on her cheeks, felt her tummy bucking. The
pleasure spread over her body quickly. Buck hadn't been licking her for more than a
couple of minutes when she knew she was going to come. She'd been so ready, so
starved for it that her cunt was already surging with the sharp pleasure of impending
ecstasy.
"Whhuuhh, whhhaaaahhh, ahhhh!" she babbled, biting her tongue and working her
slim hips forward and back.
The Doberman whined. It was a strange, high sound, a shuddering sound she'd never
heard before. He pawed the back of her leg as he continued to lick hot pleasure from
her pubes. He yipped again and Darla turned to see the hot red stalk sliding from his
sheath.
The dog's fur was red, but this prick was redder! It glistened in the sunlight that
streamed through the windows. The size of it made Darla dizzy. It had to be at least
eight inches long, and she didn't dare guess how thick. Buck pawed her thigh and made
that weird sound again.
The noise of a car pulling into the yard made the dog turn. He growled and hurried to
the back door. Through the window, Darla could see Alice bending over to get some
packages from the seat.
"Thank God," she gasped, stumbling towards the safety of her room. She closed the
door behind her and fell across her bed, her panties still tangled around her knees. Her
cunt was pulsing hard, still tingling with the pleasure the Doberman's tongue had given
her.
She was still crying, smothering her sobs in her pillow. She'd tried, God knows she'd
tried. That damned dog!
"Thank God Alice came home." She snuffled noisily as she heard Buck barking a
greeting. Then there was the sound of food being put away. Darla didn't come out of
her room until late in the afternoon.
"Don't you ever feel like you'd like to see some young people your age?" Alice asked,
passing the mashed potatoes. Darla helped herself and glanced up at the black-haired
woman.
"No ma'am. I like being alone."
"You're a strange girl. You remind me of myself when I was young."
They ate in silence for a while. Darla tried to imagine what Mrs. Carter had looked like
as a young woman. She was still very pretty. Oh, she had wrinkles, sure, but her tits
were firm and high-riding , and her figure was curvy and svelte. In the evenings when
she let her hair down, Darla thought she looked beautiful.
After supper, they watched television. Darla felt restless. Ever since Buck had licked her
that afternoon, she'd felt nervous, fidgety. She was surprised and eager when Alice
returned from the kitchen with a jug of red wine and two glasses.
"I got us a little treat in town. Do you drink?"
"Not much but I like wine." Darla was aching to get some of the alcohol in her tummy.
Maybe that would help her tenseness.
Buck nuzzled close to Alice's leg and she stroked the dog idly as she sipped her wine.
Darla couldn't watch. Ther Doberman liked to lick his mistress' fingers, and Alice
didn't seem to mind. It reminded Darla too much of too many things. And she could
still feel that big dog's tongue on her feverish little pussy. She couldn't ever let that
happen again. She tipped her glass up, draining it.
"I think you've had practice before," Alice laughed, filling Darla's glass again.
"It does taste good."
Darla felt herself relaxing a little. But she couldn't even glance in the direction of the
big, red Doberman. He was licking Alice's knees now and though the woman
pretended to be annoyed, Darla wondered if she really was.
"Oh, you're such a pest, Buck," the woman scolded, pushing him away again. "Don't I
give you enough affection?"
The television program was a boring one but Darla was enjoying the wine. Alice talked
about this and that, had a third glass of wine, and then got up to stretch.
"I think I'll go up to bed early tonight," she said, smiling down at Darla. "Now, don't
you go and get drunk, you hear?"
"No ma'am, I won't."
Darla knew she was letting her imagination run away with her, but she had a strange
feeling when Alice went up the stairs and Buck followed close behind her. After Alice's
bedroom door closed, she shook off the lewd thoughts.
Darla concentrated on the flickering screen. It was a cop show, with lots of shooting
and running through back alleys. She tried to pick up the plot, pouring herself another
glass of wine in the meantime. But when she heard the sound from upstairs, she knew
she didn't really give a damn about the television.
"I must have imagined it."
But she hadn't, she knew she hadn't. The sound came again. It was a low, trembling
moan. It was Alice, moaning.
Darla buried her face in her hands and tried to stop shaking. "I'll have more wine. Sure,
that'll help."
The moan came again. The door of Alice's bedroom muffled it somewhat, but it was
clear enough. She'd said Buck's name. She'd moaned it!
"Oh, God, God, God," Darla blurted, getting up. She was panting softly, her tits rising
and falling under her flannel shirt. She was walking towards the stairs without really
wanting to. Or did she want to?
When she reached the second floor landing, the moans were coming faster. She could
hear noises too. The bed lurching. Squeaking. Darla bit her lip and put her head down
close to the keyhole.
"Ohhh, Buck! Ohhh, you beast! Ohhh, yess, Buck! Ohhhh, yesss!"
"God in heaven!" Darla sighed. Her cunt was hot and runny. She could feel it
dampening the thin nylon of her underwear. The bed thumped inside Alice's room.
Alice was panting, panting loud! The bed thumped again and Darla hugged her
shoulders.
"Buck... Buck... ohhhh, BUCK!"
The sounds of frantic movement grew louder. Darla could hear Alice's breathing very
clearly now. The bed squeaked and thumped as if it were being torn apart. Buck
growled and gave a yip of excitement.
"Buck! Uhh, uhhhh! Buck, ohhh, Buck!"
Darla stood there in the darkened hallway, a trickle of hot juice sliding down the inside
of her thigh. She chewed her lip and wished she hadn't heard what she'd heard. She
wished she'd never been born. But then she was pressing her ear to the door, panting
and licking her lips, and thinking of that big Doberman and how he must be putting it
to Alice.
A sudden scream was muffled quickly. Darla guessed that the woman had buried her
face in a pillow as she'd reached a climax. But the crashing of the bed had become very
loud, very violent. A high, shimmering cry from Alice was followed by a hoarse grunt
form the Doberman and then suddenly all was quiet. Then there were soft, stirring, and
weak sighs. Darla fled downstairs and poured herself another glass of wine. Then she
flicked off the television and went to her room.
The moonlight flooded her bed as she undressed. She was still panting. She was trying
to get control of herself. She didn't know how she should feel. She felt guilty for having
listened at Alice's door. But she felt something else too.
"Maybe it isn't wrong," she said to the darkness. "Alice is such a nice person and she let
him..." Darla's shoulder trembled and she shook her head hard. "No! It can't be right. I
never should have let Lancer lick me. I should have told Keith when he raped me that
first time!"
Darla folded her jeans on a chair and got down on her knees by her bed. But there was
nothing to say, nobody to say it to. Her cunt tingled with surging thrills. She was
fighting to keep her hands off of it. She got in bed and pulled the covers up to her chin
and pinched her eyes tight. Another droplet of cuntjuice leaked down the crack of her
ass. She touched a finger to her panty-crotch, then quickly jerked it back.
"I'd better try cold water," she gasped, getting out of bed. She skinned her undies off
and turned on the faucet. But her hand stopped before she reached for the washrag.
The juice was trickling down her thighs again. She could see how swollen she was from
a shaft of moonlight that slanted across the room. Her inner lips were all pushed out.
Her young, slippery flesh had bloomed like a flower, blossomed with blood-fevered
folds and smooth, hot surfaces.
Darla turned the cold water off. She went and sat down on the edge of the bed. She
took deep, shuddering breaths. She knew she wasn't going to put her panties on again.
If she didn't relieve the maddening tension, she'd scream. And then she heard the
sound of heavy paws on the kitchen linoleum. Something scratched at her door. Darla
held her breath. The scratching came again, accompanied by a whimper.
"Buck!"
She was afraid. But she felt other things too. She felt dizzy as she rose and walked the
few feet to the door. Her hand stayed on the knob for a long time before she turned it.
The Doberman bounded excitedly into the room. He sniffed her naked cunt, licked her
fingers affectionately. She petted him, hating herself, loving the tingles that spread 
over her body every time he touched her.
Darla closed her door and turned the key in the lock. Buck ran in circles as she walked
to her bed and patted the mattress for him to jump up.
"We've got to be quiet," she hissed.
The big dog dropped his head a little and stopped squirming. His red cock was half
extended from its sheath. Darla pushed him onto his back in the middle of the bed and
let her fingers slide down his belly. She scratched and soothed him until she was very
close to that furry sheath. Her fingers massaged the firmness gently. She watched in
breathless excitement as his cock slid out, the glans swelling like a hot, ripe plum. The
dog hunched a few times and whimpered pitifully.
Darla could smell Alice's musk on the dog. She felt so strange, as if something had
snapped inside of her. As if that door had opened to release the demons she'd battled.
And now that the demons were out, they weren't so wicked after all.
She squeezed Buck's sheath again and watched him hunch frantically. His cock tip was
pulsing before her eyes, swelling and shrinking, swelling and shrinking. Darla licked
her lips and lowered them towards the strange, lovely shape.
She brushed the cock with her tongue, sighing as the excitement of the contact made
her body glow. She pushed her mouth down over Buck's glans then, tightening her hot,
slick lips until the animal rolled his haunches and tried to lick her.
She gave him one finger to gnaw on and as the fangs caressed the tender places behind
her knuckles, she pushed the flat of her tongue back and forth against the dog's hot
cocktip.
"Uhhh," she moaned, feeling free for the first time in weeks. "Ohhhh! So hot, so soft."
She studied Buck's penis before taking it in her mouth again. The tumid firmness was
making her want to feel him going into her cunt. She knew she couldn't wait much
longer.
Keeping the huge dog on his back, she straddled his body. Kneeling over him, she
gently lowered her cunt, one hand reaching back to hold his cock up. The dog licked
her face and whimpered and worked his haunches.
"Ohhhh, wow, do I ever need this," Darla whined, lowering her cunt the last inch,
pressing the juicy heat of it over the dog's hot knob.
Buck lurched, kicking his hind paws in the air. There was a wet sound of cock opening
her inner lips. Darla's juices dripped down freely, wetting his throbbing cock. It was a
thick stalk of reddened meat. She could feel it jerking as she let her fingertips caress the
sensitive surface.
"Nhhuuhhh," she panted, rocking her hips slowly, feeling that monstrous glans opening
her muscles. Her hole was tight but as she forced her weight back against his cocktip,
the tenseness opened. More juice poured out. Her clit was on fire, a tumid finger of
sensitivity.
Teasing herself and the dog, Darla rocked forward, taking her cunthole away from the
hardness. Buck whined and panted, and she let him lick her mouth. Then she guided
his glans up over her clit. The sudden rush of pleasure made her cry out.
"Whhhaaahhh! Ohhh, shit, that's good!"
Now it was time. She couldn't wait any more for what she'd longed to have. She
lowered her dripping pubes again, guiding the dog's barbed tip up between the velvety
smooth surfaces of her crevice. The sides of her slit caressed him and he lurched when
he felt the muscled opening of her pussy.
"Yes, baby, I'm gonna let you in! Ohhh, yesss!"
Wiggling hungrily, she pushed her body back against that stiff spear. Her cunthole
stretched to the sudden invasion. Darla bit her tongue and squirmed more wildly than
before. The hot head of Buck's cock went into her with a moist pop, and she panted
and rested her face against his chest as the animal's hind quarters jerked.
"How does that feel? You like that?"
The dog rolled his eyes and seemed frantic to get deeper. His haunches were working
steadily, plunging like Lancer had always plunged when he got excited. Darla smoothed
her palms over the dog's sides and pressed back. She gave him her cunt a little at a
time. She squeezed tightly around his knob when she rocked forward, then opened and
squirmed back against his prick, letting it slide deep, deep inside her young pussy.
The big dog growled and hugged her with his front paws. Now that Buck had
penetrated her, the sucking sound of their movements was growing louder, sloppier.
Darla buried her mouth onto the dog's furry neck and pumped her ass in trembling
circles as the juice dripped down.
"Nhhuuh! Ohhh, it feels like heaven! Ohhh, you're so big! You're the biggest doggy
I've ever-wuuhhhh!"
Slowly, she straightened her legs, stretching them out around the dog's kicking
haunches. She pressed her hot clit down over his body. She thrust with her hips,
rubbing the excited nub, feeling his prick slide another inch into her clasping hole.
Deep inside her, that barbed glans was stretching her where she'd never been stretched
before. It was hot and slippery, and a tickle of keen pleasure shivered through her belly
as Buck plunged, forcing his tip against her squeezing flesh.
"Uhhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," she groaned, working her ass up and down, squeezing her
thighs around his hind quarters.
Buck began to make that weird squealing sound, the same sound she'd heard just
before he'd finished Alice off. It wasn't easy, but Darla forced herself to stop wriggling
around. Slowly, she drew her pussy up the rigid shaft with a slurp.
"I don't want it to end so quickly," she explained to the whining animal. She rocked
forward, popping free of his hot knob. The dog fucked the air, her juice clinging in
stringy droplets to his shaft.
Stuffing pillows under her bottom, Darla got onto her back. The big Doberman was on
all fours, hovering over her hungrily. He licked her belly and breasts and attempted to
stab his cock into her cunt again.
It was suddenly fun to tease him! Darla giggled and plunged her mound up and down,
jerking back and closing her thighs when the Doberman's big cock brushed her
glistening flesh. Her vulva was a messy, musky bloom, juice dripping steadily from the
dainty folds.
Buck licked her tits again and Darla felt herself weakening. Her arms went around the
big dog's back and she opened her thighs to let him jerk forward. As he hunched, she
guided his cock, holding it just behind the head with a thumb and finger.
It was going in fast. It was bigger than ever, the head stretching her muscles as it
slipped into the heat of her body. She locked her heels over Buck's haunches and pulled
him into her, crying out as the thick shape gouged her cunt.
They were wild with the fever of fucking now. The dog growled and clawed holes in the
sheet with his big back paws. His haunches thrust powerfully as he speared Darla's hot
hole over and over again.
Squirming, babbling with pleasure, she clung to the dog's furry body. Her toes fanned
out with the rising excitement. Waves of pleasure flowed over her skin. Her nipples
burned and when she rubbed them against Buck's chest, they seemed to burst into
flame.
"Mhhuuhhh! Ohhh, I'm gonna come! Come so good, so g-g-good!"
The big Doberman yelped as he stabbed into the tightest part of her pussy. She was
squeezing him, sucking him with her firmly muscled cunt. She was tightening up
around the base of his shaft as the dog shoved his hot balls against her ass.
The juicy smacking sounded like lovely music to her. She felt Buck's teeth dig into her
shoulder, and she bit his neck in return. The bed began to thump loudly and she
realized she'd heard the same noise when Alice had been fucked. The big dog was
powerful and as he neared a climax, he was devouring her with lust.
He was coming! She could feel the hot spurts going deep into her womb! The bed
thumped more rapidly as the dog thrust his weight forward in frantic, convulsive jerks.
The cheeks of Darla's ass were shiny with her spilled juice, and now they were wet with
hot strings of cum. Buck's seed sprayed into her body, seeping out from around the
edges of her dainty folds.
Squirming in a frenzy of lust, Darla fucked him back. She plunged and bucked and
wiggled on that hot, stiff stalk that had penetrated her to the very hilt. For an instant,
the dog's prick popped free and a hot spatter of cream rippled across her belly and
breasts. Then he was inside her again, fucking, ramming, ravishing her completely.
"Haahhhh, ahhhhh! Ohhh, Buck! Ohhhh, God! Ohhhh, fuck!"
The dog humped her so hard she saw colored lights when she closed her eyes. He
fucked her until she was half-silly with teasing, itchy pleasure. And then, while he was
still spurting, Darla came too. She gave herself up to the agonizing thrills, her young
ass pounding the bed even harder than before. Her pussy squeezed the dog's cock, and
he continued to fuck her until both were exhausted. She felt him drop, felt his weight
in her arms, his heavy head lolling against her shoulder.
"Ohh, ohhhh, ohhhh! God, there! Right there! My cunt is gonna explode!"
With Buck's limp body on her, Darla came a second time. It was a sharp and aching
come, the kind that made her bite her tongue. Hunching upwards, she rubbed her clit
against the dog's hairless belly.
"Nhhhuuhhhh! Nhhuuh, huhhhhnn!"
It was over. They panted together, both of them totally exhausted. Buck tried to lick
Darla's face but couldn't quite manage it. She smiled, and took deep breaths as she
rubbed the dog's furry back.
"Oh, God, I've never been fucked like that in my life!"
Inside of her cunt, Darla could feel the dog's cock still throbbing. It felt wonderful. She
didn't want him to pull it out, and it seemed that Buck didn't want to pull it out either.
He panted happily, his eyes closed, his hind feet straddled awkwardly behind him.
He was a heavy dog, but Darla enjoyed being pressed down. Then, when she thought
he was falling asleep, she rolled Buck over and eased her cunt free of his prick.
Curling into the heat of his belly, she felt herself dropping off. She was covered from
knee to navel with the dog's sharp-smelling sap, but she didn't feel like cleaning it off.
It was nice being all juicy and wet. It was nice having that cream smeared across her
skin. The Doberman sighed against the nape of her neck and began to snore softly.
Darla closed her eyes. She felt peaceful and very, very tired.


THE END
