DOG-LOVING TEENAGER
By John Kellerman


Chapter 1

Shirley had just come from her fourth-period class and was on her way to the library. It
was her free period, and no one would be checking on her. She held her books tight
against her tits, thinking. Bobbie Ann Dawson bumped into her in front of her locker.
"Hey, Shirley, you going downtown after school like you said? I'd like to go with you, if
you are. You said you were gonna look at that sweater again." Bobbie batted her eyes.
"Remember? The expensive one?"
"Don't have the money," Shirley said, shrugging. "Don't know why I should bother."
"You said you were gonna get the money, somehow. You told me that yesterday."
"Yeah, I know, I know."
Shirley went on to the library. After the class bell had rung, she walked through the
stacks in a desultory way, looking for something to read. Her mind wasn't on reading,
though. She was thinking of that nifty sweater and of the money she didn't have.
She wrote herself a hall pass at the desk, stamped it with the date and went out. The
halls echoed her steps as she passed the closed doors of the classrooms. Miss Hastings,
the girls' gym teacher, nodded and smiled as she went by. At the end of the hall, Shirley
glanced over her shoulder and then ducked into the passageway leading to the
basement. She hurried down the steps and put her hand on the knob of the door
marked CUSTODIAN.
"How bad do I want that sweater?" she asked herself.
She took a deep breath, let it out and opened the door. She could hear the low hum of
the heating plant. There were pipes and gauges and strange-looking machinery all over
the place. The sounds of her loafers on the concrete floor came back to her as she
turned the corner by a huge boiler. Mr. Conner was bending over a gauge, a clipboard
on his knee. Shirley suddenly felt very nervous. She remembered what he'd said to her
a week before. She remembered the lewd look and the way his hand had brushed her
firm, adolescent ass.
"A girl with your looks shouldn't ever go begging for money," is what he'd said.
He stood up – a tall, muscular man who looked younger than his forty-odd years. But
he still hadn't seen her, yet. She cleared her throat and stood there, feeling dumb.
"Well, well, well," he said, putting down the clipboard. She felt faint as he walked over
to her. "You come all the way down here, just to visit me?"
"Yes," Shirley nodded. Her eyes tuned up to his face. "What you said about money the
other day. I've been thinking about that."
When the man reached out, she twisted away. She looked darkly at him.
"You can call me Jimmy," he breathed.
He looked at her long, slim legs hungrily. Her dress was a short one, the waist fitting
her adolescent body very tightly, then flaring out to display the frim, round swells of
her tits. There was the slightest trace of cleavage showing. Light brown freckles dotted
her tits and chest. There were freckles across the bridge of her nose, too. Shirley pulled
one long braid to her mouth and chewed on it nervously.
"Would you give me some money?" she said, her voice barely audible over the hum of
machinery.
Jimmy's eyes moved a little. "For what?"
"For touching me."
"Just touching?"
"I'm a virgin. I don't want to..."
"Yeah." He let out a breath. "I don't want to start any trouble like that, either."
"Well?" she blurted.
She felt embarrassed and dizzy. She wished she'd never come down to the basement in
the first place.
"Well what?"
"Would you give me some money?"
I should leave, Shirley thought. I should run out of here before I make a fool of myself.
"For touching you?" Jimmy rubbed his chin and swallowed. "Yeah, I'm probably fool
enough to do something like that."
Shirley sighed. She was more scared than ever, but at least he hadn't made fun of her.
There was an awkward moment of silence and she turned to look at the big pipes that
curved over her head. When she looked back at Jimmy, his eyes were scanning her
body again. That funny, hungry look scared her.
Shirley squealed with fright when a big dog come around the corner and ran towards
her. He barked once before Jimmy yelled him down.
"Shut up, Travis, shutup!" The Doberman snuffed through his nose and gave Shirley a
long, hard look. He was sleek and black and powerful, his head as high as her belly.
Even with him under control, she was trembling, drawing back. "He won't hurt ya,"
Jim said. "See, he's sniffing your hand. I think he kinda likes ya."
Before Shirley could pull her fingers back, the dog licked her. His tongue felt so soft, so
wet. She trembled again, from fear and something else. Jimmy took her elbow gently
and guided her farther into the depths of the boiler room.
"This good enough? He asked, turning.
There was a table strewn with magazines, a cot against the wall, a couple of chairs. It
was a little alcove off the main room, the place where Jim slept when he had to stay
overnight. There were rumors circulating among certain students that Jim sometimes
brought a woman down here. Nobody really knew for sure, though.
"This good enough?" he asked again.
"I guess so."
Shirley watched the man peel two five dollar bills from a roll he took from his pocket.
He pressed them flat on the table and looked up at her again.
She was trembling. She knew she'd gotten herself in over her head – all because she
lusted after that damned sweater. She didn't even want the sweater, any more. She
wished she could walk out of there and forget her crazy idea to make some money.
"Here's five for a feel of that hot little cunt of yours and five for your panties."
"You want my p-p-panties?"
"You damn right I do." He grinned good-naturedly. "So why don't you take them off?"
"Here?"
Jimmy sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. It was graying at the sides, but he
still had plenty of it.
"Look, honey, you came down here and asked me about this deal. Now if you don't
want..." "Okay," she said breathlessly. She reached under her pleated skirt, but Jim
stopped her with a shake of his head. "Take off the dress, too. I'm paying to see you,
aren't I?"
"Not the dress."
"So you want me to reach under it, is that the deal?"
"I'll take off my dress for another five dollars."
Shirley made swift calculations in her head. The sweater cost twenty-five. If she had
fifteen from Jimmy, she could get the other ten, somehow. He was laughing and she
blushed, afraid she was being made fun of.
"Okay, here's another five." He put the bill on the table.
Shirley let out another quick breath. She undid her skirt at the side and let it drop
around her ankles. The look on Jimmy's face scared her, then excited her.
"God damn, you've got some legs!" he said under his breath. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Jesus Christ in heaven."
Her fingers trembled as she hooked them in the elastic of her panties. The sheer, pale
blue bikini clung to her perfectly rounded ass, curved tightly against the gentle sweep of
her cunt-mound. A few curly springs of cunt-hair had sneaked around the edge of the
nylon crotchband. Jimmy rubbed his belly and stared. The front of his work pants was
pushed out. Shirley wasn't so much of a dummy that she didn't know why.
"Come on, come on," he said, "I put the money on the table."
The bid Doberman rose from his haunches and took a step in Shirley's direction. She
looked at the monstrous animal and back at Jim.
"Go on, get out of here!" he yelled. "Go watch the door. Go watch, Travis, go watch."
The dog sniffed in Shirley's direction, then trotted off.
"Okay," Jimmy said, licking his lips. "You were about to..." He motioned at her panties.
Shirley wondered if maybe she shouldn't have asked for more money. The way he was
looking at her was so weird.
Slowly, she eased the clinging elastic down. As her brown pubic curls were exposed, Jim
made a sound in his throat. She knew he could see the partially obscured line of her
pussy-crevice, the plump curve of her cunt-mound. She stripped her panties to her
knees and let them fall the rest of the way. Slowly, she stepped out of them. She had to
bend down to get the skimpy things uncaught from one loafer. Jim stepped toward here
at that moment.
"Here," she said, holding the flesh-warmed panties out.
He took them and pressed them to his face. He was breathing fast now.
God, she felt so strange!
"Why don't you sit on the bed," He breathed, putting her panties in the drawer of the
table.
""I told you I was a virgin so I don't want you to..."
"I'm not going to hurt you," he laughed. "Do you think I'd risk losing my job over
some hot-tailed little bunny like you who needs money for some damn thing or other?"
"I'm not a hot-tailed..." She bit off the words. It wouldn't do to go getting all worked
up. She wanted to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible and get out.
"Come on, sit down on the bunk." Jim patted the thin mattress again. "Does my money
get me a feel of your tits, too, or will that be another fiver?"
"Another five dollars," Shirley said quickly, shocked by the man's loud laughter.
"I get the feeling I'm being taken for a ride," he mumbled, stripping another five dollar
bill from his roll and putting it on the table with the others. "Okay, I've laid out twenty
bucks now and I'm not even going to get a piece of ass. So I do expect a little fun. If
you weren't so damned pretty I'd spank your bottom and send you back up the stairs."
Shirley blushed.
Jim sat next to her and began unbuttoning her blouse. She was breathing fast now, she
wasn't quite sure why. He parted her blouse and peeled it over her shoulders. She bit
her lip as he fished around for the clasp of her bra. The cups fell forward, letting the
weight of her white tits push them away. Jimmy cupped one, tenderly, and bent his
head.
It was too late to stop him. He kissed her nipple, kissed it again. Shirley could smell her
musk rising from between her thighs. Without her panties, she felt wetter. She was
almost completely naked now, except for her loafers and her knee socks. Her shortsleeved 
blouse hung halfway down her back, the sleeves at her elbows.
Jimmy moaned as he kissed her other tit. He tried to suck the nipple but she moved,
pulling it free from the wet squeeze of his lips.
"Don't do that!"
"You're panting."
"I don't want you to do that!"
His hands went down to her waist. She closed her eyes as he stroked the youthful
curves of her body. She was light-skinned, and there were places where blue and green
veins could be seen under her delicate flesh. Jimmy touched the places and cupped the
flat warmth of her belly.
Shirley was breathing rapidly. She spread her thighs when Jimmy pressed his thumb
against her cunt. She felt him trace the curly thatch of her cuntal triangle. He brushed
closer to her slit then, his mouth against her shoulder all the while.
Shirley tried to think of the money. That sweater would be waiting for her and all she
needed was five more dollars! When she was Jimmy unbuttoning his pants, she grabbed
his wrists.
"No!"
"I wasn't gonna do anything to you," he said, "but I want to have some fun."
"No! I don't want you to."
"Five more dollars?"
He grinned, undoing another button. Shirley dug her long nails into his wrist. Then she
took a quick breath and nodded yes. Jimmy tossed the five wrinkled ones onto the table
with the other cash and finished opening his fly.
Shirley looked away when he pulled his cock out. She'd seen one before – Ronny
Granger's slender white cock. That was the summer she'd thought she was in love.
Then Ronny had gotten crazy and messed up her corduroy pants and she's ended it all
"Would another five get you to touch it?"
"No!" Shirley shook her head vehemently.
"Ten?"
"No! And if you ask again, I'm leaving."
"You sure got brass for a sixteen-year-old," Jimmy laughed.
She glanced down at his crotch and took a sharp breath. She felt dizzy for a second but
tried not to let the custodian see. His cock was a dark purple where the head swelled
out. Jim was squeezing and massaging the shaft. His thick fingers began to rise and fall.
The glans surged bigger. Shirley realized she was staring and quickly looked away. The
custodian's fingers were pressing against her cunt harder now. She felt the plump halves
of her cunt open with a wet sound. Shirley chewed her bottom lip, then pulled a braid
around so she could chew on that instead.
"You virgins really kill me," the man said. "You don't know your ass from a hole in the
ground." He gave a short laugh. "Maybe that's why I'm paying all this hard-earned
money just to touch you."
"Ohhhh," she sighed, clutching his arm. The thick finger that had moved between her
cunt-lips had touched something, rubbed something tender. Jimmy rubbed it again. She
brought her thin shoulders forward, her eyelashes fluttering wildly. "Ohhhhh God!
Don't touch me there... please, don't touch me... uhhhh!"
"I've paid my money," Jim said. He was jacking his cock faster now. Swallowing hard,
Shirley looked down at his swollen cock. The head had grown even bigger, blunter. Its
flared ridge had darkened more, too, and she could see the tangle of black hair near the
base of the shaft. His chest rose and fell under his gray workshirt.
"No, don't touch that, either," she groaned, her nails stabbing into his wrist as hard as
she could make them.
"I'm not gonna bust it. But for all that cash, you'd damned well better let me touch it!"
Shirley relaxed some, let his juice-slickened fingertip glide across her cherry. He rubbed
it again and again, using a slow circular movement that sent shivers up her belly and
back. Without thinking, Shirley rocked her hips. Jim smiled, and she blushed and made
herself be very still.
"I don't mind if you dig it," he sail. "I'm not gonna have to pay for that, too, am I?"
Shirley couldn't think, couldn't make her mind work. Jim was suddenly kissing her on
the neck, his finger moving more quickly between the hot clasp of her cuntlips. She
could hear the slick sound and smell her rising musk. He touched her earlobe with the
tip of his tongue, and she turned her head away.
She had the twenty-five bucks. Now, all she had to do was wait it out, wait for him to
finish fondling her. She didn't want to get excited. What was there to get excited about,
anyhow? Just some greasy old janitor feeling her up.
But Jimmy wasn't really that old. And the way he was touching her was doing things
she hadn't expected. He seemed to know lots more about sex than the few guys she'd
been out with.
"Oh, baby, you're eating stuff."
She sighed, wondering what he meant. His mouth touched her tit again. He wet the
nipple until she was shivering from flashes of pleasure that pulsated through her.
"Uhhmmm," she moaned, her hips rocking again.
She had to stop that! But she couldn't. Even as she thought of staying still, her hips
moved again. What was he doing now? He was kissing her belly. Oh, God, she couldn't
let him do that! It made her so weak.
"Just lay back on the cot," Jim murmured, pressing her shoulders.
"No!" Shirley frowned at him. "Just feel em up and get it over with." She glanced at his
big prick. She had a feeling what he wanted to do. His fingers moved up and down, up
and down. The steady slapping sound was getting to her. Oh, why had she ever come
down here in the first place? But she did have the money! She had the twenty-five
bucks.
"Come on, just lay back. Wouldn't you like me to lick you?"
Shirley almost went into shock. "Of course I wouldn't!"
"Never tried that, I guess."
She looked into his face. She was blushing again.
"I said, you never tried that. You haven't, have you?"
"Of course not."
Jim pushed her down quickly, holding a strong forearm across her chest as he lowered
his mouth to her cunt. She whimpered and bucked as she felt the sudden warmth, the
sudden wetness. His tongue had opened her cunt-folds and was gliding slickly along the
swollen, pink flesh. She twisted and cried, but he was far too strong for her. His mouth
opened, taking her young, dripping cunt in. Her writhing changed. She found herself
still struggling, but struggling in a different way.
"Nhhooo, ohhh, ohhh, don't... ohhh, God!"
Jim was using his tongue in a way that embarrassed and shocked her. He was actually
licking deep into her cunt, rubbing her clit as he passed over it. Then he pressed against
her hymen, exciting the tender flesh that blocked what would someday be her hole.
"Ghhhhhh," she groaned, her ass twitching on the cot. She dug her nails into his
shoulders. She didn't know whether she was fighting him or not. And her hips wouldn't
stop moving. Weakly, she plunged her cuntal mound up and down against the hot
licking.
"I don't want you to! Ohhh, stop it! I didn't say you could do th-th-this!"
Her small tits heaved wildly as the man's mouth suckled her pubes. She was being
eaten alive! He was actually chewing on the plump outer lips, then rubbing his tongue
hard against her clit.
With a whimper, Shirley pulled herself together. She sat up enough to beat on Jim's
head with her small fists. She beat against him until he laughed and pulled his mouth
away from her pussy. Her cunthair was all plastered down in dark curlicues. She could
see the inner lining of her cunt, see how swollen she'd become. Her cunt looked like a
glistening blossom – soft, wet, slick.
And very, very hot.
"You're awful!" she hissed at him.
His mouth was shiny with her juice. She could even smell the musky perfume of her
own excitement wafting from his lips. She dragged her braid around and stuffed it
between her teeth.
"Aw, cut out all that crap," Jim said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know
you'd love to get a good fucking. What would it cost me? How much more cash do you
want me to put on the table before you're gonna spread those teenaged thighs of
yours?'
"If you start talking like that, I'm going to leave."
"Okay, cool it."
Jim started pumping his cock again. The head swelled quickly, darkening before
Shirley's eyes. The man put his finger in her cunt again and petted the overheated
surfaces while he jacked himself. She had to lean against him a little, because of the
weak and fluttery feeling she was experiencing. She was panting, panting hard. That
rubbing, the way he touched her clit – it made her think of his tongue on her. She had
liked it, hadn't she? But she'd never tell him that. With a shock, Shirley realized that
she hadn't fooled Jim at all. He knew she'd enjoyed it.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, pumping his cock faster. He breathed deep and hard. His hips
thrust around on the bed where he sat.
She was getting worked up over his excitement. She didn't want to, but it was
happening, just the same. She was moving her hips forward and back against the steady
rub of his fingers. She was getting so itchy down there. It felt like the time she'd
awakened from a dream – a sexy dream.
She'd had the sheet tangled between her thighs and she'd been pumping her ass just
like she was now. Then the tickling feeling had surged into something else – something
that had made her cry out. It had turned into a pleasure too intense to really be called a
pleasure.
And if she wasn't careful, it was going to happen again. But Jim came before she
reached that point. His cock had suddenly gotten darker, more swollen at the tip. Then
the man had trembled all over and a spout of white cream jumped a foot into the air.
Shirley squealed with surprise as the stuff spattered down. Jim pumped his cock steadily
now, growling in his throat. His finger was pressing hard against her clit, but not
moving.
"God..." she said under her breath.
Shirley had never witnessed anything like this. Ronny, her old boyfriend, had creamed
the front of her pants, that time, but she hadn't actually watched it happen. She hadn't
guessed how far out it looked with that strange-smelling stuff spurting straight up into
the air. It was oozing down the sides of his cock now, forming a stringy glaze over his
knuckles. Shirley trembled as she thought of all that cum inside a girl's cunt. That's
how Gloria Edwards had gotten into trouble last year and had to quit school.
"Uhhh," Jimmy groaned, "ohhh, shit!" He pumped convulsively, his hand still making
that slapping. But the slapping sound was a slick sound, now. A white fleck hit Shirley's
thigh, and she stared at it, uncertain as to what to do.
"Christ..." Jim breathed. He wasn't pumping his cock any more. He lay back against the
wall, eyes closed.
Shirley pulled her blouse up around her shoulders and buttoned it quickly. She
remembered her bra and looked around for it.
"That's mine, too," the custodian said. "For all that dough, you oughta throw it in,
don't you think?"
"Oh, all right." She picked up her skirt and shook it out. She was very weak, and the
room spun when she moved her head too fast. She used her fingertip finally, smearing
the droplet of cum off her thigh and rubbing it on Jim's blanket. He watched her fit her
short skirt around her waist and tuck her blouse into it.
"You're still breathing pretty hard," he said. "Enjoy yourself?"
"I needed some money, that's all." She was folding the bills neatly, making sure it was
all there.
"Twenty-five bucks and I didn't even get your knee socks off."
Shirley just shrugged; she was anxious to get the hell out of there. Jim was cleaning the
mess he'd made. She couldn't keep from watching him, watching the heavy sag of his
cock. He pushed it back into his pants and walked around her.
Shirley jumped as the bell rang. Jim touched her arm.
"You'd better let me go out first," he said. "That way, if somebody sees you coming out,
there won't be any question. You were looking for me to... fix a window or something."
"There's a light out over in the north hall," Shirley said.
"Okay, that'll do fine. Not that anybody'll see you leaving."
"You're right though. I don't want to be caught without some excuse."
"Give me three minutes," Jim said, glancing at his watch. "Then you can follow."
Shirley heard the door close as the custodian went out. She sat back on the narrow cot
and sighed. She thought of taking her panties out of his drawer, taking back her bra,
too. But she had made a bargain of sorts. She did have the money in her hand.
"I'd better hide this, too," she said, pushing the folded bills down into her knee sock.
She wedged the money flat against the arch of her right foot and pulled the sock back
up her calf. When she looked up, she screamed.
She hadn't even heard the dog coming. He was so close, he loomed like something out
of a science fiction movie. Shirley stood up and backed away. The dog growled low in
his throat and came forward.
"Oh, God, ohhh, God, don't let him hurt me!" She could almost feel those sharp fangs
sinking into her young flesh. He was a killer, she just knew it!
The big black Doberman was standing directly in front of her now, and Shirley realized
she'd moved into a corner of the small room without thinking. The animal wasn't
growling any more; he was sniffing. He could smell her musk – that was it. He was just
curious.
"Nice doggy," she said, smiling. The dog brushed his nose at the hem of her short
pleated skirt. Shirley didn't dare move a muscle. Even the scrape of her loafer on the
cement floor made the dog rumble again.
"Please, go away," she whispered.
The dog ignored her plea. He nosed under her skirt again, tossing it up with a quick
flick of his head. He looked like he could eat a boa constrictor if he wanted to.
"Nice doggy, let me by, now... please?"
The dog growled and bit her skirt. She felt him tug it once, twice and then the button
popped at the waist. The thought that she stood naked before the mad dog almost made
Shirley faint. She started crying, instead. Her skirt was puddled around her feet, and the
Doberman nosed the dark thatch of her cunt. It was wet from the way Jim had touched
her – warm and musky. The dog seemed to like the smell. His pink tongue curved
under the plumpness of her cuntal mound, and Shirley chocked on a sob. A hot tear
lined her cheek.
"Don't... don't do that, doggy!" What was the damned thing's name? Travis? "No,
Travis, NO!"
Travis growled, the vibrations making her pussy tingle. He licked her again, harder.
Then he was licking her steadily, lapping with the hot surface of his tongue, lapping
against her blossomed cunt-lips, pressing between the excited folds.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, God!" Shirley moaned, sagging back against the corner. The bell rang
again, signaling the start of the next class period. She was supposed to be in History
now; her hall pass had expired. Why didn't Jim come back? Where in hell was he? The
dog licked faster, his slobber making hot lines down her thighs.
"Ohhhh, my clit! He's licking my clit!"


Chapter 2

Shirley was frantic. But there was no way she could get around the black hulk of the
Doberman. His mouth was pressing harder against her mound now, opening it,
drinking from it. She watched in horrified amazement. But she could feel the tendrils of
excitement making their way through her flesh. She was breathing raggedly, her mouth
hanging open. Her tits burned under the thin blouse that covered them. Her belly
heaved wildly as the dog's hot mouth did things that even Jim's kissing and licking
hadn't done.
"Muhhhh! Uhhhnnnnnn!" She slipped her hands down her tummy. The dog didn't
seem to notice. She pushed them down to her cunt and tried to cover her feverish
pubes. Travis didn't react. He just licked her fingers apart to get to the velvety meat
under them. Shirley realized she was too weak with passion to really stop him. The wet
rubbing of her cunt was making itchy pleasure spread though every nerve, every
muscle. Her legs trembled from the tension, a tension that made her calves knot up,
made her thighs tighten.
More saliva trickled down. She felt it reaching the tight hug of her knee socks. And her
mound was a mess! It was all pooched out with swollen excitement. The Doberman was
feasting on it like he'd found a T-bone steak. She could even feel his teeth, feel his fangs
needling the plumpness of her outer cunt-lips.
"God in heaven," she groaned, sliding her trembling fingers up her tummy again.
She cupped her tits under her thin blouse. The dog whined and lapped steadily. He had
braced his front feet, one big paw pressing down on the toe of her loafer.
Shirley felt so strange.
The hum of machinery droned on, but she could hear only the wet licking of her cunt.
The dog tilted his head this way and that, getting into all the little hollows, lapping up
her musky juice. He obviously liked her taste. This realization sent a sharp shiver of
pleasure through Shirley's body. But she was still very frightened.
"Oh, stop doing this! Travis, stop it! It's driving me crazy!"
She bit her lip and let her head fall back against the wall. She was panting out of
control now, and her hips rocked under the lusty friction of the animal's hot tongue.
Why had he chosen to eat her cunt? He wasn't getting anything out of it, was he? Or
did it excite the Doberman just to smell and slurp at a human female's pussy?
Her mind spun with these unanswerable questions. Her tummy was sucked in sharply
under her ribs as she looked down to watch the beast.
She couldn't let it go on. It was shameful, perverse. And, worse than that, it was
exciting her – exciting her like Jim's mouth had done. She didn't want to be excited,
especially by a dog. It meant she had lost control of the situation, lost control of her
emotions. And more than anything, Shirley valued this self-control. It was how she got
what she wanted in the world.
"Stop, you awful thing!"
She pushed the Doberman's head suddenly, twisting her body as she staggered toward.
She was running, her loafers clacking on the concrete floor, her skirt clenched in her
fingers. The dog came after her, growling deep in his throat. She was panicked, looking
for a place to hide. She couldn't run out into the hall without her clothes. But if she
stopped, the Doberman would have her again.
He hit her in the back with his front paws as she rounded a corner by the boiler.
Shirley went down on all fours, sliding across the waxed floor. The dog was pressing his
hot mouth against her ass and cunt in an instant. She groaned, her arms trembling as
she tried to crawl forward. The dog mounted her then, his big paws sliding down on
each side of her body. He squeezed her, hunching is back powerfully as he tried to drive
his cock into the plush, warm place he'd discovered. She screamed and bucked her ass
wildly. The dog's slickened cock slithered across one ass-cheek. She felt the smear of the
animal brute's juices. She felt the heat of that thing, too, and another shiver of lust went
through her.
She hated the emotion Travis had forced her to experience. She didn't like getting all
sexy. She liked it, but she didn't like it. It made her feel as silly and weak-willed as all
the other girls in school.
She knew what happened when a female let her guard down – a boy took advantage of
her softness and speared her with his cock. Then he wiggled around and shot cum
inside her, and the girl would be left on her own. If she was unlucky, she'd have a lot of
explaining to do. A baby wasn't as easy to hide as a cum-smeared dress.
And this dog was just as bad. All he wanted was her pussy! He was ramming at her
behind like he wanted to tear her a new hole! But the brush of his spongy, slick cocktip
across her pubes brought shuddering moans from deep in Shirley's throat.
"Whhhuuhhh," she gasped, crawling forward again.
She hit her head on a pipe and turned to move in a different direction. The big dog
kept his front legs tightly clasped around her torso as his haunches worked frantically
to imbed his rigid prick inside her young body.
"Nhoo! Ohhh, Nooo!"
She had to turn over. If she let him keep lunging at her like that, Shirley knew sooner
or later his barbed prick would stab her cherry hard enough to tear it. She was on her
side now, whining and squirming on the cold concrete floor. The dog sank his teeth
into the meat of her calf. He didn't bite hard enough to break the skin, but it scared her
shitless. He drove this big paws against the fronts of her thighs then, forcing them
apart.
Shirley was helpless. She watched him lower his mouth towards her dripping little cunt.
Then he was eating it again, watching her tits rise and fall as he slid his hot tongue
across the swollen membranes.
"Nhhuuh, I'm getting so hot down there," Shirley babbled, her tongue half out of her
mouth. "I'm getting so itchy!"
She could see the big Doberman more easily, now that she was sitting on the floor, her
arms bracing her. She could see under the dog's belly. She could see that swinging,
bobbing cock and the slick shine of it. It was raw and red and very hot looking. It gave
her a strange tingle as she watched it pulsing. A droplet of juice clung to the very tip of
Travis' barb for an instant, and then made a wet circle on the concrete.
Shirley bit her lip and whimpered. She was whimpering out of fear. Just to imagine
something that looked like that, sliding into her body, was incredibly scary. But it gave
her a hot flush of pleasure, too. She wondered how deep it would go, how hard it
would rub. Would a girl be able to feel that swollen tip gouging way up in her belly?
Shirley whimpered again and shook her head.
"Nhhuuhh, ohhhh, I can't stand it... I'm itching all over now!"
She fell back on the floor, her knees drawn up slightly. The dog liked her like that.
Whenever she tried to straighten them and close her thighs, he growled and bit her
again.
And now that he had total access to her smoldering pubes, he was bringing her to a
white-hot fever. She couldn't keep her ass from dancing, moving, plunging gently from
the steady lick of his tongue.
A soft shudder made her nipples stand out on her tits. She panted, half-sighing, half
moaning as her toes tickled. One loafer slipped from her foot, but Shirley didn't care;
she was past caring. That heart-pounding pleasure was beginning. She knew what it
was and hated to have it happen with this dog's mouth on her. But as much as she tried
to resist, the thrills surged up her limbs. The glow spread from her dripping cunt.
"Oh, God, he's gonna make me come. It's too late... ohhhh! Ohhhh, damn! Ohhhhhh,
here it comes!"
She gave a tight squeal and her hips plunged in a frenzy as the shooting ecstasy went
through her. The Doberman whined and came forward as if trying to get his cock in.
But with her on her back on the floor, he couldn't make it. He wallowed his tongue
across her tits, his haunches pumping. His slick cock made glistening smears up the
inside of one thigh, then skittered across her belly.
Without the animal's hot-tongued, drooling mouth at her cunt, Shirley felt as if she
were dangling in limbo. She was being strung between two shores, moaning for release,
for freedom from the turbulent hunger that ate at her senses.
"Damn... ohhhh, come! I've got to come now! If I don't..."
The dog bore down, trying to shove his cock through her parted mound again. The
angle and height was all wrong. Again, the hot, fleshy snake bounced across her
abdomen. Travis seemed to sense that her soft belly was the next best thing to being
surrounded by her cunt. He let his weight down, plunging his hot cock up and down.
Shirley was squirming frantically, trying to catch the hot pleasure the dog had teased
her with. She was on the very edge of climax, shuddering breaths of frustration, making
here tits quiver. The dog licked them, pumping harder. His hot balls were rubbing her
cunt-lips now. It was an intensely pleasurable sensation, and Shirley couldn't help but
wriggle violently against the spongy eggs in their sac.
She came. She came with a shriek of relief, her slim hips making jerky circles on the
floor. As the surging ecstasy took here, she felt something hot spurt up across her
heaving tummy. Her navel filled with cream and overflowed. Dribbling strings of the
stuff slipped down her sides. She felt hot spatters against the undersides of her tits. She
was half-crying, half-moaning. She was rubbing out her pleasure against the beast's
body, not caring who she was, where she was.
In the confusion of her mind, the wriggling animal became a man – became Jimmy.
She whimpered louder, ashamed of how her thoughts had got away from her. She felt
so helpless on her back with the weight of the huge Doberman pressing her down. It
wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to feel. But now that she was feeling it, it gave her
a perverse thrill. Something too intense to put into words.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, pumping her swollen cunt against the dog's
balls. His rigid cock throbbed against her belly, still shooting streams of cum over her
tingling skin. And then, it was over.
"Get off! Ohhh, damn you, get away!"
Now that his lust was sated, Travis seemed milder. He backed up slowly and sat on his
haunches to lick his extended cock. Whimpering with disgust, Shirley wiped the sticky
curds of gism off her tits and belly.. She wobbled back to the place where Jim had his
cot, and found a rag to finish the job. She quickly stepped into her skirt, fastened it as
best she could and buttoned her blouse again.
She was going to be late to her next class, and she had to think of something to tell the
teacher. She was still throbbing between her thighs, and she knew that she hadn't really
gotten the dog's cum off her. It was drying on her tummy and tits. She felt sullied.
She wanted to kill that damned dog.
But as she hurried to the door of the boiler room, Travis was at her side, his big eyes
looking up in a mournful way. Against her better judgment, she petted his head.
Touching him made her remember the size of his cock, the redness of it and the way it
had slid so easily along her soft tummy.
"I've got to get out of here. I think I'm losing my mind or something."
No one saw her leaving the corridor to the basement. She hurried down the hall to the
library, retrieved her books and swiped a blank pass from the booklet on the check-out
desk. She was pretty good at forgery, and she figured that it was worth a try.
When school was over for the day, Shirley realized how lucky she'd been not to get
caught running around the halls with drying dog cum all over her. She'd borrowed a
safety pin to hold her skirt up and hidden the fact that the front of her blouse had been
torn when Travis had gone for her tits.
As soon as she was home, she ran a tub and washed herself. It was a relief to have all
traces of the encounter gone from her body. But when she looked at her virgin cunt
and remembered that the hot balls of a Doberman had pressed against the slick
surfaces, she trembled. But her friend Bobbie Ann Dawson was there, waiting to go
downtown.
Shirley tried to forget what had happened in the school basement. She concentrated
instead on the new sweater she was going to buy.
It really does fit you nice," Bobbie commented as they walked through the park. "How
did you get the money, Shirley? You still haven't told me."
"Secret. You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"I tried to get some money from my brother," her friend said. "I caught him playing
with himself and told him I'd tell Dad if he didn't give me ten dollars."
No kidding?"
He gave me fifty cents and kicked me out of his room."
"And?" Shirley felt a thrill at hearing this little intimacy.
"And, I took the fifty cents. I guess it wasn't such a hot idea. I wouldn't have told Dad
anything like that, even if Bruce hadn't given me any money."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Parents can stir up too much hell. You've got to keep
almost everything secret from them."
Bobbie Ann lifted her eyebrows. "Like the fact that Ted wants me to go all the way, this
Saturday."
"Are you gonna?"
"Heck no!"
Bobbie tossed her head, tossed blonde hair back over her shoulders. She was a short,
somewhat dumpy girl with a pleasing face and big tits. Though she'd never make it as a
fashion model, she never had trouble getting dates. Actually, she didn't look that bad in
a swimming suit. Shirley had often wondered if her plush-bodied friend had talents she
wasn't telling. She liked Bobbie and wished she could confide the secret she now
carried.
But no, she couldn't go that far. That scene in the boiler room had been just too weird,
really too weird.
It's Friday," Bobby said, "why don't you spend the night with me?"
"Sure, I guess I could call my mom from your place."
They went on across the park, talking about boys and clothes and this and that. But
though she didn't reveal it, Shirley kept drifting back to what had happened to her. She
was struggling with her emotions. It had been so damned easy to make that twenty-five
bucks. A little weird, sure, but she had the sweater she'd wanted. And now she could
think of other things it would be nice to have.
Supper at the Hawkin's house was pretty casual, and Shirley and Bobbie Ann took their
plates into the basement playroom. Bobbie's dog, a mild-mannered Shepherd, came
with them. As the finely groomed animal sat before Bobbie, his ears perked up, Shirley
got the definite feeling that something was going on – something not meant for other
eyes.
"Quit that," Bobbie scolded, pushing her foot against the dog's chest. The dog paid no
attention to his mistress' words. Shirley could only see his back, but the crimson flush
on Bobbie Ann's cheeks was testimony to the fact that she could see far more.
"Oh, Freddy... STOP!"
"What's he doing, anyway?"
"Nothing..." Bobbie finished her meal and set her plate aside. "He's just got the most
horrible erection." She was still blushing.
"Oh?"
"He's some kind of crazy dog. Always horny."
"It's normal."
"Yeah," Bobbie Ann nodded. There wasn't any doubt in Shirley's mind that her best
friend knew lots more than she was telling. After what had happened down in the
boiler room that afternoon, Shirley felt a little trebly.
"I'll take our plates up," she volunteered, getting up.
Bobbie Ann's folks were watching television as Shirley put the plates in the dishwasher.
She went to the bathroom and came back through the house to thank Bobbie's mother
for the nice meal. On her way downstairs again, it didn't occur to Shirley that Bobbie
Ann didn't hear her coming. But when she saw Bobbie's bare foot moving against her
pet's red cock, she froze.
"You naughty, naughty boy," Bobbie was cooing.
Her bare toes were pink and plump, and they caressed the red shaft of Freddy's hard
prick as gently as could be. The dog moaned and moved his ass around. Now Bobbie
Ann brought her other foot forward. She was sitting in her chair, squeezing the dog's
erection between her soles. She was jacking him slowly, teasingly.
Shirley didn't know whether to go back upstairs or what. She seemed frozen to the
spot, caught in the middle of the steps, hardly breathing for fear of giving herself away.
Why was she watching anything so perverse, anyhow? She hadn't liked what had
happened to her with Jim's big Doberman. She hated that animal now, and always
would. Yet her body was responding to this wicked little scene between Bobbie Ann
and her German Shepherd, Freddy.
"Ohhh, you like that, don't you?" Bobbie breathed. The way her voice trembled told
Shirley that her friend was almost as excited as the dog was. Bobbie leaned down.
'Well, come closer then..." The dog rubbed himself against her knee. Bobbie reached
under his belly and Shirley watched short, plump fingers squeeze tight. The big dog's
erection pulsed larger, the head swelling like a plum. She heard the sticky slick sound of
juicy flesh being massaged as Bobbie Ann's fingers worked the dog's excited cock.
"You feel so hard! Ohhh, what a naughty darling you are!"
The dog whimpered. Though the tone was different, Shirley recognized the sound. It
was very much like the way Travis had sounded when he'd been licking her. An
uninvited tremor went through her young body. She felt her juices spilling into the
crotch band of her tight-fitting panties.
Shirley cleared her throat and hesitated. Then she descended the stairs as if nothing
strange at all was going on. Bobbie Ann met her, Freddy close behind.
"I'm putting him outside. He's really a very bad dog."
Her cheeks were flushed again and Shirley couldn't help but notice the musky smell in
the basement playroom. The smell wasn't from Freddy. It was Bobbie's female smell –
the smell of an overheated cunt.
That night, they played a game of monopoly before bed, Freddy curled in the corner
nearby. He seemed to be watching them. Shirley had felt the animal's eyes on her as
she'd changed into her pajamas. Bobbie Ann pretended not to notice that Freddy had
been lurking. Again there was a tension in the room – something happening or about
to happen.
"I'm sleepy," Shirley admitted, getting up to stretch.
"Yeah, me, too. Let's get in bed and tell stories."
Shirley knew what the stories would be. Bobbie Ann loved to tell sexy little tales, most
of them lies. She said it made her sleepy. It didn't make Shirley sleepy though, and as
she listened to Bobbie droning on about the first time she'd let a boy take her bra off,
she found her body becoming more and more aroused.
"Are you still a virgin?" Bobbie Ann asked.
"Yeah."
"Me, too. It just doesn't seem that romantic to let a guy do it to you in the back seat of
some old dusty car."
"I couldn't agree more."
Shirley closed her eyes. All she saw was that black Doberman coming at her. Bobbie
mumbled something else, but Shirley didn't reply. She thought that if she pretended she
was asleep, the girl would let the conversation drop. She was right.
But Bobbie didn't fall asleep as she'd hoped.
She heard her friend tossing and sighing. It was plain as anything that she'd worked
herself up instead of making herself sleepy. Shirley smiled to herself in silent sympathy
with the big-titted blonde. But when she heard Bobbie Ann swing her legs out of the
bed, she peeked through slitted lids to see what was up.
"Shirley?" the girl whispered. "Shirley, you asleep?"
Shirley played possum. The tension in Bobbie's voice was enough to start her clit
throbbing. Bobbie's plump bare feet touched the rug, and she moved across the room.
Freddy was curled by the dresser, and in the glow of a streetlight that streamed in the
window, Shirley saw her friend kneel close to the sliver-gray dog.
"Good boy, good boy."
She was stroking his belly, cooing softly to him. Shirley could hardly believe her eyes as
she watched Freddy roll onto his back and spread his hind legs. But when Bobbie Ann
lowered her head, she just about came unglued.
"She's going to kiss him there!" Shirley whispered under her breath.
There was enough light from the moon for Shirley to see her blonde friend's lips
glistening as they came close to the dog's cock. Her short, plump fingers worked the
animal's foreskin up and down gently as she pressed her mouth lightly against his cock
tip. The thing seemed to swell instantly, filling with blood, and darkening.
It was all Shirley could do to keep still. She blinked to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
Bobbie Ann made a soft cooing noise, and Shirley heard the wet slide of her lips across
the underside of the dog's cock-head. The animal twisted and jerked, his breathing
getting rapid now. He was obviously enjoying this intimate affection from his pretty
blonde mistress. And Shirley found her own body responding as she watched. She
didn't want to get involved in her friend's perversity, but she couldn't stop her cunt
from throbbing. It was getting slicker, too, and very, very hot.
Quietly, Bobbie got to her feet and coaxed Freddy to her bed. He came willingly as if he
knew what was in store for him. Shirley imitated a snore and squinted through her
lashes at the movements on the bed next to her. Bobbie thought she was sleeping, of
course. But it was surprising how little noise she made with her pet as she rolled him
onto his back again and stripped her nighty off over her head.
Shirley's heart pounded. The plump beauty of Bobbie Ann's body in the moonlight and
the slick line of Freddy's rigid cock was enough to make her dizzy. She was glad she
was lying down, because that way, she could concentrate on watching, not on standing
up.
"How would you like to play'?" Bobbie whispered to her dog.
The dog panted louder, as if he knew he shouldn't yip or make any sort of loud noise.
Again Bobbie's fingers were working gingerly on the animal's hard cock. The thing was
extended like a slippery stalk, the tip barbed and swollen. It was a kind of knob, like the
big Doberman's cock.
Just remembering that episode in the basement made Shirley blush and bite her bottom
lip. She was rejecting the sensations she'd experienced there. It was bad enough feeling
her cunt ache while she watched Bobbie fool around with the Shepherd.
"Oh, my, how hard you are tonight."
Pink fingers rode up an down the animal's throbbing prick. He was wet – wet enough
to smear his juices over Bobbie Ann's skin as she touched him. Then as the full-thighed
girl got up on all fours and turned to straddle Freddy, Shirley saw the glistening line
that curved under her mound. The blonde's cunt-lips were beginning to open to reveal
the dripping membranes and dainty-slick folds that were usually hidden.
Shirley could see that her friend's cunt was different than her own in some ways. It was
plumper for one thing. And where Shirley had a curly thatch of hair that formed a kind
of V where her cunt started, Bobbie Ann's blonde fur was much thinner. Shirley could
see her mound right through it, could see the pink nub of her clit, too.
Shirley even found herself hoping that Bobbie would turn into the moonlight that came
in the big window. She wanted to see even more. As if obeying some unspoken
command, Bobbie did, positioning herself over the trembling Shepherd, her knees
straddling the dog's body.
"Yes, yes," Bobbie murmured softly, "I know you want me. I want you, too."
Shirley blinked again. Was this really happening? She'd been attacked by that awful
beast in the school boiler room and thought that it was a freak occurrence. One of
those things that happens rarely – almost never at all. But here, her best friend was
willfully inviting her own pet dog to do unspeakable things to her. And Bobbie had
already done unspeakable things to him. To put her lips to a dog's... cock!
Shirley trembled.
"Ohhh, darling Freddy," Bobbie Ann sighed, rushing her big tits slowly over the dog's
chest.
She cradled his head, pulling his sharp nose toward the snow-white swells. Hanging
down like that, they were even larger than normal. To Shirley, they looked much softer
than her own rather firm, high-riding tits. The pink bumps of her nipples weren't as
large, either, and Shirley wondered if they were as sensitive as her own. But then the
Shepherd lapped one nub, turning it bright with his shiny spit, Bobbie's eyes fluttered
closed and her fingers sunk into the fur of Freddy's neck.
"Ohhh, Freddy," she sighed, her back arching and humping as she gently pumped her
cunt-mound. Her cunt wasn't touching the dog's throbbing erection, yet.
It was hard for Shirley to keep her eyes off that hot-looking plum, the dog's dark glans.
It looked incredibly slick! It looked so spongy, too. But when Bobbie Ann reached back
and pushed a fingertip into the lubricated velvety flesh, Shirley noticed that her touch
didn't sink in very far. Beneath that spongy texture, the Shepherd was hard as steel. He
hunched his hind quarters up from the bed, his quivering prick jabbing forward as if in
search of a warm, wet cave to hide in.
Shirley bit her lip. The cave he wanted was hovering only a couple of inches away. It
was the super plush crevice of Bobbie Ann's young cunt!
"I don't believe it, but it's true." Shirley mouthed the words rather than speak them. It
was like some crazy nightmare, some weird dream. Her best friend had never implied
that she did anything out of the ordinary when it came to sex. They'd exchanged a
couple of stories concerning masturbation, and Bobbie had always seemed somewhat
embarrassed by the revelations.
But this! A dog's cock throbbing dangerously close to the girl's young pussy.
"Now, you can touch me," Bobbie sighed, rocking her curvy wide hips as she pressed
back in the direction of Freddy's erection. The dog hunched again, and his cock lifted
as if in expectation of the heavenly paradise so close.
Bobbie Ann's face was set in pinched concentration as she supported her pet's cock
with one hand and slowly backed against it. There was a wet sound as the bloodswollen 
cock-head touched her overheated labia.
In the moonlight, Shirley could see the veins along the dog's cock. They were swelling
and shrinking, swelling and shrinking. A steady pulse of excitement seemed to ripple
up and down the potent shape. And as Bobbie's finger and thumb squeezed the thing
behind the tip, the glans smacked again as it parted her inner lips and glided slickly
along the heat of her crevice.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh, I love to rub you there!" Bobbie sighed.
Her blonde hair hung over the fronts of her shoulders in tangled strands as she worked
her plump bottom up and down the firmness of the dog's prick. Freddy's cocktip
seemed to be petting her from rectum to clit and back again, smearing her juices
around thoroughly. The sliding sound grew louder, and Shirley could hear her friend
panting..
"Hahhh, hahhh, hahhhhh!"
The Shepherd yipped, and Bobbie Ann quickly scolded him and looked in Shirley's
direction. Shirley pretended deep sleep. As much as this scene was shocking her, she
didn't want to miss a single second. She didn't want Bobbie to think she might be
waking up.
"Okay, if you want me that bad, you can have me," Bobbie told the dog.
With gentle movements, Bobbie Ann began to move against the dog's rigid prick, her
shaking fingers holding the thing up so that the barbed tip was directly against her
hole. Shirley had always assumed that Bobbie was a virgin like she was, but there didn't
seem to be any trauma involved as Bobbie continued to wiggle, her hips see-sawing as
she wedged Freddy's cocktip between her muscled opening. "Easy, boy," the blonde
hissed. "It's always tight at first... easy!"
Freddy was flopping around in the excitement of the moment. His haunches worked
frantically, his paws flailing the air. Then there was a soft, slick sound – a sound of
sudden penetration. At the same instant, Bobbie let out a lungful of air and her mouth
went slack.
"Ohhhhhh, sweet doggy," she moaned, "Ohhhh, God in heaven, that's good!"
As much as Shirley tried to blank out her memory, she was thinking again of the
Doberman's hot balls pressed so tightly against her spread cunt-lips. The animal had
tried to stab her with his cock and when that had failed, he'd rubbed against her with
his balls while his cock had exploded hot cum up across her belly.
But what if he had managed to stick her with that stiff cock? Would she have felt the
same thing that Bobbie Ann was feeling now?
"Uhhhhhh, Freddy!" the blonde gasped, her hips working in a jerky, uncontrolled way.
The sound of his glans going in had been a slippery pop. But now the sound was of hot
and swollen surfaces rubbing together. It was a very slick and sexy sound, and Shirley
could hardly keep from panting out loud. Somehow, she buried her mouth in the pillow
to hide her excitement. On the bed next to hers, Bobbie Ann was plunging her ass
wildly, feeling that hot plum as it rubbed the sensitive lining of her cunt's beginning.
It was a wild scene to witness. Shirley could see the longest part of Freddy's cock and
his furry sheath and his balls. She couldn't see his cocktip any more. That was inside
Bobbie Ann's body. But Shirley could see the muscled squeeze of her friend's cunt. She
could see how her delicate folds were stretched around the shaft of the Shepherd's thick
cock. And as Bobbie squirmed, her juices dripped down one thigh.
She was on her hands and knees, the dog on his back. The image of them, silhouetted
in the moonlight, made Shirley's nipples stand up stiffly. They rubbed the nylon of her
nighty in a way that made Shirley want to touch them. But she kept from it, somehow.
She still felt guilty... even to watching.
"Nhhuuuuhhh," Bobbie groaned, pressing back, forcing her slippery, clasping hole over
the dog's stiff prick.
The slide of the velvety flesh as she covered him made Shirley's pussy throb. A dribble
of juice went down the crack of her ass. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to so
bad!
"Getting inside me now, baby, " Bobbie Ann breathed.
She let the dog lick her big tits, again. By now, they were both shiny where the dog's
hot spit had been smeared across the delicate white flesh. Without her clothes on,
Bobbie Ann's beauty was more apparent. Sure, she was on the heavy side. But Shirley
could see how plush her curves were. She could see the graceful line of her tummy as it
heaved up and down. And though the blonde's bottom was the ass of a mature female,
the flesh was firm and without blemish. Shirley knew that lots of men really went for
that kind of female.
And, apparently, so did this dog.
"Ohhhh, put it in deep, baby," Bobbie whispered.
She lowered herself another few inches, giving the dog room to jab. He jabbed hard, his
shaft making that sexy sound again as it disappeared between the pink, dripping folds.
To imagine that swollen cock gouging deeper inside Bobbie Ann's young cunt made
Shirley whimper. She pressed her face into her pillow again, afraid that she might give
herself away.
But Bobbie was too interested in what was happening to her to be distracted. She
panted hard against the dog's neck as her hips rose and fell. Freddy's cock was more
than halfway into her cunt now. But the dog and the girl were moving more frantically,
more urgently.
"Whhhuuuhh, ohhhh, God, yessss!"
Shirley couldn't keep her hand from sliding down to the hem of her nighty. She lifted
it, sliding the smooth nylon up until her cunt was revealed. She hadn't worn panties to
bed, and now she was glad of it. With a gentle rub of her forefinger, she brought her
clit up out of its hood. It was already pretty firm, and the juicy flesh responded quickly
to her caresses. Bobbie had begun to moan again.
"God... ohhhhh, God."
Though Shirley knew Bobbie was trying to be quiet, it was obvious that the passion of
the moment was ruling. The girl's bed shuddered as she plunged her ass up and down.
The dog's movements had become wilder, too, and he fucked back. Since he was on his
back, he had to fuck her with upward jerks of his haunches. His paws hugged her sides
as he whimpered and mouthed her big tits with teeth and tongue.
"Good doggy... ohhh, God, you're so good!"
The bed thumped again as Bobbie made circles with her ass and pushed her cunt down
over the dog's hard-on until there was nothing but balls left outside. Again, Shirley was
reminded of what had happened to her. She hadn't been fucked, but she sure had felt
those balls so hot and soft. Soft, yet firm, too. She tried to erase the taboo memories.
There was no erasing them. And the more she petted her standing clit with her finger,
the more she wanted to remember them.
"... there Freddy... harder! Ohhh, yes, yes, yes!"
Bobbie Ann's hips plunged. She looked half out of control. Her eyes were wild with the
passion the moment. Her tits shone with spit. Her belly heaved as she wallowed it
against the Shepherd's furry body and hairless groin.
The soft suck of their fucking was like a devilish fire, Shirley couldn't shut out. Even
when she put her hands over her ears, she could hear them going at it. And after a few
seconds of that, she just had to rub her clit again. She was ashamed of her lack of will
power and at the excitement the perverse scene had fired in her. But what could she do
about it, now? She found herself looking again, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as
she watched her best friend pump furiously against the dog's long, hard cock.
"It's in me now, Freddy! All the way in me! Ohhhhh, shit! Ohhhh, Christ!"
Shirley rubbed her cunt without caring about the wrongness of Bobbie's actions. She
could smell her friend's excitement all the way over to her bed. And now, her own hot
musk wafted to her nostrils. Her eyes bugged out as she watched what was happening
to Bobbie Ann's cunt.
The mushy soft flesh of Bobbie Ann's cunt-lips was all pooched out like a flower. And
the dog's cock seemed to be causing the juice to drip more freely than before. But it was
the girl's contractions that fascinated Shirley. She never realized that a woman's body
would behave like that! Bobbie's pussy was contracting with a rhythmic pulse,
squeezing around the Shepherd's hard cock, then relaxing again. Shirley didn't know
how this felt to the dog.
But she could imagine.
"Yuuhhhh!" Bobbie Ann groaned.
She rode forward until only the animal's cocktip was still inside her body. Freddy
panted and tried stab her more deeply. Bobbie pulled away just enough to tease him, to
keep him from skewering her deeper than the depth of his glans.
Shirley petted her smoldering cunt. She found herself whispering under her breath,
whispering things like, "Let him have it! Ohhhh, let him go in all the way!"
With a little cry, Bobbie rocked her hips and backed down on that throbbing shaft of
dogmeat. The sound of it gliding into her young cunt made Shirley feel itchy and hot.
She was getting close to a climax,. herself, and again she was ashamed that she had not
more control of herself than that.
"Huuuhhnn," Bobbie gasped, out of control. "Huhhhnn, ohhh, God, ohhh FUCK!"
The blonde girl had extended her legs, squeezing the dog's humping haunches between
her thighs as he continued to grind her hot clit against his body. The dog's penetrations
sounded slicker and tighter than ever. He growled in his throat as they rolled halfway
onto their sides.
"Ahhhh!" Bobbie Ann writhed furiously. Ohhhh!"
"Ghhaaahh," Shirley groaned back. She could no longer stifle her excitement. She was
going to come, too, and she was going to do it watching her best friend get speared to
the hilt with a hot, hard dog cock!
"Ohh, ohhh, God! Ohhh, here it is!"
It was Bobbie, trembling and bucking as her cunt spasmed in tight contractions around
the dog's sliding cock. The dog barked once and a powerful shudder went through him.
Then the slurpy sound of their fucking grew even slurpier. In the moonlight, Shirley
could see a creamy ooze forcing its way from between Bobbie Ann's cuntlips.
Bobbie was making the strangest sounds – growls and groans and whimpers, all
coming together.
"Yuuhhh!" she gasped at last, her full rounded ass thrusting as she rubbed the
maddening itch of her climax, stroked it against the dog's steady fucking.
Shirley stroked her own pussy, with glistening fingers. She felt herself ride up that slope
which peaked quickly and sent her into shivering convulsions, her kicking legs tossing
the sheet from her half-nakedness.
The room was suddenly very quiet. Shirley had her eyes closed. She could hear Freddy's
steady panting and the rhythmic counterpoint of Bobbie's breathing.
"Shirley?" came the soft words. "You're awake, too, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh."
"I guess you know what happened."
It seemed a silly thing to say, since the big Shepherd's cock was still deeply imbedded
inside the plush blonde's cunt.
"Ye..."
Shirley was embarrassed. What could she say to Bobbie? Especially since her friend had
probably heard her wild thrashing at the last. And Bobbie Ann was looking over now,
looking at Shirley's naked legs and cunt, looking at the shine of juice on her fingers.
"I know it must seem pretty weird to you, but..."
Bobbie's voice sounded like she was about to cry. Shirley didn't want her friend to freak
out or anything.
"Hey, it's okay. I think it's weird, yeah. But..." She sighed. "Well, while you were doing
it, I got pretty excited, too. So I must not think it's too weird."
"You're right," Bobbie whined, "it is weird. I don't know how I got started fooling
around with Freddy. But you know how the boys at school are – creeps. I just can't get
along with them for long. All they want to do is..."
"You don't have to tell me about that," Shirley said quickly.
"Shirley, I didn't really plan to start messing around with Freddy. It just happened. One
day, I had just gotten out of a hot bath and was feeling all tingly and clean like you do
after scrubbing and touching yourself."
Bobbie Ann drew a leg up, let it slide straight again. Freddy made a movement to pull
his cock out of her body, but Shirley noticed that he seemed to be caught there. Bobbie
Ann smiled weakly at her.
"That's the way they get when they come. They get all swollen up at the tip. It kind of
expands against my insides. I can feel it happening! That's how I know he's about to
spurt it all out inside me." The excitement in Bobbie Ann's voice was easy to discern.
"You mean you can actually feel it coming out?" Shirley asked, her voice husky.
"Sure, It feels..." Bobbie touched one of her tits. "There's no way to tell you how it
feels." There was a short pause. "Anyway, I was telling you about getting out of the
bath that time. Freddy came up and sniffed me. I guess I was still musky enough for
him to notice – dogs have such good noses, you know. He smelled me, and the
smelling excited me more than I had guessed it would. I didn't want to do anything
weird, of course, but it was kind of fun being sniffed at. Most boys act like a girl is
nasty down there. They'll put their cocks in you, but try and get one to kiss you."
"I know," Shirley agreed.
"So anyway," Bobbie sighed, "I sat on my bed after my bath and let Freddy sniff. But
after a while he didn't want to just sniff anymore."
"What did he want to do?"
"Lick."
Shirley trembled again, remembering how awful it had been, being licked by that
Doberman. It had been awful, hadn't it? Awful and excruciatingly thrilling. The kind of
thrill that made a girl her age very frightened.
"He licked you?"
"I didn't want it to go that far," Bobbie said quickly. "But his tongue was so hot, so wet.
I just opened my thighs a little and let him go and do it. Then I was panting hard and
my clit swelled up and Freddy was whimpering and panting and I came."
Shirley could understand. She'd almost come when the Doberman had licked her. And
when he'd finished her off by rubbing his balls against her swollen cuntlips, she'd been
eager to catch that keen, itchy pleasure! She'd needed to come then. When a girl went
that far, she couldn't bear stopping.
'That first time made me feel terribly ashamed."
Bobbie Ann sighed. Freddy had tried to jerk his cock free again, and the force of his
movement made Bobbie's tummy shiver.
"Is he still stuck?"
"Yeah, but it's not quite so swelled up now. It'll slide out pretty soon."
"God!" was all Shirley could think of to say.
"Like I told you, I felt bad that first time he licked me. But since I wasn't dating
anybody, I started getting horny. My finger wasn't good enough any more. Not even
my electric toothbrush was good enough any more."
"So?"
"So, I let him lick me again. It was heavenly – even better than the first time. My
parents didn't notice that I started bringing Freddy to my room before bed every night."
"You mean..."
"Yeah," Bobbie nodded, her cheeks darkening a little in the bright moonlight. "I got to
where I had to have it every night. Freddy was learning more about licking me. Then I
saw that a problem was developing."
"A problem?"
"Freddy wasn't getting to have as much fun as I was. And it made him a little edgy. I
didn't want him to get weird."
Shirley was panting again as she listened to all this. Though she'd just had a hot climax,
her cunt was beginning to throb.
"I could tell," Bobbie continued, "that he wanted to touch me with his..."
"His cock," Shirley finished for her.
"So I let him. I let him rub me... you know?"
"Against your cunt?"
Yeah. It was nice. He came once and got me terribly cummy, but since I was getting
excited at the same time, it didn't seem to matter." Bobbie Ann took a breath and let it
out with a sigh. "Then, even that wasn't enough."
Shirley didn't want to hear any more, but she listened, just the same. As if another
person inside her did want to hear it.
"I knew I couldn't fuck a dog," Bobbie Ann said. "But then I started wondering why
not. If I wasn't doing it with any guy, wouldn't a dog kind of be just as good?"
"God, Bobbie, I don't see how you can say that."
"I didn't believe it at the time. I was just experimenting. And I was horny, too."
"But that sort of thing is even against the law. It's taboo. Don't they call it something?"
"Bestiality" Bobbie said. "I looked it up."
Freddy whimpered and began to move around. With, a slick pop, his cock came free of
Bobbie Ann's cunt. Shirley tried not to watch, but she couldn't keep from staring at the
dribble of jism that poured out. Bobbie put her head on her pillow. A small smile
played across her lips. For an instant, Shirley felt envious. Her friend, after all, knew
what it felt like to be fucked, even if the cock that had thrust in and out of her pussy
belonged to a dog.
Shirley frowned. "Bestiality. It sure doesn't sound very nice."
"I guess it doesn't. But it sure feels nice!"
"God, Bobbie, you say the weirdest things."
"Wouldn't you enjoy something like that?"
Bobbie Ann reached out to pet Freddy. He was licking his cock, and he turned to lick
his mistress' fingers.
"Are you kidding?" Shirley blurted. She jerked the covers over her legs. "I wouldn't let
some old dog hump me! No way!"
"Maybe I am crazy," Bobbie sighed. She closed her eyes. "But it's not so bad once you
do it. It's just thinking about it that makes it seem bad. And when a dog fucks you, you
don't have to worry about getting pregnant. You don't need rubbers or pills or
anything."
Shirley turned over and tried to shut Bobbie out. But when she closed her eyes, she
could still see Bobbie kneeling over the dog's body, lowering her cunt to his hard cock.
It was an incredible, mind-blowing thing! And she'd seen it, seen all of it.
"Shirley?" Bobbie whispered.
"What?"
"You'll still be my friend, won't you?"
"Of course I will! Don't be silly."
"I didn't mean to shock you or anything."
"I'm not that shocked," Shirley lied.
She'd been considering telling Bobbie about how she'd gotten the money for the new
sweater, how she'd gotten money from the school custodian. But compared to what
Bobbie Ann had just done with her pet Shepherd, Shirley knew her own exploits were
pretty tame. All but for the Doberman. And she'd never tell anyone about that!
Never, ever!


Chapter 3

At school the following week, it wasn't easy for Shirley to concentrate on her studies.
Her mind kept wandering into erotic fantasies. She thought of her friend Bobbie in a
room with a dozen dogs, all of them leaping and panting for her. Then she imagined
the plush blonde down on her knees, kissing their cocks.
During her library period, Shirley had to excuse herself and find an empty stall in the
girl's rest room. There she rubbed her throbbing clit until waves of pleasure poured
over her body and she bumped her head against the metal divider.
Later that same day, she felt the need to come again but decided to stifle it. After fifteen
minutes of biting her tongue, she crossed one leg over the other and began to kick
slowly and rhythmically. The itchy rubbing sent shivers of pleasure up and down her
body. Finally she folded her arms, put face in them and came.
Something else was bothering her, too. Every time she passed by the corridor that led to
the basement stairs, she remembered how easy it had been to get cash from Jim, the
custodian. She wondered he was willing to play the game again. And if he was, could
she risk it? Could she trust him not to do more than touch her virgin body? Still, the
pull of easy money was hard to resist. She'd found a leather jacket in an expensive shop
in town that she simply had to have.
On a Wednesday after school, she saw Bobbie in the park. Freddy was romping in the
freshly cut grass, fetching sticks for his blonde mistress. Bobbie blushed when Shirley
came up.
"Hi, Shirley," she grinned. "Freddy and I were just playing." Her cheeks flushed as she
realized the way she'd said it.
Freddy romped up to Shirley as if he remembered that she knew the secret he shared
with his pretty blonde mistress. Now it was Shirley's turn to blush. The dog had a huge
erection and he was hunching his hips, driving it against her knee.
"Freddy, stop that!" Bobbie Ann hissed.
The dog lowered his head and slunk away. Shirley found herself trembling. And it
wasn't because she was scared.
"You hurt his feelings."
"I didn't want to embarrass you."
"Oh, hell, I've been embarrassed so much lately, I guess it doesn't matter."
They walked together past the tennis courts and over by a pavilion. It was empty except
for picnic tables, pushed into a corner. Shirley could tell that Bobbie was excited. Her
cheeks were flushed, and she kept glancing at her dog's hard cock. It bobbed heavily
under his belly as he walked, and Shirley couldn't help but glance at it, herself.
"When I was afraid to mess with Freddy at home, I used to bring him here. That's why
he thinks he's in for a treat."
"I see."
Shirley looked around nervously. She wished she hadn't met Bobbie in the park this
afternoon. She felt that her best friend was trying to pull her into this weird trip with
Freddy.
"Would you like to touch him?" Bobbie Ann said, almost whispering the words.
Shirley was surprised by the unexpected thrill that went through her loins.
"I don't think so," she said quickly. Her heart seemed to be saying something different.
Freddy jumped onto a picnic table and rolled onto his back. Bobbie shook her head and
grinned shyly.
"See how I've gotten him into the habit?" she said. "I've turned him into a very naughty
boy."
"God," Shirley breathed, staring at his cock. She could see it even better in the bright
light of day. "It looks weird. Don't you think so?"
"I did at first. But now it seems beautiful."
Bobbie came forward and stroked the animal's belly. He whimpered and worked his
haunches until she was stroking his furry sheath. Lightly, her fingertips brushed along
the underside of his throbbing cock. The dog shuddered violently and his cock
extended another inch quickly, the head filling out to form that fantastic barb Shirley
had seen the night she'd stayed over at Bobbie Ann's house. Bobbie smiled at her.
"Come, touch it."
"It looks slick."
"It is slick."
Shirley let her fingertip slide along the hot flesh, just as Bobbie had done. The dog
whined and pumped his hips and tried to lick Shirley's fingers. The tingles that ran
through her cunt were too hot, too real.
"I feel. Funny – like everybody in the whole world is watching..."
"I know. I felt like that when I first started messing with him. But he's just a dog. A
nice dog, too."
Shirley was thinking now of another dog she knew. A not-so-nice dog.
"Want to touch him again?" Bobbie asked.
"No."
Shirley watched her blonde friend grasp the dog's cock just behind his glans. The
squishy sound of his slickened cock sliding between Bobbie's fingers was excruciatingly
sexy to her. She tried looking away, tried thinking of other things. But her eyes were
always drawn back to that steady jerking movement Bobbie was using.
"It doesn't take him long when I use my hand. I guess because it's a little rougher than
my insides."
Bobbie's pink cheeks showed that she was embarrassed to say these things. Shirley
smiled thinly and nodded. Her breathing had gotten ragged and her heart felt as if it
wanted to leap from her chest. She hated her body's reaction to this bestial sex. Even
witnessing it made her perspire and feel tingly.
"Do you do this to him a lot?"
"Whenever he wants. He never seems to run out of energy for it. And I kind of like it.
It makes me feel hot and shivery."
"I just remember that I left my History book back at school. I'd better go get it."
"He's about to come. Just a few more seconds."
Shirley hesitated. She didn't want to watch that hot stuff leap out, but at the same time,
it was hard to tear herself away.
"How can you tell he's about to come?"
"He starts pulsing. And look at his glans! It gets like that when he's inside me, too.
God, you can't believe how wonderful it feels."
Shirley stared at the tip of the dog's cock. It was swelling all right, getting dark and
huge, like a big juicy plum. She knew her girlfriend was a little far out, now. The way
she watched the Shepherd as she jacked him made shivers go up Shirley's spine. Yes,
her friend was a little nutty.
"Oh, wow, you'd better watch, now!"
Shirley watched. Biting her lip hard. The big Shepherd's body shuddered and he drove
his hips wildly, trying to fuck the tight circle of Bobbie Ann's short fingers. The juicy
sliding sound grew louder, and the head of his cock seemed to be as big around as a
tangerine. Then the tiny orifice at the very tip opened, and a streak of white cum leaped
across the dog's chest.
"I've really got to run," Shirley blurted, "before they lock up the classrooms."
She stumbled out of the pavilion and hurried across the grass. Behind her, she could
hear the dog whimpering, hear the steady slick slap of Bobbie Ann's soft fingers
around. The animal's meaty prick.
She tried not to think of it, tried not to think of anything. But by the time she reached
the school, her cunt was a mess. Even the crotchband of her panties was soaked,
clinging tightly to her pubes.
She went inside and hurried down the hall to the classroom where she'd left her book.
The door was still open, and someone had put her book on the teacher's desk. She
checked to make sure it was hers and added it to the pile in her arms.
Shirley was in the hall again, starting towards the door. She hesitated, her tits rising and
falling. She was so damned hot. She thought of Jim, the custodian; she wondered what
he was doing. She smiled to herself, thinking of money this time, of the leather jacket
she lusted after so intensely.
"I could go see him," she breathed to herself. "Being all wet like this, he might want to
pay more for my panties."
Shirley couldn't guess why a grown man would want a teenaged girl's dirty panties. But
it was obvious that Jim had a thing about underwear. She might even let him feel her
again. And though it had been pretty weird to watch him jack off that time, she could
earn more money if she let him do it while he felt her. It seemed such an easy way to
get that jacket.
"Hell, why not?"
She turned and walked purposefully towards the corridor that led to the basement
steps. There were no teachers left in the building, and only a few student janitors were
banging desks as they swept. Without being seen, she slipped down the concrete steps
to the basement and opened the door to the boiler room.
The Doberman was there to greet her, his barks starting Jim to hollering.
"Get back, you sonofabitch," he said to the dog, kicking at him.
The big Doberman sniffed at Shirley and padded off into the maze of pipes. She
wondered if he remembered her from last time. It made the hair stand on the nape of
her neck to think of it. But how could she ever tell Jim, or anyone, exactly what had
happened? She hadn't slipped that far, yet. She wasn't as crazy as her friend, Bobbie
Ann.
"You sure look sweet today," Jim said.
His eyes scanned her slender body hungrily. Shirley hadn't braided her hair today, and
it hung down in loose brown curls over the fronts of her shoulders. She smiled shyly,
her cheeks reddening.
"I thought you might be alone, so I..."
She stopped, feeling terribly ashamed for being. so bold. But at least she wasn't
perverted. She didn't mess around with dogs, like Bobbie.
"Yeah, I can guess," Jim laughed, stretching his powerful arms lazily. "You saw
something in a shop window, and now you're hoping I want another pair of panties for
my collection."
Shirley cast her eyes down and nodded once. She could feel her skimpy nylon bikini
clinging to her cunt. They were some really fancy underwear, with lace around the legs
and waist. She wasn't going to let Jim have them for less than ten dollars. Especially
since she was so damned wet.
"Do I get to examine the merchandise before I buy?"
"Sure," she murmured and followed him to the room with the table and bunk. She put
down her books and turned to face him. She felt more nervous than she had last time –
as if perhaps more was expected of her. "Shall I take them off?"
The clingy things came away from her young cunt with a wet sound. She stepped out of
them carefully and held them out to Jim. He nuzzled the cuntslick nylon to his face
hungrily, and Shirley saw a smear of juice on his upper lip when he looked at her again.
"Five dollars."
"They're fancy," Shirley said, meeting his stare. "Ten."
"Jesus Christ!" He looked at the sheer, pale yellow things and sniffed them again.
"Okay. But I want more than just the panties today."
"More?" Shirley asked, swallowing.
Now that her cunt was naked under her skirt, it was throbbing harder than ever. She
tilted her hips and stood with one foot pushed out.
"Come here," he grinned, sitting on the bed.
"How much?"
Jim sighed and pushed his fingers through his hair. "Look, I'm a little tight for cash
right now, but I'll give you thirty dollars on payday if you'll let me do what I did last
time."
He was breathing irregularly. Shirley knew she had him in the palm of her hand.
"You mean touch me while you..."
"Yeah!" He chewed his lip. She could tell he could hardly wait to put his fingers into
her juicy, hot cunt. "That includes the panties," Jim added.
"Thirty-five for everything."
"Okay, okay." He held out his hand.
She took it and came to the bed. He made her get onto her hands and knees this time,
and although it made Shirley remember unpleasant things with the Doberman, she
wasn't afraid, as long as Jim was there. She'd never allow herself to be left with that dog
again!
"God, you're hot, dripping honey all over the place," he moaned, letting a thick
forefinger glide into the hot squeeze of her outer cunt lips.
Shirley trembled and sighed. His finger touched the smooth folds, petted her clit and
came back again. She gasped again, and pumped her hips a little.
"Mmmmm!"
"You like that, don't you?"
"It's okay, I g-g-gue..."
"Like hell, it's okay. You're crazy about it. I should charge you for this feel."
"Uhhhh, not so hard!"
"You hot little nymph! Someday, I'm gonna fuck you. I wonder how much I'll have to
pay for that."
"Don't... want... to fuck you!" Shirley groaned, her head dropping lower between her
braced arms.
The bed shook as the custodian turned so he could feel her deeper, harder. His finger
was drenched with her slickness now, and there was almost no friction as he rubbed
forward and back. He paid special attention to the aching nub of her clit. After being so
aroused by the scene with Bobbie and Freddy in the park, Shirley's body responded
quickly. She was panting, drooling down her chin. Jim's finger pressed against her
cherry and he pushed his mouth close to her ear.
"Wouldn't you just love to feel something inside you?" he hissed.
"Nhhhooo!"
"You don't even realize what a good fucking is like. You don't know what you're
missing."
"Uhhh... don't push so hard, there!"
"It's so thin!"
Jim bit her ear – not hard, but hard enough to send hot thrills through her tits and
across her belly.
"Ohhh, ohhh, don't!"
"Yeah, I'd love to slide my finger up into your pretty little pussy!"
"Whaaaah... stop it! Stop doing that!"
Shirley squirmed violently, trying pull her cunt away from the probing finger that
threatened to take her virginity. But even as she felt fear, she felt excitement, too. The
big man was fondling her tits; his hand slid under her blouse as he let the weight of the
perfect orbs fill his palms. Her nipples were being teased into the thick, brown fingers
of sensitive flesh she'd known before.
"Ohhh, you're awful! I thought you were going to feel me and jack... ohhh, ohhhh...
don't hurt me!"
Shirley was being held by one of Jim's strong arms. It was hooked around her middle
and under her tender tits, so he could feel them as he probed mercilessly with that
callused middle finger. She could hear the slurpy slide of her cuntlips clinging to his
knuckles as he felt her up.
"Oh, God, you're about the nicest little chunk of meat I've ever had my finger in. But I
want to know you what sex is really like!"
"..."
"Hold still, damn you. I've been teased long enough with wet panties and prick-tease
games!"
"No, stop!"
With a forward movement of his hand, she felt her inner cunt lips divide. There was an
increased pressure against her cherry as she squirmed violently in his embrace. She
tried to crawl forward on hands and knees, but that finger continued to poke at her.
Something was stretching, stinging. Something hurt now, hurt keenly!
"Ohhhh, God, not like this! I don't want to lose it like this!"
"I can't think of a better way," Jim growled, biting her ear.
"No!"
"Hold on, baby!"
His finger jabbed suddenly, and the stinging ache turned to fire. Wincing from the
sudden pain, Shirley tossed her head and made her ass buck furiously. But already she
could feel a hot trickle of blood on the inside of one thigh. And more than that, she
could feel the thickness of Jim's finger entering her virgin hole. She could tell that it
wasn't easy for him to push it in.
"Damn, you're the tightest little cunt I've ever had the honor of popping!"
"Nhhhuuuhhh," Shirley babbled, her eyes white with fear. She felt so funny – like a
part of her was scared and another part of her was enjoying being broken.
"Oh, Jesus, this is nice," Jim groaned, extending his finger, forcing it deeper.
As he slowly withdrew it, another trickle of blood slid down her thigh. Her muscles
squeezed hard around the man's knuckles, as if to warn him. But instead, this only
heightened his excitement. He curled his finger and pushed deep again, the juicy suck
of her folds around his knuckles making Shirley whimper.
"Oh, God, you're finger fucking me! It's going in too deep!"
"Hell, no. You're a long-legged beauty. You've got a nice deep cunthole. It's just not
very big yet! Needs stretching. Like two fingers instead of o..."
"God in heaven, don't put anything more into ..."
Already she felt the other finger, stretching, gouging her wider. Her poor little muscles
were stretched tight as once again Jim slid into her feverish body. Juice and blood
poured down both thighs now, and though the penetration still stung, Shirley had
begun to move her hips. It was an instinctive, thrusting movement that she couldn't
control.
"Ohh, ohhhhhh!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Noooo..."
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jim repeated, breathing the hot words against her ear.
"Yhhesss," she hissed, panting furiously as she felt her virgin insides being touched for
the first time by the hand of a man.
Her slim hips bucked. The blood wasn't trickling down quite so fast now, and the sting
around the beginning of her hole had faded some. It had been replaced by an itchy
pleasure that seemed to spread across the underside of her body. Her clit picked up the
vibrations and extended its glistening tip from behind its hood.
"Nhhaaah," she gasped, pumping her hips faster.
Shirley felt a sting, not of pain, but of shame.
Here she was with a man's finger halfway into her virgin pussy, and she was panting
and gasping as if she were dying of pleasure. She was dying of pleasure! She'd never
guessed that having something inside her cunt would feel like this! The thickness, the
stretching of tender flesh made her belly heave and suck up under her ribs. Her tits
were washed with tingling thrills, and she wished she could reach her nipples. Then Jim
touched one again, and a burst of pure pleasure made her groan something that was
only a half-word – a dirty word at that.
"Yeah, you like it. Most prick-teases go nutty when they get it on for the first time."
"I... might as well like it," she panted. "I can't stop you!"
"Why don't you let me get my cock out..."
"NO!"
"I'm not gonna stick it in you. Not yet. You've got to be stretched some more before I
want to do that. I want you to really enjoy it the first time. I'm gonna make you into a
nymphomaniac. You'll be coming down here all the time, and I won't have to pay you a
dime." Jim laughed as if he'd made a very funny joke.
When Shirley looked back between her legs, she saw the custodian's cock. He'd opened
his pants and slid them down. He was kneeling close behind her, stabbing his bloody
finger deep into her hole while he pumped his cock. It looked huge, and the head was
almost as big as the tip of Freddy's cock. Wild images of dogs and men and girls
swirled through Shirley's mind.
"God... God damn!" Jim grunted excitedly is he worked his cockskin brutally.
His finger was getting very deep inside her. Then, Shirley realized that he had pushed it
in as far as he could, and still not touched the end of her cunt. She pumped her hips
uncontrollably, the juice and blood mingling in the damp curls of her pubes.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, God, it feels so itchy!"
"Jeeessusss!" Jim grunted, and as she looked back as she saw a white froth ooze from
his purple cockhead.
Then, a white string leaped against the back of her thigh, another spattering onto her
calf. He milked himself rapidly, the thick curds smacking loudly now as his prickshaft
was covered with a shiny glaze.
Though her overheated cunt was throbbing with erotic thrills, Jim wasn't fingering her
as well now. He let his hand go lax, even though her slim hips pumped and quivered.
Shirley was ashamed of her sudden need for that final explosion, but it was a need – a
gnawing, demanding need.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, touch me!"
"Baby, I'm kind of wiped out," Jim breathed, pulling his finger out of her.
She flopped onto her side, blood and juice spotting his dusty blanket. Somehow, Shirley
controlled her breathing enough to sit up. She looked down at her ravished little pussy
and began to cry softly, with soft, pitiful sobs.
"Oh, shut up. I don't want to hear that crap."
"Look what you did to me! If the principal knew..."
Jim laughed loudly. "And who's gonna tell him? You?"
She blushed and bit her lip. "When do I get the money for this? You should pay me
more after what you did."
"Maybe I'm tired of paying you anything."
"What?"
"You heard me. I'm tired of doling out cash for a little feel. You should be glad I broke
that damned cherry of yours. Now you can find out what fucking is really all about.
And speaking of fucking," Jim grinned, "if you come down here tomorrow, I'll give you
a lesson you'll never forget."
"You! You..."
"I'd like to fuck you when you're mad. That'd be really nice and tight."
"I hate you! If you don't give me the money you promised..."
Jim smiled, waiting for her threat. Shirley realized she had no threat at all. There was
nothing she could do. He got up and stuffed his cock back in his pants. White streaks
were drying on his pants, and the slimy glaze on his palm made Shirley pull back when
he held out a hand to help her up.
"I can walk on my own two legs," she snapped, grabbing her books and hurrying
towards the door.
Her skirt brushed her naked buttocks, reminding her that her cunt would never be the
same. She hoped that no one would meet her and see the blood that had darkened her
socks. But she wasn't going to let that bastard get away with this so easily. She knew he
had money, and she remembered that she'd seen him put his wallet in his drawer.
No, Jim hadn't seen the last of her. She'd earned the cash he'd promised and she meant
to have it.


Chapter 4

It was Saturday. Shirley donned a bright blue pair of satin jogging shorts and pulled a
T-shirt over her shoulders. She laced her running shoes and took a long look at herself
in the mirror. No one would notice a jogger around the schoolyard. Even on a
Saturday, she wouldn't seem out of place. She brushed her hair, braided it and tied
small, red ribbons at the ends.
"I'm gonna fix that bastard," she muttered to her reflection. "I'm gonna get the money
he owes me and buy that neat little leather jacket."
Shirley ran out of the house and down the street. The steady thump of her feet on the
sidewalk felt nice, and she picked up speed until she was within a block of the school.
Walking now, she came up the back steps, looking around for anyone who might
happen to be in the building. The door was unlocked, and she realized that
maintenance was done on weekends so as not to disturb the classrooms. She padded
silently on rubber soles; went past the principal's office and a classroom. She paused
before she came to the next open door. She could hear voices, then picked out Jim's
gruff speech.
Peeking around the corner of the doorway, she saw Jim and another man working on a
stuck window. They had the frame and glass out and were chipping away with chisels.
It looked like an extensive job, and since it was barely past nine, she had he feeling that
he wouldn't be going back to the boiler room for some time.
At least she hoped he wouldn't.
Now she was hurrying, almost running down the long hall. She turned down the
corridor, padded down the steps and put her hand on the knob of the door marked
CUSTODIAN.
Reaching inside her jogging shorts, she extracted a tightly closed plastic bag and gazed
at the chunk of fresh, raw liver, swimming in its own juices. That would keep the
Doberman busy while she looked through Jim's drawers.
Travis met her as she closed the door behind her. He gave one bark, but she held the
bag up and he stopped, tilting his head curiously.
"Wouldn't you like a little fresh meat to chew on?" she whispered, blushing as she
thought of her hot little cunt being licked by the beast.
She didn't like the thrills the thought sent through her belly. She squeezed her cunt
muscles tight in reaction.
The huge animal came forward cautiously as she opened the bag and let the meat fall
onto the concrete floor.
"There, now, lick it all up, Travis."
She dared to give his big head a pat as she moved by him. The dog glanced at her once
and got busy with the meat. She could hear him chewing as she ducked into the alcove,
where Jim had his table and bunk.
Shirley started looking in the drawers of the table but extended her search to the
custodian's bed. It didn't take her five minutes to find the thick roll of bills. There was
over two-hundred dollars with a rubber band around it. She peeled off fifty, chewed her
lip in thought, and peeled one more ten to add to the money she felt was hers. Then
she put the roll back in the split mattress and stood up.
"That'll teach the bastard to try to screw me out of my money."
The sound of heavy paws made her turn suddenly. Travis stood at the entrance to the
alcove, his eyes shining, his black coat giving off a particularly evil sheen. Shirley
decided to pretend she wasn't he least bit afraid of him.
"Enjoy your meat?" She smiled and started past him.
The dog moved to block her way. He was still licking his jowls. He put a paw on the
toe of her jogging shoe and whined.
Shirley wondered if the dog could smell the fear she felt. Crazy thoughts went through
her head – like how she'd forgotten to put on a pair of panties that morning. Actually
she'd been in such a hurry to get to the school and pull off her caper, she hadn't
bothered. But now she wished she'd worn an iron panty-girdle, because the look Travis
was giving her was scary. And he'd finished that meat so fast!
Shirley swallowed hard. She knew that there was only one kind of meat left in the
basement boiler room. Her own!
"Uhhh, Travis, why don't you curl up and let your food digest?" she murmured, putting
a hand out to pat him. The dog licked her fingers, and when she pulled them away, he
growled.
"Nice doggy. Please, let Shirley by, now. I have to leave."
Again she tried to slip around him, but the huge animal moved like before to block her
way. He raked his paw against her thigh.
Now Shirley was remembering the scene in the park with Bobbie Ann and her dog.
How the animal had enjoyed caresses from his mistress, how she'd seemed to control
him by massaging his cock. Though the prospect of touching Travis like that was
repulsive to Shirley, she didn't have much choice. She had to get out of that basement
before Jim came back. If he caught her with his money, she didn't know what might
happen.
"Come on, Travis, come on." Shirley moved slowly so as not to arouse the dog's killer
instincts. She certainly didn't want to come on like a scared rabbit and have him go
after her.
The big Doberman followed her suspiciously. He stayed close enough so that he could
grab her ankle with his jaws, any time he wanted. Strangely, this had an exciting effect
upon Shirley, an effect she tried to ignore. But the blue satin crotch of her jogging
shorts was beginning to get damp, beginning to cling to her warm pubes.
Shirley patted the dog's bed, and the Doberman came forward, putting one paw up and
then stopping to give her that hungry look again.
"Don't you trust me, Travis? I'm not going to hurt you." She patted the bed again.
The dog's cock had started to slide out of its sheath. Shirley had forgotten how large
that thing was! It was very red and swollen at the tip, and the veins along the reddened
flesh bulged as they brought fresh blood. Shirley quickly looked away.
"Hurry, Travis, hop on the bed."
She took his cocksheath, careful not to let her fingertips contact the wetter flesh of his
exposed cock. She squeezed the sheath, watching the head of his cock bulge
rhythmically. She was having a hard time not being affected. That thing looked so... so
incredibly sexy. It looked as if it were made to penetrate female bodies – human, too.
The dog rolled onto his side, lifted his back leg and looked at her eagerly as her small
fingers moved gingerly on the furry sheath. But the way he was hunching made Shirley
realize that he wouldn't be satisfied with just a little titillation; this big dog wanted the
full treatment. Biting her bottom lip, she let her fingers slide up until she felt the hot,
slickened flesh of his prick. She sucked in a breath as the dog's reactions told her she
was exciting him.
"Maybe I shouldn't have tried this in the first place," she mumbled to herself.
Unless she could bring Travis to a quick climax and then manage to get out of the
basement before Jim noticed, her plan would fail. She wasn't sure how long Jim would
be busy upstairs, or how long it was going to take to pump the white froth from the
Doberman's body.
"Feel good, boy?" she cooed, squeezing her fingers around his thickened, rigid meat.
Her cunt was aching now, throbbing with an excitement of its own. Unable to keep
still, Shirley squirmed on her perch on the edge of the narrow cot.
The big Doberman's cock was throbbing more rapidly now, as her fingers became
braver, as she touched him more intimately. She watched his cocktip swell as she jacked
him. The slippery sound of his juicy prick gliding through the circle she made of thumb
and fingers was doing things to her she wished wouldn't happen. But her nipples were
tingling and her belly was heaving faster with every passing second.
"Ohhh, hurry and come, you bastard," she said, biting of the words. Just looking at that
hot, hard thing was enough to give her the shivers.
She remembered all too clearly what had happened the time he'd tried to fuck her. He'd
eaten her that day, too, and now she was remembering that and shuddering with sighs
of passion.
"I don't know why some old dog could excite me," she said, thinking that saying it
might help turn off the exhilarating sensations she was beginning to experience. But
now, Travis was hunching, driving his meaty spike in and out through the circle of her
fist.
The dog moved so fast that Shirley didn't have time to pull away. He twisted around
and caught her wrist in his jaws, jumping upon the bed in one fluid movement. Scared
half out of her wits, Shirley was on her feet, trying to pull her hand free and make it to
the door. She knew what was happening – the Doberman wasn't satisfied with just her
hand. He wanted more, lots more.
"Nooo! Stop that!"
The dog growled. She jerked free of his fangs and was almost falling as she ran. But she
didn't make it to the first turn around the big boiler before she heard his heavy paws on
the concrete floor. He hit her in the back and she stumbled forward, almost sliding to
her knees. It was a miracle she'd kept her balance. She could see the door just few
dozen feet away.
Travis hit her again, and this time, she was down. His hot breath was at the small of
her back as he snapped at the elastic of her jogging shorts. They peeled away from one
ass cheek with a tearing sound, and the sudden coolness told her that one plump lip of
her cunt had been exposed. The dog was shredding her shorts!
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, you beast!"
She swung a small fist behind her trying to hit him. The black dog tossed his head, and
another strip of blue satin was peeled away from her naked buttocks. Then he was on
her, big paws dangling down each side of her body as he drove forward with his cock.
The tip bounced across the underside of her body, skittering slickly into the plump
swell of her cuntlips.
The dog clung to her and moved his hind quarters in the instinctive way she'd seen
when Freddy had fucked Bobbie Ann.
"No! Oh, God... ohhhh!"
The dog's hot cocktip had hit her clit, and when he'd dragged it back, stroked the hot
nub out from its hood. Squirming uncontrollably, Shirley panted, her hair streaming in
front of her eyes as the dog's lunging force made her body quiver.
She hadn't guessed how sensitive her cunt had become while she'd been playing with
the huge Doberman. But putting her hands on him had sensitized her incredibly! The
lightest brush of the dog's overheated cock brought breathless shivers of pleasure. As
the pleasure spread from her cunt, she felt her willpower dissolving. Her strength was
leaking away, just as her cunt juices dripped to the floor beneath her.
"Can't... let... him!"
Shirley knew that if she could just lie on the floor, the dog would never be able to slide
his hard cock into her cunt. But it was as if Travis had thought it all out and knew what
she was going to do. When she tried to press her belly flat on the concrete floor, his
fangs sunk into her neck, and he gave her a shake.
It hurt just enough to tell her who was boss.
"Whhhuuuhh!"
Quickly, she slid her knees under her again, pushing her pert young ass out for the dog
to rub his cock against. She humped her back, pulling her cunt forward and away from
the rigid, slippery rod that grew from the dog's loins.
Travis knew what she was up to and tightened his grip on her neck. Now she felt pain
– pain sharp enough to make her squeal and whimper. She lowered her humped-up
back, feeling the dog's biting pressure decrease as her cunt was exposed to his cocktip
again.
"Ohhh, he's trying to fuck me!"
It was scary to know that the dog was making her submit to him. His strong grip on
her neck was more than enough to make Shirley give in. She felt her cunt swell out, the
muscles slick from her dripping juices. The dog's swollen glans eased against the
tightened circle. She could almost feel the exact shape of it with her tender parts. It was
a blunt, thick barb with flared edges that would gouge at her insides if he drove it in.
"Uhhh, uhhh, God, I'm still sore from when. Jim put his finger in me!"
Travis growled in his throat, never once letting go of her neck. Then he lunged forward
suddenly, the power of the blow almost shoving Shirley onto her face. It was the dog's
front paws that kept her from falling. He hugged her back against the forward jab of his
cock, his legs hooking the curve of her waist as he drove harder, faster.
"Ohhhh!" she whimpered as she felt her young cuntlips parting. They slipped around
the dog's feverish knob, the juicy surfaces offering no resistance. It was only the
tightness of her immature body that resisted.. But the resistance wasn't enough – not
nearly enough.
"Ghhhaaahh," she moaned, rolling from the turbulent sensation of being penetrated by
the Doberman's cock.
Her eyes were half-lidded now, her mouth hanging open. The dog slammed her again,
again, again. The juicy sound of her pussy opening was mingled with her muffled
groans. For the first time in her life, something more than a finger was being pushed
into her cunt. She'd never realized how it would stretch her. The hot, hard head was
throbbing, surging with a steady pulse against the squeeze of her fuck-tube. Hot tingles
of passion went up and down her body. Her toes grew hot inside her jogging shoes. She
could feel the shreds of her shorts hanging off her thighs.
Travis lunged again, and she winced with pain. But the pain was immediately replaced
by the feeling of being filled with his hot prick. A line of juice went down the inside of
her thigh as she began to squirm. She just couldn't hold still, with that rigid cock
probing her delicate cunt!
"Ohhh, ohhhh, I hate you, you terrible dog!"
The dog had stopped biting her neck and was licking the backs of her shoulders,
instead. But she knew that the moment she tried to wriggle away from him, he'd just
bite her again, maybe harder than the first time.
"Uhhh, so big! That thing is so big inside me!"
She tried to resist the thrills that made her brown nipples swell inside her T-shirt. She
couldn't resist that any more than she could resist the long, hot prick that was being
speared into her pussy!
The dog was bucking hungrily against her loins. His cock was stabbed halfway into her
and the juicy mess around her mound made the fucking movements louder. It sounded
so tight and hot and slick down there as his cocktip was rammed deeper. It was
gouging her, rubbing her where even Jim's finger hadn't been able to reach.
"Ohhh, God, God, God!"
Travis knew he had her now. Even when she tried to crawl forward, his cock was stuck,
and she felt him being pulled along. The head of his prick had swollen with the
animal's rising excitement. It would only go into her now, not out. He fucked with
convulsive jerks, the heavy swing of his balls bumping into her as he brought his ass
forward.
It was incredible to feel that hot, throbbing cockhead being pushed so deep! Though
she knew was wrong, that it was a perversion, Shirley couldn't control the hungry
quiverings of her young body. She had started to move her hips, very delicately at first,
and more eagerly, now. The movement rubbed her velvety cunt against the dog's cock.
The slurpy friction sent fluttery thrills up her back and down the insides of her thighs.
She was consumed by her mounting passion as another inch of dogmeat was forced
into her tight hole.
"Ghhuuhh," she groaned, her hips see-sawing slowly, her belly sucking in under her
ribs as Travis hugged her with his paws and fucked harder.
Her T-shirt had hiked up so that the Doberman's belly rubbed against her back. He
was a powerful animal, and more than ever, Shirley felt weak in comparison. He could
work his will on her now, and he intended to. He hugged her, squeezing her small
waist as his strong haunches jerked forward again and again. Another inch of hot cock
was forced inside her. Reaching down, she felt the hot slickened shaft going between
her dainty inner lips, disappearing into the swollen squeeze of her cunt.
"Whhuuhh, ohhhhh, God, why does it tickle like that? It's killing me!"
It was a tickle, but the kind of tickle that couldn't be scratched. And the harder and
faster the dog fucked her, the more the tickle became an itch – a maddening itch.
Shirley screamed, but the sound seemed to die as soon as it left her lips. Her ass
muscles pinched tight as the throes of climax began to shudder through her.
With a shock, she realized that she was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by this
brutal animal! Now she felt more like a piece of trash than ever. Yet, the thrilling
tingles didn't stop. Her breath was a wheezing, panting sound, and the musky scent of
her cunt was everywhere.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh!" she groaned, her hips lurching wildly.
Yes, she was going to come. She was going to slip over that line between sanity and
lusty madness. The carnal fire of her body took her up in a rising storm as the
Doberman rammed her and reamed her and stabbed his cock to the hilt in her
adolescent cunt.
Arms shaking, giving way at last, Shirley pressed her cheek against the concrete floor
and drooled as she felt the first hot jolt of her climax. Her ass was pushed high for the
dog to fuck. And he fucked. He fucked her with excited yips as the head of his cock
bulged even larger, banging against the opening of her womb as she pumped and
wriggled against his powerful strokes.
"Commmming," she groaned, tongue thick between her teeth.
The dog crashed against her. She felt a hot fountain of cum filling her. She felt the dog
shudder as his excitement peaked with hers. The sound of their joined bodies was very
wet now, very squishy. A hot rivulet of cum went down the inside of one thigh and
puddled around her knee. The dog was moving his haunches with trembling jerks. He
was fucking her so rapidly that it was almost a vibration that she felt as her cunt
tightened for another ecstatic convulsion.
"Ohhhhh" Shirley cried. "Ohhh, FUCK!"
How could she let herself go like this? How could she keep squirming her hips while
that beast was spearing and lunging and fucking?
But she was squirming and she was groaning with pleasure as the hot curds boiled into
her pussy and dripped down her thighs. She was taking almost every bit of his prick
now, and the panting breath of the Doberman was hot on her neck as he spurted.
"My cunt!" she squealed, wiggling her hips even faster as the surges of pleasure made
her toes cram inside her jogging shoes. "Ohhhh, my poor little cunt!"
Her cunt lips were pooched out around the red cock of the dog. She could feel how
stretched she was, how tautly the velvety folds clung to the dog's jerking cock. As the
white spurts filled her and dripped out, the Doberman's glans pulsed like a big hot
plum. She was caught on him, snagged by his barb. Again a convulsion of pleasure
made her gasp and squirm, her back arching and humping. The dog skidded her
forward on the concrete floor as he drove into her for the last sensations of pleasure her
young cunt was giving him.
"Ohhh, wow! Ohhh, God!"
Weakly, Shirley pushed herself up to her hands and crawled forward a few inches. The
dog's wild fucking continued, and he dragged her backwards. Yes, she was caught! And
the helpless feeling sent another wave of excitement through her tummy.
For an instant, Shirley thought the Doberman was going to panic. He started jerking
more violently, trying to pull his hot cock out of her body.
"Don't! No, Travis, NO! You're gonna tear my guts out!"
The dog stopped moving around so much as she tried to soothe him with her voice.
"That's a good dog. Just leave it in me. Don't pull it out yet... please, don't."
Her cunt was still tightening on him, then relaxing. The steady rhythm of the squeezing
made Travis whimper. He was confused, now that the fucking was over. He licked her
neck and tried once again to pull his cock from her swollen cunt.
"No!"
The dog yipped and gave a miserable whimper. But he grew quieter.
"Good boy. That's a good boy."
Shirley couldn't take time to think about what had just happened to her. She had to get
loose from the Doberman and escape the basement before the custodian came back and
found she'd robbed him. She blinked and tried to calm her whirling thoughts. Her
jogging shorts were in shreds, so she'd have to figure out a way to get home without
anybody seeing.
When the Doberman lurched again, she felt his barb slide partway out of her cunt. The
smooth, slick walls of her pussy still clasped at the thing, but his tip was shrinking
rapidly and she tried to relax, tried to make her insides loosen.
With a wet sound, the dog pulled free. A hot dribble of cum went down her thigh as
she struggled to her feet. Travis didn't seem so interested in her now. He sat on his
haunches and licked his wilting erection. Covering her thoroughly fucked hole with one
hand, Shirley leaned against the wall with the other and got her breath. Then she
hurried back to Jim's sleeping alcove and jerked open the first drawer she came to.
She found the panties she'd sold him and pulled them on. She was on the verge of
bawling out loud, but tried to control her emotions.
"I can't start crying yet," she gasped, choking on a sob.
She had to get out of there, first; she had to get the hell out of there! She slammed the
drawer shut and jerked out another one. Rummaging under a pile of work shirts, she
stopped, her eyes widening. It was a blue gym suit, the kind the junior high girls wore
while taking physical education classes. It looked a little small, but Shirley pulled the
thing on, whimpering with relief at having found something to cover her nakedness.
Before she left, she dug out Jim's roll again and peeled off another twenty.
"That's for what his dog did to me. I should take the rest, but he'd probably freak out
and do something weird if I did."
When Shirley went back past the custodian's Doberman again, the dog hardly gave her
a look. He was still intent on cleaning his well-fucked cock. She wondered if he was
thinking of how good it had felt inside her hot young body. But of course he wasn't,
she told herself. At least she didn't think so. Shirley took a breath and hurried on.
She was dizzy coming up the stairs. She wasn't out of there, yet. But when she rounded
the end of the corridor and went out a side door, she began to smile a little.
"I think I'm gonna make it," she panted, startng to run.
Nobody would notice a girl in a blue gym suit. Nobody would think twice about her
running through the park and slipping down the alley so she could come up behind her
house. But even as she ran, Shirley wondered about the girl who'd given the gym suit to
the custodian. And she wondered how many other girls the man had lured into his
wicked basement.


Chapter 5

For a week, Shirley didn't go out of the house. Her mother didn't suspect that she
wasn't sick like she said, and it seemed like the easiest way to keep out of circulation.
She feigned a headache and upset stomach the first day, rubbing the thermometer
against her sheet to make it read over one hundred. Shirley just didn't want to see
anybody or talk to anybody.
When it seemed she couldn't play possum much longer without giving herself away,
Bobbie Ann dropped over to see how she was. Shirley felt like getting a few things off
her chest. But even though she knew Bobbie would be a sympathetic listener, she
couldn't bring herself to confess what had happened in the school basement. No one
would ever believe that she'd been raped.
Raped by a Doberman!
It was her mother who suggested she go spend the night with Bobbie Ann, so Shirley
couldn't very well turn down her best friend's invitation. But she felt so strange,
knowing that there would be a dog n the same room where she'd be sleeping. She felt
stranger still, knowing what Bobbie did with the dog. Because now Shirley had felt the
stiff thrusting of a dog's prick, herself. It made her feel guilty and weak, just to think
about it.
"We'll have lots of fun. It'll be good for you after having the flu for a week."
Shirley almost admitted then and there. That she hadn't been ill at all. But Bobbie
would've wanted to know the reason for her masquerade. She didn't know if she had
the guts to admit what had taken place.
So Shirley put a few things in her overnight bag and went with Bobbie on Saturday
afternoon.. Bobbie Ann's parents were out of town for the weekend and had let their
daughter have the run of the house. Shirley was even more nervous when she found
this out because she'd witnessed just how crazy Bobbie could get. And Bobbie Ann
wasn't even trying to hide the fact of her doggy games from Shirley, any more.
While they ate a late supper, Shirley was aware of Freddy sitting close by Bobbie's chair.
It wasn't any mystery what the big-titted blonde was doing with her bare foot, either.
"I brought him off this way once," Bobbie confessed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she
winked at Shirley.
Shirley guessed that her blush was more from excitement than embarrassment.
"Aren't you afraid your folks are going to find out?"
"Naw." Bobbie shrugged. "Everybody knows that dogs are horny. When Freddy starts
acting like this in front of Mom or Dad, I just act all flustered and pissed off, and
nobody thinks anything strange is going on."
Shirley forked a piece of potato and shoved it into her mouth. She wasn't ready for
Bobbie's next words.
"Have you ever thought of doing it with Freddy?"
"What?" Shirley blurted.
"Oh, don't act so pristine," Bobbie laughed. "I could tell you were really turned on the
other night, when you caught Freddy humping me."
Of course I wasn't. I mean... I couldn't help but react... I mean..." Shirley stopped and
bit her lip.
She wasn't hungry any more. Her heart was jumping wildly in her chest. She looked
down at the Shepherd's cock where Bobbie had been stroking it with her plump toes.
The thing pulsed powerfully, and Shirley could see how swollen the dog's cockhead
was. She couldn't help but remember; how it had felt when the Doberman had forced
his big tip into her virgin pussy. Thinking about it made Shirley feel squishy and hot
between the outer lips of her cunt. She fought the desire to put I her finger down there.
"What's wrong?" Bobbie teased. "You're blushing, Shirley."
"Of course, I'm blushing. Nobody has ever suggested that I fuck a dog, before."
Bobbie jumped up and danced across the dining room to her father's liquor cabinet.
She juggled with a bottle, then brought it back to the table. Shirley watched as her
friend poured two glasses half-full of the amber liquid.
"What is it?"
"Cognac. Tastes pretty nice."
Shirley tried it and was surprised. It was as smooth as smooth could be. Shirley tried
another I swallow, feeling the warmth as it spread from her tummy.
"Let's put on some music," Bobbie said, taking the bottle with her to the living room.
In a few moments, Shirley heard the pounding beat of a rock group. Bobbie Ann began
to dance, the bottle swinging in her hand as she kicked and spun. Freddy seemed
excited by his mistress' wild antics. He tried to jump on her, and when she laughed and
pushed him away, his cock bulged at the tip like he was dying to slide it into her.
Shirley was shocked by the whole thing. But the Cognac did taste good, and the more
she drank, the funnier it all seemed.
"Come on, Shirley, dance with me!"
Bobbie Ann had unbuttoned her blouse, and Shirley could see that her buxom friend
was wearing no bra. Her big tits jiggled and bounced on her chest. Freddy watched
them hungrily, his cock jutting up out of his sheath, all slick and hot and raw. Shirley
made herself stop staring. Bobbie kicked a bare foot high and let her blouse spill off her
back.
"Oh wow, this really gets me going!"
Shirley was dancing, too. The rubbing of her legs together, as she did a step, made her
tremble. Her cunt was really a mess, and seeing Freddy's red cock and watching her
best friend do a slow strip wasn't helping any. When Bobbie swirled close and
unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse, Shirley shook her head.
"I'd feel funny taking anything off."
"Why would you feel funny?" There's no one here but you and me."
"There's Freddy."
This amused Bobbie all the more. She undid the rest of Shirley's blouse and teased her
to take it off.
"Oh, all I right," Shirley said finally, shucking the thing onto a chair. Her bare tits felt
tingly and hot as she danced, knowing that Freddy could see her nakedness.
"I'm going all the way," Bobbie squealed, working at the waist of her skirt. She let it
drop and quickly peeled off her panties.
Freddy was up again, yipping and licking his cock and acting crazy. Shirley was
beginning to get scared.
"Wow!" she gasped. "I think I'll get another drink." The Cognac helped her feel more
relaxed, but she was still afraid Bobbie was going too far. Even now, her blonde friend
was standing on a chair, dangling her damp panties above her dog's nose.
"Want them?" Bobbie asked, giving the Shepherd the smallest whiff of her musky panty
crotch.
The dog barked twice. Then Bobbie dropped the skimpy, sheer things. With a snatch of
his head, Freddy bit through the crotchband and began to growl as he nuzzled and ate
his mistress' underwear.
"God," Shirley sighed, unable to keep from watching this spectacle.
She couldn't help but be reminded of how Travis had shredded her jogging shorts.
She'd had to hide the things in the garbage so her mother wouldn't find out.
"He's really horny," Bobbie breathed. "I just love the way his prick looks when he's like
this."
"You do?"
"Sure. It's not all that different from a human male's cock." Bobbie lifted one eyebrow.
"I don't think it is, anyway."
"I've known you for years, Bobbie," Shirley said, "and you still blow my mind. You
mean you've made it with a dog, but not a guy?"
"You knew that already." Bobbie narrowed her eyes at Shirley. "I think you'd really like
to try Freddy out, yourself, but you're afraid to admit it."
Now Shirley could really feel the blood going to her face. Bobbie didn't suspect that
she'd been fucked – really fucked – by a dog bigger than Freddy. She took another sip
of her cognac and leaned against a chair, her bare tits heaving with excitement.
"A dog isn't nasty or anything," Bobbie went on. "I've had my mouth around Freddy's
cock and he loves it, and I dug it, too."
"You didn't... I mean, you didn't let him..."
Now it was Bobbie Ann's turn to blush. "Not quite. Maybe I chickened out."
"I don't see how any girl could stand to have that kind of stuff in her mouth. Even if it
came from a guy's cock."
"You know Netty, the cheerleader?"
"Su..."
Shirley had heard that Netty had fucked every member of the varsity football team, at
one time or another. She was a fiery redhead with lots of freckles and lots of curves.
There were even rumors I that she'd started taking the pill when she was sixteen, but
no one could prove it, of course.
"Well, Netty told me that she has to have a little cum every day or so, just to keep her
energy up."
"You've got to be kidding!"
"No!" Bobbie shook her head. "That's what. I she told me."
Shirley was looking at Freddy's cock again. She was imagining Bobbie Ann's mouth
sliding around the glistening spear of flesh. She remembered the night her friend had
kissed the underside of the dog's cock and lured him into her bed for a hot and hungry
fuck. Again, she was aware of the throbbing pleasure between her thighs. Why couldn't
she control her runaway emotions, any better than that?
"Want to watch me do it?"
"What?"
"Want to watch me suck on Freddy?" Bobbie's eyes danced with mischief.
Shirley couldn't believe what she'd heard, for a moment.
"You don't have to prove anything," Shirley mumbled.
"I like to do it," Bobbie whispered, her voice husky.
As the full-titted blonde got onto her knees by her pet, Shirley could see how swollen
her cunt was – just like the night she'd watched Bobbie play with the dog in her bed.
The shiny crevice was fringed with blonde curls and probably looked and smelled very
inviting to a horny Shepherd. Freddy whimpered and tried to get behind his mistress.
Bobbie reprimanded him.
"No! Lie down."
Taking his cock sheath in her hand, Bobbie worked it until the dog's prick swelled even
larger than it had been before. She examined the tip as if it were some strange fruit she
was about to chew up. The she bent down and kissed it. The dog wriggled, his
haunches working in a convulsive way.
"He knows what I'm gonna do," Bobbie laughed. "And does he ever like it!"
Shirley wished she had the will to leave the room. She wished she could get it together
enough to find her blouse and get dressed again and lock herself in the bathroom. But
she didn't do any of those things; she just watched as Bobbie lowered her plush, pursed
lips to the dark head of the Shepherd's big cock. With a soft, wet noise, the plum-like
head disappeared.
"Ohhhh!" Shirley gasped, pushing a palm across her naked belly, over her skirt.
God, how she wanted to touch herself. Bobbie Ann didn't seem to be watching. She
was grunting softly through flared nostrils as her lips slurped tighter around Freddy's
red cock. Shirley dipped her hand under her skirt and quickly found the soppy nylon
crotch band of her panties. With a grunt of pleasure, she forced the sheer material into
her slit, rubbing the nub of her clit as she went deeper. But even that wasn't enough.
She stretched he filmy nylon to one side, this time, and let her middle finger slide into
her hole. Juice dripped down her wrist as she gouged the delicate surfaces of her
cuntlips.
"Mmmmmuuhhh," Bobbie sighed. Bobbing her head, letting the tight circle of her lips
glide up and down, up and down the big dog's prick.
The wet sound of her sucking made Shirley pant faster. How had she gotten mixed up
in all this craziness? She hadn't even felt sexy when she'd first gone down to the
custodian's quarters, for the purpose of earning a little spending money. But now, all
she could think of was sex, and everywhere she went she was confronted with
temptations.
One of those temptations was Freddy's cock. As Shirley watched that tumid shape
sliding in and out her best friend's mouth, she thought of her pussy getting the same
stiff thrusts.
"Ghhhuuhhh," Bobbie gasped, her throat working as she tried to keep the dog's
cockhead from choking her.
Shirley sagged into a nearby chair, her skirt pulled up to expose her aching cunt. With
one trembling finger, she held her panty crotch aside. With the middle finger of her
other hand, she gently penetrated her cunt as deeply as she could reach, and then
pulled it out again – in and out, in and out. The slurpy sounds grew louder.
"Whhuuhhhh," she panted, eyes fluttering.
Bobbie's hands were busy, too. She was grasping Freddy's balls firmly, squeezing and
tugging at the fur-covered eggs as she sucked the dog's big prick. Saliva dripped down
the Shepherd's cockshaft as her tongue smeared across the tumid, tender surface of the
dog's cockhead. The animal's movements were becoming more urgent with every
passing second. The juice was beginning to leak from the lips of Bobbie Ann's plump
cunt. Bobbie pulled her mouth away from Freddy's cock, then, and leaned back as she
wiped a hand across her mouth.
"Ohhh, look at him!" she exclaimed. "Isn't he pretty?"
Shirley didn't dare admit what was on her mind, but she agreed with Bobbie, now. Yes,
the Shepherd's cock did look pretty. A rush of quivery thrills went through her cunt as
she imagined her cunt being stabbed by that thing.
"No," she muttered, "it's wicked to think about."
Bobbie took another long pull on the cognac bottle and tried to get up. She didn't quite
make it the first time and had to hold onto the back of the sofa to rise to her feet.
"I'm dizzy! I think I'd better go wash my face with cold water. Then I'll come back and
play with Freddy some more."
Shirley didn't want to be left alone with her friend's dog, but it was too late to say
anything. Five minutes passed, and Bobbie Ann didn't return. Shirley had stopped
playing with her cunt, of course, and was just sitting there watching the miserable
Shepherd lick his cock. She thought of going to look for her friend, but couldn't seem
to get it together. When she finally managed to get up, she found Bobbie passed out in
a downstairs hallway. Freddy had followed Shirley into the hall, and now he put his
nose under her skirt and licked each cheek of her ass longingly.
"Ohhhhh, God, don't do that!" Shirley groaned, feeling herself weakening. She turned
and hurried to Bobbie's bedroom, the dog close behind.
If only Bobbie hadn't passed out. If only that dog would leave her alone, now that his
mistress wasn't playing with him any more. Shirley was trying to shut the door to the
bedroom when she felt him licking her again, his head out of sight under her skirt. She
sagged against the doorframe, a hand trembling as she pushed it up across her naked
tits.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, God, I feel so weak!"
The Shepherd's tongue was very hot and very wet, and he was licking the crotchband of
her panties. Her cunt had already soaked the narrow band of nylon, so it was almost
like being licked without having anything on at all! Like when Travis, Jim's Doberman,
had cornered her that first time.
"Why does it feel so good? Why are wrong things so damned... damned wonderful!"
But it was wonderful. "I can't let him come in the bedroom with me, I just can't!"
Even as she moaned the words, the dog pushed against her thighs and she staggered to
the side as he brushed by her. Weakly, she closed the bedroom door and turned to face
the whining animal.
"You want me, don't you?"
The dog seemed to understand what she was saying. He wagged his tail and tried to
lick her knee. The weirdest sensation went through Shirley. She reached to the side of
her skirt and undid the two buttons that held it around her waist. As it puddled around
her ankles, she hooked her thumps in the narrow elastic band of her underwear and
began to skin them down. Her heart was pounding, and her small tits rose and fell with
a rapid tempo as she watched the dog watching her.
"You want to fuck me! You want to slide that big cock of yours right into my cunt!"
Just saying the words made her tingle. She couldn't control herself any longer. She
could feel the desire welling up, the passion she'd repressed before.
Seeing her completely naked seemed to fire the big Shepherd tremendously. He began
to yip and pace the rug, his cock growing from his furry sheath, even as Shirley
watched. She watched herself in the mirror, too. At the first sight of her reflection, she'd
blushed and dropped her eyes. But now, she watched the dog following her around the
room, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his cock red and shiny.
Her long legs were glistening where the animal had licked her. Her cunt was swollen
out enough to expose the bright pink lining that was usually hidden by the plumpness
of her outer lips. Her brown fur was wet, each curlicue plastered darkly against the
white flesh of her groin. Shirley had never realized how beautiful she was, down there.
She'd always thought that a girl was sort of drippy and smelly between her legs. That
was what her mother had always implied, the few times she'd tried to tell Shirley about
the dangers of fucking around...
"But it smells nice," she said aloud, watching Freddy push his sharp muzzle against the
seeping crevice and run his pink tongue along the juicy membrane.
Yes, it smelled good. The Shepherd was proving that. He liked her smell and liked her
taste, and if a dog liked it, a human male should, too.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, you naughty dog. You make me feel very wicked."
Shirley sat on the edge of the bed and spread her knees. Dutifully, Freddy continued to
lick, his tongue stirring her clit, now. She watched the hot nub rise from behind its
hood like some strange little snake. It wasn't long, no more than a half-inch. But it was
thick and turgid, and the tip of the fleshy protuberance was rounded like a pearl.
"Uhhh," she groaned, her hips moving a little.
Shirley flopped onto her back, her ass hanging off the edge of the bed as the dog put
his paws on her thighs and rose up over her. His tongue washed her belly now,
slurping noisily as he sucked at her shallow navel.
Shirley had let herself go. Giving in to the beast was like falling into heaven, a heaven
she'd never even dreamed of. Each smear of hot saliva across her skin made her
shudder and bite her lip. Her heels plowed into the rug, her ass lurched up and down
on the mattress. She could feel the dog licking his way toward her tits. As if anticipating
the sensations to come, her nipples were standing up straight and thick. They looked
like tiny brown volcanoes surrounded by her dimpled areolas.
"Ohhhh, doggy," she moaned, lashes fluttering. Freddy lapped at one white swell and
wet her nipple. Shirley touched the animal for the first time, digging her fingers into
the thick fur of his neck.
"Mhhhuuuhhh," she whined.
The big Shepherd began to work on her other tit, his tongue curling around her
throbbing nipple, making it grown firmer, hotter. She had never let anything like this
happen before. She'd always fought off boys I when they'd touched her tits. She'd never
let them have any part of her body to fondle or touch. But the dog seemed to show
reverence for her beauty and sexuality. He was every bit as excited as she was, and he
loved the taste of her skin.
"Ohhhh, this is so wrong, though," Shirley whimpered, feeling a nagging guilt as her
pleasure surged. But even as she experienced the guilt, the dog's cock left a bright
smear of juice on her thigh is he clawed the rug with his hind feet.
Shirley whimpered again, this time with excitement, instead of guilt. She ran her thin
hands under the dog's chest, under his belly. Her fingers touched the hot fuck-stalk that
was dripping with sex juice. She felt the bumps and hollows near the tip, felt that
swollen barb that the Shepherd wanted to imbed in her.
"Uhhh, you're so hard!"
When she'd touched a dog's cock before, she'd felt perverse; her guilt had spoiled the
enjoyment of the experience. But now, with her body responding totally to the dog's
lust, .Shirley let her fingers remain on his pounding shaft. She massaged it, pushing her
thumb into the slickened meat, watching the Shepherd writhe as he grew more excited.
"You want to stick this thing inside my body, don't you?"
The dog licked one of her tits so hard that the white flesh quivered. Shirley panted from
the hot friction, and dribbles of saliva started to run down her sides. She couldn't
believe her courage when she lifted a heel and hooked it on the edge of the mattress.
She hooked the other heel there, too, stretching her thighs wide to let her cunt bloom
out with all its folds exposed. She could smell herself, and as she touched the stretched
place between the lips of her cunt, she thought of it as a hungry, hot flower – a meat
eating flower that wanted to devour that tumid, slippery cock that jerked in her palm.
"Nhhuuhhh, I can't stand this!" she gasped, tossing her head, brown hair splashing
across the bed. "Ohhhh, I want it inside me! I can't help wanting it inside me!"
The dog gave a half-growl, half-whine, and his haunches worked forward and back.
Shirley guided his blunt knob down to her open pussy. The fleshy petals caressed the
dog's cockhead, wetting it with her juice and being wetted in return. There was a slick
sound as she rubbed the cocktip up and down her crevice. She did this again, and when
she felt the itchy thrill, repeated her movements.
"God, Freddy, doesn't that feel wonderful?"
The dog hunched his back in answer. He nuzzled her neck, wetting it with his nose and
tongue. She hugged his furry neck as her thumb and finger firmly held his cock just
behind the head.
The dog's prick expanded where she held it, swelling with each beat of his heart. It had
another beat, too, a sexy, throbbing rhythm that she felt as the shiny barb expanded. It
was getting very hot and taut, and the slide up and down her adolescent cunt was
driving her crazy.
Shirley began to writhe on the edge of the mattress. Her hips danced and jerked as she
rubbed herself with the dog's cock. Her clit was a firm, sensitive finger of flesh now,
and the lightest caress of Freddy's cocktip made her bite her bottom lip and moan
through her nose.
"I want to fuck you," Shirley murmured. "I know it's wrong, but I want to fuck you."
The dog lurched more violently, driving his shaft against her melting cunt. She guided
the oversized cocktip into the soft hollow where her cherry had been broken. There was
a slurpy sound as his cock filled her cunt. She could feel her muscles constricting,
squeezing the hot barb. Then the dog lurched again, his back humping from the power
of his thrust.
"Ghhhaaahh," she breathed, her tits jiggling from the blow.
Between the shiny lips of her cunt she felt the stretching, the penetration of Freddy's
glans into her body. She tossed her ass wildly, feeling the knob gouge the sensitive
surfaces. Her muscles closed down again, locking the streamlined cocktip inside her
pussy.
"Ohhh, God in heaven, that's wonderful! Ohh, yessss!"
The dog yipped and gnawed at her shoulder as he tried to get deeper. Her cunt-hole
squeezed the spearing cock, but she was too slick and the dog's cock was too slippery
for that. She felt hem going into her, inch by glorious inch.
"Whhhuuh, woooo! Ohhh, woweeee!"
She let his shaft slip through her fingers until his balls bumped the back of her hand.
Then she cupped the two heavy-hanging eggs and pressed them against his rigid shaft
as he pumped.
"Uhhh, fuck me, Freddy, fuck me!"
Her ass cheeks were squeezed, dimpling with the tension as she tightened her soft and
squishy cunt around his throbbing prick. The dog seemed to be going crazy. She
wondered if it felt better for him than fucking another dog. It was impossible to say, but
she knew that another dog couldn't hold him like she was. And she didn't think that
another dog had such a plush, hot pussy, either.
The bed shook as the dog plunged in and out of her cunt. He licked her tits again,
licked her neck and ear. She hugged him, feeling his hot belly against hers, feeling the
furry softness of his body. His balls were rubbing her ass as he tried to get every last
inch of his prick into her cunt. Juice spilled down the crack of her ass from their hot
fucking.
The big Shepherd was really hung! Though the Doberman had looked bigger, she was
beginning to think that the two dogs had an equal amount of cock.
"Ohhh, do it! Do it hard!"
The dog humped her rhythmically, hungrily. His cock slid in and out rapidly, never
pausing, never stopping for an instant. But the itchy rubbing was going too fast! Shirley
wanted to slow it down. She wanted to feel that big cock that was stabbed so deep
inside her.
"Easy, Freddy, easy, boy!"
She tickled the dog's ears and cooed to him in an attempt to soothe him. Then, she
used her hand to capture his balls again. Holding them firmly, she could limit the slide
of his cock inside her cunt.
Whimpering with the agony of pleasure, Freddy slowed his movements, then stopped
altogether.
"Good boy," she breathed into his ear. "That's a real good boy!"
Their hearts pounded together as she continued to murmur affectionately to her best
friend's pet. She could feel that swollen prick tightly clasped by her wet pussy. How
could anything be better?
"You're such a furry lover!"
The dog licked her for her words of praise. Shirley tightened her cunt around the dog's
big cock. Freddy let his tongue hang out as the pleasure surged through him.
"You like that, don't you?" Shirley nuzzled him, let her fingers loosen slightly around
his balls. "Well, I like it too! I've never liked anything so much in my whole life!"


Chapter 6

Carefully, Shirley hooked her long legs over the Shepherd's back. The dog seemed to
like this strong squeezing, as it lifted her cunt so that it lined up perfectly with the dog's
rigid cock. She let him start moving again, giving him an inch or two of forward and
backward movement, but keeping her fingers tightly entangled around his ballsac. For
the first time in her life, Shirley felt the truth of that old saying.
"I've sure got you by the balls, Freddy," she smiled, panting at the same time from the
friction of the dog's prick shaft around the stretched opening of her pussy.
Now Shirley was very aroused, and she could feel every tiny rub of the dog's body
against her own. She could feel his paws squeezing her chest, and the warmth of his
body where her legs hugged him. More than anything, she could feel the velvet slide of
their fuck-parts, together. The dog's cockflesh was the smoothest, juiciest thing in the
world, and so was her cunt.
"Ohhhh, fuck me deep!"
The bed lurched again as the animal stabbed her with his cock. Inside her, the satin
flesh opened to his spear, closing back around it tightly with the juicy heat of fucking.
Shirley squirmed violently, letting go of Freddy's balls. Her heels were locked, and her
toes fanned out from the excitement.
The enticing tickle was flowing over her skin now. Her nipples burned with it, and her
belly felt feverish as she sucked it in sharply under her ribs. Something was happening
to the tip of Freddy's cock, too.
"Nhhuuhhh, it's getting lots bigger! Lots bigger!"
The dog stabbed her hot cunt, juice spilling down her ass again as he took up more
room inside her young body. Another wave of itchy pleasure told Shirley it wouldn't be
much longer before she came. She grabbed a mouthful of neck fur and plunged her
trim hips up and down furiously against the stabbing movements of Freddy's hard cock.
As much as she wanted to make it last, the erotic fires were going strong now. Shirley
couldn't make him stop a second time. She panted loudly, her hips tilting forward and
back as she fucked with all the energy inside her.
The sound of his stabbing prick was louder now, slurpier, too. She could feel the
thrilling suction of her young tube around the dog's cock. She could feel his tense
muscles and his hot breath against her neck. They seemed to be rushing together
toward a maddening vortex of total ecstasy. Shirley could almost feel what it was going
to be like. Yet as she got closer, she knew it was going to be even better than better.
"Whhuuhhh, uhhhhh! Ahhhhh!"
They were going crazy. The dog barked as he ground his balls against her cunt, as he
buried his thick shaft deep in the constricting softness of her pussy. The bed bounced
under them. Shirley tightened her legs around the dog's middle.
"Ohhh, do it, Freddy! Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh!"
The big Shepherd growled and nipped her shoulder as he drove furiously with his
haunches. The juice was flooding from around the edges of her cunt, wetting the bed
and the crack of her ass. She was drenched. The smacking sound of their fucking
excited her past reason, as did the musky scent of her cunt as it pulled strongly against
the Shepherd's inflamed erection.
"Whhuuhh, I'm gonna come! I can feel it, now! Ohhh, doggy! Ohhhhh, doggeee!"
Writhing together in a frenzy, Shirley felt the convulsions begin deep inside her. Her
clit pulsed, adding a glowing itch to the pleasure she already felt. She dug her heels into
the dog's ass, pulling him as deep as she could. He thrust and squirmed, rubbing his
balls against her body, mashing her clit into its juicy hood.
Shirley gave a breathless squeal as the first raging spasm wracked her slender body. She
bucked furiously, fucking back against the big Shepherd's thrusts. He was shoving the
swollen tip of his cock directly against her womb. And then she felt his muscles shiver,
felt the tension explode in his loins.
Hot cum spurted into her. She could almost count each fountain of the dog's cum. It
was hot and slick, and as her tight little cunt filled with the stuff, it began to drip from
the edges of her cuntlips. She groaned with passion as the big dog smeared the cummy
mess around. Her pubic hair was plastered with it, and the pungent aroma filled the air.
"Nhhuuhhh, uhhhnn, God! I'm commming so good!"
As his passion burned, the dog jabbed at her with rapid strokes. Her tits trembled as he
shoved and tamped his hot cum into her cunt. Her belly heaved wildly as she felt her
strong cunt pulling at the dog's cock, sucking the potent sap out of his tubes. A
rippling, milking spasm squeezed the shaft of his cock. The spasm began at the base of
his erection and tightened to his cocktip. By now, the cummy mess had spread from
her cunt and was dripping down the crack of her ass.
"God! God, DAMN!"
Shirley had never felt so free in all her life. She squirmed savagely against the dog's
continued thrusting. Her clit had gotten very plump and firm, and to rub it against the
dog's shaft was the most incredible pleasure she'd ever known.
"Huuhhhhhh!" she moaned, coming hard.
She forgot who she was and where she was. There was only the dog spearing her with
his wonderful cock, and the hot cum leaking down her ass. There was only her turgid
clit exploding like a tiny atom bomb, the ecstasy reverberating in her head as she
drooled and bucked and squeezed her thighs tighter around the Shepherd's body.
The next thing Shirley was conscious of was the dog trying to work his cock free. He
wasn't going to make it. Her cunt had squeezed around him in the last few seconds of
her climax, and the dog's barb had swelled up like a doorknob, it seemed. She could
feel him jerking and whimpering pitifully but his cock was jammed tight against the
opening of her womb, and when he jerked, it just made her ass slide in the same
direction.
"That's okay, Freddy," she said, soothing him, begging him to relax.
She petted his sides and cooed softly into his ear. The dog quieted until she felt his
cocktip losing its firmness. As the hot flesh shrank, she wiggled her hips from side to
side. The dog's cock slid from her pussy with a wet sound, and Freddy went to a corner
of the room, where he started cleaning himself.
Shirley was almost too weak to stand up. When she tried, she felt the hot trickle of juice
and cum down both legs. Limping and wobbling, she made it to Bobbie Ann's
bathroom and cleaned herself up as best as she could. Her mind was only just
beginning to work again.
She wasn't sure she wanted it to.
"I let that dog fuck me," she said numbly. "I wanted him to. And I enjoyed it!" Shirley
looked at her reflection with new wonder. "I enjoyed it like crazy!"
When she went downstairs, Bobbie was still passed out in the hall. She got a wet
washrag and brought her friend around.
"Hey," Bobbie Ann said, grinning drunkenly, "you smell funky."
"What do you mean, funky?" Shirley asked, her cheeks feeling hot.
"Like you've been fucking." Bobbie frowned and held her head. "Oh, wow, I really
hung one on. Where's Freddy?"
Shirley shrugged and tried to look innocent. She helped Bobbie to the shower and
listened while her friend revived herself under the spray. When she got out and toweled
herself off, she looked much better. Her eyes were sparkling again, and as she patted the
blonde curls of her cunt, she looked around the room.
"I think I'd like to play with my doggy," she grinned, chewing her bottom lip. "Where
did he go?"
They found Freddy curled in a corner of a spare bedroom, obviously asleep. When
Bobbie Ann woke him and urged him to come with her to her bedroom, Shirley made
herself scarce. She went down to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. The
cognac had made her awful thirsty. Upstairs, she could hear Bobbie cajoling the dog,
trying to get him interested in a little sex.
"He's acting so funny," Bobbie called, coming downstairs. "He can't even get one up.
And I want I fuck him, so bad!"
"You shouldn't really fool around with him like that," Shirley said, frowning. "It just
isn't right."
"Who cares what's right? If it feels good, do it!" Bobbie hadn't put on a stitch, and
Shirley couldn't help but be amazed at the size of her friend's tits and the plump swell
of her cunt. After sleeping off the alcohol, Bobbie seemed raring to go. But Freddy was
tuckered out, and Shirley knew why.
"You weren't playing with my doggy, were you?" Bobbie asked.
Shirley couldn't tell whether her friend was kidding or not.
"Of course not. Do you think I'm crazy?"
"No, but you're a girl with the same kind of desires I have. Who says you couldn't get
interested in playing around with..."
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," Shirley said. "It makes me feel weird."
Later in the night, Shirley heard Bobbie Ann go downstairs with the German Shepherd.
But when the sounds of frenzied excitement came to her ears, she pulled the pillow over
her head and tried to think of other things.
"I can't turn into a pervert," she kept repeating to herself as Freddy fucked her blonde
friend on the downstairs sofa. "I've go to fight this desire inside me. I've just go to!"
When school started the following week, Shirley couldn't stay home sick any longer.
She was afraid of seeing the custodian, of course, and afraid of what he might say to her
if he got the chance. But she had to go.
The first half of the day went okay. Except for the continued fantasies that kept
invading Shirley's thoughts. She tried hard to concentrate on her subjects, but whenever
her attention wavered for the tiniest moment, she'd be thinking about dogs.
The fantasies were much more than she could handle. Such scenes as her running
naked through a meadow, with a yapping pack of dogs behind her. They drug her
down in dewy grass and took their turns fucking her.
"How awful," she murmured under her breath.
But after a moment or so she'd be thinking of it all again. When the daydream got to
the point where a dog's cock was actually sliding into her young, wet pussy, Shirley
would moan and wish she was alone so she could play with herself.
It was sometime during the afternoon that she knew she wouldn't be able to wait until
she got home. She held out until her Library period, and then excused herself to go to
the girl's restroom.
But she never made it. Jim, the custodian, saw her heading down the hall and caught
up with her before she could duck into the bathroom.
"I've been looking for you," he said gruffly. Strong fingers went around her arm. She
gave him a shocked look.
"If you don't let go of me this instant, I'll scream!"
"Like hell, you will."
He pulled her around the end of the corridor. There was no one in the hall, no one to
see where he was taking her. She thought of screaming like she'd warned him she'd do.
But then, he was pushing her through the door and down the stairs, and her heart was
pounding hard. It was too late. She was going to have to convince him that she hadn't
stolen his money. It wasn't going to be easy.
"I don't even want the cash back," he said, eyes mean. They were in the boiler room,
now.
"What cash?" Shirley wasn't sure her voice was quite right. She was a terrible liar.
"You know what cash." Jim pushed her down onto his bunk. "But like I said, I don't
want it back. I'd rather take it out in flesh!"
"If you don't let me back to my class, you'll be in lots of trouble."
Jim's big Doberman padded up, and when he saw Shirley, his short tail wagged. Jim
turned on his dog with an angry gesture of his arm.
"Get the hell out of here," he yelled, and the dog scampered off.
Shirley swallowed hard and tried to think of a way out. But Jim was already undoing
his belt.
"Look, I'm sorry about your money. But I didn't have anything to do with it."
"Oh, you didn't?" He grabbed his shorts and skinned them down. His cock bounced
up. It was very long and very hard, and Shirley had a funny feeling in her guts.
"Jim, you've got to be crazy if you think I'm gonna let you..."
"I've paid for this and I'm gonna take what I pay for. You got enough money out of my
roll for me to have a piece of ass. And you ain't walking out of here until I've had my
cock in that lovely little teenage pussy of yours."
"Jim! No!"
Shirley took a step backwards, but he caught her and threw her onto his bed again. He
pulled her top up to expose her tits, and when he saw that she was wearing a bra, he
frowned and pulled it off, too. He used it to tie her wrists together, then tied them to
the iron bedstead. Shirley whined and kicked at him, but he pulled her legs apart and
made her bend her knees. He had some kind of cord to tie her ankles around her
thighs. She was all stretched open, her cunt stuck wetly to the nylon of her panties.
Jim snapped a big knife open and smiled cruelly as he carefully cut her panty crotch in
two. Shirley was afraid to jerk around, afraid he might cut her. But she felt the damp
material being peeled away from her overheated cunthole. Jim closed the knife and
tossed it away.
"This is what I've been waiting for, ever since I first saw you," he panted, his cock in his
hand. "That's just about the prettiest little twat I've ever looked at. And in a minute or
two, I'm gonna be inside it!"
"..."
Shirley writhed helplessly, jerking at the twisted bra that held her hands together. She'd
been pulled around so that her ass was at the edge of the low cot. Jim was on his knees
on the floor, poking gingerly at the pink, dainty folds that were glistening with her cunt
juice.
"Stop that! Ohhh, please, don't touch me like that!"
His finger edged the tender place where he'd first broken her cherry. Shirley trembled,
her back arching as she squirmed in an attempt to pull her soft treasure away from him.
But the big man laughed and fingerfucked her, three-knuckles deep. He held her thigh
with the other hand while he gouged and speared her.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh!" Shirley groaned, eyes fluttering.
She couldn't believe it was happening. Right in the basement of the school! She knew
it'd been a mistake to get mixed up with Jim in the first place. But it was too late, now!
He was going to stick his big cock in her and fill her full of cum!
But when the big man got up over her body and straddled her thin waist, she knew he
had something else in mind, first. She turned her head to the side, but he grabbed her
cheeks roughly between a thumb and finger and made her face the swollen tip of his
cock.
"Nhhooo!" she cried. "Don't make me suck that!"
"Suck!" Jim growled. His eyes had a wild look in them.
Shirley couldn't bear to watch as the custodian brought his cock down toward her face.
Then the hard tip touched her chin, and he rubbed it up over her closed lips. He
pushed, but she wouldn't take it.
"I can make you do this, you know."
His fingers dug into her right tit. It wasn't enough to hurt, but Shirley knew he
wouldn't hesitate if he had to. She whined her surrender and opened her mouth. At
once his hot, throbbing cockhead was wedged between her teeth, and then it was
sliding over her frantic tongue.
"Ghhuuhhh," she gasped as the thing threatened to choke her.
As it slid in and out, her hot spit wet it and her tongue danced wildly along the
underside of Jim's shaft. She wasn't trying to excite him, but every time she swallowed,
her tongue worked forward and back. And the big man groaned and trembled.
"Maybe I'll give you a belly full of cum, first, then a cuntful."
"Hhhuung," she gasped, gulping around the hot, fat knob.
Shirley didn't even hear the Doberman coming. But she heard Jim's cry and felt him
jerk his cock from her mouth as he fell to the side. The big black dog had his fangs
deep in the man's arms. Shirley could see blood. She screamed, and Jim wrestled he
animal to the floor. She screamed again as the dog opened another wound on the
custodian's thigh. That seemed to be enough to make him stop fighting back.
"What's wrong with you, you crazy mutt!"
The dog stared his master down, then turned. Shirley's eyes went wide as he put his
front paws on her belly and whimpered hungrily. She tossed around, hoping to
discourage the dog. But he knew what he wanted. His tongue washed her dripping
young cunt and hot shudders went through her. She was still tied by the wrists, her
arms pulled above her head. Her ankles were bound to her thighs, too, and as the dog
lapped at her musky cunt, she knew she was powerless to stop him.
"I'll fix him," Jim muttered, dabbing at his wounds as he looked for a weapon. But the
Doberman knew what he was up to and turned on him with a threatening growl. Jim
sank to the floor in the corner, afraid the dog might attack him again. "Okay boy, okay.
I'll stay right here."
When Travis looked at Shirley again, her heart almost stopped. The look wasn't human,
but there was intelligence in it – as if he appreciated her youthful body and tight cunt.
He remembered, she was sure of it! He remembered how nice her squeezing wet cunt
had felt around his hard prick. And he wanted to feel it again.
"Please, Travis, just chew these knots loose. Please!"
Travis had no intention of releasing her. He mounted her from the front, his paws
pressing into her tits as he hunched his back. She felt the raw knob of his cock force
her cuntlips apart. He had trouble finding her hole at first, and she could hear his hind
paws skidding on the smooth concrete. Then her cuntlips were shoved wide as the
Doberman's cocktip wedged tightly against her cunt's opening.
"Uhhhhh!" Shirley groaned, waves of pleasure going through her.
The dog thrust, and she bit her tongue as the shock of his movement made her tits
tremble. Travis thrust again, and she felt her cunt being entered.
"Ohhh, ohhhh!"
The animal lapped at her face eagerly as he jerked his cock forward again. He was just
fucking her with the swollen tip of it. She could feel her cunt walls being stretched,
could feel the velvety wet flesh squeezing that dark plum that swelled at he very end of
his shaft.
Then it was as if he remembered he'd had her before. With a violent thrust of his
haunches, his thick cock penetrated her to the hilt.
Shirley let out a squeal that was choked off in the middle. She felt every feverish inch of
the Doberman's cock as it slid into her glistening cunt. Her juices flooded as the
throbbing shape took up more room. And as her pussy spasmed from the shock of
being speared, it tightened firmly on Travis's erection. The dog let out a whine of
victory and rolled his hind quarters in convulsive jerks.
Jim was slumped against the wall, holding his wounded arm. He watched them with
shock and amazement. Shirley saw his mouth work, but no words came out. But she
didn't give a damn what he thought. That hot, hard cock in her was making her flesh
burn with pleasure. Tied up like that, she was at the mercy of the huge Doberman, and
he was taking advantage of his good luck. When she turned her head again, the
custodian had disappeared.
"Ohhh, God," Shirley moaned, twitching and squirming.
With her knees bent and her heels pressed against her ass, the dog had all the room he
needed. Her hot little cunt was stretched wide for him, and his shaft made wet sucking
noises as he plowed it in and out, in and out.
"Whuuuhhh! Nhhhuuhhh... so big! So damn big!"
Her cunt squeezed the dog's prick again. He felt it and growled deep in his throat. Only
his knob was inside the wet clasp of her cunt, and she tightened her sphincter until the
dog shuddered with pent-up excitement. Then he drove forward again, sending her ass
into a series of shivering, writhing spasms as he ground his cocktip against her womb.
"Ohh, Jesus... ohhhh, FUCK!"
Her bra came loose from the frame of the bed, and with her hands free, Shirley knew
she should try and push the dog away. She couldn't go on letting him fuck her here in
the boiler room of the school. Anyone might come; Jim might have gone for help. But
she couldn't make herself push the animal away. Her efforts were weak, and finally,
with a lusty groan, she hugged the black dog and dug her fingers in the fur of his neck.
"Whhuuh, uhhh, uhhhhhhh!" she panted, her ass moving up and down.
She was working at the knots that bound her ankles to her thighs. They came loose,
and she crossed her legs high over the Doberman's humped-up back. Squeezing him
passionately, she dug her heels into his ass, pulling that steamy, slick cock deep into her
young body.
They squirmed and bucked together, the dog's tongue wetting her face and neck as he
pulled his rigid cock back and rammed it in again.
"God, I love to fuck. I don't care what anybody thinks about it. I love to fuck dogs!"
Just saying the words out loud made Shirley feel free and wild. Her slender body
writhed like a snake as she twisted and humped and fucked back against the
Doberman's lusty plunging. The whole underside of her body was a glistening, juicy
mess, and it felt wonderful. The dog's hot breath on her neck, his furry chest mashing
her down, even his big paws pressing her shoulders into the bed felt glorious.
Travis yipped as he felt the slide of her velvety cunt on his cocktip. His balls flopped
heavily against her ass when he brought his body forward. Like she'd done with Freddy,
Shirley grabbed the heavy eggs and squeezed them, her thin fingers trembling with the
excitement of what she held.
"Ohhh, you beautiful doggy! Ohhhh, fuck me good, fuck me really good!"
Holding himself deep, the Doberman hunched her with more power than ever. She was
jolted and shoved across the bed until her head bumped the wall. The dog never
hesitated. He was all the way in, his tongue washing her tits as his heavy knob pressed
fantastically against the glossy surfaces of her cunt tube. Already, Shirley could feel the
tickling madness that she knew would drive her into a frenzy if the dog kept fucking
her. She worked at the tiny itch, rubbing her clit against the dog's body when he
stabbed her to the hilt.
"Mhhuuhh, uhhhh, God, it's so good!"
The dog trembled, and she felt his cocktip bulge with trapped blood. Then, the hot
cream flowed into her like a river. She could feel the surges, feel the thick stuff rippling
up the Doberman's cum-tube. A smile spread across her face – an agonized smile of
total release. Digging her fingers into the dog's back, she pulled him deeper, her white
thighs straining to capture his writhing, hunching body. The Doberman spurted
powerfully. Shirley could feel the spattering force against her sensitive cunt flesh. Now
it was dripping from the edges of her pussy, dripping down her ass and down the edge
of the narrow cot.
"Yuhhhh, uhhhh!" she panted, her ass working up and down to keep the glowing
ecstasy going.
The Doberman chewed gingerly on her tit, his tongue washing her nipple hungrily. The
nub was swollen and dark, and every touch of the dog's licking tongue made Shirley
arch her slender back and quiver. Waves of lust shimmered through her. The bed
lurched under the dog's pounding. Her cunt spasmed again and again as she hugged
him with her arms and legs.
"Commmming! Ohhh, I'm coming so good!"
Shirley's mind sparkled with delight. She batted her long lashes and bit her lip, her hips
never stopping for an instant. The furry animal locked in her embrace was like a
captured tornado. Now that he was coming, his haunches jabbed her rapidly. He fucked
Shirley with frenzied excitement, as if he were afraid she might escape if he didn't stick
his hot cock a little deeper, a little harder.
And now, the hot pleasure surged more powerfully than ever through her slender
adolescent body. She drooled on herself, her eyes rolled back in her head as the dog's
plunging haunches took her up, up into an ecstasy she'd only dreamed of before.
"Travis! Travis... uhhhh!"
She scissored him tightly, her back arching and humping rapidly as his cock drove
forward, splitting her velvety lips and sinking into the slippery heat of her youthful
cunt. She came with shuddering groans, her hair flying, her teeth bared. She came with
her heels jabbing the big Doberman's haunches, urging him to give her all of what he
had – every last inch.
Then she knew that the entire swollen length of the dog's cock was wrapped tightly in
her pussy muscles. A strange, high whimper started in the dog's chest and filled the
small alcove. She felt the head of his prick swell suddenly, locking itself against her
open womb. As the first hot spurts of his cum filled her, Shirley came for the second
time.
"Ohhh, ohhhh! Ohhhh, FUCK!"
His movements were convulsive, now that his cum was flowing. It dribbled from the
outer edges of Shirley's pussy and down the crack of her ass. She dipped her finger in
some of the rich sap and rubbed it across her lips as she continued to pump her slim
hips. She was riding his hot orgasm, sucking the dog cum deep into her body. She
wanted to absorb it and feel it in her, feel every powerful throb of his spurting
cockhead.
"Oh, uhhhh, yaaahhhh!"
The come had taken her to the last maddening fury of pleasure. She knew that no
human could feel anything more wonderful than that. She sagged suddenly under the
dog's thrusting movements, totally exhausted in the quivering afterglow of total joy.
For a moment or two, Shirley lost consciousness. She felt Travis yanking his cock back.
She was dimly aware of his swollen tip being dragged out of her aching, tingling cunt.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him sitting on his haunches, licking himself.
Before she had time to think, Shirley crawled off the bed and across the floor to where
the black Doberman sat, cleaning himself. With soft moans of lust, she started helping
him clean his prick of the slick cum. The dog licked her neck and ear as she ran her
pink tongue up and down the still-firm shaft. She cradled his cock in her hands to keep
it still while her lips caressed his heated tip. To her, this long, hard thing was something
of the utmost beauty. It had done things to her she could hardly believe. Yet she knew
they had happened. She'd fucked this wonderful dog and loved it even more than
playing with her friend's sexy pet.
"I love you, Travis," she cooed, still licking him.


Chapter 7

The only way it had been possible for Shirley to escape was luck and nerve. She'd
waited until the last period was nearly over before making her move. She'd dressed
herself and found an old belt to use as a leash.
Ten minutes later, she was hurrying through the park. Behind her, she heard the school
bell signal the end of classes for the day. Jim would be returning to the basement now,
and he'd find his dog gone.
"I'm crazy for trying this," she gasped to herself, pulling Travis along beside her. "But I
just can't leave you back there with him. You're too wonderful not to have around."
The dog perked up his ears and seemed to understand. He let his powerful shoulders
bump her leg as he ran, and she felt her heart do a little dance of anticipation. Though
she'd just experienced two glorious comes, she was still hungry for more "Shirley," her
mother said when she saw the huge animal in the back yard, "how do you know he
doesn't belong to someone?"
"The owner gave him to me. He couldn't take care of him any more. Uhh, he was
moving out of town."
"But that animal must eat enormous amounts of food."
"I'll pay for it. I'll pay for anything he needs." Shirley ran her fingers through the fur
around Travis' neck. "Please, Mother, let me keep him."
"You've never owned a dog before. How do you know what he needs."
"I know, Mother," Shirley breathed, trying not to betray the excitement that burned
inside her. "And besides, he likes me!"
"He looks dangerous to me," her mother went on. But Shirley could tell she was giving
in.
"He's as gentle as a puppy."
Shirley's mind was suddenly filled with erotic images, scenes so blatantly animalistic
that if her mother could have read her mind, she might have fainted dead a sway.
"What if he barks all night and keeps the neighbors awake?"
"I'll bring him in at night. He can stay in my room. He's housebroken, you know."
"Well..."
"Oh, please, Mother, please!"
"All right. I suppose you could keep him for a while, and see how things work out. But
if he turns out to be any trouble at all, you'll have to get rid of him."
Shirley was pretty sure that the custodian wasn't going to make a fuss about the dog.
He'd gotten himself into a tight situation by fooling with the young girls around
school.. He wouldn't chance letting the truth be known by making a ruckus over his
missing pet. Travis belonged to Shirley, now. And the thought of having her personal
lover spending the night in her room, each and every night, made her panties damp.
That evening, at the supper table, it was all she could do to finish. Travis was in the
back yard, working on an old hambone her mother had found, and Shirley's head was
filled with wonderful plans for the evening. She excused herself from the table and
pretended to be interested in a television program for a while. She didn't want anyone
to suspect what her intentions were.
"I've got some homework to do," she announced, finally Neither of her folks seemed
the least bit suspicious as she went to the back door to call Travis. She led him upstairs,
pushing his head away when he licked her fingers. Her heart was about to jump out of
her chest!
With the door closed and locked, she turned on her desk light and spread out a few
papers, opened a book. Travis watched her, his eyes as bright with anticipation as hers
were.
"Ohhh, you big black darling!" she panted, turning to him at last. "You're the only
homework I'm going to fool with tonight!"
The dog sat, watching her, as she unfastened the buttons of her blouse and peeled it
back over her thin shoulders. She was braless, and Travis licked his chops when he
caught sight of her firm, dark nipples. His cocktip swelled, pushing its way out of the
furry sheath under his belly.
"Up, Travis! Up on the bed."
As the big animal continued to watch her, she peeled her skirt over her slim hips. Then
came her panties, the nylon crotch coming away from her soaked cuntal mound with a
sticky sound. She tossed her undies on the bed, and Travis went for them like the
skimpy things were a T-bone steak.
"Don't eat them!"
She watched with wide eyes as the Doberman lapped at the cunt-damp nylon. He was
about to chew the sheer material to bits, and she rescued the dainty things.
Shirley got on the bed with Travis and nuzzled up against him, her belly curved against
his furry back. He moaned and tried to turn to lick her, but she wrapped her arms
around him and began to play with his cock.
After a few minutes of jacking his sheath, she rolled the large dog onto his back and
hovered over him on hands and knees. She held his jerking cock in one hand, while
holding her hair back from her eyes with the other. Her pink tongue flicked out as she
lowered her head.
The Doberman loved the velvet friction of her licking. She bathed his feverish prick
until it was taut and dark and quivering. The length of his shaft had slipped out from
its protective sheath, and her small fingers danced up and down the veined meat until
she was as shiny slick as he was. Her spit mingled with the dog's juices, making him
glisten.
There was something about the shape of his cocktip that made her weak with lust. She
liked to fit it against the curve of her tongue and suck slowly, spit dripping from the
corners of her mouth as her tongue-tip teased the ridged barb. The Doberman was
flopping around, his big chest filling and emptying as Shirley's hot mouth sucked the
sensitive flesh of his cock. "Uhhmmm! Mhhhuuhh," she panted, her head bobbing over
the rigid shape. She squeezed with a finger and thumb around the base of his erection,
feeling how that trapped more blood in his tip, making it grow huge against the roof of
her mouth. She wanted very badly to feel that thing sliding into her cunt. She was
hungry to have the lovely dog ramming and raping her. But now another idea trickled
into her consciousness, an idea too vividly erotic to put aside.
She'd let him shoot his thick cream into her mouth! What would that be like? And
what if Travis were licking her cunt at the same time? The possibility made her dizzy
with lust. But it would take some arranging to make it all work.
The best position seemed to be with both of them on their sides, so that Shirley could
let the Doberman rest his head on the inside of one of her thighs. Cocking her other
knee, she held her young cunt open to him, and immediately the dog began lick.
Twisting, she was able to get her mouth around his hot canine cock and pull it deep.
Though it wasn't as good as going at him with her head turned the other way, it was
very nice. His barbed tip bumped against her tonsils, making her choke. The second
time, she fought down the urge to gag, and closed her throat around his throbbing
spike. Travis growled into her pussy, loving everything she did.
"Ohhh, eat me up, Travis!" she sighed, pumping her mound. The juicy sound of her
cuntlips caressing the dog's muzzle was the prettiest music in the world, to Shirley.
"Uhhhh, that's so nice! Ohhhh, you're tongue is hot!"
Her tongue was hot, too, and she fit her lips around his big cock again, sliding it deep.
She licked it with rapid flicks, until the tip was surging, pressing its blood-packed shape
against the roof of her mouth. Her clit had bulged from its hood, and Travis was
sucking it hungrily as the two of them squirmed together on the mattress.
Shirley hadn't expected Travis to explode quite so quickly. The power of his spurting
fuck-cream, pouring down her throat, made her eyes grow wide. She swallowed
frantically, trying to keep ahead. But after a few moments, a stream of white cum
poured from one nostril and dribbled over her upper lip and into her mouth again. She
felt the strings of cum flowing down her chin and neck, but she never stopped sucking
for a moment. Travis was too worked up to pay much attention to her cunt, but she
didn't care about that either!
The dog's lurching haunches tried to spear her mouth deeper, and she held him from
going too far by grabbing his balls. The taste of his cum and the strong way it spattered
against the back of her throat excited her. She knew that this wouldn't be the last time
she sucked him off. But now, her cunt needed fucking, and she wondered how long it
would take her new pet to revive.
'Ohhhh, hurry, Travis! I'm really horny for you, now!"
After five minutes of gentle hugging and soft. whispers, she dared to slide her hand
under his belly. The surprise of finding him hard again made her grin broadly. She
made him stay on his back, quickly straddling him with her long legs. On her knees,
she pressed her open cunt back slowly, holding his cock up so that the tip fit into the
dripping slit between her plump, hot cuntlips. With a quick movement of her ass, she
sank down on the dog's raw barb, felt it pop past the ring of muscles and into the
luscious fever of her adolescent cunt.
"Ohhh, there! Doesn't that feel slippery and nice?"
For an answer, Travis hunched up from the bed, driving another two inches of his shaft
into her cunt.
The thought of being discovered by her folks sent a chill of excitement through her. As
horrible as that might be, it was fun to think of herself as taking a chance. But of course
the door was locked, and Travis was all hers, now!
"Ohhhh, do it, sweet doggy! Ohhhh, fuck me nice and hard and deep!"
She rocked her hips, skewering herself inch by glorious inch on Travis' hot cock. The
slippery rod went into her easily, though she was still very tight for the size of the
Doberman's erection. Then, when the glans had fit tightly against the opening of her
womb, and her muscles tightened around the base of his cock, she felt the tingling
thrills go over her skin. Her nipples swelled and grew extra sensitive. Her flat belly
heaved. She panted and nuzzled her face into the dog's neck. And all the while, her
firm ass pranced and danced and wiggled as she rubbed the fleshy softness of her pussy
around Travis' meaty spear.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, God, I'm coming already!"
The anticipation and the sucking of the dog's cock had built the tension inside her,
until all she needed was a slight push to send her into glorious spasms. Travis was
giving her that little push. He humped his back, bringing his haunches up from the bed
to drive deeper into the slick paradise she had for him. It was as if the dog knew how
lovely her cunt was and how tightly it would squeeze him when she came.
"Whhuuhh, Travis, baby! Ohhhh, my sweet doggy lover!"
She hugged him, half-rolling to the side as the dog worked wildly at the depths of her
young pussy. She felt each shuddering lunge, each jolt of his cock as it hit bottom.
Then it was happening. The fiery throes swept through her. Each wave made her body
shiver; each convulsion of pleasure made her throw her head around, clutch the black
dog's body, hump her ass in frenzied circles as she received his stabbing cock.
And as she wrapped her white legs around the furry black beast, she grunted deep in
her throat and let his tongue slide into her mouth. He was coming! The white froth was
boiling into her cunt, and she hooked her heels and squeezed the lurching animal
between her thighs.
"Nhhuuuhhh, so good, so fucking good!"
As the dog's wonderful cock slid in and out of her pussy, Shirley knew that her life
would never be the same. She kissed his slurpy tongue and rubbed her erect nipples
across his chest. Her cunt was starting to spasm. It squeezed the feverish cock, milking
more spurts of cum from Travis' balls. Shirley closed her eyes, opened her mouth and
gave a girlish squeal of pleasure. She was coming again, and it was beautiful.
She never wanted it to end.


THE END
