DOG-GONE TEENAGERS
By Bob Hawkins


Foreword

For every young person there comes a time hen he must confront new ideas and
lifestyles. Each person must adapt to the changes that life presents to him. The young
man who enlists in the Army and meets people of varied economic and ethnic
backgrounds; the young girl going off to college for the first time; a teenager breaking
away from his circle of school friends to meet people on his own – all must face
different and sometimes shocking ideas and situations and deal with them as best they
can. This is what makes a person a responsible adult.
DOG-GONE TEENAGERS is a story about two girls and the reaction to a totally
different and unusual situation. Both Lana and her next-door neighbor Tawny must
learn to deal with the new shocking acts to which they are unexpectedly exposed. Both
learn to deal with the new experiences successfully and even enjoy them.
DOG-GONE TEENAGERS – the story of two girls who take responsibility for the
direction in their own lives. It holds a lesson we would all do well to learn.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Lana was a young teenager. She sat huddled in her soft bathrobe, a magazine open on
her knees. Outside the window, rain lashed the house in a roar, but the young
teenager's full attention was on the picture in her daddy's magazine.
It was a full-color close-up of a young woman's cunt-hole. Delicate fingertips held the
beautiful lips parted, revealing the deep moist cavern surrounded by lovely pink folds of
soft female pussy-flesh.
But the thing that really drew the youngster's attention was the huge black snout of a
dog's face. It was pressed close to the woman's spread pussy-lips, a wide tongue lolling
out the side of its grinning mouth.
Lana's blood raced through her veins. She felt hot and funny all over. She wiped at the
fine film of sweat that had formed on her forehead, her throat.
"God," she whispered.
She closed the magazine again, marking the picture with her finger, and leaned her
head against the window glass. The raindrops splashed against the other side of the
glass. She could feel them hit.
Lana was alone in the big old house. Her mother and father had gone away for the
weekend. They had been hesitant about letting their daughter stay alone for the whole
weekend, but Lana had finally convinced them that she should be allowed to try it.
After all, she wasn't a little girl any more, was she? Her father had snorted when she'd
said that, but her mother had shaken her head sadly.
They had left that afternoon. Lana roamed all over the place, exploring the big empty
rooms on the third floor. She and her parents had moved into the mansion only two
weeks earlier, and she hadn't had time to discover all the secrets the magnificent
building held.
But after supper it started raining. It promised to be a long hard storm. Lana took off
her clothes, gave herself a nice hot shower, then slipped into her favorite bathrobe. She
was stuffing her dirty clothes into the hamper when it suddenly spilled over. Putting
everything back into it, she'd found the magazine.
"It's A Dog's Life?" she said, reading the words on the cover out loud. But her eyes
were held by the big German shepherd. And the young girl.
The girl was crouched over, on her hands and knees. The shepherd was mounting her,
just like she'd seen the doggies in her old neighborhood do when they wanted to make
puppies.
The girl was smiling, reaching back under her thighs with her hand. Lana gulped as she
found the reason. The dog's cock was immense. It was fat and bright-red and long.
And very hard.
Lana looked away from the picture, her heart pounding wildly. She felt odd. She took a
deep breath, held it. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. The
picture hadn't changed.
The girl on the cover was still smiling, still reaching back to help the big dog put his
gigantic cock into her cunt-hole.
"My God," Lana whispered. She hugged the magazine to her small tits and rushed from
the room. She ran up the stairs to her bedroom, and threw herself onto the window
seat.
She opened the magazine again, staring at that same picture. It held her fascinated. Her
slim thighs quivered at the very thought of letting some handsome young animal like
that rest his beautiful head on her body. There. On her thighs. So close to her secret
place. Her little pussy.
She felt a strange pleasant tingle just inside her puffy cunt-lips. It was coming from that
wonderful spot she had discovered last year. Whenever she touched it, or rubbed her
finger over it, she felt such fantastic pleasure. She hadn't told anybody about it.
Somehow, they might be able to take it away from her, and Lana didn't want to lose
that thing. Never.
But, my God, she thought, what would it feel like to have a dog's tongue touch me
down there? She shivered hard as she imagined the wet rough tongue lapping at her
hairless little cunt-mound.
Lana's mother was a prude, and she had never explained any of the facts of life to her
young daughter. Whatever she now knew about her blooming young body, Lana had
picked up from her girlfriends at school. One of the bits of information that had
worried her most concerned her pussy-hair. She had none, and most of her girlfriends
had quite a bit by the time they had reached Lana's age.
Some of them teased her about it. But Tawny, her best friend, kept telling her not to let
it bother her. Some girls just took longer to grow their pussy-muff than others. And
even if she never had a single strand of hair grow down between her legs, Tawny
assured her, there were lots and lots of men in the world who simply adored a hairless
pussy.
Lana hadn't been so sure, but since there was nothing much she could do about it, she
decided not to worry so much.
Her hand slipped inside the front of her bathrobe now, and she spread her knees a little
bit, seeking the warmth of her cunt with her gentle fingertips. The soft smooth mound
felt nice and firm beneath her stroking fingertips. She could feel the moisture of her
tight pussy-slit. Her cunt-lips opened slightly as she continued stroking herself, and
soon her fingers were sticky with her virginal lubrication.
She laid the magazine aside on the window seat and rested her head against the cold
glass of the window. The rain roared. The wind blasted the side of the house,
occasionally shaking the wall, rattling a window upstairs. The sound echoed throughout
the big old empty house.
Her fingers cupped her naked cunt fully. It felt so warm and comforting to cup herself
like this. She was always amazed at how incredibly sleek and smooth and soft her
pussy-skin was. She spread her thighs a little more, and pressed the heel of her thumb
firmly against the upper portion of her slit. She could feel her swelling little clit-button
mashing and squishing tenderly under her loving pressure.
"Mmmmmm," the little teenager murmured to herself. That felt just wonderful. She
lifted her pussy against her hand by tightening her hard ass-muscles, squeezing and
relaxing against her hand.
Her middle finger stiffened slightly, and she stroked it very lightly over the parted
center of her cunt-lips. She shivered as she felt the moistness of her inner folds wet her
fingertip.
She tried to imagine what it would feel like if a doggie did this to her. Dogs had such
rough tongues, she knew, and they were huge compared to a human tongue.
She opened her eyes wide as she had a sudden vision of herself, hugging a strong furry
neck, and kissing the beautiful animal fully on his mouth.
"Oh, golly," she said to herself, yanking her hand away from her pulsing warm pussy.
She slapped her bare legs together inside the robe, and wrapped the material tightly
about her thighs. The smell of her virgin juices wafted to her nostrils from her wet
fingertips. She brought her hand close to her nose and sniffed, Her heart fluttered.
She stuck out her tongue and brought her hand closer. She licked very hesitantly at the
gooey fluid that glistened on her fingers. It had a strange taste, sweet and sexy. She
liked it. Slowly, purring to herself, she licked her whole hand, cleaning off her pussy
juices like a sweet young kitten cleaning its soft sleek fur.
A sudden crash of thunder shook the whole house. The windowpane beside her
vibrated with the long after-roll of noise. She jerked, and looked out into the night.
A blinding bolt of lightning slashed across the sky, lit up the back yard. Lana almost
jumped out of her skin. She sat up sharply, her full attention on the huge dark shadowy
object down in the yard.
It moved. It darted this way and that. Another flash of lightning revealed it to be a
gigantic dog.
Lana gulped hard.
She frowned, wiped at the glass to see better. She peered out, her head moving,
whispering to herself about the poor animal, caught out in such a terrible storm. Whose
could it be?
Suddenly, her head jerked up. Her eyes were wide. Her heart was thudding violently in
her tight chest, making it hard for her to take a deep breath.
"Oh, Jesus, do I dare?" she whispered toward the ceiling of her bedroom. But before the
last word was out of her mouth, Lana leaped off the windowseat and rushed across her
room, out the door and down the hallway to the stairs. She leaped down them in three
bounds, and darted through the swinging door into the kitchen. She slammed into the
door leading out into the back yard, and fought at the deadbolt lock. She slammed it
open, yanking the door wide open.
Lana stood in the kitchen doorway, her lovely slim neck stretched, peering into the
darkness.
"Here, boy!" she called. She whistled sharply, then shouted again. "Come on, fella!
Here, boy! Hurry up!"
A jagged slash of lightning showed her that the big dog had stopped moving. He was
standing in the center of the yard, looking right at her.
Lana could sense his confusion. She'd never seen the huge dog in the neighborhood
before, but she was new here herself. Maybe somebody had taken advantage of the
storm to drop the animal off, get rid of him. He certainly looked lost.
Lana's heart went out to the poor beast. The wind whipped the hem of her bathrobe
high on her thighs. A chilly blast of rain splattered against her warm legs. She grabbed
at the robe and held it tightly against her knees, bent over. She knelt, pleading with one
arm outstretched.
"Here, boy," she said, calling in a voice she hoped would show her concern. "It's OK,
big fella. You can come inside. I'll give you something nice to eat."
The words weren't quite out of her mouth when she realized the double meaning, and
she blushed hotly.
The dog took a step toward her, his tail giving a single lash to one side. Then, suddenly,
his tail slashed wildly, and a big grin spread across his furry face. He jumped forward,
and rushed right at Lana.
Stifling a sharp cry, Lana leaped to her feet and jumped back inside the door. But she
held it wide open as the beast hurled himself inside the warm kitchen. Lana was
gasping for breath by the time she got the door tightly locked again, and turned to look
at her visitor.
"God, you're beautiful," she said. The dog stared at her. He snorted once, then began
shaking himself to get rid of the water that soaked his fur. Drops of rainwater splashed
all over the kitchen floor and cabinet walls. Lana raised an arm to protect herself from
the wild spray.
"Hey," she protested, laughing. "You trying to drown me?"
The dog shook his head hard as though in response to the young girl's question. Lana
watched him, her eyes glittering with a new light. Her whole body was attuned to this
animal's presence.
"Hungry, big boy?" she asked. She laughed quietly at the doggie's quick hard snort in
reply. She turned to the cabinets and pulled out a large bowl, then opened the
refrigerator for the carton of milk. While the giant creature was lapping up the cold
milk, she dug around in the refrigerator for some meat. She found half of a ham, and
began slicing it into bite-sized bits.
"Oh!" she said, startled as she felt the dog's cold snout pushing at her tight ass. His
nose was hard, and he shook his head as he shoved it up against her asscheeks, outside
the rear of the bathrobe.
Lana felt a gut-wrenching jolt deep inside her loins. She gasped, licked her lips for a
moment to recover her breath. Then she reached behind her with one hand and gently
pushed the dog's face away from her ass.
"Is that why they threw you out, boy?" she whispered as she gouged the thick knifeblade 
into the cold ham. "You like to sniff some guy's wife, is that it? You like the smell
of a girl's little rear end, handsome boy?"
Lana was talking quietly, almost to herself, mostly for her own excitement. She'd never
been much for talking dirty. Her girlfriend's often teased her about it, talking extra
filthy in her presence just to upset her. But it didn't work. She wasn't upset by such
talk, she just didn't feel any need to talk that way.
But this dog was getting to her. And fast. She was muttering things to herself that
would have shocked her only a few minutes earlier.
"Well, you big old boy, if you act nice, maybe I'll let you sniff my ass. How would you
like that, huh?" she said, turning and setting that big dish of ham down on the floor for
him.
She straightened back up and enjoyed the sight of the doggie eagerly gulping down the
delicious meat. She found herself kneading the front of her bathrobe over her lower
belly, at the very top of her pussy-slit.
She felt a sudden gush of juice deep up inside her cunt-hole. She clenched her thighs
tightly together as the fluid started to ooze out between her young cunt-flaps, dribble
down her slender thighs.
"Oh, boy," she said. "Now look what you've gone and done to me. Naughty, naughty,
naughty."
The dog lifted his head and grinned at the young teenager. His eyes were dark and
huge and glistening. Lana was stunned by the obvious intelligence that lay behind
them. But the dog ducked his head back into the meat, chomping into another hunk
and slicing it to bits with his thick teeth.
Lana pressed her fingertips to her lips and rested the small of her back against the edge
of the counter. She admired the play of the dog's strong neck muscles, the splay of the
animal's powerful legs, the taut strength of his heavy thighs. His fur was soaked, but
was quickly drying in the warmth of the kitchen. His tail swished occasionally as he
gobbled down the food, his mouth drooling heavily. His beautiful eyes sought out the
girl several times, as though in thanks. Lana smiled at him.
"Take your time, big fella," she whispered to him, sniffing the sweet fragrance on her
moist fingertips. "We have the whole weekend. Alone."

* * *

"Thatta girl, Lana," Tawny said from her house next door.
Tawny smiled and nodded as she saw Lana close her kitchen door, the huge dog safely
inside. She'd been watching the poor beast from her bedroom window. She had
considered going out after him herself, but she knew her mother and father would
scream bloody murder if she did. And besides, what would Happy think?
Happy was her pet shepherd. Happy was only about half-grown, but already he was a
big protective animal, with beautiful markings and a stunning face. Tawny almost
wished she'd named the dog something more sophisticated than Happy.
"Here, boy," she called, turning away from the window. She walked over to her bed and
sat down on the edge. Happy got up from his rug in the corner and followed his
mistress, his tail wagging in pleasure. He hoped his little girl was going to let him sleep
in her bed with her again. Her small body was so nice and warm to cuddle next to, and
she tasted so nice and salty.
Tawny reached out and began scratching the dog's neck. His head went up high, and he
scooted forward, enjoying the attention to the fullest.
Tawny smiled again, wondering if her hints to Lana had finally gotten through. Ever
since the first time she'd slept with Happy, and felt his eager tongue bringing her that
same kind of pleasure she got when she played with herself between her legs, she'd
been a very happy little girl. She wanted Lana to be happy, too. She knew her girlfriend
was hurt and upset by the slow blossoming of her body. Particularly down between her
thighs.
Tawny hadn't dared to come right out and tell Lana about sleeping with her pet dog.
But she had dropped numerous hints to the effect that there were other ways of
pleasing yourself than with your own fingers. Then she immediately talked about
Happy. Tawny had hoped the message would get through to her little girlfriend, and
apparently it had.
Tawny was delighted. In the morning, she'd rush over next door and find out what had
happened. And if nothing had, well, then she'd just see to it that it did.
She dug her fingers deep into the silky fur of Happy's throat. The dog stretched his
neck to the limit, offering his body to the young teen's wonderful hands. It was still
early in the evening. Too early to go to bed. To sleep, that is. Tawny yawned wide.
Maybe it was the noise of the raging storm outside, and the quiet and warmth of her
bedroom, but Tawny felt so cozy in here. She patted the mattress and Happy hopped up
onto her bed.
"Good boy," Tawny laughed. She twisted and scrambled up onto the bed beside the big
animal, laughing and burying her face in his fluffy fur.
Happy kicked and rolled over onto his back. Tawny lifted her head away from his
freshly washed fur. She grinned down at his face and tickled his belly. The doggie
twitched on the bed, his body flipping from side to side as he fought against her
tickling hand.
He yipped.
Tawny shot a finger to her lips. "Shhh!"
She stopped tickling him and sat back on her heels. She lowered her gaze along the
dog's outstretched body until she was staring right at his prick and the almost black sac
that contained his balls. She gulped hard.
So far, all she had done with her doggie was let him fuck her pussy. It got all wet and
slippery, and his cock could slide in and out with ease. He was very fast coming inside
her. She had never experienced a climax while the animal was fucking her. It was a real
disappointment to her, but she was determined to keep trying.
But now, looking at that beautiful doggie cock, sheathed in fur, little Tawny wondered
what the huge thing would taste like. She was a quick-witted little girl, fast to learn,
eager to experience all she could. She licked her lips as one hand went behind her to
her shoe. She quickly slipped it off her foot, then took off the other one.
Happy rolled onto his side again, and lifted his head to watch the teenager strip. Tawny
grinned when she saw the funny look in the animal's dark eyes. She hopped backward
off her bed and stood up.
"Want to watch me strip, do you? You horny doggie. Naughty doggie. Nice doggie,"
she said, lifting one foot onto the edge of the bed. Slowly, she rolled down her knee
sock, then tossed it carelessly over her shoulder, acting like her idea of a low-class
stripper in some sleazy bar.
She ground her hips, thrust them forward. Then put her other foot up on the bed and
stripped off the sock. She tossed this one in front of the dog's face, and he eagerly
sniffed her limp sock.
Tawny slapped both hands over her mouth to stifle a shriek of laughter when Happy
sneezed loudly.
Standing in her bare feet, her toes working into the thick throw rug beside her bed,
Tawny lowered both hands to the buckle on her belt. She unhooked it, and pulled the
long slender strap slowly out of the loops around her waist. She let the belt drop to 
the floor.
She felt her skirt slip down to the slight flare of her hips. She opened the button over
her hip bone, and ran the zipper down along her thigh. Watching Happy's grinning
face, she eased the waistband down over her hips, slowly exposing the taut material of
her panties to the doggie's lazy gaze.
She shoved the skirt down to her knees, then let it drop to the floor. She kicked the
loose material under her bed. Her fingers worked at the buttons on the front of her
blouse. It opened quickly. She was getting hotter and hornier for her nightly fuck.
She shrugged the blouse back off her slim shoulders, and threw the material behind her.
She stood before her doggie audience clad only in her bra and her panties. Her breath
came in ragged gasps.
She twisted her arms up behind her back and unhooked the bra strap between her
shoulder blades. The sleek white cups slipped downward off her small but pert young
tits. Tawny's breasts were full and sweetly rounded for a young girl her age. She had
dark nipples, that seemed to be always puffy and soft, capping both firm globes of tit
flesh. When her little nipple-buds got hard, they seemed to double the size of her tits.
She was very proud of her tits, and happy that her nipples were so exquisitely sensitive
to touch. Even the thought of feeling Happy's rough wet tongue lapping at them caused
Tawny's lovely nipples to swell, to stiffen into pulsing blossoms of dark beauty.
She dropped the bra to her bare feet, and hooked her thumbs inside the tight waistband
of her panties. Without hesitation, the little girl skinned the translucent blue panties
down her long slim legs, lifting her feet one at a time to pull them off.
She tossed the panties toward Happy's face. As the doggie began sniffing the warm
material, Tawny grinned lewdly. Happy sniffed and nuzzled the panties for a long
moment before he opened his mouth and nipped at them with his sharp teeth.
"Silly boy," Tawny scolded lightly. She reached for her panties, and Happy quickly
rolled over away from her.
"Hey, you!"
Tawny leaped onto the bed, her young tits jiggling very slightly as she scrambled over
on top of the dog's furry body. Happy heaved his body upward, struggling to get out
from under his mistress' heavy body.
She clawed at her panties, trying to pull them from the dog's teeth. Happy grunted and
got himself twisted over onto his belly again. Once his feet were under him, he simply
stood up and sent the young teenager tumbling over his head as he ducked backward,
out from under her.
Young Tawny laughed as she rolled over, and shot her arm out, grabbing one loose end
of her panties. Happy crouched low near the foot of the bed and began growling
happily. He loved this little game of tug-of-war they played with the nice-smelling
panties.
Tawny tugged. Happy shook his head hard, trying to yank the panties out of her grip.
But Tawny shot her other hand up and grabbed on even tighter.
Her long legs kicked and pedaled in the air as she heaved herself back over. Now
Happy's face was pulled tightly up against the girl's bare asscheeks. When Tawny
pulled on the panties, she could work the corded material up between her tender tight
pussy-lips.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned. As the dog tugged backward, growling merrily, the tight
cord of her twisted panties jerked hard against her sensitive clit.
"Oh," she gasped. She gulped and gripped the panties tighter. She pulled upward,
tugging Happy's face back against her asscheeks. She spread her knees wide, yanked the
panties tighter up into her slit.
"Pull, boy," she whispered. Happy obliged eagerly. The panties rubbed very hard into
her swelling clit-bud.
"Oh, Jesus," Tawny gasped. The deep gut-wrenching lust was building quickly tonight.
She was really horny. Her body was hot and moist, tingling all over with anticipation.
Happy got a good whiff of Tawny's ass. He suddenly lost all interest in playing tug-of
war, and let go of the girl's wet panties.
Tawny gave a hard upward jerk at that moment, and the panties zipped through her
tight slit life a slippery knife. Her clit throbbed with the pain and pleasure, and Tawny
went over onto her elbows, gasping into her blankets.
Her ass went high.
Happy leaped to his feet. He knew this position. He shoved his snout between the girl's
asscheeks and lapped at her dark puckered asshole with his slimy tongue, tasting the
vague film of shit that coated the delicious button.
Tawny's clit pulsed hard after the sudden vicious frictioning it had received. She felt the
doggie's tongue against her asshole, though, and sighed. Good boy, she thought. Good
doggie.
"Come on, Happy," she whispered against the blankets. "Get on me. Fuck me, Happy.
Good doggie."
She lifted her ass higher, and Happy got the signal. He pulled his nose out of her butt,
and pranced closer to her ass. He jumped lightly, and his front paws came down firmly
onto the child's bare back. Tawny always clutched the blankets tightly when those big
claws dug into her skin. It hurt like fury, but the pleasure quickly overpowered any
pain.
"Good boy, Happy. Put it in me," the young teen urged the huge dog. Her cunt-hole
was all nice and wet, steamy-hot and ready to feel the dog's immense young cock slip
into her tight pussy.
Happy clawed for balance, and once he had it, he scooted his rear legs up against the
girl's thighs. His cock was already hot and hard. It pointed in a long thick curve right
into her cunt-mound.
Tawny held her breath. It always hurt a little bit when he first pumped his fat shaft of
doggie cock into her pussy-hole. She gulped as she felt him get ready.
"Oh!" she grunted. The dog thrust his thighs forward with a hard jab, and his thick
cock went right between the girl's young cunt-lips and drove deep up her tight pussychannel.
Tawny's fists kneaded the blanket. Her ass wiggled on the impaling pole of the young
dog's massive prick. She gulped and gasped as she felt his gigantic rod slide all the way
into her juicy cunt.
"Uh, uh," she grunted over and over. Happy began humping the little girl's pussy in a
rapid rhythm, fucking his prick in and out of her cunt-tube as though she was some
beautiful little bitch in heat, in horrible need of his loving prick.
Tawny felt her cunt-lips spread wide around his thick rod. Her cunt-walls clenched at
his cock as it slammed in and out. Her clit swelled to immense size against the side of
his ravaging cock-meat, rubbing harder and harder, getting hotter and hotter. She felt
the juices really flowing inside her now, gushing into her cunt-channel to lubricate the
frenzied fucking of the doggie's hard prick.
Tawny felt her nipples expand and grow stiff as they rubbed against the blankets. She
crouched her chest lower so her sensitive tits could rub harder against the material. It
was driving her mad with lust.
"Oh, God, yes. Fuck me harder, boy. Fuck my little pussy, you fucking mongrel dog.
Fuck my hot box, boy. Oh, yeah. Do it harder. Like that. Make me come, boy!"
Tawny suddenly realized she was begging the animal in a loud voice, almost shouting.
She shoved her face down into the muffling blanket, then yanked her pillow under her
and stuffed a corner of it into her mouth.
The dog fucked her wildly, his heavy thighs jiggling hard as he jerked his cock in and
out of her hole. His black sac of nuts slapped against the underside of her wet cuntmound, 
matting her downy pussy-muff against the soft firm flesh of her cunt-lips.
His dork was like a hot knife in her guts, slicing her into ribbons of pure pleasure. Her
clit was hard and hot against his rubbing pounding prick. Her thighs quivered as she
held herself in position, her head low, her ass as high as she could shove it.
She felt a new sensation in her clit. Oh, God, she was actually going to come this time!
She gritted her teeth and concentrated on the feeling that was burning into her
throbbing clit.
Come, you fucking cunt-hole! she screamed to herself. Come!
Happy fucked her. His dork suddenly sliced deep into her womb, and he locked his
thighs against hers. Tawny groaned in both pleasure and disappointment when she felt
the first hot gouts of the doggie's boiling thick cum blast out of his cock-head and spew
into her tight deep pussy.
Happy yipped loudly, and his balls squeezed his jism into the little girl's hot hole. His
whole body shook on top of her. His front legs clawed for a better hold on her hairless
back. He scratched her badly, one leg slipping off her body and leaving a bright red
welt down her side, just under her ribs.
The fire of his scratching claw sent a thrill of lust deep into Tawny's belly, and she felt
her insides tighten into a hard knot of pleasure.
She felt the pleasure grab her clit and squeeze hard.
"Oh, God," she gasped, her teeth clamping down into the soft pillow. "Please, let me
come!"
Happy fought to get his foot back up on her body. His cock spurted gout after scalding
gout of doggie-cum into the girl's juicy cunt-hole.
Suddenly, Tawny felt his claws digging into her back, and before she could scream in
pain, she was screaming in lusty pleasure. Her clit spasmed hard, and began spurting
her pussy-cum into her tight cunt, flooding her pussy-tube with her very first doggie
climax.
She'd done it. She was shuddering wildly, the dog's cock buried to the fucking hilt
inside her tight fuck-tube. She screamed over and over into her muffling pillow,
bellowing her lusty joy, howling in animal passion as her come made her shake and
tremble violently under her pet doggie's cum-blasting body.
She felt her cunt-tube fill to overflowing with the sweet thick goo of their mingling
climax. She moaned as she felt hot juices gushing out around the base of Happy's cock,
spilling down her bare thighs and wetting the blanket under her shaking knees.
Suddenly, Happy yanked his hard prick out of her hole. It gave a sexy sucking pop, and
the dog began sniffing her ass again. His tongue swiped out over her gooey cumsmeared 
cunt-mound, and he gobbled down a mouthful of the thick fluid.
Tawny wagged her ass at him, hoping he would lick her clean. But the animal hopped
down off the bed. Then, very casually, he ambled back over to his rug and settled down.
With a heavy sigh, he let his eyes rest on the young mistress on the bed.
Tawny was still coming. She felt hot pleasure jerking her body in uncontrollable
spasms. She rolled over onto her side, hugging the pillow to her face, and twitched and
bounced about like a puppet on a madman's strings.
She pussy spurted juice. She felt the hot sticky goo splash up onto her belly as she
bounced and jumped. Her breasts jiggled wildly on her chest, and her nipples felt like
they were about to burst with pleasure.
She suddenly arched high into the air, her cunt blooming wide open, the wet inner
folds of pussy-flesh glistening under the light from the ceiling. Thick white streams of
cum-doggie-cum and little-girl-cum-dribbled down her thighs. Her whole body gave one
last violent quiver, and then slammed back down onto the mattress.
"Ohhh," she moaned loudly into her pillow. She threw her arms wide, dragging the
pillow off her face. She sucked in air for a moment, letting the pleasant heat in her cunt
and clit fade very slowly.
"Jesus," she whispered. She rolled her head and looked at Happy. He was grinning at
her.
She felt so utterly exhausted. She was totally spent, totally fucked out. Her cunt felt full
and sloshy with cum, and her young cunt-muscles clenched tighter, squeezing out more
and more white juice from deep inside her juicy pussy.
"What am I going to do with this blanket?" she whispered to Happy. He lifted his head
sharply, then lowered it, as though shrugging. Why should he worry?


Chapter 2

"What am I going to call you, fella?" Lana said. She pushed her way through the
swinging door into the dining room, and the big wet dog followed, dripping water as he
came.
Lana led him to the bottom of the stairs, then turned and looked at him. He cocked his
head and looked up at her.
"You sure did kill that ham, didn't you?" she laughed. She reached down and patted the
top of his head. "Hey. That's what I'll call you – Killer. Yeah!"
The Shepherd jerked his head in a nod, pushing upward against Lana's hand. He
wanted more petting.
"Come on, Killer. Let's get you cleaned up, huh?"
She whirled and darted up the stairs. Killer barked once, then raced up behind her,
passed her by forcing his way between her legs, and jumped to the top of the stairs.
There, he turned and grinned down at her.
"Show off," she scolded merrily.
She led him down the hallway to the bathroom. She turned on the water in the tub,
and talked excitedly to the big dog as the tub filled with warm water. She tested it with
her hand. Ah, perfect.
"You're going to love this, Killer. A nice warm bath, and you'll feel like a million
bucks."
Killer stuck his head over the side of the tub and looked at the water. He looked back at
the young girl.
"Go on, dummy. Hop in there."
Killer looked at her, then back at the water. He couldn't seem to make up his mind.
Well, Lana thought, maybe he needs the right kind of encouragement.
"OK, fella. Let me show you how it's done."
Lana unknotted the belt at her waist, and her robe fell open. She shrugged it back off
her shoulders. The small bathroom was already a bit steamy from the water in the tub.
She draped the robe over the towel rack near the toilet, then stepped past the huge
shepherd, lifted one elegant leg, and thrust her bare foot down into the warmth of the
water.
"Ahhh," she moaned loudly. She balanced herself by placing one hand on the edge of
the tub, then lifted her other foot into the water. But this caused her to bend way over,
and Killer took his opportunity. He nudged his snout up between little Lana's tight
young asscheeks.
"Ah!" she gasped, slipping forward. She fell with a huge splash into the water. She'd
made it nice and deep, and gallons of water sloshed over the edge of the tub onto the
floor, and onto the startled dog.
He yelped and scrambled backward, away from the splashing, sputtering young
teenager.
Lana finally got up onto her knees in the water, and wiped water from her face. She
glared at the gigantic dog. But his expression made her giggle.
"Come on, boy. It's all right," she coaxed gently. She held out her hands, cocked her
head to one side, and gave him her best innocent look. "Please?"
His tail gave a tentative wag. He found that it still worked fine. He took a step toward
her outstretched hands.
"That's a good doggie. Come on in, Killer. The water's delicious."
Her voice calmed him. He stuck his head over the edge of the tub again, and Lana
began petting and stroking the soggy fur under his throat.
She reached down past his front thigh and gripped his foreleg. She lifted it up over the
tub.
"Come on, you monster. Get in here," she urged him. Killer got the idea at last, and
yanked his front leg back out of the tub. Lana was just about to give up when he gave a
giant leap – and came splashing and crashing down into the water with her. She was
shoved backward, and down she went, her head going under the water. Killer was on
top of her, his legs scrambling for balance. His claws scratched into her belly and into
her tits, digging into the soft flesh of her small nipples. Lana sputtered violently as she
fought to get her head above the water. She pushed and shoved at the animal's legs and
his huge heavy body. Finally, he twisted and jumped down to the end of the tub. Lana
sat up. She gasped for air.
"God. You don't have to drown a girl, do you?"
She caught her breath for a moment, letting them both get used to the idea of being in
a tub full of water together. It was their first time together, after all.
Lana examined the scratches on her tummy and tits. Not too bad. Not deep. Just
stinging. She looked down at Killer and heaved a deep sigh.
He sat there, an odd expression on his beautiful face. He was looking the girl over.
Lana could almost read his thoughts as she saw his eyes drop lower, trying to see down
into the wavy water between her legs.
Lana felt a hard twinge down there. Her cunt-lips were blossoming open. She could feel
her clit starting to react to the dog's lecherous gaze.
"Stop that," she told him sternly. "At least for now," she added quickly. She leaned
forward and stroked the side of the dog's neck, pulling on the fur to urge him toward
her. He came slowly.
Lana had never bathed with a dog. But Killer had been in a tub with a girl before. Lana
was sure of it. His expression told her the story. Some enraged husband had found
Killer fucking with his wife. Good-bye, doggie.
She wondered what it was going to feel like. A doggie's cock. Her first fuck. A big
beautiful dog was going to be her first lover. It made her feel funny all over. But good.
"I'm going to give you my cherry, fella. You just be careful with it, huh?"
Lana turned away from the dog's intense gaze and pulled the bar of soap off the tray.
"Come on, Killer. Let's get you cleaned up," she said. She got up on her knees and
leaned over the animal's back. She wet the bar of soap, and began scrubbing him down.
She ran the soap all over his body, and the dog seemed to love it. He stood passively
and let the child bathe him.
Lana laughed and babbled all the time. She splashed the water up over him, rinsing the
soap off. She was happy to note there were no fleas in the water that drained from his
body.
Finally, she took the bar of soap in hand, and eased it down under his hind legs. She
recoiled as her wrist struck the hard hot rod of his cock.
It was erect and ready.
"My God. You're huge!" she gasped.
Killer lapped his tongue against her shoulder. Lana jerked. Her body was drenched
from the steamy water. She felt odd sensations shooting through her belly, up and
down her spine, blazing in her loins.
Her hand trembled as she sudsed the dog's furry cock-sheath. Very tenderly, she
stroked the bar of soap over his immense balls. She gulped, swallowing with the
greatest difficulty, his cock felt so big. It was as long as her forearm, for God's sake.
How could her virgin pussy-hole stretch open enough to take such a massive monster?
Killer stood still and let the girl excite him. His cock was hard and hot. His body
quivered. He wanted to fuck this kid. He could sense her hesitation. Just like the last
lady he'd fucked.
Lana put the soap back in the tray and began rinsing his gigantic prick. She cupped his
big balls in her hand. But her hand was too small to hold his huge nuts.
She blew air from her open mouth. God, it was hot in here. She wanted to feel cool
sheets around her body.
Sweat dripped from her forehead. She wiped it away with the back of her wrist.
"OK, Killer. That's all. Hop out."
Instantly, the big dog obeyed. He leaped neatly out of the tub and shook himself hard,
splattering the water all over the floor and walls of the steamy bathroom.
"Enough already," Lana complained. She sat in the water for another minute, gathering
her courage. She glanced at the huge red shaft of fuck-meat that dangled from Killer's
wet loins.
Lana shook her head in astonishment. "You'll kill me," she told the animal. "So I guess
I named you right, didn't I?" Killer snorted.
Lana sighed again, then got up onto her knees. She gave her body a quick soaping and
rinse, even though she'd already taken a nice long shower that evening.
Then she stood up and stepped out of the tub. She started to bend over to let the drain
open when she remembered the dog's favorite trick.
She looked at him with a grin, then knelt at the side of the tub, pulling the drain open.
Water began gurgling out of the tub. Lana stood up again, and yanked a towel from the
shelf.
She threw it over Killer's head.
Killer shook his head with a hard snap and the towel flew off. He snorted again. Lana
grabbed up the towel and began drying him from head to toe. He loved the attention.
Lana rubbed the warm towel vigorously over his body. His fur quickly grew soft and
fluffy. It glowed with the sheen of good health.
Lana was extremely pleased with the result when she finally stood up from drying the
animal.
"You sure are beautiful," she said.
She took down another towel and dried herself quickly. As she rubbed it over her tits,
she noticed that the scratches were very slight. She gave herself a good hard once-over
in the misty mirror.
"You're beautiful, too, Lana," she said to the image. She threw the towel down and
pulled the door open. A blast of cooler air swirled into the room, chilling her. Naked,
she dashed down the hallway and into her bedroom. The dog was right behind her all
the way, nipping playfully at her bare legs. Lana jumped onto her bed and rolled up
over the mattress to the headboard. Killer leaped up, too. He jumped to the center of
the bed and crouched, his head low, his rear end high. His eyes glittering and flashing,
he gave a loud bark.
"Oh? You've played this game before, haven't you, boy?" Lana said, nodding.
She pressed her back against the wooden headboard. Maybe I should let him take the
lead from here, she thought. After all, I don't know anything about fucking with a dog.
And he knows about fucking little girls, I bet.
Lana grabbed her pillow and protected herself by covering her young tits. She locked
her thighs together by crossing her knees.
Killer went flat on his belly, his head resting between his outstretched front legs. He
looked at the young teenager with his big beautiful intelligent eyes, as though just
waiting for the right command.
Lana looked back into his deep eyes.
"Well, Killer," she whispered. "Now what?"

* * *

Tawny grinned evilly. She snickered to herself as she made up a very diabolical little
plan. She knew that her father had devised a peephole, just over her bed, where he
could spy on her while she slept. She figured he was hoping to catch her playing with
herself.
"What would you ever do, Daddy dear, if you saw me do my thing with Happy?" she
whispered, looking up toward the telltale little hole in her ceiling.
She had discovered the hole simply by looking at the ceiling. One day, a week or so
ago, she'd come in from school, and on her bed had been a little pile of white dust. She
looked up. There it was.
Her heart had fluttered a little at the thought that her father was interested enough in
her body to want to spy on her. She had been very pleased.
But she'd never really dared to do anything, as much as she wanted to. She was eager to
find out how well she could use her body to interest men. Still, she hesitated.
It had taken her almost the whole week to screw up enough courage to lie there naked.
She knew her daddy was up there. It had been very hard to lie still, pretending to be
asleep. Just keeping her breathing under control was almost impossible.
She heard him crawling over the boards to his spy hole. She quickly kicked the covers
off and pushed her pajama bottoms down around her knees, unbuttoning the tops all
the way. Then she curled her body slightly, trying to make it look like she got into this
half-naked state innocently, in her sleep, tossing and turning.
How excited she was.
It was totally fantastic. Knowing her own daddy was up there, right above her, peeking
down at his pretty little girl's naked young body. It drove Tawny wild. She couldn't stay
still. She rolled over, flat on her back. She opened her eyes just barely, trying to see her
father's eye. Her little heart battered at her rib cage. She couldn't breathe.
She spread her slim legs as wide as her confining pajama bottoms would allow, offering
her daddy a clear view of her tender young cunt-mound, all soft and downy with the
first pale growth of pussy-hair.
How long she lay there for him, open and spread and naked, she couldn't tell. But it
had been over all too fast to suit her. She heard some strange sounds from overhead,
and after a moment of silence she could make out the snapping and groaning of the
wooden beams as her father made his way back across the boards.
Ohhh, damn!
She had to go into the bathroom to take care of her little pussy. She sat on the toilet
and lifted both heels up onto the seat, pressing them tightly against her hard assmuscles. 
There, alone, she fingered her swollen little clit until she gave a hard shudder.
She came quickly, hard and fast, dribbling her juices waste-fully into the cold water in
the toilet bowl.
Then, calmer, she went to bed. But it took her a hell of a long time to get to sleep.
As she lay on her bed, she felt the blood begin tingling in her veins. Her sleepiness after
fucking Happy vanished. The thought of giving her daddy a show filled her pussy with
a tight knot of pleasure.
She shivered in delight as she hopped off her bed and rushed over to the door.
"Mom?" she called.
"Yes, dear?"
"I'm going to bed now, Mommy. Good night."
"OK, darling. Good night. Pleasant dreams."
"See you in the morning, Mom. Good night, Daddy."
"Night, Tawny," the girl's father called back. Tawny's heart leaped. Good. Her daddy
was down the hall in his study. That would give him the opportunity to slip up into the
attic without arousing her mother's suspicions. Wonderful.
Tawny pressed her ear to her bedroom door and listened. Almost immediately, she
heard her father sneaking past, heading for the attic door at the end of the hall. When
she heard the tiny click of the attic door opening, she gulped hard. She whirled, raced
back to her bed and leaped onto it.
What was she going to do for him?
It would take him a minute or so to get into position. She would know he was in place
when the light shower of dust slipped from his peephole. She grinned as she heard a
board creak.
Too bad she was already naked, Tawny thought. She could do a nice slow striptease for
him. Tawny knew that men loved to watch a girl take her clothes off. All the way.
All the way?
Tawny stretched out fully on her bed. She rolled her head and looked over at Happy.
He was watching her. He could sense her excitement. His tail gave a quick little twitch.
As she stared at him, he lifted his head.
Another board crunched overhead, closer to the peephole.
Tawny glanced up, then back at Happy.
She licked her lips.
Decide, she warned herself. Hurry up and decide.
She bit her lips. What if she did it? What would her daddy do to her, if he saw her
fucking Happy? But what could he do? If he did anything, it would be a dead giveaway
that he'd been spying on her, and then he'd be in trouble. So he couldn't do anything
about it.
Could he?
Happy stood up, but stayed on his rug. His head was cocked expectantly. Tawny could
see his hanging prick growing harder.
Another snap above her head.
Damn. Hurry up.
Tawny suddenly patted her mattress.
"Here, Happy. Come on, fella," she whispered urgently. The dog dashed and leaped,
sprawling onto the bed beside his young mistress, he began licking at her bare shoulder,
his wide wet tongue tickling her skin.
"Silly ass," Tawny scolded him, delighted with her decision. She was going to give her
daddy the show of his life. She loved her father and wanted to please him. This, she
knew, would please the hell out of him.
Or drive him crazy.
She heard the shifting and creaking that told her he was in position, directly over her
bed. He would be looking down at her naked little body just about now.
"I love you, Happy," she said aloud, hoping her words would travel upstairs to her
father's ears.
"Oooo, I love you, doggie. I need you, Happy. I need you so bad," Tawny moaned,
letting herself go. She stretched her body out on her bed, the covers pushed off onto the
floor. She cupped her small firm tits in her hands, her thumbs flicking hard over her
tender nipple-buds, making them swell into stiff nubs of pale brown flesh.
"Here, boy," she cooed to doggie. She reached over with one hand and directed
Happy's snout to her tits. Happy, eager to please, began lapping at the soft smooth
flesh, his rough tongue slapping against her sensitive nipple.
Tawny closed her eyes and began licking her lips over and over as she felt the dog's
tongue sandpapering her tender nipple-flesh. It felt great. The sensation drove deep into
her tit. She loved the wetness, the warmth, the roughness of the animal's tongue. He
covered her tits with doggie saliva, made them glisten with his drool.
Up in the attic, Tawny's daddy, John, held his breath. My God, he thought, what the
hell is she doing down there? His cock was rigid. He opened his pants and hauled his
huge shaft of fuck-meat out, gripping it tightly in his fist. Damn, look at Tawny. She
loves that shit. A damned dog, eating her fucking tits. Man, I'd give my left nut to be
able to suck those little buds like that.
Tawny moaned loudly. The sound of his daughter's lust reached John's ears. He felt his
balls expand. Hot fucking damn, that little bitch. If he'd known she was this fucking
horny, he'd have done something more than just spy on her. Shit.
His cock jumped in his fist.
Careful. No sense wasting it, yet.
Down on her bed, Tawny was writhing wildly under Happy's lapping and slapping
tongue. His teeth nipped her tender nipples a few times, sending a jolt of sharp pain
into her body. It just made her hornier.
"Mmmmmm. Ohhh, doggie. Yessss. Bite my nipples, boy. Suck my tits. Ohhh," the
little girl groaned, arching her back a little to force her young tit-mound farther into the
dog's gobbling mouth.
She jammed her tit into his mouth, scraping her soft skin over his sharp teeth.
"Bite me hard, honey. Come on. Uh. Oh, yeah. It feels so good, doggie."
John was going nuts. His cock wanted to blast the whole fucking attic full of cum. He
gripped his prick as tight as he could to keep it from going off.
His eyes were glued to his peephole. He couldn't believe what his little daughter was
letting that fucking mutt do to those precious little tits of hers. Jesus, look at that.
Tawny was hot for it. She pushed a hand down to her pussy. She spread her long slim
legs wide open and began massaging and caressing her moist slit. Her juices were
flowing. Very quickly, her whole hand was glistening with lubrication fluid, and the
downy muff of her twat-hair was mashed flat against her cunt-lips.
She was gasping for air through her open mouth. Her head rolled from side to side, and
her beautiful thick hair became tangled across her lovely face.
"Ouch," she cried out suddenly.
Happy had bitten into her nipple hard, slicing deep into the soft flesh of the swollen
nubbin. Tawny pushed the animal's face away from her breasts, and she sat up to
inspect her tit.
"Oh, dear. Now look what you've done to me, you beast," the little girl said sternly. A
tiny trickle of red blood slipped down over the soft slope of her small tit, ran down over
her tummy, and vanished into her soft wet pussy-hair.
But the flow quickly stopped. It was a slight wound. Tawny touched her fingertip to the
cut on her nipple and suddenly smeared the red blood all over her pert dark tit-tip.
John's chest hurt. God. He wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer if she kept
this up.
Tawny stretched back out on the bed. She was so fucking hot and horny now that
nothing short of an earthquake could have stopped her.
"Come here, you naughty doggie," Tawny said firmly.
Happy jumped forward again, eager to obey. His tongue lolled out the side of his
mouth. He let the young teenager push him down to her waist.
Tawny grabbed her pillow and shoved it down under her asscheeks, arching her body
up over it. This position offered her cunt to the doggie's drooling mouth.
"Eat my pussy, Happy. Eat my little cunt. Please?" she begged, spreading her thighs
wide apart.
Happy knew his business well. He jumped over the child's bare thigh and landed right
between her legs. His head ducked down to her pussy and his tongue slashed out. He
swiped it over her sweet tasty pussy-mound.
Tawny arched into a hard taut bow of young girl-flesh. She clawed at the blankets. Her
head went far back and she cried out her pleasure, urging the dog to chew her cunt, to
make her come.
Happy nibbled at her pussy, a few strands of wet hair catching in his teeth. As he
jerked his head around between her thighs, Tawny jumped and twitched. The dog
pulled the hair out of her cunt-flesh and it hurt.
Tawny gasped. She grunted. Her whole body quickly grew wet with sweat. She was
moving slowly, undulating her hips up and down off the pillow, fucking her pussymound 
very slowly into Happy's nuzzling snout, trying to mash her hot swollen clit
into his teeth.
"Oooo, doggie. Eat my cunt. Yeah. Oh, yeah!"
Overhead, John was in a hot sweat, too. His cock had never been so fucking hard. It
burned in his fist. It throbbed and ached for release. His balls felt like head weights.
He was drooling over the peephole.
He was watching the family pooch chew out his daughter's wet cunt. Jesus. John
wanted to rush down there and shove his pulsing prick up the little girl's tight cunt
hole, ram her full of his thick cum.
Why should that fucking mongrel have all the pussy? Why should a girl want a dog,
instead of a man? Well, John told himself, tomorrow he'd sure as hell make a move on
the kid. Let her know she didn't have to waste her pussy on fucking a damned dog, for
God's sake. Not when there was a man in the house!
Happy gobbled the kid's soft wet cunt like it was a delicious steak. He loved the taste of
her pussy-meat. His tongue lapped her juices. He whimpered as he gulped down the
sweet fluid.
Tawny whimpered, too. Her nipples stung with lust. They were swollen into huge
lumps of brown flesh, poking out "from her small firm tit-mounds, throbbing and
pulsing.
She ground her twat up into Happy's face. He pressed back down, chewing at her soggy
cunt-hair, nipping at her firm young cunt-lips. His tongue sliced deep into her tight slit,
scooping out the hot juices. The wide blade of his slobbering tongue slid up over her
piping-hot clit, driving the child to distraction with lust and pleasure.
Tawny threw her hands downward and gripped the sides of Happy's huge head. She
squatted down, spreading her thighs as wide as she possibly could, and hugged the
dog's head to her cunt as she pumped up into his gobbling snout.
"Oh, Jesus. I'm going to come!" she cried out. Her whole body grew hot, and the sweat
gushed out of her. She quivered. Suddenly, she stiffened, slapped her thighs up, and
locked the big doggie-head tightly to her twat. She began pumping furiously against
Happy's hard nose, bashing her clit into the cold button at the end of his snout.
Happy drove his nose right into her cunt-channel, drilling his snout between her tight
pussy-lips with a sharp short shake of his muzzle. His sandpapery nose mashed into
Tawny's swollen clit, and sent her over the edge.
"Oh, God," she shouted. Her thighs locked about the animal's head. John watched her
body shuddering violently as she humped and fucked the dog's face.
Happy thrust his tongue into her hole, gulping out the hot flood of cum from the teen's
cunt-hole.
Tawny writhed madly, jumped, jerked, twitched hard. She arched higher, driving her
gushing cunt-hole against the dog's long muzzle. She quivered violently, and the whole
bed shook with the strength of the little girl's climax.
She threw her arms high above her head, her long hair, stringy from her sweating,
slashed wildly from side to side as she jerked her head about, gasping hard for air.
Suddenly, Tawny's thighs yawned open, and Happy jerked his head away. He leaped off
the bed, sneezed hard several times, then sauntered over to his rug as though this was a
nightly occurrence, nothing to get excited about.
But Tawny lifted her knees high, grabbed her thighs with her hands. John had a clear
view of her puffy young twat-lips, swollen huge and open in her young lust. He could
see the white stringy cum spilling out of her tight slit and dribbling down under her
ass, coating the whole bottom part of her cunt-mound, sliding down to cover her
asshole.
Tawny held herself curled up like this until she felt the hard gushing stop. She gave a
final twitch of pleasure, then very slowly relaxed. Her long legs stretched out straight.
Then she spread them wide again.
She pulled the pillow from under her ass, then let it fall onto the floor. She crossed one
arm over her forehead. Under cover of her arm, she tried to peer up into the tiny hole
in the ceiling.
"Ohhh, Happy," she groaned loudly for her daddy's benefit. "You really know how to
eat a girl's cunt."
John groaned, too. Well, fuck it all, Tawny, he shouted in his mind, I know how to eat
your fucking cunt, too. Damn you. Just give me a fucking chance, will you?
Exactly the same thought was crossing Tawny's mind. What would her daddy's cock
feel like inside her tight hole? The same as Happy's huge slab of meat?
Tawny heaved a huge sigh of pleasure. Her cunt-mound was soaked with her warm
cum, and Happy's thick drool. She reached down with her other hand and massaged
herself slowly, smearing the gooey juices into her skin.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed loudly.
She finally stretched hard, then spread herself wide open and just lay there, exhausted
for the second time that evening. It felt so nice to lie there, naked and warm in her own
bedroom, knowing her daddy was upstairs looking down at her. And outside, the sound
of the storm raging and lashing against the house. It made everything feel so cozy and
safe and happy.
Over her head, John was hunched over his peephole. He couldn't stop it. His cock
pulsed once, his nuts squeezed hard, and a thick stream of cum shot from his cockhead. 
It splashed against the wall, several feet away.
He tried to muffle his groans as his cock spewed his hot jism all over the attic floor. He
stood up, bent over under the low ceiling, and twitched, his knees weak. His cum hosed
down the whole fucking attic.
"Oooo, baby," he moaned. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, doll. Damned if I'm
gonna let that fucking mutt have all the fun!"
His cock shot a final wad. His prick remained stiff, aching and throbbing. He couldn't
fit it back inside his pants. He'd have to stay put for a while, until his cock calmed
down enough to let him go back downstairs.
Oh, damn. What a kid that fucking Tawny was turning out to be. Right here in his own
house, he had a horny teenager. Every man's dream.
Fantastic.
John leaned over his peephole again, to take another look at his naked little girl – and
her wet pussy.
But the hole was blocked.
"Oh-oh," John whispered.
The hole was filled with a gob of his spunk.
Down on her bed, little teenage Tawny watched as the peephole expanded outward,
formed a drop. She frowned at it. What the hell? Then she realized what had happened.
With great delight, she shifted around on her bed.
The drop of her daddy's cum landed on the tip of her tongue. Tawny sucked on the
small bit of stringy goo for a long time. And it was a long time before she heard her
daddy make his way back across the boards and leave the attic.


Chapter 3

Lana lay pressed against the headboard of her bed. She held her pillow tightly to her
tits and her knees were still crossed.
She watched Killer closely.
The dog watched her back.
Lana was having second thoughts about letting his big animal put his massive cock into
her virgin cunt-hole. She almost feel it ripping her open. She knew she was tight, from
the times she put her finger inside there. It had been nearly impossible to stuff the
second finger inside at the same time.
What was it going to feel like? What if she got hurt? Really hurt? What if the dog's
huge cock damaged her in some way, so that she couldn't fuck with a man?
A thousand confusing thoughts filled the young teenager's mind as she lay there,
staring a the beautiful young dog.
She wanted it.
She wanted to get rid of her virginity. Give her cherry to this handsome animal. Her
whole body longed for it, begged for it.
A sudden loud crack of thunder close by startled both the girl and the dog. Lana
became aware of the storm outside the house. She became aware of her pretty room,
how nice and cozy it was in here.
Killer whimpered low.
Lana returned her gaze.
"I'm scared, fella," she told him quietly. "I don't want to get hurt. And you're a pretty
big fella. Just give me a few more minutes, OK?"
Killer sniffed, licked his lips.
Lana smiled.
"You are a handsome devil, though. And I really do want to let you do it to me.
Killer shifted, then moved forward toward Lana, crawling on his belly. Lana pursed her
lips. She almost told him to stop. But she didn't.
Killer moved up close to her body. She felt the warmth of the animal's fur. Her heart
was fluttering lightly. A strange tingle flowed through her veins.
Lana shivered as she reached out with one hand and tenderly stroked the furry side of
Killer's big body. Immediately, she could feel the hard tension in his muscles.
"Poor boy," she said softly. "Are you scared, too?"
The expression on the dog's face told Lana the truth. Yes, he was scared, but not of
fucking her. He knew all about a young girl's cunt-hole. He was scared of the loud
thunder, the whipping rain against the shaking windows. The sound echoed all over the
big house.
Lana dug her fingers into his soft fur. She pushed the pillow off the bed and onto the
floor. Killer instantly moved up closer to her naked flesh.
"Ohhh," Lana moaned, giving in to her feelings. She lowered her head to Killer's neck
and hugged him tightly. She felt her whole body crouching against the warmth and the
comforting strength of this huge animal.
Killer shifted on the bed, rolled over onto his side, partly dragging Lana's naked young
body on top of him. Lana could sense what he wanted, and it surprised her that she felt
so in-tune with the animal's desires.
Her hand crept down over his soft belly to the furry sheath that held his cock. It felt
funny in her hand. She stroked his soft cock and felt it stiffen and expand.
Killer whined low in his throat. He stayed perfectly still, letting the girl take her time,
enjoying the familiar sensation of a little girl's hand on his dog-prick.
Lana gulped. She let her mind go. She nuzzled her face into his furry neck, rubbing her
own pretty hair into the doggie's thick pelt. She found herself moving downward along
his tummy.
Her lips kissed at the fur lightly. Then, as her mouth moved over his hairless lower
belly, she kissed the warm flesh fully. She sucked on the dog's tummy, licking and
sucking on the soft loose flesh. Killer moaned.
Lana held on to his massive prick. She kissed and sucked at the furry sheath, the long
strands of doggie fur tickling her nose. She buried her face down into his crotch. Her
hand moved down the hard hot shaft of his cock and gently cupped the animal's huge
sac of hard balls.
She felt his cock jerk. It was like a bar of steel, stiff and beautifully curved. Perfect for
fucking.
Sme smelled the strange, exciting odor of the dog's crotch. It made her dizzy. She
tongued and sucked a mouthful of his fur as she carefully kneaded and caressed Killer's
magnificent balls.
Killer twitched. His balls grew harder and heavier in the girl's hot hand. Her delicate
fingers toyed with the sensitive skin that held his huge balls, driving the dog wild.
"Mmmmmm, you smell good," Lana groaned into the base of his immense cock. She
nuzzled him, rubbing her nose and cheeks deep into his sleek fur.
Killer was flat on his back now, his rear legs splayed wide apart. Lana lifted her head a
little bit. She breathed deeply for a moment, enjoying the sensation of floating warmth
that encompassed her whole body. Not to mention her young cunt.
She lifted one knee and moved it over Killer's belly. She straddled him, her asscheeks
toward his head. Killer nudged her ass with his nose, then lay back.
Lana twitched at the touch, gave a little giggle. But most of her attention was on the
dog's beautiful cock. Her tongue swept out over her lips, wetting them.
She squatted down, her soft virgin cunt-mound pressing down into the hard bone of the
dog's chest. Her thighs quivered as they clutched the animal's rib cage tightly. She
shifted, settled herself comfortably on top of him, careful not to put her full weight on
his chest.
She cleared her throat.
The dog's cock stuck up straight in front of her. It was bright-red, moist, inviting. Lana
felt weak. Her belly was hard and taut with a twisted knot of pleasure. Her cunt-tube
felt all slippery and loose and wet and hot. Her nipple-buds were firm and high and so
hard that they hurt.
She gulped.
She leaned forward, pressing her palms into the mattress on either side of the dog's ass.
Her face moved down to the tip of Killer's gigantic prick-head.
She stuck out the very tip of her tongue. She tasted the very tip of Killer's cock-head.
Her tongue zipped back into her mouth. She took a moment to catch her breath, then
stuck her tongue back out. She tasted the cock-head again. Salty, sticky, nice.
She pushed her tongue out all the way and licked a circle of saliva all the way around
the tip of the animal's cock. Killer whimpered. One leg kicked. His hard prick lurched
against Lana's lips.
Lana parted her lips as she licked lower down on his fat cock. She opened her mouth
and took the head of his cock inside. Her tongue stroked around and around, wetting
the bright-red flesh. Her lips stretched wide as she pushed her mouth down over his
huge shaft of meat. She felt the head of Killer's cock touch the back of her throat. She
gagged slightly, then closed her lips around his hot prick.
Killer yipped. His cock jumped in the girl's mouth, hitting hard deep in her throat.
Lana gagged, but kept her mouth over his cock. She sucked the huge head. She
slobbered her saliva onto the massive rod and began bobbing her head up and down,
very slowly at first.
She pulled her head back, her hard suction pulling on the dog's cock. She gulped down
her own saliva. She shoved her mouth back down on the iron-hard tool, letting it fill
her whole mouth until it was banging into the back of her throat.
Then she sucked hard, pulled her head back. Slowly, she increased the speed of her
sucking. Her mouth worked almost automatically. It was as though she'd known how
to suck dog-cock all her life.
Lana's head bobbed up and down on Killer's cock faster and faster. She ground her soft
young cunt-mound into the hard chest bone under her. Her mouth gushed saliva as she
sucked and tongued the big dog's prick. Her whole body shook and quivered as she
sucked harder and harder on his delicious cock.
Killer was whimpering and whining loudly, his loins pumping slightly as he felt his
balls bloat with cum.
Lana sucked and drooled and slobbered all over his hot cock. Her face grew wet with
the saliva that splashed from her lips. Her nose pushed down into the wet fur of the
dog's cock-sheath.
Her pussy slipped and slid over the animal's furry chest. It felt odd, but great. Her
pussy-lips stretched and mashed into his soft fuzzy fur. She arched and twisted as she
tried to grind her swollen little clit against Killer's chest.
Her thighs clenched at his sides, clamping hard. Killer moaned, twisted, jerked under
her body. His hips pumped hard, ramming his dog-cock deep into the child's hot wet
throat.
Lana could feel the difference in his motions. His muscles tightened all over. His rear
end began humping her mouth, jamming his cock into her mouth as though he was
fucking some wild young bitch in heat.
His loins humped and pumped his prick into her mouth, fucking her throat harder and
harder.
Lana shifted her weight, grabbing Killer's balls in one small hand. She stroked and
kneaded his hard nuts gently, squeezing them, teasing them. Killer fucked the kid's
mouth wildly. Lana cupped the dog's balls. They were burning hot in her hand. Her
slim fingers curled around the sac, feeling each huge ball.
She could sense the nearness of Killer's climax. Her body glistened with sweat, now,
and she sucked more gently on his cock, concentrating on the wide head.
Suddenly, she felt the dog's prick go stiffer, harder, hotter. Her lips stretched away from
the sides of the sleek shaft.
She made her decision all at once.
She started to lift her leg to swing it over the dog's body so she could squat her cunt
hole down on the hot rod of fuck-meat.
But just at that moment, Killer humped his cock deep into Lana's tender throat, and a
hot thick glob of doggie-cum blasted into her mouth.
Lana gasped and gagged on the hot gob of cum, but she quickly swallowed it down. She
gulped fast as wad after hot wad of thick gooey juice flooded out of the animal's pulsing
prick-head.
She sputtered as the cum filled her mouth and puffed out her cheeks. She couldn't keep
up with it. As fast as she gulped his jism down into her tummy, more gushed from
Killer's pumping prick and filled her cheeks.
She moaned as she felt his jism push out around the base of Killer's cock and spill out
over her lips. She opened her mouth slightly to suck it back inside, but even more of
Killer's spunk flushed out of her mouth. She groaned as the sticky white fluid dribbled
down her chin and dripped down into the furry crotch under her lips.
She wanted every drop of the delicious goo.
She swallowed as much as she could handle, and still it kept blasting into her throat.
She was gagging badly. She was drowning in the stuff.
Killer fucked Lana's pretty mouth harder and wilder. His cock hosed her throat with
cum. His balls jerked and jumped as Lana let go of them. His wild frenzied fucking
made the huge black sac slap hard against the child's cum-smeared face.
Lana had to pull her mouth off his prick. She couldn't breathe. She held her mouth
open, only inches from his spouting prick-head, and let the dog fuck her lips.
The cum gushed out of his pecker. The thick hot juice gushed from Lana's lips. She
ducked her head a little, let the stream of cum shoot against her eyes, her forehead. She
bent lower and felt the hot fluid spew into her thick hair, matting it to her scalp.
She rolled and rubbed her head into the tip of Killer's prick. Laughing and giggling
quietly, Lana raised both hands to her head and began massaging the thick jism into
her beautiful hair as though it was a shower of shampoo.
She dug her fingers into the stuff, clawed at her scalp, mashed and kneaded the doggie
cum into her lovely hair with delight. She lifted her head, nuzzled her cheeks against
the pumping prick, smeared the animal's cum all over her pretty face. Finally, she
screwed her mouth down over his immense cock, sucking the last drops of hot cum
from the fat shaft of doggie fuck-meat.
She felt Killer give a hard shudder. His legs stiffened. He tried to twist out from under
her body. Lana moaned as she felt his body turn over, his furry back slide firmly out
from under her cunt, rubbing along the full length of her moist virgin cunt-slit.
She rolled aside on the bed.
Her tongue thrust out, lapping up the cooling jism that coated her chin, her thin lips,
the tip of her nose. She held her hands up and looked with glittering eyes at the thick
gouts of fuck-juice that covered her slender fingers.
Her eyelids were sticky and gooey with Killer's cum. She blinked as the white juice
dribbled down over her eyes. She wiped the stuff away with her fingertips.
"God, Killer, that was something," Lana said, the words coming in gasps as she caught
her breath.
Killer was lying on his side beside her. He licked her shoulder. Lana reached out and
stroked his soft muzzle.
"Good boy," she cooed tenderly.
She worked her tongue around inside her sticky mouth, tasting the delicious fuck-fluids
that had spurted from Killer's fat cock. She loved the taste. She loved the gooiness, the
thick mouth-filling chewyness of the dog's cum.
She threw her arms high above her head and stretched, purring in pleasure.
Killer sniffed her armpit, lapped his tongue into the salty crease. Lana giggled, jerked
her arm down.
"Hey. That tickles, you beast."
Killer snorted loudly in reply. It sounded like a laugh to Lana. She grinned, and threw
her arms about the big animal's strong neck.
She hugged him hard, pulling his body close to hers, curling herself against him. One
leg lifted and slipped over the dog's rear end. His rear paw jerked and pressed hard
right into her cunt-mound.
Lana gasped.
She ground her pussy firmly against Killer's paw. It felt rough, like heavy-grained
sandpaper. She hugged him harder as she worked her pussy-lips open against his claws.
She wanted to come. She wanted to mash her aching young clit against Killer's rough
paw.
She was hot, horny, a young virgin in heat. Her body clamped tightly around Killer,
her thighs locking his rear leg in place with his paw pressed hard into her tight virgin
twat-slit.
She moaned as she moved her ass, trying to find exactly the right place to pump her
clit. I
"Oh, Killer. I love you. I need you. I need to come, baby. Help me come, Killer. I don't
know how to do it. Please, help me, honey!"
The big dog shifted and suddenly Lana found herself partly under him, one arm pressed
down against the mattress, one leg captured.
Killer's huge paw moved very slightly against Lana's puffy cunt-mound. One big rough
pad slipped between her pussy-lips. It grew quickly wet with Lana's fragrant cunt-juices.
He held this position as through trained through long years of fucking.
Lana moved gently. She gasped out loud. Killer had put his paw pad right on her
sensitive clit.
All she had to do was pump, very slightly, very gently, and her clit would rub against
the rough wet pad exactly right.
"Oh, Killer. You are magnificent," Lana said, leaning against him and kissing the tip of
his nose. Slowly, the young teenager began humping her swollen cunt against the
animal's huge paw pad.
Her firm cunt-lips parted fully around the animal's foot, and her slippery slimy juices
quickly began dribbling out of her hole. With her free arm, Lana caressed the big dog's
neck, stroked the soft fluffy fur of his throat.
"Oh, yes. It feels so nice. It hurts just a little bit, just the right amount, Killer.
Mmmmmm," Lana murmured, rolling her face against the dog's long snout. She kissed
the long wet slit of his mouth, her tongue snaking out and stroking under the animal's
lips. She could feel the sharp hard canine teeth, taste the warm doggie-saliva.
The hurt in her young pussy felt pleasant. The rough paw grinding into her hot wet clit
made her twitch and whimper low with belly-tightening jabs of pain.
Lana gripped Killer's neck firmly with her free arm and kissed him fully on his mouth.
Her head rolled against his as her tongue slipped between his lips, working wildly
against his teeth. She thrust her tongue out as far as she could, forced it between the
animal's teeth, and tasted his tongue.
She sucked the drool from his mouth, kissed him, sucked the short soft fur along his
snout, licked and tongued the strangely jagged flap of black skin of his lips.
She squeezed her thighs tighter around the dog's hind leg and humped her clit harder
against his rough paw pad.
Her tits ached. She could feel them growing. They seemed to expand. And her nipples
were like two hard little stones rubbing against the strong front thighs of the huge beast
beside her.
Killer's leg suddenly jerked in a spasm. "Ouch. Oh, God, that hurt!" Lana cried. The
animal's paw gouged into her cunt-hole.
One huge thick claw scraped hard over her swollen clit-button, sending a long deep
pain knifing into her loins.
It felt like her clit had been clawed off her body. She moaned and clutched the dog
tighter as her clit-nubbin throbbed painfully, pulsing like a hot coal in the virgin slit of
her young pussy-hole.
"Oh, it hurts, Killer. Mmmmmm! Uhhh!"
The dog wasn't giving her clit time to absorb the agony of his clawing. He scraped his
claw over her wet cunt again, twisting his foreleg as he drove his whole paw between
her pussy-lips, spreading them grotesquely wide apart. His whole foot pressed into her
tight virgin channel, the claws gouging into the soft wet walls of her pussy-tube.
"Noooo," the child moaned weakly, loving it.
She was sweating hard, horny as fucking hell. Her lips and pretty blushing cheeks were
smeared thickly with glistening gobs of doggie-drool. Her tongue licked her lips
continually as she panted for breath.
She spread her thighs apart, grinding her cunt-hole down onto the dog's raping foot.
She felt her cunt expanding around the huge foot, but not enough. Not enough to
allow it to slide all the way into her fuck-hole.
She felt a sharp painful burning inside her tight pussy-hole. The dog's massive foot had
burst her fucking little cherry!
Lana gasped as she realized she'd just been raped by a dog's foot.
Killer kneaded his paw into Lana's hot wet channel, trying to shove it all the way up
into her fucking virgin womb. His claws ripped and tore at the soft flesh of her inner
lips, the bright pink cunt-folds mashing painfully as the dog's foot twisted and pushed
into her pussy-hole.
"Ohhhh, God. Uhhh. Ahhh," the little girl moaned. She gnashed her teeth, shoved her
wet face deep into the dog's furry neck, clung tightly to his body.
She spread her legs wide, humping her cunt hard against his foot. She shivered as she
felt the hot juices flowing, flooding into her tight pussy, gushing into the pawing
clawing foot.
"Oh, yes," the child groaned in heat. Her body moved against the huge animal. She
shuddered hard, humped and pumped her pretty little cunt onto the pressing foot.
She felt the deep heat. Her loins were tight and hard with a twisted knot of lust. She
gasped. She could barely breathe. She was chewing the dog's fur, grunting, sweating
like a horny little pig.
Her hard nipples were throbbing, pulsing, itching. Her heart raced madly, battering at
her rib cage from within. It hurt the girl to take a deep breath. She gasped and gulped
air in rapid, shallow snorts. Killer yipped.
His foot suddenly dug in hard, his claw scraping and gouging her clit.
Lana stifled a loud shriek of pure agony and threw her head back. Her lungs sucked
their fill of air. She locked her throat, holding the shuddering scream within her body.
She jerked hard.
She blasted her cum into her tight pussy-hole. The hot fluid gushed into her, flowed
out of her twat-lips. Thick white cum dribbled out of her hot little hole, smeared against
Killer's foot, wet her thighs and pussy-mound, oozed down along the tight crack of her
asscheeks, wetting the blankets beneath her humping body.
She fucked her gushing twat into the doggie's digging foot, mashing and squashing her
hot clit against the cum-smeared foot pads of Killer's paw.
A faint hint of virgin blood slipped out of her cunt, making the stark white fluid
slightly pink. It quickly vanished.
She humped her pussy hard, her thighs flopping wildly as her body arched up and
down, pumping against the dog's leg.
Lana gave a loud hard gasp. The air blasted from her lungs, and she began panting
hard, drooling out the corner of her mouth.
The climax twisted her loins. Her womb spasmed, clutched and sucked at the
nonexistent cock that should have been raming up her hole, filling her, spreading her,
stretching her.
Lana felt the hard shuddering of her orgasm. It was wild. It drove her crazy with lust
and pleasure. But still she felt empty. Her cunt-hole needed a real cock. It longed for a
hard prick slamming violently in and out of her clutching, sucking pussy.
The fluids spilled out, soaking her pussy and thighs and asscheeks. Killer pushed his
paw hard into her cunt. He kneaded the child's cunt-mound like a kitten kneading a
soft blanket.
Suddenly Lana stiffened, her whole body arched tightly into a taut bow. She quivered
violently. She gave a sharp cry of pleasure, joy, virgin delight.
A terrible wave of lust washed over her pussy, drowning her in hot vibrating pleasure.
She gulped.
She clawed at Killer's fur. She screamed.
Her body slammed backward, away from the painful prodding paw. She threw herself
away, rolled violently, heaved herself off the bed. She hit the floor hard. She was
gasping, dripping rivers of sweat. She crawled flat on her bare wet belly to the rug in
the corner, dribbling thick white strings of gooey girl-cum from her tight twat-hole,
leaving a trail of hot juices behind her.
She crawled onto the rug. She was naked. She was exhausted beyond her ability to
think. She curled up into a tight ball, hugged herself, moaning with the last warm
shivers of lust and joy that tremored through her young body.
She pulled her legs up. Her knees touched her hard nipples. She groaned as hot
pleasure shot through her body, zapped her spine, twisted her guts.
She felt and heard the thick juices squirting from her cunt-hole when she drew her legs
up.
The sound delighted her. She squeezed her pussy-muscles, deep up inside her cunttube, 
and listened to the sucking, juicy squeezing sound as the cum oozed and dribbled
out of her hot pussy-hole.
She hugged herself tightly into a fetal position.
With a huge sigh of pure pleasure, absolute contentment, the little girl let her whole
body relax. She didn't realize she was lying on the rug, curled up in the corner, naked.
Like a little doggie.
And up on her bed, the dog sighed quietly. He lifted up, sniffed at his rear foot for a
moment, then stretched himself out comfortably.
Both the little girl and the big dog slept soundly.


Chapter 4

Tawny woke slowly, coming out her gentle dreams with a soft sigh. She was curled and
cuddled down under the heavy blankets, and the roaring sound of the raging storm
outside made her feel warm and safe.
She pushed one arm high above her head, stretching to her fullest limit. She could feel
the relaxed muscles in her back pulling tight and hard. It felt good.
During the night, the rain had let up, but now it was blasting down in full force. Far
away, the vague rumble of approaching thunder cut through the rattling of the
windows.
Tawny grunted. She blew air loudly through her pursed lips, then suddenly lifted both
knees high, violently kicking at the blankets. She thrust the heavy covers off the foot of
her bed and flopped her legs wide apart.
She was naked.
She could feel the air of the room washing over her as the heater came on, blowing hot
air from the vent near the floor.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. She brought one hand down to her taut tummy, stroking
the soft smooth flesh gently. She fingered her navel, poking her fingernail deep into the
cute little depression.
She smiled coyly to herself as she remembered last night. She looked around for Happy,
but the dog had already made his way downstairs for breakfast.
Tawny glanced toward the ceiling. Her heart skipped a beat as she tasted again the
delicious drop of her daddy's warm wet cum-juice.
"I'll get you for real, one of these days, Daddy," the little girl promised, winking at the
tiny peephole in her bedroom ceiling.
"Tawny?"
The child jerked at the loud knock on the door. It was her father. "Yes, Daddy."
"Breakfast, honey."
Tawny frowned. She detected something strange in her father's voice. She cleared her
throat and sat up on the edge of her bed.
"OK, Dad. I'll be right down. Thanks."
"Well, uh, Tawny? I thought you might like breakfast in bed this morning," John called
through the door.
Tawny's mouth dropped open. Breakfast in bed? She looked at her bed. It was a mess,
coated with the juices of last night's doggie-fuck, her sweet virgin juices, Happy's cum,
her father's dried jism. Her father would certainly know instantly what had been going
on. And before she could finish that though, the young teenager snorted and laughed
quietly at her stupidity. He watched the whole fucking thing, didn't he? He already
knows the worst of it, silly girl.
She looked at herself. Naked. Her heart was already racing ahead of her mind. Her
blood grew hot and itchy in her veins. Her nipples sprang into hard nubs of pulsing
excitement. Her pussy flamed, throbbed, itched.
"Breakfast in bed, Daddy?" she called back, playing for time. How best to take
advantage of this situation? Obviously, her daddy wanted to come into her bedroom.
But what about her mommy?
As though in answer to the child's question, John called out again.
"Your mother has already left for work, honey. The hospital called and wanted her to
work an extra shift. She left early so she didn't have to rush in this bad weather." John
cursed himself for babbling. Calm down, idiot. Want to spoil it? His cock was hard in
his pants. He hadn't slept a fucking wink all night long, wondering how the hell he
could get into his little girl's hot wet pussy.
Fantastic, Tawny shouted in her mind. Fan-fucking-tastic. With her mommy gone for
the day, she could toy with her poor old dad all she liked. Tease him until he was crazy
with the hots for her pussy.
Tawny snickered to herself as she pushed off the bed and dashed barefoot across her
floor to her dresser. She carefully opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of translucent
pink panties. She tiptoed into them.
"Tawny?"
"Uh, yes, Daddy. OK. Just a minute, OK."
"Sure, baby."
John stood trembling outside his daughter's bedroom door. He'd made sure that Happy
was well-fed, then shoved him out the back door. Every door downstairs was tightly
locked. Nobody was going to disturb them. His whole body shook as he waited for the
lovely teenager to unlock this fucking door and let him in.
Let him into that sweet little cunt of hers.
He smiled as he listened to the sounds of his little girl rushing around in there, slipping
into something. He knew beyond the slightest doubt that she was putting on her sexiest
clothes, preparing herself for the best game in town-fucking!
He was absolutely right.
Tawny pawed through her closet, searching for just the right skirt, just the perfect
blouse. Nothing. Damn it. Nothing satisfied her burning bloodlust, nothing looked sexy
enough to her youthful eyes.
"Oh, piss," Tawny whispered. Then she slapped her hand over her mouth and giggled.
Piss. What a naughty word for a little girl to say. She clapped her other hand over her
mouth, and bent over, her whole body shaking with laughter.
"Food's getting cold, honey," John called.
Tawny straightened up. She felt better now, more in control of herself. She had gotten
rid of the hysteria of her lust, and now she could concentrate on playing the game.
"Just a second, Daddy," she called back. She slipped one of her halter tops off a hanger
and wrapped it around her back and chest, knotting it tightly between her pert little tits.
Her nipples drilled into the silky material, sticking out like huge stiff eraser tips.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed.
She yanked the first skirt she found off the hanger, and stepped into it. Great. It was
very short and showed off her bare thighs to best advantage.
If she bent over, her daddy would be able to see her panties.
The panties were so sheer and thin that he'd also be able to see her pussy.
And the crack of her ass.
Tawny took a deep breath and went up onto her tiptoes in a vibrating youthful stretch,
her arms shooting toward the ceiling.
"Ahhh," she sighed, then settled down on her heels. She walked swiftly to her bedroom
door, and clicked the lock open. After a final brief second of hesitation, she yanked the
door wide. She stood there, facing her father, dressed in a sweetly sexy, almost innocent
little outfit.
John gulped hard and grinned.
"Good morning, baby. Eggs, ham, two pieces of toast, and a big glass of orange juice,"
he said, holding out the tray to cover up the immense bulge at his crotch.
"Oh, how sweet, Daddy. Come in," Tawny said, her voice oozing sex and lust and
desire and need, crying out to her father to throw that fucking tray away and knock her
to the floor and rip her panties down her legs and shove his huge cock into her hot
pussy.
"You're welcome, honey. Just thought a little change might be nice."
John walked into her room and set the try down on her dresser. He almost set it down
on her bed, but realized just in time that it might cause some problems.
"You're dressed," he said.
"Yes. I was sleeping in the nude, Daddy," Tawny said, cocking her head to one shoulder
and smiling coyly. "You didn't want me to let you in with me like that, did you?"
John gagged.
"Uh, no, of course not. But you could have just pulled the blankets up, couldn't you?"
"I guess," she said, leaning against her dresser and picking up a piece of the cold toast.
She chewed on it for a moment, eyeing her daddy from head to toe. She swallowed
hard when she saw the huge lump in his pants. God, and all that meat was just for her.
She gobbled the rest of the toast without tasting it. She could barely breathe, she was so
fucking hot.
MI, uh, I think," John began, stuttering badly as he saw Tawny's eyes go wide at the
sight of his swollen cock. "I mean, your mother and I were talking last night, and we
think it's about time we talked to you about, uh, the facts of life."
Tawny almost burst out laughing. The facts of life? Good God, Dad. I could teach you
more in one night than you learned all your life.
But she didn't laugh. She just sipped at her orange juice, her pretty eyes glittering, and
nodded.
John wiped a hand over his mouth. It sure was hot in here. He licked his lips, brushed
a hand quickly through his thick black hair.
Tawny caught his eyes. She smiled, and parted her lips very slightly as she slowly
pushed a long thick strip of ham between them, sucking on it.
Oh, fuck, John moaned inside. She's driving me nuts. I've got to have her!
Tawny sucked the strip of meat, chewing at the very tip of the ham. Her lips grew
moist, glistening with a thick film of saliva.
John stared straight at those luscious lips.
His chest was bursting with the pain of his lust.
His cock twitched hard.
Tawny loved this game. She took another sip of the cold juice, then spooned a mouthful
of eggs between her wet lips, sucking the yellow goo from the spoon with a loud
sucking sound.
She gloried in the knowledge that she was torturing her father. Making him want her
body. Driving him crazy with lust for her virgin cunt-hole.
It was the thrill of power that coursed through the young teenager's veins. She was
young and beautiful and vibrantly sexy. She had the power.
She grinned and swayed her hips a bit. The hem of her short skirt swished against her
bare thighs.
John moaned.
Hurry up, kid. Finish that fucking food. Let me fuck the shit out of that hot little cunt
of yours, baby.
Tawny gulped down the last of the breakfast, finished off the juice, and licked her lips
in pleasure.
"Good, daddy. Thanks," she said. She picked up the tray and handed it to him.
"Thanks," she said again. "I've got to take a shower, now, OK?"
"Huh?" John said, his voice a rasping whisper. What the fuck was she saying? She
didn't want to fuck? What?
Tawny moved her shoulders, thrust out her hips.
"Shower?" she said, making it sound like a question. Would you like to take a shower
with your little honey, Daddy?
She fingered the knot in her halter top, hooking her thumb in the waistband of her
skirt. Her bare midriff quivered with a hard jolt of pleasure.
John's hand shook as he held the tray. He stared at the beautiful girl before him. His
cock was pulsing hotly in his pants. If it didn't get out pretty soon, it would burn a
fucking hole right through his trousers.
Damn bitch.
Tawny rubbed her bare thighs together. Her blood boiled through her veins, pounding
in her ears.
Suddenly, she turned toward the bedroom door.
She threw her hips out, wagging them sensuously from side to side as she swayed
through the doorway, and turned down the hall toward the bathroom.
John trembled violently. The silverware shook on the tray, clattering loudly.
A lilting laugh from out in the hall sent him over the brink. He let the tray fall to the
floor and leaped out through the doorway, dashing after his daughter.
Tawny was halfway down the hall, standing with her legs splayed apart and her fists
shoved into her hips, waiting. When John leaped around the corner, Tawny shrieked in
delight and jumped backward. She twisted, whirled around, and dashed headlong
toward the bathroom, laughing all the way.
John shouted a laugh, and threw himself along the hall after her slim young body. He
was dying to fuck his daughter.
Tawny darted into the bathroom and kicked the door shut. She twisted the lock just as
her father slammed into the door from the other side.
John kicked at the bottom of the door. "Hey! Unlock this door, you silly tease!" Tawny
gripped the doorknob. Her heart was racing with joy and happiness. "Tease?" she called
through the door.
"Why, Daddy! Whatever are you thinking?"
"You heard me, you tease. Come on, open up."
"Oh? And just what do you have in mind, if I do?"
John gulped. It was getting hard to breathe, hard to swallow. Hot in here, too. His cock
was ramrod hard in his pants, longing to leap out, ram deep into Tawny's wet slit.
"Open up and I'll show you, honey buns," he said, trying the doorknob. Damn little
twat. Fucking little pussy bitch. Open this mother-fucking door or I'll kick it down.
"I've got to take my shower, now, Daddy."
"Fine. I'll scrub your back for you," John shouted, trying to make his voice sound light
and joking. But not too joking.
"Oh?" Tawny said. She let her interest show in her voice. "Well, I don't know. It
sounds pretty interesting, but what would Mommy ever say?"
"To hell with your Mommy, damn it," John said through gritted teeth. It came out as a
loud growl of frustration.
Tawny grinned broadly as she stepped quickly over to the shower stall and whirled the
knob on the hot water. The spray blasted into the stall and grew hot and steamy in a
few seconds.
"I'm thinking about it, Daddy," she shouted over her shoulder.
The water roared. The sound was driving John nutty. He grabbed his throbbing prick
and moaned. He rattled the door. Damn you fucking bitch twat cunt damn suck-hole!
"Let me in, baby," he begged.
Tawny had on three pieces of clothing: her halter top, knotted tightly over her young
tits' her short skirt, wrinkled from hanging mashed in the closet, shoved in among all
her other things; and a pair of tight translucent panties.
"I can't, Daddy. I'm taking off my halter top now. I have to take my shower. There, it's
off," she told him, lying. She left it on. "Oh, God. The water's making my tits all wet,
and I haven't even gotten in the shower, yet."
John was shaking hard.
"Come on, honey. Come on, babe. Let your old Dad in, will you?"
"I can't, Daddy. I'm pushing my skirt down, now. All I have on is my little panties."
She giggled to herself, knowing exactly what her words were doing to her Daddy's big
cock. She was purposely tormenting him, hoping she could tease him enough to make
him break down the bathroom door. That would really prove her powers over men.
Any man. Even her own Daddy, who should have more control.
And as soon as he broke in, expecting to find her totally naked and soaked under the
shower, she would rush out and down the stairs, free and safe and happy as hell. Oh,
yes, and she'd run over to Lana's and tell her all about it. Everything!
Her heart skipped a beat as the image of that huge doggie in the rain last night flashed
through her mind. But her father continued pounding wildly on the bathroom door.
"Now you stop all this teasing, Tawny, and let me in there right now."
"No, Daddy. It's not right for a father to see his little daughter all naked like this. I just
took off my panties, and I'm standing here in the nude."
John growled and groaned. His heart battered at his chest. His cock hurt like hell. He
unzipped his pants and hauled out his huge prick. He gritted his teeth. Once more he
rattled the door. Let me in there, you fucking bitch, or I'll break this damned door into
a million pieces.
He shook all over. Damn it. Maybe it would get to her if he told her about watching
her with the dog last night. Maybe if she knew he had already seen her naked, naked
and fucking, fucking a dog, she'd let him in.
Let him in her pussy.
"Uh, Tawny?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Please let me in. I'll take a shower with you. OK?"
"Oh! How naughty, Daddy. Mommy would kill me if she ever found out I did a thing
like that."
"She won't find out, doll. I promise. I won't tell her a thing."
Tawny licked her lips. The room was foggy with the blasting steam. Hot. Her clothing
was beginning to cling to her curves, sticking to her itchy little tits.
"Just a minute, Daddy. Let me think about it."
Hell, John thought. Just playing for more time. Tease.
But Tawny wasn't toying any more. She felt a hot twinge in her pussy. She really did
want to fuck her father. She wanted to be able to compare his cock and the dog's prick.
Must be some kind of difference, though she couldn't for the life of her figure out what
it could be. Prick is prick, isn't it?
Did she really want to rush over to Lana's?
Or stay here, and let her father fuck her cunt-hole?
The answer came swiftly.
She skinned out of her skirt, ripped the halter top from her beautiful young tits, and
shoved her panties down her long trim legs in one frenzied motion. She jumped to the
door. She twisted the lock.
She darted back across the small room and ducked under the roaring stream of water
just as the door slammed wide open.
John stode into the room, his cock pointing the way. He walked right into the shower
with Tawny and grabbed her naked slippery body, hauling her tightly against his body.
He rammed his lips down against hers.
Tawny was stunned by the urgency of her Daddy's hard kiss. She felt his tongue forcing
its way between her lips, over her teeth, deep into her mouth, and she welcomed it. She
sucked his wagging tongue eagerly, pressing her whole body harder against his. His
clothing was rough against her soft smooth skin.
Tawny's blood boiled in her veins, roared in her ears. She went weak in his arms. No
more games. She wanted to be fucked. She needed her father's hard cock in her tight
wet pussy.
She felt his huge prick boring and poking at her cunt.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, trying to pull her mouth from his. He let her go for a
moment. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Oh, Daddy, do it to me. Hurry. I need your cock
inside me so bad. Oh, please, hurry and fuck me!"
She jumped up and clung to him, her mouth seeking and finding his, and she thrust
her hot little tongue into her Daddy's mouth. John sucked the soft thing hard, pulling it
so hard that little Tawny winced, whining deep in her throat with the sharpness of the
pain.
But her attention was mostly on his hard cock jamming into her cunt-mound. She
spread her legs and hauled her whole body upward against John's big body. His cock
was now angled just right, and when Tawny squatted down, letting her body slide down
a little bit, the fat hooded head of her Daddy's hard cock sank between her oozing
pussy-lips.
John moaned, sucking the child's hot tongue.
He jerked his ass and sent his long thick shaft of fuck-meat deep up Tawny's tight
young cunt-channel. She gasped, grunted, and locked her arms tighter about the man's
strong neck.
The rushing water drenched them both. Tawny's hair went stringy down her bare back.
John's clothing quickly soaked through, weighing him down.
But his cock was deep inside his daughter's hot cunt.
He felt her pussy-walls clenching and sucking at the sides of his fat rod, trying to pull
the cum from his cock-meat.
Tawny's hands clawed at her Daddy's neck, her fingers kneading his hard powerful
muscles. She ground her lips to his, thrust her tongue out as far as she could so he
could suck it harder, hurt it more, bite it, kiss it, gnaw on it.
Together, father and daughter sank to their knees under the stream of hot water.
Awkwardly, Tawny got her legs straightened out, one on either side of her father's
knees. Gently, John laid the little girl back on the tiled floor of the shower stall. He
rested his full weight on top of her tiny young body, crushing the air from her lungs as
he sucked her lips and tongue. His cock swelled harder within her tight cunt-hole.
Tawny threw her long legs up around the backs of her Daddy's thighs, hugged his cock
into her cunt-tube. She humped her ass off the floor, felt the sucking of her fleshy
asscheeks as they came away from the tiles and the water flowed beneath them. She
wiggled her pussy-mound, clenching her muscles as tight as she could.
John groaned loudly.
He pumped his cock deeper into his child's hot pussy-hole. Tawny moaned. She went
wild.
John gripped her bare shoulders and drove them down to the floor, mashing the bones
and flesh into the hard wet tiles to hold the girl down.
Tawny tore her mouth from his and screamed loudly. The sound of her beautiful voice
filled the tiny bathroom, echoing from the tiled walls, echoing down the hallway.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Ohhh! Shove it deeper! Fuck my cunt! Please, do it harder, faster.
Ummm. Oh, God," she begged and groaned over and over as she fucked her Daddy's
huge hard shaft of cock-meat.
Her body twisted and bounced under his, humping his cock. She clawed at the shirt on
his back, her sharp fingernails finally ripping it to shreds.
"Oh, baby," John moaned into the child's ear, kissing her face and nose and cheeks and
forehead over and over. "You feel so damned good in there. God, you're so fucking
tight. Mmmmmm. Yeah, yeah!"
Her father's words drove the little girl wild with lust. This was different from doggie
fucking, that was for sure. Happy only whimpered and barked when he fucked her, but
John was making her hornier than ever before just by telling her how fucking good she
was.
She kissed his throat, sucking a huge dark hickey into the flesh under his chin.
John lifted his upper body to get away from the girl's sucking lips. No telltale marks,
please, he thought. He grabbed one of her small tits in his hand and caught her hard
nipple between his thumb and fingers, pinching it, pulling it.
Tawny arched her back off the tiles, grinding her young tit into her Daddy's hand.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, Daddy. Hurt your little girl's tits. Ohhh, yes. Please, do that again,"
Tawny pleaded, grabbing her father's hand and pressing it to her other tit.
John grunted. His cock sank into the soft sleek tube of his child's hot pussy-hole. He
tortured her other young tit by poking her hardened nipple deep into the globe of her
tit, crushing it against her ribs.
Then he gripped the whole young mound of titflesh and squeezed it as hard as he
could, digging his fingertips under the firm mound of flesh and pulling her whole tit
away from her chest.
"Ohhh, yes," Tawny moaned, rolling her head from side to side. The water spilled over
her face. Her lips bubbled with the water. Her hair was soaked, lying in long strings on
the floor of the stall.
The water dripped from John's hair and clothing. It was warm, almost hot. He was
gasping in the hard blasting stream as he fucked his daughter silly, grinding his cock
and balls into the gooey slit of her pussy.
Fucking his little girl's doggie-fucked young twat-hole, John's balls slapped hard into
the underside of her pussy-mound. His nuts felt heavy. He could feel his cum getting
ready to explode from his balls.
"Oh, Daddy, you're so big. It feels like you're ripping me open. Oh, God. It feels so
fucking wonderful," Tawny whispered.
She felt her guts churning, tightening. Her belly shook as her Daddy fucked her. She
was wild with lust. Hot. Horny. A thick fog of pleasure filled her brain. She panted. She
gagged and gulped as the water filled her mouth, spilling over her lips.
John humped his kid's hot cunt. His cock slammed in and out of Tawny's tight
channel, ramming deeper and deeper. The slit of his underpants strangled his balls.
Pinched.
His hard nuts slapped into the child's pussy-lips, squashing between her juicy cuntflaps.
"Fuck me. Fuck me," Tawny moaned, the words bubbling from her lips. She swallowed
a mouthful of warm water. "Fuck me."
John's balls spasmed.
He groaned as he ground his cock into Tawny's beautifully tight cunt-hole, crushing his
nuts against her pretty pussy-mound. He felt his cock-head slam deep into her warm
cunt, and with a loud grunt he began spewing his hot cum deep into the little girl's
womb.
"Oh, Jesus," he gasped. He clutched Tawny's little tits hard, clawing them, scratching
them. His body arched over hers, his cock thrusting deeper still. Tawny gasped. It felt
like her father's prick was going to poke out of her mouth.
Her guts twisted into a hard knot.
Her whole body went rigid.
Her pussy-walls tightened, clenching at the fat cock within her cunt-tube.
"God. God. Oh, fucking Jesus," she murmured, her hips bouncing against the floor of
the shower stall as she came.
John pulled his cock out of her cunt, then drove it back in. He flooded little Tawny's
gushing pussy with cum.
Tawny gushed her pussy-juices, spurting herself full of her own hot fuck-fluids.
John ripped his cock in and out of his child's pussy hole.
Tawny humped her Daddy's hard cock for all she was worth.
They fucked hard, hot, furiously.
Tawny was gasping and crying with her lust, her head whipping from side to side in
pure pleasure.
John grunted on top of the little girl, fucking his cock faster and faster into her tiny
cunt-hole.
The water blasted over them, drowning them in the foggy steam as they fucked on the
shower stall floor.
"Oh, it feels sooo good, Daddy. Fuck me forever."
John grunted.
"Damn, baby. You're so tight. So nice. Hot and wet. Oh, Tawny, I love you."
Tawny's heart swelled.
"I love you, too, Daddy," she whispered, hugging him tight.
John's cum shot into his daughter's belly wildly. Tawny felt each fucking shot, like hot
hard bullets of lust.
Tawny's cum-juice filled her pussy. It dribbled out around her father's pumping,
fucking cock.
John's belly tightened suddenly, and he sent his cock into Tawny's hot guts one last
time, locking it there as it blasted its last hot gout of spunk into her drenched pussy.
He felt his cock start to soften almost at once.
Tawny stiffened.
Her whole little body shook hard and the last drops of her cum spurted into her cunt.
She sank back down to the floor with a sigh, her pretty face turned to the side.
John lowered his lips to her cheek and kissed her wet skin, so soft and smooth and
unblemished.
"You're beautiful, Tawny."
Tawny smiled slowly. She felt so fucking good. She turned her head and looked at her
Daddy, the flow of water making her blink.
"You're wonderful, John," she told him.
John thrilled to the sound of his name on his daughter's lips. It was the first time she'd
called him that. She made it sound like "Master."
"You're a real woman, now, I guess."
Tawny nodded, smiling.
"Yes. I am."
Her voice was full of pride and satisfaction as she repeated her words. "I am."
John kissed her wet lips and Tawny responded softly, gently, like the woman she now
was. The heat of passion had been exhausted. Now, father and daughter lay in each
others arms, feeling the warm water flowing over them, all around them.
They talked together in tender whispers, kissing and smiling and giggling.
Eventually, the water turned cold.


Chapter 5

Lana came out of her deep sleep slowly. She shivered a little bit on the dog's rug, her
long legs stretching out onto the cool floor.
Outside it was still raining hard, and the light that came in through the window was
dull and subdued.
"Ohhh," Lana purred, shifting around on the rug until she was on her bare back. She
lifted her knees high, pressing her heels into her tight ass. She spread her knees wide
and reached down gently to feel her beautiful cunt-mound.
She could feel the dried sticky juices from last night's great fuck. She cupped herself,
feeling the warmth of her pussy. It felt so nice to hold herself like this. She,moaned and
whimpered to herself in delighted cries.
The big dog on the bed suddenly lifted his huge head and looked at the purring girl.
"Hi, Killer," Lana said softly. Her eyes glittered with joy and happiness.
She groaned as she looked at the dog's beautiful face, his big strong body lying on her
bed as though he owned it – and her.
Maybe he did.
At least, for the rest of the weekend.
Lana slowly flattened her slender thighs down against the rug, lifting her young pussy
upward, opening her pretty cunt-lips wide.
Killer sniffed the air in the room. The heady odor of a young girl's pussy-hole, oozing
lubrication and excitement, wafted to his sensitive nostrils. He stared at the child's
lovely cunt-mound. The pretty little pink flaps of her pussy-flesh poked out between her
hairless cunt-lips, inviting a sloppy doggie kiss.
Killer got to his feet. The whole bed shook as he jumped down onto the floor. He took
his time. He sauntered casually around the room for a few minutes, sniffing at the
child's discarded underpants, at the cups of her cute bra, at her shoes and socks. Finally,
he wandered over to Lana.
"Hi, fella," she purred, reaching out with one hand to tenderly stroke the big dog's
furry throat.
Killer let the child pull and stroke his fur for a few moments, but he seemed impatient
with Lana's gentleness and soft affection. He twisted away with a harsh growl, backed
up a few steps, and glared at her with lusty blazing eyes.
Lana shivered under the animal's fierce gaze.
"What is it, fella?" she whispered.
Killer barked loudly, just once.
Lana instantly understood.
"You want something to eat," she said. "And not pussy," she added very quietly. She sat
up on the rug and reached out toward the dog again, but Killer had turned away and
walked to the bedroom door.
"OK, Killer," Lana said, getting up to her bare feet. "Just let me put something on."
The dog's loud bark made the girl stop dead in her tracks. She looked at him.
"No clothes?"
Killer yipped softly, then scratched at the door.
Lana moaned, but let the animal have his way. If he wanted her to remain naked for
him, she would do it. She was his, for now. She walked to the door and opened it.
Killer jumped through and dashed downstairs. At the bottom, he turned and looked
back up at Lana.
"Be a good boy, will you, Killer? Please?" Lana asked from the top of the stairs.
Killer growled low in his throat and jerked his head.
"I'm coming," Lana whimpered.
She went down the stairs slowly. The air was chilly out here, away from the coziness of
her bedroom. She began shivering.
Before she reached the bottom of the stairs, the dog darted away into the kitchen.
Lana followed, her bare feet patting against the floor. She felt her nipples stiffen in the
cool air. Her hair brushed back and forth over her bare back as she pushed through the
swinging door into the kitchen.
Killer was sniffing at the cabinets, pawing at the doors.
"God. Give me a damned minute, will you?"
Killer whirled on the girl, growling and barking sternly. Lana jumped back and Killer
stepped up close to her. She pressed herself back against the wall, feeling the chill of the
tiles flow into her body through her bare feet.
Killer leaped up, jamming his front paws into the girl's shoulders. He was heavy. Lana's
eyes watered from the pain in her shoulders as Killer leaned into her.
He brought his snout close to her face. His eyes burned into hers. He opened his
mouth a little bit, showing his huge canine teeth. He growled very softly. Then he
barked so loud it hurt Lana's ears.
Lana was frightened.
The gigantic beast could literally eat her to death, if he wanted to. She decided to obey
him totally. Killer sensed her submission, and imediately jumped back down.
Lana cupped and rubbed her throbbing shoulders as she knelt to search the cabinets for
something she could feed the dog.
Killer took advantage of her kneeling position and thrust his muzzle up against her
tightly drawn asscheeks, driving his wet nose up between the lovely globes into her ass,
sniffing and snorting at the wonderful scent of her shit.
Lana winced and gasped, but held the pose for him. He nuzzled her asshole, and his
tongue lapped out for a taste.
Lana shivered harder.
She gulped and shut her eyes tight.
Killer rammed his head down under the girl's ass, and gave her a hard sudden shove to
the side. Lana sprawled out across the kitchen floor, and Killer darted quickly over her,
straddling her.
He glared down into her face, panting.
He lowered his head and licked his tongue across Lana's mouth.
He lifted one front leg and pressed it down firmly into the soft mound of her young tit,
crushing the swollen nub of her nipple against her ribs.
Lana was breathing hard. She was getting scared of the big animal now. He could do
anything he wanted to her, and she was in no position to complain, let alone fight back.
He tired of holding her down on the floor. He backed down the length of her body.
Lana lay there for a moment, letting Killer decide what he wanted to do to her next.
Lana could see that his cock was hard.
Slowly, the little girl sat up. She touched her nipple. It was sore now from the crushing
weight of the dog's big foot and hard claw mashing into her tit.
"I was just trying to find something for you to eat, Killer," Lana said, whining like a
child who had been wrongly punished.
Killer snorted.
He stood still, waiting.
Lana got to her feet. She opened the refrigerator. Killer shoved his snout past her bare
thigh and looked inside the cold refrigerator, sniffing loudly.
He twisted his head, then shot his head deep into the compartment, nipping hold of a
package of raw hamburger meat. He hauled it out and dropped it to the floor.
Lana closed the refrigerator door... "Are you human?" she whispered. She stared down
in awe as Killer tore at the brown paper wrapping. He did it neatly, severing the tape
with his teeth and pushing the paper open with his snout and foot. God, Lana thought
to herself as she watched the amazing animal work. He can do anything!
Finally, the meat lay exposed on the center of the brown paper. Not one piece had
spilled onto the floor.
Killer made short work of the delicious raw meat.
Lana filled a big bowl with water and set it down beside Killer's head. He began
drinking, sucking up the water without even paying the girl the slightest attention.
When he was finished drinking, he simply walked back out into the living room.
Meekly, Lana followed.
She felt her pussy drooling. Her clit itched. She cupped her cunt with one hand as she
walked to the couch and sat down. She spread her knees and leaned back.
"Come here, Killer. Lick my pussy," Lana said. She moaned as her finger stroked her
hot clit. She felt her heart skip a beat when the dog walked to her, sticking his snout up
close to her cunt.
She pulled her hand away and lifted her cunt toward the dog's nose, pressing her soft
moist pussy against the cold wet button of Killer's nose.
He sneezed.
Before Lana could react, Killer stepped backward and turned his head, opening his jaws
and clamping his teeth down around the child's bare knee. He didn't bite into her skin,
but he pulled backward firmly, a low soft growl in his throat.
Lana moved forward on the couch until her asscheeks were half-off, half-on the very
edge.
Killer stopped, letting go of her knee. Lana leaned far back on the big wide couch. Her
neck was bent so she could watch the whole thing.
Killer suddenly leaped up onto her, his paws driving down into her soft tummy.
"Oof," Lana grunted under the animal's weight. She felt the dog's hard feet knead into
her belly as he worked his way upward over her body. He moved his rear legs closer to
the couch, moving his body closer to the little girl.
Lana gasped in delighted surprise as she felt his huge hot cock thrust against her bare
cunt-mound.
"Ohhh, boy!" Lana hissed urgently. Her hands flew down to the dog's furry throat and
her fingers dug into the forest of thick fur, dragging him higher onto her body.
Killer mashed his paws into Lana's little tits.
Lana groaned with the pain, moaned with the pleasure.
She spread her legs as wide as she could and humped her dripping cunt-hole against
the tip of Killer's fat prong.
Killer gave a hard thrust with his ass, and his cock shoved deep into Lana's slippery
young pussy, spreading her hairless pussy-lips wide as the thick shaft of his prick went
knifing into the child's quivering cunt.
His claws scratched and mauled her throbbing tits.
Lana gulped hard. Her body longed for his doggie-fuck. Her ass tightened as she thrust
her cunt-hole farther down on the animal's massive prick.
Killer began pumping in and out of the little girl's pussy. Her cunt oozed and drooled
the sweetly fragrant juices of horny young girl-lust.
Lana felt the dog's cock rubbing over her swollen clit-bud. It sent thrills of pleasure
coursing into her guts. Her muscles tightened, twisted. Her cunt-walls clenched and
sucked at the fat rod of doggie cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt.
The frictioning prick rubbed harder and faster over her wet, fat clit-nub. Lana thrashed
madly under the dog's hard fucking. Her head rolled from side to side against the back
of the couch, and she began drooling slightly. She gulped over and over as the saliva
sloshed inside her mouth.
Killer drooled onto her chest and face. Lana felt the warm fluid from the dog's mouth
dripping and flowing onto her. She cried and lifted up, struggling, and gripped the
animal's head in both hands. She dragged his face down to hers and kissed him, her
tongue stroking out and slipping under the black ridge of skin along the side of his
mouth. She kissed and sucked the saliva from his mouth, her tongue wiggling wildly
against his sharp hard teeth.
But Killer was too heavy for her. His paws shoving into her aching tits drove her back
against the couch. She lay there, moaning, licking her lips clean of the dog's spit.
Her belly knotted into a hard lump of lusty pleasure as the dog's cock whizzed in and
out of her slimy pussy. The friction against her clit was driving her nuts. She lifted her
ass and thrust her cunt hard onto the animal's rock-hard prick, trying to pull it off his
balls with the suction of her tight young cunt-hole.
"Mmmmmm, fuck me, Killer," she whispered, gasping the words with each hard thrust
of the dog's big cock into her pussy. "Fuck my cunt, Killer. Fuck me hard," Lana
begged him, her fingers clawing at his throat and front legs. Her hands traveled quickly
down his legs to his feet. She felt her hot wet tits being mashed and kneaded hard
under the dog's huge feet. The feel of the animal's feet and her own warm flesh made
Lana shiver with pleasure.
Her thighs trembled as she forced them to stay wide. She wanted to throw her legs up
over Killer's back and hug him tightly to her pussy, never letting his cock leave her
sucking hole.
Killer thrust deeper, harder.
His mouth gushed saliva, spilling it down onto Lana's lovely sweaty face. The child
sucked it all up.
Her cunt humped his cock wildly.
He thrust madly into her, his ass undulating in a frenzy of lust. His huge balls slammed
into Lana's soft young cunt-lips.
Suddenly, he threw his head back, and his driving cock rammed all the way into her
cunt. Lana tightened her guts. She felt her hard body-shuddering climax begin spurting
into her cunt-tube at the same moment that Killer spurted his first burning gout of
doggie-cum into her womb.
Killer shook hard as his cock flooded the child's guts.
Lana trembled and vibrated under the attack, her hard orgasm driving her crazy with
pleasure.
Killer hosed the child's womb with hot gouts of dog spunk, filling her belly full of the
thick fluid. Lana's cunt knotted and sucked at the dog's immense cock, pulling the fluid
from his balls while her own juices spewed into her cunt-hole, filling her to the brim.
Lana grunted. Her hands clawed at the animal's feet on her tits, yanking them harder
against her itching young tits. She twisted her upper body, trying to rub and scrape her
hard little nipples against the rough pads of Killer's paws.
Killer pumped wildly. His cock spit fuck-juice into the kid's tight cunt-hole. He felt the
tight walls gripping his cock-head so tight it hurt.
Lana's come washed over her whole body in roaring drowning waves of hot lust. Her
body shook violently, lifting and jerking and bouncing wildly under Killer's intense
fucking.
Her thighs flopped about loosely, banging into the animal's sides.
Killer blasted the last gout of cum into Lana's cunt, then yanked his fat cock out of her
sucking hole. A hot white flood of cum spilled out between her tight young twat-lips as
the dog backed away. Lana thrust her body wildly, fucking the air as her hands clawed
at her wet, scratched tits.
Fuck-fluids spurted out of her cunt-hole, dribbled to the floor, splashed against her
slapping bare thighs as she bounced wildly, heaving herself all over on the couch.
Killer watched the child's gyrations.
Lana slowly calmed as the hot waves of climax subsided, became more gentle, deeper,
softer. She sucked a deep lungful of air, held it for a long time, then let it out in a long
loud sigh of pure pleasure.
Her hands fell limply away from her sore throbbing tits. Her legs fell open.
She rolled her head slowly and smiled at Killer.
"Jesus," she whispered. "If a man is half that good, I'm going to be one happy little
girl," she said quietly, her eyes glowing with the slow inner throbbing of pleasure that
filled her whole body.
Killer barked, jerking his head downward in a nod.
Lana shifted around on the couch, feeling the warm goo oozing from her cunt-hole. It
trickled along her thighs. She closed them tightly together and rubbed them around,
mashing the jism between them. When she pulled them apart, the slimy thick cum
parted in long strings.
Killer moved in and began licking at the strands and gobs of cum. He stroked the
child's thighs and pussy and belly with his rough wide tongue, licking and lapping her
bare flesh clean of the delicious cum-juice.
Lana warmed under his tongue.
She moaned and lay back, enjoying the dog's licking tongue. Very soon, she felt a tight
little quiver rush over her clit and lower belly. It was like a quick tightening of pleasure.
It was a little orgasm.
When Killer had licked her clean, he turned no away. He began exploring the whole
house.
Lana lay on the couch, naked, listening to the animal dart from room to room. She
smiled and sighed once more with deep pleasure.
It was going to be a hell of a fantastic weekend.

* * *

Tawny invited her daddy down to her bedroom to watch her get dressed. John had been
delighted to go along. He stripped off his drenched clothes in the bathroom, then
trotted along behind his naked little charmer like a happy little puppy behind his
mistress.
Tawny danced to the middle of her room, whirling around in naked delight. She felt
absolutely wonderful. Perfect.
John sat down on his daughter's bed, remembering the scene here last night, when
Happy and Tawny were fucking.
His cock lifted slightly at the memory of his young daughter's beautiful face, sweating
under the strain of her doggie's intense fuck-action.
"What would you like me to wear today, Daddy?"
At first, John didn't hear the child's words. His mind was on the incredible sight he'd in
witnessed last night. His cock stirred more. Tawny grinned as she saw the sly lifting of
her Daddy's prick. "What, honey?"
"I asked you what you'd like me to wear for you today," she repeated.
John looked at his beautiful child. Stunning. So young and lovely and innocent. John
smiled at her. Innocent? Hell, she probably knew more about fucking at her young age
than he knew right now. Little bitch.
He cleared his throat softly, then grinned.
"I kind of like you just like you are, doll," he said with a sexy wink.
Tawny blushed.
"Oh, Daddy. I can't walk around like this all day. Come on. Tell me what you want me
to wear."
"Something sexy," John laughed.
"Of course, silly!" Tawny laughed back. She shook her head at her Daddy. Naked, the
beautiful child whirled around and went to her closet. She rummaged through the
hanging clothes. She didn't want to put on something casual, like she had earlier. She
wanted to really turn her Daddy on. All the way.
Stockings!
Yes, that was what she wanted. Black stockings on her lovely long legs. And utterly
naked otherwise.
But she didn't have any.
"Wait a minute, Dad," Tawny shouted, rushing from the bedroom. She tore down the
hallway to her mother's room. She quickly yanked open the dresser and pushed the
panties aside, seeking a pair of stockings.
There. An unopened package. Black stockings.
Tawny raced back down the hall to her own bedroom, waving the package at her father.
He grinned and nodded when he saw what his little girl was holding.
His cock responded with a jerk.
Tawny felt her heart flutter when the idea hit her. She tossed the package of stockings
to her father. She could hardly stand still, the idea making her whole body tremble with
delight.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah, honey?"
"You dress me."
Tawny felt her heart leap for joy when her words made her Daddy's prick bob up
straight and stiff. It looked like a thick rod of steel, covered with vein-encircled human
flesh.
Tawny licked her lips as she watched John tear open the package.
He spilled the soft nylon out onto the girl's bed. He picked up one stocking and held it
up, shook it out to full length.
"Here, honey."
Tawny stepped forward. She reached up and placed her hands on her daddy's shoulders.
"Lift your foot up, baby," John said. He was staring at the beautiful bare twat only a few
feet from his eyes. Tawny's cunt stretched and moved as she lifted her leg. John licked
his lips as he saw white cum squeeze out between those delightful little cunt-lips.
His little girl was still full of his fresh jism.
He was astounded that his cock could get so damned hard so fast.
He worked the nylon on his fingers until it looked like a doughnut, then fit the opening
over Tawny's delicate little toes.
Helping her father, the young teenager pointed her foot, working her toes into the soft
darkness of the black nylon.
John leaned forward and lightly tongued his daughter's bare knee. Tawny stroked the
side of his face tenderly and opened her thigh a bit, offering her moist pussy to his lips.
John sat back on the bed.
"Later, honey. I'll eat that beautiful cunt of yours. Let's get you all dressed up, OK?"
"OK, Daddy. Whatever you want," Tawny said, her voice both teasing and taunting.
John slipped the stocking upward over Tawny's lovely calf. Her skin was smooth and
moist and flawless. The muscles beneath her skin were strong and beautifully curved.
Tawny moved back a bit and straightened her leg. John slid the stocking up over her
pretty knee. The material stretched tight over her skin.
John smoothed the stocking farther up her thigh. Her legs were slightly shorter than
her mother's extremely long limbs, so the black top of the stocking fit right up against
the groove where her thigh joined her torso.
"How pretty," John said, admiring his little girl's perfect leg. He slowly stroked the
nylon-clad leg from thigh to toe. Tawny wiggled her toes in pleasure, moving her foot
over to her Daddy's hairy crotch. Her toes stroked up and down along the fat shaft of
his hard prick for a few seconds, but John couldn't stand it. He pushed her foot away.
"Keep that up, and I'll come all over the bottom of your foot, babe."
"Might be interesting," Tawny said, putting her other foot up onto her father's thigh.
John picked up the other stocking and worked it slowly up his daughter's beautiful leg.
His cock was rock-hard. His balls were hurting from the load of cum that filled them.
Tawny helped him smooth the second stocking up near her crotch. Her fingers
accidentally touched her pussy-lips, and she jerked as a spasm of hot pleasure flashed
into her loins.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned quickly.
"Mmmmmm, is right, baby," John said. He dropped his hands away from his
daughter's naked cunt and lay back on his elbows.
Tawny stepped out into the center of her room. She spread her stocking-clad legs wide
and jammed her tiny fists into her bare hips.
John looked at her for a long time.
"You are absolutely beautiful, honey. I love you."
"I love you, too, Daddy."
She let her father look at her naked little cunt-mound. The black stockings made her
look sexy as hell.
"Turn around, doll."
Tawny obeyed. She turned slowly, posing for her horny Dad. John caught his breath as
Tawny bent forward a bit, offering a clear view of her naked asscheeks.
Incredible.
Like glistening silk, the twin globes of girl-meat were tight and hard and rounded. John
longed to reach out and stroke those butt-muscles, to bury his face between them and
suck the shit out of his daughter's virgin asshole.
"Perfect, baby. Perfect."
"Thank you, Daddy. I'm glad you like me like this."
Tawny straightened back up and started to turn around, but John stopped her.
"No, honey. Stay like that for a while, will you? I love looking at your ass. Bend over
farther. Farther."
Tawny obeyed, gladly. She was excited by this position, too. She was ecstatic over her
father's admiration of her young body.
Tawny reached behind her and stroked her asscheeks, then gripped them firmly and
spread them wide apart.
"Is that better, Dad?"
"God, yes!"
John stared at the pale little pucker of Tawny's asshole. His cock jumped. He found
himself standing up, without thinking, and walking toward that spot of delight.
His cock bumped into Tawny's spread cheeks, poking right into her sensitive little ass
button. Tawny cried out, but held her pose. She knew exactly what her Daddy was
about to do to her back there.
She spread her legs wider, for support, as she felt his hands go around her trim waist.
John got a good grip of girl-skin in both hands, moving his feet directly under Tawny's
body.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole, babe."
Tawny gulped.
"I know it, Daddy."
"Ready?"
The child nodded firmly. "Good girl."
Tawny's hands slipped on her asscheeks as the sweat popped out on her skin. She got a
better grip on herself, and pulled her cheeks as wide as she could.
She wiggled her ass against her Daddy's prick-head.
Suddenly, John thrust his cock into her bowels, driving the fat rod of his cock through
the tight ring of protective muscle around her puckered asshole.
Tawny's head went back as a shriek of agony wailed from her throat. She cut the
scream off, gasping hard, tossing her head wildly as the burning pain seared into her
bowels, flaming around her ripped asshole.
John gripped her thighs tightly.
Tawny trembled hard as she fought back another scream of pain. She held her breath
for a moment, willing the agony of her asshole to fade away.
John yanked his cock back out of her hole, leaving the wide hood of his prick-head
buried inside her ass.
Tawny gasped.
She felt ripped open. Her breath came in ragged gulps as she moved her feet in place,
trying to keep from shitting her daddy's cock out of her butt-hole.
God, it felt so huge.
She had to shit so bad. She felt too full. Her belly felt stretched, filled. Sweat popped
out all over her body.
John rammed his prick deep into the child's guts again. It felt like fucking a tube of
thick honey. His prick sank into the little girl's tight bowels slowly, deeply, until his
balls pressed into the lower part of her cunt-slit. Then, slowly, he pulled his huge cock
back out.
Tawny was moaning loudly, grunting each time his massive prick moved into her guts
and pulled out of her ass-tunnel.
"Ohhh, Daddy. I have to go to the bathroom," Tawny whined.
"Yeah, baby. I know. It feels like you have to take a great big healthy shit, doesn't it?"
"Mmmmmm, yes, Dad. Ohhh, please, take it out of my asshole!"
John sank his cock into his daughter's guts again, feeling the firm lump of her shit deep
up inside her ass-channel.
Tawny let go of her asscheeks. She locked her knees and held onto them with her
hands. She was shaking hard. Her asshole burned like fury.
"Oh! Uh! Oh, Daddy!" Tawny cried.
John didn't respond to his young girl's cries. His cock was on fire. He felt his balls
growing hard as they filled with cum. He grunted as he reamed his daughter's tight
bowels. His cock pushed into the tight hot channel, pulling out slowly.
Tawny felt the pain ease slightly. Something wonderful began to glow deep inside her
tummy. It was warm and pleasant. It grew hotter as her Daddy humped her ass
savagely.
John held on. His balls mashed into the child's cunt-mound from behind. He wiggled,
grinding his balls against her mushy, oozing cunt-lips, smearing the drippings from his
previous fuck all over her pussy-lips, all over his nuts.
His cock stiffened even harder.
"Ohhh, baby!" John groaned loudly. His hands clawed at the little girl's bare thighs. His
cock shoved all the way up into Tawny's beautiful asshole. His balls smashed into her
cunt. His thighs locked to her body.
Tawny sucked air as she felt the first hot spurts of her Daddy's cum blasting into her
quivering asshole.
John groaned as his cock hosed the kid's shitter. His jism flooded into the little cunt's
belly, high up in her bowels, filling her tight shit-tube full of his thick cum.
"Ohhh, my God, Daddy! I feel so full of your stuff!"
John panted hard as he shoved his prick tighter into her guts. His cock throbbed hotly.
He felt his balls empty as the fluid began leaking out of the child's ass around the base
of his cock-shaft.
"Daddy! I have to shit! I have to shit!"
"Hold on, honey. I'm fucking your asshole, baby. I'm coming in your shitter, doll!"
"Daddy!"
Tawny gasped and gulped air in shallow rapid swallows, trying desperately to keep from
straining and shitting her father's hard prick out of her asshole.
John moaned as he felt the last gout of cum shoot from his cock-head. His prick began
to soften almost instantly, and he yanked it out of Tawny's hot ass-tunnel.
Tawny shrieked as the burning pain seared through her ass again. Her Daddy's cock
popped out of her butt and she felt the thick white juices gush out of her asshole.
John fell back onto the child's rumpled bed and groaned low in his throat as he
watched Tawny's ass ooze and drip his jism.
Tawny tried her best to hold her position. She heard the sexy sucking and bubbling
sounds from behind her as she felt the gooey fluid squeezing and squirting out of her
sore asshole.
It dribbled down her inner thighs, wetting and staining the black stockings all the way
to her ankles.
Thick gobs of her father's jism stuck to the black nylon. Tawny shuddered. Her
asscheeks jiggled as she shook all over, trying to fight the burning in her butt.
"Oh, Daddy. You ripped me open back there."
"No, honey. It just feels like it. You're fine. Take my word for it," John said, shaking his
head at the incredible beauty of his little girl's cum-bubbling asshole.


Chapter 6

Happy scratched at the back door. He was finished with his morning run. Tail wagging,
he pawed the lower panel of the door. No one opened the door. What the hell was
taking them so long in there? Why weren't they opening this damned door for him?
The big dog snorted. He looked around the back yard for a minute, then gave up
waiting. Somewhere out there, he'd buried a nice big bone. He sauntered down off the
back porch and started searching.
Upstairs, young teenage Tawny slowly made her way to the toilet. She blushed as she
heard the loud whistle her Dad gave as he watched her walk down the hallway, her
stockinged thighs clenched tightly together to keep her asshole from leaking out onto
the hallway carpet. Enough things already needed a good cleaning before her mother
got home, without having to shampoo the damned rug.
On the toilet, Tawny spread her knees wide and sighed loudly with the pleasure of
release. She listened to the splash of cum and shit as it blasted out of her asshole. God,
that felt so damned fine.
She sat there for a long time, relaxing.
"Taking forever in here, honey," John said, leaning against the doorjamb. His eyes
roved quickly over his young daughter. This was the first time he'd ever seen a little girl
on the toilet taking a dump.
"Sorry, Dad. I'll be out in a minute."
"That's OK, babe. I'll come in."
John walked into the room and stood right in front of the kid. His soft cock dangled in
front of her face. Sitting down on the toilet brought her face to exactly the right height.
Tawny looked up into her Daddy's eyes.
He nodded.
Tawny understood what he wanted her to do. She lowered her gaze to the limp prick
hanging down against his big sac of balls. Her father was hairy as hell.
Tawny touched the underside of her father's balls with her fingertips. So soft and
wrinkled. She could feel the hardness of the big nuts inside the drooping sac.
The feel of the man's balls delighted Tawny. Kind of like Happy's. She knew her Daddy
wanted her to let him put his cock inside her mouth. Tawny wanted to do it, too. She
wanted to compare the taste of her father's big cock with the taste of her pet doggie's
prick-meat.
She leaned forward. She felt another small bit of shit squeeze out of her asshole. God,
that felt so damned good, the child thought.
She sniffed her Daddy's cock. Powerful! The smell of cum filled the teenager's nostrils.
It made her breath catch.
John spread his legs and moved closer to Tawny's face. His legs straddled her thighs.
He had to crouch down a little bit, but his hard cock was touching the child's wet lips.
Tawny thrust her tongue out as she pulled her face backward slightly. Cross-eyed, the
little girl watched her tongue lick the tiny slit in the tip of her father's cock-head.
John groaned as his daughter licked his prick. His hands clamped against the sides of
her head, his fingers digging into her beautiful hair.
"Suck me, honey. Suck my cock."
"Mmmmmm, Daddy," Tawny moaned. Her hands went around behind the man's hairy
thighs and hugged him tightly against her face. She rubbed her cheeks all over his
stiffened cock and the heavy sac of his balls. She nuzzled her nose into the thick forest
of hair that covered his nuts and the base of his fat prick.
"Oh, God, baby. God, you're so fucking good," John groaned. His fingers twisted in the
child's thick hair. Tawny winced, but ignored the pain at her temples.
She licked her way back up the full length of her daddy's cock. She opened her mouth
wide and gulped the head of his huge prick. Her hot breath sent John into a spasm of
quivering lust. His gut knotted as the little girl's mouth closed down over his prick, hot
and wet.
Tawny began sucking.
Gently at first, then harder and harder, the teenager pulled and sucked on the fat rod of
cock-meat between her teeth. She slurped all over the big thing, gulping down cum and
saliva.
"Mmff, mmff, mmmm," she mumbled. She bobbed her head up and down in a few
quick hard pulls on his prick.
John's trembling grip on her hair told her all she needed to know. She smiled around
the fat rod in her mouth, then got down to the real work.
John's cock hurt like hell. His nuts were empty. It felt like his daughter was sucking his
damned nuts inside out. God, it ached. The whole fucking length of his cock throbbed
and hurt. He doubted that he could shoot one fucking drop of cum into her hot mouth.
Tawny sucked hard. She let go of her Daddy's thigh with one hand and cupped his
balls, fingering the slender flap of sensitive skin just behind the dangling sac very
tenderly, lovingly.
John shuddered.
"That's a girl. Ohhh, yeah. Damn, baby, you're the fucking best."
Her Daddy's words thrilled the girl. She wanted to please him. She sucked his dick
harder. Her tongue wagged back and forth over the tip of his cock, tasting the salty
juice that dripped out.
John looked down at his little daughter's pretty face. Her lips were stretched around his
prick. Thin and lovely, her lips were pale pink, glistening with her saliva as she slurped
and slobbered up and down the length of his cock-shaft.
Her cheeks were puffed out as her mouth filled with saliva. She sucked, bobbed her
head down, gulped a mouthful of spit, pulled her head up along his cock, wagged her
tongue, sucked.
It hit John suddenly.
He had to piss.
His nuts were empty. It would take half an hour or more to let them fill again. But he
had to take a piss. Right now.
He let the girl suck his cock. He moaned as he felt the piss squeeze out through his
cock. He tightened his muscles, trying to hold back the hot flow of piss.
Tawny could taste the hot salty fluid. She sucked a, bit of her father's piss into her
mouth. She knew immediately what it was. Nothing tasted like this. It was scalding hot,
bitter, salty, but not unbearable. In fact, the more she tasted the stuff, the more she kind
of liked it.
The thought of drinking her daddy's hot piss made her heart race with excitement. To
be used like that, as a toilet for her father's piss. Wow! Her blood roared in her ears.
She gasped as she lost the rhythm of her sucking. Her head stopped moving.
John held back his piss.
He thought that Tawny had tasted his piss, and didn't want any more.
"Tawny?"
Tawny gulped, her Daddy's prick still inside her mouth.
"You know what I want you to do?"
Her lips still stretched around John's cock-shaft, Tawny gave a sharp little nod.
"Will you do it?"
She hesitated for a brief moment. The very idea of drinking a man's piss drove her loins
into a churning, twisting knot of lust. She'd never felt such excitement. Not even the
first time she made it with her doggie.
"Tawny?" John asked again, his voice quiet. "Please, do it."
Tawny swallowed with difficulty. She took a deep breath through her nose.
She nodded.
John closed his eyes as his fingers massaged his daughter's soft hair. Good girl, he
moaned to himself. Good girl.
Tawny shifted on the toilet seat. She swallowed again, then worked her tongue flat in
her mouth. She prepared her throat for the hot stream she knew would be blasting into
her mouth.
John gave her a little time.
"Ready?" he asked.
Tawny squeezed his ass with her hand.
And immediately she gagged on the hard blast of boiling piss that gushed from her
Daddy's cock.
Tawny gulped as fast as she could to keep from drooling and losing the precious fluid
her father was giving her. She let the hot liquid splash into her mouth and flood down
her throat. The taste was bitter and salty as hell. It made her gag. She couldn't stop
herself from trying to breathe, and when she closed her throat for a second, the piss
filled her mouth, puffing out her cheeks to the limit, and began spurting out her lips.
The hot stuff gushed out of her mouth, flowed over her lips and chin, dripped and
trickled down onto her tits. The quickly cooling piss flowed down over her nipples, ran
down her taut belly and pooled in the crease of her twat. She heard the stuff dripping
into the toilet water under her ass.
And the sound made her belly spasm. Suddenly, Tawny was pissing, too. Hot urine
gushed from her twat and splashed loudly into the water under her in the smelly toilet.
She managed to gulp another mouthful of her father's piss into her stomach. Her
mouth quickly filled again, but she got it down, gasping as she let her mouth refill.
The hot stream slowed. The force of the blasting piss eased. She could swallow it all,
now. It tasted delicious. She wanted more. She moaned as she felt her father's cock
lurch one last time and spurt the last drops of piss into her mouth.
Her own piss continued for another moment, but then it, too, stopped. The only sound
in the bathroom was the dripping of cooling piss into the toilet water.
Finally, John shuddered and gave a loud sigh of pleasure.
"Ohhh, Jesus," he groaned. His fingers caressed his daughter's lovely hair.
Tawny slowly pulled her lips off her father's softening cock. She licked the pole clean of
the last traces of cum and piss. Then, with a quiet sigh, she sat back on the toilet seat,
her head resting back against the wall.
"Daddy," she moaned. "You filled my tummy so full of your piss. I feel so full."
John stepped back away from Tawny's thighs and slowly sank down to the floor. He
rested back against the wall, facing his beautiful child.
"Your belly is full of your Daddy's piss, honey. Your asshole is full of your Daddy's
cum," John said, savoring the words and the idea of it all.
Tawny's hand cupped her slightly distended tummy, caressing the soft smooth flesh
over her navel.
John watched her for a moment.
"How do you feel, baby?"
Tawny's eyes flickered at her father. Hex head rolled loosely as she worked her
shoulders, easing the strain in her back muscles.
Her eyes glowed with joyful pleasure as she gave her daddy a great big wonderful smile.
"I feel just fine, Dad," she said. "I feel great!"
John grinned at her.
"You sure do, baby."
They both laughed. Tawny bent forward on the toilet and straightened the black
stockings, pulling them taut up her thighs again. Damn. She really did feel great, she
told herself. She looked back at her father, sitting naked on the bathroom floor in front
of her.
He was looking at her with strangely glowing eyes.
"What is it, Dad?"
John sucked his lips for a moment before answering.
"I, uh, I wonder if you'd do one more thing for me, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Sure, Dad. Name it," Tawny said, her head cocked to one side.
John looked into her eyes.
"I want to watch you get fucked. By Happy."
Tawny felt a great joy swell up over her. At last, it was all out in the open. Now she
could be herself. She could really show her Daddy a good time. Not just for today, but
for the rest of her life!
Or until she found a guy her own age who dug this same kind of fun and games. She
winked at John.
"Go get the dog, Daddy. I'll make myself ready."

* * *

Happy gnawed on the dirty old bone. He was on his belly under a tree. It was his
favorite spot in all the world for chewing on old bones.
He heard the back door open.
John stuck his head outside and whistled shrilly. Happy perked up. His mouth salivated
as he dropped the dry bone and leaped up. He rushed across the lawn and up the back
stairs. He was through the kitchen door in a flash.
Inside the kitchen, he looked all around for the bowl of meat. It was dinnertime. Time
for the real stuff. Raw meat.
"Here, Happy," John called, patting his naked thigh. "Come on, boy. Got a special treat
for you, fella. Upstairs in Tawny's room."
Happy followed John up the stairs, his tail wagging merrily. There was, after all, more
than one kind of raw meat.


Chapter 7

Lana stood under the shower water for a long time. The stinging blast of hot water felt
wonderful against her skin. She scrubbed her tender pussy vigorously, driving the bar of
soap between her cunt-lips to scrub her softened little clit-nubbin.
The sensation of the firm slippery bar of soap running over her clit sent a shiver of
pleasure into Lana's loins.
She rinsed herself off, then soaped up again. After the second sudsing had rinsed away,
she let the water pour over her until it began to turn cool.
She stepped from the stall and grabbed the thick towel from the rack. She worked the
soft material hard against her tingling flesh. When she put the towel back on the rack,
she felt warm and happy, her whole body glowing with health.
In her bedroom, Lana pulled out some casual clothes. She put on a pair of white knee
socks, pulled a pair of white cotton panties up her legs and tugged the crotch firmly up
against her sensitive twat-mound. She stepped into a pretty little skirt that hung down
to just above her dimpled knees when she tightened the belt about her slender waist.
She slipped on a light blouse, purposely leaving off her bra. She felt her nipples rub
sensuously against the soft silky material of the blouse as she bent over to pull on her
shoes.
Dressed, the young teenage girl lifted both hands high above her head, pulling her
beautiful hair upward and letting it cascade down over her face and shoulders and arms
and back as she stretched her young body taut.
"Ahhh," Lana sighed with the pleasure of being young and beautiful and sexy. And a
girl.
She felt refreshed, but a fine edge of tension made her shiver as she brought her arms
down.
She had never felt so fucking horny!
She loved this warm tingling that filled her whole body. Her guts were knotted into a
gentle twist of lust that never vanished. Not since yesterday, when Killer had come into
her life.
Come.
Literally.
"Well, Killer," Lana cooed. "Time we had another romp, don't you think?"
She could feel the juices in her cunt squeezing and oozing into her tight slit, getting her
young cunt ready for yet another doggie-fuck.
As she started down the hall to look for the lovely animal who'd taught her about
fucking, she saw the telephone just inside her parents' bedroom door.
She grabbed it up and quickly dialed her girlfriend.
"Tawny?"
"Yeah. Lana?"
"Yeah. Listen, I've got the whole house to myself this weekend. Why don't you come
on over for a while?"
"You all alone over there?" Tawny asked, wondering if her girlfriend would tell her
about that fantastic dog she let in last night.
"Yeah. Oh, I have a surprise for you, though," Lana laughed lightly. Boy, would Tawny
be shocked to see Killer. Lana had often wondered about all those little remarks Tawny
made, about pets and dogs and loving. But now she was certain that she knew exactly
what Tawny had been hinting at.
She was eager to find out if her best girlfriend was a dog-fucker like she was.
She really hoped he was. How wonderful it would be to share such a fantastic
experience with another girl.
"Listen, Lana," Tawny said, interrupting the other girl's thoughts. "I'm all alone over
here, too. Why don't you come over here this afternoon? My Mom and Dad won't be
back until late."
Lana shrugged to herself.
"OK," she agreed quickly. "I'll bring my surprise along."
"Great!" Tawny said enthusiastically. "See you in a little while, Lana."
Lana said good-bye, and hung up the phone. She snickered to herself as she went out of
the bedroom looking for Killer. Oh, Tawny, she thought, you must think I'm a real
dummy. Lana had heard the whispering in the background. Someone was over there
with Tawny.
"You dirty little girl," Lana said, shaking her head at the thought of Tawny fucking a
dog, and a man. "You must be the horniest little cunt in the whole fucking world,
Tawny."
And the thought excited Lana almost as much as getting her own pussy reamed out by
a hard cock.
She darted through the house, seeking the big dog. Killer was downstairs in the den,
stretched out comfortably on the thick bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.
"Hey, you big dumb fucker," Lana called from the doorway.
Killer lifted his head, gave the child a disdainful glance, then lowered his head back to
the rug.
"Come on, boy. I'm gonna give you the chance to try out another little girl. This one is
more experienced than I am. She might even be able to show you a trick or two." Killer
sighed.
Lana walked over to the animal and knelt beside him. She touched his side and stroked
her palm down along his body toward his flank.
Instantly, Killer twisted his neck upward, his mouth yawning open. Lana shrieked as
she felt the sharp teeth clamp down over her wrist. Killer gave a hard yank, and Lana
was slammed down onto her back on the rug. Killer was standing over her, her slim
frail wrist caught between his jaws.
"Please, boy," the girl whimpered softly, slowly reaching up with her other hand to
touch the side of the animal's muzzle. "Please, let go. You're hurting me."
Killer growled low in his throat.
His teeth bit into her flesh a little deeper, then he released her arm entirely. Lana slowly
brought her hand down to her chest where she cupped the tooth-marked wrist with her
other hand. Her skin was wet with the dog's drool. She could trace the deep ridges in
her flesh where his teeth had pressed in.
"Doggie?" Lana said, her voice trembling.
She looked up into Killer's glaring eyes.
Killer snorted loudly, then lifted one paw. He shoved it down into Lana's tit, then
dragged his claw down over her belly. Lana winced as she felt his claws.
Killer lifted his paw up again, planting it hard between the teenager's tits. His claws
caught in the button there, and when he pulled, the button popped across the room.
Lana gulped as she began to understand what the dog wanted. She quickly unbuttoned
the button at her throat and spread the silky material away from her skin.
"Is this what you want, boy?" she asked. "You want me to take off my blouse for you?"
Killer ignored her.
His paw clawed downward along the button line on the front of her blouse. He ripped
off the next button, then the next.
Lana's blouse was tucked into the waist of her skirt.
She lowered her hands slowly to her hips and began tugging the tails of her blouse out
of the tight waistband.
Killer lifted his head and watched her closely.
"Yes. This is what you want, isn't it? You want to have me naked again, don't you,
boy?" Lana said. She realized she was babbling in fear. She wasn't certain just what this
huge animal was going to do to her body, once she was naked for him, but she wasn't
about to fight him over a few pieces of cloth.
"I'm doing it, fella," she told the animal. "I'm taking off my clothes for you, Killer. Just
give me a chance."
Lana tugged the blouse free of her skirt waist, and quickly opened the lower buttons.
She yanked the material wide, exposing her bare young tits to the dog's lusty gaze.
She tried to sit up to take the blouse off her shoulders, but Killer growled loudly and
shoved his snout into her face.
"OK, I'll lay still."
Killer dipped his nose down and sniffed the child's bare young tits. His tongue swiped
out and slapped against her firm nipple-nubbin. Almost instantly, the sensitive bud
popped into life. Killer's tongue lashed the throbbing nipple, making Lana arch her
back and thrust her tit against the big dog's hard muzzle.
Killer nipped her nipple.
Lana cried out as she felt those razor-sharp teeth slice over the exquisitely sensitive
surface of her pale little nipple. The flesh was firm, popping out far from her tit. Killer
twisted his head a little bit and took her whole nipple between his back teeth.
Lana moaned as the dog's flat teeth ground down hard against her nipple, crushing the
bud painfully. But he knew exactly when to back off on the painful pressure before
damaging the child's nipple-flesh permanently.
He pulled his head away from her tit.
Lana sniffled as her fingertips very lightly touched her aching nipple. She could feel the
indentations of the dog's big teeth.
"Ohhh, Doggie," she groaned. "Please, don't bite my nipples off. Please!"
Killer yipped quietly.
Shut up, you little bitch, he seemed to be telling her.
He stuck his muzzle down again and pushed at the girl's hands, forcing them away
from her tits.
"OK," she whimpered, letting her hands move up beside her head. "But please, doggie.
Please, don't hurt me badly."
Killer licked her other nipple for a few minutes. Lana felt his huge doggie cock growing
larger as the massive thing brushed against her bare knee.
The dog was exciting himself. He was playing with her, just to get himself hot and
horny again. Just like a man, Lana thought. Just like a fucking man!
Killer moved upward over her body, his legs straddling her chest and hips as he
brought his mouth down to hers. Lana winced as the animal thrust his huge sloppy
tongue against her lips. He forced his nose and mouth down hard against her mouth,
and Lana had to open her mouth for him. His tongue darted inside, lapping and
slurping wildly within her hot wet mouth.
The dog's drool gushed into her mouth.
Lana kissed his tongue, sucking the thick wiggling thing as though it were a man's
cock. She sucked the dog's tongue hard. She drank down his saliva as she tongued and
kissed and sucked his immene snake of a tongue.
Killer jammed his nose into the girl's upper lip, making her whimper as the soft flesh of
her lip ground painfully into her beautiful teeth.
Lana groaned as she sucked Killer's tongue.
She felt the heat rising in her loins.
Her juices squirted between her pussy-lips and soaked into the tight white cotton crotch
of her panties.
This animal was really getting to her. He had complete control over her emotions. He
was turning her on, but hard. Her whole body began shaking slightly as she felt the
first gut-churning jolts of pleasure and anticipation flash through her cunt.
Killer slowly pulled his tongue from the teenager's pretty mouth. Lana felt the saliva
wetting her whole lower face and chin. The warm fluid rolled down her neck, tickled at
her ears, pooled in the little indentation at the base of the front of her throat.
Killer stepped up higher on her body. His rear legs were straddling the child's
shoulders. His cock hung down like a gigantic cylindrical knife blade, and the bright
red tip rested lightly against the girls' wet lips.
He wants me to suck him off again, Lana thought hopefully. She had really loved doing
it to him before. She stuck her tongue out and wiggled it quickly back and forth over
the very tip of the dog's huge cock-head, tasting the saltiness of his juices.
Killer twitched once.
Lana opened her mouth wide and let the huge prick dangle down inside. She closed her
lips over his beautiful prick and began slowly lifting her head, moving her tight lips up
along the thick shaft of the animal's cock.
It was burning hot. He was really horny this time, Lana thought. She nearly smiled
around the thick prick in her mouth.
Killer sneezed hard.
His cock lurched inside Lana's mouth and jammed deep into her throat. She gagged a
bit, her eyes watering with pain. She gulped, and suddenly her mouth began filling with
a scalding acid-like fluid that blasted in a violent stream out of Killer's massive dogcock.
Lana gagged violently as she fought to pull her head away from the dog's cock. She
sputtered and spit and coughed as the boiling doggie-piss blasted into her mouth,
trickling down her throat into her stomach.
She tried to turn her head, but the piss gushed into her cheek, bulging it outward.
Some of the dog's hot piss spilled out over her lips, but his cock was so fucking huge
that it blocked her mouth almost completely, stretching her lips to the limit.
Lana could only lay there and swallow the scalding juice as fast as possible. It filled her
mouth. She gasped, took a deep breath through her nose as she cut off her throat, then
quickly opened her throat wide, letting the piss just flow down into her belly.
The dog seemed to have an endless supply of piss.
Killer squatted a bit and rammed his doggie-cock deeper into the little girl's throat,
battering the hot cave far back in her throat and flooding it with his piss.
Then, just as Lana was on the verge of screaming out loud for air, her lungs almost to
the bursting point as they begged for oxygen, Killer yanked his cock out of the kid's
mouth and let the hot stream blast against her pretty face.
Lana closed her eyes tight, and let it happen to her. She took the acrid stream of piss
fully in her face. It gushed up her nose and made her gag hard, but she forced herself to
remain flat on her back.
Killer's piss washed her face. It splashed all over her chest and her beautiful tits. It
gushed in sheets and rivers into her lovely hair, matting it to her scalp. It pooled in her
closed eyes and the corners of her mouth. It trickled into her ears.
The piss stopped suddenly.
Killer backed awkwardly down the child's body. Lana wiped at the little pools of piss
over her eyes, and blinked them open. Some of the salty fluid got into her eyes and
stung like hell, but she blinked them hard a lot of times to wash the stuff away.
Killer was ignoring her face now. His lips peeled back from his teeth and he nipped
hold of the belt around her waist. It was made of cloth. The big dog twisted his head
sharply and gnawed at the thin strand of cloth right over her tummy.
Lana grunted as her body was jerked about.
She wanted to reach down and undo the belt for him, but she was afraid the dog would
bite her hands.
She let him have his way with her clothing.
He was going to do whatever he wanted to do to her body, so what the hell was a belt,
or a skirt?
Killer made short work of the thin cloth. It was a well-worn belt, one that the girl had
used for a long time, and it came apart in his teeth easily.
He tore at the front of her skirt.
Lana quickly sucked in her tummy as far as she could, to keep from feeling those knife
like teeth rip through her belly-flesh.
Lana was pulled and yanked about on the rug. She felt the juices flowing hot and wet in
her cunt-channel, making her tight twat-slit all ready for his huge cock.
She heard the loud rip of material as her skirt tore open all down the front. She felt it
pulled away from her thighs as Killer gave a sudden yank. He tossed his head and
threw the skirt aside.
Lana automatically spread her long beautiful legs wide open.
The only thing that stood between Killer's cock and Lana's wet young twat was a frail
pair of cotton panties. The crotch was soaked with the slick juice of her excitement.
Killer carefully inserted his upper teeth under the waistband of the panties and bent
down with his upper body. He growled. He pulled downward, and the front of the girl's
panties cme down, exposing her lovely hairless young pussy-mound, wet with
lubrication.
"Oh, Killer," Lana moaned. She lifted her hips and tightened her slender thighs to help
the dog. He growled louder and gave a tug. Lana's panties slipped down her thighs in
front.
But her asscheeks held the material up in back. Lana took a chance. She slipped one
hand under her ass and shoved the panties down to the backs of her knees.
She had to close her legs to do it. Killer danced backward, yanking and tugging the
cotton down her legs. She helped him get them off her shoes.
He discarded them in the same way he'd gotten rid of her skirt.
Except for a pair of black patent-leather shoes and her white knee socks, little Lana was
naked again.
She stretched out on the rug.
She spread her legs wide, and lifted her cunt-mound slightly.
Killer sniffed her cunt.
His tongue stroked her pussy.
Lana began whimpering, licking her piss-coated lips. Her cunt was so fucking ready to
explode that she could barely take the first light touch of the animal's tongue.
Killer sliced his big tongue deep between Lana's wet cunt-lips, dragging it upward over
her quickly responding clit.
Lana cried out, clutching at the rug under her ass as she thrust her cunt high against
Killer's mouth.
She began clawing at the bearskin rug, fighting to drag the bear's dead head under her
hard ass. She shifted and grunted until she had lifted her ass up onto the big bear's
skull.
Her legs went wider, and her arms shot out to keep her body balanced on the head.
Killer stepped up along the child's body and his cock banged into her cunt.
Lana gasped with lust and pleasure.
"Oh, damn you, Killer," she shouted, rolling her head to one side and gulping hard.
"Fuck my cunt-hole, damn you! Fuck my fuck-hole, you damn dog!"
Killer bent his head down and slurped all over the little girl's tits, his tongue slobbering
out and swiping over both young globes of little girl tit. He slapped his tongue over her
nipples, driving Lana nuts with lust.
"Fuck me, Killer! Please!"
Her cunt humped against the tip of his cock. The sensation made the dog shiver. His
cock was like a rod of iron, burning hot.
Lana tried to fuck her cunt-hole upward onto the dog's prick.
She was desperate for fucking.
Her nipples were about to burst under the dog's tongue, blast open like two ripe
tomatoes.
Her belly was twisted into a painful knot of lust.
Her cunt-hole was slimy with lubrication. "Damn you, dog! Fuck meee!" Killer jerked
his ass.
His cock knifed into Lana's wet tight cunt, driving all the way up inside her tight 
twattube, the huge hard head of his cock-meat bashing into the child's firm cunt. Lana
gasped in deep pleasure as she felt the dog's cock pop into her womb, so deep in her
belly.
"Ohhh, God," she sighed with soft pleasure.
Her cunt was impaled on Killer's cock.
She clenched her cunt-walls, sucking slowly on the whole fat cylinder of the dog's
immense prick.
Killer began moving his ass, pulling his cock in and out of the kid's hot hole, reaming
her out as his prick frictioned her hard little clit-button.
Lana barely had time to adjust her cunt to the battering shaft of Killer's gigantic prick.
Her whole body went stiff, arching upward off the bear's head as she began shuddering
her hard hot climax.
Killer felt the girl begin twitching under him. His hot cock suddenly went rigid and
rammed deep into her guts.
As Lana lay under him, pumping her cunt wildly on his cock, spewing her thick white
juices into her tight channel, Killer blasted the first burning gouts of doggie-cum into
her pussy. They came together.
The dog whimpered now, too, as his cum blasted into the child's young womb, filling
her hole so full of jism that it began spilling out of her tight cunt-lips.
Lana groaned and clawed the bearskin rug with her fingernails. She shook violently as
her fuck-juices gushed out of her hole.
Killer's ass pumped rapidly back and forth as his cock jammed in and out of the little
girl's cunt. His balls slapped her wet pussy-mound. His body shuddered on top of hers.
Lana was going wild with her climax. The hot lust overflowed in her veins, driving her
wild with pleasure. She shook in a frenzy, her whole being fogged with violent,
overpowering pleasure.
Killer's cock suddenly stopped spurting cum. He yanked his prick out of her hole. His
nose went down to her young twat and he sniffed as the juices flowed freely from her
slit.
Lana felt her climax slowly subside. She gave a few final twitches, a last shudder, and let
her bare ass rest back down on the bear head.
"Ohhh, Jesus," Lana whispered, letting out a long loud sigh as her muscles relaxed fully.
She could feel the cum-juice bubbling gently out of her pussy-hole.
Killer was lapping tenderly at the sticky goo, gulping it down eagerly. He loved the
stuff. Each swipe of his tongue sent a sharp jolt of pleasure into Lana's tummy, making
her twitch a little. 
Lana let him lick her clean while she watched him, leaning up on her elbows. She
smiled.
Killer paused in his licking and looked up at Lana's face.
She winked at him.
"Just wait until Tawny gets a load of you," she whispered.
Killer dipped his mouth back down to her delicious cunt. He could wait. A little while.


THE END
